The fuzzy artic roo known as Timote scampered through the streets of Canterlot, looking for a particular address. The white and minty-blue furred roo easily stood out among the crowd of pastel colored ponies and drew quite a few stares as he wandered through the streets’ of Equestria’s capital, totally lost. Which wouldn’t have been nearly so bad if it weren’t raining outside.
The roo stood about five foot, nine inches tall, and was wearing loose-fitting jeans, a t-shirt with a paw-shaped decal on it, and a long brown coat. Currently he was strolling down a rather run-down section of Canterlot. He kept looking between the street name and the address he had written down, adjusting his glasses curiously. “It can’t be…” He looked down the graffiti-addled slum. “This is where she lives?” He rubbed his eyes and walked down the street, hearing the crinkling of food wrappers and discarded newspapers under his paws. He had always seen Canterlot as the most wonderful city in all of Equestria, but he guessed every city needed to have an underbelly, and this one was no exception.
At last he reached the address and stared timidly at the door, knowing the pony of his dreams was no doubt on the other side. He gulped and hesitated as he raised his arm up to the door, before sighing and giving three quick knocks. A small part of him hoped that no one would be home, so he could avoid potentially embarrassing himself.
But much to his shock, he heard a voice from inside the house which made his heart jump. “Hold on a moment, I’m coming.”
Timote froze up in fear. It was her voice. Smooth and silky, just like he remembered it. He had heard it many times on TV before, but to actually hear it in person was enough to make his heart skip a beat.
As the pony inside opened the door. He was at long last able to look upon her in person. Tempest Shadow… The mare of his dreams. She was standing there with an intense look in her eyes, just like she always had, especially in that scared eye on her right side. Above those eyes was her dark pink mohawk, and below that, she was clad in a black jacket and white T-shirt. With a pair of denim jeans covering her legs, and below that… nothing. There was nothing separating her soft purple soles from the long plush carpet of her apartment floor. (https://derpibooru.org/1580886)
Tempest took a sip from a can of root beer and gave the marsupial a curious look. “Can I help you?” She asked.
Timote just stood there awe-struck. His fur was glistening from the rainwater and droplets of it spattered all over his head and shoulders. “Ummm…” He gave a sheepish little grin and tapped his fingers together. “H-hi…”
Tempest raised an eyebrow. “Hello… strange creature.” She nodded.
“Heheh.” Timote chuckled nervously. “Sorry if I’m a little awkward. The name is Timoshka Kuchov, but my friends usually just call me Timote.” He blushed. “I’m kind of a big fan of yours.”
“You are!?” Tempest’s face immediately changed from curiosity to confusion. “Why? You know what I did to this city, right?”
“Yeah… I know.” Timote rubbed the back of his head. “But that was a long time ago. Sort of water under the bridge. Besides, I liked the fact you had the guts to stand up to the princesses. Even if your motives were… less than benevolent.”
“Ugh… Yeah. I was a real jerk back then.” She sighed. “Speaking of… why don’t you come inside? Let’s get you out of the rain. Just make sure you wipe your paws on the way in.”
Timote nodded and walked into the apartment, making sure to use the doormat like he had been instructed. After a few seconds of fangasming over the fact his feet had touched the same mat Tempest’s had, he walked into the kitchen with her.
“Would you like for me to get you some tea? Not sure if you roos drink that. Honestly… I’ve never seen one of you before. Which is impressive, since I’ve seen all sorts of weird shit.” Said Tempest.
“Erm… sure. Tea would be fine. Thank you…” Timote smiled deeply and stared at her tail as she walked over to the counter to pour him a drink.
“So… Is there some sort of bad blood between you and the Princesses?” Tempest asked as she started brewing up his tea.
“Oh no… nothing like that.” Said Timote. “I’ve just… well… I’ve got a think for powerful dominating mares. I really, really like that…”
“Huh.” Said Tempest, glancing back at him. “It almost sounds like it’s some sort of sexual fetish or something.”
