> Encounters of a Royal Guard
>  by Unusually Delusional
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> Dolls
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I am Bastion, a member of the Canterlot Royal Guard's most elite division, dedicated solely with the protection of the Royal Family. Up until a few years ago, this entailed guarding Celestia and her various several-times-removed nieces and nephews; it was a joyous occasion when Her Majesty's sister, Princess Luna, was reunited once more with Equestria, finding redemption from the rampant jealousy that had overtaken her. As one of the standout candidates, I qualified to become one of Luna's contingent of guards, as Celestia feared the newly-returned Princess of the Night would be targeted by confused and scared people who believed she was still 'evil' (she never was, of course, but to be fair, it was a very convoluted issue overall). Still, it turned out that Celestia's fears was largely overblown, and Luna never was in any real danger; Equestrians were a forgiving bunch, by and large.

Not all the danger came from without, however. Despite the realities of what had happened all those centuries ago, Luna still blamed herself for her actions, and the first few months of her return tested even my stoic demeanor as I quietly bore witness to shouting matches between the two sisters; the subject of such arguments, tragically, was usually Celestia attempting to explain that her forgiveness was true, and Luna convincing herself that Celestia was lying to her, and that the world still hated her. Such confrontations almost inevitably ended with Luna sobbing in her chambers, and Celestia walking away silently -- and myself pretending not to see the tears in her eyes as she did so.

Princess Luna was a beautiful woman, really, and I longed to do something to make her happy, something that would break her of her self-loathing. As a mere guard, however, what options was open to me? Tell her jokes? Attempt to follow Celestia's example and tell Luna that I didn't hate her? The latter would only have the same result, with her malfunctioning self-esteem causing her to say much the same things as to her sister. So instead, I endured quietly as this cycle continued day after day, Luna spending less and less time forcing herself to maintain even the illusion of social interaction; rare was the day when she would leave her room for any reason other than to attend to her newly-reinstated royal duties of managing the night sky.

One night, after yet another heated exchange, I watched Celestia leave, head hung as always, but minutes passed with Luna's sobbing never beginning. My breath caught, and I feared the worst -- that my charge had done something reckless, that... I burst into the room, heedless of Her Highness's privacy, as my sole purpose was Luna's well-being. The young monarch, her stunning dark-blue hair lank about her shoulders rather than made up like it tended to be, looked at me in confusion, sat cross-legged on her bed; in front of her were, of all things, plush dolls. A hand was around two of them, almost looking as if -- no, Luna was a grown woman, she certainly would not be playing with dolls. An awkward silence filled the room. I waited for Luna to declare me terminated from my position and thrown from the castle, at best. I was stunned to see Luna's eyes fill slowly with tears as her gaze returned to the dolls in front of her.

"I wish things could be like they were before..." she trailed off, voice quavering. "Tia and I would play games with our dolls. We had a whole world made up. She saw the dolls, tonight, and offered to play with me like when we was little girls, but I knew she was lying." A bite entered her words. "Everyone is lying. They hate me, now, because of what I did. They come talk to me, trying to tell me that they don't blame me -- well, they should!"

I mulled the outburst over for a minute. "Your Highness," I said quietly, "I don't -"

"You're just like all the others!" She screamed in response, interrupting me, and I didn't even have time to duck as one of the dolls flew at my face; luckily, they was as soft as they looked, and it bounced harmlessly off my face. I knew that she had not meant to hurt me, nor anyone else, that she was just lashing out; I was suddenly reminded of the fact that, Luna was, biologically, a young girl, having been taken over by an alternative personality that kept her from aging; though she was, chronologically, my elder by some 1000 years, she could have been my age, maybe even a bit younger, in personality and size. It was this revelation that prompted my next approach.

"Princess Luna," I said carefully, "I guard you with my every waking moment, letting nothing harm you from outside. It breaks my heart, though, that I am unable to protect you from what lies within." She raised another doll threateningly, and I stuck out my hand. "Please, let me finish... do you want to know what I see? I don't see a monster, truly I don't... I see a young girl who spent the best part of her life wrapped up in nothing but the purest essence of her negativity, deprived of relationships with friends just like you."

"Oh, but I had friends, once," she spat angrily. "They're all dead now. Probably because of the famine caused when I first embraced my true nature and allowed Nightmare Moon to take me over."

I sighed. This wasn't going well. "Princess," I began again, "I know it's hard, to come back to a world you don't even know; and on top of that, with almost no one to trust. Without that, I can see why you wouldn't trust yourself." She stared at you, silent. "I want you to trust me, Your Highness. Not just in the sense of being your guard, but in the sense of friendship. You remind me of my little sister, in fact," I admitted, a smile coming to my face despite myself. "Not that I am saying you are 'little', of course, and she is also a grown woman now, but she is still my little sister. I was there to share her secrets, her fears, her worries, her doubts... and her laughter, joy, and happiness. I know it's late in coming, but I want to offer you my friendship. I mean that with all sincerity."

Another silence, but this one less awkward. Luna's stare shifted between me, her bedspread, her dolls, the floor... I was surprised as a light blush, barely noticeable, stained her cheeks. "I always did want a big brother to play with," she said, then clapped a hand to her mouth in shock, her blush deepening.

