It was another beautiful day in the bustling city of Canterlot. Anybody who was anybody was out having a wonderful time enjoying the thriving cities high class culture and rich atmosphere, soaking up the delights many people could only dream of acquiring. However, for the two Royal Sisters, it was the same old routine. When one is exposed to the constantly classy lifestyle day in day out, it’s easy to find it tiresome. Sometimes, one would even envy the lower classes; it was easier for them to do certain things they would take for granted, whether it be look messy, drop a foul word or two, or in the case of the two regal sisters, enjoy a bit of erotic entertainment. There would be one nasty outcry if the Princesses were ever caught doing anything "uncouth", the judging eyes of all those self-proclaimed ladies and gentlemen who are so self-absorbed in their extravagant ways they have long pretended they don't even have bodily functions anymore.
All first world problems aside, Royalty did have its perks. As hard as it was for the two most public faces in all of Equestria to do things with subtlety, with enough funds and enough connections anything was possible. Any number of lucrative pursuits were open to the insanely wealthy, and in the case of the sisters, their quirks lie in the world of tickling. Luna and Celestia had always been thick as thieves; from the age blood started flowing to their nethers, they told each other their darkest secrets. Blood runs thicker than water, and after finding out they both had the same insatiable love of tickling, they got into it, at every chance they had. Whenever their parents were out, whenever it was dark and the lights were down, whenever there was a pillow to muffle the giddy squeals, the girls traded favors with one another, taking turns at tickling each other wild. But alas, as the years progressed, they got bored of one another. Not that they stopped caring about each other or their fetishes, but they knew each other like the back of their hands, and there was no excitement to it anymore.
Every little touchy spot on their bodies was long found and exploited for hours on end. Tickling each other now was simply just a means to pass the time without boring themselves to death. And as time passed, the both of them inheriting the throne and all its wealth, they thought it was due time to search for fresh meat. With a few bits thrown here and there, a handful of posters were created and pasted in the more seedy places of Canterlot. “Tickles for cash”, they said, “money for each hour spent under titillation”. Money enough to stop working for the next few years and sit back and relax, and lo and behold, it was a mere day before someone saw it and took genuine interest in the proposal. A girl by the name of Sweetie Belle, who was all grown up and struggling to find her way in the real world as an out of work singer.
The poster made an offer she could not refuse, and though she had some initial reluctance, she thought, "It was only tickling, nothing bad at all". But Sweetie would soon find out that what the sisters had planned was a bit more insidious and unbearable in nature than what she could have ever initially thought...
Luna and Celestia were livid with excitement. One of their many eyes and ears over the city had reported to them that a poster was taken. This could only mean one thing! That someone had taken the poster out of interest and was on their way now, possibly unwitting as to what was truly coming. The thought of someone simply ripping the poster off the wall as an act of vandalism didn’t occur at all to them; after living such a classy life, the acts of the common folk were often mysterious and without cause from their perspective. So with only this tidbit of information, they changed clothes, dressing more casually and loosely, and made their way to their house of tickles -- an otherwise small, unremarkable and plain-looking building a conveniently short walk away from the Palace.
Naturally, eager as they were, they arrived with a plentiful amount of time to spare. Kicking off their shoes, they entered and laid back on one of the two pieces of regular furniture in the house: a sofa, the other being a king sized bed. The rest of the house was filled with cupboards and drawers chock-full of everything they’d ever need for their particular delight. Oils, brushes, ties, feathers, and a myriad of other objects that could be used to scratch, itch and tickle in dozens of different ways, some more obtuse than others.
Aside from the treasure trove of chests scattered about, the main room was dedicated to different bondage devices. One was a sizeable, cushy-looking chair laced with buckles and straps with a pair of medieval stockades firmly bolted on to the end, all the way down to little pieces of rope that could be used to restrains one toes and keep the soles taut, if the sisters were feeling devious enough. It was a unanimous decision that they would use that device first before testing out their other kinky setups: like the tiny, dark room one could be placed in, effectively making the victim unable to see or hear what was happening while their sensitive feet jutted out of the wall, vulnerable to any forms of teasing; or the the rack, which gently stretched the willing participant out enough to make them perfect for an extended upper body tickling.
After double-, and triple-checking everything was ready to be used for the very first time, Luna and Celestia resigned themselves to the sofa yet again to discuss the intricacies of what was to come.
“Who do you think our first victim will be?” Luna asked as she twiddled her thumbs to pass the time. “Will they be male or female, I wonder… what do you think, Tia?”.
Celestia let out a yawn and stretched before replying. “I have no idea, and honestly, I don’t even mind. We can break just about anyone into tears of laughter, I bet; it doesn’t even matter who. So long as someone laughs today, I’ll be content… though it would be nice if it was someone pretty with nice feet.”
As if her prayers were answered by a power even higher than her own, there was a musical knock at the door, and in entered a beautiful young kempt girl, looking adorably nervous. All the sisters could do was grin and hide their malicious intent.
