Tickle Fights and Dungeon Nights

A cold breeze woke Dreamy up with a shiver. He started blinking, trying to determine where he was. This place didn’t look like any bedroom or any area where he’d put his napping cloud. He started to shiver, the cool air hitting his naked body.

Oh. He’s naked.

Dreamy tried to stretch, but found he could barely move. He was strapped down on some sort of table, arms tied behind his head. The room was dark, the only light source creeping through the bars on the door’s window.

“Ugh...what did I do last night?” he groaned, laying his head back. He distinctly remembered a lot of tickling with Celestia. That was too intense to be some sort of dream or fantasy. He looked around, finding nothing better to do but listen to the echoes of his own breathing. His breathing started out slow, trying to remain calm. But the longer he stayed strapped down, the more panicked he got.

He lay in the middle of the room, his bare feet stuck in stocks by the ankles, several straps wrapped round him. Two on each arm, two on each wing, two on each leg, one around his neck, one on his chest, one on his belly, just below his navel, his balls were being gently squeezed by a small strap wrapped around his sack. Judging by the sounds he made when he shook his arms, chains kept him from lowering them. The position and straps were tolerable, but still uncomfortable.

What concerned him the most was the ring around his shaft. Stripping him naked was one thing, but adding something to his cock and balls concerned him for whatever was planned for him.

Suddenly, the door opened with a heavy creak, the sudden increase in light nearly blinding him. By the time Dreamy opened his eyes, the door was shut again.

“Ah, I see the trespasser is awake.”

Dreamy froze, the voice came from behind him. He turned his head, trying to figure out what was going on. Trespasser? What did he mean by that?

The pony behind the voice began to walk into Dreamy’s view. A white unicorn with cerulean hair, wearing a light blue tank top and jeans. He looked so familiar, but Dreamy couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “What’s your name?” He said with a low, threatening voice.

“D...Dreamy Daze.” He said, there was no point lying if he didn’t do anything wrong. At least he pretty sure he didn’t do anything wrong.

“Mmmhmm...and do you want to confess to your crimes right now and make things easier for both of us?”

Dreamy tilted his head in confusion. “...Crimes? What crimes?”

“Hmph. Several sources witnessed you infiltrating one of Princess Celestia’s private rooms, mind explaining your actions?” The unicorn leaned forward, glaring into Dreamy’s eyes.

Dreamy blinked in disbelief. “What? Really? No, Celestia invited me in for-” He paused, somehow ‘tickle fighting the princess’ didn’t seem all that believable, even if it was the truth. “Uh...personal things.”

“Likely story,” he scoffs, looking at a clipboard. “The name Dreamy Daze isn’t on any of the guest lists for the castle. So...what are you, really? A spy? A changeling? ...An assassin, perhaps?”

“What? N-no! I swear, I was invited, really! I got an invitation from her and everything!” Dreamy stammered, the fact that he was actually being accused of being an assassin made him start to sweat.

“And where is this invitation? We found nothing of the sort in your clothes.”

“I gave it to Celestia! You can ask her, really!” Dreamy said. He knew he gave it to her, he just had no idea what happened to it.

“I see. What a pathetic excuse. Well, I’ll find out who you are and what you’re here for one way or another,” he said with a smirk.

Dreamy’s heart-rate started to skyrocket. “W-wait! I don’t know what you’re talking about!” he stammered, confused.

“Mmhm...I’ll get my information soon enough…” he said, tapping his fingers against his chest. “I wonder what to do with you first…” he thought out loud, his drumming fingers moving down onto Dreamy’s stomach.

Dreamy tensed up, trying not to smile as this unicorn’s fingers started poking and prodding his sensitive belly.

“Hm?” The unicorn raised an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish, would you?”

“Um...n-no?” Dreamy said, his voice cracking. It was such an obvious lie, but he was hoping this unicorn didn’t see through his bluff, or try to find out if he was lying.

“I see...so, you wouldn’t mind if I did this, then?” he said, idly circling his index finger around his navel, slowly getting closer with each circle made.

Dreamy started to squirm, trying to resist giggling as the finger traced his tummy. He tensed his body and shut his eyes, trying to block the light sensation.

The unicorn rolled his eyes, giving Dreamy’s inner thighs a squeeze while his eyes were closed.

“Gahahaha! Nooooo!” Dreamy jolted, unable to leap far out of his seat due to the straps.

