The Sock Thief

One thing the Fairy Tail Guild was good at was kicking ass against the forces of evil. But what they were known for was their guild parties. Everyone knew they went a little crazy during their parties, and some of their stories even made the papers. One of which was about a legend known as "The Sock Thief". Most people believed it to be tabloid rumors, but the poor victims of the thief could tell you otherwise. It first happened to Cana. Being one of the heaviest drinkers in the guild, she was no stranger to passing out then waking up in strange situations. One morning, though, she was in her own bedroom, but woke up with her socks stolen and her feet wet. Then it was Mirajane. She was generally considered a lightweight, so it didn't take much for her to pass out. When she woke up one morning, same thing...her socks stolen, her feet wet, and not a clue as to who the Sock Thief is.

And tonight, Erza would soon fall victim.

The Guildmembers started making their way home (assuming they weren't crashing at the main building). Lucy, no matter how much or how little she drank, always seemed to leave relatively sober in comparison to the others. Tonight, that could not be more evident than how she was taking Erza back to her place to crash.

Earlier, Erza stumbled into Lucy while leaving HQ. The girl had been adamantly against wearing her maid outfit before she went to the party. Now, after doing several shots, she wore it like a badge of honor. Actually, the strap on her right shoulder had come loose, so technically she wasn't fully wearing it.

"Y-You, you saw me outdrink them all, right Lushy?" Erza said, "Even Cana co-couldn't beat me!"

"That...was surprising," Lucy replied, "You sure you're good to get yourself home?"

Lucy had a feeling she knew the answer, but wanted to see how far gone Erza was.

"I-I'm good," Erza slurred.

Erza then fell on her hands, attempting to get up every time. She only succeeded at falling back down. Lucy knelt down and wrapped Erza's arms around her shoulders, then proceeded to lift her up by grabbing under her thighs, then started walking away from HQ.

"Fine, you're crashing at my place tonight," Lucy said.

"Aww, thanks Lushy," Erza said, "You're amazingggg...."

Erza was being piggybacked all the way to Lucy's apartment, mumbling incoherently the entire time. Lucy could feel Erza's warm breath against her neck, and could slightly smell the liquor that came with it.

"Y-You wear such nice perfume, Lushy," Erza slurred, "You smell like vanilla."

"Uh, thanks," Lucy said.

Man, Lucy thought, She must really be drunk. Even when I wear perfume she never compliments me on it.

Fortunately for the Celestial Mage, she was nearing her apartment. Every step up closer meant that much more relief on her back, particularly now that Erza was basically dead weight now. The mighty warrior had passed out drunk and was snoring into Lucy's shoulder.

"Well, at least she won't babble like an idiot," Lucy said, using a spare hand unlock her door.

Making her way through the living area, Lucy kicked open her bedroom door and dropped Erza's unconscious body onto her bed. Erza's arms were spread out, and her lips were slightly parched, but with some drool coming out from the side of her mouth. Her legs were parallel to each other on the bed, but her boot-clad feet were dangling over the edge of the bed.

"Now the fun begins," Lucy chuckled.

Tonight, she was not innocent, simple-minded Lucy Heartfilia. Tonight, she was the Sock Thief, and she had her prey. Lucy literally crawled towards the pair of booted feet limply dangling off the bed. She unclipped the straps on the boots and slowly pulled them off, revealing black socks that already gave off a strong smell. Lucy tossed the boots aside and stuck her nose up to Erza's socked feet, inhaling deeply enough her chest puffed up with the foot fumes.

After exhaling, Lucy pulled at the tip of Erza's left sock and started pulling it off. She could tell from the moisture that some of Erza's foot sweat seeped into the fabric of her socks, enthralling Lucy even more. Lucy internally jumped for joy when Erza's heel was visible, donning a slight blush of red. Now it was pulled off enough to reveal the arch of her foot, which already appeared soft to the touch judging by lack of dead skin. Then Lucy was practically drooling when she finally pulled the full sock off, gradually revealing Erza's long, yet slightly plump toes. To her own surprise, her toenails were painted a dark shade of red, only slightly darker than her hair color, with just a slight peeling near the edge of her big toe, exposing only a small bit of the natural toenail.

Rather than pull off the other sock, Lucy bit the top with her teeth, pulling it off like a dog. Part of the sweaty sock taste got onto her tongue, but she paid it no mind as she spat it out next to the other sock. Planting the socks in her own pockets, Lucy grabbed both feet and placed her nose right up on Erza's toes. Lucy felt herself getting wet from the stinky odor coming from in between the toes as well as underneath the toenails. Given her athletic nature, Erza did not usually put much thought into foot hygiene, so adding how long she wore her boots and socks, the rank odor was perfect for Lucy.

"Oh, yes," Lucy said, "This might be my best caper yet."

While Lucy's nose traversed in between Erza's toes, her tongue had left her mouth and licked her heel. Like she knew before, Erza was pretty athletic, so Lucy was more than surprised that the heel was so soft. Pleasantly surprised, but surprised nonetheless. It didn't taste too bad either, just slightly salty from the sweat. It had more of a corny taste that blended just right with her taste buds, and not simply because Lucy frequently enjoyed a side of corn. Her foot fetish, or rather being able to satisfy it again, was what made her so euphoric. After basically covering her soles in saliva, Lucy put Erza's big toe in her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop, sucking out every drop of sweat. She did the same for every other toe before shoving multiple toes into her mouth while digging her thumbs into her soles. Lucy's mouth was widened with the sheer amount of toes in her mouth, giving her a goofy, yet content, look on her face, that of a wide grin and droopy eyes, completely mesmerized by the taste of Erza's toes.

After about five or ten minutes of this kind of foot worship, Lucy finally pulled out, losing the high that came with it. By now, Erza's feet were completely soaked in Lucy's saliva, some of which was actually dripping onto the wooden floor from her pinky toe. That, and Erza started adjusting herself a bit. Lucy feared the red-haired beauty might have already slept off the alcohol, but then a loud snore, followed by smaller but longer ones, told her she wouldn't be waking up.

"Whew, that was quite a trip," Lucy said.

Lucy got up to make off with Erza's stinky, sweaty socks, but noticed the window was closed...meaning when Erza woke up and wondered why her feet were wet, she might figure out she was the Sock Thief. So doing the smart thing, she opened up the window before leaving, letting Erza sleep peacefully for the rest of the night.

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Erza could feel her head pounding when she woke up the next morning. She loathed being talked into drinking contests, no matter how many times she won. At least she didn't throw up this time. But that didn't make the hangover any more comfortable. Erza rubbed her forehead and stretched out her toes, which she just now realized were unusually wet.

"Why...why are my feet so..."

She saw she was barefoot, unlike how she went into the party. Then she saw the window open. And she put two and two together.

"Oh son of a..."