Now with an ally in the form of Scootaloo, Cherish has access to six pairs of tasty soles. |
âAnd there.â At long last, the final file was sent. Cherish had pulled an all-nighter to properly compress and send these files to the girl that craved them. While he was lucky that she didnât rat him out, by giving them to her, he added more risk to getting caught. After all, what if someone magically intercepted the transmission and received evidence of his wrongdoings? But what was done was done. Pondering over hypotheticals wouldnât save him from consequences. The boy could only cross his fingers and hope nobody else was suspicious of him. â ONE MONTH LATER â âYou really canât choose a better spot to go to, huh?â âEvery now and then, itâs smarter to go for convenience over extravagance.â Sweetie Belle slumped in her seat. With another one of Rarityâs business trips in progress, she was taken for the ride. Too bad that leaving Canterlot didnât rid her of her homework. Since Rarity decided to update her last minute, the girl had her head down, trying to carefully write answers on her paper. Easier said than done. Not only was the van shaking and wobbling through a heavy thunderstorm, but the radioâs volume was cranked to eleven. Even if it didnât reach Sweetieâs ears, distractions manifested in another way. âHey, look at my toes.â Who all accompanied the white-skinned sisters on this trip? Starting in the back, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo flanked Sweetie on both sides. One girl was sleeping like an angel, bundled up in the corner of the van. Meanwhile, the other wouldnât stop rubbing her toes on Sweetieâs leg. Further up sat Applejack and Rainbow Dash, their sisters respectively. Only here because Rarity wanted to do some shopping with them later on. So, six people would have to cram into one hotel room with only two beds. As if Sweetie needed any more stress, knowing sheâd be forced to share the bed with Scootaloo violating her. âPlease stop,â she whispered, not wanting to draw attention to the adults. âNo.â Scootalooâs smile widened. She continued to rub her greasy toes on Sweetieâs nyloned legs. âIâm just massaging you.â âIâm good. I really donât need one from you.â âSure, but youâll take another one from the boy when we get there, huh?â âHe actually knows how to massage my feet. And heâs not inappropriately touching me like youâre doing right now.â âFine, Iâll stop.â SMOOCH! âLove you.â Leaving Sweetie with a disgusted expression, Scootaloo returned to her phone. For the next hour of this two-hour ride, she was observing various pairs of feet getting soaked in a white substance. Though each video concluded the same way, the journey made them quite interesting. Hearing the women talk so casually as a guy fondled their feet. Theorising how the women never caught onto the weird way his massage tool felt. While the others in this rented van were either exhausted or irritated, Scootaloo moaned in her seat. If not for the rain and radio, everyone would have had their eyes on her. Once inside the properly air-conditioned building, the girls collapsed onto the floor, waiting for Rarity to finish arrangements. Groggy Apple Bloom hardly remembered the drive to the place. âWhatâs so bad about it?â She looked around the carpeted lobby. âItâs a step up from any motel out there.â âItâs just kinda in the middle of nowhere. Super open places are uncomfortable.â Sweetie dangled her flats, hoping that it would speed time up in some way. âTrue, but not allâs bad,â Scootaloo said. âYour feet hurt, Apple Bloom?â Bloom rubbed her boots. âA little cramped, thatâs all.â âGood enough answer. This hotelâs got something youâll love. Isnât that right, Sweetie Belle?â âHere she comes.â The girl pointed to her sister. Rarity handed them each a tiny room card. After tossing their bags onto a cart, the six squeezed into the tight elevator car. Two dings later, the doors to the third floor finally opened. But Scootaloo had already sprinted down the hall before anyone else left the box. The girl slammed her card against the door handle, then let herself in once the green light gave permission. âYep, this seems familiar.â Two beds, limited space, this was definitely the same hotel sheâd visited a month prior. However, Scootalooâs excited attitude slowly switched to concern. This layout may have worked for two or three people, but six guests were bundled up in here. Even with Rarity at a meeting tomorrow, what would she do about Applejack and Rainbow Dash roaming the place? After all, nobody was tied to a leash. âWell, Iâll be damned. I know you said cheap, but I ainât think you meant dirt cheap,â Applejack said, chucking her suitcase into a corner. âNevertheless, an improvement from your farm, wouldnât you agree, dear?â Rarity undid her elegant heels. âItâll only be three days. Two if weâre being honest.â âAll this open space is good for getting a sprint in,â Rainbow Dash added, kicking off her high-top sneaker with enough force to send it into the A/C unit. âYouâve got all day tomorrow to run to your heartâs content. Heck, a certain somebody could use the exercise, couldnât she?â Sweetie stopped in the middle of her soda-pouring. âExercise is bad.â Rainbow chuckled with her friends. âYou donât have P.E., thatâs right. Iâm gonna make you sweat yet.