Your name is Anon Yancy Mous, and you are a wanna-be cake boss. One day, at home, you were browsing 4chan, next thing you know, the room flashed white, and you found yourself in the lovely land of Equestria.
It was exactly as the show portrayed it, except there were no ponies, there were humans. 30 minutes after arriving, you gave up any desire to return to Earth, and you currently have a job at Bon Bon's Bakery. At the moment, you two are baking a very large cake for Cheerilee and Big Mac's wedding.
"Anon, hand me the pink icing,“ your boss says.
"Sure thing Bonnie."
You've grown to really like your boss. She was nice, she was hot, and she paid you well. One day, you noticed something.
You were walking around Ponyville, and you saw her in pink and blue flip flops. You only wish you got a longer glance at her pretty feet...
No more reminiscing, it's time for work. You two put the finishing touches on the three foot tall cake, as well as the figures. Gordon Ramsey would be impressed. "Wow Anon, that's top notch!! Good job!!" Bon Bon says.
"Thanks Bonny, I'm sure they'll like it."
Not a moment too soon do you two finish, Pinkie Pie bounces in to grab the cake. Bonny was known for making wedding cakes instead of birthday ones, so Pinkie went to you two to plan the wedding.
"Thanks you two, and here!" Pinkie shouts.
She's suddenly gone with the cake, and a little piece of parchment floats down. You should ask Pinkie how she did that. You pick up the parchment,
‘Big Macintosh and Miss Cheerilee cordially invite you to their wedding, on Hearts and Hooves day.’
Bon Bon chimes in, ”Oooh, we get to go too?"
"Looks like it."
"Alright, that's tomorrow! I want you to hang out down here, ok?" she asks. Before you can respond, she rushes upstairs. After a minute or two, she returns....in a powder blue dress, with blue and yellow pieces of candy at the hem, a pink topaz silver necklace, and...some pink and blue flats. How you wish you could see her without those flats.
"Well? How's this for the wedding?" she asks, doing a little twirl. "Bonny, you look incredible." You say with a smile. She snatches you into a quick hug, which you return. You both notice it's closing time.
"Closing time Anon, so I'll see you tomorrow here? We'll go to the wedding together?"
"Why of course Bonny."
She smiles brightly and hands you your bag of bits for the week, you notice she included extra. Weird, but how can you complain? You head on home, waiting in joyful hope about attending the wedding with the apple of your eye. Or Bon Bon.
The next day, you get changed into your best suit and tie, and put on your cologne, strutting your stuff over to your favorite baker's confectionary and house.
You knock on her door, and she answers with a cheerful look on her face, in her amazingly beautiful outfit. You try to ignore her new sandals. "Anon, you came! Oh, by the way, the flats I was wearing were hurting me, so I switched to these sandals. They still look good, right?" Bonnie inquires.
She wiggles her toes in them to test them out once again, and you look at them for a brief moment, then tear your gaze away from those cream soles.
"Actually, they look better than your flats."
You must have said the right thing, since she let out a 'yay!'. "Ok, let's go, there isn't too much time!" You walk as close to Bon Bon as possible without looking like you're head over heels for her. You eventually arrive at the wedding, and take a seat together as you watch the matrimony presided over by none other than Princess Celestia herself.
With Bon Bon swinging her legs back and forth slightly, it's hard to pay any real attention to the wedding, since you keep catching glances of her peds.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Princess Celestia says, and the kiss is shared between the strong farmer and the local teacher. You and Bon Bon, along with everyone, applaud. Later, the reception, obviously planned by Pinkie, starts, and everyone is dancing together.
"Hey Anon...I don't have a dancing partner like everyone else….” your boss says, awkwardly looking down.
"Neither do I,” you say, offering your hand.
"Would you, Bonny, give me the honor of dancing with you?"
She giggles and gives you her hand. "Of course, my prince." You blush slightly, and you two get to dancing like all the rest of the guests. While you hold her delicate hand, Bonny looks into your eyes.
"Anonymous...you've been working for me for about a year now...right?"
"Y-yeah?"
"And we've had our share of accidental bumps into each other, hugs, and now we're dancing together happily, right?"
"Bonny....if you're asking what I think you're asking...then yes. I'd love to date you."
She smiles and her face flushes red. You feel quite happy too.
Eventually, you two sit down for a while with a glass of wine, some cake, and some more food, and guests constantly come over to your table and compliment the cake. As the wedding is about to end, you're both feeling exhausted.
"Anon...I'm tired, let's go home...." she pants out.
