Mother Toes Best

Chapters

Velvet did have Relations With that Man
Sand Hearts
Toesy Shy
Forelle, She Deserves a Thanks
Windy Whisoles
Crystoe Cave

Velvet did have Relations With that Man

“Can you BELIEVE these nobles? I mean, how does Princess Luna deal with them?” your political mentor, Twilight Sparkle’s mother, laughed. She opened up the door to a rather isolated study in one of the towers of Canterlot Castle.

“You know Velvet, I get that Luna’s got good intentions, bringing about Night Court and all…but I swear, something about the hours after 8pm bring out something crazy in the upper crust!” you, Anonymous, responded. You followed her into her workspace, shutting and locking the door behind you, as she preferred.

“I mean, ‘How many foals do you think you could take in a fight?’ Really?”

You shrugged, just as bewildered as Velvet was. “Are we gonna talk about that one noble who got hit with the alarm clock?”

“I’ve been in a barrel over a waterfall, Anon, and bumped my head BADLY on the way down…not that I let my daughter know, of course. And that wasn’t half as painful as THAT looked.”

You smiled and pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down at her desk. “You really gotta let me tag along for one of your vacations, they sound wild!”

“You don’t need to pull out my chair, Anon, but I’ll take your gentlemanly gestures anyway. Time to get to work on the scheduling for the next week for the last few hours?”

You scratched your head, looking down at your feet, as well as hers, bare, but hidden by high heels. “Well…I dunno, my mind was kind of…wandering, a little, during court, and when you were moving your feet around in front of me…”

Twilight Velvet let out a sigh, facepalming, but grinning knowingly. “You KNOW it’s just a habit…I wasn’t trying to DO anything, dear…”

“Yeah, but…a little paid time off sounds…” you trailed off, putting your hands on her shoulders.

You knew Canterlot Castle was quite a large place. No one would notice the two of you if you were to take an extra break…

She folded her arms, moving her legs out of her desk. A space large enough for you to crawl into was made. “I’m guessing you want me to be a little more bossy, but not MEAN bossy? You just HAVE to try and push me as far as you can, huh?”

You nodded, emphatically. “Please? Just this once?”

Velvet giggled. “Yes, dear, ‘Just this once’, just like the last dozen times. Get under the desk and I’ll be your old manager who keeps ignoring you,” she agreed, pointing down to the dark confines below the workspace.

Twilight Velvet couldn’t quite keep her amused grin down as your hands left her shoulders. “I hope you don’t think I’m gonna let myself get distracted. Just because I have a handsome man assisting me doesn’t mean I can just slack off work to have fun.”

Excitedly, you crawled down and situated yourself under Velvet’s fancy work desk, keeping your eyes on the wonderful prizes.

Velvet scooted inwards, beginning to write something with her quill. She cleared her throat, changing her tone of voice in preparation for your rather degenerate roleplaying request. "Alright, Anon…I’m gonna be a bit too busy to talk for a while. Be a dear and give me a rub? That always helps me get work done a little quicker.”

She lifted one of her heels to tap against your chin.

“And if SOMETHING starts to…happen, try to make it quick and easy, dear. I have to concentrate,” she finished, resting them both in your hands. As if you needed any further convincing. What else were interns for?

You began to tease yourself by holding up Velvet’s heel-clad feet in your hands, pulling them off a bit at a time. Inch by inch, her shoes began to fall off her bare feet, exposing the soft heels. Then it was the curved, light gray arches. Last to be exposed were her toes, perfectly sized, and you hoped they would squirm as much as they looked like they would.

Velvet’s toes seemed to take your hopes as a challenge, curling as her heels fell off. The gray soles rested in the palms of your hands, your fingers curling around the feet as delicately as possible. Such treasures should, after all, be treated gently and with care.

Your teachers always did say you were never good with more delicate objects.

Velvet let out a small gasp as your hands gave her soft feet a strong, greedy squeeze. The extreme softness, the texture, of her pampered feet was unimaginable, coming only from one who had been born and raised within high society. Your strong hands began to massage both of Velvet’s soft soles at once, the thumbs pressing ever so deeply into the gently curved arch. Up and down, side to side your thumbs went, and your efforts were met with moans of approval from Twilight’s mother.

Not long after you began to work on her perfect soles, her feet crossed over one another in your hands, the toes curling once again, as if to ask for attention. And it wasn’t long before you acquiesced to her request.

Unfortunately for Velvet, another thing your teachers said was how you never listened to them.

Your fingers delicately trailed along the undersides of her toes. Tiny, tiny circles, with the slightest amount of pressure from your nails. You kept the right foot in your grip while progressing to run your fingers between the appealing gray toes, with a small smirk on your face.

Her foot tried to tug itself backwards, but your grip was just slightly too firm for her. Not satisfied with just exploring between her soft toes, you ever so slowly scraped your fingers across her upper sole. Her reaction to the sudden ticklish jolt was instant, her foot jerking backwards a little harder.

You strengthened your grip on the perfect gray sole, your fingers making their way across the arch and to the heel. Velvet let out a snort and pressed her free foot against your cheek to try and push you away, but you were too far into the depraved act. Her work was between you and some rather enticing ‘intern’s benefits’ and you were having none of it.

By that point, you had her ankle in a death grip and your fingers were scribbling more and more erratically against the sensitive captive foot. Your increasing efforts were finally rewarded, Twilight’s mother unable to hold back her laughter.

“I wahahanted a MASSAGE, Anon, wh-why are youehehehe!” she giggled, fully pressing her other sole on your face and blinding you. But that wasn’t about to stop you from tearing Velvet away from her boring political paper.

You picked up a nearby stray quill under the desk, chuckling to yourself. The quill was brought up against her ticklish foot as quickly as your fingers were. The gentle bristles of the writing utensil, combined with your nails, was enough to start sending her into hysterics.

“ANOHOHON THAT’S ENOUGH!” Velvet shouted, while the dual, contrasting ticklish sensation sent both of her feet into overdrive. She was finally able to yank her foot from your greedy grip, using her toes to grab the evil little quill from your grasp. After tossing it out of your reach, both her soles pressed up against your face and holding your head against the wall.

After Velvet’s sexy laughter had calmed down, you heard a hiss from her above the desk, and her right toes slipped below your head. You felt your chin being raised by said toes, and found yourself staring up into her disapproving eyes. Her other foot, having endured a rather inconvenient round of ticklish joy, rested on one of your legs.

“Is there something the MATTER, Anon? Something that’s so important that you need to distract me from my work so much?” she said, a blush rather apparent on her face.

She glanced down between your legs at the exact time that you did. Both of you knew exactly what was the matter, but Twilight’s mom wasn’t about to let you just HAVE what you wanted. Not after that stunt you pulled.

“If you have nothing to say, Anonymous, I’d appreciate my feet being TENDED to this time, as I need, not TORTURED, understood?” she demanded.

“Y-yes Velvet, sorry…” you apologised, the feelings of guilt within you nonexistent. You once again delicately took her almost-shiny gray feet in your hands, taking some time to gaze at them, to marvel at their beauty.

One of Velvet’s ankles twisted slightly as her legs crossed, her foot moving in a slow circle, almost expectantly. “I’m waiting, dear…”

Her way of subtly drawing your attention to her soles was almost hypnotic, only adding to the…issue that was going on in your head. Having them pressed up against your face like that earlier…

You knew what you wanted…no, needed, to do next.

Instead of massaging the tension from her feet as she clearly requested, you leaned your head down towards the ten scrunching digits. Before Velvet could stop the inevitable, your mouth opened wide, and your lips wrapped hungrily around all five of her left toes.

“Anonymous, what are you…I said…MASSAGE, I didn’t say, mmh…” she stammered slightly, biting her lip. She scooted back into her desk as far as possible, her face once again out of your sight.

What, was she expecting you to respond while you sucked greedily on all five of her toes at once? All you were able to do was moan out in pleasure, while the taste, the texture, and the aroma all overwhelmed your senses.

