Gift Givers of the Toeve

by lego3

Rating: mature
Tags: Anon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Adventure, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, Human
Length: 14873

(CYOA, contains tickling, foot stuff, and massages.) Helped greatly by a friend of mine. This year was different in Ponyville. All species had their own holidays, and you were about to find out which holiday was the best of them all this year.

(CYOA. Lots of tickling, foot stuff, foodplay and massages included.) Helped greatly by a friend of mine, and daba zaba as well. Hearth's Warming may have been loved by all, but in the spirit of kinship among species, Twilight decided to allow all holidays to be thrown in Ponyville. The one you were most interested in was the yaks' 'Snilldar Fest', due to their knowledge of three peculiar ladies who hid in the north. But how would you find them and have a good time for the holidays? You had one way to find out how to reach them. The honourary yak, who was sworn to secrecy. Pinkie Pie.

Published 2019-12-24 08:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-12-24 08:10:01 UTC

It's an Interspecies Kind of Christmas

You always loved this season. The wonderful decorations, the beautiful carols, the smell of cinnamon and gingerbread, and of course, the freezing temperatures and snow. Warming your feet by the fire with your nonexistent girlfriend, her asking you to keep them nice and warm in your lap...kissing them under the mistletoe...

Maybe Gallus, your gryphon bro, would do that with you this year. If not, you could just blackmail him with that picture of you two around the Family Feast table.

But that's not why you were walking around your hometown, Ponyville. The residents always expressed the Hearth's Warming season in the best way, but you noticed something a little different this year. While you were walking past Fluttershy's cottage on the outskirts of town, you noticed a Hearth's Warming tree, fully decorated, hanging upside-down for some reason while a bunch of bug-horses sang the word 'Carols' around it, alongside a giggling Fluttershy.

That wasn't the only odd thing you noticed, though. When you passed by Twilight's castle, a crowd of hippogriffs from Mt. Aris were blowing trumpets (despite having no lips) and their leader, Novo, stepping out onto the balcony and announcing the 'Three Days of Freedom' celebration as officially begun.

"What could be going on, I wonder..." you murmured to yourself, passing by the Carousel Boutique. You looked into the window, and noticed many dragons of all shapes and sizes sitting in a circle, with a very frightened-looking Rarity and a polar opposite-looking Sweetie Belle. They seemed to be telling stories of their various deeds, or achievements of their forefathers. They seemed to be coming to an end, though, as a teal dragon with a staff threw a pile of gems at a larger red one, sitting next to Gallus's friend Smolder. He dug into the gems with immense amounts of pleasure, and the rest of the dragons pouted.

It didn't stop there. You ventured over to the frozen lake outside town, where Rainbow Dash's house was, and looked upwards to see no fewer than ten gryphons, sat around a cloud-table with RD herself, and not...swearing at each other or snarling. Was this a big thing for them? Not being total piles of trash to each other?

Gallus was at the table with them, and he noticed you on the ground, waving and winking at you. He actually looked somewhat happy and relaxed around his own kind. Maybe this WAS a significant time for gryphons.

You politely waved back and gave him a quick, lustful smile, which he returned. He looked pretty busy, so you left him alone with his kind and his favourite professor.

Soon, you were on your way back into town, and then you heard a deafening noise coming from the direction of Sugarcube Corner.

And then some vibrations below your feet.

You struggled to keep your balance as you ran towards the bakery, but that was thwarted by a poster flying in your direction and smacking you directly in the face.

"Mmphhh...what the hell, I thought that only happened in movies..." you grumbled, as you tore the little poster off your face, turning it over to read what it had to say.

"Yaks wish you happy Snilldar Fest! Yaks best at everything! (Except gift-giving. Honourary yak-friend reveal it. Cat out of bag.) -Prince Rutherford." you read, and curiously looked at the three figures at the top of the page.

One of them looked very young, perhaps in her teens, and wore a red bow with a jingle bell on it, thick beige-yellow winter gear trimmed green, and green boots that looked like the cloven hooves of a reindeer. She also wielded what looked like an antler, very short and with two branches.

The next of them looked much more like a mother, perhaps in her late twenties to mid thirties. Something you immediately took notice of was that her yellow apron was very low-cut and exposed much of her breasts, but hid just enough to remain only PG-13. Her yellow skirt was the same way, baring most of her rounded behind, and she also wore jingle-bell earrings and a wand that looked much bigger than the teenagers' one. Like the teenager, her boots looked like cloven hooves.

The last of them looked like she was ready to retire. She had on small golden glasses, wintery gear that was thicker than the teenagers', and a short red scarf that fell over her back like a cape. The antler she held seemed to be broken. Her boots matched the other two in shape.

The earthquakes grew stronger as you folded the poster and put it in your pocket. You finally made it to Sugarcube Corner, where a crowd of yaks were cheering loudly and slamming their terrifying hooves into the ground, smashing everything they could find.

And your friend Pinkie Pie was in a large helmet decorated with horns, and a very tight, revealing red and white suit. Her breasts were almost fully uncovered, her thighs were on full display, and her navel was entirely unprotected. It looked...mismatched, but too sexy for you to ignore.

She was also playing...something that looked like bagpipes and a tuba got a little too tipsy one night.

Terribly.

You covered your poor ears until Pinkie finished up her little performance, and covered them harder at the cheering of the crowd of immense bovines. And then you spun out of the way before they all trampled you on their way out of the building, to smash more stuff.

Pinkie Pie was still bowing like she'd just finished her performance by the time you regained your footing. You stepped carefully over the broken shards of wood and the remnants of what were once tables, and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Oh!! Hi Anon, Happy Snilldar Fest!!" Pinkie chirped, and dropped her crazy instrument with a loud crash.

"Pinkie...I've gotta ask, why's Ponyville going so crazy with celebrations? What in Faust's name are you doing playing that instrument? WHY ARE GRYPHONS NOT MAKING EACH OTHER FURIOUS???" you shouted, to an increasingly amused pink ball of energy. She put her finger to your lips forcibly, giggling at your confusion.

