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Sheriff Tenna was caught by the noose trap. He was hanging upside down.
"H-hey! Leave my boots alone!" Sheriff tried to raise his voice above his usual whisper as Outlaw Spamton grabbed his boots by the ankles and pulled them off, only his black stockings covering his large feet.
"Wow, ya got big feet," Spamton blinked. Tenna's feet tried to hide themselves.
"Shut up," the Sheriff sounded angry, but he was actually highly embarrassed. A light blush appeared.
"How rude," Outlaw snorted before he grabbed the stockings by the toes and pulled them off, "I'll show ya what I do to rude folks,"
"What? Remove their socks?" the Sheriff sounded confused.
"No," Outlaw shook his head before running a finger from the ball of a foot to the heel, "This!"
The gigantic foot jerked as the sheriff made a stifled snort.
"Ooh, this is rich!" Outlaw chuckled, "I was hopin' yer ticklish and those gorgeous feet of yers seem to be quite ticklish,"
"Ticklish?" Sheriff sounded confused.
"Yeah, don't deny it, big fella," Outlaw cooed as he stroked both soles lovingly. He purred as he heard the Sheriff struggling so hard not to laugh as the toes cutely curl themselves tightly, "Aww, such a tough fella with such cute, tender and too ticklish soles. Wonder if these adorable toes are just as ticklish?~"
"This little piggy went to market. This little piggy stayed home~" the outlaw cooed as he wiggled the big toes and then the long second toes next to it after he removed the gloves.
"What are ya--doininn??" Sheriff's voice became a soft whine before he bit his lips to keep the giggles in.
"Playin' This Li'l Piggy. Surely yer ma played it with ya when yer small?" Spamton cooed as he quickly wiggled each toe on both foot before spidering all fingers from the tip of the toes to the heels; which made Tenna buck and squeak, "Especially with such cute and ticklish tootsies~~"
"NOhohoho!!" Sheriff struggled not to laugh as Spamton's fingers danced frantically all over his feet and over random spots. He even tried to kick the fingers away, "Stoohooph thahat! SNRK!"
"Oh my, the big bad tough sheriff of TV Town have such tender, ticklish tootsies~~" Spamton cooed playfully, "I'm barely touching ya. Have ya never been tickled before, big guy?"
"No--EEK!" Sheriff Tenna let out a high-pitched squeal as Spamton's fingers stroked against the pads of his tightly clenched toes, the top and spots in-between. The poor digits tried to spread out to get away from the attacks, which just gave Spamton room to gently scratch between his toes.
"EEk! HAHAH! Noho--HEHEHAH!! EHEEHEK NOHOT therehre!!!" Tenna squeaked and struggled, trying to kick his feet and curl his toes tightly as Spamton used his fingers to tickle Sheriff Tenna's toes all over from the pads, underneath and in-between.
As Tenna curled his toes, it trapped Spamton's fingers underneath them, leaving only his thumbs free. Using his thumbs, he gently rubbed and massaged the middle of the arches. He also rubbed his palms against the soles.
"Ohh! Ahhh. Heeeheee!" Sheriff Tenna felt himself melt at the massage, giggles escaping as the thumbs attacked sensitive spots between massages.
"Sheesh, yer quite tense here," Spamton shook his head in amusement as his trapped fingers tickled under the defenseless toes, "Makes sense. Ya never seem to be relaxed,"
"Of coohooorse! Yoohoo alwwha--EEEEK!--ahahaheheheeehees--HAHAH!!" Sheriff Tenna shrieked as Spamton snuck some tickles between massages as soon as the Sheriff's toes let go of his fingers.
"Always what, Big Tough Guy?" Spamton cooed as he massaged the very sore, tired and too ticklish feet with his hands, "Hm. Yer very tense all over yer extremely tired and sore feet,"
Spamton gave a sympathetic smile as he continued to massage.
"No wonder yer always so grumpy. So much tension and knots from the tip of these cute toes to the yer cute heels," Spamton cooed sweetly, "All that hard work ya always do for em, yet they don't even hire a personal massaseuer for ya. I'm surprised yer feet are still so soft after all this time,"
"Hahah! Theheehy--dodoHOOHONt-EEEK--cahhare abouoohout me," Tenna admitted between laughs and Spamton snuck some tickles between massages.
"Liar! Surely yer well-liked! Everyone admired yer stoic, tough personality. How ya always helped others out," Spamton pointed each one out by poking sensitive spots, making the usually stoic, grumpy sheriff giggle, "And if they knew about yer cute laugh and smile, I bet everyone will tickle ya all the time!"
"N-no! HhehehAHAA!!" the sheriff shook his head frantically, "They wohohhoon't!"
"Just for that, I'm gonna tickle yer handsome feet until ya make up for all those years ya never smiled or laughed," Spamton threatened before he started raking his nails all over the trapped feet.
Oh, how he adored hearing the adorable laugh as he made the usually stoic, grouchy, never-smiling sheriff laugh-snort on top of his voice with just a little bit of tickling. It was music to his ears.
Poor Sheriff Tenna was trapped by his former deputy and at his mercy of his tickle torture. Will he ever be freed?
The End