Author's Note
This story was a commission buuuttt also happened to be one of a fetish I really enjoy.
New Kink
The sound of birds chirping and the rush of a summer's breeze hitting up against the walls were some of the only sounds Spike could hear as he paced back and forth with admittedly little patience. This barn located deep into Sweet Apple Acres was one that hadn’t seen much use. It was more for storage of old farm tools more than anything that were only useful near the beginning and end of harvest. It was perfect for when Spike and Big Macintosh wanted to meet up for some privacy.
Spike knew he was probably far more nervous than he usually was when the sound of the creaking barn door signaling Big Mac’s arrival was enough to make him let out a light high-pitched yelp and a gasp. His scales practically stood up on the back of his neck when he whipped around to see the head of the workhorse pop itself in.
“Sorry,” Big Macintosh was quick to say before entering the barn. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“No, it’s fine,” Spike said sheepishly once Big Macintosh entered the barn and shut the door behind him. The workhorse was missing his usual horse collar, but instead was sporting a pair of saddle bags at his sides that seemed full of objects Spike could only guess. “Is that the uh… the stuff I suggested?”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said with a playful smirk before allowing the saddle bags to slip off his back. He approached Spike slowly with that same smile persisting, and instantly Spike felt his heart skip a beat. “You seem nervous.”
“A little,” Spike admitted. “I-I know it’s silly. We’ve done this loads of times… well, not like this… I mean…”
Big Macintosh chuckled, and in response Spike instantly felt his cheeks flush. The workhorse reached out his forelegs and took Spike by the shoulders before practically pouncing on the little dragon. He moved his head down to press his lips up against Spike’s own. The dragon felt his eyes widen in surprise by Mac’s forwardness. After a moment he allowed his eyes to shut and felt the tension in his body that he hadn’t even realized he had been carrying start to slip away.
This was far from the first time that he and Big Macintosh had hooked up. What had started as playful fooling around had slowly gotten more intense as their meetings continued.
Once they parted lips Spike found himself letting out a long winded sigh.
“Thanks,” Spike said. “Guess I’m still a little embarrassed.”
Saying the word ‘tickle’ out loud was enough for Spike to feel himself blush once more. Him and Mac were no strangers to expressing their interest in kinks with each other. In fact, it was Mac experimenting with an idea of his own a few weeks prior that had first made Spike consider the idea of tickling being erotic to him. The workhorse had shown an interest in the dragon’s feet, seeing as he had never experienced something quite like it with ponies before. Spike had allowed Mac to do as he pleased with his soles, which had gone from licking to footjobs.
The one thing that surprised Spike was just how much he enjoyed the more… sensual parts of the experience. He found that when Mac ran his tongue over his feet and unleashed a horribly tickly feeling on his soles that he found it a bit exciting. It got even worse when Spike couldn’t stop squirming and Mac had to resort to pinning him down to continue tormenting him. It had been playful fun at first, but the more Spike squirmed and giggled the more aroused he had become. It wasn’t until he had sat on it for a few days that Spike realized he had been unable to stop thinking about how it felt. Being all helpless while his feet were tickled... The thought alone made the dragon want to squirm with delight.
“Having second thoughts?” Big Macintosh asked before touching the back of his hoof up against Spike’s soft cheek. “We can do something else if you’d like.”
“No, it’s not that,” Spike said before lifting his hand and pulling away Mac’s hoof. “I guess I’ve just never really let anypony tickle me before so willingly… especially not the way I asked you to do it. It feels a little weird.”
“I don’t think so,” Big Macintosh said. “I don’t mind helping you explore it. You’re pretty cute when you laugh, y’know.”
Spike had to fight the urge to whine. He knew Mac was only trying to make him feel better but that sort of compliment only made his insides twist and turn with nerves and excitement.
“I do wanna do it,” Spike said a bit more confidently this time before looking up at Mac. “I keep thinking about last time when you pinned me down and I couldn’t fight it at all and… mmm.”
