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The first thing Minuette woke up to was a force yanking her head back a little bit, something unraveling from around her head. Presumably, a blindfold. Adjusting her blue eyes to the light, what started off as a simple Saturday afternoon nap had turned into an alarming change of events. Looking down revealed to Minuette that her ankles were clamped down on by a solid pair of stocks bolted into the floor. Looking up showed three unexpected but familiar faces. Her friends- Moon Dancer, Lemon Hearts, and Twinkleshine.
“W-What in Equestria?! What’s going on here?” Minuette asked, calm but confused, after rubbing her eyes with her wrists.
“Relax Minuette. We have a little surprise planned for you,” Moon Dancer said, patting her friend’s head.
“You’re awfully friendly right now, Moon Dancer. What’s this surprise even for?”
Minuette’s ivory-colored and sweet-pink maned friend put on a friendly, but slightly smug grin on her face. She pulled a book from behind her back, hard-covered and bearing an attached locking device on it, the cover simply reading, “Diary.”
“It’s a surprise for leaving this at my house. I hope you don’t mind that I gave it a little peak, hehe. I do feel a little bad, but when a pony’s as bored as I was when I opened this little treasure trove of yours, I found a little something that I wanted to make a reality for you…” Twinkleshine elaborated.
“W-Wait…. Oh no, this isn’t… you… I… oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…” the blushing blue unicorn stuttered.
“I know, Twinkles is such a little stinker. She still won’t let me hear the end of that beaker thing she first remembered two whole months ago. But when she told us about this little thing… I was okay with it… because you ‘fantasize of your closest friends overpowering you with your own laughter,’ don’t you?” Lemon Hearts chimed in, ending her sentiment with a smirk- having quoted from the diary.
Moon Dancer kneeled onto the floor and slipped off Minuette’s surprisingly clean white socks, revealing a pair of vulnerable blue feet. Their owner was still processing the whole situation she had fallen into.
“You girls all know my secrets…. Twinkleshine…” she frowned.
A sudden electrifying scrabble of Moon Dancer’s apricot fingers on her squirm-happy feet sent the blue mare into a hysterical shriek.
“Oh, this looks like it’s going to be fun. You’ve got such adorable ticklish feet, Minuette,” Moon Dancer commented.
Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine zeroed in as well, with yellow hands making their way under Minuette’s gold t-shirt to access the soft belly it hid, and delicate white hands inviting themselves through the sleeves and to the underarms. In a quick rise of action, Minuette’s fantasy-turned-reality began.
“I agree with Lemon Hearts, what Twinkleshine did was so mean. Now it’s all because of her that we’re here to tickle you to complete madness, just like you’ve always dreamed of. Where are these little blue play things most ticklish, Minnie?” Moon Dancer cooed.
“We’ll have to scan her whole body to find out where she squeals the most. It could take a long time,” Twinkleshine teased, “probably ‘for hours and hours on end until Luna’s moon illuminates the sky,’ haha!”
Another quote from the diary, expressing interest in prolonged torment for a guaranteed entry into a haven of pleasure. Minuette whimpered, trying to move away all she could. Try as she might, even if her upper body could wriggle away, Moon Dancer still had complete access to her immobilized peds, and after a few seconds, Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts would find a chance to home back in on their victim’s sensitive body.
“G-Girls! Nonononononohohoho! Eeeheeheee! I can’t endure this!” Minuette giggled.
“If you don’t like it by the time one hour passes, consider yourself free. But until then, you’re going to be our cute little tickle-thing, and you have no power to stop us,” Twinkleshine teased, gliding her hands down Minuette’s tender sides.
“EEHEEHEEK! You’re a m-monster!”
