...The Unicorns Will Play.
“I appreciate you staying here and looking over the castle while Spike and I are gone, Starlight. I know this is really short notice,” Twilight said, packing two backpacks full of books, notepads, and pens.
“Oh, it’s no problem, Twilight. I wasn’t planning on doing much today, anyway,” Starlight said with a shrug, watching as Twilight filled every pouch and pocket with supplies.
“It’s just that there’s been a sudden outbreak of flora that grew in the Everfree Forest, and Zecora needs our help studying and documenting them all.”
“So how come I have to go and Starlight gets to stay here?” Spike muttered under his breath, watching his backpack get heavier and heavier.
“Because you’re my number one assistant, and no one can take notes like you!” Twilight said, ruffling his head.
Spike smirked, “Yeah, I guess that’s true…”
“Alright, that should be everything we need! Grab your bag, Spike, we’re heading out,” Twilight said, lifting up her bag with her magic, slipping her arms through the straps.
Spike grunted as he put on his backpack. “Stupid backup notebooks, stupid backups for the backup notebooks...” he grumbled, slouching as he walked to the door.
“We probably won’t be back until tomorrow morning. You’ll be fine until then, right?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep the castle in one piece until you get back.” Starlight joked, leaning against one of of the crystal pillars.
“Alright, we’re off! I’ll make sure the first thing I do when we get back is share our findings with you!” Twilight said, opening the castle’s front door. The two walked into the sunset, Spike trudging behind with his heavy bag.
“Have fun, you two!” Starlight waved until the doors were shut. After a few seconds of silence, one of the doors cracked open.
“Are they gone?”
“Yes, Trixie, they’re gone.”
Trixie burst out into the hallway, rushing over to Starlight’s side, draping herself over her shoulder. “Oh thank goodness! I finally get some alone time with you, Starlight!”
Starlight smirked, pushing Trixie off of her. “Mmhm, so? Is everything set up for our special alone time?” she asked, lightly punching her arm.
“Trixie thought you’d never ask!” she grinned, grabbing Starlight by the wrist. “Let’s go!” Trixie began running down the hallway, dragging Starlight along behind her.
“Woah, woah! Trixie, slow down!” Starlight said, stumbling as Trixie continued to yank her down the hall.
“Sorry! Can’t wait! I’m just too excited to do this again!” Trixie squealed, her run turning into a sprint.
“Uh, Trixie? We passed my room a while ago,” Starlight said, watching as her door got further and further away from her.
“Yeah, duh, I didn’t set things up in your room, I set things up in a different room so we could have more fun!”
“Oh, so you set things up in one of the empty rooms?”
“Something like that.”
“Huh, alright. Can’t wait to see what you did!” Starlight said, trying to think of what other room they could possibly be using. A guest bedroom would work out fine, the library or dining room would be kinda kinky, or maybe...
“YOU SET IT ALL UP IN TWILIGHT’S BEDROOM!?”
Starlight’s jaw dropped. The walls, once filled with pictures of friends and memories of Twilight’s past adventures had been replaced by handcuffs, whips, shackles, ropes, feathers, and brushes hanging on racks. The shelves had various vibrating tools, lotions, and oils standing in front of the books. On each corner of the bed was a handcrafted leather cuff attached to black hemp rope. Hanging from the foot of the bed was a lovely assortment of blindfolds, collars, horn rings, and gags to choose from. All of Twilight’s actual belongings had been unceremoniously shoved into a corner.
“Yep!” Trixie said, beaming with pride. She walked over to the wall, playing with the shackles that dangled down. “Not bad, huh? It did take a little bit of time at the start to plan out everything, but-”
“TRIXIE, WHY WOULD YOU SET EVERYTHING UP HERE INSTEAD OF MY ROOM?” Starlight yelled, grabbing Trixie by the shoulders and shaking her.
“Because Twilight’s room is a lot bigger, so I can put everything in here! Plus it’s also got a bed, so we can do more fun stuff together!”
“Trix, take all of this down, and put it in a different room!” Starlight said, trying not to pull her hair out.
