All my foot-oriented stories are here.  Ctrl-F to find the character you want, or use the line guides.
 
Stories so far:
--Anon x Coco (starts on line 14)
--Rarity x Rainbow Dash (starts on line 105)
--Maud x Pinkie x Anon (starts on line 439)
--Trixie x Chrysalis (starts on line 730)
--Twilight x Cadance (starts on line 936)
--Anon x Harshwhinny (starts on line 1091)
--Luna x Twilight (starts on line 1256)
--Derpy x Lyra x Bon Bon (starts on line 1354)
--Flitter x Cloudchaser (starts at line 1476)
 
[Anon x Coco]
 
>You throw the door to your apartment open, staggering inside with Coco leaning against you
>Your girlfriend's legs are jelly, and she can barely support yourself as you walk her to the couch
>She collapses with a meek little "oof," hands massaging her thighs
>"Anon... why did I let you talk me into this..."
>Being an avid runner, you convinced Coco to start running with you shortly after the two of you started dating
>You went easy on her at first, but over the course of a few months you'd trained her to the point of being able to run a half marathon
>Which she completed, the little champ
>Unfortunately, you didn't take into account the strain that this kind of distance would put on her body
>Coco's skin is soaked in her sweat, and she grimaces as she massages her thighs
"Sorry, Coco. It doesn't hurt too bad, does it?"
>"No, I'll be fine in a day or two. But I won't be going anywhere else today."
>She smiles at you playfully
>Coco's dressed only in a simple, tight-fitted yellow shirt and black athletic shorts
>Both of her garments are sticking to her body, revealing the contours of that lithe, skinny body you've come to love
>Coco's hands move down her bare thighs to her calves, knuckles pressing into the muscle as she pants, still out of breath
>From her thighs, Coco moves down to her ankles, trying in vain to pry off her powder-blue running shoes
"Here, lemme get those for you."
>"I'm fine, Anon, really."
"I know you're fine. But you worked hard today. So just sit back and relax for a bit, and let me take care of you."
>"Well... if you're gonna twist my arm..."
>Coco winks, and settles back onto the couch
>Gently, you unlace her shoes, and slide them off her feet
>Underneath, her normally pristine white socks are tinged with gray from her sweat, and the faint scent of her exertion wafts up to your nose
>Coco notices it too, and she blushes
>"Sorry..."
"No, you're fine."
>You peel her socks back as well, exposing the sweat-slicked soles of her pretty white feet
>Coco wiggles her toes a little, sighing as the open air cools them
>"Mmmm... that's better."
"That's good to hear. You need anything else? Some water or something to eat?"
>"No... I'm fine just lying here for a bit."
"Alright."
>You make yourself comfortable on the couch as well, then take her right foot in your hands
>Running thumbs over her sole, you feel hard nots of tension in her muscles
>Gently, you press your thumbs into them, gently massaging the tension away
>"Mmmm..."
>Coco's whole body seems to relax as your thumbs work at her sole, and she sinks deeper into the couch cushions with a contented smile on her face
>You move one hand up to the ball of her foot, while the other takes her heel, rubbing her soft, un-callused skin, feeling the muscle underneath it slowly relax
>You repeat the same process on her left foot, massaging her smooth soles until you can no longer feel any tension remaining in them
>When you're done with her soles, you move to Coco's toes, gently squeezing and tugging at them, occasionally eliciting little sighs of pleasure from her as you massage the pain from her feet
>The smell of Coco's feet, while not overwhelming, is still strong enough to be noticeable
>And, strangely enough, you find it somewhat... tempting
>Slowly, you lean towards Coco's feet until her scent fills your nostrils, and plant a kiss on her big toe
>It's not as soft as her lips, but it definitely pleasurable in its own right
>Coco giggles
>"You're so weird."
>In response, you kiss the ball of her foot, her sole, and her heel
>Coco's leg twitches again, and she laughs out loud
>"Anon, that tickles~"
>You continue kissing her foot, causing her to squirm and laugh on her side of the couch
>"Anooooon, quit it~"
>Overcome by desire, you drag your tongue across her sole
>Coco squeals in surprise, almost kicking you in the teeth as her leg twitches
>You glance up at her, wanting to make sure she's okay
>Her face is beet red now, and a sheen of sweat is showing on her forehead
"Coco? You okay?"
>"Heh, yeah, I'm... I'm fine. Could you, um... keep doing that thing you were doing?"
>You chuckle a little, and lick up the arch of her foot
>It tastes like salt, sweat, and Coco
>Which, to you, is more than a little intoxicating
>You lick up her arch again, this time lapping at the ball of her foot as well
>Coco wriggles at your touch, and you her let out a little squeak of delight
>"That... that's good. Do that again."
>You oblige, relishing the taste of her foot as your tongue slides across it
>Coco shifts on the couch again, raising her feet up toward your face
>You alternate between them, licking from the bottom of her heels up to the tips of her toes
>Coco's breathing hard now, her eyes shut tightly as her chest rises and falls
>You wrap your lips around her big toe, and suck it as tongue dances across her digit
>Coco's right hand begins creeping towards the waistband of her running shorts
>You place a hand under her heel, and lift her right foot up to your face, pressing your face against her sole
>Vigorously, you tongue laps at the arch of her foot, filling your mouth with more of her delicious taste
>You open one eye, and watch Coco slide her right hand into her shorts
>She lets out a little moan, and you can the fabric shifting as her hand moves under it
>You put her right foot down, and move to the left
>"P-please don't stop..."
>You proceed to suck greedily at the toes of her left foot, moving gradually down them to her heel, which you gently bite before proceeding to slurp on
>"Nnnnnh~"
>You can hear soft little *shlick* sounds coming from Coco's crotch now as her hand slides up and down inside her shorts
>"~Oooooh..."
>Coco throws her head back, a moan escaping her lips, and presses her feet against your face
>You tongue them eagerly, desperate for more of their deliciousness taste
>Coco's hand works faster and faster, until eventually she ends up pulling her gym shorts down completely, both hands feverishly massaging her pussy
>Little drops of her juice find your face as you make out with her soles, increasing your pace until you bring her to a shouting, screaming climax
>She practically squishes your face in between her soles as she orgasms, entire body shuddering in her pleasure
>As her throes of ecstasy subside, she collapses back into the couch, quivering
>"Anon, that was... oh my god... where did you learn to do that?"
"Internet."
>You give her foot a last kiss, and leave her there to nap
 
 
 
[Rarity x Rainbow Dash] (not in greentext format, for some reason)
 
The sun beat down on Rarity as she stepped from her car, surveying the beach from behind darkened designer sunglasses. As usual, she'd been looking forward to her and the girls' monthly trip to the beach for a week in advance, ready for a day of sun and relaxation. Only, there was one small problem...
 
"Jeez, I don't think I've seen anyone drive as slowly as you, Rares. You practically make taking forever an art form."
 
Rainbow Dash stepped from the passenger seat, dressed in her usual drab athletic wear. Schedule difficulties prevented the other girls from coming with, leaving Rarity alone with the hyperactive soccer star.
 
"I was trying to be a responsible motorist, dear. You could stand to learn a thing or two about personal safety from me. How many infractions are you up to now? Three? Four?"
 
"Five, actually, though I don't see what's important. The point is: we could have been here forty-five minutes ago. Look, the waves are already going down."
 
Of course, Rainbow brought a surfboard with. Ah well, at least it would keep her out of Rarity's hair for a little while. And speaking of hair, Rarity would need a brush, wouldn't she...
 
Ten minutes later, the two of them had towels set up under a beach umbrella, a nice shady refuge from the sun's heat. Rarity reclined on hers, dressed in her favorite purple-and-white bikini. Rainbow sat crosslegged next to her, dressed in a white t-shirt and boy's swimtrunks.
 
Rarity slipped her flip flops off her feet, burying her toes into the warm sand. She smiled, relishing the feeling of the course grains against her soft soles. Rainbow did the same, prying off her running shoes and burying her feet up to her ankles in the beach.
 
Rarity couldn't help but notice that her friend wasn't wearing socks under her shoes.
 
"No socks? Really, Rainbow?"
 
"Yeah? What's the big deal? Socks are a pain to put on."
 
"Hmph. A proper lady should take better care of her feet than that."
 
"Who cares? They're just feet."
 
"They are not JUST feet, Rainbow. Every part of a lady's body is equally important. See how perfect mine are?"
 
She pulled her feet onto the towel, displaying them to Rainbow, wiggling her toes in her direction. Rainbow just looked bored.
 
"So you painted your toenails. Big deal."
 
"It's more than just that, darling. Feel them. Feel how soft they are."
 
"Ew, no. I don't want to touch your feet."
 
"Why not? Scared?"
 
"What? No! I'm not scared, that's just... really weird."
 
"Come on, just feel this."
 
Rarity lifted her right foot, and pressed her sole against the top of her friend's hand, letting it rest there for a few seconds.
 
"See? This is what a proper lady's feet should feel like. Not those claws at the end of your legs."
 
Rainbow blushed, and Rarity could tell she'd struck a nerve.
 
"My feet are fine. Shut up about it already."
 
Rarity giggled. After two hours of enduring Dash's criticisms on her driving, she's enjoying the chance to do some teasing of her own.
 
"Sure they'd be fine, if you were a boy. But for a girl, they're downright embarrassing."
 
"Sh-shut up! It's not like I care about that stuff anyway."
 
"Oh, of course you don't."
 
Rarity slid her foot up Rainbow's arm, and poked Rainbow in the face with her big toe. Rainbow slapped her away, clearly annoyed.
 
"Would you stop? You know I don't like other people's feet. So just drop this subject already."
 
Rarity pressed her sole up against Dash's face, causing her rainbow-hared friend to duck away. Dash aimed her own kick back at Rarity, scattering sand over the two of them.
 
"I said quit it! I swear, Rarity, you're so weird sometimes. Talking about another girl's feet, jeez..."
 
Rarity chuckled again, pulling a water bottle from her backpack and taking a few delicate sips. She then set to brushing the sand from her bare stomach and thighs, until she found herself reasonably clean.
 
"You know, maybe your ghastly feet are the reason you haven't had much luck with boys..."
 
"Hey!"
 
She'd really touched a nerve now. Dash spun on the towel to face Rarity, pulling her sandy feet up and shoving them into the fashionista's face.
 
"Do my feet bother you Rarity? Huh? Huh? Am I not ladylike enough for you?"
 
She pressed her sole's up against Rarity's cheeks, leaving sandy footprints behind. Rarity endured the ordeal with dignity, staring dash down until she removed her feet from her face.
 
"Are you quite done?"
 
"Maybe I'm not. Maybe I wanna be a little foot weirdo too. Is this what you like, Rarity, huh? Is this your thing now?"
 
