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[TheAmishPirate]

Silverpine placed Sandy on the bed as delicately as he could, limbs and all sticking up. He gently prodded Sandy by the sides to wake him out of his stupor. If that didn't work, he would try prodding his wings. If that still failed, he would resort to his secret weapon and kiss Gearstride loudly in his presence.

Alas, HPK would have to wait. One poke to his sensitive wings, and he leapt a good foot above the bed with a squeaking yelp. And then fell back onto the sheets in a heap of legs, wings, and disheveled pony. He looked around the room, utterly confused. "H-huh? Where am I? How'd I get over here?" He leaned up and grabbed Silverpine by the shoulders, staring at him with crazed eyes. "That weren't a dream, were it? I ain't a father am I? Oh dear Luna, tell me I ain't a father! I'm too young t'wear ties!"

[Benson]

"Now is not the time to be hysterical Sandy, but no, you're not a father Sandy," Gearstride said all matter of factly. Mister Chimpcog hung from above with his tail and watched Sandy with his beady mechanical eyes.

[Orzel]

"Aaaah..! Grills..!" The plum mare eeped as she fell forward on her belly on the bed as she assaulted with tickling. 'Aaak..no hahahaa..no.....fiend...haha...!"

Garion laughed triumphantly and joined in the battle, copycatting Mister Grills for prime tickling spots. "We got you now, Miss Gwyn! You shall tickle little ponies no more!" Clearly their ham had rubbed off on him, as the brave little sidekick paused for a dramatic pose (and barely stifled giggles) before redoubling his assault.

Grills took another pose, letting the light sparkle of his coat. "Give up and you shall be spared."

[Benson]

The Three Gs


"Phoo...you fiends...hahah..aha..picking..ahaha....on such a helpless mare..ahaha.stop....haha...." The plum mare had no control, her body moving on its own accord in reaction to the tickling assault.

[TheAmishPirate]

The Three Gs


"Phoo...you fiends...hahah..aha..picking..ahaha....on such a helpless mare..ahaha.stop....haha...." The plum mare had no control, her body moving on its own accord in reaction to the tickling assault.

Garion suddenly stopped, adopting a serious expression as he glared at Gwyn. "Miss Gwyn, you are not helpless, that is a horrible lie." He turned to Mister Grills, a little grin breaking out over his face. "What should we do to lying ponies, Mister Grills?"

[Grif]

Alas, HPK would have to wait. One poke to his sensitive wings, and he leapt a good foot above the bed with a squeaking yelp. And then fell back onto the sheets in a heap of legs, wings, and disheveled pony. He looked around the room, utterly confused. "H-huh? Where am I? How'd I get over here?" He leaned up and grabbed Silverpine by the shoulders, staring at him with crazed eyes. "That weren't a dream, were it? I ain't a father am I? Oh dear Luna, tell me I ain't a father! I'm too young t'wear ties!"

"Now is not the time to be hysterical Sandy, but no, you're not a father Sandy," Gearstride said all matter of factly. Mister Chimpcog hung from above with his tail and watched Sandy with his beady mechanical eyes.

"Sandy. Are you alright? I think she might be a little..." Silverpine had to search for the right word. "... enthusiastic for your tastes."

[Orzel]

Garion suddenly stopped, adopting a serious expression as he glared at Gwyn. "Miss Gwyn, you are not helpless, that is a horrible lie." He turned to Mister Grills, a little grin breaking out over his face. "What should we do to lying ponies, Mister Grills?"

"Hmmm... what do we do?" The stallion took on a serious face to match Garion's. "Nuzzles? No. Lying comes from the forehead, not cheeks. Therefore the only solution is to smooth the fair maiden's forehead."

[TheAmishPirate]

"Now is not the time to be hysterical Sandy, but no, you're not a father Sandy," Gearstride said all matter of factly. Mister Chimpcog hung from above with his tail and watched Sandy with his beady mechanical eyes.

Sandy fell back, no, collapsed back onto the bed with a great sigh. "Oh thank heavens..."

"Sandy. Are you alright? I think she might be a little..." Silverpine had to search for the right word. "... enthusiastic for your tastes."

"I'm fine..." Sandy started, but was cut off by that familiar tingling in his throat. White lies were still lies too. "Er, I mean...I could be better. I guess she really did a number on me there, would've burned my barrel good if I didn't say anythin'. An'...an' I almost didn't say anythin', she was lookin' at me with those eyes of hers, an' callin' me adora...er, names...an' stuff. An' now she wants kids, an' we've barely even met, an' she just didn't stop lookin' at me, an' she thinks my eyes are lovely, an'...an'..." The little pegasus held his head in his hooves. "What have I gotten myself into?"

