Bootaloo

* * * Day 2 * * *

“Not my feet! Not my feet! Not my FEHEHEHEHEHEHEHET!”

Scootaloo’s cries died in her otherwise empty cell as the brushes in her boots hummed to life and thrust side-to-side. The perma-boots had run almost non-stop since they had been put on Scootaloo’s feet, only pausing twice every day for one hour each time to wirelessly recharge and for the arms to refill the apple butter. Apple Bloom’s gooey terror not only skyrocketed the sensitivity of her feet, but also sent tidal waves of pleasure through her the more they were touched. Apple Bloom commented how there seemed to be a correlation between smaller foot sizes and the how sensitive and erogenous the feet became.

The time counter above the mirror was a blessing and a curse. On the positive side Scootaloo knew how long she been inside the cell and could structure her thoughts around time. However, on the negative side Scootaloo knew how long she been inside the cell and how slow time passed when once suffered almost non-stop pedal stimulation. The next 11 hours dragged slower than any pony could think possible, not at all helped by the new heating feature she discovered that loved to toast her tiny soles until she sweated out an ocean’s worth.

* * * Day 5 * * *

Scootaloo had been taken out of her cell to be given tours of the pocket dimension facility. Handcuffs exchanged for a padded and latex straightjacket, Scootaloo was strapped to a hand trolley and had her tickle boots set to “low.” Scootaloo spied from behind one way mirrors as the other prisoners were subjected to their own custom foot focused cruelties.

Subject 002, Babs, banged against the glass begging to have her feet tormented even more. She rubbed them with her own hands, loudly moaning but unsatisfied at her inability to tickle herself. She would even crawl right back into her terrifying chair with vicious tickling tools when released, pleading that it still wasn’t enough stimulation. Apple Bloom set pin-wheels to go at her soles again for another couple of hours and wheeled Scootaloo along from the moaning mare.

Subjects 003 and 004, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, when not tied up and tickled by machines, rolled around and worshiped each other’s feet. Diamond Tiara’s soft pink soles stepped on Silver Spoon’s blushing face pushing the mare’s glasses around and her toes wrung Silver Spoon’s hair braid between them. Silver Spoon idly swiped a finger at Diamond Tiara’s arches and preferred to have her grey toes buried in Diamond Tiara’s dripping wet maw where excess apple butter was licked clean off. Scootaloo was almost horny enough to ask to join them.

Subject 001 suffered an additional layer of torment. Spike the Dragon, Number One Assistant, total Chad, and Sweetie Belle’s not-so-secret crush, was, gagged, tickled, and edged. The poor purple dragon was suspended midair, body, wings, and limbs locked in large metal frames embedded in the wall. A VR headset was clamped over his face. A monitor in the room mirrored what he saw, nonstop footage of the other captives torments interspersed with video of Sweetie taunting and tempting him with her feet. Spike’s own tender feet hung free, claws tied into the floor via toe rings, and scratched at by scores of metal talons. His cock was erect and pulsating with need, rings sealed around it and his balls vibrated teasing him endlessly. Sweetie stood beside Scootaloo watching him be edged for over two hours. He never came, and according to Sweetie would not again for “a long, long time.”

“Glad I don’t have one of those.” Scootaloo thanked Celestia.

* * * Day 14 * * *

Scootaloo hadn’t seen either of them for days after that. ‘Did they kidnap another pony and forget about me?’ She wondered, ‘Are they showing me off to them?’

The pegasus shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. She pictured herself scootering free down around the campus, wind in her mane, pulling off sick tricks to impressed ponies, and her fans massaging her feet. It was all Scootaloo could do during her free time to not think about her ticklish torment and what her fellow prisoners suffered. If she had any doubts before about Apple Bloom and Sweetie’s seriousness in regards to her stay here, that tour destroyed it. She peaked at the clock with one eye, the newer ‘Day’ slot made her heart sink; she didn’t remember when it had been added.

One minute remained and round two would begin. Scootaloo wondered if sanity was one of the things that Sweetie Belle’s suit could control and if they would only allow her to break like the other girls if she begged. The minutes clicked over to 00 and Scootaloo bit the floor hoping it would stifle her laughs. She chewed on the padded floor and her toes twitched inside their grey sneaker-styled prison. Nothing happened. Her boots didn’t turn on. ‘Are they busted?’

