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This story was written as Day #13 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Tickling and the story contains F/F sex involving consenting adults, and characters from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. :3

Tickled Pink(ie Pie)

Pinkie Pie couldn't stop giggling, and that wasn't a good sign for her given what was coming. She squirmed and wriggled around, but her hooves were fully secured to her bed by firm, padded straps and tightly tied lengths of cord. No matter how she twisted and turned her body she couldn't get loose, and that only made the pony giggle more gleefully, knowing that her friends were really taking this seriously for her, not allowing her even the slightest leniency. At the far end of the bed, clearly visible to the earth pony if she craned her neck up, Twilight Sparkle sat and watched her squirm with a wry smile on her face. The alicorn was clearly quietly proud of her handiwork in magically summoning Pinkie's restraints, and she was admiring her efforts before their fun really got started. That fact only made Pinkie Pie more excitably giddy, and she really, really did try to break free, thrashing around until she collapsed into a helpless, still firmly bound and mindlessly giggling heap.

"All done?"

Twilight murmured softly, her voice slightly thick with her own anticipation and excitement. She cleared her throat, raising a teasing eyebrow at Pinkie, who nodded and squirmed only a little as the Princess of Magic trotted around the bed and pulled herself up so that her forehooves were resting alongside Pinkie's exposed, helpless flank.

"Now, I know I should know better than to have to ask this, but... you still want this, right?"

The alicorn queried, only to chuckle when Pinkie Pie's eyes widened and she nodded rapidly, as though rather nervous that there could be any doubt. Twilight Sparkle shook her head.

"Okay, okay. Just wanted to check one more time. Well, then, Pinkie?"

Pinkie Pie's eyes grew wider still with hope, and she gave a wordless, longing squeak as Twilight's smile softened and her horn began to glow.

"Happy belated birthday."

As soon as Twilight Sparkle's voice spoke, the magic in her horn flared and half a dozen dextrous limbs, floating, phantom hands with no fewer than five individual digits on each one, sprang into being around Pinkie's body. Two immediately dived forward, and Pinkie Pie's first shrieking scream of joyous mirth erupted from her throat as they began to probe and tickle at the soft flesh at the very inner base of her back legs. Another two hands began to rampantly dance over Pinkie Pie's flanks, teasing and tickling at her cutie mark on either side, while the last one attacked her curvy belly, wriggling its digits against her soft pink coat and the vulnerable flesh beneath it. Needless to say the earth pony was utterly helpless against such a merciless, multi-pronged and magically enabled tickle attack. She shrieked and wailed, she kicked and thrashed, and she begged. Oh she begged so loud and so hard for Twilight Sparkle to stop,, and she only laughed harder and more giddily in her gleeful dismay when her pleas for mercy fell on utterly deaf ears, just the way she wanted it.

"Nnnhhahaahahahhahhhhhhh!!! Not my f-fffffrooooooogssssss!"

As soon as she'd screamed those words, Pinkie Pie knew her mistake, and sure enough Twilight's horn blazed with light as the hands on her cutie marks vanished for an instant, then reappeared gripping Pinkie's ankles. Not just restrained now but held completely immobile in that part of her body, all the rest of the pony could do was spasm and writhe as she sobbed and cackled and snorted in agonised ticklish rapture. Twilight Sparkle went to town on her frogs, on that flesh tucked in behind the hard material of her hooves, and within less than a minute Pinkie Pie was a snorting, howling, openly weeping wreck, tears rolling down her face as she wheezed and failed to catch her breath between burst after strangled burst of pure uncontrolled mirth.

Of course, all the while that she was laughing, all the time as she squealed and giggled and guffawed and whinnied in frantic ticklish elation, something else was happening to Pinkie Pie's writhing body. Her thighs trembled. Her cheeks flushed through more than just her failed attempts to catch her breath. Her back legs kicked out in the bonds not only holding them back from thrashing too wildly, but holding them apart too. And between those hind-limbs, the more that Twilight Sparkle mercilessly tickled Pinkie Pie using her magic while sitting off to the side motionless but grinning from ear to ear, Pinkie's pussy got wetter and wetter the more wild and unhinged the ticklish terrors she was forced to endure.

