Moonlit Drive to Desire

“This is really nice, Pinkie,” Fluttershy smiled, reaching over and squeezing her partner’s free hand. “Everything in Ponyville is so close, and Canterlot hasn’t caught up with the times yet, so it’s not often we get to drive around like this. It’s…” A rather heaty yawn escaped her throat. “…really quite soothing.” She leaned back against the cushioned leather of her seat, feeling quite content and wholesomely sleepy in the dimly lit maroon interior of their ride, light from the stars and the night’s full moon barely trickling in as they whizzed past near nothingness in the form of trees and assorted green shrubbery hidden mostly by the veil of night.

Pinkie chuckled. “I just find them strange we still call them carriages. Nothing’s pulling them. Maybe we should shorten it to… I dunno, car, maybe!” she exclaimed, bright eyes turning towards the pegasus.

“I don’t think that’ll catch on, sweetie,” Fluttershy giggled in return, stretching her seat. “Mmm, fun as this is, I could still use some air. You mind opening the windows up all the way, Pinkie?”

The earthen mare nodded in response, hitting the button that lowered the window on Fluttershy’s side, the crisp, cool night air rushing in to meet her face, breeze gently blowing stray strands of her cherryblossom hair back. Fluttershy closed her eyes, sighing in relief, ears folding back and eyes closing as the refreshing wind kissed all the right, warm places. Her inner pegasus was pleased.

Pinkie also pulled her own window down, fully sticking her head out of the window, hands not leaving the wheel. Her tongue lolled free from her mouth, sky blue eyes open wide, as the wind gushed past her, both her hair and the hood of her ocean blue jumper flapping violently. Fluttershy couldn’t help but laugh, she was basically a silly ol’ pooch sometimes, and more or less looked like one right now. She was surprised she trusted her behind the wheel, but she herself wasn’t confident enough to drive one of these crystal powered hunks of metal, and Pinkie seemed a surprisingly decent driver, all things considered. Her overactive brain did tend to pick new skills up pretty well.

“Woo, what a rush!” Pinkie pulled her head back in, hair crazily sticking out every which way. “Guess that’s how you winged folk feel, huh?”
“Heh, more or less. Hope you didn’t swallow any poor little innocent buggy wuggies,” Fluttershy mock-whimpered, licking her fingers and touching Pinkie’s hair back to something resembling normal. By her standards, anyway. “I never did ask, where are we going anyway? Or is this just a romantic night drive with no destination in mind to get me in the mood?” Her yellow hand longily caressed the back of Pinkie’s neck, muzzle reaching over and whispering breathily in the twitching, pink ear, “it’s working~”

Pinkie turned to place a quick smooch on her lover’s lips as confirmation of lewd intention. “Why, it’s both of course! Taking you to a little spot near Manehattan I went to once, and I swore I’d come back when I met someone special.” She leaned over, attempting her own whisper: “that’s you, by the way~”

The pegasus giggled again, though a few thoughts crossed her mind. “That’s… still possibly another hour away, maybe. By the time we… um… you know… we’ll be too tired to make the trip back, what about—“

“Food? Drink? Cuddly blankets? The pets back home? I brought biscuits, hot cocoa, our favorite blankies, and I made sure to feed all the animals. Teehee, I’ve been wanting to do this for a little while, don’t worry,” Pinkie reassuringly returned the hand squeeze she got earlier, circumstances on the road safe enough to allow some minor distractions, as it was mostly flat, straight road for long, boring stretches. Good thing she had someone here to keep her company.

“You did all that just to take me on a sweet little night drive?” Fluttershy’s face lit up in a blush, she was still so vulnerable to such selfless displays of affection, even after a year together. “I love you, Pinkie.” Her watery seafoam eyes locked into her lover’s as she leaned up against her.
Pinkie smiled, wrapping her right arm around the pegasus, still steering with her left. “I love you too, Flutters. I promise you’ll have a reason to say that again when the night’s over.” She leaned over to place another smooch on her forehead. “That’s a really cute shirt, by the way. It’s really… you.”

