Mares Circuit Giggle Brawl
One by one, spotlights turned on, lighting up the boxing ring and the hyped-up crowd that surrounded it. There is an immediate explosion of yelling, cheering, and attempts to start a synchronized chant. The air is electric with energy, and the main event hadn’t even started yet.
From the loudspeakers, an equally excited voice came booming through.
“FILLIES AND GENTLECOLTS AND EVERYONE IN-BETWEEN, ARE YOU READY TO SEE A SHOW TONIGHT?!”
The crowd’s roaring and screaming got even louder upon hearing the announcer speak. Their combined voices and stomping were enough to make the ground start to quake.
Cutting through the noise, another voice came through the speakers. “WELL, WE’VE GOT ONE HELL OF A LINEUP FOR ALL OF YOU! DO YOU WANNA SEE A SHOW?”
Another explosion of cheering, applause, and screaming from the packed arena.
“COME ON, THAT WAS PATHETIC! DO YOU WANNA SEE A SHOW?!”
The volume of the arena increased by a few decibels. Most of the audience was screaming at the top of their lungs until their throats got sore.
“Well, have we got a show for you!” the first announcer said. “I’m Pinkie Pie!”
“And I’m Rainbow Dash!” the other announcer chimed in.
“And we’re so glad you’ve decided to tune in and join us for the Mares Circuit Giggle Brawl!”
More chants and screams came from the crowd as the area surrounding the boxing ring lit up with sparkling pyrotechnics. The screens above the stage displayed the logo, as well as several tickling tools crossed like swords.
“We’ve got an amazing lineup for you tonight, and I can tell that the audience here is just as excited to get started as our first two combatants!” Pinkie grinned.
“And I’m pretty if we waited even longer, we’d get a riot before the first bell even rings,” Rainbow Dash chuckled.
“But it’d be a new record for getting all three emergency services called on us-” Pinkie interjected.
“-Soooo without further ado, let’s get this show on the road!”
Rainbow Dash cleared her throat, waiting for the lights in the arena to dim before speaking into the microphone.
“Our first match of the evening is a rivalry that goes back as far as our friendship has!” Dash started. “And they’re here to keep duking it out tonight!”
“That’s right, Dashie! There’s more than just the title on the line for them, these two mares have a score to settle!” Pinkie pounded her fists together and gnashed her teeth.
A single spotlight turned on, shining in the center of the ring.
“Our first contestant had her humble start in Ponyville. Even if you don’t know her name, you’re definitely familiar with her work. She spends most of her days on the farm putting her legs to work! She may be stubborn, and prideful, and old-fashioned, and overprotective, and short-sighted, and way too clingy for that hat, and-GAH!”
A swift elbow to the ribs from Pinkie interrupted Dash’s prelude. “Fine, jeez. But if you look up the word for strong in the dictionary, chances are a picture of her is gonna be there. Introducing…APPLEJACK!”
A set of spotlights turned on, all of them turning to one side of the arena, revealing the earth pony emerging from the darkness, waving her hands to the thunderous applause of the crowd. She made her way to the ring, taking time to sign autographs and high-five and tip her hat at the fans that paid enough money to get closer.
Pinkie took hold of her microphone. “And not to be outdone, her opponent also hails from Ponyville, but she has dreams of living like a star! That’s why she’s got her shops out in Ponyville, Canterlot, and Manehattan, with plenty more stores being planned as we speak. Though she’s usually super-duper fussy and a tooootal neat freak, she’s willing to throw down and get down and dirty for us tonight! Let’s give it up for RARITY!”
Another set of spotlights turned to the other side of the arena, and with a flourish of lights, Rarity was striking a pose. She treated the stroll to the ring like a catwalk, turning and posing every few steps, kissing the hands and sometimes cheeks of a few lucky audience members while taking the opportunity to flourish with the outfit she was wearing.
The two met in the center of the ring, staring at each other with hands on their hips.
“You know, Pinkie. I know these two have been arguing for years, but I have no idea what they’re fighting over this time.”
“Well, let’s go find out! I’m sure they wanna tell us all themselves!”
