Closing Time

The evening hours had descended upon Ponyville as the last customers began to exit Sugarcube Corner for the night, when they’d finally left the doors was shut and locked as the stallion who had been sweeping the floors turned and continued to go across the storefront floor several more times, sweeping up all the dust and collected dirt from the days supply of customers.

He was a young stallion of average height, light blue skin with a clean cut dark pink haircut that was kept at a short length with just enough to comb and style if he so chose to. And he had a cutie mark which consisted of criss-crossed lollipops, one pink and one purple on his backside, though due to the magical nature of cutie marks, they appeared on the back of his tan pants and any item of clothing worn that covers his lower body.

He’d arrived in Ponyville a little under two months ago from Manehatten, having finished his schooling and accepting an invite from his cousin Lyra to come and stay, what had been a few day trip had been extended when he began to enjoy and embrace the less busy and more close knit community and he’d decided to stay for at least a few months.

However moving to a new town and with little experience outside of odd jobs here and there work had been a concern, he didn’t want to mooch off his cousin and her girlfriend so he quickly set out to find a job, and luckily a position was being advertised at Sugar Cube Corner. Apparently they needed the extra help since Pinkie Pie, a regular member of staff was taking on more responsibility and duties now days, which wasn’t surprising given the fact she was an element of Harmony and part of Princess Twilight’s court, even as far as Manehatten this was news most ponies were aware of.

He’d interviewed for the job and been accepted almost immediately, and ever since had been enjoying the work he’d been given. Unlike Mr and Mrs Cake, Sweet Tooth luckily didn't have to get up at early hours of the morning to begin the baking process of many of their orders and day to day stock, he came in half an hour before opening and would assemble and stock the shelves and display cases and later do general cashier and service work, occasionally helping out with putting pre-made items into the oven and removing them.

All in all it was a steady job and one that allowed him to make a living. But he’d be lying if he said that was the main reason he enjoyed the work, no there was a strong additional reason why he liked coming in every day and it revolved around Mrs Cake.

Sweet Tooth had several interests…

Interests of a sexual and arousing nature that he’d mostly kept hidden, except from one or two girlfriends he’d had back in school but even then hadn’t gone all the way, nor had they properly fulfilled his desires in this regard.

He had a massive foot fetish. One that was almost daily being stoked and aroused by his employer, and he would privately admit that from the moment he met Mrs.Cake he found her attractive, the older mare had a sweet and down to earth personality combined with a sexy plump form that possessed curves in all the right places, and not to mention breastfeeding had obviously done wonders for her boobs.

But it was her feet that kept drawing him in.

Shortly after he’d begun working at their establishment he began noticing Mrs. Cake’s feet, and the seemingly increasing display of them as well as her shoes. She would wear a combination of flats and similar shoes, sometimes even going for a low heel but nothing that would be a hindrance to her work. As well as having become familiar with an assortment of socks, nylons and stockings she would interchange throughout the working week.

He had sneaked peeks of them as often as he could, when she’d been serving customers, or carrying out orders or even just placing things on shelves, he’d make sure to sneakily grab an eyeful. Especially when she would stand up on her tiptoes and he would get a nice view of her heel popping out the back of her shoe.

Oh how he’d spent plenty of nights pleasuring himself imagining the no doubt worked up scent that would emanate from between her heel and the well worn shoe’s insole. His pants tightened just thinking about it.

But he couldn’t dream of going further than imagination. She was his boss after all, and a married woman at that!

…Though it was hard not to have such desires. Especially since she seemed to be very…friendly, with him as of late.It was probably just his imagination, again she was married! But she would drop a few choice words and playful comments that could be seen as flirtatious.

But surely he was just reading too much into it…right?

Things between Mr and Mrs. Cake seemed perfectly fine marriage wise, and even if they weren’t that didn’t mean she was coming onto him. Not that the idea of such a thing didn’t stir more imaginary possibilities in his head.

Turning his focus back to his job he saw Mrs. Cake emerge and walk up to the counter from the backroom.

“Almost done in the back, dearie. I just have to take out a batch of stale cupcakes and we should be ready to shut up properly for the night” she said, sending him a smile before he noticed her gaze began to shift over his form. “And you’re doing such a good job as alway, keep it up and I might have to reward you”

She ended her comment with a small wink as she turned and excused herself into the backroom, disappearing from view as Sweet Tooth stood there for a moment, again feeling the effect her words had on him.

And the wink!?

Walking back to the counter he shook his head, how was he supposed to respond to something like-

As soon as he walked back around the counter he froze, his grip on the broom handle tightening as he saw it.

One of Mrs. Cake’s shoes.

All alone and left on the floor. Which was not a strange sight to see when she had been behind the counter during the daytime, she would sometimes pop her foot out of a shoe or dangle it around a bit.

Again, another act that he would take great pleasure in recalling on those lonely nights.

