Fluttershy sprinted through Ponyville, kicking up the dirt behind her with her sandals, apologizing to everyone she accidentally bumped along the way. She was so foolish, she had spent way too much time taking care of the cubs, and she had totally forgotten about her spa date with Rarity!

She was at least grateful for all those regular workouts with Rainbow Dash. She would have never kept a sprint for this long if it wasn’t for her training. She wasn’t exactly pro athlete material, but the running drills as well as the reward had increased her endurance significantly.

At last, Fluttershy saw the spa just ahead. Rarity was standing outside, facing the door, rubbing the back of her neck. When Fluttershy reached her friend, she skidded to a halt, not completely exhausted, but panting as she started to apologize. “Rarity...I’m so...sorry I’m late...I completely forgot…” The adrenaline from the shock of being late and the sprinting in sandals made Fluttershy’s body tense, sweaty, and slightly sore. An expert massage and steam seemed heavenly right now…

Rarity turned around, looking at her worriedly. “Oh, Fluttershy, sweetie! No need to apologize. I’m afraid we won’t be able to have our spa-date this week after all…” she said sadly, gesturing to the door.

Fluttershy walked closer, finding a note from Aloe and Lotus. “Terribly sorry, but due to an unfortunate incident involving the jacuzzi, lava shells, and all of the massage tables, we are temporarily closed until further notice.” she read aloud. “Oh no, that’s awful!”

“Yes...well, until they manage to fix this, I’m afraid that it may be quite a while until we’re able to have a proper spa treatment.” Rarity nodded sadly.

Fluttershy let out a dejected sigh, hanging her head by the door. All that rushing and sprinting for nothing.

Rarity stroked her chin, seeing how distraught her friend was. “Hrmmm...however...just because we can’t have our spa date here, doesn’t mean that we still can’t have one!”

Fluttershy turned around, “What do you mean?”

“Well, if you’d like, we could try giving each other spa treatments. I do have some things back at home that we could try. It may not be as luxurious as a session here, but I’d say it’s better than nothing, wouldn’t you?”

Wiping off some of the sweat on her forehead, Fluttershy started to smile. She loved the spa treatments, but she really enjoyed the time she spent with Rarity more. “I’d love that, thank you, Rarity!”

Rarity playfully scoffed. “Oh, think nothing of it, alright? Let’s get back to my place, shall we?” she smiled, walking side by side with Fluttershy as the two talked about their day.

After exchanging stories, the two made it into Carousel Boutique, where Rarity put up a sign noting that she was currently busy. That way no one could disturb their special session.

“Well, before we get started, how about you take a shower and refresh yourself a bit?” Rarity suggested, gesturing to Fluttershy’s sweat-stained body.

“Are you sure? I could help you set up…”

“No no, I will be perfectly fine on my own. Can’t have you feeling divine if you don’t even feel clean, now can we? I’ll get you a spare set of clothes for you when you’re done.”

Fluttershy nodded, Rarity did have a point. She made her way upstairs into the bathroom, disrobing before entering the shower. She turned the handle, letting the water flow for a moment before stepping into the stream, letting out a heavy sigh of relief when the water cascaded down her body.

She began to think about what would happen on a regular spa date, particularly the foot massage and pedicure. It was easily the part of the spa date that Fluttershy both loved the most and hated the most. Fluttershy would always be sent into a giggle fit the way Aloe or Lotus rubbed her feet. She tried so hard to keep her laughter and enjoyment in. Luckily, to her relief, the two would always tone it down before she burst out in hysterics. She would look over to Rarity, noticing she was also having trouble keeping the giggles in. It was just so teasingly short; she wanted to ask for it to tickle more, but that would certainly be an odd request to make. She just hoped that she could hide it better when Rarity would be the one giving the massage.

When the whole room was filled with steam, Fluttershy decided that it was time to step out. She stepped out of the shower room, finding her sweaty, ragged clothes replaced by a simple yellow shirt and light violet skirt folded neatly next to her undergarments. She smiled, Rarity was always so considerate. After putting on her new clothes, she made her way downstairs, where Rarity was waiting.

“Ah, you’re finished! Well, I think we’ve gotten most of it set up for our makeshift spa date!” Rarity exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

Fluttershy looked at the set-up, a chair, an ottoman covered in a towel, a basin filled with what she assumed to be soap and salts, nail polish, oil, lotion, a foot file, and nail clippers. All of it was basic stuff for a pedicure.