“Aw, but it took so long to set everything up!” Trixie said, pushing Starlight aside to jump onto the bed. She laid on her side, supporting her head with one hand, putting the other one on her hip. “Besides, they won’t be back until tomorrow, we’ll have plenty of time to put everything away!”
Starlight groaned. There was clearly no point trying to argue with Trixie, her mind was already made up. “Ugh, fine. But at least promise me that you’ll clean up everything as soon as we’re done.”
“Trixie promises. It’ll be like we were never in here!”
Starlight let out a defeated sigh. It would’ve been better if they were never in here in the first place, but Trixie made a promise to clean up, at least.
“So…” Trixie sat up, playing with the blindfolds dangling over the bed. “Who’s gonna go first? Trixie thinks that she should go first considering that she went through so much work setting everything up-”
“Nope, I’m going first,” Starlight said, reaching over to grab one of the horn rings. It was almost disturbing how many of these Trixie had brought with her. “You’re already on the bed and I wanna punish you so badly right now for setting everything up in Twilight’s room.”
“Ooh, kinky!” Trixie grinned, lying down on the bed, fiddling with the leather cuffs. “Maybe Trixie deserves to be punished…” she giggled.
“Oh, I know she does…” Starlight said, going over to the wall. So many options to choose from, where to start? She grabbed one of the floggers, examining it in greater detail. She ran her fingers through the black suede tails, starting to smile to herself. She gave a few practice swings on one of the discarded pillows, trying to consistently get both hard strikes and swift, yet gentle hits. “This’ll do…”
Starlight turned around, seeing Trixie laying on the bed in an alluring pose. “So? Are you ready yet?” Trixie asked, clicking her tongue.
“Not quite yet, we still need to get you situated…” Starlight said, pointing at Trixie’s clothing and the cuffs on the bed.
“Oh! By all means, go ahead,” Trixie grinned, tipping her hat over her eyes.
The first thing Starlight got rid of was Trixie’s hat, having it tossed off her head with as much care as all of Twilight’s belongings. The next was Trixie’s cape, but instead of being thrown aside, it was placed on the bed like a makeshift towel; if she was going to make a mess, she’d have to do it on her own stuff, not Twilight’s. Next was her footwear. Trixie’s platform heels slipped easily off her feet, her white tights needed a little bit more effort in tugging them off her legs. Trixie’s bare toes started to wiggle, letting the cool air rush between them. Trixie’s shirt and skirt were the next to go, as Starlight slipped them off Trixie’s body with little resistance.
All that was left to take off Trixie was her underwear. Starlight handled the removal with a little more care than before, her cutie mark was on Trixie’s panties, after all. It was an embarrassing thing to purchase, but Trixie loved it all the same.
With Trixie’s clothes stripped off her body, it was time to add new accessories. Starlight grabbed a leather collar and horn ring from the collection. “These’ll do nicely…” she chuckled, latching the collar around Trixie’s neck and spinning the ring down to the base of her horn. She looked at the other things hanging from the foot of the bed. They would find their use later, either as punishment or reward.
Starlight began securing Trixie’s wrists and ankles to the cuffs, trying to plan what to use after the flogger. “Okay, the safe word is ‘dream’, got it?”
“Aw, but we used that one last time!” Trixie complained, tugging on the cuffs to make sure the ropes were taut.
Starlight rolled her eyes, trying to think of a different word. “Fine, how about ‘flicker’?”
Trixie chuckles. “Heh, I suppose that will do…” she nodded, repeating the word in her head to if she needed it for later.
Starlight turned around, eyeing the various gags as she grabbed the flogger again. “Oh, and when you can’t say anything, just knock three times on the headboard.”
Trixie looked up, knocking three on the wooden frame above her just so they both knew what it sounded like. The rope had enough slack to allow her to do so, yet tight enough to restrict her movement in other directions. Her hands were positioned so that in cases of uncontrollable thrashing, Trixie would have to make the conscious decision to knock on the frame. “Got it!” she said, giving Starlight a thumbs up, getting a little tingle by the fact that Starlight said ‘when’, and not ‘if’.
“Good, now that I’ve got you where I want, I should have no problem getting you to submit to me,” Starlight said in a low, seductive tone, slipping into her mistress role as she ran the tails between her fingers.
