Unfootgettable Cider Day (2020 St Patricks, Wallflower foot fetish)

 

You covered your ears and groaned in annoyance. Those two annoying circus clowns that called themselves salesmen came around to Canterlot High. For the fourth year in a row. And every single time, they failed to sell their stupid knockoff cider miserably, usually through their abominable singing, or by some clever tactic by the REAL cider sellers, the Apples.

 

It ALWAYS was on the 17th of March, or as the Apple family called it, Cider Day. Apparently, even long before you attended the school, those two had proved troublesome for the legitimacy of Apple family-brand cider. Obviously, there were a few idiots who fell for their awful sales tactics, but you weren't one of them.

 

Due to the numerous acts of heroism by Applejack and her friends, they were allowed to sell their city-famous drink in front of the school. And you always waited in a long line to buy at least a cup, as every sip brought your mouth to heaven.

 

However, you needed a favour, today was different.

 

There was this girl that barely anyone ever seemed to notice. You were an exception, of course, because unlike most of the students of this school, unpopular students like her never evaded your notice. Mostly because you were one of them yourself, despite knowing a few of the popular girls.

 

Even though she was one of the least known girls in the entire school, you found yourself striving to walk the same routes in the hallways as her. To try to switch your classes, specifically to match schedules with her. And to glance at her beautiful, yet casually-clad figure, usually from a desk behind her. That way, you were also able to get a view of her soles, wrapped in ankle socks, slip out of her shoes and rub together enticingly.

 

You learned through one of the popular girls, the bacon-haired Sunset Shimmer, that her name was Wallflower Blush. And not too long ago, she and her became friends after a fight over a strange magical stone.

 

Sadly, and rather pathetically, you didn't have the courage to approach her in...that way. The best you could do is partner with her for projects, and hope she'd ask you to be more than mere classmates.

 

You realised that waiting around for Wallflower to make a move wasn't going to work, and needed something to boost your confidence. You did know that Applejack had confidence-boosting equipment in abundance, made exclusively for those over twenty-one years of age. It was a tragic shame that you were three years away from being able to USE that specially-made hard cider...but a silly little thing like the law wasn't going to stop you.

 

When you got to the front of the line, the tough, honest farm girl grinned at you.

 

"Howdy there Anon, what'll it be?"

 

"One cup, please..." you said, handing over much more money than it costed.

 

"One cup? Y'all know it's only a couple bits, right? Or didja want a few more?"

 

You leaned in closer, murmuring, "AJ...uhh, I was wondering if you had some...harder, cider, to sell to me...?"

 

She shook her head firmly. "Mmm, nuh uh, Non...if Ah got caught sellin' ya some of the big boy stuff, mah family would be sacked and Ah'd be behind bars..."

 

You wrung your hands together. "Pleeease, with an apple on top...there's this one girl in school I like, and-"

 

Her eyes shot open. "...Oh, that's what it is...say no more, Anon...just...leave me all those bits ya put down, and Ah'll just sloooowly turn the other way...but Ah'm not bailin' ya out if ya get caught...ok? This is just a one time thing, fer a lonely friend...and ya'd better actually ask her out!"

 

You nodded quickly, mouthing 'thank you' to your fine farmer friend. She gave you a thumbs up, pointing to the back of her family's truck. Slowly and discreetly, you removed a small keg that read 'Hard', slipping it into your backpack. You then made your way back into the school.

 

Down the quiet locker-filled halls you ran, until you reached the end of the dimly-lit north wing. Sighing, you stopped in front of a door, reading the sign on the front.

 

'Mrs. Cloudy Quartz, After School tutoring'

 

Lord have mercy, you hated her. Not because she was mean to you or anything, though...for some odd reason, she gave birth to Pinkie Pie, one of the greatest girls in the school. And yet she was her polar opposite. Dull, high-and-mighty, and really knew her way around a vein of ore. And she really didn't like her job...

 

The only reason you ever came here was because Wallflower usually stayed an hour after classes to get homework done. So you slipped into the room, making your way through the jumbled desks and various kids who needed extra help. After spotting Wallflower, you sat down next to her in the back corner of the creepily-dim classroom. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, resting on another chair. Her feet crossed one over the other, and they swayed back and forth periodically while she worked.

 

Since Mrs. Quartz was busy helping another student with his history homework, you steeled yourself and tapped the tip of her slipper to get her attention, since she was knee-deep in a math problem. "Helloooo, Miss Blush..."