Rainbow continued to rub her soles on Rarity's face, smiling wickedly as she waited for the fashionista to crack. She new Rarity couldn't endure being dirty for long. She even pressed her big toe up against Rarity's lips, trying to force it into her mouth. She was successful.
 
"Mmph!"
 
Rarity finally pulled away form Rainbow, spitting out sand from the bottom of the other girl's callused toe.
 
"Celestia have mercy, what on earth is wrong with you, Rainbow?"
 
Dash was laughing to hard to respond at this point. Rainbow huffed indignantly, and began trying to clean the taste of grit and foot from her tongue.
 
"So uncivilized..."
 
"At least I'm not a foot weirdo like you."
 
"I am not a foot weirdo! I simply care about maintaining my appearance, from toe to head. You could stand to learn a thing or two from me."
 
"Hmph. At least I can run a mile without dying."
 
"At least I'm not dressed like a boy."
 
Dash gritted her teeth, and went back to sulking on her own towel. A few moments of silence passed between them, in which Rarity tried to enjoy the scenery she'd come here for. But... she felt a little guilty about teasing Dash. Sure, her athletic friend could be a nuisance sometimes, but Rarity didn't mean to hurt her feelings. She as just about to break the silence when Dash spoke up.
 
"So, uh... do you really think my feet make me ugly?"
 
"Ugly? Heavens no, darling. They're just a small blemish. The rest of you is just fine."
 
"Well, I don't like being blemished. Can you show me how to, y'know, take care of them or whatever?"
 
Rarity was slightly taken aback, but she could never pass up the opportunity to assist one of her friends with their beauty.
 
"Of course, dear. Here, scoot a bit closer."
 
Rarity patted the empty sand next to her, and Rainbow dragged her towel over, sitting a few inches from her friend.
 
"Now, first thing we need to do is get all of that grime and sand off."
 
Rarity gestured for Dash to place her feet in Rarity's lap, and the athlete obliged. Rarity reached into her backpack and procured a second bottle of water, upending it over Dash's feet and beginning to scrub them with her hands.
 
"You know, you really don't have to do that. I can clean them for you."
 
"Nonsense, dear. You're here to learn, and you should learn from the best."
 
Expertly, Rarity's hands worked their way over Dash's soles, and then between her toes, cleaning every speck of sand from them until she was satisfied.
 
"There, that's a little better. Now, the first, and most important, thing about caring for your feet as a lady is realizing that they're no different from the rest of your body. If you can't do this..."
 
Rarity brought her foot up to her mouth, and licked along her arch.
 
"...then you're letting yourself be grossed out by your own body. A lady should realize the beauty in every part of her."
 
Dash was just staring wide-eyed at Rarity.
 
"D-did you just... lick your own... wow, you're weird."
 
"No, I'm elegant. My entire body is kept clean and pleasant. My feet are no dirtier than anywhere else."
 
"You're not gonna make me do that, are you?"
 
"If you want to learn from me, you must follow my methods."
 
"Ugh... fine."
 
Slowly, Dash brought her right foot up to her face, staring at her still-glistening sole.
 
"Do I really have to?"
 
"Of course, dear. It's really not all that bad. Now just do it."
 
"Alright... here goes..."
 
Slowly, Dash dragged her tongue across her foot, grimacing.
 
"See? Not bad at all. Now do it again."
 
"What?! Again? Why?"
 
"Because you're still grossed out by your own body, extremely unladylike."
 
"Why does that matter? Feet are gross, and I shouldn't be putting them anywhere near my life. Face it, Rares, you're messed up in the head."
 
"I am NOT 'messed up.' You're the weird one, being afraid of your own body. Honestly, Dash, I expected more bravery from our school's soccer star."
 
"Hey! I'm plenty brave! This is just weird!"
 
"Oh? Those sound like words of cowardice to me."
 
"Aaaagh... alright, fine, whatever."
 
Dash licked her foot again, this time lapping at the ball of her foot, and her toes.
 
"Enough?"
 
Rarity shook her head, and Dash groaned. She tasted her sole again, and again, and again, until finally she just became numb the idea, and began doing it automatically.
 
*click*
 
"Got you, darling."
 
"Rarity, what the hell--"
 
Then, Dash saw the camera clasped in her friend's hands.
 
"You... you didn't just..."
 
Rarity threw her head back, laughing.
 
"Oh! The look on your face, darling. Oh, it was priceless."
 
"Rarity! Give me that!"
 
Rainbow launched herself toward her purple-haired friend, fingers scrabbling wildly for the camera. Rarity continued to laugh maniacally, even as Rainbow struggled with her for the camera. When she finally managed to pry it from Rarity's fingers, Dash jumped up, yelling victoriously.
 
"Ha! Teach you to try to pull a joke on me!"
 
Rarity's smile doesn't fade, however.
 
"That camera has online access, darling. Those picture are already saved to my personal account."
 
Dash paled.
 
"No... but that means..."
 
"That's right, darling. Oh, but don't worry. I'm going to delete them as soon as I get back. That is, assuming you do one little thing for me..."
 
Rarity reclined on her towel, extending her right foot towards Dash. Dash just stared at it for a few seconds, until she realized what Rarity was asking her to do.
 
"Oh no... Rarity, c'mon, you can't be serious..."
 
"Perfectly serious."
 
Rarity grinned devilishly, and Dash began fiddling with her pockets.
 
"You're really going to force me to lick your foot?"
 
"Both feet, darling. Now come on. I don't like waiting."
 
Dash tried to swallow her revulsion, and got down on her knees, lowering her face towards Rarity's toes.
 
"How long do I have to do this?"
 
"Five minutes each foot should be plenty. And they have to be a good five minutes, or I'm restarting the timer."
 
"Ugggggh...."
 
Rarity's feet were odorless, thankfully, but the idea of another girl's foot in her mouth... Rainbow could hardly stomach it. But she was brave, and she wasn't going to back down. Not now, at least.
 
Slowly, Dash probed Rarity's heel with her tongue. It tasted like skin, sweat, and the chemical sweetness of perfume. Not terrible, but still... this was Rarity's foot she was tasting. Gross.
 
"You'll have to do better than that, Dashie darling~"
 
"Yeah, yeah..."
 
Rainbow licked the entire length of Rarity's foot, trying not to gag as she did so. Rarity's toes curled in response, and Rainbow came to a sudden, sick realization: Rarity was enjoying this!
 
"I knew you were a foot weirdo!"
 
Rarity giggles.
 
"Guilty as charged, I suppose. But only one of us here has another lady's toes in her mouth."
 
Rainbow grimaced, and bent down, licking at Rarity's toes.
 
"There's a good girl."
 
She extended her big toe, placing it in Rainbow's mouth.
 
"Enjoy~"
 
Rainbow obliged, sucking at Rarity's toe.
 
"Not bad. Don't forget my delicate little arches."
 
She pressed her foot up against Dash's mouth, mashing her arch against her rainbow-haired friend's lips. Dash tongued the arch as best she could, trying not to inhale too much with Rarity's foot up against her nose.
 
"You're going very well, Dashie. I think you deserve a little treat. Here: we'll share."
 
"Share? What do you... mother of Celestia..."
 
Rarity brought her own foot, still slimed with Dash's saliva, up to her mouth, and took a long lick.
 
"Did you just..."
 
Rarity grinned, and licked again, from her heel all the way to the tips of her toes, before beginning to suck her own foot, coating it in a mixture of her and Rainbow's drool. Satisfied, she offered it back to her friend.
 
"You're turn."
 
"Rarity... this is so sick. Seriously, just stop it."
 
"Ah, ah... you've still got some time left. And since I'm feeling generous today, I'll let you finish after this foot. But not until then~"
 
She winked, and Dash reluctantly bent back over Rainbow's foot. Was she really going to do this? It was covered in the other girl's spit now too. How gross could something get?
 
"Dashie... I'm waiting..."
 
Dash closed her eyes, and forced herself to slide her tongue across the ball of Rarity's foot. Fortunately, the other girl's saliva tasted no different from hers, but still, knowing what she was licking... ew. Ew ew ew.
 
She continued her tongue bath until Rarity's foot was dripping wet, and the fashionista finally called 'stop.'
 
"You were a very good girl, Rainbow. I think you deserve a little reward..."
 
"Hell no, I don't need a reward from you."
 
"Oh, Rainbow, this isn't a reward you can refuse. I've still got the photos, remember?"
 
Rainbow gulped.
 
"Okay... what's my reward."
 
"Sit back. It's your turn now."
 
Rainbow obliged as she realized Rarity's intentions. At least this part would be less gross. She extended a foot in Rarity's direction, and felt a warm, wet sensation across it as Rarity's began her first lick. It... actually wasn't that bad. In fact, it was kinda soothing.
 
Rainbow leaned back on her towel, letting Rarity do her thing. The fashionista's tongue worked its way expertly in between her toes and across her soles. Rarity even punctuated her licks with little, tender kisses. Rainbow felt tension she didn't even know she had draining from her feet, as Rarity's tongue drew her into a state of relaxed bliss.
 
She could get used to this
 
"I take back everything I said about your feet, Rainbow. They're lovely~"
 
Rarity let out a little moan of pleasure as she took Rainbow's toes into her mouth, sucking at them greedily. Rainbow just smiled, enjoying the soothing warmth traveling up her leg. Just imagining this kind of soothing feeling after a soccer game... maybe Rarity's foot-weirdness wasn't so weird after all.
 
By the time Rarity finished, Dash was practically asleep, she was so comfortable. Rarity straightened herself out, laying down next to her friend.
 
"Well? Did you learn a lot?"
 
"Hmph. I guess. You're still a weirdo."
 
"I don't see you complaining anymore."
 
"Eh, it was kinda nice. But, uh... how would you feel about maybe doing something like that after a soccer game?"
 
A dark, wet splotch appeared on the crotch area of Rarity's bikini.
 
"I. Would. LOVE. That."
 
Rarity grinned hungrily, then suddenly threw her arms around Rainbow.
 
"I had a lot more fun with you today then I thought I would, Dashie. I'm sorry the photos, by the way. I was lying about the camera, there are no online backups."
 
"WHAT?! NO ONLINE-- yeah. You got me. The mayonnaise thing was pretty rotten. I guess we're even?"
 
"Even."
 
Rarity squeezed Dash, then pulled away.
 
"Thanks for a great afternoon, Dashie. And now, it's time for some much-needed relaxation."
 