“Ha! As if The Great and Powerful Trixie would ever submit to the likes of you!” Trixie scoffed, sticking her tongue out at Starlight.
Starlight smirked, Trixie always loved being defiant whenever she was in charge. “The Great and Powerful Trixie? Oh no, that’s not your name anymore,” she said, shaking her head. She dangled the flogger over Trixie, the suede tails lightly brushing against her naked skin. “From now on, you are my servant, my plaything, my pet.”
“Hah! The Great and Powerful Trixie belongs to no one! Especially not you!” she growled, tugging on her cuffs. A small blush started to appear on her cheeks.
“Silence,” Starlight said bluntly, bringing the flogger down onto Trixie’s chest, the tails striking against the bare skin. “There’s nothing great or powerful about you right now. You’re mine to play with however I please.”
Trixie yelped in pain, her body tensing up as her breasts felt the stinging sensation. “You think something like that’s going to make me yield? You’re just a-”
“I said silence.” Starlight brought the flogger down again with more force.
Trixie started to tear up, letting out a pained grunt. “You cannot silence-aaaangh!” Trixie barely got the first few words of her next sentence before Starlight delivered another swift hit to her chest.
“Tsk, tsk...mouthing off to your mistress is a poor decision. You will only talk when spoken to, and every time you are spoken to, have I made myself clear?”
Trixie growled, turning her head to the side with a pout. She tugged at the ropes, feeling the force of the cuffs against her wrists.
“I said, have I made myself clear?” Starlight said with more force, swinging the flogger sideways, the tails slapping against Trixie’s cutie mark.
Trixie let out a strained cry, but she still kept quiet, refusing to make eye contact with Starlight.
“Hmph, you’ve decided to be silent when I expect you to talk?” Starlight mused, “Well, if you’re not going to talk, then you will have no objections to this, then.” Starlight pulled out a black ball gag from the foot of the bed, inching closer to Trixie to slip it on.
Starlight tried to put the gag into Trixie’s mouth, but she kept her lips sealed. Like a spoiled child refusing to eat their spoon-fed meal, Trixie kept turning her head away from the ball gag.
Starlight held the gag in place with her magic as she sat straight up, trying to think of a solution. Flogging could work, but it was more likely that Trixie would grit her teeth instead.
It took a few moments to think of something, but Starlight was pretty sure she had a surefire plan to get what she wanted. Without a word, she started to squeeze Trixie’s sides.
Trixie jolted, her stubborn pout cracking into a smile. Her breathing began to get erratic as she tried to keep her mouth shut.
“Oh? Is something wrong? You wouldn’t happen to be...ticklish, would you?” Starlight smirked, kneading her fingers into Trixie’s sides.
Trixie’s smile only got bigger as her blush got deeper. She shivered, shaking her head furiously as she tried kicking her legs, only to be stopped by the taut rope.
“No? Then, if you’re not ticklish, you wouldn’t mind if I went...here, would you?” Starlight switched from Trixie’s sides to her armpits, the sudden dig into her exposed hollows contrasted the gentle squeezing from before.
“Fff...Haaahahahahah-HRRRRGH!” Trixie couldn’t hold it in anymore, she burst out laughing. The moment she opened her mouth, Starlight put the gag in and secured the latches around her head. The gag itself had holes to allow for better breathing. “Fthrlnght, nnnhh!” It did not, however, allow for better articulation. Everything Trixie said was now a muffled mess.
Starlight backed off when the gag was properly placed in Trixie’s mouth, smiling in satisfaction. “Now that we’ve taken care of that, shall we continue where we left off?" Starlight said, picking up the flogger.
“Gh fhgg nhhrfmlf!”
“I’m glad to have your approval.” Starlight said, making sure that Trixie didn’t want this to stop. She swung the flogger around for a moment, letting the tails cut through the air, before finally bringing it down against Trixie’s rear. With every strike, she alternated what side she whipped. Left, right, left, right...she had done it enough times that she had gotten into a rhythm.
