Lake Superior
TMF Regular
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- Jan 3, 2019
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Lifis stayed low as he crept up the side of the vessel with dreams of treasure in his head. He'd managed to convince those idiots in the Order about how this was part of his plan to sneak in and rescue Leif, Asbel, and that blue-haired kid, but that had been a lie. He was gonna kill whoever was on this boat and immediately hightail it as far as he could from this perverted world. He'd told that Fjorm idiot about how he wasn't ticklish, but it had been hard to convince himself that, what with all the memories swirling around in his head of that bastard Perne tickling him to bits.
"Awww Liffy, look at these cute little pies of yours! Imagine seeing things like these and not playing with them! Tickle, tickle Sneaky-Shoes~"
Perne had stolen that nickname from the old crone of the village who exclusively referred to Lifis by that. When Lifis had cried then Perne had just asked if that wasn't what his mother called him? The fact that was true still made Lifis shiver as an adult man who'd led a crew of pirates and saved Thracia before coming here. The stupid name had all come about after an idea he'd had when he was knee-high. He'd taken his father's old boots which were several sizes too large for him and tromped about the village in them. He had intended to steal from his fellows and hide his misbegotten goods in all that extra toe space. It had gone well thanks to the brunette's natural talents.
His only true mistake had been swiping the golden leafed quill that had belonged to the village father. The moment he'd slid that into his oversized shoe he'd realized his folly. There was no escaping the sensation of its fronds slipping between his toesies, and it tickled his poor foot even worse than a normal feather would. As young Lifis tried to sneak out, the old monk had caught him before he'd even made it to the door due to his stupid giggling. The foolish child was forced to walk his way back to the center of town with it still in his shoe, whimpering meekly when the old man had finally pulled it off for an audience. The gathering crowd laughed almost as much as the young thief did after that wicked vicar announced he had a new sole in need of saving.
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What better reason was there to steal this boat and sail for somewhere far, far, far away from all of this, before anyone could come and spread that damnable name around? Even if Leif and the others really were on here, they could either come with him or he'd let them off somewhere. He wasn't going out of his way for anybody though. Sorry kiddos, but Lifis would be getting the last laugh here. Let Perne get summoned in his place and get his toes tickled by monsters, madmen, and robots. He could be the new “Sneaky Shoes” for all Lifis cared.
He crawled his way into a window and flattened himself out beneath a bed as he heard somebody coming into the room. The thief of some renown held his breath till they turned their back, then he quickly slipped out and brought the hilt of his dagger right into the back of their neck. He didn't pause for a second as he caught the unconscious body, dragged it over to the window he'd come in through, and tossed it right out. He smirked at the sound of the splash of water below.
Noises from the hall alerted him to more pirates aboard and he set to work. Using a simple gold coin and some trickery, he quickly subdued the man outside the door and dragged him into the room. He stripped this one down to his skivvies before tossing him out the window as well, and soon Lifis was striding out into the halls in the man's baggy clothes. It was a simple matter of knocking most of the other crewmembers out and tossing them overboard one by one. He regrettably didn't find Leif, but he at least found Saias, Asbel and Osian all trapped upside-down in barrels. He promptly let them free, and they scampered off the boat post-haste with the strange fish from the waters still hanging off their skin. Asbel did let him know that there was one more Thracian Hero on the boat.
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Lifis had nodded when he told him but for some reason couldn't remember the kid's name. Still, as he made his way to the helm of the ship, he still had yet to find this straggler. After a few minutes of searching, he decided to sod it. With the wheel of the ship under his command and an empty vessel, nothing was stopping Lifis from saying “so long” to Askr, Muspel, and all this barefoot weirdness. There was something that caught his eye on deck though. Sitting before the mast was a giant and ornate treasure chest. He thought of going to open it quickly but thought better of it. He could open it after the vessel was off to sea and there was no chance of any grog-soaked fools coming back and catching him.
Lifis slashed the rigging and unfurled the sails to set the boat underway, laughing his fool head off at how easy the whole thing had been. The ocean wind blew at his back, and he looked back to watch a scene play out. Seems the trio he'd saved hadn't quite been fast enough, and now they’d run into a pincer maneuver from the rest of Shanty Pete's crew coming back from partying, as well as the members of it who were coming back from their swims courtesy of Lifis himself. They tried to fight and run but they were mostly mages, and as such they all got held down with minimal effort.
Lifis heard their laughing in the breeze and could only shake his head and chuckle himself. They should have just left, he mumbled to himself as he strolled over to look upon his new treasure chest now that he was safely in the blue. The box was even more ornate upon further inspection as he drew closer, and he whistled just imagining what kind of goodies might be in it. A simple lockpicking later and the great golden-leafed thing popped open invitingly for him.
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"Easy-peasy! Now, let's see what I get!" he yelled to himself as he drew closer to the box; at least he thought he'd yelled that to himself. Turns out, it wasn't his voice letting out that greedy declaration. To Lifis' surprise, heard a loud belch upon opening the chest. A tuft of white feathers shot out of the box and hung lazily in midair for a moment while he watched in disbelief. He realized what was about to happen however and ran for the below-deck entrance to the ship.
As fast as Lifis could typically flee from danger though, he wasn't fast enough this time. The feathers were soon fluttering right after him, and the sea breeze making his baggy disguise billow around him gave them plenty of room to get in at his skin. He didn't even get close to the door before he started to feel fluffy teases up and down his sea-kissed skin. The tricky brunette danced from foot to foot, slapping at the feathers beneath his clothes as the ship sailed on and the chest spit up more fluffy plumes in various colors.
A pair of bright red feathers that seemed artificially made fluttered down and began sliding themselves along Lifis' nose. One teased right along his nostrils, and when he swatted it away it started to slide along the bridge, paying special attention to the crook's little crook that defined his cute nose. He did his best to beat them off, but they were quick and clever. It would take two hands to stop a single feather; one to defend his nose and the other to swat at it, and while doing so the other would slip in and tease away at its desired spot.
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Lifis thought he was quite the cunning buccaneer when he grabbed both the offending pieces of plumage. He squeezed them with the intent of doing so until their artificial spines cracked, but he was thwarted by reinforcements. Three downy pegasus feathers fluttered in and began teasing along the man's knuckles to try and free their compatriots.
Lifis chortled at the soft feeling on his battered knuckles and tried to resist, but soon his hands were forced open and let the battered red feathers slip right out. He squeaked in fear as they bullseyed for his face and basically jammed themselves up the man's nose. He fell back in a snorting fit that left him absolutely defenseless as those pegasus feathers slid themselves between his fingers. He didn't notice them as he clenched his hands, and the evil things curled about to tie his fingers into fluffy, ticklish fists! He waved his arms about over his head in agony with no mind to more feathers coming.
Four brown, short, and stout hawk feathers came upon him next. They quickly slipped up his blouse and set to spiraling their rough bristles in laughing Lifis's pits. He clapped his arms down instinctively to clap them against his skin and rob them of their ability to move, but the damn things somehow began vibrating. It tickled so much worse that Lifis tried to just let them out, but he stumbled over a misplaced bucket on the deck of his newly liberated ship and fell onto his side. He couldn't get up due to how hard he was laughing, and as such the two in his pit just vibed away as his mind melted. The two he did manage to let out just began painting their way up and down his free arm as he howled.
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So desperate was Lifis' flailing that he hadn't noticed the toll it was taking upon his clothes. The fluttering blouse he'd confiscated from one of his victims below deck had opened wide due to three or four of its buttons popping off in all his flailing. Now Lifis' chest was on full display for the sea air to breathe along. He'd never been the most muscular of men, which was a bit odd for a seafarer, but in compensation he'd always been the best swimmer on any crew whether he was Captain or Swabbie. To best suit that, Lifis had the prototypical swimmer's build: a tight stomach but not quite shredded, slight pecs that lacked the ability to bounce, accentuated by deep chocolatey nipples that stood out with how perfectly the skeevy young man's chest was formed, almost as if it was a blank painting.
His flat chest had become the perfect canvas for a quintet of quills that came zipping out of the chest. They moved so fast that even a normal person whose eyes weren't filled with tears would’ve had a hard time seeing them, so to the shaking and sneezing Lifis they were practically invisible. They dripped ink upon the deck as they zipped to him, and soon they were upon him and each pressing their tips to his chest as they penned diatribes across his ticklish skin. Each wrote with a different speed and pressure, and with how quickly they did so his skin was in danger of being too inked to see. His earrings jangled madly as he laughed his fool head off.
One was scribbling a dirty limerick along the exhausted reprobate's waist about how his sea legs were going to get it eventually, and when they did his “deck” would be swabbed shortly after. One was writing a silly, rhyming ditty up his side that read, "YOHO, YOHO, A TICKLE PIRATE’S LIFE FOR ME! TO BE TICKLED FOREVER AND NEVER TO WALK FREE!"
The quill on Lifis' other side was trying to write out what he was saying, but with his wheezing and laughter it could only make out, "AHAHAHAGAAHacckkOHOHAH HAHAHNOOOHOO pfuhuhu-gaaah" over and over. Lifis' pectorals were both having loopy swirls drawn upon them that left the man drooling, further obfuscating his unheeded pleas for mercy.
His loose-fitting pants had sagged down to his ankles at this point and while Lifis was no stranger to unsavoriness, he hadn't been raised to wear another man's underclothes. So, when a golden-leafed quill popped from the chest and flitted its way along his brown-fuzzed tentpole, there was nothing in its way. Lifis' toes curled in his shoes and his knuckles turned white as he let out a lustful moan, which then made the birds who'd been watching his plight in interest take flight. A certain someone whose name couldn't be remembered watched it as well and had red cheeks by the end.
