Toe Pony Left Behind (2018 Starlight x Twilight comm, foot fetish)

 

Sunburst and I were the closest of friends that ponies could be. We played all of his nerdy board games, we studied the most advanced forms of magic together, WE EVEN ANTIQUE-SHOPPED TOGETHER. HOW COULD HE LEAVE ME AFTER THAT?

 

Ok, maybe that wasn't the most...friendly thing we did together.

 

In truth, I was angry he left me alone with my overbearing dad, even after...well...after I let him...indulge in my feet when I was just a filly and he was a colt. He found something fascinating about them, something attractive. So I endured a lot of tasting of my soles, lots of delicate experiments performed on them to make them...better. As smooth and as healthy as could be.

 

"After all I let him do to me..." I grumbled, but lifted one of my soles up onto my leg. I ran one of my fingers on its surface, and I had to force a smile down at the feeling. His work on them hadn't faded with my age...and neither had my love for my feet being touched. They say you develop fetishes at a very young age, and I certainly have seen the effects. All that foot stuff we did as kids...I could never truly forget it.

 

While Sunburst's feet were ticklish, sensitive, and well cared for (but for some reason, their color didn't match the rest of his body), and I loved to play with them as he did with mine, there was something missing about them to me. When I began to notice the beauty of the pony's foot all around me, I was especially enticed by the female foot. The soft, gentle curve of the arch. The smaller, more slender toes. And of course, the heightened sensitivity.

 

None of this is to say I don't like to have fun with the stallions' feet around the village, under the guise that this was necessary to remove their cutie mark. I enjoyed tickling and exploring all of my villagers' soles to my heart's content, but it's been years since they all arrived, and all of them act as one. I was craving something new, something different. Fresh meat, you might say.

 

I tore myself away from those thoughts, they were starting to get me riled up again. I was starting to run out of excuses to indulge myself in my villagers' feet, and to keep up the ruse, I needed to control myself and keep from doing it too much. So I decided to slip my foot back into my black and purple boot, and looked out my window.

 

Our Town was as quiet and as peaceful as usual. No one was fighting, no one was superior, no one was shaking in fear. I grinned and twirled a thick wooden stick in my nimble fingers, which I called the Staff of Sameness. The ponies of the village thought this was an artefact of the Old Pillar of Healing, Mage Meadowbrook. They, however, didn't study their history. Meadowbrook only had eight artefacts, not nine. This was only a stupid stick.

 

Where did the magic to strip cutie marks come from? Why, from my own ridiculous skill, of course. My skills of the arcane, and my masterful tickle torture. I didn't exactly excel in magic, until Sunburst left me behind, compelling me to surpass him.

 

I crossed my legs and stretched my thin, but lovable little body to its limits, and pulled my jeans down a little bit, to check on my 'Cutie Mark'. It had been rubbed off slightly, so I pressed an equal-sign stencil over the side of my behind, and applied makeup to cover my real cutie mark.

 

I then heard a knock on the door to my grayish-brown stone cottage, and I redressed myself, getting up off my bed and going to greet whoever sought to bug me with their ridiculous problems.

 

"Oh, Double Diamond, what's going on? Complaints about Sugar Belle's baking again?" I asked, leaning on the doorframe.

 

"No, no, far from it, Miss Glimmer. We have a new visitor!" he shouted with glee, and stepped aside. My eyes widened like dinner plates for less than a second, and I marveled at what I saw.

 

In Double Diamond's place was a female purple pony. She looked like a unicorn at first (and quite an adorable one at that...sucks to suck, Sugar Belle), but this one had wings. She was an actual alicorn princess. I'll be honest, I was dumbfounded, and didn't know what exactly to do about the beauty in front of me.

 

But I composed myself eventually, chirping, "Welcome to Our Town, where we are all equal! You might have noticed the lack of Cutie Mark diversity here. That's because, in Our Town, we don't think we're better than one another."

 

Her voice was angelic, and rather adorkable. "Umm, hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle. I was sent here to solve a friendship problem...? I think?" she said, completely unsure of herself, and looking around awkwardly. I gave her my friendliest and most welcoming smile. I didn't want her getting too creeped out and walking away. Celestia knows when next an opportunity like this will fall into my hands.