Trixie bit down on the ball gag, already starting to drool. Starlight’s rhythm never gave her time to rest. The strikes were light, but the impact was enough to make her shiver in delight. Each one made her jerk just a little bit, her body constantly tensing itself for the next strike.
After ten strikes to each side, Starlight gave Trixie a break. She took off the ball gag, making it hang around Trixie’s neck like the collar. “Ready to submit to your mistress now, pet?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Pahhh...You’ll need...to do...better than that…” Trixie said with a weak chuckle and cocky smirk before she began wincing, the stinging from the tails still lingering.
“Hm...perhaps I’m using the wrong technique to discipline you…” Starlight mused, putting the flogger back where she found it. “You’re quite tolerant to the floggings, but I believe that there’s something that’s more effective.”
Before Trixie had a chance to make a snarky retort, Starlight brought her fingers back down to Trixie’s tummy, “Tickle tickle tickle…” she said slowly, dancing her fingers up and down her midriff.
Trixie’s giggles were instant, her body started bouncing to the side to try to escape from Starlight’s fingers. “O-Oh nooohohoho!”
“Oh yes, I think this is much more effective…” Starlight chuckled, squeezing Trixie’s hips, following her body wherever it moved.
“S-Stoooop! Stopitstopitstopit! Eeheeheeheeheehee!”
“Stop?” Starlight feigned shock at this outlandish demand. “Well, I suppose I could...but only after you submitted to being my pet. What do you say?” Starlight’s fingers began to crawl up Trixie’s body, prodding at her ribcage.
“Ahahahack! N-Never!” Trixie sputtered out between her fits of laughter, her hands clenched into fists.
“No? Well then, you must love being tickled. After all, the way you squirm and giggle is just adorable,” Starlight grinned, using her index and middle fingers to rub against the hollows of Trixie’s armpits.
“GAAAHAHAHA! G-GET AWAY FROM MEEHEEHEEHEE!” Trixie’s laughter suddenly leaped up in volume. Her body tried to curl up in order to prevent Starlight’s fingers from causing her more ticklish torment, but the cuffs prevented her from putting up any sort of useful defense.
“Hm? What are you going to do about it?” Starlight leaned forward, whispering into Trixie’s ear. “You’re not breaking free anytime soon, and you have no access to your magic. It’s just you and me here.” Starlight used all of her fingers to attack Trixie’s underarms, grouping her fingers close together to vibrate in the exposed pits. “And you’re going to laugh and laugh while I tickle every sensitive spot on your body…”
“AAAAIIIHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE! STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!” Trixie begged, her body started shaking as the tears began to flow down her cheek once more.
“There’s no escape from the tickles, pet, just submit to Mistress Starlight, and you’ll get what obedient pets deserve. It’ll be so much better for you when you do,” Starlight whispered, giving Trixie’s flopping ear a playful nibble.
“NO NO NO NO NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!” Trixie’s ears folded back, trying to block out Starlight’s teasing or drown it out with her own laughter, but the damage had already been done. Her willpower trying to resist submission was slowly being drained away.
“Still trying to resist? How adorable...” Starlight cooed, making sure Trixie could hear. Her fingers skittered down from Trixie’s underarms to the bottom of her ribs, slowly walking back up to her pits with her index and middle fingers. She lifted up Trixie’s chin, wiping the tears from her eyes, making sure she got a good look at Starlight’s sadistic glare. “It’s only a matter of time until I break you, and I have all the time in the world to do so…”
No matter how hard Trixie tried to tune out Starlight, each word she said was heard with near-perfect clarity. The trio of Starlight’s teasing fingers, words, and glare left Trixie a flustered mess. Her body tensed up, her feet scrunching up as she squirmed under the domineering unicorn.
“Oh, and don’t think that I’ve forgotten your feet,” Starlight said, turning over to face the foot of the bed. She laid down prone as she grabbed Trixie’s left ankle. “I’ll be sure to give them the attention they deserve, too.” Starlight placed her index finger at the top of her foot, tracing down her arch.
“Gah! G-Get away from my feet!” Trixie gasped, her left foot flinching. She tried swinging her right foot wildly in an attempt to break free, but the ropes on her ankles had much less slack than the ones around her wrists. She made little progress trying to kick as a result.
