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Here we have a Devious stallion tickle torture commission piece brought to you by 
ExistentialTorment One of our beloved Alt AU's to boot!
Poor stallion Applejack, you trusted Mainhattan too much. >:3
We also have a delightful story written by him to accompany the piece.
*Appleboy's Big City Punishment*
When Applejack thought he had the wits and the temper to make it in Manehattan, he was wrong. Oh so terribly wrong.
Applejack had left Sweet Apple Acres for business in Canterlot and some neighboring villages before, but this was different – his first trip to the big city since he was a colt. Back then, his mother and father didn’t let him stay with the Oranges for more than a few weeks, and he hardly remembered a thing. Applejack dismissed his queasiness and acted all confident, but now it was clear that his gut was warning him. His gut, his big sister, his grandfather and his parents.
Now he locked into a set of stockades, while a crowd gathered to gloat at his misfortune. Applejack’s heart never beat this fast in his life, and he pulled and struggled against his binds. It wasn’t helping. In fact, the circumstances around his predicament made him feel disarmed and disturbed.
When he just got off the train, he ran into a policemare fiddling with her bike. Applejack was naturally kind and outgoing, not to mention handy with bikes (on account of fixing both his and his father’s many times) – so he offered. Something felt funny when they looked at each other – the good kind of funny in the moment, but now he really doubted that. Maybe his gut wasn’t telling him that there was something special about this good-looking pearly-white unicorn policemare – maybe it was warning him to get the hell away from her. Well, he didn’t; they exchanged pleasantries, she agreed to his offer, the issue was surprisingly easy to fix, and they each went on their merry way. Only she looked at him very strangely before riding off… but he felt too good having helped someone to notice.
Mere hours later, leaving his hotel room, he found the policemare waiting for him at the exit. He only smiled and said hello before she arm-locked and handcuffed him, expertly attaching him to the back of her vehicle.
“Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres? You’re under arrest for tampering with police property and harassment of senior officer Rarity Belle.”
“Uhm, I’m sorry? Lady, you’ve got to have—“
“Being said senior officer, I’ve authorized myself to enact corporeal punishment. You have the right to remain silent, and please do – you’ll need your lungs shortly.”
“The hell?! What’re you on— HEY HOLD ON!”
The mare was remarkably stern, and the cuffs held tight to the back seat. His blood pumped hard and his heart beat fast. It did not compute how he could be arrested for such a crime – it was the polar opposite of what she did! And the mare seemed so pretty and nice. But all his protests fell on deaf ears, especially as they sped down the highway, wind whistling in his ears as he sat facing back against the mare.
The ride was three minutes at most, so he couldn’t even take the time to think about things. In fact, his mind was only more cluttered now, and he fumbled in confusion, babbling and pleading with the mare, trying to convince her that there’s some sort of mistake. She, however, sternly pushed him along with her baton, until they came to the bondage chair, situated in an open area not far from both the police department and the city’s park.
He wanted to like the city and he wanted to like the mare, but this was just ridiculous.
“What in damnation is that stockade for? The hell do you mean ‘corporal punishment’?”
“Why, for non-violent crimes such as yours, that’d be… a lengthy period of rigorous, public tickle torture. Surely you’re feigning ignorance?”
“Ignorance of what? I ain’t did nothing, what sort of… Wait, a lengthy period of FUCKING WHAT?!” Applejack shouted.
Before he could act, he was harshly nudged in the back with the policemare’s baton. He was lost for words, his mind almost blacked out. A law officer? Punishing him for a crime he’d never commit? This was already cracking his honest country worldview, but the actual punishment made his brain freeze up.
He struggled, of course, but the officer was surprisingly strong and agile. AJ was thrown into the stocks expertly, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He could only thrash and pull forward, and before long, the unicorn’s telekinesis shoved his legs through the holes of the foot stocks. Applejack’s blood boiled.
“Oh you reckless country bumpkin, you. I’ll let our correctional contractors know you used profanity on a police officer. That’s a repeat offense after you tampered with my inventory!”
“Lady! What the FUCK! Is this a prank?!”
“A prank? Now you insult our methods too, you silly oaf. This isn’t a prank, this is merely justice!”
“This is bullshit, that’s what this is! Let me out, darnit! What sort of hookie-brained punishment is t-tickling anyway?!” Applejack would argue loudly. Alas, all it did was attract more and more onlookers.
“An effective one, darling country felon dear. And a highly entertaining one for our law abiding crowd…”
Applejack continued to protest and shout, but all that attracted was more onlookers. He called out to them as well, but the most he got was advice to stay silent and multiple pointed fingers and laughs. For someone as down to earth and upstanding as himself, this was ludicrous. He would have continued to complain, but he didn’t get to.
Just a couple minutes after he was strapped in, two mares arrived in a police vehicle. They didn’t give him the same feeling the policemare first did – but they did look like vain city types. An earth mare and a unicorn, both in civilian clothes, but each was escorted by a police officer, and had a badge come into view on their shoulders once they entered the area.
He pleaded with them too, even if ordinarily he’d avoid talking to either punk-ass greasers (the earth mare) or pampered rich bitches (the unicorn). The unicorn just rolled her eyes, while the earth mare was more occupied stretching and cracking her fingers. Rarity Belle addressed the two:
“What a timely arrival! How wonderful. Our felon here, Mr. Applejack, has already performed multiple infractions. Numerous uses of profanity and contempt of law.”
“Ah well, I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be, anyway. Oh, dude, good thing you’ve got big feet, this’ll be a while!” the earth mare said and giggled, spinning her shoulders one last time.
“Peh. Outsiders. At least this one is fairly attractive… Enough to last 3 hours of excruciating tickling on his feet,” the unicorn said, approaching the footstocks and tapping her hands against AJ’s boots.
“WHAT SORT OF HELLHOLE IS THIS?! Tickling?! I didn’t DO anything! Quit wasting your time, this cop is off her—“
“He’s a difficult case, girls. Don’t go easy on him or his big earth-boy feet.” Rarity Belle said, lighting up a cigarette, puffing it, and exhaling in AJ’s face. “Mr. Country Boy needs a lesson in the Manehattan way of things…”
“Holy shit, y’all are bonkers! Three hours??? Lemme go, I didn’t do NOTHING! NO-THING!!! NO no no GET AWAY DARNIT AAHH FUCK!”
They slowly pulled off his heavy boots, to the elation of the gathering crowd. And then the socks. Rarity Belle took the boots off them as the two knelt by his exposed, bare feet. He blushed violently and struggled.
