The Game
It was just another warm, sunny day in the Spring. Button Mash was making his way to Carousel Boutique. His best friend, Sweetie Belle, invited him to play a new “game”, for which she said she needed a second player to “experience it fully”. One thing was bothering the adult teen brown-haired boy as he walked.
“Sweetie Belle said I don’t have to bring any game pads or my console… She said she had everything arranged. I wonder what kind of game this actually is? Probably some 3-D platformer or a fighting game... “
Just as he was approaching the boutique, he heard Sweetie Belle’s voice and noticed her head appearing in the window.
“Hey, Button! Come upstairs, the door’s open!”
“Okay!” the boy replied.
He pushed the door open, taking in the decor of the living room. There was no one in, save for Rarity's cat, Opalescence, sleeping on the couch. Button Mash walked up the stairs to reach Sweetie Belle’s room. As soon as he opened the door and entered, his jaw dropped.
“Hi, Button.”
Sweetie Belle was lying on her bed, wearing her schoolgirl outfit, consisting of a white short-sleeved shirt, purple skirt and a pair of white socks. She was using her arms as a pillow and stretched out her legs. Button Mash managed to regain his senses after a few seconds.
“Wow, Sweetie Belle… you look so beautifully…” he blurted out, causing Sweetie to giggle.
“Thanks. Could you close the door, please?” she asked.
Button did so, then turned himself back to Sweetie Belle. As he made his way back towards her, Sweetie shifted from lying down and opted to sit up, playfully kicking her legs through the air.
“Hey, where’s your sister?” Button asked.
“She went to do some shopping,” Sweetie Belle replied. “She will be away for at least another hour. There is no one here… besides us.”
Button began to feel a bit warmer inside.
“That’s… great. So, what is this game you wanted to play with me?”
“I’ll tell you in a moment. But first, there’s something we need to talk about,” said Sweetie Belle.
“What’s that?”
Sweetie Belle motioned for Button to come a bit closer. He did so, being unprepared for what happened next.
As he began to move closer and closer to Sweetie Belle, she suddenly lifted her right leg and kicked Button in the stomach. That unexpected action caught him completely off guard, forcing him onto his knees.
“What the—”
Before he could process what had actually happened, Sweetie pushed him to the floor. Button fell on his back. Then he felt something landed on his stomach. He looked to see Sweetie’s right foot and her face adorning an angry expression.
“I’ve been observing you for a while now, Button. I’ve noticed that you were keeping your eyes on a certain asset of my body. Before we start playing, I’ll need you to confess.”
“C-Confess?” Button asked in confusion.
“That’s right. I want it to be clear between us. Come on, spill the beans!”
She pressed her foot a bit harder, making Button cringe. He didn’t exactly feel like talking about this. He only told one person about it and wanted to keep it a secret. But now it became obvious to him that Sweetie Belle finally caught on to the way he was acting around her recently. Maybe it had something to do with that day on the swimming pool too… where he seemingly kept staring at the ground and not making eye contact with her…
“Well?!” Sweetie Belle pressed further.
Button felt sweat forming on his forehead.
“I… I…”
“Talk! I want to hear it!”
“I… All right, I…”
Button gulped loudly before he said in a resigned tone.
“I have a foot fetish.”
A triumphant smirk appeared on Sweetie Belle face.
“Just as I thought.”
She finally stopped pinning Button Mash to the floor and returned back on her bed. Button was still lying down, not capable of making any movement.
“Sweetie Belle, please don’t hate me.” he pleaded.
The girl turned and rose an eyebrow.
“Why would I hate you?” she asked.
“‘Cause I… I’ve read somewhere on the Internet that people with fetishes are considered weirdos… and other people don’t really like them.”
Button blushed a little when he said that. It felt really embarrassing for him. But, to his surprise, Sweetie Belle helped him stand up, then sat back on the bed.
“Listen, Button, let’s make something clear. I’m not going to hate you just because you have a foot fetish.”
“R-Really? You won’t?”
Sweetie Belle shook her head and smiled a bit.
“In fact, I think I like you even more now. I know we’re both going to enjoy our little game, now.”
