Nightmares banished, monsters driven, and foals guided towards better paths. A productive night, although long and difficult.
Luna touched down on her bedroom balcony, smiling as the rubber of her sneakers clapped to the marble. A yawn broke through in the next moment, and the warm morning air drowsed her further. Quite a bit warmer than yesterday, but she supposed it was that time of the year. Already the sun had crested, with Celestia doubtless up and preparing for the day.
Luna hummed softly as she walked inside, pitching a McHayburger bag into a moon-themed wastebasket. Dinner was good. Celestia would chide her for skipping the formal (boring) Sunday breakfast, but today Luna had the ready excuse of working late. “Big sister, I just got back! You wouldn’t want ponies to see me like this, would you?”
She chuckled, chiding the jealousy of her younger self. Celestia must already be in her court attire – high-heeled gold sandals, weighty crown, and flowing dress that needs three maids to help don. Equestria’s perfect princess, with all eyes upon her.
Luna worked unseen, in black leather jacket and worn sneakers. Comfortable and easy. Even her hair was cut short to just below the shoulders; Celestia had disapproved, but grudgingly acknowledged the new look seemed easy to maintain. A backhanded compliment – Luna liked to think it was her sister’s turn to be a little jealous.
Brush teeth. Wash face. More yawns. Luna slipped one arm out her jacket, paused, then slipped it back in. It was a little warm, but wonderfully comfortable. Luna pitched herself on top of the cashmere blankets of her bed, giggling at the indignity of it. Not even her shoes were off. Tired, comfy… what else could she need? The long worknight drew her to its inevitable close, and the princess of the moon fell to a deep and contented sleep.
This was not her bed.
Luna knew it before she fully roused. A hundred battles and a dozen desperate captivities had honed even her drowsiest instincts. Her eyes never opened, and her breathing never sped as she took stock and tensed for action.
It was hot in here, like a dry summer’s day. No wind – she was inside, laying flat on her back at a downwards angle, but with no feeling of what she laid on. She tried to move an arm, feigning movement in sleep, and found some hard, slim binding locked it in place.
A sound – the muffled taps of high heels on carpet. Luna cracked open an eye, then blinked both in surprise. Even from this low view, with her head on level with the floorboards, they were unmistakably her floorboards. Her room, her desk. To her left was the bed she had recently occupied, and to the right…
Luna gasped, ending all chance for subterfuge.
There, close enough for her breath to dance along their red-painted nails, were a pair of unmistakable white feet. Large and soft enough to smother a victim, with toes the size of those gum-filled lollipops and the faint, unmistakable scent of vanilla. They rested in their customary sandals – slim gold ties crisscrossed up the calves, keeping each foot in place.
Luna quickly forced her eyes away, fighting the blush she would insist was naught but embarrassment. But it only deepened as she traced up Celestia’s body. Martial armor of some strange orange metal warded her sister’s knees, chest, and pinions, fearsome and emblazoned with her cutie mark. Yet beneath her chest, only a red metal bikini preserved her modesty, while fingerless red gloves extended almost to her bared shoulder. The head was crowned in the same orange as the armor, fire-maned without hint of pink or blue… and grinning to Luna with slit pupils in bright yellow eyes.
Luna gasped, heart leaping in fear.
But one second later she gave a heady laugh. “Sun and moon! You got me good.”
Payback for that prank with the pink hair dye, perhaps. Or the time Luna held court barefoot, rationalizing that anyone offended was free to leave.
Luna chortled, wondering at the imagination of her oft-predictable sister. Celestia closed her mouth and arched an eyebrow, seeming to react with brief confusion before the grin returned.
“Nice fangs,” Luna said, though a small tremble marred her words. Clearly, the joke wasn’t over. “I get it, I get it. ‘Daybreaker,’ right? From that crazy little dream Starlight had when you became like Nightmare… Nightmare...”
The rest of the name escaped Luna’s mind as Celestia began to pace, giving her glimpses of the white soles spilling over their four-inch heels. Celestia turned to face her at Luna’s front, and the two met eyes over the tops of her upturned shoes.
Luna pulled and wiggled a little more strongly than before. No shackles, ropes, or telltale light to Celestia’s horn. Nothing in sight but her own jacket and jeans. Yet hard metal again stopped her ankles, wrists, and biceps, keeping her arms at her side and her body straight. Her feet stretched up to Celestia’s chest, and the woman seemed to peer down at them with distaste.
