A Group Giggling Activity

As Ocellus dressed herself and left the room, Yona started to put her dress back on. She looked over at Sandbar, leaning against the bed, not even bothering to reach for his clothes.

“Sandbar not going to change?”

“Eh,” Sandbar shrugged. “There’s two more of our friends left, and it’s just too much work to keep putting my clothes back on if I’m just gonna take them off anyway.”

“Ooh, good idea! Save time that way!” Yona quickly took the time to not only take her dress back off, but also her underwear.

Sandbar looked at Yona with loving eyes and chuckled as the yak walked to the door, opening it wide enough to show her chest.

“Okay! Next!”

The sight of Yona’s naked upperbody made three out of the four friends in the hallway widen their eyes and drop their jaws. Silverstream just gave her an approving thumbs up.

Smolder and Gallus looked over at each other, waging a war in silence. Both of them wanted to go in, but neither of them were willing to admit it. And chances were that Yona wasn’t going to want to wait long for them to decide.

The two stared right through each other, trying to gain the mental upper hand, until Smolder finally caved in.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

“Good! Come in, Smolder!”

As Smolder disappeared behind the door, Gallus turned to Ocellus and Silverstream. “So we all saw that right? Why was she naked?”

“I…I don’t know…” Ocellus stammered, blushing heavily. “She at least had her bra on when she was tickling me…”

“Oooh, speaking of!” Silverstream interjected. “How was it? Did you enjoy it?”

Unlike with Silverstream’s session, they didn’t hear much high-pitched screaming laughter from the other side of the door, mostly squeaks, gasps, and bubbly giggle-fits.

“Oh! Um…It was really fun!” Ocellus grinned. “They really made me feel comfortable and snug when they were tickling me.”

“Ooh, what’d they use to tie you down?”

“Um, nothing, actually. It was mostly just Yona hugging me…” Ocellus giggled.

“Whaaaaat? Oh, that sounds so cuuute! I wish I thought of that!” Silverstream looked over at Gallus. “Hey Gallus, you should totally ask Yona to tickle hug you when it’s your turn.”

“I-I’m good, thanks,” Gallus winced, already imagining the yak crushing his ribs.

Silverstream’s eyes sparkled, elbowing the griffon in the ribs. “Ooh, you already have an idea on how you wanna be tickled then? Tell us, tell us!”

Gallus blushed, trying not to jolt or crack a smile from the repeated prodding. “Q-Quit it! I don’t know how I want to be tickled yet!”

“Oh, I can help you decide! There were stocks, ropes, feathers-”

Gallus put a claw around Silverstream’s beak to preemptively stop her. “Look, I’ll figure it out on my own, okay?”

Silverstream shrugged, turning her attention back to Ocellus. “Hey Ocellus, do your feet still tingle?”

“A little bit, yeah.”

“Can I look? I wanna see if they’re pink and stuff.”

“Um, sure?” Ocellus shrugged, kicking off her shoes. “I don’t think they tickled my feet nearly as hard as yours though.”

Silverstream knelt down, peeking at Ocellus’s feet. “Oooh, your feet are so cute and tiny!” she gushed, poking at the slightly blushing soles.

“Ahahahack! Hehehey, quit it!”

Smolder looked at Sandbar in his boxers and the completely nude Yona. “...I’m guessing I gotta take my clothes off, too, huh?”

“It’d help, yeah,” Sandbar nodded.

Rather than question it, Smolder just shrugged and took off her low-heels, then got to work taking off the rest of her clothes, save for her panties to match with Sandbar.

It only took one glance at Smolder’s bright pink underwear for Sandbar to start grinning.

“Not a word,” Smolder sternly warned.

“Okay! Now Smolder need to pick tickle tools and bondage!”

Smolder looked around the room with a low whistle. “Lotta choices here…” she muttered as she walked around. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was getting into, and wasn’t entirely certain on how much any of these instruments would tickle. She opted to grab as many as she could, just out of curiosity, and to be safe, she snagged some rope as bondage.

She unloaded her stash in Yona’s arms. “Will this do?”