“Heheh… Y-yeah…” Timote blushed and froze up, his fur standing up in a mix of shock and embarrassment. He tried to keep a calm exterior, but on the inside, he was screaming over how he had been found out. Tempest was just too darn observant for her own good.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Said Tempest. “We’ve all got our crazy kinks.”
“Yeah. But I imagine you’re not like that… I mean… you’re way too cool to be into stuff like that.” Timote sighed. “Sorry. I don’t know why I even came here.”
“Hey! I was totally dominating when I worked for the Storm King! I used to boss around Storm Beasts that were over twice my size!” Tempest turned around and scoffed at him. “Besides… I think you do know why you came here. You wanted me to dominate you because that’s what makes you hard, isn’t it?”
“Y-y-yes…” Timote blushed a deep shade of red. “I- I’m not overstepping my bounds, am I?”
“Hmm…” Tempest started to remove her jacket, as if signaling to him that she was indeed okay with it. “I worked with the Storm King for a very long time… So, it meant I didn’t have a chance to fulfill my kinks either.” She handed Timote his warm tea, which the roo happily took a sip of. “Maybe we could help each other. How badly do you wanna be dominated?”
“Oooh. More than anything…” Timote bit his lips and sweated feeling quite nervous, and yet strangely aroused. “It’s been my dream for years now…”
Tempest leaned over him, pushing him into his chair and making him curl up into the chair. This caused him to spill his tea all over his chest. Thankfully it was merely warm instead of boiling hot, so it did little more than cause some slight discomfort. “Well… Just call me Princess Luna, because I’m about to make your dreams come true, Timote.”
Timote looked at her T-shirt, which was right up against his nose. His eyes widened, seeing those round purple orbs jiggling around within, mere inches from his face. One of the things he had always liked about Tempest was the fact she was a fighter, and that meant her breasts couldn’t afford to be massively big, as they would get in the way of combat. But now that he saw them up close, he could only think about how much bigger they were than he expected. And they just kept seeming to get bigger and bigger. “Oh… w-w-wow…” Timote stuttered.
“Do you like them?” Asked Tempest.
“Y-yes… V-very much so…” Timote beamed, his mind filled with sheer joy. He couldn’t believe Tempest was letting him do this.
“Well, don’t be shy now. Go ahead and touch them.” The orchid unicorn leaned forward, spurring Timote to move his hands up to the orbs of flesh, which he gently massaged in his hands.
“Ohh… Thank you…” The arctic roo smiled, his tail waggling happily.
“No problem, Cutie. No problem at all.” Tempest purred, sliding her hands down the length of his shins so she could massage his paws, which were cutely sticking out of the little ball he had curled himself up into.
“Mmm…” Timote purred happily. He was practically in paradise. The mare of his dreams was massaging his paws, her perfect breasts were in his hands. He couldn’t have imagined himself being happier than he was right now. Then he noticed Tempest’s breasts seemed to be getting further and further away. At first, he just assumed it was because he was slinking deeper into the chair, but then it occurred to him he had already bunched himself up as much as he could, and he began to feel loose, and exposed, especially down there by his nethers. For a brief moment he glanced down from Tempest’s boobs and saw himself spilling out of his clothes. And that’s when it hit him. “What the!? Hey! You’re shrinking me!”
“Well like I said, I used to boss around Storm Beasts…” Tempest smirked. “But it’s always been a lot easier when my victims are smaller than me.” She glanced over at the teapot. “I guess your mother never told you not to accept drinks from strangers.” She picked up a teabag with her magic and tossed it aside.
“Actually, my mom- Gyah!” Timote stood up to speak, only for Tempest to lash out at him with a hand, sending him careening off the chair and into the plush carpeting of her floor, which thankfully absorbed most of the impact of his fall. “Ooof!” He groaned and looked up at up Tempest as she stomped next to him with her left foot, her purple toes sinking deep into the carpet. He looked up to see the mare standing over him and started slowly backing away. “Ow… what are you doing?”
