On a typical day in Ponyville, Fluttershy would usually be found outside her cottage, caring for the animals as usual. Today, despite the pleasant weather and complete lack of impending doom threatening Equestria, she had stowed away in her own room, still under the covers, reading the next installment of Daring Do. Though the adventure genre didn’t quite fit in with the rest of her personal library of animal care books, Rainbow Dash’s enthusiasm and meeting the adventuring author face-to-face sparked enough of an interest to get her into the series. It also gave her the ability to visualize wild and fantastic journeys from the comfort and safety of her own bed.

Just as she was about to find out how Daring Do would escape from the thorny clutches of Dr. Wisteria, she heard a rapid pounding at her cottage door.

With a disappointed sigh, Fluttershy put her book on her bed stand and rolled out of bed, stretching her legs as she went to the door.

As her mind was trying to predict how the cliffhanger would be resolved, she opened the door to an unexpected sight. A yellow pegasus mare with a bright orange and amber spiky mane, a pair of shades, and an athletic tank top and shorts stood there with her arms folded.

“Hey, you’re...Fluttershy, right?” the pegasus asked.

“Um…yes.” Fluttershy nodded. This pony definitely looked familiar, but it took a while to finally put a name to the face. “And you’re Spitfire?”

The mare nodded with a confident smirk on her face. “That’s me. Nice to meet ya.”

“Um, are you looking for Rainbow Dash or something?” Fluttershy asked, wondering why the captain of the Wonderbolts was visiting her of all ponies.

“Dash? Nah, I came to see you, actually. Wanted to ask for your help with something.”

Fluttershy flinched backwards in surprise. “Huh? M-Me?”

“Mmhm. Mind if I come in?”

As Fluttershy let Spitfire in, her guest made herself comfortable on the couch. “Um, if you don’t mind asking, what exactly do you need me for? My flying skills aren’t nearly as good as Rainbow Dash or any of the Wonderbolts…”

“Heh, I didn’t seek you out cause I needed your flying skills,” Spitfire shrugged. “I got word that you’re a pretty skilled tickler.”

The casual and sudden usage of the t-word made Fluttershy’s entire body freeze up. “W-What?”

Spitfire chuckled at her flustered reaction. “Yeah, heard that you were something of an expert when it comes to tickling.”

“I...wait...expert?” Fluttershy stammered, wondering who was out there telling Spitfire and Celestia-knows how many other ponies about her tickling “skills”.

“I mean, if you got Dash of all ponies to willingly ask to be tickled, you gotta be doing something right.”

Fluttershy could feel her entire face turning red. It was embarrassing enough when her trusted friends found out about her fetish, but for someone who’s essentially a total stranger knowing? It was mortifying!

“Heh, that’s just what I heard, anyway,” Spitfire casually leaned back on Fluttershy’s sofa. “If it’s not true, then I won’t bother you anymore, Just figured I’d find out for myself.”

“Uh…What...exactly did you hear about me?” Fluttershy sheepishly asked, fidgeting her fingers around.

Spitfire gave Fluttershy a sly smirk. “Well from what I heard, even though Dash hates being tickled, there was still someone she went to see each day to try and build up a resistance to it. And the way she described it made it sound like they definitely knew what they were doing.”

Fluttershy began to blush more out of awkward embarrassment than sheer terror. “So, you came over all this way just to see me?”

“Well, with such a glowing endorsement from your friend, I wanted to try it out for myself.”

“You...want me to tickle you?”

Spitfire let out another chuckle, though this one had a notably nervous waver to it. “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble, I’d like to see what you can do.”

Fluttershy let out a long exhale. This offer was just as enticing as it was awkward, but it wasn’t an opportunity she was willing to turn down. “Alright, I’d be happy to show you! J-Just follow me, please.“

Fluttershy brought Spitfire up to her room, her heart pounding with anxiety.

“So this is where you’ve been tickling Dash, huh?” Spitfire smirked as she looked around.

“Um, pretty much.” The feeling of bringing another mare into the bedroom was incredibly awkward, and knowing it was for fetishistic purposes didn’t make things easier. “So...how do you...want to do this? Like, anything specific you want?”

“How ‘bout you just do to me what you did to Rainbow Dash? I wanna go through the same stuff she went through, sounded pretty intense from the way she described it.”

“Oh, I, um, I think I can do that,” Fluttershy nodded, recalling the setup from those days. She grabbed the same sets of rope and fuzzy handcuffs from underneath her bed. “Could you lie down on the bed then, please?”

