You weren't able to tear your gaze away from the incredibly attractive show that Alice was allowing you to watch. Her tiny fingers flexed and splayed, running over each of the tips of her toes through the large stockings, and her feet crossed over one another and gently rubbed together.

"After me, huh? Who could blame you? I knew you'd just stand there in silence..." Alice said, raising one of her legs and curling her small foot under the stocking. "Why don't you follow me up to our room?"

She didn't need to tell you twice. She kicked her legs and floated off the floor towards the staircase, beckoning you along, and you followed her without hesitation. Halfway up the stairs, one of the large stockings fell off her right foot, exposing the small, delicate sole inside.

You had to stop for just a second and take a look. The sole itself looked too cute to ignore. It had a slightly curved arch, impossibly soft looking skin, and a set of squirmy-looking toes. Her ankle was decorated with a red ribbon and a bunch of mistletoe on the side...and the rest of her foot was wrapped up in a bow that matched the colour of her hair.

"Oh, whoopsies...you weren't supposed to look into your stocking yet, Anon...oh well," Alice giggled. When you reached the hallway on the second floor, the little reindeer girl kicked off her other stocking, baring her left foot in a matching adorable bow, but this time, tied to her ankle were a pine branch, a set of two small forks, and a rounded hairbrush, as well as a tube of oil.

And she turned around and gave you a knowing smirk, leading you into the cozy bedroom of the cabin, and sat on the bed with enough room for three people on it. She then laid her wrapped feet up on the bed, placing them up on your lap when you sat near her and curled her toes.

"I know you wanna make these lovable little feet your tickle toys...but I can see the future here. Do your worst, and see how it turns out," she commanded, rather boldly, "but first...you gotta unwrap your presents."

She was absolutely right. You were going to make her beg for mercy, and beg some more, but you weren't ever going to stop tormenting her feet as long as you could. Feet this cute HAD to feel your wrath.

You began unwrapping her right foot, allowing the ribbon to fall onto the bed. You made sure to run your fingers across the exposed areas of her ginger-scented sole as you pulled off the coloured obstruction, as if each time was by mistake, but she knew exactly what to expect from you. She rested her heel between her big and second toes on her left foot, and allowed you to take as long as you wanted to unwrap her foot.

You decided to leave the mistletoe anklet on, and got to work on stripping her left foot bare. Her big toe wiggled slightly as the bow fell off her equally-adorable left foot. You ran the back of your hand along her soft sole as you undid the knot on her ankle, taking all of the...tools that she attached for you.

"So you DID have my presents ready...hah..." you said, giving her right foot an affectionate squeeze.

"Mmm, yup...but I couldn't POSSIBLY give them to you without a little teasing first..." she sighed, happily.

You smirked and grabbed the back of her left foot, and her eyes narrowed as she gave you a grin that said 'bring it on'. But you knew what you had to do first, before using any of the torture tools.

So you squeezed the entire tube of oil directly between her big and second left toes, allowing the sticky, yet slippery fluid to drip down the tops of both her small, tender feet, and leak all over both of her soles, which shivered at the coolness of the lubricant.

"Heh, hurry it up Anon...are you getting COLD FEET on me? Are you gonna take all night, and make your Hearth's Warming a waste of time?" Alice taunted. You quickly grabbed her left foot tightly, but she foresaw exactly what you were about to do, and slid her left foot down behind her right, and interlocked all of her toes enticingly.

"C'monnn, you gotta be a little tougher than THAT if you wanna ravage-" she was cut off by her own snickering, because you pulled her left foot back out of hiding and skated your fingers all over her precious sole. Your nails dug deep into her supple skin, and spread the excessive amounts of oil around her foot quickly. Despite her left foot being made easier to tickle and glide over, Alice's legs were still crossed, and her feet remained in your lap. The cute little reindeer girl was enduring your strokes a little too well.

So once her left foot was totally slick with the oil she so kindly gifted to you, you repeated your actions on her right foot. The liquid was thoroughly spread across her entire foot, from top to bottom with your bare hands. But Alice was only slightly giggling at your touch, and her feet were barely even trembling.

"Hehehe, Anon..." Alice giggled, laying back with her hands behind her head, "face it, that's not gonna work on MY feet...you'll have to do it to someone else, unless..." she gestured to the selection of tools on the bed, and raised her legs up, placing her feet side-by-side in midair, EXACTLY high enough for your left arm to wrap around her ankles. And that was exactly what you wanted to do next to her.

So Alice allowed you to capture her feet under your arm, and they began to squirm and rub together, begging for freedom. But she knew exactly what she was doing, and it served to entice you further.

Since you felt in a Hearth's Warming mood, you grabbed the pine branch tied to her ankle earler, and started dragging it up from her heel to her lovable toes. She clenched her teeth and sat back up, and you could see behind you that she was holding back giggles. So you held onto her ankles even tighter, scraping the sweet-scented needles of the branch in circles across her little soles, forcing her to curl up her toes and burst out into fits of giggles.