Finally, after more than fifteen minutes of solid tickling by which point Pinkie's eyes were crossed and drool was running down both sides of her gaping, desperately wailing mouth, Twilight Sparkle took another step closer to the bed, and peered forward over Pinkie's shrieking, whimpering face. The alicorn's own face was bright red beneath her coat, and her eyes darted nervously down the length of Pinkie's writhing, kicking body as that fifth magic hand, the one which had been teasing and tickling her belly, began to drift south. Twilight nibbled on her bottom lip as Pinkie Pie continued to wail in frenzied, caterwauling glee and pleading desperation, right up to the moment where the fingers of that magic hand met with her clitoris.

"Nnohohahahahahhahaahhh nooooooo, no more! Stop! PleeeeaseaaahhhahahhahaTwiligtstoooop! Stop tickling m-mmhhhh, meeeeee-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!"

Her begging for mercy turned to a shrill, ear-splitting squeal of ecstasy as that single touch alone proved enough to set her off. It was as though in that instant every ounce of ticklish energy she had absorbed was instantly converted and processed by the arousal it had been boiling beneath the surface the entire time. Twilight Sparkle could only stare in awe as that singular touch made Pinkie Pie cum hard, and indeed the alicorn almost looked jealous of that magic hand for getting to be the sole cause of Pinkie's violent, shuddering, shrieking and squirting orgasm before a single hoof, horn or perhaps even a teasing tongue from the alicorn had made contact with Pinkie's body.

About thirty seconds later, as Pinkie Pie panted and shivered and giggled gratefully to Twilight Sparkle, the Princess leaned over her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Thanks, Twilight..."

Pinkie gasped, eyes heavy lidded and pussy still quivering and clenching every few seconds even though the juices staining Pinkie's tail, her bedding and the floor beyond the edge of the bed had all but ceased their abundant flow. The alicorn grinned, and pecked the other pony on the lips once more.

"Thanks for trusting me with this, Pinkie. It really means a lot. So... would you like a little break? Five or ten minutes before I tell Rarity to come in?"

Still looking overwhelmed, exhausted and generally utterly unprepared, Pinkie Pie squirmed in her bonds. She rolled her hips, licked her lips, and shook her head at Twilight Sparkle.

"Nope, you can tell her to come in now!"

Twilight Sparkle raised an eyebrow.

"You sure you don't want a rest?"

Pinkie Pie giggled, shrugging as best she could in her bonds.

"Well, duh. Of course I do. But... if I get to rest, where's the fun in being tickled and pleasured by all five of my closest friends in a row?"

Twilight Sparkle couldn't help but snort with laughter of her own at that, and she sighed in wonder as she looked down into Pinkie Pie's exhausted but sincerely beaming face.

"Pinkie, you're so, so weird..."

She murmured, and laughed louder still when Pinkie beamed with pride, nodded hurriedly, and answered in the most Pinkie Pie way possible.

"Aww, I know I am, Twi! Thank you so much!"

*******

"Happy belated birthday, Pinkie Pie."

For a second time those words were soon spoken to Pinkie Pie an instant before her mind was consumed by the hellish intensity of her own ticklishness. That time it was Rarity who spoke them, and though the unicorn also made use of magic in her actions, her choice of ticklish torment for her friend couldn't have been more different from Twilight Sparkle's direct application. Rarity's horn glowed and levitated several bottles of oils into action, and before Pinkie Pie knew it she was being introduced to a whole new kind of ticklishness as four silky clothes buffed her hooves until they shone, while the delicate fabric just so happened to graze back and forth over the frogs of her hooves in a manner that set Pinkie off like crazy.

Cackling and squealing, kicking and flailing but unable to escape the reach of the magically induced tickling due to the very real, tangible cuffs pinning her to the bed, Pinkie Pie shook her head and sobbed, screamed, demanded Rarity relent when her hooves were fully buffed and instead Rarity's horn produced a bottle of massage oil. Before she knew it four delicate vibrators were hovering their way out of Rarity's bag, and before Pinkie could tease her friend by asking why she had so many identical bullet vibes, they were pressed against the now smooth, oiled up, extra sensitive undersides of her hooves and set to buzz with maximum magic power.

"Nnnhhoononoononoonononooo_hoooohahah ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! _"

Whether she'd been filled in about Pinkie Pie's immediate and explosive tendencies by Twilight Sparkle or not, Rarity didn't make the same error as her companion. She positioned herself gleefully at the end of the bed as her horn's radiance burned hotter and brighter still, and as a crackling wave of magically induced pleasure shocked its way through the depths of Pinkie Pie's pussy an instant later, the earth pony was still laughing even as she convulsed, sobbed in renewed orgasmic bliss, and began to squirt and spray all over Rarity's giggling, beaming face with an uncontrolled generosity that the unicorn no doubt loved.

