TwiSole Slavery Vol. 2

by lego3

Rating: mature
Tags: Porn, Tempest Shadow, Fetish, Starlight Glimmer, Non-consensual, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: The Movie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe
Length: 10246

Commissioned by Knightazure25, proofread by Jay Tarrant, cover art by FetishSketches. Another collection of stories where Twilight loses and is captured.

Commissioned by Knightazure25, proofread by Jay Tarrant, cover art by FetishSketches.

Both stories are from first-person perspective.

Tempest Shadow manages to capture the Princess of Friendship, but is she REALLY going to just give her to the Storm King that easily?

On a second note, Twilight Sparkle is called to Our Town to solve some friendship problem. Is she going to find it and solve it...or will she leave at all?

(WARNING: CONTAINS LOTS OF FOOT STUFF.)

Published 2018-05-21 15:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2018-06-02 03:21:23 UTC

Toepen Up Your Eyes

I, Fizzlepop Ber-I mean, Tempest Shadow, had just been through an excruciatingly painful chase. My 'evil boss' was sitting on his lazy, fuzzy behind, playing with his stupid staff. A staff that I intended to seize, as I could tell he had no intention of actually helping me. No one should ever be trusted.

Meanwhile, guess who was doing all the heavy lifting? Yes, that's me, and that little gluttonous, comedic-relief hedgehog thing he assigned as my second in command. Twilight Sparkle and her five useless friends, through pure luck, had escaped my grasp on multiple occasions.

The purple princess and her posse fell down Canterlot Waterfall and escaped me once. A brown-furred Abyssinian feline tried to mislead us after a destructive chase in Klugetown, the Storm King's cargo haulers were traitors, and now they were all on Mount Aris.

I chuckled to myself as the ship came to a halt, directly beside the abandoned city of the Hippogriffs, which Grubber and I unfortunately failed to retrieve that powerful pearl from. I knew from my books that the hippogriffs had retreated underwater to escape my wrath. Yes, MY wrath. The Storm King was just a means to an end.

Quickly and quietly, my armoured hands grabbed onto a rope, and I slid down and landed on my feet, on the south beach surrounding the mountain. Two of the stronger soldiers made their way down with me, just in case I needed...backup. I knew where the entrance to their underwater city was. I just had to wait...

And I came not a moment too soon, and hid behind some well-placed rocks. Peeking out from my position, I donned a toothy, evil grin. There was no sign of that little pearl in Twilight's hands. Not long after the other five washed up on shore, the fighting between them started.

I noted how long it took for the princess's friends to turn on her and leave her after her outburst, and it didn't take long at all. All that remained by her side was that little secondary-character looking dragon. Not worrying about what he could do, I quietly gave a signal to my soldiers.

All three of us slowly snuck up behind the so-called 'princess of friendship'. The little dragon suddenly became aware of our presence and shouted to Twilight, but it was too late. The two soldiers I commanded grabbed the bookhorse tightly, with one of their heavy hands wrapped around her horn. Thanks to their thick hide, she was unable to defend herself with magic.

I saw the little dragon run away pretty quickly, as we dragged the princess back towards the anchor. She was putting up a bit of a fight, so I slammed my hand onto the back of her head, but not so hard that she would develop amnesia. No, no, that would be...inconvenient. Thankfully, this knocked her out so she wouldn't slip out of the soldiers' hands.

Grubber pulled us all back onto the ship, and once we were all safely onboard, I dismissed my soldiers. Now that the fourth princess was in my hands, I no longer had need of them...or anyone here. I carried her down to the 'display' prison area of the ship, where a single cage dangled over a glowing-red substance that wasn't pleasant to touch, but gave an evil glow to the room.

A good few minutes after we were on our way to Canterlot, so I could show the Storm King what for, I found myself staring at the princess. Her skin, it was luminous, like she got it cared for literally every day by someone. I looked at my own battered, scarred skin in disappointment.

She had a full, proud horn, and I didn't. Her blouse didn't exactly allow me to see how toned she was, but I bet she was soft, and nice, and everyone LIKED her. This soft, disgustingly adorable weakling got all that she deserved. Not EVERYONE can have someone be nice to them.

Eventually, Twilight awoke. It didn't take long for her to realize she was trapped, and that the cage was anti-magic. "Wha...where...? Tempest? Why are you doing this? You're a pony...just like me!!" she shouted. I kicked her cage with my black boot, forcing it to swing back and forth.

"I'm NOTHING like you. I'm more than you'll EVER be..." I said, harshly. My horn crackled threateningly, and I was about to sing a rather dark, yet epic song. But I hesitated to sing my feelings, because I noticed something...odd about this one. Her eyes kept glancing down at my lower body for some reason. I grabbed onto the dangling cage, forcing it to be still, and I demanded her attention.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, TWILIGHT SPARKLE." I shouted fiercely. She recoiled, her eyes looking straight into my scarred, aquamarine ones. Her face was slightly reddish, but even with my intimidation, she didn't look like she could stop herself from glancing downwards every now and then.

"Why do you keep on looking downwards, weakling?" I inquired, "I know you should be ashamed, but I can tell that you see something on my lower body. Tell me, or I'll show you what REAL shame is."

My little captive pony shook her head, and forced herself to focus on my face. It was too late for her to go back, though. "Very well, then, whelp, I'm going to make you WORSHIP me, and I'm going to show you exactly where you're going to do it."

"W...worship?" Twilight stuttered out, her face turning even more red, and I could see her legs tighten just a little. Now it was MY turn to be confused. I wasn't exactly oblivious to the signals of someone being turned on, and she was starting to show it, ever so slightly. I shook away those intrusive thoughts of someone actually being aroused by ME of all ponies, and decided to go through with my threats.

Where do low-life, hated ponies worship their betters? At their feet, of course.

I ripped off my black metal boots, my terrifyingly-strong hands (if i do say so myself) crumpling the tops of the boots slightly. Twilight watched me curiously, unsure as to why I was doing this, but I could tell something about it was causing an awakening in her nethers...an unwilling one at that.

