The Baying Moon

Moondancer was the kind of pony who knew when to go out and knew when to stay in. Naturally the answer over 99.9% of the time was to stay in and being kidnapped drove that percentage up a solid extra .09%. Behind her the three Diamond Dogs whispered to each other, Moondancer caught the occasional insult they directed at each other along with words like “oil,” “rub,” and “feet.” Moondancer hated the anticipation. She stared forward trying to concentrate on anything else, but her toes were in her direct line of sight. They wriggled and she pulled again. Her feet were held fast by the stocks. Looking just off to their side she saw her sneakers were still right there; they taunted her. ‘That dog needs to get my tape recorder to Twilight NOW!’

Rover and Spot carried a closed crate and empty bowl over and set them in front of the stocks. From behind, Fido rested his paws on her shoulders.

“Oh come on. Don’t you guys every take breaks.”

Rover sat on the crate and wrapped his paws around both of Moondancer’s feet. His thumbs planted on her arches.

“Don’t worry. Nerd Pony doesn’t get more tickles until later. Now is time for her pampering.”

Before Moondancer could question him, Rover gently rubbed her soles. He pressed the bottoms of his thumbs into the balls of her feet and massaged them. Fido did the same to her shoulders; his paws caressed the mare with a delicate touch. Spot hopped up on the chair and kneaded a trapped leg through her pants. None of their claws even grazed her. Rover moved his thumb side-to-side and worked out much of the tension in the padding of her feet. He cupped her toes in his palm and delicately squeezed them too. Moondancer’s heart rate normalized and she let go of a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Fido massaged her neck and rubbed her ears while Spot switched legs. Moondancer stuffed her sweater into her mouth to hold back a small moan when Rover’s thumbs stroked her arches. He noticed her reaction and further kneaded the areas with tender care.

‘Stop thinking this is nice! They’re holding you prisoner!’

Rover took his time and rubbed the entirety of her arches thrice over. He leaned his body into his technique. ‘Okay, so maybe all those prissy Canterlot ponies have a point about going to the spa if this is what happens there.’ Moondancer’s sweater fell from her lips and her head lulled to the side. Her toes spread wide and curled as Rover worked, almost like they were waving thank you.

Rover left her arches, much to her dismay, and started on her heels. He moved his thumbs in circles around them and the rest of his fingers cared for her ankles. Spot jumped off and carried something to Fido from the side of the cavern. Fido pinched a pomegranate slice from the dog bowl Spot brought over and held it to Moondancer’s lips. Her stomach rumbled and she opened her mouth. Fido feed the wedge to her. She hummed in delight and chewed the fruit and its succulent seeds. She snacked on every juicy piece of fruit Fido presented. He angled the water bowl in front of her muzzle. Moondancer puckered and drank half of it. Fido rubbed her shoulder more and nuzzled her head.

A few minutes later Fido and Spot left Moondancer alone with Rover. Her head sunk into the padded headrest and she closed her eyes as Rover pampered her feet. He cycled through spoiling every part of her feet multiple times and he changed up his technique every couple of rounds. He tenderized her arches with his thumbs, then kneaded his knuckles into her soles, and pressed his palms in the next go-around. The foot massage continued for half an hour. Finished he nuzzled in-between her feet and Moondancer, half-asleep, patted his snout with one.

“Where’d you guys learn to give massages anyway?”

“Ms. Rarity taught us. Is Nerd Pony ready for next part?”

“Why couldn’t the null ring find gems based off of this instead?” Moondancer mumbled waking up.

“Without you and your cute feet it would have taken us months to find the gems we’ve recently dug up.” Rover nuzzled her feet.

“You’re welcome.” Moondancer’s sarcasm was palpable.

Rover slid off the crate and opened the makeshift seat. He withdrew an unlabeled large glass cruet filled with a jet black liquid. Moondancer snapped to attention. There was something in the air. A chill ran down her spine as Rover swished the viscous dark fluid around, pulled out the stopper, and poured it into the metal bowl. The eerie substance flowed like thick syrup.

