Rainbow Dash growled and puffed, wriggling pointlessly in place. Her chest and breasts pushed up into the hard soil underneath, blades of grass tickling her chin and getting into her nostrils. She splayed her fingers, tight binds keeping them strapped to her hips, ropes burning into her wrists. Her butt muscles clenched madly, working oh so hard to try to get some motion into her legs, bent upwards at the kness and tied at the ankles. Another helping of rope connected her ankles and wrists, locking her into a rather tight hogtie. Her wings splayed out on the ground uselessly, as on top of her back sat a large, 2 meter tall, 120 KG earth pony with really nasty plans for her. In fact, to be specific, that pony’s butt lay directly on top of her fucking head, and her naked feet dug their toes into the soil right by her shoulders, completely limiting upper body movement.

So this was pretty bad, but that wasn’t the fucking worst of it. Rainbow Dash produced madly gargling noises, screeching, moaning and borderline howling like a wild animal. Borderline being the key word. She could barely make a sound. Applejack, the pony on her back, was barefoot – not for no reason. Her boots weren’t far off from where the pegasus lay on the ground, actually. There were no socks in those boots. _THE SOCKS WERE IN HER MOUTH. _One had been stuffed directly into her maw, while the other had been tightly wrapped and knotted over her snout, keeping her from opening her mouth. Damp, musky and rife with follicles and various foot detritus, they seeped directly into her mouth, the salty sweat moisture assaulting her taste buds, bits of fabric continuously attaching to her tongue.

“HNNNN!!! HNNRGHRNGRHN!!! MMMFFFF!!! MMMMFMFMFFFF!!!” Dash heaved and gurgled without any hope. Her heart nearly stopped every time she actually processed that Applejack’s sweaty socks were in her mouth, and that they weren’t leaving.

“Oh come on, Dash. You’re not tellin’ me this shit _bothers _you, are ya? Ain’t that a shame,” Applejack spoke snidely. She sounded out a hammering series of spanks against Dash’s butt. “Sorry for not being a terribly good host, I was trying my best, I really was. Naw… waaait. I fuckin’ wasn’t. YOU SNUCK IN AND ATE MY ZAP APPLES, YOU FUCKIN’ THIEF!”

“HMMFFF!!!” Dash squeaked as a significantly harder slap landed on her butt. That one stung.

And then she was reminded that no, AJ’s damp, odor laced socks weren’t the most of her problems. She felt Applejack’s fingers on the laces of her sneakers. Humming with enjoyment, the earth mare disposed of the ties with ease. She then fucking jettisoned her left sneaker. Then, bye-bye went the second.

“Won’t be needing these~”

The mare could see them land way far away on the earth, one of them knocking into a nearby apple tree and nearly landing on Dash herself. Applejack didn’t notice.

Cause truthfully speaking, Dash did sneak in and eat the ordinarily expensive as fuck apples, figuring it wouldn’t be a big deal, but it really, really was. So this was where things currently were at.

Dash’s own feet wriggling about in their damp socks, already feeling harassed under the mild evening air, AJ’s butt pressing her face into the dirt, and salty, abrasive, richly disgusting socks filling her mouth with frankly unforgettable sensations.

All this shit wasn’t enough to distract Rainbow Dash from what was about to happen, as one of the socks slowly began to part from her foot. Then, the other. They didn’t just part, actually. Applejack made sure that both found their place smack dab on the top of Rainbow’s head, the toes of her socks touching down between her eyes. They now joined AJ’s own socks in harassing the poor pony – and left their post in protecting her feet.

Her light teal, blushing feet, shuddered out in the open air, feeling utterly molested under the earth pony’s gaze. Her _abhorrently sensitive, ridiculously ticklish feet _that she _kept in her shoes _or _at least her socks _at all fucking times.

“Mweh-heh-heh. You’re not still _ticklish, _are ya, Dash?” Applejack asked with a smirk. Rainbow knew there was a smirk. Her heart panged like it’d been poked with a needle – AJ’s intentions were THAT obvious

“Mmmmm_MMMMMMFFFFF!!! _*MFRHGRHGRHGRH!!!” *Dash screamed, inadvertently suckling up a fresh dose of sock-squeezed apple juice, so to say. Her eyes then turned into a pair of dishes.
“HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNHNHNHNHFNHHNFHNMRGHRGHHHH!!!”