"Oh come now Nonny, one question at a time! First, Twilight and I decided that since we got a biiig school for all the friendly creatures of Equestria, we should bring all their parties to Ponyville!!" she expained as you pulled her finger away from your mouth.

"But...the instrument that keeps hurting my ears? That weird thing that seems to be the ONLY thing you don't know how to play?"

She pouted, "Oh COME ONNN, I got better since last time, ask Rainbow Dash!!"

"Last...ti-?" you started.

"It's called a YOVIDAPHONE, thank youuuu, and it's a yak instrument! They let me play as an 'honourary yak' for them!"

You sighed, and despite the horrible torture to your eardrums earlier, you were able to crack a smirk. "And the gryphons?"

"Yeaaahhh, this is the 'Blue Moon Festival', where gryphons AREN'T mean and grouchy to each other. Just one little day. But don't worry, we'll make 'em SMILE!!!"

No wonder Gallus seemed happy...at least by gryphon standards. But then you remembered something you wanted to ask her, taking out the poster that hit you in the face earlier and showing it to her.

"Hey uhh, Pinks, before you vanish on me, who are THESE three? I never saw ponies like THEM before..." you asked. She grinned a little wider, pulling you closer and pointing out each of the reindeer-attired people.

"Ohhh, these three? Those are part of Snilldar Fest! They're called the Gift Givers of the Grove! Yak stories say that every year, they fly around Equestria and give presents to good creatures! They come to Equestria in a few places each year so fillies and colts can sit on their laps and ask for candy and presents and stuff!"

You smiled, remembering good ol' Santa Claus from your original home. You may have hated the fat judgemental lug, but hey, he supposedly brought stuff you liked. "So who's gonna dress up this year as them?"

Pinkie looked a little confused. "Dress up?"

"Yeah, dress up. You know, for the kids to ask them stuff, so the parents can hear it and grab whatever they need last-minute."

The hyperactive human horse shook her head. "Oh, no, Anon, no one DRESSES UP, we all wait for them to-wait, no, yeah...we'll get a few to go get in costume. Yeah."

You stared at her blankly. "Huh? Wait for them to what?"

"Nothing nothing, well, gotta go!" she insisted, her face starting to sweat as she stepped backwards, slowly.

"Wait, tell me, what do you MEAN we wait for them? Are they actually REAL?? I mean...I wouldn't be surprised, but..." you started.

"Oop!! Can't tell, yak secre-GAH!!! CAN'T...TELL...ANYONE!!!" Pinkie's body was shaking violently, she was twisting her neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees, and her hands were clenched so hard they were turning white.

"So they are real then?" you inquired, shutting your eyes tight and trying to forget that freaky sight.

"NO!!! NOT REAL!!" she squealed, bouncing her entire body at a speed that matched Rainbow Dash's wing beats.

"Ok, then they're real...where are they? I've been good this year...sorta...so I want some extra presents..." you lowered your voice, images of the three reindeer-like people and what was hidden in their boots flooding your mind.

"Y-you can't make me say anything!!! I have to keep the yak secret!!" she whined, clawing at her face and biting her lip firmly.

"If you don't say, I'll MAKE you say..." you threatened her, slowly backing the trembling girl into a corner, cracking your knuckles, and then wiggling your fingers threateningly at her soft body.

"P-pleeeeeaseeee don't tickle me...I c-can't take it..." she pleaded, her body shaking when she saw how close your fingers were.

"Hmmmmm..." you thought to yourself. You could still get your hands on her, but in a way that'd make her more...relaxed, more inclined to return the favour.

Do you tickle this girl senseless, or do you offer her your best, most affectionate massage?

Author's Note

Tickle her: Here
Massage her: Here

Tickle Me Pinkie

You decided not to listen to the poor party girl. You went directly for the weak, exposed spots, driving your fingers first into her lower sides. She squealed and tried to force her way out of the corner, but each sidestep she made pushed her sides further into your fingers.

You pressed your chest up against hers, grinning evilly. "Sooo, you'll tell me where to find the Gift Givers now?" you teased, your fingers raking inwards to attack her exposed belly.

"Nyyyeaaahhhahahahahanonononoooo!!! P-PLEASE DON'T MAHAHAHAKE ME TELL!!!" Pinkie begged. You shook your head and slipped your hands under the poor girl's red and white top, skittering your fingers up and down her upper belly, making sure to trail each of your forefingers down her adorable navel.

"NONONO NOT MY B-BELLYYYYYHEHEHEHEHE!!" the poofy haired party girl screamed.

"Don't worry Pinkie, I'll stop as soon as you tell me where the reindeer people are! All it takes is a few words..." you responded, poking and prodding her exposed flesh and causing her to jolt and giggle hard.

"OK OK I'LL TEHEHEHELL!!" Pinkie screamed, and you perked up, standing back and allowing her to catch her breath.

"Hah...hahaha...ok, the Gift Givers...they live-" she started, but then slipped away from the corner she was stuck in. You mentally cursed yourself for not holding her tight, and ran after her. She looked back at you and laughed, running upstairs in the bakery in an effort to escape.

"NOOOO!! CAN'T CATCH ME NONNY!!! I'LL NEVER TELL!!" she called back at you. You chased her down the upstairs hallway and she ducked into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut and locking it JUST before you reached her.

"You can't hide in there forever, Pinkamena Diane Pie! I WILL tickle you until you tell me exactly what that little secret is!" you shouted against the door.

You heard Pinkie's cute voice sassing you. "Well Nonny, you gotta CATCH me first...I'm not gonna come outta here till you're gone. Tickling is fun, but I can't take it from you. No fair."

You hatched a plan quickly, saying in a defeated tone, "Fine, fine, you win...I can't wait for long here, the secret is safe with you..." and made footstep sounds that gradually faded out from the hall, making sure not to stand directly in front of the door. This was just in case she looked under the door for your shadow.

After a minute, you heard the door click open, and saw Pinkie's head peek outwards.

"RAAAGHH!!" you roared, shoving your way through the door and making Pinkie scream. You pulled her into the room with you, locking the door again. She dove onto the bed and tried to escape to the other side, but you managed to catch up to her.

