Target Acquired: Tickle Time!

After an early wake up to catch Applejack in his clutches (and cheer her up in the process), Night Fury was finally ready to take on his next target. Walking through town, he witnessed the rising of ponies finally awakening from their sweet dreams and getting ready for the day.

The sight of Ponyville’s residents getting themselves going was a welcome sight to the black feline, a stark contrast to the more harsh ways of his original home. He'd even grown close to a few and often visited on good days.

“Ahh, another day in the friendliest town in Equestria. Nothing better than seeing your neighbors happy and healthy.” Fury said cheerfully. Just then, his hunger piped up and reminded him of the one grave mistake he made that morning.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I got up so early to hopefully catch Applejack off guard that I forgot breakfast! Well, it's a good thing this town offers the most important meal of the day on the go. Wonder if Scrambled’s place is open yet?” Fury walked his way to the restaurant part of town and looked for that special sign he liked. Getting to the end of the street, he found what he was looking for.

“Scrambled Egg’s Sunny Side Up Diner. Can't beat her service even if it was an actual egg.” Fury joked as he made his way to the front doors. Scrambled Eggs was a good friend of Night Fury's as well as the Mane Six. Though she was more around Mayor Mare's age, she still had that chipper, young stride to her. And it surely made its way into her food. Her diner was the best place in town to grab breakfast while out and about, and Night Fury made himself a regular long before he started this little crusade of his.

“Hmmm…” Fury thought. “Who should I go after next?”

Fury looked over his checklist of potential targets. After tickling the Mane Six, he was in a bit of a pickle as to who to choose.

“Wait a second…” he said, remembering a young dragon that was a close companion, not just to him, but to the Mane Six, especially Twilight.

“I wonder how long it’s been since ol’ Spike had some ‘Playtime’?” Fury chuckled. “Maybe I should find out. Let’s hope Twilight doesn’t have him booked.”

He searched for the name on his list and circled it accordingly as he made his way to the ordering counter.

“Target Acquired!” He declared proudly.

“Who's the target?” Said a female voice. Spooked, Fury looked around and saw Scrambled Egg cleaning a bit of the counter to his left.

“Oh don't worry about it, Scrambled, it's just a little thing I'm doing for myself. Anyway, I need a bit of a pick-me-up.” He said sheepishly, a little embarrassed.

“Skipped breakfast on the way out the door?” The yellow unicorn said, smirking as she saw Fury blush a silent yes. “No problem, bumpkin. We all have those days. So, what can I get ya?”

–

Later on that day…

“I hope Spike won’t be too busy, today,” Fury said, finishing his tuna fish biscuit as he entered Twilight’s castle. He made his way to the library, thinking Twilight would be there. He could ask her where Spike was.

Upon entering the library, he found Twilight relaxing in a chair, reading one of Starswirl’s spell books. He cleared his throat to get her attention.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Night Fury. I didn’t hear you come in,” Twilight said, putting away her book. “Is there anything I can help you find?”

“No problem, Twilight,” Fury said politely. “Is Spike around, by any chance?”

“He’s up in his room. The new edition of Power Ponies came in this morning.” She giggled. “I haven’t seen him since he took off with it. Haha!”

“I can only imagine.” Fury chuckled.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind the company though. I’ll walk you to his room.” she offered.

“Cool! And thanks for keeping my crusade on the down low. I've gotten to the princesses and the other girls too. It's just Spike and Starlight left before I start expanding to the rest of Ponyville.” Fury said.

“By the way…” Twilight added, looking around before leaning in for a whisper. “Use one of the quill pens I keep around. He usually has a few in his room. He can’t stand it when one rubs against his feet, especially slow movements between his toes.” she said with a sly grin and a wink.

Fury put his paw over his mouth in an attempt to keep from giggling. Just picturing Spike writhing like that was hilarious in its own right.

“Duly noted. Thank you,” he said as they came to Spike’s bedroom door.

Twilight gave three quick knocks on the door to alert Spike of their presence. She gave Night Fury a nod to say “Have fun,” and began walking away. He didn’t have to wait long before getting an answer.

“Hello?” Spike said as he opened his door. “Oh! Night Fury! What a surprise! Come on in.”

They walked in and Spike sat on the edge of his bed, picking up his newest Power Ponies comic.

“If you haven’t read these comics, you really should check them out. They’re almost as good as Daring Do, if not better,” Spike said, before putting the book away. “But, enough about that. What’ve you been up to, friend?”

“Well, nothing that interesting,” Fury admitted. “Wanna tell me a little about what happens in the book?”