“Yep. Still ticklish.” AJ sighed, having ran her index fingers down the length of Dash’s soles. “Holy shit, Dash, you’re so fucked.”

“MWH-HWUH-HWUHUHUH, NMNRMRHM!!!”

The tightly bound, uncomfortable, literal ass-on-head pony vibrated on the ground for lack of other means to relay her intense agony. Yeah, this was agony. Applejack’s strong, surprisingly agile fingers skittering and scraping away at her supple soles with fairly rudimentary fingernails was agony. Warm, abrasive digits rummaged all over her sacred, untouchable soles, zero respect for just how much it fucking tickled when someone _looked _at some of these spots wrong. Squeezing tight at the fleshy heels and balls, sneaking fingers inbetween her desperately clenching toes, swishing fingerpads up and down her entire soles – Applejack went at it without regard for decency. The earth pony had clearly been looking forward to this. It was like she knew all the worst things to do – BESIDES fucking sit on top of her, keep her strapped on the hard ground, and stuff her mouth with socks.

AJ worked hard to dig nails into the arches – particularly after peeling back an entire foot’s worth of toes, to make sure that those arches, already so soft it wasn’t remotely funny, would lose even the faintest suggestion of wrinkles, creases, or, like, _anything _that would make tickling them _not white searing hot agony. _She tickled. And tickled. And tickled. Dash made noises she could hardly believe her body was capable of producing. Her nostrils puffed, working overtime to provide her lungs with air. Everything ached and vibrated with tension. Blood rushed in her ears, which folded up against the sides of her head.

It only just barely obscured Applejack’s endless array of teasing, taunting and mockery. If only Dash didn’t have the constitution she did. She could just fucking faint and be done with this. But no. Actually, she was able to stay afloat enough to be able to kind of tell how long this has been going on! Yes, the socks dripping foot sweat in her mouth, the butt imprinting her chin into the soil, the pair of orange feet adding extra fragrance into the air around her head, the endless array of _reminders about these very things, _and the _deft, cruel fingers whaling away at her untouchable bare feet. _All of that.

AJ went on like this for HALF AN HOUR. Dash could tell *by the fucking sun. *

“Hoo boy, I can hardly believe it, Dashie,” AJ spoke up after a generous five second break. She grabbed Dash’s attention with another nasty smack against her ass. Dash moaned. “You’re THAT ticklish. I mean, you KNEW that, didntcha? Haven’t we been over this? Oh, you silly fuckin’ goose. Y’know, I’m disappointed in you. I mean, the zap apples was some right nasty business…”

Dash tried to growl. Her heart beat so fast, she could hardly hear AJ. But she knew something fishy was going on.

“…but ya didn’t even try to keep yourself safe from me! I’m downright disappointed. You lil’ fuckin’ zap apple thief, you ain’t even got the decency to not be a dumb-ass piece of shit!” Applejack laughed. “Baw, I bet you think we’re almost done since I’m lecturing you.”

“Hn-_hnmf?” _Dash froze as she felt her big toes be grasped – for a moment. Then, a sturdy ring of fabric tied its way around them, keeping them tied together. Congratulations, Dash; you’ve taken out Applejack’s ponytail. You weren’t a total failure. “Hrrnnmm…”

“Y’see, sugarcube, I was just makin’ sure you realized how fuckin’ stupid you were while I got a little somethin’ ready.” AJ jabbed the pegasus’ shoulders with her big toes, rousing her to attention. Dash’s ears then perked, twitching. She heard some manner of noise straight out of Tartarus itself. “Ahhh, there we go. Ain’t easy carrying these in my jeans, on account of how huge and nasty they are and all.”

TRRRRK-KRRRK-KRRRRKK!!!

“HNNNMF???”

“Say bye-bye, Dashie,” Applejack cooed in a darkly amused sing-song voice. Dash squeaked repeatedly as two wide, hardy pieces of plastic sounded out a drum beat against her butt. “You’re fff_uuuuuucked, _bwahahahahaaa!”

“MMFF! *SKKRRRRHNNMMM!!!” *Dash did her best falcetto as the hardy plastic then spanked a harsh, stinging lash against her left foot, its toes peeled back. Then her right foot. These two impacts sent lightning shocks through her entire body. Somehow, she felt even more aware about what went on at her feet. Honestly, she was horrified. “HNNN-“

And then she realized that these weren’t spank paddles or anything. These were hairbrushes.