I smiled in a comforting way, however. "Your Highness, I would be honored to spend time with you."

I was introduced to the fantasy world of Luna's dolls in a rapid-fire barrage of information; I tried to take it in, but was too distracted by the genuine smile that had slowly begun tugging at her cheeks and the animated expression replacing the doleful one which had dominated her eyes for so long. Pretty soon, I was whisked back to the days when my little sister was in school, playing with her after she came home; Luna was obviously more than a child, but the excitement in her was like a young girl's, and I was overjoyed that I could bring her back to the happiness of her girlhood. The 'campaign' eventually came to an end, and she fell back from the sitting position she had adopted, a grin from ear to ear stretched across her face.

"It is... good to be happy again," she announced; the fact that this was anything other than due course troubled me not a bit. She closed her eyes, kicking her rear feet idly as she hummed a wordless tune, and a certain other activity which had always put a smile on my sister's face came to mind. Looking around, I located a quill, and took it up in one hand with no small degree of reverence. I paused to consider the situation: with those jewel-covered slippers she was wearing, she wouldn't feel a thing... but I would have to be quick to pull off the alternative. Of course, the Royal Guard didn't let just any old guy in off the streets; I was one of the most agile men in Equestria, from both natural talent and endless training.

Luna's eyes were still closed, and I watched her face cautiously, slowly extending a hand towards one of her slippered feet. I bit my lip unconsciously as my eyes shifted from foot to face, willing her to stay unknowing for just another few seconds. With the one free hand poised directly over her foot, I maneuvered the quill into a position that would allow an immediate strike at its soon-to-be-open target. In a flash, I quickly whipped off the exquisite slipper; before Luna had enough time for her eyes to slam open and look up at me confusedly, the quill was lashing forward like a snake, seeking its target in the young princess's soft flesh.

"What are you – GNNT!" Luna's protestations are cut short with a snort as my weapon strikes home, coming to a delicate rest on the exposed sole before it began tracking around randomly. She reflexively began to retract the offended leg and I similarly acted instinctively, the free hand grasping her ankle in an soft yet unyielding grip. The quill launched a merciless assault on her foot, gliding in and out of the curves and ridges of it as Luna quickly gave up attempting to escape my iron hold and instead began squirming uncontrollably. Her laughter rang like clear bells, the sound making my heart soar even as I continued to ravage her poor foot. As I continued, the princess's foot began curling its toes, and I was reminded of a weak spot that rarely went unpunished. Pausing only to flip the quill around to wield the feathered side, I slid it it in lengthwise between two of her toes and began sawing at it like a particularly sturdy tree.

"NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HO!" Luna half-moaned, half screamed as the feather brushed past the delicate nerves in between her adorable little toes. I was reminded that, given her status as a royal, she was likely pampered to such an extent that her feet never saw the light of day except in the most reserved, indoors-y settings. As such, they was almost perfectly unblemished, the navy-blue toe polish undamaged and pristine, but the aesthetics were of little import to me -- I just sought to wreak havoc on her feet.

The reactions from my attentions was becoming less noteworthy as I continued and the soft flesh of Luna's soles began to adapt to the sensory assault. A brief experiment with the hard tip of the quill on the surface of one of her toes yielded a jerk, but little reaction beyond that. Nonetheless, this gave me a new target. I released the ankle of the foot I had been attacking and she withdrew it quickly, clutching onto it with her hands as if she was in pain despite the ear-to-ear grin on her face. She rubbed at it unconsciously, shaking her head.

“Bastion, I must say that that was... enjoyable! A bit bizarre,” she admitted, eyebrows drawing down, “but enjoyable nonetheless. I haven't felt that happy in – what are you-” Once again I ignored her as I grabbed the other, still-shod foot. I noted pleasantly that the resistance to the action was token at best, and that she was only resisting to go through the motions. Once again clutching her ankle, I slid the slipper off reverently, taking a moment to savor the sight of her foot flex and wiggle in its new-found freedom, and an icy mock glare was shot my way. “I'm warning you, if you – GAH!” Luna squawked as I held the quill out of the way of my 'attacking' hand and instead went directly for her tender soles with my fingers. Her exquisitely pedicured toes curled, her foot attempting to close up to avoid my well-trimmed nails from digging into the soft skin.

Unfortunately for the Princess, this only served to highlight the ridges on her sole, and also unfortunately for her this was about my favorite aspect of a good foot. Abandoning the quill, I instead began surfing the contours of her foot with my fingers, moving fluidly from peaks to valleys in an unending waltz. I would have been lying to myself if I didn't admit that her pampered, constantly-covered feet had a beautiful, silky feel to them. By this point Luna had given up attempting to escape again and instead was pounding one of her fists on her bed ineffectually, the other arm cast across her eyes as if hiding from the sight would render the torture useless. Her laughter had gone from the high-pitched, almost shrieking cackle to a lower-pitched but nearly-constant giggle, and the sound warmed my heart. Finally, something to make my princess happy. Shifting to the tips of her delicate toes, I pinched my thumb and forefinger together and nipped at the digits lightly but incessantly.