"O-Oh! Princesses, I'm sorry. I must have entered the wrong room." She showed the two the poster she had taken to try to explain. "I'll just be going, sorry to interrupt..." Before she could back out the door, Celestia put her hand up, commanding her to stop.
"Not so fast. We believe you have the right place. That poster is right, if you are here for...that." She tilted her head to the side. Sweetie Belle chuckled nervously; she didn't expect to be tickled by the princesses themselves, let alone be paid for it.
"So… you two will tickle me, and then pay me for it?" Sweetie Belle asked, still suspicious. she was still not sure if this was a trick or not.
"That is indeed correct." Luna nodded. "Now, we will have to restrain you, if you don't mind..."
Sweetie shook her head, thinking about all the money she could earn instead of the agonizing tickles to come.
"Very good, now, please follow us and we will set you up." The two walked towards the stocks. The young unicorn followed, already chuckling nervously.
Both Luna and Celestia were loving the fact the girl looked shocked to see them. But then again, who wouldn’t be, especially given the circumstances? Peoples’ mouths were agape even when they walked down the street.
“I’m afraid we didn’t catch your name” inquired Celestia as she prepared the chair and the stocks.
“Umm, Sweetie Belle” the girl answered nervously, hesitating a bit as if she knew that they’d know who she was.
Luna excitedly spoke up as a lightbulb went off in her head. “Rarity’s sister! It’s been quite a long time, neither of us recognized you at all. There’s something to be said about doing something with know already, all the more fun I say.” Celestia nodded agreement, obviously fixated on making sure everything was ready to dive right into.
With a sigh of satisfaction as she finished the preparations, Celestia patted the chair, locking eyes with Sweetie Belle before beckoning her over. The girl looked quite cautious, a fact neither sister seemed to fully appreciate; for them, this was just another day's playtime. Sweetie bit her lip before making her way over to the chair, and took one last breath before sitting on the chair and placing her ankles in the leg holes of the stockades.
“Don’t worry, my dear, it’s only tickling! No pain, no marks, and a lump sum of royal money at the end after you were treated by none other than the Princesses themselves” reassured Celestia, attempting to ease the girl’s obviously-worried expression while Luna closed the stocks over Sweetie’s ankles. After locking it, the two sisters exchanged a quick grin, they knew her fate was sealed now. The waiting was finally over, and they licked their lips in anticipation of the hours to come.
They worked in tandem securing the rest of the straps on the chair, trying to get her nice and restrained so she wouldn’t strain and injure herself, before kneeling together in front of the stockades, gazing upon Sweetie’s shoe-laden feet. Sweetie wore a regular pair of sneakers, surprising Celestia and Luna -- the choice seemed unfitting for the sister of Rarity, but maybe the fancy lifestyle was something forced upon her as opposed to a choice of her own. They simultaneously shrugged before each pulling off a shoe. One layer to go. They were now looking at Sweetie’s socks, pink and purple striped socks that went up to the knee. For a moment they watched Sweetie’s feet scrunch in her socks, flexing the fabric, before they couldn’t take the anticipation anymore and slowly peeled them off, teasingly as possible. And as the last bit of cloth made its way over Sweetie’s toes, all their wishes came true at once. If the footwear wasn’t a sign that she was Rarity’s sister, her creamy, unblemished skin certainly was. Before their eyes laid two of the softest, moderately-sized feet they ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on, all the way down to the slender toes and high, ladylike arch. They sat back and admired their playthings, watching the toes splay in their newfound freedom as they cooled in the room’s moderated climate. They took a sniff of her socks to check if everything was as it seemed, almost like checking if milk was still in date. And they were, her socks smelled fresh apart from the absolute faintest smell of sweat and perfume.
The toes were not allowed to writhe for long of course, before the devious sisters got to work in tying them back to the stockades. As their fingers fumbled against Sweetie’s silky-soft little toes, she started to giggle already in her pitch-perfect musical voice, which was basically a symphony to the ears of the sisters; it was all too perfect. After her toes were properly restrained and wriggling pitifully against their bonds, Luna ran a finger up Sweetie’s arch, eliciting another stream of giggles as she tried her hardest to wrinkle her soles and failed miserably. They were taut as the skin on a drum; she would not be able to seek relief from the torment that way, and the Princesses cemented that grim fact by cleaning the sock fluff from between her toes, causing evermore giggling.
Another sadistic grin was displayed by Luna and Celestia as they tauntingly wriggled their fingers in plain view of Sweetie Belle’s eyes before slowly lowering them towards her bare, vulnerable feet, trying their very best to make the girl’s skin crawl. Their fingers were but an inch away from her skin, and she tried her best to clench her fingers, toes, and entire body to lessen the oncoming assault...
