The continuing saga of 1920 Los Ungulas in Califoalnia
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A little historic background: The 1920 in usa was on the tail end of the victorian era after end of the first world war. Slowly moving toward the second world war. During that time the image of prefect lady change to the more wild women call flapper so fetish was more prominent during that time. As lady shed their perfect lady persona for more wild persona.
After six hours and sixteen minutes, the flight with two stops, one in Bitsburgh and a second one in Salt lick City, to refuel before going on to the City of Los Ungulas, walking down the breezeway at Los Ungulas International Airport on her way to the baggage claim was gorgeous-looking light pink pegasi mare with violet mane and tail. Her physically fit 5ft 2in equine figure was attired in an ivory colored tea length sleeveless with flutter sleeves bowknot flapper dress. Her long, athletic pegasi legs were encased in sheer black stockings.
On her nine and five-sixths inches, long, flawless, and unblemished light pink tapered shaped bare feet with classic white toenail polish were white ankle-strap dancing sandals with 2.6-inch heels. Plus, folded on her back were her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings. This Pegasi mare was Singer/dancer Pipp Petals. She is a well-known performer in the Manehattan theater scene, but beyond that, she is virtually unknown in the entertainment industry. She is hoping this movie part will make her name a household name in this very competitive Applewood entertainment industry.
'I was astonished went I received that letter for a part in film from the Durable Yearling motion picture studio here in Applewood, Califoalnia.’ Pipp petals thought as the heels on her shoes click-clacked over three by twelve-inch white artisan frost ceramic tiles of the breezeway, unaware of the local hoodlum sneaking up behind her.
(Everything goes black as the local hoodlums knock her unconscious)
Slowly Pipp Petals' kiwi green eyes are revealed from under her eyelids before her eyes widen in alarm, darting maniacally about, picking objects out of the immediate area, which looks like large boxes of some kind of warehouse. She unleashes an earsplitting shriek, discovering she is bonded to a wooden chair with a strong rope.
"Hey! What are you doing!? Leave my feet alone!" Pipp exclaims as she watches a smelly hoodlums pull her shoes off her nylon-clad feet, leaving her in stocking-clad bare feet.
“You better take good care of those custom-made dancing shoes…They were made especially for me!” Pipp warns as the smelly hoodlum ties her ankles to the legs of the chair.
"You have more to worry about than your custom-made shoes, sweetheart." The smelly hoodlum said dire as Pipp yelped. Went the hoodlum traced his finger inside the delicate arch of her stocking-clad foot tied to the leg of the chair.
The warning sent a chill running up Pipp's spine as her heart pounded. Soon the sound of clicking heels echoes in the warehouse. From behind some boxes steps, an ordinary-looking red-colored unicorn stallion with a blond mane and tail. His fair-shaped 5ft 6in equine figure was in a charcoal-colored double-breasted gangster stripe suit.
On his socked feet were two-tone oxford black and white spectator dress shoes. Plus, on top of his head, between his ear and behind his horn, was a slate gray Wilton fedora. This Unicorn stallion was Marcello Coerce Money, a loan shark and tax collector.
"Well, greeting Miss Petals? You know you are late with payment this month?" The well-dressed stallion said ominous, running the side of his hand against the lower half of her snout as she snapped at him missing.
"Now-now-now Miss Petals…I don't want to ruin those gorgeous looks of yours." The good dress stallion said sinisterly as he noticed her exposed nylon-clad shapely toe stems that were topped with five symmetrical shaped toes on the ground; a snarl of agony spread over Pipp's face went he put his full weight on them, causing sharp pain on them.
"Ouch! What do you mean I am late with payment this month, Mr. Money? I told you I would have the money next week after this audition." Pipp said brazenly as nauseating spurts of adrenaline course through her's veins, knowing that the part was not guaranteed to her.
“You told me that last month, Miss Petals…Then you ran to Los Ungulas.” Marcello said bitterly as he gestured two of the smelly hoodlum to bring over the second chair.
“I didn’t run from Manehattan…I can’t very well audition for a part in a movie at Durable Yearling motion picture studio without coming to Applewood!” Pipp said indignantly. As her stomach fluttered, she saw a chair with a solid flat piece of metal secured to the back of it placed in front of her by a hoodlum.
Pipp's facial muscles twitched nervously as Marcello untied one of her ankles from the leg of a chair and pulled it straight before ripping opening her sheer black stocking, revealing her magnificent nine and five-sixths inches, long, flawless, and unblemished light pink tapered shaped barefoot with classic white toenail polish. The arch on that foot had a delicate curve that led into a smooth round ball of her foot, and why the other end of her turn led into a supple, rounded heel.
It continues to shapely toe stems topped with five symmetrical shaped toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with classic white nail polish, enhancing her flawless and unblemished light pink tapered barefoot. The skin on the bottom of her foot was creamy and soft to the touch.
"I never took you for a foot stallion, Mr. Money? You like what you see…my magnificent nine and five-sixths inches, long flawless, and unblemished light pink tapered shaped barefoot with classic white toenail polish." Pipp said sarcastically with a hint of attraction as she wiggled her shapely toe stems.
"Hardly, Miss Petals!" Marcello said sharply.
"All right, boys…hold Miss Petals' leg still and press the sole against that metal!" Marcello said frigidly as Pipp fought to get her naked foot out of the grip of the smelly hoodlum’s hands and place it back on the ground.
“Release my leg at once; you smelly hoodlums!" Pipp said spitefully as the overwhelming strength of earth pony stallions was more than she could resist, and he could place her leg on the chair in front of her. A cold chill ran up Pipp's extended leg as the warm sole of her naked foot was pressed against the solid metal plate on the back of the chair.
"This you're first warning, Miss Petals….stop playing with me!" Marcello said testily as Pipp's voice exploded out of her in agony. Marcello slammed a small bat against the toes of her naked foot, breaking them.
"If you keep playing with me, Miss Petals! Your ankle and then your life. Both will end your career!" Marcello said, threatening as Pipp's kiwi green eyes brimmed with tears, her toes being broken as a warning, and she nodded.
"Ok, boys…dump Miss Petals at the nearby hospital so they can treat her warning. She can't pay me back if she can't perform." Marcello said as he disappeared behind some boxes and his men untied a very compliable Miss Pipp Petals.
At the nearby hospital, Miss Pipp Petals explains to the staff that she dropped a big steamer trunk on top of her toes, breaking them, and needed treatment. Several doctors and nurses are dubious of Miss Pipp Petals' explanation as she limped into the hospital's emergency room in her nylon-clad bare feet. Plus, the stocking on the foot with the broking toes looks torn open, which can't happen if you drop a heavy steamer trunk on them. But never the less, they treated her broken toes for her and admitted her.
In downtown Los Ungulas at the C and J Detective agency once again, Miss Cadence Aperture is away with her late mother's business deals leaving Mr. Justice Silverlight to run the agency independently. But like before, he brought another mare to assist him on cases.
Sitting on a mocha colored with cherry wood finish flare eco faux leather sofa in the office with her legs crossed, one knee tossed casually over the other, was a stunning gorgeous light gray unicorn mare with pastel magenta whitewashed streaked mane and tail. Her 5ft 10in curvy equine figure was attired in a burgundy colored elegant midi length A-line short-sleeved chiffon dress. Her sexy muscular legs were encased in black reinforced heel and toe stockings held by a garter belt.
On her eleven-inch long, elegantly looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty were black T-strap sandals with one and three-fourths-inch heels. This unicorn mare was International unicorn Supermodel/Actress Fleur De Lis Glitter and a friend of Justice Silverlight. As well as his assistance till Miss Cadence Aperture returns to the C and J Detective agency. Fleur smiles roguishly toward Justice, knowing he wants to strip her of her black reinforced heel and toe stockings so he can play with her smooth, well-kept, eleven-inch long, elegant-looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty and glacial white nail polish.
"I know you want to undo the hooks on my nylons to get at my feet, Mr. Silverlight," Fleur said, knowing as a pale light grayish magenta colored magical aura formed around Fleur's spiral horn, indicating the use of unicorn telekinesis.
"It's not every day that an International unicorn Supermodel/Actress Fleur De Lis Glitter…is in my office with her smooth well kept eleven-inch long elegant looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty,” Justice said, confirming what Fleur thought as he couldn't hear the sound of the nickel-plated metal alligator clips breaking loose on the welts of her black reinforced heel and toe stockings.
A sensing tide of joy washes over Fleur De Lis Glitter as the last of the nickel-plated metal alligator clips break loose on the welts of her black reinforced heel and toe stockings. Due to how the stockings were custom-made for her by a Pearis fabric artisan, the nylons stay put on her thighs even those suspension clips have been removed.
