*Pictures of unfortunate damsels tickled in the story can be found from posts below*
...as if I didn't have other things - tickling and other - to write, but since the new Super Smash Brothers game has had me hooked and eaten most of my free time since it's release, I might as well obey my impulse to write a short story about certain female characters. My most sincere apologies to Nintendo.
If you got no damn clue about what Super Smash Brothers Ultimate and World of Light are and happen care about all this beyond just women from Nintendo games being tickle tortured, I recommend watching the intro cutscene to World of Light mode for a little -and not necessarily even essential- piece of context. youtube.com/watch?v=nPPlDmOVnVs
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When the brave fighters who opposed Galeem's and Master Hand's creation of world of light were consumed, they were imprisoned and enslaved to create Galeem's puppet fighters. Most of the fighters would be put in shackles glowing blue to their dark prisons, held in stasis-like state on pedestals while the evil clones they were made to puppeteer wrecked havoc upon the world. The state and fate of some fighters however, was far more sinister, as Galeem unleashed it's most terrible minions to punish them for their defiance. The Tickling Hands.
Peach and Daisy, princesses of Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland, had initially been relieved of discovering that being devoured by light merely transported them to a dark place, where they were restrained on pedestals. They were also glad that they were together. Both princesses had plenty of experience about being the damsel in distress, so the captivity itself didn't honestly make them that nervous. After all, they had always been ultimately rescued. But this, this was something different. The princesses were both locked in stocks, and their footwear had been removed. Their arms were tied behind their backs with the supernatural blue chains rendering them helpless and their powers useless, meaning they had no way to help themselves. Even worse, their toes were tied to the stocks with little clamps made of same material as their shackles. As the helpless royals were wondering what would happen to them, they got the answer as four disembodied white hands, human sized, small compared to Master Hands, appeared in front of them, each holding gleaming feathers.
"Oh no no no no they would not oh please no!" Peach uttered in panic, squirming and desperately pulling her feet as they hands got closer and closer, and exploded in hysterical laughter as the feathers made contact with her soles. She and Daisy both were ticklish, but these sensations were something they could not have even imagined. It was clear that they were not being tickled by ordinary feathers. The laughing princesses kept begging and pleading to anything and anyone to make the Tickling Hands stop, looking at each other with frantic eyes only to always see the partner in torment as helpless as herself. The feathers seemed to eventually find their most sensitive spots, going under and between Peach's toes and tickling the sides of Daisy's feet, a treatment that eventually drove both ladies to silent laughter. After a long time that felt far longer for poor monarchs, the feathers disappeared from the Tickling Hands, and both women sighed in relief as they were finally able to stop giggling. They respite was short lived, however, as the four Tickling Hands snapped their fingers and new tools of punishment materialized in their grasp. Hairbrushes.
The desperate wails of the women that soon turned into series of shrieks that could barely be recognized as laughter echoed in their dark prison, unheard to anyone outside. Both princesses were clinging into hope that the heroic plumber and his little brother would save them as always, not knowing that both of them had also fallen to Galeem and were in blissful stasis. There would be no usual rescue for Peach and Daisy from this peril, as their torment went on and on.
In another dark prison, another princess was suffering her own ordeal at hands of the tickling hands. Princess Zelda, wise ruler of Hyrule, was chained standing against the wall, and was being tormented by six Tickling Hands herself. Her outfit with short, loose sleeves left her armpits vulnerable, and they were both being mercilessly feathered by a Tickling Hand. What drove her nuts the most however, were the Tickling Hands working higher. One thin blue chain restrained her head to the wall behind her, and those terrible hands and their feathers were stroking her elegant neck and cute, pointy ears. The ear tickling was absolutely the worst. She had no idea she even was ticklish there, and how ticklish? So ticklish that she would have rather taken all those feathers to any other spot, as long as they left her ears in peace. The feathers kept sweeping each inch of her large ears again and again, and even if Zelda could have begged for mercy through her laughter, none would have been granted. Tears were streaming from her large blue eyes and waves and waves of involuntary laughter erupted from her mouth.
