Silver Sensitivity (2017 Diamond Tickles sequel, tickling/foot fetish)


                                            >Your name is still Anon.

                                            >Not even a month ago, you somehow got with the class bully by being a borderline burglar.

                                            >And scratching her delicate, pink soles until she begged for mercy.

                                            >It's been three weeks and you two were still dating, right under the noses of Diamond's parents.

                                            >Now, it's lunchtime at school, and you're sharing your crystal-berry jam sandwich with your girlfriend.

                                            >She touches your shin with her fancy yellow boot.

                                            >She no longer wears sandals in class because recently, your grades have fallen a bit.

                                            >Since you sat behind her...well, you were a bit distracted.

                                            >"Sooo, Anon...what do you wanna do after school today, hmm?"

                                            "I was hoping for a bit of-"

                                            >"Ooooh, I know! I could, like, introduce you to my best friend! I don't think you two have met for real..."

                                            "What, that gray girl with the braid?"

                                            >"Uh huh. We could come over to my house and play!"

                                            >Diamond leans close and whispers to you.

                                            >"Trust me, meet her. I got a plan."

                                            >You have to admit, Diamond was the best at convincing others to do what she wanted.

                                            >So you'll trust her on this one.

                                            "What's the plan, Di?"

                                            >"If you MUST know, do you remember that time you snuck into my house, and...you know..."

                                            "Yeah...your feet? And that little action between the legs?"

                                            >She blushes deeply and nods.

                                            >You blush along with her, getting a semi at the thought of that night.

                                            >"We should...do that again, but this time, I wanna do it with Silver Spoon...who knows? Maybe she's ticklish..."

                                            >You nod emphatically.

                                            "Sounds like a plan...we'll meet after school, under the gazebo?"

                                            >"The one where Miss Cheerilee and Big Mac fu-"

                                            >The bell rings loudly, signaling the end of that sweet freedom.

                                            >You guzzle down your Colta Cola and give your girlfriend a quick kiss, walking back into the schoolhouse.

                                            >It is here that you will be mercilessly judged...your time of toil.

                                            >Thanks, Apple-whateveryournameis.

                                            >You sit back down in your chair, as your dreaded math class begins.

                                            >All of the time in the classroom was thinking about your sweet girlfriend, and her little silver minion.

                                            >What was up with her?

                                            >How come you never got a good look at her before?

                                            >Or even spoke with her?

                                            >Was she really a bully, like her friend, or was she just going with it?

                                            >You did hear of one summer, where Apple-whateverhernameis's cousin came to town.

                                            >The exact same thing happened to her, but you heard that the Summer Harvest Parade was ruined and the Crusaders almost killed.

                                            >You'll have to find out later today.

                                            >Diamond always let you hold her feet when you wanted, as well as a bit of tickling.

                                            >But that wasn't enough, it feels wrong not to force long bouts of laughter out of Diamond by scrubbing her smooth, bubblegum-colored feet.

                                            >But today will be different.

                                            >You'll do it to her, and hopefully her friend.

                                            >It's hard to concentrate on your work while you anticipate the events to come.

                                            >The rest of the day was painfully slow, yet it was a blur at the same time.

                                            >The bell finally rings, and you burst out of the schoolhouse door, charging towards your destination.

                                            >The gazebo that Diamond mentioned.

                                            >You heard of an incident there a few years ago, on Hearts and Hooves Day, where Cheerilee and Big Mac drank a poison that caused them to be madly in love.

                                            >You don't know who caused it, but you don't care.

                                            >You arrive at the gazebo, sitting down on the grass.

                                            >Soon enough, your girlfriend arrives, with a shy-looking Silver Spoon in tow.

                                            >"Heeey Anon, here she is. C'mon, shake hands!"

                                            "My name's Anon, as you may know..."

                                            >Silver smiles warmly, but blushes slightly.

                                            >She grabs your hand softly, shaking it.

                                            >Who takes care of her hands?

                                            >They're so smooth...

                                            >"So, um, we're going to Di's to play?"

                                            >Diamond grins coyly.

                                            >”That’s right Silver, Daddy went to Manehattan to make a deal with Mr. Ponald Thump. We’ll be ok.”

