the_great_shitstorm - Pinkie's Feet 2: The Sequel

>Be Anon.
>Kind of a shitty name really, but meh.
>You've got way better things to think about than how high your parents were when they named you.
>Just yesterday you had one of the most intense sexual experiences of your life.
>Pinkie Pie had confided to you one of her deepest fantasies, and in return you made that fantasy come true, plus some extra.
>You massaged, kissed, and licked her feet until she came. You didn't have time to get off, sadly, but the masturbatory fuel was well worth it.
>Besides, she had expressed interest in seeing you the next day.
>It is now that day.
>You're somewhat groggy after having spent the entire night fapping.
>You were never really into feet, but something about Pinkie's sweet taste combined with her bubbly personality turned you on like nothing had before.
>And best of all, she was into you too. A single sensual stroke from your tongue and she'd be writhing with pleasure.
>24 hours ago, you would never have thought of her in that way, now you wanted her in more ways than you could count.
>And if she was telling the truth, tonight it would be her turn to make your fantasies a reality.
>You were in the hall, having a glorious daydream when the two girls pulled you into their bathroom.
"Hey, hey! What's the deal? I can't be in here!"
>"Ah know. So shut yet trap and let us talk."
>You got a better look at the two girls. You knew them. One was a sports star, and one was in a few of your classes.
>"Look," the second one started, "we're both good friends of Pinkie."
>"Don't look nervous, yer not in trouble. Not yet anyways."
>"She told us what happened. And we're not here to gossip, or cause trouble for you."
>"We Pinkie Promised not to tell a soul."
>"EXCEPT... if you hurt her in any way. Then, all bets are off, and we're comin' for you."
>"I dunno what you know, but Pinkie's been hurt pretty bad in the past."
>"We're not your enemies here, Anon. And hey, if this was just a one-time thing with Pinkie, that's fine. We get it."
>"She DOES take things a mite too seriously at times..."
>"But if that's the case, you need to let her know NOW. She's not someone you can just... use like that."
>"If yer gonna commit to Pinkie, we'll support ya all the way. She'd make a wonderful girlfriend for ya. 'Course she can get clingy. And annoying. And-"
>"ANYWAYS, we just thought we'd give you fair warning. I don't care whether it's you, Flash, her dad, or anyone else."
>"You hurt Pinkie, we hurt you."
>"Right. We watch out for each other. Nobody's going to take advantage of any of us again. Got it?"
>Oh shit they're waiting for you.
>Nod.
>Good, they look happy.
>And... you're outside in the hall again. The girls have vanished.
>What was all that about?
>You remember Pinkie telling you Flash had been weirded out by her fetish.
>Was it worse than that? Were there others who had hurt her? What was that about her dad?
>You put these questions on the backburner in an attempt to focus on class.
>Instead you just end up thinking about Pinkie's body some more.
>As a teacher drones on, you see blue eyes, pink hair, and a red mouth opening wide...
>Lunch bell.
>Fuck that scared you.
>No you weren't asleep shut up.
>You make your way to the cafeteria, keeping an eye out for your favourite pink person.
>You think you see her hair by the doors, but if she was there, she's gone now.
>Grab food and sit at your usual spot.
>Looks like another meal alone.
>"Pardon me, is this seat taken?"
>Wat.
>Gorgeous girl sitting across from you.
>Gentleman mode activated.
"It is now," you say with what you hope is a charming smile.
>She smiles back and sits down with her food.
>Wow. You're not a creep, but she really is something.
>The most fabulous hair you've ever seen, a thousand delicate shades of purple framing a pale face.
>And those eyes.
>"I understand my friends Rainbow Dash and Applejack gave you quite a hard time earlier today."
>Ah, so she must be in Pinkie's little social group.
>It's the strangest thing, but the mere thought of Pinkie seems to make the girl's eyes lose a little of their glimmer.
>"I am Rarity. Pleased to meet you."
>You introduce yourself with equal class.
>"Do excuse my intrusion, but I simply had to meet the man Pinkie described in such loving detail."
"What exactly did she say, anyways? And who did she tell?"
