Lake Superior
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Earth 7395-5 tentatively renamed Earth C-Coo.
Allison Blair, Dazzler skated for her life humiliated that she'd had to break out these old relics of her early career as a superhero. Behind her, she could hear the mad chortling of the two of them as they chased but she couldn't look back.
She skidded to a halt and hid behind a dumpster as the Hulk and She-Hulk thundered off I'm search of her. At least that was what she called them. Since Earth had been invaded by the perverts from the planet WHOOP1E the two had been broken in after their capture and they now went by the Jolly Green Giants. She smoothed out her jacket and adjusted her spandex as a crowd gathered around the two members of the Aha-vengers and soon the two's laughter could be heard as the populace gave them a tickling. Her fellow X-men had all been captured alongside what she believed were all the other heroes on Earth. WHOOP1E's conquest was so complete that as far as she knew all the Heroes had long had their brains tickled to mush and now they were working their way through the villains as well. A large screen overhead showed the latest trio of unlucky sobs that they'd caught going mad.
One she knew far too well and was so sorry she couldn't help her. The nameplate over her ankles read "MORTIS" but she knew her as Lois London. Her own half-sister whose mental instability had always led her down the path of villainy. The skeletal hands teasing between her delicate toes seemed to follow set paths as they trailed down her pale size 5's. A quip formed in her head about that being the path the woman's actions had led her down but she shop it away as she did her best to look away from the way the tears well up in the woman's as paintbrushes decorated her exposed breasts to look like disco balls. She knew who that was aimed at and chewed her lip in guilt at it and also fear that a similar fate might befall her. She pulled her jacket tight as she imagined the sensations and got tingles in her breasts.
On the other side of the stocks was a young man she didn't know personally but knew of at least. The X-Men kept files on non-mutant superhumans and even then when you killed a whole team like young Ezekial Stane had lots of people put out info about you. She knew he had enhanced senses and reflexes so that probably made the mechanical hands playing along his bare feet and chest tickle plenty while the keyboards painted on there were probably just the kind of peg the young techie needed taken out of him. She didn't quite know what the VR Helmet on him was for but knowing the WHOOP1E she shuddered at the idea of what it could be or why his hands, clad in some kind of mechanical gloves moved in front of him like they were typing. Dazzler should've been scared as the clowns had a special punishment planned for the young second-generation villain. In an undisclosed location, a similar scene played out with the supervillainess Sasha Hammer with the mechanical hands going to town on her being controlled by Ezekial just like the ones driving him mad were run by her. They watched each other through the helmets and laughed madly as their resistance slipped away.
Both Mortis and Ezekial had their chests being tickled by ghostly red hands that teased around the other various tricks and traps. These came from the tall woman between them whose feet had each and toe clasped between the thumb and forefinger of an individual such hand, twiddling them all about in random directions. Had that been Dazzler the face she would have made would be needed to be censored out of one of her music videos. The statuesque woman getting it though had no problem like that due to one fact. She had no face she lacked a human head at all. Atop her shoulders was a red orb from which tendrils emerged that eventually ended in hands that tickled away at each of the three supervillains including herself. The nameplate over the woman's ankles read "RUBY THURSDAY" and Dazzler knew faintly of her as someone the Defenders had dealt with but the last she'd heard she was in space. How she'd ended up back on earth with her "head" in the lap of a clown who rubbed his cartoonish hands all about it while manipulating her powers was anyone's guess.
A sizzling pop behind her and a vortex made of sparks appeared as she twirled around on her skates. A white-haired woman emerged that Dazzler knew as the Sorceror Supreme of Earth, Clea. Though with a few alterations to her clothes mostly that the flowing cloak behind her now feathery edges that fluttered about in the wind. Once she was through the vortex the cape came alive and quickly invaded its feathery frills right beneath the cheap plastic flips flops that had replaced her former footwear. The way she giggled and covered her mouth terrified Allison and made her miss the cape stretching out a tendril back into the portal. Clea "The Silliest Sorceror" as she was now dubbed smiled at her before turning back to speak through the portal.
"Be good in there Stephen! I want you nice and loopy from tickles when I get back or you'll be taking Ms. Minoru's spot in the Tickle Tentacle dimension."
She turned back to Dazzler and with a flicker of magic conjured a glowing throne of magic with solid-looking ankle stocks on it to float behind her.
"So sorry about that dear. Curing the Grumpies is quite hard after all~ you've my full attention now. The last hero left not smiling hmmm? Aren't you just adorable? Especially those!"
She pointed down and Dazzler followed her finger.
"My roller skates?!"
"Those are cute too, but I meant your feet~ The caretakers of WHOOP1E can't wait to add them to the collection."
With that Allison had had enough and she turned to skate away for fear of those feet leaving her possession. Something jammed up the wheels of her skates though and she crashed into the ground. The only thing she saw before hitting was that another similar portal to Clea's had opened up right behind her without her knowledge. The woman's feathery cape had slipped out of it and worked its fabric into the wheels of her skates to jam them up.
"Oh, dear are they stuck? Let me help you get them off."
The cape worked quickly and undid the laces of her rollerskates before dragging her skates off and exposing her size 6 feet to the air.
"Wh-What happened to my soc-PHHRMR?!"
Dazzler's question about the fate of the thick socks she'd worn to protect her pies was answered by a snap of Clea's fingers. Suddenly the thick woolen cloth was stuffed between her lips. She tried to pull them put but the woman's cloak wrapped itself around her arms and kept them still.
"Ah, ah, ah. Can't have you hurting your singing voice while we tickle the grumpies out of you. You're going to do a duet with Ms. Cheney. They've got a nice little cage for you where these adorable feet can hang out for the troops to play with as you serenade them. They get your voice but I-"
With that, the cloak pulled Dazzler into the shadowed folds of its fluffy fabric in which she sank like it was a lake of pure darkness. Clea gave the cloak a shake before lifting up one corner of it and rummaging around. She then pulled Dazzler's disembodied head from it and tickled her nose while she struggled with wherever the rest of her was.
"So cute~ now for the real winners."
She plunged her hand into the darkness and Dazzler squeaked into her gag as she pulled out both of her feet by the big toes.
"There they are! hello girls~"
A quick flick of her nails on the soles had Allison giggling into the gag as the cloak fetched her discarded skates.
"Oh? Such a good boy! That is a wonderful idea!"
Clea took one of the skates and played a finger along the many feathers jammed into the wheels. With a little application of magic and soon they were able to roll fine with the feathers still in them. She gave the wheel a spin and pressed the spinning fluffers right into Dazzler's arch. The woman teared up as they tickled away at her soles while Clea climbed back into the portal she'd come from.
"Awwe they're made for each other! Come along now, you've got a concert to get ready for celebrating how we've cured you of the grumpies hehe, I can see you smiling already."
