Wind Sprint found herself in the secret training gym of of the up and coming team of buckball players, the Hot Shots. She was excited, because of course she was. This team, coming out of nowhere, was able to decimate every other team without fail within the entire season, even the amazing team from Ponyville was no match for them. And with their new found fame, they held a contest, a contest that could only be won by a foal fan. The winner would get to see their training techniques, meet the players themselves, and visit their training gym. Well, Wind Sprint was that winner.

The players were Smash Dunk, a bulky grey white earth pony with a crew cut red mane, fierce blue eyes, and a cutie mark depicting to buckballs being slammed. He wasn’t the smartest, but he was strong, confident, and beastly at the game. He especially seemed to like Wind Sprint’s fanfillyism, enjoying her reaction as they gave her her own black uniform with a grey trim. Yes, as part of the contest, the winner also gets an autographed photo and buckball, along with their own uniform.

Then there was Dahlia Lily, the pegasus player. She was truly golden, with a dark peach coat, golden mane tied back in a pony tail, golden eyes, and a little beauty mark on her cheek. She was the mischievous sort, playful, and yet given her venus flytrap cutie mark, had a hidden depth behind her demeanor. She also had a thing for plants.

Finally there was Merk. Poor Merk, an intelligent and cold unicorn born and raised by feeble minded parents. He seemed interested in little Wind Sprint as well, looking over her many times, but never truly acknowledging her existence like the others. He wore thick black glasses, had a dark blue coat with minty blue mane. He was tall and rather thin compared to Slam. His beaker cutie mark suggested he had interests further than just buckball.

However, all three of these players shared a dark secret, a secret shared by a particular fetish. They loved making their fans happy, this much was true. But for foals, foals they lure into their hidden training spot, they like to make them happy another way. And for poor Wind Sprint, she would soon learn that she would be losing more than she won.

“Here it is, our little slice of home. What do you think, Wind Sprint?” Dahlia said as she and her teammates brought Wind Sprint down into their underground gym.

It was a spectacle to be sure. It looked space age, at least the walls and some of the equipment did. With black and green neon lighting, dumbells and weights and treadmills everywhere, a small buckball playing area for shot practice, lockers, and a strange airlock like door at the other end. Wind Sprint was beside herself, it looked so cool and awesome to her. The only thing she found strange, aside from the door, was some of the plant roots that broke through the walls and ceilings, most of the roots situated near a strange and rather large grate. “It looks so cool! You guys have everything you need right here! No wonder you guys are so good. And, hey, what’s behind that door over there?”

“Nothing for a filly like you… Yet. In fact, I have some things to prepare, so I’ll be making my leave.” Merk said as he adjusted his glasses and headed towards the door.

“Aw, c’mon, Merk.” Dahlia said as she playfully nuzzled into his side, causing him to coldly move away from her. “You’re gonna miss the fun.”

“I’ll be having my fun after you two are done. My experiments come first, and therefore I need my time. Just come and get me when you are finished.” Merk explains to her.

“Huh? W-wait, d-did make you mad?” Wind Sprint asked, feeling like she did something wrong. She knew Merk never seemed to take in the glory like his teammates after a game, usually disappearing, but she didn’t know he seemed so easy upset.

“No, I just have important things to get to. I really didn’t even see a point to the contest, any filly would do. Either way, I make my leave, good day.” Merk said, exhaling harshly as he left through the airlock doors, the air emanating from the other side as cold as his demeanor.

“Geez, guy needs to chill out.” Smash Dunk said, rolling his eyes.

“He’s just a party pooper, that’s all.” Dahlia said as she stuck her tongue out towards the door.

“Why is he like that? I really mean it, I didn’t mean to make him upset.” Wind Sprint said, her excitement dying down as she felt she really annoyed one of her new favorite players.

“And you didn’t.” Dahlia said as she walked up to Wind with a giggle, giving her head a gentle and comforting rub with her hoof.  “He’s always like that. He plays the game, then he goes to his room to work on his freaky experiments. Well, sometimes freaky, sometimes he does really cool stuff like, well, giving me a really neat plant you’d see from the everfree. It’s really cool and playful, I love hanging out with it. Much friendlier than him, to be sure.” Dahlia said, with a hint of blush on her face as she looks back at the grate with a surly smile.

