“See anything you like?”

Fluttershy kept looking around the room. There were so many different bondage setups that she could imagine herself in, the choice was almost overwhelming. “Oh, I’m not sure…! There’s just…a lot of choices…”

“Perhaps I could make a suggestion, then, Miss Shy?” Dreamy Daze said, already having a few ideas in mind.

“You know you can just call me ‘Fluttershy’,” the pegasus giggled, “But…I’m alright with being surprised!”

“Then please, follow me. I think I have a fun idea in mind…”

Dreamy led Fluttershy to one of the corners of the tickle room set in the back of a Canterlot tavern, gesturing to his chosen bondage setup. Dangling from the ceiling were a set of chains attached to a long, metal bar. The bar itself had its own chains hanging from each end and its center, with padded leather cuffs and spreader bars dangling from those chains.

“I figure it’d be fun to do something while in suspension,” Dreamy explained. “Plus being lifted off the floor like this gives plenty of access to other areas…”

Fluttershy felt Dreamy’s fingers wiggling right between her wings, making her squeal and dance around in place. “Eeeheeheek! Ooh, that sounds like fun!”

Dreamy nodded with a soft chuckle. “Well, just strip down to your comfort level while I go prepare, then I’ll get you strapped in.”

The stallion turned away to gather his tools on the other side of the room, allowing the mare a little bit of privacy to start taking off her clothes.

Fluttershy was already planning on being nude, to allow Dreamy to do whatever he pleased, but actually stripping down was a lot less nerve-wracking when she wasn’t actively being watched. She started to fantasize about what sort of fate awaited her as she kicked off her flats and pulled down her skirt.

Dreamy came back with his selection of tools, seeing that Fluttershy was completely naked, and surprisingly, with a face not completely blushing red yet. He tried to keep as much of the tickle tools as hidden as he could, though he already saw Fluttershy’s eyes naturally wander to his arms due to curiosity.

Fluttershy managed to catch a glimpse of a paintbrush, a bottle of oil, and the handle to something before Dreamy quickly threw up a wing to hide it all from view.

“Ah ah ah, don’t spoil the surprise for yourself,” Dreamy playfully chided. “Now lemmie help you get strapped in.”

Dreamy hid the tools underneath the tickle room’s bed, just in case Fluttershy was still trying to sneak a peek. He lowered the bondage contraption closer to the floor to make things easier for both of them.

Fluttershy put her hands through the cuffs so that Dreamy could fasten them, then Dreamy wrapped the strap around her midsection, right underneath her ribcage. The most difficult part was getting her feet secured. Difficult for Fluttershy to keep balancing on one foot while Dreamy secured the cuffs, and difficult for Dreamy to have Fluttershy’s bare foot so close to his face and constantly resisting the urge to tickle it right away.

Though now Fluttershy was fully strapped in, dangling just above the floor, the soft amount of momentum swinging her from side to side. With one quick pull of the chain from Dreamy, Fluttershy was lifted up so that she was more at eye level with her tickler.

“Everything all good, Fluttershy?”

Fluttershy gave her new predicament a few test tugs and wiggles. The spreader bars at her wrists and ankles made moving her limbs more difficult, but the strap around her midsection attached to the middle of the bar made sure her body wasn’t completely sagging due to gravity. She felt cozy and secure, although maybe a little dizzy already from the swaying. “I think so…Do your worst!”

Dreamy chuckled, it was pretty unexpected to hear such confidence defiance coming out of the normally timid Fluttershy, but it was a pleasant surprise. He stood at Fluttershy’s side, looking at all the exposed spots on her naked body, playfully wiggling his fingers right above her body, going up and down, so close to tickling her ribs, or her stomach.

Fluttershy kept her eyes on Dreamy’s hands the whole time. Her wings tittered just a little bit whenever it looked like Dreamy was about to start tickling her, only to see him move on to a different potential target. The anticipation was already making her squirm and giggly. The way she was suspended, each little wiggle she did made her whole body sway, rocking back and forth.

