Detecitve Rarity's Last Case
Detective Rarity’s Last Case
Sweetie Belle slowly peaked into her sister's room, peering from behind the door. Rarity was fast asleep in her bed, she was lying on her stomach, with her arms under the pillow her head was resting on.
Sweetie Belle slowly made her way in, walking towards the front of the bed, before slowly shaking Rarity trying to wake her up. Despite this Rarity continued to lay there, her eyes closed, softly snoring into her pillow.
Sweetie started shaking harder but to no avail. ‘Okay clearly I’m not going to wake her this way.’ Sweetie thought. She then looked down towards the end of the bed. Rarity’s legs were spread into a sharp V-shape, one of her well defined, shapley feet sticking out of covers, sole up.
An idea popped into Sweetie’s head, as she made her way over to Rarity's exposed foot. She quickly picked up Rarity’s foot, lying still in her hand, and gave it a small pinch on the instep.
Suddenly the foot jerked a bit, as Rarity let out a quick snort that briefly interrupted her snoring, before lying still and continuing catching Z’s.
A small smile appeared on Sweetie’s face, as she sat down on the bed and held the foot by the ankle under her arm, getting a nice, tight grip on it. She then proceeded to start stroking the sole with her index and middle fingers.
Once again the foot began to start shaking in Sweetie’s grip, as Rarity started chuckling softly, a smile appearing on her face, but her eyes remained closed, clearly still asleep. Sweetie then increased the number of fingers and stroked all five of her fingers into her sister’s arch.
Finally Rarity opened her eyes and started giggling, it didn’t take long for her to figure out everything. “Ohohohohokahahahay! I’m up! I’M UP!” Rarity giggled, her foot now twisting side to side trying to escape her sister’s grasp.
Despite completing her objective in bringing her sister to consciousness, Sweetie continued to tickle her sister’s foot, she was having way too much fun and Rarity’s foot was so clean and soft and fun to touch. Sweetie then began to start using her nails, while not as long or sharp as her sister’s were still well cared for enough to be able to scratch and dig into the pillowly soft foot.
Rarity burst out into full laughter, quickly rolling over onto her back and quickly sitting up. Despite not being the strongest of the mane six, she was still much stronger than her younger sister and was able to quickly pull her foot away out of Sweetie's grip.
Rarity sat there on the bed, panting, while holding her knees against her chest and keeping her feet a good distance away from her sister. A slight blush appeared on her white cheeks and she looked rather annoyed despite the lingering smile still on her face.
Sweetie just stared innocently at her big sister, although there did seem to be a hint of nervousness in her face. She spoke up. “I was just doing what you told me to do.” Sweetie explained.
“I told you to wake me up in the morning. Not…. TICKLE me.” Rarity said, rather annoyed, as she pulled the covers off, revealing her sleeveless, dark blue night gown with fluffy white frills around the arm holes, neck hole and helm of the night gown. Despite it being something she slept in, it was rather fancy and still better looking than Sweetie’s t-shirt and jeans, which were actually clothing.
“Well it’s not like simply shaking you awake was doing anything, maybe you get an alarm clock.” Sweetie Belle joked, hoping off the bed. “Bye the way, why DID you want to wake up this late in the afternoon anyway? It’s almost 10:00, Are you showcasing a late night fashion line reveal?”
“Well not quite…” Rarity explained as she got out of bed. “You remember that mystery I solved in the past?”
“The one where you proved Rainbow Dash didn’t send a fake note to her boss?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Well I decided to put my services up for hire. And the next thing you know I got an anonymous tip about some suspicious activity going on in the south side of Ponyville and I’m going down there tonight to investigate it.” Rarity explained.
Sweetie just stood there dumbfounded, before speaking up. “You’re joking right?”
Rarity suddenly froze, before turning to face Sweetie Belle with a look of confusion. “Of course I’m not joking! Why would I be joking?” She asked.
“Well normally I would take everything you say seriously.” Sweetie explained. “But you’ve never once suggested doing something you’re not capable of.”
“What do you mean you saw how well I solved that mystery back in Canterlot.” Rarity stated, folding her arms in determination to prove her sister wrong.
“Oh it’s not the mystery solving that you can’t handle.” Sweetie Belle explained. “It’s handling yourself…. Out there.”
