Apple Bloom's Dirty Gas Station Feet

         “One, two, three…” Apple Bloom counted the number of laws she broke while chewing on her bubble gum. First, she drove without a license. Then she did 30 over the speed limit. And worst of all, she operated a vehicle barefoot.

         Today was her fifth time illegally driving per her family’s request, for the rest were too busy to deliver their goods to the farmer’s market. However, did her sister Applejack even have a plan if a cop pulled Bloom over? The girl didn’t even have a fake license on her body.

         I keep sitting out here too long, someone’s gonna be stickin’ their nose in my business.

         This gas station in the middle of nowhere was inhabited by Apple Bloom and a few extra trucks at the pumps. But, at least in the corner, most wouldn’t notice the girl by herself.

         Despite trying to hide, her yellow feet dangled out the window for everyone to see. Hours of driving on the road would make anyone’s feet sore, and Apple Bloom was no exception. She leaned back as best she could, rubbing her soles against one another. The more friction she generated, the more dust rained onto the concrete ground.

         That’s a nice breeze, she thought, giggling as the wind kissed her feet. The weather better keep this wind up when I’m back on the road.

         Indeed, what a lovely wind. It travelled from right to left across her feet repeatedly, tickling her toes.

         A’ight, time to head out.

         As Apple Bloom’s feet dipped forward, she shrieked. Then, BAM! She slammed her lower back against the truck’s centre console.

         “S-Sorry!” a different voice said.

         Seeing a boy stand in front of her feet lit a fire under the girl’s butt. She couldn’t tell whether to focus on the mop of hair on his head, his fidgeting hands, or the patch of dirt clinging to his nose. The black hair and dark clothing made the boy stand out in this otherwise hick area.

         Calm down, Bloom told herself. The more attention you draw, the more you’re tempting fate. With a gulp, she spoke to the guy. “What’cha doing?”

         He lowered his head. “I… Looking at your feet. I’m very sorry.”

         Bloom’s toenails lacked nail polish, as pedicures were rarer for her than for her best friends. Plus, her soles weren’t in the best condition, thanks to how she barefooted this station’s store. So, this caught her off guard.

         “Oh, I ain’t angry,” she said with a smile that could lift anyone’s mood. “Gotta name?”

         “Wave.”

         “Nice to meet ya, Wave. So, you think I got pretty feet?”

         As the boy nodded, Apple Bloom wiggled her toes. Slowly. Seeing the boy’s dark eyes follow every movement of her dirty feet was a refreshing bit of fun on this otherwise monotonous trip. By this point in her life, she’d been familiar with the concept of some guys liking girls’ feet. The name of the attraction always escaped her mind, but one of her best friends brought it up at least once every year since they entered middle school. Now in high school, it seemed that Bloom would get her chance to try this thing out.

         First, she looked around. “You fixin’ to head up oughta here?”

         “There’s um…” he started, still fixated on her curling toes, “Our car’s being fixed. So we’re stuck here for a bit. Maybe an hour.”

         Click, click!

         Bloom retracted her legs, summoning the boy with her skinny finger. “Hop in. We can chill for a bit.”

         In no way would Bloom sit in a gas station parking lot for 30 minutes, much less an hour. But where was the harm in having a few minutes of fun? Alone with a boy? As far as this girl was concerned, this was a blessing.

         Wave stared at her blankly, eventually walking around the truck. When the passenger door opened, he was greeted by brown boots occupying the seat. Propped up and everything, like they were proper passengers. Bloom tossed them back, allowing the timid boy to climb inside. Once he shut the door, that sharp click rang in his ears again.

         Just you and me, Bloom thought, playing with her hair.

         “Now how’d you end up fallin’ in love with feet?” she asked, rubbing her sole on the lengthy gas pedal.

         “I started liking them about a month ago,” the boy explained. “They make me feel weird, but in a good kind of way. You know?”

         Bloom nodded. “Oh, so when you were sniffin’ my feet back there, was that a first time for you?”

         “Yeah. Sorry if it’s creepy. But it’s not the type of thing you can go around asking people to let you do. I thought since we’re just strangers in a gas station…”

         Thud.

         Apple Bloom stretched her legs across the console, burying her heels into Wave’s lap. Through his tight jeans, finding the hardest spot on his body was effortless. Upon feeling it, she blew her gum into a bubble, sucking it back in to comment.

         “Well, that ain’t something you should be doing on the regular. Be happy you took that risk on me, though. ‘Cause I’m sweet as pie.”

         Her right foot poked at Wave’s stomach.

         “Touch ‘em. They ain’t gonna bite.”

         The smooth skin felt like silk in Wave’s hand. But this was only the top of the foot. The boy’s cheek flared as his fingers crawled under her soles. There, his nails returned in a blackened state. Unlike the soft tops, the bottoms of Bloom’s feet had a rough sensation, almost scratchy. If one rubbed a pebble against them, they could start a healthy fire.

         She put her finger to her lip as Wave explored her feet. Aw, he’s acting like a little puppy.

         The boy brought his hand to his nose and took a whiff. Before he could get another, Bloom’s foot pushed against his cheek.