“Well, I don’t have all the resources the spa does, but I think we can at least manage to do our favorites: a pedicure and massage. Sound good to you?”

Fluttershy nodded, “That sounds lovely, thank you Rarity!”

“Excellent, take a seat and we can begin!”

“Oh, are you sure you don’t want to go first?”

“Ah, ah, ah, I insist that you go! It’s why I had you clean up, after all!”

Fluttershy shrugged, not willing to argue when she could be relaxing instead. She sat down on the chair and propped her bare feet up on the footstool, rubbing her big toes together.

Rarity dragged the basin over, dipping Fluttershy’s feet into the soapy water, letting them soak in. As they soaked, the two continued their conversation about their day. After they soaked for a good five minutes, Rarity took Fluttershy’s right foot out, propping it on the footstool, brandishing the foot file, scrubbing her feet.

Fluttershy slowly exhaled as her feet were being scrubbed, her feet twitching. The scrubbing from the file didn’t tickle as much, but it still sent tingles down her spine. She managed to continue the conversation without her voice making noticeable wavers.

Rarity didn’t seem to notice Fluttershy’s reactions, she was more focused on giving Fluttershy a decent pedicure. When she was done exfoliating her feet, she set her foot back in the bath, taking out the other foot, repeating the process, eliciting similar reactions from before.

Fluttershy figured that she was doing fine so far, nothing tickled as much as she anticipated, although it was a bit disappointing. She shook her head, she was supposed to be relaxing, not trying to seek some perverted fantasy with Rarity! She closed her eyes, her shoulders lowering as she started to relax. However, Rarity suddenly grabbed onto her sole instead of her ankle, the sudden ticklish sensation making her jolt, almost pulling back her foot.

“Oh! Terribly sorry about that Fluttershy, did I startle you?”

“N-No...it’s fine…” Fluttershy quickly replied, her cheeks turning red. She winced, trying to keep her twitching wings still.

Rarity shrugged, continuing to scrub against Fluttershy’s heel, making sure to get the dead skin off. She lets Fluttershy’s feet soak for just a while longer, before taking them out and patting them dry, at the same time, her magic made the tools file and trim her toenails to a suitable length as she squirted a small amount of lotion onto her hand.

Fluttershy’s breaths got slightly more forceful. Despite her attempts to keep tickling out of her mind, the image of Rarity’s manicured nails at her exposed soles was one that kept invading her mind.

Rarity started to rub the lotion onto Fluttershy’s foot, running her palms up her sole and over her foot.

Fluttershy steeled herself, Rarity’s hands going across the top of her feet and across her soles was a light, pleasant sensation, but she knew what was coming soon.

“Alright, this might tickle a bit…” Rarity warned, spreading her toes apart.

A shiver went down Fluttershy’s spine the moment the t-word was uttered, trying to force her wings to stay folded. She’d rather it either tickle a lot, or not tickle at all.

Putting just a little more lotion on her fingertips, Rarity slipped her fingers between Fluttershy’s spread toes.

Fluttershy tried to keep a neutral expression. The keyword being tried; she couldn’t help the few giggles that managed to escape her smiling lips.

With the lotion worked into Fluttershy’s feet, Rarity pressed her thumbs into her heel, moving around in circles, trying to mimic the technique that Aloe and Lotus used as best as she could.

Fluttershy switched from giggles to soft coos of relief. The massage was more relaxing than she thought it would be. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan of happiness, her toes spreading as Rarity hit a few pressure points in just the right way.

Rarity took that little moan as positive feedback, starting to work her way up Fluttershy’s feet. Her thumbs moved to her arches, with one thumb moving up her arch while the other moved down. As she massaged, she kept looking up at Fluttershy to check if she was doing right, her constant checks becoming less frequent as she repeatedly saw Fluttershy’s relaxed smile.

Fluttershy was fine most of the massage, actually able to relax with Rarity’s thumbs pressing into her soles, but it was when Rarity started handling her toes that she struggled keeping her composure, always letting out a little squeal or wiggle. It seemed that when Rarity was focusing on her toes, it felt like every single movement was meant to tickle her. She didn’t know why, but there was just something about the way Rarity handled her toes that made her squirm so much.