Rarity was confused. “W-what do you mean ‘out there’?” She asked.
“You know?... Out there… On the streets with all the hoodlums and gangsters.” Sweetie explained, sounding completely serious. “They’re way too tough for someone as soft as you.”
Rarity took that remark personally and immediately stood her ground. “Soft? You think I’m too soft for this!?” Rarity shouted. “I’ll have you know I’ve battled many powerful beings with my friends in the past. And I’m sure I can handle a few rapscallions, or ‘hoodlums’ as you called them.”
“But what if you get caught? They’ll interrogate you and I heard the torture they use in the past is very…. Unorthodox as it was called.” Sweetie Belle explained.
“Hmmph, I’m not scared of any of those ‘hoodlums’ or ‘gangsters’ out there.” Rarity said, confidently. “And if I do get caught I can handle anything those goons throw at me.”
Sweetie just shrugged. “If you say so.” Sweetie said as she turned and left Rarity alone in her room.
‘Finally I thought she’d never leave, now I can get dressed.’
Rarity went over to her closet and opened it up. There in the center of the closet hanging by itself on a single hanger, wrapped in a plastic storage bag for protection, was Rarity’s detective outfit. An outfit she wasted no time putting on. She threw off her nightgown and pulled on a pair of dark black stockings, followed by a pair of brown leather pants. She then buttons up a white collared shirt and ties on a salmon colored bow tie, before covering the both of them with a dark maroon trench coat complete with a belt that matches the bow tie. She stepped into a pair of knee high, black, high heel boots, before zipping them up. Lastly after brushing her mane and curing it of it’s bad case of bed head, she topped the whole outfit off with a dark purple fedora complete with a band and bow that matched her bow tie and belt.
Rarity stood there in the mirror smiling to herself, she was already for tonight.
‘Too soft huh? Well I’ll show her!’
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The streets of South Ponyville were completely barren this time of night. The only things sticking out from the blanket of darkness were the many street lamps casting a cone of white one small section of the street and the only sounds to accompany the empty feeling of silence, was the blowing wind. Or rather, usually it’s the only sound, but tonight there is a second sound joining it. The sound of high heel boots walking down the street.
Rarity walked down the street, making sure to keep away from the beams of light shining from the lampposts. A good detective always sticks to the shadows, so as to avoid confrontation. Rarity stopped once she reached a tall warehouse building and quickly dove into the alleyway between this building and the one adjacent. Rarity slowly peeked her head out, and looked up toward the warehouse building. She then reached into her pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, before unfolding it and reading what it said.
It was a note that she received the day prior. The note that told her she needed her services and where and when to meet her. The place in question was the 5th and B warehouse on Mane street. A warehouse clearly abandoned as evident by the boarded up windows and cobwebs forming around it. The double front doors however, seemed a bit cleaner and showed evidence of being used recently, meaning whoever wanted to meet Rarity was already here.
Rarity quickly read over the last part of the note again. ‘Just knock on the front door and I’ll let you in and explain everything. Make sure no one sees you.’ Sincerely Insight Gun.’
Once she made sure the coast was clear (Despite there clearly being no one else there beside herself.) She quickly walked toward the double doors and knocked ratherly quietly on the doors. Nothing happened, after waiting for what felt like an eternity she knocked again. This time something happened, the left door opened up a bit, allowing Rarity to open the door fully and walk inside.
The warehouse was pitch black, aside from the bit of moonlight shining in through boards covering all the windows. Rarity was confused, the note said she would be here, but the place looks abandoned.
Rarity called out into the darkness.“Hello!? Insight!?.... Insight Gun! It’s me!” She got no response. Rarity decided the only thing left to do was walk in and look around. Rarity stepped into the warehouse. As soon as she stepped far enough, the door slammed closed behind her.
Rarity immediately turned around only to get a face full of some kind of gas. Rarity coughed and gagged, she was totally confused at what was going on. Once she finally got her bearings together, she looked forward to where the gas came from.
From there she was met with the silhouette of another mare. She could see what she looked like, but her body shape appeared to be that of a female and she could also vaguely see the outline of wings on her sides making her a pegasus.
