How I Rut Rarity . . .

It was Saturday night, my weekend off work, and Rares and I were spending it the way we often did. Sitting on the couch, watching television. The latest episode of Prancing With The Stars was on tonight, and while I wasn’t that big on it, she adored the show.

I was shirtless, a thing she often insisted on, and she was wearing a lilac coloured silk gown and a pair of darker purple panties, and nothing else. She knew I wasn’t the most interested, however, and always rewarded me for sitting and watching it with her, by placing her feet in my lap. The unicorn knew how much I loved to play with them. She always kept them in the best shape with regular spa visits, and even perfumed them, leaving the clean and smelling of lavender.

While the two pony stars flitted across the stage on screen, and my lover watched with rapt attention, I stroked her feet, admiring the soft brush of the short, almost non-existent fur that covered them, the way her delicate toes would wiggle or splay depending on where I touched, and the soft shade of blue she had painted her nails.

I thought of kissing them, of licking them. Later. Right now, I simply fondled them, running my hands over them from toes to ankles and back. I gently ran my fingers across her soles, and felt her shiver slightly. She might act like she did this simple for my enjoyment, but I knew better. She loved to have me worship her feet, and play with them, as much as I loved doing so. It probably fed her ego, whenever I asked to wash her feet, or touch them. I knew it did, and I didn’t mind.

I continued lovingly stroking her feet as she watched her show, while my cock began to stir to life inside of my shorts. It never took it long, once her sweet soles were involved, and soon it was throbbing away, demanding to have those soles pay it some attention. I wasn’t going to jump straight into fucking her feet, of course, that would be rude. She would certainly be upset if I interrupted the show.

So, instead, I shifted my position slightly, earning a small flick of her eye towards me, before she returned to the screen. From my new position, I was half laying on my side, my face down near her feet. I pressed it into her soles, breathing in of that delicious aroma that she sprayed on them every evening. I picked up her left foot, lifting it only a little and she shifted, to make herself more comfortable as I continued to nuzzle against the sole. While my right hand and face were occupied with her left foot, my left hand slipped down and stroked and petted her right.

I heard her take a small breath, shivering again as my tongue darted out, giving a small lick across her sole. I rolled my eyes around to look at her. She was focused on the show, almost too much so. But I saw her bite her lower lip, and smelled her arousal, just barely starting to tinge the air.

I gave her sole a chaste little kiss, and worked my way up to her toes, which I licked, lingering this time on their soft texture and wonderful taste on my tongue. She made a small noise this time, and I smiled, before gently taking her smallest toes into my mouth and suckling on them. My mouth worked at them gently, softly, and I shivered at the delicacy of her feet in my mouth.

With a huffed breath, she shifted her position, rolling so she was sitting with her back against the armrest, so she would have been facing me, had she not kept her eyes on the television. I shifted as well, keeping her toes in my mouth as I situated myself so I was seated cross-legged, facing her.

I swirled my tongue around her toes and I saw her chest rise and fall as her breath caught. Her other foot slipped out of my left hand and came to rest against the throbbing bulge in my shorts, and I gave a low huff of breath that would have been a grunt, had my mouth not been occupied.

I pulled off of her little toes with a pop, and ran my tongue across all of her digits, before taking her big toe into my mouth and sucking at it. My eyes stayed on her face, and I saw her lick her lips, her big sapphire eyes flick towards me and then back to the television. Her hands moved up and tugged at the belt of her gown, loosening it, and it fell open. The supple globes of her d-cup breasts came into view, nipples erect, and her hands slid over them, squeezing and massaging her flesh as her arousal grew, it’s smell teasing my nostrils.

I came away from her big toe and kissed my way down her sole, before nuzzling in against her foot and giving her ankle a few choice kisses. Back around and my tongue made a slow, lingering journey from her heel up to the boll of her foot, where I licked back and forth for a moment, before leaning back and looking at her foot. It glistened lightly in the off-blue magic light of the TV, and I felt my cock throb at the sight, even as she pressed her left sole into it through the fabric of my shorts.

