Busted! 3

by tidmouth

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Vice-Principal Luna, Equestria Girls, Porn, Fetish
Length: 4647

Vice Principal Luna uncovers Tidmouth's antics, and it's apparently not the first time...

After Luna catches Tidmouth and friends with their pants down (quite literally) she reveals that this isn't the first time she's had to reprimand him for his fetishy actions. But whatever did happen at Canterlot High the previous semester? Read on to find out!

Contains: Foot/sock fetishry, sock smelling, Foot rubbing, Foot licking, femdom, footjobs, Student x teacher

Published 2024-08-13 00:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-13 00:00:01 UTC

Chapter 1

The four students sat agape, covering themselves ashamedly as Vice Principal Luna stood staring at them in the doorway.

Twilight Sparkle was the first to speak up.
“V-Vice Principal Luna! We can explain!”

The blue-haired woman calmly stepped into the room and shut the door behind her. “Twilight, you are a bright student, but I highly doubt even you could lie your way out of this.”
Twilight squirmed ashamedly. Luna spotted Tidmouth’s bag on the floor and scooped it up. She reached inside and pulled out the pair of striped socks that were inside. “Would I be correct in presuming these are the socks that Rarity reported missing two weeks ago?”
The four students nodded. “So, which one of you took them?”

There was a moment of silence. “I did!” Sunset Shimmer suddenly cut in.

“N-no! Vice Principal, she’s just trying to cover for me. I took them!” blurted Rainbow Dash.

Luna raised an eyebrow. “Well, if one of you two took them then why are they in this bag? If I’m not mistaken this bag belongs to—”

“—Tidmouth, yes.” Twilight cut in. “I asked Tidmouth to keep them for me. I told him they were mine.”

Luna chuckled softly. “It’s very sweet of you all to cover for him, but I think it’s time Tidmouth Milk told me the truth.” She stepped towards him, leaning down to look him in the eye. “I thought we’d had an agreement that this wasn’t going to happen again.”

* * *

The previous semester… -

Another day at Canterlot High and another sports class in the gymnasium. Tidmouth hated sports class. It wasn’t just that he was unfit, though that didn’t help, he also just didn’t see the point in learning this stuff. It’s not like he was planning to be an athlete when he grew up.

The coach, Half Marathon, blew his whistle. “Milk! Get over here.” Tidmouth breathlessly trudged over. “Pick up the pace out there, eh? The other students are runnin’ circles ‘round ya!”

“S-sorry, Sir.” Tidmouth wheezed “I just c-can’t seem to catch my breath.”

Half Marathon groaned and rolled his eyes. “Go over to the bench and take a breather for five minutes.” Tidmouth nodded and went to sit on the bench by the door.

Tidmouth looked up at the other boys running and prancing around effortlessly. “Show-offs.” He muttered. He turned away and looked out of the gym and down the corridor.

Along the corridor were several doors. One stood half open, this was the lost kit room. There was a pile of various clothes in there for any unfortunate student that happened to forget their kit. Tidmouth had been in that boat more than once and it was never a pleasant experience.

Opposite that was the door to the boys’ changing room. It’s baffling to imagine a room that smells of both body odour and deodorant, but a boys’ changing room somehow manages to pull it off. There were benches along two of the walls with rows more through the middle. In one corner was a grimy little toilet cubicle and at the far end of the room was a door that went out to the sports field and a walled off area with some showers.

Next door to the boys were the girls. Tidmouth had never been in there. Logic would assume it was much the same as the boys’ room. Even so the thought of going in there was an appealing one. If nothing else just to see how similar it was to the boys’ room. …and maybe have a peak at some of the girl’s clothes that were lying around while he was there.

Tidmouth’s musing was brought to a shuddering halt when Coach Marathon called out to him. “Milk! Get back out there. And I want you running double time to catch up!”

A week passed and Tidmouth was trying his best to do as little as possible whilst looking like he was taking part. It was basketball this week so that basically entailed hopping from side-to-side, running up and down a bit and hoping to God that no-one decided to pass him the ball.