Fleur slowly gets to her feet with a voluptuous sway from her hips and the click-clack of her heels on the Marley European wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor echo in the office as she approaches my desk.
"Like you say, Mr. Silverlight…It is not every day you have an International unicorn Supermodel/Actress like Fleur De Lis Glitter in your office. Who enjoys stallions taking her shoes and stocking off her immaculate bare mare's feet, and having their way with them?" Fleur said sultry, resting her perfectly round heels on my lap, beckoning me to unbuckle those T-straps from her shoes.
Fleur's pale, light grayish violet eyes glinted with pleasure hearing the soft jingle of the small silver metal buckles breaking loose from her ankles and the gentle swoosh of her sandals brushing against her nylon stocking. I rest her perfectly round heels in the palm of my hands and bring them up to my nostrils before burying them in her smooth and beautiful normal accentuate arches. Inhaling deeply the sweet fruity notes of her moisturizer, she rubs it on her feet to keep the skin on her feet supple.
As I was about to grope around under her dress for the welts of her nylon stockings to slide them down her silky smooth sexy muscular legs to reveal those soft well kept eleven-inch long elegant looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty and glacial white nail polish, she nudges me with her stocking clad foot snapping me out of my little fantasy.
"Someone is coming, Justice!" Fleur exclaimed as she hopped off my desk, floating her removed sandals from on top of the sofa, where I tossed them into the nearby drawer to hide them.
"I'll remain in my nylon-clad bare feet (kiss me on my cheek). Besides why the client is telling us about their case…I'll use my unicorn telekinesis to remove my nylons so my feet are ready to discuss the case went the client leaves the office." Fleur said as she kissed me again as the agency door opened.
Through the mahogany wood door steps, a perfect good-looking sandy brown colored pegasi mare with a honey blond mane and tail. Her perfect physically fit 5ft 10in equine figure was attired in a grey Great Gatsby knee-length flapper dress with elbow-length sleeves. She wore no stockings on her long athletic pegasi legs.
On her ten-inch long perfect luxurious, peasant-shaped bare feet with rich red nail polish were black T-strap Mary Jane pumps with 2.75-inch heels. Plus, folded on her back were her standard-sized sandy brown-feathered bird wings. For all accounts, this mare is a mysterious pegasi mare looking to hire a private eye and his assistant.
But oddly, Justice and Fleur are a bit suspicious about this pegasi mare as she is a much too perfect specimen of pegasi right down to her long, luxurious, peasant-shaped bare feet contained in her pumps. The only perfect feet are a magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand tapered shaped bare feet that belong to a pegasi mare he knows named Reporter Anita Stormchaser.
"Greeting, mare; how may I help you?" Justice asked politely as Fleur secretly used her unicorn telekinesis to slide the nylons off her legs so her sensitive bare feet could be fondle during the later discussion.
"Greetings…I want to hire both of you for a missing pony case." The Mysterious pegasi mare said calmly as Fleur finished removing her nylons, leaving her standing in her sensitive bare feet hidden behind Justice's desk.
“Greeting mare, I am Justice Silverlight, and this (Fleur taps Justice's ankle with her barefoot) is my partner Cadence Aperture," Justice said as Fleur took on the role of Cadence Aperture as she smiled and nodded her head.
The mysterious pegasi mare raised one eyebrow in questioning slant as she did a slow, appraising glance of Miss Fleur De lis Glitter standing next to Mr. Justice Silverlight behind his desk.
"How may we help you, Miss?" Fleur asked graciously, feeling very comfortable standing in her sensitive bare feet, knowing that her smooth, well-kept, eleven-inch long, elegant-looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty would soon be fondled.
“I was sent by my boss to hire this Detective agency to find a stallion named Marcello C Money…My boss represents the late estate of Mr. Bernardo Money, his late father. Mr. Marcello C Money is the sole heir of his father's vast Fortune…since the end of the war, his son disappeared. So my boss wants your agency to find his missing son…My boss will pay your expenses and give you a sizable reward." As she weighs their reaction with a critical squint, the Mysterious Pegasi mare explains.
"This…" Justice said as he was cut short by the mysterious pegasi mare raising her hand to stop him.
“I will be your contact for this case…and my boss would like to remain anonymous. Do we have a deal?” The Mysterious Pegasi mare asked, placing a small bag of bits on Justice's desk as Justice and Fleur agreed to take the case for the mysterious Pegasi mare.
As the Mysterious pegasi mare walks out of the office building, she continues down the street, walking toward a corner; once there, she turns down another road. Suddenly the mysterious pegasi mare click-clack of heels on the cement sidewalk is replaced with a weightier pip-pops of reasonably large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink luxurious peasant-shaped bare feet with sexy deep sets and high arches. These shapely and delicately rounded not too long toes are the perfect length for her unassuming size feet as the heels burst open on her feet.
As the camera pans up, walking down the street in her bare feet, a breathtakingly gorgeous white with a hint of pink Alicorn mare with a golden blonde mane and tail. Her perfect 6ft 5in equine figure was attired in the same grey Great Gatsby knee-length flapper dress with elbow-length sleeves that the mysterious pegasi mare was wearing but fit to her larger frame. The black T-strap Mary Jane pumps with 2.75-inch heels busted open as her feet are much larger than the ten-inch long feet of the mysterious pegasi mare.
Folded on her back were her large white with a hint of pink feathery bird wings, and her long white spiral horn was in the middle of her forehead. This Alicorn mare was Mob boss mare Celestia Borealis, the head of the Day Breakers syndicate known in the underworld as the mysterious Day Breaker. The most feared boss mare in the underworld. As Celestia pip-pops in her large bare feet up to a 1920 Rolls Royce phantom limousine waiting down the street, she climbs into the back seat.
Waiting in the backseat is her top lieutenant and skilled hit mare Luna Borealis her younger sister, and co-mob boss, mare in the Day breaker syndicate.
"It all set, Luna…Justice took the case from Mysterious Pegasi mare…he will…." Celestia said as her voice trailed off, which Luna immediately picked up.
“You still have feeling for Dilettante Justice Silverlight…dear sister. Do you know how much danger you would put him in if the other mob bosses found out about him? And this case would fall apart after about ten years of investigation." Luna said bluntly as a tear ran down Celestia’s cheek.
"I know, sister…if this undercover case didn't come up at EBI! I would have approached his mother, Tycoon Silverlight, for her son's hand in marriage and left the EBI for the life of married mare…a quiet life without criminals trying to kill me." Celestia's voice edged with tension but heartbroken as she stared at her large bare feet on the ground.
Meanwhile, back at Los Ungulas general hospital near downtown Los Ungulas Miss Pipp Petals is being visited by Police officer third class Zip Storm no one outside the immediate family knows that Miss Pipp Petals is Police officer third class Zephyrina Prism Storm's younger sister.
"How did in Equestria did you break your toes, Pipp?" Zip asked, very puzzled as stress lines formed on Pipp's brow as her older sister questioned her younger sister.
"It was an accident, Zip," Pipp answered as her equine features had a remarkably composed and angelic look to them.
Without warning, Zip pulls back the sheet covering her younger sister unhurt barefoot; she wraps her gloved hand around those toes and yanks them back hard. A moment later, Pipp struck her older sister with one of the pillows behind her before pulling her unhurt barefoot back to massage her sore toes from being yanked so hard.
“What in the hay! Are you doing Zip! Yanking my toes like that! That hurt!” Pipp said in a huff as Zip had a smile on her snout.
"As I thought, little sister…you take care of those toes of yours…there is no way you would have an accident, especially if it involved your precious toes. What happen, Pipp?" Zip asked as Pipp's eyes were haunted by some inner anxiety knowing that her sister caught her in a big lie.
Once again, in downtown Los Ungulas at a small diner sitting in a booth at the establishment, was an impressive looking dark blue unicorn mare with a scarlet red mane and tail. Her 6ft 8in athletic equine figure was encased in gray and black Great Gatsby below the knee-length art Deco day dress. Black sheer back seamed stockings were on her dark blue crossed shapely unicorn legs. On her ten-and-one-third-inch long, luxurious, gracefully long, round shape and elegant peasant-shaped bare feet were black ankle strap dancing sandals with 2.6-inch heels.
On top of her head, between her ears behind her spiral horn, was gray Great Gatsby cotton and lace cloche hat. This unicorn mare was Detective Inspector Serena Silverlight of the International police force and Justice Silverlight’s caring older sister. Sitting across from her in the booth was her younger brother Justice Silverlight.
