Some Bonnie Once Toed Me (2015 Bon Bon foot fetish)


                                            >Your name is Anon Yancy Mous.

                                            >You are a wanna-be cake boss.

                                            >One day, at home, you were browsing 4chan, next thing you know, the room flashed white, and you found yourself in the lovely land of Equestria.

                                            >It was exactly as the show portrayed it, except there were no ponies, there were humans.

                                            >30 minutes after arriving, you gave up any desire to return to Earth, and you currently have a job at Bon Bon's Bakery.

                                            >At the moment, you two are baking a very large cake for Cheerilee and Big Mac's wedding.

                                            >"Anon, hand me the pink icing."

                                            "Sure thing Bonnie."

                                            >You've grown to really like your boss.

                                            >She was nice, she was hot, and she paid you well.

                                            >One day, you noticed something.

                                            >You were walking around Ponyville, and you saw her in pink and blue flip flops.

                                            >You only wish you got a longer glance at her pretty feet...

                                            >No more reminiscing, it's time for work.

                                            >You two put the finishing touches on the three foot tall cake, as well as the figures.

                                            >Gordon Ramsey would be impressed.

                                            >"Wow Anon, that's top notch!! Good job!!"

                                            "Thanks Bonny, I'm sure they'll like it."

                                            >Not a moment too soon do you two finish, Pinkie Pie bounces in to grab the cake.

                                            >Bonny was known for making wedding cakes instead of birthday ones, so Pinkie went to you two to plan the wedding.

                                            >"Thanks you two, and here!"

                                            >She's suddenly gone with the cake, and a little piece of parchment floats down.

                                            >You should ask Pinkie how she did that.

                                            >You pick up the parchment,

                                            "Big Macintosh and Miss Cheerilee cordially invite you to their wedding, on Hearts and Hooves day.

                                            >Bon Bon chimes in.

                                            >"Oooh, we get to go too?"

                                            "Looks like it."

                                            >"Alright, that's tomorrow! I want you to hang out down here, ok?"

                                            >Before you can respond, she rushes upstairs.

                                            >After a minute or two, she returns....in a powder blue dress, with blue and yellow pieces of candy at the hem, a pink topaz silver necklace, and...some pink and blue flats.

                                            >How you wish you could see her without those flats.

                                            >"Well? How's this for the wedding?"

                                            "Bonny, you look incredible." You say with a smile.

                                            >She snatches you into a quick hug, which you return.

                                            >You both notice it's closing time.

                                            >"Closing time Anon, so I'll see you tomorrow here? We'll go to the wedding together?"

                                            "Why of course Bonny."

                                            >She smiles brightly and hands you your bag of bits for the week, you notice she included extra.

                                            >Weird, but how can you complain?

                                            >You head on home, waiting in joyful hope about attending the wedding with the apple of your eye.

                                            >Or Bon Bon.

                                            >The next day, you get changed into your best suit and tie, and put on your cologne, strutting your stuff over to your favorite baker's confectionary and house.

                                            >You knock on her door, and she answers with a cheerful look on her face, in her amazingly beautiful outfit.

                                            >You try to ignore her new sandals.

                                            >"Anon, you came! Oh, by the way, the flats I was wearing were hurting me, so I switched to these sandals. They still look good, right?"

                                            >She wiggles her toes in them to test them out once again, and you look at them for a brief moment, then tear your gaze away from those cream soles.

                                            "Actually, they look better than your flats."

                                            >You must have said the right thing, since she let out a 'yay!'.

                                            >"Ok, let's go, there isn't too much time!"

                                            >You walk as close to Bon Bon as possible without looking like you're head over heels for her.

                                            >You eventually arrive at the wedding, and take a seat together as you watch the matrimony presided over by none other than Princess Celestia herself.

                                            >With Bon Bon swinging her legs back and forth slightly, it's hard to pay any real attention to the wedding, since you keep catching glances of her peds.

                                            >"I now pronounce you husband and wife." Princess Celestia says, and the kiss is shared between the strong farmer and the local teacher.

                                            >You and Bon Bon, along with everyone, applaud.

                                            >Later, the reception, obviously planned by Pinkie, starts, and everyone is dancing together.

                                            >"Hey Anon...I don't have a dancing partner like everyone else...."

                                            "Neither do I."

                                            >You offer your hand.

                                            "Would you, Bonny, give me the honor of dancing with you?"

                                            >She giggles and gives you her hand.

                                            >"Of course, my prince."

                                            >You blush slightly, and you two get to dancing like all the rest of the guests.

                                            >While you hold her delicate hand, Bonny looks into your eyes.

                                            >"Anonymous...you've been working for me for about a year now...right?"

                                            "Y-yeah?"

                                            >"And we've had our share of accidental bumps into each other, hugs, and now we're dancing together happily, right?"

                                            "Bonny....if you're asking what I think you're asking...then yes. I'd love to date you."

                                            >She smiles and her face flushes red.

                                            >You feel quite happy too.

                                            >Eventually, you two sit down for a while with a glass of wine, some cake, and some more food, and guests constantly come over to your table and compliment the cake.