 

She turned to you, her bored expression bouncing up into a smile, and whispered, "Oh, hi Anon...you're usually here before me, what's going on?"

 

"Don't you remember? Today's March 17..."

 

A lightbulb turned on over her head. "Oh yeaaaahh, Cider Day...I kinda got bored of hearing everyone sing along to those two scam artists..."

 

You shook your head, smiling. "You and me both...but I was kinda hoping you'd come out to buy some, and then we could knock 'em back together..."

 

She jolted, staring at you, taken aback. "Wait...are you...?"

 

And then it hit you, what you just said. You forgot to even drink that courage-sauce, before you told her how you felt.

 

"Um...I didn't mean to...I mean, I would have said that a little smoother if I had-"

 

She leaned forward, blushing madly and grabbing your wrists with all her might, tears causing her eyes to shine slightly.

 

"Anon...please, tell me this isn't a prank..."

 

You slipped your wrists out of her grip, taking a deep breath. Your heart raced as you gripped her tender hands, and stared into her widened eyes.

 

You whispered to her, "This isn't a prank...I swear..."

 

"W-why did you wait so long to tell me? I've wanted a boyfriend like you for so long...one that I could actually trust and relate to...and you came along, and I was too afraid I'd just get brushed off again..."

 

She kissed your lips briefly, leaving you stunned for a few seconds.

 

"I-I've always wanted to do that...y-youre not mad at me...right?"

 

You shook your head quickly, leaning down to her and kissing her again, this time putting HER in shock. Her face was beet red, but she couldn't bring herself to resist you.

 

You decided to break the ice, the nerve-wracking fear slowly wearing off, now that you knew she liked you. "Maybe we could celebrate Cider Day together over at m-"

 

"Let's go to my house. Please," she interrupted.

 

You shrugged, and happily acquiesced to her request, regardless of her reasoning. Both of you slipped out of after-school tutoring soon afterwards, joining hands and taking a slow, romantic stroll a few blocks away.

 

As soon as you two reached her home, Wallflower stood on her tiptoes and gave you another kiss. You happily returned it, gently stroking her back as she led you both into her humble little apartment. She kicked off her warm, soft slippers haphazardly, exposing the ankle socks underneath. Her toes curled slightly once the cool air of the apartment flowed through them.

 

"So...you said you had cider for us to drink...?" Wallflower Blush asked.

 

You snapped back to attention, and grinned mischievously. "Not just ANY cider, my dear...but I had Applejack sell me the GOOD stuff..."

 

"B-but that's illegal! We're both three years too young!!" she protested.

 

You chuckled, pulling out the small keg of hard cider from your backpack. "Good ol' Applejack sold this to me if I promised to ask you out...I thought I needed to drink some to work up the nerve, but I forgot...so uhh, more cider for us! ...Please?"

 

A moment of silence followed, with Wallflower's eyes moving back and forth between you and the sweet Apple family nectar. She took a deep breath and nodded.

 

"...You know what, Anon...pour me a glass...I don't wanna waste all of it..." she said, "we'll get to be the 'cool' kids for once...heh..."

 

You made your way to her tiny kitchen, grabbed a pair of tankards out of one of her cabinets, and returned to pour the highly-prized fluid into each large cup.

 

"To us...may we never forget this day..." you said, clinking your glass to hers.

 

You both took a large swig at the same time, and began to discuss how lucky it was that you found one another. "Man, am I glad I got YOU for most of my classes..."

 

Several drinks, and some increasingly deep and intimate conversation later...

 

You tipped back your glass of frothy cider, enjoying the bittersweet taste as it ran down your throat. You felt slightly reinvigorated...and slightly dizzy too. You'd been alone your whole life though, what difference was one more drink going to make?

 

Wallflower Blush certainly didn't disagree. She knew EXACTLY how you felt, and she was determined to make that feeling of loneliness end. She kissed your cheek and placed her legs up on your lap, taking a sip of hers as well. She was by no means a heavy drinker, but was happy to keep you company while you did so.

 

Your eyes peered down to the tightly-fit jeans that hugged the curve of her hips, and her slender legs. They gave the appearance of stocks or cuffs around her ankles, as if they were not meant to be able to slide back through the legs, thereby escaping your touch. Her socked feet scrunched and relaxed, free of the confines of those warm slippers she usually wore.

