Sweetie Belle couldn’t come to terms with what was going on at this moment. There she was, in a rather tight brown dog suit with a happy looking dog mask on top of her head. She didn’t want to be there, she wanted to play with her friends, but this was the punishment decided on her by a strange being only known to her as Anon, who has taken up the roll as Fluttershy’s assistant in running her animal shelter. The guy apparently was Celestia’s and Luna’s right hand man or something, she didn’t know the details exactly. How she got this punishment? She simply forgot to put out food for the animals once, just once. She knew that was bad, but this punishment was just humiliating! She had to run around and bark to cheerlead everypony that was visiting, and that just wasn’t her forte at all. Why did she have to raise morale for everypony? What did running around in a costume have to do with that?

“Sweetie Belle, Sweetie Belle, can you hear me?” Said the voice of Anon, through a small intercom inside the dog mask.

“Wha?!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, startled by the sudden voice. “Mister Anon? I-is that you?”

“Yes indeedy, it’s me.” Anon said in a rather jovial voice.

Sweetie Belle was looking upon the crowd, feeling unsure of herself, still not really knowing what she had to do. “...Oh, um, well then. What am I really doing? Do I really have to just… hop around and bark?”

“Yes you do, it’ll help cheer up the patros who have come to see the animals in the shelter. You shouldn’t complain though, it is your fault that you didn’t feed the puppies in the afternoon. Plus, I was nice enough to give you a safety pen to run around instead of doing the job in the hot sun. Now start bouncing, those patrons aren’t looking to happy. Considering you’ll have to be doing this at a kindergarten soon, I can already tell all those little foals will be oh so unhappy.” Anon said, before cutting of communications with the small marshmallow foal.

Sweetie’s ears drooped within the mask, that sounded sooooo humiliating. She didn’t even get a chance to protest to Anon before he suddenly got silent. Even worse, she could already see Twilight coming up to look at her, waiting for a small show of enthusiasm. Ugh, at least noone could see her under that mask. Taking a deep breath, Sweetie Belle starts to just walk around rather lazily while giving out half hearted squeaky barks. It really wasn’t her best, but she just couldn’t summon up the will to humiliate herself further than she already felt. In her mind, she was telling herself “I wonder what the girls are up to. Sheesh, how is this a proper punishment anyway? It feels like slave work to me.”

The crowd itself didn’t seem too impressed by Sweetie’s performance. Hell, some of them thought it odd that a filly would be barking about in a dog suit, but it did look cute though. They just wished it was better performed.

And like magic, that suddenly began to seem the case. The ‘mysterious’ filly in costume suddenly stopped, and then began to yip and bark adorably and softly as it began to prance about. However, that was only the deception that was going on outside the suit. Inside the suit, something diabolical was happening. “Gehehe! W-what? Haha… w-what’s tickling my hoooohohoves?!” Sweetie Belle chortled against her will as she felt small squirming worms all along her four hooves. She tried taking off the suit to get a better look at them, or at least escape their tickling wrath, but to no avail. It wasn’t even a really bad tickle, it was just strong enough to get gentle giggling out of her. “W-what?! Why can’t I tahahake off the s-suit?”

“Because your punishment isn’t over yet.” Said Anon, his voice suddenly coming back through the intercom.

“A-Anon?! Whahat? What’s going onnhaha?” Sweetie giggled, as the tickling on her hooves suddenly began to get worse.

“Incentive, Sweetie Belle, incentive. I want you happy and ecstatic for the visitors, and you just aren't really showing it. So I fitted the suit with fun little ticklers to get you more excited for the job.” Anon explains, his tone shifting to a rather perverse darkness one would expect from a shifty character.

“But-But-buthahaha! I’m r-really haaha! Ticklish! Make it stophaha!” Sweetie Belle said as she stomped around, trying to crush the tentacles that were squirming along her hooves. It was in vain though, as their light touches forced her to giggle more and more while they themselves seemed impossible to crush.

“Ticklish? Well, that’ll make things easier then. Just keep it up, Sweetie Belle, and you’ll be out of there in no time.” Anon said with an evil chuckle. “Oh, wait… are you trying to crush them?”

“Yessshahaha! It’s too much!” Sweetie Belle says with a cute little squeal as she continued to stomp around.

“And no barking either… Well then, let’s ramp things up, shall we? I don’t like it when naughty fillies try to damage my products.” And just like that, Sweetie Belle suddenly felt the suit shoot out a myriad of tentacles along her midsection, that then began to squirm all over her slightly plump yet very sensitive belly. Sweetie went from titters to giggles to outright laughter as she fell over, kicking her legs instinctively, and yet unable to get away.