Spitfire did as she was asked, chuckling to herself at how fast the flustered pegasus got the bondage tools. “Already prepared, huh? Good sign of things to come...”

Just as she did to Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy got to work restraining Spitfire. The ropes went around the bedposts, and would later be tied to the cuffs around Spitfire’s wrists and ankles. “So...you like tickling, too?”

“More like love it,” Spitfire chuckled, clearly reminiscing as her wrists were cuffed. “Always enjoy making an unsuspecting member beg with laughter in seconds.”

The tips of Fluttershy’s wings started twitching. “What about being tickled?”

A slight blush appeared on Spitfire’s cheeks. “Yeah, that’s fun, too. Been a long time since I’ve properly gotten tickled, though.”

“Oh? I hope I’m good enough to give you what you were looking for...” Fluttershy said as she made sure the last rope was tied securely.

“Pfft, don’t worry yourself too much. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Now c’mon, tickle me good!”

“Um, alright. If it gets to be too much, just say ‘blue’.” With a much more enthusiastic pegasus tied to her bed, Fluttershy felt that she didn’t need to ease into the intense stuff. Her fingers went straight for Spitfire’s stomach, digging into her slightly exposed midriff.

Spitfire managed to keep the giggling inside as her body started to squirm underneath Fluttershy’s fingers. “Khhh...T-That all you g-got?” She taunted, her hips rocking from side to side.

“Oh goodness no, I’m just testing to see how ticklish your tummy is!” Fluttershy grinned, her wings flapping with excitement. Her hands slid underneath Spitfire’s tank top, dancing against her toned tummy.

Though no laughter came out from Spitfire’s lips, the wide grin on her face, strained grunting, and tensing of her body meant that Fluttershy’s methods were still proving effective.

Fluttershy’s fingers slid against the grooves of her abs, feeling each little tremble at her fingertips. “You can’t hold it in forever…”

Spitfire started to sweat. From the little bit she’s experienced, it was clear that Fluttershy knew what she was doing, but Spitfire wanted to see more of what she could do. Fluttershy needed to earn her laughter.

Slowly but surely, Fluttershy’s focus was shifting from how awkward the situation was to her towards trying to find a way to break through Spitfire’s defenses. Her fingers dug in a little bit deeper into her abs, vibrating her fingertips in place.

A loud sputtering came from Spitfire’s lips, but she quickly shut herself up before she lost her composure completely. The first few beads of sweat started to drip down her forehead.

Despite Spitfire seeming so close to cracking, Fluttershy didn’t want to dwell at one place for too long. She decided to move on and see if there was a more ticklish spot she could exploit.

Spitfire let out a quick sigh of relief as Fluttershy’s fingers left her stomach, but she still couldn’t breathe easy, as she felt those fingers walking up her ribcage. Her hips jolted with each individual step Fluttershy took.

Fluttershy’s fingers moved up and down her ribs, poking at the little gaps between to see if any of them were the key to getting Spitfire to laugh.

It was a little easier for Spitfire to keep it together. There were a few quick snorts and a little wiggling, but she kept her cool. She looked up at Fluttershy with a cocky, teasing glint in her eyes. “C-C’mon, thought you’d get me laughing b-by now…!”

“Ooh, you’re really asking for it!” WIth a renewed and determined drive, Fluttershy’s fingers moved past her ribcage and started brushing against her armpits.

Spitfire’s reaction was immediate. Her pupils shrunk as the rattling of the handcuffs indicated that she tried to forcefully pull her arms down. But what was the most distinct was the sound that slipped past Spitfire’s lips. “Mmmphehehe…”

Fluttershy’s ears perked up. “Oh? Did I just hear a giggle out of you?” She leaned in closer, her fingers started at the top of her armpits and slowly traced down, staring Spitfire in the eyes to give her that same cocky look back.

“Hnnngh! Eeehee! Ahahahack!” Try as she might, Spitfire couldn’t stop herself from her giggle fit. Even the light teasing of her armpits produced longer and louder bursts of laughter the longer Fluttershy stayed there.

“Still trying to keep it in?” Fluttershy grinned, slowly wiggling her fingers as they hovered menacingly above her exposed pits.

Despite Fluttershy maintaining eye contact, Spitfire found herself getting quick glances at those wiggling fingers, watching in anticipation.

“I wonder if you’ll be able to resist when I...do...this!”

“Bwahahahahahahaaaaa!” As soon as Fluttershy finished her sentence, she struck, madly skittering her fingers in Spitfire’s armpits. The speed of her fingers combined with the sudden tickling meant that she finally broke through Spitfire’s defenses.

