Bonus for  Silver Bristle

Gift from  Silver Bristle for  CardShark777 !


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Photographers usually don’t get into risky situations. But non-ordinary ones do, especially individuals connected with taking pictures of lower limbs of different creatures, bordering at times with bribing, collecting debts and manipulating. Card Shark didn’t do that bad things personally, of course. He was just doing his job of taking photos as he was asked. But working with shady employers wouldn’t protect you from possible troubles…

There were many attempts of snatching Card before, but the ability to change your look and hide was always saving his hooves. It was helping, when the buggy stallion was in consciousness. But what if someone tries to take him in unconscious condition?

After a weird fewer like dream, the photographer found himself in standing position. It wasn't a usual situation for awaking. He rubbed his forehead and eyes to get rid of confusion and dizziness. Once his condition was stabilized, the changeling found himself standing in a strange room. His brain tried to remember the last events, that resulted appearing here. But a mix of random, blurry memories wasn't helping to build any image. Card wanted to say anything, but something turned his speech into muffled grunts.

He was standing on a treadmill. His waist had a hoop, connected to a ceiling. Card was limited in walking slightly back and forth. His casual clothes were taken off and stored on a bench nearby, only the hat was left. His original shoes were floating in front of his eyes. The changeling didn’t have a time to realize, that it was just a hologram image. The buggy stallion could identify that he wore a ball gag, a weird vest and strange boots on the hind hooves.

Card let out a muffled gasp and instantly tried to transform into something to get out from the strange clothes and machinery. But when the buggy pony focused on changing, a wave of dizziness rushed over his horn, head and streamed to his body. His current form wasn’t changed. Something was blocking his recently reliable abilities…

Before he could recover and try transforming for the second time, a voice from a ceiling told:”Run. Try to get your boots. Maybe you will earn a freedom”. The treadmill suddenly began running. Almost instantly, Card felt tickling on his hind hooves, hoofpits and wingpits. That was too much for the photographer. He instantly stumbled, hanging on the ring. The mistake was punished brutally: the tickles were greatly intensified. Like that wasn’t enough, he felt a warm, slippery moist at the tickled spots. It was a potion, that was continuously raising his sensitivity… The buggy stallion laughed loudly into his gag. This caused him to felt in a cascade of punishable mistakes. He wriggled and shook like a snake several times, getting punishment tickles for resistance. Eventually, the changeling managed to run with a limping shaking gait…

Whenever he would stop running, the strange potion would start dripping from his vest and boots, making him scream in ticklish agony. His boots would send strong tickly feelings to his hooves whenever they would leave the ground, trapping him in an endless tickle hell. The hologram of his hoofwear was dangling in front of him, but was a few millimeters out of reach. Any stumbling was punished by upping the speed of the treadmill. The original boots were slowly crushed behind him in a shredder mechanism. Who knew, how the leftovers of the protective hoofwear would be used against their sensitive owner…

The ticklish photographer couldn't think in such moment. But if he could, the only solace would support him: such sensitive and not strong creature like him would pass out in about ten minutes of this hellish treatment… Little did he know, that his captors were able to keep him awaken for hours. They were ready to savor his ticklish sufferings by keeping the friend of their enemies for days...