Fire and Lightning
Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes, waking up groggy and confused. The last thing she remembered was she was wishing Rainbow Dash good luck in the professional sky-fliers competition, and as she was walking back home, everything went fuzzy.
As her mind started to wake up, she squinted and looked around. The room was dimly lit, but it certainly didn’t look familiar.
The confusion grew to a panic as she realized not only was she stripped completely naked, but she was bound up in some sort of metallic contraption.
Her arms were locked behind her back, forcing her chest and hips forward. Her legs were forcibly spread apart, put in a kneeling position, though from her lower thighs down to her ankles, there were large metallic tubes that left her legs immobile, though she could still flex her feet and wiggle her toes just fine. Two clamps covered up the cutie marks on her flanks, making sure she couldn’t wiggle from side to side. A harness wrapped around her breasts like a bondage bra, keeping them perky. Finally, her wings were strapped tight with two belts secured around each wing, giving her no way to spread them out or flap.
“H-Hello? Is there anyone there?” She called out, hoping someone would hear. “P-Please! Someone help me!”
“Oh good, she’s awake…”
The new voice that echoed around the room made Scootaloo frantically turn her head. It didn’t sound familiar to her at all, and it was making her heart race in fear.
A door opened up, the new source of light temporarily blinded Scootaloo as what she assumed was her captor walked in.
Standing in front of her was a pegasus mare, wearing a skintight flight suit, similar to a Wonderbolt. Her hair was even windswept backwards just like the Wonderbolts’ manes usually were. A brief glimmer of hope appeared in Scootaloo’s heart that she was going to be saved.
Though as the light settled in, Scootaloo saw who was really in front of her.
Instead of the bright and friendly blue and gold she associated with the Wonderbolts, the mare’s uniform was black and neon-green. With the pony wearing it sporting an all-too familiar turquoise coat and an amber mane. “Enjoy your nap, Scootaloo?”
“L-Lightning Dust! W-What do you want from me?” Scootaloo grit her teeth, trying to act tough, but her voice was already trembling.
“Aww, no need to look so nervous, Scootaloo…” Lightning Dust cooed, lifting up Scootaloo’s chin with her finger. “I’m not gonna hurt you or anything! In fact, I can let you out of this right now!”
“R-Really?”
“Sure,” Lightning smirked, wrapping her wing around Scootaloo’s back. “All you gotta do is be my wingpony instead of Rainbow Dash’s.”
Scootaloo already felt her blood start to boil. “What?!”
“I’ve changed, Scoots. I’m a better pony now! I’m even faster, stronger, way more than Dash ever will be!” Lightning boasted, puffing out her chest. “So c’mon, it’s your chance to join the winning team! You and me could rule the skies together!”
“Tch, no way! I’m never going to betray Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo scoffed. She didn’t even want to consider the possibility of pretending to side with her. Her bond with Rainbow Dash was too strong for that.
Lightning Dust simply smirked and shrugged, not even appearing angry at the rejection. “You sure? I can’t imagine it’s super comfortable in your position.” She pointed at Scootaloo’s stiff nipples. “I mean, it’s not super breezy in this room, but it can get pretty cold.”
Scootaloo grit her teeth and fidgeted in place. “I know Rainbow Dash is already coming to save me! I can’t wait to see her kick your ass after she gets here and frees me!”
“Well, she’ll have a hell of a time getting here!” Lightning Dust flashed a wicked grin to her captive. “She might make it here in time to see you deciding to pledge your loyalty to me…”
“I’ll never join your side.”
“We’ll see about that. We got plenty of time before Rainbow Dash comes for you. If she’s coming for you at all, that is. I’m sure I can change your mind somehow…” Lightning Dust walked around Scootaloo, before draping her arms around her from behind and whispering in her ear.
“Tell me, Scootaloo…are you ticklish?”
Scootaloo’s pupils shrank. Even the word ‘ticklish’ made her feet curl up and her body shiver. “W-What? Me? No way!”
Lightning Dust’s fingers hovered over Scootaloo’s stomach, slowly wiggling them just above her naked skin. “Really? Cause I remember Rainbow Dash being super-ticklish back at the academy.”
Scootaloo’s breathing got heavier, focusing on Lightning’s fingers, sucking in her stomach to try and keep them from getting closer.
“Yeah, I guess she wouldn’t tell you about those stories,” Lightning chuckled. “Well, one time I pinned her down and started scribbling my fingers across her feet. You could probably hear the squealing from a mile away! I just figured that was one thing you two had in common, being a soft, cute, tenderfooted pegasus…”
“Nngh…”
Lightning watched Scootaloo try to wriggle away from her fingers as they got closer, the poor pegasus was already starting to sweat.
