The Cult of the Crescent Moon

by chimera3xd

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Anthro, Princess Luna, Drama, Porn, Trixie, Fetish
Length: 7962

A cult obessed with Princess Luna kidnap her and intend to show the Princess of the Night just how much they adore her, and her big royal feet.

Princess Luna awakes to find herself bound to a chair with access to her magic cut off. How in Equestria was a princess kidnapped? And why are there so many photographs of her feet hung up on the dungeons walls?

The group responsible soon make themselves known calling themselves the Cult of the Crescent Moon; well at least one of them does, the others seem eager to throw out their own ideas for names. The Cult intends to show the Princess of the Night just how much they adore her, and her big royal feet.

Kinks: Tickling/Foot fetish, Bondage, Denial/Milking, Herm/Mare with male & female genitalia

Commissioned by Caroo aka Caroos-Dungeon
Cover Art by Caroo aka Caroos-Dungeon (Used with permission)

(Please let me know about any typos, confusingly worded bits, etc that you find.)

Published 2020-12-19 15:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2020-12-19 15:10:00 UTC

Chapter 1

Being a Princess of Equestria came with a whole host of challenges — co-leading a nation, moving a heavenly body, defending the dreamscape, putting up with arrogant nobles, battling vicious monsters and wannabe despots, the obsessed fans — it was the latter Luna speculated was behind her current predicament.

Luna’s wrist yanked against the plush lined restraints bolted to a pole running behind her head and ethereal starry mane. Arms pulled taut, she found no leverage with which to apply her massive alicorn strength to. Her shoulders and elbows twitched but could do nothing more. Her knuckles cracked as her fingers clawed empty air. Her folded wings were encased in tight latex and oppressive clamps further prevented unfurling them. Her chest pulled against the harness that latched her down and her boots squirmed on the floor ankles cuffed and legs strapped into the chair by many belts. Worst of all was the intricate ring spiraled around her horn that nullified every spell before she could cast it.

The windowless room she awoke in had one door and cameras in the top corners with small lights that blinked red. The dungeon was wallpapered with hundreds of photos of her. Newspaper clippings, magazine interiors, unlicensed edited posters of her making lewd gestures, that Celestiadamn tabloid cover of her asleep at the beach with her massive member tenting inside her swimsuit framed between her feet. This ‘freedom of the press’ her sister had granted ponies since her banishment had clearly been a mistake.

Luna did a double take, eyes trailed across the walls again. Now that she thought about it, a lot of the pictures were of her feet — in her formal shoes at royal events, her tall black boots she casually wore everywhere else, and even several pictures of her barefoot. Dozens looked like they’d been taken from above and far away by some perverted paparazzi pegasus.

This had all the hallmarks of, as her online gamer friends so eloquently put it, a creeper. One who’d lusted after her for a long time and had finally acted on their twisted desires. Except for a major problem that didn’t add up, Luna wasn’t just some ordinary pony that could be ambushed and kidnapped late one dark night. She was the Princess of the Night! She lived in the most secure building in Equestria, was surrounded by elite and loyal guards, and wielded power enough to move the very moon. A pony like her did not randomly wake up bound to chair unable to move or use her magic, and yet here she was. This was not a one pony job. This was a conspiracy; possibly the biggest one in the history of all Equestria to kidnap a Princess.

The door handle in front of her turned with a slow bellowing squeak. Luna’s frown expanded into a snarl. There was going to be Tartarus to pay for whoever was behind this. The door creaked open and from the pitch black hallway entered a half dozen figures cloaked head to toe.

“What is the meaning of this!?” Barked the Princess of the Night. “Release me now!”

One of the cloaked figures chuckled; their laughter was haughty and feminine. Another mare giggled, pulled out a polaroid camera, and took pictures. The first one who’d walked in held up a hand to silence their compatriots, stepped forward, and bowed.

“My dearest Princess,” Her voice was soft but sounded magically distorted, “Fret not. We mean you no ill intent.”

Luna tugged against her restraints and cocked an eyebrow at the woman.

