NikczemnyAnon - CMC

“This is getting so shady and sleazy, we’ve long since past the point of dodgy. Devious does not even begin to describe the insidious perversity of what is written here. Calling it depraved would be considered a polite gesture.”

 

 

The CMC's looked down to their footwear as the padded stocks are closed and locked around their ankles.

 

"Are you sure this is such a good idea Applebloom?" Scootaloo said with an obviously nervous tone to her usually tomboyish voice.

 

Sweetie Belle was wiggling her open sandals on the tips of her toes, teasing the young colts who had gathered around the four. She continued to giggle. "Common Scootaloo! It'll be fun!" She remarked from her side of the long stockade.

 

The girls where comfy for sure. It was a lovely and cool summers day and their rumps are seated on padded pillows. Babs looked just as nervous as Scootaloo..but was quite tight-lipped about that fact and trained her eyes on her sneakers. Applebloom tapped her large boots together with a grin. The largest feet of the four of them by a mile!

 

Four hula-hoops were placed by the front of their stocks..the moment anypony added a single coin would allow their footwear removed and a single feather to placed upon that crusader’s soft sole. Who would be first?

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A single coin was tossed into a hoop. Sweetie’s hoop. The one responsible was not apparent. The small gathering of onlooker watched in silent anticipation. Unsure of how things were to proceed. The silence was broken only by murmurs, the whispers and general muffled guffawful of a crowd on the very edge of anticipation. The anonymous investor of that coin looked on with eager enthusiasm. Seeing if his benefaction would yield value.

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Sweetie Belle looked down and gives a little smile. "Oh yay!" She cheered on from her stuck spot. Her hands moving onto holding the sides of the stockade. She watched with a giggle as magical tingles would start to lift her sandals off her small and smooth white soles and toes. She sprayed them out and gives a cute little pout. The pony teasing her admirer.

 

They could use more than just feathers. In fact there was a whole array of tools..and the more they invested the more they got to choose.

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Seeing a demonstration of how the magic worked in reaction to coins being tossed into the hoops the crowd in turn reciprocated that mirthful response by tossing a few more coins into Sweeties’ hoop, giving a her a total of four bits. Apple Bloom’s hoop had three; Babs’ hoop also got three; and scootaloo only got one. It might have even not have been intended to land there when it was tossed over.

 

Snipits of conversation could be heard from the crowd. Some loud declarations, others in hushed tones.

 

“I told you she had the cutest laugh!”

“Says you!”

“Then put your money where  your mouth is!”

 

And so another coin was tossed into Bloom’s hoop, matching Sweetie’s total.”

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All were at the point now of having their footwear removed but none of them quite getting enough to allow for the first tool of tickling to be placed upon their bared sole. Each reacted in an endearing way to having their footwear removed.

 

Applebloom sat there with a confident smirk as her boots were pulled off with a few tugs. Revealing a very large-for-her-age pair of soles and toes. She wiggled them teasingly to her admirers and placed her hands behind her head. "Let’s see what you got." She teased.

 

Babs gulped as her sneakers were removed. She had the 2nd smallest soles. She seemed to be very bashful about them. She hid one behind the other nervously.

 

Scoots practically whimpered a little to herself as she felt her sneakers removed and her large (but not-as-large as Appleblooms,) feet now exposed.

 

4 ponies. 16 toes and lots of adorable expressions.

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The mixed-display of mirthful exuberance and shy reluctance endeared the crowed and soon many more coin where tossed in. Sweeties and Bloom’s totalling at fourteen bits each. Babs’ with a total of six in her hoop. Lastly Scootaloo was left with the sum total of nine.

 

The crowd divided amongst themselves. The conversations became coherent and distinct even with so many of them talking at once. It seems a pair of headstrong colts and their respective followings are arguing over which will have the cutest laugh. One colt whom had experienced fleeting infatuation with Babs tossed in a few and goaded his own colleagues to do the same. His oration was compelling. His proclamation for some to go home swiftly and fetch more coins became the stuff of civil address. The more daring sort decided to limit and regulate the coins that would be tossed to Scootaloo’s hoop. The knowledge regarding pegasi innate sensitivity was for those earth ponies a source of fascination and enthrallment. They decided on savouring her reactions’.

