Toepen up your Eyes (2018 Tempest x Twilight foot fetish commission)

 

Meanwhile, guess who was doing all the heavy lifting? Yes, that's me, and that little gluttonous, comedic-relief hedgehog thing he assigned as my second in command. Twilight Sparkle and her five useless friends, through pure luck, had escaped my grasp on multiple occasions.

 

The purple princess and her posse fell down Canterlot Waterfall and escaped me once. A brown-furred Abyssinian feline tried to mislead us after a destructive chase in Klugetown, the Storm King's cargo haulers were traitors, and now they were all on Mount Aris.

 

I chuckled to myself as the ship came to a halt, directly beside the abandoned city of the Hippogriffs, which Grubber and I unfortunately failed to retrieve that powerful pearl from. I knew from my books that the hippogriffs had retreated underwater to escape my wrath. Yes, MY wrath. The Storm King was just a means to an end.

 

Quickly and quietly, my armoured hands grabbed onto a rope, and I slid down and landed on my feet, on the south beach surrounding the mountain. Two of the stronger soldiers made their way down with me, just in case I needed...backup. I knew where the entrance to their underwater city was. I just had to wait...

 

And I came not a moment too soon, and hid behind some well-placed rocks. Peeking out from my position, I donned a toothy, evil grin. There was no sign of that little pearl in Twilight's hands. Not long after the other five washed up on shore, the fighting between them started.

 

I noted how long it took for the princess's friends to turn on her and leave her after her outburst, and it didn't take long at all. All that remained by her side was that little secondary-character looking dragon. Not worrying about what he could do, I quietly gave a signal to my soldiers.

 

All three of us slowly snuck up behind the so-called 'princess of friendship'. The little dragon suddenly became aware of our presence and shouted to Twilight, but it was too late. The two soldiers I commanded grabbed the bookhorse tightly, with one of their heavy hands wrapped around her horn. Thanks to their thick hide, she was unable to defend herself with magic.

 

I saw the little dragon run away pretty quickly, as we dragged the princess back towards the anchor. She was putting up a bit of a fight, so I slammed my hand onto the back of her head, but not so hard that she would develop amnesia. No, no, that would be...inconvenient. Thankfully, this knocked her out so she wouldn't slip out of the soldiers' hands.

 

Grubber pulled us all back onto the ship, and once we were all safely onboard, I dismissed my soldiers. Now that the fourth princess was in my hands, I no longer had need of them...or anyone here. I carried her down to the 'display' prison area of the ship, where a single cage dangled over a glowing-red substance that wasn't pleasant to touch, but gave an evil glow to the room.

 

A good few minutes after we were on our way to Canterlot, so I could show the Storm King what for, I found myself staring at the princess. Her skin, it was luminous, like she got it cared for literally every day by someone. I looked at my own battered, scarred skin in disappointment.

 

She had a full, proud horn, and I didn't. Her blouse didn't exactly allow me to see how toned she was, but I bet she was soft, and nice, and everyone LIKED her. This soft, disgustingly adorable weakling got all that she deserved. Not EVERYONE can have someone be nice to them.

 

Eventually, Twilight awoke. It didn't take long for her to realize she was trapped, and that the cage was anti-magic. "Wha...where...? Tempest? Why are you doing this? You're a pony...just like me!!" she shouted. I kicked her cage with my black boot, forcing it to swing back and forth.

 

"I'm NOTHING like you. I'm more than you'll EVER be..." I said, harshly. My horn crackled threateningly, and I was about to sing a rather dark, yet epic song. But I hesitated to sing my feelings, because I noticed something...odd about this one. Her eyes kept glancing down at my lower body for some reason. I grabbed onto the dangling cage, forcing it to be still, and I demanded her attention.

 

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, TWILIGHT SPARKLE." I shouted fiercely. She recoiled, her eyes looking straight into my scarred, aquamarine ones. Her face was slightly reddish, but even with my intimidation, she didn't look like she could stop herself from glancing downwards every now and then.