â While Sweetie poured people drinks, simultaneously whining that she was indeed healthy, Scootaloo dug into her backpack. I put them somewhere, she thought. Bingo! A pack of pills. The girl ripped five of them out of their packaging, then waltzed over to the counter. As six cups were filled with fizzling soda, the orange girl smirked. Sweetie couldnât have chosen a better drink for the occasion. While she protested needing to exercise, Scootaloo slipped one pill in each cup, save for her own. âYou better take your cup before I do.â Scootaloo chugged down her uncorrupted liquid. Sweetie snatched the plastic. âGosh, my stuff is never safe around you.â âAinât my fault youâre too slow.â Within minutes, everyone had taken at least a sip of their soda. Scootaloo licked her lips in anticipation for what was coming. In a while, she could reveal her deviant side. Rainbow stretched her back. âMan, my feet stink or what?â âDidnât need to be said,â Rarity remarked. âThey make sure to alert others of their presence.â âI wouldnât have skipped my socks if someone wasnât screaming over the phone this morning like an emergency.â Applejack held her feet up. âBarefooting it on this trip. Left the boots back home.â Whereas Rainbowâs blue soles were covered in sweat, Applejackâs soles were caked in dirt from heel to toe. Some of it chunky, but most of it flat and burnt into her foot. Yet unlike both of them, Rarityâs feet were as pristine as a mannequinâs. The fashion expert scoffed at her friends, showing off her fabulously-painted toenails. Each digit was topped with a thick coat of violet, and both second toes sported golden toe rings. âShow-off.â Rainbow tried to rub her feet against Rarityâs. âHere, thisâll get you more in line with us.â âEw! Forgive me for keeping my feet clean,â she chuckled, now defending herself from both Applejack and Rainbow. âYou two are so mean.â âCome on, theyâre just feet. They donât gotta look that great.â Applejack wiped her sole on Rainbowâs foot. These threeâs relationship with foot stuff was similarly reflected amongst their younger sisters. Whereas Bloom and Scootaloo had no issues looking at or smelling a pair of unclean feet, Sweetie was the killjoy. While seated at the table, Scootaloo returned to touching her again. This time, the action occurred underneath the cloth, obscuring their feet from the adults. A visually uncomfortable Sweetie finished the last of her soda, working to finish her homework before the night concluded. Unfortunately, Scootalooâs game of footsies prevented Sweetie from figuring out if âlike a stormâ was a metaphor or simile. Aside from the older sisters, the only reason Sweetie didnât lunge at Scootaloo was due to her nylons. She at least knew that her bare feet werenât getting dirtied by Scootalooâs grimy toes. With a loud burp, Bloom rose from the table. âIâm fixinâ to shower.â âAlready?â Scootaloo also rose. âYou donât wanna wait until itâs done raining?â âDo you not smell my feet?â âKinda hard when we got Rainbow over there.â Scootaloo waved to her guardian in a cheeky fashion. âItâs almost seven right now. Iâll see what they have to eat down there.â Bloom shrugged. âDonât see why that stops me from showering.â âJust donât yet.â SMOOCH! Kissing either of her friends on the cheek filled Scootaloo with a wave of giddiness, especially when others were watching. The girl especially got a kick out of seeing Sweetieâs face of pure sickness. She grabbed a few dollars out her bookbag and jammed them in her pocket, then announced she was leaving. âWell thank you,â Rarity said. âMake sure you bring enough for us all to eat, and not just yourself.â âBring stuff just for myself, got it.â Instead of rushing to the bottom floor, however, Scootaloo ascended the stairs to the uppermost floor. There, she cut across a four-way hall, finally ending up at room 806. The sandals on her orange feet slapped louder the closer she got to the door. âHave I got a surprise for you.â Knock, knock, knock! Just as the boy prepared to compress another video, he heard the knocking at his door. Hiding the laptop and the phone under a blanket, the peach-skinned lad prepared for the police to be waiting for him. At least he had fun in his short life. But when he looked out the peephole, all his worries vaporised. âYou know, I get nervous every time someone comes looking for me now,â he said, letting Scootaloo in. âUnsurprising when youâre breaking the law.â She shut the door and stood on Cherishâs socked feet. So used to seeing only his penis in videos, Scootaloo had forgotten just how cute this older boy was. Before saying another word, she poked every freckle on his face like a curious child, then burst into laughter. Considering his vulnerability, Cherish didnât reject any of Scootalooâs touches. Even as she transitioned into stroking his sides, she had the boy in a corner. All that evidence of a crime sent to her phone, and she could easily report it at any moment⌠âHow have you been?â he asked, receiving a flurry of wet kisses from her. âThose videos are addictive. How many more you got?â âMaybe ten more.â âExpect to have three more by the end of Sunday. But firstâŚâ Laying on his soft bed, Scootaloo snapped her fingers. âMy feet want some lip service.