After a little while, you stopped licking her hooves, after coming to the conclusion that you accomplished your objective of making her happy and laugh. She had tears of joy in her eyes, though those could be considered more as ‘tears of laughter’, but the main thing is that she was happy.

You smiled at her, as you asked shyly “D-did you enjoy that?” She looked back at you, removing her glasses, taking away her little tears of joy on her eyes, putting her glasses back on her face (Which immediately made her +20 cuteness points come back), and then nodding at you energetically, yet with that kind of… shyness laced unto it for good and cute measure. “T…that felt… really nice… is that, something you like?” she asked again, using the term ‘something you like’ to avoid making you more embarrassed than you already were

“H-heh… I do… sorry” You said, looking aside, your cheeks becoming way redder than you thought possibly and the blushing starting to claim zones like the tip of your ears. But the lamia didn’t seem disgusted or confused, and actually she replied to you “D-don’t… worry about it…. I… I kinda liked that…” she said, obviously, such innocent cinnamon roll didn’t quite like it how you ‘liked’ it, but it was something, right?

The fact that she itself seemed to enjoy the little hoof massage and licks that you gave her encouraged you and made some of your inner anxiety (Understandable considering what you just did) go away, but soon enough, you two started looking around, like if you both were actively trying to not look each other out of the embarrassment you two felt, but actually just trying to think more stuff you two could do, though the use of the ‘Mark 1 Mod 0 Eyeball’ was particularly ineffective at coming up with something else to do.

“I imagine you’re unable to play Super Trixie 64 at that size” She idly noted, giggling lightly. You let out a little sarcastic chuckle as you looked at her. “Har har, I still can beat you on there” you trash-talked to her. It was obviously not serious at all; the controller was bigger than you were, for the love of Celestia.

“Well… hm…” she said idly, trying to figure out what else to discuss, she thought she could maybe talk about anime, Daring Doo, Trixie, the Daring Doo x Trixie ship in that anime you don’t remember the name, or maybe the ship between Daring Doo and Anime in a Trixie poster… but she just decided not to, anyways, you’ve been there days in here and those three days she talked about her likings… though you didn’t quite mind at all, it was more an unidirectional conversation.

But then, thinking that exact thought, an idea came to her head, and she looked again towards your tiny figure on top of her tail… body… tail… are lamias bodies considered tails or bodies? When the body ends and the tail starts? Those and more questions will be answered in our next lamia documentary!

“Hey… do you like anything else?” She said, stuttering slightly, as she blushed again. You had no idea how much time you had to live if such flustered geek cutie looked at you like that.

You let out a little ‘Eep’, not expecting that question at all, and you pondered for a bit, trying to come up with something… But nothing arrived to your mind, surprisingly. Oh, you always thought of stuff like that in your free time, how come that when you actually need to think about that you don’t remember it?!

While you were questioning your own kinks, Cuppa Noodle didn’t seem intent on waiting, as she seemed to come up with a little, mischievously playful idea, her ears perking upwards, and she looked at you again.

You were too busy mimicking that thinking statue in Canterlot to actually notice that at a certain point she had moved her hoof on top of you, casting a shadow over your tiny, philosophizing figure. When you actually realized what was going on, you just saw her cute, bashful smile directed towards you, and the pale underhoof coming towards you.

You let out a little sudden gasp at the action, as the hoof pressed down on your tiny figure against Noodle’s… tailbody of sorts. You had already experienced her soft fur and scales before, and she was shockingly pillow like yet fluffy, so when you were suddenly pressed firmly between the extremely soft and fluffy frog and the also soft and fluffy coat of hers, you couldn’t help but blush brightly.

The exterior light was gone, the hoof fully covering you. The pressure that the lamia exerted on you felt firm, but oddly soft and surprisingly pleasant. You didn’t quite realize why, but it felt extremely nice for you to be in such position, and it wasn’t hurtful, painful, or anything like that. The soft, pillowy texture squishing you as you squirmed a little, trying to massage her hoof again.

You could hear a little giggle coming from her, a soft, shy and shameful giggle. And then she released you from your hoof prison, the appendage suddenly letting the pressure go away as the light invaded you. You just lied there, on her body-tail, looking at her with a mixture of emotions in your face.

“W…why did… you do that?” you asked back to her, blushing heavily. You did indeed like it, but you couldn’t help but also have that peculiar untercainty.

“I… I noticed you seem… to… like my… ahem… hooves…” she started, looking towards you, then lowering her head down and looking at the ground, her ears dropping. “…So I thought I’d… play… with you a bit” she mumbled “I’m sorry”

You looked at the clearly guilty expression of the extremely cute lamia that was in front of you. There was a bright blush on her cheeks that was impossible to not look at, and her whole expression seemed to indicate she was embarrassed and apologetic. You swore that she was going to give you some kind of diabetes overdose someday, and the doctor will tell you ‘Oh my Celestia, that’s the worst case of Adorabetus I’ve ever seen in my 30 years of medicine’.

