A Hippogriff, A Sack, and Socks.

The sky painted a bright blue, not a cloud around, the nicest day in weeks and here I am stuck inside. I don’t know how they did it, but my friends came to the conclusion that I should be the one stuck washing their socks. You're probably wondering why I have to wash my friends' socks; you see nopony tends to wear clothes on average, and of course it would be pretty inefficient to waste time using a machine on a single article of clothing. This is what leads to as I affectionately call them Laundry parties, that being a group of friends or associates might get together and stick all their clothing in a single load to get it all washed to avoid being wasteful. Of course, some ponies wash their stuff by hoof, but I digress. I’m the one that got stuck with a bag of dirty socks. I’m still wearing my own, but 7 of my friends threw theirs in. Picked them up a little while ago.

“Yeah, Yeah Twilight don’t worry, I’ll get them all washed by tomorrow just swing by my house in the morning and you can pick up the bag.” I said, giving her a snarky smile.

“Yeah, but don’t take forever, some of us actually need our socks.”

“I said I’d get it done, and I will. Seeyah tomorrow.”

Much as I love Twilight, she can sure be a bit of a buzzkill. I took the sack from her and flung it over my shoulder as I gently took off, and lazily flew my way back home. A thick musky scent burrowed its way into my nose. While taking it in I Came to my realization.

“D-damn, somepony really must not like washing their socks.”

For the odor of socks to make it out of the sack while I’m flying, it must really be something. I nervously pondered whose socks they are before I arrived at my house. Lazily, I threw open the door and threw the sack on a table before settling down on the couch. I pulled out Power Ponies Issue 84, kicked back and started reading. Still that damn smell kept making it’s way over. I awkwardly shifted about trying my best to ignore the gently growing feeling inside of me. Truth is, you could say I have a bit of an interest in hooves, heck I can barely stand to go to the spa, seeing all those ponies getting their hooves rubbed, it can really get you worked up. Here I am with a bag of my friend’s socks, getting hot and bothered over the smell. I really am something huh. I gently set the comic down and walked over to the table. I sat on the firm maple chair and brought my gaze to the sack.

“Oh why, it’s not like I can just take them out and start playing with them.” I said as I paused for just a moment to regain my sense.

“I guess I could take a look at them though, you know, to organize them and make sure I know how many there are. That way when I wash them, I’ll know I didn’t lose any. I-it’s not like just a sniff or two wouldn’t hurt either. Not like anypony needs to know. Yeah, and I could see whose socks stink, and tell them they need to wash their socks more often.”

I shamefully opened the sack and dumped the contents on the table, a cavalcade of colors came tumbling down onto the sturdy oak surface. I gave a pitiful look before I resolved myself to the task. I was going to sort through these socks in the order of how potent their scents were.

I quickly separated them, 4 orange wool , 2 light maroon, 4 absolutely soaked limited edition Wonderbolt socks, 4 dry and sticky, pink and white striped socks, 4 blue and black striped, 4 grassy green, and 4 seafoam blue socks, one of which was wet and somewhat sticky. I marveled at the seven sets of socks, slowly theorizing who owned each pair, before setting my own Neon pink socks in a separate pile. As I gawked, I came to the conclusion that all that there was left to do, was to slowly take in the bouquet of fragrance from each sock.

“I-Its fine, this is just my repayment for being a good friend. I'm sorry, oh, I hope nopony finds out, I just can’t stop myself.”

I hung my head as I decided which set to start with, that being the 2 maroon socks. No doubt that these belonged to Rarity, after all she was the only one to own socks in sets of two, these being for some dress or such occasion I supposed. As I picked them up in my talons, I noticed the gentle odor of vanilla perfume that covered up the even more mild scent of sweat. No doubt these were the softest and smoothest of the socks. The gentle silky feeling was superb in my talons. The fabric brushed up against my nose and I inhaled, I could definitely tell that the bottom of the sock was definitely the part where the sweat cut through the perfume. No doubt this was due to whatever shoes she wore. The light scent of vanilla was so pleasant I sat there for a few seconds before I begrudgingly set them back down.

I looked down at the table pleased and decided to grab the set I assumed was Fluttershys. The grass-colored socks, as they were covered in fur, led me to infer that they were Fluttershys. I picked them up and took a close look at them. You could see on the bottom a faint amount of dirt and mud. Just a bit caked on, as well as a substantial amount of hair and fur stuck to two of them. I had no doubt in my mind these did belong to her as I brought them up to my nose. A faint earthy scent blended with that of an animalistic musk is what caught my attention. Fluttershy softly petting and tending to her animals outside is the scene I imagined in my head as I let the smell overtake me. As this went on, I could feel my passion building up. I had to relent though, so I soon decided to set them down before I got too excitable.

