A female Pegasus dangled from the ceiling of her small cell, her four hooves trapped in the ceiling above.

“No….no please eheha!”

The poor pony wasn’t so much struggling as she was shivering, unseen soft tickly fibres gently stroked the center of her trembling hooves in a never ending rhythm they couldn’t escape.

Hazel was the caring mother of the Blossom family.
Being a Pegasus increased sensitivity was somthing they all had to learn to live with, but for hazel she was incredibly sensitive. The tickly feelings almost immediately stole her voice; she was practically paralysed in shock; just shivering all over from her legs to her wings; those of which randomly flapped before returning to a shivery full wingspread.

“Haehaeh! Eh-Ha! Haha-Help me!”

Between her giggling her breathing was uneasy as she tried to bare feelings she just COULDN’T stand; but she wasn’t consumed in laughter, just ragged breathing and almost unending giggles as her poor body was overwhelmed. If she had the option of pulling her hooves off and crippling herself for life she would do so immediately, without a thought; it was just too much.

Her poor hooves helplessly embedded in the ceiling above her, no matter how much she twisted or pulled at her hooves they remained at the mercy of the feathers from Tartarus, the gap her hooves were trapped in was just not big enough to pull her whole hoof out of, no matter how hard she tried.

There was one other predicament Hazel was currently unaware of; attached to the ceiling behind her was a green crystal that had begun to glow, followed by the same green glow enveloping her lower genital lips.

“AAuuuuuunGNHHHhh!” A noise somewhere between a yelp and a moan shot out the pony’s mouth as a very pleasant tingly feeling began stimulating the folds of her delicate entrance as the tickling suddenly stopped, she had no hope of resisting the feelings or hold back her moans as the changeling magic drove her wild.

The devious magic wasn’t happy with just teasing around the edges of Hazels now dripping entrance, the green aura soon moved to the captives inner walls; seeking out her most sensitive places and covering them in a magical massage that left the poor pony drooling; loud moans filling the room between laboured breaths.

Hazel was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure and had begun rocking by her legs, trying to thrust into the magic that was assaulting her, not that it helped. As the magic had now enveloped the entirety of her shivering genitals an orgasm was moments away, the helpless pony completely loosing herself “Yes! YES! YEEEES! YE-ueaAHAHHH ehehahahaHEAEA!” All the good feelings stop as the feathers return to her trapped hooves as laughter fills the room once more.

Seconds away the magic had faded and the tickling was back with a vengeance, she wanted to cry but all she could do was laugh, Hard. The magic at the hives command seemed intent on bringing their prey to the brink of orgasm, only to rip it from her at the last moment with the torturous tickling.

Hazel had lost track of time when the tickling had first began, let along the orgasm denial, time and time again she was on the brink of cumming only for the heavenly magical pleasure to abandon her as her poor hooves felt the tickly feathers once more.

On the seventh cycle of tickly denial sweat was pouring up her legs and off her back, her pussy drooling almost continuously in arousel, her clit; also a target of the magic was winking rapidly as the green glow that covered it filled the helpless pony’s eyes with stars, hardly able to think about anything more then “let me cum, let me cum, let me cum!”

Seconds, she was seconds away from cumming, it was gonna happen this time, it had to!
As Hazel scrunched her eyes once more the pleasuring stopped and the tickling resumed, but this time something was different; she was so wound up that the tickling alone had sent her over the edge, she screamed as 7 spurts shot out her shivering love canal and onto the floor below, quickly flowing down the drain.

Hazel wasn’t just a emotion source like the rest of her family, she was an experiment.
How much purer would her fluids be if she was conditioned to enjoy it, put simply: to give her a tickling fetish.

More testing would be required to find out but either way, the Blossom family was now fully accustomed to their new life, serving the greater good of the hive.


The Blossom family: the hives first subjects

Cobalt: While in his life up to this point has been the headstrong brave father to the family he was now a desperate laughing mess, his hooves getting sore from his desperate attempts to break through the impenetrable wall of changeling goop and free his ticklish stallionhood from the feathers that wouldn’t leave it alone; no matter how much he begged….or came.

Rose and Poppy: Two sisters that may not always get on with each other, did care for each other very deeply. Not that it helped them much now, the magic was now only using the ticklish sisters own feathers to drive the poor girls mad.

And poor Hazel: she had snapped after her first orgasm, unending laughter her only noise as her body’s only movement was its shivering, her hooves squirming as most as they could as the tickles drove her mad.

Below the Blossom family’s cells were 3 big crystal tanks emblazed with their cutie marks, each tank the size of a standered four bedroom house.

After three weeks into the collection The first tank bearing a hammer and spade cutie in a cross was just reaching the point there the goopy white cum within had just about covered the whole bottom surface of the tank, not enough yet to even consider beginning to serve to the hive

The next tank bore two cutie marks, one of the older Blossom sister: two rings with a spiralling red and pink trail going through both of them.

The younger Blossoms cutie mark bore wings in a spread display with a finish line flag in between them.

The tank itself was filled just below double the amount of their Fathers tank as their ticklish “enjoyment” slowly filled their shared tank.

And then there was the Pegasus Mother’s tank; baring a bright yellow lighting bolt.
Her tank contained the most fluid of the three tanks, as much as she couldn’t stand it a part her body loved it, especially with the continued conditioning the changelings had ordered for her testing had resulted it much more fluid output. Looks like teaching the pony to enjoy it doubles cum output.

Something that would need to be used more in future food sources