“HAHAHAHA! NOOOAHAHAHA! STHAHAHAP!” Was all she could yell out as her belly began to be violated and assaulted. Even worse, as she laid there taking it, she could feel a few of the thinner tentacles curl and wiggle along her undeveloped breasts that were located near her crotch. Oddly, they did offer some kind of relief, but that too was offset by the fact NOTHING had ever touched her there before, and it tickled even worse than the tickling on her belly and hooves. “NAHAHAHA! Y-YOU CAN’T TOUCHAHAHAHA ME THEREHAHAHA! THIS HAHA! HAHA! WRONG! WRONNNGAHAHA!” Sweetie Belle forced out between laughs.

“Wrong? Then why are you giggling, Sweetie Belle? If it was so wrong, then you wouldn’t be smiling such a sweet smile right now. By the way, great job with the dog rolls, it’s really making the crowd smile along with you.” Anon said with a false cheer.

Sweetie Belle was already going nuts, and yet her smiling face betrayed her actual feelings. She did her best to stand as she waddled awkwardly towards the crowd, wildly laughing, and yet focused to get to Twilight. She had to tell her what was going on, to make her stop whatever this Anon guy was doing. But when she finally got to the cage bars to talk to her, to giggle out her words for help. All Twilight had to say “Wow, those are some real realistic barks. Good job! It’s super cute! You’re like a real puppy!”

“Whahat?! Twilight HELLLPHAHAHA!” Sweetie Belle forced out as her tickle torment on her breasts was starting to make her feel odd, she could feel her pussy begin to contract at random as she spit and sputtered within her giggling. She didn’t like it, it was strange to her, and she needed to get Twilight’s attention before things got worse. But she just couldn’t! Why couldn’t Twilight see she was suffering?

“Oh Sweetie Belle, how disappointing. Trying to get out of your punishment like that, very naughty.” Anon said in a authoritarian manner, like he was a parent.

“Stahahap! Just make it sthahhahap! It’s touching bad sphahahat! Sttthahahahap! Pleaaasssseehehehe!” Why?! Why can’t she heearahahaha meeehehe!” Sweetie said in high pitched squeals and guffaws. She finally lost her concentration as her sides began to hurt, she fell over to try to hold on to them, but for some reason, her body began to grow stiff while the tickling resumed. “Whahahat?! What nowhahaha?!”

“I’m taking control of the suit while you let out your barks. And yes, I said barks. See, the suit is programmed via magical command to make all your laughs into happy barking. Well, to everypony outside the suit anyway. So, while the suit does the work, you can concentrate of giggling. Isn’t that nice? However, trying to get Twilight’s help can’t be overlooked, so I’ll have to really punish you. First, you’re gonna learn what being molested means.” Anon tells her, not sounding at all remorseful for anything he said.

“Whaahat?! What’s thahaha-EEP!” For a few moments, Sweetie’s laughter comes to a halt as the suit produces even tinier tentacles that approach along her rear. These tentacles begin to tease and torture the childlike plumpness of her ass and flank, along her asshole, and a few very thin strands penetrating her pussy just enough wiggle along the inner walls. There was even one very curious tentacle softly probing along her little foal clit. At first, after her squeak, Sweetie let out a long restrained moan before it too was overcome with powerful laughter. “STAHAHAHAP! YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH THEREHAHAHAHA! PLEASE NOHAHAHA! I DON’T LIKE ITHAHAHA!”

“Of course you do, that’s why you’re laughing, that’s why you’re winking! You love it! And that’s only the first course. After you’re done here, you’ll be marching down to the school. But first, you need to learn your place. Happy laughing, Sweetie Belle” Anon said with a cackle.

Sweetie Belle’s body was forced to roll and prance for the audience as her laughing never ceased. Indeed, the suit itself was equipped with a few magical enhancements. Not only could it be automatically controlled, but it kept the occupant nice and hydrated while preventing them to faint or really lose breath. A great addition if it didn’t make it that she couldn’t even pass out from laughing so hard. Sweetie’s face was getting red from the explosive giggling as she began to drool, her poofy tail and mane becoming more frazzled with every twitch and step. Even worse, she could feel something building in her pussy. “PLEEASHAHAHA, GOTTA PEEHEHEHE! GOTTA PEEEHHAHAHA!”

But there were no words from Anon this time. Sweetie had to suffer on her own as her body was teased and tormented, small little moans intermixed with her laughter due to the onslaught of wiggly little tentacles on her pussy. Her bladder, like her sides, couldn’t take it anymore however. And soon, she began to piss through her suit. Even worse, if anyone could see her, it would very well look like she enjoyed her yellow juices seeping down her legs and ruining some of the whiteness of her coat.  It was humiliating, but with all the tickling burning through her mind, she couldn’t stop to really suffer what the crowd must think of her right now. She could hear it though, how even Twilight thought it was off, but really realistic for a puppy. Most were even sure the piss wasn’t real. Indeed, despite there being a crowd, Sweetie was alone. She began to cry within her laughter, barely able to sob through her giggles as the tickling became ever more overbearing.