"This can't go on! I can't stand it! I CAN'T STAND IT!" Hylian princess thought. "Link! Please! Save me!" But as was the case with other princesses, her hero was imprisoned in stasis as well, and the Tickling Hands would have their way.
Cosmic princess Rosalina wasn't faring much better in her own prison. She was hanging in the air above her pedestal, chains attached to it and the high ceiling, and Rosalina herself tied in X-position. She was shaking, writhing to her best ability, throwing her head back and side to side, and cackling like a madwoman, despite no Tickling Hands in sight, but keen eye could see movement under her huge and loose blue dress. Eight Tickling hands had moved under it, and were tickling her vulnerable skin with their fingers, driving the poor space maiden beyond hysteria. Her ribs were her absolute weakness, and they were being ticklishly ravaged by four ruthless hands. They tickled on her rib bones, skin between them, kneading, poking and stroking, making Rosalina wish she could jump out of her skin. Four other hands were at work lower, two tickling her sides and hips, and two taking ticklish care of her thighs and occasionally squeezing her knees, making her shake her legs even harder in attempt to repel her tormentors, but to no avail. By commanding her Luma companion she could easily beat these terrible hands off her body, but it was not to be. The Luma was in the same prison with her, on pedestal raised opposite to her, put to stasis by Galeem. So close yet so far away, the Luma rested in front of suffering Rosalina's eyes, as if it was there only to mock her and remind her of her utter helplessness. She might have superhuman powers in space, but here, in Galeem's prison, she was merely a hapless damsel.
Corrin, shapeshifting fighter with power of dragons, often went about her business barefoot. She had believed this had made her feet durable against pretty much anything, but Galeem's Tickling Hands had proven her wrong. She was locked inside her hollow pedestal, upside down in a world of darkness. The only thing visible of her were her feet, sticking out of the pedestal and her toes tied to it with small blue chains. A swarm of Tickling Hands, each with different tickling instruments, was hovering above them, taking turns at tormenting them. Feathers, brushes, flowers that made them itch, electric tickle torture tools, their fingers, devices unknown to the world... Corrin's immobile feet were helpless against all of them, as constant overflow of changing yet always ticklish sensations on the bottoms of her feet shocked her whole body. It was absolutely quiet in Corrin's prison, except occasional sounds made by tickling instruments, and her feet remained almost completely motionless, despite some occasional twitching. Inside the pedestal, things were completely different. Corrin's roaring laughter echoed of the walls of her round hell, as she was writhing in ticklish agony. She tried to reach up, banged ceiling and walls around her as her arms flailed wildly and desperately tried to transform into her dragon form, but it was all useless. She would remain in this torture chamber intended for her until someone rescued her, and chances of that... They are looking slim.
Goddess Palutena wasn't exactly feeling as powerful as she was. She was tightly chained in similar way Rosalina in her prison, but in straight I-position. Not only were her arms chained together from their wrists, but also from their elbows, making Palutena feel more vulnerable than she could imagine she would feel. Even divine beings have their weaknesses, and Palutena's upper body had several. First were her armpits, that were being tickle torture by a Tickling Hand each. Their fingers were ruthless, making the goddess weep tears of forced laughter as they wiggled against her hollow and tense armpits. Her second weakness was her most well hidden and shameful one. Goddess Palutena had excruciatingly sensitive breasts, and somehow these fiendish Tickling Hands had known it. They had pulled her strapless dress down, exposing her bosom, and two more Tickling Hands using atrocious feather dusters that almost entirely covered them to make her truly suffer. She had long since stopped begging, and tried to focus on standing this hellish torment, that felt more and more unbearable as slow seconds passed. The feather dusters were twirling as they swept over her bare breasts, the most most terrible fact being that the ticklish sensations never left her hypersensitive nipples alone. The faint feelings of enjoyment this teasing of torture of her breasts may have brought her didn't console her at all, and only added aspect of maddening frustration to her ordeal. She had a feeling Pit could not save her from this mess, and she was absolutely right. Like many heroes, he too was held in stasis as his goddess suffered. Palutena didn't bother to contemplate the irony of the situation when she, a goddess herself, started praying for a miracle.