Yona was surprised at how much Smolder grabbed. Apparently she was very brave. “Yep! This good!” She handed the rope off to Sandbar so that he could tie the dragon down.

Sandbar looked at the rope in his hands, wondering how to have Smolder tied. He could just opt for the simple spread-eagle on the bed, but Smolder had something that the rest of their friend group didn’t have: a big, not-hairy tail. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by having her lie on it for a while. Maybe if she was standing up…

Sandbar’s eyes lit up with inspiration. “Hey Yona, could I get your help for a bit?”

After whispering the idea to Yona, the three walked over to the dorm’s bathroom door. Sandbar opened the door and walked inside.

Before Smolder could ask questions, she felt a pair of strong yak hands on her hips as Yona lifted her up.

And with some quick work by Sandbar, a few well tied knots, and a few cuffs, Smolder was strapped to the door frame, arms and legs spread out, with Yona in front of her, and Sandbar right behind.

“...Is all this really necessary?” Smolder asked, trying to turn her head to see where Sandbar was.

“I mean, it was either this or the door to the hallway,” Sandbar smirked. “We can easily move you over there.”

Smolder immediately winced. “Nope, this is fine!”

“Alright, if tickling too much for Smolder, say ‘pink’ and we stop, okay?” Yona asked, trying to make sure Smolder was comfortable.

“Yeah…alright…” Smolder tugged at the ropes around her wrists and ankles. It wasn’t exactly a relaxing rest on a bed, but she wasn’t uncomfortable either. The bondage was snug where it was holding her, but it felt a bit strange to be suspended, her tail was barely touching the floor as it rested limp.

Yona started looking through all the stuff Smolder picked, trying to grab something that she thought that Smolder would be comfortable getting tickled by for the first time.

Smolder tried to lean over as far as she could to try and see what Yona was holding.

The dragon was so focused on the yak in front of her, that she completely forgot about the pony behind her. At least, until he started wiggling his fingers against her sides.

“Ahahahahack!” Smolder kept twisting and turning to try and look at where Sandbar was going, but could only get glances of his hands as they darted all over her midsection.

Sandbar never stayed in one place for long, and his fingers kept moving in different ways. Squeezes to her hips, clawing at her sides, digging into her belly, walking up her sides, tapping against her belly, wiggling against her hips…Sandbar started out relentless.

Meanwhile, Yona decided on the tool she wanted to start off with: a pair of recently plucked pink feathers. Something soft and gentle to hopefully ease the stubborn dragon into liking the tickling sensations.

Though with what she was hearing, Sandbar wasn’t quite on the same page as Yona. She looked up to see Sandbar happily scribbling his fingers over the dragon’s ribs, and poor Smolder squeaking and writhing in laughter.

“Gahahaha! Q-Quihihihit-Nahahaha! Just lemmie-eeheeheehee! Sandbahahahahaha!” Smolder protested, yanking at the ropes around her wrists.

Smolder was too preoccupied with trying to watch Sandbar’s hands that by the time she noticed the feathers Yona was holding approaching, they were already stroking her belly. “Eeeeheeheek!”

“Smolder like feathers?” Yona giggled. “Silverstream made sure they’re very fluffy and soft!”

“Or maybe you like the fingers more?” Sandbar added, digging into her sides.

Smolder started feeling flustered. It wasn’t just that Yona was adding to the tickling, but just like she claimed, Silverstream’s feathers were fluffy and soft. Having them brush across her belly certainly tickled, but not in the same way that Sandbar’s fingers did. Sandbar kept changing up speeds and techniques, always moving, always catching her off guard. But those feathers moved slowly up and down the same spot, leaving her helpless to all the tickling it did.

The two sensations both tickled, but they were so different in intensity they couldn’t be blended together. It was almost overwhelming her senses, and they had just started.

Yona dragged the feathers up and down the dragon’s stomach, already seeing how much Smolder was blushing. “Heehee, Smolder having fun already?”

“I-I dohohohon’t! Ahahaha! Idon’tknohohohohow! It! It juhuhuhust! GAHAHAHA it tihihickles sohoho muhuhuhuch!” She wasn’t sure if this was fun just yet. With two sources of tickling, Smolder could hardly concentrate on answering anything.

