The Baying Moon

Moondancer thought having the sounding beads removed would have finally let her have the orgasm she’d been on the edge of for hours. She cheered a perverse scream of pleasure when Rover ripped the entire string out with one swift pull. Fido’s switched from raking his claws up and down her tenderized feet to lovingly rubbing them. The bookworm melted into her bondage chair and pumped her hips forward ready to climax. But, even completely unclogged, she couldn’t even eek out a single droplet. No matter how much it felt like she should be able to, there was no relief from the punishing pleasurable pressure swelling inside her. The nerd knew from years of rigorous hands-on scientific experiments[8] that she should have been squirting like a geyser the moment the beads were extracted. But she could not!

[8] Masturbating

“Take the cock ring off too!” She panicked seeing the runes glow blue again. “It’s what’s preventing me from climaxing!”

Rover and Fido shook their heads and chuckled.

“PLEASE! Before it--”

The cyan fibers lining the segments of the cock ring sprang to life. They brushed around and tortured Moondancer’s privates. Her arousal grew and grew as did the volume of her laughter. Her horn ring shined bright. The wave of magic erupted from her horn, the only thing of hers capable of such a metaphor.

Guards outside her cell scrambled overtop one another as they rushed to excavate gems. Moondancer’s cock ring stopped its stimulations. She heaved out heavy lungfuls of air. Her balls ached from denial. Even still, Moondancer savored the moment. In those brief seconds of respite after her horn ring discharged her captors halted her tickle torture, unable to help themselves from searching for any pockets the other Diamond Dogs may have missed. Her toes flexed above her hot soles and fanned what little air they could to them.

Moondancer collected her thoughts as her mind was momentarily freed from overstimulation. ‘This dark magic is way above their heads. And if a pegasus gave it to them then that pony can’t be working alone either. There’s definitely a conspiracy going on here with some powerful unknown players.’

The cell door creaked opened. Lassie let in a snickering Spot who carried a tray with a plastic jar on it. The door thundered shut behind him. Spot tumbled a few steps and regained his balance without spilling the tray. Moondancer smirked seeing the laughing gnome lose face. ‘These mutts will be lucky if Twilight doesn’t have them spayed and neutered when she frees me. I just have to hold out a little longer and BOOM the royal guard, the Wonderbolts, and the Elements of Harmony led by Equestria’s finest princess will save me and blow this place to kingdom come.’

Rover and Fido regrouped with Spot in front of the stocks. Moondancer spied Rover holding a pawful of black rubber cords grabbed from the crates of torture tools hidden behind her. The three spoke in hushed whispers. Rover nodded and with a wave of his paw dismissed the other two. He waited until the two were let out before he turned his attention back on the mare.

“Lemme guess, dinner time for everydog?” Moondancer remarked.

“Yes.” Rover nodded, oblivious to her sarcasm.

Moondancer blinked twice behind her thick glasses and shook some sense back into her head.

“So what, you’re gonna untie me and make sure I eat out of that disgusting dog bowl?”

“No. Nerd Pony’s dinner is later. It’s time for my meal.”

Moondancer’s pupils dilated and her lips puckered. ‘What does he mean by that?’

Rover trained his thumb over the side of the stocks near the top. He pressed his thumb against it. The metal sunk in, it was a button. Moondancer jumped at the metallic whoosh. Ten rivets along the top of the stocks had shot up like a coterie of prairie dogs. Instead of being evenly distributed with equidistance between them, they were grouped in two sets of five. It didn’t take a genius level intellect to deduce what that correlated too.

Rover fished one of the cords from his paw. On one end the elastic strip dangled a single padded metal ring that varied in size from cord to cord. On the other end, the rubber had been folded around and molded back in the strap. Rover worked the looped end over the head of each rivet one by one. All ten fastened, he slipped his claw into the largest sized ring and stretched the cord to Moondancer’s big-toe.

Moondancer scrunched her toes as tight as she could. She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, determined to make the dog work if he wanted to put those around her toes. Rover stood idly by and watched with a bemused smirk. Moondancer kept up the strength she applied to her toes. It was working, but as the minutes ticked on her muscles grew sore. Her toes flinched and uncurled a bit, but she buckled down and held them tight.

“Heh.” Rover dragged his other paw’s pointer claw down the length of her sole.

