artist:squashedflat
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Game https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/g4hmzzzbbku4zls4xkhxoa/reign-equestria

The taste of Gilda's atrocious foot burns your tastebuds as you drag you tongue across her
filthy sole. Each lap of your tongue slides across the fat, rank flesh, clearing through the
greasy coating as the awful flavour coats your tongue. Her fat toes wiggle above you, causing
a fresh cascade of foot sweat splatters down on your head and down her fleshy foot. You force
yourself to slurp upwards again and again. Your eyes water, your cheeks take on a shade of
‘green, your nostrils sear with foot stink, but all you can do is keep slurping as Gilda leans
ack in her throne.

“Mmm, how perfectly pathetic. I always knew that a pony Princess would make the perfect
paw attendant,” Gilda remarks with an idle purr, her toes pinching your muzzle and grinding
the stink seemingly right into your brain. Just her foot is big enough to crush your entire
body beneath if she decided to slam it downwards, but she keeps it raised. Patches of grease
soak her stained fur and thick watts of stink rise from the crevasses of her toes, infesting the
air with a distinctly rotten stench. Thick beads of sweat soak your face as she suddenly
pinches tighter. She keeps your nostrils squeezed, blocking off air. You gasp, trying to pull
back but her grip is too tight. You suck up stink, choking on the reek of the spaces between
her toes until you're literally choking and gasping for breath. Only then do her toes release.
‘You open wide to suck in air, and then one huge toe rams right into your open mouth!

Her paws defy categorisation they're so bad, but her toes are like a whole new dimension of
awfulness. The mouldy taste of expired cheese, rotten vinegar, sweaty musk and foot grease
smear into every aspect of your senses. All you can feel is her grimy paw squelching against
your face. All you can taste is her gooey toejam slathering across your tongue. All you can
smell is the reeking stench of her rotten paws. All you can see is the fat folds of her creased
‘paw oozing with goop, and that titanic toe plunging into your mouth again and again. And all
you can hear is the slurp of your mouth sucking the disgusting digit before it pops free. A
sticky strand connects it to your face as you gasp for air before it lifts higher and she snorts
down at you.

Tears run down your face, or maybe it's just greasy footsweat oozing down you? It discolours
‘your fur, takes the shine out of your mane. All you can do is slurp that foot again and again,
lapping from bottom to top as the footsweat gathers faster than you can clear it off. "Ahh,
such a hopeless foot slut. You're doing such a great job on the first, I can't wait to help you to
the second... and then we can discuss your new permanent job, my little sole slave.” Gilda's
words make your eyes widen, but then they shrink again as your pupils roll into your head
from the sheer nastiness in your jaws. While you gargle footsweat and choke on toejam, you
can't mount a response... all hope is lost, and so are you!

GAME OVER! After a diplomatic misstep you ended up talking your way into spending the
next milennia of your life choking on foot sweat, toejam and paw grime. Gilda's paws never
seem clean, despite how you work on them day in and day out. With a collar around your
neck sealing your magic and securing you to her throne all you can do is take your new life as
a paw slave one lick at a time.