The mare brought her fist up to her shadowed muzzle and faked a cough. “Ahem. Wh-what I mean is we’re not going to hurt you. We’re all just, umm, we’re real big fans and,” she dropped the obviously rehearsed speech and fumbled over her words. Even through the magical distortion she sounded… familiar.

“So like I was trying to say, we’re the Cult of the Crescent Moon and--”

“I thought we agreed on the Crescent Moon Cultists.” Another mare interrupted.

“No those initials were taken.” The fourth cultist replied.

“The Full Moon Fanatics?”

“LUNA-tics! Haha!”

“What about the Children of the Night?”

“That’s taken too.”

“I liked Cult Unto the Moon!”

“I told you, we’re not letting our initials be C.U.M.!”

“But that’s prefect considering we’re about to--”

“Girls!” Their leader shouted silencing the rabble of her cohorts. “Not in front of the Princess.” She growled through her teeth.

‘Escape shall be no trouble if this is how well they’ve organized themselves.’ Luna thought with a smirk.

“The Cult of the Crescent Moon,” The leader stressed the words daring another member to interrupt her. “Adores you Princess and we’ve been wanting to, umm… “How can I put this modestly?” The mare asked the other members of her cult.

“We wanna worship your sexy body!” One of them piped up with too much enthusiasm.

“Lyra!” Another mare scolded her.

“Thanks! Way to blow my cover!” The one identified as Lyra replied sarcastically.

The group of mares devolved into more arguing. Luna fought against her bindings again. With a deep breath and gritted teeth her muscles pulled as hard as they could, but neither belt nor metal yielded. Her head twisted away from the cacophony of cultists quarreling and toes scrapped the insides of her boots “ENOUGH!” The Royal Canterlot Voice thundered inside the cramp dungeon. “Cease these petty squabbles and reveal thyselves!” One of the cultists’ hoods was thrown back by the force of Luna’s voice. It was a mint green unicorn with a white streak in her hair and she shook the ringing from her ears. One of their own exposed, three more disrobed. Luna memorized their faces. A blue mare with a blue and white mane, a yellow mare with a soft cyan mane, and a white mare with a pink mane.

The leader exhaled a deep sigh and drew back her hood as well.

“Twilight Sparkle!?” Luna gasped.

“Umm, yup.” The purple alicorn blushed hard and rubbed the back of her head.

“This is treason! You are a Princess, you’ve besmirched the crown with your kidnapping of me. Explain yourself.”

Before Twilight could speak the last remaining hooded mare shoved her aside and stepped in front of Luna. “Aren’t you forgetting somepony Princess?” The mare grabbed her cloak and threw in off in an overly dramatic fashion to reveal a blue mare with a silver mane wearing purple a cape decorated with yellow and blue stars. She teleport a wizard’s hat with the same a pattern atop her head.

“It is I, The Great and Powerful Trixie!”

“Who?”

Trixie’s jaw dropped. “T-Trixie. The Great and Powerful.”

Luna stared at her.

“The greatest sorceress in all the land.”

No reaction.

“Renowned touring stage magician, defender of Hoofington, liberator of the changelings?” Trixie offered each title with increasing desperation.

Luna blinked.

“WE’VE MET BEFORE!” The mare screamed and was hulled backwards by the other cultists as Twilight dusted herself off.

“Sorry about Trixie.”

“You do not yet know sorrow Twilight Sparkle. Release me now and pray I grant you a merciful sentence. For if my sister discovers what you’ve done, there will be no leniency for your crimes. Neither for you or any of you so called ‘Crescent Moon Cultists’.”

“No that’s not what we’re call--” Twilight stopped herself. Her horn glowed a brilliant magenta and with a twirl of her finger a large black ball-gag wrapped itself around Luna’s muzzle. The Princess of the Night railed behind it but little sound made it past.

