Toe n' Arrow (2025 Sour Sweet foot story)

 

And that's when it happened. The arrow was let loose from her bow, sailing through the air and striking right at the bullseye twenty paces away.

 

And there was just you, sitting back next to your girlfriend and applauding her markswomanship, enjoying the show. "Oh merry MEN!"

 

Sour giggled softly, "I steal from the rich and give to the needy," while pointing your way.

 

Was your own girlfriend saying you were clingy? Yeah. She was. But she was also the jealous type, so it worked out for you both. It certainly helped that she had offered to get you up to speed in the way of the ranger, as that was part of the core curriculum. Something about geometry or calculus applications in real life?

 

Either way, you were happy that Sour Sweet, the expert, laid her eyes on you first.

 

"Now you try, Anon. It's all about where it's GONNA BE, like that girl from Canterlot High said. I'll be right behind you!"

 

Your sweet girlfriend handed you the beautifully crafted shortbow and a couple of crystal-tipped arrows, walking behind you and sitting down. With all the confidence of a new adventurer who needed ten coins, and had just laid eyes on an innocent goblin, you fired off the arrow at the circling target.

 

That must have been a cross breeze! Flying all the way behind the target setup? Rigged, you said, rigged!

 

"Ugh, take your TIME, Anon. Don't you wanna be able to drag home your dinner one day from the woods?" Sour groaned, slapping her head. "And your arms are noodly! Keep 'em still!"

 

Your girlfriend's name checked out. She wasn't called Sour Sweet for nothing.

 

"Alright, alright, I've got this. Gimme a sec..." you said, nocking another arrow onto your bowstring. You closed one eye, tuned your very being into one of pure accuracy, and let it fly.

 

Nope. Too late.

 

There was nothing. The crazy yellow markswoman stepped off the platform, a look of resigned defeat on her features. Impatience. She walked over to the moving targets, and yanked the arrow out of the white section that was part of the machine. She then sat comfortably right on the grass, in front of the moving target.

 

"Sweet, come on, cut me some slack here! Wait, what are you doing there anyway??" you asked, slightly anxious. You still had an arrow left in your quiver.

 

She called back, "I'm just in the safest place on the field, don't worry your pretty little head about it! My grandma could aim better even while wearing these!" and pointed at her uncomfortable-looking shoes. Seriously, they were NOT up to ranger standards.

 

"Alright Diogenes, I get it," you began as she walked back over to you. She knelt back down on the platform, taking your bow and arrow. She effortlessly nailed the centre of the circling target. "Ok serious question, Sweet. This has bothered me for a while. Why did you go for THOSE things for track and field use? Running with them doesn't seem comfortable, and they should be throwing your aim off. Meanwhile, here I am in actual gym wear, and I couldn't hit an elephant if I wanted to."

 

"Those things? Oh, you mean my shoes?" Sour responded, lifting one foot at a time. "Is that your way of asking me to take them off for you now?"

 

Your eyes wandered down to her feet, and then swiftly back up to her face. "No no, uh, I was just curious. They might hurt your feet. Didn't you just run two miles?"

 

Your half-truths earned you unamused look from your girlfriend. "If you just want to see me barefoot, say it. Perv."

 

"I meeeean, uh...not for THAT reason. Promise. I just thought we could take a break in a quieter area?"

 

"Fine. Tell me what you need to see me barefoot SO badly over there behind the bleachers, then. I don't want anyone else seeing me like that."

 

You grabbed her wrist, perhaps a little too firmly, eagerly, and left your equipment behind on the platform. You led your archery coach behind the large bleachers, and sat down in their shade.

 

"Well?" Sour asked, gazing down at you.

 

"Maybe...maybe you could use a foot massage? You know, since you ran all that way? I would never want to see my girlfriend's feet start hurting..." you mumbled out, reaching for her ankles. Sour allowed you a moment to lift them, one at a time, unbuckling her unusual footwear. She nodded curtly, her now-exposed toes splaying in the grass. You thought you were able to spot just the tiniest hint of her face quivering, the blades of grass caressing her soles. You knew very well how delicate they were, and you were determined to treat them the way they deserved.

