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Gav lay on his back, his head propped up by an enormous rose colored pillow. In his hands was a blue tome that had been shrunken down for his 8 cm (3 inch) stature. The cover read "Religious Practices of Ancient Equuis". He was deeply engrossed in the words when a certain pink mare with a wild mane stumbled into the bedroom.

Gav looked up with a sly smile. "Hard day?"

Pinkie's ear flopped in his direction and she sighed. "Nopony understands how hard it is to be so energetic all the time. I may be a cartoon character, but even I have limits," she whined.

Gav thought about that for a moment, then shrugged. The things she did so effortlessly did remind him of the bizarre powers of old cartoons. Especially the speed. "Well you always have me to vent your secret Pinkie frustrations to," he assured her as she wandered over to the bed.

She smiled down at the tiny human. "Thanks, but I'm not frustrated. Just tired. I need a recharge." She emphasized her point by wiping a large drop of sweat from her brow.

Now that she was closer Gav did notice the ripe smell coming off her as invisible wisps. Pinkie must have had a really hard day. "You want to shower first?"

She rubbed her chin and hummed deeply. "Nah," she announced with a giggle.

Gav's world rocked back and forth, the mattress bouncing him around as the enormous pony climbed into the bed and fell on her back next to him. When the motion died down, Gav growled at the huge pointed ear by his side. "Comfy?" he asked a tad grumpy.

"Yup," she replied with a hint of sass. "What you reading?"

Gav rolled his eyes and settled back against the cliff of a pillow again. "The other day I mentioned some of my world's ancient myths and legends to Twilight. So she dumped a bunch of ancient pony myth and legends on me. This is one of those books."

Pinkie was still sweating and the temperature around her was steadily rising as she radiated. But she took no notice and quirked a brow. "Myths? I never got to read those as a filly. Back on the rock farm we had too much work to do for 'fancy book learning'." She snorted with amusement at the memory. "What do you think?"

Gav shrugged. "Pony mythology seems more consistent than my old world's Greek or Roman mythology. Like, in my world, there were dozens of gods and their lineage was always foggy. Some stories seemed to contradict who was supposed to be related to who and personalities tended to switch from one story to the next. But in pony mythology you don't get that. There are seven gods, all there since the beginning, period. Anything else is just a one-off spirit or a mortal."

"Pony gods," Pinkie mumbled in thought.

"Yeah," Gav continued, "and they're actually pretty cool compared to the Greek gods. Like, on Earth, the god Zeus was constantly cheating on his wife. Or Hades kidnapping a girl to force her to marry him. Or that one goddess who was jealous of a human claiming to be better at a sewing machine. They all came across as petty, power hungry, jerks. But the pony gods kick ass."

Pinkie turned her head sharply and gave the man a frown-glare combo. She was an understanding girl, but she did not tolerate swearing.

"Sorry," he mumbled quickly.

Pinkie's piercing gaze relented. "So which pony god is your favorite?"

Gav snorted. "I kind of like Ryu, the god of justice. There are a couple stories of him fighting rogue dragons or throwing demons back into Tartarus. He's the god you call on if you need to fight some evil."

Pinkie wiped another glob of sweat from her forehead while her mane started sagging from the moisture. "Which god do you think I'd like?"

Gav struggled to answer her question while ignoring the ever strengthening musk coming from her. "I think Asha, the goddess of festivals, is exactly your kind of god."

A massive grin spread across Pinkie's muzzle. "There was a goddess of parties?"

Gav rolled his eyes. "Yup. She was a lot like you. Excitable and friendly."

With that, neither knew how to continue the conversation or transition smoothly to a more interesting topic. So they sat there for a moment in peaceful silence. Until Gav couldn't stand it anymore. Pinkie's aroma was drowning him and it was impossible to avoid his corrupting thoughts. He couldn't stop himself from taking deep breaths and eying the trailing beads of sweat running through her coat. The two of them weren't just roommates after all.

Gav coughed loudly, purposefully, pulling Pinkie's attention away from the plain ceiling. "Pinkie Pie," he began.

"Yes?" she chirped.

"Are you in the mood for some fun?"

The mare was momentarily confused. Eyes narrowing, mind dissecting his words for the additional meaning his tone so obviously was implying. Then her large peepers bulged. Then she giggled lustfully. "But I'm all sweaty and gross," she cooed, batting her front legs in the air.

Gav chuckled. "I know. It makes you... sexy."

Pinkie snorted with amusement. "Dirty human. Attracted to my stink." She rolled her eyes.

"Just make-out with me," he ordered.

The mare raised a brow. "You know the rules. When we play, we play. Now what should it be this time?"

Gav slumped. He was horny and impatient. And Pinkie had a quirk where everything had to be a game. Especially sex. Not necessarily an original game every time, but it had to be a game. At least it kept their times in bed interesting. Satisfying her was often a unique challenge beyond just him being so much smaller. Though it always got him off too, so he couldn't honestly complain too much.

"Well," he thought aloud dramatically. "We were just talking about pony gods... and you are a lot bigger than me..."

Pinkie smirked. "Role-play? I get to be the goddess and you my devoted worshiper?"

Gav tossed the book aside, jumped to his feet, and threw his arms over his head. "Oh great pink goddess, hear my prayer!"

The mare resisted tittering. "Okay, oh little disciple. What is thou plea from thy sexy goddess, Pinkie Pie?"