Air brushed up against his plumpy orange size 15s, but very soon, it wasn’t just the air. To hoots and cheers from the crowd, the mares unceremoniously began to tickle at his feet.
That was where he was now. Being mercilessly tickled by two vain bitches, punished for a crime he didn’t commit, betrayed by someone who was meant to be the picture of honesty itself. This was so ludicrous, he’d laugh if he heard the idea before. Now he would be frothing with anger and fighting, but there was just one problem; his whole life, he’d been one ticklish fucker.
He was big, strong, handy, and all the other things typical of earth ponies. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the hardy type of earth pony. He was the soft kind of earth pony. His big sister teased him about it relentlessly, so did the Oranges, and pretty much anyone he knew poked fun at him for being such a softie. Applejack didn’t lack willpower and always fought back, it wasn’t that easy to tease him into submission, but this wasn’t a playful wrestle. This was him searing with anger, surrounded by mean strangers, accused of a crime he didn’t commit, and with his family business in jeopardy because of his felony. And dozens of urbanites were ogling and gawking at him, pointing fingers, giggling, snapping pictures and jeering.
Whoever invented Manehattan’s backwards corporal punishment system must have been out for AJ specifically. He never did anything wrong, but already a part of him wanted to play ball. Applejack was too headstrong for that, though. In fact, that just made him struggle more.
The two mares’ fingers felt electrifying against his soles, and even sensing a stranger’s touch against them set him on edge, but he struggled as much as he could. He tried to hold in laughter, but it spilled through in the first ten seconds. While he chortled and pealed with stressful laughs, he pulled hard at the restraints, and wriggled his huge feet with all his might. It felt wrong pushing into these girls’ hands, especially with the light cover of perspiration he gathered in the summer heat, but he tried.
It kinda worked, his thick soles pressed against the leather fingerless gloves of the earth mare and the dainty, ring-bearing hands of the unicorn, and tickling him was harder. He was going to use that time to protest some more, but Rarity Belle puffed more smoke in his face, and before he knew it, he felt pieces of rope string tie around his big toes. He immediately wriggled again, but now he was easier to contain.
“Resisting, are we? Oh yes, you big, strong stallion, you. You’re only good for being forceful against fragile mares, aren’t you?” the police mare said while he cleared his throat, shook his head, and tried to bear it. “Well, our skilled corporal punishment experts will tickle that misbehavior right out of you, darling. It’s remarkably effective.”
“It’s no problem, forget about it. I’ve got ‘em. It’s fun when they struggle anyways,” the earth mare replied. Applejack groaned and shuddered as she wrangled his foot. He felt her fingers sneak between his damp, wriggling toes, and press deep into the squishy ball of his foot. The mare snickered with pleasure, while he growled with frustration. It was invasive and left him vulnerable.
“Simple boys like this one just don’t learn very fast. Oh, but that’s not a problem. Please remember, every time you upset us, we’re just going to make it worse for you,” the unicorn said too. Applejack was already beginning to let out squeals from the earth mare’s fingers skittering over his sole, but the unicorn made him guffaw and scream. There was a tool belt of sorts attached to her shoulder, and she didn’t wait to use it. She grabbed his toes with surprising strength, bent his foot back, and began to rigorously scrape the insanely soft line connecting the toes to the ball. She did it with such strength that even letting go of the toes made his foot stay in place.
Applejack hated laughing like a loon. This tickled intensely, and he knew they’d only just begun. He’d been teased enough growing up to know that tickling could be more exhausting than fun, but back then he would get his own back, and it was usually in good fun. This wasn’t - this was disarming and incredibly cruel. And everyone around liked it.
The two ticklers had his feet where they wanted them, and they weren’t afraid to go hard. Agile earth pony fingers fluttered and scrabbled all over his chunky, soft sole, exploiting the tautened arch and generating friction with the speed and strength of their clawing. The comb had numerous pointed teeth that felt like murder on his damnably soft feet. Oh, he hated this, alright. Being a big, tough stallion with ticklish feet was already bad enough, but now he was at the hands of ponies that definitely knew what they were doing. He wasn’t even their toughest victim. Really, that’s what he was – their victim.
He giggled, chortled, hacked and shouted, always looking for a way to wriggle, struggle and show his willpower. He was a honest to hay adult stallion with business dealings to settle and a family name to uphold, and they were doing THIS to him? For no reason! Applejack refused to accept it and kept making a scene, even if the only one he was convincing was himself.
“Heeeh, HAAAH! AHAHAH, AHH-HAH! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!”
“Pfffhahahah, you FUCKING WEIRDOS! WHAHAHAT’S WITH MY FEEET?! FREHEHEEAKING GIT!”
“Oh HOLY SHIIIHIHIT no no NONONO, NOT THEEHEERE! Khhhhhgrrrr… EEEEE!”
He just couldn’t stop. The dam was breached and he erupted with all sorts of unmanly noises, ranting and shouting. The urbanite crowd laughed at him routinely.
“Shhheeeheeeheeet! QUIT STAAAHARING AT MEEE, C-CAN’TCHU SEE IT’S TOHOHOOORTURE???”
“Nooohooo… Nooohooohooohaaahaaa, daaammmiiit! I’M EEEHEEEHEENOCENT!”
“TeeheehAHAHAHAH, STOOOHOOP! I geeeheheh— I GET THE POOOINT! CUT ME OUTTA HEEERE! NnnnOOOO!”
“Wow, what a sensitive big bastard. Geez, you’re making earth ponies look like total pushovers, dude. Yeeeah, you deserve it! You hate it, dontcha?” the earth pony teased him in return, scraping hard against his feet. For an unkempt greasemonkey, she had suspiciously fine nails, ones that dimpled his pillowy flesh very deep. Every heavy rake of his taut sole left white trails that soon blushed pink.
With time – which passed oh so slowly – she found ways to make him even more miserable. AJ’s ridiculously wide arch proved a perfect spot for her fingers to abuse. He would explode and threaten to pull out of his seat every time she really dug in. The mare clearly had a lot of fun wriggling, fluttering, poking, digging, scrabbling and scratching at the arch, and it soon became her favorite spot. The other hand would sometimes tickle gently at the ball, or move the fingers around just to irritate his toes with the leathery gloves.
She made it intrusive, harsh and bully-like, pushing AJ’s buttons and setting him off time and time again. His protests and shouts fell on deaf ears, and the only break she took from tormenting him was to unpack a bundle of gum. She made sure to chew loudly, so he’d hear it over his laughter and get even more pissed.