“Is that what the plant roots are? There’s a r-r-really big plant under there?” Wind Sprint said, frightened to hear Dahlia would keep some sort of  Everfree plant in a place like this. “I-is it scary?”

“Nah, he’s nice. We usually play and train every night. But today, I want to introduce him to you, Wind Sprint. I promise, you’ll have a lot of fun, he’s a lot of laughs.” Dahlia said with a sexy little giggle, nuzzling her head on Wind Sprint’s affectionately before gently running a hoof down her spine, causing Wind Sprint to let out a moanish whimper as she skitters backwards with a tiny giggle.

“H-hey! E-erm, well, I guess, if you train with him every night. I didn’t even know that was possible, does… Does it have a name?” Wind Sprint asked, not really thinking much of Dahlia’s advances  It was really the fact that she was actually quite ticklish that she felt skittish, she was just a very young filly after all.

“I call him Ten-tickles, and he knows how to treat mares like us juuuust right.” Dahlia said, her giggling more ominous than before.

“Tentacles?” Wind Sprint said with an ignorant giggle, not even realizing the pun in the name. “That’s a weird name.”

“You think? Nah, I think it fits him perfectly.” Dahlia said with a wink. “He’s a real stand up guy though, better than any stallion, I’ll tell you that.”

“Hey, come on, Dahlia. I’m pretty great too, aren’t I?” Smash Dunk said, feeling insulted by her comment.

“I guess, you’re good at making a shot, that’s for sure.” Dahlia said with a sultry giggle. “But Smash, do you mind doing some runs? I want to have a little girl time with my new best friend.”

“Best friend, really?” Wind Sprint said, her eyes shining, utterly entranced by the fact that she seemed to be getting along so well with her new favorite time.

“Huh?! Woah, woah, Dahlia. Thought we agreed I get to show little Wind Sprint here my awesome weight set.” Smash said, again insulted, especially since it seemed he was first to get to be alone with Wind Sprint.

“I don’t ever actually remember agreeing to that. But even then, after how Merk made her feel, I think a little girl time is just what she needs to feel more comfortable. Isn’t that right, Wind Sprint?” Dahlia said, gently patting her head as she looked to Smash with an accomplished expression.

“Erm… Actually, I would like that. B-but don’t worry, Smash, I don’t think you’re scary or anything. I just, well, erm…” She didn’t want to insult him, she really didn’t. She just had a harder time connecting to males that weren’t her father. Quibble Pants was her first, and even then, that was difficult to see him as a father figure. “I just want to learn how Dahlia trains with Tentacles.”

“There, see? Ah, don’t worry, Smash, you’ll have your chance.” Dahlia said as she walked past him, rubbing her tail along his chin, causing him to blush, and yet back up, he still seemed rather angry about it. Dahlia walked up to his side and then whispered. “Besides, what are you angry about? We have the memory potion Merk made, it’ll still be her ‘first time’ when you get your chance. And if that isn’t enough, Merk has this place wired with cameras, so, I’ll give you a copy of my tape for you to enjoy when it’s all over. So, y’know, I’ll give you a copy if you get out of here.”

Smash Dunk’s eyes lit up as an evil smile formed across his face. He then turned to Wind Sprint, his smile becoming more gentle, and flexed his leg. “... Well, Dahlia, if you promise to bake those cookies, then I’ll get going. Good to meet you, Wind Sprint, hope you’re still excited to see how I train after you’re done with Dahlia.”

Wind Sprint giggled. Cookies? That’s all it took? She found it pretty funny that Dahlia could tempt him with treats like that. Wind Sprint waved to him with a warm smile and answered. “I will, you have a good run, Smash!”

“Oh, I will.” Smash said, repeating it darkly under his breath as he went to the stairs to the surface, leaving Dahlia, Tentickles, and Wind Sprint on their own.

“And there we go. Ok, Wind Sprint, you ready to see some real training action?” Dahlia said as she stepped closer to the grates, tapping her right hoof musically on the ground.

“Sure, but how are you going to train without any equipment? Does Tentacles really help you train without any at all?” Wind Sprint asked, curious as to how this training was supposed to be performed.

“Yep! For pegasi like us, all that’s really important is making sure we’re fast and nimble. So, check this out, Tentickles! Come on out! Time to train, Tenny!” Dahlia called out to him as she hovered upwards. Tentacles began to seep out of the grate and wrap around her legs, shocking Wind Sprint.