“Dirty shoes, message received,” Luna called. She swallowed hard and spoke a little faster. “That one time with the throne room carpet… I apologized, and it almost never happened again! I’ll get a pair of indoor shoes so… w-what are you doing?”
Celestia’s voice held a cruel, mocking edge as she pulled the laces on Luna’s sneaker. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Luna’s struggles became insistent, if no more productive. She even lit her horn for a quick teleportation, but the magic vanished without effect.
Celestia seized the shoe with one hand and continued her work. Luna’s words came at a bubble. “Yes, ha-ha, very good. You win this round. Let me go and we’ll have a good laugh.”
“Funny choice of words,” Celestia said, smirking as she slowly pulled the shoe from Luna’s foot.
The smirk ended at what laid beneath. Celestia met Luna’s eyes with smoldering disappointment. “Really?”
Luna’s sock was worn and white, and only stretched halfway up the sole before terminating in a line of loose threads. The bare toes stretched defiantly, following the mood of their mistress. “What!? They don’t make socks in our size, and I don’t have the sun in my veins letting me strut around comfortably in sandals all year. I needed warmth, so I improvised! With scissors.”
She splayed her toes as far as she could, hoping to provoke an argument. Luna took care of her feet, and was stubbornly proud of them. Though two heads shorter than her sister (making Luna only slightly taller than the tallest earth pony), Luna’s feet were nearly as large. They were plush and smooth, and soft enough to scrunch beautifully when she checked in the mirror. Perhaps a touch stouter and fatter than Celestia’s perfect soles. But these were Luna’s, and full socks always seemed an annoying confinement.
More to the point… an argument would end Celestia’s little role-play. Luna kept wiggling the toes, hoping to annoy her sister into a rebuttal.
Celestia gave a start, lunging with her fingers to the exposed foot. Luna shrieked and clenched down, but no touch came. Celestia chuckled and moved on to the next shoe.
“Are you not as certain of things as you’d like, ‘sister?’” Celestia said the last word in scorn. She efficiently removed the other shoe, then stepped back to admire the results. Two soles, bare save for the illusory safety of ripped socks. Both clenched fearfully against what now seemed inevitable.
Celestia’s gaze passed coolly down Luna’s body. Luna shuffled and blushed, well aware the heat she felt was not just from the room.
Cruel humor danced in Celestia or Daybreaker’s eyes. She mused, moving them back to the blue feet. “Although, perhaps this is what you prefer? My perverted little sister.”
“What are youOHNONOPLEASE!”
Celestia again reached for the feet, dancing her fingers, giving a mocking laugh. Again, she pulled them away without contact.
“This is not funny,” Luna said, yanking at the unknown bonds. She quivered in more places than one, flapping her wings uselessly to the floor. “Sister, this is–”
“Enough!” Celestia stood tall, with fangs barred in sudden anger. White wings flared upwards, and sudden heat blazed into the room. Sweat tickled down Luna’s curves, bringing her a nervous grin as white fingers stretched mere inches from her feet.
“Silence this talk of sisters. You may be a stupid, worthless little throne-warmer, but even you are not so dense as you act. You suspect… perhaps, you know...”
The corners of Daybreaker’s mouth curved upwards. “I am not her.”
She lunged. Luna shrieked.
Again, no contact. Daybreaker stepped back, giving a regal sneer. “What? I haven’t even touched you.”
Luna thrashed recklessly. Again and again she fired magic into the dead space of her horn, trying to free herself or teleport or anything to no avail. She began laughing from raw anticipation, her feet twitching with each heartbeat. Her head jerked to each side, searching for rescue and not embarrassed to call. “HELP!”
She screamed it again, still cognizant enough to notice the lack of echo – telltale of a bubble of magic silence.
Guards avoided checking Luna’s room. On Luna’s orders. And with her nocturnal, isolated habits, no one would miss her for… when?
The thought birthed a low, frightened squeal. Daybreaker hummed contentedly through the noise, making a show of sitting down to get comfortable before Luna’s soles. She idly plucked away the socks, eyes alight at what laid beneath.
“Don’t you have something better to do!?” Luna snapped shrilly, frustrated with the anticipation yet dreading what came next. “Seize the throne, conquer the nation, something?”
