The moon rose high above Equestria, the dim glow of the moon and stars reflecting off the white and gold buildings of Canterlot made the city softly shine in the dark.
Inside the royal castle, as Luna prepared for her night shift, Celestia had put her royal regalia away and changed into her pajamas, entering her bedroom to retire for the night, with Dreamy Daze following right behind her.
Dreamy let out a loud yawn as he stretched his limbs, his wings spreading out to their full length as he raised his arms high. “Aaah...Finally time to sleep after such a busy day…”
“Yes, I’m sure that two-hour nap in the clouds was absolutely exhausting for you,” Celestia teased, rolling her eyes.
“Hey, I was up at six in the morning helping you with cooking and cleaning stuff,” Dreamy said defensively. “I earned that nap.”
“Well I have good news, then. Because I’ve gotten everything done today...” Celestia sat herself down on the bed. “We’ll have all of tomorrow to ourselves. No meetings, no ceremonies, just you and me for the whole day.”
“Does that mean I can sleep past noon?” Dreamy asked, looking at Celestia with hope in his eyes.
Celestia gave him a wink. “I’ll let you wake up whenever you want.”
“You say the most romantic things...”
As Celestia turned off the lights, she looked back to Dreamy. “You know, we’d have more time to play together if you just woke up earlier.”
‘Yeah, but I’ll get cranky if I don’t get my beauty sleep,”' Dreamy joked, putting his hands on his hips.
“Really? I think I know plenty of ways to cure morning crankiness...” Celestia grinned, reaching her arms forward to squeeze Dreamy’s sides.
Dreamy’s wings popped out as he jolted, trying to push Celestia’s hands away. “Ahahack! A-Alright, alright! I’ll try and wake up earlier!”
Celestia smiled, patting the empty space on the bed. “Good! Now, care to join me?”
Dreamy tucked his wings back behind and climbed onto his side of the bed, rolling towards the middle.
Celestia lifted up the sheets and slid underneath, sidling up next to Dreamy. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged tight. “Comfortable?”
“Wait…” Dreamy muttered, rubbing his muzzle against her chest. “...Now I’m comfortable.”
Celestia rested her head on top of Dreamy’s, unable to see the growing smirk on his face. With the covers over both of them, she also couldn’t see his hands slowly creeping closer, sneaking underneath her shirt to quickly spider his fingers across her stomach.
“Eeeeeheehee! D-Dreaaaamy!”
Dreamy let out a conniving little chuckle, stopping just as quickly as he started. “There, now we’re even, Tia.”
“Ooh, you little…” Celestia let out a playful little huff, squeezing him tighter. “Just get some sleep, you’re lucky…” she shook her head, cutting herself off.
The grin on Dreamy’s face stayed as he closed his eyes. “Yeah, I am…”
As the mood settled down, Dreamy could feel the soft rise and fall of Celestia’s chest with each slow breath she took. He began matching his own breathing with hers, easily falling asleep in the warm, welcoming embrace of his princess.
Soon, Dreamy began to wake up, letting out small groans as his eyes tried to adjust to the daylight. He fully expected Celestia to have gotten out of bed to raise the sun, leaving the bed all to himself. As he stretched his arms and legs, he paused when he felt his body not moving in the way he expected it to.
As Dreamy’s mind came into focus, he could properly identify the problem. He was set in an upright position on the bed, his arms raised above his head to keep his armpits exposed with something tied around his wrists to keep them there. His ankles were locked into stocks, firmly attached to the foot to the bed. Finally, he had been stripped down to only his underwear.
“...Oh…” Dreamy muttered, already resigned to his fate. He looked around with what little freedom his body still had. Despite still being in the same bed, the surrounding grass and open sky above him made it incredibly obvious he wasn’t in the bedroom anymore.
“Wha…?” No matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t find Celestia or the rest of his clothes anywhere.
As he tried to figure out how he could escape from the bed, Celestia suddenly appeared next to the bed, resting her elbows on the sheets, still in her pajamas, but carrying a yellow shoulder bag. “Oh! You’re awake!
Dreamy began to fidget in his bonds, the sight of the bag making his feet curl. “You know, I’d like to go at least a week where I can wake up and not be tied up in some way.”
“Aw, but you love the Tia tickles!” Celestia teased, wiggling her fingers in front of him.
“That is SO not the point…”
Celestia took a look in her bag without showing Dreamy the contents. “You were sleeping for so long, we thought we’d be done setting up by the time you were awake!”
“Really not liking the use of the word ‘we’, Tia...”
As if on cue, Princess Luna showed up on the other side of the bed, dressed similarly to her sister, and carrying a bag of her own. “Ah, I see Dreamy is up.”