 

A bright and angelic smile crossed her wonderful face. "Oh my gosh, Anon," Sour began, sitting down in front of you. She extended her legs out to you, placing her feet on your lap, inviting you to undo her running shoes. "A foot rub? You're the sweetest boy in the school! No guy does that for his girlfriend anymore, I'm the luckiest girl ever!"

 

You felt a big stupid grin plaster itself all over your face, tossing both of her shoes to the wind.

 

And that's just when Sour Sweet leaned in and yanked you by the collar, a threatening sneer on the girl's face. "I swear if you tickle me I'm gonna break your face..."

 

In the back of your mind, you briefly wondered if your girlfriend's parents knew ahead of time to give her such a fitting name.

 

But you'd grown used to her mood swings. The Sweet part of her name showed more often than the Sour, and she trusted you to love her, warts and all, so to speak. She certainly did the same for you.

 

"Shhh, it's alright, Sweet," you reassured her, mentally crossing both your fingers behind your back. "I PROMISE not to tickle you this time..."

 

She acknowledged your oath, letting go of your collar and relaxed her body, motioning you to begin.

 

Your hands gripped both of your girlfriend's warm, tired feet firmly, just how she liked it. It earned you an immediate, satisfied sigh, and a curling of each foot.

 

"Mmmm..." she moaned, her hands resting in her lap.

 

You decided to pull both of Sour's feet just a little further towards yourself, so the soft soles rested in your lap, to where your rapidly-hardening bulge could just about feel the warmth radiating from the bottoms. Thankfully, she never had an issue with you enjoying yourself a little too much, and thus did not react to the repositioning.

 

Resolved to continue, your thumbs first pressed into her smooth heels, working their way in slow circles. Her beautiful yellow feet both turned inwards, one resting against the other, as she let out another quiet, pleasured moan.

 

Upwards your steady, firm hands moved, kneading the outer sides of both her left and right, carefully working your way inwards towards her tense arches. Resisting the...seed of temptation, in the back of your mind, you decided you'd take extra care of that area for the moment, being the softest and most sensitive areas of her soles. Your work paid off in the appreciative smile she showed you through her tired eyes.

 

You put on a most innocent smile of your own in return, carefully running your hands up and down the backs of her feet to explore them in between rubs, a sensation which was much appreciated by her. Your girlfriend opened one eye, smiling mischievously and moving her left foot down further between your legs, curling only her big toe and rested it upon the tip of the tent in your pants.

 

Extremely excited, but reminding yourself to keep your cool, you started kneading her worked-out soles once again, migrating your hands further upwards so you could work over the balls of her feet, as well as the areas under her pampered toes.

 

"Anon...you're making me sleepy..." she mumbled. You weren't a hundred percent sure if that was totally true, because you could feel her right foot join her left in squeezing between your legs. Was she trying to rile you up? Did Sour Sweet know what you were planning, and was just egging you on? Were her toes splaying in your lap supposed to be challenging you?

 

You weren't about to back down from a challenge, or let any taunting go unanswered. But you had to be cautious in your approach, you did not want this girl to jump out of the pot early, so to speak.

 

Reluctantly, you cupped her heels in your hands and pulled her feet up on your leg once again, so the bright yellow soles were once again exposed. You slid the backs of your hands up the undersides of her feet, your nails lightly tracing their way up to her toes. Sour's body froze slightly, eyes popping open, her toes scrunching at your touch.

 

"Be careful there, Anon. I'm WATCHING you," she growled. She sighed and leaned back one again, a frown on her face as she closed her eyes. Her feet relaxed once again, allowing you to hold onto them once again and massaging the soft soles with only your thumbs.

 

Once you were sure she was totally relaxed, you began to make little 'slip ups'. A press of your thumbnail into the arch. Slipping one or two fingers between her toe spaces. An accidental scritch, here or there.

 

"A-Anon, hohoney, please, be careful! They're sensitive! I know you love 'em, ahahand I'm flattered, but please!" your girlfriend stuttered, trying to keep her feet in place for you to rub.

 

You didn't respond. Instead, you grabbed onto both of her ankles, wrapping your arm tightly around them and looking back at her with a hungry, lustful grin. Being much stronger than her, it wasn't hard to keep the wriggling yellow soles in your grip.