As Rarity moved to her toes, she started to notice something that piqued her curiosity. Fluttershy had been squirming and giggling during most of the pedicure, which would be a natural reaction; she knew that Fluttershy was ticklish, and expected a little bit of giggling. But not once has she ever pulled away or asked her to ease up or stop. It was peculiar, but not something she thought needed to be brought up at the moment.

Fluttershy tried to keep her laughter in, her toes flexing as Rarity gently pulled and rubbed them. But try as she might, she still couldn’t stop herself from giggling.

Starting to get more curious, Rarity grabbed onto Fluttershy’s big toes, wiggling them back and forth. “Is everything good, darling? Am I doing alright so far?”

“Yes, the massage is very relaxing, Rarity!” She nodded, her other toes curling up.

“Really?” Rarity raised an eyebrow. “Because to me, it seems that it’s tickling you just a little bit,” she said, slowly dragging her index finger down her sole.

“Eeeee!” Fluttershy squealed, jumping in her seat. Her heart started to race, now she was tickling her on purpose?

“Fluttershy, I knew you were ticklish, but this...” Rarity shook her head, clicking her tongue as she began making a figure-eight on her sole with her finger, noticing that Fluttershy still wasn’t pulling her foot away. “How do Aloe and Lotus give you pedicures if you’re so sensitive?”

“Eeeheehee! I-I can’t help it!” Fluttershy giggled, a lot of the tension from holding back her laughter quickly melting away as she blushed, completely unaware that her wings were now fully spread out.

“In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you actually enjoy being tickled!” she joked, teasingly swiping underneath her toes.

Fluttershy’s giggles stopped in an instant. She felt her heart stop just for a brief moment before racing to make up for lost beats. Did she really figure it out, too? She quickly hid her beet-red face behind her hands and long hair.

Rarity chuckled to herself at her little teasing, before looking up to see how flustered Fluttershy was by that little remark, indicating that there may have been more truth to her statement than she realized. “...Oh.”

“I-I’m so sorry, Rarity! I didn’t mean to make this weird!” she spurted out, pulling back her feet as she curled up on the chair. Her wings wrapped around her body, covering her in a cocoon of shame.

“No, no, no! Fluttershy, this isn’t weird, this is just...unexpected, that’s all.” Rarity got up, walking over to Fluttershy to try to reassure her.

“No, it’s so weird! I tried to hide it but I couldn’t and it feels like I used you!” Fluttershy cried out, her voice muffled by her hands.

“Fluttershy dear, it’s really not that big of a deal,” Rarity said, draping her arm over Fluttershy’s shoulder.

“R-really? It’s not?” Fluttershy peeked out through her wings.

“So you like tickling more than the average pony, so what?” she said with a shrug. “It doesn’t ruin our friendship.”

“It’s...it’s actually kinda more of a fetish…” Fluttershy said, her voice getting softer with each word.

Being friends with Fluttershy so long, Rarity easily picked up what she was saying despite the lowering volume. Upon hearing the very last word, she started to blush as well. “Ah. Well, still, it’s not the end of the world if I know about it. I’m not making fun of you for it, am I?”

Fluttershy slowly shook her head.

“I will not judge you because of your kinks, and I will absolutely keep this a secret between the two of us. And if you’d like, I could even help you...indulge,” Rarity said with a wink.

Fluttershy blinked, showing more of her face. “Y-you’d do that for m-me?” She said, her ears twitching, trying to make absolutely sure she had heard correctly.

“Of course. I may not share your feelings about tickling, but I do know that it’s no good repressing your sexual urges for too long. Plus, I might get some things that I’d love to try on you…”

Fluttershy tried to say something, but she was left speechless. It was nice of Rarity to be so understanding, but her offer to not only help her out, but to also go out of her way to get some tickle tools to torment her with… It was almost too much for her to take in.

Fluttershy squirmed. That was the third time a friend found out her secret now. She was just grateful that Pinkie Pie, Rainbow Dash, and Rarity were so accepting of it. While it was nice to know that she had friends that would help her indulge in her kinks, she just hoped that Rarity was the last one that found out about it.

“But that’s all for when you’re ready. Right now, we have a pedicure to finish up, don’t you agree?” Rarity said, moving back to Fluttershy’s feet.