“What is that stuff?” Moondancer asked, dread dripped from her voice.

“The most important part of pony prisoner pampering.” Rover replaced the stopper and flaunted the bottle, it was full again. Rover put the bottle back in the crate and switched it for a paintbrush. He dipped the brush into the obsidian goo and swirled it around. He waved the brush in front of her left foot, it jerked in place.

“Hang onto yourself, Nerd Pony~” Rover glided the brush under her toes, a translucent even coat of the dark substance trailed behind it.

“TEEHEE!” Moondancer’s nerves went haywire and she clenched her toes around the entire brush head coating them more. The paintbrush felt super sensitive on her feet. After the rough treatment from the Diamond Dog’s claws and the high powered polisher a simple brush should have been a cakewalk, but the tip felt like it sliced through her.

He dipped the brush back into the bowl. The limber fibers bent as Rover pressed the paintbrush against the balls of her feet. With rapid flicks of his wrist he covered the area. The black oil became a glossy shadow over every part Rover painted.

“HAHAHAHAHA, PLEEEEEEEEEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAOP!” Moondancer cackled as Rover applied deep and slow strokes down her arch. Rover savored her desperate cries. He smeared a fresh coat onto her heel and drilled the brush between each of her toes. He drew a smiley face on her big-toe and laughed. “Heh, I might be the next Salvador Doggy.”

Rover painted more faces on all of Moondancer’s toes and drew other small pictures on her soles including stick-dogs, a lightning bolt, stars, moons, locks, and more. The illustrated foot swayed about with every titter from Moondancer when the paintbrush stroked them. Rover coated her toes the rest of the way. The entire bottom of Moondancer’s left foot glistened in the ebony ichor. Sparks of electricity tingled from it. “AAHH! AHH! MMFFHHH!”

Rover dipped the brush back into the dark sap and moved to her right foot. He swabbed the brush across her toes. The light contact made Moondancer jump each time. “EEEE! IT’S TOOO MUUUCHHH!”

Moondancer’s foot tried to roll away from the brush but Rover pounced and dabbed the brush between her toes. The polka-dotted globs of the goo on her arch and heel. His technique less resembled any kind of stippling or pointillism and more just blotches randomly speckled about. Unfortunately the know-it-all attached to the foot was unable to see his masterpiece but Rover knew how she could appreciate it all the same. The brush smeared all the dots together with several strokes. He went left to right, moving downward like he was highlighting a passage in a book.

“FFFH!” Moondancer hissed through clenched teeth, desperate not to giggle again.

Both her feet were coated in an even shadowy glaze. Rover leaned back and inspected them. He inhaled a deep gulp oh air, his chest puffed out and he stuck his maw in front of Moondancer’s feet. She shooed her foot at him but wasn’t even able to touch his snout. Rover exhaled a warm stream of air across both her feet. He snickered and sat back up staring at them.

“Huh” Moondancer cocked an eyebrow. ‘That was… annoying. Does he think my feet will cringe from his bad breath?’

Moondancer’s toes flexed. The substance painted on them stopped sending sparks up her nerves. ‘I guess I was just over worrying about whatever this stuff is.’ An odd feeling crept around her soles. Her toes squirmed more and waved in the cool cave air. ‘When did it get so warm down here?’ A bead of sweat formed on Moondancer’s forehead and her pupils dilated. She realized what she was feeling on her feet.

Heat!

Blistering heat radiated from her soles. It was mild at first but now her feet felt like them were broiling. The goo felt like it was moving. It tickled her feet by itself.

“Heeheehee, Wh-what is this stuff!?”

“Captain said oil changes pony’s feet.”

“Ch-ch-changes?”

“Yes!” Rover exclaimed. “After today, Nerd Pony’s feet will be more sensitive so she laughs more and finds more gems.”

