Dreamy Daze and Flicker Feather spent their Saturday afternoon the way most stallions would: In a tavern in Canterlot waiting for any curious, eager, or experimental patrons that wanted to enlist their services in all things kink.
Though right now, their business was at a lull, and so they were busy drinking and chatting hypotheticals to pass the time.
Flicker took a sip of his cider. “Alright. Worship, Tickle, Footjob: Mayor Mare, Applejack, Cheerilee.”
Dreamy clicked his tongue, thinking for only a second before responding. “Worship Applejack, Tickle Cheerilee, Footjob from Mayor Mare.”
“Damn, that was quick. What’s your reasoning?”
“Well, we know Applejack tastes like apples, so probably the best experience, plus she’s plenty ticklish enough that a few licks would be a bonus. Cheerilee’s got a cute giggle, especially when you feather right around the balls of her feet, so there’s that. And I’d like to imagine Mayor Mare giving me that footjob while I’m underneath her desk while she’s passing bills or whatever.”
“Pssh, you’re such a weirdo,” Flicker shook his head and chuckled.
“Hey, you’re the one that asked.” Dreamy took a nonchalant sip of his drink. “So, what would you pick?”
“Hmm…Worship Cheerilee, because they just look so soft and adorable, I think I could get a few giggles out of her just by worshiping. Tickle Applejack, because I love getting that tough mare good, and the things I’d do with those big feet in my hands…! And Footjob from Mayor Mare, because one look at her would tell you that’s she’s got-”
“Experience!” Both stallions said in unison, sharing a short laugh over their similar thinking.
“How’s Applejack been doing, by the way? Been a while since we’ve seen her and Rainbow Dash come in.”
“She’s been doing alright. Probably busy with farmwork and can’t hand her chores off to Big Mac yet.” Dreamy shrugged. “Might be a bit embarrassed due to that one time she thought she grabbed her lasso, but it was one of the bondage ropes from the new kink shop that opened up.”
“Ah.” Flicker took another sip before immediately putting his mug down to stare at Dreamy. “What.”
Dreamy let out a soft chuckle, reliving the memories. “Yeah, it was pretty funny though. Haven’t seen her face get that red since, well, last time she visited us.”
“No, you moron, what were you saying about a shop?”
“Ohh…that!” Dreamy nodded. “Yeah, there’s this new shop that opened up. They sell a bunch of bondage and kink stuff. Kinda like the stuff we have. Took a quick look, owner seemed pretty nice…”
Flicker’s lower eyelid twitched before he took a deep breath. “Dreamy…how long has that shop been open?”
“Iunno, few months, I guess?”
“A few mon-” Flicker slammed his fists on the table. “Why do you not tell me these things?!”
“Look, if you lived in Ponyville, you’d know that weird stuff happens almost every week.” Dreamy rolled his eyes. “Pardon me if a few things fly under my radar every now and again, Mr. Ivory Tower.”
“Ugh, finish your drink, we’re taking the next train to Ponyville. I wanna see this place for myself.”
“Whyyyy?” Dreamy whined. “It’s not like he has anything we don’t have back there. You already provide all the stuff we use, so what’s the point?” A smirk started to grow on the pegasus’s face. “What, are you jealous or something?”
“Wh-no!” Flicker sputtered. “If there’s somepony out there that shares our interests, wouldn’t it make sense to be friends so we can all benefit from each other? Like you and me? Come on!”
“Fine, fine, gimmie a minute.” Dreamy looked at what was left inside his mug. “He’s totally jealous,” he muttered to himself as he finished off his cider.
After the long ride to Ponyville, Dreamy and Flicker exited the train car, with the former being hastily pushed out by the latter.
“Alright, come on, take me to the shop,” Flicker insisted.
“Fine, jeez! No need to shove…”
Dreamy guided Flicker all the way to the shop in question. From a distance, it looked like any other ordinary store in Ponyville. But as Flicker got closer, he noticed the ropes and cuffs on display in the window.
“Hm, interesting work…I wonder how they compare to what we have back at our own base of operations…” Flicker mused.
Dreamy yawned and turned to walk away. “Great, you go window shop or whatever, and I’ll just go take a nap-GKKKKT!”
