>5:00 A.M.
>It was time to awaken the horse of solar buttocks.
>After your antics of tickling Luna, the lunar princess had decided to give you to her sister.
>You knew Luna enjoyed it. Those laughs meant something.
>Even the guards thought she liked it.
>But Luna denied enjoying your tickle time.
>So be it.
>Perhaps Celestia would be more willing to show her enjoyment?
>Nonetheless, for the past few days, you've been preparing for good old-fashioned sun tickles, just like with her sister.
>Around the castle, there was a title that you had been bestowed with for your tickles: "The Pony Pincher".
>Granted, tickling was more your forte, but it worked.
>What was it about tickling that was so great anyways?
>It had always been something you'd done to ponies around here.
>A case worth investigating one day, possibly, but now wasn't the time to dawdle on that.
>You had a sun princess that needed tickling.
>Luckily, Luna hadn't taken away the chains you used to keep her on the bed last time, so there was no need to worry about restraining Celestia.
>Reaching the sunhorse's chambers, the guards gave you their usual curt nod, and let you into the room.
>In contrast to Luna's bedroom, Celestia had a brighter place to sleep in, which helped when it came to walking around the room.
>Like with her sister, you hid the cuffs and chains in the closet, since it was rarely used.
>After digging for a little bit, the chains came out with a few rattles and clinks, but nothing loud enough to awaken Celestia.
>She turned in her bed, mumbling in her sleep.
>She was so unprepared for this tickling onslaught she was about to face.
>You walked over to the side of her bed, and lifted one of her hooves up, putting one of the cuffs around it.
>Her sleeping form didn't stir.
>You continued on to her hind legs, and chained up her back hooves before reaching her last hoof.
>It wiggled in her sleep, flopping from side to side.
>It was cute.
>And very ticklish looking.
>The last hoof was chained, and now, she lay on her back, unable to move.
>It was time.
>The blankets were lifted off of her.
>Your index finger pointed outwards, and probed her sides.
>She giggled slightly, but her eyes remained shut.
>Crank it up.
>The side prodding is accompanied by your other finger tracing around her belly, in hopes that her tummy was as sensitive as her sister's.
>You felt her stomach jiggle as she giggled a bit more, her eyes opening this time to see what was causing this ticklish feeling.
>Her eyes met you.
>"Anonymous, what are you doing?"
"It's five o' clock, princess."
>She yawns. "Already? I thought it'd be a bit longer."
>She attempts to get up, but finds that she is bonded to her bed.
>"Anonymous, why can't I move?" she asked, an accusatory tone in her voice.
"I chained you to your bedposts. Oopsie."
>She tries to struggle out of her bonds, but finds that she is unable to break free.
>Then she notices your fingers dancing around her body.
>"Why are you mildly fingering my bod-EE!" she suddenly shouts, you having just passed over her belly button.
>A wide, devilish grin spreads on your face.
>She is ticklish in the same spot as Luna.
>You poked her in the navel again, and rubbed your finger around at a slow pace, teasing the now quivering princess.
>"A-Anonymous, please, stop. You, heheh, d-don't know what you're doing."
"Actually, I do, princess. I am going to tickle you."
>"B-but, you don't understand," she manages to say in between giggles.
"I don't understand what?" you rhetorically ask, lazily tracing your finger around her belly button.
>"I-I don't like to b-be tickled."
"Oh, REALLY?" Your finger dived right back into her navel, and started its vigorous assault.
>"N-n-no! Ahahaha! P-please-"
>Your hands move from her belly to her sides, and begin to rapidly wiggle, effectively tickling the princess.
>She laughs uproariously, her hooves violently shaking, causing the chain restraints to rattle.
>"An-An-AnonyMOUS!"
>It was always fun to make them change pitch in the middle of their sentences.
>The princess is powerless against you, tears beginning to form in her eyes as you move from her chest, to her belly, to her sides.
>But while rapidly prodding and tickling her, you realized something: your fingers were getting tired.