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Lifis was so absolutely wrecked and gasping that when the feathers all suddenly dropped to the ground lifeless, he didn't even notice. The brunette wept and giggled for a solid minute before realizing his fluffy molestation was, if not at an end, at least on break. He was still wheezing when he finally realized the chest had shut its lid suddenly. Normally, a top-notch ruffian like Lifis would run right towards any kind of chest, but something about this one and the way it had just obliterated him with tickling made him want to run for his life. Scratch that; it definitely made him want to run for it, but he was just an exhausted ball of giggles after all those feathers had put him through.
When the chest opened again, he whined like a child but went quiet when a pair of inhuman hands popped out. They started feeling the ground around the chest like they were looking for something they dropped. Lifis was a few feet away from the box and breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn’t noticed him. The sound of it made the hands freeze for a moment before immediately racing towards him, and this time Liffy wasn't going to be caught flat-footed. With a loud, "Oh fuck this!" he bolted for the door to the lower decks with the spooky hands hot on his heels.
He reached the door and slammed it shut just in time to stop them from seizing him by the shoulders and dragging him away. Turning around in the interior of the ship, he stopped dead at the sight of the Chest that he'd just fled from inexplicably sitting right before him. The hands wasted no time and quickly began fluttering fingers along Lifis' tight chest while pinning him to the door. The pirate danced from foot to foot as his pecs were fondled, his navel rimmed, and his hips massaged. He fumbled helplessly with the doorknob to escape back out to the deck but couldn't get a grip thanks to how much the nails skittering along his sternum tickled.
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After a solid ten minutes of the hands rimming his poor belly button and scraping along his happy trail, he finally got the door open a crack. To his unending and unwanted delight, two more identical hands slipped right in from outside and seized Lifis by the ankle.
"HOHOHOW THE FUHUHUCK?!? NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! NAHAH TIHIHICKLES! I FUHUHUCKING HAHAHTE TIHIHICKLES!"
His boot was ripped off unceremoniously and tossed to the side. The size 14 shoe clanked when thrown due to the stash of emergency funds, daggers, and lockpicks Lifis kept in there with all the extra room. Lifis' feet were actually sized 8's and petite enough to fit a lady's size. He'd never really learned anything from the Sneaky-Shoes incident. Instead, he used this old trick to try and bluff about his dick size, as well as still hide stolen goods. These ghostly hands that had just seized Lifis by his lefty were absolutely thrilled at the cute little peet they'd just unwrapped. They fluttered their fingers down the small sole and Lifis cackled like a madman as he tried to kick his way free.
All the wiggling was just pushing him forward towards the other hands though, and they teased up and down his sides while guiding him forwards gently. He hopped on one foot like he was playing hopscotch as the hands with his ankle started running knuckles along his arch and teasing the stems of his toes. When a pair of thumbs were jammed into his navel and started scratching about, that was it. Lifis pitched forward in uncontrollable belly laughter and went headfirst into the chest with a long drawn out, "Nooooo!" The lid of the box closed behind him, and a click was heard as Lifis fell into what seemed to be endless black.
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The tired bandit-turned-Hero groaned when he opened his eyes. He heard noises and saw light before him but not much. It seemed like there was a slit of light around his ankles that was the only source of light into this..."room"? Where was he? He fell into the chest and now he was in a chair and his hands were chained up above him which meant...
"Well now, I know these! What a place to find my little favorite set of feet, sans their Sneaky-Shoes!!"
The nickname, the unexpectedness, and that voice all made a shiver run up Lifis' entire being. He knew exactly who that was even if he had no idea what they were doing in here. He pulled desperately at the door his feet were sticking out of and descended into an absolute sweating panic as he felt a set of arms wrap around his ankles.
"P-Per-Perne?! Wh-how are-where am I?!"
"Shhh-shhh-shhh don't worry about that. Let's just "treasure" this reunion, huh? Why, think about all the good times I and these ten little troopers had!"
A pair of fingers pinched and wiggled the littlest toe on Lifis' right foot, and in the darkness he started shaking his head back and forth to try and diffuse the ticklish sensations shooting up his leg.
"Remember this little guy? Well, how could you Sneaky-Shoes! I remember that time your Mama told you to take a bath and you ran away. So, I went and got you and washed you squeaky-clean with just a toothbrush! I kept scrubbing this little feller in particular before doing your tongue! You loved it, couldn't stop smiling! Never heard your mom have to tell you to take a bath again! Such a cute kid."
"Gahaha! Gehehet the fuhuhck aahaff! I'm nahahhat a kihihid, I've gohohot a bahahand of pihihierates! Gehehet ahahaff Pehehrne! Stahahap!"
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"Ooooh, you’re a big, tough pirate now? How'd you end up doing something like that Sneaky-Shoes? The only pirate I ever remember you meeting was that one big feller whose belt buckle you tried to steal at that card game. Oooh, remember that? Waaaas it this toe here he caught you by?"
Perne pinched the second toe on Lifis' right foot and the brunette squealed. He tried to peer out through the light at his old bully but couldn't lean forward enough to see. Instead, all he could do was fall back in his chair and laugh his fool head off. He added in a few more swearing threats though.
"Fuhuhck you Peheherne! Thahaht guhuhy was a peherv and yohohu diihidn't hehehelp at all! Stahahp tahahalking to me lihihike I'm a kihihd! I sahahaved Thrahahacia-AHHH! Gahahawd not there!"
"I didn't help?! When he hogtied you with that belt and threw you on the table as a bet, who was the one who actually beat him at cards and got you back Sneaky-Shoes?!"
A finger got under Lifis' aforementioned cute toes, and he shook in laughter. He tried to pull his feet back, but Perne's grip was like iron. He remembered how warm the drunk's fingers had been on his soles and how they got hotter the more they drank. The second he thought about it Perne's fingers seemed to warm up against his skin.
"If it wasn't for me, he'd still be making you hold his chips between your Sneaky-Shoes and tanning that soft rear of yours when you dropped them!"
"Yohohu-yohoohu dihihidn't have to swihihpe your cahahards on my sohoholes! Pfuhuhu-stahahp!"
"Oh, that was for luck, and you know it! Look at this middle-of-the-road type right here! So unassuming yet bullyable. Why, is this the one that got twiddled by that monk when you were goofing off in the choir practice? Remember that, Sneaky-Shoes?"
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The middle toe on Lifis' foot was pulled towards the dastardly Perne, and the perfectly innocent rouge Lifis sank in his seat as he felt his poor, ticklish tootsies taken out even further to the danger zone. That particular memory was fresh in his mind. That Byleth girl had asked him several times if he'd like to join in on choir with some of the others from his world, and he'd always flash back to the memory of himself with his feet up in that pew as that horny father flossed his toes with a rosary.
Lifis hated that Perne had an almost endless supply of stories about him getting humiliated, and he’d be damned if he sat here for seven more. He pulled as hard as he could at his ankles to try and get them out from Perne's hand but stopped dead at the feeling of something wet on the ball of his foot. What was that? It was wet and there were two...oh NO.
"*PBBBBBBBTPP*"
Lifis howled like a cat at the feeling of Perne laying a fat, wet raspberry right into his foot. Lifis felt his breath catch in his throat and struggled for air for a second. His vision faded and he passed out to the sound of Perne taking a deep breath to do it again.
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When the raggedy rapscallion's eyes opened, he was surprised to see himself atop a big fluffy bed. He remembered this from when he snuck aboard into the captain's quarters. He wondered to himself how he got here before a long, brown-pubed cock caught his attention. It was in fact his own, and now Lifis realized that he'd been relieved of his stolen clothes. He looked down and saw that his wrists and ankles both sported a pair of cuffs. Beyond that though, he was otherwise unrestricted. He could roll out of this bed right now and get out of here even if he did have to hop!
"Ha! Bunch of suckers! Time to get while the getting's good-ahhh..."
All of Lifis' bravado vanished the second he put his feet down on the wood. That was because he'd just noticed the open chest at the foot of the bed. It was the same one that he'd tried to open and that had practically stolen him before! He stared at it in eyes-wide terror for a solid minute with nothing happening.
"Oh thank Nag-"
The second he spoke a pair of whirling cloth brushes popped from inside the chest. His eyes were glassy with horror as they spun to life and started moving towards him. He looked to the door and saw there was no chance of escaping out it before they got hi-EEEH!
One of the whirling polish brushes pressed itself to the man's thigh and the feeling was like lightning. It glid along his skin and the brunette pirate rolled around the bed like he was under attack. He had no idea what kind of thing was attacking him due to having never seen a simple rotating brush like this, but after just the first touch he'd never forget them.
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Two more brushes pressed themselves atop Lifis' plump buttcheeks and whirled to life amid kicking and wailing from the handcuffed man. He tried to roll out from under them but found them pressing deeper and trapping him there in doing so.
"AHHHHHAHAH FUUHUHUCK GEHEHET AHAHAHFF! HAHAHAHALP! FUHUHHCKING HAHAHLP MEEEHEEE!! STAHAHAAP IT PLEEEHEEASE!"
With his rear pressed against the bed, Lifis had nowhere to go and as such could only arch his back and kick his feet in protest. He pleaded with the box for mercy but only got silence. His cock was twitching beneath him as the tickles had his eyes rolling back, which is why he was caught completely unawares as more brushes emerged to join. Two more were pressed into his back, sliding up and down from his waist to his shoulder blades as drool collected in the corners of his mouth. Another pair of brushes simply set themselves below his kicking legs and waited.
