No, Mrs. Bon, I Expect You To Laugh!
The room that Bon Bon woke up in was unfamiliar. The place was relatively small, dark, and quiet. She looked around, trying to determine where she was based on any sort of clues, still trying to keep a cool head in an unfamiliar situation. The most she could see in the low light was a security camera in one of the corners of the room, a small trunk against one of the walls, and a dim light on the ceiling serving as the only light source.
There was one more thing left in the room, but unfortunately, Bon Bon was attached to it. She laid on some sort of table set up at a slight angle, though still mostly horizontal, held in place by some cuffs on her wrists and ankles at each of the corners. There was a cushion behind her head, giving her a slight comfort.
Though nothing in the room gave her any sort of indication of where she was. The room had no windows, so she couldn’t even tell the time of day.
As she started to struggle against her cuffs, she heard the door opening, letting a bit more light into the room as two figures walked inside. Bon Bon tried to look past them to see what was beyond where she was, but only saw a purple hallway.
The dim lighting combined with their oversized robes obscured most of their most distinctive features, but she could at least make out that it was two stallions.
“Good to see you awake…” The stallion on the right said.
“W-what do you want from me?” Bon Bon asked innocently, trembling on the table.
“Well, Bon Bon...ah, that’s not quite right, is it?” the stallion on the left said. “Special Agent Sweetie Drops…”
Bon Bon immediately gulped. If they were calling her by that name, she was in more trouble than she thought.
“There’s no point in keeping up the act. It only makes things harder on yourself.”
“Or do. Makes things more fun for us,” The other stallion shrugged, revealing his white hands popping out underneath his sleeves, only to get a quick elbow to the ribs.
Sweetie Drops’s face suddenly went serious, becoming the hardened secret agent she always was. “...Fine. What is it?”
“We’ve caught word that you have certain intel regarding Princess Celestia.” Sweetie Drops could see the smile on the stallion’s face as he spoke. “It’s simple, really. Just tell us what you saw her doing on the 22nd of last month, and we’ll let you go, no problem.
Sweetie Drops was unconvinced. “And if I refuse?”
“Well, we were hoping you’d ask that...”
As one stallion walked over to the trunk on the side, the other crouched down at her feet. Sweetie Drops’s attention was torn between watching both of them. The stallion was taking something out of the trunk, but it was much too dark to see. Meanwhile, she could tell exactly what the one at her feet was doing. She could feel her shoes being slipped off, followed by her socks. With her feet now bare, she clenched up her toes.
“Hm...nice and smooth, cute and round toes…” The stallion mused. “Now for the final test…” He quickly skittered a hand against her sole.
“Eeheeheeheep!” A short little giggle escaped from Sweetie’s lips, her toes briefly splaying out.
Pomf!
The sound of her giggling apparently got a rise out of the stallion, his white wings popping out and briefly lifting up the robe covering him.
The sudden wingboner caused the other stallion to smack his forehead in disbelief, revealing a yellow hand and a tuff of brighter yellow hair. “Really, dude?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault!” the white pegasus said indignantly. “You don’t know what it’s like having these things!”
Well, now Sweetie Drops could deduce that her captors were a white pegasus and a yellow earth pony. It didn’t help her in figuring out who they were or who they were affiliated with, however.
“Whatever, do you have the stuff or not?”
The earth pony showed something to the pegasus, but their position blocked her view. The pegasus seemed excited by what he was being shown.
The pegasus cleared his throat, looking back up at Sweetie Drops. “So! Last chance to talk before we get started, feel like telling us what we need to know?”
“Hmph, do you think I’m some sort of rookie? My lips are sealed.” Sweetie Drops scoffed, glaring at the stallions.
“Suit yourself. Let’s see if all that special training paid off…” The earth pony grinned. Both stallions kneeled down at her feet.
Sweetie Drops could feel their fingers wiggling against her soles. She was caught off-guard the first time, but she was slightly more prepared now. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of laughing twice.
The stallions began to explore more of Sweetie Drops’s feet. The earth pony scratched away at her arches, while the pegasus began focusing on her toes.
“Hnngh…Nnnf!” Sweetie Drops’s lips started quivering, trying to fight back against the smile that was growing on her face.