END
 
 
 
[Maud x Pinkie x Anon]
 
>"Geology is a great major! It'll be fun! It'll be interesting!"
>Christ, why did you listen to your parents
>You could have gone to school for something cool, like physics or robotics or something
>Instead, here you are, in the middle of a goddamn rock farm
>You didn't even know people could farm rocks, but apparently it's a thing
>Today, like every day, you're making your rounds of the fields, checking the condition of each rock
>They're all the same as they've ever been
>Literally every day it's the same thing
>You're starting to suspect serious mental issues on the behalf of the family you're staying with
>Especially the oldest daughter, she seems kinda...
>"Hey Anon."
>...autistic
"Oh, hey Maud. Everything still looking good?"
>"Yes. The rocks are fine. We can go back in now."
"Umm... great. Let's go!"
>You let her lead the way into the house, not making any attempt to strike up conversation
>In all honesty, you don't like the unblinking, emotionless way she stares at you
 
>When you get inside, Maud sits neatly on the living room's wooden bench, and you lean up against the wall
>This place is almost completely devoid of furniture, for whatever reason
>Maud brushes some dirt off the blue-gray frock she always wears, staring silently at the wall
>What the hell is going on inside that girl's head, you wonder
>After a few minutes of inactivity, she reaches down and unties her faded gray shoes, slowly prying them from her feet
>Turns out she doesn't wear socks, and her bare toes wiggle in the open air
>You glance away, trying to fight down the stirring in your pants
>As autistic as Maud probably is, you're pretty sure she wouldn't take kindly to your arousal
>"Anon."
"Y-yeah Maud?"
>You try to keep a straight face, crossing your legs
>"My feet hurt."
"Oh. Um... sorry to hear that."
>"I guess I spend too long walking boulder today."
>She runs a hand along her sole, frowning slightly
>Your legs instinctively cross harder
>"What should I do?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
>"What should I do. To make them stop hurting."
>Her voice is so monotone, it's hard to tell when she's asking you a question
"Oh, well, uh..."
>You glance around the room, making sure no one else is around
"I could give you a massage. If you're cool with that."
>You offer as nonchalantly as you can, though with Maud it probably doesn't make any difference
>"A massage? What is that?"
"It's where I, uh... here, just let me show you."
>"Will it help?"
"Yeah, it'll help."
>"Okay. What do I do?"
>You scoot closer to Maud, within touching distance of those smooth, pale feet
"Here. Just lean back, and put your feet in my lap."
>"Like this?"
>She leans against the back of the bench, plopping her feet onto your thighs
"Yeah. Just like that."
>You run your hands over her right foot, feeling the callus on her heel, and the smooth skin of her arch
>Maud's not ticklish at all, as you suspected
>"Is this the massage?"
"No, I'm just getting warmed up. Gimme a few minutes."
>"Oh. Okay."
>You continue running your hands along Maud's feet, alternating between right and left with every couple strokes
>Her face remains completely blank, so you can't tell if she's enjoying it or not
>You know you are, though
>Years of wearing the same crummy shoes without socks have given Maud's feet a distinctive odor: sweaty with a hint of dust
>Once you've gotten a good feel for Maud's soles, you gently begin to kneed the balls of her feet with your knuckles
>Her toes curl in response, so you guess you must be doing something right
>Gradually you work your way down her foot, rubbing knots of tension from her arches, then her heels
>"I like that. It's nice."
"Good to know. Is there anywhere else that hurts?"
>"Hmm. Could you get my toes?"
"Sure."
>Your fingers move to Maud's toes, rubbing the little digits between them
>The muscles on your palms are beginning to cramp, but it's well worth it
>Maud's feet feel so good; they're that perfect balance between callused and smooth
>"Could you get this part too?"
>She uses the big toe of her left foot to point out the instep of her right
"Of course."
>You run your hands along the insteps of Maud's feet, and then the tops, just to be sure
>By the time you finish, the geologist is looking significantly more relaxed, although the opposite could be said for you
>You're so hard right now it hurts
>Maud seems to take no notice, however, and lets you continue toying with her feet
>Finally, the temptation become to much to bear, and you lean in and give her big toe a little kiss
>Maud blinks once in surprise
>"Is this part of the massage too?"
"Uh... yeah."
>"Okay."
>She goes back to staring out the window, leaving her feet there in your lap
>Guess she's okay with it?
>You plant another kiss on her toe, then one on the ball of her foot, gradually working your way down to her heel, then back up
>Up close, the smell of her feet is even more intoxicating than during the massage
>You can't help but give the bottom of Maud's foot a long, slow lick
>Her feet taste as strong as they smell, coating your tongue with her flavor
>You lick her a second and third time, before taking her toes in your mouth to suck
>The taste is so damn strong, it's addictive
>Not wanting to leave her other foot unattended, you grab it and begin slurping on her sole
>"Mmm. That feels good."
>Maud lifts her foot from your face, and bends down
>She drags her tongue across her own sole, a blank expression on her face
>"It's not as good when I do it. Keep going."
>Happily, you oblige, lapping at Maud's feet as you lose yourself in her feet's delicious taste
>That is, until a voice behind you interrupts the moment
>"Hiya Anon! Hey Maud! Watcha doin'?"
"Pinkie! What are you doing here!?"
>You quickly pull Maud's feet away from your mouth, trying to cover your erection as you turn to look at the pink-haired new arrival
>"I live here, silly. What are you doing?"
"What, me? I was, eh... well..."
>"Were you playing a weird new game? That's what it looked like to me."
"Uh, heh, yeah. We were playing a game."
>"A game about licking my sister's feet? That's so weird! Can I play?"
"What?"
>"I love games! And I love Maud! So games with Maud are super duper in my book! Can I play?"
"Um... sure. Go right ahead."
>"Yay!"
>Pinkie skips over, kneeling down in front of her sister
>"So, is this all there is to the game? Just licking feet?"
"Pretty much. But you have to also, uh... see how long you can do it."
>"Oh, fun! What's your record?"
"Five minutes."
>"Easy, I can beat that. Watch!"
>Pinkie grabs Maud's right foot, and begins violently tonguing it
>You're not kidding, she's a goddamn pro at this
>Maud watches her sister with an expression of bemused curiosity, but makes no attempt to stop Pinkie's adoration of her toes
>Pinkie looks like she's having the time of her life, slurping on Maud's feet as if they were lollipops
>Does this count as incest?
>And are you a bad person for enjoying this?
>Pinkie manages to fit all five of Maud's toes in her mouth at once, giggling as she drools on them
>She licks on along the top of Maud's foot, tracing her way down her heel, them back up her sole several times over
>Before long, Maud's feet are dripping in Pinkie's saliva
>You think you might have just cum in your pants, but it's hard to tell
>Pinkie presses her face up against Maud's arch, passionately tongue-kissing it
>Maud looks from her to you
>"I think Pinkie's better at this than you are, Anon. Sorry."
>"Hah!"
>Pinkie shouts in victory with her tongue pressed against Maud's heel
>She pulls away, standing up to do some stupid victory dance in front of you
>"Ha! I win! I win! In your face, Anon!"
>She begins obnoxiously prancing about the room, singing:
>"Pinkie is the winner, Pinkie is the winner, Anon is the loser, Anon is the loser..."
>You take a moment to admire Pinkie's own bare feet, while still relishing the taste of Maud's on your tongue
"Well... I wouldn't say that."
 
Part 2:
 
>"Anoooooooooon! Anonanonanonanonanonanon!"
"Go away, Pinkie. I'm busy."
>It's true, you've got about three hundred more rock samples to categorize by tomorrow
>"But I'm boooooooored."
>Pinkie flops onto your bed, letting her breath out in a huff
"Do I look like I'm having any more fun than you are? Go bother your sister."
>"I did. But Maud's being boring too..."
>You hear two thunks behind you as Pinkie pulls her shoes off, dropping them too the floor
"Pinkie, what are you doing?"
>"C'mon, Anon, we can play that game we did last time."
>Oh, boy
>'That' game
>Pinkie leans back on the bed, sticking out a socked foot
>"I've been walking around out on the farm all day, so my feet are super duper stinky, just like Maud's! That means the game will be extra good, right?"
"O-of course, yeah..."
>Dammit, Pinkie
>You really need to finish categorizing these samples
>But your dick is calling to you right now
>You glance from the boring paperwork in front of you, to the grinning pink-haired girl on your bed
>Well, that was an easy choice
"Alright, we'll play."
>"Yay! I'll go get Maud!"
>Pinkie jumps up from your bed, and takes off running down the hall
 
