Bootaloo

* * * Day 1 * * *

A steady heartbeat pulsated on the screen. It was surrounded by dozens of other data points, including: Age - 21, Shoe Size - 06, Sensitivity - Above Avg., Duration - FOREVER, all positioned beneath a picture of Scootaloo taken mid hysterical laugh yesterday and the header Name - SUBJECT 005.

Apple Bloom loomed over the console. She glanced at the data and tapped away at her armband computer. Beside her Sweetie Belle flipped through an old tome. She jotted down notes and inputted numbers into her graphing calculator, it was the silver edition.

“How are the numbers lookin’ for the dilation field?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Perfect, everything’s exactly on point! With even just the current intake of Subjects 003 and 004 it could easily maintain itself for a couple decades. How’s Sco-- Subject 005?”

“Still zonked out.” Apple Bloom snorted. “I still can’t believe she passed out from just a bit ah apple butter. I’ll turn on her suit’s enervation limit, but we’re gonna have to work on her endurance.”

“Well at least we’ve got plenty of time.”

Apple Bloom and Sweetie locked eyes and exploded with laughter. Apple Bloom slapped her knee until she calmed down and straighten her lab coat.

“Let’s wake her.” Sweetie hopped up, “I don’t want her cute little feet to spend another minute free!”

“Go ahead, but I think it’ll be more fun if we have Subject 002 bring in the equipment.”

“Ohh, nice~” Sweetie grinned, “I bet they’ll love seeing each other again after all this time.”

Apple Bloom opened a door to a well-lit industrial hallway. Constant screaming laughter echoed throughout only broken up by the occasional worthless pleas and lustful moans. A gentle smile graced Apple Bloom’s lips and she strode out of the control room. Sweetie rushed into Scootaloo’s cell bouncing on the padded floor like a trampoline and darted behind her prisoner’s chair.

The snoring pegasus slowly stirred as airy fingertips glided up and down her sides. They took their time and graced all her torso. The fingers pooled into her armpits and skittered around, Scootaloo jerked in her chair waking with a startled snort.

“You passed out on us yesterday before we could add the finishing touch to your suit. Naughty, naughty.” Sweetie’s hands slid across Scootaloo’s chest.

“Huh?” Scootaloo blinked the light bathing the room from her eyes.

She jumped in her chair.

“That’s right Subject 005, it wasn’t a wet dream you had last night, this is real~” Sweetie whispered into Scootaloo’s ear stroking behind it. “And you’re gonna be our lovely little laughing ‘Loo forever~”

Sweetie ran her fingers down Scootaloo’s sides again. The pegasus inhaled a sharp breath and clamped her teeth to keep from laughing. Despite the latex suit, it felt like Sweetie was stroking her naked body.

“You girls can’t keep me here; somepony will notice I’m missing!” Scootaloo struggled.

“Maybe if you actually went to your classes. But even still you’ll find out we actually can keep you here forever.”

The cell door opened, Apple Bloom walked in holding a leash. She yanked in a dark saffron mare with a pink mohawk that flopped over obscuring one of her eyes.

“Babs!” Scootaloo’s eyes bugged out.

Babs Seed did not respond to the cry. Besides the thick collar around her neck she wore a skintight white latex suit with a boob window, it covered everything but her head, hands, and feet. Apple Bloom led her cousin in. With every step Babs looked like she was on the verge of cumming. Her thighs were squeezed together grinding, she bit her lip and her head rolled side to side. She hugged a box tightly to her chest and gave it small kisses.

“She’s Subject 002 now. I doubt she even remembers that old name after all these years. She’s just another one of our utterly broken loyal tickle pets~”

Apple Bloom pointed down and Babs knelt before Scootaloo’s trapped feet. A hot blush tinted her cheeks and she licked her lips. Her face leaned closer to them.

“Years? We all hung out a couple days ago.”

“Ms. Belle, you haven’t explained it to her yet?”

“Was just about to before you walked in so perfect timing. You see Subject 005 were not in regular space anymore. While Ms. Bloom worked on her apple butter I also abused my sister’s fame and my Twi connection to access some restricted text as well as have a few interviews with Starlight, Starswirl, and a mysterious benefactor with godlike power only equal to his thirst for laughing desperate pleading ponies. They all helped me create this!” Sweetie raised her hands and spun in a circle.

“… A rubber room?”

“Oh come on!”

“Why does this happen every time we try ta make dramatic speeches?”

