You run across the snowy roads of Ponyville, in your normal summer (and all seasons) outfit...cargo shorts and a t-shirt. Looks and warmth...who needs 'em? Well, you're going to find out that both of them are a little more important than you think later on.
It's the early morning, and it's snowing pretty hard. You're going to see your friend Fluttershy, and the both of you are going to take the train to Canterlot in the late afternoon to watch the annual Hearth's Warming Eve play. She once participated in the play with her other five friends, however reluctantly. And she did a damn good job of it.
You wave to any of the your friends in this toen who are even out in this ice-barrage this early in the morning. You've got mad respect for whoever shovels and clears the roads in this kind of weather. You don't care that you're from New York back home, and that you don't feel low temperatures, because you don't want to get stuck and frozen to your soul. Plus, you wouldn't be able to see Fluttershy.
You stop by Sugarcube Corner, grab a hot baguette, and eat it on your way to the cottage at the edge of the Everfree Forest. Celestia knows why Flutters would live so close to a place she fears the most...
You run across the bridge over the icy creek that separates her cottage from Ponyville, and knock on the door quickly. After a minute or two of rustling, bear grunts and bunny thumps, she manages to answer the door, yawning and peeking outside. "A-anon? Y-you're kind of early, you know..."
You couldn't help but chuckle at the messy state of her thick, pink hair. She blushes hard, but before she can say anything, you say, "Oh, sorry Flutters, I was just excited to see you again."
And it was true. You've told Fluttershy many times about your attraction to her, but she's always turned you down politely, on the grounds that she would have no time for you with all the animals. Judging by what you see her deal with on a daily basis, and that whole thing with the Pony of Shadows a while ago, you can tell she was being honest. You decided to let it go, and she was more than ok being friends...although you could call your relationship 'friends with benefits, but not too many benefits'. She always accepted your compliments about her looks, and happily.
The good thing is, she was more than comfortable around you since you never really made a move on her. She's changed in front of you, let you do her makeup, and since she knew of your love for her feet, on occasion let you play with them as a thank you. And the level at which she took care of her feet was unfathomable. They were silky and smooth down to the last inch of skin, flexible and agile as the wings of a pegasus, and they were just the right size to drive you wild in your mind.
And how sensitive they were...
Fluttershy beckons you into her home, derailing your train of thought. You nod, shuffling past her to the cozy insides of her little cottage. There was a fire roaring, a great many species snoring away beside it, and...your friend was wearing an Antla Claus hat, a tight crop-top of the same style, exposing her flat, trim belly, and a bit of her angelic-looking cleavage, and a short skirt in the red-and-white style as well, allowing for a great view of her legs, and her socked feet.
Your face turns red as you try not to pay attention to her festive outfit, and remove your snow covered boots, going to sit on her couch. "S-so, Anon, how has everything been? I h-hope you dont mind me still in my PJs..." she says, sitting back on her little sofa. You smile and shake your head.
Fluttershy and you spend a great many hours discussing things such as animals, the state of affairs in Equestria, and recount hilarious stories of her past, such as when she stole the princess's pet phoenix. Both of you chuckling, with hot cocoa in hand, however, did not notice how much time had passed, nor did you two realize that the level of snow had reached above the windows...
After the fun time you two had, Fluttershy looks at her watch, eyes wide. "Oh, oh my, we m-must go or we will be late! I-I'll get dressed, Anon, and you get ready too!" she exclaims, running upstairs in her rather lewd sleeping clothes. Dammit, you thought to yourself, if only you hadn't been yapping the whole time with her, you probably could have had some fun with her feet...
Regardless, you put on your snow boots once again, and like a gentleman, you wait for your lady-friend, who's just come downstairs in a thick coat and pair of snow pants. "L-let's go now," Fluttershy says, pushing on the door, "w-wait, Anon, did you lock this? It won't open..."
You're confused, you didn't touch the door ever since you came in. You grab the handle and try to push either of the double doors open, but neither of them budge. Then, you push with all your might, but still nothing moves. Meanwhile, your shy yellow friend is peeking out the window, covering her mouth. "N-no...the weather...it's so bad, w-were trapped in here!" she gasps. You then look outside, and all you see is whiteness. You were snowed in with Fluttershy.
You don't have nearly enough strength to push the doors or windows open under the heavy snow, so you try to lead her to one of the upstairs windows to jump out into the cold. It's a futile attempt, though, as she's far too afraid of heights to risk the jump. "W-we...we can't go, Anon, I-I'm sorry...I w-was really excited too..." she says, her head hanging dejectedly. You sigh, explaining to her that it's ok, and you'll explain things to her friends later.
