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// Ending B: No Mercy 
// Story: Home Invasion: Private Party 
// by CardShark777 
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The disguised changeling grew and evil smile.
"No. Don't think it is."

"WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT?!"
The tired mare exclaimed in disbelief.

"You heard me sweetheart. I decide when it's over. And you, deary, aren't going anywhere." 
He grinned, ruthlessly brushing Pinkie's helpless hoofsies, making her scream more in between fits of uncontrollable laughter. 
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI'VE HAHAHAHAD EHEHEHENOHOHOUGH!" 
Pinkie begged him, kicking around in her restrainment like crazy. 

"Good." 
Is all he said, before opening one of the bags, which contained little forks, which scratched her tummy, as well as multiple toothbrushes, that roughly scrubbed her sides, hoofpits and anything that wasn't being tickled by the feather duster and pinwheels, robbing her of the ability to talk. 
"Nowhere to go. Your ticklish body is doomed to eternal tickles. The element of laughter will represent her element in an appropriate fashion." 
He teased, while mercilessly tickle torturing her entire body. Poor Pinkie could do absolutely nothing while feeling her body and hooves be toyed with and tormented. Though this still wasn't it. Card let the brush tickle her hooves with his magic, while he got something from under the table. It was an automated roller brush. He attached it to the stocks, so that the soles of her hooves were directly touching it after having removed the brush, before turning it on, making the fuzzy brush spin against Pinkie's ticklish hooves, sending her into crazy condition of no longer knowing what was real and what was not. 

Since the hooves were now tickled automatically, Card dug his claws into Pinkie's sides, which didn't really show any sort of difference anymore at this point. 

All this ticklish force combined was way too much for the super sensitive earthpony. So after not even four minutes, she passed out. 

Card stopped all tickling with a grin, feeling satisfied with his work. He unlocked the straps and stocks, taking the passed out party mare out of her seat and carried her back home. Upon arrival, Card set Pinkie back into her bed, tucked her in and left the house, feeling very happy from this beautifully devious session. He loves being an evil tickler. And for that reason, he goes back to his hideout and plans on who to torment next.