“I’m dominating, you stupid fuck. What do you think I’m doing?” She stomped her foot down next to him. “I’m going to make all your most perverted dreams come true.” She removed her shirt as casually tossed it into the chair with Timote’s clothes, which were almost as a big as a circus tent compared to his tiny current form, which put his at about six inches tall.
Timote jumped as the large feminine soles slammed down next to him. He stared at them, all but hypnotized, the scent of her feet filling his nostrils. The smell was subtle at this distance, but it was still noticeable. Unlike a lot of feet, which smelled like festering cheese, Tempest’s seemed to have more of a sweaty vinegar-like scent to them. He was in something of silent awe over her feet. Despite their strong scent, they seemed perfectly smooth. No callouses or other rough blemishes save for a scar along the length of her right ankle, mirroring the one on her face. They were just as perfect as the mare they were attached to. “Gyah!” Timote shook his head. “N-no! I didn’t come here for this! I mean… I’d do anything for you, Tempest, my dear. But I’m not your foot slave! You can't do this to me!” He said defiantly as his eyes darted around the room for a means of escape.
“Oh, but I can…” Tempest unclasped her dark grey bra, tossing it aside with the rest of the clothes, letting her breasts hang free. “I’m big, and you’re not. I can make you do whatever I want. And you're gonna worship my feet, or you're going to break. One or the other." She brought her big toe down on top of him, pinning his chest to the ground.
Timote grunted as the immense weight of her toe was placed onto him, which smelled vaguely of chalk. He gasped, and his nose started bleeding. He wasn’t sure if it was the powerful cloying scent of Tempest’s toe right against his face, the sight of his waifu’s magnificent tits, or both. But the scent of iron was quickly added to the cacophony of smells assaulting his nostrils. He squirmed under the toe, bucking and kicking. “Ungh… N-no! G-get off of me! You’re going to hurt me!”
Tempest placed her hands on her hips and scoffed. “I’m appalled you think so low of me, Timote. I know how to make my toys last, thank you very much.” She began wiggling her toes around, slowly increasing the pressure on the roo’s tiny body. "Hmm... I assumed you’d be more than willing to worship my toes, considering you’re such a big fan on mine. But I haven't heard you call me a goddess once. So let's up the ante a bit shall we? If you thought just a toe was bad, how about my sole?" She slid her foot over the tiny arctic roo, making him gasp. The pressure was overwhelming, and the slightest shift of weight would probably be enough to crush him to death, if not into paste.
“Gyah! Okay! Okay!” Timote squeaked and started squirming around in a mad panic. “You’re a goddess! You’re a goddess!”
“There we go.” Tempest removed her foot, releasing the crushing pressure from the tiny roo, but leaving him panting for breath and drenched in her foot sweat. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”
“Celestia… You could have just asked…” Timote groaned, feeling his chest to make sure none of his ribs were cracked.
“I could have asked nicely…” Tempest purred. “But if you were a real fan of mine, you’d know that I never ask when I can act. And don’t forget, I’m not here for your pleasure, fanboy. You’re here for mine.”
“R-right…” Timote gulped and backed away, nervous over what she might do to him. He had never told anyone he was going to meet his waifu in person, so there was little chance of his body being found if she decided to do something to him. He was completely at his mercy. Yet despite how wracked with fear his brain was, his penis was erect with excitement. “I’m sorry, Ms. Shadow… Th-this isn’t about me. It’s about you. I shouldn’t have been thinking so selfishly.”
“Good.” Tempest nodded. “Because let’s be honest, I’d hate to have you break on me before I get as much pleasure as possible out of you.” She casually undid her belt, while putting her toes right next to Timote’s face.
The little roo’s penis all but jumped with lust. She was going to strip down in front on him! He couldn’t believe it, his waifu was standing there, stripping herself naked right in front of him, letting him gaze upon sights he believed himself to be unworthy of seeing. Sure, he knew she was doing it so she could abuse him in lewd ways, and based off her tone it was still up in the air that he would survive. But he couldn’t bring himself to run, he just had to watch as her thumbs wrapped themselves around her belt loops and slowly lowered her pants down the length of her long thighs, letting the roo see each individual fur on her legs stand up as she set them free from their denim prison. “Holy shit…” He bit his lip.
