Ares, Mired in Muck. (A Fire Emblem Heroes Ticklefic) */M M/F

[Lake Superior]

His lip curled up at the scent in the air alone. The heir to House Nordion and the son of the Lionheart knew what to expect when he'd embarked on this personal quest. A swamp wasn't to be an attractive place under normal circumstances but as the lair of a man stealing monster, it was even less likely to appeal to one such as him.

"Ares, please! Listen to reason! We need you here to help us with this chaos since we have no official leader. Your father's capture is something that we all need to come together to handle!"

"Seliph is right Ares, you need to behave as a member of an army and not as a mercenary loyal to yourself! We have all seen friends twisted by this lands madness!"

Ares's knuckles whitened on his steed's bridle at the idea of a fleet-footed coward like Leif even daring to lecture him on his family. He'd the two gasping for him to return along with this entire blasted Order of Heroes that had allowed him to lose his father for a second time. Spurring his horse he rode past a sign announcing the entrance to Stillwaters Bog that had been hung over with socks and shoes.

"If that is your idea of a warning beast than I hope that your neck is clean for when I take your head," Ares mumbled to himself. The smell in the air of fecund plant-matter increased and Ares started to notice the wet noises accompanying the thuds of his steed's hoofbeats getting louder as the latter got quieter. Finally, as the foliage got thicker his steed reared and refused to go any further. With a cluck of his tongue and few stubborn spurs, Ares relented and dismounted his steed. Looking about he wasn't sure what to do with the creature and simply put it's reins upon it saddle.

"If your still here when I return with Father then I'll reward. Flee and I'll simply carry him myself and collect a new steed later."

Ares drew his cloak up to keep it from dragging in the mud and marched deeper into the swamp.

"Utterly distasteful. How father could be captured by something from this rotting heap is beyond me. When this is all over some enterprising soul should perhaps take a torch to the whole place and be done with it..."

With those words, Ares felt the toe of his boot hook on something solid mid-stride and had to wave his arms comically to keep from falling into the muck. On regaining his balance he probed about with his boot for whatever had stumbled but found nothing with the probing toe. Ares wore thick boots due to a secret shame of his and this is what kept him from feeling the dirty finger in the mud trailing along the hard sole of his boot in a quest for sweet spots. He strode on mildly frustrated at having been detained by nothing more than what he assumed to be a tree root that had still evaded him stomping to powder. He kept himself acutely aware of where the hilt of his sword was as he scanned about for any enemies or signs of this fool of a father of his or the beast that had taken him as it's bride.

The snapping of a branch made him whirl as he exited the ever-deepening mud and as he searched for the source of the sound he saw something quite big slip itself into the greenish-blue water and shoot away with surprising speed. He heard hissing in the trees and groaning from deeper in the foliage and backed away as he readied his blade. He knew that this place had been twisted by the dark magics of the crazed tickle monsters and nothing should be trusted. Something protruding from the mud caught his eye and he hissed in anger. Sticking out from the mud was a pair of pristine white feet that were familiar to Ares. They looked just like his father's big feet from when he was a child, right down to the long proud toes as if the man had never worn a shoe in his life. Those hadn't been there a moment ago and Ares sighed at the obvious trick. Drawing his blade he stepped over to the edge of the muddy bog and prodded the tip of Mystletainn against the creamy sole of the foot making the toes wiggle frantically. On the wind, he could hear his father's voice begging for help and rolled his eyes at the obviousness of this trap. Picking up a stick he tossed it at the feet and smirked when it stuck to the pair's side. Small hands erupted from the muck and clasped the stick firmly to pull it down into the mud while stroking it, a disappointed chitter went out as whatever was down there realize it had been tricked and Ares walked off.

"Distasteful creatures one and all. Why nobody here can fight normally is beyond me."

A snake hissed at the knight and stretched it's mouth wide but was suddenly baffled when the world turned upside down as it's severed head fell to the ground. Ares sighed and kept his blade ready as he trekked deeper into the bushes to get deeper into this smelly bog. His sharp senses pointed out three snares, two more snakes and a pitfall that all of which he disposed of with either his blade or simply kicking off the hole's camouflage.

