A sweet coloring of one of :iconcaroos-dungeon:’s latest pictures featuring his highly fappable rendition of Smolder and Silverstream, done by Arcadias. Comes with a small fic by him too!
 

 
The climate of Equestria was changing at a blistering pace. After two Princesses and a multitude of other very important ponies had not only been kidnapped, but had their wills broken by tortures revolving around the intense tickling of their feet, many of the world’s sinister enterprises began to take notice, and soon enough, the method became the go to choice for interrogation, punishment and persuasal.
 
Once word spread how innately vulnerable ponies were to such torments, it became an exploding business, giving birth to a black market of scientific inquiry and technological development, all trying to find more and more devious ways of adding yet further intensity to the craft.  
Of course, it was near impossible to find willing participants for such trials. Many criminal organizations and gangs turned to simple abduction, rumours of some poor, unfortunate souls who’d been unwilling test subjects for years on end.
 
However, one group, an offshoot from a once fallen adversary of the Equestrian Kingdom, sought to worm their way around recent, pesky attempts at making the practice increasingly illegal and stamped out. Posing as a seemingly legitimate medical institution, it housed far darker secrets. And many of the budding researches within were starting to wonder something peculiar.
 
They all knew well enough by now how sensitive pony feet were to tickle torture. But what about the other races? Minds were abuzz with speculation. Scouts were sent far and wide looking for potential “volunteers”, though pony scouts could not travel so subtly to truly foreign lands. What they needed were victims that already lived in pony society, but such individuals were sparse.
 
One fateful afternoon however, gold was struck, upon the discovery of both Smolder the dragoness, and Silverstream the hippogriff. As was the method, both girls were approached with the offer of a paid vacation, to a “hotel” with “unique service” looking for “feedback”. The amount of bits being nothing to sneeze at whatsoever, even for royalty. Both signed their respective magical contracts quite readily… without reading the small print. All things were totally legal, however, and the girls themselves could make no complaint about the matter.
 
They literally couldn’t. The enchanted contracts bound the individual signing it with an effect that prevented them from saying they were being held against their will, highly important for the legally obliged inspections the Equestrian Royalty had been forcing lately, even ontop of the legal paperwork. The prototype effect would last three months, which was just enough time to test nearly everything that they were itching to test. With all the pieces in place, the games began.
 
Smolder and Silverstream were of course, both immensely confused when first placed in their first trial stockades, having their shoes and socks removed. Confusion quickly gave way to bouts of hard laughter, begging and protests however, once the tickling began.
 
Both girls were to endure three four hour sessions a day, with the occasional eight hour session thrown in at random for the sake of endurance testing. Needless to say, neither of them had an easy time of it.
 
Smolder’s large, thick feet were surprisingly receptive, and her plush soles could be brushed and scratched out with little to no concern, minus concern for her sanity (which nobody had).
 
Silverstream’s long, slender feet were soft and smooth, and responded immensely well to focused, pinpoint tickling that dredged no small amount of squeals and screams from the poor girl, especially when things dragged across her toe stems, or between them.
 
It was quickly concluded both dragon’s and hippogriff’s had pedal sensitivity on par with their equine counterparts, though of course, more test subjects were desperately needed, especially different genders.
 
It went without saying that two months passed in relatively ticklish agony, with no mercy given in spite of innumerable bouts of crying, swearing, pleading and begging. Eventually however, it was the final month, and the staff said they had a surprise for the two girls.
 
Sandbar and Gallus. Smolder and Silverstream both attempted to yell out a barrage of descriptive statements all alluding to the fact they were unwilling victims, captives of cruel and unusual tormentors. But their words were caught in their throats, silenced, unable to come out.
 
Both boys were told the girls were there completely of their own accord, and actually ENJOYED their treatments, part of their vacation, as a matter of fact. Both Sandbar and Gallus found the notion somewhat unbelievable, but the girls did not seem to disagree, so surely they wouldn’t mind if they gave them a session too? They had it coming after so many years of verbal and physical bullying.
 
After a particularly humiliating and personal session, both boys were leaving, Sandbar being first, saying they’d return in a week for more “fun”. Gallus however, was stopped on the way out. Having heard just how much the girls were being paid, his ears perked when being presented with the idea of being paid even more than that, for a “extended vacation” with “even more intensive sampling of the unique services” the “hotel” offered.
 
How could Gallus decline? He signed the contract straight away. Not like the girls said anything otherwise. The staff was of course, ecstatic. They haven’t had a pair of griffon feet at their mercy yet. And even if Smolder and Silverstream were finally free in a month, it’d still be another five months after that before Gallus would see the end of his own stimulating vacation…