Starlight gives everypony a foot fetish! How will Twilight solve the friendship problem?

by TooLateForAPenNameSpire

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Horror, Non-consensual, Random, Violence, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, Main 6, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Starlight Glimmer
Length: 1058

Short vignettes about a town where everypony has a foot fetish. They can get a little intense.

Something foul is afoot in Ponyville
Starlight uses the power of a demon to give every pony in Ponyville a foot fetish.

Mostly short vignettes without a real plot.
Surprise.
This is a My Little Pony fanfiction.
It is not canon.

Published 2024-10-18 00:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-10-18 00:30:00 UTC

In praise of Slaanesh

Trixie is eating a sandwich.
"This sandwich is good. Do you like your sandwich?"
She says this with a mouth full of sandwich.

"Yes, I am also enjoying my sandwich."
Starlight responds, also with a mouthful of sandwich.
Cut to black.

Trixie wakes up strapped to a table.
Starlight is massaging her hoof, dressed like Trixie.
"Starlight, what are you doing?"

"I'm using a spell, given to me by a foot demon from another dimension, to give every pony a foot fetish."

"That's not what I meant. Why would you do that Starlight? Not every pony is as cultured as we are. They won't be able to appreciate the finer points of the fetish."

"Don't you get it Trixie? Did you know that one percent of all the residents of Ponyville own ninety-nine percent of all the feet pictures? Twilight and her friends go on and on about friendship, but none of them ever have to balls to take action to create harmony. It makes me sick. Everypony should have the same fetish Trixie."

"You're insane Starlight! You'll ruin the stock market! Can you imagine what giving every pony in Ponyville a foot fetish would do to the price of cotton in Ponyville?"

"I'm more than prepared to accept the consequences Trixie."
Starlight angrily fondles Trixie's hooves.
Cut to black.

Pinkie Pie walks outside.
Everypony has the blinds open.
Everypony is looking outside their window.

"Have you seen my clown shoes, Rainbow dash?"

"Yes Pinkie, yes I have. The whole town has seen them Pinkie."

Rainbow Dash puts her eyes on Pinkie's shoes. She rubs them with her eyes. Some of the eye juice gets on Pinkie's shoes. The clown shoes are now rainbow coloured clown shoes.

Rarity is working.
Her hooves are red and raw, she is sitting on a pile of socks.
She had to board up the boutique, just to keep them out. She needs to focus on her work.
Toes toes toes toes toes.
She has to work from her dreams. Every night she finds herself in a thick, hairy forest. A forest of legs reaching up into the sky. She lives on toe fungus, and she goes to sleep at night in a cave. It's cold there in winter; the trees all lose their hair. Rarity cries. She's never been so happy and she cries.

Over there is a big stage.
Crowds of people gather to see the great and magnificent feet. But the crowd is now angry. A voice cries out into the blackness.

"AYO, THAT PONY'S GOT ON FAKE FEET."

She tries to run. Her four feet pad on the newly instituted sidewalk. If she had paid for the good stuff she could have out ran them. Instead, she washes away with the rain.

Fluttershy is in her cabin.
She turns on her camera.
"Hey there shy guys! I've got another episode of my stream here for you guys, and this one's going to be real juicy."

She smiles as she slips on her special Rarity made socks.
She feels them break underneath her feet; her socks are stained with blood.

Rumours are going around.
They say that some ponies are coming down with strange mutations; lots of strange kids joining the Apple family.
Way too many kids.

Lyra is holding her feet in her hands. The pounding on the door is getting louder and louder. Running at sonic speed won't save you if there isn't anywhere left to run to.

"Everypony is this town is crazy" she keeps saying to herself.
She rocks to and fro.
She had to kill Sweetie Drops.
She kept insisting she wasn't going to, but she just couldn't risk letting her touch her prize.
She strangled her in the night with her special sock.

"THEY CAN'T TOUCH THEM! THEY'RE MINE! MIIINNNEEE!"

"What do you mean Rainbow is dead?"
Pinkie was sobbing.

"I'm sorry. You won't be able to see your friend ever again."

"But that's not true, silly. I've heard rumours. Ponyville has been strange lately, ponies can come back."

"They can, but they won't be the same.
They're not.... right."

Pinkie heard a tapping on her roof.
She hadn't slept in days, she had been waiting.
No pony could see what it was that came to her in the dark.
Mr. Cake kept screaming at her, screaming at her not to go with it, not to listen.
But Pinkie wouldn't listen.

Spike almost had to break down the door to get Twilight to hear him.

"Careful Spike."
She giggled.
"Lots of ponies die just trying to get in here."

Spike winced when she came out.

"Sorry Spike, I know I still can't get it quite right, but it's the closest to the real thing that we have. It's way better than those monstrosities that Rarity is making."

"Just take me to it Twilight, take me to it and tell me what you need me to do."

Twilight scuttled down the wall.
The creatures fled when she turned on the light.
On the table was a large life form covered in a thick sock..

"I have to keep it covered so that it won't scare my children, but we won't need to keep anything covered anymore soon Spike. We won't have anything to be afraid of when she's finished."

Spike shuddered.
"Speak for yourself, Twilight."

Rarity had been spending more and more time sleeping.
She had begun to commune with them.

"You are NOT a tree darling, you're something much more."
She had been repeating that for the past several nights.

But, Fluttershy couldn't hear her anymore.
The ears had to go. All of it had to go.
Fluttershy tried hard to speak without her teeth.
If she could say anything, all she would do is put her foot in her mouth.

Dawn came.
All the ponies were gone.
All had gone to see the coronation of the new god.
The light broke.
A giant leg reaching into the sky.
In the centre of the sky was the most lovely foot the world had ever seen.
The ponies all stopped to stare.
Their eyes had been burnt to a crisp.
All that was left of their bodies were those burnt sockets.
All that was left of their minds was the image of that foot rise playing over and over again.