Hanging Around

by Storm Butt

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Spike, Sex, King Sombra
Length: 3488

Spike wakes up in Sombra's dungeon. He's bound, helpless, and by all means under the complete control of the mad king. What ever will a king known for slavery do with a helpless, bound dragon?

Spike wakes up in Sombra's dungeon. He's bound, and by all means under the complete control of the mad king. He awakens hanging upside down bound at the ankles, unsure of how he got there. What ever will a king known for slavery do with a helpless dragon?

Contains: Rimming, Spanking, Foot Fetishism, and general Non-Con. For all intents and purposes Spike is 18+ in this story.

Published 2016-12-06 03:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-12-06 03:20:01 UTC

Hanging Around

Author's Note

So this is the darkest thing I've ever written for this site. It's also the most blatantly fetish driven. Let's just go along with that. If you don't like really dark stuff or the fetishes in the description in general I'd recommend not reading this. I have much lighter happier porn, I promise.

Hanging Around

Spike felt light headed. He was unsure of just how much time had passed where he had felt dizzy beyond belief, but he was quite sure that it had been too long. Some time ago the purple dragon had awoken in the cold, musty, and dark room. Torches were in the air to give some light to illuminate the cold, stony surroundings. Spike could tell it was cold only because his fingers and toes were nearly numb. He was dizzy, and it was hard to feel much past that. When he tried to pull at the bindings behind his back he was unable to free his wrists, as rope tightly held them together.

However, what was most difficult to get past was the pain in his ankles. Spike had awoken upside down. He dangled, and whatever was keeping him in the air was also keeping his ankles bound up with the soles of his feet pointed toward the ceiling instead of the floor. Wiggling his feet did nothing but force his ankles to cry in protest for attempting to free himself. All his weight was against those ankles, and any sort of movement pinched and prodded them in uncomfortable ways. Spike even tried to pull himself up, but just couldn’t find the strength in his core to force his muscles to work like that. Eventually he fell back and swung slightly upside down while panting.

“Do you grow bored, little dragon?” A deep and gravelly voice cooed from somewhere behind Spike. “How long has it been now? An hour? Two? You must be awfully worn. Miss the comfort of your cozy little bed back in Ponyville?”

“Mmm!” Spike struggled more. It was too bad he couldn’t talk, because there was something leather bound around his mouth with a round ball in his mouth so large that he couldn’t get any words out past a few sounds. He heard hoof steps and wriggled helplessly. The sight of an upside-down stallion came into view. A long, red cape was around his neck with eyes that seemed to glow green in the darkness. His mane was a mess of constant flowing black with a wickedly curved horn coming out of his forehead. King Sombra stood before Spike and chuckled, his tone so rough that it felt like rocks shifting together.

“What is it they call you, dragon boy?” King Sombra raised one of his brows at Spike. When he smiled, his pure white teeth glimmered with the sight of fangs. “Spike, is it? Well don’t be shy, say something! You’re a treasured guest!”

“MMMM!” Spike made another noise, this time angrier as his body flailed harshly. Saliva dribbled out between the corners of his lips and the ball gag.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Sombra teased as he reached out his iron clad hoof and drug it gently along the jawline of Spike’s face. He tried to shake his head to bat it away but instead Sombra squeezed, and his eyes narrowed slightly while his grin grew dastardly. The gag was pulled by a sudden rough force of magic. Spike took the moment to breathe and gasp and cough all in one breath as the leather was settled around his neck. “Where are my manners? Speak up, pet.”

“K-Knock it off!” Spike snapped while stuttering. “W-Where are we? How’d I get here! When Princess Twilight finds out about this she’ll…!”

“Hush hush now,” Sombra said as he put his hoof up against Spike’s lips to muffle his words. “That’s a loud mouth you have on you, dragon boy, we’ll have to fix that, won’t we? Maybe if you learn to behave I’ll take the gag off, no?”

“W-Wait, hold on!” Spike yelled as the gag was pulled again. “Knock it o—MMMMPH!”

Spike was gagged again. When he began to yell through the gag and flail his body Sombra simply stared. For a long time, it was like that as Spike struggled. Ten seconds passed, then twenty, and when Spike didn’t tire after that he felt… pain.