 

"Why do you keep on looking downwards, weakling?" I inquired, "I know you should be ashamed, but I can tell that you see something on my lower body. Tell me, or I'll show you what REAL shame is."

 

My little captive pony shook her head, and forced herself to focus on my face. It was too late for her to go back, though. "Very well, then, whelp, I'm going to make you WORSHIP me, and I'm going to show you exactly where you're going to do it."

 

"W...worship?" Twilight stuttered out, her face turning even more red, and I could see her legs tighten just a little. Now it was MY turn to be confused. I wasn't exactly oblivious to the signals of someone being turned on, and she was starting to show it, ever so slightly. I shook away those intrusive thoughts of someone actually being aroused by ME of all ponies, and decided to go through with my threats.

 

Where do low-life, hated ponies worship their betters? At their feet, of course.

 

I ripped off my black metal boots, my terrifyingly-strong hands (if i do say so myself) crumpling the tops of the boots slightly. Twilight watched me curiously, unsure as to why I was doing this, but I could tell something about it was causing an awakening in her nethers...an unwilling one at that.

 

I scowled at my caged prisoner, sitting down and crossing my legs in front of her, making sure Twilight could see what she was going to have to deal with. Just to be sure I had the adorable bookish captive's attention, I scrunched my tantalizing toes twice. Upon seeing that I had a captive audience (literally) in the form of Twilight's violet eyes, I chuckled to myself.

 

What Twilight observed at the end of my legs must have been...enticing to her. I couldn't believe it. Someone was actually desiring me, and it made me feel beautiful. I hadn't felt this way in ages. Gaining more confidence in myself, I showed off the more prominent areas of my feet.

 

A slight scar was present on the top of my left foot. I...had to kick a timberwolf right upside the wooden skull. Besides the scar, I knew that Twilight could see that these soles were battle-hardened, and as firm as her belief that her friends would come to her rescue. Heh. After the little skirmish that she caused among them, would those weak-willed ponies even think of her again?

 

Regardless of whether they were still friends, I had to rub my left foot over my right, displaying the finer details of my peds, to force her to forget about them. My two maroon feet were not very smooth, due to their heavy usage in combat. Ridges and a few small callouses adorned the curvy, toned soles, but other than that, both my feet were slim, sexy, and quite appealing to the eye. (I've had a few coltfriends who tried to touch them without permission.)

 

"I expect COMPLETE and TOTAL surrender at my feet!" I said, grinning maliciously. I lay on the metal grating, on my side, so that my backside and my feet were in full view of the captive princess. The side of my left foot was resting on the ground, my right foot pressed closely behind, and pointing downwards.

 

And then, shockingly, Twilight managed to tear her eyes away from the curvy, powerful feet in front of her. I was a bit offended, but I knew that wouldn't last for long.

 

I laughed evilly. "You'll be my obedient little minion...your friends aren't coming to save you, so you might as well do what I say if you want to live," I said, throwing off my gauntlets. My slim hands underneath grabbed onto the thick, anti-magic bars of the dangling cage, and I pulled them apart with all my might, allowing Twilight room to leave. After the 'princess' (though I spit as I utter that title) stepped out of the cage, I piped up before she got any ideas.

 

"Oh, and 'little princess', if you even think of running away from your new mistress...well, you won't even get to lay a FINGER on my feet..." I chuckled. Twilight bit her lip and tried to ignore what I just said. It was so cute when she tried to act tough and resilient.

 

I knew EXACTLY how to get into Twilight Sparkle's head. If the last few minutes were any indication, a good set of feet were her weakness...especially ones that were a stark contrast to hers, like MINE, for example.

 

As I led Twilight deeper down into the ship, the clanking of my remaining armor and the sound of my feet stepping across metal more than obvious to her ears, I could tell she was ashamed of herself. She'd yelled at her friends, when Twilight was the one who used them as a distraction, to get a stupid, worthless little pearl. And now, she was captured by the enemy, who had...plans in mind for her. Not only that, but that enemy (myself) had coerced her into obedience, using my strong, sexy feet.