"Pfffhhahahaha, th-that's a start, keep trying Anon!" she cried out, and you could feel her legs start trying to pull away. You closed your arm around her ankles just that much tighter, and pushed the branch between each toe space, thrusting it back and forth aggressively as if it were a pipe-cleaner. The effort of making sure the oil was smeared between all of her toe spaces certainly paid off, because she threw her head back and squealed while scrunching her litte toes as tightly as possible.

"HEEEEHEHEHEANOOOON NOW WE'RE T-TAHAHALKING!!" she yelled out. There wasn't enough leeway for her poor soles to try and shield one another, and you were now scraping the needled branch horizontally up and down, up and down, along both of her trapped soles.

Once you had thoroughly scratched the flexible, yet rigid needles into both of her soles enough to make them blush red, you decided it was time for a new tool and a new position for Alice's torment. Very reluctantly, you let up on her feet, but made sure to keep them under your arm for the time being.

Those feet were just too cute. They deserved exactly what they were getting.

Alice leaned forward behind you and tapped on your shoulder, handing you the two tiny forks that you detached from her ankle earlier. "Ha...hehehe, th-there you go...surely you could do even better with THOSE..." she panted, slipping her ankles out of your grip, and laid on her belly, facing away from you.

You sat down on the poor reindeer's lower legs, crossing your own legs around her ankles to make sure there was no way those slick, oily, ticklish little feet could escape your grasp. She was going to need that sort of restraint, because you immediately started to drag the miniscule, yet pointy forks up and down her arches. This caused an immediate flow of chortles to escape her, the forks pressing deeply into the hyper-sensitive skin of her arches.

You continued focusing only on her cute, curvy arches for over ten minutes, and the whole way through, Alice was enduring quite well. But you didn't stop there, and as the minutes dragged on like the points across one specific area of her feet, she finally cried out for mercy.

"A-ALRIGHTALRIGHTALRIGHT!!! H-HAD ENOUGH THEHEHEHERE, Y-YOU CAN TICKLE ME SOMEWHERE ELSE NOWWW!!!"

You chuckled, increasing the intensity and speed at which you dragged the tiny forks tenfold. "Awww, am I getting a weak spot or something? Lemme focus on it for a good...ten, twenty minutes?"

"AHAHAHAHA YOU JEHEHEHERK!!!" Alice said. You could feel the force of her little legs kicking up and down to try to break the grasp of your legs. Her slick, shiny feet kept wiggling over one another, rubbing together sensually in order to ease the torment on her abused arches, her heels pressing gently into your painfully-hard bulge every so often. But those forks weren't moving anywhere anytime soon.

Tears were streaming down Alice's youthful face for the half an hour more you abused her feet for. Ten minutes in, you weren't able to maintain focus on her arches anymore, because you couldn't stand not to torture the rest of her precious feet. Twenty minutes into the use of the forks, and you placed them back down on the nightstand to continue using your fingertips. Not only did this allow you to touch every inch of soft skin once again, but it allowed her blushing soles a little relief so they could endure the upcoming last part of the ticklish sensations. Only occasionally did you let up on the pair of adorasexy feet to allow her to catch her breath, and even after the thirtieth minute, your legs never let go of her ankles.

"Nnghh...hah...I a...almost wasn't...ready for that...th-that wasn't fair..." Alice choked out through her giggles, her arches now decorated with random scratchings and red trails from the stimulation and focus of the forks. You felt her tremble slightly in your grip, and lean backwards, placing the rounded hairbrush to your right hand side.

"H-heh...my feet, your Hearth's Warming tickle toys...they're as ready as they can be for your final intense tickling...before you won't be able to hold back that bulge of yours..." she said, pulling one of her legs slightly upwards to press the ball of her foot against your sack. You gasped at the sensation, your legs loosening up, allowing her slickened, sweat-coated feet to slip away from your grip.

Before you could grab at her ankles like your life depended on it, Alice grabbed her small antler-wand and pushed you away briefly using magic, and lifted her legs up behind her back. She then extended her arms backwards, casting another spell and dropping her wand onto the floor below the bed.

Now, there was magical, transparent golden rope tying her arms together, and extending outwards to make sure they were bound up to her ankles. Her big toes were also wrapped up in this mysterious magical binding rope, making sure her feet were kept side by side and unable to escape the ticklish torment.

"Ohhhh, dear Alice...I know you know what I'm about to say, but I'm gonna make sure your feet remember this forever..." you said, kneeling down behind the hogtied reindeer girl. She turned around, her tear-stained, blushing face still giving you that adorable look of determination, as she flexed her feet to entice you.

"Bring it."

And bring it you did. You held onto the back of her left foot, pressing the firm bristles of the rounded hairbrush on her upper soles, and immediately began scrubbing up against her sole with speeds that would put Rainbow Dash to shame. Rather than holding back a giggle or two or starting to snicker, the young reindeer immediately screamed out loud, and then melted into hysterics.

The ticklish little foot you held with one hand didn't escape the sensations, despite being spared from the hairbrush. Your fingers scratched and skated all over her taut foot, causing Alice to squirm and attempt to kick away from your evil ministrations. The amazingly tight golden rope didn't allow for much movement, and the lack of access to her magical wand didn't help much either.