 

"Anon? Nonny? C-Can we talk about this...?" your sweet girlfriend begged.

 

"Don't be so Sour. You know what you were doing back there," you replied. Deciding that talking was over, and vengeance for the teasing was in order, you dug your fingers into her captive feet, scritching much more deeply into the smooth skin. Instantly she threw her head back and squealed, her body writhing desperately to escape the torment.

 

Re-establishing the tightness of your grip on Sour Sweet's ankles, you made a long, deep scratch on her right sole with four of your fingers. This left a lengthy, blush-red series of trails over the bottom of your girlfriend's foot, and earned you her ire, as evidenced by her yelling.

 

"ANOHOHON I'M GONNA PUMP YOUR BOHOHOHODY FULL OF ARROWS!" she shouted, pounding her fists against your back and your arm. The slight pain of her whacking was little deterrent to your dastardly fingers, because you locked all of them between the toes of her lemon-yellow left foot.

 

There was a brief pause in Sour's shrieks, and you looked back just in time to witness a mix of anger and fear etched onto her face.

 

She would get no mercy. You were loving every second of this, consequences be damned.

 

With a single stroke, in the same fashion as before, you raked your fingers all the way down to her heel. The awful, ticklish gambit had left the same red trails as on her right foot, causing her to pound the ground and howl with laughter.

 

"STAHAHAP IT OR I'LL FEED YOUR LUNGS TO MY CAHAHAHAT!" she demanded. Brutal, yes, but your girlfriend has never once made good on her threats. So you had nothing to fear by continuing to ravage your favourite part of her.

 

And ravage her you did. She screamed obscenities just as you started to wildly, randomly, scrbble your fingers over both of her feet held prone and helpless. Both of her graceful, angelic feet thrashed and wiggled to escape the wrath of your fingers, pushing and rubbing against each other. Toes interlocking, one sole shielding the other. Both pulling back against the grip of your arm at once.

 

Sour's actions were only making it harder to take it easy on her.

 

You toned yourself down, for the moment, your fingers running and skating across her feet slowing themselves to a near-crawl. Her soles were gleaming in the spots of sunlight below the bleachers, coated in a thin layer of sweat, no thanks to the torment she was forced to endure. From heels to toes, arches to sides, there was a delightful shade of crimson accentuating the bright yellow you were used to and loved.

 

Admiring your handiwork on your girlfriend's feet, you turned and gave Sour a knowing look.

 

"A-Anon, sweetie...I told you not to do that...You're WAY too good at this for me to handle..." she gasped out.

 

Suddenly she lunged for you with the bloodlust that only a bride-to-be could muster, grabbing onto your upper right arm with a terrifying, although not insurmountable, amount of strength. "Tickle me without permission again and you're REALLY gonna-AH!!"

 

You broke your girlfriend's grip, laughing at her adorable angry face, and managed to wrestle her onto the ground with her wrists pinned. There was a heavy blush on her scowling face, and you couldn't resist letting go of her left wrist so you could run a hand across one of her warm cheeks.

 

"ANON STOP TREATING ME LIKE I'M-" Sour shouted, but it was too late. You had already rolled her over onto her belly by that point, and sat over the backs of her lower legs. Your thighs soon clamped right around her ankles, capturing her blushing soles once again with both your hands free to do as they please.

 

"I'm sorry, Sweet, you can step on me later for this..." you apologised, shrugging.

 

"I promise I wont tease you next time, ple-EHEHEHEHEEEE!" Sour squealed, as your fingers began to make her sing again. This time, however, both hands were involved, and they would show not a shred of mercy. Not to her cute curled toes, not to her blushing scrunched soles.

 

While one of your hands was busy making the bottom of her foot blush like paint on a canvas, the other was poking and prodding around the other smooth surface. Each pinprick, each scritch, each little heart shape drawn with your nails, caused her entire body to thrash below you in a desperate attempt to relieve the ticklish torture.

 

Meanwhile, her other foot, under such mirthful torment from all of your fingers, had been wiggling in all directions as before. However, its position was much more...compromising than when it was below your arm. That position was forcing your girlfriend to continually press and rub the soft bottom of her foot between your legs.