“Well, you’re certainly ticklish, I’ll give you that,” Sandbar teased as his fingers walked across her ribcage up to her armpits.

“KYAAAAHAHAHA!”

“Ooh, very ticklish!”

As Sandbar went up, Yona went down, the feathers left her belly and traced across her hips, letting the long vanes saw across.

Only Yona could see the struggle in Smolder’s face as she tried not to blush. Each little stroke of the feathers got gradually lower, forcing another silly grin and some tugging against the ropes. Though obviously Sandbar’s fingers sliding back and forth in her taut armpits was getting the much bigger reaction.

Sandbar grinned to himself as his fingers danced in Smolder’s armpits. Smolder’s body kept twisting and thrashing to try and escape, which made it all the more satisfying for the stallion to just dig deeper in to try and drive home the helpless position she was in.

“GYAAAAHAHAHA! GET! GETAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!” Smolder’s arms yanked at the ropes suspending her. In an effort to try and get Sandbar to knock it off, her tail started to swing. She could clearly feel it hitting him, possibly in his side, but it only made him tickle her harder in retaliation, driving her into heavier laughter.

Every time Smolder looked down, Yona looked up with the same mischievous grin as the feathers got lower. They were now stroking her inner thighs, the way the soft vanes touched such a delicate area definitely put a blush on Smolder’s face.

Sandbar was caught off-guard by the first tail swing, and he couldn’t get into a position to avoid the swings and tickle her at the same time, so he decided it was best to just take the brunt of it, no matter what. Though Smolder’s tail wagging did give him some inspiration…

Smolder felt Sandbar’s hands finally leave her armpits, which gave her a moment of relief, however brief it would be. She looked down at Yona teasing her inner thighs, letting out girly giggles. “Aaahaa…heeheeheeheeheehee!”

Her giggly respite didn’t last for long, as Sandbar attacked his next target. “EEEEHEEHEEE!”

Sandbar had grabbed onto Smolder’s butt, giving her cheeks a few playful squeezes. “Oooh, ticklish dragon tushie!”

If Smolder’s face wasn’t hot before, it was on fire now. She could feel Sandbar’s firm hands palming her butt and tickling with each squeeze. “AHAAHAHA! WHAT THE FAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!”

Putting his tickling focus on Smolder’s butt had the obvious consequence that her tail would be swinging with wild abandon, but it was a risk that Sandbar was more than willing to take. If only he could see Smolder’s cheeks on the other side.

“Sandbar find good spot?” Yona asked.

“I think it’s worth exploring,” Sandbar said with a few more cheeky squeezes.

Smolder sputtered out with flustered squeaks. Her back arching every time Sandbar’s fingers squished her cheeks.

Although leaning away from Sandbar just meant she would be leaning towards Yona, who took great pleasure in running the feathers across the grooves of her underbelly.

Smolder tried to fight back against both tickly sensations by sucking in her belly and holding it in, but it didn’t take much for the laughter to spill out and have her take the brunt of tickling from both sides. “Nahahahahaha! Nahahahahat my buhuhuhutt!”

Sandbar had taken a fair amount of tail whips to his side and back, and a few to his face. Though none of that was enough to deter him. If anything, it was a great indicator of how ticklish Smolder was, and possibly how much she was secretly enjoying the experience.

Not all of Smolder’s tail movements were voluntary. Sure, a few times she was trying to get a good swing at him, but most of her flailing was out of pure reflex.

“Sandbar want to get tools next?” Yona suggested.

“Oh, good idea, Yona! I haven’t even gotten to her feet yet…”

Smolder gulped as Sandbar crawled under her and Yona’s legs to pick and choose. Her toes curled up, knowing they’d soon be targeted next.

Though for now, she was just left with Yona, who didn’t want to give the dragon that much of a break from the tickling.

Without Sandbar’s relentless stream of tickles, Yona could experiment with what sort of things would make Smolder squeal the loudest. With Silverstream’s soft feathers in hand, she did some exploration, having them stroke all over her body. Going to her stomach, her chest, her hips, her sides, her thighs, her neck, her armpits. Practically everywhere save for her feet, she knew that Sandbar wanted to do something special for that.