 

"A friendship problem? No, no...not a single smile has faded since we established this place...but since you came all this way, what say I show you around town personally?" I asked, giving her a warm and welcoming handshake. Sweet Celestia, they were perfect.

 

In response to that, Twilight nodded politely. "I'd love a tour from you...if there's nothing wrong here, I may as well explore..." she said, shrugging. I stepped out of my cottage, and took her hand eagerly, and began to show her around our tiny little village, what few amenities we had. I showed her the awful bakery, the less-than-fashionable clothes shop, and introduced her to every single pony in the village. When I was done with the 'showing around' bit, I decided to end the tour with a spectacular musical number. In Our Town, no pony is left behind.

 

Twilight Sparkle looked even more confused at our extravagant song. "How is it that you can all have the same Cutie Mark? I mean, friendship is all about..."

 

I sort of tuned her out at this point. She was giving a lecture on what friendship should be, how our differences define us, et cetera et cetera, blah blah blah...but I was too distracted by my own planning. I had to keep this pony in my grasp somehow.

 

"Umm, yeah, ponies came here because they were different and wanted to be the same..." I mumbled out when I heard her stop talking. It was hard to look away from her ugly boots, and to not wonder what sort of ticklish peds they were hiding.

 

I decided to take her to my house, now that the tour was over, and the day was getting late. "Here," I said, pulling her towards the end of the village, "why don't you stay with me tonight? It's a long way back to Ponyville..."

 

Twilight nodded politely, putting on her best smile, but I could tell it was an act. She wanted to leave, and I couldn't allow that. I needed to keep her here...do things to her...break her down, so she would begin to enjoy her torment...and I had just the potion that was needed for me to do that.

 

I led her to my small dining room, and sat her down at the table. "Perhaps you'd like something to eat before you go?" I asked, and in response, her stomach growled. She giggled awkwardly, saying, "I...guess that'd be nice, I didn't realize how hungry I was..."

 

I excitedly rushed into the kitchen, out of sight of the pony princess. Without hesitation, I began to cook up a meal for her, with the finest ingredients Our Town had to offer. Not that Our Town had a lot of good ingredients anyway...but I still managed to whip up a bit of cabbage soup.

 

"What's that smell? Whatever you're cooking smells really nice!" I heard her shout from the dining room. I had to hurry, before she decided to walk in here, and quickly grabbed out the final ingredient from a hidden cabinet below the sink: a potion that renders the user unconscious for hours.

 

"It's cabbage soup, it's almost ready! Just give me one minute!" I called out in a singsong voice, struggling to hide my excitement as I placed a few drops of the clear liquid into the broth. I stirred it up a bit, and then brought Twilight a bowl.

 

I placed the bowl of tasty soup on the table in front of Twilight, and then stood behind her, so she could eat. She dove in and gobbled it up with great gusto, perhaps not very fitting for a princess like her. I grinned, pressing my breasts against the back of her neck, and laying my head on top of hers.

 

Twilight looked up at me shyly, blushing, and clearly uncomfortable. "Can I...help you?" she inquired. My arms crossed in front of her, resting atop her extremely soft set of breasts.

 

"Oh, no, I was just wondering how you liked it..." I murmured into her ear.

 

She scooted away from me, sadly, and continued to eat until the soup was all gone. I could tell that she wanted to get up, but she was starting to sweat, and was rubbing her forehead quite a bit.

 

"What...why do I suddenly...feel...oh no..." The light of realization shone in her violet eyes, but it was far too late. Twilight immediately stood herself up, but didn't lst more than a few steps until she collapsed again. I took it upon myself to catch her before she got seriously injured, though.

 

My horn lit up with aquamarine energy, and I carried Princess Twilight Sparkle's unconscious body out of the town, looking around first to make sure no one was watching. When I determined the coast was clear, I ran with her body all the way up a large hill, and into a cave.

 

Gasping for breath, I gently laid her delicate body down, right in front of the Cutie Mark Vault. The glow of the magic within the vault lit up her cute face in ways that got me all hot and heavy, as I thought about what would happen next.