He scoffed as he thought that whoever had captured his father would have some skill but that seemed to top out at tricking toddlers. He observed the large shape from earlier keeping pace with his strides from the water it had retreated to and added the bog water to the list of things to keep an eye on. It suddenly surged toward him and Ares readied Mystletainn as the reptile emerged from the water. It's giant mouth wide open it was easy prey for Ares to cut it down but his mistake was thinking it his only opponent. His blade plunged into the gator's face took two hands to withdraw allowing a single insect to easily slip in and alight on his wrist. For all intents it resembled a simple mosquito but like everything it had been twisted by Meris magic that grew stronger the more her hubbies laughed. Its proboscis had dulled out and sprouted small fluffy hairs that had sprouted their own until the insect now sported a brown and soft feather on its face. It skittered under Ares's wrist and dragged this along his palm from beneath, sticking all the surface area it could before Ares whirled about and crushed it. Flicking the wreckage of the little devil away Ares's palm began to tingle. He absentmindedly scratched it unaware that he was spreading the dust that the little fiend had been applying to him to his other hand as well. Ares than scratched his itchy second hand and got it onto his fingers. Now he was beginning to realize something was wrong and as Ares scratched and scratched at his hands he grew increasingly frantic as he realized something was wrong.

He heard laughter and looked up to see what resembled people somewhat hooting at him the fuzzy little half people laughed at his frantic scratching and pointed to the mud pits. They mimed scooping and rubbing on their palms and laughed as he went red in rage before pulling out a bag. Ares went from red to white as the little freak opened it and a cloud of the little tickle mosquitoes came flying out and made a beeline for him.

"Dammit, all! I'll kill you later for this you retched creatures he shouted as he ran like a coward for the mud while scratching his devilishly itchy palms and spreading the itch. By the time he got back to the mud fields his arms all the way up to his pits were enflamed. It felt as if a million tiny knights were running their tiny blades along with the affected areas of Ares fair skin and mocking the bristly knight for being brought so low by nothing but bugs.

"Burn this whole swamp to wet ash, blasted old fool to get brought to a place like this. Should just leave GODS THE ITCH! BLAST IT MAKE IT STOP!"

He arrived at the mud and saw the feet from before had changed. The sticky replica's of his fathers had been replacer with a pair of pale 10's whose toes wiggled nervously in the wind. He didn't know how this place was to make him rationalize that somehow that gullible idiot Seliph was here and now lawn darted into thia mud with his father barefoot but, oh look there was more. He recognized even more pairs of feet bobbing up as fellows from the army. There was Leif, Ced, Arthur and those little ones there closest to him must be Coirpre. He saw Sigurd and Quan as well as what he assumed to be others from Jungby. Shaking his head at these cheap tactics the itch flared up and broke him down to titters. He looked at the feet and worried for just a moment before darting a hand into the mud and pulling it back. The relief was instantaneous and mind-meltingly pleasant as the itch washed away into that muck. His other arm yearned for the same but Ares saw something sliding through the mud in the distance that made him wary. Darting a hand in he tried to scoop some mud quickly but an arm erupted from the muck to meet him. He went for Mystletainn but the dirty limb was faster and dragged his blade from its scabbard and disappeared into the filth with the Holy Weapon. Ares tried to frantically throw mud out of the way and retrieve the demon sword his father had left him. His caution from earlier was gone so he was easy prey for more hands to seize and pull into the mud. Face first he went, now finding this dirty bog deeper than he remembered and far more dangerous. Small hands kept his arms above his head but flipped him over to allow him to breathe as more small dirty fingers poked him all over. His tight abs were explored and his shirt pulled open to bring mud inside his clothes. The fingers poked around and he could hear an earthy chittering as these horrible little things discovered the tender bulb of flesh that was his navel. They prodded the outie with dirty, black nailed fingers and made sounds like swamp gas escaping as Ares threw his long blonde locks back and forth in protest, their normal gold now streaked with earthen brown. His hands were forced open and subjected to all kinds of torments. Dirty fingers digging into his palms, filthy toes wiggling over his knuckles and what felt like filthy cocks forcing themselves between each of his fingers. His thighs were stroked and bitten as his trousers were torn at and when his undergarments were found they were pulled at until his cock sprung from the muck like a tower. Ares fought with all his strength to keep his long legs straight up and out of the grasp of whatever these mud-babies tormenting him were. They pulled and scratched at his drumsticks trying to weaken his resolve and get at what he was hiding in those boots but he showed no signs of weakening. The feet from earlier that had tried to bait him now pressed over his face with more pairs pressing all over his head as their wiggly toes teased his ears, nose, and cheeks while some fiddled with his dirty hair between their toes. He thrashed about as his sensitive little belly button was prodded from all sides by all kinds and his cheeks were smushed to all the fingers to even stroke his lips and make him giggle from that. His pits a trough for hundreds of muddy piggies he was fading away when he suddenly felt something bind his ankles. The hands pulled on him as whatever had taken his legs pulled him towards the edge of the mud, up and out of that filthy hell.