Lucina, time traveling warrior woman, had been in quite a few troubles during her life. This felt like something she would not get out of. She was sitting on a chair in her pedestal, chained to it by blue shackles, laughing and pleading. Her legs had been tied to spread, and two Tickling Hands were assigned to mercilessly squeeze her thighs, just where her clothing was thinnest. Lucina cursed herself for not covering her most ticklish spot better, but how was she supposed to know this was what Galeem had in mind for her? She had already learned though, that this was not the worst part of her torture. A third hand appeared in front of her, like it had done a few times already.
"Noohoho, nohot agahain, dohon't you dahahahaare!" Lucina shouted through her involuntary mirth, but the third Tickling Hand did what Lucina knew it would do. A new shackle emerged, binding Lucina's head to the chairs backrest. Feather appeared in grasp of the Tickling hand, and it begun to play it's role in causing Lucina discomfort. The feather begun to tickle Lucina's nose, teasing it and tickling inside the nostrils. The sensation was maddening. It tickled, itched, made Lucina want to sneeze so bad, but she could not. And the maddening feeling just could not stop, being a devastating combination together with tickling. Lucina was screaming with her mouth open before the feather even started, and would keep screaming for quite a while.
Constant screaming filled another prison too, where the pedestal was empty. The occupant of this prison, tactician Robin, was instead on the floor, sometimes rolling around, sometimes flailing her limbs, sometimes trying to curl into ball and always laughing with her eyes and mouth wide open, her head shaking and her twintailed hair thrashing from side to side. As a tactician, Robin was a master of magic, and as ironic punishment Galeem's Tickling Fingers assigned to torment her decided to turn it against them. Far above her, around a dozen Tickling Hands were slowly waving their fingers as glowing aura surrounded them, as if they were casting a spell. And they were. Poor Robin was suffering in the clutches of a tickling curse, feeling like each inch of her whole body was being tickled by cruelest feathers in existence. No matter how much she tried to swipe her body, roll on the floor and writhe in agony, she could do nothing to make the sensations easier to bear. After a good while she had even started to reach out to the Tickling Hands casting the spell high above her, begging for them to stop, but there was no mercy for here here. She would always end up back on floor, as a laughing, tickled mess, who did not find much consolation from the fact that she was not tied down. A blue chain was tied around her left wrist, rendering her powers unusable, so she was definitely not going to fight back against her torturers. Not even if she had her books with her. She had tried to tear the chain off her wrist during the earlier moments of torture, but it felt like a distant memory now, as she laid on her stomach howling like a banshee, banging the floor with her fists and kicking it, sure that she would soon go out of her mind.
As one of the most athletic and flexible fighters, Wii Fit Trainer didn't really mind the bondage she was in. The Trainer with porcelain white skin clad in blue top black and exercise pants was tied with blue chains on a contraption with shape of a semicircle, that forced her body arch to it's extreme. This wasn't worse than many of her regular exercises, but it wasn't the awkward position that was causing her distress. It was the Tickling Hands that tormented her fit body. Five hands were assigned to torture her, two constantly tickling her wiggling bare feet, two at her armpits, and the final and worst of all holding a feather that just kept on tickle torturing her belly button. The bondage she was in prevented all and any squirming and turning of her body, which meant that there was no way for her protect her armpits or belly from any of the tickling. The constant ticklish sensation on her navel was most terrible of all, and made her want to cover her belly so bad. She would let them tickle her everywhere else in a heartbeat if they just took that devilish feather away! As she was laughing it became painfully clear to her that her fit body could take this for very long time. She had not even really broken a sweat yet, and felt like she was close to madness. The hands would eventually drive her to the point where even her physical fitness would be challenged, but the power her mind would be tested a million times before it.
