These stories take place in the altered universe of The Celestia Experience two, were Princess Celestia is not longer a monarch but a Chief Executive officer of the dayspring corporation in Los Ungulas in Coltifornia. If you want to check out this altered universe read the stories called The Celestia Experience Two in the experience files (volume 2). This series of Experience file at special experience files which means they have their own title and can take place in any of the time lines of Celestia Experience two.
The charity talent show was in full swing as I stood on stage left with my three magician assistants, looking at the audience watching the charity event. Who am I…I am a majestic and handsome-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with a short textured cut crimson red mane and tail. My 6ft 5in athletic equine figure was attired in a stylish three-piece suit design by renowned Los Ungulas Fashion Designer Rarity Radiance and a good friend.
Shiny black lace-up dress shoes were on my twelve-inch long dark blue socked bare feet. I am a unicorn stallion by the name of Justice Silverlight, the Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation and the husband of Celestia Silverlight, as well as the magic act for the charity talent show for Filly and Colt home in Los Ungulas.
As for my three Magician assistants, my first assistant was a gorgeous pearly purple unicorn mare with a fern green mane and tail. Her 5ft 9in curvaceous equine figure was attired in a black fancy dress tailcoat and silver short-sleeve leotard. Why, on her long and shapely pearly purple legs were jet black small diamond patterned fishnet tights.
And on her eleven-and-one-third inch, long, flawless, and unblemished shaped pearly purple bare feet with baby blue colored toenail polish were black stiletto heel pumps with a 3.27-inch heel. This unicorn mare was Chief Creative Officer Emerald Luster for the Dayspring Corporation and my friend.
My second magician assistant was a gorgeous-looking white pegasi mare with a Spanish blue mane and tail. Her physically fit 5ft 7in equine figure was attired in a black fancy dress tailcoat and silver short-sleeve leotard.
On her ten-inch long, flawless, and unblemished white peasant-shaped bare feet with electric red toenail polish were black stiletto heel pumps with a 3.27-inch heel. Plus, folded on her back were her standard-sized white-feathered bird wings. This Pegasi mare was Chief Purser Anita Storm chaser, a flight attendant employed by Equestria Airlines, and another friend of mine.
As for my final magician assistant, she was a stunning, gorgeous light gray unicorn mare with a pastel magenta whitewashed streaked mane and tail. Her 5ft 10in curvy equine figure was in a fancy black dress tailcoat and silver short-sleeve leotard.
On her eleven-inch long, elegantly looking light gray mare's bare feet with natural beauty were black stiletto heel pumps with a 3.27-inch heel. This unicorn mare was Unicorn Supermodel Fleur De Lis Glitter and another friend of mine. Like Emerald, these two mares wore jet black, small diamond-patterned fishnet tights on their long, shapely equine legs.
"Hey! Justice, wake up. We are finished with our act…the stage manager wants us off the stage for dress rehearsal to continue." Fleur said tapping me on my shoulder, bring me back to reality.
"Huh!? Oh, sorry Fleur…I forgot it was a dress rehearsal." I said, following my three magician assistants' stage left to leave the stage, allowing the stagehands to exchange the props for the next act.
A few minutes later, in the dressing room assigned to our act backstage. My three mares looked so fetching in their magician female assistant costumes; what was the most exciting was that all my mares were pip-popping in their fishnet-clad bare feet, showing off their stellar pedicures as they removed their black stiletto heel pumps with 3.27-inch heels to give their feet a break from the shoes. As Emerald and Anita were conversing, I heard the soft pip-pops of mare's stocking-clad bare feet walking up behind me and felt a hand placed on my shoulder.
"May I join you on the sofa, Justice?" The mare's voice asked behind me. The voice belonged to the first magician assistant, Fleur De Lis Glitter. Due to her having the most experience on stage, Miss Fleur De Lis Glitter is my principal performance assistant during the magic act.
"Sure, Fleur," I said as she leaped over the back of the sofa and landed right next to me before she crossed her long and shapely unicorn legs in front of her, one knee tossed casually over the other.
"So what happen, Justice? You were lost for a moment during the dress rehearsal." Fleur asked as she allowed me to set her stocking-clad barefoot that she held in midair on my lap for the moment.
"I just got lost…my nerves got the best of me again, Fleur…It's just standing in front of the audience is something I don't do often." I explained as Fleur repositioned her body, placing the foot on the ground on my lap to not hurt herself in an unnatural position.
“That what we Supermodel call stage fright…It's fine, that's why I am your first performance assistant…Just focus on me, Justice. It's scary, but your performance is perfect…I promise." Fleur said reassuringly as I would typically tickle this elegantly looking light gray mare's stocking-clad barefoot with natural beauty sitting helplessly on my lap. Still, I could only gently rub her stocking-clad barefoot because of my nerves.
It was the evening of the charity talent show. The whole show went very smoothly. Every performance went perfectly. The highest rate performance was the magic act of Justice Silverlight and his three gorgeous magician mares assistants. This high praise has only helped to increase the already frayed nerves of Justice Silverlight to the point that as soon as the show was over, he disappeared into the dressing room and didn’t want to come out.
In the hallway just outside the dressing room of the empty Orpheum Theater in downtown Los Ungulas were Emerald, Anita, and Fleur, the three magician mare's assistants, discussing how to get Justice out of the dressing room.
"So, mares, what do we do? To get Justice to come out of the dressing room?" Fleur inquired to the other mares.
"We all know what Justice likes to do to us…That will get him out of the dressing room and calm his nerves." Anita comments, tapping her high-heeled foot on the ground.
"He loves nothing more than to tickle our bare feet…with or without our stocking on," Emerald commented as all three mares swallowed a lump in their throats and had a chill running down their spines.
"Even those all three of us enjoy having our feet tickled by Justice. We must make it fun for all of us…as well as Justice." Emerald continued her thought as the slow click-clack of Fleur's stiletto heels echoed backstage as she walked into the props-holding area of the theater to see what they had to work with.
'Ok, we have the backdrop for the torture chamber scene of our act…we also have the rack, the foot stocks, and the box used for the escape trick…All three tricks have our ankles trapped to give a sense of helplessness to the audience.' Fleur thought, tapping her well-manicured finger against the lower half of her snout, putting the whole scene together in her mind.
"Hey! Mares! Come here!" Fleur called as the rapid click-clack of stiletto heels echoed backstage as Emerald and Anita joined Fleur in the props holding area.
"Yes, Fleur." The other two mares asked as they joined her in the holding area of the Orpheum Theater.
"Let's reset up the torture chamber scene…during the performance, we had to escape from the devices as part of the trick…but this time, we will not escape from the devices…we will allow Justice to tickle our stocking-clad feet. Why trapped in devices…that will snap Justice out of his mood." Fleur explained as all three mares' stomachs knotted with being trapped in the devices while having their feet tickled.
With a quick nod from all three ponies' heads, the magician mare's assistant reset the torture chamber scene of their magic act. With all the devices now in place in the location, Fleur wrote the name of each of the devices on three long sticks and asked each mare to draw one.
One by one, each mare drew a stick from Fleur's hand to find out which device each mare would be in. Anita was first to draw, and she pulled out the rack; how Anita would be positioned with her arms above her head, her whole body can be tickled along with her feet. Next to draw was Fleur; she drew the double stocks, which means that her long legs can be tickled along with her feet. Emerald pulled the box.
Being the most ticklish on her feet, the box is not the first choice for this very touchy unicorn mare to be trapped in, as her feet would be sticking out the other end of the box. Justice would have the most fun with her as she can't tell when Justice would begin tickling her. The only thing she would know would be that her shoes had been removed from her feet. With the lots drawn, each mare helps each other get set up on their devices. With the double stocks being the easiest to get into, Fleur was sent to bring Justice to the stage.
"You know something Anita…I don't know if we were just set up by Fleur…or it was just fate that we drew the device to maximize the most ticklish part of us?" Emerald comments as Anita moves her wings to become more comfortable.
"Don't think about it that way, Emerald…Just think we are helping Justice as always, allowing him to tickle us. Being set up or fate has nothing to do with this." Anita said profoundly as both mares chuckled before hearing the click-clack of heels approaching the stage from the dressing rooms.
Fleur De Lis Glitter comes from the Orpheum Theater's dressing room area with a very reluctant Justice Silverlight. Justice's cobalt blue eyes blink incredulously, seeing two of his Magician mare's assistants in two of his magical devices.
"Huh? What is going on, Fleur?" I asked as Fleur stood next to the opened double stocks waiting for me, allowing me to see my trapped magician mare assistant in each device.
"I and your other mares…decided to let you tickle our helpless stocking-clad bare feet. To cheer you up. In the show, we had to escape from the devices…this time, our feet are up for the tickling." Fleur explained as she kissed me on my cheek before she asked me to help lock her in the double stocks.
I helped my magician mare assistant, Fleur De Lis Glitter, into the double stocks. She sat down on the cushioned bench to the rear of the device, stretching out her long and shapely nylon-clad unicorn legs in front of her, resting them in the lower half of the device. I push down the top half of the stocks onto Fleur's legs before locking them in place with a heavy-duty gate flip latch.
Once her legs were secure, she rested her slender wrists in the lower half of a smaller set of stocks in front of her, and I once again pushed down the top half to secure her hands. Before starting, I went from each of my trapped mares and kissed each one on the cheek.
"I will have so much fun with your trapped feet, Emerald," I said, pleased, as Emerald nodded.
"I know you will...May I ask a favor…? (Nodding my head) Please rip my stocking open when you get to me and tickle my bare feet." Emerald asked as I kissed her on her lips, suggesting tickling her bare feet.
After agreeing to Emerald's favor, I started with Fleur De lis Glitter trapped in the double stocks. I crouched in front of Fleur and slowly slipped her stiletto pumps off her feet. With her pumps removed, left revealed were a pair of elegantly looking light gray mare's Egyptian-shaped bare feet with natural beauty locked in fishnet stockings. Her big toe was the longest on her feet. The rest of her slender and perfect four toes taper beautifully off her feet at a forty-five-degree angle, the ideal ratio.
Her normal-shaped arches were beautiful, with a very smooth radius that accentuated the overall look of her slender feet. The balls of her feet and skinny heels were perfectly round, complementing the overall shape of her Egyptian-shaped feet. As she scrunched her toes down, the satiny, smooth, light gray soles easily wrinkled before smoothing out again through her hosiery's sheer fabric.
"Well-well…" I said as I sniffed the satiny, smooth, light gray soles through the sheer fabric of her hosiery, picking up the floral scent that permeated her gorgeous feet locked in double stocks.
"Huh?!" Fleur exclaimed, hearing her fishnet stocking ripped open, exposing her satiny, smooth, light gray soles. As I widened the rip on her stocking, my fingers danced along the soft skin on the bottom of her feet, causing her to softly chuckle.
"Oh, my dear Fleur…I am going to make your soles much more slick. But not just yet. I have two other feet to torture first….I'll be back." I said with a smile as Fleur's body shuddered, knowing how ticklish her bare feet would become with lotion or oil applied to them.
My next stop was the horizontal rack trapped on that device with her arms above her head, which was the second magician mare's assistant, Anita Stormchaser. I assaulted her armpits for a few minutes until she huffed and puffed. I torment the outstretched pegasi mare by running my finger down her nylon-clad leg until I reach her feet. Like before, I slowly slip her stiletto pumps off her feet. With her pumps removed, left revealed were a magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished white ten-inch long slender and grand tapered shaped bare feet locked in fishnet stockings.
The normally shaped arches on both her feet were delightfully curved and led into a gentle round ball of her foot. Why the other end of her arches led into supple curved heels. That continues to shapely toe stems topped with ten equally beautiful shaped toes; each toenail is beautifully trimmed, shaped, and painted with electric red toenail polish. On closer inspection of Anita's feet, her two big toes were the longest on her feet. The rest of her attractive toes taper off the end of her feet very beautifully at the same forty-five-degree angle, the perfect ratio.
I admire the richly soft, milky white soles that showed no hint of roughness or callousness through the sheer fabric of her hosiery. I once again ripped open the fishnet stocking, exposing the richly soft, milky white soles of her feet; Anita suddenly arched her back, not expecting my tongue to be applied to the bare skin of her trapped feet at that moment.
"Your bare soles always taste so sweet, Anita…It will be fun tormenting those bare soles with my tongue…I'll be back." I say as I move over to my last trapped mare, third magician mare assistant, Emerald Luster, trapped in the box.
Emerald's sky-blue eyes were haunted by inner anxiety after hearing the other magician mare assistant laughing. Justice tore open their fishnet stockings, exposing the bare soles of their feet.
As I approach Emerald Luster trapped inside the magical box, a wicked smile forms on my snout. Of my three magician mares, assistant Miss Emerald Luster was my one-time high school girlfriend, so I know a lot about her and how to mess with her being trapped in the box.
"Huh!" Emerald exclaimed as she felt me slowly slip her stiletto pumps off her feet. I haphazardly tossed her pumps on stage, causing her ears to stand up when the shoes hit the location nearby.
With her pumps removed, left revealed were her magnificent pair of flawless and unblemished pearly purple eleven-and-one-third inch slender and elegant Egyptian style bare feet locked in her fishnet stockings. The normal shaped arches on both her feet had delicate curves that led into a smooth round ball of her feet. Why the other end of her arches led into supple, round-shaped heels.
Continue up to shapely toe stems topped with ten symmetrical shaped toes, with her big toes being the longest on her feet. The rest of her glamorous, long, slender toes taper off the end of her feet beautifully at a forty-five-degree angle, the perfect ratio. Her pedicure toes are beautifully trimmed, shaped, and painted with baby blue colored nail polish. Like the skin on the bottom of Anita's feet, Emerald's skin looked creamy and soft through the sheer fabric of her hosiery.
"Huh???" Emerald exclaimed as she felt me gently caressing the contours of her nylon-clad creamy soft feet with my fingers.
The more I continued caressing her susceptible nylon-clad creamy soft feet, the faster her heartbeat went, and her blood pressure rose in her curvaceous equine figure. Unlike the other two mares, I rip open their fishnet stocking, exposing their feet. I created cobalt blue scissors to cut open her stockings and slowly extract her creamy, soft feet from inside her fishnet stocking.
“By all the mercies of the sun!! Stop caressing my susceptible nylon-clad creamy soft feet like that, Justice!" I shriek as I suddenly feel a cool breeze on my now bare feet.
“Don’t dare, Justice!!” I shouted as the caressing continued along the contour of my now naked feet, building more and more sexual energy in my curvaceous equine body.
"No!!! Not that, please!!! Get your fingers out of my arches!!!" I screamed as I felt his fingers tracing the contour of my highly sensitive arches on both my feet, causing more sexual energy in my body.
I got even more nervous when he stopped tracing the contours of my highly sensitive arches on the bottom of both my feet and started tracing the shapes of each of my glamorous, long, slender digits on the end of my feet every so slowly. He tickled the toe pad of my toes every so often, building more and more sexual energy in my body. I felt his warm breath on the tips of my curling, splaying glamorous, long, slender toes.
“By all the mercies!!! Don't dare!!!!" My voice exploded as I whipped my equine head wildly from side to side when I felt a warm liquid run down my longer, big toes.
Down balls of my feet before following the contours of my highly sensitive shaped arches and dropping off my supple, round-shaped heels onto the cushion my naked feet were resting on. In that next moment, I felt all ten of my glamorous, long, slender toes enter a cavernous opening, followed immediately by solid suction on all my digits at once. At that moment, I unleash a very gratifying moan, releasing all that build-up sexual energy in my curvaceous equine body before returning to normal, exhausted but satisfied.
It has been about six months since my adopted niece, Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture for the Dayspring corporation, reunited with her long lost birth mother, high-end Jewelry designer Filomena Amore Aperture, the owner and operator of Jeweled Saddle Jewelry Company, a high-end custom jewelry-making business in the city of Grazing Hills in Los Ungulas in Califoalnia.
During those six months, Cadence has visited her birth mother on numerous occasions, sometimes alone or with her husband, Galeron Shining Armor Sparkle. The two mares have learned all about each other after twenty-one years apart. On this day, I drove to Filomena's English revival manor home in the city of grazing hills carrying the proofs for her Jewelry advertising campaign done by the Dayspring Corporation.
Who am I…I am a majestic and handsome-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with a short textured cut crimson red mane and tail. My 6ft 5in athletic equine figure was in a Limelight yellow short-sleeve solid interlock polo shirt and gray asphalt-colored tapered athletic fit jeans. On my twelve-inch long socked dark blue bare feet were taupe black lace-up sneakers. I am Chief Marketing Officer Justice Silverlight for the Dayspring Corporation and CEO Celestia Silverlight's husband.
As I parked my white crystal-powered Jaguar XE 25t premium in front of Miss Filomena Amore Aperture's home, I reached into the backseat to retrieve my portfolio with the proofs for her Jewelry advertising campaign to review.
'I could have asked her to come to Canterlot Trade Center in downtown Los Ungulas to review the proofs for her Jewelry advertising campaign. But after finding out, she's very open, like her daughter Cadence…to allowing me to look at her twelve and two-third-inch Egyptian wickedly gorgeous and exquisite, curvy and slender grayish heliotrope colored lovely slender Egyptian bare feet…How can I not meet her at her home? For some fun with her Egyptian shaped wickedly gorgeous and exquisite curvy and slender grayish heliotrope colored lovely slender bare feet.’ I thought as I made my way up to the front door of her home, hoping she had a pair of shoes that could be easily removed from her feet.
"After the meeting, of course," I comment to myself as I knock on the front door of Filomena Amore Aperture's home, waiting for her to answer.
Slowly, the one-lite, one-panel spectrum satin glass lead mahogany front double door is opened by a Glamorous-looking grayish heliotrope-colored Alicorn mare with a well-styled pale, light grayish arctic blue mane and tail. Her 5ft 1in lovely equine figure was attired pineapple yellow mare’s perfect blouse and black mare's high rise curvy skinny fit jeans. Her long, muscular Alicorn legs were hidden by the pant legs of her jeans. And folded on her back were her large heliotrope colored feathered bird wings.
