TwiSole Slavery

by lego3

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Dark, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Nightmare Moon, Changelings, Porn, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Queen Chrysalis, Non-consensual, Sex
Length: 10124

Commissioned by Knightazure25, proofread by Jay Tarrant, cover art by FetishSketches. Two situations where Twilight made grave mistakes in significant episodes, and thus lost her freedom. (WARNING, CONTAINS FOOT WORSHIP AND TICKLING.)

Commissioned by Knightazure25, proofread by Jay Tarrant, and the cover art is by FetishSketches. Two situations where Twilight made grave mistakes in significant episodes, and thus lost her freedom.

What happens when Twilight fails to make friends like Celestia asks her to, when Nightmare Moon returns?

In another universe, Twilight doesn't trust her instincts enough, and Chrysalis drives her brother away. Celestia only knows how bad THAT turned out...

(WARNING, CONTAINS FORCED FOOT WORSHIP AND TICKLING.)

Published 2018-04-08 19:40:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-04-16 04:42:24 UTC

The Worship Shall Last Forever

"I am....NIGHTMARE MOON," the tall pony announced in her most dramatic, evil voice, with lightning flashing in the background, "and THE NIGHT WILL LAST FOREVER!" Princess Celestia was gone, and Twilight was frightened out of her mind.

She raced at the one who had kidnapped her beloved mentor, feet moving faster than she had ever dreamed of, and horn glowing. "Where is the princess?!" she shouted, but Nightmare Moon had already disappeared into a purple-blue mist, with white spots all over. Twilight's eyes widened, the town hall was in complete chaos. She picked up her little dragon assistant and slipped away after her failure to apprehend the ancient villain.

Twilight Sparkle had tried to warn her mentor about the coming calamity. She saw all the signs, but Celestia just brushed it off and told the bookish little pony to go make some friends. She had to solve this problem on her own, because as soon as she made sure the preparations were complete (and ate four meals worth of apple products), she ran back to her cozy little library. The surprise party didn't do anything to ease her anxiety, though, so she snuck away before that odd pink pony tried to make friends with her.

The library, however, was where she was headed. She knew she had a book on the only magic powerful enough to defeat Nightmare Moon, and that was what she needed to find. Once she arrived, she burst open the library door, gently laying Spike, her young draconic helper, into his bed. "You've been up all night, Spike...you are a baby dragon, after all..." she cooed, softly kissing his forehead as he fell asleep.

There was no more time for calmness. Twilight frantically searched through her library for the book on the elements. If only she had some friends here to help...but there was no time to worry about that. Friendship was silly, she needed to do this alone. "Come on, come on, come on, where is it..." she said to herself, her horn lighting up to yank books off shelves and toss them carelessly. "AHA!!" she shouted proudly, pulling out the book on the Elements.

"Wait...if I'm correct...this book says they were hidden in the sisters' old castle, which means they're through..." she suddenly found herself in front of the most bizarre, dangerous place in all of Equestria, "the Everfree Forest..." Twilight Sparkle gulped. She knew the reputation of this place.

Plants grew on their own, the weather controlled itself, and animals looked after themselves. Monsters were around every corner. Twilight shook her head, charging into the Everfree all alone. If only she knew what a bad idea going into there alone was.

Twilight followed the map in her book down to the exact latitude and longtitude. She would be lying if she said this wasn't the strangest journey she'd ever taken, though. She could swear that she'd seen little balls of purple mist materialize in the corner of her eye. After that, something truly terrible would happen to her.

The first time the phenomenon happened, a part of a cliff cracked under what little weight she had, even though it seemed quite structurally sound. She screamed and fell to the bottom of the ravine that the cliff was overlooking, but she managed to levitate herself just in time before she hit the ground.

Why would that happen to a petite pony, who ate perfectly healthy, and had only slightly curvy hips and smaller-than-average breasts? It was very strange, but Twilight resolved to be more careful, and not to walk near cliffs anymore.

Twilight brushed it off as the weight gain from the immense amount of apple treats today, but her metabolism worked overtime. She'd still retain her figure. Twilight trudged on, hearing a roar in the distance. Her ears twitched, and she assumed a defensive stance, looking for the source of the sound. Suddenly, a manticore leapt out of the bushes, howling and roaring at her. It was then that Twilight noticed something in its paw. It was a rather large thorn.

She lit up her horn once again, using her powers to pluck the thorn from the forepaw of the ferocious creature. Immediately it calmed down, observing its paw. Twilight slowly, very slowly, backed away from the creature, running as hard as she could when the manticore pounced on her happily, and Twilight fell forwards. Its paws just managed to fall onto the backs of her jean-covered legs, and the manticore licked the bottom of Twilight's purple slip-on shoe. Disliking the taste, he yanked both of her shoes off, pulling her legs upwards to his face, and he started to lovingly run his large, slimy tongue up her silky purple soles.

Twilight's eyes were the size of dinner plates for a few seconds as she looked back at the manticore, who was happily tasting her exposed soles. Her embarrassment soon turned to laughter as the spaces between her toes were explored by the warm and wet tongue. Her feet curled as tightly as they could, but they were unable to pull away due to the manticore's immense strength.

"STAHAHAHAP IT, WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MEHEHE?!" Twilight shouted at the creature, tears filling her eyes and a visible blush taking over her cheeks. She couldn't understand why the manticore was doing this to her soles, but if a creature like that wanted to do that to them, then her feet were clearly appealing. Twilight Sparkle had always had a 'thing' for ponies' feet, but she never expected something like this to be her first experience.

Eventually, the manticore let go of her poor, ravaged feet, giving both of them one last little nibble to add to the considerable blush on them. Twilight managed to stop giggling, crawling over to her discarded slip-ons. She put them back on to her slick, saliva-covered feet, and she smiled weakly at the manticore, who waved to her and darted away.

Twilight was dumbfounded by the experience, but she certainly didn't find it unpleasant. Her slick soles rubbed together for quite a while, feeling the thick, warm saliva spread all over the bottoms of her feet.

Twilight quickly realized what she was doing, and remembered the mission she was on. Blushing and mumbling to herself, she decided to attempt to forget it and press on. She thought she saw the purple mist again after a while, but the foot-licking she received earlier still felt warm, and helped to alleviate her anxiety. Even as pinkish-red creepy faces appeared in the stumps of trees, she could still feel the little tickles on her sensitive feet that the manticore tongue gave her.