â First, he gave them a quick massage with his hands; touching Scootalooâs tender arches was every bit as great as it was before. Once finished with that, Cherish shoved his nose between Scootalooâs toes. Sniff! Sniff! Perhaps a touch smellier than the last time. Cherish sniffed so powerfully that bits of foot grime took a ride up his nostrils. But now that heâd gotten his fill on Scootalooâs odour, he could open his mouth. Mmm⌠The foot entered like a snake, wriggling back and forth until most the toes danced on his tongue. Once inside, Cherish sucked on the damp digits, lightly moaning. âHereâs the thing,â Scootaloo began, spreading her jammy toes so the boy could floss between them. âThere are six of us on this stay, and weâll be here until Sunday. So, youâre gonna have to break your massages up into chunks. Unless you got six blindfolds lying around.â âHowâs that gonna work?â âSaturday, you can go for me and Sweetieâs feet again. Weâve also got our friend, Apple Bloom. So you get to fuck three pairs of feet tomorrow if youâre lucky.â Cherishâs eyes widened. Two was already pushing the limits, but three was the absolute maximum. At least he already had four blindfolds since they came in a pack, although heâd still need to maintain caution. What if this Apple Bloom girl was smarter than Sweetie? If she could recognise the goo heâd squirt onto her feet, perhaps sheâd go straight to the cops. âI like the sound of that,â he said, spitting out Scootalooâs toes to lick her cheesy soles. âBut Iâd rather not risk it.â âIâll handle it. Believe me, Iâm like the big sister of the group. And as for Sunday, our actual sisters are gonna be shopping all day. So, theyâll come back at night, and you can imagine how badly their feet will ache. Especially since Sweetieâs sister loves flaunting her high heels.â Cherish swallowed the sweat. âAnd what about your friends?â âIâm gonnaââ Scootaloo froze. If Rarity, Applejack and Rainbow were to return in the evening, where would the younger girls go? âIâll think about it. Thisâll be a bit harder.â âWell, I welcome at least massaging three girls at once.â âYou love licking feet, donât you?â Scootaloo wiggled her toes before the boyâs face, causing him to lick along the side of her foot. Then when he nibbled on her big toe, she jumped up in ecstasy. Slumping deeper into the pillows, Scootaloo moaned. But she couldnât abandon the mission. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Her wet foot got Cherishâs attention again. âYes, they taste good. Yours do.â âLook, in case Sunday plans fail, nowâs your chance to worship five pairs of feet in a row. Five of âem.â âThat is a shortcut to losing my job,â he said. âOne of them would report me.â âOh, not if I slipped something in their drinks to knock them out. Something Iâve done before to successful degrees.â Cherish bit his lip. If she was telling the truth, then heâd have access to no less than ten feet. Twelve if Scootaloo included herself. Before he could say anything, the girl shushed him with her big toe. âTwo hours. Maybe make it one to increase our chances of getting away with it.â The boy smooched her toe, then backed up. âIs the clock ticking?â âMmm-hmm.â Back in the girlsâ room, each was laid out. The adults were squished on one bed, Sweetie was spread like a starfish on the other, and Bloom was dead on the floor. The sight of these drugged females put a smile on Scootalooâs face, especially as her eyes bounced from one pair of feet to the next. Meanwhile, Cherish scratched his head. âYou know we have bigger rooms, right?â âThis wasnât my decision.â Scootaloo snatched his phone, searching for something to set it on. âSome people love to be cheap whenever possible. Myself included.â Before finding a spot to put the phone, she asked Cherish which girl he wanted to play with first. He put a finger on his chin. As much as he wanted to finally taste Sweetieâs soles, perhaps saving the best for last wouldâve been smarter. The adults could wait, too. Sleeping pills were likelier to keep them unconscious for a little longer, and adults didnât like waking up anyway. So, that left him with one choice. âSheâs cute,â he said, pointing at the yellow-skinned girl. âApple Bloom. Whyâd I know youâd go for her?â On the floor, a wave of stench struck the two in the face. Apple Bloomâs striped socks were filthier than a pig, and they smelt like a bag of stale vinegar chips. If one looked at her boots only, theyâd get the impression that her socks would be just as clean. Scootaloo put the phone on a chair and immediately pushed her nose into Bloomâs left foot. SNIFF! âOh yeah⌠MmmâŚâ She continued to smell, leaving Cherish dumbfounded. âYou gonna join, stupid?â âSorry. I just wasnât expecting you to participate.â âIf I like getting my feet played with, it just makes sense to like playing with others.â While Scootaloo smelt and licked Bloomâs socked foot, Cherish grabbed her right one. Dark spots covered the red and white fabric, making him believe her feet were dry. Quickly, reality proved different, as the area under her toes was damp. It was as if sheâd failed to fully dry her feet. Fortunately for Bloom, and more for Cherish, sweatiness was to be appreciated. Since the stink was already in the air, what use was there in smelling her feet further? Cherish desired to taste her feet, and so he stuck out his tongue. Slurp⌠Slurp⌠âFirst time licking a sock,â he said, feeling the tiny hairs on his tongue. âHow is it?