As your tongue started to swirl around one toe at a time, Velvet let out a huff, allowing your chin to lower and placing her foot in your hands once again. “Alright, ahh, dear, if it’s that much of an emergency…but no more than that, ok? I’m quite busy and can’t afford to, mmph, play around…”

You panted heavily as you removed all of her toes from your mouth. Lowering your head even further, keeping her left foot held still, you decided to drag your tongue along her bare sole. Slowly, deliberately. You needed her to feel every second of it.

Her foot began to quiver as you put more force into each lick. Velvet’s hands were trembling at the wet, slimy sensation against her sensitive foot. None of her words were coming out right. Her eyes couldn’t keep themselves on her papers. On top of that, she found one of her hands had been slowly moving down her body, and entering between her legs.

Something about the things you were doing to her delicate soles was getting Twilight’s mother to slowly reconsider whether her work was worth ignoring what you were trying to to do her. And you could see it right then and there, what you were doing was working in spades.

You decided to lift up her other sole, the two of them resting in your hands side by side, and with force, buried your face into them.

Upon immersing your face in such a heavenly pair of soles, your tongue went absolutely wild. You lapped at each bottom of her feet with vigour, messily, recklessly. Over and over you subjected your tastebuds to the delightful taste of her soles, all the way from heels to toes. Right, then left, then both at once.

Holding them in place ever more tightly, you took one last hard lick of each foot. You could tell how hard Velvet was going at herself, and being the polite gentleman you were, decided to complete what you began with her.

Your lips mashed against the point where both of her arches met. Your hands held Twilight Velvet’s wonderful silky feet as tightly as possible, keeping them still while you forcibly made out with them.

To help Velvet as her intense climax hit her, her moans of sheer bliss filling the isolated room the two of you were in, you dragged your tongue all the way to the tips of her toes, wrapping your lips around both big toes. You sucked on them hungrily and nibbled them more gently in between, prolonging her intense, messy orgasm.

“Anoooon…I t...told you, I…hah, just wanted a massage…no more…” she panted out.

You slowly became even less able to control your urges than before. Gasping for air, you pulled her feet out of your mouth once again, placing them down on your legs while you unzipped your pants.

“Alright, alright, fine…just this once, if you PROMISE not to mess with my work again…” Velvet sighed, scooting out slightly in her now-messy chair. She reached down to pull your trousers down your legs further, unable to keep her smirk hidden.

Her super-soft, now slickened feet wrapped tightly around your leaking cock, causing a surge of pleasure through your body. You very nearly let go right then and there. But you had to hang on, just a little longer, because Twilight Velvet’s shining soles began to glide up and down the sides of your member.

Her eyes locked with yours. Velvet never needed to look at what she was doing, her feet seemed to move like they had a mind of their own. Her left foot slowly pressed down on your dick, further and further until it was pinned to your body. Smoothly and easily, her sole pulled back and forth, collecting the precum that had leaked out down your length.

Using the extra lubrication to her advantage, Velvet’s left sole allowed your length to stand at attention. Her right toes then gripped the side of your cock, her left sole moving smoothly in circles around the other side.

Your fists clenched as you groaned, sweat dripping from your forehead. Her devilishly seductive grin, and the hypnotic movements of her tender feet, proved to be too much for you to handle. You unleashed the most intense load you had ever thought possible, coating her gray feet in a delightful pattern of white splatters.

Her soles embraced your length firmly, keeping you still as you made a mess of her feet. When you finally finished up, Velvet placed her feet side by side, wiggling the toes playfully for you. “Are you QUITE finished with disturbing my work? Are you actually going to be helpful now, dear, instead of tickling me without my permission? Forcing me to once again have to clean up my seat?”

You chuckled weakly as she weighed her gray feet back onto your aching member, laying yourself back against the wall below the desk. “I…am at your service, Velvet…”

“Good. Maybe if you do a good enough job, you can join me on my next business trip…”

Author's Note

I'm PRETTY sure Twilight's mom works for the Crown in some way? She seems fairly high-society and well connected to send her daughter to Celestia's school.

I wish she would take ME as her little mentor...

Sand Hearts

“Here we are, darling! C’mon, we’ve waited a good while for this trip!”

You ran as fast as you could to catch up with Cookie Crumbles, the two of you making your way onto a very out-of-the-way beach, far to the east of Baltimare. Since she offered to take you there, as a treat ‘For being such a good boy’ (her words), why wouldn’t you follow along?

“Wooow, Cookie, this place is beautiful! It’s really true? No one comes out here?” you replied, panting slightly and putting down a cooler full of supplies. Supplies you knew you would need.

Soon.

“Not a chance, honey. It’s just gonna be you and me!” the plump pink mare answered, placing down an umbrella and quite a large towel.

She wasn’t wrong. It had taken a while to make your way out here, and neither of you had seen a soul. Plus, you were surrounded on three sides by some rather convenient cliffs.

Cookie knelt down next to you, tickling your chin gently and biting her lip. “And you and I have ALL day…I hope you’re all ready, hun.”

She always knew how to put you under her spell.

Not long afterwards, Cookie stood back up, and in her typical carefree fashion, threw off her blue visor and the sundress she was wearing. The red bikini underneath hugged around her deliciously curvy body, capturing your undivided attention while she stretched her arms upward, winking playfully.

Your jaw dropped and you could feel drool forming at the corner of your mouth. She knew you liked her. How could anyone not want to get closer to someone so beautiful?

Cookie certainly knew her way around you well, because she decided to kick off her flip flops just as casually as her other clothing, curling her beautiful pink toes in the sand. She put a hand on her hip and walked behind you when she realised you were in even more of a trance than before, giggling.

“Aren’t you gonna join me here or am I gonna have to be the only one having gettin’ relaxed today?” she said, placing her hands on your shoulders.

You grinned, pulling her hands down off your shoulders and locking fingers with her briefly. “You don’t have to tell me twice…”

Letting go of Cookie’s soft hands, you made haste with getting rid of your shirt and your own flip flops. You could swear that you saw her tongue slide over her lips briefly, but you decided not to get flustered again. You knew you were going to have a job to do.

Your curvy companion laid herself face down on the large towel, her head in her arms. “I wish there was a handsome man around to help me out with my sunscreen…”

You chuckled, grabbing the nearby bottle of lotion and squeezing some of it over her back. Getting on your knees above her, your hands began to work the white fluid into her soft, delicate skin, earning you some rather satisfied moans from her.

Your hands worked themselves over her arms, her shoulders, and her upper back. Gently, they massaged her middle and lower back next, slowly beginning to knead her plush behind.

“Ooh! Gettin’ a little handsy? What’re you doing that for to an old lady like myself?” she laughed. She always just wanted to hear your response. It was the same every time.

“Old…the only thing that’s old around here is the idea that you’re not the hottest woman around,” you replied with a grin, your hands working over her thighs and calves.

Cookie blushed and giggled, her heart beating slightly faster. She always loved to hear what you had to say.

You decided to reward yourself for being such a smooth talker, grabbing the bottle of sunblock once again. You took Cookie’s bare feet in your hands, and slowly but surely poured copious amounts of white fluid over her pedicured soles, between her pink toes, over her heels.

“That’s right, honey. Lots of sunscreen. Don’t wanna get sunburn, right?” she cooed, curling her toes and rubbing her soles together, ever so slowly. So gently. Like they were asking for something.

“R-right…” you stammered, at a loss for words at such a display. But that didn’t stop you from beginning your work on her now-lotioned feet, your thumbs pressing firmly into the soft bottoms.

“Ahhnn…what d-did I ever do to deserve such a talented young man, treating me so right,” Cookie cooed, rolling herself onto her back. You kept hold of her flexing feet, locking your fingers between the toes to spread the sunblock more effectively.

Her eyes closed as you crossed the feet over one another, moving them to rub against one another. Her soles and toes had been completely covered in sunscreen by that point, but you didn’t allow that to stop you from working over them.

Quite some time had passed. Your full-body massage had thoroughly been enjoyed by Cookie, but nothing had kept her more relaxed than your focus on her rather pampered pink soles. Relaxed enough for her to close her eyes, and eventually slip into a peaceful slumber.