Gav couldn't stop himself from mumbling. "Should have said Goddess Diane. That's a much better name for divinity." But he quickly cleared his throat and spoke up again for her sake. "Oh my goddess, I am a desperate man with desperate needs. Can thou sate these troublesome urges of the flesh? Please give unto me peace and pleasure."

Pinkie, still sweating and emitting a delicious aroma, tapped her chin in thought. "Your loving goddess is not without compassion, but thy desire must be paid for. Thou must complete one task for your goddess first, then thee shall have your release."

"Of course, your greatness. Anything for you. What task shall your humble servant perform?"

Pinkie's grin was positively devilish. She pressed her head back into the pillow, rocking the bed and making herself appear bigger to the little man beside her. "You are to clean and massage your fair goddess's hooves, for she is wary after standing and running all day."

Gav thought about that for a moment. It sounded a bit more like punishment, but they had experimented with a lot of things before and it always turned out nice. "Very well your towering pinkness, your champion shall service your perfect soles without question."

Pinkie grinned triumphantly, throwing her forehooves behind her head and getting comfortable. Meanwhile, Gav stumbled his way across the wrinkled landscape that was the bedsheets to reach Pinkie's back hooves in the distance. It was a bit of a trip. Even longer with her musk hanging in the air the whole way. Finally though, he reached them. The smelly, sweaty, pink, plush hooves of the one and only Pinkamena Diane Pie.

Gav took a quick moment to roll his shoulders and admire them as they rose to twice his height. Then he got to work, pressing his human hands deep into the... frog? Is that what the fleshy part of a horse's hooves were called? Whatever. It was soft and felt more greasy than he expected. The dirt didn't really look like dirt to Gav either. At his size it was more like fine gravel rich people would often use to make nice paths around their huge lawns.

If he was going to service a "goddess" then he was going to do it right.

Gav precisely went around the plush surface brushing away the fine "stones" and kneading the tender flesh underneath where it appeared red instead of pink. The happy moans coming from the giant mare above made him certain he was doing something right. One particular patch of "dirt" revealed what he almost thought was a bruise and he was determined to soothe the ache. With muscle built over a year of tiny life in Equestria, he pressed into the spot and brought sweet relief to his goddess.

Inevitably, the diligent work left his hands coated in foot slime, but he kept working from one side to the other. Though he wasn't able to reach the upper rim of her hoof, the rest was darn near sparkling by the time he was done with it. No dirt and a lot less sweat. Hard to say if he really wiped it all off or if it evaporated in the last few minutes.

This might have been making Pinkie horny, but it didn't seem to be doing anything for Gav. It was work. Hard, sticky, hot work. Though the smell was definitely enjoyable.

"Now the other hoof," Pinkie sang.

Gav groaned, but he dutifully did as he was told. However, between the heat radiating off her massive hooves making him sweaty in return and the sheer effort he was using to pleasure Pinkie, he forgot all about his own needs. The lust died down even as the musk didn't. Eventually, after working what was effectively a living wall, for several minutes his arms felt like they were about to fall off. He was exhausted by the time he was done with her.

"All clean?" Pinkie chirped, propping herself up to look down at him. "Good! Now get out of those clothes. It's time for your reward."

Gav shrugged off his shirt and pants. What was she planning? Did he dare hope it would actually get him off? In a moment he was naked and Pinkie was all smiles.

"Ready or not, here I come!" she announced before the two walls that were her rear hooves swooped in from either side of him like a car crushing machine.

In an instant, Gav's naked body was in darkness. Pressed from both sides with his face forced into the spongy surface of Pinkie's foot. Now that Gav was sore, it was time for his own massage.

The walls began working back and forth, grinding on his abused back and shoulders with a gentle strength. His senses were filled with only Pinkie. Across his pain and into his joints. He moaned in relaxation and arousal. Now this was hot. Her flesh was rubbing his flesh. Gav felt his release building rapidly. He spread his arms as wide as he could and bathed in the sensation as it rose in him.

The sweat that still clung to her mixed with his own and made a fine lubricant. There were no dirt-stones to tear into his delicate skin. The heat, the motion, the smell. Pinkie was all he could think about. Her big, pink, thicc body. That bubbly butt. Those round flanks. Yeah, she was the perfect girlfriend.

He came with a sigh.

Pinkie felt it and giggled. Holding him still until his high came down a little then slowly parting her hooves. He remained glued to the left one, spread wide and breathing slowly.

"Did you like that?" she asked with a tender grin.

He shrugged awkwardly. "That was weird, but sure. Next time we should just play Cave Diver again."

Pinkie rolled her eyes. "But that's so generic! I am a professional cartoon and we aim for creativity and new ideas at all times."

"Whatever," Gav dismissed tiredly. Just another crazy day in the life of being Pinkie's boyfriend.

Author's Note

This was a request made about 3 years ago and, keeping to my proclamation from just as long ago, I did eventually get it done. Though I wonder if the requester even remembers. Anyway, this was a hard piece for 2 reasons. First, I hate Pinkie Pie. She is an annoying character who was less funny than she was distracting from whatever was going on in the episode. Second, I'm not a foot/hoof guy. Put those together and this was tough to do. So I might have rushed it a bit. Too much time on the setup, not enough time on the payoff I'm afraid. Oh well. I'm not motivated enough to beat this into a proper beautiful shape. Hopefully you enjoy it for what it is.