>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."