“Of course,” Daybreaker said in the resigned tone of an adult with someone else’s kid. “But this is important. Don’t you see?”
“Of course I donNOT THE FEET!”
Another claw-like swipe to the soles. Another bluff. Luna growled, embarrassed.
“Please. You’re not worth risking my nails. Although...”
Daybreaker leaned in, one hand resting on Luna’s leg while her head drew towards its sole. Hot breath struck the blue arch and glided from heel to toe, sending a paradoxical shudder down Luna’s back.
The toes wiggled without thought, strained from their long clench. Daybreaker watched carefully.
“Would it surprise you to learn Celestia wonders how you taste? We alicorns have a taste, you know. Even one as weak as you.”
“But of course… you already know this.”
Luna stared wide-eyed to the ceiling, holding her breath as hot lips made warm, gentle contact with her sensitive sole. She shuddered and gasped as something else followed, wet and very hot. Like a too-hot shower: uncomfortable, but not damaging. Licking tantalizingly from heel to arch, then ever-so slowly across the ball of her foot, with the tip lingering to glide slower still between the long and middle toes.
Luna remembered to breathe, and did so with a happy gasp. Chilly wetness stuck her underwear to her crotch. She splayed the toes, inviting a second lick.
It didn’t come. Luna released a low whine as Daybreaker smacked her lips. “Hm. Dark chocolate and blueberries.”
“Blackberries,” Luna corrected before thinking to catch herself.
Daybreaker sent her a fresh grin, but Luna was too flustered to be properly embarrassed. “Lick your own feet, do you? I suppose you could know by tasting your cum, but that’s no less pathetic.”
Luna made small effort to hide her aroused expression. Daybreaker gave an annoyed grunt. “Speaking of pathetic… it’s time we get down to business.”
Her horn glowed – not yellow like Celestia’s, but a deep, wrathful gold. Matching light shimmered around Luna’s feet. Already warm in the arid room, they became uncomfortably so. Luna moaned, feeling fresh moisture gather in her panties. Even this… even as the warmth turned to painful heat…
Yes. Yes, damn it, this was a dream! Her feet were always so sensitive, always so hot to any touch, and she was always too embarrassed to share. She adored her feet and the attention they might draw. Almost as much as she loved another’s.
The heat grew. Her toes splayed and waved, seeking relief until hard gold magic seized them in place. Hotter and hotter… Luna grimaced even as she thrust her hips, holding tight to the pleasure. Hot and helpless, held steady by magic so unlike Celestia’s gentle touch.
The golden glow vanished in the blink of an eye, along with its heat. The sudden change brought a chill to Luna’s feet and she clenched them, feeling soreness where her soles creased.
Without teasing or ceremony, so fast Luna did not realize it until the touch, Daybreaker seized one foot and ran her finger down its arch. It was electric – Luna jerked and giggled, flapping her toes uselessly in defense.
“A little steaming does well by a foot.” Daybreaker followed the words with an open-palm slap to one sole. “Removes calluses, blemishes… and really, anything else that could impair its sensitivity.”
She paused a second, staring to the sole. She then slapped it again, seeming to marvel at the raspberry blush now gracing it. “You are even weaker than I thought. This won’t take long at all.”
“What?” Luna managed.
“Breaking you,” Daybreaker said, delivering a full-fanged leer. And out came the tools.
They orbited the space before her like model planets, framing her chest-plate cutie mark. Each was familiar, pilfered from across the room. Luna’s hair brush, makeup brush, a few loose feathers… Luna grimaced at the sight of her gold-held toothbrush, but her eyes locked onto what followed it through the air.
Daybreaker reached, and gently plucked the strange tool from its path. A classic vibrator at first glance, pearly white in color. But Daybreaker switched it on to show it did far more than vibrate. A dozen tiny tendrils burst from its head, wire-thin and waving at random in search of warmth. Soft enough to tickle, firm enough to pleasure, able to seek and scratch with devilish finesse into any crevasse it could find.
Daybreaker studied the device for a moment, then clicked it off. “Pathetic, perverted, weakling. Purchasing toys because you lack the will to take what you want.”
Luna bristled, seizing the anchor between her lust and her fear. “We do not take, we give. We serve those we rule. That is how my sister kept peace for a thousand years, and how–”
“Your sister is an insufferable brat,” Daybreaker snapped. “Blessed by the universe with total superiority and squanders it playing pony princess. Her era has ended, and so has yours.”
