PinkiePie

>Being friends with Pinkie Pie is a rollercoaster
>It's like being friends with a cartoon character
>She's been acting weird lately
>Weirder, lately
>Right now, she's dragging you along by the wrist to an unknown destination, after having seen you out shopping at the weekend flea market
>You'll have to wait to get a new pair of jeans until next time
>"Pinkie, where are we going!"
>"You'll have to come and seeeee, silly!"
>She's hopping with both her feet along the road leading out of the market
>Of course, you eventually arrive at Sugarcube corner
>A better question would have been *why* you were going to Sugarcube corner
>"What's up this time, Ponk?"
>Her grin hasn't faded the whole time
>Does that hurt smiling that wide? I bet it does
>"Oh! Ohohohohoh!" She's so excited she can't form words, only exclaimations of laughter
>Leading you into the shop, past the counter, up the stairs and into her bedroom, she deosn't stop giggling the whole time
>It's almost infectuous, you're certainly smiling at your pink friend's excitement
>Your wrist is finally free as she closes her bedroom door with both hands
>She turns to look at you, her arms spread wide across the now-closed door
>You don't know what to say
>"I-"
>You're cut short by a shrill scream of excitement and laughter from Pinkie
>She kicks off her shoes in two seperate motions as she dances around the room, barely able to contain herself
>"Rainbow Daaaash told me soooomething" she sings
>Oh okay well this is going to be an embarassment
>"What did she tell you, Pinkie?" you ask, hoping it's not what you think it is
>She jumps, startled, almost as if she forgot you were there
>"Oh. OH OH OH OH" she remembers.
>"She told me something about... YOU" she says, grabbing your shoulders and jumping on the spot in front of you
>   :I
>"She said... she saiiiid..." Unable to finish her sentence, she snorts, causing another cascade of happy giggling
>After what feels like a couple minutes, she calms down enough, still with a cheshire grin on her face, rosy from laughing
>"She saiiid she wanted you to grab my shooooess over there" she says, with all the slyness she can muster
>It comes off as more bubbly than anything, though
>You heard the word shoes and you knew where this was going
>Tenatively, you go over and grab the pair by the heels, so they hang off your fingers
>They radiate warmth, and even at arm's length you can smell the scent of your bouncy friend's feet
>"What do you wan-"
>"SMELL 'EM!" She says, literally throwing her head back laughing
>Who actually throws their head back like that?
>You're convinced she has cartoon lineage
>"Pinkie, what? What does this have to do with Rainbow?" you manage to say over her laughter,
>The fact she’s  having a fit of laughter is the only reason you can say anything at all
>"Because she said... she said... she said what yoooouuu like! She said you like feeties! So smell them! I've been wearing those shoes for aaages, anon. Like, a really super duper long time and my feet have been all sweaty because it's been all hot and I haven't been wearing socks-"
>It's true, right now she's as barefoot as the day she was born
>Because I read in this book that Twilight gave me that not wearing socks will make 'em really stink good and all day erry day I've been wiggling my toesies in their sweaty sweat sweat soooOOO SMELL THEM SMELL THEM SMELL THEM!"
>She's panting for breath after her run-on sentence
>You're feeling equally breathless from what's been said
>And you'd really like to breathe right now, more than any other time; the shoes you've got in your hand are incredibly temping now, more so than usual
>The smell's only gotten stronger, too
>You can’t help but give a few sniffs as you stand there with her shoes in hand
>”Pleaaase anon?” Pinkie pleads with you, with puppy-dog eyes
>After another pause, you slowly raise the shoe-openings to your face, and man, do they smell like pink feeties
> Before cramming your nose into her shoes, you pause with godly strength of will to ask:
>”Wait… You really want me to smell your feet?”
>She beams at you
>”I said smell my SHOES silly! …buuut I like that idea BETTER!”
>Oh boy oh boy
>”Come here anon! C’mere!” she waves you over frantically as she sits down on her bed, holding her legs up perpendicularly
>You’re acclimatised enough to the situation to follow her instructions without too much feigned reluctance
>Because let’s face it, there was never any real reluctance to get at that pair of rosy pink soles which stare up at now
>Like, seriously, they’re staring at you
>She’s drawn little faces on her big toes
>”Anon! Get your nose between these TOES!” she cheerfully tells you, kicking her legs up and down
>As you kneel down, her feet spring to stillness, stretched outwards
>You nuzzle your face into her soles
>And oh my god the smell
>You know what they smell like?
>They smell *exactly* the way you love feet to smell, that’s how
>And it’s making your legs go weak, your lungs warm with lust
>With a lightening quick movement, she grabs your nose between her first and second toes
>It’s gentle enough to allow you to breath, but still keep you in place, between a pair of smelly pink toes
>Not like you needed to be kept in place
>”Got your noooose between my piggies!” she sings
>Pinkie, god, keep it down, don’t other people live here?
>How do your living arrangements even work?
>You don’t dwell on anything but the Pink Pinkie and her Pinky toes as she lets go of your nose
>They’re wiggling like mad, a row of ten squiggly worms
>The scent of sweat is still deeply in your mind
>It’s intoxicating, and combined with the show of wiggly feet, you can’t focus on anything else
>They stop after an indefinite period of time
>She grabs your head with her soles and brings you closer to her
>You were crouching down and nearly fall over, but you don’t care
>”Anon! Anon! Anon? ANONANONANONANONANO-“
>You look up at the pink blur as she shakes your head around with her dextrous feet, chanting your name
>”-NANONANONANONANON! Was that good?”
>”Pinkie… I…”
>”Yesssss?” She bites her lower lip
>”Oh my god Pinkie” is all you can manage, giving her a huge grin. Man, happy pone gives you the smiles, feet or no feet
>But you prefer with feet
>Oh my god, those feet
>”Oh YAY YAY *YAY*! This is the best most perfect day ever and now I know more about you and how to press your buttons and I can always be barefoot around you and you’ll like that and I can make you feel good just with my toes and I get to put them all over you and! –“ She has a huge gasp
>”AND maybe you can give me foot massages and even massage them with your tongue and suck on my toes! Do it do it, please Anon do it!”
>You don’t need to be told twice
>You grab her ankle with your hands and greedily try to fit as many toes as you can in your mouth
>You only manage three, but you have toes in your mouth and your generally pretty content
>”Oooooh!” Pinkie giggles at the feeling of a wet tongue exploring between her toes. “Lick up and down now, up and down and up and down and up and down and-“
>You comply happily, and with the smell and taste of Piefeet you spend what feels like an eternity in her bedroom at Sugarcube corner