Rarity suddenly got in a defensive stance. “Who are you!?” Rarity asked, prepared to strike at the sight of any movement. The pegasus mare just stood there and gave no response. Rarity spoke up again. “Answer me! Or do I have to BEAT it out of yoooo… Oh…” Rarity never got to finish her threat as she suddenly felt light headed and her vision began to blur. The next thing she knows she finds herself wobbling back and forth before falling over out cold. Just before she hit the hard stone floor, the silhouetted mare leapt forward and caught her.
The mare grinned, as she looked down at the unconscious mare in her arms. “Finally the fun can begin.”
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Rarity slowly came too, her head still hurting, possibly a side effect of whatever that gas was made of. When her vision finally cleared up, she found herself in a completely different room. The room was fully lit from a large ceiling light in the center, revealing a small room with pale maroon colored walls and a pale rose colored floor with a brick pattern. In front of her there appeared to be a large light rose colored steel door with a mail slot in the center and from behind her Rarity could see a large window that covered almost the entire wall behind her, it also didn’t seem to be boarded up like the windows she saw outside. Was this even the same building she woke up in?
Rarity also realized she was sitting in a dark brown leather recliner that was bolted to the floor. She tried to get up but found her wrists were bound behind her back and were tied to the bottom of the chair keeping her in place although her legs were completely free and able to move, she could probably walk out of her if the chair was bolted to the ground.
Suddenly the mail slot opened up revealing a pair of blue eyes staring into the room. “Aright’ she’s awake” A female voice with an Austailian accent called out. The mail slot suddenly closed and a few minutes later the door opened.
Two pegasus walked in, a mare and a stallion. The mare was rather tall and lanky and judging by her eye color she was the one who was looking through the mail slot a few seconds ago. Her coat was a deep violet color and her mane was cut short and was very curly, with colors of white and teal giving it the appearance of a cloud. She also had two scars going over her right eye, giving the appearance of an X under her eye. The stallion was quite the opposite in both build and color. He was rather short and pudgy, with a bright red coat and a pale yellow mohawk with a slicked back look and an even paler yellow streak on the top, giving it the appearance of fire. His eyes were also a nice olive green. Both of them were wearing similar outfits, consisting of black hoodies and sweatpants. Both came in grinning evilly, staring at the bound up unicorn detective.
“What is this! Why have you captured me!?” Rarity angrily asked, leaning forward with her statement and kicking her legs widely.
“Easy there love… Allow me to introduce arselves.” The pegasus mare said, in a rather calm voice. “I’m Rolling Thunder and this little fellow here is Short Fuse.”
The aforementioned titled Short Fuse suddenly turned towards the aforementioned titled Rolling Thunder, fury in his eyes. “WHO ARE YOU CALLING LITTLE!?!” He shouted, flying up to get to eye level.
Rolling Thunder meanwhile just kept her eyes glued to Rarity, not even paying attention to his fired up associate. “He can be a lettle…. Emotional sometimes.” Rolling Thunder explained.
“That doesn’t answer my question!” Rarity stated, more determined than before to get some answers. “Where am I? And what have you done with Insight Gun?”
“Insight Gun? Is that who you’re looking for? Well….. She’s right here!” Came from a voice outside the room.
Suddenly the source of the voice came trotting in, as both Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse side stepped out of the way to make room for the newcomer to step in.
The newcomer in question was also a pegasus, she had a teal colored coat and an orange and marigold striped mane that was comber back, that matched her orange eyes. Also unlike her two associates she wore a wonderbolt outfit with the hood part pulled back revealing her face. And it was a face that Rarity instantly recognized.
“Lightning Dust!?” Rarity exclaimed, completely forgoing her tough exterior from the shock. Rarity remembered Lightning Dust, how could she not? After that whole incident with dizzietron and almost getting her and her friends killed. She heard she was kicked out because of her responsibility. “You’re Insight Gun!?”
“Yeah… Didn’t you notice?” Lightning Dust explained, grinning excitedly as she walked forward to get closer to the bound up unicorn. “Insight Gun is just an anagram of my name.”
Rolling Thunder spoke up. “Wait, ain't ther also a ‘D’ in yer name?” She asked.
“Shut it Thunder!” Lightning explained, briefly turning to face Rolling Thunder, before turning back to face Rarity.
“What is this all about?" Rarity asked. “Is this getting revenge on Rainbow for getting you kicked out of the Bolts?”
“Oh no… I actually have other plans for getting revenge on her and these knuckleheads are gonna help me out.” Lightning said, holding both her arms and gesturing them to the two ponies surrounding her.