I scowled at my caged prisoner, sitting down and crossing my legs in front of her, making sure Twilight could see what she was going to have to deal with. Just to be sure I had the adorable bookish captive's attention, I scrunched my tantalizing toes twice. Upon seeing that I had a captive audience (literally) in the form of Twilight's violet eyes, I chuckled to myself.

What Twilight observed at the end of my legs must have been...enticing to her. I couldn't believe it. Someone was actually desiring me, and it made me feel beautiful. I hadn't felt this way in ages. Gaining more confidence in myself, I showed off the more prominent areas of my feet.

A slight scar was present on the top of my left foot. I...had to kick a timberwolf right upside the wooden skull. Besides the scar, I knew that Twilight could see that these soles were battle-hardened, and as firm as her belief that her friends would come to her rescue. Heh. After the little skirmish that she caused among them, would those weak-willed ponies even think of her again?

Regardless of whether they were still friends, I had to rub my left foot over my right, displaying the finer details of my peds, to force her to forget about them. My two maroon feet were not very smooth, due to their heavy usage in combat. Ridges and a few small callouses adorned the curvy, toned soles, but other than that, both my feet were slim, sexy, and quite appealing to the eye. (I've had a few coltfriends who tried to touch them without permission.)

"I expect COMPLETE and TOTAL surrender at my feet!" I said, grinning maliciously. I lay on the metal grating, on my side, so that my backside and my feet were in full view of the captive princess. The side of my left foot was resting on the ground, my right foot pressed closely behind, and pointing downwards.

And then, shockingly, Twilight managed to tear her eyes away from the curvy, powerful feet in front of her. I was a bit offended, but I knew that wouldn't last for long.

I laughed evilly. "You'll be my obedient little minion...your friends aren't coming to save you, so you might as well do what I say if you want to live," I said, throwing off my gauntlets. My slim hands underneath grabbed onto the thick, anti-magic bars of the dangling cage, and I pulled them apart with all my might, allowing Twilight room to leave. After the 'princess' (though I spit as I utter that title) stepped out of the cage, I piped up before she got any ideas.

"Oh, and 'little princess', if you even think of running away from your new mistress...well, you won't even get to lay a FINGER on my feet..." I chuckled. Twilight bit her lip and tried to ignore what I just said. It was so cute when she tried to act tough and resilient.

I knew EXACTLY how to get into Twilight Sparkle's head. If the last few minutes were any indication, a good set of feet were her weakness...especially ones that were a stark contrast to hers, like MINE, for example.

As I led Twilight deeper down into the ship, the clanking of my remaining armor and the sound of my feet stepping across metal more than obvious to her ears, I could tell she was ashamed of herself. She'd yelled at her friends, when Twilight was the one who used them as a distraction, to get a stupid, worthless little pearl. And now, she was captured by the enemy, who had...plans in mind for her. Not only that, but that enemy (myself) had coerced her into obedience, using my strong, sexy feet.

Twilight's horn lit up to see where exactly she was going, as it was pitch black at the bottom of the ship. Even the red glow from below her cage was absent. I didn't like that, however, and extinguished her horn with two fingers.

"NO MAGIC," I yelled, shoving the poor bookhorse forward and forcing her to stumble. It took a few more minutes of wandering in complete darkness, but I knew exactly where I was going. I was taking her to the brig.

I grabbed my captive's soft little behind, and then pushed her through a doorway. I followed her inside, and locked the door behind us both. When I turned on a light, Twilight had a horrified look on her face.

She was locked in a cell I had the army build, specifically for holding prisoners I take a liking to. There was quite a bit of...equipment inside, that the Storm King granted me, because it helped seal our deal. A set of stocks on the ground near a short length of chain and handcuffs, a single chair in the corner of the cell, and a treasure chest that contained objects that I couldn't bear to think about, not without intrusive thoughts about me USING them on Twilight...

My broken horn crackled with energy, and I forced the purple bookworm onto her knees. She didn't try to resist, or fight back, or anything, because I lifted my foot and pinched her muzzle between my toes. I giggled, this pony was all mine now. The Storm King could go jump off a cliff, for all I cared. He wasn't going to restore my horn anyway.

I promptly began stripping the helpless pony. First thing that HAD to go was her blouse. It was loose, light blue, and didn't hug any of her curves or show off her form. Twilight looked up at my vivid green eyes in fear of what I'd do to her if she didn't let me do what I wanted, and a whine escaped her as I tore her blouse off.

"Perfect," I said gleefully, kneeling behind my topless captive. My fingers next dug their way under the sides of her skirt, adorned with a six-pointed star and many others around the main star. As they began to pull it apart, she quickly wriggled away and spoke up.

"Please..." she said, looking back at me with tears in her eyes, "not that...anything bu-" I then cut her off.

"Hmmm, resistance? I suppose I'll just leave you here forever...you're going to be mine for as long as I want, and yet you're fighting the inevitable? And by doing that...you won't get even a single touch of my feet...my oh so perfect feet. Is that what you want?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. For added assurance, of a 'yes', I slowly began to walk away from her, making sure to pick my feet up high with each step. When she got a full view of each sole, I looked back at her expectantly.

She obviously shook her head.

"Good...now LET ME KEEP WORKING," I growled, and the cowardly little princess moved her hands behind her back, so I could continue. I tore her little skirt in two, to find a set of very smooth, sexy thighs underneath. Her panties didn't last the process either, and tore off with her skirt, so I got a front-row seat view of her bare behind and her lady parts.

But I wasn't here for either of those things. I wanted to make her suffer, for her fetish to be used against her. I quickly closed the padded stocks her ankles were in, locking them up, and closing the cuffs on the end of the chain on her wrists. Now, she was in a more...respectful position. Kneeling down, hands behind her back. It was time to reveal her biggest weakness (besides my own pair of feet).

I flung off her purple sneakers, revealing a set of fluffy magenta socks with purple hearts on them. I could see the curves of her foot underneath, and took my time peeling her socks off, one at a time. As soon as each one came off, her toes scrunched, and I was greeted with quite a hot sight.