Poking out from the bottom hem of her jeans were white cotton quarter-length socks, and on her twelve and two-third-inch Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, and exquisite curvy slender grayish heliotrope-colored lovely slender Egyptian shaped bare feet were white mare sneakers.
This Alicorn mare was high-end Jewelry designer Filomena Amore Aperture, the owner and operator of Jeweled Saddle Jewelry Company, and my adopted niece, Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle, her long lost birth mother.
"(a smile formed on Filomena's snout) Welcome, Justice. Did you bring the proofs of my Jewelry advertising campaign to review and approve?” Filomena asked as she let me into her home.
"I did Filomena…Hopefully, you approve of the proofs…so on Monday, I can give the okay to Emerald." I answered as I heard Filomena playfully chuckle when she caught me taking a quick look at her sneakers-clad feet after she closed her front door.
“That unicorn mare…Her name is Emerald Luster; she is a quite creative mare. I have been very impressed with her creativity for my Jewelry advertising campaign…to the point that I asked her to recommend a nail salon in town.” Filomena said nonchalantly as she tapped her finger against the lower half of her snout.
"Oh, you did, Filomena…well, Emerald is quite good at recommending nail salons around town. My wife uses the Orchid Salon to look her best for all her manicures and pedicures." I commented as I noticed the subtle smile on her snout.
"The Orchid Salon is the one she recommended to me…So yesterday, I made an appointment with the business for a manicure and pedicure to test them out." Filomena explained as we walked into her medium-sized great room so she could look over and approve the proofs.
This was the first time I saw her medium-sized great room perfectly. All the walls in the room were painted in a linen-white color scheme with a light gray strip near the top of the ceiling. On the north-facing wall, it had two large three-panel sliding windows; on the west wall, it had a single large arched window. Situated just in front of a sizeable arched window was a gray Chrestner dining table with four chairs.
Right before us, left of the opening, was a white Tanavi five-piece modular sectional. Across from the sectional was a two-piece loveseat, and right of the sectional was a three-piece sofa. Right in the middle of this seating area was an oversized accent ottoman. Most of the room was lit by stunning pendant lighting, and over the dining table was gorgeous ceiling lighting.
With that, we walked over to the gray Chrestner dining table in front of the large arched window, which allowed plenty of natural light onto the table. I unzip the portfolio with proofs and lay them out how they appear in the advertising campaign. For the next few minutes, Filomena reviewed the proofs with a fine toothcomb, rearranging the order of the proofs to her liking. When Filomena finished with a few changes to the order of the advertising campaign, the Alicorn mare had a massive smile on her snout and signed off on the project.
"With you signing off with the project, Miss Aperture…on Monday, I can hand it over to Emerald…so…." I said as I was cut off by Filomena as I was putting the proofs back into the portfolio.
"You want to get at my feet, Mr. Silverlight…It would be my pleasure. It's a good thing I just got back from a shopping trip…My feet are a bit sore from walking around the mall…Even those I was wearing comfortable sneakers." Filomena explains as I follow her over the great room's sitting area.
She plopped down on one end of the two-piece modular loveseat and waited for me to sit on the other end. She put her feet onto my lap once I got comfortable on the loveseat. I slowly untied the laces of her sneakers and took them off her feet. I was immediately hit by the citrus scent of lemons wafting off her socked feet resting on my lap and the lovely shape of her feet locked in her socks.
I slowly rolled the socks up her feet, tickling each exposed section as they were revealed till her toes were revealed. I couldn't believe how velvety smooth the skin on the bottom of Miss Aperture's feet was. It would instinctively wrinkle up from the slight touch of my fingers on them. As I tossed the shoes and socks away, left resting on my lap were her twelve-and-a-half-inch long Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, and exquisite curvy grayish heliotrope colored bare feet with dandelion yellow toenail polish.
Her typically shaped arches were exquisitely shaped with a generous smooth curve to them, making her naked feet very appealing and high enough to be inviting. The midfoot led into luscious, curved, soft round balls of her feet that smoothly flowed into soft round heels, accentuating her Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, exquisite, sexy, curvy feet.
It continues up to her forefoot, containing her shapely toe stems topped with ten shapely but superb elegant toes. I could clearly tell that her big toes were the longest on her feet. The rest of her toes gently taper off the end of her feet at the ideal forty-five-degree angle. I could see with her socks removed that the grayish heliotrope-colored soles of her feet were velvety smooth and easily wrinkled. She scrunched her toes down before smoothing out once again as she straightened them.
I rested her soft round heel in the palm of my hand and pressed the other hand against the top of her foot. I brought her foot up to my snout, and using the side of my tongue, I licked the edge of her foot from her heel to her toes. Instantly, the skin on the bottom of Filomena's foot scrunches up as her shapely but superbly elegant toes curled and splayed in response to my tongue, tracing the contour of the side of her bare foot.
I unleash an audible gasp as Justice's rough tongue traced the contours of the side of my barefoot he rested in the palm of his hand. My long, muscular Alicorn leg instinctively tensed up from his tongue, licking the side of my foot; the well-done pedicure I had done a few weeks ago only increased the sensitivity of my already hopelessly ticklish foot. My moderate arctic blue eyes widened in alarm as he eyed the exquisitely shaped, generously smooth curved arch of my other foot that was very appealing and high enough to be inviting.
I shook my equine head wildly no as Justice's cobalt blue eyes were locked on my very ticklish, smooth, curved arch. I knew the only way to escape the torment of my delicate, soft, curved, arch was to fly away. I readied my feathered bird wings to extend from my back to escape. But Justice, being very familiar with the bare feet of a female Alicorn, quickly pressed a point on the sole of my foot, causing my wings to refuse to open; before I could get it going, he pressed a second point on the sole of my foot, blocking my magic use.
With my wings and magic rendered useless, Justice created two deep royal blue spikes out of his pure magic energy and replaced his fingers with the spikes. The blunt ends of the two tips kept firm pressure on the two points on the sole of my foot, leaving me helpless.
With me helpless, Justice moved forward, sitting between my legs; I tried my best to dislodge the spikes pressing the points on the sole of my foot by flexing my foot.
But to no avail; the darn spikes moved along with each of my movements, continuing to keep pressure on the two points on the bottom of my foot. My equine face grows chalky. I was focusing on the two spikes on the bottom of my foot. I never realized that Justice held my other foot; he brought that foot up to his snout and used the side of his tongue to trace the contour of my exquisitely shaped, generously smooth curve arch.
The assault of his tongue in my arch throws me into bouts of uncontrollable laughter. This lasted for only a few minutes, but it felt like forever to me. As I caught my breath, Justice dispelled the two spikes, pressing the two points on the bottom of my foot. He pushed together my shapely ankles and tied a magic rope around them to secure them. Using either end of the magic rope, he tied them around my longer big toes, gently pulling them back, hindering my toe wiggles.
With my feet very secure, he rested my smooth, soft, round heels in the palm of his hand and brought them up once again in front of his snout. I unleashed a prolonged squeal as his tongue glided effortlessly along the velvety smooth grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of my feet.
'I am in heaven…It had been so long since I allowed any stallion to make love to my Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, exquisite, sexy, curvy feet…Oh, this feels so wonderful upon the velvety smooth grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of my feet. By all the mercies, don't lick my exquisitely shaped, generously smooth curved arches. My Alicorn body can't take any more stimulation.’ I thought as my moderate arctic blue eyes darted maniacally about picking out objects from around my great room as he continued gliding his tongue across the expanse of the velvety smooth grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of my feet.
‘I could feel Filomena’s Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous and exquisite, sexy, curvy feet begin to tense up each time my tongue was applied to her, even increasing sensitivity upon the velvety smooth, grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of her feet.' I thought as my tongue continued, causing the velvety smooth grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of her feet to wrinkle under the pressure of my tongue.
Filomena suddenly grunted as my tongue entered into the exquisitely shaped, generously smooth curved arches of her feet that were very appealing and high enough to be inviting. Filomena groaned, very satisfied as my tongue played in her feet' exquisitely shaped, generously smooth curved arches. But I was not done with her Egyptian wickedly gorgeous and exquisite, sexy curvy feet. I gently set her smoothly flowing, soft round heels back down on the two-piece modular loveseat.
I dispelled the magic rope holding her longer big toes set them free, and once again brought her tied feet up to my mouth, and in turn, I sucked on each of her taste eight smaller shapely but superb elegant toes one by one. The moment I sucked on her longer big toes, she unleashed a prolonged deep throaty moan went she climaxed. It was that very moment that I was waiting for to begin torturing those Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, and exquisite, sexy, curvy feet of Miss Aperture.
I securely wrapped my arm around her tied Egyptian-shaped, wickedly gorgeous, and exquisite sexy curvy feet, exposing the velvety smooth grayish heliotrope-colored wrinkly bare soles of her feet. I created a stiff magic feather and slowly stroked the wrinkly bare soles of Filomena's overstimulated feet from her climax.
The sudden assault on her overstimulated feet caused her to squirm and buck wildly on the loveseat as her Alicorn body was susceptible to her climax. I continued torturing those velvety smooth grayish heliotropes colored wrinkly bare soles of her feet for several hours, not allowing her to climax again.
"By the sun's blessing, Mercy!" I screamed the safe words we agreed on during our phone conversation to set up our meeting.
“I must say Filomena…You have more endurance than your own daughter does…After one hour, she would scream for the tickle torture to stop. Unless she was into it." I commented, dispelling the magic rope from around Filomena's ankles to free her.
"My daughter mentioned that you were quite good at tickling and making love to the barefeet of mares, Mr. Silverlight," I said with great respect as Justice massaged my overstimulated feet, calming my overexcited nerve ending in my feet.
“(bring Filomena barefeet up to my nostril) Plus your feet, Filomena…have that wonderful cinnamon and vanilla scent from your moisturizer that you rub on your feet to keep them supple," I said, complementing as it caused Filomena to shyly chuckle and blush as I continued sniffing her Egyptian-shaped wickedly gorgeous, and exquisite, sexy, curvy feet.
"My daughter also mentions that you are quite a flatterer, especially when a mare has sexy curvy feet like me," I said, flatter as Justice examined the stellar pedicure on my ten shapely but superb elegant long toes.
"You have perfect wrinkles upon those velvety smooth grayish heliotropes colored wrinkly bare soles of your, Filomena. Just like your daughter Cadence." I commented as Filomena nodded, allowing me to suck on the longer, shapely but superbly elegant big toe of her sexy curvy foot.
“(Softly moans) My longer, shapely but superbly elegant big toes of my sexy curvy feet are really enjoying being sucked on," I said, savoring the suction being applied to my five shapely but superbly long toes of my sexy curvy foot.
As Justice was starting to suck on the other five toes of my left sexy curvy foot, we both heard the front door of my home open and the click-clack of shoes on the rustic natural-colored oak smooth engineered hardwood flooring of my foyer coming toward the great room. Through the opening appears my daughter Cadence Sparkle Aperture wearing a green round-neck short-sleeve blouse and slim-fit jeans with casual strap sandals.
She casually walks into the great room and hugs and kisses me as usual. My daughter follows that up by hugging and kissing her uncle Justice before sitting on the oversized accent ottoman in front of the two-piece modular loveseat in the room to wait. I gape in stunned silence when Justice casually asks Cadence to remove her mare's desert breeze adobe princess strap sandals with flat heels from her slenderly gracefully rounded, gorgeous pair of light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with bright blue toenail polish.
I swallowed a lump in my throat, and without hesitation, my daughter Cadence reached down to her sandals and unbuckled the adjustable straps on them, taking them off. I was dumbfounded. As if my daughter could read her uncle's mind, she stood up and pip-popped to the other side of the loveseat behind him before graciously placing her slenderly gracefully rounded gorgeous pair of light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with bright blue toenail polish onto the loveseat.
The surprise continued for me as Justice, and my daughter Cadence started a casual conversation between them as her uncle played with her slenderly, gracefully rounded, gorgeously shaped pair of light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with bright blue toenail polish. As if they forgot about me, I pip-popped in my Egyptian wickedly gorgeous and exquisite curvy bare feet over to my bar to serve myself hard apple cider on the rocks and wait.
"Huh?" I exclaimed, setting my glass down on top of the bar.
"Your feet are not getting away that easily, Mother! Bring those Egyptian wickedly gorgeous and exquisite curvy bare feet back over to this loveseat now…My uncle wants to torture both our feet at the same time." Cadence says, insisting as I pip-popped back over to the loveseat, replacing my bare feet on Justice's lap with my daughter.
For the remainder of that day into the evening, my home was filled with maniacal laughter as Justice tickled torture our sensitive Alcorn size bare feet simultaneously. Before long, these two very ticklish Alicorn mares were in hysterics in no time. The sensations shot up our long Alicorn legs and exploded in our mind. As we both screamed in ticklish misery, we were planning a much larger tickle party sometime later because Justice knew many more ticklish mares who would love to be tickled tortured by Justice upon their naked feet.
The one particular Alicorn mare that would be the guest of honor at the tickle party due to her relatively large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet with sexy deep sets, and high arches, shapely and delicately rounded not too long toes with her second toe sticking out past her big toe that are perfect length for her unassuming Alicorn size feet, his beloved wife Celestia Silverlight.
You have waited over half an hour for the shuttle bus to take you to Gypsy Vanner Community Hospital, this year's haunted main attraction at the annual downtown Los Ungulas Nightmare Night Festival. In the distance was a shuttle bus called the body kart; you wait with a small group of ten ponies. Some, you know, others are strangers, but all of you are going to haunted attractions. As the body kart pulls up to the pick-up area, the side door slides open from inside the vehicle, debarking a 5ft 7in obvious unicorn pony due to a single spiral horn sticking out from underneath the black wide-brimmed hat it is wearing.
As for the gender, you have no way to know as the figure is wearing a black ankle-length overcoat, black linen hood cloak, black gloves, and black boots. Even without the black outfit, the brown leather bird-like beak mask hides the facial features of the unicorn pony. The only obvious feature was the light rose shadow, light gray and pale light azure blue mane, and tail sticking out the back. But even that does not help identify the unicorn pony wearing the costume of a plague doctor, as all pony species have a multitude of various colors of mane and tail.
The plague doctor lifts a long wooden cane up and points at the group before gesturing for the group to climb aboard the shuttle bus.
There is no hesitation as a cold chill runs up the spines of the whole group upon seeing the plague doctor in front of them. The group breathes a sigh of relief. Driving the shuttle bus was an earth pony mare wearing a bus driver's uniform. She smiles friendly at the group as the group begins taking their seats on the shuttle bus. Before climbing aboard the shuttle bus, the plague doctor grabs hold of the end of a rope and stretches it across the opening, blocking the entrance to the shuttle stop. The plague doctor nods its head toward the other two plague doctors, taking tickets from the next group of ten pony visitors waiting for this shuttle bus to leave.
The plague doctor climbs aboard the shuttle bus as the door closes. The driver nods toward the plague doctor, and the doctor shakes its head back toward the driver. There is a clicking sound on the floor of the shuttle bus as the unicorn taps its long wooden cane on the ground, telling the driver to go and grab our attention.
As the shuttle bus moves down the road toward the haunted attraction, the tiny hairs in your mane begin to stir, and the loudspeaker crackles to life with a well-spoken mare's voice. As you are unsure which one is speaking, it could be the shuttle bus driver or the Plague Doctor, you quickly pay attention.
“Many years ago the Gypsy Vanner community hospital was a place of healing; many patients came and went from this very successful hospital on the outskirts of downtown Los Ungulas. The success lasted for many years till a series of misfortune befoul the reputation of this house of healing, and a biased city council investigation sunk the institution. Due to the pressure of so many patients lost and the biased investigation, the doctor that ran the institution might have killed himself. After the doctor's death, the hospital continued operating until it closed many years later." The mare's voice on the loudspeaker pauses for a moment to allow the story to sink in before continuing with the story.
“Since the hospital's closure, many residents around the area have reported supernatural and paranormal activity at the abandoned hospital. Because it is a nightmare night, the activity has spiked this evening. So, a private real estate company wants several groups to explore the building and try to experience the reported activity. You have one hour to explore the building. At the end of one hour, you will report your experience to a representative of the private real estate company who will be waiting outside for you. A few other groups have reported that the doctor who killed himself is active and accompanied by a single young nurse. So keep your eyes out for that one." The mare's voice on the loudspeaker said as the shuttle bus pulled up to the Gypsy Vanner community hospital to drop off the group for investigation.
Meanwhile, walking down the abandoned hallways of an abandoned hospital was a unicorn stallion wearing a doctor's uniform. Accompanying him was a drop-dead gorgeous light blue half-Alicorn/unicorn mare with a crimson red mane and tail. Her 5ft 6in superb equine figure was attired in a nurse's old lace white-colored knee-length short-sleeve shirt dress.
Her well-defined, long, athletic Alicorn/unicorn legs were encased in lace ultra-thin off-white thigh-high nylons. The skirt's hemline hid the stunning French lace detail on the welt. Why, on her head, between her ears, and behind her spiral horn was a white nurse cap.
As we move down, her long, athletic legs on her perfectly shaped and palatial long, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped bare feet were white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels. Sticking out the front of the hole of her peep-toed wedges, her nylon-clad slender and magnificent longer big toes with light red nail polish.
If you could see through the toe boxes of her shoes, you would notice that her other slender and magnificent toes slant downward at the perfect forty-five-degree angle, the ideal angle to accommodate the common-sized mare's shoes. This half Alicorn/unicorn mare was Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation Blueberry Swirl Silverlight, the youngest daughter of the former Chief executive officer of the Dayspring Corporation Celestia Silverlight, her mother, and former Chief Marketing Officer for Dayspring Corporation Justice Silverlight her father.
"Shall we slip into the performer break room, my gorgeous foal… it's time for our break anyway?" The ghost doctor inquires as Blueberry slightly blushes and shyly chuckles at the idea of taking a break.
"Sure, father…My feet are a bit sore from walking in these peep-toed wedges for this event. I could use a break." Blueberry said in her soothing and gentle mare's voice that disarms any pony that met her for the first time.
With that, I remove my mask and kiss my younger daughter's cheek before she follows me into the break room. On the door of the break room is yellow caution tape that reads 'Keep out unsafe room.' the truth of the room is that it is totally safe to enter; the tape has been placed there to keep visitors from entering the performer break room. My younger daughter and I walk into a medium-sized break room with smoke gray east side apartment sofa and chair.