“Um, yes, but…could you...make it tickle a lot?” Fluttershy said with a grin, wiggling her toes. She figured that was what Rarity was planning anyway, but it couldn’t hurt to make sure. She wasn’t exactly used to asking others to tickle her.

“Oh, alright. But only because your giggles are adorable,” Rarity chuckled, playfully rolling her eyes. She was happy to oblige, skittering her fingernails down her soft soles.

“Eeeeeeheehee! T-thank yooouuu!” she squealed, flapping her wings in delight.

As Rarity repeatedly raked her fingernails down Fluttershy’s arches, she started to think about the whole situation. Fluttershy having a tickling fetish was certainly unexpected, but in retrospect, there were a few hints. When the two had their spa dates and went for a pedicure, no matter how much Fluttershy giggled, she never pulled back her feet, something that Rarity did frequently whenever her own feet were being massaged and it tickled just a little too much. Also, no matter what, whenever she giggled, her wings slowly started to spread out. They were things that she didn’t pick up on back then, but made total sense to her now.

Fluttershy was relieved, not only was Rarity totally fine with her fetish and was going along with it, but it just felt good to laugh out loud instead of restrain herself to giggling. She did feel a little bad that she had turned what was meant to be a pampering pedicure into her personal tickling session, but it seemed that Rarity was also enjoying herself, at least.

Rarity grabbed onto her right ankle to make sure Fluttershy couldn’t pull away. She began tapping her fingers against her toes. “Now, what to do with you, hm?” she pondered out loud, lightly tapping the big toe with her index finger.

Fluttershy giggled nervously, her toes wiggling in anticipation. She watched Rarity’s hands, trying to figure out where they would go and what they would do. Would they lightly scratch at her toes? Would she start at the heel and move up? Maybe she’d slowly drag down her arches?

Rarity smirked, letting the anticipation sink in just a little more before she made her move. She started her attack at her toes. Her thumb and index finger wrapped around her big toe, her middle finger began going back and forth across the stems of her other toes, while her ring finger and pinkie finger stayed curled, scratching against the ball of her foot.

Fluttershy burst out into giggles, trying to curl her toes in Rarity’s grasp as the long, slightly sharp fingernails skittered against her feet. Her wings slowly started to extend again, this time she didn’t make an attempt to push them back down.

Rarity took her other hand off her ankle, now using it to pull back Fluttershy’s toes, preventing them from wiggling. “Oh, Fluttershy, you have the most adorable ticklish toes!” she cooed. “You’ve left me no choice, I have to keep tickle, tickle, tickling them to get you to squeal!” Rarity’s horn lit up, a comb moving from the other side of the room into her hand. She placed the teeth right underneath her toes, sawing back and forth.

Fluttershy let out a high-pitched squeal, trying not to reflexively kick Rarity with her free foot. Her toes desperately tried to wiggle, but were constantly held back by Rarity’s hand pushing against her toes. The comb that was being used on her was a pocket comb, so one half had the teeth closer together than the other half. It was that half that made her laugh the loudest and squirm the most.

Rarity was quick to catch what side was more effective. She changed her grip, grabbing onto the wide tooth side, making sure the finer teeth were used as she stuck the comb between her toes. “Ooh, you like this side of the comb, don’t you?” she teased, “It drives you crazy when it moves back and forth and back and forth and back and forth, doesn’t it?”

“EEEEE! Yehehehes!” Fluttershy started to tear up. Despite her attempts at staying still, she couldn’t help but jolt around, jumping up in her seat and kicking her free leg out. Rarity was surprisingly good at teasing her, her words always managing to give her a good chill down her spine and make her a flustered mess.

“That’s right, laugh for me, Fluttershy,” Rarity said softly, alternating between going underneath and between her toes, each of the finer plastic teeth getting a chance to brush against her sensitive tootsies. “Laugh and tell me who’s a ticklish little pony.”

Fluttershy started to grab parts of her hair, making a few more of her locks popping out of place. “Aaaahahahahaha! Meeeeheeheeheehee!”

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch what you said,” Rarity grinned, speeding up her movements.

“I’m a t-tiiiihihihicklish little pohohohohony! Naaaahahahahahahaha!” Fluttershy screamed, her wings extending to their full length.