â Scootaloo sucked her friendâs toes, moaning. âWell, for a sockâŚâ Cherish nodded, giving a thumbs-up. Though Bloomâs sock wasnât some well-cooked meal, something about its properties clicked with Cherish. It had the right amount of spice, the right amount of heat. It was a perfect appetiser to the true dish these teens were in for. Scootaloo tugged the left sock with her teeth, and Cherish, not wanting to be upped by her, followed suit. With a long stretch⌠POP! The socks came off, introducing another heat blast to the room. Scootaloo plugged her nose, chuckling while choking for some clean air. âMan, I forget how bad her feet can get. Iâm a little jealous that they can get worse than mine.â Bloomâs feet had soft blushes, faintly glistening against the warm lamp lights. Complementing her warm skin tone was a red coat of nail polish across all ten of her toes. Even though her feet produced quite a stink cloud, they were perhaps the smallest that Cherish had seen in this hotel up close. Of the girls, Scootalooâs feet were giant, Sweetieâs were average, and Bloom was like a little kid. Okay, a bit larger than that. âSheâs probably got the cutest feet of you three,â he said, giving Scootalooâs foot a little tickle. âHmm⌠But are mine the hottest in your opinion?â âYes. You have model-worthy feet, honestly.â She put a hand on her cheek. âAw. You must be happy youâll get to suck on them this whole weekend then, huh?â âI am.â He put Bloomâs foot against his face. âBut letâs focus on her first.â The girlâs smooth, wet texture was mesmerising. And when enough sweat had seeped into Cherishâs face, the boy opened his mouth. From top to bottom, then back up to the toes⌠After repeating this twice, his tongue glided along Bloomâs sole. They may not have been a grime kingdom like Scootalooâs typically were, but they still left Cherish with a buttery goodness. To his amusement, the heaps of sweat made licking easier. With little resistance, the boy transitioned into licking between her clammy toes. Searching for the remaining sweat, his eyes widened as he felt a pool of the salty substance. âMmm⌠Tastes better than the water at this place.â Scootaloo giggled. âWhat do you like about her feet so far?â âThey stink. Theyâre sweaty,â he moaned, making Scootaloo laugh harder. âIâm glad youâre not a clean feet nerd. You like âem about as vile as they come.â âFeet of all kinds are special.â He gave the top of Bloomâs toes individual kisses before sucking her big one. Then, as if instinctual, he drove the other toes into his mouth. And boy, did they fit ever so snugly. When he popped them out, he saw Scootaloo licking underneath Bloomâs arch. Cherish did the same, noting how the girlâs feet were nicely curved. Compared to Scootalooâs, Bloomâs arches couldnât compare. Nevertheless, her feet were a long way from being flat. Cherish worked his way down the foot, where he could suck on the heel for a little while. Just like the toes, it fit in his mouth like a perfect fruit. And was about as juicy. Feet as juicy as an apple yet as rancid as a durian. It created an interesting experience, to say the least. âOkay, Iâm done,â he said, gasping for air and wiping Bloomâs sole. âHer feet are gonna make me unconscious.â Scootaloo retracted her tongue from between her friendâs toes. âWow⌠You might need a cooldown break after all this stinkiness. Iâd recommend Rarityâs feet. Sweetieâs older sister, the reason weâre even here again.â Along with repositioning the phone, she pulled him to the bed of adults. Rarity lay in the middle, with Applejack on the left and Rainbow Dash on the right. Unlike Bloom, all of them slept barefoot. âHer feet look just like Sweetie Belleâs,â Cherish remarked. His description wasnât too far from the truth. Rarityâs feet were like Sweetieâs if theyâd matured into mid-late 20s. Rather than being average in size, these feet were close to eclipsing Cherishâs hair. Instead of having no wrinkles, a few wrinkles could be spotted under the arch. Lastly, just like many women, it was against the law to go without some form of jewellery. In Rarityâs case, a golden toe ring wrapped around her second toe, giving her right foot that extra dash of elegance. Or pretentiousness. âLadyâs a stickler for cleanliness,â Scootaloo said. âShe finds so much as a strand of hair on her feet and sheâs jittery.â âThen letâs make sure to dry them before leaving,â Cherish said. âEveryoneâs feet seem to be unique here.â âWeâre not the same people. Whatâd you expect? Thatâs kinda what makes feet cool.â Like a dog off its leash, Scootaloo started to slobber on Rarityâs sole. Her volume was so loud that people in the halls would hear her eventually, causing Cherish to tap her shoulders. âWeâre trying not to get caught, right?â âTheyâll just think someoneâs getting sucked off in here. Donât stress about it. Get loud yourself.â âEhâŚâ Cherish followed her example, although made sure to keep his volume to a minimum. He lightly rubbed his tongue across Rarityâs long toes. They had a plain flavour, yet their softness was something else. Just like her younger sister, Rarity had very supple soles. Only they had a bit more firmness, likely due to her age. Regardless, the sheer sensation made Cherish hang around that area for a solid minute. Back and forth, back and forth. After drenching the toes a second time, he slid them into his mouth. âSuck it. Suck it, foot boy,â Scootaloo encouraged, grabbing to phone to zoom on his face. âIs it making you horny?