- >Day tickling in Equestria.
- >You spent the last months in agony as you restrained yourself from tickling these cute horses.
- >But you just couldn't hold out any longer.
- >Today was the day you'd tickle the living shit out of Twilight Sparkle.
- >Figuratively, not literally, that'd be gross.
- >You rap on Twilight's door, and soon, it opens.
- >Twilight stands in front of you with an innocent smile.
- >If only she knew...
- >"Hey Anon, how can I help you?"
- >You lift your arms and fall into a ready-stance.
- "Imma tickle you."
- >Twilight's face goes pale.
- >"You... what?"
- "Imma tickle your cute belly."
- >Twilight's face goes grim and she pulls a whistle out of nowhere and puts it in her mouth.
- >"Try it, punk, I'll have you thrown into jail with the other rapists!"
- >You raise an eyebrow at the sudden hostility.
- "Rapist? Wait, are you serious?"
- >Twilight sternly looks at you, with the whistle still in her mouth, making quiet whistling noises as she breathes.
- >You startle her by breaking into a loud laughter.
- "Holy shit you ponies are nuts. Tickling is rape? Come on, what the fuck!"
- >Twilight slams the door and locks it before you can react.
- >This could've been just Twilight being weird, so you head up to Applejack's to ask her about it.
- >"Tickling? Nah it's fine Anon, Twilight's just being weird about it for some reason."
- "Really? No problem with tickling? That's great news!"
- >Applejack gives you a smile.
- >"Ah remember when me and my family tickled each other for hours. Hot, sweaty bodies rubbing against ea-"
- "Uh... Sure you're still talking about tickling?"
- >"Oh, yes, tickling is fine, go for it."
- >Relieved, you make your way back to the library, flexing your fingers on the way.
- >Bitch gonna get tickled.
- >Back at her library, you do a commando roll through her kitchen window, and catch her while making tea.
- >Twilight's eyes go wide in fear, knowing what is to come.
- >You pounce her, and begin tickling her thoroughly.
- >Under fits of laughter she tells you to stop, threatens you, and pleas for relief.
- >But you're not going to.
- >You'll just keep tickling her.
- >"HAHAHA, Anon, ... HAHA, s-stop, I'm...pffhahahaha, gonna- ah-"
- >Suddenly, you hear a wet bang, and Twilight recoils a good meter over the floor.
- >She's not laughing anymore, eyes wide in shock.
- >You turn around and see the walls covered in diarrhoea shit.
- >Looking down, you notice that the shitstorm barely missed you, and a wet brown splatter runs along the floor.
- >You look at Twilight with a look of horror on your face, jaw hanging open, and she grumpily looks back.
- >"See that's what happens when people tickle me."