The rest of your day was... odd, to say the least. Your remaining classes that day seemed to be promising (although a syllabus can only tell you so much), but you couldn't stop thinking about Fluttershy.

Just who is she, really? And why was she barefoot in class? Surely there had to be a rule somewhere against bare feet. Did she realize that you were enchanted by her soles? And most importantly... how are you gonna act the next time you see her?

You had hoped that Fluttershy was going to be in one of your other classes, but... nope. Seems like you only have her for College Algebra. At least, for Tuesdays and Thursdays that is. Maybe she would be in one of your Monday/Wednesday/Friday classes?

That evening, you finally head back to your dorm after dinner. Kai hasn't returned yet, so you have time to think about this mysterious barefoot girl. What are you going to do about it? An idea forms into your head...

... What? No, not masturbate! Research.

You flip through the student handbook and turn to the dress code. It was pretty standard fare; cover your genitals, cover your breasts, nothing depicting hate speech, yada yada yada. But... where's the section on footwear? Apparently there isn't one.

'Okay, so there's no rule against bare feet...'

In that case, you figure, it's much more likely that Fluttershy went barefoot today on purpose. But you still don't know for sure. No matter how ridiculous the idea is, it's still technically possible that she simply forgot or lost her shoes that day. It's definitely a stretch, but you suppose it's not impossible. Unfortunately, the only way to know for sure is if she's barefoot the next time you see her.

But that brings a new problem. Today is Thursday, and if Fluttershy isn't in any of your classes tomorrow, you might not see her again until next week. And you know that will drive you crazy all through the weekend. You need to know tomorrow... for research, of course!

You log onto Canvas to look at all your classes for tomorrow, clicking on each one to take a look at the student lists.

'Is she in Biology? Nope.'

'How about Health & Wellness? Negative.'

You're beginning to lose hope. But then you click on the student list for English Comp, and...

"EUREKA! Found her!"

"... Found who?"

Shit. Kai's back.

You quickly close your laptop. "Oh, uh... just my... mom... on... Facebook..."

Did they buy it?

"... You're strange, Anon."

They bought it. Phew.

The next morning rolls around, and you surprisingly feel well-rested. You really thought you were gonna have a wet dream about Fluttershy and her feet, but... apparently not! See? Your curiosity is strictly research.

Yeah, keep telling yourself that. Because the first two classes were beyond torture for you. Like yesterday, they were just about reading the syllabi, but you really couldn't focus on reading them. All you could think about was Fluttershy and her pale yellow soles. They were so close to your face yesterday, and reliving that moment in your head makes you blush...

Unfortunately, your horniness is really costing you. Your fantasies keep you past the bell for both classes and each professor had to snap you out of it for your signature.

But that's okay, because it's time for English Comp! You're ten minutes early, so all you gotta do is wait for Fluttershy to get to class and (preferably) sit next to her. This will be easy!

One minute goes by... not here yet, but that's understandable.

Five minutes... half the class has shown up, but no Fluttershy. Guess she'll arrive soon.

Nine minutes... okay, where is she?!

Ten minutes. Bell rings. The professor closes the door.

"Welcome to English Comp, class. Please take a seat so we can get started."

Damn it. It seems like Fluttershy won't be showing up after all. In defeat, you head to a desk in the back.

As the professor passes out the syllabus, you reflect on this supposed "research" that you keep trying to convince yourself of.

'I think I've gotten a little too creepy. I mean, I'm obsessed with a girl I barely know, just because she was barefoot! Has my fetish really driven me to this kind of behavior? I really need to tighten my focus. Just pay attention in class, make friends where I can, and—'

"KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!"

"Excuse me, class," the professor says as he heads for the door. Once he opens it, in comes a familiar yellow face.

"Ah, you must be Fluttershy. Welcome, please take a seat."

"Thank you, Mr. Midas," Fluttershy replies as she heads for her desk. "Sorry again for being late."

"It's no trouble at all," Mr. Midas assures. "Thank you for emailing me in advance."

So she was just late... Wait, your professor's name is Mr. Midas?! You really need to pay more attention.