“You seem to be forgetting who’s in control here,” Starlight scolded, forcefully spreading Trixie’s toes apart. “Your disobedience must be punished accordingly.”
“Didn’t you hear me before? Trixie is not your p-AAAAAH! NO NO PLEASE NOT THE TOHOHOHOHOES!”
Starlight had snuck her fingers in between Trixie’s toes while she was yelling at her. Despite Trixie’s struggles in trying to shake her foot away, Starlight kept her fingers moving between her toes, her fingertips wiggling at the stems and spaces in between. “Ooh, I should have gone for your feet first…”
“STOP TIHIHIHICKLING ME YOU BIIIITCH!” Trixie cackled as her back arched, grasping at the sheets underneath her when she lands.
Starlight froze, stopping all the tickling to turn around to face Trixie. “Excuse me? Is that any way to talk to your mistress like that? Talking to me with such language...Apologize. Now.” Starlight demanded, brandishing her curled fingers in front of Trixie’s face.
Trixie let out a tired groan before catching her breath. When she saw Starlight’s fingers shown off to her, her eyes widened, the corners of her mouth turned up ever so slightly. “Make me,” she spat out in one more act of defiance.
Starlight sighed, she turned back around, ready to resume tickling. Before she got started, she paused, her fingers stopping mere centimeters from her sole. “Very well.” She stood up, walking over to the racks of tools hanging on the walls, using her magic to grab several things at once.
Trixie spent the down time catching her breath, trying to regain her energy. She didn’t bother trying to see what kinds of things Starlight was grabbing, it made things more exciting if she didn’t know. The words that Starlight whispered in her ear echoed through her mind, causing a spine-tingling shudder. Her big toes started to wiggle back in forth as she waited. She made the right decision to put everything in Twilight’s room.
Once Starlight had grabbed all that she needed for now, she walked back to the bed, obscuring all the items from Trixie’s view. She sat down on the bed, grabbing onto Trixie’s right foot, forcibly holding the toes back.
Starlight spun the first tool, a flat paintbrush, between her fingers. She placed the bristles against the ball of her foot, slowly guiding them down her arch, then up her sole to her toes.
Trixie was forced into a wide grin, breathing heavily as a few restrained giggles slipped out. She tried to curl her foot away from the brush, but Starlight’s grip was firm, her foot was staying put, and flailing the rest of her body around didn’t help.
Starlight continued to make broad strokes up and down Trixie’s foot, watching her reactions to each area, doing the occasional flick or spin to change things up.
Trixie broke into a steady stream of giggles as the brush explored her defenseless foot. Unable to do much else, she constantly kicked out her left foot in her struggle.
After a while, Starlight put the next item into action. She grabbed a clear bottle of liquid, labeled as “sensitivity oil” on the side. She popped open the cap and tipped it over, letting the oil pour down onto Trixie’s toes.
Trixie let out a shiver as the cool oil drizzles down her feet. She tried to curl her feet in anticipation of what was coming up; it didn’t take much thought to figure out why Starlight started out with a paintbrush.
As the oil trickled down, Starlight sped up the process with the brush. Starting at the toes, Starlight began stroking down Trixie’s foot, spreading the oil across her feet in the process. The brush always returned to the top, taking some of the oil at the top of her foot and dragging it down to one of the dry spots.
Trixie started to squeal, her kicking getting more violent as the tickling sensations intensified due to the effects of the oil. “NoooOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! EEEHEEHEEHEE WHYYYYY?!”
“To teach you a lesson,” Starlight said plainly. Once the brush made some decent progress spreading the oil evenly across her right foot, Starlight started to repeat the process with the left foot, using her magic to control both brushes simultaneously.
Trixie started crying tears of laughter again in record time. Her vision of the ceiling began to get blurry as both her feet were subjected to the sensitivity enhancement. The brushes continued to increase her sensitivity, tickling her along the way. Each stroke made Trixie cry in hysterics, the sensations starting to overwhelm her. “PLEHEHEHEASE! S-STOOOOP! I...I… HAHAHAHAHAHA-AAAHN!”
