Tricksters
Once upon a time, reality hiccuped. In an instant, two universes became one, if only a little. In this case, the epicenter of this event was a lighthearted little world called Equestria.
Out of all the versions of said planet contained within the infinite multiverse, the two that were linked were almost similar in every way, excluding one key difference; the gender of the inhabitants were opposites. In the royal archives of both worlds, a neat, scientific document is sorted away in a large locker. The paper refers to this happening as “Event 63”, and neither world has been the same since, instrinsically linked by a series of arcane tears that litter the landscape of either Equestria. This is the short story of one such crossover tale…
“I must say, Ellie-dear, I do wonder how we even convinced him to surrender to this?” Rarity asked Elusive, flexing her finely manicured fingers in eager anticipation of what was to come.
“Ohh, it was no big deal, really, it wasn’t. After we orchestrated that little tickle fight between my boy and your pretty little woman,” the white stallion complimented the mare’s choice of life partner with a nod, “the silly pony-boy insisted be the “gentleman” and take the fall, although he won. You were there, Rarity, your Applejack was quite adamant about giving up after what she’d been, uhm… subjected to. But him, he walked right into it, he did… isn’t that right, sweetie?” Elusive cooed, gently stroking his boyfriend’s long, blonde hair. His female counterpart scowled at him for a brief second, shaking her head in remembrance for what was done to her second half to get her to break ten seconds ahead of her boy self.
Applejack was laying straight down on a long, padded table, heavy silken strips of cloth wrapped over his body, revealing nothing but his head, feet (the only part of his body still clothed, by heavy boots and woollen socks), and nether region, which already stood at attention due to the previous engagement with his female counterpart. It was quite the night, and pretty late into it. He did need a teeny bit of time to get over what she put him through, and then what they were both put through to decide the winner. Leave it to the Rarities to make simple kink so complex...
“Hmph, if I knew you two wenches were schemin’ the entire time, maybe I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all.” Applejack pouted, wriggling and testing the strength of his bonds, finding them airtight even with his considerable strength, even his fingers were curled into permanent fists. “If I didn’t know myself, I’da’ thought other-me was in on it too. Gah, this is gnarly.”
“Aww, but darling, this is simply a part of any healthy relationship. We all have our urges to relieve, do we not?” Elusive giggled, kissing his partner on the lips particularly deeply.
“Yeah, and that’s why I’m gonna spank your ass extra hard when we’re back home.” AJ retorted, causing both the devilish white unicorns to titter at the same time.
The two were wearing equal levels of clothing, loose and breezy, light in colour to avoid obvious stains. Rarity wore a pair lavender underpants and thigh high stockings, along with a slightly baggy sweater with nothing underneath, whereas Elusive was wearing a simple short sleeve t-shirt and jeans, opting to pad around barefoot in an attempt to tease his lover further. The male unicorn evened out on style by having a pair of small half-piece glasses perched nicely on his snout.
Gazing around the room, Rarity ticked off her mental checklist, not wanting to waste a valuable second. “Everything seems accounted for, so let us begin!”
Making his way over to the very obviously needy lewd area, Elusive began by sticking a series of small, soon to be vibrating objects to the length and its two partners everywhere that would evoke a delicious reaction. He kept his fingertips far enough away not to let the familiarity of that sensation do too quick a job.
“Hmph, surprised you’re even being THIS nice.” Applejack chuckled, looking forward to finally feeling some degree of release. What his… herself put him through was no joke. The contest was quite the brutal endeavor, and, in frankness, it was all rather justified that he step down. The state that mare left him in, it seemed unfair that he’d won. Honesty did come above all. He wasn’t that much of a horny slut. Someone else was, though...
Elusive giggled once more, looking at his boyfriend, who had just been thinking nasty things to call him. “Oh, we’re not. We’re only setting them on low, just a consistent, gentle, mayfly buzzing for you, dearest. Well, that - and this…”
The male unicorn ducked out of sight, Applejack’s head twisting back and forth in a vain attempt to see where he’d gone, until he felt an extremely weird feeling shoot up his body from below. Something was deposited in his posterior, a rather alien feeling indeed. The stallion gasped and scrunched his butt up a little, somehow not finding that alien presence all too uncomfortable.
