Story by Akhekh
 
Your name is Fluttershy, of course it is everypony in Ponyville knows this… Well you hope they do at least. You are renown - again a thing you hope - for your affinity with animals of all shapes, fashions and forms, perhaps more importantly though you were known for your ability to tame them. Even the ones other ponies would describe as “evil”. You don’t agree with the description but you stay quiet about it.  
Today was a big day for not only you but for everypony really. Today marked the last day of your fortnight long project. The project in question was to tame the quite rightly feared tatzlwurm. These beasts liked to… Well at least they seemed to like to roam the countryside. Under the countryside you correct yourself, and gobble up and poor unsuspecting pony. They’d erupt from the ground in a spray of earth and small rocks only to swallow somepony whole and disappear again. You shudder just a little. It made you more than a little upset even thinking about it. That’s why you couldn’t fail! You steel your nerves and march - gently - back into the forest where you often met your “project”.
 
It was a glorious day and your march turned into an amble as you stopped to chat to everypony that stopped to chat to you. You were nice like that. These repeated interruptions although you hesitate to call them that because that sounded too unpleasant made you feel late. Not that the tatzlwurm had any concept of time… You think. The woods - which is where you found this one - were beautiful and full of life. The birds sang and the squirrels ran about their busy looking lives. The trees swayed gently in the breeze their branches almost waving at you. You come to a small knee deep slow flowing stream. The sound of the sloshing water calming your nerves. So as not to get your boots wet you untie them and throw them over the stream. You always did this.
 
The cool stream felt nice on your feet. You hadn’t noticed how hot they’d gotten stuffed in those sweaty walking boots. You stand in the river to cool them down giggling a little as tiny fish swam around then. One perhaps overly brave fish swam under your toes and caused you to flinch with a squeal. You pull your leg up sharply. Perhaps too sharply. You pull your leg up so quickly that you slip on the slimy rock beneath your other foot and land rump first in the water. You’re glad nopony was around to see that as you pick yourself up and blush a little. Your feet were awfully sensitive and you could imagine somepony or two taking advantage of that. Nopony might have seen that but something had. Not that you know this of course…
 
It’s not until you cross the river that you notice it. The silence. The birds where not singing and even the trees didn’t seem to wave in the wind any longer. How long had it been like this you wonder? You spin as you hear a branch snap behind you. It’s him… Or her. You’re not sure but it’s probably not the main issue here. The noise was caused by the shifting weight of a tatzlwurm. Although a little nerve racking it was at least a good sign. It hadn’t attacked you… Yet.
 
“he..llo mister tatzlwurm”, you greet it with the ever so imaginative name you gave it. It appears to recognise you at least. It’s long undulating blue body lumbered towards you. You stand your ground and smile sweetly. It’s lumbering mass hid it’s true speed. Standing your ground was the only option you really had.
 
“How a..re you feeling mis..ter tatzlwurm?”, you ask again slightly louder this time. This was it. This was what you’d waited for. If it waited to be summoned then it was tamed, if on the other hand it did not well… You decide not to think about it. You’d cross that bridge when, if! You correct yourself. If the time came.
 
The large beast stops a few foot away and tilts it’s head so that it’s little - although only in comparison to its - eyes were all trained on you. You both stood there in the silence of the forest for what felt like forever until you hear it. The sound that set all of your fears to rest. The tatzlwurm’s gurgling cooing.
 
“it’s ok mister… Come here “, you call over gently as you pat your legs. The beast reacts almost instantly and circles it’s body around you. Not touching you just there around you. You stroke what you think is its neck. The gurgling continues. You like to think of it as purring.
 
You’d done it. This thing was tame. You contemplate taking your new pet back to Ponyville to show everypony. You’re getting your boots to throw them over the river then you’re caught of guard by a tickling feeling around your left ankle. You look down to see a thick black tongue caressing your ankle.
 
“nohoo Mr tatzlwurm”, you giggle a little and go to pull your foot away. You’re not fast enough. The tongue wraps around your ankle while another bursts from its maw to ensnare your other ankle. You’re paralysed with fear. Why now? Had it been playing with you. How would you escape? These and many other questions flooded your mind as your dragged into Mr tatzlwurm’s maw.
 
You are beginning to lose hope when the dragging stops. Your lower body is completely within the beast now but your upper body is still free. You’re not sure what’s going on. Was he going to help you over the river? Was he going to take you home? Was he… Your thoughts are lost when you begin to feel something weird happening. Something slithery… Something was wrapping itself around not one but both of your legs. In several places. You go to kick your legs but find them immobile. Maybe you weren’t kicking hard enough? You certainly do start kicking harder when other “slithery somethings” started to stroke your bare feet. It’s just one on each foot to begin with. You do your best to suppress your giggling as you try to reassert your control of the situation.
 
“Nohoo Mr tatzlwurm, bahahad stohop!”, you squeal. You slam your fists down - gently - onto the pink squishy maw that surrounded you. You get no more than a few of these gentle strikes in when more slithering tongues grab your wrists and pull them down tightly. The tongues - which is what you decide to call them - that are licking your feet start to speed up. They run all the way up your creamy soft soles from heel to toe. You try to catch them under your toes but you fail. Your giggling is barely suppressed when other tongues slip their way up your skirt and under your top and begins to tickle your underarm. It’s moist tip easily wiggling it’s way under your clamped down arm and around your armpit. You begin to laugh. Uncontrollably.
 
“hahaha hahaha pleahahas Mr tuahahahaha!”, you don’t get to finish that sentence. Mr tatzlwurm obviously decides he does not like your feet moving. His slimy tongues winding their way around your big toes to keep your feet tout and more immobile.
 
If you were laughing uncontrollably before you’d have to invent a new word for the sound you make when Mr tatzlwurm adds another tongue to each of your feet. Their soft tips running circles around your soles and under your toes. This appears to be his favourite place. Maybe he liked the taste. You’re not sure. Your not sure of anything anymore. How long have you been screaming for help in the woods? How long was he going to keep tickling you? The answer much to your dismay was a long time.
 
It’s getting dark. Your body aches from laughing and trying to break free. Your feet are a tingling mess and you’re panting for air. Mr tatzlwurm obviously bored with the lack of noise or movement from its playing spits you out. You lie there on the ground. Gasping and twitching. Mr tatzlwurm nudges your lower legs into the stream. The cold water feels heavenly over your tingling soles. You think you pass out. You’re awoken again by the fish swimming around your still sensitive feet. You yelp and retract then from the water. You’re not sure what to do. Do you warn everyone about him? Or do you come back for round two…