"It has been a while, big sister since we had lunch together," Justice commented as his face flushed with happiness under the table; Serena swung her leg up and splayed her toes in her sheer stocking, a nervous habit she picked up. She knew that he was right.
"I know, Justice (splaying her toes again under the table). The international police force has sent me worldwide to investigate several major crimes in various countries. But I do communicate with you via letters from those countries." Serena said, friendly as she blinked with surprise went she felt her brother's hand wrapped around her foot. Went he caught her foot under the table, went she swung it up.
“I can feel your toes splaying in your shoe, dear big sister. You are anxious about something…that only time you splay your toes like that, Serena. So what is up, big sister?" Justice asked as he released his sister's foot.
"Tee-hee, you are the only stallion who can tell how I feel by holding my foot…feeling for my nervous habit of splaying my toes through the shoe," Serena commented as she reached under the table and unbuckled her ankle strap dancing sandal before swinging her nylon-clad foot back into her brother's hand to clearly feel her toes splaying.
"(softly giggle went Justice tickled the ball of his sister's nylon-clad foot with his finger) I know my sibling have all grown up. But I miss seeing my family on regular bases, so after my current case. I will request a transfer from the Pearis field office in Prance of the international police force to the Los Ungulas field office in Equestria. A spot has opened up at the field office for the Chief Superintendent of investigation as the current Chief Superintendent is transferred back to Pearis. I already filed my transfer notices for the position." Serena explains as Justice senses the tide of joy washing over him, hearing that his big sister is returning to Equestria.
"That sounds wonderful Big sister…but don't forget big sister, that mother is going to give you social obligations being the oldest of Silverlight's siblings. Will the Chief Superintendent of investigation position interfere?" Justice asked as Serena smiled at him as she allowed him to continue to tickle her stocking-clad foot.
"Chief Superintendent of investigation is largely an administration position. So don't worry, little brother. I will fulfill my social obligations as the oldest of Silverlight siblings. I know you and Seer have been doing my social obligation for me since being assigned to Prance.” Serena comments as she kicks him with her stocking-clad foot.
"Ouch! What was that for, big sister?" Justice exclaims as he rubs his shin with his hand.
"That was for thinking I would forget my social obligations if I came back to Equestria," Serena said sharply, rubbing the ball of the stocking-clad foot on his shin as she made her point.
"All right big sister…you made your point. But anyway, what is this current case you are working on for the international police force?" Justice inquired as Serena re-buckled her ankle strap dancing sandal back on her stocking-clad barefoot under the table.
"I have been tracking an international loan shark across several countries for the past few months. The International police force major crimes bureau has been busting several loan shark cells in various countries. It seems that all the wire transfer originates from here in Equestria. Currently, we are trying to lock down where this loan shark is." Serena explains as Justice rubs the lower half of his snout with his hand.
“Does this loan shark have a name, sis?” Justice asked, curious.
“Yes, Marcello Coerce Money is the name of the loan shark," Serena said as Justice reeled with astonishment at the name his sister spoke.
"What Marcello C Money!" Justice exclaimed as Serena's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"I just accepted a missing pony case from a mysterious pegasi mare…she said she was looking for him for her boss and the sole heir to a fortune," Justice explains. Serena's face grows haggard with worry.
"As far as I know…he has no family. But..?" Serena comments as Justice looks at his sister's face.
"But what, Serena?" Justice inquiry.
“Mind you…this is just an unconfirmed rumor…International police force intelligence bureau. Discovered that Mr. Marcello Coerce Money had a falling out with the syndicates, and he had a price on his head. So maybe that mysterious pegasi mare works for one of the syndicates. Want you to find him? But like I say, it's unconfirmed, Justice." Serena explains as she notices the stress line form on her brother's brow.
She quickly reached under the table, unbuckled both her ankle strap dancing sandals from her stocking-clad, bare feet, dropped them on the ground, and slid to the end of the booth before placing her stocking-clad bare feet on the other seat next to Justice and swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Please, Justice, tickle my stocking-clad bare feet…I know it calms you down and relieves your anxiety." Serena said, concerned for her brother as she rubbed the side of her nylon-clad foot against his knee reassuringly.
Knowing full well how desperately ticklish she is on her nylon-clad ten-and-one-third-inch luxurious, gracefully long, rounded shape, and elegant peasant-shaped dark blue bare feet, more so on her nylon-clad bare feet. Sitting helplessly on the bench through the sheer fabric of her nylons were a pair of luxurious, gracefully long, rounded shaped, and elegant dark blue bare feet.
The semi-deep arches on both her feet had a classy and splendidly sleek curvature. That led to impeccable circular balls on her feet. The luscious rounded heels emphasized the overall look of her extravagant feet. It continues to the pleasing toe stems topped with ten bountiful elegant toes; each toenail was elegantly trimmed, shaped, and painted with vivid orange toenail polish. She scrunches her toes down, and the glistening soft, smooth darker blue soles easily crease before smoothing out again.
"Please, Justice, tickle me…I promise nothing will change between us." Serena said, her voice edged with tension as she nervously rubbed her nylon-clad feet together, producing that scratching sound of nylon rubbing against each other.
"No, Serena…I know how much you hate having your feet touched. Because you are desperately ticklish…" Justice said, caring as he bent her five bountiful elegant toes down to look at the gorgeous vivid orange toenail polish on her toes.
"I thank you, brother," Serena said, relieved, stretching her equine neck over the table and kissing her brother on his cheek, caring.
"But still, Justice, be very careful. I know you were a police officer. But went the syndicates put a hit on some pony…collateral damage is the norm." Serena said, warning as Serena floated her removed shoes onto the bench next to her.
Only some people know. Not even her brother knows his big sister likes to be barefooted because she has to wear high heels all day during her work day. As the waitress orders, the younger brother and older sister return to an overdue lunch visit.
Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Zip continues to press her younger sister Pipp Petals, to tell her how she broke her foot's toes. Pipp blinks excessively because Zip knows she’s so conscientious about her precious toes on her feet being a singer/dancer as her chosen career.
"There is no way you would accident drop anything on those toes…those toes are your bread and butter…if anything should happen to your toes, your career is over, Pipp." Zip comments as she continues manipulating her younger sister's toes off her excellent foot, causing the blood to drain from pipp's face.
"By the sunlight, please stop touching my toes, Zip! A loan shark broke my toes as a warning to me…I needed a loan from him…no bank in Manehattan would give me a loan to try and save the palace theatre…The theater scene in Manehattan is slowly dying because of motion pictures…even Mother Airlie Haven is having trouble even those she owns several other theaters that are making a profit." Pipp said, upset but relieved with lifting a weight off her.
"Miss Pipp Petals! What were you thinking! Getting a loan from a syndicate loan shark!" Zip said indignantly, slamming her fist on the hospital bed before calming down.
"Now, little sister, who is this loan shark you borrow from?" Zip said calmly as a wave of acid wells up from pipp's belly.
“Marcello Coerce Money.” Pipp comments as sudden spurts of adrenaline coursing through Zip’s veins with the name her sister say.
"By the great ball in the sky….Marcello Coerce Money. Do you know who you got involved with, Pipp?" Zip comments as Pipp shakes her head no.
"Marcello Coerce Money…is wanted by every law enforcement agency in the world. He is the key to blow opening the finances of the world…he is the defacto money stallion for the syndicates…Reports say he had a falling out with syndicates, and now they want him killed to keep his knowledge secret." Zip explains as Pipp gives a startled gasp, gaping in stunned silence.
Walking down the hospital hallway was 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 soft pink below-the-knee cotton dress. Her sleeky muscular, long pegasi legs were bare. On her ten inches long, peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender and elegant mare bare feet were brown flat leather strap sandals with a flat heel.
Her standard-sized light blue feathered bird wings were folded on her back. This Pegasi mare was Private Maid Diane Sheer, the private maid of Dilettante Justice Silverlight and most loyal to him. On this day, Private maid Diane Sheer visited a sick friend at the hospital before working at Justice's mother's home in Grazing Hills.
As she was passed a nurses station on the floor, she overheard two earth pony mare nurses talking about a Police officer mare visiting a patient by the name of Miss Pipp Petals in the hospital. Being very familiar with the theater scene in Manehattan. Even those she lives and works in Los Ungulas in, Califoalnia, she knows the name of Pipp Petals.
‘I wonder why the LUPD would be interested in singer/dancer Pipp Petals.’ Diana thought, taking a quick look at the room assignment on the desk that a nurse left out for the room of Pipp Petals.
"Huh! Who is Marcello Coerce Money?" Diana exclaimed as she quickly grabbed a nurse's cap on top of a rolling tray in front of an empty room and placed it on her head.
