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"Come here, cutie, you can't hide from us for long, so why not just give it up and come out?"

"Yeah, all we wanna do is torture you until you've gone absolutely crazy, is that so bad?"

"V, we wanna convince her to come out, that's not exactly the way to do it."

"Oh, right... we totally won't torture you to the point of insanity if you come out!"

Uzi almost felt tempted to come out of hiding just to silence their constant chatter but she knew it would be replaced by something far worse if she showed herself off.

She had hoped so desperately that after they initially defeated them that they'd be gone for good, but it seemed that there were clone bodies prepared for all of the best drones, and now she was having to stay out of sight and hope to not be found. At the time being she was darting around the back of a box-filled warehouse, and quickly she moved to cram herself into one of the nearby boxes so as to completely conceal her appearance.

Then, Uzi just tried to stay as quiet as possible so she wouldn't be identified in any way...

Of course, the main issue with that was twofold. For one thing, murder drones had naturally keen senses so as to better detect these very murderable assembly drones. Besides, that, though, there is something important one must remember if trying to be stealthy...

...don't let your adorable feet poke out!

Right as Uzi began to feel safe in her hiding spot, she felt a single finger rest upon her left sole, and she immediately began to let out some soft giggling.

J, chuckling to herself in amusement, remarked, "It seems like she just packaged herself for our convenience, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yeah, she's like our gift! And we're gonna be sure to treasure it~"

Her left foot was being tormented by J's playful fingers, while her right foot was being used as a musical instrument by V which was producing the cutest of melodies as a result.

There were a lot of things about this that absolutely sucked for Uzi, but the worst was that N was nowhere to be found, and by the time he realized what was going on, she'd probably already be in their clutches. 

Then again, it barely seemed like they were thinking about actually killing or abducting her, as their attention was solely on making her squeal. Every touch of her little sensitive spots caused her laughter to get up to volumes she never would've expected, and they were not looking like they were ready to stop at any point.

It got even worse as their tongues were used to lick her feet, as their saliva had quite a unique property that was great for making tickle torture extra torturous. The next time that Uzi wants to find a hiding spot, she'll have to better gauge its size... too late for having regrets now, though!

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"So, uh, Charlie, what exactly is this machine supposed to do?" Vaggie questioned, examining this odd device that had been recently purchased and delivered to the hotel.

Smiling, she explained, "This bad boy is gonna make cleaning a lot easier for us! The entire hotel could be dusted, scrubbed, and dried within fifteen minutes!"

"Well, that certainly sounds helpful. But how do we activate it? Right now, it just looks like... a cube with wheels," she astutely pointed out.

Rubbing her chin, Charlie admitted, "I may need to look at the manual for that..."

So, she took out the manual and began to read. 

"Okay, hit the button on the back of the machine..."

Vaggie nodded and flipped the switch, the machine whirring to life.

"And now, you just need to give instructions in a clear, concise manner!"

Humming a bit, the demon princess's girlfriend began, "Okay, cleaning machine, I want you to scrub me clean-"

The machine began to extend out a series of arms with various tools as that was placed as its new command.

"-the entire hotel. Uh, wait, what's it-?"

Suddenly, two arms extended out to grab Vaggie's wrists and restrain her, and another pair grabbed her ankles...

...and then two others would work to tear her clothes right off!

Blushing profusely, Charlie gently pointed out, "Y-you may have accidentally asked for the machine to clean you... w-which is why I did say to be concise..."

"W-well, turn it off before I-"

She was cut off, soon feeling the machine start to scrub every inch of her body! Whether it was under her arms, between her legs, or on the soles of her feet, the machine was utterly merciless and diligent! She was laughing loudly and trying to beg for any mercy from this soulless creation!

Rushing through the manual while struggling not to show any enjoyment for this sight, Charlie assured her, "T-the machine doesn't seem to have a method for making it stop in the middle of cleaning, so I'm afraid we may have to wait for it to finish!"

"T-THAT'S JUST GREEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHHAT!"

She was feeling like she was going to go crazy from this intense tickling, wiggling to and fro but finding no luck in breaking out of this! Finally, a hose protruded from the robot to rinse off all the soap, and then a ticklishly fluffy towel helped to dry her body.

Gasping and panting in exhaustion, she urged, "T-this machine is... a complete nightmare..."

"Well, look on the bright side- it worked, didn't it? You certainly look squeaky clean!"

Looking up with vengeance, Vaggie decided, "You know, I think the machine has something else it needs to clean..."

"Ah, um, wait a second-"

"I'd looove for you to clean Charlie Morningstar for hours upon hours with full intent to drive her crazy~"

By the time the machine was finished, Charlie would understand fully what Vaggie went through... and probably would have second thoughts about using automated technology for their hotel work.

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Jenny hoped that after she graduated high school that she'd never have to deal with those Crust cousins ever again. After all, they'd surely have better things to do as adults than to mess with her, right? Well, she may have severely overestimated their ability to move on from childish rivalries.

It appeared as if they managed to find out where she lived, so when she stepped out of her house one day, she found herself suddenly lassoed with her arms tied behind her back and her legs tied together!

"O-okay, very funny, but you know I can just break-"

She paused, realizing that she hadn't merely been lassoed with rope- it was a pair of wires connected to jumper cables, and the Crust Cousins were threatening to hook those jumper cables up to a car battery and give her a shock.

They managed to find one of her biggest weaknesses, and now she was trapped.

Desperately, she began to plead, "W-whatever you two want, I can give it to you, but there's no need for this childishness!"

"All we want is for you to be in our hands, Jenny," Tiff stated as Brit came closer to get an arm around one of Jenny's feet. "Now, be sure to hold still- we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt!"

She was forced to do what they demanded, avoiding any twitching even as her robotic left foot was given a series of pokes.

Long ago she had been warned not to get carried away with that tickle suit, but in recent years she had started to get quite interested in the sensation... and now she was being punished for it, squealing adorably as her weakness was exploited.

Squealing loudly and adorably, she pathetically begged, "Have some mehehehehercy...!"

"Aw, try to lighten up~"

Tiff joined in, tickling at Jenny Wakeman's belly and even giving some pokes to her drill belly button. She was sounding so cute and helpless, trying to call out for help but barely able to get any words out. And it'd get far worse when Tiff got out a pair of feather dusters for the two cousins to use!

"A-ah, no, hang on please don't-!"

It was too late to beg- she was unable to speak a single word after this, just becoming an incomprehensible ticklish robot squirming around on the grass but unable to bring herself to break free.

She eventually grew so exhausted they were able to get the binds off without risking her escaping, and then they grunted as they hauled her into their car. The dreadful pair were going to have a lot of fun at her expense guaranteeing that every inch of her body is explored. 

It was quite humiliating indeed for Jenny to be left in this position, but then again, she didn't exactly hate being tickled... though she would've hoped for literally anybody else to be the one tickling her besides these girls. Hopefully she can learn to get used to it soon!

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"Sorry, um, Minnie, what exactly are we doing right now...?"

"You said you wanted to try something new, right? Well, we've already tried feathers and hairbrushes and whatnot, so I think I have something in mind that will really make things interesting!"

When Daisy Duck had suggested to her close friend (and possibly more than that) Minnie Mouse that they go about experimenting a bit, she assumed Minnie would take it to mean new kinks entirely. Instead, Minnie had seemingly found a new tool to add a special something to the tickling they'd been engaging in for quite some time.

Shuffling nervously as she lay on the bed in front of her, Daisy admitted, "I'm not super sure, honestly..."

"Just give it a try, I promise you'll enjoy it!"