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The whole scene was watched through a screen somewhere not only improbably far away but also just generally indescribable. A long-nailed finger tapped on the screen as a corpulent being watched it. The mechanical spider legs that propelled his body tapped on the ground impatiently as he thought.
"That's it? All that time just for that? D-Listers getting their just D-serts?! That's gonna be terrible for ratings! And what kind of odd fetish is that?! Tickling?! Where's the danger?! Where's the excitement!? Although...."
He brought a hand to his jowls and stroked along what should have been a chin but instead was just more disgusting green flesh.
"It could be cheaper...wouldn't have to get new actors all the time when they break. The humiliation aspect is nice too, teach them there's no other network but this one. Honestly, it is quite the treat to watch if you can get creative enough with it...hmmm...THAT'S IT!"
A slam of his massive fist so hard that his perpetually open eyes strained against the contraptions that kept them that way and Mojo buzzed in his personal secretary.
"Rita my dear...GET ME MY X-MEN!"
It started slow, mutants being a hard to come by commodity now that they'd all grouped up on their island. Muties nobody would miss. Who even remembered Pete Wisdom after all? British? Government? Uptight? The triple threat of tv turn-offs. Nobody was gonna look for him too hard. A call about some suspected mutant terrorists in an old warehouse and her Majesty's best was on his way. Didn't take long at all, something to be said there Mojo supposed.
The second Pete was through the door he was his. What had looked like a dingy warehouse from the outside changed the second he was across the threshold. The agent of the Queen blinked in utter disbelief at the fresh scene before him wherein he was in some kind of volcano lair straight out of a cheap film. Some kind of horrible creature was squeezed into a white suit befitting the villain of such crap looking down at him.
"Ahhhh greetings Mr. Wisdom! It's so nice to see you in the light of the day as opposed to skulking in the shadows. Hrmm? You seem displeased, oh is it because I referred to you by your real name as opposed to your codename? Wait do you have one? If you do why isn't it 00X?! It just seems so obvious! It's copyright, isn't it? Don't worry that won't be a concern in the Mojoverse! GUARDS!"
Pete Wisdom had so much he wanted to say but whirling about and summoning his heat daggers to defend himself. The woman in a suit behind him though easily snuffed those out by wrapping her hands around his own and lifting him up off the ground by them. That would have been mad enough for the MI3 agent's ego but the fact that the woman had four more arms to dig into his helpless armpits and sides as she carried him just made it worse.
"Bahahahha whahahat the bloohoohoody hehehell is thihihs?!"
"So sorry Double O X but those mutant powers of yours are difficult for the sake of the story. So from this point forth mutants in Mojoverse will not have their powers and instead have one special power. HYPER-TICKLISHNESS! STRAP HIM DOWN SPIRAL!"
"TOHOHERAG BLIHIHGHTER LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!"
"Hmmmph, that's not the kind of English accent that people like. We're gonna have to change that. We could do it in post but here in Mojoverse, you're on the clock forever so there is no post. We'll just have to do more takes till you get it right!"
Spiral set to strapping Mr. Wisdom down to the table located right beneath the giant laser that every film such as this needed. She removed his shirt and shoes while she was at it but left him his suit pants and dress shirt, though she did untuck it and expose the man's tight stomach as the laser started to power on.
"Is this some kind of bleeding Bond riff? You can't be serious I'm not even MI6!"
"THE LINE IS " YOU EXPECT ME TO TALK" MR. WISDOM! WE WILL KEEP DOING TAKES UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT! *ahem* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, unprofessional behavior just gets me so flustered and it doesn't help that you're laughing at me!"
Pete was laughing but not at the horrible flesh monster known as Mojo. Instead, he was laughing because of the six naughty hands going to town on his restrained form. While Mojo had been throwing a tantrum she'd leaned in and let him know that she liked ALL kinds of British accents but that her favorite accent was laughter. Soon after hands invaded Pete's armpits, the crook of his neck, and even began playing with the man's ears and nose. Spiral had produced all manner of tools feathers, spurs, hairbrushes, etc, and was driving the man mad as the laser above him powered on and started slowly traveling up the table toward his restrained stomach.
Thankfully it wasn't a deathray but instead a kind of laser-assisted tattooing device. Pete threw his head side to side in absolute hysterics as the horrid thing proceeded to tattoo the lines he had no intention of saying right onto the ticklish skin of his stomach so that he could better remember them. The agent laughed himself hoarse and tired as more lasers powered on to begin doing the same on the soles of his feet as well, all while Spiral's cold robotic hand teased his adam's apple during its distressed bobbing. Mojo turned to look at a console and saw the numbers he was pulling in.
"We're a hit! All the craziest dimensions love this! I knew people loved seeing more mutants suffer but who knew they'd go rabid for something like this! We need more though, more and more mutants going wild in themed madness for the amusement of sadists and perverts. If they weren't on that damn island...gotta be some of them not there."
Indeed there were a few mutants not living on Krakoa and after a bit of searching, that's how Mojo came across one Miss Madelyne Pryor. The lonely clone wasn't welcome on the island and their loss was Mojo's gain. Soon she was starring in her own show live in the Mojoverse. Its theme song becoming iconic in the circles of people who loved nothing more than to see gene trash tickled cross-eyed.
"*Bad clones, bad clones what you gonna do? What you gonna do when Spiral gets her hands on you* never get tired of that tune how about you Maddy-poo?"
"Pphrrmm?! Hrmrmn ghhhmfmm!!!"
"Too true, bestie. Tickle, tickle~"
Two of Spiral's hands were on the steering wheel before her, perfectly at ten and two. The other four though scribbled their nails in all manner of places on the pair of bound size 8 feet sitting beside Spiral's head. The trapped feet were kept right where Spiral wanted them by a zip tie looped around one of the woman's little toes to keep it secured. In the backseat of the police cruiser, the mutant assassin drove sat none other than the former Queen of Limbo Madelyne Pryor. She'd been wrapped up tight from her ankles to shoulders by Spiral after another rousing episode of Clone Hunters.
Each week the mutants was released into some new locale to beat feet and flee in an attempt to get away from Officer Rita Hayworth. The run times varied but it always ended the same way due to the woman having no powers here in Mojoverse. Eventually Spiral would catch her, the cuffs would get slapped on and the assassin would break out something to wrap her up tight. She'd started with simple duct tape in the pilot then branched out with wrapping paper, ribbons and fabric. In this episode, Maddy lets out her ticklish grumphs and grumbles from inside a cocoon of caution tape as Spiral broke out a marker to get ready for the show's credits.
