//------------------------------// // Ticklish Pony Resources CH 9 P1 // Story: Special Experience Files (volume 8) // by keithsterling //------------------------------// Strapped to the X-shaped restraining board chair in a secret room now called the tickle torture chamber in the sub-basement of the Canterlot Trade Center was a beautiful exhausted light mulberry colored Alicorn mare with dark sapphire blue, moderate purple, and brilliant rose streak mane and tail drench with her sweat. Her slender and athletic 5ft 5in equine figure was in a bright white underwire bra and classic panties. Her long, muscular Alicorn legs, from her calves to the nylon fabric around her toned ankles, were bare. Amazingly, a pair of black Liz Claiborne mare's Harvey high heel pumps with three-inch stiletto heels were still on her magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten and one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet. Surprisingly, her black floral lace sheer thigh-high stockings still covered her light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet inside her pumps. And folded on her back were her droopy, soft, mulberry-colored, moderate-sized feather bird wings. This light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare was chief pony resources officer Twilight Sparkle for Dayspring Corporation. "Oh, by the sun's mercies! I beg you…No! Justice, I beg you, stop tickling me!” Twilight said in a weakened, desperate voice as my dark blue five-fingered hands continued tickling her bare calves, causing this Alicorn mare to buck and squirm as I scrambled my fingers from the back of her legs to the front as she screamed with laughter with each ticklish stroke. "Oh, but Miss Sparkle, I still have two more places to tickle on this Alicorn mare's body…those two places are worse for you…especially with your nerve endings in the rest of your body so sensitive…And I believe you know the two parts I am referring to. Because I left them unmolested for this long, concentrate on the other parts of your body….protecting the sensitive soles inside your shoes and stockings. But it is time to molest those parts." I said evil as Twilight's facial muscles twitched nervously, knowing what parts of her body were left that were worse for her. “Nooohohohoho!! N-n-not my Feeheeheeheeheet!!! Eeeheehahahaha!!!" Twilight protested out of habit rather than actual complaint, watching me move closer and closer to her horribly ticklish nylon-clad soles and toes. Twilight's moderate violet-purple eyes dart maniacally about, picking objects out of the gloom in Tickle's torture chamber as her Alicorn body sweated profusely. A cold chill ran up Twilight's spine, hearing the zippers on the back of her heels coming undone and the sound of scratching of leather against her sheer stocking-clad bare feet as they were removed. There was a soft click as I pressed a small button next to the fetter locked around her toned ankle; as tired as Miss Sparkle was, I took no chances, wrapping my arm snuggly around her thigh as I used the tips of my fingers to ease the sheer stocking up her foot to her toes. Once the fabric bunches up on her toes, I bite on reinforced toes, yanking it off her foot. I could taste the nylon fabric and her sweat on my tongue as I spit the stocking onto the ground before locking her ankle back in fetter. I did the same with her other foot until her feet were bare. Sitting locked in the fetters on the X-shaped restraining board footrest were a magnificent pair of slender, lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch-long, light purple, Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The arches on both her feet had exquisitely shaped curves that gently bent on her feet. That led into a symmetrical oval ball of her feet, which on the other end of her arches led into flowing round heels. The most prominent feature on her feet was her longer big toes and the well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slant of her remaining toes. On the end of her feet were shapely long toe stems topped with her ten well-proportioned beautiful, elegant toes; each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with satin finished emerald green nail polish. I was taken aback by the creamy, smooth, light purple soles that quickly wrinkled when she scrunched her toes down before smoothing out once again when she straightened them. Twilight let loose a weak squeal as I traced the contours of her exquisitely shaped curved arch with the tip of my finger. A cobalt blue magically created fan brush popped into existence as I was about to feather stroke the symmetrical oval ball of her foot to slowly build her laughter. The alarm sounded. “Time is up, Twilight," I said as Twilight's light purple longer big toe and well-proportioned tiny toes at a forty-five-degree downward slanted angle curled and wiggled with disappointment. “All ready! You were about to start on my barefeet Justice. The part of my body I enjoy the most of all.” Twilight said, dissatisfied, as I pressed a button on the X-shaped restraining board chair, releasing all the padded cuffs holding Twilight to the chair. "You know the rules, Twilight…I can only tickle you for a few hours before releasing you." I explained as I lifted her barefeet up in my hand, allowing me to caress her feet, feeling how silky smooth her feet are naturally. "I must say, Twilight…your Egyptian-shaped light purple barefeet are quite silky smooth," I said, impressed as I cupped her flowing round heel in one hand and cradled her five well-proportioned beautiful, elegant toes with satin finished emerald green nail polish in my other hand. I brought that