The new 'weak spot' elicited a new round of breathy laughter. Luna's toes futilely tried to curl inward, but there wasn't much space in which to hide – her (to me, anyway) perfectly-shaped feet were dainty, demure, the toes relatively small but proportional, and she wasn't quite able to curl them all the way inward into the ball of her foot. So much the better; it prevented her from hiding from me. Her laughter became muffled, and I snatched a quick glance at her face again, noting with some satisfaction that she was now actually holding a pillow over her mouth to attempt to deny me the pleasure of hearing the effects, not that she could hide the tears of laughter in her scrunched-up eyes. I redoubled my efforts, opening up my fingers to instead stroke across her toes like a man scrabbling for a handhold as he fell off a cliff; her eyes shot open and another burst of uncontrollable laughter shot into the pillow.

Finally, it seemed she had enough. I saw the other leg, the one on which I had begun, tense up, clearly in preparation to lash out in a kick, and I hurried to finish my job before it was rudely interrupted. The kick shot out like a bullet, but I was a trained ex-special forces soldier; I dodged her foot as it shot past my head, even as my attack grew even more frantic. Luna began bucking her body in response to the renewed tickling and kicked at me again, and once more I dodged it. By this time her laughter had begun sounding almost pained, and I figured that it might be time to cease and reconcile. Or... Third time's the charm...

The foot soared at my face once more, but this time I reacted more forcefully. The hand I had weaponized ceased its onslaught and intercepted her leg at the ankle. Before I could stop myself, I brought it to my mouth and licked it, literally from heel to toe, relishing in the subtle quivering and flexing of Luna's foot as my tongue made its journey. The first thought I had was, Damn, she must spend fortunes in lotion to keep it this wonderfully smooth!, as the flesh was even softer than my explorations with my fingers had suggested. The second thought, truncated by Luna's now-flat and almost contemptuous expression, was a mere Oh... shit.
I swallowed nervously as Princess Luna's disgusted visage scanned my eyes like a bolt of magic searching for a target. She cleared her throat, and with a start I relinquished my grip on her ankles. She pulled her legs in and shifted to a cross-legged position, finally shifting her gaze to stare vacantly at the bed, and idly grabbed a corner of the blanket atop it to wipe the residual saliva from the foot I had... Oh, sweet Celestia, whatever possessed me? I thought to myself in terror. I rose haltingly, arms wrapped around myself but feeling completely vulnerable to whatever fate the Princess had in mind. Removal from the Royal Guard, that much was certain, but... exile? Death? Despite myself, I considered the crime of unwelcome intimacy with a member of the Royal Family, one of many against which I was supposed to protect, now of which I was guilty.

“Your Highness, I...” I trailed off, unsure of what could possibly assuage the rage that must be going through the young monarch's mind. “Princess, I didn't... it wasn't intentional, I...” I couldn't find the words to even begin to apologize to a level that would be sufficient, and her expression was, at best, guarded – and at worst, brooding over the punishments to which I might be suggested. Her seafoam eyes rose to meet mine, her emotion utterly unreadable. I took a deep breath, swallowed again, and rose to perfect parade-ground attention, staring blankly at the wall rather than face the accusation I felt from that gaze. “Your Highness, respectfully request permission to withdraw and tender my resignation from the Royal Guard.” I stood silently, waiting for an answer, but when none was forthcoming, I plowed onward. “Belay that, Your Highness: Request permission to tender my resignation from the Equestrian Army.” Still nothing.

With a sigh and a shake of my head, I gave up my formal approach, and instead went directly for the kill. “I'm so sorry, Princess. To say it wasn't my place is putting it bluntly; I know the laws as well as any, better than most, even. If it is my wish, I will get on the first train out of Canterlot tonight.” I risked a glance at her face, and it was actually... confused?

“Bastion,” she said quietly, “my loyal, unyielding guardian.” She cocked her head to one side. “You presume to know my will, yet you are so very wrong about it. I'm disappointed,” she said with a scoff, tossing her head to the other side, her midnight-blue tresses swaying hypnotically. “that you would doubt my forgiveness so readily.”

“B-but, My Highness,” I stammered, changing my viewpoint to staring once more at the wall, “I know the law! Unwanted intimacy with the Royal Fami-”

“Unwanted?” The word, and the baffled manner in which she said it, cut I off. I looked at her again, my eyebrows drawing down in bewilderment, and – was that the start of a grin? “Bastion, Bastion, dear Bastion...” Luna sighed, the smile playing across her face unhidden even as she tucked her chin into her chest; the effect was downright adorable. “I'm afraid that there is a bit of a misunderstanding, here. Realize that I have been imprisoned for a millennium; I have not exactly had time to keep up with recent manners of affectation.” She looked up and leaned forward, the elbow of one arm resting on her leg, chin cupped by the corresponding hand, and the other hand swirled the sheets of the bed absentmindedly.

I shook my head abruptly as if a fly had buzzed in my ear. “Then... you're not mad, Your Highness?”

