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Report 34 - horizon

When they discover that the Elements of Harmony have created involuntary emotional cross-contamination inside Princess Twilight, two changelings hatch a ticklish plot to force the truth out of her.

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The Tour

"And we've totally redesigned the ankle-cuffs," Oubliette said. "Instead of having three separate types — strong cuffs for earth ponies, magic-resistant cuffs for unicorns, and cuffs with wing-lock connectors for pegasi — it's all a single modular system now." The thin roan-grey unicorn floated a set of rune-inscribed bands over to Twilight Sparkle. "The individual units cost more, but it will cut down significantly on the gear required by City Guard patrols."

Twilight brought them up to her muzzle, squinting. "They certainly look impressive. But … they don't hurt, do they? We don't want to the Department of Rehabilitations to be cruel to prisoners."

"Not at all!" Parade Rest said with an unnecessary salute. "I personally made sure of that, Your Highness. I'm quite serious about carrying on your brother's legacy with these reforms. Try them on yourself, if you'd like."

"Me?" Twilight glanced around the new wing of the Canterlot Dungeons. "I shouldn't. Should I? I do have to admit, I'm a little curious." She giggled self-consciously. "At least nopony else is here to see."

She watched with some interest as Oubliette fastened four bands around her pasterns, then spread her wings to full extension as two C-shaped bangles were clamped around the primaries at her carpal joint. "Comfortable?" Parade Rest asked. He waited for Twilight's nod, then touched a hoof to the stone on his necklace, and the cuffs began glowing bright red. "Alright, try to move."

Twilight tried to give her wings an experimental flap — watching her muscles catch and strain, the joint shifting slightly inside the bangle — but the wingcuffs stayed immobile, as if embedded in stone. Surprised, she tried to lift a hoof, only to feel her limb similarly locked in place. "The cuffs all maintain their exact relative distances once switched on," Oubliette explained, putting a hoof to her chest and tilting her backward; Twilight's forelegs lifted off the ground as her body angled up. "And for unicorns …" He floated a cold-iron band over her horn, and screwed it down until it was threaded snugly into the spiraling.

Twilight experimentally rocked her body back and forth. She could lean, if she angled all her hips at once, and she imagined she could get around by lifting three hooves off the ground and pivot-walking on the last one, but from the neck down she felt virtually immobilized. The wingcuffs didn't quite live up to the comfort promise — if she strained to flap too hard, the clamps tugged at where the quills entered the sensitive skin of her margin. She made a mental note to go over the bangles with the designers. "And for unicorns what?" she asked.

There was an ominous silence. She looked up just in time to catch a dual sizzle of green fire, and blinked away the afterimages of the Guard division captains to see two smirking changelings.

"I can't believe that worked," the former Parade Rest said.

A breath caught in Twilight's throat. She charged a spell, only to feel it sputter out as her field touched the hornband. She frantically tried to stagger backward, throwing her hips side to side and managing a few inches of feeble totter. "I–I'll scream!" she said as the changelings advanced.

They stopped, glanced at each other, and broke out into laughter. "That's the great Twilight Sparkle's big plan?" the former Oubliette asked. Like his disguise, he was skinny, though he now had a crooked horn and malice in his eyes. "Soundproof dungeon, remember?"

The former Parade Rest, having dropped his white, toned pegasus form, was now on the short and stocky side, with unusually shiny wings. He circled Twilight slowly, ducking under her outstretched feathers and lightly tracing the smooth edge of his translucent wing-membrane in a line down her side. She shivered as the touch crossed the sensitive surface of her mark, the surprising coolness of the sheer surface sending a tingle racing beneath her skin. "You're not going to scream, Twilight Sparkle," he whispered. "You're going to talk. We read your preliminary field report on the ancient morphic-suppression-field projector you unearthed. Before that research goes any further, I'm afraid we'll be taking both the artifact and your notes."

Twilight squirmed, turning her head as far as she could to keep Shiny Wings in sight. "They're hidden. It's safe. You'll get nothing out of me."

"I think we will," he said, baring fangs in a leering grin. "Because I've also read Report 34."

Twilight blinked several times, trying to place the number. Then her eyes widened. "You're bluffing. T-that's top secret."

"She says to the Captain of the Guard." Shiny Wings continued to circle her, dropping his wingtip and tracing it across the back of her knee. "A report on the weaknesses of one of Equestria's primary defenses? You'd better believe we read it. Isn't it interesting that, since you're central to the six Elements of Harmony, they form magical interlinks inside you to go along with their social associations?"