(I will be waiting for Night Jewel before continuing with Sandy)


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"Hmmm... what do we do?" The stallion took on a serious face to match Garion's. "Nuzzles? No. Lying comes from the forehead, not cheeks. Therefore the only solution is to smooth the fair maiden's forehead."

Garion nodded firmly. "Then we have no choice but to smooth away!" The little colt goose-stepped over towards Miss Gwyn's head, only to stop and look back sheepishly at Mister Grills. "How do we do that again?"

[Benson]

"Sandy. Are you alright? I think she might be a little..." Silverpine had to search for the right word. "... enthusiastic for your tastes."

"By that he means crazy," Gearstride nodded with most certainty.

Sandy fell back, no, collapsed back onto the bed with a great sigh. "Oh thank heavens..."

"I'm fine..." Sandy started, but was cut off by that familiar tingling in his throat. White lies were still lies too. "Er, I mean...I could be better. I guess she really did a number on me there, would've burned my barrel good if I didn't say anythin'. An'...an' I almost didn't say anythin', she was lookin' at me with those eyes of hers, an' callin' me adora...er, names...an' stuff. An' now she wants kids, an' we've barely even met, an' she just didn't stop lookin' at me, an' she thinks my eyes are lovely, an'...an'..." The little pegasus held his head in his hooves. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"You should probably just end the date, cut your losses, and just say 'hey thanks for this but I think you're crazy'," Gearstride grinned.



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"Hmmm... what do we do?" The stallion took on a serious face to match Garion's. "Nuzzles? No. Lying comes from the forehead, not cheeks. Therefore the only solution is to smooth the fair maiden's forehead."

Garion nodded firmly. "Then we have no choice but to smooth away!" The little colt goose-stepped over towards Miss Gwyn's head, only to stop and look back sheepishly at Mister Grills. "How do we do that again?"

Gwynfillion, as soon as the tickling paused for a moment and gave her boys a confused look. " Say what now?"

[Orzel]

"Like this. Smooth. Smooth." Gwyn tackled Gwynfillion and softly rubbed on the mare's head with his hoof. "Smooth out the lies. If she swirms you have to hug the liar as well. Smooth Smooth. Hug. Hug." said Grills while doing his soft rub routine. "Quick. Hug Miss Gwynfillion!"

[TheAmishPirate]

"Like this. Smooth. Smooth." Gwyn tackled Gwynfillion and softly rubbed on the mare's head with his hoof. "Smooth out the lies. If she swirms you have to hug the liar as well. Smooth Smooth. Hug. Hug." said Grills while doing his soft rub routine. "Quick. Hug Miss Gwynfillion!"

Garion gasped; the lies must not be allowed to spread! "Yes sir, Mister Grills!" The colt threw himself on her barrel, stretching out his forelegs as wiiiiiiiide as he could. They didn't quite reach all the way around, but that didn't stop the colt from giving her the biggest hug he could. And even though it was against regulations, he snuck in a little nuzzle too.

[Benson]

Ack, so much physical attention. Gwynfillion winced at the head rubs. "Hey...!...You make it sound like I have wrinkles!" Pout. Followed by a squirm and thus leading into a hug.

Oomph!

"Ack...gah.....nuuu...not the power of hugs.....my...gyah....weakness....gurgle...." Gwynfillion hammed it up, lost in the moment and closed her eyes for a moment.

[Orzel]

Ack, so much physical attention. Gwynfillion winced at the head rubs. "Hey...!...You make it sound like I have wrinkles!" Pout. Followed by a squirm and thus leading into a hug.

"Do not fret. Your coat is flawless." The whispering pony then sneaked in a nuzzle.

Garion gasped; the lies must not be allowed to spread! "Yes sir, Mister Grills!" The colt threw himself on her barrel, stretching out his forelegs as wiiiiiiiide as he could. They didn't quite reach all the way around, but that didn't stop the colt from giving her the biggest hug he could. And even though it was against regulations, he snuck in a little nuzzle too.

"Yes. Like that."

Oomph!

"Ack...gah.....nuuu...not the power of hugs.....my...gyah....weakness....gurgle...." Gwynfillion hammed it up, lost in the moment and closed her eyes for a moment.