Scootaloo rolled over to inspect them, Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle stood over top of her.

“Wah!” Scootaloo flailed, “You girls nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Sorry.” They both apologized.

‘So umm… are you here to take these boots off of me?”

“Nope! But you gave us this great idea.” Sweetie started.

“So we had ta pop back over to regular space so I could grab some ingredients for this.” Apple Bloom dangled a flask in her hand, green liquid swashed inside.

“Ahhh!” Scootaloo shuffled backwards and tucked her legs under her body.

Sweetie covered her mouth and giggled.

“Oh poor Subject 005, you’re gonna wish this new treatment was meant for your feet.” Apple Bloom smirked and touched her armpad.

The mechanical arms hoisted Scootaloo up as metal frames like those that held Spike extruded from the wall and bound her into cold steel. The frames clamped shut around her shoulders, biceps, chest, and thighs right above her chonky tickle boots. The pegasus was
suspended in midair.

Sweetie’s horned shimmered and she traced a glowing finger in a diamond-like pattern around Scootaloo’s crotch. The line completed and the portion of her suit inside that border disappeared. Despite having sex with both mares numerous times Scootaloo blushed. Somehow only her privates being on display while wearing the shiny suit made her feel more exposed then when she was completely naked. Sweetie blew a frigid blast of air on Scootaloo’s genitals, she squealed as loud as her first day in the tickle boots. Apple Bloom pulled a paintbrush from her lab coat and dipped it in her flask.

“And done! For today anyway.”

“Wh-what’s that gonna do?”

“You’ll see.” Apple Bloom chuckled cryptically.

The mad scientist waved the green tipped brush over Scootaloo’s clit. Her wrist snapped back and forth, Scootaloo squeaked and laughed for a moment, Apple Bloom swished the paintbrush over Scootaloo’s clit a second time spiraling up and dabbing one more glob of green, letting it run down between Scootaloo’s thighs.

‘That wasn’t so bad.’ Scootaloo thought, but knew not to chance fate saying it aloud. ‘Anything’s better than my feet.’

* * * Day 69 * * *

“ANYTHING BUT MY CLIT!”

Scootaloo’s erect clitoris bounced as the Apple Bloom painted on her daily treatment. The potion was as despicable as the apple butter, it rapidly increased her sensitivity to the point where even the slight breeze from her cell door opening made it throb it need. It elongated every day and, as of today, measured the length of her thumb. Her growing clit also meant it required just that tiny bit more liquid to coat it completely every day.

Finished for today, Apple Bloom dropped the paintbrush in her flask and tapped her infernal armpad. The TLK boots sprung to life, they sprayed apple butter on her feet and soft brushes buffeted her arches and toes rubbing the red concoction in. Scootaloo’s eyes rolled back and her tongue flopped out as she mindlessly giggled, one or two more apple butter treatments and she knew she’d finally cum from the boots’ baneful brushes.

* * * Day 100 * * *

“Happy birthday!” Apple Bloom and Sweetie cheered.

“No… It can’t be.” Scootaloo mumbled. “I can’t have been here that long.”

Sweetie hugged Scootaloo and tickled her thighs.

“Gahahaha!”

Even after the nigh non-stop ticklish torment her feet were put through, she still wasn’t tough enough to withstand Sweetie’s gentle skitters.

“The big twenty-two, congrats.”

Apple Bloom held up a small plate with a slice of cake, Scootaloo’s laughing shakes shoved her nose into the icing; Apple Bloom smirked and pulled the plate back. Scootaloo’s tongue stretched for the wayward blob of icing but couldn’t reach.

“Guess what we got you?” Sweetie sung.

She blew a party favor horn, the paper snake flicked Scootaloo’s wet engorged clit. The imprisoned pegasus shuddered.

“M-more! P-please! I need to cum!” she begged.

“Not happenin’, 005.” Apple Bloom forked a piece of cake into her mouth.

“Let’s at least open her gift before you spoil her fun.”

Sweetie levitated a wrapped present and tore it open, she pulled a vibrator out.

“Hope ya don’t mind the re-gift, we found it under your mattress and figured you’d wanna be reunited.” Apple Bloom teased and savored another bite of cake.