“It’s time we showed you why you’re here Princess. All of us founded this group because we love and adore you. Annnnnd since we share, ahem, certain other interest.” Twilight slid up next to Luna and traced her hands from Luna’s sides up to her cuffed arms. “You work so hard and are so stressed all the time; we want to thank you in our own special way.” Luna’s head followed Twilight’s gaze to the wall. She was focused on the tabloid picture of Luna’s feet framed bulge. Twilight bit her lip and her horned shined. The zipper on Luna’s pants was pulled down.

Chapter 2

Five cultists stood in front of the bound Princess of the Night as the Princess of Friendship’s magic tugged Luna’s pants down. Trixie licked her lips while the others bit their lips, fanned themselves, and covered their blushing faces. Luna’s pants bunched up around her knees and Twilight cut off her spell. Luna blushed furiously and swore just as hard from behind her ball-gag.

“Come on Sparkle, stop teasing us.” Trixie whined, her eyes gliding across Luna lingering on her exposed panties.

“It’s like reading a book; you take your time and savor every chapter.” Twilight responded messaging Luna’s stretched out arms though her leather jacket.

“Or you just flip to the end for the good stuff!” Trixie’s horn ignited and in a flash all of Luna’s clothes save her socks and boots disappeared.

Luna shrieked as body was exposed to everypony. Her enviable navy blue breasts hung out proud to wolf whistles from the other cultists alongside her flaccid cock and balls. Her arms and legs strained against their bindings but neither could move to cover herself up. The only modesty she was afforded at the moment was her hefty balls that kept her vagina out of direct sight.

Twilight threw her arms up into air and walked back around to the other. “Relax, Sparkle.” Trixie stopped Twilight before she could complain. “I did save the best part for last.”

“Minuette…” She motioned with her hand to the other blue mare.

“Oh my gosh! I can’t believe we finally get to do this with the real Luna!”

Minuette scampered over to Luna and pushed a lever with her bare foot. Luna’s torso was arched back with the chair and the bottom of it flipped up like a footrest. Her legs stretched perpendicularly to the rest of her body. Minuette pressed another lever and the footrest split open like a ‘V’ and left Luna’s privates on equal display as her breasts. The Princess huffed nervously as six pairs of hungry eyes glazed over her. She concentrated as hard as she could but no magic could make its way up her horn to free herself with.

“And for my next trick!” Trixie levitated off her hat and reached inside, she pulled a line of multi-colored handkerchiefs tied together. Red, blue, yellow, purple, green; the handkerchiefs kept coming and piled up on the floor. Luna relaxed as the mare seemed far more invested in her dollar store magic trick than her.

Trixie’s line of handkerchiefs ended with two long black ones and Luna’s heart skipped a beat. Those last two weren’t handkerchiefs, they were socks. Her socks! Luna’s eyes shot down to her boots. The long black cotton no longer stuck up past their tops. Her toes wiggled inside her heavy boots and confirmed it.

The other cultists, including Twilight, applauded Trixie’s magical feat.

“Thank you, thank you. The Great and Powerful Trixie will be here all week.” The stage mare bowed to the crowd and slipped her hat back on. “Here’s comes the show stopper!” Trixie pulled off her cape and draped it over Luna’s boots. She flicked her fingers at her cape and yanked it away. Luna’s enormous blue feet greeted everypony and pinched between Trixie’s fingers dangled the Princess’s black boots. Luna starred wide-eyed; the mare’s horn hadn’t even produced a spark of magic for that stunt.

“Hello my pretties.” Trixie smiled at Luna’s naked feet and handed off the boots to Lyra who kissed them and stood them lovingly against the back wall. “Wow they’re even bigger up close.”

“I call dibs on her toes!”

“This is unbelievable.”

“I didn’t know a pony’s feet could grow that large.”

“You should see Celestia’s~”

Luna’s shock boiled away from fuming rage as the mares gushed over her feet like they were some sort of prize. The nude Princess thrashed anew at her captors. Her teeth sunk into her ball-gag like a snake’s fangs but it did nothing to dislodge it. Her flaccid cock flapped around and the yellow mare waved to it.

“Sorry Princess. If it wasn’t obvious the girls and I have a certain thing for feet.” Twilight tapped her pointer fingers together and chuckled with an embarrassed blush.