Once in the room, Blueberry plops down on the gray east-side apartment sofa as I flip on the lights in the room and set them to low illumination before plopping down next to my younger daughter on the sofa.
A smile forms on Blueberry's snout as I scratch under her chin very affectionately before once again kissing her on her cheek. Without a word to my youngest daughter, I reach down and swing my youngest daughter's long, athletic legs onto my lap. Without hesitation, Blueberry turned her equine body along with her long, sleekly muscular legs and sat fully on the sofa.
“With or without my gorgeous foal?” I asked my younger daughter as I ran the tip of my finger along the supple fabric of her nylons following the contours of her sleekly muscular legs till I reached her well-defined perfect ankles causing her equine figure to tremble.
"Tee-hee you know father, what we both prefer? Besides, we are not scheduled to reappear until one hour before this group leaves…so we have plenty of time to put my nylons and shoes back on." Blueberry commented, knowing as a smile formed on her snout.
Slowly, a light rose pink magic aura forms on my daughter's spiral horn before forming on welts of her lace ultra-thin off-white thigh-high nylons with stunning French lace detail on the top. The light rose pink magic aura gently rolls the supple fabric of her nylons down her sleeky muscular, silky smooth legs until it reaches just above her knees. At the same time, I started to wiggle the white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels back and forth on her feet till they quickly slid off my younger daughter's perfectly shaped heels.
I was awestruck upon seeing her perfectly shaped and palatial, long, narrow, light blue, ten-inch long Egyptian bare feet through the sheer fabric of lace ultra-thin white thigh-high nylons she wore. Something came over me as I brought her foot up to my nostrils and began to sniff that single foot through the sheer fabric of her nylon.
Blueberry snorted her displeasure with me sniffing her foot through the sheer fabric of her nylon before releasing a prolonged squeal and lightly bopping me on my nose with the sole of her foot, snapping me out of my little fantasy with my youngest daughter's wonderful scent her foot produced.
"Now, father, you know I hate you sniffing my foot through the sheer fabric of my nylon. Went my barefoot smell much better!" Blueberry said miffed as I rubbed my sore nose from my daughter bopping me with her foot.
After Blueberry calmed down, I grabbed hold of the scrunch-up fabric of her lace ultra-thin off-white thigh-high nylons waiting just above her knees. The sheer fabric of her nylons glided effortlessly down her light blue velvety, smooth, long, sleekly muscular legs and off her feet.
Sitting on my lap was my drop-dead gorgeous younger daughter, perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet. Her arches were gracefully and smoothly curved high enough to be noticeable but not enough to cause her foot problems. The balls of her feet were spherical and smooth, an excellent compliment to her Egyptian-shaped bare feet.
Her slender and inviting toes were distinguished with elegant plush painted with light red toenail polish. Her toned, perfect heels accented the overall look of her perfect Egyptian-shaped feet. The delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of her feet was velvety smooth but flexible enough to give this young mare a flawless and unblemished appearance to go along with her perfect creases across her glistening light blue wrinkly soles.
A closer look at my youngest daughter's perfect toes revealed each loop, curve, and swirl of her toe prints on her slender and inviting toes, which were perfect in shape and form. With her perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet now revealed, Blueberry rested her equine head in her five-fingered hands and relaxed.
I know that my younger daughter immensely enjoys having her perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet played with, even those highly sensitive to the most delicate touch.
Knowing this, I rested one of my hands on her well-defined, perfect ankles and used my two fingers to push my daughter's Egyptian-shaped bare feet together, forming a depression with her gracefully and smoothly curved arches. I created a soft cobalt blue phoenix feather, which instantly causes a chill to run up Blueberry's spine; she knows that the magic property of a phoenix feather would make her glistening light blue wrinkly soles more sensitive.
The moment the tip of the phoenix feather started to follow the contour of her gracefully and smoothly curved high enough to be noticeable arches, her light blue velvety smooth, long, sleekly muscular legs and well-defined, perfect ankles tensed up beneath the palm of my hand.
As the phoenix feather continued to caress my younger daughter's arches, Blueberry whipped her equine head wildly from side to side, fighting the urge to laugh. Not wanting to hurt my younger daughter's neck with her whipping her head like that, I withdraw the phoenix feather from her now highly sensitive arches.
"Please, Blueberry…be reasonable. Not even your mother can withstand the phoenix feather for more than two seconds…Before crying went she is broken from ungodly tickle torture.” I said forlorn, regretting telling Celestia about the phoenix feather I could create out of pure magic energy.
"Father? (Drawing my legs underneath me to sit on them) Mother told me she doesn't blame you for breaking her…it was her curiosity that caused that. (kissing my father on his cheek)…mother also said she would like you to continue tickle torturing her like you always did…It's one of many times she feels closest to you." I said with my compassionate, soothing, gentle mare's voice, reassuring my father.
"Thank you, my dear daughter…I needed that." I said, reassured as Blueberry floated her lace ultra-thin off-white thigh-high nylons over to her and pointed her slender and inviting toes in her thigh-high nylon, slowly pulling them up and hiding them under her skirt.
“Mother also told me…she will remain in her nurse uniform with the thigh-high nylon and peep-toed wedges. She will be waiting in the main ward on the second floor after the last group leaves the attraction." I explained as I slipped my white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels back on my nylon-clad feet so we could leave the break room.
It was close to eleven o'clock in the evening, and when the last guest finished going through the haunted attraction, I made my way up to the central ward on the hospital's second floor to find my beloved Alicorn wife. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, standing at the top was 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 a nurse's old lace white-colored knee-length short-sleeve shirt dress. Her perfectly shaped white with a hint of pink long Alicorn legs were encased in off-white thigh-high stockings with stunning French lace detail on the welt hidden by the skirt's hemline. Why, on her head, between her ears, and behind her spiral horn was a white nurse cap.
On her, reasonably large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet with dark red toenail polish were white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels. Sticking out the front of the hole of her peep-toed wedges, her nylon-clad shapely and delicately rounded longer second toes and big toes with dark red nail polish. Folded on her back were her large white with a hint of pink feathery bird wings. This Alicorn mare was Celestia Silverlight, the former CEO of Dayspring Corporation and my beloved Alicorn wife.
Before proceeding with the roles we have been playing in this haunted attraction I and, my Alicorn wife and I spoke for a long time about what happened with the phoenix feather being used on her nude Alicorn figure. Before I could apologize, my Alicorn wife wrapped her arms and wings around me. She kissed me on my lips before saying it was her fault for being broken; she didn't believe my warning was genuine and did not blame me.
"Excuse me, doctor…I have been having problems with my feet. I am wondering if you could check them out for me." Celestia asked very convincingly as we shifted back into our doctor and nurse roles.
"Of course, nurse…But we must head back to the first floor to use one of the exam rooms." I explained as we walked back down the stairs to the first floor; we made our way to the other side of the hospital where the exam rooms were.
It took only a second to decide to use exam room one. We walked into the room, and I turned on the lights. As I adjusted the family practice exam table in the room by changing the backrest and pull-out leg-rest to accommodate a large Alicorn, my wife walked up behind me and kissed my cheek.
Once I finish, Celestia climbs onto the family practice exam table, resting her long Alicorn legs on the leg rest and her back against the backrest. She smiled playfully at me when I pulled a rolling stool before her.
"Now nurse…can you tell me, what are your problems with your feet?" I asked in my friendly bedside manner as I cupped her perfectly shaped ankles and proceeded to jiggle off her white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels from her feet, leaving her in her nylon-clad bare feet with dark red nail polish.
"Well, doctor…my main complaint is the sharp pain in the center of my feet…I also have experienced pain in my sexy deep sets and high arches. As well as my shapely and delicately rounded not too long toes…those three problems are quite aggravating for a nurse that must walk around a lot at the hospital.” Celestia explains as I proceed to examine her nylon-clad bare feet with dark red nail polish, pretending to be searching for the source of the pain in her feet and taking quick sniffs of her white with a hint of pink creamy soft soles on the bottom of her feet which make her shyly giggle.
"Well, nurse, I can't find the source of the pain in your feet…unless I remove your nylons and check your feet bare…if that all right nurse." I asked in my friendly bedside manner, which caused Celestia to blush and shyly giggle again.
"Oh heaven…if the only way to identify the pain in my feet is by removing my nylons and checking my feet bare…doctor. Be my guest doctor." Celestia said, accepting as a very light gold magic aura formed on her long spiral horn before forming around the welt of her stockings.
The supple fabric easily slid down her perfectly shaped white with a hint of pink long Alicorn legs to just above her knees. At this time, I took hold of the scrunch up fabric and pulled it down the rest of the way before removing it from her feet. I stuffed the ball-up fabric into the toe box of her removed white peep-toed wedges with three-inch blocked heels that I placed on the ground next to the family practice exam table.
Left exposed on the leg rest were a pair of fairly large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet with sexy deep sets and high arches, shapely and delicately rounded, not too long toes that are the perfect length for her unassuming Alicorn size feet. You could clearly see that her second toe was longer than her big toes. The balls of her feet were perfectly round and soft.
The perfect round, supple heels were just as smooth. The skin on the bottom of her feet was creamy soft as her feet really don't get rough or callous by walking barefooted. She gently scrunches her toes, causing her creamy soft soles to wrinkle, revealing all her perfect creases across her spacious white with a hint of pink creamy soft soles of her feet.
"Ah! Nurse…Let's get to work and examine these bare feet of yours. And try to pinpoint the source of that foot pain you are having…I hope you are not too ticklish, nurse." I say playfully as I begin examining the spacious white with a hint of pink creamy soft soles of my beloved Alicorn mare's feet, at the same time inhaling vanilla and cinnamon scent wafting off her bare soles
"Nooohohohoho! N-not my Feeheeheeheeheet Eeeheehahahaha!" Celestia screamed, protesting out of habit rather than actual complaint as I did a ticklish examination of her feet, trying to identify the source of the pain in her feet.
"Aaanaanananaaaa!! L-left foot! D-dehehefinitely the left foot!" Celestia scream as I focus the ticklish examination on her left foot, trying to identify the pain in her left foot.
“S-stihihihihill the L-leheheheft!" Celestia screamed as I moved to her toe stem with the ticklish examination, still unable to identify the pain in her left foot.
"Hehehehaaa! L-leheheft!" Celestia screamed as I moved to her sexy deep sets and high arch, still looking for the pain in her left foot.
"Riiiihihihihight right-right riiiight!" Celestia screamed as I unexpectedly assaulted her unprepared right foot with the ticklish examination, still looking for the pain in her feet.
"Leeeheheheheft!" Celestia screamed as I attacked her left foot again, still trying to find the pain in her feet.
"Well, nurse, I still can't identify the source of the pain in both your feet…But still, I am learning what might happen to my other nurse's feet." I said appreciatively as Celestia was catching her breath from the ticklish examination.
"Ah-Haha-g-glad to help, doctor…."Celestia said, her shapely and delicately rounded, not too long, toes twitching as she caught her breath, and her equine body shivered with a hint of arousal from the ticklish examination of luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet.
"Eeeheeheeheehee! Hey! Y-you're tihihickling me on p-purpose." Celestia shrieked as I stood up and walked to the side of the family practice exam table to embrace my beloved Alicorn wife.
"I am truly sorry, my beloved Alicorn mate, for the phoenix feather incident," I say as tears form in Celestia's eyes.
"Justice! Stop it!! It is not your fault I insist you try the phoenix feather on my marehood…I didn't heed your warning tell me it would break me that fast." Celestia explained as she kissed me on my lips, forgiving me.
"Beside Justice…You may use the phoenix feather on the bottoms of my feet…But please stop when I call for mercy…I'll be broken much faster when it applied to my desperately ticklish bare feet." Celestia said as I returned to the front of the table to continue looking for the source of this nurse's foot pain with the phoenix feather.
It has been several years since I last saw Nurse Elethea Red Heart; she was an earth pony mare who worked as an emergency room nurse at a local hospital. She was the first nurse I saw for my sport-related injury during my early days working at the Dayspring Corporation. Over the course of visits to the emergency room, I befriended this earth pony mare nurse. So it surprised me when she left me a message on my cell phone, asking me to meet her at the Heart to Heart medical clinic in downtown Los Ungulas.
I drove to the address she'd texted me in downtown Los Ungulas. The Heart to heart Medical Clinic was a large two-story white brick building comparable to a small hospital, except that all the services were outpatient. I parked my white crystal-powered Mercedes-Benz C43 AMG in the Heart to Heart Medical Clinic parking lot and walked up to the front entrance.
I passed through the double glass doors into a clean and sanitized waiting area with a U-shaped java-colored faux leather Atlantic sofa, two chairs, and a loveseat. A U-shaped Esquire driftwood laminate double glass-topped reception desk was directly in front of me. Sitting behind it, typing on the computer system, was a good-looking unicorn mare with a dark cerise mane attired in a swan white short-sleeve shirt dress, and on her head between her ears behind her horn was a white nurse's cap.
"Excuse me, I am looking for Miss Elethea Redheart?" I asked politely as the receptionist mare looked up from the computer screen and blushed, seeing me.
"Do you have an appointment, stallion?" the earth pony mare asked as she opened the appointment book before her.
“No, I was asked by Miss Elethea Red Heart to stop by this clinic to see her," I said, friendly, as it annoyed the receptionist mare.
"May I have your name, stallion? So I can tell Doctor Red Heart you are waiting for her?" The receptionist mare said obligatory, as I could tell she was more annoyed with the current situation as it was close to closing time for the clinic.
"My name is Justice Silverlight," I said as my name quickly changed the mood of the receptionist mare to a friendlier mood with a hint of playfulness in her demeanor.
"Please forgive me, Mr. Silverlight, it has been a long business day….Anyway, Miss Red Heart told us to expect you to come to the clinic to see her." The receptionist said friendly as she stood up and made a point to let me see what she was wearing on her lower extremity.
She wore sheer cream-colored thigh-high stockings with gorgeous French lace detail on the welt that was hidden by the skirt. On her feet were bright white mesh-sided peep-toed wedges with three-inch platform heels.
As I sat down on the faux leather sofa in the waiting room to wait for Elethea, I watched the receptionist mare whisper into the ear of an earth pony mare nurse who was coming out of one of the exam rooms something. This caused the moderate harlequin-colored eyes of the earth pony mare nurse to shine with pleasure as she looked in my direction.
'OK, Elethea? What did you do, and why did you make it a point for me to come at closing time?’ As the earth pony mare nurse did the same thing, the receptionist mare made a point to let me see what she was wearing on her legs and feet.
As I waited momentarily, an angelic-looking coral-pink unicorn mare with a dark blue mane and tail walked up to the double-glass door to lock it. At the same time, she stepped onto a vertical deadbolt lock before turning off the open sign in the window. Her physically fit 5ft 8in equine figure was attired in a teal green trotland style short-sleeve knee-length fit and flares dress.
On her long unicorn legs were sheer off-black thigh-high stockings with gorgeous French lace detail on the welt hidden by the hemline of the skirt. Why, on her ten-and-one-third-inch, long Egyptian-shaped bare feet were black suede easy street mare's open-toed picaboo meshes sided stiletto heeled pumps with two-and-one-half inch heels. Through the front opening of the pumps, you could clearly see that her nylon-clad big toes with a mid-tone gray nail polish were longer through the sheer fabric of the stocking.
With a closer look at this unicorn mare foot, you can see a lovely and smooth-shaped normal arch through the mesh fabric of the pump. Over the dress, she wore a white lab coat. She stopped and extended her hand and shook my hand.
"Hello, my name is Doctor Melinda White Heart…I am the business partner of Doctor Elethea Red Heart and co-owner of the Heart to Heart medical clinic that she started." Melinda said as she smiled at me went. I quickly looked at her ten-and-one-third-inch long Egyptian-shaped stocking-clad bare feet trapped inside her black suede easy street mare's open-toed Picaboo meshes sided stiletto heeled pumps with two-and-one-half inch heels.
"Please to meet you, Doctor or Miss White Heart?" I said politely as she slipped her nylon-clad barefoot out of her pump and consciously splayed and curled her long, slender five toes on her foot several times.
"Melinda will be fine…Mr. Silverlight or Justice?" Melinda said charmingly as she slipped her other stocking-clad barefoot out of her other pump while slipping the previous foot back into her pump and once again consciously splayed and curled her long, slender five toes on her foot several times.
‘Mmm…I wonder if this unicorn mare enjoys showing off her feet? Additionally, I'll bet you anything Elethea has told Melinda how much I like mare's bare feet…plus that will answer why receptionist and nurse mare made a point to let me see what they are wearing on their legs and feet.' I thought as Melinda tapped me on my shoulder, breaking me of my train of thought as she slipped her stocking-clad foot back into her pump.
"Excuse me, Melinda…I was thinking about some thing else." I said politely and apologetically as Melinda politely giggled.
"It quite all right, Justice…As I said, Elethea was unexpectedly called to the hospital for an emergency…But she left instructions to entertain you until she returned to the clinic…Please follow me upstairs to a private room…so I can begin the entertainment." Melinda explained as I followed her through the clinic to the second floor of the building. Along the way, Melinda explained why Elethea asked me to visit her clinic.
"OK, sure…I'll call my niece, Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture, to stop by to talk to both of you about an advertising campaign for Heart to Heart medical clinic. Plus, if this campaign is successful, would one of you two volunteer to be a medical consultant for Dayspring Corporation?" I say as we walk down a hallway towards a sectioned-off area in the clinic into a medium-sized twelve by sixteen square foot patient room with a large sign on the outside that says private and a small numeric electronic lock on the door. Melinda entered the code, and the door unlocked.
The medium-sized twelve by sixteen square foot patient room had along the northern wall several medium-sized glass-fronted cabinets inside were numerous items for tickling the barefeet of mares. Sitting next to the cabinets was a lengthy treatment table with an adjustable backrest and movable tray. On the room walls were posters that you would find in a podiatrist's office. But instead of how to treat a pony foot ailment, it explained what part of the foot to target if you want to make the mare laugh the hardest. The room was lit by stunning pendant lighting that lit the whole room nicely.