“Soooo I guess it wouldn’t bother you at all if I did THIS!”
“YAAAHAHAHAAAA!”
Lightning’s fingers dug into Scootaloo’s abs, and with nowhere for her body to go, all she could do was yelp.
“What was that you were saying about not being ticklish again?” Lightning teased, scribbling her fingers up and down Scootaloo’s stomach and sides.
“OK! OK OK OK I’M TIHIHIHIHICKLIIIISH!” Scootaloo squealed, only able to watch as Lightning’s fingers spidered on her belly.
Lightning Dust clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Naughty Scootaloo…I think you need to be punished for lying to me…”
Scootaloo whimpered. Lightning Dust pulled her hands back, but she couldn’t see any part of her anymore. She frantically tried to turn her body to look for where she went, but found nothing. The sense of dread that hung over her only grew stronger with every second she had to wait in suspense, not knowing what she was going to do next.
And then, she felt a finger slide down her sole.
“GYAAAH!”
“Oh wow,” Lightning Dust chuckled, still behind Scootaloo, but now crouched down by her exposed feet. “Your feet must be really ticklish, huh, Scootaloo?”
Instead of lying, Scootaloo thought telling the truth would save her hide. “Y-YES! MY FEET ARE SUPER TICKLISH! S-So…p-please have mercy…?”
“Oh, I’ll be as gentle as I can!” Lightning Dust said in a tone that absolutely did not convince Scootaloo at all.
Scootaloo gulped and grit her teeth, but no amount of mental prep would help her as Lightning Dust quickly started raking her nails down her soles. “BWAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLHEHEHEAAASE!”
“Oooh, you weren’t kidding, you’ve got super ticklish feet!” Lightning Dust chuckled, watching Scootaloo’s feet uselessly kick around, even the lightest skittering was making the poor pegasus shriek, though Lightning Dust was hardly going to give Scootaloo the relief of a gentle touch.
Scootaloo bucked her hips, her body twisting in an attempt to turn around, trying to see what Lightning Dust was doing, shrieking as she felt nails going down her arches.
“Aww, are you trying to kick me or something? That’s adorable.” Lightning teased, placing her cheek on one of Scootaloo’s soles, tempting her to get a free swing in.
Scootaloo could feel Lightning resting her head on her foot, her mane lightly tickling her heel. Flustered and frustrated, Scootaloo tried to land a kick, but without any way to wind up, the best she could manage was a light slap to her cheek.
Lightning Dust chuckled, seeing an excuse to dole out more punishment, digging her fingers right under her toes. “Heh heh, look at your feet wiggling around…”
“EEEEEEHAHAHAHAHA! NO NO NO NAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOES!” Scootaloo shrieked as her toes splayed out from shock. Her head was thrown back in helpless laughter as her captor kept attacking her toes, no matter how much she tried to wiggle or clench her feet.
“Aww, such tender, ticklish toes, and you’re laughing so hard already?” Lightning Dust’s words were soft, but her fingers were harsh. She scratched around Scootaloo’s feet, attacking her toes, the balls of her feet, the arches, the heels, the soles, and very occasionally the tops of her feet, watching her feet gradually showing blush from all the stimulation. “Oh, I don’t know if you and your cute feet are going to be prepared for the real fun…”
Scootaloo thrashed her upperbody around, though didn’t get far with all the machinery keeping her in place. She could feel her cheeks burning up from all the heavy laughing she was doing, but all of Lightning Dust’s teasing and compliments started making that blush go all the way up to her ears. It made her get tingles down her spine. What did she mean by “real fun”?
Lightning Dust finally gave Scootaloo some relief and stopped the tickling. “Oh, I bet you can’t wait to see what I have planned for you…” she said as she stood up.
Even though she couldn’t see it, Scootaloo could feel Lightning Dust looming behind her still. “Ah!” She jumped in surprise, feeling a slight but sudden pain in her wing.
Lightning Dust held the pair of orange feathers in front of the pegasus’s face. “I’m sure you’re more than familiar with this, already. A pegasus with feet that sensitive? Oh, I bet you’ve been tickled by your own feathers more times than you can count.”
There was a low grumble coming from Scootaloo. Lightning Dust’s words were cutting far deeper than she’d like to admit.
“Don’t worry, the feathers are all I’ll be using. No evil brushes or vibrators or tickle rollers,” Lightning chuckled. “...I mean, unless you want those…”
“No! Feathers is fine!” Scootaloo blurted out. Being tickled by feathers was already maddening enough when Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom did it to her, but she’d take that any day over brushes and rollers.