“Lucky you, there’s a small hole in this table... for our female counterparts, heh.” Elusive grinned, waving a small remote back and forth.
“What the hay, Elusive? Y’know I don’t bottom. Nuh-huh, that’s YOUR job, you… butt slut!” Applejack protested, squirming in his bonds.
“Oh, lighten up, darling,” Rarity chimed in, while she was undoing the zippers on his boots, “He just wants to share the joys of… reverse stimulation that you grant him every night.” The mare winked knowingly.
“Tsk-tsk-tsk, don’t you dig any more of a grave than you already have, sweetie. I promise you’ll at least have SOME fun.” Said Elusive as he made his way down where Rarity was busying herself.
Undoubtedly one of their favorite parts, unwrapping their victim. Such a favorite in fact, they got Applejack to put his footwear back on before arriving. They just couldn’t pass it up. After both of them had wrangled off - very slowly, Elusive running a few seconds ahead of Rarity - a tight boot, remarkably synchronized sock pulling followed, leaving Applejack’s rather large, slightly sweaty boy feet stark naked.
“Mmmh, I love this part a little too much. I’d do more, but... we do have a lady present.” Elusive smiled, giving Rarity a pat on the back.
“Wheeheheee, yes yes, you’ll have ample time to indulge yourself with sniffs and licks and whatever else later, you dirty animal, you. First, though, we have to get down to the real business.” The white mare smiled as she wheeled over a stand with a rather large tray of intimidating looking equipment on it. “I’m so glad we pooled our toys together, makes it look that much threatening.”
Tough or not, Applejack winced when he saw the table tray, knowing all that maniacal wear was going to be applied to his feet. Despite wearing evidence of wear and tear, his large, wide feet were surprisingly warm and tender to the touch, containing a multitude of exploitable weakpoints. Sighing, and scrunching his toes tight, he prepared his mental fortitude with whatever was going to unfold. He wasn’t going to give them the joy of any additional complaints, or hopefully, a single lick of laughter.
Well, he was allowed to lie to himself.
“Hmm, let’s start with formula 12, the softening cream. The boy looks like he needs a bit of it.” Rarity observed, giving AJ’s peds a look over.
Elusive seemed ever so slightly ticked at that comment. “Are you insinuating I don’t properly maintain my beloved boyfriend’s feet?”
Rarity poked her tongue out. “No, I’m just saying they need a woman’s touch.”
“As far as I’m concerned, you’re both damn women. Move it or lose it!” Applejack playfully growled.
“Shush you, nothing but giggles and moans from you now,” Elusive teased, Applejack retorting by blowing a crude raspberry in his direction. “Fine, we’ll play it your way, Rari-dearie. I’ll follow your… expert lead.” The two white unicorns exchanged glares, momentarily giving the orange stallion a reason to be happy to be where he was, and not in front of one of those.
Both sets of white hands lathered themselves up, before touching down on the warm orange soles, massaging every inch. Applejack had no reservations about moaning loudly. His feet were usually overworked and sore, and his boyfriend’s professional massages always felt like a trip to Elysium, a state of absolute bliss, and this time, it was both feet at once. Two fancy fashionistas servicing him, he could get used to this. The guys back home got used to him huffing and moaning when El came by after the work day was over, so clearly nothing was impossible. Disregarding what was to come, of course, but AJ had to keep up his happy disposition, and it was a joyed one indeed.
“Ahhheheheee, he likes this, doesn’t he?” Rarity chortled, hands gliding down his arches, heels, the slippery, lithe fingers slipping between his toes, causing him to buck in his bonds ever so slightly - just invasive enough to no longer be a massage, but not going overboard either.
Elusive simply chuckled to himself, pressing down on every spot he knew that made his boyfriend dribble with pleasure. Like putty in his hands, each press sinking deeper and deeper into the orange field of achey muscle.
