I don't think this is what they mean by "footsies"...
After traveling around the world and making reparations for what she’s done with the Storm King, no one really expected the next thing that Tempest Shadow would do was open up a gym in Canterlot.
And yet it made so much sense. An athletic and weathered pony like Tempest clearly had experience with combat and dangerous situations, why not use that experience to pass on to those willing to learn? Tempest didn’t look like the teacher type, though perhaps self-defense training is better suited to the “learn by doing” style.
The decision to set up shop in Canterlot was a curious one. Canterlot’s snobbish elite weren’t exactly the type to seek out fighting skills, that seemed more suited to the rough and tumble cities of Fillydelphia or Manehattan. Though perhaps because the city was home to the princesses and often the most prone to attack was what made it the most ideal location, with a slight dig at the current state of the Royal Guard as a bonus.
Despite the location, Tempest’s efforts proved fruitful. With a little extra buzz and positive hype generated from a certain Princess of Friendship and her fashionista friend, word got around Canterlot fast, and many a curious pony went to see what Tempest was doing.
Some, naturally, were nervous and intimidated by Tempest’s strength, but those that stuck around were pleasantly surprised with what they got. The training was rough, but it was getting results, and word started to spread.
She held one on one sessions with each student that approached her, it was much easier to focus on improvement that way. The training was personal so that she could bolster their weaknesses, and capitalize on their strengths.
Soon, ponies started to approach Tempest’s gym more out of enthusiasm than curiosity, with a genuine desire to be stronger.
Needless to say, it was a bit overwhelming for Tempest to be swarmed with so much positive attention. All these ponies were so full of excitement and passion, she couldn’t exactly turn them down.
Word started to spread even further, and soon, Tempest’s little business was booming.
After hearing good words from his fellow Wonderbolt Rainbow Dash, Soarin’ wanted to check it out for himself, setting a flight course to Canterlot the moment Wonderbolts training had finished.
The pegasus landed down in Canterlot, wearing something a bit more suited for the occasion. He had a comfortable-fitting tank-top and shorts instead of the skin-tight flight suit he was usually seen in. He got some friendly waves of recognition, but he was focused on his mission.
Finding the gym was surprisingly easy. It may not have had any extravagant decorations, but the red and black decorations of the exterior were a pretty big giveaway.
As soon as Soarin’ walked through the door, he was impressed with how neat the gym was. There were two rings, one with ropes for boxing, and one caged for more intense fights.
And by the caged ring was Tempest herself, sporting a matching cropped top and shorts to show off her muscles. Her back was turned, but Soarin’ could clearly see the sweat that was dripping down her back.
Tempest seemed to address Soarin’ without even turning around. “Huh, you’re here real early. Just gimmie a sec, alright?”
Soarin’ opened his mouth to correct her, but Tempest was already walking off, chugging down her bottle of water, leaving Soarin’ alone and shuffling awkwardly in place.
Not knowing when Tempest would return, Soarin’ decided to explore a bit. In addition to the fighting rings, there were also a few punching bags and weights of different sizes along the walls. Soarin’ walked up to one of the punching bags, giving it a few light taps with his knuckles, before throwing some actual punches.
He soon got into a rhythm, bouncing light on his toes as he threw jabs and crosses.
Left, right, left, right right, left, right, left hook, uppercut!
“Huh, thought you wanted to work on weights this week, Amethyst.”
Soarin’s impromptu training was interrupted by Tempest’s return. Though she was currently in the middle of wiping the sweat off her forehead with a towel to notice that her actual student wasn’t here yet.
“You’re not Amethyst…”
Soarin’ sheepishly blushed and started waving. “Uh…Hi, Tempest!”
“Yeah, hey…” Tempest awkwardly waved back. “You’re…Soarin’, right? Is there…something I can help you with?”
“Yeah! I mean- I heard- Rainbow Dash was just-” Soarin’ cleared his throat to try and collect his thoughts. “I’d like to sign up for a training class!”