But never like this, never had she left her shoe and walked off. Part of his mind was conjuring images of Mrs. Cake’s currently unshod foot, while the other part more in the moment was fixated on the lone shoe. He could feel a slight sheen of sweat developing as he glanced around, despite the shop being empty he was in a state of hyper paranoia.

Turning back and looking towards the backroom, twin saloon style doors blocking most of the sight into their as he called out softly.

“Mrs. Cake?” he enquired, while not overly loud he didn’t say it quite enough to be unheard.

His dick knew what he wanted to do, but the small part of his brain that was still in control needed assurances, he needed to check and see if he’d have time…

After a second of not hearing a reply, he quickly fell to his knees and picked up the shoe in both hands. He traced the dark purple shoe’s opening, which was the same shade as his eyes, his fingers dipping inside and feeling the warm and slightly damp interior which was making him hard just feeling.

Holding the shoe in his hand, he couldn’t help but imagine the fairytale of Cinderfilly, which had always been a favorite of his.

That stupid prince didn't know what he had with that glass slipper.

But Sweet Tooth definitely knew what he had with this flat, and threw caution to the wind as he held the opening to his face, breathing deeply of its scent and his eyes fluttering shut. With every inhale of his nose followed a shuddered release of breath from his mouth as he took in the smell he’d so longed to experience.

It was everything he’d hoped for, the scent of her natural musk seemed to combine with notes of salt and baked goods, the scent of the bakery and it’s confectionery seemingly infused with her very being as he took longer deeper sniffs, trying to embed his nose into the damp insole itself as his other hand descended down to his crotch, cupping the covered and hardening dick and not being able to resist giving it a squeeze.

“Enjoying my shoe?”

The sudden question caused him to jump in surprise, dropping the shoe and turning around with a panicked expression as he saw Mrs. Cake leaning over the top of the backroom doors, pushing them open and walking out a Sweet Tooth began to stammer out a mixture of apologies.

“M-Mrs. Cake, I-I can explain” He tried to say, his cheeks flushing red as he continued. “It’s-It’s not what it looks-”

“Not what it looks like?” she queried before chuckling as she walked around him and sat up on the counter, crossing her leg over the other and showing off her unshod foot which was still covered in her long knee high dark blue stockings.

“Well your friend down there is painting a pretty good picture of exactly what this is” she said with a giggle causing him to glance down and immediately bring his hands down to shield the tent that had developed in his pants.

“Why don’t you try the truth?” she asked simply, looking down at him from the higher position of the countertop. Sweet Tooth felt his cheeks flush even more, embarrassment and shame overtaking any sort of kinky pleasure he’d been receiving in the momentary lapse of control of himself.

But despite all this his dick wouldn’t soften!

Faced with no other choice, he lowered his head and shut his eyes and began to speak. He told her everything as the words seemingly spilled out without any filter, he told her about his fetishes, about his previous lackluster experience with engaging other mares with them, of his attraction to her, everything.

It would have been relieving to get it all of his chest, if it hadn’t also been so mortifying.

“I’m so sorry Mrs. Cake” Sweet Tooth said finally, still not making eye contact with her as he finished his explanation. “If you want to fire me I understand…” he finished quietly.

He expected anger, disgust or maybe even a slap across the face, but what he didn’t expect was for her to start giggling. Looking up at her with confusion, he saw her giggling into her hand.

“Oh you are such a cutie” she said, causing his confused expression to only increase.

“....Excuse me?”

She shook her head slightly, a small smile on her face as she did.

“I knew about your little fetish from the first day you started working here. With the amount of times I caught you looking at my feet or stockings when you thought I wasn’t looking, I began showing off my shoes and feet more and more which only confirmed my theory. I couldn’t stop winding you up, knowing how excited you were getting just became a bit addictive”

Sweet Tooth stood there dumbfounded, all the times he caught sight of her feet or took overly long glances at her shoes…she’d been aware…and had actually been encouraging it!?

“I mean didn’t you find it a bit suspicious the time I had my hands full with those bags of flour and kept pointing to things with my foot? You looked so flustered I almost couldn’t keep up the oblivious act” Mrs. Cake said with a chuckle, her stocking clad foot bobbing up and down slowly and catching his attention once again.

“I’m fine with your interests, in fact it’s a bit of a turn on for me. I don’t mind getting a little kinky and adventurous. I couldn’t stop wondering when you’d catch on that I was doing it all on purpose”

Sweet Tooth’s distracted gaze snapped back to hers as confusion still lingered in his mind.

“But..what about Mr. Cake? You’re a married woman?”