â âIt is,â he whispered, jamming his tongue between Rarityâs sleepy toes before travelling to her heel. The more he wet her foot, the harder he got. Even harder than when he inhaled Bloomâs foot aroma. Despite the lack of any particular taste, Rarityâs foot had him addicted. The boy reached over to plant kisses on the tops of both feet now. The soles received a similar treatment, receiving kisses until Cherish stopped at the heels. There, he took the time to sniff them. âŚNothing uniquely foot-related manifested. However, at least there was a nice lotion smell. Upon noting this, he made Scootaloo roll her eyes. âWhereâs the joy in smelling feet if they smell like body products the whole time?â She pointed to Applejack. âNow, I know sheâs got absolutely nothing lingering on her feet. Wanna give her a try?â Cherish smelt Rarityâs soles for a few more seconds, then nodded. Once he gave each foot a final kiss, he shuffled over to the orange adult. âWhoa.â Applejackâs feet were gigantic, probably the biggest in the room. So big that they dwarfed Cherishâs head by leaps and bounds. Additionally, they boasted more wrinkles than Rarity. All of this wouldâve been intimidating by itself, but the cherry on top was the heavy dirt baked into her soles. A brownish-black mixture of filth left the womanâs feet soiled beyond repair. Cherish grabbed his stomach. Would he be able to handle this? When he glanced at Scootaloo, she slowly licked her lips. âDonât tell me you canât handle this.â âItâs just⌠Thatâs a lot of dirt.â âHehehe. Sounds nice to me. Maybe Iâll give you the honour of licking them both clean.â âWhat!?â Without warning, Scootaloo grabbed the boyâs head and shoved him into Applejackâs right sole. The arch curved perfectly over him, and as his eyes were wide open, he got an even closer inspection of the task that lay ahead. Not only were Applejackâs feet stained with filth, but there were also tons of little sand bits clinging to her soles. And the further up one looked, the more theyâd discover. Much of this sat on and between her humongous toes. While this would be horrific for anybody, Cherish knew first-hand how clean the hotel was. And so, his lips quivered at the thought of this dirt entering his mouth. Yet Scootaloo refused to let go. Her arm strength was beyond impressive, so Cherish would have a hard time escaping the wrath of Applejackâs soles. âYou gotta start licking,â she said, making slurping noises. âI donât think I can handle this.â He tried to back up, receiving a push forward in retaliation. âThen we can forget about you getting Sweetieâs feet in your mouth.â ââŚWeâll see.â The amount of courage needed to go through with this could weigh down a boat. But missing the chance to taste Sweetieâs feet, possibly the only chance, wasnât an option for Cherish. He set his tongue on Applejackâs heel. After a shiver travelled up his spine, he slowly ascended the large foot. While the dirt didnât make itself known at first, it only took two inches for its flavour to stain Cherishâs tongue. Salty? No, sour. Never would Cherish have guessed that grime could taste as sour as a lemon candy, and even more uncovered mysteries awaited him. Scootaloo snickered during the entire ascent. âLooks delicious down there.â If the heel and middle sole of Applejackâs foot was sour, then the upper half was Salt City. Cherish initially smirked that his prediction came true. Yet a filth avalanche tumbling into his mouth turned that smile into a frown. Above, Scootaloo was wiggling the adultâs toes, forcing the dirt to rain. And to his dismay, Cherishâs mouth wasnât wide enough to store all this muck. It needed to go, one way or another. The blackish grime started to leak out his lips. GULP! The boyâs face went flush. But he managed to successfully reach the toes, now sweeping his tongue back and forth underneath them. âSSH!â Scootaloo paused him, causing Cherish to stand still with his tongue in between Applejackâs dry toes. His heart exploded when hearing Applejack murmur. Right next to him, Scootalooâs pupils shrunk, and a series of excuses began to flow through her mind. Unexpectedly, Applejack flipped onto her side, continuing to mumble. âWhatâs wrong?â Scootaloo whispered, noticing Cherish covering his mouth. âMmm⌠Mmm!â âWhat?â How was Cherish going to tell her that his mouth was again full? Applejackâs squirming had caused a mass of thicker grime to pool onto his tongue, and unlike the plain dirt, this stuff was blazingly hot. It was as if Applejack decided to dip her chunky toe gunk in hot sauce, then Cherish, like a moron, ate it as dinner. âYou got something in your mouth, swallow.â Scootaloo let go of his head, praying a mess wouldnât happen on Applejackâs feet. Swishing it in his mouth, Cherish tried to swallow this vile grime. Five times later, he grabbed Scootalooâs shoulders, desperately trying to convey to her the difficulty. The girl stood in disbelief, though she knew how to get this done and over with silently. âHere.â Locking their lips, she pried Cherishâs mouth open with her tongue. Down came the dirt; like hot oatmeal, it raced down Scootalooâs throat, leaving a pungent aftertaste as she pulled back. âThat was bad,â the boy remarked, wiping his lips. âBut now her footâs a lot cleaner. Go suck it until itâs sparkly.â âAnd if I donât, her feet are off-limits, right?