“Ohhh!” Tempest nodded in understanding. “Yeah, sorry, can’t.”
Tempest’s rejection was so blunt and fast it nearly gave Soarin’ whiplash. “Wait, what?”
“Can’t do it,” Tempest shrugged. “All my slots are full.”
“What? What do you mean ‘full’?!”
“I mean I’m completely booked. Got enough students that want their one on one training with me,” Tempest explained. “And before you ask, if I’m gonna push them to their best, then I gotta stay rested with plenty of breaktime between students. I’m sure you get that, right?”
“I…yeah…” Soarin’ couldn’t fault the logic.
“Besides, you’re still a Wonderbolt or whatever, aren’t you? Don’t you have enough training going on? What do you need me for?”
“Yeah I do plenty of training, but that’s mostly just aerial mobility and speed stuff. I wanna be able to have some fight along my flight! And, well, Rainbow Dash has said good things about you, so I really wanted to see for myself!”
Tempest let out a hesitant sigh. She didn’t want to turn Soarin’ down, but at the same time, she simply didn’t have room in her busy schedule to train him. If he came to her just a week earlier, then maybe…
“Please? I promise I’ll be a good student!” Soarin’ pleaded, getting on his knees in desperation.
Tempest let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, it’s not like I don’t think you’re worth it or anything, but-”
Soarin’ immediately blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “H-How about we spar to prove it, then?”
Tempest had to take a few seconds to actually process what was said. “...What?”
Well, there was no backing down from it now. “Y-Yeah! Let me show you what I can do and you can see for yourself that I’d be worth taking on as a student!”
Tempest blinked. “...You want to fight me…for the chance to fight me more?”
“If I lose, then I’ll leave and wait until you have an opening. If I win, then it just proves that I don’t really need your training cause I’m better at fighting already.”
Even if the logic didn’t make sense, that one was just challenging her pride.
Tempest looked over at the clock to see how much time she had left on her “break” before Amethyst Star arrived. “You’re gonna keep bugging me about this unless we work something out, aren’t you?”
Soarin’s eyes shimmered as he laid it on thick with the puppy-dog eyes.
“Ugh, fine.” Tempest rolled her eyes, then her shoulders to start warming up.
“Yesssss!” Soarin’ pumped his fists in victory, getting amped for his sparring match.
Tempest opened up the cage, motioning for Soarin to follow.
Soarin’ walked inside the caged ring, standing on one side, facing off with Tempest.
“If you can prove you can hold your own and this isn’t just a waste of my time…” Tempest paused to choose her words carefully. “...I’ll see what I can do.”
As Soarin’ nodded, his pupils shrank ever so slightly as he realized what he got himself into. He was about to fight THE Tempest Shadow, and she had very little reason to hold back.
Tempest was quick to spot the hesitation in his eyes, getting a small smirk out of her. She cracked her knuckles and put up her fists. “Alright, show me what you can do.”
With a shaky exhale, Soarin’ adopted his fighting stance, lightly bouncing in place on his toes as he lifted up his hands close to his face.
Tempest took a few steps close, her eyes darted around, scanning Soarin’s stance and positioning, trying to quickly identify any weak points to exploit.
As Tempest stepped forward, Soarin’ stepped back. His guard was up and his sights were on the unicorn at all times, wanting to be prepared for whatever was thrown at him.
Tempest kept advancing, keeping light on her feet, wondering if Soarin’ was going to make a move or not.
Soarin’ kept taking steps back. His eyes were still on Tempest, but he knew eventually his back would be against the wall if he kept retreating.
Tempest got closer, faster. If Soarin’ wasn’t going to strike first, then she’d have to do it herself. She lunged forward, immediately throwing a few jabs and hooks his way.
Soarin’ instinctually leaned back as Tempest charged, but found that he was already up against the cage. He reacted quickly enough to block the punches, pushing her arms away at the wrist or taking the punch on the triceps.