“Ohhh…I think we might be getting close to a weak spoooot…” The pegasus teased with a singsong tone, sliding his fingers between her toes.
“Nnnnaaahaa! Rrrgh!” Sweetie Drops panicked for a moment, letting a giggle slip out as her toes splayed for just a second. She could tell that the pegasus had the smuggest grin underneath that hood.
Both stallions shifted their focus, their fingers dancing against her toes no matter how much she wiggled or tried to bat at their hands. “Nnnghhhgh! Hmmmhhmmhmmph!” Even her muffled grunts had a giggly feel to them.
The white stallion looked over at his friend. “You wanna see if there are other weaknesses on this secret agent of ours?”
“Gladly…” The yellow earth pony stuff up slowly, making sure not to reveal his face, even if Sweetie Drops already figured out part of his identity.
Sweetie Drops could feel the earth pony’s eyes scanning her body, trying to find a suitable target. Of course, it wasn’t her only concern. The pegasus was still skittering away at her feet, his nimble fingers dancing up and down her soles. Her chest was heaving as she felt the laughter building up.
As the pegasus went to town on her feet, the earth pony started at her armpits, giving the hollows a few slow taps, gradually picking up the pace until his fingers were also skittering in her pits.
“Nnnnngh! Gaaahahahack!” Once the earth pony picked up speed, she burst out into helpless giggles, unable to stop herself.
“Oooh, there we go,” the earth pony chuckled, moving his fingers faster. “Now we got you to giggle!”
The pegasus raked his fingers down her feet. “Now let’s see if we can get you to laugh…”
Sweetie Drops tried to rein back in her laughter, but the double teaming tickle attack from the stallions caused her to thrash around on the table. “Hnnnn! Y-yaaaahaha! S-Stahahahahap!”
The earth pony’s fingers descended down, poking away at the spaces between her ribs. “You already know what’ll make us stop.”
“All you have to do is start talking.” The pegasus’s fingers slipped in between her toes as his head leaned closer, hovering above her feet.
“N-Nehehehehehever!” Sweetie Drops shook her head, twisting and jolting around. Her willpower still held strong, but her interrogators’ tickly wrath kept her laughing uncontrollably.
The pegasus simply shrugged in response. “Suit yourself!” he chuckled, digging his fingers underneath her toes.
The earth pony switched between his fingers dancing against her ribs and digging into the hollows of her armpits. “We have a loooong time together, Agent Sweetie Drops…”
“Ggghk…Y-You thihihihink I’ll break with a little tihihickling?” Sweetie grit her teeth as her body tried to shift away from the earth pony’s fingers.
“Well, we certainly like a challenge…” the earth pony chuckled, musing to himself.
The pegasus drew figure eights on her soles. “But I promise we’ll do far worse than just a little tickling.”
“B-Bring it ohohohon gaaaahahaa! Y-You wohohohon’t break meeheeheehee!” Sweetie Drops said defiantly, trying to counter the smug tone of her ticklers. Though the squeals she made whenever they hit a particularly ticklish spot wasn’t helping her case.
“Still defiant, hm? I wonder if you’ll be able to keep up that attitude…” The earth pony whispered, his hands dropping down to start squeezing her sides.
The pegasus started skittering his fingers against the center of her soles. “Yeah, especially when we start the interrogation for real…”
A chill went down Sweetie Drops’s spine. “S-STAHAHAHART?”
“Of course!” Though his face was obscured, Sweetie Drops could tell that the earth pony was grinning. “You didn’t think this was all we were going to do, did you?”
The pegasus leaned deep over one of her feet, using both hands to dance his fingers against the center of her sole. “We’re just getting warmed up!”
“EEEEHEEHEE! NO NO NO NOHOHOHOHO!” Sweetie Drops’s eyes widened. Her voice cracked amidst her laughter as she let out a squeal. Her body fought hard against the shackles on instinct and adrenaline, her feet flailing around to try and get away from the pegasus’s fingers.
With what little movement her feet did have, they did manage to kick the hood off his head, revealing some sky blue hair and a somewhat familiar face to the Ponyville resident.