Someone from the opposing team had the ball hit from their hand and it bounced towards Tidmouth. He stood firmly on the spot. He didn’t want to get whistled at for travelling with ball… again.

He sized up his options and bounced the ball with one hand. He was never very good at this. The ball either ended up bouncing in every other direction or losing momentum to the point where Tidmouth was practically rolling it along the floor.

He looked toward the hoop. Theoretically he was in-range from where he was, realistically though it’d be a million to one shot for him. Even without the other team between him and his target.

He steeled himself and plucked the ball between his hands. He sprung upwards and launched the ball in an arc. It flew over the other players, swooping towards it target. Time felt like it was slowing down. It came down, and down, and down and then… it pinged off the backboard and away from the court.

Coach Marathon blew his whistle. “Out!” There was some mutterings of discontent from Tidmouth’s teammates.

“Alright, settle down. Milk, you sit out for the rest of the game. I think your team can manage without you.”

Tidmouth shuffled off to the bench and sat down in a sulk. He rested his chin on his palm and stared off down the corridor.

He looked again at the changing room doors side-by-side. “There wouldn’t be anyone in there now. All the girls are outside on the track. …If only I had some excuse to sneak off and have a look around.”

Tidmouth’s thoughts were cut short by the Coach stepping up to him “Hey, don’t get yourself down, Milk. You’ll get there with practice. Just watch the others. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

The coach turned away. Tidmouth rolled his eyes. He had better things to do than practice throwing a ball into a hoop that was barely big enough.

He looked again down the corridor and his eyes widened. He’d got an idea. “Uhh, S-sir? Can I go to the toilet?”

The coach looked at his watch and sighed. “You should’ve gone at break, but fine. Make it quick!”

Tidmouth scurried off out of the gym and down the hall. He reached the boy’s room door and paused. He looked around for any signs of life. The corridor was silent, safe for the sounds of the basketball game reverberating from the gym. Not a student or teacher in sight. Tidmouth took a deep breath as he stepped away from the boys’ room and towards the girls’ room.

He gently pushed open the door and slipped inside. It was indeed very much the same as the changing room he was familiar with. The scent of B-O was a lot less pronounced and was masked by perfume rather than cheap body spray. Tidmouth’s main focus was on the display of clothes though. Shirts, dresses, skirts, shoes and, most importantly in his mind, socks.

Tidmouth wasn’t sure what spawned his interest in socks, but as long as he could remember he’d just always thought girls wore much more interesting socks than boys. As he’d come of age this interest had developed into a full-blown fetish. Not that he knew what one was.

In class he’d clock a girl wearing a cute pair of socks and wouldn’t be able to stop himself from glancing at them now and again. He’d fantasised about stealing a pair of socks for a long time and now that fantasy was about to turn to reality.

He’d stolen socks from his sister-in-law before, but that didn’t count. (They were clean from her dresser) But right now, he was standing before a goldmine of used footwear.

He gulped quietly and perused the benches. As he scanned around, something caught his eye. A pair of tall blue boots, one of which had a rainbow striped sock draped over the side. Tidmouth scooted over to them and knelt down. He pulled out the sock and inspected it.

The sock was thigh-length and had six colours in a repeating rainbow pattern. Tidmouth had no doubt who these belonged to, and that excited him even more. If any girl was going to have a real sweaty pair of socks, it’d be Rainbow Dash.

He looked around for the second sock and found it nestled inside the other boot. He held up both socks before him and felt a tingle of pleasure run through him before raising them to his nose. He breathed in deeply and shuddered. His assumption had been right, Rainbow’s socks smelled great. He felt his member start to rise.

He was no stranger when it came to touching himself. He’d gotten off to pictures of socked feet on his computer at home loads of times, but this time he felt harder than he ever had done before. He was about to put a hand down his waistband when—

“Ahem!” Tidmouth froze, dropping the socks in panic. He slowly turned around and saw the glaring face of Vice Principal Luna. “My office. Now.”

