Hours after the cookie incident, far from Ponyville, there was a strange manor where a facility was running tickle related experiments. Windy wished to put a stop to them to free the test subjects or at least gather some intel for her own, but it wasn't a trip without it's load of mishaps.
"This is all your fault."
Complained Marquis as he tried to wiggle out of his bindings, watching with apprehension the fluffy machine lowering from the ceiling.
"No need to thank me~."
Eagerly returned the green mare bound next to him, grinning at she was excited to learn more about this tool the mad pony scientist boasted about.
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The moon was now high in the sky and Ponyville's inhabitants were all asleep and already dreaming. With the exception of a stallion walking through the nearby forest. Avoiding the traps layed at the entrance, he entered a lonely house in a clearing next to a quiet river and a shooting range.
Marquis was tired, today was eventful and his body was sore from laughing and running so much, but he had one last task before going back home to rest.
Walking up the stairs he reached Windy's bedroom. Levitating carefully the sleeping pony resting on his back, he set her down into bed and pulled the covers over her.
"Good night, Windy. I'll see you tommorow."
