“P-PLEEHEEHEEHEEAASE! MAHAHAHASTER FLIIICKEEERRR! T-TIHIHIHCKLE MY FEEHEEHEEHEET!” Luna begged, her vision starting to get blurred by her own tears.

“Of course I will, my sweet princess, but I bet that after I do that, you’ll still want more. Me and my tools aren’t enough for you, am I correct?” Flicker clawed his fingers, raking his nails down her soles.

“YEHEHEHEHES! MOHOHOHOHORE!”

“I figured. You leave me no choice…” Flicker said, leaning down into the pile of tools, picking up four pill vibrators and the roll of tape. He placed one at the center at each sole, and one under each of her big toes. With the vibrators in place, Flicker picked up the controller. “Let’s see here, there are five levels of intensity, so how about we just skip ahead to level 3, hm?” he said, twisting the dial.

The little pills started to vibrate against Luna’s oily feet. The constant buzzing makes Luna explode with laughter. With her toes tied back, there’s no chance of her curling her feet to detach the tape holding the vibrators in place.

“And with that taking care of your feet, I can tickle much more of your needy body,” Flicker said, grabbing and squeezing her hips, switching between squeezes to her hips and squeezes to her thighs. “You must really love this, since you’re practically leaping into my fingers!”

“EEHEEHEEHAHAHA! MAHAHAHASTER FLIIIIHIHIHICKER! M-MOHOHOHOHORE TIHIHIHICKLES!” Luna screamed, now being tickled in two places at once. Her laughter and body jumped at every squeeze.

“Still not enough, hm? How about we enhance the experience, then?” Flicker ran over to the other side of the room, searching through the drawers, though he already found what he was looking for, he decided to waste a little more time.

Though Flicker left Luna alone, the vibrators kept her feet occupied. The constant stimulation giving the affected areas a fine blush as she squirmed in her seat.

Flicker took his sweet time walking back to Luna, holding a black sleep mask in his hand. “There we go, is that better, you naughty tickleslut?” Flicker asks as he puts the mask over Luna’s eyes.

Luna had a hard enough time trying to see through her teary eyes. With the sleep mask on, her vision was gone, and with it, her already high sensitivity shot up.

“Oh, remember what I said before about giving your wings a good brushing?” Flicker said, picking up the hairbrush. He gripped onto the top of Luna’s wing to prevent it from flapping away, slowly taking the plastic bristles from base to tip.

For a brief moment, all the laughter from Luna came to a stop. Her body shook in hysterics, but no sound came out of her mouth. It wasn’t until she gasped for air that the cackling returned, louder than ever.

Flicker gave her wings a few more strokes before picking up the paintbrush again, ready for the final act. He pressed the bristles right under her navel, moving down until he reached Luna’s pussy, slowly circling around, making sure that he got close, but never touched her wet sex. “I bet you still wanna cum so badly, don’t you, Lulu? Right on the edge, but unable to get to that point of no return...” he whispered into her ear.

“PLEASE I NEEHEEHEEHEED IT!” Luna cries out, the entire blindfold nearly soaked with her tears.

“I could, but I’m not going to give it to you. You know what to say if you want that sweet release…” Flicker said in a low voice, the very tips of the brush bristles flicking against her exposed clit.

“OK OK OK! PEACHES! NOW LET ME CUUUUM!” Luna screamed out in desperation, thrusting her hips, trying to get that last bit of pleasure in to set her off.

“That’s a good tickleslut,” Flicker grinned, twirling the paintbrush between his fingers. “Dreamy, let’s give our horny loser what she wants.”

“Aw man…” Dreamy grumbled. He gave Celestia’s soles one more kiss before moving to the other side of Luna. “So...what now?”

With the remote control still in hand, Flicker turned up the dial, increasing the intensity of the pills’ vibrations yet again. “Grab some brushes and follow my lead.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEEEAAASE! IWANNACUM IWANNACUM IWANNACUM! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!” Luna begged, her soles twitches as the vibrations got harsher on her soles, shaking the stocks with her violent thrashing.

“We’re working on it, your highness,” Dreamy said, still a little bitter that he lost. He picked up a paintbrush and makeup brush, waiting for Flicker to teach him how to tease Luna in all the right ways.

