Rainbow Dash's Tickle Torture

by laserdanb

Rating: teen
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Rainbow Dash, Original Character
Length: 1350

An old pony friend from flight school captures Rainbow Dash and decides to get her payback via tickling. (anthro)

This is my first attempt at a pony tickling story, and I decided to make it an anthro story instead of a straightforward pony one (although I suppose it could be considered human aswell, since it basically replaces 'hooves' with 'feet').
Don't expect a major storyline or anything, it's just a quick attempt at writing a foot tickling story, although I might continue it and write the second half of the tickle torture aswell. Obviously, if you don't like feet or tickling, then it isn't recommended you read this.

Also, there isnt any actual sex in this story, obviously, but it is quite fetish-y.

Published 2013-05-29 14:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-29 14:50:02 UTC

Chapter 1

The last thing Rainbow Dash remembered was a sudden crash. She was flying, as fast as ever, and smashed into something without even noticing it. She was incredibly confused as to what she crashed into, and why she didn’t see it. But she quickly noticed that there were bigger things to worry about. She was lying down on what felt like a wooden table, and she could not move any of her arms or legs, which were restrained by tight rope. She seemed to be in a regular-looking house, at least, so was relieved that she wasn’t in some sort of crazy dungeon, and she was still wearing her blue t-shirt and shorts, with blue trainers and rainbow socks, which all looked surprisingly undamaged from the crash.

“Well, well, well, you’ve finally woke up then?”

Dash jumped slightly when she heard this strange voice talking to her from behind, as she had not realised that there was any other pony in the room with her. There was something else odd about this voice, though. A feminine yet fairly deep and stern voice that Dash could swear was recognisable to her. She tried turning around to look at her, but her restraints prevented her from doing so.

“Hey! Where the hell am I? And who are you?” Dash shouted at the other pony.

“You probably won’t remember me, but I definitely remember you, Rainbow Dash.” The mysterious pony replied. “I am Tumble, you know, the pony that always came last in Flight School?”

Dash could not remember the name, but did vaguely recall a very weak, pink Pegasus who was regularly picked on in the days of flight school for never winning a race. Tumble continued talking, with the anger in her voice clearly growing.

“I looked up to you, I wanted to be as fast as you were, but you just kept ignoring me! I would try and talk to you all the time and you just flew off like I wasn’t even there! Well now, it looks like I’ve got the upper hand!” After saying this, Tumble walked in front of Dash, fully reminding her of who she was.

“Well, that doesn’t explain why I’m tied up!” Dash shouted angrily.

“You were always well-known in flight school for how ticklish you were. If anypony wanted to stop you from flying away they just had to start tickling you and you would turn into a wreck! I think it’s time I had my turn...” Tumble said menacingly. She then stood in front of Dash’s feet and began to slowly pull off her blue trainers.

“No, please! I won’t be able to handle it!” Dash pleaded, although she quickly realised that it would just spur Tumble on. “I can do anything for you, just don’t tickle me!”

“It’s too late for that now, Dashie!” Tumble said, looking at the restrained, socked feet in front of her. She stroked her finger across both feet horizontally.

“Haha, is that all you’ve got?” Dash remarked, trying to look tough but failing when she felt the finger stroke her feet.
“Oh, I’m not going to just start the worst tickling straight away! I’m going to make sure that this is as long as possible.” She then began wriggling all of her fingers against the socked soles, making sure to cover every inch.

Dash tried her best to hold in her laughter and appear as if she was withstanding the tickling, but this could only go on for so long and after about 10 seconds of the torture she burst into laughter.

“Heh, I guess you aren’t as tough as you make yourself look, eh?” Tumble teased, stroking the area underneath Dash’s toes.

“Hahaha...stop it!...I’ll do anything!” Dash pleaded, but was ignored by Tumble who was still staring at her feet.
“I don’t think you are laughing quite as much as I wanted you to, Dashie. Maybe these socks are stopping you from being that ticklish? Wouldn’t it feel a lot better if you were barefoot?”

Dash immediately pleaded with her “No! I don’t like being barefoot! I don’t like other ponies touching my feet!” Again, this was ignored by Tumble, who began peeling off the sock on her left foot, making sure to tease Dash further by lightly tickling as her light blue sole was revealed. When she reached Dash’s toes, she simply left the sock there and began stroking a single finger across the bare sole, letting the sock fall off as soon as Dash wiggled her toes.

“Doesn’t that feel better? You want me to take the other one off?” Tumble asked, but she didn’t bother listening to the reply as she did the same with the right foot.

Tumble took a few seconds to look at Dash’s bare feet, and noticed that Dash seemed very embarrassed, blushing and curling her toes. “Looks like somepony takes good care of their feet! Let’s not waste any more time!” She taunted, holding up a feather.

Dash was about to beg for mercy again, but quickly shut herself up, realising that it would makes things worse for her. She simply closed her eyes and curled her toes in anticipation as the feather slowly moved towards her feet.

As soon as she felt the feather contact the middle of her sole, Dash was in hysterics, thrashing about as much as she could in her ropes. She was expecting it to feel ticklish, but did not know just how ticklish her feet were when bare. She would constantly attempt to shield one of her soles with the other foot, but Tumble would simply focus on that foot with the feather and force her to spread her feet out.

“Wow, you really are a more sensitive pony than you let on, aren’t you?” Tumble taunted, whilst sawing the feather between Dash’s toes. “I’m not surprised you don’t like to go barefoot often if they are this sensitive!”

After a while of the simple feather tickling, Tumble flipped the feather around and began tracing Dash’s arches with the sharp quill end, which made the laughter grow even further if that was even possible. Tumble continued to try and make Dash even more embarrassed than she already was, verbally taunting her throughout the torture. “Cootchie cootchie coo! Come on, you can wiggle your toes around more than that, can’t you?”

Dash was not listening to her, however, and was overcome by the torturous sensation of the tickling. It seemed to go on for hours, her feet growing more sensitive by the second. Her attacker was clearly enjoying tormenting the poor pony, never taking her eyes off of the squirming feet and seemingly aiming for the most sensitive spots of them. It was clear that Tumble was now obsessed with making the blue pony’s toes wiggle.She was beginning to go insane. Even the fact she was restrained and barefooted was embarrassing enough, but she had never felt such ticklish sensations against her feet.

Dash was soon extremely relieved when the tickling at her feet stopped, although the tingling was still present in her soles. “Don’t worry; I haven’t finished tickling you yet!” Tumble taunted “But I have to go out, so I’m going to have to find another way of tickling you for the time being.” Dash was simply using this time to rest as her feet were free from the tickling. Tumble quickly placed two contraptions in front of her feet, which looked like large circular brushes.

“I’m going to keep you in here until the end of the day, to make sure I have as much fun with you as possible. But while I’m out, these nice brushes will make sure your feet stay nice and ticklish.” Tumble pushed the two devices up against Dash’s soles, with even the touch of the bristles making her spread her toes. “Enjoy!” Tumble said teasingly as she activated the brushes, which began rotating against the ticklish feet.

Dash immediately began laughing and wriggling her feet around again, hoping that the brushes would not be working her feet over for long...