“Mad? Of course not,” she said quietly. “Perplexed? Certainly. I must say, this thing you did is certainly... new. That said, it wasn't... displeasing, either.” An awkward silence fell in the room as we both looked around at nothing in particular. She cleared her throat – and let one leg extend outward from its folded position in a sort of hurdler's stretch. I looked at her leg, the calf slightly firm with muscles I hadn't before noticed, and both of us stared in wonder at her beautiful, splendid feet, the exquisite toes wiggling in a hypnotizing rhythm. I couldn't help but feel my crotch throb a little, but the armor I wore thankfully hid it from view. I was already violating enough protocols, no need to... yeah, none of that.

The Princess pursed her lips and rested her cheek on one shoulder. She looked up at you, face askew, and she cleared her throat again. “Now,” she said, her voice now unsure of itself, “I would like it if... which is to say, Bastion, could you...?” She trailed off helplessly, unsure of the words to use – it wasn't exactly something a person asked on a common basis. When no further instruction was forthcoming, I took matters into my own hands. I sat back down, positioning yourself in front of the proffered foot, and my head darted around it like a snake tracking prey. My eyes flicked up to Luna, who was watching me with... anticipation? Anxiety? The emotion was hard to place. She noticed me looking and looked sideways, a cute blush forming quickly on her cheeks.

Shrugging imperceptibly, I just did what came naturally and jumped right in. Rather than immediately begin licking it again, I instead took advantage of what might well be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and turned to rub my cheek along the soft sole of her delicate foot. The effect was twofold; for me, the warmth and tenderness of the flesh along the side of my face, and for her, well, while I was to remain clean-shaven at all times, I didn't exactly have access to a razor in the middle of a guard shift. The stubble, while very light, was undoubtedly very prickly, and this served to cause Luna to gasp and giggle; reflexively, her foot curled up around my face, and once again the benefit was for both of us: a larger surface area of the amazing appendage made contact with my face, and Luna tickled herself still more aggressively.

Her mind, however, was in a different 'mode', so to speak; she wasn't in the tickle-avoiding animal-in-a-trap instincts mode, so while she was chuckling lightly, the Princess also wasn't pulling away, either. I continued this for a good minute or so, just savoring the silky skin against my face while simultaneously receiving the auditory feedback of Luna chortling. When I tired of it, I changed tactics. Pulling back, I looked at her again, seeing her eyes meet mine. Celestia's mercy, but I could sink into those pools and never come out. I cleared my throat. “My Highness, I'm going to, well...” I stuck my tongue out a bit, and she blushed still harder.

“Very well, Bastion,” she said quietly. As I leaned forward, she spoke again, and I paused, hesitant to mistake any of her intentions. All she said, though, was, “And... Luna. Call me Luna.”

I smiled and leaned forward. My tongue darted out, eager to taste the soft, yielding skin of her sole, but I prevented it from ruining this magical moment. Instead, I slowly inched ahead, intending to make contact right – there. My tongue landed right in the softest part of her insole, itself the tenderest part of her foot, and without even moving it around I could tell that the reaction was immediate; Luna let out a shuddering sigh. 'Hell,' I thought to myself, 'If just TOUCHING her gets this reaction...' I began to explore the bottom of her foot with my tongue like a blind man reading a face, making myself intimate with every single bump, ridge, and curve of her sole. Even now, Luna giggled every once in a while, especially whenever I crested a ridge. She was adorably sensitive.

I felt around her sole for a good while, maybe a minute, maybe five, time had lost its meaning, and was failing to get the same response even when I 'rode' the ridges. Luckily, everything north of the ball of her foot had yet to be explored – including, and I found myself almost salivating at the thought, her lovely little toes. My tongue slithered its way to the smooth skin on the ball of her foot, and swirled around there for a bit, netting a few more chuckles. If she thought this trick was good... My tongue sank to the valleys in between the ball of her foot and her toes, seeking out every square inch of skin available. The giggling renewed, and once more I was rewarded with a perfectly-timed flex that buried my tongue almost entirely in the flesh of her foot. As I burrowed through it like a gopher, the tactile response was such that she extended her joints, the toes splaying out in the air.

Seeing an opportunity, I quickly placed my mouth over the digits and dug my tongue in the gaps now present between them. They instantly snapped shut in reaction, but this only served to increase the friction of my tongue on Luna's skin. Like with the feather forever ago, I shot my tongue in and out of the spaces, and the effect was instantaneous; she burst out with laughter, except it sounded deeper somehow, intakes of breath almost like groans, the titters punctuated with forceful exhalations of her breath. I knew what that meant, and began to second-guess my decision. Once more, I felt my crotch surge at the wall between it and open air, and I couldn't refuse to acknowledge the heat that was beginning to grow deep within me.

Fortunately, maybe (I couldn't really yet decide), I had just about covered every part of Luna's foot. Withdrawing, I ran a final lick around her sole again, and leaned back. Would that I could keep this flavor – lightly salty, if I had to describe it; the taste of my charge's amazing feet – in my mouth forever!
As I licked my lips unabashedly, Luna's now-soaking foot withdrew to rest underneath her, and she dabbed at it with a sheet. Even the light brush of the fabric caused her mouth to twitch spastically, and I shuddered a bit at the arousal from seeing this. I loved everything about this girl, but the combination of ticklishness and great feet upon which to take that out made it that much better. It was icing on the cake, so to speak, and speaking of which...