Once the crowd was finally gone however, the suit began to hop out of the pen she was in, and talk towards Ponyville. Still, the tickling ever going, ever suffering a torment that was starting to shatter her mind. “Pllleeeasehahaha! You can’thahaha! You can’tHAHA! YOU CAN’T HAHADO THIS! HEHEHE! MY PEEPEE SPOTHAHA! YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME THEREHAHAHA!”

“Is that a fact? Sweetie Belle, even when you’re doing a good job, you still complain. Tsk tsk, you’re gonna have to learn some REAL discipline now. Now to do that, I’m going to use this portal tech I’ve been tinkering with, and get the help of the two puppies you neglected. See, I fed them something to get their libido going, and now they are going fuck you through a portal as you walk over to that school. Even better, they’ll be able to last for quite some time, so really… I should be jealous, you’ll be introduced to sex in the best way possible. I can already tell from your sweet laughter that you’re oh so ready for it.” Anon said with a snicker.

“HAHAHA! NOOOHAHA! RARITYHAHAH, MY SIIHEHEHE! SAID! SAIDHAHA! WRONG! HAHAHA! IT’S WRONGHAHAHA!” Sweetie was having a real hard time speaking through all that uncontrollable mirth. She had heard of sex before, but only as a thing a filly her age shouldn’t be having. She didn’t have any idea what it actually was, but if Rarity said it was wrong, then it must be true. She tried begging for passerbys to help her, but to them, they only saw a cute foal in a dog costume barking adorably at them.

And that’s when it happened. Sweetie began to feel the tickling tentacles on her ass and pussy stop their assault, the others still resuming, as they began to poke and spread them both… as if making them open wide for something. Suddenly, Sweetie’s eyes go wide as she feels two small protrusions pierce into her soft and sensitive pussy and ass. She tries to scream, no longer laughing, but grunting as the two pricks began to pump up and down inside her. “No, stop! STOP! PLEASE! IS THAT RAPE?! NO YOU CAN’T! DON’T RAPE ME! PLEASE! PL-PL-HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Sweetie, however, couldn’t hold off the tickling sensations forever. Her body began to heat up with every pump, her mind’s tortured giggling pain being replaced with an indescribable tingling that came from the two small protrusions working inside her, and yet she cried and weeped with long groans and frustrated giggling. She was going mad, the tickling was insane, she couldn’t stop laughing. Did her brain break? Is that why she could now find some comfort from the puppies dicks that violated her virgin holes, at the fact she was being deflowered? No, she couldn’t think that, it was wrong! So wrong! Not like it mattered, she felt like she could die laughing at any moment. Even worse, she now finally found herself prancing at the school of little kindergartner foals, their teacher, and their parents. All this while she felt her pussy begin to fill up again. Did she have to pee again?! In front of all these foals?! She didn’t know anymore. Would she die laughing? Or humiliate herself first? She wanted to just pass out at least, as through her mixed laughing sobs and heavy tears, it felt like her entire body wanted to tear itself apart from the burning feeling the nonstop laughter brought. The rape, despite the odd tingling and somewhat even good feeling, did little to relieve her of the tickle torture. At least, not at first. 

As the suit forced her to dance and bark happily for the easily entertained foals, Sweetie herself began to break. No longer was she begging and pleading, her voice now filled with pure uninterrupted laughter as she no longer could think of any words to say. Her body was sweating heavy enough to leave damp and even small filled puddles in the leg of the suit. Her cheeks burned red from the arousal she couldn’t understand as her body refused to collapse from the torture it was being subjected to. And her pussy and ass? With her mind shattered, whatever was going on back there was starting to feel really good to her, enough to make even the tickling on her flanks and nipples feel tingly good. And the further she began to feel filled, the more that feeling of pee hit her, the more pleasure she felt. Indeed, she was just a puppet, meant to put on a show. A giggling filly who had to smile through this hellish yet heavenly punishment. And even further, the two dog dicks from the relentless pumping she was receiving began to really engorge for a moment. And with a heavy groan, a moment that broke all pain and gave way to pure ecstacy, Sweetie had her first orgasm as her pussy squirted both the doggy cum that was blasted inside her and her own cum she produced. Her ass was also filled to the brim with puppy cun, splooging out as she felt her ass automatically tight along the dick. 