Heat pooled in Twilight's cheeks. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Shiny Wings smirked. "For example, if someone inspires feelings of Loyalty in you — like, say, framing a reform as honoring your brother's legacy — it provokes an involuntary Generosity response. The project we proposed was an insane waste of tax dollars, but you literally couldn't have turned it down."

"Th-that's not true. Yes, the upfront costs were high, but the savings in training and equipment maintenance —"

Crooked Horn cut her off with a snort. "She knows exactly what the report says, Delta-9. She's stalling. Get what we came here for."

Shiny Wings glanced back, a frown shading onto his mandibles. "What, I can't also build up the tension enough for us to get a snack out of this too?"

"Eat when we're done."

"You have no flair for the dramatic, you know that?"

"Yes, and it's gotten us this far," Crooked Horn said. "Hurry up."

Shiny Wings' expression darkened. "Fine. Go check the hallways and make sure she wasn't expecting company."

As Crooked Horn walked past her, and she heard the hollow clop of his exoskeletal "hooves" recede into the halls outside, Twilight felt her heart sink. She had harbored a tiny, secret hope that somepony would be within hearing range, but they seemed determined to dash all her hopes today.

Suddenly, cold chitin gripped her shoulders. Twilight yelped as Shiny Wings grunted and heaved her backward, pulling her immobilized form into a rearing position. She tried kicking out, but all that accomplished was to jerk her wings downward and arch her back uncomfortably. As he continued to pull backward and she tilted belly-up, vertigo took hold, making her feel like she was plummeting backwards in free-fall — but at the last second he braced and slowed her descent, easing her to the ground with wings akimbo and legs straight in the air. Twilight gasped for air, heart racing, and tried to worm her way toward the exit, but that proved a non-starter as her shoulder ran into his firmly planted hoof. She looked up. Shiny Wings was staring at the door, scowling, but at the motion of her muzzle he glanced down and met her gaze.

He leaned in. "Look," he murmured. "What Delta-12 doesn't know won't hurt him, alright? You're not escaping, and you are going to tell us everything — what with Laughter provoking involuntary Honesty, and all — but there's still room for a little quid pro quo here. Tell me where you're most ticklish."

Adrenaline clenched Twilight's throat. The changeling wasn't bluffing — and all her deepest secrets were about to become an open book. "W-wait!" she stammered. "Can't I just tell you what you want to know? It's all in a secret panel in my desk in the Star Tower. Listen — please —"

Shiny Wings shook his head. "Don't be stupid. I'm going to have to confirm that — you know that."

She swallowed through a dry throat. "Then why should I cooperate?" she asked, trying to sound as fierce as she could.

"Because I'll make sure nodrone hurts you or feeds on you until we get you to Chrysalis. There's a lot of us who might want a piece of you along the way." He traced the tip of an appendage slowly down her chest. "All I want in exchange is for you to help me make you laugh. Then we save enough time for me to have a little snack."

Twilight tried to still her thoughts and consider the deal. She knew she should be fighting him with everything she had. On the other hoof, she was at this strange changeling's mercy — maybe it would be smart to get on his good side. It could end up creating unexpected opportunities.

She closed her eyes, feeling her heart thud in her chest. "The bottoms of my hooves," she said faintly.

She could almost hear his mandibles scrape into a smile. "Excellent," he said.

Then something wet touched her frog.

Twilight shrieked in surprise, bucking against her restraints. Her leg shuddered in its locked-straight position, and discomfort twinged in one wing. She tried to roll away from the slimy sensation, but a firm leg caught and held hers. "Hohd stih!" Shiny Wings snapped, and she opened his eyes to see him prodding his tongue into the tender pad nestled within her right hind-hoof.

She'd known that something like this was coming, but even so, the warm, wet sensation was bizarre. He wasn't just licking her hoof, he was drooling all over it — and as the warm liquid trickled over her bulbs and seeped into her grooves, a strange, fiery prickling swept through her hoof. As the wave of sensation passed, an odd numbness seeped into her pastern, creeping down her leg and spreading through her chest.

"What are you doing?" Twilight asked, genuinely confused. In response, Shiny Wings inhaled and let out a breath across the bottom of her hoof.

Sensation exploded.

She could feel every whorl and eddy of his exhalation, the curious blend of ice and fire as the heat of his lungs evaporated the moist leavings of his lick. As that tide receded, the air played through the tiny wrinkles of her pad as if a typhoon were howling through soaring fjords. Vertigo flooded her head, sucking away her breath. There was a miniature world in her hoof, concentrated beyond any rational sense of scale, and as the winds died down, she found herself lost in it wholly, as if unceremoniously plunged back into the ocean after surfacing for a gasp of breath.