Then, the sweet and peppy girl took out what she had found... a little pinwheel, looking like something one would see at a festival or just sticking out of the ground in a garden.

Blinking a few times, Daisy questioned, "How can a pinwheel be used for tickling?"

"Oh, well, if you're skeptical... you can just give it a try on me! Unless you want me to use it on you..."

Minnie then laid flat on the bed with her bare feet wiggling in anticipation, and Daisy Duck was effortlessly seduced into trying this out. So, she took the pinwheel and gave it a nice spin, and held it in front of that pair of feet that looked so incredibly tantalizing.

All it took was to give it a little spin, and then she waited for a reaction...

...and suddenly, Minnie gave it to her, letting out a series of giggles and squeals!

Looking quite perplexed, Daisy asked, "Are you... really that sensitive?"

"Um, I may have cheated a bit- I lathered my feet with baby oil in the bathroom just so they'd be a bit more vulnerable, but otherwise... yeah, my feet are complete weak spots!"

Grinning wide, the duck snarked, "I should've been tickling you all this time, huh."

Then, she gave the wheel another spin, the soft air against her feet causing the mouse to giggle rapidly without ceasing. And to make things even more fun, she mixed in some classic methods- her feathery fingers brushing over her soles in-between the blowing of air.

"I wonder, what happens if I let the pinwheel brush against your feet, hm...?"

Minnie was about to urge perhaps they avoid that, but then she felt the pinwheel do just as Daisy suggested, and she was left in an even more adorably helpless state than before! She may grow to regret having offered this as an alternative method of tickling, as now it was climbing to the top of Daisy Duck's favorite list! 

By the time they were done, both of them would have gotten quite the experience, and Daisy would insist on two things from then on: Minnie lather her feet thoroughly in baby oil before they meet, and always bring pinwheels! 

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"Hm, you've managed to get through all our interrogation techniques without faltering one bit," Officer Jenny remarked, standing before the measly Team Rocket grunt with a smirk. "Clearly, you've been trained quite a bit about staying silent."

Giving a light chuckle, the grunt proclaimed overconfidently, "Nothing you do can get me to speak. Team Rocket will prevail!"

"I really appreciate your enthusiasm, but there's one tactic I haven't used yet..."

The bound hench-girl had her footwear removed and she grew nervous, her bare feet soon being given light, gentle strokes from Jenny's currently gloved hands. This would not be good...

Struggling to try to keep her sensitive squeals in, she insisted, "T-this won't w-work...!"

"Oh, yeah? I guess I'll have to try a bit harder, in that case!"

Her fingers began to stroke in circles in quite a consistent pattern, and the cute and scrawny grunt definitely was not doing a good job looking undisturbed from this treatment. 

Officer Jenny briefly paused in her motions as she reminded her, "If you just tell me what I want to know, I will stop this and you can go free- after all, you haven't technically done anything wrong from what I recall."

"Never, d-do your worst!"

She'd regret saying that quite fast, as some special hyper-sensitizing cream was soon applied to her soles. Just feeling it be lathered on there left her shivering and fearing that she was going to be in quite an embarrassing state.

Clearly amused by this act, Jenny informed her politely, "We record all our interrogations, so if you don't want this to be seen by my fellow officers, you may want to just give up."

"I-I will not yield! I pledge my loyalty to Team Rocket and it doesn't matter how brutally you plan on torturing me-"

She was interrupted as soon as two vibrating toothbrushes were pressed against both of her arches at once. 

Instantly, she was flung into hysterics, tears dripping down her eyes. The officer knew that it may be counter-intuitive to torture her this badly, as she may be too exhausted and delirious to really give any clear answers. Truth be told, though, she was so tired from a day full of chasing grunts and getting half-answers from them that she felt like she deserved to play around a bit. Even if this did not yield many results, it would be so entertaining...

The grunt was tickled for a straight fifteen minutes, and still adamantly refused to give any answers. Jenny began to suspect the grunt was starting to like this, and Jenny could not deny her own enjoyment. Therefore, they would continue this session for a bit longer... maybe they'd get something to eat first since they were a bit famished.

One would question if Jenny was being professional here, essentially dating someone she was meant to interrogate, but... hey, the grunt was surprisingly quite charming, and how often was she going to find a cutie who enjoyed being tickled this much?

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"Eheh, you really want to do this, Boop? I mean, you can ask Roger- I'm not exactly good at knowing when to stop with these things..."

Betty Boop herself wasn't super sure about doing this. Jessica Rabbit was incredibly dreamy, yes, but tickling was still something to which she was very new. When the tall busty woman initially gave her the offer to test out her endurance, she agreed to it immediately, but there were some second thoughts brewing. Should she take this opportunity to back out, given that the other woman seemed so understanding for several potential reasons?

"Oh, no way, I can take it! Don't even hold back! Heck, you can gag me if you want, I can just tap on the bed if I want you to stop!"

She spoke while barely thinking, clearly so caught up in the moment that she was unable to really consider what she was offering. The "clearly" part of that sentence was a bit specific to the reader, though, as Jessica did not catch onto the fact that Betty Boop's sheer level of horniness had really driven her to a new level of senselessness. And thus, tape would cover her mouth!

Sitting on her legs as she poked her fingers up and down her feet, Jessica stated, "Make sure you tap really loudly on the bed if you need me to stop, it may be hard for me to hear even over your muffled noises otherwise. Unless you wanna faint, eheh."

The suggestion of fainting underneath Jessica's body was not as unappealing as Jessica herself probably realized. She most likely was oblivious to any of the potential sexual implications of this, and for better or for worse, this meant that Betty Boop's current emotional state would pass by without any questioning.

Five minutes later, it was Jessica who had to rest herself, stretching her fingers which grew slightly sore due to nonstop tapping and stroking. It was then she realized Betty Boop was still conscious and looking quite red in the face, and she went to remove her gag.

Seeming a bit guilty, she admitted, "I didn't realize how long that went on for, I'm sure you must be quite upset!"

"A-ah, um, well, I never actually tapped out, s-so uh-"

Interrupting quickly, the taller woman responded, "Oh, so you don't want me to stop yet? Alright, if you really insist."

It was clear that Jessica Rabbit did indeed enjoy doing this even if it wasn't for the same reasons as Betty Boop. Reapplying the tape and getting back to work, she smiled madly like she was in a state of pure euphoria, treating this like she was eating one chocolate at a time from a massive Valentine's Day box.

Betty Boop was probably a bit too tired to even lift her hands to do the tapping, but she most likely would not bother to try. Being in this position was worth the humiliation and all the other miscellaneous side effects.

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"Geez, this place is really creepy at night, but guess I'll have to deal with it if I wanna know who sent this letter..."

Ochaco had been sent a letter telling her to go to the 1-A classroom but only once it was completely dark and nobody else was around. It was a bit confusing to her why she'd need to do this exactly; if someone wanted to meet up with her, couldn't they just invite her over to their dorm or even their house? Then again, whoever sent this letter probably had complete secrecy at the top of their priorities...

Glancing around nervously in the empty classroom, she pondered on if this was a prank- forcing her to come all this way only for nobody to be there. But then, she suddenly felt a touch on her stomach!

"E-eep...! I-is someone behind me...??"

She quickly turned around but saw nobody standing there, which was quite confusing... and then, the sensation of fingers dancing up and down her thighs caused her to let out quite a squeal!

Backing up against a wall, she insisted, "I-if someone is here, please say something, this is really beginning to get me freaked out!"