It was only exposed for a moment, but Sweetie Drops got a good look at who the stallion was before he reached back to pull the hood over his head again.
“Nice going, Dreamy…” The earth pony sighed, crossing his arms.
“Well you didn’t have to say my name, Flicker!” the pegasus replied, immediately covering his mouth in shock after realizing his mistake.
Wait…Dreamy Daze and Flicker Feather? From Ponyville!?” Sweetie Drops said, quickly piecing things together with the information she had.
Flicker gave Dreamy a quick smack to the back of the head. “Nice going, we were supposed to stay anonymous!”
“W-Whatever!” Dreamy grumbled, pulling back Flicker’s hood to reveal his face in retaliation. “So long as we get what we came here for, it shouldn’t matter, right? …Just gimmie the brushes.”
Sweetie began to sweat as she watched Flicker give Dreamy a hairbrush and a paintbrush from underneath his robe. “W-Wait! Then where am I? W-Who are you two working for? Why are you-”
“Ah ah, we’re the ones asking the questions here,” Flicker chastised, walking towards the chest, tossing a bottle filled with a liquid towards Dreamy.
Dreamy grabbed the bottle and popped the cap open, pulling his hood back to flash Sweetie Drops a grin as he dipped the paintbrush in, then started running the soft bristles against her sole.
“Eeeeee!” Sweetie tried to keep her laughter in again, but instantly failed once the bristles touched her foot. “W-What is thahahahat!?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Dreamy chuckled. “Didn’t expect a little paintbrush like this to tickle so much, did ya?”
“EEEHAHAHAA! NOHOHAHAHAHA!” Sweetie cried out. Dreamy was only moving the brush in slow strokes across her foot, coating it with whatever the cold liquid substance was in that bottle, yet she was left laughing louder than ever.
“And we can’t forget about the toes of course!” Dreamy smirked, making sure to hold Sweetie’s toes apart so that the brush could easily get underneath and between, coating them with the liquid.
Sweetie Drops shrieked, trying to get her toes to fight back against Dreamy’s hand, but his grip was stronger than she expected. “AIIIEEEEEHEHEEEHEE! HEHEHEHAHA MY TOHOHOES!”
“Aaand, that’s one foot done!” Dreamy beamed with pride. “Now let’s give the other foot the oily treatment…”
“NAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! AHAHA FUHUHUHUCK!” The slow movement of the brush and oil was enough to start driving her crazy with hysterical laughter. The worst was when Dreamy went over an already oiled spot, making it tickle even worse than before, something that the pegasus was keenly aware of, as he started brushing underneath her toes several times over.
“Just think, if this brush tickled so much…” Dreamy raised the hairbrush up high. “Let’s see what this one does.”
Sweetie could feel her heart skip a beat. It was as if time froze so that she could count each individual stiff bristle.
“Oh, I can already tell this is going to wreck you…” Dreamy chuckled, bringing the brush down, just shy of having it touch the ball of her left foot. “Unless of course…you wanna tell us what we wanna know?”
Sweetie Drops gulped, knowing full-well the consequences of what she was about to say. “Y-You’re not going to get me to talk.”
Dreamy still heard the waver in her voice, grinning as he gave a nonchalant shrug before dragging the hairbrush down her foot.. “Okaaaay, suit yourself…”
The moment she felt the brush move, Sweetie’s reaction was instant and explosive. “BAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! EEHEEHAHAHAHA NO NO NO NOOOOOO!” Her entire body twisted and jerked as she tried to fight back against the bristles as she howled with laughter, mirthful tears began forming in her eyes.
“You’re definitely in for it now, Special Agent Sweetie Drops…” Dreamy taunted, saying her name with an ironic tone. “It’s just one little brush and you’re aaalready going crazy.”
Sweetie’s foot flailed in any direction it could, desperate to prevent Dreamy from making a full downwards stroke down her foot.
Dreamy chuckled at Sweetie Drops’s attempt, quickly remedying the problem by simply grabbing onto her big toe with his free hand.
Sweetie let out a gasp of legitimate fear. She could wiggle her foot a little, but not by much in Dreamy’s grasp. The added helplessness made the brush’s slow journey down her sole tickle even more.