"O-oh, I know...let's g-go enjoy the fire instead...I'll get us some blankets!" Flutters squees. That noise always forced you to smile, you couldn't help it. Soon, your friend returns with two heavy blankets, and grabs your hand, leading you downstairs to her couch once again. You blush slightly at the softness, and the tight grip, of her delicate hand, but you follow her.
Both of you sit down by the fire, no longer worried about the play, and continue to sip your cups of hot cocoa, quietly and happily discuss more things, like good recipes, her animal sanctuary, and the time she helped cure the Zebrican resident of the town of a strange disease called Swamp Fever.
Before long, though, despite her funny and interesting stories, her melodious voice is making you tired, and her figure from earlier today in her Hearth's Warming outfit is making your mind wander.
"....and finally, th-the two families settled their differences and respected the animals in the valley," she finishes, but your eyes are closed now, and you're in a deep sleep. She giggles, because you've told her time and time again that her voice is like a lullaby to you. Fluttershy, in all her kindness, wraps your blanket around you tighter, and places an extra pillow under your head.
When you wake up, you notice that the lights are off, and her Hearth's Warming tree is lit, with many little colored lights and a great variety of festive ornaments. The fire had gone out, yet it was still rather warm inside, despite the snow piles blocking your exit. You rub your eyes, pushing the blanket off you, and then you spot a figure leaving a large box by the tree.
The figure turns towards you quickly, scratching the back of its head, and talks in a voice you immediately recognize. "O-oh...Anon...y-youre finally awake..." Fluttershy softly whispers. You decide to turn on a lamp next to the couch. And then...you saw her. She was back in her revealing, red and white festive outfit.
"I-I thought...it was warm enough in here...s-so I changed a little bit...if that's ok with you..." she murmurs, smiling at you innocently and tilting her head. You grin from ear to ear, more than content with her sexy gift-giving get-up. You get off the couch and sit down by the tree, observing her leaving all the gifts out. There were labels for Angel Bunny (he clawed your nuts once), Harry the Bear (a total bro), and many of her other animals, and some even for Fluttershy herself...but none for you? The hell is that? Yeah, you know, that's selfish and all...you shouldn't be whining.
Fluttershy speaks up when she sees you eyeing the presents. "U-um, Anon, y-you won't see your name on any of these...b-but I did get you something special..." You perk up at hearing her say that. Maybe it was the new Daring Do book, or maybe it was one of those Princess Ember plushes you've wanted so badly. Who knows? Fluttershy never let you down before.
She sits on the couch, beckoning you over. Only when she puts her legs up and lays on her side do you notice that her feet are wrapped up in neat, large red bows. There’s even a tag attached to her right foot that reads ‘Anonymous’.
“M-my gift to you…Anon…Y-you can have them…and have me…Happy Hearth’s Warming…” Fluttershy smiles down at you. You can hardly believe this is happening, your heart is beating fast, and you’re sweating like a white mouse in a tampon factory. “I-I’ll make the time for you…go ahead, open your present…” she finishes. Her dainty yellow toes wiggle below the bows. You get up onto the couch, lifting her legs and laying them over your lap.
Your hands tremble as they slowly unfasten the ribbons covering your new playthings, teasing yourself as more and more of each of her feet are revealed. When the last of the second bow falls off, you hold her right foot and notice something: her feet are a little smaller than average, newly pedicured and taken care of, obviously by experts, and had a light smell of a spring day to them.
When you run your hand over the soles, you find that the skin is incredibly smooth, no cracks, no callouses to be found. The arch has a wonderfully curvy surface, and the flesh has an amazing amount of give. Your hands carefully grab onto her toes, pulling them back and forth, and note how flexible they are.
Meanwhile, while your hands keep hold of what you’ve explored many times, but with a renewed passion and sense of ownership, Fluttershy is biting her lip and holding back giggles. Your fingers travel over the tops of her feet, making their way over her ankles and pressing into her heels, causing her feet to flex and eliciting little chortles from her.
You're already rock hard down there, and you ache to feel her silky feet wrapped around your pulsing length, but you need to enjoy this moment. So you stare into her beautiful teal eyes and begin to trace your fingers up and down her right sole. Fluttershy clenches her fists and begins to laugh, filling your ears with both soothing and arousing giggles. You smirk at her, she can no longer keep up her seductive smile. You wrap your arms around her ankles, holding them both still so you can drive your fingers into them with ease, and drive her sensitive skin wild with ticklish sensations.
Fluttershy's feet wiggle around in your iron grip, and her laughing is getting loud, well, at least loud by her standards. As time goes by, your nails exploring every inch of her soles, you can feel them beginning to sweat, making it even easier for your fingers to glide up and down and dig deeper into her flesh. By this time, tears are falling from her eyes, and she's pounding the arm of the couch with her fist, unable to free her defenceless feet from your grip.