“Your Hi- Luna?” I corrected yourself quickly. She looked at you, one eyebrow raised questioningly. “May I step out for a moment? I just need to use the restroom,” I added quickly at the frown that tugged her mouth down.

“Okay,” she said in a pouty voice, before turning on a level of lustiness I was surprised to hear, complete with bedroom eyes. “Hurry back, though, I wouldn't want to be unguarded for too long...”

I nodded frantically and backed out of the room quickly. I looked up and down the hallway, finding it deserted, and sprinted to the nearest bathroom I could think of. Quickly unstrapping my armor, I... relieved the pressure, picturing her gorgeous toes even as I worked to empty my vas deferens into the toilet. I felt my face grow warm and felt utterly shamed. Was this really any way to think of my Princess? My liege? But then, she was of age, as was I; and the Royal Family wasn't above marrying commoners...

You think this is really that significant a relationship? I asked myself dryly. She's letting me play with her feet. You're like a low-tier fuckbuddy. And besides, she's probably just caught up in the heat of the moment. I sighed. It was probably in my best interest to end it here, despite having left her other foot completely untouched by the more personal approach. Seriously, though, it was her FEET. It's not like she had asked I to go down on her. But nonetheless, the expression and reaction towards the end of the last 'session'...

Nope, done with that line of thinking, I told myself firmly. I'll go in, clarify that this is platonic, and offer to unofficially be her foot masseuse or something. Because there was no way on Celestia's green earth that I was going to give up those silky-smooth feet, now that I had (literally) had such an amazing taste of them. Nodding to myself as I strapped the armor back on, I looked myself in the mirror and splashed water on my face. After one last stoic glance at myself, I turned and walked back to her Royal Quarters.

So deep was I in thought that I didn't even knock, as was custom, courtesy, and all-but-law. As I opened the door, I heard Luna gasp, and saw something move quickly in my peripheral vision. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. One of her hands was resting on the foot I had been licking, and she was rubbing the other on the blanket. At first, I thought that she had just been cleaning out the residual spit, maybe even digging it out from between her toes or something, but then I saw the blush on her cheeks, and the wet spot building up on the bed between-

NOOOOOOOOPE.

“Oh, dear Celestia, I'm so sorry, Luna!” I panicked and averted my eyes quickly.

Even as I apologized, the Princess began babbling. “Bastion, it wasn't what it looked li- I mean, I'm not that kind of girl, I just- I swear, I didn't mean to offend-” She snapped her mouth shut, and – were there tears forming in the corners of her eyes? As her face turned about the same color as a pink rose, I realized the shoe was on the other foot, so to speak. Stepping forward, I fell forward onto the bed, legs folded underneath myself despite the armor, and looked sadly at Luna's confused, hurt, and embarrassed face. “Luna,” I said carefully, and she shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Luna, look at me.” She shook her head still more forcefully. I reached out and gently took the far side of her face in the cup of my hand and steered it so that her eyes were mirrored with my own. She sniffed and opened them, tears trickling down her cheeks. I gently wiped them from the cupped cheek with my thumb, and smiled as gallantly as I could. “Luna, talk to me. I'm here. What's wrong?”

“I just...” she tremulously began, then threw herself forward on my shoulder, the tears draining into the armor. I patted her on the back. “You must think I'm a... a...”

“A beautiful woman? Yes, yes I do.” She pulled back from you, expression incredulous. “No, really,” I told her earnestly, “I think so. In so many ways, You are beautiful to me. You are kind, gentle, and understanding, and that's the part that counts – not that you don't also look stunning.”

“But-”

“And, as you said yourself, you've been... lonely for so long.” I cleared my throat. “Again, sorry for walking in on that, but... I might be able to help rid you of that stigma.” My hands drifted to the un-licked foot, and I brought it close to my body. “If I may?”

“Hmm-mmm,” she grunted, a teary smile forming on her face.

So I went back to the basics. A simple, easy foot massage. My fingers worked their magic on her foot, and the waterworks were slowly shut off. Luna hugged herself with her arms, staring at me with a small smile, occasionally pausing to wipe a tear from her face. Not that I was masochistic, but I admitted there was even a beauty in her vulnerability. A vulnerability that I, and I alone, could keep hidden from all the darkness in the world.

She squeezed herself tighter as I kneaded away at the soft padding of her foot. I looked at her with a grin, and she smiled back, wholeheartedly this time. I worked my fingers along her toes, squeezing them to relieve any pressure or kinks which might have formed from what little labor her feet did, before returning to the ball of her foot. I playfully began adding a few light brushes in between the massaging, tracking a finger along a ridge here, scratching a toe there. I smiled as I heard her giggle and shake a little at every instance.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and leaned inward, embracing her sole with my wet, warm tongue. Immediately Luna tossed her head back and groaned in ecstasy, even without needing to spend minutes at work. She was definitely in a sensuous mood tonight... as was I. I was even more meticulous than before, if such a thing was possible, trading the long exploratory licks of before for quick jabs of my tongue, attempting to make it as pleasurable as possible for the both of us. Luna certainly thought so; one of her hands drifted down to her crotch, I saw in the corner of my eye, before she withdrew it with a shake of her head. She was hornier than a blue-balled goat – so was I, for that matter.