"Oh, I can do more than speak~"

Then, she felt a pair of invisible breasts press against her, indicating that whoever was in front of her was both nude and female... yep, she was being tormented by a very perverted and playful Toru Hagakure!

Before she could say anything, those invisible hands began to tease her once more, fingers dancing up and down her body!

Gasping, Uraraka helplessly pleaded, "H-hehehey, at least let me respohohohond...!!"

"What more do you have to say? I think it's pretty self-explanatory what's happening now, so all you really need to do is have fun~"

The ticklish girl wanted to claim that this was not her idea of fun, but it was hard to deny there was something kind of exciting about being bombarded with these certain sensations by someone she wasn't even able to see. She felt embarrassed, of course, but it was the kind of embarrassment that wasn't too terrible since she knew nobody else could see her.

Managing to get out a solid sentence, she insisted, "Y-you could've just ahahahasked to do this...!"

"Oh, if I just came up to you and asked to tickle you, you would just clam up, silly~"

That was definitely not inaccurate... not that it justified doing this out of nowhere, but still...

The invisible girl kept tickling her for a good while, all while her nude body pressed up against her. She felt quite flustered and embarrassed to be in this situation but she could not find the will to escape. Perhaps she didn't even want to get out of this position, whether she realized it or not. By the time it was over, she was so exhausted she'd probably need some help getting home... but Toru seemed like she may still be feeling rather playful.

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Another mystery to solve, another instance of Velma being completely alone while the others got paired up... it seemed rather impractical in her eyes for the smartest member of the group to be left completely alone and defenseless, but then again, it is possible the others may just distract her from finding actual clues.

Speaking of which, she managed to find something peculiar. It appeared someone made some kind of lifelike puppet of Daphne- it was just a foot in height but still managed to replicate her likeness very well down to her clothing, making Velma get a bit curious...

...so, the nerdy girl took this time while she was alone to start poking around.

Daphne, meanwhile, had gotten separated from Fred as she often does and was now fleeing from the masked criminal. Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks when she felt what felt like several pokes to her stomach.

"E-eep...! Is there a draft in here or something...?"

She had to keep moving as the spooky creep was right behind her, but as she began to pick up her pace... her shirt was lifted over her head, exposing her stomach, sides, and even her bra-clad bust!

"Rmprh, mrph...!!"

She was struggling to get out any words, though it was clear she was immensely embarrassed as her bra came undone and it fell to the ground. She could hear the criminal awkwardly shuffling past her as if not wanting to deal with this, so clearly they weren't doing this...!

Back with Velma, she was having some seemingly harmless fun- after getting the doll version of Daphne's shirt over her head and her bra taken off, she was lightly poking at her breasts while her fingers stroked up and down the sides. She giggled to herself as she indulged in this naughtiness, finding it to be a nice break from losing her glasses and being left crawling around on the ground. 

Smirking, she got really into the role, leaning in and whispering into the doll's ear, "I bet you like that, Daphne, being tickled without being able to stop it..."

Of course, she knew Daphne couldn't really hear her, as it was just a doll...

That was what she believed, of course, but the red-head was soon hearing what felt like Velma's voice in her ear teasing her as she was being tickled by ghostly hands! Was she doing this?!

Whatever was going on right now, she hoped that it was going to end soon, as her laughter was getting so loud at this point she feared she may end up alerting the others! Wait, it felt like the rest of her clothes were being taken off, from her shoes and socks to her panties and the rest of her dress! It seemed Velma did not plan on ending this any time soon!

Daphne definitely planned on getting even with her if she ever managed to find her, as she was unable to move an inch during this whole ordeal.

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"Um, you wanted to see me, Princess...?"

Giving a chuckle, she remarked as she looked down upon her loyal subject, "You may call me Zelda."

Hailing from a distant land and taking refuge in Hyrule in the hopes of making a new life, it was hard for Neka to really fit in among others. After all, she was the only cat girl here, and that wasn't really something people often missed. It got her quite nervous to be called in to speak with the princess herself, and she just hoped whatever she wished to talk about was of a friendly matter.

"A-ah, princess...!"

Suddenly, she felt the pretty blonde girl start to stroke her back gently.

Zelda, smiling in admiration, admitted, "I've always wanted to meet one of your kind, and now I can see I was not wrong in that desire...~"

"I-I must tell you, um, I am quite sensitive...!"

This did not seem to deter the princess in the slightest, and she continued to move her fingers around to poke and stroke at that fluffy grey body of hers. It was hard to really hold still at this point, but Neka felt a strong desire to do so.

Blushing profusely, she realized soon she was purring, something she feared would confuse and disturb Zelda... but instead, she seemed to find it fascinating.

Pulling Neka closer to her body to better feel the vibrations, she sighed, "You are so... soft and comfortable..."

"My P-Princess, um, I don't know what-"

Interrupting with a gentle whisper, Zelda assured her, "You don't have to say a thing. All you need to do is just relax and enjoy...~"

Her fingers were eagerly moving with the intent to evoke a strong reaction and that reaction was exactly what Zelda was getting, to her enjoyment.

"Eehahahah, oh gosh...! Whahahahat if someone hears thihihis...??"

Not seeming that worried about the possibility, she softly responded, "Then they can watch."

Was Zelda actually into the idea of someone seeing this? Goodness, and to think Neka always viewed the princess as someone of great privacy, not as someone who would have a taste for voyeurism... well, it was hard to think too much on that aspect as she was continually tickled. Her tail was twitching quite a bit to indicate she was feeling positive about this and her purring was only getting more intense, bringing the Princess further enjoyment.

It would be several more minutes before this would stop and she'd be able to catch her breath, looking a little bit flustered but not especially upset about what just happened. Zelda just continued to give her a very affectionate smile without saying much more about what had just occurred.

Neka would meet with the Princess quite regularly from that point forward, and of course, it'd all be pretty secret... although at one point Link did walk in and was too flustered to even say anything. Although, Zelda did not seem to mind the idea of him even actively participating.

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"S-spiders always give me the creeps, but I suppose Frisk did say she wanted me to pick her up some snacks..."

Toriel entered Muffet's new restaurant which looked very much like her creepy web-filled place. And as she kept walking forward, she found herself beginning to get more and more stuck in a web that was ensnaring her.

Struggling to move, the motherly goat woman found herself quite worried, and even more when two webs specifically ensnared her arms to hold them over her head. 

From above, she heard a voice remarking, "Ahuhu, seems like I caught something in my web~"

"Um, what is going on, what's the meaning of this...?!"

As she came down to face her, Muffet soon explained, "Oh, you were just saying that spiders scared you, didn't you? And I can't have a customer who is afraid of us, so the only solution is to undergo a bit of... exposure therapy~ Oh, speaking of which..."

Her spiders crawled up Toriel's body and proceeded to work together as one unit to tear off Toriel's robe, and once that was off, it was pretty easy for them to get her bra and panties off as well. And then she could feel her footwear being removed from below, giving her a nervous feeling.

"Muffet, um, I don't think this is necessary, all I needed was to purchase some donuts for my- mrprh...!"

Silencing her by using some webs to hold her mouth shut, she promised her with an excited grin, "I promise that by the time we're done you won't be able to be even a little put off by spiders, my dear~"

Webs were used to lift up Toriel's feet and place them on a comfortable stool and Muffet's many hands began to quickly move up and down.

"Gmrprphrhrhrh...!!"

Amused by her reaction, she decided to bring forth even worse sensations, spiders beginning to crawl up Toriel's body. Some wiggled around on her stomach, some were under her pits, others were going up and down her sides... heck, there were even spiders on her vulnerable sexual areas, such as her breasts and her pussy!