However, this moment of bliss would not last long. Sweetie would have no real time to enjoy the pleasurable afterglow her body was now feeling from being raped and teased. The tentacles themselves had never stopped their movements, and so it wasn’t long for the mind broken filly to realize that Anon, in truth, was her master, free to do with her as he wished. She was his puppy, forced to laugh and cum to his amusement. 

However, his amusement was far from quenched, as the suit had yet another enchantment on it. Or two, to be exact. While the suit was tickling and molesting the now mind shattered Sweetie Belle, who now found herself finally plopped on the ground, her eyes rolled back as she spit and sputtered in manaiacle hysterics, it had been absorbing Sweetie’s very energies of laughter and pleasure to be released like a bomb upon her orgasm.

For the young little fillies. One by one, their faces began to curl into smiles. “W-what the? Who-who is hehe! Tickling meeeehehehe!” and then into adorable giggling as they felt invisible fingers teasing and spidering along their bodies. Other fillies just looked on in confusion before they too were overtaken by the invisible magical force. “Lily? Why are you laugh-huh? Haha? Ha?! HAHAHAHA!”. Soon, every filly around were incapacitated with adorable laughs and titters. They could barely move as every inch of their body was magically tickle tortured. Some couldn’t even get words out through their adorable snickering, and others that could plead for help were ignored. Even the female parents, who at first were confused by their children’s laughter, thinking it was brought on by the odd costumed filly, began to titter and giggle, before falling to the ground in wild hysteria. 

The males though, both stallion and colts, were overcome with the secondary effect. They didn’t laugh, they weren’t tickled. No, they were overcome with the uncontrollable need to breed. They didn’t care how, as long as it was female. And looking down at their own children, their own wives, their own sibling, their own family… All they could think about was fucking them hard. Indeed, the point of the tickling spell was to keep the fillies and mares from escaping by downing them with unstoppable giggling. Even further, the sound of their laughter was pleasant to the ears and quite sexy to boot, which further enticed the males around them. Soon, colts and stallions were taking whatever they could get before others got to them.

Colts were licking their sister’s teats, feeling a desire to suckle on them. Some were awkwardly rubbing their cocks on their bellies and faces, unable to understand what to do but loving the feeling of their shaking bodies rubbing against them. Some of the fillies begged them to stop, but to the colts, all they saw was their cute sisters giggling for them, wanting to be molested. Indeed, they were laughing, right? It meant they enjoyed the attention. Some colts did figure it out better than some, either eating out the delicate pussies of their sisters or diving their noses deep into their mothers, or just outright mounting and fucking them as they laughed ever further, moaning softly as they tried to scream for them to stop. Raping them as they giggled out words like “Dadddyyhehehehe nooohahaha!” squealing and moaning in false delight as they were forcibly rutted, their giggling all too inviting to the male ponies.

Stallions were much more adept at this, and went straight into it. Some laid on the ground, grabbing their giggling little fillies like cock socks to bounce along their bellies. Some went to rutting their wives, or other wives, some even going for their mouths. One thing for sure, the giggling they were doing was causing their pussies to randomly contract on their dicks, causing many to cum sooner than they normally would. And even then, the sexual energy from the cursed suit allowed them to keep going. No amount of begging could get them to stop, and even as the fillies and mares screamed in orgasm after orgasm, they still giggled from the mysterious tickling, further enticing their small and large males to fuck their adorable forms. 

And Sweetie Belle? She laughed right along with them, broken, her face drenched in tears, left there to be used by yet one more rapist. Anon himself began to fuck her privately through his portal, but Sweetie didn’t care. All she could say is “Go onahaha… rape mehehehe. Sooo goodhahaha~”. 

She lost it, and if she had to suffer through the nonstop tickling, then she’d take whatever pleasure she could get. She wanted to be raped, and at this point, she wanted to be tickled. So many feelings along her body, the tentacles teasing her erogenous areas. Anon’s hot cock filling her up as he teases her. “Oh, Sweetie. You love this so much, don’t you? Look how much laughter you brought to everypony! I knew you could do it. Yeessss, you’re so fucking tight! Oh yeah, I’m bringing you home after this. Oh, and don’t worry. I’ll have your little friends soon enough, so you won’t be alone. I’ve got some interesting experiments I want to try on them too.”. But Sweetie? She could only respond in weak giggles, pleasured groans, forced orgasms, and the want to be fucked further. 

Sweetie’s mind was gone, the tickling and rape had broken her for sure. All she knew now was Anon was her master, and she was his cute puppy. If she did whatever he said, she’d get more wonderful pleasure. And if she did bad, more horrid tickling. She looked around at the fillies being tickle raped, and just smiled a creepy genuine smile through her now crazed laughter. She did good, she was a good puppy, all for Anon.