“EEEEEEEE!” Moondancer squealed. Her toes splayed wide open. Circulation returned to them in a warm wave of relief. That solace didn’t last, as quick as they’d unfurled Rover plunged the ring around her big-toe. The strength of her pedal digits was nowhere near that of Rover’s finger, so the cord tugged her toe towards the stocks and forced the rest of her foot along. The dog wedged the other big-toe ring around her right one. Both her pried back feet were immobilized. The smooth taut skin of her soles practically gleamed. Rover’s eyes locked on them, he sucked in a breath. His chest puffed out and decompressed. He made short work and secured the other eight rings around their respective victims.

Moondancer’s toes were fanned out and on full display along with the rest of her feet. She grunted and swore as she attempted to move her feet any amount forward. Not one of the cords was the stretchable rubber band Rover made it look like. They were incredibly inelastic from the perspective of Moondancer’s fettered toes. Moondancer let out an exacerbated sigh as her feet were drawn back from the estimated two plancks she’d moved them forward.

Claws pranced along steadfast soles while the mare attached to them snorted and scrunched up her face to hold back her giggles. Her façade cracked when his furry fingers brushed against her instep and she barked out a few hearty laughs. Rover flashed a grin of razor sharp teeth, pinched both her heels, and ducked his head beneath the stocks.

“Time for my meal~”

Moondancer involuntarily trembled again. Fear had softened her shaft somewhat but the same pleasure was still trapped inside her, aching for release. Her usual snark had been tickled out of her today over the endless hours of torment so she could only worry; ‘What is he going to do to my feet?’

Rover rose up. Moondancer spasmed seeing the light glint off butter knife in his dominant paw. ‘…Butter knife?’ Her rational mind caught up to the rest of itself. In Rover’s other paw was the jar Spot had brought in earlier, up close she could see what it was, peanut butter. He unscrewed the jar’s red cap. The knife plunged inside and swirled around. A long glob of the rich creamy food clung to the knife. Rover inhaled a deep sniff and licked his chops.

The flat of the blade glided down Moondancer’s trapped foot and left a trail of peanut butter on them. Her bound feet didn’t have room to even squirm as Rover dunked the knife back into the jar. Moondancer snickered as more peanut butter coated her vast feet. Just one application of the black oil had done a number on them. Her soles were magnitudes more sensitive to the gentle graze of the butter knife. He slathered it between her toes and smothered the rest of the bottoms of her feet in the tasty treat.

“Get this stuff off of my feet you freak!”

“Oh, I will~” Rover slobbered.

The realization hit Moondancer like a freight train.

“Not like that! Not like that! I meant wipe it off with a towOHOHOHOHOHOH.”

Rover’s tongue felt like sandpaper as it scraped up her heel. Rover flaunted the tiny mound of peanut butter on his tongue. He tilted his head up and darted his tongue in and out of his maw over a dozen times savoring the snack. Rover knelt back down and lapped at Moondancer’s feet like they were a peanut butter flavored popsicle. Unable to move them at all her whole attention was concentrated on Rover’s course tongue lapping at her soles. She huffed and tittered as over an hour Rover replaced every bit of peanut butter on her feet with saliva. His gritty tongue tasted the whole length of her feet and plunged itself between her toes multiple times.

His metaphorical plates licked clean, Rover leaned back and rubbed his stomach with satisfaction. Moondancer was a mess. Her erection flared to full mast fifteen minutes in and drool ran down her muzzle from her constant giggling as well as the delicious peanut butter smell that wafted around the room. She slumped down in her chair having expended most of her energy struggling against the toe-cords. Her horn ring had not gone off once but was abuzz at what she estimated to be half a charge. None of her ringed appendages were able to find release.

Rover hovered in front of her face. He grinned, splotches of peanut butter clung to his muzzle and teeth. A tremor passed through Moondancer’s feet, it felt like he could lick them just by smiling. His large paw stalked towards her face, she tucked it into her shoulder. Moondancer gasped and moaned softly. Rover scratched her behind the ear and patted her head.

“Nerd Pony is a good pet.” Rover praised. “Now it’s your dinner time, then walkies, and sleep. You have many more gems to find tomorrow.”

He unstrapped Moondancer from her chair. She used the precious seconds while he lifted off her toes ties to pick her monstrous wedgie and tuck erect member away. Feet freed, she hugged her legs against her cushy sweater. Rover clipped the leash onto her collar and led her to the back corner. There was a small round mattress with a stake spiked into the ground next to it and the doggy bowel. She’d been fed all the fruit that’d been in it this morning, only kibble remained. Moondancer gave the bowl a thousand-yard stare. ‘Of course the real food is all gone. Come on Twi, what’s taking you so long?’