VDHRWTM (2024 Twilight Velvet foot fetish)

 

“Can you BELIEVE these nobles? I mean, how does Princess Luna deal with them?” your political mentor, Twilight Sparkle’s mother, laughed. She opened up the door to a rather isolated study in one of the towers of Canterlot Castle.

 

“You know Velvet, I get that Luna’s got good intentions, bringing about Night Court and all…but I swear, something about the hours after 8pm bring out something crazy in the upper crust!” you, Anonymous, responded. You followed her into her workspace, shutting and locking the door behind you, as she preferred.

 

“I mean, ‘How many foals do you think you could take in a fight?’ Really?”

 

You shrugged, just as bewildered as Velvet was. “Are we gonna talk about that one noble who got hit with the alarm clock?”

 

“I’ve been in a barrel over a waterfall, Anon, and bumped my head BADLY on the way down…not that I let my daughter know, of course. And that wasn’t half as painful as THAT looked.”

 

You smiled and pulled out her chair for her, and she sat down at her desk. “You really gotta let me tag along for one of your vacations, they sound wild!”

 

“You don’t need to pull out my chair, Anon, but I’ll take your gentlemanly gestures anyway. Time to get to work on the scheduling for the next week for the last few hours?”

 

You scratched your head, looking down at your feet, as well as hers, bare, but hidden by high heels. “Well…I dunno, my mind was kind of…wandering, a little, during court, and when you were moving your feet around in front of me…”

 

Twilight Velvet let out a sigh, facepalming, but grinning knowingly. “You KNOW it’s just a habit…I wasn’t trying to DO anything, dear…”

 

“Yeah, but…a little paid time off sounds…” you trailed off, putting your hands on her shoulders.

 

You knew Canterlot Castle was quite a large place. No one would notice the two of you if you were to take an extra break…

 

She folded her arms, moving her legs out of her desk. A space large enough for you to crawl into was made. “I’m guessing you want me to be a little more bossy, but not MEAN bossy? You just HAVE to try and push me as far as you can, huh?”

 

You nodded, emphatically. “Please? Just this once?”

 

Velvet giggled. “Yes, dear, ‘Just this once’, just like the last dozen times. Get under the desk and I’ll be your old manager who keeps ignoring you,” she agreed, pointing down to the dark confines below the workspace.

 

Twilight Velvet couldn’t quite keep her amused grin down as your hands left her shoulders. “I hope you don’t think I’m gonna let myself get distracted. Just because I have a handsome man assisting me doesn’t mean I can just slack off work to have fun.”

 

Excitedly, you crawled down and situated yourself under Velvet’s fancy work desk, keeping your eyes on the wonderful prizes.

 

Velvet scooted inwards, beginning to write something with her quill. “Alright, Anon…I’m gonna be a bit too busy to talk for a while. Be a dear and give me a rub? That always helps me get work done a little quicker.”

 

She lifted one of her heels to tap against your chin.

 

“And if SOMETHING starts to…happen, try to make it quick and easy, dear. I have to concentrate,” she finished, resting them both in your hands. As if you needed any further convincing. What else were interns for?

 

You began to tease yourself by holding up Velvet’s heel-clad feet in your hands, pulling them off a bit at a time. Inch by inch, her shoes began to fall off her bare feet, exposing the soft heels. Then it was the curved, light gray arches. Last to be exposed were her toes, perfectly sized, and you hoped they would squirm as much as they looked like they would.

 

Velvet’s toes seemed to take your hopes as a challenge, curling as her heels fell off. The gray soles rested in the palms of your hands, your fingers curling around the feet as delicately as possible. Such treasures should, after all, be treated gently and with care.

 

Your teachers always did say you were never good with more delicate objects.

 

Velvet let out a small gasp as your hands gave her soft feet a strong, greedy squeeze. The extreme softness, the texture, of her pampered feet was unimaginable, coming only from one who had been born and raised within high society. Your strong hands began to massage both of Velvet’s soft soles at once, the thumbs pressing ever so deeply into the gently curved arch. Up and down, side to side your thumbs went, and your efforts were met with moans of approval from Twilight’s mother.