“Feathers it is,” Lightning smirked, wasting no time crouching in front of Scootaloo’s feet, a feather in each of her hands.
“Gaaaahahahaa! Eeeheeheeheeheeheek!” Scootaloo arched her back as she felt her feathers slowly dragged up and down her soles.
Unlike before, Lightning Dust made the tickling slow and drawn out with the feathers, alternating her strokes on each foot. When one went from heel to toe, the other went from toe to heel, and vice-versa.
Scootaloo tried to grit her teeth and keep the giggling inside, but Lightning Dust never gave Scootaloo a break, no pauses to center her thoughts. Just a constant back and forth of both feathers on her soles, and she quickly succumbed to a constant stream of laughter. “Nahahahaha! Nohohoho stahahahahahahap!”
“Aw, I’m barely doing anything, Scootaloo!” Lightning Dust chuckled. “It’s only two feathers! It’s not tickling you that much, is it?”
“Aaaahaaa it tihihihickles! It tihihihihickles!” Scootaloo squeaked.
Lightning Dust smirked, gently sliding the tips of the feathers underneath Scootaloo’s toes. “Tell ya what, you don’t have to pledge your loyalty to me right away. But! If you just say something about how awesome I am, I’ll only use one feather on ya. How’s that sound?”
Praising Lightning Dust at all, especially when she was keeping her captive, did not sit well with Scootaloo. But with the offer in front of her and the feathers exploring her toes, she was desperate enough to make the tickling lessen. “F=Fihihihihine! Y-You’re sohohoho coohoohool! You’re an ahahahawesome flyer!” She giggled, trying to keep her praise generic.
“...Eh, good enough,” Lightning Dust shrugged. “We’ll work on it later. Alright, one feather it is.”
Scootaloo sighed in relief, taking a few much-needed breaths of air and relaxing her body.
Until Lightning Dust started using that one feather.
Scootaloo’s entire body froze up as she felt the tip of the feather stroking her soles, but something was off. This tickled far more than she expected. It tickled far more than…anything she felt ever. A high-pitched scream left her lips as the feather made its slow path down to her toes, but soon enough, she dissolved into a mess of hysterical laughter.
“Woah, what’s with you, Scoots? I’m only using one feather!” Lightning Dust chuckled, barely pretending to play innocent.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA WHAHAHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIHIHIHIS THAHAHAHAHAAAAAAT?! WHAHAHAHAT’S TIHIHIHICKLING MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE?!” Scootaloo was thrashing in her bonds. Why was one feather tickling her so much? It was like every nerve on her soles was being sent into ticklish overdrive.
“I told you, just one feather!” Lightning decided to let Scootaloo get a look, holding the feather in front of her face.
The feather that Scootaloo was seeing was certainly not one of her own that had been plucked off her wings. This one was far bigger, the coloration was a mix of fiery oranges and reds mixed together, and radiated with an oddly calming warmth and sparkle.
“What’s the matter, never seen a phoenix feather before? These things are like magic. They’re soft, just like any other feather,” Lightning explained, before hopping back down to Scootaloo’s feet, doing another slow stroke down her other foot. “But they really shine in bringing tickle spots to life…”
Scootaloo twisted and writhed, her toes splayed out for a full five seconds as she started screaming with laughter again. Her foot violently twitched and kicked, but nothing could stop or even slow the feather’s trip down to her toes. “NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEEEAAAAASE NOHOHOHOHOHO!”
But the worst part was when Lightning Dust dragged the feather down her foot again. The sensations tickled even more than before. The pitch in her laughter went up another half-octave as she thrashed around even harder. The tears were streaming down her cheeks.
“Just look how ticklish those cute soles of yours are now!” Lightning Dust giggled, running the lone feather all over Scootaloo’s bare feet.
Despite all of Scootaloo’s frantic begging and screaming, none of it seemed to reach Lightning Dust’s ears as the phoenix feather made its way around all her soles. Every time it went past a previously touched space, it only tickled more. Her soles and toes were getting more softer and smoother with each pass. She didn’t even seem to be running out of energy, like all her stamina was actively being restored with the feather’s touch. It was by far the most ticklish thing she had ever felt in her life. More than the Cutie Mark Crusader full-on tickle assault, more than the Nightmare Night surprise. There were surely more ticklish incidents, but Scootaloo was not in the mindset to remember any of them.
When Lightning Dust pulled the feather away, she watched Scootaloo’s toes twitch, giving them a brief little kiss to tease her further.