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An additional sign had materialised alongside the first, specifying escalating tiers of tickling tools to be unlocked when a certain donation threshold had been reached. The crowd’s myriad countenance was made apparent to those that saw. A Kaleidoscopic displays of expression in all gradients, hues and shades of glee and foreboding amusement.

 

A handful of coins were measured and tossed into the hoop. Sweetie’s that is. The floating feathers were substituted (with an audible pop,) with levitating brushes. They began to continue the work their tickling predecessors had done before.. and began to tickle.

 

Three brushes to each of Sweeties’ soles. Occasionally taking advantage when she involuntarily splayed her toes to get at them and in-between. They where methodical and merciless. They are mere instruments to a misguided enchantment of unbearable treatment. Up and down they glided without hint of ever halting.  

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Sweetie looked on curiously as she felt the touch of those feathers started to float away. Looking to her ring to see quite a little collection of coins. Her smile beamed wide as she sees the three brushes move onto her. "Ooouuuuu..oh my." She said with a cute bite of her bottom lip. The young woman wiggling those soles in anticipation for the sensations to come.

 

She squeaked as they started to glide up and down her two soles and wiggled under her toes. Her heart racing in excitement. "Ooouuuhehehehehehe!" Her smile wide and adorable. She tried to contain herself but was soon blushing, wiggling and hugging herself. "Eeeeehehehahahah it tickles so much!" She begged out in surprise.

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In near-unison an uproar of enjoyment was heard from the crowd at the sight of this spectacle. ‘Adorable’ failed to describe the scene sufficiently.

 

Some of the crows where audacious enough to try throwing buttons and other similarly small objects that might be mistaken for coins into the hoops. The enchantments however ignored these meagre forgeries and were discarded as if my unseen hands. None dared imagine what might happen if they had tried to steal the donations. The accumulating heaps of legal tender arranged themselves so as to make counting easier for the crowd, as if to entice them to throw more just to see how much higher it can get.

 

The two groups of ‘financiers’ each trying to assert the claim that their favoured pony had the cutest laugh were confronted with the change in the status quo. To even out the change in the game the other team decided on tossing enough coins to unlock their own Beneficiary’s tickling tool.

 

When the final coin requisite coin landed in the pile. The floating feathers remains for at time with their earnest efforts before disappearing and being replaced by what appeared to be a bucket filled with warm soapy water and a pair of large scrubbing brushes.

 

Without further encouragement the brushes (animated by some eldritch will ,) leapt up into the air and drove into the bucket, making a small splash of water and foam and bubbles. Which drifted up and floated away without bursting for over eighty minutes. Not that the crowd was paying attention to what became of the stray bubbles. They where to busy, laying the brink of anticipation to see if where the feeble feathers had failed, the brutal brushes will succeed in breaking her detached demeanour and giving them the laughter they had paid to witness.

 

The brushes left from the depths of the watery abyss of the bucket and proceeded to scraped across her soles, arches and toes. Scrub, scrub scrub they went.

 

 

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Apple Bloom watched Sweetie Belle with a somewhat almost jealous gaze..she seemed to be getting a tickle torturing well and good! And the sight of it was making Applebloom give a little gulp in anticipation to what might happen to her. She watched as the admirers and financiers within the crowd put a substantial outlay of bits onto her hoop. That in itself got her wide eyed. "Oh wow." She said as the feathers where removed and a soapy bucket of water replaces it. She gulped anxiously at the sight. "Oh wow.." she bit her bottom lip and curled her toes.

 

As the brushes made contact and scrubbed she lets out a reaction..but it's a different sort of laughter. As those mischievous brushes rub and scrub and tease her sturdy earth pony soles and toes she found it to be..well..lovely! With her hands she held onto the sides of the stocks as she felt every wonderful bristle. "Ah! ..ouuuu..hehehe t..that's really nice..." She giggled out softly..well..they did get laughter out of her..and a blush and a cute little look of uncontested pleasure.