Rarity smirked, seeing how much Fluttershy was bouncing in her chair, it was quickly becoming clear that her hands alone would not provide proper restraint.

Fluttershy was having the time of her life, but she just couldn’t shake this odd feeling she had inside. It just seemed like Rarity was having more fun tickling her than she had expected. She wasn’t exactly complaining, but it started to feel like Rarity was just a little too good at tickling her; it was like she had experience doing this sort of thing before.

Suddenly, Rarity let out a gasp, the tickling coming to an immediate stop. “Oh, Fluttershy, I’m terribly sorry!” she said, putting her hands to her cheeks in a melodramatic manner.

“H-huh? Sorry...for what?” Fluttershy said in between gasps for air.

“It appears that despite my best efforts, I didn’t give your feet the proper cleaning they deserve! Why, I can still see a few dirty spots here...and here...and here...and here…” Rarity said, poking various spots on Fluttershy’s feet just to see her react.

Fluttershy jumped in her seat, her feet flinching with each poke. “Eep! A-alright…?”

“I clearly have to do a better job of cleaning them this time!” Rarity said with a grin, pulling out some brushes with her magic.

Fluttershy started stammering. There were four brushes in total. Two rectangular scrubbing brushes, and two rounded hairbrushes. Her feet curled up on instinct. “O-Oh goodness...”

“Now, I have to make sure you stay still, so…” still using her magic, a bundle of black hemp rope came in. It wrapped around Fluttershy’s ankles and under the ottoman, tying a knot underneath. “...Perfect.”

Fluttershy was left speechless, still staring at the brushes. All those bristles, ready to scrub all over her feet… She curled her toes as she gripped onto the arms of the chair.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Rarity got a ball of twine, starting to tie all of Fluttershy’s toes back to the rope around her ankles. “Are you ready, darling?”

Fluttershy let out a little squeak as her toes were tied back one by one. Now unable to curl her toes, she felt both helpless and excited. She slowly nodded, the small smile on her face turning into an enthusiastic grin. “I’m ready, Rarity!”

With Fluttershy’s approval, Rarity began to “clean” Fluttershy’s feet. She decided to start out small, so she took one of the scrubbing brushes. She slipped the handle onto her right hand, so that the bristles faced outward on her palm. She started moving her hand up and down in a slow, but rhythmic pace.

“KYEEEEHEEHEEHEE! YEHEHEHEHES!” Fluttershy squealed, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t force her feet to curl. Because her hands weren’t restrained, she began slapping and pounding the arms of her seat, trying not to scratch it out of courtesy.

“Oh dear, you’re laughing your pretty little head off already? I’m not sure you’re going to be prepared for what I have planned...not that it’s going to stop me,” Rarity grinned. The scrubbing brush began to move faster, her movements becoming smoother rather than the stiff, robotic movements she applied before. She grabbed the bottle of massage oil, drizzling it down Fluttershy’s feet.

Fluttershy’s wings started to twitch, her face starting to turn completely red. In the middle of all her screaming, a little wavering moan snuck in.

Another brush was added. This time it was the rounder hairbrush. Rarity held it in her other hand, placing it on her other foot, making similar motions to the scrubbing brush. They both synced up, moving up and down her feet in tandem. Thanks to the lotion, the bristles had no problem gliding up and down her soles. “So tell me, Fluttershy. Which brush tickles more: the hairbrush, or the scrubbing brush? I’ll give you a moment to decide.”

“AAIIIEEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!” Tears started to stream down Fluttershy’s cheeks. Weak gasps of air were the only thing that interrupted her laughter. Both sensations on her feet competing for her attention. The brushes were similar, but different enough to tickle in their own unique way.

Fluttershy tried to answer Rarity’s question to the best of her ability. “I! I! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! THAAHAHAHA! BAAAHAHAHAHEHEHE!”

“I’ll take it that both of them are equally effective,” Rarity said with a smirk. “Very well, I guess both kinds of brushes will be working on your poor, ticklish feet.” Eventually, Rarity slipped the scrubbing brush off of her hand, now using her magic to control it. Her magic also picked up the remaining scrubbing brush and hairbrush not in use. She shifted around a bit, putting a hairbrush in both hands. She began stroking up and down her arches, mirroring her movement with the other hand. The scrubbing brushes moved upwards, moving back and forth across the ball of her foot.