“Mmm, whaaaaaat aboooout…” Dreamy teased, now giving little taps to her sides to make her jolt a little bit more before the main act. “...Here!” The pegasus started with a squeeze to Fluttershy’s hips.

“Eeeeeheeheeheeheek!” Fluttershy’s whole body was getting into motion now, her quiet giggles turned into more active squeaks, her body instinctively trying to break out of Dreamy’s grasp.

“A-tickle tickle tickle, Fluttershy!” Dreamy sang, digging his fingers at different points on Fluttershy’s upperbody, getting at her hips, sides, and ribs. His hands moved at different paces, just to make the poor pegasus squirm more. While one hand was skittering at her side, the other was sneaking in between her ribcage.

The different targeted tickle attacks made Fluttershy’s thrashing more extreme. Her upper half moved one direction to avoid Dreamy’s hand while her lower half moved in the other direction to try and get away from the other. The opposing forces canceled each other out, so instead of swinging around in suspension, she was stuck hanging mostly in place, only making it easier for Dreamy to tickle her.

“Soooo many spots for me to tickle, huh? And I’m gonna get to them aaaaall…” Dreamy spidered and sprawled his fingers across her stomach. “Like this cute tummy of yours, how it wiggles around while you laugh…”

Fluttershy’s cheeks started to burn red thanks to Dreamy’s verbal teasings, as she was doing exactly what the stallion was currently describing. Her stomach bounced around as she giggled helplessly, her wings starting to stiffen up as the set of fingers skittered around, each time he dipped a finger into her navel, she let out a much higher squeal.

Dreamy’s soft chuckles were overshadowed by Fluttershy’s more intense squeaks. “Oh, and I can’t forget that wonderful adorable laugh of yours! The cute little giggles you make when it starts, like you’re trying to hold back all the tickles, but then it explodes into a biiiig adorable mess of laughter when the tickles get reeeaaaal intense like-PBBBBTH!” In the middle of his teasing monologue, Dreamy’s head quickly dove down to buzz his lips against Fluttershy’s stomach.

“GYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Caught off-guard, Fluttershy threw her head back and screamed. The chains that kept her hanging from the ceiling made a rattling racket from her shaking, though her howling laughter was much louder.

Fluttershy kept trying to twist her body to break free, but Dreamy kept his hands on her hips to mitigate a bit of the thrashing, and a few squeezes whenever he lifted up his head to take a breath helped make sure that the laughter kept flowing.

“EEEEEE! AHAHAHAHA IT TIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIICKLES!” No matter how much Fluttershy hopped around, she couldn’t escape Dreamy’s dreaded raspberries.

“Oh, I bet it does…” Dreamy chuckled, “Then I wonder how much this’ll tickle…”

“W-what are you gonnaaaAAAA!?” Before Fluttershy could finish her sentence, Dreamy pressed his muzzle against her body again, though this time his lips were buzzing a little higher than her stomach, right in her cleavage, to be precise.

Fluttershy’s cheeks immediately turned a deeper shade of red, her giddy giggles were mixed in with surprised and shaky moans. The motorboating definitely tickled, but the feeling put in between her breasts gave her tingles down her spine and made her toes curl up. “Nnnn! O-Oooohoohoohoohoo…A-Aaahaa! Oh my gooooosh!”

Dreamy raised up his head to take another quick breath, his cheeks also showing a considerable amount of blush, before he eagerly dove his head back into her cleavage. With his hands free, he decided to attack one of the few places on Fluttershy’s upperbody he had yet to tickle today.

Fluttershy closed her eyes as she let the pleasuring tickles take over, her squirming kept to a minimum as she giggled. “Aaaah! O-Oh…t-thahahahat feels sohohoHOHOHOHOHAAAHAHAHAHA!” The relaxation was cut short as she felt those evil fingers of Dreamy dig into her exposed armpits, restarting her thrashing fit.

“Hmhmhm, I didn’t quite catch that, it feels so what, Fluttershy?” Dreamy smirked, raking into those smooth hollows before going back to motorboating her.

“BAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I-IT FEEHEEHEELS SOHOHOHO TIHIHIHIHIHICKLY!” Fluttershy tried to protect her pits, but the spreader bar at her wrists kept her arms apart, and the chains kept them above her head. She arched her back as she tried to fight against the tickles.

Dreamy noticed that Fluttershy was pushing her belly upwards in an attempt to protect her armpits, which gave him a quick idea. His wing popped open, sweeping up and down her belly while skittering into her pits.

“AHAHAHAHAAAACK! NO NO NONONOHOHOHOHO!” Feeling a soft set of feathers run across her gave Fluttershy a shock as she immediately tried to defend her tummy, sucking in her stomach as much as she could.

Of course, all that did was bring her armpits back up and make it easier for Dreamy to tickle, and he simply retaliated by digging harder into those pits.

The armpit tickling made Fluttershy instinctively raise up her belly again, which got her a brush to the belly, making her raise her arms back up, getting her armpits tickled again in a viciously ticklish cycle.

Though through her willpower, she managed to break the cycle of switching between armpit and belly tickles. The next time she arched her back, she kept it there, even after getting a full brushing from Dreamy Daze’s wing.

Now that Fluttershy was now actively trying to get tickled, Dreamy figured it was as good a time as any to reward her a bit. His muzzle dove back in to buzz his lips in Fluttershy’s cleavage, his fingers stayed at her armpits, though occasionally did a quick dig at her ribs, and his wing slowly slid up and down her stomach. “Oh, does Fluttershy want even mooooore tickles?” He teased between a breath and raspberry.

“EEHAHAHAHAHA! A-AAAAHAHAA! Y-YEHEHEHEHEHES! T-TIHIHICKLE MEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” Fluttershy howled with hysterical laughter, more horny moans slipping out between her laughs, getting more and more needy with each stroke, scribble, and buzz.

“Then I’m more than happy to tickle you more,” Dreamy winked. “There’s still plenty of other spots that need to be tickled…” The stallion leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Like those perfectly soft feet of yours…”

“Eeeeheehee…” Fluttershy’s toes already started to curl. "Oh, my feet are soooooo ticklish…"

"Hehe, I know…" Dreamy ducked out of Fluttershy’s view for a minute, before popping up again in front of Fluttershy’s feet.

Fluttershy turned and twisted her body. She could tell that Dreamy was holding something in his hands, but she couldn’t tell what. The only hint of what he was holding was when it was being directly used on her foot. “EEEHAHAHAAA!” Whatever it was, it had a fine sharp point that was being dragged across her sole. She could narrow it down to a few things, though the constant tickling kept her mind frazzled.

Dreamy idly hummed to himself, moving the currently unknown tool at a slow pace, making figure-eights on her right foot.

Fluttershy was occupied with trying to figure out what was currently tickling her, but she had a few ideas in mind. Her suspicions were confirmed when the sharp, pinpoint tickling suddenly flipped into a broader, softer sensation. There was no doubt in her mind Dreamy had a quill in his hand.

“Mmm, these feet of yours are so big and soft, it’s no wonder why they keep getting tickled…” Dreamy mused. “You must have gotten your feet tickled so many times…so many stories could be written about your ticklish feet…but maybe we can just settle for having a story written on your ticklish feet.”

Fluttershy began to blush again, hearing Dreamy gushing over her feet, but his last words gave her a few tingles. She felt the pointed side of the quill press against the side of her foot, getting a sharp stroke downward to make her squeal.

“Fluttershy…was a beautiful…timid…pegasus…” Dreamy said aloud, writing his little story on Fluttershy’s right foot. “And she just…loved…to be tickled…”

“EEEEHEEHEE! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Fluttershy’s feet squirmed as she felt the sharp quill writing across her foot, going from left to right. She couldn’t actually tell if Dreamy was actually writing what he was saying. It seemed like a lot of words to put on just one foot.

