Fluttershy's Feets

>Fluttershy had invited you over to her cottage to do some gardening, rather mundane, but you weren't doing anything, and you always liked her company, so why not.
>Upon arriving, she greets you as shyly as she always does, and lets you on in.
>She's barefoot, as usual. You seldom see her wear shoes, or even socks. Somehow they still look miraculously soft and clean though.
>You head on outside and you get to work, of course she didn't bother putting on shoes, preferring to feel the cool grass underfoot.
>You begin to think her, like Pinkie, would love some sole stimulation, just in a different way...
>After you got a taste for it, and tickled Pinkie so much she had to recover at the insanity ward for two days, you wanted Fluttershy's feets, so you begun thinking of an elaborate excuse to get at the very least, your hands on them..

>The sun begins to set and you head on back indoors after a few hours of gardening. Quite relaxing, but you couldn't get your mind off the plan.
>She had been walking around a lot, maybe the massage tactic would work.
>Hey Fluttershy, you've been toiling about in the garden all day, I'm sure your feet are quite tired. Maybe I could offer you a massage?
>Clean, simple, and to the point.
>Not for her though, you could already see her retreat within herself.
>"O-oh no, Anon, you don't have to do t-that... I mean they're kinda sore but... I don't want to be a bother. Its okay." Fluttershy managed to splutter out.
>She sits down, and you plop yourself right next to her. Time to be the alpha male you were born to be, Anon.
>Oh really, I'd like to, its the least I could do for the hours of company you have given me.
>Upon say that you take it upon yourself to gently grab her legs and prop her adorable feet up on your lap, gently stroking the tops of them in anticipation for the job to come.
>Fluttershy dosen't say a word, instead she just sits back and gets more comfortable on her sofa. It would be less confrontational just to let it go, after all.

>Fluttershy's feet were a little bit bigger than you would have guessed, then again, so are her breasts. Maybe the two go hand in hand.
>The soles are a little bit darkened by her walking around in the soil. Hell, she even wiggled her toes into it. Not a bad look, you don't think, not so much dirty as natural, made you felt like you were handling what feet were meant to be.
>You took one of her feet in your hand and begun gently massaging the arch, rolling your thumbs over the sensitive skin with just enough pressure to make her feel it properly.
>You could feel her entire body become less and less tense by the second, and she had already slumped back in her sitting position.
>You begin kneading the toes as well, stretching them out a little and running your fingers between her toes, feeling a little bit of dirt.
>Fluttershy noticed, and spoke up, much to your dismay.
>"Oh, my feet are a bit dirty, its okay Anon you can stop, I should just go wash up".
>She begins to get up, but you squeeze her foot, motioning for her to stop.
>I've got a better idea!

>You pick her up in your arms and carry her into the bathroom, oddly enough she makes no protests, maybe she's just tired of receiving zero physical interaction and is lapping it up.
>"I agree, maybe you need to wash up a bit, but I'll take care of that, just undress and get the bathwater running and I'll see to your feet."
>Yet again, Fluttershy just went with it, you were starting to think she was just doing it to avoid a fuss, since this was obviously what you wanted to do, a fact also revealed by the tent pitched with your pants.
>A few moments later Fluttershy was covered in soapy water, and having gotten her legs and gorgeous feet thoroughly wet, she hangs them off over the side. What an obedient girl.
>With Fluttershy, you feel like wanting to make her happy, give her some relief, unlike with Pinkie who you felt the need to tickle beyond what she could even take. Strange that.
>Either way, you dipped your hands into the water and began the massaging again.
>The hot water had softened the skin some more, and the effects were quite obvious. Fluttershy had finally elicited a gentle sigh, almost a moan, upon you slowly digging your fingers into her sore feet. You had hit a sensitive spot, it seems, so you repeated the action a few more times, Fluttershy's toes wiggling in delight as you did so.
>You started on her other foot, rubbing and washing, she was relaxing so much she had almost submerged herself within the bathwater.

>The heat and the massaging was making her extremely drowsy it seemed. She must have one helluva touchy pair of feet on her, you thought as you slid your wet fingers between her warm toes, feeling them scrunch against them, cleaning out the dirt.
>Ooh she liked that...
>Soon enough her feet were spotless, they both looked and smelt beautiful.
>You helped her dry off and then you carried her to bed, she was way too relaxed to even care about the fact you were holding her while she was naked.
>She even asked you to spend the night with her.
>You accepted of course, and scooched up next to her in bed after your own bath, as she wrapped her legs around you, those perfect feet inches away from your throbbing manhood.
>You dozed off to sleep nontheless, despite you initially assumed you would have been way too pent up.
>The morning came as quickly as you fell asleep.
>You had been cuddling with Fluttershy but now she had gone.
>But not for long it seemed, as she was at the door, holding a bottle of honey.
>"Anon... I wanted to thank you for last night, I don't get much attention, so I would like to help you in return, in a way I think we'd both enjoy"

>Fluttershy walked over towards you, pulled down the quilt and sat ontop of you, near your knees.
>It was only now you realized she was naked again, providing she even put clothes on after last night.
>Fluttershy began to squeeze honey out of the bottle onto her hand, lifting her foot up near her face and slathering it in the sweet nectar.
>She repeated this process multiple times, making sure to get everywhere, from between her toes to the bottom of her heel. They were drenched.
>After she was sure that the job was done, and oh my, was she thorough, she slid down your pants enough to let your length free to enjoy itself as much as it liked, and began to move her honey-soaked feet towards your facee.
>She giggled, and told you to enjoy yourself.
>Just like that.
>You took her ankle in your hand and wasted no time in starting.
>Your tongue explored the bottom of her foot, lapping up the honey, getting a good taste for the sweetness of it as well as her foot itself.
>You were in heaven, you were so entranced you even began nibbling her toes, to which she giggled and popped them into your mouth for you to suckle like an infant.
>Then another idea occurred to Fluttershy...

>It was obvious Fluttershy took a glance or two at your manhood, which was erect to the point of it hurting.
>Through glazed eyes you saw her move up your body a little, and then it happened.
>She had sat on your dick, straddling the entirety of your girth up her tight butt.
>You let out a loud moan, synchronized with hers.
>Things were getting more rough. Instead of her waving her gooey feet around in front of your face, she laid them flat over it, covering almost everything.
>All you could smell, see and taste was her feet and the honey that coated them.
>You could still lick at them a little however, and you did so aplenty as you could feel her butt bounce up and down on your dick.
>Fluttershy, being the pent up girl she is, came  in but a few movements of her rear, almost squealing in pleasure as she pushed her feet down even harder, just as her butt did, causing you to empty about ten buckets worth of cum in those few seconds of absolute bliss.
>The waves of pleasure had stopped hitting you both, and there was one helluva mess.
>You think its time for another bath...
The end.