You felt ashamed of your actions next, but you weren’t able to resist the temptation. You placed a couple grains of sand on your curvy partner’s leg, just to be safe…and when you realised she was too deeply relaxed to wake up, you began to pile lots of moist sand on her as carefully as possible, handful by handful, until her entire body was covered with the stuff.

The only parts of her visible were her head, and her lotioned feet, kept close together. The soles sparkled slightly in the light of the sun, her toes splaying slightly in her sleep.

And they were all yours, at your mercy.

You wanted to wait for Cookie to wake up, but she was a rather heavy sleeper. So against your stellar moral code, you listened to the devil on your shoulder and dragged a single finger up her right sole, then down. Up, then down.

Her sole curled up as her body began to stir. But to you, she was just ASKING for more. So you started to skitter your fingers all over the right sole, your other hand holding the back of it to keep it still.

“MmmmmhmhmhmhahaAHAHAHA ANOHOHON?!? WHAT DID YOU D-EEEHEHEHE!!” she shouted, her eyes popping open. Her body wriggled and struggled against the weight of the sand, but to no avail. All her feet were able to do was thrash back and forth, rubbing together in a futile effort to defend themselves.

All that was doing was enticing something of yours, something that could quite easily join in on the slick, lotioned fun…

“Oh come on, Cookie, I’m going easy on you! Surely you could’ve seen this coming?” you chuckled, placing all of your fingers against each of her toes.

“Hah…hah…sand buried tickling? Could you BE more cliche, hon-“ Cookie immediately crumbled under the sensation of all of your fingers dragging all the way down to her heels, howling with laughter. It certainly didn’t help that the sunblock she had you apply was working against her, making it easier than ever for your fingers to skate across the curvy bottoms of her feet.

“You asked what you did to deserve such a young man? Well, you COULD try to hold these pretty, soft feet of yours more still…oh well, one can but dream!” you teased. You clasped your thumb and forefinger around her two big toes, effectively locking them together so your other hand could scratch into her arches, and continue exploring her soles unopposed.

“That’s right, sweetie, let it out…remember, no one is gonna hear you!” you said, gleefully scritching between her pink toes.

Cookie shrieked and thrashed around in her sandy bindings, her silky feet continuously struggling against the grip of your fingers to try and shield themselves.

Her laugh. Her captivity. Her well-kept, sensitive feet. Slowly but surely, you were less and less able to focus on keeping her feet still to endure your torture, and more so on taking care of a burning desire of yours. One that such a stunning pair of captured feet sang to, and one that Cookie knew of very well.

You were finally unable to control your affinity for the pair of feet in front of you, undoing your bathing suit and tossing it away, carefree as Cookie did her sundress. Both of your hands grabbed onto the backs of her feet while she gasped for breath, and you scooted forward to press your throbbing member against her tender left sole. You let out a loud, lustful moan, causing the tired Cookie Crumbles to perk up considerably.

“Are you done tickling a lady without her permission, Anon? I hope I’m gonna get an apology rub after this, honey…” she said, weakly. Seeing the fiery lust in your eyes as you worked on relieving yourself, Cookie crossed her feet over one another to more firmly grip your leaking length. She used what little leeway she had, given the sand around her ankles, to slide her slick feet around you.

“That’s right hun, let it out, remember, no one is gonna hear you…” she teased, gripping your dick between her big and second toe, while using the other lotioned foot to stroke the side in circles.

You couldn’t hold on much longer. Cookie always had a way of getting you to let go within seconds. She was actually going easy on you this time, teasing you and pushing you instead of forcing you.

Unfortunately, the sudden tight embrace of her slippery, shiny soles proved to be too much for you to handle. You cried out softly, thrusting up between the arches with ease, your load splattering over her toes and leaking down onto the sand. Much of the rest of your essence landed on the sides of her feet, and she ensured to separate the soles slightly to catch all of the remaining seed.

Cookie giggled from her captive position, ever so slowly rubbing her cum-covered feet together, playing with what remained between her toes for you to see.

“Naughty messy Anon…Mama’s feet were too much to handle?”

You managed to recover a bit of your strength to nod, grinning weakly and blushing. “Y-Yes Cookie…”

“Good, honey. Now I hope you’re planning to dig me out and properly apologise. Because, dear Anon, our little vacation’s just getting started…”

Author's Note

Get it? Sand Hearts, sand tarts? Tarts are cookies?
Well, anime beach cliches aside, Cookie Crumbles barely gets attention. Shame.

Toesy Shy

“Oh POSEY, you can come in now! It’s all ready!” you called out. You stumbled over (with difficulty, seriously, how do they walk around when clouds are their floors?) to the bathroom door and unlocked it so that Fluttershy’s loving mother could step inside.

The door opened fully, revealing Posey Shy wrapped in nothing but a towel. You couldn’t help yourself, laying a quick kiss on her neck. “I think today of ALL days, you should enjoy yourself…”

Mrs. Shy’s jaw dropped. A steaming bath had been run in her cumulus-style tub. There were candles in all different scents, lit and scattered across the bathroom. A bottle of wine and several of her favourite snacks sat on a small side-table set up next to the rim of the tub.

“Anon…dear…how could I…how could I ever thank you? I only mentioned wanting a spa day in passing, but…”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that. Let me do all the work. I do know your body better than anyone, after all…” you said, playfully giving her covered behind a small swat.

“I…I just don’t know what to say! You did all this for me?”

“That’s right, just let it happen…you’re in for a treat…Zephyr IS out of the house, right?”

“Don’t you worry, sweetie, he isn’t like that anymore, I promise…he’s become a wonderful hairstylist, and has his own place now.”

“You know what? I believe it. Enough about your son, though, because you are in for a TREAT…” you said, “But, lock the door just in case?”

You climbed over the cloud-walls of the tub, immersing yourself deeply into the warm water. The warm, relaxing thermal bath instantly reduced tension in your muscles, and the scent of candles around the room you thoroughly enjoyed.

Mrs. Shy dimmed the lights and ensured to lock the door, letting the towel fall from her soft body. She blushed madly, looking away from you shyly, but she mentally reminded herself to not cover any of her body up.

Marvelling at her generous breasts and her gentle curvy figure, you beckoned Fluttershy’s mother into the hot water with you. You took her silky hand and helped her climb in, feeling her while helping her get situated. Her curved behind slid down your lower body, until she was sat nicely between your legs.

“You look beautiful, Posey,” you said, pressing your chest against her back. She giggled softly in response while you poured yourself and her glasses of wine.

“Oh, thank you, Anon…It’s nice to finally get some time to be close,” she said.

“To us,” you replied, smiling and clinking your glass to hers.

You and Posey rested your heads together after a few sips, placing your wine glasses on the nearby side table. The two of you enjoyed the silence, the warmth, and the aroma of the candles for some time, but you knew wasn’t your day to relax. It was Posey’s.

Even though Fluttershy’s mom looked perfectly content, you decided to continue your proactivity instead of falling asleep by mistake. Your hands ran down her slender shoulders, grasped onto her arms, and began to rub.

“Mmmmhh…you don’t have to…” Mrs. Shy cooed. The nuzzling of her soft hair on your neck, however, told an entirely different story.

“Shhh…you deserve it for being so pretty, please, just let me help you relax…” you murmured back, your hands moving slowly, tenderly, back up to rub her wet shoulders.

While one hand continued to massage her body, you reached the other to your right, and pulled a cluster of grapes from the plate next to the glasses. Kissing her neck and tapping on one of her shoulders, you got her eyes to flutter open.

Wordlessly, you held the vine up to Posey’s head, just at lip-level.

Mrs. Shy realised just what you wanted her to do, covering her reddening face with her hands. “A-are you sure? Isn’t that a little…overboard?”

“As sure as I am that you’re the best mother in the world,” you replied, “I promise, you earned it. Let me treat you how you deserve.”