Luna managed a defiant grin, though it wobbled as the myriad objects rose high. “I doubt that.”
“I don’t.”
Daybreaker pointed, and the tools charged. A blue feather reached her first – Luna giggled and recoiled at its touch, but it followed perfectly, slipping up and down the crease of her arch. Another tickled where her toes met her ball, dancing and dusting in random counterpoint to the consistency of the first. Her hairbrush assailed the other foot, its stiff bristles bringing as much pain as tickling to her tender sole.
Low, husky laughter broke through Luna’s mouth, muffled by the grit of her teeth. She squirmed, clenching her thighs in a vain effort to cum.
She managed to hold in the laughter long enough to mutter, “Is that the best you can do?”
Daybreaker did not respond with words. The tools drew back, and a flat circle of gold magic appeared before Luna, showing her own condition as though through a mirror with a perfect view of her soles. Luna met her own eyes; saw the gold ring on her horn, and her own surprised expression.
The eyes fell to what wiggled beneath. Ten plush toes, and two soft soles. Blushing from the abuse upon them, yet no less divine. Perfectly smooth, perfectly sensitive…
...perfectly helpless. Luna fidgeted, the damp cool and clingy between her legs, yet did not have time to for long. Daybreaker struck next with the makeup brush, dusting at her heels and insteps. Luna again grit her teeth, but squeaked in surprise as feathers slipped in through her jeans to stroke her calves.
She tried to close her mouth and could not, her low laughter growing faster as the feathers crept to her knees. The vibrator clicked on by her left foot, and a dozen white tendrils thinner than a fingernail emerged and got to work. They assaulted every fold of her squishy sole, and the lines of every joint in her toes.
Luna’s laughter grew shrill, stretching and straining her foot to get away from the vibrator. Yet each gesture gave new folds and creases to her sole, exposing new depths for its tendrils to exploit.
And even that was nothing to the toothbrush. It scrubbed up and down the toes of the other foot, brushing them with the firm repetitiveness of brushing teeth. Humiliating, and thrice as worse for the attention it gave between her toes. Perfectly matching her every move, insistently squeezing through the tightest scrunch to find the atrocious sensitivity where not even shoes ever touched.
Luna stared to the proceedings, her attention locked in terrified arousal. She felt the tears before she saw them in the mirror. She felt more damning precum leak without relief and held desperately to the pleasure as her laughs grew louder still. She felt them in her side, saw her mouth open wider despite all efforts to force it closed.
More blue feathers joined in at each heel, stroking in slow, predictable tandem. Counterpoints to the assaults higher on each foot, somehow all the more torturous for making the same swipe over and over and over. The feathers in her pants had crawled up to her thighs, yet hatefully climbed no higher. They swirled at the edge of her butt, and all Luna could do was thrust fruitlessly. Her clit throbbed, begging release with no avail.
Seconds stretch to minutes. Then more. Hours? Luna had no idea. The dull repetition on her thighs and heels became raw, endless torture, each stroke sliding through the flustered skin of the last. The other tickle tools fell away from her senses, eclipsed by four feathers that sent her laughter into screams. Her red, sweating face stared pleadingly through the mirror, yet always fell back to her poor soles… Daybreaker had even ceased with the other tools, recognizing well the source of her agony. Four little feathers… her own damn feathers.
The laughter began to slow. Each breath came with a heavy wheeze.
The feathers stopped.
The frayed nerves of their touch were still alight, demanding a scratching Luna could not give. It was scarcely more comfortable, but at least she could catch her breath.
A gold aura enveloped her body. She felt the fatigue fall away, a soothing balm to her feet and thighs.
Healing magic. Hope that Celestia had reclaimed control died as the mirror winked out, leaving Daybreaker leering over the panting Luna.
“Now, now. We can’t have you passing out, can we?”
Luna kept panting despite the magic, sweat dripping down her face. Daybreaker noticed. “Can’t take the heat? Poor dear, let’s get you into something more comfortable.”
Gold light flared from her horn. Luna flinched, but only felt the cloth and denim vanish from her body. She opened her eyes to find herself naked – light blue nipples stood hard and erect. Moisture glistened at her pussy, and she could only pray Daybreaker chalked it to sweat.
The source of her immobility became clear: gold hoops bound her ankles, wrists, and arms, somehow utterly unmoving in the air.