Her feet were almost the polar opposite of my own. I knelt down and began my inspection of them. At my very first touch, one of them instinctively wiggled its way in front of the other, to shield the sole from any unwelcome sensations. No matter, I just decided to feel the unprotected one for now.

I held the undefended foot in my strong, greedy hand, and rubbed my thumb over the arch in circles. Her sole was soft, squeezable, and very easy on the eyes. My other palm ran up and down her sole, causing her lovely, smallish toes to scrunch. Unlike my tough, unyielding, and battered feet, hers were well cared for, pampered, and loved their entire life.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but it made me resent her even more, as I was jealous and angry at not having her type of feet, or her good looks, myself. But then again, now that I had them in my grasp...I could do anything I wanted to them...to her.

I snapped myself out of such thoughts. I was here to manipulate and to torment her, not to worship her feet. So I took the chair from the corner of the cell, and sat myself down. As soon as Twilight looked up at me, tears in her eyes and her face beet-red, I shoved my firm, war-weary foot into her face.

"MMPH!!" Twilight cried out in pain. As little as I cared if she was hurt, I couldn't injure her enough to take away her ability to bow down and worship. So I eased my right sole's pressure on her face, and my angry, spiteful face let her know exactly what to do.

I then felt a slimy, warm object start to run across my upper right sole. Twilight was actually worshipping my foot...it felt really strange, but I was beginning to like it. I pushed my powerful foot further onto her face, dragging it up and down in rhythm with her tongue's movements. A soft moan escaped my lips, but I quickly bit my lower one. Why was I showing any sort of weakness?

Quickly, I pressed both of my soles to the sides of Twilight's head in an attempt to cover her ears, my curved arches fitting the shape of it quite nicely between them. But not quite curved enough to prevent her from hearing anything. She didn't seem to hear anything, however, and she looked...cute, with my feet wrapped around her head.

"Awww, is the little friendless princess liking this? Does she wanna kiss and love her new mistress's feet?" I teased, using my left foot to pinch her horn between two of my toes. Princess Twilight's mouth hung open, and she let out an adorable, long moan of pleasure. I chuckled at her, her love for my soles overriding any desire to resist. I moved both my tough, agile feet in circles around her red-tinted cheeks.

I pressed both of my soles over her face this time, and I could feel her cheeks warming up against them. I made sure to put a lot of pressure on her face as I dragged my strong, flexible feet over it. She seemed to enjoy this, and vigorously lapped at the area between the arches with her tongue.

I sighed as I felt her tongue slip and slide in between each space of my toes. Thankfully, I wasn't too sensitive or ticklish there, so I could enjoy the full feeling of them being licked and made out with. I curled my toes repeatedly as she swirled her tongue around each individual digit.

I could feel Twilight's face rub up and down between my feet, as she started to get more eager with her worshiping. Her nose dragged upwards between my arches, and she looked into my eyes the whole time she did it. I locked my eyes with hers, quite eagerly myself. Each of my toes was then given a long, passionate kiss.

I bit my lip and groaned softly, each of my digits tapping against her lips when she smooched them. She then moved her head downwards once again, her face obscured by my slim, powerful feet. I then felt a very heated, sloppy kiss from her, directly onto the ball of my right foot, and she repeated the process with the left, moaning like she was being rutted by one of her 'friends'.

"That's right, you pathetic little pony princess...that's the way to treat your new mistress..." I said, nodding in approval at her treatment. I placed my hand in my lap, as she kissed further down my right sole, onto my arch. Twilight began use her tongue like Prench ponies do when they kiss. I must admit, it was quite a new, but not unwelcome, sensation for me. To have someone so in love with my feet...

The pleasantly warm sensation of her tongue rubbing up against my attention-craving soles was beginning to do something to me. My nethers began to feel wet, and I couldn't ignore the fact that I was enjoying being able to dominate someone, to command them to do anything I said. So I stripped off my remaining armor, and exposed the black, skin-tight suit underneath.

I pulled my now-slick feet off of my prisoner's face, allowing her to feast her eyes on my tall, curvy body, my ample breasts, and, of course, my feet. They say the pupil expands as much as forty-five percent when exposed to something appealing. I think Twilight's irises were completely eclipsed by her pupils instead.

She then shut them tight. Clearly she had found a moment of strength...she didn't want to gaze upon Tempest Shadow's beautiful soles? It looked like I'd have to make her...

"Come now, little one...open up your eyes," I teased, rubbing my right big toe in circles, tracing along the outline of her soft lips, "see the world from where I stand..."

Twilight began to struggle for the first time in her bindings, desperately trying to free her wrists from behind her back. I planted both feet on her supple, soft breasts, carefully gripping the nipples between my toes.

"Me among the mighty...you caged at my command..." I finished. I smiled to myself, I had to admit that would have made a nice song. But I didn't let my poetic prowess distract me from breaking the princess down. I pressed one foot between her legs, and the other against her left cheek.

Twilight's eyes popped open. She was unable to help herself, she opened up her mouth widely and greedily took all five of those toes in, nibbling on them and sucking on them with vigour. I grinned widely, she was so easy to break down.

But I still had needs to attend to. I wanted to show Twilight how she deserves to be treated, more so than I have already. I yanked my toes out of her mouth, causing her to whine softly at the loss of the taste of my slim, sexy foot. I ignored her protests, and stormed my way over behind her.

"Wait wait wait, what did I do wrong?!" Twilight pleaded, but I didn't care what she said. I grabbed one of her restrained feet, sitting down and running my nails up and down, from heel to toe. Twilight's face scrunched up, and was starting to turn red. I could tell she was holding back her laughter. No pony in the world's feet would quiver and twitch this much, and not be ticklish.

I had to kick it up a notch in order to get her to laugh. Twilight's toes scrunched to lessen the tickling, but there was very little room for her feet to move, due to the tops of her feet resting on the floor. My horn crackled with energy, and her other foot was surrounded by a blue aura while I rapidly scratched at the foot I held.

