Applejack and Rarity Realize Anon's Foot Fetish

>You are Anonymous, but call yourself just Anon. It's easier, m'kay?
>You just got out of bed, not entirely sure what you're going to do today.
>Eating breakfast, you figure that perhaps Applejack would be free today? It is Saturday, after all, but then again, she probably works everyday.
"Might as well give it shot"
>You finish up eating, put away your dishes, and head out.
>Yes, you did remember to put on your clothes, don't worry.
>Heading down towards Sweet Apple Acres, you start thinking about Applejack, that beautiful thing of a cowgirl.
>Just imaging her eyes, her lip movements when she talks, her body, and down lower to her feet.
>You've seen her barefoot inside her house occasionally whenever you two hang around inside, or relaxing outside.
>People would think that since she's always kicking those apple trees everyday, they'd be all callused and stiff.
>Ha, nope. These beauties were as soft as memory foam. Applejack's toenails were painted apple-red.
>You've even massaged her feet before, so the statements above were true.
>Fortunately, she never got a single hint of you having a foot fetish when you were rubbing her feet. She was just so soar, she was overjoyed when you offered.....
>...... hey, um, Anon? You should probably watch where you're go-- 'BMMF!'
>Nice, you ran into one of the apple trees.
>You plop to the ground.
"Gah, sonofabitch!"
>During your curse-fest, you hear a familiar cackling voice nearby.
>You sit up, rubbing your head, and see where the laughing was coming from.
>Your heart skips a beat. Make that two. You should probably get that checked out.
>It was Applejack.
>Good job Anon, she saw you walk mindlessly into a tree. How does that feel?
>The cowgirl chuckles on as she walks up to you.
"Heh, Ah take that ya really like mah trees?"
Applejack reaches out her hand to me.
>Play it cool, bro.
>You grab her hand and she helps you up.
"Yeah, just can't enough of 'em."
"So what yeh here, Sugarcube?"
"Well, I don't have anything to do today, so I was wondering if you were free today?"
"Eeyup! Ah don't work Saturdays or Sundays."
>Well, you got that confirmed.
"Great!"
>You two head on inside where you usually hang out.
>You two sit down on the couch in the living room and turn on the TV.
>Your favorite show was on, and you get into it pretty fast.
>Just a teeny while, you catch a mild odor.
>You glance around, and notice that Applejack had removed her boots to get more comfortable.
>Don't stare, don't stare, don't stare.... DAMMIT I SAID DON'T STARE!
>During you're foolish staring, you see the same, but glorious toes of the cowgirl, with the same apple-red toenails.
"Hey Anon? Ya there?"
>Oh shit.
"Wha- er- huh?"
"You were kinda staring down at mah feet, Sugarcube?"
"I was?"
>Better think fast, dumbass.
"Oh, well, just staring into space, y'know how people end up like that, right?
>Applejack raises an eyebrow and forms a smug smile.
"If ya say so..."
>She turns her head back to the TV.
>You do the same.
>A little while later, you feel her foot rubbing up against your shin.
>Oh boner, not now....
"I think we could go get somethin' from Sugarcube Corner"
>Jacky's voice was just a teeny bit sultry there....
>Uh oh...
"Um, s-sure, we could do that."
>You two arrive at Sugarcube Corner and-- wait, was there supposed to be some content about the walk there? *Checks script* Oh... no. I feel like there should be. Ah fuck, whatever.
>Anyways, you two arrive, enter the place, order, blah blah blah, Pinkie Pie doing impossible shit, blah blah blah, and sit down to eat.
>Your cupcake tasted pretty good.
>You and Applejack also order shakes along with your food.
>The cowgirl was a little too hasty while picking up her shake, because when she lifted it up, it slipped out and got all over your shirt.
>The shirt was new too. Man, you just can't get a break, can you?
>Applejack curses under her breath.
"Con sarnit! Well, I guess we'll have to go to Rarity's to get that cleaned."
>So off to Rarity's you and AJ went.
>You both enter the Carousel Boutique, the bell ringing as the door opens and closes.
>Rarity enters the scene.
"Welcome to the Carousel Botique, where everything is-- Oh! Good morning Anonymous and Applejack! What brings you--"
>She spots the shake stain on your shirt.