>A few minutes later, she appears with her sister in toe
>Maud looks about enthusiastic to play your 'game' as she does about anything
>Pinkie sits on your bed, and Maud just stands there, looking around the room
>"My feet don't actually hurt today. Can I still play?"
>"Of course you can, silly! We're gonna do me today, right Anon?"
>Pinkie holds out both feet, toes wiggling under her socks
"Yeah. We're gonna play with Pinkie's feet, Maud."
>"Oh. Okay. I'm sorry if I'm not very good at this."
>Maud kneels down at Pinkie's feet
>"Should I take the sock off first?"
>You nod
>Maud looks back to Pinkie, then takes her sister's right foot in her hands
>Slowly, she peels the sock back
>"Are they supposed to smell like this?"
>"Uh huh! Anon says that's part of the game!"
>When in the hell did you say that?
>It seems like Pinkie's making up her own rules now
>"Okay. I start like this, right?"
>Maud begins a clumsy imitation of a foot massage, rubbing her thumbs along Pinkie's arch
"Yeah, kinda like that. Here, watch me."
>You take Pinkie's left foot, pulling her sock off
>Damn, Maud wasn't kidding about the smell
>Pinkie giggles at your reaction
>"Told you they were extra stinky!"
>She presses her foot into your face
>"Now c'mon! Show Maud what to do!"
>You sigh, grabbing Pinkie's foot in your hands and beginning the massage
>Pinkie shivers in delight at your touch
>"Oh, wow! Anon's really good at this, Maud! Do what he's doing!"
>Maud glances over at you, then begins an almost perfect imitation of your technique
>This girl learns fast, apparently
>You press your thumbs into the ball of Pinkie's foot, feeling a surprising amount of tension there
>It must come from skipping all over the place, you figure
>Maud continues massaging Pinkie's other foot as well, and judging by the expression on Pinkie's face, she's doing a pretty good job
>"Mmm... oh, wow... deeper, deeper..."
>Pinkie's tongue lolls out, and she looks like she's about to cream her pants
>You've met girls with sensitive feet before, but this is insane
>You do answer Pinkie's requests for more, though, digging your knuckles her into her foot as you try to rub the tension from her
>Her toes curl in response, and she presses her foot closer to your face
>"Don't forget to use your mouth, silly!"
>As if you could
>You wrap your lips around Pinkie's big toe, tasting the salty sweat and foot musk
>It's even better than Maud's, somehow
>From her big toe, you drag your tongue down the ball of Pinkie's foot, down her arch, and then make little circles around her heel
>"Heehee! It tickles!"
>She wriggles her fight foot in front of her sister's face
>"You too, Maud!"
>Maud sticks her tongue out, letting the tip of it touch Pinkie's toe
>"It tastes like a foot."
>"Yep! Now get tastin'!"
>Expression still blank, Maud slides her tongue down Pinkie's foot, then back up
>Pinkie watches happily as the two of you lap at her feet, occasionally pinching Maud's tongue in between her toes
>"Heehee! Gotcha Maud!"
>"You did get me."
>When she tries to do the same to you, you play-bite her big toe
>"Gotcha Ano-- ah!"
>You chuckle
>Man, this is so much better than classifying rock samples
>"Switch!"
"Huh?"
>Pinkie pulls her foot away from your face, and crosses her legs
>The foot Maud was worshipping now lies in front of you, and vice versa
>"I called a switch! It'll make the game more fun!"
>Yeah, she's definitely writing her own rules
>The foot Pinkie holds in front of you glistens with Maud's saliva
>Are you... are you really gonna put that in your mouth?
>Isn't that kinda gross?
>Well, when you think about it, Maud is kinda pretty, despite her mental issues
>So this is basically just like kissing her
>Only with a foot involved
>Mentally shrugging, you slip all five of Pinkie's toes into your mouth
>Maud does the same, clearly not unnerved by your spit at all
>Pinkie giggles, and you start to wonder if she gets the same sick fascination out of this that you do
>Somehow, that idea just makes you even harder
>You press your face up against Pinkie's sole, covering your face in Maud's spit in the process, and begin tongue-kissing her arch
>Pinkie groans in delight, pressing her foot back against your face
>"Anon's doing a really good job, Maud... oh, wow... You have GOT to feel this."
>"How will I feel it? I'm down here."
>Pinkie removes her foot from your face, and reaches down to grab Maud's hand
>She pulls her sister up into her lap and reaches down to grab her thighs, positioning Maud's legs on top of her own
>"Now Anon gets double the fun!"
>Both Pie sisters stick their feet into your face, presenting you with a total of twenty toes to choose from
>Okay, yeah, this is way, way better than classifying samples
>You don't even pick a foot to start with, you just press your face up against them, tonguing wildly
>Maud and Pinkie have their own distinctive tastes, which swirl and blend in your mouth as you alternate between their feet
>Pinkie's arms are wrapped around Maud's stomach, and she's moaning with delight into her sister's shoulder
>Maud takes the whole thing pretty stoically, staring blankly at you
>"Pinkie was right. You are good at this."
>Pinkie nods
>"Hey Maud. Why don't you show Anon how flexible you are, and give us something to share?"
>"What? Oh. You mean like this."
>In an impressive display of flexibility, Maud lifts her right foot up to her face, leaving the left for you to continue licking
>"Yay! How let met have a taste of that..."
>Pinkie leans and plants a kiss on Maud's foot, opening her mouth to let her tongue slide across Maud's toes
>Maud does the same, licking up and down her own instep
>The Pie sisters share Maud's foot, tongues slipping over each other's saliva in a race to taste every part
>You think you even see their tongues touch a couple times
>Okay, yeah, this is incest, and you're a horrible individual for enjoying it
>But godDAMN is it hot
>You redouble your efforts on the feet before you, grabbing them and pressing them against your face
>However, your eyes remained focus on the foot-focused makeout session going on in front of you
>Man, their mouths are getting suspiciously close together...
>As discretely as you can, your hand slides into your jeans, feeling your yearning shaft
>A few clumsy pumps bring you near climax
>Pinkie's lips accidentally touch Maud's, keeping her sister's big toe in her mouth
>HNNNNNG
>Okay, there it goes
>You fill your pants with your own seed as you press your face into the Pie sisters' feet, sucking greedily at their toes as you climax
>When you finish, you collapse to the floor, panting
>Pinkie pushes Maud off her lap, then jumps up
>"Ha! See? Told ya we'd have fun."
"You were right, Pinkie... you were right..."
>Pinkie laughs, and skips out of the room
>Maud kneels down next to you
>"Were you having trouble classifying those?"
>She points to your samples
"A little. Why?"
>"I can help you. If you do more of that to me. But just me this time."
"Yeah, sure Maud."
>And so, you ended up with Maud laying on your bed, finishing your classifications for you with her feet dangling off the edge
>Feet which you, after a quick change of underwear, continued lazily worshipping
>All in all, not a bad way to procrastinate
 
 
 
[Trixie x Chrysalis]
 
>Trixie heaved a sigh as she slumped against the gymnasium wall
>For a girl who styled herself "great and powerful," she certainly felt none of those things today
>For the third time in a row, no one had turned out to watch her magic show
>She really tried this time too
>She really, really tried to advertise herself, to get people to show up
>And in the end, she was left with only an empty gymnasium, and not the adoring fans she deserved
>Trixie slammed her fist against the ground, infuriated
>Why did no one show up?
>She had talent!
>She had charisma!
>They should be lining up just to kiss her boots!
>She bit her tongue to keep from screaming
>It just wasn't fair
>Trixie's musings were interrupted by the sound of heavy boots echoing through the empty, darkened gym
>She looked up from where she sat, searching for her visitor
>Did someone actually come to watch her perform?
>The figure stepped from the shadows into the dim glow before Trixie
>She was a tall, intimidating girl, garbed in a gothic, tight-fitted black leather outfit that highlighted the unnatural paleness of her skin
>The strange girl's legs were garbed in black tights, dotted with holes that ran from her thighs all the way down her leather biker-boots, revealing little patches of her skin
>Her hair hung in lank, green strands around her pale face, where two green eyes burned even in the darkness
"G-good evening. Have you come to witness the Great and Powerful Trixie's performance?"
>"I have, in fact. Though it looks like I'm the only one..."
"Yes, it would... it would appear that way."
>Trixie couldn't hide the sadness in her voice
>"Aw, no one came? You poor thing."
>Somehow, the strange girl managed to make her voice sound both sympathetic, and patronizing
>"I guess you're just not very popular around here, huh?"
"I guess not..."
>Trixie pulled her legs up to her chest, laying her head on her knees
>"There there, don't feel bad. Anyone can be popular with a little help."
>The girl's voice had a mysterious quality to it, and Trixie found herself enticed to look up
"Really?"
>"Of course. Don't you know who I am?"
>Trixie shook her head
>The girl smiled, revealing gleaming, almost fang-like white teeth
>"You must be a good girl then. My name's Chrysalis, but most people around here call me 'the Queen.'"
"Queen of what?"
>"The... less favorable student population. But don't worry about that. If popularity is what you want, I can get that for you easily. All I ask is a little something in return."
"A little something? Like what?"
>Trixie craned her neck, staring into Chrysalis' hypnotic green gaze
>"Well, they don't call me 'the Queen' for nothing. All I ask for is respect, and a little loyalty. Is that fair to you?"
"Of course. Can you get people to come to my shows?"
>"Your shows? I'll have the local clubs booking you every week."
"R-really?"
>Trixie couldn't believe it; could this strange girl really give her something like that?
>"Of course. I'm the Queen, remember? But, before any of that happens, I'll need a small demonstration of your loyalty."
>Trixie felt a small shiver of fear
"Like wh-what?"
>Chrysalis grabbed one of the gym's metal folding chairs, lounging in it like a throne
>She stuck out a leg toward Trixie, the hardened rubber sole of her boot in the magicians' face
>"Take my boot off."
"Just take it off? O-okay."
>Trixie reached up to unzip the boot
>"Ah ah, no hands allowed."
"No hands? Then how?"
>Chrysalis mimed biting something
"O-oh. Like that."
>Trixie clamped the cold metal zipper in her mouth, dragging it down along the boot
>It slid down without much resistance, fortunately, and the top section of Chrysalis' boot flopped open
>Trixie reached up to pull the boot off, but the Queen stopped her
>"No hands, remember?"
"R-right."
>Trixie gripped the rubber sole in her teeth, tugging the boot until it finally came free of Chrysalis' foot
>As soon as it was off, an overpowering, musky smell reached Trixie's nose
>Chrysalis definitely didn't take these boots off very often
>Trixie tried to keep from grimacing at the smell, not wanting to offend this girl who promised her so much
>But something on her face must have tipped the Queen off, because Chrysalis just laughed
>"Aw, what's wrong? You don't like the smell?"
"No, it's... it's fine."
>"Of course it is. It's the smell of your queen now, right?"
>Chrysalis pressed her foot up against Trixie's face
>The Queen's leggings covered her foot, fortunately, but Trixie could feel that the bottoms were soaked in her sweat
>Trixie tried really hard not to gag as Chrysalis pressed her heel up against her nose
>She made sure to keep her breaths short and shallow, trying to inhale as little of the smell as possible
>Chrysalis just pressed her foot harder into Trixie's face, smothering the magician's nose with her sole
>"That won't do, now. Breathe deep. Learn to love your Queen."
>This was starting to seem like a bad idea
>But... this could be her big break
>Just one deep breath...
"Haaaa..."
>Trixie sucked in as much air through her nose as she could, the overpowering smell hitting her so hard she could taste it
"Ugh..."
>She couldn't resist showing her discomfort anymore
>Hopefully Chrysalis wouldn't be offended...
>On the contrary, the Queen seemed to enjoy Trixie's discomfort
>"Perfect. See? You'll learn to love it eventually."
>Trixie was definitely not loving it; it was all she could do to keep from bolting for fresh air
>Chrysalis crossed her legs, holding her other boot to Trixie's face
>"The other one, now."
>Trixie groaned, and unzipped the Queen's left boot with her teeth, before pulling it off
>The smell doubled now, and Chrysalis pressed both feet against Trixie's face
>"Do you like it yet?"
"N-not really..."
>"Don't worry, you will..."
>In a startling display of immodesty, the Queen reached under her miniskirt and slid her tights down her legs, leaving her legs and feet bare
>Trixie had a really bad feeling about this
>Chrysalis ran a hand over her foot, sighing in content
>"Ah... it's nice to have those boots off, don't you agree?"
>Trixie nodded, sheepishly
>Maybe the Queen wouldn't make her do anything more...
>Chrysalis extended a foot towards Trixie, toes wriggling in her face
>Without the tights for protection, the smell was even worse
>"Kiss."
"K-kiss your f-foot?"
>Chrysalis nodded
"Why?"
>"Because I want to see you do it. You have to show me your loyalty, remember?"
"Will you make my shows popular if I do this?"
>"More popular than you can dream of."
"O-okay."
>Trixie bent towards Trixie's foot, holding her breath
>Her lips brushed against briefly against the Queen's big toe, then she straightened back up
>"I'll need a better kiss than that."
"Better? Better how?"
>Chrysalis grinned, white teeth glinting even in the dim light
>"Open your mouth next time."
"Open my... oh..."
>"That's right. You didn't think this would be easy, did you? I demand absolute loyalty you're going to get any help from me."
>Trixie gulped
>She could barely handle the smell of the Queen's feet, but the taste?
>And besides, she got uncomfortable when another lady so much as touched her hand
>How was she going to handle have a girl's feet in her mouth?
>"I'm waiting."
>Chrysalis curled and uncurled her toes impatiently
>Trixie grimaced, almost ready to quit
>No, she couldn't quit
>She'd come this far
>Just a little more, and she'd finally have the cheering crowd she deserved
>Trixie closed her eyes, and tried to force her mind to go blank and she leaned in toward Chrysalis' foot
>Her lips met the Queen's toe first, quivering in apprehension as Trixie forced them to open
>She stuck out her tongue, and let the tip slide across the toe
>Chrysalis' foot tasted like sweat, musk, and rough skin
>It was even worse than the smell, somehow
>"That's a good girl. But you don't get to stop yet. I want you to kiss every inch."
>Chrysalis wriggled her toes again
>Trixie groaned, and licked the rest of Chrysalis' toes, trying to focus on the taste of peanut butter crackers instead
>"Good. Now, a little lower."
>Trixie licked across the ball of Chrysalis' foot, then trailed her way down the Queen's sole to her heel
>"Oooh, that's good, right there."
>Trixie tickled the Queen's heel with her tongue, trying not to focus on the way the taste of feet seemed to fill her mouth
>God, what would her parents think if they ever saw her doing this?
>While Trixie licked Chrysalis' right foot, the Queen used the toes of her right to toy with Trixie's hair
>No!
>She'd spent all afternoon styling it like that
>Getting bored with her hair, Chrysalis began rubbing the sole of her left foot over Trixie's face, even as the magician continued to worship her right
>Trixie's face burned with shame as she continued slurping on Chrysalis' sole, hoping against hope that no one would see her like this
>It was so embarrassing, serving another girl like this...
>Chrysalis caressed Trixie's cheek with the ball of her left foot, before rubbing it over her forehead
>Trixie guessed her entire face probably smelled like the Queen's feet by now
>It was hard not to burst into tears from embarrassment, and even harder to continue licking Chrysalis' feet
>Chrysalis trailed her left foot down Trixie's neck, to the hem of her blouse
>Trixie pleaded silently that the Queen wouldn't do what Trixie thought she was about to do
>Chrysalis' foot slipped under Trixie's blouse, toes pressing up against her breasts
>Trixie squealed in humiliation
>Chrysalis just laughed, rubbing the ball of her foot against Trixie's breasts
>Why was she still doing this?
>Hadn't she proven herself yet?
>This was all so embarrassing, so utterly humiliating...
>Chrysalis stuffed her toes deep into Trixie's mouth, causing her to gag, before pulling them back out
>"Tell me you love my feet."
>Chrysalis rubbed her spit-coated right foot over Trixie's face, while the other continued to toy with her breasts
"I l-love your feet."
>"That's right. You're a good girl. Of course you do. Now tell me how much."
"I love your f-feet so much."
>"And?"
"And I... I want to kiss them."
>"Mhm."
>Chrysalis finally pulled her foot from Trixie's shirt, and placed it against the magician's shoulder, forcing her to the ground
>Trixie lay there, bowing before the Queen, who stuck her right foot, still wet with Trixie's slobber, into the girl's face
>"Now, one last kiss. Then you're good to go."
>The last kiss was easy, and Chrysalis finally let Trixie stand
>The magician was sore, and utterly humiliated, certain that her entire face now smelled like Chrysalis' feet
>Speaking of which, the Queen redressed herself, placing her feet back inside her boots
>"You'll have a show in this same spot, same time, a week from today. Expect a full house. And don't embarrass me."
>She patted Trixie's head, trying to straighten her hair a little
>"And remember, you're one of mine now. As long as you stay loyal, you can have anything I can give you. But if you should decide that you don't like being one of my subjects anymore, well... don't be surprised if it all disappears."
>Chrysalis bent down, and kissed Trixie's forehead
>"See you next week, cutie."
>With a wink, the Queen departed
 