Then his sight was drawn to her thighs, and he saw something he had only speculated on. Her cutie mark. Her actual cutie mark. Not the crest of the Storm King, like she usually wore over it. It was of a pair of berries, one blueberry and one strawberry, set in front of a bunch of sparks which were not too dissimilar to Twilight Sparkle’s cutie mark. It was quite the fitting mark for a mare whose birth name was Fizzlepop Berrytwist. Timote’s mouth started to water as his mind started to imagine what they must have tasted like, and his lust-addled couldn’t help but utter the words. “Holy crap! That’s a real berry butt…”
Suddenly, Tempest’s cold piercing eyes came down on him. “What the fuck did you just say!?” She roared, angrily tossing her pants aside, leaving her clad in just a pair of tight black panties.
“What!?” Timote gasped, only now just realizing he had said it out loud. “Erm, I mean…”
But Timote didn’t get a chance to explain himself, as he quickly found her foot upon his tiny body once more. “You think you’re cute and funny, don’t you!?”
“Gyah!” Timote gasped and struggled, his tiny legs kicking out from under her foot as she stomped his chest, her shattered horn glowing with wild magic. “What’s funny?”
“Don’t play dumb with me! I heard you!” She stomped down again, making the roo wince in pain. “Call me berry butt again, you little shrimp.”
“S-sorry,” Timote stammered. “I just wasn’t thinking… It won’t happen again.”
“Damn right you’re sorry.” Tempest snorted. “You’re a thirsty little pervert, looking to see some tail that’s what you are. Well, don’t worry, I’ll give you something to drink.” She moved her foot over him and wiggled her toes. “Now… drink my toe sweat!”
“Ma’am?” He gulped, once again finding the scent of her odious foot in his nostrils.
“Drink it!” Tempest demanded, slightly increasing the pressure on the roo’s already burdened chest. “And don’t you stop until my feet are drip dry!”
Timote didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, he extended his slick tongue and began to lick the salty liquid off the bottom of her foot. It had a foul salty flavor, far more than seawater, but it also had the taste of bitter fruit in it as well, sort of like a grapefruit that had been salted well past the point of edibility.
But it was a fool’s errand. No matter how much of it he choked down, more of more of the salty perspiration poured out of her eccrine glands and into his flustered face, making the roo gasp and writhe under her foot.
“I can still feel my sweat building up down there…” Tempest sneered. “Are you even trying?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am… it’s just, there’s so much of it… and the salt. I’m having trouble breathing.” Timote gasped. “I can feel my throat starting to close up.” He wheezed.
Tempest moved her foot off Timote and glared at him. “Are you kidding me!? Are you meaning to tell me you can’t even clean one measly foot! You worthless little scumbucket!”
“I just can’t…” Timote shivered, his body dripping with a mix of Tempest’s and his own sweat. “It’s hurting my throat.”
“Fine.” Tempest huffed. “Then I’ll get you something else to drink.” She picked up a pot of shrinking tea and started pouring it all over Timote.
“Hey!” Timote complained in a raspy voice.
“Sorry. I can’t hear you. Maybe you should have something to drink!” Tempest casually tossed the teapot aside, shattering it, and making the roo wince. “Cleanse your throat…” She flipped the roo over and pushed his face into the thick carpet, which was soaked with shrinking tea.
Timote didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Between his aching throat and his face being pressed right against the serum-soaked carpet, he could do little beyond take the strands of carpet in his mouth and suckle them, easing the flaring pain in his throat. He did note that underneath the tea, he could sense the now-familiar taste of Tempest’s feet in the carpeting. Apparently, she liked to wander around the house barefoot.
“That’s it. Drink it in.” Tempest purred from above, feeling his six inch body shrink down under her foot, until his whole form could be covered up by the bottom of her heel. She moved her foot aside once again and saw Timote had shrunk down to almost the size of a Lego figurine, putting him at about an inch tall. “Aw… lookit roo!” Tempest teased him. “You’re so cute!” She picked the little roo up between her toes and reclined back in her chair, dangling him in midair. “You’re just a little toy compared to me now. I can only imagine how my toes must feel against your pathetic little body.”