You grabbed both her ankles, climbing over her legs and sitting on the backs of her thighs.

"Noooononono, Nonny, pleaaase not there..." she begged, looking back at you with the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster. But you noticed a slight smirk behind the sad, helpless look. So you turned around to face Pinkie's feet.

"Sorry, Miss Pie...either you gimme the secret, or I tickle your precious little feet till you spill the beans..." you teased, slowly peeling off one of Pinkie's soft elf-like boots, and following through with one of her red and white thigh-high stockings, exposing her bare sole. Her toes were scrunched as tight as they could go in anticipation of their torture.

You repeated the process with her other leg, exposing her other sole to you, and forced both of her feet down to the bed so they couldn't kick. Since she refused to reveal the Gift Givers' location to you, you decided to show no mercy.

Your nails dug deeply into her smooth soles and dragged downwards slowly, deliberately, causing her to burst out into her bubbly and adorable giggles immediately. Every time your fingers traveled upwards again, you increased the speed of your strokes. Before long, there was barely a mathod to your madness. Your fingers simply skated across both of her smooth, cupcake-scented soles erratically and quickly.

"I'LLTALKI'LLTALKI'LLTALK!! PLEEEASE!!! EEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Pinkie squealed out, her face blushing madly and her toes flexing tightly in an attempt at lessening the feel of your fingers. But she was simply too ticklish for you. You weren't going to fall for the same trick twice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have run away last time...I think I'll let you enjoy the tickling for a little longer, Element of Laughter..." you responded, wrapping both of your legs around hers and sitting lower on her body. This way, her feet had much less leeway to kick and wiggle, and were more vulnerable to your adventurous hands.

"I'M SOHOHO-AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!" she suddenly burst out, as soon as you explored the areas directly under and between her toes. She pounded her fists against the bed, crying out for you to cease the relentless assault on her sensitive soles. But your fingers weren't having that. They were just too soft.

"You're WHAT? Sorry Pinks, didn't quite catch that..." you teased, squirming a single finger across each arch. Her feet tried to cross over one another to shield themselves from your assault as tears streamed down her giggling face.

"I-I'M SOR-HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!!!" she feebly tried to shout. But you still didn't get what she was trying to say...or so she thought. Her tickling-addled brain wouldn't allow her to do anything other than squirm and beg for forgiveness.

"One more time, I think you almost have it," you said, nonchalantly. You then grabbed her right foot with both hands to hold it totally still, leaned down and pressed your tongue up against her heel, dragging it slowly up to her adorable toes, and making sure to make audible slurping sounds to tease the party girl further.

Just as the vaguely cupcake-like taste of her sole intoxicated you too much for you to stop, she pulled her head out from the depths of a pillow and screamed out loudly and clearly.

"I'M SORRY!!! SOHOHOHORYYYYYPLEASEI'LLTALKNOWWWW!!"

You continued to tickle her left foot furiously and collect her sweat on the right foot on your tongue for only a few minutes longer, and then you slowed it down over another few minutes to a standstill. Pinkie panted, gasping for air, a heavy blush on her face and her soles.

"O-ok...phew...Nonny, please, I'll tell you where the...Gift Givers are...that was fun, but...please, lemme have my feetsies back..." she stammered, her legs pulling themselves back against the snare of your own legs.

"Sigh...alright, Pinkie, I guess I'll let 'em go...for now..." you said, leaning down and placing a kiss on her left sole, loosening up your legs so she could pull free. She managed to crawl off the bed and stand up, shaking off the exhaustion as much as possible.

She beckoned you along, and you hopped out of bed and followed behind her, eyes never leaving her abused feet hitting the floor and leading you forward. She then made it to a certain spot in the destroyed bakery, and reached around your torso, grabbing you and pulling you up against her.

"I dunno if I should trust you with this con-fid-end-teal info, Nonny, you were mean to me and my feet...but, I guess I can take the risk..."

"Wait, you said you'd give me the location!" you protested.

"No no, this is ANOTHER secret...one that no one should know of..."

Before you could respond to the crazy party girl, a trapdoor opened beneath your feet.

"AAA-" you yelled out, but as soon as you both hit a metal slide, Pinkie covered your mouth with all her might, shutting you up instantly. When the ride was over, she let go of you and left you to gasp, grasping your chest. You held onto it tightly and tried not to suffer a heart attack.

The trapdoor closed above you. "Hehehe, sorry Nonny, buuuut, I can't have anyone discovering my party-planning cave..." she said, bent over a filing cabinet and rifling through.

"Well...whatever, what are all these cabinets doing around here?" you inquired, brushing a llama-shaped balloon out of your face and opening one of them up.

"Oh, those are just my dossiers on everyone in town, so I can throw 'em the best party..." she explained as you looked through the A's to G's. You found your name relatively quickly, and noticed a disturbingly high amount of info next to your name and photo.

"Really? My next party is gonna have you and a pair of stocks as a present?" you asked, tensing up and sweating at the mere thought of what she had planned.

"Oh C'MON, NONNY!!!" she shouted as she snatched the file from your hands, pouting. "That was a surprise, now I gotta think of something else!"

You grinned softly at her, "Well, I WAS surprised, now I want you to throw that party for me...please?"

Pinkie thought for a moment. "Okaaaaay, fine, even though it's not a surprise...but anyway, Nonny, as I promised...here," she said, handing you an old piece of parchment.

You opened it up and saw that it was a map. Somewhere beyond Yakyakistan was a secret grove with a small cabin, and a badly-drawn portrait of three reindeer-people.

"Yyyyyup, that's where they are...keep it a secret, Nonny, I don't want yaks to be mad at me..." she said, wringing her hands and begging.

"Oh c'mon Pinks, you know I'd NEVER get you in trouble like that. Now, I have to go get some extra presents for Hearth's Warming. Now, how do I get out of here?" you asked her.

"Oh, Twilight built a little teleporter thingy-mabob outta here since climbing up the slide was too hard. Just stand in there," she pointed at a small, circular device on the floor.

You approached the strange machine, and looked back at the party girl one last time. "So...do this again sometime?"

Pinkie smirked at you. "I'll be READY next time, Mr. Tickle-Meanie..."

