The day was cold, snow building up along the frozen streets in the town of Ponyville. Blistering winds raked up the dead and decomposing leaves from the recent autumn that had sent them to the earth as it did every year, having them fly in and around the empty streets, darkened alleys, and deserted street corner shops that had been left for the remainder of the waning daylight hours.
However, one mare had been braving this horrid winter weather, bundled up tightly in a thick blue coat, a duffel bag of similar color hung from her right shoulder. On her head was a blue cap which hid her head of fair hair, save a few strands blowing in the wing amongst her eyes.
The more latterly mentioned feature was striking, the color in her eyes putting even the most brilliant golden fields of wheat to shame. This however, was not the feature she was known for. Her eyes gave her the title of ‘Derpy’, the right eye staring upwards perpetually, however she never seemed to mind even when others found the sight to be appalling, averting their gaze rather than look her in the face most of the time. To her family and close friends however, she was always known as Ditzy Doo, a loving mother.
Ditzy stepped out into the wind from her temporary shelter of a blind alley, feeling the cold bite against her uncovered face, forcing her to narrow her eyes a bit to see properly. The sack was light on her shoulder, the day’s final route finally coming to a close. After turning her back to the stinging wind, she fished out the last remaining letter hastily, thoughts of other daily commitments running through her mind. It was addressed to the Cake’s residence, which she knew to be close by. Ditzy turned her head to the left, before facing the wind, quickly mustering up a quick jog to get there quickly and end her workday. After three minutes or so, she’d finally reached the bakery, short pants overtaking her before she leaned towards the mailbox, opening it quickly and sliding the letter home.
A giggle escaped her lips, the chilly evening air filling her lungs like breathing in after chewing spearmint gum; she could finally go home now. There was one thing that Ditzy loved more than anything, including her job or a good muffin: the sight of her daughters. The mere thought had her racing home, yet near the end when her own house came into view, she grimaced out of discomfort. Her soles felt as if they burned somewhat with every step, having been on her feet for most of the day as she’d a longer than usual for this shift after taking a much larger route right before the coming Hearth’s warming eve. It was a busy season, and the more sizable route meant a larger paycheck. She hardly wanted to disappoint Dinky or Amethyst with the gifts she had planned this year, so in the end it was worth it.
As she finally approached the front door to the house, she reached for the key in her right coat pocket, pulling it out and thrusting it into the keyhole impatiently. Not only was she looking forward to a quiet evening, a comfy chair, and maybe a glass of punch to relax her, Ditzy also couldn’t wait to take a shower: since she’d been outside for most of the long day in her thick suit, she was definitely starting to smell ripe.
As Ditzy hastily opened the door however, she found the living room to be in fact very much full of commotion, quite the contrary to the silent, darkening world she’d left behind her outside. Dinky was avidly cheering out loud, several young girls whom Ditzy recognized in turn to be Scootaloo, Applebloom, and Sweetie Belle, dancing around her in some sort of a game. Ditzy forced a smile on her face at the sight, but truth be told she was far from pleased. The fact that the pain in her soles refused to ebb away just yet was a nuisance that definitely didn’t help her think otherwise.
Amethyst however was sitting on the couch, magazine held lightly in her hands, halfway through turning to the next page before her eyes trailed up to meet her mother’s. Brief shocked passed through them, a nervous expression soon following after.
“Hey mom! Dinky invited a few friends from school earlier.” Amethyst told her, motioning her free hand to the four, who had only just noticed that Ditzy had finally entered the house. “I know you said not to have anyone over but-”
Ditzy regained her usual composure, taking her cap off and resting it on the arm of the chair next to the door. “No, it’s fine. No harm done.” She replies in her softer voice, not wanting to disrupt the fun. As she took a seat, she let out a small groan; the satisfaction of a well deserved rest looming in, she untied her boots slowly, starting with the left.
