>You lay in the grass, gazing at the clouds
>It's late afternoon, the sky is just beginning to darken
>The weather is pleasantly warm with a cool breeze
>Everything is silent except for the rustle of tree leaves
>It's peaceful times like these that make life worth living
>You extend your arms to feel the grass
>Your left hand hits something soft
"Shit. Sorry."
>"It's alright," a soft, comforting voice murmurs
>She doesn't like cursing, but she was probably too relaxed to care
>You and Fluttershy made it a habit of coming here to wind down
>It was a simple clearing in a forest on the outskirts of Ponyville
>Perhaps its simplicity is what made it so wonderful
 
>You moved to Ponyville about half a year ago
>It wasn't easy to assimilate, but you managed to do so
>A lively (to put it politely) girl with pink hair was the first to welcome you
>With a party that you were too exhausted to care about
>But you did manage to meet some nice people
>A seamstress, a farmer, a librarian, an athlete
>And an animal caretaker, Fluttershy
>You aren't one for excessive talking, so you got along with her famously
>She was skittish at first, but eventually she realized you meant no harm
>You would visit her more and more every week
>The two of you would hang out when things got overwhelming
>Just to enjoy eachother's company and relax
>And when you were lucky, you got some glimpses of her fe-
 
>"achoo!"
>You're caught off guard by the tiniest sneeze to have ever been sneezed
"Hey, keep it down over there," you nag playfully
>She apologizes sarcastically and giggles
>She's sitting up now
>You eventually follow suit
>A small moment of silence passes
>It seems wrong to end the serenity
>You do it anyway
"You ready to head back?"
>"Oh! N-not yet. I mean, not unless you wanted to," she replies anxiously
 
>Fluttershy is great, but she hardly ever puts herself first
>Which works fine, because you typically put her before yourself
"What have you been up to today?"
>You feel rather silly for not having already asked
>She places her hand on her chin in thought
>Must have been a busy day
>"Well, after I woke up and checked on all the animals I went to town to run errands."
>That's harder than it sounds for Fluttershy, she must have been talking all day
>"It was mostly just walking and shopping and boring things, I'm sorry," she says, trailing off
>You can't help but chuckle
"There's no wrong answer, don't apologize."
>She smiles and instinctively replies "Oh right, sorry."
>You both laugh
 
>Another small silence as you carefully choose the next words in your head
>You can't mess this up
"Why don't you put your feet up? All that walking's probably worn you out."
>"O-oh, no no no, I couldn't ask you to do that. I-I'll be fine, really," she says, her cheeks tinting red
>It was typical of Fluttershy to never ask anything of anyone
>But you aren't going to lose this opportunity
"Well yeah, but maybe I can help you feel even better. Please?"
>You give her an innocent look and she frowns in defeat
>"A-alright, but you can stop any time you want to. Sorry," she stutters
>Her shoed feet are tentatively placed onto your lap
>She's wearing yellow shoes, and her white socks are barely visible
>You untie her laces as quickly as you can without seeming eager
>You cup the heel of her shoe and slowly slide it off
>The feeling is incredible
>You do the same with the other shoe, a bit faster
>Her feet are small, probably around size 6
>They look adorable in her thin white socks
>Speaking of socks, hers are still on
>You hook your finger on the cuff of her sock and prepare to slide it off
 
>"Oh, w-wait! M-maybe you could leave them on," she sputters
>You give her a confused look
>She rubs her neck, clearly embarassed
>"I-I'm just worried if they...smell. I've been walking all day."
>You flash her a reassuring smile
"I'll survive. Just relax, or else this'll all be for nothing."
>That seems to click with her, she would hate to waste someone's effort
>And with that, you proceed to slide her socks off
>You've seen Fluttershy's feet before, but the sight is never any less amazing
>For someone who works so hard, she has incredibly soft and delicate feet
>Perhaps it was because she was so light, and the pressure on her feet is lessened
>It didn't matter, you aren't going to look a gift pony in the mouth
>Fluttershy wiggles her toes in the cold air and you hear a small sigh of relief
>Finally the scent hits you
>That distinictive scent you can't get enough of
>You breath heavily through your nose, as quiet as possible
>You realize that you haven't even touched her feet yet, what the hell are you waiting for?
>You place both hands on one foot
>They felt so dainty in your hands
>And slightly moist because of being cooped up all day in those shoes
>You look up at Fluttershy
>She has her eyes locked on her feet as if you were going to murder them when she wasn't looking
>You begin very slowly, pressing deeply into her sole with your thumbs
>You knew from some credible sources that Fluttershy was remarkably ticklish
>But it probably isn't the best idea to tickle her to death the first time she trusts you with her feet
>So you rub the tender flesh of her sole deeply in order to suppress the ticklishness
>It seems to be working, because Fluttershy isn't paying attention to you and she has this goofy grin
>You relish every second that you have these perfect feet
>You move your thumbs up to her toes and spread them around, making sure to get inbetween them
>They were somewhat long, but so very soft
 
>You wanted nothing more than to have them in your mouth
>Shit, what
>Don't think like that
>Just take it slow
>"A-anon..." she whispers
>You freeze
"What? What'd I do?"
>"This feels amazing..." She sighs.
>You wipe the imaginary sweat off your brow
>Getting back into the action, you place both hands on her other foot now
>This one's a bit colder due to being exposed
>You wrap your hands around her foot to help warm it up
>You begin to treat this one as you did the former, pressing deeply into the sole
>The flesh of her soles were incredibly tender, like dough beneath your touch
 
