Derpy Foot Story

It was just another lazy day at home. You were sitting home alone with naught to do, and your thoughts went wild in your minds idleness, many of those thoughts giving you a particular itch that needs scratching. Alas, you weren't the most social butterfly in the swarm, and so you often had to resort to being sneaky to sate your lust. Oh, if only there was as someone as inept as you to be a kindred spirit with. But you have not found them yet, so you’re sitting in your swivel chair looking on the internet for movies and books to order in that might help pass the passage of time, whether they be cheap laughs or on the odd occasion, something lewd.
Today you saw the former, and ordered it in before retiring to bed for the night. Like most days, you woke up with your pants soaked through, an erotic dream perchance. You scold yourself for not remembering it, but then get get dressed and go about your daily routines all the same.

It was about a mere hour after breakfast that you heard the cheerful tune sung by the local mail"mare". Your package didn't have far to come, but you were still surprised by the overnight delivery.  You went outside to watch her merrily skip down the pathway singing all the while. She was quite the cute girl, a bit clumsy and nutty by the looks of it, but her bubbly personality couldn't help but make you smile every time she delivered something.
As she got closer however, you noticed her shoe laces were untied. You were about to call out and tell her to watch her step but it was too late. She tripped and fell in an awfully comical manner, her shoes flying off and all. You rushed on over to help her up, taking her by the arm.

“Are you okay?!’ you question worriedly. “Ooooh” moans the mailgirl, clearly a bit dazed. “I’m okay! Clumsy ol’ me forgot to tie up my shoelaces... again!”. “Clearly” you responded with a smirk, “they flew a good mile away”. She giggled at the sight of it before you offered up your proposal. “Hey, from what I believe my house is the last one on your route, go and sit inside and get your marbles back, I’ll go grab your shoes”

She smiled ever so sweetly and began skipping once again in her plain white socks, disregarding the last event, toward your house. Once you made sure she was inside and out of sight, you picked up her shoes and slid your nose into it, breathing in the scent of a hard days delivering. You had a brief moment of heaven as the heavy scent filled in your nostrils, but you snapped yourself out of your daydreamy fit of aroma-driven lust to head on in before it became too suspicious. You had some ideas in mind anyway...

As you entered you noticed she was already quite comfortable on the sofa, sprawled out looking quite exhausted. Her personality must make her fairly free of awkwardness in situations, you mused, as you went to take a seat next to her. As you sat down, you decided to suck up any alpha male inclinations you had to ask her a particular question. “Hey uhh, those socks look fairly dirty. I could give them a quick wash before you head on your way if you like”

Before you could even consider your next step she piped up. “Oh really? That would be so kind of you! The names Derpy by the way!” she exclaimed as she propped her feet up on your lap. You think any other girl in this situation would have run out the door already, but the aptly named Derpy did not.  Keeping level headed, you begin tugging the slightly stained sock off her foot, slowly enough for you to enjoy it, but fast enough to avoid suspicion. By the time the heels were uncovered you could already tell you were in for a treat.

Wasting no more time you tugged the two socks off in quick succession to admire your prize, and boy you were taken aback. On your lap laid the two most adorable, pristine feet you have ever laid eyes on. Perfect toes, a beautiful arch, and silky smooth skin, all while being big enough to appreciate. Seeing them gave you motivation to speak up again. “Actually you know what, you seem awful tired, walking around on your feet all day, how about I give you a massage? Just lay back and relax for a bit.” You thought your delivery was perfect.
“Um sure! No ones ever offered me that before, I’d love one!” Said Derpy, almost seeming pleased with the offer. This was almost too easy.

You take her right foot in your hand and begin massaging the instep, rolling around your thumbs over the skin that feels too soft to be real. You watch as her succulent toes wriggle and splay as you hit a tender spot, keeping your ears perked for the soft moans that escape her lips. You don’t really care that your pitching a tent with your pants right now, you’re too consumed by the moment. Her pretty little feet... they must be yours... you get bold. Too bold. In the heated lust of the moment you bury your nose between her big toe and the one next to it and take a deep sniff, smelling her aroma at its most pure, before deeming them worthy to be suckled on. You feel your lips press down on those toes before your tongue wraps around them, slurping as hard as the muscle allows it.