Bounty hunter Samus Aran was used to freedom and loved it. She still got occasional taste of it, only to be dragged back to her personal tickle hell. She was clad in her zero suit, a comfortable outfit that was like a second skin to her. Unfortunately for her in this situation, the skin tight zero suit could not protect her against the Tickling Hands at all. 14 of them had been assigned to torture Samus, four of them pinning her down on the floor by her wrists and ankles with their unexpected, supernatural strength, and 10 focusing to tickle torture her ticklish body unprotected by her absent armored Varia suit. Samus's face turned red and her blonde hair was a sweaty mess already. Three pairs of hands tickled her upper body, pitilessly tickling her armpits, ribs and belly. One pair was at it on her thighs, and the final pair had removed her heeled Jet Boots and were tickling her bare feet. The blue chain keeping her helpless was tied around neck, like macabre jewelry. Samus was ticklish all over her body, and was essentially living her worst fear. She sometimes had horrible nightmares of being held captive by space pirates and subjected to this kind of torture, but this reality she found herself in was much, much worse. She knew these terrible hands would never get tired of torturing her. They would tickle her forever unless someone rescued her, and she just could not stand this long enough to wait for such miracle even if it happened. She had to get away. She must get away! Every now and then the Tickling Hands would let go of her, and Samus would jump up. Adrenaline giving her new rush to run, she dashed away screaming, trying to find a way out in panic. It never worked out. Just after taking some steps, the Tickling Hands always grabbed her again, pinning her down as the poor huntress kept screaming, coupled with begging until laughter made it impossible. They could pin her either on her back or face down, both situations were equally unbearable for Samus. Her back was a one huge ticklish spot, rivaling that of her frontal upper body, and tickling on her buttocks and behind her knees... Samus would have told interrogating space pirates everything they want to know for much less. Too bad this wasn't one of her nightmares, and there was nothing she could do to save herself from this peril.
Umbra witch Bayonetta, also known as Cereza, was always a spunky and confident lady who would not show fear or hesitation before any challenges. She was used to not getting or giving mercy in her eternal battle with bestial angels, and would never expect any. Or so she thought. At this moment, stretched on torture rack on top of her prison's pedestal, she was instead begging for mercy. She was screaming for it. As the blue shackles around her wrists and ankles took away her powers, she lost her ability to control her magic, thus taking away his clothing that was provided by her magical hair. Bayonetta was completely naked and at mercy of large mob of Tickling Hands, that descended on her from everywhere. They tickled her feet, while holding their toes back. They were all over her legs and upper body, squeezing her knees, kneading her ribs and hips, poking her belly and swiping her armpits. Beautiful witch was laughing and crying, as her entire body was subjected to torture she could not have ever expected. Surely even tortures of Inferno would not be this cruel. She had previously saved her witch sister Jeanne from that terrible place, but was sure that she would not be able to return the favor. If she could not prevent defeat and escape this dreadful fate, who could? To make sensual witch's suffering even worse, one of the Tickling Hands materialized a feather and started tickling Bayonetta's womanhood with it. Teasing her to the edge, never giving her release, as rest of her body suffered agony of endless tickling that her sexual frustration only amplified. She surrendered to the terror of ticklish despair, throwing her head back and screaming in laughter.
While the female fighters were getting accustomed to their ticklish fates, a glimmer of hope appeared. One fighter, Kirby, hero of the Dream Land, survived the Galeem's World of Light. Having just won his first battle against Galeem's puppet fighters, it's only a matter of time before he liberates other fighters, including the unfortunate damsels who-
The Player saved his game.
"So, this is the World of Light. Seems interesting for a single player mode."
He went back to the main menu, and fired up the Classic Mode.
"I'll come back to it later. First things first, I'll unlock all the fighters through classic mode. Just a bit over 60 to unlock. Might take some time, but it's not like I'm in a rush. It's all about multiplayer after all. I suppose I'll return to World of Light and beat it someday, I don't have time to spend around 30 hours with it right now. Let's see, I think I play Donkey Kong first. He's always been my favorite..."
As the Player began his grind to unlock everything and practice competitive play, he eventually forgot about the World of Light. It's not like completing it would give him new exciting content or anything, and the premise wasn't that interesting anyways. Little did he know that in another, digital reality, controlled by the Player unbeknownst to him, in his World of Light the Nintendo girls were screaming and praying for a savior that would never come until the Player bothers to complete the mode. If he bothers to complete the mode.