‘For your sake I hope you all also have a ‘thing’ for the inside of a cell!’ Luna thought bitterly.

Twilight kneeled down in front of Luna’s right foot. Her hands gently clasped it and she laid her face on Luna’s sole. The Princess batted at Twilight’s face with that foot, the light slaps dredged up a deep moan from Twilight and she buried her muzzle into Luna’s arch. Twilight inhaled deeply and smattered kisses all over. Warm wet lips assaulted her foot and Luna squealed and then giggled.

Depraved lustful noises poured out from all the other mares. Luna’s laugh made Trixie run a finger up the front of her pants and twirl it teasing herself.

“If that got a giggle outta her she’ll be screaming before we even break out the brushes~” Trixie purred.

Twilight traced a finger around Luna’s sole and tickled under her toes. “Coochy coo!”

“HEH!” Luna inhaled a deep breath through her nose. “STAPH!”

The Princess threw her head back against her bound arms, her eyes bored into the ceiling, toes clenched as she tried to focus on anything other than the ticklish sensation that coursed over her foot.

“Uh-oh girls, Luna’s trying hide these cuties. You know what that means!”

“Toe rings!” The girls cheered in unison.

The other five cultists bum rushed both of Luna’s feet. Horns burst with magic and golden rings appeared in each mare’s hands. Scores of fingers yanked her toes every which way and latched the snug rings around each of her feet’s digits, all the while Twilight huffed and panted on the sole still in her embrace. Trixie grabbed Twilight by her shirt collar and dragged her off Luna’s foot. The six mares admired the ten gleaming golden rings. Luna wiggled her toes, it was clear that she would not be able to get the rings off.

“I can’t believe it, her toes look even sexier!”

“They fit perfectly.”

“Twinkleshine turn them on, turn them on!”

The alabaster reignited her horn and a pale pink glow engulfed each toe ring. Luna squirmed her toes, they stretched and squeezed but her bound ankles could not shake Twinkleshine’s spell. Her toes froze in midair and were all jolted straight up and single file. Luna forced all her earth shattering strength into the muscles of her feet. The rings fought her but her toes started to curl. Luna grinned behind her ball-gag and a bead of sweat ran past. ‘These girls aren’t so tough.’

Twilight’s horn flashed for a moment and Luna’s toes were ripped back to their starting positions. She grunted and trashed her feet but her toes remained locked in place.

“There you go Twinkleshine,” Twilight smiled, “That should be enough extra power to keep them behaved.”

“Thanks Twi!” Twinkleshine beamed back.

Luna’s rage returned. ‘She’s been a princess for only a few years, how can she possibly be this strong already!’

“Lemon Hearts, you got a fresh jar of oil brewed, right?” Twilight asked the yellow cultist who nodded back, “Anypony else want to have fun with the Princess’s feet before we improve them for her?”

“Impwuv?” Luna mumbled.

Four hands shot straight up. Minuette and Lyra claimed Luna’s right foot while Twinkleshine and Lemons Hearts took her left. The four unicorns gushed over their respective foot. The Princess’s feet were kissed, rubbed, and even nibbled on (by an adventurous Lyra). Luna sputtered, chocking on her own laughter.

“They’re already so sensitive!”

“What do you think will happen to them when we apply the oil?”

“Heehee, she’ll probably cum as soon as we touch them.”

“That’d be the most amazing thing ever!”

The four cultists glided their fingers down the length of Luna’s soles. They teamed up so twenty fingers danced between her toes, on the balls of her feet, arches, insteps, and heels. Luna exploded into full out laughter. The ball-gag hovered in her open maw as she screamed from pure ticklishness. Her body battered against the chair’s restraints but the steel and leather held true. Trixie stood arms crossed with a large smirk and drank it all in.

“You don’t want to play with them too?” Twilight asked.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie will not be content with sharing. And after what Trixie’s provided to this cult she thinks she’s earned some alone time.”