Their patience added a new level of torment for the thieving buccaneer as his inadvertently kicking legs began dipping those "Cutie-toes" right into the fluffy brushes. The sensation of fluffy destruction shooting up his legs from that made Lifis kick his legs even more to try and escape, but that just made him put his ticklish toesies right back in their range more frequently. The man was howling and could only whine as more brushes were added. They pressed themselves into his pecs and began an agonizingly slow journey up his chest. He pounded his fists like a madman through every second of it as he pleaded to every single name and god he knew for help.
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"SAHAHAHAVVE MEEEHEEEE! IT TIHIICKLES! IT TIHI-TIHIHICKLES! IT TIHIHIHICKLES! STAHAHAP! IT TIHIHIHCKLES! GAHAHAWD JUHUHST STAHAAHAP! IT'S TOHOHOO MUUUUHCH! GAHAHA!"
The pair of brushes reached the underside of Lifis' chin and stayed there as his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed. They withdrew on all sides, and he curled up into a ball reflexively while still giggling like a child. They closed in around him again but this time devilishly slowly. This let the giggly pirate try and form a defense but instead laugh in despair as he was overcome completely. Soon enough, he was rolled up into the fetal position with rotating brushes pressing in a complete circle to keep him trapped there. His hands, feet, back, chin, butt, and everywhere else had brushes pressed to them, and he could do nothing. He couldn't even laugh anymore due to the pair of brushes pressed to his lips and nose spinning away happily. He had a brief flash in his mind of him opening his mouth only for a tiny brush to start buzzing his tongue and convulsed a bit.
Each of the brushes emitted a small dull whine as it buzzed and all of them combined made for a constant but still negligible noise; that is, to somebody entering the room of course. To Lifis, it was a deafening roar that had permeated his entire being as it marked the endless fluffing of his captured form. When it stopped suddenly and his ears rang with only the sound of his jewelry as he panted, it took a solid minute from the pain of it before he noticed that the brushes had all fallen back. A strong hand closed around his ankle and started pulling the pirate across the bed and all he could do was moan. He was pulled into the chest again with almost no resistance save for a whimper as the lid shut behind him.
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The next time Lifis opened his eyes he was sitting again, so that was nice. He looked around at what seemed to be the hold of the ship. There was scent of saltwater in the air and the sound of the sea creaking on the other side of the hull. His hands were chained up above his head, and he pulled at them almost half-heartedly as he didn't actually expect to get away at this point. Lifis wasn't dumb, he remembered getting pulled into the box again. This must be inside it again, but why it looked like this was anyone's guess. At least he didn't see Per-
"Well look who it is!"
"...fuck."
Lifis squeezed his eyes closed and started trying to fall asleep or wake up or whatever got him out of here. He heard a clank as Perne sat down behind him on what he'd failed to notice was the same chest that had eaten him up twice already. An arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him close to the other man who sat at Lifis' back with his legs on either side of him. A finger lazily traced along one of his pecs and Lifis let out a rough snort. That made the finger float its way up and start tickling the underside of his nose.
"Got something stuck there, Sneaky-Shoes? Got your eyes closed so you must reeeeeally need to sneeze, huh? C'mon and let it out for me. Coochie, coochie coo~"
"Ahhhh-fuuh-ahhh-ahhh-ffuuuhhh-uhhhh..."
"Ooooh got something to say? Must be terrible to wanna talk and sneeze at the same time! Lemme try and help! What if we flutter over your titties like this...?”
Nails scribbled along Lifis' chest and scratched random circles around his darkened nipples. He snickered and shook as the fingers now began fluttering a feather along his nose in tandem.
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"Fuuuhhu-ahhhh-nuuuhhhu-hehehehe-fuuhuhck yohohou!"
"Shhh I know you wanna let that out, Sneaky-Shoes. Brought a memento from the village to help and all! Just sneeze like I know you want to, and then we can talk about who's gonna tickle-fuck whose pits. It'll be you by the way. You will be getting your pits tickle-fucked."
"Whahahaht? Hehehey-ahhhh-oooh fuhhuuuhck-AHHHHHH!!!"
That feather teasing Lifis' nose was suddenly jammed right up one of his nostrils and fluttered about. His eyes bulged at the feeling, but he didn't see Perne. When the feather was pulled out the reaction was almost immediate.
"Ahhhh-AHHHHHH-fuuu-AGHHH!! FU-FUUUUHHH-FUUUUHHHK YOO-*FTOOOO!!*"
The sneeze that ripped through Lifis was powerful enough that spots appeared in his vision. His cock erupted from the force of it and sprayed his seed all along his tight stomach. In the aftermath of it, he sagged in his bonds and whimpered. Perne had disappeared so abruptly that Lifis couldn't find him when he looked about the room. The sensation of fingers gliding up and down his pits came as an absolute surprise.
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"Whahhaht the fuhuhuhck?! Whehehere are yohohou?!"
"Right where I always was, silly: in the back of your mind, tickle-tickle-tickling away at your fear! Now, about that tickle-fucking I promised you!"
There were two wet slaps and Lifis shivered at the feeling of two hot, meaty rods poking up into the hollows of his armpits. It was unmistakable what those were, and Lifis whimpered as the two unseen cocks began sliding their wet heads in there. The invisible Perne pulled him close, and he felt a tongue glide up his neck as his bare toes curled and his eyes crossed. The rogue fell into a fog of pleasure and had no idea what to do or say. Occasionally he would moan or gasp, but when he did he’d feel unseen fingers force their way into his mouth and stroke his tongue with something fluffy, making him stomp his feet.
After that, he resolved to try and stay quiet even while “Perne” whispered in his ear about giving the thief more rewards for lewd sounds. His cock was squeezed by something, and Lifis bit his lip roughly enough that a trickle of blood dribbled down his chin. That hand-squeezed then stroked with care, then pumped with reckless abandon before running a thumb along the head with curiosity. Lifis was losing his mind and let out a guttural moan as his cock spilled out a lazy seed that actually stickied the invisible hand teasing him. It paused for but a second before its unseeable fingers dug into his stomach and navel like it was evaluating him for sale.
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"Awww, poor cute-footed Sneaky-Shoes. Making a mess out of everything again, huh? It's just like when we were kids, only this time nobody’s gonna save you! Such a shame! Hey, remember when I used to pick on you for eating too much? What I'd do?"
Lifis did in fact remember that particular brand of Perne's tortures and tears prickled up in the corners of his eyes at the idea of it. He steeled himself as he heard the unmistakable sound of a hand being raised and swung before it clapped him right on his cum-covered tummy-tum. Despite having braced for it, the strike forced all the air out of Lifis and made him gasp for more as another slap of the same strength hit him right in the side of the tummy as the unseen voice teased him.
"Piggy belly! Piggy belly! Pinken up the piggy's belly! Just like back in the day, huh? Are you gonna squeal like back then, too? C'mon, gimme a squeal!"
"Ow! Knock it of-OW! QUIT I-OW! GEHEHT OFF-OW! FUHUCKING STO-OW! STOHOP IT-OW! KNOHOHOCK IT- OW! FUHUC-OW! STAHAH-OW! AHAHAHAH-OW!"
The invisible genitals in Lifis' armpit picked up speed with each exclamation of pain. The pair of peens slipped along his skin and drove him madder and madder with the tickles. He stomped his feet in protest, which earned him an annoyed huff from whatever was using Perne's voice to tease and torture him. The next thing Lifis knew, he felt cold iron closing around his ankles and yank. He could do nothing as his feet were helplessly raised up into the air.
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"WHAHAT THE-OW! WHAHAT-OW! FUCK IS IT NOHOW-OW! AHAHAHA! NAHAHT-OW! NAHAHT THAHAHAT! OW! OH FUUHUHUCK NAHAT-OW! NAHAHAT THE KIHIHISSIES-OW! FUHUHUCK STAHAHAP-OW!"
He went absolutely mad as his feet, now trapped and suspended in invisible chains, were suddenly ravished by dozens of unseen kisses from every direction. He howled as his arches were frenched, growled as his heels were pecked, stuttered as his ankles were smooched, and finally went wild at the feeling of all ten of his toes receiving fluffy, loving, and inescapable butterfly kisses. Between this, the cocks in his slippery hollows, the hand still slapping his tummy, and "Perne" teasing him insane, it was no wonder that the pirate lost control and again spilled his seed.
His mouth was parched like he’d been lost at sea for days, and his head was spinning so much he couldn’t see straight. When Lifis heard a cracking voice yell out, "He's had enough for now," all he could do was frantically nod his head. He could barely make out the blue-haired form approaching him but when it offered him a cup of water, he drank it greedily and without thought. There could have been something in it he supposed, but as the chest he was sitting upon creaked open he kind of wished he was unconscious. Its mouth opened quickly and Lifis dangled by his chained wrists over the yawning mouth. He hadn't expected the lid to simply faze right through him, but at this point he was the fool for expecting sense at all. His savior reached over and unlocked his shackles to let the loopy privateer plummet into the chest. The lid closed behind him, and it all went dark…
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The sounds of gulls on the air rang in Lifis' ears as he came to again. This time his bondage was a bit more contrived. The man's head protruded out of the face of the same damn chest that had been tormenting him for the last...day? He couldn't tell anymore. His hands were right below him also jutting out of the chest and sticking out on either side of him were his cute and extremely abused feet. Right below his hands though was his manly, equally used and abused spire. Despite the impossibility of the pose, Lifis didn't feel very uncomfortable. In his mind, Lifis just chalked it up to his gymnast-like physique but in 'reality' it was due to enchantments upon the chest.