“*KRRRHHH-HRRR-HRR-HRR-MNFFFFFFNMLLLHHGHRHRHH-“ *She screeched, her eyes staring into dead space and completely forgetting to blink. Courtesy of AJ’s musk juice, she nearly choked. “KFF! KFF! HNN- KFF! HNNRGHNRHNGRHN!!!”

It’d be a kindness if she did, because these weren’t actually hairbrushes. Couldn’t be. Who in the actual fuck brushed their hair with _five centimeter long, thick, fat, sharply pointed bristles, _which populated each of the two brushes in quantities of _several motherfucking dozen. _Judging by the sensations of hell being wreaked unto her sweaty, abused soles, each brush was about the exact size of her actual foot.

Dash couldn’t help but be reminded that once upon a time she spent several days jumpy and prone to paranoia after a single finger accidentally brushed against her sole during a sleepover. Getting together with Applejack and drunkedly informing her of her violent foot fetish was the worst decision she’d ever fucking made.

Because AJ was surprisingly good with heavy duty hairbrushes. She knew what to do. It was simple, really. You just had to scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, and scrub, AND NEVER FUCKING STOP, NOT FOR ANYTHING, NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE!!! That was the trick to destroying Dash. She had the constitution to _not die, _and her feet were sensitive enough to _not go numb. _And look at that, AJ had the endurance and arm strength to scrub hard, and scrub for a while.

Sharp wooden bristles raked and ploughed through soft blue flesh. Dozens of points scratched at the arches. The stems of her toes, as well as the pads, sent white hot pangs of transcendental agony through her spine and into her brain. The balls of her feet were on fire. The heels pulsed with the sheer amount of friction that’d been processed. ‘Intense’, as a term, felt like a joke compared to what this was.

Dash went into rather regular coughing streams now, her insides becoming even more acquainted with AJ’s sweat than she ever conceptualized. Her breathing was hot, sharp and loud. Applejack herself had to put noticeable effort into the scrubbing, causing her butt to push even harder into the back of Dash’s head. She didn’t even tease her that much now, actually, what with maneuvering two enormous brushes and all that. Oh, but it was fine. Dash’s suffering hiccups, groans and squeaks made for a nice soundtrack when contrasted with the violent, ruthless _shirk-shirk-shirk _of bristles grinding against soles.

There was, however, one bit of variety. Applejack actually knew even better. She didn’t JUST need to scrub… she could keep Dash even more sensitive. Every 10 minutes, there’d be 5 seconds of break – followed by a full half minute of hard, plastic spanking. Dash knew it was every 10 minutes, because at the point the earth underneath her face had begun to turn soggy with her sweat and tears, she’d endured _six _instances of such spanking, and the sun’s light had turned even darker and more orange. As such, it’s been an hour of scrubbing and spanking!

Spanking that not only FUCKING HURT, but also introduced variety into her nervous system. Because what she needed right now was more ways to stay acutely aware of how fucked things were! No, why would she want to get accustomed to any of this and make this easier on herself? Pfff, nonsense.

“Phoooo,” AJ spoke up, giving one last series of ‘playful’ smacks against Dash’s feet. They were probably all red by now. Maybe, just maybe, her arches retained a hint of vulnerable blue. “This ain’t easy, Dashie. Don’t tell me I never do anythin’ for you. My arms friggin’ hurt. Ow-ow-ow.”

“Mrrgrrrlll…”

“Naw, you sit right there and suffer. It’s whatcha here for, Dash.” Applejack spoke with mock understanding. “I’m not nearly done yet. Ya do me a solid and don’t die for now, mmm-hmm? Need a few moments here.”

A short break had kept the rest of her predicament in perspective. In horrible, mind-wracking perspective. It was hard to fully suffer from it while terror brushes wrecked your soles, but it was all still there. While AJ wasn’t actively harassing her, she caught up on it all.