"So I am going to guess that you like to be tickled, Miss White Heart…Especially upon the feet."I said excitedly as Melinda blushed and giggled shyly when I mentioned that she liked to be tickled on her feet.
“You are correct, Mr. Silverlight…I do like to be tickled on the feet…But I am not the only one; our whole staff like it…Normally, we tickle each other. It helps us distress after a hard day working at the clinic…the most distressing is that we don't have the skills to make us laugh any harder." Melinda explained as she opened one of the glass-fronted cabinet doors and pulled out a long red feather before twisting it between her fingers in the air.
"Then Elethea or Doctor Red Heart mentioned a stallion she knows can make a mare laugh by tickling their feet, and that was you, Mr. Silverlight," Melinda said as I smiled shyly and watched Melinda walk over to a coat rake in one corner of the room and hang up her lab coat before walking back over to the side of the exam table.
"I will assume that every mare at this clinic wears thigh-high stockings and easily removes shoes. I should warn you that I give the mare's feet the respect they deserve when I tickle them, Miss White heart." I explained as I gestured for Melinda to climb onto the exam table to begin the examination.
"The thigh-high stocking and easily removed shoes are a requirement for the mare's staff of this clinic…Plus, all of them must be ticklish upon their feet and have no qualms about being barefooted…The rule is that no staff on the first floor can be barefooted…That is because we want to keep that floor neat and sanitized for the health of our clients and patients." Melinda explained with pride as she floated a small box to me.
“If you didn’t notice (I nodded my head), this part of the second floor is sectioned off from the rest of the second floor of the clinic by that card reader lock door…only staff members have access to this section…(handing me an access card for this section). In this clinic section, our staff may be barefooted all they want after work…Manner of fact, when we finish, I'll show you around this part of the clinic barefooted…Elethea also told me you like to examine mare's feet after walking around.” Melinda said with a huge Cheshire cat smile on her snout as I slipped the disruptor ring on her spiral horn, blocking her unicorn magic till it was removed.
With the disruptor ring now affixed on her spiral horn, I reach under the hemline of her fit and flare dress, find the welt of her off-black thigh-high stocking, and roll them down to her ankles. I slowly jiggle the black suede easy street mare's open-toed Picaboo meshes sided stiletto heeled pumps with two-and-one-half inch heels off her nylon-clad Egyptian-shaped bare feet setting them down on the floor next to the Exam table.
Even before I removed her nylons from her Egyptian-shaped bare feet through the sheer fabric, I saw that her nylon-clad feet were beautifully long and narrow with stunning, long, slender, seductive toes on the end of her feet. As I removed the nylons, stuffing them in toe boxes of her pumps haphazardly set on the floor left revealed were a pair of charming, slender, and shapely coral pink colored Egyptian bare feet with shiny, opaque white nail polish on all ten of her stunning, long, lean, seductive toes.
The bottoms of her feet were smooth and soft, gently unwrinkled and wrinkled, demonstrating how smooth the skin on the bottom of her feet was. Her stunning, long, slender, seductive ten toes were perfectly sized and shaped for her beautiful-sized feet. Her feet' lovely and smooth-shaped normal arches were the right height for her remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The balls of her feet were smoothly round, and the roundness was also in her slender, smooth heels.
I deliberately very slowly ran my finger down the coral pink-colored soft and smooth skin of this remarkable Egyptian-shaped barefoot, causing Melinda's equine body to shiver and force her to stiffen a giggle, demonstrating how sensitive this unicorn mare's feet are.
A mischievous smile formed on my snout as I cupped that foot's slender, smooth heel and cupped her stunning long, lean, seductive five toes with the other hand. Melinda was puzzled about why I would hold her foot like that.
Without warning, my tongue glided from her slender, smooth heel through the lovely and smooth-shaped normal arch to her stunning, long, lean, seductive five toes on the end of her foot; she unexpectedly nickered from the experience and begged with her dark purple eyes do the other foot like you just did.
'By the heaven, that was wonderful…have my feet tickled by another mare…is great, but a stallion tongue gliding across my smooth coral pink colored soft and smooth sole is a whole new level…oh by the sun, please not my toes…anything but my toes…My body can't take any more of the stallion brand of tickling….OH PLEASE NO!' Melinda thought as her equine body tensed up went she saw Justice push her barefeet together and bring them up to his mouth before wrapping his lips around her stunning long slender seductive ten toes on the end of her feet, following soon after by sucking on them. That was all Melinda could take. She unleashed a long, throaty moan and passed out.
As my unconscious unicorn mare slowly recovered from her climax, I took the opportunity to closely study the coral pink-colored soft and smooth soles of her remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The skin on the bottom of her feet was richly soft with no hint of roughness or callousness. Each perfect crease across her wrinkly soles was remarkable. A closer look at this unicorn mare’s feet revealed each loop, curve, and swirl of her toe prints upon her stunning, long, slender, seductive ten toes on the end of her feet.
I pick up Jasmine's the sweet, rich, floral scent wafting off her naked feet, most likely from the moisturizer she rubs on her feet to keep them exceptionally supple. The slight pressure of the tip of my finger upon soft, wrinkled, bare soles quickly yielded to the stroke, causing the unconscious unicorn mare to involuntarily quiver.
I continued experimenting upon the supple, wrinkly, bare soles of this unconscious unicorn mare I discovered by stroking inside her beautiful and smooth-shaped normal arches; she would involuntarily yelp even when she was out. I dug all my fingers underneath and between her stunning, long, slender, seductive ten toes on the end of her feet, causing her to explode into hysterics revealing she was faking being unconscious.
"Please, Mr. Silverlight, don't be angry at me…I have never let a stallion exploit my remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet before…It was exciting, and pretending to be unconscious made it even more exciting…" Melinda said apologetically as I continued rubbing my thumbs on her feet' coral pink-colored soft and smooth bare soles.
"To make up for pretending to be unconscious…You may discipline me how you would like, Mr. Silverlight." Melinda said, accepting a smile from my snout with the idea of punishment.
"Very well, Miss White Heart…for the remainder of my visit…you are forbidden to wear nylons or pumps…Having you walk around in your remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet over all the hard surfaces should teach you a good lesson (trying to keep a straight face)." I said with authority as, like me, Melinda tried her best to keep a straight face with the punishment I put on her.
"Oh, Mr. Silverlight, that is truly a diabolical punishment…does the hard surfaces include having my remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet walk you to your vehicle in the parking lot when you leave. That is truly a hard lesson to endure." Melinda said, trying to sound very serious as she exploded with laughter.
"Justice, you truly respect the bare feet of a mare…Just as Elethea says, you do!" Melinda said appreciatively as she hopped off the family practice exam table, allowing the balls of her ten and one-third-inch-long remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet to softly splat on Alaria's polished porcelain tile floor of this room.
Miss Melinda White's heart pip-plops in her ten-and-one-third-inch long remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet over the Alaria polished porcelain tile floor of this private section of the medical clinic, giving me a tour of it. We arrive at a small break area in the section with a single faux leather and wood Stamford wood frame guest chair, a Resi lounge sofa with wooden legs, and a walnut Spencer coffee table.
Melinda sat on the guest chair and presented her feet to me without even being asked. I wrapped my arm around her ankle, using my magic. I created a feather and stroked her supple, wrinkly, bare soles. Even though her feet were terribly ticklish from the feather stroke, she could converse coherently through her laughter, telling me she had always thought her feet were gorgeous but never found a stallion to appreciate them like I do.
"Well, Justice, this, the last stop on the tour, this door is used by all the clinic staff to enter the building when they come in for work…All our staff have a key card to allow them to enter the building (handing me a key card). So this door you will be using when you come to tickle us at the end of our work day." Melinda explains as she opens the door to a back staircase.
The pip-plops of her bare feet echo on the metal staircase as she escorts me down the stairs and to my vehicle, enjoying the hard surfaces upon her coral pink-colored soft and smooth bare soles of her feet.
"Oh Melinda, Your feet will be the most fun to torment because they are so soft and smooth…All I ask is that you wear nylons most of the time. I quite enjoy removing your nylons from your remarkable Egyptian-shaped bare feet…Plus, you must wear dress sandals without nylons during warm days." I said as I got back into my vehicle and rolled down my window, allowing Melinda to put her head inside and kiss me on my cheek, agreeing with my request.
It has been a really hectic week for me, first reuniting with an old friend and new friend, Doctor Elethea Red Heart, and Doctor Melinda White Heart, the owners of the Heart to Heart medical clinic in Downtown Los Ungulas. It wasn't annoying meeting up with those two mares. Melinda has the most sensitive feet of a mare I have ever met. Her willingness to allow me to torture her super sensitive feet within reason has given me a few great ideas to try on her charming, slender, and shapely coral pink-colored Egyptian bare feet.
Anyway, I make my way to the hillside neighborhood of Morgan, a city situated between Downtown Los Ungulas and Applewood in the American Saddlebred mountains. It is home to several entertainment people. I drove to the address that my old friend gave me. It led me to a large townhouse complex in the city. I parked my vehicle in the street and approached the numeric keypad. I entered the code, and the small gate buzzed open, allowing me onto the grounds.
'My friend told me she lived in the fourth townhouse on the right side of the complex.' I thought as I counted over four houses on the right side of the complex till my finger fell onto that house.
I walked up to the craftsman 1-lite, 2-panel painted wooden front door and rang the doorbell; the door was slowly opened by a very glamorous looking goldish gray earth pony mare with elegance and beautiful long-styled dark gray with lighter gray tint mane and tail. Her elegant 5ft 10in equine figure was attired in a black DJ Jaz sleeveless mare's maxi evening gown whose hemline hit at her ankles with a single side slit that hit just above her knees.
On her smooth, sleekly, muscular goldish gray equine legs were black sheer thigh-high stockings peeping out a bit from the slit was the beautiful lace detail on the welt of the nylons. On her ten-inch long, nylon-clad shaped goldish gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with zesty red-orange toenail polish were black I Miller slip-on Nalda heeled sandals with three-inch stiletto heels.
Protruding from under the front straps of her sandals were her nylon-clad goldish gray colored ten long, dazzling, shapely, adorable, soft, elegant toes with slight plumpness to them with zesty red-orange colored toenail polish. The most prominent feature on her nylon-clad feet was the second toe that juts out past her big toe, called a flame foot. This earth pony mare was Miss Octavia Melody, a renowned cello player from Coltifornia based in Los Ungulas and an old friend.
"Welcome, Justice (playful giggles when I looked her over). I see you notice how I am dressed." Octavia said, friendly as she shyly smiled, knowing I was looking at her nylon-clad and sandal-clad mare's feet on the end of her long equine legs.
"Are you on your way out, Octavia?" I asked, looking at the earth pony mare's face as Octavia nodded her head no and invited me into her home.
"Not at all, Justice; I just returned about ten minutes before your visit from an early morning rehearsal at the Applewood Bowl in Griffon Park for a concert later this week. Plus, I don’t think you would mind what I am wearing as eventually I will be wearing my evening gown barefooted." Octavia said, knowing as we walked into the living room and over to a small bar.
The conversation between us flowed for several hours as we spoke to each other about diverse subjects till the right time arrived when we would thoroughly discuss the future of her being barefooted in her evening gown.
"Shall we begin, Octavia?" I suggested as Octavia nodded her head and smiled at me. A moment later, I noticed the spark of inspiration she had in her grayish mulberry-colored eyes.
"Would you help me remove my evening gown, Justice? I don't want to dirty this gown. I must wear it during the concert later this week…I'll leave my nylon and sandals on so you may remove them." Octavia said in her melodious voice as we stood up, and she turned around.
I quickly located the zipper closure and unzipped it down to the well-defined small of her back, where her elegance and beautiful long-styled dark gray with a lighter gray tinted tail stuck out a hole in the back of the gown. As she held the illusion neckline with her hand in the front, she directed me toward a nearby closet. She asked me to float her robe to her.
My magic aura formed around the knob, and it slowly opened. Once the door was open, my magic aura was created around a snow leopard printed Liz Claiborne mares long-sleeve below the knee-length robe hanging on a plastic hanger.
Once it arrived, Octavia released the front of the bosom, allowing it to slide off her body to the ground. For a brief moment, I saw her elegant goldish gray semi-nude muscular earth pony body as she stepped out of the evening gown.
Before putting on the snow leopard printed Liz Claiborne's mare's long-sleeve below the knee-length robe and allowed her tail to pop out the hole in the back. She replaced the robe with the evening gown and re-zipped it up, asking me to levitate it back into the closet for her, and I did.
"Now I am ready, Justice," Octavia said casually as she looked quite sexy wearing the snow leopard printed robe with black sheer stockings and slip-on heeled sandals.
"Oh, Justice, could you float my cell phone to me…My aunt and mother will call me when they finish their rehearsal at the Applewood Bowl to visit me. And you know how much the Melody mares like have their feet played with by you." Octavia said nonchalantly as we walked over to a light gray Sophie 5-piece modular sectional with a chaise lounge, floating her cell phone over to her.
Octavia plopped down on the chaise lounge and rested her goldish-gray equine legs on the extended leg rest. The placement of the chaise lounge allowed Tavi to watch the front door of her townhouse for visitors or whoever knocks on her door.
“I just love these slip-on dress sandals you are wearing, Tavi," I said, very pleased, as I quickly slipped her dress sandals off her nylon-clad feet, briefly tickling her nylon-clad elegant, normal-shaped arch, making her squirm. I wrapped my arm around her ankle, trapping her nylon-clad foot before going to work stroking her oval-shaped, gentle round ball of her foot.
"S-stahahhhap!!" Octavia called as her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes with slight plush on them wildly splayed and curled in her reinforced toed stockings, trying their best to defend against assault on the ball of her foot.
"N-nomohohohore!!!" Octavia screamed as she used her free nylon-clad foot to push on my shoulder, trying to free her trapped foot.
I waited to allow her to push on my shoulder, trying to free her trapped foot; at the right moment, I opened up my arm as planned, and her free foot slipped under my arm, trapping both of her helpless nylon-clad feet under my arm allowing me to tickle both of the oval-shaped gentle round balls of her feet.
"No-no-no-no nooohohohahaha!!" Octavia screamed, knowing she had just fallen into my trap, and now both balls of her feet were tickled through the sheer fabric of her stockings, making the tickling worse.
"Ahh-ahh!! Red! Just a quick breather, Justice." Octavia called the safe word, asking me to stop tickling the balls of her feet through the sheer fabric of her stockings, allowing her to catch her breath.
“Calming down!" Octavia exclaimed as I opened the bottom hem of the robe, revealing the beautiful lace detail on the welt of the nylons she had on so I could remove them.
I slowly rolled the nylons down her smooth, sleekly muscular, goldish gray equine legs down to her slender ankles before I removed them from her ten inches-long Greek goldish gray, naturally beautiful, slim, and elegant mare bare feet with zesty red-orange toenail polish.
A moment later, her cell phone rang in her hand, and she answered it. As I was admiring her ten inches long Greek shaped goldish gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with zesty red-orange toenail polish, preplanning the assault on her helpless naked feet. She pulled her feet off the extended leg rest of the chaise lounge, crossed her legs, one knee tossed casually over the other, and placed her other foot on the floor.
"My mother and aunt are visiting me in a few minutes…how would you like to tickle torture three pairs of Melody family feet…it might get quite loud here. Could you cast a silent spell on this home so we don't disturb the neighbors?" Octavia asked, friendly as I quickly cast the silent spell on the home.
With that, Octavia stood up and pip-plopped in her goldish gray Greek-shaped barefeet, muffled by the fresh start two beiges carpeting of the living room as she made her way over to the closet. At the closet she opened the wooden door and walked into the closet. A moment later, she dragged out a folding privacy screen. As she set up the folding privacy screen, I floated her cell phone from the small end table into my hand.
I couldn't help but softly chuckle. Her mother and her aunt used the same foot emoji and texted fifteen minutes to tell Octavia they wanted their feet played with and would arrive in fifteen minutes. I floated her cell phone back onto the small end table just as Octavia returned to the chaise lounge and laid her legs back on the extended leg.
"Now for your punishment, Miss Melody," I said as I took hold of one of her feet. I bent down three of her tiny toes and her big toe, leaving the longer second toe exposed. Suddenly, Octavia's grayish mulberry-colored eyes widened in alarm.
"Nooot, my second toe!! Not my second toohohohohohohoe!!" Octavia squeaked as my lips wrapped around the longer second toe of her foot, and the end of my tongue tickled the underside of her toe pad.
"N-nomohohohore!!" Octavia entreated through her heavy breathing as her second longer toe was her erogenous zone, sexually stimulating this earth pony mare.
I ignore this sexually stimulated earth pony mare pleading for me to remove my lips from the longer second toe of her foot, building more sexual energy in her. At the right moment, I pulled my lips from around her erotic second toe, and she unleashed a relieved sigh. Her grayish mulberry-colored eyes were seething, but that was as far as it went as I exposed the longer second toe of her other foot and threatened to suck on that toe.
"Huff!! That was so uncouth!! Sucking on the sensitive second longer toe of mare barefoot like that Justice." Octavia said with an air of elegance as she crossed her arms over her chest indignantly.
"Oh, don't give me that stuck-up manner, Tavi. I have known you for too long. You enjoy it." I retorted as I ran the pad of my finger up the supple goldish-gray exposed skin on the bottom of her foot, making her jump and yelp with surprise.
"(a fake squeal) Oh Justice, sometimes I forget how long you have known me! (Kiss me on my cheek) And you are right; I did enjoy it." Octavia said, friendly as she lay back down on the chaise lounge, resting her bare feet on my lap, rocking them side to side as I began to massage her feet.
"Ah! Yes, j-just like that…my mother and aunt should be arriving soon." Octavia groaned, resting her back against the backrest of the chaise lounge.
Sitting on my lap were her ten-inch long, Greek-shaped, goldish gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with zesty red-orange toenail polish. The most prominent feature on her feet was the second toe that juts past her big toe, a flame foot.
The normal shaped arches on both her feet were elegantly curved. Why the oval-shaped gentle round ball of her feet was stunning. On the other end of her elegant arch, it led into supple, curvaceous heels with no hint of roughness or callousness.