It feels like its gone on for an eternity, after a few seconds of being lost in the ecstasy of the moment, you snap out of your daze and wonder why she hasn't freaked out and ran for the open door. You stop sucking, but leave them in your mouth anyway, as you turn to face Derpy on the other side of the sofa, accepting your likely inevitable fate.
But that fate did not come. She was laying back, practically sprawled over the cushions in a fit of passion, with her hand down her pants, rapidly rubbing away at her own nether regions. This began to feel like some sort of surreal wet dream you had forgotten in the night. Her motions lost their pace as she felt you weren't suckling away hard enough now.

Your eyes locked with her yellow ones for all but the briefest of moments. A moment just long enough for a connection to form, to stop the many hurried lines of apologies spewing forth from both your mouths. Some sort of subconscious understanding that the two of you had been without attention for many years, whether it be her kooky personality or your shy reluctance to be social, you were nonetheless the key that fit her lusty lock. Fetish wise, you just clicked. Despite the astronomical odds of such coincidences, the aforementioned locking eyes gave motivation enough for you to take both her feet and start slobbering all over them, coating them in a thick coat of saliva. The mere moment after you had begun again, she had quickly yanked her pants off and began schlicking again.

You followed suit, and gave your throbbing member the freedom it needed from the tight confines of your pants. There was no holding back here, both of you were equally deep in this sexual abyss. You began rubbing your aching member over her spit-soaked feet in a frenzy, trying to catch up her coming orgasm. It didn’t take long at all. Before you could even process the oncoming flood of pleasure, you spurted sticky strands of semen all over her soles just as you heard her cry out from her orgasm, a state of arousal you imagine was brought on by the titillation of the nerves in her feet. You laid back panting, as did she, not bothering to move her feet from the position they were in, right next to your messy manhood. The only issue now was, who would break the ice once the afterglow was said and done?

Surprisingly enough, you were. But that was because you had an idea in mind. If your interests were so aligned thus far, would it be a stretch to assume they weren’t connected further? So you decided to bring up something very specific. The largest item Derpy had delivered to your house. One you almost thought you’d never get to use...
“Hey Derpy?” you said in a quiet tone of voice, only getting a slurred “uhh huh” as a response. “Do you enjoy laughing?”. You cringed at the vagueness of your query. Derpy shifted into a more appropriate position on the sofa to speak up. “I... guess! I mean, most people do, right?” Derpy answered with an obvious hint of uncertaintity about the question. You planned your next words carefully. “Well its obvious you enjoyed the affection on your feet” you saw her blush at this remark “so what if we combined the two things?”. You were playing on the assumption Derpy was as naive and easygoing as she looked. But you already had quite a bit of fun, so at this rate, you got nothing more to lose, either way she’s soon out the door and out of your grasp.

“Well that sounds kinda fun!” She piped up, as she stood up off the cushions, still not wearing any undergarments despite even you had yanked up your pants. You still found her quite an interesting case to say the least, but if she was into the same kind of fun, you’d probably do it with something even crazier than this. You lead her down to your basement, which for most girls would be the sign to get the absolute fuck out. But Derpy had an itch to scratch same as you, so she soldiered on in the hope of a good time, plus, in her mind, you were already quite a gracious host.

Upon flicking on a lightswitch, you gave reveal to an elaborate bondage set, almost indescribably specific and perfect in its cause. One could think of a bed, meant to be laid on stomach down, with all the proper padding and comforts, as well as two wristlocks on the sides. But that was just the start. What mattered most where the vertical medieval stocks on the other end, positioned so the “victims” legs would stick up and fit through the two holes. You had satisfied yourself just thinking of putting someone in this contraption, and now the time is here, you can hardly contain your excitement. Even Derpy seemed keen on it, letting out an audible “Ooo” when the magicians secrets were revealed and the light cast her doubts away.

“So THATS what that delivery was... I’m glad it didn’t get damaged when it fell out of the truck that time... almost squashed some poor girl” Derpy mused, on her own little wavelength. Naturally, you had come to the conclusion she was fine with going along with this, so you told her to take off her shirt and go lay down and get comfy, and with a skip hop and a jump, she did exactly that. You had begun to wonder if she actually knew what was coming, or if she just thought you’d lick at her feet again while telling jokes as she laying down all nice and comfy so she could laugh along in luxury.