 

Twilight's horn lit up to see where exactly she was going, as it was pitch black at the bottom of the ship. Even the red glow from below her cage was absent. I didn't like that, however, and extinguished her horn with two fingers.

 

"NO MAGIC," I yelled, shoving the poor bookhorse forward and forcing her to stumble. It took a few more minutes of wandering in complete darkness, but I knew exactly where I was going. I was taking her to the brig.

 

I grabbed my captive's soft little behind, and then pushed her through a doorway. I followed her inside, and locked the door behind us both. When I turned on a light, Twilight had a horrified look on her face.

 

She was locked in a cell I had the army build, specifically for holding prisoners I take a liking to. There was quite a bit of...equipment inside, that the Storm King granted me, because it helped seal our deal. A set of stocks on the ground near a short length of chain and handcuffs, a single chair in the corner of the cell, and a treasure chest that contained objects that I couldn't bear to think about, not without intrusive thoughts about me USING them on Twilight...

 

My broken horn crackled with energy, and I forced the purple bookworm onto her knees. She didn't try to resist, or fight back, or anything, because I lifted my foot and pinched her muzzle between my toes. I giggled, this pony was all mine now. The Storm King could go jump off a cliff, for all I cared. He wasn't going to restore my horn anyway.

 

I promptly began stripping the helpless pony. First thing that HAD to go was her blouse. It was loose, light blue, and didn't hug any of her curves or show off her form. Twilight looked up at my vivid green eyes in fear of what I'd do to her if she didn't let me do what I wanted, and a whine escaped her as I tore her blouse off.

 

"Perfect," I said gleefully, kneeling behind my topless captive. My fingers next dug their way under the sides of her skirt, adorned with a six-pointed star and many others around the main star. As they began to pull it apart, she quickly wriggled away and spoke up.

 

"Please..." she said, looking back at me with tears in her eyes, "not that...anything bu-" I then cut her off.

 

"Hmmm, resistance? I suppose I'll just leave you here forever...you're going to be mine for as long as I want, and yet you're fighting the inevitable? And by doing that...you won't get even a single touch of my feet...my oh so perfect feet. Is that what you want?" I asked, knowing full well the answer. For added assurance, of a 'yes', I slowly began to walk away from her, making sure to pick my feet up high with each step. When she got a full view of each sole, I looked back at her expectantly.

 

She obviously shook her head.

 

"Good...now LET ME KEEP WORKING," I growled, and the cowardly little princess moved her hands behind her back, so I could continue. I tore her little skirt in two, to find a set of very smooth, sexy thighs underneath. Her panties didn't last the process either, and tore off with her skirt, so I got a front-row seat view of her bare behind and her lady parts.

 

But I wasn't here for either of those things. I wanted to make her suffer, for her fetish to be used against her. I quickly closed the padded stocks her ankles were in, locking them up, and closing the cuffs on the end of the chain on her wrists. Now, she was in a more...respectful position. Kneeling down, hands behind her back. It was time to reveal her biggest weakness (besides my own pair of feet).

 

I flung off her purple sneakers, revealing a set of fluffy magenta socks with purple hearts on them. I could see the curves of her foot underneath, and took my time peeling her socks off, one at a time. As soon as each one came off, her toes scrunched, and I was greeted with quite a hot sight.

 

Her feet were almost the polar opposite of my own. I knelt down and began my inspection of them. At my very first touch, one of them instinctively wiggled its way in front of the other, to shield the sole from any unwelcome sensations. No matter, I just decided to feel the unprotected one for now.

 

I held the undefended foot in my strong, greedy hand, and rubbed my thumb over the arch in circles. Her sole was soft, squeezable, and very easy on the eyes. My other palm ran up and down her sole, causing her lovely, smallish toes to scrunch. Unlike my tough, unyielding, and battered feet, hers were well cared for, pampered, and loved their entire life.

