Bootaloo

* * * Day 300 * * *

It had been obvious for a long while what the potion they painted her clit with did, and based on celebration happening over the intercom, it was officially finished.

A large thick musky cock throbbed between Scootaloo’s legs. Her red rod rocked up and down as the pegasus uncontrollably laughed and lurched in her confines. Pre-cum beaded at her cock’s tip, small orbs thickened until gravity, or a hardy flailing laugh, uprooted it and the blob rolled down her shaft. Metallic tentacles tipped with Rarity For You makeup brushes fluttered around her shaft and suffused the gooey droplets over her dick. The soft bristles felt divine stroking her sensitive new appendage which, to no surprise, made Scootaloo cackle. ‘Are dicks normally even supposed to be ticklish?’

Beneath her impressive phallus two hefty testicles shook, splayed atop her vibrator. The balls had grown daily like her cock until one horrific, blessed day, they kisses her toy. Tremors of pure pleasure hadn’t creased shooting through her shaft since. Semen sloshed inside them with her cock as its only hope of escape, but Sweetie’s spell kept Scootaloo from ever climaxing. The sporadic modicum of cum was all her suit’s accursed magic would let out.

“Subject 005,” Sweetie Belle’s voice chimed from the hidden speaker, “please wave your cock around more, Subjects 004 and 006 here need to see what fun awaits them.”

“Pleahehehehehehese let me cum! Hahahahahahaha!”

Scootaloo thrashed in the bondage frame. Her lovely dick whipped around in circles and flung a speck of cum towards the one-way mirror.

“Thank ya kindly, here’s a lil’ reward.” Apple Bloom said.

Scootaloo’s boots squirted an extra portion of apple butter onto her feet and one of the tickle tendrils also dribbled Apple Bloom’s evil concoction onto her dick. The shag brushes inside her boots took the additional lubrication and scrubbed it into Scootaloo’s soles and her dick twitched. The makeup brushes coated the apple butter evenly around her cock.

“It’s toohoohoohoo much! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

* * *

Hours dragged on past until the clock showed her break approaching. Even though her “breaks” didn’t stop the absolute tartarus her cock experienced from the denial, Scootaloo treasured her feet not being stimulated for that short hour. A couple minutes remained as cell door slid open. Apple Bloom and Sweetie walked in. ‘So much for my break.’

“Great job sellin’ the torture ta your fellow prisoners, 005! Ya even had me believin’ ya wanted ta cum.” Apple Bloom smirked and tickled Scootaloo’s side and armpit.

“Please! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” The laughing pegasus pleaded.

Sweetie joined mirroring Apple Bloom’s actions. “So you’re saying you want us to help with that agonizingly erect cock of yours?”

Sweetie pushed down on the tip of Scootaloo’s cock, smearing the jizz drop there. She pulled back and released. Scootaloo’s dick flung up and slapped her latex coated chest.

Apple Bloom snickered and shook her head. She tapped her armpad’s screen a few times.

“You don’t wanna see your massive erection every time you look down?” Sweetie further teased. “Just wish everything was smooth down there again?”

“YESHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

The shark smiled. Sweetie snatched a short cord out of her vest pocket, gold with runes inscribed on it. She coiled it over Scootaloo’s cock and in-between her swollen balls and puffy vaginal lips. Sweetie touched the two ends against each other. The runes on the rope shined an eerie blue reflected in the eyes of Scootaloo’s captors. The cord melted onto Scootaloo’s crotch and left a ring of glowing tattoo-like markings encircling new equipment.

Sweetie ignited her horn and her magic enveloped her pointer fingers. She ran them down Scootaloo’s suit on the edges around her crotch. The latex enclosed. It crept over her vagina, around her testicles, and up her penis. Scootaloo’s eyes shot wide open. The material choked her cock, every vein visible through it. The latex didn’t stop at her tip, it burrowed inside her urethra coating the inside of the tract until it fused solid all the way down. Scootaloo shrieked as her already denied member was backed up further. The hour turned over and Scootaloo’s boots clicked off. The pegasus huffed and panted trying to catch her breath. ‘What are they gonna do to my cock?’

Apple Bloom nodded to Sweetie and pushed a button on her armpad. An odd sensation crashed over Scootaloo (and not just because it was the first one she’d felt in months that wasn’t tickling, pleasure, or dread). She shivered and looked down, for the first time her penis was shrinking.

“Finally~”

Scootaloo hung her head and closed her eyes thankful her libido would be let off the edge. However, something was off. ‘Dicks shrink and soften right? Why does it still feel long and rock hard?’

Scootaloo pried her eyes open. Where her cock had stood proud for over one hundred days a large smooth bulge remained. One of the robot arms swung in front of it and stenciled a new graphic on top of it, a lock.