Button felt a little more relieved now. He walked up to Sweetie Belle and sat on the floor in front of her. Before he could ask anything, Sweetie Belle pushed him to the floor and put her foot on his stomach again.
“Uhh… So, did we start yet?” he asked.
“No, silly, I still have to tell you the rules,” Sweetie Belle giggled.
“Oh… right,” Button Mash chuckled nervously.
“Don’t worry. There are just two simple rules you’ll need to follow. If you do, things will work out just fine.”
“OK…”
“First; for the duration of the game, until I say it’s over, you’re going to refer to me as ‘Mistress’. You understand?” the girl asked.
“Uh… sure.”
Button immediately felt that Sweetie Belle put some more weight onto him.
“Say that again?”
“I mean… yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie Belle smiled a little.
“Good. And second; you are going to do everything I tell you to. If you displease your mistress, I’m going to have to punish you. Is that clear?”
Button nodded frantically as he let out a loud gulp.
“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t plan on being too rough. After all, this is my first time playing this game… And I really want to enjoy it,” Sweetie Belle added with a suggestive tone.
“Um, can I ask you a question Sweetie— I mean, Mistress Sweetie Belle?”
Button Mash managed to correct himself before the girl could bring more weight on his belly.
“Speak.”
“Where did you learned about his game, anyway?”
“From my sister,” Sweetie Belle replied with sincerity.
She explained briefly that Rarity has been inviting her friends, mostly Fluttershy or Applejack, to play this “game” with them. The initial precariousness about it quickly disappeared when it became apparent that both Rarity and her submissive playmate were actually enjoying it.
Sweetie Belle happened to witness one such “game” with Fluttershy after coming back from high school and she observed everything through a keyhole, seeing Rarity utterly dominating Fluttershy with her feet. After the fact, when Sweetie Belle tried to ask her older sister more about it, she only said that it is meant to relieve everyday stress. Additionally, Rarity stated that Sweetie Belle will have to wait for at least another year, until she turned nineteen, to know the details about the “game”. But Sweetie Belle didn’t wanted to wait so long, and kept on quietly observing Rarity’s behavior during these “games”, taking various notes.
The girl spent the last week trying to put everything in order and all that was needed now was a “second player”. She initially wanted to ask either Apple Bloom or Scootaloo to try it out, but dismissed that thought because she knew they would consider it a little too weird for their tastes and she didn’t want to risk damaging her relationship with her best friends.
“So I figured you would be a perfect second player, Button,” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Well, now that we got that out of the way, are you ready to start?”
Sweetie Belle lifted her foot off Button Mash’s stomach and returned back on her bed. Button needed a moment to put everything into perspective, then it finally hit him. Now he had some private time with his best friend, almost girlfriend, and though initially surprised by Sweetie’s dominant side, he did not mind.
Button Mash got up from the floor, but remained in a kneeling position. He nodded his head, which brought a smirk on Sweetie’s face.
“All right. Let’s see… How should we start… Oh, I know. How about you come here and take my socks off, Button?” she asked innocently.
“Y-Yes… Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Button knew she was just acting, but the thought of being so close to Sweetie Belles’ feet made him nervous again.
“I gotta keep myself under control…” he thought.
When Button got close enough, Sweetie Belle extended her left leg and allowed the boy to slowly remove the white sock from her foot. When he did, she even wiggled her toes a little, clearly trying to tease Button Mash. She then extended her other leg and Button removed a sock from the right foot as well. He put them away on the side of the bed.
Another smirk appeared on Sweetie Belle’s face, as another idea sprung into her mind.
“You did a fine job, Button. Now massage my feet, please.”
“Y-Yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Feeling some drops of sweat sliding down his back, Button carefully took Sweetie Belle’s left foot and pressed his thumbs against her sole, rubbing it in circles. Sweetie Belle felt relaxed. She sighed and briefly closed her eyes.
“Mmm… this feels… nice…” she said slowly.
Button Mash felt even warmer now. As he was touching Sweetie Belle’s foot, he felt excited, too. Sweetie Belle was really taking care of her feet; they were soft, smooth and he could even sense a nice smell from them.
“Did she had a bath before…?” Button wondered to himself. “Even if not, she must’ve been planning this for a while. Did she really read me so easily…?”