Awareness of the rest of her body dimly returned. Her lungs were burning. She suddenly remembered to breathe.

"Changeling spit," Shiny Wings said, running his tongue over his fangs and visibly swallowing. "At the point of application, it significantly sharpens your sensations in order to create the feeding conduit between us. However, outside that application point it's a general anaesthetic … wouldn't want you getting distracted, would we? So, for both our sakes, I hope you weren't lying."

Twilight worked her jaw soundlessly, overwhelmed.

She heard him chuckle. "We'll find out soon enough." There was a sharp pinching sensation in her wing — almost unpleasant, except that everything in her body except for that hoof felt hazy and distant — and then a tiny eddy of air caressing her frog. Every hair of Twilight's pelt stood at sudden attention. Above her, Shiny Wings swung one of her feathers back and forth above her hoof, a tiny puff of wind swirling around the surface of her skin with each motion.

Twilight let out an incoherent whimper. She knew she should struggle and resist — that he was doing this just to consume her emotions as he tormented her — but those fears felt oddly abstract, overwhelmed by anticipation. Were his own emotions leaking back through the conduit he'd mentioned? The gleam in his eyes was a mirror for the feelings slowly seeping through her body.

She stared helplessly into those eyes — and for a moment he froze, pinned by the intensity of her gaze. His mouth was agape, and she noted absently that there was a spreading wetness on her chest which was probably the drool falling unchecked from his mouth. Shiny Wings broke the contact, slamming his eyes shut, and made a soft breathy noise as a shudder passed through his body.

Twilight's heart quickened. There was something there. In a disturbingly pure and primal way, she knew he wanted her to enjoy herself, as much as any lover ever had — since it was exactly that connection that would nourish him.

Then he opened his eyes back up and pinned her with that same intense stare — and anticipation flooded her, choking her like water in her lungs. She immediately knew there was no hiding it, from herself or him. Even if she'd had Equestria's best poker face, even if she could have closed that conduit with force of will, he could taste how she felt, and she could feel a glorious warmth spreading in her chest as an echo of his delight wrapped itself around her.

"You dirty little thing," he whispered, mandibles bared in a giddy grin. He slowly raised the feather between their eyes. "Now, princess … laugh for me."

Twilight almost did, right then, just on the sheer force of the command. But she bit it back. Anticipation or no, it was shameful to surrender without a fight.

That was when Shiny Wings touched the feather to her frog.

The miniature world of sensation shuddered at the clash of earth and sky — and it wasn't a single feather she felt brushing against her, but hundreds of barbs and their thousands of barbules and their millions of hooklets, spiraling fractally down into layers she didn't even have a name for, all of which closed their own tiny circuit with her hoof. The contact raced up her leg like a million tiny bolts of lightnings, spearing into her brain and jerking the muscles of her limb taut.

Shiny Wings leaned in, holding the feather steady, and blew past it. It didn't even look like it was moving against her, and yet she could feel each of the million tiny points of contact gripping her and vibrating, sending tremors through the vast plains and down to the core of the world that was her hoof. Twilight helplessly thrashed and bucked, a wave of convulsions squeezing her ribs and emptying her lungs, the feather's vibration spreading like wildfire through her until her entire universe was ablaze.

She felt the laugh coming — the prickling pressure of the earthquake spreading inside her — but closed her throat against it, desperately grasping for some control over the sensations. Then the burning reached her lungs, and a primeval instinct overruled her and gasped for breath, and it was all over. She exploded into helpless laughter, tears at the corners of her eyes, spread-eagled body straining against her bonds, desperate pleas dying half-formed on her lips.

The motion died away, and she gasped frantically for breath as Shiny Wings inhaled. "Stop —" she managed as he started to blow again.

She'd been tickled before — roughhousing with her brother, games with her friends — but never anything like this. Tickling was a full-body workout, engaging every muscle in a fruitless attempt to twitch and jerk away. But this, this, was a full-universe experience. She was bound to the world of her hoof, with its millions of feather-bristles planted like trees in an endless forest, their trunks dancing in the wind and their roots gripping and swaying the world. She could only dimly feel the thrashing of her body and the fire of laughter in her lungs, except as cataclysmic tremors that shook the world of her hoof and its feather-forest all the more. When Shiny Wings paused again, Twilight sagged helplessly into her bindings, as drained as if she'd moved sun, moon and sky.

Shiny Wings drew in a slow and shuddering breath, closing his eyes, then ran his tongue over his mandibles. "Mmmm," he murmured as Twilight panted shallowly, her breaths struggling for a hoofhold in her lungs. "Oh, exquisite. It's going to be a shame turning you over to Chrysalis." He flicked the feather through the air over her hoof, sending a fresh tremor down her leg and a fresh wave of giggles through her burning throat, and then leaned down and nuzzled her neck. "Now then, let's test this out," he whispered into her ear. "Tell me your most humiliating personal secret."

