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The Aris-tickle-crats!
By: Featherscape
(All characters are 18+)
A family of four; a father, a mother, and their son and daughter, walk into the office of a talent agency.
Talent agent says “What can I do for you folks today?”
The mother says “Sir, we’re all a family and we have an act that we just know you’ll love!”
Talent agent goes “Well, I don’t know. We really don’t do a lot of those ‘cutesy family’ acts around here.”
The father says “Sir, please just watch our act. We know that it can really do a lot for your agency.”
Talent agent leans back in his chair.
He pauses and thinks for a second.
When he leans back in, he strokes his chin and says “Alright, you’ve convinced me. What’s this act of yours?”
The family smiles.
The daughter bounces with excitement.
The father stretches out his arms and legs.
The son grins ear to ear.
The mother says “Oh thank you sir! We promise you’ll like it!”
With that, the family steps back.
The mother clears her throat with a cough.
The father cracks his knuckles.
The son can barely contain his excitement.
The daughter starts to grow anxious to begin.
The agent, eager to see what has the family so sure of themselves, leans back in his chair to watch the act.
In an instant, all four family members spring into action!
The mother rips off her dress to reveal a lace lingerie set underneath.
The daughter and son come up to the agent’s desk and push everything on it onto the floor with a few violent sweeps.
The father lifts the nearly naked mother and lays her across the desk.
The son comes up to the mother’s top half, grabs her wrists, and pins her arms high above her head.
The daughter goes to the other end of the desk and holds down her ankles.
The father straddles the mother on the desk at the waist. He reaches down and proceeds to scribble his fingers viciously against her outstretched armpits.
The mother is insanely ticklish and goes into immediate hysterics!
She throws her head back and screams with wild laughter.
The mother flails about on the table, but the two siblings keep her held down tight.
The father, still straddling her at the waist, just rakes his fingers all inside of her slick, hairless armpits.
The family laughs together, the others almost mocking the mother's ticklish disposition.
The mother is just crying and wailing with laughter.
Her hips buck against the fathers, nearly knocking him off, but he stays locked on, his hands never leaving her pits.
Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each deep heave of laughter, almost popping right out of her bra.
Still, the son and daughter hold on.
They’re all laughing along with her as the father digs his hands deep into her armpits.
This goes on for about fifteen minutes, the mother just shrieking with laughter the entire time.
She squeals and screams, her face turning a deep shade of red.
When the father finishes, he jumps down off of the mother, all breathless and sweaty.
The mother just kind of rolls off the desk.
The son starts shedding off his clothes until he’s down to only his boxers.
He leaps onto the desk face first, smacking it stomach side down.
The father gets back onto the desk.
This time, he straddles the backs of his son’s calves.
The mother and daughter rush to the side of the desk where his feet are just hanging off.
They waste no time in launching all of their devious nails against the son's plush, ticklish soles.
The talent agent watches as the son squeals with laughter against his desk.
The mother and daughter just ravish his feet with their nails, rapidly scribbling all over his soles.
The father tries to hold his son's feet steady as the boy thrashes and howls against the desk.
The women relentlessly destroy the nerves all through his feet and toes.
They laugh and taunt him while their nails rake and scratch all over the plush, warm soles.
The son screams, tears running down his burning cheeks.
He pounds his fists against the desk.
His feet recieve a solid fifteen minutes of nonstop, merciless tickling.
Just as the boy starts to wheeze and struggle to catch his breath, the family pulls back.
The father hops down and the mother and daughter stand up.
It takes a moment for the son to recuperate, but he steadily makes his way off the desk.
The father takes his place.
He strips down to his underwear, sits down atop the desk, and lays flat on his back.
The mother jumps up and straddles the father's waist.
The son and daughter take their positions on the sides of the desk, the son kneeling down next to where the talent agent sits.
The mother immediately drives her scribbling nails down against the father's belly.
The father howls with laughter, but back arching and muscles contracting to the stimulation.
At the same time, the son and daughter begin squeezing at the man's sides.
The father's face clenches into a wide grin as ticklish laughter brusts from his lips.
He shifts against the desk, leaving the mother's body rocking side to side.
Still, she manages to keep tickling him, kneading her fingers into the plush surface of the father's belly.
The family continues to find the ticklish reactions amusing, all laughing together.