...as if I didn't have other things - tickling and other - to write, but since the new Super Smash Brothers game has had me hooked and eaten most of my free time since it's release, I might as well obey my impulse to write a short story about certain female characters. My most sincere apologies to Nintendo.
If you got no damn clue about what Super Smash Brothers Ultimate and World of Light are and happen care about all this beyond just women from Nintendo games being tickle tortured, I recommend watching the intro cutscene to World of Light mode for a little -and not necessarily even essential- piece of context. youtube.com/watch?v=nPPlDmOVnVs
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When the brave fighters who opposed Galeem's and Master Hand's creation of world of light were consumed, they were imprisoned and enslaved to create Galeem's puppet fighters. Most of the fighters would be put in shackles glowing blue to their dark prisons, held in stasis-like state on pedestals while the evil clones they were made to puppeteer wrecked havoc upon the world. The state and fate of some fighters however, was far more sinister, as Galeem unleashed it's most terrible minions to punish them for their defiance. The Tickling Hands.
Peach and Daisy, princesses of Mushroom Kingdom and Sarasaland, had initially been relieved of discovering that being devoured by light merely transported them to a dark place, where they were restrained on pedestals. They were also glad that they were together. Both princesses had plenty of experience about being the damsel in distress, so the captivity itself didn't honestly make them that nervous. After all, they had always been ultimately rescued. But this, this was something different. The princesses were both locked in stocks, and their footwear had been removed. Their arms were tied behind their backs with the supernatural blue chains rendering them helpless and their powers useless, meaning they had no way to help themselves. Even worse, their toes were tied to the stocks with little clamps made of same material as their shackles. As the helpless royals were wondering what would happen to them, they got the answer as four disembodied white hands, human sized, small compared to Master Hands, appeared in front of them, each holding gleaming feathers.
"Oh no no no no they would not oh please no!" Peach uttered in panic, squirming and desperately pulling her feet as they hands got closer and closer, and exploded in hysterical laughter as the feathers made contact with her soles. She and Daisy both were ticklish, but these sensations were something they could not have even imagined. It was clear that they were not being tickled by ordinary feathers. The laughing princesses kept begging and pleading to anything and anyone to make the Tickling Hands stop, looking at each other with frantic eyes only to always see the partner in torment as helpless as herself. The feathers seemed to eventually find their most sensitive spots, going under and between Peach's toes and tickling the sides of Daisy's feet, a treatment that eventually drove both ladies to silent laughter. After a long time that felt far longer for poor monarchs, the feathers disappeared from the Tickling Hands, and both women sighed in relief as they were finally able to stop giggling. They respite was short lived, however, as the four Tickling Hands snapped their fingers and new tools of punishment materialized in their grasp. Hairbrushes.
The desperate wails of the women that soon turned into series of shrieks that could barely be recognized as laughter echoed in their dark prison, unheard to anyone outside. Both princesses were clinging into hope that the heroic plumber and his little brother would save them as always, not knowing that both of them had also fallen to Galeem and were in blissful stasis. There would be no usual rescue for Peach and Daisy from this peril, as their torment went on and on.
In another dark prison, another princess was suffering her own ordeal at hands of the tickling hands. Princess Zelda, wise ruler of Hyrule, was chained standing against the wall, and was being tormented by six Tickling Hands herself. Her outfit with short, loose sleeves left her armpits vulnerable, and they were both being mercilessly feathered by a Tickling Hand. What drove her nuts the most however, were the Tickling Hands working higher. One thin blue chain restrained her head to the wall behind her, and those terrible hands and their feathers were stroking her elegant neck and cute, pointy ears. The ear tickling was absolutely the worst. She had no idea she even was ticklish there, and how ticklish? So ticklish that she would have rather taken all those feathers to any other spot, as long as they left her ears in peace. The feathers kept sweeping each inch of her large ears again and again, and even if Zelda could have begged for mercy through her laughter, none would have been granted. Tears were streaming from her large blue eyes and waves and waves of involuntary laughter erupted from her mouth.