This was the 2nd most popular part of the show (behind the chase, everyone loves a good chase!) in which the camera would zoom on Madelyne's trapped soles while going picture in picture on both her gagged face and Spiral's. While Spiral used two or three of her hands to uncap a marker and write the names of all those responsible for this production (Just Mojo over and over, using a soapy rag to clean them off when full and start over again with writing his name and various titles) on the petite soles the woman would usually either do her own nails or hum a bemused tune while driving Madelyne out of her mind. Those sick beings across the multiverse loved this for various reasons and Mojo loved them for one, the ratings! Still, he needed more were there other mutants on their own out there that Krakoa couldn't be keeping track of?
Just the littlest bit of checking around and soon enough Mojoverse had a new hit show. In this episode, they were in the familiar diner set and Spiral read her lines perfectly as always while her co-star chewed her lip and tried to hold it in. Mojo tapped his fingers impatiently and waited before finally throwing his megaphone to the ground in frustration at the woman's unprofessionalism.
"THE LINE IS "YOU JUST HAD TO HAVE THE BIIIIG SALAD!!" IT'S SO SIMPLE AND YET THIS OUR FOURTH TAKE! RITA! MAKE IT WORSE!"
Spiral obliged and soon the woman in the straitjacket sitting across from her was shaking from side to side. It had been hard enough for Ruth Bat-Seraph to try and read these obviously stolen lines when Spiral had only been using two hands to tease her foot beneath the table. The six-armed friend had one of her feet trapped in a leglock beneath the diner table and was using one hand to pin back the woman's delicate toes and another to scribble her fingers all along the soft sole. Now at Mojo's order, two more hands descended one pecking at her plush heel and the other twiddling her toes about at random. Still, the woman did not laugh, it was commendable and a big reason why people tuned in to watch what Mojo had dubbed, Sabrafeld. Whatever you wanted to call the creatures out there that loved seeing mutants laugh they were on the edge of their seats waiting to see the woman who had once been Israel's greatest hero and if this would be the episode she wept openly while admitting to just being a ticklish little girl.
She'd endured the episode where they'd made her wear special heels that had simulated tongues at the soles to lick away at her feet and make her do what quite possibly was the worst dance of all time. She'd been redfaced but quiet for the episode when Spiral had stripped her bare and scrubbed her down in a tub while frequently asking the viewers if she was even "Sponge-worthy" at all. Even the one about the mannequin that looked too much like her where Mojo had put his spin on it and had her have to fill in for the dummy having to stay stock-still while Spiral "inspected" the fabric of the clothes on her (really she just dug around in the woman's navel with her fingers) she'd hung on through all of them.
The way she'd teared up at her belly button getting it though had Mojo pretty sure he knew what it would take to break her. Getting a little vibrating egg painted like a junior mint into the divot would be the perfect ploy for when the ratings started to dip but for now, multiverse loved nothing more than the shots on Sabra's red face as the hair that Mojo had paid so much to have curled up nice to resemble the actress of his choice cascaded off her shoulders. The numbers the show brought in were killer but they were nothing compared to the sheer generosity that one fan showed. Mojo had no idea who the "Timebroker" was but when a package ended up mixed in with all the fanmail for the Mojoverse and requests for lewdness from Spiral, Mojo might have made a friend for life.
What looked like nothing more than a water bottle filled with milk turned out to be something far more and that's how Kevin Sydney, or as he was known throughout the multiverse Morph ended up as another rising star on Mojo's mutant-only programming block. The rubbery shapeshifter always had a grimace on his face when Mojo would come out and show the live studio audience their star stretched out on a rack but it would only take a little bit for the ridiculous "man" to stretch him all about and into the shape of some kind of hare-brained product.
"It slices! It dices! This product even tastes great!"
The sound Morph made when the host would give his contorted form a lick could have been laughter but it was quite hard to tell what any sound a shapeshifter made when they were currently stretched into the shape of a kind of kitchen appliance. Morph tried to make the best of it, make jokes about Mojo's weight, how low he was being advertised and just the general strangeness of the situation but sometime around the episode where he was playing a basket that people wore around their neck to store their feather collections he lost it.
Mojo ended up missing it, the banter, the witticisms, and even the terrible puns. It just wasn't the same and he realized it. Sure now he could the bit about the leaking tank of water and just slap Morph right in there, demonstrating to the crowd how he was still watertight even as Mojo stroked a finger along the quivering puddle of former hero. He really would have appreciated it though if there could have been some kind of play on words along the lines of "Hold your water" somewhere in the frenzied laughter from the mutant. He made a mental note that not all mutants were created equal and that maybe Rita should best be left in charge when it came to getting hands-on with the talent.
Spiral had taken a bit of a break as she'd decided to moonlight on a certain island to "acquire" some talent for Mojo. So when she came back with a young fame-seeking mutant who'd seemed drawn to the name "Morph" it had been a dream come true for her boss. Benjamin Deeds liked the name quite a bit but it hadn't taken much pressure at all from Mojo for him to drop it and go by something else. That's something the viewers loved about the young mutant, he was just so adorably malleable. His shapeshifting abilities should have been negated on Mojo's sets but Spiral had asked for them to be left on for a few reasons.
The first was so as to not clue him in on the nature of the new talk show he'd been given on Mojoverse. The nervous young man sat on a sofa before a giant backdrop that simply portrayed his name. Every glance he took at the giant letters spelling out "MORPH!" made him blush but Mojo said he was made for a talk show of his own and that his boyish features were perfect for daytime slot.
"Pl-Please welcome my first g-guest, the esteemed D-Dr. Hank McCoy!"
When the curtain twitched open and the figure came out, Benjamin was confused, he'd seen Hank McCoy around the island and that didn't look like him. He wasn't even the right color, instead having a kind of gray coloration on fur that he'd only seen on the man in old photo's. His misgivings were clear on his face as his guest sat down and the mutant doctor observed two things quickly. First, he was glad that his suggestion to Mojo about the host had been observed and that the young man's pink and inviting size 7's were bare to match his own. The other observation was that the longer he looked at him the taller the boy was growing, out of a defensive reaction. When Spiral had approached Mojo about a young shapeshifter whose powers were so out of control that he would unconsciously change himself mid-conversation the possibilities could be seen from space. The Dark Beast sat down next to the uncomfortable mutant and pulled him close, skittering a sharp claw up his ever-growing neck to show him the downside of sudden height.
Benjy let out a giggle at that and Mojo watched the ratings climb, he motioned to the mad scientist to keep going and got a nod back in response. Benjy tried to worm his way out of the Dark Beast's grip but found his height working against him in that case. It seemed an obvious answer and soon his new found inches were disappearing as the boy shortened himself but that turned out to be a bad idea. The furry sadist took the quickly shrinking lad right onto his lap easily now that he'd made himself so much more conveniently travel-sized, Benjy's giggles turned to snorts as he tried to slap away the thick furry arms that held him there.
"My, my I must say that you just seem to be an adorably inexperienced lad. You've yet to ask me a single question in this interview, maybe start with why I'm doing this?"