Big Macintosh let out a chuckle. Spike hated that he was still able to be sheepish in front of Mac. It felt so embarrassing saying out loud what he liked. The thought of experiencing it again with a more intended and focused purpose made his heart race like crazy in his chest.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said. “I can tell you want it. Bad.”
“Jerk,” Spike said before crossing his arms. “Like you didn’t drool over my feet last time we did this…”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh repeated before chuckling. He reached out his hoof and ruffled the spines atop Spike’s head playfully before leaning down close to the dragon’s face and whispering. “Which means since you let me indulge, I’ll give it to you extra good this time~”
Mac really was way too good at this when he wanted to be. He cruelly left Spike standing there blushing before chuckling to himself and moving back to his discarded saddle bags. He came back and dropped them right in front of Spike. They landed with a thud.
“Ready to laugh?” Big Mac asked.
Spike’s heart skipped a beat.
“Uh-huh,” The dragon said in a tiny voice.
“Get in the cart,” Mac said. “And no peeking at what I got for you in these bags.”
Spike nodded his head and did as he was told.
The ‘cart’ that Big Macintosh was talking about was an old apple cart with a busted wheel that hadn’t moved in ages. It was something that Mac said had intended to either be fixed or trashed some time ago but had simply just become part of the clutter in the barn. The workhorse had taken the liberty some time ago to bring out several old blankets and pillows, which made the inside of the cart itself rather soft and bed-like. It certainly made their little naughty get-togethers a heck of a lot more comfortable.
Spike had hardly managed to drag himself up aboard the cart before he heard Big Macintosh’s hooves cause the wood to creak and whine as he too hopped up. Spike looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see a hungry look in the workhorse’s eyes.
“Mac?” Spike asked.
“Show them to me,” Big Macintosh said.
“Show them?” Spike asked. “Show what?”
“Your feet,” Mac said.
Spike’s eyes widened. Something about the commanding tone in Mac’s voice made Spike feel a thrill travel up his spine. Mac spoke with such an authority that Spike felt he had no choice but to comply. He fell back onto his butt and began to lift both of his legs in the air. He showed the soles of both of his dragon feet to Mac. Mac smiled at the sight and approached. Spike realized he was holding his breath right up until the moment Mac reached up his hoof and snatched one foot by the ankle and tugged it right up to his muzzle.
“Ah!” Spike gasped.
A tongue instantly attacked Spike’s foot. Somehow Spike had figured that Mac might go a bit more slow like usual, but this sudden attack had caught the little dragon entirely off guard. Perhaps it was Mac’s way of fighting Spike’s nerves by simply plunging right into the deep end of it.
Mac’s tongue ran from the heel of Spike’s foot all the way up to the toes where he was quick to begin to nibble his teeth right on the tips of them. Spike’s eyes shot wide open.
“A-Ahaha, hey!” Spike whined and tugged on his ankle. “Wh-What the heheheck?”
Nibbling certainly hadn’t been a part of the last time Mac had let himself go at Spike’s feet. Spike learned very quickly just how sensitive his toes were when Mac’s teeth so much as grazed over them. His plump digits wiggled as he began to laugh and pull harder. Spike realized just how strong Mac was when the workhorse didn’t even look strained at Spike pulling with nearly all his might.
Mac took the opportunity while Spike was busy tugging on one ankle to do something devious. He snatched up the other and was quick to wrap his arms around both legs at once and hoist them up. Spike let out a gasp as suddenly his legs were forced straight up into the air. His feet pressed together side by side. All Mac had to do was cock his head downward and he was given free access to start burying his face into them.
“N-Nohoho!” Spike giggled loudly and began to flail his arms helplessly. He shifted from side to side violently enough to make the cart creak and whine. Mac had already started licking up and down Spike’s bare feet. The last time Mac had done this he had been so slow and sensual that the tickling had only been a minor annoyance. This time it was as if Mac was intentionally using all the strength of his tongue to rip reactions out of Spike, and it was clearly working.
