the city part 1

by keithsterling


Chapter 7 (cat burglar p 3)

As Emerald and I left Rarity's apartment, we walked down the hallway to the elevator to take it down to the lobby. I notice the Pegasus mare cleaning pony watering a potted plant against the hallway wall. At the time, I didn't know Emerald's sky blue eyes narrowed speculatively toward the Pegasus mare cleaning pony in the hallway. But for some reason, Emerald senses something off about Pegasus mare cleaning pony as she would quickly look up to us before returning to her cleaning task like nothing happened.

“Ouch…that sharp pain on the soles of my feet. Is back again.” Emerald pretending to be groaning as my breath caught in my throat, thinks her feet were hurt from me asking her to walk around barefooted in Rarity's apartment.

"Justice, please check it for me." Emerald still pretends to be hurt as she sees the genuine concern in my eyes and winks at me to play along.

Went I figured out she was just pretending to have a sharp pain in the soles of her feet, I winked back at her. With that, I carefully helped Emerald sit down on the carpeted floor of the hallway, and she stretched her long sleek, athletic, unicorn legs out in front of her. I quickly unbuckled her ankle strap sandals revealing her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant bare feet.

I rested both of her creamy soft, supple, round heels in the palm of my hand. Continuing with her ruse, I slowly ran my fingers down her gently flexing creamy smooth, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles on the bottom of her feet. Each stroke down the creamy soft wrinkles of her feet would cause her feet to tremble and her symmetrical shaped toes to splay in response to ticklish stroke upon her desperately ticklish feet.

I could tell it was sheer torture upon her desperately ticklish, gently flexing creamy soft, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles of her feet. As Emerald drove her pointed bright yellow painted fingernails into the carpet, trying to keep it together. As Emerald was about to break from me, tickling her gently flexing creamy soft, flawless and unblemished pearly purple soles on the bottom of her feet, the Pegasus mare cleaning pony moved on to the next floor of the hotel.

"Ahahahahahahahahaah sthaahaahaap it pleeeese!"Emerald begged, gasping for air between laughs as I quickly stopped stroking her desperately ticklish feet with my fingers.

"Oh, sorry, Emerald," I said apologetically as she looked at me and shook her head no, her sky-blue eyes glinting with pleasure.

"No, Justice, it been too long since the death of my boyfriend in the war. I allow anyone to tickle my desperately ticklish feet (kiss me on my cheek)." Emerald said as her ten symmetrical shaped toes twitched as she was catching her breath and shivered with a hint of stimulation from allowing a stallion to tickle her so intently.

"What was that all about, Emerald? Pretending to have a sharp pain on the soles of your feet?" I asked as I helped Emerald to her feet; she floated her shoes into her hand and remained in her flawless and unblemished pearly purple slender and elegant mare bare feet.

“Went you sing in front of speakeasy crowd you quickly learn to read the crowd at those establishments to stay away from trouble. That Pegasus mare cleaning pony was too interested in us leaving Rarity's apartment." Emerald explained as the sound of the soft pip-pops of the smooth round balls of her feet was muffled but replaced with the skin on the bottom of her feet scraping over the carpet as we walked to the elevator.

"Come to think about it, Emerald? I remember seeing that same Pegasus mare cleaning pony downstairs in the lobby went Cadence and I left this hotel after deciding not to attend a party we were invited to. I thought nothing of it. But then Cadence started to chew on her lip I thought it was because of what happened to her." I explain as we step into the elevator, and I press the button to the lobby as Emerald is lost in thought.

(A few weeks later)

A few weeks later, the Sunspot Luxurious hotel hired a new housekeeper to add to their cleaning crew as the residents at the hotel had become more demanding about cleaning the hallway. In response, the hotel manager hired an elegant-looking light blue pegasi mare with a peach-colored mane and tail. Her sleeky muscular 5ft 10in equine figure was attired in a striped gray classic knee-length linen sheath dress with a collar and apron.

On her ten inches long, peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet were gold jelly flat sandals with flat heels.

Due to this light blue pegasi mare having experience as a private home maid, the hotel manager gave her the jelly sandals to wear in place of black lace-up oxford sneakers that the other mare cleaning staff wears to mark her senior status.