â he asked, referring to Sweetie. Scootaloo nodded, shifting to keep an eye on Applejackâs face in case the woman was to spring to action. But Cherish crouched below her foot again, fixing the heel into his mouth. If it wasnât so meaty, heâd have gotten it in after the third attempt. Fortunately, licking this foot was now like tasting Rarityâs. Its flavour dropped in uniqueness, but at least his tongue didnât feel violated. Especially when going between the toes, Cherish moaned like he was born to. Exploring these velvety areas put an even stronger blush on his face. The more he licked, the more he lightly touched himself through his pants. Applejackâs foot may have been rough to the touch, but this property piqued Cherishâs curiosity more than the others with their silky-smooth feet. It made for an interesting journey up and down the foot. Whereas a trip across Apple Bloomâs foot was like driving on a fresh road, taking the long haul on Applejackâs foot was a true country experience. Bumps and grooves at every turn, a dryness that perfectly represented the blistering air, and the occasional dirt particle that entered his mouth like a bug. âMmm⌠This is not badâŚâ he mumbled, kissing the big toe. âI knew youâd come around. Whose feet would you rank as the best so far?â âProbablyââ âHold up, letâs save that question for the end.â Scootaloo dragged the boy away from the big-footed beauty. âOnce we get over the Rainbow, youâll land back at Sweetie.â The contrast between Applejackâs feet and Rainbow Dashâs couldnât be greater. Believe it or not, their only strong similarity was their massive size. Otherwise, if Applejackâs feet were as arid and country as they came, Rainbowâs represented another type of hot climate. Her feet were so hot that sweat continually dripped from them. âYou know when you have a full water bottle, and itâs all cold? Then you leave it on the counter, and it keeps dripping for some reason?â Cherish let his finger disappear into the mass of Rainbowâs blue sole. Scootaloo, in a burst of energy, rubbed her head against Rainbowâs drenched foot. With a long moan, the girl started to slurp on her guardianâs painted toes. Until she felt a twitch in her mouth, she wouldnât dare separate herself from this foot. âHer feet have two settings,â she panted. âThereâs clean, and then thereâs super ultra hyper killer sweaty. You feel which one sheâs on today?â SLURP! Taking after Scootaloo, Cherish instantly aimed for Rainbowâs toes. First, he hungrily tracked down the sweat pooled between them. The boyâs eyes widened upon realising how rich and plentiful the salty substance was. For minutes, Cherish played with the sweat around the toes and inside his mouth. It was four times more flavourful than Bloomâs, containing a nice hint of sweetness in addition to this bitterness. When the time came to swallow, a twinge of guilt hit the boy. âWish I savoured it longer.â His tongue danced across every digit, granting him more access to this magical liquid. Next to him, Scootaloo made out with the athleteâs powerful sole. She twisted her head from side to side, seeing how deeply she could plant a kiss into Rainbow. After focusing on the toes, she descended to the ball of the foot. Like warm candy, she sucked on it, considering herself lucky that itâd never shrink in her mouth. Rainbowâs arches were among the best in this room, another trait she shared with Applejack. They curved a tad differently, yet both feet were able to comfortably cover Cherishâs and Scootalooâs faces. âShe has no idea Iâve sucked her toes before.â Scootaloo held Cherishâs hand. âTo catch her before a shower is rare but awesome.â âHer shoes must smell awful. Wow.â Being so close to Rainbowâs feet finally let the smell sink in. Without a doubt, it was stronger than Bloomâs scent. Almost too strong, as Cherish felt like his nose was ready to jump off. SNIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF! âFuck yeahâŚâ Scootalooâs eye twitched. âYou ever got off to smelling someoneâs shoes?â âNo. Iâd be too scared of getting caught.â âIâve made off with a couple of shoes ânâ socks. Rainbowâs have made me finish quickest, so thatâll give you an idea how great they are.â âThey smell like vinegar,â he remarked, his nose brushing against the runnerâs soft pads. As vile as the odour was, it made Cherishâs cock stiffer than a building. He kept touching himself, waiting for the moment where he could just release all these good emotions. But before then, a special idea popped in his head for polishing Rainbowâs feet. Scootalooâs gripping of his hand put all his attention onto her. âWhat are you doing?â she asked, noting how Cherish slowly got onto the bed. The boy was extra careful not to land on one of their legs. After positioning his mouth on the top of Rainbowâs foot, he smiled. âLetâs lick together.â Scootaloo dropped everything and went to the same licked foot, sticking her tongue out as quick as she could. In seconds, she and Cherish shared one of the most awkward teenage kisses to ever occur. As their tongues wrestled, Rainbowâs toes served as a barrier. So not only did they get a taste of what they had for lunch, but they got to experience the joy of Rainbowâs smelly toes in unison. When Scootaloo sucked the big toe, Cherish would push his lips against hers. And if Cherish flicked his tongue on the tops of the toes, Scootaloo would tickle the bottom of his tongue by crossing between the toes. All this set Cherishâs cock on fire. It wanted to orgasm so badly, Cherish made no effort to hide his frantic stroking. âOohâŚâ Scootaloo put a finger on her lip, watching the boy masturbate before her very eyes. âThatâs hot. But you probably wanna save that for later if you know what I mean.