Pretending that she was gathering the dirty dishes on the rolling tray, Police officer third class Zip Storm went to investigate the sound she heard outside her younger sister's hospital room and found the Pegasi mare nurse picking up the dishes. She scratches her head before entering the hospital room and closing the door behind her.
Later that evening, sitting in a small lounge in a blue Bittmore accent chair in her apartment in sunspot hotel was Dilettante Celestia Borealis, attired in a white two-piece cotton pajama worn over the nightwear was a royal blue velvet nightgown robe. On her, reasonably large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of luxurious pink peasant-shaped bare feet with sexy deep sets and high arches were pink feathered open-toe slippers with three-inch kitten heels.
On the end of her, crossed legs protruding from under that strap were her ten shapely and delicately rounded, not too long pedicure toes that were the perfect length for her unassuming Alicorn size feet devoid of toenail polish.
‘So the bureau confirmed the rumor that Marcello Coerce Money has a target on his head by the Syndicates…With that development, we must move carefully without revealing our deep cover operation.' Celestia thought as she heard the unmistakable sound of slippers slapping against a mare’s large bare soles come down the hallway.
Walking down the hall on her way to her bedroom, her sister Dilettante Luna Borealis, attired in a red two-piece cotton pajama worn over the nightwear white velvet nightgown robe. On her dark blue, wonderfully shaped peasant bare feet roughly the same size as Celestia's but a tad bit smaller were red open-toe phoebe sandals with 2.5-inch heels. Like her sister protruding from under that strap were her ten elegant toes devoid of toenail polish.
"Hey, Luna!" Celestia calls as Luna stops and walks into the small lounge.
"Yes, sister?" Luna replied
"We got another small wrinkle in this deep cover operation, sister," Celestia said, her voice edged with tension, resting the lower half of her snout on the back of her hands.
“The bureau confirmed that a hit is on Marcello Coerce Money's head by the syndicates," Luna says, knowing, slipping her wonderfully shaped peasant barefoot out of her slipper before splaying her toes behind her back and slipping it back on.
"Correct, sister…that puts a huge wrinkle in our plan to apprehend him secretly. The arrest warrant is upheld by the court…The bureau is looking for another judge to sign off on the arrest warrant." Celestia explained as she uncrossed her leg, slipped her large luxurious peasant-shaped barefoot out of her slipper, and splayed her toes.
"So what does that mean, sister, about our plan?" Luna asked as Celestia re-crossed her leg, leaving her large luxurious peasant-shaped barefoot naked.
"That means, sister, we better hope our ponies find Marcello Coerce Money first…before the syndicates do or his knowledge is lost to the bureau," Celestia said sourly as she splayed her toes angrily.
"What about Justice, sister?" Luna asked as Celestia's light magenta eyes were haunted by some inner pain as tears ran down her cheek.
"I have not heard from him yet, sister," Celestia answered as Luna nodded.
It was a week later with the warning from my older sister Detective Inspector Serena Silverlight, from the international police force still ringing in my head. My mother and boss mare for the Silverlight unicorn family Tycoon Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight asked me to check in with her flagship department store, The Tack Room, in downtown Los Ungulas.
Thinking nothing of it and feeling it was no trouble it would clear my head of anxiety. I drove my 1920 Roamer Roadster to the department store in downtown Los Ungulas. It was overwhelming as I stood in front of the double glass door in front of the establishment. This department store is where the Silverlight unicorn family started all those years ago; went my mother, Susan Shimmering Diamond Silverlight, was struggling humble sale mare at this department store.
Over time my mother earned the respect of the former department store owner. When he retired, he sold the department store to my mother, who rebranded it The Tack Room and became the first mare Tycoon in Equestria. Over time other ponies invested in the tack room. One of those ponies was Miss Filomena Amore Aperture. She was a friend of my mother and a sale mare at the department store like my mother; the next mare to invest in was Miss Lara Borealis, a famous movie star from Applewood.
As I walked through The Tack room's double glass doors, the music played throughout the store was very soothing and relaxing, allowing the consumer to spend just a little longer on the sale floor looking at all the merchandise on the racks and shelves. As I passed the check stands, several sale ponies greeted me as they knew I was one of the owner's foals.
In the distance standing next to a check stand, talking to some of the sale ponies was angelic looking dark blue unicorn mare with a Venetian red mane and tail. Her 6ft 6in athletic equine figure was encased in a white knee-length Charleston flapper dress. Her muscular unicorn legs were covered in black sheer back seam stockings. On her perfectly shaped and sized palatial dark blue immaculate and symmetrical ten-inch long bare feet were red closed-toed Latin ballroom dancing shoes with eight-inch heels. This unicorn mare was Store Manager Seer Silverlight and my younger sister.
"Hey, Seer!" I called as my younger sister heard me and smiled at me before excusing herself. She click-clacked over to me and hugged me.
"Hey, Justice…what brought you over to my department store today?" Seer asked as she sniggers at me; she caught me momentarily looking at her stocking-clad feet.
Out of my two sisters, Seer knows that she has perfectly shaped and sized palatial dark blue immaculate and symmetrical ten-inch long bare feet and has no qualm about showing them off. She is the store manager at our mother’s flagship store here in Los Ungulas.
"Mother sent me to check in at the flagship store for her….If you are not too busy, Seer, would you show me around and tell me any problem you might have here? So I may report it back to Mother.” I said as my younger sister nodded her head and asked me to follow her.
As we walked through the store department by department, Seer gave me a laundry list of concerns and inventory shortages that our mother might want to order more of from her suppliers. The second to last stop for the tour was the store lunch counters, where Seer adds on to the long laundry list for our mother to consider for her.
“I would say that about it, brother.” Seer said with a playful demeanor as she watches me try to write down everything she said.
"Are you sure, Seer? I still have one page left in my notebook that is empty." I said playfully, annoyed with my younger sister. She chuckled into the back of her hand knowing that is quite a laundry list of tasks she placed on the list.
"All right, justice, I'll let you get your revenge on your younger sister…I'll be working late tonight in my office at the store…so come by after the store closes. Mother gave you a key to the office area of the store. (I nodded my head) You may tickle torture your younger sister's feet for a while. With or without or both my stockings on my susceptible feet." Seer offered as she hugged and kissed me on my cheek before she was called away to deal with a situation at a check stand.
After quickly returning the hug and kiss on my younger sister’s cheek, she ran to the check stand to deal with the situation.
As I returned to the department store's main entrance, I passed the mare's shoe department. Sitting on a chair in the department with several shoe boxes around her to try them on was a lovely golden brown unicorn mare with jet black mane and tail.
Her athletic 6ft 3in equine figure was in a wine-red vintage Titanic below-the-knee-length party dress. Her sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous feet were bare as she wore no stockings. This unicorn mare was LUPD chief of police Jamila Nebula the former international police force officer and now the Chief of Police in Los Ungulas as well as my Aunt.
"Hey, Auntie!" I called as she looked up before standing up and pip-popped in her sensuous elegant, pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet and hugged me.
"Hey, Justice…What are you doing at your mother's flagship department store?" Jamila asked as I followed the pip-pops of her bare feet back into the department.
As I sat down in the chair next to my aunt, I couldn't help but look at my aunt's naked feet on full display next to me. Sitting on the floor was a pair of sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet. She had a sensual smooth curved arch high enough to be inviting. It led into the shapely curved ball of her feet and then to her soft rolled heels.
That continues up to her beautiful elegant and refined toes, each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped and painted with the same vintage wine red colored toenail polish, the same color as her dress. Her satiny smooth golden brown soles quickly wrinkle when she scrunches her toes down before the creases smooth out once again when she straightens them. My aunt nervously chuckles with her sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet on full display before me.
"Mother asked me to check in with Seer at her department store. What about you, Auntie?" I asked as I noticed the small box of disposable foot socks sitting on the chair next to my aunt.
"I am invited to a city dinner later this week…so I am looking for new pair of shoes to go with my evening gown," Jamila answered as my aunt reached into the box and pulled out disposable nylon foot socks before slipping them on her naked feet to try on a pair of shoes.
I don't know how my aunt knew, but she repositioned herself in the chair she was sitting in so her other foot was in my reach. I gently took hold of my auntie's foot and rested her curvaceous ankle in the palm of my hand. Why she used the other foot to try on the shoe, she was looking at. My aunt casually chuckled when she felt the nylon disposable foot sock removed from her foot, revealing her barefoot again. I hesitantly rub my thumb on the bridge of my aunt's foot, feeling how smooth the skin on her foot was that she quickly picked up on.
“What is troubling you, Justice?” Jamila asked in her compassionate, caring, and concerned voice as she nodded no before I could reply.