She started to giggle softly, scrunching her toes a bit in her shoes to try to calm it down. This didn't help much, though. Her giggling, however, was making the creepy faces disappear. Giggling and laughter seemed to be their weakness. Something in that saliva must have made her feet more sensitive, because the sensations were slowly getting stronger...and making her laugh harder and harder as she walked.

Soon enough, she stepped out of the creepy(er) part of the forest, and found herself standing by a large, rushing river. She sat down to rest for a moment, to think about a way to cross, dipping her bare feet in the water to try to wash away the saliva on her soles. As she rubbed the bottoms of her feet together, wondering how to get across, a very large purple serpent appeared, crying his eyes out.

Before she could ask the serpent what was wrong, she heard a very deep voice coming from on top of its back. "There, there, Stephen, it's fine...I don't look as good without my hair either..."

The monster turned its head to its back. "B-but Cranky, I..." he stuttered. A bald donkey held his hoof out, silencing him. "Nonsense, Mr. Magnet. We'll go stop at the barber in Ponyville. They'll help you...and maybe they'll help me find...her..." he mumbled, sadly.

Surprisingly, the serpent (whose apparent name was Stephen Magnet) calmed himself down, as well as the river. When the donkey and Stephen pushed further down the river, there was a set of stepping stones for Twilight to use. She put her shoes, still slick with saliva residue, back on after drying her feet, hopping across the river.

After quite a bit more traveling, she saw a decrepit, ancient-looking castle in the distance. "The Castle of the Two Sisters!" Twilight shouted with glee, running as fast as she could in that direction. She then noticed that there was another cliff blocking her way to the castle, and the bridge across them was broken. She summoned all of her strength, lifting the rest of the bridge out of the foggy abyss below, and managed to tie it back to the poles across the cliff. Twilight wiped sweat from her forehead, breathing heavily. If only she had a pegasus here...

Regardless, the deed was done. She was now able to run all the way up to the castle, and find those Elements. She slowly entered the crumbling fortress, desperately wanting to explore the entire area. She managed to restrain herself from looking for ancient books, instead, opting to travel all the way up to the throne room of the castle.

When Twilight arrived, she saw five stone spheres, held up by stone protrusions extending outwards from a main pillar. She walked up to them, taking them off of their resting places, and carefully setting them down. "These must be the elements the book was talking about...but where's the sixth one? I could have sworn there were six of them...Laughter, Kindness, Loyalty, Honesty, Generosity, and...there was one more, this book was hinting at..."

As Twilight struggled to decipher the clue to make the Elements all work together, and to find the sixth, a large cloud of purple mist entered the room, swirling faster and faster until Nightmare Moon appeared, in her tall, curvy, and armor-clad form. "Ahahahaha...HAHAHAHA!!" she cackled, snatching the elements from Twilight, "Do you REALLY think you can defeat ME with these?"

Twilight jolted in fear, and got up. The little pony, who was nowhere near experienced in combat, readied her horn, angrily glaring at her adversary. Nightmare Moon sat in her throne, rolling her eyes. "You're kidding. You're kidding, right?" she asked. Twilight didn't listen to any of her taunting. She recklessly charged at the magical embodiment of the night, and after dodging a few magical attacks, Twilight screamed and prepared her most powerful spell to destroy Celestia's kidnapper.

As soon as she got close, though, Nightmare Moon's nimble fingers slipped an anti-magic ring onto Twilight's horn, and she cast a spell to lock it on. The bookish pony's eyes widened as she realized what Nightmare Moon had done. Her horn lit up, and she collapsed the main entrance to the throne room.

Next, Nightmare Moon threw Twilight backwards onto the hard stone floor, and she grunted in pain. Just as Twilight looked up once again, the ancient monster stomped her rather large foot on the ground, shattering the elements before her very eyes. Twilight cried out, "NOOOOO!!!" and reached out her hand in vain, to try to save them. It was too late. All of what were the elements, were now just simple shards of rock, scattered all over the floor.

Nightmare Moon cackled loudly once again. "Don't even THINK about disobeying the new ruler of Equestria, little pony...all that's left is to decide how best to punish you..."

She pressed her armored boot on Twilight's flat, trim belly, causing her to gasp for air. "Perhaps death is too merciful...I'll decide what to do with you in a few hours." She cuffed Twilight's arms behind her back and put a metal collar around her neck, pulling her using a chain. "COME WITH ME, LITTLE ONE," she demanded. Unable to fight such a powerful being, and fearing for her life, Twilight obeyed, following behind Nightmare Moon. She was helpless, unable to cast off the lock keeping her horn docile and still.

The two soon reached a worn-out, dark cell in the basement levels of the castle, in one of the hidden halls. She shoved Twilight into the cell, following her in. "I'm going to kill you right here, right now, if you resist me even once," said Nightmare Moon, working on attaching Twilight Sparkle to the cold, stone walls using chains for her wrists and ankles.

When Nightmare Moon grabbed the little pony's ankles, her fingers sneaklily traced along the top of her left foot, the part not covered by her slip-ons. The second she felt it, she knew she couldn't let them get away. So she made sure the chains held them extra snugly, eager to uncover the beauties that these shoes contained.

Twilight Sparkle started to blubber and cry, but the villain paid it no heed, simply responding, "I'll be back sometime later when I decide what to do with you, little one. There's NO ESCAPE. YOU ARE MINE."

Nightmare Moon exited the cell, locked the door, walked down the hall, and left Twilight alone with her thoughts. The cell was small, and there was no privacy. Nightmare Moon would be able to see her wherever she tried to hide. There was a decrepit old table, and a surprisingly inviting bed in the corner of the cell. There was also a tiny window, but there was no chance of escape through it.

The bookworm immediately started panicking, thinking of ways to escape. The anti-magic ring on her horn seemed to suck all the energy from her spells, and in turn, exhausted her. The little bits of stone she found on the floor of her cell were not enough to pick the lock on her chains. And there was no way in Tartarus that she had the strength to break the chains herself.

She thought about what she could do, how she was going to get home, how Spike was faring. What would happen to him without her? And what could she do to save Celestia? Where was Celestia, anyway? She was powerless now, what could Twilight do?