The son claws tight pinches against his father's side.
The daughter splits her efforts between his side and his ribs, dancing her nails along the ridged creases.
Tears fill the man's eyes.
He bellows deep laughter all through the office, bucking and twisting against the agent's desk.
The mother scurries her nails all across his belly.
She dips a single finger into the father's belly button.
The man screams into a new fit of laughter as the nail explores and scratches within.
He rocks the woman's body side to side, but she holds on with pinched thighs.
The son and daughter scribble their fingertips across the man's plump sides and up and down his ribs.
They all keep the father locked in ticklish turmoil for another fifteen minutes.
When they finish, the mother hops down and the siblings back away.
The father springs up from the desk.
The daughter tears off her clothes, going down to just her bra and panties.
She flops onto the desk face down.
The mother sits on her back, facing her legs.
The father and son take positions on both sides of the desk.
They each start scribbling their fingers against the backs of the daughter's thighs.
The mother follows by scratching her nails across the daughter's butt.
The daughter squeals.
She belts wild laughter, already squirming and thrashing against the desk.
Her voice peaks and cracks as the family's ticklish efforts concentrate on the delicate areas.
The son scribbles all ten fingers up and down the plump length of his sister's ticklish thigh.
The father squeezes at her thigh while lightly scratching at the back of her knee.
The daughter squeals into a heavy laughing fit.
The mother dances all of her nails across the girl's butt, jiggling to the reactive impulses brought on by the tickles.
The daughter kicks and slaps the desk, her voice echoing throughout the entire office.
After another fifteen minutes of constant tickling, the daughter heaves to catch her breath.
The family pulls back, all of them disheveled and glistened with sweat.
As the daughter dismounts from the desk, the whole family turns toward the talent agent with wide smiles.
They hold out their hands and cheer all as one "Ta da!"
The talent agent blinks and falls silent.
He dabs a bit of sweat off of his forehead.
He collects himself and finally speaks.
"Well, I gotta say, that was quite the unique act," he says. "What do you call this act?"
The family stands proudly before him and speaks all at once.
"The Aristocrats."
~~~
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~ FS
By: Featherscape
(All characters are 18+)
A family of four; a father, a mother, and their son and daughter, walk into the office of a talent agency.
Talent agent says “What can I do for you folks today?”
The mother says “Sir, we’re all a family and we have an act that we just know you’ll love!”
Talent agent goes “Well, I don’t know. We really don’t do a lot of those ‘cutesy family’ acts around here.”
The father says “Sir, please just watch our act. We know that it can really do a lot for your agency.”
Talent agent leans back in his chair.
He pauses and thinks for a second.
When he leans back in, he strokes his chin and says “Alright, you’ve convinced me. What’s this act of yours?”
The family smiles.
The daughter bounces with excitement.
The father stretches out his arms and legs.
The son grins ear to ear.
The mother says “Oh thank you sir! We promise you’ll like it!”
With that, the family steps back.
The mother clears her throat with a cough.
The father cracks his knuckles.
The son can barely contain his excitement.
The daughter starts to grow anxious to begin.
The agent, eager to see what has the family so sure of themselves, leans back in his chair to watch the act.
In an instant, all four family members spring into action!
The mother rips off her dress to reveal a lace lingerie set underneath.
The daughter and son come up to the agent’s desk and push everything on it onto the floor with a few violent sweeps.
The father lifts the nearly naked mother and lays her across the desk.
The son comes up to the mother’s top half, grabs her wrists, and pins her arms high above her head.
The daughter goes to the other end of the desk and holds down her ankles.
The father straddles the mother on the desk at the waist. He reaches down and proceeds to scribble his fingers viciously against her outstretched armpits.
The mother is insanely ticklish and goes into immediate hysterics!
She throws her head back and screams with wild laughter.
The mother flails about on the table, but the two siblings keep her held down tight.
The father, still straddling her at the waist, just rakes his fingers all inside of her slick, hairless armpits.
The family laughs together, the others almost mocking the mother's ticklish disposition.
The mother is just crying and wailing with laughter.
Her hips buck against the fathers, nearly knocking him off, but he stays locked on, his hands never leaving her pits.
Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each deep heave of laughter, almost popping right out of her bra.
Still, the son and daughter hold on.
They’re all laughing along with her as the father digs his hands deep into her armpits.