*******

"N-no... Fluttershy, please... not like that! You can't! It's cruel! It's t-thahahah... too much... it's... y-you're mean! You're so, ss-sshshhhhhahhhahhahahahaahhhh, so meeeeeeeeean!"

Pinkie Pie howled in mirthful anguish as Fluttershy trotted around the bed with one of her own wing-feathers clutched in her mouth. Repeatedly she leaned forward, swept the feather a single time over some random patch of Pinkie Pie's body, then giggled the most adorable, naughty little giggle to herself, stepped back, and went off in search of another unique little spot on her friend's body to tickle. It was so delicate. It was so soft. It was so incredibly, perfectly Fluttershy, and it was the most devastating attack that Pinkie Pie had experienced so far, the anticipation and anguish of not knowing when or where the next singular fragment of ticklish glee was going to come from so, so much worse than any amount of Twilight Sparkle or Rarity's more focused attacks.

For more than forty five minutes Pinkie Pie shrieked and screamed and cursed blindly at Fluttershy, calling her a demoness, a monstrous witch, a ticklish torturer worthy of imprisonment in Tartarus alongside Sombra. And all the while, after every curse and plea, Fluttershy made it so, so much worse by giggling that adorable giggle of hers, then carrying right on torturing Pinkie Pie anyway.

In the end, Pinkie Pie wasn't even sure that Fluttershy had meant to end their session the way she did. Pinkie rolled her hips just as Fluttershy's feather-gripping maw was leaning forward between her friend's legs, and after grazing against her thigh for just a moment, whether its intended target or not, the feather's gossamer-soft touch brushed against Pinkie Pie's swollen, glistening clit.

When Fluttershy trotted out of the room, crimson-faced but beaming from ear to ear, her mane was matted, her face utterly soaking wet, and her ears were ringing with the shrill intensity of Pinkie Pie's orgasmic screams. She didn't even hear Applejack's surprised but proud compliment of her skills as the earth pony trotted past her to begin her turn, and just as her hearing began to recover, Fluttershy blushed deeper still as she flopped down on Pinkie Pie's living room couch and Rainbow Dash sidled over next to her.

"Soooooo..."

The other pegasus murmured, leaning in and playfully licking at the side of Fluttershy's soaked face to get an advance taste of what still awaited her.

"...can we all ask for whatever you did to her if we're trying to save the world during what's meant to be our birthday party? Coz, if so... I'll have what she had, every year for as long as we know each other."

*******

"Aahhh... tarnation, sugarcube..."

Pinkie Pie blushed as Applejack held one of her back legs upright and nuzzled at the frog of her hoof. She wasn't sure if what Applejack was doing to her was strictly tickling in the most natural sense of the word, but she couldn't help giggling as AJ's tongue flicked out and started to worship the sensitive base of her hoof, temporarily freed from its restraints but gripped tight enough by the strong earth pony's forelimbs that it really didn't matter.

"Yer frogs are so soft... Rarity's been at 'em with that damn sexy lotion of hers, huh? Ohh, haybales... how's a pony meant t'resist hooves like these?"

Pinkie giggled, gasped and moaned as while Applejack licked, nuzzled and generally worshipped the base of her elevated hoof, the other pony straddled her hips and began to grind their pussies together. The more she squirmed and giggled and gently kicked out with her leg, the more Applejack seemed to relish gripping it tightly and licking at her hoof with greater hunger. And the more Applejack enjoyed herself, the more Pinkie found herself surrendering to still ticklish but more prominently pleasurable stimulation as Applejack's even larger, more sumptuous cherry-sized clitoris ground feverishly against hers with lubricating slickness from two sources rather than just one.

"Those hooves... those prancing, dancing, bouncy, tickly Pinkie Pie hooves... o-ohh, ah love 'em... ah can't get enough of 'em..."

Eventually Pinkie Pie was reduced to peals of ticklish laughter, but only when Applejack let loose a deep, guttural moan of pure lust and began to all but make out with Pinkie's frogged hoof-base. When they climaxed just a few minutes later, they did so in unison, with Applejack's hips jerking and grinding like it was the middle of bucking season and there wasn't a stallion in sight. She wailed into Pinkie's hoof as she squirted hard over the other earth pony's own throbbing clitoris, and when they were both spent and Applejack collapsed forward over Pinkie Pie's prone body, she moaned breathlessly to her dear friend with nervous embarrassment.