The first five minutes of Minuette’s torment were the softest of what was in store for her. Her friends kept a cool and consistent pace on each of their designated target spots. The inherent embarrassment that overwhelmed the blue mare kept her from enjoying it. But something at the back of her mind kept reminding her that this was indeed her wildest dream, now suddenly completely real. In her already-confused state, Minuette could only let out laughter and protests. Each pony seemed to be able to hold their own in tickling Minuette. She wasn’t the most ticklish of ponies, but any spot on her feet stood not a single chance against Moon Dancer’s curious and adventurous fingers. Her belly didn’t fare much better, but she had more control of it than her feet. This made it a battle between Lemon Hearts’s finger dexterity and Minuette’s wiggling upper body, one that Lemon Hearts had little trouble winning. Twinkleshine wasn’t quite as successful. It was perhaps the most karma would offer for Minuette at the moment, but that just meant that when Twinkleshine was able to land her mark, it created an extra jolt in the already electric giggle-harvesting session.
“Alright, we’re at the five minute mark!” Twinkleshine announced. “Time to step things up. Show no mercy, girls!”
Each pony took to their own idea of “stepping things up.” Moon Dancer, rather content with the situation, curiously skittered her fingertips over Minuette’s feet, rummaging for any sweet spots she may have missed. Occasionally, she would strike by trailing a finger down either arch, which Minuette didn’t take kindly to. Moon Dancer engaged in a personal experimentation surveying the sensitivity of her victim’s blue toes. Exploring under, on the pads of, or between the toes, Moon Dancer attempted to see what results she could get. To her success, Minuette howled when particularly when her tormentor held a single digit with one hand and used her other hand’s index finger.
Lemon Hearts had a special method for subduing her friend’s shaky belly. Inherently, she’d go with classic finger scrabbles on the surface, but Minuette’s struggling meant that sometimes it wasn’t easy being precise. Whenever one tactic Lemon Hearts used was evaded by sheer excessive movement, she switched to a different one. Various methods could potentially be applied, from reaching around Minuette’s torso and holding it still to tickling elsewhere such as the thighs, or a tease on the face to keep her off-guard before following up with another belly-attack. From there, each method was repeated, but in different patterns that were impossible to predict. Whatever was convenient for the yellow pony.
Twinkleshine felt that she had ended up with the short end of the stick, seemingly being forced to pick off the scraps of Minuette’s sensitive spots. The underarms weren’t exceedingly ticklish, and they clamped down and immobilized her hands. Occasionally, she’d trigger a shriek of hysteria from landing a squeeze to the side or a super-quick scribble of her fingers under an off-guard armpit. Occasionally, she tried to steal the belly from Lemon Hearts. It only ended up with a soft slap from the yellow pony in return on her hands if they dared get too close. Although Twinkleshine had put together the whole thing, she was, in the present, ironically the least effective of the three.
On top of it all was poor Minuette, a confused and hysterical mess of gasps and giggles. Confused at how to feel, a conflict between accepting it, embracing it, appreciating it, loving it- and complete embarrassment at how this whole thing unfolded. Being Minuette, she wasn’t angry at them by any means, but she most certainly wished this whole scenario started out differently. Although, now that her friends knew about all of this, was there much harm getting into it? Such was the internal conflict that played out in her mind as Minuette felt all of her sweet spots being stimulated to produce only the most crazed of laughter. Struggling all she could, thankful her friends didn’t consider restraining her arms, even her constant flailing around could be subdued over if her friends tickled her intensely enough that she couldn’t be bothered with the waste of energy. Any intentions at casting a spell with her horn could not be realized, as there was no hope of maintaining the focus needed to perform such a skin-saving feat.
Before Minuette knew it, the ten minute mark landed. Minuette was already a significant mess, her hair showing stages of visual disorder. She took a more notable amount of gasps for breath. This time, it was Moon Dancer who proudly announced the ten minute mark. No break was given- the slowly-crumbling mess had to endure. Her friends had already seemingly grown accustomed to the very odd series of events transpiring and had fun with it. Teases began to ensue, conversation between the three of them while they acted like tickling Minuette wasn’t any big deal.
“I never realized how cute Minuette is when she’s this giggly,” Twinkleshine cooed, digging her fingers into the flesh of Minuette’s side and gliding them down.