 

You leaned forward slightly and gently ran the back of your hand along the curve of her left arch, back and forth, sensually. In your slightly buzzed state, the two socked soles capturing all your attention, like they did in any classes you had with her. Wallflower giggled softly, her cheeks going slightly rosy.

 

"Um...Anon? Anon, those...are my feet...what're you up to...?"

 

You scooted over, further away from her so her feet were resting against your lap, and placed your cider on the nearby coffee table. Your hands then made their way to the sides of her feet to remove the obstructions hiding them from view.

 

"Are you...trying to get into my socks...? I...guess it's alright? Seeing as it's for the one who actually pays attention to me..." she said, cringing just slightly at the twitching sensation below her foot. But she decided to indulge you regardless.

 

Her left sole weighed down on your shaft, the soft fabric of her sock sliding up and down your rapidly-forming bulge, forcing you to let out a blissful moan. With all of the unintentional teasing you endured during class, holding back against this...dream come true, was even more difficult. Even through the layers of clothing, her foot gliding back and forth was bringing you close to the edge.

 

All it took was a few seconds before you temporarily had to place Wallflower's feet off to the side, and propped your legs up on the coffee table, reaching down to remove your jeans. You needed to enjoy this thoroughly.

 

However...you forgot that there was a tankard of cider on the coffee table, and the liquid courage splashed out and spilled all over both of her socks, while her feet were on the floor.

 

"Oh what the-seriously?! Anoooon...c'mon now...my socks are all soaked now..." Wallflower whined, scrunching her toes and facepalming. She pulled one of her legs up to her waist, grabbing onto her left sock to remove it.

 

"Wait, wait...I can fix this, I swear..." you said. Your unforgettable crush shook her head, sighing and placing her soaked feet on your lap once again. You immediately got to work, peeling off the left sock. You took this painfully slow, to tease yourself and to enjoy every inch of bare skin revealed.

 

Her bare foot was amazing. Its length and width seemed too perfect to be true, the curve of her arch was just high enough to be noticable, and every one of her toes looked slender and inviting. You grabbed onto her foot tightly, and her toes wiggled in response.

 

"Wait...did you spill that cider on purpose...?" she inquired, "you know you could've just ASKED t-WHA?!?"

 

Before she could finish her sentence, your tongue took a greedy swipe at her bare green sole, from heel to big toe. Wallflower Blusb...blushed, and covered her mouth, shutting her eyes. The tender flesh of her foot was infused with the taste of that sweet, sweet cider, and you couldn't get enough of it.

 

"O-ok, ok, ok, l-let's talk about this first..." Wallflower begged. You felt her foot tug backwards weakly, but her legs tightened and tensed slightly with every violating slip of your tongue under her foot. So you decided to keep on going, wrapping your lips around each individual emerald-hued digit, sucking on it without mercy.

 

Meanwhile, with many of her toes confined to the meager space inside your mouth, you reached down to her other foot and grabbed onto her other alcohol-sogged sock to pull it off. She clenched her teeth and gently slapped your hand away, huffing and trying not to focus on the slimy sensation dancing around her toes.

 

"Ok ok, f-fine, h-here's my other foot...happy??" she stuttered, immediately peeling her other sock off. She refused to look in your direction, but her cider-slickened skin wrinkled as she curled her toes.

 

Yes. You were VERY happy. Happy enough to let her left foot loose from your mouth, and grab her right foot by the back. You immediately pulled it close enough to smear on your face, placing a deep, lustful kiss directly on the ball of her foot. You continued to do so down the length of her sole, savoring every drop of the cider that soaked through to her feet. Each kiss after the first caused her to let out a few frustrated giggles, and to try and scrunch her toes to lessen the ticklishness.

 

"Mmmyahahaha...mmhh..." Wallflower suddenly moaned, and then slammed her lips shut. While in the middle of a kiss to her lower arch, your eyes peered through her toes to see her covering her mouth, but her face was still visible, an adorable tie-dye of green and red.

 

"I-I didn't say anything! J-just go back to your creepy foot make-out and shut up...I-I'll even let you cum over them..." she murmured, flexing her right foot so the toes gripped your forehead.

 

Before you could say anything, she started to grind the underside of her bare left foot against your crotch. Her big and second toes gripped onto the zipper, pulling it downwards and dragging her arch over your clothed tip.