                                            >As the wedding is about to end, you're both feeling exhausted.

                                            >"Anon...I'm tired, let's go home...."

                                            "Alright Bonny, I agree..."

                                            You walk her to her house, arm in arm.

                                            "Well Bonny, I'll see you tomorrow?"

                                            >She grabs your arm as you leave, and you turn around.

                                            >"Wait...why don't you stay here the night? I mean, your house is kinda far..."

                                            >You happily accept her offer and walk upstairs into her constantly sweet-smelling house.

                                            >She undoes her sandals and lays on the couch.

                                            >You try not to stutter or blush.

                                            "Um...hey Bonny, you look tired there....do you want me to ease the tension of today and give you a rub?"

                                            >"Nonny...that'd be great, but are you sure? My feet really need a good rub down and I don't want to gross you out..."

                                            "No, no, it's fine, anything for you, ok?"

                                            >"Thanks Anon, come onto my couch."

                                            >You sit on the couch, and grab her feet.

                                            >You can honestly say these are the most tender, sweet-smelling feet you've laid your hands on.

                                            >Also, they're the only feet you've touched.

                                            >Bon Bon looks at you questioningly as you just hold her feet on the couch.

                                            >"Are you going to rub, or are you just going to hold my feet in place?"

                                            >You quickly snap out of it and start rubbing her goddess-esque feet, being careful not to let her feet touch anywhere between your legs.

                                            >She sighs heavily.

                                            >"Y-you're a master at this...where...did you learn how to do this?"

                                            >You start working on her toes, cracking each one carefully, and Bon Bon moans softly.

                                            "Just naturally came to me I guess..."

                                            >"Please don't stop..."

                                            >You see no reason to stop rubbing the pain in these divine soles away.

                                            >You slowly lower your head down to her toes as she closes her eyes.

                                            >You carefully and quietly sniff her soles.

                                            >They smell of a lovely mixture of cake frosting and sweat.

                                            >She suddenly sinks into the couch more, moving her feet forward.

                                            >One of her eyes open, and she pushes her right sole forward more, as if inspecting something on your crotch.

                                            >You freeze up.

                                            >Your brain tries to think of a plan, to no avail, you've just gotten your first girlfriend and now you're going to lose her.

                                            >Her feet press down on the tent in your pants.

                                            >"Anon? Are you...well...into this?"

                                            >You sigh, seeing no way out of this.

                                            "...yes..."

                                            >"So does this mean...you like my feet?"

                                            "Yeah...sorry..."

                                            >"You don't have to be, I don't mind."

                                            "You really don't?"

                                            >She shakes her head.

                                            >"Nonny...happy Hearts and Hooves Day."

                                            >She presses her feet into the bulge even harder.

                                            >"But first....prove you love my feet."

                                            >She presses them on your face.

                                            >You are in heaven.

                                            >Wasting no more time, you start dragging your tongue over her smooth right instep.

                                            >You grab her left ankle and pull it into your face as hard as you can.

                                            >You deeply inhale that intoxicating cake frosting and sweat aroma.

                                            >You greedily fit all 5 toes of her left foot into your mouth and suck hard.

                                            >She moans quietly in pleasure.

                                            >Taking that as a sign of permission to keep going, you explore her arch with your tongue, relishing the sweet taste of her foot.

                                            >You grab her right foot and take a long lick from her heel all the way to her big toe, and she giggles a bit.

                                            >You put your fingers between her toes on her left foot and explore every nook and cranny on her right foot with your tongue, giving it a good coat of your saliva.

                                            >She slowly traces her feet down your face, popping her toes out of your mouth, much to your disappointment.

                                            >She realizes this and unbuttons and removes your shirt, tracing her soft, smooth soles down your chest and over your stomach.

                                            >She finally stops at your diamond hard erection.

                                            >She decides to be a tease and very slowly unzip and remove your pants, and your mind is completely clouded with images and taste of her feet,

                                            >She finally removes your boxers, pressing both her heels into your length, slowly stroking up and down.

                                            >She decides to move her soles to your painfully throbbing erection, and squeeze it between them, causing lots of pre to leak over the tops and soles of her feet.

                                            >You're now moaning nonstop.

                                            >She has a very easy time sliding your cock between her glistening soles due to the tongue bath they received earlier.

                                            >Bon Bon curls her toes around your length and holds it for a while.

                                            "P-please...more..." You beg.

                                            >She obliges and traces the balls of her feet over the tip.

                                            >You're getting very close.

                                            >She brings her soles to the tip and squeezes it gently, pushing you over the edge.

                                            >You begin to shoot your load over her precious soles.

                                            >She smiles as much of your seed leaks over her feet, knowing she made you cum quite hard.

                                            >After what feels like hours, you finally finish cumming, and you feel drained.

                                            >"Was that good, Nonny? Should I do it again sometime?"

                                            >You nod emphatically, and she gets up from the couch, not bothering to wash her feet, and beckons you to her room.

                                            >She climbs into bed, and you follow.

                                            >She makes sure to have her feet touch your legs.

                                            >You give zero fucks that you just came on them, you take her into your arms and fall asleep with her.