"I have naughty thoughts about my sister-in-law," Twilight blurted out. Then her eyes shot open, and her cheeks flushed. "How did you — Eeeheeeeheehee!" She squirmed, back arching, as the feather gusted air across her hoof again.

Shiny Wings chuckled. "I was right, you are a dirty little thing. Do continue."

"How did … you make … me tell the … truth?" Twilight said in between gasps of air. It was like her muzzle wasn't under her control.

"Not that — tell me more about …" His smile wavered for a moment. "Wait, what are you talking about? You wrote Report 34. I know you know exactly what it said."

"Yes, and it was mmm—" Twilight finally wrestled her lips back under her control, clamping them together mid-word, breathing frantically through her nose.

"Oh no you don't," Shiny Wings said, tracing the feather around the outer edge of her hoof. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't even have felt it, but with the heightened awareness of the spit she could sense it as a distant, diffuse pressure.

It was enough — her mouth burst open in a fresh round of giggles. "Made up!"

The feather halted.

"What did you say?"

"Completely fake. Which makes this awkward, because it's about to blow my plans apart. I really wasn't anticipating this." Twilight stopped fighting the urge to let her mouth run; she needed all of her focus to analyze and adapt to this new development. "Has it got something to do with the spit?" she heard herself say as her mind raced. "Feedback from the conduit? Unfortunately, validating those hypotheses is beyond my capabilities in these circumstances."

Shiny Wings' mandibles opened and closed several times. "And the artifact in the Star Tower …?" he finally managed.

"Also never existed. I'm sorry." Twilight gave him a sheepish look. "I really was going to tell you sooner or later. But if it helps —"

"Wait," Crooked Horn's voice said from the doorway. "We walked into a trap?"

Twilight's eyes widened to match the ones atop Shiny Wings' stunned expression. "Yes," she said before her brain processed the alarm signal and desperately fought for mouth control again, "but —"

"Fewmets!" Crooked Horn snarled, galloping into the room. "Nine! Knock her out! Plan B!"

Twilight's heart sunk. And it had been going so well, too.

"Safeword, stun!" she shouted, and a burst of light flared out from the runes of the cuffs. Behind her, she heard Crooked Horn's body crash to the ground and slide toward her, right as Shiny Wings' eyes rolled up and he slumped backward. "Safeword, free!" The cuffs glowed and sprang open, falling off her legs and wings, and she fumbled with her forehooves to unscrew her hornring. As the changelings staggered back upright, Twilight's horn flared out — and then their world went black.

* * *

"Hello, Shiny Wings."

Drone Delta-9's consciousness slowly filtered back in. He squeezed his eye-membranes more tightly shut, and tried to shift a forelimb to rub the exoskeleton of his throbbing temple. His leg didn't seem to want to move.

He forced his eyes open, blinking back haze. That limb — along with the others — had a cuff clamped around it. One of the old-style ones, without any magic. His limbs were spread out, with solid bars linking the cuffs, bracing two of his legs up in the air even though he was lying on his side.

Twilight Sparkle slowly trotted into view, crouching down next to his immobilized legs. She gave him a smile — he felt genuine affection behind it, but it still left him scared and queasy. "You know," she said, "I can't believe that worked."

"Bzuh?" Delta-9 mumbled, struggling fruitlessly against his restraints. Screw this, he thought, shifting his shape into a foal small enough to wriggle out of the cuffs — or at least he would have, if a painful vibration hadn't suddenly bit into his ankles as he tried to change, disrupting his thoughts and dispersing his spell. Fewmets! Cold iron!

"Report 34, I mean," Twilight said conversationally, ignoring his escape attempt. She stroked a hoof gently on his hind knee. "I knew you'd take the bait of capturing a princess one way or the other, but it was a long shot that you'd fall for my flimsy lie about magical interlinks." She glanced down at the floor and chuckled self-consciously. "I'm still not sure you did, but I'm really grateful you played along."

Delta-9 looked wildly around the room. It didn't look like a dungeon cell — he was lying on a white-and-blue rug, near a table that had been pushed up against a wall out of the way. The door was a dark, rich wood, with the bolt thrown, and there was a large picture window with curtains pulled shut. "Where's Delta-12?" he said.

Twilight's face fell, and she let out a small sigh. "Down in the dungeon … a Hive loyalist to the bitter end. I'm afraid he hasn't been very cooperative, but we're treating him fairly, and offering him plenty of chances for rehabilitation before it comes down to a trial."