Ropes harshly burned into her wrists and ankles. Her face hurt, horribly, from the effort of chewing down on socks and having to contend with the pressure of an Applejack ass at the top and increasingly squishy mud underneath. The smell around her face was, indescribable – both putrid and mind-numbingly arousing, courtesy of that whole foot fetish thing. Sweat trickled down from all areas of her body, ensuring every nook and cranny felt wet, squishy, slimy, itching softly away and making her shirt and underwear into wet, sweat-stained rags (still felt drier than AJ’s fucking socks). Her muscles ached horrendously, from the restrained laughter, the INCREDIBLY uncomfortable position, the pressure on her chest, the rumbling of her stomach, and the 120 kilos of earth pony crushing down on her upper body. Earth particles and blades of grass clung to all parts of her front, a coat of dark grey smushing over her arms, shirt, exposed midriff and squished boobs, what with sweat (and tears) seeping into the ground. Grass made sure she constantly felt the need to wrinkle her snout and softly nudge her head, always seeking to poke into her nose and brush against her lips – ‘cause she needed more tickling to worry about, right?

Oh and on that note, it may have been her nervous system giving on, or it may have been paranoia, or it may have been the itching caused by her sweat, but it definitely felt like there were bugs crawling here and there. That’s what happens when you lay on the ground in the middle of an apple orchard and secrete numerous sweet and salty smells. Dash wouldn’t be surprised.

But she could only focus on this for so long, because for a beautiful, amazing moment, the weight of AJ on her back had lifted. The mare would have been elated, but her instinctual deep-ass breath produced an extra helping of sock moisture to travel down her throat, so that triumph was counterbalanced by another coughing fit.

“That’s the life,” AJ sounded out. Dash heard a light chirping sound, then felt a new abrasive smell on the air as the earth pony exhaled. “That’s the life. Love to see a good day’s handywork, though on this particular occasion, I’m darn excited to know it _ain’t done _yet.”

“Hrmffff…”

Nearly 10 seconds of breathing space though! Not bad! That was all she got. Soon thereafter, she felt AJ’s butt return right to where it fucking belonged.

“Ahhh, there we go. Sorry, sugarcube, I needed me a lil’ stretch. I’m sure you can understand being sore, heh-heh-heh.” AJ danced her fingers up and down Dash’s feet, eliciting a tortured squeak. “Back to torturin’! Gosh, you look so abused. Shiiit, you’re mostly red! Hah, like a proper good apple. Mmm-hmmm, that’s what I call abuse and punishment.Tenderized ya, haven’t I? Sheesh, you’re making me _really get _this fetish thing. Matter of fact…”

“_Hnnnrrmmfff-whuh-whuhuhuh…” _Dash moaned, gasped and sniffled, her body recoiling under the new sensation.

The sensation of AJ’s smug mug brushing up against her bound, thoroughly reddened soles. The sensation of her raw, raw skin suckling outwards under the sheer *strength _of Applejack’s rocket engine tier sniffing and huffing. The sensation of a rough, eager tongue traveling up her sweat-stained soles, getting into absolutely every square bitty bit of skin that she’d so harshly abused. Oh, and the sensation of _maybe less than gentle **teeth *nibbling at the fleshier, more sensitive parts of her feet.

Like her toes, for instance.

“HN! HNRGHN! MRFFFSHHGHHHLGHHH!!! HN- HN- HFFF!” Dash moaned, cried and wheezed, struggling to even process the stimuli applied to her soles. “GRRURRUR_BLHGRHGRH!!!”_

“_Ogh phuckingh zhush awreadhy,” AJ spoke in annoyance, her mouth full of Dash’s torment-sizzling soles. “_Ah’d dhry to phtardh endjhoyingh zhish ehf ah wer yugh.”

“Bwuuh~~_huh~~huh­-_huh-huurfff…”

This was another level of torture. Technically, this was right up her alley. Realistically, this was AJ’s less than gentle maw having its way with her feet. Her feet, which over the course of the past 90-something minutes had been tortured beyond all mortal comprehension. Just _having _feet stung Dash right now. None of the feeling in her hilariously sensitive soles disappeared; she was simply always aware of the extent of torture put upon her. This was the LAST time she would ever want to be licked, slurped, nibbled and snout-brushed at, LEAST of all by the mare who fucking did this to her in the first place! The fact she was technically her girlfriend and was kind of justified in her actions, BE DAMNED!