You're relieved that Fluttershy made it to class, but now you have a new problem. She's seated all the way in the front, meanwhile you're stuck in the back. The other students' heads were blocking your view, so you were only able to get a glimpse of her head when she came in. And now that she's sat down, you can't see her at all. So how in the world are you gonna be able to see if she's wearing shoes or not?

Sure, you could wait until class is over, but what if Fluttershy leaves so fast that you miss her? You need to find a way to see her feet now... for research? No, fuck it; it's because of your damn foot fetish.

Well, what are your options? It's gotta be a convincing excuse to get up in front of the class. You can't just throw your pencil to the other side of the room. Maybe ask to go to the restroom? No, that would give you too much attention. Then maybe you could ask to switch desks so you can sit in the front; that way, the attention would fade away once you're seated. But you would need a good excuse for that... maybe you can't see the board from the back? Yeah, that's it! You totally need glasses, but for now you'll need to sit up front. Good plan! Now time to put it into action and—

"That's it for the syllabus!" Mr. Midas exclaims as he interrupts your clever plan. "Now, before you all sign and leave, I want each of you to go to the whiteboard and write the title of your favorite book. When we meet on Monday, we'll take a look at what everybody wrote and discuss why each book was your favorite. Form a line starting with the back row, please!"

Well, so much for your plan. But this is still great! You'll definitely be able to take a look at Fluttershy's feet now.

You join the back row as they start the line, but once you get to the whiteboard you make an unfortunate realization: you don't know what your favorite book is! So instead you write the first book that popped into your head: Life of Pi. You actually hated that book, but Mr. Midas doesn't need to know that.

Now that you've written on the board, you head back toward your desk, searching for Fluttershy in the process. Since she was seated in the front, you know she's got to be in the back of the line, so you keep your eyes peeled to look for her. In fact, your eyes are locked on to the line a little too much, and before you know it... you trip over the leg of a chair and fall to the floor. Ouch.

As you process your own clumsiness however, you look up, and... there they are. A beautiful pair of bare yellow feet, standing next to your face. This is the first time you've gotten a good look at her toes, and not only are they perfectly round and wiggly... but they're painted a beautiful shade of sea-foam green. You stare at her lovely feet for what feels like forever, until a soft voice snaps you out of it.

"Oh my goodness, Anon! Are you okay?"

You look up. Fluttershy reaches out her hand to help you up.

"Oh! H-hey Fluttershy. Yeah, I'm alright. I guess I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Well, please be careful," Fluttershy says as you get back up. "I've already seen you hurt twice, and we only met yesterday."

Oh, how sweet it is of her to care about you. She seems like a very kind person. You just hope she didn't realize you were staring at her feet... again.

You walk with Fluttershy to the board, where she writes the title of her own favorite book, The Tale of Peter Rabbit.

"I just love this book. It reminds me of the cutest little bunny back home!"

"Oh, you have a pet bunny?" you ask, with genuine curiosity.

"Mm hmm. I take care of a lot of animals back home. I really miss them, but pets aren't allowed on campus."

'... But being barefoot is? At least she's following the rules, I'll give her that.'

You and Fluttershy both sign your syllabi and hand them to Mr. Midas. And now classes are done for the day! Of course, now you know that Fluttershy is actively choosing to go barefoot. If she wasn't, she definitely wouldn't have left her shoes behind two days in a row. And while you are glad that she's showing off her beautiful feet, the question remains... why? Does she hate shoes? Does she have a medical condition? Does she... have a foot fetish herself?

Okay, don't be ridiculous. The point is that you now know that she's barefoot on purpose. Maybe you'll find out why, or maybe you won't. But at least you have a friend at college besides Kai. Now you should just go back to your dorm and get some rest. There's not much else you can—

"Um, Anon?"

Hold that thought.

"Now that class is over, do you wanna get dinner with me?"

Author's Note

Okay... so far there have been quite a few downvotes. I can think of a few reasons why, but I'm not sure which one it is. Is my writing bad? Are people downvoting it because of of its fetishy themes? Or did they think the first chapter was too slow and didn't like that Fluttershy was absent for most of it? Regardless, I'll keep writing and hope that reception improves. I appreciate constructive criticism, so if you don't like the story please feel free to leave a comment explaining why. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and hopefully the next one will be out soon! 👣