“Well well...It looks like you’re ticklish after all,” the unicorn grinned, his fingers dancing along his sides. “Now that I know that you’ve lied to me, what reason do I have to believe anything you say?”

“W-Waaaait! Nohohoho! P-please believe meheeheehee!” As Dreamy giggled, he had a sudden epiphany. He had remembered who the unicorn with the white coat and blue hair was, though the knowledge that Shining Armor was tickling him didn’t seem all that helpful in his situation.

“I don’t think so. I’ll find out why you broke into Celestia’s room,” Shining said with a sneer. “...And I think I know just how to do it.” Shining’s fingers started to wiggle in front of Dreamy’s face, slowly getting closer to his naked body.

“H-Hey! C’mon! Isn’t there something else you can do?” Dreamy whined, his body trying to get away from the approaching fingers, but with the straps keeping him down, there wasn’t anywhere to go.

Shining Armor didn’t address Dreamy’s pleas, his wiggling fingers descended down, poking and squeezing his sides.

“No! No, no, no, please! Baaahahahahahaaaa!” Dreamy jolted in the straps, hoping that this was just some twisted nightmare.

Shining’s fingers moved up to the armpits, lightly tracing around the hollows of his pits before digging into the center. “It’s only a matter of time until you tell me everything…”

Dreamy started to squeal, his legs desperately trying to kick out of the seat, only causing more rattling that echoed off the dark room’s walls. “Eeeheehee! S-Stahahahap! I don’t know anythiiiiing!”

“Oh? What’s this? It looks like someone’s enjoying their interrogation…” Shining chuckled, looking down Dreamy’s body.

“H-Huh?” Dreamy followed Shining’s eyes, his cheeks quickly turned red upon noticing that his cock was fully erect.

“Well now, what to do with you?” Shining said to himself, before summoning a paintbrush to his hand with magic. “I suppose a change of tactics is in order,” he chuckled, stroking Dreamy’s shaft with the soft brush.

“Nnngh… Nooohohoho…” Dreamy winced, the slow teasing just as torturous as the fingers digging into his armpits.

Shining let the soft bristles gently kiss his bound balls, before sliding it up his shaft, tracing it all the way back down to his sack again.

Dreamy started to sweat, his toes twitching as his cock was teased. “No...ah...hahaha...p-please...stop...” he panted. Unable to take his eyes away from the brush’s slow movements, pre beginning to leak from the tip.

In the middle of the interrogation, the door opened once more, causing both of them to pause and look at who was entering. Shining turned around, blocking Dreamy’s view of the third person.

“Shining Armor!” The voice called out. Dreamy couldn’t see the pony, but he definitely recognized that regal voice.

“Yes, your highness?” Shining Armor quickly stood at attention.

“Ah...hah...Oh thank goodness!” Dreamy sighed in relief once he saw Celestia enter the room. “Princess Celestia, c-can you please explain to him that I haven’t done anything wro-”

“So, how goes the interrogation on our naughty intruder, here?”

“WHAT?”

“He’s quite persistent, he has yet to reveal anything other than his name: Dreamy Daze,” Shining said solemnly. ”But I believe that if you assisted me, he’d confess much sooner.”

“A wonderful idea, Shining,” Celestia said with a grin. “I’d be delighted to help with the interrogation.”

Dreamy was left speechless. The one hope he had of getting out of this mess was shattered to pieces. He started to question his own memory. Maybe he really was an intruder, and that tickle fight was just a part of his imagination. No, he was certain it was real, so why was Celestia acting like this?

Celestia plucked a feather from her own wing, offering it to Shining. “There, you might get a stronger reaction from this,” she said, before approaching Dreamy’s feet.

“Thank you, Princess,” Shining nodded, taking the feather in hand, slowly stroking it up and down his shaft.

“AAAAAHAHAHAHACK! W-WHAAAAT?!” The feather was hundreds of times worse than the brush. He could feel each individual vane stroke against his shaft. Worse yet, it made even more pre leak out of his cock, much to his embarrassment.

Now at Dreamy’s feet, Celestia got to work. She started by spreading out the toes on Dreamy’s right foot, in order to make the fingers from her left hand slide between. “We’ll break you soon enough…”

Shining used his magic to keep the feather stroking against Dreamy’s shaft. With his hands free, he started squeezing inner thighs. “This’ll all be over if you just admit your crimes.”

Dreamy’s laughter shifted up another octave, his toes trying to curl as Celestia started to join in. “NOOOAHAHAHAHA! I-I’m innocent! Really!”