Sputtering and soaked in what he hopes was just mud Ares sat up to thank his rescuer's only to have his wrists bound together just like his ankles.

"CURS!" He screams while bristling at how he is now the captive of the same little filthy half-people from earlier and how they're still laughing at him. He was pressed down to the ground by the bow-legged little freaks jumping on him and then burying his face under their massive feet. He sputtered under the soft yet dirty soles and kept his mouth sealed in disgust as the creature's longe toes wiggled and further dirtied his fair complexion. The creatures were bow-legged and only came up to about his chest in height and could have easily passed for humans if not for their fuzzy legs and massive feet. The ones pressed on Ares's face right now easily covered his face could curl around his head to stroke the top of his head with their toes in an unnaturally dextrous fashion.

"Release me at once you freakish curs! I need to retrieve my blade so that I can kill that monster that took my father and whatever those are in the mud! PLEAS-Gauumpph!!?"

Long toes jammed themselves into his mouth and began stroking their dirty pads on his tongue as he struggled under the foot that was used to gag him. The swamp things brought out a rod and put his bound hands and ankles over it to heft him up and begin carrying him away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the divine's weapon Mystletainn now presented as a trophy on that pair of trap feet made to look like his father's with a pair that matched his now trying to reach and take it back. He was forced to focus back on himself though when the little freaks started playing with his button making him buck and blush under their dirty fingers. The one with its toes in his mouth climbed atop his hanging form like a hammock and reclined in a way that gave it full access to the little tender skin pit. It traced it's finger through his abs like a maze before dusting the top of it and smiling at the knights gagged howls. They tried fiddling with his boots but that would make Ares struggles go up to a notch that threatened to break the pole bearing him aloft so they settled for teasing the parts of his thighs hanging out through his shredded trousers aa they carried him away from his blade and towards whatever fresh hell awaited him. In his head, he couldn't shake loose an imagined scenario of those idiots Seliph and Leif coming to save him and just ending up with their little feet sticking out of the mud back there as they got driven mad by the creatures. The idea of that being his fault made him shake and rage and threw the little halfling off him. With a mighty kick, he broke the ropes around his ankles and shrugged off the creatures playing with his sides and pits. They hooted at him in a rage as he pulled his hands down off the pole and took off running from them.

Wet leaves slapped him in the face and he could do nothing about it as his hands were still bound. Still, he kept on as the little freaks nipped at his heels. One came barreling at him from the side and knocked him off his feet. The two fought struggled with the creature tickling his stomach and abs to try and pacify him while his fellows caught up but Ares kept his head and never let him settle as he had no intention of being a hammock again. The little dastard got him by the ankle and that was it's final mistake as Ares wound up a kick and punted it off into the bushes somewhere using his free leg. He heard the others coming and went to run before feeling mud between his toes. He hadn't noticed losing a boot when he'd punted the creature off but now he felt it. A pack of them exploded out of the underbrush towards him and he realized he had no time to look for it. With one foot clad only in his special socks, Ares ran again for his freedom pausing only to kick the one who'd stolen his boot in the jaw with all the strength he could muster for putting him through this. It flew right back into the bushes and actually cleared a path in its arc. Ares took that as a path of least resistance with the swamp people in hot pursuit. While he ran the awful little mosquitoes from earlier besieged him. Landing upon his chest and dusting all the skin they could find with their feathery probosci. He slapped at his bare chest with his bound hands but the creatures cared nothing of their own lives. No matter how many he crushed the others stayed to feather his abs, button, and nipples. His hips were growing black under a carpet of them he just hadn't been able to attack yet and he was losing the strength to fight back. He had to stop and catch his breath for this fight and no longer heard the swamp tribe behind him.