>It'd be a real shame to end the fun now, wouldn't it?
>Your hands leave her body, and she breathes deeply, trying to catch her breath.
>Her coat is already matted with sweat, which was a little odd, considering your assault had lasted only a few minutes.
>"Are...are you done?" she managed to ask in between breaths.
>Your response was to walk over to her right wing, quickly pluck a feather, and grin at her.
"No."
>In a flash, you take her nearest hoof and brush the feather on it quickly, eliciting even more laughter from her.
>"S-STOP! PLEA-HE-HE-HEASE!"
>Her cries only increased your efforts to tickle the poor, defenseless princess.
>When it got boring to tickle just this hoof, you moved on to the next one on her hind leg.
>Your feather lightly brushed up on the surface of the hoof, and caused her to struggle a good amount.
>"Anonymous...have mercEEE!"
>The feather dashed up and down the hoof, making the princess shake and pound on the bed more in an attempt to escape her ticklish doom.
>The next hoof was conquered, as was the next, each falling within the second.
>Tears had long since rolled down her face, dark lines visible from her eyes and downwards on her cheeks.
>There was a moment of silence, sans the princess' heavy breathing, once the feather left her hoof.
>"Hah...hah...is that it?"
>At this point, it was foolish to ask.
>You raised the feather high into the air, and pointed it right above her belly button.
>Her pupils shrunk in fear.
>"Oh no."
"Oh yes."
>"Please, Anonymous. ANYTHING but that!"
>The descent was slow, suspenseful, and exciting.
>The sunhorse's constant pleas fell on deaf ears as you savored the thought of the payoff.
>The feather made contact with her umbilical scar.
>It was in that moment that you noticed something about Celestia.
>Her face was very flushed, and she looked like she REALLY enjoyed this.
>Hm...maybe it's just the look of another satisfied customer?
>The feather wiggled slowly.
>Then rapidly.
>This was enough to make Celestia bellow louder than previously heard.
>"ANON-ANON-ANONYMOUS!"
>The chains rattled loudly as she tried her absolute hardest to escape them.
>It was a pointless effort.
>Oddly though, you swore you could hear pleasured moans under those chains.
>The feather danced in her navel, but the princess suddenly froze up for a moment as you tickled her.
>"I-I-AHHHH!"
>Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and the blush on her face was heavy.
>Her outburst caused you to stop.
>It was unlike anything you had heard before.
>You investigated her body to see if maybe she had hit herself somewhere, and came across something peculiar when reaching her hind legs.
>Now, even though you admittedly were sometimes turned on by these ponies, you actually had no idea how their genitals worked.
>Her vagina seemed to be opening and closing, almost as if it were winking.
>The area all around her lips was soaked, and the sheets were as well.
>Your mouth moved to make words, but nothing came out until a moment later.
"Did I just...make you pee yourself?"
>The princess refused to answer, breathing heavily.
>This may have gone too far.
>Deciding enough was enough, you quickly uncuff her hooves and move to the top of the bed to speak with the princess.
"So uh...whatever it is I did...sorry."
>After a moment of labored breathing, she spoke.
>"Ah-Anonymous...it's okay. It's me who's at fault."
>She rolled off of her bed and stood on her hooves to address you.
>"Anonymous...I need you to do something for me."
>You lean in close to listen.
"Yeah?"
>"Do it again."
>That was an unexpected answer.
"Wait, what?"
>"Next week. I need you to do this again. Please."
>Never before had a pony actually requested for you to tickle them.
"But what about your sheets?"
>"My servants will take care of them. Please. Again. Same day, next week."
"I...uh...okay?"
>She smiled blissfully and licked her lips.
>"Good."
>The conversation ended as she turned around to go to her private bathroom to spruce up for the day.
>Her vagina still "winked" as she walked.
>The oddly arousing sight ended once she closed the bathroom door behind her, leaving you confused at what you had just-
>Oh wait.
>She had a tickle fetish.
>Now you got it.