Fluttershy looked down at her forest and lime green checkered shirt, eyes narrowing. “This old thing? Really?”

“Yeah! It’s homely, practical, oozes a sense of… naturey-ness. Very you!” Pinkie tittered, fingering the shirt’s collar.

The yellow mare’s eyes narrowed, a smirk overtaking her face. “It’s because it looks like a typical hippie shirt, isn’t it?”

“Aaaaactually it looks more like a lumberjack, but hippie is definitely a word for what that shirt is. So yes. You’re my little smelly hippie~” Pinkie teased, pinching her partner’s cheek.

Fluttershy gasped in mock outrage: “Smelly?! Well… considering how much you’ll be smelling me all over tonight, it’s your loss.”

“Mmhm, every inch. I guess I’ll just have to suffer through it,” Pinkie flashed a toothy white grin, her hand squeezing Fluttershy’s thigh through her faded denim jeans, eliciting a tender moan from her lover.

Biology was beginning to take over fast. Fluttershy began to seductively unbutton her shirt, bottom to top, until it flapped open in the breeze still entering through the open window, revealing her modestly sized breasts still restrained in an elegantly simple bra. Once, she wouldn’t have even been brave enough to undo a single button. She’d have likely had a sweater over the top of the shirt, if anything. But, being in love with someone, and having such beautiful friends in every meaning of the word, did wonders for one’s confidence. She could safely say she knew Pinkie would like what she saw, and her naughty little smile revealed it all. Pinkie had to bite her lip, naturally. She looked SO good all wild and free like that…
Her free hand left Fluttershy’s shoulder, trailing down her soft, smooth chest, eventually gliding down to the warm and welcoming tummy. Fit and flat, but still deliciously smooth. She couldn’t help but give it a quick finger scrabble, the pegasus chortling in return, sucking in her stomach reflexsively. Oh how she wanted to let her hand wander just a little bit further, it stopping short of the belt that kept her jeans up and around her cute, slender waistline.

Pinkie whined in need, knowing there was still another fifty minutes of the trip to go, and she was determined not to pull over on the side of some random road near a “restroom in twenty miles” sign. No, this had to be special. Fluttershy was keen to make this difficult though, the naughty thing. “If we crash the car, it’s your fault!”

“Oh really? Can’t keep your pretty little eyes on the road when I’m being all…” Fluttershy locked eyes again, batting her long eyelashes as a severe case of half-lidded bedroom eyes set it, lips being tenderly chewed. “Seductive?~”

Fluttershy reached over, winding both the windows all the way up until they were stuck fast, before loosening her belt and unzipping the top of her jeans, pulling them slightly open, revealing just a hint of her undergarments.

“Whatcha doin’, silly filly,” Pinkie questioned her partner’s judgement, already feeling the sweat set in under her arms and her lower back. “It’s gonna become a sauna in here soon.”

“That’s the idea~” Fluttershy cooed in response, slouching back into her seat, looking oddly smug and satisfied.

“What’s the…” the party girl sniffed the air, the horrid realization of Fluttershy’s plan filling her nostrils, the thickly lewd, pheremone soaked scent already completely soaking her sense of smell, and it had only just begun, with the windows wound up and the promise of arousal only growing worse. She was gonna hotbox the car… Pinkie could barely contain herself, fidgeting in her seat, trying to alleviate some pressure by pulling at her own jeans, particularly in the crotch area. “You’re a monster… how are you THIS horny, already? Sheesh… I’m gonna DIE in here. Drop my head on the wheel, dead...”

Fluttershy could only giggle evily. “I should kick my shoes off too, huh?”

“Who do you think I am, Dash?!” Pinkie pretended to scoff, secretly hoping she wouldn’t add to the already heavy, enticing scents on the air. Who was she kidding? She’d basically subconsciously robbed Rainbow of those kinks anyway. And then performed eugenic experiments on them. “Why’d you even put on shoes anyway? You knew we’d be mostly sitting in here, and most days I can’t even wrangle them to your feet to go to the shops. Heck, before this, it had been MONTHS since I last saw you put some on. What gives?”

