When Twilight woke up that morning, the first thing she noticed was that she was not in her bed. She was lying on a cold, hard surface as opposed to her soft, warm bed. When she opened her eyes she noticed that she wasn't in her room at all. Rather, judging by the books surrounding her, she was in her library! 

When she tried to lift a hoof to rub her eyes, she found that she was unable to move. No matter how hard she tried, all of her legs were restrained and she could not move. As she began to become more fully awake, she started to get nervous, so she lifted her head as best she could and called out to Spike. 

"Spike? Spiiike? Are you there? I'm stuck!"

After a few anxious seconds, Spike emerged from an unseen corner of the room where he'd been waiting. He wore a black cape and a top hat, as well as a fake mustache. 

"Hello, Twilight." Said Spike in a devious tone.

"Spike, help me out of these ropes, I'm stuck!"

"Muhaha...that's the point, my dear Twilight!"

"Spike! Untie me this instant! This isn't funny!"

"Not until you explain to me-"

"Explain what, Spike!?" Twilight cut in angrily.

"Explain to me what you an Owlicious were doing last night!"

Twilight instantly tensed up nervously. He knows, she thought. How did he find out?  

"Uh, nothing, Spike . . . you know you're my favorite assistant . . . right?" Twilight said, putting on a fake smile.

"Yeah, that's what I used to think. Now, tell me what you two were doing last night?"

"We were, well, we were . . . uh, studying! That's it! Just some late night studying, after you fell asleep."

"Why would you wait until I fell asleep? You were doing something important without me, weren't you?"

"Of course not, Spike..." 

Twilight knew she was a bad liar. Spike saw right through her lies. But she couldn't tell Spike what they'd been doing. It would ruin everything and Spike would never forgive her.

"I'm not going to tell you, Spike! Now untie me!"

"I'm not going to untie you until I get some answers." said Spike cooly.

"Well I'm not talking!"

"We'll just have to see about that."

With that, spike pulled a feather from within his cape. When Twilight saw the feather, her eyes instantly winded. 

"Wait, Spike hold on! Uh, maybe we can work something out, you know?"

Spike ignored her and laughed maniacally, approaching Twilight with the large feather. He began to slowly stroke her belly with the feather, but Twilight wasn't willing to crack, so she held her breath and tried not to laugh. Spike continued to stroke relentlessly. Twilight wished at that moment more than anything in the world that she wasn't so darn ticklish! Spike suddenly dropped the feather and began to scratch her tummy with his claws. She stared to giggle.

"Hehe! No STOP it Spike! HEHEHEHEHEAAHAHAHA"

Spike stopped scratching. Twilight was now panting and gasping for breath, too tired to even speak to Spike. 

"Hmm, where should I start now?"

Spike grinned deviously and scanned Twilight's coat. He decided he'd move to her hooves. Spike knew how ticklish Twilight's back hooves were. He began to move towards the back of the table.

"Wait a second Spike! No! Please! Please! Not THERE! Please not there!" Twilight begged.

Spike ignored her and started to stroke her back hooves with the feather. Twilight just burst out laughing. She simply couldn't help herself. 

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO SPIIIIIIIKE STOP NOW EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!! NOOO!

Twilight struggled to free herself but she was unable to. Spike continued to tickle her hooves with the feather until she was literally unable to breathe. He waited for her to start breathing somewhat normally again, and then he began to tickle her hooves with his claws. 

She continued to laugh and beg for Spike to stop, but despite her pleading, Spike was not going to give in. 

"I-I-I'll tell you! P-p-ple...haha, EHEHAHAHAHA NO SPIKE PLEASE! PLEEEASE! Stop! I'll tell you!"

Spike continued to ignore her and proceeded to scratch her belly, which proved to be her weakest spot. 

"Spike...STO-AHAHEEEEEEKAHAHAHA!"

"Quiet!" Spike demanded. "Or the torture will last...FOREVER! MUHAHAHAHA!"

With that, spike grabbed a brush from another concealed portion his cape. He then rubbed it up and down Twilight's back hoof. Twilight tried her best to be quiet; she didn't want everlasting torture. Surely Spike wasn't serious. But the mad look in his eyes told  Twilight otherwise. 

Despite her efforts, a few giggles escaped her lips as spike continued to tickle her back hooves with the brush. 

"Mph...phhhhhh...hehehehe!"

Spike grabbed the feather with his other hand and with it, began to stroke her other hoof. With both of her sensitive hooves being tickled at once, she just couldn't stand it anymore!

"PHHHHHH...AHAHHAHAHAHAEHEHEHEHEHEEEEK! NOOO-BHHHKKK-STOOO...EEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

She twisted and turned, but she simply couldn't move! The only way Spike could be stopped at this point was if someone came to rescue her! Spike looked mad, no, more like completely disturbed as he tickled her hooves and back to her belly. He tickled her belly and around her hips with his hands/claws, making her squeal with laughter. Twilight was torn between the decision of whether she loved this or hated it. She loved to laugh, but this was torture! She was constantly wanting for it to stop, but she barely ever laughed. 

She just laughed and laughed, Spike moving around to her sides with his feather and brush, tickling her everywhere.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHKKKKAAAA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

After who knows how much longer, Twilight could barely breathe anymore, let alone speak. Spike just wouldn't stop. She wanted to reason with him, but she couldn't speak. She thrashed her head around, but it was no use. She was now regretting not telling Spike what she had been doing with Owlicious the previous night. Perhaps there was a lesson somewhere in this experience? But Twilight couldn't think because she was laughing too hard. 

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...*cough*...HEHEHEHEHEHE...*gasp*.

Just when all hope was lost, there was suddenly a smashing noise coming from the front of the house. Spike stopped tickling. When he looked over, he saw that the door was now in ruins, smoke everywhere. Twilight looked too, still gasping for breath.

There was a figure standing in the doorway.

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