"This can't go on! I can't stand it! I CAN'T STAND IT!" Hylian princess thought. "Link! Please! Save me!" But as was the case with other princesses, her hero was imprisoned in stasis as well, and the Tickling Hands would have their way.
Cosmic princess Rosalina wasn't faring much better in her own prison. She was hanging in the air above her pedestal, chains attached to it and the high ceiling, and Rosalina herself tied in X-position. She was shaking, writhing to her best ability, throwing her head back and side to side, and cackling like a madwoman, despite no Tickling Hands in sight, but keen eye could see movement under her huge and loose blue dress. Eight Tickling hands had moved under it, and were tickling her vulnerable skin with their fingers, driving the poor space maiden beyond hysteria. Her ribs were her absolute weakness, and they were being ticklishly ravaged by four ruthless hands. They tickled on her rib bones, skin between them, kneading, poking and stroking, making Rosalina wish she could jump out of her skin. Four other hands were at work lower, two tickling her sides and hips, and two taking ticklish care of her thighs and occasionally squeezing her knees, making her shake her legs even harder in attempt to repel her tormentors, but to no avail. By commanding her Luma companion she could easily beat these terrible hands off her body, but it was not to be. The Luma was in the same prison with her, on pedestal raised opposite to her, put to stasis by Galeem. So close yet so far away, the Luma rested in front of suffering Rosalina's eyes, as if it was there only to mock her and remind her of her utter helplessness. She might have superhuman powers in space, but here, in Galeem's prison, she was merely a hapless damsel.
Corrin, shapeshifting fighter with power of dragons, often went about her business barefoot. She had believed this had made her feet durable against pretty much anything, but Galeem's Tickling Hands had proven her wrong. She was locked inside her hollow pedestal, upside down in a world of darkness. The only thing visible of her were her feet, sticking out of the pedestal and her toes tied to it with small blue chains. A swarm of Tickling Hands, each with different tickling instruments, was hovering above them, taking turns at tormenting them. Feathers, brushes, flowers that made them itch, electric tickle torture tools, their fingers, devices unknown to the world... Corrin's immobile feet were helpless against all of them, as constant overflow of changing yet always ticklish sensations on the bottoms of her feet shocked her whole body. It was absolutely quiet in Corrin's prison, except occasional sounds made by tickling instruments, and her feet remained almost completely motionless, despite some occasional twitching. Inside the pedestal, things were completely different. Corrin's roaring laughter echoed of the walls of her round hell, as she was writhing in ticklish agony. She tried to reach up, banged ceiling and walls around her as her arms flailed wildly and desperately tried to transform into her dragon form, but it was all useless. She would remain in this torture chamber intended for her until someone rescued her, and chances of that... They are looking slim.
Goddess Palutena wasn't exactly feeling as powerful as she was. She was tightly chained in similar way Rosalina in her prison, but in straight I-position. Not only were her arms chained together from their wrists, but also from their elbows, making Palutena feel more vulnerable than she could imagine she would feel. Even divine beings have their weaknesses, and Palutena's upper body had several. First were her armpits, that were being tickle torture by a Tickling Hand each. Their fingers were ruthless, making the goddess weep tears of forced laughter as they wiggled against her hollow and tense armpits. Her second weakness was her most well hidden and shameful one. Goddess Palutena had excruciatingly sensitive breasts, and somehow these fiendish Tickling Hands had known it. They had pulled her strapless dress down, exposing her bosom, and two more Tickling Hands using atrocious feather dusters that almost entirely covered them to make her truly suffer. She had long since stopped begging, and tried to focus on standing this hellish torment, that felt more and more unbearable as slow seconds passed. The feather dusters were twirling as they swept over her bare breasts, the most most terrible fact being that the ticklish sensations never left her hypersensitive nipples alone. The faint feelings of enjoyment this teasing of torture of her breasts may have brought her didn't console her at all, and only added aspect of maddening frustration to her ordeal. She had a feeling Pit could not save her from this mess, and she was absolutely right. Like many heroes, he too was held in stasis as his goddess suffered. Palutena didn't bother to contemplate the irony of the situation when she, a goddess herself, started praying for a miracle.
