>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