Dreamy’s body froze up. “S-Seriously? Both of you?”
Luna raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem with me assisting my sister, Dreamy?”
“N-No! I-It’s not that! I j-just...” Dreamy stammered, his cheeks already starting to get red.
Celestia started giggling. “He’s just worried about how fast we’ll make him a flustered mess working together.”
Luna shot Dreamy a sadistic grin. “Oh, if that’s the case, I think we can set a new record…”
“Easy, Luna, he just woke up. There’s plenty of time for that later…”
“Please be gentle…” Dreamy said, knowing there was no talking his way out of this.
The two sisters looked at each other and smirked. Celestia climbed up onto the bed, sitting on Dreamy’s left side.
“So many places to tickle, where should I start first?” she sang, her fingers hovering over his bare and exposed upperbody.
Dreamy kept silent, not wanting to give Celestia any sort of help. The sight of her fingers wiggling above him, just barely not touching him made his heart race.
Celestia finally decided that her first target would be Dreamy’s sides. One by one, her fingers poked and prodded him, tapping away at his sides.
“Nnnf...Mmhmmhm…” Dreamy grit his teeth, squirming with each little poke.
“The silent treatment, hm? Well, I know how to fix that…” Celestia started to increase the pace, getting more frequent with her poking.
Dreamy forced out more air through clenched teeth, trying not to give her the satisfaction of laughing. The smile on his face showed that he was fighting a losing battle.
Satisfied with her progress so far, Celestia decided to shift her focus. Her fingers hovered above his armpits, waiting for the dread to sink in before striking.
“NNNFFF!” Dreamy threw his head back as his whole body trembled. His legs bounced up and down, rattling the stocks he was locked in. He yanked down hard on whatever was keeping his arms above his head, trying to protect his armpits from Celestia’s nimble fingers.
Seeing that he was barely keeping it in, Celestia leaned close and began whispering in his ear, slowing her tickling pace down so that he could concentrate on her words. “Coochie coo, Dreamy…”
“Baaaahahahaha! N-nohoho!” Celestia’s words were the final blow to make Dreamy crack, letting out a stream of steady laughter, even as Celestia eased up on the tickling.
“It’s almost impressive how quickly he breaks down from a little verbal teasing,” Luna said, watching in amusement. “May I join in, sister?”
“Of course, I got him warmed up for us both.”
Luna hopped onto the bed, sitting right on Dreamy’s lap. “It’s been a while, but I believe I remember all your tickle spots.” She wiggled her fingers menacingly, slowly reaching forward to strike.
Dreamy tensed his stomach up in anticipation, panicking when he saw Luna’s hands go past his stomach and sides to target something more vulnerable. “AAAIIIIIEEEE NAHAHAHAT THE WIIIINGS!” Though his limbs were tied together, his wings weren’t restrained at all, allowing them to pop open.
Luna’s fingers dug into the base of his wings, snickering to herself as she watched them helplessly flap around. “Trying to escape?”
Celestia resumed tickling his armpits from behind, her fingers dancing against the smooth hollows of his pits. “Oh Dreamy, there’s no getting away from the tickles…”
With both princesses now tickling him, Dreamy’s laughter rose up to a girlish squeal. His body thrashed around in an unsuccessful attempt to either throw Luna off of him or escape from Celestia. “NAHAHAHA! NOT THERE NOT THERE!”
“Aw, why should we stop?” Celestia giggled, skittering faster into his armpits. “You sound so cute when you squeal...”
Luna began exploring the rest of Dreamy’s wings, running her fingers through his feathers, smirking at how stiff his wings had gotten. “And you look so adorable the way you wiggle around.”
“PleheheheHEEEEAASE! I CAHAHAHA! I CAHAHAN’T!”
“You can’t what?” Celestia smirked, vibrating all her fingers against his pits to make sure Dreamy had a harder time trying to communicate.
“IHIHI CAHAHA! I CAHAHAAAA! ICANTAHAHAAA!” Each time Dreamy tried to finish his thought, both sisters tickled faster to make him start babbling again until he could finally spit it out. “I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!”
Luna put her hands on Dreamy’s shoulders and leaned in, her muzzle so close to his, they were almost kissing. “Oh, I think you can. But if you insist, we can do something else...Sister?”
Dreamy watched as the pair of white hands stopped tickling and started trailing down his body, her fingertips lightly grazing against his tummy and sides until they stopped right on his hips.
“Ready, Dreamy?”
“Like I have a choice?”
“Well, is there something else you’d rather do than be lovingly tickled by us?” Celestia asked as her hands hovered above his hips.