Tempest was a little impressed by Soarin’s reaction time. Not immediately taking a jab to the jaw meant he at least had some idea of what he was doing. She kept throwing more punches, aiming for his chest and face.
A bead of sweat went down Soarin’s forehead as he continued to block each swing. He couldn’t back up, but maybe he could step to the side to get more room back, or he could push forward, but with how aggressive Tempest was, there was a very slim chance of that happening.
“C’mon, I thought you wanted to spar, not be a punching bag!” Tempest taunted.
Each punch Tempest threw was blocked by Soarin’, wincing a little as her knuckles hit his arms, but the damage could’ve been much worse. After enough blocks, he finally found an opening to strike, he started throwing punches of his own.
The first sign of fighting back, a jab with his left fist. Soarin’s punch was fast, but Tempest easily pushed it to the side, exposing enough of his body for a cross right to the chest.
Soarin’ saw the punch coming, but couldn’t move fast enough to do anything more than take the punch. He clenched his teeth, but recovered enough to block the next one aimed right at his face.
In retaliation, Soarin’ threw another left jab, and mentally, Tempest was ready to punish him the exact same way. As soon as she pushed his arm aside and got ready to throw the next punch, she noticed Soarin’ moving into the turn, and bringing his leg up to kick her right in the side.
Tempest winced, the kick staggering her and forcing her back just a bit. “Hmph, not bad.”
As the kick connected, Soarin’ smiled in a bit of disbelief and satisfaction. He actually got a hit on her! He shuffled forward, trying to keep his momentum going by throwing more punches.
Tempest was being put on the defensive, ceding more ring space as she needed to block the blows. Though Soarin’ was clearly putting effort into his swings, they were still fairly predictable. “Thought a Wonderbolt was supposed to be fast…”
The bottom of Soarin’s eye twitched, part of him deep down knew that was just a ploy to get him to swing wildly and get sloppy. The adrenaline part of him was already swinging faster. “How’s this for fast?!”
Tempest took another step back. Even with Soarin’ getting overly aggressive, he was still throwing a flurry of blows that she needed to block. It was a constant stream of deflecting and redirecting where Soarin’s fists were going, and it required her full attention.
Soarin’ kept throwing punch after punch after punch, trying to swing as fast as he could to prove a point, even if none of it was hitting anything other than her arms.
Eventually, the adrenaline rush started to wear off, and Soarin’s momentum was gone. Tempest answered back with some punches and kicks of her own, and Soarin’ was too winded to block all of them.
Soarin’ staggered back, panting and gasping for breath.
Tempest lunged at him one more time, causing Soarin’ to yelp and frantically wave his arms.
Instead of throwing a punch or kick, Tempest leapt up and wrapped her legs around Soarin’s face.
While the view was fantastic, Soarin’ felt himself falling down hard onto his back, where Tempest kept her legs wrapped around his neck.
“Gotta say, at least you make for a nice warm-up,” Tempest smirked, squeezing him between her thighs.
“Ghhhkk…!” Soarin’s hands reached up, trying to pry Tempest’s legs apart.
Soarin’s attempts only made Tempest squeeze her legs harder. “Feel free to tap out at any time…” she smirked.
“N-Never…!” Soarin’ grit his teeth. In his attempts to free himself, his hand slipped off Tempest’s calf, going right down to her shoe, pulling it off with one oddly clean motion.
Tempest’s eyes widened in surprise as she watched her shoe bounce across the mat, but despite the missing shoe, she kept Soarin’ leg-locked.
Thinking that he’d have better leverage if he pulled at her ankles, Soarin’ tried again. His hands reached to grab onto both of Tempest’s feet.
“Nnngh…!”
Soarin’ heard that stifled grunt coming out of Tempest, and felt a little jolt as he grabbed onto her shoeless foot, which gave him an idea…
Tempest saw Soarin’ peeling off her sock instead of trying to peel her legs off his neck. “Hey…what are you doing?”