A little while later, Nightmare Moon walked back to the holding cell. Twilight noticed that her enemy was no longer in armor (except for her helmet) but rather in a low-cut ball gown, that sparkled in the patterns of the various constellations. It also allowed for her large, squishy breasts to bounce quite a lot. The dress was long at the back, and left most of her large, supple legs exposed. She also wore very revealing sandals, that just barely covered any of her large, flexible-looking feet. Finally, she wore a spiky necklace with a crescent moon design, as well as a matching ring.

"Get over here, little one. And double-time it," she demanded, unlocking the door to the captured pony's cell, and kneeling down to unlock her chains. Twilight stood up, staring into her captor's eyes pleadingly, but Nightmare Moon didn't care. She grabbed the small chain on Twilight's collar, pulling her along.

Twilight quickly and obediently pulled herself up to walk along with Nightmare Moon. She noticed that Nightmare Moon had left her cuffs off, but not wishing to get hurt any further, she followed her captor. Every so often, she would catch herself glancing downwards at the villain's tasty, flexible looking feet. Why was she doing this? She was the prisoner of an evil being, she shouldn't be thinking like that!

When they reached the throne room, Nightmare Moon sat down on her throne, attaching a metal cover for Twilight's horn to the anti-magic ring, and activating her ring. This shot out a powerful, but thin beam, attaching Twilight's now-useless horn to Nightmare Moon's ring finger. She them began staring menacingly, yet hungrily, at her captive.

"Wh-wh-what're you going to do with me?" Twilight stuttered, fearfully looking into her captor's lust-filled eyes, and Nightmare Moon grinned.

"Take off those clothes, you look awful in them. But leave your footwear on," she demanded, pointing at Twilight's top and jeans. She wanted this pony nude and all to herself, she felt oh so bored without a sexy pony to serve her needs.

The purple pony was confused by this, biting her lip and blushing red, but she nodded weakly. Her trembling hands undid her puffy, schoolgirl-like shirt, dropping it on the ground next to her, and revealing a plain purplish bra underneath, hiding a set of soft, lovable breasts.

She then moved onto her pair of tight-fitting jeans, fumbling to undo the button and zipper to let her well-defined curves to be shown to her captor. Eventually, they fell to her ankles, and underneath was a matching set of panties for her bra.

Hanging her head in shame, she undid her bra, allowing her breasts to fall free, much to Nightmare Moon's pleasure. Finally, she dropped her panties for her, exposing her slit and petite, yet curvy behind.

"HahahaHAHA...that's amazing, you'll be perfect as my little sub for life...now, I believe there's the small matter of undressing my desired parts...get on your belly. Now," she demanded.

"B-but there's no cushion or rug or-" Twilight was cut off by a lightning strike and her captor's voice. "DOWN."

She quickly and fearfully obeyed, laying her belly and adorable breasts on the cold stone floor, and Nightmare Moon leaned forwards, taking both of Twilight's feet into her hands, slowly peeling off each slip-on shoe. Nightmare Moon was greeted by a sight of immesurable beauty.

In general, Twilight's feet were small. As Nightmare Moon ran her fingers up and down the left sole, she noted that it had the feeling of silk. The arch was well-curved, just so that a cock could fit perfectly between both of her feet. Too bad nopony else would ever get to experience such pleasure now.

Each one of the toes were quite nicely trimmed, and the skin on them had neither cracks nor callouses. She must have gotten plenty of pedicures in her life, or she never went out much, not nearly enough to damage her supple, yielding purple soles. They smelled like lilac, and a hint of...manticore saliva? Nightmare Moon grinned maliciously. She knew that manticore saliva was a sensitizing agent, and she intended to use that to her advantage.

Meanwhile, Twilight was giggling and trying to curl her toes because of the stimulation of Nightmare Moon's fingernails. "Why, little one, you are the PERFECT one to serve me. Devilishly sensitive, sexy feet, a desirable body, weak and helpless...and oh, it seems you YOURSELF are into this!" Nightmare Moon giggled, pointing to the slight wetness between Twilight's legs.

"N-no, no, no, y-you don't understand, Nightma-" Twilight started.

"MISTRESS," Nightmare Moon interrupted, "you call me MISTRESS."

"M-mistress, I-I'm not into foot stuff, um, I-I'll do anything else..." she finished. That was a blatant lie, but she didn't want to fall in LOVE with her captor. She needed to ESCAPE. Nightmare Moon looked at her, with eyes that said 'I see through your lies'.

"Is that so, little one?" Nightmare Moon asked, dangling her sandal from her left foot, and then kicking it off. She saw every little movement of Twilight's eyes, and they were watching every moment of her little showoff. "Then you won't mind if I do THIS."

She used her ring to yank Twilight's head forward, forcing her to turn around, and getting her nose shoved right into Nightmare Moon's large, curvy arch. Twilight couldn't even form words. Her mind was racing now, with thoughts of escape, but more often than not, the things she would do to her captor's large, nude left foot.

"LICK IT, LITTLE ONE," Nightmare Moon shouted, curling her toes so they gripped Twilight's nose. She immediately felt something warm and slimy running up and down the ball of her foot, and she immediately grinned. Her new captive was so easy to break.

Twilight was trying to hide her face in shame. She had no idea why she was doing this, much less why she was starting to like it. Tears filled her eyes as she swiped her tongue up Nightmare Moon's sole, collecting every bit of the sweet taste that she could. Her captor pulled her naked left foot away, enjoying the cooling sensation the saliva gave her sole.

The evil seductress kicked off her right sandal, crossing her right leg over her left, and dangling her foot in front of the captive Twilight Sparkle. "Kiss it. Show me that you love it," Nightmare Moon commanded. The blush on her face became heavier as tears streamed from her eyes. She looked up at her captor as she planted her lips just above the toes. She held the large, smooth, cool foot in her hands delicately, and she did it again. And again. And once more.

Nightmare Moon chuckled softly, as she felt each of Twilight's reluctant kisses. Due to the puddle starting to form under her captive, though, she knew she absolutely loved it, and needed it. She needed to learn her place.

Nightmare Moon softly rubbed herself under her dress as she felt the final few kisses to her right foot, and then she jolted hard when she felt her captive take as many toes as she could into her mouth. Her digits, being slathered by the little pony's tongue, scrunched in her mouth and shoved themselves deeper. This seemed to please her immensely. Nightmare moon couldn't have her new captive feel like she deserved rights to an orgasm, however, so she pulled her foot from the grasp of Twilight's dexterous, lustful tongue, much to her captive's displeasure.