Flicker grabbed Dreamy by the back of his shirt collar and yanked him to his side. “Nope. You’re sticking with me. Can’t exactly conduct business without my business partner, can I?”
“...Fine…”
As they walked through the doors, they were greeted by a friendly voice.
“Hey hey, welcome! What can I do for you two?”
Dreamy and Flicker looked at the owner, a cobalt blue unicorn stallion with a red and orange mane sat behind the counter.
Flicker greeted him with a friendly wave. “‘Ello! It’s nice to meet you! Are you the owner of this shop?”
“Indeed I am!” the unicorn replied with a nod. “Name’s Stable Reins. I moved here a few months ago, so I’m still trying to learn the names and faces of everypony here.”
Stable confirming Dreamy’s laziness made Flicker swallow his anger. “Well, my name is Flicker Feather, and this is my friend Dreamy Daze.”
Dreamy casually shot finger guns and clicked his tongue. “Sup.”
“Well, Flicker and Dreamy, it’s an honor to make your acquaintance! Did you just stop by to browse out of curiosity? I know what I’m selling here is pretty out there for most ponies, so…”
“Far from it, actually,” Flicker chuckled. “We are quite interested in your business…”
Stable raised an eyebrow in curiosity. “Oh really? Go on…”
Flicker Feather took a few steps around the shop to get a better look. It was fairly obvious from a glance, but now he could see all the different kinds of feathers in glass display cases, foot stocks made of different woods and finishes, cords of rope in varying thickness and length. “Well, I can tell that while this is a kink shop of sorts, you’re more into bondage and tickling, correct?”
“Astute observation, Flicker,” Stable smirked. “Not exactly trying to hide it, but yes, I do enjoy tying somepony up and tickling them senseless.”
Flicker put an arm around Dreamy’s shoulder. “As luck would have it, Dreamy and I consider bondage and tickling our specialty.”
Stable leaned forward, drawn in by what Flicker was saying. “Specialty, hm?”
“Oh yes, we have a little business over in Canterlot where ponies come to us for some delightfully kinky fun.”
“Canterlot? If you’ve set up shop over there, then you two must be some underground sensation!”
“Well, I don’t mean to brag-”
“Despite all evidence otherwise…” Dreamy snarked under his breath.
“-But we’ve had many clients from all over Equestria and beyond ask for our services.”
“Well if that’s the case, what do two Canterlot big shots want to do with little old me?” Stable asked in half-joking, half-self-deprecating tone, fluttering his eyelashes.
“We’re here cause Flicker’s jealous you might be stealing our clients,” Dreamy said bluntly, staring at the wall of feathers on display.
“I-” Flicker exhaled sharply out of his nostrils, squeezing Dreamy’s sides to make him squeak as punishment. “We came here because after hearing about your shop, I think we’d make very good friends, and perhaps business partners, if you’re interested in the idea.”
Stable quietly chuckled at Ficker’s annoyance at Dreamy, and his ticklish reaction upon getting his sides squeezed. “Well, when you put it like that, I’d say I’m quite interested. Do you mind chatting for a bit so that we can get to know each other better?”
“That sounds lovely!”
“Then if you would, follow me please.”
Stable led the other two stallions to a different room behind the counter. Unlike the nice organized display shelves on the main floor, this room had different bondage racks and seats lining the floor.
“Apologies, I don’t have much in terms of actual chairs back here,” Stable chuckled, taking a seat on a reclining chair, pushing aside the straps.
“Now we’re talking!” Dreamy grinned, immediately hopping in one of the bondage chairs, propping his feet up on top of the padded stocks. “Ahhh, much better…!”
Flicker hopped up on one of the racks. “Well then, let’s get to know each other a little better, shall we?”
“Excellent! So, how long have you two been working together?” Stable asked.
“Hmm…Wow, it’s been a REALLY long time, hasn’t it?” Dreamy looked up towards the ceiling as he tried to remember. “I wanna say…five, six years? Though we’ve been friends for a bit longer than that…”
Impressed, Stable let out a low whistle. “That long, huh? You must have met practically everypony in Equestria!”
“Feels like it, honestly,” Flicker chuckled. “You’d be surprised how many ponies out there have approached us to be tickled, or at least were curious about it.”