You quickly shook the thoughts of taking advantage of the mentally deficient as you walked over to the back of her, where her precious peds lay in waiting. After closing the stocks tight and getting her wrists locked in to not a single objection, you thought all was a-go. But you realized you had forgotten a step! Scolding yourself you found your little pack of string and began the process of tying her toes back to little eye holes in the stocks, so she can’t scrunch her soles up or otherwise move them out of the way. You wanted maximum mileage out of this after all. Derpy finally spoke up again, only realizing the end result of your labors. “I can’t move my toes anymore, why’s that?” she questioned as you saw her cute feet wriggle in place as little as they could, almost begging for the treatment to come. “Yooooou’ll seeeeee” you sung. You pulled a chair over and sat down, tugging off your pants once again and then throwing them across the room. This was it!

You laid your hands flat on your silky feet and slid them down, making Derpy give out a little sigh of relief that her feet were being seen to again. They've been aching for love for a long time. After making sure they were nice and warm, you opted to begin raking the tips of your fingers down instead, which caused an immediate effect as her back arched slightly and her toes wriggled the tiny bit they were allowed while she let out her very first giggles of the session, which were beautiful music to your ears.

You kept dancing your fingers over her taut arches, watching her feet blush from the stimulation they were receiving. Derpy’s laughter begun to pick up quite dramatically after a few minutes of finger tickling, but escalated into high pitched yelps whenever you opted to start squirming your fingers between her splayed toes and scratching at the soft flesh between, you couldn't help but overhear a few moans between the more intense tickling.
Despite Derpy was already borderline hysterical, you felt this wasn't enough, her feet were begging for something more than such simple tickles. Opening another one of your mystical draws you took out a small bottle of lotion to smooth her feet up, which you applied in quite ludicrous amounts. As you rubbed the golden oil into her feet, drawing out a few relieved sighs as you calmed her tingling nerves, you wondered what other items you could use on poor little Derpy. When her feet looked slicker than polished metal you gave her toes a quick teasing scratch before you went exploring around your house for items that could be used in an evil way.

Three minutes later you returned to your basement with a tray containing forks, hairbrushes and a toothbrush, and a handful of pens. You were going to be busy for quite some time... You also gave Derpy a quick drink of water before you proceeded, you are in this for the tickling after all, not depraved suffering.

You started with the hairbrushes, which slid well on her slick feet. As they scraped along her arches Derpy’s strained laughter picked up with the pace of your brushing, and her futile struggles picked up. It was fairly obvious she couldn't take it, though she never shouted no or stop. You had an epiphany as to why, so you stopped briefly to slide a hand under her cooch, and just as you suspected, it was dripping wet. You had a giggle to yourself as you sat back over near her feet and resumed the brushing for another forty or so minutes. You could tell she was getting tired by the end of it, and even her laughter and struggling began to fade.

But that was averted for a few minutes when you started scritching between her toes with your toothbrush. Like anyone, you only had the one, so you just thought you’d buy a new one. Although in your current state of frenzied lust you thought it’d almost be kinky to brush your teeth with an object that was tickling between a girls toes, though you dismissed the thought for the time being. Derpy’s laughter and struggles had picked up pace again with the slew of new feelings rushing between each of her toes. You decided each between space would get ten minutes of dedicated brushing, adding up to about two hours of tickling for poor Derpy. Most of the oil had come off her feet already, and her soles which had become even redder since the start, were actually becoming sweaty instead. It seemed like she’d adjust within the minutes spent between a particular toe space, but whenever you started on the next one, it ignited her struggles again. By about the third space in, you heard her cry out in a moan. You knew exactly what had just happened, so you kept on tickling her through it, letting pleasure meld with the titillation, as you watched her back arch through the waves of the orgasm.