                                            >Silver nods, and you three walk across Ponyville towards Diamond’s fancy mansion.

                                            >You take the key from the statue you discovered before, and you let the two ladies in before you.

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                                            >As expected, it’s very quiet in the house.

                                            >Diamond takes you to her room with Silver.

                                            >”So um, what are we going to do?”

                                            >Diamond chimes in, realizing you haven’t thought of a way to go about this.

                                            >”We’re gonna play truth or dare. Whoever is the winner gets to do anything they want to the losers.”

                                            >Silver looks confused, and slightly nervous, but goes with it.

                                            >”Alright then…”

                                            >Your girlfriend grabs out an empty Cervidas wine bottle.

                                            >”I’ll spin!! Let’s see who it lands on…”

                                            >Before you can object, she spins the bottle.

                                            >The neck of the bottle points to you.

                                            “Alright!! Luck be a lady tonight! Pick then, Diamond…Truth, or dare?”

                                            >”Hmmm…you should totally dare me!”

                                            >You nod, thinking for a moment.

                                            "I dare you to...go outside and put your feet in the mud."

                                            >She looks taken aback.

                                            >"Y-you can't be serious!!"

                                            >You grin evilly, nodding.

                                            "Either that or you're out."

                                            >She glares at you, but puts her legs forward, her fancy boots resting in your lap.

                                            >"If I'm gonna ruin my pedicure, you're going to take them off FOR me. Got it?"

                                            "Sigh...I suppose..."

                                            >You slowly pull off her tall, beauty-obscuring right boot off.

                                            >Her small foot wiggles slightly, catching your eye, but there's something wrong.

                                            >A Rarity-brand gold silk sock is in the way.

                                            >You slowly, deliberately pull the sock off, exposing the neat, blemish-free foot to the cold air of the mansion.

                                            >Diamond waves her hand in your face.

                                            >"What's taking so long? Get to it!!"

                                            "Oh, sorry, just thinking about thi-"

                                            >"Doesn't matter."

                                            >You give her right foot a quick squeeze, before repeating the process with her left boot.

                                            >You place her footwear in a neat arrangement away from your little circle, and watch her feet as she walks out her front door.

                                            >Before she closes the front door, Diamond flashes a quick wink at you.

                                            >You notice Silver Spoon staring at you.

                                            >"What is it with you and Di's feet? Are they not like, totally perfect?"

                                            >Your mouth drops open in shock.

                                            "Why, that is the most ridiculous..."

                                            >You hear an adorable squeal outside.

                                            "Yep, she did it."

                                            >Diamond angrily walks back inside, muddy footprints tracking all over her father's marble floors.

                                            >You'll have to get those clean later...

                                            >"There, I ruined my feet. Are you happy?"

                                            >She wiggles her dirt-covered peds.

                                            >You plan to do something about that a little later...

                                            "Hah, very. My turn to spin?"

                                            >The girls both nod, Diamond Tiara remaining barefoot.

                                            >You spin the bottle, and this time it lands on Silver.

                                            >"Oooh, yay, my turn?"

                                            "All you, Silver."

                                            >"Anon? Truth or dare?"

                                            "Are you kidding? Dare me."

                                            >"I dare YOU to show that necklace you wear, you know...the one about that little girl's show about horses?"

                                            >She knew about that?!?

                                            "You'll regret that, Silver..."

                                            >You ashamedly take out your pendant, depicting a rainbow pegasus saying 'Awesome!'

                                            >Both girls laugh loudly at you, pounding the ground as tears come from their eyes.

                                            "Alright, ALRIGHT...Sheesh, Silver, you spin."

                                            >She nods, still giggling at you, and spins.

                                            >The bottle lands on Diamond.

                                            >She immediately perks up.

                                            >"Well Silver Spoon, truth or dare?"

                                            >"I guess I'll go for truth..."

                                            >Diamond points upwards, a lightbulb going off above her head.

                                            >"Do you read Playcolt magazines?"

                                            >Silver looks shocked, but stays silent.

                                            "Well, do you, Silver?"

                                            >Silver shakes her head.

                                            >Diamond giggles.

                                            >"Now we know THAT'S a lie. Silver, you're out."

                                            >Silver grunts in frustration.