“What this is, is a super advance entropy induced mirth powered time dilation field coupled with personal select metabolic petrification slash life-support suits all housed in a self-stabilizing pocket dimension!” Sweetie nerded even having made the slash gesture with her hand.

“In Ponish.”

“Discord helped us set up a magic-sciencey place where ya don’t have ta eat, sleep, etc.” Apple Bloom dumbed down.

“I’m so telling Fluttershy. Also doesn’t seem to work too well since I just woke up.”

“We didn’t have the sleep one turned on yet. We didn’t know you’d be such a wimp to need it before we even got your suiting finished.”

Scootaloo scowled.

“But basically I can target inconvenient things, like your need for sleep, food, digestion and such, and while you’re here freeze them until you leave. If you leave.” Sweetie adjusted a nonexistent pair of glasses.

“002, why don’t you give your old friend here our newest invention.”

“Yeah, Mistress Bloom!” Babs opened the box.

The camera arms dollied in for a closer view. Babs pulled a grey latex pair of chonky boots that looked like a cross between Converse and snowboard boots with the buckling gear attached. The letters ‘TKL’ were stitched on the belts along with ‘Perma-Boot’ printed across the sides with various warning symbols like those on both their suits. Drool leaked from Bab’s mouth and she lovingly ran her thumbs over the toe caps.

“You’re so lucky.” She whispered.

“Come on Babs, you can’t seriously have been beaten by these two. You gave Sweetie an atomic wedgie just last week for nerding out over a videogame!”

“Haha, I forgot she did that to ya. Is that what ya wanted Babs here?”

“It wasn’t funny!”

“It kinda was.”

Babs didn’t acknowledge the squabbling. Her eyes glued to the boots and toes clenched tight.

“I’d say you’d be surprised at how effective ticklin’ is at turnin’ anypony into a broken submissive needy plaything, but you’re gonna find out first-hand.” Apple Bloom promised.

Apple Bloom typed on her armpad and two mechanical hands extended from the ceiling, each grabbed onto Scootaloo’s shins and lifted them up as the ankle bands retracted back into the chair. Scootaloo kicked her legs but couldn’t even make the robotic arms wobble. Babs placed one boot on the ground and inched the other one to Scootaloo’s trapped squirming foot.

The boot appeared to be a size or two larger than Scootaloo’s foot, but as Babs guided it on her, Scootaloo felt that the interior was lined with a thick padded material, most likely the same that covered the room. The boot reached up to her mid-shin; her toes wriggled and explored finding more room than where the boot hugged snug against her calf. Babs’ hands trembled and let go of the boot. She picked up its twin and secured it on. Apple Bloom hit a button on her armband, the chonky boots’ belts seized, biting into the rubbery footwear. Infinity symbols glowed on the buckles’ locks.

“Thanks for your assistance, 002.” Apple Bloom did not look at Babs as she spoke; instead she swiped buttons on her armpad. “If our tests are successful we’ll make pairs for you and all the other subjects too. I trust you can return to your cell and ready your feet for their daily treatment.”

Babs’ eyes shined and she scurried out of Scootaloo’s cell leash flapping about. The door sealed behind her.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!” Sweetie held her balled up hands to chin. She cooed and squeed at her captive best friend, her fist clapping together.

Stoic, Apple Bloom simply watched with one arm behind her back and the other hung in front of her chin and her head slightly askew. Her irises were the size of pinpricks and she wore the tiniest blood-curdling smile. She snapped her fingers.

More arms descend from the ceiling, they grabbed Scootaloo by the shoulders and wrist and lifted the rest of her up. The chair sunk into the floor, plush panels closed overtop it. The mechanized arms forced her arms between her back and bound wings and locked on massive industrialized chainless handcuffs. All six arms released her.

“Wahhh--”

Scootaloo’s cry was cut short as she bounced facedown and unscathed on the cushioned rubbery floor. Her wrist flailed pointlessly against the thick metal cuffs. The pegasus turned over and blew a lock of hair out of her face.

“Hate. You.” She steamed.

“Wait one more second and you can tell us how you really feel. Ms. Bloom?”

Apple Bloom’s hand struck her armpad like a cobra. Whirling noises revved from Scootaloo's boots. Eyes wide, Scootaloo flailed her legs in air thumping one boot against the other’s edge to try and kick it off.

“I love ta watch ‘em struggle~” Apple Bloom purred, “Subject 005, you’ll find that the TKL Perma-Boots, patent pendin’, live up ta their name.”