“What a dumb, sweating hunk. You’re making me believe my father’s ramblings. Are you stupid, Applejack? Do you realize you’re just making it worse for yourself? No matter. You’re going to plead guilty and serve your time, alright – they all do,” the unicorn said. She continuously focused on his toes, which were easy targets, being plump and saturated from the summer heat. Her egregiously well-manicured fingernails touched down on them for a few minutes, but the mare put on an exaggerated face of disdain, making sure he knew she thought she was better than him. She had other ways to deal with his toes.
The mare was ambidexterous, able to use tools in each hand with equal power. His toe line wasn’t adapting to the harsh comb anytime soon, so she soon pulled out a new implement – a bristly toothbrush. AJ’s pinky toe was gently pulled aside with magic, and it got inside. No more magic was needed, the brush was in, and every last bristle tickled mad against the insides of his toes. AJ was shocked by how sharp and intense the sensation was. He pleaded and asked for her to quit, but she only curled her lips.
She made sure he realized just how vulnerable he really was, making him feel weak and hopeless. The mare was a sadist through and through, she enjoyed torturing him like this, but unlike the earth mare, she put more effort into being hateable. The unicorn read him well enough to know that a stallion like him enjoyed putting high-borne bitches like herself down, and she made sure to be everything he’d have wanted to beat.
The vain, aloof looking mares were far smarter than Applejack thought. Be it by instinct or through skill, they created a cocktail of agonizing tickling, seething frustration and burning humiliation, breaking the stallion’s defenses brick by brick and leaving him a desperately laughing, pleading mess in front of dozens of strangers. And then, there was the instigator herself.
“Tsk… Aren’t you a ticklish little felon, Mr. Country Boy? Embarrassing for a stallion, isn’t it?..” She said to him, leaning over the side of the stocks. He could smell the cherry scented cigarette breath from her mouth. His heart skipped a beat and his gut was both hot and cold. “Remember, darling, anything you say or do can and will be used against you! You’re making a horrid case for yourself, and it’s only been a mere 15 minutes!”
He could only roar in anger and roiling ticklish agony. It was like the moment they looked at each other, this mare instantly learned every last little weakness of his. She orchestrated all this just to mess with him. Maybe she felt something when she saw him too? If so, then Manehattan must have really screwed with her brain, because AJ felt nothing of this kind when they met. He felt attracted to her, but he didn’t want to torture and humiliate her into submission!
He hated when it was done to him, and he wasn’t mean enough to do this to anyone else!
But officer Rarity Belle was different, and she was getting where she wanted. She ruled this place – this specific place. The law was clearly on her side, the crowd was happy to tease a tortured country bumpkin into oblivion, and the officers she got to do the deed were unmatched experts in dismantling ponies like him. AJ was iron-willed and had strong principles, but he felt his armor chipping away. This femme fatale in police uniform was having her way with him, and any resistance only played into her hand. He couldn’t win – she had him; he was hers, and she didn’t need to even lay a finger on him.
That made him feel funny. But then, his body was exploding with extreme tickling sensations, and his mind was charged with anger, frustration, embarrassment, and even fear. For a stallion this soft, this level of tickling was mercilessly intense – he felt more taxed than during the absolute worst of his farm chores. Laughing so much and so hard made his lungs, gut and face start aching. Yet at the same time, he was just too damn tough for his own good. AJ had impeccable endurance – but it didn’t mean the tickling wasn’t so bad; no, it just meant his body was able to push through the rising exhaustion. It scared him that it’s only been 15 minutes, but he knew he wouldn’t pass out within 3 hours. He’d be there for every minute of this torment. Funny is just one of many things he’d be feeling!
Another fear, of course, was for his reputation. To think he’d gone here to do business… Being tickle-ravaged in public for 3 consecutive hours was going to do him no good. Hell, they were filming him on their stupid phones! On top of the intense physical stress of being tickled so much, he felt sharp pangs of humiliation and embarrassment. It was already hot, it being summer, but his palms sweated, his ears and eyes twitched, and his gut felt cold and spiky. Not to mention he was now going to be a convicted felon…
Though in the moment, the humiliation was limited to these sensations; plus the occasional sight of a pointed finger, a click of a camera, or, more importantly, unending taunts and jeers. Fortunately for AJ, the tickling was just agonizing enough to keep his mind off how badly he failed his family. Minutes clocked on, and then so did entire hours, but they found ways to keep it unbearable.
His feet offered too much ground for torture. It wasn’t long until the earth mare switched up a little and snuck her fingers directly between his toes – all four hollows at once. She ruthlessly scrabbled and swept all over the most sensitive parts of his feet. She grinned wide and blew a particularly huge bubble, her fingernails scouring the toe-betweens and the stems, all while the other hand still raked away at his arch. AJ was a country stallion, but even he felt queasy at his personal space being violated – and if this mare went any harder at him, she’d be inside him.
The unicorn had an array of tools at her disposal. While the earth mare left almost no part of her sole untouched, this bitch selected highly specific points and drove him mad by abusing them and only them. The toothbrush had been between every last toe, methodically scrubbing the vulnerable, pale-yellow insides to a reddish blush. A sharp poker to the center of each toe stem, twirled around for perfect tickle lightning shooting through the toes. A forked instrument that penetrated every layer of defense even on his tough heels, feeling like it scraped at his very soul. A gentle paintbrush that she took around every last inch of each of his toes, while finally exploring otherwise with her comb – his toes wriggled madly, but the paintbrush was too soft to be stopped, yet it was awful. A device like a dentist’s pick, which she set into the middle of each toe hollow and moved very gently, provoking infernal tickling shocks with each little dig.
Eventually, the earth mare got a little carried away with her gum and exploded a bubble all over his feet. A couple laughs were had, and AJ got to catch a few burning breaths, but it was the signal of the roughest part of his torture.
The earth pony didn’t come empty-handed either – she happened to have a pair of heavy scrubbing brushes in an inside pocket. He’d been tickled, taunted, teased and otherwise tired out for an hour and a half, so to him, they looked terrifying. He hardly even minded shedding tears as he outright begged them not to use those. He was so desperate, he hoped it’d work…
His abused, blushing, huge feet glistened in the hot sun with apple-scented sweat, but not for long. To cheers and loud whistles from the audience, the two mares began to scrub his soles with extreme prejudice. His mind used to be taxed by handling two types of tickling torture at once, as well as all the mocking and teasing, not to mention Rarity Belle’s dominating presence – and now it could focus even harder on the horrible ordeal. His soft, slick feet made for perfect ground to brush with sharp, tough plastic bristles, dozens of them. The brushes were huge enough to be as big as a regular unicorn’s foot; for AJ, they were simply big enough to take up what was sensitive. Arches, middles, and a bit of the toe line. These mares were stronger than they seemed. For minutes on end, they tenderized his ticklish feet with heavy, speedy scrubbing motions. They were intent on knocking out whatever fight he had left in him.