                                            >"Aaaghhhhh....Ok, I'm rooting for Diamond here."

                                            "My turn now?"

                                            >They both let out a 'yes' in unison.

                                            "Well alright then Diamond, what'll it be?"

                                            >Diamond considers her options.

                                            >"Ummm...ok, like, truth this time."

                                            "Ok, so tell me...did you or did you not kiss Sweetie Belle that one time at the dance?"

                                            >"What?! No I didn't!!"

                                            >You smile.

                                            "I saw you near the bathroom with her, you definitely kissed."

                                            >"But that was just to practice for-"

                                            >She covers her mouth.

                                            "Caught in a lie then. I win!!"

                                            >"Oh gosh diddly darn, I lose...Silver...what do you think he'll make us do?"

                                            >"I don't know Diamond, but I'm not liking it..."

                                            >You beckon Diamond and Silver to follow.

                                            "This way, ladies, up to Diamond's room."

                                            >They both reuctantly follow.

                                            >When you arrive at her room, you lock the door so no one can bother you.

                                            >Yes, you know Big Daddy Filthy Rich is out in Manehattan.

                                            "Ok girls, sit on Diamond's bed."

                                            >They both obey, sitting back on her bed.

                                            >You tense slightly, as you prepare your fingers for the deed.

                                            "Now, you can't object to me."

                                            >You walk over to Silver.

                                            >Adorable, beautiful Silver Spoon.

                                            >You slowly lift her spoon pendant from her neck, placing it on the bedside table.

                                            >She looks confused.

                                            >You then kneel down to her pink and white boots, made of a lovely leather.

                                            >You begin to pull them off one at a time, very slowly.

                                            >But what's this?

                                            >She wasn't wearing any socks...

                                            >After her second boot slides off her slim leg, you take a moment to admire your new friend's gray feet.

                                            >Small, slim, with a heightened arch, and elegant, slender toes.

                                            >"Can I ask what you're doing?"

                                            >"Quiet, Silver, he's gonna make us drink pickle juice if we don't let him do this!"

                                            >You smile smugly.

                                            "Stay still and don't ask questions, she's not bluffing."

                                            >Silver widens her eyes, gagging at the thought.

                                            "That's better."

                                            >You continue your work in undressing Silver.

                                            >You grab the collar of her soft, shiny purple top, and slowly pull it upwards over her head.

                                            >She blushes deeply, understanding what you're trying to do, and lifts her arms up high for easy access.

                                            >You pull her shirt all the way off, tossing it aside.

                                            >You marvel at her slim, slightly toned gray belly, and her nice, thin hips.

                                            >You always did like petite forms.

                                            >You eye the best part of her small, soft torso.

                                            >Her breasts, nicely developed for her age.

                                            >The rather large breasts for her age were covered by a lacy pink bra, which you leave on...for now.

                                            >She covers her face and turns even more red, as your deft hands work her pink and white skirt down her shapely legs.

                                            >Wow, she even has a matching thong for her bra.

                                            >You squeeze her delicate, small behind, your rough fingers digging into her sensitive skin.

                                            >"Mmmpphh..."

                                            >You grin, and quickly work on unhooking her bra, dropping it off the bed, exposing her breasts.

                                            >Very nicely sized for someone of a petite frame like her.

                                            >Your hands can't resist gripping the soft mounds of flesh.

                                            >Silver is trying to object to your groping, but she knows she can't do that...

                                            >Once your new friend is completely nude and vulnerable, you turn your attention to Diamond.

                                            "I think you know what I'm about to do, Di..."

                                            >"Urgh, yeah yeah, just get it over with..."

                                            >You could swear you see her crack a small smile.

                                            >You begin your work, removing her golden jacket from her body, revealing her black tank top underneath.

                                            >Since your girlfriend's feet are already bare and exposed (and dirty), you move on to removing her little ruby amulet from her neck, putting it onto the table beside Silver's pendant.

                                            >Taking care not to scratch Diamond's lovely complexion, you pull her smooth, shiny tank top off of her slowly, revealing her more curvy torso.

                                            >You'll need to rid her of that plain white bra in a second...

                                            >You decide to go for her skirt next, pulling that down her legs.