Moondancer’s feet sweltered beneath the oil. The tickling sensation felt like the brush was painting every part of her feet simultaneously. Her fingers dug into the plush arm-rest, her chest pushed against her restraints, and of course every other flail wedgied her further. Her soles broiled from the oil’s sweltering heat. The pours on her soles opened wide and sweat cascaded out. From Moondancer’s perspective of cackling and thrashing about, the oil and roasting heat seemed to ooze into her very pours. Her bright red blushing feet were no longer covered in the oil.

“EEHEHEHE!” The tickling feeling still riled Moondancer’s feet.

The heat then spread to other places around her body, her pelvis lunged in place as the most awkward thing possible for Moondancer happened. She panted between giggles as her head swung in every direction. Her face was embroiled in blush that matched her mane. Sweat poured from all over her face and a drop dripped from her horn onto her glasses. Her tongue hung out and she locked eyes with the large bulge forming under her khaki’s zipper. The pressure was so tight. ‘Oh Celestia, it’s going to rip right through them!’

“GWHAHAHAHA MAAAAAAKE IIIIIT STAHAHAHAHOP!”

The ring on Moondancer’s horn shined with power. Rover whistled out the cell door. Fido and Spot scurried up and were let into the cell.

“Dogs, look how she begs from just one coat.”

“Nerd Pony is a pathetic princess.” Fido teased.

“Ohh, the oil works, it works!” Spot clapped.

Rover turned to their prisoner and his eyes followed hers. Both stared at the bulge. His mouth went ajar as he leaned over the mare and examined the protuberance pinned in her pants. Moondancer’s eyes bugged out and she gritted her teeth. Sweat rolled down her face and feet like a rainstorm. The hound looked to her for an answer to this riddle. She powered through all the tickling sensations dominating her body, shook her head, and mouthed the word ‘no’. Rover poked the bulge. Moondancer shrieked and Rover jumped startled. Fido and Spot crowded on the other side. Rover pinched the flap of her khakis and unbuttoned them. Her zipper burst open!

Rover’s paw shot back. Moondancer’s cock tore past her briefs and wagged free for all to see. It stood erect while her waistband caught her on balls and squeezed them. Moondancer screeched louder. Her tongue slipped out of her muzzle as erratic lustful pants fogged her glasses. Hands beat wildly and arms fought against their bindings. Toes twitched still plagued by a ticklish tingle. Her hips thrust again and her underwear burned inside her butt. Her shaft wobbled, even without a lick of friction from anything except the air, a bead of pre-cum formed at its tip.

“I-It… It’s the oil…” Moondancer swallowed, her mouth parched and bone try despite the rest of her body sweating like a hog. The heat generated by her arousal reactivated the oil absorbed by her soles. “I-I-I-I SWWWWEEEEAAAARRR!”

“It's not a side-effect of the oil.” Rover barked out laughs and clutched his sides. Fido flicked the droplet off her cock. “I’m thinking it must be--”

“Love!” Spot chimed in and bawled over.

“SHHHHAHAHAHAHAUUUUTTTT UUUUUPPPPPAHAHAHA!” Moondancer yelled though her laughter, somehow blushing more as her hips thrust in desperation.

“Didn’t Captain give us something for this?” Fido asked.

“You’re right!” Rover rummaged through the crate by his feet. He threw up his paw; a string of silver beads dangled from it along with a triangle forged from three rings. Moondancer froze solid. It was like all the heat in her body had been set to absolute zero.

“Anything but that…” She quietly pleaded though chattering teeth.

Similar to her horn ring, blue runes were engraved onto the metallic black rings in addition to the gems embedded into them. Unlike her horn ring however, the insides of the rings had fuzzy blue linings. Rover tossed both to Spot. The smaller dog clambered up the bondage chair in front of Moondancer’s member. He squeezed the head of her shaft through two of the rings and slid it down. The lining brushed her cock, she shuddered from the sensation. The third ring drifted along the underside of her dick until it reached her testicles. Spot unlatched the bottom ring and clasped it around her balls. The cock ring throttled her phallus and testicles, the runes burned with an unholy light. Moondancer’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. She chewed her sweater; her teeth bit hard into it and almost drew blood from her lip.