The only stipulation is that she must wear them like the rest of the cleaning staff barefooted, and she is more than happy to fulfill the requirement. Her standard-sized light blue feathered bird wings were folded on her back. This Pegasi mare was senior housekeeper Diane Sheer from the Los Ungulas domestic service agency. This high-end agency only trains elite domestic servants to work at private residences or high-end commercial properties.

At the luxurious sunspot hotel, Senior Housekeeper Diane Sheer pushes her cleaning cart out of one of the penthouse apartments after cleaning it on the eleventh floor of the building and down the carpeted hallway to the elevator. She pauses momentarily in front of the elevator to take a deep cleansing breath after finishing her assign cleaning chore for the day.

A moment later, the elevator pings on the eleventh floor of the building and Diane pushes her cleaning cart into the car. Inside the vehicle, she pressed the button marked the ninth floor instead of the lobby floor. From the ninth floor to the lobby floor, those floors are guest rooms for visitors to rent while staying in Los Ungulas at this hotel. As the elevator door slides open, she pushes her cleaning cart out of the car onto the floor and down the hallway to a specific hotel room on this floor.

"Housekeeping! I was giving your service request!" Diane calls friendly as she knocks on the door of hotel room 914; she gets no response; she retrieves the keys on her side to unlock the door.

As the door swung open, she pushed the cleaning cart into the guest room before closing the door with her foot inside. Diane is standing in carpeted twenty by seventeen square foot guest room with a double bed, a single round table with two chairs opposite each other and a dresser with a mirror.

Sitting on the dresser was black and white television with an art deco lamp. On the nightstand was an identical art deco lamp with an art deco rotary telephone.Sitting in one of the art deco chairs at the table was Justice Silverlight; he watched Senior Housekeeper Diane Sheer sign her name to complete the work order she had on her cleaning cart.

"Did you sign my fake name to that work order, Diane?" I asked as Diane's face radiant with good cheer went she hung the clipboard on the hook on the side of her cart.

"I did, Justice, and I finished the hotel cleaning chore early. So that gives me an hour of free time before I have to return to the lobby to turn in my completion worksheets, and that cleaning request will cover my free time." Diane explained with a mellow voice as she walked over to the table to join me after I gestured for her to sit down on the other art deco chair.

"Excellent, my dedicated personal maid," I said, pleased as I smiled broadly at her and watched my personal maid sits down on the chair, crossing her legs, one knee tossed casually over the other on the opposite side of the table.

Miss Diane Sheer has been at my side since I was colt; she started out as my nanny when I was small and became my governess when I was in school. As I got older, she transitioned to my personal maid and has been my personal maid ever since. She works for my mother went I don't need her.

"So Diane, what did you learn about that other Pegasus mare cleaning pony?" I asked, reaching over to my personal maid-crossed leg, pulling it straight, and resting her shoed foot on my lap as we talked.

"It is as you thought, Justice. She is a part-time worker here at the hotel. Looking at her personnel files, her name is Anita Cloudburst. It says she had minimum training from Los Ungulas domestic service agency.” Diane said with doubt in her voice as I slipped the jelly sandal off her foot, revealing her ten inches-long peasant-shaped, light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish.

"What is up, Diane? I picked up the slight hint of doubt in your voice." I commented as I started using my thumbs to rub her very supple and smooth light blue skin on the bottom of her foot as her superb flowing creases yielded to slight pressure I applied to it.

"The Los Ungulas domestic service agency, does minimum training for their student in the domestic service accelerate course. That training is ineffective for a high-end commercial property like this, Justice." Diane explains as she groans softly, with Justice rubbing the soreness out of her foot with his thumbs.

“Would the accelerate course be sufficient for a part-time worker, Diane?” I asked as I watched my personal maid kick the other jelly sandal off her foot. Reveal her additional ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish and place it on my lap.

"It would be Justice, but they're a catch to it," Diane said as I rubbed the soreness out of her other foot with my thumbs again.

"That catch is?" I asked as she groaned softly once again, with me rubbing the soreness out of her other foot before releasing a soft sign of contentment with her beloved employer giving his personal maid a well-deserved foot massage.

“The catch is that you must continue your training at the Los Ungulas domestic service agency or lose your job till you finish training. That is why many of the students wait till graduation." Diane explained as I placed her perfect round heels in the palms of my hand before bringing her peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish up to my lips and kissed her big toes.