“What is he doing?! Is he going to eat you?!” Wind Sprint gasped as she stepped back.

“Nah! No, watch this. Ok, Tenny, rep of ten, got it? Let’s go!”  And with that, the tentacles began to pull at her legs, in a way that looked painful, as Dahlia slowly, with all her strength, brought her legs close together and slowly let them be pulled back. “One” And she did it again “Two” and she did it again, and again, and again, until she reached the count of ten. Tentickles, without any commands, lets her go as she hovers to the ground. She didn’t even break a sweat. “There we go! Now my legs feel warmed up. What did you think, Wind Sprint?”

“That was amazing! I see what you mean now. Tentacles creates resistance for you to pull at, and you both work in tandem to make sure you get a nice work out. He can help you in a variety of ways, it’s really neat!” Wind Sprint said, utterly impressed by it all.

“Mhmm, very right! But you know what else he can do?” Dahlia asked her as a few tentacles came together to allow her rest on them like a chair. She positioned herself in such a way that she was almost laying on them as she opened her hindlegs.

Wind Sprint found it a little odd in the way she was positioning herself, but given how amazing that last thing was, she was curious enough to ask. “What?”

“Help you relax after a rough day of training or an exciting match of Buckball. Here, just watch. Ok, Tenny, you know what to do.” Dahlia said as she let out a relaxed sigh.

Wind Sprint merely stared, curious and cautiously, as more tentacles began to come out of the grate, with a total of ten out at once. With two being used to nearly cradle Dahlia, another two came upon the shoulders of her forelegs and began to rub, causing Dahlia to sigh happily as she relaxed further. As that went on, three tentacles began to massage along her belly and chest. Pressing, rubbing, nuzzling, they did this as Dahlia’s hind leg twitched. “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” Dahlia sighed. Next, the last three tentacles began to sprout feathery little tongues that were dribbled in an odd saliva. They began to go lower than the tentacles along her belly and down to her exposed, good sized, and round crotchtits. Dahlia let out a few giggles and twitched as one began to ticklishly lick at her nipple as the other wrapped around her other breast and gently squeezed. 

Wind Sprint was now beginning to find it odd, and even wrong, what was going on? “U-uh, Dahlia? Why is Tentacles doing that? My mommy said stallions aren’t supposed to see or touch a mare’s no no spots. Isn’t that scary to you? E-erm, doesn’t it feel wrong?”

Dahlia giggled at that, looking to Wind Sprint with glassy eyes as she lets out a soft moan. “Your mommy is right, Wind Sprint. Stallions aren't supposed to do that. But Tenny isn’t a stallion, now is he? Nope, he isn’t. Besides, the reason your mommy told you that, and why she calls it a no no spot, is because it feels super good to be rubbed there. It’s why it’s so sensitive. Are you telling me you never tried touching there before?”

“E-erm, not really. I do when I wash myself, and it feels kind of tickly, but that’s it. And erm, I guess you’re right, Tentacles isn’t a stallion or a colt. B-but does that reall-Ah?! W-what’s he doing?! Doesn’t that feel gross?! Ewww!” Wind Sprint was taken aback as the last slick thin tentacle was licking along Dahlia’s pussy, causing it to wink as it teased at her clit.

Dahlia began to squirm, moaning, breathing deep as she looked to Wind Sprint with a softened smile, her face blushing from the pleasure she was receiving. “No, Wind Sprint. Mmmmm, this is how all mares feel when their feel good spots are touched. T-trust me, it’s super relaxing. You should really try this. Ohhhhh~!” Dahlia said as her body jumped from a sudden shock of pleasure, her clit being pressed on gently by the thin tentacle. “Oh, Celestia, I am feeling so good. Er, but hold on, Tenny, w-we’re being rude.” Upon saying that, Tenny relaxed itself, and pulled back its tentacles as it gently laid his master on the ground. Dahlia was slowly panting, she took a moment to calm herself, then looked to Wind Sprint once more. “There we are, I’m feeling oh so good now. What did you think, Wind Sprint? Wanna try?”