* * *

Tidmouth slouched along behind the Vice Principal as she strode through the halls to her office. He felt fortunate that there were no other students around to see them, as they were all still in their classes.

They reached the office door, Luna stepped aside, directing him to enter first.

Tidmouth stepped through. The only light in the room was sunlight peeking through the slits in the blinds. In the dim light, Tidmouth saw various wooden furniture around the walls and an oval-shaped desk in the centre.

“Take a seat.” Said Luna, speaking in a stern yet level tone. She walked past Tidmouth as he sat down and pulled open a nearby filing cabinet. “Your name?”

“Umm… Tidmouth. Tidmouth Milk, Miss.”

Luna thumbed through the files and pulled out a folder with ‘Milk. T’ written on it. She brought it over to her desk and flipped through it as she sat down. “Hmm… No previous offences. A few late homework reprimands but nothing more.” She looked up into Tidmouth’s eyes. “I’m sure you appreciate the trouble you’re in today is far more serious.”

Tidmouth gulped and quietly nodded.

Luna crossed her fingers together as she sat forward in her chair. “I’m no stranger to the curiosities of teenage boys, you are far from the first to be caught straying into the girls changing room. And even outside the curious types there’s the odd one that wanders in by mistake. But I don’t think you wandered in by mistake, did you, Mr. Milk?”

Luna stared down her nose at Tidmouth with her shimmering cyan eyes causing the boy to squirm uncomfortably. He shook his head. “N- no, Miss.”

“What, exactly, were you doing when I found you, Mr. Milk?”

Tidmouth shuffled in his seat and stammered a little. He was struggling to form the words.

“Don’t be difficult with me, child. I will be quite happy to add insubordination to your permanent record alongside this incident.”

Tidmouth’s eyes went wide. “N- no, Miss! P- please!

“Then tell me.”

Tidmouth’s eyes were beginning to well up with tears. He quickly wiped them away before stammering his response. “I- I went in there… a- and I found a p- pair of socks… and I- I was… smelling them.”

“And why were you doing that?”

“I- I… I don’t know! I… I like the smell.”

Princess Luna sat back in her chair. “Are you aware of the concept of a fetish, Mr. Milk?”

Tidmouth shook his head.

She stood and walked over to her bookshelf, taking out a dictionary. “’Fetish – Any object or non-genital part of the body that causes a habitual erotic response or fixation‘. In other words, does the look and smell of socks cause you to become aroused, Mr. Milk?”

Tidmouth’s face went beet red. “I… uhm… y- yes.”

Luna gave a small smirk. “Do not be embarrassed, Mr. Milk. A fetish of feet is a rather common one.” Her face fell. “That, however, is no excuse for your actions earlier. Especially when one considers what further offences might have occurred had I not intervened.”

Tidmouth’s lip quivered, and he broke, burying his head in his arms onto the desk as he cried.

The Vice Principal strode across the room and discreetly locked the door before sitting back in her chair. “Tidmouth, look at me.”

Reluctantly Tidmouth pulled his head up and looked at her with a whimper.

“Despite the seriousness of this situation I am willing to let you off the hook on this occasion.”

Tidmouth wiped his eyes and brightened slightly.

“Though, that is not to say you will not have some form of punishment.”

Tidmouth’s face drooped again.

Underneath her desk, Luna slipped off her shoes, revealing the magenta-coloured socks underneath. She scooted back in her chair crossed her legs across the desk. “Your punishment is to massage my feet.”

Tidmouth blinked confusedly as Luna casually flexed her toes back and forth.

“Well? Your punishment begins now.”

Tidmouth gulped quietly and reached out towards her left foot. He took the foot in his hands and felt her damp, sweaty warmth. Gingerly he pressed his thumbs into the arch of her foot and rubbed in rough circles.

Luna bristled in her chair. “Gentler, Mr. Milk. You should treat a lady’s feet with the utmost care and attention.”

Tidmouth quickly nodded and adjusted his movements.

The Vice Principal sat back in her chair and sighed quietly. “Mmm, yes. That’s much better. Still a little amateurish, but you will get better with practice. Try my right foot now.”