>Trixie trudged home in the dark, feeling violated, and dirty
>But she was also ecstatic about next week
>An entire gymnasium full of fans?
>She could hardly wait!
>Although... what exactly did Chrysalis mean about 'staying loyal?'
>Was she going to have to do... that, again?
>Trixie shuddered, trying to repress the memory
 
>The next week came, and Trixie had another show
>Chrysalis was true to her word; there wasn't even standing room
>The Queen herself sat in the darkened back row, almost invisible is you weren't looking for her
>After the show (for which Trixie received a standing ovation), the Queen approached her newest subject
>She stood uncomfortably close to Trixie, wrapping her arm around the now-famous magician's shoulders
>"You were great up there. Truly invigorating performance. Say..."
>The Queen squeezed Trixie closer to herself
>"I'm gonna be having a little get-together next week. Actually, it's more of a party. A massive, rager, blowout party. And we could use some entertainment. What say you... put on a little show for us?"
"Well, that's really generous of you, but..."
>"Ah, that wasn't a question you get to say no to."
"R-right. Of course."
>"Great. See ya then."
>Chrysalis blew Trixie a kiss as she turned to leave
 
 
 
[Twilight x Cadance]
 
 
>Twilight lay on the bed, kicking her feet in the air with a book propped open in front of her
>She'd been reading for over four hours now, even though she already completed the textbook twice
>Tomorrow was her final exam in Friendship Psychology, and she intended to receive no less than 100%
>After all, as top student at Canterlot Academy, she wouldn't allow herself to receive anything lower
>She scratched the sole of her left foot with the toes of her right, creating a soft rustling sound as her socks rubbed together
>"Twilight! We're leaving now! Cadance is here if you need anything!"
"Okay!"
>Twilight heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of the car starting as her parents left
>She really didn't still need Cadance to babysit her...
>She was twelve now, definitely old enough to look after herself
>But her parents were protective of their little princess, and Cadance was always called whenever they were away
>Twilight heard footsteps on the stairs, followed by a knock on her bedroom door
>"Hey, Twi."
>Cadance poked her head in, her tri-color hair pulled back in a neat ponytail
>"Your parents tell me you've been studying all afternoon. You need anything? Some snacks? A backrub? Foot massage?"
"I, uh... well, some grape juice might be nice, and... what was that last one?"
>"A foot massage?"
"Y-yeah, that."
>Something about that sounded tantalizing, though Twilight wasn't sure why
>"It's when you... here, let me show you. Go back to your book, and let the master teach you how it's done."
>The bed depressed as Cadance sat on its corner, taking Twilight's socked feet in her hands
>Twilight tried to focus on her reading, though she couldn't help but be curious
"So, is this like a regular massage, but on my feet?"
>"Pretty much."
"It's not going to... hurt or anything, will it?"
>Cadance looked confused at that
>"Why on earth would I do this if it hurt?"
"Sorry, stupid question."
>Cadance laughed, and ran her hands over the bottom of Twilight's left foot
>Twilight jumped a little at her babysitter's touch
>"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just... not used to this."
>"I don't have to do this if it weirds you out. I can just go get your grape juice."
"No, no, this is actually really interesting. I'll try to keep still."
>Cadance shook her head, and ran her hands over Twilight's foot again, getting a feet for the shape of Twilight's sole under her sock
>Twilight bit her lip, enjoying the sensation
>It ticked a little, but it was... pleasant
>Very relaxing
>Once she had a good idea of the shape of Twilight's feet, Cadance got to work on them with her fingers, pressing her thumbs up into Twilight's arches
>Twilight felt a warm shiver run up her body as the muscles in her foot began to relax
>Cadance had the right idea, this was just what she needed after hours of studying
>Her babysitter worked her thumbs up Twilight's arch to the ball of her foot, where she pressed in deep
>Twilight's feet were incredibly soft and well-shaped, seeing as the girl rarely did anything to ruin them
>Cadance was tired of having a layer of fabric between them and her hands
>"Twi? You okay if I take your socks off?"
"My socks? Um... I guess. Do you have to?"
>"I don't have to, but it'll make it feel better for you."
"Oh, okay. I haven't bathed since, um... I think tuesday, so the smell might be a little bad, but if you're okay with that..."
>"Don't worry about me. You just focus on your studies, okay?"
"Right, thanks."
>Twilight continued re-re-reading her textbook, enjoying the tingling warmth that crept up her legs
>Cadance peeled off Twilight's socks, tossing them down next to the girl's bed
>Twilight had definitely forgone bathing for a few days, but her smell wasn't overbearing
>Just a pleasant aroma to let Cadance know what she was dealing with
>She ran her hands over Twilight's feet again, getting a feel for her smooth skin, and the subtle creases along her arches
>Twilight shivered at her touch, toes curling reflexively
>It tickled a little, but it was also soothing
>She returned to her book, trusting that her babysitter knew what she was doing
>Cadance did; she began to rub her thumbs between Twilight's toes, easing tension for the round little digits
"Ooh... wow..."
>"You like that?"
"Yes, it's... it kinda tickles, but it's really nice..."
>"Good to hear."
>Cadance winked, and pressed her thumbs deeper into Twilight's foot, stimulating the sensitive spots between her toes
"Mmm..."
>Twilight sighed in content
>She couldn't even focus on her book anymore, the massage was making her sleepy
>Cadance's hands moved from her toes to the balls of her feet, fingers expertly working against the soft pads
>Twilight lay her head down on her pillow, breathing deep as tension seemed to evaporate from her body
>Meanwhile, Cadance was finding it hard to restrain herself
>Twilight's feet were so soft, so small, and so perfectly shaped
>And the smell was beginning to make her mouth water
>Her hands kneaded Twilight's heels, and smoothed the muscles in her ankles
>Would Twilight notice is she took one little taste of her soles?
>The girl looked half-asleep, maybe Cadance could sneak just one little lick
>As subtle as you could, Cadance bent down, and prodded Twilight's arch with the tip of her tongue
"Gah! Wh-what was that?"
>Twilight craned her neck around, catching her babysitter with her tongue still pressed against her foot
"Cadance, why are you... are you licking my... is this a part of the massage?"
>"Um... of course, Twilight. It wouldn't be a proper foot massage without the most important part."
"Oh, r-right. Sorry, it's just a little strange... no one's ever done something like that to me before..."
>"Well, no one else is the best babysitter ever, right?"
"Heh... right."
>Twilight's toes flexed nervously
>As weird as it was, Cadance's tongue was soothing where it pressed against her sole
"Just, um... you're sure this is safe, right? I don't want you to get sick, or anything..."
>"Twi, I'll be fine. Just relax, okay?"
"Okay... but if you feel sick--"
>"Twilight."
"Okay. I'll relax now. Sorry..."
>Twilight lay back against the pillow, letting her mind go blank once more
>Something warm and wet pressed up against her heel, as her babysitter continued the 'massage'
>Cadance licked from Twilight's heel down to her toes, shivering as she relished the taste
>For a girl who made no effort to maintain her appearance, Twilight had such amazing feet...
>Her fingers stayed busy on Twilight's other foot, sliding her thumbs along the smooth skin of the her instep
>Twilight sighed in pleasure as Cadance took one of her toes into her mouth, tongue swirling against it
>The older girl could feel a tingling sensation creeping up her thighs, and forced herself to slow down
>She was enjoying this, yes, but it wouldn't be right for her to enjoy it... that way
>After all, she was here to babysit Twilight, right?
>Cadance switched to Twilight's right foot, licking along the bottom in long, smooth strokes
>Twilight's leg twitched as Cadance slipped her tongue between Twilight's toes
>Goosebumps rose on her back as Cadance placed soft little kisses along her arch, before moving up to suck at her ankle
>It was getting hard for Twilight to stay awake
>She felt so warm and relaxed, and Cadance's tongue was so soft where it pressed against her feet
>Maybe she could let herself fall asleep... Cadance would realize, right?
>Yeah, of course she would
>Slowly, Twilight let herself drift into unconsciousness, letting the warm blanket of Cadance's expert massage envelop her consciousness
>Her babysitter, meanwhile, continued none-the-wiser
>She was caught up in the smoothness of Twilight's soles, the taste of her slightly-sweaty, unwashed feet
>Her tongue trailed down Twilight's arch, pausing to slurp at her heel
>Cadance's thighs were shaking with desire, and her crotch ached to be satisfied
>But she couldn't relieve herself here, not with Twilight lying there
>Still, the girl's feet were just so perfect...
>Cadance noticed that Twilight had stopped responding to her touch
>She lay her head close to Twilight's, listening to the girl's breathing
>Steady, slow, and smooth
>She had to be asleep
>Just to check, Cadance poked Twilight twice in her cheek
>The studious girl didn't stir, and Cadance knew she had her chance
>Moving back to Twilight's feet, Cadance unzipped her jeans and slid a hand underneath her panties
>She was already sopping wet, as she usually got when presented with a pair of feet as perfect as Twilight's
>Cadance bent towards the girl's feet again, taking Twilight's big toe in her mouth
>She sucked greedily at it while she began to massage herself with her fingers, bringing spikes of pleasure that radiated through her body
>The taste of Twilight's feet was already putting her near the edge...
>Cadance let Twilight's toe slip from her lips, and begin licking Twilight's instep, coating it with her saliva as her left hand worked furiously at her crotch
>She hoped the sound of her self-gratification wouldn't wake Twilight...
>Cadance gasped, pressing her face into Twilight's feet
>They were turning her on more than she expected
>Cadance forced herself to slow down, licking Twilight's feet with smooth, painstakingly slow strokes
>They tasted so good, she just wanted more of it
>She was so wet now, she just wanted her relase...
>But if she had to take things slowly
>If Twilight woke up, how would she ever explain herself?
>Cadance wrapped her mouth around Twilight's heel, tonguing pressing against the smooth skin
>Unable to resist anymore, her hand's motion increased to a frantic pace, and crammed as many of Twilight's toes as possible into her mouth as she brought herself to a wet, thigh-shaking orgasm
>It was all Cadance could do to keep herself from crying out in pleasure as her relief washed over her, causing her to drool onto Twilight's toes and bedsheets as she did so
>When she finally calmed, she pulled her mouth away from Twilight's feet, but not after giving them a quick goodbye kiss
>She unable to restrain herself, she grabbed the girl's socks, and stuffed them in her pockets
>Twilight lost closed all the time, she'd never realize they were gone
>She left her saliva to dry on Twilight's feet, figuring it wouldn't make them any dirtier than they already were
>Cadance took a deep breath, her heart still hammering in her chest from the body-rocking sensation she just experienced
>Twilight looked so peaceful there on the bed, and Cadance knew she needed her rest
>So, the babysitter bent down, and tucked Twilight properly into bed, placing a little kiss on her forehead
>"Sleep tight, cutie."
>Cadance flicked the lights off in Twilight's room, and left her to sleep
 