“There it is!” Fluttershy smiled to herself. Even if she didn’t know Spitfire all that well, finally managing to get some laughter out after her resistance still had some satisfaction to it. She kept up her ticklish onslaught, sliding her fingers up and down her armpits.

Now that she didn’t have to hold it back anymore, Spitfire happily let loose with laughter. With both of them now getting more comfortable with the situation, she was eager to see what else Fluttershy might have planned for her.

There was a bit of thought from Fluttershy to move onto other places now that she got Spitfire laughing, but she wanted to explore her ticklish pits for a while longer. She dug her fingers deeper to push her laughter further.

“EEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Spitfire’s cheeks started to burn red as she let out a high-pitched squeal that contrasted her normally gruff speaking voice.

Fluttershy briefly recoiled at the outburst, letting out a small surprised squeak of her own. Though taken by surprise, hearing Spitfire laugh that hard started getting her excited. With an eager grin, she skittered her nails in those exposed hollows, wanting to draw out that kind of outburst again. “Tickle tickle tiiiickle…”

“OHOHO FUHUHUHAHAHAAA!” Fluttershy’s nimble fingers made Spitfire arch her back, her wings spreading out as if trying to take off from the mattress she was tied to,

Seeing Spitfire’s wings pop out gave Fluttershy a quick spark of inspiration. Not waiting on a moment to rest, her fingers went straight from her armpits to her wings, running her fingers through her feathers.

“GAAAAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!” The cracking of her voice and repeated tugging on the ropes meant that there was a tiny bit more desperation from Spitfire once Fluttershy aimed for the new spot.

The squeals in Spitfire’s laughter gave Fluttershy the confirmation she was hoping for. “Ooh, what do we have here?” She taunted with a singsong tone, her fingers dancing along her wingtips. “Does the captain of the Wonderbolts have veeeeery ticklish wings?”

Spitfire answered with more girly giggling. Though she was far from protesting or saying the safe word, there was some part of her that was getting incredibly worked up, an unexplained frustration deep inside as Fluttershy was literally ruffling her feathers.

“Such a tough and fast flier, but still super ticklish, just like Dashie!” Fluttershy noted, giggling at the similarities between the two as her hands wandered around her wings, before digging into the base.

Those finely manicured nails hitting her wingpits made Spitfire arch her back and let out a drawn-out, screaming laugh, her body stayed in that position for a good four seconds before her body could move and thrash again.

Fluttershy’s wiggling fingers went back to exploring Spitfire's wings, moving up, down, doubling back, and circling around at random, never staying in one place on those pristine feathers for too long. “Who’s a ticklish little pony?”

“AHAHAHAHAHA MEHEEHEEHEE! I-I’M A TIHIHIHICKLISH L-LITTLE POHOHONY!” Just as soon as Spitfire blurted out those words, her eyes widened in shock, and the subtle blush on her face intensified in color.

Even though she hadn’t said the safe word, Fluttershy decided it was probably for the best to give Spitfire a chance to recover. “Oh my...you weren’t kidding. You really do love tickling...”

“Aheh...didn’t become the hazing method of the Wonderbolts out of nowhere…” Spitfire weakly chuckled as she caught her breath.

“I think I might be jealous, I mean, having a whole team of ponies that would love to just gang up and tickle you? That sounds like heaven!”

“I mean, as much as I like it, I definitely don’t want the rest of my team figuring it out. Can’t exactly lead the team with confidence if everyone knows just how badly I squeal, you know?”

“Well, I didn’t think you’d be so ticklish,” Fluttershy teased. “Not nearly as ticklish as Rainbow Dash, but...”

It wasn’t the most flattering comparison, but it still felt like high praise. “Heh, yeah, she’s one of our favorites to tickle back at HQ. I’m guessing you love messing with her, too?”

“Oh she’s so much fun to tickle! I think her laugh is absolutely adorable!” Fluttershy grinned, the tips of her wings twitched as she talked. “But I’d probably drive her crazy if I got to her as often as I’d like to.”

“I can imagine. You sure know what you’re doing.” Spitfire sheepishly chuckled. “I, uh, still can’t believe you got me to say that…”

Fluttershy giggled at the memory. “Well, I couldn’t believe it either!”

“I bet you could teach me a thing or two about tickling,” Spitfire said half-jokingly. “Heck, the whole team could probably learn something from you!”

“W-What? Teach?” Fluttershy tensed up at the idea. “I don’t know, it’s not like I’m some sort of expert or anything…”

Spitfire scoffed. “Well you got both Dash and me to squeal like fillies, it’s gotta count for something, right? Doesn’t have to be a whole lecture, you could demonstrate like you did before!”