Sweetie Belle let out a small gasp as Button kept rubbing her sole with his thumbs before moving to her toes, giving each of them some loving attention. Sweetie Belle felt really impressed.
“Hey, you’re pretty good at this,” she said.
“Thanks,” Button replied.
Sweetie Belle then put her left foot away, feeling satisfied. Button now moved to her right foot. First he ran his fingers through her sole before he started the massage, again firmly rubbing his thumbs around Sweetie’s foot. The girl let out a couple of moans again.
“This isn’t the first time you’re doing a foot massage, is it?” Sweetie asked.
“No. I’ve actually given some to my mom,” Button replied sincerely.
“Your mom?”
“Yeah. She’s the only person that knows about my fetish… excluding you, that is.”
Though Sweetie Belle really liked the way Button was caressing her foot, she felt the need to ask.
“So… How long you’ve been having it?”
“For a year or so, I think.”
Button explained to her that one day, when his mom felt really tired, he offered her a little foot massage. Before he knew it, he got a little carried away and ended up sticking his nose between his mom’s toes to smell the odor of her foot. His mother certainly seemed surprised, but didn’t seem to mind it so much. That was when it started.
“The next time, she was actually rubbing her other foot against my cheek. Maybe she was testing my fetish, to see if it was real or something, I dunno,” Button Mash added.
Sweetie Belle was left a bit dumbfounded by this revelation, but quickly regained her senses.
“Wow, you’re lucky. Many parents would normally freak out when they would learn their kid has a fetish of some sort.”
“Probably, but not my mom. That’s why she’s the best,” Button chuckled.
The boy dug his thumbs a bit deeper into Sweetie Belle’s sole. She let out another pleasant moan.
“Mmm… feels so good…”
Sweetie Belle flicked her eyes to Button lap and slowly brought her other foot closer to a small bulge in his shorts, having a devilish little smile on her face. Button felt it, his muscles tensed. He suddenly stopped massaging Sweetie’s right foot, though he still kept his hands around it.
“Oh crap, not there…!” he thought. “Um, Sweetie Belle…”
In his rush, he forgot to address her properly. Sweetie Belle didn’t bring this up, but he could guess what was coming next.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, does it make you feel uncomfortable?” Sweetie asked with innocence.
“N-No, no, it’s just that… No one ever touches me there… Not like that, I mean…”
Button’s frantic explanation only further dared Sweetie Belle to try and exploit his fetish.
“It does feel a bit hard…” she said slowly. “Is it like that normally… or is it because I’m touching you there with my foot?”
That question nearly made Button panic.
“Sweetie Belle… I-I don’t feel like having to wash these shorts…”
Sweetie Belle knew she hit the right spot, but decided to try something else. Her expression suddenly changed to a more angry one.
“You’re afraid of getting a little dirty?!”
She snagged her right foot away from Button’s grasp. He felt totally confused.
“Hey, I’m not done yet—”
“Quiet!”
Sweetie Belle kicked Button in the stomach, essentially making him “bow” before her, then lifted her right leg and brought her foot down upon his head.
“You’re forgetting yourself, Button. Seems like I’ll have to punish you.”
She started rubbing her foot against his head, messing his hair a little. She did it for about a minute, as Button tried to calm himself down.
“That was close… I really need to be careful,” he thought.
When Sweetie Belle stopped messing with his hair, Button gasped a few times, trying to breath normally again and tried to stand up. Sweetie Belle forestalled his move and got up from her bed first, walking to his side and delivering another kick into his stomach. Button Mash lost balance and fell flat onto the floor. He was completely under Sweetie Belle’s control.
“Behave yourself, so I won’t have to do that again,” said Sweetie Belle. “But it’s not that I’m ungrateful. You did a great job massaging my feet. So now, I’m going to return the favor.”
She lifted her right leg and stepped on Button’s back, gripping her little toes a bit and stood like that for a moment before she said, slightly resigned:
“No, that won’t do…”
“Is… something wrong… Mistress Sweetie Belle?” Button asked.
“Your shirt is in the way. You’re going to have to take it off.”
“W-What?” Button exclaimed, caught completely off guard by that request.