Scootaloo flopped around, rocking this way and that, even contorting to bite at the shoes. “I swear to Celestia when I get outta here I’m gonna pummel you both!”

“I suggest you save your breath, you’ll need it.”

Scootaloo felt a mass of rubber nubs push against each of her heels. They crept forwards, dragging across the lengths of her feet. A surprised giggle launched the pegasus face first onto the floor. The pressure behind the ticklish barbs made sure each of the dozens conformed exactly to the shape of her sole. They crossed her arch, the balls of her feet, and bullied her toes, some spread them wide while the others traced their undersides. The nubs pulled backwards and made a return trip to her heels at slightly quicker pace. They restarted the journey to her toes and cranked up their speed further. Back and forth, faster and faster, the dull spikes swept every bit of Scootaloo’s soles until she felt they were travelling faster than lightning.

Scootaloo bit her lip failing to keep her chuckles inside, her eyes twitched, and her fingers balled up tight.

“Aww, 005, you’re such a tough girl aren’t you, holding back all your sweet melodic laughs.” Sweetie leaned over and mocked. “We’ll see how tough you really are after the TLK boots finish calibrating and can actually get to work. Tickling your precious little feet non-stop, until you’re another one of our broken lil’ ticklesults.”

Scootaloo lost all composure and burst out, “GAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Apple Bloom licked her lips while Sweetie Belle’s hand slid under her waistband. The camera arms swung around to capture everything from the cackling mare as she kicked and writhed on the floor.

“Turn them oooOOOOFAHAHAHAH!”

* * *

The nubs passed hundreds more times across Scootaloo’s feet, but did slow to a stop. She panted, sweat poured down her face, her lungs felt like they were on fire. She’d run marathons, placed in extreme sport completions, and nothing had every exhausted her like this. Errant giggles squeaked out of her as her toes randomly twitched inside the thick boots.

“Please…” Scootaloo huffed, “I can’t take any more.”

“Actually, ya can.” Apple Bloom corrected.

“Wha?”

“Remember how I told these suits freeze select process within your body.” Sweetie tugged the collar of her shirt down to reveal she had a latex bodysuit on as well. “Exhaustion is a special one we can set to plateau once it reaches a predetermined level.”

Scootaloo stared and blinked.

“We made it so you can’t get any more tired.” Sweetie begrudgingly explained. “No matter how long it goes on or how much worse it gets, you can’t pass out anymore or stop feeling the sensations. As for your water-loss, we could turn that off too but I like seeing you literally sweat, and those tears of laugher are just the cutest thing ever. So I made sure your suit keeps you just hydrated enough so those processes can continue indefinitely.”

Scootaloo stared and blinked more.

“She’ll pick it up eventually. Don’t forget, this place doubled as great study hall for me after all.” Apple Bloom patted Sweetie’s shoulder.

“Whoever we get for 006 better be a science major.” Sweetie muttered. “Let’s just start phase two of the calibration.”

She motioned for Apple Bloom’s arm and tapped on her computer. A buzzing emanated from the TLK boots and Scootaloo’s heart skipped a beat. She exploded into laugher.

“AYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Sweetie’s sour mood did a 180 and a warm smile overtook her face. She touched one more button on Apple Bloom’s arm pad. Scootaloo’s boots shimmered and then seemed to fade away to a ghostly after image, through the translucent veil a half dozen hard bristle brushed scrubbed away at her blushing soles.

Scootaloo wormed her way to the edge of her cell; she laughed, screamed, and tried to kick off the invisible shoes. Back against the wall she held up her feet towards the mirror. She saw tiny nozzles half visible around the edges of where the boots would be squirt horrific red goo on her feet, apple butter, and the brushes polishing her feet with it.

“EEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEEEHEHEHEHEEHEEHEE!”

Sweetie curled up next to Scootaloo and scratched behind her ear.

“Glad you’re enjoying Ms. Bloom’s apple butter. We’re going to take measurements once a day to see how much more sensitive it makes your soles. Then your boots will use that to know how much to increase the intensity of your torments. More and more, every single day will get a little bit worse for your poor doomed feet, from now until forever~” Sweetie’s fingers danced across Scootaloo’s sides.

“WHAHAHAHAHAY!?”

“Because Scoots,” Sweetie whispered and kissed her cheek, “we love you.”

Apple Bloom took her eyes of the laughing mess of a mare and her hogging partner and checked the data transmitted to her armpad. A notification showed the boots had finished calibrating five minutes ago, but Apple Bloom saw no reason to turn them off now when her friends were having so much fun.