He went into silent, coughing laughter. Rarity showed no compassion, blowing more smoke in his face at one point, which only made the crowd giggle. AJ was outright crying now, the sensation was so severe that he’d almost forgot who he was and why this was done to him – this was just so intensely bad that he felt small, weak and bullied. The audience chanted “Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!” as he begged for it to stop.
It eventually did, and he was left a slumped, sweaty mess. His eyes were blurry.
“Well isn’t this one knocked-out criminal. What a troublemaker you are, Mr. Country Boy,” Rarity said. AJ wheezed for air, feeling like he’d been out in the field for a week, pulling literally all of their farming machinery by the rope. “Does he look penitent? I’m not hearing a confession.”
“I… I-I… I did—“ Applejack mumbled in a weak voice. His mind was scrambled eggs. He managed to recollect why they were even there. “I… I didn’t do it, I just—“
“Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. And unacceptable. Oh well, I thought we’d be lenient and cut the final 30 minutes off from Applejack’s punishment, but since he refuses to cooperate… Do go on, girls!” the officer exclaimed, to everyone’s cheers.
Well, maybe a few people groaned, but that was likely because they’d now have to stand in the heat for another half hour to enjoy him being tickled to death. Overall, everyone cheered and laughed – at him. Even he found it in him to laugh. Not at himself; he hadn’t gone crazy yet, simply delirious. Oh no, it was just that they decided to put him through the absolute worst before he was done.
The earth mare shared another implement with the unicorn. A long, thick piece of string, covered in extremely hardy fuzz, with handles on each side. It was threaded through his sweat-covered toes, and even that process made him waste oxygen squealing. Everyone was overjoyed at how pathetically ticklish he was, and at how his endurance meant he would continue to entertain the onlookers. He shook his head and pleaded for mercy, but there was none – both mares took a handle and began to see-saw the fuzzy thread through his wriggling toes. It was like raking brushes for the toes.
Nowhere was safe from cataclysmic tickling. Even the sides of his plumpy toes were ticklish. Even the pads were brushed by the unrelenting fuzz. This was so severe, it was no wonder they saved it for last – even his sensitivity would fade after half an hour of this.
But for this half hour, they sawed and sawed through his toes, cooing at him and putting him down. Once they’d found a good rhythm, each mare used a free hand to tickle at the shuddering, vulnerable soles. Even the unicorn realized AJ was in exquisite agony, and couldn’t resist tearing into his feet with her own thick, long nails. Nowhere was safe for Applejack, who only meant well and wanted to make a good impression.
It was a miracle that he stayed conscious for the end of it. Alas, he was just a rasping, shuddering sack of ticklish orange pony meat. His iron will and endurance played a cruel joke on him. He got to be conscious to learn what awaited him next.
Officer Rarity didn’t joke about him making things worse for himself. On so many charges of contempt of law and public indecency, he was additionally sentenced to an entire month at a correctional facility. When he was done reeling from how damaged the Apples’ business was going to be, he was about to feel relieved – he’d rather sit in the slammer than ever go through this again. But even that mercy eluded him. He was right – Rarity Belle was out to get him, break him and dominate him.
Because it turned out that the ‘correctional facility’ he was sent to was no prison. It was situated in one, but in reality, it was a place for higher ranking officers to have fun with attractive felons they particularly liked. Obviously, he was Rarity’s pick. Every day was spent being lotioned, massaged and thoroughly relaxed in near spa fashion. It was more of a resort, though with strict schedules and him not being allowed to mention anything to his family in calls. It all to lead to an evening when Rarity returned from her work hours and had her way with him.
Applejack’s willpower was remarkably enduring, so he kept acting proud, refusing to submit, even if his heart felt more and more fluttery when she got dominant. Of course, his unruly nature fueled more abuse – intense tickling of his poor, huge feet; heavy duty spanking of his feet and more; the horror that was prolonged orgasm denial through mechanical means; sometimes, on more lighthearted days, lengthy sessions of toothy, bitey, forced foot worship (once followed by an entire day spent in orgasm denial because he bit her when she offered hers for worshipping)… To Rarity, he was a gift that kept on giving, and there was always an excuse to go hard on him.
On days when she had personal matters to deal with, she’d leave him for other officers to play with, but they rarely did – the two mares, though mere contractor officers, would routinely show up just to fuck with him a little more. The two friends, Pebbles and Obsidian, really didn’t give him any more reasons to like them, and it felt like that was on purpose. Maybe they didn’t exactly get how interpersonal relations worked and didn’t even feel bad that they made him hate them.
Bit by bit, however, these thirty days eroded Applejack a little bit. He realized as much when he felt as if Rarity wasn’t entirely despicable and hateable. Thanks to her lengthy sessions, they spent quite a lot of time together, and sometimes they’d even talk about things. After all, she was a cop, and cops had bikes and handguns, not to mention they complained about paperwork – an unfortunate reality of both law service and running a farm. Despite their volatile situation, they seemed to get along, just a little – maybe he was right and there was something meant to be between them.
She was still a dominant bitch that adored controlling him and knocking him down a thousand pegs at a time, and he was still refusing to give up his now-wounded pride, while keeping a grudge against the harm she’d done to his image, not to mention the trauma of that public ordeal… But their ‘relationship’ became a little more amicable by the end of his sentence. All things considered, he did get to be pampered for hours on end and then engaging in sexual acts with an attractive female, instead of sitting in prison. For a crime he never committed, that was a passable trade.
And besides, when he finally got out, he found that a fair amount of local businesses wanted to contact him. Not once did his public tickle torture incident, or the month long stint in prison, be brought up. People snickered at him out on the street, but dealings went oddly good. His wits didn’t get tickled out of him all the way… AJ knew whose generosity he had to thank for that. He just preferred not to think about how she had all these connections.
Rarity was a dangerous mare… At least she saved his boots from the traditional public tickle torture victim raffle and gave them back to him. A dangerous mare, but a generous one. Could be worse!
