A Commission brought to you by Extor and his desire to see a poor Fluttershy squeal and suffer ticklishly at the hands of sadistic tormentors.

Such is his desire that he even created a nice story of it!

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Glinda and Mindy Cloudsinger, a power couple of tickling enthusiasts, are well-known agents in the worldwide black market. Their craft is nothing too gruesome to be illegal, but alas, all across Equestria, tickle torture is put underneath a blanket ban by the Royal Sisters. Whether they’re compensating for something or not, few know, but for foreign individuals specializing in the art of teasing and tickling ponies into hysteria, this is a… rather lucrative state of affairs. Prohibition breeds demand, and demand of a high, high level of pay at that. Operating out of a highly secure urban hideout and specializing in non-consensual tickling footage, the griffonness and dragonness are entirely too happy to continue receiving fat paychecks at the expense of tormenting the living daylights out of unsuspecting ponies.

And one day, an anonymous commissioner sends through a message, asking for a batch of no less than 50 hours of footage. The two were prepared to scoff at it, but then the attached payment came through. Once their eyes stopped doing The Cash Register, the devilish pair rubbed their hands and responded with agreement.

The unknown benefactor had a simple request… When Fluttershy walked into the ‘Claw and Talon’ exotic foods eatery on her Manehattan vacation trip, all she wanted was a soda on a hot day. Who could blame her for being 20+ years old shy reserved Pegasus mare with a slender build and no overt fetishistic predilections. Also, it was her first time over in town and this was simply the closest store to her hotel. Accepting a drink on the house, blushing profusely at a question about her feet, she promptly passed out on the spot. Poor innocent Fluttershy awoke somewhere quite different, while her captors quickly called up a number of connections to ensure their most recent catch would not be reported as missing.

Shaking in panic, the mare proved uncooperative at first, seemingly not appreciating the recently refurbished victim holding cells installed in the cellar of ‘Claw and Talon’. Her captors had to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who was going to massage her into relaxation. Glinda begrudgingly got Fluttershy into an agreeable state while Mindy relayed the situation to the moaning, twitchy yellow pony. She were to stay with them for a week, in a cell that was basically as good as her hotel room (only without windows), she would receive daily pampering and massages; and she would be cruelly, deviously tickle tortured on camera – for about 6-8 hours each day. Despite being made aware of two hours long breaks inbetween torture sessions, and even of the fact that she’d be richly fed via bouffet, Fluttershy still needed to be butt-smacked and neck-rubbed out of a hyperventilating panic. Mindy warned that disrespect towards Water Dragon and Griffon cooking would result in punishment, but the mare was haplessly panicking, calling for help and leaking tears of fright. As a measure of discipline, Fluttershy’sfirst day, intended as a short 6 hour long introductory session, was bumped to 9 hours with extra torment on top.

As with most, an hour’s time to digest her circumstances, left alone in her room with a videodrome and a collection of Mindy’s favorite oriental cartoons, did its job, replacing crippling fright was replaced with nervous distress after Fluttershy’s soft nature played right into their hands. The anonymous paymaster had but one extra requirement – the victim was to be brought to the brink of insanity; to the elusive state of mind where the victim is completely bonkers, but won’t be permanently wrecked. The timid, fragile pony was soft and supple for torment and experimentation. Both tormentors were bursting with ideas on teasing, softening, maddening and squeezing the mare for juices.

Ponies are a sensitive species and pegasi the most infamous among them – and not only were they sensitive, they were resilient and possessing of lasting endurance. Fluttershy didn’t know it, but she was the perfect pincushion; then again, none of them did. Lacking even pitiful defenses to break through, she could be driven wild with simple finger skitters – entire hours could be dedicated to squeezing, dragging and poking, with the mare producing genuine hysterical reactions. With a soft body unburdened by excessive muscle typical of most pegasi, Fluttershy was instantly verified for at least a few lengthy hours on the stretch-bed, sure to squeak and squeal until the last squeeze of her hips or thighs. Just like numerous other victims of Glinda and Mindy, Fluttershy would have to suffer from session after session of strict hairbrushes, sharp combs, spiky floss and nubbed wheels all the same, only hers could last much longer: deceptively durable like most pegasi, she was also marvelously defenseless, meaning the ticklers didn’t need to tire their wrists.

Nevertheless, they ensured she became acquainted with all their favorite, toughest hairbrushes, often parading them out in front of their hapless victim just to scare her.

As they days would pass, even a shuddering wreck like herself would likely get a little accustomed and possibly produce less hysteria – for that purpose, her captors fully intended to tease her to near insanity each day, constantly swapping roles and pulling out all the stops to prevent her sessions from becoming routine. Not an easy task when the tickle victim’s shooting schedule was quite packed: 8-11 AM for session one, 1-4 PM for session two, and a variable session three depending on her behavior (also known as Glinda and Mindy’s whims), not to mention the forced three hour massage, pedicure and water procedures. But every session would reliably keep the poor mare on edge, and it was their personal goal to draw tears at least twice a day.

Their goal, though, was to bring her to the solid brink of insanity – to capture on video what it’s like when a pony well and truly goes wild. It was clear early on that Fluttershy was far more kicky and screamy when under duress, producing animal-like screeching inbetween maddened squeals when her tender spots were treated with particular cruelty. It was merely a matter of finding the most effective way to overstimulate her brain. And around day three, when Glinda and Mindy happened to be having some of their criminal colleagues over for a black market torturer tickle party, it finally happened. All it took to bring Fluttershy to the knife’s edge was two toothbrushes and some help from a fellow equine practicioner’s deft fingers. Fluttershy went from laughter, to hysteria, to screaming, to begging, to bawling, to begging some more, to holing, to utter dot-eyed delirium – her poor mind couldn’t process the dense fibers thoroughly scrubbing the silky crevices near her pinky toes while fingerpads gently caressed her heels and softly skittered at her arches. It did not take hours of hardcore, rampaging raking to break through this mare’s defenses; it took very precise abuse of her most vulnerable spots. Actually, it only took just over 40 minutes. It was her own fault, making all her weak spots so easy to find with all her desperate, weepy begging.

From then on, it became customary that she endured at least one such session each day. Every time, they made her to suffer just a little more – squeezing her knees, putting a heater by her soles, blindfolding her, gagging her, putting her through armpit scrabbles for begging too much (or not enough). Even without the help of their softer-fingered associates, they did their job; at the end of each day, Fluttershy had had to recover from a state of sheer drooling thoughtlessness. When the time comes, she’d get one last massage, a sushi and baguette dinner, a smack on her rump and a dose of sleeping pills – awaking in an alleyway with a bus ticket and a story no one would believe, she’d go on her way with memories of endless hours of torture, taunting, teasing, madness, sadistic ticklers having fun and profit at her expense with no care in the world. It would almost be a shame to let such a wonderful ticklee go…

But, hey, Glinda and Mindy have some time to decide if they feel like being moral for once. They were already fabulously rich with just the pre-payment, and no less than 5 instances of the temporary insanity that’d been requested were recorded. This was already way better than their usual fare of snagging someone off the street and doing some freestyle torture before they had their fill. One way or another, Fluttershy was not keeping her socks or her shoes – Glinda wouldn’t let a victim go without a souvenir. For now, though, she had a lot of frantic giggle-screaming to do…