“S-So tell me Tempest…a-are you ticklish?” Soarin’ forced out a grin as his fingers skittered up and down her foot.
“Ggghk! N-No…I’m not…!” Tempest growled. She tried to squeeze her thighs tighter to get Soarin’ to stop, but the way his fingers wiggled against her sole made her jolt and tremble.
“I think you aaaare…!” Soarin’ definitely had some more room to breathe now, even if Tempest’s legs were still firmly wrapped around his head. But so long as her bare foot was within reach, he had no reason to change his strategy.
Tempest felt Soarin’ digging his fingers into her sole, causing her to lean her head back and let out another strained groan. “Hnnnngh! S-Stop it! Just fight baaaack already!”
Soarin’ grinned as his fingers slipped right between Tempest’s toes. “I think you’re the one who’s fighting back, Tempest! You can’t hold back your laugh forever…”
“W-Watch me…!” Tempest growled through gritted teeth.
As Soarin’ scribbled up and down Tempest’s foot, he was pleasantly surprised by how nice it felt to run his fingers up and down her sole.
With all the running and kicking that she did on a daily basis, Tempest’s foot was unexpectedly smooth to touch and tickle. He didn’t feel any rough areas on the toes or the balls of the feet, which made it all the more fun to run his fingers against those spots. They weren’t super soft or anything, but it was clear that there was some level of care being put into her feet.
Tempest furiously punched the mat with her fist as another strained growl escaped her. Soarin’s fingers skittering against her sole made her toes wiggle and curl. She had her legs wrapped around his head, why did it feel like she was the one that was trapped?
Maybe it was all the punches and kicks that were thrown around, or the fact that Tempest’s thighs were currently squeezing his head, or the curiously well-cared-for foot in front of him, but Soarin’ was quickly getting red in the face, and was very thankful that Tempest couldn’t see.
Likewise for Tempest, she was relieved that Soarin’ couldn’t see the grin that was forced onto her face as she kept fighting the urge to laugh.
Soarin’ did a light skitter from her heel to the ball of her foot, then struck by digging his fingers right under her toes.
“Gnnnnkkkhh!” Tempest’s toes splayed out at the sudden hard tickle underneath her toes. Her upperbody twisted from side to side as she struggled to hold in the laugh that desperately wanted to come out.
Soarin’ could feel Tempest ticklishly wiggling around, the many rubs and squeezes of her inner thighs on his head was very telling, and it only motivated the pegasus to keep tickling more.
“Rrrrgggh! Hnnnff!” Another growl came out from Tempest’s throat, trying not to give Soarin’ the satisfaction of hearing her laugh or giving any more indication that the tickling was working.
Tempest may not have been laughing, but Soarin’ could tell that she was struggling, if he could just get her to laugh, then he’d surely win this match.
With how tightly her thighs were squeezing Soarin’s head, it was clear that Tempest wasn’t intending on letting go any time soon. And if she was set on keeping her bare foot there, Soarin’ did have an extra hand…
“Nnnfff! N-No…!” Tempest slammed her fist onto the mat. She was now feeling ten fingers wiggling up and down her foot. She could feel the laughter bubbling up in her chest, and the violent pounding against the floor was one of the few things she could do to keep it down.
“Oh? Was that a…laugh I heard, Tempest?” Soarin’ was grinning through the pain as he spidered his fingers up and down her foot.
“No! I-It wasn’t! Nngh!”
“Mmm, my mistake then. Lemmie know when you do start laughing, then!” Soarin’s fingers attacked both her sole and her toes at the same time.
Tempest’s body trembled. She tried to squeeze Soarin’s head more, but the constant scritching underneath her toes was more than enough to loosen her grip.
