The Cult of the Crescent Moon

Luna slumped exhausted in her chair her head tucked into her naked chest. Her face was beat red and she huffed behind her ball-gag. The cuffs holding her wrist were all that kept her upright. A cyan hand stroked the Princess beneath her muzzle and lifted her head up. A pair of violet eyes peeked out from beneath their wizard’s cap.

“Did you have fun with all the other girls?” Trixie mocked, “Too bad you’re not an escape artist like the Great and Powerful Trixie.”

“Fwk yew!”

Trixie glanced at the Princess’s genitals and grinned. “Trixie may take you up on that offer later. Until then, how ‘bout Trixie’s puts on a private show for you?”

Trixie held up a navy blue feather, Luna’s pupils shrank and she shook her head.

“Trixie thanks you for your generous donation to your own tickling.” The magician twisted her head toward her fellow cultists. “Sparkle…”

“Relax Trixie; we’ll leave you two alone.” Twilight reassured. “I’ve got a few more thing to check off my checklist before everything’s prepared for tonight. In the meantime, Lemon Hearts?”

“Here you go! Have fun Trixie!” Lemon Hearts beamed handing the cyan mare a glass jar filled with a pinkish liquid.

Trixie’s grin touched her ears.

“Try not a block the cameras’ views if you can. I wanna watch all of this later.” Lyra added.

The dungeon door boomed shut behind the five other members of the Cult of the Crescent Moon. A metallic sound screeched and Luna’s heart dropped hearing it lock her in the room alone with this mad mage.

The glass jar was plopped onto the stone floor alongside Luna’s feather. The sound echoed in the now eerily quiet room. Trixie’s boot hovered over a peddle on the chair side and she slammed her foot down. Luna’s spread legs were wrenched back together with a bang as the two legrests rejoined. Her toes remained locked straight in mid-air by the golden toe rings still unable to bend or clench. The ball-gag in Luna’s mouth shimmered a soft pink and was loosened by Trixie’s magic falling around Luna’s neck like a collar.

Luna worked the kinks from her jaw and glared daggers at Trixie. ‘If this fiend thinks I shall offer her thanks for un-gagging me, she is sorely mistaken.’

“No need to thank me Princess. This isn’t a library and I’m not Sparkle. I wanna hear you squeal, and beg, and eventually, moan~”

“Release me now you perverse cur and I swear your punishment will be swift. Unlike the one Twilight and her cultists shall suffer, which will still shudder generations from now.”

“Mmh, Princess,” Trixie bit her lip, “I haven’t even touched your feet yet and you’re already talking dirty~”

Trixie sauntered to the front of the chair, making sure to sway her hips in a seductive manor at her Princess prisoner.

“Know that ‘twas thou who was thine own undoing.” Luna scowled.

Trixie flashed her manicured fingernails at Luna. Light gleamed off the top of the ten spears she wielded. However Luna was a brave mare and not easily intimidated; she only flinched a little. Trixie took her time as she knelt down in front of Luna’s feet savoring the Princess’s trembling eyes.

‘I shall not let this mare intimidate me!’ Luna took a deep breath a steadied herself. ‘I will give her not the satisfaction of a single chortle.’

The folded peak of Trixie’s hat bobbed above Luna’s bound feet. The unicorn’s hands rose into view like sharks fin piercing the ocean’s surface. Her fingers stretched all the way back and struck!

Luna gasped. She had braced for raw and ruthless scratching at her soles, instead Trixie’s fingers delicately and expertly massaged the Princess’s large feet. Her airy breaths stood in stark contrast to her hammering heart. The magician’s thumbs moved in tight circles and pampered the Princess’s peds. Trixie cooed and exhaled hot breaths on them which felt fantastic in the cool dungeon. After the four mares had tormented her feet for what felt like hours, Trixie’s ministrations felt wondrous; Luna moaned.

“Heehee, you’re welcome.” Trixie’s smug voice snapped Luna back to attention.

“This obsession with my feet has gone on for far too long. Return my socks and boots to me post haste!”

Trixie snorted. “Princess, when we’re done with you I doubt you’ll ever even wear shoes again.”

“I shall not be so eas-- Ohhhhh~” Luna’s interrupted herself with another deep moan as Trixie’s thumbs kneaded away the lingering fire in the balls of her feet that the other cultists had ignited with their feverish tickles.

The Princess’s head rested against the pole behind her. ‘Perhaps I should allow this mage’s saintly fingers to finish their work.’

Trixie’s foot massage continued for some time and soft coos and murmurs of affection slipped past Luna’s lips. The chill from dungeon air had dissipated long ago replaced by a comfortable steady warmth that emanated from her core. Luna’s innate alicorn physique quickly recovered her from the exhaustive torment the other cultists had done to her poor feet and she basked in the soothing feeling. Trixie rubbed her toes and Luna felt a twitch from in-between her thighs. ‘What dares interrupt my massage?’ She groggily opened one eye. Her rigid blue cock stood proudly erect in the air. ‘Ah, tis just my phallus.’ Luna closed her eye and slipped back into her coziness.

The feet in Trixie’s hands shook violently along with the rest of the mare attached to them. Shame was painted all over Luna’s face as her hollow eyes stared at her own member. Trixie snickered.

“Trixie was wondering when you’d noticed Trixie’s superb skill.”

Luna’s mouth gaped and shuttered but was silent. Her cock throbbed and semen churned inside her balls. The heavy orbs rested atop her clitoris which also burned with a needy passion.