He sank to his knees in exhaustion as the bugs to buzz away at having their fill and leaving him a quivering wreck in the muck. Something teased Ares's nose and he tried to swat away what he assumed was another bug to let him rest. It returned though to tiggle at his ear and he snickered as he chased it away again. In returned a third time to tease his chin and when he looked up to see it was greeted by a stretching pink void. Ares hadn't known but he had been being probed by a massive breed of snake this whole time that lived in this horrid tickle bog and was raised by the swamp folk and their cold queen. It was easy to enter this tickle bog but leaving was another story. The swamp folk would let people come in before whistling their various pets into forming belts around the exits to capture treats for their clammy queen Meris. This slimy serpent was one of them and now it had Ares. Twisted by the dark magic of the Rusalka it's digestive system was gone. Now like every other creature in this swamp it fed on laughter and it would feed on his as it kept him here. It's great yawning mouth stretched over Ares blonde head and closed on his shoulders, he tried to pull away but as soon as that pink closed around him it began. What felt like a million fingers were stroking every inch of him that the snake had. He tried to pull away but found himself trapped on the other end of the beast as those sensations settled in. It felt like his ears were being pulled upon for rough fingers to stroke inside the cups and caress the lobes, even the backs of his ears weren't safe as the red-faced cavalier howled inside this rubbery feeling serpent. It slipped further down and it's tongue teased Ares stomach as it had his kicking legs now flailing from its mouth. Ares's neck felt as it wearing a collar of stiff feathers that was spinning ever faster but still his poking fingers tried to claw a way out of the beast there was something strange though. The creature didn't feel like it was made of flesh. Still though whatever it was tickled like the dickens. Ares's shoulders felt like they had a million fingers just tracing each and every muscle and it was driving him mad. The snake lurched forwards and his legs were forced together as now his ankles protruded from its mouth his feet waving back and forth as if he could leverage his way out somehow. The phantom touches were all over his body now but his head had been left be now and was being forced into some kind of light. When it emerged into the light of the swamp Ares wanted to be relieved but the feeling of what he thought just happened was also not something he wanted to explore. The feeling as if his outie was in the center of a ring of fingers hellbent on exploring it though was something he could no longer ignore and as he collapsed into breathless laughter he felt a tongue sneaking into the laces of his remaining boot. He tried to stop his feets reflexive wiggles but it was too late as his footwear sailed off into the muck somewhere and left him in his secret shame. The handknitted socks his mother had given him, the pushy woman had always insisted her son looked good in lace so the broody cavalier's socks were light cotton with lacey cuffs that now tickled this serpent's nose. It fired back by tracing its forked tongue along with the embroidered words upon the knights socked soles placed there by his mother his mothers teasing needles. His father had always been attentive to him when he was young even as Ares had grown increasingly clingy. When he'd gone off to war was the boys first long sulk and what had coined the nickname "Daddy's Boy" from his mother that she had slipped upon his socks. Now that was teased into his wiggling soles as Ares noiselessly wheezed to himself at the overwhelming torture from the snake's strange body teasing his everything compounded with these light touches.

