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Rubbing her hooves

By Mshakezilla
Created: 6th April 2021 02:53:49 PM
Modified: 6th April 2021 02:54:08 PM

  1. >The most important meal of the day: Breakfast.
  2. >Those who go without this meal face a day of perils filled to the brim with lack of energy, fatigue, and exhaustion.
  3. >You however, don't need to worry about such things. For you have...
  4. "Yes, YES!" You shout in the kitchen at the counter, wearing only a pair of boxers and a sleeveless shirt, "Arise! Become something greater!"
  5. >A crisp piece of bread shoots up from the toaster.
  6. "TOAST!" You exclaim, letting your inner idiot out like noones watching, "Well, thats done. Where is my damn... Ah butter, you're in the fridge. Thats right."
  7. >You reach to your right and grab a block of butter from the fridge.
  8. >You're mere seconds away from tending to your newly toasted bread with a thin slice of greatness, when you're interrupted by a knocking at the door.
  9. "Fuck'n A..."
  10. >You grab a butter knife from the counter and butter the toast as you walk from the kitchen of your humble home to the front door, tiny breadcrumbs falling to the floor with each step you take.
  11. "Ahh this crick in my neck..." You pinch and rub the right side of your neck, being careful not to drop the knife. "Damn pillow is flat as hell."
  12. >The knocking continues.
  13. "I'm coming, I'm coming!"
  14. >Heh...
  15. >You grab at the doorknob only for your buttery hand to slip off before getting a good grip.
  16. "Dammit, freak'n butter." You sigh, and open the door, "I came!" You smirk, "Oh hey, Dash."
  17. >Rainbow stood at your door with her brow cocked and a confused look on her face.
  18. >"About time. What took you?"
  19. >You say nothing, only pointing at your toast before taking a bite.
  20. >"Oh. Well whats so funny?" She asks.
  21. You take another bite, "I foughf of thumthing funny."
  22. >"What?"
  23. "'Ang on." You swallow, waving your hand, "I just thought of something funny."
  24. >"Well maybe you can tell me about it after you make me something to eat." She says, swaggering right in.
  25. >Damn. Had completely forgotten about owing her breakfast this morning since you lost yesterday's bet of "who could hold their breath longest"...
  26. >Damn Pegasi... Being used to the upper atmosphere and thinner air'n shit.
  27. >Oh well. At least it was company.
  28. >And she is a good friend...
  29. >Dash trots in and over to the couch in the center of the living room leaping into the air and landing back first onto the cushion.
  30. "Yeah just come on in and lounge all over my stuff..."
  31. >"I want a peanut-butter and Zap-apple jam sandwich," She says, resting her head against the armrest, "and don't skip on the jam. I can tell if you do."
  32. >She stretches and sprawls out on the couch, crossing her hind legs and making herself comfortable.
  33. >With a sigh, you take the last bite of your toast and make for the kitchen.
  34. >Dash extends one of her wings out from under her and pinches certain joints between her hooves, "Ugh those dumb drills." She mutters to herself and looking at her hoof, "Cloud Chaser needs to stop being late to practice so Spitfire won't make us do extra laps..."
  35. "Whats up?" You ask from the kitchen, digging through your pantry for jam.
  36. >"Anon," she says sitting up, making the top half of her head visible from behind the couch, "less talky, more makey my sandwich." She waves her hoof at you and giggles.
  37. >At least one of you is enjoying this.
  38. "Yeah yeah..."
  39. >"Good." Dash sighs in content and lays her head back down.
  40. >If she wasn't so damn cute...
  41. >A few moments of pushing around plates and a half empty cereal box around, and you're at a loss.
  42. >No Zap-apple Jam...
  43. >Guess this means you don't gotta make her food.
  44. "Hey, Rainbow." You call from the kitchen, "I got good news, and bad news."
  45. >"Ugh." She pouts, "Whats the bad news?"
  46. "Well, I don't seem to have any Zap-apple Jam."
  47. >"What??" She quickly stands up on the couch, forelegs hanging off the backrest, "Whats the /good/ news then!?"