“Ungh…” Timote grunted, but he was reluctant to squirm too much, as he could potentially fall from her toes and onto the floor, the fall now looking a lot more dangerous now that was one inch tall instead of six. But there was one thing he just couldn’t ignore, the sensation of Tempest’s toe rubbing against his penis. He couldn’t help it, a spurt of warm precum erupted from his cock and splattered all over her toe, working its way into her toeprints.
“Hmm?” Tempest raised her eyebrow, feeling the sudden wetness on her toe. She briefly wondered if she had squeezed her toy too hard, and brought her foot close to her face to see what the problem was. A joyous smirk came across her face as she saw the pulsing cock between the tiny roo’s legs, probably the only part of his exhausted body that still had any energy left in it. “Aw… that’s cute. Looks like your cock really likes my toes, huh?”
“Well, to be fair… They are really nice toes…” Timote groaned, trying to inject a bit of levity into the situation.
“I’m amazed you got as worked up from that as I did.” Said Tempest. “I imagine you would have been scared out of your wits.”
“Well… you did nearly squish me multiple times…” Timote grunted, clinging onto her toes for dear life.
“What’s the matter? I thought you liked to be dominated.” Tempest smirked.
“Well…” Timote grunted.
“There’s no need for you to answer.” The giant unicorn smirked. “Your cute little erection is saying more than your mouth ever could. You’ve been enjoying this just as much as I have.”
“Well…” Timote started sweating again, his crotch grew as well as it rubbed against those magnificent toes in a bid to keep himself from falling. “You were being a little rough…”
"Well, you’ve got that. I guess that just proves I'm not being too rough on you.” She gestured towards his erection. “In fact, it seems to be just the right amount.” she gently ran her toe across his stiffening member and looked down at him with a lewd look on her face. "Would it arouse you to know all the various things I've stomped under these feet?" She wiggled her toes, making sure that the friction of her wiggles ended up near Timote’s crotch.
“M-maybe…” Timote groaned. “I mean… I know you used to step on your underlings. Sometimes literally.”
“Sure would.” Tempest purred and slipped her hand into herp panties. “Especially Grubber. I was always reminding that little hedgehog of his place.”
“Which was beneath your sole, I imagine?” Timote squeaked as her toes squeezed against him, coaxing even more pre out of him. “Not the worst place in the world to be. I can think of way worse ways to die…”
“Die?” Tempest giggled. “What ever gave you the impression I was going to kill you?”
“Erm… well, the whole shrinking me and crushing me, for one.” Timote looked up at her.
“Pfft. Like I was going to break you before I finished.” Tempest rolled her eyes and dropped the roo into her hand, where she continued to caress his aching member with her thumb. “I thought we had a sort of understanding. I like to dominate, you like to be dominated.”
“Well… yeah.” Timote mumbled as his penis wept with joy. “I guess I can’t argue with your results…”
“Well, I for one don’t appreciate the insinuation that I’m doing a bad job.” Tempest smirked and flipped the roo over. “You’ll need to be punished.” She leaned over, opened up a drawer on her desk and pulled a flyswatter out of it, brandishing it tightly in her hand.
“What are you gonna do with that?” Timote blushed as Tempest pushed his hips up in the air.
“You’re not a stupid roo, Timote.” Tempest gently ran her hand over his tail. “You know darn well what I’m going to do with it.”
Timote bit his lower lip and looked up at her. “Just be gentle, okay? I’ve seen what those things can do to creatures my size…”
“Yeah, well you have a skeleton and they had carapaces. You’ll be fine.” Tempest raised the swatter up to the roo’s rear.
“Okay…” Timote braced himself and prepared from the impact, tensing himself up in anticipation, his cock continuing to drip tiny droplets of pre all over Tempest’s hand. “But are you sure?”
