>Be Anon.
>Be wet.
>Be very wet.
>It's a rainy day.
>It's a very rainy day.
>You're making your way home after a long day of working at the Corner. Despite the crappy weather, it's been a good day. 
>Only a few customers came in so it's been a quiet one. Your favourite kind. Well, as quiet as a day can be with a colleague such as Pinkie Pie.
>Your hoodie has been ruined by the unrelenting storm. In hindsight, you should've worn something waterproof when you left the house this morning.
>"See ya tomorrow, Anon!" 
>Pinkie skips past you in her normal clothes with an unbrella hat serving as her only means of protection from the rain.
"Uhm, Pinkie..?"
>She skids along the mud and stops.
>"Yep?"
"Tomorrow is Saturday. I don't work weekends."
>"But you're gonna visit me while I'm working, right?"
>You hadn't planned on it, but man will outsmart the bullet before he can say no to Pinkie's puppy eyes.
"Sure, why not!"
>"See ya tomorrow!" 
>She skips away out your vision leaving you alone. 
>Something you've always loved about Pinkie is her ability to not give a rats ass about anything. 
>You remember your first day of work at Sugarcube Corner, she walked around on the freezing cold tile floor of the kitchen barefoot for her entire shift. 
>Not that her feet bothered you or anything.
>Your train of thought is interrupted by the silhouette of somebody approaching. 
>Whoever they are, they have am umbrella.
>Jackpot.
"Hey! You okay, buddy? Lost or something?"
>As the figure gets nearer, you realise it's...
"Rarity..?"
>"Anon! What brings you out in this weather?"
"I'm heading home from work. What about you?"
>"On my way home, too. I've been with Twilight and Applejack all afternoon."
>You would've asked what they were up to, but you didn't care. What you did care about was getting under that umbrella.
"Hey, do you think I could squeeze under there with you? I'm not exactly crazy about the rain."
>Rarity nods.
>"Of course. On one condition."
>Uh-oh.
"What is it?" 
>"You hold it."
>She forces the umbrella into your hand.
>You ain't even mad.
>After a few minutes of walking, Rarity decides to initiate conversation.
>"So, how is it working at Sugarcube Corner?"
"Tiring. I'm thinking of quitting."
>"Quitting? Is Pinkie Pie too much for you?"
"No, no, no! She's actually the only redeeming factor of working there. I just wanna do something else for work."
>"And what might that be?"
"I don't know yet. Just something I enjoy that I'm good at."
>"I'm sure you'll find something, Anon."
"Thanks." 
>You walk with Rarity to her door and give her the umbrella.
"I'll see you around."
>You smile at her and start to walk away.
>"Anon, wait. Why don't you come in? Dry off and wait for the storm to calm down a little. It's the least I can do for escorting a young damsel through these rough streets." 
>You know she's kidding about that last part; in all the years you've lived here, you've never heard of a crime being committed.
>Regardless, you'd be a fool to decline such an offer.
"Alright, thanks."
>You follow her inside and comply when she asks you to take your hoodie and shoes off. 
>"Are the rest of your clothes wet?" 
>She throws you a towel.
"Uhm, a little damp, I guess."
>"Allow me to get them dried for you."
>Does she mean..?
"You want me to take my clothes off?"
>She blushes. 
>"Anon, if I wanted to see you naked, I would be much more discrete about it. And there would be a lot of wine involved."
>You laugh and peel off your wet shirt and pants. 
>Your white boxers have been made slightly see through from the rain. Though, you don't think it's too noticeable. 
>"I'll be right back. Would you like a drink?"
"Sure. What do you have?"
>"Wine?"
"Sure."
>You aren't exactly a big wine drinker but you'll cross that bridge when you get to it.
>In the absence of Rarity, you take a look around her living room. 
>Everything is so neat. Not perfect, but tidy. Quite the contrast from your place.
>On the fireplace rests a framed picture of her sister, Sweetie Belle. 
>The enormous grin on the young girl's face proves to be contagious. 
>"That was taken on her first day of school."
>You spin around to face Rarity.
"I wasn't snooping or anything. Just looking around."
>"Isn't that another term for snooping?"
"I don't know. Probably."
>Rarity sits down with a bottle of wine in one hand, two glasses in the other and a towel draped over her shoulder.
>"Come. Sit."
>You perch yourself next to her as she pours two glasses of wine.
"Where is your sister tonight?" 
>"Sleepover at Apple Bloom's. Poor Applejack." 
>You take a sip of wine. What possessed someone to make grapes taste so foul? 
>"Ugh, my feet are absolutely soaked."
>Your eyes dart to the floor. Her feet. How did you not notice this?
>She's been barefoot this whole time.
>Oh, Anon, you lucky dog.
>Rarity starts rubbing her feet with the towel to dry them and you get the most brilliant idea.
"Hey. Why don't you let me do that?"
>"Sorry?"
"Let me dry your legs off."
>Nice save, Anon. Don't wanna seem too eager.
>"Oh, I couldn't let you do that! You're my guest!"
"Think of it as my way of saying thanks for the hospitality. Just relax and let me do my thing."
>"Alright, Anon. If you insist." 
