CMC Tickles

>Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle lay down on their respective backs, on a wooden floor, in what could be called a small, glorified wooden box by the side of a dirt road
>Their pants were rolled up their shins, and their feet, bare and exposed, stuck through holes in the wall
>If you were to walk down the road, you would see only two small pairs of feet facing you, out of the four purpose-cut, padded holes in the side of the wooden box
>Occasionally, toes would curl, and feet would jerk in a limited manner to shoo away an errant fly which had landed on one of the four feet
>Other than these restricted motions, they were immobile
>The situation had come about thanks to Applebloom, who stood by the stock-building
>She had had an idea involving the earning of bits and the tickling of her friends’ feet
>”And,” she had added to friends, convincing them to volunteer their soles “Who knows? Maybe we’ll get our cutie marks or somethin’, isn’t that what we’re always tryin’ do?”
>So, with the help of her siblings, Applebloom had managed to get a pair of rudimentary wooden stocks, which she had insisted be fully enclosed so that “customers can focus on ticklin’ and don’t have to hear them girls begging and such”
>”I don’t know what we’re doing wrong, girls!” Applebloom said to the feet sticking out, exasperated. “We haven’t gotten a single customer so far”
>”Maybe we should have chosen a spot that was a little less… remote” she continued, shielding her eyes from the sun and looking up and down the deserted road
>Scootaloo just wiggled a couple of toes
>Applebloom walked around to her friends’ soles, and absentmindedly played with them as she thought
>Then, a business idea that would put Jordan Belfort to shame was birthed in Applebloom’s mind
>”Wait, I know!” Applebloom exclaimed to no-one in particular “I’ll go get someone and BRING them here!”
>Applebloom, going around the back of the box, opened up the entrance hatch
>”You guys okay in here?” Applebloom asked
>”Yes…” Scootaloo sighed
>”We’re just BORED. You said there’d be tickling.” Sweetiebelle finished, and rolled her eyes
>”Well I know what to do, now!” Applebloom said. “You just wait here, I’ll be *one* second”
>”Alriiiig-“ The two were cut off by Applebloom closing the hatch and running off at lightning speed
>After only a little while, back came Applebloom, joined by a special guest of hers, who had been intrigued with the idea
>Of course, Pinkie Pie had been more than happy to come along and pay to elicit some laughter
>The pink one carried a satchel slung over her shoulder, and couldn’t wait to see what the three girls had put together
>”Ooooh!” said an excited Pinkie, as the stockbox came into view “That. Looks. Awesome!”
>”I know, right?” Applebloom said. “And if you want, a minute of ticklin’ on all FOUR of those bare feet will only cost y-“
>Before she could finish, Pinkie had pulled out a smaller sack with a “Ƀ” on in and dropped it in front of Applebloom before running over to examine more closely her tickle targets
>Applebloom, looking inside, found more bits than she could count; at least two hours worth
>”Uh, oh, wow” Applebloom’s eyes widened
>”They’re all yours!” she cried out to Pinkie
>”Thanks!” Pinkie shot back. She was looking intently at the twenty toes individually, feeling them up, giving them squeezes, firmly enough so Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo couldn’t shake free of the sudden, unexpected manipulation of their bare feet
>Satisfied with her assessment of the soon-to-be-tickled soles, Pinkie stepped back, and pulled out all the contents of her bag
>Pinkie, as a laughter aficionado, had brought along her huge array of tools which she kept for any potential tickling situation,
>Body oil, scrub brushes, combs, toothbrushes, all the standard fare was there
>And Pinkie had worn nail extensions, too
>“Let’s begin!” she squealed with excitement, placing her hands on the middle feet, one of each girl’s
>A slow, gentle start, but nonetheless torturous, as the nails of her index fingers dragged up and down the balls and arches of the bare feet
>An explosion of ankle-tugging broke out, as the two enclosed girls tried their hardest to pull away their feet, at the mercy of the master tickler that was Pinkie Pie
>It was unfruitful, however, and no ground could be gained for the girls in the battle for keeping their wits which had just started
>Pinkie was like a kid in a candy shop, even more so than she usually was
>She grabbed Sweetiebelle’s foot by the ankle
>It quivered and writhed in her hands, unable to escape Pinkie’s grasp
>Placing two fingers on the Sweetiebelle’s heel, Pinkie felt how incredibly soft the rosy pink sole was to the touch
>”No wonder you got it so bad, you tenderfoot” she giggled, snorted, and then stroked from heel to toe with her nails, before randomly grabbing another foot and continuing the process
>This manifested as a staccato, on-and-off tickle action for Sweetiebelle and Scootaloo, who already were begging for the tickling to stop