Lucina, time traveling warrior woman, had been in quite a few troubles during her life. This felt like something she would not get out of. She was sitting on a chair in her pedestal, chained to it by blue shackles, laughing and pleading. Her legs had been tied to spread, and two Tickling Hands were assigned to mercilessly squeeze her thighs, just where her clothing was thinnest. Lucina cursed herself for not covering her most ticklish spot better, but how was she supposed to know this was what Galeem had in mind for her? She had already learned though, that this was not the worst part of her torture. A third hand appeared in front of her, like it had done a few times already.
"Noohoho, nohot agahain, dohon't you dahahahaare!" Lucina shouted through her involuntary mirth, but the third Tickling Hand did what Lucina knew it would do. A new shackle emerged, binding Lucina's head to the chairs backrest. Feather appeared in grasp of the Tickling hand, and it begun to play it's role in causing Lucina discomfort. The feather begun to tickle Lucina's nose, teasing it and tickling inside the nostrils. The sensation was maddening. It tickled, itched, made Lucina want to sneeze so bad, but she could not. And the maddening feeling just could not stop, being a devastating combination together with tickling. Lucina was screaming with her mouth open before the feather even started, and would keep screaming for quite a while.
Constant screaming filled another prison too, where the pedestal was empty. The occupant of this prison, tactician Robin, was instead on the floor, sometimes rolling around, sometimes flailing her limbs, sometimes trying to curl into ball and always laughing with her eyes and mouth wide open, her head shaking and her twintailed hair thrashing from side to side. As a tactician, Robin was a master of magic, and as ironic punishment Galeem's Tickling Fingers assigned to torment her decided to turn it against them. Far above her, around a dozen Tickling Hands were slowly waving their fingers as glowing aura surrounded them, as if they were casting a spell. And they were. Poor Robin was suffering in the clutches of a tickling curse, feeling like each inch of her whole body was being tickled by cruelest feathers in existence. No matter how much she tried to swipe her body, roll on the floor and writhe in agony, she could do nothing to make the sensations easier to bear. After a good while she had even started to reach out to the Tickling Hands casting the spell high above her, begging for them to stop, but there was no mercy for here here. She would always end up back on floor, as a laughing, tickled mess, who did not find much consolation from the fact that she was not tied down. A blue chain was tied around her left wrist, rendering her powers unusable, so she was definitely not going to fight back against her torturers. Not even if she had her books with her. She had tried to tear the chain off her wrist during the earlier moments of torture, but it felt like a distant memory now, as she laid on her stomach howling like a banshee, banging the floor with her fists and kicking it, sure that she would soon go out of her mind.
As one of the most athletic and flexible fighters, Wii Fit Trainer didn't really mind the bondage she was in. The Trainer with porcelain white skin clad in blue top black and exercise pants was tied with blue chains on a contraption with shape of a semicircle, that forced her body arch to it's extreme. This wasn't worse than many of her regular exercises, but it wasn't the awkward position that was causing her distress. It was the Tickling Hands that tormented her fit body. Five hands were assigned to torture her, two constantly tickling her wiggling bare feet, two at her armpits, and the final and worst of all holding a feather that just kept on tickle torturing her belly button. The bondage she was in prevented all and any squirming and turning of her body, which meant that there was no way for her protect her armpits or belly from any of the tickling. The constant ticklish sensation on her navel was most terrible of all, and made her want to cover her belly so bad. She would let them tickle her everywhere else in a heartbeat if they just took that devilish feather away! As she was laughing it became painfully clear to her that her fit body could take this for very long time. She had not even really broken a sweat yet, and felt like she was close to madness. The hands would eventually drive her to the point where even her physical fitness would be challenged, but the power her mind would be tested a million times before it.