 

I'm ashamed to admit it, but it made me resent her even more, as I was jealous and angry at not having her type of feet, or her good looks, myself. But then again, now that I had them in my grasp...I could do anything I wanted to them...to her.

 

I snapped myself out of such thoughts. I was here to manipulate and to torment her, not to worship her feet. So I took the chair from the corner of the cell, and sat myself down. As soon as Twilight looked up at me, tears in her eyes and her face beet-red, I shoved my firm, war-weary foot into her face.

 

"MMPH!!" Twilight cried out in pain. As little as I cared if she was hurt, I couldn't injure her enough to take away her ability to bow down and worship. So I eased my right sole's pressure on her face, and my angry, spiteful face let her know exactly what to do.

 

I then felt a slimy, warm object start to run across my upper right sole. Twilight was actually worshipping my foot...it felt really strange, but I was beginning to like it. I pushed my powerful foot further onto her face, dragging it up and down in rhythm with her tongue's movements. A soft moan escaped my lips, but I quickly bit my lower one. Why was I showing any sort of weakness?

 

Quickly, I pressed both of my soles to the sides of Twilight's head in an attempt to cover her ears, my curved arches fitting the shape of it quite nicely between them. But not quite curved enough to prevent her from hearing anything. She didn't seem to hear anything, however, and she looked...cute, with my feet wrapped around her head.

 

"Awww, is the little friendless princess liking this? Does she wanna kiss and love her new mistress's feet?" I teased, using my left foot to pinch her horn between two of my toes. Princess Twilight's mouth hung open, and she let out an adorable, long moan of pleasure. I chuckled at her, her love for my soles overriding any desire to resist. I moved both my tough, agile feet in circles around her red-tinted cheeks.

 

I pressed both of my soles over her face this time, and I could feel her cheeks warming up against them. I made sure to put a lot of pressure on her face as I dragged my strong, flexible feet over it. She seemed to enjoy this, and vigorously lapped at the area between the arches with her tongue.

 

I sighed as I felt her tongue slip and slide in between each space of my toes. Thankfully, I wasn't too sensitive or ticklish there, so I could enjoy the full feeling of them being licked and made out with. I curled my toes repeatedly as she swirled her tongue around each individual digit.

 

I could feel Twilight's face rub up and down between my feet, as she started to get more eager with her worshiping. Her nose dragged upwards between my arches, and she looked into my eyes the whole time she did it. I locked my eyes with hers, quite eagerly myself. Each of my toes was then given a long, passionate kiss.

 

I bit my lip and groaned softly, each of my digits tapping against her lips when she smooched them. She then moved her head downwards once again, her face obscured by my slim, powerful feet. I then felt a very heated, sloppy kiss from her, directly onto the ball of my right foot, and she repeated the process with the left, moaning like she was being rutted by one of her 'friends'.

 

"That's right, you pathetic little pony princess...that's the way to treat your new mistress..." I said, nodding in approval at her treatment. I placed my hand in my lap, as she kissed further down my right sole, onto my arch. Twilight began use her tongue like Prench ponies do when they kiss. I must admit, it was quite a new, but not unwelcome, sensation for me. To have someone so in love with my feet...

 

The pleasantly warm sensation of her tongue rubbing up against my attention-craving soles was beginning to do something to me. My nethers began to feel wet, and I couldn't ignore the fact that I was enjoying being able to dominate someone, to command them to do anything I said. So I stripped off my remaining armor, and exposed the black, skin-tight suit underneath.

 

I pulled my now-slick feet off of my prisoner's face, allowing her to feast her eyes on my tall, curvy body, my ample breasts, and, of course, my feet. They say the pupil expands as much as forty-five percent when exposed to something appealing. I think Twilight's irises were completely eclipsed by her pupils instead.

 

She then shut them tight. Clearly she had found a moment of strength...she didn't want to gaze upon Tempest Shadow's beautiful soles? It looked like I'd have to make her...

