the_great_shitstorm - Pinkie's Feet

>be Anon because fuck originality.
>be average lonely highschool male.
>not that you're a total outcast.
>but most of your close childhood friends have long since moved away or stopped hanging out with you for whatever reason.
>now you pretty much just do your own thing.
>chat with people you pass in the hall, go to a party every so often.
>nobody really likes you, but it could be worse, you could be one of Flash's regular punching bags.

>"Hiya Anon!"

>Welp. It's *that* time again.

"Hiya Pinkie."

>Every so often Pinkie Pie sits at your isolated table for lunch.
>Probably her way of making sure the two of you are still friends.
>Some people found her annoying, but you kind of liked her antics.

>"So whatcha thinkin' 'bout, Anon?"

"Nothing."

>"Come ooooooooonnnnn, I know you were thinking about something!"

>She leaned over the table towards you, an impossibly wide smile etched onto her face.
>No way out of this.

"Uh... Flash Sentry."

>You swear you hear the noise of a deflating balloon as Pinkie loses her smile and slumps back into her chair.

>"That meanie? What are you thinking about him for?"

"Just how most of the girls seem to think he's some kind of Sex God.

>"Pfft! As if!"

"Really? And how would you know?"

>Pinkie opens her mouth to respond, before her eyes widen and she closes it with a small 'eep!'

"Unbelievable. You and him?"

>"NO! No, not really."

"What's that mean?"

>Her pink cheeks get even pinker.

>"Weeeeeeeeeellllll..... I wanted to do that with him but it's not like that because this was before he hooked up with that Sunset meanie and I thought he was really nice and cute so I asked him to help me with my pizza inside a pizza project..."

>You ignore her for about 3 minutes while you finish your food.

>"...and then I was like really dizzy so he gave me a ride home and we started making out and then he wanted THAT and I was like NO but also kinda wanting to say YES maybe a little if that makes sense and then I started talking really fast which is unusual for me and I kind of told him my secret and then he got turned off of the whole thing. So yeah."

>Secret? What secret?
>How could you find out her secret?

"Secret? What secret?"

>Well that was one way.
>Pinkie's face grew even pinker than before.
>You swear even her hair was changing colour.

>"Uhhhhhh....... well let's just say I like a very specific thing during THAT. And it's... a bit of a problem really."

>Aw. She looked sad now.

>"I've never been with a guy that's willing to do it for me."

"You're just not meeting the right guys then. Trust me, no matter how weird your fetish is, there's someone out there who's into it."

>Your spectacularly shameful internet history will attest to that.

>"Really?"

>Aw. She's happy again.

"Totally. Look, Pinkie Promise not to repeat what I'm going to say next?

>She does some weird charades bullshit, then turns back to you with wide eyes, sealed lips, and an enthusiastic nod.
>Nobody's within earshot, but you look around just in case.

"Alright. I know a bunch of websites that provide helpful communities for people with... these kind of problems. Tell me what you're into, and I can either give you some good places, or find what you're looking for within a few days. No trouble."

>Pinkie seizes up with tension. Her head swivels 90 degrees to her left, the right, then does a 180 to scan behind her.
>Wait, what?

>She leans in so that she's practically kissing your ear.

>"I like it... when, uh..." she whispers.

"It's OK, Pinkie. Absolutely no judgement from me."

>Which is true. The most wonderful, enlightening conversation you've ever had with another human being was with a furry who liked to drink his own urine.

>"I'VE ALWAYS ALWAYS WANTED A GUY TO RUB AND TICKLE MY FEET ALL OVER!!!" she stage-whispers before shooting back to her own seat with both hands clamped firmly over her mouth.

>Well, that was anticlimatic.
>You were hoping for an embarassing bathroom kink at the VERY least!

"Pinkie, that's not so weird. Plenty of guys would love to do that."

>"Really?"

"Yup."

>Not your main fetish, but you've fapped to a couple foot worship vids in your time.

>"Like you?"

"Sure."

>"Today?"

"Sure. Wait, what?"

>Pinkie was smiling, but it wasn't her normal "HI I'M ON CRACK" smile. It was softer, more... hopeful?

>"Anon, would you be willing to go somewhere private and... um, do that? Like, after school?"