 

I had plenty of time before Twilight would wake, but I didn't want to take any chances with her. Using my powerful magic, I dragged the large boulder near the cave in front of the entrance, so it would be much harder for her to escape me, if I gave her too small of a dose. I then took Twilight to a room connected to the vault, where I would have my fun with all of my townsfolk...

 

In the center of this dimly lit room sat a complicated restraining contraption. It had a pair of stocks low to the ground, and it had 3 padded holes, one big enough for a neck to reside in. There was also a comfortable padding on the ground, so no one's belly or breasts would be scraping along the dirt. Several belts lined the ground pad, as to keep the victim from thrashing at all. Finally, there was a pair of stocks that was parallel to the ground, with two padded holes to house ankles in and five rings to fit ties in, so the soles would be pointing upwards, completely still and defenceless.

 

I was not as strong physically as I was magically, but I grabbed Twilight and carried her over to the padding myself, and laid her down so I could strip her bare.

 

I couldn't wait. Her boots had to come off first. They were simply too concealing for me to like...They were black, leather, knee high, and mostly covered in purple stitching, except for below the ankle. I pulled both of her rather ugly boots off, only to reveal her feet had an extra layer of protection. Her magenta socks were keeping me from my prizes, and I had to change it.

 

Quickly and eagerly, I yanked off both of her loose, but quite soft, socks. What I saw under all that awful footwear was nothing short of a miracle....

 

Everything about Twilight's feet was perfectly proportioned. They were completely blemish-free, as if they were never used in her life. The toes were slender and flexible-looking, without being too thin or thick. As if flexibility would help her now...

 

I ran my hands up and down her soles for an excessive amount of time, truly and thoroughly getting a feel for them. They were completely and utterly flawless, and they were smoother than the rest of the skin I felt today. But although I wanted nothing more than to just sensually feel up her sweet soles, I still had to make sure she couldn't get away.

 

After that needlessly long foot-feeling session, I decided to unbutton her puffy blue top, and stripped off the cute little schoolgirl bowtie. I smiled to myself, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her breasts were on full display.

 

I gave each one of them an overly-long kiss and squeeze, and then got to work on removing her short purple skirt, adorned with...

 

How convenient. As soon as I pulled down her skirt, I saw that the design on the outside matched her cutie mark on the side of her butt. A large magenta star, surrounded by five smaller white stars. I giggled, finding her choice of clothing (except her footwear) truly adorable.

 

After getting rid of those useless panties blocking her ladyhood, I placed her on her belly and quickly began strapping her into the restraining device. The stocks closed around her neck and her slender hands, the belts wrapped around her torso and her magestic wings, holding them closed, but not too tightly, so my fingers could dig into her sides.

 

Finally, her feet were firmly locked into the stocks, and I made sure her toes could barely twitch, closing the tiny rings around them.

 

"It's time to remove that cutie mark of yours, Twilight Sparkle..." I chuckled, to nobody in particular. I reveled in the sight of my captured prey, the single hottest sight I'd ever seen in my entire life.

 

Two beautiful purple soles, locked in a set of padded stocks, as so not to harm her delicate skin. The toes were locked back very tightly, restraining her feet to their limits. The toe rings really defined how curvy, how silky her feet were.

 

There was a set of lovely legs, running upwards to a supple, squeezable behind. Her bare, exposed torso had a large set of wings, which I made sure were kept closed and still, and a set of modest, but squishy breasts. And, of course, her hands and her head were also locked up, so she could enjoy my soles as much as I enjoyed hers.

 

"Oh...almost forgot..." I chastised myself. How could I forget this one important item? She would have been able to escape easily without it...I quickly slipped the magic-sapping ring I carried with me, onto her horn. Now, this pretty princess was truly all mine.

 

At that moment, I noticed Twilight's eyes flutter open. "Hunh...?" she groaned, attempting to get up. Instantly, she realized where she was, horror all too apprent in her eyes. She realized that she was completely naked, and her body was completely helpless before me.

 

"Starlight...what did you do to me...let me out of here..." she begged, "l-let's just be friends, I can help you with whatever friendship problem you have..."