What was uncomfortable though was the lock placed upon the man's cock. It looked almost cartoonish as it protruded from the metal ring squeezed over his shaft. Lifis did feel a little bit of pain from that, but thankfully it was in easy reach of his hands and seemed to be of simple enough design. To a master lockpick like him, it would be easy with-oh shit. He hung his head at the realization that his picks weren't with him at the moment.
"Oh poor boy, looking for these?"
A blue-haired young man strode forward towards the trapped Lifis and sat down heavily to one side of his trappings. He held up a singular lockpick that Lifis recognized as one of his own. More intriguing to him though was the youth's face.
"PERNE?!"
"WHAT?! No dammit!! You destroyed my village! We fought to save Thracia together and then we both got summoned to Askr AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME?!"
"...Shiva?"
"NO DAMN YOU! RONAN! MY NAME IS RONAN! HOW CAN YOU STILL NOT KNOW MY NAME!"
"S-Sorry kid g-guess yo-you've just got one of those faces. Now quick, lemme out of here and we can get-HEYHEYNOOO!"
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With a tired sigh, Ronan had taken one of Lifis's captive feet by the toes, bent them back, and began scribbling the cold, metal lockpick all along the taut sole.
"PfuuhuGUHU-STAHAP! FUHUHCKING STAHAP! AHAHA THAT TIHIHICKLES! OH FUHUHCK STAHP! KIHIHD KNOHOHCK IT AHAHFF!"
"Say my name."
"FUHUHCK! IT TIHIH-IT TIHIHCKLES! PFUHUGHU! ROHOHNAN! FUHUHCK FIHINE ROHOHNAN! STAHAHAP!"
"Hmmph, one down."
Ronan pulled the toes back even more and began twisting the pick in between Lify's second and third toes. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in mock concentration like he was trying to unlock some kind of secret in the thief's foot.
"Now apologize for my village."
"FUHUHUCK NAHAHT MAH TOHOHES! PFUHUHGU FIHINE SOHOHORRY ABOHOUT THE VILLAHAHGE! AHHHH! SHIHIHT NOHOOO! TOHOOO MUHUHCH! MEEHERCY!"
Ronan took the pick and began tracing it down the stem of Lifis' littlest toe while annoyance pricked in his face. The hunter knew lip service when he heard it, and he was debating on paying this foot some of his own.
"What was my village's name?"
"OHOHO FUHUHCK NAHAT THE TOHOHES MAN! GUHHU AHAHHA!"
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With a sigh, Ronan relented on the lockpick-on-little-pirate-toe action he'd been so enjoying. Lifis gasped for air and nodded his thanks, but Ronan simply scowled at him. The archer brought up a size 6 foot of his own and played his big toe along the cock-lock, cringing at the coldness of the steel.
"Say the name of my village or this foot of yours is gonna get it again, Lifis."
"Ahhhh...haaa...c'mon have a heart kid! The...the...the name means too much for me to say! It...uhhh...hurts to think about!"
"Y-You d-don't even remember the name d-do you?!"
Lifis paid no attention to the angrily flushing Ronan at all. Instead, he tried to feign apology while creeping his hands forwards to the lock on his poor little soldier. His goal wasn't his flesh, however. Tears were already starting in the corners of Ronan's eyes when the conniving brunette's plan came to fruition. Ronan's blue eyes went wide as Lifis dug his cracked nails into the archer's...well...ARCHES! The bluenette wailed as his creamy foot had those pirate fingers digging for treasure in there while the other hand got him by the calf to "blockade" his escape.
Soon, Lifis had his ten fingers boarding Ronan's captive little boat while the archer squeaked and giggled like a child. He pounded his fist on the chest while the one wielding the lockpick tried to steady itself.
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Lifis saw his chance slipping and started to spider his fingers along the blue boy's arch, making him drop the lockpick amidst his snorts. He began plucking at Ronan's toes when he went to pick it back up, which made the snicker-puss knock it away by accident. Lifis smirked at his victory but gasped as Ronan simply began grazing his teeth along the man's arch. His tiny-toed ticket to freedom slipped right out of his grasp as Ronan sunk his whole mouth onto old Sneaky-Shoes’ ticklish foot.
He slurped on it as Lifis beat his fists on the lock and wailed to him for mercy. A solid minute and a bunch of toe-play later, Ronan wiped his mouth and gave Lifis a furious look. He picked up the lockpick and jammed it roughly into the pirate's arch before glaring at him and making a demand.
"Say my name!"
"Uhhhh... Romad??"
"Wrong!"
Lifis teared up as the archer set to using the pick to trace each letter of his name onto the sole of his foot while also lecturing him.
"R! Like how you tried to RUN from Leif, tickle-tickle~ O! As in ‘Oh! That's the guy who's tickling the hell out of my adorably ticklish feetsies right now,’ coochie-coochie-coo~ N! Like NO WAY is this ever going to end if you get my name wrong again, gitchie-gichie~ A! Like all those "Ahahaha's" you're doing right now for getting my name wrong, pspsps tickle-foot~ and finally N! Again! Like how we're gonna do this again if you get any of my questions wrong!"
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Despite his newfound aggression, and the tired way the now thoroughly humiliated Lifis was sagging in his bonds, Ronan shifted so that his own cute feet poked out behind him as he sat upon his knees. He breathed a sigh of relief at knowing that they were now as far as he could get them from Lifis' hands while still being in range to punish those feet of his. He tapped the lockpick against his cheek before flushing at the thought of his next question.
"What was the name of the village you pillaged for years?!"
"Awee c'mon ki-Ronan! ...Which one?!"
Ronan frowned to show how unimpressed he was before bending Lifis' toes back and bringing that lockpick close to their stems. He raised an eyebrow at Lifis as the metal inched closer.
"How many villages did you raid?"
"Oh, uh...Romad...you know..I...don't think I counted.."
With a sigh, Ronan scribbled the pick all along Lifis' bent stems. The Thracian winced at the ear-piercing shriek the man let out from the ticklish assault.
"OHOHONE! FUHUHUHCKING ONE! PFEEEEHEHEEHEHE STAHAHAP! FUUHUCKING STAHAHAP KIHIHID!"
"Ro-nan."
Ronan's lips came in and pressed to the ball of Lifis' foot before blowing a fat raspberry that made the green-eyed pirate cross his eyes. Ronan pulled his mouth away and wiped off the strand of spit that followed. He gave Lifis's hair a ruffle before asking him again.
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"How many villages did you raid?"
"O-One! J-Just the one!"
"What's my name?"
"Ro-Ronan...sir.."
"And what's the name of my village?"
Lifis went pale as he tried to search his mind for the answer. He looked at the dispassionate hunter with a pleading expression while he stumbled over his words.
"Ohhhh....uh...it....is...uhhh....fuuuuck...ummm...Waz?"
Ronan grabbed Lifis by the chin and plunged his tongue into the pirate's ear. He began nibbling at the several earrings while Lifis moaned and both men tried to ignore their manhoods. Ronan barely even noticed Lifis trailing a finger along his chest beneath his shirt, though neither of them noticed a certain lord sneaking up on them, a pair of shoes in one hand and a familiar quill in the other. They didn't hear him snap his fingers at all as Lifis' cock lock suddenly fall away, immediately sending a wet, white flare up Rony's chest.
Ronan was so preoccupied with drooling over the fireworks, he didn’t feel the pair of strange shoes force themselves onto his flushed size 6's. This was because these were in fact, the famous Sneaky-Shoes. Lifis saw them, but he was much too busy laughing in post-nut madness as that damn father's quill flitted in between his toes. Ronan could have easily fought off shoes, but a certain, orange-soled little lord held his ankles still while his feeties got suited up.
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Once the shoes were on fully, Leif squealed at how cute his friend looked in them. The shoes were opened up to show off Ronan's little toes, and this made the long and fuzzy laces hanging off them seem quite strange. That is, until the fluffy strings began teasing themselves along Ronny's ten little villagers as he giggled and kicked helplessly. Leif tackled the archer boy to the ground in a hug that was equal parts loving and restraining, while Lifis got well reacquainted with the feather that had stalked him for so long.
Leif was hugging Ronan so tight that he didn't notice his little foot getting too close to Lifis' prison. He yiped as his ankle was seized, descending into red-faced purring as the pirate began running the head of his sticky cock along his warm sole. The trio descended into madness right there on that deck, which is where the captain of the vessel found them when he finally returned. He loved his Chest of Ticklish Heroes, it always brought him something nice.
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The blue-haired former pirate whistled as he walked aboard the vessel. The place was spic and span enough to eat off the decks. He'd asked for a steep price to just meet with this captain, but he'd gotten it. He'd made it very clear that he was to be left alone by the skipper's "proclivities", and as such he wasn’t caught off-guard by the sound of laughter as he got closer to the captain's quarters. What he hadn't been ready for was Surtr's great pirate throne.
The Muspellian King sat upon it in a manner that allowed him to easily balance a young man on each of his massive shoulders. Both of them sat there comfortably despite being bound from their calves to necks in what seemed to be enchanted golden chains. The colorful feathers hanging from their bonds were confusing, but not as much as the ones dangling from bracelets around both Ronan and Leif's ankles. They used them to tease the ears of the duct-taped swabbie sitting bare-assed in Surtr's lap. Judging from the way he bounced, the buccaneer was getting his deck swabbed—wait, Perne knew him...was that...Sneaky-Shoes?!