“No. I’m not. And that makes it all the more exciting!” Tempest beamed and brought the swatter back, causing Timote to curl up into a little, waiting for the inevitable impact… only for Tempest to give him a cute little swat.
Timote blinked and opened his eyes. “Huh… that wasn’t so ba-Eep!” He yelped as he felt Tempest strike him extremely hard, sending a shockwave through his entire tiny body. He groaned, his buttocks now red with soreness. “Ooogh. How didn’t that squish me? I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck…”
“Magic, son. Magic.” Tempest said confidently, twirling the swatter around in her hand before giving the roo another swat on the tush, making him fall head over heels.
“Oooogh…” Timote groaned, every part of his body sore with discomfort, except for his aching member, which was sore because of how sexually active it was. He didn’t think he’d been more turned on in his entire life. “Maybe… But not at magical as the mare using it…” He grinned sheepishly.
“Aw… that’s very sweet of you to say, Timote.” She gently poked his erection once more, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. “Now, enough teasing. We both deserve to get off after all of this.” She slipped the tiny roo in between her breasts.
“Yeah… That’s true.” Timote wiped his brow. “So how are we gonna do this? You gonna rub my genitals?” He looked at Tempest.
“Not quite…” Tempest purred. “You’re going to rub mine!” She opened her breasts up and let Timote slide through her cleavage and down her stomach, which was slick with sweat.
Timote scrambled to find some sort of handhold of some sort, but it was no use. Tempest had gotten herself really worked up in the buildup, leaving him helpless as he glided down the organic slip-and-slide, made of sweat and smooth, purple fur. He looked down to see Tempest open up the elastic band of her panties with her thumb, letting the roo slip into them, after which she snapped the band shut, leaving him trapped against the smooth folds of her feminine genitals.
Timote inhaled as his body was caught in the cotton hammock that was Tempest’s panties. He could sense the lust permeating from the magnificent pussy before him. Tempest’s pussy… Time seemed to stand still for him yet again. He had only imagined ever being able to see it in his lifetime, and yet here it was in front of him. It just seemed too good to be true. Like it was larger than life. Of course, a good part of that was likely the fact that her sex was more than large enough to insert his entire body into, but still…
He noted that the fur around her nethers was not the same color of dark purple as the rest of her body, rather, it was a fuzzy patch of deep red, similar to her mane, but a lot thicker, and yet it was very soft and plush, almost like a feather mattress. It was almost all her could do to not lay down on her wonderous pubic hair, but his lust drove him forward towards Tempest’s marehood, which he caressed with a hand, coating it in her feminine juices, which glistened in the light coming in from the tiny holes in her underwear.
Suddenly, those holes darkened a little as Tempest’s fingers pushed against her panties, forcing Timote against her slick marehood, which was so lubed up with her natural lust that there was practically no friction as he was rubbed against her labia. Timote extended his tongue and began licking it, the sweet nectar-like flavor of her sex digging deep into his taste buds. He no longer felt the need to resist her; not that he had to any meaningful degree in the first place.
He continued being rubbed against the lips, faster and faster, his penis leaking a trail of thick roo pre all over her pussy lips as the quivering opening began to pulsate with more frequency and intensity, which was accompanied by Tempest’s pants and moans outside her panties.
Timote could hold back no longer. Being abused by the mare of his dreams had finally caught up with him. He had imagined himself being a little bit bigger during all of this, but his vulnerable size just made it all the more better. With a mighty thrust, a spurt of cum erupted from his tiny blue cock. To Timote, it was the hardest he had ever cum in his entire life, but to Tempest, it was a pathetic little toot of cum, barely a full droplet.
A massive bellow escaped Tempest’s lips, and a tsunami of thick marecum come rushing out of her vagina. Timote had only a brief moment to stare at it before it hit him at full force, pushing him out of her panties completely and leaving him to slide down the length of her long legs. He briefly struggled for air as his mistress’ juices covered him in their sweet and salty embrace. Only for him to slip off of her heel and onto the ground, panting for breath and holding onto her familiar, lovely foot for comfort.