She nodded, but placed a finger on your chest. “O-ok, dear…but you have to promise me, you let me take care of you later…”

“Posey, come on, I worked hard to make sure YOU were the one to get pamp-“

You forgot to finish your sentence. Mrs. Shy knew just how to convince you that maaaybe her one demand wasn’t so bad after all.

Her legs crossed, lifting slightly so her toes poked just out of the water.
She hid behind her hair slightly, wiggling her toes and making little splashes with them. The sole of her left foot rested on top of her right, her hips swiveling gently in your lap.

“I uhh, heh, I think we have a deal,” you conceded, the shine of her soft-looking toes curling catching your eye.

Posey giggled quietly, nestling herself into your chest. “I’m happy you listened to me. Mommy will take care of you soon…”

Ok, ‘Mommy’? She was aware you loved that. Now you were REALLY under her spell.

She slowly relaxed herself and opened up her mouth. As carefully as you could, you fed her each grape one at a time. Over the next half an hour, you treated Posey like the queen she truly was. One hand steadily worked out the tension in her upper body, the other continuously fetching snacks and drinks for her from the nearby table to feed her.

Her hesitancy slowly melted away at your gentle, but firm touch, and despite her shyness and reddened face, she was quite enjoying being fed her fancy snacks.

“Mmh, Anon, dear,” Mrs. Shy said, swallowing a cube of Reggiano cheese, “How could I ask for more…”

“Oh, Posey, never hesitate to ask your Anon for anything…your smile is all I need…”

“In that case…” Mrs. Shy said, getting up off your chest and stretching out her slick, shiny body. “Would you be so kind, as to rub ONE last area, sweetie?”

As your shy, gentle mother-figure sat down facing the opposite way, you knew exactly what was coming. Posey lifted both of her silky, shiny feet out of the warm water, rubbing them together side by side, before softly weighing the yellow soles on your lap.

Right onto your untreated, twitching erection.

You could really see where Fluttershy learned how to act. Just like her daughter, Posey was adorable and she knew it. Such a dangerous combo was not to be trifled with, and she used it to her advantage against you.

“I…I’d be delighted…” you stammered, your hands picking up her soles by the heels. You moved the soft bottoms of her feet off your twitching member, focusing your efforts on the left foot. Your fingers pressed deeply into the lower sole, rubbing their way up and down the tender arch.

Mrs. Shy let out a quiet, pleasured moan at your touch, her shy grin slowly becoming knowing and playful. She scooted herself closer to you in the tub, her unoccupied right foot sliding up your body to press against one of your cheeks.

“I told you, Anon, dear, that you’d be taken care of, and I mean it…” she said in a low voice. Her right foot travelled in circles around one of your cheeks, and soon afterwards up and down the middle of your face.

Your face turned as red as hers, her toes pinching your nose and travelling down over your face. Her big toe began to tap against your lips, as if asking for permission to enter.

“Don’t be shy, dear, enjoy yourself too…” Posey whispered. Your mouth opened with a small tug from her big toe, and closed once again around three of her toes. You let out a small moan at the pleasant flavour, your tongue lapping and swirling around each one.

“This is a day for US, Anon, darling, not just me…Now, let me treat you to a little kindness…” she giggled, pulling her other foot out of your hands. The sole rested on your chest, causing your heart to race, and trailed down your body until it pressed firmly down on your aching cock, forcing you to let out another moan of bliss.

Her foot was unbelievably soft, as silky and unscathed as you’d expect from someone living on clouds. Her feet needed no treatment, no upkeep, to remain so silky, but she kept up her spa treatments regardless for your sake.

The gently curved arches seemed almost designed to suit your specific needs, and the way she flexed her toes every time they reached your tip drove you wild.

Her sole glid easily up and down your member, each little grab at your tip pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Posey noticed you straining yourself to hold back, just to enjoy her touch a little longer.

But, as established earlier, Mrs. Shy’s cuteness, her…skills, were not to be taken lightly.

She removed her magenta-polished toes from your mouth, dragging her other foot down your quivering body. The closer her foot became, the quicker you twitched down there. The anticipation was killing you. How long could you hold?

Her feet finally met, the two smooth bottoms tightly wrapped around your upper length. She leaned forward from her position in the tub, straightening her glasses, and then began to move the slick surfaces back and forth, ensuring to flex her toes each time her feet pulled closer to herself.

All the while, one of her gentle hands made its way below her feet. The fingers lovingly fondled your sack, while her other hand smoothly jerked off the lower section of your member.

The deadly combination of her careful hands and her graceful feet were too much for you to handle. You grabbed onto the tops of her feet while the toes kept a firm grip on your cock, your body in a haze from the overwhelming, almost painful orgasm you experienced. Your load covered her polished toes, each pent-up spurt dripping down between the spaces. And despite your grip on her feet, they still moved smoothly back and forth to ensure none of your essence was wasted.

Mrs. Shy once again leaned back in the tub once you managed to finish up, lifting her soles into the air and wiggling her toes. The sight of your cum leaking down her adorable feet was unfathomably hot, and her reddened, sexy face only added to the heavenly experience.

“Anon, dear, I hope Mommy made you happy like you did for her…” Posey said, sighing happily.

“Ahh…s-see? I held up my end, now you have to let me keep taking care of you…” you panted, sitting back up against the edge of the bath.

Posey giggled quietly, placing her soles back under the water, and up against your legs. “Would you…mind giving me a proper rub, dear?”

All it took was another curl of her cute toes, and you promptly and diligently started to massage them once again.

Author's Note

Everypony has times in their life, when their hearts are filled with doubt.

Writing about Fluttershy's mom was not one of those times.

Forelle, She Deserves a Thanks

A nice big checkered blanket, an abundance of sandwiches, and a large jug of pear cider. All ingredients for a wonderful time deep in the Pear family’s orchard. But there was one more ingredient you failed to mention, the most important of them all.

Your secret lover, Pear Butter, who had taken you down to such a secluded area of the fields. Hills surrounded the two of you on all sides, a crystal-clear river flowed nearby, and there was nothing but pear trees for miles around. A perfect spot to relax after a hard day’s work.

You had just finished your sandwiches, and were enjoying a glass of pear cider when your poofy-haired lover pulled out her acoustic guitar, crossing her legs.

“Is it that time again? The sweet sounds of the Pears?” you asked.

“Heh, just keepin’ up the skills. Y’all don’t mind, right? Just a couple random notes today?” she said.

“What else could I ask for? I mean, you sneak over to me to help get my work done faster, prepared a whole picnic in secret from your old man, now you’re gonna play me your sweet sounds?”

The pear farmer played with a bit of her hair, blushing and looking down. “C’mon, you, Ah’m just doin’ my best…”

“If that’s you doing your best, I’m the luckiest guy in the world…I’m not just gonna let you do that for nothing. You gotta be exhausted, getting your work done as well as helping do mine,” you said.

“Shucks, Anon, it ain’t a big deal…”

“I insist,” you said, almost a little too quickly. You knew what you had in mind for her. Something that such a hard worker would really enjoy.

She had, after all, been working on her feet all day…You had to DO something about that.

While Pear Butter strummed her sweet guitar, you pushed a couple of plates out of the way so you could sit at her feet, while leaning on the nearby pear tree. She gave you a little knowing smirk and side-eye as you lifted her legs into your lap, saying, “Oh, alright…out here, sugar, though? Already?”

Being the Pear-family music enjoyer that you were, you scoffed at her completely true, 100% founded accusation. “I would never stoop so low! I’m just helping you out after a long day, thanking you for your music, and your assistance, is all,” you replied, pulling off her comfortable boots one at a time.

“Uhhhh-huh,” she mused, pulling each leg back to assist you. There were no socks to speak of covering up her creamy-orange goods. Those bare, shiny toes of hers splayed and flexed, enjoying the cool breeze flowing through them.

Your Pear Butter was one to just kick ‘em off after work, and that was that. No time to lean down to peel off more stuff, she needed to let them breathe.

You grabbed both of them, setting them gently between your legs. Because it was the easiest spot to rub her tired feet from.

Yeah, that was it.