End
 
 
 
 
 
[Anon x Harshwhinny]
 
>You've always hated going to job interviews
>The pressure, writing resumés, coming up with answers to stupid questions, the endless 'don't call us, we'll call you' routine...
>They're awful
>But you never imagined that GIVING an interview could be worse than receiving one
>Until now
>You've been behind your desk for almost seven hours now, reviewing candidate after candidate for some shitty low-level office position
>Each one of them has looked absolutely terrified, probably wishing they could be anywhere else
>Little do they know how much it sucks to be on the opposite side of the desk
>Your office is stuffy, your tie is too tight, your face hurts from smiling, your back aches...
>And you still have one more candidate left!
"Next!"
>Your voice cracks from exhaustion as you call out
>The door creaks open, and the woman who steps in, is... well, she's different, that's for sure
>Every other candidate you've had has been some scared twenty-something yuppie, with a resume barely half a page long
>But this chick is... damn
>She's kind of attractive, in a milf-y sort of way
>She almost gives you a gradeschool teacher vibe, with the stern face, the short hair, her giant earrings
>And that purple suit just fits her like a glove, damn...
>"Excuse me? Are you just going to stare, or are we going to get this over with?"
"Uh..."
>You clear your throat
"Ahem, sorry. Yeah, let's begin."
>The woman takes her seat across from you, heels clacking on the tile floor
>She hands you her resume with a cocky smile
>You pretend to look over it, even though you don't really care
>Seven damn hours of this...
"Why don't you tell me about yourself?"
>The woman just laughs haughtily, crossing her legs in front of her
>"Come on, now? Not even going to try?"
"Try? Try what?"
>"To intimidate me. Isn't that how these are supposed to start out?"
"Um... no? Usually they start with you giving me your name, a bit about your experience."
>"My name? You can call me Ms. Harshwhinny."
"O... kay. First name?"
>She grins smugly
>"You won't need it. Keep the miss."
"Uh... alright. Anyway, Ms. Harshwhinny, why don't you tell me a bit about your experience."
>Her grin widens, and you can feel a sort of haughty energy crackling around her
>"Well, I can tell you that I have over two decades worth of experience with finance and budgetting. In fact, I've taken the liberties of doing a financial analysis of your firm while I waited?"
"You... you did?"
>Harshwhinny nods
>"Of course. A true professional always comes prepared."
"But our finance reports are classified!"
>"Oh? No one told me that..."
>You're starting to get the feeling that this entire interview is spiraling out of control
>Harshwhinny reaches into her briefcase, and draws out a file
>She flings it across the table to you
>"Take a look at this. According to my analysis, a large amount of money has been disappearing annually for 'managerial expenses.' It never shows up on any tax forms, however, and the money appears to completely vanish after being removed from the company account. Very suspicious."
>You're sweating again, though not from the heat this time
>How the hell is this woman?
>"So, I'm sure you've come to the same obvious conclusion I have. Your manager is embezzling money from the company."
"Y-you don't know that!"
>"Oh? What do you think the board of directors would say if they saw this?"
"I..."
>"I think this whole branch is liable for being shut down. Which means you'd be out of a job, hotshot. Unless..."
>A wicked gleam appears in her eye
>"You give me this job."
"Well... I'll see what I can do, uh..."
>"Ah, nope. You're going to make absolutely sure I get this job. Or else."
"R-right. Top recommendation. I'll shred the other applications."
>Jesus, why are you sweating so hard?
>This mare's presence is overpowering...
>Her smile softens
>"Good. And I'll just be keeping these..."
>She tucks the reports back into her briefcase
"So... that's all? You just wanted this job?"
>Harshwhinny contemplates that for a bit
>"Well... since I'm here..."
>She suddenly plops her feet up onto the table, her shoes as purple as her dress
>"I've been standing around all day, and my feet are awfully tired..."
>She lets the sentence linger, and winks at you
"You want a... foot rub?"
>"Well... sort of. Why don't you get started, hotshot? If you do a good job, I might make you my assistant once I'm finally running this place."
"Uh... alright..."
>Slowly, you remove Harshwhinny's left shoe, then her right
>Fortunately she's wearing perfume, so the scent of them is masked
>Still... this is pretty weird, man
>You slowly take her left foot in your hands, and begin massaging her sole with your thumbs
>"Oh... you're pretty good..."
>Her arches are smooth, but there's a light layer of callus on her heel and the ball of her foot
>Still, for a woman of her apparent age... her feet are in pretty good condition
>It's kinda strange that she's not wearing pantyhose, though...
>Still, you don't really mind the way her feet feel, and begin digging your fingers deeper into them
>Harshwhinny groans in pleasure
>"Nnnn... right there, yeah... oops, up a little... yes, very good..."
>She recrosses her legs
>"Right foot now~..."
>You move to her right foot, rubbing your thumbs along her arch, then up to the ball of her foot, and finally threading your fingers between her toes
>Her feet are a little sweaty from the heat, and your hands begin to become moist as you work on them
>Normally, you'd think this was gross, but... you don't really mind
>Harshwhinny has pretty feet
>Wait... is that weird of you to think
>You split up the job, right hand working on Harshwhinny's left foot, and left hand on her right
>She crosses her hands over her stomach, grinning in bliss
>"I'm definitely making you my assistant... nn, you can do this all day, wouldn't that be nice?"
"Honestly, it's better than my current position."
>Harshwhinny chuckles
>"A sense of humor, I like that. You deserve a little something extra."
"E-extra?"
>Harshwhinny wriggles her toes at you, and winks
>"You get to use your tongue now."
"I... wait, are you serious?"
>She nods
>"You don't want to lose your job, do you?"
"No, but... seriously? You want me to lick your feet?"
>"Mhm. And really now, can you resist them?"
>She clenches and unclenches her toes
"Umm..."
>You stare at the smooth surface of her soles, the skin slightly paler than the rest of her body
>Her feet really are shapely, aren't they...
"Fuck it, I can't."
>You bend in, and press your face against the bottom of Harshwhinny's feet
>Up close, you can get more of their scent, though her perfume still cuts most of it off
>Shapely and clean, you like that
>You begin your first lick at the heel of her left foot, dragging your tongue along her sole and finishing at her big toe
>She tastes of sweat, skin, a little musk, and chemically sweet perfume
>All in all... it's kinda entoxicating
>You lick her again and again, alternating between right foot and left
>Harshwhinny's toes curl around your tongue as it darts between them
>"Mmm... excellent technique. But you need a bit more than just licking. Open up."
>You part your lips at her command, and Harshwhinny slips her big toe into your mouth
>Greedily, you suck at her digit, tasting the sweat and exertion of a long day standing
>She groans in pleasure, and presses her other foot against your face
>"Don't forget to share the love..."
>You take the toe of her left foot into your mouth, sucking it as eagerly as the last
>"Next toe, now..."
>You move to the rest of her toes, giving each its own suckling treatment
>Dammit, why does this feel so good?
>"Very good... don't be afraid to go a little crazy now..."
>You press your face into her sole, lapping madly at her arches
>As you lick her, her other foot caresses your cheek, and rubs through your hair
>"Good... seems like you're a pretty big fan of my feet now, hmm?"
"Huge fan..."
>You're breathing heavily now, and your pants feel tight
>Harshwhinny smiles
>"Since you've been so good, I'll give you a little show."
>She lifts her foot up to her own mouth, giving you a view right down her skirt...
>Purple thong
>Oh god, can this chick get any hotter?
>Harshwhinny answers your question by dragging her tongue along her own foot, unperturbed by the presence of your own saliva
>She makes little cooing noises as she kisses her sole, slobbering all over her own toes
>You're so erect it hurts, and you reach down to unbutton your work pants...
>Harshwhinny ceases in her self worship
>"Ah ah... not in front of a professional. You have to wait until later~"
>She winks at you, and continues making out with her heel
>With one final kiss on her big toe, Harshwhinny plants her feet back on the ground
>"Well, this has been quite the successful interview. Could I get my shoes back?"
>You pass the heels to her, and she slips them back on
>"I trust we'll be meeting again soon?"
>She winks
"Yeah... yeah, really soon..."
>You don't think enough blood is getting to your brain
>"Excellent. You'll make me a fine assistant one day. But until then... ciao!"
>She turns, and sashays out of the room
>You immediately grab her assessment form, and check "exceeds expectations" in every available box
>Then you stand up, and head right to the bathroom for a little 'alone time'
 