ExistentialTorment One of our beloved Alt AU's to boot! Poor stallion Applejack, you trusted Mainhattan too much. >:3
We also have a delightful story written by him to accompany the piece.
*Appleboy's Big City Punishment*
When Applejack thought he had the wits and the temper to make it in Manehattan, he was wrong. Oh so terribly wrong.
Applejack had left Sweet Apple Acres for business in Canterlot and some neighboring villages before, but this was different – his first trip to the big city since he was a colt. Back then, his mother and father didn’t let him stay with the Oranges for more than a few weeks, and he hardly remembered a thing. Applejack dismissed his queasiness and acted all confident, but now it was clear that his gut was warning him. His gut, his big sister, his grandfather and his parents.
Now he locked into a set of stockades, while a crowd gathered to gloat at his misfortune. Applejack’s heart never beat this fast in his life, and he pulled and struggled against his binds. It wasn’t helping. In fact, the circumstances around his predicament made him feel disarmed and disturbed.
When he just got off the train, he ran into a policemare fiddling with her bike. Applejack was naturally kind and outgoing, not to mention handy with bikes (on account of fixing both his and his father’s many times) – so he offered. Something felt funny when they looked at each other – the good kind of funny in the moment, but now he really doubted that. Maybe his gut wasn’t telling him that there was something special about this good-looking pearly-white unicorn policemare – maybe it was warning him to get the hell away from her. Well, he didn’t; they exchanged pleasantries, she agreed to his offer, the issue was surprisingly easy to fix, and they each went on their merry way. Only she looked at him very strangely before riding off… but he felt too good having helped someone to notice.
Mere hours later, leaving his hotel room, he found the policemare waiting for him at the exit. He only smiled and said hello before she arm-locked and handcuffed him, expertly attaching him to the back of her vehicle.
“Applejack, of Sweet Apple Acres? You’re under arrest for tampering with police property and harassment of senior officer Rarity Belle.”
“Uhm, I’m sorry? Lady, you’ve got to have—“
“Being said senior officer, I’ve authorized myself to enact corporeal punishment. You have the right to remain silent, and please do – you’ll need your lungs shortly.”
“The hell?! What’re you on— HEY HOLD ON!”
The mare was remarkably stern, and the cuffs held tight to the back seat. His blood pumped hard and his heart beat fast. It did not compute how he could be arrested for such a crime – it was the polar opposite of what she did! And the mare seemed so pretty and nice. But all his protests fell on deaf ears, especially as they sped down the highway, wind whistling in his ears as he sat facing back against the mare.
The ride was three minutes at most, so he couldn’t even take the time to think about things. In fact, his mind was only more cluttered now, and he fumbled in confusion, babbling and pleading with the mare, trying to convince her that there’s some sort of mistake. She, however, sternly pushed him along with her baton, until they came to the bondage chair, situated in an open area not far from both the police department and the city’s park.
He wanted to like the city and he wanted to like the mare, but this was just ridiculous.
“What in damnation is that stockade for? The hell do you mean ‘corporal punishment’?”
“Why, for non-violent crimes such as yours, that’d be… a lengthy period of rigorous, public tickle torture. Surely you’re feigning ignorance?”
“Ignorance of what? I ain’t did nothing, what sort of… Wait, a lengthy period of FUCKING WHAT?!” Applejack shouted.
Before he could act, he was harshly nudged in the back with the policemare’s baton. He was lost for words, his mind almost blacked out. A law officer? Punishing him for a crime he’d never commit? This was already cracking his honest country worldview, but the actual punishment made his brain freeze up.
He struggled, of course, but the officer was surprisingly strong and agile. AJ was thrown into the stocks expertly, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He could only thrash and pull forward, and before long, the unicorn’s telekinesis shoved his legs through the holes of the foot stocks. Applejack’s blood boiled.
“Oh you reckless country bumpkin, you. I’ll let our correctional contractors know you used profanity on a police officer. That’s a repeat offense after you tampered with my inventory!”
“Lady! What the FUCK! Is this a prank?!”
“A prank? Now you insult our methods too, you silly oaf. This isn’t a prank, this is merely justice!”
“This is bullshit, that’s what this is! Let me out, darnit! What sort of hookie-brained punishment is t-tickling anyway?!” Applejack would argue loudly. Alas, all it did was attract more and more onlookers.
“An effective one, darling country felon dear. And a highly entertaining one for our law abiding crowd…”
Applejack continued to protest and shout, but all that attracted was more onlookers. He called out to them as well, but the most he got was advice to stay silent and multiple pointed fingers and laughs. For someone as down to earth and upstanding as himself, this was ludicrous. He would have continued to complain, but he didn’t get to.
Just a couple minutes after he was strapped in, two mares arrived in a police vehicle. They didn’t give him the same feeling the policemare first did – but they did look like vain city types. An earth mare and a unicorn, both in civilian clothes, but each was escorted by a police officer, and had a badge come into view on their shoulders once they entered the area.
He pleaded with them too, even if ordinarily he’d avoid talking to either punk-ass greasers (the earth mare) or pampered rich bitches (the unicorn). The unicorn just rolled her eyes, while the earth mare was more occupied stretching and cracking her fingers. Rarity Belle addressed the two:
“What a timely arrival! How wonderful. Our felon here, Mr. Applejack, has already performed multiple infractions. Numerous uses of profanity and contempt of law.”
“Ah well, I didn’t have anywhere I needed to be, anyway. Oh, dude, good thing you’ve got big feet, this’ll be a while!” the earth mare said and giggled, spinning her shoulders one last time.
“Peh. Outsiders. At least this one is fairly attractive… Enough to last 3 hours of excruciating tickling on his feet,” the unicorn said, approaching the footstocks and tapping her hands against AJ’s boots.
“WHAT SORT OF HELLHOLE IS THIS?! Tickling?! I didn’t DO anything! Quit wasting your time, this cop is off her—“
“He’s a difficult case, girls. Don’t go easy on him or his big earth-boy feet.” Rarity Belle said, lighting up a cigarette, puffing it, and exhaling in AJ’s face. “Mr. Country Boy needs a lesson in the Manehattan way of things…”
“Holy shit, y’all are bonkers! Three hours??? Lemme go, I didn’t do NOTHING! NO-THING!!! NO no no GET AWAY DARNIT AAHH FUCK!”
They slowly pulled off his heavy boots, to the elation of the gathering crowd. And then the socks. Rarity Belle took the boots off them as the two knelt by his exposed, bare feet. He blushed violently and struggled.