"So Diane?" I inquired as Diane placed her bare feet back on the carpet floor of the rented room, and I floated her removed jelly sandals back over to her as she accepted them and put them on the table next to her.

“So went I returned to your mother’s mansion after finishing work here. The following morning I called a friend I know in records at Los Ungulas domestic service agency. I inquired if they have been a student named Anita Cloudburst training at the agency during the past few months or continuing." Diane explained as she crossed her legs once again, one knee tossed casually over the other.

"Go on, Diane." I prompted as I created a magical dark blue feather using my fingers to manipulate the object. I caress the naked sole of Diane's high foot. Diane squealed and began to giggle as my personal maid was not as ticklish as Emerald was but sensitive enough to plead with me to stop tickling her foot. I did.

“(Catching her breath) my friend in records went through the records at the agency and found no pony named Anita Cloudburst training at the agency or every being at the agency," Diane said suspiciously as I raised my eyebrow in a questioning slant.

I watch my personal maid use one of her feather bird wings like a hand and toss her remove jelly sandals from the table onto the floor so she can put them back on her feet. Diane slipped her peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish back into the jelly sandals.

"Your job is done, Diane; return to my mother's mansion," I said encouragingly as Diane shook her equine head.

"I am sorry, master, but no! Until we discover who this fake maid is? I am not going anywhere; this is based on my principles! The Los Ungulas domestic service agency and you have given me a lot to be proud of. I will not let any fake maid ruin its reputation or yours!" Diane said, loyal and determined as I watched my personal maid unfold her feathered bird wings to their full length, making her look bigger than she was.

"Very well, Miss Diane Sheer," I said, accepting as Diane refolded her wings back onto her back, and I hugged her from her loyalty.

After that, I told her I would call back the mare that helped me with Rarity's case earlier. I went on to ask Diane to help Emerald get into the hotel secretly and to this room because that fake maid was still hanging around this place. It would be that much easy to plan without that fake maid knowing.

An hour later, Miss Emerald Luster arrives at the Sunspot's luxurious hotel without revealing that Miss Diane Sheer is the personal maid of Justice Silverlight. She sneaks Emerald up a rear staircase to the floor where Justice's rented room is. Emerald is attired in a gentle yellow colored bohemian embroidered cotton voile midi length dress in the room. On her flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant bare feet with light yellow toenail polish were brown T-strap flat leather sandals.

“What??” Emerald exclaims went I tell her that the white Pegasus mare housekeeper at the hotel might not be a housekeeper at all.

"Is your information credible, Justice?" Emerald asked doubtfully as she weighed my reaction with a critical squint toward me.

"As credible as you being desperately ticklish on your feet, Emerald," I said quick-witted as the blood drained from Emerald's face, worried that I would pin her to the ground and unbuckle her sandals to prove my point by tickling her feet again.

“All right, I take your word for it, Justice," Emerald replied as she brought her arm up to stop me from moving, as the last time she was tickled by me, it took her several hours for her feet to recover from the assault.

Slowly Anita Stormchaser regains her consciousness as her sky blue eyes adjust to the dim light condition of the place she finds herself in; she inspects her surroundings. She was in some magical bubble void of anything but the high back chair she now finds herself in. So she figures that she was taken captive by a unicorn pony as their magic ability is the only thing that can create this effect.

Anita's stomach fluttered as she was restrained in the chair she was sitting in; her wrists were tied very securely to the armrests. Two ropes were tied underneath and above her breasts, making them more prominent through the fabric-collared neckline of her dress. She could also feel that her feathered bird wings were tied behind her back, and her thighs were also tied.

Anita's elegant white and athletic legs were stretched out in front of her, tied securely to the second chair. Her flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand shoed bare feet were sticking out the natural holes in the back of that chair. Like her wrists, her ankles were tied very securely to the vertical support posts of the chair.

Anita's face glazes with shock went she finally notices the piece of rope tied around her snout, effectively keeping her quiet. Anita shrieked, but all that came out was a muted groan from the rope tied around her snout. Anita's equine face became a mask of terror went she heard the unmistakable sound of a shoe on a carpeted floor coming toward her.