Tidmouth released the foot from his grasp and Luna readjusted her legs, so he was now being presented with the other. He held it much the same as her left foot and resumed his actions.

Luna hummed appreciatively. “You’re getting the hang of this.”

In response Tidmouth pressed a little harder into the centre of her foot and worked the pressure upwards towards her toes.

Luna stifled a squeal. “You’re really getting the hang of this!”

Tidmouth stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth as he squeezed and compressed Luna’s foot. Admittedly, he was starting to enjoy himself. The feeling of Luna’s warm socked foot in his hand felt like a dream coming true that he’d never realised he’d had. He could already feel his erection throbbing within his pants as he sniffed the intoxicating aroma of sweat permeating the air.

Luna put up a hand. “Okay, Tidmouth. You may stop massaging. Please stand up for a moment.”

Tidmouth reluctantly let go of her foot and stood up.

Luna observed the bulge in Tidmouth’s pants. A bulge that he was desperately trying to resist touching. “I see you are enjoying yourself. That cannot do. I see I have to employ punishment: stage 2.” She grinned and stood gesturing for Tidmouth to come to her side of the desk.

“Please put your hands behind your back.” She instructed.

Tidmouth hesitantly did as he was told. He yelped in surprise as Luna grabbed his wrists and zip-tied them together.

“There, that ought to stop any unwarranted… self-pleasure.” She said, flashing a wicked grin.
Luna gestured under her desk, indicating that she wished Tidmouth to get down there.

It was a rather unremarkable nook all things considered, however Tidmouth did notice two dark streaks on the back panel, where presumably the Vice Principal enjoyed resting her feet. But now it seemed he was to become her footrest.

His cock throbbed again at the thought, and he crouched down and shuffled into the cramped space under the desk.

Luna sat back in her chair and observed as he tried his best to get comfortable with a sly smile. “Very good. Now, I have some paperwork to be getting on with. I want complete silence, understand?”

Tidmouth went to answer but caught himself and nodded instead.

“Good.” Said Luna and scooted her chair back up to the desk.

Tidmouth watched as the magenta socked foot moved toward him before planting itself over his face. He desperately resisted the urge to moan as his nostrils were directly assaulted by her odour.

Luna grinned to herself as she felt the contours of his face with the sole of her foot. Her other foot was kicked back for now, casually playing with one of her shoes under the chair.

Tidmouth twitched uncomfortably as his boner strained itself against his shorts. He didn’t think he’d ever felt this horny before, but with his arms tied he could do nothing but just thrust at nothing.

Luna felt his squirms and pressed her foot harder into his face. She wiggled her toes across his cheek, as if she were tapping to an inaudible tune.

Tidmouth’s mind was racing. He couldn’t see or smell anything but Luna’s rank socks, and he was being driven wild. Every synapse in his brain just had one word: ‘Cum’. He whimpered quietly, holding back the urge to cry out in desperation.
It only took another minute of torture before he finally broke the silence

“Mmmhhff-pleasee!”

Luna’s toes ceased moving. She leaned back and sternly peered under the desk. “What was that?”

Tidmouth bit his lip and didn’t say anything.

“Did I hear the word ‘please’, Mr. Tidmouth?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Tidmouth quickly nodded.

“And why would you say that, hmm?” Luna was desperately holding back the urge to smile. She knew exactly what he wanted, she just wanted to hear him say it.

Tidmouth stammered. “P-please… will you l-let me… cum.”

Luna stared at him for a moment longer. She observed the tip of his penis poking out from the hem of his shorts and broke once more into a devilish grin. “Oh, I suppose you’ve had enough punishment for now. Very well. I shall allow it.”

Tidmouth shuffled to get out from under the desk, but Luna’s foot kept him pinned down. “Ah, ah! You’re not finished down there.” Her foot moved toward his crotch and she pulled his shorts down with her big toe.

Tidmouth winced as his felt his cock spring free.