“...No, this is fine.” Dreamy said sheepishly.
Celestia gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Good! Now…” With a wicked grin on her face, her fingers dug into his hips.
Dreamy started screaming with laughter. If Luna wasn’t still sitting on his lap, he would have been bouncing around on the bed.
“Goodness, Dreamy, since when were your hips this ticklish?” Luna chuckled, trying to keep Dreamy pinned down.
Dreamy’s eyes widened as Celestia’s fingers continued to squeeze him. He didn’t have the concentration to remember the last time his hips were tickled, but he was certain that they weren’t this ticklish, yet every little squeeze and dig into his hips drove him insane.
Celestia alternated between gentle squeezes and harsher digs into his hips, making sure to move along with all the thrashing. “I think I might have a new favorite tickle spot on you!”
Even with Dreamy’s wild bucking, Luna managed to resume her tickling, Her fingertips tapping away at his ribcage. She started at the bottom, working her way up to his armpits.
Dreamy’s attention was now focused on Luna’s fingers slowly crawling up his ribs, his laughter growing louder until she finally reached his pits. “Eeehehee! Nooohohoho...Plehehehase...pleasepleasepleaseplEEAAHAHAHAAA!”
“Ooh Dreamy, are you just extra ticklish today?” Celestia teased, now switching to squeezing his sides.
Luna wiggled her fingers as she went down his ribs. “Then we picked a good day to tickle you…”
“IT TIHIHIHIHAHAHA! TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUCH!” Dreamy’s body trembled whenever he wasn’t thrashing from Celestia’s constant squeezing. Nearly the entire time, all he could see was Luna, delighted to keep exploring all of his ticklish body.
As Luna worked her way back up to his armpits, she gasped in excitement. “Oh, Celestia! All this time, you know what we’ve been neglecting?”
“Ooh, is it time to go for his feet? Wonderful idea, Luna!”
While the princesses went to the foot of the bed to prepare, Dreamy’s giggles died down as he rested. Though he was a little lightheaded, he still felt oddly full of energy. Even with how hard he had been laughing, he didn’t feel out of breath.
With Celestia on his left foot and Luna on his right, Dreamy could see the evil grins on the princesses. He curled up his toes, trying to block one foot with the other to give them as little space as possible.
Once the sisters began scribbling their fingers against his heels, that defense quickly fell apart as Dreamy threw his head back and howled with laughter, flailing his feet to try and bat their hands away.
With two hands for each foot, there were plenty of options for the sisters. Celestia simply followed the wild movements of his foot. With her left hand skittering against his toes and her right hand scritching against his heel, she didn’t let Dreamy escape. Luna chose a crueler option; Her left hand pinned his toes back against the stocks, leaving her right hand free to rake down his taut arch with no chance of escape.
“NonononoNOOOHOHOHO! P-Plehehehehase! Nahahahat the feeheeheeheeheeheet!” Dreamy rocked his body back and forth, desperate to break free. The conflicting sensations on his feet made his mind fuzzy, almost as if both feet were getting the same ticklish treatment.
Celestia pressed her muzzle against Dreamy’s arch, playfully and lovingly kissing his sole as she tickled at his heels, feeling his toes wrap around her nose. Luna pressed back the tips of Dreamy’s toes, leaving the rest vulnerable to her clawed fingers.
Dreamy’s legs trembled, his laughter drowning out the rattling of the stocks. The attack against his toes forced out a particularly drawn-out squeal.
“Watch this,” Celestia whispered to Luna. Celestia took over tickling both feet, her fingers only lightly skittering up and down his soles.
“Eeeheeheeheeheehee…” Dreamy’s laughter died down, though he still let out a steady stream of giggles. His body squirmed from side to side, though his efforts to resist were rather tame.
Without changing the speed or intensity of her fingers, Celestia smirked. “Who’s a ticklish little pegasus?”
Dreamy’s cheeks immediately gained a deeper shade of red as his squirming turned into thrashing. “AaaaahahaHAHAAAA! Stahahahahap!”
Celestia and Luna chuckled at the instant shift in behavior. Celestia gave Dreamy’s right foot back to Luna to allow her the chance to join in. “I don’t believe you answered the question, Dreamy,” Luna said, spidering her fingers across his foot. “Who’s a ticklish little pegasus?”
“Nohohohoho! Pleeheeheeaase! I cahahahan’t!” Dreamy’s ears flattened to the side of his head to try and block them out.
