Gypsy of Hearth's Warming Presents
'Loyalty binds us and makes us strong...honesty shows that we belong...'
You, the coolest kid in Canterlot High, Anonymous, could never escape that carol. Everywhere you went, including the open-air market you were in now, you heard that one ridiculous Hearth's Warming song. But that's not why you were here. You were here to get a gift befitting your future lady, Rarity. Perhaps, if you were to get something nice enough, you'd get YOUR most desired presents...hidden in those beautiful high heels of hers.
You almost felt bad for that little talking purple dog, though. Almost.
You browsed through the outdoor market, taking in all the glorious sights of the decorations, and the Aurora/Bori/Alice antlers worn by the young ones, and sighed deeply.
"A new iPone XS...I'll come back when I'm a billionaire, perhaps a new case? How cliche can I get?"
Really, you weren't the richest man on the planet. Although Rarity has a spirit more generous than you've ever witnessed before, she still appreciated the finer things in life. How were you going to get something that nice for less than a hundred bits?
"A Hearth's Warming ornament...come on, Anon, what kind of crappy gift is that?? Maybe some sort of new piece of clothing? No, that'd just be creepy..."
You were starting to get a little bit desperate here. All your gift ideas were lame as hell...you wish you could be like that crazy blonde parks lady on TV. What were you to do, with the meager amount of cash you had from your crappy job as a pizza delivery driver?
After grabbing a Colta Cola from the vending machine nearby, you sat down to think. You had to think of something pretty quickly, as you only had two days left until Hearth's Warming. And you could NOT just offer her a foot rub as a gift, like some awful love story.
But then you remembered that there was an expert on this sort of stuff, that knew Rarity better than Rarity knew herself. Pinkamena Diane Pie. You knew that she worked at a diner nearby, and if she was working today, you could get advice!
You charged half a mile to get to the diner, only to find out that it was closed for the next four days...and it had a sign in the window that read, "Sorry! Boss says we all get a vacation! Come back for our extra-creamy peppermint-chocolate pie soon! Signed, Pinkie."
You groaned, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead, and walked back to the market. This was hopeless. Absolutely hopeless. Either you came up with something fine but cheap, or Rarity wouldn't even notice you.
It was then, however, when you were lost in thought, that you wandered into a part of the market you had not been to before. It looked mostly like the rest of the market, kids running around screaming, Hearth's Warming songs blaring through speakers...except you noticed a very odd, occult-looking tent at the very end of the lines of stalls. Curiously, you had a look at the sign in front of it.
"Need to put your best foot forward for what is yet to come? Madame P.P. tells your future, only five bits!" you read out loud. You never believed in that sort of voodoo-psychic-stuff, but...the giant moving eyeball on the front of the sign was staring at you like you were the best thing since that #Sweetfeet trend a few months ago.
Before you go in, you smile, take a moment of silence, and in your head, thank Vignette Valencia for getting those pictures. You were now ready.
You wandered into the ominous-looking tent on the side of the road, leaving the hustle and bustle of the holiday market behind. Strangely, when you closed the flap of the tent, the sounds of the busy outdoors were completely silenced.
"Is...is anyone in here?" you asked, cautiously. It was so dark in the tent, dark enough to mimic your mother's heart and soul. But strangely, it was...warm, unlike the outside, which was in the negatives. You also noticed that there was incense burning, and it smelled like...cake frosting?
Suddenly, a bright blue glow burst from the center of the room, and you shielded your eyes for a moment. When it was over, the tent was filled with a soft cyan light, and you were staring directly in the face of....Pinkie Pie?!
"What the-Pinkie, what on Faust's green earth are you doing in here??" you inquired. You really needed to stop questioning her, she was just being Pinkie Pie. But it was too late to back out of this now.