Sweetie plugged the vibrator into a socket in the metal frame and switched it on the lowest setting. Scootaloo’s breath caught in her throat as Sweetie inched the wand closer to her crotch. The quaking head kissed right between her legs, Scootaloo moaned with pure satisfaction. Sweetie closed her eyes and her horn shined brighter. Latex jumped from the thighs of the suit like hands and grasped the vibrator. It solidified into new straps holding the vibrator in place, like the frame powering it held squirming birthday girl.

“Huff, huff. Turn it up, huff, please.” Scootaloo panted.

“If you insist~”

Apple Bloom tapped her armpad and the TLK boots whirled to life. The toe caps and edges faded translucent revealing the technological tickle torture inside. Fluffy brushes spun like buzz saws between her toes, rubber spiked rollers twisted traveling up and down the balls of her feet and from the sides to the center of her arches, lastly metal claws plucked and scratched her instep and heels.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NAHAHAHAHAT WHAHAHAHAHA IIIIII MEHEHEHEHEHEHENT!!!”

Scootaloo laughter and thrashing rattled her bondage frame. Her finger gripped her sides from inside her straightjacket’s sleeves trying to hold onto herself. Sweetie turned the vibrator’s intensity to its maximum setting.

Scootaloo knew the feeling between her legs, she had missed it so much over the last couple of months, she was finally going to cum. She threw her head back moaning and cackling, her eyes rolled back in bliss. But she didn’t cum. She pulled her head back down and watched the clock counter, 10 seconds passed, she had yet to finish. 20 seconds, still nothing. 30 seconds, ‘So good! Ahh~ How is this possible? Mmf! Need more!’ The howling mare thought.

One minute elapsed, two minutes, three…

“WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHY CHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T IIIIIII CHAHAHAHAHAHUM?”

Her captors shook their heads.

“Suit, prohibits certain bodily functions, remember? That includes your ability to orgasm~”

“Bless your heart 005, but ya can be a dense as a mountain sometimes. Ya don’t getta cum anymore. Ya see the magic of this whole facility here is powered by its prisoners’ mirth and sexual frustration. So as long as you’re laughing and needy, those boots, this whole place, will never run outta juice and we can play with ya forever~”

Unbridled fear flashed in Scootaloo’s eyes before it was consumed by her screaming laughter and pleasure. Apple Bloom and Sweetie slid on both sides of Scootaloo and tickled her torso and thighs. Apple Bloom summoned the robotic arms to assist. One pair stroked her fuzzy ears while another reached under her armpits waggling their steel digits; the sensation pierced right though the padded straightjacket. Scootaloo, somehow, screamed louder.

“Whaddya think Ms. Belle, how ‘bout we really celebrate her birthday with 22 hours of non-stop stimulation?”

“That seems appropriate~” Sweetie simpered.

Tears of laughter welled-up in Scootaloo’s eyes and ran down her burning cheeks, flung off by her endless roaring cackles.

* * * Day 150 * * *

Her torture had gotten much, much worse!

Apple Bloom read Scootaloo a physics textbook during her afternoon break. She gave Scootaloo a pop quiz after the would-be lecture. This continued every day after, and if Scootaloo failed Apple Bloom skipped the rest of her break and smeared apple butter on the two new tiny bumps growing beneath Scootaloo’s clit.

School on top of tickling and denial, this was a whole new level of cruelty indeed.

* * * Day 199 * * *

Sweetie Belle jogged into Scootaloo’s cell right when her evening break began. The mare, for once, was not dress in her red and black dress-clothes but a simple running outfit, with a sweatband, and worn white high-tops. Scootaloo held her head down; she missed regular shoes so much.

The adorakable unicorn waved at the mirror. The floor under Scootaloo opened, she and the bondage frame sunk down. The frame lurched to a stop as Scootaloo’s head was level with the floor. A pair of dirty white sneakers encompassed her view. Beautiful alabaster hands slowly tugged the laces lose. Sweetie sat down and slipped her sockless feet out of her sneakers. Her soles were sweaty and blushing.

“I think a lil payback is in order~”

“Please n--”

Scootaloo cries were cut short as a foot was shoved into her mouth. Sweetie petted Scootaloo’s hot flushed face with her other foot as the pegasus suckled Sweetie’s toes.

“Just a lil’ taste of your own medicine, 005.” Sweetie giggled playing with herself.

Scootaloo’s bound hands fidgeted it her straightjacket, desperate to touch her overgrown clit.