Amethyst’s eyes were torn away from her magazine, staring at her mother as the older woman finally managed to get her boot off. She couldn’t help but stare somewhat, the graceful flexing of Ditzy’s foot, which was breathtaking in a fashion that left the poor girl with a blush riddled with evidence of embarrassment. She knew she wasn’t supposed to think of such things, especially about her mother, yet the ability to banish such thoughts from her head after they’d managed to take hold of her would be a losing battle straight from the get go. It was far easier to just be discreet about it.
Now Amethyst had always in the public eye considered her self very normal. Though a bit adventurous, she read magazines like any other mare, watched movies, talked with others about the most mundane topics, participated in some clubs and did nothing that would arouse suspicions that proved otherwise. However, deep within, her mind was wick with the urge for the taboo and untraditional, an escape from the dull everyday life she was subjected to. Her fascination with feet was one of the strongest examples of this. No one she knew caught her attention, as she was unable to wrap her deeply unorthodox mentality around them long enough to consider chemistry between them in a practical sense. This always rang true with everyone, the only example otherwise being the fascination with her mother.
Ditzy was commonly an object of fascination to the girl, more than once having been the topic of the Mare's perverse thoughts and desires. Once such thoughts flooded her mind, she’d usually spend half an hour or so locked in the darkness of her room, quenching her need for carnal pleasure through playing with herself. She clenched her eyes for a moment, once more attempting fruitlessly to end these thoughts before being forced to give in; yet still her eyes were locked on Ditzy’s socked soles. Amethyst imagined herself shamelessly crawling over to the blonde’s feet, planting kisses all over her soles, imagining the smell, the taste, the texture. To be below them as her mother dominated her life through the role of a mistress rather than a mother, treating her as a common foot slave, being of course used only to satisfy the mare’s every need was more than a simple wet dream. This was a mental scenario that had many a time helped send the poor girl over the edge into the bliss of a long orgasm. Amethyst licked her lips somewhat hungrily, simply on pure instinct.
Ditzy gave a tired sigh, rubbing her sore heels for a moment before turning her head to Amethyst, who broke from her trance just in time to avert her eyes downwards before her mother noticed. The grey coated mare gave her a glowing smile, standing slowly; whatever discomfort she felt from standing then, she managed to bury it. She then glanced at a saddlebag next to her older daughter’s couch, well hidden behind her leg. Not hidden enough, as she’d obviously not been upstairs yet. Ditzy raised her brow in a somewhat classic mother-like manner before speaking.
“Amethyst, would you mind heading upstairs and cleaning your room while I take a shower?” Ditzy requested. “I know you haven’t gotten to it yet, even though you said you would do it this morning.”
The classic juvenile-like ‘Oooooh’ escaped Dinky’s lips as she gave her older sister a smirk, only to be soon echoed by the other young fillies. Amethyst looked at her mother, then to her saddlebag. A low groan escaped her lips before she stood up and began to head for the stairs, giving a somewhat sour expression to the four girls as she passed them. A chorus of giggles erupted from the four as Ditzy only maintained her smile, watching Amethyst unhappily head up the stairs to her room. The eighteen year old definitely detested being told to do her chores, feeling above such annoying tasks, and of course quite unknown to her mother, didn't like her fantasies being interrupted by them either.
Afterwards Ditzy turned to her youngest daughter and the three crusaders, pointing at them in a halfhearted manner. “Behave.” She told them in a stern, yet still reasonably gentle tone. She knew that she shouldn’t have needed have worried in their case, as through past experience the four had always shaped up to have good intentions when together, even though they occasionally made a mess of things.
Ditzy made her way up the stairs gradually, as the constant walking all day had taken its toll on her energy, and she knew just what she needed to bring it back. As she finally reached the top, a shade of light purple flashed from the nearby doorway to her right and back into its room. Ditzy paused for a brief moment however, before making her way into the bathroom which was on her immediate left, a slight giggle escaping her lips.
Younger mares these days. Always trying to stall the unavoidable. She thought to herself, briefly looking back to her own days when she was younger; she had been no different in that respect.