Starlight’s ear flicked, the brushes pausing mid-stroke. That moan wasn’t going to go by unnoticed. She turned around, scanning Trixie’s body. “Oh? What’s this?” she said in a more upbeat tone, looking at Trixie’s crotch, noticing how wet she was. “Well, looks like someone really does love being tickled. And to think, all this time, you begged me to stop, but deep down, you absolutely loved me tickling you...” Starlight shook her head with a smirk.
Trixie hung her head down, her eyes looking off to the side as her blue cheeks flushed pink. Hearing Starlight talk about her little secret always got her flustered, no matter how many times she heard it, even though it was true.
“Well, since you love it so much, why don’t I keep going, then? I still have to hear your apology, after all.” Two more paintbrushes joined in, having pointed tips to focus specifically on getting the spaces in between her toes covered in the oil. Starlight stuck her tongue out in concentration, making all the brushes move in different ways. While one of the round brushes swept underneath her toes, the other focused on the spaces between her big toes. One of the flat brushes began twirling on the balls of her feet and heels, the other brushing side to side on her instep. All the brushes made sure to apply an even coating of the sensitivity oil on her feet.
Trixie manages to get one good gasp of air before she lets out another flood of mirthful laughter. Her head rocked from side to side, her fists constantly pounded the mattress in a fit of ticklish desperation.
How far could Trixie’s willpower take her, and how quickly would it take Starlight to completely drain that willpower? That was the test that both unicorns were being put through.
Unfortunately for Trixie, that willpower was reaching its limits. She was unable to concentrate on anything for more than a second, the tickling constantly throwing her mind somewhere else. Her fist shook as she tried to find the energy to scream out her message.
“I’M SORRY! EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!”
“That’s more like it,” Starlight smirked, significantly slowing down the brushes’ movements. “Now, are you willing to be a more obedient pet?”
“NEHEHEHEVER!”
“I figured you’d say that,” Starlight said with a knowing smirk, The four brushes slowed to a stop, swapping out for Starlight’s next set of tools, two hairbrushes, both with synthetic nylon bristles arranged on the rectangular paddle. Starlight placed them both at the instep with her magic, and started scrubbing up and down Trixie’s feet.
Trixie barely had time to catch her breath before the hairbrushes swiped down her feet. She let out a long, drawn-out scream. Her body was temporarily frozen, her back arched and her shoulders up due to the sudden sensations that wracked her oily feet. The squeal lasted for a good four seconds before it all dissolved into uncontrollable, unstoppable, booming laughter. Trixie’s laughter starts to sound like she’s trying to say something, but every time, the brush rubs her foot in just the right way that she’s back to a laughing mess, gasping for air along the way. It took at least a dozen attempts, but Trixie finally gets her message out.
“OKAY OKAY! I SUBMIIIIHIHIHIHIT!”
“Hm? Did you say something? I didn’t quite catch the whole message,” Starlight said, watching in delight as Trixie thrashed on the bed. She had considered for a moment slowing down to make things easier, but ultimately decided that Trixie had to work for her mercy.
“T-TRIXIE SUBMITS TO HER MISTRESS STARLIGHT!” Trixie screams out, starting to feel lightheaded from laughing so much without the occasional breath of air.
“There we go, now was that so hard to do?” Starlight chuckled. That was the benefit of Trixie being so stubborn; it was all the more satisfying to see her efforts in breaking her pay off in the end. The hairbrushes stopped immediately, giving Trixie the rest time she desperately needed.
Trixie laid practically motionless on the bed, only moving her chest as she gasped for air. Her hair had become a frazzled mess, several locks of hair had either stuck out or drooped from her mane. Sweat, tears, and drool started to run down her blushing cheeks.
“So…you’re going to be a good, obedient pet from now on, right?” Starlight asked, wiping Trixie’s face clean, keeping the brushes nearby as she waited for her response.
“Ahh...hah...y-yes, Mistress Starlight…” Trixie panted, defeated and broken.
“That’s much better,” Starlight nods, a bit surprised that Trixie hadn’t called for it all to stop yet. ”Now, does my pet want more tickles?”