Benjamin found the buttons of his shirt quickly undone by the Doctor's shockingly nimble fingers. The thick claws that could just as easily rip him apart instead now danced themselves over his bare stomach as he writhed on the other mutants' lap.
"Eheheheh whahahat?! Wehehehy are you dohohoing thihihs? This is suhuhupposed to be my shohohow!"
Benjamin's stomach was quite ticklish and so in an act of defense to Dark Beast's advances, it started to harden into a tight muscle to try and negate the ticklishness. However, Mojoverse didn't let cutie muties get away like that and so when the aggressors sharp nails got in between the muscles of his newfound abs he was officially upgraded to guffaws.
"Why I'm doing this is obvious, because your abilities reaction to things like this is quite fascinating and I've never been one to stop experiments due to something as silly as morality. To answer you're surprising second question, my silly boy, you've confused your words. This isn't your program here, you are the show. Now I'd say these muscles aren't quite working wouldn't you? The hard skin seems to be very ticklish, maybe try softening it up a bit hmmm?"
The whole situation had Benjamin so flustered that his powers just obeyed without his mind getting to factor in. Dark Beast smiled as the lad's abs disappeared into the burgeoning bit of baby fat that quickly changed ubbed up his tummy. It was no less ticklish of course but now the mad scientist could knead and squeeze all along the soft belly while Benjy squealed like a child. He started using both hands as Mr. Deeds didn't even have the energy to fight back his hands as they roamed all over his tum. One nail getting inside his navel had Morph sitting up like he'd just been shocked by the man's fur.
"AHHH! NAHAHT THERE!"
"Oh my stars and garters, somebodies ticklish there hmm? Why is it more ticklish down at the deep part..."
*Flick, flick, scrape*
"NAHAHAHA!"
Benjamin couldn't help it, his body started changing again despite what he wanted and much to the villain's delight soon Benji was sporting a cute little outie navel for him to run a claw along as he gasped. The Dark Beast put an arm around Benjamin and pulled him close, almost as if he was comforting him in reality though he was tracing a claw along the man's spine and enjoying the way he could feel his vertebrae shift whenever he started paying attention to them. Benjamin tried to bury his face in Beast's shoulder to muffle his squeaks but the way his nostrils changed to become wider and get the bristly fur up them made him snuffle and squeal.
McCoy pulled him out of there just for fear that he might sneeze and mess up his fur. He may be a monster but he was a clean monster. He readjusted Benjamin and went for the kill, using one arm to pin his arms down to his sides and giving him a furry gray seatbelt and the other arm to take one of the boy's ankles and force him to sit cross-legged. The way Benjamin's foot was stuck had him shaking in fear and soon the Beastial Villain had his own foot up and approaching. He wiggled the long claws on each of his toes and put them to the lad's foot slowly before raking them up and down the soft skin as he squealed. Dark Beast was the proverbial cat with the canary and he enjoyed the way Morph sang as his claws dug in for the game of footsie in which he had the advantage.
Benjamin's foot tried to shift, getting bigger just gave him more room to scrape around. Smaller meant that he could get the whole sole with only two or three toes, allowing the others to wrap around and tickle the tops. Lengthening his toes gave McCoy more stem to tease while shortening them meant he could engulf them and simply use his leathery heels to rub about Benny's sole. No matter how he changed himself he stayed as the Beast's tickle toy with eyes of various colors that were beginning to tear up. Mojo watched the whole thing from the booth in sick glee.
"There was supposed to be a part later with puppies and dancing but cutting away from this would make the people violent. Who says there's nothing good on daytime! Haha, RITA! WE NEED MORE! FIND ME MORE OF THEM!"
Mojo's next idea was a bit more reckless so he'd have to use some in-house talent for it. With a little luck, he could attract some viewers who wanted something a bit more extreme than tuning in to watch Morph have his cute feet getting licked by puppies. It'd take more than a little luck and Mojo had just the mutant for it. Soon Longshot was saddled up for Mojo's new daredevil show that was all about the four-fingered stuntman trying to defy the odds. It was an old trick but in honor of the way things were working, Mojo had a new idea on how to spice it up.
Gone were the days of a simple ramp to jump over some kind of interdimensional horror where it was up to nothing more than Longshot's own abilities on whether he'd make it over or be ripped apart in agony. Yes, Mojo had more than enough back-ups and understudies that could easily take his place even if he didn't want to just pluck another Longshot from somewhere in his library. This was more fun though as anytime he usually left one of the handsome devils alive too long it'd get up the courage to lead a rebellion, join the X-Men, or worst of all...unionize. It was good programming but the audience might not have the patience these days. So what better way than to alter the stunts?!
Now instead of leaping a bike over a tentacled dimensional horror that wanted to devour every inch of his flesh, he was jumping it over a tentacled dimensional horror that had wrote into the show about how much of a fan it was and wanted to worship every inch of his flesh. When he would plop right into it's arms/claws/tentacles (which he would because Mojo would put no gas in that motorcycle, bad economy) it would have its fun with him. The ratings would spike as his all kinds of mouths and beaks teased at his fingers and toes, his navel would be explored by three mouths and his ears would somehow receive fluffy teasing all while he was cradled in two human-ish arms that were thicker than he was wide.
Mojo decided to branch out, he'd strap his favorite hero to the old giant spinning target and play the game where knives would be thrown at him. However, he'd put saddles on the knives and allow the seats to be filled by the members of the Longshot fan club who came from worlds where size worked differently. The tiny fans would ride over happily and if they survived the journey they'd disembark to quickly scamper over and get beneath the mutant's clothes and tease his ticklish skin. The best part was that Longshot's eye would glow through the whole thing, an effect that was normally reserved for when he was using his powers for good. Turns out that giving it all to his fans whether he liked it or not? Really good.
Mojo prepped a special show that was only for triple-platinum, diamond prestige subscribers to the Mojoverses streaming package. For those lucky few they were treated to a live show every night of a pair of handsome size 10 feet getting Mojo's full attention with a POV shot. He'd play his long disgusting fingers along the blushing soles, tease the high arches while muffled giggles could be heard from the subject, and of course, he'd pay special attention to the four shapely toes on each foot. Wiggling them, teasing them, and even using a few tools on their stems as the hero would make noises into the gag.
At the end, a slow tracking shot up Longshot's bound form revealing his naked form with his hands bound behind him. Mojo would take extra time to tease the man about the gag that had been keeping him down. It was worth the extra effort in his opinion to keep stealing socks from Ms. Blaire. Spiral didn't seem to mind doing it after all and it meant she was getting better at getting things off that island. That was good cause if there was one thing in this business it was that you never stopped till the public was sick of it, and right now? Mutants were hot.
This is more of my Krakoa stuff since I'm hyper-fixating on X-Men now. Expect me to continue it eventually but for now enjoy some D-Lister tickles!