Daybreaker wiggled her fingers, and the rings responded. They twisted and spun Luna like a puppet, drawing a surprised yelp as they pulled her to a spread-eagle stand.
“Do you like them?” Daybreaker asked. Two more rings emerged from her gold magic and clamped painfully to Luna’s nipples. “Such is my power that I can take raw magic and make it solid, yet leave it tied to my will.”
They pulled at Luna’s breasts, drawing a hiss of pain. Daybreaker stepped near, deigning to use her own fingers to twist one ring. “They’re quite the cutting-edge of fashion. Soon, everyone will be wearing them.”
Her voice grew low and breathy. “And they’ll love it.”
“Not likely,” Luna said.
“You still don’t get it.” Daybreaker turned and strutted haughtily away. “Ask yourself, with your puny little brain: why do you think I’m bothering with you?”
“Because I’m her sister,” Luna snapped. “I am the one who can best stop you.”
Daybreaker sneered into the back of her hand. “Please, we all know that is Twilight Sparkle. And while I don’t doubt I can crush her, Sombra taught us that dissent has a way of… multiplying. I don’t want to burn half the world just to rule the other half.”
She turned back to Luna with fierce yellow eyes and victorious smirk. “That’s where you come in, my soon-to-be adoring slave. You will enter the dreams of all who would oppose me and sow a message of happy obedience. To Twilight and her friends, the Crystal Family, Queen Chrysalis… everyone you can reach. Make them dream of my beauty, my perfection. Turn their lust and loyalty towards me, and I shall never let them go.”
Luna pressed on her bonds, ruffling her wings and taking strength in revulsion. “You won’t break me.”
“I don’t have to,” Daybreaker replied. The rings moved again, forcing Luna belly-down to the floor.
Luna raised her chin, preparing a new righteous retort… then stopped.
Daybreaker had turned away again, and was bending over. Her ass pulled beautifully against the red panties, and white fingers daintily pulled at the ties of one sandal. The lace fell away, and the bared foot rose from its perch to dangle before Luna’s eyes.
Perfection. Every inch was Celestia’s – longer and slimmer than Luna’s, with every twitch sending a ripple of hypnotic movement through the sole. Daybreaker stretched the toes slowly, then shifted to remove the other sandal.
She peered over her shoulder, drinking Luna’s mute stare as she stretched her other foot. “You’re going to be my little pet, aren’t you?”
Luna abruptly realized her mouth was hanging open, and snapped it closed. “Never.”
The rings lifted upwards, carrying Luna from the ground.
“You’re a helpless fucking foot licker.”
The words were delicious in Celestia’s voice, but still Luna shouted, “No!”
Luna’s arms and legs stretched almost painfully wide, pulling her flat in the air. Tickle-tools began floating above her head.
“How many times have you ogled her feet?”
“Never!”
“How many times have you tasted them?”
“Nev-AIEEEEE!
The assault came without warning. Feathers in Luna’s armpits, and the hairbrush making harsh strokes across her sore nipples. Her toothbrush resumed its cruel labor on one foot, and Celestia’s attacked the other. More feathers struck the soles and calves, and the vibrator rammed right into her ass. Its tendrils dug deep and tickled without mercy, and Luna could not even arch her back.
She laughed – crazed, loud. The feathers resumed their repetitive dance while the makeup brush dabbed her neck and the tendrils plunged deeper still.
“How many times, Luna?”
Luna could not answer. Pleasure throbbed within her, but it was no longer a relief. Amid the horrid repetition and the madness in her ass, the ache and beg of her pussy proved no less torturous.
Daybreaker loomed before her, laughing with cruelty and joy. “Perhaps such questions are a little unfair. After all, it’s hard to focus with your toes to the fire.”
Gold magic enveloped Luna’s feet, giving painful heat on top of the brush and feathers. Her laughter became screaming – then silence. A new ring wrapped around her muzzle, clamping it closed. Then more, around each ear and toe and finger, spreading them wide and helpless. Rings latched to her thighs, seizing even the illusory relief of sexual thrusts, and a thick one wrapped itself around her eyes.
Stretched taut and now paralyzed, Luna could not shake her head or even twitch the toes anymore. Each ring held fast, and all she could do was tremble and breathe desperately through her nose as the tickling went on without pause.