"GASP! Good heavens! Let me fix that for you right away, darling."
>You always liked it when she called you "darling" or something similar.
>As Rarity walks into the other room, you notice that she's wearing rather fashionable flip flops.
>You can see the bottoms of her extremely smooth-looking feet each time her feet lift up.
>A major "unf" right there.
>You and Applejack follow Rarity into the other room.
>Without warning, Rarity rips off your shirt.
>Surprisingly, the shirt didn't get ripped.
>Jacky gives your shirtless upper body a look and blushes as red as a ripe apple.
>I have to admit, your body's pretty sexy, Anon. *Whistle*
>Less than five minutes later, the fashionista returns with the shirt literally sparkly clean.
>You put on the shirt.
"Thanks Rarity, I appreciate it."
"Not a problem, my dear! Is there anything else I can do for you two?"
>Applejack speaks up.
"We were wondering if you were free today, Rars?"
>We were?
"Oh, certainly! It is the weekend, after all."
>Go figure
"That's great! Now ya mind if I just talk to you for a bit Rarity?"
>You watch the two... oh so fucking beautiful girls walk into the other room.
>You can hear whispers, but you can't make out what they're saying.
>What's going on?
>Jacky and Rars come back out.
>Rarity goes to the entrance door, changes the open sign to closed, and locks the door with a key, and then walks to the kitchen and throws the key under the refrigerator.
>The two girls both have sly smiles on their faces.
>You've never sweated so much.
"W-what's going on?"
>Rarity smoothly and..... lustfully approaches you.
"My darling, Applejack and I want to spend some special quality time with you."
>Spend some special quality time with you
>Some special quality time with
>Special quality
>Special
>Oh my...
>Applejack then approaches and wraps her arm around you.
>Her foot starts rubbing on your leg again.
>Good job, dumbfuck. It's downright obvious that they know about your foot fetish now.
>I don't know, maybe you can deny it some more if they mention it? Try it out, I guess.
"W-what are you two doing?"
"Ah think it's time you stopped hidin' that little secret of yours, Sugarcube."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about?"
>Jacky's voice became more sultry.
"Yeh shouldn't lie to your friends, y'know."
>Rarity comes closer to you and strokes the bottom of your chin with one finger.
"Anon, dear, why don't you just admit it? It'll feel much better when you let it out."
>You sigh in defeat as you blush like you never blushed before.
"Alright, you got me. I have a foot fetish."
>I'm disappointed in you, Anon.
>Rarity forms an arousing smile.
"That's a good boy, Anon. Now, time for your reward!"
>The girls drag you into Rarity's bedroom.
>They take your clothes off for you, even though you could have done that yourself.
>And your heart almost stops when you see them undress themselves.
>Next thing you know, Applejack pushes you to the bed.
>Your head is on the pillows side and Applejack and Rarity are at the other side.
>Let's get to the point. I've been having fucking writers block for weeks now. Nothing else I can think of before getting to the juicy part.
>Applejack is the first one to stick her foot onto your face.
>The stench was so amazing you were erect before you even smelled it. Jeez dude....
>You inhale deeply as you drag your tongue from here to heal to the fleshy pad beneath Jacky's toes.
>Applejack was enjoying this as well. You could hear her moans of pleasure that sneaked in between those little cute giggles.
>While you too were at it, Rarity was rubbing your torso, from chest to belly and belly to chest... I think you know what I mean.
>You began sucking on Applejack's delicious toes, one at a time.
>You did the same procedure on her other foot.
"Woowee! That was amazing anon. Yer pretty good at this, heh, heh..."
>Rarity and Applejack shift around so Rarity can do her share of treatment to you.
"Anon, sweetie, perhaps you could give me a little massage while you're at this?"
>You nod and take in Rarity's big toe while kneading her sole.
>Oh sweet baby Celestia, those feet are unbelievably soft!
>Does she make them like this for foot fetish reasons?.... meh, who cares?
>Just like Applejack before her, Rarity has her moments of pleasured moans.
>Just then, you feel a hand wrapping around your member.
>Applejack decided to start "the process".
>Her hand begins to slowly rub up and down your hard manhood, and gradually gets faster each second.
>Now you're moaning while you got feet in your face.