Her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes had a slight plush. Each of her toenails was beautifully trimmed and shaped and painted with zesty red-orange toenail polish. Why, the skin upon her lovely shaped and refined Greek-shaped bare feet was very supple with superb flowing creases upon this earth pony mare’s feet. My fingers effortlessly glide over the smooth, goldish gray, soft naked skin of this earth pony mare's naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant Greek-shaped bare feet as she hummed to herself relaxed.
"Aaahh…your fingers, Justice, are like maaagiiic," Octavia said, falling deeper and deeper into her very relaxed state of bliss with my fingers rubbing the stress out of her bare feet.
As Octavia's grayish mulberry-colored eyes were about to close, the townhouse front door was opened by a beautiful, slightly older goldish gray earth pony mare with a glamorous, tumbled-styled midnight gray mane and tail. Her elegant 5ft 11in equine figure was attired in a black Sam and Jess floral appliqué sleeveless evening gown whose hemline hit at her ankles with a single side slit that hit just above her knees. On her smooth, sleekly, muscular goldish gray equine legs were black sheer thigh-high stockings peeping out a bit from the slit was the beautiful lace detail on the welt of the nylons.
On her ten-and-one-half-inch goldish gray, lovely, long, narrow, shapely, and refined nylon-clad Roman-shaped bare feet were black Journee collection glitter open-toed mare's Bella heeled sandals with two-and-one-half-inch block heels.
Protruding from under the front straps of her sandals were her nylon-clad ten goldish gray long, dazzling, shapely, adorable, soft, elegant toes with slight plump to them with pumpkin orange colored toenail polish.
The most prominent feature on her feet was the first three nylon-clad toes being the same length and the last two nylon-clad toes curving slightly inward toward the first three nylon-clad toes on her feet. This earth pony mare was Miss Aretha Melody, a renowned harpist and illustrious music agent in Coltifornia based in Los Ungulas, and Octavia's mother and older sister to Agatha.
Behind Octavia's mother was a lovely, slightly older goldish gray earth pony mare with a styled medium gray mane and tail. Her elegant 5ft 11in equine figure was attired in a black SL-fashioned sleeveless embellished evening gown whose hemline hit at her ankles with a single side slit that hit just above her knees. On her smooth, sleekly, muscular goldish gray equine legs were black sheer thigh-high stockings peeping out a bit from the slit was the beautiful lace detail on the welt of the nylons.
On her ten-inch long goldish gray, lovely, long, narrow, shapely, and refined nylon-clad Egyptian-shaped bare feet were black Journee collection mare's Kedzie open-toed wedge sandals with two-and-one-half-inch wedge heels.
Protruding from under the front straps of her sandals were her ten nylon-clad goldish gray long, dazzling, shapely, adorable, soft, elegant toes with slight plumpness to them with burnt/cream orange colored toenail polish.
The most prominent feature on her feet were the two longer nylon-clad big toes on the end of her feet, the rest of her nylon-clad tidy toes slanted downward at a roughly forty-five-degree angle. Allowing her longer and narrower feet to easily fit into the typical-sized mare's shoes. This earth pony mare was Miss Agatha Melody, a renowned violinist and celebrated music composer in Coltifornia, also based in Los Ungulas, and Octavia's aunt and Aretha's younger sister.
"Octavia Melody! I thought I told you to wait for us to get here so all our feet can be played with simultaneously." Aretha said, pretending to be angry as she doesn't know. I took a quick peep at Octavia's text message from her on her cell phone.
"Justice, could you tickle her normal-shaped arches to punish her for me?" Aretha asked as Octavia pretended to widen her eyes in alarm with the request.
"Huh? Mom, don't encourage him like that! He already tickled the balls of my feet through my nylons earlier; it was the worst tickle torture I have endured." Octavia pretended to sulk as I stood up and walked over to the other two mares to hug them.
After hugging those two mares, I returned to the chaise lounge and sat back on it. As Octavia's mother and aunt walk behind the folding privacy screen to put on their robes, replacing their evening gown, I placed Tavi's supple, curvaceous heels in my hand.
I slowly brought them up to my nostrils and sniffed the wonderful, sweet scent of her very supple, soft skin on the underside of her feet. Occasionally, slowly licking the superb flowing creases upon this earth pony mare's bare feet, intentionally causing her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes to curl and splay on the end of her feet. As I continued covering this very classy earth pony mare's goldish gray sensitive bare soles with my saliva and sucking on her long dazzling shapely lovable digits on the end of her naturally beautiful slender, and elegant mare bare feet.
First to emerge from behind the folding privacy screen was Tavi's mother, Miss Aretha Melody. She was attired in Heather gray three-fourths inch sleeved Ambrielle mares above the knee-length kimono robe. Due to the height of the hemline of the robe, you could clearly see all of the gorgeous French lace detail on the welt of her nylons and the keyhole on the back of the stockings she had on.
She was closely followed by Tavi's aunt, Miss Agatha Melody. She was attired in a turquoise sky blue three-fourths inch sleeved Liz Claiborne mares knee-length robe. Unlike her older sister's kimono robe, Agatha's robe hemline completely covered the gorgeous French lace detail on the welt of her nylons and the keyhole on the back of the stockings she had on.
Both lovely older mares looked as fetching in their stockings and dress sandals, as did Miss Octavia Melody before I removed her shoes and stockings. I watched all three earth pony mares simultaneously blush and nervously chuckle, knowing that in the next few seconds, their goldish gray, lovely, long, narrow, shapely, and refined bare feet would be exploited for all their worth.
"Oh!?" Aretha exclaimed, remembering something from the concert rehearsal she was to ask about.
"Tavi…Can I speak to you in private? The conductor wanted me to ask you about the scores you will be playing at the concert…He also wants me to get back to him right away." Aretha explained as Octavia nodded her head, and the pip-pops of Octavia's barefeet and the click-clack of Aretha's shoed feet were muffled as the two mares walked into Aretha’s home office before closing the door to talk.
As the gorgeous ten-inch-long Greek-shaped goldish gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with zesty red-orange toenail polish of Octavia Melody left the living room. I spotted her Aunt Agatha Melody sitting at the natural light brown finished Isanti dining table with two chairs and a single bench with her long, sexy earth pony mare's legs crossed, one knee tossed casually over the other, sipping chamomile tea she made in the galley kitchen.
The breath caught in Agatha's throat as I stood up and walked towards her, sitting at the dining table elegantly sipping her chamomile tea in her Royal Albert old country rose tea cup. As I approach the dining table, she graciously sets her Royal Albert old country rose teacup down on the matching saucer on the table before uncrossing her long, sexy earth pony mare's legs from under the table.
"You want to start with little old me, Justice?" Agatha said nonchalantly as I casually nodded my equine head and calmly used my Unicorn's levitation spell to remove the single bench from being pushed under the table.
"Would you like me to place my legs on this bench, Justice?" Agatha asked, inclined as I once again nodded my equine head.
She effortlessly rose to her feet from her chair, bushing her hand over her turquoise sky blue three-fourths inch sleeved Liz Claiborne mares knee-length robe to straighten the wrinkle in the fabric. The black Journee collection mare's Kedzie open-toed wedge sandals with two-and-one-half-inch wedge heels click-clack over the Thames hickory wire brushed engineered hardwood floor as she drags the chair in front of the bench to rest her legs on top of it.
Once she dragged the chair in front of the bench, she straddled the chair before gracefully sitting down on the chair. She elegantly brings her long, sexy earth pony mare's legs up and graciously stretches them onto the bench before her. I straddle the bench before sitting down on the bench with her sandals and nylon-clad feet directly in front of me. I marvel at the black sheer nylon feet in front of me wearing her sandals.
Through the front opening of her sandals, I can see her first three nylon-clad toes with burnt/cream orange colored toenail polish sticking out the front. A mischievous smile formed on my snout when I stuck my two fingers into the teardrop cut-out on top of her shoes over the roof of her foot and dragged my fingers down the fabric, causing her long, sexy earth pony mare's legs to quiver from the stroke.
“Those ten nylon-clad goldish gray long, dazzling shapely, adorable soft, elegant toes with slight plumpness to them with burnt/cream orange colored toenail polish are going to get the worst tickle torture when I relieve them of their sandals-clad protection," I said pretending to be evil as Agatha shyly giggles.
"Oh, my good heavens…I beseech you don't tickle torture my sensitive toes with my nylons on. That is a cruel and unusual punishment…my poor toes will not last long with the stocking on. So with all the mercies, please remove my nylons before you begin torturing my feet." Agatha said, pretending to be anxious and fearful as I reached the sides of her sandals and unbuckled both buckles simultaneously on her shoes to relieve them from her nylon-clad feet.
Agatha's light purple eyes watch with numbed horror as the black Journee collection mare's Kedzie open-toed wedge sandals with two-and-one-half-inch wedge heels easily slide off her nylon-clad feet and are haphazardly tossed underneath the dining table.
Left revealed were her nylon-clad Egyptian ash gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with burnt/cream orange toenail polish through the sheer nylon fabric. The most prominent feature on her feet was her nylon-clad, longer big toes and her elegant nylon-clad smaller toes that slant downward at a forty-five-degree angle to the end of her feet.
The normal shaped arches on both her feet were elegantly curved. Why the oval-shaped gentle round ball of her feet was stunning. On the other end of her elegant arch, it led into supple, curvaceous heels with no hint of roughness or callousness on her long, narrow feet.
Her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes had a slight plush. Her toenails were beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with burnt/cream orange toenail polish. The skin upon her lovely Egyptian-shaped bare feet was very supple with superb flowing creases with no hint of roughness or callousness. Learning from my mistake with Octavia Melody's nylon-clad Greek-shaped bare feet, I securely trapped Agatha's ankles under my arms before executing the assault on her sensitive toes locked in the sheer fabric of her nylons.
"P-pleeeese ahahahahah! P-pleeeese!! Ahahahahah!! Stop it ahahahahahah!" Agatha pleaded as I dug my fingertips into her sensitive toes locked in the sheer fabric of her nylons.
"Ahahahahahahahahaah stop it!!! Ahahahahaha!" Agatha screamed as she never realized I was using my unicorn telekinesis to roll down her black thigh-high stocking.
As the fabric bundle reaches my arm, I loosen my grip around her ankles, allowing the fabric bundle to continue to roll up her feet and off her toes. I tossed the removed fabric bundle with my unicorn telekinesis under the table with her removed sandals. Agatha exploded with uncontrollable laughter when she figured out she was now barefooted.
She was in hysterics in no time; the sensations shot up her bare legs and exploded in her mind. Not wanting Agatha to pass out, I ceased tickle torturing her sensitive toes on the end of her feet, allowing her to gulp much-needed oxygen into her oxygen-deprived lungs. By then, the muffled pip-pops of Octavia's Greek-shaped bare feet returned to the living room from the other room. A huge Cheshire cat smile forms on Octavia's snout when she notices that her Aunt Agatha is now barefooted.
"Mother is in the office talking on her cell phone…she said you can join her there, Justice," Octavia said as she joined the other barefooted earth pony mare at the table. With two of Melody's family mares in their barefeet, I make my way to the home office for the final Melody family member, Octavia's mother, Aretha.
I gently pushed open the mahogany solid wood interior hinged door and walked into a medium-sized twelve by fourteen square foot room with a single sliding window on the room's western wall. Once through the door, a warm ash wood L-shaped desk was directly in front of me. The top of the L was right in front of me, and the lower part of the L was on my right side.
Sitting on the cocoa and mocha-colored Morgan executive faux leather chair with her long, sexy earth pony mare's legs crossed, one knee tossed casually over the other, was Aretha Melody. She was speaking on her cell phone, facing the door. She smiles at me, gestures to me inside, and gestures to me again to close the door behind me.
As I closed the door behind me, stretched out before me lays Aretha's sandal-clad and nylon-clad foot, tapping soundlessly in the open air, beckoning me to kneel on the ground and try to capture that sensitive appendage.
I glanced slowly at this earth pony mare talking on the cell phone before me. I quickly determined that this earth pony mare was oblivious to what I would do with that sensitive foot on the end of her leg. I quietly lower myself to be at the same level as her crossed legs and vulnerable nylon-clad feet in her dress sandals.
She slowed her soundlessly, tapping her foot in the open air before stopping it completely, leaving her foot entirely still. Her foot was not fully stagnant through the front opening of her sandal, her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes with a slight plush to them casually splayed and curled inside her reinforced toed stockings. I carefully took hold of her block heel and held it tight. At the same time, I used the tips of my fingers of my other hand to probe along the side of her nylon-clad foot, searching for the concave of that foot.
"I found it," I said in a low voice as my fingers fell into the hollow of her black sheer thigh-high stocking.
I pushed my fingers into the supple fabric of her nylons till the tips of my fingers hit the start of her high arch foot; there was a light sound of fabric ripping as I pushed too hard on one single point, opening a small hole in the nylon over her high arch foot. I took advantage of every opportunity and, using two fingers, ripped the gap larger in the fabric.
I snaked my finger into the hole, scratching the supple ash-gray bare skin inside her high arch foot, causing Aretha to jump out of her seat, squeal at me, and swipe with her foot at me, which missed. I backed away from the hole in the nylon to allow the earth pony mare to set down from the tickling of the bare skin of her high arch foot.
Once she returned to a calm demeanor and her foot returned to a tranquil state, I returned again in front of her nylon-clad and sandal-clad feet. But this time, I carefully reach up to her elevated sandal, slowly unbuckling the buckle on the side of her foot, and remove it from her nylon-clad foot.
Being a very cheeky unicorn stallion with a mare's foot fetish, I was not satisfied with just one nylon-clad foot being accessible; I wanted both of them accessible. I lay prone on the ground and once again slowly unbuckle her other sandal buckle. I used my unicorn telekinesis to lift Aretha's foot off the floor just high enough to carefully slip her other sandal off her nylon-clad foot, leaving her shoeless. A sudden spurt of adrenaline shot through my veins when Aretha intentionally wiggled her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes with a slight plush inside her reinforced toed stockings as if she were saying 'Hi.'
"I like that," Aretha said in a sensuous, low tone as I looked up to see that she had pressed the mute button on her cell phone.
She quickly pressed the mute button again, allowing her to return to the phone call as her light purple eyes glinted with pleasure. I knew she wanted both her nylon-clad feet accessible. Aretha softly chuckled under her breath like a school-aged filly as I floated a sturdy vertical cardboard box over to us along with a wooden stool. She didn't object when I lifted both her legs off the ground, forcing her to cross her ankles. I rested her supple, curvaceous heels on top of the vertical box in front of her as I sat down on the wooden stool with her nylon-clad feet.
Sitting before me was her nylons-clad ten-and-a-half-inch long Roman-shaped ash gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with pumpkin orange toenail polish. The most prominent feature on her feet was the first three nylon-clad toes being the same length and the last two nylon-clad toes curving slightly inward toward her first three toes.
She has high-arched feet that are smoothly curved. The round balls of her feet were stunning, with a smooth, gentle roundness evident through the sheer hosiery fabric. On the other end of her soft high arch feet were supple curvaceous heels with no hint of roughness or callousness, a sign of well-attended feet.
Her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes, which had a slight plush to them, wiggled seductively in her reinforced-toed stockings. Each toenail on her long, spectacular, shapely, lovely toes was beautifully trimmed and painted with gorgeous pumpkin orange toenail polish.
The velvety skin upon her high arched nylon-clad Roman-shaped bare feet was very supple with superb flowing creases once again with no hint of roughness or callousness as she scrunched her long toes down. She constantly teased me by scrunching her long toes down, making that sound of nylon rustling upon her feet.
My bratty nature surfaced from the constant teasing of those high-arched nylon-clad Roman-shaped bare feet in front of me. Aretha's eyebrows shot up in surprise as I uncrossed her ankle and held her nylon-clad foot in my hand. She noticed the bratty look that appeared in my cobalt blue eyes. Before she could react, my lips wrapped around the long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes, which had a slight plush to them inside her reinforced-toed stockings, relishing the flavor of the nylon fabric and the warm tastes of plushy long toes inside the stocking.
'Oh, good heavens!!!' I thought as Justice wrapped his lips around my plushy, long toes inside my stocking. I could feel the warm drool soaking through the black translucent fabric of my nylon. My equine body shivered as several beads of saliva followed the contours of my high arched nylon-clad Roman-shaped barefoot before dropping off my supple curvaceous heel with no hint of roughness or callousness to the ground.
'Oh, dear heavens…I beseech you don't suck on both my high-arched nylon-clad Roman-shaped bare feet!!!' I thought as Justice wrapped his lips around both pairs of plushy long toes inside my stocking, relishing the flavor of the nylon fabric and warm tastes of plushy long toes inside the stocking.
I began to softly moan and pant heavily, wanting Justice to stop sucking on all my plushy long toes inside my stockings; I could feel the excitement building inside my overstimulated equine body. As I was fighting my urge to climax as the sensation was pleasurable, I never realized that Justice was using his unicorn telekinesis to roll my stockings down my elegant, long, sexy earth pony mare's legs.
Once it got past my knees, he reached up and continued using his hands to roll my nylons the rest of the way down my elegant, long, sexy earth pony mare's legs. I was ecstatic, never realizing I was barefooted as Justice floated my feet in cobalt blue magic aura. I could tell that Miss Aretha Melody was bottomless in bliss, allowing me to scrutinize her Roman-shaped bare feet before me.
Floating in my cobalt blue bubble was her ten-and-a-half-inch long Roman-shaped ash gray, naturally beautiful, slender, and elegant mare bare feet with pumpkin orange toenail polish. The most prominent feature on her feet was her first three toes being the same length and the last two toes curving slightly inward toward her first three toes.
She has high-arched feet that are smoothly curved. The round balls of her feet were smoothly shaped with gentle roundness that was evident upon her naked feet. On the other end of her smooth high arch feet were supple curvaceous heels with no hint of roughness or callousness, a sign of well-attended bare feet.
Her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes, which had a slight plush to them, look more fabulous when exposed to the open air of her home office. Each toenail on her long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes was beautifully trimmed and painted with gorgeous pumpkin orange toenail polish.
Why, the velvety skin upon her high arched Roman-shaped bare feet was very supple with superb flowing creases once again with no hint of roughness or callousness when she unknowingly scrunched her long toes down, sending slow ripples across the expanse of her goldish gray bare soles.