Twilight started to whine a bit, reaching for Nightmare Moon's beautiful, desirable feet, but she lit up her horn, flipping her captive bookworm around onto her belly once again, her bare, exposed soles in Nightmare Moon's lap. "Do not DARE to move your feet away from me, little one. You don't deserve the pleasure of my divine feet on your face until I say so. However, your feet are mine to do with as I please."

"B-but mistr-" Twilight was cut off by the feeling of Nightmare Moon's fingers exploring her sexy, vulnerable pair of feet. Twilight was wondering why her feet were so sensitive, so vulnerable to her captor's touch, but she then came to a horrifying realization.

She mentally cursed herself for not washing her shoes clean of the manticore saliva at the river. The remnants of the saliva in her shoes had soaked into her feet, making them permanently more sensitive.

She was unable to change any of that now, because she was stuck in fits of giggles. Nightmare Moon held onto her wiggling feet very tightly by the ankles, using magic. She had to be able to tickle her new prize until she felt satisfied. She took a moment to observe her captive: fully nude, defenseless, and a pair of perfect feet all to herself. Nightmare Moon then leaned down, holding her feet side by side, and took a long, lustful lick between Twilight's abused soles.

This caused Twilight to burst out laughing, each foot trying to shield the other from Nightmare Moon's tongue-filled assault. She placed both of the small, sexy feet between her legs, so both of the big toes were able to rub Nightmare Moon's slit as they were tickled.

Each ferocious stroke of Nigtmare Moon's sharp nails on the uncalloused surfaces cause Twilight to break out into unrelenting fits of laughter, and each time her toes attempted to curl to lessen the ticklish sensation, they would just barely rub on Nightmare Moon's clit, pleasing her immensely. Deciding that her orgasm was coming too slow, Nightmare Moon pulled Twilight Sparkle's feet a little closer, and doubled down on the tickling, raking her fingernails down her soles, from heels to toes, deeply and firmly. Twilight's feet were unable to take such torment without thrashing around for freedom.

Twilight's feet were getting soaked in Nightmare Moon's juices, and that was making them slicker and slicker, therefore they were much easier to tickle. Her captor plucked two feathers from her own wing, teasing the highest point of the arches of her captive's soles. "MISTREHEHEHESS STOPPPPPPAAHAHAHA!!" Twilight gasped, both of her sets of toes pushing backwards in between Nightmare Moon's legs, trying desperately to lessen the tickling plaguing her body.

In response to this, Nightmare Moon plucked ten more feathers from her wings, and used magic to make all of the tips of the feathers tease the exact center of each toe. This precise tickling forced Twilight's peds to go wild, the toes rapidly yet sensually rubbing on Nightmare Moon's clit. This pushed her over the edge, giving her the most unreal, surreal orgasm she's had in one thousand years.

Her lack of concentration during her time in the Summerlands caused her to let go of the feathers and Twilight's feet, leaving her a sweaty, giggling mess. The puddle of juices beneath her was slowly getting larger and larger, and the tickling teased her beyond belief.

"Ah, that was...incredible, little one...I'm giving you a brief respite, to allow you ONE orgasm tonight. And then, you go to bed where you belong: the cell," Nightmare Moon said. Before Twilight could utter a response, her captor flipped her onto her back, her head directly at the base of the throne. Once again, Nightmare Moon's well-cared for soles pressed against the bookish pony's face. Only this time, both of them were placed on her face, completely blinding her, and the balls of her feet were placed over her lips, silencing her.

Twilight's hands immediately rushed to her captor's precious feet, blushing as red as Big Macintosh with a sunburn. Nightmare Moon could tell due to the warming cheeks she felt on her soles. Her long, flexible toes gripped around Twilight's chin as her small tongue slathered up and down between her mistress's soles.

She could hear Twilight moan intensively as she tasted the feet covering her face. Nightmare Moon looked down at her submissive little pony, thoroughly enjoying the sensations on her large, plush soles, and decided to drag each foot up and down Twilight's outstretched tongue. Slowly, very slowly, Nightmare Moon's left foot made its way down Twilights neck, her supple breasts, her belly, and finally, between her legs. She could feel a pleasured jolt under her feet as she tapped her big toe against Twilight's clit.

Twilight tried to maintain her composure, but all she was able to do was moan, and make out with the foot remaining on her face. She shut her eyes and rubbed her nose on Nightmare Moon's right arch, passionately pressing her tongue on every inch of the foot subduing her, from her heel to her toe.

Nightmare Moon chuckled a bit, taking her sole off her captive's face, and getting up from her throne. She kept Twilight laying on her back, and stared straight into her eyes as Nightmare Moon balanced on one leg, stepping on Twilight's ladyhood just enough to not put too much weight on her. After all, she couldn't have a slave that couldn't function.

Twilight was in bliss, nothing but pure pleasure filling ber body to the brim. She forgot all about home, about Celestia, about anything. Nothing existed apart from her, the pleasure, and her Mistress Nightmare Moon. She could feel her unworthy slit being pleasured by Nightmare Moon's left arch, gliding up and down the slick surface like a professional.

Twilight could feel herself getting close as she felt Nightmare Moon's toes press into her lower belly. She looked straight into her captor's evil, devilishly seductive eyes, as Nightmare Moon levitated herself above Twilight's body, her left foot still pleasuring her spot. Her right foot alighted directly on Twilight's face, and she took the opportunity to worship it, taking all of its toes into her mouth, and darting her tongue between each toe to relish the amazing taste for as long as she could.

As soon as she felt her captor's big toe press against her clit, she was pushed over the edge. She moaned out loud in bliss as she came, juices spurting everywhere on her sweaty, nude body, shutting her eyes tight to ride out the tsunami of pleasure.

Nightmare Moon's feet left Twilight's needy body alone, as she sat back in her throne. Mercifully, she allowed Twilight Sparkle time to recover from her intense orgasm. When she finally did, and got up onto her hands and knees, Nightmare Moon held out her juice-soaked feet and yanked Twilight's face against them.

"Clean them, little one."

She could feel her captive bookworm nod, and her eager tongue sliding across the perfect surfaces of her soles. It took quite a while, but eventually, Twilight's face pulled away from Nightmare Moon's feet, now glistening in her captive's saliva.

"Adequate job, little one. Now come with me, to your new home," Nightmare Moon demanded, putting her sandals back on and grabbing the chain on Twilight's collar, pulling her along. Her horn lit up, and instantly, all of her clothes were incinerated in blue fire. Twilight gasped softly at the sight, but she made sure not to fall behind.