Now that Soarin’ had both hands on Tempest’s foot, he was even more impressed with just how nice it was to touch. Her sole was enjoyably soft, and it was delightful to see her toes wiggle and twitch every time he tickled them. He couldn’t get over how soft and smooth her sole was. In comparison, Spitfire’s feet were usually a bit more rougher and tired due to the constant marching around in those boots of hers, though still pleasing to massage (and maybe tickle). Fleetfoot’s feet were a bit more nicer to touch, and even had her toenails painted a vibrant pink on occasion, but going out doing drills and shows left little time for pedicure treatments to get them really soft. The only other pony he knew that would probably have Tempest beat in terms of foot quality would be Rainbow Dash. Despite Dash’s absolute aversion to having anyone touch her feet due to their extreme ticklishness, it was hardly a secret that her tender feet were a result of many pedicure treatments.
Not that he was keeping track of that sort of stuff, of course.
Tempest’s eye twitched. She needed a moment to recompose herself, but Soarin’ wouldn’t let up on the tickling. No matter how much she wiggled and curled her toes, Soarin’s fingers would always find a way to keep skittering against them.
Despite hoping that Tempest would break soon, Soarin’ wasn’t really complaining about the position he was in. Plus if he wasn’t going to get his way soon, there was still Tempest’s other foot that was probably feeling left out.
“Hhhh…Hnnnghh…Gaaah!” In desperation, Tempest released her leglock on Soarin’, spreading her legs and rolling back to get his hands far away from her foot.
Soarin’ tried to reach for Tempest’s ankle to resume his hold on her, but her escape gave some much-needed blood flow back to his head, disorienting him and forcing a collapse onto the mat.
Tempest briefly rubbed her bare sole to get the residual tickly tingles off, before standing back up. “That the kind of stuff the Wonderbolts teach you?”
Soarin’ let out a strained groan. Having your head squeezed by powerful thighs for extended periods of time had the adverse side-effect of dizziness and mild confusion.
“Tch, fine…” Tempest stepped on the heel of her shoe, slipping out of her remaining shoe.
Soarin’ eventually came to his senses, and saw Tempest pulling off her sock. He let out a quiet whimper, afraid of his inevitable (and honestly deserved) ass-kicking.
The pegasus tried to get up, but Tempest planted a foot down onto his chest, forcing him back onto his butt.
“Two can play at that game.”
Tempest threw her sock right at Soarin’s face, which caused him to instinctively lean back to dodge.
By the time Soarin’ looked back up, Tempest had already dropped down, sitting on his ankles.
Soarin’s body tensed up in fear, expecting Tempest to retaliate with tickles to his own feet, though instead of turning around to take his shoes off, she was still looking right at him, her eyes trailing down right to…
It didn’t surprise Tempest that Soarin’ enjoyed tickling her foot. And with the massive tent pitched between his legs, it was a pretty telling sign of why he might have enjoyed it.
Soarin’s hands went to cover his crotch, as if there was any chance of hiding his erection in athletic shorts.
The immediate shame from Soarin’ got a smirk out of Tempest. “Alright, since you enjoyed fighting dirty so much, let’s get dirty, then.”
Tempest put her feet on Soarin’s inner thighs. The soft feet and powerful legs belonging to a vengeful mare being in very close proximity to Soarin’s crotch made him immediately tense up and wince.
Soarin’ watched as Tempest’s right foot slipped into the leg of his shorts. He could see the outline of her foot just inches away from his tenting erection. He wasn’t sure if he should stop her foot or pull his shorts down. Either way, he hesitantly reached forward with his hand.
“Don’t,” Tempest calmly, but firmly warned. “Just sit back and see how long you last…”
“I…uh…o-ok…” Soarin’, in no position to argue or fight back, obeyed. He silently prayed that whatever Tempest was about to do, she’d be gentle.
Tempest’s big toe tapped on Soarin’s shaft, feeling just how hard and stiff it was underneath his underwear. Her foot slowly rubbed back and forth against his cock.
“Hnngh! Ah!” Soarin’ let out a shaky huff. Even through his underwear, Tempest was already making him shiver with pleasure. His wings immediately popped out to their full length.