He heard a whistle and the snake went still inside and out. Area whimpered at the muddy squelching of footsteps drawing closer and yelped as his feet were seized and he was rolled up on his back. The dwarves from earlier waved at him and blew kisses while laughing uproariously at his socks and reddened face. Ares's mind raced with images of dwarven heads scattered before him and Mystletainn as he was dragged through the mud. His flaxen hair which had been cleaned by his trip through the snake was now again taking on streaks of mud brown and his cape had been torn off and used as a dividing curtain for his trapped ankles to allow his host's uninterrupted visitation with his cute feet. Dirty fingers teased the tops of his socked toes and hisses of how cute they were in garbled language both made Ares thrash and whine but he wasn't sure which was worse. The taps upon his socked feet drove him mad as the cotton that his mother had made the socks from had always done to him while the jeers of "cute" and "adorable" seemed to drill straight into his mind. It was as if he was suddenly a young boy again on his father's knee having his feet teased by his mother as she asked where these big things in his socks had come from before she drilled a wicked finger into his navel while his father beamed at his wonderful family. Area missed those carefree days now and feared what kind of perversion was awaiting him wherever these fre-OOF!

All thoughts in Ares's head were driven out as one of the dwarves sat heavily upon his chest and waved at him. Area grimaced at the mocking gesture and wondered if this might perchance be the same one from earlier. This question was answered as his face was suddenly smothered under a massive foot that he wished he could forget the feeling of. The toes played with his hair as the creature laughed and Ares knows it's the same one. They all laugh as the ones dragging Ares once again start counting his clenched toes through the socks as he yelps.

Ares's eyes are screwed shut in protest when they arrive at the creatures village and only the stroking of his navel through the what he assumes to be deceased now snake makes him open his eyes which bulge at the sight. He'd expected mud huts and lean-to's but instead, these creatures have constructed what looks to be a giant pit. From the pit comes the sound of laughter so booming Ares wants to cover his ears as he draws closer. Down in the pit is a giant man with a great beard of moss. He swats at the dwarves as they use spears tipped with feathers to tease him no matter where he goes. They hooted in laughter as the great being would try to climb his way out of the pit only for a bundle of feathers into his pits to drive him off the wall and back down into the muck. He'd writhe there as the feather tipped poles would devour him on the ground until he tried again just to escape them. Area winced at the creature's torture but when they brought him closer to the edge he shrieked bloody murder, threatening to kill every single one of them as they pulled him from the snake which slipped away back into the bog as if this was a regular day for it. He kicked one of them at his legs so hard that it tumbled back into the pit where quick as a flash the giant's fist pulverized it into the wall before it even hit the ground before the feathers got at the vast soles of his feet and drove him into a corner. The bog folk pulled Ares up in a rage and sent him tumbling over the lip of the pit despite his best struggles. The giant was even quicker this time to act and Ares braced for a messy death but instead landed on his back upon a soft and mossy palm. The giant's other hand blocked out the sun above him and he prepared to be squashed but a single finger extended and stroke down Ares's chest through his tattered and ruined clothes. The mossy coating on the green skin tickled his exposed skin greatly and even more of his clothes simply crumbled away. He grasped at the few tattered strands left through his red-faced giggles as a branch beneath the giant's nails got into the folds of his outie. He slapped at it frantically but the twig was there to stay it seemed and the giant seemed entertained by his reaction. Nevertheless, eventually, it withdrew and allowed him a chance to settle. Ares wheezed and rolled over onto his belly, sweating and nervous. The giant chuckled and it sounded like a tree falling over, still when it began to speak Ares was shocked at how noble it's voice and words were.

"I apologize little man-spawn that you have been captured here. I am the former king of this swamp the Leshy. Now I am trapped here and used by them to torment victims like an animal. They have put you in here with me for a reason and it is not a kind one. You look like one of that monsters knight that defeated me though."

"MY FATHER! You've seen him here then? I was told he was here! What monster do you speak of? Answer me!"

"Be at peace man-spawn this is the first time in a while I was allowed to be without the tickling that creature is so fond of and I fear it is not to be removed for long. The creature is the Rusalka that has conquered my kingdom and twisted it with the magic that King has granted her. She took my lands from me and twisted the people of a nearby village into those creatures that now torment you and I. When she arrived she had three knights with her who helped her subdue me and one of those is whom you resemble. She dwells in the very center of this swamp now but I'm afraid neither of us will be getting there anytime soon. They mean for the two of us to battle with their favorite manner of combat and when you surrender they'll toss you into the muck for the mud babies to tease and warp until you are like them. Should you win you'll be given to her as yet another of her "husbands" to tease and service under that rotten king's orders."