  48. "Well, good for me. Not you." You turn around and lean back against the counter, crossing your arms and tilting your head, "I can't make you breakfast since I don't have what you want."
  49. >Her muzzle scrunches.
  50. >"Well, you still owe me /something/!"
  51. >You roll your eyes and walk over to the couch.
  52. "Like?" You say resuming to tend to the crick in your neck, rubbing little circles around the cramp.
  53. >She pauses for a moment, tapping her chin and looking at the ground.
  54. >"Hmmm..." She looks up at your hand rubbing your neck, then back down.
  55. >She purses her lips, thinking of what she can have you do. A grins appears on her face before biting her lower lip as she stares back at your hand.
  56. >"Massage." She says, narrowing her eyes.
  57. "What?"
  58. >Dash rests her face on her forehooves and grins suggestively at you.
  59. >"My shoulders,legs, and wings are sore from doing extra drills yesterday and if /you/" she points her hoof at you, "can't make me food, then I want a massage."
  60. "Uhhhh-"
  61. >"Come on!" She says laying back down, "I don't have all day y'know."
  62. >Dammitall! So much for having time to fap this morning...
  63. >"Tick tock."
  64. >Whatever. Lets just get this done so you can go about your day.
  65. "Okay, okay." You sigh, walking around to the front of the couch and sit at the opposite end to her.
  66. >You sit for a moment, tapping your thigh.
  67. >"Gonna be kind hard to massage my legs from way over there..." She says still grinning, "I don't bite..." she bats her hoof and flutters her eyes at you.
  68. >Something tells you shes milking this for more then whats its worth...
  69. >You scoot over to the middle cushion, now right next to her.
  70. >"Now..." Dash turns and falls back into your lap, wriggling around to make herself comfortable.
  71. >She brings her forehooves to your face. "Start rubbing."
  72. "Whoa whoa, hold on," you bring up your hands as if to block her, "I thought you got all jumpy when someone else started touching your hooves."
  73. >"Did I stutter?" she says, now annoyed, "You made a bet and you lost, if you're not a stallion of your word..."
  74. "Fine! jeez..."
  75. >Yeah shes definitely having fun with this. Probably revenge for not having her favorite food.
  76. >You grab her hoof with one hand and with the other rub gently up and down from the tip of her hoof to the joint, doing your best not to matt up her fur.
  77. "Like this?"
  78. >"Ehhh, slower" She replies, "and a little harder."
  79. >You do just that, your up and down motion now becoming little circles.
  80. >"Ahh... better." She closes her eyes and hums in content.
  81. >"You're not too bad at this." She says, opening one eye half lidded.
  82. "Yeah well, fingers work better then hooves for this stuff I guess."
  83. >You continue the motion, working your way down from the bottom joint to the next.
  84. >"Yeah..."
  85. >Dash lets her foreleg go practically limp in your hands, giving you the trust to tend to her soreness.
  86. >Her leg felt tense. The muscles were stiff. An obvious sign of strain and hard work, though growing softer with your continued efforts.
  87. >You make it down to her shoulder.
  88. "Feeling a little tense around here."
  89. >"Yeah well," she opens her eyes, "thats what happens when you're in the Wonderbolts and somepony doesn't wanna show up to practice formation on time."
  90. You shake your head, "Sucks."
  91. >"Its okay." She chirps, "Thats why I have you. Free massages."
  92. "Hey, this is because of a bet. Nothing more."
  93. >"You didn't really protest all that much." She says grinning.
  94. "Whatever," You shake your head again, "this one feel alright to you?"
  95. >Dash examines her leg, extending it in and out in front of her.
  96. >"Yeah, actually." She sounded impressed.
  97. "Cool. Switch." You motion for her other one.
  98. >"Mhm."
  99. >You perform the same routine for this one as the last. This time however, you grow curious about the bottom of her hoof.
  100. >Looked like it was a bit softer then the rest of the area around it.
  101. >Probably more sensitive too, in that case.
  102. >Well, may as well get that also.
  103. >You cup the top of her hoof in the palm of your hand and with your thumb, rub circles all around the area.
  104. >"Ah!" She jumps a bit, and pulls her hoof in.