The sisters had already agreed to mix things up a bit, and after five minutes of sole and toe tickling with their manicured fingernails, they decided to give her a quick respite, considering the girl’s obvious sensitivity. Neither Princess expected her to fall into silent laughter so quickly, but even still, their mercy was limited. Celestia decided that she needed to make this session last as long as possible, and offered the tormented girl a few sips of water. Luna took care of the tears that had flowed from her eyes during the session, keeping her as comfortable as possible.
After she had finished drying Sweetie’s face, Luna posed a question she hoped would be answered with an affirmative. “Do you still wish to continue?” Luna questioned as she heaved over a large chest full of toys for round two. Sweetie Belle gave a silent nod before Celestia subtly took position behind the chair. Luna knew what for. While they both loved all the tickle spots on the body, Celestia enjoyed the upper body more and was more inclined to eventually show some mild mercy, whereas Luna gravitated towards the feet and wasn’t as likely to stop her cravings from taking control of her decisions.
Celestia began lightly prodding and poking at Sweetie Belle’s ribs to pass the time until Luna decided what tool to use. There were just so many wonderful things, Luna didn’t know where to start. She decided to start with some fine-tipped paintbrushes and work her way up. After seeing that Luna had her weapon of choice, Celestia started to dig her fingers into her Sweetie’s ribs some more, which made the chortles ramp up again, just not to the extent of earlier. But that was quickly averted when the tiny little brushes started sliding up and down her soles.
It was a bit different this time though. These brushes created a different sensation. Sure, they tickled, but as Luna was aware, they also created a light, wispy, pleasant sensation, which caused Sweetie to let out the occasional “ahh~” between bouts of laughter. It was more deceit from Luna’s end than purposeful pleasure. She knew if she derived something from it now, she’d agree to even more tickling. That, and there was a twist to the tools. Each tier of brush had a minor magical enchantment that was the catalyst of the teasing, yet pleasurable sensation that seemed to make the nerves from the soles of her feet affect the ones in her loins. The more the specific brush tickled, the stronger the sexual effect would be. Luna continued to lovingly stroke the buttery-soft arches and toes with her brushes as Celestia kneaded her sides, wishing she got her to strip off her top before being strapped down.
It was a good fifteen minutes before the assault on her nervous system ended. Another quick drink was offered, as was another query as to whether she wished to continue or not. Luna knew she was curious where this was going to go now; the erotic side of the teasing was too much, even if it all tickled like hell.
Before they continued, they went about getting the rest of her clothes off, save for her undergarments. Celestia didn’t want Luna to have all the fun. Even Sweetie’s toes were untied momentarily for Luna to massage oil into them. Her toes splayed in relief at the feeling as it soothed her tingling nerves -- though the sisters imagined it didn’t help cool her nethers. Luna was quite apt at massaging too. Her hands deftly squeezed and rubbed over the girls warm, sweaty feet, causing Sweetie Belle to finally relax a little, even coaxing out a moan of pleasure. Soon enough, her feet were slick and tied back to the stockades. The oil itself had no magical qualities, per se. It simply compounded the effect the magic brushes would have on her already deathly-sensitive feet.
Both sisters were in position again, dying to continue. This time Luna had two full-sized hair brushes with soft, yet still surprisingly-rigid fibres. Not only were these going to send the girl into hysterics, but Luna knew she’d only be able to take so much before something more erotic happened. Sweetie Belle, still ignorant to the machinations at hand, slammed her eyes shut as Celestia’s hands resumed their place on her upper body, and the brushes were set against her awfully ticklish feet.
Luna scraped the brush against Sweetie’s now-moist soles with renewed vigor, trying her best to make her squeal as Celestia took care of the rest of her body. Celestia’s fingers wiggled in between her ribs, only to slide back up her body and scratch deeply in her shaven armpits, which really made the girl scream to the high heavens in her angelic voice. Her fingers slid around oh-so-easily now that Sweetie had started to sweat so much.
On Luna’s end however, the brushes were having their intended after-effect. It wasn’t long at all before the rough tickling caused the magical effect to kick in, causing Sweetie to moan heavily between gales of forced laughter. As the bristles scraped over a sweet spot, Sweetie couldn’t handle anymore and succumbed to an intense orgasm. As she cried out in pure ecstasy, the sisters exchanged smiles before continuing to tickle her through the waves of pleasure, only stopping once it had subsided. Celestia felt Sweetie’s body tighten as the waves of pleasure washed over her, watched her body jolt in her bonds. For Luna, she watched the soft skin on Sweetie’s feet crinkle, her toes scrunched in a mock attempt at lessening the sensations overcoming her nervous system.
There was a moment of silence before Sweetie coughed out an adorable apology, like she had just done something wrong. Celestia simply shook her head. “There is nothing to be sorry about, all part of the fun,” cooed Celestia, trying to lull her into more tickling -- which was exactly what Luna was going to question her about.
“It has been one hour, do you wish to continue?” The money per hour was undeniably good, but not so much it’d make Sweetie content to quit early. She nodded in response, obviously keen on making enough money to relax for a while after this ordeal.