"RMRHRPHPHR, RMGPRHRPHR...~!!"

Grinning in delight, Muffet laughed, "Ahuhuhu, you really are my plaything now! To be honest, I don't even care if this breaks you of your fear of my employees and me- I just want to put you through the most hellish torment~!"

It continued at quite a harsh and thorough rate with Toriel fearing she was going to break completely. Luckily, it would not actually last forever, as Muffet would need to let her go before the next lunch rush...

...but they weren't opening for another hour, so she was likely going to have to suffer a whole lot longer. She'd have to pray that someone would find her before then or that Muffet's spiders may need a break, but from the looks of it, the pastry-loving arachnid was willing to push her spiders to exhaustion to drive Toriel into ticklish insanity.

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"T-that... was... awful..."

The poor girl who managed to get through all one-thousand rooms of Spooky's mansion felt exhausted and burnt out from the constant scares. She hoped whatever was at the end of this thing was worth it, or else she was going to feel like this was all a waste of time.

Then, floating in front of her would be Spooky herself, greeting her, "Wow, you made it. I'm like, really impressed, honestly. I mean, I guess you didn't have much of a choice, but still, it's cool you were able to get through it in one piece."

"Mhm, so... what do I get now?"

Tapping her ghostly chin, Spooky responded, "Well, I have something in mind..."

Spooky began to manifest a more physical form, and one with a lot more curves... and most noticeably was that she had a pair of large bare feet.

"Um, what... are you hinting at here...?"

Noticing the stranger's red face, the ghost girl responded, "Well, I know you've worked hard to get here, so... I think I should allow you to do as you please with me, take out all that frustration building inside you on my vulnerable and sensitive body..."

This... was definitely a tempting offer and one that she was going to take. Her hands soon dove toward Spooky's body and began to move up and down at a rapid pace with the hope to bombard her with the most laugh-inducing sensations that were possible, and it was working.

"Nyeahahahah, oh gohohosh...~!"

Smirking, the human reminded her, "You agreed to this, you can't back out now!"

Spooky made sure to hold nice and still, not wanting to cheat the human out of her victory. It was hard to concentrate at times on not becoming translucent, but luckily she managed.

Every second of this grew more and more torturous for her as she was not used to enduring such feelings. And all the while, the human was enjoying it more and more, not showing any signs of boredom or disinterest. It was clear this could go on for a while if both of them permitted it.

And then, her hands crept up Spooky's dress and got at her bare body, and that was when the real fun began! 

"AAHAHAHAH OH MY GOSH PLEASE HAVE MEHEHEHERCY...!!"

The human pretended not to hear, the relentless tickling continuing at that very same pace.

It would probably be a while until she got at all bored of tickling the ghost girl, and that was for a good reason. After a thousand rooms of pure terror and torment, it was nice to finally get something to do that was actually fun. Of course, one could question how much enjoyment Spooky herself was getting out of this- if anything, this may be sort of a punishment for her- but that was not going to stop the human from having her fun. 

She almost seemed to forget that she wanted to leave the mansion mere moments ago.

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"Raven, um, is this really a training method...? This feels more like, um, bondage."

Raven smirked, having trapped Starfire completely in shadow bonds that were impossible to try to pull free from, and yet the Tamarian was still tugging and squirming in quite an adorable fashion that was so enjoyable.

Looking down at her with a smile, she assured her, "Don't worry, this is all based on a very specific philosophy..."

"Eheh, friend Raven, it is... almost unnerving to see you smiling like this, I must admit."

Not ceasing in her amusement, she stated simply, "Well, get used to it."

Suddenly, shadowy hands rose up from below and began to poke and stroke at the midriff of the orange-haired girl, causing her to let out a series of squeals and gasps. She was wiggling around instinctively but was unable to get away, and that was exactly the intention of Raven's.

"Nyeahah...! What am I supposed to do in this situation...?!"

It was so adorable to listen to her laugh, to the point that Raven almost forgot to give a believable response.

Face a bit red, she elaborated, "Um, it's... an endurance exercise, to test how long you can handle it."

Starfire gave a slight nod while continuing to try to stifle her laughter. Raven didn't want to give her the chance to hold her laughter in, though, so she decided to up the ante a bit.

Letting out a gasp, Starfire proclaimed, "A-are they t-taking off my boots...??"

"Oh, I don't know. They just sort of do what they want..."

She was only half-lying- the shadows were independent of her, but she did give them suggestions that they happily followed. Plus, they did indeed want to tickle her, and they were going to do it with intensity and utmost excitement.

Bursting into loud laughs, Starfire pleaded, "I-I FORFEIT, I GIVE UHUHUHHUP...!"

"Come on, Star, don't you think you can take a little bit more?"

Suddenly, Raven sat right on her face to silence any further pleads, and she began to moan as she groped Starfire's breasts. Goodness, she was not even hiding her lust right now- she was displaying it front and center! 

At this point, this was not even being disguised as a method of training- the rest of Starfire's clothing was soon stripped off, and her entire body was being sensually tickled without a single shred of mercy.

The shadows felt as if they were moving so fast that by the time she got used to them tickling one spot they'd already be tickling somewhere else. She feared that her normally grim and serious friend was going to break her completely as a result of this, but Raven was smart enough to know when to stop.

...and that meant she knew that she could wait a bit longer to give her friend a break, as she's taken worse than this before. And she wanted to make this just slightly worse than that before she let her finally relax.

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Dee Dee had been having some nightmares lately, and Dexter decided to hook her up to a machine of his in order to figure out the root cause. He luckily would not have to jump into her dreams physically- all he had to do was watch them on the screen, and if they got a bit too intense, he could wake her up and pull her out. He was no psychologist, of course, but he figured his genius intellect could help him figure out what was bothering his sister and give her the proper assistance in curbing the scary slumber.

The dream began looking pretty normal, with her just palling around with her friends Mee Mee and Lee Lee at a slumber party. Geez, she even dreams about doing that sort of lame stuff? Why not dream about something cool? Dexter was already judgmental before the scary parts even started.

Suddenly, things got a bit different. Lee Lee held her arms down and Mee Mee sat on her ankles, and the two explained they were going to explain. They were going to tickle Dee Dee for two minutes, and if she laughed, they could do anything they wanted to her.

Dee Dee appeared to shift a bit in her sleep as this dream continued to play out, her friends digging into all her ticklish areas and causing her to strain herself to hold in her laughs. Dexter was very perplexed watching this dream unfold- was this supposed to be scary...?

Then, she broke out in laughter in the last thirty seconds, leaving them to chastise her for failing their game. Then, they got out rope and began to tie her up, even putting a blindfold over her and gagging her with their panties and tape. 

She squirmed around in the hopes of getting them to free her, and her squirming got worse when she realized one of them was getting out a cell phone to start recording.

As her punishment for not holding in her laughter, she was soon being given an onslaught of torture and teases, all with the potential of it being broadcast online for all to see.

A vibrating sound was heard in the dream as they began to use electric toothbrushes to bombard her feet with far more intense sensations, and that was even before they started to use their tongues to lick her vulnerable body.

Finally, she jumped awake, clearly having had enough. 

It was clear to Dexter this was not necessarily a standard nightmare, though it couldn't be simply called a wet dream... were there such things as wet nightmares, in which one is turned on by a dream that also simultaneously scares them...?

Sheepish about analyzing a dream like that, he lied and claimed his device was on the fritz and didn't pick up anything and urged her to get out of his laboratory. Meanwhile, he was now curious if her friends were really the type to do that sort of kinky stuff...