“You better confess! I’m going easy on you right now,” Shining warned, adjusting the ring on his shaft. As the feather danced against his cockhead, a small brush came around to scrub at his balls.

“Hahahehe please! S-She’s lying! I didn’t intrude! EEEHAHAHEEE!” Dreamy squealed, the tears starting to flow down his cheeks as he leaked more pre.

“Such a naughty liar...you’re just adding more hours to your dungeon sentence,” Celestia shook her head. With her left hand between Dreamy’s toes, she started squeezing his foot, using her right hand to swipe across his sweating sole.

“H-HOURS?! N-NOHOHOHO!” Dreamy started to feel his sanity slip away at the thought of having this torture performed on him for hours.

Shining shook his head, digging his fingers in Dreamy’s sides once more, letting the feather and brush work automatically. “I told you to confess, we can do this all night if you’d like.”

“Ooh, I don’t know, Shining Armor, I think he does like this,” Celestia giggled, digging her fingers into his instep. “Maybe he secretly wants us to tickle him all night long…”

No matter how much attention that Dreamy’s cock was given, as long as that ring was around his shaft, he wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of an orgasm. The constant edging and tickling kept his heart pounding and his head hazy. “OK OK OK! FINE! GYAHAHAHA! I-I DID IT! I BROKE IN! IT WAS MEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” he blurted out, desperate to make his torture stop. If he had to lie and confess to a crime he definitely didn’t commit, so be it.

“Ah, so the naughty, intruding liar finally confesses to his crimes,” Celestia grinned, tapping her fingers against his tender toes. “Now, what should be the appropriate punishment?”

“Hm...a few more hours of tickling sounds like a suitable punishment,” Shining suggested, adding the paintbrush to the tools teasing and edging his cock.

“I wholeheartedly agree, Shining Armor!” Celestia grinned, her fingers sliding in and out between his toes.

“NOOOOHOHOHOHOHO! T-THAT’S NOT FAAAIIIR!”

“Oh? And what would a little cheater like you know about being fair?”

Celestia’s response made Dreamy’s heart skip a beat. Everything about this insane situation suddenly started to make sense. “W-WHAHAHAHAHAHAT? T-THAT’S WHAT THIS IS ABOUUUUT?!”

“Welcome to your punishment, Dreamy,” Celestia said with a smirk, scribbling her fingers down his arch.

“AAAHAHA! I ALREADY SAID I WAS SORRY FOR CHEATING!”

“I know, but naughty cheaters like you need to be punished properly. Plus you said the safe word, too. You didn’t think I’d be letting you off easy, did you?”

“NO PLEASE I SAID I WAS SOOORRY!” Dreamy cried. Last time he saw Celestia, she was so nice, a bit mischievous, but nice. Why was she acting like this?

Shining joined Celestia at Dreamy’s feet, taking care of his left foot. Shining pulled back the toes, striking the exposed stems with his other hand. The magic controlling the other tools seemed to work automatically, with the brush at his balls, the paintbrush at his shaft, and the feather at his head.

Celestia plucked a few feathers from Dreamy’s wings, sticking them between his toes. “Let’s see how you like it,” she sneered, sawing the feathers back and forth.

“MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOOOOP!” Dreamy cackled, his vision starting to get fuzzy through all the tears.

“Gonna tickle tickle these cute feet of yours for hours and hours...and we have so many tools to play with…” Celestia cooed, spinning the feathers between his toes.

“Kitchy koo, Dreamy…” Shining said, joining in on the verbal teasing.

“NOOOOOOOO!”

Dreamy’s desperate begging was only met with more verbal teasing, driving him closer to the edge of his sanity, his head starting to feel lighter with each passing moment of punishment. Soon, he was unable to form any coherent words.

Unable to beg anymore, Dreamy’s laughter grew weaker with each passing moment, his body hung limp, unable to do anything more than struggle to take a breath as wheezy laughter forced its way out his mouth.

Soon, even his weak laughter disappeared, the only noticeable movement being his heaving chest, trying to get a breath in. The sensations continued to register on his overworked nerves, but he simply didn’t have the energy to physically react to any of it anymore. He had hoped that once he stopped laughing, they would stop and he would be able to breathe easy, even if it was for a fleeting moment, but any sort of relief never came. The little gasps of air he tried to get weren’t enough to keep him conscious, and Dreamy’s blurry vision finally went dark.