As Sweetie Drops was begging and screaming, Flicker walked over to the other side, crouching down to her right foot. She had been concentrating entirely on what Dreamy was doing that she didn’t notice Flicker until she felt something touch the pinkie toe on her right foot.
Her mind was getting frazzled as her concentration was divided. Obviously the brush on her oiled sole was driving her mad and making her shriek with laughter, but her curiosity made whatever Flicker was doing impossible to ignore.
Flicker didn’t seem to be focused on tickling her like Dreamy was, instead putting some silver rings on her toes, each of them fitting perfectly.
Once Flicker put a ring on her big toe, he and Dreamy swapped places without missing a beat, with Dreamy scrubbing the brush against her right foot, and Flicker putting toe rings on her left, just to make sure that Sweetie didn’t get any sort of break from the tickling.
Flicker looked at Sweetie with a chuckle, seeing her look back and forth between her feet. “Oh, wondering what these are for, are you?” he teased, tapping each of the rings with his fingertips.
Sweetie kept looking back and forth between the constant brushing from Dreamy and what Flicker was saying.
“Mmm, I suppose I could tell you…” Flicker grabbed onto Dreamy’s shoulder, signaling him to let up and finally give Sweetie some temporary relief. “Though it’d be much more fun to show you instead.”
Despite the fact that the tickling had stopped, Sweetie Drops was hardly breathing easy.. Her mind was racing with potential ideas of what these new toe rings were meant to do.
Flicker Feather pulled out a remote control, already making the agent squirm and shudder. He did a few flourishes with his fingers just for dramatic effect, then looked back at the rings.
Sweetie Drops could feel the toe rings start to vibrate with a light buzzing sound. In the span of only a few seconds, she tensed up her entire body, she let out a shocked squeak, then exploded with laughter. “AAIIIIEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”
“Oh cool, I guess they work!” Dreamy said, idly giving the ball of Sweetie’s foot a poke.
“Yes, and very well, too.”
It took a few seconds for Sweetie Drops to even process what was happening to her toes. The initial shock made it so that all that existed for a few moments was the tickly sensations as her mind went into a fuzzy mess. Her best guess was that the interior of each ring had some mini fuzzy tendrils, and Flicker could control the speed at which the spun.
…At least, that’s what she imagined was happening. It was a little hard to get it down exactly when she was being tickled out of her mind.
“So, you feel like talking now?” Flicker asked, his fingers hovering over the remote.
“N-NEHEHEHEHEHEHEVEHEHER!” Despite the torture she was being put through, she needed to remain loyal to Celestia and keep that intelligence safe.
The two stallions simply shrugged. “Alright then, you must really want to be tickled more if you’re still holding out on us…” Dreamy said, giving the paintbrush to Flicker.
“Plenty of space for us to tickle…” Flicker taunted, wasting no time in having the soft bristles go across her arch.
All of Sweetie Drops’s energy was put into screaming with laughter and thrashing around as much as she could in her restraints. Her body lifted itself up off the table a few times, but she remained shackled to the table as sweat and tears dripped down her face.
Dreamy joined in soon afterwards with the hairbrush, having the stiff bristles glide across Sweetie’s oiled up sole with ease.
Flicker did slow brush strokes on her foot, trying to tickle every inch of her foot at least once, despite the struggle she was putting up. “It might be best for you to confess now, while you’re still able to form words…”
“EEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! I-I WOHOHON’T TAHAHAHAHALK!” Sweetie’s feet were the most active, flailing around in every direction they could, toes curling and wiggling, trying to kick at the stallions. But no matter how much her toes wiggled or splayed, the spinning bristles on the rings kept tickling her with no way to escape.
“A shame,” Dreamy shrugged, holding onto her toes to keep her arch taut for scrubbing. “Just means we’ll have to try harder then.”
Flicker brought the paintbrush back to Sweetie’s toes, making sure to get all the places that the rings weren’t covering.
“AAAAHAAAAAHAHAHASTAHAHAHAP! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! NAHAHAHAHAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEET! PLEHEHEHASE NAHAHAT MY FEEEEET!” she begged, the first sign of her willpower cracking.