Smolder thought that just because Yona was using feathers, she could tough it out. But Yona was quick to test her. Though the intensity wasn’t enough to force out huge screams of laughter, it was impossible to keep herself from giggling. The soft touch of the feather strokes against her hard scales gave her tingles on both her body and her mind. “Ah! Ahahaha! Heeheeheeheeheehee!”

Yona let out a soft “Ooh” at all the different reactions Smolder was giving her. The snickering as the feathers got to her neck, the squeaks of laughter when they brushed her armpits, but her favorite was running the feathers against the grooves of her underbelly. That made Smolder burst into a high-pitched giggle fit. “Smolder have very cute laugh when Yona tickle here!”

Even though Yona didn’t speed up the feathers, Smolder’s laughter made a significant jump in volume. “NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!”

Sandbar had made his choice of tools, but Smolder’s sudden outburst made him want to hold back and watch. He’d never seen the dragon blush that hard before.

“It true!” Yona nodded proudly. “Smolder laugh cute! Smolder make cute giggles when belly tickled!”

Smolder’s eyes widened, rapidly shaking her head in denial. “NO NO NOHOHOHO! IT’S NAHAHAHAHAHAT! IT’S NAHAHAT CUHUHUHUTE!”

With a new plan already hatching in his mind, Sandbar crawled back under to get to Smolder’s backside, but remained prone. “Alright, time to get to these adorable dragon feet…”

“SAHAHAHAHAHANDBAHAHAR SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!”

Sandbar grabbed onto one of Smolder’s toes, spreading it apart from the rest, though for the moment, that’s all he seemed to do.

Smolder put her head down, trying to figure out why Sandbar was only holding onto her toe, but Yona and the feathers stroking her belly and hips were obstructing her view. “Whahahat’s going on-AAAAAAAHAAAA?!”

Sandbar finally revealed his chosen tool: a fine-tooth comb with dozens of teeth that ran between Smolder’s toes.

Smolder exploded with screaming laughter, immediately trying to wrestle her toe out of Sandbar’s grip. “GYAHAHAHAHAHA! SHIHIHIHIIIIIT! WHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUHUCK IS THAHAHAT?!”

“Smolder not know?” Yona giggled. “But Smolder picked it out herself!”

Smolder tried to remember everything she hastily grabbed, trying to figure out what could possibly cause all these insane tickly sensations, but another slow drag of the prickly teeth between her toes yanked Smolder’s attention away.

Sandbar was enamored by how just these few strokes were making Smolder shriek so loud. The clear and up-close view of her soles was also a plus. “Aw c’mon, Smolder, it can’t tickle that much, can it? Or are your cute feet that sensitive?”

Smolder tried her best to be furious at Sandbar, but the constant swipes between her toes and the soft stroking on her belly kept forcing laughter out of her mouth. Her mind felt fuzzy and light from all the constant laughter, and she started to feel tingly sensations in places she wasn’t currently being tickled.

And the verbal teasing from both of them certainly didn’t help.

Sandbar let go of Smolder’s foot, letting her toes wiggle and curl as much as they could. Though even without the restriction, he could easily use the comb wherever he liked. Across her soles, over her heel…going underneath and between her toes was so easy, he was using his other hand to tickle the other foot. “You know, it’s really cute the way your toes wiggle!”

Yona used the quill-end of the feathers to poke and scritch at Smolder’s belly, turning her lined belly into an impromptu notebook page. She wrote her name on each of the lines, drew some shapes, and used the soft vanes as an “eraser” whenever the dragon’s jerky movements caused a mistake in her writing. Though her jumpy upperbody wasn’t Yona’s focus.

Even propped up in between the doorframe, Yona still had a height advantage over Smolder, and she had a very clear view of Smolder’s face and how hard she was blushing. “Smolder look adorable when her face all red!”

Every time Yona or Sandbar used the word “cute” or “adorable”, Smolder felt a specific little tingle that shot down her spine. It made her body shudder, her heart race, and her face burn hotter. She hated how good it made her feel.