“Okay.” Twilight shrugged. “If it works half as well on Princess Luna as it did when we tested it on the others you definitely earned that. Want me to set up the stim-ring in the meantime?”

“No. Trixie wishes to see how much she can please the Princess on her own first. After that Trixie will apply the sensitivity oil to make sure she never forgets who the Great and Powerful Trixie is again.”

Despite the mirthful laughter cascading from her, Luna felt a chill run her spine hearing Trixie’s threat.

Chapter 3

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!?”

Chapter 4

‘Thank goodness, salvation!’ Luna thought.

Her hours of torment at the hands of Trixie and the other wicked cultists were at an end. Luna blinked the tears of laughter from her eyes but froze seeing the speaker.

An ill wind rushed into the room. Twilight Sparkle stood in the doorway hands on her hips and glowered at Trixie. The showmare reluctantly stopped slurping Luna’s toe and opened her maw. Strings of saliva kept her connected to the Princess for a second longer. Trixie glared back at Twilight.

“GAHAHAHAHA!” Luna bellowed as Trixie’s magic continued to torment her oil altered foot with her own feather.

“Trixie are you even paying attention? Princess Luna is about to cum and you don’t even have the machine turned on. You would have ruined her orgasm!”

“Hmph!” Trixie jumped up and crossed her arms, “Trixie knows what she is doing. She just ahh… wanted to bring our captive to the absolute edge and keep her there with her impeccable skill.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow and crossed her own arms unimpressed.

“Alright! Fine! Trixie may have gotten carried away.” Trixie admitted.

“Trixie, this was your contribution. How could you be so careless?”

“Oh shove it Sparkle, one missed squirt wouldn’t be a problem anyway. Now that we have her, she’s ours forever~”

Trixie licked her lips and went to the side of the chair. The squealing Princess watched as the feather floated to the ground and Trixie twirled her finger and pressed something on the side of the chair. A hatch opened up in front of her crotch, blue brushes on mechanical arms slithered out.

‘Two, four, seven, eight…’ Luna counted as the arms maneuvered from inside the chair around her genitals. She flinched when a purple hand holding a golden ring engraved with runes slipped into her tunnel visioned view and latched it around the base of her erect shaft. Two of the larger blushes hefted up Luna’s sizable testicles while four of the smaller ones rested against her engorged clit. The final two medium sized brushed hovered on either side of her cock. Another arm with a large ring lined with multiple brushes and a funnel connected to a hose shot out and thrust around the head of her cock. It wedged it between all the mini-brushes and held the funnel right under her urethra.

“It’s working. It’s working!” The nerdy alicorn in the sweater vest cheered and bounced it place.

“Of course it’s working. Was there ever any doubt as to the Great and Powerful Trixie’s engineering prowess?”

“Wellllllll…” Twilight looked off to the side and smiled.

“Not funny, Sparkle. Besides, there’s still more to praise Trixie for.”

Trixie pressed a second button and then a third. New mechanical arms snaked their way from the sides of the chair. Tiny cups sat in the middle of the brushes on them and each one suctioned itself onto Luna’s nipples. Luna sucked in a shallow breath but before she could properly react true terror made itself known. A pair of bristle hair brushes lifted into view and inched to her soles followed by a pair of white gloved robotic hands. Luna stammered unable to form words. “The oil works a lot better when it’s constantly rubbed in.” Trixie rubbed the Princess’s cheek and then nodded to her cohort, “Sparkle.”

Twilight levitated the jar of oil over Luna’s un-soaked foot and poured a large glob of the substance down it. Luna shook feeling the cruel goo already sending sparks through her. The magician held her cyan hand in front of Luna’s muzzle and snapped her fingers. All the brushes attacked at once!