         “You gonna be all chicken now? Boy, smell my feet like you mean it.”

         Her now-dominant southern voice caused Wave to stiffen up. But the boy obliged, grabbing her ankles and forcing his nose onto her dirty soles. Had he struck gold or what? These wild things smelt like corn chips and soil, mixing into a powerful odour. And for the first time in this truck, Wave moaned.

         Bloom’s face scrunched up.

         “Don’t they stink?” She wiggled her toes on his nose.

         “They smell amazing.”

         “But I know they stinky,” she chuckled. “I just brought those boots along for when I get to my destination. I ain’t worn ‘em all day. My feet been rubbing against those pedals, dirt…”

         As if she trigged something in him, Wave’s panting ramped up. “Okay, I love how they stink.”

         “What about that dirt? What’re we gonna do about that?”

         Not waiting for a proper direction, Wave kissed Apple Bloom’s feet from heel to toe. And once he pecked the big toe 40 times like a bird, it slid in his mouth like a piece of candy.

         So many minerals infested this boy’s tongue as he sucked her plump toe. It had salt, a twinge of spiciness, and the texture brought him back for more. Who would’ve guessed that roughness had an allure? But now Wave clung to Bloom’s foot like a fish on a hook. No matter where it went, he followed.

         Sitting in utter bliss, Bloom closed her eyes. While Wave’s tongue washed her other toes, she envisioned all this attention being slightly higher on her body. Above her legs, right below her stomach. Especially when he darted his tongue against her feet, her moans sung in harmony with his. Oh, don’t stop…

         Wave’s whole tongue blackened itself by the time he finished with those salty toes. But seeing the remaining dirt on the soles drew a harder blush from him. So, like a mop, he ran his tongue across them from top to bottom.

         This brought Bloom back to reality. “Man, you’d probably be bored out your mind if my feet were already clean, huh?”

         Wave gulped. “They’re better when they’re dirty.”

         Bloom pushed her clean sole deep into Wave’s crotch. Though the boy continued to suck on her filthy foot, he kept whispering how much he adored her feet. The scent, the taste, the small size, and even the curve of her arch.

         He’d go crazy if I had some corns.

         Now her big toe poked at his erection, which pitched a tight tent in his pants. Bloom didn’t have the slightest idea how good this felt for Wave. As she jabbed at the most sensitive part of his body, his moans got deeper in pitch yet faster.

         “Lick between my toes some more,” she said, grinning as she stared at the boy’s bulge.

         And as soon as his tongue squeezed between her wet toes, Wave pushed her other foot deeper onto his pants. Gasping, he licked away at the bits of dirt crumbs while his body contracted. Just a short distance away, Bloom’s giggles were the only thing to reach his ears.

         Seeing a boy make a mess in his pants like this was 10/10 on the cuteness scale. The spasms, the moans of delight, and even the awkwardness hit all the right spots for her. So much so that she continued to rub him while he was struggling for air. Only when the spot in his pants got too cold did she pull her feet back.

         The results? Not bad. While the bottom of Wave’s face was a smeary mess, Bloom’s soles were as shiny as diamonds.

         “You’re a good foot-scrubber,” she said in between her intense chewing. “But I gotta get on the road soon.”

         “Oh… But thank you for the—”

         Then Bloom leaned over the console and subsequently over the boy’s body. Her little breasts hung towards his chest while their faces floated inches apart.

         “I said ‘soon’.”

         Wave’s eyes widened as Bloom’s lips pressed against his cheek. The teenage girl moaned, gliding her tongue wherever she could on his face. Not only did she taste his lips, but the salty flavour of her feet registered in her brain. Gross? Perhaps, but this chick was committed to smothering him in kisses.

         THUD!

         Just after she planted her last kiss, her head struck the roof. Laughter then filled the truck.

         The boy hopped out of the truck, walking in the direction of the driver’s side. It’d still be another 40 or so minutes of waiting before he could leave.

         VRRRM!

         Startled, he turned back around. The blue pickup truck reversed, then accelerated to his side. To Wave’s delight, Bloom rolled down the window completely.

         “Ain’t much, but here’s a little present.”

         Wave couldn’t believe what had fallen into his hands. Two pink socks that were incredibly blackened, damp, and smelt like Apple Bloom’s feet on steroids. The shy boy grinned, stuffing the socks into his pocket.

         Bloom gave a hand signal. “I’ll be on my—”

         Suddenly the door flew open, and before Bloom could react, the boy embraced her in a bear hug. Once their faces were in front of each other again, he forced his tongue down the yellow girl’s throat. Bloom’s eyes, in that instant, rolled to the back of her head. A brief click let her remove the seatbelt, and she returned the kiss big-time. Both these teens’ tongues danced in unison, trying to taste as much as they could of the other person. A spit trail then dripped onto the seat as Wave hopped out.

         Red as a tomato, Bloom wiggled her toes as a goodbye gesture. “Thanks for the foot cleaning.”

         Wave nodded, blowing a gigantic pink bubble until it splattered on his face.

         And with a giggle, Apple Bloom pulled out of the small gas station.