"Weeeellll, I wanna get a superfantasmic fun big gift for Pound and Pumpkin Cake, but I have so few bits! After asking 'Hey, Twinkie-Pinkie, what can ya do that people want around Hearth's Warming for a few extra bits, I thought of that time where Twilight tried to prevent a future disas-"
You covered her mouth quickly, thanking your lucky stars that you did before you lost hours to her talking. "Yes, yesyesyes, Pinks, I got it, heh..." you said, sighing. She pulled her mouth off your hand, standing up tall. She was talking about what exactly she was doing here, but you were barely listening. Her outfit was...unbelievably revealing, for a fortune-teller.
A jeweled turban with a purple feather was wrapped tightly around her head. On top of that was a tiny little red and white hat, obviously to symbolise Hearth's Warming. She also wore a purple and gold scarf, and a pair of dangling crescent earrings. But everything below...
There was only a purple and gold bra, allowing much of her large bust to be seen, and a pair of matching panties. As enticed as you were by her bouncing breasts, the things you really wanted a look at...were at the ends of her legs.
Unfortunately, she sat back down too fast for you to get a good look at them, and hid them under the table she was sitting at. You sat down, cross-legged as well, keeping something of yours well hidden.
"-and after I had those three corn dogs, here I am!!" Pinkie finally finished, gasping for breath. You snapped back to attention in response.
"Uh, uh, so, uhh...you can...tell the future? Don't you have to wait for your..Pinkie Sense?" you stuttered out, forcing yourself to keep your eyes off her jiggling breasts.
"Oh, no silly, I can do it without that, easy-peasy-feetsy-squeezy!"
You started to sweat a little at her wording, but you tossed five bits her way. Truth be told, you were torn between wanting to see what gift you were going to give to your crush, the most popular girl in the universe, Rarity, and wanting to just get out before you did something you regret...and staying here, lunging out and tickling her until she was pinker than she already was.
"Is...that enough to tell my future?" you said, forcing yourself to look her in the eyes...the adorable sky blue eyes that just light up the room.
She nodded. "Okey dokey lokey! Nowww, let's get to work...Look deeeeep into the crystal ball, for soon it will reveal all..."
Her concentration deepened and her smile widened as she waved her hands over the surface of the faceted orb, and it began to shine with a supernatural-looking brightness.
"Ahhh, yes, I see something...a vision of the future...I see...YOU, Anon...and I see...myself, and I am making sure...you get the perfect gift..."
You scooted forward, feeling something under the table press against your shin by accident. You knew exactly what it was.
"Y-yeah? Wha? You're...going to come with me to help?" you stammered, your heart racing. Even through your snow garments, you felt the warmth of her...her precious pink sole.
"Hmmmmmmmm...." Pinkie mused, rubbing her chin. As she looked over the orb, you noticed that her foot...seemed to be trailing up your leg. And her other foot was on its way, to being dangerously close to a very tight area in your trousers.
"Can you...nngh...see anything...?" you tried not to groan out. You failed, though, when you felt both of her soles meet...directly on your shaft, through the fabric. You couldn't see it, but you sure as hell FELT her scrunching her toes directly on your tip...she didn't seem to notice, though. You were glad she didn't...who knows what she would have thought of you.
Finally, her feet pulled away from your throbbing bulge. You couldn't decide whether you were relieved, or extremely frustrated.
Pinkie Pie then took a deep breath.
"You're going to get a reaaally cool Hearth's Warming gift this year..." she finished, leaning back with her arms behind her head. That wasn't it...it couldn't have been it...right?
"Pinkie, no, I need to know a gift to get FOR someone, not..." you immediately stopped. She pulled out her feet from under the table, resting her calves on either side of the crystal ball. You gasped softly at the sight, unable to hold it back.
"Yeeesss, Anonymous...I saw you...and you wanted nothing more for Hearth's Warming...than these, my feetsies..." she said, softly. Pinkie waved her hand in fromt of her soles, showing how nicely both of them were wrapped in large red bows.