"Don't forget, nephew, how sensitive my feet are…I felt the hesitation when you rubbed your thumb on the bridge of my foot." Jamila said, knowing as I couldn't argue with my aunt's conclusion as my auntie is the most ticklish of my immediate family on her feet.
"Last week at lunch Serena warned me of Marcello Coerce Money," I comment as Aunt's eyes blink incredulously.
Before I knew it, my aunt tore the other nylon disposable foot sock off her other foot before scooping up her purse and shoes. She took hold of my hand and pip-popped in her bare feet over the laminated wood floor of the department store to a quiet and out-of-the-way corner of the store to talk with me in private. Once in that location, she dropped her shoes on the ground and paced nervously back and forth in her sensuous elegant, pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet.
"How in Equestria! Did my nephew get mix-up with Marcello Coerce Money?" Jamila said hotly as, even angered, the pip-pops of my aunt's voluptuous bare feet were rhythmic pacing back and forth over the laminated wood floor.
“Do you know, nephew, just how dangerous that unicorn stallion is!?" Jamila said bluntly, as I could tell by how the pip-pops of my aunt's voluptuous bare feet were slowing down, signaling that she was calming down.
"It was not by choice Aunt Jamila…I was hired by a mysterious pegasi mare to find him…." I commented as Jamila reeled with astonishment at my reply.
"A mysterious pegasi mare? What mare in their right mind would be looking for a despicable unicorn stallion like Marcello Coerce Money?” Jamila asked as my face became drawn watching my aunt's sensuous elegant, and pleasing golden brown voluptuous bare feet slip slowly back into her shoes.
"That I don't know, Auntie…All I know is that the mysterious pegasi mare says she worked for his late father." I comment as my aunt bends down to re-buckle her shoes back on her feet.
"His late father?" Jamila said, questioning as the additional height on my aunt's shoes made her slightly taller than me, 6ft 5in.
"Well, nephew, all the intelligence we have on Mr. Money…is that he has no family to speak of." Jamila comments as we walked together back to the main entrance of the department store to exit.
"That same thing Serena told me, Auntie…plus Serena theorized that the mysterious pegasi mare might work for one of the syndicates," I explained as my aunt Jamila felt uncomfortable when we reached the double-glass door outside. To remedy this, my Aunt Jamila stop bends down and unbuckled her shoes again before removing them from her feet.
"Their nephew…Now I am only slightly a bit taller being in my bare feet…but anyway, nephew, why are the syndicates looking for Mr. Money?” Jamila asked as the gentle pip-pops of his aunt's naked feet returned.
“The International police force intelligence bureau discovered that the syndicates might have a hit out on Mr. Money…Serena has no idea why they put the hit on him." I explain as my aunt Jamila rubs the lower half of her snout with her hand in a contemplative manner.
“So the syndicates put a hit on Mr. Money…Let me work my sources to find out why, nephew." Jamila said as we stood on the sidewalk outside the tack room.
"Maybe by later this week, I have the answer for you, nephew. Anyway, we will talk more at your mother’s manor in Grazing Hill for the monthly family gathering…the whole family will be there this month, and that will allow me to speak to your older sister from the international police force to find out what they know about Mr. Money." Jamila explained as we both departed from the tack room.
After dropping off my notebook with all of Seer's concerns with my mother at her manor, I drove back to my apartment to meet back up with Fleur De Lis Glitter. She informed me yesterday that for most of the day today, she would be busy with numerous meetings she must attend; she would meet up with me later today at my place to learn what I found out.
I started a small pot of water on the stove in the galley-style kitchen of my apartment. I then heard the unmistakable click-clack of heels come down the hall on the meringue glossy ceramic tile approaching my apartment door. Soon I opened the door. Standing in front of my apartment was Fleur De Lis Glitter, attired in a blue v-neck long bias cut sleeveless with flutter sleeves below knee length bowknot flapper dress.
Peeking out from below the hemline of the skirt were tan-colored thigh-high stockings. On her eleven-inch long, elegantly looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty were red/white ankle strap Mary Jane oxford pumps with small kitten heels. As I continued to look the unicorn mare over on her head between her ears, behind her horn was Miss Fisher's black wide-brim convertible posh wool hat. On her slender well-manicured hands were pink lace Lady Mary gloves, and to finish off the outfit, a brown leather cross-body shoulder bag hung off her symmetrical shoulder.
"You look tired, Fleur," I commented as Fleur gave me a gracious smile as she walked into my apartment, and I closed the door behind her.
“Playing the international superstar for all those suits during meetings is an essential skill," Fleur said sarcastically as the click-clacking of her heels was soften by the cityscape gray-colored carpeting of the combination living and dining room of my apartment as I walked her over to the coffee brown sofa.
“So I hope your day was more productive than mine," Fleur said, exhausted but hopeful, as she sat down on the sofa and crossed her long shapely unicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other relaxed.
"Well, yes, Fleur…I got some fascinating information about that Marcello C Money." I said, knowing as I walked into the galley-style kitchen to turn down the fire under the pot before making my way over to Fleur.
“Is this information credible, Justice?” Fleur asked skeptically as she floated her hat and purse onto the coat rack in one corner of the room with my removed suit coat.
“Very credible, Fleur," I said confidently as I sat down on the coffee table in front of her before uncrossing her long shapely unicorn legs and resting them on my lap.
“It seems that Marcello C Money is more than just someone missing, son," I said, insightful as I jiggled her shoes loose from her feet before removing them, resting them on the table behind me, and leaving her in her nylon-clad warm bare feet sitting on my lap.
"More than a missing son?" Fleur said, shocked, as I rested her heels in one hand and brought them up to my nostrils, sniffing them. The soles of Fleur's warm nylon-clad bare feet have the slight funky smell of sweat from wearing her heels all day.
"It seems that Marcello C Money is a loan shark," I say, knowing as I reach under her skirt, find the welts of her stocking, and slide them down her very smooth legs to her shapely ankles.
"A Loan Shark?" Fleur said in disbelief as I slid her nylons off her feet, leaving her naked, awaiting the torment her bare feet would receive.
With her nylons now removed, I stuffed the two nylon bundles into the toes boxes of her shoes, revealing her eleven-inch long elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty painted with a stunning mauve pink nail polish that matches the polish on her fingernails.
As I let Fleur De Lis Glitter compose herself left, sitting on my lap was a pair of elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty; her five toes were slender and perfect with the right amount of softness and give. Her arches were beautiful, with a very smooth radius that accentuated the overall look of her soft slender, and shapely feet.
The balls of her feet and heels were perfectly round. She scrunches her toes down, and the satiny smooth, light gray soles easily wrinkle before smoothing out again. I used my unicorn telekinesis, floated the teapot off the stove, and placed it on the nearby cooling rack next to it. As Fleur processed what I said about Marcello C Money being a loan shark, I retrieved a small wooden apparatus and placed it beside Fleur's naked feet on the coffee table.
This small apparatus I called foot stocks, I carefully placed Fleur's shapely ankles into the holes and locked them in the device. As Fleur regains her composure, a gleeful smile forms on her snout, seeing her elegantly looking light gray mare bare feet with natural beauty trapped in the wooden apparatus.
During one of our stakeouts for a case she was helping me with, she mentioned casually that she wanted some pony to trap her feet and give them a good long tickle to relieve her stress after one of her meetings. We continued to speak about it during the stakeout, and I told her I had this wooden apparatus that would trap her feet, so I could tickle them.
"If Marcello C Money is a load shark…Why would anyone be looking for him?” Fleur asked as I loosely looped a long piece of string around each of her toes stems before tying it to an eyelet on top of the foot stocks to immobilize the toes on her left foot.
“That is where it gets interesting, Fleur?" I said as I looped a second long piece of string around each of her toe stems on her right foot and tied it once again to eyelet immobilize those toes.
"How so, Justice?" Fleur asked as her feet produced anxious sweat with all of her ten toes immobilized by the string and eyelet.
“My confidential source mentions that the syndicates have a hit put on him…My confidential source also has no idea why?" I explain as I taunted her by wiggling my fingers above the perfectly round balls of her feet, causing Fleur to squeal and giggle as she pleaded with justice not to tickle her sweaty feet.
"I wonder why they put a hit on him," Fleur commented as I began to tickle in between Fleur's ticklish toes with the magically created feather, causing Fleur to scream with laughter.
“I wonder why also, Fleur…So I told a second confidential source about it, and she's looking into it." I explain as Fleur explodes with maniacal laughter as I tickle her sweaty feet with the magically created feather.