A moment of intrigue overtook me at the possibilities that the set of socks of which only one was wet presents. I decided to put my curiosity on hold, and instead save that one for last before mulling over the possibilities. There were the pair that was most obviously Rainbows, those being the Wonderbolt ones, The wool set, the blue and black set, and the sticky pink and white ones. In the end I decided to proceed forward to the orange wool. I picked them up and looked at them carefully before concluding that they were Applejacks. I could tell just at the sight of them that they were very well worn. They were still somewhat moist to the touch and were caked in a sizable amount of mud and grime. Applejack had worn these while doing some farm work in the colder months, no doubt about it. She was the type to choose such rugged socks that she could continue to work in for hours on end. An image of a sweat ridden applejack slowly peeling of her socks after a long day popped in my head, and my mind soon wandered before I snapped back to focus and brought them to my nose. These socks most definitely had the strongest scent yet. A heavy aroma, a potent mixture of dirt and sweat penetrated my nostrils. Some of the dirt caked to them rubbed off against my nostrils as I inhaled the potent scent of Applejack's rugged socks. I could really feel the labors that Applejack puts into her work, and I was soon finding myself quickly distracted by my little friend under the table. I felt a tinge of shame at what i was doing, but quickly pushed it down and decided that as long as I didn’t do anything worse than catching a sniff, I would be fine. I set the socks down, but not before taking one more breath saturated Applejack’s potent work.

I closed my eyes and sat there breathing softly.

“I need to calm down, focus, let’s pick the blue and black ones. Those seem a bit gentler” I softly whispered to myself before opening my eyes.

Looking at these socks confronted me with a problem. I wasn’t entirely sure who they belonged to. Starlight or Twilight were my two realistic options, blue and black didn’t seem like the kind of choice PRinkie would make after all. A peculiar detail caught my eye, two of the socks showed much more wear than the others. As I slowly brought them to my nose I was inspired.

“These must be Twilights.” I gave a small smirk to myself. One pair was noticeably less worn than the other pair, those worn ones being as to where you could definitely see the outline of her hoof. Twilight would frequently remove the front pair when reading, as the socks made it harder to turn pages. The scent emanating from these socks were much lighter, and stronger than that of Rarity’s or Fluttershys, but nowhere near the potency of Applejacks. I could feel the heat in my face as I took in the gentle scent emanating from twilight’s socks. All I could think of was Twilight reading late at night, her hooves sweating in those sweet-smelling socks I was huffing. Twilight gently peeling off her socks one by one and laying them down, stretching out her moist hooves and heading to sleep. At this point I could feel my problem under the table growing substantially. I soon realized I needed to get back on track and get my face out of Twilight’s lovely socks. I put them down while slowly struggling to get them out of my talons before overlooking the three sets left.

I felt a drive towards the sticky set of striped socks. I brought them up to my nose and was stunned.

“What the, Pinkie! Who gets their socks covered In Syrup!.” I blurted out loudly.

“Oh no.” I quickly looked around and hoped that nopony was outside my front window.

“Deep breaths, Calm down. Nopony saw you, your fine.” I slowly gripped the socks and gently gave them a lick, “Yeah, these were definitely pinkies.” I whispered as I took in a salty sweet taste. Even still, coated in syrup as they may be, the unique salty taste of sweat made its way through. Afterall, a hyperactive pony like Pinkie Pie must sweat furiously into her socks. I could only imagine all of the slumber parties she wore these beauties at, and how they got so delectable. If i had to describe the taste, I would say the blend of sweat and sweet was something tantamount to a salted caramel, only a bit more intense and maple flavored. Gently I continued to lick at the sock for a bit before I decided that it was in my best interest to keep going before anypony did decide to pay me a visit.

At this point I was so tense, Only two options left, the most potent smelling of them all, the Wonderbolt ones, and the mystery of the wet, sticky, sock. My face contorted at the thought of the latter and I sat there for just a moment reflecting on my actions. Deciding that I hit the point of no return I looked on and grabbed the soaking pair of Wonderbolt themed socks. A layer of Rainbows sweat was already forming over my talons, and I couldn't even begin to imagine last time she washed these. I knew she was a bit of a messy mare, but seriously I could smell these from across the table. I brought these up to my face and I deeply inhaled, all I could smell was a pungent, damp aroma that absolutely saturated the air around me. Deep in my lungs I could feel her stench taking root in me, her sweat seeping out onto my face. It took everything I had in me not to give a reach below the table or start lapping at her socks like a puppy.

“I swear I’m telling Rainbow she needs to wash her socks. Seriously, what did that mare do to get them this aromatic and appealing.” I sat there and blissfully took in everything I could from her socks. The smell of every post workout nap, bedtime, workouts at home, late nights spent reading daring do, every last bit I could think of Rainbow while my face got coated in a layer of her sweat. I sat there and quietly put them down and looked on at the final pair on the table in a nervous excitement.

I took one more look at this set and softly poked the sock that was sticky and wet. It looked so out of place compared to the others. One sniff and lick was all it took to figure out what happened to this sock tough.