A single microphone descended into the ring. The cheering crowd fell into a hushed murmur as Applejack grabbed the mic first.
“Well, well, didn’t think you’d have it in ya to show up, Rares,” Applejack chuckled. “Thought you’d be too scared to break a sweat!”
With her pout upturned to a smirk, Rarity grabbed onto the mic next. “Oh Applejack, you assume I’ll even have to break a sweat tonight!”
The crowd erupted with a resounding “OHHHHHHHHH” as Rarity started winning them over.
Applejack snagged the microphone back. “You’re right, you’re right. Knowing you, you’ll probably surrender before a minute’s up anyhow.”
With that comeback, the crowd started shifting towards Applejack’s side.
In a huff, Rarity stomped closer to Applejack. “If you think you’re going to prove yourself better than me in the ring, you’re in for a rude awakening when I style on you!”
“Don’t need style when I’ve got all the substance,” Applejack chuckled, lifting her arms up to flex her biceps.
Multiple flashes went off in the audience as the crowd took flash photos of Applejack flexing in her outfit. The crop top and shorts were rather simplistic, but very effective in showing off her toned body. “All that poofiness you’ve got on’s only hiding the fact that you got nothin’ on this bod!”
“Oh, that’s only because you lack any sort of fashion sense or common sense!” Rarity scoffed, twirling around with a flourish as the cameras started snapping her and her long, flowing, sparkling dress. “You don’t need brute strength, you just need to know how to work with what you’ve got!”
Applejack let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Pssh, well what I’ve got on right now is leagues better than any of your prissy and impractical lil’ dresses.”
“Is not!”
“Is too!”
“Welp, looks like they’re getting into an argument about fashion again,” Dash noted, propping her head up with her hand.
“But here in Giggle Brawl, the only clothes you’re allowed to wear are your birthday suits!”
“Right you are, Pinkie. And here’s our referee to come take those clothes away from our two combatants.”
Fluttershy flew onto the ring, getting in between the two mares, waiting to take their clothes.
Applejack was quick to strip down, taking off her top, shorts, shoes, socks, and underwear, piling them up, and shoving them in Fluttershy’s arms while daintily putting her hat on top.
Meanwhile, Rarity was far more begrudging to disrobe, and far more meticulous. She took much longer to take her dress off and fold it properly so that it didn’t wrinkle. She did the same for her lace bra and panties, and placed her shoes with Fluttershy once she had dealt with Applejack’s clothes.
“Now our mares are bare for the whole world to see!” Pinkie said.
“You can really see the difference in physique between our two fighters!” Dash nodded.
“Applejack’s got the bulk, but Rarity’s got the curves!”
Despite being naked in front of an audience that exponentially increased their flash photography rate, neither of the mares seemed the least bit embarrassed. Rather, they seemed to embrace the extra attention. Applejack was flexing her arms and performing powerful kicks, while Rarity was walking around the ring, waving and blowing kisses.
“They’re doing their best to win the crowd over! I can’t tell who the audience loves more!” Pinkie said, leaning her face against the window on the commentator’s booth.
“I think they’re just excited to see some naked mares on stage right now,” Dash chuckled.
“Well, they should be more excited that the match is about to begin!”
Applejack and Rarity returned to the center of the ring, facing off with Fluttershy in-between them.
“Alright girls, you know the rules…” Fluttershy said, looking back and forth between the other two mares.
“It’s not too late to give up, Applejack,” Rarity taunted.
“Ya know, you really outdid yourself on your makeup this time, Rarity. Shame it’s gonna be all runny when you’re crying for mercy in about a minute,” Applejack sneered.
As Fluttershy tried to keep the two apart for now, Pinkie spoke through the speakers. “Now, if you’re a first-time viewer, you may be wondering to yourself: ‘There’s no way that Rarity is even remotely on the same level of physical strength as Applejack!’ And you’d be right!”
“But we here at Giggle Brawl believe in equality,” Dash said as she fiddled with some buttons and switches on a control panel. “And so to even the playing field, we have our Happy Handicaps ready!”