"And what are you going to do with me?"

The smile crept back onto Twilight's muzzle. "You … well, you're different." She gazed back into Delta-9's eyes, suppressing a giggle, and he felt his mouth begin to water. He stared uncomprehendingly at the princess as she continued. "I don't think you're as loyal to Chrysalis as all your hivemates think you are. You and I might be able to … shall we say … work something out, if you're willing to cooperate with me. Oh! But first."

"But first?" he repeated, swallowing a mouthful of drool. Oh, stars, he was almost getting a meal off of her smile alone …

Wait. How was the feeding link still open?

"But first," Twilight said, "the self-defense spells I cast before luring you into the trap apparently reacted strangely to the feedback loop from your saliva. I canceled them before you woke up, but the honesty trigger still isn't wearing off. I never imagined a Report 34-style effect was even possible — but it is, and it's linked to you."

What was that emotion through the link? He'd never felt that from a pony before …

Twilight's smile broadened. Her horn lit up, and a bright purple feather drifted into Delta-9's field of vision.

"And," she whispered as the feather dipped down underneath his chin, "it goes both ways."

Comments ( 30 )
horizon #1 · Nov 5th, 2014 · · 1 ·

Just a friendly reminder: This is a T-rated story, so please also keep your comments free of explicit material.

I'm pretty confident that this is age-rated correctly (and, if you're reading this, it did pass moderation as a T fic), but I'm willing to bend to consensus here. Vote this comment down if you think it should be retagged Mature. Vote up if you think it's fine at Teen.

oh god what is this

EDIT: oh god what was that

Seriously, though, that was funny. If bizarre. (So totally #judging yamgoth rn (no I'm not).) If nothing else I'm left wanting more. Also, I'm torn. I don't feel like this should be mature, but at the same time it just READS really risque.

I don't see anything here which would warrant a mature rating, frankly.

That being said, I wasn't overly enamored with this story; I didn't get anything out of it at all. Guess that's what happens when you don't have a foot hoof tickling fetish and read something about it.

5229475 5229543
The story passed moderation while I was out voting. You both jumped on this before my explanatory blog post went up, so … um … thanks for leaping on it so quickly, I guess! That's always flattering. :twilightsmile:

Side note to 5229543: Now that this is done I will get to your PM (and your editing) after dinner.

I saw it and wanted to make the edit joke so I knew I had to read it immediately

See, this is why we Oregonians vote by mail; we can always promptly post explanations for our weird tickling fetish stories.

I gotta admit that tickling fetishes are even less comprehensible to me than hoof fetishes; I can see why some folks might have very different erogenous zones, but tickling is a very distinctive sensation. I suppose it is at least pleasurable (kind of), so I can see the crossover...

Guess I'm not wired for it properly.

Of course, I understand the idea of tickling someone, and then getting up to other shenanigans, but, I dunno. I think of it as such an innocent thing on its own...

Hmm. Well, I'm glad I didn't stop reading halfway through... but on the other hand, I was tempted to stop reading halfway through.

In all, not my cup of tea. In fact, I'm not even sure if it's a liquid. Still, I hope yamgoth enjoys it.

5229594 I'm with you, I hate being tickled. That said, this still tripped the "so bizarre it's funny" connection in my head so I freely admit I got a kick out of it. Not my thing, but still an amusing idea. i'm sure Yamgoth will adore it.

The saliva idea is some nifty headcanon too.

I myself am not in the target audience, but I researched it as part of the writing, so I can at least admire it from the sidelines. There's a powerful element of helplessness in it, similar to bondage, and it's provoking an involuntary bodily reaction, doubling down on that sensation of being at your partner's mercy. The laughter is a full-body workout which leaves you exhausted and a little endorphin'd (which sensations ought to sound familiar to connoisseurs of the adult arts). As kinks go, the links back to the … source material … are remarkably straightforward, and there's a fundamental innocence to it as well.

I'm sad this wasn't about a certain party throwing pony, Because then the title could've been "Tickled Pink".

I've found that there are few things in this life that are as incomprehensible as a fetish you don't share. :rainbowhuh:

Fortunately, it works even without the fetish. As makes sense, since you, not having said fetish, wrote it.

5229859 *reads comment* hm... I can use some of this content...

Not my fetish, but this is actually kind of entertaining regardless. A nice twist.