 

Not long after you began to work on her perfect soles, her feet crossed over one another in your hands, the toes curling once again, as if to ask for attention. And it wasn’t long before you acquiesced to her request.

 

Unfortunately for Velvet, another thing your teachers said was how you never listened to them.

 

Your fingers delicately trailed along the undersides of her toes. Tiny, tiny circles, with the slightest amount of pressure from your nails. You kept the right foot in your grip while progressing to run your fingers between the appealing gray toes, with a small smirk on your face.

 

Her foot tried to tug itself backwards, but your grip was just slightly too firm for her. Not satisfied with just exploring between her soft toes, you ever so slowly scraped your fingers across her upper sole. Her reaction to the sudden ticklish jolt was instant, her foot jerking backwards a little harder.

 

You strengthened your grip on the perfect gray sole, your fingers making their way across the arch and to the heel. Velvet let out a snort and pressed her free foot against your cheek to try and push you away, but you were too far into the depraved act. Her work was between you and some rather enticing ‘intern’s benefits’ and you were having none of it.

 

By that point, you had her ankle in a death grip and your fingers were scribbling more and more erratically against the sensitive captive foot. Your increasing efforts were finally rewarded, Twilight’s mother unable to hold back her laughter.

 

“I wahahanted a MASSAGE, Anon, wh-why are youehehehe!” she giggled, fully pressing her other sole on your face and blinding you. But that wasn’t about to stop you from tearing Velvet away from her boring political paper.

 

You picked up a nearby stray quill under the desk, chuckling to yourself. The quill was brought up against her ticklish foot as quickly as your fingers were. The gentle bristles of the writing utensil, combined with your nails, was enough to start sending her into hysterics.

 

“ANOHOHON THAT’S ENOUGH!” Velvet shouted, while the dual, contrasting ticklish sensation sent both of her feet into overdrive. She was finally able to yank her foot from your greedy grip, using her toes to grab the evil little quill from your grasp. After tossing it out of your reach, both her soles pressed up against your face and holding your head against the wall.

 

After Velvet’s sexy laughter had calmed down, you heard a hiss from her above the desk, and her right toes slipped below your head. You felt your chin being raised by said toes, and found yourself staring up into her disapproving eyes. Her other foot, having endured a rather inconvenient round of ticklish joy, rested on one of your legs.

 

“Is there something the MATTER, Anon? Something that’s so important that you need to distract me from my work so much?” she said, a blush rather apparent on her face.

 

She glanced down between your legs at the exact time that you did. Both of you knew exactly what was the matter, but Twilight’s mom wasn’t about to let you just HAVE what you wanted. Not after that stunt you pulled.

 

“If you have nothing to say, Anonymous, I’d appreciate my feet being TENDED to this time, as I need, not TORTURED, understood?” she demanded.

 

“Y-yes Velvet, sorry…” you apologised, the feelings of guilt within you nonexistent. You once again delicately took her almost-shiny gray feet in your hands, taking some time to gaze at them, to marvel at their beauty.

 

One of Velvet’s ankles twisted slightly as her legs crossed, her foot moving in a slow circle, almost expectantly. “I’m waiting, dear…”

 

Her way of subtly drawing your attention to her soles was almost hypnotic, only adding to the…issue that was going on in your head. Having them pressed up against your face like that earlier…

 

You knew what you wanted…no, needed, to do next.

 

Instead of massaging the tension from her feet as she clearly requested, you leaned your head down towards the ten scrunching digits. Before Velvet could stop the inevitable, your mouth opened wide, and your lips wrapped hungrily around all five of her left toes.

 

“Anonymous, what are you…I said…MASSAGE, I didn’t say, mmh…” she stammered slightly, biting her lip. She scooted back into her desk as far as possible, her face once again out of your sight.

 

What, was she expecting you to respond while you sucked greedily on all five of her toes at once? All you were able to do was moan out in pleasure, while the taste, the texture, and the aroma all overwhelmed your senses.