“Heh, not just ponies,” Dreamy pointed out. “We got a few dragons and zebras and griffons, too.”
Stable’s eyes widened and sparkled as his jaw dropped. “Woah, really? What’s it like tickling a griffon?”
Dreamy casually shrugged. “Eh, not that different, really. You mostly just gotta aim for the paw pads and watch out for the claws. Even if they say they won’t bring them out, it’s a reflex they can’t have total control over. Trust me,” he warned with a look in his eyes that have seen serious pain.
“...Noted.”
“Well, you’ve set up shop in Ponyville for quite some time. Have you gotten accustomed to living here?” Flicker asked.
Stable let out a long sigh weighted with exhaustion. “Well, I mean, I moved here to Ponyville cause I thought it’d be a nice quiet town. Turns out I got the total opposite of that! I mean, I love it here, but it’s like something crazy happens here every week!”
Flicker clenched his fists. He didn’t need to turn his head to tell that Dreamy was currently giving him the smuggest possible “I told you so” look he could muster. “...So I’ve heard. You know that Dreamy also lives here in Ponyville?”
“Wait, really?” Stable turned to look at Dreamy. “Ohhh! You do look familiar, now that I think about it!”
“Yeah, usually take care of the weather whenever Rainbow Dash nags me about it,” Dreamy nonchalantly shrugged. “Flicker is the one that lives all the way in Canterlot.”
“So you travel all the way over there for work?”
“It’s not work if I’m enjoying it,” Dreamy smirked. “But yeah. I could probably move to save on train tickets, but as crazy as things get here, it’s more my pace than the high life that Canterlot demands.”
“Well, speaking of, has being there in Canterlot so often given you the chance to meet said high life?”
“Mmm, you could say that,” Flicker smirked. “Dreamy and I have had a few high-profile celebrities show up from time to time.”
Stable tapped his index fingers together, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Right, well, I mean high life more like…well, you’re in Canterlot with a bunch of royalty walking around, so…”
“Ahhh…” Flicker nodded, pretending that he just understood what Stable was saying. “Well, just to avoid a scandal, I’ll say that we do occasionally have visitors of high status,” he winked, intentionally being vague about their two best clients.
Stable’s eyes shimmered in awe. “Wow, you two are lucky!”
“So what’s this room about?” Dreamy asked, gesturing to his surroundings. “Is it just storage, or what?”
“Oh, well, this room is to hold all the bondage equipment that I can’t fit out in the front,” Stable explained. “But if someone wanted to do a trial run or if I wanted someone to test something I made, I’d take them here.”
“You built all of this?” Flicker tapped and shook the frame he was sitting on for a bit of a stress test. “This is good stuff!”
“Ehehe, thanks!” Stable giggled and blushed sheepishly. “I take it that you make your own restraints, too?”
“That I do!” Flicker puffed out his chest with pride. “Though I couldn’t do it without Dreamy’s help. I usually just make them according to his designs and ideas. It’s why I keep him around.”
“Hey!”
Stable simply laughed at the relationship the two friends had.
“Ooh, I got a good question,” Dreamy grinned. “You’ve been in town for a while, so you’ve at least gotten at least a general sense of familiarity with the residents, right?”
“I guess so, why?”
“Ok so, between Cheerilee, Mayor Mare, and Applejack, which feet would you worship, which feet would you tickle, and which feet would you get a footjob from?”
Stable let out a low whistle. “Heh, that’s a hell of an icebreaker! Lemmie think…I would…Worship Cheerilee, because the few times I’ve talked with her, she’s seemed real nice, and I think she’d appreciate a good pampering. I’d Tickle Applejack, because it’d be so satisfying to take down a tough girl like her with some of my specialized tools. Finally, Footjob from Mayor Mare, because I’ve seen the way she carries herself through town, that gal definitely has-”
“Experience!” All three of them said in unison.
After that, Dreamy and Flicker wordlessly extended their hands, which Stable gripped on and shook tightly, the trio bonding over their shared agreement of fetishistic perverted desires in a way that only stallions could.
“Oh, I think we’re going to be very good friends, Stable!” Flicker grinned.