                                            >Diamond extends her legs and feet outwards to allow you room to get her out of it.

                                            >"Are you quite DONE yet, mister perv?"

                                            "Hang on, girlfriend...be patient, those spandex shorts need to go."

                                            >You immediately pull the tight black article off her legs, exposing the prize between her legs.

                                            >"Nothing under there, horny boy. Like that?"

                                            >You grin widely and nod, getting to work on unhooking her bra.

                                            >Upon squeezing her beautiful, soft breasts, you can tell that they're slightly smaller than Silver's, but just as lovely.

                                            >She lets out a soft moan.

                                            "Alright, before this turns into a porno, Diamond, I need you to get the stuff."

                                            >"The stuff, hmm? Alright..."

                                            >She giggles and runs into her closet, quickly pulling out a set of double stocks, some handcuffs, and a chest of various...items.

                                            "Alright, let's get this going. You two, lay on the bed, nice and spread out."

                                            >Silver trembles slightly and lays her nude form next to Diamond, spread eagle.

                                            >Before Silver can interject, you swiftly handcuff their arms to the bedposts, handcuffing their second arms to a strong curtain frame behind the bed.

                                            >"Wh...what exactly is this?"

                                            "Calm down Silver, you'll find out in just a sec..."

                                            >You take the double stocks and mount them on the foot of the bed, like you did with Diamond that one night.

                                            >Luckily, the stocks have pads, so no beautiful pairs of peds will be ruined today.

                                            >You take both of Silver's feet in your hands, getting a good feel of them for a minute.

                                            >Her soles are very yielding to the touch, and divinely smooth.

                                            >The coolness of her soles brings a level of comfort to your hands.

                                            >They have a very slight scent of sweat and perfume to them, right at the best intensity.

                                            >You decide to stop fooling around with her feet, and quickly grab your girlfriend's muddy feet and put them in the two other holes.

                                            >You quickly close and lock the stocks over both pairs of feet, so neither can wiggle away.

                                            >You also take an extra precaution of tying each of the girls' toes back, nice and tightly, so the soles point forward slightly and show off the curvy feet.

                                            >"Oh..oh no...not...?"

                                            "You got that right, Silver. You're gonna feel every bit of it."

                                            >She begins to struggle, but you grab a feather from the chest, and start poking at her soles with it.

                                            >The pretty, gray foot jolts backwards a bit, but can’t fight due to the toe ties.

                                            >You can tell that these are ultra-sensitive.

                                            >You chuckle to yourself and start scratching your fingers across Silver’s cool, ticklish peds.

                                            >She squeals, starting to giggle and thrash around in her bonds.

                                            >You can already feel your trousers start to tighten, even more so now.

                                            >”STAHAHAP THAHAHAT!! ANON!!!”

                                            >You ignore Silver’s pleas, holding the back of Silver’s left foot and dragging a plain white feather across the smooth, soft surface.

                                            >She cries out in unrelenting laughter when you hit the highest part of the arch.

                                            “Hmmm, I see…I can work with this…”

                                            >You lock your fingers between her small, bound toes, holding her foot completely still while you search Diamond’s chest from the closet.

                                            “Perfect…”

                                            >You pull out an electric toothbrush, perfect for precision tickling.

                                            >You activate it, placing the rapidly-rotating bristles on Silver’s hypersensitive arch.

                                            >She howls loudly, sweet laughter escaping from her throat like Daring Do escapes Ahuizotl.

                                            >To keep her other foot loved, you hang your tongue out of your mouth, dragging it slowly, sensually, up her vulnerable right sole.

                                            >It tastes just like it smells: A hint of perfume, mixed with the right amount of sweat.

                                            >Due to all the care that goes into Silver’s feet, your tongue runs up and down the sole easily.

                                            >”NOHOHOT THE TONGUE!! NOHOHOHOHO MOREEEE!!!”

                                            >You grab both of her feet, pushing your face straight into them, and snake your agile tongue between her taut toes, eliciting more loud, forced giggles from her.

                                            >”WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOHOHOING?!? IT FEHEHEHELS ALL SLIMY AND WEIRD!!!”

                                            >You once again ignore her desperate pleas, and pick up four feathers from the chest, not allowing your ticklish prey a break all the while.