Sweetie Belle stood in front of him, then slipped her right bare foot under Button’s chin and lifted it up a bit, making eye contact with him.
“I said, take your shirt off, if you want this game to continue,” Sweetie Belle reiterated in a slightly seductive tone.
Button wasn’t really sure about this, but since the heat of a warm, sunny day (not to mention the heat in his groin) was already getting to him, he let out a sigh.
“Yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Sweetie Belle smiled and allowed Button to get up on his knees for a moment. In a rather swift move, Button took the bronze shirt off, revealing his entire upper body. His face was already flushing pink. Sweetie Belle looked at him with a devilish smirk.
“Not bad… Now, lie down!” she ordered.
Button returned back to lying position, putting his shirt next to him and barely a few seconds later, Sweetie Belle stepped on his back again with her right bare foot. He could feel the soft skin rubbing his own, as he lied almost completely motionless, Button began wondering if this is really the same Sweetie Belle that he’s been talking through the phone a few days ago, when she invited him to play this “game”.
“I never knew she was capable of something like this…” he thought to himself. “But… if she’s having fun dominating me, then I’m not complaining.”
Sweetie Belle applied a bit more pressure with her foot and started caressing Button’s back with it, moving her sole through his spinal cord. It made him feel a bit relaxed, but it was cut abruptly when she pressed her foot even more on his back for a few seconds, then moved back a bit.
“Now, put the shirt back on,” Sweetie Belle told him.
Button was more than glad to do so. Once he lied down on his stomach again, Sweetie Belle suddenly kicked him in the hip, making him turn on his back. Then she walked up to him, standing right between his legs. She saw Button’s face blushing furiously and smirked again.
“We’re just getting started. Hope you’ll like what’s coming up.”
“Uhh… Uh-huh.”
That was all he could mutter. A moment later Sweetie Belle lifted her right leg again and stepped on Button exposed stomach with her bare foot, keeping her left arm on her hip. She immediately begun moving her foot in tiny circles, grinding her heel into his skin. Button Mash felt the pressure and started trembling nervously. He felt the bulge in his shorts growing slightly.
“Oh crap…” he thought. “Keep it together, man…”
Sweetie Belle giggled as she watched Button struggle under her foot.
“It’s so funny to see you squirm like that,” she said.
She came even closer to him, moving her foot to the chest and pressing a little harder. Button couldn’t do anything to resist. His inner fetish was reaching his limits. As his eyes kept flicking from Sweetie Belle’s smirk to her purple skirt to her slender legs and finally her bare foot being placed on his chest, the boy’s cheeks blushed even more.
Sweetie Belle leaned toward him, placing her arm on her leg and staring deep into Button’s eyes.
“I hope I’m not stepping too hard,” she said innocently.
Button shook his head, nearly breathless.
“N-No… Not at all… Please, keep stepping on me, Mistress…”
Now Sweetie Belle could really enjoy the sense of power she had over her friend, as it became apparent he started to show signs of liking her “game”, too. Though it seemed a little too sudden for her, so Sweetie asked him:
“So, you’re actually enjoying it? You enjoy being dominated?”
“By you? Anyday…” Button Mash gasped.
Those three words struck a whole new chord to Sweetie Belle. Another devilish smirk extended across her face. Things were going even better than she planned.
“Hmm… Then let’s try this…”
Sweetie Belle lifted her right foot away from Button’s chest and moved it right above his face. She teased him for a while, wiggling her toes and enjoying his expression of surprise, and maybe a little bit of lust. She could practically feel the heat on his cheeks when she finally brought her foot down upon the boy’s face.
Sweetie Belle’s foot was now covering Button’s lips and nose. His nose caught a lovely, almost enticing smell, being completely different from the usual foot odor one would expect. Her smell was so intoxicating for him, he wouldn’t mind if she just kept it in place. It was the voice above him, that snapped Button from his almost dream like pleasure.
“You like it, Button?” Sweetie Belle asked.
Only a muffled sound came from underneath her sole, but it sounded like he did. Sweetie Belle could now freely experiment with her friend’s sexual deviation.
“Well, don’t get too comfortable down there.”