She wasted her time no further, letting these thoughts escape her head as the release from her tiresome issues rested right in front of her. Soon she’d shut the door behind her, stripping whatever clothing she still wore, climbing hurriedly into the tub, making quick work of turning knob on the wall.
The warmth of the water around her was pleasing, dampening her hair almost immediately as it began it’s contact, flowing down her face, seeping into the fur that previously before had been matted with sweat from the day’s work; it shifted around and on her breasts, before ending its brief, yet winding trail as a pool of lukewarm clear liquid around her graceful feet that then ran towards the drain of the well sizable shower. The porcelain tub shone brightly in the glow of the nearby lamp, hung from the ceiling of the bathroom.
The bathroom door inched open with a low creak, masked however by the much noisier drumming of water against the tub’s bottom. A pair of violet irises watched the blonde through the crack in the door as water streaked down her figure, trailing down her thighs, a sight still easily visible through the thin veil of the shower curtain. A silent curse escaped the girl’s lips, as what she actually came to see was hidden from her by the walls of the tub. Amethyst creaked the door open somewhat further, careful not to make too much noise as the fear of what might follow should she be caught seemed too embarrassing to even bear thinking about.
She closed in on the scene, taking slow deliberate steps. The visible female silhouette that was cast against the curtain was almost dancing from her perspective, enticing the young mare in a similar way that a candy store would attract the hungry attention of a young colt. Edging towards the wall as she approached the edge of the shower, Amethyst leaned her head sideways, gently pushing the border of the curtain to her left, the warm steam from the shower catching her full in the face. She was forced to squint for a moment, but as her eyes adjusted to the new environment, an internal shudder ran through her body, a new heat of desire burning her inner thighs like a blazing fire.
Ditzy’s legs gave off a light sheen as the water soaked them through and through, soap sliding down her back, dripping down her lower calves. Her breaths grew quicker, as she was so close to the object of her most secret desires. She then leaned somewhat further in, inch by inch to avoid rustling the curtains. This is when she made the second mistake of overextending herself. Shifting the curtains earlier was the first.
A thin puddle had already formed on the tiled floor just outside the tub, and of course the poor girl’s mine was much more focused on her own needs and desires rather than the possible issues around her. As she lifted her right foot to take one more step, her left foot, now supporting her weight suddenly slipped. She let out a loud cry, tumbling into the shower backwards. Her arms flailed for a moment, her right hand grabbing the shower curtain out of desperation.
Ditzy however, was surely more panicked than her daughter at that moment, having previously believed she was completely alone. As she turned to face the source she covered her breasts out of habit. However, as she saw Amethyst sprawled clumsily inside the tub, her expression of shock soon turned to anger. Amethyst however, currently blinded by the sudden spray of hot water in her face, coughed and spluttered as it stung her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, she felt her insides freeze, despite the scorching water pelting her with every second, dampening her fur furthermore with every split second she lay there. The icy cold stare of her usually warm hearted mother was more than she wished to ever contend with.
“What. In Celestia’s name. Are you doing?” Ditzy hissed quietly; the older mare was barely audible over the light roar of the water next to the girl’s ears, but the intent was clear.
“M-Mom I…” Amethyst stammered. She tried to give an answer, any answer, but for once in her life, she felt this shameful feeling build up inside her. Not once could she meet the gaze her mother. At this the grey mare’s expression softened, as the previous situation seemed to have changed into something deeper. She bent over somewhat, gripping her daughter’s arm gently and helped her to her feet. A quick several seconds later and the two were out of the shower, drying off.
A minute later the two stepped into Ditzy’s room, both sitting next to each other awkwardly, the silence biting into the moment and holding on like a ravenous dog. Neither side seemed to want to speak first at the moment. Ditzy, who was trying to think of some way to approach this odd situation, offered an occasional glance towards her daughter. Amethyst was staring at the floor, almost motionless with the exception of the intermittent blink towards her soles. Every time this was the case, the purple mare’s embarrassment flared up once more, and instead she decided to bide her time further. Her fingers curled nervously around the ends of the sheet on the bed.