“Yes, please, Mistress Starlight,” Trixie nods. She isn’t sure if she could take another round of intense tickles so soon after regaining a bit of her energy back, but it doesn’t really seem like she could really say no.
“Of course you do, because you’re an adorable little tickle slut, aren’t you?” Starlight grinned, digging her fingers back into her ribcage.
“Eeee! Y-Yehehehehes I am, Mistress Starliiiight!”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet,” Starlight grinned, her magic bringing back the paintbrushes and sensitivity oil.
Trixie eyes the paintbrushes, would they go back and apply a second coat to her feet, or would they find a new spot to paint? Both thoughts made her squirm in excitement.
Trixie’s second guess would be correct. The bottle tipped over, drizzling the oil all over her naked upperbody, emptying it all across her chest. Once the oil was put on, it was up to the brushes to start spreading it evenly across her body. The flat brushes started where most of the oil had pooled up, and started moving out, not afraid to dip into Trixie’s belly button as they spread out the oil, always stopping at her hips. The pointed paintbrushes stayed near her breasts, making sure her tits were entirely covered with the oil, cleavage included. Once they were done, the flat brushes started sweeping back and forth in her armpits like pendulums, while the pointed brushes began circling Trixie’s nipples, the bristles constantly tracing around the areolas.
Trixie shivered, the cool oil giving her chills. Her uncomfortable squirming quickly became giddy giggling as the brushes started to move, and her giggling quickly became hysterical laughter as the oil started to take effect. No matter how much she thrashed around, the bristles never strayed from their course. Even her most violent spasms weren’t enough to shake them off.
As the brushes did their own work, Starlight sat back down at Trixie’s feet, giving them a more personal treatment. Her fingernails started to rake down her soles, easily gliding with ease because of the slippery oil. Every time she moved down her foot, Trixie’s toes would either curl up or splay out. When they spread, she immediately stuck as many fingers between her toes as possible, wiggling against the stems before freeing herself, doing another swipe down her feet. “Tell me once again, pet, who’s an obedient little tickle slut?”
“MEEEHEEHEEHEE, MISTRESS STARLIIIIHIHIHIGHT!” Trixie’s laughter and moans echoed past the door and into the empty halls of the castle. She tried to express her delight to her mistress, but all that came out was a babbling mess of laughter. Soon, Trixie’s moans start to overtake the laughter. Her body starts to tense up, so close to reaching her climax.
Starlight, hearing Trixie moan a lot more than she wanted, quickly stops without warning. “Now what to do with you next?” Starlight looked over to the rack of feathers, wondering which one she should tease Trixie with, when one of them caught her attention. Near the far right of the rack was a rather large, dark-blue feather.
Starlight did a double take, staring at the remex to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things. It was clearly the largest of all the feathers Trixie had on the rack, but the only one she knew of with feathers of that color and size was…
Starlight realized she was still in the middle of doing something with Trixie, so she ultimately passed the whole thing off as coincidence, grabbing it off the rack. She started at Trixie’s cutie mark, tracing the moon and wand with the feather before moving to her inner thigh. The feather’s final destination was Trixie’s clitoris, where it gently dusted the little area.
Trixie’s cutie mark and thighs weren’t covered with the oil, so the feather’s movements only got some giggles out of her, but once it hit her clit, she couldn’t help but flinch and let out a small squeal, before it turned into drawn-out, shaky chortles.
“Ticklish down here, too? Goodness, you really are a tickle slut, aren’t you?”
“I ahaham, Mistress Stahahaharliiight!”
“Interesting…” Starlight grabbed one of the blindfolds and a set of ear plugs. The ball gag returned back into Trixie’s mouth, muffling her once more. The dark blindfold went over Trixie’s eyes with ease. Finally, she put on the ear plugs, which wrapped around Trixie’s ears, a big cushion covering the ear holes. “Tickle tickle…” she whispered before plugging Trixie’s ears up, making sure it was the last thing she could hear clearly.
The last words from Starlight echoed in Trixie’s mind as her ears got plugged, already starting to squirm. Now she was blinded, muted, deafened, and completely unaware and helpless to whatever Starlight was planning.
Starlight’s plan was very simple. She held the large feather between her fingers by the quill, and with just the tip, she began teasing up and down Trixie’s wet sex.
