It had been a good few years since the young pink dragoness Ember had last communicated with her childhood crush, Spyro. The last time she saw her, he was hanging around with an older dark-scaled dragoness, and showed no notice or empathy to Ember and her blatantly obvious (or so she thought) emotions towards him. She was infatuated with him, and she had no interest in admiring any other male dragons – but whoever this new dragoness was, she was the one standing in her way.

Ember was not quite the innocent, cute girl that she was in her childhood anymore. Growing increasingly sadistic and vindictive, her biggest hobby in the past year or so was spying on and gathering information about Spyro's new girlfriend. She had managed to find a lot out – her name was Cynder, she appeared to have a very tough and volatile personality, and every day she would pass by a nearby lake to travel home – with this info, Ember could easily put her immoral plan into action.

It wasn't difficult for her to get Cynder unconscious – simply sneak up behind her and bash her around the head with a stick whilst she was completely unaware. Ember struggled a little to carry the body home with her, and she was exhausted after pulling an older, heavier dragon behind her for almost an hour. But she couldn't succumb to tiredness now – this was her big moment of petty vengeance.

Ember had set up a small area in her cave as a mini torture room for the unsuspecting Cynder, and upon bringing her enemy she immediately got to work with tying her wrists and ankles to a pole, leaving her hanging upside down and most importantly, leaving the soles of her paws nicely upturned and exposed. Ember knew that a dragon's paws were always an easy target – so her plan had been based entirely around them.

Cynder awoke about 20 minutes after being bound, with a bad headache and blurred vision. It didn't take her more than a few seconds to begin squirming violently in the bondage, shouting out.

“Nng-Hey! Who's there!? Why am I tied up like this!?”

“Hmm, awake at last...” Ember said, as she moved in front of Cynder in order to reveal herself.

“...I know you!” Cynder shouted, “You are that girl that Spyro used to talk to! What are you doing?”

“Getting a little payback for you stealing him from me...” Ember looked very vicious and angry as she put her face directly in front of Cynder's.

“Stealing? He was the one who flirted with me first! I didn't even know you had a thing for him!”

“Don't act like I'm stupid! You knew full well that I was in love with him, but then you swooped in and took him away before I could woo him!”

As she talked, Ember used one of her forepaws to fondle Cynder's restrained feet, gently stroking her fingers across them. In response, the bound dragoness flinched and her toes curled. “Don't touch me! Look, I've never knowingly done anything to upset you! Let me go this instant or else!”

“Or else what? I know that you are too pathetic to attack me...” Ember replied, beginning to curl her own claws against Cynder's paw arches. This made a small smile appear on her face. “See? You don't look so angry when you smile!”

Cynder's face soon returned to scowling, but she now knew that Ember was going to be much more focused on humiliating her and talking down to her than any actual violence. And with the position her feetpaws were in – it was clear what she was about to take advantage of. Already, the soft pink forepaws fondling her footpaws was making her toes tingle a little. Any actual tickling and she would find it a LOT harder to hold in any reactions. She continued shouting as much as she could.

“Nng..get your damn paws offa me!”

“If you dont like my paws on you then that's fine – I've got plenty of tools I could use!” Ember replied as she picked up a small feather from the box next to her. Cynder's eyes immediately widened, partially from curiosity and partially from knowing full well what its purpose was.

“...I dunno if you think that's going to make me obey you or not but if you do that's pretty pathetic...”

“Pfft, of course not! This is just a little gentle fun to start us off..” Ember began to slowly lower the feather towards Cynder's feet.

“I'm warning you! You'll be dead when I get outta here if that thing touches me!”

“So cute...” Ember taunted before ignoring her threat and placing the feather against the black dragonesses heels. She began to gently feather and tease her vulnerable soles, swishing the tool all the way up and down from her heels to just beneath her toes,  watching carefully for reactions. Although Cynder was certainly not going to be broken by the small feather, it delivered a slightly more powerful sensation than she was expecting. Particularly whenever it stroked across her arches, her pudgy toes always involuntarily squirmed a little, and she felt some light tingles go through her legs. She was easily able to hold in giggles and expressions, but if such a tiny pathetic feather was still making her toes move, she was no longer confident that Ember would be unable to break her.

“I'm telling you...a feather isn't going to do anything!”

“Really? Those little toe squirms every few seconds say otherwise. I bet your feet are so ticklish...” Ember slowly swishes the feather across her arches a few times before moving them upwards to between Cynder's toes. “What about your little piggies?”

