April Fools Night at the Loud House

Tomorrow is April 1st, April Fools Day: a generally harmless holiday where adults and children alike get to poke some fun at each other and brighten up their days. But for the Loud House, it is something far more sinister. Every year on April Fools Day, Luan Loud, the 4th oldest daughter of the Loud Family turns into a pranking mastermind and terrorizes the entire household with her elaborate schemes. The vivid memories of the utter chaos each year send chills down the Loud family's spines. "But this year, this year is going to be different", our young and tenacious hero Lincoln thought to himself. He had come up with a plan to put an end to her sister's tyranny.

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"hm...."

Luan slowly lifts the lids of her heavy eyes as she awakes from her afternoon nap. Instinctively, the girl tried to rub her sleepy eyes, but she was unable to due to some kind of force around her wrists holding her back. Luan peeks left and right only to see that her wrists were bound tightly by some thick ropes and secured to either side of the bed's headboard. Her arms are stretched out to both sides which forbids her from lowering them even an inch. Luan pulled at the ropes to make sure. They were sturdy, enough to erase any hopes of slipping out of them. A pillow is also thoughtfully inserted between the girl's back and the wooden headboard, allowing her to sit comfortably against the bed.

Realizing her predicament, the bed-bound girl shouts,

"Whoever is responsible for this, you better come out now before its too late!"

Lincoln walks into the room wearing a big grin on his face.

"Lincoln? You're the last person I would imagine capable of doing this!", Luan says with shock in her voice.

"Get me out of this right now!"

Lincoln gets himself seated on the bed right in front of Luan, facing her and glancing her with the same mischievous grin,

"Not before you tell me your plot for April Fools Day, Luan. We all know you're definitely up to something again."

"April Fools?", Luan asks with a puzzled look, "Didn't I tell you I already retired from pranking?".

Unimpressed by Luan's answer, Lincoln replies:

"Of course I knew I won't be getting it from you this easily."

Lincoln crawls closer to Luan on the bedside, so close that he could almost breathe down her neck.

"But I have plenty of ways to make you talk, big sis."

The boy says while wiggling all ten of his fingers right before her face.

Luan's eyes widen in horror as she watches Lincoln's wiggling fingers move closer and closer to her body.

"Don't tell me you're going to... tickle me!? Hey, we can talk about this."

"If you don't want to be tickle tortured, then you better cough it up!"

Lincoln lifts her t-shirt up with one hand and tickles the exposed belly of Luan's with the other. And it was as if electricity ran through her entire body, Lincoln's fingers quickly sent Luan shrieking and jumping in place.

"hh-ehahahaha NO! Not my tummy!! You know I hate being tickled there!"

The girl cries out while her body squirms violently, doing all she can to evade Lincoln's ticklish fingertips tap-dancing right atop of her uncovered navel.

Lincoln knew at this instant that he had just struck gold. The legends were true that his big sis, the unbeatable prankster Luan Loud was deathly ticklish! The smirk on his face never fading, as Lincoln decides to waste no more time in teasing and get right down to business.

"Tickle tickle~ Whose got a ticklish tummy?"

Lincoln drives both of his hands under Luan's sleeveless shirt and lets his fingers crawl freely all over Luan's belly.

"AH--!! AHaahahahahaha!! NOOO!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Luan bursts into a loud and squeaky laughter that does justice to the Loud's name. The sudden increase in tickling intensity causes her to wildly jerk her body whilst kicking her feet out in protest.

Feeling his sister's vicious kicking and struggling is about to throw both of them off the mattress, Lincoln pauses the tickling momentarily.

"Wow, you sure are a fighter! Good thing I have thought about this already-", says Lincoln, who reaches underneath the bed and resurfaces with a pair of metal handcuffs in hand.

clank clunk

Luan hears the latching click from the handcuff locking her ankles in place, powerless to stopping Lincoln from further stripping away her freedom.

"There, that's much better. Now let's continue making you laugh."

Says our hero, who climbs up the bed and sits right on top of the stretched out legs of Luan's. This is bad news for the girl, as her most ticklish spots: her belly, her sides, and her armpits are all exposed, in full view of her tormentor.

However, Luan being Luan, her spirit doesn't dwindle even a bit in the face of such danger. Instead, she says in a giggly voice to the face of Lincoln, whose fingers are reaching toward her hypersensitive navel area once more:

"Go ahead, do your worst, see if I ca-RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! HAHAHAHAHAA!!"

Before Luan can finish her sentence, Lincoln's hands have already reached the brave girl's belly and unleashed a frenzy of poking and tickling against her bare skin. The tickling makes quick work of the girl, reducing her to a laughing mess once more.

"What was that? Sorry I didn't hear it."