“Then tell me, sugar, what else has ya gettin’ all riled up down there?” she finished.

Your companion tossed away her boots, much more firmly pushing one of her feet between your legs. You gulped, body completely tense at the almost-threatening force of the bottom of her foot.

Pear Butter had the strongest pair of legs you’d ever seen, and she knew how to put them to proper use. The thing straining against the inside of your jeans from the pressure told her all she needed to know.

“Whooee, looks like ya got hungry for a lil’ something more than just givin’ my dogs a thank-you,” Pear giggled. She dragged a single toe down your bulge, collecting the tiniest amount of pre that was leaking through your pants.

“N-nnghh…P-Pear, you can’t…I was gonna…” you stammered. Your thoughts were all over the place. What if you were seen out here? What if Grand Pear thought you were an Apple and peeled you?

Truthfully, no one ever came out to your picnic spot, so there was very little danger of such things. But the thrill of Pear Butter pushing your buttons in such a place was too much for you to handle.

“Y’all know darn well where yer head is at, hun,” Pear said, resting both her soles on your painfully-twitching bulge, “Or BOTH yer heads, Ah should say. Now ya want me to stop?”

She folded her arms, her eyes going half-lidded and seductive. Two of her toes grasped tightly onto your zipper, tugging it downwards with an almost frightening amount of skill. The whole time, her sole dragged its way down your shaft and over your balls.

Even through your garments, the work of her firm, curvy feet was becoming more and more difficult to handle. To resist. You took a deep breath, undoing the button on your jeans. Your companion pulled down your undergarments using her toes, allowing your raging boner to spring free into the air.

“Lookin’ at things, it don’t look like you WANNA go back on this…” Pear continued. Her shining soles pressed up against one another, slowly lowering themselves until your leaking member slipped between them. The warmth of her feet, fresh from her boots, sent a surge of intense pleasure through your body.

“Now, Ah bet ya want to just finish right up, don’tcha? How ‘bout ya keep it down for a spell instead, Ah’ll take care’a ya,” she giggled. Ever so slowly, her soles rubbed together as they pressed inwards onto the sides of your shaft.

Even the lewd, deliberately sluggish pace her feet moved on you was like a religious experience to you. You leaned your head back on the tree while her soles slid towards herself, her strong toes taking their place on your cock.

Both sets steadily applied pressure, as if they were forcing you to leak even more fluids. And leak you did, much of the sticky liquid dripping down her well-worked toes. When Pear was satisfied, her toes moved up and down your length in opposing directions. Left went up, right went down, and vice versa.

“Nnngaahh…P-Pear, I’m gonna…” you groaned. You were already so close. Pear Butter’s feet weren’t just made for kicking, and you were being made acutely aware of that fact every time you met up with her. You were always at her mercy, and you loved every second of it.

Just before you were pushed over the edge, the farmer’s feet halted their hypnotic motions, her toes no longer tightly wrapped around your shaft.

“But I was…I was so close…” you whined, your entire body crying out for her touch.

Pear Butter giggled, standing up on the picnic blanket. She loomed over you with a smug look in her eyes, responding, “Ah know it’s hard to handle a Pear, sugar, but y’all can let it go when Ah say so, y’hear?”

Before you could protest, Pear’s curvy, hard-worked left foot came down between your legs with just the right amount of force to drive you wild, and not enough to cause any pain. The warm, sweating surface of her sole had pinned your member to your body.

You would have let go at that very moment, but in addition to her ability to balance herself, she also knew the exact pace that her foot needed to move at to keep you on edge. So that’s precisely what Pear started doing, never taking her beautiful eyes off your own.

Her firm, yet gentle sole picked up your pre while she ran the surface up and down the underside of your twitching cock. You sharply inhaled each time the sole rested over your tip, your hips bucking while you tried so desperately to keep your cool.

“Almost there, sugar. Ah’m not gonna keep ya too long. Honest,” the farmer said. She playfully wiggled her toes, each one tapping against your tip, before gripping your shaft between two toes and running her foot all the way down to the hilt.

When she sensed you were close once again, her skilled, precum-slickened foot applied just slightly more pressure to your member. Her pace quickened, her sole gliding all the way up, then all the way down your shaft with ease.

“Don’t hold back, hun.”

Her domineering position over you, and the smoothness of her strong, agile foot, proved to be too much for you. At her command, you let out a long, extremely pleased moan, unleashing a truly heavy load of thick seed under her foot.

You could have sworn you blacked out for a moment from all the intense pleasure, and Pear Butter did not stop running her bare foot along your dick through your entire orgasm. When you finally returned to reality from your blissful high, you noticed that you had turned your shirt and jeans into a white-stained disaster.

Pear Butter leaned down to kiss your head, sitting back down on the blanket and crossing her other foot over her splattered sole, coating it in your seed as well. “Hehe, Ah guess y’all had yer fun? Ain’t it nice to take yer time?”

“G-gah, you’re too good a tease for me to handle,” you replied, grinning weakly and pointing at her sticky-looking soles.

The farmer let out a chuckle, pointing out your stained clothes. “Y’all aren’t wrong there, Anon. Guess Ah did go a little too hard on ya there, huh?”

“I…may have to go wash these in the river before we pack up and head back now…” you sheepishly admitted.

Pear Butter placed both of her cum-dripping feet in your lap, picking up her guitar once again. With a knowing smirk, she curled and splayed her perfect toes to draw your attention.

“Who said we’re just gonna get yer rocks off and go back, hun? Ah could still use that thank you ya promised…”

Certainly, you and Pear Butter had nowhere to be for quite some time.

Author's Note

Anjou gonna say Pear Butter has the best feet?

I'm not sorry.

Windy Whisoles

You weren’t quite sure how those three little troublemakers did it. You were also unsure how living in the clouds was possible. As well as why those types of people never chose to live on the ground, like common sense would dictate.

You were unsure of a lot of things, but you WERE sure that slingshot the Cutie Mark Crusaders built worked its magic once again, launching you into the stratosphere and landing you right next to where you needed to be, uninjured and with your camera still intact in your pocket.

Rainbow Dash’s old house, where her mother lived.

And speaking of Rainbow Dash’s mother, Windy Whistles, you spotted her looming above you, concerned, as you recovered from your fall onto the clouds.

“Is that Rainbow Dash’s other biggest fan I see? Nice of you to drop in, sweetheart,” she giggled, reaching down to help you up.

“HAH…never heard that one before,” you laughed, standing back up shakily.

“Well, sweetheart, you did a great job landing! And surprising little old me with a visit today!” Windy exclaimed, giving you a tight hug. Of course, being the gentleman you are, you returned it with greater force, enjoying the feeling of her curvy body against yours.

“C’mon in, Anon, I’m not doing anything today! Dashie’s biggest fan is always welcome!”

You followed the excited mother into her fancy cloud-house. “Am I gonna get one of your famous fresh pasta-potato-sourdough sandwiches with my Rainbow Dash storytime today?”

She grinned back at you as she led you straight to a door that, when opened, let out a sound effect akin to angels singing. Her bare foot nudged against one of your legs, causing you to tense slightly.

“Are you sure that’s the only other thing you want from me today?” she murmured, raising her eyebrows.

Those cloud-walking women. They knew. They knew that those with YOUR particular affinity could be teased, played with, messed with. Windy was no exception to that rule.

Why did they all have to walk barefoot?

“We’ll see, Anon. We’ll see…” she finished, as she opened up the wooden door. Trophies, medals, pictures of Rainbow Dash herself all lined the green walls. A giant rainbow chandelier adorned with large star-bulbs hung in the centre of the room, and there was even an expansive rug with the face of Windy’s amazing daughter woven into it.

“Woooow…I can never get enough of this place, she wins EVERYTHING, huh?” you said, closing the door behind you and silencing the choir-like sound effect.

“Isn’t this place just wonderful? Dashie is the best daughter in the world! If she ever comes back home again from her Wonderbolt tour, I’ll let you know so you could finally meet her!”