“Heheh, well, since there’s been a lot of… umm… renewed interest in my feet lately, I’ve decided to start moisturizing, like I used to when I was roomies with Dash, and well, you know,” Fluttershy explained, reaching down to undo her laces, “You’re right though, time to get rid of these stuffy things, should have soaked in by now.”

The shoes were kicked off, then thrown absentmindedly to the back seat with a thump, Pinkie waving them farewell. “Bye bye shoes, see you next year sometime!”

“You really enjoy poking fun at my little habit, don’t you?” Fluttershy rolled her eyes, reclining in her seat and propping her feet on the dashboard, fingers reaching across and tugging her fluffy wool socks away with deliberate slow, sensual pacing. “I personally don’t get why you girls wear shoes so often.” The socks were scrunched up into balls and also tossed blindly to the back of the car, the slender yellow feet now resting bare in plain view, ankles crossed, toes squirming in their freedom. “Mmm, much better.”

“Oh pshhht, we all wear shoes FAR less than everyone else. And even less now that we do it to tease the stuffing out of Rainbow, bwahah. Nobody can keep up to your pace though, and besides,” Pinkie gave the closest foot a quick squeeze with her free hand, “biology-shmiology, pegasi feet stay softer waaaaay easier. And are you really gonna keep your feet up there to taunt me for the rest of the way? My undies already have a damp spot…”

“I thought you said you weren’t Dash,” Fluttershy grinned, inching her feet a bit closer to Pinkie’s side, before pulling her phone out of her back pocket. “Ring ring, it’s Rainbow. She wants her kinks back.”

“GO AWAY DASHIE, WE’RE BUSY DRIVING. I REFUSE TO HAVE AS MANY CRASHES AS YOU, AAAAHH!” Pinkie yelled incoherently, pretending to wrench the car this way and that, jerking it left and right over the empty road. She quit abruptly, righting the vehicle in within a moment. “But really, you act like you couldn’t turn me on with ANY of your body parts.”

Fluttershy’s fingers stopped gripping the seat for dear life, and she cleared her throat, trying to mask the fact she was actually concerned for a second there. “Hmf, you say that, but feetplay has only turned us on more and more with time. Remember what Twi said at the sleepover? Being linked by the elements is giving us the same turn-ons as our friendship is getting closer and closer, and Dash has the most potent kink.”

“Fine fine fine. Stupid smart Twily, making me unable to keep my eyes off your dumb feet and causing a head-on collision with her hippopotamus!”

“Hypothesis.”

“WHATEVER!”

There was a brief few moments of comfortable silence, both girls taking their time to glimpse what little scenery they could in the dark in the stretches of mostly uninhabitated land in the regions between Ponyville and Manehattan. Still mostly small trees and hills, but simplicity was refreshing in its own right, sometimes, especially in regards to a quaint little café stop they passed on the way. They would probably stop there on the way back tomorrow.
Fluttershy herself decided to ease off lewdly tormenting her partner (at least until they arrived), her window being wound down once more, letting the rather stuffy, sexual scent lingering on the air out into the wide world. There’d be plenty of aroused girl smell to make up for it later. Instead, she moved her feet off the dashboard, setting them up so they hung slightly out the window.

Fluttershy couldn’t help but almost gurgle in pleasure. Part of the reason she enjoyed barefooting so much, was the variety in textures and stimulations she could experience underfoot, and not just the fact she liked her toes to be free from confine. She’d admit it, perhaps they were a bit of an eregenous zone, she always did have pedal inclincations, even before buddying up with Dash. Perhaps kismet brought them together, perhaps it was why she was so willing to indulge Rainbow’s freaky side even as just a friend with benefits.

Right now however, her feet were enjoying the rush of delightfully nippy, fresh night air. It passed through her spreading toes, it cooled them after being stuck in those tight shoes and socks. All it did was reaffirm her lifestyle choice.