A loud clap echoed throughout the dungeon. Spike didn’t realize it at first as it simply didn’t register, but when the pain began to settle in to the left side of his rump he realized he had been hit. No… it wasn’t hit, it was more humiliating than that. He had been spanked. Spike didn’t notice it before but Sombra’s horn had been glowing a dark green this entire time. Something was tugging downward at Spike’s tail to reveal his plush, chubby cheeks. Something squeezed at the area still burning from the sting that might have felt like fingers if Spike wasn’t convinced it was magic. Something slapped again, this time closer to the center.

“MMMPH!” Spike cried out.

“Sad to say you’re not the first dragon I’ve ever broken,” Sombra cooed with a dark giggle. “Your bodies are so much different from ponies. What’s the fun in normality, no? I can’t burn you that’s no fun. Not that I would anyway, it brings me pain to harm my pets.”

Sombra must have lied, because Spike felt another slap mirroring the cheek of the third. He cried out again and squeezed his eyes shut once he realized they were watering. The spanking was growing more intense with each hit. Whatever was hitting him felt thin and sturdy like a ruler or a paddle specifically designed for this. Spike couldn’t see, even when he twisted his body.

“But I’m not above punishing pets,” Sombra smiled. It felt like hell just to see it. Spike squirmed again but then came the slap. Sombra began to walk slowly to the point where Spike twisting his body wasn’t enough to see it. He had been hanging so close to the ground that it was only about a foot drop, but whatever was holding him up happened to be at the perfect height for Sombra to have access to any portion of his body. He felt a hoof stroke against the freshly spanked skin on his butt and pull gently on the chubby, scaled part.

“Ah, yes, you do blush easily,” Sombra teased. “Your cute little bottom is so pink and flushed now.”

Another spank, and then another, and finally at the third Spike was whining and panting through his gag. He felt more saliva dribble out the edges. His vision was blurry now, stinging from the pain of the swats to his butt. His legs felt like they were trembling if he could tremble from the position he was in. He hadn’t realized it before, but what was holding him so awkwardly from his ankles above his head wasn’t wooden or metal or anything like that, but a gentle magical grasp from Sombra himself. He had kept up this magic for quite some time now. The only pony he knew skilled enough at magic to multitask like this was one of the princess or Twilight Sparkle herself.

“MMMMPH!” Spike yelled through his gag once something tugged at either of his ankles.

Something pressed to Spike’s still stinging rump. A muzzle. Sombra’s muzzle. The sensation was so alien and bazaar that the only thing Spike could think to do was yell again through his gag and tense his body so tightly that he felt Sombra’s lips get pushed back slightly. Hot breath escaped the mouth of the king as he giggled. His lips were between Spike’s legs right at the spot where his thighs met. Spike couldn’t move to get him away no matter how much he squirmed because of how roughly he was pressing. Just at his taint where if his legs spread even slightly Sombra’s muzzle would be up against his lips.

“Mmm, the musk of a dragon,” Sombra cooed. “Tell me, how long has your cock been hard?”

Spike felt a sensation he wasn’t expecting, and it was for something to feel like it was squeezing his cock head like a pinch and pulling outward just to the threshold of pain. More of Sombra’s magic.

Spike had been hard for a while now. He didn’t know why, as all it did was humiliate him more. Sombra’s breath was hot on his taint, but soon grew a new sensation as the wet tongue of his captor released from his muzzle and drug itself against the crack of his legs. It made Spike’s body tingle all the way to his toes as a stutter of gasps escaped his nose. The tongue of his captor played with him, dancing along his taint that no matter how much Spike squeezed his legs he couldn’t fully hide. Like the playful tough of a feather it drug and whipped and battered his scales. Spike’s cock grew harder now.

“Mhmhmhm…” Spike couldn’t help but giggle. Despite all the alien sensation and desire to beg for it to stop, it tickled lightly. It was so light and the constant breathing made areas of Spike’s body react in ways he would never expect.

Then the tongue went down. Spike wasn’t expecting it. He could have never expected something like this, not even when two hooves too his pudgy butt cheeks in either hand and tugged either way to reveal his hole. Sombra’s tongue found it and buried itself deep.

“MMMM!” Spike cried out. Not in protest, but unexpected sensation that electrified his body. His toes curled, the soles of his feet scrunching so tightly that they began to ache. He drug his claws into his palms and closed his eyes trying desperately to focus on his near hyperventilating breathing. If he wasn’t gasping under the gag he wasn’t breathing enough and ended up holding his breath. The tongue drug long and slow and tormenting as though it knew this was so sensual for the dragon.

