Home invasion: Fashion Queen in ticklish distress
Author's Note
This is my very first public story. Criticism is appreciated, as long as it's constructive, helpful and not "You suck lol".
A bang in the night
(MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains strong focus around bondage and hoof centered tickling. Tread lightly!)
Rarity nearly fell out of her bed when she heard a loud bang coming from somewhere downstairs. Looking at the time, it was a few minutes after midnight. She lit a candle and went to go investigate, making her way towards the source where the bang came from. She could see that a chair in the kitchen had been knocked over. Though before she could properly process this information, her candle was blown out as a clothed hoof clapped itself from behind over her mouth, making her squeal. She tried to use her magic to defend herself, but the mysterious figure put some kind of black band over her horn which seemingly nullified her magic, making her drop the candle. Before she could scream, a piece of duct tape found it's way directly onto her mouth, muting her cries for help. The home invader forced Rarity's front hooves behind her back and wrapped several layers of the tape around them, keeping them in place. The captor reinforced this, by wrapping her fore hooves to her upper body, making moving them nearly impossible. After that was done, the potential burglar pinned Rarity's lower limbs together and began winding the duct tape around her hind hooves as well, leaving her all taped up.
Now all bound and helpless, Rarity looked up in horror at the pony who captured her. He was wearing a robe and hood, hiding his body, but his face was still half visible, which appeared to be the face of a changeling with light blue eyes. But not a reformed one, he still had the old black look. She shivered as her captor pulled out a knife!... Or... No it was a white feather. He grinned menacingly.
"Shhh... Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I don't intend to harm you. Though I must say... I've been meaning to do this since the moment I laid eyes on you a few months ago. And now that you're all mine, how about you sing a little song for me? After that, you may go back to your beauty sleep~"
Rarity's eyes widened as the feather was slowly lowered down to her helpless sensitive hooves...
The captured mare tried moving them away by rolling onto her side, but unfortunately for her the feather still made contact, sending tingly sensations through her entire body, forcing her to smile beneath the tape.
"Mmmhmhmhmh!"
Was all she could bring out, as the feather swished across her bound hooves.
The captor noted this with an eager grin.
"Aww, does somepony have ticklish hooves? No wonder, given how much time you invest in body care..."
He drew the feather across the soles of her white hooves, filling the room with more muffled giggles. The feather was turned around and its' quill was instead used to scratch her ticklish hooves, turning her giggles very quickly into laughter. With this increase of tickling power, the white coated unicorn began wiggling around more, making it harder to tickle her. So the stranger laid the feather aside.
"As cute as your wiggling is, it won't do."
The mysterious changeling picked his prisoner up and laid her over his shoulder. Rarity used this short break to recover her breath.
The captor brought the tied up unicorn downstairs to the kitchen, where she was sat down on a chair, as her rear hooves were placed onto a smaller stool. Once again the tape was brought out as the unknown changeling secured Rarity to the chair, wrapping the tape around the unicorn and the back of the chair. Next he taped her hooves down onto the stool so she couldn't wiggle them away so easily anymore.
"Now, shall we continue, dear?"
He asked, levitating the feather back near her hooves.
"Nnnmmh! Plmmsm rmmlms mm!"
The helplessly bound unicorn shook her head.
A grin appeared on his face under the hood.
"No? Oh, do you not like the feather? Hm..."
A green flash appeared under the hood.
"Then let's try this~"
The hooded figure showed Rarity his newly obtained griffon claws, before he went and roughly scratched the unicorn's hooves, making her sputter out seemingly endless laughter from behind the tape.
"MMHMHMHMHPM! MMMPHMHM!"
"What was that? You want me to go faster? As you say, Marshmallow Hoof."
He teased, properly digging his claws into Rarity's sensitive hooves.
The reaction was immediate, the fashion queen bursted out with wild, restrained laughter, wiggling from side to side as her defenseless hooves were ruthlessly tickle tortured, much to the delight of her cruel captor.
"That's it, dear. Let it aaaall out. As much as you can, anyways. Can't risk ungagging you, I'm afraid."
He said in a calm collected voice, watching his captive wildly thrashing around in the chair while unwillingly unleashing her
adorable laughter into the world. He continued scratching Rarity's hind hooves for a few more minutes, before stopping, giving her a breathing break.
"You're holding up quite well. But it's not over yet."
Rarity didn't really listen to him at this point, as she was too busy recovering her breath from the recent rough treatment to her hooves...
Her evil tickler pulled out Rarity's mane brush.
"Looked around through your place a bit. Thought this would be helpful in my quest to make you squeal."
Rarity went from exhausted panting, to wildly shaking her head upon noticing what he was holding, wanting not another ticklish increase. Her hooves wiggled in all directions as much as they were allowed, but that only made her captor even more happy.
"Wiggle those hoofsies all you want. You won't get away from me."
With those words, he applied the brush to her helpless hooves and dragged it across them at a rapid speed, much to the dismay of the adorable unicorn, who had a stream of tears running down her cheeks as a result from so much laughter all at once without break. The brush drove her absolutely insane; being able to feel all of those tickly bristles gliding up against her ticklish hooves was a nightmare.
"Here I thought you would be used to handling a mane brush. Or perhaps you're not so used to one being used on your sensitive white hoofsies, hm? Although I can't say they're really white anymore."
He noted, grinning at how her bound hooves had obtained a soft blush.
Rarity's cheeks obtained a cute pink color as well, but that was hardly the focus when her ticklish hooves were still being ravaged by the devious bristles of her very own mane brush. And matters sure didn't improve once the tickler levitated a pair of combs over that helped tickle the unicorn's poor hooves with their devious pointy teeth that worked wonders for making the helpless mare even more hysterical. Rarity was at this point unable to concentrate on anything else other than the devious tickling brought to her hooves. She was mentally somewhere completely different as she was only able to focus on the ticklish treatment being dished out to her. Rarity's eyes were wide open, releasing countless tears from the unbearable hoof tickle torture. This continued for six whole minutes, until the merciless home invader finally let up and halted the tickling, leaving Rarity still softly giggling behind the piece of tape that was still firmly in place on Rarity's mouth.
"You're a natural ticklee. I gotta say, I'm impressed."
The changeling warmly smiled and gently massaged her recently tickled hooves, releasing some of the built up tension.
The unicorn faintly mumbled into her gag, starting to calm down to some extent when it was seemingly finally over. Rarity leaned back in the chair, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, while trying to enjoy and focus on the massage.
"That's it dear. Relax."
The changeling spoke in a soft tone, focusing more on the center of her hooves.
"Well sweetie, it's been fun but I'm afraid I gotta leave you now. After all, I still have plenty of other cuties to go after, alright?... Darling?"
He looked up to see she had fallen asleep from the massage in combination with her lack of energy. The changeling quietly chuckled, before he cut the unicorn free from the chair and carried the tired pony upstairs to her bed.
The captor teleported the mare out of the tape bondage, effectively freeing her without having to painfully pull it off first. Rarity was tugged into bed and covered with a blanket.
"Good night."
He smiled and made his way through the door.
Rarity however was already deeply asleep. Her energy was completely drained. She was red faced, short of breath and covered in sweat. Tomorrow she would take the necessary steps to go and report this incident.
Meanwhile, the changeling planned on who to go after next...
