Anon is your name, traveling is your game. You got the job as Fleur de Lis's assistant while she goes on her tours because of this. You really are living the dream. Working with the number one mare in terms of beauty in 4 different fashion magazines 5 years in a row, and seeing the world.
Surprisingly, unlike other Canterlot asswipes, she is kind and generous. Today, you are in the city of Vanhoover, and currently helping her get ready for Rarity's fashion show, as she recently took Vanhoover by storm with a new fashion line. More specifically, giving her your best pedicure.
"Anon, I just wanted to thank you, you're even better at this than Fancy Pants!" the supermodel chirps, a heavy Prench accent apparent in her voice.
“Not a problem Fleur, happy to help.”
She places her left foot in your hand after you finish the right one. You wonder why she would ever need a pedicure. Both of her feet are full of natural beauty and the softness only a goddess could have. Resisting having the littlest taste of them is hard, but you persevere. As much as you loved her feet, you both wanted and needed this job. Going down on her feet would get you fired.
You finish up on her left foot, satisfied with your work. You carefully lift her feet out of the tub and press a towel into her soles. You dry her feet slowly, savoring it as much as possible. Your finger touches her beautiful, now pedicured sole for a split second, much to your enjoyment. Slightly disappointed, you finish up drying her soles.
"My, Anon, what a wonderful job you did! I'm glad I hired you!"
“Heh, just doing my job,” you say, quite proud of yourself. "Are you ready to go? The show starts in an hour,” Fleur reminds you. You nod and she puts on her heels, doing a little twirl in her diamond encrusted dress.
"Do I look ok?"
“Absolutely gorgeous, Fleur,” you say, knowing damn well she doesn’t need any of this to be. She smiles and blushes slightly, then leads you out of the hotel into her...carrousine? Limo-carriage? That's not the point.
You climb in with her, enjoying the ride. Even though you could not stop trying to peek at her poor, heavenly feet, trapped in uncomfortable high heels. Eventually you get to the fashion show, and being the generous person she is, Fleur got you a chance to walk on the red carpet with her. And a front row seat.
You both smile and wave at the paparazzi as you walk past, taking in the adoration and cheers from them.
Rarity meets you both at the reception area. "Come, Fleur, everyone else, the show starts in a few minutes!" the fashion-crazy seamstress exclaims, beckoning along her entourage of other girls.
You swear you've seen a few of these girls before. One has ice-blue hair and looks younger than the rest, somewhat like an intern, or an assistant. Another one looks like she does not want to be here, with long, flowing pastel pink hair and shy-looking eyes. The last one with the rainbow hair you vaguely remember, she didn't look or sound like she was a fashion type, but she was always willing to be there for a friend.
And....the princess of friendship?!
Too late, they've already disappeared backstage. So you go and take your seat, and the show begins. Fleur comes out first, and the lighting makes her dress look even more splendid than it did back at the hotel. But, even so, her feet were too alluring not to look at. She does quite a sexy pose, smiles at you, then walks backstage once again.
You cheer for her with the crowd, and enjoy the rest of the show. How can life get better than this? Watching so many amazing looking girls in THOSE kinds of dresses...You gotta hand it to Rarity, she did damn well.
You meet Fleur in the reception area. "Anon, how did I do? I felt a little unsteady..." she asks, nervously.
You shake your head, “Nonsense Fleur, you looked beautiful up there!”
She blushes again. "You always know exactly what to say. Now how about we get back to the hotel?"
“Of course, let's go relax,” you reply, following her. You both ride the...whatever the vehicle is called to the hotel. The whole ride, you can't help but look at Fleur and tell she knows something. You arrive at the hotel and make a silent journey back to your room.
She goes in with you, takes off her heels, and sits on the bed. "Anon, may I talk to you?" she asks, beckoning you over. Doing your best to keep your nerves steady, you nod.
“What is it, Fleur?”
"Well...on stage, I saw you staring directly at my feet...was there something off about them?” your supermodel boss asks you, looking you directly in the eye.
“No, no...don't worry, they were perfect.”
"Anon...tell me the truth. If there was nothing off about them...then you must really like my feet to be staring at them for so long. Do you?"
“…I can't deny it anymore, I do. A lot,” you sigh. So much for the job you have. Surprisingly, she smiles at you and pats your shoulder. "You know what, Anon? I think you've been doing an amazing job these last few months."
You nod, face red, “I’m only too happy to help.”
"I think it's time for a little bonus..." She wiggles her perfect toes and crosses her legs, “Go ahead, have some fun with them." You don't need to be asked twice.
You grab her right foot, squeezing it tightly and taking in every little detail of it. You gently stroke her foot, from heel to toe, savoring the amazing softness. No need to rush it, right?
You put both of her feet into your lap, taking in the slight aroma of perfume. You put her left foot on your cheek, nuzzling it with your nose. Fleur snickers a bit, "Wow, Anon, I never thought you could like such an insignificant body part of mine so much..." You put your fingers between her toes on her left foot, and put your nose between her toes on her right.
“Mmmm...uh huh…” you moan out. Her toes curl on your fingers and over your nose, pinching it slightly. You let your tongue out and drag it slowly up her right foot. It twitches and curls as your tongue caresses it gently, not leaving one wrinkle or toe space untasted.
She pulls her right foot away and pulls her left foot off your fingers, wiggling her toes in front of your face. "What about this one, Anon?"
She smiles and blushes heavily as you manage to fit four of her toes into your mouth. Your tongue explores between her toes and under them, relishing every bit of her wonderful taste. You start licking her last toe and, not wanting her right foot to be unattended, massage it carefully with both hands. You take a long lick of her left sole, making sure to get every area of her foot, as you did with the right one.
Now you know what heaven feels like.
She lifts her feet to your face and wiggles her toes over your cheeks, much to your enjoyment. They're so warm and tasty...
Suddenly the door is knocked on, and you quickly pull yourself away from her feet.
She jerks her legs back, trying to look normal. The rainbow haired girl you saw at the fashion show barges in excitedly. "Come to the restaurant, Fleur, there's free food and Rarity wants to talk to you!!" She slams the door shut.
You sigh in disappointment. "Aww, don't worry Anon, we can do this again sometime..." She seductively grins at you.
You nod and kiss both of her divine soles.
“Alright, guess we'd better go then…”
You both leave the room for a feast.
Author's Note
At this point I thought I was getting better. Looking back, that was a cruel blueball at the end...