 

"Come now, little one...open up your eyes," I teased, rubbing my right big toe in circles, tracing along the outline of her soft lips, "see the world from where I stand..."

 

Twilight began to struggle for the first time in her bindings, desperately trying to free her wrists from behind her back. I planted both feet on her supple, soft breasts, carefully gripping the nipples between my toes.

 

"Me among the mighty...you caged at my command..." I finished. I smiled to myself, I had to admit that would have made a nice song. But I didn't let my poetic prowess distract me from breaking the princess down. I pressed one foot between her legs, and the other against her left cheek.

 

Twilight's eyes popped open. She was unable to help herself, she opened up her mouth widely and greedily took all five of those toes in, nibbling on them and sucking on them with vigour. I grinned widely, she was so easy to break down.

 

But I still had needs to attend to. I wanted to show Twilight how she deserves to be treated, more so than I have already. I yanked my toes out of her mouth, causing her to whine softly at the loss of the taste of my slim, sexy foot. I ignored her protests, and stormed my way over behind her.

 

"Wait wait wait, what did I do wrong?!" Twilight pleaded, but I didn't care what she said. I grabbed one of her restrained feet, sitting down and running my nails up and down, from heel to toe. Twilight's face scrunched up, and was starting to turn red. I could tell she was holding back her laughter. No pony in the world's feet would quiver and twitch this much, and not be ticklish.

 

I had to kick it up a notch in order to get her to laugh. Twilight's toes scrunched to lessen the tickling, but there was very little room for her feet to move, due to the tops of her feet resting on the floor. My horn crackled with energy, and her other foot was surrounded by a blue aura while I rapidly scratched at the foot I held.

 

Twilight burst into loud fits of laughter. Now that the dam burst, there was no holding back that cute little laugh. I laughed along with her, but with pure joy instead of panic. I was showing these soft, loved feet the true meaning of torture. It was Twilight's bad luck for having such perfect feet. This was bound to happen anyway.

 

Twilight's wings flapped in desperation, and her feet were rubbing over one another to try to shield one at a time from my dastardly fingers. It was no use, however, because each time one of her slick, blushing feet tried to protect the other, I would tickle it out of the way.

 

Her thrashing was getting tiresome, as sexy as it was. I let up on the tickling for a moment, allowing her to catch her breath. While she was busy trying to pull her wrists out of the cuffs, I was busy forcing her feet to bend so that the toes were flat on the floor, and her soles were unable to move at all.

 

Before she realized what had happened, I immediately drove my fingers into both of her exposed soles this time. It was much more fun to touch them, to feel them, and to torment them myself. Now that Twilight's feet could no longer move, she was screaming and laughing, begging me to stop. But I didn't stop, I was having too much fun.

 

"Hmph. The way I see it, Twiley, you're getting what you deserve," I said, nonchalantly. I decided to get a toy from the nearby chest, just to make her torture that much worse. With one hand keeping her feet occupied, I managed to reach over to the chest and grab out a fork. I promptly got to using this on her, not caring enough to give her a warning.

 

As the points of the fork dug into her smooth, ticklish arches, she choked and sputtered out an apology for any sort of wrongdoing. I ignored the apology, and simply used the fork to continue scratching deeply into her soles, now very slick with a coat of sweat. Her giggling quickly resumed as I grabbed a second fork, attending to her other sole's needs. With no way of escape or protection from my ticklish torture, they sat there, completely still, practically BEGGING to be tickled. And continue to tickle them I did.

 

This continued on for more than an hour. Every so often, I would verbally tease her, by whispering in her ear, just to make it that much worse for her. After I finally decided to give the poor little princess a break, I stood up, and looked over my work.

 

Two feet, sweating profusely, with long red tracks all over the soles, and the original blush from the stimulation itself remained. Her mane was drenched with sweat, her reddened face wet with tears, and she was still completely locked up. I grinned widely at my work, but then my lady parts cried out to me. I'd forgotten all about my unbearable urges in the heat of the torment, and they needed to be taken care of now.

