Gift Givers of the Toeve

You decided to back away, falling for her big, shining, and pleading eyes. "Fiiine, but I still wanna go see the Gift Givers...if I do something for you, maybe you could tell your best friend the secret...?"

Pinkie backed up off the corner, staring you down, obviously looking tense enough to explode. "Nonny, I know you're my friend...but I can't just give you a top-secret secret...I wanna, but...ohhh..."

You had placed your hands on the area where her shoulders met her neck and squeezed firmly, yet carefully. She moaned out softly as you continued to knead the tense area, her legs trembling slightly.

"Ahhhh, Nonny..." she sighed, your hands working their way down her arms, "I...dunno why...y-youre doing this, but...let's go...lay down somewhere..."

You'd never, EVER seen the party girl this relaxed before. Knowing that she wasn't going to be able to concentrate with your skills as a masseur working on her, you lifted her onto your back and wrapped your arms under her legs, and with her instructions, carried her upstairs to her own bedroom.

Pinkie flopped down on her bed, belly down, her face buried in the sheets. You locked her bedroom door just in case anyone decided to intrude, and you made your way over to the bed, sitting yourself over Pinkie's bubbly behind. You continued to squeeze and rub the soft pink ball of energy, and made your way slightly lower on her body, your fingers nearly slipping under the fabric of her tight, fluffy top.

"Mmmhhhh," Pinkie moaned as you decided to take a risk, pulling down the zipper on the back of the top. The garment then split as the zipper detached from the other side, exposing Pinkie's bare back and allowing you an opportunity to dig under her body and toss the clothing away.

"H-hehhhh...I g-guess that's f-fine, if you do a good job, silly..." Pinkie giggled, and you continued your work on her back. Gradually, you leaned down further and further until your chest was pressing against her back, and your hands were wedged firmly under her breasts. You paid special attention to the plush pillows, treating them with utmost care despite your urges telling you to squish them until she cries out in pain.

"Man, Pinkie...you REALLY needed this, your sweat is soaking my clothes..." you remarked, pressing her breasts together. Your hands then trailed down her body and cracked her lower back, causing her right leg to twitch like a dog.

"Oopsies...hehehehe..." she sighed. Your fingers then hooked under the matching miniskirt, pulling it down her legs slowly, deliberately, and past her feet. She blushed madly and licked her lips back at you, resting her head on her hand. Her legs raised upwards, kicking back and forth as if to bring your attention to her pointy-shod soles.

"Aren'tcha gonna rub my feetsies n' toesies too, Nonny? Everyone knows you gotta massage the feet...and I know that's not a problem for YOU..." she said, batting her eyelashes at you. "I'll let you slip 'em off..."

How could you say no to such a request? You pulled off the puffy elven shoes, noting their lingering cupcake-esque scent, and were greeted with the sight of her red and white socked toes, scrunching and curling enticingly. And so you wasted no time in getting those soft soles bare and exposed to you.

Once her pink peds were in the nude, you grabbed onto the left one and pressed your thumbs deeply into the arch to begin. The suppleness of the sole was incredible, it yielded to even the slightest touch of your thumb. Despite the fact that you've never seen Pinkie or even heard of her taking care of her feet like Rarity did, and how much bouncing around she did, they were absolutely flawless.

With your attention now locked onto her feet instead of the rest of her body, you rolled both thumbs in opposite directions, up and down her silky left arch. Pinkie shuddered and closed her eyes, her foot in your hands instinctively writhing around in pleasure at your touch. Your face was beaming at this reaction, and you decided to continue up her foot to meet her heel. Your palms rested on the sides of her heel, squeezing together and causing the party girl to melt into the massage entirely, her body going completely still except for her breathing.

But that didn't mean you were done with your massage. Not by a long shot. You'd been given an opportunity to work with a nude Pinkamena Diane Pie's silky feet, and you were determined to do a perfect job of it. So you slid your hands down her left sole, earning a small snort from her, and grasped each of her strong, flexible toes.

With each pull of the digits came a pop and crack, and a muffled groan of bliss from the normally hyper, sugar-stuffed girl. As soon as you reached the smallest toe on her left foot, she weakly lifted her right foot up to your face and tapped your chin with her toes, causing you to huff and your face to heat up.

"Don't worry, Pinks...I promise I didn't forget your other foot..." you whispered, placing a genuinely loving kiss on her left foot, and shifting your focus to her right. This time, you started on the top of her foot, gently wrapping your hand around her entire foot and massaging slowly. Your other hand, as if it had a mind of its own, saw an opportunity for at least a LITTLE tickling...her foot was held still, nothing was attending her soles...

Until now.

Your nails scraped across her sole, but very, very carefully. She turned back to you once again, biting her lip and contorting her face every now and again. Her light pink foot trembled slightly as it felt you exploring all the small nooks and crannies of the sole.