"Unwrap your presents, Nonny...Aurora, Bori and Alice 'came' early..." Pinkie murmured seductively, curling her toes tightly. You couldn't bring yourself to question this situation, and whether it was a dream or not. You just undid the bows as fast as you could, like you were a kid who just found a half-full wine jug.
They were somewhat large, with plenty of space for your fingers to explore. The arches were gently curved, like her adorable pink feets were designed just for your face, among other things, to fit between. Each toe was a little shorter than average, but slender and agile, from all of her bouncing around.
It wasn't just her bare soles that were demanding your attention. She had softly jingling golden anklets on each leg, and a single golden ring on her left middle toe. You had never seen any sight so beautiful in your life.
"They're...they're beautiful..." you managed to get out. Pinkie batted her eyelashes at you, snapped her fingers, and just like that, the flaps to the tent were locked, and a 'closed' sign was put outside.
"Don't be shy, silly little filly, touch 'em!" Pinkie chirped, her toes gripping the top of the crystal ball. You couldn't wait any longer, and greedily grabbed hold of both of the backs of her feet, pressing your thumbs into the soles.
She let out a soft moan as you squeezed her feet, and her cute little toes splayed and retracted. You ran your palms along the soles, and your fingers through the spaces between her toes, enjoying the feeling of them scrunching around your fingers.
It was then you noticed that Pinkie was holding a fishing rod, the hook hanging directly above her exposed soles. And the hook was decorated with...
"Guess who's under the mistleTOE...." Pinkie giggled at her own joke, derailing your train of thought. She pulled her feet out of your grasp, rubbing the silky soles together firmly, and then grasped the plant between two of her toes. The other five toes called to you, scrunching and curling enticingly.
She then gave you a joyous, cheerful smile. "I warmed 'em up for ya, now c'mon!!"
You immediately obeyed her request. You started with the right foot, greedily holding the ankle in both hands. Next, you pressed your lips against each light pink toe, one at a time. Her bubbly laughter was getting you more and more into smooching her peds wherever she liked.
When you reached the sole, though, you held nothing back. You grabbed the mistletoe and tossed it out of the way, making room for your work. You went in for the deepest, most passionate kiss you could muster. Your lips brushed and rubbed against her curvy arch, and your tongue swirled rapidly in circles. Strangely, her bare sole tasted a lot like cake...not that you were complaining.
You took Pinkie's adorable snorts and giggles as a sign to continue, but you had to hold her right foot nice and still so it was not able to wiggle or jerk away from your fiery, passionate kiss.
You soon moved onto the left foot, however, because you couldn't stand to see it unattended. This time, though, she pushed the plush sole against your face faster than you could lean in for a kiss. You wanted to start with her toes, but who were you to deny a request from Pinkie Pie?
You shut your eyes and moaned out softly, grabbing the back of her left foot and slipping your tongue back and forth between her toe spaces. The sweet taste of her foot, the feeling of her smooth skin against yours, the feeling of her sole curling up to reduce the ticklishness...you weren't able to tell if you were awake or not, but there was no way you would ever wake up from this.
After one last firm, thorough lick from her heel to her toes, you brought yourself to pull away from her precious feet, and admired your work on them. Now they were glistening a little, and were just BEGGING you to feel them more.
You got yourself comfortable, pulling Pinkie's feet off the table and sat next to her. You brought them to your lap, where they belonged, and began to squeeze both of them, firmly, rhythmically. And it seemed to be working on her.
Pinkie was moaning nonstop at your muscle-relief masterwork, but she looked at you, concerned, as soon as you ceased your rubbing. To really strike the fear into the poor girl, you gave her the most evil smile you could muster.
"What's wrong Non-EEEEHEHEHEHEHE!!" Pinkie squealed. You grinned, both her ankles were stuck in the embrace of your arm, meaning you had free reign of her adorable pink feet. Your nails gently pressed into her soft skin, but your fingers were going berserk on her soles.