 

I smiled coyly at her, pulling over a comfortable chair from the corner of the room. "Twilight, Twilight, Twilight. If I want to keep this village growing stronger and stronger, I have to show that even PRINCESSES know that equality is the best way to live..."

 

She strained herself to look up at me, past my boots. "But they'll know you did this to me...that, for some odd reason, you stripped me down, and had me locked up...Starlight, what's going on? Tell me the truth..." Twilight urged me.

 

I had resist telling her why this was REALLY happening. So I took off my boots, exposing the light lavender feet inside, the feet which were so graciously cared for by Sunburst. I then pinched her horn between two of my toes, causing her to cringe at the sensation.

 

"This, Twilight, is the beginning of the process of removing your sign of superiority, I. E., your Cutie Mark. You're going to work that royal tongue of yours ALL around my soles..." I murmured, holding her precious cheeks between my feet.

 

"That's RIDICULOUS! Why would I give up my Cutie Mark, and more importantly..." she jerked her head to the side, to try to escape the feeling of my feet, "why would I lick your feet?!"

 

I gave her a knowing smile. "Because, Princess Twilight, if you DON'T go through this process, I'll tickle you silly until you do..."

 

"But I...well..." Twilight's face turned red as I dragged my toes along her horn, interrupting her stammering. "Just accept it, Twiley, it gets the process over with faster!"

 

I was quite obviously lying. I was going to keep her like this for as long as I pleased. But Twilight nodded, clenching her fists in anger, knowing she had no other choice.

 

"Good, now why don't we get started..." I said. I started playing with her rather slowly, circling my right big toe around her kissable lips. Her lips were sealed, however...A glare from me quickly changed Twilight's attitude from shyly defiant, to fearful and obedient.

 

Twilight then left her mouth hanging open, allowing my right set of toes to enter their new home, warm and welcoming. Her mouth felt so nice on my toes, so affectionate, even though I knew she had no desire to do this.

 

I didn't just want to house my needy toes in her mouth, though. I wanted her to actively partake in my worship. "Don't forget to use your tongue, Princess, or you know what will happen..." I growled, and she reluctantly complied. I then felt something warm and wet slither between all of my toe spaces, and it felt glorious.

 

Her teeth clamped down gently on my toes to hold them still, and her tongue lapped at the undersides of my toes furiously. I was glad that they were so well cared for, or else I couldn't coerce her into doing this for me.

 

I took my toes out of her warm, inviting mouth, and while her tongue was hanging out, I dragged my curvy lavender arch up and down her face. I saw her flinch, but she seemed to know what to do.

 

She closed her eyes tightly, running her tongue up my sole when I moved it downwards on her face, and running it down when my sexy sole glided upwards. Gradually, I moved my right foot left, and then right along her face, so that every area was covered in her royal saliva.

 

Next, I steadily put more and more pressure on her face with my left sole. I didn't exactly want to kick her head back into the stocks and knock her out...again.

 

Twilight sighed dejectedly, and began the routine with her tongue, tending to my scrunching toes at first. Each toe was given an overly generous five minutes of slicking up. She managed to hit just the right time for each toe, and it was getting me...well...warm, between my legs. I probably should have come up with an excuse to lose my clothing, too.

 

No matter. After a good ten minutes of her tongue exploring my left sole, from the heel all the way to the ball of the foot, I pulled it away from her face, allowing her to see my smug smile, and the slight redness in my cheeks.

 

"Th...there..." Twilight panted, straining her body, and clearly trying to escape her bonds, "I...did that, now, can I go...? Please?" I grabbed onto both sides of her head with my curled feet in response, sliding my soles up and down. She looked absolutely adorable like that.

 

"You didn't REALLY think that half an hour of worship would be enough to remove a Cutie Mark, did you?" I chuckled, pressing the ball of my foot against her lips. "Now kiss it, show my foot how much you love it."

 

She grumbled, and I didn't like to see her annoyed or angry. So i lit up my horn, grabbing a feather from her own wing, and began to swipe it up and down her heavily-restrained right foot.

 

This immediately caused her to stifle a giggle, and forced her to desperately kiss my foot all around. "O-ok ok ok!! Sorry, please stahahap!!" she giggled. I shook my head, enjoying the feeling of her lips against my beautiful sole.