Bounty hunter Samus Aran was used to freedom and loved it. She still got occasional taste of it, only to be dragged back to her personal tickle hell. She was clad in her zero suit, a comfortable outfit that was like a second skin to her. Unfortunately for her in this situation, the skin tight zero suit could not protect her against the Tickling Hands at all. 14 of them had been assigned to torture Samus, four of them pinning her down on the floor by her wrists and ankles with their unexpected, supernatural strength, and 10 focusing to tickle torture her ticklish body unprotected by her absent armored Varia suit. Samus's face turned red and her blonde hair was a sweaty mess already. Three pairs of hands tickled her upper body, pitilessly tickling her armpits, ribs and belly. One pair was at it on her thighs, and the final pair had removed her heeled Jet Boots and were tickling her bare feet. The blue chain keeping her helpless was tied around neck, like macabre jewelry. Samus was ticklish all over her body, and was essentially living her worst fear. She sometimes had horrible nightmares of being held captive by space pirates and subjected to this kind of torture, but this reality she found herself in was much, much worse. She knew these terrible hands would never get tired of torturing her. They would tickle her forever unless someone rescued her, and she just could not stand this long enough to wait for such miracle even if it happened. She had to get away. She must get away! Every now and then the Tickling Hands would let go of her, and Samus would jump up. Adrenaline giving her new rush to run, she dashed away screaming, trying to find a way out in panic. It never worked out. Just after taking some steps, the Tickling Hands always grabbed her again, pinning her down as the poor huntress kept screaming, coupled with begging until laughter made it impossible. They could pin her either on her back or face down, both situations were equally unbearable for Samus. Her back was a one huge ticklish spot, rivaling that of her frontal upper body, and tickling on her buttocks and behind her knees... Samus would have told interrogating space pirates everything they want to know for much less. Too bad this wasn't one of her nightmares, and there was nothing she could do to save herself from this peril.
Umbra witch Bayonetta, also known as Cereza, was always a spunky and confident lady who would not show fear or hesitation before any challenges. She was used to not getting or giving mercy in her eternal battle with bestial angels, and would never expect any. Or so she thought. At this moment, stretched on torture rack on top of her prison's pedestal, she was instead begging for mercy. She was screaming for it. As the blue shackles around her wrists and ankles took away her powers, she lost her ability to control her magic, thus taking away his clothing that was provided by her magical hair. Bayonetta was completely naked and at mercy of large mob of Tickling Hands, that descended on her from everywhere. They tickled her feet, while holding their toes back. They were all over her legs and upper body, squeezing her knees, kneading her ribs and hips, poking her belly and swiping her armpits. Beautiful witch was laughing and crying, as her entire body was subjected to torture she could not have ever expected. Surely even tortures of Inferno would not be this cruel. She had previously saved her witch sister Jeanne from that terrible place, but was sure that she would not be able to return the favor. If she could not prevent defeat and escape this dreadful fate, who could? To make sensual witch's suffering even worse, one of the Tickling Hands materialized a feather and started tickling Bayonetta's womanhood with it. Teasing her to the edge, never giving her release, as rest of her body suffered agony of endless tickling that her sexual frustration only amplified. She surrendered to the terror of ticklish despair, throwing her head back and screaming in laughter.
While the female fighters were getting accustomed to their ticklish fates, a glimmer of hope appeared. One fighter, Kirby, hero of the Dream Land, survived the Galeem's World of Light. Having just won his first battle against Galeem's puppet fighters, it's only a matter of time before he liberates other fighters, including the unfortunate damsels who-
The Player saved his game.
"So, this is the World of Light. Seems interesting for a single player mode."
He went back to the main menu, and fired up the Classic Mode.
"I'll come back to it later. First things first, I'll unlock all the fighters through classic mode. Just a bit over 60 to unlock. Might take some time, but it's not like I'm in a rush. It's all about multiplayer after all. I suppose I'll return to World of Light and beat it someday, I don't have time to spend around 30 hours with it right now. Let's see, I think I play Donkey Kong first. He's always been my favorite..."
As the Player began his grind to unlock everything and practice competitive play, he eventually forgot about the World of Light. It's not like completing it would give him new exciting content or anything, and the premise wasn't that interesting anyways. Little did he know that in another, digital reality, controlled by the Player unbeknownst to him, in his World of Light the Nintendo girls were screaming and praying for a savior that would never come until the Player bothers to complete the mode. If he bothers to complete the mode.
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