>Wow. Think carefully about this, Anon, this is a big-

"Sure."

>Or just go for it.

>Pinkie breathed a huge sigh of relief.

>"OHMIGOSH, THAT'S AWESOME! Come over to my house at 8 here's the address gotta go byeeeeeeeee!!!!"

>She's gone.
>A scrap of paper with her address and a small pile of confetti are all the proof you have that this was not an incredible dream.

>School passes as normal.
>Except that you can't stop thinking about Pinkie's body, of course.
>The more you think about her, the hotter she gets.
>She's a little chubby, but it suits her.
>Her breasts are both huge and firm.
>She always smells nice. Like she just finished baking a batch of cookies.
>Her lips are nice and full.
>You desperately try to remember if you've ever seen her wearing sandals, but nothing comes to mind.
>You generally prefer T&A to feet.
>Of course, Pinkie was very well-equipped there.
>What exactly did she want you to do?
>She might just want you to give her a footrub.
>But if it's clearly a turn-on for her, and since she did invite you to her house...
>Holy shieet.
>She seemed to have a total lack of knowledge about foot fetish culture too.
>How far would she want to go? How far were YOU willing to go?

>Somehow, you find yourself knocking on Pinkie's door.
>Her house is more... reserved than you would've expected. Looks like any other house.
>A muffled "Open!" leads you to come inside.
>Hopefully that won't be the only time you 'come inside' tonight ifyouknowwhatimeanlol.
>After a brief moment looking around, you spot Pinkie on a couch in her living room.
>She's wearing a loose spaghetti-strap top with sweatpants.
>No shoes.
>Her feet are slightly larger than you would've expected, with cute, round, curly, plump toes.
>No nail polish.
>Smooth, with few wrinkles.
>You quickly look over the rest of her, and like what you see.
>Slight shimmer of sweat on her shoulders and neck.
>Flushed face.
>Bedroom eyes.
>She's nervous, but she wants this.
>You walk over to her.

>"Anon, let me say how much I appreciate-"
>You get down on your knees in front of you, staring at her feet.
>"I mean, I'd be perfectly happy to do a favour for you in return-"
>You pick up her right foot, heel resting on your fingers, and enjoy the uniquely sweet smell.
>"...I understand if you change your mind, I know it's really gross, please don't feel you have to-"
>You shut her up by planting a kiss right in the middle of her sole.
>She practically screams.
>"OHMIGOD ANON YES PLEASE"
>Your fingertips dig into the soft flesh, gently rubbing circles.
>"MMM... that feels so good..."
"Oh, Pinkie. We're just getting started."
>Feeling alpha as fuck, you run the tip of your tongue from her heel to the base of her toes.
>Pinkie starts thrashing from side to side as soon as you do so.
>"Oh... that's, fuck! Your tongue! You're, you're licking my..."
>You smile devilishly and wet your tongue before giving another, slower lick.
>She makes a strange noise, somewhere between a moan and a giggle.
>"YES... OH YES THAT'S SO... that's... dirty, oh so dirty, I love it!"
>Her foot is twitching, trying to escape out of reflex, but you hold it down strongly.
>Time to give attention to those delicious toes.

>The big one goes straight into your mouth, and you suck on it gently while swirling your tongue around.
>The taste is incredible.
>Pinkie must sweat sugar.
>You cast your eyes upwards, to see Pinkie has both hands under her pants.
>She stares at you with wide eyes and an open mouth, silently begging for more.
>So you do the only logical thing: pepper the rest of her toes with light kisses and soft licks.
>You hear gasps of air and a soft wet rhythmic sound.
>Working up more saliva, you briefly suck on each toe before giving a long, loving lick to her sole.
>"Anon, please more, please please please, this is the best feeling any guy's ever given me..."