Ditzy of course was the first to break the ominous silence. “So why were you…watching me in the bathroom?” She asked somewhat slowly, careful not to add any hint of animosity in her tone.
The younger mare’s cheeks obviously burned up once more at this statement. Not wanting to speak about it at the moment, as she felt unready, she once again bided her time by avoiding the question. “It’s personal.”
Her mother stared at her once more, arching her brow at the answer she’d just received.
“Spit it out. You know I won’t be mad.”
“It’s embarrassing!”
Ditzy wrapped her arm around her, a light sigh escaping her lips. “Amethyst, listen, if it’s bugging you now, I’d honestly rather know. You know I want to help you.” Ditzy explained with a notable trail of worry in her voice.
Perverse images of her most recent daydream flew through her mind once more, as she imagined herself naked as the day she was born, under her mother’s soles, lewd intentions surely at hand. A light shudder escaped her before she finally spoke.
“Mom I-” She paused for a moment, attempting to rack up the courage to perform the task put in front of her. “listen it’s really embarrassing to have to tell you this but…” She seemed unable to finish her sentence, as if a huge weight of worry was crushing all hopes of a happy solution in the direction she was headed. Her heart was racing, as were her thoughts. Then she something grip her hand. Glancing down, she saw her mother’s hand lightly gripping her own, and after finally managing to meet her eyes, saw only comfort in them.
“I’m here for you. Here for anything.”
This calmed Amethyst down significantly as she took in a deep breath, speaking finally against all logic that screamed at her from the back of her mind. “I have a foot fetish.”
Ditzy’s ears perked up somewhat as she turned to her daughter, finally blushing herself at the mention of her daughter’s sexual preferences. “Oh. Well then, that’s…” She paused herself, unable to finish herself. However, instead of merely trailing off without giving her a clear answer, Ditzy gave the young mare a nod in which that motherly smile once again returned; her face flushed into an even deeper shade of crimson similar to that of a freshly picked rose as she looked her straight in the eyes.
Amethyst couldn’t take it anymore. Ditzy may have been her mother, but damn it seemed impossible to contain any urges she had previously held back, like a dam groaning and creaking to hold back the tide of water, it’s cracks covered by measly wooden boards that threatened to snap at any moment. Words would note solve this issue; now was a time for action. With this new resolution in her mind, she took her plunge into the unknown. She slid forward, her hands finally releasing the sheets they had previously clung to.
Ditzy blinked for a moment, glancing at her in brief confusion before feeling the young mare’s hands travel down her calves gently; She hadn’t expected such contact to her body, gasping lightly as she almost tugged her leg away, mouth wide open in a sense of shock that just hit her. She of course loved her daughter, and whatever path she took in life would always do so, yet this was different. The tender rub along her lower leg was more than a daughterly gesture or that of any loving family member. It was deeper, a sensual, much more intimate loving action that the grey mare hadn’t experienced in years, and hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.
“A-Amethyst!” She hollered, covering her mouth briefly before glancing at the bedroom door. “This isn’t exactly appropriate for us to-”
Amethyst ignored her mother’s request to pause, wrapping her hands gently around the sole of her right foot, rubbing it in slow, circular motions, inching her head closer to the source. She felt a slight shudder, and after looking upwards toward her mother’s face who’d no longer continued asking her to stop, Amethyst found her with a pleased expression on her face, as if an intense weight was lifted off her shoulders. She couldn’t help but giggle at the sight somewhat, confidence building a strong mental support for her actions. Ditzy’s eyes flickered in response towards her, but she only nodded once more in approval.
The young leaned in closer finally, pressing her nose barely against the toes of her mother’s foot, taking a deep breath, the light, natural scent filling her nostrils. The smell of soap was easily present, yet a hint of her own natural musk hung about, driving the poor mare mad with desire for more of this.