Trixie already started to drool again, moaning and giggling through the gag. The sensory deprivation making each little flick of the feather so much worse than it normally would have been. She was already so close to her climax, but the movement wasn’t fast enough to get her off.
Starlight kept her speed constant, just fast enough to keep Trixie on edge, but just slow enough to never push her over. The only times her pace would change was when she felt Trixie get close, based on how loud she was moaning through the gag, or how desperate her thrashing was.
Trixie was sweating in a frenzied panic, trying to thrust her crotch against the feather, trying to speed up the process. But every time she did, Starlight either kept the feather in place or retracted it. She couldn’t cheat her way to an orgasm. All she could do is wait until Starlight decided she could cum. She had no idea how long it had been since it all started, and no idea how much longer it would take until it ended.
Starlight continued to feather Trixie’s pussy, stroking up and down at the same pace as she watched the minutes pass. She enjoyed watching Trixie’s desperate reactions, the way her toes curled, her moaning and screaming through the gag, the little giggles that slipped out between.
With the blindfold and plugs, there were no distractions. All Trixie could focus on was the feeling of that long, stiff feather slowly moving up and down against her clit. The ball gag prevented her from begging and pleading. Even if she could, nothing would convince Starlight to go faster than her current pace. Trixie was completely at Starlight’s mercy, and she loved it.
Starlight decided that ten minutes was long enough. With a little twirl of the feather, her movements got gradually faster, now the broad strokes up and down her lips became rapid flicks against her clit.
Trixie began cursing over and over, each word muffled by the gag. She started to feel lightheaded, feeling faint until she felt the speed increase. She let out a relieved moan, happily letting Starlight feather her until she was finally allowed to go over the edge. She practically leapt from the bed as she let out an immodest groan of ecstasy. When she was finished, she fell back down, shivering in delight.
Once Trixie had finished her orgasm, Starlight removed the plugs and ball gag. “See?” she tilted Trixie’s head up, lifting up the blindfold to gaze into her half-open eyes. “This is what good, obedient pets get. Isn’t that the kind of life you want for yourself?”
“Y-yes, Mistress Starlight…” Trixie giggled, struggling to keep her eyes open. All that time being edged and tickled, it all of her remaining energy went into that climax.
Starlight quickly undid all of the shackles at once with her magic, slipping the ring off of her horn. “Are you alright, Trixie?” She began to wipe away all the tears and sweat off of Trixie’s face.
“I’m fine, Starlight…” Trixie said, giggling before planting a kiss on Starlight’s cheek.
“You’re not hurt too badly, right?” Starlight asked, her voice wavering out of concern.
“Hah...doesn’t hurt as much now…”
“Oh thank goodness…” Starlight wrapped her arms around Trixie, holding her close. “How good was it?”
“Heh, even better than last time…” Trixie weakly chuckled.
Seeing as how Trixie couldn’t take a step without getting tingles, Starlight carried her to the kitchen to get a drink of cold water. After that, the two of them spent more time cuddling on the bed. Starlight grabbed the blanket from the corner of the room to cover both of them.
Trixie started hugging Starlight again, holding her tight. “You’re the best…” she said with a yawn, resting her head underneath Starlight’s chin.
“Oh, I don’t know about that…” Starlight said, blushing. “I-Uh...Trixie? What about the cleaning up? ...Trix?” Starlight lightly tapped Trixie on her shoulder, only to be met with a light snoring in response.
Starlight tried to pry herself free from her grasp, but the sleeping pony only pulled her into a tighter embrace. Starlight let out a reluctant sigh, deciding to wrap her arms around Trixie as well.
Trixie mumbled something in her slumber, rubbing her cheek against Starlight’s chest with a giggle.
Starlight began to rhythmically stroke Trixie’s back, until she too, fell asleep with a blissful Trixie in her arms.
The two of them laid peacefully in their sleep, uninterrupted until the morning, when the bedroom door opened, and the booming voice startled them both awake.
“REALLY? I ONLY LEFT FOR THE EVENING! AND YOU DO THIS IN MY ROOM?! ON MY FUCKING BED?!”