Considering that I have a foot/hoof fetish, this was a wonderful fanfic to read! Who knew Twily would be this ticklish? :rainbowwild:

5229278 Bad Horse did the same thing with the first comment of "Pony Play". I reread that story recently and it's no more explicit than this one on purely carnal matters, but the effect of its much darker themes was such that I had remembered it as being much raunchier. It was overwhelmingly voted as "Mature".
And speaking of darker (or lighter) themes: maybe some readers were put off by the fetishy content, but in the absence of a more... visceral response to the story, I found the idea that a kidnapped, imprisoned monarch at the mercy of unsavory aliens would face the horrifying prospect of being tickled kind of charmingly innocent, in a vaguely show-reminiscent way. Still not totally my thing, but more worth reading than it might have been.

Look up.

There is a moth approaching. Its brown colouring is somewhat hard to see in the dark sky, but it can be seen that it is quite furry. Perhaps nature is trying to be cute and make it's creatures overcompensate with potential cuteness? Well, either that or repulsiveness with how much fur is covering it.

It flutters closer and... are your eyes deceiving you? It appears that the moth is rather big. Bigger than a football, maybe even bigger than a basketball. Nature must be really trying to compensate something.

The moth dive bombs, headed for a cheap folding table horizon had set up, filled with a single plate of hors d'oeuvre that have already been dug into. Before impact, the moth's form gushes into something not quite solid, folding onto itself, changing. There's a squishing of organs, the snapping of sinew, the scraping of metal against metal, and the soft, excited purr of convulsing flesh.

The moth crashes though the table, sending wood splinters raining everywhere. The dust settles and you go over to examine what in the blue hell is going on. But, upon inspection of the destructive table-crater, there is not a giant moth, but a cat boi face planted into the ground, his tail waggling with friskiness and clad in way too much black clothing, possibly purchased from some bloody Hot Topic. Or maybe Wal-Mart.

Ta da!

Greetings, fellow sufferers! It looks like the lot of you are confused, so maybe I should clarify things a tad. Or maybe I'll make people more confused. It seems like a coin flip sometimes.

Maybe I'll just creep some people out. That's fine, too.

Yeah. Sure you aren't judging C_C
What I was steering horizon towards was a situation that would be kinda like that of a cartoon tickle scene. It's kinda tame and innocent enough that kids would see it as nothing out of the ordinary. A few certain people would make a huge deal out of it, like me, and get something out of it completely unintended.

Innocent enough.

But, I'm naturally inclined to being cryptic, and that often manifests as me accidentally leaving out details for better or for worse. I think if I had remembered to at the time, I would've told horizon to not mention anything about tickling in the summary and see what happens. Sure, I bet people would still be kinda weirded out, some would be naughty, but I bet some would've been confused in the comments about how much a big deal it was. I mean, it was a story about a changeling doing anything under the circumstances to get info... and a meal. Tickle torture is seen in cartoons is innocent enough. Plus, I'm a little sneak, so getting things under the radar amuses me.

I guess it's all a matter of interpretation, and not mentioning hidden tickle fetishes might've gotten people to interpret it differently? People view things differently, but a few subtle pushes can make for something else.

What can I add that horizon hasn't? Well, I guess there is a bit of hardwiring involved. I can attribute starting to develop a tickling fetish when I saw this scene from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles when I was like 4 or 5:

Funny enough, I've heard of quite a few guys who say this scene started their fetish, too.

I guess I associated tickling with things I didn't know were actually sexual at the time. And here we are now.

Tickling can be a light form of foreplay, and a form of bonding, but it can be a fixation while doing naughty things. Or for some people, that is the naughty act. When I was, to be frank and hell, I want to test the teen rating boundaries, getting laid, I was more than happy to switch up between sub and dom since my ex was into bondage. There was quite a bit of overlap between bondage play and tickling that it became integrated at times. But was it's own thing most of the time because I was persuasive :P

Why is tickling as a fetish pleasurable? From a 'lers[1] standpoint, it's quite similar to domming. You have your partner, who is immobilized, their cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. There's no denying it, getting tickle tortured is embarrassing as hell, and that's part of the turn on. A bit of power play. The laughter can be a turn on. For me, I can get turned on by sexualized comedy. Hell, it's why I like Bronystories stuff, because rather than a taboo thing, I see it as over the too absurd humour, but I digress. 'Lers have control. They decide when a 'lee[2] gets tickled and when they don't. Power play much? Plus, 'lers get to get a nice look at all the goofy expressions that 'lees make as they beg for all the tickling to stop XD

'Lees... well, they get to be helpless and get pleasured by tickling, often to the point where it hurts? Personally, I'm very ticklish pretty much everywhere and find getting tickled to be a pleasurable, yet uncomfortable at times, activity. It's a willingness to surrender yourself to the delight of another, a trust exercise. I guess there's a bit of hardwiring there, too, since it's a distinct form of pleasure between sexual and tickling. See some overlaps between subbing and being a 'lee?