 

Your merciless fingers began to lose their composure, becoming more erratic, more forceful. Sour began to squeal for mercy, for relief, as her warm foot continually pushed against your bulge between your legs.

 

Given that you had a burning desire for relief building up within yourself, your body decided it was time to satisfy that deep-seated need.

 

As soon as you undid your slacks and your boxers, freeing your leaking member from its fabric prison, your hands widened out the areas they were scraping across. Tickling the outer edges of her soles forced your girlfriend to quickly turn her feet inwards, squeezing onto the sides of your cock and hitting you with a wave of pleasure.

 

Your mind too fogged with thoughts of how amazingly soft Sour's immobilised feet were, your fingers instinctively let up on her now-inaccessible soles, moving to grab onto the other sides of her feet. She coughed and hacked momentarily, curling her toes tightly around your tip.

 

Sour Sweet's eyes, filled with tears of laughter, opened up the moment a warm, sticky droplet of your pre leaked out onto her left foot. She rubbed the leakage away using her other foot, which also happened to be snared around your dripping cock, and thus only made a larger, stickier mess.

 

"Not ONLY are you not done making your sweetie scream, but now you're just gonna use her FEET of all things? How did I end up with a man like you?!" she snapped back at you, moving her left sole against the side of your length as best she could, given her position.

 

Your breaths became more shallow as you bucked your hips, sliding your throbbing member against her heated, slick left sole in tandem with her movements. With less and less control over your actions, you began to thrust at full strength, ensuring to enjoy her curvy smooth feet to their absolute fullest.

 

The picking up of your thrusting speed and your constant twitching against her sensitive soles, combined with your iron grip, caused your girlfriend to once again start to giggle. She pounded the ground with her fist, her ticklish feet curling up snugly around your painfully hard cock. "A-Anohohon that tickles!! Just lemme go and I'll-"

 

Sour Sweet was cut off by a final, pleasured groan of yours, the tight space between her warm blushing soles becoming too much for you. Your vision blurred as you exploded in the embrace of your girlfriend's adorable feet, turning each of them into thickly-coated, dripping mess.

 

When you managed to regain your senses, you realised just how tightly your legs were holding onto Sour's ankles, and you swiftly allowed her immobilised, white-dripping feet their freedom once again. Resisting the urge to collapse on the grass below you, you got a few moments to admire the appealing disaster of lemon-yellow sole, accentuated with a crimson blush, and topped with an appropriate dosage of white.

 

And your loving, sweet girlfriend's furiously blushing face certainly wasn't anything to complain about.

 

You chuckled, slightly nervously. "...I'm not sorry. I had to hear it. I had to touch 'em. I-"

 

Sour Sweet recovered from her earlier gasping for air, and scowled at you before launching her entire body at yours. You soon found yourself shoved onto your back, with your beautiful girlfriend standing up over you.

 

She had one foot on the grass, and the other firmly planted between your legs, threateningly. The weight she was steadily adding to your groin was beginning to scare you, but...

 

"Sweet, n-now hang on, let's not make any decisions we'll regre-MMPH," you groaned, her foot suddenly pressing down intensely.

 

Sour folded her arms and smiled down at you, her eyes half lidded and her soft foot beginning to move back and forth. "Sorry, Anon, honey. It's so sweet of you that you appreciate the work I put into my feet so much! But I think it's MY turn. You do look kinda cute in that position, I like it!"

 

You found it hard to meet her eyes, especially from your submissive posture below her. Her foot was beginning to pick up the pace, smoothly gliding back and forth along your re-hardening member.

 

Your girlfriend growled and bared her teeth at you, jabbing a finger down towards you. "You're gonna do what I say for the rest of today, you monster. GOT IT?"

 

Your thoughts turned to the homework you had to get done. Attending to your duties as a son at your house. Your games.

 

Looking out from beneath the bleachers and seeing the sun beginning to set, and turning your gaze back up to your girlfriend stepping between your legs, you made the decision that all of those could wait a little longer. Archer's practice was DEFINITELY going to run late.