Luna and Celestia rummaged through the cabinets in the other room and found what they were searching for -- bottles of maple syrup, only the finest quality for sisters of such distinction and class. They hurried back to their victim, popped open the lids, and let the sweet nectar run down her soles. Sweetie shuddered for a second, then seemed to grow accustomed to the sensation. All the oil was long gone due to her sweating and Luna’s brushing, so there was no risk of combining the two liquids; the sweat, however, they didn’t bother wiping off. It all added to the flavor.
After her two feet were thoroughly soaked in syrup, the sisters stuck out their tongues in Sweetie’s direction to give a hint at their intent, before leaning down and slurping at her punished feet. It didn’t feel nearly as ticklish, almost soothing in a way, but it still tickled enough to cause giggles. Celestia took long, slow licks, while Luna was lapping at them with wild abandon. At the rate they were both going it wasn’t long before all the syrup had been slurped off, and Luna nibbled at her toes and licked between them searching for more of the substance, causing Sweetie to shriek at the novelty of the sensation. Celestia, however, was more content to sit back and watch her sister go, lazily drawing figure eights on Sweetie’s foot to try and pass the time.
In all, it took ten minutes before they had finished with their afternoon snack, leaving Sweetie’s soles coated in saliva, her toes wiggling as she felt the wetness between them. Luna kept licking until she was broken out of her concentration by Celestia, who beckoned her into the other room. Luna looked at her sister, wondering why she was interrupted.
“I’ve been thinking… about how perfect she is,” Celestia whispered. “Soft feet, insanely ticklish, a gorgeous laugh. Well, it made me think… do we need anyone else?”
“What are you suggesting, Tia? We keep her here forever?” Luna asked anxiously. “Sure, it’s in our power to do so -- we have the resources to get away with it, and the power to keep everyone silenced -- but maybe she’ll be inclined to keep coming back. We don’t know. If she’s stayed this long, maybe she’ll come back of her own free will.”
Celestia shrugged. “We’ll just see; we still have about fifty minutes left before we make any dire decisions. Do you have any plans for what's next?”
Luna shook her head. “We’re heading up to the finale now, providing she doesn’t agree to even more time; though I don’t think she could honestly take much more of this, so its unlikely. Though, its never certain. As you said, it's possible she’s getting something out of this, or maybe its all just torture and we’re making stuff up to suit our own desires. Either way, just in case it is the end, we need to end it with a bang.” Luna paused, peeking her head around the corner making sure Sweetie wasn’t getting bored. “Let’s really drive her nuts this time. We need to, to see if she finally cracks or decides to keep on lapping it up.”
Celestia nodded, and they made their way back out, wondering what they could do to ramp up the tickling enough to cause Sweetie to finally break…
The sisters had finished discussing their plans and were sitting down rummaging through the chest for the final round. Celestia had found a handful of little blunt metal claws that could she could put on the ends of her fingers for deeper tickling, as well as a vibrator to drive Sweetie to one final orgasm for her own pleasure -- though the sisters knew that being on the edge of orgasm also heightened one’s sense of touch.
Luna’s pick however, was twelve electric toothbrushes and two tiny, three-clawed backscratchers. Sure, she didn’t have that many arms, but she planned to use the brushes magically. Their tools chosen, they resumed their places after giving the girl one last drink of water. Unbeknownst to their victim, the water had an enchantment that fortified the drinker’s endurance: she had lasted longer so far than she usually would, though it still wasn’t completely infallible. Eventually, enough would be enough.
Celestia removed the last two pieces of skimpy clothing, which were soaked with wetness of multiple varieties anyway, rendering Sweetie naked, who seemed too exhausted to be bothered debating it. She firmly set the vibrator against her clit and turned it on medium, a good enough start to get the juices flowing yet again. Luna already had her twelve brushes levitating, ready to seek out the most sensitive places on Sweetie’s feet on their own newfound sentient merit, while she held the scratchers at the ready. Of course, to build suspense, they ever-so-slowly lowered their implements down to her teased flesh, causing Sweetie to tense up with whatever strength was left.
And then, the sensations had struck her again. She could feel Celestia’s evil claws stroking her sides and under her arms, scratching more firmly than before, going everywhere she didn’t want them to as the vibrator did its job. That alone was enough to cause her to scream. But it all paled compared to what was happening to her poor feet. Each of the electric toothbrushes had picked a spot: there was one whirring between each of her sweaty little toes, while the other four were spread across her heels and arches. They moved around and out of the way whenever Luna’s two devious scratchers made the long journey down the entirety of her foot, tormentingly-slow, each of the prongs giving a deep muscle tickling to her soles while leaving faint red mark trails. It wasn’t at all hard enough to hurt, but Luna knew the tickling was maddening.