“Yeah, I guess I can give you that. Poor Minuette. No breaks for you, you’ll be lucky if you don’t choke on your own breath by the time this session is over, hehe,” Lemon Hearts added.
“I wish you weren’t resisting so much. Just accept how lovely it feels for our fingers to collectively overpower you. Don’t you love it when I tickle these adorable little toes of yours?” Moon Dancer teased with a grin.
“I’d like a chance at her feet if you don’t mind,” Twinkleshine requested.
“Absolutely not, these precious things are mine.”
Moon Dancer savagely squeezed her fingers through the spaces of Minuette’s digits and her fingertips worked some tickling magic into the crevices.
“No! EEEK PLEASE! MOON DAHAHANCER! I- YAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” the captive laughed.
A pair of index and middle fingers less-than-delicately ambushed her navel in response.
“ GYYAAAAAHAHAAA!”
“When you said Moon Dancer’s name only it made the two of us feel left out… our tickling is just as effective as hers, right?” Lemon Hearts pushed.
“Pffffahahaha! Suhuhure! Whahahateer you sahahaHAHAHAAA!”
It never stopped from there. Time itself turned into three pairs of hands all evilly tickling Minuette. Fifteen minutes since starting, Minuette had to finally request short breaks. Her friends granted them to her, but they never felt long enough. No energy was wasted on any protests. Thinking itself slowly began to be energy-wasteful. Minuette simply let her natural feelings control her. Twenty minutes in, and Moon Dancer pushed for more verbal teasing. More high-pitched, demeaning tickle-talk was aimed at a slowly discombobulating Minuette. Scrapes across her feet, down her arches, between her toes, and the very tips of her heels intensified, courtesy of Moon Dancer. Lemon Hearts capitalized on the navel exploit, while still skittering her fingers around the belly and teasing the sides to keep things varied. Twinkleshine went with a new approach, and instead of tickling, she somewhat coddled Minuette. Whispering coos and teases into those delicate ears, giving them chill-inducing nibbles, lightly blowing into them to create disdain. Minuette even felt her horn being massaged and her head being lightly grasped and caressed. To all of this, she had no idea what to think anymore. But a spark of excitement slowly lit a fuse in her.
No shorter than the thirty five minute mark, Minuette had been transported to a haven of excitement and pleasure. The world as it was faded around her. Struggling for breath or a concept of what was going on, the blue unicorn faded away. Between Twinkleshine’s teasing and the intensified tickling, Minuette had been broken in. Her mane grew more manic and with hairs out-of-place, hints of tears forming and feeling only the intense sensations and the aggravating pleasure. Her friends had made things no more easier.
“Aw, poor Minuette. I bet you’d appreciate a well-earned break. But then where would that helplessness you always seeked be? Say that you love it, you naughty little mare,” Lemon Hearts teased, raking her fingertips against the wriggling blue belly.
The scrubbing sounds filled the air as rough bristles brutally swiped across one of Minuette’s feet, with the other being just as intensely attacked by Moon Dancer’s other hand without a hairbrush. Although Moon Dancer was usually one of the less sociable, she had gotten completely comfortable in the dominating role and in such a satisfied state, couldn’t help but add on.
“Aw, coochie coo, Minuette. You never should’ve been so irresponsible with that diary- or maybe that’s just what you wanted. Your tiny wittle feet are soooo unbelievably ticklish. No escape, not at all, heehee. Just submit and we’ll go easy on you, just maybe,” she said with a mix of childish giddiness and a hint of genuine sadism.
The most brutal was Twinkleshine, however.
“Shhhh, ignore their rude teasing,” she whispered. “I know I got you into this, but you can thank me later.”
An ivory finger lightly tapped Minuette’s snout and the other hand delicately caressed her surprisingly sensitive ear. Minuette quivered at the touch. The soft breeze of Twinkleshine’s breath whispering the most cruelly teasing endearment. It was the part that made Minuette feel the most excited, the most taken over, on the lowest peg.