Oh and to make it fucking worse, every now and again, AJ’s mouth would part her feet. It would produce an insanely obnoxious _schlopp _noise; _always _followed by a similarly obnoxious, _ludicrously ticklish _wet sloppy kiss right in the middle of her arches. All the blood rushing through Dash’s ears made her hearing that much more irritable, making all this, as well as the intentionally insufferable lip smacking and moaning, stab hot needles into the very middle of her brain.

So, so rarely, would the poor mare get a teensy break, as AJ would stop to take a drag from her cigarette – it’d become quite obvious that most of the time she spent away from sitting on her head, was spent lighting up a cig. Now and again, she would feel the hot smoke brush up against her slobbered feet, which was honestly just insult added to injury. She never approved of AJ’s smoking habit, even if the mare could definitely afford it with her physique.

It went on, and on, and on. At least 40 minutes of thorough, less than gentle worship imposed on her badly abused feet. Innumerable irritating noises and mouth-full taunts and jeers. Most of Rainbow Dash was throbbing, shuddering and secreting some manner of liquid – sweat and tears ahoy, now with an added helping of Applejack’s saliva. Everything fucking ached, and no, the cruel worship of her feet did not alleviate more than the tiniest bit of rough, sizzling abuse.

The 40 minute figure was the result of Dash trying what she could to stay sane – paying attention to signs of time shifting.

“Hoo-wee, that’s filling. You’re pretty tasty, Dash! I gotta say, this makes up for a teensy-weensy bit of what you did,” AJ said, smacking her lips once more. “Can’t keep softballing you, though. From where I’m lookin’ at it, you’re plenty raw. Let’s make that worse, yeah?”

“GRRR!”

That was how she knew that an additional 20 to 30 minutes was spent _ACTUALLY TENDERIZING HER FEET. _Oh, under some definition, this was a ‘massage’. No – what this was, was Applejack squishing every last bit of flesh and muscle in Rainbow Dash’s feet using her freakishly strong fingers. One could say she showed no regard for pain points or overly abused, reddened areas, but that would imply she weren’t chiefly seeking them out for abuse. AJ focused exclusively on rubbing and squeezing areas that would _sting. _The expected result of nerves relaxing and flesh attaining this soft, peaceful tingle was achieved, but on paper at most. The sheer severity with which her feet were groped, pulled at and otherwise manhandled caused this to be nearly as rough as the tickling had been. At least it didn’t make her laugh.

Is what she thought when Applejack just randomly decided to start running her fingers up and down her soles again! IT WAS EVEN WORSE NOW! Dash revved up like an engine, producing her most successful buck of the evening.

“HAHAHA, HOLY SHIT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! YOU’RE ACTUALLY SURPRISED I’D KEEP TICKLIN’ YOU?!” Applejack exclaimed with sadistic glee. “Aaaawwww, you’re adorable! ‘Course I’m gonna keep torturin’ you, it’s what all the lickin’ and touchin’ was for!”

“SKRRRRRRRRRR!!!”

Another.

*Hour. *

OF TICKLING.

Arches. Nails. Scratching. Digging. Toes. Licking. Biting. Dancing. Spidering. Squeezing. Another, hour, of, this, fucking, shit.

It was _actually getting dark now, _and there was not a single tiny fucking bit of Dash that wasn’t in agony. If she weren’t a pegasus, she’d be mostly numb by now. Nope, her wings were there, throbbing and rock hard, filled with pain and discomfort. Being a pegasus came with an exceptionally high barrier for numbness. So she got all the rope burns, squished boob pain and face hurt in the world, to say nothing of the gut punching extravaganza that was ‘laughter’ in her current state. Her brain hurt too, as she had no choice but to keep listening to ropes squeak, fingers shirk and sloppy sweaty skin squeak around as she writhed in place. That, and Applejack sadistically going:

“Baaaw, tickle-tickle-tickle. Coochie-fucking-coooo!!! N’aaaww, did that tickle? No-no-no, c’mon, how ‘bout this? Here, lemme fuckin’ scratch ya some more! Tickle-tickle-tickle, ya lil’ shit! Nwuh-huh-huh, don’t it fuckin’ suck bein’ here? Layin’ on the ground, my ass on yer’ head, can’t move, can’t speak, can’t fuckin’ breathe, gettin’ tickled on them feet you hate everyone touchin’ so much? Yaknow, I bet they still feel _so, mother, fuckin’, bare, _even though I’ve been torturin’ you for so long!”