Saying this, she started rubbing her bare foot against his face, moving it in small circles, applying only a small bit of pressure. Button initially lifted his arms off the floor and ran them down through Sweetie’s legs, causing a surge of excitement and pleasure within her. This caused her to put a little bit more pressure on Button’s face, as she kept rubbing it with her bare foot, although at a slower pace.
Button felt his bulge growing slightly again. However, another temptation came to his mind.
“Sweetie Belle’s foot is on my face… she’s actually rubbing it… It feels like a dream,” he thought. “If this keeps up… No, I can’t do that, she’ll kill me…”
Sweetie Belle’s playful giggle interrupted his thoughts.
“You’re such a good playmate, Button. It’s nice to see you know your place under your Mistress’ feet,” she said, continuously moving her foot in small circles on Button’s face.
“Mm-hm,” another positive sounding muffle came from the floor.
Sweetie Belle knew that Button started to enjoying her game, as she briefly moved her sight from his face to his shorts.
“Wow, wonder if he’s getting a bit worked up,” she thought. “It feels so good to have him under my feet. I knew he was the right choice, tee hee…”
The combination of Sweetie’s soft sole on his face, its sweet scent, her seductive actions and the feeling of excitement finally hit Button Mash at full force. He couldn’t resist his desire anymore.
“Aw, what the heck… You only live once,” he thought.
He stuck out his tongue and briefly licked Sweetie Belle’s sole. Though that was enough for her to notice.
“Eep!”
Sweetie Belle quickly lifted her foot off Button’s face and looked at her sole. She didn’t seen anything unusual, but she definitely felt what the boy did to her.
“Ewww… Why did you do that?!” she asked angrily.
Button couldn’t tell if this was a part of her acting or is she was being serious. He smiled sheepishly and muttered:
“Um… Sorry?”
Sweetie Belle slammed her foot down on his chest and leered at him.
“R-Really sorry?” Button asked again.
“Now I’m going to have to clean this up!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed.
She lifted her leg up and hovered her foot above Button’s face again. He knew what was about to happen now.
“Sweetie Belle, wait—”
The next thing he knew, his vision was utterly obscured by Sweetie Belle’s sole again. This time, however, she was rubbing his face much more violently and quickly than before. Button now knew that she was just acting, though his heart started to beat at a much faster rate.
Despite the pressure on his face, he actually didn’t mind being trampled by Sweetie Belle like this. She kept on rubbing her sole against his face for about a minute, secretly enjoying being the one in control. Not very often did she get a chance to be the one on top as she did now, wiping Button Mash’s face with her bare foot.
When she was done, Button kept lying on the floor, trying to catch his breath. His face was almost completely red now, either due to intense blushing or Sweetie Belle’s treatment. She put her foot on his chest again, feeling totally in charge and probably willing to do whatever she want with her friend.
“Well, Button?” she asked in a low tone.
“I-I’m sorry, Mistress Sweetie Belle… It won’t happen again,” the boy said in a breathless rush.
“It better not. Don’t do something unless I tell you to,” Sweetie Belle reminded him. “Remember, I’m the dominant one in this game and you are the submissive.”
“Yes, Mistress. I understand.”
Sweetie Belle smiled.
“Good boy. Now, what should I do next…” she wondered aloud.
Button kept fighting his thoughts for a moment until he found the courage to speak.
“M-Mistress… Can I say something?”
“What is it, Button?” Sweetie Belle asked.
The brown-haired boy took a deep breath before replying. His eyes were locked onto Sweetie Belle’s body. He kept admiring it in silence.
“You know… I never knew you from this side… Or this particular angle…” Button Mash chuckled slightly. “I think you’re the cutest girl in this town.”
Sweetie Belle felt slightly baffled by this sudden confession.
“Really?” she asked.
“Yeah. Ever since the day I’ve met you, I knew… you were going to be a great friend. I really like you, Sweetie Belle. Everything about you… your hair, your big, green eyes, your voice, your beautiful body, your long, sexy legs… You seem to be a perfect girl.”
Sweetie Belle blushed a little, hearing so many nice things about her.
“Wow… I… Thank you, Button,” she said.
“But…” Button continued, “All of that pales in comparison to the one thing I like the most in you… Your feet.”