Air brushed up against his plumpy orange size 15s, but very soon, it wasn’t just the air. To hoots and cheers from the crowd, the mares unceremoniously began to tickle at his feet.
That was where he was now. Being mercilessly tickled by two vain bitches, punished for a crime he didn’t commit, betrayed by someone who was meant to be the picture of honesty itself. This was so ludicrous, he’d laugh if he heard the idea before. Now he would be frothing with anger and fighting, but there was just one problem; his whole life, he’d been one ticklish fucker.
He was big, strong, handy, and all the other things typical of earth ponies. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the hardy type of earth pony. He was the soft kind of earth pony. His big sister teased him about it relentlessly, so did the Oranges, and pretty much anyone he knew poked fun at him for being such a softie. Applejack didn’t lack willpower and always fought back, it wasn’t that easy to tease him into submission, but this wasn’t a playful wrestle. This was him searing with anger, surrounded by mean strangers, accused of a crime he didn’t commit, and with his family business in jeopardy because of his felony. And dozens of urbanites were ogling and gawking at him, pointing fingers, giggling, snapping pictures and jeering.
Whoever invented Manehattan’s backwards corporal punishment system must have been out for AJ specifically. He never did anything wrong, but already a part of him wanted to play ball. Applejack was too headstrong for that, though. In fact, that just made him struggle more.
The two mares’ fingers felt electrifying against his soles, and even sensing a stranger’s touch against them set him on edge, but he struggled as much as he could. He tried to hold in laughter, but it spilled through in the first ten seconds. While he chortled and pealed with stressful laughs, he pulled hard at the restraints, and wriggled his huge feet with all his might. It felt wrong pushing into these girls’ hands, especially with the light cover of perspiration he gathered in the summer heat, but he tried.
It kinda worked, his thick soles pressed against the leather fingerless gloves of the earth mare and the dainty, ring-bearing hands of the unicorn, and tickling him was harder. He was going to use that time to protest some more, but Rarity Belle puffed more smoke in his face, and before he knew it, he felt pieces of rope string tie around his big toes. He immediately wriggled again, but now he was easier to contain.
“Resisting, are we? Oh yes, you big, strong stallion, you. You’re only good for being forceful against fragile mares, aren’t you?” the police mare said while he cleared his throat, shook his head, and tried to bear it. “Well, our skilled corporal punishment experts will tickle that misbehavior right out of you, darling. It’s remarkably effective.”
“It’s no problem, forget about it. I’ve got ‘em. It’s fun when they struggle anyways,” the earth mare replied. Applejack groaned and shuddered as she wrangled his foot. He felt her fingers sneak between his damp, wriggling toes, and press deep into the squishy ball of his foot. The mare snickered with pleasure, while he growled with frustration. It was invasive and left him vulnerable.
“Simple boys like this one just don’t learn very fast. Oh, but that’s not a problem. Please remember, every time you upset us, we’re just going to make it worse for you,” the unicorn said too. Applejack was already beginning to let out squeals from the earth mare’s fingers skittering over his sole, but the unicorn made him guffaw and scream. There was a tool belt of sorts attached to her shoulder, and she didn’t wait to use it. She grabbed his toes with surprising strength, bent his foot back, and began to rigorously scrape the insanely soft line connecting the toes to the ball. She did it with such strength that even letting go of the toes made his foot stay in place.
Applejack hated laughing like a loon. This tickled intensely, and he knew they’d only just begun. He’d been teased enough growing up to know that tickling could be more exhausting than fun, but back then he would get his own back, and it was usually in good fun. This wasn’t - this was disarming and incredibly cruel. And everyone around liked it.
The two ticklers had his feet where they wanted them, and they weren’t afraid to go hard. Agile earth pony fingers fluttered and scrabbled all over his chunky, soft sole, exploiting the tautened arch and generating friction with the speed and strength of their clawing. The comb had numerous pointed teeth that felt like murder on his damnably soft feet. Oh, he hated this, alright. Being a big, tough stallion with ticklish feet was already bad enough, but now he was at the hands of ponies that definitely knew what they were doing. He wasn’t even their toughest victim. Really, that’s what he was – their victim.
He giggled, chortled, hacked and shouted, always looking for a way to wriggle, struggle and show his willpower. He was a honest to hay adult stallion with business dealings to settle and a family name to uphold, and they were doing THIS to him? For no reason! Applejack refused to accept it and kept making a scene, even if the only one he was convincing was himself.
“Heeeh, HAAAH! AHAHAH, AHH-HAH! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!”
“Pfffhahahah, you FUCKING WEIRDOS! WHAHAHAT’S WITH MY FEEET?! FREHEHEEAKING GIT!”
“Oh HOLY SHIIIHIHIT no no NONONO, NOT THEEHEERE! Khhhhhgrrrr… EEEEE!”
He just couldn’t stop. The dam was breached and he erupted with all sorts of unmanly noises, ranting and shouting. The urbanite crowd laughed at him routinely.
“Shhheeeheeeheeet! QUIT STAAAHARING AT MEEE, C-CAN’TCHU SEE IT’S TOHOHOOORTURE???”
“Nooohooo… Nooohooohooohaaahaaa, daaammmiiit! I’M EEEHEEEHEENOCENT!”
“TeeheehAHAHAHAH, STOOOHOOP! I geeeheheh— I GET THE POOOINT! CUT ME OUTTA HEEERE! NnnnOOOO!”
“Wow, what a sensitive big bastard. Geez, you’re making earth ponies look like total pushovers, dude. Yeeeah, you deserve it! You hate it, dontcha?” the earth pony teased him in return, scraping hard against his feet. For an unkempt greasemonkey, she had suspiciously fine nails, ones that dimpled his pillowy flesh very deep. Every heavy rake of his taut sole left white trails that soon blushed pink.
With time – which passed oh so slowly – she found ways to make him even more miserable. AJ’s ridiculously wide arch proved a perfect spot for her fingers to abuse. He would explode and threaten to pull out of his seat every time she really dug in. The mare clearly had a lot of fun wriggling, fluttering, poking, digging, scrabbling and scratching at the arch, and it soon became her favorite spot. The other hand would sometimes tickle gently at the ball, or move the fingers around just to irritate his toes with the leathery gloves.
She made it intrusive, harsh and bully-like, pushing AJ’s buttons and setting him off time and time again. His protests and shouts fell on deaf ears, and the only break she took from tormenting him was to unpack a bundle of gum. She made sure to chew loudly, so he’d hear it over his laughter and get even more pissed.
