I want a footjob…

@Background Pony #2828  
Glad to know. :3

@LovecraftJack  
Oh sweet mama, yes. That made me shiver in mere pleasure.

@Miss Shy  
‘Twas I who posted that. I figured that since most of the other story posts were posted by Background Ponies, I might as well post it as such too. :3 I’m glad you like it. :)

@Background Pony  

It was a hot summer’s day on the Sweet Apple Acres. Even the birds had decided to stay in their nests in the shade, rather than fly around as they normally did. Anon decided to pay Applejack a visit, because he knew she could use some help, and that she would enjoy his company whenever she took a break. Anon knew however, that whenever Applejack took a break, she liked to take her boots off, and let her bare feet rest on an apple basket. That was one of the reasons he liked to hang out with her: so he could admire her light orange feet.
 
It didn’t take Anon long to find Applejack, he just had to follow the sounds of her grunts as she bucked the apple trees with her boot-clad feet. “Howdy, Anon!” AJ said as she noticed him. She finished bucking a tree, and stood up. She wiped her brow with a hand before she continued to speak. “It’s a good thing you showed up, I was gettin’ mighty tuckered out, and some help would be real nice to have.” She sighed with relief, and sat down against the tree she had just finished. “Think you could start while I rest a bit? My girls are killin’ me.”
 
Anon started to pick the apples out with his hands as he usually did, dropping them into the empty baskets by the tree he was working on, but he couldn’t help but be distracted. Applejack had taken her boots off, and just as she always did, rested her feet on an apple basket. Her soles had a slight layer of sweat upon them, and she was spreading her toes to help ease their pain. Anon accidentally dropped an apple, and when he did, Applejack looked over, and caught him staring at her feet for a split second, before he quickly tried to play it off and concentrate on picking apples.
 
Applejack smirked, and cleared her throat loudly. “Hey, Anon? Think you could come over here for a second?” Anon swallowed hard and set down the apples he had in his hands into the basket closest to him. He made his way over to Applejack, who was smiling kindly at him. “Think you could rub my feet for me? If you do a good job, maybe I’ll even let you taste ’em.” She wiggled her toes as she spoke, and gave him a wink as she did.