“I-I dunno, that looked, erm, kinda icky. You know you pee from there, right? How is it relaxing to be touched there? And why did you call it a feel good spot? Isn’t it a no no spot?” Wind Sprint was so confused. She was even further confused by Dahlia’s look. She looked so content, happy, and relaxed. The weirdest thing was her pussy, it was winking. “W-why is your no no spot winking like that?”

“Woah, woah, one at a time, Wind Sprint.  Look, the reason I call it a ‘feel good’ spot is because it feels really really good to be touched there. I mean that, those are the best places for mares like us to be touched. The proof is in the winking, after all. Mhmm, that’s right, not only does it feel super good for someone to touch your kitty, which is also a ‘feel good’ spot, but when you feel really good, you get all tingly and your kitty starts to wink because it feels so tingly good. Hm?” Dahlia giggled as Wind Sprint looked even more confused. “Did any of that get through?”

“Sorta… It still looks icky. But… You also looked so relaxed when you got touched there.  Wait, this isn’t one of those things I won’t know until I’m a grown up, is it? I hate that. Sometimes my Mommy goes to places, or goes to do things with Quibble and says I’m too young to know what it is. Well, I do want to know what it is, so can you tell me more?” Wind Sprint said. It seemed, to Dahlia at least, that Wind Sprint wanted to be treated like a big girl, despite seemingly knowing nothing about sex or stallions or anything of the sort. Perfect…

As if she and Tenny were one, Tentacles began to slowly lift Dahlia by the back as she positioned herself in a more upright position, patting between her hindlegs as she looked to Wind Sprint with a sultry grin. “C’mon, we’ll have a light massage session together and then Tenny can give you the same training he did for me, k?”

“I-I really don’t know.” Wind Sprint began to shiver. As nice as it seemed to Dahlia, it still seemed kind of wrong. Despite her sudden bravado, it just seemed… Off.  But, that was it, wasn’t it? Maybe her mother really did say those things because it all seemed so scary for foals. But looking at Dahlia, all it seemed to do was make her feel good. ‘Feel good’ spots, she called them. Wind Sprint decided to lift her right hind leg and tap at her nipple on her near non existent breast. It didn’t feel particularly good, so she tried giving it a rub. That then, she felt a tingle, it caused her body to jolt. It was the same feeling she’d get when she washed it. But for some reason, after seeing Dahlia receive her massage, her own sensitivity seemed to be a little higher than usual, something Dahlia took notice of.

“You sure you don’t know?” Dahlia giggled. “Seems like you’re trying to feel good all by yourself right now. C’mon, we can help with that.” Dahlia said as she patted her tummy, inviting Wind Sprint once again,

Wind Sprint went silent and stared for a moment. It was her chance, her real chance to try something a grown up would do with an amazing athlete. It seemed scary, but only because it was meant to be. She nodded to herself, and looked to Dahlia with more confidence. “Ok!” Wind Sprint cried out as she hovered up and lowered herself onto Dahlia, resting herself at her crotch and belly as she awaited the same kind of massage she received. Though, sitting there now, the way it was, Wind Sprint began to feel nervous, especially when Dahlia herself gently began to hug her, already rubbing at her tummy with her hoof. “E-erm, h-here we go, I guess. D-do I just sit back and relax? Like you?”

“Mhmm, and let me and Tenny do the work. But if you want us to stop, just let us know, ok?” Dahlia said as she nuzzled her head on top of Wind Sprint’s to show everything would be alright.

“O-ok, I’m ready then.” Wind Sprint said, as she took a breath, closed her eyes, and relaxed.

It was time. Dahlia began to slowly nuzzle into her a little more, gripping her against herself as she continued to rub her belly to keep her relaxed and calm as the tentacles came down to do their work.  Wind Sprint decided to peek, and upon seeing them so close to her, closed her eyes once more and shivered as she became frightened about them coming so close. But then they finally made contact. They started rubbing at her little shoulders, and added to Dahlia’s rubbing as they sought out her most tense spots and rubbed them down on her chest and cute round belly.

Wind Sprint held her breath, then let it out when she felt the tenseness begin to melt away. Dahlia could feel it, she could feel little Wind Sprint begin to get warmer, and so she grazed her own hoof along her nipple, to test her. Wind Sprint let out a sharp gasp and opened her eyes. “D-dahlia? W-what was that?”

“That was my hoof, silly. We’re both mares, right? I just wanted to try making you feel good myself before Tenny does his work. What, did you not like it?” Dahlia asked, nuzzling into her again.