Scootaloo’s feet were so sensitized that even the simple kiss got a squeal out of her.
With the lone phoenix feather pinched between her thumb and finger, Lightning Dust walked back in front of Scootaloo. “Your feet must be soooo sensitive right now,” she teased. “I gotta say, you’re really hanging in there. If I did this with Rainbow Dash, I figured she would’ve broken by the second stroke.”
“S-She’ll…ah…nnnf…R-Rainbow…” Scootaloo huffed, her mind was too frazzled to think of a retort.
“I think you deserve a bit of a reward for taking all that tickling for so long…” Lightning Dust kneeled down in front of Scootaloo.
Scootaloo’s focus was set on the phoenix feather, watching Lightning Dust move it closer to her spread legs. “Nngh…Wait…ooooooOOOOOH!” The fiery plume of the phoenix feather gently kissed her vulva. As Lightning Dust pulled it back towards her, all the sensations she felt on her feet were being made on her pussy, though they were far more pleasurable than tickly.
“Heh, you liked that, didn’t you?” Lightning smirked, putting the feather in position again. “You want me to do it again?”
“P-Please…!” Scootaloo begged, fidgeting around with her hips. She wasn’t sure what Lightning Dust was going to demand from her next, but she was already considering doing it.
“Well then…tell me something that I do better than Rainbow Dash.”
There was a bit of hesitation as Scootaloo inhaled sharply through her teeth. “Y-You’re…way more adventurous and headstrong than her!” At this point she was willing to say almost anything just to feel that spike of pleasure again. Avoiding the use of it on her feet was also a bonus.
“Aww, thanks, Scoots!” True to her word, for boosting her ego, Lightning Dust started stroking Scootaloo’s pussy.
“HAAAAAAAH! OOOHHHHHH! Y-YES!” Scootaloo arched her back, crying out in pleasure as the phoenix feather kissed her lips.
Lightning Dust was merciful enough to keep going past the first stroke, sawing the mystical plume back and forth across her pussy.
Scootaloo moaned in a state of pure bliss. Just like the treatment to her feet, every repeated stroke felt more intense than the last. She was on a fast track to a quick orgasm, she was almost considering throwing a compliment Lightning Dust’s way just to ensure it.
“Feels reeeeaaaal good, doesn’t it, Scootaloo?” Lightning Dust turned the feather, using the broad side of it to delicately tease her clit.
“AAAAAH! FUUUUUUUCK! S-SO GOOOOOOD!” Scootaloo was drooling at the mind-numbing pleasure she was receiving. She wanted more. She needed more. She gazed at Lightning Dust with thirsty, needy eyes.
But, just as she thought she was getting a release, Lightning Dust put the feather down, pursed her lip, and looked up towards the corner of the ceiling. “Hmm…I don’t think this’ll be enough. I think such a sensitive and adorable pegasus like you deserves something more…”
Scootaloo could only watch Lightning Dust get up and walk away. “W-Wait! NO! P-Please…” She wiggled her hips, trying to entice the pegasus to come back and finish her off.
“There we go! This should do nicely!”
Lightning Dust came back with a mechanical contraption, but what caught Scootaloo’s attention the most was the eight phoenix feathers on a wheel attached to the end.
“NO! DON’T USE THAT ON MY FEET! PLEASE!” She instantly started begging, already assuming the worst.
The panic got a soft chuckle out of Lightning. “Don’t get your cute mane in a tangle, this isn’t for your feet…”
She placed the machine between Scootaloo’s legs, her crotch hovering between two of the phoenix feathers. With a few switches being flipped, it whirred to life.
Scootaloo actually felt excited to see the machine move. All those phoenix feathers must’ve meant she’d feel amazing!
One after another, the wheel started to turn, and the phoenix feathers started to stroke against Scootaloo’s pussy. Moving at a moderately slow place, the feathers began to work their magic. The differing size of each feather meant that one would lightly graze her vulva, but the next would rub against her clit and inner folds.
“AAAAH OOOHHH YES! YES!” Scootaloo cried out. Her entire body trembled with sexual pleasure with each stroke. It was going a little too slow for her liking, but she didn’t mind that much. This warm tickly sensation was filling her with pure bliss. If her wings weren’t tied together, they would be fully out and twitching with the rest of her body.
Lightning Dust chuckled to herself, leaned back, and watched all the little cute gasps and moans that Scootaloo was making.
Each time a feather brushed her crotch, Scootaloo’s joyful squeals got louder or shakier. She was getting so close to an orgasm, all she needed was one last final push, which should be coming with this next feather.