Your eyes lit up. “You’d…do that for me? Let me meet the one and only?”

Windy Whistles sat down in a chair in the corner of the room. “It’s the least I could do for such a big fan…and for someone as handsome as you.”

You scratched your head, chuckling quietly. “H-heh…I’m not the only one, I can see where Dashie gets her good looks from…”

Windy’s cheeks went a soft shade of red, taking a photo album from a nearby cardboard box. “Alright, alright, Anon…let’s not get TOO distracted, I did promise to read more of Dashie’s stories…”

As you placed your camera by a large trophy behind you, you sat down on the rug in front of her, your eyes wandering to her bare feet for a split second. Her wonderful-looking toes curled gently, one sole exposed to you, one planted on the rug. They looked like they hadn’t seen a surface in years, untouched by the ravages of time or nature.

But that was what happened when you mostly walked on clouds.

As Windy regaled you with the history of her wonderful young daughter, you slowly began to reach out to her one soft foot. You just had to feel it, even if only for a little, to hold yourself over for a moment.

“…After that, she chose Ponyville’s team over Cloudsdale’s, and I couldn’t be…ehem, sweetheart, are you paying attention to my Rainbow and how great she is, or is something else on your mind?” she finished, with a small smirk on her face. She allowed your hand to brush against her baby-soft sole for just a moment, before pulling it away.

“Oh, oh no Windy, I wasn’t zoning out or anything, I promise…I love hearing about Dashie’s story!” you assured her, quickly snapping out of your trance.

But Windy Whistles knew you a little too well. She knew why you always had to sit on the rug. You could see it in her eyes, which were travelling down your body and between your legs.

She stretched out her legs so both soles were then exposed. Her toes scrunched and splayed, teasing you with rather sinful thoughts of what you would do to them.

“Well, we can certainly see if that’s true,” Windy said, her tone becoming more playful. One of her feet pushed up against your rather obvious bulge, ever so gently, her big toe rubbing against the tip.

“Nnnghh…” you groaned, your shaft straining tightly against the front of your pants.

Windy’s toes clasped around the button, and undid it with ease in an amazing show of toe-dexterity. “If you’ve been paying attention, I might let you REALLY have some fun with them…”

Down your zipper went with the assistance of her toes, just like the button, allowing your dripping cock to spring free of its confines. The bottom of her right foot ever so gently pushed against your now-bare length.

“I know you can do it.”

She knew just how to motivate you, to drive you.

“Now, sweetheart, what’s Dashie’s least favourite dessert?” she asked.

You were her biggest fan. That one was easy, so your cock twitched while you shouted, “Pie! Th-the flakes and gooeyness weren’t her thing.”

Her curvy, warm sole increased the pressure on you, pinning your member to your body. “Not half bad, sweetie, she’s the greatest pie-hater in the world…now, what’s the name of her pet tortoise? C’mon, you can do it!”

“Tha-aahhh, that’s easy…it’s TANK…I AM h-her biggest fan, I know EVERYTHING about Dashie,” you moaned out. Both of her silky soles clutched onto your member, really starting to work you up. Your hips involuntarily bucked against the grip of her feet, your body flooded with pleasure.

“Mm, well, sweetheart…that’s all well and good, but are you sure you know EVERYTHING about my little Dashie? Did you know she could do THIS?" Windy said.

Windy got up off the chair, laying on her belly on the rug behind you. She instructed you to turn around for her, and then extended her legs up across her back, until her smooth bare feet reached past her head to grab your hardened cock. Your jaw dropped at the amazing display of flexibility, twitching between the sides of her feet while her toes curled to show off.

No, you did NOT know that her daughter could do that. And ESPECIALLY didn't know that her mother was just as capable.

Your breathing turned shallow and erratic, placing your hands on the tops of her feet so you could begin thrusting between the silky surfaces. "W...Windy, wh-what kind of superpowers..."

Just then, Rainbow Dash's loving mother collapsed onto the carpet, facing downwards and gasping for air. You quickly knelt down to help her, tipping her chin up to reveal a sheepish grin. Windy's blushing face was sweating as much as yours as she caught her breath.

"Hah, sorry, Anon...guess I can't hold it as long as my little Dashie. Don't you ever get old, you hear me?" she panted, facing her body away from you. Her slightly-faded sky blue soles faced upwards, crossing over one another.

Your hands moved to hold onto the tops of Windy's feet, bringing them upwards so they were at a more...appropriate height for your position. "I don't wanna hear you saying that stuff about yourself...after all, a fine wine takes time to-OH!"

While you were giving her some words of encouragement, her blue soles escaped your grasp and pressed together firmly against your throbbing member. You jumped at the sudden jolt of pleasure, the warm embrace of her silky soles swiftly pushing you back towards the edge.

"Hehehe, I suppose a little of this will have to do as your prize…” Windy giggled. She crossed her arms and rested her head in them, completely relaxed. But despite her body being at rest, her legs and feet were continuing to work you over like it was nothing.

Not even looking back at you to watch what she was doing, her soles skillfully began to circle the sides of your pulsing member. You continued to gawk like a freak while Windy Whistles pressed her toes together, sliding her unbelievably soft feet back and forth so her toes teased you from base to tip.

She continued to flip through the pages of the scrapbook, reading off her best memories of Rainbow Dash and all the self-created awards she was able to give her daughter. Her eyes never left the pages, but her graceful feet continued to glide across your twitching dick as if her attention was fully on you.

"...So that's when my darling daughter became Best Eater of Carrots for the eighteenth year in a row...oh, are you about to cum, sweetheart? Did I keep you too long?" she inquired, glancing back at you.

"W-Windy, pleeease..." you groaned out, your head hazy with pleasure.

Suddenly, her feet crossed over one another, tightly sandwiching you between one sole of her foot and one top, firmly jerking you back and forth. Your knees suddenly felt weak and you fell backwards, not able to kneel properly anymore.

"Goooo Anon! You can do it!!" she cheered.

Not much later, the skill of Windy's sexy, curvy feet became too much to handle. You grabbed both sets of her cute blue toes, holding them together while you thrust through the warm space between her feet. With one last push, you let your head lean back, your cock twitching wildly as you unleashed your thick, pent-up load all over them. First spurt on her one exposed heel. Second on the one lower sole, which slowly dripped down to her toes.

Dashie's mother quickly rolled onto her side, leaning on one elbow as her feet slid up and down your now seed-coated length. Her new positioning allowed the third shot, and every one thereafter, to soak more of the surface area of her toes and her soles.

"Anonymous, my number one lover! I wish I had a ribbon to give you!" she gushed, wiggling the toes that were covered in your warm essence. Windy then gave you the most delightful smile, one full of pride for you and your rather lewd accomplishment.

"Hah, uh, thanks Windy," you replied, blushing.

"Take a picture, sweetheart, a little extra prize for Dashie’s biggest fan. It'll be good for the scrapbook of all the ladies you're gonna pull!" Windy said, handing you the nearby camera.

You didn't think she should go THAT far, but nonetheless, you felt like a bit of a stud, so you took her up on her offer. One flash later, and out rolled a developed photo of Windy Whistles giving you a seductive grin, with a focus on her cum-coated soles facing towards you.

Boy, your point of view in the photo was glorious.

"Oh that pic looks AMAZING! I wish I had another ribbon to give you, Anon, the number one photographer! It's like you've been doing this all your life!" she said as you handed it to her.

You placed down the camera and retrieved your new...material, from Windy, laying on your stomach next to her. "So...I know this isn't a...conventional question per se, but since you think I'd actually get enough girls to fill a scrapbook, I was wondering something..."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

“I just have to know one more thing about her…do you think I'm good enough for Rainbow? And more importantly, are Rainbow’s feet are as nice as yours?

Windy blushed hard, curling her toes and laying a foot against one of yours, but nodded emphatically at your first question. Upon your second question, she brightened considerably and began to speak quite highly about her daughter. "Oh, Dashie's feet? They're the best in the WORLD! SUPER ticklish, she was always such a giggly little girl. I even tried to get her to come to the spa with me, but she always said she didn't like when her friends or anyone else touched them..."