"Huh!!" I exclaimed when I finally came out of my pleasure-induced haze and noticed that my feet were bare. My nylons were tossed haphazardly on top of the black Journee collection mare's open-toed Bella glitter-heeled sandals with two-and-one-half-inch block heels on the ground by my desk.
"Please ahahahahahah Please!! Ahahahahaha Stop it ahahahahah!!!!" I pleaded as his fingers played in my high-arched feet, smooth curves tracing the contours of my sensitive arches.
"Please!!!" I giggled as he taunted me by having the ten tiny bubbles pull back my long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes, which had a slight plush to them, opening my ticklish toe stems to be assaulted.
I exploded with maniacal laughter as he tickled the center of my high-arched Roman-shaped bare feet. I was in hysterics in no time as the sensations shot up my long, sexy earth pony mare's legs and exploded in my pleasure-induced haze mind.
It only got worse for me when he used small magical wedges to wedge open my long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes and shot his tongue in between my ticklish toes, causing me to scream with laughter.
“Ahahahahahahahahahaah stop it!!! Ahahahahaha!” I screamed as he used the tip of his tongue to tickle the skin between my ticklish toes.
I squeaked and began to giggle again, pleading with Justice to stop tickling the skin between my ticklish toes with the tip of his tongue. My light purple eyes widened in alarm, went a paint bucket with a brush popped into existence. He began applying a sticky substance to my very supple bare soles and between the toes of my ticklish feet, causing them to stick together temporarily. I giggled and screamed for him to stop; the brush tickled the worst.
“What is that?” I giggled out
"The coup de grace, Miss Aretha Melody…Just honey, my dear ticklish earth pony mare." I said as I applied the finishing touches.
"Oh god no!! Please don't lick my feet!!" I pleaded, but to no avail.
I screamed in ticklish misery as Justice greedily licked off every last drop of honey from my horribly ticklish soles and toes. A few minutes later, my horribly ticklish soles and toes were completely clean but covered with saliva. As I slowly recover from the ticklish assault on my arched-shaped bare feet, Justice helps me to my feet.
"Well, Miss Aretha Melody with the entire Melody family mare…feet now thoroughly sensitizes. Shall we return to the living room for the group tickle torture?" I suggest as Aretha's high arched Roman, shaped bare feet pip-popped over the shield maple waterproof laminate of her office into the living room.
In the living room, Agatha and Octavia have already taken their sits on the Tanavi five-piece modular sectional, waiting for Aretha to arrive. Aretha's arched Roman-shaped bare feet pip-pops are muffled by the living room carpeting as she makes her way over to the sectional. After Aretha took her seat on the sectional, my cobalt blue magic aura formed on my spiral horn. In the next instance, a set of long wooden footstocks appeared.
I lifted the top half of the wooden foot stocks and watched each earth pony mare place their slender ankles into the lower half of the wooden foot stocks before pushing the top half down, trapping their ankles. Before I pulled a barrel bolt locking the wooden foot stocks. I moved from barefeet to barefeet, tying their long, dazzling, shapely, lovable toes with a slight plush to them to the top of the stocks to immobilize their toes. With that done, the paint bucket reappeared, and I went to work painting all types of sweet substances onto their horribly ticklish soles and toes before licking them off.
It is a rare occurrence when I go on a business trip, especially when I am retired from the DaySpring Corporation and the former Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation. But it is even rarer when I go on a business trip with a drop-dead gorgeous light blue hybrid Alicorn mare with a center-parted crimson red mane and tail.
Her 5ft 6in superb equine figure was in a gray Le suit skirt suit. On her well-defined, long, athletic hybrid Alicorn legs were lace ultra-thin jet black thigh-high nylons. The knee-length hemline of her pencil skirt hid the stunning French lace detail on the welt of her lace ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons.
As we move down, her long, athletic legs on her perfectly shaped and palatial long, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped perfect bare feet were black Liz Claiborne mare's Harvey stiletto heel pumps with a three-inch stiletto heel.
If you could see through the toe boxes of her shoes, you would notice that her two big toes are the longest on her feet. Why her other slender and magnificent toes slant downward at the perfect forty-five-degree angle, the ideal angle to accommodate the common-sized mare's shoes painted with violet purple toenail polish.
This hybrid Alicorn mare was Chief Marketing Officer for the Dayspring Corporation Blueberry Swirl Silverlight, the youngest daughter of the former Chief executive officer of the Dayspring Corporation Celestia Silverlight, her mother, and former Chief Marketing Officer for Dayspring Corporation Justice Silverlight, her father.
Who am I…I am a handsome-looking dark blue unicorn stallion with a short textured cut crimson red mane and tail. My 6ft 5in athletic equine figure was attired in a light brown slim-fit suit. Black lace-up dress shoes were on my twelve-inch-long, dark blue socked bare feet. I am former Chief Marketing Officer Justice Silverlight for the Dayspring Corporation, and husband to celestia as well as the father to this drop-dead gorgeous light blue hybrid Alicorn mare.
I went on this business trip to Las Pegasus with my younger daughter to introduce her to this long-time client for the Dayspring Corporation, Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee. I first met this earth pony mare when she ran the Tiny T Shoe store at a pedestrian mall four blocks from the University of Coltifornia, Los Ungulas. I worked for her as a sales pony, and Celestia worked for her as a cashier and Foot model during our college days.
Many years after graduating from college, we never knew what happened to Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee and the Tiny T Shoe store. Only when the Dayspring Corporation was invited to participate in the Advertising Conference did we discover what happened to Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee and Tiny T Shoe Store.
Business started to dry up at the pedestrian mall, so Sherry sold the Tiny T Shoe store to a new investor for quite a bit. With the bits she got for the Tiny T Shoe Store sale, she invests in a small resort and casino here in Las Pegasus. Now, she’s the owner of three hugely successful resorts and casinos.
"Papa, please…I agreed to the tickle test because you told me Ms Jubilee has a thing for mare's feet…I know allowing another pony to tickle torture your daughter’s sensitive feet is something you disapprove of…That is why I made certain conditions with her." I said reassuringly as we drove to the fated meeting at the Friesian Resort and Casino, the flagship resort and casino for Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee in Las Pegasus.
"It the conditions that got me concerned, daughter…Like I am the only one that you would let remove your heels and stockings, rendering your sensitive feet bare…and the second condition is I will stay with you in the pit while the tickle torture is being administered on my foal." I said as a concerned father as Blueberry nodded her equine head.
"I never told Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee that I am your daughter…I didn't want her to hold back the tickle torture on my feet…So please, Father, don't mention that I am your foal until the tickle torture ends." I pleaded with my father as we waited for the private elevator to arrive on the hotel lobby floor.
Watching Justice and Blueberry through the security cameras in her office was a splendid-looking pale yellow earth pony mare with moderate shoulder length crimson red mane and tail. Her 5ft 11in curvaceous equine figure was attired in a navy blue Le suit pantsuit. On her ten-inch long, longer, and narrow, very pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with spicy orange toenail polish were black Liz Claiborne mare's Faris block heel pumps with two-inch block heels.
If you could clearly see the very pale yellow barefeet in her heels, you would immediately notice that her two big toes were the longest on her feet and the remaining four smaller toes slant downward at roughly forty-five-degree angles easily accommodate standard mare's shoe sizes. This earth pony mare was Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee, the owner of Friesian Resort and Casino, plus two other resorts and casinos in Las Pegasus.
'There is more going on than simply Miss Blueberry's colleague. That hug Justice gave his colleague was more tender and loving, like a father hugging his foal. (Zooms in with the camera on Blueberry's face) Plus, she looks very familiar to me, like someone from my past. (Switch to a foot camera and zoom in on blueberry feet) Plus, those perfectly shaped and palatial long, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped bare feet also look very familiar. Sherry thought, watching Blueberry’s feet disappear into the private elevator that would bring them to her penthouse floor at the Friesian Resort and Casino.
It would take about forty-five minutes for the elevator car to ascend to the penthouse floor at the Friesian Resort and Casino. At that time, her father continued airing his reservation to his youngest daughter, Blueberry, whose tranquility was on full display when she calmly kissed him on his cheek.
“Papa, I completely understand; you’re feeling…How can I not? I know you want no harm to come to your foals as it should be…because you are my father. But Papa, I need your help with that….So?" I said in my soothing, calm voice as I gently slipped my nylon-clad barefoot out of my pump and asked him to kneel in front of me.
"Now Papa, even those I am your daughter…you know I don't allow just anyone full access to my susceptible feet…because of how horribly ticklish they are…as you hold my nylon-clad foot in your hand…I am not anxious about my ticklish foot being tickled…because I trust you." I said, remaining in my tranquility state as my father manipulated my horribly ticklish, perfectly shaped, and palatial, long, narrow, light blue, ten-inch long Egyptian barefoot inside my nylon.
"All right baby (Justice kiss her on her snout)…I will play along with you…But when we get done with this meeting…young lady, you will return to my hotel room; those pumps are coming off those horribly ticklish, perfectly shaped and palatial, long, narrow, light blue, ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped bare feet and are getting the worse tickle torture your father will give to his foal." Justice said in a veiled warning as my face pales, knowing that my father know so many ways to force a mare to scream out with laughter, and I am going to experience them all.
"Y-yes, papa," I said as my voice broke, knowing that what every Ms Jubilee was going to do to me would pale in comparison to my father's tickle torture as I slipped my nylon-clad foot back into my pump.
The private elevator pings on the penthouse floor of the Friesian Resort and Casino as my father and I step out of the car; we find ourselves standing in a large thirteen by twenty square foot office in the wall directly behind an espresso-colored double-pedestal desk where two large double-hung picture windows that frame five-shelf bookshelf. On the western side of the office was a small sitting area consisting of a gray Calvin Heights two-piece left-arm XL chaise sectional.
The oddest feature in the office was the forty-two-inch tall free-standing platform with a comfortable padded cushion for a pony to lie down on that was eighty-one inches long. On either end of the platform were two large half circles with some kind of rail.
Right below the large half circle on the head side was a large square metal box with two hoses attached to that half circle for pumping what looked like oxygen onto the platform for what purpose, I don't know. As we continued along the side of the platform, we came across a large screen that was turned off.
Next to the screen was some kind of numeric keypad for some unknown task. Our stomach knotted on the foot end of the platform was a half circle that had a set of padded foot stocks for trapping the barefeet of the victims. Right below the padded foot stocks was a large square metal box with numerous sliding doors of various sizes and hidden devices. My father reeled with astonishment when he noticed the gray upholster guest chair with arms nearby and an upholster curved padded footrest in front of it. An attached bench with sturdy wooden legs stuck out on the front side of the footrest.
'No, it can't be…is that the shoes changing footrest from the Tiny T Shoe Store?' Justice thought as my father made a beeline to the footrest to see and smell the furniture. He brought his nostril down and took a good sniff of fabric on the footrest as I looked on, flabbergasted by what my father was doing.
'It is! After all these years, I pick up the faint smell of Alicorn's mare barefeet lingering on the fabric. I guess the magic property of Alicorn leaves a scent when the bare skin of any part of their body touches it.' Justice thought as I was beside myself, wondering why my father smelled the footrest's fabric so intently.
Meanwhile, two hundred seventy-nine miles away in the desert city of Pasture Spring in Califoalnia in the warm sands neighborhood, laying on a light brown Byron Bay outdoor chaise lounge with novella cushion under an off-white Sunnydaze outdoor offset LED patio umbrella was breathtakingly gorgeous white with a hint of pink Alicorn mare with golden blonde mane and tail attired in summer sky blue ombre one piece swimsuit.
A tan-colored safari hat sat between her ears and behind her long spiral horn. Why, on her snout, sat a pair of gold-rimmed UV protection Aviator mare's sunglasses. She was also holding a book; on the armrest of outdoor chaise lounge was a tall glass of iced tea.
This Alicorn mare was the former Chief executive officer of the Dayspring Corporation, Celestia Silverlight, and the mother of Blueberry. As the camera pans down her long, shapely white with a hint of pink Alicorn legs, a moment later, the camera shines upon a pair of relatively large, long, full, thick, and plush white with a hint of pink, luxurious Greek-shaped bare feet with sexy, deep sets and high arches. These shapely, delicately rounded, not-too-long toes are the perfect length for her unassuming Alicorn-size feet. You could clearly see that her second toe was longer than her big toes. The balls of her feet were perfectly round and soft.
The perfect round, supple heels were just as smooth. The skin on the bottom of her feet was creamy soft as her feet didn't get rough or callous by walking around barefoot. She gently scrunches her toes down, causing her creamy soft soles to wrinkle, revealing all her perfect creases across her spacious white with a hint of pink creamy soft soles of her feet.
“Huh?!!” Celestia exclaimed as a sweet scent wafted off her bare feet on the end of the outdoor chaise lounge that began to fill her nostrils.
"Why? Is there a strong scent suddenly coming off my bare feet? As part of my normal morning routine, I didn't apply that much moisturizer on my feet this morning?" Celestia said, puzzled as the scents continued to come off her feet.
'Well, it's a good thing that my husband Justice is with our younger daughter on a business trip in Las Pegasus…The strong scent from my feet would attract him like a moth to a flame. With my feet out in the open, wearing my one-piece swimsuit like I am…I would find myself bonded and screaming in ticklish misery as he tickled my feet, arousing me from intense tickling.' Celestia thought as a slight blush appeared on her cheeks as she adjusted the patio umbrella with her unicorn telekinesis before returning to reading her book.
(Back in Las Pegasus)
"Justice, why are you smelling that piece of Furniture!" I called, bothered as I heard soft mares chuckling just before me. Sitting on top of her desk was Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee, attired in a navy blue Le suit pantsuit. Dangling off the pale yellow, five-slender, and perfect toes of her elevated foot was a single black Liz Claiborne mare's Faris block heel pump with two-inch block heels.
"Don't be too upset with Mr. Silverlight over their Miss Blueberry…In college, he worked for me at a shoe store….It was him and his girlfriend Celestia Borealis (I blink with surprise)…That footrest is from the same shoe store…but I didn't think it would still have the scent of Alicorn mare's barefeet on it after all these years." Sherry explained as I reeled with astonishment.
‘Mama…her Alicorn mare barefeet can still be on something her bare skin touch years ago.’ I thought as a sudden spurt of adrenaline coursed through my veins, learning something like that.
"If you are quite done, Justice! Could you escort Miss Blueberry over to that chair? So you can remove her pumps and stockings…so we may begin?" Sherry said as it snapped my father out of his train of thought.
My stiletto heels hesitantly click-clack over the Thames Hickory wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor of the large office; my hesitation in my footsteps only helped to cause my father's cobalt blue eyes to become haunted by some inner anxiety.
‘No!’ I thought, knowing my unwillingness to leave my scent of hybrid Alicorn mare's barefeet on something that would last for many years;.
I quickly summon up my courage, and the stiletto heels on my high heels pump click-clack with authority over the Thames Hickory wire-brushed engineered hardwood floor of the large office toward the chair and footrest so my heels and stockings can be removed, rendering my horribly ticklish perfectly shaped and palatial long narrow light blue ten-inch long Egyptian shaped bare feet nude.
At the time, I didn't know that the scene of me summoning up my courage and walking toward the chair and footrest would betray my ruse for Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee. At that moment, Sherry knew immediately that I was the daughter of Justice's girlfriend, Celestia Borealis. But still, that would not stop her from testing me and my father bond between us. I quickly sat on the chair and waited for my father to join me. When he did, I placed both my heeled feet on the footrest in front of me.
“Are you ready? Daughter?" Justice inquired in a hushed voice as he tickled the sides of his daughter’s perfectly shaped ankles with the tips of his fingers following the outer contours of her feet till he reached the top lines of her shoes where her toes began.
"Tee-hee…I am father." Blueberry replied in her hush voice as her father tickled the top of her foot through the ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons she wore, sending a tingling sensation up her long hybrid Alicorn athletic legs that made her tremble.
“Miss Blueberry? If you would?”My father asked as I set my high-heel-clad feet on the ground and slipped my nylon-clad feet out of my shoes.
My father was collecting my removed pumps to set them aside so he could strip my ultra-thin jet-black thigh-high nylons from my feet, leaving me bare and ready for the tickle torture to proceed. A gentle, warm glow started to build on the delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of my feet as if they were anticipating my bare skin touching something.
As I rest my nylon-clad barefeet back on the footrest, a solid floral fragrant wafts off my perfectly shaped, palatial, narrow, light blue ten-inch long Egyptian-shaped nylon-clad bare feet. My father rests my robust, perfect heels in one of his hands.
Bringing them up to his nostrils, he buried his nose into the delicate nylon-clad light blue flesh on the bottom of my feet, inhaling the solid floral fragrance from my nylon-clad feet. Usually, I would be appalled at my father smelling my feet through the fabric because bare was better.
But at that moment, the solid floral fragrance from my feet kept my father placid. He stopped when Sherry whistled loudly, breaking him out of my nylon-clad feet, strong, flowery, fragrant-induced haze.
“You are my daughter and a drop-dead gorgeous light blue hybrid Alicorn mare. That floral scent from being a hybrid Alicorn mare will always affect me like your mother. Plus, it would be fun to tickle torture a young hybrid Alicorn mare’s barefeet…if she wants to.” Justice said in his hushed voice as tears ran down my cheeks.
"I would love that papa…So next week went Mother is away…I will visit you wearing slip-on wedge sandals barefooted…Mother told me you like spread tasty substance on her barefeet to lick them off. Would you do that to my feet, papa?" I asked in a hushed voice as he nodded and kissed me on my cheek.
Next week, the father and daughter's foot experience needs to be finalized; we agreed to discuss it with me after the tickle torture. Without hesitation, my father stripped me of my ultra-thin jet black thigh-high nylons, rendering me in my perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet.
My arches were gracefully and smoothly curved enough to be noticeable but not enough to cause me future foot problems. The balls of my feet were rounded and very smooth, an excellent compliment to my perfect Egyptian-shaped bare feet.