You decide to give her blushing, tender feet a break when you notice her laughing go silent. Fluttershy gasps for air for a while, but you let her feet rest for a bit too long, because she takes the opportunity to jerk her feet from your loosened grip. You start to protest, wanting to say that they're yours and you were having fun, but she quickly covers your mouth with her sideways-facing left foot. You moan immediately into her sole, sending slight vibrations through it and making her stifle a titter.
She's regained her seductive smile, folding her small arms over her larger, plush breasts, and that's all that it takes to get you under her spell. You immediately plant your lips onto her arch with vigour, tasting the slight amount of sweat that formed when you were tormenting her. Her toes curl, pressing into your cheek, as you hold her foot tightly, and passionately kiss the blushing sole all over.
After getting your fill of the taste of her left sole, your hands pull her foot, glistening with saliva, away from your face, and make their way to her right to give it the same treatment, but Fluttershy has other plans. She pulls her right foot away from your grip, a blush very apparent on her face, and places her sole on your face, pinching your nose between her big and second toes. “D-don’t use your tongue, Anon…j-just let me do the work now…” she stutters, rubbing her foot up and down your chin.
Despite you wanting desperately to taste more of the sweet bottom of her foot, you decide to accept what she’s trying to do. She blows a kiss at you before moving her warm, soft sole down onto your neck, and wiggling her toes on her left foot invitingly, signaling for you to hold it.
You comply, and grab onto her left foot, feeling the slickness from your saliva earlier, as Flutters teasingly traces her warm little foot down your chest, causing your heart to race. You can’t help yourself and remove your shirt when her foot reaches your belly, and her toes push upwards under your shirt and onto your abs.
She rests her head in her hands, her right foot finally reaching your crotch, pressing the supple surface down, and rubbing the tent in your shorts up and down, causing you to groan in pleasure. “Y-you like that, Anon? D-don’t worry…Fluttershy will take care of you…” she says softly, her left foot gripping onto your zipper and pulling it down.
Her dexterous yellow feet continue to work your legwear off, and you watch how well she does this with amazement. Your member springs from its confines once she grips your boxers and pulls them down, already dripping with pre. She blushes and her eyes widen for a bit, as she says “O-oh my...” but then her face returns to its seductive state, and she slowly rubs her soles against one another, spreading your saliva evenly over both.
You motion for your new girlfriend to move on, barely able to wait any longer for this, and she obliges, wrapping her warm, immensely soft arches around your twitching cock. It feels so incredibly caring, so welcoming, as her soles begin gliding up and down your length with ease, pleasuring you delicately yet with just the right amount of force. You’re unable to stop the groans of pleasure as her toes gently cradle your sack.
She giggles slightly at your dick’s rapid throbbing, trying to keep pleasuring you without succumbing to the light ticklish sensations. But she perseveres, gripping your shaft with her left set of toes and holding it still, tracing the ball of her right foot up and down the side of your leaking cock. The pre dripping from you allows her soles to become even more slick, so they can slide up and down your length more and more easily.
Fluttershy holds your member still for a few moments with all ten of her adorable, flexible toes, and then places her right sole on your sack once again, pressing down gently and forcing a grunt of pleasure out of you, while fitting your shaft between each of her toes on her left. You clench your fists and shut your eyes, trying to hold back an impending orgasm with all your might, so you can enjoy this as long as possible.
“Y-you don’t have to hold back, Anon, sweetie...j-just let it all out,” Fluttershy says in a gentle, soothing voice. To emphasize her point, she begins rubbing her right sole directly on the head of your length, causing you to jolt, open your eyes, and spurt a little bit of pre directly on her delicate foot. Her feet both wrap around your cock one last time, gliding up and down at the same time, until you’re unable to take it anymore.
You groan in pure pleasure as her arches hug firmly around your member and slide up and down, unloading a very heavy stream of white all over her dexterous, soft, and supple feet. Her toes twitch around you each time she feels a spurt of your essence on her sensitive soles, and her face is beet red, just like yours. However, she makes sure you feel full satisfaction, her feet continuing to rub up and down on your cock until you’re fully milked dry. "O-oh my...Y-you must have loved this a little too much..." Fluttershy whispers.
You gasp, panting very hard to catch your breath. Even in your lightheaded state, you marvel at the sight of Fluttershy's feet. Two soles, blushing red, with a good amount of semen leaking down to the heels and between the toes. If this is a dream, you never want to wake up.
Fluttershy keeps her warm, adorable feet pressed firmly into your lap, much to your pleasure, and then her pet bear Harry comes into the room, offering you both more hot cocoa. You nod your thanks to him, and spend the rest of the evening absentmindedly playing with your new toys, and talking and laughing with Fluttershy while opening gifts.
-End
Author's Note
If you are reading this, happy Hearths Warming. Fluttershy's feet sure had a white Christmas, Hearths Warming, whatever...