The Worst Possible Customer (By Anon)


                                            Note* Excavated from the ancient 2013: one of Stompy's first greens.


                                            >Day mundane in Equestria

                                            >Your name is Rarity

                                            >You are having lunch with your 5 closest friends in the world after a particularly exciting adventure

                                            >As you eat your salad, something catches your eye

                                            >A very unusual mare has entered the restaurant you are in and is going around talking to ponies

                                            >You notice how her coats color differs from that of her horn

                                            >Then you notice her hooves

                                            >Holy Celestia, how horrifying

                                            >She is wearing the most terrifying slippers you've ever seen on a pony

                                            >You puke a little in your mouth when you realize they're supposed to look like her

                                            >The eyes on them open with every step she takes

                                            >It appears she made them herself judging by her cutie mark

                                            >Then, just as she gets done talking to one last pony, she turns towards your table

                                            >She's looking right fucking at you

                                            >Cold sweat trickles down your face

                                            >Your friends look extremely uneasy as they glance between the two of you

                                            >She begins approaching you

                                            >NOPE NOPE NOPE

                                            >You flip the table you were sitting at with your magic as you sprint towards an open window

                                            >You leap out it and gallop towards your home that's not too far away

                                            >Look back

                                            >Biggest mistake of your entire life

                                            >She's matching you stride for stride, right on your tail

                                            >Beg for mercy as you levitate nearby objects and toss them at her, never slowing down

                                            >She simply catches them with her own magic and places them back where they were

                                            >Finally reach home and charge in, bolting the door behind you

                                            >Slowly catch your breath as you hear her muffled knocks at the door

                                            >Scream as you run upstairs to your bedroom and plop down on your bed, completely exhausted


                                            >Access your current situation

                                            >A psychopath just chased you back to the Carousel Boutique while bearing the most awful hoofwear you've ever seen and is presumably standing outside the front door

                                            >You contemplate telling Sweetie Belle not to panic if she happens to see a face in one of the windows downstairs when you realize something

                                            >Sweetie has been out crusading all day with her friends and should be arriving here shortly

                                            >Then you hear the door downstairs unlock

                                            >It's all over

                                            >Sweetie calls out for you, screaming about how you have a "visitor" here to see you

                                            >How the fuck did she even know you got back from dinner

                                            >That doesn't matter now, you hear two pairs of hoofsteps coming up to look for you

                                            >Your eyes dart around and you quickly make your way to your wardrobe and fling it open, only to find it's packed to the brim with dresses

                                            >What you loved the most in the world ended up being the end of you, ironic

                                            >"Rarity! There you are, I found this pony outside looking for you. Why exactly was the door locked?"

                                            >They're standing at the entrance of your room, watching you stare back at them

                                            >The mare has a grin on her face and eyes that stare into your very soul

                                            "S-s-s-sweetie, w-what did I tell you about letting s-strangers inside?"

                                            >"What are you talking about "strangers", Stompy Slippers says she's here on business! You can't deny her that, especially during working hours and all her troubles!"

                                            >You knew this to be true as Sweetie left your presence to go play outside some more, leaving you and Stompy all alone

                                            >You break into tears and start sobbing as you fall to the floor, certain that what Stompy had in store was sinister

                                            >She trots up you places a hoof on your shoulder

                                            >"Hi there! Sorry to be a bother, but do you have a second to chat?"

                                            >It truly begins


                                            "Chat? A-about what?"

                                            >"Why, these slippers of course!"