“You know I don’t like that name…” Short Fuse through gritted teeth.
“Well if it’s not about what Rainbow did, then why are you attacking me?” Rarity asked, struggling to get out of the bonds but to no avail. “I never did anything to you.”
“Oh, but you DID!” Lightning Dust explained. “I decided that before I get revenge on the mare who destroyed me. I’m gonna get revenge on the mare who destroyed my father.”
Rarity was confused. “Father?... What in Celestia are you… Wait!” Rarity paused, as it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks. “Wind Rider…. Is your FATHER!?”
“Yes…. He’s my father.” Lightning Dust explained, holding her hands behind her back as she looked down somberly with her eyes closed. “As a foal… I’ve always looked up to him and all the greatness he achieved. He would often come home and tell me of all the amazing things he did as a bolt.” Lightning then began to pace back and forth as she continued her story. “As you can imagine, I aspired to be just like him… Of course we all know how that went. I was actually quite shocked he took the wingpony’s side and actually thought I was reckless out there. But I still looked up to him and figured I would find another way to be like him. And then one day I found out he got dismissed because of YOU!”
Lighting suddenly spun around and planted her hands on Rarity’s thighs, holding them down and leaning herself so she could be at eye level with a sitting unicorn. “After being asked to come out of retirement, he gets dismissed all because you could keep your damn mouth shut!”
Rarity spoke up. “He tried to get my friend kicked out!” Rarity shouted, trying to defend herself, despite she was clearly in the right. “I only did what was right!”
“Yeah well I hope it was worth it…” Lightning Dust whispered. “Because now, I’m going to show you what a REAL detective goes through.”
“I’m not scared of you…” Rarity said, confidently even though deep down she was actually scared of what Lightning was going to do to her. She remembers how earlier Sweetie explained that torture down here is unorthodox. She didn’t really know what Sweetie meant by unorthodox, but she had to act tough if she ever was going to be a real detective. “Do your worst!.... You hoodlum!”
Lightning Dust just smiled and snapped her fingers, before pointing down towards Rarity’s legs. Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse nodded, before going forward towards the spot Lightning was pointing towards.
Rarity gulped, but still kept a look of determination, ready for anything. However what happened next actually confused her a little bit. When Lightning Dust pointed at her legs, Rarity thought she was signaling her two lackeys to do something horrible, like maybe start beating on them till they both hear a snap, but instead of that the two began pulling off her high heel boots. Rarity was completely lost by this and tried to shake her legs out of their grip but they both had surprisingly strong grips for pegasus, if anything the struggling only helped them remove her boots. Eventually both boots popped off, much to Rarity’s annoyance.
“Hey what are you doing!?” Rarity asked, more annoyed now than scared. “Those boots were expensive, you’ll damage them.”
Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse paid no mind, as they both threw each boot they had to the ground, and went back to Rarity’s legs. This time they began to slowly pull off Rarity’s black stockings, each pegasus pinching the tip of the fabric above the toes and stood up before slowly backing away from Rarity pulling the stockings with them. Like before Rarity tried to prevent them from stealing her clothes, this time pressing her feet flat on the recliner attempting to keep her stockings from moving with friction. The soft cushions of the chair however prevented any friction and it wasn’t long before the long stockings were fully pulled off.
Rarity was now sitting in the chair barefoot, her soft white feet now shivering in the surprisingly cold open air, maybe she was still in the warehouse. She placed one foot over the other, seemingly trying to warm them up.
“W-What is this for?” Rarity asked, both angry about these strangers pulling her clothes off and mishandling them and also confused at why they did it in the first place.
“Isn’t it obvious?....” Lightning Dust, cocking her head to the side, while showing a toothy grin.
“NO!” Rarity shouted.
Lightning Dust’s face instantly changed to a rather annoyed look, before simply just snapping her fingers again. Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse nodded again and after dropping the black stockings, ran over to Rarity’s legs again.
This time they both grabbed her ankles, Rolling Thunder grabbing her left ankle and Short Fuse grabbing her right, and lifted her feet upwards, her knees bending at a ninety degree angle. Once again Rarity tried to pull her legs free only to no avail. Rarity was now more confused than ever, was Lightning Dust going to do something to her feet?