From the ceiling, two machines lowered down into the ring, large pink metallic boxes with panels and compartments all over. Some of the compartments opened up to show off long, flexible tendrils with different tools at the ends of each of them.
“Now, these Happy Handicap machines were graciously designed and made by the sponsors of Giggle Brawl themselves,” Dash explained. “They wanted to make sure that any sort of fight was possible, regardless of physical strength. Since then, a whole new world of possibilities has opened up to us! What would we do without those suspiciously wealthy stallions?”
“Live sadder and unfulfilled lives,” Pinkie solemnly nodded.
“Right you are, Pinkie, but it looks like the round’s about to begin! Let’s see if Applejack can handle the handicaps!”
Fluttershy stepped back, letting Applejack and Rarity get into position. The handicap machines also got ready, with several of the tendrils pointed at Applejack, though a couple were pointed Rarity’s way as well.
“Alright, if you two are ready, then…GO!”
At Fluttershy’s words, Applejack and Rarity raced for each other, and held onto the other’s arms, immediately trying to grapple the other into an unfavorable position first.
At first, Applejack was holding the clear advantage, pushing back against Rarity to try and get her down to the mat, but no sooner did she start pushing that the handicap machines started doing their work.
“Heh…Hehehe…Hehehehahahaha!” Applejack’s pressure immediately started to falter as a couple of the tendrils brought soft brushes to her sides. Her body tensed up, fighting the urge to bat them away and try to focus on taking Rarity down.
Despite the handicap on Applejack, Rarity still didn’t have it quite as easy. It still took everything she had to keep herself from keeling over, even if she could feel the earth pony’s arms starting to tremble against hers.
“Oooh, looks like our Happy Handicaps are helping Rarity out!” Rainbow Dash announced.
“Though will it be enough?” Pinkie questioned as she pounded the table. “Surely only two measly brushes won’t be enough to incapacitate Applejack!”
Almost like Pinkie was directing the machines themselves, two more handicaps for Applejack came in. These tendrils were equipped with a row of miniature claws on the sides, resembling the legs of an insect. The claws latched themselves onto her body, one on her abs, and one on her ribs, just below her armpit.
“Gah! HehAAAAhahaha!” Applejack’s arms shifted, immediately closing up to try and prevent the tendril from getting any further into her armpit, though doing so caused her to pull her arms back just a bit.
That little ticklish outburst was enough for the momentum to start shifting over to Rarity’s side. She used all the strength she could muster up to start pushing Applejack backward, hopefully into a more favorable position.
Dash leaned back in her chair. “Well, looks like Rarity’s finally starting to gain some ground!”
“That’s why we have the Happy Handicaps!” Pinkie grinned as she clenched her fists. “Makes for an even playing field, and a much more entertaining show! Because who wouldn’t wanna see a strong mare like Applejack break down into helpless giggles!”
The crowd was in an uproar as the arena was lit up with spotlights and camera flashes. Hundreds upon hundreds of ponies were capturing each moment as they passed. The deadlock between the two mares as they grappled, the faint beads of sweat that dropped down Rarity’s breasts, the brushes and claws working over Applejack’s buff body, the silly grin on Applejack’s face as she tried to resist the tickling…
Applejack was starting to lose more and more leverage, and yet the handicap’s still kept piling onto her. Another tendril added a big, fluffy feather that ran across her stomach, getting into the grooves of her abs. A relatively small tickling sensation compared to the rest that were already on her, but it was enough to make her knees start to buckle and squeal. “GAH-HAAAHAHA! NOHOHO!”
A small grin flashed on Rarity’s face as she pressed onward with her advance. She shifted her grip to latch onto Applejack’s wrist, lifting both hers and Applejack’s wrist high into the air.
Applejack was briefly confused by Rarity’s actions, but she came to a quick understanding as the little bug tendril started crawling into the now exposed armpit. “H-HEHEHEHEY! GET OHOHOUT!”
“Heheheh…gotcha!” Rarity chuckled, feeling more and more confident that the fight would lead to a swift end in her favor.