Twilight burst into loud fits of laughter. Now that the dam burst, there was no holding back that cute little laugh. I laughed along with her, but with pure joy instead of panic. I was showing these soft, loved feet the true meaning of torture. It was Twilight's bad luck for having such perfect feet. This was bound to happen anyway.

Twilight's wings flapped in desperation, and her feet were rubbing over one another to try to shield one at a time from my dastardly fingers. It was no use, however, because each time one of her slick, blushing feet tried to protect the other, I would tickle it out of the way.

Her thrashing was getting tiresome, as sexy as it was. I let up on the tickling for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath. While she was busy trying to pull her wrists out of the cuffs, I was busy forcing her feet to bend so that the toes were flat on the floor, and her soles were unable to move at all.

Before she realized what had happened, I immediately drove my fingers into both of her exposed soles this time. It was much more fun to touch them, to feel them, and to torment them myself. Now that Twilight's feet could no longer move, she was screaming and laughing, begging me to stop. But I didn't stop, I was having too much fun.

"Hmph. The way I see it, Twiley, you're getting what you deserve," I said, nonchalantly. I decided to get a toy from the nearby chest, just to make her torture that much worse. With one hand keeping her feet occupied, I managed to reach over to the chest and grab out a fork. I promptly got to using this on her, not caring enough to give her a warning.

As the points of the fork dug into her smooth, ticklish arches, she choked and sputtered out an apology for any sort of wrongdoing. I ignored the apology, and simply used the fork to continue scratching deeply into her soles, now very slick with a coat of sweat. Her giggling quickly resumed as I grabbed a second fork, attending to her other sole's needs. With no way of escape or protection from my ticklish torture, they sat there, completely still, practically BEGGING to be tickled. And continue to tickle them I did.

This continued on for more than an hour. Every so often, I would verbally tease her, by whispering in her ear, just to make it that much worse for her. After I finally decided to give the poor little princess a break, I stood up, and looked over my work.

Two feet, sweating profusely, with long red tracks all over the soles, and the original blush from the stimulation itself remained. Her mane was drenched with sweat, her reddened face wet with tears, and she was still completely locked up. I grinned widely at my work, but then my lady parts cried out to me. I'd forgotten all about my unbearable urges in the heat of the torment, and they needed to be taken care of now.

I unlocked the stocks that were holding Twilight's feet prisoner, and freed the poor princess's arms from the chain, and I grabbed one of her peds greedily. I tore open the area of my skin-tight suit covering between my legs, and I began to rub my clit all over Twilight's smooth, tired sole. She barely even moved, she was simply too weak from the torture she just endured.

It didn't take long at all before I came, and I did so hard. I grabbed her other foot and brought them side by side, so I was able to soak them both in my juices. The most I saw her move during my orgasm is when I saw her adorable toes twitch.

When I finally finished up, I noticed that the little princess was weakly fingering herself, and she was absolutely soaking wet from her treatment earlier. I snapped to attention and yanked her hand away, preventing her from achieving her desperately-needed orgasm.

"Nuh...nononono...please...Tempest..." she begged me. I charged up my horn quickly to intimidate my prisoner.

"MISTRESS, YOU MEAN."

"M-mistress...need...to cum..." she finished, panting hard and trying to use her other hand to get herself off. I was too quick, however, and grabbed her wrist tightly. I motioned for her to stand up, which she did rather weakly.

"Prisoners don't get to cum, unless they do favors for me..." I said, pulling her along and unlocking her cell. The nude, captive princess looked confused, but I forced her to follow along. On our way up to the main deck of the ship, I had to constantly smack her hand out of the way of her slit.

We then reached my captain's quarters, and I shoved Twilight inside with me, locking the door tight. I then threw myself onto my heart-shaped bed, slipping out of my black skin-tight suit.

"Sit here," I commanded the princess, after allowing her to gaze upon my nude form for a few seconds. She quickly and obediently sat at the end of the bed, and I wiggled my toes enticingly for her.

"I'm totally exhausted after tickling you for so long...I want a massage, prisoner..." I growled, but Twilight didn't seem too fazed. She quickly grabbed onto my left foot, rubbing her small thumbs into the exact center of it. I laid back onto my large pillow, sighing softly as I felt Twilight tend to my needy sole. I opened up my scarred eye to make sure she wasn't trying anything to orgasm, and surprisingly, she was mostly focused on how best to rub my foot.

I then decided to slowly give her what she needed, the better she massaged me. I placed my other foot in her lap, very slowly, deliberately, dragging the side of it back and forth through her slit. She clenched her teeth and groaned softly in bliss, as her hands worked their way up to my toes. Her fingers softly wrapped around them and pulled them back and forth, and I worked with my other foot to ensure an impending, yet slow, orgasm for her.

Twilight leaned down and opened up her mouth widely, enveloping my toes tightly with her lips, and darted her tongue between each of my toes. I jolted just a bit in surprise, and dug my toes deep between Twilight's legs, causing her to grunt, curling her toes and tensing up.

As her fingers locked with my toes, her other hand squeezing the life out of my arch, I dragged my big toe across her clit, sending the captive princess over the edge. She screamed in unrivalled bliss, thrusting into my foot as she soaked it in her juices. Her powerful orgasm rocked her body to the core, and she instinctively grabbed onto the foot on her lady parts to ride it out.

When she was finally finished, I pulled my feer out of her grip, allowing her to bask in the afterglow. I snickered a bit, I could tell very clearly that she wasn't all there.

I waited a few minutes for her to calm down, and said, "Since you did such a good job, little princess, I'm going to let you sleep with me, your mistress, tonight. But don't expect such good treatment all the time."

Twilight gasped, nodding slowly, and crawled her way over to me. I lifted up the blankets to allow her under, and pulled her unfairly sexy little body towards me. I made sure to press up my breasts against hers, and locked her toes with mine. I REALLY wasn't about to let the Storm King have this one. Twilight was mine and mine alone.

-End

Author's Note

Knightazure25 is an absolute unit for commissioning this. Now there IS a Tempest Shadow story out there.