“What in Celestia's name did Starlight do to this sock? Who gives their friend a sock they just got off with to wash! That’s absurd, I can’t believe Starlight would do that.”

My face was one of exasperation she really got off using her socked hoof and gave it to me to wash. Or at the very least she gave me a sock she just wiped up with. I brought it back to my mouth and did the unthinkable. I gave it a few gentle licks and took in the flavor of Starlight’s juices. They were sweet and intermingled with just a hint of her hoof. I could barely take it at this point and set the socks down.

I looked over at the table in confliction. “There was no way that I could use their socks to get me off before I wash them. That just wouldn’t be right. I just can’t take it though; I need to feel better.”

I sat there in silence for a moment as I slowly felt my will crumble in the face of my desire. “Nopony has to know, I can just wash them when I’m done. It’s Starlight’s fault after all giving me her horny sock, how couldn’t I get excited from that. Y-yeah, I-I’m fine, just this once.”

I sat there for a moment and let myself cool off for just a moment before I proceed with my fun. Realizing that my face was caked in a mixture of Starlight’s juices and Rainbow’s sweat, I quickly grabbed one of Fluttershy’s socks and wiped my face off before setting it back down. I scooted back in my chair, glanced down at my moderately thick cock, and thought for a moment how to proceed. I grabbed two socks from the table. The first being one of Rarity’s maroon socks which I stretched over my member and let myself rest in the silky-smooth confines that kept Rarity’s hooves warm. The second of the socks was one of Applejacks. I stretched this over the first to give a bit of extra tightness and texture to aid in my grip. I could feel the soft confines of the sock pressing on me agitating with ever slight movement providing a tender sensation.

My next inclination was to struggle through my excitement and stuff Starlight’s leftover soaked sock, and one of Pinkies into my mouth. I could feel my mouth bulge and swell as I got the two of them into the tight confines of my mouth. I could taste the mixture of Starlight’s cum and the salty sweetness of Pinkies pie sock. My tongue was absolutely saturated in the flavors. They resonated from my mouth and brought me even more excitement. All I could manage was a few muffle groans into the socks as I slowly started to suck them dry.

I gently took my sock covered cock in my talons as I reached out for one of Rainbows socks and started to tug at myself with a series of slow, passionate strokes to further build my excitement and bring myself closer to release. Taking in the permeating odor of Rainbow’s sock for a minute or two, I sped up and increased my grip resulting in a new feeling of pressure within the confines of the smooth sock that slid over my member. As I kept going, I pressed my face harder and harder into the filthy Wonderbolt memorabilia. I huffed all I could, unable to manage even a single breath out of my mouth through the taste of Starlight and syrup, As I felt myself grow lightheaded, every muscle in my body felt so tight and contracted as I continued to masturbate with all I had to try to make the final push for release. I could feel myself becoming as sweaty as the sock in my talons as I breathed heavily into it, our sweat melding. With the pressure welling up inside of me, my grip tightened like that of a vice as I clumsily brought myself to the brink. Finally, I was through. My cock spurted and sputtered into the tight confines of Rarity’s silk sock releasing all of my passion, as I continued on just a bit after the pinnacle of my joy. My breath was heavy, and I was almost wheezing through the hoof wear in my mouth.

As I huffed and puffed, I took Rainbow’s sock from my face and gently removed Starlights and Pinkies from my mouth. Much of Starlight’s nectar had been sucked out now replaced by my own spit, and the sweet taste of Pinkie's sock had all but left as well. All that was left was for me to gently tug the socks of my cock and unfurl them. I peeled off the two socks and slowly separated them. Afterwards, I gently set them on the table and rested my head face down on the table still breathing heavily. It was at that moment that I heard my door fling open and Rainbow’s resounding voice.

“Oh my gosh Allium, what the heck was that. You're a massive perv huh? Taking your friends socks and using them to get off, you're a sicko.”

My tied eyes widened as I looked over and saw a grinning Rainbow and a blushing starlight. I looked on, afraid for my life before Rainbow opened her mouth

“We were going to see if you wanted to hang out, but when we got to the door, we heard you yelling something about Pinkie Pie’s socks. We waited outside your kitchen window and watched you play out your little fantasies. It looks like you had a lot of fun with everypony's socks. I wonder what Twilight would say if we told her? Don’t worry though, Me and Starlight won’t tell anypony if you play long with us for a while. If you do that you’ll be just fine.” Rainbow said cockily, holding my actions over me.

Starlight nodded when I turned my gaze to her.

All I could do was give a meek nod bakc and wonder what they had in store for me.

Author's Note

I would absolutely love feedback if you'd be willing to give it.

This is my first time writing this kind of stuff, and as such I’m a bit inexperienced.

No Idea if I did a good or bad job, or if my word choice would cause people to laugh.

I'm sorry If this sucked, I want to be better.

Most of all thanks for reading, and I hope you liked it!