“Hah, likewise!” Stable chuckled. “Though truth be told, I’m also interested in what Ponyville’s stallions can offer, I’ve seen quite a few cuties walking around town…”
“Oh thank goodness!” Dreamy threw his hands up in the air, standing up to grab onto Stable’s shoulders. “Finally, somepony else that understands!”
Stable gave Dreamy a flirty smirk. “Oh? Then perhaps you can give me a rundown later, unless you’re offering yourself, of course…”
The bright pink blush burned hard on Dreamy’s white cheeks. “Aahaa…w-well…!”
As the flustered Dreamy sat back down, Stable spoke up again. “Hey, I’ve been thinking…You say you have a lot of clients that come in to be tickled, but could they also come in to tickle you instead?”
“Heh, of course. It’d be a shame to deprive the world of the chance of tickling Dreamy’s super sensitive feet!” Flicker teased.
“You’re one to talk, you tenderfoot!” Dreamy immediately fired back.
“Iiiiinteresting…” Stable tented his fingers. “Would it be possible to see how ticklish you two are for myself?”
Flicker let out a short chuckle. “You want a free session? Those don’t come cheap, you know.”
“Well, since you wanted us to be business partners, how about this: If you can last through ten minutes of tickling, then I’ll give you some freebies from the shop!”
Dreamy raised an eyebrow. “...And if we can’t?”
“Then…you’ll have to help me test out the ‘heavy-duty’ bondage stuff I have.” Stable crossed his legs. “The choice is yours.”
Flicker turned to his business partner. “What do you say, Dreamy?”
“Free is free, Flicker.”
“Alright, we’re in.”
“Excellent!” Stable extended both his hands out, which the other two responded with a firm shake. “Then it’s on!”
Stable stood up and gestured around the room. “I’ll let you pick where you want to be strapped down while I go prepare...”
Dreamy and Flicker stood up, walking around the room, examining all the different furniture that Stable had built.
Dreamy’s face twisted into an uneasy frown, he wasn’t a huge fan of the “pick your own poison” deal, at least, when he was on the receiving end of it. He eventually decided on a reclined chair. Fairly basic, but at least he could stay in a more comfortable position.
Flicker was carefully walking by each one, not so much thinking about what he wanted to be put in, but moreso admiring the craftwork that Stable did. Though one in particular caught his attention, a long, vertical pole with parallel pads on opposite sides.
Meanwhile, Stable was gathering different tools from around his store that he planned on using, putting everything he grabbed onto a rolling work table. He also took a timer with him, just to ensure that he really was going to be tickling them for only ten minutes.
Once the two stallions decided, Stable pushed both bondage sets closer together, and helped them to be strapped down.
The process for Dreamy was simple enough: put his feet in the stocks, slip off his shoes and socks, strap his knees to the seat, and tie his wrists down so that his arms were outstretched.
For Flicker, Stable guided him into position, making him kneel down on the pads, putting his back against the pole, with his hands tied behind his head.
“Now, if you wanna give up at any time before the timer runs out, all you have to do is say ‘Red’ and I’ll know that you’ve surrendered!” Stable smirked as he started peeling off Flicker’s shoes and socks.
“Pssh, ‘red’...Kinda cliche if you ask me…” Dreamy snarked.
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure your cheeks are the same color before you scream it out,” Stable retorted, poking Dreamy in the chest with a flirty grin.
Flicker rolled his eyes. “You’re really poking the bear today, aren’t you, Dreamy?”
“Please, he’s clearly built like a twink.”
Stable stood in front of the two bound stallions, smirking as he set the timer for ten minutes, letting it run on the rolling table. “Alright boys, game on!”
Both stallions could see the timer slowly ticking down the seconds, though what was more eye-catching was the sheer amount of tools Stable had gathered on the table. Feathers, hairbrushes, paintbrushes, vibrators, oils, claws, and more. Surely Stable wouldn’t have time to use all of them in the span of ten minutes, right?
In retaliation for all his snarky remarks, Stable went for Dreamy first, immediately scribbling his fingers up and down his soles.
As much as he tried to grit his teeth and resist, Dreamy could only hold out for a few seconds before the giggles started flowing from his lips. “Pfff…! Hehehehehe! I-Is that all you got?”
