Gift Givers of the Toeve

You decided not to listen to the poor party girl. You went directly for the weak, exposed spots, driving your fingers first into her lower sides. She squealed and tried to force her way out of the corner, but each sidestep she made pushed her sides further into your fingers.

You pressed your chest up against hers, grinning evilly. "Sooo, you'll tell me where to find the Gift Givers now?" you teased, your fingers raking inwards to attack her exposed belly.

"Nyyyeaaahhhahahahahanonononoooo!!! P-PLEASE DON'T MAHAHAHAKE ME TELL!!!" Pinkie begged. You shook your head and slipped your hands under the poor girl's red and white top, skittering your fingers up and down her upper belly, making sure to trail each of your forefingers down her adorable navel.

"NONONO NOT MY B-BELLYYYYYHEHEHEHEHE!!" the poofy haired party girl screamed.

"Don't worry Pinkie, I'll stop as soon as you tell me where the reindeer people are! All it takes is a few words..." you responded, poking and prodding her exposed flesh and causing her to jolt and giggle hard.

"OK OK I'LL TEHEHEHELL!!" Pinkie screamed, and you perked up, standing back and allowing her to catch her breath.

"Hah...hahaha...ok, the Gift Givers...they live-" she started, but then slipped away from the corner she was stuck in. You mentally cursed yourself for not holding her tight, and ran after her. She looked back at you and laughed, running upstairs in the bakery in an effort to escape.

"NOOOO!! CAN'T CATCH ME NONNY!!! I'LL NEVER TELL!!" she called back at you. You chased her down the upstairs hallway and she ducked into one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut and locking it JUST before you reached her.

"You can't hide in there forever, Pinkamena Diane Pie! I WILL tickle you until you tell me exactly what that little secret is!" you shouted against the door.

You heard Pinkie's cute voice sassing you. "Well Nonny, you gotta CATCH me first...I'm not gonna come outta here till you're gone. Tickling is fun, but I can't take it from you. No fair."

You hatched a plan quickly, saying in a defeated tone, "Fine, fine, you win...I can't wait for long here, the secret is safe with you..." and made footstep sounds that gradually faded out from the hall, making sure not to stand directly in front of the door. This was just in case she looked under the door for your shadow.

After a minute, you heard the door click open, and saw Pinkie's head peek outwards.

"RAAAGHH!!" you roared, shoving your way through the door and making Pinkie scream. You pulled her into the room with you, locking the door again. She dove onto the bed and tried to escape to the other side, but you managed to catch up to her.

You grabbed both her ankles, climbing over her legs and sitting on the backs of her thighs.

"Noooononono, Nonny, pleaaase not there..." she begged, looking back at you with the most adorable puppy eyes she could muster. But you noticed a slight smirk behind the sad, helpless look. So you turned around to face Pinkie's feet.

"Sorry, Miss Pie...either you gimme the secret, or I tickle your precious little feet till you spill the beans..." you teased, slowly peeling off one of Pinkie's soft elf-like boots, and following through with one of her red and white thigh-high stockings, exposing her bare sole. Her toes were scrunched as tight as they could go in anticipation of their torture.

You repeated the process with her other leg, exposing her other sole to you, and forced both of her feet down to the bed so they couldn't kick. Since she refused to reveal the Gift Givers' location to you, you decided to show no mercy.

Your nails dug deeply into her smooth soles and dragged downwards slowly, deliberately, causing her to burst out into her bubbly and adorable giggles immediately. Every time your fingers traveled upwards again, you increased the speed of your strokes. Before long, there was barely a mathod to your madness. Your fingers simply skated across both of her smooth, cupcake-scented soles erratically and quickly.

"I'LLTALKI'LLTALKI'LLTALK!! PLEEEASE!!! EEEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!" Pinkie squealed out, her face blushing madly and her toes flexing tightly in an attempt at lessening the feel of your fingers. But she was simply too ticklish for you. You weren't going to fall for the same trick twice.

"Maybe you shouldn't have run away last time...I think I'll let you enjoy the tickling for a little longer, Element of Laughter..." you responded, wrapping both of your legs around hers and sitting lower on her body. This way, her feet had much less leeway to kick and wiggle, and were more vulnerable to your adventurous hands.

"I'M SOHOHO-AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!" she suddenly burst out, as soon as you explored the areas directly under and between her toes. She pounded her fists against the bed, crying out for you to cease the relentless assault on her sensitive soles. But your fingers weren't having that. They were just too soft.