“What d--”

Sweetie burst out laughing gripping her sides. “Told you we’d make it smooth down there, 005. Never said we’d let your sexy schlong go flaccid! Show it to her AB!”

Apple Bloom hefted up a high-tech looking container from the base of Scootaloo’s frame. She and Sweetie cooed and coddled their fingers at it like they held a foal or pet animal.

“What is that?” Scootaloo gulped.

The mares beamed in unison and rotated the container. Through the glass front, Scootaloo saw a raging hard cock and a pair of engorged balls wrapped in a shiny black second skin.

“My, my, my--”

Scootaloo cut herself short and thrust her hips. The dick inside flopped with her movements and her testicles jiggled too. Orange runes burned in a hexagon shape around the swirling magical base of the container, the base of her cock and balls rested above the portal. Sweetie cuddled against Scootaloo’s thigh and ran her hand all over the bulge where Scootaloo’s new genitals had been. She squished the mass in her hand, the latex squealed and the bulge deformed like a water balloon. Scootaloo felt nothing.

“Don’t cha worry too much, your dick’s still gonna get all fun and attention it has been and some more~” Apple Bloom said.

A pink gas, thin and light, sprayed into the container. The latex coating her dick faded away, but the mass still lodged down her shaft made it obvious it was there just invisible. Scootaloo felt the electric cool mist from her cock and pleasure flooding her veins.

“Uff,” Scootaloo bit her lip and blushed, “Of course I can still feel that thing. Don’t tell me, vaporized Apple Butter?”

Apple Bloom smiled widely. “Look who’s learning! Our study sessions are paying off, guess we’ll have to keep them up.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes and jerked her hips attempting to hump the inside of the container. But this wasn’t like the glory hole in the university’s commuter lounge’s stalls where a cock could push in further to reach an orange pegasus just trying to masturbate in peace on the other side, here the hole and surroundings were attached. The best Scootaloo could manage was a miniscule tap against the glass or padded sides if she twisted her hips very hard.

Her tongue fell out of her mouth and she panted. “Pl-please let me cum.”

“But 005, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Sweetie said.

Mechanical whirling sounds grew in volume. Apple Bloom flashed her teeth and an eyebrow danced. A dozen spinning brushes on arms unfolded from the container’s walls and attacked her caged cock. Two of the smaller brushes stimulated her cock’s head, they pushed and pulled grazing her urethra and reminded her she couldn’t even get out a drop of cum anymore. Another brush snuggled in on the underside of her head spinning away without moving from the spot. Both her balls were buffeted by two brushes each, polishing them like a child learning karate by waxing a car. The remaining ones stroked themselves up her cock again and again with expert technique.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Scootaloo exploded in laugher.

She threw herself about it her bondage frame but neither she nor her cock moved much at all. Her so-called friends had somehow managed to make her endless torture even worse.

“PLHEHEHEHEHESE MERERERERERERERCY! IT’S BEEN ALMOST A WHOLE YEAR! I NEEHEHEHED TO CUM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Scootaloo realized begging wouldn’t work so switched gears to pity; “MY PARENT’S MUST MISS ME!”

“They don’t even know you’re gone, 005.” Sweetie kneaded Scootaloo’s null bulge more. “The time dilation field surrounding this facility is so intense that while you’ve been in here for 300 days, outside this pocket dimension it’s only been 3 hours R.W.T., real-world time.”

Scootaloo’s jaw hung as wide open as her eyes were, her chest heaved but no sound came out of the mare’s maw. She just laughed silently, broken.

* * * Day 3000 * * *

Tickling and teasing, tickling and teasing, that’s all Scootaloo’s life had been for almost a decade now. The pegasus should have been turning 30 soon, graduated, have had a career for a few years, a home, maybe some kids of her own. But the mare looking back at her in the mirror was still in her early 20s, body unbound from time, the plaything of two equally un-ageing mad tickle fetishists.

Scootaloo’s brain felt half melted, all she could think of was her feet and cock, endlessly tormented and pleasured. By now who knew what was left of Subjects 001-004’s minds if they even experienced half of what she’d been put through. And how many new subjects had they captured since? Scootaloo often felt multiple pairs of eye watching her through the one-way mirror or cameras. Every day had been the same, tickling and teasing.

But today was different. Scootaloo flexed her right foot’s toes in the open air for the first time in eight years

“Just need ta do a lil’ routine maintenance, 005.” Apple Bloom adjusted her goggles. “We’ll have them back ta ya faster than ya can sheer a sheep?”

Sweetie popped Scootaloo’s left foot out of her mouth. “How long does it take to sheer a sheep?”

“It’s an expression.” Apple Bloom deadpanned.

“Is it?” Sweetie pushed.

Apple Bloom shook her head. “Get up. Ya know we gotta inspect the frame and everythin’ else too.”

“Killjoy.”