I looked up at that moment, and she looked down; our eyes met, and the decision was made without a word being spoken. She reached down to pull down her pants, but I shook my head. She cocked her head in confusion. “With all due respect,” I said to her lasciviously, “I've gone through all this trouble for you, so maybe it can be my turn for a bit?” She paused, before nodding.

I stepped off the bed in a rush, and her face fell in disappointment for a moment. I tore off the armor as quickly as I could and tossed it to the side. I left my underclothes on, though, a simple white undershirt and black pants. I wanted to build it up as slowly as I could, for both of our benefits'. Returning to the bed, I laid down sideways, not-quite parallel to Luna, and her mouth opened to question my rationale. She, apparently, didn't share my sense of timing. Rather than let her respond, I grabbed the foot I had been working on and made an exaggerated scootching motion of my lower body towards her.

Her mouth formed an almost-comedic “O” of surprise, but she quickly got the idea. As I continued my feast on silky flesh, the free foot inched forward until it was directly over the now-obvious bulge in my pants. She looked at me, like a deer caught in the headlights, and I rolled my eyes, all sense of modesty and decorum abandoned. Would I have to do everything myself? I inched my hips forward and placed my dick underneath the sole of her foot. I looked at her expectantly, but she was still as blank as a clean sheet of paper. With an exaggerated sigh, I opened my mouth and put my teeth on one of her toes, closing them gingerly as I nibbled.

As expected, she giggled and flexed instinctively. The lower foot squeezed my cock like a pillowy vice, and it strained at the fabric between it and fresh air. As it did so, the fabric on my pants moved, which was translated to Luna tactilely, and an endearingly naïve “Ooooohhhh” escaped her lips. Nodding, I went back to my own work, deciding that I would explore more thoroughly the technique of chewing on her toes. As I did so, her unoccupied foot curled, at first in general reaction, and then more and more obviously of her own accord, as she also began rolling her ankle to cover my entire crotch.

Now it was my turn for a shuddering sigh as my dick received the attention that I had been denying it all night. Trying to ignore the sensation, I experimented with my mouth on her toes, running down the line from biggest to smallest. They were perfectly proportioned, forming a downward slope from her big toe to the pinkie. I clamped down on the base of her big toe with my teeth, running around it with my tongue, then releasing it. Both the foot in my mouth and the one on my dick flexed, and she giggled a bit, in that order.

Next toe – clamp, tongue, then sucking on it as it left my mouth. Flex, laugh, flex. Interesting. Clamp, no licking, but sucking on it like a straw as I released. Flex, pause, flex as I withdrew. No clamp, just straight into my mouth, and I rolled my tongue around for a bit. The toe danced around in my mouth as Luna tittered, and I put paid to it with a final suction that yielded a tight grip on both my lower lip and my pants. Final toe – I just stuck it in my mouth and began pulling on it like a particularly thick milkshake. Luna gasped, her feet compressing in on themselves, and the pressure from the pants around my cock grew more and more unbearable.

I let the toe go, and looked at Luna with lidded eyes. “D'you think,” I said, thoughts muddling together, “Uh, can you unzip my pants? No, not with your hands,” I said as she reached down, and she sat back with her arms behind her, confused. “Try using your foot.”

“I'm not sure I can-”

I cut her off with a small burst of tickling, reaching one of my arms around and dancing over the ridges with my fingers. She shrieked and laughed, the foot in my face trying to retract – fortunately, she controlled the kicking reaction. I grasped it by the ankle with my other hand, and poised my hand over it. “Do it! Or else!” I said in a grave voice despite the smile on my face. Either way, whether it be a footjob or arousal from tickling the fuck out of her, I was gonna get off again tonight. She nodded, face still plastered with a grin, and the other foot dug at my crotch, toes wiggling to catch the zipper. My head leaned back as I felt her foot manipulating itself all over my dick, and this was through a quarter inch of fabric.

“I just... Bastion, I'm trying, I can't reach it!”

“No excuses!” I said loudly as I returned to tickling the captive foot. Her laughter resumed, but to her credit, she continued trying to grab the zipper.

“HEHEHE STO-HO-HO-HOP I CA-HA-HA-HAN'T!” she choked out, crying from the laughter.

“It goes on until I finish the mission, Luna,” I said direly. “I'll tickle you all damned night if I have to.”

“PLE-HE-HE-HE-HEASE!!!”

“Not listening,” I said as I stared at the struggling foot with a bored expression. “This little piggy did something or other...” I said as I scraped at the skin of one toe with my nails.

“NO-HO-HO-HO-HO!”

“This little piggy... fuck it,” I said, putting my mouth over the next victim and lashing it with my rough tongue. By this point, Luna was losing her breath and was just pulling in air in gasps before letting it out in bursts. The foot down below continued trying desperately to catch the zipper. I looked up, and she had the pillow in her mouth, biting down on it with what appeared to be full force, eyes shut almost completely from laughter. I sighed, looked to the side, and saw – ah, much better.