Toe Pony Left Behind

Today was another boring day. I, Starlight Glimmer of Sires Hollow, had built this village from the ground up over years. I had a good collection of magical Cutie Marks from the ponies who followed my Karl March-esque ideals. Ever since my friend Sunburst left, without any word to me, as a filly, I found the idea of 'friendship' repulsive.

Sunburst and I were the closest of friends that ponies could be. We played all of his nerdy board games, we studied the most advanced forms of magic together, WE EVEN ANTIQUE-SHOPPED TOGETHER. HOW COULD HE LEAVE ME AFTER THAT?

Ok, maybe that wasn't the most...friendly thing we did together.

In truth, I was angry he left me alone with my overbearing dad, even after...well...after I let him...indulge in my feet when I was just a filly and he was a colt. He found something fascinating about them, something attractive. So I endured a lot of tasting of my soles, lots of delicate experiments performed on them to make them...better. As smooth and as healthy as could be.

"After all I let him do to me..." I grumbled, but lifted one of my soles up onto my leg. I ran one of my fingers on its surface, and I had to force a smile down at the feeling. His work on them hadn't faded with my age...and neither had my love for my feet being touched. They say you develop fetishes at a very young age, and I certainly have seen the effects. All that foot stuff we did as kids...I could never truly forget it.

While Sunburst's feet were ticklish, sensitive, and well cared for (but for some reason, their color didn't match the rest of his body), and I loved to play with them as he did with mine, there was something missing about them to me. When I began to notice the beauty of the pony's foot all around me, I was especially enticed by the female foot. The soft, gentle curve of the arch. The smaller, more slender toes. And of course, the heightened sensitivity.

None of this is to say I don't like to have fun with the stallions' feet around the village, under the guise that this was necessary to remove their cutie mark. I enjoyed tickling and exploring all of my villagers' soles to my heart's content, but it's been years since they all arrived, and all of them act as one. I was craving something new, something different. Fresh meat, you might say.

I tore myself away from those thoughts, they were starting to get me riled up again. I was starting to run out of excuses to indulge myself in my villagers' feet, and to keep up the ruse, I needed to control myself and keep from doing it too much. So I decided to slip my foot back into my black and purple boot, and looked out my window.

Our Town was as quiet and as peaceful as usual. No one was fighting, no one was superior, no one was shaking in fear. I grinned and twirled a thick wooden stick in my nimble fingers, which I called the Staff of Sameness. The ponies of the village thought this was an artefact of the Old Pillar of Healing, Mage Meadowbrook. They, however, didn't study their history. Meadowbrook only had eight artefacts, not nine. This was only a stupid stick.

Where did the magic to strip cutie marks come from? Why, from my own ridiculous skill, of course. My skills of the arcane, and my masterful tickle torture. I didn't exactly excel in magic, until Sunburst left me behind, compelling me to surpass him.

I crossed my legs and stretched my thin, but lovable little body to its limits, and pulled my jeans down a little bit, to check on my 'Cutie Mark'. It had been rubbed off slightly, so I pressed an equal-sign stencil over the side of my behind, and applied makeup to cover my real cutie mark.

I then heard a knock on the door to my grayish-brown stone cottage, and I redressed myself, getting up off my bed and going to greet whoever sought to bug me with their ridiculous problems.

"Oh, Double Diamond, what's going on? Complaints about Sugar Belle's baking again?" I asked, leaning on the doorframe.

"No, no, far from it, Miss Glimmer. We have a new visitor!" he shouted with glee, and stepped aside. My eyes widened like dinner plates for less than a second, and I marveled at what I saw.

In Double Diamond's place was a female purple pony. She looked like a unicorn at first (and quite an adorable one at that...sucks to suck, Sugar Belle), but this one had wings. She was an actual alicorn princess. I'll be honest, I was dumbfounded, and didn't know what exactly to do about the beauty in front of me.

But I composed myself eventually, chirping, "Welcome to Our Town, where we are all equal! You might have noticed the lack of Cutie Mark diversity here. That's because, in Our Town, we don't think we're better than one another."

Her voice was angelic, and rather adorkable. "Umm, hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I was sent here to solve a friendship problem...? I think?" she said, completely unsure of herself, and looking around awkwardly. I gave her my friendliest and most welcoming smile. I didn't want her getting too creeped out and walking away. Celestia knows when next an opportunity like this will fall into my hands.

"A friendship problem? No, no...not a single smile has faded since we established this place...but since you came all this way, what say I show you around town personally?" I asked, giving her a warm and welcoming handshake. Sweet Celestia, they were perfect.

In response to that, Twilight nodded politely. "I'd love a tour from you...if there's nothing wrong here, I may as well explore..." she said, shrugging. I stepped out of my cottage, and took her hand eagerly, and began to show her around our tiny little village, what few amenities we had. I showed her the awful bakery, the less-than-fashionable clothes shop, and introduced her to every single pony in the village. When I was done with the 'showing around' bit, I decided to end the tour with a spectacular musical number. In Our Town, no pony is left behind.

Twilight Sparkle looked even more confused at our extravagant song. "How is it that you can all have the same Cutie Mark? I mean, friendship is all about..."

I sort of tuned her out at this point. She was giving a lecture on what friendship should be, how our differences define us, et cetera et cetera, blah blah blah...but I was too distracted by my own planning. I had to keep this pony in my grasp somehow.

"Umm, yeah, ponies came here because they were different and wanted to be the same..." I mumbled out when I heard her stop talking. It was hard to look away from her ugly boots, and to not wonder what sort of ticklish peds they were hiding.

I decided to take her to my house, now that the tour was over, and the day was getting late. "Here," I said, pulling her towards the end of the village, "why don't you stay with me tonight? It's a long way back to Ponyville..."

Twilight nodded politely, putting on her best smile, but I could tell it was an act. She wanted to leave, and I couldn't allow that. I needed to keep her here...do things to her...break her down, so she would begin to enjoy her torment...and I had just the potion that was needed for me to do that.

I led her to my small dining room, and sat her down at the table. "Perhaps you'd like something to eat before you go?" I asked, and in response, her stomach growled. She giggled awkwardly, saying, "I...guess that'd be nice, I didn't realize how hungry I was..."