“That...does sound a lot easier…”

Hearing Fluttershy start to turn around made Spitfire grin. “I thought it might.”

The tips of Fluttershy’s wings started to twitch and stiffen. “Do you want to have a turn, then? I’d um...love to see the techniques of a Wonderbolt...”

“Sure, I’m down for a little bit of revenge,” Spitfire joked, already wiggling her fingers in anticipation.

In a few minutes, the two pegasi swapped places, with Spitfire standing over Fluttershy, now bound and cuffed to her own bed. “Ya good to go?” Spitfire asked.

“Mmhm!” Fluttershy nodded, a nervouscited grin on her face. “Show me what you can do!”

Spitfire flashed a mischievous smirk as she sat down on Fluttershy’s thighs. “Alright, just lemme know if it gets to be too much,” Not wanting to waste time and eager for a bit of payback, she leaned over Fluttershy, clawing her fingers to dig right into her sides.

“EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” Fluttershy’s back arched upwards as she let out a startled scream.

The instant squealing reaction got Spitfire excited, squeezing her thrashing hips with more intensity, hoping that the pegasus’s volume would match her efforts.

“AAAAAAAH! AHAAAHAAAA! OHMYGOSH OHMYGOSH!” Fluttershy howled with laughter, her body instinctively twisted and jumped, trying to wriggle out of Spitfire’s grip.

“Heh, and you teased me about being ticklish? Just look at you!” Spitfire taunted, swapping spots to scribble her fingers in her armpits, her hands alternating between quick swipes in the taut, exposed hollows.

Fluttershy’s voice kept cracking between peals of laughter, only interrupted by a quick gasp of air, before resuming to delighted, ticklish squeals.

Spitfire dragged her fingertips down her pits all the way down to her hips, sneaking underneath her shirt and spidering all over her tummy, giving the occasional squeeze to her sides just to make her jump.

As Spitfire scribbled her fingers all over her defenseless stomach, Fluttershy started to see where Dash was coming from. Spitfire was quick, aggressive, and relentless. For Fluttershy, it was an absolute treat, but she could see why Dash was being driven crazy.

While underneath Fluttershy’s shirt, Spitfire had a flash of inspiration. “Oh, you’re really gonna get it now…” She decided to go a little deeper and sneak behind her back to dig into the wingpits, the same spot that cracked her before.

“KYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AIIEEEEHEEHEEHEE!” Fluttershy started taking bigger gasps for air between longer streams of laughter. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes and dripping down her cheeks.

Just as Fluttershy started to feel light-headed, Spitfire slowed down and eventually backed off. “You alright? How was that?”

“Eeheeheehee...So intense…B-but so fun...You’re real good and, um...intense...” Fluttershy giggled, still recovering from the tickle-high. “It’s very tiring, but in a fun way!”

“You really think so?” Spitfire smirked. “Anything you think I should do differently?”

“Maybe you could try going a little slower?” Fluttershy suggested. “You were tickling me everywhere and putting everything into making me laugh, and it really worked, but it might be worth it to find the best tickle spots and focus on them.”

“Slower, huh? Not sure how well that’d work out when about five other Wonderbolts are tickling at the same time with others waiting to get their turn.”

“Well, for now, maybe just try it on me? Take your time and find out where I’m the most ticklish,” Fluttershy said with a little teasing wiggle of her hips.

Spitfire’s hand hovered over Fluttershy’s body, ready to take her advice. “Alright, worth a shot.” She started with rapid finger pokes to her hips. Not as aggressive as digging her fingers in, but still enough to draw out laughter.

Fluttershy responded with some pleased giggles, the inviting hip wiggles turned into frantic jolts. The volume of her voice jumped with her body whenever Spitfire poked her in just the right spot.

Hearing Fluttershy squeak caught Spitfire’s attention. She started poking more methodically, slowing down until she heard her voice raise or her body jolt, focusing more of the light tickling in those specific spots.

Soon, Fluttershy was constantly bouncing on her bedsheets, letting out some mirthful laughs despite the lighter approach.

After a few more key pokes, Spitfire figured that she got a good sense of how ticklish Fluttershy’s hips were, and moved onto her sides to compare.

“Mmmhmmhmmhmm!” Fluttershy’s laughter died down to giggles, though she still shook her hips around on the bed, the tips of her outstretched wings trembling as Spitfire tried out different spots.

Seeing that Fluttershy’s sides were significantly less ticklish, Spitfire decided to move on to her ribs, walking her fingers up the spaces in between.