The brushes with suction cups on Luna’s nipples pumped and spun, it felt like a soft sweater was sliding against them again and again in tight circles exciting her voluptuous breast. The smallest brushes swept across her clit tickling and tugging it like there were attempting to milk a stallion, the brushes also dunked themselves in the Princess’s own pool of juices she leaked on the chair to use as lubricant. The two largest bushes cradling her testicles shook and twirled like hurricanes almost juggling the royal jewels, the vibrations they sent through Luna spiked levels of arousal she had never experienced before. Luna’s cock thrust itself into the brushes working it as well as the ring around its head, the mini-brushes inside spun the fastest of all teasing just behind her flare. She was close, so very close to having the largest climax of her life. Her balls ached trying to hold onto the torrent of cum inside. Luna braced herself to hold on to that little dignity she could, but nothing could prepare the Princess for what the malevolent machine was about to do to her unlucky feet.

The hair brushes pounced on her soles. They blitzed over each foot only touching them with very tips of the bristles. The oil was spread over every square inch of her trapped feet. Unlike all the other brushes these two didn’t just tickle, they itched! Luna’s soles were aflame from the grazing kisses each bristle imparted. She huffed, hollered, and squealed as the two hair brushes gradually pushed themselves deeper into her feet. The bristles follow the contours of her soles bending over the hills and valleys that were the balls of her feet. They pooled together as they scrubbed down her arch and fanned out crossing her heels. The robotic hands took the opposite end of wherever the hair brushes were. The two’s movements were independent of the other; one would dance its fingers across the balls of her feet while the other pinched Luna’s locked toes.

“GWAHAHAHAHAHAHA EEHEEHEHEHEEHEE MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Luna laughed loud enough to shake the foundations of the dungeon, yet still the thrashing Princess could not shake her bonds.

Luna bit her lip and threw her head back. ‘I cannot hold it back any longer!’ The divine mare screamed in ecstasy and laughter ready to drown the room in her semen. One droplet eked its way out and ran down the funnel and hose. Awestruck and red in the face, Luna panted more and humped into the cockhead teaser, and squeezed. A heavenly pleasure coursed through her for a moment as another single drop roll out and was vacuumed down. But still it wasn’t release. Her privates felt good, — so, so good — but she couldn’t finished her orgasm. It was right there! Twilight and Trixie watched clapping and snickering respectfully.

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAT I-IS GOHOHOHOHOHOING ONAHAHAHAHAH!?”

“We really do love you Princess and we want you to experience even just a fraction of the pleasure you’ve brought to our lives. That cock ring controls how much you’re able to cum, so instead of blowing your load all at once an orgasm can be stretched out for hours maybe even days! You’ll be able to bathe in absolute non-stop pleasure~”

“OOOOOOHAHAHAHOOOH!” The Princess moaned and laughed.

A third bead of cum bubbled out and disappeared down the funnel. ‘Hours? Day!? No pony could possibly survive.’

“It’s gonna take a long while to fill up jug at this rate.” A glass thonk sound came from under the chair the as Trixie flicked something.

“Should I adjust the ring’s settings to let her cum a bit more?”

“No.” Trixie grinned like a hyena, “Like I said she’s ours forever, we can afford to take our time. Besides, you wouldn’t want your precious ‘Luna-Senpai’ to not experience ever single ounce of our adoration would you?”

“Trixie!” The blushing nerd covered her face.

“Hahaha! She’s all yours, Sparkle. The Great and Powerful Trixie needs to see how her own marefriend is holding up from testing Trixie next device.”

“Goodbye Trixie.” Twilight pulled her face outta her hands, “Say hi to Starlight for me too.”

“Will do Twilight Dorkle,” Trixie waved without turning around, “I know she’ll appreciate it after wearing your clit ring version since last week.”

Trixie slammed the door shut behind her. Even though she watched it Twilight flinched from the thunderous boom.

“I really am sorry about her. Trixie does care but she puts that whole showmare persona so much I think she tends to get lost in it.”

Twilight turned to the Princess of the Night, eyebrows raised as to why she didn’t respond to her.

Luna moaned as her cock hammered away at the brushes tormenting it, her balls undulated atop the polishers, and her poor clitoris remained trapped by the mini-brushed that squished it between them while ticking. She giggled as the robot hands rubbed her arches and the oily hair brushes scratched the balls of her feet.

“Oh right.”