Luna chuckled and prodded at it gently. It already had a lot of pre dripping from it and she could feel he was extremely hard, almost painfully so. She dropped the shoe from her right foot and moved it over to join the other over Tidmouth’s crotch. She positioned her soles around his erect cock and slowly began to massage them up and down.

Tidmouth’s eyes rolled back, and he stifled the urge to moan out loud. The cramped space under Luna’s desk was incredibly stuffy and the sweaty warm scent of Luna’s socked feet, mixed with the smell of his own musk, was getting more intense by the second.

Luna deftly stroked his cock as she continued with her paperwork. “Are you getting close?”

“Y-yes… Miss Luna.” Tidmouth panted.

“Then cum.” Said Luna, picking up her speed.

Tidmouth didn’t need to be told twice. He felt his body shudder with ecstasy as he came. Ropes of cum sprayed down over Luna’s feet and she squeezed and toyed with his penis, trying to extract as much as she could.

Luna withdrew her feet from Tidmouth’s member and sat back, admiring her work. “Very good, Mr. Tidmouth. A healthy amount for a student your age.” She chuckled softly to herself as she played with a stand of cum between her feet. “Though, I’m sure you understand I can’t go around with this mess all over my feet. I should like for you to clean them for me… with your tongue.”

Before Tidmouth had a moment to register what was being asked of him Luna’s left foot was once again assaulting his face. He opened his mouth and licked across the sole, tasting the mixture of sweat and cum. As he suckled and kissed her foot and he sniffed greedily at the odour of her feet. Despite already cumming his cock was still throbbing with arousal as Luna playfully rubbed it with her other foot.

Tidmouth continued licking and sniffing for about five minutes, at which point Luna gave a quiet yawn and withdrew the foot from his face. “I think that’s enough. Now for the other one.” She crossed her legs, placing her right foot over his face and letting her left rest on the floor.

The right foot was just as tasty as the left one and Tidmouth happily complied in kissing and licking every square inch of it. His cock twitched needily, desperate to be touched again, but Luna continued to ignore it. She wanted to tease him with a little denial before she allowed him to cum again.

Eventually she took her foot away again. Tidmouth craned his neck trying to reach to give it one last kiss before it slipped too far away.

Luna chuckled. “Eager to please, eh, Mr. Tidmouth? Well, it’s only fair I give you a little pleasure in return. I’ve been neglecting you for a while now. You must feel ready to burst.”

Tidmouth whimpered in response, his cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

“Very well then.” Luna gave another devilish smile and pulled off her socks. She balled them up and stuffed them into Tidmouth’s mouth before sitting back in her chair and placing her now bare feet around his erect cock.

Tidmouth moaned through the socks in his mouth. Luna’s soft soles caressed his cock, masterfully stroking him off. The humidity under the desk was rising by the second and Tidmouth’s forehead was covered in beads of sweat as he tried to make this experience last as long as he could.

Luna continued stroking him off with her left foot and moved her right to squeeze his balls. Tidmouth moaned again as his body began to shiver with anticipation. Luna grasped his cock with both feet and began jerking harder. “Tidmouth, cum for me!”

Those words pushed him over the edge. Tidmouth’s eyes clenched shut as he was hit with a blinding orgasm. He was in bliss, and everything felt perfect.

* * *

Tidmouth groggily opened his eyes. He could see he was no longer under the Vice Principal’s desk, but he was slumped in the chair in front of it. He could faintly make out a pair of voices.

“-he’s coming to.” He felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him awake. “Tidmouth, are you okay?” It wasn’t the voice of Luna but Half Marathon, his sports instructor.

“I’m not sure what came over him.” Said Luna, stepping around to stand next to him. “Like I said, I invited him over to my office because I saw he didn’t look well and when we got here, he just collapsed.”

Tidmouth’s face contorted with confusion. Had it all been a dream? It had felt so vivid and real. He could swear he even still tasted Luna’s sweat on his tongue.

Luna locked eyes with him and gave a subtle wink. “Did you get his things, Mr. Marathon?”