Both Princesses were in the zone, entranced in their task. Sweetie’s first orgasm came at five minutes, and was powerful enough to make her strain against her bonds and cry out in pleasure amongst the gale-force laughter which put opera singers to shame. Celestia took a second to set the vibrator on its highest setting before they resumed. What followed was twenty minutes of noiseless tickling. Sweetie Belle’s body had given up fighting, and the laughter had lost its volume. She only jolted a little if the scratcher hit somewhere especially sensitive, or Celestia used her fingers to scratch inside her belly button. Another orgasm was squeezed out at the forty minute mark, signalled by whispery moans. As there was only twenty minutes left, the sisters picked up pace, but it seemed to have no obvious effect -- save for Sweetie losing bladder control and wetting herself, which wasn’t even noticed by the sisters. With ten minutes left on the clock, it appeared that Sweetie had finally passed out due to one final orgasm, even more powerful than the last two, probably due to Celestia’s fingers wandering to her nipples. Not even her toes were scrunching at the sensations anymore, nor were her eyes open. They got their money’s worth nonetheless, and kept idly tickling her while they masturbated furiously, finally allowing themselves release.
After they had regained composure, Luna took a photograph of Sweetie’s still-restrained feet in their post-tickling state, covered in red marks and sweat, before they untied her and carried her to a warm bath. She seemed to come to briefly as the princesses took gentle, loving care of her, washing her hair and everything, but she quickly closed her eyes again from fatigue, the warm soapy water relaxing her too deeply to keep her eyes open. She’d have felt heavenly if she could process it, still in the afterglow of multiple intense orgasms.
When she finally awoke again, she was laying in a luxurious bed with pillows softer than anything she had felt before. They had already had her clothes washed and dried and put back on her, minus her shoes and socks -- the latter squirreled away in Princess Luna’s pockets. It took a few moments before she was completely coherent again.
Celestia went over to her and put a hand on her cheek. “Hello sweetheart. How do you feel?” she asked, motherly as can be.
“Okay, I guess…. I’m just tired…” Sweetie responded drowsily. “I think I had fun, though…”
Celestia smiled at the response. “Wonderful to hear. We’ve packed you a bag with two hours' pay and a few miscellaneous tokens of our appreciation for being our first… and, hopefully, repeat customer?” she added as she helped the tired girl to her feet.
Sweetie gasped as her feet touched the fuzzy carpet, still hypersensitized from everything they were put through. She sat back down on the edge of the bed while Luna took the socks from her pockets and slid them back on Sweetie’s feet, followed by her shoes. The sisters looked at her expectantly, waiting for an answer to their proposal. Sweetie Belle looked at them, blinked a few times before giving a slight smile.
“I think I’ll come back,” Sweetie responded. “It sure beats being poor… though it’ll be just a little bit before I can take another round of… THAT.” The last word came as she headed out the door into the evening air. She turned to give one last wave, bidding the Princesses goodbye for now, before making her way home with a small fortune in her bag.
Celestia and Luna embraced each other, happy beyond reckoning that their first day went so well. After they finished their hug, Luna piped up. “I know it sounds bad but... I was almost hoping she’d say no. Could you imagine it, Tia? A permanent tickle pet! We could tickle her all day everyday. Just thinking about it makes me-”
“Now, now, sister,” Celestia butted in, “while I’ll agree it sounds nice, I still don’t think we are that malicious… although, we would have taken wonderful care of her… Oh, well. We’ll see how next time goes, then.” The sisters joined arms and left for home after turning off the lights. They planned to spend many, many more days in that room. When you’re immortal, it’s the little pleasures in life that get you through the ages. After years of hiding away, they had long accepted what they were -- Equestria’s most devious ticklers, hiding in plain sight.
Sweetie Belle had been wandering the streets of Canterlot for a while. Ever since she got her Cutie Mark like the rest of her friends, they disbanded the group and went their separate ways to pursue their destiny. It did not mean the end of their friendship, however, although it did make communications harder. Still, they were bonded by their friendship no matter how far apart they were.
It would have helped her, though, if they were there for her in the present. The grown-up unicorn had found her talent in singing, and started her career as a vocalist. Although her singing ability was phenomenal, she was still greatly unrecognized, and as a result low on funds. She got some cash from bar performances and the occasional celebration, but she still needed more to keep up with her expenses.
On her way home, she decided to walk through the shadier part of the city to see if there were any ads willing to pay her for any service; one poster in particular caught her eye. It seemed to be written in unusually refined and elegant handwriting. "Tickles for Cash" it had said, and the amount of pay was startlingly high. Sweetie Belle was suspicious, but this was simply an opportunity she had to take. She took the poster and looked at the address. It wasn't that far away from the royal castle.
As she made her way home, she grinned to herself as she thought about all the money she could get. She would go there tomorrow for her hefty sum. But Sweetie felt nervous -- was she really going to be tickled silly for money? The poor girl was so sensitive, she would be sent into squeals within seconds. She eventually shrugged her nervousness off. 'It’s only tickling, nothing bad at all.'