Earth 7395-5 tentatively renamed Earth C-Coo.
Allison Blair, Dazzler skated for her life humiliated that she'd had to break out these old relics of her early career as a superhero. Behind her, she could hear the mad chortling of the two of them as they chased but she couldn't look back.
She skidded to a halt and hid behind a dumpster as the Hulk and She-Hulk thundered off I'm search of her. At least that was what she called them. Since Earth had been invaded by the perverts from the planet WHOOP1E the two had been broken in after their capture and they now went by the Jolly Green Giants. She smoothed out her jacket and adjusted her spandex as a crowd gathered around the two members of the Aha-vengers and soon the two's laughter could be heard as the populace gave them a tickling. Her fellow X-men had all been captured alongside what she believed were all the other heroes on Earth. WHOOP1E's conquest was so complete that as far as she knew all the Heroes had long had their brains tickled to mush and now they were working their way through the villains as well. A large screen overhead showed the latest trio of unlucky sobs that they'd caught going mad.
One she knew far too well and was so sorry she couldn't help her. The nameplate over her ankles read "MORTIS" but she knew her as Lois London. Her own half-sister whose mental instability had always led her down the path of villainy. The skeletal hands teasing between her delicate toes seemed to follow set paths as they trailed down her pale size 5's. A quip formed in her head about that being the path the woman's actions had led her down but she shop it away as she did her best to look away from the way the tears well up in the woman's as paintbrushes decorated her exposed breasts to look like disco balls. She knew who that was aimed at and chewed her lip in guilt at it and also fear that a similar fate might befall her. She pulled her jacket tight as she imagined the sensations and got tingles in her breasts.
On the other side of the stocks was a young man she didn't know personally but knew of at least. The X-Men kept files on non-mutant superhumans and even then when you killed a whole team like young Ezekial Stane had lots of people put out info about you. She knew he had enhanced senses and reflexes so that probably made the mechanical hands playing along his bare feet and chest tickle plenty while the keyboards painted on there were probably just the kind of peg the young techie needed taken out of him. She didn't quite know what the VR Helmet on him was for but knowing the WHOOP1E she shuddered at the idea of what it could be or why his hands, clad in some kind of mechanical gloves moved in front of him like they were typing. Dazzler should've been scared as the clowns had a special punishment planned for the young second-generation villain. In an undisclosed location, a similar scene played out with the supervillainess Sasha Hammer with the mechanical hands going to town on her being controlled by Ezekial just like the ones driving him mad were run by her. They watched each other through the helmets and laughed madly as their resistance slipped away.
Both Mortis and Ezekial had their chests being tickled by ghostly red hands that teased around the other various tricks and traps. These came from the tall woman between them whose feet had each and toe clasped between the thumb and forefinger of an individual such hand, twiddling them all about in random directions. Had that been Dazzler the face she would have made would be needed to be censored out of one of her music videos. The statuesque woman getting it though had no problem like that due to one fact. She had no face she lacked a human head at all. Atop her shoulders was a red orb from which tendrils emerged that eventually ended in hands that tickled away at each of the three supervillains including herself. The nameplate over the woman's ankles read "RUBY THURSDAY" and Dazzler knew faintly of her as someone the Defenders had dealt with but the last she'd heard she was in space. How she'd ended up back on earth with her "head" in the lap of a clown who rubbed his cartoonish hands all about it while manipulating her powers was anyone's guess.
A sizzling pop behind her and a vortex made of sparks appeared as she twirled around on her skates. A white-haired woman emerged that Dazzler knew as the Sorceror Supreme of Earth, Clea. Though with a few alterations to her clothes mostly that the flowing cloak behind her now feathery edges that fluttered about in the wind. Once she was through the vortex the cape came alive and quickly invaded its feathery frills right beneath the cheap plastic flips flops that had replaced her former footwear. The way she giggled and covered her mouth terrified Allison and made her miss the cape stretching out a tendril back into the portal. Clea "The Silliest Sorceror" as she was now dubbed smiled at her before turning back to speak through the portal.
"Be good in there Stephen! I want you nice and loopy from tickles when I get back or you'll be taking Ms. Minoru's spot in the Tickle Tentacle dimension."
She turned back to Dazzler and with a flicker of magic conjured a glowing throne of magic with solid-looking ankle stocks on it to float behind her.
"So sorry about that dear. Curing the Grumpies is quite hard after all~ you've my full attention now. The last hero left not smiling hmmm? Aren't you just adorable? Especially those!"
She pointed down and Dazzler followed her finger.
"My roller skates?!"
"Those are cute too, but I meant your feet~ The caretakers of WHOOP1E can't wait to add them to the collection."
With that Allison had had enough and she turned to skate away for fear of those feet leaving her possession. Something jammed up the wheels of her skates though and she crashed into the ground. The only thing she saw before hitting was that another similar portal to Clea's had opened up right behind her without her knowledge. The woman's feathery cape had slipped out of it and worked its fabric into the wheels of her skates to jam them up.
"Oh, dear are they stuck? Let me help you get them off."
The cape worked quickly and undid the laces of her rollerskates before dragging her skates off and exposing her size 6 feet to the air.
"Wh-What happened to my soc-PHHRMR?!"
Dazzler's question about the fate of the thick socks she'd worn to protect her pies was answered by a snap of Clea's fingers. Suddenly the thick woolen cloth was stuffed between her lips. She tried to pull them put but the woman's cloak wrapped itself around her arms and kept them still.
"Ah, ah, ah. Can't have you hurting your singing voice while we tickle the grumpies out of you. You're going to do a duet with Ms. Cheney. They've got a nice little cage for you where these adorable feet can hang out for the troops to play with as you serenade them. They get your voice but I-"
With that, the cloak pulled Dazzler into the shadowed folds of its fluffy fabric in which she sank like it was a lake of pure darkness. Clea gave the cloak a shake before lifting up one corner of it and rummaging around. She then pulled Dazzler's disembodied head from it and tickled her nose while she struggled with wherever the rest of her was.
"So cute~ now for the real winners."
She plunged her hand into the darkness and Dazzler squeaked into her gag as she pulled out both of her feet by the big toes.
"There they are! hello girls~"
A quick flick of her nails on the soles had Allison giggling into the gag as the cloak fetched her discarded skates.
"Oh? Such a good boy! That is a wonderful idea!"
Clea took one of the skates and played a finger along the many feathers jammed into the wheels. With a little application of magic and soon they were able to roll fine with the feathers still in them. She gave the wheel a spin and pressed the spinning fluffers right into Dazzler's arch. The woman teared up as they tickled away at her soles while Clea climbed back into the portal she'd come from.
"Awwe they're made for each other! Come along now, you've got a concert to get ready for celebrating how we've cured you of the grumpies hehe, I can see you smiling already."