Feeling that she got enough use out of the feathers, Yona put them off to the side to grab something else from the pile. “Ooh! These look good for tickling cute dragon!” She held up two makeup brushes, both with a large, fluffy, round collection of soft bristles. She showed them off to Smolder, then held them down to show Sandbar.

“Oh, very good choice, Yona!” Sandbar nodded in approval, pulling back the comb to let Smolder breathe for a bit. “Those’ll get her to make those cute squeaks for sure!”

Smolder gasped for breath, immediately going into denial mode the second she could talk. “W-What cute squeaks? I-I don’t make any cute squeeeeeeheeheeheeee!”

With an impish giggle, Yona started dusting Smolder’s armpits with the brushes. “Yep! Very cute squeaks!”

Smolder tugged at the ropes around her wrists, desperate to try and yank her arms downward. With just the makeup brushes to focus on for the moment, she tried to seal her lips and deny the couple the pleasure of hearing those cute squeaks she was supposedly making.

Yona raised her eyebrow and flashed a grin, taking Smolder’s resistance as a challenge. She swirled the brushes in the dragon’s armpits, circling the hollows of her taut underarms.

Even though she tried to keep in the laughter, the constant brushing against her armpits was more than enough for her to crack a smile as she strained to keep her laughter down. “Nnngh…! Hnnngh!”

Yona just kept the brushes going at the same pace, the soft bristles still stroking and teasing Smolder’s armpits, just waiting for the moment when she’d inevitably crack again.

“Hrrrrgh!” Smolder balled up her fists. The makeup brushes were infuriatingly soft. It drove her crazy how those soft fluffy bristles were making her feel so ticklish, how they made her feel all tingly and giddy all over, how they made her want to giggle and squeal in delight…

Sandbar crawled forward, just enough to get a better view of what Yona was doing from the floor. From the low angle, he could finally see how red Smolder’s face had gotten. And being underneath his naked yak girlfriend gave him plenty else to stare at. “Hey Yona,” he called from below. “I don’t think you’re using those right.”

Yona tilted her head downward. “What Sandbar mean?”

“Well those makeup brushes are meant to be used on her face,” Sandbar smirked. “I’ve seen Professor Rarity use those to put blush on her cheeks.”

“Oh! Well, isn’t Yona using brushes to put blush on Smolder’s cheeks like this?”

“OHOHOHO SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUHUP!” Whether the joke was planned or not, it was enough to make Smolder crack out of pure shock.

Sandbar chuckled as he slid back to Smolder’s back. “You wanna have a turn at her feet, Yona?”

“Oooh! Yes!”

Yona crouched low as Sandbar stood up, with the yak trying to get into the ideal position to use the makeup brushes on Smolder’s soles.

A rising sense of unease bubbled up in Smolder’s chest as she instinctively curled her toes. “Waitwaitwa-aaaaheeheeeheeheeheeeee!” The moment the soft bristles touched her feet, the giggling poured out.

With Yona at Smolder’s feet, Sandbar had the rest of Smolder’s body to play with…

As Smolder was focused on looking down, trying to see what Yona was doing with her feet, she saw Sandbar’s hands reaching forward past her body, only to see his fingers claw and latch onto her belly. “GAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Hehehe, I got your ticklish tummy!” Sandbar teased, getting a bit closer behind her to avoid more wild flailing from Smolder’s tail.

While Sandbar was digging into Smolder’s stomach, Yona toyed with her toes, using the soft makeup brushes to press and stroke underneath her wiggling toes. “Tickle tickle, Smolder!”

Smolder was hit with conflicting tickling sensations once again, though the intensities swapped places. Now her feet were given the softer treatment, and her upperbody the intense tickles. The makeup bristles made her feet twitch and squirm, while Sandbar’s digging fingers made her thrash and writhe. Obviously the harder tickles were making Smolder throw her head back with laughter, but the little teases on her feet were impossible to ignore.

Yona swept the brushes up and down Smolder’s soles, watching her feet flinch with every stroke. “Smolder’s feet so sensitive, so cute!”