Spike kept expecting it to end. In fact, he kept banking on that. However, something worse happened as Sombra’s tongue explored his hole, dragging in circles and pushing deeper and deeper past Spike’s limits. His gag was gone in an instant. Suddenly the moans Spike had been having muffled came out loud and clear. He realized this fast and bit his lip, tightening his muscles yet again to silence himself. His face was hot. So severely hot. His lower lip trembled if he didn’t apply as much force as possible just before bleeding to his bite. He wasn’t breathing again and his lungs began to burn.

“A-Ahhhhhhhh!” Spike finally cried out when he was forced to finally breathe in. His moans came out fast and loud. Again, again, and again the tongue wouldn’t stop lapping and rimming him. Just as Spike felt something dribble out his half-hard cock down his belly and up to his neck did it finally stop. His breath was fast and gasping when Sombra finally stopped.

“S-Stop it,” Spike whimpered. “S-Sombra, T-Twilight will…”

“Down!” Sombra barked.

Suddenly Spike fell to the ground. He was positive he was going to hit his head to the dirt flooring right before the magic caught him again and arched his body upward. Though he still hit the ground hard he was on his back now with his ankles and wrists still bound together. Sombra was above him staring down licking his lips. His eyes had a hunger.

Spike was about to turn to his side and his hardening member when Sombra placed his front hoof over it and pressed down. It made Spike’s belly feel weird, but more important it kept him frozen in fear when the slightest bit of weight was pressed over it.

“I’ll do that again if you’re a good boy,” Sombra grinned.

Spike was silent. Dead silent. He didn’t know how to respond to that.

“Hahahaha,” Sombra laughed and once more licked at his lips. “I haven’t finished my feast yet, dragon boy.”

Suddenly Spike was forced up in a seating position. Without the slightest bit of warning his ankles were jerked upward until there were nearly at eye level to him. While normally such rapid movement might cause him to topple over, instead Spike’s body was held still albeit aching slightly from the awkward position.

“Oh, no no no,” Sombra teased as his hoof extended and brushed gently against one of Spike’s ankles. It was red and irritated from hanging for so long. Spike felt dizzy with his body finally returning to normal and had to shut his eyes. “We can’t have such discomfort for a pet of mine. No sir. Tell me, dragon boy, what does your species have that ponies do not? What makes you so alluring and exotic?”

Spike pursed his lips and stared into Sombra’s eyes. He stayed silent. Sombra’s smile faltered slightly.

“Do speak up, boy,” Sombra said sternly. “or else I’ll leave you hanging till nightfall.”

“Mmm,” Spike glanced away. “I-I don’t know.”

“Why,” Sombra said, his tone returning to cheery albeit deep with gravel. The back of his hoof suddenly touched the arch of Spike’s left foot. It drug upward like the lick of a feather and sent another bazaar sensation through Spike’s body. “Ponies don’t have these big, wide soles like you do. The sight of them squirming and scrunching is unique to you, dragon boy. Come now, wiggle your toes for me.”

Spike stayed still. He honestly thought Sombra was joking. He realized in that instant he had never been looking Spike in the eye, but instead his gaze was locked onto the bottoms of Spike’s feet. Spike covered one foot with the other, and this only seemed to entice Sombra because he chuckled and licked his lips again.

“Oh, don’t make me beg,” Sombra cooed, his tone growing darker near the end. “Or do I have to bring my little friend out again?”

A sudden poof of magic and Spike suddenly felt something against each of his feet. It was a ruler, the kind used in schoolhouses. It tapped threateningly.

“I’m a kind master, no?” Sombra asked. “Don’t make me punish you again.”

Spike swallowed a growing lump in his throat. Each tap was slightly rougher than the last until the final one stung a little. Spike glanced from Sombra to the tops of his feet and realized he was holding his breath yet again. He felt ashamed when he slowly wiggled his round, pudgy toes. Sombra grinned wickedly and nodded his head at the sight.

“There’s a god pet dragon,” Sombra said as he reached out his hoof and laid it on top of Spike’s foot. He drug his body forward slightly and buried his muzzle just under Spike’s toes. In reaction Spike clenched his feet but not before a sudden lick hit his foot and sent shivers throughout Spike’s body.

“A-Ahh…” Spike gasped.

“Oh, sensitive?” Sombra laughed loudly. He sounded just so evil and creepy. “Come now dragon boy, I didn’t say you were done wiggling your toes.”