“E-Ehehehe! Ahahaha!” Spike continued to laugh. Eventually he stopped flailing his arms and instead crossed them over his body. In a desperate attempt to keep quiet he tried to bite down hard on his lip. He only managed to last a few seconds before Mac dove his tongue underneath Spike’s pudgy toes and slipped the appendage between a few of them. That was when Spike felt himself crack, and then burst once more.
“MMmmmpppfffft! Ahahaa!” Spike squealed helplessly.
Big Macintosh didn’t seem satisfied with Spike’s feet until he had licked over every single inch of them at least three times. By the time he showed a hint of mercy and lifted his face the soles were damp with his saliva, and Spike was breathing hard. The little dragon squeezed his toes and whined as he looked up at the deviously smirking workhorse.
“You’re evil,” Spike whined.
“Want me to go a bit harder?” Mac asked.
Spike felt Mac slowly release his legs. As soon as his feet were down against the cart he knew he was starting to show an erection which had previously been hidden due to his position. Just a little bit of licking on his feet had been enough to make him hard.
“Yes,” Spike said softly and lost the nerve to look Mac in the eye. “You brought tools in that bag, right?”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said.
Big Macintosh gave Spike a gentle pat on his belly before looking behind him and pulling up the heavy looking saddle bags from the end of the cart. Spike watched Mac open up one of the bags but hide its contents from his sight. The workhorse had a look of concentration on his face as he rifled around seeming to try and decide what best to use on Spike’s feet. The thought of what might come next was enough to make Spike curl his toes.
“Nope… nope… nope… Eeyup!”
Big Mac’s voice brightened instantly before he grabbed something inside of the bag and yanked it out. Spike’s eyes widened at the sight of it. A long wooden handle extended at least a foot out, and at the very end was a shimmering metal hand in the shape of claws. Spike had seen the design countless times before in stores. A backscratcher.
“Oh gosh,” Spike said softly and fearfully under his breath.
“I was thinking how I’d really dig into those cute lil’ feet of yours,” Mac said in a teasing tone as he turned the scratcher over in his hoof. “What with these hooves and all… then I had a great idea with this here beauty!”
“Are you trying to kill me?” Spike asked.
Big Macintosh shrugged. Spike knew the workhorse was playing but regardless his non answer was enough to make the dragon blush.
“Too intense for you?” Mac asked as he waved the scratcher back and forth in front of Spike’s eyes. “Your feet ARE pretty soft. Sensitive too. I bet you wouldn’t last a minute if I used this here.”
“I-I can take it!” Spike said before sitting up. “C’mon, you haven’t even tried!”
Big Macintosh chuckled.
“Eager, huh?”
Spike realized he had nearly shouted just how much he wanted that scratcher to tickle him. He whined as he clamped his mouth shut and blushed.
“One more thing,” Mac said. “Didn’t you say you liked when I pinned you down?”
Spike felt his eyes widen.
“Yeah… why?”
Mac smirked, and reached into the opposite saddle bag. He reached his hoof in and once he pulled it out a long winding rope followed. Spike nearly lost his breath at the sight of it as it was pulled from the bag.
“Oh my gosh,” Spike said softly and instantly felt the urge to squirm.
“You think I’m gonna let you get tickled silly without something to keep you still?” Big Macintosh asked before chuckling. “Gimme those ankles.”
Spike didn’t even have a chance to comply with Big Mac’s demand before suddenly the workhorse reached out and outright snatched one of Spike’s legs. The dragon let out a yelp of surprise before he was tugged and suddenly on his back. His heart began to speed up rapidly as he felt the rope bind itself around him and looped around and around. Mac worked quick with skilled hooves, and in under a minute Spike was already restrained. He tried to tug at his ankles individually to test the strength of the rope and discovered that Mac had really bound him up good.
“Now roll over,” Mac said.