“Shyyyy, your tootsies are gonna get chilly!” Pinkie whined, “Pull your legs back in before they catch a cold.”

“And… put them in your lap?” Fluttershy giggled malovelently, pulling her feet back before propping them up on Pinkie’s lap, who proceeded to let out a rather exaggerated sigh. “Pinkie they’re lonely and cold, won’t you warm them up?”

“GRR!! WHERE’S THE NEAREST CLIFF I CAN DRIVE OFF, SO I CAN END THIS TORMENT?!” The party pony continued to wail. “Guess you you wont be happy until I’ve made a cummy mess of all my underpants!”

The pegasus nodded, unable to wipe the toothy grin off her face. Pinkie soon returned the smile, giving Fluttershy’s ankles a pat. “Ahh, things were simpler when it was me tormenting you all the time. You’ve turned into a naughty little monster in your own right.”

Fluttershy smiled, though more sweetly and warmly this time, rubbing Pinkie’s thigh with one of her feet. “You guys, and you especially, made me believe I was really worth something… that I was pretty, kind… even funny. I might never be a social butterfly but, I’ll never have to be shy like I was again. I can be… me.”

The two shared a quick kiss before Pinkie resumed watching the road ahead, though she still had quite a few talking points brewing up. “Social butterfly huh? What about the three butterflies on your thigh?,” Pinkie started spluttering, unable to stop herself laughing at her own joke, dignity be damned. “They’re pretty social, I mean, those three always hang around together.”

Fluttershy, however, was clearly unimpressed. “Harr harr. Why haven’t the balloons on your thigh gone down already? Is it because you’re always full of hot air?”

“Owwww. I think you’ve just deflated them…” Pinkie pulled her best sad puppy impression, down to the teary, watery blue eyes.

“Aww…” Fluttershy stroked the back of Pinkie’s mane, “I’m sure my butterflies will kiss your balloons all better.”

Both girls eventually collapsed into giggling at their respective immaturity, Pinkie particularly. “Heheh, funny, usually can’t carry cutie mark humor this far without referencing Applejack’s… apples.”

“It’s okay, sweetie. Those jokes are rotten to the core,” Fluttershy looked particularly pleased with herself for dropping that one. Now it was Pinkie’s turn to be unimpressed.

“Missy, I’ll turn this vehicle right around if you keep this up,” the party pony threatened with a stern eye. “And take you to comedy school. Nah, just kidding. We’re actually there! It’s… just up at the next exit.”

Fluttershy did feel a small pang of nervousness in her belly, though she was not quite sure why. This place obviously meant something special to Pinkie, and the act of being taken there was certainly one of utter affection. Maybe she really just hoped she could help make this memorable…
Pinkie’s navigation skills were surprisingly on point, the exit taking them to a small, dirtier road that lead up a winding incline, gravel crunching underneath the tires, always the telltale sign of somewhere seldom tread. It was darker up here, away from the street lights, and the trees were more crowded and confined. A mere minute or two driving more, and the subtle hooting of owls could faintly be heard over the rustling of wind through the leaves. Perhaps this would have been spooky for some, but they were both lucky in their own ways. Nothing about nature scared Fluttershy, and Pinkie was generally fearless as could be, even if it was more oblivious than brave. Besides, they weren’t just walking - even if that made it less exciting, albeit more novel.

It wasn’t long before they pulled to a gentle stop at near the edge of a plateau, front window facing out towards the city of Manehattan, in all its glory. From this height, it was hard to make out individual buildings, but that was part of the beauty. Even at this time of night, the city was alight in a dazzling display of different lights, almost as far as the eye could see. Something about it was… peaceful. So far away from the hustle and bustle, the noise and the stress, it no longer seemed like such a daunting, uncaring place. Even inside the vehicle, she could feel and smell the salty breeze of the sea, the sounds of the little waves lapping at the silent harbor. Peeking her head out her window, she could even see the further, still reaches of the ocean reflect the pale light of the moon. Though she always had the personal prefence of natural vistas and other such wild splendors, even she couldn’t deny how beautiful the view was. Though quite not as frequented as Canterlot or the Crystal Empire, they still had some fun memories in this city, thanks to Rarity at least.