"Mnnhh... aahh, Pinkie... y'all ain't gonna... y'know, tell folks about what we did, are you?"

Pinkie Pie giggled and beamed back up at Applejack.

"You mean tell all our friends, or all of Ponyville that you're a lewd hoof-lover? That you probably want me to hoof you right now, and probably get off hoof-watching other ponies just trotting around town?"

Applejack stared down at Pinkie, utterly terrified for a split second before Pinkie's smile grew wider, and she craned her neck up to whisper to the other earth pony playfully.

"Don't worry, AJ. The whole town's known for years, ever since you came that one time Rarity talked you into getting a pedicure with her at the spa!"

*******

"Happy birthday, Pinkie."

After Applejack had left, Rainbow Dash had set about re-orienting Pinkie Pie's bondage so that the pony was now stretched out across the breadth of her bed rather than its length, with her hooves sticking out over one side. Rainbow Dash was sitting just in front of those outstretched legs, resting on her haunches in a way that left her back tilted, and her wings almost perfectly in line with Pinkie's hooves.

Now they were ready. Pinkie Pie whimpered through the ball-gag freshly acquired from her closet, and Rainbow Dash idly reached down between her back legs with one forelimb and rubbed at her own clit. All morning and into the early afternoon she'd been waiting for this. For her turn. And so, truth be told, had Pinkie Pie. She loved and cherished everything her other friends had done for her, but for them, Applejack's own indulgence aside, this had been a fun experiment for them. A chance to spend some intimate time with one of their dearest friends and to explore a new fetish in a comfortable, welcoming environment.

As far as Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were concerned though, their ticklish history together was expansive. Rainbow Dash had been one of the first ponies ever to embrace Pinkie's erotic love of tickling, and together, for the nine years they had known one another, they had been slowly refining Rainbow Dash's technique into what was now its ultimate form.

"Ready?"

Rainbow looked back over her shoulder, and grinned when Pinkie Pie gurgled and desperately shook her head.

"You know I'm gonna start anyway though, right?"

Again Pinkie gurgled through her gag, but that time she nodded as rapidly as the previous head-shake. Rainbow Dash giggled, rubbed her own clit once more before bracing her forelimbs firmly against the ground in front of her, and closing her eyes to focus.

It took just the right balance of speed and angles for a pegasus to work their wings without actually taking off. To achieve the mechanistic precursor to flight but not the act itself. To a trained Wonderbolt of course, such things were trivial. And to a trained Wonderbolt who had been practising in her off-time for years with a very, very dear friend, it meant a level of skill in that regard which was utterly unparalleled.

Like a motorboat engine, Rainbow Dash's wings fluttered. They paused, trying to get the rhythm just right, but soon started up again, and this time kept going. They fluttered and hummed and buzzed faster and faster, but Rainbow Dash didn't move from her sitting position at all. It was only when her wings were moving so fast that they were a blur of blue, utterly out of focus as they thrummed and beat violently, rapidly through the air, that Rainbow leaned ever so slightly backwards, and all of a sudden her fluttering, flickering wings were pressed right up against the bound and motionless bases of Pinkie Pie's hooves.

Pinkie's eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible. Their lids fluttered, though nowhere nearly as swiftly as Rainbow Dash's wings. Her body convulsed and spasmed, and she tried to scream, she tried to sob as her body tried to respond with ticklishness, only to find those sensory inputs utterly blown out within a matter of moments by the sheer speed of the countless feathers dragging back and forth over her frogs every single second.

This was why she had saved Rainbow Dash for last.

This was why she had gotten the pegasus to gag her.

Pinkie Pie screamed as her body failed to process the ticklish sensations for what they were, and defaulted to the next best thing as it understood after the prior hours of teasing and tickling. Every flicker, every touch, every caress of Rainbow Dash's feathers against her hooves was abruptly transformed into pure, erotic, orgasmic pleasure, and as Rainbow Dash felt the first of many violent sprays of immediate orgasmic passion strike her lower back and begin to trickle down through her coat to her rainbow-striped tail, she moaned to herself under her breath.

"Awww yeah. Who's awesome? Rainbow's awesome! Best. Birthday-gift-giver. Ever!"

By Jeeves

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