 

"No can do, Princess Twilight. You need to join our village, and I'm going to force a big, HAPPY smile from you..." I told her, standing back up reluctantly. But I'd enjoyed the attention to my soles long enough, it was time for HER feet to get some attention.

 

"W-wait, what are you doing? Where are you going?" she asked, trying to look behind her. She started trying to move around again, to try to escape. I watched all of this from behind, but her feet were not able to move even the tiniest bit due to the toe restraints. I laid my hands on the taut soles, and saw her jolt in fear.

 

"B-but you said you'd tickle me only if I didn't worship you!!" Twilight shouted.

 

"Yeah, about that, Twiley...that was a little white lie. But I'm sure you'll want this more in the future...I'll make SURE you want this more," I said, raking my torturous fingers down from the heels to the toes.

 

This immediately caused Twilight to chortle, her feet simply unable to defend themselves against the onslaught of my fingers. I grinned from ear to ear, and my face was bright red. This was really happening. I captured and got to tickle an alicorn princess...for as long as I wanted.

 

Not wanting to lose the pace I was going at because of my fantasies coming true, I began to get aggressive. I scribbled my fingernails rapidly across her right sole, and firmly, yet at a snail's pace, raked my fingers up and down her left.

 

This awful mixture of tickling made sure to attack her most sensitive spots as well as her entire sole, giving her two ridiculously torturous sensations to deal with. She screamed, and then broke down into unending fits of laughter. I would have feared that someone could hear her from outside, but I was glad I used a soundproof spell.

 

Despite the toe restraints being more than enough to keep this princess's feet still, I opted to hold the back of one while I attacked it, just to feel more like I was in control. But I didn't want to leave her other foot unattended, so I plucked two more feathers from her majestic purple wings, and used my magic to drag all three feathers I owned in circles around the foot I wasn't holding.

 

"STAHAHAHAP PLEASEEEE!!!!" Twilight screamed, tears falling from her eyes. But I didn't show a single bit of mercy to either of her feet, which were now blushing a deep red from their stimulation. I held one of her feet with both my hands, tightly and greedily, and dragged my tongue along the sole, from heel all the way to toe.

 

"WHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOING?!" my captured victim squealed, but I barely heard her. I was too into the taste of her feet to care. She was trying her hardest to break those pesky bindings of hers, but they allowed almost no leeway for movement.

 

When I discovered she was laughing silently, I took the feathers off her sweaty sole, and let go of her other abused foot, which also had a thin coat of saliva from its tongue bath. For a few minutes, I allowed the princess to catch her breath, and each second seemed to last an eternity. It felt wrong for Twilight to exist without being tickled like mad.

 

It was time to attend to other areas of her body. When I felt that she was breathing normally again, I decided to kneel down by her side, and dig my fingers under her wings. I scratched along her sensitive ribcage, but as before, I felt that her feet shouldn't be left unattended. So I used the three feathers I plucked from her, as wel as conjuring a magical set of three forks, and with my horn, I controlled them all to rake and trace along her vulnerable feet.

 

"STAHAHAHAP NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THEHEHEHERE!!!" she screeched, trying desperately to lower her elbows to cover her ticklish ribs. I shrugged and grinned, and actually listened to her. Her wish was my command.

 

I just moved my fingers to directly on her belly, though.

 

I sat myself down onto her exposed behind for better tickling ability, and boy, was it a nice seat. My devious and evil hands scritched up and down her awfully ticklish abdomen, one finger attacking the inside of her belly button.

 

"NO I DIDN'T MEAN-AHAHAHAHAHA!!" Her angelic laughter filled the room as my fingers moved upwards towards her soft, squeezable breasts, the sweat on her belly making it much easier to glide my fingers up her torso.

 

"I'm sorry, Twiley, what did you mean?" I teased, driving my nails deep into her lower ribcage, earning a howl of forced mirth from her.

 

"I MEANT ST-AHAHAHAHA!!!" she shouted out, attempting to throw her head back in laughter. I had just guided the feathers to attack between her delicate toes, and the forks to scratch deeply from her heels to toes, instead of just going wild.