foot up in front of my snout and gently pushed down on her toes, causing her sole to wrinkle with her perfect creases across her light purple silky smooth skin now revealed. I brought my tongue out of my mouth and leisurely ran it from her heel to the ball of her foot, causing Twilight to moan and giggle as the revealed creases made her foot more ticklish. “To think Justice…if my slender stiletto heels on my ankle-high open-toed dress sandal boots didn't get stuck in that grate in the back parking lot of Canterlot Trade Center, you would have never learned that the Chief Pony Resources officer really enjoy having her horribly ticklish feet played with," I explain as I offer my other foot to him so he could lick it. (Several months earlier) It was a pleasant, warm Saturday afternoon in downtown Los Ungulas. Walking down the hallway from her office on her way to the rear parking lot was a lovely light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare with dark sapphire blue, moderate purple, and brilliant rose streak mane and tail. Her slender and athletic 5ft 5in equine figure was attired in a pink floral print Evan-picone sleeveless fit and flare dress. The dress's hemline hit her long, muscular Alicorn legs just pass her knees. On her magnificent pair of slender, lengthy, and one-third-long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet were black lace-up, ankle-high, open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels. Peeking out the opening in front of the shoes were her longer big toes and her well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slanted remaining toes painted with crème finished green-toned turquoise toenail polish. Folded on her back was her light mulberry-colored moderate-sized feather bird wings. Across her well-defined bosom was a maple brown colored Liz Claiborne penny cross-body bag with all her personal belongings, and her five-finger hand was wrapped around the handle of a small briefcase. This light mulberry-colored Alicorn mare was chief pony resources officer Twilight Sparkle for the Dayspring Corporation. She came to work on Saturday to refile several personnel files that her over-caffeinated assistant had put in the wrong file cabinets the week before. ‘I finally identified all the wrong personnel files that my assistant misfiled after drinking too much coffee that day…It was quite a pain in my tail to refile them in the correct cabinet.' I thought as the stiletto heels on my boots click-clacked over the blacktop of the rear parking lot of the Canterlot Trade Center. I was keenly aware of that small grate in the middle of the parking lot because several other mare employees got their heels stuck in the small holes in the grate as they walked over it and didn't mind taking their heels off and walking barefooted after free their heels from the holes. But that day, walking barefooted wearing ankle-high lace-up sandal boots was not an option for me, and I completely forgot about it, getting my stiletto heels stuck in the tiny holes. "Huh! Dammit, I can't free my stiletto heels from this blasted grate!" I let out a strangled cry, trying to free my stuck stiletto heels, which were futile as the more I moved, the tighter it got. "Help! Help! Help! I am stuck!" I called, forgetting it was Saturday afternoon and no other pony was at the Canterlot Trade Center. After trying several times to free myself from the grate, my stomach contracted to a tight ball, figuring I would remain stuck in this grate till Monday morning or go to work untying the laces to free myself. My face flushed with happiness when I saw a car drive into the parking lot; I waved my arms frantically, trying to get the driver's attention. To my surprise, it was Chief Marketing Officer Justice Silverlight; I knew Justice casually since he was hired by Chief Operating Officer Cadence Sparkle Aperture, my sister-in-law. Being the Chief Pony Resources Officer for the Dayspring Corporation, Justice has to come to me to find the personnel for the numerous advertising campaigns he and Chief Creative Officer Emerald Luster put together for clients. "What happened Twilight? How did you end up like this?" Justice asked me as he helped me free my heels from the grate. “Just bad luck, Justice…but better luck when you arrived, and thank you," I said gratefully, unaware that Justice was looking at my barefeet through the opening on my lace-up sandal boots. 'By the sun, Twilight has magnificent Egyptian-shaped light purple barefeet, and that crème finished green-toned turquoise toenail polish really compliments her slender barefeet.’ Justice thought, looking at her magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten and one-third inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet in her black lace-up ankle-high open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels protecting her feet. "Oh, dear Twilight…Let me check your feet…it looks like something is wrong with them." Justice exclaimed as I gave a start of surprise Justice kneeled down on the ground at my shoed feet. I couldn't help, but my pupils dilated as Justice probed every opening in my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet with his fingers. I let out an elated yelp, and I stifled a heavenly giggle after the week I had my tootsies screaming for them to be played with, and the shoes I had on were the perfect vessel to make that happen. I quickly regained my composure from some pony touching my sensitive feet inside my sandal boots, even though I was immensely enjoying the attention. I wanted it to be in a more private setting where my shoes could be unlaced and removed from my barefeet. And not in the