“She was asleep,” Daybreaker mused triumphantly from above. “But I was awake for all your nightly visits. Checking in on big sister, hm? Who, with the sun in her veins, is always too warm under her blankets so she sticks out her feet. Sweet sister Celestia with her feet free of the velvet, and loving little Luna staring through the window at her soles.”
The tickling went on. Too much, too fast.
“And what do you do once you know she is asleep? What do you do when you creep into the room, with those perfect white toes before you?”
Luna screamed through her clamped jaw.
“Little sniffs. Little kisses and licks.”
Cruel, regal laughter broke forth. “You worthless little footslut, you know you deserve this. And you love it. What makes you think you can resist me when you couldn’t even resist her?”
Luna barely registered the words. Shame and pain, tickling and pleasure… all formed a hot whirlwind through mind and body. She was insane, thoughtless; a creature of sensation and nothing more.
Feathers sawed between her toes, while a hot tongue licked along her arch. Warm magic gripped hard at her nipples. The tendriled vibrator withdrew thickly from her ass, drawing a desperate, muffled whine.
Tickling began at her ears and ribs, but Luna couldn’t even tell how it came. The many sensations were blurring in her overwhelmed mind into one, and that was wet, stinging need. It wasn’t just the tools, either. The humiliation of her secret, the lovely feet of her captor, the utter helplessness and immobility, the thought of her own perfect soles in torment… such were bare ideas in her maddened mind, yet each added to the trickle leaking from her untouched pussy. The one part of her body Daybreaker hadn’t violated. The bitch knew.
Every stroke and scratch and focused heat against every inch of her body fed that need. Luna screamed and laughed until she could do no more, and Daybreaker healed her without even pausing the torment. And so she screamed and laughed again – always more aroused, always closer to orgasm, always denied the touch that would send her over the edge. Even Daybreaker’s mockery fed the sensation, and Luna loved her for it. The source of all this ecstasy – the perfect goddess, punishing her pathetic, fucking footlicker.
Luna deserved this; the thought tickled more precum out of her, and so she held it fast. Anything to get closer to orgasm. More pleasure, more agonized denial…
And then every tool pulled away.
Her nerves alight, Luna still laughed and screamed until fatigue stole her breath. No healing came this time. The ring on her muzzle vanished, letting her release a piteous, high-pitched moan. Her pussy shrieked for attention, still needy beyond thought. But Luna was exhausted, and suffered limply as the rings moved her into a kneeling crouch.
Daybreaker sat on a chair, facing her prisoner. So low was Luna forced that she had to crane her neck to look up – and did so willingly, for Daybreaker displayed one white sole above her face.
Hot magic touched Luna’s upturned feet, but it was not painful like before. Warm, ethereal fingers rubbed her soles and played gently with her toes, pleasing her overwhelmed nerves. A new moan rose from Luna’s throat. Her pussy throbbed with renewed vigor, sensing what might finally be at hand.
The goddess spoke. “You’re my helpless footslut, aren’t you?”
Luna’s eyes never left the perfect white sole. “Yes, mistress.”
“Call me, ‘Queen Daybreaker.’” The correction came in a pleasant tone. The firm foot rub never slowed.
“Yes, Queen Daybreaker.” Luna squeaked as soon as the words were out. Warm magic began playing with the folds of her clit.
Daybreaker cooed, wiggling the toes before Luna’s gaze. “You love me.”
It wasn’t a question. “Yes, Queen Daybreaker.”
The fanged mouth grinned. Luna didn’t see. Daybreaker began rhythmically clenching and flexing her foot, while the other laid itself gently along Luna’s horn.
“I’ll take your sister’s appearance at first, just to keep things calm. In that time, you’ll enter the dreams of friend and foe alike and make them yearn for me. Twilight and Cadence will be a good start. Take care of them, then work your way down.”
“Yes, Queen Daybreaker.” It came instantly – automatically. Luna could only think of the perfect white foot, and the heat on her clit and soles drawing her gently towards orgasm.
“Good, good,” Daybreaker cooed. “You were a weakling ruler, but you might become an excellent slave. And good slaves...”
The sole came down slowly on Luna’s upturned face.
“...Get their reward.”
Luna met the foot as high as she could, licking wildly. It tasted of vanilla cake, as always. But while Celestia’s feet were warm and comforting, these were hot from the oven. Utterly without blemish, soft and smooth even on the heels and toes.