â She then took another lick up the side of Rainbowâs foot before looking elsewhere. At this point, the two had spent at least 40 minutes playing with several sleeping feet. Bloomâs were regularly sweaty, Rarityâs were pristine, Applejackâs were filthy, and Rainbowâs were ultra sweaty. âThink youâre ready for the finale?â âYep.â Cherish gave Scootaloo a big, wet kiss on her lips, then confidently approached the last challenge. Sweetie Belle slept like an angel, hogging a bed all to herself. Her legs were spread far enough that it was as if she wanted two individuals to lick her feet. Cherish would tackle her right foot, and Scootaloo would play with her left. âFitting that sheâs got nylons,â Cherish said. âConsidering we started with a girl who also had her feet covered up.â âI hate these things. Always burning up my legs whenever I wear them.â âTheyâre nice to look at, though. Girls seem to like discomfort if it makes them look good.â Scootaloo put up her finger, but quickly cut herself off. âAnd Iâll take the extra heat if it means what I think it does.â Positioning his nose under Sweetieâs toes, Cherish inhaled for six uninterrupted seconds. The warm air had a touch of everything. First, Sweetieâs natural foot odour manifested, to Cherishâs satisfaction. Secondly, he sensed the nylonâs material mixed into the smell. Both ingredients would already make for an intoxicatingly addictive aroma, but the mild sweat turned this into a delight. Take two good smells, mix them with a questionable one, and anything can happen. Cherish smelt all four sides of Sweetieâs foot, giving the heavenly-scented beauties the worship that they deserved. Soon, the girlâs innocent foot was covered in soft kisses. âYa know,â Scootaloo moaned, hopping onto the bed, âyou didnât get to lick me for that long.â âWhatâs that mean?â Upon looking at the sight unfold, the boy developed a nosebleed. Sweetieâs feet got closer together, and intersecting the white feet were some orange highlights. Just like when he delivered his last massage to the girls, their feet were bunched together and ready to be violated. Only this time, he had nothing to hide from Scootaloo. The teen girl wiggled her sticky toes repeatedly, counting the seconds itâd take for Cherish to finally open his mouth again. As she lay on top of her friend, Scootaloo slowly stuck her tongue in the girlâs mouth. Slobbery noises were Cherishâs sign to advance. âLetâs seeâŚâ He licked Sweetieâs nyloned toes, immediately retracting. âNope. These have to come off.â Shuffling through the mass of sweaty legs, Cherish grabbed onto the dark fabric and began to tug. It worked initially, yet after a few seconds, he wrestled with the nylons. Unlike Bloomâs looser socks, these things stuck to Sweetie like glue. âI gotcha.â Scootaloo, in the most unprofessional way, ripped apart Sweetieâs nylons like a cat. âNow, if youâll excuse me.â While she went back to spitting in Sweetieâs mouth, Cherish stood in awe at the red blush on Sweetieâs soles. They were sweatier than her first visit, although unlike Bloom and Rainbow, this was a very mild sweat. When putting his hand against her sole, Cherish didnât return with a palm drenched in saltwater. Rather, it was as if Sweetie had simply wet her feet and failed to finish drying them. Although, just like her sister, she had lovingly painted toenails. And as he didnât need to worry about dirt, the boy could lick between those toes in peace. Those made for a riveting first target. Up and down, Cherish soaked the sweat onto his tongue, stroking Scootalooâs feet while he worshipped her friend. âOoh⌠I like that.â Scootaloo cooed as Cherish scratched and sniffed her soles. Scootalooâs feet unquestionably stunk worse than Sweetieâs, but eventually their feet touched so much that he couldnât distinguish one foot funk from another. Taking a deep breath, the boy buried his face in the ocean of creamy feet. Not only did Scootalooâs toes continue to curl against his face, but the pressure of Sweetieâs soles on the sides forced him to whimper. As much as Cherish adored Scootalooâs feet, licking Sweetieâs back-to-back excited him twice as much. Perhaps it was because Sweetieâs feet were cuter to look at, whereas Scootalooâs were simply sexier. Something about cute made Cherishâs heart skip a beat. The boy refused to quit at the soles, now sucking Sweetieâs dainty toes. Poor Sweetie was none the wiser to the fact she was getting both her lips and toes licked. Her toes fit in Cherishâs mouth like a bunch of juicy grapes. This time, he was patient enough to savour the moment. Cherish slurped enough sweat to replace the spit in his mouth, and the whole time, Scootalooâs inverted foot stroked his chin. âI wanna cum,â he whispered. âYouâll get to soon. Be patient.â After landing her big toe on his lip, Scootaloo shoved her toes into Cherishâs mouth. One by one, the slimy digits squeezed their way inside, resting on top of Sweetieâs. And not a single toe stood outside the boyâs mouth. âMmmâŚâ The weight of the toes pinned his tongue, tainting it with their charming flavour. As if Sweetieâs werenât delicious on their own, giving them an extra kick from Scootaloo sent Cherish into pure bliss. Somehow, as if she possessed magic, Scootaloo wormed her foot further down the boyâs throat. Soon, the only part visible to the world was everything below the ball of her foot. And at the same time, Sweetieâs toes curled against his teeth. The smell of girl feet got more powerful the deeper Scootaloo pushed her foot, with the heel sticking out as if to tease the boy. While making out with her unconscious best friend, this naughty girl continued to wiggle her stinky toes in Cherishâs mouth. âYou love my stank toes?