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The whole scene was watched through a screen somewhere not only improbably far away but also just generally indescribable. A long-nailed finger tapped on the screen as a corpulent being watched it. The mechanical spider legs that propelled his body tapped on the ground impatiently as he thought.
"That's it? All that time just for that? D-Listers getting their just D-serts?! That's gonna be terrible for ratings! And what kind of odd fetish is that?! Tickling?! Where's the danger?! Where's the excitement!? Although...."
He brought a hand to his jowls and stroked along what should have been a chin but instead was just more disgusting green flesh.
"It could be cheaper...wouldn't have to get new actors all the time when they break. The humiliation aspect is nice too, teach them there's no other network but this one. Honestly, it is quite the treat to watch if you can get creative enough with it...hmmm...THAT'S IT!"
A slam of his massive fist so hard that his perpetually open eyes strained against the contraptions that kept them that way and Mojo buzzed in his personal secretary.
"Rita my dear...GET ME MY X-MEN!"
It started slow, mutants being a hard to come by commodity now that they'd all grouped up on their island. Muties nobody would miss. Who even remembered Pete Wisdom after all? British? Government? Uptight? The triple threat of tv turn-offs. Nobody was gonna look for him too hard. A call about some suspected mutant terrorists in an old warehouse and her Majesty's best was on his way. Didn't take long at all, something to be said there Mojo supposed.
The second Pete was through the door he was his. What had looked like a dingy warehouse from the outside changed the second he was across the threshold. The agent of the Queen blinked in utter disbelief at the fresh scene before him wherein he was in some kind of volcano lair straight out of a cheap film. Some kind of horrible creature was squeezed into a white suit befitting the villain of such crap looking down at him.
"Ahhhh greetings Mr. Wisdom! It's so nice to see you in the light of the day as opposed to skulking in the shadows. Hrmm? You seem displeased, oh is it because I referred to you by your real name as opposed to your codename? Wait do you have one? If you do why isn't it 00X?! It just seems so obvious! It's copyright, isn't it? Don't worry that won't be a concern in the Mojoverse! GUARDS!"
Pete Wisdom had so much he wanted to say but whirling about and summoning his heat daggers to defend himself. The woman in a suit behind him though easily snuffed those out by wrapping her hands around his own and lifting him up off the ground by them. That would have been mad enough for the MI3 agent's ego but the fact that the woman had four more arms to dig into his helpless armpits and sides as she carried him just made it worse.
"Bahahahha whahahat the bloohoohoody hehehell is thihihs?!"
"So sorry Double O X but those mutant powers of yours are difficult for the sake of the story. So from this point forth mutants in Mojoverse will not have their powers and instead have one special power. HYPER-TICKLISHNESS! STRAP HIM DOWN SPIRAL!"
"TOHOHERAG BLIHIHGHTER LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHO!"
"Hmmmph, that's not the kind of English accent that people like. We're gonna have to change that. We could do it in post but here in Mojoverse, you're on the clock forever so there is no post. We'll just have to do more takes till you get it right!"
Spiral set to strapping Mr. Wisdom down to the table located right beneath the giant laser that every film such as this needed. She removed his shirt and shoes while she was at it but left him his suit pants and dress shirt, though she did untuck it and expose the man's tight stomach as the laser started to power on.
"Is this some kind of bleeding Bond riff? You can't be serious I'm not even MI6!"
"THE LINE IS " YOU EXPECT ME TO TALK" MR. WISDOM! WE WILL KEEP DOING TAKES UNTIL YOU GET IT RIGHT! *ahem* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, unprofessional behavior just gets me so flustered and it doesn't help that you're laughing at me!"
Pete was laughing but not at the horrible flesh monster known as Mojo. Instead, he was laughing because of the six naughty hands going to town on his restrained form. While Mojo had been throwing a tantrum she'd leaned in and let him know that she liked ALL kinds of British accents but that her favorite accent was laughter. Soon after hands invaded Pete's armpits, the crook of his neck, and even began playing with the man's ears and nose. Spiral had produced all manner of tools feathers, spurs, hairbrushes, etc, and was driving the man mad as the laser above him powered on and started slowly traveling up the table toward his restrained stomach.
Thankfully it wasn't a deathray but instead a kind of laser-assisted tattooing device. Pete threw his head side to side in absolute hysterics as the horrid thing proceeded to tattoo the lines he had no intention of saying right onto the ticklish skin of his stomach so that he could better remember them. The agent laughed himself hoarse and tired as more lasers powered on to begin doing the same on the soles of his feet as well, all while Spiral's cold robotic hand teased his adam's apple during its distressed bobbing. Mojo turned to look at a console and saw the numbers he was pulling in.
"We're a hit! All the craziest dimensions love this! I knew people loved seeing more mutants suffer but who knew they'd go rabid for something like this! We need more though, more and more mutants going wild in themed madness for the amusement of sadists and perverts. If they weren't on that damn island...gotta be some of them not there."
Indeed there were a few mutants not living on Krakoa and after a bit of searching, that's how Mojo came across one Miss Madelyne Pryor. The lonely clone wasn't welcome on the island and their loss was Mojo's gain. Soon she was starring in her own show live in the Mojoverse. Its theme song becoming iconic in the circles of people who loved nothing more than to see gene trash tickled cross-eyed.
"*Bad clones, bad clones what you gonna do? What you gonna do when Spiral gets her hands on you* never get tired of that tune how about you Maddy-poo?"
"Pphrrmm?! Hrmrmn ghhhmfmm!!!"
"Too true, bestie. Tickle, tickle~"
Two of Spiral's hands were on the steering wheel before her, perfectly at ten and two. The other four though scribbled their nails in all manner of places on the pair of bound size 8 feet sitting beside Spiral's head. The trapped feet were kept right where Spiral wanted them by a zip tie looped around one of the woman's little toes to keep it secured. In the backseat of the police cruiser, the mutant assassin drove sat none other than the former Queen of Limbo Madelyne Pryor. She'd been wrapped up tight from her ankles to shoulders by Spiral after another rousing episode of Clone Hunters.
Each week the mutants was released into some new locale to beat feet and flee in an attempt to get away from Officer Rita Hayworth. The run times varied but it always ended the same way due to the woman having no powers here in Mojoverse. Eventually Spiral would catch her, the cuffs would get slapped on and the assassin would break out something to wrap her up tight. She'd started with simple duct tape in the pilot then branched out with wrapping paper, ribbons and fabric. In this episode, Maddy lets out her ticklish grumphs and grumbles from inside a cocoon of caution tape as Spiral broke out a marker to get ready for the show's credits.