And then you stepped into the teleporter, appearing directly in the center of Ponyville, and stared at the yak-drawn map.

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

Toetal Relaxation

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..."

Good Lord, What is Happening in There?

You left the exhausted (maybe?) Element of Laughter behind, deciding the best course of action was to make your way to the train station. Ever since that School of Friendship was built, the amount of rail links between friendly countries skyrocketed. And Yakyakistan was no exception.

It only took you all the money that you were going to use to buy that new video game for Hearth's Warming - Gaea Everfree's Saga. Nothing like searching for a reason why crops are failing, tracing the problem to mystical fairies, and fighting a big forest monster with a pair of magic secateurs...but that could wait.

The train ride to Yakyakistan only took six hours, as opposed to the eighteen hours it used to take on the old Friendship Express, thanks to the Crystal Empire donating a high-speed crystal train to Equestria for their aid against Sombra several times. Not only the speed was upgraded, but the luxuries were off the charts.

Then came the difficult part, however. The rails ended at the gates of Yakyakistan, the city. It was the only settlement in the entire country, and it seemed to be utterly abandoned...at most, the meager amount of straw and wooden buildings could house one hundred and fifty of those hulking beasts of burden. How they were to survive in that climate, you dared not ask yourself.

More importantly, the map you collected from Pinkie stated that the hidden grove was situated far north of the tiny territory, and you realised you forgot to actually bring any supplies (except for your winter clothing and a few chocolate bars you stashed in your pocket a month ago and forgot about. Eugh.)

But was the lack of supplies going to stop you from grabbing and licking and sucking on your extra Hearth's Warming gifts? That may or may not even be given to you? Absolutely not. So you decided to trudge on past the tiny village, for miles and miles.

Along the way, barely able to see through the high winds, and just about capable of moving your fingers (even through your gloves) you managed to hike over a set of what looked like mountains, but were just a series of little ridges and foothills. Not much later, you were blown off your feet twice by the blizzard and had to rest a little while face down in the snow. If there was one thing you didn't want to do in this weather, it was sweat even a bit.

When the storm died down slightly, you were able to walk forward again without needing boots made of iron. Interestingly, you came across what looked like a half-buried anchor of a boat, with a long-frozen rope tied to its loop. What could one of those have been doing out in the snow like that?

A while later into your journey, after you stopped to rest once again and nearly shatter your teeth on frozen chocolate, a big polar bear walked up to you and looked down at you with pity.

"Gah!! Must...slowly crawl away...can't get eaten..." you shouted, quite ironically attracting the bear's attention even more.

"Hey...hey hey, calm down, bud, I'm not gonna eat you..." he said, holding out his paw and grabbing your hand.

Surprisingly, he helped you to your feet.

"Uh, heh...sorry, Mr. Polar Bear, your kind tends to be a little scary..." you said sheepishly.

"Indeed, we look scary, but we hate hurting others. My name's Chuck, nice to meet you."

You nodded politely. "Anon."

"Now, Anon, the only way you could have known how to get up here was Miss Pie having told you. You must be a friend of hers. She and I met last year."

You took out the ancient (or just yak-made) map and showed it to him. "I'm trying to see the Gift Givers. You know of them, right?"

"That's the only reason someone would ever come up here. C'mon, you look exhausted, I'll get you there, like I did for Pinkie," he said, smiling warmly.

"Weeeellll, ok then! I could use the help..." you sighed. He grabbed your arm and helped you up onto his back.

"Now sit back and enjoy the little light show above you, we'll be there in an hour," he called back to you, easily walking forward through the blizzard.

For the hour or so you rested on his back, you just tried to stay warm and watched the northern lights above you. The further Chuck walked into the storm, the brighter the lights became. And soon, you spotted small lamp-posts that could easily fit inside wardrobes. They were striped, like candy canes, and either gave green, yellow or red light out to their surroundings.

And with one last step of the polar bear, you noticed that all around you, the pine trees were decorated in the most beautiful lights you ever laid eyes on. They seemed to be made of crystal and were powered by the overwhelming amount of magical energy you felt in the air. On top of the sights, your nose picked up the smell of cinnamon and mint mixed together.

Chuck then allowed you to slide off his back. "Here we are, sir...the Gift Givers of the Grove."

You turned back to him, waving goodbye. "Hey, thank you so much for the ride, it was a most pleasant journey."

Chuck grinned and waved back, stepping back off into the blizzard. "Say hi to Pinkie for me!"

You continued to wave until he was out of sight. And then you turned around, noticing that the harsh winds and snow had stopped around you. In the distance, you could spot a small cabin with the lights on inside, the path to the front door decorated with candy canes. You ran to the cabin as fast as you could, eager to get out of the freezing weather.

As soon as you reached the front door, and put your fist up to knock, the retired-looking one in heavy green clothing and a scarf that fell over her back yanked the door open, pulling you inside with a shocking amount of force.

"By Antla Claus's glowing nose, what took you so long?" she scolded, wagging a finger at you.

The first glimpse of the place was like heaven for you as a child...and heaven for you in the present. (Hahaha.) Gifts littered the floor of the place, all wrapped up nicely, but with no tags for any specific creatures. Garlands and wreaths and coloured lights hung from the beams above you, and there was an enormous pine tree with even more packages shoved under its needles.

A small furnace warmed the place, making it feel cozy and shielded from the harshness of the outdoors. The smell of cookie dough, as well as the minty and cinnamony smell you picked up outside, was driving your nostrils insane and making you drool. A small archway led to a small, yet homely kitchen, and a staircase led to...well, upstairs.

"Hey hey, arent'cha gonna gimme an answer?" the one with glasses demanded. "What were you doing out in the snow? I mean, did Pinkie really have ta show ya where we are?"

"Oh, uhh, was just admiring the place, Miss..." you started. Just then, the oven in the kitchen dinged, and the middle aged reindeer-lady from the poster walked out into the living room with a tray of the most delicious-looking pastries you'd ever seen.

"The cookies are rea-oh...and who might you be? How did you find us?" she asked, placing them down on a coffee table.