End
 
 
 
 
 
[Luna x Twilight]
 
>Twilight Sparkle collapsed onto a pile of books, scooping a few under her head to form a makeshift pillow
>Sure, it wasn’t the most comfortable bed in the world, but she wasn’t planning to nap too long
>Just a few minutes, to regain her energy
>She had a very important Summit to prepare for, and, well, it had taken a bit more out of her than she’d expected
>Not that that was a problem for her, of course
>She’d have everything ready in no time, just as soon as she… got a little rest…
>Within minutes, the Princess of Friendship was out cold
 
>”Can I count on you to make sure that she isn’t disturbed?”
>Spike saluted Cadance, hoping the show of mock-respect would get her to leave faster
“I won’t let you down!”
>Cadance nodded, satisfied, and turned to leave
>”Excellent.  My fellow princesses and I will be quite busy with our own preparations today.  If you need any assistance, I recommend looking for Mayor Mare instead of one of us?”
>Spike nodded again, waiting for Cadance to finally leave
>”Well, in that case, I’ll see you tomorrow.  Make sure she gets her rest now!”
“Right!  Yeah, bye!”
>Spike practically shoved Cadance out the door of Twilight’s castle, locking it after her
>Finally… he thought that pink menace would never leave
 
>Spike fucked off to do unimportant Spike things in downtown Ponyville, leaving Twilight snoozing peacefully on her stack of books
>For all intents and purposes, she was now completely alone, and the castle’s locked doors and small staff of guards ensured that no one would disturb her
>Or, well… no one except a certain nocturnal princess, who’d had her eye on Twilight for a quite a wall
>As day became dusk and dusk became night, Twilight slept on, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched
>Hundreds of leagues away, from her tower on the east side of Canterlot, Luna peered at Twilight through her personal scrying telescope
>The princess of friendship was still garbed in her formal dress from the opening ceremony, a beautiful ensemble of velvety lace fashioned by Rarity herself
>But what really grabbed Luna’s attention were the quartz-encrusted heels that Twilight still wore, the left one ever so slightly dangling off her foot
>Luna licked her lips, a bead of sweat rolling down her neck
>She’d admired Twilight’s feet before, but she’d never had a chance to get any sort of real contact with them
>But now, the princess of friendship was not only passed out, as evidenced by the lazy progression of her dreams, but also completely and utterly alone
>This was her chance!
 
>Back in Twilight’s room, a small *pop* sounded, followed by a brief flash of navy-blue light
>A hooded figure appeared in Twilight’s room, and began creeping towards her dresser without a sound
>The figure pulled its hood back as it reached the dresser, and hair that shimmered like the night sky spilled down around her shoulders
>Luna bent over the dresser, pulling the top drawer out
>Inside were books, of course, there were books everywhere in this place
>But next to the books were a few little bundles of plain white socks
>They weren’t really befitting a princess, Luna thought, but then again Twilight wasn’t a typical princess
>She grabbed a sock from the drawer and lifted it to her face, inhaling deeply
>It had been washed recently, Luna could tell, as it smelled of nothing but fresh linen
>What a disappointment, she thought to herself
>Luna glanced around the room, hoping she’d see… there it was!
>Swift and silent as a shadow, she slipped across the room to Twilight’s laundry hamper
>It was a rather plane thing, just a wicker basket with a lid, not really the kind of thing you’d expect in such a garish castle
>Still, it was exactly what Luna was hoping for
>She rooted through the hamper until she found another pair of socks, this one still slightly damp with Twilight’s sweat
>Luna could feel herself beginning to drool, and quickly pressed the sock against her face, inhaling deeply
>The heavenly scent of Twilight’s foot filled her nostrils, its potency letting her know that Twilight wasn’t the kind of girl to change her socks very often
>Luna took a second hoof, feeling almost high from the ecstasy
>How long had she been wearing these?
>It must have been days, if not weeks
>She couldn’t resist putting it in her mouth, sucking every bit of sweat out of it that she could manage
>Over on the bed, Twilight shifted slightly in her sleep
>Luna suddenly realized she was wasting her time with the socks
>Twilight was right in front of her, she could do whatever she wanted!
>Luna stuffed the sock into her cloak pocket, intending to save it for later
>For now, though, she had exactly what she wanted
>She appeared next to Twilight’s stack of books, bending down to caress her gorgeous shoes
>Having an affinity for the lower extremities, Luna cou appreciate a well-made shoe
>But she appreciated them far more when they were off
>She slipped Twilight’s heel from her foot, revealing the princess’s pale toes
>Summer had left it slightly muggy in the castle, and the faintest sheen of sweat had formed along Twilight’s sole
>Luna bent in and took a long sniff, relishing the chance to get the smell directly from its source
>Her feet didn’t smell as pungent as the socks, but the subtlety of the scent wafting from Twilight’s toes drove Luna wild
>She took another breath, and then another, letting the aroma of Twilight’s sole wash down her throat as she removed Twilight’s other shoe
>The princess was barefoot now, and motionless except for the slow rise and fall of her chest
>Luna grabbed both of Twilight’s feet and held them together, pressing her face against the princess of friendship’s soles
>She took larger breaths now, rubbing Twilight’s heel across her mouth and the arch of Twilight’s foot against her cheek
>They were soft, so much softer than her sister’s feet
>Not that Luna had ever done anything to her sister’s feet, heh… that would be perverted…
>Luna rubbed the ball of Twilight’s foot across her face, letting the sweat smear across her brow
>It was intoxicating, to the point Luna was almost afraid she’d pass out
>She was so horny she could barely think straight
>Opening her mouth, Luna dragged her tongue across Twilight’s sole
>The taste was, to put it one way, electrifying
>Salty yet sweet, with just a little bit of a leathery taste mixed in from her shoes
>Luna lapped at the ball of Twilight’s left foot as she continued rubbing the right against her cheek, keeping her movements gentle as to not risk waking her fellow princess
>Twilight moaned something about pancakes, but other than that she remained still
>Luna slipped the girl’s big toe into her mouth, sucking greedily at it as her saliva washed the sweat from Twilight’s skin
>When she pulled Twilight’s foot away from her mouth, a ribbon of silvery spit connected her mouth to its tip
>She let her tongue flick in between Twilight’s toes, licking up the little bits of sweat that had formed between them
>Between her thighs, she was practically dripping with excitement now, and so she dropped Twilight’s left food in order to give herself a free hand for… other purposes
>It wasn’t easy to get herself off through a cloak, but Luna managed
>She pressed her nose against the arch of Twilight’s foot, inhaling deeply and forcing herself to climax
>In order to keep from making too much noise, she bit down on her lip and cut her cries of pleasure down to a single squeak
>Twilight did not respond
>Luna stood up on shaky legs, head spinning
>The taste of Twilight’s feet lingered in her mouth, and she could still feel their softness on her face
>Downstairs, she could hear the door creak open as Spike returned from whatever the hell he was doing
 
>When Spike returned, the first thing he did was to check on the princess
>He found her there, still sleeping just like he’d left her, only with her shoes now off
>And the room smelled… weird now, like fish and teriyaki sauce
“Gross.  I really need to tell Twilight to bathe more often.”
>He shut the door, and walked off
 
 
 
 
[Derpy x Lyra x Bon Bon]
 