>You wait for Rarity to lean back and take the towel.
>You get on your knees and put her feet up on your legs.
>Oh sweet mother of all semi-erections.
>The towel hugs her gorgeous smooth legs. 
>You glide your hands all the way up to her thigh and drag them down her calves. 
>You repeat the action several times, embracing the feeling of her flesh in your hands.
>Then you get to work on the foot. The anticipation has been making your cock ache for attention. 
>Her toes twitch as the palm of your hand caresses her heel. 
>Something of yours twitches in response. 
>Using both hands, you press down on the sides of her foot and rub like you're trying to start a fire.
>"Hmmm..." 
>Looking up, you notice Rarity has her eyes closed. And she's finished her glass of wine already.
"You okay?"
>"More than okay. This feels..." 
>Her voice is replaced with a satisfied smile.
>You continue to dry her cold little feet.
>And the best part is, you get to do this all over again with the other leg.
"More wine?"
>"Please..."
>Three glasses later.
"Do you think my clothes are dry yet?"
>"Anon, you're not planning on leaving are you?"
"No, of course not. I'm just... Cold. And I feel kinda silly just sitting here in my underwear."
>"Is that your way of asking me to undress?"
"What? No!"
>Rarity laughs and puts her hand on your shoulder.
>"I'm just teasing you. Let me fetch them for you."
>She's only gone for a couple of seconds before returning and throwing your pants to you.
"Thanks. What about my shirt?"
>"I prefer you this way." 
>Rarity slumps down on the end of the couch and puts her feet up on your lap.
>Wow.
"Uhm..."
>She gasps.
>"Oh, my! I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."
>Her feet hop out of your lap and onto the floor.
"It's okay, Rarity. I'm not grossed out by your feet. Go ahead."
>Slowly but surely, her feet return to your crotch.
>The feeling of her soft, delicate soles weighing down on your shaft.
>She flexes her toes and scrunches them to get comfortable. 
>This is probably the closest thing you'll ever get to a footjob.
>Feels good, man.
>You anxiously hover your hand above her foot.
>Heart pounding.
>Dick throbbing.
>Fuck it.
>You hold her foot in your hand and start to stroke it.
>"Anon..."
>Oh, shit. Busted. 
>This is it. She's felt your erection under her feet. You've freaked her out. 
>Game over, man. Game over.
>"You're making me sleepy."
>oh.
"Sorry." 
>"It's okay. You can carry on if you want."
"A-alright..."
>You position her feet so her toes are pointing upwards.
>Using your thumb, you run circles into the ball of her foot.
>She closes her eyes and gives a relieved sigh.
>Your other hand is keeping busy rubbing her leg.
"How's that?"
>"Shh. Don't talk. Just... Rub."
"Yes, ma'am."
>Holy shit, this is awesome.
>Her un-massaged foot has started rubbing your thigh. 
>Is she asking you to give that one some lovin' too?
>Yes ma'am.
>You position her other foot to match the first one. 
>Rubbing two feet at the same time is harder than you thought.
>You pay more attention to the arch. 
>Your fingers trace along it in a backwards-forwards motion, applying more and more pressure with each alternation.
>Her heels begin moving side to side as if they were inspecting something.
>They were.
>Are they... Rubbing your junk?
>You look over to Rarity, her eyes are barely open.
>"Anon... Are you..?"
>You feel yourself blushing.
>Preparing to be thrown out in 3...
>2...
>1...
>The soles of her feet return to pressing down on your dick.
>What?
>They press down harder.
>And harder.
>Her big toe pets the tip of your member.
>Both of her feet engulf your dick and start rubbing.
"Are you..?"
>"Think of it as my way of saying thanks."
>All you can do is watch as your body is paralysed by the overwhelming amount of pleasure.
>You bend down and plant kisses on her feet while they carry on with their work.
>This is beyond words. 
>Now that you're this close, you can smell them.
>The scent is faint, but it's there.
>That glorious foot scent.
>One that many would shrug off as disgusting.
>But to you, it is nectar.
>Many kisses later, you feel yourself start to climax. 
>Dear ol' boner has been patient.
>Her feet are keeping their rhythm.
>They haven't slowed down or sped up since she started. 
>With one final push from the ball of her foot, you blow your load into your own pants.
>You breathe heavily as you try to regain your senses.
"That... was... amazing."
>You look over at Rarity and gently shake her feet.
"Hey... You awake?"
>Her breathing has become slow and hypnotic. 
>She's not awake.
>With no idea what to do now, you decide that this would be a good place to end the day.
>With the most gorgeous pair of feet in the universe on your lap, you let yourself fade away.
>Next morning.
>Beside you is a shirt and hoodie. 
>Dry.
>Before you have the chance to put them on, Rarity walks in.
>"Good morning."
"Hey."
>"...you said you were going to quit your job?"
"Maybe. Why?"
>Rarity lifts her leg and pushes you down with her foot on your chest.
>Pinned to the couch, you struggle.
>But you both know you want to stay like this.
>"I think we've found something you enjoy."
>She sits down and puts her other foot on your cock.
>"And you're pretty good at it. Now get to work."
>Fin.