>"She told absolutely no one save her closest friends: me, Applejack, Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Twilight. I assure you we are all sworn to secrecy."
>You had hung out a bit with Twilight, and spoken a few words to Fluttershy. Neither were what you'd call friends, but Twilight seemed to like you well enough, and Fluttershy... well she didn't flee at the sight of you. Anymore.
>"As for Pinkie, she spoke very highly of both you and your... attentions. I really don't know more than that."
>You doubt it, but whatever.
>"I just thought I'd stop by to apologize for Rainbow and Applejack. They can be quite brusque at times.
"It's fine. Just looking out for their friend."
>"Quite. I also wanted to say that although my friends were somewhat rough with their words, that does not make them any less true. If you hurt Pinkie, we will not hesitate to beat you, Anon."
>Damn. That was chilling.
>She never lost that sweet smile.
"I get it. And I would never intentionally hurt Pinkie. But if you don't mind my asking, why all the concern? I get that she's your friend and you want to look out for her, but she can make her own decisions."
>Rarity frowns. "I understand you're somewhat... out of the loop, Anon. Which is admirable, I wish I had the willpower to ignore all the gossip. But I think even you know that the boys in this school rarely behave like men. Pinkie's home life is hard. She has a very trusting nature. Add it all up, and she's been hurt many times."
>Shit.
"I'm sorry."
>"Thank you. I have a feeling about you, Anon. You speak directly, honestly. Had you not met Pinkie, you might have made a great match for Applejack."
"No."
>Where did that come from?
"I... It's Pinkie. I can't stop thinking about her. I mean, honestly, I could've hurt her easily. This time yesterday, I wouldn't have even thought about a relationship with her, but now she's..."
>You crack a smile."
"As cheesy as it sounds, she's perfect. To me at least. She's the funniest, nicest, sexiest person I know. And I want to make her happy, even if that means risking the wrath of her best friends."
>Rarity looks like she wants to start squealing.
>"Ahem. Yes, Anon. That's... wonderful. I'm very happy for both of you."
>As she leaves your table, she gives one final thought.
>"Although, it's not her best friends you have to worry about."
>You arrive at Pinkie's.
>Remembering last time, you don't knock before opening the door.
>There she is. She's only wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, yet somehow the effect is better than any lingerie.
>"Hey there," she says. She's seems far more subdued than usual. Her soft blue eyes gaze into yours as she slowly smiles.
>"Come on upstairs." She turns around and head up, and you notice she isn't wearing socks.
"OK... Mistress."
>She stumbles slightly at your teasing. She really got off on your submissiveness last time.
>"I'm really glad you came over again Anon! I'm sorry I couldn't make you feel good last night, that was rude of me."
"Don't worry Pinkie. I had a really great time last night. I made you happy, and that makes me happy."
>She turns to you with her usual grin.
>"I know, right? Making other people smile is like the best thing ever! It's just that usually I'm the one who makes everyone else happy so it's a teensy tiny bit weird for me right now 'cause I'm not used to asking for things like this even though it's actually super fun as long as you don't mind and hey you can ask for things too right I mean I'd love to make you happy-"
"As long as we've got time, I think we can BOTH make each other really happy, Pinkie."
>She squeals.
>"That's super! Because yeah we've got like at least two hours before anyone comes home!"
>You've reached her room. It's pretty much what you expected. Lots of party supplies and board games strewn about, a computer on a desk, and an XBOX in the corner. You didn't consider Pinkie to be a gamer, but it makes sense that someone as social as her would like the chance to play with friends from around the world.
>And there's a bed, of course. Which Pinkie promptly sits on.
"So... is there anything in particular you wanted to do?"
>She blushes. It's a subtle change in colour, but you've gotten good at reading her.
>"Well, I really liked it when you licked and tickled me. And my feet are super sensitive, but you can lick me anywhere. I love getting tickled! Especially by someone I like." She lowers her eyelids a bit, and licks her lips slowly.
"Let's pick up where we left off then."
>You kneel by the bed and look over her feet. She's curling her toes in anticipation of what's to come. You take her left ankle and run your fingers lightly over the sole before digging in and tickling her strongly. Her peals of laughter are music to your ears.