Fluttershy’s eyes were still wide as they absorbed the full expanse of the cityscape, soaking in all the little details, every last landmark from the Mare of Liberty, to the famous drama district where they once saw Hinny of the Hills. “Wow Pinkie… how did you know about this place? It’s secluded to say the least.”

“Oooh, it was a long time ago. We never really left the farm much, so a trip to Manehattan was a big deal for us, and well, you know us…” Pinkie rolled her eyes. “We never really took the main road, always the shortcut, and well, we ended up here! It was the first time I’d ever been off the farm, and I’d never seen anything like it. Maybe I was just easily impressed cause I’d only ever seen the farmhouse until then but… do you like it?’
Fluttershy wrapped her arms around Pinkie, the two embracing in a tight hug. “Oh, of course I do, sweetie. It’s wonderful here, and that’s even without having you here to make it even better…”

The small amount of affection was enough to reignite urges that had been brewing the entire trip, so only mere seconds had passed before hands began to rummage places more and more private, gliding over one another’s bodies as the two met for a far deeper kiss than the one they shared earlier, wet tongues meeting and pushing into the warmth of eachother’s mouths, going for as much intimacy as they could. By the time the kiss was broken, a gooey string of saliva joined their respective lips.

“Heh, we’re gross,” Pinkie giggled, as Fluttershy found herself even more consumed in her urges, always the more animalistic of the two, suckling and nibbling noisily at her lover’s nape, making sure to leave as many toothy marks of ownership as she could. “Heheheheh, Shyyyy~ Hang on, cool your jets just a little, I owe you some vengeance for teasing me the entire way here with your feet.”

Fluttershy mournfully pulled herself away, pleading eyes likely wondering why their clothes haven’t been ripped off in a fit of lust yet. “Really? Can we at least just—“

“Nuhuh~” Pinkie wagged her finger. “You’re such a horny beast, and you taught me that animals have to have good behavior reinforced, while bad behavior must be met with a stern, but fair, response.”

The pegasus sighed, but a small giggle revealed she may have been willing to play along. “Okay, fine. Let me guess, you’re going to tickle me, bad?”

“Yuhuh!”

Fluttershy folded her arms, wiggling further into her seat. “Hmm, no. I’m too ticklish. I’m sorry but, I simply wouldn’t be able to take it, and that’s that,” she stated flatly.

“Excuuuse me?” Pinkie raised her eyebrows, looking skeptical. “Do you care to repeat that, Miss Shy?”

“Not budging.”

“Oh yes you are.”

“Make. Me.”

Fluttershy thought she had this won, but quickly considered herself a fool for thinking Pinkie would ever leave something like this sitting still. The speed at which the earth mare flung the door open and tromped around to her side of the car lit up her face with panic, of a playful variety, but panic nonetheless. She didn’t exactly lie, much as this style of play was becoming more commonplace and was quite fun in moderation, she knew Pinkie was going to drive her absolutely berserk, especially because she spent the whole trip teasing her. If she could scamper away just long enough… Pinkie would, in her chaotic, fleeting mindset, likely become entranced in some other idea and she’d be spared laughing until her face hurt.

The moment the door on her side was wrenched open, Fluttershy squirmed between the two front seats, fingers gripping to the backseat’s cushions, pulling herself over to them in a heartpounding frenzy. She was flexible, slippery, and proud of it, sliding into the vehicle’s back half with relative ease… until a strong hand grabbed her ankle.

“Bwahaha! Gotcha!” Pinkie snarled with laughter, fingers wrapped around the slender ankle, her other hand lowering itself downwards towards the physically terrified looking buttery yellow foot, curling and wrinkling itself in a pitiful display of self preservation as the set of fingers made sure that their intention was clear, squirming ticklishly before even reaching the flesh.