“Huh?” Spike asked as he looked up. “Why?”
“Think you’re getting away with your arms free?” Mac asked.
Spike blushed. There was something thrilling and powerful in Mac’s tone that made Spike comply. He rolled onto his belly and felt Mac’s hoof quickly press down to his back. He let Mac bind his wrists behind his back. Part of his mind told him he was crazy for allowing himself to be restrained to such a degree. The other part of him couldn’t stop thinking how impatient he was for Mac to finish up so they could get onto the real show.
“Done,” Mac said. “Not too tight?”
“N-No,” Spike said sheepishly. He squirmed in place. He really had let himself get bound up to the point where he wasn’t sure if he could save himself. The only movement he could really accomplish was writhing around like a worm on the cart, which only made Mac chuckle at him.
“Squirm all you want,” Mac said. “You ain’t getting nowhere.”
Spike wasn’t sure if he should blush or whimper at that.
The workhorse suddenly hopped off the edge of the cart and suddenly grabbed Spike by the rope binding his ankles. He tugged Spike back and literally drug the dragon’s body back until his feet were hanging over the end of the cart. He could feel his toes dangle, and all he could do to protect them was scrunch them slightly. Spike tried to look over his shoulder but could only spot Mac tugging the saddle bag full of tools closer to him.
“Ready to laugh?” Mac asked.
“I-I think so,” Spike said. “But uh… I might beg for you to stop or something. I might not mean it, though. I just kinda let anything slip out if I’m tickled too hard.”
“Then we’ll use a safeword,” Big Macintosh said. “If it REALLY gets too much then just squeal ‘apples’ at the top of your lungs, okay?”
“Apples?” Spike asked before chuckling. “Really? Okay, I guess that works. Are you ready to uh… s-start?”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said right before he grabbed Spike by his big toe. The dragon let out another yelp and whined quietly.
The very first thing Spike felt was a prick against the heel of his foot. Three pricks in fact from the metal back scratcher he had been shown before. Each of the claws lightly dug into his soft scaly sole. Spike bit his lip. When Mac started to drag it downward towards the arch of Spike’s hanging foot the dragon knew he had gotten himself into something awful.
“Mmmmhmhmphph…” Spike tried his best to keep his mouth shut as the pointy claws of the scratcher grazed lightly against his arch. He shut his eyes and felt the giggle build up inside of him. Mac seemed to intentionally be moving slow. Spike twisted his body slightly and tried to scrunch his foot, but of course Mac’s iron grip on his big toe kept that from happening.
As the scratcher moved along the dragon’s arch Spike found his mind felt much like a short circuiting machine. The claws found their way to the pudgy ball of his foot and it was then the dragon puffed up his cheeks. He needed to breathe badly but knew once he did he would start laughing and wouldn’t be able to stop.
“Mmmmphph…! Nnnngh!”
Spike was finally forced to break when Mac finally reached his worst spot; the underside of his plump toes. So much as a gentle scrape from those devious metal claws underneath his toes was enough for Spike’s will to finally break.
“E-Ehehehee! Ahaha!”
“Right there?” Big Macintosh asked. “Eeyup. That’s a sweet spot alright.”
Mac did something truly evil right then and grabbed all of Spike’s toes on that foot at once and pulled them all back. The underside of his round plump toes were suddenly exposed, and very quickly the metal fingers of the back scratcher were gliding up against the area. It was beyond cruel for Big Mac to instantly find his weakest spot and then attack it without hesitation.
“A-Ahahaha! Mahahac! Eheheehe! Nohohot there! Eeee my toes! Ahahaa!”
Spike suddenly burst out laughing. He tried to pull his foot away but of course that wasn’t happening. Soon he began to think about nothing more than those awful claws attacking his poor helpless toes. When they weren’t dragging underneath they were running up and down and even across the plump toes that were trying so desperately to wiggle out of Mac’s hoof. Mac chuckled at each squeal and cry Spike made. His other foot was going wild with splaying toes and flailing helplessly.