Nightmare Moon opened the cell door, ushering Twilight inside, and teleporting a few books onto the worn table in the cell. Twilight obeyed, walking into her prison as Nightmare Moon locked the door, and fell into the bed that had been brought in from Celestia's old room.

"You have failed, Twilight Sparkle. This is your life now. Like the night, your slavery to me shall last FOREVER," Nightmare Moon cackled, as she walked down the hidden hallway, back to the throne room of what was now her castle.

Twilight sighed, depressed. She did fail. She had no one who knew her coming to look for her, she wasn't able to save the princess, and she was now a foot slave to the new ruler of Equestria. Years and years passed, dawn never broke again, and still Twilight was not able to escape her new life of foot worship.

The worst part for her, was that she enjoyed every moment of it.

-End

Author's Note

Phew, that was quite a challenge, but there's still more to come. Say thank you to Knightazure25 for coming up with the idea and commissioning it, eh?

Chrysoleis

Twilight Sparkle was growing more and more suspicious by the hour, due to her old foalsitter's odd behavior. She had tried to warn her friends about Cadance somehow becoming evil, but she had no proof to back it up. Somehow, though, her friends were able to calm her down just enough for her to have a good time, and hope for the best.

To calm herself down further, she helped the way she knew best: making sure everything went smoothly and how it was planned. She helped Rarity pick certain colors for the bridesmaids and, of course, the bride. She gave a long-winded lecture to a rather bored Rainbow Dash about the math behind Sonic Rainbooms.

Obviously, she helped Applejack bake all the delicious treats for the reception. Her brother deserved nothing less than the best. Later, she offered advice and suggestions to Pinkie Pie for the reception games and decorations. And finally, Twilight used her lovely singing voice to perfect the animal choir.

Well, that was about it. Everything was in place, and ABSOLUTELY NOTHING could go wrong today! If the parasprite issue not too long ago was any indication, her thoughts of today's perfection could not be further from the truth.

The only thing Twilight could do was cross her fingers, and hope that everything would be ok.

As if by magic, one of the guards of the castle burst through the doors to the prepared wedding hall, shouting, "Y-your highness, the groom! The groom is missing!"

Princess Celestia gasped. "My faithful student, Twilight, this is an emergency. I need you to find your friends and attempt to find Captain Shining. Please, hurry!" she begged. Twilight nodded, determination clear on her face, but inside, she felt nothing but fear. She and Fluttershy left the castle to go find the rest of her friends, and in less than ten minutes, managed to find them all.

The six ponies stuck together, asking every citizen they came across where Twilight's brother was. Not a single pony knew anything of his whereabouts, and before the six ponies knew it, hours had passed and dusk was approaching.

The wedding had to be delayed until further notice. Shining was nowhere to be found, and Twilight gathered her five friends around a table, talking with them about what to do. Twilight had long been suspecting her old foalsitter of fishy business, but none of her friends actually believed she was evil or cruel. She had to set aside her anger and resentment towards them, and to Cadance, however, to try to find her missing brother.

"Cadance", however, was watching the six ponies from the shadows, angry about the loss of Shining. She treated Shining Armor awfully, sure, but she went a bit too far when she beat him in the face heavily when he tried to do anal.

Shining then left the bedroom, angrily, and hadn't returned since. Wherever the brutish sex demon went, he was no longer of any use to her. "Cadance" and her hive were running out of love, and winter was coming. It wasn't going to be easy to feed her subjects, much less keep their morale up. Thorax's recent betrayal and escape from the hive was NOT good for her standing, and it might snowball into a full-on coup, which would end her rule in the hive.

Bringing love back to the hive was one thing, but it wasn't exactly efficient, and it was difficult to preserve on the flight back. So she had hatched a plan, in order to prevent the Equestrian military from fighting back. She planned to kidnap the six most powerful, love-filled ponies in Equestria, second to the princesses. The Mane Six, so the citizens of this land called them.

No one would suspect the changelings of such an act, because most ponies don't even believe they existed at all. It was the perfect plan. But she had to move quickly, or else she would lose sight of her love-reserves. Just as she thought that, she heard the orange one say "Alright, let's move out, y'all!"

The six ponies split up in order to find Twilight Sparkle's brother more quickly. "Cadance" chuckled to herself as she walked the streets nonchalantly. Splitting up? What an idiotic move. In every horror movie that she had seen, splitting away from the group led to the protagonist's ultimate doom. And she planned to use that to her advantage. "Cadance" telepathically signalled to the rest of her disguised hive walking around the pristine city of Canterlot, to track down five of the six ponies. She planned to go after the Element of Magic herself.

"Cadance" quickly and quietly followed the bookish purple pony along her path to her brother's home, the same house that she had lost her host in. "Hmph, I didn't need that one anyways...these ones are apparently connected to the Elements of Harmony..." she muttered to herself. She then facepalmed, realizing she had to be QUIET until the right time if she wanted this plan to work.

Twilight Sparkle burst into the house of her brother, crying out his name. "Shiny, SHINY! BBBFF! ARE YOU HERE?!" she kept shouting. Every nook and cranny of the small, but exquisite, house was searched, but to no avail. Twilight began to panic, and "Cadance" decided that this was a good time to show herself.

"Twilight? Is that you in there? Is my darling there?" she asked, stepping into the house, looking around curiously. "Cadance!! I-I'm so glad you're here...please, help me find him..." Twilight panted, sitting down on the couch, exhausted. "Cadance" sat down on the other side of the couch, carefully rubbing the purple pony's shoulder and lighting up her horn dimly. The magic was subtle, and it allowed "Cadance" to figure out the best way to extract love energy from her future captive. She could work with this...

"Twilight, please...you need to relax a bit, calm down, and then you'll be clear enough to find him...and I know just the way..."

Twilight looked at her supposed foalsitter curiously through her tears, which were beginning to form. Cadance slowly undid her sneakers, running her palms up and down the soft socks concealing the beauties inside. "C-Cadance...not now, I-I'm too old for foot games..." Twilight stuttered, blushing softly. She had always enjoyed her feet being loved and played with by Cadance, and being allowed to lick her foalsitter's feet in return. But she was a grownup now, she couldn't do that, especially at this time. Right?