"His name's Anon, and he wanted some extra presents for Hearth's Warming, so he came ALLLLL this way to see us...crazy youngsters..." the older one responded.

A new, younger voice chimed in, and the young teenager-looking reindeer girl floated gently down the flight of stairs...and she had a pair of adorable stockings on her feet. The same kind that could fit gifts and candy inside. The cloven hoof-boots she wore in the poster were gone.

"Don't worry, he's not here to STEAL any toys or anything...I know why he was cumming to see us," she said. You could tell she knew exactly what she said, and she had the most evil little grin on her youthful, freckled face.

"Ummm, right, so what's your names? Considering you already know mine..." you said, slightly creeped out by the younger's demeanor.

They stood side by side, the old one speaking first, then the middle, then the youngest. "My name's Aurora, young'un! I know all that's already went on before!"

"I'm Bori, nice to meet you! I, well, mostly just try to keep these crazy kids from going wild," she giggled, earning a huff from Aurora.

"And I'm Alice. I'm able see the future, like what you're going to ask next."

You felt a strong compulsion to ask an odd series of questions, and the freckled reindeer stared up at you expectantly, with a hint of confusion on her features. "Ummm...Aurora...Bori...Alice...at this time of year?"

Alice held up her hand. "Yes. At this time of day."

"In this part of the country...?"

She nodded. "I have no idea why you're asking this...but yes. Obviously."

"Localised-"

"No, obviously not entirely within our kitchen. You saw that as you made your way over here," Alice interrupted, staring at you like you had twelve heads.

"So, seeing as you know the future, then you've already got...presents ready to give to me...?"

Alice chuckled, shaking her head. "Sorry, my presumptuous...and rather gross, friend...the power of foresight and the impulse to act is just like the interplay between intelligence and wisdom."

"G-gross...well, I never..." you said, knowing exactly what she meant by that. Aurora held a hand out and continued speaking for the young future-oriented reindeer girl.

"One might have intelligence enough to realise that cakes are bad for us, but we may not have the wisdom to stop cramming that delicious-looking fatty cream cake into our salivating mouth."

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "So in your case, you have the power of foresight, but you're too lazy to act on it?"

Bori threw a cookie at your face in displeasure at your assumption. Despite your face being covered in crumbs, you caught the cookie as it slid down your coat, and munched on it with vigour.

"Not LAZY, Anon, but prudent. What could you have possibly come for that would make Alice not want to act on her foresight, hmm? There has to be a GOOD REASON she called you gross..." she said, indignantly, her cloven hoof-shaped boot tapping on the floor.

Alice quickly stepped in front of you, spreading her arms to defend you from any more cookies being used as chakrams. "Whoa, hold on Bori, it's fine, he's not gonna hurt anyone...I just found it kinda funny that something so weird was what he ran all the way up here for."

Aurora nodded and shot you an accusatory look, her aged lips curling into the slightest grin as she straightened her glasses. "The little fella went n' did stuff to that Pinkie Pie girl to find us...and after some weird things done to her feet, the poor girl gave him the map!"

Bori gasped quietly, her eyes going wide, and her normally-pink face going red at the realisation that she got all bent out of shape for no good reason. "Wait...so he wasn't here to steal presents meant for kids across the world...? H-heh, uhm, sorry Anon...didn't realise Alice was just having fun..."

You shook your head and grinned sheepishly, still unable to speak since you were munching on the cookie.

Alice giggled, wiggling her toes beneath the stockings. "These puppies were the only extra 'presents' he wanted. I just HAD to tease him for a bit...oh, what a picture, his eyes barely ever left my feet since he saw them!"

Aurora facepalmed, and sat down on her rocking chair, using her broken antler-wand to slip off her boots and rested her head in her hand. "Well, besides the lil' scandalous stuff with Pinkie Pie, I think Antla Claus would say he's been good this year...whaddya say, Alice?"

Alice floated up and sat by the fireplace, resting her loosely-stockinged feet up near the flames to warm them. "Oh, he's gonna be REAL good, especially after he gets his little present..."

Bori's face remained red, as she stepped back towards the small kitchen, her earrings jingling quietly. Much of the curvy pink reindeer lady's body was exposed, like in the poster, but her maroon boots remained on her feet, sadly concealing them. "I guess, if Aurora and Alice say you've been good...you can come with me and help bake..."

You began to sweat, staring and drooling over Alice's small, nimble (and hidden) toes, and then shifting your glance to Aurora's aged, yet silky feet rubbing together to stay warm. You also desperately wanted to follow Bori to the kitchen...to see what Bori's feet were able to do...

Alice laughed and stroked her own right sole through the large stocking, running her nails along the arch. "You only get to pick one...because you're way more into one of us than the other two. I know it. Tell me whose feet you so badly want to have as a present."

But which do you choose? Aurora, the elder and most experienced? Bori, the motherly and curvy? Or Alice, the younger and cutest?

Author's Note

For lovers of Aurora: Here
For lovers of Bori: Here
For lovers of Alice: Here

Aurorable Feet

You couldn't help yourself. Aurora was the one to fulfill your needs. So, knowing that Alice knew what you wanted anyway, you blurted out, "Please, Aurora...your feet look wonderful, and I need you to...work on me."

Aurora looked taken aback. "Me?? Outta all three of us? But..." she rubbed her soles together somewhat nervously."

"Hah, knew it. Go have some fun, Aurora, you could use it," Alice chuckled, "c'mon Bori, let's leave these two lovebirds alone."

Bori bit her lip and covered her cheeks, floating up the staircase with Alice, their sleigh bells sounding slightly until they faded from your hearing range.

You didn't care if they watched anyway, because you were already knelt down and you grabbed both of them, planting kisses all the way from her right big toe up to the end of her foot. Aurora huffed, giggling slightly, before melting into the affection you gave to her feet.

"O-oooh, yeah, that actually feels preeeetty nice..." she sighed happily, leaning back in her rocking chair. You couldn't stop yourself from squeezing her aged left foot greedily, while nuzzling the top of her bare right foot with your cheek.