“Maybe listen to Moon Dancer… why don’t you beg us for more- tell us how much you love it. Accept it, let it happen. This is our gift to you. Kind and cheerful little girls like you deserve to be rewarded for the happiness she gives to her friends. Hehe, that’s why I put this together. For me, just for me, just give it up. Enjoy yourself and be the plaything you are to us. If you don’t…”
A harder-than-usual nibble delicately clamped on the ear that was being stroked.
“EEP! P-P-Please! Gyahahahaha! T-TICKLE ME! TICKLE MEEHEEHEE! MOHOHORE! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Minuette broke in, her horn having suddenly sent sparks flying across the room.
All the other girls laughed at their little victory. Poor Minuette had taken enough abuse to want more. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Over the embarrassment, Minuette took to heart what Twinkleshine asked of her. Just have fun with it all. Although the whole thing had started out less than satisfactorily, now, Minuette had no more cares. She erupted with laughter with what little breath she could muster. Her respiratory system was on overhaul, for sure- she could feel it, but she endured, now in a world of bliss.
Looking down at the base of the stocks, Moon Dancer saw a pair of extra somethings that were seemingly overlooked. Grinning, she took them and carefully handed them to Twinkleshine, out of Minuette’s sight. Raising her rather-defined eyebrows and directing her stare at Minuette, suggestively, Twinkleshine’s smile widened. She went down to Minuette’s ear again.
“Good girl, Minuette! I have a little reward for you- so don’t be too alarmed when I do this--”
A blindfold was carefully wrapped around the broken mare’s teary eyes, reducing Minuette’s visual world to nothing. She couldn’t see the gag coming, and felt it easily slip into her mouth.
“There, there. Enjoy your little world of delight. Tickle tiiiickllllle, Minuette, our pet,” Twinkleshine ended off.
Art style was supposed to mimic Kuroi Wolf's.
I hope you guys liked the story too, which itself had a few elements taken from other widespread fics I've read. If I can learn how to draw actual feet, I would enjoy to drawing more ponies. Minuette just had to have some tickles, so I took it upon myself to fill in that formerly empty void.
Minuette belongs to Hasbro and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
“W-What in Equestria?! What’s going on here?” Minuette asked, calm but confused, after rubbing her eyes with her wrists.
“Relax Minuette. We have a little surprise planned for you,” Moon Dancer said, patting her friend’s head.
“You’re awfully friendly right now, Moon Dancer. What’s this surprise even for?”
Minuette’s ivory-colored and sweet-pink maned friend put on a friendly, but slightly smug grin on her face. She pulled a book from behind her back, hard-covered and bearing an attached locking device on it, the cover simply reading, “Diary.”
“It’s a surprise for leaving this at my house. I hope you don’t mind that I gave it a little peak, hehe. I do feel a little bad, but when a pony’s as bored as I was when I opened this little treasure trove of yours, I found a little something that I wanted to make a reality for you…” Twinkleshine elaborated.
“W-Wait…. Oh no, this isn’t… you… I… oh dear, oh dear, oh dear…” the blushing blue unicorn stuttered.
“I know, Twinkles is such a little stinker. She still won’t let me hear the end of that beaker thing she first remembered two whole months ago. But when she told us about this little thing… I was okay with it… because you ‘fantasize of your closest friends overpowering you with your own laughter,’ don’t you?” Lemon Hearts chimed in, ending her sentiment with a smirk- having quoted from the diary.
Moon Dancer kneeled onto the floor and slipped off Minuette’s surprisingly clean white socks, revealing a pair of vulnerable blue feet. Their owner was still processing the whole situation she had fallen into.
“You girls all know my secrets…. Twinkleshine…” she frowned.
A sudden electrifying scrabble of Moon Dancer’s apricot fingers on her squirm-happy feet sent the blue mare into a hysterical shriek.
“Oh, this looks like it’s going to be fun. You’ve got such adorable ticklish feet, Minuette,” Moon Dancer commented.