“Eheheheeeee!” Spike cried out.
“Aww, I almost forgot about your other foot!” Mac said.
“Dohohohon’t you daaaaHHHHARE!”
Spike’s giggling plea turned into another cry as Mac swiftly grabbed his other set of toes and began to inflict the exact same torment upon them. It somehow tickled even worse. Spike laughed and laughed as he squirmed helplessly. He kept squealing until he was red in the face.
Of course even Mac couldn’t keep himself limited to tormenting just that singular area. He eventually grew bored with just scratching Spike’s toes and instead moved to grabbing both big toes of each foot at once and pulling back the soles until they were taut. He then took turns gliding the scratcher down each foot from heel to toe and then switching. Each long stroke would make Spike cry out. The dragon would try to fight it but never managed to hold back his laughter long enough for the metal fingers to finish running over his arch.
After several long strokes Mac begna to run the back scratcher up and down specific sections. He would attack Spike’s arches, then his heels, and then the balls of his feet. He would scratch and scratch until Spike was convinced the area was bright pink with blush and then he would move on and the cycle would repeat all over again. Spike laughed until his chest ached, and the entire time would plead between his helpless laughter for mercy upon his helplessly ticklish feet.
When Mac finally pulled the scratcher away Spike’s feet felt like they were tingling. The dragon gasped as he listened to Mac chuckle. He felt Mac’s head move down and then felt a light kiss upon the ball of his left foot.
“H-Holy crap,” Spike said breathlessly. “You’re so mean, Mac…”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said before kissing the other foot lightly. “Enjoying yourself?”
Spike bit his tongue.
“Mhm,” Spike answered sheepishly. “It’s awful but the second it’s over I just want more… Th-That sounds weird, huh?”
“Nope,” Big Mac replied. “Just means you’re a good tickle toy.”
Being called a tickle toy by Mac was enough for Spike to bury his face in the blanket covered cart floor and whine silently to himself. He couldn’t even deny it after just admitting he enjoyed it, either.
“Want a break?” Mac asked. “Or do you wanna go for another round?”
“I want… m-more,” Spike said softly. “Maybe rougher, too? Could you do that?”
“Hehe, Eeyup,” Big Mac said.
Admitting that he wanted it to tickle more after that exhausting bout of squirming and squealing was enough to make Spike’s purple cheeks turn a bright crimson. Luckily for him, or perhaps unluckily, Mac seemed more than happy for oblige him. The dragon laid there on his belly trying to fight off his blush as Mac began to hum and rustle around the contents of the saddle bags.
“Nope… nope… hmmm… nope… Eeyup!”
Spike’s heart skipped a beat when Mac seemed to find the object he was looking for. The dragon looked over his shoulder only to spot the sight of two toothbrushes in both of Mac’s hooves. One was red while the other was green. Never before had a toothbrush looked so intimidating to the dragon.
“T-Two?” Spike asked in a high-pitched but quietly fearful voice.
“You said you wanted harder,” Mac said before grinning. “And since I ain’t gonna be able to hold your toes back with my hooves all occupied…”
Mac grabbed Spike’s toes suddenly without warning, and very quickly the young dragon felt something begin to bind around them. Very quickly his two big toes were tied together with some sort of twine. Spike was no longer able to wiggle his feet independently from one another. To make things more cruel Mac tugged at the binding and suddenly hooked them around a little latch at the bottom of the wagon right under Spike’s feet intended to latch onto something. Suddenly Spike couldn’t even scrunch his feet, and they sat there at the end of the cart fully taut and helpless.
“Oh my gosh,” Spike whispered under his breath.
“Too much for you?” Mac asked.
“N-No,” Spike said before sheepishly turning away from Mac and whining quietly. “It’s just… r-really hot with my feet helpless like that.”
Admitting that out loud certainly didn’t alleviate his blush. It got even worse when Mac giggled at his horniness.