“What a dumb, sweating hunk. You’re making me believe my father’s ramblings. Are you stupid, Applejack? Do you realize you’re just making it worse for yourself? No matter. You’re going to plead guilty and serve your time, alright – they all do,” the unicorn said. She continuously focused on his toes, which were easy targets, being plump and saturated from the summer heat. Her egregiously well-manicured fingernails touched down on them for a few minutes, but the mare put on an exaggerated face of disdain, making sure he knew she thought she was better than him. She had other ways to deal with his toes.
The mare was ambidexterous, able to use tools in each hand with equal power. His toe line wasn’t adapting to the harsh comb anytime soon, so she soon pulled out a new implement – a bristly toothbrush. AJ’s pinky toe was gently pulled aside with magic, and it got inside. No more magic was needed, the brush was in, and every last bristle tickled mad against the insides of his toes. AJ was shocked by how sharp and intense the sensation was. He pleaded and asked for her to quit, but she only curled her lips.
She made sure he realized just how vulnerable he really was, making him feel weak and hopeless. The mare was a sadist through and through, she enjoyed torturing him like this, but unlike the earth mare, she put more effort into being hateable. The unicorn read him well enough to know that a stallion like him enjoyed putting high-borne bitches like herself down, and she made sure to be everything he’d have wanted to beat.
The vain, aloof looking mares were far smarter than Applejack thought. Be it by instinct or through skill, they created a cocktail of agonizing tickling, seething frustration and burning humiliation, breaking the stallion’s defenses brick by brick and leaving him a desperately laughing, pleading mess in front of dozens of strangers. And then, there was the instigator herself.
“Tsk… Aren’t you a ticklish little felon, Mr. Country Boy? Embarrassing for a stallion, isn’t it?..” She said to him, leaning over the side of the stocks. He could smell the cherry scented cigarette breath from her mouth. His heart skipped a beat and his gut was both hot and cold. “Remember, darling, anything you say or do can and will be used against you! You’re making a horrid case for yourself, and it’s only been a mere 15 minutes!”
He could only roar in anger and roiling ticklish agony. It was like the moment they looked at each other, this mare instantly learned every last little weakness of his. She orchestrated all this just to mess with him. Maybe she felt something when she saw him too? If so, then Manehattan must have really screwed with her brain, because AJ felt nothing of this kind when they met. He felt attracted to her, but he didn’t want to torture and humiliate her into submission!
He hated when it was done to him, and he wasn’t mean enough to do this to anyone else!
But officer Rarity Belle was different, and she was getting where she wanted. She ruled this place – this specific place. The law was clearly on her side, the crowd was happy to tease a tortured country bumpkin into oblivion, and the officers she got to do the deed were unmatched experts in dismantling ponies like him. AJ was iron-willed and had strong principles, but he felt his armor chipping away. This femme fatale in police uniform was having her way with him, and any resistance only played into her hand. He couldn’t win – she had him; he was hers, and she didn’t need to even lay a finger on him.
That made him feel funny. But then, his body was exploding with extreme tickling sensations, and his mind was charged with anger, frustration, embarrassment, and even fear. For a stallion this soft, this level of tickling was mercilessly intense – he felt more taxed than during the absolute worst of his farm chores. Laughing so much and so hard made his lungs, gut and face start aching. Yet at the same time, he was just too damn tough for his own good. AJ had impeccable endurance – but it didn’t mean the tickling wasn’t so bad; no, it just meant his body was able to push through the rising exhaustion. It scared him that it’s only been 15 minutes, but he knew he wouldn’t pass out within 3 hours. He’d be there for every minute of this torment. Funny is just one of many things he’d be feeling!
Another fear, of course, was for his reputation. To think he’d gone here to do business… Being tickle-ravaged in public for 3 consecutive hours was going to do him no good. Hell, they were filming him on their stupid phones! On top of the intense physical stress of being tickled so much, he felt sharp pangs of humiliation and embarrassment. It was already hot, it being summer, but his palms sweated, his ears and eyes twitched, and his gut felt cold and spiky. Not to mention he was now going to be a convicted felon…
Though in the moment, the humiliation was limited to these sensations; plus the occasional sight of a pointed finger, a click of a camera, or, more importantly, unending taunts and jeers. Fortunately for AJ, the tickling was just agonizing enough to keep his mind off how badly he failed his family. Minutes clocked on, and then so did entire hours, but they found ways to keep it unbearable.
His feet offered too much ground for torture. It wasn’t long until the earth mare switched up a little and snuck her fingers directly between his toes – all four hollows at once. She ruthlessly scrabbled and swept all over the most sensitive parts of his feet. She grinned wide and blew a particularly huge bubble, her fingernails scouring the toe-betweens and the stems, all while the other hand still raked away at his arch. AJ was a country stallion, but even he felt queasy at his personal space being violated – and if this mare went any harder at him, she’d be inside him.
The unicorn had an array of tools at her disposal. While the earth mare left almost no part of her sole untouched, this bitch selected highly specific points and drove him mad by abusing them and only them. The toothbrush had been between every last toe, methodically scrubbing the vulnerable, pale-yellow insides to a reddish blush. A sharp poker to the center of each toe stem, twirled around for perfect tickle lightning shooting through the toes. A forked instrument that penetrated every layer of defense even on his tough heels, feeling like it scraped at his very soul. A gentle paintbrush that she took around every last inch of each of his toes, while finally exploring otherwise with her comb – his toes wriggled madly, but the paintbrush was too soft to be stopped, yet it was awful. A device like a dentist’s pick, which she set into the middle of each toe hollow and moved very gently, provoking infernal tickling shocks with each little dig.
Eventually, the earth mare got a little carried away with her gum and exploded a bubble all over his feet. A couple laughs were had, and AJ got to catch a few burning breaths, but it was the signal of the roughest part of his torture.
The earth pony didn’t come empty-handed either – she happened to have a pair of heavy scrubbing brushes in an inside pocket. He’d been tickled, taunted, teased and otherwise tired out for an hour and a half, so to him, they looked terrifying. He hardly even minded shedding tears as he outright begged them not to use those. He was so desperate, he hoped it’d work…
His abused, blushing, huge feet glistened in the hot sun with apple-scented sweat, but not for long. To cheers and loud whistles from the audience, the two mares began to scrub his soles with extreme prejudice. His mind used to be taxed by handling two types of tickling torture at once, as well as all the mocking and teasing, not to mention Rarity Belle’s dominating presence – and now it could focus even harder on the horrible ordeal. His soft, slick feet made for perfect ground to brush with sharp, tough plastic bristles, dozens of them. The brushes were huge enough to be as big as a regular unicorn’s foot; for AJ, they were simply big enough to take up what was sensitive. Arches, middles, and a bit of the toe line. These mares were stronger than they seemed. For minutes on end, they tenderized his ticklish feet with heavy, speedy scrubbing motions. They were intent on knocking out whatever fight he had left in him.