"Wha? Does young feller Anon like a lil' of this?" She said, placing her left sole on your cheek and dragging it backwards towards her. The toes held onto the skin of your cheek as her foot dragged backwards, allowing you to truly appreciate how well Aurora took care of her feet. Despite how long they'd been around, they were as soft as could be, and were kept warm by her boots.

She may have been old, but she knew all the ins and outs of what you loved about Pinkie's feet back in Ponyville. And she used her knowledge of the past to her advantage, granting you pleasures that even you forgot to try while in Ponyville. She grinned down at your reaction to her foot dragging across your face, and continued to do so with her left foot in circles while you worshipped her right.

She soon pulled her right sole away from you, and grabbed hold of her broken antler-wand. The wand glowed a light green briefly, and soon, Aurora's big toe had a small mistletoe plant wrapped around with a red ribbon. She grinned seductively down at you, and pinched your nose briefly with her left toes.

"Hehehehehe, guess who's under the mistleTOE..." Aurora chuckled, holding her foot over your head and wiggling her toes invitingly, "I think you know what to do, crazy lil' youngster..."

You didn't just give her toe a kiss for what she did, no. It deserved so much more love than a simple smooch. You wrapped your lips around her right big toe, dragging your tongue along its underside and savouring its taste. The taste was a mixture of sweet spearmint and her own sweat from inside her boots, and it was the single greatest thing you'd ever put your tongue on. She covered her mouth and began to giggle slightly, scrunching her toes as you darted your tongue in between her big and second toe, the sharp leaves of the plant gently scratching at her sensitive skin.

You repeated this process quite thoroughly on each of her toes, making sure to give each one an affectionate kiss at the end, as per mistletoe protocol. You also made sure to massage the rest of her foot with great care, working out any tension she may have had, and feeling up her curvy arch in the process. Aurora in turn continued to drag her spearmint left sole all across and over your head as you worshipped her, her adorable old smile bringing a sense of being loved to your heart, something you hadn't felt for a long time. (Well, maybe only a month, since that time with Gallus.)

With one final kiss to her litte toe, and your breath having freshened up because of her taste and aroma, Aurora spoke up, rocking back and forth. "C'mon, ya whippersnapper, is that all ya wanted? My ol' feet are aching for affection..."

You shook your head, and grabbed her right ankle as tightly as you could, gliding your tongue up her sole for more of her delicious taste, causing her to jolt and curl up her foot. But you didn't stop with just one lick. Over and over you made your way over the ridges and wrinkles of her scrunched foot, making sure the entire surface was covered in a layer of your saliva.

"H-hehehehe, yer gonna have to do a lil' more than that if ya want this ol' lady to help yer little friend out," Aurora chuckled, her left foot now buried beneath your winter coat and sliding up and down against your chest. She soon became impatient, and used her broken antler-wand to remove all of your clothing, causing you to jump slightly and let go of her foot to try and cover up.

"Aww, c'mon now, Anon, who's gonna see ya but me n' the others? Lemme see whatcha got under there," Aurora commanded, dragging her left big toe down your chin seductively.

As soon as you uncovered yourself for her to see, blushing slightly, Aurora's old, wrinkled eyelids opened up more than you thought possible, but she quickly calmed down and giggled. "Ol' Aurora's still got it..."

Her right foot slipped back out of your grip and slid along her left sole, spreading your recent tongue bath evenly over both of her curvy, sexy soles. She then wrapped both of them around your cheeks this time, licking her lips and staring you down from above her glasses.

You sighed deeply at the sensation of her warm soles around your cheeks, and closed your eyes as her feet slid over your face. You let out a moan, but then realised her feet were very gently pushing your head backwards, since you were sitting on the floor below her rocking chair. So you complied with her 'request', laying your hands over top of her loving feet, and laying on the hardwood floor.

"Now, Anon, let ol' Aurora take care of it all..." she cooed. Slowly but surely, both of her experienced soles dragged down your body, over your lips, your chin and neck, your chest, below your belly...until they both came to a rest at your groin.

You weren't able to take your eyes away from her feet pressing together, side by side, on your hilt. Slowly but surely, your member slid between the sides of her feet, right where her arch began. Up and down they went, occasionally sliding back and forth and making her toes press up against your belly briefly. She then slipped her soft, pampered feet all the way back off your cock, and grinned down at you, rubbing her big toes together enticingly.

You craned your head upwards to witness the elderly reindeer lady drag her mistletoe-decorated right big toe down from your tip to your hilt. Your back instinctively arched at the amazing sensation, and you began to leak pre all over her experienced, yet perfect feet. She seemed pleased at your reaction, and continued to tease you with both of her big toes, being as careful as she could as so not to allow you to unload too early. But even her expertise in teasing was pushing you closer to the edge.

"Oooh, ya like when I do that? Well, yer gonna love this too..." she said, pressing the weight of her left sole down on your member, rubbing the bottom of her foot back and forth over the underside. You trembled violently and seethed in pleasure, clenching your fists and trying to focus on holding yourself back. It would have be rude and dishonourable to just blow it right there and then, after all the wonderful work Aurora put in.

But she didn't seem to care about that for too long. Every time her foot would slide over your cock backwards, her big and second toes would clench the tip in between them, forcing a loud moan from your throat, and every time it would slide forward, her foot would straighten out entirely just so you had the chance to feel the curve of her arch run over your member.

"Ehehehe, enjoying your extra Hearth's Warming present? We're not done QUITE yet, so hold on tight..." she said. She slowly pulled back the weight of her spearmint foot, allowing your member to stand to full attention once again, and then quickly wrapped her warm, surprisingly graceful feet around you once again. The top of her left foot pressed your shaft into her slick right sole, and each foot was moving smoothly in circles around the sides of you, sending blissful sensations up your body.

You let out a tense, strained groan, closing your eyes tightly and trying to ignore the feeling of her perfect feet for a little while longer.

"Aww, c'mon now Anon, ya don't have to hold back so much, let it all out," Aurora said. To push you further to the edge, she turned her left foot around on your length, gripping the side with all five of her toes, gliding them up and down with ease. She also pressed her right sole above your tip, dragging the slick surface across the sensitive area very gently.