The feeling of the feather between her toes was much stronger and after just 5 seconds or so, Cynder couldn't help but curl her toes up tightly and catch the feather in them tightly. Ember tried to tug the feather out, but it wouldn't budge.

“Come on, Cynder, gimme the feather back...”

“Are you genuinely still acting tough whilst you cant even pull a feather out from my toes?” Cynder smirked.

“Maybe. Are you still talking back to me when you are all tied up like that?” Ember responded, looking a little more stern and angry, as she rummaged through the box again. “I think I might have to punish you!”

“With what? You gonna stick your tongue out at me or something?” Cynder replied, but she was soon faced with a three-headed leather flogger from Ember's toolbox. One that looked particularly painful, although she did not show any sign of anxiety.

“Keep talking back to me like that and I'll give you a lot more than just a brief whipping.”

“As if you even have the capacity to do a lot more than that... You'll get tired after three strokes!”

“Right...” Ember growled, having had just about enough of Cynder's bitchiness for one evening, and used the flogger to lay one smack across Cynder's left foot. Although not particularly strong, it still made her flinch and splay her toes wide, dropping the feather in the process. Another smack, this time to her right foot, soon followed.

“Ah! Stop that!”

“Can the little dragoness not even take a bit of spanking to her soft paws?” Ember taunted before laying a much harder hit across her arches.

“AHH!” Cynder shouted at the unexpected increase of pain. She could feel her soles stinging and feeling a lot softer already. “I'm gonna hurt you so much when I get out of here-AAAA!!”

Cynder's trash talk was cut short by Ember whipping her splaying toes harshly, making them curl up in pain. About five more strokes with the whip across her tender feet followed, before Ember finally stopped, smirking at the sight of a slight red tint appearing across her enemy's soles.

“You going to be a good dragon and do as I say now?” Ember said in a patronising tone. Cynder simply growled at her, looking angrier than ever. The pink dragon continued talking as she walked to behind Cynder. “I'm going to take that as a no then... That's good, means I need to warm your paws up a little to try and make 'em a little weaker...”

Cynder could not see Ember behind her due to the position she was tied in, and hence was unable to see that she was picking up a wooden torch from the fireplace, freshly lit at the end with a raging flame. “You can't make me weaker! You'll die of old age before you even get close!”

“Oh, really?” Ember walked back in front of Cynder so that she could see the flame. Cynder panicked a little at the sight of it – heat-resistant scales meant fire could not usually be used against her, but the scales on the soles of her paws were not heat-resistant in the slightest. “You sure seem pretty scared by this fire, hmm? Don't think you could take it?”

“The fire may hurt me, but it won't be enough to break me!”

“Hmm, let's see...” Ember lowered the burning flame to her enemy's helpless feet, holding it just an inch away from her flesh. Cynder's feet almost immediately began dancing around, constantly moving one foot over the other in a vain act of paw defence, as the intense and painful heat from the flame played across her dark bare soles. Her toes squirmed and wiggled uncomfortably. Ember smirked and giggled cruelly at every second. “Seems like you aren't enjoying the warmth on your paws, hmm? 

“Warmth!?!? Nnhh....” Cynder moaned in pain, still attempting to cover her paws with each other to give them brief relief from the fire, “It's burning me!”

Ember dropped the stick against the wall and immediately pulled out a small length of string. What Cynder thought was a merciful early end to the heat torture was actually only Ember getting ready to restrain her even more.

“Put your feet side by side, Cynder!” Ember ordered. Cynder ignored her, still keeping her feet over each other and scrunched inwards, wrinkling her soles.

“Piss off! It's bad enough already that my ankles are tied!” Cynder shouted at her, but she soon had to stop talking for fear of laughing – as Ember immediately dug her claws into Cynder's arches. The sudden tickling made her paws squirm, and when they happened to briefly line up perfectly, Ember pounced and roughly gripped onto Cynder's big toes, squeezing and hurting them before wrapping the string around them and pulling tightly so that they were both restrained together. Now Cynder's soles were completely helpless, side by side and without even being able to curl her big toes inwards.

“There we go! Nice and tied...” Ember fondled Cynder's newly-bound toes and deeply across her soles, rubbing her forepaw across and feeling the soft, firm flesh of Cynder's feet beneath her. 

“Stop touching me like that, creep! You got a paw fetish or something?”

“No, just a huge love for making dragonesses who piss me off as uncomfortable as I can make them...” Ember responded before picking up the wooden torch again. “Now, anyway, I believe I have some roasting to do...”