“Yes, Vice Principal. They’re right here.” Half Marathon held up Tidmouth’s bags that he’d brought from the locker room.

Luna smiled. “Very well. I telephoned his parents to let them know that I’ll be giving him a lift home.”

Half Marathon nodded. “Yes, of course Vice Principal.” He leaned over to Tidmouth and patted him on the shoulder. “Hope you feel better next week, Tidmouth.”

“Uh... t-thanks, Sir.” Stammered Tidmouth.

“Come along then, Mr. Milk.” said Luna, directing him towards the door. Tidmouth shakily got to his feet and headed out with her towards the staff parking lot.

* * *

The Vice Principal and student didn’t say anything to one another as they drove to Tidmouth’s home and soon they pulled up outside.

Tidmouth quietly gathered together his belongings and went to open the door, but Luna clicked a button and locked it. “Just a moment, Tidmouth. Before you go, I should like you to look in your bag.”

Tidmouth slowly nodded and unzipped his rucksack. Inside, along with his usual textbooks and other things was a pair of damp, scrunched up, and damp magenta socks. Tidmouth’s eyes widened in surprise, and he looked up at Luna.

“You may keep them, on one condition. I never, ever, ever, want to find you in or around the girls’ locker room ever again. Do you understand me?” as if to make herself extra clear she stared at him with intense eyes.

Tidmouth gulped and nodded quickly. “No, Vice Principal Luna, I won’t Vice Principal Luna.”

“Good. Because if it were to happen again, I would not be so forgiving as I have been today. As far as I am concerned the incident today never occurred and your permanent record shall remain clean.”

“Th-thank you, Miss. Luna.”

“You’re welcome.” Luna unlocked the door and Tidmouth resealed his bag. “Goodbye Mr. Tidmouth. Have a good weekend.”

Tidmouth hopped out of the car and waved to Luna as she drove off, back to the school. He turned and let himself into the house. His parents were still at work, he assumed Luna had called one of them there.

He made his way up to his room and flopped onto the bed. He unzipped his bag and pulled out the pair of socks Luna had given him. He gave them a sniff and sighed happily. “Oh yeah… I’m going to have a real good weekend.”

* * *

“So, let me get this straight, Vice Principal Luna caught you in the girls locker room and instead of giving you detention she used you as a personal footstool?” asked Rainbow Dash.

“This was a unique case. I did not feel it necessary to blemish Tidmouth’s record with a serious offence. As for the… “punishment” I must admit I let myself get a little carried away.” Replied Luna.

Rainbow scoffed “I’ll say! If that was the normal kind of punishment, I’d get in trouble more often!”

“Well, it’s not.” Said Luna, with a stern glare “And I shall not be so lenient if I ever catch you in the wrong locker room, Rainbow Dash!”

Rainbow gulped quietly and nodded.

“So, am I going to be in detention for all this, Vice Principal?” asked Tidmouth meekly.

“That rather depends. I shall ask the two victims of your thievery who are present. Do either of you still wish to make a complaint?”

“No!” blurted Rainbow

Sunset pondered for a moment before shaking her head also.

“I thought not. That leaves only Rarity, and I don’t think she will wish to make a further complaint as long as her property is returned.” Luna looked over the striped pair of socks in her hand. “I shall make sure these are cleaned and return them to her.”

“So, you won’t blame Tidmouth?” queried Twilight

“No. If she asks, I shall tell her I found them myself.”

“And that’s it? No more said?” asked Rainbow.

Luna nodded. “For now. You should all consider yourselves lucky I’m not going to bring this up to Principal Celestia. You’ll find she’s far less forgiving than I.”

The four friends murmured their thanks.

Luna turned to leave but paused in the doorway, fishing a hand into her fanny pack. “Oh, and Twilight…” She pulled out a small sheet with a single pill sealed inside and threw it to her.

“What’s this?”

“Plan B. Good night.”

Author's Note

Thanks for reading Busted! 3. I've actually had this and part 4 finished for some time I just never got around to posting them here so... here they are I guess!