middle of a parking lot from every pony to see. "Mr. Silverlight! What gives you the right to touch the feet of a mare!? Without first asking for her permission!?" I said, pretending to be annoyed as it quickly got Justice's attention. As he was about to mount a rebuttal, I placed two of my fingers on his lips, and it was at that time he figured out that I was faking being annoyed. And I enjoyed him touching my feet through my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed heeled sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet. "You don't know if the mare likes having her feet touched? (With a smile) But in my case, I just love to have my feet touched." I explained to Justice as my stiletto heels resumed click-clacking over the blacktop of the rear parking lot, heading back toward the Canterlot Trade Center building. As we made our way through the empty hallways of the second-floor dark brown cocoa waterproof laminate flooring of the art department located in the Canterlot Trade Center building, Justice told me that the only reason he was on the way to the office was to pick up a portfolio that his friend Chief creative officer Emerald Luster forgot at work and needed for a presentation later today. "Well, Twilight, would you sit on that sofa on the right side of my office. Why I phone Emerald? That will tell me how long I have to play with your lovely feet.” Justice asked as he gestured me to the sofa on the right side of his office. My face was flushed with happiness hoping he had a long time to play with my feet after he spoke to his friend Emerald. I watched with Bated breath him talk on his cell phone to his friend Emerald; his stoic features never betrayed his emotions. My heart pumped spastically in my chest, trying to anticipate how long he had to play with my feet. "Well, Miss Sparkle (walking over to the sofa)…It looks like I (scratching under her chin) have rest this afternoon and early evening to play with your feet, Twilight." Justice explained that feeling airborne fills my Alicorn body and that he has that much time to play with my feet. "Shall we get started, Twilight," Justice said as I nodded. After he sat down on the sofa, I rested my shoed feet on his lap. I watched in amazement; with no effort, he quickly unlaced my black lace-up ankle-high open-toed heeled sandal boots with nine-inch stiletto heels on my feet. He defiantly pulled my boots off my feet, haphazardly, tossing them on the floor of his office. My moderate violet-purple eyes glinted with pleasure and revealed on his lap were my magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet. The arches on both my feet had exquisitely shaped curves that gently bent on my feet. That led into the symmetrical oval ball of my feet, which on the other end of my arches led to my flowing round heels. The most prominent feature on my feet was my longer big toes and well-proportioned forty-five-degree downward slanted remaining toes. On the end of my feet were shapely long toe stems topped with my ten well-proportioned, beautiful, elegant toes; each toenail was beautifully trimmed and shaped painted with crème finished green-toned turquoise polish. He was taken aback by my creamy, smooth, light purple soles that easily wrinkled. I scrunch my toes down before smoothing out again when I straighten them. “Huh?” I exclaimed a bit puzzled as Justice took hold of my slender five-fingered hand in his and gently brought me to my feet. “Twilight those magnificent pair of slender and lengthy ten-and-one-third-inch long light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet of yours…They are just too gorgeous to tickle while lying on a sofa. I have something else planned for them." Justice said affectionately as my light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet pip-pops over his office's dark brown cocoa waterproof laminate floor as he walked me to center of the room. "Oh? You do, Mr. Silverlight? May I know your plans for my horribly ticklish feet?" I said, thrilled as the laminate floor of his office began to arouse me as my bare soles treaded over it. A sudden spurt of adrenaline coursed through my Alicorn mare veins when Justice snapped his fingers, transforming his office into an odd-looking workshop. Along the workshop's walls was a long wooden table with various objects. I gasped, and my bare soles felt porcelain tile beneath my feet, replacing the laminate flooring. The pip-pops of my light purple Egyptian-shaped bare feet were more pronounced on the tile floor as he gave me a small tour of this new room. He finished my tour in front of a long rectangular glass aquarium, lying motionless on the bottom of the tank with numerous robotic beetles. I noticed right away, hanging from the top of the tank, two leather ankle cuffs. I figured that the feet would dangle a few inches above the robotic beetles, but for what purpose, I didn't know. "You noticed Twilight, the leather ankle cuffs on the tank," Justice commented as I shook my head yes. "These robotic beetles…I call them tickle beetles…I lock the magically severed feet of the victim in the ankle cuff…My little babies only activate when they sense the body heat coming off magically severed feet dangling above them…once activated, they swarm the feet and begin to discharge short electric pulses into the victim's feet. This causes the owner of the feet to laugh as electric pulses stimulate the nerve endings within the feet." Justice explains as my moderate violet-purple eyes are haunted by some inner anxiety, knowing that if my magically severed feet are placed in a tickle beetle tank, I would be screaming with laughter as my feet are horribly ticklish.