Spike felt his shoulders tremble slightly. He wiggled his toes again, slowly but surely as Sombra just stared hungrily at his soles. He was afraid to stop as the ruler still hung threateningly in the air. When Sombra moved his face forward and drug his long tongue up from the heel of Spike’s foot to the arch Spike gasped again and shook his head. He kept forgetting to keep his toes wiggling, so Sombra would sometimes nibble or bite at them at random until he yelped and continued again.

“A-Aha… ahh.. Ah!” Spike kept gasping, trying desperately not to giggle as Sombra continued to drag his lips and tongue and nose around the soles of Spike’s large, bare feet. Whenever he stopped he would kiss and nibble for a bit just to get a taste and only then lick when Spike tensed his muscles. Spike thought scrunching his feet might sway Sombra away, but that only seemed to excite him more as he moved faster and breathed heavier.

Sombra let out his tongue once more and drug it up. It found refuge just under one of Spike’s wiggling middle toes and lapped gently a few times. It was somewhere between a feather’s dance and an itch he couldn’t quite scratch in terms of annoyance. Still, Spike kept wiggling his toes. Whenever he slowed Sombra would bring the ruler to the foot he wasn’t focused on and tap it as though silently saying he knew. When Sombra took not just one but two of Spike’s feet in his mouth to suck on Spike stopped for just a second, but then a slap on his free sole rang out and kept him moving with newfound ferocity even when the sting wore off.

Sombra sat up and wiped at his mouth, but still Spike didn’t move. Spike glanced down to see that Sombra’s cock was hard. Not just showing, but fully hard. He must have been laying on it for some time now. He grabbed one of Spike’s ankles and kissed at his still wiggling toes with such force when he pushed back that they couldn’t possible wriggle around anymore. He took in a deep breath and then drew himself closer as something warm touched the soles of Spike’s bare feet.

“Now that you have your toes warmed up,” Sombra giggled. “Those feet of yours have no real purpose but to entertain me, no? Well how about you stroke them against my cock. After all, I’m on the lowly floor with you at least give me something to sit here for.”

Sombra sat back, and Spike thought he was at the very least going to resist this. However, he found out that Sombra didn’t even let that happen as magic tugged at his feet to push forward until his soles, wet with the constant licking and kissing of his captor, were pushed to the hardened cock of his member. He forced Spike’s left foot to the top of his cockhead and the toes to squeeze and drag.

“Ngnnn…” Spike panted. He could no longer control his feet as they touched and pumped at Sombra’s member. The king was sitting back now with a satisfied expression on his face as he watched the feet grip his member.

“Good boy,” Sombra cooed as he patted the top of Spike’s foot. He squeezed it, letting it drag up and down at his own pace.

This went on for an unknown amount of time. No matter how much tried to look away or put the thoughts from his mind there was no mistaking the humiliation of his bare feet being violated by the touch of Sombra’s kingly cock. His feet were wet not only with Saliva, but the pre cum dribbling out of his cock and over his soles. At times Sombra would lift one foot to lick and kiss some more and use his hoof to keep Spike’s other one pumping him. If he let any part of his feet free from the cock, Sombra would start dragging the tip of the ruler against the area. If he didn’t put it back in five seconds, he received a light slap. He was trapped in a constant circle of giving a footjob to the stallion.

“Ahhh,” Sombra purred happily. He began to shake his hips some as he nodded his head. Spike was pushed back suddenly at least four inches, his body in the same position except this time his feet were facing Sombra perfectly. Sombra’s hoof was on his cock pumping up and down the shaft. He stared at Spike’s feet, licking his lips still.

“Ngnn… ahhh!” Sombra made a few more grunts before leaning back and letting go of his cock.

White, sticky seed burst forward and splattered against the soles of Spike’s feet. It went between his toes and arches and dripped past his heels onto the floor. Spike felt the hot seed hit him three times until his soles were coated in the stuff. He felt… used in a way. Spike could still feel his shoulders tremble.

Yet still he was hard.

“Mmmm,” Sombra said as he rocked his head back and forth and looked to Spike’s cum covered feet. “Such a good pet you are.”

“Sombra…” Spike said, trembling slightly. “My… My cock is…”

“Mmm, no,” Sombra shook his head. “Don’t call me that. If you want me to play with you some more I’ll have to hear a different name. Does… Master, sound alright with you?”

Spike pursed his lips. His face was hot, his body humiliated and used, and yet still he wanted more. He wanted to feet Sombra’s tongue on his body again and feel the sensation of electricity flow throughout his body.

“Y-Yes, Master,” Spike said.