The Royal Guard Part 1: Luna (DONE) (NSFW)

Now going by Unusually Delusional

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

The foot soared at your face once more, but this time you reacted more forcefully. The hand you had weaponized ceased its onslaught and intercepted her leg at the ankle. Before you could stop yourself, you brought it to your mouth and licked it, literally from heel to toe, relishing in the subtle quivering and flexing of Luna's foot as your tongue made its journey. The first thought you had was, 'Damn, she must spend fortunes in lotion to keep it this wonderfully smooth!', as the flesh was even softer than your explorations with your fingers had suggested. The second thought, truncated by Luna's now-flat and almost contemptuous expression, was a mere 'Oh... shit.'

 

    You swallowed nervously as Princess Luna's disgusted visage scanned your eyes like a bolt of magic searching for a target. She cleared her throat, and with a start you relinquished your grip on her ankles. She pulled her legs in and shifted to a cross-legged position, finally shifting her gaze to stare vacantly at the bed, and idly grabbed a corner of the blanket atop it to wipe the residual saliva from the foot you had... 'Oh, sweet Celestia, whatever possessed me?' you thought to yourself in terror. You rose haltingly, arms wrapped around yourself but feeling completely vulnerable to whatever fate the Princess had in mind. Removal from the Royal Guard, that much was certain, but... exile? Death? Despite yourself, you considered the crime of unwelcome intimacy with a member of the Royal Family, one of many against which you were supposed to protect, now of which you were guilty.

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

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

     

    Fortunately, maybe (you couldn't really yet decide), you had just about covered every part of Luna's foot. Withdrawing, you ran a final lick around her sole again, and leaned back. Would that you could keep this flavor – lightly salty, if you had to describe it; the taste of your charge's amazing feet – in your mouth forever!

 

As you licked your lips unabashedly, Luna's now-soaking foot withdrew to rest underneath her, and she dabbed at it with a sheet. Even the light brush of the fabric caused her mouth to twitch spastically, and you shuddered a bit at the arousal from seeing this. You loved everything about this girl, but the combination of ticklishness and great feet upon which to take that out made it that much better. It was icing on the cake, so to speak, and speaking of which...

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

NOOOOOOOOPE.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“A beautiful woman? Yes, yes I do.” She pulled back from you, expression incredulous. “No, really,” you told her earnestly, “I think so. In so many ways, you are beautiful to me.”

 

“But-”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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OKAY, CARRY ON

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Now it was your turn for a shuddering sigh as your dick received the attention that you had been denying it all night. Trying to ignore the sensation, you experimented with your mouth on her toes, running down the line from biggest to smallest (although they were all roughly the same size, a turn-on to you – none of that chimp-foot shit).

 

You clamped down on the base of her big toe with your teeth, running around it with your tongue, then releasing it. Both the foot in your mouth and the one on your dick flexed, and she giggled a bit, in that order. Next toe – clamp, tongue, then sucking on it as it left your mouth. Flex, laugh, flex. Interesting. Clamp, no licking, but sucking on it like a straw as you released. Flex, pause, flex as you withdrew. No clamp, just straight into your mouth, and you rolled your tongue around for a bit. The toe danced around in your mouth as Luna tittered, and you put paid to it with a final suction out that yielded a tight grip on both your lower lip and your pants. Final toe – you just stuck it in your mouth and began pulling on it like a particularly thick milkshake. Luna gasped, her feet compressing in on themselves, and the pressure from the pants around your cock grew more and more unbearable.

 

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

 

“I'm not sure I can-”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“PLE-HE-HE-HE-HEASE!!!”

 

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

 

“NO-HO-HO-HO-HO!”

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

In spite of yourself, you were so turned on right now. You had always been the dom, so to be a sub, however briefly... glorious.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“No one can know-” Luna began.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

“Have a good night, Your Highness,” you said as officially as you could as you attempted not to walk funny from the cum in your pants.