Lemon Hearts and Twinkleshine zeroed in as well, with yellow hands making their way under Minuette’s gold t-shirt to access the soft belly it hid, and delicate white hands inviting themselves through the sleeves and to the underarms. In a quick rise of action, Minuette’s fantasy-turned-reality began.
“I agree with Lemon Hearts, what Twinkleshine did was so mean. Now it’s all because of her that we’re here to tickle you to complete madness, just like you’ve always dreamed of. Where are these little blue play things most ticklish, Minnie?” Moon Dancer cooed.
“We’ll have to scan her whole body to find out where she squeals the most. It could take a long time,” Twinkleshine teased, “probably ‘for hours and hours on end until Luna’s moon illuminates the sky,’ haha!”
Another quote from the diary, expressing interest in prolonged torment for a guaranteed entry into a haven of pleasure. Minuette whimpered, trying to move away all she could. Try as she might, even if her upper body could wriggle away, Moon Dancer still had complete access to her immobilized peds, and after a few seconds, Twinkleshine and Lemon Hearts would find a chance to home back in on their victim’s sensitive body.
“G-Girls! Nonononononohohoho! Eeeheeheee! I can’t endure this!” Minuette giggled.
“If you don’t like it by the time one hour passes, consider yourself free. But until then, you’re going to be our cute little tickle-thing, and you have no power to stop us,” Twinkleshine teased, gliding her hands down Minuette’s tender sides.
“EEHEEHEEK! You’re a m-monster!”
The first five minutes of Minuette’s torment were the softest of what was in store for her. Her friends kept a cool and consistent pace on each of their designated target spots. The inherent embarrassment that overwhelmed the blue mare kept her from enjoying it. But something at the back of her mind kept reminding her that this was indeed her wildest dream, now suddenly completely real. In her already-confused state, Minuette could only let out laughter and protests. Each pony seemed to be able to hold their own in tickling Minuette. She wasn’t the most ticklish of ponies, but any spot on her feet stood not a single chance against Moon Dancer’s curious and adventurous fingers. Her belly didn’t fare much better, but she had more control of it than her feet. This made it a battle between Lemon Hearts’s finger dexterity and Minuette’s wiggling upper body, one that Lemon Hearts had little trouble winning. Twinkleshine wasn’t quite as successful. It was perhaps the most karma would offer for Minuette at the moment, but that just meant that when Twinkleshine was able to land her mark, it created an extra jolt in the already electric giggle-harvesting session.
“Alright, we’re at the five minute mark!” Twinkleshine announced. “Time to step things up. Show no mercy, girls!”
Each pony took to their own idea of “stepping things up.” Moon Dancer, rather content with the situation, curiously skittered her fingertips over Minuette’s feet, rummaging for any sweet spots she may have missed. Occasionally, she would strike by trailing a finger down either arch, which Minuette didn’t take kindly to. Moon Dancer engaged in a personal experimentation surveying the sensitivity of her victim’s blue toes. Exploring under, on the pads of, or between the toes, Moon Dancer attempted to see what results she could get. To her success, Minuette howled when particularly when her tormentor held a single digit with one hand and used her other hand’s index finger.
Lemon Hearts had a special method for subduing her friend’s shaky belly. Inherently, she’d go with classic finger scrabbles on the surface, but Minuette’s struggling meant that sometimes it wasn’t easy being precise. Whenever one tactic Lemon Hearts used was evaded by sheer excessive movement, she switched to a different one. Various methods could potentially be applied, from reaching around Minuette’s torso and holding it still to tickling elsewhere such as the thighs, or a tease on the face to keep her off-guard before following up with another belly-attack. From there, each method was repeated, but in different patterns that were impossible to predict. Whatever was convenient for the yellow pony.
Twinkleshine felt that she had ended up with the short end of the stick, seemingly being forced to pick off the scraps of Minuette’s sensitive spots. The underarms weren’t exceedingly ticklish, and they clamped down and immobilized her hands. Occasionally, she’d trigger a shriek of hysteria from landing a squeeze to the side or a super-quick scribble of her fingers under an off-guard armpit. Occasionally, she tried to steal the belly from Lemon Hearts. It only ended up with a soft slap from the yellow pony in return on her hands if they dared get too close. Although Twinkleshine had put together the whole thing, she was, in the present, ironically the least effective of the three.