That last sentence awoke the devious side of Sweetie’s personality again.
“You really like my feet, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle… They are so soft and smooth… and they even smell nice,” the boy added, causing Sweetie Belle to giggle.
“Well, to tell you the truth, I did had a shower this morning. I was really hoping you’d be enjoying this game, but… I didn’t knew you liked me this much.”
Button’s face turned further red, he felt the heat in his body building up, but he didn’t care.
“I simply love you, Sweetie Belle… Please, keep doing what you were doing until now… I promise I’ll give you another foot massage later.”
Now Sweetie Belle knew she had complete control over Button Mash. She could play with him to her hearts content. She took a quick glimpse at the clock in her room. She still had about thirty minutes until Rarity would come back from shopping.
With a devious smirk, Sweetie Belle lifted her foot off Button’s chest, causing a little whine to escape from his mouth. She still had a few ideas left.
“So, you said liked me from that angle, huh? Then let’s try a different one…”
She walked around and stopped in front of Button’s head. She lifted her left foot this time, placing her right arm on her hip, and slowly stepped on Button’s face. The boy could barely see due to the heel obscuring his vision, but he did noticed that Sweetie Belle was directly above and he gazed at something he could not help looking at: her white panties.
The bulge in his shorts grew again. Sweetie Belle kept on teasing him, yet he felt no reason to complain. He was utterly mesmerized by her actions. After a short while, Sweetie Belle walked to the side again and used her right bare foot to make Button turn his head, exposing his red cheek. She placed her foot on it, lifting the heel up and gripping his skin with her little toes. Then she started rubbing her foot in small circles again.
“Think of it as a sort of kiss,” Sweetie Belle purred.
As she continued shoving her foot onto his cheek, another idea flickered in her mind. Sweetie walked up to her bed and sat on it. Button rose his head up to look at her with uncertainty.
“Since you’ve been so nice to me, Button, I think you deserve a little reward. Come here.”
The seductive tone combined with a finger gesture that literally said that too, Button was unable to resist. He got up from the floor and approached Sweetie Belle on all fours. When he got close enough, she extended her leg and stopped him in place. She looked at him with a devious smirk and crossed her slender legs, having the right one on top of the left.
Sweetie Belle flexed her leg for a moment before she fixed her sight on her friend’s face and said words that stunned him briefly.
“Button, I want you to kiss my feet.”
His whole body was trembling with excitement. Button Mash could barely contain it.
“R-Really?” he asked. “I can? I-I can… kiss your beautiful, soft, bare feet?”
Sweetie Belle beamed at him.
“Go ahead. You earned it.”
Button beamed as well.
“Oh, thank you, Mistress Sweetie Belle. Thank you!”
Just as he took Sweetie Belle’s left foot in his hands, he heard her saying:
“One thing, though…”
He looked at her in confusion, but her expression showed she was just teasing him again.
“Leave toes for last, OK?”
“Y-Yes, Mistress…”
Button gently caressed Sweetie’s foot before he leaned toward it and began kissing it. That was a sign of true obedience and the ultimate proof to Sweetie Belle that Button Mash was a great partner for this kind of “game”. As she dangled her leg a little, Button kept kissing her foot. The feel of Button’s lips on her skin caused Sweetie Belle to grin, giggling nearly every second of this experience. No one ever showed her so much affection as Button Mash did now. She wondered if he would mind if she started touching his groin again...
Button Mash then moved to kissing her toes, especially the big one, on which he kept his lips the longest.
“This isn’t exactly the kind of game I was expecting… but it’s a whole new experience. And I’m liking it,” Button thought to himself.
He didn’t even mind the fact that he was getting harder with every minute. The only thing on Button's mind, was how all of this made him feel. A kind of pleasure he couldn't resist, even if he tried. Sweetie Belle switched the position of her legs and now her left leg was on top. She moved her bare foot closer to Button’s lips.
“Kiss this one too, Button.”
“Y-Yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Button Mash started slowly kissing her foot, but after a minute, Sweetie Belle came up with one more idea on how she could use Button’s fetish to her entertainment. She pulled her bare foot away and ordered the boy to lie down on his back, by the bed. When he did that, Sweetie Belle put both of her feet on his stomach and looked at him with a smirk. Button even pulled his shirt up a bit, just so her feet could touch his own skin. His muscles tensed a bit while she caressed his belly with her soles for several seconds.