“Alright,” Mac said once he finished chuckling. “I’m gonna tickle you till you scream now.”
It was such a matter-of-fact statement said with no more importance than if Mac had just commented on something as mild as the wind. Spike hardly had a moment for it to register in his brain what he was about to experience before Mac attacked, and suddenly the harsh bristles of both toothbrushes pushed themselves up against both his helpless soles at once.
There was no more light teasing. Mac was going in hard now, and began brushing the instant he touched Spike’s feet. One toothbrush went up towards his heel while the other went down towards his toes. It was hard to say which was worse, but it wasn’t like knowing the answer would make Spike’s laughter any less explosive.
“A-Ahaha! Ohohoho crahahap!”
The toothbrushes were very different from the back scratcher. The claw fingers had been precise and intense in a few very specific prickly areas. The brushes however were much more violent. Given that they weren’t sharp like the claws Mac was able to outright scrub with them. He demonstrated this fact by pressing both toothbrushes down, one against Spike’s heel and the other the ball of his foot, and began to run it up and down as if he were trying to work out a pesky stain.
The bristles on the toothbrush were hard and stiff, which made them poke into Spike’s foot with ease. A lighter touch would have perhaps been a mild annoyance, while a harder one might have been painful. The toothbrush however was the perfect balance to draw a horribly ticklish reaction out of the squealing dragon.
“E-Ehehehe! Nohohoho! Stohohop stohohop not there! Eee not my archesssss!”
Mac had brought both toothbrushes right back to the center of both of Spike’s feet and was dragging them up and down in sync. Spike began to twist and turn but somehow the little string keeping his feet from moving was strong enough to contain his violent writhing. The dragon squeezed his eyes shut and laughed so hard his chest began to ache, but that wasn’t enough to make Mac relent.
“Pleheheheeeese!” Spike squealed. “Ehehehee! Nohohoho!”
“Does it tickle?” Mac asked. “What’s worse, the arches or…”
Mac moved both brushes down at once and instantly began to attack Spike’s helpless toes.
“The toes?”
“EEEEHEHEEE!!” Spike whined loudly. His eyes shot right open as soon as the brushes found their way to his toes. Hysteria began to kick in as Mac ran over and under the plump toes. The dragon began to nearly thrash.
“THE TOHOHOHOEEEES!” Spike cried out. “AHAHAHA THE TOHOHHOES ARE WOHOHOHORSE!”
“Really?” Mac asked. “You sure?”
With that question Mac jammed one of the toothbrushes between some of Spike’s toes until the bristles were running along inbetween two of them. It was impossible to put into words the fireworks sized explosion that went off inside Spike’s head when Mac did that, but everything inside of him broke.
“AAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHA NOHOHOHOOOO!”
Up and down the bristles ran between his helpless toes. Spike squealed and screamed, much like Mac had said he would, all while somehow managing not to throw out the safeword in between his violent yelling.
“If you ain’t careful all of Ponyville might hear you,” Big Mac teased. “What would the town think of how sensitive your cute lil feet are?”
The sensible part of Spike knew that he couldn’t possibly be loud enough to be heard outside of even the barn, but in his hysteria he could believe all of Equestria could hear him. His chest certainly ached enough from laughing so fiercely that he could believe it.
“I wonder if you can get louder?” Mac wondered out loud before he pulled away the toothbrushes.
Spike was left gasping and exhausted. He hardly even registered that Mac was fiddling with the saddle bag once again.
“Oh gosh… oh gosh… that was intense…” Spike said softly.
“It’s about to get worse,” Big Mac said.
“Huh?” Spike asked wearily before looking over his shoulder. The sight of what Mac was holding was enough to make a gasp exit his mouth. A large horse brush bigger than Mac’s own hoof. Heck, it was wide enough to touch most of both the dragon’s feet at once. There had to be hundreds of tiny individual bristles on that thing. Spike’s eyes shot open in fear.