…

“Um… could you… please… do that again?” You asked softly and quietly, looking aside and rubbing your left front hoof with your right one, your physical language basically saying ‘I’m embarrassed and quite shy’.

Cuppa Noodle, meanwhile, seemed surprised, as she turned towards you, keeping her gaze unto your smol figure, her eyes wide in shock “O-oh… you… you liked it?”. She asked, the sides of her mouth turning into a smile so cute she could win a few prizes. “Really? You did?” she repeated, shyness, embarrassment, and a streak of happiness in that message.

“I… liked it… it felt nice” You managed to say despite your stammering, feeling surprisingly embarrassed of it, yet at the same time giving her an awkwardly shy smile, hoping that she calmed down by it.

As you wanted, she seemed to relax a bit, giggling at your (Honestly terrible) attempt at making a comforting smile. But truth be told, anxiety and embarrassment had the 90% of blame on that. “Heh… you’re cute…” she said, looking at you, it was unclear what made her look you ‘cute’… perhaps your diminutive size, or maybe it was your epic blushing, or perhaps both combined.

“Well… I… I did like… how you massaged my hooves… and stayed here with me to talk about… stuff that you have no idea of” she giggled at the last part, looking aside herself, in her defense, she just didn’t realize what time it was when she finished talking about Cowboy Bebop. “So… please… let me return the favor and help you too” she finished, her cheeks figuratively burning as she raised the other hoof right above you again, so close that the fluffy underside was gently brushing your hears. You swore that, if you had wings, they would pop out in one of those ‘wingboners’ Pegasus have from time to time… especially that Rainbow-mane Pegasus whose name you forgot all the time.

She smiled, looking at your ‘stupidly-happy’ expression, and then she lowered her hoof gently upon you. The fluffy underside pushing you against her tail, which you were standing on mere seconds ago, the pressure increasing slowly as she seemed to squish you harder, gently moving her hoof from left to right, in a sense ‘grinding’ you underneath her hoof like one might do to a bug… but in this case, this particular green lewd ‘bug’ didn’t get crushed, it felt more like some kind of extremely enjoyable high pressure full body massage.

You purred lightly in embarrassed delight, being unable to move underneath the hoof but not really wanting to anyways. The only kind of movement being the hoof that rotated and moved, grinding you and making you squirm a bit involuntarily. You let out a muffled grunt as the weight pinned you.

For the cute splotchy lamia, it was a bit of a different experience. She was currently biting her lip and smiling bashfully, looking at you (Or atleast, the hoof that squished you). It seemed that pressing you down felt nice for her, as she purred softly and coiled, enjoying it too.

After a while, perhaps five or six minutes, she lifted her hoof, and, to her surprise, you weren’t on her tail anymore. She got worried a little, atleast until she looked at her hoof, and, effectively, you were there, stuck like some kind of bug, firmly embedded in the soft frog.

You looked at her, and them back at your… predicament… and just let out a little “Um… halp… plz”, being unable to move at all. She giggled, finding funny your response and your helpless stance, bringing her other forehoof closer. “Heh… y-you… you’re going to like this” she said, a sentence that you never expected her to say in regards to this, and when you realized what was going on, she brought her other hoof against this one. You gasped in pleasure as you were suddenly encased and firmly sandwiched between both hooves, Cuppa Noodle being gentle but firm as she squeezed you harder and grinded you, giggling softly.

It was a funny and kind of cute sight; the gigantic (Atleast relative to you anyways) lamia, being all shy and flustered, giggling lightly as she crushed you between her hooves. And you were glad that she couldn’t see you right now, otherwise the redness on your cheeks would’ve blinded her by the intensity alone.

A second pic of a lamia’s hooves! Because absolutely nobody did this before and I want to be an innovative kinkster! :D. Say hi to my friend who was completely in denial this could be possible (“Homie, there’s no fucking way lamias can get hoof fetish art, ever, period. And no argument you say will ever convince me”), he’s hiding between you lamia lovers, most likely embarrassed and fantasizing kinky weird stuff :P (Hai Joaquin Baloney, how ya doing? Ok that’s not his name but it would’ve been amazing if it was)

Again, I got permission from Badumsquish Funkster, Duchess of Sussex, and I’m glad that he gave me permission because I wasn’t going to tolerate that xenophobic comment my friend said against against lamias D:<

So, as the grandiose finale of this pic, a message to my friend; who thought this wasn’t possible:

;3