>You work over every inch of her foot with her tongue.
>You nibble her toes, earning sweet giggles from Pinkie.
>You run your tongue underneath and in between her toes, getting a throatier laugh.
>The girl attached to the foot in your hands and mouth is practically drooling.
>A large stain has appeared in her crotch.
>She's sweating more than ever, which suits you fine. More of her wonderfully sweet taste.
>You've noticed she's gotten more active, occasionally shoving her foot into your mouth when you take too long with the teasing.
>Without warning you attack her other foot, tongue first.
>She screams with renewed laughter as you tickle her with a thousand tiny kisses.
>Getting a wicked idea, you pull her feet together, and tickle them both.
>Her frantic twitching tells you it was a great idea.
>Holding her spastic feet between your knees, you slowly lick her at random while keeping up your intense tickling.
>The sensations of fast and light with slow and wet combined cause her to start humping her hands while letting off rhythmic moans.
>"Uh... uh... don't... uh... stop...
"Of course not, mistress."
>You're not sure why you said that, but what the hell.
>"OOOOOOOOHHH, say that again!"
>You've got more where that came from.
"Would Mistress like it if I kept worshipping her glorious, beautiful feet?"
>That does it.

>Pinkie lets off her loudest scream of the evening.
>Her hips start jerking wildly as she fingers herself over her peak.
>Slowly, she slides off the couch to where you sit.
>Her face is contorted, eyes crossed, mouth twisted in a strang grimace/smile, tongue limply hanging out, and a bit of drool to complete the picture.
>Her large chest is heaving, and her entire body is drenched with sweat.
>After a moment to catch her breath, she withdraws a set of dripping fingers from under her clothes.
>Immediately, you catch her wrists and start cleaning her.
>Her eyes widen even more as she watches you lick her fingers and hands clean.
>The taste of her cum is almost unbearably strong.
>Almost.
>Instead it tastes simply wonderful to you.
>After you've swallowed the last, you allow your eyes to roam freely, drinking in every last detail of this sexy girl you've brought to orgasm.
>The way her curly hair damply lays on her shoulders.
>How one of her straps fell off, exposing half of her frilly pink bra.
>Her cleavage, soaked with sweat, inches from your face.
>That tight waist underneath a slight bump of a belly.
>Her wider hips, leading to toned legs and feet that you've barely begun to fully appreciate.
>And her wonderous expression as she examines her now clean hands.
>She looks at you, and a second later bowls you over in a tight hug.
>You feel intense heat as her lips capture yours, and a hot, wet tongue bursts into your mouth.
>Her hair falls around you, preventing you from seeing anything other than a dark pink blur.
>Her chest is pressed against yours.

>And as suddenly as it begins, it's over.
>She gets up off the floor, looking guilty.
>"I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry, but my parents will be home soon. I can't- They don't like me having boys over. You have to go, I'm so so sorry."
>You get up off the floor slowly.
>"I'll make it up to you, I promise! Just not tonight. I didn't think we'd go this long. I thought you want to leave, that you'd find me... too fat. Or gross. Or weird, or something."
>"Do... do you think that?"
>Fuck. That quivering lip, those huge blue eyes.
>You caress the side of her face, then kiss her gently.
"Don't worry, Pinkie. Some other time?"
>She grins, and hugs you again.
>"OH PLEASE OH PLEASE THAT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN I REALLY LOVED IT WHEN YOU CALLED ME MISTRESS IT WAS LIKE I WAS THE BOSS OF YOU NOT IN A NASTY BOSSYPANTS WAY BUT IN A NICE THIS GUY REALLY LIKES ME WAY AND YOU DIDN'T THINK I WAS TOO FAT OR WEIRD OR TOO HYPER AND YOU LICKED ME SO SO SO MUCH WHICH I DIDN'T EXPECT SINCE HEY WHO WANTS TO PUT THEIR MOUTH THERE EVEN THOUGH APPARENTLY IT FEELS REALLY REALLY REALLY GOOD LIKE THAT WAS THE BEST TIME I EVER CAME EVER AND NOW THERE'S SO MUCH MORE I WANT TO DO WITH YOU BUT I CAN'T RIGHT NOW AND YOU HAVE TO GO QUICKLY!"
>A pink blur, then you're outside, and she's saying goodbye.
>One last look at those beautiful blue eyes.
>And she's gone.
>You walk home.
>After that, you don't think you'll need fapping material ever again.
>FIN

>BEEP
>Your phone?
>Pinkie's texted you!
>She says she's free tomorrow night...
>And that she wants you to lick more than her feet this time.
>Hoo boy.
>Wait, how did she get your number?
>FIN FOR REAL