After you had finished with her toes, you gave each of her piggies a quick smooch and kneeled down in front of her. She titled up her head, revealing her tear streaked cheeks and puffy, but still beautiful sparkling yellow eyes. You ran your hand through her hair and gave her a kiss on the lips, asking if she was okay, letting her finish her glass of water. She gave you a nod and a tired giggle as you rested your forehead against hers for a brief moment. Who’d have known. In these few short hours she went from a quick easy way to get off to someone you adore, you wonder if its her ability to soldier on through this much torture, or just the fact she enjoys it so, or maybe its because she understands.

You imagine its all of the above, and as much as your both getting mileage out of this, you can clearly see your newfound love is quickly wearing out, so you aspired to give her one last hour of fun. As you sat up next to the feet you have quickly gotten to know so well, you grabbed one of the pens and began drawing smiley faces on her toes. The tickling wasn't as intense as it was last round, but the novelty of the sensation still made her giggle. You ended by drawing two love hearts right in the middle of her soles. She had clearly felt what you had drawn, looking back at you to give you a quick smile which melted your heart. Now for the final round...

You took a fork in each hand. You told her this was gonna be rough, to which she nodded and wiggled around a bit, looking for a comfortable niche. You started raking the forks from the heels up, feeling them dip down into the valley of her high arch. You watched as her smiling toes tried to scrunch at the feeling, but getting no leeway. You picked up, pressing down the tines of the forks a bit more firmly, and stepping up the speed of the “ploughing”. It wasn't just laughter now, she was almost screaming.

You looked for the most sensitive groove, and when you found it, you kept scraping along those tracks, right down the middle of the inky love hearts, which were starting to get smudgy with the fresh sweat. Just as you noticed the forks leaving little red tracks in their wake, you saw her cum again, convulsing. You were halfway through the allotted hour, but in another twenty minutes, with ten left on the clock, you heard a dripping sound. The poor girl had wet herself. You were going to get her out, but with only ten minutes left, you just thought to hell with it and went along scratching away at her sanity. She had stopped struggling, even her feet themselves barely cringed at each tickling stroke, the laughter now just breaths of air from her mouth.

And then you were done, so you decided to finish yourself off quickly to end this, and you did exactly that by rubbing your now achingly hard penis over her left foot, which was quite easy with the amount of sweat involved. To keep her other foot occupied, you idly scratched away at the sole, which didn’t even seen to have an obvious affect now, though you were pretty sure she felt it, she was too ticklish not too. It didn’t take long for you to cum, and you did so in buckets which streamed out of her tired foot. You looked at your work like it was a painting. Two feet blushing red, with the remnants of lotion, sweat, a tiny bit of saliva from earlier, and cum. You almost felt like they were your property now.

Getting her untied was a laborous process, what with the individual toe ties, but once you did, you carried her almost limp body up to the bathroom and ran a soapy bubble bath for her. She had put up with so much, you only felt right to treat her. Not a moment after sinking in to the warm water she gave a lazy motion for you to slide in too. You even had the bath lit by candlelight. You wondered when you had bought candles to begin with, so you went with the explanation that they came with the house.

Not much talking was done in the bath, but Derpy did move over and lay against you, closing her eyes for a few moments. You were the happiest you’d ever felt, as you tightened your hug on her wet body, rubbing your hand against her back. You chose to lay there in peace until the candles burnt down to the wick, and when the room was almost dark as the night save for the softest of ember-glows you gave her a kiss, took her out of the bath, helped her dry up and picked her up again and took her to your room, after you had grabbed her shoes and socks, leaving them next to the door. You couldn't help but look at them briefly and smile, thinking how simply it began today, and how these two everyday objects which were a given to human lifestyle were disregarded to the maximum extent for you both to achieve sexual nirvana. Maybe you were just thinking about this all too much...

You didn't bother dressing her again, it seemed kind of redundant. Instead you gently placed her on the bed and and tucked her in nice and tight before you took your place behind her and draped an arm over her. The amazing thing was, all of this was done wordlessly, the idea that words need not be spoken rung true all the way to the end of the day. You had obviously found the Yin to your Yang, so on so forth, but the proverbs and meta nature of your relationship began to slip away into the recesses of your mind as she nestled beside you for warmth and comfort, letting you know to hug her tighter. Your eyes became heavy and thoughts became slow. You let your mind be consumed by the night, save for one last thought.

“Her eyes looked to be a bit off after all that tickling... maybe it was just my imagination.”
The End.