"Hmmph."

"Unfavorable I know. I apologize for it. Perhaps if I had been more alert I could hav-"

"You just assume I'd lose?"

"Hmmm?"

"You think yourself better than me so off-handedly. We may both be prisoners but all that you have is size from my point of view."

"Ahhh I have offended you man-spawn? Well, it was-"

"Hold your tongue. They wish us to tickle each other and I see nothing else down here to pass time other than GET tickled by them so we might as well give them a show. It did ruffle me how you so casually dismissed me. Say I did win then what would happen to you?" Ares sat down as he asked the question and began idly trailing a finger along the giant palm supporting him making his massive host snicker.

"Nothing I suppose. They'd simply keep me here for their next catch. So you wish to play their game? I won't hold back you know little man-spawn."

"I'm unused to being called little. The army I served in I was one of the oldest though I admit I was rather young. Still why not play? If she has my father as one of her "husbands" then this would be one to get to him."

"Whehen you get to him man-spawn? Then what?"

"I've slain monsters and villains alike. What's one more? Through tickling will be a first though and after I dispose of her I'll be back fo free you and make good on some promises to these little vermin."

"Ha! Very well though you have me at a disadvantage. You seem to have stealthily found one of my spots and I've still yet to even learn your name."

"Hmmph very well. I am Ares of Nordion. Son of Lionheart Eldigan and the winner of this challenge and a believer in fair play so I will tell you this! I am quite ticklish upon my feet though I would ask you a favor."

Ares sat back heavily and placed his hands under his knees while wiggling his socked toes at the chuckling Leshy who wondered why the young man was presenting his feet so proudly.

"Should I lose and be put in the mud as you say, I ask you to take care of these socks of mine as they were gifts from my parents."

"Ha! Very well man-spawn remove them and I will guard them with my life."

Ares slipped out of his "Daddy's Boy" socks and handed them to the giant who placed them atop a boulder. When the palm suddenly closed around Ares he yipped loudly though. He tried to clamber up through the soft mossy palm as it closed around him but a pair of massive fingers came in from below to chase him. Despite his best efforts they took Ares ankles between them and pulled him down until his pink and virgin feet protruded from the giant's fist. The massive finger poked him in the heels and despite himself, Ares snickered as he tried to climb away. He felt the hand turning him from vertical to horizontal and the next thing he knew his feet were being run up the giant's great mossy beard. Scrubbed and brushed by leaves, branches and Leshy's craggy skin itself Ares shrieked and pounded his fists as he thrashed inside the hand making the great swamp giant chuckle.

"Where has all that self-assuredness gone my friend? Was all that bluster simply disguising a sack of hot air? A ticklish one?"

"Gahahah youhou thihink me beaten?"

Leshy's smile disappeared and was replaced with a grin at whatever Ares's new tactic inside his hand was. It moaned loudly enough to make the swamp folk lining the lip of the pitfall back in fear. It fell back and relaxed it's palm to show Ares hunched over a spot on its palm where the index finger joined it. He scrabbled and scratched away the mossy covering to allow his sharp teeth to nip at the skin there. Not looking back, he focused entirely on biting, worshipping and chewing the skin to drive his opponent mad. The giant could barely see straight and in trying to pluck the cavalier mimicking a tick off of him missed several times before finally getting ahold of the little dickens. Ares thrashed as he was dragged away by his tattered cape and suspended by the scruff of his clothes before Leshy.

"Ahaha your boasts weren't unfounded man-spawn though I think you were hiding something though. What's this I see on your stomach?"

