Pinkie's Foot Cookies

>All of Pinkie's best friends in all of Ponyville are at her place
>Unusually, the atmosphere is actually pretty lax
>Everyone's just watching a movie, sprawled out on the floor and couches
>Well, Pinkie wasn't watching, she was too nervous, too excited
>What are you excited about, Pernk?
>There's:
>No dancing
>No pin-the-tail-on-the-pony
>No karaoke
>In fact, there weren't even any baked goods to share with Pie's friends!
>"Not yet, at least" Pinkie thought, her heart fluttering, stomach twisting, and chest and cheeks growing warm with nervous anticipation
>She flailed her boot-clad feet in the air with built-up energy
>Pinkie's attention had been too divided on her cookie plan to focus on throwing too wild of a party
>Plan Cookie
>Operation Cookie was a go
>"HEY GUYS!" Pinkie squealed, startling everyone
>"I'm... I FORGOT THE COOKIES!" she faux-remembered
>"I need to bake them RIGHT. NOW."
>Silence
>"Sure Pinkie..."Applejack smiled
>"I can't wait!" Twilight exclaimed
>"Okie Doki Loki Doki Doki! I'll beee riiight baaack guys!"
>Barely before she had rounded the corner, she was back
>"OH! And guys! Don't even THINK about coming into the kitchen! This is my special batch and I can't get interrupted! You can't ruin these! Got it?"
>Leaving the question hanging in the air, the Pink one was off to the kitchen in a flash
>Operation Cookie really was a go, now
>It made Pinkie incredibly excited, in more ways than one
>The cookie dough, very warm and sitting inconspicuously on the kitchen counter, belied Pinkie's lie
>She hadn't forgotten about the cookies at all
>What was she up to?
>Taking the bowl under one arm, she was out of the kitchen again
>Ponk shot a furitive glance towards her friends to make sure she was undetected, and ran off to her bedroom
>Door opened, Pinkie in, door closed and locked
>Pinkie set the bowl down on the floor, at the foot of her bed, bounding around with unbridled enthusiasm
>(hahahahah bridle is a horse word, funny fucking joke)
>She felt a little bad about lying
>But she wasn't the honest one
>She was the fun one
>Or something
>Either way, Pinkie had to lie so she could have enough time to enact her devious plan
>It was devious to say the least...
>Still jumping on one leg, Pinkie yanked at her tall boots, one after the other, until they were both off
>Barefoot, for she hadn't been wearing socks for days, Pinkie wiggled her toes
>Grabbing a boot, and plomping her butt on the edge of her bed, she lifted the opening of the boot to her face
>A deep inhale, and a sniff, sniff, sniff could be heard
>"Wowies, WOWIES! These are perfect" Pinkie cooed
>Hot, sockless days in those boots, running around as Pinkie does, yielded one of the strongest odors she had ever smelt, and at least three times as good as any other
>Resting one ankle on her other thigh, Pinkie cocked and lowered her head to bring it level with her tender sole
>Restraining herself from licking, she pressed her nose up as hard as she could against her tootsie
>She could see little balls of footstuff made theirselves at home inbetween some of her toes
>Lint and such things smelt so good, pressed against her sweaty soles
>As easily as she could have stayed there all day, Pink decided she had to continue on with the plan
>Eyeing the capacious dough-bowl, Pinkie brought her pink feet to bear
>Poised above the bowl, waiting to strike, she splayed her toes
>And plunged them into the pleasantly warm ooze
>Between her toes, as she wiggled them, she could feel chocolate chips
>Against her soles, she could feel the tickly, granular sugar, and the buttery soft... butter
>She dug in with her piggies, and kneaded with her heels
>Comprehensively, Pinkie ensured every cubic centimetre (fuck you, imperial system) of dough has been thoroughly intimated with her smelly feets
>For what seemed like glorious hours, Pinkie felt the squelching of her special cookie dough between her toes
>She grew more and more excited, to the point where she had to clench her thighs together to keep on task, and protect from her own distracting, wandering fingers
>Reluctantly, Pinkie lifted a foot out of the sticky mire, knowing she had to get back to serve her treats before the others became suspicious
>The beige-brown of cookie dough coating her soles was too great a sight to behold for Pinkie, and she hungrily devoured her own dirty, sticky feet
>With both hands around her ankle, she brought her foot to her face and passionately ate at the sugary goodness, tickling herself as she did so
>Then, moving onto the next foot, she continued until every chocolate chip has been wormed out from between Pinkie's toes by her tongue and every single part of her soles had been licked
>Blushing at her own fervor, Pinkie hurried, slipping her boots back on and unlocking the door
>She grabbed the bowl, now full of foot batter, and whisked herself away to the kitchen
>She had barely sat the bowl on the counter before-
>"PINKIE!"
>Dash's voice on the other side of the kitchen door, suprisingly close and unnecessarily loud, shouted out
>Pinkie jumped, eyes wide, and turned around
>She opened the door to a very exasperated looking Dash... and Rarity, Twilight, Applejack and Fluttershy
>Although the latter were trying best to hide any annoyance the might have felt
>"We've been waiting for some cookies for ages-"
>"Yes, we're quite starving, you know-"
>"And, we were wondering, if it was, alright-"
>"Could we get round to eatin' them?-"
>"Yes, please, Pinkie" Twilight flashed a warm smile "We'd really like to try them"
>Pinkie stammered
>"But, I, uh... I didn't cook them yet! I'm sorry, I got lost on my train of thought... I didn't get off at the right stop" She gestured to the unbaked, "specially treated" dough which had clearly not been in an oven yet
>Pinkie braced for an interrogation, preparing herself not to let slip what she had been doing
>"Oh" Dash said
>That was all
>"Oh?" Pinkie tenatively asked
>"I... we... we love cookie dough, Pinkie! Seriously, I much prefer it unbaked. And, I don't think I'm the only one, right guys?" Dash asked, turning
>The others nodded their heads in approval
>"Oh... OH YES! I KNEW I HAD GOTTEN IT RIGHT! You guys *do* like cookie dough" a very relieved Pinkie exclaimed
>"Well... dig in, guys! It's allllll yours!" Ponka beamed
>The five friends hungrily encircled the seemingly-innocuous sweet feet treat, digging at it with their hands
>Pinkie grinned an immensely happy grin watching her friends devour her work
>"This tastes so good Pinkie, oh my gosh!"
>"I could eat this forever and ever, Pinkie Pie!"
>and "You simply have to give me the recipie for this, Pinkie!"
>These were some of the phrases which made Pinkie giddy in the legs as she watched her friends unknowingly shovel down her foot batter
>"Hey! Group photo, everyone!" Pinkie shouted, seemingly producing a camera out of nowhere
>Turning around, given little time, some hungry friends held Pinkie's special treat in their hands, and others smeared accross their faces
>She just had to get a photo of this scene for her own time, later, alone
>"Say... um... say FEEEET!" Pinkie instructed
>"Uhh, Feeeeet!" They said in unison, and genuinely smiled at their friend's weird ways
>Little did they know how weird she was

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