My slender and inviting toes were distinguished with elegant plush painted violet-purple toenail polish. My toned, perfect heels accented the overall look of my perfect Egyptian-shaped feet. The delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of my feet was velvety smooth but flexible enough to give me a flawless and unblemished appearance to go along with my perfect creases across my glistening light blue wrinkly soles.
A closer look at my perfect toes revealed each loop, curve, and swirl of my toe prints; the slender and inviting toes were perfect in shape and form. The most prominent feature of my feet was that my two big toes were the longest, so the four smaller toes slant downward at a perfect forty-five-degree angle to easily accommodate the standard mare's shoe sizes. My perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian bare feet are now revealed.
My father and I stood up. I place my well-manicured slender five-finger hand-painted with the same violet-purple nail polish on my toes on his forearm, showing the refinement of hybrid Alicorn mare as my Egyptian-shaped perfect bare feet pip-popped over the Thames Hickory wire brushed engineered hardwood floor as we made our way over to the forty-two-inch tall free-standing platform with the two-inch comfortable padded cushion.
My father helped me sit in the center of a comfortable padded cushion on the platform. I carefully maneuvered my tall hybrid Alicorn body onto a padded cushion till I was lying down comfortably on what would be called my bed.
I felt my father pull my legs straight and carefully maneuver my perfectly shaped ankles into padded footstocks. When they were in position, I heard a soft hiss as the footstocks closed around my ankles.
Several airbags inflated around my ankles to keep my feet from moving, holding them snug. I couldn't help but begin giggling when I felt several tiny metal tentacles wrapped around all ten of my slender and inviting toes with a distinguishing elegant plush painted with violet-purple toenail polish.
The metal tentacles carefully forced my ten toes to splay open, exposing the soft fleshy membranes between my toes with my perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet now in the proper position.
A cylindrical glass canopy closed over me, forcing me to lie still on the bed as two extended body airbags inflated on either side of me, holding me snug like my ankles. I watch a small robotic hand from above me slip a disruptor ring on my spiral horn, negating my potent hybrid Alicorn magic until the tickle torture of my susceptible bare feet is finished.
A sickening wave of terror rose from my belly when I realized I had no idea what type of tickling tools would be used on my susceptible bare feet or how long it would last. Much less, what part of my feet will get targeted the most? As I started to hyperventilate, the oxygen tanks kicked in, filling the tube with pure breathing oxygen, slowly my breathing, bringing it back to normal, calming my anxiety.
Their soft ringing sound signal that the barefooted tickle tests are about to begin as a wave of acid wells up from my belly. Then, two small sliding doors open up from the large metal box at the foot of the tickle test tube.
Rising from those doors were two sturdy metal arms; on the end of those arms were the heads of two scanning guns, the two scanning guns locked into place in front of Blueberry's susceptible bare feet. Once in place, it beeps, projecting a light grid onto the soles of blueberry's feet. Inside the tube, blueberry softly giggled. Whatever just happened tickled the bottoms of her feet.
The heads of scanning guns slowly move up and down, starting from her toned perfect heels across her delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of her velvety smooth soles and ending at her slender and inviting toes before going back in reverse. This has been done several times, building the most accurate image of the soles of a hybrid Alicorn mare barefeet.
A moment later, the scanning guns begin scanning the sides and tops of blueberry feet, adding more details to the image. Blueberry continues to react inside the tube by giggling as the scanning guns send very low-voltage electrical shocks into Blueberry's feet, exciting her nerve endings. Each discharge of the low voltage electrical shocks takes a reading of the most sensitive parts of blueberry's feet, calibrating the other tickle tools used in the barefooted tickle test to gain the most laughter from this hybrid Alicorn mare.
As the tickle test tube program continues, it analyzes the data it collected, calibrating the right tickle tools, duration of the tickling, and location. Meanwhile, in the office of Ms Sherry Cherry Jubilee, an anxious Justice Silverlight watches the screen on the side of the tickle test tube.
On the screen appeared a flat image of his younger daughter's soles with a small grid on it. The program began changing the squares into different colors, marking the most sensitive parts of his daughter's feet. The most challenging image for Justice to look at was the 3-D image of his daughter’s feet; the picture was so accurate that he could see every crease, folded crevice, and swirl on her perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet.
Tears begin running down Justice's cheeks, knowing that he just put his beloved younger daughter in this position of allowing her horribly ticklish barefeet to be tickled till she can't take it anymore. The tears splashing on the cylindrical glass canopy draw Blueberry's attention to her father, who is a study of desolation with what would happen to her. This prompts Blueberry to press a button inside the tube, activating a speaker system to the outside.
"Papa…please stop crying. It is hard enough to anticipate the fourth come tickle torture upon my horribly ticklish barefeet…I will only endure this horrible tickle torture if my papa is strong for both of us. I love you.” I said thoughtfully as my words stopped my father from crying as he wrapped his arms around the tube. Even though I couldn't feel it, I was at ease with the upcoming tickle torture.
(Meanwhile, outside the tickle test tube)
"Justice, would you join me over here? It will take time for Miss Blueberry, or your daughter's feet, to be scanned and analyzed by the program." Sherry commented, knowing as the breath caught in Justice's throat, Sherry knew Blueberry was his daughter.
“How did you know, Sherry?” Justice asked dumbfounded as he hesitantly walked over to the small sitting area and joined Sherry on the Calvin Height two-piece left arm XL chaise sectional.
"At first, I didn't know Miss Blueberry was your daughter…It was not until she walked over to the chair and footrest with confidence…that I knew.” Sherry says as Justice sits on the end of the chaise lounge, and Sherry rests her shooed feet on his lap.
"I see, Sherry…Oh, you say it will take some time to scan and analyze my daughter's feet with the program…can you explain what that means?” Justice asked as Sherry nodded, telling him to go ahead and remove her shoes to look at her earth pony barefeet. He never saw them went he worked for her at the tiny T-shoe store back in the day.
Justice slowly and gently wiggled Sherry's black Liz Claiborne mare's Faris block heel pumps with two-inch block heels off her feet. He got a hint of arousal hearing the damp, squelching sound of leather pumps being removed from the earth pony sweaty mare’s bare feet as he floated them down in front of the chaise lounge, standing them neatly up. All the time Justice worked with Sherry at her Tiny T shoe store, he never once saw the barefeet of this southern bell earth pony mare as she was always on the go.
With the pumps removed, left revealed were a pair of sweaty, pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with natural beauty. Her arches were magnificent in form, with a very smooth radius that accentuated the overall look of her elegant Egyptian-shaped feet. You would immediately notice that her two big toes were the longest on her feet, so why the four smaller toes slant downward at roughly forty-five-degree angles easily accommodate standard mare's shoe sizes.
The very pale yellow balls of her feet and heels were perfectly rounded. When she scrunched her toes down, the satiny, smooth, very pale yellow soles easily wrinkled before smoothing out again. Her ten toes were slender and perfect, with the right amount of softness painted with a spicy orange nail polish that made her stand out from any other earth pony mare.
With her satiny, smooth, very pale yellow sole now revealed. Justice ran two fingers down the entire length of her single soft, silky, pale yellow sole, causing Sherry to yelp and stifle a giggle. A mischievous smile forms on Justice's snout, seeing the reaction he illicit from just one of his old boss's very pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with natural beauty.
As Sherry Cherry Jubilee was recovering from two fingers on her sensitive bare sole, Justice covertly slipped her other sensitive bare sole under his arm, wrapping his arm tightly around her slender ankle. Sherry's light pistachio green eyes widen with alarm as Justice rakes his fingers over her sensitive bare soles, causing the earth pony mare to explode with laughter. She wildly bucks and twists on the chaise lounge, trying to throw Justice to free her very pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with natural beauty from his torturous fingers on her sensitive bare soles.
A bell sounds on the tickle test tube containing his beloved younger daughter as the program finishes calibrating all the tickle tools in the machine. On the screen, it begins counting down from three, two, and one, and the program activates. Two metal arms rose up from a larger metal box on the foot end of the tube. On the end of the arms were four small chainsaw-like heads.
But instead of teeth, it had fine brushes running the entire length of it. The small chainsaw-like head slotted between blueberry's splayed open toes went brushes touch the exposing soft fleshy membranes between her toes they activated.
“Gwweeehehehehe not there Hehehahahaha!!! Not between my toes!!!” Blueberry screamed as the brushes saw back and forth between her ticklish toes.
“Please ahahahahahah!! Please!! Ahahahahah!! Stop it!!! Ahahahahahah!!!” Blueberry pleaded as two flexible metal arms top, with a three-finger robotic hand, started tickling her feet' rounded and very smooth balls.
"Nahahaaahaha!!! It Tihihihihickles so Bahahad!!!" Blueberry squeals and giggles went, two flat-headed brushes began following the contours of her gracefully and smoothly curved arches high enough to be noticeable but not high enough to cause her future foot problems.
“Ahahahahahahahahaah!!! Stop it!!! Ahahahaha!!!" Blueberry screamed as two round brush heads oscillated on her delicate light blue flesh on the bottom of her feet, the velvety smooth texture that gave this hybrid Alicorn mare her flawless and unblemished appearance that goes along with her perfect creases across her glistening light blue wrinkly soles only help to enhance the worst of the tickle torture.
“Aaahahaha Nahahaaahaha Hahahahaha Nooohohoho!! T-too much!! Too Much stop!!! Stop!! Stahahahaohap!!” Blueberry screamed with laughter as five small round brushes tickled her toe pads.
That was all this young hybrid Alicorn mare could take, screamed in ticklish misery as her horribly ticklish soles and toes were exploited for all they were worth.
Slowly, Miss Blueberry Swirl Silverlight's gorgeous cobalt blue eyes closed as she passed out from the horrible tickle torture she just endured on her perfectly shaped and sized palatial light blue immaculate and symmetrical Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The moment Blueberry's eye closed, the program ceased in the tickle test tube on the screen. It read a new record duration of three and a half hours.
At the same time, Justice finishes off Sherry Cherry Jubilee as the earth pony mare lies unconscious on top of the chaise lounge with her very pale yellow Egyptian-shaped bare feet with natural beauty still tingling. Justice carefully sets Sherry's feet down on the chaise lounge and maneuvers his way over to the tickle test tube containing his unconscious daughter.
He presses a button on the computer screen. There is a shallow hissing sound as the cylindrical glass canopy opens up, allowing him to extract his unconscious daughter from the horrible tickle torture machine she endured.
"Pa…Pa…papa…I'll be a good…F…filly, I promise…If they…don't tickle my feet again." Blueberry said in a weak, childlike voice as tears streaked her cheeks before falling into unconsciousness once again, resting her chin on her father's shoulder.
"No, you are a perfect filly…I am a bad father letting my daughter agree to be tickle torture, especially upon her horribly ticklish barefeet…for a client like Sherry and old friend." Justice said, his voice a lifeless monotone.
As he floats, his daughter's removed heels and stockings from next to the chair and footrest, landing them on his daughter’s stomach. He goes over to Sherry's secret elevator, which he learned about from tickling Sherry's barefeet and one of many secrets.
This secret elevator will allow him to quietly slip his unconscious daughter out of the Friesian Resort and Casino and back to their hotel so he can let his younger daughter recover from the ordeal.
Strapped to the X-shaped restraining board chair in a secret room now called the tickle torture chamber in the sub-basement of the Canterlot Trade Center was a beautiful exhausted light mulberry colored Alicorn mare with dark sapphire blue, moderate purple, and brilliant rose streak mane and tail drench with her sweat. Her slender and athletic 5ft 5in equine figure was in a bright white underwire bra and classic panties.
Her long, muscular Alicorn legs, from her calves to the nylon fabric around her toned ankles, were bare. Amazingly, a pair of black Liz Claiborne mare's Harvey high heel pumps with three-inch stiletto heels were still on her magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten and one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet.
Surprisingly, her black floral lace sheer thigh-high stockings still covered her light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet inside her pumps. And folded on her back were her droopy, soft, mulberry-colored, moderate-sized feather bird wings. This light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare was chief pony resources officer Twilight Sparkle for Dayspring Corporation.
"Oh, by the sun's mercies! I beg you…No! Justice, I beg you, stop tickling me!” Twilight said in a weakened, desperate voice as my dark blue five-fingered hands continued tickling her bare calves, causing this Alicorn mare to buck and squirm as I scrambled my fingers from the back of her legs to the front as she screamed with laughter with each ticklish stroke.
"Oh, but Miss Sparkle, I still have two more places to tickle on this Alicorn mare's body…those two places are worse for you…especially with your nerve endings in the rest of your body so sensitive…And I believe you know the two parts I am referring to. Because I left them unmolested for this long, concentrate on the other parts of your body….protecting the sensitive soles inside your shoes and stockings. But it is time to molest those parts." I said evil as Twilight's facial muscles twitched nervously, knowing what parts of her body were left that were worse for her.
“Nooohohohoho!! N-n-not my Feeheeheeheeheet!!! Eeeheehahahaha!!!" Twilight protested out of habit rather than actual complaint, watching me move closer and closer to her horribly ticklish nylon-clad soles and toes.
Twilight's moderate violet-purple eyes dart maniacally about, picking objects out of the gloom in Tickle's torture chamber as her Alicorn body sweated profusely. A cold chill ran up Twilight's spine, hearing the zippers on the back of her heels coming undone and the sound of scratching of leather against her sheer stocking-clad bare feet as they were removed.
There was a soft click as I pressed a small button next to the fetter locked around her toned ankle; as tired as Miss Sparkle was, I took no chances, wrapping my arm snuggly around her thigh as I used the tips of my fingers to ease the sheer stocking up her foot to her toes. Once the fabric bunches up on her toes, I bite on reinforced toes, yanking it off her foot. I could taste the nylon fabric and her sweat on my tongue as I spit the stocking onto the ground before locking her ankle back in fetter. I did the same with her other foot until her feet were bare.
Sitting locked in the fetters on the X-shaped restraining board footrest were a magnificent pair of slender, lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch-long, light purple, Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The arches on both her feet had exquisitely shaped curves that gently bent on her feet. That led into a symmetrical oval ball of her feet, which on the other end of her arches led into flowing round heels. The most prominent feature on her feet was her longer big toes and the well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slant of her remaining toes.
On the end of her feet were shapely long toe stems topped with her ten well-proportioned beautiful, elegant toes; each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with satin finished emerald green nail polish. I was taken aback by the creamy, smooth, light purple soles that quickly wrinkled when she scrunched her toes down before smoothing out once again when she straightened them.
Twilight let loose a weak squeal as I traced the contours of her exquisitely shaped curved arch with the tip of my finger. A cobalt blue magically created fan brush popped into existence as I was about to feather stroke the symmetrical oval ball of her foot to slowly build her laughter. The alarm sounded.
“Time is up, Twilight," I said as Twilight's light purple longer big toe and well-proportioned tiny toes at a forty-five-degree downward slanted angle curled and wiggled with disappointment.
“All ready! You were about to start on my barefeet Justice. The part of my body I enjoy the most of all.” Twilight said, dissatisfied, as I pressed a button on the X-shaped restraining board chair, releasing all the padded cuffs holding Twilight to the chair.
"You know the rules, Twilight…I can only tickle you for a few hours before releasing you." I explained as I lifted her barefeet up in my hand, allowing me to caress her feet, feeling how silky smooth her feet are naturally.
"I must say, Twilight…your Egyptian-shaped light purple barefeet are quite silky smooth," I said, impressed as I cupped her flowing round heel in one hand and cradled her five well-proportioned beautiful, elegant toes with satin finished emerald green nail polish in my other hand.
I brought that foot up in front of my snout and gently pushed down on her toes, causing her sole to wrinkle with her perfect creases across her light purple silky smooth skin now revealed. I brought my tongue out of my mouth and leisurely ran it from her heel to the ball of her foot, causing Twilight to moan and giggle as the revealed creases made her foot more ticklish.
“To think Justice…if my slender stiletto heels on my ankle-high open-toed dress sandal boots didn't get stuck in that grate in the back parking lot of Canterlot Trade Center, you would have never learned that the Chief Pony Resources officer really enjoy having her horribly ticklish feet played with," I explain as I offer my other foot to him so he could lick it.
(Several months earlier)
It was a pleasant, warm Saturday afternoon in downtown Los Ungulas. Walking down the hallway from her office on her way to the rear parking lot was a lovely light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare with dark sapphire blue, moderate purple, and brilliant rose streak mane and tail. Her slender and athletic 5ft 5in equine figure was attired in a pink floral print Evan-picone sleeveless fit and flare dress. The dress's hemline hit her long, muscular Alicorn legs just pass her knees.
On her magnificent pair of slender, lengthy, and one-third-long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet were black lace-up, ankle-high, open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels. Peeking out the opening in front of the shoes were her longer big toes and her well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slanted remaining toes painted with crème finished green-toned turquoise toenail polish.
Folded on her back was her light mulberry-colored moderate-sized feather bird wings. Across her well-defined bosom was a maple brown colored Liz Claiborne penny cross-body bag with all her personal belongings, and her five-finger hand was wrapped around the handle of a small briefcase. This light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare was chief pony resources officer Twilight Sparkle for the Dayspring Corporation. She came to work on Saturday to refile several personnel files that her over-caffeinated assistant had put in the wrong file cabinets the week before.
‘I finally identified all the wrong personnel files that my assistant misfiled after drinking too much coffee that day…It was quite a pain in my tail to refile them in the correct cabinet.' I thought as the stiletto heels on my boots click-clacked over the blacktop of the rear parking lot of the Canterlot Trade Center.
I was keenly aware of that small grate in the middle of the parking lot because several other mare employees got their heels stuck in the small holes in the grate as they walked over it and didn't mind taking their heels off and walking barefooted after free their heels from the holes. But that day, walking barefooted wearing ankle-high lace-up sandal boots was not an option for me, and I completely forgot about it, getting my stiletto heels stuck in the tiny holes.
"Huh! Dammit, I can't free my stiletto heels from this blasted grate!" I let out a strangled cry, trying to free my stuck stiletto heels, which were futile as the more I moved, the tighter it got.
"Help! Help! Help! I am stuck!" I called, forgetting it was Saturday afternoon and no other pony was at the Canterlot Trade Center.