"Alright Bonny, I agree..." you nod, legs feeling weak and painful.
You walk her to her house, arm in arm. "Well Bonny, I'll see you tomorrow?" you ask. She grabs your arm as you leave, and you turn around. "Wait...why don't you stay here the night? I mean, your house is kinda far..." Bonnie offers.
You happily accept her offer and walk upstairs into her constantly sweet-smelling house. She undoes her sandals and lays on the couch. You try not to stutter or blush.
"Um...hey Bonny, you look tired there....do you want me to ease the tension of today and give you a rub?" you ask, instantly regretting it.
"Nonny...that'd be great, but are you sure? My feet really need a good rub down and I don't want to gross you out..."
"No, no, it's fine, anything for you, ok?"
"Thanks Anon, come onto my couch."
You sit on the couch, and grab her feet. You can honestly say these are the most tender, sweet-smelling feet you've laid your hands on. Also, they're the only feet you've touched. Bon Bon looks at you questioningly as you just hold her feet on the couch.
"Are you going to rub, or are you just going to hold my feet in place?" she questions, a suspicious look on her face.
You quickly snap out of it and start rubbing her goddess-esque feet, being careful not to let her feet touch anywhere between your legs. She sighs heavily, “Y-you're a master at this...where...did you learn how to do this?"
You start working on her toes, cracking each one carefully, and Bon Bon moans softly. "Just naturally came to me I guess..." you reply.
"Please don't stop..."
You see no reason to stop rubbing the pain in these divine soles away. You slowly lower your head down to her toes as she closes her eyes. You carefully and quietly sniff her soles.
They smell of a lovely mixture of cake frosting and sweat. She suddenly sinks into the couch more, moving her feet forward.
One of her eyes open, and she pushes her right sole forward more, as if inspecting something on your crotch.
You freeze up.
Your brain tries to think of a plan, to no avail, you've just gotten your first girlfriend and now you're going to lose her…but her feet press down on the tent in your pants.
"Anon? Are you...well...into this?" she whispers to you.
You sigh, seeing no way out of this, ”…yes..."
"So does this mean...you like my feet?" Bonnie blushes, wiggling her toes.
"Yeah...sorry…” you mutter out an apology.
”You don't have to be, I don't mind."
You perk up at this. ”You really don't?"
She shakes her head. "Nonny...happy Hearts and Hooves Day." She presses her feet into the bulge even harder.
"But first....prove you love my feet."
She presses them on your face. You are in heaven. Wasting no more time, you start dragging your tongue over her smooth right instep. You grab her left ankle and pull it into your face as hard as you can. You deeply inhale that intoxicating cake frosting and sweat aroma.
You greedily fit all 5 toes of her left foot into your mouth and suck hard. She moans quietly in pleasure. Taking that as a sign of permission to keep going, you explore her arch with your tongue, relishing the sweet taste of her foot.
You grab her right foot and take a long lick from her heel all the way to her big toe, and she giggles a bit.You put your fingers between her toes on her left foot and explore every nook and cranny on her right foot with your tongue, giving it a good coat of your saliva. She slowly traces her feet down your face, popping her toes out of your mouth, much to your disappointment.
She realizes this and unbuttons and removes your shirt, tracing her soft, smooth soles down your chest and over your stomach. She finally stops at your diamond hard erection. She decides to be a tease and very slowly unzip and remove your pants, and your mind is completely clouded with images and taste of her feet.
She finally removes your boxers, pressing both her heels into your length, slowly stroking up and down. She decides to move her soles to your painfully throbbing erection, and squeeze it between them, causing lots of pre to leak over the tops and soles of her feet. You're now moaning nonstop. She has a very easy time sliding your cock between her glistening soles due to the tongue bath they received earlier.
Bon Bon curls her toes around your length and holds it for a while.
"P-please...more..." You beg.
She obliges and traces the balls of her feet over the tip. You're getting very close. She brings her soles to the tip and squeezes it gently, pushing you over the edge.
You begin to shoot your load over her precious soles. She smiles as much of your seed leaks over her feet, knowing she made you cum quite hard. After what feels like hours, you finally finish cumming, and you feel drained.
"Was that good, Nonny? Should I do it again sometime?" she asks, stroking you until you’re empty.
You nod emphatically, and she gets up from the couch, not bothering to wash her feet, and beckons you to her room. She climbs into bed, and you follow. She makes sure to have her feet touch your legs.
You give zero fucks that you just came on them, you take her into your arms and fall asleep with her.
Author's Note
My third story ever. I was always unsure of this one, but regardless, hope you enjoy.