Ditzy on the other hand was enjoying the treatment her daughter was giving her, even if by normal circumstances it was fairly odd. Yet obviously the girl somehow knew what she was doing, as the pain that had been riding in the mailmare’s feet for the past few hours was finally melting away into the background, a shaky, contented smile splitting her muzzle. Though the contact was much more different than she would have normally allowed, she found no reason not to let it continue at the time.
Amethyst tenderly pulled the foot closer, before slipping her big toe gently in her mouth and swirling her tongue leisurely around it, a new and foreign flavor rushing to meet her sense of taste. Her fantasies were now bubbling up to the surface, reality and fantasy now melding together in the events that unfolded before her, the soft texture against her tongue a somewhat surprising thing to find, considering how much walking Ditzy did on an average day. Pausing finally after several seconds of this, she pulled it out from between her lips slowly, shifting it to the side of her face, a thin track of her own saliva following it closely behind as she stared upwards at her mothers, lust ridden eyes begging for someone to control her.
Ditzy was completely mesmerized now by these actions, enjoying the sense of power that of course ran hand in hand with this submissive treatment. A much more devious smirk soon extended across her face, as she brushed her daughter’s cheek purposefully with the foot that had just received its recent spit shine. At this Amethyst’s jaw dropped somewhat, as she had been expecting more than a little resistance from the mare, seeing as they were family.
“Don’t act so surprised dear! Though I’ll admit this is certainly different, as I said earlier, it’s more than interesting!” Ditzy explained to her in a low, seductive manner that sent the Amethyst’s heart into a rapid drumbeat. This in the end was the permission Amethyst had been secretly begged the universe to give her all this time, to let loose and unchain herself fully from whatever idiotic limitations society wished to keep her down with.
With much more gusto than she previously bothered to have, Amethyst rubbed her face against the sole, messily trailing her tongue from heel to toe, the exotic taste much stronger now. Ditzy herself was momentarily caught off guard by the sudden surge of effort from her daughter, but felt no reason to complain. In fact, at one point she was forced at one point to stifle a giggle as her tongue flicked across a sensitive spot to keep the intimate mood alive for her daughter. Ditzy’s smile grew larger as she decided to experiment with her daughter’s sexual deviation, raising her second foot and rubbing it lightly against Amethyst’s bare breasts in the form of a clumsy massage.
The younger mare groaned somewhat loudly before biting her lower lip, fearing that if one of them got too loud the fillies downstairs might come up to investigate the commotion. However, this didn’t stop her from having more fun herself; Amethyst, whose sex was now blazing like an intense bonfire, ached badly, begging for a release which she was more than happy to supply. She let her free hand trail lightly down her body, groping her own breast momentarily before letting it slide down her stomach and between her thighs.
Ditzy’s eyes were watching every detail Amethyst experienced, from the beads of sweat that occasionally dripped down her body, to the mare’s vigorous process of masturbation that built the heat in her own body as well. She frowned somewhat, disliking the fact that her daughter was getting off quite well, yet she herself was forced to contend with her own problems. Then an idea flickered across her mind, a brief expression of recognition flitting across her face before being replaced with a devious grin. She was the one in charge. To use it as her advantage would be a perfect solution.
After a minute of considering it, while fighting her own heat, she lowered her foot from the girl’s breast, hooking it around the hand Amethyst was using to satisfy her snatch, and yank it away. The mare gasped quietly, and for a moment attempted to try and continue for a moment; luckily she’d seen the expression on her mother’s face, letting a short whine escape her throat. Ditzy clicked her tongue, smiling at the poor mare, widening her legs slowly to expose her pussy. Amethyst’s eyes widened, glancing back and forth from the new scene before her and Ditzy’s face.
“Before you get a chance at release, I’d better have already been satisfied.” She stated firmly, hiding behind the firm wall of dominance her daughter had so happily provided. “Now I suggest you get to it now, otherwise we’ll be here for a while.” She tells her in a lust ridden voice. It was at this that Amethyst knew at this point that the night was far from over, and would only get better from here.