Judging by how she sounded, she still had a cigarette in her mouth through all that, which just completed the abomination of a mental image this produced. Honestly, Dash was 90% suffering and 10% pony at this point.

There were crickets in the air. A timber wolf howled somewhere in the far, far distance. Her eyelid twitched. Applejack smacked both her feet for a solid 5 minutes with the hairbrushes, before… getting up! Breathing made her feel like she was gulping down flame. But she could breathe! And this time, it was longer than 10 seconds!

“Oof. All in a day’s work, y’know what I say? Dang, I can’t believe it’s so late already. Tsk-tsk-tsk. Suppose I gotta start wrapping up my punishment session for ya’,” Applejack said with solemn sadness in her tone. Dash thanked every single divine entity she could conceive of, up to and including multiple comic book superheroes. Her brain was pretty loopy. She meeped as AJ jabbed her in the side with her bare foot, making her way past the bound mare. “Sit tight for me, m’kay? Or I’d need to punish you some more.”

“Mhm!.. Mhm-mhm… mhnghm… ghhh…”

For the first time in hours, she got to see AJ with her eyes. Her own singlet was stained with sweat, her jeans had a few rainbow hair follicles stuck to them, and her bare feet stomped through the grass with the confidence of a pair of earth pony feet that had NOT SPEND THE PAST 3 HOURS BEING ABUSED. Rather pitifully, this sight still made Dash a little hard. She may have been secreting some vaginal juices for the past long while, too.

Applejack approached Dash… ‘s shoes and scooped them up in her hand. Only then did she return to the mare, crouching in front of her tear-streaked, blushing face. She reached for her snout, and Dash almost thought she would be rid of the socks in her mouth. Close, but no cigar. It was her own socks, still, at that point, flopped on the top of her head, that were similarly scooped up and placed into the sneakers.

“Kay, so I just gotta let you know – you’re obviously not goin’ home tonight. You’re a wreck. Now, tomorrow though…” AJ smirked, lifting Dash’s shoes up into the air and dangling them in front of her face. “…well, y’aint gonna be seeing those. I’m gonna go, take a shovel, and bury ‘em in the field, like ye’ olden treasure.”

AJ poked her on the nose, successfully squeezing one last little bit of sweat out of her own socks.

“Now, nothin’ stops ya from staying around and trying to dig ‘em up, but it’s a big fuckin’ field and hints won’t come easy. Or, you can just head home tomorrow. Yahknow, barefoot, right through the city. I’mma make sure your trip back is _real memorable. _Cause what sorta host am I gonna be if I don’t escort you home, mmm?” The earth pony winked, her toes digging excitedly into the ground. “By the by, your wings ain’t gonna be good for flyin’ for at least a few days, by the way. You’ve been rock hard for hours, and I won’t do _shit _to make that any better. That’s all just so ya know what you’re in for.”

Applejack smiled and ruffled Dash’s hair. She then poked her nose again, this time, with her big toe.

Whistling and humming to herself, she stomped away, leaving Dash to stew. It took a good minute for her to process this shit.

She then spent goodness knows how long laying in place, weakly squirming and exhausting her burning lungs and sore throat. The sheer insult and horror of what AJ was proposing here made her want to burn up and dissipate into the soil – even more than before. Tears, tears, tears beyond tears poured from her eyes, her tear ducts swelling and her eyeballs stinging. She bit into AJ’s socks, practically using them as an alleviator for her gruesome screeching.

Oh, and just to make matters worse, she was now confident there were bugs crawling around her. At least a few under her shirt, a few had crawled into her leggings, and she could swear there were some torchbugs skittering around her sweaty, hogtied feet. A moth tried to land on her snout. Everything still fucking hurt.

Needless to say, Rainbow Dash was more than occupied for the unquantifiable amount of time that elapsed since AJ went away. The moon was in the sky now, and she just wasn’t so good at telling the time with it. So for all she knew, it’d been another couple fucking hours when Applejack returned, still whistling to herself. Her eyes bloodshot and blurry, she mostly saw her by the glint of the cigarette in the dark.