“Would ya look at those handicap machines go,” Rainbow Dash marveled. “Truly a wonder of modern technology!”
“You know, Fluttershy tests the handicap machines every day to make sure they’re in perfect condition,” Pinkie said.
Rainbow Dash blinked in confusion. “Wait, herself? I thought we were supposed to get interns for that!”
“We were,” Pinkie nodded. “But Fluttershy insisted that doing it herself would save us all money in the long run!”
Rainbow Dash was bewildered. “We weren’t gonna pay them anyway! What do you mean ‘save money’?”
Pinkie shrugged. “Dunno, but I haven’t heard a complaint from her ever since she started doing all the testing.”
“Don’t you think that gets exhausting?”
“Well if you love what you do, sometimes you don’t even consider it to be work!”
“Right you are, Pinkie.”
Applejack grit her teeth, trying to prevent any more laughter from spilling out. All the little distracting tickles to her midsection made it difficult to concentrate. She was fighting Rarity to pull her arm down, and to prevent herself from falling backwards, and she wasn’t making headway on either of them.
Still, even with the tickling, Applejack’s strength was overwhelming. Rarity had to put her all into keeping Applejack in position. “G-Give up yet?”
If it weren’t for the brushes at her sides, Applejack would be laughing at the sheer audacity. “Ehehehehe! I-If you thihihihink a little tihihihickle is gonna stahahahap meheeheehee…!”
“Hnnngh!” Rarity’s feet scrambled against the ring’s mat. She could feel Applejack fighting back with renewed strength through her deep chuckling.
“Seems to me that we’ve got another deadlock on our hands!” Pinkie announced. “Applejack is strong, but is she tough enough to power through all the tickles?”
Whatever crowd members weren’t standing up were on the edge of their seats, watching the two grappling each other in the center of the ring. Even with all the tickling making Applejack blush and squeak, neither mare seemed to be getting a meaningful advantage. Any sort of push one of them made was quickly met with a push in the other direction.
Dash started pressing a few buttons. “Maybe a little help from our Happy Handicaps will shake things up.”
So far, only one handicap machine was in use to hinder Applejack in this bout. The other had been idle since the start of the match. But with Rainbow’s intervention, that machine behind Rarity finally got put to use. Two tendrils popped out from the panels, each with a set of large and fluffy feathers attached to the ends to approach Rarity’s naked body.
Applejack’s brow furrowed in frustration that this was the only handicap Rarity was getting, until she saw where the feathers were going.
“EEEEP! A-AAAAH!” Rarity’s body tensed up as a moan left her lips. The tendrils snuck up from behind, their feathered tips slowly stroked against Rarity’s breasts. The soft strokes quickly made her face turn red.
“Looks like Rarity’s getting veeeery titillated by the feathers!” Pinkie giggled, delighting in the scene of Rarity gasping and squirming.
“Yep, wouldn’t be fair if Applejack was getting all the tickles,” Dash said with a smug smirk.
Though Applejack did take immense satisfaction in seeing Rarity get immediately flustered by only two feathers, the handicap machine made sure to keep her busy. The two new tendrils on her end also had feathers, but they went for her inner thighs instead.
“...Though I think Applejack deserves a couple, too,” Dash snickered.
Both mares now had to fight against each other, and the tickling. Rarity only had to deal with two feathers, but with how they slowly grazed against her sensitive breasts, her concentration and her pushing kept faltering.
Applejack wasn’t faring much better. With tickling brushes on her sides, claws crawling in her armpits, and feathers stroking her thighs, she was howling with laughter and buckling at the knees.
Thanks to the handicaps on both combatants, the back and forth pushes became more extreme, and the crowd got more and more excited. Applejack tried to push Rarity towards the ropes, but the brushes scrubbing her abs quickly left her squealing. Rarity tried to force Applejack to the floor, but a feather sliding into her cleavage put a quick stop to her plans.
“Wow, Applejack’s REALLY not taking those feathers well,” Pinkie noted. “You’d think that with all those toned abs and stuff that a few feathers would be nothing to her!”