The nerdy mare scooted behind Luna, threw her arms around her, and nuzzled into her bare shoulder.

“Don’t tell Celestia or Cadance, but I think you’re the most beautiful princess.” Twilight whispered and planted a soft kiss on the laughing alicorn’s cheek.

Twilight dug her fingers into Luna’s exposed armpits and ran the down the Princess’s sides. Luna whipped in the seat stuck as ever, bawled out more laughter, and orgasmed another singular blob of cum.

“I watched Trixie have her fun on the cameras, now it’s my turn~” Twilight purred with a never before heard seductive tone.

One thought crossed Luna’s pleasure and tickle dominated mind, ‘I’m doomed.’

Chapter 5

* * * One Week Later * * *

A half dozen pairs of different colored feet swarmed over Luna’s beat red face. A lucky green one wiggled its way past the others to the Princess of the Night’s awaiting maw, and shoved its toes inside. The broken alicorn gladly suckled them like lollipops lapping all around the toes with her tongue. ‘Minty~’

Jealous blue and cyan feet fought above the green one desperate to enter next. Other feet took the time to caress Luna’s cheeks, hair, and fluffy ears. An excited white pair gripped the Princess’s horn between their toes and gave her a makeshift hornjob.

Luna was arched straight back and lowered to the floor for her end of day routine servicing of the Cult of the Crescent Moon’s feet. The versatility of the dentist chair Minuette had provided knew no end after the modifications they all had made to it. Luna’s legs were spread out again, allowing for twice as many brushes from inside the chair to stimulate her privates. Her clit had grown impressively in size and was continuous coated in the nectar leaking from her vagina. Her testicles pulsated above the teasing swooping brushes. And a steady stream of cum babbled out from her flared tip like a brook.

Her feet were blessed by vials dribbling the pink sensitivity oil over them at the same rate as her cock leaked. After the first night Luna was shocked to hear Twilight just casually mention that a side of effect of the oil was that her feet would grow in size. On the fourth day the cultists, as a joke, turned off the ticklers and tried to slip Luna’s boots on her. Her feet squeezed inside, but the boots were clearly too small for her now. Luna figured that she must have even surpassed Celestia in shoe size to have the largest pair of feet known to ponykind, now all the more for the Cult to worship and tickle.

Her former boots sat on a pedestal against the front wall so she could stare longingly at them during her regular tormenting hours. On either side of stood two additional unicorns with their arms tied behind their backs, Moondancer and Starlight Glimmer, naked save for ball-gags, rune-carved clit rings, and a sign hung around their chest that read Initiate. The two danced in place and squeezed their thighs watching Luna and the Cultists worship each other.

Lyra made a move to swap the foot in Luna’s mouth but Minuette wrestled the spot from her and batted Trixie’s away with her other one. Luna moaned around the toes delighting all in the room. She rolled her hips and pumped out a particularly thick glob of cum into the funnel. A sharp ding sound froze all the cultists as well as the mechanical arms in their tracks. “It’s full!” Twilight cheered.

The cult leader dashed to the side of the chair as it self righted and detached a massive mason jar filled to the brim with a thick viscous creamy white fluid. The other girls cheered, Trixie wolf whistled, the two initiates moaned, and Luna laughed. The Princess continued to laugh, her mind focused back on her feet rather than the delicious one that had so kindly been dominating her face.

Twilight nuzzled the cum filled jar as her friends gathered around for a closer look.

“Alright girls you know what’s next~”

The lot of them snickered.

“Can’t forget to do this first.” Lemon Hearts grabbed something from the far side of the room and carried it over to Luna and the chair, another large glass jar — empty. She attached the jar back into the chair and the arms and brushes revved back to speed. Luna’s tongue flopped out. ‘This is my life now, forever and ever…’ The Princess passed out smiling and giggling.