Ares flushed red and did his best to cover his navel but the beasts finger was literally the size of him and easily knocked his hands aside as it began scratching at his stomach despite his protests. Ares howled at the branch beneath Leshy's finger once again finding it's way into the folds of his sensitive outie and slapped and beat at the invader while wiggling until his cape tore and he plummeted into a new horror. The former king of the swamp brought his massive feet up and Ares landed upon the massive soles. Eyes bulging he once again tried to quickly clamber to safety as the trap closed around him but wasn't fast enough. He just barely managed to poke his head out into the light and was rewarded with realizing he was right between the great beasts toes. He tried to struggle his way out to chuckle from Leshy who instead ground his feet gently together. The leaves covering its massive soles tickled Ares terribly and made him howl as the last of his clothes fell away leaving him only in his smallclothes. His back, rear, and heels were scrubbed if he leaned back but should he press the other way his abs, toes and nipples and palms would fall victim. He danced from one assault to the next until he felt a warmth spread through his last bit of clothes. The giant laughed at the flushed expression on his face as Ares swore at his cock under his breath for betraying him. An idea took hold of him and with the little movement he had available he spread the seed over his chest and arms by gyrating like a fish on the line before trying and succeeding to slip up and out of the mossy tomb. The giant was groaning with its head back and didn't seem to notice as Ares slipped out and locked eyes on his target before pouncing a split second later. The giant saw his moves too late and could do nothing as the blonde dug through the undergrowth between its legs until he found what he was looking for. The great beast howled as Ares found it's massive cock where it had been hiding and wrapped himself around it. It tried to stand but the swamp folk were quick to jam feather spears into its chest to make it fall back into a roaring heap of helplessness. Ares sadistic urges kicked in and he climbed his way to the top of the meaty pillar and took a seat. For but a second he considered trying to take the great organ but shook his head as he realized this would split him in half. He pictured Seliph involuntarily and flushed again before placing his feet on the head of the great meat snake and wiggling his toes along its opening. The great giant fell back and roared at this devastating attack as Ares simply crossed his arms and preened. Despite being sticky and stained with mud, saliva and indeed his own juices he now sat with a great creature beneath his 13's and a crowd of on-looking freaks staring at him in reverence. He was conquering the giant this way because he had seemed a good-natured sort and like Ares right now was a prisoner, the swamp people though would be slaking the thirst of his demon sword once he regai-HANG ON!! The force of the great geyser blasted Ares feet pink and soft and sent him spiraling onto his victim's chest where his entire body was painted white and pinned for a solid minute by the force of the sticky rain. When it stopped both he and the creature lay still for a solid minute exhausted before he felt a noose tighten around his ankle. He was dragged off the Leshy and into the muck again but was now being pulled up. Through bleary eyes, he saw the swamp folk using another great long pole to pull him from the pit. He supposed this was them saying he'd won their stupid game of tickles. He fought to keep his eyes open as they pulled him out and he could barely see the great former king of the swamp weakly wave him goodbye.

When Ares's eyes fluttered open next he yawned and took a minute to recall what had happened. He'd felt as if he'd only been in this place for but an hour but now it was hard to tell. He pulled and found himself unable to move unsurprisingly. He looked and saw himself in a great chair before another great field of mud. He was strapped tightly to the seat with what looked to be grimy ropes not just around his wrists, ankles, and waist but also at his forehead and neck to keep him still on the throne. He peered and saw a long-haired human form seated on the lip of the field of mud that made his eyes widen. Over across the field was none other than the damn fool missing father he'd come here looking for. The idiot reclined in the mud with a relaxed expression as if this was a tub in a way that made the blonde hairs along Ares's neck stand up in offense. The dastard had simply been here enjoying his filth bath after everything he had been through? It wasn't until he noticed that the smile on his father's face was abit too frantic to be genuine that he realized something was wrong. Rising from the mud before his father was a somewhat feminine shape with freakishly long limbs. It came up with noble Eldigan's foot in its hands and scooped more of the mud up to massage into the man's arches as he moaned like a bull in heat. Ares's disgusted look made it put a finger to its lips as it began its favorite game. It took Eldigan's big toe between its fingers and the knight gasped as the mud over his crotch suddenly developed streaks of white. She began and Ares could only watch as his well-trained father supplied the words for his wifey's games, his gravelly voice contrasting the sickeningly sweet words.

"This little piggy went to market hnnngh..."

She gave his sole a stroke before scooping up more of the mud to work it between Eldie's digits. Ares own toes curled at the thought of what that might feel like from those six disgustingly long fingers the beast sported. She noticed and responded by patting the mud next to his father to beckon him over as she moved onto the next toe.