“Eeeheeheeheeheeheep!” Fluttershy’s laughter jumped up. Her eyes carefully watched Spitfire’s fingers climbing up her ribs, her body tensing with each rib they passed.

While Spitfire was poking around for a potential tickle spot on her ribs, her focus was set a little bit higher. Those exposed armpits were just so tempting, and judging by Fluttershy’s expression as her fingers ascended, she was about to hit a sweet spot. She quickly slid her fingers up to her armpits for a bit more payback.

Despite the fact that she was fully anticipating it, Fluttershy jolted in surprise by the quick shift to her armpits. “EEEYAAAHAHA!” Her response was similar to the first time her armpits were attacked. Spitfire’s nimble finger strokes were relatively lighter compared to the constant scribbling from before, but Fluttershy found herself throwing her head back, squealing with giddy laughter.

Spitfire grinned to herself for finally drawing some real laughs out of Fluttershy. Her fingers went down her smooth pits in sequence before returning back up to repeat the motion in less than a second.

“EEE! EEEHEEHEEHEEK!” The pitch of Fluttershy’s laugh started rising as the pink on her cheeks started flushing red.

With Fluttershy now blushing heavily, Spitfire dialed up the intensity. Her fingers and thumbs honed in on the direct center of her pits, making quick little scratches in one concentrated area. “So, I’m gonna guess your pits are one of your tickle spots, right?”

“YAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Fluttershy nodded, her trembling hands making the headboard rattle.

“Perfect…” Spitfire grinned, eyeing up her next target. “Now let me see if I can find another one…” Her fingertips traced down her pits to her wings, where she began ruffling her feathers.

“Eeeeeheehee! OhmygoshohmygAAAHAHAHAAAAA!” The attention to Fluttershy’s wings made them stiffen up in shock, keeping them spread out like an invitation for Spitfire to keep tickling.

Spitfire explored Fluttershy’s wings on a search to find the most ticklish spot, spreading out and going all around, stroking along the tops, skittering against the tips, running through the primary feathers, and scritching at the base. Occasionally, she would revert back to her old technique of wild scribbling, but would eventually remember to restrain herself, even if it took a few protests from her tickled partner.

Fluttershy was a constant source of squeals. Turning from side to side couldn’t keep her stiff wings from the ticklish assault, getting especially loud and squirmy whenever Spitfire’s fingers got closer to the base of her wings.

Spitfire noted the pegasus’s little struggles, and took full advantage of the learned information, focusing more tickling at her wingpits, “Oh? I think I found another one...”

Fluttershy’s wings started flapping in a weak defense. She started making longer gasps for air between screams of laughter. “AAIIIEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!”

A mental realization had Spitfire back off, giving Fluttershy a chance to breathe. “Heh, it nearly slipped my mind, but I think I can find some more tickle spots of yours…” she turned around a full 180 degrees, sidling closer towards her bare feet. “...right here.”

“Eep…!” Fluttershy curled her toes in giddy anticipation. Not being able to see where or when Spitfire would strike first made the wait all the more scary and exciting.

Spitfire grabbed onto the toes on Fluttershy’s left foot and pulled them back, making sure she couldn’t wriggle away as she dug her fingers into the center of her sole.

With Spitfire sitting on her legs, Fluttershy’s movement for her ticklish thrashing was now severely limited. She was able to wiggle and curl her toes on her other foot, though it gave no sort of defense or relief from Spitfire’s fingers. “EEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!”

“Woah, did I find one already?” Spitfire teased, feeling Fluttershy’s toes push against the palm of her hand. She applied a little more pressure to keep Fluttershy’s feet stretched out, slowly scritching her nails against her taut sole.

Fluttershy’s struggling efforts instantly doubled as she screamed with laughter, a few loose feathers popped out of her wings as they started to flap. “AAAIIIEEE THAT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUUUCH!”

“Oh, does it now?” Spitfire turned around just to see the look on Fluttershy’s face, noticing the tears dripping down her blushing cheeks. She took a few more slow but deep drags down her foot just to see her face get redder. “Does that drive ya crazy?”

“AAAAHAHAHAHAH YEHEHEHEHES!” Fluttershy kept trying to break free from Spitfire’s grip, even to just curl her toes, but she kept applying just enough pressure to make her foot immobile and exposed.

Spitfire shifted her fingers to the side to attack her arches and heel next, curious to see just how ticklish the rest of her foot was.

Fluttershy’s laughter dipped a significant amount, though given how the pegasus was still helplessly flapping her wings, kicking her feet, and howling with laughter, it didn’t seem to matter that much.