As if reading her mind, Lightning Dust smiled and stepped forward, before placing her hands on Rarity’s snow white soles. Rarity gasped, the plastic gloves on Lightning’s hand feeling even colder than the air around, especially when Rarity’s feet were still warm from the two thicks layers covering them a few moments ago.
Lightning Dust was taken aback, despite her wearing gloves she could still get a good feel of Rarity’s soles, feeling how incredibly soft and pillowy they were and how smooth they felt as she slid her hands across them. She had a feeling Rarity’s feet would’ve been taken great care, given she knew her life as a fashionista, but they were beyond anything she had ever seen, they were completely clean, completely blemish free and they even smelled nice despite possible sweating somewhat in those boots. They were also a bit big for a unicorn going in around size 9 and were more slender than wide, with her toes being more long and thin and her perfectly sized toe nails free of any paint, despite her fingernails, clearly being painted dark blue like her hair.
Rarity had just about enough of being stripped and fondled like some kind of play thing. She then demanded to be released. “Okay listen Lightning, I don’t know what you’re trying to prove but this isn’t- EEP!” Rarity suddenly squealed, as she felt Lightning hook one of her nails, her suit being thin enough for her nail to press through them, into the center of Rarity’s left arch before twisting it slightly.
“There…. Does THAT answer your question for what I’m going to do to you?” Lightning Dust asked, flashing another toothy grin.
Rarity’s eyes went wide, as she completely realized what Lightning Dust intended for her. “N-No… Not that… PLEASE!” Rarity begged.
Lightning Dust just ignored her and began spidering her fingers across both pairs of feet, from the heel to the balls, occasionally having both hands attack one foot so as to tickle both the balls and heel at the same time.
As the tickling began, Rarity immediately took a deep breath, determined not to let any mirth escape her lips. She may have been tied up and was completely exposed to Lightning’s surprising sharp for an athlete, nails, but she was still a detective. A hard, stone cold faced detective, who is willing to do anything for the truth and was trained to handle any type of torture thrown at her. She swore to herself she would not give these ruffians the satisfaction of laughter.
Her endurance only lasted a second before she began filling the room with her laughter.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! HEHEHEHELP MEEEHEEHEEHEE!” Rarity screamed, her lungs on fire from laughing this hard so quickly. Her cheeks almost instantly lit up red with a blush and her eyes began to tear up.
Lightning Dust was a bit surprised by Rarity’s instant eruption of giggles, despite the fact she also expected it, due to starting out so rough on these marshmallow feet, which were already starting to show a series of red lines from where her nails struck.
Rarity’s sensitivity was a double edged sword, on one hand her sensitivity did mean it was a lot easier to drive her up the wall, it also meant that with all the laughter came a lot of struggling. Rarity was thrashing wildly like a caged animal wanting to be let out. She shook her head back and forth rapidly and began bouncing in her seat, as well as once again trying to shake her legs free from her captor’s grasp.
While both Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse were able to keep a good grip on Rarity’s ankles, her constant thrashing was becoming problematic. It was only made worse as Lightning was now attacking Rarity’s toes, scribbling her fingers underneath and occasionally striking in between them and drilling her fingers into the soft flesh.
“AHAHAHAH!! STOHOHOHOP!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Rarity screamed. “I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHORE!”
In a shocking twist of events, Lightning Dust did stop. Rarity breathed a sigh of relief as she calmed down now that her feet were freed of the nerve titillation. But at the same time a thought crossed over her mind. Why did Lightning stop? Does she have something else planned for her?
“Alright, not too bad of a start. I actually bought a little something from home for this occasion but I left it downstairs.” Lighting Dust explained, pointing her thumb towards the door. “I’ll be right back.” Lightning then turned and headed for the open door, as soon as she got to the door frame, she stopped and briefly turned her head around toward her two lackeys who were still holding Rarity's ankles. “Keep her entertained while I’m away.”
That last sentence quickly grabbed Rarity’s attention as she suddenly lifted her head up and widened her eyes staring forward. After Lightning left, Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse then slowly turned their heads to face the bound detective, both of them grinning evilly.
With a little more leverage, Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse each took their respective ankles and carried them under their arms, leaving one of their hands free to start scribbling against the now pinkish foot.
Rarity, despite still being exhausted from her previous tickle session, immediately burst into another stream of laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHOTAGAHAHAHAHAHAHANN!!!”