The oil not only softened, but removed any trace elements of dead skin, leaving Applejack’s soles silky smooth to the touch and glistening with oil. The wonders of magical lubricants.
“We’ll follow that up with… formula 8 and formula 9,” Rarity stated flatly, coating her hands in two more lots of liquid. She smiled ditzily to herself. “Ellie dear, do remind me to scrub and soap my palms before I, ahm… Depart. I am pretty sure all combining these does is enhance the effects, but… who knows. I’d trust our provider Twilight with chemical matters, but still… Ah, well, this is experiment day, after all.” Her grin turned to the mummified boy body.
Applejack raised his head, ears picking up that peculiar piece of news. “What?”
Elusive looked sheepish. “Oh, darling, I may have forgotten to tell you. Rarity suggested we use you as our test puppet. You’re bigger, stronger, more resillient, we need to test stuff out on somebody, and it’d probably drive the others… insane. We started going down this road with the losers of Flutterbutter and Sparkleshine pairs, but they lost it, bad. I don’t know who I feel worse for, Butterscotch or Dusky.”
“Yeah, this is for the good of our sexual relationships, mister Applejack. Besides, a big strong boy like you won’t be broken down by some simple tickles, no?” Rarity complimented, though not without reason. AJ knew her intent, to goad him into this as a test of manhood. Judging by the revelation of the secret between Dusk Shine’s extraordinary jitters one week ago and Butterscotch’s very raspy voice a few days prior to that, it really was going to be one. And now that he thought about it, the girl-Blitz, Rainbow Dash, was borderline white with rabid bloodshot eyes when they last met three days ago… That would be the one they didn’t experiment too much on, too… But then… Blitz was… oooh.
It worked. Laying his head back, he awaited the inevitable, gritting his teeth. For pride’s sake.
At least for now, the pleasurable feeling of oily massaging resumed, feeling more effective than ever, also regenerating any lost arousal. He always felt weirdly ashamed when he was aroused by things being done to him, as opposed to him doing things to others, but his mind still lingered on the changing sensations from below the ankles. AJ felt more sensitive to the touch, and any acclimation his nerves had gathered to the barrage of delicious sensations had disappeared. He was savvy enough to know what both meant.
“There, alll lathered up~” Rarity sung, seeming particularly pleased, prancing elegantly over to the tools. “Oh my, all these goodies decency couldn’t allow us to use before... I don’t even know where to start!”
Elusive grinned. “I do.”
And with that, he adjusted the knob on the remote, the gentle hum of the vibrators starting up, teasing the entirety of Applejack’s package.
Body going rigid, Applejack tensed as the vibrators did their job, teasing him, but not enough to bring him to finish. The one in his backside felt strange and new, but regrettably delightful, though he’d never admit it. It made him feel oddly full and satisfied, an almost comfortable feeling despite current circumstances. The fight between comfort and the discomfort of the realization of said comfort was quite the psychological encounter, indeed.
Either way, it was only mere seconds before the gentle bucking began.
“Mmm, perfect. Now let’s not waste anymore time. Lets get to tickling. We’ll start with… fingers first, as a control, as Twilight or Dusk would put it.” Rarity explained, Elusive surprisingly being willing to play along, for now. The two exchanged nasty looks, to which the mighty apple tree in the middle of the two parties rose by a nice inch.
Elusive’s fingers prodded and poked, fingertips sliding up and around AJ’s left foot, movements lubricated by the layers of oil. Rarity on the other hand - or foot - her manicured nails scratched firm and deep, gleefully gliding across every inch of tender skin, relishing in scratching the stems of his toes, a nasty spot his traitorous boyfriend pointed out.
His feet could barely wiggle, and the splaying of his toes only enabled horrible adventures to take place between them. He tried his absolute best not to laugh, spluttering, choking sounds erupting from his muzzle, spraying saliva into the air as he tried his best to shut his mouth, to not display such childish weakness, but given the circumstances, it was a futile effort, and the raucous laughter poured from his maw like honey, rich hooting and giggling that bordered on uncharacteristic, turning on all those present to hear it rather madly.