With Fluttershy’s toes already restrained, Spitfire finally gave them the attention they deserved, digging at the stems of her toes and fighting against the reactive struggling that ensued.

Every time Spitfire’s fingers “accidentally” slipped between her toes, Fluttershy let out a scream that lasted a good second before the laughter resumed. With all the wriggling she was doing, they kept finding their way back between her ticklish toes.

Spitfire wanted to keep Fluttershy guessing for a bit, trying to keep the tickling at Fluttershy’s toes by giving them a few quick scritches before letting them slip between during the struggle.

“AAAAHAHA OHOHO NOHOHO OHOHO NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Fluttershy started kicking with her other foot, banging her heel against the footboard as she tried to lift and toss Spitfire off her leg, though not getting much progress done due to the poor leverage and the tickling taking away most of her strength.

Spitfire let up after one more fierce dig to her sole, turning back around to make sure she was still alright. “So? How was that?”

“Ahh...mhmhmhm...m-much better...” she giggled deliriously, her head leaned to the side, caressed by the fluffy pillows as she recovered.

“Heh, see? You’re doing a pretty good job teaching me already.”

“Mmm...maybe you should come over for some more lessons, then,” Fluttershy said half-jokingly.

“Careful, I might just take you up on that,” Spitfire shot back. “So, what now?”

After a brief reprieve to catch her breath, Fluttershy responded. “You certainly got the hang of finding tickle spots. I’m trying to wonder what else I’d be able to teach…”

Spitfire thought for a bit. “Well, how about you try to break me again? You already know my way of doing things, wouldn’t mind going through another personal demonstration of yours. I’m sure something’ll come to your mind while you’re doing it.”

“Ooh, alright!” After looking down at her tormented bare feet, Fluttershy already had a few ideas in mind.

After another switching of positions, Spitfire was ready for another round of tickling.

“Well, from what I already know, your tickle spots seem to be...here...and here,” Fluttershy said, giving pokes to Spitfire’s abs and armpits, making the mare jolt around and yelp.

Spitfire was excited to get tied down to a bed and tickled when she first met Fluttershy. But being at her mercy a second time made Spitfire a little apprehensive, knowing that she was more familiar with most of her tickle spots.

“And especially here!” Fluttershy teased, skittering her fingers for a brief moment in Spitfire’s wingpits.

“Aaahahahack!” Spitfire’s body tensed up, wondering what Fluttershy was planning with her explanation.

“Buuut, there’s still one place I forgot to check…” Fluttershy said, eyeing the foot of the bed, where Spitfire was still wearing her sneakers.

Though she followed Fluttershy’s eyesight, Spitfire kept quiet, staring at her own shoes with a growing sense of dread.

The little twitching of her shoes and the look on Spitfire’s face told Fluttershy what she needed to know. She slowly pulled on the shoelaces to loosen them up before slipping them off with ease, and her short socks quickly followed.

With Spitfire’s feet now bare and exposed, she let out a little worried murmur as her toes defensively curled up.

Fluttershy couldn’t help but grin to herself as she indulged in a bit of direct revenge, grabbing onto her toes and pushing them back to keep them taut. “Now, let’s see how ticklish the feet of a captain are…” She kneeled at the foot of the bed and began her exploration of Spitfire’s foot at the heel, skittering her fingers around in little circles.

Like before, Spitfire tried to keep her laughter in, but Fluttershy’s fingers dancing along her foot made it near impossible to resist for long, and she quickly succumbed to a giggling fit.

Fluttershy walked her fingers up, going up to her sole, listening carefully to detect a change in pitch or volume from Spitfire’s laughter.

“Gaaahahahaha!” Spitfire started to struggle and shake her foot, hoping that her own strength would be enough to break free, but Fluttershy’s grip was surprisingly strong, and her foot remained taut and exposed.

The sneaky grin on Fluttershy’s face grew as she moved onto her next testing spot, shifting her fingers slightly to the side to get to Spitfire’s arches.

“NOOOOOHAHAHAHAHA!” Spitfire’s wings shot open with a pomf as she burst with maddeningly ticklish laughter. She flailed her arms and legs around, uselessly punching and kicking the air as she cackled, with her foot still unable to even get a break from Fluttershy’s tickling.

Fluttershy felt her own wings starting to twitch just from hearing Spitfire laugh so loud. She was certain she had all she needed, but just for finality’s sake, she started playing with her toes, alternating between light scritches underneath and snaking in between.

Spitfire squealed like a filly the entire time, her toes desperate to curl in order to prevent Fluttershy’s fingers from getting to her sensitive stems, but finding no relief as Fluttershy’s nails skittered along.