Back and forth, back and forth, your free hand switched from tickling her left foot to her right, forcing her toes to curl and splay, and her legs to try to kick free. Not wanting her to NOT feel all of this, and desperately wanting another taste of her twitching feet, you wrapped your lips around all five of her left set of toes, holding them in place with your teeth.
Your tongue once again explored its way between all of her toe spaces, and you made sure to hold the back of her warm, appealing foot as you continued to torment the soft sole. Pinkie Pie was in a heap of giggles, pounding the pillow she was sitting on with her fists.
But Pinkie wasn't about to just LET you torture her tasty pink foot like this. While you were distracted by the aroma and flavor of her toes, she managed to yank her other foot out of your grasp, despite her loud, forced giggles.
"Hey hey hey, what do you think YOU'RE-" you began, trying to recapture her ticklish, slickened pink feet. But she managed to outwit you, and pressed her blushing left foot into the bulge in your pants gently. This forced you to moan uncontrollably.
"Teehehee, Nonny, that's enough...okey dokey, looks like there's a party in your pants, and I wanna come!!" she chirped, her flexible toes grasping your zipper. Down it went, and her excited smile never faded. Her other toes grasped your boxers and pulled them down to your ankles, and she let out a hearty 'oooh' at the sight of your cock.
"Whoopsies! Gotta make sure you have your fun, huh?" Pinkie said, pulling her sweet soles back to herself, leaving you disgruntled. You were already having fun...
But she wasn't going to let you go unsatisfied. She undid her bra, locking eyes with you and licking her lips the whole time. As soon as she did that, her large, soft breasts fell free, just BEGGING to be groped firmly and lovingly. You gasped slightly at the sight of her delicious breasts bouncing in front of you.
She then tossed off her ridiculous looking turban, and then off came her adorable panties, removing her last bit of cover-up, and allowing you to gaze upon her glorious, squishy-looking nude body. Your jaw simply dropped at her perfect figure...how, just how, was she able to eat tens of thousands of calories per day, and remain so...sexy?
Pinkie then grabbed the pillow she was sitting on, and brought it behind you. Her plump behind plopped down into her seat, and her breasts pushed into the back of your head. Pinkie then wrapped her arms around your chest, and positioned both of her silky soft feet around your member from behind you.
You threw your head back and moaned, throbbing quite hard when her arches hugged around the sides of your shaft. Both of her soles were slightly reddened from your ticklish torture earlier, and they had a thin coat of sweat from exhaustion. (Well, exhaustion by Pinkie Pie standards. Let's face it, she doesn't have normal human bodily functions).
As if she was making an effort to tear you away from your thoughts, Pinkie grabbed onto your shoulders, pulling your head further back into her two immensely soft chest-pillows, and pressed her left cheek to your right as she continued the footjob. She was making sure to go nice and slow at first, being affectionate, not lustful and rough with you.
You went slack-jawed in pleasure as her left big toe pressed against the tip of your hardened cock, moving it in small circles to spread the leaking pre around your length. It was a vicious cycle full of unmatched pleasure. Every time she switched to a new toe to collect any precum, you dripped more and more, and the more her toes collected and spread around your aching cock, the easier and slicker her footjob was.
You shut your eyes and tried to concentrate on nothing at all, just to try to last one more moment in this inescapable cloud of pleasure. But the feeling of her soles, slick and glistening with saliva, sweat, and pre, gliding up and down the sides of your shaft, was becoming too much for you. It didn't help now that she was kissing your cheek and running her dexterous fingers up and down your chest from behind you, and fondling her large soft breast with her other hand.
She seemed to pick up on the fact that you were holding back, though, because Pinkie suddenly began to pick up the pace. She decided to sandwich your length between the top of her left foot, and the bottom of her right. This way, she was able to glide one foot up and down the side of your cock, quickly and effectively, while keeping it firmly in plce with her left.
You let out a strained groan of unmatched pleasure when you felt her super-soft right arch press firmly into your twitching cock. You weren't going to last much longer against Pinkie's expertise with her feet, and she knew it. She turned her head and whispered into your ear.