"NOOOOHOHOHO MORE THATS TOOHOHOHO MUCH!!!" the tormented reindeer girl squealed out desperately. You ignored her pleas and protests, dragging the bristles between each of her tiny toe spaces, giving one last swipe down her sole just to tease her further, and switched to the other foot. Unlike the up and down motion of the brush on her other foot, this time she had to endure the firm, tickly bristles scraping in a circle. Just to be certain that she really felt the way you saw her soles, you used the rounded brush to slide all along the outer edges of her soles, under both sets of toes, and down to her heels.

This continued on for a solid ten minutes, and Alice was beginning to laugh so hard that no sound was unleashed. It was at this time you decided to slow down a little, gradually, to allow her to really feel what was to come next.

Once the grueling tickle session was complete, you reached down onto the floor and grabbed her magical wand, placing it into the ticklish reindeer girl's bound hands. She gasped for air, panting for a full minute to let all the ferocious tickling soak in, and she weakly grasped it, casting a spell to free her ankles and wrists from their bindings.

You pressed her feet together quickly, just as she flexed and curled her toes, and shoved the brush between her tender soles, thrusting it back and forth to give her an idea of what was going to happen to them in a few minutes. Instinctively, Alice's toes were curling and splaying erratically, trying to escape the odd yet ticklish sensation of a rounded hairbrush sliding between her soles. But she was both severely weakened by her heavy tickling from earlier, and attempting to hold them together for your enjoyment.

Your hand tightened around both sets of toes as you thrusted the brush through her soles...through the increasingly-inviting looking space between her feet, blushing red from their abuse, shiny enough to see your reflection from sweat, and slick with a whole tube's worth of oil. Her teasing, her angelic laughter, and the soft-as-butter skin of her feet...the amount of time you'd waited for this moment...it was all too much for you to handle. So you quickly removed your winter pants and boxers, allowing your achingly-hard member to fall free from its confines.

You tossed the brush away, lowering her feet down to the bed, so her soles faced upwards towards you. You took her left foot in your hand, grinding yourself up on the warm, slick sole. It was unbelievably soft, and much more so than it would be because of the amount of work you'd done on it for the past...well, you lost track of time.

Alice calmed herself down a little, blushing and biting her lip, but still had a smug expression on her youthful face. "H-heh...a-and there it is, told ya..." she choked out, raising her mistletoe-decorated right foot, so the toes could gently glide along your sack. The urge to shoot off was incredible, her amazingly supple feet working together to push you over the edge. But after the intense session you recently gave her, it would be inconsiderate to just empty it after a few seconds. So, by force of will, you were able to hang on a little longer against her feet.

But not by much.

Alice's skilled, flexible feet pressed up against each other on your shaft. Since she was laying on her belly, the heels of her feet were gliding up and down near your tip, and her arches were hugging around the middle. Her toes tended to both your hilt and sack, squeezing you between every one of her toe spaces, before her oily soles returned to gliding back and forth and hugging tightly on your cock.

Just as you were about to warn her that the time had come, Alice pressed her mistletoe-clad right sole up against your tip, her left sole rubbing sensually in circles around your shaft. You shut your eyes and grunted, unloading harder than you ever thought possible all over the bottom of her right foot, coating the entire thing white while her left foot tended to you continuously, to coax you to spurt out just that much more onto her sexy soles.

Once you were done, you collapsed right next to the little ginger-scented reindeer girl, having had an orgasm that absolutely destroyed any strength you had left after tickling her for so long. But Alice, despite being exhausted from her torment, made sure to rub her little feet together sensually for you to see, spreading your essence all over her perfect set of soles.

"H-heh...Antla Claus should put you on his naughty list for that..." Alice chuckled, placing her arm around you and climbing into the warm, woolly comforter and bedsheets. You managed to follow suit, hugging her as tight as you could manage.

"Well, l-luckily...that was the only thing on my list this year, so...bring on the coal..." you said. Alice reached over to the nightstand and grabbed her wand, pulling the tools you used on her into an empty decorative box, placing it under the pine tree in the corner of the room.

"Looks like tomorrow, there's another little gift to remember me when you go...but for now, Anon..." she started, using her wand to light a fire in the little fireplace in the corner.

"It's bad out there...I think you should wait a while before trying to go back..."

You nodded in agreement. There was no way you were leaving this nice warm bed into that blizzard.

With a flick of her wand, off went the lights in the bedroom, the only illumination coming from the small fireplace. Alice snuggled up to you, pressing her warm (and now sticky) soles up against your legs.

"Night, Anon...Happy Hearth's Warming..."

Author's Note

Happy Hearth's Warming! I'm not saying you were right to pick this path...you're an evil, tickle-hungry bastard...but I understand, completely.~

Make sure to follow me for (hopefully) another year of sexy foot fun! Because if you do...I'm more than happy to buy you a set of tickle tools this Hearth's Warming.~