“Well, that was certainly fun!” Fluttershy giggled, finally letting go of Spitfire’s toes to let them wiggle.

The tickling had stopped, but Spitfire knew that it was only temporary.

“And now that I know for sure where you’re most ticklish on your feet,” Fluttershy said, aiming her fingers at Spitfire’s arches. “I can keep tickling you there!”

“W-Wait, Fluttershy, can’t we tAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Fluttershy focused her tickling on Spitfire’s arches, wiggling her fingers to get her to squeal and squirm as much as she could. “Heehee, does it tickle that badly?”

Without Fluttershy holding her toes back, Spitfire had a little more freedom to move around, but it didn’t help her much, as Fluttershy kept close to her feet, never letting her escape for a second. “EEEYAHAHAHAHA YEHEHEHEHES!”

“I never imagined that a tough captain like you would have such ticklish feet!” Fluttershy giggled, raking her fingers across her feet. “It’s so adorable!”

“BAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” Being called adorable in a cutesy, teasing voice made Spitfire’s cheeks burn red. An electric tingle shot through her entire body, making her shiver.

Fluttershy kept piling on the verbal teasing with the relentless skittering against her arches. “I bet Dashie would love to know all this information...how ticklish her captain’s wings and arches are if she ever wanted revenge…”

The blush on Spitfire’s cheeks spread quickly across the rest of her face. Her pupils shrunk at the mere suggestion, and she shot her head up to violently shake her head. “NO NO NOHOHOHOHAHAHA!”

“Heehee, you look so flustered right now!” Fluttershy couldn’t help but giggle seeing how madly Spitfire was blushing. “Your face is redder than your feet are!” She said, raking her nails down her soles.

“KYAAAHAHAHAHA! MY FEEHEEHAHAHAHAA!” Spitfire’s feet kept struggling, straining the rope with each kick. The thrashing did nothing to protect her feet, but it did make her tickler’s wings flutter with joy.

Fluttershy eased on the tickling, using only her index fingers to poke and scratch at her arches. “I love doing little teases like that, it makes them feel even more ticklish!”

Spitfire let out giggly squeaks, her toes twitching and splaying from the light attention. Even with one spot being focused on, she felt tingles on the rest of her soles.

“Of course, that’s just how I like doing it,” Fluttershy said, walking back to the side of the bed. “I could always try things your way!” Without a second of waiting, she struck again, digging her fingers into her wingpits.

“My WAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!?” Spitfire’s whole body leaped in surprise.

Fluttershy looked at Spitfire with a playfully evil smile, giving the bases of her wings a rapid poking strike.

“BAAAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT MY WIHIHIIIINGS!” Spitfire’s vision was getting blurred by tears. Her stiff wings couldn’t fend off Fluttershy’s fingers no matter how much they flapped.

Fluttershy went all over Spitfire’s hot spots, switching between digging into her wingpits, squeezing her hips, spidering over her abs, and scribbling in her armpits, trying to keep the same energetic pace the entire time. She always changed how long she stayed at a particular spot to keep her guessing.

“AAAAHAHAA OH FUCK OH FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK!” Spitfire’s whole body jumped off the bed every single time Fluttershy swapped to a different place. She shook her head from side to side, splattering her tears onto the nearby pillows as she let out more mad cackling.

With one last squeeze of her hips, Fluttershy moved down to Spitfire’s feet, tickling all over with wild abandon. “A-tickle tickle tickle! No escaping the tickles! Especially when I know aaaaall your tickle spots...”

Spitfire nearly went breathless with laughter. She was able to freely wiggle and curl her toes, and kick and scrunch her feet, but none of it was able to spare her feet from Fluttershy’s wicked fingers. Her toes twitched and splayed out through no control of her own, and Fluttershy took full advantage by snaking her fingers in between whenever she got the opportunity.

Fluttershy could hear Spitfire struggle to breathe, and let up on the tickling. “Um, How was that? You’re okay, right?”

Spitfire let out a few wheezy chuckles as she gasped for air. “Heheh…I think you and I are gonna be real good friends...”

“You really think so?”

“Definitely. And I know the other Wonderbolts would love to learn something from you, too,” Spitfire said with a wink.

Fluttershy still had a few reservations about being introduced to the rest of the Wonderbolts like this, but it also felt exciting.

“Aaand if I’m ever in the mood for a good tickling and I have the time, I know who to go to,” Spitfire smirked, seeing Fluttershy blush while in her own fantasy world. “But allow me to pay you back for all the fun…”

A couple of days later, Rainbow Dash stretched out her wings as she walked out of the barracks, lining up with the rest of her team.