The fingers hungrily laid in to the writhing foot, leg kicking in Pinkie’s iron grasp as the tips of Fluttershy’s fingers futilely batted against the handle of the side door, hoping to flee into the bosom of nature for salvation, but she could not quite open the door, especially now that the giddy sensations shot up her leg, causing her to bubble with mirthful giggling.

“Nohohohoho… stohohopit yoohohouu bruhuhuute!” The pegasus reached for her discarded shoes and socks, flinging them back towards her captor. The sneaker whizzed right over the top of her mane, but one of the socks went right across her eyes, blinding her tormentor enough for her to try and scurry into the very back of the car where all their supplies were.

“Bwah!!” Pinkie called out in surprise, stumbling back, butt falling into the seat as Fluttershy slithered over the next set of seats. Alas, this time she felt both her ankles caught in the threatening grip, her whole body being dragged back as her smile of victory was replaced by a look of abject worry. Being turned onto her back, she was now loomed over by her partner, full set of pearly white teeth exposed in a predatory grin, eyes furrowed in determination.

“Yoooou’re miiiiiiiiiiine~” A pink finger tantalizingly trailed Fluttershy’s neck, scratching under her chin in an act of posession.

“Eek…” The pegasus glanced out the front window, seeing the view of the city once more. “HELP ME MANEHATTAN! SWEET CIVILIZATION!”

“Saaay iiit...” Pinkie licked her lips, mouth drooling, Fluttershy stammering in response.

“I’m… I’m… yours… I’m your prey… do with me as you wish…”

Following up, Pinkie took a long, wet lick of Fluttershy’s cheek. “Mmm… I will. Nobody will hear you scream out here, my little morsel. Grrrr.”
Fluttershy winced in pure, utter arousal, those words, those words hitting all the right places. To an outsider, this whole thing would have looked almost like a crime in progress, but deep down… just as much as Fluttershy loved fulfiling the fantasies of others, she discovered she had one of her own, one Pinkie was more than willing to oblige with. Yet another primal, animalistic urge that tied her to the creatures she cared for, predator/prey play drove her wild. The hunt, the chase, being caught, the tense atmosphere of fear, knowing it’d only be so long before the fangs sunk in and your body no longer belonged to you, but a ravenous beast in the form of a lover you had absolute trust in and affection for. Nothing made her feel more alive, and the experience wasn’t complete if it didn’t have a proper threat behind it, one she’d truly flee to avoid. Yes, she knew the tickling, in this particular case, would be far too much, Pinkie was unusually skilled at it, but rules were rules, and the promise of being a suffering toy only completed the fantasy, after all, there’d be no sense of delicious, primal fear, if threats were never made good on.
Pinkie finally tore her steely gaze off her captured victim, turning around in order to start fiddling with the headrest of the passenger seat, earning a quizzical look from Fluttershy, who did not yet see the intent. As it turned out, the headrests were adjustable, could be raised or lowered in height. Handy, especially if you were as tall as Applejack.

Once it had been raised to a suitable height, Pinkie turned to face Fluttershy, patting the newly formed gap between the two portions of the seat, obviously motioning to stick her legs through. Now she understood.

Still a stickler for the unspoken rules, she gingerly raised her legs, slotting them through the hole Pinkie generously provided, the seat slowly being lowered back down onto her ankles, which were now thoroughly trapped between the thankfully cushioned headrest and torso portion of the passenger seat. Giving her legs an experimental tug, she found them stuck fast, so her need for movement traveled to her feet instead, which scrunched and waved about. Where she was sitting, she couldn’t really see her feet too well, making them feel somewhat separated. She couldn’t see Pinkie too well now either, who sat in aforementioned passenger seat. The pegasus knew, she could feel it in her gut, that her feet were being gawked at, eyed hungrily, while all thoughts of sadistic thoughts crossed the mind the eyes belonged to, how to make them suffer so deliciously. If feet could blush from embarassment, hers would be rosey.

“Mmm, perfect! Now, gimme a seccy or two, just gonna fetch some stuff from the back,” Pinkie announced, opening her door and hopping outside, but not before planting a quick kiss on the big toes of either foot, which wriggled in response.