When the flame returned to Cynder's paws she was unable to do anything to soothe the burning sensation playing across her soles. The ties around her toes were extremely tight, rendering her unable to protect her exposed bare soles in any way, and even wiggling her free toes was now more uncomfortable and did nothing to stop the heat torture. Ember smirked and giggled the whole way, enjoying every little squirm of Cynder's poor soles.

“Nnngggg!! Ember!!! I swear you'd better leave my goddamn paws alone!!” Cynder shouted, now in a lot of discomfort and pain from the harsh heat burning her paw soles. Ember didn't even bother responding – she was having far too much fun to get into an argument now. She only burned Cynder for about five minutes – but to the poor burnt dragoness it felt like her feet were on fire for at least triple that.

“Mmm, your paws will be nice and toasty now! Perfect for me to tickle torture...”

Cynder was still panting and recovering from the heat, which was still felt deeply on her soles and toes, and the thought of tickle torture on them was horrifying. Normally, she could withstand tickling, but not like this. Not when her paws had been softened and whipped and burned until every slight tingle would torment the hell out of her. She knew she may break...but she certainly wasn’t going to show weakness yet. “I said piss off! Touch me again and I'll kill you!” 

“Such pathetic empty threats... fitting for a dragoness with such pathetically ticklish feet....” Ember bared one claw on her right forepaw and used it to softly stroke right down the centre of both of Cynder's feetpaws, resulting immediately in a light giggle from the angry dragoness.

“Hehehehehstohohop!!” Cynder shouted. She didn't really care about retaining her tough girl integrity anymore. She couldn't bear to hold in her laughter any longer, even if it was just one claw She knew that pleading was no good, that was evident from Ember's smirk alone.

“Hmm...nah...” Ember taunted before she lifted all of her foreclaws up, wiggling them threateningly before lowering them onto Cynder's defenceless footpaws. Even though she seemed to start gentle, Ember's claws were menacing to the ticklish dragoness, whose newly massively sensitized paws were flinching and curling up rapidly at every teasing prod or stroke. “Tickle tickle tickle...”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAPP!!!!!” Cynder continued to plead involuntarily, the tingling in her soles seemingly emerging through her mouth in the form of embarrassing begging. Her laughter was very high-pitched and squeaky compared to how most would imagine it, and that surely drove Ember to tickle even harder. Moving from gentle fondling strokes with her claws to really digging them into Cynder's soft, tormented paws, the tickle torture became ruthless and Cynder was now squirming as much as she possibly could, her fingers and especially her toes wiggling and flexing all over the place as her poor feet were being mercilessly tickled. She had to try and stop wiggling her toes so much, however, as it seemed to invite Ember's claws to squeeze and stroke all over them and between them, and she seriously couldn't cope with constant torment to her toes.

After what felt like almost an hour without a single second in which Ember's claws were not torturing her sensitive soles and toes, Cynder soon felt something very odd on her paws – although not her footpaws, but her forepaws. As her feet suffered, she felt a weird sense of relief on her hands. Although she had more ticklish matters on her mind, she soon realised – her forepaw bondage had become loose. It was definite, she could move her wrists as much as she wanted to. She had to move quickly.

As Ember showed no signs of stopping, Cynder thrust herself forward as fast as possible, hoping she could reach far enough in her leg restraints. Luckily, she managed to lay a slash with her claws across Ember's leg, which made her fall to the floor in pain.

“Aaarghhh!!” Ember shouted “Wh-what the hell? How did you...”

“Remember to tighten the ropes next time, idiot!” Cynder shouted triumphantly, as she used the time Ember spent clutching her cut leg to tear through the ropes and free her ankles and big toes from their ties.

“Grrr..I'm not done yet!!!” Ember shouted angrily before lunging at Cynder. However, she hadn't quite prepared herself for this outcome properly, and she was naively unaware that attempting to tackle and older, bigger dragoness was not a good idea. Ember did not even manage to get Cynder onto the floor before the older dragon had the upper hand, grabbing Ember's neck and flipping her over onto her back, pinning her to the ground. Easily able to overpower her, Cynder grabbed the same rope that had been used to restrain her and quickly wrapped it tightly around Ember's wrists and ankles, not restraining her to anything but making sure she was defenceless and bound.

With anger in her eyes and tingling in her paws, Cynder stood over the now clearly-anxious Ember, having gained complete dominance in a matter of seconds. Smirking, and with a thirst for revenge, Cynder spoke patronisingly to the evil pink dragon.

“I wanna see whether those little pink paws are as tough as you think they are...”