>You weren't surprised to find out that Rainbow Dash had sympathies for the fairer gender
>That she yodelled in the canyons of love, in other words
>In yet more words, she enjoyed cunnilingus and cunnilinctus with other females
>But finding yourself at the foot of her bed, as she   lay with the nameless conquest of her night out clubbing, you were a little surprised
>Dash's squeaky, enthusiastic voice had rung out, calling for you, and you made yourself apparent
>You hadn't seen the other, now-naked pony come in the house when Rainbow had returned home, just a few minutes ago
>It was jarring, too, to see the pegasus nearly naked on top of the bedsheets, even with the casual immodesty you had almost become used to
>After all, you had lived with Dash for a while now
>It was a good setup for you
>You did a good share of the housework, always washing dishes, making beds and doing laundry, in exchange for free board at her place
>Not to mention the bonus on the side of having access to Rainbow's dirty socks via her laundry basket and her room
>Dash always jokingly called you her servant, and would say how nice it was to have a slave around the house
>The thought of serving the tomboy was, well, arousing, you would candidly admit
>You often imagined being at her feet, kissing supplications on her toes, between her toes, on her soles...
>Speaking of which, you were disappointed to find no feet to adore, for Dash still wore her rave shoes, even as she lay on the bed
>You had suspected Dash would have brought girls home since she told you her orientation, but this was the first occular proof of such an occurrence
>Save for what you now knew to be the heady smell of lovemaking, which was sometimes infused in the sheets as you changed them
>The thought of some secret lovemaking, which you were not privy to, caused a hot, passionate air in your chest
>Although now you knew of the rainbow girl's sex life and the secrecy was stripped away, the intensity didn't lessen
>"Watch this" says Dash in a loud whisper to her partner
>"Anon! I was waiting for you! I need some help with something..." she trailed off, and the pair giggled mischievously, as if they were immature adolescents
>You can hardly think of anything to say, so you remain silent, with a jaw agape at the stunning sight
>"I sorta need you to take off my boots, because, I just, can't, really, reach them, myself" she said
>She demonstrated her point with dramatic grunts as she stretched her arms towards her boots in a clearly non-serious attempt to reach
>"S-sure..." you said, not questioning the request, despite the burning embarrassment
>"See, what did I tell you?" Dash stage whispers again, and more laughter comes from the girls on the bed
>"Anon is such a good boy, aren't you, Anon." Dash tells you, not asking a question
>As you remove the footwear with an inaudible pop, bare feet fill your vision
>Rainbow Dash's bare feet
>Not only your eyesight, but your sense of smell is indulged with the sweaty foot smell only possibly produced from hours of dancing, in boots, in a dark, dank nightclub without socks on
>Dash sighs with relief, and wiggled her toes
>"Thank you, Anon~" she almost sings
>You briefly look up to her, but she's returning the giggling grin to the girl in bed with her
>"I almost thought I was going to have to do that myself, but I'm so lucky to have a slave to do things for me" she says, glancing at you to gauge a reaction
>Your eyes were fixed on her feet, her toes still a-wriggling in rows
>You sniff the air
>"How do they smell, Anon?" Dash asks
>"What? ...did you... say?" You're shocked
>"I asked how my feet smell, Anon! I mean, geez, I thought you were slow already but... hey, it must be pretty bad down there. I didn't stop dancing at all tonight, so, sweaty feet mean smelly feet, right?"
>You're at a loss for words and I'm at a loss for dialogue and it doesn't matter what you say >You've got pegasus feet in your face, and...
>And you hear a noise, and look up
>A schlick came from Dash's bedmate, and her face belied the enjoyment she felt from seeing you smell Dash's feet
>Rainbow turned too, and her own arousal heightened
>With renewed vigour in her voice, Dash instructed you: "suck on my toes, Anon. Do it now, okay?"
>Bringing your face to the source of the pungent foot stink, you slipped your lips around her big toe
>It tasted fucking good.
>Dash moaned, and reached an arm out to seek what lay between the pair of legs which lay beside her
>In a desperate attempt to taste more of her feet, you salivated in long slick licks up and down Dash's soles
>The salty sole sweat gave you the sexual pleasure you could only imagine, stirring your groin
>Except it went far beyond a stirring, and into a full whisking of your nether regions
>The sounds from between the girls' legs heightened in pace, and grew into debauchery
>What was going on just in front of you was a sight to behold
>The denial to you of such direct sexual release while you were resigned to the frustratingly sublime task of footlicking recursively heightened your frustration, and your built-up, firey urges
>As she neared climax, her toes curled around your tongue, and her feet pushed further down into your face
>You were happy to serve your role in the night's events, helping your friend reach a body-rocking orgasm
>She would later describe it to you the next day, as you massaged and kissed her feet, as having shot out, spreading from the rapid tonguing of her body
>Not only from the tongue between her legs, but between her toes, too, she added, patting you on the head as you kissed her soles, still stinking from last night
>She clearly could reach your head at her feet as she sat, with her arms
>She hadn't needed you to take off her boots, but only to show your submission
>Although that was obvious already, you thought
>It was the last thought of the hour before you slipped into a happy, rhythmic slurping and licking of Rainbow's feet