“Ya gotta keep still, Fluttershy! My handwriting’s bad enough as it is without my parchment moving on me!” Dreamy playfully chastised, before resuming his writing. “The cute pegasus loved being tickled everywhere, especially on those sexy and smooth feet of hers…”

“Heeheeheeheehee! A-Are you suhuhuhure you’re not just w-writing about yoursehehehelf?” Fluttershy fired back, managing a smug smirk through her giggly laughs.

Dreamy opened his mouth to retort, but came up with nothing, only punishing Fluttershy’s snark by swiping the feather underneath her toes before he continued writing. “One day, Fluttershy asked for tickles from the best tickler…and sexiest pegasus she knew…Dreamy Daze…”

Part of Fluttershy’s laughter was due to Dreamy’s corny writing. How he managed to write and say that with a straight face was beyond her.

Dreamy started writing on Fluttershy’s other foot. “Luckily, Dreamy knew all of the pegasus’s tickle spots. And the amazing and handsome stallion had plenty of ideas…to make the cute mare squeal.”

The intensity of Fluttershy’s laughter varied depending on where Dreamy was “writing”, though his claim of knowing all her tickle spots was certainly no bluff. He made sure to take his time whenever the quill tip was at the ball of her foot or the center of her sole to really draw out the laughs. “NAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“He would motorboat her tender breasts, scribble his fingers in her armpits, squeeze her hips, and she would love every moment of it…and beg for more. And for her feet…he would…” Dreamy pursed his lip and pouted. “Ah dang, ran out of space,” he mused, tapping the quill tip against her heel.

“Hah…aha…ehehe…” Fluttershy giggled, gasping for air with the one break that had been granted to her.

“Mm, well, I guess the story was better in my head, anyway,” Dreamy playfully shrugged. “I guess you’ll figure out the ending soon enough. What I have planned next does require your feet to be clean, so…”

“E-Eeeep…” Fluttershy shuddered, knowing full well what Dreamy was alluding to.

Sure enough, Fluttershy’s soles were met with the harsh bristles of a scrubbing brush. “GYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAAAA!”

“I really hope I didn’t accidentally use the permanent ink,” Dreamy joked. “Might have to scrub a little harder just in case…”

Fluttershy could kinda tell that Dreamy was joking about the permanent ink thing, but was still not sure if there actually was a mini story written on her soles. Though the way Dreamy was scrubbing, maybe there really was something on her feet he was trying to get off.

“Hold on, Fluttershy, I’m aaaalmost done!” Dreamy chuckled. “Just gotta get the last few words off…If you just kept your feet still…”

Much to Fluttershy’s horror, she felt Dreamy pushing her toes back. “Oh no…no no no no NOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! Y-YEHEHEHEHES!” Her panicked tone quickly changed into enthusiastic joy once the stiff bristles scrubbed her sole.

“Almost there, I promise, just a few more scrubs…!”

“EEHAHAHAHAAA! OH MY GOHOHOHOHOSH! EEEHAHAHAHA IT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” Fluttershy’s toes wiggled and curled against Dreamy’s palm, instinctively trying to curl up her foot to get some relief from the relentless scrubbing of the brush. Each quick dash up and down made her entire body shudder with ticklish pleasure.

“Aaand done!” Dreamy announced, taking a step back to admire his work. “I think your feet are even cleaner than they were before they came in here! Maybe a little redder, but…”

“H-Hehehehe…s-so…what did they need to be cleaned up for?” Fluttershy giggled, finally able to wiggle her tired toes.

Dreamy was courteous enough to show Fluttershy the tools he was about to use next. She recognized the paintbrush and bottle of oil that she spotted from earlier. “Well, I’m pretty sure ink and oils don’t mix well. I dunno, Flicker’s more of the artist than I am,” Dreamy shrugged.

Fluttershy giggled, “I’m sure it’ll make a good story for my soles, at least…”

“Hah, I guess so. Then let’s get to making art!” Dreamy popped open the bottle, pouring a generous amount down her feet.

Fluttershy let out a shudder as the cool liquid drizzled down her feet. She wiggled her toes to make sure that it got in between.