“You get to hear this on a regular basis? I’m almost jealous, Elusive. This would put me to sleep at night, surely.”
Elusive smiled and shook his head, fingers not lifting away from the deep muscle tickling he was applying by digging the point of his thumb into his lover’s arch. “Don’t you have your own Applejack to torment?”
“Yes, and her music is beautiful. But there’s something about this, the breaking down of a big, tough male that’s so… primally invigorating.”
The finger and nail assault lasted a luscious forty minutes or an approximation of that - nobody bothered to bring a timer over, Applejack didn’t seem the kind who could be teased out of their mind by torturing them with how long they have left (and then readjusting the timer once they were almost done (poor Dusky)). Even as they were done, however, an occasional finger still quickly whipped up his sole to make him yelp, to keep him on constant edge, much like his male parts.
“Oooh, let’s we try THESE!” Rarity beamed, holding up two rather daunting triple pronged scratcher objects, which had fast, rotating, hummy-buzzy tips. They looked too cruel to touch even a very needy back, let alone something more sensitive than that. It required unrepentant cruelty to use that on a living being.
“We really are the same person. Thank the stars for bringing us together.” Elusive patted Rarity on the shoulder in a moment of appreciative sentiment.
“Get a damn room youohohouuouwaihaihaitnonohohohoho heyhayhay stohohohophahahAHAHAHA I SAID FUHUHACKING STOP HEEEEEEHEEEE—“ Applejack howled out as they cut his retort short, digging the scratchers straight into the center of his arches, turning them on, the diggy points twisting his sensitive skin just a little to make it tickle beyond reason, the slick oil preventing any friction injury.
Elusive pried the toes back on his right foot, as Rarity scraped the fork all the way down his taut sole, causing yet more inane, feral howling. It was the most horrible feeling he had ever experienced, and yet, he was hornier than ever, the multitude of buzzing things driving him mad combined with the sensations scratching him raw.
Sweat was flicked from his hair as his head spun from side to side, doing anything to try and lessen the sensations plagueing his feet. Even his firm heels weren’t safe, the twisty, turny metal points scraping away at any hypothetical defense he had left. Throughout what felt like hours, and likely wasn’t that little time at all even in reality, every single bit of his soles was left pulverized, and then even tiny portions of the tops, too.
But the worst was yet to come. As if linked by some psychic connection, both unicorns wrangled his toes far back with magical string hooking to seemingly no visible fixed point, his feet now stretched firm and vulnerable, taut like a drum, now without a wrinkle. To follow it up, a long swipe down the stems of his toes starting from the toepads themselves made him screech like a banshee, voice going far beyond its normal octaves. He was already in tatters.
“Still hasn’t come yet... My oh my, you must have to take a lot of pounding before he’s done every night.” Rarity teased Elusive, who was rubbing the own considerable bulge in his pants after looking at just how needy his boyfriend was.
“…I could do with it right now, to be completely honest.” Elusive admitted, blushing fiercely, imagining his partners very respectable length pleasing him as it always did.
“Now-now, don’t you lose your nerve. We still have tools to test.” Rarity reminded. “Unless you want to volunteer instead.”
Elusive shook his head, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “No no no, let’s… keep at it. You get the next stage ready, I’ll… go talk with him for a bit.”
Rarity nodded, fiddling with her tool tray. Elusive padded over to where Applejack’s head was resting. “Hanging in there, sweetie?”
AJ swallowed, piecing his sanity back together. “Yeah… yeah, I’m… hhhfff... fine. Should be… hooh. Should be taking it a bit easier on ol’ me now anyway, mmm, hon?” His teary eyes were pleading. The big, sweaty boy was just like a puppy dog.
Elusive’s heart almost melted, before he remembered exactly why he was here. “Actually, no. We’re going to make this even worse! Remember that time you had me all stocked up in the barn? You said you were veeery horny that night, and I wanted to please you so badly…” Elusive recounted, finger idly dragging around AJ’s bandaged chest. “You had my feet restrained perfectly. You are quite good at tying, aren’t you?.. Oh, and then… came the session of a lifetime~”
The orange stallion received a playful peck on the lips.