Her sky-blue eyes widened in alarm went a large dark blue five-fingered hand came into view, pulled on the end of the rope around her snout and allowed it to drop. Once the cord fell off Anita's snout, she unleashed a scream from deep in her chest, at which time the five-fingered hand pinched her snout closed, making her bite her tongue and causing her to stop.

"Stop your screaming, Miss Cloudburst or whatever your real name is? You are trapped in a silent bubble. So no one outside this bubble can hear you." A stallion voice said as Anita nodded her head, and she pick-up two distinctive scents of perfume, one near her feet and the other one to the left side.

“What do you want from me?” Anita asked as she began sobbing, hoping to get the stallion to release her.

"Huh?" Anita exclaimed softly when she heard the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the first distinctive smell of perfume moving behind her.

"All right, mare? What is your name?" I asked as Anita's face flushed with resentment at my question.

"My name is Anita Cloudburst, Stallion!" Anita stubbornly said as she didn't notice the two slender five-fingered hands with cardinal red nail polish on either side of her; each finger sported a pointed nail.

"Ahahahahahahaha!" Anita burst out with ticklish laughter went the pointed nails dug into her ticklish ribs and moved up to her armpits.

“Pleeeeease! Ahahaahahahahahssttoop!” Anita screamed with ticklish laughter as she squirmed what little she could and begged through her tears of laughter, trying to escape the nails digging into her sides and armpits.

At the same time, through her tear-blurred sky-blue eyes, Anita failed to notice the second pair of slender five-fingered hands with light yellow nail polish on end untying the laces of her black lace-up oxford sneakers and loosening them upon her bare feet. The moment the first set of hands stop, Anita's head drops as she begins to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs and assault starts anew.

"Well, look, their master. I think this Pegasus mare is really enjoying this. "A mare voice says behind her as Anita's face grows haggard with worry.

She hesitantly looks down and swallows a lump in her throat went she sees her bust standing erect through the fabric-collared neckline of the dress. She will never admit that she immensely enjoyed having her strength stripped away from her and feeling vulnerable as some mares do.

"Can you imagine what will happen went E gets her turn?" The stallion's voice comment as Anita looks down toward the second distinctive smell of perfume down by her feet. Her sky-blue eyes were transfixed with horror went the hands removed her shoes from her tied feet before she could keep it from happening.

"Nooohohohoho! Nnn-not my Feeheeheeheeheet! Eeeheehahahaha!" Anita screamed as the point fingernail began scratching the skin on the bottom of her richly soft feet with no hint of roughness or callousness.

Anita's richly soft milky white soles easily wrinkled as pointed fingernails ran down the entire length of her milky white soles. Anita exploded with maniacal laughter as the pointy fingernails tickled her. She was in hysterics in no time. The sensations shot up her legs and flashed in her mind. The pointed fingernails began to saw in between her ten equally shaped ticklish toes. Anita was screaming with laughter.

"Ahahahahahahahahaaah stop it!! Ahahahahaha!" Anita screamed as the torture continued. Anita squealed and began to giggle again, pleading with the stallion to stop.

Anita began to giggle and scream more forcefully for the stallion to stop as pointed nails tickled. Anita heard a snap of a finger; the ticklish misery stopped allowing her horribly ticklish soles and toes to begin to recover. She again begins to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs and her super sensitive milky white soles to relax.

"So I ask again, mare, what is your name?" The stallion asked as exhausted Anita nodded her head.

“My real name is Reporter Anita Stormchaser…I work for the Los Ungulas Chronicle here in town. So please just let me go!” Anita said as she began to sob.

She heard the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the second distinctive smell of perfume for her feet moving toward the stallion's voice. Anita could make out a muted conversation between the stallion and the outstanding mare's velvety voice she was telling the stallion something.

A moment later she hears a soft whistle from the stallion followed again by the soft and gentle pip-pops of bare feet on the carpet floor and the first distinctive smell of perfume from behind her moving toward the whistle. The conversation begins anew with the two mares and stallion talking once again.

"All right, Miss Stormchaser, my mares and I have decided to let you go. But with a condition tomorrow morning, you will show up at the C & J detective agency dressed in your regular clothing to answer any question we ask you.” The stallion explains as Anita nods her head in acknowledgment not wanting to know what would happen to her if she doesn't comply.