"Twilight, you're NEVER too old to do that stuff with me..." "Cadance" said in a seductive tone, feeling the immense amount of love flowing from her captive-to-be. She removed the little purple pony's socks, exposing the clean, silky soles underneath. "My my MY, Twiley, your feet look even softer now than they did years ago..."

"Y-you really think so?" Twilight asked, biting her lip as she felt "Cadance's" nails slowly scrape across the left sole.

"I KNOW so."

"Cadance" put her legs up on the couch. "Go ahead, Twi, let them free..." she murmured, and Twilight obliged, quickly yanking the golden heels off "Cadance's" beautiful, soft pink soles.

The nails were expertly pedicured, and painted white, the arch was high and curvy, and the sole had the most adorable wrinkles when it scrunched up and uncurled.

Immediately Twilight took a deep breath, the slight hint of strawberries and sweat mixing together to make a perfect scent. "Cadance" had a knowing, sultry smile on her face. This was perfect, she didn't even have to lead into anything. Twilight apparently already did this as a filly.

The bookish little pony lovingly planted her lips on the uncalloused, perfect skin of the princess's left sole. It tasted and felt exactly how she remembered it as a filly, although now, she found feet to be the best part of a pony. A major turn-on for her now-grown self. "Cadance" seemed to realize that Twilight was getting off to this, but she giggled, not seeming to mind.

Twilight's feet were being slowly, but surely, attacked by a stream of ticklish sensations. As Twilight messed with "Cadance's" toes, she began to giggle and fumble with the feet in her lap. "Heh heh heh, does the little bookworm like her soft and sensitive little feet tickle tickle tickled?" she teased, as Twilight pulled her feet against her cheeks, blushing and laughing hard.

"Cadance" curled her toes on Twilight's face as she tickled the purple feet in her lap more firmly, her fingerstrokes quickening on the arches to cause maximum giggles.

Twilight was forced to clutch her belly and laugh harder, unable to hold onto "Cadance's" royal soles. The ticklish purple pony resigned herself to the mercy of "Cadance's" dexterous and devious fingers.

Twilight was now fully distracted by the sensations plaguing her body, and her eyes shut as she giggled louder. "Cadance" then used magical tingling sensations on the little librarian's exposed feet, making sure to get every inch of soft skin under the spell. She then hatched an idea of how to capture this pony for her hive.

Since "Cadance's" feet were free, and Twilight suspected nothing, she lifted her foot above Twilight Sparkle's head, and made an accurate axe-kick down onto the base of her horn. This broke off about two thirds of the powerful magical conduit, and Twilight's eyes went wide from the utter shock and pain. She then passed out, falling back onto the couch.

"You were right about me, Twilight Sparkle...and your friends failed you. Enjoy the satisfaction."

A long time later...

The little nerdy pony awoke to find herself in a bubble-like prison embedded in the wall. Immediately, she began to panic, and tried to cast a teleport spell to escape her new prison. She gasped in horror, Twilight realized her horn had been cracked and broken! Her hands felt the jagged stump that used to be her highly powerful conductor of magic, and confirmed that it wasn't just a nightmare. Her horn was gone, and would take months to regrow.

All of her clothes had been stripped off her, exposing all of her private parts. She had a tight, compact little body like an Italian sports car. Twilight blushed in pure embarrassment, crossing her arms to cover her modestly-sized breasts, and she realized her bare feet were held outside the bubble. She was unable to pull them back in, because the material was too strong, too elastic, and they couldn't fit through.

Twilight turned her head around, and judging by the view outside, could tell she wasn't in Canterlot. She was inside a very tall, fortress-like structure in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Barely any plants grew, and changelings swarmed around the top of the structure. How their little wings managed to lift them into the air was a mystery to her.

Her observation of the outside world was interrupted, when she felt a thin, forked tongue snaking its way between her left set of toes, and a clawed set of hands grabbed the back of her foot and started to scratch at the sole eagerly. Loud, forced chortles escaped from Twilight's mouth, as her feet thrashed back and forth, attempting to escape the ticklish sensations. As far as Twilight could tell, it was a male and a female changeling working together to torment her feet.

"WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS FOHOHOR?!?" Twilight shouted through her fits of laughter. The two changeling drones ignored her cries of protest, the female carefully nibbling on the ball of the exposed purple foot with her sharp fangs. The male's aggressive, unrelenting tickling was getting rougher, his claws leaving long, red marks on the arch of Twilight's struggling right foot.

She squealed when she felt the claws of the changeling poke repeatedly underneath her toes. Her ears twitched wildly and her hands clenched, as she attempted to curl her toes to lessen the torment. Unfortunately for her, neither changeling would let up from stimulating her feet like crazy.

The male knelt down, facing sideways, and started to flap his left wing, the very tip of it brushing back and forth hundreds of times per second against the poor captured pony's blushing sole. Meanwhile, the female of the two morphed into a gryphon, taking advantage of the form's large and soft paws. She laid on her back, pushing the claws outwards from the right paw's toes, scraping them on Twilight's pedicured sole firmly and deeply.

This wild variation of ticklish feelings was enough to cause Twilight Sparkle to laugh incredibly hard, so much that she fell silent, tears streaming from her eyes. The torture continued despite Twilight being out of breath, and just as she was starting to black out, she heard a harsh, raspy voice speak up.

"That is enough, my subjects, I wish to speak with this one," she heard someone say, and immediately her feet were let go of. They were, however, both thinly coated in sweat and saliva. Twilight wiped away her tears, and recoiled in horror at what she saw.

In the place of the two tormentors from earlier, there was an extremely tall changeling with a mane that was a rather disgusting shade of teal. She wore a full-body silk suit, that, for some reason, had a lot of holes cut in the arms and legs. The suit ended with a thin strand of fabric connecting both sides of each leg, running across the bottom of her black, but highly reflective, bare feet. It was Queen Chrysalis.

"I suppose you're wondering why I brought you here, little one..." Chrysalis started, sitting in front of Twilight's trapped, defenceless feet. "You see, due to the little...mishap I had with the Princess of Love, your awful brother was able to break free of my spell and start despising me instead."

"Get to the p-" Twilight was then cut off.

"I wasn't going to be able to extract any more love from him, nor Cadance, because she saw me for what I was. So, in the confusion, I took it upon myself to ponynap you and your troublesome friends..." Chrysalis explained, chuckling, "Your amounts of love are off the charts, so we decided to keep them and force their infinite love out of them through...more kinky means."