 

I unlocked the stocks that were holding Twilight's feet prisoner, and freed the poor princess's arms from the chain, and I grabbed one of her peds greedily. I tore open the area of my skin-tight suit covering between my legs, and I began to rub my clit all over Twilight's smooth, tired sole. She barely even moved, she was simply too weak from the torture she just endured.

 

It didn't take long at all before I came, and I did so hard. I grabbed her other foot and brought them side by side, so I was able to soak them both in my juices. The most I saw her move during my orgasm is when I saw her adorable toes twitch.

 

When I finally finished up, I noticed that the little princess was weakly fingering herself, and she was absolutely soaking wet from her treatment earlier. I snapped to attention and yanked her hand away, preventing her from achieving her desperately-needed orgasm.

 

"Nuh...nononono...please...Tempest..." she begged me. I charged up my horn quickly to intimidate my prisoner.

 

"MISTRESS, YOU MEAN."

 

"M-mistress...need...to cum..." she finished, panting hard and trying to use her other hand to get herself off. I was too quick, however, and grabbed her wrist tightly. I motioned for her to stand up, which she did rather weakly.

 

"Prisoners don't get to cum, unless they do favors for me..." I said, pulling her along and unlocking her cell. The nude, captive princess looked confused, but I forced her to follow along. On our way up to the main deck of the ship, I had to constantly smack her hand out of the way of her slit.

 

We then reached my captain's quarters, and I shoved Twilight inside with me, locking the door tight. I then threw myself onto my heart-shaped bed, slipping out of my black skin-tight suit.

 

"Sit here," I commanded the princess, after allowing her to gaze upon my nude form for a few seconds. She quickly and obediently sat at the end of the bed, and I wiggled my toes enticingly for her.

 

"I'm totally exhausted after tickling you for so long...I want a massage, prisoner..." I growled, but Twilight didn't seem too fazed. She quickly grabbed onto my left foot, rubbing her small thumbs into the exact center of it. I laid back onto my large pillow, sighing softly as I felt Twilight tend to my needy sole. I opened up my scarred eye to make sure she wasn't trying anything to orgasm, and surprisingly, she was mostly focused on how best to rub my foot.

 

I then decided to slowly give her what she needed, the better she massaged me. I placed my other foot in her lap, very slowly, deliberately, dragging the side of it back and forth through her slit. She clenched her teeth and groaned softly in bliss, as her hands worked their way up to my toes. Her fingers softly wrapped around them and pulled them back and forth, and I worked with my other foot to ensure an impending, yet slow, orgasm for her.

 

Twilight leaned down and opened up her mouth widely, enveloping my toes tightly with her lips, and darted her tongue between each of my toes. I jolted just a bit in surprise, and dug my toes deep between Twilight's legs, causing her to grunt, curling her toes and tensing up.

 

As her fingers locked with my toes, her other hand squeezing the life out of my arch, I dragged my big toe across her clit, sending the captive princess over the edge. She screamed in unrivalled bliss, thrusting into my foot as she soaked it in her juices. Her powerful orgasm rocked her body to the core, and she instinctively grabbed onto the foot on her lady parts to ride it out.

 

When she was finally finished, I pulled my feer out of her grip, allowing her to bask in the afterglow. I snickered a bit, I could tell very clearly that she wasn't all there.

 

I waited a few minutes for her to calm down, and said, "Since you did such a good job, little princess, I'm going to let you sleep with me, your mistress, tonight. But don't expect such good treatment all the time."

 

Twilight gasped, nodding slowly, and crawled her way over to me. I lifted up the blankets to allow her under, and pulled her unfairly sexy little body towards me. I made sure to press up my breasts against hers, and locked her toes with mine. I REALLY wasn't about to let the Storm King have this one. Twilight was mine and mine alone.

 

-End