As she walked towards the building, Sweetie Belle felt butterflies in her stomach. After all, there was every chance that she would be assaulted by unknown strangers. She hoped that it wouldn’t come to that, but she would have her basic disabling spell at the ready. After double checking the address, she knocked on the door before opening the door
The room she entered was covered wall to wall with types of bondages, there were tables and stands full of brushes and feathers and lotions of all kinds. Sweetie's feet curled in her shoes just thinking that all of these may be used on her. But what shocked the young girl the most were the other two in the room -- the Princesses of Equestria, themselves.
"O-Oh! Princesses, I'm sorry. I must have entered the wrong room." She showed the two the poster she had taken to try to explain. "I'll just be going, sorry to interrupt..." Before she could back out the door, Celestia put her hand up, commanding her to stop.
"Not so fast. We believe you have the right place. That poster is right, if you are here for...that." She tilted her head to the side. Sweetie Belle chuckled nervously; she didn't expect to be tickled by the princesses themselves, let alone be paid for it.
"So… you two will tickle me, and then pay me for it?" Sweetie Belle asked, still suspicious. she was still not sure if this was a trick or not.
"That is indeed correct." Luna nodded. "Now, we will have to restrain you, if you don't mind..."
Sweetie shook her head, thinking about all the money she could earn instead of the agonizing tickles to come.
"Very good, now, please follow us and we will set you up." The two walked towards the stocks. The young unicorn followed, already chuckling nervously.
As she watched the two princesses set up, Sweetie Belle was already feeling nervous. Celestia turned her head as she was working. "I'm afraid we didn't catch your name," she smiled.
Sweetie Belle shuffled her feet, "Umm, Sweetie Belle..." she replied nervously.
Luna gasped in response. "Rarity's sister! It’s been quite a long time, neither of us recognized you at all. There’s something to be said about doing something with know already, all the more fun I say.” Sweetie felt slightly disappointed; she didn't want to be known simply as 'Rarity's sister', she wanted to make a name for herself. Perhaps with the funds from this, she could do just that.
When the setup was finally done, the young girl found herself sitting in the chair, putting her feet through the holes in stocks, waiting to be closed. Sweetie's nervousness was clear; she was breathing deeply to try to calm herself down, and sweat was already forming on her forehead.
“Don’t worry my dear, it’s only tickling! No pain, no marks, and a lump sum of royal money at the end after you were treated by none other than the Princesses themselves” Celestia told her. For a while, it was almost reassuring to her -- that is, until Princess Luna closed the stocks and swiftly locked it.
As the princesses started strapping her in, Sweetie tried to calm herself down by closing her eyes, trying to not think about the inevitable tickling, but to a simpler time when her worries were what her cutie mark was going to be. How time got away from them so quickly, she may never know. When her eyes opened, she felt the sisters pulling her shoes and socks off. She wiggled her toes as they felt the new atmosphere. This action seemed to please the princesses, as after they sniffed her socks, they stared at them intently as they tied each one back to the stocks.
As the princesses grabbed and rubbed her toes, Sweetie Belle couldn't help but giggle. Celestia and Luna smirked, which worried the young unicorn. She had possibly revealed to her ticklers her sensitivity. She tried to curl her toes back, but the ties were far too strong to let her even move them.
She was actually quite comfortable, despite the position she was in. The chair was cushy, the straps weren't wrapped too tight, and even the stocks were comfortable for her calves to rest on. the biggest problem was that she was rendered completely immobile except for her head when the princesses actually started tickling.
She felt a finger drag up her arch, which made her squeal. Her feet tried to instinctively curl, but they couldn't. The two sisters began wiggling their fingers closer and closer to her feet, taunting her with anticipation. Sweetie Belle gulped before dissolving into a fit of hysterics as the fingers wiggled against her soles. While the sets of fingers rubbed up and down against her feet, the tormented girl tried to curl her feet, shake her arms, anything to distract her from the tickling. Unfortunately, the best she could do was thrash her head, shake a bit in her bonds, and laugh. When Princess Luna went for toes, she practically screamed.
Naturally, this made Celestia tickle her taut toes, which caused the room to be filled with high-pitched, melodious laughter. Sweetie could only laugh as the princesses continue for five minutes straight of toe tickling. They stuck their fingers in the spaces between, dragged their fingers underneath, and wriggled them directly on her toes. Sweetie finally fell into silent laughter, which caused the sisters to stop and let her catch her breath.
Sweetie Belle took huge gasps of air, Celestia offered a water bottle, and started giving her some cooling relief. Sweetie continued to shiver while Luna dried her face of tears.
"Do you still wish to continue?" Luna asked.
It took a few more gasps of air before the singer nodded.
The ticklers nodded in return, as Luna brought over a chest and began to open it up. While she was concentrating on what Luna was going to retrieve, she felt a pair of fingers lightly digging into her sides.
