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