Fido wrapped a paw around her collared shaft and held it steady while Spot fed the beads in one by one. The tickling and heat returned with renewed fervor and increased in intensity with every bead thrust through the tip of her member. Her opening stretched around each bead and swallowed it as a claw pushed the next one in. Moondancer gasped and squealed from every one. ‘I’m in Tartarus! I fell in that hole and died. These three mutts are just Cerberus, but dumber and this is my punishment for all the bad things I’ve done in my life! Staying up past my bedtime as a filly and reading under the covers. Stealing Twinkleshine’s library card in Magic Kindergarten so I could check out twice as many books. That time I broke into the bookstore to get an early copy of Daring Do and the Griffon's Goblet![5]’

[5] The owner reported finding a stack of bits equal to the price of the stolen book on the checkout counter.

Spot shoved the last bead in. A dozen silver orbs were lodged inside, down to the base of her throbbing phallus. The string’s ringlet was all that remained outside. Moondancer pumped her dick in Fido’s grip. She wailed a guttural moan. Her testicles pulsated with carnal pleasure but they could not release anything. Fido let go of her shaft and wiped his paw off on his pants. The pleasure was trapped inside her, it built more and more. Every second a new arousal record was reached just to be shattered in the next moment. Moondancer needed to cum but couldn’t. Her urethra was under insane pressure, the sounding beads pushing down on her climax. The cock ring’s runes and gems shimmered. The fibers lining the rings exploded in vibrations. Blue strands brushed her privates tickling them. Moondancer bellowed in cackling agony.

Rover stood behind the squealing mare. He brandished a brilliant golden feather and waved it over her cock with a sinister grin plastered on his mug. Moondancer’s knees swiveled side to side. Every time they neared each other, her thighs pressed her balls into the vibrating ring more. Despite her ankles being locked in stocks it should have been easy to keep her legs spread to relieve pressure on her testicles; however, Moondancer’s knees touched several times. It was like the cock ring caused the gravitational force between them to multiply exponentially. That, or Moondancer was just horny.

“P-PLLLEEEEEAAASSSEEE! LEEEET MEEHEHEHE CUUUUM! I-I-I CAAHAHAHAN’T TAAAAKE IIIIT!”

It was difficult to determine which of the two theories was the true cause.

“IT TIIIIIICKLES TOOHOHOHOHOHO MUUUUCH! MYHIHIHI BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHALLS HAHAHAURT, PLLLHEHEHEHEHEASE, I-I-I NEEEEEEEEED TOHOHOHO CUM!”

“You’re here to laugh, not cum. Do you think we care ‘bout the pain you’re under? We’re gonna keep tickling you until we find every gem there is. And after we find every single one, we’ll keep tickling you just for fun! Forever~” Rover whispered the last word directly into her ear and let out of a hot breath. He dragged the feather around her corked cockhead.

“I-I-I HAHAHAHAHATE YOUOHOHOH FLEEEEEEA BITTHEHEHEHEN MAHAHAHAHAUTTS!” Moondancer screamed in terror between bouts of hysterical laughter. Her horn ring was almost charged and ready to cast again.

“Nerd Pony has fleas?” Spot jumped back.

“No you idiot, she said we do.” Rover spat.

“We have fleas!?” Fido wildly scratched himself.

“Grrrr, no! None of us have fleas!” Rover stomped his foot. “Get the powder from the liar ponies!”