 

"S-see...? Nngh...J-just keep this quiet, and you get my bare feet...deal?" she stuttered, a tiny hand slipping into her jeans and gently stroking her sopping slit. You nodded, gulping and removing the rest of your jeans for her. Wallflower's toes slipped into your boxers and pulled out your twitching member, and her right foot dragged down over your face, along your chest and belly, and finally to your lap, to meet her other well-loved sole.

 

Everything was blurred slightly in your line of vision. Everything except Wallflower's adorable, sensitive soles, now lovingly (or perhaps reluctantly, it was hard to tell in your buzzed state) wrapped around your leaking shaft. The beautiful, VERY noticable wallflower pulled one of her feet backwards, so her toes could lock onto the side of your cock, holding it still while the other sole stroked it in circles.

 

The warmth of her slightly blushing sole, and the flexibility of her toes were driving you crazy with pleasure. Every time her toes pressed together around your member, you spurted a little bit of pre over them, causing her to flinch slightly and look anywhere around the room except for you. But her feet didn't stop running along your pole, nor did her fingers stop rubbing herself between her legs.

 

"C'mon...j-just finish up already, th-this feels so weird...maybe this'll help? Aaahh..." Wallflower said, between strained groans of unwilling pleasure. She splayed her toes widely, and slid your length between each of the spaces between them. Every time her toes slid down to your hilt, the two toes gripping you clenched tightly together to squeeze you like a vice.

 

You threw your head back and let out a happy, pleasured grunt, intent on holding yourself back as long as possible. The toes lovingly squeezing your member were to be enjoyed slowly, like a fine glass of whiskey. To finish over them at the first stroke would simply be rude.

 

"A-are...oooOOHHH...y-you holding back on me? When...you do your thing, t-try not to get my clothes all dirty...I'd have to wash them..." she said. Turning her attention to your shaft finally, she moved both of her supple soles to the sides of your member, her tongue just peeking out of her mouth in concentration.

 

Wallflower was now giving you a footjob like she'd been doing it her entire life, despite no one ever showing the poor girl attention, much less her beautiful soles. Her slick feet, now completely free of cider spillage, began to rub against each other, alternating strokes at an increasingly quicker pace. Her arches were hugged much more tightly around your dripping length.

 

You couldn't take the warm, smooth assault from her feet anymore, and thrusted forward between her appealing soles. The orgasm that rocked your body occurred almost exactly at the moment her peak did, and you shot off your warm seed at the end of the thrust.

 

The first spurt landed on her cheek, causing her to flinch and shield her face. The second landed on the sleeve of her woolly sweater, the third on her torso. The rest of them covered her tight jeans in sticky fluid, but she was too into her own peak pleasure for a time to do anything about the disaster. She calmed down momentarily, noticing the mess on her clothing. But she still made sure to rub her curvy soles up and down your shaft, her annoyed eyes locked to yours.

 

As the final weak spurts covered her soles and her tightly-curled toes, she slowed her stroking to a standstill, keeping her feet rested in your lap. She facepalmed and groaned, "Anon, didn't you hear me? Now my clothes are all filthy...I gotta take 'em off to wash them..."

 

"U-umm..." you said, chuckling nervously when you saw how much of your load got onto her sweater and jeans. She sighed, smiling and shaking her head, slipping off her sweater, to reveal no shirt or bra underneath, tossing it away. Her breasts were immaculate-looking, bounced hypnotically with almost every one of her movements, and they shone slightly with a sheen of sweat from earlier.

 

"Are you happy your little plan worked, you pervy weirdo...? Err...I guess that's the pot calling the kettle black..." she mumbled, giggling. After a little bit of struggling, she managed to pull off her curve-hugging jeans, the front of which were soaked with her sweet-smelling juices. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her curvy hips, her life-saving thighs, or her perky little butt. Her face may have been as red as a tomato while you stared at her, but at least she seemed SLIGHTLY more comfortable this time.

 

Wallflower sighed and sat back down with you, resting her head of flowing emerald hair on your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her waist, running your hand up and down her side. This caused her to reciprocate the loving gesture for you.

 

"No matter how invisible you feel, or left out...just...know that there's one person who could never forget how beautiful you truly are..." you sighed, as she propped her feet up on the coffee table.

 

She curled her seed-soaked toes. "Are you talking to my feet...?"

 

"Maaaaybe..." you chuckled.

 

"Oh fine, I'll take what I can get..." she said, kissing your cheek and leaning sideways, resting her head on your lap. Your hand ran through her hair as you closed your eyes, relaxing, more satisfied than you've ever been in your life.