The feet of a goddess – and Luna worshiped. The sole fell upon her face and was greeted with desperate, open-mouthed licks. She craned this way and that, chasing the slight motions of the foot to dig her tongue through every soft crevasse it could find. She sniffed deeply with each breath, savoring the vanilla, closing her eyes in ecstasy before popping them open to drink in the sight.
Luna suckled at the heel, instep, ball… whatever she could find. The other foot came down with toes pointing towards her, and Luna used her tongue to guide them in. Her cheeks bulged as the toes flexed inside her mouth, and she sucked willingly, dancing her tongue between each one. Then Daybreaker pulled the foot out, and Luna graced it with biting kisses.
She remembered her nighttime visits to Celestia’s room. Long minutes at the window, carefully making sure her sister was asleep. Ethereally passing through the walls, eyes on the feet, yet too nervous and ashamed to enjoy them fully. Sometimes she couldn’t even bring herself to touch them – she would masturbate in urgent silence, inevitably flying elsewhere to finish. Other nights she licked them with the tip of her tongue and nipped gently, only ever getting a few before some twitch or mumble from her sleeping sister caused her to flee.
The white foot drew back, dangling its sole not quite out of Luna’s reach. Straining at her bonds gave her just enough height to paint a long, flat-tongue lick from heel to toes.
Daybreaker finally placed her feet back to the floor, grinning with fanged triumph. Luna smiled back, and smiled wider when she saw Daybreaker’s hand within her thong. The queen masturbated with slow, lazy motions, raising her soles again to cup Luna’s cheeks.
“Good slave,” Daybreaker said. The warm magic at Luna’s pussy began moving a little faster. “Do you want to cum?”
“Yes, please,” Luna said, her voice breaking on the second word. The oral indulgence had only made her hornier. Although no longer masochistically fueled by tickles and torment, she remained utterly pent, with the feeling only growing with every stroke of magic upon her clit and tender feet.
The rings moved her. Luna’s legs spread wide, this time with feet planted to the floor to raise her moist nethers.
Daybreaker stood. She removed her hand from the thong and flicked its wetness to the side.
She raised her perfect foot and brought it down flat on Luna’s pussy, warning, “Wait.”
Luna waited; a good slave. She gasped each breath, staring as the sole touched her with feathery softness, gently brushing her outer folds. It glided downwards slowly, tracing faint hints of Luna’s juice along its majestic arch, giving her the barest feeling of warmth and silk.
Finally it stopped, with the ball of the foot resting against Luna’s sweet spot.
“You may thrust.”
Luna did, hard, already giving an orgasmic shout that fell to a disappointed whine as her pussy found no greater pressure. Daybreaker had moved her foot with the motion perfectly, giving no more or less than her featherweight touch.
Luna tried again, finding the same advance and retreat. She began thrusting as fast as she could to no avail. Heat flowed from the foot, adding to Luna’s horny discomfort.
A feather brushed along her stomach, catching her by surprise. She squeaked, then stared as magic-held tickle tools paraded above her head.
Cold terror gripped her heart, fresh dampness leaked down her thighs… and an insane grin leaped across her face. “Thank you, my queen. Punish your unworthy slave. Break me further to your will.”
Daybreaker raised an eyebrow, her smile falling to a flat line. “Reverse psychology?”
Luna laughed out loud, then snapped her mouth closed. “Um, yes. Exactly.”
Luna wouldn’t have fooled herself, but Daybreaker’s eyes blazed with rage. She stretched her hand, causing the gold rings to haul Luna bodily to the air. They bent and raised her legs to place her soles next to her head. Luna smelled blackberries and chocolate, and felt her ache grow stronger still.
“Clearly, I’ve been going too easy on you.” Daybreaker stood grandly with one foot up on a chair, appearing angry even as she again rubbed beneath her thong. She tilted her head and laughed – a courtesy denied to Luna by a new ring wrapping around her muzzle.
Another magic mirror opened, letting Luna see her predicament. Wide eyes and clamped mouth, sandwiched by her own large soles. Her toes wiggled until rings forced them into a scrunch. At once, the tools struck again – and again, Luna fell into mad, muffled laughter and unfulfilled lust.
It went on for days, weeks, or hours. Luna had no idea. No stop this time; just endless torment. Exhaustion claimed her, magic healed her, and the tickling went on.