“Oh, sure! We can tickle the rest of your body instead…I’m sure it’s just as ticklish as your feet.” The two stallions grinned with delight.
The stallions walked away back to the chest, leaving Sweetie Drops alone with the tickly toe rings. Even without the brushes, her laughter didn’t seem to die down at all.
“YAAAHAHAHAHA! G-GET THEHEHEHESE OHOHOHOFF!” she yelled, her toes curled and uncurled as she tried to kick her way out of the shackles.
The stallions seemed to ignore her, rummaging around in the chest for their next tools, discussing the next move they should make.
Sweetie Drops swore that the spinning brushes on the toe rings were going faster. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I-I WON’T GIHIHIHIVE UHUHUHUHUP!” She yelled, trying to convince her interrogators, and partially herself.
Each second that they were away felt like an hour to Sweetie. Even with the two in the same room, it felt like she was left alone to endure an endless toe tickling. But much to her relief and horror, the stallions returned back to the table with some new toys.
“Mm, figure it’s only fair to ask again,” Flicker offered, keeping his hands behind his back to hide her future torture. “If you just tell us what you saw Celestia doing on the 22nd of last month, all of this will stop.”
Sweetie gasped and threw her head back before vigorously shaking it. “I’LL NEHEHEHEHEVER TAHAHAHALK!”
“Well, can’t say we didn’t try,” Dreamy shrugged. Sweetie Drops was quick to notice that the pegasus was wearing a peculiar set of gloves now.
Dreamy walked to the top of the table, leaning over Sweetie Drop’s head, putting his fingertips right above her armpits.
Her attention turned towards Dreamy, trying to focus and figure out what sinister purpose those new gloves of his had. She already knew they weren’t for the sake of fashion, but she didn’t know how badly it was going to tickle her.
Her questions were about to be answered shortly, as Dreamy lightly tapped the back of his hands, causing even more buzzing noises. One by one, the pegasus laid his fingers down on her exposed armpits.
“NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAAHA!” Just the simple touch from Dreamy’s fingers was enough to double the volume of Sweetie Drops’s laughter and the amount of helpless struggling. Each of his fingertips had a miniature vibrator inside the gloves, so despite Dreamy keeping his hands “still”, the rapid vibrations were giving Sweetie a very different experience.
“Wow, this is great! I barely have to do anything!” Dreamy grinned. He pressed his hands down, both to make the tickling even worse, and to restrict Sweetie’s movements just a little more.
Meanwhile, Flicker finally revealed what he was hiding behind his back. From what Sweetie Drops could tell through her teary eyesight, the two tools he was holding were drill-like in shape, with a massive buffer on the end. She couldn’t tell what materials they were made of, but they looked horribly tickly. It didn’t look like he attached something to an ordinary drill or buffer, rather, it looked like Flicker had built it from scratch with the express purpose to tickle.
Flicker pulled the triggers on the buffers, and the ends began to spin.
Between all the tickling on her toes and her armpits, the poor mare’s body was desperate to leap off the table. Upon seeing the buffers whir to life, she threw her hips from side to side, trying to avoid the inevitable tickling that would befall her tummy.
With nothing more than a sinister smile, Flicker pressed the buffers down onto her stomach.
“GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEEEAAASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!” With rings tickling each toe no matter how much she wiggled and spread them, little vibrators buzzing against her taut armpits, and now a pair of buffers pressing her stomach down to the table, Sweetie Drops felt trapped. Her mind became a jumbled mess, unable to even concentrate on a single tool that was tickling her. All of it blended together to make her one big ticklish mess.
“So, you ready to tell us what we want to know?” Flicker asked, slowly running the buffers around her stomach and sides.
“EEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! HEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOHO! I-I WOHOHOHOHON’T!” It took a bit for Sweetie Drops to actually answer. She was desperate for the tickling to stop, but she knew that the consequences would be much more dire if she revealed what she saw.
“Still won’t give up, hm? Well, I guess that’s good, we just started using these after all…” Dreamy said, moving his fingertips down her armpits.
“I-IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUHUHUUUUCH!”
Flicker dragged the buffers down Sweetie Drop’s body, going from her stomach and sides, down her hips and thighs, then her legs, only lifting them up for a moment to press them back down on her blushing soles.
“WAAAHAHAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO NAHAHAHAT THAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!” All the spinning on her feet put Sweetie drops in a state of shock, making her feet freeze up entirely, with toes splayed. Though the rest of her body was still thrashing around, the only movement from her feet was an involuntary twitching at her toes.
Just to make sure that her midriff wasn’t left neglected, Dreamy’s wings reached forward, his soft fluffy feathers brushed against her stomach and sides.
For a few seconds, Sweetie Drop’s mouth was open, but no sound came out. Her chest heaved, but the only sounds in the room were the mechanical whirring of the tickle tools. The earth pony’s eyes were the size of pinpricks as her body twitched in silent hysteria, until finally…her laughter returned.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Hm, perhaps if we haven’t convinced you yet, perhaps we just need to put all these toys up to level two…” Dreamy mused out loud.
Sweetie Drops’s ears perked up. Level two? How many levels were there? How much more tickling were they planning on putting her through? “OKAY! OKAY OKAY OKAY! I-I’LL TAHAHAHAAAAHA! I’LL TAHAHAHAAAAA!”
“Hm?”
“I’LL TAHAHAHAHALK! JUST STAHAHAP PLEHEHASE! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IIIIIT!” she begged. “I’LL TELL YOU HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE JUHUHUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAAAP!”
The stallions were quick to back off, turning off the buffers, tickle gloves, and toe rings. All the mechanical whirring dying down with Sweetie Drop’s laughter. “Well?”
Sweetie Drops took a few breaths of much-needed air as sweat, tears, and drool dripped down her face. She was still lightheaded, but she was thankful that all she could feel now was the residual tickly tingles. “O-Okay…on the 22nd…I saw Princess Celestia…And I saw her…She…” she hesitated. If she continued, Celestia would punish her severely, but Dreamy and Flicker looked eager to find another excuse to resume tickling her. “I…I saw her eating the rest of the triple-decker triple chocolate cake meant for Luna’s party!”
“And you’re quite positive that’s what you saw?” Dreamy asked, pointing his wing her way.
“Y-YES! There was at least half of a cake left in the fridge, but she finished it all in just a few minutes!” It was probably more information than she needed to spill, but if she had to endure another second of tickling…
“Well, guess we got our confession,” Dreamy said.
“Though…” Flicker turned to Dreamy with a knowing smirk. “Perhaps we should make sure she’s actually telling the truth.”
Sweetie felt her heart skip a beat. “No! PLEASE! NOOOOOOOO!”
As the stallions were ready to resume the agent’s tickle torture session, the door opened, bringing some much needed light into the room. “That will be enough, you two.”
Sweetie Drops tensed up. She knew that voice all too well.
Dreamy and Flicker turned around, seeing Princess Celestia standing by the door, a hand on her hip.
“Oh fuck-” Dreamy quickly scrambled to put the hood back over his face, trying to pretend that it hadn’t been down for the past hour.
Sweetie Drops was hardly in a clear state of mind. Seeing Celestia standing there so casually nearly broke her again. “Why are…? Is this…? Huh?”
“My apologies, Sweetie Drops,” Celestia began. “But I simply had to make sure that your skills were still up to par.”
Flicker and Dreamy were quick to free Sweetie Drops of her shackles and help her sit upright. “W-Wait…was all of this just…a test?”
“It was,” Celestia nodded. “I needed to make sure I could still trust you with information, especially if the situation was more dire than my midnight snack habits…”
Dreamy barely stifled his chuckles as Sweetie Drops bowed her head in shame. “I-I’m so sorry, your highness!”
“No apologies necessary.” Celestia smiled warmly. “I have to say, you lasted quite longer than I expected. Though we’ll need to improve your resistance to interrogation later…” she said, her warm smile turning more smug.
“Y-Yes, your highness…” she gulped, already curling her toes in fear.
Celestia helped Sweetie Drops to her feet. “Go on and rest. I shall speak with you later.”
As Sweetie Drops gingerly walked out of the room, Celestia turned to the stallions. “As for you two…You could use some discipline in keeping your identities concealed…”