On top of it all was poor Minuette, a confused and hysterical mess of gasps and giggles. Confused at how to feel, a conflict between accepting it, embracing it, appreciating it, loving it- and complete embarrassment at how this whole thing unfolded. Being Minuette, she wasn’t angry at them by any means, but she most certainly wished this whole scenario started out differently. Although, now that her friends knew about all of this, was there much harm getting into it? Such was the internal conflict that played out in her mind as Minuette felt all of her sweet spots being stimulated to produce only the most crazed of laughter. Struggling all she could, thankful her friends didn’t consider restraining her arms, even her constant flailing around could be subdued over if her friends tickled her intensely enough that she couldn’t be bothered with the waste of energy. Any intentions at casting a spell with her horn could not be realized, as there was no hope of maintaining the focus needed to perform such a skin-saving feat.
Before Minuette knew it, the ten minute mark landed. Minuette was already a significant mess, her hair showing stages of visual disorder. She took a more notable amount of gasps for breath. This time, it was Moon Dancer who proudly announced the ten minute mark. No break was given- the slowly-crumbling mess had to endure. Her friends had already seemingly grown accustomed to the very odd series of events transpiring and had fun with it. Teases began to ensue, conversation between the three of them while they acted like tickling Minuette wasn’t any big deal.
“I never realized how cute Minuette is when she’s this giggly,” Twinkleshine cooed, digging her fingers into the flesh of Minuette’s side and gliding them down.
“Yeah, I guess I can give you that. Poor Minuette. No breaks for you, you’ll be lucky if you don’t choke on your own breath by the time this session is over, hehe,” Lemon Hearts added.
“I wish you weren’t resisting so much. Just accept how lovely it feels for our fingers to collectively overpower you. Don’t you love it when I tickle these adorable little toes of yours?” Moon Dancer teased with a grin.
“I’d like a chance at her feet if you don’t mind,” Twinkleshine requested.
“Absolutely not, these precious things are mine.”
Moon Dancer savagely squeezed her fingers through the spaces of Minuette’s digits and her fingertips worked some tickling magic into the crevices.
“No! EEEK PLEASE! MOON DAHAHANCER! I- YAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” the captive laughed.
A pair of index and middle fingers less-than-delicately ambushed her navel in response.
“ GYYAAAAAHAHAAA!”
“When you said Moon Dancer’s name only it made the two of us feel left out… our tickling is just as effective as hers, right?” Lemon Hearts pushed.
“Pffffahahaha! Suhuhure! Whahahateer you sahahaHAHAHAAA!”
It never stopped from there. Time itself turned into three pairs of hands all evilly tickling Minuette. Fifteen minutes since starting, Minuette had to finally request short breaks. Her friends granted them to her, but they never felt long enough. No energy was wasted on any protests. Thinking itself slowly began to be energy-wasteful. Minuette simply let her natural feelings control her. Twenty minutes in, and Moon Dancer pushed for more verbal teasing. More high-pitched, demeaning tickle-talk was aimed at a slowly discombobulating Minuette. Scrapes across her feet, down her arches, between her toes, and the very tips of her heels intensified, courtesy of Moon Dancer. Lemon Hearts capitalized on the navel exploit, while still skittering her fingers around the belly and teasing the sides to keep things varied. Twinkleshine went with a new approach, and instead of tickling, she somewhat coddled Minuette. Whispering coos and teases into those delicate ears, giving them chill-inducing nibbles, lightly blowing into them to create disdain. Minuette even felt her horn being massaged and her head being lightly grasped and caressed. To all of this, she had no idea what to think anymore. But a spark of excitement slowly lit a fuse in her.
