> Special Experience Files (volume 8) > by keithsterling > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Welcome to the show CH 1 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. > The Jeweler Reprise CH 2 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. > The Haunted Hospital CH 3 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 view 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. At this time, 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. > The clinic CH 4 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 laughter 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.