Sweetie grumbled and stood up. She held Scootaloo’s cock container under her arm. The two mares playfully bickered as they left the room. The robotic arms grabbed onto Scootaloo and pulled her from her bondage frame, it retracted into the wall. Her suit was peeled off in pieces, the mechanical arms left only her wing-binders and a pair of latex shorts over her null bulge. They tugged her latex straightjacket off too and swapped it for a looser canvas one. The arms placed her on the padded floor and retreated back into the ceiling.

‘…’

Scootaloo was a loss for thoughts. Her face sank into the floor and she laid there. She hadn’t been able to actually move in so long she’d forgotten the sensation. Her fur swayed in the air. “My skin wasn’t always latex?”

Scootaloo’s toes curled and scrapped at the floor. ‘This must be what Babs had felt all those years ago, this’s why she wanted her feet stimulated so bad.’

Scootaloo struggled to free her arms from her straightjacket. Nothing loosened.

‘Even if a pony can’t tickle themselves I NEED my feet touched! And my cock, why aren’t they tickling my cock? Is… Is it getting flaccid?’

Scootaloo wriggled her way to the mirror and pressed her feet against it. The cool glass felt like a blizzard to her overly sensitive soles. Her every rolled back and she pretend it was her daily apple butter session. Where ever they took Scootaloo’s cock it was twitching hard right now.

‘Funny, I used to beg them to stop all the tickle torture and now I can’t even go half a day without.’ Scootaloo giggled.

* * * Day 3001 * * *

Scootaloo’s smile had never been bigger than today. She cooed in midair as her latex suit was tugged back on and fused whole. The robot arms laid her on the cushioned floor where Sweetie and Apple Bloom awaited with the chonky TKL sneaker boots and her portaled cock. Each girl took one boot and brought it towards Scootaloo, who stretched out her feet with eager glee. The mares worked the tall boots up her legs and peppered them with kisses, praising what a “Good Girl” Scootaloo was for behaving. Apple Bloom used her armpad to lock them on and Scootaloo’s jizz punched against the latex plug, almost hard enough to move it.

“Thank you, Mistresses~” Scootaloo purred.

“Dawwww!” Apple Bloom and Sweetie laid their heads against each other.

“They’re so cute when they’re completely broken!” Sweetie chirped.

“Let’s show 005 some of the new features we’ve added~”

“Can we start with the best one?”

Apple Bloom beamed.

The boot’s exterior turned invisible, Scootaloo licked her lips and rolled her feet sideways to watch along with her friends. Tiny claws spidered around Scootaloo’s toes. They plucked, pinched, and pulled them apart. Fiery feathers emerged and swept between her drawn toes, down to her heels. The heat coming from the sparkling plumes felt like matches struck against soles. Carnal sensations surged from her feet unmatched by even the almost decade of apple butter applied to them. More feathers revealed themselves inside her dick’s prison and were spun around her former clit. Scootaloo screamed in ticklish, erotic bliss. No sex, no orgasm, she’d ever had felt better than just seconds of light strokes from the blazing feathers.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! AYHAHAHA! HOOHOOHOOHOOHOO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEEEEEEEEEE!!!”

“Phoenix Feathers.” Apple Bloom said. “It took a lot of work to break Subject 010 and get these from her, but anything is worth the perfect gift for our favorite pegasus.”

‘Too much, it’s too much! Teasing! Denial! Tickling! So good! I don’t ever want to cum again if it means this has to end~’

Scootaloo melted under the feather’s reign.

* * * Day 16800 * * *

The numbers on the counter meant nothing to Subject 005 anymore. Time, words, her own name, and countless other things had all been meaningless to her for longer than she could remember. What could 005 remember?

‘Mistress Bloom. Mistress Belle. Feet, cock, boots, tickling, laughing, pleasure~’ These were the only things 005 knew.

Subject 005 had been a prisoner for longer than she’d been free. In fact, even though she still was 21 years old physically, she’d spent a little more than twice her real world age here.

‘Math.’

She knew math too. Science, physics, proper apple tree care, her Mistresses had taught her so many things while they cared over the course of decades.

She knew there were other subjects too in the facility, ponies and other creatures. Over two dozen of them had been tickled and tormented beside her, and many also were gifted her feet and cock as their play things too as rewards for good behavior. She was the bottom of the totem pole, the tickle pet of the facility’s tickle pets.

‘Mistress Bloom. Mistress Belle. Feet, cock, boots, tickling, laughing, pleasure~’

The words repeated over and over again in 005’s head. She wasn’t sure if this was a mantra she told herself or was it whispered directly into her brain by another. It didn’t matter. None of those other things really mattered.

‘Mistress Bloom. Mistress Belle. Feet, cock, boots, tickling, laughing, pleasure~’ These were the important things in life, these were the things 005’s life revolved around for every hour of every day. And 005 was happy because she knew she would continue to experience each of those things for all eternity~