â âMmm-hmm.â âAnd Sweetieâs marshmallow-like feet?â âMmm-hmm!â Right at that moment, the nail of Scootalooâs big toe tickled the back of Cherishâs throat. And so, in a glob of spit, he ejected both feet from his mouth. âThat felt so goodâŚâ Scootaloo curled her toes so tightly that a wall of wrinkles formed. âLetâs see if 20 toes canâ" âI think thatâs gonna definitely make me cream my pants.â âYou done, then?â Cherish nodded, giving all four feet an extra slurp each before backing up. âYeah.â Looking across the room, his smile grew wider and wider. This wasnât something to treat casually. Cherish managed to lick the feet of six girls, an experience heâd likely never relive. And as a bonus, he got to experience all three flavours of feet. From the pure cleanliness to the vile filthiness to the moist sweatiness. They all melted onto his tongue, and best of all, it was recorded for him to replay over and over. âOh, I think you forgot to move the phone,â he said, wincing at the knowledge that his smartphone had been left pointed towards the adults on the bed. POP! Ending the kiss with Sweetie, Scootaloo let out an awkward laugh. âDonât worry.â Cherish slapped her on the butt. âFour out of six is more than enough, and I can at least hear the rest.â âYouâll get more footage of me and Sweetieâs feet tomorrow. Guaranteed.â â 30 MINUTES LATER â Apple Bloom rubbed her eyes, groaning at the pain of lying on the carpeted floor for so long. But why had she been sleeping? The last thing the girl remembered was drinking, waiting for Scootaloo to bring them back food, and then that was it. âTrip mustâve tuckered me out,â she murmured, getting on her feet. âHey, what the?â As if her socks being off her feet wasnât sketchy enough, she raised an eyebrow at the chipping red nails on her toes. After all, they had been perfectly intact that morning. âYou finally up?â Her big sister was stretching her back, similarly to the rest of the adults. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle remained sleeping on her side. However, her nylons were ripped to shreds all over the mattress. âI know somebody was in here,â Rarity said, tearing apart the room to see if something was stolen. âItâs not a coincidence that we all fell asleep at a similar time.â âNah, the fact that some vermin clearly took a lick across my foot tells me we got a creep out here.â Applejack raised her gigantic feet to the light, revealing one clean sole and another dirty one. âIâd bet money nobody actually licked it.â Rainbow removed her shirt, opening the bathroom door. âSounds more like a prank gone wrong to me.â âAinât pranks supposed to be funny?â âDonât ask me. Some people find anything funny, even just looking at feet.â âIâm back!â All eyes were on Scootaloo, her slides slapping against her feet as she slammed a white bag on the counter. It had a fancy-looking symbol on it, and the steam already replaced the smell of Rainbowâs stinky feet. âOriental food. Phew, they had me waiting forever, you have no idea.â Not one word was said. âWhat?â âWere you messing with our feet or something?â Applejack asked, giving the girl a close-up of her contrasting soles. The younger girl scratched her head. âI⌠I was out the whole time. Whatââ âDonât lie.â Immediately, Rainbow rushed to Scootaloo and grabbed her by the wrist. Blinking rapidly, Scootaloo chuckled. âOkay, so I had to come back because I left my phone, and all of you were just sleeping. I noticed it was hot, so thatâs why I let Sweetieâs legs breathe over there. Sheâs got plenty of replacements anyway. And, Applejack, I was trying to clean your feet so you wouldnât dirty the sheets. Thatâs all. I just had to rush out âcause I wanted to make sure the restaurant wouldnât close.â âAnd my socks?â Bloom put her hands on her hips. âSame thing as Sweetie Belle. Your feet stink a lot, Apple Bloom, they needed some ventilation.â âCouldâve happened by now if you let me showerâŚâ Scootaloo rolled her eyes. âLook, the walk was long. This foodâs not getting any warmer.â Later that night, when everyoneâs stomachs were full, the lights in the room went off. However, by midnight, Scootaloo continued to play on her phone. Replaying the video, she licked her lips at the sight of Cherish going down on Applejackâs mighty feet. And fast-forwarding to Rainbowâs toe sucking, the girl put a hand on her groin. Within his own room, Cherish spent hours resisting the urge to masturbate to this footage. Rarityâs feet in particular were tempting, seeing as they resembled Sweetieâs so perfectly. âSoon,â he whispered, yawning. âWhoa.â After Scootaloo had gone to use the bathroom, another personâs eyes glazed over footage of feet being licked. In particular, this girlâs own feet were in a video, with Scootaloo sucking on her toes. And as soon as the socks came off, there was no doubt about it. No one could mistake those tiny toes. Beyond that, there were tons of other thumbnails involving bare feet on a bed. Apple Bloom, biting her finger, grabbed the phone and began to scrub through the video. After seeing enough feet, she dropped Scootalooâs device in its previous position. âNow I see,â she mumbled with a smirk. |