“Alright, listen up!” Spitfire said, marching in front of them. “Before we get started with our training, I want to introduce someone new on our team. So! I’d like you all to meet Fluttershy!”

The mare in question landed delicately next to Spitfire, giving a little wave to the others, grinning when she spotted Rainbow Dash in the lineup.

“Wait WHAT?!” Rainbow Dash blurted out, quickly shutting herself up before she was chastised for the outburst.

“While she’s not an official member of the team, she IS going to be helping out for our endurance exercises. So you better treat her with respect, got it?!”

“YES, MA’AM!”

“So, how about we give her a little welcoming treat?” Spitfire gave Fluttershy a sly poke to the sides, making her squeak.

The other members smirked, slowly walking out of formation to approach the new pegasus. Rainbow Dash was hesitant, but followed behind, welcoming the change of pace.

“Not you, Crash.” Spitfire grabbed onto Dash’s arm, pulling her off to the side. “You’re all mine.”

“Ah fuck…”

As the other Wonderbolts grabbed onto Fluttershy’s limbs, and gently laid her down on the grass, Spitfire pinned Dash down, raising her arms above her head to sit down on them. She hovered her hands above Dash, before skittering into her pits.

“AAAAHAHAHA WHYHYHYHY?!” Rainbow immediately started squealing and kicking her legs around, unable to throw Spitfire off due to the lack of leverage.

The Wonderbolts were quick to remove Fluttershy’s shoes and socks, and even quicker to start tickling. They attacked from all angles, pairs of hands from mares and stallions alike scribbling all over her stomach, sides, ribs, armpits, hips, and feet.

Fluttershy practically screamed with blissful laughter. Her body was unsure of where to turn with all the sudden stimulation from all sides.

With the position she was in to keep her pinned, Spitfire was limited to tickling Dash’s upperbody, but she didn’t let that limit her. She danced her fingers along her sides, crawling all the way back up to her pits. “You should count yourself lucky, Dash, it’s just you and me this time. Unless you wanna swap…”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Dash shook her head as she wiggled her hips from side to side. She looked over to see the Wonderbolts surrounding Fluttershy like they would her. Her thoughts about what brought her here were constantly interrupted by Spitfire giving her sides a squeeze.

The Wonderbolts refused to let up, shoving each other to take a place and a chance to tickle the new girl, to see how loud she’d laugh or how much she’d struggle. Soarin’ and Surprise took turns scribbling their fingers on Fluttershy’s feet, while Thunderland and Fleetfoot dug their fingers into her wingpits and armpits.

“EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEP! YAAAHAHAHAHA!” Fluttershy hardly noticed the fighting. Her eyes were closed tight as the sheer amount of tickling overwhelmed her. All the scribbles and pokes to her stomach and sides blended together.

Spitfire’s fingers danced across Dash’s stomach, the uniform allowing her to easily slide across the grooves of her abs. “You know Dash, I think your friend is right. Your laugh is pretty adorable. Coochie coochie coo...”

Pomf!

As Dash’s wings popped open, her cheeks started to burn red from the verbal teasing from her captain.

“Well, what do we have here? A pair of wings just begging to be tickle tickled…” Spitfire chuckled. It was a bit embarrassing to say out loud, especially with the rest of the team nearby, but it was well worth it to run her fingers through Dash’s wings.

“GAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THERE! NOHOHOT THAHAHAT!” Dash pleaded, stamping on the ground. It was difficult to focus on, but she definitely heard Spitfire say that Fluttershy told her she had an adorable laugh. She didn’t want to imagine what else Fluttershy might have let slip about her.

As a few of the members brushed their wings against Fluttershy’s feet, she could hear them making observations over her own, and Dash’s, laughter.

“Ooh, she’s a real ticklish one!”

“And cute, too!”

“Her feet are super soft!”

“Move! I wanna tickle her wings next!”

“Let’s try between her toes!”

Fluttershy’s mind was getting fuzzy, losing herself in the seemingly endless barrage of tickles all over. She didn’t need to look at Rainbow Dash to know she was most certainly furious at her, but none of that mattered right now.

Fluttershy could feel dozens of fingers squeezing, poking, and wiggling all over her most sensitive spots while feathery wings glided over her soles. She heard little teases and compliments about how cute she was. Every bit of movement she tried offered no relief. Each breath she took was only to let out more heavy laughter. It all tickled so much.

And it was wonderful.

Author's Note

Next Time: The Adventure