"AHAHAHHA PEHEHERNE! PFUUHUHCCKING HEHEHLP!! SAHAHAHVE MEEHEEE!"
"Awww Liffy, look at these cute little pies of yours! Imagine seeing things like these and not playing with them! Tickle, tickle Sneaky-Shoes~"
Perne had stolen that nickname from the old crone of the village who exclusively referred to Lifis by that. When Lifis had cried then Perne had just asked if that wasn't what his mother called him? The fact that was true still made Lifis shiver as an adult man who'd led a crew of pirates and saved Thracia before coming here. The stupid name had all come about after an idea he'd had when he was knee-high. He'd taken his father's old boots which were several sizes too large for him and tromped about the village in them. He had intended to steal from his fellows and hide his misbegotten goods in all that extra toe space. It had gone well thanks to the brunette's natural talents.
His only true mistake had been swiping the golden leafed quill that had belonged to the village father. The moment he'd slid that into his oversized shoe he'd realized his folly. There was no escaping the sensation of its fronds slipping between his toesies, and it tickled his poor foot even worse than a normal feather would. As young Lifis tried to sneak out, the old monk had caught him before he'd even made it to the door due to his stupid giggling. The foolish child was forced to walk his way back to the center of town with it still in his shoe, whimpering meekly when the old man had finally pulled it off for an audience. The gathering crowd laughed almost as much as the young thief did after that wicked vicar announced he had a new sole in need of saving.
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What better reason was there to steal this boat and sail for somewhere far, far, far away from all of this, before anyone could come and spread that damnable name around? Even if Leif and the others really were on here, they could either come with him or he'd let them off somewhere. He wasn't going out of his way for anybody though. Sorry kiddos, but Lifis would be getting the last laugh here. Let Perne get summoned in his place and get his toes tickled by monsters, madmen, and robots. He could be the new “Sneaky Shoes” for all Lifis cared.
He crawled his way into a window and flattened himself out beneath a bed as he heard somebody coming into the room. The thief of some renown held his breath till they turned their back, then he quickly slipped out and brought the hilt of his dagger right into the back of their neck. He didn't pause for a second as he caught the unconscious body, dragged it over to the window he'd come in through, and tossed it right out. He smirked at the sound of the splash of water below.
Noises from the hall alerted him to more pirates aboard and he set to work. Using a simple gold coin and some trickery, he quickly subdued the man outside the door and dragged him into the room. He stripped this one down to his skivvies before tossing him out the window as well, and soon Lifis was striding out into the halls in the man's baggy clothes. It was a simple matter of knocking most of the other crewmembers out and tossing them overboard one by one. He regrettably didn't find Leif, but he at least found Saias, Asbel and Osian all trapped upside-down in barrels. He promptly let them free, and they scampered off the boat post-haste with the strange fish from the waters still hanging off their skin. Asbel did let him know that there was one more Thracian Hero on the boat.
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Lifis had nodded when he told him but for some reason couldn't remember the kid's name. Still, as he made his way to the helm of the ship, he still had yet to find this straggler. After a few minutes of searching, he decided to sod it. With the wheel of the ship under his command and an empty vessel, nothing was stopping Lifis from saying “so long” to Askr, Muspel, and all this barefoot weirdness. There was something that caught his eye on deck though. Sitting before the mast was a giant and ornate treasure chest. He thought of going to open it quickly but thought better of it. He could open it after the vessel was off to sea and there was no chance of any grog-soaked fools coming back and catching him.
Lifis slashed the rigging and unfurled the sails to set the boat underway, laughing his fool head off at how easy the whole thing had been. The ocean wind blew at his back, and he looked back to watch a scene play out. Seems the trio he'd saved hadn't quite been fast enough, and now they’d run into a pincer maneuver from the rest of Shanty Pete's crew coming back from partying, as well as the members of it who were coming back from their swims courtesy of Lifis himself. They tried to fight and run but they were mostly mages, and as such they all got held down with minimal effort.
Lifis heard their laughing in the breeze and could only shake his head and chuckle himself. They should have just left, he mumbled to himself as he strolled over to look upon his new treasure chest now that he was safely in the blue. The box was even more ornate upon further inspection as he drew closer, and he whistled just imagining what kind of goodies might be in it. A simple lockpicking later and the great golden-leafed thing popped open invitingly for him.
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"Easy-peasy! Now, let's see what I get!" he yelled to himself as he drew closer to the box; at least he thought he'd yelled that to himself. Turns out, it wasn't his voice letting out that greedy declaration. To Lifis' surprise, heard a loud belch upon opening the chest. A tuft of white feathers shot out of the box and hung lazily in midair for a moment while he watched in disbelief. He realized what was about to happen however and ran for the below-deck entrance to the ship.
As fast as Lifis could typically flee from danger though, he wasn't fast enough this time. The feathers were soon fluttering right after him, and the sea breeze making his baggy disguise billow around him gave them plenty of room to get in at his skin. He didn't even get close to the door before he started to feel fluffy teases up and down his sea-kissed skin. The tricky brunette danced from foot to foot, slapping at the feathers beneath his clothes as the ship sailed on and the chest spit up more fluffy plumes in various colors.
A pair of bright red feathers that seemed artificially made fluttered down and began sliding themselves along Lifis' nose. One teased right along his nostrils, and when he swatted it away it started to slide along the bridge, paying special attention to the crook's little crook that defined his cute nose. He did his best to beat them off, but they were quick and clever. It would take two hands to stop a single feather; one to defend his nose and the other to swat at it, and while doing so the other would slip in and tease away at its desired spot.
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Lifis thought he was quite the cunning buccaneer when he grabbed both the offending pieces of plumage. He squeezed them with the intent of doing so until their artificial spines cracked, but he was thwarted by reinforcements. Three downy pegasus feathers fluttered in and began teasing along the man's knuckles to try and free their compatriots.
Lifis chortled at the soft feeling on his battered knuckles and tried to resist, but soon his hands were forced open and let the battered red feathers slip right out. He squeaked in fear as they bullseyed for his face and basically jammed themselves up the man's nose. He fell back in a snorting fit that left him absolutely defenseless as those pegasus feathers slid themselves between his fingers. He didn't notice them as he clenched his hands, and the evil things curled about to tie his fingers into fluffy, ticklish fists! He waved his arms about over his head in agony with no mind to more feathers coming.
Four brown, short, and stout hawk feathers came upon him next. They quickly slipped up his blouse and set to spiraling their rough bristles in laughing Lifis's pits. He clapped his arms down instinctively to clap them against his skin and rob them of their ability to move, but the damn things somehow began vibrating. It tickled so much worse that Lifis tried to just let them out, but he stumbled over a misplaced bucket on the deck of his newly liberated ship and fell onto his side. He couldn't get up due to how hard he was laughing, and as such the two in his pit just vibed away as his mind melted. The two he did manage to let out just began painting their way up and down his free arm as he howled.
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So desperate was Lifis' flailing that he hadn't noticed the toll it was taking upon his clothes. The fluttering blouse he'd confiscated from one of his victims below deck had opened wide due to three or four of its buttons popping off in all his flailing. Now Lifis' chest was on full display for the sea air to breathe along. He'd never been the most muscular of men, which was a bit odd for a seafarer, but in compensation he'd always been the best swimmer on any crew whether he was Captain or Swabbie. To best suit that, Lifis had the prototypical swimmer's build: a tight stomach but not quite shredded, slight pecs that lacked the ability to bounce, accentuated by deep chocolatey nipples that stood out with how perfectly the skeevy young man's chest was formed, almost as if it was a blank painting.
His flat chest had become the perfect canvas for a quintet of quills that came zipping out of the chest. They moved so fast that even a normal person whose eyes weren't filled with tears would’ve had a hard time seeing them, so to the shaking and sneezing Lifis they were practically invisible. They dripped ink upon the deck as they zipped to him, and soon they were upon him and each pressing their tips to his chest as they penned diatribes across his ticklish skin. Each wrote with a different speed and pressure, and with how quickly they did so his skin was in danger of being too inked to see. His earrings jangled madly as he laughed his fool head off.
One was scribbling a dirty limerick along the exhausted reprobate's waist about how his sea legs were going to get it eventually, and when they did his “deck” would be swabbed shortly after. One was writing a silly, rhyming ditty up his side that read, "YOHO, YOHO, A TICKLE PIRATE’S LIFE FOR ME! TO BE TICKLED FOREVER AND NEVER TO WALK FREE!"
The quill on Lifis' other side was trying to write out what he was saying, but with his wheezing and laughter it could only make out, "AHAHAHAGAAHacckkOHOHAH HAHAHNOOOHOO pfuhuhu-gaaah" over and over. Lifis' pectorals were both having loopy swirls drawn upon them that left the man drooling, further obfuscating his unheeded pleas for mercy.
His loose-fitting pants had sagged down to his ankles at this point and while Lifis was no stranger to unsavoriness, he hadn't been raised to wear another man's underclothes. So, when a golden-leafed quill popped from the chest and flitted its way along his brown-fuzzed tentpole, there was nothing in its way. Lifis' toes curled in his shoes and his knuckles turned white as he let out a lustful moan, which then made the birds who'd been watching his plight in interest take flight. A certain someone whose name couldn't be remembered watched it as well and had red cheeks by the end.