As Celestia poked and prodded away at her sides and ribcage, Sweetie jolted about with ticklish squeals, with her arms above her head, her entire upper body was exposed to the elder sister's fingers.
Then suddenly, it all escalated. Her laughter started up again as she felt brushes up and down her soles, followed by fingers digging into ribs. It was barely five minutes of "rest" before the poor girl threw her head back with laughter. With two different areas being targeted, Sweetie was experiencing a whole new type of ticklish delights.
And yet, something about this made Sweetie feel different. It wasn't like last time when all she felt was tickling; it was difficult to concentrate, but she definitely could feel a certain warmth between her legs. It wasn't overpowering, but it certainly did make the tickling more bearable. As the tickling went on, the warmth started to become a wetness. As her sides were kneaded and her toes brushed, Sweetie Belle's laughs were much less strained, even as tears flowed down her face. Her toes still tried to curl, and her torso still tried to thrust away from the chair, but she found herself lasting much longer than she thought she could.
The two allowed another break, as she was treated with water and a towel like before. She was asked again if she wanted to go on. She nodded, trying to steady her breathing pace, curious as to what they were planning on exactly.
As Sweetie relaxed, she closed her eyes to lower her heart rate. She felt her clothes magically remove themselves off her body, except for her bra and panties -- the latter being stained with her juices. She felt the toe ties being removed, and she immediately curled and wiggled her toes in relief. She entered a deeper level of relaxation as she felt hands rub deeply into her soles. Her muscles started to loosen as all the stress from being bound up and tickled started to melt away.
But the tension started to come back as she felt even bigger bushes press against her feet, and her armpits felt all-too-familiar fingers. She shut her eyes tight, and then it all began again.
Sweetie Belle started screaming and laughing hysterically as the tickling began again, even more intense than before. The fibres of the brush drove her wild, and gave Sweetie the familiar warmth in her lower area. The oil and the massage had somehow made her feet more sensitive,, and she was already squealing at the top of her lungs.
While she was suffering from the absolute unrelenting torture of Luna’s brushes, she also had to deal with Celestia’s somewhat sadistic playful methods. The elder sister lightly spidered her fingers up her sides up to her armpits, before digging in and vibrating her fingers, making Sweetie jump as much as she could. She could hear Celestia giggle behind her back every time she jolted. Eventually, she could see her tormentor's fingers as they squeezed and poked her sensitive tummy. This got Sweetie Belle thrashing instead of jolting, which accidentally caused her to thrust her belly right into Celestia’s wiggling fingers.
Sweetie’s white face quickly turned pink as she struggled in hysterics; but the warm, wet feeling started to grow stronger, eventually washing over her body as she let out a loud, long scream.
Suddenly, all the tickling stopped as the two stared at her.
Sweetie Belle started to catch her breath, looking down in shame. She managed to wheeze out a “S-Sorry…”
Celestia shook her head, wiping away her tears. "There is nothing to be sorry about, all part of the fun." Sweetie was still embarrassed, but knowing the princesses weren't judging them for it made her feel a bit better.
"It has been one hour -- do you wish to continue?" Luna asked. Sweetie Belle now had a good amount of money, another hour wouldn't hurt her. She nodded, and the sisters began to set up.
Sweetie tried to relax her body to the best of her ability. Her sweaty feet had washed away most of the oil. She remembered when she was tickled by her sister or her parents or even her friends when she was younger. Back then it was fun; sometimes she was tickled until she cried, but it was still fun for her. This time was different, pushing her to the limit and leaving her exhausted and wet.
Her calming thoughts were interrupted by a cold sticky liquid covering her feet. She opened her eyes to be greeted with the sisters staring at her soles, tongues out.
Sweetie Belle started giggling uncontrollably as the royal princesses began slurping away at her feet. While it wasn’t as ticklish as the previous two sessions, it was still enough to keep her laughing. Her toes curled and uncurled, one of the very few luxuries she had during the time in the stocks.
One foot felt long, slow strokes up and down the sole, the other felt relentless slurps. The conflicting feelings kept her in constant laughter, trying to bounce up and down in her chair.
The tongues finally stopped, and Sweetie Belle started to breathe easy, until she felt gentle nibbling at her toes, causing her to squeal loudly in hysterics. On top of that, she felt a finger trace up and down her sole. While it wasn’t enough to make her reaction stronger, it didn’t help that she was being teased and tormented at the same time.
Ten minutes passed, and the ticklish sensations finally stopped, leaving Sweetie Belle as exhausted as before. She looked at the two as they left the room. Confused, Sweetie tried to listen in on their conversation, but heard nothing; so, she simply leaned back and rested. As she relaxed, she began to think about the situation she was in. It was weird; back when Rarity held her down and tickled her, it only made her squeal -- but this time, she actually orgasmed from it. She didn’t get it. Was she actually... enjoying it? Not like it was a problem, but laughing while orgasming like that felt so nice and much more erotic than other orgasms. Still, she couldn’t take much more right now. After two hours, she’d take the money and get out.