“Well, I’m glad to see you and I are thinking alike,” Dreamy chuckled. “Here, lemmie help you out…” With brush in hand, Dreamy carefully spread out Fluttershy’s toes to let the soft bristles slide in between.

“Eeeeee! Nnnf…Oh my gohohohohosh…” Fluttershy let out another fit of giggles as Dreamy did his brushwork. The soft bristles between her toes wasn’t as tickly as the harsher scrubbing brush, but the oil was already starting to work into her feet. Each subsequent stroke tickled more than the last.

Dreamy was quite thorough in getting the oil over all Fluttershy’s toes and soles, using long and slow brushstrokes to get into the places that would ordinarily be hidden between the pegasus wrinkling up her feet. Of course, the extra sweeps all around didn’t hurt either.

Fluttershy slowly grew from bubby giggles to a stream of laughter. Her legs instinctively tried to kick, but the spreader bar at her ankles made it difficult for her to do much in the way of struggling. Her attempts at flailing about were emphasized by the rattling of the chains from the suspension bar.

The stallion continued to spread the oil all over Fluttershy’s feet, even bringing the brush to the tops of her feet for good measure. Once Dreamy got the paintbrush down to her heels, Fluttershy thought that Dreamy was finished with coating her feet in the sensitizing oil…until he started going past her ankles and up her calf.

“Oh, you think that the oil was only meant for your feet?” Dreamy smirked as he brushed up Fluttershy’s leg, making a beeline towards her midriff. “Don’t be silly, there’s plenty to go around…and around…and around…”

“Eeehahahahahaaa! No no no NONOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEK!” Fluttershy’s thrashing upped in intensity as Dreamy circled the brush around her bellybutton, each lap tickling more than before. It wasn’t totally consistent, all the thrashing and heavy belly laughs made it so Dreamy wasn’t making perfect circles, but the broad brush head made sure that he was still covering the same general area each time.

An extra helping of oil drizzled on her belly didn’t hurt, either.

“Don’t worry, I won’t forget about your feet, I just have all of this space to tickle,” Dreamy said, now methodically covering the rest of Fluttershy’s upperbody with the oil. “I’d be a shame not to use it, right?”

Fluttershy felt the brush going all around her midriff, her constant twisting and jerking around making the slow strokes tickle even more than they normally would, though part of that was an intentional ploy on Fluttershy’s part.

Of course, Dreamy was not one to overlook Fluttershy’s more sensitive areas, that’s why he saved them for last.

“AaaaAAAAaaaaaAHA!” A chill washed over Fluttershy’s entire body as she felt the mixture of soft bristles and cool oil touch her sensitive breasts. “O-Ooooh…oh gosh…Eeeeee! D-Dreamyyyyy!” The pegasus began to break out in a mix of giggles and moans again, and just like how the oil made each tickle more intense, it turned what would normally elicit a tiny moan from the pegasus into a heavy shudder.

“Yes, Fluttershy?” Dreamy looked over to the mare’s reddening face as he slid the brush in between her cleavage. “Is there something on your mind?”

“Gaaaaaah! OoOOOOoooh!” Fluttershy’s body spasmed when the brush passed over her stiff, perky nipples, temporarily scrambling up her mind. “AaaAAAAH! I-It’s sooooOOOOooo GOOOOD!”

“Mmm, I bet it is,” Dreamy nodded, finishing up his oil coverage with some swirls in her taut, exposed armpits. “Must be driving you crazy how every single stroke makes you even more ticklish than before…if I had enough of this stuff, I think even the slightest breeze would send you into a giggling fit…You’d probably love that, wouldn’t you?”

Fluttershy couldn’t really tell if Dreamy was being entirely serious, though with the way he was swirling the brush in her pits, making her howl and cry with laughter, she was convinced that such a sensitivity could be possible, and it sounded very exciting if it was true. “EEEEHAHAHAHAAAA! Y-YEHEHEHEHEHES!”