Rainbow Dash leaned backwards in her seat, propping her feet up onto the booth’s table. “Well, Pinkie, sometimes it’s more about how you use the tools you’re given. Sure Applejack’s strong, but she’s got plenty of weaknesses.”
“Kinda like how your weakness is your super-duper ticklish feet?”
“...Yes, Pinkie.”
“HEHEHAHAHA! Y-You’re redder than Bihihihig Mahahahahac!” Applejack grinned, getting her hands on Rarity’s shoulders as claws dug into her ribcage.
“T-This-AAAH! This is n-nothiiiiiing!” Rarity grunted, lying through her teeth. She was about to strike at Applejack’s exposed armpits to counter, but a feather brushed against her nipple and made her tremble and moan.
“Though Rarity’s doing pretty well, all things considered.” Pinkie crossed her arms, nodding pensively. “Those feathers are really honing in on her sensitive spots!”
“We could always make the tickling more intense for her, but it’s more fun seeing her concentration break this way.”
Every stroke of the feathers on Applejack’s inner thighs got dangerously close to her pussy lips. Her breathing got shaky every time she felt those soft plumes making their way up. She let out a loud mix of roaring and laughter, fueled by adrenaline as she started pushing harder, forcing Rarity backwards.
Rarity let out a surprised squeak as she tried to stop Applejack’s advance, but the earth pony seemed to power through all the tickling. Rarity was desperately trying to go back to even ground, but the constant feathering at her breasts made her cede more and more ground until she found she had nowhere else to back up to.
The crowd let out a collective gasp as Rarity was put on the ropes.
Pinkie jumped out of her chair. “Uh-oh! Looks like Rarity’s in trouble! Can Applejack end the fight right here, right now?”
Applejack let out a cocky laugh, grinning as she leaned closer to Rarity, putting her all into her push, putting herself on her toes. “Hehehehe! Y-You were ahahaaacting all tough earlier! C-Cahahan’t tahahahake a lil’ tihihihickling?”
Rarity clenched her teeth, putting herself on her toes as well to try and counteract Applejack’s advance. “A-Absolutely nohohot! I-I can take a lohohohot more tickling than-EEEP t-this!”
“...Well, she asked for it,” Rainbow said. Her eyes trailed over to the handicap control panel and started pressing more buttons.
The struggle between Applejack and Rarity came to a pause as they heard the handicap machines start whirring.
“W-WAAAHAHAHAAHAHAAA?!” Before Applejack could react, she felt a roller press against her exposed soles and start spinning. She immediately tried to backpedal and press her feet to the mat to protect herself, but it was too late.
Before Rarity had the chance to capitalize on Applejack’s helplessness, her own feet were assaulted by some brushes, albeit a lot kinder than the one’s on Applejack’s. Though what it lacked in intensity, it more than made up for with quantity. Six different tendrils were equipped with soft paintbrush bristles that stroked against Rarity’s feet and calves. “EEEE! NOHOHOHO! S-STOHOHOHOP!”
Applejack forced herself back onto her toes, but the constant buzzing against her arches made it so tempted to put her feet back down. She kicked her feet around, but the machines were fast, the rollers almost seemed attached to her feet at this point. “GAAHAHAHAHAHA! G-GET OHOHOHOHOFF!”
Rarity was able to put her feet against the floor, but that didn’t stop the brushes. The soft bristles still danced all over her feet and legs, brushing against the tops of her feet and ankles, behind her knees, even up the sides of her legs all the way to her flank and cutie mark. “AAAAIIIEEHEEHEE! NAHAHAT MY FEET!” With her arms still on Applejack, she started lifting up her legs and danced in place to avoid the tickling, but that only gave the brushes ample opportunity to stroke her soles.
“And it looks like both our combatants are now struggling against the handicaps instead of each other!” Dash said into the mic.
“How will the battle turn out after this?” Pinkie chimed in. “It may be a lot of tickling to handle, but if they manage to push past it, their opponent will be a lot more vulnerable!”
Rarity took Pinkie’s commentary as a sign to make her move. As Applejack took a moment to look down at her own feet, she started pushing with all her might, trying to force Applejack backwards.