He went into silent, coughing laughter. Rarity showed no compassion, blowing more smoke in his face at one point, which only made the crowd giggle. AJ was outright crying now, the sensation was so severe that he’d almost forgot who he was and why this was done to him – this was just so intensely bad that he felt small, weak and bullied. The audience chanted “Scrub! Scrub! Scrub!” as he begged for it to stop.
It eventually did, and he was left a slumped, sweaty mess. His eyes were blurry.
“Well isn’t this one knocked-out criminal. What a troublemaker you are, Mr. Country Boy,” Rarity said. AJ wheezed for air, feeling like he’d been out in the field for a week, pulling literally all of their farming machinery by the rope. “Does he look penitent? I’m not hearing a confession.”
“I… I-I… I did—“ Applejack mumbled in a weak voice. His mind was scrambled eggs. He managed to recollect why they were even there. “I… I didn’t do it, I just—“
“Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable. And unacceptable. Oh well, I thought we’d be lenient and cut the final 30 minutes off from Applejack’s punishment, but since he refuses to cooperate… Do go on, girls!” the officer exclaimed, to everyone’s cheers.
Well, maybe a few people groaned, but that was likely because they’d now have to stand in the heat for another half hour to enjoy him being tickled to death. Overall, everyone cheered and laughed – at him. Even he found it in him to laugh. Not at himself; he hadn’t gone crazy yet, simply delirious. Oh no, it was just that they decided to put him through the absolute worst before he was done.
The earth mare shared another implement with the unicorn. A long, thick piece of string, covered in extremely hardy fuzz, with handles on each side. It was threaded through his sweat-covered toes, and even that process made him waste oxygen squealing. Everyone was overjoyed at how pathetically ticklish he was, and at how his endurance meant he would continue to entertain the onlookers. He shook his head and pleaded for mercy, but there was none – both mares took a handle and began to see-saw the fuzzy thread through his wriggling toes. It was like raking brushes for the toes.
Nowhere was safe from cataclysmic tickling. Even the sides of his plumpy toes were ticklish. Even the pads were brushed by the unrelenting fuzz. This was so severe, it was no wonder they saved it for last – even his sensitivity would fade after half an hour of this.
But for this half hour, they sawed and sawed through his toes, cooing at him and putting him down. Once they’d found a good rhythm, each mare used a free hand to tickle at the shuddering, vulnerable soles. Even the unicorn realized AJ was in exquisite agony, and couldn’t resist tearing into his feet with her own thick, long nails. Nowhere was safe for Applejack, who only meant well and wanted to make a good impression.
It was a miracle that he stayed conscious for the end of it. Alas, he was just a rasping, shuddering sack of ticklish orange pony meat. His iron will and endurance played a cruel joke on him. He got to be conscious to learn what awaited him next.
Officer Rarity didn’t joke about him making things worse for himself. On so many charges of contempt of law and public indecency, he was additionally sentenced to an entire month at a correctional facility. When he was done reeling from how damaged the Apples’ business was going to be, he was about to feel relieved – he’d rather sit in the slammer than ever go through this again. But even that mercy eluded him. He was right – Rarity Belle was out to get him, break him and dominate him.
Because it turned out that the ‘correctional facility’ he was sent to was no prison. It was situated in one, but in reality, it was a place for higher ranking officers to have fun with attractive felons they particularly liked. Obviously, he was Rarity’s pick. Every day was spent being lotioned, massaged and thoroughly relaxed in near spa fashion. It was more of a resort, though with strict schedules and him not being allowed to mention anything to his family in calls. It all to lead to an evening when Rarity returned from her work hours and had her way with him.
Applejack’s willpower was remarkably enduring, so he kept acting proud, refusing to submit, even if his heart felt more and more fluttery when she got dominant. Of course, his unruly nature fueled more abuse – intense tickling of his poor, huge feet; heavy duty spanking of his feet and more; the horror that was prolonged orgasm denial through mechanical means; sometimes, on more lighthearted days, lengthy sessions of toothy, bitey, forced foot worship (once followed by an entire day spent in orgasm denial because he bit her when she offered hers for worshipping)… To Rarity, he was a gift that kept on giving, and there was always an excuse to go hard on him.
On days when she had personal matters to deal with, she’d leave him for other officers to play with, but they rarely did – the two mares, though mere contractor officers, would routinely show up just to fuck with him a little more. The two friends, Pebbles and Obsidian, really didn’t give him any more reasons to like them, and it felt like that was on purpose. Maybe they didn’t exactly get how interpersonal relations worked and didn’t even feel bad that they made him hate them.
Bit by bit, however, these thirty days eroded Applejack a little bit. He realized as much when he felt as if Rarity wasn’t entirely despicable and hateable. Thanks to her lengthy sessions, they spent quite a lot of time together, and sometimes they’d even talk about things. After all, she was a cop, and cops had bikes and handguns, not to mention they complained about paperwork – an unfortunate reality of both law service and running a farm. Despite their volatile situation, they seemed to get along, just a little – maybe he was right and there was something meant to be between them.
She was still a dominant bitch that adored controlling him and knocking him down a thousand pegs at a time, and he was still refusing to give up his now-wounded pride, while keeping a grudge against the harm she’d done to his image, not to mention the trauma of that public ordeal… But their ‘relationship’ became a little more amicable by the end of his sentence. All things considered, he did get to be pampered for hours on end and then engaging in sexual acts with an attractive female, instead of sitting in prison. For a crime he never committed, that was a passable trade.
And besides, when he finally got out, he found that a fair amount of local businesses wanted to contact him. Not once did his public tickle torture incident, or the month long stint in prison, be brought up. People snickered at him out on the street, but dealings went oddly good. His wits didn’t get tickled out of him all the way… AJ knew whose generosity he had to thank for that. He just preferred not to think about how she had all these connections.
Rarity was a dangerous mare… At least she saved his boots from the traditional public tickle torture victim raffle and gave them back to him. A dangerous mare, but a generous one. Could be worse!
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