Of course, Pinkie didn’t keep her waiting long at all, naturally dashing back to what was the warmth of her seat complete with a built in pair of soft feet to toy with, but not without a good armful of stuff, proof enough that this whole scenario had been concocted before they even left Sugarcube Corner that afternoon. That did raise questions however…

“Pinkie… were you… umm…” The pegasus swished a lock of pink hair that fell over her left eye during the tussling behind her ear. “Planning to do this exact thing from the start? This was kinda… you know… spontaneous?”

“Silly! It was easy to see coming, I mean… all I had to assume was that you’d tease me on the long journey here, specifically with your feet, and then I’d have an excuse to punish you, to which you’d scurry away, and then I’d catch you, and then, being where you’re sitting, we’d stick your legs here. I mean c’mon!Pinkie explained casually, though to great detail. “Obvious turn of events, really.”

“…Riiiight… well, you’re not going to be too mean, are you?..” Fluttershy asked, giving her own best droopy lipped watery eyed puppy dog look, lethal to most, save for a fellow expert in the profession of rendering guilt with little more than a heartwrenching glance.

“Well Flutters, babe, apple of my eye, love of my life, dearest thing to me… I’d hate to lie to you,” Pinkie stated cheerily putting her armful of goodies in the seat next to her for easy access. What she was saying however, seemingly ended there. All that was heard from Fluttershy was a confused “umm.”

“Think I’ll start simple, yahknow? Just my fingy fangers… oh! Almost forgot!” Pinke leaned sideways, pulling a length of rope out of the bottom of her assorted playthings, pink fingers not-so-carefully fiddling with the yellow toes, eliciting tiny little whispery squeaks from their owner, wrapping the smooth, but nevertheless tight thread around both her big toes, trapping them together. At best, she could sort of sway both feet side to side, but even that was minimal, and would offer little protection from the coming stimulation.

“Miiight seem excessive… but let’s face it, I’ve seen you pick locks with your toes. Not lettin’ ya squirm out of your punishment! If you want kinky Pinkie to make your fantasies a reality, she’s gonna fulfill them, and go EVEN FURTHER!!!” the party pony exclaimed with bright, wide eyes. Fluttershy should have known, after all, ask Pinkie to bake you a pie, she’ll bake ten. Ask her to paint a piece of wood, she’ll paint your whole house. Plus she wasn’t wrong… her toes were dexterous to say the least, she could pick up a pencil and almost write legibly with them. Not only that, Pinkie and even a teenage Dash could probably recount just how mindblowingly exquisite her footjobs were. And that’s on females, who didn’t have a convenient pole of flesh to mess around with. But that didn’t matter, as for all their skill, they were just as vulnerable to being punished as anyone else’s. They were feet, after all.

“Well okie dokie lokie, my fingers are hungry for flesh, yah ready, ‘Shy?”

“Umm… no…”

“Great!”

“Waitholdonpleasejust-pffthehehehe! Piiinnkeeehehehe! eEeeenonononohoho—“ Fluttershy spluttered, ruining her usual graceful look by spluttering spittle against the back of the seat in surprise, chortling and giggling as her hand slapped across her eyes, the other one clutching her tummy, lips quivering with giddiness, all while an experienced set of pink fingers lightly carressed the soles of her feet, tracing every smooth line they could follow.

For all of Fluttershy’s barefooting, Pinkie sure loved how silky and warm these feet were. The magic of pegasi, she supposed, or maybe everything Flutter-related was just delicious to the touch. Her hands trailed down the sides of the feet as the soles reflexively scrunched, showing off every delightful wrinkle she’d spend the next length of time teasing with borderline unbearable titilation. For someone not born with the fetish, Pinkie could sure appreciate the beauty of her lover’s peds. Maybe one would think she was almost jealous Dash beat her to the chase when it came to indulging herself on these, when in fact it was the opposite. She loved her friends so much, and feet this yummy, why, how could she not be willing to share, even now?