                                            >You switch your tongue’s position from one foot to the other, and start dragging the four feathers over the sensitive skin in between her toes.

                                            >As tears come out of Silver’s eyes, her feet try their hardest to scrunch up, to lessen the incoming sensations.

                                            >But the toe binds allow her no leeway.

                                            >Once you decide her soles were sufficiently slicked up and glistening, you pull your head away from her feet, focusing on using that slickness to glide across her peds easier.

                                            >Lastly, you scratch at her heels for good measure, your fingers sliding across her soles with extra vigor.

                                            >You finish it all off with a good poke to both of her arches, and inspect your work.

                                            >Two feet, blushing red, with a mixture of your saliva and her own sweat, making them shine in the light.

                                            >Deciding you’ve left Diamond’s feet unattended for too long, you turn your attention to them, giving poor Silver a break.

                                            “My my MY, Diamond, your feet are FILTHY. Perhaps they could use a good cleaning.”

                                            >You search the chest of toys once again, finding some soap and a scrubbing brush.

                                            >You show both of these off to your girlfriend.

                                            >”H-hey!! Don’t you DA-“

                                            >You pour some of the liquid soap over Diamond’s feet, causing them to shiver slightly.

                                            “Mmmm, cucumber-melon…this will do nicely…”

                                            >You quickly start scrubbing the mud off Diamond’s soles, causing her to immediately go wild with laughter.

                                            >You chuckle menacingly, and start scrubbing her left sole with extra effort, her soap-slickened soles losing more and more dirt by the second.

                                            >Soon, her left foot is shiny and clean, back to the perfection it once had.

                                            >You feel a deep sense of satisfaction at your work, but then you remember there’s another foot to attend to.

                                            >Diamond is just recovering from her giggling fits, her body shining slightly with sweat because of your recent torment,

                                            >You lose focus on her upper body and begin your work on her right foot.

                                            >Diamond screams and thrashes around, face completely red as the mud falls off her feet, and her soles try to wiggle away.

                                            >Something of yours throbs in response, it’s getting harder to keep from rubbing one out on these girls’ feet.

                                            >Despite this, you continue to scrub roughly at her delicate, vulnerable soles.

                                            >She squeals and tries to curl her feet up, much like Silver, although the bonds refuse to let her toes go.

                                            >Tears begin to pour from your girlfriend’s eyes as you idly scratch your fingers over her shiny, clean feet, letting your other hand search in the chest for one more toy.

                                            >The evil, nerve-titillating fork.

                                            >You poke her right foot with the fork, witnessing Diamond jolt slightly.

                                            >She can’t hold back a smile.

                                            >”Ohhhh nonono…not THAT..mercy please…”

                                            “No mercy, my sweet…”

                                            >You drag the fork up her soft pink arch, leaving a long red trail in its wake, as you see her thrashing even harder, laughing herself silly.

                                            >The soap used to clean off her feet makes it very easy for the fork to glide up and down her delicate, vulnerable foot.

                                            >You hold the back of her left foot, grabbing the electric toothbrush from earlier and using it to assault between her restrained toes.

                                            >She soon falls into silent laughter, out of breath from the titillation of her nerves.

                                            >For your final act, you grab a paint brush from the chest, and use it to give Diamond’s abused soles a cooldown, gradually softening your tickling on her.

                                            >You allow her to regain her breath after tossing the paint brush aside, but you’re not satisfied.

                                            >You leap up onto Diamond’s bed, between the two restrained girls, and start to drag your hand up and down Silver’s trim, toned belly, as well as Diamond’s softer, curvier midriff.

                                            >They both look at you curiously.

                                            >Silver speaks up, blushing hard as you feel the thin coat of sweat on her upper body.

                                            >”H-hey, aren’t you done yet?”

                                            “Far from it, Silver, dear…your feet are gorgeous, but other parts need to feel this…”

                                            >You start raking your nails up both Diamond and Silver’s bellies, squeezing every single inch of their midsections.

                                            >This forces them to burst out into laughter all over again.

                                            >The melodious sound of their laughter at the same time urges you to keep going, moving your agile hands up to both pairs of beautiful, supple breasts.