When the two sisters returned, Sweetie perked up a bit, curious as to what they were about to do next.
The princesses began taking out several tickling tools, the last of the contents being a vibrator. Sweetie Belle’s crotch tensed up at the thought. After giving Sweetie another drink of water, they began setting up. Luna began magically applying electric toothbrushes against Sweetie’s soles while Celestia started undressing the bound-up girl, making her nervous.
Celestia placed the vibrator right on Sweetie’s groin, before walking back to her position behind the chair.
She felt her fingers idly poking and prodding at her sides, causing her to jump and giggle.
She was so distracted by the current tickling that she didn’t notice feathers being placed between her toes. After a few minutes of Celestia playfully tickling her belly. Luna put her fingers on the brushes' power button, while Celesta was setting the vibrator to the medium setting. Sweetie Belle took a big gasp of air before the onslaught of tickles got to her.
Sweetie Belle let out a loud screech, followed quickly by an eruption of laughter. Her feet curled, but it was in vain, as the toothbrushes would simply adjust to scrub up and down her tender feet. As if that wasn’t enough for her feet, she also felt a set of soft scratchers make their way down her soles.
On the other half of her body, she felt Celestia’s fingernails spider everywhere. From her sides, to her stomach, to her ribs, not even her breasts were safe from their ticklish assault. Her breasts were squeezed and poked and rubbed, each one sending a different ticklish sensation to her.
To top it all off, the vibrator on her clit was still working its magic. No matter how much she struggled, it was still vibrating against her. It didn’t take long until a high-pitched squeal indicated that she came from the sensation.
And then it was a whole different kind of ticklish hell. Each tickling sensation was suddenly amplified after orgasm. Every vibration of the brushes, each stroke of the scratcher, every wiggle of the fingers, and every vibration against her clitoris, and the sudden increase in speed. It took only a few more minutes before Sweetie ran out of air and went into silent laughter.
Her head hung low, the tears from her face dripping down onto her thighs. She could still feel the tickling, her body simply didn’t have enough energy to react. Sweetie could feel her consciousness slip away while fingers dipped in her belly button and brushes swirled through her toes. The stimulation made her orgasm again, and lose control of her bladder shortly after. The last sensations she could remember before blacking out was fingers rubbing her hardened nipples.
When Sweetie Belle finally came to, she was no longer in the chair, but in a luxurious bed, fully clothed and clean. It made her wonder whether the entire thing was a dream, but a quick surveillance of her surroundings confirmed her memories were reality.
It took a few moments, but she finally started to shake off some of the drowsiness. She felt a hand on her cheek. “Hello, sweetheart. How do you feel?” Celestia asked.
Sweetie Belle blinked. “Okay, I guess...I’m just tired. I think I had fun though…” she muttered, rubbing her eyes.
Celestia smiled down at her. “Wonderful to hear. We’ve packed you a bag with two hours' pay and a few miscellaneous tokens of our appreciation for being our first… and, hopefully, repeat customer?” The Princess held out her hands, and Sweetie Belle slowly got off the bed with her help. Her body froze as she stepped down, the fuzzy carpet sending ticklish sensations up her spine. She quickly sat back down on the edge of the bed, shivering from the renewed feelings of titillation. Princess Luna kneeled down, slipping on the tired girl’s socks and shoes for her.
Sweetie Belle thought for a moment -- on the one hand, she could be paid handsomely, and the tickling was kinda fun; but on the other hand, it was at the risk of being tickled to mental insanity. She definitely couldn’t take another second of tickling after what had occurred in the past two hours.
“I think I’ll come back,” Sweetie finally responded. “It sure beats being poor… though it’ll be just a little bit before I can take another round of… THAT.” The last words came as she headed out the door back home.
As Sweetie Belle made her way back home, she reflected on what she had just experienced. It was certainly a different experience, but she surprisingly found herself admiring the two princesses. Centuries of living and they had become incredibly skilled at exploiting a pony’s body, mixing in torture and pleasure. She felt somewhat envious of their abilities. Soon she’d be back. The royal sisters seemed to like her a lot; perhaps one day she could have their bodies at her mercy, and she could know what it would be like to tickle a princess and make them beg for mercy.
But that was for another time; for now, she would use this money to get a train ticket to Ponyville. Surely Apple Bloom would love a few extra bits…
Author's Note
-Story by Zephy and 2ShyShy
-Idea by Zephy
-Pairing by 2ShyShy
-Concept by 2ShyShy
-Credits by 2ShyShy
-A majority of frustration by 2ShyShy
-Pretty flowers watered by Zephy
-Guest appearance by Weird Al Yankovich orchestrated by Zephy
-General house hygiene kept by Zephy
-Edited by Unusually Delusional (lrn2grammar)
-ur mom rekt by anon
