//------------------------------// // Planning With A Dash Of Tickles // Story: The Child In Me // by Zamairiac //------------------------------// Time to introduce Oliver’s power! Though only one bit at a time. It’ll be up to you to guess just what Alicorn he is to be. Begin! Planning With A Dash Of Tickles “Once more mon amour.” “Seriously? We’ve been at this for forty minutes.” “Oui, now again!” “Slavedriver.” It was a very dreary evening in the castle of Canterlot. The Stormtroppers were about as dull as per usual, Sunny Butt was still trolling around with that serene smile, and the Blue menace (Otherwise known as Mom) had left my cheeks nice raw with kisses, nuzzles and the lot earlier that day. The tingling had yet to wear off. Oh, and Fleur Delacour-Ahem-De Lis was at that moment in time torturing my mind with our…special lessons. Get your minds outta the gutter, my body WAS a child’s. Though the increasingly familiar sensation of smooth lips pressing against my own does grant you some leeway. So chuck your minds back in! Fleur pulled back and gazed at me warmly, that annoying you know you’re going to listen to me anyway grin firmly plastered on her muzzle. “Pervert,” I teased, prompting a rather swift look of mock indignation to flicker across her face. “Moi?” she gasped, putting a hoof to her head dramatically and falling back on our humungous cushion. “You wound me, mon cheri! To suggest that a mare as pure as I would take up the mantle of pervert. Atrocious!” I couldn’t help the sheer level of laughter that broke free of the confines of my muzzle, held tightly shut though it was. Although given that Fleur was laughing in her own unique, musical way. I suppose my sudden lapse without Mom being responsible wasn’t so bad. “Oliver,” she chuckled. “My Oliver. We both know how old you truly are. Just as we both know how old I truly am. So is there really a need to joke about such a thing?” She wasn’t kidding either. For although she chose not to admit her age aloud (Fleur calls it a mare thing), I feel safe enough to reveal that she is many centuries my senior. Sirens live a bloody long time. Bloody…Hah! Mental note number twenty one- The word ‘bloody’ does not seem to count as a swear word. It may now be added alongside the others’. …Don’t judge me; it’s how I keep track of things. “I suppose not,” I sighed, grinning somewhat tiredly up at the pale mare. “Tis a bit amusing though, no?” “No,” she deadpanned, though her smile contradicted this. “Now...shall we continue?” One day a guy like me will win an argument with a female. Never the less, I nodded and looked directly at her eyes, scrunching my brow in concentration. It took a few seconds less for the effects to become apparent. First there was a slight tingling within my eyes, not uncomfortable, just sort of there. Secondly a sort of glow took over Fleur’s, an intense red. The one an individual might call evil, though we both scoffed at the notion. How could something like this be even the slightest bit malicious? Because…it came. The chanting, a melodious chanting. The words were spoken in a language unfamiliar to me, yet all the same I still retained perfect understanding of what they meant. Open the door. Let us in. Let us see. Let us know all. Open the door. Let us in. Let us… A repeating symphony of words, clearly feminine. Repeating over and over, enough to drive one mind. But they never did. How could they? It was wonderful. And the power. The sheer unrivalled sensation of utter dominance was almost overwhelming. It was why I had to practise, why Fleur had suggested I do so with her as a guinea pig no matter my refusal. I didn’t even know I had this ability until she sensed it within me. To be honest I don’t really like to talk about it, even if it does make me feel good, warm. I’m not foolish enough to believe that there’ll be no side effects. I’ve studied addiction before after all. But if Fleur believes that I can overcome it, then overcome it I shall! Still, that’s the reason I never mentioned it before. To be honest…I don’t particularly want to think about it. “Focus mon amour,” Fleur soothed, obviously able to sense my distracted mind. “I welcome you, enter my darling. Enter and see all you wish to see.” Let us in. Let us see. “Yes my love, see all you all wish to see.” Open the door. “It is always open for you, enter. Come, don’t be nervous, be confident. You must be confident for this to work.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to ignore the utter pleasure I felt, pushing it to the further most corner of my mind. Let us know all “You shall, you can! Come my love, come in, I invite you willingly.” … “The door is open. We see all. We know all. We own all.” … It was a very exhausting hour later that I finally closed my eyes, the light linking us together fading just as quickly. “Well done, mon amour,” cooed a very lovely voice. “We are one step closer to obtaining our goal, and I am so proud of you. But remember…you must play the child if it is to come to pass.” A deep but short kiss followed her praise, causing me to sigh and open my eyes…only to see that my ‘Royal Foalsitter’ was nowhere to be found. I hate it when she does that…and she probably knows it. The sound (and earth-shaking vibrations) of the chamber door being opened quickly snapped me out of my thoughts and onto… “The Blue Menace has returned!” I squeaked loudly, choosing that very moment to dive under the bed. “Quick! Call the police! Call Professor Oak, we haven’t caught em’ all!” A melodious yet still rather boisterous chuckle escaped the dastardly villain, no doubt finding my cries for help to be trivial and in vain as she closed in on my naive hiding spot. Her horn flashed once, taking every piece of regalia along with it. Wait for it, here comes the villainous monologue. “Nay foal! No help shall save thee from thy punishment!” she shouted, laughing maliciously. “Thou hast dared to defy the great Blue Menace! And whilst under our hoof and our unquestionable rule, defiance will not…” Wait, what is she- Without any warning, she dropped to her belly and pulled me from under the bed, holding me in front of her twinkling eyes. “BE TOLERATED!” she shouted, her hooves, muzzle and even mane tickling me mercilessly. “Mercy! Merc-c-cy!” I cried, laughing uncontrollably as I tried unsuccessfully to escape her evil embrace. “Never!” she cackled, blowing on my belly soon after and causing me to squeal like a…well, child. “Thou shalt pay for crossing the Blue Menace!” She didn’t stop for at least a thousand years…or maybe a few minutes. It was difficult to tell the difference in the end. Once she did so however, to my great relief, it was only for me to realize just what else was about to happen. How did I know? She had the grin. The grin that told me in no uncertain terms just what was about to happen to me. And that I had no say in the matter…again. “Mine sweet baby,” she cooed lovingly. “Mine most adorable child, it is time once again.” “No!” I defied, stubbornly trying to wiggle out of her hold. “I don’t need one! Let me go!” It was to my utmost surprise that she did not both tighten her hold on me and yell out her enthusiastic refusals. In fact if I didn’t know any better than I would have said that she was actually considering what I had to say. Until she let me go and I landed in a shallow pool of water that is. Faust damnit. I was quickly picked back up out of the water, only to blink the suds away and take in the appearance of a completely soaked Mom. A completely soaked Mom with a rather evil looking scrubbing brush in her mouth. “Sthy sthill now baby,” she slurred behind the brush. “Mhommy’s going to mhake thee nhice and shiny!” “Noooo!” I tried to run but it was no use, she caught me. And thus the scrubbing began. Only the dead can know peace from this torment!