You couldn't hold on any longer against the relentless assault of her curvy, softened feet. You let out a loud grunt, thrusting upwards against the underside of her right foot, unloading quite painfully hard directy into her arch and coating it in white. Most of your essence that covered her right sole leaked downwards to her heel, and also onto her left set of toes, which were still gently jerking you off and coaxing more seed from you.

The powerful orgasm left you stunned and panting, and Aurora took the time to remove her silky feet from your length, rubbing her soles together seductively for you to watch.

"Ahhh, I'm glad ya did that stuff to poor Pinkie...that was nice n' warm for an old lady like myself. Can't believe ya picked me...but I ain't complainin'."

You gasped and managed to sit up, heavily enjoying the sight of her cum-soaked feet dragging together, and her mistletoe decorated right foot curling.

"Now why dont'cha stick around for Hearth's Warming? I'll let ya rub my feet till ya go home...sound good?" she offered.

"I...have no idea how I'm going to make it back through the blizzard to Ponyville, but...I'll figure it out later, Hearth's Warming Eve is still young...and I got a lovely lady who needs some foot love..." you said, nodding vigorously.

Would you even go back to Ponyville if you could? Not likely. Aurora's feet demand your full and undivided attention. Hopefully not just for the wonderful season of Hearth's Warming. So that's precisely what you gave to her for the rest of the night.

Author's Note

Happy Hearth's Warming! If you chose this path, good on you. Aurora's feet will be craving your attention for as long as you stay there.

Make sure to follow me for (hopefully) another year of sexy foot fun! And if you don't, that's fine...I won't put mistletoe on my toes for you.

UnBorivable Feet

All it took was one look at the tall, curvy pink woman, and how much skin was exposed below her apron. "I'd LOVE to help you in the kitchen, Bori..."

She chuckled nervously. "Me...? Oh my, you came all this way just to have ME as a present? I mean, um..."

Alice quickly spoke up. "Yeah, knew it. Couldn't resist those curves, huh?"

Bori quickly scurried off into the sweet-smelling kitchen, leaving you to stare at her barely-hidden, bouncy behind, and down her legs. You couldn't do anything but drool at the hypnotic sight.

The young reindeer girl flicked the back of your head, snapping you out of your trance. "What're you WAITING for? There's a sexy pair of feet in there and you're just sitting there?? Go!!!"

She shoved you hard and forced you to stumble into the small kitchen, alone with the reindeer of your affection, Bori herself. Besides the fact that the air in that particular room of the cabin comprised of fifty percent sugar, you witnessed something even sweeter. She was sitting down at the small kitchen table, slowly removing her high-heeled cloven boots and placing them neatly to her side. There were no socks underneath.

The only thing hidden in those boots was her bare pink feet, slightly shiny from being trapped in those boots most of the time. They were obviously a fair bit bigger than Alice's, owing to her seemingly older age than her, and the arches were curved high. The toes were painted the same colour as her hair - a dark shade of magenta.

"So...heh, you like my feet, huh..." Bori giggled with a bashful grin. She stood back up, slowly walking over to a selection of baking ingredients, and a plastic bowl to mix in.

"If you help me make my Hearth's Warming brownies, I'll...let you see what I can do. Sound good, Anon?" she offered, tapping a wooden spoon on the counter.

"Ohhhh alright, only because you're so delectable..." you agreed. She wasn't able to look you in the eyes, but she gulped and nodded, cracking a smile.

"Er, umm, yeah, I guess I am, huh?" she said, beginning to lose her apprehension and pressing her large breasts together, right in front of your face. "Now, how about I add the ingredients, and you can stir? I guarantee, if we work together...you'll have quite a treat..."

You decided to go along with her request, handing her the flour, a few eggs, and an unhealthy amount of sugar. She balanced on one leg gracefully while she added the ingredients, so one of her supple-looking soles was facing upwards, directly in your line of sight. And she made sure to curl and splay her toes carefully, so you could bear witness to every little detail.

"Anon, sweetie, I don't know why you're just staring back there..." she started, swaying her hips back and forth, "I still need a few more things to finish up the batter..."

You snapped back to some form of attention. She still did need the baking and cocoa powder, so you handed both to her. And you watched in complete amazement as Bori emptied the entire bag of cocoa powder into the mix, pressing her soft sole against your upper leg firmly.

"G-great Faust, you must have learned something from Pinkie..." you stuttered, reaching down to feel up the foot pressed up against you. But she pulled it back down to the floor before you could truly get a feel for how perfect it was.

"Heh, now Anon, c'mon over, it's time to get mixing," she said. You positioned yourself in front of the bowl and grabbed a whisk from the counter, and slowly, you felt her presence loom behind you. She rested her head above yours, her arms wrapping around you in a hug, breasts pressing up against your back.

Sweating and blushing, you began to stir the mixture of seventy percent cocoa powder and thirty percent other ingredients, allowing one of her hands to guide your arm to stir better.

She laid a kiss on your ear, wrapping her right leg around your waist and pressing her pink sole directly on your bulge. You let out a soft groan as her affectionate lips made their way down your neck, and lost focus on your stirring as her toes gently stroked your bulge, causing you to twitch.

Suddenly, Bori lost her balance, her foot pressing HARD into your groin as she stumbled backwards. Her hands, which were holding onto yours, pulled back as well, causing the whisk to topple the dangerously sugary mixture over the counter. You managed to sidestep just in time...but Bori's lower legs and feet were coated in the gooey sweet substance.

"Oh dear, Nonny, sweetie...I'm SO sorry, all the batter splashed over my feet..." she apologised, a hint of playful seduction behind her words.

"Uh-oh-uhm, sorry, I should have..." you started, but she hugged you from behind once again, murmuring into your ear.

"No sense letting it go to waste."

Was she implying what you thought she was? Your mind was telling you no, but your body...your body was telling you yes. She sat down in one of the chairs from earlier, crossing one soft thigh over the other, a drop of chocolate batter dripping from her splayed toes. She beckoned you over, twisting her foot in a single circle. And you weren't able to resist.