>From the outside, however, this only manifested as muffled screams of laughter, and the walls of the tickle prison filtered out any words which were discernible in the first place
>The most noticeable reaction to the tickle attack was seen in toes scrunching and soles wrinkling, in an attempt to protect against mind-piercingly maddening tickles
>However, laughter was still laughter to Pinkie, however audible, and so she was more than content with the reactions she was achieving
>”Whooo! If you think this is bad already, just you wait til I get really started!” Pinkie said to her foot playthings
>While keeping one hand constantly on a sensitive sole at all times, Pinkie reached down and grabbed a pair of combs
>Applebloom, sitting across from the spectacle, counting her cash, couldn’t help but look up and wonder what they were for
>Her internal questions were soon answered when Pinkie removed her hands from the soles, and, with a comb in each hand, raked them up and down the bare soles of the ticklish two
>Again, pleas and laughter exploded inside
>Up and down, side to side, the feet rocked, lest they be grabbed by the tickle monster which had taken up residence and occupation right by their soles
>But it was all in vain, for Pinkie would latch onto a foot with her hand, securing it, and start her tickling orchestrations with great attention to detail
>Now with a toothbrush wielded, Pinkie was exploring every nook and cranny of the incredibly responsive tickle receptors that were the wildly wiggling feet in front of her
>Brushing between their toes, especially, sent the girls mad, their backs arching up as their whole body requisitioned a response to try and escape the tickle torture
>The whole time, Applebloom watched, forgetting about the money she had sought after in the conception of the whole idea
>She was transfixed on her vulnerable friends’ feet sticking out, Scootaloo’s toes and Sweetiebelle’s soles, and was thoroughly enchanted by the sight
>Pinkie, with the omniscient eyes in the back of her head, spun round to face the staring Applebloom, giving the girls brief respite
>”Do you wanna help me out here? I’ve only got two hands” Pinkie asked
>”Yeah! Oh, yeah!” Applebloom sprung to her feet, and closed the gap between her and her objects of affection
>Before she could reach out to touch Scootaloo’s bare foot in the wall, Pinkie handed her a bottle of oil
>”Use this first! It’ll work magic for tickles” Pinkie said. “Trust me, I’m an expert” she added, solemnly
>Popping open the lid, and pouring on her open palm a small pool of body oil, Applebloom applied it to Scootaloo as Pinkie did to Sweetiebelle
>At first touch, Scootaloo’s sole jolted back, but then, in the realisation of Applebloom’s gentle massage with cool liquid, she relaxed, letting her feet be slicked up
>Once the pair finished, four soles sat there, glistening in the sunlight, primed perfectly for tickling
>Pinkie was the first to attack, using a scrubbing brush with a flurry of intense sweeps on Sweetiebelle’s soles, bringing her feet to life once again
>Applebloom followed suit, using her fingers
>She spidered her fingers frantically up on Scootaloo’s arches, and the simultaneous scrabbling sent shockwaves straight through Scootaloo’s body
>The effectiveness of the lubricating oil was apparent; now the laughter reached a crescendo and loud shouts of “NO”, “STOP” and “PLEASE” could be heard interspersed with screams, giggling, and shrieks
>The feeling was indescribably intense for Scoots and ‘Belle
>It was a firing of nerves which shot up through their soles, their calves, thighs, crotches, bellies, chests, arms, and erupted out of their mouths
>Their minds could focus on naught but the feeling of their feet, and couldn’t control the involuntary vocalisations
>”You’re a natural, Applebloom!” Pinkie shouted to be heard above the din of laughter, not once stopping the gliding of brushes on Sweetiebelle’s feet “Maybe I have to look at getting you on as my apprentice!”
>”Woah wait, really?” Applebloom said, awed by the suggestion of getting to do this professionally
>Did Pinkie Pie do this professionally?  Applebloom wasn’t sure what she did
>”Well, no, silly, but we should still do this more often!”
>”Oh, can we? Can we, can we?” Applebloom asked
>”Why not! But first, hey, let’s give these guys a break” Pinkie suggested, relieving Sweetiebelle of the tickle torture
>Applebloom stopped her tickling, downcast; she hadn’t had the chance to handle Scootaloo and Sweetiebelle’s feet as long as Pinkie had
>Pinkie saw, and amended her suggestion
>”Let’s go round Ponyville and see who else wants a go with these tootsies!” she said, running past and lightly scraping her nails across the toes, which curled with the newfound anticipation of unexpected tickles
>They were left waiting a fair while in anticipation, unsure of when the next tickle storm would strike, as  Applebloom followed Pinkie, with now-enthusiastic agreement at the prospect of amassing a crowd of customers for her ticklish friends
>Though truthfully, in Applebloom’s mind, the bits came second to the perverse delight she had at the idea of dozens of people working over her friends’ feet until they went mad in a ticklish frenzy