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Lifis was so absolutely wrecked and gasping that when the feathers all suddenly dropped to the ground lifeless, he didn't even notice. The brunette wept and giggled for a solid minute before realizing his fluffy molestation was, if not at an end, at least on break. He was still wheezing when he finally realized the chest had shut its lid suddenly. Normally, a top-notch ruffian like Lifis would run right towards any kind of chest, but something about this one and the way it had just obliterated him with tickling made him want to run for his life. Scratch that; it definitely made him want to run for it, but he was just an exhausted ball of giggles after all those feathers had put him through.
When the chest opened again, he whined like a child but went quiet when a pair of inhuman hands popped out. They started feeling the ground around the chest like they were looking for something they dropped. Lifis was a few feet away from the box and breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn’t noticed him. The sound of it made the hands freeze for a moment before immediately racing towards him, and this time Liffy wasn't going to be caught flat-footed. With a loud, "Oh fuck this!" he bolted for the door to the lower decks with the spooky hands hot on his heels.
He reached the door and slammed it shut just in time to stop them from seizing him by the shoulders and dragging him away. Turning around in the interior of the ship, he stopped dead at the sight of the Chest that he'd just fled from inexplicably sitting right before him. The hands wasted no time and quickly began fluttering fingers along Lifis' tight chest while pinning him to the door. The pirate danced from foot to foot as his pecs were fondled, his navel rimmed, and his hips massaged. He fumbled helplessly with the doorknob to escape back out to the deck but couldn't get a grip thanks to how much the nails skittering along his sternum tickled.
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After a solid ten minutes of the hands rimming his poor belly button and scraping along his happy trail, he finally got the door open a crack. To his unending and unwanted delight, two more identical hands slipped right in from outside and seized Lifis by the ankle.
"HOHOHOW THE FUHUHUCK?!? NAHAHA! STAHAHAP! NAHAH TIHIHICKLES! I FUHUHUCKING HAHAHTE TIHIHICKLES!"
His boot was ripped off unceremoniously and tossed to the side. The size 14 shoe clanked when thrown due to the stash of emergency funds, daggers, and lockpicks Lifis kept in there with all the extra room. Lifis' feet were actually sized 8's and petite enough to fit a lady's size. He'd never really learned anything from the Sneaky-Shoes incident. Instead, he used this old trick to try and bluff about his dick size, as well as still hide stolen goods. These ghostly hands that had just seized Lifis by his lefty were absolutely thrilled at the cute little peet they'd just unwrapped. They fluttered their fingers down the small sole and Lifis cackled like a madman as he tried to kick his way free.
All the wiggling was just pushing him forward towards the other hands though, and they teased up and down his sides while guiding him forwards gently. He hopped on one foot like he was playing hopscotch as the hands with his ankle started running knuckles along his arch and teasing the stems of his toes. When a pair of thumbs were jammed into his navel and started scratching about, that was it. Lifis pitched forward in uncontrollable belly laughter and went headfirst into the chest with a long drawn out, "Nooooo!" The lid of the box closed behind him, and a click was heard as Lifis fell into what seemed to be endless black.
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The tired bandit-turned-Hero groaned when he opened his eyes. He heard noises and saw light before him but not much. It seemed like there was a slit of light around his ankles that was the only source of light into this..."room"? Where was he? He fell into the chest and now he was in a chair and his hands were chained up above him which meant...
"Well now, I know these! What a place to find my little favorite set of feet, sans their Sneaky-Shoes!!"
The nickname, the unexpectedness, and that voice all made a shiver run up Lifis' entire being. He knew exactly who that was even if he had no idea what they were doing in here. He pulled desperately at the door his feet were sticking out of and descended into an absolute sweating panic as he felt a set of arms wrap around his ankles.
"P-Per-Perne?! Wh-how are-where am I?!"
"Shhh-shhh-shhh don't worry about that. Let's just "treasure" this reunion, huh? Why, think about all the good times I and these ten little troopers had!"
A pair of fingers pinched and wiggled the littlest toe on Lifis' right foot, and in the darkness he started shaking his head back and forth to try and diffuse the ticklish sensations shooting up his leg.
"Remember this little guy? Well, how could you Sneaky-Shoes! I remember that time your Mama told you to take a bath and you ran away. So, I went and got you and washed you squeaky-clean with just a toothbrush! I kept scrubbing this little feller in particular before doing your tongue! You loved it, couldn't stop smiling! Never heard your mom have to tell you to take a bath again! Such a cute kid."
"Gahaha! Gehehet the fuhuhck aahaff! I'm nahahhat a kihihid, I've gohohot a bahahand of pihihierates! Gehehet ahahaff Pehehrne! Stahahap!"
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"Ooooh, you’re a big, tough pirate now? How'd you end up doing something like that Sneaky-Shoes? The only pirate I ever remember you meeting was that one big feller whose belt buckle you tried to steal at that card game. Oooh, remember that? Waaaas it this toe here he caught you by?"
Perne pinched the second toe on Lifis' right foot and the brunette squealed. He tried to peer out through the light at his old bully but couldn't lean forward enough to see. Instead, all he could do was fall back in his chair and laugh his fool head off. He added in a few more swearing threats though.
"Fuhuhck you Peheherne! Thahaht guhuhy was a peherv and yohohu diihidn't hehehelp at all! Stahahp tahahalking to me lihihike I'm a kihihd! I sahahaved Thrahahacia-AHHH! Gahahawd not there!"
"I didn't help?! When he hogtied you with that belt and threw you on the table as a bet, who was the one who actually beat him at cards and got you back Sneaky-Shoes?!"
A finger got under Lifis' aforementioned cute toes, and he shook in laughter. He tried to pull his feet back, but Perne's grip was like iron. He remembered how warm the drunk's fingers had been on his soles and how they got hotter the more they drank. The second he thought about it Perne's fingers seemed to warm up against his skin.
"If it wasn't for me, he'd still be making you hold his chips between your Sneaky-Shoes and tanning that soft rear of yours when you dropped them!"
"Yohohu-yohoohu dihihidn't have to swihihpe your cahahards on my sohoholes! Pfuhuhu-stahahp!"
"Oh, that was for luck, and you know it! Look at this middle-of-the-road type right here! So unassuming yet bullyable. Why, is this the one that got twiddled by that monk when you were goofing off in the choir practice? Remember that, Sneaky-Shoes?"
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The middle toe on Lifis' foot was pulled towards the dastardly Perne, and the perfectly innocent rouge Lifis sank in his seat as he felt his poor, ticklish tootsies taken out even further to the danger zone. That particular memory was fresh in his mind. That Byleth girl had asked him several times if he'd like to join in on choir with some of the others from his world, and he'd always flash back to the memory of himself with his feet up in that pew as that horny father flossed his toes with a rosary.
Lifis hated that Perne had an almost endless supply of stories about him getting humiliated, and he’d be damned if he sat here for seven more. He pulled as hard as he could at his ankles to try and get them out from Perne's hand but stopped dead at the feeling of something wet on the ball of his foot. What was that? It was wet and there were two...oh NO.
"*PBBBBBBBTPP*"
Lifis howled like a cat at the feeling of Perne laying a fat, wet raspberry right into his foot. Lifis felt his breath catch in his throat and struggled for air for a second. His vision faded and he passed out to the sound of Perne taking a deep breath to do it again.
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When the raggedy rapscallion's eyes opened, he was surprised to see himself atop a big fluffy bed. He remembered this from when he snuck aboard into the captain's quarters. He wondered to himself how he got here before a long, brown-pubed cock caught his attention. It was in fact his own, and now Lifis realized that he'd been relieved of his stolen clothes. He looked down and saw that his wrists and ankles both sported a pair of cuffs. Beyond that though, he was otherwise unrestricted. He could roll out of this bed right now and get out of here even if he did have to hop!
"Ha! Bunch of suckers! Time to get while the getting's good-ahhh..."
All of Lifis' bravado vanished the second he put his feet down on the wood. That was because he'd just noticed the open chest at the foot of the bed. It was the same one that he'd tried to open and that had practically stolen him before! He stared at it in eyes-wide terror for a solid minute with nothing happening.
"Oh thank Nag-"
The second he spoke a pair of whirling cloth brushes popped from inside the chest. His eyes were glassy with horror as they spun to life and started moving towards him. He looked to the door and saw there was no chance of escaping out it before they got hi-EEEH!
One of the whirling polish brushes pressed itself to the man's thigh and the feeling was like lightning. It glid along his skin and the brunette pirate rolled around the bed like he was under attack. He had no idea what kind of thing was attacking him due to having never seen a simple rotating brush like this, but after just the first touch he'd never forget them.
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Two more brushes pressed themselves atop Lifis' plump buttcheeks and whirled to life amid kicking and wailing from the handcuffed man. He tried to roll out from under them but found them pressing deeper and trapping him there in doing so.
"AHHHHHAHAH FUUHUHUCK GEHEHET AHAHAHFF! HAHAHAHALP! FUHUHHCKING HAHAHLP MEEEHEEE!! STAHAHAAP IT PLEEEHEEASE!"
With his rear pressed against the bed, Lifis had nowhere to go and as such could only arch his back and kick his feet in protest. He pleaded with the box for mercy but only got silence. His cock was twitching beneath him as the tickles had his eyes rolling back, which is why he was caught completely unawares as more brushes emerged to join. Two more were pressed into his back, sliding up and down from his waist to his shoulder blades as drool collected in the corners of his mouth. Another pair of brushes simply set themselves below his kicking legs and waited.
