>Today was a busy day at Sugarcube Corner
>The Cakes had asked you to help Pinkie with baking and decorating treats for a party they would be catering, as they had to attend Pumpkin and Pound's Kindergarten open house
>Of course you agreed
>Not just for the pay
>But for her
>Pinkie let out a small giggle, bringing you back to reality
>"C'mon, stop recapping inside your head. We got brownies to bake!"
>Yep, that's Pinkie
>Everything was going smoothly until about noon
>That's when you were hit with a huge lunch rush
>By 2 o'clock, you must have had at least 20 customers, all craving pastry and pastry accessories
>Pinkie's signature energy levels were quickly dropping
>You both took turns managing the register and getting that order filled
>Finally, the last batch of strawberry tarts were in the oven
>Glancing at the clock, you saw it was 6
"Welp, closing time."
>Walking towards the window, you flip the sign to "closed"
>Turning around, you saw Pinkie as you never have before
>Tired
>Kneeling by her side, you ask
"You okay?"
>She flashes her trademark smile, albeit pained
>"Yeah... j-just a little tired..."
>A little?
>"Still, I can't believe we got the entire order done AND survived the most vicious lunch rush EVER!"
>She waves her arms for emphasis
>Chuckling at her outburst, you glance at her shirt
>Completely covered in flour, icing, jelly, and who knows what that blue stuff is
"I'd say it's time for a bath."
>Pinkie giggles and nods
>"Yeppers! Not only do I look like the entire kitchen threw up on me, I'm also super hot and sweaty!"
>S-Sweaty?
>Well, those sneakers look pretty hot
>Y'know, temperature wise
>Maybe you could...
>NO! BAD BRAIN! We don't perv on our friends!
>"Hey, you okay?"
>Pinkie's talking! Say something!
"Huh? O-Oh yeah, I'm fine."
>"You sure? 'Cuz you look like you were thinking about something really hard. And your face is kinda red, too."
>Placing your hand over your cheek, you quickly turn away
"Oh, y'know, hot."
>"Oh, I DO know! I'm hot ALL over! Especially my feet!"
>!!!!!!
"T-That so?"
>"Hmm-mm! But that's what'cha get when you're on them all day! Stinky, sweaty, smelly..."
"Pinkie..."
>"...cheesy, funky..."
"Pinkie!"
>"...slimy feet!"
"PINKIE!"
>She blinks a couple of times before a frown begins forming
>"Oh, sorry. Did I gross you out?"
>Far from it
"Nah, you were just talking, uh, too loud. Say, I gotta use the bathroom."
>"Okey Dokey Lokey!"
>While in the bathroom, you splash some cold water on your face and try to calm down
>The coolness feels refreshing against your warm skin
>A quick glance in the mirror reveals a small blush that refuses to leave your cheeks
>With your urges under control, you head back to the lobby
"Alright, Pinks, what do you say w-"
>The sentence dies in your throat, as Pinkie sat on the couch reading a magazine...
>With her feet up on the couch arm and her shoes off...
>Her pink tipped socked toes wiggle slightly as you walk up to her
>She glances up from the page
>"Everything come out okay?" she jokes
>Simply giving a nod, Pinkie continues
>"I was just resting for a little bit. Hey! Once we're done cleaning, you wanna go over to Applejack's? Of course, it was pretty hot today... I bet AJ is even more hot and tired than we are!"
>She lets out a quick gigglesnort
>You hadn't even thought of AJ
>Pinkie might get a little sweaty
>But Applejack... unf...
>Luckily, Pinkie had gone back to reading her magazine and you were able to compose yourself before she looks back up
>"So? You wanna?"
"Sure, don't see why we can't."
>"Great!"
>After cleaning up the kitchen, Pinkie went to go freshen up
>Soon, you were on your way to Sweet Apple Acres
>By the time you reach the farm, a beautiful sunset dances across the sky
>Is Celestia or Luna responsible for those?
>Oh well
>Through the orange light, you can make out a figure carrying something into the barn
>Must be Appajak
>No one works after sunset but her
>As you and Pinkie approach the barn, a voice can be heard
>"Phew! What a scorcher! Can't believe Ah got it done mahself, no thanks t'Mac... And then that incident with Rainb-"
>Applejack's eyes widen as she sees Pinkie standing there
>She is also blushing
>"Oh! Uh, howdy Pinkie. Wasn't expectin' any vis-"
>Suddenly, her eyes shift to you
>"Anon!"
>She desperately tries to remove the wrinkles from her shirt
>"So, uh, what brings y'all out here?"
>"To see you, silly!"
>"Shoot, sugarcube. That was mighty sweet of ya, but Ah'm not really up fer entertain'."
>Pinkie's eyes start watering
>"W-Why? Are you hurt? DID I DO SOMETHING WRONG?!"
>"No, no! Nothin' like that! Ah'm just tired, is all."
>Her blush seemed to deepen
>"And Ah'm not all that fresh..."
>AJ is right, she doesn't exactly smell like roses
"C'mon, AJ, you don't smell that bad."
>That seems to calm her down a bit
>"Really? Heh. Well, if ya say so, Anon."
>Clearing her throat, Applejack asks
>"So what'id y'all have in mind?"
>Pinkie fidgets with her hair while thinking
>"Hmm, I know! Anon should pick!"
"Me?"
>"Sure, sugarcube! 'Sides, neither of us have let ya get a word in since ya got here."
>You lightly scratch your chin
"Well, we're all pretty tired. How about a picnic?"
>Just then, Applejack's stomach growls
>"Whoo! Ya must'a read mah mind!"
>"Or your stomach!" Pinkie added
>"Ah'll just run in an' grab some snacks an' lemonade."
>"No need!"
>Pinkie shakes her head and assorted baked goods fly out of her curls
"Don't suppose you got a blanket in there?"