"Happy Hearth's Warming, Nonny."
The moment she said that, she placed her slippery left sole directly onto your tip, and gripped your shaft firmly with her adorable right set of toes. As soon as she began to slide those slender, soft toes up and down, you couldn't hold it any longer. You twitched and unloaded harder than you ever thought possible.
Most of your cum was shot directly into her left sole, because it covered your tip entirely. And it felt so good. The rest of your semen leaked off her warm, blushing left foot, and down between all of her toe spaces on her right foot. But she didn't just stay still while you came, she carefully, but eagerly pleasured you the whole way through with her flexible toes.
And then you were all done. When you finally calmed down from shooting off so hard, draining yourself entirely, and you softened up, 'Madame' Pinkie pulled her cum-covered soles off your length. She searched around the tent while you recovered from your powerful orgasm, and retrieved the turban she wore when you entered the tent.
"Onnnneee last little surprise for the holidays, Nonny..." Pinkie giggled. You watched in confusion as she plucked the feather out of the turban, and tossed the piece of cloth away.
And then Pinkie dragged the large purple feather over her left sole, snorting and biting her lip at the ticklish feeling. But she wasn't just doing this to let you watch her tickle herself...she was scooping up all of your semen from her left foot. Pinkie then lifted the cum-soaked feather to her face, dragging her eager tongue along its length, and savoring the taste of your load. She made sure to make loud, yet sexy, slurping noises, and give you the hottest bedroom eyes, as she sucked all of the white liquid off.
You were only able to watch this in amazement, but you really wish you had a camera to capture this insanely hot moment.
Pinkie Pie took the feather out of her mouth once it was all clean, and ran its bristles through all of her toe spaces on her right foot, where the remainder of your seed resided. Of course, this put her through a fit of giggles, but once she was done, she swallowed your seed with gusto once again off the feather.
"W-wow, Pinkie...that was...that was an amazing gift...thank you so much...but you...still didn't tell me what to get for Rarity..." you panted out, wiping sweat from your forehead and putting your clothing back on.
"Ohhhh, Nonny, don'tchu worry, you won't have to get her anything, she'll be fiiine....NOW OUT OUT OUT OUT, I GOTTA GO!!! CAKE TWINS, SISTERS, PARENTS, GOTTA SET UP!!" she suddenly shouted, shoving you outside of her warm, toasty tent, and then re-locking it up, leaving you confused...
She suddenly opened a flap to the tent again, giggling nervously and in embarrassment, and left a small bag of gifts on the ground for you. Pinkie then disappeared back into the tent, but when you opened up the flap again to ask her what was up...she was gone.
You shrugged and sighed. You thought maybe you could get her to do that again one day, but decided to check the presents she left you first.
Inside the bag...was a box, containing a very high-resolution camera, several photo frames, and a card signed by Pinkie Pie heraelf. What you saw on the camera...was your little session with Madame Pinkie, in all its heated, graphic detail. You quickly hid it before anyone noticed.
The photo frames all contained pictures of Pinkie's sexy, curvy feet, in various angles, and some with Pinkie blowing a kiss back at you. Sweet Celestia, those were so hot...
You finally decided to take a look at the Hearth's Warming card she left you.
"Nonny, I'm sorry I had to leave so early...buuuuuut, I know you're really afraid to try to buy Rarity something super spectacular that fits her. Maybe...you dont have to...maybe you can just hang around me instead, play with my feetsies...~ I'm ready when you are!! -Lots of love, Pinkamena Diane Pie"
Your smile couldn't possibly get bigger. Pinkie's feet as a gift, there whenever you want them...what else could you possibly need in a girl?
Good thing you never told Rarity how you felt.
-End
Author's Note
Was watching the entire series from start to end, a scene in 'It's About Time' hit me with inspiration like a truck...Happy Hearth's Warming! Enjoy the gift!!