Their patience added a new level of torment for the thieving buccaneer as his inadvertently kicking legs began dipping those "Cutie-toes" right into the fluffy brushes. The sensation of fluffy destruction shooting up his legs from that made Lifis kick his legs even more to try and escape, but that just made him put his ticklish toesies right back in their range more frequently. The man was howling and could only whine as more brushes were added. They pressed themselves into his pecs and began an agonizingly slow journey up his chest. He pounded his fists like a madman through every second of it as he pleaded to every single name and god he knew for help.
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"SAHAHAHAVVE MEEEHEEEE! IT TIHIICKLES! IT TIHI-TIHIHICKLES! IT TIHIHIHICKLES! STAHAHAP! IT TIHIHIHCKLES! GAHAHAWD JUHUHST STAHAAHAP! IT'S TOHOHOO MUUUUHCH! GAHAHA!"
The pair of brushes reached the underside of Lifis' chin and stayed there as his eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed. They withdrew on all sides, and he curled up into a ball reflexively while still giggling like a child. They closed in around him again but this time devilishly slowly. This let the giggly pirate try and form a defense but instead laugh in despair as he was overcome completely. Soon enough, he was rolled up into the fetal position with rotating brushes pressing in a complete circle to keep him trapped there. His hands, feet, back, chin, butt, and everywhere else had brushes pressed to them, and he could do nothing. He couldn't even laugh anymore due to the pair of brushes pressed to his lips and nose spinning away happily. He had a brief flash in his mind of him opening his mouth only for a tiny brush to start buzzing his tongue and convulsed a bit.
Each of the brushes emitted a small dull whine as it buzzed and all of them combined made for a constant but still negligible noise; that is, to somebody entering the room of course. To Lifis, it was a deafening roar that had permeated his entire being as it marked the endless fluffing of his captured form. When it stopped suddenly and his ears rang with only the sound of his jewelry as he panted, it took a solid minute from the pain of it before he noticed that the brushes had all fallen back. A strong hand closed around his ankle and started pulling the pirate across the bed and all he could do was moan. He was pulled into the chest again with almost no resistance save for a whimper as the lid shut behind him.
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The next time Lifis opened his eyes he was sitting again, so that was nice. He looked around at what seemed to be the hold of the ship. There was scent of saltwater in the air and the sound of the sea creaking on the other side of the hull. His hands were chained up above his head, and he pulled at them almost half-heartedly as he didn't actually expect to get away at this point. Lifis wasn't dumb, he remembered getting pulled into the box again. This must be inside it again, but why it looked like this was anyone's guess. At least he didn't see Per-
"Well look who it is!"
"...fuck."
Lifis squeezed his eyes closed and started trying to fall asleep or wake up or whatever got him out of here. He heard a clank as Perne sat down behind him on what he'd failed to notice was the same chest that had eaten him up twice already. An arm wrapped around his chest and pulled him close to the other man who sat at Lifis' back with his legs on either side of him. A finger lazily traced along one of his pecs and Lifis let out a rough snort. That made the finger float its way up and start tickling the underside of his nose.
"Got something stuck there, Sneaky-Shoes? Got your eyes closed so you must reeeeeally need to sneeze, huh? C'mon and let it out for me. Coochie, coochie coo~"
"Ahhhh-fuuh-ahhh-ahhh-ffuuuhhh-uhhhh..."
"Ooooh got something to say? Must be terrible to wanna talk and sneeze at the same time! Lemme try and help! What if we flutter over your titties like this...?”
Nails scribbled along Lifis' chest and scratched random circles around his darkened nipples. He snickered and shook as the fingers now began fluttering a feather along his nose in tandem.
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"Fuuuhhu-ahhhh-nuuuhhhu-hehehehe-fuuhuhck yohohou!"
"Shhh I know you wanna let that out, Sneaky-Shoes. Brought a memento from the village to help and all! Just sneeze like I know you want to, and then we can talk about who's gonna tickle-fuck whose pits. It'll be you by the way. You will be getting your pits tickle-fucked."
"Whahahaht? Hehehey-ahhhh-oooh fuhhuuuhck-AHHHHHH!!!"
That feather teasing Lifis' nose was suddenly jammed right up one of his nostrils and fluttered about. His eyes bulged at the feeling, but he didn't see Perne. When the feather was pulled out the reaction was almost immediate.
"Ahhhh-AHHHHHH-fuuu-AGHHH!! FU-FUUUUHHH-FUUUUHHHK YOO-*FTOOOO!!*"
The sneeze that ripped through Lifis was powerful enough that spots appeared in his vision. His cock erupted from the force of it and sprayed his seed all along his tight stomach. In the aftermath of it, he sagged in his bonds and whimpered. Perne had disappeared so abruptly that Lifis couldn't find him when he looked about the room. The sensation of fingers gliding up and down his pits came as an absolute surprise.
---
"Whahhaht the fuhuhuhck?! Whehehere are yohohou?!"
"Right where I always was, silly: in the back of your mind, tickle-tickle-tickling away at your fear! Now, about that tickle-fucking I promised you!"
There were two wet slaps and Lifis shivered at the feeling of two hot, meaty rods poking up into the hollows of his armpits. It was unmistakable what those were, and Lifis whimpered as the two unseen cocks began sliding their wet heads in there. The invisible Perne pulled him close, and he felt a tongue glide up his neck as his bare toes curled and his eyes crossed. The rogue fell into a fog of pleasure and had no idea what to do or say. Occasionally he would moan or gasp, but when he did he’d feel unseen fingers force their way into his mouth and stroke his tongue with something fluffy, making him stomp his feet.
After that, he resolved to try and stay quiet even while “Perne” whispered in his ear about giving the thief more rewards for lewd sounds. His cock was squeezed by something, and Lifis bit his lip roughly enough that a trickle of blood dribbled down his chin. That hand-squeezed then stroked with care, then pumped with reckless abandon before running a thumb along the head with curiosity. Lifis was losing his mind and let out a guttural moan as his cock spilled out a lazy seed that actually stickied the invisible hand teasing him. It paused for but a second before its unseeable fingers dug into his stomach and navel like it was evaluating him for sale.
---
"Awww, poor cute-footed Sneaky-Shoes. Making a mess out of everything again, huh? It's just like when we were kids, only this time nobody’s gonna save you! Such a shame! Hey, remember when I used to pick on you for eating too much? What I'd do?"
Lifis did in fact remember that particular brand of Perne's tortures and tears prickled up in the corners of his eyes at the idea of it. He steeled himself as he heard the unmistakable sound of a hand being raised and swung before it clapped him right on his cum-covered tummy-tum. Despite having braced for it, the strike forced all the air out of Lifis and made him gasp for more as another slap of the same strength hit him right in the side of the tummy as the unseen voice teased him.
"Piggy belly! Piggy belly! Pinken up the piggy's belly! Just like back in the day, huh? Are you gonna squeal like back then, too? C'mon, gimme a squeal!"
"Ow! Knock it of-OW! QUIT I-OW! GEHEHT OFF-OW! FUHUCKING STO-OW! STOHOP IT-OW! KNOHOHOCK IT- OW! FUHUC-OW! STAHAH-OW! AHAHAHAH-OW!"
The invisible genitals in Lifis' armpit picked up speed with each exclamation of pain. The pair of peens slipped along his skin and drove him madder and madder with the tickles. He stomped his feet in protest, which earned him an annoyed huff from whatever was using Perne's voice to tease and torture him. The next thing Lifis knew, he felt cold iron closing around his ankles and yank. He could do nothing as his feet were helplessly raised up into the air.
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"WHAHAT THE-OW! WHAHAT-OW! FUCK IS IT NOHOW-OW! AHAHAHA! NAHAHT-OW! NAHAHT THAHAHAT! OW! OH FUUHUHUCK NAHAT-OW! NAHAHAT THE KIHIHISSIES-OW! FUHUHUCK STAHAHAP-OW!"
He went absolutely mad as his feet, now trapped and suspended in invisible chains, were suddenly ravished by dozens of unseen kisses from every direction. He howled as his arches were frenched, growled as his heels were pecked, stuttered as his ankles were smooched, and finally went wild at the feeling of all ten of his toes receiving fluffy, loving, and inescapable butterfly kisses. Between this, the cocks in his slippery hollows, the hand still slapping his tummy, and "Perne" teasing him insane, it was no wonder that the pirate lost control and again spilled his seed.
His mouth was parched like he’d been lost at sea for days, and his head was spinning so much he couldn’t see straight. When Lifis heard a cracking voice yell out, "He's had enough for now," all he could do was frantically nod his head. He could barely make out the blue-haired form approaching him but when it offered him a cup of water, he drank it greedily and without thought. There could have been something in it he supposed, but as the chest he was sitting upon creaked open he kind of wished he was unconscious. Its mouth opened quickly and Lifis dangled by his chained wrists over the yawning mouth. He hadn't expected the lid to simply faze right through him, but at this point he was the fool for expecting sense at all. His savior reached over and unlocked his shackles to let the loopy privateer plummet into the chest. The lid closed behind him, and it all went dark…
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The sounds of gulls on the air rang in Lifis' ears as he came to again. This time his bondage was a bit more contrived. The man's head protruded out of the face of the same damn chest that had been tormenting him for the last...day? He couldn't tell anymore. His hands were right below him also jutting out of the chest and sticking out on either side of him were his cute and extremely abused feet. Right below his hands though was his manly, equally used and abused spire. Despite the impossibility of the pose, Lifis didn't feel very uncomfortable. In his mind, Lifis just chalked it up to his gymnast-like physique but in 'reality' it was due to enchantments upon the chest.