                                            >Please no

                                            >Lo and behold, she steps out of them and begins showing them off with her magic

                                            >Though they look like a Horse E. Lovecraftian horror, you must admit that they are well made

                                            >They also appear to be fairly comfortable too

                                            >Stompy seemed to sense this and she asks if you would like to try them on

                                            >Can't tell if it's a trap

                                            >Your hesitation seems to hurt her and she does seem like not having them on was already doing that

                                            >Though she did scare you like nothing quite has before, you decide to step into the slippers

                                            >You are completely repulsed when you realize how sweaty they are

                                            >Contemplate screaming some more when Stompy asks you to walk around in them so you can get a feel for them

                                            >You unhappily oblige and begin trotting around, feeing your hooves absorbing the moisture, as if you weren't perspiring enough from all that running

                                            >Suddenly realize exactly how hot Stompy appears to be

                                            >You know she apparently ran as much you had, maybe more, but this is ridiculous

                                            >She then licks her lips and you decide that you have been wearing her caricatures for long enough

                                            >She slips back into them as you inquire as to what exactly she wanted out of all of this

                                            >"Oh, I heard that you were the mare to see about fashion in town a-and I was wondering if you'd like to purchase them. But it looks like I've only ended up caused mischief..."

                                            >That was one way of putting it

                                            >You regretfully inform the mare that you aren't interested in her slightly more than used product and begin ushering her out of your room

                                            >However, she appears to be refusing to budge


                                            >"Rarity, before I go, can I ask you for a favor?"

                                            >Desire to say no intensifies

                                            >But, you realize that she apparently came from out of town just to see you about her offer

                                            >Then again, you are in dire need of a shower and Stompy is a tad bit more than unusual

                                            >And frightening

                                            >Alas, how could the very element of generosity deny her one last thing

                                            "Well, that depends, what kind of favor?"

                                            >Your humoring her made Stompy blush furiously

                                            >Yep, definitely unusual

                                            >She began stammering about something in a low tone and you had to ask her to speak up several times before you understood her

                                            >"C-c-can I t-touch...y-your hooves?"

                                            >You were completely shocked by that and she just stood there with the most biggest grin you've ever seen

                                            "My...hooves? Why?"

                                            >She looked around nervously, apparently not sure she would get this far, and you were just downright confused

                                            >"Oh! I-I'm a...masseuse! Yeah, your hooves look, um, very strained from all that running! Of course, so strained..."

                                            >She just kept staring down at where you stood, her tongue dangling freely from her mouth

                                            >All of this just screamed bad, yet she did have a point, your hooves were quite sore

                                            "I...guess that would be alright. All though I think I should go was-"

                                            >"NO! I can't waste any more of your time! It doesn't matter how they are, we should get started!"

                                            >Before you could object, you were tossed onto your bed by Stompy's magic and she hopped up soon after

                                            >She began moving towards you as you lay on your back, so you decided you should at least try and enjoy this as you got comfortable


                                            >Stompy finally made contact with one of your hooves, and her touch was far from dainty

                                            >Or relaxing

                                            >She kind of just groped it with one of her own hooves as the two of you lay awkwardly on your bed

                                            >You were just about to call it a day when you realized that she was probably a bit grossed out by how musky you must have been

                                            >You sniffed, and the smell completely revolted you

                                            >No wonder she wasn't putting in too much effort

                                            >You looked down to tell her that it'd be best if you took her up on her offer another time, and what you saw shocked you

                                            >As you suspected, only one of her fore-hooves was rubbing one of your hind ones, but her other was near her unmentionables

                                            "Stompy, pray tell, w-what are you doing?"

                                            >She looked up and her face was a deep crimson as her whole body quivered

                                            >"J-j-just giving you that massage R-rarity."

                                            >You then saw Stompy bury her face into the covers as she let out a low moan, and you got a real good look at what she was doing with her other hoof

                                            >Shock turned to panic as you tried to scramble away from the foul beast passing herself off as normal pony, but she wasn't having none of that

                                            >As your hit the floor, you felt your body enveloped by her magic as she lifted you back onto the bed once more as she began tying you up with cloth that littered your room

                                            >Before you had a chance to scream, she stuffed your mouth with a nearby pincushion and tied it in place

                                            >"Rarity, I'm so so sorry, but...I need this."