I excitedly rushed into the kitchen, out of sight of the pony princess. Without hesitation, I began to cook up a meal for her, with the finest ingredients Our Town had to offer. Not that Our Town had a lot of good ingredients anyway...but I still managed to whip up a bit of cabbage soup.

"What's that smell? Whatever you're cooking smells really nice!" I heard her shout from the dining room. I had to hurry, before she decided to walk in here, and quickly grabbed out the final ingredient from a hidden cabinet below the sink: a potion that renders the user unconscious for hours.

"It's cabbage soup, it's almost ready! Just give me one minute!" I called out in a singsong voice, struggling to hide my excitement as I placed a few drops of the clear liquid into the broth. I stirred it up a bit, and then brought Twilight a bowl.

I placed the bowl of tasty soup on the table in front of Twilight, and then stood behind her, so she could eat. She dove in and gobbled it up with great gusto, perhaps not very fitting for a princess like her. I grinned, pressing my breasts against the back of her neck, and laying my head on top of hers.

Twilight looked up at me shyly, blushing, and clearly uncomfortable. "Can I...help you?" she inquired. My arms crossed in front of her, resting atop her extremely soft set of breasts.

"Oh, no, I was just wondering how you liked it..." I murmured into her ear.

She scooted away from me, sadly, and continued to eat until the soup was all gone. I could tell that she wanted to get up, but she was starting to sweat, and was rubbing her forehead quite a bit.

"What...why do I suddenly...feel...oh no..." The light of realization shone in her violet eyes, but it was far too late. Twilight immediately stood herself up, but didn't lst more than a few steps until she collapsed again. I took it upon myself to catch her before she got seriously injured, though.

My horn lit up with aquamarine energy, and I carried Princess Twilight Sparkle's unconscious body out of the town, looking around first to make sure no one was watching. When I determined the coast was clear, I ran with her body all the way up a large hill, and into a cave.

Gasping for breath, I gently laid her delicate body down, right in front of the Cutie Mark Vault. The glow of the magic within the vault lit up her cute face in ways that got me all hot and heavy, as I thought about what would happen next.

I had plenty of time before Twilight would wake, but I didn't want to take any chances with her. Using my powerful magic, I dragged the large boulder near the cave in front of the entrance, so it would be much harder for her to escape me, if I gave her too small of a dose. I then took Twilight to a room connected to the vault, where I would have my fun with all of my townsfolk...

In the center of this dimly lit room sat a complicated restraining contraption. It had a pair of stocks low to the ground, and it had 3 padded holes, one big enough for a neck to reside in. There was also a comfortable padding on the ground, so no one's belly or breasts would be scraping along the dirt. Several belts lined the ground pad, as to keep the victim from thrashing at all. Finally, there was a pair of stocks that was parallel to the ground, with two padded holes to house ankles in and five rings to fit ties in, so the soles would be pointing upwards, completely still and defenceless.

I was not as strong physically as I was magically, but I grabbed Twilight and carried her over to the padding myself, and laid her down so I could strip her bare.

I couldn't wait. Her boots had to come off first. They were simply too concealing for me to like...They were black, leather, knee high, and mostly covered in purple stitching, except for below the ankle. I pulled both of her rather ugly boots off, only to reveal her feet had an extra layer of protection. Her magenta socks were keeping me from my prizes, and I had to change it.

Quickly and eagerly, I yanked off both of her loose, but quite soft, socks. What I saw under all that awful footwear was nothing short of a miracle....

Everything about Twilight's feet was perfectly proportioned. They were completely blemish-free, as if they were never used in her life. The toes were slender and flexible-looking, without being too thin or thick. As if flexibility would help her now...

I ran my hands up and down her soles for an excessive amount of time, truly and thoroughly getting a feel for them. They were completely and utterly flawless, and they were smoother than the rest of the skin I felt today. But although I wanted nothing more than to just sensually feel up her sweet soles, I still had to make sure she couldn't get away.

After that needlessly long foot-feeling session, I decided to unbutton her puffy blue top, and stripped off the cute little schoolgirl bowtie. I smiled to myself, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were on full display.

I gave each one of them an overly-long kiss and squeeze, and then got to work on removing her short purple skirt, adorned with...

How convenient. As soon as I pulled down her skirt, I saw that the design on the outside matched her cutie mark on the side of her butt. A large magenta star, surrounded by five smaller white stars. I giggled, finding her choice of clothing (except her footwear) truly adorable.

After getting rid of those useless panties blocking her ladyhood, I placed her on her belly and quickly began strapping her into the restraining device. The stocks closed around her neck and her slender hands, the belts wrapped around her torso and her magestic wings, holding them closed, but not too tightly, so my fingers could dig into her sides.

Finally, her feet were firmly locked into the stocks, and I made sure her toes could barely twitch, closing the tiny rings around them.

"It's time to remove that cutie mark of yours, Twilight Sparkle..." I chuckled, to nobody in particular. I reveled in the sight of my captured prey, the single hottest sight I'd ever seen in my entire life.

Two beautiful purple soles, locked in a set of padded stocks, as so not to harm her delicate skin. The toes were locked back very tightly, restraining her feet to their limits. The toe rings really defined how curvy, how silky her feet were.

There was a set of lovely legs, running upwards to a supple, squeezable behind. Her bare, exposed torso had a large set of wings, which I made sure were kept closed and still, and a set of modest, but squishy breasts. And, of course, her hands and her head were also locked up, so she could enjoy my soles as much as I enjoyed hers.

"Oh...almost forgot..." I chastised myself. How could I forget this one important item? She would have been able to escape easily without it...I quickly slipped the magic-sapping ring I carried with me, onto her horn. Now, this pretty princess was truly all mine.

At that moment, I noticed Twilight's eyes flutter open. "Hunh...?" she groaned, attempting to get up. Instantly, she realized where she was, horror all too apprent in her eyes. She realized that she was completely naked, and her body was completely helpless before me.