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Azazel never imagined in a million years she'd ever be doing something like this with a demon... but here she was, trusting Modeus to bind her with ropes to the bed and not immediately murder her. 

The two always had a common goal- learning about the lifestyle of others, whether it be humans or demons- so this sort of allowed them to learn together. Modeus had never actually performed the kinky things she learned online on anyone else, and Azazel was interested to see what demons did in their spare time. Therefore, this would kill two birds with one stone.

"Um, please be sure to be gentle!"

Cheeks so red, Modeus muttered, "It gets me so excited hearing you say that~"

Goodness, was there anything that didn't turn her on?

Soon, she would struggle to not squirm as her feet were being lightly poked and prodded. She never would've guessed that tickling would be what intrigued Modeus, but given her studies on her behavior, she supposed it added up. As a demon who already partook in a lot of raunchy sex acts, it probably struck her as even more intriguing and lewd to try some of the tamer fetish stuff.

The ticklish angel squealed loudly as she lightly tugged at her binds, therefore definitively proving there was no way to get out of them. She felt so helpless underneath Modeus, and she supposed that was the intention, right? She had not expected this to already feel so exciting, though... she couldn't possibly be that into this, right?

Then, Modeus brought things to another level- tugging up Azazel's shirt and licking her navel area as she continued to tease her feet with her fingers. She was not playing around, clearly wanting to push the fairly innocent angel to a new level...

"NYEAAHAHAHAHAHAH...!!"

And it was definitely working if that laughter was any indication. Tears began to freely pour down her eyes as she was very ineffective in tugging at her bonds. And this was not even close to being the end, as Modeus had far more in mind for what to do to her. The only rule they came up with was that Azazel wasn't ready for anything to do with actual penetration, and luckily, Modeus did not yet seem like she wanted to go near that area. Unfortunately for the angel, she underestimated just how much tickling Modeus could do.

By the time she stopped, Modeus looked like she was even more into this than before, but she couldn't finish before doing what was the hottest thing in the world in her skewed perspective...

"D-did you... e-enjoy it...~?"

...asking for confirmation that her partner was satisfied.

Upon being untied, Azazel gave Modeus a big hug, expressing her clear enjoyment of doing that. She phrased it as just "a great way of learning about demonic activities" but it was clear she had a deeper reason for enjoying it.

Modeus would be sure to invite her over a lot more often, then!

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The size of the specimen ranges from half a meter to a solid three meters in height, or from 1'7 to 9'10, but they maintain all other key features fairly consistently.

Those who have been able to catch the specimen when not in a ticklish frenzy have noted a neutral, emotionless expression. It has been described as contemplative. However, the moment the creature makes notice of someone worth tickling, they begin to sport a wide grin with their eyes examining every inch of the target's body. This implies that, when not engaging in this act, their mind is completely blank.

While in their smaller state, they resemble a basketball with tiny feet, albeit with pink-and-blue stripes. Facial features are relegated to just round eyes a fourth the diameter of the rest of the body and a mouth which is the combined size of both eyes when in full excited expression.

It is notable that, regardless of size, their body has been noted to be similar to fur in texture. A better description may be some sort of soft fabric or even feathers. The latter would be quite fitting due to the laughter associated with the specimen merely brushing against someone.

At full size, they will resemble an inflatable tube-man used to sell used cars, complete with waving arms. If in a confined space, they will be able to contort their body to fit or simply position themselves horizontally on all fours. They will appear to have actual legs in this form to go along with their stretchy arms. 

While their body appears to have an upper limit in size, it has been observed their limbs can stretch far beyond the height of their body. Those who have initially escaped the specimen have found themselves grabbed by their long limbs and then dragged back. 

Their arms and legs can both be used as means of bondage, wrapping around someone else's limbs and even tying into knots at a whim. The specimen does not seem to find it necessary to use their limbs at all times for actual tickling, often opting to utilize them for the bondage process and then rely on their soft body or their mouth for the tickling itself.

Speaking of the specimen's mouth, their saliva has been seen to function as both an aphrodisiac and a sensitivity-inducing cream. Licking any particular spot will both tickle, arouse, and increase a spot's sensitivity. The effects are noted to last up to an hour after the specimen has vanished and can be exploited by others.

The specimen only seems to speak in teasing, sadistic, and often seductive phrases. Their voice never gets tired and they never wait for the victim to process one phrase before moving to the next.

Of final note is that the specimen has only been able to be stopped once a victim has reached a state of such exhaustion that they cannot be tickled more without passing out. They do not seem to seek to induce unconsciousness.

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Years ago, someone ransacked that "Freddy's Pizzeria" place and stole all the animatronics, keeping them in their house as a keepsake. How they managed to do all that without being caught is completely unknown to anyone not involved, but the real story comes with what happened afterward. 

Rumor had it that the animatronics were haunted long before they were stolen, and they might not have taken kindly to being removed from their place of rest. And so... the poor sap who thought to take those robots ended up suffering a fate so brutal they'd never be seen or heard again.

No, the lady didn't die. In fact, people still swear she's somewhere in her house and that someone who ventures deep enough in there can find her somewhere. However, what happened to her has only ever been seen by those lucky few to sneak in and catch some photos, and most people don't even believe it to be real.

The animatronics appeared to have gathered some information about effective non-fatal methods of torture, and that included tickling. So, as punishment for taking them from their place of origin, they treated the homeowner to some tickling so intense that she broke.

In simple terms, that meant the animatronics managed to drive her to the point of insanity without ever physically harming her. All through the act of tickling, she was brought into complete madness, unable to function in common society again. Now, her quaint house is the stuff of urban legends.

Many people take it as a fun challenge on Halloween night to try to go in there and get a picture of either the animatronics or the one they effectively rendered a shell of a person. The animatronics freely wandered around the house and by now must've memorized its layout, as they were pretty good at hiding in plain sight. Therefore, it was very risky to even take a quick trek through the ground floor, as those animatronics may try to dish out a harsh punishment.

Some people have at least been able to get in there, have an encounter with the animatronics, and then dash out before they were left in the same state as the woman who stole them in the first place. They'd remember the moment of contact for the rest of their lives, but they at least weren't irrevocably shaken. How could tickling break someone, anyway?

To answer that, one would need to actually meet the woman who they have now taken as a prisoner- though once considered her home, it essentially belonged to the animatronics. From what the rumors say, she's being kept alive by the animatronics through various means- forcing her to drink water every so often and giving her food- just so they can continue to dish out their punishment.

People question why they never try to leave the house and head back to the Pizzeria. Really, it's anybody's guess. Maybe spending their time there was a bit less monotonous and more entertaining.

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A human had not entered the Hotel Transylvania in so long, so of course, there were some risks there. It was a lucky thing that Mavis was the first person to find this lucky lady and sneak her up to her room, as that way, nobody ended up spotting her and getting all freaked out.

What did she plan on doing with her, though? Her father may eventually want to come to see her, and then the moment the door is opened, the cover would be blown. Could she really just keep this human hidden indefinitely without anybody ever noticing them there?

Well, she had some plans in mind. First, she stripped the human of all clothing, arguing that her clothes could make unnecessary noises rubbing against the fabric of her bed.

Then, Mavis would gag the human quite effectively using her own socks, stating confidently that it'd be too much of a risk for her to be able to say anything in case anyone came near her door.

Then, in a bit more of a dubious claim, she stated that she had to blindfold the human. Mavis explained this by saying that it avoided the risk of her seeing anything that startled her, and if she never got scared, then the human wouldn't end up squirming or making more noise than needed.