Poor Fleur was in hysterics in no time; the sensations shot up her long unicorn legs and exploded in her mind. Even with the tickle torture so unbearable on her susceptible, bare feet, Fleur was immensely enjoying the whole experience as all her stress melted away with every ticklish stroke across her satiny smooth, well, care for light gray soles.
A little bit after 4:30 in the afternoon that same day, Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm has just finished her shift at the LUPD and is at her apartment cleaning house attired in a white 1920 above-the-knee length flapper dress with a floral pattern pleated skirt. On her nine-inch long tapered shaped white bare feet were white Oxford sneakers. And folded on her back were her standard-sized multi-colored-feathered bird wings.
She was still hot after discovering that her younger sister Pipp Petals, got involved with a syndicate loan shark even though the loan was meant to save a theater from going bankrupt.
"Damn it! Pipp! That was one of your dumbest ideas! But I understand that theater is your life to sing and dance for the crowd…But still, a syndicate loan shark to get the bits to save the theater?" Zip said, confused and flustered as she continued to vacuum the carpet of her apartment.
Meanwhile, in a seedy part of Los Ungulas, a 1929 Ford Model A deluxe roadster drives down the street looking for a particular mare of the night in an area loaded with so many working mares. Leaning against a metal lamppost was a glamorous-looking pale light grayish violet earth pony mare with a well-styled, very pale arctic blue mane and tail.
Her 5ft 6in very fit equine figure was attired in a beige V-neck beaded fringed Great Gatsby flapper dress. On her head beside her ears was a black flapper feathered headpiece. On her very athletic earth pony legs were black lace-topped thigh-high stockings with a back seam. On her ten-inch long pale, light grayish violet lovely Greek and tapered shaped slender bare feet were white T-strap dancing sandals with a kitten heels.
Through the opening on the toe boxes of her sandals, you can see through the opaque fabric of her nylons that her first two toes are the longest on her feet, and the rest taper off her feet very beautifully. This glamorous-looking earth pony mare was a Private mare escort Angeletta Glamour a self-employed escort mare for the very rich of Los Ungulas.
As the 1920 Ford Model A Deluxe roadster pulls up to the Earth pony mare location, she climbs up on the running board and sticks her equine head through the vehicle's passenger side window.
"Looking for a private mare escort for a social event or Just for fun, stallion?" Angeletta asked very businesslike as she opened the top of her black beaded clutch evening handbag she was holding.
"Get in the vehicle, honey!" A rough stallion voice said bluntly as a dark blue hand reached into her purse, pulling out a twenty-two revolver, better known as a Saturday night special.
“I am not your personal mare! To be ordered around like your other mares! I work for myself, stallion!” Angeletta said hotly as the dark blue hand grabbed her wrist and twisted it, causing pain in her arm.
"If you don't get in this vehicle now, honey! How much work can you do with broken feet and ankles!?" The stallion said, threatening as Angeletta gave a startled gasp with the threat.
"All right, stallion…Their no need to break any part of me. I'll go with you." Angeletta said as her voice broke, and she climbed into the car with the stallion. With Angeletta in the car, the stallion turns the vehicle toward the south and drives out of this seedy part of Los Ungulas as quickly as possible.
"Dang it, Justice…you didn't have to get that rough with me," Angeletta said, miffed as she rubbed her wrist with her hand as Justice twisting her wrist really hurt this time.
"Sorry about that, Angeletta…But I had to preserve your cover as private mare escort." I said apologetically as Angeletta kissed me on my cheek to thank me for preserving her cover.
"It's fine, Justice…I am grateful you got me out of that part of town. Some of those other mares are getting more territorial as new younger mares walk the streets looking for business. Even those I am at the top of the hierarchy being a Private Mare escort for the rich and famous…those low-level mares are looking for any way to get into the higher hierarchy. Taking me out and stealing my clients is a hazard of the job being an undercover police mare." Angeletta explains as she pulls a compact from her purse to freshen up her make-up.
“You used the code ankles and feet…so that means that you need me for an extended period with information…so do you have a quiet and private meeting place so we can talk," Angeletta asked as she finished freshening up her make-up and put the compact back into her purse.
"A nice quiet and private park, Angeletta, away from the city," I mention, a gracious smile forming on Angeletta's snout with a park away from the city. With that, me and Angeletta chit-chatted as I drove to the private park away from the city to begin the meeting.
How I became friends with Police Detective first class Angeletta Glamour was during my days in the patrol office in LUPD. On several occasions, I would arrest the earth pony mare on various misdemeanors to preserve her cover. What solidified our friendship went a rookie officer almost blew Angeletta Glamour's cover, thinking fast I searched the handcuffed mare roughly, something a stallion officer is not allowed to do with a mare suspect.
But the act preserves Angeletta Glamour's cover. Angeletta Glamour also fed me information about the movements of the former Chief of Police, who was trying to hang me out to dry. So I was not surprised went the former Chief of Police made his move to get me out of the department.
"We are here, Angeletta," I said as I pulled into a parking space at the private park away from the city. With that, Angeletta placed her purse on the ground and sat fully on the bench seat of my vehicle, placing her sandal-clad feet on my lap.
"So let's get started, Justice; what information do you want?" Angeletta asked as I unbuckled her sandals and tossed them on the floor with her purse.
"Marcello Coerce Money?" I say as I use my unicorn telekinesis to slide her nylons down her legs and remove them from her feet, tossing them on the ground with her sandals and purse.
Left resting on my lap were two lovely slender and shapely pale, light grayish violets colored Greek and taper-shaped bare feet with bright yellow toenail polish. The bottoms of her beautiful feet were smooth and soft to the touch. Her ten toes were perfectly sized for her foot size. The arches of her feet were the right height with smooth curves. The balls of her feet were smoothly round; the roundness was also in her soft heels.
“Now I see why you used the code ankles and feet and brought me to this private park away from the city. Mr. Marcello Coerce Money is no small fish in the syndicate…He is a major player in syndicate finances."Angeletta said as I rubbed her sore feet for her as we continued talking.
"How big of fish, Angeletta?" I asked as I rubbed the top of her feet with my thumbs, starting at the tips of her toes and moving slowly toward her ankles.
"Let's just say if he was honest, pony, he would be a tycoon," Angeletta commented as I applied light pressure on the arch of her foot right below the ball of her foot, moving one of my thumbs clockwise and my other thumb counterclockwise in small circles as Angeletta softly whinny, enjoying her feet being rubbed.
"That is quite a major player in the syndicate, Angeletta," I replied as I moved my thumbs up and down her Achilles tendon on the back of her calf before moving to her heel using circular motions to rub the skin of her foot with my thumb, which made Angeletta softly whinny again.
“Even if he is a major player in the syndicate, he is not bulletproof, Justice," Angeletta commented as I took hold of her foot in one hand right under her arch. With my other hand, I place my thumb on her big toe and my index finger underneath her big toe. I rotate her toe slightly to one side and pull the toe from top to bottom. I did the same with her toes, loosening and relaxing them.
"How so, Angeletta?" I asked as I slid up and down each of her toes with my fingers causing her to softly giggle as it tickled.
"Mr. Money has hit on himself by the syndicate, Justice," Angeletta explained as I went to work on her other barefoot for her.
“Do you know why, Angeletta?" I asked as I finished rubbing her feet for her. After I finished, she didn't object, went I put the heels of her feet in one hand and brought them up to my nostrils to sniff the smooth and soft soles of her feet.
“You remember went I say he was a major player in the syndicate finances, Justice?" Angeletta comment as I nod my head, still smelling the sweet aroma of the soles of this earth pony mare's feet.
"Well, Mr. Money got greedy with the syndicate's funds and started to take funds off the top. The mob bosses found out about him skimming off the top and placed a hit on him…When Marcello found out, he went into hiding….rumor says he is talking to the Equestrian Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Justice, trying to work a deal for his knowledge of the syndicate books…if they protect him. But I don't know how true that is, Justice." Angeletta explains as a high-intensity spotlight shines in the cab of a 1920 Ford Model A Deluxe roadster.
The high-intensity spotlight belongs to a local police patrol car on patrol in this private park away from the city and spotted my vehicle parked in the lot; we both didn't realize the sun had begun to set. The local police officer asked us to step out of the car.
In that short amount of time, Angeletta didn't have time to put her stockings and sandals back on her feet, forcing her to step out of the vehicle in her lovely slender and shapely Greek and taper-shaped bare feet and stand on the blacktop of the parking lot barefooted as well which look kind of suspicious.
The local earth pony patrol officer stallion did a long slow appraising glance at the barefooted glamorous-looking pale light grayish violet earth pony mare with a well-styled, very pale arctic blue mane and tail went he finished with Angeletta. He did the same to me before asking us to step away from the vehicle so he could search it.