Wind Sprint didn’t know how to feel. It felt… Wrong somehow. And yet, that tingly feeling, it tingled even more when Dahlia touched her over when she touched herself.  And the tingling, especially when she thinks about what Dahlia calls such spots, didn’t hurt or feel bad. It really did ‘feel good’, but in a way that she couldn’t explain. “N-no, it felt… weird, and erm, felt good. It’s just… Are you sure this is supposed to be ok?”

“Trust me, I wouldn’t be doing this with you if it wasn’t. If you’re scared though, we can stop. But eh, I dunno…” Dahlia said, as she began to sound disappointed.

“W-what?” Wind Sprint suddenly began to worry. Did she upset Dahlia? Oh no, she already felt Merk was upset because of her, and making another player she liked mad at her was something she just couldn’t do. “A-are you mad? I didn’t mean to make you mad…”

“No, no, you didn’t make me mad or anything like that. It’s just, I always do this by myself. Y’know, with having two stallions around, I can’t really let them do this with me because, y’know, just like you said. Stallions aren’t supposed to see this stuff. I just…” Dahlia sighed “I just thought I found another mare I could share this with, that’s all. Y’know, like the coolest ‘filly I consider a mare’ ever.”

“No, No! I-I am willing to do this with you! I am that mare, er, filly, erm filly mare.  I didn’t know it was like that, it sounds really lonely.” Wind Sprint said, panicking, worried that it may be too late to regain Dahlia’s favor.

“It is… And it makes me really glad to hear you say that, Wind Sprint. You’re so cool!” Dahlia said excitedly as she hugged onto Wind Sprint. “So does that mean you’re ready to have your ‘feel good’ spots massaged?”

Wind Sprint nearly hesitated when she heard that. But… Now she was cool, she herself seemed to give Dahlia a new found hope. She didn’t want to lose that. And besides, if it felt that good, what was the harm? No, she would be as cool as Dahlia, and let it happen. “I’m ready, Dahlia!”

“Good, good. Ok, Tenny, on her word, you give it to her all at once, ok?” Dahlia said, with a hint of malice in her tone, undetected by the enamored Wind Sprint.

“Oh? I get to tell him when to go? C-cool! Ok then!” Wind Sprint took a moment, and closed her eyes. She took several small breaths before taking in a big one. And then, finally. “Ok Tenny, I’m ready!”

Taking its cue, Tentickles began to do its work. As before, it lowered three of its tendrils and extended their long thin and slippery tongues. Wind Sprint, being as brave as she can, flinches when she feels the first of the tongues on her tiny little nipple. There was no way it could grip on it, it was undeveloped and just a cute little sensitive nub, or set of nubs in this case. What Wind Sprint didn’t expect however, was that the tongue tasting her, slipping along along her nipple, making it erect and moist… Was also very tickly. She began to squirm in Dahlia’s grasp as she found herself smirking uncontrollably, trying to stifle a giggle. Because as much as it tickled, it made her feel the tingly feeling, which was now even more intense than before… Even though she had no idea how intense it could be yet.

Dahlia could feel her, it was making her moan softly as Wind Sprint began to squirm, the base of her little tail brushing along Dahlia’s own pussy without Wind Sprint realizing it. Dahlia gave a little nibble on Wind Sprint’s ear and asked. “Are you ok, sweetie?”

“I-I’m fine! It just s-s-s-sorta ticEEP, hahaheee! Thahaht tickleshehehe!” Wind Sprint began to giggle now, laughing as she tried to kick her legs at the tentacles.  She didn’t realize how sensitive her little ‘feel good’ spots actually were! Wind Sprint was laughing, her tails brushing wildly on Dahlia’s own clit, as she struggled to try to escape her grip. It wasn’t even scaring her, it was just the fact it was tickling. “Dahhahahalia! Help! Hahaha! It’s tooahahaha muchhehehe!” Wind Sprint begged. 