“You love my feet, don’t you?” Sweetie said with a low, teasing tone again.
“Yes, Mistress Sweetie Belle… You have lovely feet. I… I wouldn’t mind being under them all the time, if it would be possible,” Button confessed.
Sweetie Belle giggled again, moving her left foot closer to Button’s chin, provoking his wild desires.
“I was just checking. You’re really a good playmate, Button. Very well, carry on kissing my foot.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
When he got up on his knees and resumed planting his lips on Sweetie Belle’s foot, Button felt another surge of positive emotions. He lifted her foot up a bit and started kissing her sole now. For a second, he wondered if he could try and lick it again, but he didn’t want to, seeing as Sweetie Belle didn’t liked it the first.
However, a few seconds later, Button ceased kissing her foot. And instead sniffed it. Sweetie Belle knew exactly what his desire was. Seeing as he was enjoying this game as much as she did, she made a decision.
“Button, you want to worship my feet, don’t you?” she asked.
“I… uh…” he stammered.
“Do it, then. I want you to worship my feet.”
This was the last limitation to Button’s fetish. He thought that this could be his only chance. He didn’t care about anything else. The brown-haired boy stuck his tongue out and begun to lick Sweetie Belle’s bare foot. She giggled, as it tickled her a little at first, but otherwise felt relaxed and in control. He kept her foot at his face for a few seconds, absorbing the smell, while he ran his hands down her legs. Sweetie Belle let out a few moans of pleasure, feeling the heat building up inside her.
“That feels… so good…”
As Button kept altering between kissing her left foot and toes, smelling the odor and licking her sole and between Sweetie Belle’s little toes, her right foot slowly found its way to Button’s shorts again. This time, he didn’t mind that at all. He was lost in his own fetish fantasy and didn’t wanted it to stop. Button grabbed Sweetie Belle’s left foot in both of his hands, opened his mouth and put her big toe in, then started sucking it like it was a lollipop.
Sweetie Belle moaned in pleasure while she pressed her right foot against the bulge in his shorts. She had that devilish smirk on her face again.
“Wow… It feels even harder now,” she said. “Do you like it when I do… this?”
She slowly dragged her foot down his crotch, then raked it up. Drag down, rake up, drag down, rake up. Button took the big toe out of his mouth; it had a bit of saliva on it. He then pressed his nostrils against Sweetie Belle’s left foot and started absorbing its fragrance again. His entire lower body was trembling in anticipation for the release.
He could feel it.
“Sweetie Belle…” he mumbled.
“Yeah…?”
“I love you…”
Button started licking between Sweetie’s toes again. She let out another moan of pleasure.
“I love you, too…”
She briefly gripped her toes of her right bare foot on Button’s shorts before she started rubbing his crotch in small circles, like she did on his face before. The exquisite pleasure reached its limits and Button was close to release. He could only hope that this moment would be delayed or that he didn’t had to remove his shorts, because that would mean he had to stop worshipping Sweetie Belle’s foot.
Sweetie Belle’s moans were getting louder. Button Mash put her big toe in his mouth again and started circling his tongue around it. They were both close to having an orgasm.
Then… after five minutes of great fetish fantasy being gradually fulfilled for both adult teens, it happened. The feeling of pleasure overwhelmed Button as he reached the climax. He could no longer contain himself and let out a loud moan. Semen started coming out of his member, staining his dark brown shorts.
Sweetie Belle gently pulled her right foot away from them, herself feeling almost at the climax. She managed to restrain herself at the last moment. She didn’t actually want it to happen on their first try, she didn’t felt entirely ready to go a bit deeper. Besides, time was against her.
“Sorry…” Sweetie Belle said. “I think you got a little wet.”
Button’s face was now red as a tomato. He took Sweetie Belle’s big toe out of his mouth and quickly got up from the floor.
“I-I’ll be right back!” he exclaimed, leaving the room in the direction of the bathroom.
Sweetie Belle giggled and lied on her back on the bed, keeping her left leg in the air and admiring her bare foot.