Lincoln says tauntingly, his hands never stops fumbling the sensitive flesh around his captive's belly button.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Stopp!!!"

Luan lets out another deafening laugh, tugging at the ropes that held her captive with all her might. But pulling against the ropes only made them tighter around her wrists, Luan can't lower her arms to guard her ticklish belly, nor is she making any progress towards escape. The girl can only buck her upper body aimlessly within the confines of her restraints and laugh at the top of her lungs while Lincoln studies her every scream and whimper.

"Aww is somebody too ticklish for her own good? Coochie coochie coo~ hahaha!"

Lincoln teases the struggling girl, clearly relishing every second of tormenting her with tickles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHE!! Ahh A-HAHAHAHAHA!!"

Luan's face can be seen reddening up with embarrassment during the ticklish hysteria. The usually proud and invincible Luan Loud had never been so defenseless: tied down to a bed and tickled breathless like a baby. The sheer humiliation from the situation makes the girl damn her own ticklishness, curse the holiday that's making her life hell, and most importantly, it strengthened her resolve to never give in.

Mixed among giggles and gasps for air, Luan declares,

"YOU WILL HAHAHAHAHAHA!! NEVER BREAK MEEHEHEHEHE!"

Slightly impressed by Luan's iron will, but ultimately convinced in his eventual victory, Lincoln answers sadistically,

"Whatever you say. I can do this all day."

Lincoln devious fingers continue to ravage Luan's defenseless belly. One hand of his is making a slow swirling motion with his index finger, teasing and nibbling along the surface of her navel area. While the other hand mercilessly pinches the most tender parts of her flesh as it works up and down her waist. Luan couldn't catch a single moment of relief, being made to laugh restlessly. For the next hour, Luan's room has every corner filled with her guffaws and the crackling sounds of the bed frame resulting from her struggling. For some odd reason, nobody in the Loud house dared to check out what's happening inside despite hearing thunderous laughter gushing out from that room. Perhaps they are all in on the plan out of fear for the twisted pranks of the April Fools master.

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An hour into the non-stop tickle torture, Luan's cheeks are glowing bright red and her voice had become a little hoarse. What had not changed was how sensitive she was to the touch of Lincoln's fingertips, and the depravity of the wicked hero's tickle interrogation.

At this point Lincoln is no longer only targeting the girl's belly, he alternates between all of Luan's weaknesses, tickling in an unpredictable pattern.

Luan's underarms proved to be just as ticklish as her tummy, if not worse! Every time Lincoln's sharp claws suddenly switch onto her sensitive hollows Luan is made jumping and screaming. Every scratch and scribble on her armpit is accompanied by waves of squeaky laughter and more struggling. The occasional poking and squeezing causes Luan to try to retract her arms involuntarily, but the ropes looped around her wrists prevent her from ever doing so. All the unbearable sensations forces the girl to repeatedly twist and turn, throw her body against her restraints and/or desperately push her back up against the headboard. Of course none of the tactics mentioned above seemed to help Luan resist the incoming tickles in any way.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA-HHAA!! IT T-ICKLES!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Tears begin to well up and flow down her red hot cheeks as Luan howls to the sky.

"I'm really impressed that you are still holding on Luan. But if I were you, I would consider spilling the beans before you lose your voice, or your mind."

Lincoln says calmly, not showing a single hint of slowing down his onslaught of tickling. To him, this is payback for all those April Fools Day nightmares that haunts him to this day.

"HAHAHEHEAHAHAHHA!! NNEEEVER!!"

Even when succumbed to such humiliating and unforgiving tickling, Luan still refuses to submit. Whether she actually has an evil plot for tomorrow no longer scratches her mind. The only thought that's supporting Luan to endure the feverish tickling is getting revenge on the boy and wiping that irritating grin off his face.

"Have fun while iehehehehe-it lasts!! hahahahah! Because you are going to get it!!"

Our hero seems unfazed by his captive's threatening message,

"I'll look forward to it, now laugh for me!"

Lincoln gets a good grip on Luan's slender sides, and begins to squeeze away.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Luan is once again swiftly overpowered by Lincoln's tickling. Little does she know, Lincoln's true intent behind this tickle interrogation was not to extract information out of Luan, but rather to tire her out so that she won't have the strength to do anything on the fated April Fools Day. The longer she holds on, the more she laughs and thus the more she is playing right into Lincoln's plot. It seems for once, Luan is the one being made a fool out of because of April Fools.

Whether Lincoln's plan succeeds in helping the Loud house avoid another April 1st catastrophe is still unknown. But for all one cares, Lincoln has Luan right where he wants: embarrassed, exhausted, and utterly punished by his tickling hands.

Perhaps the Loud family can sleep at ease tonight, as Luan's hysterical laughter plays over the silence of the night sky.