“You don’t wanna answer?” Celestia teased, her wiggling fingers making their way up his sole. “Guess we’ll keep tickle tickle tickling you, then…”
“Aaall over your soft and ticklish feet…”
Dreamy shook his head in a panic, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Eeehahaha! OkayokayOKAY! It’s MEEHEEHEEHEE! I-I’m a tihihihihicklish little pegasahahaHAHAHAAAA!”
“Yes you aaare!” Celestia giggled, her fingers reaching his toes, sneaking between them. “You’re a cute ticklish little pegasus with your wiggly toes!”
“Bwaaahahahaha! WHYYHYHYYY?” Dreamy cried out in distress, his voice cracking with a squeaky laugh.
The two sisters looked at each other, exchanging silent nods as they mercifully gave Dreamy another break.
Dreamy’s head hung down, letting out wheezy giggles as his feet helplessly twitched. “Ehehe...fuhuhuuck…”
“Oh Dreamy…”
The sound of Celestia singing in a sultry tone made Dreamy’s ears twitch and his head perk up, already fully recovered.
Dreamy looked up to see Celestia and Luna opening up the bags they were carrying. Celestia reached inside and took out an electric toothbrush, while Luna took out a comb.
“...Oh no…”
Luna deliberately took her time as she grabbed onto Dreamy’s big toe, slightly pulled it away from his other toes, put the comb between his toes, and started sawing.
During the whole process, Dreamy had plenty of time to beg. “No...no no no! L-Luna, please don’t do it! N-not the comb, not my toes! Oh fuck, please please please don’t-AAAAHAHAAAAAAA! LUNAAAHAHAHAHAAA!”
Luna reveled with sadistic glee as she dragged the comb back and forth, letting each little tooth scritch between his toes.
“FUHUHUHUHUCK! EEHEHAHAHA TIHIHIHIAAAAHAHA HEHEHEHEHELP!” Dreamy turned to Celestia, desperately pleading through the laughter.
“Oh, I’ll certainly help…” Celestia smirked as she turned on the toothbrush, letting it buzz for a second before she pressed it against his big toe.
“NO! Nonono not what I meant by-AAAAAIIIEEEHEEHEEHEEK!” As Dreamy thrashed around once again, he had a terrible realization: he couldn’t move his toes anymore. No matter how hard he tried, they couldn’t curl or wiggle, his feet were completely immobilized.
He didn’t remember seeing Celestia or Luna take out any rope or string, and their horns weren’t glowing with magic. Though given his current situation, being able to concentrate and think clearly wasn’t an easy task.
With Dreamy’s feet unable to defend themselves, Luna pivoted the comb, sliding it underneath his toes. Celestia ran the toothbrush in tiny circles, letting the vibrating head do most of the work.
“AHAHAHAAACK MY TOHOHOHOES! I CAHAHAN’T! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!” Through his tears of laughter, Dreamy could see the familiar yellow and blue magic auras appear on the princess’ horns, but it still didn’t explain why he couldn’t move his feet.
Celestia and Luna reached into their bags again to pull out another tickling tool. Celestia picked up a paintbrush, and Luna grabbed a pill vibrator.
Dreamy didn’t have the opportunity to see the new toys, but he certainly felt them being used. The bristles of the brush slid between and underneath his other toes, and the vibrator was planted firmly on his arch before being turned on.
Dreamy’s mouth was open, but nothing came out. The only sound was the faint buzzing of the vibrator and toothbrush, and the violent rattling of the stocks.
Until…
“-AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!” Dreamy finally managed a gasp of air, and exploded into more audible hysterics. Most of his energy was put into laughing, the rest of his body hung limp. He struggled to keep his head up to look at his royal ticklers.
The two laid off Dreamy’s abused feet, letting him recover once more.
Dreamy took loud gasps of air, getting the oxygen to his head and regaining his focus. “Oh fuck...oh fuck...it still tingles…”
As Dreamy panted, Celestia got back onto the bed and sat next to him. “Now, what to do with this?” she sang, poking at the very prominent bulge in Dreamy’s boxers. With a little nudge of the fabric, his dick sprung out, fully erect.
“Poor Dreamy, being so pent up for so long…” Luna said, mirroring her sister’s position on the other side.
Dreamy’s breathing got heavier as Celestia leaned down planted a kiss on his needy member. “Hah...aah...P-Please…”
“We can’t just leave you like this when you’re so needy, can we?”
The two sisters lightly grazed their fingertips up his shaft, feeling it throb and twitch with the slightest touch.
Dreamy impulsively let out a moan, his body shuddering as those fingers slid up his cock. His wings popped out and stiffened with a pomf.
Celestia and Luna wrapped a hand around his shaft, giving him slow, synchronized pumps.