After trying several times to free myself from the grate, my stomach contracted to a tight ball, figuring I would remain stuck in this grate till Monday morning or go to work untying the laces to free myself. My face flushed with happiness when I saw a car drive into the parking lot; I waved my arms frantically, trying to get the driver's attention.
To my surprise, it was Chief Marketing Officer Justice Silverlight; I knew Justice casually since he was hired by Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture, my sister-in-law. Being the Chief Pony Resources Officer for the Dayspring Corporation, Justice has to come to me to find the personnel for the numerous advertising campaigns he and Chief Creative Officer Emerald Luster put together for clients.
"What happened Twilight? How did you end up like this?" Justice asked me as he helped me free my heels from the grate.
“Just bad luck, Justice…but better luck when you arrived, and thank you," I said gratefully, unaware that Justice was looking at my barefeet through the opening on my lace-up sandal boots.
'By the sun, Twilight has magnificent Egyptian-shaped light purple barefeet, and that crème finished green-toned turquoise toenail polish really compliments her slender barefeet.’ Justice thought, looking at her magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten and one-third inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet in her black lace-up ankle-high open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels protecting her feet.
"Oh, dear Twilight…Let me check your feet…it looks like something is wrong with them." Justice exclaimed as I gave a start of surprise Justice kneeled down on the ground at my shoed feet.
I couldn't help, but my pupils dilated as Justice probed every opening in my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet with his fingers. I let out an elated yelp, and I stifled a heavenly giggle after the week I had my tootsies screaming for them to be played with, and the shoes I had on were the perfect vessel to make that happen.
I quickly regained my composure from some pony touching my sensitive feet inside my sandal boots, even though I was immensely enjoying the attention. I wanted it to be in a more private setting where my shoes could be unlaced and removed from my barefeet. And not in the middle of a parking lot from every pony to see.
"Mr. Silverlight! What gives you the right to touch the feet of a mare!? Without first asking for her permission!?" I said, pretending to be annoyed as it quickly got Justice's attention.
As he was about to mount a rebuttal, I placed two of my fingers on his lips, and it was at that time he figured out that I was faking being annoyed. And I enjoyed him touching my feet through my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed heeled sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet.
"You don't know if the mare likes having her feet touched? (With a smile) But in my case, I just love to have my feet touched." I explained to Justice as my stiletto heels resumed click-clacking over the blacktop of the rear parking lot, heading back toward the Canterlot Trade Center building.
As we made our way through the empty hallways of the second-floor dark brown cocoa waterproof laminate flooring of the art department located in the Canterlot Trade Center building, Justice told me that the only reason he was on the way to the office was to pick up a portfolio that his friend Chief creative officer Emerald Luster forgot at work and needed for a presentation later today.
"Well, Twilight, would you sit on that sofa on the right side of my office. Why I phone Emerald? That will tell me how long I have to play with your lovely feet.” Justice asked as he gestured me to the sofa on the right side of his office.
My face was flushed with happiness hoping he had a long time to play with my feet after he spoke to his friend Emerald. I watched with Bated breath him talk on his cell phone to his friend Emerald; his stoic features never betrayed his emotions. My heart pumped spastically in my chest, trying to anticipate how long he had to play with my feet.
"Well, Miss Sparkle (walking over to the sofa)…It looks like I (scratching under her chin) have rest this afternoon and early evening to play with your feet, Twilight." Justice explained that feeling airborne fills my Alicorn body and that he has that much time to play with my feet.
"Shall we get started, Twilight," Justice said as I nodded.
After he sat down on the sofa, I rested my shoed feet on his lap. I watched in amazement; with no effort, he quickly unlaced my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed heeled sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet.
He defiantly pulled my boots off my feet, haphazardly, tossing them on the floor of his office. My moderate violet-purple eyes glinted with pleasure and revealed on his lap were my magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The arches on both my feet had exquisitely shaped curves that gently bent on my feet. That led into the symmetrical oval ball of my feet, which on the other end of my arches led to my flowing round heels. The most prominent feature on my feet was my longer big toes and well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slanted remaining toes.
On the end of my feet were shapely long toe stems topped with my ten well-proportioned, beautiful, elegant toes; each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with crème finished green-toned turquoise polish. He was taken aback by my creamy, smooth, light purple soles that easily wrinkled. I scrunch my toes down before smoothing out again when I straighten them.
“Huh?” I exclaimed a bit puzzled as Justice took hold of my slender five-fingered hand in his and gently brought me to my feet.
“Twilight those magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet of yours…They are just too gorgeous to tickle while lying on a sofa. I have something else planned for them." Justice said affectionately as my light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet pip-pops over his office's dark brown cocoa waterproof laminate floor as he walked me to center of the room.
"Oh? You do, Mr. Silverlight? May I know your plans for my horribly ticklish feet?" I said, thrilled as the laminate floor of his office began to arouse me as my bare soles treaded over it.
A sudden spurt of adrenaline coursed through my Alicorn mare veins when Justice snapped his fingers, transforming his office into an odd-looking workshop. Along the workshop's walls was a long wooden table with various objects. I gasped, and my bare soles felt porcelain tile beneath my feet, replacing the laminate flooring.
The pip-pops of my light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet were more pronounced on the tile floor as he gave me a small tour of this new room. He finished my tour in front of a long rectangular glass aquarium, lying motionless on the bottom of the tank with numerous robotic beetles.
I noticed right away, hanging from the top of the tank, two leather ankle cuffs. I figured that the feet would dangle a few inches above the robotic beetles, but for what purpose, I didn't know.
"You noticed Twilight, the leather ankle cuffs on the tank," Justice commented as I shook my head yes.
"These robotic beetles…I call them tickle beetles…I lock the magically severed feet of the victim in the ankle cuff…My little babies only activate when they sense the body heat coming off magically severed feet dangling above them…once activated, they swarm the feet and begin to discharge short electric pulses into the victim's feet. This causes the owner of the feet to laugh as electric pulses stimulate the nerve endings within the feet." Justice explains as my moderate violet-purple eyes are haunted by some inner anxiety, knowing that if my magically severed feet are placed in a tickle beetle tank, I would be screaming with laughter as my feet are horribly ticklish.
"Don't worry, Twilight…your magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet are much too valuable to let my tickle beetles have their way with them…so your feet are safe," Justice said reassuring as the pronounced pip-pops of my barefeet resumed walking over the porcelain tile of the room.
With a great relief that my magically severed feet would not be placed in the tickle beetle tank, Justice escorted me to a finely made tufted brown leather chaise lounge; hanging off it was noise-canceling headphones and a blindfold.
"This is called the Footsie lounge, Twilight," Justice said as he helped me sit down on the chaise lounge, stretching my legs out on top of the chaise lounge.
"The Footsie lounge is a simple idea…You will put these noise-canceling headphones on, blocking your hearing, and put this blindfold on, blocking your sight…I will magically sever your feet and place them in this device." Justice explains as he gestures toward a comfortable chair with a footrest set at a forty-degree angle with what looks like footstocks on the footrest.
"I have already called in another mare to play Footsie with your magically severed feet; why in the device…I trust this mare completely…but you will not know who she is till she finishes playing Footsie with you, Twilight." Justice explains as I swallow a lump in my throat, not knowing who that mare will be.
"All right, Justice…if you trust this mare, I will too," I said, my voice edged with tension as I got comfortable on the chaise lounge and floated the noise-canceling headphones and a blindfold to me to put them on.
With noise-canceling headphones and the blindfold now on, I am completely helpless. A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Justice walked over to the door and opened it. Standing outside was a beautiful light pink Alicorn mare with moderate violet, moderate rose, and pale gold streaked mane and tail. Her curvy 5ft 9in equine figure was attired in a blue floral print Liz Claiborne mare’s V-neck short sleeve wrap shirt and black Liz Claiborne mare’s mid-rise slim fit Ankle pants.
Her light pink, long, elegant Alicorn legs were hidden by her pant leg of her ankle pants, and on her ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with pearl finish candy green toenail polish were Luggage brown eurosoft mare’s wedge sandals with flat wedge heels. Folded on her back were her medium-sized light pink feathery bird wings. This Alicorn mare was Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture for the Dayspring Corporation, Justice’s adoptive niece, and Twilight's sister-in-law.
"Welcome, niece," Justice said affectionately, hugging the light pink Alicorn mare.
"Thank you, uncle…your text says you want me to play Footsie with another mare," Cadence commented as she returned the hug of her uncle before kissing him on his cheek.
"Indeed, niece…your luscious soft skin on the bottom of your feet…should give that other mare quite an experience…because her feet are equally as soft," Justice explained as Cadence smiled at her uncle.
"Sound like fun, uncle! Who is the mare?" Cadence asks as Justice gestures toward the chaise lounge, and she blinks with surprise.
"Huh! That my sister-in-law Twilight! I didn't even know she liked having her feet played with…she was so stiff at work! But boy, I didn't even know she was that type of pony?" Cadence exclaimed as she gaped in stunned silence.
With that, Justice softly giggles as he escorts his niece Cadence over to a Pewter black/graphite gray colored meadow creek oversized guest chair. Cadence regains her composure as he helps her sit on the chair.
“Like you niece, I was also surprised that Twilight was that kind of pony…and flabbergasted that she had a pair of magnificent Egyptian-shaped barefeet and like having her feet played with." Justice comments as Cadence softly giggles as she places her feet on top of her uncle's thighs, and he sits on a small stool in front of her.
"Well, uncle, I know for a fact that she has regular pedicures at the Orchid Salon, according to pedicurist Aloe Vera Blossom, one of the owners of Orchid Salon," Cadence explains as Justice unzipped the zippers on the back of his niece's sandals.
He slowly extracts her slender, gracefully rounded, gorgeously shaped pair of light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with pearl finish candy green toenail polish from her sandals. Cadence smiles playfully as Justice runs his fingers down the creamy, smooth, delicate pink skins on the soles of her feet, making her squirm as her feet are very ticklish.
With that, Justice asked Cadence to remain in the shadows as he finished with Twilight. I felt a tap on my shoulder, lifted the blindfold, and removed the noise-canceling headphones. Sitting on the edge of the frontier leather tufted chaise lounge was Justice.
"Well, the other mare has arrived, Twilight." Justice informs me as I smile.
"Oh, all right," I said, friendly, as I noticed a shadow in darkness waving at me. I returned the greeting, wondering who the other mare was that was going to play Footsie with me.
"Well, Twilight, it is time to magically sever your feet from your body and position them in the device," Justice explains as he slides down to the end of the chaise lounge where my feet are.
It was instantaneous. Justice magically severed my feet from my body a few inches above my ankles. I did not feel anything when he chopped my feet off my body; they were there a second ago and off a second later. I decided to be a little bratty as I wiggled, splayed, and curled my shapely long toe stems topped with my ten well-proportioned, beautiful, elegant toes as he held my magically severed feet.
“Wait-wait-wait-wait!! Stahahahahaaa!! Stahaahaahaha!!” I begged as Justice tickled the soles of my feet all the way to the device, teaching me a precious lesson.
I gasped for air between my laughs when he stopped tickling my feet and carefully positioned my magically severed feet in the device with my creamy, smooth, light purple soles pointed toward the chair on the device. Once in position, he locked my ankles in the padded foot stocks. I put the noise-canceling headphones back on and pulled the blindfold over my moderate violet-purple eyes before relaxing.
A moment later, the soft pip-pops of Cadence's ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with candy green toenail polish echoed over the porcelain tile beneath her feet as she approached the chair. Justice helped his niece into the chair where Twilight's creamy smooth, light purple soles were waiting to begin playing Footsie.
"Oh, so warm and so soft," I said as I felt the creamy smooth skins of the feet of the other mare gently being placed on my creamy smooth, light purple soles. I couldn't tell if the other mare's feet were larger or smaller than mine as her feet fit perfectly on mine.
"Ooooooh! What that?" I said as the other mare slowly slid her creamy smooth feet down my soles deliberately, allowing me to feel every crease, folded crevice, and swirl of this mare's creamy soft feet on mine.
"Ooooooh yes!!" I said as the other mare slid the balls of her feet down my creamy smooth soles, tracing the contour of my upturned feet.
“Hehehahahaha!!” I laughed as the other mare’s very dexterous big toes tickled inside my exquisitely shaped arches on both feet, sending incredibly pleasurable sensations through my entire Alicorn mare body.
"Hahahahaah, oh, that tickles Hehehehaha!!!" I laughed harder as the true dexterity of this mare's toes was on full display as all her ten toes assaulted my shapely long toe stems that were topped with my ten well-proportioned, beautiful, elegant toes, causing my toes to wiggle, curl, and splay instantaneous.
“Hahahahahahahahah oh my starrhahahas!!” I screamed as I exploded with maniacal laughter as the toes of the other mare feet scrambled across my creamy smooth soles. I was in hysterics in no time as the sensations shot up my legs and exploded in my mind as I climaxed, blacking out soon after.
"Oh, that was fun uncle…I have never played Footsie with another mare's feet." Cadence said with a hint of arousal from the experience, but her light purple eyes had a wounded look in them with it being over.
"Oh, cheer up, niece (scratching under her chin affectionately); this test was successful. Don't put your sandals back on yet, niece…I am not done with you yet." Justice comments, taking hold of his niece's hand.
Her ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with candy green toenail polish pip-pops over the porcelain tile beneath her feet as her uncle escorted her to a second frontier leather tufted chaise lounge in the room. Once at the chaise lounge, he helps his niece sit on it. Once she was comfortable, he brought her light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet onto his lap and gave his beloved niece the best foot massage she ever had as a reward, which she greatly appreciated. At the same time, he felt his niece’s soft barefeet in his hands and smelled the wonderful scent his niece's feet give off.
(Back to the present)
“And ever since that first experience, Twilight…these magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet have enjoyed being played with in the tickle torture chamber," Justice explained as he smelled the hollow between my shapely long toe stems and symmetrical oval ball of my foot for my best scent.
“My foot pleases (softly giggles). I was surprised that my sister-in-law Cadence was one of your partners in crime, Justice.” I comment as my feet pip-pops over the porcelain tile beneath my feet.
As I made my way to the powder room to redress in my royal blue 24seven comfort apparel, short-sleeve wrap dress I was wearing, I was brought down here as a pretend pony nap victim to be tickle torture as they waited for my ransom to be paid for my return.
As Twilight closed the powder room door to get dressed, the elevator pinged; exiting the car was Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture attired in Barbados cherry red clover and Sloane long-sleeve sheath dress. On her ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with crème finish indigo blue toenail polish was vanilla-colored Journee Collection mare's Valenncia heeled sandals with two and three-fourths inch block heels.
"I see; Twilight tickle torture went well, from all these sweat pools around the X-shaped restraining board chair…you went all out on her, uncle.” Cadence comments as she leans in, and Justice kisses her cheek.
"Indeed, niece, the whole of Twilight Alicorn's body is very sensitive…like yours," Justice commented, poking Cadence in her ribs, causing her to squirm as she playfully slaps away her uncle's finger from tickling her side.
"Now, uncle, you behave yourself…You have me scheduled for full nude tickling later this month. Plus, I am allowing you to use enhanced tickling lotion on my nude body and feet. It's good that my husband will be away for two weeks, or it would be hard to explain why my body and feet are so sensitive now.” Cadence explains as she floated a wooden chair over her to sit on as she crossed her long Alicorn legs, one knee tossed casually over the other.
"It's going to be fun, niece…exploring every inch of your perfect nude Alicorn figure…subtly tickling each part as you scream with laughter," Justice said devilishly as he uncrossed his niece's long Alicorn legs and brought her sandal-clad foot up to the mouth.
The sudden tongue along the leather of the shoe and the flesh of her foot caused Cadence to jolt and shiver as her uncle traced the exposed, light pink flesh of her foot that the opening in her sandal allowed. Her slightly plump, elegant, and dynamic five slender long toes curl and splay as her uncle licked her toes through the front opening of her sandals, tasting the insole of her shoes.
Cadence unleashed a squeal as her uncle pulled her sandal down, opening a gap between the insole of her shoe and her perfectly normal-shaped arch that was shallow but with a smoother curve. As her uncle continued to tongue-tickle her shallow arch, forcing Cadence remained focused on her sensitive shallow arch.
Cadence's face glazed with shock as her uncle covertly unbuckled her sandal and her light purple eyes widened in alarm as her sandal floated off her ten-inch, long, attractive, delicate pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with crème finish indigo blue toenail polish, exposing her naked foot.
Now in dire straits with her foot bare, Cadence threw into a fit of hysterics as her uncle slowed his tongue tickling the creamy smooth, light pink, luscious sole of her foot, tasting the sweetness of her flesh on the bottom of her foot. Cadence gasps as she picks up the solid floral fragrance from her Alicorn feet; she blinks excessively. Her aunt has told her about the scent of Alicorn mare's feet.
Those ponies sensitive to the scent of Alicorn mare's feet lose themselves in that scent of that Alicorn mare feet. Cadence rips her foot out of her uncle's hand before casting a hold spell on him. She unbuckles and removes her other sandal, pip-popping in her ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with crème finish indigo blue toenail polish beside her uncle.
"Uncle, please come back to me…as much as I like you playing with my Alicorn mare's barefeet…Don't let my Alicorn mare barefoot scent lose you in it… (Tears running down her light pink cheeks) It makes me ashamed that my scent causes you to lose yourself." Cadence's whispered voice breaks as tears splash on Justice's shoulders, snapping him out of his trance.
A moment later, the soft pip-pops of light purple barefeet echo in the room as Twilight, wearing her royal blue 24seven comfort apparel short-sleeve wrap dress, exits the powder room after redressing. Twilight's face glazed with shock; sitting on the ground in tears was her sister-in-law Cadence Sparkle Aperture; her ten-inch, long, attractive light pink Egyptian-shaped bare feet with crème finish indigo blue toenail polish was naked.
"Cadence, what happens?" Twilight asked, kneeling before her barefooted sister-in-law as she continued crying.
"Uncle will not touch the barefeet of any mare anymore…" Cadence's voice cracks as Twilight's face glazes with shock at the news.
“Huh! Why?” Twilight exclaims.
"If he can't control himself with the scent of Alicorn mare's feet that he loves…He should not touch any mare's barefeet ever again." Cadence's voice explodes out of her as she completely breaks down in tears.
