>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.