“Yeah, bet this gets you off, doesn’t it?” Tempest smirked, only delicately rubbing Soarin’s shaft against her toes. It was a bit awkward to rub underneath his shorts, but she was slowly getting into a comfortable rhythm.
The question made Soarin’ shamefully look away. The answer was obvious, but he couldn’t just come out and say it yet.
After all that effort put into relentlessly tickling her, Soarin’ finally got a laugh out of Tempest. A short one at his expense, but a laugh nonetheless. “Hah, you should see your face.”
Soarin’ didn’t have to look to know what she was talking about. He could feel the blushing, burning sensation all across his face, all the way up to his ears. And the slow stroking on his cock only exacerbated his flustered state.
Though Tempest wasn’t completely immune, herself. Her cheeks were also sporting a fair bit of blush. It was a bit hard to see through her dark coat, but it was certainly there.
“Nnnf…aaaaah…!” Soarin’ let out heavy breaths. His hips wiggled against the mat, trying to get out just a little bit more pleasure out from Tempest’s foot.
Tempest was slowly getting more comfortable in her position, stroking her foot against Soarin’s cock, going further up and down his shaft underneath his shorts. She gradually started concentrating less on where her foot was and more on how much Soarin’ was squirming and gasping.
Soarin’ was set on looking anywhere but Tempest’s face. He could just feel the smugness she was probably giving off. He kept looking down at his crotch, watching the bulge of her foot slowly glide across the top of his shaft.
Tempest was quick to catch Soarin’ doing nothing but staring downward. Luckily, she had another foot to use.
Soarin’s attention was quickly diverted once he saw Tempest’s left foot starting to move. She lifted it up off his thigh, holding it right in front of his face. The pegasus lifted up his head, watching the bare sole with bated breath.
Amused at how easy it was to manipulate him, Tempest smirked and flexed her toes a bit, just to further rile him up while her other foot pumped his cock a little bit faster.
Soarin’ let out a shaky huff, almost drooling as he stared at Tempest’s toes. His cock twitched against Tempest’s arch when he saw them spread out.
“You want more, don’t you?” Tempest asked in a tone that Soarin’ could swear was sultry sultry.
Without even giving it a second thought, Soarin’ blurted out a “Y-Yes! I’m so close!”
Tempest put her foot down. “Then look me in the eyes and tell me what you want.”
Soarin’ felt the chill of intimidation and fear, and the heat of overwhelming embarrassment at the same time. He forced his gaze onto Tempest, finally seeing the smug, domineering smile on her face. He looked into her half-lidded eyes and swallowed his pride. “P-Please…make me cum…withyourfeet…”
Tempest tilted her head with a smirk. That last bit wasn’t necessary, but since he so graciously asked for it…
Soarin’ felt Tempest briefly get up to forcibly tug his shorts down to the ankles, further revealing how hard and thick his dick was beneath his underwear.
The slightly less obscured view made Tempest’s eyes widen with just a hint of thirst just for a fleeting instant. She sat back down on Soarin’s ankles, putting her feet right by his inner thighs. Her right foot started rubbing the top of his shaft.
Soarin’ shuddered with pleasure. It didn’t feel that much different compared to his shorts being on, but being able to see her toes rubbing up against his cock went a long way.
For Tempest, since it was a lot easier to see what she was doing, she could move her foot with more finesse. She spread out her toes, gently holding Soarin’s shaft between two toes, carefully pumping his cock.
Soarin’ clenched his teeth. Tempest’s toes weren’t going far, but they were doing so much to turn him on. “Nnngh…Aaah! Oh fuck…!”
Tempest’s left foot slipped into Soarin’s underwear, her sole finally making direct contact, rubbing up against his cock.
It took an extraordinary amount of willpower for Soarin’ to not cum immediately. He punched the floor as he threw his head back, grunting in pleasure.