Grills took another heroic and hammy pose. "Yes. We are victorious."

[TheAmishPirate]

Oomph!

"Ack...gah.....nuuu...not the power of hugs.....my...gyah....weakness....gurgle...." Gwynfillion hammed it up, lost in the moment and closed her eyes for a moment.

Grills took another heroic and hammy pose. "Yes. We are victorious."

Garion foolishly let his guard down, hopping off the defeated mare and prancing in place for his own little victory dance. "Yay! Nopony will fear the tickles ever again!" he proclaimed.

[Benson]

"Do not fret. Your coat is flawless." The whispering pony then sneaked in a nuzzle.

"You had better say as such," She smirked before going back to playing the defeated villainness.

Garion foolishly let his guard down, hopping off the defeated mare and prancing in place for his own little victory dance. "Yay! Nopony will fear the tickles ever again!" he proclaimed.

Gwynfillion opened her eyes and smiled, that was.........fun, admittedly. "Alas...you heroes have bested me, oh swoon~."

[Orzel]

"Time for the dance of victory." A silly rump shaking started. Silly but controlled and skilled, even crazy dances were taken seriously. And Grills had to be deliberate in his hoof swinging.

[PurityIcekiller]

"I'm fine..." Sandy started, but was cut off by that familiar tingling in his throat. White lies were still lies too. "Er, I mean...I could be better. I guess she really did a number on me there, would've burned my barrel good if I didn't say anythin'. An'...an' I almost didn't say anythin', she was lookin' at me with those eyes of hers, an' callin' me adora...er, names...an' stuff. An' now she wants kids, an' we've barely even met, an' she just didn't stop lookin' at me, an' she thinks my eyes are lovely, an'...an'..." The little pegasus held his head in his hooves. "What have I gotten myself into?"

"Yeah, she was way too forward. You need a partner who moves at your pace. I'd say she's rejected."

Night Jewel patted Sandy on the back. "It's all right. If she causes you any trouble, I'll handle it. Now, shall I just very politely tell her that she won't do while you get yourself back into shape?"

[Mystic Muse]

"Um ... i-is there really any need to argue?" Heart asked uncomfortably.

"Yes, because my stupid brother thinks that just because he found some dumb unicorn willing to cast a dumb spell, he is suddenly my sister." The younger mare says.

This gets a glare from her oldest brother.

The rest of the family just feels awkward.

Mystic just ignores it and leans down and tells Heart "Just tell him."

[Hawkflight]

Mystic just ignores it and leans down and tells Heart "Just tell him."

Heartflight pouted at that, but acquiesced and turned back to the griffon.

"Actually, I'm not as young as you think," she admitted. "You probably weren't around for it, but there was a spell that messed up everypony's ages some time ago. It just never wore off on me." With that, she summoned the [Doctor's Note] that Dr. Magic had given her.

"Yes, because my stupid brother thinks that just because he found some dumb unicorn willing to cast a dumb spell, he is suddenly my sister." The younger mare says.

This gets a glare from her oldest brother.

The rest of the family just feels awkward.

"And....?" Heartflight asked, leaving the question hanging.

[TheAmishPirate]

"Time for the dance of victory." A silly rump shaking started. Silly but controlled and skilled, even crazy dances were taken seriously. And Grills had to be deliberate in his hoof swinging.

Garion adjusted his own victory dance to try and mirror the older stallion. But lack of experience just led to a lot of silly-looking rump shaking. But darnit, the foal was putting his all into shaking his little rump.

[Lycan 01]

Greif's Cafe

Greif blinks a few times. "Oh. My mistake, ma'am."

Spin grins wickedly. "Hey, I read that book not too long ago. I forgot to ask, Greif. Does all that stuff about pegasi apply to griffins as well? Particularly chapters... oh, what was it... 7 and 8?" she asks.

A hint of red tinges the griffin's white cheeks. "Uh... Oh well, you know, different physiologies and stuff," he says with a sheepish smile. "Maybe not, uh, quite the same way, but, um... OH HEY FRIES ARE DONE!!" he suddenly proclaims with an over-exuberant grin.

[Benson]

"Time for the dance of victory." A silly rump shaking started. Silly but controlled and skilled, even crazy dances were taken seriously. And Grills had to be deliberate in his hoof swinging.

Garion adjusted his own victory dance to try and mirror the older stallion. But lack of experience just led to a lot of silly-looking rump shaking. But darnit, the foal was putting his all into shaking his little rump.

