"RING RING RING RING RING!"

"Oh, knock it off..."

You angrily slam your alarm clock off and sit up in bed. You didn't sleep very well last night. The next morning was to be your first day of classes after all, and that fear of not waking up in time ironically kept you up for more hours than you had planned to be. Or was it your insomnia again? Whatever, that doesn't matter at this point. What does matter is that you need to get ready for class.

Oh, but that dream you just had... why did that cruel clock wake you up from it?

It was... quite the weird dream, actually. And not a weird dream in the sense of your food talking to you or having a robot for a father. No, this was another one of your weird wet fantasies. Sex was never something you particularly cared about, even now. So what was it about, if not sex?

Feet. It's always feet. You've had a foot fetish for as long as you can remember, and sometimes that manifests itself into your dreams.

You dreamed that you were in a mystical realm, with fog completely surrounding you... and this bathtub. And in this bathtub was a girl just your age. She wasn't anyone you knew, in fact she definitely wasn't real, but in the moment she felt so real. I mean, she looked real... except for one weird detail.

... Her feet were rainbow colored.

Why did she have rainbow feet? Well, that's just how your weird dream went. And you wanted nothing more than to lick those colorful soles of hers. And of course, you went at them with no hesitation.

'Mmm... tastes like Skittles,' you thought.

But naturally, the dream ended right when it was getting to the good part. The alarm woke you up, and now you're faced with reality: It's the first day of classes, you're on your own at college for the first time, and you know absolutely nobody.

... Well, except for your roommate, Kai. They're cool, but you don't have a lot in common. Speaking of which... you woke them up.

"Dang Anon... I'm trying to sleep here," Kai said with a yawn.

"Don't you have class coming up too?"

"Not until 10... Wait, you have class at 8? That's rough."

"Tell me about it." It's your first day of college, yet you're already aware that 8 a.m. college classes will be way harder to wake up for than 8 a.m. classes in high school. And the worst part is, it's College Algebra. And you hate math.

Kai rolls back into bed and dozes off. You check your phone to see what time it is, and... you only have fifteen minutes until class starts?! How did that happen?!

... Oh yeah. You got caught up thinking about your weird "rainbow feet" dream.

In a rush, you quickly throw on your clothes, brush your teeth, and run out the door. But for a quick moment, you think about your dream some more.

'Skittles, huh... I need to stop eating snacks before bed... Wait, where's my backpack?!"

After darting back into your room and grabbing your backpack, you run as fast as you can to your first class. Unfortunately, it's on the complete opposite side of campus, and by the time you get there the damage has already been done. You show up to class five minutes late, and everyone stares at you as you open the door.

"Sorry I'm late..."

"It's the first day, don't worry about it," your professor assures you. "There's an open desk near the back."

Relieved by the professor's understanding, you head over to your desk.

'Hopefully the rest of today is smooth sailing from here...'

The professor passes out the syllabus to each student in the class. "Here is the syllabus for College Algebra. Please read it and sign your name on the last page. I will count your signature as your attendance for today. After that, you're free to leave."

The syllabus is quite a bore, and the longer you read the worse you feel about the class.

'I've always sucked at math... How in the world am I gonna pass this class?'

Well, at least you're done for the day. All you need to do is sign your name and you're outta here. You pull at pencil out of your backpack but... Of course. Butterfingers. No, not the candy. The pencil slipped out of your hand and fell beneath your desk.

'Today is just not my day...'

You get on the floor and search for that cursed writing utensil. But it isn't underneath your desk anymore. No, it rolled under the seat of the girl in front of you. You reach over and grab it without disturbing her (eureka)! But as you glance up, you notice something particularly odd about this girl.

'She's... barefoot?'

Of course you of all people would notice. Her pale, yellow soles were crossed underneath her seat, very close to your face. You look around the floor around her. No shoes, no socks, not even a sandal in site. Her feet were just... bare.

You blush in confusion. Her feet are so beautiful... but why is she even going barefoot in the first place? You have so many questions. But you know you need to snap out of it. You can't just keep staring at her soles like a creep! Besides, you have a syllabus to sign! You quickly try to get back up... only to forget that you're still under your desk.

"Bang!" Ouch. Everyone looks around to see that you hit your head underneath your desk. Your face is red with embarrassment, so you quickly get back up and sit in your desk. The other students soon get back to reading their syllabus... except for one.

"Are you okay?"

It was the girl with no shoes, looking back at you. You realize that not only are her feet beautiful, but the rest of her is as well. Her aqua eyes are enchanting, as is her swirly pink hair. But again, you gotta snap out of it!

"Oh! Y-yeah, thanks. I just dropped my pencil."

"Oh, I see. Butterfingers?" she lightly giggles. "Well, I'm glad you're okay."

The girl with no shoes reaches out her hand.

"My name's Fluttershy. Nice to meet you."

You blush as you shake her hand. "I'm A-anon..."

"Well Anon, I'm glad to have a nice desk neighbor. I'm really bad at math, so I'll need all the help I can get!"

Fluttershy giggles at her little comment. That laugh is already so infectious to you.

"Well, I'm actually bad at math too. But hopefully we'll still be able to help each other?"

"Oh definitely," Fluttershy replies. "People like us will need to stick together!"

Fluttershy signs her syllabus, and hands it to the professor. She puts on her backpack and heads for the door.

"I'll see you around, Anon!"

You watch as she exits the classroom, paying special attention to her bare soles with each step as they walk out the door. Even after she leaves, you continue to think about this mysterious girl that you just met.

'That girl... Fluttershy, was it? She's really cute... but why was she barefoot?'

Theories start to circle in your head. Did she forget her shoes at her dorm? No, that can't possibly be it. Maybe they got ruined somehow? Or maybe she took them off for a second and then lost them? Perhaps. Or maybe... she's choosing to go barefoot? But why would anyone do that?

"RING RING RING RING RING!"

"Anon, class is over. Your signature, please."

Author's Note

And that's Chapter 1! Hope the start wasn't too slow, but I want to take my time with this story. Chapter 2 will hopefully be out soon, so be on the lookout for that. I appreciate any feedback! 👣