  105. "Sorry, did that hurt?" You jerk your hands away, "I didn't know if that area was sensitive to the touch or anything."
  106. >"Ummmm..." She looks at her hoof, then back to you, "No," She says blushing, eyes now looking away, "Its not... You can do it more..."
  107. >She raises her hoof back up, looking embarrassed.
  108. >You shrug, and continue what you were doing.
  109. >"Hnn..." She shakes, involuntarily signaling the relief she was feeling.
  110. >You firmly trace you thumb along the outer rim of her hoof, being cautious not to rub too deeply to cause pain.
  111. >"Th...this one too." She brings her other foreleg up.
  112. "I just did that one--"
  113. >"Not like you are now..."
  114. "Oh, right."
  115. >You begin doing the same with both, making a scrunching motion with her hooves in your hands.
  116. >She sways her head, lolling from side to side slowly on your leg and staring up at the ceiling.
  117. >"This feels amazing." she says taking a breath.
  118. "Happy to uhhh," You shrug, "happy to help."
  119. >Her blush grows, and you could feel her wings trying to extend underneath her.
  120. >Maybe its starting to hurt?
  121. "You okay?" You ask a little concerned.
  122. >"Juuust fine." She licks her lips and quickly pulls away her front legs and scoots herself up on your lap.
  123. >She rolls to each side to let her wings fully extend.
  124. >Wonder what /thats/ all about...
  125. >"Thats better." She lay now with her rump in your lap. "Now get my back legs, they're more sore then my front..."
  126. >You look down and grow a little nervous, never seen this side of her before. Both literally and figuratively...
  127. "Uhhhh okay, do you want me to start from the joint or...?"
  128. >"Fuh-lank." She bites her lip after saying.
  129. >Dash turns her bottom half, stretching her leg away from you and showing off her cutie mark.
  130. >Whoo boy, gonna have to focus on keeping helmet head under control while you work. All her moving around...
  131. "Yeah, okay..." You whisper.
  132. >Just as before, you begin with one leg first. Using both hands to massage the tension from her flank out of her muscles.
  133. >Tone, yet soft. Warm to the touch and getting softer the more you work.
  134. >Gently pushing the top of her leg downward towards her stomach, you massage the more tense areas of her flank, doing your best not to stare at her more... private areas.
  135. >You slowly move your palm along the inner area of her leg, getting a little quiver out of her at certain points towards her cutie mark.
  136. >She lets out a sigh and a quiet laugh, she knows what shes doing...
  137. >You gulp, and focus on the task at hand.
  138. >Once done, you release her leg and bring it back up to your chest.
  139. >You grab just below the knee to hold her leg in place, and rub circles around her cutie mark with your palm.
  140. >"Ahn..." She whispers between breaths.
  141. >Her breathing grows a little heavier the more you focus on this area.
  142. >You look curiously at the frog of her hoof again.
  143. "Hmmm, I wonder..."
  144. >"Wha...wonder what?" She says breathing intensely. "Anon, what do- Ahhhh~!!"
  145. >Without giving warning you begin massaging the frog on her hind leg, making her gasp and yelp.
  146. >She wasn't joking about these legs being /more/ sensitive.
  147. >You feel around, gauging her reaction to see what triggers her sensitive spots the most, eventually moving towards the apex of the frog.
  148. >"Ah!" She yelps, shuddering and gripping the fabric of your boxers with her front hooves.
  149. >Yup, thats the spot.
  150. >Her other leg twitches and kicks ever so slightly with each circle you make around the apex.
  151. >Not wanting to be inconsistent, you grab and attend to the other hoof as well, ceasing its fidgeting.
  152. >With both hooves in hand, you continue on.
  153. >"S-so good..." She whispers again.
  154. >Had no idea her hooves were actually this sensitive to stimulate her so much. It was enjoyable to see her so flustered, compared to her normal confident self.
  155. >She trusted you at least. Allowing you to see her like this much less be the one to relieve her stress.
  156. >Her forehooves dig in even more to your boxers, almost painfully so.
  157. >But you don't have time to protest, only to finish what you've started.