>You continue to knead Flutterhy's soles while attempting small talk
>Both of you are too distracted to focus on any one subject
>Occasionally you stop and wrap your hands around her feet
>Feeling her smooth soles with your palms
>Running your fingers over her toes
>She was too dazed to care
>You think
>Her feet are still a little moist, but that just makes them easier to rub
>You occasionally bend your neck down to smell them better
>It isn't as strong as before, but it's definitely there
>It's probably the closest to heaven you'll ever get
 
>You spoke too soon
>Fluttershy adjusts her legs and her heel rubs against your bulge
>Fluttershy, you naughty gi-
>She's asleep
>Your mind goes berserk, you have an unconscious pair of feet on your lap
>Wait a second
>Isn't it illegal to do this to a sleeping girl?
>Probably not, that'd be a stupid law
>You look over your shoulders anyway
>Coast is clear
 
"Hey. Fluttershy. Hey."
>You call out lightly, pausing the massage
>No response
>You drag a finger up her sole
>Her foot twitches immediately and you retract your finger
>No facial reaction though
>She's out cold
>Your heart pounding rapidly
>You're aching down there so hard you can't hold off any longer
>You gently lift the leg closest to you
>You take a moment, just staring at her foot
>Like the rest of her, the sole is milky white
>The ball of her foot, the heel and toes were lightly tinted pink
 
>You place your tongue on her heel and slowly drag it all the way to her toes
>The flesh of her sole slightly rippled along your tongue
>Her foot twitches in your grasp, it probably tickles dreadfully
>The taste, the feel, the smell, everything was perfect
>You pity the dead who can no longer know such joys
 
>You continue to help yourself to the foot you hold in front of you
>Your tongue slides from heel to toe
>Heel to toe
>Heel to toe
>You cover every inch of her impeccable sole with your tongue
>Mere seconds have passed but it feels like an eternity in paradise
>You slip her little toes into your mouth, doing your best to fit them all
>Once again, their softness impresses you
>Her toes rest there in your mouth as you slither your tongue between them
>Your free hand seems to move on its own to your crotch
>Just as you begin to pleasure yourself, your hand is pushed out of the way
>By Fluttershy's free foot
>It feels as if the breath was knocked out of you
"F-Fluttershy?"
>"Just relax, please. Okay?" she whispers
>Who are you to decline?
 
>You lay on your back again
>You adjust yourself to have one foot on your face, and one to your manhood
>You continue to smother yourself in the foot in your grasp
>The sensations are multiplied ten fold by the second foot rubbing your little friend
>She rhythmically slides it back and forth, around in circles, sometimes clutching it with her toes
>The blood rushing to your loins begins to make you dizzy
>You find that you're unable to attend to the other foot
>Fluttershy notices this and brings both feet to your throbbing member
>She plays with it as if it were clay, molding it to her liking
>Her toes fiddle with the button on pants
>It's obviously not easy
>"Um...I-I'm sorry, but-"
>You shoot your hand towards the button and unhook it before she can even finish her sentence
>She giggles at your eagerness and does the rest with her toes
>Finally some air
 
>She wraps her little toes around your shaft and begins to caress it
>Up and down, up and down
>Sometimes stopping at the tip to give it some attention
>Good god, she was too good at this
>You emit some moans as she works, letting her know what feels good
>Her beaming smile is a good sign that she's satisfied with her work
>She lays one foot behind your rod to prop it up while the other slides across the tip
>Your eyes shoot open and you involuntarily exhale
>It felt like nothing you've felt before
>The sensation was overwhelming
>You can feel yourself nearing the edge
>You don't bother saying anything, she'll find out eventually
>She lays her soles on both sides of your cock, enveloping it
>Up and down, up and down
>You didn't think anything could ever feel so good
>Soon enough, you finish and give her feet a bit of a paint job
 
>Fluttershy let's you enjoy the moment for a bit before speaking
>"How did I do?" Fluttershy asks with an excited grin
>It takes you a bit to compose yourself
>You give her a thumbs up and regain your breath before making yourself decent
>Fluttershy just sits there with a dopey smile on her face
>You call out playfully
"You alright?"
>"Oh, yes! That was...nice."
>She couldn't have been more right
>She cleans off her feet on the grass before putting her socks on
>She hesitates as she holds her shoes though
>"Um...Anon?" she mutters
"Yeah?"
>"I-I was just wondering that since I did a good job and all...Maybe...You could help me with something?"
>As she speaks, her face turns bright red and she begins to trail off
>It's so cute you have to smile
"Sure, spit it out."
>"Oh, well, I have this thing...Like you do, except not with feet," she says, idly wiggling her toes
>This ought to be good
 
"You don't have to be ashamed. I'd love to help."
>She seems a bit shocked at first, but then she beams
>"R-really? Are you sure?"
>She's so surprised, you wonder if maybe this was a bad idea
>Nah, anything for Fluttershy
>She did help you after all
"Positive."
>"Okay! Oh goodness, alright. M-maybe we should head back home first," she sputters, teeming with excitement
>You look up
>It's getting pretty dark, you hadn't even had noticed
"Yeah, good idea. Your place?"
>She nods as she slides on her shoes
>You have to admit, you were a bit excited yourself
>The two of you walk silently, but with smiles you can't contain
>You feel her slender fingers slide into your hand as you walk
>The two of you continue your walk uneventfully, hand in hand