This was the 2nd most popular part of the show (behind the chase, everyone loves a good chase!) in which the camera would zoom on Madelyne's trapped soles while going picture in picture on both her gagged face and Spiral's. While Spiral used two or three of her hands to uncap a marker and write the names of all those responsible for this production (Just Mojo over and over, using a soapy rag to clean them off when full and start over again with writing his name and various titles) on the petite soles the woman would usually either do her own nails or hum a bemused tune while driving Madelyne out of her mind. Those sick beings across the multiverse loved this for various reasons and Mojo loved them for one, the ratings! Still, he needed more were there other mutants on their own out there that Krakoa couldn't be keeping track of?
Just the littlest bit of checking around and soon enough Mojoverse had a new hit show. In this episode, they were in the familiar diner set and Spiral read her lines perfectly as always while her co-star chewed her lip and tried to hold it in. Mojo tapped his fingers impatiently and waited before finally throwing his megaphone to the ground in frustration at the woman's unprofessionalism.
"THE LINE IS "YOU JUST HAD TO HAVE THE BIIIIG SALAD!!" IT'S SO SIMPLE AND YET THIS OUR FOURTH TAKE! RITA! MAKE IT WORSE!"
Spiral obliged and soon the woman in the straitjacket sitting across from her was shaking from side to side. It had been hard enough for Ruth Bat-Seraph to try and read these obviously stolen lines when Spiral had only been using two hands to tease her foot beneath the table. The six-armed friend had one of her feet trapped in a leglock beneath the diner table and was using one hand to pin back the woman's delicate toes and another to scribble her fingers all along the soft sole. Now at Mojo's order, two more hands descended one pecking at her plush heel and the other twiddling her toes about at random. Still, the woman did not laugh, it was commendable and a big reason why people tuned in to watch what Mojo had dubbed, Sabrafeld. Whatever you wanted to call the creatures out there that loved seeing mutants laugh they were on the edge of their seats waiting to see the woman who had once been Israel's greatest hero and if this would be the episode she wept openly while admitting to just being a ticklish little girl.
She'd endured the episode where they'd made her wear special heels that had simulated tongues at the soles to lick away at her feet and make her do what quite possibly was the worst dance of all time. She'd been redfaced but quiet for the episode when Spiral had stripped her bare and scrubbed her down in a tub while frequently asking the viewers if she was even "Sponge-worthy" at all. Even the one about the mannequin that looked too much like her where Mojo had put his spin on it and had her have to fill in for the dummy having to stay stock-still while Spiral "inspected" the fabric of the clothes on her (really she just dug around in the woman's navel with her fingers) she'd hung on through all of them.
The way she'd teared up at her belly button getting it though had Mojo pretty sure he knew what it would take to break her. Getting a little vibrating egg painted like a junior mint into the divot would be the perfect ploy for when the ratings started to dip but for now, multiverse loved nothing more than the shots on Sabra's red face as the hair that Mojo had paid so much to have curled up nice to resemble the actress of his choice cascaded off her shoulders. The numbers the show brought in were killer but they were nothing compared to the sheer generosity that one fan showed. Mojo had no idea who the "Timebroker" was but when a package ended up mixed in with all the fanmail for the Mojoverse and requests for lewdness from Spiral, Mojo might have made a friend for life.
What looked like nothing more than a water bottle filled with milk turned out to be something far more and that's how Kevin Sydney, or as he was known throughout the multiverse Morph ended up as another rising star on Mojo's mutant-only programming block. The rubbery shapeshifter always had a grimace on his face when Mojo would come out and show the live studio audience their star stretched out on a rack but it would only take a little bit for the ridiculous "man" to stretch him all about and into the shape of some kind of hare-brained product.
"It slices! It dices! This product even tastes great!"
The sound Morph made when the host would give his contorted form a lick could have been laughter but it was quite hard to tell what any sound a shapeshifter made when they were currently stretched into the shape of a kind of kitchen appliance. Morph tried to make the best of it, make jokes about Mojo's weight, how low he was being advertised and just the general strangeness of the situation but sometime around the episode where he was playing a basket that people wore around their neck to store their feather collections he lost it.
Mojo ended up missing it, the banter, the witticisms, and even the terrible puns. It just wasn't the same and he realized it. Sure now he could the bit about the leaking tank of water and just slap Morph right in there, demonstrating to the crowd how he was still watertight even as Mojo stroked a finger along the quivering puddle of former hero. He really would have appreciated it though if there could have been some kind of play on words along the lines of "Hold your water" somewhere in the frenzied laughter from the mutant. He made a mental note that not all mutants were created equal and that maybe Rita should best be left in charge when it came to getting hands-on with the talent.
Spiral had taken a bit of a break as she'd decided to moonlight on a certain island to "acquire" some talent for Mojo. So when she came back with a young fame-seeking mutant who'd seemed drawn to the name "Morph" it had been a dream come true for her boss. Benjamin Deeds liked the name quite a bit but it hadn't taken much pressure at all from Mojo for him to drop it and go by something else. That's something the viewers loved about the young mutant, he was just so adorably malleable. His shapeshifting abilities should have been negated on Mojo's sets but Spiral had asked for them to be left on for a few reasons.
The first was so as to not clue him in on the nature of the new talk show he'd been given on Mojoverse. The nervous young man sat on a sofa before a giant backdrop that simply portrayed his name. Every glance he took at the giant letters spelling out "MORPH!" made him blush but Mojo said he was made for a talk show of his own and that his boyish features were perfect for daytime slot.
"Pl-Please welcome my first g-guest, the esteemed D-Dr. Hank McCoy!"
When the curtain twitched open and the figure came out, Benjamin was confused, he'd seen Hank McCoy around the island and that didn't look like him. He wasn't even the right color, instead having a kind of gray coloration on fur that he'd only seen on the man in old photo's. His misgivings were clear on his face as his guest sat down and the mutant doctor observed two things quickly. First, he was glad that his suggestion to Mojo about the host had been observed and that the young man's pink and inviting size 7's were bare to match his own. The other observation was that the longer he looked at him the taller the boy was growing, out of a defensive reaction. When Spiral had approached Mojo about a young shapeshifter whose powers were so out of control that he would unconsciously change himself mid-conversation the possibilities could be seen from space. The Dark Beast sat down next to the uncomfortable mutant and pulled him close, skittering a sharp claw up his ever-growing neck to show him the downside of sudden height.
Benjy let out a giggle at that and Mojo watched the ratings climb, he motioned to the mad scientist to keep going and got a nod back in response. Benjy tried to worm his way out of the Dark Beast's grip but found his height working against him in that case. It seemed an obvious answer and soon his new found inches were disappearing as the boy shortened himself but that turned out to be a bad idea. The furry sadist took the quickly shrinking lad right onto his lap easily now that he'd made himself so much more conveniently travel-sized, Benjy's giggles turned to snorts as he tried to slap away the thick furry arms that held him there.
"My, my I must say that you just seem to be an adorably inexperienced lad. You've yet to ask me a single question in this interview, maybe start with why I'm doing this?"