Evidentially, these were terms made up by someone prominent in the tickling fetish community that they came into everyday lexicon

And then we have another aspect of the tickle fetish, which is the extreme of it. It's tickling while doing very naughty shenanigans simultaneously with the goal of causing your partner's head to explode with an overload to their sense of touch, mixing the sexual pleasure with the tickling pleasure. Hell, I remember the time I got that to work with my ex. It was exhausting, but so damn worth to see the look on her flushed face. Then, after a few minutes she pulled out some neckties, shirts, scarves, a belt, and a strap-o-- I mean... Strap-Omb. Yeah! Strap-Omb. Super secret item from Mario Party 3, kids. Needless to say that night was super exhausting because of tickling and Mario Party. Yes. That was indeed the case. Don't let Luigi get it under any circumstance or you are infinitely screwed.

Actually, I did commission a fic that does deal with this aspect of tickling, along with another extremely questionable fetish that shouldn't be mentioned. Not going to say the title because I am trying to get this post under the radar (and am currently failing hardcore), but it's by The Abyss. It should be easy enough to spot, just turn off the Mature filter. It's got my name all over it, the picture practically broadcast what it's about, and the comments are a mile long of butt hurt. Personally, don't like how that turned out with the dramafest, but if you want more of an idea on that whole overwhelming senses thing, perhaps it's worth a look, eh?

And enjoy it I did. Personally, kinda glad you stuck to the end. Wait... what do we have here:

In summary, if I don't like the story, I can blame the Uncle of Machines. Got it.

*yamgoth's cat tail strokes at Foamy's elbow, but doesn't actually touch. Totally non-sexualz*

Y'know, I could've gone in completely different direction with requesting this. I could have had Tsabo Tavoc put Dashie on the slab with more than the intent of experimentation. Ooo, those tools wouldn't be scalpels and knives, and her minions would be well equipped. Or, maybe I could have gone with Twiley getting captured by a malfunctioning Tomb Spyder and having to service every single machine in a Necron[3] Tomb World to get out as per an agreement with the local Overlord, from the legion of Immortals to the micro-scarabs in a Phylactory.

No, I'm friggin' kidding. The Uncle of Machines keeps sexuality separate from Phyrexian metal men and angry goth terminators, as screwy as that sounds.

But an odd idea that came up when thinking of a prompt for horizon was Maud getting abducted by the Invasion Beam of an errant Necron Night Scythe, being brought back to a Tomb World and being turned into a Pariah by an overly ambitious Cryptek. It's possible to argue that Maud does have aspects of the Pariah Gene if we go with her bits of her behaviour and the reactions she gets from her being herself.

Yes, apparently autism=psychic-draining, emotion-devastating Pariahs and Culexus Assassins. Sure.

Actually, maybe JMac is more suited to write such a tale (Quizzical lol). I might if I ever work up the nerve.

[3]Yes, the Uncle of Machines mains Necrons in 40K. It is the most appropriate, eh?


I hate being tickled.

*ears perk*

Eyy... that some sort of challenge?

*licks lips and pulls out an electric toothpick, turning it on to continuous buzzing and vibrating*

I know! I'll change your mind by throwing you at more tickle fic I've commissioned/requested. The following are Mature, but I'll name some names. Mischievous Creatures by TittySparkles is more on the cloppy aspects and is kinda primal with super naughty tentacle tickling. Interspecies Request by Gabriel LaVadier has a chap I requested. It has comparatively smaller tickling aspects and more on cuddly romantic aspects, backstory, and polyamory.

Here's a bizarre, interesting tidbit. I have a hard time saying words out loud pertaining to my fetish. "Feet" "feathers" "tickling". Could be me channeling my inner Fluttershy, but I know it's because it feels embarrassing and rather dirty. Funny thing is, and I read this on a thread one time, other tickle fetishists have the same problem.

Changeling saliva... NickNack has Griffin saliva being a sort of healing accelerant. Apparently, Griffins and Changelings combo together to make decent medics... sort off. Changeling saliva as anaesthesia is tricky, and Griff saliva would be more viable if they don't punch more holes into their patients.

I dunno. If this post doesn't cover aspects enough about the fetish to satisfy your curiosity from that one PM awhile ago, ask me more questions?

Actually, there was more things that I don't understand. Like another fetish I've had involving wrestling (I blame theycallmejub). I have it, yet I do separate it. Like, I can watch WWE and view it as sexual because hey, oiled up, mostly naked men grasping each other into holds, locks, and slams. But other times, I view it more normally and enjoy it simply for the fact that I get to watch someone get destroyed because testosterone.