“Oooh… Celestia…” Tempest panted, her chest heaving up and down. “That was amazing…” She looked down at Timote and smiled. “Was it good for you too, fanboy?”
Timote just lay there, his chest heaving up and down. “That… I don’t even have words for that, Tempest. I mean… I expected that I would be satisfied in meeting you, let alone hooking up with you. But this…” He nuzzled her foot.
“I understand it’s a bit of an unorthodox fetish.” She smirked. “But I’m glad you enjoyed it just as much as I did.” She picked Timote up and carried him to the kitchen, placing him in the sink and gently cleaning him off with a Q-tip.
“You were perfect.” Said Timote, blushing as she cleaned off his tiny body. “It almost makes me wish I could stay here forever.”
“What makes you think you can’t?” Asked Tempest, picking the roo up by his tail and dangling him in front of her face.
“Well, I’ve got real life to deal with you know? I’ve got my job, and my sister and ungh!” He grunted as Tempest brought him in between her bare breasts.
“Not anymore you don’t.” She gently put a finger under his chin and made him look up at her. “You belong to me now, understand?”
“Y-yes mistress…” Timote shivered in her arms as she carried him to the bedroom before kneeling over and placing him on the ground. Tempest then lay on her bed and removed her panties, casually tossing them aside, not wanting to sleep in her own sex juices. “I take it you sleep in the nude?” Timote questioned.
“Usually, yes.” Said Tempest. “Especially in the summer. It’s just so liberating to not have my fur under armor anymore. But there’s always one article of clothing I sleep with.”
Oh? What’s that? A sleep mask?” Timote smirked.
“No… These.” Tempest reached under her bed and pulled out a pair of baby blue bunny slippers and wiggled them in front of Timote, as if they were a pair of menacing monsters. “Rawr!” She chuckled playfully.
“Whoa!” Timote blushed. “I must say… I never expected you to be the type of mare who… wore something like those.” He slicked his ears back.
“My feet get cold at night.” Tempest stared at him. “And besides, they’re cute. Just like you.” She brought the slipper up to Timote’s face and booped him with its embroidered nose.
“Heheh. That they are.” The little roo smiled.
“Mhmm.” Tempest nodded. “But you better watch out. They’re still predators.” She picked Timote up with her magic and dangled him in the air, before slipping his tiny body into her slipper.
The roo slipped down into the warm, soft bowels of the slipper. He grunted, trying to get his bearings, but found the environment oddly comforting. And then his nose perked up, and he smelled it all around him. That heavenly scent of Tempest’s feet. Even stronger in here than the actual underside of her feet. “Oh Celestia…” Timote gasped as he took in the lovely smell. “How long have you owned these?”
“Almost a decade.” Said Tempest. “But I keep them in good condition with magic. Don’t want them falling apart on me, now do I?”
Timote took in his surroundings. It was amazing. These slippers had housed the feet he loved so much for so long. It was like he was on sacred ground. A soft, fuzzy temple to Tempest’s feet. “Wow… They’re amazing.” He smiled. “Just like you, Tempest…”
“Aw… Thank you.” Tempest gently slipped her foot into her slipper. “You’re too kind, Timote. I knew you would make a good foot pet.”
Timote nimbly dodged her toes as they came sliding into her slipper and ended up wedged in the space between her big and long toe, which Tempest gently wiggled against his tiny body, trapping him against the soft walls of her slippers and the smooth, sweat-scented flesh of her foot. “Happy to serve, master.”
“Mmm… Good night, foot slave.” Tempest purred as she leaned back into her bed. “I love you, Timote.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep on her pillow of cotton and feathers, while Timote did the same on his pillow of flesh. He looked around his surroundings, and knew that no matter what happened to him, it would all be in the service of making Tempest happy. And hearing those four words. ‘I love you, Timote’, had made it all worth it. He snuggled up in the slipper and closed his eyes, humming happily to himself. “I love you too, Berry Butt…” He muttered before falling off to sleep himself.
Tempest just smiled.