Dreamy nearly started drooling, his hips thrusting up to try and rush to the climax. “Nnngh...please...I-I’m so close…”
Once he started thrusting, Celestia and Luna pulled their hands back. “Ah ah!” Celestia chastised. “No cheating!”
As punishment, Luna started skittering her fingers against his belly. “Perhaps you needed to be taught a lesson...”
Though the tickling was the lightest it had been so far, the frustration of the denial was maddening. “Nohohoho...p-plehehehease…I just wannaahahahaaa...”
While Luna was busy punishing him, Celestia started pumping Dreamy’s shaft again, slowly stroking from base to tip. “No moving, or else it goes on for longer.”
“Ahahaha...I-I’m tryihihihing!” Dreamy whined. The urge to move was already strong with each little stroke, Luna’s tickling only made it worse. His body was already instinctively trying to wiggle away from her fingers.
“Careful, if you don’t do what she says...” Luna started kneading her fingers into his sides. “I’ll start going for your armpits next…or maybe your wings...”
Luna’s teasing threat motivated Dreamy to try and keep still, but the change in her target didn’t make it any easier. Not jolting with each squeeze into his sides was a concentrated and strained effort.
Celestia gradually increased the speed once Dreamy lessened his squirming, even adding little teases by rubbing her thumb against his cockhead.
“Aahahaaahn! Fuuuuck...” Dreamy clenched his teeth, trying to stay as still as possible.
Luna grinned, going back to the light tummy tickling. Her fingers danced around his navel. “Good...just keep staying like that…”
“Nahahahaha...Just lemmie cuhuhuhum alreadeeheeheeheeeee...”
Part of Celestia’s wing extended out, She began slowly flapping her wing, the long white feathers brushing against his shaft.
Dreamy let out a groan of anguish. “Please please please I’m sohoho clohohohose!” In his desperation, he started thrusting his hips again.
Luna shook her head, the evil grin appearing back on her face. “Looks like you moved again. You know what that means?” Her hands went straight to his armpits, raking down the hollows.
“W-wait! No no no I’m sorr-AAAAHAAAA!” Dreamy realized his mistake too late. He threw his head back as his whole body started to tremble.
Celestia giggled as she flapped her wing faster, covering his cock with her feathers. “Cum for me, Dreamy...”
Dreamy could feel the soft feathers sweep over him, and it was enough to set him off. He shut his eyes tight as he was finally granted a satisfying climax. As he moaned, his mind went fuzzy again, and time seemed to slow to a crawl. His body felt weightless and free, with the voice of Celestia echoed through his mind.
Dreamy opened his eyes with a shudder, sitting upright in the bed. “Gnngh...w-wha?” As he yawned, his mind started to process things at a lethargic pace.
A basic look around told him he was back in the bedroom somehow. He put his hands in front of his face, finding that he had his pajamas back on him, and he was no longer bound, there weren’t any marks on his wrists to indicate that he was tied up. He threw the covers off to look at his feet. As he suspected, there was no blushing or other signs of abuse on his soles, but he still found something unexpected.
His pajama pants had a wet spot right at the crotch. Lifting up his waistband proved that a similar one was in his boxers. His cock was only semi-hard, but the slight musk was enough to piece together what happened.
As Dreamy rubbed his eyes to wake himself up, he heard the door open.
“Oh, good morning, Dreamy!”
Dreamy looked over to see Celestia, wearing a yellow summer dress. “Morning? What time is it...?”
“It’s just about eleven now. Look at you, waking up in the morning for once,” Celestia teased.
A low and sarcastic grumble came out of Dreamy’s lips as he started stretching. As he stood up, he started to wonder if that was the actual Luna in his dream. He paused, if that was really Luna in his dream, then Celestia...
“Well, looks like someone had a very nice dream,” Celestia snickered, pointing at his pajamas. “What was it about?”
“I, um...I can’t remember,” Dreamy lied, trying to cover his crotch up.
“Well, since I have the day off, Luna suggested something that I think would be great for the three of us to do!”
Dreamy paused in the middle of changing. The sudden mention of Luna made him wary. “Uh, what exactly is it?”
“She said it’s still a surprise, but she assured me that you’ll love it!” Celestia grinned with enthusiasm.
Dreamy’s mind started to wander to the different ways this ‘surprise’ could go, especially with parts of his dream still fresh in his memory, but he had no real reason to say no. “...Sure. Why not?”
As they walked down the castle halls, Dreamy noticed that Celestia had a small yellow bag hanging from her shoulder.
“Hey Tia? What’s in the bag?”
“Oh, you’ll know soon enough,” she giggled.