                                            >As you begin to tickle the sensitive mounds on their chests, your hands can’t help but squeeze them as well, fondling each pair of them equally.

                                            >Both of their faces are completely red, and their mouths are stuck in a permanent, merry grin, laughing themselves to oblivion.

                                            >You give a quick raspberry to each pair, before turning your attention to their exposed armpits.

                                            >You can’t help it.

                                            >Before Silver objects to this constant fondling and groping of their perfect bodies, you grab two hairbrushes from the chest.

                                            >Donning your most evil grin, you press the bristles of the brushes against their sensitive armpits, one on each of your friends.

                                            >You start dragging them up and down in one armpit each, making both of them truly try to hold back their giggles, determined not to show weakness.

                                            “Oh, c’mon, Silver…just let it all out…you won’t be able to keep it down for much longer…let me hear your voice…”

                                            >Silver tenses up, biting her tongue, trying not to giggle again.

                                            >You decide to drag both of your brushes down the girls’ vulnerable sides.

                                            >The dam then bursts once again, as you hear the adorable, sexy sound of Diamond and Silver crying out in laughter.

                                            >Now that their upper bodies are pouring sweat, you can use your fingers much more easily on them.

                                            >You wriggle your fingers all over their sides, slowly making your way back up to their exposed armpits, digging your nails softly into them.

                                            >They both fall into silent laughter once again, gripping each other’s hands to try to deal with your evil tickling machinations.

                                            >You decide to allow them one more break, because you have something to take care of.

                                            >Slowly, you undress yourself in front of them, finally letting your achy manhood free of its confines.

                                            >They just manage to look upwards, blushing at your nude form.

                                            >But…before you can take care of your little urge, there’s something you need to do to your girlfriend and her friend.

                                            >Silver manages to muster up energy to speak.

                                            >”Wh-what are you doing?! You can’t be…”

                                            >Diamond quickly interjects.

                                            >”Not where it’s too much of a risk, Silver. He…isn’t dumb.”

                                            >You smile at Diamond, before quickly digging your fingers into one of their soles each.

                                            >The combination of curviness and slimness on your hands feels like heaven, and their heavy, panting laughter sounds like heaven to you.

                                            >For your grand finale, you remove your fingers from each of their feet, and dip two hairbrushes into some lotion you find in the chest.

                                            >Without hesitation, you begin scrubbing one of each of their feet once again as fast as you can.

                                            >They both scream out, trying to catch their breath as they laugh unrelentingly.

                                            >Since you’ve properly re-slickened both of your desired feet, you remove the brushes from them, ending your torment on them and leaving their feet red, slippery, and tingly.

                                            >With difficulty, you untie each of their toes from the stocks, allowing them to wiggle freely again.

                                            >You also remove the lock, letting their legs move once again, but your urge still remains.

                                            >After hopping up on the bed, you grab the two feet you tickled like mad, one is Silver’s, one is Diamond’s.

                                            >You press them on either side of your painfully-erect member and start thrusting between them, loving how soft and smooth each one is.

                                            >Your length throbs between their abused feet, as Silver weakly tries to pull her foot away, scrunching it up to rid herself of the tingles.

                                            >Diamond notices this and curls her foot on your needy cock as well, helping you get off between the two girls’ feet.

                                            >You blow your load very quickly, owing to the torment of their nude, lovable bodies earlier, covering one of Silver’s feet and one of Diamond’s feet in your essence.

                                            >Silver blushes madly, trying to shake the seed off of her feet, but Diamond locks her toes with Silver’s, preventing either foot from moving that much.

                                            >Tiredly, you manage to unhandcuff each of your girls, scooting between them both, holding their warm, perky backsides in your hands and keeping yourself sandwiched between them.

                                            >Silver has fallen asleep, the tickling was simply too much for her overly-sensitive form.

                                            >Diamond cups your cheek with her delicate hand, smiling softly at you.

                                            >”Love you…Anon…stay here a while…Daddy won’t be back for a while…”

                                            >You smile back at your girlfriend, kissing her hard.

                                            “You’ve gotta get Silver over here more often…”

                                            >Realizing that you’ve been tickling them for hours, you simply lay back, satisfied and relaxed, as you comb your fingers through Diamond’s hair.


                                            -End