The adorable female human was clearly a bit nervous about being in this position, especially knowing she was completely alone with Mavis. To try to relax her, the one-hundred-and-eighteen-year-old vampire performed what she called a relaxing massage on her entire body.

She would've liked to explain to Mavis that it felt less like a massage and more like tickling, but again, she was unable to speak a single word. Even her muffled giggles were barely audible, which gave Mavis an interesting challenge- could she tickle her enough that her laughter would come through even her layer of gags?

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Dracula had never had this happen before. It was dinnertime and her daughter was nowhere to be found! Goodness, what could she be doing that was more important than a good meal? He really needed to investigate...

He went to her room and gave a knock, and then heard some shuffling with blankets and sheets, and what seemed like the sound of hurrily putting on clothing. 

Finally, the door cracked open, and Mavis appeared looking quite excited to eat.

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Mavis had promised the human she'd bring back some food for her, and that was a relief- after what they just did, it felt like she could use some energy. 

There was still something unnerving knowing that only one person knew she was here right now. Then again, it was also kind of exciting. From what she could see of Mavis before she got blindfolded, she was very, very attractive...

Even if she never leaves this room again, the human thinks she's going to be fairly content with this situation. She trusts Mavis won't drink her blood at this point.

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"Ugh... w-what happened...?"

Princess Leia had been in a heated hover-bike chase with two Scout Troopers, and near the end, she ended up in a collision with one of them that caused her to fly out of her vehicle and pass out from the impact. When she woke up, it appeared as if she was all tangled by the vines, unable to budge at all.

"J-just gotta... pull myself free... would really kill to have some of Luke's powers right now, gotta see if I can get him to train me with those... wait, do I hear something over there...?!"

She grew panicked, fearing that it would be another Imperial soldier looking to capture her, but... all she saw were a bunch of little furry bear creatures. She wasn't quite sure what they were but she didn't think they looked too hostile, so she spoke in a friendly manner to them. 

"U-um, hello little guys, my name is Leia! If you would be kind enough, could you let me out of these vines?"

They came closer after listening to her words, soon beginning to inspect the vines, giving little tugs as if to test if they were really trapping her.

"Y-yes, those vines. If you just loosen them I may be able to- wait, what are you doing?"

She realized something was not right here- they weren't merely testing the vines' tightness, they were tightening them to keep her even more still!

"H-hey, come on, I really need to be-"

She silenced herself when they began to remove her boots and then her socks underneath, now starting to poke at her bare feet with their fuzzy paws!

"Mprh, p-please, i-if I laugh they might f-find me...!"

They seemed to take this into consideration, and so they used some rocks to form a makeshift step-ladder, and then... shoved her socks into her mouth as a gag to keep her quiet!

"Rmprhr...!!"

This solved the problem in their eyes, and they began to tickle her with even more intensity, paws brushing all over her body to try to evoke a cute reaction.

"Rmrphr, grmphrhp...!!"

This was quite humiliating indeed! She was a former princess of a planet, she deserved more respect than to be the toys of these creatures! If anything, they looked like they'd be the toys- not because she thought she was above them, they just looked fluffy and cute.

By the time they stopped, Han and Luke had already found her, the latter clearly embarrassed to see her like this but the former appearing as if he was pleased by the sight. She was finally freed from the vines and was able to get some stretching in, and all the while, her soon-to-be husband clearly seemed excited by the thought of doing something like that with her later.

Years later, they'd send their son Ben off to be babysat by Chewie and Lando so they could engage in a bit of ticklish fun together, this time with no Ewoks.

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Wanda Maximoff sighed as she finished brewing what was said to be quite a powerful potion that could help her focus her powers and avoid flying off the handle. She began to slowly sip it, downing the whole thing in a few seconds. It had a pretty fine taste, although the important thing was not flavor but whether it had the desired results. She didn't feel much different so far, so she just had to try to perform some magic and see if she was able to do it any faster or better. 

Humming to herself, she began to try...

"H-huh...?!"

Suddenly, her clothes began to pull off of her body!

She was definitely not intending to do this, and she grew quite worried. She tried to call her clothes to get back on, but they continued to pull off and leave her soon completely bare in her own room.

"O-okay, just need to... close the window blinds- a-ah...!"

Suddenly, it seemed as if she was pulled onto the bed and pinned down! It felt like her arms and legs were being tied to the bedpost despite no ropes being visible! What in the world was going on, and why would the potion she brewed do something like this? What did she miss in that recipe?!

"Gyahahah, noohoho...!"

Before she could ask any further questions, invisible fingers began to dance all over her body, causing her to laugh profusely.

"O-oh my gohohosh, someone help me, I-I can't take thihihis...!"

She didn't want anyone to find her like this in the best circumstance, but given that she was unable to move and she was being tickled by something completely unperceivable and unstoppable, it felt like the only choice she had was to try to find someone to get this to end.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and she found she was back on her bed in the same position she was in before, sitting completely still with her clothes on... and only a sip of the potion had been drunken.

Wait, what was that? Did she cast an illusion on herself to make her think she was being tickled?

Gosh, if she only drank a sip and it did that, imagine what would've happened if she really drank the whole thing.

Then, she began to blush profusely, realizing that may not be the worst thing if she were to negate any side-effects...

From that point forward, she'd have to find a way to only do this in private and make sure she had a fail-safe to avoid being trapped in a ticklish illusion for too long. She was still not entirely sure how the potion did that, exactly, but she was not really complaining that much.

Eventually, she had so much of it brewed she could make a business out of selling it to kinky people... though for right now she was keeping it as her special secret, as it felt like she'd never live it down if someone found it out.

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"Ah, it is so nice to keep order around here..."

Tasque Manager hummed as she made sure all her paintings were straightened, all the vases were in their proper places, and everything, in general, was prim and proper. Gosh, it felt so great to be diligent and tidy all the time! Queen was going to be so proud of her when she shows her-

"E-eep...!"

Suddenly, she felt something odd... as if someone was messing with her little plug-tail.

Turning, she saw one of her Tasques was currently nuzzling against it and pawing at it like it was some kind of toy.

"Um, p-please do not touch that, it is v-very sensitive!"

The Tasque tilted their head and then backed away, and she let out a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn't going to have to worry about defending that area of her body...

"Hmm It Seems Someone Is Ticklish (uwu)"

She gasped and saw Queen was standing right there, having just snuck in while she was in the middle of her chores!

"A-ah, Queen...! Um, y-yes, my tail is a little bit uh, sensitive, but that will not interfere with my work, I assure- ah, what are you-??"

Suddenly, Queen took a hold of her tail by the very end of it and began to trace her fingers up and down.

"Ohoho, How Cute, I Just Wanna Play With It Forever And Ever And Ever (>:3)"

It was clear she was in quite a mischievous mood, and this meant that the poor Manager was going to have to suffer for it. If she were to try to pull away or get angry, she may get punished, so she had to just hold still and force herself to be embarrassed.

"Q-Queen, ahahah, p-please, I-I can't h-hahahandle this...!"

She gently begged for her to stop while barely holding her composure, but nothing she said was working. It was as if Queen was in a whole different world at this point as she focused intently on teasing her.

"Okay I Will Stop... Using My Bare Hands, LOL!"

Then, Queen took out a feather from nowhere and used it to trace up and down her tail's wire, making this feel even worse!

"EEAAHAHAHAAHAH WHERE DID YOU EVEN GET THAAHAHAHAHAT?!"

"IDK But This Is Way Better Now"

She couldn't do anything to stop this or else risk being accused of insubordination, so she just continued to receive this humiliating treatment.