The tickling from these two were an entirely different experience than with Lightning. While both of their nails were not as sharp as Lightnings, they both had different perks about them that made them stand out. Rolling Thunder’s nails were long and rather pointing on the top making them similar to claws, while Short Fuse’s were more the opposite, more short and flat on the top. Not only were their nails different but also the way they used them, while Rolling Thunder slowly dragged her fingers across Rarity’s sole, like a comb, Short Fuse on the other hand, was rapidly scribbling his fingers across Rarity’s sole like a spider. These feelings were completely different just as equally torturous.
Rarity soon found herself bouncing in place on the recliner. Two lines of tears began leaking out of each of eyes, while the eyes themselves began turning just as red as her cheeks. It really was fortunate Rarity didn’t put on any makeup today, it would have been completely ruined by all the sweating she was currently doing right now.
As if the scribbling fingers on her soles was bad enough, her feet were then suddenly struck with a second, new sensation. Rolling Thunder and Short Fuse suddenly leaned in and brought their faces to Rarity’s toes and began attacking them with their mouths. And just like with their hands, they both took very different paths approaching this. Rolling Thunder stuck out her tongue and began sliding it back and forth under the toes and in between them, occasionally stopping to take her big toe in her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. Meanwhile, Short Fuse immediately took all of Rarity’s toes in his mouth and began nibbling them one by one, starting with the big toe and working all the way towards the pinky.
The extra tickling only caused Rarity to struggle hard and laugh louder. She started shaking her whole body around, trying to aim most of it in her legs, not only so she could try and break free from their grips, but also to not accidentally pass out from exhaustion. Just when she thought it was going to get worse, she was finally given a brief moment of rest, when a voice from the door came.
“Alright! I found it!” Lightning Dust said from outside the room, before soon coming in through the door, holding something behind her back.
As soon as the two heard their leader’s voice, they immediately stopped tickling and tasting Rarity’s feet and pulled back away, now holding her ankles in their hands like before.
Rarity finally relaxed that the tickling stopped, but it didn’t last long as she suddenly felt a new feeling, in a new location. Through all the laughter and ticklish sensations on feet, she never even noticed the new feeling that was starting to form down in her ovaries. It was like a sudden wetness was starting to leak out, like she usually gets when aroused. She didn’t understand any of this, her loins or any other part of her body wasn’t touched during this whole ordeal, only her feet. Could she be developing some kind of fetish from this torture?
“So what is et ya had ta run off an get, mate?” Rolling Thunder asked.
“Oh… Just the grand finale for our little show.” Lightning Dust explained as she approached Rarity’s soles again and finally revealed what she was hiding behind her back.
Rarity’s eyes suddenly went as wide as dinner plates and her pupils shrunk to the size of pinheads. In each of Lightning Dust’s hands were a wooden scrubbing brush with pale magenta bristles. Rarity instantly recognized those types of brushes, she’s seen them over at Applejack’s barn and has actually picked up and felt them on their hands. She remembers the bristles being very thick and very pointy not like any other brushes she’s ever seen before, they were more rough and scratchy, according to AJ they were designed like that so they could do a better job of scraping dirt off the wall.
And now those very same types of brushes were being brought towards her soles. In all the other previous sessions, Rarity would start struggling to try and escape, here she just sat, completely paralyzed. As the brushes drew nearer, Rarity never once took her eyes off of them, it seemed like time slowed down to a halt and she could see every single microsecond of the brushes’ trip towards her still soles.
And then the brushes actually made contact.
“NEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!! NAHAHAHAT THE BRUSH! NAHAHAT MY SOHOHOLES!”
Rarity exploded into a mushroom cloud of laughter, laughter that was loud enought to wake the dead. The brushes were dragged up and down Rarity’s soles, in an identical pattern to how Lightning’s fingers moved earlier, but with the brushes everything was magnified tenfold. The bristles dug into Rarity’s skin like a thousand tiny spades, creating an audible skidding noise as they scraped down the arches. Rarity couldn’t believe tickling could get this bad, yet here she was experiencing right now. Of course her struggling also got a lot worse, as it was now impossible to hold Rarity’s legs perfectly still, they were still able to hold them still enough for Lightning to keep her brushes on Rarity’s feet, but they were still moving a bit.