>Your feel her foot with your lips. Every tiny wrinkle is noticed by your more sensitive nerve endings. If her giggles are any indication, she really likes the feeling too.
>It's time to give her what she wants most. Moving up to her toes, you such on each one individually. First hard, then soft, and your tongue swirls around. They taste delicious, not too salty and not too sweet.
>After popping the last toe from your mouth, you flatten your tongue and lick the rest of her foot slowly. She's moaning now, and you feel hands pull you away.
>Pinkie stares at you hungrily. Her open mouth presses against yours, and you feel yourself being overpowered by her soft, wet lips. The kiss is sloppy, and it's not long until you taste her tongue. The hot muscle explores your mouth at will, enthusiastically mixing her saliva with yours.
>You gently rub your tongue against hers, offering no resistance as she dominates your mouth.
>The kiss finally ends, and Pinkie pulls away bashfully. A bit of drool hangs from her lips.
>"Was that OK? I know I'm a bad kisser. I just get sooooo excited and sometimes forget that super wet sloppy kisses are yucky."
>She lets out a nervous giggle.
>"I kinda like them though. And you taste sooooooo good, I couldn't help myself."
>You smile.
"Well I really liked that kiss too."
>Her face brightens.
"I think I want some more."
>Your hands grasp her sides and push her down to the bed.
>Pinkie gasps, and you take a moment to admire her beautiful face before diving into her mouth.
>As you kiss her, you start poking her ribs lightly, tickling her.
>She laughs into the kiss, her body squirming beneath your own.
>You become intimately familiar with every corner of her mouth before releasing the kiss.
>You keep tickling her as you plant kisses over her face, starting with her cute little nose.
>She has her eyes shut, and is giggling madly as your fingers travel up to her armpits and dig in firmly.
>It's driving her wild. Her body thrashes, and you know it's a turn-on from the way her hips keep rubbing against your waist.
>You lose track of time as you continue teasing her. Kissing her cheek, licking her earlobe, nuzzling her neck...
>Finally you slowly stop the tickling as your lips return to hers.
>Her laughter ceases, and the two of you engage in your most passionate kiss yet.
>You're keenly aware of her tongue's every movement as you savour the taste of her mouth.
>You both abandon all pretense of a structured kiss and let instinct take over. Tongues run amok, lips claim all the skin they can find.
>Somehow it ends, and then you're licking her neck as your hands sneak in under her shirt.
>"Anon, I- I need to tell you..."
>You murmur some reply. The sides of her stomach are in your grip now, and you massage the hot flesh as you work your way higher.
>"I'm sorry, I wanted to... shave for you. But I couldn't, if my parents found out I'd be trouble. I know it's gross but I can make it up to you. Pinkie Promise. Just please don't..."
>You pull away and look into her eyes. She's tense, biting her lips. She's waiting for you to react.
>She looks scared. Even now she's scared that you'll change your mind. That you'll find her repulsive in some way.
>You remember the look in Rarity's eyes as she asked you not to hurt her friend. You knew Pinkie had bad luck with boys, but now it hits you full force.
>This couldn't be the first time she's been in this situation. Only then it was with some asshole who bullied her. Made her feel guilty and ashamed for having a fetish, for not being thin enough, for kissing too sloppily, for not shaving.
>Every step of the way she's been surprised at you. Surprised that you haven't left because of her supposed faults.
>How can you tell her how much you're attracted to her? How can you let her know that you're in love with all of her little quirks?
>You kiss her softly and move your hands higher. Sure enough, you feel smooth hair underneath her arms.
>You start to stroke it gently as you kiss her. You're obsessed with this girl, every bit of her. You bring your lips to her ear, feeling her poofy hair tickle you gently.
"You are so beautiful. There's nothing that will make me stop finding you sexy. From your delicious toes to your supple lips, I adore every inch of you."
>You think you hear a sob. Her arms wrap around you tightly. The two of you hold each other for a moment.
>Then, with a smile and a light kiss, you begin to undress her.