“Tickle tickle tickle...the brushes tickle soooo much, don’t they, Fluttershy? It doesn’t matter what you do, these brushes are gonna keep tickling allll over your feet. Up and down and up and down and side to side...there’s no escape from the tickles!” Rarity teased, speaking with complete clarity to make sure that Fluttershy heard every devious word she said.

Fluttershy’s body started to tremble. An endless stream of belly-laughs leaving her mouth. Unable to do anything with her arms, she cradled herself, rocking back and forth in her seat. Adrenaline rushed through her body as she felt the pleasure building up, her shivering moans starting to get more frequent.

Both scrubbing brushes focused on her toes. With one brush for each foot, they slid side to side underneath her toes, pressing in deeper to make sure that the bristles snuck their way into the spaces between. Rarity’s magic took control of the brush in her left hand, turning it sideways to stroke across her instep. With a brush still in her right hand, she continued to scrub up and down her sole. Her free left hand started to scribble up and down her foot, the manicured nails stroking the sensitive flesh. “Kitchy kitchy koo…I bet this is all driving you crazy, isn’t it? But you love it, don’t you, Fluttershy? You’re so helpless against every movement my brushes and nails make, but you don’t want it to stop, right? You just want it to keep going and going because it all tickles soooo much...”

Fluttershy’s stiff wings started to shake. Her mind started to get cloudy, the sensations overwhelming her body. Each brush drove her crazy in their own way. Although it was Rarity’s nails and voice that got to her the most. The way her manicured nails raked down her soft soles, easily gliding down due to the massage oil, each little word she said was heard crystal clear over the sound of her own laughter. It tickled so much, and she absolutely loved it. Her laughter soon turned to moans, and it all became too much for her to handle.

“HAAAHAHAAAHAHAHEEHEEHAHA! AAAAAHAHA! AAAH! AAAH! AAAAHHNNNGH!” She lost herself to the orgasmic bliss, bucking her hips as she moaned. When she was finished, she leaned forward, her messed-up hair covering most of her face. Little giggles coming between long gasps for breath. Her toes twitching against the twine.

Rarity knew what those sounds meant, she quickly slowed all the brushes to a complete stop, letting them drop on the floor. She walked over to Fluttershy’s side, parting some of the hair that fell in front of her face. “So? Did you have fun, Fluttershy?” Rarity asked, lifting up Fluttershy’s face to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“R-Rarity...hehehe...Y-you didn’t h-have to do all that…” Fluttershy giggled, still riding her tickle-high, her breathing still uneven.

“You’re right, I didn’t have to,” she nodded. “But I did anyway because...well...we’ve been friends for quite a while, right? We’ve done so much for each other, I figure it would be nice of me to help you out with your fantasies.”

“You...ah...you don’t think it’s weird t-to do that?”

“Well, it’s perhaps a little odd, but I’m fine doing it for such a good friend like you,” Rarity said with a wink.

“So...you wouldn’t mind me asking you to do something like that again?” Fluttershy asked, a small sparkle in her eyes.

Rarity chuckled. “I suppose I could…but maybe you could help me out with some fantasies of mine once in a while, too?”

Fluttershy jumped up, seemingly filled with newfound energy, and wrapped her arms around Rarity, squeezing her tight. “It’s a deal! Oh, thank you, Rarity!”

“The pleasure is all mine, Fluttershy.” Rarity said with a smile, patting her on the back.

“Oh, Rarity!” she exclaimed, breaking the hug. She leaned down grabbing one of the brushes Rarity used earlier, spinning it between her thumb and index finger. “I haven’t given you your pedicure yet!”

Rarity’s eyes widened. “Oh uh...that’s quite alright. We’ve both had our share of fun for today, and I really should get back to designing and sewing!” she said, her voice wavering as she realized what Fluttershy was planning.

“Are you sure? It wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t get a pedicure when I did…” Fluttershy said with a smirk, picking up the half-empty bottle of massage oil.

“D-darling, remember that just because you like to be tickled doesn’t mean that I share the same feelings!” Rarity said, nervously backing away.

“Really? You seemed to have so much fun tickling and teasing me, I just wanted to see how much fun it was myself. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle…at first.”

Author's Note

Thanks to ILS and ProRaindancer for proofreading.

Next time: The Sleepover