“Yeah,” Sandbar nodded, giving Smolder’s sides a squeeze. “I don’t think it’s a coincidence that all these cute parts of her are also so ticklish.”

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAAP!” Smolder cried out, desperately shaking her head. “STAHAHAHAP SAYING I’M CUHUHUHUHUHUTE!”

“Why?” Sandbar immediately replied. “You’re cute, you’ve got a cute laugh, you’ve got a cute belly, and cute feet. Why should we stop calling you cute?”

“BECAHAHAHAHAHAUSE! IT! IT! EEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Yona spun the makeup brush underneath Smolder’s wiggling toes. “Becaaaauuuuuse?”

“B-BECAUSE IT FEELS TOO GOOD!” A confusing confession, but Smolder had a lot of confusing emotions going on.

Sandbar actually stopped tickling to let out a laugh of disbelief. “So…you want us to stop because you’re having too much fun being tickled?”

“...That’s…not what I said…” Smolder grumbled.

“Then what dragon want?” Yona asked. She had a pretty good idea, but she wanted Smolder to say it herself.

With her face the reddest it’s ever been, Smolder clenched her fists and her teeth. “I…want you to…” she started out with a mumble, but the rest trailed off into a whisper.

“What was that?” Sandbar goaded on with a poke to her side.

“I…I want you to tickle…”

“Stiiiiill not hearing you!”

“...I want you to tickle me and call me cute!” Smolder finally spat out.

Sandbar and Yona exchanged a glance and a nod.

“Of course!” Yona grinned. “Cute dragon gonna get lots of tickles!”

Both of them got low, taking one foot each.

Smolder looked down, wiggling her toes in excitement now rather than apprehension.

While Yona kept wielding the makeup brush, Sandbar got a new tool: a hairbrush, with plenty of tickly bristles on its big rectangular head. “Oh, I’m gonna make your sole blush as much as your cute cheeks!”

Both of them simultaneously got to work. Sandbar grabbed onto Smolder’s ankle for better leverage and to minimize flailing as he started scrubbing away at her sole. Yona continued to lightly dust the makeup brush against Smolder’s wiggling toes.

And just like Smolder asked, they piled on the teasing and compliments.

“Such cute feet!”

“With very cute laughter!”

“Look at those adorable wiggling toes!”

“And cute wagging tail!”

“EEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!” Smolder was completely overwhelmed. She had never felt this flustered, or this embarrassed, or this elated.

Yona swept her brush across Smolder’s sole. With Sandbar aggressively scrubbing the other foot, both of Smolder’s feet wiggled around wildly out of reflex. “Oooh, Smolder making really cute giggles now!”

“Yeah,” Sandbar chuckled. “It’s almost like these lovely feet are just begging to be tickled! A-tickle tickle tickle!”

“EEHEEHEEHEEHEEP! AHAHAHAHEEHEEHEE IT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUCH!” Smolder cried out, her laughter hitting an even higher pitch. Each word they spoke gave her tickly tingles all over. Her tail couldn’t stop wagging. She loved the gentle strokes from Yona just as much as the harsh scrubbing from Sandbar.

“I bet it does!” Sandbar called out. “And you just looove making all those cute squeals!”

“Tickle tickle the cute dragon!” Yona taunted, watching how flustered Smolder looked.

“AH! HEHEHEHEHE! AHAHAHA IT’S! IT’S SOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA I’M GONNAHAHAHAHAAA! I CAHAHAHAN’T!”

Though Smolder didn’t technically say the safe word yet, the couple agreed that it was probably for the best to end the session there.

As she got untied, Smolder’s face felt as hot as her own fire breath. All the little teases from Yona and Sandbar still echoed in her head. “Ah…hah…that…that was…”

“So? Smolder have fun?”

“I…gotta admit…that was…pretty…nice…” Smolder nervously chuckled. “I didn’t think that tickling would make me feel so…so…”

“Cuuuuute?” Sandbar waggled his eyebrows.

“...Y-Yeah…” she reluctantly nodded. “So listen…if you think of other ways to tickle me to make me feel that…good, will you try them next time?”

“Of course!” Sandbar said, barely holding back his snickering. “Anything to hear those adorable giggles of yours!”