Cadence Shining

>You are Anon, living in Canterlot.

>You are a very professional masseuse for the spa.

>Your favorite spa treatment and the thing you happen to specialize in is pedicures and foot care.

>For probably obvious reasons.

>Canterlot elites everywhere have come to the spa, and you have gotten the pleasure of working on some of them.

>One day, you dreamed that one of the princesses in that castle would come down, or that you would be sent up to gaze upon the royal feet.

>One typical day, you smiled at the spa ponies massage another high society pony's back.

>One of the other employees called.

>"Anon, there's a message for you."

>You turned your head as you were handed a scroll.

>What, not a letter?

>You unraveled the scroll, reading what was written.

>"Dear Anonymous, I have heard about your magic fingers, and I would like to request you come over to The Crystal Empire so that I may experience it first-hand. Enclosed is a two-way ticket, you shall be payed for your services later. I would appreciate you come over as soon as possible, as my aching feet would really like some professional soothing relief. I've been told that you are one of the best in all of Equestria, I hope you do not disappoint.

>-Princess Mi Amore Cadenza

>A princess? This is the opportunity of a lifetime!

>You tell everyone about your departure, and slowly rush to the train station.

>Next Stop: The Crystal Empire!

>A few hours later, you finally arrived.

>It took a few moments for the beauty to sink in.

>It was all so radiant.

>So much more greener than the city of Canterlot.

>In the middle, a tall prism-shaped tower stood tall in the center.

>You were half-tempted to look for a road full of yellow bricks.

>Using your incredible intellect, you deduced that the large, hulking tower in the center of the empire was the castle.

>So you started to walk, putting the ticket in your pocket, picking up your case of pedicure tools, along with the scroll for access.

>As you passed buildings, you noticed a spa.

>Odd, were you really that good at foot care that you had to be called all the way from Canterlot? Not even the princesses there called you.

>Then again, they may not have needed it.

>When you made it to the entrance, you showed your scroll to the guards in front, and they allowed access.

>You marveled at the absolute grand size of the area, it would suck to be claustrophobic or altocelarophobic.

>You started to get nervous, being all alone in an unknown land in a castle of such a massive size.

>You wandered into the throne room, and instantly you felt the cold stare of several well-trained guards.

>And there she was, an absolutely stunning sight on the throne, you might've fallen in love if you had a chance.

>She brightens up on your arrival. "Ah, you must be Anon!"

>You bowed in respect.

"Princess Mi Amore Cadenza...It's an honor to meet you."

>You heard a small giggle. "You could call me Princess Cadence, if you like."

"Alright then, Cadence, shall we begin?"

>"Of course, just follow me."

>She stood from her throne, and walked past you into the hallway where you came in from.

>You turned around and followed, but at a respectable distance.

>Any closer would just be creepy.

>You two finally made it into the room, it seemed to be her bedroom.

>It was just as extravagant and as big as her throne room.

>This seemed like the perfect honeymoon room.

>...Oh yeah, she's married.

>Cadence sits down on the bed, kicking her heels off.

>Her feet were clean, but of course they could look better.

>Her toenails needed a minor trim, and if she allowed, a polishing and painting.

>She moves back on the bed, giving you a perfect view of her soles.

>Her feet were slightly wrinkled, with her feet reddened from walking and being on them almost all the time. Even if she sat down, you could just feel the stress they had.

>You couldn't help but stare, these were the first pair of princess peds you got to work on.

>"Well, are you just gonna stare, or are you gonna work?"

>You snapped out of your trance, nervously taking out your case and opening it up.

>"If you don't mind, I'd like a pedicure and massage, please..."

>You smiled, searching through your case for your materials.

"Of course, Princess..."

>First was the professional part, getting rid of dead skin and other material, although at a glance, there would be very little.

>Starting with your nails, you took your clippers to cut her toenails into a soft, rounded square shape.

>You went into the bathroom, and started filling a small foot bath with warm water.

>You carefully dragged the bath towards Cadence, then added some liquid soap.

"You don't have nail polish, right?"

>She shook her head.

"Alright, just dip your feet in and we'll get started.

>She does so, letting out a small "Ooh..." as her feet made contact with the warm water.

>You had to wait a while for her feet to soak in the bath, you wanted to make smalltalk, but the fact that you were all alone with royalty didn't exactly make you comfortable.

>"Hey, do you mind if you do this again?"

"Uh, no. When do you want to schedule another pedicure?"

>"Oh, I don't mean me, another person entirely. Should be coming soon, you don't mind, right? I'll pay for a second pedicure."

"No, that's totally fine! Who is she, if you don't mind me asking."

>"Oh, that's a secret, for now." She smirked.

>You gave her a quizzical look, but you suppose you would find out who it was later.

>After 5 more minutes, you grabbed your foot file, and took her right foot out of the bath.

>She wiggled her toes, the soapy water dripping down her foot.

>You took your foot file and began to scrub up and down her sole.

>Her foot curled as you scrubbed.

>You wondered just how ticklish she is, but you could prove how much, later.

>"You really are a professional..."

>Complemented by the princess, you began to blush as you get the next item on your list, drying them off.

>You moved the tub away, letting the water on Cadence's feet drip down on a towel below.

>She flexed her toes, watching you grab more towels.

>Every moment you spent staring at those feet made you love them more.

>You wrapped the towel around her right foot, and decided to have a bit of fun.

>You started to press your fingers into her soles, rubbing them up and down.

>She started to giggle, her foot shaking.

>Well, she was definitely ticklish.

>You continued, tickling up and down her sole through the towel.

>That soaking left her foot softer, and apparently more ticklish.

>"S-Stahahahahahahahap!" She tried to pull her foot away, but you wrapped your arm around her ankle.

"Aww, is the princess ticklish?"

>"C-Come ohohohohohohon! Y-Yehehehehes I ahahahaham!"

>You decided to give her a break, you could get another chance later.

>She gave you a devious look, like she was already planning revenge.

>"You sneaky little devil...You're lucky you're good at pedicures so far..."

>You chuckled, finishing off drying her foot.

>"There will be plenty of time to fool around later, you still have a job to do."

>Wait, was that an invitation for more tickles later?

>After drying her feet off, you reached into your kit and pulled out some cream.

>And now was your favorite part of a pedicure, the moisturizing.

>With one simple squeeze, the moisturizer squirted onto the palm of your hand.

>You spread the white substance over a foot, pressing your hand into the sole. After rubbing most of it in, you began to press your thumbs into her soles.

>She instantly melted with your massaging touch.

>Not literally, though. You already have a foot fetish, don't be weirder.

>You worked your thumbs up and down her soles, feeling the softness and smoothness the pedicure gave.

>It was sheer willpower to not push your face into her sole and lick up and down.

>As you started massaging the ball of her foot, she laid back on the bed, clutching her head as she moaned.

>You continued to rub her foot, gently pressing your thumbs under her toes.

>Her moans stopped getting more relaxed and more, sexual, maybe?

>Man, it would suck if someone took those moans out of context.

>Knock Knock Knock.

>"Hey, sweetie? What are you doing in there?"