Picking up the quill, I slowly and deliberately rose it to position over her foot. Luna's eyes shot open and she shook her head fearfully. “Get it done, and I'll stop. Otherwise, we'll talk about how this little piggy had a bad run-in with a bird,” I said pointedly as I closed the tip in on the next target, and she gave a little screech before renewing her efforts. I felt the zipper tug a bit, and knew she was successful – I was both happy to finally have my relief, but unhappy that I had to live up to my erstwhile promise.

There was a pause in the excitement as my dick pulled out of my pants and stood at its own version of attention. There was an almost awkward silence as I both stared at it, the intruder on the personal moment we had been sharing. When no reaction was forthcoming from Luna, I sighed, not really surprised that I would even need to guide her through this. “Luna, could-”

She cut me off this time, as the nearest foot dextrously wrapped itself around my throbbing penis. After it had been baking in its little oven for so long, Luna's foot wasn't quite cold, but its touch was slightly more exhilarating for all that as it pulled a little heat from my member. As she had apparently figured out what to do, I returned to the foot near at hand, returning to slow, deliberate worship of the beautiful skin. I moaned a little from the stimulation, as was my right by this point, but Luna?

The Princess had abandoned all pretense of propriety and was moaning loudly herself. I noted with satisfaction that she had given up trying to hide her own lasciviousness, as she dug at her own genitalia with one hand, rubbing the fabric in and out of the grooves underneath. But this wasn't my concern; mine was worshiping the shit out of her foot, and the other foot caressing my rock-hard cock. Speaking of which, I noted with pleasure that she had picked up a few ideas from me; the petite toes curled around my member like little hands, and she rolled her foot around lengthwise like a swordsman getting a good grip on his weapon. It twitched a bit as she wiggled her toes up and down, stimulating me still further; I could feel the ache growing in the base of my crotch, even despite having released some pressure earlier that same night. Clearly I had been neglecting this more than I should have.

I found it harder to concentrate on my own job, my licks half-hearted, bites failing to have any force whatsoever, but Luna didn't even need to focus; her toes were now curling and flexing naturally, not from any act on my part, but because of her own building climax. The effect was that I got yet more contact from the foot on my face, and that the foot clutching my dick was giving me one hell of a quickie. The warm feeling went from a slightly-uncomfortable tinge to a sensation of wetting myself, to my whole cock turning into a pressure cooker. I shivered as I attempted to hold back the cum.

“Luna, I, mmmmm,” I couldn't stop the groan, “I'm about to, well, erupt like a volcano down here. Maybe you should-”

The foot slid up to the top of my penis and a toe clamped down on my urethra. I looked up at Luna in panic, and a relatively-nasty sneer played across her face. I realized quickly that I had just gone from being in control to being the victim in that moment.

“I don't think so,” she said in what was almost a growl. “Not until...” she paused, swinging the foot from in front of my face down to my crotch. She cocked her head as she pondered, before nodding and quickly swapping feet, the wet foot planting itself over the tip of my dick like a boy holding down the stream from a hose while the dry one slid to my face. “... You've covered every single part of this foot with spit.”

I swallowed, fighting the pain. I could feel the precum that had leaked out during the 'turnover' running down the side of my cock. At this point, 'throbbing' was no longer a metaphor – my dick was actually starting to ache. “You can't be serious,” I muttered flatly. She laughed, a throaty laugh this time; not the high-pitched laughter of her joy at being tickled previously but one of lust, and maybe even scorn.

“I see the tables have turned, my loyal guardian,” she said controllingly, and I groaned at both the aching in my genitals and the realization that she was taking revenge. But still... blue-balling me? Not cool. “Now, get to work.” Was it just me, or had her pupils dilated a little bit at that?

Sighing, and eager to get done with this so I could go back to being the dominant, I lapped at her foot quickly, trying to hurry up so I could relieve the pressure. As I did so, the four toes wrapped around the head of my dick squeezed even as the fifth stayed planted on the opening. I gasped at the feeling.

“Take your time, sweet Bastion,” she said pleasantly. “Do it like you did before.”

“Please, Luna,” I found myself begging, “Just-” She squeezed again with the lower foot, and I groaned again. She glared at me, and I went back to work, more slowly and deliberately this time, stifling the moaning I felt in my chest from the discomfort of having my ejaculation prevented. Shit, Luna got to get off, why not me? I twitched my hips unconsciously, trying to escape her merciless grip, but the foot down below was latched on in a deathgrip. As if in punishment for my insolence, the four toes squeezed once more, and I paused in my worship to bite my lip.

In spite of myself, I was so turned on right now. I had always been the dom, so to be a sub, however briefly... glorious.

Even though it took maybe minutes, it felt like hours before I finally withdrew my tongue from between the fourth and fifth toes. I looked at her angrily. “There,” I said, even the pretense of being her subject abandoned. At this point, she was just a particularly nasty (but only in the sexual sense, still quite lovely overall) woman. “Now please, by the grace of all that is good, let me go!”

Luna sniffed, pulling in the foot to examine it. Despite the fact that the saliva in the areas where I began had already dried up, she mercifully didn't point that out and try to make I start over again. As she picked apart her demure toes with her fingers, my dick tried to escape of its own accord, and she slammed those thrice-damned four toes together without even glancing up. I put my fist partway in my mouth, biting down on the knuckles, shutting my eyes closed. At a polite cough, as if she was at a dinner party, I looked to see Luna looking down her face at me as if she was passing sentence.