 

"I still couldn't understand, what was that, Princess Twilight?" I inquired, smiling to myself as my fingers slowly spidered their way up her sides. She squealed, unable to stop the steady flow of torturous laughter. I felt her arms clench to her sides, but it was too late, my hands were already under them.

 

"I MEANT STAHAHAP COMPLETELY, NOT MOVE SOMEWHERE ELSE!!!" she finally yelled out through fits of giggles. I finally let her breathe once again, absolutely adoring the sight of her slick, sweaty, exhausted body, captured and restrained beyond my wildest dreams.

 

"Ohhh, that's what you were saying...very well, Princess Twilight, I'll see to it that you get a break..." I said, nonchalantly, sitting myself down by her face once again after a few minutes of letting her sputter out halfhearted protests. I was astonished when I looked at my pocket watch, though. We were at this for hours! It was a wonder how she managed not to pass out.

 

Thoughts were running through my mind, such as...maybe I shouldn't remove her Cutie Mark. I saw the effects it had on my townsfolk, it turned them all into boring, awful, no-fun ponies. They didn't know how to REALLY worship me anymore. And I wanted to keep Twilight for my own use.

 

"No...no more...please...just take...my Cutie Mark...can't stand it...anymore.." Twilight finally managed to beg me. But I simply wasn't done with her yet. I wasn't going to remove her Cutie Mark, she was simply too good at this. So I ignored her and immediately pressed my curvy, slick soles onto her beautiful face once again.

 

"Mmmph, whah?! B-but I thought we were d-BAHAHAHAHA!!!" I interrupted her protests with, you guessed it, more tickling. I made manifest two sharply-clawed dragon hands, which took turns fondling each of her breasts, and very carefully scratching at them. The magical forks and the feathers immediately resumed their work on her exhausted feet, keeping up their deep red blush from stimulation.

 

And then I myself sat on the ground, legs pointed inwards so my soles were still pressed against her giggling face. I reached forward and dug my nails into her underarms, forcing Twilight to cry out with gales of extremely hard laughter. I held onto her magically-locked horn between my toes on one foot, relishing the feeling of her lips tracing all across both my soles, because she was laughing so much.

 

I unzipped my jeans quickly and shoved one of my hands into my panties, feeling how soaked they were from this long, long tickling session. I continued to tickle her vulnerable armpit with my free hand, and rubbed myself to completion not long after. I let out a few loud, sexy moans to accompany my orgasm, both my panties and my jeans getting absolutely sopping wet from my juices. Twilight's nose and lips rubbing between my arches, as well as the angelic sound of her laughter, helped me ride out the intense orgasm perfectly.

 

I lost control of my magic as soon as my climax ended, finally letting up on Twilight's torment. She gasped for air once again, her blush quite visible on her cheeks as I removed my feet from her face.

 

"Y...you...you're...INTO this? What..." Twilight coughed out. I could tell that she was perceptive enough to know that this whole 'Cutie Mark removal' technique was a lie.

 

"Ah...no more lying, Twilight...I tickled you and used you...get with the program...and I'm going to keep you here forever. Your Cutie Mark isn't going away, you're far too good at worshiping my feet. And your feet? Well...if you do a good job, I'll go easy on you..." I explained.

 

"Please...I can't stand another day of this! Just take my Cutie Mark and let me go..." she pleaded. I shook my head, pinching her ear with two of my toes.

 

"Nuh-uh, Twiley. You're nothing but a tickle toy now. I'm going to tell the village that I live HERE now, and they will bring me supplies. Then we can spend all the time together we want, enjoying the company of each other's feet!" I exclaimed in delight. She was taken aback at first, but glared at me menacingly. How adorable.

 

"NEVER. I'm GOING to be rescued, one way or another, and I'm going to have you jailed for life by Princess Celestia!" Twilight said to me, defiantly.

 

I shook my head, frowning. "I don't think you understand how dire your situation truly is, Twilight Sparkle. I OWN you. But I can certainly help you understand that more easily, if you'd like..."

 

I saw her face melt into fear as I walked behind her once again, laying my palms on her heels, nails all ready for an eternity of tickling.

 

-End