                                            >Completely at her disposal, you attempted to thwart her plans with your own magic, but the fabric tied tightly around it cut off your circulation of magic

                                            >Tears began welling up in your eyes as Stompy rubbed your hooves some more as she pleasured herself, no longer trying to hide her pleasure

                                            >It had come to this


                                            >Tied up, completely at the mercy of Stompy, this experience was far from enjoyable

                                            >Stompy just kept rubbing your hooves and herself, moaning in pleasure the whole time

                                            >You hadn't noticed it before, but she was still wearing those forsaken slippers during all of this

                                            >The thought of how disgusting the inside of them were at this point was beyond your comprehension

                                            >And the outside too, for Stompy let out a long moan as her whole body shook and her horn let off a flare of energy

                                            >It would take weeks to clean your bed after that

                                            >You thought it was over now that Stompy had pleasured herself and had her way with you, but the look on her face told her she still had more in store

                                            >You squirmed around in your binds as she wiggled her muzzle up to your hooves, and you screeched into your gag as she began licking them

                                            >How Stompy managed to not gag at the thought of what she was doing alone flabbergasted you

                                            >She just continued licking and even suckling on your sweaty hooves as you were forced to endure

                                            >Stompy actually seemed to be "enjoying" herself more than before as she did this and you just begged for all of this to be over soon

                                            >Her tongue tickled the soles of your hooves and your gag stopped any giggles from escaping your lips

                                            >How you felt any good emotion during this was a mystery to you, this whole situation was barbaric and uncouth

                                            >Stompy yielded her tasting of your hooves and you thought the nightmare was over, but she still had one more thing to do

                                            >Fear shot through you as Stompy crawled up to your head and began whispering something into your ear while she panted

                                            >"Rarity, do you know what two things I love more than anything else in the world?"

                                            >You frantically nodded your head no and she leaned in a tad bit more closer

                                            >"Hooves and slippers."

                                            >Well you could have fucking guessed that

                                            >"Rarity, do you know how much I'd love to be a slipper? To be worn by a nice mare just once?"

                                            >Oh dear Celestia and Luna please don't let this happen

                                            >"A lot."


                                            >Stompy turned herself around and made her way to the edge of the bed as you got a long look at her soaked, winking cunt

                                            >Absolutely disgusting

                                            >You tried pleading with Stompy to end this madness, tried saying that you wouldn't tell a soul about any of this

                                            >Sadly, all of your cries for mercy went unheard

                                            >You felt pillows being slid under your hind leg as it was elevated, and looked down to see Stompy position her vagina in front of your hoof

                                            >One last time you tried to reason with her, but it was too late

                                            >She pushed you inside of her, and you felt a warm and sticky feeling around your hoof

                                            >Stompy let out a long moan as the walls of her vagina contracted around your leg

                                            >At first she was still, but then she began pushing more of you inside of her, then inching forward as you slowly slid out

                                            >She did this at a rhythmic pattern, moaning in pleasure the entire time as you lie there

                                            >Slowly, she picked up the pace as her orgasm built up inside of her, and she got louder and louder all the while

                                            >At last, she thrust the most of you into her yet and she dug her face and hooves into the bed as she came all over your leg

                                            >Her face was that of pure ecstasy as her body went limb and she collapsed, you still stuck partially inside of her

                                            >Both of you were clearly exhausted and you drifted off to sleep along with her, glad that the deed was finally done

                                            >When you awoken, you found yourself on the sofa in your living room

                                            >You wondered how long you were out for as you nervously trotted to your bedroom to see the damage

                                            >What you saw shocked you more than anything you expected

                                            >Your eyes went wide as you saw everything was put back to the way it was before that ordeal

                                            >Eerily, you yourself also appeared to have been bathed during your rest

                                            >You actually began thinking that the whole fiasco was an awful dream, but then you noticed something new at the foot of your bed

                                            >It was those four slippers, fresh and clean, with a note attached

                                            >"See you soon: Stompy."