"N-Nonny, d-don't go too rough, this feels soooo good right now...even if...it does tickle...just a little..." she stammered. You immediately obliged to her little request, holding onto her right ankle tightly and using your fingertips instead of your nails to slide across the bottom of her foot.

"Mmmmhhh, yessss..." Pinkie moaned, just as you slid your fingers through all of her toe spaces. She stretched her left leg outwards, just at the right angle to press up against your cheek, causing your face to absolutely burn and turn bright red.

You pressed your cheek against the curvy, sexy sole and nuzzled up against it. There was no way a sole like hers could have been this naturally soft, but then again...she was Pinkie. You weren't able to question it for long, though, because her sole smeared across your face and dropped into your lap, along with her other sole, directly on your bulge.

You tensed up and held yourself back, keeping an intense focus on your work. Your fingertips dug deeply into her tired soles, being careful not to use the nails, as so to relax her as much as possible.

And when your fingers dragged down from her heels to her toes the third time, you began to hear snoring coming from her direction. She was totally out of it.

You stared at the still pair of soles in front of you, drooling, and decided this was your chance to get a little bit of relief yourself, after the unbelievable amount of relief you gave Pinkie Pie. You undid your trousers and allowed the supple surfaces to press onto the sides of your length, causing an immense shock of pleasure to shoot up your spine.

You grabbed her left foot and began to thrust through each of her toe spaces, gasping at the softness and the twitching each time you pushed forward. You did the same thing with her right foot, beginning to leak endlessly over the top of her nicely-sized foot.

When you were done with her toes, you dragged your achingly hard member down her right sole, thrusting and grinding up against her curvy arch. You couldn't hold on much longer at this rate, her silky, flexible feet practically begging you to coat them in your essence.

You held onto her left foot and pressed the sole against the other side of your cock, and that was the final straw for you. After thrusting a few times more through the warm, welcoming crevice between her ticklish feet, you grunted out and spurted all over her feet, much of your sticky warm seed landing on her heels. You may not have been able to focus long enough to aim and cover the entirety of her soles, but gravity was kind enough to allow your cum to drip downwards over the adorable feet, much of it coming to rest between her toes.

You panted hard, sitting back for a moment to redress yourself, and to admire the sexiest sight you'd ever seen in your life.

And then, the snoring stopped. Pinkie...shot right back up from the bed as if nothing had happened. You nearly jumped out of your skin in fear.

"Hehehehehehehahaha, Nonny, betcha loved that, huh? Huh?" she giggled, rubbing her soles together and coating each one evenly with your seed. You managed to calm down when she sat up and slid her hands down your pants, gently fondling your sack, and she kissed your neck happily.

"C'monnnn, silly, it's fiiine. That felt sooo good though, I'll let you have the secret...if you Pinkie Promise you'll do it again sometime," she reassured you.

"How did you even sleep for that litt...oh, I guess it doesn't matter...but...Cross my hearth, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye," you recited, placing a palm over your eye.

"Uhmmm, hold on, gotta get dressed..." Pinkie said, skipping out of bed and quickly donning her mismatched yak-elf outfit once again, and skipped out of her bedroom and down the stairs. You followed closely behind her, holding onto her hand in a strong grip...and suddenly, you were forced to watch Pinkie fall down a hidden trapdoor in the kitchen of the bakery...and there was nothing you could do to get it open again, it simply closed too quickly for you.

"Pinkie...? PINKIE, ARE YOU DOWN THERE? HANG ON, I'LL GO G-" you started to shout as you turned around. There she was. In the flesh. Pinkie Pie had somehow escaped the trapdoor she fell into earlier.

"How...what...didn't you just fall into some sort of trap?!?" you said, your eyes as wide as dinner plates.

"Nuh-uh Nonny! That place is my secret party-planning cave! And I can't let you go down there, or let you see what your next birthday party is gonna be!"

"Party-planning cave...?" you repeated, but Pinkie slapped an old piece of parchment into your hand.

"That's where the Gift Givers are. Prince Rutherford gave me the map...you can't tell ANYONE else, got it?" Pinkie said, poking you in the chest. You gulped and nodded, and she wrapped her arms around you. Her breasts pressed up against you, and she gave you a quick smooch. Her finger then ran down the exact spot on your chest where she poked you.

"Go get 'em, draconequus," she murmured in your ear.

"Don't you mean, go get 'em tiger?" you replied.

"GOOOOO!!!" she shouted, shoving you out the door of the bakery and slamming it shut behind you, leaving you bewildered beyond measure at what just happened.

But you now had the location of the gift givers, so you couldn't stay confused for long. You slowly opened up the piece of parchment to take a look at where you'd be going.

"Now, how do I get there..."