Captain Feetfoot (2016 Fleetfoot foot fetish)


                                            >Be Anonymous.

                                            >You recently got into the Wonderbolt’s reserve roster.

                                            >Some pink girl with a balloon tattoo got into a rum and lobster related accident of hilarious proportions, over at the Grand Galloping Gala.

                                            >She happened to be an Element of Harmony holder.

                                            >You saved her after about 15 minutes of the heimlich maneuver.

                                            >For your ‘bravery’, Spitfire saw you and offered you a position in the reserves, with some rainbow haired girl.

                                            >Today, you have a show to run in, since Spitfire was in the hospital, filled to the brim with venom.

                                            >Tatzlwurms aren’t to be messed with...

                                            >Your attention turns to Miss Fleetfoot, designated captain today.

                                            >She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew there was something strange about you.

                                            >At the last afterparty, you got all stuttery because of her stern tone, and the fact that she wore heels instead of boots.

                                            >This has happened 2 times, and you know she catches on quick.

                                            >Luckily, she hasn’t mentioned anything yet.

                                            >You only wish you could see them bare without being caught...

                                            >”Are we clear, team?!"

                                            >”Yes ma’am!!” They saluted.

                                            >”CADET!"

                                            >You jump to attention.

                                            >”ARE WE CLEAR?!"

                                            “Err…yes ma’am!! Loud and clear!!"

                                            >”Good…Now go, get ready!!"

                                            >The Wonderbolts scatter to their lockers.

                                            >The fact that you’re racing and jumping over gaps in the clouds over a kilometer high scares you quite a lot.

                                            >However, you’ve been training for this, and your lungs are quite suited for breathing at this height.

                                            >You change into your suit and leave the locker room, making sure your boots are tightly fit and your goggles are too.

                                            >Fleetfoot and the rest of the team are ready as well.

                                            >The race starts, and for most of it, you’re directly behind your temporary captain.

                                            >The suit you’re wearing in the race makes you feel like you’re wearing nothing at all...

                                            >Nothing at all...

                                            >You imagine Fleetfoot that way, and nearly trip over the edge of the clouds.

                                            >Luckily you manage to regain your balance and keep running, completely focused.

                                            >The crowd cheers as your buddy Soarin manages to cross the finish line on the final lap, second before Fleetfoot.

                                            >You came in last, what a surprise...

                                            >You mentally prepare yourself for a speech from her.

                                            >Hours later...

                                            >You’re at a party in your Canterlot headquarters to celebrate a good show.

                                            >As you enjoy a bit of pizza, and sit back, admiring any girl’s feet you can see….You sense someone behind you, and hear a familiar lisp.

                                            >”Cadet Anon.”

                                            “Y-yes captain Fleetfoot?"

                                            >”What was the reason you came in dead last today?!”

                                            >You rise from your seat, nervous to say anything.

                                            >She’s wearing a tight, curve-hugging white dress, and...

                                            >You look down at her feet.

                                            >She’s wearing the most revealing sandals ever.

                                            >You can see her curvy arch, her strong toes, her-

                                            >”My eyes are up here Cadet. Not my sandals."

                                            >You quickly look up to face her.

                                            “Y-yes Madame Feetfoot - uh I mean, madame Flipflop-NO, I mean-"

                                            >”Private. Why do you get so nervous around me when I wear something other than boots on my feet?"

                                            “Well, y-you see Cap-"

                                            >”In my office. Now."

                                            >Shit. She’s not fucking around.

                                            >With a nervous sigh, you follow her.

                                            >She leads you to her office at the very back, soundproofed to muffle arguments.

                                            >You and her both sit down.

                                            >”Now Cadet. Explain why you came in last, by so far."

                                            “W-well, Captain, I wasn’t fully paying at-"

                                            >”You know DAMN WELL that is not a legitimate excuse. I’ll think of your punishment soon. Now, onto my second question. What is the reason you’re so nervous around me wearing my sandals? Do you have some sort of phobia, Cadet?"

                                            “I….um….just do, Captain…"

                                            >”There is a reason, and I want to hear it now.”

                                            “O-ok…Captain Fleetfoot, I’m just trying hard not to look at your feet…"

                                            >”Is there a problem with my feet, Cadet?"

                                            >She takes her sandals off, propping her heels up on the desk and curling her toes.

                                            >Oh sweet mother of God...

                                            >”Inspect them, Cadet. What is wrong with me wanting to let my feet breathe a bit?"

                                            “I-its not that, Captain, it’s just that uhh…Ilikeyourfeet…"

                                            >”You…like my feet? Explain, Cadet.”

                                            “W-well, Captain, I’ve had a love for feet since I was young….I find th-the soles, the toes, the arches, the sensitivity…kinda h-hot…"

                                            >You cover your head in case you get smacked.

                                            >You don’t.

                                            >”Private. Lock the door."

                                            >You get up and lock the door nervously.

                                            >”I want to test the limits of your so-called love for my feet. Do everything I tell you, and you will NOT be running 3 miles after every meal for a week."

                                            “C…captain, what are you-"

                                            >”Lay down. Under the chair."

                                            >You quickly get under the chair, head facing upwards, as she sits down above you.