“Awww, don’t be embarrassed Princess, sooner or later we were all going to see get hard from us pampering your feet. Trixie is just pleased to know that it was her that first earned your massive dick’s applause.” Trixie mocked with her haughty attitude. “And before we even applied our oil. My my! Sometimes Trixie even impresses herself.” She covered her mouth and laughed at Luna.

“S-silence!” Luna roared with the ferocity of a lion cub.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie thinks it’s time she shows you what her cult has cooked up.” Trixie giggled more and picked up the feather she stole from Luna’s wings. “Now watch and be amazed at her demonstration.”

Luna’s feather floated, the stem encased by Trixie’s magic. The tip pushed against Luna’s left sole. The feather vain bowed as Trixie subtly applied more and more pressure. The tip wooshed up the dark blue sole and brushed over her toes. The Princess puffed out her cheeks, her lips sputtered desperate to not giggle. The feather stroked downwards and despite Luna’s best effort she broke.

“Hee!” The small laugh burst from her.

Trixie’s magic swiped the feather along the Princess’s foot again eliciting another giggle from Luna. Trixie’s horn shined brighter and the alicorn’s feather moved faster and more erratic across her foot in all directions.

“Hahahahahahahahaha!”

The stream of laughter poured unabated from Luna’s lips. ‘Curse this mare for tenderizing my feet with her traitorous fingers.’

“Oh poor Princess. Your feet are just too delicate~” Trixie said with mock concern and placed the feather back on the ground. “I can’t wait to see what this does to them.”

The magician unscrewed the cap off the jar with the pink liquid inside. A fruity scent wafted through the dungeon. Trixie held the jar right above the bound toes on Luna’s right foot. The Princess watched with concern as it tilted in Trixie’s hand and the gooey substance inside ran out and oozed down her foot. The syrupy liquid didn’t feel hot or cold, but slightly weighty as it drizzled down engulfing all. Gentle electric tingles ran from where the slick oil touched up to Luna’s spine.

“Wh-what is this elixir?” The Princess stammered.

“A brilliant little solution Sparkle and her Lemon friend whipped up. It even impressed me.” Trixie re-capped the jar and placed it back down. Her hands then sprang on Luna’s oil soaked foot. Unlike earlier, Trixie was not gentle. Her fingers roughly kneaded the oil into Luna’s soles. She smeared and coated any missed spots with it. The mage panted, her eyes dilated as she worked the oil into Luna’s feet. Her face inched closer until her cheek rested on the unoiled foot, Trixie grinded her face smushed against the bound appendage.

“I feel it doing somethi--”

“The oil increases the sensitivity of whatever it’s applied to. It also acts as an aphrodisiac. So, the longer this stuff sits and soaks into your huge feet the more sensitive and ticklish they will become. And soon enough any amount of touching them will turn your into a leaky, horny, screaming mess~”

“What!?”

“Heehee, yup! We tested it on a few other lucky mares, so just know we perfected it for you Princess. No need to thank us.”

“Remove this foul oil from my feet at once!”

“It’s so adorable you think you’re in any position to give orders.” Trixie flicked excess oil off her fingertips splattering it back onto Luna’s feet. “The Great and Powerful Trixie runs the show here.”

Trixie picked Luna’s feather back up. “See for yourself how effective it is.”

Trixie repeated her assault with the feather just as she has on Luna’s other foot. However, as soon as the tip touched her sole Luna knew she was in trouble. She could feel each individual bristle on the feather’s tip — poking, bending, and scratching — against the center of her foot. The bent feather flicked again and scorched up her foot.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Luna howled from just the light single brush.

Trixie flashed her teeth and darted the feather in-between each of Luna’s oily trapped toes. She swiped it back and forth on their undersides and fished it though each ring scrubbing and painting the oil on the only parts of her foot to have been untouched by the pink menace. Luna exploded with laughter. “GAHAHAHAHA! MERHERERERERERCEHEHEHEHE!!!” The Princess pleaded.

Her cries fell on deaf ears. Trixie dedicated the next hour torturing Luna’s toes with her own feather. Trixie flossed it over and under toes and jolted in back and forth as if she was sawing a mare in half in one of her performances. She flipped the feather around and scratched the center of her toes with the stem, Luna’s foot’s skin dragged along until snapping back into place. The five navy blue digits glowed red but even that was not enough to sate the sinister sorceress.

“Behold, as the Great and Powerful Trixie makes your big toe disappear!” Trixie latched her mouth around the toe kissing and sucking it. Even then she still wormed the feather around the other four toes. Trixie’s saliva felt cool in compassion to the raging inferno radiating from Luna’s unkissed toes. She took hold of the feather with her magic and set it lose upon Luna’s arch and heel. All the while Trixie squished Luna’s toes between her fingers and starched at the bound digits with her nails.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!” Luna screeched. ‘Not even a manticore’s claws could be this sharp!’

Water welled up under the Princess’s eyes and her tears of laughter streaked down her blushing cheeks. Luna looked from her tormented feet and Trixie, to the myriad of photos of her postered on the walls, and back to her raging erection. ‘Mother of me, why does what this horrible mare is doing feel so good!? The oil! I have to get it off. Get it off!’

“GEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE I-IT OFFAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

A bead of pre-cum rose atop Luna’s cock and she heard a plop from under her balls as a droplet of arousal splashed in the puddle she had leaked onto the chair. Trixie must have heard her shame as Luna swore the mare swallowed her big toe and both the unicorn’s hands groped her oily foot alongside the feather’s swipes and scratches.

The door to the dungeon flung open. “What are you doing!?”