“Guess everything worked out perfectly… Button really did enjoyed the game and he took good care of my feet, too. Maybe, if I’m lucky, we can try to make it last longer the next time. He’s such a good playmate.”
Button Mash came back to the room after a few minutes. He nearly ejaculated in the bathroom, but managed to safely deplete himself of any semen that remained. His face was still red, and he had to find another pair of shorts to replace the ones with a spillage on the crotch. He only managed to find some white ones.
But all that embarrassment that was nothing compared to the surge of emotion that flew through his mind. He just made his first, if slightly early, step into full adulthood, all thanks to his best friend’s “game”.
He kneeled in front of Sweetie Belle and used the towel he brought along from the bathroom to clean her bare feet of any possible traces of his saliva or precum. Once he did that, he sat on the bed next to Sweetie Belle, his face still red.
“Geez, my underwear is so wet. That was too close. I almost came all over my shorts too… Ha, hah… Guess I got a bit carried away. S-Sorry…”
The next thing he knew, Sweetie Belle kissed him on the cheek. She could feel the heat, too.
“Thank you so much, Button. I had so much fun,” she said, beaming at him.
“M-Me too,” Button Mash stammered, trying to come up with a coherent sentence. “I think… I discovered a new part of you, Sweetie Belle… one that I really like.”
Another giggle escaped Sweetie Belle’s mouth.
“Thanks. I wish it could last a little longer, but Rarity will be coming back soon…”
“It’s OK. I couldn’t contain it anymore anyway,” Button chuckled. “Say, Sweetie Belle…”
“Hmmm?”
“You really have some gorgeous feet. I’ve seen a lot of girls in our school with nice feet, but yours… You are way out of their league. Can we… Can we do it again sometime?”
After the initial surprise, Sweetie Belle face showed true happiness.
“So you did enjoyed it? Oh, I’m so glad! If you’ll ever want to do that again, just ask. Maybe I’ll get to learn some new moves by watching Rarity again…”
The two adult teens shared a laugh and embraced each other. Then Button looked at Sweetie Belle’s bare feet again and said sheepishly:
“Sweetie Belle… can I…? One last time…”
“Sure. Go ahead and kiss my feet, Button.”
“Thank you, Mistress Sweetie Belle.”
Once Button kneeled before her, he gave Sweetie Belle another quick massage, then planted two long, soft kisses on her feet, making her purr in pleasure. As a reward, she put both of her feet on Button’s face and allowed him to take a few quick whiffs. He also moaned quietly. She then slowly moved her feet to the floor, first left then right, caressing Button’s chest, stomach and stopping briefly at his groin to tease him some more. He thought they were going to start again, but there wasn’t enough time for that.
When Sweetie Belle’s feet touched the floor, Button Mash helped her put her white socks back on them, then he got up and slowly left the room. Before he did, he gave her one last kiss on her lips, making her giggle with joy.
Sweetie Belle waved him goodbye from the window. Both of them had a really great time. On his way back, Button though to himself:
“At first, I was worried… Now I’m excited. And happy. I’m so lucky to have Sweetie Belle as such a close friend.”
Meanwhile, as Rarity returned home, she went to see what Sweetie Belle is doing, noticing she wasn’t in the design room where she could sometimes be found drawing pictures or playing with dresses. Instead she saw Sweetie Belle on her bed, flexing her legs and feet and giving a big smile to her older sister.
“Hi, Rarity,” said Sweetie Belle. “How was your shopping spree?”
“Hello, Sweetie,” Rarity said. “I found all I needed and for a reasonable price. You seem very cheerful. Did something good happened while I was away?”
“Button Mash came along and I we had some great fun,” Sweetie Belle replied with a grin. “We’ve been trying out a new game and we really enjoyed it.”
“I see… Good for you,” the girl in a white shirt said.
Maybe in a stroke of intuition, but Rarity slowly realized what could have happened in her absence. Especially when she later found a pair of male, dark brown shorts in the washing machine that had a spillage in the crotch area. Sweetie Belle’s overly innocent tone from before only confirmed it.
Rarity just smiled a little.
“That’s my sister,” she thought.