“Yes I am, and don’t think this means I don’t love my husband. Carrot was the one who was excited about hiring you in the first place, you see we have what some call an ‘open relationship’, helps keep the spice alive. Sometimes he has fun with another mare, in fact he’s doing that tonight. And I’ve been looking for a nice young stallion for more regular encounters for awhile now, it’s fun playing the field but having a more reliable partner around is a better option” she said as her tone dropped to a more seductive lilt, an act which combined with the narrowed eyed expression and smile she was sending his way made him gulp, the tent in his pants now harder than ever.

His boss, the woman he’d been lusting and dreaming over, wanted him and in more ways than he could have imagined. And the fact she was married didn’t present a barrier!

“Now, do you want to do what you’ve been dreaming of ever since you started working here?” she said as she lowered her stocking clad foot down beside its covered partner. “Do you want to touch, and worship these feet of mine?”

It didn’t take him even a moment to fall to his knees once more, his hands quickly finding her other shoe and removing it, placing it on the ground and taking both her ankles in his hands. Taking only a few seconds to admire her feet before he dove in, pressing his face between the stocking covered soles and inhaling for all he was worth, filling his lungs with the strong and worked up scent of her feet.

What had previously been second hand from her shoes was now coming in straight from the source as he huffed and sniffed in long drawn out inhales. He heard Mrs.Cake let out a gasp of pleasure and felt the warm, moistened covered soles and toes scrunch and curl around his face, her feet weren’t too big but they were enough to cover his face with their bottoms.

After several more sniffs he reached up, removing his face and slipping her stockings off one at a time. Making sure to stuff them in her shoes for later, he turned back to see Mrs.Cake staring down at him, licking her lips as her hands found her breasts, he could see her nipples already poking out from beneath her shirt as she fondled herself, the arousing sight was made even more so by the inclusion of her wiggling blue toes coming in to view.

“Go on, honey I want to feel that mouth of yours”

Sweet Tooth’s mouth was already salivating, but that was the permission needed as he brought her feet up again by the ankles and dove back in. His lips pressing against the salty, but still sweet flesh of her feet and began lavishing them with kissing that became more and more wet as his tongue peeked out of his mouth, Mrs. Cake’s moans and sounds of pleasure were only egging him on as was the almost painful hardness that afflicted his cock.

But he was fine with it, he couldn’t even think of whipping it out right now, all his mind could focus on was her feet and indulging in them. The sight, the scent, the taste, the feel of them as he continued to run his tongue up and down the plump appendages, even paying special attention to her round and soft heels, sucking on them and lightly digging his teeth into the bottoms of her feet and making her let out more pleasurable gasps.

“Oh yes dearie, that feels so good! I can’t believe I waited this long” Mrs. Cake said with a moan, her arousal clearly in full swing as he could see and feel her legs shaking and her hands were fully occupied above.

He couldn’t believe it either, there was no way he could have lasted a day of abstaining from her feet, nevertheless the weeks and weeks he had been if he’d known they would have been so easily available.

Not to mention the prospect of going further.

“Don’t forget my toes, they need some attention too”

Sweet Tooth was quick to obey, moving his mouth up and taking in the sight of her ten wiggling toes before popping her right big toe in his mouth, sucking on it hard like a lollipop and wrapping his tongue around it as he took in her taste once more, quickly going along and doing the same with the other 9 digits on offer.

His zipper was close to breaking and there was a definite visibly damp patch growing on the front of his pants, but he didn’t care. He was going to make the best of this situation, even if he didn’t get to cum now he knew a potential jerk off session tonight would be the most powerful of his life with this fresh memory in his head.

Letting out a moan as he sucked on both her big toes at once, he was about to try and fit more in when suddenly Mrs.Cake pulled back, her toes coming out of his mouth with a quiet ‘pop’ as Sweet Tooth looked up at Mrs. Cake with confusion.

“Sorry to cut you off there, but I think it’s best we continue this in the bedroom” she said with a slight pant to her voice as she slipped her feet back into her shoes, without socks this time.

Sweet Tooth stood there silently for a moment till he processed what she was saying.

“Mrs.Cake…Do you mean-” he began only for her to wrap her stockings around his neck and pull him into a deep and passionate kiss, one that put all previous make out sessions to shame as the experience older woman dominated his mouth before finally letting him breath, releasing him as she was giving him a look of pure seduction, her hand coming to rest on his crotch and giving it a squeeze.

“That’s right dear, we’re not done not by far” she said before walking over to the doors to the backroom, which he knew also led upstairs to where her bedroom was.

“Momma’s got a craving for something Sweet tonight”

As she sent him one last wink and waltzed through the back doors, the last thing he saw was her curvaceous ass and two seductive, and what he now knew were two intentional, heel pops from her flats.

Sweet Tooth didn’t hesitate at all as he ran after her.

Mrs. Cake was right, they definitely weren’t done tonight. And he was going to ensure he pleased her to his best ability.

Some people would mock the small town lifestyle of Ponyville but as he ascended the stairs after the older mare who was promising him the night of his life, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else.