Yes, Wind Sprint was laughing, but she began to tingle more and more, feeling those good feelings hit her as she was tortured with her own girlish mirth. Dahlia ignored her pleas, especially since it would mean her own groaning self would stop feeling such beautiful pleasure of a little tickling tail on her clit. Speaking of, the final tongue had finally come to taste Wind Sprint’s immature little button and smooth slit. For a moment, Wind Sprint’s giggling stopped as she let out a powerful moan, new found pleasure coursing through her little body as she found herself at a loss for words. But eventually, the tickles overwhelmed her much more, and with the added attention on her clit, which was sending in shocks of pleasure her little mind had never experienced before, much less was prepared for, she was now squealing and laughing hysterically, it was truly music to Dahlia’s ears. “Hhahaha! Dahliahahah! Pleeeeasehehe! I feelhahaha! Weirdhahahahehe!” Wind Sprint cried as she was desperate to escape the tickling.

“Oh! Ooops!” Dahlia faked as she waved her hoof for Tenny to stop. “S-sorry, Wind Sprint. I was so relaxed, I didn’t realize he was tickling you.” She lied. “I thought you were laughing due to all the fun you were having.”


Wind Sprint was still giggling as she wiggled close to Dahlia’s belly for comfort. It wasn’t just the tickling that got her, but also that tingling from all the attention her little titties were getting. Was that truly why they were ‘feel good’ spots? She herself thought she’d be angry after being tickled like that, but she wasn’t, and she didn’t truly know why. She was blushing, and breathing not only to catch her breath, but because she was still feeling a tingle, a bigger tingle than even from her titties. Not only that, but with the tingling came an urge to wanting to touch something, something on herself, and yet she had no idea what. As for feeling relaxed, she kind of did, but she also felt a soothing weirdness she had never felt. And finally, she bent back and looked at her own little slit of a kitty… It was winking. “Dahlia? Dahlia! L-Look, my, erm, my ‘feel good’ spot is winking! Is that good?”

“Oh?” Dahlia took a look for herself, even grabbing onto her butt with her own hooves to get a better look. Adorable, it was truly winking. Wind Sprint’s body was horny, even if Wind Sprint had no idea what it was, her body did, and that was enough for Dahlia to want to move on to the next step. “Oh, totally rad! It is winking! Here, let me give it a tap” Dahlia gently brought her hoof down, and let it press right onto Wind Sprint’s clit. 

Wind Sprint shivered and quickly jumped forward. Another surge of pleasure? This one, it almost sent her to the ground. She was blushing a very deep red as she began to breathe deeper. She looked up at Dahlia, unsure what to truly say, but knowing deep in her heart, she was feeling a very nice tingle. Why did it feel like that though? And why did it seem to feel better the more it was touched? Should she ask why? Or would it seem uncool? She was already past the mindset of modesty, they were mares, right? So it was ok to let her touch her ‘feel good’ spot like that, just like she said. “W-wow, Dahlia. I feel-”

“Relaxed? Just like I said, right? Heh, even if it did tickle, you must feel oh so good right now. Like, ready to take on anything, am I right?” Dahlia said, trying to contain her own arousal as she looked upon Wind Sprint more hungrily than before.

“Is… That how I feel? Wow, I guess, yeah! I feel all tingly and good and relaxed. If I knew that's how adult massages worked, I’d get one everyday! But, er, I have a question.” Wind Sprint said, wanting to ask her question due to how curious it all was.

“What is that, Wind Sprint?” Asked Dahlia.

“W-well, it’s my spot. It feels like, the more you touch it, the better it feels. Is that normal?” Wind Sprint asked, like the naive child she was.

“Yeah, actually, that’s how it works.” Dahlia couldn’t believe it! Wind Sprint was so easy, she could probably make her want to be molested by her at this point.  But ah, that was the thing, she, like Smash and Merk, had a fetish for tickling, it was in their blood and it was something that truly bonded them together. And so, Wind Sprint would have to suffer in her own laughter for her amusement. But, with memory potions available by Merk, it wasn’t like she couldn’t mind wipe Wind Sprint to a point of making her a willing ‘love slave’, given she is enjoying herself already. “But, uh, hey. Relax time is over, because, y’know, you still gotta hang with Smash and Merk today. Sooooo, how about some training, huh? The same thing I did, ten reps, got it?”

“Oh? O-oh, ok! I think I’m ready for that. Ok! Yeah! Let’s do this!” Wind Sprint said. As much as she was curious about the tingle in her kitty, she still had to impress Dahlia with her own athletism. Though, it wouldn’t be long until Dahlia truly had her way.