“Oh, not enough tickling for you?” Stable smirked, pressing Dreamy’s toes back with the palm of his hand. “I can fix that…” With the extra restraint, Stable’s fingers clawed against his taut sole.
“NNNNGHH! O-Okay! ThahahahaaAAAAAt tihihihickles a bit!” Dreamy’s foot flailed and curled to compensate for the lack of movement on the other foot.
“Only a bit? Cause it sounds to me like it tickles a looooot…” Stable teased, raking his fingers down his sole.
Dreamy threw his head back, clenching his fists as his foot desperately tried to push back against Stable’s palm. “Gyahahahaha! I’ve hahahahahad wohohohorse!”
Flicker watched as Stable mercilessly scribbled his fingers up and down Dreamy’s sole, observing the technique the unicorn was utilizing. He could see how he expertly pinned all of Dreamy’s toes back in order to keep his foot nice and taut. It was clear that Stable wasn’t some novice. Perhaps he was reading too much into it, but he started to see a certain pattern while Stable was tickling Dreamy’s foot. To Dreamy, it may have just been random scribblings, but Flicker could notice the hyperfocus in Stable’s eyes, the monitoring of his face and his other foot to try and determine particularly ticklish areas.
Flicker kept his mouth shut, partially out of worry that his turn would be hastened, and partially because it was just satisfying to see Dreamy get his.
For Dreamy, despite how much he kept taunting and goading Stable on, he was getting increasingly worried with how it seemed like those fingers tickled more and more with each passing moment. The speed remained around the same, but his laughter just kept increasing.
“So? How badly does it tickle now?” Stable grinned, using his index and middle finger to make small, rapid circles on the center of Dreamy’s sole.
“EEEHEEHEEHEEP! NO NO NO WAHAHAHAIT!”
“Ohhh, I think I found a weakspot, and only a couple of minutes in…!” Stable hummed, focusing all his fingers on the middle of his foot.
As Dreamy let out a loud squeal, Stable turned his head towards the other stallion in the room. “And don’t think I forgot about you, Flicker…”
Flicker could feel Stable’s gaze, slowly looking up and down his body, as if he was already scanning for weak points.
“Ah, but I shouldn’t leave Dreamy here all alone…” Stable went to his table, and grabbed two square, sticker-like pads. He stuck one on each of Dreamy’s feet, right in the center. “Now then…”
As Stable walked over to Flicker, Dreamy could hear a small beep, and then, almost instantaneously, he erupted with wild laughter. “NAHAHAHAHAHA W-WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAT?!”
“Tickle pads,” Stable stated matter-of-factly. “Just something to keep you occupied while I toy with your friend for a bit.”
Dreamy felt intense, electric vibrations on his feet where the pads stuck to his soles. No matter how much he curled and wiggled his feet. “EEEHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! TURNITOFFTURNITOHOHOHOHOFF!”
With Dreamy now occupied, Stable turned his attention to Flicker. “Now then, where are you most ticklish?”
“Heh, you think I’m just going to tell you?” Flicker let out a short, defiant chuckle, but there was a blatantly obvious nervousness underneath his grin.
“Worth a shot,” Stable shrugged. “This way is much more fun, anyway!”
Stable’s hands reached underneath Flicker’s shirt, spidering his fingers against his stomach.
“Nnnhmmhmhmhmhm!” Flicker immediately puffed his cheeks, trying to keep his laughter in, though with how quickly Dreamy cracked, he didn’t expect to be able to hold out for long.
“Oooh, such a nice, lean tummy!” Stable cooed, squeezing and goosing his sides from underneath Flicker’s shirt. “Mmm, though a bit squishier than I expected. I thought Earth Ponies were supposed to have rock-hard abs, not cute and tickly tummies!”
Flicker’s cheeks turned a considerable shade redder upon hearing Stable’s teasing tone, but even with the rapid skittering of fingers against his stomach, he wouldn’t yield.
“Maaaybe I should go up instead…”
Air sputtered out of Flicker’s pursed lips as Stable’s fingers traveled up underneath his shirt, crawling up his ribs and getting right into his pits. “Pppfffttthhh! Nnnnnnnffff!”