...

>After the blanket had been placed, the three of you began enjoying the treats, breathing in the refreshing night air
>Well, maybe not THAT refreshing
>Pinkie never showered, only changed her clothes
>And Applejack just got done working
>Speaking of AJ, she was saying something
>"Whooee, mah dog's are barkin.' Y'all mind if Ah take these boots off?"
>!
"I-If you want."
>AJ reached down and began tugging on her boots
>You could swear you hear a squelching noise as both boots slide off her overworked feet
>Her dingy socks are quick to disappear next
>Feeling the cool breeze between her wriggling toes, Applejack sighs in relief
>"Ah~... You would not believe how much sweat collects in those," she frankly comments
>The smell of stale sweat hits you square in the face
>Pinkie, however, doesn't seem too bothered
>"That's funny. I was just telling Anon earlier how stinky, sweaty, smelly, cheesy, funky, and slimy MY feet get after a long day, too!"
>"Oh? Did he run screamin'?"
>"Nope! He just got really red and then went to the bathroom."
>pinkie what r u doin
>"Red?"
>"Uh-huh! Kinda like right now!"
>Pinkie points to your face
>pinkie stahp
"I was just hot."
>Applejack's eyelids drop
>"Whad'ya do in that bathroom, sugarcube?"
>Crap
>Applejack isn't as naive as Pinkie, it seems
>"Applejack! You don't ask what others do in the bathroom! That's private!"
"Y-Yeah..."
>AJ chuckles
>"Yeah, yer right. Sorry."
>She turns her head to face you
>"Say, Anon, mah feet are jus' killin' me. Don't suppose you'd be a gentleman an' rub 'em fer me?"
>She practically shoves her foot in your face, with a predatory grin quickly forming on her own
>Okay, calm down
>AJ is just teasing
>Don't give her what she wants
"Yes, Miss Jacqueline." you say, putting on your best snobby butler accent
>Taking her foot in hand, you soon realize she wasn't exaggerating
>Her foot is sticky with dry sweat, with little specks of dirt littered around
>Other than those imperfections, her feet look fine
>No blisters, no sores, nothing
>Another feature would be their size, easily a women's size 12
>"Ahem."
>Your blood freezes as you realize you have not been very subtle with your examination
>"If yer dun gawkin', Ah'd like mah massage."
"Heh, sorry."
>"It's rude t'stare, y'know."
>You start the massage by kneading your thumbs into her ball where most of the tension is
>AJ lets out a small moan of pleasure
>"Wow, this feels really go-ahhh!~"
>Your thumb must have hit a sore tendon
>Sliding down, you begin on her arch
>"Ooh! That looks really fun! Can I have a turn? Can I? Can I?!"
>Pinkie was oblivious as usual
"Soon as I'm done with AJ here."
>Applejack's heel is a little rough, but still manageable
>Once done with her right foot, you give her left some love too
>Pinkie is literally jumping up and down as she waited
>Finally finished, you placed both feet in your lap
>"Whooo~ Ah'm sleepin' good t'night! Thanks, sugarcube."
>She then discreetly pushes down on your crotch with her left foot
>"Ah might jus' have t'keep ya around."
>There's that grin
>But she is also blushing
>"Okay, she's done! My turn!"
>Pinkie practically shoves AJ off the blanket
"All right. Let's get those shoes off."
>"Don't worry, they already are!"
>Looking down, her feet were indeed bare
"But you just..."
>Oh wait, it's Pinkie. Duh.
>Pinkie's feet are notably smaller than AJ's
>More dainty, too
>And they smelled... sweet?
>She must have stepped in something back at the bakery
>Time to get started
>You apply pressure to the ball as you did AJ
>Pinkie's foot is a lot softer and you're able to really knead the skin
>"Ooooh~ I didn't know it felt this good~"
>Pinkie is practically purring, much to your amusement
>Looking over at Applejack, you see her grin has vanished
>In its place is a slightly annoyed frown
>Is she mad?
>>Is she... jealous?
>After another five minutes of Pinkie's cooing, the massage is over
>She looks up at you with sleepy eyes
>"Mmm, that was really nice. Thanks."
>Her once excited, loud voice is replaced by a calm, soft one