“GAH! NO! NOHOHOHOHO! AHAHAHACK! YAHAHAHAHAH!” Applejack’s pupils shrank as she got pushed. Every step back got another heavy burst of laughter out of her as her feet pressed against the spinning rollers.
“What’s this? It looks like Rarity’s overpowering Applejack! How far can she go!?” Pinkie screamed, causing the crowd to go into an uproar, cheering for Rarity to finish the match or for Applejack to regain the advantage.
“HEHEHAHAHAHA! Q-QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT! AHAHA! EHEHEHEE!” Applejack was sweating bullets. The harsh tickling to her feet and armpits mixed with the softer tickling to her abs and thighs was maddening. Even with her feet raised up, the rollers still pressed into her arches. She barely had the strength to keep Rarity at bay. She tried to think of a strategy to turn things in her favor, but those feathers grazing against her inner thighs, tantalizingly close to a more sensitive area, her mind was a complete haze.
Despite the momentum shifting in her favor, Rarity was still struggling. Applejack was red in the face from laughter, tears flowing down her face as her body dripped with sweat. All those tickling tools from the handicap machine made the earth pony a giggly mess, and yet it still took all Rarity had to make her budge backwards inch by inch.
But Rarity felt confident in her victory. She just needed the perfect moment to strike. “H-Hahahahad enough yehehehet?”
“N-NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!” Applejack broke free of Rarity’s grip, and wrapped her arms around the unicorn to pull her close.
“WAHAHAAAA!?” Rarity was stunned by Applejack’s sudden decision to get close, but the earth pony was using her strength to good effect, preventing Rarity from wriggling out. And with her arms around Rarity, Applejack’s hands were in the perfect position to start tickling her ribs and armpits.
Pinkie’s voice blared over the speakers. “It looks like Applejack’s doing the tickling herself now! How will Rarity respond?”
With little movement granted to her thanks to Applejack’s hug, Rarity had little options, but being so close meant that Rarity could just as easily reach Applejack’s body and run her manicured nails against her abs.
“Hnnnngh! BAHAHAHAHA! Y-YOU LITTLE-!” Applejack kept her firm hold on Rarity, but with all the tickling she had to endure, she was slowly slipping away.
“This could go either way, folks!” Dash said, pounding on the desk. “What an intense match!”
With feathers, claws, brushes, rollers, and now fingers tickling their most sensitive areas, Applejack and Rarity’s hysterical laughter far eclipsed the screaming and roaring of the packed arena.
Rarity leaned in closer as a feather went in between her toes. “I-IS IT TOOHOOHOO MUHUHUCH YET?!”
Applejack got closer in response as a brush stroked her flank. “AHAHAH’M FIIIIINE! Y-YOU LOOK PRETTY HOHOHOT AND BOTHERED!”
“I-IT’LL TAHAHAHAKE MORE THAN THAHAHAT TO FLUHUHUSTER MEHEEHEE!”
“A-AND I CAHAHAN TAKE ANYTHING YOHOHOU DISH OUT!”
Both mares were butting heads, trying to think of the best way to cinch the match.
“OH YEAH!?”
At the same time, their lips moved forward, closing the small gap between them as their grapple turned into an embrace. Giggling and laughing happily in each other’s mouths as they fell down to the mat together.
“WOAH! An X-O K.O.!” Pinkie jumped from her seat, screaming at the top of her lungs as the crowd’s cheering reached a crescendo. “WHAT A FINISH!”
Rainbow Dash joined in, matching Pinkie’s volume and excitement. “ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! WE HAVEN’T SEEN A MATCH END LIKE THIS IN YEARS!”
Even with the bells ringing, the crowd cheering, and the handicap machines retracting, Applejack and Rarity still lay there, still lip-locked in their tender embrace.
Eventually, the excitement started to die down and Pinkie and Rainbow sat back in their seats. “What an incredible match! Don’t go too crazy yet, because the next match will soon be underway!”
“Wait, Pinkie, who won?”
“We all did, Dashie,” Pinkie said, wiping a tear from her eye. “We all did.”