"Starlight...what did you do to me...let me out of here..." she begged, "l-let's just be friends, I can help you with whatever friendship problem you have..."

I smiled coyly at her, pulling over a comfortable chair from the corner of the room. "Twilight, Twilight, Twilight. If I want to keep this village growing stronger and stronger, I have to show that even PRINCESSES know that equality is the best way to live..."

She strained herself to look up at me, past my boots. "But they'll know you did this to me...that, for some odd reason, you stripped me down, and had me locked up...Starlight, what's going on? Tell me the truth..." Twilight urged me.

I had resist telling her why this was REALLY happening. So I took off my boots, exposing the light lavender feet inside, the feet which were so graciously cared for by Sunburst. I then pinched her horn between two of my toes, causing her to cringe at the sensation.

"This, Twilight, is the beginning of the process of removing your sign of superiority, I. E., your Cutie Mark. You're going to work that royal tongue of yours ALL around my soles..." I murmured, holding her precious cheeks between my feet.

"That's RIDICULOUS! Why would I give up my Cutie Mark, and more importantly..." she jerked her head to the side, to try to escape the feeling of my feet, "why would I lick your feet?!"

I gave her a knowing smile. "Because, Princess Twilight, if you DON'T go through this process, I'll tickle you silly until you do..."

"But I...well..." Twilight's face turned red as I dragged my toes along her horn, interrupting her stammering. "Just accept it, Twiley, it gets the process over with faster!"

I was quite obviously lying. I was going to keep her like this for as long as I pleased. But Twilight nodded, clenching her fists in anger, knowing she had no other choice.

"Good, now why don't we get started..." I said. I started playing with her rather slowly, circling my right big toe around her kissable lips. Her lips were sealed, however...A glare from me quickly changed Twilight's attitude from shyly defiant, to fearful and obedient.

Twilight then left her mouth hanging open, allowing my right set of toes to enter their new home, warm and welcoming. Her mouth felt so nice on my toes, so affectionate, even though I knew she had no desire to do this.

I didn't just want to house my needy toes in her mouth, though. I wanted her to actively partake in my worship. "Don't forget to use your tongue, Princess, or you know what will happen..." I growled, and she reluctantly complied. I then felt something warm and wet slither between all of my toe spaces, and it felt glorious.

Her teeth clamped down gently on my toes to hold them still, and her tongue lapped at the undersides of my toes furiously. I was glad that they were so well cared for, or else I couldn't coerce her into doing this for me.

I took my toes out of her warm, inviting mouth, and while her tongue was hanging out, I dragged my curvy lavender arch up and down her face. I saw her flinch, but she seemed to know what to do.

She closed her eyes tightly, running her tongue up my sole when I moved it downwards on her face, and running it down when my sexy sole glided upwards. Gradually, I moved my right foot left, and then right along her face, so that every area was covered in her royal saliva.

Next, I steadily put more and more pressure on her face with my left sole. I didn't exactly want to kick her head back into the stocks and knock her out...again.

Twilight sighed dejectedly, and began the routine with her tongue, tending to my scrunching toes at first. Each toe was given an overly generous five minutes of slicking up. She managed to hit just the right time for each toe, and it was getting me...well...warm, between my legs. I probably should have come up with an excuse to lose my clothing, too.

No matter. After a good ten minutes of her tongue exploring my left sole, from the heel all the way to the ball of the foot, I pulled it away from her face, allowing her to see my smug smile, and the slight redness in my cheeks.

"Th...there..." Twilight panted, straining her body, and clearly trying to escape her bonds, "I...did that, now, can I go...? Please?" I grabbed onto both sides of her head with my curled feet in response, sliding my soles up and down. She looked absolutely adorable like that.

"You didn't REALLY think that half an hour of worship would be enough to remove a Cutie Mark, did you?" I chuckled, pressing the ball of my foot against her lips. "Now kiss it, show my foot how much you love it."

She grumbled, and I didn't like to see her annoyed or angry. So i lit up my horn, grabbing a feather from her own wing, and began to swipe it up and down her heavily-restrained right foot.

This immediately caused her to stifle a giggle, and forced her to desperately kiss my foot all around. "O-ok ok ok!! Sorry, please stahahap!!" she giggled. I shook my head, enjoying the feeling of her lips against my beautiful sole.

"No can do, Princess Twilight. You need to join our village, and I'm going to force a big, HAPPY smile from you..." I told her, standing back up reluctantly. But I'd enjoyed the attention to my soles long enough, it was time for HER feet to get some attention.

"W-wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?" she asked, trying to look behind her. She started trying to move around again, to try to escape. I watched all of this from behind, but her feet were not able to move even the tiniest bit due to the toe restraints. I laid my hands on the taut soles, and saw her jolt in fear.

"B-but you said you'd tickle me only if I didn't worship you!!" Twilight shouted.

"Yeah, about that, Twiley...that was a little white lie. But I'm sure you'll want this more in the future...I'll make SURE you want this more," I said, raking my torturous fingers down from the heels to the toes.

This immediately caused Twilight to chortle, her feet simply unable to defend themselves against the onslaught of my fingers. I grinned from ear to ear, and my face was bright red. This was really happening. I captured and got to tickle an alicorn princess...for as long as I wanted.

Not wanting to lose the pace I was going at because of my fantasies coming true, I began to get aggressive. I scribbled my fingernails rapidly across her right sole, and firmly, yet at a snail's pace, raked my fingers up and down her left.

This awful mixture of tickling made sure to attack her most sensitive spots as well as her entire sole, giving her two ridiculously torturous sensations to deal with. She screamed, and then broke down into unending fits of laughter. I would have feared that someone could hear her from outside, but I was glad I used a soundproof spell.

Despite the toe restraints being more than enough to keep this princess's feet still, I opted to hold the back of one while I attacked it, just to feel more like I was in control. But I didn't want to leave her other foot unattended, so I plucked two more feathers from her majestic purple wings, and used my magic to drag all three feathers I owned in circles around the foot I wasn't holding.