Tempest let out a quiet, shaky exhale, she could feel a bit of pre that had dripped down the shaft onto her sole. She put her arch against his shaft, sliding her foot up and down.
Soarin’s breathing got more labored. Feeling Tempest’s soft sole against his fingers was great, but having it rubbing against his cock was a different level of pleasure. He could feel the smooth texture of her foot gently and lovingly pumping the most sensitive part of his body.
“Wow…” Tempest whispered to herself. As she stroked Soarin’s cock, she was getting a better feel for what she was working with. Though she couldn’t see its full, unrestrained length, she managed to catch a glimpse of his shaft from the fly. And underneath his underwear, she could feel the long and thick size of it against her foot.
Horny moan after horny moan came out from Soarin’s lips, stuck in a state of wanting Tempest to just bring him to orgasm already, and wanting to feel the gentle caress of her foot against his dick for as long as he could.
Tempest could feel Soarin’ throbbing against her sole. Each little pump and stroke of her foot caused another eager moan and throb as feedback
It was a miracle that the fabric of the underwear wasn’t ripping.
As Tempest slowly stroked Soarin’s shaft, she lifted up her right foot in front of Soarin’s face again. “So…y-you really like these, huh?”
Soarin’ was once again mesmerized by the foot waving just inches from his face. “Y-Yeah…”
There was a painfully awkward pause from Tempest before she spoke again. “...Just mine…?”
Soarin’ felt his heart skip. What kind of question was that? “Uh…No? But yours are just…really…um…nice…”
Tempest looked down for a brief second, still slowly stroking Soarin’s cock with her other foot. “What’s…nice about them?”
Soarin’ could definitely see the blush on Tempest’s face now. It was hard to think with Tempest constantly pumping and rubbing his cock, so Soarin’ was speaking basically on auto-pilot. “They’re…Ah! They’re really nice to touch! I-I didn’t think your feet would be so…nnnf! S-So smooth and soft!”
Tempest sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. “Well…I…I guess living in Canterlot does have its benefits…”
Soarin’ immediately pictured Tempest in a Canterlot spa getting a fancy pedicure. Though a fun fantasy, it was distracting him from the more pressing matters in front of him right now.
“So what would you do with my feet? …If I gave you the chance?” Tempest’s left foot pumped Soarin’s cock, rubbing against the length of his shaft, occasionally rubbing the ball of her foot against his cockhead.
Soarin’ was so overloaded with pleasure he was willing to say anything unrestrained at this point. “I’d! I’d rub my cheeks against those soft soles of yours! Kiss each of your toes! Nnnf! Rub your tired feet after you finish training! Tickle you all over until I finally make you laugh! Aaah!”
Before Soarin’ could list of more of his fantasies, Tempest had finally set him off. He threw his head back with a shaky cry, shooting out cum through the fabric of his underwear.
As soon as Soarin’ started cumming, she used both feet to squeeze and stroke his shaft, getting as much of it out as she could. Ropes of cum shooting out, making a mess of the gym mat, Soarin’s underwear, Tempest’s legs, and even their shirts.
Once Tempest squeezed as much cum as she could out of him, Soarin’ collapsed onto his back in exhaustion.
By the time Soarin’ came to, he was still on the floor, his shorts still around his ankles, and his clothes still stained.
He looked up to see Tempest wiping herself down with a towel. She noticed that Soarin’ started to stir and turned to face him.
“Meet me here next week at the same time,” Tempest stated, holding up another towel. “Might wanna clean yourself up before you go.”
“D-Does that mean I made it?” Soarin’ weakly grinned.
“What, for one of my classes? Pssh, nah.” Tempest chuckled.
“B-But you just said-”
Tempest threw her spare towel at Soarin’. “You did a great job holding your own, but it wouldn’t be a good look for me if I was dating one of my students.”
Soarin’ could only sit there in stunned silence as the towel hit him square in the face, covering up his dropped jaw and blushing cheeks.