With one last quick scribble to her armpits, Dreamy finally raised the brush. “There we go, now most of your most ticklish spots are extra sensitive!” he beamed, proud of his work.

Fluttershy squirmed around, though the cool room’s breeze blowing through her toes wasn’t getting her to squeal in laughter, there was a definite tingle at her toes that was mirrored at her crotch.

“Though…I think I’m forgetting a few important tickle spots…”

“Hm?” Fluttershy tried to think, he definitely got her feet, butt, thighs, stomach, ribs, sides, breasts, and armpits, what else was missing?

Dreamy got on his knees, slowly walking underneath the suspended Fluttershy, directly dipping the paintbrush into the oil.

When Dreamy disappeared from view, Fluttershy began to fidget and turn to try and see what he was doing. It wasn’t until she felt the familiar cool and soft sensation that she realized what his evil plan was. It started around the center of her back, right between her wings. “EeeEEEE! O-Oh no…”

“Oh yeah, you didn’t think I’d just neglect your wings, did you? Admittedly, I don’t know if this’ll be as effective on pegasus wings, so this’ll be a fun little experiment for both of us,” Dreamy chuckled.

“NAAHAAAAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEEHAHAHAHAHA!” Not being able to see just where Dreamy was going to tickle next left Fluttershy on the edge. Her wings weren’t put under any straps or sleeves, so they were the most active part of her ticklish thrashing, flapping wildly and out of sync, causing more violent rocking around in suspension.

“I probably would’ve asked Flicker to test this, but I guess I’ve been too shy to ask,” Dreamy joked as he ran the paintbrush against Fluttershy’s spread out wings, trying not to fray the ends of the bristles too much against her rapidly flapping wings.

Fluttershy could feel the oil sinking in and coating her feathery wings, and thankfully for both pegasi, the oil was certainly making her more ticklish, reflected by her heavier laughter and more frantic flaps.

Through Fluttershy’s wild swinging and flapping, and the slightly back and neck straining position, Dreamy managed to cover both sides of her wings with the oil. “Aaaand, there! Now we’re ready for the real fun!”

“Ah…aha…r-real fun?” Fluttershy shivered, wondering what the pegasus had in store next.

“Mmhm…Gotta make the most out of all that oil I used after all…”

Dreamy re-appeared into Fluttershy’s view, immediately noticing something different about his appearance. He was now wearing a pair of gloves, though the palms were lined with plastic hairbrush bristles, and the fingers had a much fuzzier texture to them.

“...Oh gosh…” Just looking at the gloves gave Fluttershy tingles.

“Aaand, let’s start with those cute feet of yours…” Dreamy walked over, standing in front of Fluttershy’s feet, running his palms against the oily soles.

Fluttershy instantly exploded with babbling laughter and screaming. The round, plastic-tipped bristles glided so easily against her hyper-sensitive feet. She kicked and thrashed, but the spreader bar at her ankles made it hard for her feet to get away, or even kick Dreamy in the face.

“Ooh, that’s promising…” Dreamy grinned in delight as he continued to scrub at her soles, the bristles doing a swift job at turning those yellow soles a fine blushing pink. “And I just started, Fluttershy, I still have all the rest of your oiled up body to tickle…”

“GYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!” The pegasus jerked around and swung her limbs with wild abandon, making a cacophony of rattling from the chains holding her from the ceiling.

“I bet it dooooees…” Dreamy teased in a sing-song tone, finally sliding his fingers between her toes.

The struggling from Fluttershy seemed to die down a little bit, all the rocking around from suspension was taking a physical toll on her. Though it didn’t decrease the volume of her laughter by any bit, especially with Dreamy aiming for her toes. The stallion’s fingers alone would be enough to get her screaming, but the fuzzy texture on the gloves added a whole new ticklish layer. Any amount of wiggling or curling simply made the tickling worse for her.

Dreamy hummed to himself as he wiggled his fingers in between each open spot between her toes, only having some mild difficulty due to Fluttershy’s attempts at kicking and squirming.

“EEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAAAA! AAAHAAA MY TOHOHOHOHOHOES!” Fluttershy’s head leaned backwards, sweat and tears dripping down from her head, her toes splayed out in shock as she weakly bounced her legs up and down.

“So it definitely works on your feet, let’s see where else these gloves work…” Dreamy didn’t stop the tickling entirely, he took his sweet time taking his fingers out from between her toes, causing plenty of squeals.

With his wiggling fingers free, Dreamy advanced upwards on Fluttershy’s body, going after those outstretched, stiff wings of hers.

Fluttershy could tell from where Dreamy was looking what was about to happen next, and though she tried as hard as she could, she wasn’t able to fold her wings back in to prevent the inevitable fingers ruffling through her feathers.

“Oh, these wings definitely need a good preening…” Dreamy said with an evil grin, running his fingers through the entire length of her oiled up wings.

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUUUUCH!” Fluttershy cackled, flapping her wings to try and dodge the tickling.

“Flap all you want, Fluttershy, you’re not escaping the tickles…” To make his point, Dreamy focused his tickling towards the base of her wings, switching between the fuzzy fingers and the bristly palms.

“EEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAAAA! GYAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAAAAAAN’T! A-AAAAAH!” An aroused moan slipped out at the end of her hysterical laughing fit, complete with a little needy thrust of her hips.

Fluttershy’s horniness did not go unnoticed by Dreamy, as he popped open one of his wings with a soft chuckle. “I know you can, Fluttershy, just a little bit longer, ok?”

Dreamy’s fluffy wing touched down against her naked body, his soft feathers brushing against her flank and inner thigh. “HNNNGH! A-AAAAHAAA! OH MY GOOOOSH!” She started humping the air more, swinging from suspension as she tried to hasten her orgasm.

“Your body is so sensitive now…you must be so desperate to cum…” Dreamy cooed as he got his wing feathers a little closer to her pussy. “All this tickling and teasing must be driving you craaaaazy…”

“YEHEHEHES! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUUUCH! I-I WANNA CUHUHUHUM SO BAHAHAHAD!” She pleaded, curling her toes and panting heavily.

“Mmm, I guess you deserve it, I mean, you are a ticklish cutie, aren’t you?”

“I-I AHAHAHAHAHAM! I’M A TIHIHIHIHICKLISH CUTIE!” Fluttershy immediately blurted out, fueled by desperation as she felt the feathers barely touching her pussy.

“Hmhmhmm, so you are…” Dreamy swept his wings against her pussy, sliding his feathers against her slit as he dug into her wings, scribbling and scrubbing all over.

A relieved, cathartic scream left Fluttershy’s lips, followed by plenty of giddy laughs and horny moans, thankful for the feathery pleasure as she was granted her orgasm. She bucked her hips upward one more time with a powerful moan, squirting on Dreamy’s wing.

Dreamy gradually slowed down the tickling, slipping off the tickle gloves as he went back to her feet to give her soles a loving aftercare massage. “So, did you enjoy yourself, Fluttershy?”

“Mmmm…a-aah…” It took a few moments for Fluttershy to come back to reality from relaxing in her post-orgasm haze. “M…more…”

Dreamy let out a short chuckle, pressing his thumbs into her blushing arches. “More? I just gave you a tickle-fueled orgasm and you’re already asking for more?”

“Ehehehehe…” Fluttershy giggled sheepishly as she scrunched up her soles.

“Ever the tickle-masochist…” Dreamy playfully rolled his eyes. “Well, don’t worry, Fluttershy. I definitely have more planned for you…”

Author's Note

Done in...honestly relatively quick time in celebration of Fluttershy Day. That'll teach her for being so cute!

No real big story in this quickie.

Is this a canon thing for either series of stories I have going, or just a crossover done for fun? Shrug.

Happy (I'm totally not late for) Fluttershy Day.

"I'll just make a quick short story," the author says, making the supposed quickie as long, or even longer than some of the early chapters in the series.

Next time will be The Diplomat for realsies, though.