Glinda and Mindy Cloudsinger - a power couple of tickling enthusiasts - are a no small name in the underground fetish porn market. The seedy ecosystem created by suspiciously specific royal decrees has allowed them to make a good living doing private fetish sessions, interrogating persons delivered via windowless van and filming tickle torture movies. They had some pull in the seedy Manehattan underbelly as it was, but their ops had expanded greatly after a particular anonymous commission had resulted in a vast influx of cash. In the here and now, Glinda and Mindy have cast their nets much wider, able to afford ‘talent scouting’ services from like-minded individuals for the acquisition of suitable victims. After all, the old ‘Claw and Talon’ eatery only pulled in so many ponies worth tickling halfway into madness for fun and profit.

Most of those ‘talent scouts’ were fellow black market enthusiasts Glinda and Mindy found through connections with fellow torturers in the area, like Obsidian. Most, but not all - especially not the one that inspired the practice. Sugar Rush is an exception from most rules the two ticklers ever put together. Initially he was a lucky break for the two - the pegasus shared pictures of his feet (and other assets) indiscriminately, gladly engaging in private (and public) lewd communications, and generally doing nothing to cover up for his personal security.

He certainly didn’t cover up for his exquisitely well proportioned, gracefully larger than average, suspiciously well maintained and self-professedly sensitive size 13.5M feet, nor his athletic physique. Actually, you hardly had to ask to get all the pics you needed. All they had to do was have Glinda pretend to be ‘Glen the Griffon’ and exten an invitation… to 2 days of captivity, including 9 hours of combined tickling, and 4 hours of forced aftercare. After having been massaged into relative consciousness, instead of doing the usual begging-and-or-threats-of-prosecution shtick, he volunteered his services to them. Neither Glinda nor Mindy are fully sure if they didn’t just crack his psyche that day. Following a dozen background checks (revealing oddly little aside from his membership in 15 different Rainbow Dash fanclubs and a previous felony for hijacking a truck full of Rainbow Dash merchandise), the duo tentatively agreed.

In just a week, he obliged. And despite failing to phone the correct number to warn them in advance, not sending them preview pictures of the victims, not warning them there would be two of them, all while forgetting and reinventing half the conspiratorial code-words he’d been given, his first catch was one that convinced the griffonness and dragonness this was a good idea after all. A pair of thestral acquaintances of his, Vesper and Luminous, caused a loud ‘ka-ching’ to echo through the ticklers’ minds when they were subdued. Not only were bat ponies rare to find in fetish content, thus certainly fulfilling a niche, but they were both positively wonderful torture victims, immediately passing every quality assurance test Glinda could have had in mind.

Unlike the numerous iterations of urban wear, rave gear, jewelry and hair dye Sugar swapped between on a whim, Vesper was a welcome archetype rarely seen by the likes of Glinda and Mindy - he possessed a handsome, boyish face and muscular physique, and a more conventional leather and spike-laden attire. All prime components for a so often sought out tough guy type of victim to bring to tears on screen - it helped he was more compact than both Sugar and his fellow batpony friend. Luminous was even larger than the 6’3’’ Sugar Rush, but nothing about him was hulking, imposing, or even remotely threatening - he was a bumbling, easily confused plush toy brought to life. Convenient to subdue, he was soft and vulnerable like putty, seemingly having no muscle among his body mass. Glinda, Mindy and Obsidian were a lucky trio, having long ago abandoned conscience, decency or sympathy, as Lumi, the ragtag scatterbrained adorable mess that he was, could possibly have been a little too innocent to torture so cruelly.

Sugar said they were friends, and seemingly expected them to emerge as hyper-excited as he had. Now, Glinda in specific already had some plans for this session. However, when the bats awoke and were informed of the 4 days of intense group and solo tickle torture shoots to come, it became apparent that Sugar, despite being a friendship loving pony being, utterly lied his ass off and lured them in here without their knowledge or consent, promising completely different things to both. That sounded like a great excuse to take things up a notch. The fact he hauled them in when their co-contractor Obsidian was visiting yet again simply made it all the more official. Sugar Rush, their first talent scout, was also the cornerstone of their first threesome session.

The days to follow were busy, but none were as eventful as that beautiful first session. The logistics of stacking 3 pieces of bondage equipment together were tough, but it was well worth it. Needless to say, the fellow tickle sadist Obsidian was glad she’d acquired some earplugs in advance. The agonized laughter, screaming, begging, cursing, babbling and hysterical apologies were magnificent, and a wide shot of 3 attractive young males being driven to sweat, tears, madness and beyond was to die for. The session lasted 120 minutes, and almost all of it ended up in the video, goofs and all - it was that precious.