Gwynfillion laughed a good laugh as she watched her boys...hauh....that sounded right....her boys act silly. "Mmm, so what will the heroes do now with the defeated Tickler? Try to reform her? Heh."

[TheAmishPirate]

"By that he means crazy," Gearstride nodded with most certainty.



"You should probably just end the date, cut your losses, and just say 'hey thanks for this but I think you're crazy'," Gearstride grinned.

"Yeah, she was way too forward. You need a partner who moves at your pace. I'd say she's rejected."

Night Jewel patted Sandy on the back. "It's all right. If she causes you any trouble, I'll handle it. Now, shall I just very politely tell her that she won't do while you get yourself back into shape?"

Sandy smiled appreciatively at his younger friend. "A-aye, I think that'd be for th' best. I-I don't think I could say that t'her face. Not if she calls me...uh, er," he looked away, his cheeks turning red again. "Sh-she's got a way with words, that's for sure."

[Grif]

Sandy smiled appreciatively at his younger friend. "A-aye, I think that'd be for th' best. I-I don't think I could say that t'her face. Not if she calls me...uh, er," he looked away, his cheeks turning red again. "Sh-she's got a way with words, that's for sure."

Silverpine nodded. "Best do it quick, before she decides to call the police."

[Orzel]

Gwynfillion laughed a good laugh as she watched her boys...hauh....that sounded right....her boys act silly. "Mmm, so what will the heroes do now with the defeated Tickler? Try to reform her? Heh."

"Reform her with education. An education tour." said Grills offering his hoof for getting of the bed.

[Benson]

"Reform her with education. An education tour." said Grills offering his hoof for getting of the bed.

"Heh...right...." Gwynfillion gladly accepted his strong hoof. "Whelp, I'm ready to be reeducated from my misdeeds."

[Orzel]

"Heh...right...." Gwynfillion gladly accepted his strong hoof. "Whelp, I'm ready to be reeducated from my misdeeds."

"Toward the office."

The stallion escorted the mare and colt toward his office. The dark room with the lone massive desk in it was unnaturally cold until Grills entered and lit the fireplace. The blacks and greys flickering in the fiery light.
A dog's bowl void of food displayed Sugar's absence. Looking at it brought a noticeable frown to Grill's face. Sugar always livened this dark room of artificial stone and harness. This room needed a mare's touch or some sort of brightness. Its was very stalliony but depressingly so.

[Benson]

"Toward the office."

The stallion escorted the mare and colt toward his office. The dark room with the lone massive desk in it was unnaturally cold until Grills entered and lit the fireplace. The blacks and greys flickering in the fiery light.
A dog's bowl void of food displayed Sugar's absence. Looking at it brought a noticeable frown to Grill's face. Sugar always livened this dark room of artificial stone and harness. This room needed a mare's touch or some sort of brightness. Its was very stalliony but depressingly so.

Gwynfillion was rather....surprised by this. Last time..or was it the first time, he had pretty much off-limit'd his office to her for partially unexplained reasons. She gave him a small smile. "So, hauh, this is your office?....Rather masculine."

[TheAmishPirate]

"Toward the office."

The stallion escorted the mare and colt toward his office. The dark room with the lone massive desk in it was unnaturally cold until Grills entered and lit the fireplace. The blacks and greys flickering in the fiery light.
A dog's bowl void of food displayed Sugar's absence. Looking at it brought a noticeable frown to Grill's face. Sugar always livened this dark room of artificial stone and harness. This room needed a mare's touch or some sort of brightness. Its was very stalliony but depressingly so.

Garion trotted boldly into the room, completely unbothered by the air of gloom and doom. It actually brought a little spring to the colt's step; such decor reminded him of home, back at the tower. All he needed was the barking of Sugar and the thumping of Wyrmple and he'd be set.

[Orzel]

Gwynfillion was rather....surprised by this. Last time..or was it the first time, he had pretty much off-limit'd his office to her for partially unexplained reasons. She gave him a small smile. "So, hauh, this is your office?....Rather masculine."

"You expected flowers and one of those bobbing bird things?" weakly chuckled Grills. He went over to a stack of papers and quickly slid them in a drawer.

Garion trotted boldly into the room, completely unbothered by the air of gloom and doom. It actually brought a little spring to the colt's step; such decor reminded him of home, back at the tower. All he needed was the barking of Sugar and the thumping of Wyrmple and he'd be set.

A smile squeaked onto his face. "So Garion. This is where I do all the planning to make all that yummy food."