You had a feeling you'd be listening to a little history lesson for quite a while, so you placed an arm around Rainbow Dash's mom, settling in comfortably while she gushed over and over about her daughter's adorable feet.

Author's Note

Did anyone else wanna try that sandwich? Dashie's favourite meal? Someone whip it up and tell me how it went. Maybe stick some garlic or chives in there to jazz it up.

I'm willing to bet the recipe would be best enjoyed with a pair of soft feet!

Crystoe Cave

Tapping your foot on the wooden panelling of the train station, you anxiously awaited the arrival of a certain guest. A guest you had gotten rather…acquainted with, the last time she was here.

“In Western Equestria, born and raised, on the rock farm is where I spent most of my days…”

Oh yeah, Pinkie was there as well. Why wouldn’t she be waiting for her mom to come over?

“But Ponyville’s where Twilight Sparkle met me, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Rarity!”

“Ponk, look, here comes the train!” you pointed out.

“Ohyesohyesohyes it’s Mom! You remember my mom right? Cloudy Quartz? Huh?”

“Well YEAH, of course I do, you only told her that I had a rock collection! She traded me a big hunk of red topaz for a star opal!” you laughed.

You had failed to mention what ELSE you got from the exchange, but Panky Poe didn’t need to know what Cloudy may or may not have stepped on to convince you to trade.

The train screeched to a halt, and Panko Pun leapt up from the bench to wrap her mother in a bear hug the second she stepped off the train.

“MOM!” she shouted, squeezing the life out of a taller woman in a black frock, and wearing gold glasses with chains.

“Greetings, Pinkamena,” Cloudy said, strained. “I see your friend Anonymous is here? Permission to breathe, please?”

“Whoopsie! Sorry Mom! Yeah, Anon is here too! He can take you around Ponyville! You’ve only been here for like, a FEW SECONDS, right?”

“That is correct. I had simply come to spend Hearth’s Warming here for a night, instead of on our rock farm. Many thanks to your sage advice, Pinkamena. Ah, and hello, Anonymous. It has been some time.”

Cloudy gave you a strange-looking smile. You could have sworn that you saw a flash of…desire, in her eyes.

“Hi M-Cloudy, it has…is your rock collection going as well as mine?” you caught yourself for a moment before you could say anything you’d regret.

“Most certainly. I had recently acquired the most impressive cluster of black onyx. Perhaps I could showcase my own collection someday.”

“Okie dokie lokie Mom, so Maud is off n a big ol’ adventure with Rarity to go talk to the Diamond Dogs, and I gotta go soon too! We gotta see what’s going on in Abyssinia! You can stay in Maud’s house while you’re here, ok?”

Cloudy smiled softly, closing her eyes. “Maudalina Daisy Pie, how you’ve grown so…”

“EEEEE! Isn’t my sister the BEST? Well, all my sisters are the best! Ooo! I gotta go get ready too! Mom, Anon’s gonna take you along now, bye byeeee!!” Ponko Pea rambled. She then became a sheet of paper cut out to look like Pinkie, flying away on the wind.

You gave Pinkie’s mother an inquisitive glance, as if you hadn’t already seen such things hundreds of times before.

“I am truly regretful, Anonymous, that I have no clue what Pinkie inherited at birth,” she responded, smirking just a little.

“Yeah, I didn’t seriously think even you could answer…Mommy,” you said, lowering your voice for the last part.

Cloudy bit her lip slightly, blushing, but placing a hand on yours. “Your attempts at seduction will get you nowhere out in public, Mr. Anonymous. You will lead me to Maudalina’s abode first, like a proper host, so I may put my feet up to rest.”

“Very well, Your Ladyship, apologies for my earlier comments,” you chuckled, taking her luggage. You lead her towards the outskirts of Ponyville.

The two of you ducked into a cave, walking along its length. “Appropriate home for Maud, is it not?” you asked.

“Maudalina brings honour to the family by living among rocks,” she responded, the two of you stepping out into the most spectacular cavern you’d ever been inside.

Massive multicoloured crystals hung from the ceiling, bathing the cavern in bright light. Waterfalls from seemingly every direction flowed into a crystal clear lake, and there was a large bed under an enormous tent off to the side.

The two of you walked over the grassy interior and over a small pier to get to the bed, placing Cloudy’s luggage down. Your guest sat on the plush bed, folding her hands as she looked around the beautiful home.

“This is truly a spectacular home my daughter owns. Perhaps I should visit more often. After all, I came away quite satisfied on my last trip,” she remarked, reaching out to touch your leg.

You slowly turned around to look at her. “S…Satisfied?”

Her lips curled upwards slightly as she lowered her glasses. “Satisfied enough that perhaps you and I could make use of this time together, instead of hastily beginning the tour.”

“Mommy…? Do you mean…?” you tried to clarify, blushing as her hand moved up your side. You certainly weren’t about to tell her to stop.

“It is quite hot outdoors. Perhaps this calls for a way to cool off, together?”

Her demeanour started to change. She placed her hands on your shoulders, standing back up out of bed. She brushed herself against you as she made her way to the edge of a nearby short cliff, not waiting for your response.

And then it began.

Off came her hairband, tossed away carelessly and giving way to a long, shiny head of hair, thick and luxurious. Next came the collar-choker she wore around her neck. Finally, the already-beautiful mare removed her golden glasses from her face.

You gazed upon Pinkie's mother in front of you, having looked like she stepped into one of Dr. Whooves' time devices. Her new look had cut roughly fifteen years off her age. You swore you could already hear the ominous howls full of hatred from dermatologists in the distance.

She was already beautiful in the first place, but…what you were seeing at that moment, she only revealed to people she absolutely trusted.

Her tone of voice, her way of speaking, and her mannerisms had completely changed to match her well-hidden beauty. Cloudy's eyes gazed into yours seductively, the crow's feet she once sported having completely disappeared from her face.

“What do you say? Are you up for a little soak, Anon?” she whispered, putting one hand on her hip, swaying back and forth. Before you could even answer, she threw off her long black Maud-style frock, exposing her completely naked body to the light of the ceiling crystals.

“B-But, Cloudy-err, Mommy, didn’t you bring a-“ you stuttered, her toned, curvy midsection and legs pressing against you.

“A bathing suit? You KNOW we’re just gonna get rid of it anyway, Stud…” Cloudy said, her arms wrapping around your waist. Her sizable breasts, as curvy and youthful as ever, pushed up against your chest.

“No need to be so modest in here, that’s what I save…this…for, hun,” she said, quietly. To convince you, she slipped one of her feet out of her boots, pressing the bare sole down onto one of your shoes.

Halfway up your leg her foot travelled, to the point you nearly felt the warmth of her sole in…just the right area. You could feel it. The bottom of her foot didn’t feel rough, nor calloused. The skin was smooth, silky, well-kept. The exact opposite of what you would expect from one who worked with rocks.

“Now doesn’t that sound like fun?”

You caved in to her teasing, one hundred percent. Despite that fact, you did not act fast enough, so Pinkie’s secretly-sexy(er) mother decided not to wait any longer. She put her bare foot back down onto the grassy cave floor, undid the buttons on your shirt and your pants, pulling each article of clothing off you one at a time.

Cloudy slid off her other boot with a sultry smile on her face, sitting down on the nearby dock and beckoning you to come closer with a curl of her perfect gray toes. She was looking your nude form over like it was the highest-quality emerald on the market, and wasted no time in grabbing onto your leg.

You stumbled at her strong grip, falling straight into the crystal-clear water of the brilliantly lit cave-home. Immediately you felt the chill, squealing and surfacing as quickly as you could.

The rock-farmer giggled and immersed herself into the little lake with you, wrapping her arms around you. “Falling for me, Anon? Don’t worry, I get it.”

“G-Good lord, Cloudy, warn me next time you do that…” you said, teeth chattering slightly.

“Ohh, don’t be such a baby, Anon. Mommy’s here to warm you up,” she said, kissing your neck.