A few seconds passed, and she didn't say a word, instead letting the foot I had been tending slide down to its sister. My eyes widened. Was she going to switch them again? I was probably gonna get some sort of... medical something or other, if she held back the flow for much longer. I found myself whimpering almost inaudibly, resigning myself to the inevitable; which was why when the clamped foot released as the other one joined to sandwich my dick between them, I was actually somewhat surprised – pleased, but surprised. She seemed almost troubled.

“I'm sorry, Bastion, even to me, that felt... wrong,” she said, mouth twisted up in confusion. “Something just seemed to change in that moment, and I suddenly wanted to take you under control.”

Nightmare Moon, then... Who the hell was I kidding, I could worry about that later, for now I just needed to cum buckets. “Luna, we can discuss it later,” I pleaded chokingly, “but can you please just rub one out? Like... now!?”

“Oh, right,” she said absentmindedly as her feet began dancing around my cock. Had I not had a raging boner and a body full of cum, I might have been amused by the fact that she was giving me a  footjob without even seeming to pay attention, but as it was I was drawn too deeply into the actions of Luna's feet. Whatever softness I had observed was multiplied tenfold as they glided around my sensitive member; the silky skin felt like the embodiment of bliss, the toes seeming to be programmed to wiggle and flex in just the right places to stimulate me, and the glorious ridges on her soles, like rolling plains stretching endlessly as far as the eye could see...

I felt the warmth rising, and my dick fought Luna's feet to come to a perfect erection. Likely in realization, she guided her feet over the end of my penis, not closing it off this time but instead forming a sort of cage with room to spare over the tip with her toes. Realizing what she was doing, I had no qualms whatsoever with holding nothing back. The first burst shot out like a rocket, spurting out and across Luna's toes and bouncing off the balls of her feet before spattering onto my pants, the bedspread, pretty much everything in the immediate vicinity. My next few pushes weren't quite as violent, but still generously found its way in between her toes, and I found myself ridiculously thinking of bricks and mortar. As I wound down and stopped releasing semen naturally, Luna didn't hesitate to bring her feet to the base of my dick and begin squeezing out the cum like an empty roll of toothpaste. I grimaced a bit at the cum she was spreading on my dick but what the hell, she was enjoying herself, liberally rubbing her feet together to ensure maximum spread of the reproductive fluid.

And, as always seemed to happen in such scenarios, it was suddenly just... over. Luna's feet withdrew, and despite her enthusiasm before, she now made a face at the cum drizzled and spread all over her feet. She grabbed the sheet one last time, scrubbing off the ejaculate as much as she could. Sighing, I did the same to clean my cock, and shook my head when I looked at the time. My shift was... 5 minutes from being over. Turnover... shit.

As the two of us finished our cleaning, We stared at each other awkwardly. I had to go out and face my relief in cum-stained clothing. Luna had to attempt to hide cum-soaked sheets from her new guard.

“No one can know-” Luna began.

“We tell no one-” I said at the same time.

Both of our mouths shut at the same time, and we looked at one another comically. Finally, Luna chuckled once. Then a few times. Soon she was laughing outright, and I joined in. The absurdity of the situation was maddening. My Princess, my charge, had just been foot worshiped by me in the Royal Castle. Luna, second in line for the throne, had just footfucked one of her subjects – one of her servants, really – in her own chambers. We both laughed uncontrollably for several minutes, Luna finally falling down and rolling on the floor in mirth.

Shaking my head, I turned around as the door knocked. “Your Highness? 'Tis Strongarm. Is Bastion in there? We need to turn over the watch.” The door began creaking open.

In a flash, Luna sprinted to the door and slammed her back against it, an audible string of curses coming from the next guard. “My apologies!” she called out loudly, and he quickly censored himself when he realized it had been the Princess. I gestured down at myself, stains apparent, shrugging as I did so. She motioned to me with her hands, mouthing “INSIDE-OUT!” I realized the wisdom of the plan, as I literally had to but make it to my quarters without people realizing my underclothes weren't correct. Easy enough. I hurried to change, and blushed at Luna's approving glance at my bare waist. Clearing my throat, I pointed at her own crotch, still stained from her masturbation, and she blushed herself, putting her face in her hands and shaking with silent laughter.

Strongarm knocked again. “Your Highness, we have to get the turnover done immediately. Please, is Bastion even in there?”

“Yes, he is,” Luna answered breathily. “Just, uh, attending to a vile insect for me!” She winced at the stupid excuse, but I obligingly bashed my boot against the floor.

“Just a harmless spider, Your Highness,” I said drily, shaking my head at her. “Well, if that will be all,” I said as I pulled the last of my armor on.

“Of course. Thank you for another night of good service, Guardsman.” As I slipped by, she caught me by an arm and whispered in my ear. “Let's play with my... dolls, again, in the future, yes?” I paused, having to think, but... I remembered all those hours ago to the beginning of the night. Right. Dolls. I nodded.

“Have a good night, Your Highness,” I said as officially as I could as I attempted not to walk funnily from the cum in my pants.