“You… licked them, nibbled them, spanked them, rubbed ice cubes over them…” The unicorn, blushing very unabashedly and grinning rather hard, dove in on his lover’s face, their snouts colliding. “Melted wax over them. Scrubbed them cleeean. Then? Spread ~itching powder~ all over then. Then, when I simply couldn’t cry anymore, you scrubbed them clean again. Then, you rubbed yourself right off on them. And then tickled me another good half an hour. I. Was. Broooken. Mewling!.. You were so rough that night, and I never forgot it. Now it is time for my revenge, Applejack-dear. You had to have knooown...”
“Heh, hey now! Hoooh… Holy damn… You agreed… agreed to all of that, remember? Why, your pervy butt all but—” the orange stallion took a second to breathe in, still just a tad worn out. “—goaded me into half o’ that. You just forgot afterwards cause you were driven nutty. You WANTED to experience all of that… nasty… auuuooohhh… stuff!” Applejack pleaded.
“Come now, dearest. You’re the Element of Honesty, I can tell when you’re lying - though I will admit, today you’re doing a surprisingly good job of it,” stated Elusive as he tied another strip of cloth around AJ’s muzzle, effectively gagging him, before sliding a thick, dark blindfold over his panickingly bulging, adorably distressed eyes. “Now, you’re the one that’s going to be broken. Howl for your love~”
Snapping his fingers, the once white bandages all over Applejack’s body were now seethrough, giving Elusive a satisfying look at Applejack’s fit, trembling, sweaty posterior. Laying there, unmoving, refusing to retreat from the tortures heaped upon it. Just the way it was meant to be.
"All done, Ellie-dear? Let us get this done, I really need a lady’s time out, sooner rather than later...” Rarity whined, fingering a rough piece of string between her fingers.
“What is that, anyway? That wasn’t part of my kit,” Elusive asked, picking his own weapon of choice.
“Oh, this is something Pinkie made for me. Now, as you see - that’s a plain piece of string, quite a nice shade of red, but! It’s rough, it’s fuzzy, and, oh, the best is that it heats up as you use it! Drag it between a set of aidless toes, and the victim is a deliciously uncomfortable, hot, sweaty disaster. Tee-hee!.. It even glows red— Say, I don’t recognize what it is that you are holding there, either.”
“It’s a fine coincidence. This here would be a specialized set of pinwheels - they tickle madly, as they do, but this particular set you can imbue with powders and lathers and what have you. And, from memory - oosh, my memory’s correct - there is quite a heap of itching powder on this one. A nasty sensation in each torturous wake,” Elusive explained, having spinned the wheel with his finger, the imposing objectlighting up with a green aura. “Fittingly, Bubble Berry made it for me… somehow.”
“They find a way, don’t they, our pink friends. I cannot wait until they come around to the challenge. Ah, but, look at me rambling on. Let us… make apple juice, as it were!” Rarity clapped her hands excitedly.
First, the thread was looped between all his restrained toes, the scratchy string already making him squirm, followed by the pinwheels being pushed up against both wide arches.
And so it begun. Rarity gently eased the cord through the trembling orange toes, the red aura getting brighter and brighter. It snaked its way through Applejack’s weakest points, causing a loud, muffled “MMMFFF!” sound to echo against the walls.
Elusive followed suit, the pinwheels beginning their steady roll up and down the taut soles. AJ was weakest to tickling with firm, diggy impact, and this was exactly that, the points prodding his flesh, causing yet more muffled howls of wild abandon.
“Your boyfriend is so deliciously ticklish. Ohh, I hope he can hear this, coochy-coochy-coooo~”
“Mmm, of course he can hear you, even if he is... busy feeling everything we do to his poor ticklish feetsies. So tender and soft, not like a farmboy at all, oh no. Tickletoy, tickletoy, AJ is a tickletoy~”
Both unicorns sung their respective song that never ended, going on and on for an album’s worth, further adding insult to injury. Insult plus injury was insanity.