* * *

Luna didn’t want to open her eyes and leave her restful sleep. ‘They can wait another five minutes to pamper their Princess’s feet.’ She stirred and rolled around a bit. Luna bolted upright throwing a silk blue sheet off herself. She wasn’t bound in the tickle chair anymore. Her head darted around, she wasn’t in the dungeon this was her bedroom. She stretched out her wings and her hands went to her horn and chest. She looked down, she was dressed in her pajamas with a major case of morning wood. “No, no. It simply could not have been a dream…”

Luna bent her legs up and pulled them from the covers. Two beautiful blue feet with no toes rings followed. ‘Are they bigger than they were before?’ Luna twisted one and swiped her finger down its arch.

“GAHAHA!” Luna slapped her hands over her muzzle and eyed her door. ‘It did happen.’ Her heart pounded inside her chest but nopony, guard nor cultist, came thought the frightened Princess’s door. A minute passed and Luna summoned the courage to swing her feet around the side of the bed and get out of it. Her feet touched the plush carpet--

“EHEHEHEHEHE!”

Luna collapsed back into her bed. The carpet brushing against her feet alone sent shockwaves through her body. Her cock throbbed and Luna felt a single drop push out and discolor a spot on the crotch of her pajama bottoms, underneath that dot she dribbled more from her pussy. She pulled the front of them back; a golden ring was still locked around her member.

Knock Knock

Luna almost hit the canopy of her bed with how high she jumped.

“Sister, what may I ask is so humorous this morning?” A regal voice called from behind her door.

“Tis n-nothing sister!” Luna stammered back.

The doorknob clicked and Celestia let herself in. She held a box and snorted at the mass hiding under the covers and her sister’s foalish action.

“Close the door!” The covers monster hissed.

“I take it you enjoyed your impromptu vacation?” Celestia shut the door and stood in front of Luna’s bed.

“Sister!” Luna popped her head out, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again! Beware treason runs rampant in Equestria. I was on no vacation, your former student had kidnapped me!”

“Which one?” Celestia gasped. “Sunset? Or perhaps Cadance? Really it could be any one of a number of them.” The Ruler of the Day’s tone quickly switched from mock surprise to simple mockery.

“Sister! I was tortured for a week! They did unspeakable things to my feet and my coc-- ..ahem private areas.”

“From what I saw you rather enjoyed it.” Celestia winked.

“Wha…” Luna’s brain short circuited.

Celestia patted her younger siblings head and dropped the package on her bed.

“Did you really think Twilight wouldn’t run her lil’ cult by me first?” Celestia giggled. “How do you think they captured you in the first place? I cast a sleep spell on you after you came back that night.”

“Wh-why?”

“You been so worked up lately and are still blaming yourself for Nightmare Moon even after I forgave you. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to let you enjoy yourself for a week. Besides you two have been crushing on each other for so long it’d be a thousand years before one of you worked up the nerve to ask out the other.”

Luna blushed hard. “But my feet! They made them so sensitive and bigger…”

“That why I ordered you these, they’ll dampen the sensitivity to a… manageable amount, while you’re wearing them.” Celestia patted the box. “Take the rest of today to wind back down sister. Twilight will be joining us for dinner. I’ve taken the liberty of seating the two of you across from each other if you’d like to play a little footsies with her this evening.” Celestia winked again.

Her horn glowed with golden light and the cock ring around Luna’s dick teleported onto her nightstand. Celestia kissed her sister’s forehead and sauntered out leaving her baffled and blushing sister alone.

Too dumbstruck to do anything else Luna tore open the package. Inside was a large shoe box, she flipped opened the lid and found a massive pair of high-top dark blue sneakers, big enough to fit her enlarged feet. They we’re custom made with her cutie mark and silvery stars, the same shape as Twilight’s cutie mark she noted and blushed again picturing the adorkable nerdy princess obsessed with her.

Luna levitated a pair of cozy socks from her drawer over and after a few failed attempts at slipping them on, due to minor giggle fits, decided to forgo them. She laced the sneakers up not bothering to change out of her pajamas yet and wiggled her toes inside. The shoes were extremely comfortable and her feet almost felt normal again. Luna swung her legs over the bed, stood up proudly, and feeling her full weight pushing her big feet into her comfy sneakers — came hard.

The End