  158. >Breathing deep, she lets out quiet, soft grunts the more you work.
  159. >Her fully erect wings twitch, seeming to respond with each circle you make around her hooves.
  160. >Makes sense now that you're thinking about it. She mostly flies everywhere she goes and thus it wouldn't be too odd for her hooves to be extra sensitive.
  161. >You look over toward her. Her eyes were rolled back and the blush on her face practically glowed, giving her cheeks a slight purple tint.
  162. >She notices you looking and looks back, licking her lips and letting her tongue hang out with a thin string of saliva hanging off.
  163. >Oh fuck...
  164. >Dash is actually getting off from this.
  165. >Well, you've heard of human feet having enough nerves to stimulate sexual arousal before but... No clue it would apply here as well.
  166. >Kinda hot.
  167. >"A-Ahnuh..." she mutters, "I-I think I..."
  168. >If shes okay with it, may as well go all out.
  169. >Not stopping, you change tactics, focusing on her furthest hoof with both hands and using your mouth on the closer. Tracing circles around her frog with your tongue, leading a trail of your own spit running down her leg.
  170. >"W-wait!" She lifts up her head, Th-that!"
  171. >Dash's eyes roll back further, her breathing becomes erratic and uncontrolled as her head drops back down on the cushion.
  172. >That pushed her close.
  173. >"K-keep..."
  174. >You switch again, pulling her further leg in close and using your tongue on it to allow your hands to use the saliva as lubricant for her other hoof.
  175. "Mmm!" You moan, using the vibrations of your voice to stimulate her further.
  176. >Her legs attempt to pull away. No doubt just a reflex but you keep them close, not letting them leave your grasp.
  177. >Looking to her again to find her face overcome with pleasure. She had switched one of her hooves to gripping the couch vs both of them on your leg.
  178. >Beads of sweat built up and rolled off her forehead and muzzle, making strands of her mane cling to her face.
  179. >"G-gonna!" Her voice cracks and squeaks.
  180. >You run circles around the apex of the frog with your tongue, getting her closer and closer.
  181. >"D-don't s-stohh~!!" She moves her head side to side.
  182. >Running your tongue up the center of her frog, you make her leg twitch and contract. While your hands continue on her other warm and wet hoof.
  183. >Looking down, you see her winking clit, coupled with the warm stream of her marehood flowing down your leg.
  184. >Just a little more.
  185. >"Al...most!" She grits her teeth.
  186. >You bring her hooves together and lock them in place in one hand, tracing circles around each with your tongue.
  187. >"G-gonna..." She stutters, losing control.
  188. >With your free hand, you move down to her winking clit, rubbing circle over it gently and pushing her even more.
  189. >"Ah-Ahnuhh, AH!"
  190. >You insert three fingers into her marehood and with your thumb rub her clit, making her shudder.
  191. >Her warmth covers your fingers, trailing along and dripping off the back of your hand.
  192. >"I...I! Gahh!"
  193. >Her body vigorously shudders again and contorts as her legs kick out of your grip and fully extend, twitching while doing so.
  194. >"Hnnnggg!!"
  195. >Her body slowly relaxes, going limp in your lap.
  196. >Rainbow lays there coming down from her climax, letting her breathing return to normal.
  197. >Dash says nothing. Only laying there, looking at you.
  198. >"I... Y-you made me..." She says at last.
  199. >Looking down you feel her warm stream running down your legs and soaking into the cushion fabric.
  200. "Well, that uhhh..."
  201. >She goes silent again, only covering her glowing face in embarrassment.
  202. >"Mmmm..."
  203. "Something wrong?"
  204. >"This time," She says panting and uncovering her face, "I came..."
  205. >She giggles and bites her lower lip.
  206. "Yeah." You laugh quietly, "Well then," You say placing your hands on your knees, "I guess that makes us even doesn't it?"
  207. You slowly slide her rear end off your thighs, "I should probably-"
  208. >"Wait!" she protests, making you freeze.
  209. >Oh...
  210. >Dash sits up, back facing you. She traces her hoof up from the base of her wing to the tip, "That wasn't a /full/ massage..."
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