Vesper roared and seethed in anger, tantalizingly afraid of having his feet as much as touched, and erupting into inequine noises at the mere suggestion of sharp claws, soft fingers, or precise tools, touching down on his tall arches or smooth toes. The brattier bat was used to being the one on top and poured his anger out in increasingly hoarse screams, his nocturnal purple feet coated an extremely sunrisey pink with many a fork, poker, brush and claw stroke. Mindy, who much preferred tough and expressive ticklees, enjoyed forcing him to shout obscenities at Sugar for getting them into this: especially because it meant extra punishment using her long tongue and nibbly teeth whenever his instincts took over and he attempted to berateher. Luminous was thrown over to Obsidian, an evocatively artful piece of overkill, as she was evermore sadistic than the griffon and dragon duo, eager to plow, knead and scrape at weak, helpless, sensitive feet, squeezing all her victim was good for and then some. Lumi wasn’t good for much besides chirps, squeals, sniffles and lost, haphazard, wailing laughter, repeatedly devolving into hoarse gasps and bawling - but his large, puffy, befreckled feet were a smooth target for brutalization via sharp metal claws, rough brushes and the occasional loud smack. At least it seemed he had such trouble keeping his brain oxygenized that most of the cruel teasing was only absorbed at a surface level, not that Obsidian ever required a captive audience for her gloating - merely a captive was enough.

Sugar was given most of the attention for this group shot. Glinda always thought he must have gotten off too easy his first time through, while Mindy had figured it’d be a spiffy sale-boosting idea to emphasize the tension created by his reckless luring of two innocent batponies into their den of torment. He was put through the wringer, having his exposed underarms thoroughly molested (and repeatedly re-molested), being coated in a mixture of oils to further decrease friction of horrible tools on his soles, suffering throuhg a combined arms assault of the ambidexterous Glinda using every tool in her repetoire for an egregious amount of time, all while being the proud first-adoption tester for the automated flossing mechanism that’d been installed into the footstocks. No part of his that was sensitive - and they’d discovered many during his previous stay - was left in peace; even the other two ticklers would chip in for a minute or two when their victims needed a short break to breathe. All meanwhile they made sure to keep encouraging the bats to shower him with hatred (although only Vesper was conscious enough to oblige), and kept on playing up how much more horror he was in owing to his indiscretion. Sugar Rush got exactly zero breaktime, always the most exposed and abused of the three.

Still, once it was over, their respective solo shoots did not disappoint. The ticklers were a little sore after so much tormenting and almost as much victim-maintenance work - after all, Rush and the bats were all wet, ragged, and their feet told many tales of many tools spending an eternity in their most sensitive areas (they’d rarely seen arches or toe hollows this pink). In days to come, they soldiered on like true professionals.

Each victim went through each tickler for their own specialized session, becoming increasingly more unbearably well-suited to abuse their specific weaknesses. Each one culminated with all three tormentors ganging up on just one poor boy, never ending until they were on the very edge of blanking out. Even Lumi, himself one giant walking weakness, wasn’t exempt from this fate, though it required an oxygen mask and an adrenaline injection to keep him going. Vesper, for his part, was harassed increasingly more, no longer given the leeway of Sugar being the greater distraction, each tickler making sure to punish him for bad behavior towards them. The material was great, and within a month, Glinda no longer complained about having to do hours of editing work on top of tickling. In fact, each boy’s videos had done so well, she didn’t even grumble at Mindy to attend computer literacy classes.

All in all, Sugar Rush certainly convinced them that a network of talent scouts was viable and profitable. To this day, he still has trouble acting to code and keeps messing up the codenames, but his taste in molestable boys is unparallelled. Even better? While Glinda continues to wonder if he’d just been tickled mad, he continues never to complain after they put him through extra cruel punishment just as well, at no compensation. Once he regained his speech after the big group session, he hardly complained. After his personal shoots, which he never agreed to, he didn’t even argue when they said that half the proceeds couldn’t go to a Rainbow Dash charity. And when they had to torture him out of his mind for 7 days straight to dissuade Vesper from literally hunting him down and breaking his legs (he needed legs to whore himself out to new prospective victims), he stopped asking if they could’ve blackmailed Vesper back almost immediately! Though now and again, he still reports new death threats, which Glinda and Mindy have come to interpret as an excuse for another torture shoot and another video disc to be sent to Vesper’s address. Even though the thestral himself only contacted them twice, once to warn them he was going to break Sugar’s legs, and the second time, to ask how they knew his mail address.

At that, of course, he is a special case. The others are only tickled halfway to insanity once - for proof of loyalty. Making a living torturing ponies via ticklish hysteria doesn’t always bring you closer to understanding the pony mind, indeed. Glinda figures that if it worked on one, it may as well work on others. For now she’s just happy he hasn’t approached her about getting a higher cut from all the dozens of videos he’s helped create. Or starred in. It’d suck to let such a rare asset disappear…