“W-Wait! Hold on! We can talk abou— “
“Nope!” Big Macintosh said.
Spike knew he was doomed right then. The moment Mac spoke he instantly brought the brush down. A sensation more intense and stimulating than anything he had ever felt instantly took control, and he began to laugh with newfound intensity.
“AAAAHAHAHAAA! AHAHAHA NOHOHHOOO! PLEHEHEEESE! EEEE!”
Spike exploded in laughter. Mac had turned the brush lengthwise, and it was long enough to reach Spike’s toes all the way down to his heel without an inch of his poor sole untouched. All the workhorse had to do was press down and begin to drag it up and down for Spike to feel an unrelenting hell unleashed upon him.
Spike squealed, and cried, and laughed, and pleaded. He thrashed much harder than before and was amazed that his toes were somehow being held in place by the string. He could feel his eyes roll back as hysteria took over. Mac drug the brush from left to right and repeated the action again and again until every spot on his sensitive feet had been brushed at least a dozen times.
“EEHEHEHEEE! TOHOHOHOOO MUCH! EEEEEEHHAHAHAAA!”
Spike shook his head violently though knew it would offer no relief. His toes, his heels, and even his arches all suffered the same intense brushing at once. Mac was showing no mercy either, and seemed to be pressing down to make it even more intense for the laughing dragon.
Spike felt like he was losing his mind along with his sanity. Soon he was able to think about nothing except how horribly it tickled. It became nearly impossible to form words behind his violent laughter. His soles were being wrecked in every conceivable meaning. It was like his mind was becoming numb to everything except the overwhelming sensation of tickles. He forgot about the ache in his lungs from laughing so hard and even forgot about how much his wrists and ankles hurt from tugging so fiercely at the ropes restraining him. Part of him even forgot Mac was there. It seemed for awhile there was nothing in the world except the torture of the tickling along with his own sensitive soles.
When it came to an end Spike kept laughing. Spike vaguely recalled managing to grasp just enough of his sanity to squeal out the safeword behind his intense laughter. Even as the brush was pulled away Spike continued to giggle, and his feet remained tingly. His cheek pressed down to the soft blanket on the bottom of the wagon, and he realized a few tears had escaped his eyes from such intense laughter. He could form no words and only panted and continued to giggle.
“Surprised you lasted that long,” Mac said.
Mac grabbed Spike by the string around his toes. His feet were still so sensitive that the touch made Spike gasp and let out a new flow of laughter. Mac unbound his ankles slowly, and by the time the rope finally fell away Spike was beginning to realize just how raw his ankles felt. He rolled onto his back with Mac’s help. Mac crawled up onto the end of the wagon sporting something very noticeable between his legs. The workhorse was VERY erect.
“Hehe, guess I like tickling you,” Mac said with a grin. “Think I could maybe… play with your feet a little to fix this?”
Spike was still struggling to catch his breath. His feet still didn’t feel quite normal. Regardless he managed to nod his head to give Mac the go-ahead. The workhorse grinned and sat himself down before grabbing Spike gently by his ankles.
Much like before, Mac brought the feet up to his face. Unlike before Spike had to resist the urge to cry out the moment the workhorse’s tongue touched them. He bit his lip and whined loudly. His toes curled right over Mac’s wiggling tongue. The workhorse chuckled and Spike felt warm breath roll over his soles.
“You good?” Mac asked.
“Th-They’re just a little sensitive,” Spike said. “It feels kinda good, though.”
Another chuckle from Mac was enough to make Spike blush. After all that tickling his feet were starting to feel like a seriously erogenous zone for him. Just licking them was enough to make him start to feel a stir between his legs.
After Mac had licked just about every inch of the feet once again he lowered both soles down and placed them up against his cock. Due to Spike’s exhaustion he had to do most of the leading with his movements, though he didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact Mac only bit his lip and let out a few grunted moans as he ran the soles slowly up and down his member.