Stable grinned as he looked up to Flicker’s puffed up cheeks, the way he futilely shook his hips back and forth, the little twitch in his lower eyelid. “Awww, looks like you’re gonna crack aaaany moment now! Just need a few…more…tickles!” He dug into the hollows of Flicker’s pits with each emphasized word.
Flicker snorted and huffed, his body jolting with each little dig. He felt his lips getting looser with each dig, until the final strike where Stable kept his clawed fingers into his pits and vibrated. “Pffpphptffffaaahahahahahahahahaaaaa!”
“There it is!” Stable smirked. “That’s that cute stallion laugh I was looking for!”
“Nnnghaahahahaha! You stihihihihill haven’t broken meeheeheeheehee!” Flicker’s arms desperately kept fighting to try and shoot down to his sides to protect his armpits, but he kept hitting his knotted-up wrists against the pole.
“Mmm, true…” Stable mused. “Would probably help if this shirt wasn’t in the way. What to do, what to do…”
Flicker could see a green aura surrounding Stable’s horn, and with a quick flash, he could suddenly see those blue hands against his naked chest, and the shirt that he was wearing tossed onto the table.
“AHAHAHAHAHACK! COHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHON!” From the sound of things, it seemed like Dreamy’s shirt was gone, too.
“Ah, much better! Nearly forgot I had this!” Stable chuckled, tapping the tip of his horn, which started to glow once more. “This’ll make things much easier!”
Flicker watched the same green glow show up on the table, and two backscratchers flew to Stable’s side, and then directly onto Flicker’s.
“EEEHEEHEEP!” Flicker’s entire body trembled as the scratchers worked over his sides, the little metal claws were like finely manicured nails that glided across his armpits, sides, and stomach.
Now keeping Flicker busy, Stable walked back to Dreamy, leaning against the stocks as he turned the tickle pads off. “So Dreamy? Did you enjoy the tickle pads?”
Dreamy tilted his head back, gasping, wheezing, and giggling as his feet still twitched and curled from the residual tingles. “Aaahh…fuck…oh my feet…”
“Heh, don’t want me to tickle those cute soles of yours anymore?” Stable asked, giving the balls of his feet a quick poke.
“Nnngh! Just…not the feet…” Dreamy shut his eyes tight from exhaustion. “I can still…feel it…”
“Hmhm, I can accommodate for that…”
Dreamy kept his eyes shut, focusing on recovering his lost energy, curling and uncurling his feet to try and get rid of the tickly feelings on his soles. With Flicker squealing right next to him, he couldn’t hear the sound of Stable taking a deep breath, left completely unaware until he felt a hand on his shoulder and a buzzing on his stomach an instant later.
“NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!” Dreamy’s eyes shot open, he immediately twisted and jolted around in his chair, trying to shake Stable’s lips off of him.
The only rest Stable gave Dreamy was when he dramatically leaned his head back to take a deep breath. He made sure to look down and briefly grin at Dreamy before resuming the tummy tickles.
“GAHAHAHAHASTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!” Dreamy bucked his hips and squealed. It was seeing that smug little glint in Stable’s eyes that gave the pegasus chills.
As Stable winded up for the third raspberry, he raised his arms up high and wiggled his fingers.
Dreamy’s pupils shrank, immediately realizing what Stable was about to do. “Wait! No! NonononononOOOOOAHAHAHAHA FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!”
As Stable’s head lowered down on Dreamy’s midsection, so did his fingers, squeezing his sides and scribbling up his ribs while his lips buzzed against his stomach.
As Dreamy howled with laughter, his trembling got considerably more erratic the higher Stable’s fingers got. His squeaks got even higher in pitch the closer they approached his armpits…
For once, Stable didn’t pick up on Dreamy’s nervousness up top. With his head so close to his waist, he keyed in on Dreamy’s excitement down below. “Oho, what’s this? Are you getting…excited?”
Before Dreamy even had the chance to answer, Stable’s already glowing horn hit his eyes with a bright flash. Even without looking, the chill at his legs was enough of a clue to what spell was just cast.
“Aww, that’s adorable!” Stable cooed, giggling at Dreamy’s heart-print boxers. “And very impressive, too…” he murmured, leaning closer to the bulge between his legs.