"That officer will find my trick book with my entire clients' list and my Saturday night special in my purse, Justice. That will force us to reveal that I am an undercover mare police officer from LUPD." Angeletta said, her lovely voice edging with tension as I caressed her mane to calm her down.
"I always preserve your cover Angeletta," I said, reassuring as it didn't help ease Angeletta's anxiety about being discovered.
Nauseating spurts of adrenaline course through Angeletta's veins as the local police officer opens up her closed purse sitting on the ground with her sandals and stockings. He searches her bag, finding only the typical items in a mare's purse. He finds her wallet in her purse and takes out her driver's license before walking back to his car and asking Justice to give him his driver’s license. After about an hour, the barefooted Angeletta Glamour and Justice Silverlight are giving back their driver's licenses.
"I suggest, Mr. Silverlight and Miss Glamour, that you take your girlfriend to a hotel in town to complete your business there." The Police officer said with veiled warning as I hugged Angeletta, and she had to stand on the tips of her bare toes to kiss me on my lips.
“Talking about a close call, Justice. Being friends with you is quite exciting." Angeletta said, relieved, as I floated her sandals and stockings onto the seat next to her.
"What I don't get, Justice? How did that officer not find my trick book and Saturday night special in my purse?" Angeletta asked as she put her thigh-high stockings back on her legs and feet.
"I told you, I will always preserve your cover Angeletta…No matter what." I said confidently as Angeletta buckled her sandals back on her feet. A moment later, Angeletta's trick book and Saturday night special pop back into existence and drop on the seat next to her as she blinks with surprise.
"Plus, it doesn't hurt that I can cast unicorn magic without anyone knowing it," I said with a giant Cheshire cat smile on my snout as Angeletta kissed me on my cheek and quickly put the two items back into her purse.
“You are such a wonderful stallion, Justice…What can I do to pay you back.” Angeletta asked as we drove back into the city.
"Next time you finish working in my area of the city, how about stopping by my place for a visit…I have this apparatus that I call the foot stocks. I would love to see how ticklish you are on your feet, Angeletta." I said as she kissed me again as we drove up to a very high-end apartment building in the city.
"It's a date, Justice; I would suggest putting a silent spell on your place went I come over. There will be loud screams of laughter forced from this mare. It might disturb your neighbors." Angeletta said casually as she climbed out of my vehicle and walked up to the main entrance of this very high-end apartment building.
This high-end apartment building is Angeletta Glamour's residence and business center for being a high-end private mare escort for the social elite in Los Ungulas. But to all the other residents of this high-end apartment building, Miss Glamour is a high-paid Private Secretary to some big business wheel in Los Ungulas.
It is a few minutes before sunset as Police officer third class Zip Storm stands barefooted on the balcony of her apartment building wearing the same white 1920 above-the-knee length flapper dress with a floral pattern pleated skirt she has on early, sipping hard apple cider from a small glass in her hand. As the camera pans down to her feet like her sister, her nine-and-one-half-inch white feet are magnificent, flawless, unblemished, tapered, and devoid of toenail polish.
It has been some time since her younger sister Miss Pipp Petals was discharged from the Los Ungulas general hospital into her older sister Miss Zip Storm care, with instruction from the hospital staff for her younger sister continuing care.
Once Pipp arrived at her older sister's apartment, Pipp requested her older sister to take her to her guest bedroom to sleep for a while as it had been quite a trying few days with her precious toes being broken by Marcello as a warning. As Zip helped Pipp to bed, Zip walked down to her sister’s feet and unbuckled her single custom-made dancing shoe from her foot, placing it on the ground next to her other custom-made dancing shoe.
With her sister's shoe removed, Zip pulled the stocking off her younger sister's leg, leaving her barefooted with a cast on the foot with the broken toes. As Pipp Petals' Kiwi green eyes close, Zip bends down and kisses her younger sister on her cheek. Which cause a smile on her younger sister's snout to feel safe with her family.
‘Dammit! Zephyrina Prism Storm, what can I do? I can't call our mother about this! I can tell my chief or hitch about this. It would be a huge scandal for Pipp…A huge theater star like Pipp Petals getting a loan from syndicate loan shark…that will kill her reputation in the theater.’ Zip thought, slamming her barefoot on the balcony floor before taking another drink from the hard apple cider in her hand.
"Huh?" Zip exclaimed, feeling something in the pocket of her floral pattern pleated skirt went she put her hand into her pocket.
“The C and J Detective Agency…That owned by former LUPD Police Detective Third Class Justice Silverlight and former LUPD Police Detective Second Class Cadence Aperture…It says, 'discretion is our priority.'" Zip reads off the business card she held in between her fingers.
'Well, tomorrow is my day off from LUPD….and from the schedule, I have to take Pipp back to the Los Ungulas general hospital for a follow-up appointment with a foot doctor to check her other foot…after that, she has physical therapy for her good foot to keep it limber why toes on her other foot heal.’ Zip thought, figuring out the best time to head over to the Detective Agency to see if they could find Marcello Coerce's money for her.
It was the afternoon of the following day as I sat in the C & J Detective agency with my temporary assistant Miss Fleur De Le Glitter; we had just finished eating our lunch at a local diner, where I filled her in with what I had learned about Mr. Marcello Coerce Money. Fleur sensed my nervousness and mentioned she had a surprise in her shoes for me; after paying our bill, we returned to the agency for the surprise inside her shoes.
This day Miss Fleur De Le Glitter was attired in a white short-sleeve chiffon tie-neck blouse, black high-waist pleated pants, and black/white Sadie oxford shoes. What she wore on her feet remained hidden in the pant leg of her pleated pants. A moment later, the click-clack of heels on the wooden floor echoed in the office as Fleur approached my desk. Once at my desk, she hops up onto my desk and places her foot on my thigh.
"Go ahead, untie my shoe and remove it…to see what's inside it, Justice," Fleur said sweetly as I untied the laces of her shoe.
I reel with astonishment, hearing the scratching sound of the shoe being removed from her nylon-clad foot, and blink with surprise went I remove the shoe revealing a nude colored stocking clad foot. The lighter-colored nylon showed off elegant looking pale gray mare's peasant-shaped barefoot with the natural beauty of this International unicorn Supermodel/Actress.
I used my unicorn telekinesis to untie her other shoe and remove it from her other nylon-clad foot, leaving her in her nylon-clad bare feet. I rested her perfect round heels in the palm of my hand, lifted them up to my nostrils sniffed the sweet aroma of this stunningly gorgeous, light gray unicorn mare with peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
"Tee-hee, Justice…Their surprise, these particular nylons are knee-high. So you can quickly remove them from my feet." Fleur said as I quickly rolled up the pant legs revealing welts of her nylons right below her knees. With one quick tug on the toes of the nylons, the fabric slides down her smooth lower legs and off her feet, revealing her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
With her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty now revealed, I brought them up to my mouth, running my tongue along satiny smooth, light gray soles that easily wrinkle with each slurp of my tongue across the naked soles causing Fleur to softly sign and unleash titter laughter. The soft sign got more profound and more throaty as I sucked on each of her slender and perfect five toes upon her peasant-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
Meanwhile, parking her 1929 Ford Model A deluxe roadster in front of the office building with the C & J Detective agency was Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm. This day Miss Storm is dressed more like a young socialite than a rough-and-tumble LUPD motorcycle officer. She attired in a 1926 navy blue/ivory Wilshire flapper day dress. On her head, between her ears, was a veil-red wool church dress cloche hat with plumy felt.
On her nine-and-one-half-inch long magnificent, flawless, and unblemished tapered shaped white bare feet was a pair of beige patent leatherette T-strap pumps with 3.5-inch kitten heels. And protruding from the hole in front of the shoe was her longer big toe, why rest of her toes tapered off, sporting a thin sheen of light blue nail polish on each of her digits.
Miss Storm walks with a staggered gait as she is not used to wearing heeled shoes, and she wonders how her younger sister can walk in heeled shoes, much less dance in them when she performs on stage. As I finished sucking and tongue tickling each of Fleur's slender and perfect five toes on her feet, she was gulping much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs.
Fleur begged me to stop as I tickled the base of her five toes on each of her feet with my fingers. I only stopped when I noticed a shadow approaching my office's door. Quickly Fleur kicked her black/white oxfords Sadie shoes with her nylons under my desk. Went the door was opened by Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm.
"Greeting mare…How may I help you?" I asked, as Fleur was more used to standing in her bare feet behind my desk.