But as soon as the next phoenix feather touched her clit, the device slowed down considerably. The slow drags had turned into tortoise-like treks against her pussy.
Scootaloo snapped out of her erotic haze, looking down at her crotch, and the slow pace that the feathers were now moving at. “No…! C-C’mon! I-I’m so close!”
The next feather hit her crotch, and while she still felt the same spike of fiery pleasure she did from the previous ones, the slow pace it was moving wasn’t enough to get her off.
“P-Please! I…I need to cum!” She begged, breaking out into a sweat. As soon as the feather broke contact with her body, she was already losing the build-up to her climax.
The next phoenix feather was one of the larger ones, and thankfully for Scootaloo, it was moving faster than the other two. It kissed up against her clit and her pussy, dragging the magic plume across her body. A loud moan escaped from the mare as she was brought back to the edge, but the next feather’s slow movement meant that she was only going to stay there.
Scootaloo’s heart sank in horror as she realized what was happening to her. “WAIT! PLEASE! AAAAAH! LET ME-NNNF! I NEED TO CUM!”
Lightning Dust shook her head and gave Scootaloo a dark chuckle. “I dunno, you make such cute sounds when you’re on the edge…I just might keep you like that.”
“NO NO NO!” Scootaloo weakly thrust her hips to try and cheat her way to an orgasm. “PLEASE! L-LIGHTNING DUST! AAAAHN!” Sweat, tears, and a bit of drool dripped down the desperate pegasus’s face, the wheel kept shifting speeds to make sure she was constantly on the edge.
“Mmm, I miiiight…” Lightning Dust lifted up Scootaloo’s chin. “If you agreed to be my wingpony instead of Rainbow Dash’s…”
“N-NOHOHOHOHO!” Even in the middle of a maddening sexual denial, Scootaloo’s answer was immediate and firm.
“Suit yourself,” Lightning Dust clicked her tongue. “Get used to those feathers then. Heh, if ya can.”
The wonderful pleasures the phoenix feathers were providing were now becoming a delightful, inescapable torment. The constant stimulation touching her pussy never dulled, and no amount of mental preparation could prevent the fiery ticklish bliss that came with each stroke. Her voice never got hoarse from all the moaning in pleasure, nor did she feel physical exhaustion, despite all the sweat and tears glistening off her body.
It just felt so good all the time.
“FUCK! LIIIIGHTNING DUUUST! I-I NEED! NNNF! MORE! LET ME CUM!”
Lightning Dust took her sweet time to think of a response. “Well…I guuuueeess I could add a couple more feathers…” The pegasus rocked her head from side to side in contemplation. “Hmm…But I dunno…you may not want it…”
“I WANT IT!” Scootaloo screamed out. “GIVE ME THE FEATHERS! AAAAAH PLEASE! I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!”
Lightning Dust shrugged reluctantly. “Alriiiight, if you say you reeeeaaaally want it, then…”
Scootaloo’s heart lit up with hope as she saw Lightning Dust pull out two phoenix feathers.
And that hope was quickly dashed when she saw her walk right behind her.
“NO! NNNF! PLEEEEEAAASE! DON’T USE THAT ON MY FEEHEEEEHEEEEEEHEEEHEEEEEET!” Scootaloo’s pleas came out too late. Lightning Dust was already stroking those phoenix feathers across her soles.
“Hey, you’re the one who asked for more feathers!” Lightning Dust laughed. “There’s plenty more where these came from.”
“EEEHEEHAHAHAA! PLEEHEEHAHAHAHAA! NNNFFF! THE FEHEHEHEAHAHAHAHATHERS! I! I NEEHEEHEEHEEHEED!” Scootaloo’s attention was divided between the constant state of edging, and the ruthless tickling from Lightning Dust, unable to form a full thought on either of them. The tickling was an effective distraction from the edging, but that was its own form of torture. Even the feathers going across the tops of her feet drew out heavy laughter and tears.
“Look at those feet of yours wiggle and squirm,” Lightning Dust cooed as she sawed the feathers between her toes. “Aw, they must be soooo ticklish. And to think, that’s just your feet and your pussy. There’s still so much of your adorable body I haven’t tickled yet. Your armpits, your stomach, your wings, your breasts…where should I go next…?”
Scootaloo felt a chill across her whole body despite the warmth of the phoenix feathers stroking her. She still had hope that Rainbow Dash would save her, she just hoped she wouldn’t be a super-sensitized mess by then.
But the way Lightning Dust kept teasing her, the constant compliments, the soft tone she used when she called her feet cute and adorable…
Why did it feel so…nice?