>Drop by drop, the silvery liquid fell into the linen cloth stretched out in Derpy’s palm
>Today was the day
>After almost twenty-two years of involuntary celibacy, she was finally going to bring home a stallion
>Whether he wanted to come home with her or not
>That friendly (if somewhat shady) pony on the corner had guaranteed that this was the most powerful love potion available to pony science
>And what Derpy needed more than anything was a powerful love potion
>’Chloroform’ was a particularly strange name for a love potion, though…
>The bar that Derpy was sitting in was mostly bare, save for the small amount of hopeful lovers like herself
>She stared at the door with intent, waiting for the right person to come through
>Derpy dressed for the occasion: a tight-fitting gray shirt with jeans and flats
>Casual, yet somewhat inviting to others in a way
>But as for how inviting she truly was, well, she had no idea...
>Of course, she didn’t see the small couple in the back of the bar, eyeing her from afar
>Lyra and Bonbon were sitting in a small booth in the back, noticing Derpy’s outfit and lustful look in her eyes
>They had always knew she was a bit desperate, but they would finally get to see it in action soon
>Neither of the two girls could take their eyes off of Derpy’s footwear, mesmerized by the way her flats hugged the contour of her feet, revealing just the most tantalizing bit of skin below her ankles
>They’d been looking to add some spice to their love life for a few months now, and both had decided that it was time to look for a new member for their bedroom games
>And right then, the town klutz, seated there at the bar with a filthy rag in her hand, looked pretty appealing…
>Back at the bar, Derpy nonchalantly tucked the bottle back into her purse, certain no one had seen her spill its contents onto her napkin
>Now… who to use her new potion on?
>Derpy scanned the bar, looking for a potential victim
>Other than her, the only inhabitants of the bar were two women about her age
>They looked vaguely familiar, though Derpy had always been terrible with names
>Wait… how was she sure this potion would even work?
>And did she have enough?
>Derpy raised the cloth to her face, giving it a few tentative sniffs
>Immediately, the world began to grow fuzzy, and it felt like the barstool was spinning under her
“Uh… I don’t… feel so good…”
>Slowly, Derpy slumped onto the bar, feeling her consciousness fade
“I just don’t know… what went wrong…”
>Seeing the ditzy girl fall onto the bar, the two girls in the back saw an opportunity
“What do you think?” Lyra asked Bonbon with a look of excitement in her eyes
“Yeah, let’s go for it,” the equally excited girl said as the stood up from the bar, heading towards Derpy
>If the bartender was so inclined, he might have stopped the two girls from carrying out the unconscious girl into the street
>Though they had an excuse
“Just taking our friend back to her house, looks like she drank one too many,” Lyra said as she carefully picked up Derpy’s body with the assistance of Bonbon
>The couple carried Derpy outside and began to head to her house, being careful not to drop her
>Thankfully, the night streets of Ponyville were mostly barren at this time, save for the occasional stranger who didn’t pay much mind to the pair
>Eventually, the couple reached Derpy’s house, and waited at the door for a minute deciding what to do
>Lyra cradled Derpy in her arms as Bonbon unlocked the door, and together they carried the klutzy girl inside, setting her on their bed
>Derpy slept soundly under the influence of the drugs as the two girls peered down at her
“So… whaddaya wanna do with her?”
>Lyra grinned devilishly at her girlfriend, and licked her lips
“We’ll go easy on her.  This is probably her first time, after all.  Make it nice for her.”
>Bonbon nodded, her mouth beginning to moisten in anticipation
“I can do nice.”
>Bonbon bent her face down towards Derpy’s, and pressed her lips against the unconscious girls
>Derpy’s mouth was warm and soft beneath hers, and the klutz’s breath flowed right into Bonbon’s nose
>Dextrously, Bonbon’s lips parted Derpy’s, and she slipped her tongue into the other girl’s mouth
>Lyra watched the scene with glee, growing more and more antsy until she couldn’t control herself, and bent down toward Derpy’s feet
>She looked at her flats with excitement, and as her partner made out with Derpy, Lyra grabbed Derpy’s flat
>She pulled the flat off with ease, revealing the unconscious girl’s foot in full glory
>There was a small amount of sweat on it, carrying with it a tiny amount of smell that wafted up to Lyra’s nose
>Lyra bent down more and rubbed Derpy’s foot, feeling the soft skin in her hands
>Lyra took off Dery’s other flat as the girl’s feet were not completely bare
>She pressed her face into Derpy’s soles, sniffing and feeling the soft skin on her face
>Over and over,  she took deep breaths, the ripe smell of Derpy’s feet filling her lungs, and sending tingles down her spine
>Bonbon continues to make out with Derpy, feeling her limp tongue in her mouth
>The girls’ shared spit slopped onto Derpy’s face, coating her cheeks in a silvery sheen
>Bonbon drew her face away, a string of saliva connected her mouth to Derpy’s as she trailed her tongue down Derpy’s front, toward her legs
>Bonbon joined Lyra at Derpy’s feet, taking her right foot as her girlfriend took the left
>Goosebumps rose all over her body as she tasted Derpy’s feet, their soft, salty taste blossoming beautifully in her mouth
>Lyra’s tongue danced on Derpy’s sole, tasting the slight layer of sweat that still lay on the bottoms of her foot
>She licked inbetween Derpy’s toes, savoring the taste of the girl’s unconscious feet
>On the opposite side, Bonbon continued to lick, feeling Derpy’s toenails on her tongue
>She took Derpy’s big toe in her mouth, sucking greedily at it
>The taste was better than she expected; Derpy was a klutz, but damn she did know how to take care of her feet
>Lyra then swaps places with Bonbon, climbing up to Derpy’s face, slipping her tongue into the girl’s mouth and continuing the job done to it earlier
>The candy-haired girl stayed back, relishing in the taste of Derpy’s feet
>It was making her mind feel hot and fuzzy, and her loins felt like a waterfall between her legs
>Lyra then looks back at Bonbon, seeing her at Derpy’s foot and getting turned on by her partner’s obvious arousal
>Both girls locked eyes, both of them reaching the same devious idea
“What say we take her for a ride?”
>Lyra licked her lips, still coated in Derpy’s spit
“I say ‘hell yeah.’”
>Bonbon slipped her shorts down around her ankles, placing Derpy’s spit-soaked foot against her crotch, grinding herself against it
>Lyra joined her, grabbing hold of Derpy’s left foot, and slipping her own pants down to her feet
>She one-upped Bonbon a bit, actually slipping Derpy’s toes inside of her, letting out a little squeak as she was penetrated
>The site of Lyra’s ‘experimentation’ only served to arouse Bonbon further, and she pressed Derpy’s foot harder against her snatch, rubbing herself up and down Derpy’s sole
>Face flushed, she leaned in toward Lyra, opening her mouth slightly
>Not even pausing in her humping of Derpy’s foot, Lyra bent in as well, and the two lovers’ mouths met
>Thanks to her unique methods, Lyra came fast, and she came hard, spewing thick juice’s down Derpy’s toes
>The sound of Lyra’s moans pushed Bonbon over the edge, and she shuddered and collapsed to the floor, a dripping mess
>Lyra fell into Bonbon’s lap, and their mouths met once more, heads resting against Derpy’s soles
>They made the perfect pillow
 
>After a sweet, simple fifteen minutes of making out, Derpy began to stir awake
>The couple, seeing Derpy awake, immediately raised off of her feet and began to put on their clothes in a hurry
>Just as Derpy’s eyes fluttered open, Lyra finished pulling on her pants, though she was still shaky and out of breath
“Uh… wh-where am I?”
>Lyra and Bonbon glanced at each other
“Well, you see… we saw you pass out at the bar, so we brought you back here, and gave you some… medicine.”
>Derpy slowly sat up
“Oh… is that why my mouth tastes weird?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lyra reassured her
>Derpy glanced down at her feet, which were slimy with Lyra and Bonbon’s spit and… juices
“Wh-what happened to my feet?”
“That’s part of the medicine!” Bonbon chimed in, “It, uh… helped you wake up faster!”
“Oh!”
>Derpy smiled pleasantly, wiggling her slimy toes
“Well thanks, you two!”
“Don’t mention it,” Lyra reassured her
“Yeah, really.  And if you ever don’t feel quite right again, just come by us!  We’ll fix you up real quick!”
>Derpy’s eyes grew wide
“Really?  Thanks!”
>Ten minutes later, Derpy was out the door
>Though she had promised to stop by and bring them muffins tomorrow, as ‘thanks’
>Lyra and Bonbon sat on their couch, basking in the afterglow
“Should we trick her again?” Lyra asked, grinning
“Later,” Bonbon replied.  “For now…”
>She trailed her finger down Lyra’s leg, toward her toes
“Two is still enough for a little fun, huh?”
 
 
[Flitter x Cloudchaser]
 
>Cloudchaser stepped out from the shower, the air cool against her still-damp skin
>Practice had been a killer, even worse than she was used to, and her body ached all over
>But the shower definitely helped, and Cloudchaser felt positively languid as she wrapped a towel around her waist
>As she walked back to the lockers, she found her sister, Flitter, already seated on the benches
>She had yet to change out of her uniform, and had her bare feet propped on the bench next to Cloudchaser's discarded clothes
>Cloudchaser pushed her sister's legs off the bench as she stepped up to her locker
"Get your nasty feet away from my stuff."
>Flitter frowned, face reddening in indignation
>"They are not nasty!"
>She aimed a kick at Cloudchaser's thigh, the sole of her foot slapping against her sister's exposed thigh
"Ow, hey! Knock it off, you little brat!"
>"Hey! Take that back!"
>Cloudchaser ignored her sister, and strolled over to the sink to wash the grimy footprint Flitter had left on her previously-clean leg
>When she returned, Flitter had a smug expression on her face, with her arms folded over her chest
"What's so funny?"
>Cloudchaser went to her locker, only to find it locked with a lock she recognized as... Flitter's
"Hey! My stuff's in there!"
>Flitter nodded, grin widening
>"Yep. And it's gonna stay in there, until you take back what you said."
"Ugh, fine. I take it back."
>Flitter contemplated her sister's words
>"Nope. Not good enough."
"What!? Come on! What do you expect me to do?"
>Flitter extended her leg toward Cloudchaser's face
>"Lick my foot."
"What? Ew, no! That's disgusting!"
>"You want your phone back, right? Lick, or you're not getting it."
>Cloudchaser began to sweat
"Okay, seriously, I'm sorry. I'm just a little worn from practice. Now come on, let me get my stuff."
>Flitter shook her head
>"Nope! You've been pretty rude to me lately, Cloudchaser. Now it's time I put you in your place."
>She curled and uncurled her toes
>"Now be a good girl, and lick. I want them nice and clean when you're done."
"Ugh..."
>Cloudchaser knelt down, taking Flitter's foot in her hands
>She could smell the sweat and musk already
>Why was she doing this?
>She could probably wrestle Flitter into submission, but...
>No, her sister was right, she'd been awful to her lately
>Maybe this was the proper way to repent
>Cloudchaser closed her eyes, and slowly touched her tongue to Flitter's sole
>It tasted of sweat and grime, practically making Cloudchaser gag
>She dragged her tongue along the sole, and up to Flitter's toes
>"Mmm... gonna need more than that, big sis."
>Cloudchaser obediently bent in, and licked her sister's foot again, leaving a clean trail of her saliva along Flitter's arch
>She licked again and again, slowly removing the dirt and sweat from Flitter's foot
>"Mmm. You're pretty good at this. Sure you haven't done it before?"
"D-dammit... this is really gross..."
>"Ah, no one said you could talk. More licking."
>Cloudchaser closed her eyes, and tried not to inhale as she continued to lap as Flitter's heel
>When her sister felt her right foot was sufficiently clean, she presented Cloudchaser with her left
>"Next one. Do a better job, and I might even let you suck my toes~"
>Cloudchaser resisted the urge to flip her sister off, and began tonguing Flitter's left foot
>It felt like ages before she was finally done
>Once Flitter's feet were positively dripping with Cloudchaser's saliva, she stood up, and patted her sister on the head
>"Good girl. Now, get your things."
>She spun the lock, and opened Cloudchaser's locker
>"We'll head home soon. And if you're good, I might return the favor~"