                                            >She gives you that stern look, pressing her right foot on your face, and pinching your nose between her big and second toe.

                                            >Holy fuck, it’s so tough…so smooth, despite all the running she does..

                                            >”Start licking. Clean my foot of all sweat, Cadet."

                                            >You oblige, and start sliding your tongue side to side on the ball of her foot, and under her toes.

                                            >You blush madly as you grab the foot holding your head down, moving your head around as you snake your tongue in between her toes, cleaning any and all sweat from them, and relishing the taste of your captain’s soles.

                                            >She pushes on your cheek with her heel.

                                            >”You forgot to get my heel, Cadet."

                                            >You begin lapping away at her heel wildly, willing to do whatever your captain says.

                                            >Her toes tense a little and she holds back a smile as you rub her arch firmly with your tongue.

                                            >She pulls her foot away, replacing her right with her left foot.

                                            >”And this one, Cadet. Don’t miss a SPOT."

                                            >You immediately obey, tonguing the instep to get even the smallest taste of sweat.

                                            >You slowly lick the heel of her smooth foot in circles, causing her foot to twitch lightly.

                                            >You slowly work your way up her foot with your tongue, covering the blade in your saliva, grabbing her ankle, and slicking up all of her toes with your tongue.

                                            >She pulls her left foot away, brings them both together tightly, and covers your whole face with them.

                                            >Her nails slowly scratch your forehead, while all you can see is blackness.

                                            >But you know that those strong, curvy beauties are there, pressed on your face.

                                            >”Open your mouth, Cadet."

                                            >You do, and next thing you know, she’s shoving her toes on her right foot into your mouth.

                                            >You understand what to do, and nod, nibbling on her toes.

                                            >”Mmmm, that’s a good private…."

                                            >You swirl your tongue around in each toe space, repeating the process for her other foot.

                                            >”Now, scoot out. I need to cover more area."

                                            >You release her toes, scooting out halfway, when she presses her big toe on your chest.

                                            >Before you can say anything, she silences you with her left foot on your face.

                                            >”Inhale my scent, Cadet. And double-time it. I’ve been walking around all day."

                                            >You take a long, deep sniff of her mesmerizing scent.

                                            >Her big toe encircles your chest, and you twitch in pleasure.

                                            >”I may just see fit to reward you, Private…there is one condition though."

                                            “Y-yes Captain?"

                                            >"You will no longer be able to sit around and do nothing. I want you to return every day and work on my feet. You will do to my feet exactly as I say.”

                                            >You’d think it was a bad thing...

                                            “It’s a deal, Captain Fleetfoot.”

                                            >She nods, and slowly presses the ball of her foot down on your chest, followed by her toes.

                                            >You can’t stop yourself from letting out a moan.

                                            >Both her soles are now planted on your chest.

                                            >”Move out more, Cadet. I have work to do."

                                            >You scoot your whole body from under the chair, bulge quite obvious.

                                            >Her dexterous foot reaches your upper chest, unbuttoning your shirt, and working its way down, undoing the other buttons.

                                            >After your shirt falls off your body, her feet work in tandem to unbutton your jeans, and pull them down your legs, followed by your boxers, which were getting wet from the leak.

                                            >”Hmmm, so you really like my feet, huh…”

                                            >Her toes squeeze and play with the tip of your length, forcing pre from it, and a loud moan from you.

                                            >The sight of those beautiful, strong turquoise feet hugging your manhood makes you even harder.

                                            >”Let’s see how long you can hold back…”

                                            >She smiles seductively down at you, causing you to throb hard.

                                            >She carefully closes her soles around your member, starting to stroke up and down.

                                            >You can’t hold back much longer.

                                            >Her slickened soles glide up and down your length with utmost ease, squeezing it every now and then.

                                            “C-captain….urgh…f-feels….so good…"

                                            >”Is that all you got, Cadet? I expected more from you.."

                                            >Her soles leave your length, and soon after they engulf your sack.

                                            >Her wet toes curl around your sack, gripping it softly as her other set of toes strokes up and down your hardened member.

                                            >You let out a grunt, thrusting between her slick soles.

                                            >She concentrates on finishing you off by gripping your manhood between her toes.

                                            >As her heels slowly press around your sack, soles hugging your length, and toes gripping the tip of your member, you let out a loud groan as you finish.

                                            >Your climax is incredibly hard, better than you’ve ever felt before, waves of pleasure surging through you as you cover your captain’s amazing feet.

                                            >Before long, her soles are dripping with white fluid.

                                            >”Mm, Cadet…that’s quite a lot…"

                                            >She rubs her feet together, interlocking her toes to get your seed spread all over them.

                                            >You nearly fall asleep in her office, but you fight to stay awake.

                                            >She puts her sandals back on.

                                            >”Now my feet are all warm…c’mon Cadet, get up, we still have a party to be at."

                                            >You shakily get up and join her, acting like nothing happened.

                                            >Soarin walks up to both of you as you re enter the party room, surprised to see you.

                                            >”Where the hell were you guys, you were gone for like an hour!!

                                            >”Soarin, calm down, I was just teaching our little private here a lesson about doing what his captain says."

                                            >She winks at you discreetly, happy to have a personal foot servant, and you two rejoin the event.