This goes on for about fifteen minutes, the mother just shrieking with laughter the entire time.
She squeals and screams, her face turning a deep shade of red.
When the father finishes, he jumps down off of the mother, all breathless and sweaty.
The mother just kind of rolls off the desk.
The son starts shedding off his clothes until he’s down to only his boxers.
He leaps onto the desk face first, smacking it stomach side down.
The father gets back onto the desk.
This time, he straddles the backs of his son’s calves.
The mother and daughter rush to the side of the desk where his feet are just hanging off.
They waste no time in launching all of their devious nails against the son's plush, ticklish soles.
The talent agent watches as the son squeals with laughter against his desk.
The mother and daughter just ravish his feet with their nails, rapidly scribbling all over his soles.
The father tries to hold his son's feet steady as the boy thrashes and howls against the desk.
The women relentlessly destroy the nerves all through his feet and toes.
They laugh and taunt him while their nails rake and scratch all over the plush, warm soles.
The son screams, tears running down his burning cheeks.
He pounds his fists against the desk.
His feet recieve a solid fifteen minutes of nonstop, merciless tickling.
Just as the boy starts to wheeze and struggle to catch his breath, the family pulls back.
The father hops down and the mother and daughter stand up.
It takes a moment for the son to recuperate, but he steadily makes his way off the desk.
The father takes his place.
He strips down to his underwear, sits down atop the desk, and lays flat on his back.
The mother jumps up and straddles the father's waist.
The son and daughter take their positions on the sides of the desk, the son kneeling down next to where the talent agent sits.
The mother immediately drives her scribbling nails down against the father's belly.
The father howls with laughter, but back arching and muscles contracting to the stimulation.
At the same time, the son and daughter begin squeezing at the man's sides.
The father's face clenches into a wide grin as ticklish laughter brusts from his lips.
He shifts against the desk, leaving the mother's body rocking side to side.
Still, she manages to keep tickling him, kneading her fingers into the plush surface of the father's belly.
The family continues to find the ticklish reactions amusing, all laughing together.
The son claws tight pinches against his father's side.
The daughter splits her efforts between his side and his ribs, dancing her nails along the ridged creases.
Tears fill the man's eyes.
He bellows deep laughter all through the office, bucking and twisting against the agent's desk.
The mother scurries her nails all across his belly.
She dips a single finger into the father's belly button.
The man screams into a new fit of laughter as the nail explores and scratches within.
He rocks the woman's body side to side, but she holds on with pinched thighs.
The son and daughter scribble their fingertips across the man's plump sides and up and down his ribs.
They all keep the father locked in ticklish turmoil for another fifteen minutes.
When they finish, the mother hops down and the siblings back away.
The father springs up from the desk.
The daughter tears off her clothes, going down to just her bra and panties.
She flops onto the desk face down.
The mother sits on her back, facing her legs.
The father and son take positions on both sides of the desk.
They each start scribbling their fingers against the backs of the daughter's thighs.
The mother follows by scratching her nails across the daughter's butt.
The daughter squeals.
She belts wild laughter, already squirming and thrashing against the desk.
Her voice peaks and cracks as the family's ticklish efforts concentrate on the delicate areas.
The son scribbles all ten fingers up and down the plump length of his sister's ticklish thigh.
The father squeezes at her thigh while lightly scratching at the back of her knee.
The daughter squeals into a heavy laughing fit.
The mother dances all of her nails across the girl's butt, jiggling to the reactive impulses brought on by the tickles.
The daughter kicks and slaps the desk, her voice echoing throughout the entire office.
After another fifteen minutes of constant tickling, the daughter heaves to catch her breath.
The family pulls back, all of them disheveled and glistened with sweat.
As the daughter dismounts from the desk, the whole family turns toward the talent agent with wide smiles.
They hold out their hands and cheer all as one "Ta da!"
The talent agent blinks and falls silent.
He dabs a bit of sweat off of his forehead.
He collects himself and finally speaks.
"Well, I gotta say, that was quite the unique act," he says. "What do you call this act?"
The family stands proudly before him and speaks all at once.
"The Aristocrats."
~~~
Find me and more of my ticklish tales on DeviantArt
❤️
Patreon
❤️
Gumroad
❤️
Love and Tickles!
~ FS