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This reaction garnered.. well. Mixed-responses would be a gross understatement. Some were fine, others acted like stockbrokers and investments bankers being faced with the repercussions of a poor investment over that business quarter. All that was missing were the reels of ticker tape spewing out of antiquated machinery.

 

A riot would have formed right then and there. Had this not been a game and thus something that should not have been taken so seriously.

 

The instinct of compulsive buying took hold. No wallet would be spared.

 

It was at that moment that many eyes turned to Babs’ and her evident effort in fighting back the urge to laugh. She wasn’t fooling anyone with that faltering façade.

 

What had now become habit soon followed. The requisite number of coins were tossed into the heap. Adding a considerable lot to what had only been six bits. The audience’s tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

 

The two feathers that had been having quite the effect on Babs retired from use, and disintegrated in a modest burst of glitter and crimson coloured smoke. In their place a set of bluntly tined forks and those little metal pinwheels, two of them, which proceeded to roll up and down her arches. The bluntly tined forks, poked, prodded and stroked in long sweeping motions at indiscernible intervals.

 

The effect was most pleasing to the crowd.

 

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Applebloom was left in a state of happy blissful tickling. She rested her hands on the stocks and leaned forward in a way that made the far-reaching relaxation she was experiencing overtly apparent to the onlookers. It felt like her large soles and toes where getting a pampering of a lifetime and it all played wonderfully into her secret tickle kink. She groaned and she wriggled her toes happily. Giggles flowing from her lips that egged on many of the so-called ‘investors’ to put in more and more bits just to see her "Torment" continue.

 

Babs on the other hand was just barely holding up against the two feathers brushing across her soles and toes. So one might think she'd crack up any moment. As the feathers were removed she sighed softly, taking that time to wiping off the sweat from her forehead..only to look on as she saw the likeness of two pinwheels. The sight itself was enough to make her wide eyed and start to whimper.

 

"Hey wait just a second! I didn't sign up for Eeeeeeehehehahahaha!" She threw herself back and she ran her hands through her hair.

 

It tickled..it tickled a lot! Every little prick and tinge of the wheels working their way against her sole. It was enough to really get her shivering and squealing. "EEeeheehhahaahhahaa!" She wiggled those soles and wiggled her body. The tough girl facade was gone.

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The result held the undisputed status of being the most well regarded reaction in terms of audience response. Those in the crowd that had been affronted by Babs in the past dug deep into their wallets and appraised the value of their satisfaction over the newly made vacancies in their wallets. Taking the utmost enjoyment in jeering her.

 

Some have resorted to filming the scene with the hopes that this spectacle would reach marketable acclaim.

 

[On demand digital video streaming doesn’t exist for them yet. High-fidelity ArcanoTech™ Video-Recording and Playback Crystals are too exuberantly overpriced, so they have to keep circulating the tapes on 8mm celluloid film, which isn’t  cheap either.]

 

As the crowd settled down to a more civil ambience. The previously mentioned group of earth ponies with a (arguably unhealthy) fixation for Pegasi and their innate sensitivity decided to deposit the considerably hefty sum of coins they’ve accumulated into Scootaloo’s hoop.

 

The look of utter abject horror on the pegasus’ face was a treasured sight to their deviant compulsions.

 

She could barely put up a resistance with merely two feathers let alone whatever unspeakable horror was about to befall her!

 

 

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For a moment.. absolutely nothing happened. The first three volunteers/victims were doing their thing, chuckling away like nobody’s business. While Scootaloo just sat there barely holding up against the two azure coloured feathers.

 

“Is, is it broken?” Asked one of the earth ponies. Whilst others reiterated with their own expressions of bemusement and general dissatisfaction.

 

After some in-fighting over being ripped off and a wasting their money, the sound of a thunderclap disorientated the crowd and participants briefly. A heavy, unremarkably bare cardboard box materialised with a plain manila envelope taped to the side. The print addressing the pony or ponies that were involved with tossing coins into Scoot’s pile.

 

After some extensive decision making over who opens the box? Finding out what’s in the box. Who gets to open up and take out what’s in the box? They finally managed to take out their prize.