Queen finally stopped after what felt like forever and gave her a final poke of her plug before being on her way, making her sigh with relief... but now about half a dozen Tasques were staring at her and her currently twitching tail.

"Um, just stay back, I don't want any-"

She was quickly pinned down while the various kitties played with her tail, sending her into a ticklish frenzy. Goodness, it certainly was hard trying to keep order in a place this chaotic! Hopefully she never has to deal with this again...

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"W-what's going on...?"

Monika found herself waking up in the classroom, but this time, she was tied to one of the desks with her feet bare and propped up on top of a different desk. Then, she realized the other girls were all looking at her with mischievous grins on their faces.

Giggling, Sayori explained, "We know what you were trying to do, corrupting our personalities and then deleting us to have the player to yourself."

"What did you think you'd be the only one who could find out about that?" Natsuki snarked, crossing her arms smugly.

Nodding, Yuri shyly elaborated, "W-we decided we're going to need to give you a punishment, to m-make sure you don't do that again."

"Ah, girls, come on! We don't need to do this! I promise I'll never do anything like that again! In fact, it'll just be us four from now on, I-"

Before she could finish her explanation, the onslaught of torment began, fingers skittering up and down her soles in a rapid motion. Sayori was wiggling her toes around, Natsuki was dancing her fingers in circles in the center, and Yuri was teasing her arches down at the bottom with excitement.

Grinning in delight, Sayori admitted, "Wow, this is really fun!"

"Eheh, yep, she laughs so loud, she's lucky we're basically the only ones here~"

Yuri, getting more confident now, softly added, "S-she really is all ours..."

"AAAAHAHAH, COME ON GIHIHIHIHIRLS, I GOT THE IDEA, I DON'T NEED THE PUNISHMEHEHEHEENT!"

What would it take for them to be convinced that she had learned her lesson? From what she could tell, they'd probably not let her free until they felt she was properly submissive, and who knows when they thought that was the case. It was only a few minutes in and she was already being driven wild!

It'd be about thirty more minutes of nonstop tickling when they finally decided to give her a break, beginning to untie her bonds.

"A-ah, t-thank gosh... wait, what happened to my powers, exactly? I could've sworn I was able to hack into the codes..."

Giving a succinct response, Sayori stated, "Oh yeah, we all worked together to alter the codes so that you would be prevented from using your powers until we gave the command, but since you did so well..."

Monika suddenly felt as if she could feel her powers returning, and so...

...she placed the three girls in stocks, their toes tied back with string!

"A-ah, wait a second...!" Sayori gasped as the other two looked flustered.

Giggling, the club president assured them, "There's no hard feelings, and after this I promise things will go back to normal, but I figured I ought to have my shot at a bit of ticklish fun!"

And so, the three girls would be given quite the tickle treatment, with Monika making sure not to hold back in any way whatsoever. By the time she was done, they probably would give Monika anything that she wanted!

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Lola Bunny was skeptical when she ended up receiving a mysterious package that only had the simple words "OPEN ME" engraved on the top. 

Looking down at the box, she'd remark to the audience, "The number one rule of cartoons is to never trust a sealed container that doesn't have specific instructions. To be safe, I'm just going to put it back outside..."

She lifted it up, beginning to head toward the door... but stopping halfway there, she began to feel a temptation building.

"Hm, well... at the same time, I'm sure it'd be way funnier if I opened it..."

She decided to take the risk, slowly pulling the ribbon off the top and then opening the box... and then she immediately regretted it.

A pair of mechanical arms reached from the box and ripped her top off, and before she could cover her breasts, they also tore off her shorts and then grabbed her arms to stretch them up toward the ceiling!

"H-HEY, LET GO OF ME-!"

Then, another pair grabbed her legs, holding her in a spread-eagle position in the air. Worse was to come, though, as a third pair emerged... holding a bottle of lotion quite ominously.

Blushing, she'd try to plead, "Y-you uh, don't need to use that...!"

However, the hands did not listen, squirting it over themselves before lathering up and then rubbing Lola's entire bare body!

It wasn't even tickling yet and it already felt quite overstimulating! This wasn't even the beginning of the torment...!

To make her easier to keep still, ropes chains were pulled from the bag and attached to the ceiling and floor, keeping her in a perfect immobile position. Then, the three pairs of hands that were there so far also pulled out some other tools- feathers, hairbrushes, various buzzing devices... 

"C-come on, hey, I'm sure there's something else you... weird hands need more! Maybe a manicure...?"

The hands almost looked like they were staring at her for a moment before the vibrating tools were turned on and they sprung to action!

She gave a cartoonish gulp before...

"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHH!!"

...bursting out into uncontrollable laughter, unable to help herself now.

Who could be doing this? And why wasn't she able to escape? 

Ah, to answer the first question, the box was perfectly labeled as "TOON-PROOF" on the bottom and she just missed it. No toon could escape from the box's wrath!

And then, for the first question, someone just outside was using binoculars to watch... none other than Minerva Mink, seemingly jealous over Lola retaining the spotlight while she was shelved after just two appearances.

Giggling to herself as she watched, she remarked, "Yeah, this definitely feels like a satisfying conclusion..."

She failed to notice one of the hands sneaking out of the door to grab her by the leg to drag her in.

"H-huh...?! No, wait, you're only supposed to target Lola, not me...!"

Maybe she should've thought about that before pulling this trick and not setting up proper precautions...

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"Ryan, you promise this is actually going to be something good...? You said last week you were gonna treat me too, and then you just bought tickets to a theme park where half the rides were shut down..."

"Hey, that place had a nice atmosphere! But I promise that this is going to be a real, genuine treat~"

Min-Gi shrugged, opening his eyes to find...

...his boyfriend's feet bare in front of him with his hands behind his head.

Face reddening, he stammered and tried to ask what was going on here, but he was unable to say a thing.

Smirking, Ryan explained, "I could tell you had something going on with feet and figured I should indulge you a bit, so even though I'm a bit ticklish, I'm giving you permission to do anything you want to my feet! Just uh, be sure not to drive me too crazy!"

Gosh, he had no idea what to say. Part of him wanted to deny the idea that he was into feet, but it would be a bit silly to deny it at this point. He'd been caught staring at Ryan as he was changing clothes a bit too often now.

Sitting beside those bare soles, he began to give a few curious pokes, and he could tell just from looking at Ryan's face that he was very sensitive. Just those little touches made him wiggle around and visibly hold back a smirk. Goodness, this was going to be really fun.

His hands began to move up and down at a nice pace, and Ryan began to give out a consistent laugh. The sound was music to Min-Gi's ears, and given that they literally performed as a musical duo, that was saying something. Although, maybe Ryan just had perfect tone even when laughing...

At a certain point, he had to stop just to give Ryan a break, but he appeared to try to claim he was totally fine.

"H-hey, it's cool, keep going...!"

Smirking, Min-Gi teased, "You were quite literally slamming your hand on the bed from how much you were laughing."

"Well uh, that's just what I do when I'm excited!"

Blushing, he then asked, "Do you... want me to keep going, then?"

"Um... yeah, I guess you can say I do..."

It was clear neither of them wanted this to end anytime soon, and so, their little bit of ticklish fun continued.

Ryan and Min-Gi had never done anything like this before- they had only started dating recently so anything kinky was foreign to them- but really, this was quite tame compared to what they've heard of other couples doing. Plus, it was a great bonding activity, as it involved a lot of communication and making sure the one knew what was too much for the other.

The two kept this up until both of them were too tired to continue, and then, they just laid together and giggled. Yep, that was quite a treat for the cute couple.