Yet even magic had limits. She began passing out, only to be promptly healed to groggy half-wakefulness to resume her torment. Once, twice.
The third time, Luna fell to a deep and dreamless sleep. She never knew if Daybreaker tried to revive her. All she knew as she slowly rose to consciousness was that she did not lose her instincts in captivity. Again, she assessed the situation carefully without any sign she was awake.
She was in bed. Her own bed. In what felt like a very clean pair of fluffy pajamas.
A voice like chamomile came from her side. “Rise, sister. You are safe.”
Luna opened her eyes. Celestia set at her bedside, wearing a pink nightgown and worried expression.
Luna looked down, hiding a smile at the bare white toes poking from beneath. “Good morning, Tia.”
She glanced to the red sky outside. “Or evening.”
“It is evening,” Celestia sighed. Her large eyes shined with worry, yet she seemed hesitant to come closer. “How are you? Are you alright? If you w-wish me to leave I–”
Luna grinned, wincing slightly. “Nay! You are no busybody guard. You are my sister, and welcome any time. I am sore, but nothing else. Perhaps I slept wrong.”
Celestia frowned tightly at the lie. She was not Daybreaker.
But the frown broke into a new sigh, and she looked away. “It happened again. I wake up and… lose the day. This is the third time in as many months. And each time I roused to find you naked and exhausted, as though beaten in desperate battle.”
Desperate battle. Such was the way Celestia’s mind worked.
Celestia rose shakily, panic seeping into her voice. “If I hurt you...”
“Perish the thought!” Luna laughed out loud. “The other you made her third contest with me, and I resisted her mightily. I am no worse for wear.”
Celestia sat back down, grimacing to the sunset. “Other me. ‘Daybreaker’… Luna, isn’t it time you told me what goes on with her? What she says and does?”
Luna shrugged and yawned. It would be a long night. “You met her in the dream world. She talks like a Power Ponies super-villain. Conquer this, enslave that, and remind us Equestria will soon be hers.”
Luna was content to rest it there. Celestia wasn’t. “But what does she do?”
“You tell me,” Luna said, catching and holding Celestia’s gaze. “She is your Nightmare Moon, after all. Embodiment of your repressed desires. If you truly wish to defeat her, you must find a way to… safely indulge. Give her an outlet.”
Celestia quirked a tiny smile; enough for Luna to feel the chat worthwhile. “Interesting. If I may ask, what is your ‘outlet’ for Nightmare Moon’s jealousy?”
“I am no longer jealous of you.” Luna pulled the covers from her feet and wiggled her toes in a delightfully undignified manner. “My secrets lie in other directions these days. Daybreaker is actually quite good for me.”
Celestia’s smile grew by millimeters. “And those directions are…?”
Luna was ready with a riposte. “You first.”
Celestia coughed and blushed. Feigned arrogance entered her voice. “You still haven’t told me what she does to you.”
“And I won’t,” Luna said. “I can handle her. It’s you I worry about. If these monthly visits have you so concerned, you must do as I say and find a harmless way to gratify your wants.”
Celestia glanced to the exposed blue feet, then glanced away.
Luna rubbed one sole against the other, earning a second, quicker glance.
“Come and talk to me about anything,” Luna went on, scratching her nose to hide her face. “Even during the day. But please phase through the wall if you do so. The door and window are alarmed when I sleep. And I am told I am very hard to rouse, so you will need to give me a good hard shake if you want to wake me up.”
“I will keep that in mind,” Celestia murmured, now looking away with stoic discipline. “Can I get you anything right now?”
Luna gestured to the door. “Privacy. I must make ready for the night.”
Something caught her mind, and conscience warred with mischief before the former won. “And Tia?”
“Yes?”
“Get a new toothbrush.”
Tia worked her mouth for a second before accepting the advice without comment. She nodded once and left without daring to look again.
Luna beamed softly after her. Tia… she would have to figure things out for herself. With Luna’s unconditional love and support, of course, but nothing ever came quickly with that girl.
Luna settled back in bed, grinning and wincing as she flexed her toes. They were still sore; the motion sent tingles along her soles that lead straight to her clit.
Her breath hitched. She clung to the fresh memories, and quickly thrust her fingers between her legs. Whatever the future might hold, right now it was time to finish what Daybreaker started.
Author's Note
Written as a commission for Caroo. I hope you enjoyed!