Admittedly, the warmth from her body was quickly acclimatising you to the water. Cloudy’s body pressing so tightly against you was putting ideas into your head, and the fact that she was running a finger down your chest certainly didn’t help…

She let go of you, kicking off into a backstroke. It was the lightest backstroke you had ever seen, her slick body peeking out of the water and reflecting the light of the crystals above. But what caught your attention even more was the subtle, deliberate movements of her legs.

Cloudy’s arms were doing the work for her little swim routine, so her legs could move…slower. And her bare feet. They were turned inwards, the curved arches rubbing up against one another halfway above the water. She then fully surfaced once again, her glorious-looking body sitting on top of one of the tiny waterfalls to the right side of the dock.

She crossed one leg over the other, resting her head in her hands as you swam over to follow her, to admire her a little more closely. “Come to have Mommy take good care of you, Anon? Maybe if you be a good boy and do your chores first…”

How this woman could flip a switch from ‘polite, insular retiree’ to ‘sexiest temptress in the world’ so quickly was beyond your meagre understanding.

“How about a little rub for Mommy first?” she said. She extended her curved, gray feet outwards, toes dipping below the water and splashing around a little. You grabbed onto them without any further hesitation, watching the ten digits curl as if to call to you.

And answer the call you did.

Cloudy let out a soft giggle as you pressed your thumbs into her soaked feet. You didn’t quite mean to tickle her, but her feet were much more like Pinkie Pie’s than they were like Maud’s. They were tender, sensitive. To be treated with care.

You slowed your pace, kneading both her soles at once, travelling upwards little by little. Cloudy then crossed her feet over one another, rubbing them together at the same time you treated them to their massage.

Your eyes travelled up her glorious body, eyes meeting her soft, playful smile. She continued to rub her feet together, side by side, scrunching her toes to tease you. You responded by gently pulling each of her flexible toes back and forth, relieving a tiny spot of tension each time.

“Wanna take a closer look?” Cloudy inquired, flipping her thick head of hair to the side, causing a few drops of water to hit your face.

“Oh, of QUARTZ I would…” you gasped, leaning your head closer to her soles. You were almost able to see your reflection in them, and you were starting to pick up their subtle, mine-like aroma.

“Say please, young man,” Cloudy giggled at your bad joke, while running her left big toe over her right sole, and vice versa.

“P-PLEASE can I-mmmph!” you were suddenly cut off by her slick, wet soles pressing onto your cheeks. The balls of her feet covered your eyes, and you could feel her toes gripping bits of your hair.

“That’s better. You’ve been a good boy. Go ahead, explore,” she cooed, her feet trailing up and down your face. Her dripping toes ran back and forth over your lips, practically begging you to taste them. And so you obliged.

Your lips wrapped tightly around her left big toe. Cloudy Quartz began to bite her lip as soon as your tongue began its work, slipping over every inch of the soaked digit. You could taste the extraordinarily clean mineral-water of the cave, as well as hints of a type of stone you weren’t an expert enough to identify.

You began to nibble the toe as well. Then you began to work on the second, and the third. By the fourth toe’s treatment, Cloudy had let out a few small giggles, her toes splaying in an attempt to keep herself calm. But you had grabbed onto her feet, holding them fast to continue hydrating yourself off her toes with as much ease as you could.

“Anohohon, be careful with Mommy’s feet, you don’t wanna tickle her TOO much!” she said.

In response, you let your lips off her smallest toe, and held her right foot as firmly as you could. With all your strength, you leaned down to her heel, and dragged your tongue up her dripping right sole. All the way from the heel, over the curvy soft arch, up to her big toe, you collected every drop of mineral water and tightly enveloped all five of her toes at once with your hungry lips.

“Ohhhh!!” she exclaimed, taken off guard by such a long, lustful lick. Her foot had mashed into your face for just a moment before she was able to calm down, much to your delight, before you were able to start lapping at her slender toes.

Cloudy Quartz’s giggling, the trembling of her feet in your hands, didn’t faze you in the slightest. No amount of pleading and laughter was going to stop you from enjoying the taste and texture of her motherly soles and toes to its fullest.

But you would find out promptly, something else certainly would.

Her messily-violated left foot slipped out of your weakened grip, due to your focus being put into slurping at her right foot. You felt goosebumps all over your body as the slick sole shakily ran down your chin, and over your chest and belly, before coming to rest atop your madly-throbbing cock just below the water.

You lost concentration on the shiny, appealing gray foot lodged in your mouth, jaw dropping and tongue slowing down its ferocious swirling around each toe, and at her upper foot.

“H-heheh…I’ll let you tickle Mommy a little later, o-ok? Let me take care of you first, like I promised…” she panted.

Looking at her blushing face, and her foot beginning to rub up and down your length, who were you to deny her request?

Cloudy’s giggly smile once again became more playful, her eyes going half lidded. Her left foot pressed down quite hard on your manhood, forcing a moan out of you. Despite your grip on her right foot weakening, your lips were able to meet her right sole in a long, lustful kiss. You tried to be as gentle as you could with her ticklish sole, but her toes were still involuntarily curling and pinching your nose.

“Mmmmhmhmhm, sweetie, that still tickles…” she said, biting her lip. Determined to keep going, however, you felt her big and second toes clench around the tip of your member, stroking up and down. The warm, sexy sole continued to pleasure your mid and lower length, forcing a long groan from you.

You felt her right foot finally pull out of the grasp of both your lips and your hands, trailing down your body in the same fashion as her left. Your face burned red as the bottoms of her shiny gray feet met around your cock, moving up and down smoothly and picking up the pace. You weren’t sure how much longer you could last, but you tried your best, for your precious Mommy.

She completely ruined you. And you couldn’t be happier.

Cloudy suddenly reached down, grabbing you by the side and pulling you to lean towards her. She didn’t stop pulling until your face was pressed up against her large, moistened breasts, and all you could see was black.

“That’s right, Anon, cum for Mommy,” she cooed, stroking your hair while you moaned loudly, muffled by your face buried in her chest. Her warm, dampened soles suddenly pressed much more tightly around your twitching cock, pulling it to stand up out of the water. Each foot began to slide up to your tip and down to your balls independently of one another, quickly and smoothly.

You couldn’t last a second longer, wrapping your arms around her body to press your face further into her chest. Your mind entered a state of bliss, as you let go of your pent up load. Each thick, white spurt had landed on Cloudy’s wonderfully soft feet, her skilled soles and curling toes each getting covered in your essence, all while she continued to run her feet up and down to ensure you were truly empty afterwards.

Cloudy sighed happily as her feet finally came to a stop, letting you up out of the blissful abyss of her chest. “Did Mommy take good care of you?”

“O-ooohh, that was…” you trailed off. You had no words to describe it properly. However, the words hung in the air regardless, spoken but unsaid.

Pinkie’s mom reached down to one of her feet, running the side of her finger along the bottom. She lifted the collected seed on her finger to her mouth, slowly, deliberately sucking it off, her tongue running over her lips in front of you.

That was enough to get you horny all over again.

Placing her white-splattered feet back in the water, Cloudy stood up and stretched, allowing you a full view of her gloriously curvy body. “Mmmm…I’m feeling a little dirty after that…I need a big, strong man to come help wash me off…”

With that, she began to sway her hips, winking at you as she waded through the water. She soon ended up under a small waterfall to the left of the dock, beckoning you over.

You didn’t need to be told twice. As quickly as you could get through the water, you stood behind your Mommy and placed your hands on her chest. She pushed her backside right up against your groin, giving you one last seductive smile.

“I hope you don’t have any plans, sweetie, Mommy needs you here to help for a while…”

It was due to be quite a long shower, and you were more than ready to get clean. Or dirty.

Either way, you weren’t going anywhere.

Author's Note

I don't know who decided Pinkie's mom could flip her hair and lose a decade and a half of aging, but whoever it is, thanks. You wrecked me for life. Also, remember to drink plenty of mineral water. Hydration is the most important thing.

Which mother wrecked yours? Which of the six corrupted you? Let me know!