- >Did you hear that right?
- >It sounded a lot like she said she wanted to be tickled
- >As much as you'd like to dive right in, she's probably expecting you to ask why
- "Why?"
- >"When you tickled me before I could feel my body start to move on its own. I-I think that it was fighting the paralysis."
- >Her voice is trembling, it must be pretty painful to ask someone to tickle you
- "It's worth a shot"
- >"Okay, just...don't do it too hard okay? Like, start out lightly."
- >Looking past your instinct to make a sex joke, you position yourself over Sweetie
- >Your legs on either side of her, you straddle on her thigh area
- >Leaning forward, you make the univerisally recognized tickling gesture to warn her
- "You sure you want me to?"
- >"Y-yes, just please please please be gentle!" She shuts her eyes tight, bracing herself
- >You take that as your cue to dig in
- >Lowering your hands onto her belly, you make delicate wriggling motions into her sides
- >It's like kneading warm dough
- >You keep your eyes focused on Sweetie's expression, which is still scrunched up stubbornly
- >The edges of her lips are twitching violently, and you can feel her flesh spasm under your fingers
- >You've fulfilled your promise of starting off light, you think
- >Your finger wriggling speeds into rapid kneading and occasional grabbing
- >The light fabric of her shirt assists your fingers' sliding motions
- >Her whole abdomen is shuddering from the sensory overload
- >The laughter threshold is crossed now, Sweetie can't contain herself
- >You hear some noises that slightly resemble words, but they're drowned out by laughter
- >You continue to torment her belly for a while, expanding your area of focus
- >Sweetie's head shakes in agony along with her laughter, while all her belly can do is quiver
- >You'd feel terrible if she hadn't asked for it
- >After about a minute you notice her breathing becoming labored
- >Her cheeks are a light red and you can see tears forming in her eyes
- >Sweetie gasps for air a while after you stop
- >Her incoherent babbling begins to make more sense
- >"Stop...Anon...I don't think...It's working..."
- >Whoops
- >She asked for it
- "It's only been a few minutes."
- >"I could never stand a few -seconds- of tickling!"
- "I think it was starting to work, just give it time."
- >This was way too much fun, you can't stop now
- >You adjust your position so that you're straddling Sweetie's ankles
- >"A-Anon, Anon, please don't! I-I'm too ticklish, let's just wait it out!"
- >You give her socked foot a light scratch
- >Sweetie gasps, but her foot stays completely still
- >She stops begging and braces herself, quietly whimpering
- "The spell has lasted a long time, even under such resistance. So on the bright side, you're a powerful
- sorceress."
- >"Oh, great...That'll come in handy when I desperately need to embarrass myse-"
- >She's cut short by another gasp as you slide a sock off
- >You reach for the second one and slowly peel it off, appreciating the moment
- >Sweetie's already giggling
- "I haven't even started yet."
- >"I can't hehehehelp it! It t-tickles!"
- >You glide your hands up and down Sweetie's soles
- >This girl was obviously incredibly pampered, her feet were soft as marshmallows
- >Her toes were painted the same color as her hair
- >You slid your fingers through her toes, just to feel how soft and smooth they were
- >Sweetie is fruitlessly clenching her teeth, trying to stifle her giggling
- >As your hands explored her feet in worship, you could feel them quiver ever so slightly
- >Maybe this actually was working
- >You glide your fingertips from heel to toe on each foot to test the waters
- >A terrified yelp emits from Sweetie
- >And you thought her belly was ticklish
- >You continue this light fingertip tickling, letting your fingers move independently now
- >Already Sweetie is roaring with laughter, occasionally yelping when you hit a particularly tender spot
- >She isn't trying to plead anymore, as if she has accepted her fate
- >You incrementally increase your finger's speed, frequently turning your head to Sweetie
- >Her face is still an adorable shade of red, eyes tightly shut as she laughs
- >Sweetie's creamy soles felt amazing on your fingers
- >It was time to stop being so nice
- >Using your fingernails now, you begin to erratically spider tickle Sweetie's immobile feet
- >You focus on her toes, which are unclenched and vulnerable due to the paralyzasis
- >The flesh between her toes is ever softer than her soles, not seeing as much attention
- >Sweetie is in hysterics after this, shrieking and hiccuping between laughter
- >She may have been telling the truth
- >Maybe she really is -too- ticklish
- >Regardless, you continue to torment her
- >You aren't keeping time, but your fingers are beginning to slip and slide on her soles
- >She's really starting to sweat now, this is taking a lot out of her
- >Her laughter is quiet now though, probably from lack of air
- >You slow your fingers down, methodically tickling the most ticklish areas you've discovered
- >As you get near her toes again, you can feel them clamp down on your fingers
- >Not that it stopped you from tickling
- >Wait
- >Her toes clenched
- "Sweetie, it worked!"
- >As if she didn't know
- >You know you should stop, but the fact that her feet were struggling made it even cuter somehow
- >Her feet are rapidly flexing and clenching as you wriggles your fingers into her sole's wrinkles
- >But you have served your purpose, and you reluctantly stop and climb off
- >Her legs instinctively shoot towards her body
- >She sits up, clenching her knees to her chest, panting and gasping
- >Tears are streaming down her face before she attempts to wipe them up
- >Here comes the guilt
- "S-sorry."
- >"Thank you for doing that, Anon." She says between whimpering
- >What?
- "For torturing you?"
- >"For volunteering to be a test subject, then helping me fix my mistake!" She says as if it were obvious
- >She's giggling again, this time seemingly at your expense
- >Her voice is shaking (as well as the rest of her) and a little hoarse
- "Oh. I-...Yeah, I guess."
- >She leaps toward you, hugging you and knocking you down onto the mattress
- >You feel affectionate nuzzling on your chest
- >You're not sure what to do, so you just pat her back
- >After Sweetie calms herself down and makes her face presentable, you both walk back downstairs
- >The room is tinted orange from the sun setting
- >You were tickling her longer than you thought
- >The purple haired lady is still in the same spot, looking a bit more disheveled
- >"Anon's leaving, Rarity!" Sweetie calls out
- >"Oh! Yes, of course, g'bye dear!"
- >You wave goodbye
- >Did she not hear all of Sweetie's laughter?
- >Maybe this kind of thing happened often
- >You stand at her doorstep, receiving one more hug
- >She detaches herself reluctantly
- >"We should do this again some time!" She chirps enthusiastically
- >You just not and start to walk away
- >A thought stops you
- "Wait, the spells or the tickl-..."
- >Her door is already closed
- >You guess you'll find out the answer eventually
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