Yeah. Don't quite understand. Maybe it's the whole hardwiring thing. Maybe it's a minor fetish?

Totally could've been the title. What was the first thing Twi admitted to having upon feeling the tickle of her own feather? Naughty thoughts of her sister-in-law Pretty Pink.

Actually, I was joking with horizon on why it wasn't Pester Pink that Twiley blurted out. It does make sense because you'd think that tickling would be a thing Pester Pink would use, at least as a last ditch effort. But apparently, Pretty Pink makes more sense because everybody has the naughty thoughts of Pretty Pink, and that kind of info is blackmail worthy.

Also, here is an amusing pic of Coral and his dad, Dick Grimes, that is so very relevant.


Someone once told me that there are people who can orgasm to the sound of a balloon popping.

...I don't get it. Sounds neat, though.

Then perhaps my choice in authors was a good one. Now, to continue the hidden agenda.

Spoilers: it involves being creepy.

Did you watch cartoons such as TMNT when you were younger?


Here's Tara Strong voicing a character getting tickle tortured by a Chinese Emperor man:

Yeah, I think Tara is used to doing these scenes. Another one I recall is with Kylie Griffin from Extreme Ghostbusters, the one episode where Eduardo is scared of clowns.

Y'know, when I first read that part Pony Play with the feather play, my first thoughts were, "Does Bad Horse have a tickling fetish? O_o" But that's being presumptuous. Authors don't necessarily live what they write. But hey, I can have my hopes. Then I squeezed the juice. Do you know how hard it is to squeeze the juice without proper equipment? Yeah, mashing your forehead into lemons is not a great idea like the cartoons would have you believe.

Anyways, I think that Pony Play kinda does merit the Mature rating. The whole feather play does transition into something more off screen. It does push you to interpret it as bondage-y and sexual compared to this story. Plus the main character, a human, does end up travelling Equestria naked because comfort.

I dunno. Maybe I should reread it for like the third time. I missed a lot of stuff because I started getting pissed at the main character because of reasons I made in the comments section of the story. Even the second read through I missed a bit. Prolly worth another shot.

...Especially because the tickle play scenes are so reserved and unique, yet gets quite a reaction from me :P

*blows raspberry*

Sooooooo... did I out-MWoT[4] Titanium Dragon yet? Word count of this nonsense is over 2000.

[4]Mighty Wall o' Text-- do I really need to keep up with this one? Surely I've spammed this acronym enough...

5255172 Not a challenge, just a genuine statement of dislike. Reading about it or seeing it doesn't do anything for me, I think I've seen some of those fics but since they're not hitting the notes for me they're more interesting from an academic POV than a sexual one. The balloon popping is a genuine fetish. Some folks like popping them, some don't.

"And," she whispered as the feather dipped down underneath his chin, "it goes both ways."


Oooooooooh! You clever tricksy princess you!

...This was not what I was expecting.

I'm very happy about that.

Thanks! Though now I'm intensely curious what you were expecting. :derpytongue2:

I mean, out of all the stories I've ever written, this is probably my strongest candidate for Exactly What It Says On The Tin …

I didn't think it would be nearly as serious in tone as it was, and I was expecting a little more, er, rule 34 as opposed to Report. Guess I really should have known better than to expect anything like that from you - I think Fimfic might implode if horizon started writing Feature Box bait.

And in case I didn't make it clear, I loved the story (as always :pinkiehappy:).

This had me curious and now I am glad I looked. Well done again, the idea of liinking the elements together that way had never occurred to me before.

Okay, I’m still confused by the ending tbh. What exactly was Twilight trying to say there?

Twilight was playing them the whole time, except she didn’t account for involuntary honesty being an *actual* thing. But it doesn’t work the way her fake “report” said it would. Because the weird magical trigger that made Twilight honest when she laughed was a side effect of Wings’ feeding link opening an empathic bond between them, it can be used against him in the same way he tried to use it against her.

So what’s she interrogating him for, exactly?

I'm pretty sure that if changelings managed to infiltrate your guards to that level, you'd want to know how, and who else was compromised. The story suggests she also may … have some motives of her own :ajsmug:

Huh. It’s disappointing that we may not be able to see how that plays out, though.

Any chance someone could put a reading of this story on YouTube or something? I’d really like to hear how that’d sound.

I think the chances are low of it spontaneously happening, as this was a commissioned story in a pretty obscure niche, but certainly feel free to suggest it to and/or commission it from your fanfic reader of choice :)

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