No shorter than the thirty five minute mark, Minuette had been transported to a haven of excitement and pleasure. The world as it was faded around her. Struggling for breath or a concept of what was going on, the blue unicorn faded away. Between Twinkleshine’s teasing and the intensified tickling, Minuette had been broken in. Her mane grew more manic and with hairs out-of-place, hints of tears forming and feeling only the intense sensations and the aggravating pleasure. Her friends had made things no more easier.
“Aw, poor Minuette. I bet you’d appreciate a well-earned break. But then where would that helplessness you always seeked be? Say that you love it, you naughty little mare,” Lemon Hearts teased, raking her fingertips against the wriggling blue belly.
The scrubbing sounds filled the air as rough bristles brutally swiped across one of Minuette’s feet, with the other being just as intensely attacked by Moon Dancer’s other hand without a hairbrush. Although Moon Dancer was usually one of the less sociable, she had gotten completely comfortable in the dominating role and in such a satisfied state, couldn’t help but add on.
“Aw, coochie coo, Minuette. You never should’ve been so irresponsible with that diary- or maybe that’s just what you wanted. Your tiny wittle feet are soooo unbelievably ticklish. No escape, not at all, heehee. Just submit and we’ll go easy on you, just maybe,” she said with a mix of childish giddiness and a hint of genuine sadism.
The most brutal was Twinkleshine, however.
“Shhhh, ignore their rude teasing,” she whispered. “I know I got you into this, but you can thank me later.”
An ivory finger lightly tapped Minuette’s snout and the other hand delicately caressed her surprisingly sensitive ear. Minuette quivered at the touch. The soft breeze of Twinkleshine’s breath whispering the most cruelly teasing endearment. It was the part that made Minuette feel the most excited, the most taken over, on the lowest peg.
“Maybe listen to Moon Dancer… why don’t you beg us for more- tell us how much you love it. Accept it, let it happen. This is our gift to you. Kind and cheerful little girls like you deserve to be rewarded for the happiness she gives to her friends. Hehe, that’s why I put this together. For me, just for me, just give it up. Enjoy yourself and be the plaything you are to us. If you don’t…”
A harder-than-usual nibble delicately clamped on the ear that was being stroked.
“EEP! P-P-Please! Gyahahahaha! T-TICKLE ME! TICKLE MEEHEEHEE! MOHOHORE! I SUBMIT! I SUBMIT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Minuette broke in, her horn having suddenly sent sparks flying across the room.
All the other girls laughed at their little victory. Poor Minuette had taken enough abuse to want more. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Over the embarrassment, Minuette took to heart what Twinkleshine asked of her. Just have fun with it all. Although the whole thing had started out less than satisfactorily, now, Minuette had no more cares. She erupted with laughter with what little breath she could muster. Her respiratory system was on overhaul, for sure- she could feel it, but she endured, now in a world of bliss.
Looking down at the base of the stocks, Moon Dancer saw a pair of extra somethings that were seemingly overlooked. Grinning, she took them and carefully handed them to Twinkleshine, out of Minuette’s sight. Raising her rather-defined eyebrows and directing her stare at Minuette, suggestively, Twinkleshine’s smile widened. She went down to Minuette’s ear again.
“Good girl, Minuette! I have a little reward for you- so don’t be too alarmed when I do this--”
A blindfold was carefully wrapped around the broken mare’s teary eyes, reducing Minuette’s visual world to nothing. She couldn’t see the gag coming, and felt it easily slip into her mouth.
“There, there. Enjoy your little world of delight. Tickle tiiiickllllle, Minuette, our pet,” Twinkleshine ended off.
Art style was supposed to mimic Kuroi Wolf's.
I hope you guys liked the story too, which itself had a few elements taken from other widespread fics I've read. If I can learn how to draw actual feet, I would enjoy to drawing more ponies. Minuette just had to have some tickles, so I took it upon myself to fill in that formerly empty void.
Minuette belongs to Hasbro and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fetish Other
Species Unicorn
Size 1024 x 1192px
File Size 1.42 MB
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