I groaned and looked at her. One hand still played with her breasts, but the other had slid down over her flat, sexy belly and was now teasing the edges of her panties. Her eyes, still glued to the television, were half-lidded and, even in the dim lighting, I could see the blush on her cheeks.

I kneaded the boll of her foot with my thumbs, gently rolling them over some of the stress points therein, and I saw her eyelids flutter and her breath catch. Her right hand squeezed at her breast while her left slid it’s fingers under the hem of her panties. With a smile, I reached down, lifting her left foot from my crotch and bringing it up to rest alongside it’s partner. She shot me a glance, and opened her mouth, almost as though to object, and then I gave both her feet a long, slow lick from toes to heels and back again, and her head actually fell back against the armrest and a small, soft moan left her throat.

I felt my breathing catch at the beauty of it, before I buried my face against her soles again, nuzzling and licking them, worshiping them as the feet of a goddess. She pressed them into my face, the supple contours of instep and arches almost seeming to mold to my face, or make my face mold to them, as she massaged my face with her feet. I groaned, and I heard her huff softly.

The smell of her arousal was now thick and damp in the air, and I knew without looking that her questing hand had found it’s mark. I lavished her feet with my mouth, kissing and licking and sucking on her gorgeous soles and toes. My dick gave a throb and I moaned. I slowly released my left hand from her feet, and she helped me keep them pressed into my face as I reached down and tugged my shorts down, my cock springing out in all it’s glory.

My hand started stroking my shaft as I praised her feet, and she moaned again, softly. A moment later, she pulled her feet away, and I made a soft sound of protest, only for it to be silenced when I saw her. Hair disheveled, eyes heavy lidded and now locked on me, show forgotten. One hand tweaked the nipple of her breast while the other was fully inside of her panties, working at her snatch with soft, wet sounds.

Her feet came to rest on either side of my cock, one of them pushing my hand away, before she pressed them to my heated flesh and I groaned, leaning backwards against my own armrest, my hips bucking slightly as she began to move her soles up and down across my cock.

I sat, breathing heavily as I watched her feet stroke off my dick. A footjob from Rarity was the absolute sexiest thing I could imagine. She slid one foot up, curling her toes over my cockhead, squeezing, and I moaned, eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the pleasure. As such, I missed her other foot moving down, until the boll of her foot and her toes pressed into my ballsack, applying pressure just the right side of painful.

She kept squeezing and rubbing with her right foot on my cock, applying pressure with her left at my balls, and soon I could feel it, the pressure building deep inside. I saw her hand moving faster and faster inside of her panties. My breath was catching in my chest, and I could barely speak.

“R-R-Ra-arity!” I groaned, and she gave a gasp.

“Do it, darling! All over my feet!” SHe said, drawing her soles away from me and pressing her feet as close together as she could.

I sat up quickly, grabbing my cock and aiming it as I stroked it, hard and fast. With a wordless, mindless groan of pure bliss, I blew my top, thick ropes of spunk shooting out to splatter her lovely feet, once, twice, thrice, and then I leaned forward as the rest ran and dripped out.

I heard her cry out, when the first rope of hot seed landed on her flesh, and by the time I had finished, she was in the midst of her own orgasmic bliss, back arching up off of the couch, body shuddering, while strangled, high pitched moans escaped from between her clenched teeth.

As she finally came down, she simply melted into the couch, making sure to slide her feet off the side, for fear of soiling the fabric. I picked them up, winking at her, and then proceeded to lick my own jizz off of them. She stared at me, eyes wide and dazed, but locked on to what I was doing, face flushing even hotter than it already was.

I collected it all in my mouth, and then opened it, showing it to her. Before I could swallow, however, she gestured for me to come to her. I smiled and crawled over her, leaning in and nuzzling her face, feeling the soft fur of her muzzle against my skin, even as she licked the corner of my mouth.

I kissed her, full tongue, snowballing my cum to her, and I felt her lap it up greedily before swallowing it down. I slowly laid down with her, both of us tiredly shifting positions until were melded to each other, and in the background was the ringing applause from the show’s live audience.

Another lovely night with this lovely mare.