“Well, the team has to stop a new psycho villain in this edition. With the Mane-iac behind bars, another big baddie has entered the picture: the Titanic Tickler,” Spike admitted. “He’s almost like a sociopathic combination of Pinkie Pie, Discord, and Cheese Sandwich, all in one. And let me tell you… he is no laughing matter!”

They both chuckled at the little quip, and Night Fury was glad to have another thing that he could relate to Spike with.

“Dang! Sounds like quite a monster.” Fury chuckled. “Speaking of which… that’s actually why I’m here.”

“Hmm?” Spike asked. “What do you mean, Fury?”

“Do you remember the last time I came here?” Fury asked.

Spike started to shake his head “No…” but stopped to actually think before making his final answer. It didn’t take him long to figure it out.

“Wait a minute…” he said. “Starlight and I heard something that sounded like Twilight had a severe case of the giggles, about a week or so ago. We knew something had happened because her cheeks were scarlet when we walked in, and she was also happier than she normally is. You didn’t have anything to do with that, did you?”

“Guilty as charged.” Fury chuckled, with a blush. “Yeah, I decided to come here and tickle her. I wanted to give her a break from her studies, as well as make her day a bit more cheerful.”

“So that’s why she’s been so unusually cheerful recently!” Spike said, approvingly. “Not a bad idea, Buddy!”

“Yeah… hehe,” Fury chuckled. “Umm… would you mind if I… you know?”

“Tickled me?” Spike asked, finishing his sentence for him. Fury blushed, and nodded.

“Sure, buddy.” Spike agreed. “I don’t mind.”

“R-really?” Fury asked, dumbfounded. “O-okay. Umm…”

“Head down the hall. Fifth door on your left. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes, okay?” Spike instructed.

“Umm… okay.” Fury said, confused. But he did as he was instructed.

When he entered the room, he noticed there was a padded table in the middle of the room, almost the right size for some creature as small as Spike or the CMC. He looked around and saw that there were bigger bondage tables and chairs in other places in the room, as well.

“Weird,” Fury said, out loud. “I’m kind of curious as to why Twilight would have this kind of room in her castle to begin with. Then again… maybe I’m better off not knowing.”

Moments later, Spike entered the room, carrying a feather and one of Twilight’s mane brushes.

“How do you want to do this?” Spike asked.

“Umm…” Night Fury wondered out loud.

“Tell you what,” Spike said, opening a pair of stocks and placing himself in them. “Strap me down and then decide. I trust your judgment.”

“Okay, if you insist.” Fury said, as he locked Spike’s legs in the stocks, and strapped his arms down. “Hmm… since you’ve been so cooperative this far, I’ll take it easier on you. How about some gentle feather tickles?”

“Sounds good to me.” Spike said.

Fury selected a fresh pristine owl feather that he found next to the chair. He suspected it belonged to Owlowiscious at one point. Spike began to panic, remembering how feather-ticklish he is. Fury began to slowly drag the tip of the feather around Spike’s scaley stomach.

“GYAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Spike immediately burst into hysterically ticklish laughter. “FFFFFURHRHRHRHREHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

“Dang! Didn’t think you’d be this sensitive, Spike! I thought dragons were supposed to be tough.” Night Fury teased, making Spike blush.

“Prohohohohblhem with thahahahaahahahahahat?!” Spike said through his laughter.

“Nope. I’m just fine with it. But you probably won’t be after I explore down here.” Fury said, moving down to Spike’s feet.

Spike let out an audible gasp, and began to desperately shake his head “No…” A lifetime of living with ponies on soft green grass, as well as his frequent spa visits and soft landing techniques, meant that his feet were incredibly sensitive to touch.

“Fury! Wait, please! Can’t we talk about this?” Spike pleaded, desperately.

“Eeeenope!” Fury replied, in a perfect impersonation of Big Mac.

As soon as the feather touched his foot, Spike exploded in sheer ticklish bliss. Fury continued to drive Spike crazy by slowly moving the feather in-and-out between each of his toes, and moving it even slower up and down the soles of his feet.

“GYAAAAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Spike exploded in ticklish laughter. Fury smiled at this reaction.

“Yup, definitely going to keep going like this for a while.” he thought to himself.

After he’d tickled Spike’s feet for a whole hour, Fury decided to let the poor dragon go. He set the feather down and went and untied his friend. Spike’s cheeks were crimson red from all of the laughing.

“You feeling okay, Buddy?” Fury asked, as he helped Spike stand.

“Yeah… (gasp)… I’m okay,” Spike said, trying to catch his breath. “That was… (gasp)… kinda fun, actually. It was definitely relaxing to laugh after all that work I did this week.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, Buddy,” Fury said as he gave Spike a fist bump. He pulled out his list and crossed off another name.

Target down!