With a facial expression like that, I don’t have the impulse to tickle her. So, no.

yes, I can be maso at the time

That’s a bad idea, even if I would want to do that. She would litterally buck me in the face and I would stay in the hospital for days or, even, weeks.

@Goldenpwny  
And I’m not so grruuuuump!

The broken bones won’t be worth it.

If it results in loud laughter, it would be worth it.

I would. Even if I got kicked, it would be worth it.

Someone, somewhere is clopping to this thread.
 
Probably OP.

yes, i want to take a can of cream and spray it all over her. that would really drive her insane!

yes,i would.

yes

@Miss Shy  
Sounds kinda interesting. I might actually read it. (I don’t usually read pony fanfics.)

@techdragon  
The one I’m currently working on is where you, a violin player is desperately trying to work with Octavia on what seems to be the hardest duet yet. As you rehearse, you keep seeing her get distracted. With a few days left until the concert, you have to figure out what’s on her mind so you two can successfully perform.

@Miss Shy  
Huh. Never took you for a writer. What’s your story about?

It’s Bon-bon, she’s more likely to bite your fingers off if you touched her

@techdragon  
I dunno. I’m already busy with other 2nd person stories.
 
Probably might get around to a few after I finish my next chapter.

@Miss Shy  
Damn. You ever considered writing pony tickling stories?

if only to hear how many differeant voices she can squeal in.

….nah. she’s one of the few ponies i don’t honestly like.

on the bum?

Yes.
 
Rub her belly just to hear her squeal, get behind her ears just to tease her, dig into her sides just to get her rolling madly, begging for some mercy, then you go to the hooves.
 
With just a single poke, you get a giggle out of her. Your fingers wiggle just above her hooves, making her grin and writhe in anticipation, then you strike. She starts flailing and kicking her hooves, desperate to get away from the incessant torture, but your arm lock is too tight, and all she can do is laugh as your nimble fingers dance across every square centimeter of her hooves. She can’t even see where you’re going to go next with your hands, because the tickling is so intense tears flow freely down her face.
 
After only 10 minutes, she’s left in silent laughter, and you cease and let her go. That’s when she pounces with her remaining strength. Still giggling from the sensations, she pins you down, dragging her nose down your chest and belly, forcing you to crack a smile.
 
It’s payback time.

Yes. If only to see what voice I get out of her.

Not with that frowny face, I wouldn’t.

Yes