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It had been years since Zim last tried to destroy Dib or since Dib last tried to reveal Zim's identity to the world. Zim realized that, since the Irken Empire was pretty much fallen, he had no real reason to keep up the act, and Dib realized that- since he saved the entire world- he was fairly satisfied with his lot in life. He didn't care anymore about getting recognition, nor did his alien neighbor care anymore about getting approval from people who he basically unintentionally killed. Well, he was pretty sure they died- they haven't come back yet, anyway.

Now, the two of them were basically roommates, and GIR was both their pet and their son in an odd way- along with being a body guard. Tonight, they were going to watch a movie, with Zim finding the concept silly by its very nature but claiming he was just doing it to make his "puny human friend" happy.

Dib, wanting to see if he could actually surprise Zim, proceeded to put on the scariest movie he could find- Skull Stompers: Rise of Corpsea. It was so gorey that an entire half an hour had to be cut from the theatrical release, but with the new Director's Cut, the movie was now in its full two-and-a-half hour glory with all the bloody bits kept in. He rapidly explained this all to a disinterested and unimpressed Zim who claimed that nothing could scare an Irken.

Thirty minutes in, Dib was grinning as he admired the cinematography and the visuals while Zim was looking unnerved. Cinema had a way to make even the biggest skeptic feel like they were right there, and that was the case here. He trembled lightly as the main character signed a flashlight down a darkened hall...

...and then, as a prank, Dib suddenly grabbed Zim by the sides, causing him to jump!

He paused the movie to not miss any action and so he could let out a hearty laugh, but then he realized Zim was blushing profusely, and... wait, what was that sound he had made?

Now realizing what he had heard, he questioned, "Are you uh, ticklish, Zim?"

"...if you dare to tell anyone about this I am going to feed your intestines to pigs...!"

Not even remotely intimidated, he grinned and wiggled his fingers ominously.

Zim began to run from him but was pinned down, the ticklish attack commencing.

Squealing out loud, he pleaded, "G-GIHIHIR, DESTROY HIHIHIHM...!"

"Huh...? Sorry, I am busy right now...!"

GIR was in the other room drizzling maple syrup onto a large stack of pancakes and then just guzzling the rest of the bottle, clearly not caring about serving sizes.

By the time that Dib finished off his little attack, Zim seemed like he was ready to call it a night, but Dib had other plans.

Dragging him to the couch again, he promised, "If you get too scared, I'll be sure to hold you really close..."

Humans were terrifying...

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"Bulma, I mean this politely, but... what in the world are you supposed to be?"

Chi-Chi had put on a straight-forward costume- dressing as Mai Shiranui just as an excuse to be a bit slutty, not that one needed that much of an excuse at a Halloween party- but she was very confused by her blue-haired friend's choice of costume.

Giggling, the clearly somewhat inebriated girl responded, "What do you mean? I think it's obvious..."

She was coated head-to-toe in feather-based attire, even her gloves being fluffy and soft.

"...what, you're just a bird? Doesn't seem all that creative, honestly."

Shaking her head, Bulma corrected, "Nope, I'm what I know you fear most..."

She leaned forward to whisper right into Chi-Chi's ear something that sent a chill down her spine.

"Tickling."

Even being married to someone who constantly put the world in danger, she was still able to be surprised sometimes, and that definitely did it for Chi-Chi! How did her friend realize she was so weak to even the mere thought of...?

Shaking her head, she urged desperately, "Y-you can't do this, not when people are watching! I wanted this to be a fun party, not an embarrassing one!"

"Okay, I'm not gonna tickle you in front of anybody... but in exchange, you come with me once the party is over and we have our own bit of fun together..."

She questioned how much of this was motivated by Bulma simply being intoxicated and not thinking clearly... but nevertheless, she decided to accept the offer, thinking that this may be an opportunity to explore things she never had before with her Saiyan husband.

"E-eep! H-hey, no fahahair...!"

Smirking as she sat down on her legs and poked at her thighs, Bulma teased, "You made your super skimpy and sexy bed, so you sleep on it~"

"I-I'M GONNA KILL YOHOHOHU...!!"

Giving a cocky grin, Bulma threatened with a wiggle of her fingers, "I could make this so much worse for you if I wanted."

All of a sudden, Chi-Chi straightened up and went silent, fearing what this would be like if her friend went completely all-out.

Gohan and Goten could hear the sounds of... something odd happening in the other room and decided not to inquire with their mother about taking them trick-or-treating, deciding they could probably just walk themselves around this year. Plus, they didn't wanna risk being traumatized.

Later that night, Bulma would leave and leave Chi-Chi a blushing, twitching mess. Dang, she never had a Halloween that good when she was a kid, and she definitely never had that kind of fun with Goku! Should she try to talk him into doing stuff like this with her, or... should she just make it a tradition to sneak off and have fun with his rival's wife?

Well, they'd decide that the next time they had a big holiday that gave everybody an excuse to get inebriated and dress cute... and she was sure she'd rock a Santa outfit.

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Pearl provided Amethyst with a gentle foot massage...

Red Action cuddled a continually giggling Enid...

Marceline was rewarded for her patience by a nice smooch session from her princess girlfriend...

Peach made sure to let Daisy have a breather even while enjoying her embarrassment...

Johanna was given time between this show and the next to let her feet have a rest...

...okay, Uzi isn't getting any sort of rest, so i guess she won't count for this category...

Charlie and Vaggie's tickle war would end with them snuggling to soothe their ticklishly aching bodies...

Jenny Wakeman... okay, she's on the camp of Uzi, those Cousins have no mercy...

Minnie Mouse was sure to let Daisy Duck rest, and eventually, offer her feet as compensation...

Wow, Officer Jenny has mercy even on Team Rocket grunts, what a great example!

Jessica Rabbit let Betty Boop have a breather despite how turned on she was by the relentless torture...

Toru Hagakure gave some time for Ochaco to rest, though her invisibility meant she could strike again at any time...

When Velma realized what had happened, she was sure to apologize to Daphne and let her have a break...

That cute original cat character would be given a break from Zelda's ticklish teases eventually...

Toriel got such a thorough snuggle session from Muffet she ended up learning to love spiders in a way...

Spooky was given a break even when she kind of didn't deserve it...

Raven let Starfire breathe, though urged they definitely needed more training sessions later...

Dee Dee... was an odd case, as it was all just a dream, but she at least eventually got a dream with some soft massages...

It appeared that even Modeus the lustful demon had some sense of mercy... unlike those cousins and those Murder Drones.

The tickle monster of legend seemed to know when to stop, not wanting to drive its victims too crazy.

Well... Freddy's animatronics didn't really know mercy, that's more of a human thing.

Or not, as Mavis the vampire was willing to give her human pet some time to breathe...

The Ewoks had some sense of compassion so they didn't let Leia get too much tickling...

Scarlet Witch's dilemma wouldn't apply as well but she knew when to give herself a break...

Tasque's ticklish tail would eventually be spared, but mostly because Queen had other things to do...

Monika's punishment of the other girls ended with everyone getting some nice cuddles in...

Lola Bunny and Minerva Mink would settle their differences once the tickling was over...

Ryan and Min-Gi gave each other some tender love after the tickling finished...

Dib rewarded Zim's endurance with some soft kisses that embarrassed him...

...and our good friend Chun-Li was not spared this gentle treatment.

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And so, what lessons were learned from this TickleTober? Well, of course, one cannot understate how powerful tickling can be, but at the same time... what comes after is just as important.

Happy Halloween, and to all a good laugh!