“Hey, wait! Why don’t I get to cum? I won, didn’t I!” Celestia suddenly spoke up, squirming in her seat.

“...We’re not gonna make Luna cum right away, are we?” Dreamy asked, stroking the back of his hand with the makeup brush to see how it felt.

“Nnnope!” Flicker shook head with a devious chuckle.

“I figured,” Dreamy smirked. “You’re evil, you know that?”

“W-WHAHAHAHAHAT?” Luna curled her hands into fists, desperate for release. Why wouldn’t they just let her cum already?

“Don’t worry, Luna, you’ll get that release you want. We just think you’d like a little double-teaming action before you do...maybe after if you’re lucky,” Flicker said, slowly circling the paintbrush around Luna’s navel.

“Ooh, does this mean she has to call me ‘Master Dreamy’ now?” Dreamy asked with an excited smile.

“Well, if you want-”

“And I do.”

“Haha, alright. Luna, you know what to do.” Flicker said, dipping the brush in and out of her belly button.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! M-MAHAHAHASTER DREAMY! T-TIHIHIHICKLE MEEHEEHEE!” Luna whined, her chest bouncing up and down as she continued her stream of belly laughs.

“Of course, your highness,” Dreamy smirked, he didn’t really need to be addressed as master, but it just felt good to hear after hearing nothing but ‘Master Flicker’ from Luna for so long. He began circling Luna’s stiff nipples with the paintbrush, still unsure of what techniques were the most effective.

Flicker picked up the oil, the once-full bottle nearly empty after giving Luna’s soles a generous coating. He tipped it over, drizzling the remaining liquid on Luna’s breasts, making sure that every last drop got out. He casually discarded the empty bottle, now focused on spreading the oil across her upperbody. With a paintbrush in each hand, he got to work. He started at the top of her heaving chest, sliding one brush into her cleavage, the other making sure the oil got underneath her breasts.

Dreamy soon followed Flicker’s lead after seeing him start out. With the paintbrush in his right head, he got to work on spreading the dripping oil around Luna’s belly, paying extra attention to her navel. After coating her belly, Dreamy goes to see just how far he can spread the coating, managing to make it to her sides and hips. With the makeup brush, he begins to tease Luna’s nipples, the soft bristles lightly dusting the stiff nubs, spreading the oil to her nipples in the process.

Even the most hardcore tickle masochists would have long fainted from overstimulation at this point, but it’s the combination of Luna’s love and endurance that kept her conscious to enjoy every little stimulation. Any sort of request she tried to make was interrupted by more helpless cackling, leaving her fate to the whims of Master Flicker and Master Dreamy.

Celestia let out a heavy sigh and pouted. Despite her victory, she had to watch in jealousy as the two stallions delivered their so-called punishment.

“A-tickle tickle tickle your tits,” Dreamy giggled, using both brushes to slowly stroke over her nipples. The makeup brush spun in circles, while the paintbrush traced around her areola. “Naughty tickleslut princess needs more, cause she’s sooooo ticklish everywhere!” he said, kneeling down, using the paintbrush to stroke the crescent moon on Luna’s flank.

“Poor Lulu, even after all this, you want to beg for even more, don’t you? But you’re laughing so hard, I guess I’ll have to figure out what you want for myself. Let’s see what happens when I finally do this,” Flicker says, putting the vibrators at the maximum setting. He traced one of the paintbrushes down her stomach, dipping into her navel, down to her groin. By flicking his wrist, the brush swiped against her clit, doing a few more quick strokes before slowly rolling the bristles over her love button.

The paintbrush and makeup brush constantly working over her nipples, the intense vibrations of the vibrators against her soles, the teasing on her cutie mark, all the different sensations assaulted Luna’s nerves in all the right ways. With her sight cut off by the blindfold, her entire world at the moment were the physical sensations and the teasing words of the two stallions drowning out the sound of her own laughter. When she felt the wet bristles stroke her tender clit, her begging and babbling turned into a long, horny moan. Her body shuddered as she was finally brought to the orgasm she had been pleading for for so long.

Flicker leans against the stocks, satisfied with tonight’s results. “I love my job,” he chuckled, finally turning off the vibrators on Luna’s feet, giving the blushing soles a break.

Author's Note

If you want to know what Dreamy was doing to Celestia during all of that, go to that chapter to find out.