"You're WHAT? Sorry Pinks, didn't quite catch that..." you teased, squirming a single finger across each arch. Her feet tried to cross over one another to shield themselves from your assault as tears streamed down her giggling face.

"I-I'M SOR-HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!!!" she feebly tried to shout. But you still didn't get what she was trying to say...or so she thought. Her tickling-addled brain wouldn't allow her to do anything other than squirm and beg for forgiveness.

"One more time, I think you almost have it," you said, nonchalantly. You then grabbed her right foot with both hands to hold it totally still, leaned down and pressed your tongue up against her heel, dragging it slowly up to her adorable toes, and making sure to make audible slurping sounds to tease the party girl further.

Just as the vaguely cupcake-like taste of her sole intoxicated you too much for you to stop, she pulled her head out from the depths of a pillow and screamed out loudly and clearly.

"I'M SORRY!!! SOHOHOHORYYYYYPLEASEI'LLTALKNOWWWW!!"

You continued to tickle her left foot furiously and collect her sweat on the right foot on your tongue for only a few minutes longer, and then you slowed it down over another few minutes to a standstill. Pinkie panted, gasping for air, a heavy blush on her face and her soles.

"O-ok...phew...Nonny, please, I'll tell you where the...Gift Givers are...that was fun, but...please, lemme have my feetsies back..." she stammered, her legs pulling themselves back against the snare of your own legs.

"Sigh...alright, Pinkie, I guess I'll let 'em go...for now..." you said, leaning down and placing a kiss on her left sole, loosening up your legs so she could pull free. She managed to crawl off the bed and stand up, shaking off the exhaustion as much as possible.

She beckoned you along, and you hopped out of bed and followed behind her, eyes never leaving her abused feet hitting the floor and leading you forward. She then made it to a certain spot in the destroyed bakery, and reached around your torso, grabbing you and pulling you up against her.

"I dunno if I should trust you with this con-fid-end-teal info, Nonny, you were mean to me and my feet...but, I guess I can take the risk..."

"Wait, you said you'd give me the location!" you protested.

"No no, this is ANOTHER secret...one that no one should know of..."

Before you could respond to the crazy party girl, a trapdoor opened beneath your feet.

"AAA-" you yelled out, but as soon as you both hit a metal slide, Pinkie covered your mouth with all her might, shutting you up instantly. When the ride was over, she let go of you and left you to gasp, grasping your chest. You held onto it tightly and tried not to suffer a heart attack.

The trapdoor closed above you. "Hehehe, sorry Nonny, buuuut, I can't have anyone discovering my party-planning cave..." she said, bent over a filing cabinet and rifling through.

"Well...whatever, what are all these cabinets doing around here?" you inquired, brushing a llama-shaped balloon out of your face and opening one of them up.

"Oh, those are just my dossiers on everyone in town, so I can throw 'em the best party..." she explained as you looked through the A's to G's. You found your name relatively quickly, and noticed a disturbingly high amount of info next to your name and photo.

"Really? My next party is gonna have you and a pair of stocks as a present?" you asked, tensing up and sweating at the mere thought of what she had planned.

"Oh C'MON, NONNY!!!" she shouted as she snatched the file from your hands, pouting. "That was a surprise, now I gotta think of something else!"

You grinned softly at her, "Well, I WAS surprised, now I want you to throw that party for me...please?"

Pinkie thought for a moment. "Okaaaaay, fine, even though it's not a surprise...but anyway, Nonny, as I promised...here," she said, handing you an old piece of parchment.

You opened it up and saw that it was a map. Somewhere beyond Yakyakistan was a secret grove with a small cabin, and a badly-drawn portrait of three reindeer-people.

"Yyyyyup, that's where they are...keep it a secret, Nonny, I don't want yaks to be mad at me..." she said, wringing her hands and begging.

"Oh c'mon Pinks, you know I'd NEVER get you in trouble like that. Now, I have to go get some extra presents for Hearth's Warming. Now, how do I get out of here?" you asked her.

"Oh, Twilight built a little teleporter thingy-mabob outta here since climbing up the slide was too hard. Just stand in there," she pointed at a small, circular device on the floor.

You approached the strange machine, and looked back at the party girl one last time. "So...do this again sometime?"

Pinkie smirked at you. "I'll be READY next time, Mr. Tickle-Meanie..."

And then you stepped into the teleporter, appearing directly in the center of Ponyville, and stared at the yak-drawn map.

"Now, how do I get there..."