Dreamy’s face started to burn up with blush with the other stallion’s face so close to his crotch.
“Heh, you must reeeaaally like being tickled, Dreamy!” Stable briefly turned his head. “Flicker, too!”
“Wh-I…n-no I don’t!” Dreamy vehemently shook his head, his cheeks getting even redder with his denial.
Stable walked in between both bound stallions. “Well, now that the warmup is done, let’s have some real fun, shall we?”
Flicker’s and Dreamy’s eyes widened in horror as they saw Stable’s green magical aura practically engulf the table in front of them, as a mass array of tools got lifted up.
They took a worried, desperate glance at the timer, only four minutes left…
Stable took some time dividing up the tools, and making the two stallions he was about to doom writhe in dread.
Stable raised his hands, pointing at the tools, standing with his back straight and his chest puffed out as if he was conducting an orchestra, then pointed at the stallions, instructing his instruments to play.
The results were immediate and explosive. Flicker and Dreamy roared with laughter as Stable was expertly tickling them all over.
In addition to the backscratchers that kept scritching and rubbing his sides, Flicker was subjected to paintbrushes that would swirl and spin on his bare stomach, crossing and dipping into his navel. Little metallic claws would rake at the hollows of his taut armpits, making x-shaped patterns and digging into the center. And his feet got big, stiff hairbrushes, fitting for his large earth pony soles. The hairbrushes would slowly drag across his feet, though they were already covering more than half his sole on contact alone. Despite how tough he was, Flicker’s feet might as well have been buttersoft against the stiff bristles.
Dreamy was given the tickle pads on his sides, and pill vibrators on his armpits, which would have been bad enough, but most of the attention was being put on his feet. Two bottles of oil drizzled down his soles, and was being spread across all his feet with the help of a variety of paintbrushes, makeup brushes, and scrubbing brushes, each with a different texture of bristle that made it own hell on Dreamy’s quickly reddening feet.
Both stallions were reduced to tears, screaming and gasping for air as the room filled with hysterics, though neither of them seemed even close to announcing their surrender. But perhaps it was due to laughing too hard to properly form words.
It took a lot of magical energy and concentration, but Stable, Despite all the work he was doing, Stable wasn’t satisfied with just watching, he still wanted to have a personal hand in tormenting the stallions.
Through his teary eyes, Dreamy could see a blurry blue figure standing in front of his feet. “NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEAAASE NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHORE!”
“What do you mean? I still haven’t gotten your toes yet!” Stable giggled, brandishing a pair of combs, immediately sliding it between his toes. “Tickly tickly toooeees…”
“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE DOHOHOHOHON’T! NO NO NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEASE DOHOHOHOHOHON’T!” Dreamy’s pupils practically shrunk to pinpricks as he felt his toes getting attacked. His already red face got even redder once Stable adopted a teasy tone.
Stable raised an eyebrow, grinning in curiosity. “Don’t do what? Don’t tickle tickle tickle your toes?”
Even through the storm of tickling, every utterance of the word “tickle” made Dreamy noticeably tense up and make a crack in his voice. “AAAAHAHAHAHAAA STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
Stable ran the combs back and forth between Dreamy’s toes. “What’s the matter? The big strong stallion can’t take a few tickle tickles to his tender toesies?”
“PLEHEHEHEHAAAAHEEAAASE!”
Stable accented each stroke of the combs with every syllable. “Coo…chie…coo..chie…coo!”
“FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK I CAHAHA! RED! REHEHEHEHED JUST STAHAHAHAP!”
“DREAMY NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!”
Stable clapped his hands, putting all the tools he was using to torment Dreamy away to leave him lying in defeat. He let out a deep sigh of relief, now with less things he needed to concentrate on, he could put his full focus on Flicker. Though he did take one souvenir with him…
“Just you left, Flicker, and you’re all mine!” the unicorn chuckled sinisterly.
Flicker took a quick glance at the timer. Only a couple of minutes left…!
“And since Dreamy broke already, that means I just have to do this to you instead…”
Stable grabbed onto Flicker’s waistband, pulling his underwear down to his knees, letting his cock spring out in its full, desperate, erect state.