 

As your tongue started to swirl around one toe at a time, Velvet let out a huff, allowing your chin to lower and placing her foot in your hands once again. “Alright, ahh, dear, if it’s that much of an emergency…but no more than that, ok? I’m quite busy and can’t afford to, mmph, play around…”

 

You panted heavily as you removed all of her toes from your mouth. Lowering your head even further, keeping her left foot held still, you decided to drag your tongue along her bare sole. Slowly, deliberately. You needed her to feel every second of it.

 

Her foot began to quiver as you put more force into each lick. Velvet’s hands were trembling at the wet, slimy sensation against her sensitive foot. None of her words were coming out right. Her eyes couldn’t keep themselves on her papers. On top of that, she found one of her hands had been slowly moving down her body, and entering between her legs.

 

Something about the things you were doing to her delicate soles was getting Twilight’s mother to slowly reconsider whether her work was worth ignoring what you were trying to to do her. And you could see it right then and there, what you were doing was working in spades.

 

You decided to lift up her other sole, the two of them resting in your hands side by side, and with force, buried your face into them.

 

Upon immersing your face in such a heavenly pair of soles, your tongue went absolutely wild. You lapped at each bottom of her feet with vigour, messily, recklessly. Over and over you subjected your tastebuds to the delightful taste of her soles, all the way from heels to toes. Right, then left, then both at once.

 

Holding them in place ever more tightly, you took one last hard lick of each foot. You could tell how hard Velvet was going at herself, and being the polite gentleman you were, decided to complete what you began with her.

 

Your lips mashed against the point where both of her arches met. Your hands held Twilight Velvet’s wonderful silky feet as tightly as possible, keeping them still while you forcibly made out with them.

 

To help Velvet as her intense climax hit her, her moans of sheer bliss filling the isolated room the two of you were in, you dragged your tongue all the way to the tips of her toes, wrapping your lips around both big toes. You sucked on them hungrily and nibbled them more gently in between, prolonging her intense, messy orgasm.

 

“Anoooon…I t...told you, I…hah, just wanted a massage…no more…” she panted out.

 

You slowly became even less able to control your urges than before. Gasping for air, you pulled her feet out of your mouth once again, placing them down on your legs while you unzipped your pants.

 

“Alright, alright, fine…just this once, if you PROMISE not to mess with my work again…” Velvet sighed, scooting out slightly in her now-messy chair. She reached down to pull your trousers down your legs further, unable to keep her smirk hidden.

 

Her super-soft, now slickened feet wrapped tightly around your leaking cock, causing a surge of pleasure through your body. You very nearly let go right then and there. But you had to hang on, just a little longer, because Twilight Velvet’s shining soles began to glide up and down the sides of your member.

 

Her eyes locked with yours. Velvet never needed to look at what she was doing, her feet seemed to move like they had a mind of their own. Her left foot slowly pressed down on your dick, further and further until it was pinned to your body. Smoothly and easily, her sole pulled back and forth, collecting the precum that had leaked out down your length.

 

Using the extra lubrication to her advantage, Velvet’s left sole allowed your length to stand at attention. Her right toes then gripped the side of your cock, her left sole moving smoothly in circles around the other side.

 

Your fists clenched as you groaned, sweat dripping from your forehead. Her devilishly seductive grin, and the hypnotic movements of her tender feet, proved to be too much for you to handle. You unleashed the most intense load you had ever thought possible, coating her gray feet in a delightful pattern of white splatters.

 

Her soles embraced your length firmly, keeping you still as you made a mess of her feet. When you finally finished up, Velvet placed her feet side by side, wiggling the toes playfully for you. “Are you QUITE finished with disturbing my work? Are you actually going to be helpful now, dear, instead of tickling me without my permission? Forcing me to once again have to clean up my seat?”

 

You chuckled weakly as she weighed her gray feet back onto your aching member, laying yourself back against the wall below the desk. “I…am at your service, Velvet…”

 

“Good. Maybe if you do a good enough job, you can join me on my next business trip…”