Twilight's eyes went wide. Her friends! How could she forget? She had to go rescue them! "You'd better tell me where my friends are, or else-" Twilight shouted, but bit her lip at the feeling of Chrysalis's smooth hand caressing her small feet.

"Not to worry, they won't be hurt, and they're quite safe...all of them are simply going to be kept forever, their deepest fantasies used against them...and don't think I don't know what YOURS is, my troublesome little bookworm..." she responded, grinning widely and maliciously back at her captive.

Twilight gulped, her face turning red and starting to sweat. Chrysalis had her hand right where Twilight was weak. Her feet. No wonder that impostor was working over her feet earlier! Cadance had never brought up the love of footplay between them for many years, and was embarrassed by it, even though she was the Princess of Love. She couldn't scold herself enough for missing such an important detail.

Chrysalis popped the bubble holding Twilight prisoner, allowing Twilight's feet to fall free. Despite how desperately she wanted to escape, now that she was free, she was smart enough not to run with so many changelings guarding every inch of the room.

Chrysalis fit a pink collar around Twilight's neck, and then attached a chain to it, so she could lead her along without her resistance. Twilight followed along, eyes looking down at her own feet in shame. Every time she would try to cover her breasts or her behind, the changeling guards with spears would yank her arms away.

Twilight struggled to keep up with Queen Chrysalis without choking. She was a fast walker, and the nature of the hive represented the nature of its inhabitants. Tunnels opened and closed, and the hive was already mazelike before she witnessed this happening. Any normal pony would be lost in this horrible place in less than an instant, but the queen seemed to know every direction to turn.

Eventually, through the long, twisting and ever-reshaping tunnels, Chrysalis and her captive arrived at her throne room. "This is where you're going to work every day. You're going to be the hive's foot slave. You will serve two purposes: clean any changeling's feet, and allow them to extract love from you using your feet how they so choose. UNDERSTOOD?!" she shouted.

Twilight gulped and nodded in response.

Queen Chrysalis sat her wide, soft backside on her throne made of an exotic magical rock. She crossed her left leg over her right, and yanked her newly-obtained slave over via her chain and collar. "On your knees, slave, so you know your place," Chrysalis said harshly, and Twilight Sparkle slowly got onto her knees, her slick and shiny bare soles pointing upwards, for all the hive to see.

The changeling queen pulled Twilight closer to her throne. "NOW START LICKING, LITTLE SLAVE, MY FEET ARE READY."

Tears filled Twilight's eyes, and her ears drooped, as she took the first lick of Chrysalis's shiny black foot, from heel to toe. The evil queen sighed, her large and long toes curling at the feeling of the small tongue caressing the side of her foot. The helpless librarian blushed in shame, wishing she could just shrink away from the world and be free of this...indignity, this cruelty.

The small licks went on to kisses and nibbles. Twilight held the surprisingly soft left foot in both of her hands, closing her eyes and trying not to breathe too much. She peppered the sole with little smooches, and gave the left set of toes some love by nibbling just past the long nails, one at a time.

Both Chrysalis and her little slave knew one thing: Twilight was getting turned on by this, as evidenced by the subtle warmth between her legs. Chrysalis was enjoying this, she'd cracked open her slave, and the love was starting to pour out, like a dam that was slowly breaking.

Chrysalis wanted to turn this up a notch, though, and called two of her changelings over to the throne silently. As she shoved her curvy left foot into the face of her loving slave, two male changelings, incredibly hungry for love, flew behind her and grabbed one of her feet each. Twilight grunted in surprise as her breasts and belly hit the slimy floor of the hive, but both of the hungry drones began to tickle her ferociously.

Twilight immediately burst into laughter, her head falling to the floor instead of on Chrysalis's foot, but the queen yanked her back upwards, so both of her feet were in her love-slave's face. "Don't stop worshiping me, slave, or I'll do painful things to you..." she threatened. Twilight heard this semi-clearly, and through her forced giggles, was able to focus on making out with her mistress's right sole.

The two changelings tickling Twilight's feet made it very hard to focus on pleasing her captor. The one on her right foot was scraping his claws across her arch, up and down, without any particular pattern. The changeling holding her left foot was keeping the sole stretched by holding the adorable violet toes back, tickling the helpless foot by using his tongue.

All of this torment was too much for Twilight. She came hard, moans of unimaginable pleasure escaping her mouth and into the sole of her captor, juices spurting everywhere on the floor. Queen Chrysalis glowed a very bright green for a few moments as she absorbed more love in that orgasm, than she had ever done with Shining Armor the whole time.

After her intense orgasm, the queen pulled her further inwards, so her face would be shoved between her two soles. This reaffirmed her focus on the job at hand (or in this case, at foot) and she renewed her vigorous licking of her captor's curved arches.

However, the two changelings behind her got a little bit carried away by the immense amount of love she gave off during her orgasm. They had consumed a lot of it themselves, and they were beginning to get horny. They left her feet alone for a few moments so she could worship in relative peace, and using discarded changeling chitin, constructed a pair of stocks that were raised, and parallel to the ground.

As Twilight sucked on all five of the toes of Chrysalis's left foot, massaging the sole with her small, silky hands, she felt her feet get lifted up and locked into something. She yelled out in surprise and looked back to see two very horny changelings rubbing their members over her restrained feet.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE," Chrysalis demanded of Twilight, forcing her lips back onto the right sole of her captor, "they deserve to use you however they desire."

Twilight whined a bit as she felt the two twitching poles of flesh glide over her helpless soles easily, the job made easier by their slickness. She tried to drown out the feeling of precum dripping on her adorable, curvy soles by running her tongue up and down, between her Queen's feet, but she was unable to do so enough to keep herself from getting horny again.

Soon enough, she felt a warm and sticky sensation on her soles, repeatedly. The two males had unloaded all over the little pony's purple feet, turning them partially white. The liquid managed to get everywhere, from her ankles to between her toes. They curled and uncurled, trying to be disgusted by the feeling. Her brain said she hated this, but her body desired nothing more than for her feet to be kept and used like that.

Chrysalis commanded the two satisfied, healthy changelings away, and called two more changelings to attend to Twilight's cum-covered feet, and this time they were both female. Silently, they understood what their Queen wanted. The two changelings began to massage the white fluid into Twilight's squirming soles. They were quite good at what they did, because Twilight was groaning in pleasure, despite being held in place on the floor by her stocks.