You got down on your knees in front of the chair, and Bori happily obliged, pressing her cacao-coated sole against your cheek, dragging it up and down. But you were greedy, and couldn't bear to lose any of the mixture. So you grabbed her foot with both hands and started sliding your tongue wildly over the curvy surface of her pink sole.

Bori giggled hard at your roughness, crinkling her sole so the chocolatey toes slid along your forehead when you ran your slick tongue across her foot. Since her foot was shaking so hard, you decided to pull her toes backwards as well, so you wouldnt miss even the smallest section of her battered (haha) sole.

Her lips parted and more chortles sounded from her throat, as you managed to clean the entirety of the sole of the mixture. Despite the feeling of granulated sugar pulsing through your nerves, you decided to soldier on, and pushed your tongue into each of her toe spaces, laying a passionate kiss on the underside of each soft, flexible digit.

"Ehehehehe, Anonnnnn, that tickles...c'moooon, you got the whole thing," Bori said, trying to pull her captive toes back and away from your sealed lips. But you were too into the taste of her actual sole now, and simply wouldn't let go of her poor foot, your tongue wildly running on her upper sole as you sucked on her toes.

She had to grab her antler-wand from the counter and use it to pry your mouth open, pulling your head away from her slick and shiny pink sole. You frowned up at her as she also forced you to let go of her foot with both hands.

"You did a fine job, Anon, but...what about the other one?" she inquired, pressing her other foot, still slathered in that sweet baking concoction, right into your cheek and leaving a cocoa-flavoured footprint. Her recently-cleaned toes made their way down your body, and grasped onto the zipper of your coat. Despite her toes being slippery from the tongue bath they endured, they were still dexterous enough to hold onto the zipper of your coat and drag it all the way down your chest, until your jacket parted to expose your shirt underneath.

"Wh...what are...mmm...you doing...?" you moaned out, between firm, lustful swipes of your tongue.

"Just a little...motivator, to be nice and thorough..." she cooed, her foot now pressing into your bulge once again, but this time, her toes wrapped around your pants zipper and completely undid that as well, her toes now resting on the tip of your boxers.

You started to sweat, increasing the intensity of your licks tenfold. Her bare foot began to rub your crotch enticingly, and your tongue dragged up every inch of her precious sole, all of the brownie batter stuck on her silky skin being retrieved with each slurp.

Bori kept on giggling adorably, the blush on her face deepening as her big and second toes parted the front fabric of your now-soaked boxers, and allowed your member to stand to attention. Her big toe caressed the tip delicately, causing you to moan out her name, and release her other foot from your mouth, with a fair bit of the mixture still left on her sole.

"Hmmm, I thought you'd do a better and more thorough job with me if I did that...oh well, Anon, I guess we'll have to go without..."

You looked at her curiously. "W-wait, what do you me-OOOoohhh..." you groaned, feeling her both her clean and her coated sole sandwiching your length tightly. Both of them glided up and down at the same time at first, slathering your member in the delicious chocolatey sauce. She may have been a little messy about it, but your wild tongue bath, combined with the mixture that she may or may not have spilled on purpose, served to allow her feet to slide over your cock better and easier.

You tensed yourself hard as Bori's batter-covered toes gripped around your tip, and her other bare pink sole pressed into your sack, the set of toes gently stroking your hilt. Shaking violently, but trying to keep control of yourself, you wrapped your hand around her cleansed foot, stroking the back of it carefully enough as so not to disturb her movements on your length. It was so warm, so soft, perfect to bury your face in on a cold winter's night like the one you were experiencing.

But thankfully, Bori's feet were keeping you cozy and warm. She grinned seductively down at you as both sets of toes made their way to your shaft, curling tightly and stroking up and down in opposing directions. This caused you to clench your fists and teeth, and to try desperately to hold back against the soft, relentless assault of her beautiful feet.

Bori's expertise didn't allow you to do so for long. She once again closed her supple soles around your member, but this time in a vertical direction, so your length was engulfed in its entirety by the perfection that was Bori's pair of feet. The skin yielded to the shape of your cock perfectly, as if they were designed specifically to pleasure you.

"Buh...Bori...AAAHH!!" you cried out, thrusting between her divine soles and finishing unbelievably hard. Your essence made its way up past her soles, landing on the tops of her feet and between every space of her toes. You continued to thrust upwards like this as she bit her lip, blushing furiously at the warm, sticky feeling on somewhere as unlikely as her feet.

Eventually, you managed to calm down enough to think clearly once again. Bori released her soles' firm grip on your length, reaching down to one of her toe spaces and dipping her forefinger in there. She lifted your slightly chocolate-infused cum to her face, tasting it curiously.

"Mmmhh, that was fun...and quite tasty, I might add..." Bori said, licking her lips and batting her eyelashes at you. Your legs tensed up and eyes went wide as she continued to slip her own fingers across her soles and toes, collecting as much of your seed as she could, and continuing to lick it off her fingers.

You managed to stand back up as she was doing that, but as soon as you did, she got down onto her knees and grabbed your legs, wrapping her soft lips around your member and sucking on you greedily, her tongue swirling around your shaft and causing you to gasp, placing your hands on her head for balance.

After a few moments of sucking and licking you, she popped off and panted, your cock now completely clean of any brownie batter left over. "Mmmhh, heh...sorry Anon, had to make sure to clean up the mess, huh?"

You chuckled weakly and nodded, zipping both your articles of clothing back up and helping the tall reindeer woman to her feet. "Don't worry about it...it was a little messy..."

Bori nodded. "That...felt really good, though. Maybe...we can bake a little more together? At least until you go home? Hmm?"

Her toes splaying and curling slowly on the floor was enough to put the answer in your mind. You were stuck here. There was no way back through that blizzard that you knew of. But...you couldn't possibly argue with it.

"I'll take that as a yes...we're going to have a REALLY happy Hearth's Warming..." she murmured into your ear as she hugged you from the side.

Author's Note

Hope you have a happy Hearth's Warming! This path was a wonderful one to choose, and Bori thanks you for loving her the way you do.

Make sure to follow me for (hopefully) another year of hot foot fun! Because if you do...I'm more than happy to spill some brownie batter for you.~

TickAlice Feet

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.~