“Do they really feel that good?” Spike asked, a bit bashfully.
“So soft…” Mac said softly. “Mmm… Eeyup…”
Spike had given Mac a footjob before, but it didn’t seem to make Mac so excited as it had now. Perhaps all that tickling really had gotten Mac worked up and horny for a pair of dragon soles to pleasure him.
Spike fought to gain a bit of strength back before slowly sitting up, which was a struggle given his arms were still bound. He pulled his feet slowly out of Mac’s grasp and began to place them up against Mac’s length. He put one foot on the top of the cockhead and the other up against the midsection of the length. All he had to do was squeeze his toes over the cockhead for Mac to let out a little whimper.
“Hehe,” Spike giggled to himself. It was strange going from such a submissive position to one where he had most of the power, but he didn’t exactly hate it. “That feel good?”
“Eeyup,” Mac said before nodding his head. The workhorse shut his eyes before Spike ran his foot up to join his other near the cockhead. Thanks to Mac’s saliva his feet were practically lubed up. He placed both soles with the arches against the shaft and began to rub up and down and squeeze near the top of Mac’s cockhead. Mac leaned back and threw back his head before letting out a loud cry of pleasure.
“Nnngh! Eeyup! Like that… nngh.”
Pre cum began to leak out of Mac very quickly. Some of it spurted out between Spike’s toes and wet them. The dragon giggled as Mac got visibly more hot and bothered the longer he rubbed his feet all over the cock.
A bit embarrassingly, the warmth and solidness of Mac’s cock up against Spike’s feet were exciting the dragon as well. He enjoyed being able to use his sensitive soles for pleasure as well as a tool to be tormented. Thanks to the tickling his nerves had been stressed to no end, so the warmth of Mac’s cock felt pleasurable on his feet.
“Ahh!” Mac let out a few gasps. Spike grinned to himself before eventually laying back down and rolling over back onto his belly. He lifted his legs up and placed the inside curves of his soles up against the head of Mac’s cock.
“Go on,” Spike said playfully. “You wanna cum, right?”
Mac whined quietly before grabbing both of Spike’s feet and squeezing them against his cock. He began to thrust in and out using Spike’s soles as if they were a hole designed for pleasure. Spike could feel the flesh of the cock grind in and out between his feet as Mac humped. The workhorse let out gasp after gasp the closer he got. It was an exertion that Spike only usually saw when the two were having proper sex. Part of him felt a strange kick of power for his feet being able to bring such horniness out of Mac.
“Nnngh!” Mac let out a sudden cry. Suddenly he forced Spike’s feet over his cockhead until the soles were practically covering it, and then Spike felt an explosion of sticky warmth. Mac let out a moan as the orgasm wave hit. Spike could feel the cock shudder against his feet. As Mac pulled away Spike was left with cum covered soles. Mac fell back and the wagon creaked. The workhorse panted loudly as several seconds passed and the high of the orgasm faded.
“S-Sorry for getting your feet all dirty,” Mac said. “I just really wanted to cum on them.”
“It was actually kind of hot,” Spike said before giggling. “But uh, can you untie me now? My arms are aching.”
“Right,” Mac said before widening his eyes and quickly moving down to grab the rope restraining Spike’s wrists. As he worked to free Spike the dragon looked up at Mac with a small smile on his face.
“So uh… Can we do that again sometime?” Spike asked. “You seemed to like my feet.”
“Eeyup,” Mac said before nodding. “You seemed to like being tickled.”
Spike blushed and giggled once more. Once his wrists were freed he let out a long sigh and rolled onto his back. He knew he needed to quickly clean his feet up before the cum dried but he had been so wiped he simply wanted to lay there for a moment and rest. Soon enough Mac joined him and laid down in the cart beside him. Spike couldn’t help but smile as he felt a wave of excitement for what was yet to come. He wondered just how many ideas Mac had in his mind of how he would torment the dragon and his soft ticklish soles next.