“Heeeey-yah, you’re still awake! Not bad, Dashie. What a pleasant fuckin’ surprise,” AJ smiled, taking a long drag of her cigarette. She puffed smoke in Dash’s face, causing a series of convulsing spittles, sniffles and coughs. The earth pony then arched her back, walking around on her tip-toes. “See, as I was diggin’ around, looking for good hard soil to bury your shoes into, I was right fearful you were gonna pass out and not wake up until tomorrow. Proper mighty glad to see that ain’t the case, bwah-hahahahahah!”
_
_“G-glmp… P-phthhfff…” Dash absolutely did not like the tone of AJ’s voice.

“Let’s finish today off with a bang, yeah, Dash?” AJ suggested.

Dash did not get to answer, as all the air in her lungs was squeezed out. Applejack was back on top of her. Although… this time, it was the other way around. Her butt sat down on her lower back, her legs resting along the length of her body. The agony in her tired stomach was nothing that even the most grueling exercise could prepare her for.

It was also the best part of her current predicament.

Dash was a lot shorter than Applejack. It didn’t stop her from doing what she did. The earth mare’s feet landed right to each side of her head. Just like before, but the other way around. Where prior it was just an arousing, fragrant distraction, now… Applejack had been walking around barefoot for quite, quite, quite a while. And boy, did she know it.

Dash’s scream was muffled by her feet as they collapsed on top of her snout, smearing the mud, hard earth, blades of grass, little weeds, tiny flower petals, small rocks, round pebbles, squashed bugs and fuck knows what else all over her sweaty, tearful face.

“Ain’t walkin’ into the house in my nasty, dirty feet, am I now? Mighty nice of you to lend a foot-wipe for me, Dash,” AJ quipped as she worked to cover every last bit of Dash with the fallout of her barefooting. Enormous, wide, dense, thick feet hugged and stroked her cheeks, toes pushed at her nose, arches wiped at her forehead. All smeared in *aaaAAARGGGHHHH. “*Dunno ‘bout you, but I’m loving this!”

It went on for an agonizing period of time that made Dash wish she had no face. That way, this wouldn’t be happening, and she’d have nowhere to scream out of, said screaming mostly just hurting her throat now. It went on for long enough that her cheeks somehow began to hurt even more. She barely noticed the relief of some of the ropes being done away with – mostly the ones around her ankles and wrists. Her hands were still tied to her sides, but her legs could now finally lay down on the ground, though they were still tied together.

The reason therefor became very obvious, as AJ clearly needed more space to properly splay herself out. Why would she need to do so? To place her _moderately _cleansed feet on top of Dash’s head, of course. A rough, bandaid-bearing heel dug right in, nearly matching the weight of her entire butt. Ankles crossed, AJ got to relax on top of Dash, crushing her some more for good measure. There was probably an entire Dash-sized imprint in the ground by now.

At this point, the pegasus could at best sniffle and whisper through her socks, intricately aware of the muck and grime raining down her sweaty face, unable to move, feeling literally crushed, her hair harshly roughed up by a careless heel. Well, this was it. This couldn’t get any fucking worse.

“Say, ya’think this can’t get any worse?”

“Mmmhm… Hnn. HNN. HNNN!??!?!?!?!”

“Tsk. Here I thought you’d prep yerself for the inevitable. Here from where I’m sittin’, there’s no way you didn’t see this coming.”

“WHMTT???”

And with that, Applejack let out an exasperated sigh, grabbed Dash’s feet by the ropes around their ankles, and clung to them, keeping them in place right parallel to where she sat. A horrifying couple seconds passed as gears turned in Dash’s head.

“HNNGH HNNGHHTE YHHGHH!!!” she screamed as legibly as possible.

“Naw. You love me.”

Dash had barely time enough to scream in abject horror – before a smoldering hot cigarette sunk right in the middle of her right arch.

“Got half a pack left, by the by.”

“NnnnnNNNNNNNNNNNNN_NNNNNNNNNN!!! KOFF! KOFF! KFFFHFHFH!!! NNNMMM PLSSS NNMM!!!”_

“Good thing pegasus feet heal real fast, ain’t it?”

SCORCH.

SIZZLE.

PSSSHHHH.

And so Dash spent the next hour and a half crushed under AJ’s weight, serving as her foot rest, soaking in mud and detritus, heaving and lacking for breath, while her feet acted as an ash tray for a good half dozen cigarettes.

Somehow, the next day was a mild improvement at best…

 
 
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