...

>After polishing off the rest off the treats, the three of you decide to call it a night
>After packing up, the girls step back into their footwear
>Pinkie gave a weary smile as she starts towards Sugarcube Corner
"You going to bed?"
>"Yeah, all that baking has left me pooped."
>Applejack lets out a yawn
>"Think Ah'll turn in, too."
"Alright. See you girls in the morning."
>After saying goodbyes, you are about to head home when AJ brushes by you, grazing your leg with her boot as she passes
>"Don't let them bedbugs bite, sugarcube."
>Now you are alone
>Might as well get some sleep
>As you walk home, you have an eerie feeling that you're being watched
>Eh, you're just tired

...

>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Wuzzat?"
>KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
>"Anon! Get your lazy butt down here!"
>That raspy, tomboyish voice can only belong to one Miss Rainbow Dash
>Groaning, you throw on a pair of pants and head downstairs
"What is it, Dash?"
>Opening the front door, you see... not Dash
>Instead, it's some dykey looking girl with snow white hair, purple highlights and leather... everything
>Dash is standing next to her
>"Anon, I'd like you to meet my old buddy, Gilda!"
>"Sup?"
>"See, me 'n Gilda were tight during flight school. Afterwards, we kinda lost touch until she found me in town a couple years ago. She... didn't exactly get along with my friends here... but she's cool now! Right, Gilds?"
>'Gilds' picks her teeth
>"Huh? Oh yeah, sure."
>She then flicks what was on her finger
"Uh-huh... How long did you say she was staying?"
>"A whole month! Isn't that awesome?!"
>Marvelous
"Well, it's nice to, uh, finally meet you. I'm Anonymous, but you can call me An-"
>"We don't have time for your weird name, Anon! I gotta tell everyone Gilda's back!"
>Dash runs off to the town square
>You begin closing your door, but Gilda stops you with her boot
"What the hell?"
>"Listen, dweeb, the only reason I'm wasting my time with you is because I saw you in the field last night."
>!!
"Field? I don't..."
>Gilda grins
>"I also saw what you three were doing."
>!!!!!!
"Fine, you caught me. I was-"
>"And how much you hated it!"
>What
"What."
>"You should have seen the look on your face! So embarrassed! So disgusted!"
>Gilda is nearly in tears from laughing
>"Seriously, how much did they pay you?"
"Pay?"
>"Of course, dweeb. No one would willingly touch someone else's nasty ass feet."
>Gilda must not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but hey, your secret's safe
>Well, you're pretty sure Applejack knows now
>"So you did it for free? What a nice guy." she says in a mocking tone
"Is there a point to this little story?"
>"The point is, Nice Guy, I know how to make your life miserable."
"And that is...?"
>Grinning deviously, Gilda raises one foot and stomps down
>A faint squelching noise is heard within the boot
>"That."
>Don't you dare boner...
>Gilda sees the look on your face and laughs
>"Aw, shaking in your boots already. More like MY boots."
>You decide to play along
"Why are you doing this? I don't even know you!"
>"But you know Dash. Last time, that pink-haired idiot almost ruined what me and Dash had. That's not happening again."
"Hey! Where the hell do you get off talking about Pinkie that way?!"
>Gilda sneers
>"So you're friends with her? This is gonna be even more fun!"
>Shit. Shouldn't have said that
>"I'm going to make your little girlfriend pay soon. Bur for now, you better stay away."
>You start to say something, but Dash's voice rings out
>"Gilda? Gilda where'd you go?!"
>Gilda turns her head to the sound of the voice
>"Er, coming, Dash!"
>She turns back to face you
"Remember, dweeb; stay away."
>With that, she begins walking toward Dash's call
>"Oh, and nice body."
>Huh?
>Oh yeah, you forgot your shirt
>Four long weeks...
>This is bad