Spot leapt over to the crates and hopped back with a yellow cardboard box in hand. The box had a picture of twin unicorns in a circle, written around it was the brand name Flim Flam's World-Famous Fantabulous Flea Fighting Powder. On the top corner inside a callout was Satisfaction Guaranteed*[6]. Rover tore the side tab open and held the box arm’s length away from himself over Moondancer’s feet. He tilted the box and shook. Tiny white flakes floated down like snow over Moondancer’s feet. The powder built up small mounds between her toes and on the balls of her feet but as her feet fidgeted from her chuckles the snowdrifts avalanched down her soles.

[6] *DISCLAIMER: Guarantee does not guarantee a guarantee.
Not approved for fighting fleas on Skin, Fur, Hair, Scales, Feathers, Carapaces, Slime, or Other.
ALL SALES FINAL

For the most part Moondancer ignored the flea power more focused on the vibrating cock ring and sounding beads. Until she realized that something far worse had begun. It was a slow burn — at first a minor annoyance against the mountain of denial — her feet were the tiniest bit warmer so she tried to shake the powder off. However, the warm tingling grew into a scratchy irritable sensation, like the first time she shaved the sides of her head[7]. Tens of thousands of spines were pricking her feet all at once. She needed to rub her soles on something, to dunk them in ice water, to scratch them. Moondancer’s feet itched!

[7] Moondancer claimed she adopted the hairstyle because it was more convenient. But in actuality back when they were in school together, Twilight had seen it in one of Minuette’s magazines and mentioned how cool it looked.

The three hounds chuckled to each other.

“Lair ponies said powder would stop fleas but it didn’t.” Fido said.

“That stuff is worse than fleas!” Spot chimed in.

“I wonder if itching makes the magic happen like the tickling does.” Fido pondered.

This was one scientific question Moondancer hoped the answer too would never be discovered. She screamed and threw her bound feet around. Her legs kicked and twitched in place. Her chest heaved and chewed fingernails pawed at the padded armrest. And then, her horn ring discharged again. A wave of magic mushroomed out of her horn and enveloped the room. It stopped short of exiting the cell and no gems shined within view.

“Itching not as good.” Rover frowned.

“THEN GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF!” Moondancer beseeched and screeched. The itching had overpowered the tickling of her cock completely. “AT LEAST SCRATCH MY FEET!”

Rover shrugged. All three Diamond Dog flung their claws out and stalked towards her blistering soles. A single thought echoed in Moondancer’s head. ‘Help me Twilight Sparkle, you’re my only hope.’

* * *

Bewlay poked his head above ground. The gigantic crystalline tree-like castle shimmered up the road in the morning light. He drooled. Bewlay shook his head and hoped out of his tunnel. He opened a bag and pulled out the books and tape recorder; there wasn’t a spec of dirt on any of them. ‘Just like Nerd Pony ordered.’ Bewlay took a step forward--

The tall castle doors flung open. Bewlay yelped and drove into a bush. The books clattered onto the ground. Roughened up Bewlay readjusted his armor. He peaked through the shrubbery and saw a tall petite mare shove another larger mare towards the town. The second mare slipped free and ran of her own accord with the pushy one. They both shouted in panicked voices but Bewlay’s nose twitched more than his ears. A delicious smell wafted from a soggy greasy paper bag they carried.

“Cauliflower~” Bewlay stepped out of the bush carried by the sent.

CRUNCH!

The spell broken, Bewlay looked down and lifted his foot. The pulverized remains of the tape recorder greeted him. The dog whimpered ashamed, he glanced around to see if he’d been caught. No creature was in eyesight. He dug a small hole next to the bush and entombed the remains of the decimated device into it. He patted down the makeshift grave with his foot and scooped the books, thankfully uncrushed, into his arms.

Bewlay sprinted to the castle. He laid Nerd Pony’s books inside the open door. He scooted back but tripped down the stairs bumping his head on every one. Bewlay jumped up and shook himself. Nothing was broken or bleeding, but some bruises awaited him tomorrow. He fixed his dinged helmet and chest plate again and bolted back to his tunnel. Bewlay plunged down and filled the exit. He scurried back home with his ears flatten against his helmet and his tail between his legs.