Her small hand reached its way back to her slit, beginning to rub it softly, but two more changelings appeared and held her arms outward. She cried out in protest, but Chrysalis silenced her whining by shoving both big toes into her mouth. They worked much like a pacifier does on a foal, calming her down and she was sucking on them vigorously.

"Mmhmm...do a good job, slave, and I'll consider keeping you in front of my throne instead of in prison..." Chrysalis hummed out, admiring the sight of male essence being firmly rubbed into Twilight's soles, like it was a moisturizer. Both of her big toes moved up and down against Twilight's tongue, filling her mouth with an intoxicating taste of pheromones that she couldn't get enough of.

The two changelings massaging Twilight's restrained feet finally ceased their actions, licking their hands clean of any remaining semen, and left the captured pony's feet alone, exposed for any changeling's use once again. She couldn't think properly anymore, she was relieved that her feet weren't being molested and used anymore, although she couldn't help but feel the need for such intimate touching to occur there again. Her mind was clouded with pleasure, and she was close to orgasming again.

She couldn't bring herself to cum, because two changelings were standing on her arms, their bare feet keeping Twilight's hands from reaching her spot. She tried to break free from the stocks holding her ankles, so she could at least have the tiniest fraction of pleasure against her captor's say-so, but was unsuccessful.

The captive bookworm whined as she felt a smaller set of feet press against her slit from behind, and two clawed hands very carefully raking up and down her abused soles. She bit down on Chrysalis's toes hard in surprise, and the queen recoiled in pain. "Ouch!! You bit me, slave...I think it's time for a little justice..." she said, in a stern, but devilishly seductive voice, enjoying the insane amount of love she was absorbing from her captive.

The female changeling teasing the poor pony with her feet destroyed the stocks holding Twilight's feet in the air, allowing her legs to fall to the floor, and the two changelings on her arms stepped off, leaving them alone. Twilight Sparkle instantly reached back to her behind, shoving two fingers deep into herself, and she groaned loudly in bliss.

She was unable to finish, again, because fifteen changelings had surrounded her, restraining Twilight as much as she could be without destroying her body. More and more changeligs joined the fray, and Queen Chrysalis cackled at her good work. A single purple pony, with no way out, unwillingly exerting incredible amounts of love energy, just because a swarm of her subjects were rubbing their feet all over her body. Both male and females demanded that Twilight clean up their small, but sexy, feet.

Twilight couldn't see anything anymore, or smell or taste anything but the soles of the aggressive swarm of changeling drones. She was driving each one to orgasm by running her enthusiastic tongue up and down their feet, from heels to toes. She counted one changeling who got his or her orgasm, then two, then three, four, five.

She had lost count after the 12th changeling had gotten its rocks off. This was so unfair! Everyone was getting to cum all over her, or her feet, everyone was getting their feet loved and cleaned but her! Her mind was nothing but a blur at this point, all she could do was exhaust herself either by trying to pleasure herself, or by swirling her tongue on the umpteenth sole she had today. For many hours, Chrysalis called workers, soldiers, and guardians, all to have their tired and needy feet worshipped by a continuously-denied librarian she had captured for the hive.

The moon was high in the sky by the time all of the changelings of Twilight's section of the hive were pleasured. Chrysalis finally decided that enough was enough today, and called all of her changelings to let her off the floor. The queen got off her throne and walked over to her slave.

Twilight was a cum-soaked, sweaty, blushing, exhausted mess. She still hadn't had her much-needed orgasm yet, so Chrysalis, in all her generosity, placed her slickened, well-worshipped foot in her captive's lap, and began to grind the arch up and down her clit. It didn't take long for Twilight to get off. She screamed loudly, her back arching, and her over-teased body convulsing on the floor as her juices spurted almost as high as Queen Chrysalis was tall. The queen jolted slightly in surprise, the love released from that orgasm was more than enough to feed a quarter of the entire hive through the winter.

The whole time Twilight came, Chrysalis's toes were wiggling on her spot, rubbing on her clit. Once the tormented prisoner finally calmed down from her state of bliss, Chrysalis sat back down on her throne, absorbing the last bits of love she could from her prisoner. Very strangely, she didn't look like Chrysalis's usual hosts after such a huge amount of love was drained from them. She looked as normal as she could be, after such a long worship session.

"Please...no...more...tired..." Twilight gasped, struggling to regain her breath after the hours and hours of foot cleaning and worship.

"Hehehehe, look at you, the Element of Magic, under my total sexual control..." Chrysalis teased. Twilight was dripping sweat, and she really WAS unable to resist. Not just because she was too tired to, but because she unwillingly enjoyed being swarmed by so many soft, supple soles.

The queen pulled her new slave along using her chain and collar, and Twilight was too weak to resist, or even walk along with her captor. Chrysalis decided to just carry her captive to where she was going. Twilight looked into her eyes weakly, saying, "A-are...are we going to bed...?"

Chrysalis gave her a knowing smirk, and then stopped at a translucent prisoner bubble that was in her line of sight, still in her throne room. The bookworm's eyes went wide with realization, but it was too late, Chrysalis shoved her into the bubble, enough for it to give way and suck her in, but keeping her bare feet outside the bubble, so Twilight could never hide them, and the hive was able to use them as they pleased.

"Nononono, b-but you said if I did a good job, you'd keep me in front of your throne, not in prison!!" Twilight begged the queen. Chrysalis played with her struggling feet as she said, "You lost your throne privileges when you bit on your Queen's toes, so you're going to stay in there for a week, where I can watch you be what you're meant to be...the foot slave of the hive."

Twilight gulped in fear as she saw two changelings notice her unprotected soles, messy from their earlier torment, and Chrysalis backed off, allowing them to fulfill their needs.

A week passed, and Twilight was finally allowed out of the prison for another session of worship. This time she did well, despite all that she endured, and Chrysalis allowed her to sleep in her own bed with her Queen. More days passed, weeks, months....and over time she became accustomed to the life of being a personalized bondage pet, because of how many different restraining devices the changelings used on her to get their rocks off.

The hive thrived so much from keeping Twilight and the other five friends, that Equestria was forgotten in the minds of the changelings. These were ponies that had infinite love to be extracted, and they were to be kept forever in the Queen's clutches.

Twilight's feet lived (somewhat) happily ever after, being the property of the Chrysalis hive.

-End

Author's Note

As before, thank Knightazure25 for commissioning this, and Jay Tarrant for proofreading this...this was the longest and hardest story I've ever written. Sheesh.