Benjamin found the buttons of his shirt quickly undone by the Doctor's shockingly nimble fingers. The thick claws that could just as easily rip him apart instead now danced themselves over his bare stomach as he writhed on the other mutants' lap.
"Eheheheh whahahat?! Wehehehy are you dohohoing thihihs? This is suhuhupposed to be my shohohow!"
Benjamin's stomach was quite ticklish and so in an act of defense to Dark Beast's advances, it started to harden into a tight muscle to try and negate the ticklishness. However, Mojoverse didn't let cutie muties get away like that and so when the aggressors sharp nails got in between the muscles of his newfound abs he was officially upgraded to guffaws.
"Why I'm doing this is obvious, because your abilities reaction to things like this is quite fascinating and I've never been one to stop experiments due to something as silly as morality. To answer you're surprising second question, my silly boy, you've confused your words. This isn't your program here, you are the show. Now I'd say these muscles aren't quite working wouldn't you? The hard skin seems to be very ticklish, maybe try softening it up a bit hmmm?"
The whole situation had Benjamin so flustered that his powers just obeyed without his mind getting to factor in. Dark Beast smiled as the lad's abs disappeared into the burgeoning bit of baby fat that quickly changed ubbed up his tummy. It was no less ticklish of course but now the mad scientist could knead and squeeze all along the soft belly while Benjy squealed like a child. He started using both hands as Mr. Deeds didn't even have the energy to fight back his hands as they roamed all over his tum. One nail getting inside his navel had Morph sitting up like he'd just been shocked by the man's fur.
"AHHH! NAHAHT THERE!"
"Oh my stars and garters, somebodies ticklish there hmm? Why is it more ticklish down at the deep part..."
*Flick, flick, scrape*
"NAHAHAHA!"
Benjamin couldn't help it, his body started changing again despite what he wanted and much to the villain's delight soon Benji was sporting a cute little outie navel for him to run a claw along as he gasped. The Dark Beast put an arm around Benjamin and pulled him close, almost as if he was comforting him in reality though he was tracing a claw along the man's spine and enjoying the way he could feel his vertebrae shift whenever he started paying attention to them. Benjamin tried to bury his face in Beast's shoulder to muffle his squeaks but the way his nostrils changed to become wider and get the bristly fur up them made him snuffle and squeal.
McCoy pulled him out of there just for fear that he might sneeze and mess up his fur. He may be a monster but he was a clean monster. He readjusted Benjamin and went for the kill, using one arm to pin his arms down to his sides and giving him a furry gray seatbelt and the other arm to take one of the boy's ankles and force him to sit cross-legged. The way Benjamin's foot was stuck had him shaking in fear and soon the Beastial Villain had his own foot up and approaching. He wiggled the long claws on each of his toes and put them to the lad's foot slowly before raking them up and down the soft skin as he squealed. Dark Beast was the proverbial cat with the canary and he enjoyed the way Morph sang as his claws dug in for the game of footsie in which he had the advantage.
Benjamin's foot tried to shift, getting bigger just gave him more room to scrape around. Smaller meant that he could get the whole sole with only two or three toes, allowing the others to wrap around and tickle the tops. Lengthening his toes gave McCoy more stem to tease while shortening them meant he could engulf them and simply use his leathery heels to rub about Benny's sole. No matter how he changed himself he stayed as the Beast's tickle toy with eyes of various colors that were beginning to tear up. Mojo watched the whole thing from the booth in sick glee.
"There was supposed to be a part later with puppies and dancing but cutting away from this would make the people violent. Who says there's nothing good on daytime! Haha, RITA! WE NEED MORE! FIND ME MORE OF THEM!"
Mojo's next idea was a bit more reckless so he'd have to use some in-house talent for it. With a little luck, he could attract some viewers who wanted something a bit more extreme than tuning in to watch Morph have his cute feet getting licked by puppies. It'd take more than a little luck and Mojo had just the mutant for it. Soon Longshot was saddled up for Mojo's new daredevil show that was all about the four-fingered stuntman trying to defy the odds. It was an old trick but in honor of the way things were working, Mojo had a new idea on how to spice it up.
Gone were the days of a simple ramp to jump over some kind of interdimensional horror where it was up to nothing more than Longshot's own abilities on whether he'd make it over or be ripped apart in agony. Yes, Mojo had more than enough back-ups and understudies that could easily take his place even if he didn't want to just pluck another Longshot from somewhere in his library. This was more fun though as anytime he usually left one of the handsome devils alive too long it'd get up the courage to lead a rebellion, join the X-Men, or worst of all...unionize. It was good programming but the audience might not have the patience these days. So what better way than to alter the stunts?!
Now instead of leaping a bike over a tentacled dimensional horror that wanted to devour every inch of his flesh, he was jumping it over a tentacled dimensional horror that had wrote into the show about how much of a fan it was and wanted to worship every inch of his flesh. When he would plop right into it's arms/claws/tentacles (which he would because Mojo would put no gas in that motorcycle, bad economy) it would have its fun with him. The ratings would spike as his all kinds of mouths and beaks teased at his fingers and toes, his navel would be explored by three mouths and his ears would somehow receive fluffy teasing all while he was cradled in two human-ish arms that were thicker than he was wide.
Mojo decided to branch out, he'd strap his favorite hero to the old giant spinning target and play the game where knives would be thrown at him. However, he'd put saddles on the knives and allow the seats to be filled by the members of the Longshot fan club who came from worlds where size worked differently. The tiny fans would ride over happily and if they survived the journey they'd disembark to quickly scamper over and get beneath the mutant's clothes and tease his ticklish skin. The best part was that Longshot's eye would glow through the whole thing, an effect that was normally reserved for when he was using his powers for good. Turns out that giving it all to his fans whether he liked it or not? Really good.
Mojo prepped a special show that was only for triple-platinum, diamond prestige subscribers to the Mojoverses streaming package. For those lucky few they were treated to a live show every night of a pair of handsome size 10 feet getting Mojo's full attention with a POV shot. He'd play his long disgusting fingers along the blushing soles, tease the high arches while muffled giggles could be heard from the subject, and of course, he'd pay special attention to the four shapely toes on each foot. Wiggling them, teasing them, and even using a few tools on their stems as the hero would make noises into the gag.
At the end, a slow tracking shot up Longshot's bound form revealing his naked form with his hands bound behind him. Mojo would take extra time to tease the man about the gag that had been keeping him down. It was worth the extra effort in his opinion to keep stealing socks from Ms. Blaire. Spiral didn't seem to mind doing it after all and it meant she was getting better at getting things off that island. That was good cause if there was one thing in this business it was that you never stopped till the public was sick of it, and right now? Mutants were hot.
This is more of my Krakoa stuff since I'm hyper-fixating on X-Men now. Expect me to continue it eventually but for now enjoy some D-Lister tickles!