"Greeting stallion and mare…My name is Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm. I am looking to hire a private investigator to find a pony that has hurt a close relative of mine. This pony has put my close relative's career in jeopardy." Zip explains as I gesture with my eyes to Fleur to get the file from the file cabinet, stating that this agency doesn’t get involved in bounty hunting.
As Fleur pip-popped in her bare feet over to the corner file cabinet to get the file, she left wet footprints on the hardwood flooring with her feet covered with my saliva. She pulled open the top drawer and rifled through the drawer till she found the file she was looking for. Before long, the pip-pops of her bare feet return, walking back to my desk.
“This file…Miss Storm states that this agency doesn’t get involved with bounty hunting which results in the death of locate pony." Fleur said in a business-like voice as she placed the file on the desk before Miss Storm and opened the statement.
"So unless you have a different intent, this client meeting is over, Miss Storm," I said firmly as Zip reached into her purse to retrieve something inside it.
"My name is…Huh?" Zip said but stopped went she noticed the two unicorns chewing on their lip. Before Zip could speak, I took hold of the wallet in her hand and flipped it open.
"That quite a bold move, Miss Storm…Flashing a fake police badge to an Ex-police detective…Especially for the LUPD." I said as Zip's eyes narrowed with contempt toward me, saying it was a fake police badge.
‘Huh? Their small park a few miles outside of town? Meet us there to discuss your case Miss Storm…May I suggest coming to that meeting barefooted.' Zip thought as she read a magical message appearing on a notepad in front of her.
"May I have my wallet back, Mr. Silverlight?" Zip asked as she stood up to leave the office.
"I am sorry, Miss Storm…but I don't want you to be tempted to use this fake police badge again. So I'll keep it for now." I said as Zip nodded her head and left the office. The moment Zip left the office, the sense of being secretly watched was lifted, allowing the two unicorns to talk more freely.
"Fleur, did you sense that powerful deep reconnaissance unicorn spell?" I asked as Fleur hopped up on my desk, crossing her long unicorn legs in front of her.
"I did Justice….That was a more powerful deep reconnaissance unicorn spell than any unicorn can generate." Fleur comments, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Are you thinking an Alicorn generates that spell?" I commented as Fleur nodded her head.
“It only pony species with that much magic power…Now the question comes up." Fleur commented, tapping her fingernail against her lower jaw.
"Why is Alicorn watching us? And who is the Alicorn?" I answer as Fleur floats her knee-high nylons and shoes under my desk to put them back on to leave for the park.
"Correct, Justice," Fleur said as she finished putting her knee-high nylon and shoes back on her feet before hopping off my desk as we left the office for the park.
We drove to Gateway Park, the park some miles away from downtown Los Ungulas to wait for the arrival of Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm. We discussed what Alicorn would be spying on us during the wait and why. Even discussing that subject, we couldn't figure out why any Alicorn would be spying on us. With no definitive answer to that question, we started to discuss Miss Storm.
"Who is Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm?" Fleur asked as I rubbed my lower jaw with my hand.
"Miss Zephyrina Prism Storm….is Police Officer Third Class Zip Storm. She is LUPD motorcycle officer in Los Ungulas Police Department in the elite Metropolita Division in Downtown Los Ungulas Mine and Cadence old Division." I answered as Fleur blinked with surprise.
“She works for LUPD! Why does she need a private investigator?” Fleur inquired as I nodded my head.
“I think I might know who that close relative of hers is in trouble," I said, unsure as Fleur's eyebrows shot up in surprise at my answer.
“Who?” Fleur inquiry
(A few weeks earlier, City of Grazing Hill)
As I was leaving my mother's Spanish revival manor in the City of Grazing Hill located in the county of Los Ungulas, after dropping off the notebook for my younger sister, I heard the rapid click-clacking of heels on the natural select red oak smooth solid hardwood floor of foyer coming up behind me. I turned around, and coming up behind me was my Personal Maid, Diane Sheer; she looked like she wanted to talk to me about something.
"What is up, Diane?" I said as I looked my Personal Maid over from head to foot.
On this day, my personal maid was in her maid's uniform, which consisted of classic black linen above-the-knee-length shirt dress with a white vintage ruffle apron around her waist. What surprised me was that my personal maid wore a pair of ankle-high nude-colored nylon socks with beautiful French lace detail, black swing dance shoes, and kitten heels. On top of her head, between her ears, was a white ruffle maid's headband.
"If you are not in a hurry, master, I have something unusual to tell you about…I don't know if it going to help you with something." Diane said hesitantly as I continued looking at those peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, and elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish in ankle-high nude-colored nylon socks.
"Any information is good information until it becomes useful, Diane. Beside those ankles, high nude-colored nylons sock are screaming at me to remove them." I said as Diane's misty blue eyes shone with pleasure, hoping her master would remove her nylon socks.
With that, we walked deeper into my mother's estate's classic English countryside garden. Until we reach a cast stone pergola with fluted columns distant from the main house. I magically create one large pillow for my personal maid to kneel down on as she unfurls her light blue feathered bird wings from her back to get them out of the way.
Diane scooched back till her back was pressed against the fluted column, so I tied her arms behind her back with magical rope. I then created two magical clamps, locking my maid's long pegasi legs. I moved down to her ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, elegant mare bare feet with cardinal red toenail polish.
I unbuckled her black swing dance shoes with kitten heels setting them to the side, leaving me staring at her supple, smooth, light blue soles through the sheer fabric of her nylon socks. I wasted no time and slipped the nylon socks off her feet, stuffing them into the toe boxes of her shoes.
I could smell the sweet aroma of my personal maid's light blue feet waft into my nostrils as I was lying on my belly above her naked feet. I wrapped my tongue around the first, second, and third toes of her foot because they were the same length which caused Diane to suddenly gasp, unable to see what I was doing to her helpless foot.
I teased and sucked on Diane's first, second, and third toes for some time; during that time, she sighed with contentment; it felt so excellent for her master to be sucking on her toes. Diane suddenly yelped went I unexpectedly moved to her last two toes that tapered off her foot. I isolated Diane's pinky toe with my tongue. I manipulated that digit with my tongue as Diane fought to control her laughter from her sensitive pinky toe being teased.
I traced the contours of my personal maid's light blue foot with the end of my tongue revealing each crease and fold of the smooth skin on the underside of her ten inches long peasant-shaped light blue, naturally beautiful slender, and elegant mare barefoot with cardinal red toenail polish.
I released the clamp held the legs of my personal maid and gently bent her leg up. I pressed her supple curved heel against the palm of my hand, and on the other hand, I pressed down her long dazzling shapely lovable toes with a slight plush to them, with the smooth, light blue skin on the underside of foot taut. I could feel her toes try to curl and splay in my hand as I sucked on her curved, shapely, and refined arch.
"By all the sun's mercies! I beg you, master, please stop sucking on my arch? I can't take any more stimulation!" Diane's voice edged with tension as her marehood was overstimulated, with her master concentrating solely on that foot the whole time.
"Huh! I am sorry, Diane." I said, ashamed as I freed my personal maid from her predicament as she drew her long pegasi legs onto the large pillow she was kneeling on after being free.
I watch in amazement as my personal maid, with just a few deep cleansing breaths, took control of her overstimulated marehood, calming her sleeky muscular equine figure back to normal. She reached out, running her slender well-manicured hand along the lower half of my snout went she noticed my face was etched in desperation.
"Don't be ashamed, master; I know you didn't mean to push your personal maid to her sexual limits…It was your heavy stress that caused you to push me to my limits. I know the good care for soft bare feet of a mare relieve your stress. That's why you like mare's feet so much…you tickle them and worship them as it is one part of mare's body that wouldn't embarrass them." Diane said, caring and forgiving as I floated her shoes from behind to in front of her.
"Thank you, Diane," I said as I hugged my personal maid, and she returned my hug.
“Now Diane, what did you want to tell me?" I asked as Diane allowed me to pull one of her legs straight and rest it on my thigh as a feather caressed smooth, light blue skin on the underside of her foot, causing her long dazzling shapely lovable toes with slight plush to them to curl and splay habitually.
"The other day, while visiting a friend at the hospital, I overheard two nurses talking about a LUPD police officer visiting a patient," Diane explains as I lift her foot up and rub it against my cheek, feeling the smooth and soft skin against my cheek.
"That's not too unusual, Diane," I commented, bringing her foot close to my mouth and kissing that foot, holding much back so as not to cause the same thing to happen.
"Yes, I know that master….but what was unusual was that the patient was a Miss Pipp Petals…she was a famous Singer/dancer from the Manhattan theater scene, but beyond that, she was virtually unknown in the entertainment industry here. Plus, that officer mentions someone named Marcello Coerce Money." Diane said as my face glazed with shock at what my personal maid said.