 

Enchanted Tickle Boots™

 

Magically-infused, fully enclosed, self-fitting boots that unleash a soft, warm wriggling mass of soft fuzz and tentacles against the wearer's tender soles. The adjustment dial has the settings available from massage 1-3, tease 4-9, tickle A-C and unbearable D-F.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,A,B,C,D,E, and F.

 

The aforementioned group of earth ponies get the remote. They smiled. They practically gleamed with unmitigated joy. They weren’t very nice smiles. There were too many teeth for that.

 

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Poor Scoots shook her head as she felt the touch of the Tickle Boots™ slooowly being slipped on with little effort and magically locking around her ankles and soles.

 

"N..no! No no please no!" She said with such an adorable look of horror on her face. Her wings flapping quickly..her heart racing..poor girl really..really didn't want to be exposed to such a strange magical device. She pouted to the group. "P..please..have mercy on me..I'll do anything..anything!" She begged.

 

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The air of sangfroid had overtaken the group. Posses by a cold aloofness they fed into their compulsion and switched on the remote and set the dial to 1.

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Sweetie Belle was giddy and worked up to a blushing state. Her soles the focus of her torment and she loved every moment of it. Applebloom was in heaven. Giggling softly for her crowd as she squirmed and wiggled with slow and playful movements for her audience. Babs was laughing her head off. Leaning back and shaking her torso as her toes and soles are subjected to the teasing.

 

Scoots squealed in laughfter, even at level 1. The soft nudging of tickling as small tendrils would coil around and tease between her toes was outright malevolent!

 

"WEEEEEhehehehahahah nooooohohho mercy!" She begged out to her devious financiers. Her feet clank together as they wiggled in her boots.

 

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The financiers wore self-satisfied smirks and grins of sinister glee. The very subject of their fascination in the compromising situation they had been yearning for. They allowed the treatment to run undisturbed for several minutes until they lowered the dial down to 0. If only briefly. To take joy in the brief respite and the adorableness of their newly acquired captive.

 

And brief it was, for not long after they turned down the setting that they decided on turning it up to 2. Taking care to note any changes in the intensity of Scootaloo’s reaction.

 

The other clusters of spectators went along admiring the spectacle that was each of their own respective beneficiaries. Hollering, cheering and jeering by whim and fancy, without inhibition to decent conduct or polite conduct. They were enjoying themselves more than they probably should have. Of that they were glad.

 

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Poor Scootaloo gasped and doubled down. She clenched her toes tightly within the strange boots. Setting two was still a massage setting and for a less tender-footed pony they'd be groaning and quivering in relaxation. For poor little Scoots it was still rather ticklish as the strange wiggling "things" at the soles of her feet push in slow and methodical circles. "Eeemwehehe please it tickles so much!" She said with such a giddy glee. Her eyes closed and her wings flapping behind her. Only on setting 2!

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The look of fervent expectancy in the crowed was rewarded by Scoot’s mirthful and frantic display. This accord was however brief as many made a mad scramble for the remote in an effort to dial it all the way up. After much delegation on what was to be done, and much persuasion against any upcoming attempts at a coup d'état, it was finally decided that the setting would be turned up gradually as before. First set to zero and then a single setting higher than the previous level of intensity. After tiering of Scoot’s current ‘performance,’ the remote was dialled down to zero briefly. Giving Scoot some brief respite from her ordeal.. only two then dial it up to 3!

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Scootallo watched as they argued and vayed for her torment. Some wanted to dial it all the way to max without mercy..some wanted to just keep it at one so prolong it. But it seemed the ultimate decider was on the slow and drawn-out progression of the toy. She looked down to those large shoes that hide how much her feet are wiggling, quivering and possibly blushing and sweating. It was hard to image what the things tickling and teasing her inside the shoes looked like as well.

 

It was when she got a small recreve that she looked to them all with those large, watered eyes. "P..please..show mercy on me...p.please." She begged..and then as it dailed to three she squealed out and arched her head back. "MEeeeewhehehe!"