What was uncomfortable though was the lock placed upon the man's cock. It looked almost cartoonish as it protruded from the metal ring squeezed over his shaft. Lifis did feel a little bit of pain from that, but thankfully it was in easy reach of his hands and seemed to be of simple enough design. To a master lockpick like him, it would be easy with-oh shit. He hung his head at the realization that his picks weren't with him at the moment.
"Oh poor boy, looking for these?"
A blue-haired young man strode forward towards the trapped Lifis and sat down heavily to one side of his trappings. He held up a singular lockpick that Lifis recognized as one of his own. More intriguing to him though was the youth's face.
"PERNE?!"
"WHAT?! No dammit!! You destroyed my village! We fought to save Thracia together and then we both got summoned to Askr AND YOU STILL DON'T KNOW MY NAME?!"
"...Shiva?"
"NO DAMN YOU! RONAN! MY NAME IS RONAN! HOW CAN YOU STILL NOT KNOW MY NAME!"
"S-Sorry kid g-guess yo-you've just got one of those faces. Now quick, lemme out of here and we can get-HEYHEYNOOO!"
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With a tired sigh, Ronan had taken one of Lifis's captive feet by the toes, bent them back, and began scribbling the cold, metal lockpick all along the taut sole.
"PfuuhuGUHU-STAHAP! FUHUHCKING STAHAP! AHAHA THAT TIHIHICKLES! OH FUHUHCK STAHP! KIHIHD KNOHOHCK IT AHAHFF!"
"Say my name."
"FUHUHCK! IT TIHIH-IT TIHIHCKLES! PFUHUGHU! ROHOHNAN! FUHUHCK FIHINE ROHOHNAN! STAHAHAP!"
"Hmmph, one down."
Ronan pulled the toes back even more and began twisting the pick in between Lify's second and third toes. He stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in mock concentration like he was trying to unlock some kind of secret in the thief's foot.
"Now apologize for my village."
"FUHUHUCK NAHAHT MAH TOHOHES! PFUHUHGU FIHINE SOHOHORRY ABOHOUT THE VILLAHAHGE! AHHHH! SHIHIHT NOHOOO! TOHOOO MUHUHCH! MEEHERCY!"
Ronan took the pick and began tracing it down the stem of Lifis' littlest toe while annoyance pricked in his face. The hunter knew lip service when he heard it, and he was debating on paying this foot some of his own.
"What was my village's name?"
"OHOHO FUHUHCK NAHAT THE TOHOHES MAN! GUHHU AHAHHA!"
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With a sigh, Ronan relented on the lockpick-on-little-pirate-toe action he'd been so enjoying. Lifis gasped for air and nodded his thanks, but Ronan simply scowled at him. The archer brought up a size 6 foot of his own and played his big toe along the cock-lock, cringing at the coldness of the steel.
"Say the name of my village or this foot of yours is gonna get it again, Lifis."
"Ahhhh...haaa...c'mon have a heart kid! The...the...the name means too much for me to say! It...uhhh...hurts to think about!"
"Y-You d-don't even remember the name d-do you?!"
Lifis paid no attention to the angrily flushing Ronan at all. Instead, he tried to feign apology while creeping his hands forwards to the lock on his poor little soldier. His goal wasn't his flesh, however. Tears were already starting in the corners of Ronan's eyes when the conniving brunette's plan came to fruition. Ronan's blue eyes went wide as Lifis dug his cracked nails into the archer's...well...ARCHES! The bluenette wailed as his creamy foot had those pirate fingers digging for treasure in there while the other hand got him by the calf to "blockade" his escape.
Soon, Lifis had his ten fingers boarding Ronan's captive little boat while the archer squeaked and giggled like a child. He pounded his fist on the chest while the one wielding the lockpick tried to steady itself.
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Lifis saw his chance slipping and started to spider his fingers along the blue boy's arch, making him drop the lockpick amidst his snorts. He began plucking at Ronan's toes when he went to pick it back up, which made the snicker-puss knock it away by accident. Lifis smirked at his victory but gasped as Ronan simply began grazing his teeth along the man's arch. His tiny-toed ticket to freedom slipped right out of his grasp as Ronan sunk his whole mouth onto old Sneaky-Shoes’ ticklish foot.
He slurped on it as Lifis beat his fists on the lock and wailed to him for mercy. A solid minute and a bunch of toe-play later, Ronan wiped his mouth and gave Lifis a furious look. He picked up the lockpick and jammed it roughly into the pirate's arch before glaring at him and making a demand.
"Say my name!"
"Uhhhh... Romad??"
"Wrong!"
Lifis teared up as the archer set to using the pick to trace each letter of his name onto the sole of his foot while also lecturing him.
"R! Like how you tried to RUN from Leif, tickle-tickle~ O! As in ‘Oh! That's the guy who's tickling the hell out of my adorably ticklish feetsies right now,’ coochie-coochie-coo~ N! Like NO WAY is this ever going to end if you get my name wrong again, gitchie-gichie~ A! Like all those "Ahahaha's" you're doing right now for getting my name wrong, pspsps tickle-foot~ and finally N! Again! Like how we're gonna do this again if you get any of my questions wrong!"
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Despite his newfound aggression, and the tired way the now thoroughly humiliated Lifis was sagging in his bonds, Ronan shifted so that his own cute feet poked out behind him as he sat upon his knees. He breathed a sigh of relief at knowing that they were now as far as he could get them from Lifis' hands while still being in range to punish those feet of his. He tapped the lockpick against his cheek before flushing at the thought of his next question.
"What was the name of the village you pillaged for years?!"
"Awee c'mon ki-Ronan! ...Which one?!"
Ronan frowned to show how unimpressed he was before bending Lifis' toes back and bringing that lockpick close to their stems. He raised an eyebrow at Lifis as the metal inched closer.
"How many villages did you raid?"
"Oh, uh...Romad...you know..I...don't think I counted.."
With a sigh, Ronan scribbled the pick all along Lifis' bent stems. The Thracian winced at the ear-piercing shriek the man let out from the ticklish assault.
"OHOHONE! FUHUHUHCKING ONE! PFEEEEHEHEEHEHE STAHAHAP! FUUHUCKING STAHAHAP KIHIHID!"
"Ro-nan."
Ronan's lips came in and pressed to the ball of Lifis' foot before blowing a fat raspberry that made the green-eyed pirate cross his eyes. Ronan pulled his mouth away and wiped off the strand of spit that followed. He gave Lifis's hair a ruffle before asking him again.
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"How many villages did you raid?"
"O-One! J-Just the one!"
"What's my name?"
"Ro-Ronan...sir.."
"And what's the name of my village?"
Lifis went pale as he tried to search his mind for the answer. He looked at the dispassionate hunter with a pleading expression while he stumbled over his words.
"Ohhhh....uh...it....is...uhhh....fuuuuck...ummm...Waz?"
Ronan grabbed Lifis by the chin and plunged his tongue into the pirate's ear. He began nibbling at the several earrings while Lifis moaned and both men tried to ignore their manhoods. Ronan barely even noticed Lifis trailing a finger along his chest beneath his shirt, though neither of them noticed a certain lord sneaking up on them, a pair of shoes in one hand and a familiar quill in the other. They didn't hear him snap his fingers at all as Lifis' cock lock suddenly fall away, immediately sending a wet, white flare up Rony's chest.
Ronan was so preoccupied with drooling over the fireworks, he didn’t feel the pair of strange shoes force themselves onto his flushed size 6's. This was because these were in fact, the famous Sneaky-Shoes. Lifis saw them, but he was much too busy laughing in post-nut madness as that damn father's quill flitted in between his toes. Ronan could have easily fought off shoes, but a certain, orange-soled little lord held his ankles still while his feeties got suited up.
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Once the shoes were on fully, Leif squealed at how cute his friend looked in them. The shoes were opened up to show off Ronan's little toes, and this made the long and fuzzy laces hanging off them seem quite strange. That is, until the fluffy strings began teasing themselves along Ronny's ten little villagers as he giggled and kicked helplessly. Leif tackled the archer boy to the ground in a hug that was equal parts loving and restraining, while Lifis got well reacquainted with the feather that had stalked him for so long.
Leif was hugging Ronan so tight that he didn't notice his little foot getting too close to Lifis' prison. He yiped as his ankle was seized, descending into red-faced purring as the pirate began running the head of his sticky cock along his warm sole. The trio descended into madness right there on that deck, which is where the captain of the vessel found them when he finally returned. He loved his Chest of Ticklish Heroes, it always brought him something nice.
---
The blue-haired former pirate whistled as he walked aboard the vessel. The place was spic and span enough to eat off the decks. He'd asked for a steep price to just meet with this captain, but he'd gotten it. He'd made it very clear that he was to be left alone by the skipper's "proclivities", and as such he wasn’t caught off-guard by the sound of laughter as he got closer to the captain's quarters. What he hadn't been ready for was Surtr's great pirate throne.
The Muspellian King sat upon it in a manner that allowed him to easily balance a young man on each of his massive shoulders. Both of them sat there comfortably despite being bound from their calves to necks in what seemed to be enchanted golden chains. The colorful feathers hanging from their bonds were confusing, but not as much as the ones dangling from bracelets around both Ronan and Leif's ankles. They used them to tease the ears of the duct-taped swabbie sitting bare-assed in Surtr's lap. Judging from the way he bounced, the buccaneer was getting his deck swabbed—wait, Perne knew him...was that...Sneaky-Shoes?!
"AHAHAHHA PEHEHERNE! PFUUHUHCCKING HEHEHLP!! SAHAHAHVE MEEHEEE!"