"STAHAHAHAP PLEASEEEE!!!!" Twilight screamed, tears falling from her eyes. But I didn't show a single bit of mercy to either of her feet, which were now blushing a deep red from their stimulation. I held one of her feet with both my hands, tightly and greedily, and dragged my tongue along the sole, from heel all the way to toe.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOING?!" my captured victim squealed, but I barely heard her. I was too into the taste of her feet to care. She was trying her hardest to break those pesky bindings of hers, but they allowed almost no leeway for movement.

When I discovered she was laughing silently, I took the feathers off her sweaty sole, and let go of her other abused foot, which also had a thin coat of saliva from its tongue bath. For a few minutes, I allowed the princess to catch her breath, and each second seemed to last an eternity. It felt wrong for Twilight to exist without being tickled like mad.

It was time to attend to other areas of her body. When I felt that she was breathing normally again, I decided to kneel down by her side, and dig my fingers under her wings. I scratched along her sensitive ribcage, but as before, I felt that her feet shouldn't be left unattended. So I used the three feathers I plucked from her, as wel as conjuring a magical set of three forks, and with my horn, I controlled them all to rake and trace along her vulnerable feet.

"STAHAHAHAP NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" she screeched, trying desperately to lower her elbows to cover her ticklish ribs. I shrugged and grinned, and actually listened to her. Her wish was my command.

I just moved my fingers to directly on her belly, though.

I sat myself down onto her exposed behind for better tickling ability, and boy, was it a nice seat. My devious and evil hands scritched up and down her awfully ticklish abdomen, one finger attacking the inside of her belly button.

"NO I DIDN'T MEAN-AHAHAHAHAHA!!" Her angelic laughter filled the room as my fingers moved upwards towards her soft, squeezable breasts, the sweat on her belly making it much easier to glide my fingers up her torso.

"I'm sorry, Twiley, what did you mean?" I teased, driving my nails deep into her lower ribcage, earning a howl of forced mirth from her.

"I MEANT ST-AHAHAHAHA!!!" she shouted out, attempting to throw her head back in laughter. I had just guided the feathers to attack between her delicate toes, and the forks to scratch deeply from her heels to toes, instead of just going wild.

"I still couldn't understand, what was that, Princess Twilight?" I inquired, smiling to myself as my fingers slowly spidered their way up her sides. She squealed, unable to stop the steady flow of torturous laughter. I felt her arms clench to her sides, but it was too late, my hands were already under them.

"I MEANT STAHAHAP COMPLETELY, NOT MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!" she finally yelled out through fits of giggles. I finally let her breathe once again, absolutely adoring the sight of her slick, sweaty, exhausted body, captured and restrained beyond my wildest dreams.

"Ohhh, that's what you were saying...very well, Princess Twilight, I'll see to it that you get a break..." I said, nonchalantly, sitting myself down by her face once again after a few minutes of letting her sputter out halfhearted protests. I was astonished when I looked at my pocket watch, though. We were at this for hours! It was a wonder how she managed not to pass out.

Thoughts were running through my mind, such as...maybe I shouldn't remove her Cutie Mark. I saw the effects it had on my townsfolk, it turned them all into boring, awful, no-fun ponies. They didn't know how to REALLY worship me anymore. And I wanted to keep Twilight for my own use.

"No...no more...please...just take...my Cutie Mark...can't stand it...anymore.." Twilight finally managed to beg me. But I simply wasn't done with her yet. I wasn't going to remove her Cutie Mark, she was simply too good at this. So I ignored her and immediately pressed my curvy, slick soles onto her beautiful face once again.

"Mmmph, whah?! B-but I thought we were d-BAHAHAHAHA!!!" I interrupted her protests with, you guessed it, more tickling. I made manifest two sharply-clawed dragon hands, which took turns fondling each of her breasts, and very carefully scratching at them. The magical forks and the feathers immediately resumed their work on her exhausted feet, keeping up their deep red blush from stimulation.

And then I myself sat on the ground, legs pointed inwards so my soles were still pressed against her giggling face. I reached forward and dug my nails into her underarms, forcing Twilight to cry out with gales of extremely hard laughter. I held onto her magically-locked horn between my toes on one foot, relishing the feeling of her lips tracing all across both my soles, because she was laughing so much.

I unzipped my jeans quickly and shoved one of my hands into my panties, feeling how soaked they were from this long, long tickling session. I continued to tickle her vulnerable armpit with my free hand, and rubbed myself to completion not long after. I let out a few loud, sexy moans to accompany my orgasm, both my panties and my jeans getting absolutely sopping wet from my juices. Twilight's nose and lips rubbing between my arches, as well as the angelic sound of her laughter, helped me ride out the intense orgasm perfectly.

I lost control of my magic as soon as my climax ended, finally letting up on Twilight's torment. She gasped for air once again, her blush quite visible on her cheeks as I removed my feet from her face.

"Y...you...you're...INTO this? What..." Twilight coughed out. I could tell that she was perceptive enough to know that this whole 'Cutie Mark removal' technique was a lie.

"Ah...no more lying, Twilight...I tickled you and used you...get with the program...and I'm going to keep you here forever. Your Cutie Mark isn't going away, you're far too good at worshiping my feet. And your feet? Well...if you do a good job, I'll go easy on you..." I explained.

"Please...I can't stand another day of this! Just take my Cutie Mark and let me go..." she pleaded. I shook my head, pinching her ear with two of my toes.

"Nuh-uh, Twiley. You're nothing but a tickle toy now. I'm going to tell the village that I live HERE now, and they will bring me supplies. Then we can spend all the time together we want, enjoying the company of each other's feet!" I exclaimed in delight. She was taken aback at first, but glared at me menacingly. How adorable.

"NEVER. I'm GOING to be rescued, one way or another, and I'm going to have you jailed for life by Princess Celestia!" Twilight said to me, defiantly.

I shook my head, frowning. "I don't think you understand how dire your situation truly is, Twilight Sparkle. I OWN you. But I can certainly help you understand that more easily, if you'd like..."

I saw her face melt into fear as I walked behind her once again, laying my palms on her heels, nails all ready for an eternity of tickling.

-End