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The licentious crowd did cry and cheer with joy for what was the very object of their most deviant desires, subjected to a treatment that they had only dreamt of witnessing. There was no pity in their eyes, only the look of a dark and fiercely insatiable appetite.. though few did feel, if only momentarily regret at the sight of those tears and cries for mercy. Alas, as before the dial was turned down to zero. And again turned up, this time to 4. The setting above mere massage.. tease.

 

This sequence went on for some time. The reaction escalating, an effort pushing Scootaloo to the brink of exhaustion. It seemed some hearts were moved by this exhibition and felt the uncomfortable tang that is regret. Lamenting the indecision over witnessing the current eventuality play out and saving poor Scoots from torment unending.

 

As with all groups in their varied pursuits, conflict was as inevitable as it was shortly realised. Over this brawl the remote passed between many hands. The dial was spun up and down, finally settling on the highest setting.. just as it was smashed to pieces leaving poor Scoots with the fright of her life.

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looked onto her captors. Tears of laughter started to well up on her eyes as she shook her head. For the tender footed kid pegasus..setting 4 was too much tickling. "MWheehehehheeh noohohoho!" She begged and shook and sweats and giggles and even starts to cry tears of laughter. Quite a sight to behold and quite a situation to find one self in. Of course it was the moment the remote was set to "F" and broken that she howled in agonized laughter. Shaking..pleading and squealing. Her little heart beating almost out of her chest. "MEEEHEHEHHAAHAHA NOOOOHOOHO I"M SORRY!" She cried out and with an adorable squeal..In about a minute she was a flustered wreak..squeals and screams of laughter that reach higher and higher until! ...she fell limp..the shoes still buzzing and tickling away..but she had fainted from excursion.

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Many things happened at once happened. Most ran so as to avoid being implicated in any way to someone collapsing, let along receiving a litigation. Those few that stayed behind tried to help Scootaloo out of her bonds and that dreaded equipment and taking her somewhere where she could recuperate from her ordeal. The other three members of the CMC however were left struggling in their own bonds realising that they didn’t put any failsafes into the enchantments that held them there. They worked out how to leave.. eventually.

 

 

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THE FORMULA

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They have one feather each to start with and you can add 20 with 100 bits. So:

 

10 bits to scoots. 3 feathers should break her.

20 bits to Babs. 5 will be enough to have her beg Uncle.

50 bits to Applebloom to buy a few brushes to work into her arches and between the toes to get her to really squeal.

20 bits to Sweetie to get soft feathers to drive her into a giddy squeal.

 

 

 

There is only so many places that can be tickled. And so many tools that can be used.

 

Let’s say for the sake of argument someone donate a million bits distributed between them, what would happen?

 

 

 

XD It would be capped..the intent is for silly fun. Not torturing them ..much.

 

:3 I would think when Scoots got the point of crying in laughter she'd be left out of the stocks.. probably. I doubt she would be left to pass out from overstimulation and shortness of breath.

 

In the original draft there was a formula and a coin count tracker for the more observant readers.

Would anyone want it edited back in if I ever get back to finishing off that story?

 

5 * [ToolRank + nCr(ToolRank, 2)] = CoinCount

5 * [1+ nCr(1, 2)] = 5

5 * [2+ nCr(2, 2)] = 15

5 * [3+ nCr(3, 2)] = 30

Etc.

 

Too calculate the Tickle ToolRank: (sqrt(5*(8*CoinCount+5))-5)/10 = ToolRank

Then round down to the smallest following integer with the floor command.

 

 

 

> √5*(√(8*C + 5) - √5)/10 = R

 

But do the numbers crunch?

 

>Feather-> Feathers-> brushes + exclusive prop -> Increased intensity + more props -> Le Epic Tier Tickle Tool.

 

Rank 0| 0 coins.

Rank 1| 5 coins.

Rank 2| 15 coins.

Rank 3| 30 coins.

Rank 4| 50 coins.

Rank 5| 75 coins.

Rank 6| 105 coins.

Rank 7| 140 coins.

 

That seems loosely consistent with the story. But is there a level cap?

 

 

Of course it would be capped..the intent is for silly fun. Not torturing them ..much.