Flicker gasped and huffed. “A-AAHHH! NNNGH! N-NOHOHOHO!”
“Oh yes…” Stable held up his weapon of choice, a very familiar white feather. He put the feather to the base of Flicker’s shaft, slowly dragging it up to the tip.
Even with the intense tickling to every other part of his body, that slow trace of Dreamy’s feather against Flicker’s cock was all that he could truly focus on. “AAAHAHAHA! NNNNNNF! O-OOUUUHHH!”
“I bet you’re sooooo close,” Stable teased, running the edge of the feather against Flicker’s cockhead. “You want to cum so badly, don’t you? It must be driving you craaaaazy…”
Flicker desperately started thrusting his hips, trying to bring himself to orgasm himself, but Stable would quickly pull the feather away to make sure he was left needy and only tickled.
Stable pursed his lips and cooed. “Aww, you wanna cum, don’t you? Maybe during our testing I’ll let you do it once every other session or so…”
Flicker’s entire body shook as his entire mind went into a haze. The free store items were barely in his head anymore, all he wanted to do was cum, and if it meant surrendering to this unicorn, so be it.
Just as Flicker took a breath, the loud beeping from the timer indicated that he had made it.
Stable and Flicker let out a sigh of relief as the former put away all the tools he was using to torment the latter. “Well, you two actually held out longer than I expected, so well done!”
“Eheh, t-thanks! You sure…know your stuff!” Flicker weakly panted out. “C-Can I have my clothes back now…?”
“O-Oh right!” Stable sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and blushed as he teleported Flicker’s clothes back onto his body before letting him out of his bondage.
“So, now what?” Flicker asked, “I made it, but Dreamy barely didn’t, so what now?”
Dreamy lifted his head up. “Yeah, uh…can I have my clothes back too? And be let out of here? …Please?”
Stable thought for a moment, seeing Dreamy gave him a flash of inspiration. “Ya know, since I want us to be good friends, how about I let you guys pick whatever you want anyway?”
Flicker raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “...What’s the catch?”
“Well, because Dreamy tapped out early, I think it’s only fair that he still helps me with a bit of inventory testing, but maybe you could also assist me? I’d love to see your techniques…”
Flicker looked over to Dreamy, whose tired face slowly turned to one of horror. “In exchange for some of the things around the store? I’d be delighted!”
“W-Wait! H-Hold on!” Dreamy protested, trying to wiggle out of the chair.
“Perfect, now let’s tickle this cutie out of his mind…” Stable grinned.
“C-Come on! T-That’s not fair!” Dreamy’s heart started to race as he saw Stable and Flicker approach him.
“Free is free, Dreamy.”
“Well Flicker, I assume since you’ve known each other for so long, you’re quite aware of his weak spots, right?” Stable asked. “Care to enlighten me on them?”
“Oho, it’d be my pleasure. While you did cover most of it in one go, there is one place you overlooked.” Flicker walked around, getting slightly behind Dreamy’s back.
“No. Don’t you dare, Flicker! That’s not ok! Don’t tell him about that!”
“It’s a very essential part of pegasi anatomy,” Flicker explained, ignoring Dreamy’s warnings. “But many don’t know about how surprisingly sensitive they are!” To demonstrate, Flicker ran his fingers against the top of Dreamy’s wing.
“EEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEK!”
Stable’s eyes lit up in awe. “Ohhhh! That’s very good to know! May I?”
“Help yourself, he has two wings, after all.”
As Stable walked to the other side of Dreamy, the pegasus began to panic. “C-Can’t we talk about this or something? Please, can’t I have a NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!”
“Like this?” Stable asked, curiously brushing his fingers back and forth through Dreamy’s feathers.
“Kinda, it’s better if you do the same direction like this…” Flicker began to demonstrate, raking his fingers from base to tip.
“AAAAHAHAHA I SWEHEHEHEAR I’LL GET BOHOHOHOHOTH OF YOU! YOU’RE SOHOHOHO DOOHOOHOOMED! EEEHEEHEEHEEHEE NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!”
Stable chuckled to himself as he started to mimic Flicker’s actions. Even the thought of Dreamy getting some deserved revenge sounded exciting. “Oh, this is going to be a wonderful partnership…”