“Y’know fer a dress maker she sure gots a lotta fight iner.” Rolling Thunder said, just loud enough to be heard over Rarity’s cackling.
“Yeah we should have brought more restraints.” Short Fuse said. “I can only imagine how bad this will be with RD.”
“I’ve already told you we’re not doing this to the wingpony.” Lightning Dust explained, still focusing her brushes on Rarity's feet. “I have some bigger plans for her.”
Rarity meanwhile continued to laugh while bound up, as well as let out the occasional moan, as the wetness in her crotch was becoming more noticable. As it went on the moans started appearing more frequently and frequently, until eventually something happened that briefly interrupted the tickling induced laughter.
“HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!” Rarity moaned out. She finally climaxed, making a huge mess in her leather pants and completely drenching her panties.
She thought it would finally end now that she came, but the tickling continued on, only made worse by her heightened post-orgasm sensitivity. Rarity was now in hell and right before she slipped into tickling madness, she briefly reconsidered if she was cut out to be a detective.
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Rarity slowly opened her eyes, she was no longer in the magenta colored room and she was no longer tied up. She was now back outside the warehouse and was currently lying down in the street.
She slowly sat up and looked over toward the warehouse. It appeared as it did earlier when she first arrived, only this time the double doors were locked up with a chain around the handles secured by a padlock.
Maybe she could find another way in? Maybe a window? She could look around and search for clues and find any evidence of where to find Lightning Dust. Just a like a real d-
“EEP!” Rarity squealed, interrupting her train of thought. As she was getting up and placed her foot on the ground, Rarity suddenly felt a cold sharp sensation shoot up her foot.
Rarity looked down and gasped. She was still barefoot, her high heels and stockings were nowhere to be seen, meaning as a last act of cruelty they were taken away. And on top of everything her feet were still really sore and really touch sensitive from the treatment they received. Her pants were wet and overhaul she was really tired. She also figured trying to find another way was a waste as she was certain Lightning would make sure all entrances were blocked.
With not even her dignity left Rarity turned and started walking home, constantly shivering every time her foot touched the ground.
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When Rarity finally got home, she immediately laid down on the couch, completely exhausted. Tonight was just the absolute worst. Could it even get any worse?
As if on cue, she heard a voice. “Hey sis you’re finally back!”
Rarity jumped slightly startled as Sweetie Belle came in.
“Oh hey Sweetie what are you doing still up?” Rarity asked.
“Oh I couldn’t sleep, not without you here.” Sweetie explained, before finally taking notice of Rarity’s disheveled appearance. “Sweet Celestia! What happened to you!”
Rarity sighed before, sitting up. She was about to tell Sweetie the truth but then remembered what Sweetie told her earlier before she left.
‘They’re way too tough for someone as soft as you.’
Rarity realized if she did tell the truth she would only confirm exactly what Sweetie told her earlier. So she decided she would edit it a bit. Sweetie really only wanted to know what happened to her, so she wouldn’t be ENTIRELY lying.
Rarity then told Sweetie the entire story of what happened to her out there, down to every detail of what Lightning Dust and her two cronies did to her feet. The only difference though was how she handled everything.
“These rogues thought that they would steer me off my search for the truth, but I had the situation under control.” Rarity lied, looking confident as ever. “They were persistent, but I kept my composure. I wouldn’t show them any weakness.”
“Wow….” Sweetie Belle said as she sat there silently listening to Rarity’s story from start to finish. “I was like TOTALLY wrong! You CAN handle yourself! You truly are what I would call a true detective!”
Rarity just smirked. “I just do what I can to help!” Rarity said, before her face turned more serious. “The only problem is that they got away. I’m going to have to report this to Twilight first thing in the morning.”
“Yea…. Although there is one thing that doesn’t make sense.” Sweetie asked.
Rarity suddenly turned back to her lil sis eyes wide. She was confused because she thought she perfectly sold it in her story. Did she notice a tiny detail that didn’t add up?
“Y-Yes?” She asked nervously.
“Why didn’t you try using your magic to escape the bondage?” Sweetie asked, waiting for an answer.
Rarity just stood there completely lost for words, as this new information just hit her like a ton of bricks. She was so focused on acting tough, she didn’t realize the obvious….
“The room had a special magic canceling device installed in it.”