"This little piggy stayed home ahhhgahaha dearest mehehercy!"

The index toe was wiggled, them stroked from its tip and down its stem by a dripping finger almost longer than his father's foot. Ares tried to look away from his father's humiliation and finally noticed the light steam coming out of the muck as well the bubbles coming from a patch before him.

"This little pigeheee had roast beeeheef!"

Two figures rose from the mud before him and began crawling towards the trapped Ares as he struggled in his bonds. The blue hairs he could see told him that this was what had become of Prince Alfonse and General Lif. The two wiggled their fingers threateningly as they approached Ares feet securely bound to the legs of the chair. Ares struggled and pulled as they got closer, clenching and unclenching his toes.

"Ahaha guhuuhhuh This lihihittle piggy had nohohone!" Went Eldigan as his son's soles were attacked by muddy fingers now just like his fathers. The two threw their blonde locks about in unison as they howled laughter like the cuddly tickle bitches they were. Alfonse and Lif dragged fingers along Ares wrinkly soles and tried to tease his long toes open to join the fun.

Ares finally gave into squeals as Lif pried them open and placed his long tongue between them just as his father got to the pivotal part.

"This lihihittle piggie weheent..."

"WEEEHEEEHEEE!!" Squealed the Black Knight of Nordion as the two Askran's began slurping on his defenseless toes. The rusalka pulled Eldigan by his ankles deeper into the mud then pounced on the man driving them, both into the mud. The two submerged themselves in the warm filth and Rusalka surfaced before the teary with her hubbies head between her thighs. Eldigan wore an expression so loopy and stupid that had this been a normal situation Ares would have cut off his tongue rather than not make a snide comment. Instead, all he could do was squeal as his tormentors tipped his chair forward. Now on the ground, the Rusalka pulled Eldie from the muck and set to positioning herself until she looked at the sight with pride. Eldigan and Ares's heads were both between her legs with her clammy thighs acting as gags and her pale calves as pillows for the two blonde mopheads. Alfonse and Lif undid Ares bonds and set to playfully licking both blonde cocks behind their mistress as she spread mud over the joyous Eldigan and the indignant Ares's faces.

"Well aren't I the popular one? Has word of my beauty called you here young warrior or were you really just that much of a Daddy's Boy?"

Ares flushed red enough that he swore he could feel the mud baking on his skin then yelped as he felt something slip over his defenseless cock. Alfonse and Lif had slipped a pair of familiar on the pair and now teased the organs through the thin cloth making them squirm under Meris as she giggled and ran her long fingers over there red cheeks. She reached back to give both men's tight stomachs a pinch to settle them.

"Poor knight came all this way just to be captured so easily. You do so deserve another chance. So how about a game first? A chance to save not just yourself but your father too."

"BAHAAHA LEEHET ME GUESS!! TIHIHICKLING?!"

"Oooh, smart and handsome! Do be careful or you'll make me not want to let you go! How about this my golden dreamboat? You versus your papa in a tickle battle! Make him give up and you'll both go free. Perhaps three husbands are too much of a good thing and I do think Blue is more my color."

"Shoulda I lohooohoose?"

"You're smart enough to not need to ask."

The rusalka let both men up and left them by the chins on their hands and knee's into the mud. Eldigan plopped in happily but Ares needed a swift kick to the rear to get going on his mud bath. After a bit of struggling Ares popped his head out of the warm mud and sighed. Despite his reluctance, this wasn't an unpleasant sensation to be baked like so. When the pair of arms seized him though it was less so.

As a child, Ares had always been a stubborn boy so his noble father and caring mother had been quick to find a way to break the boy. The ticklish outie of the lad was an easy place to attack but he had other spots. Some he didn't understand, to be honest, but his father had found them all over time and he hadn't complained. After being reunited in their adulthoods in this land they would still have impromptu tickle battles in castle Askr with noble Eldigan almost always coming out on top. This new muddy slave wearing Eldigan though apparently remembered these as it used those same old tactics. Slipping a foot quickly into trip Ares over his own feet then riding the lad down. Tickling the small of his fellow cavalier's back made his son sputter and cough in the mud as he flailed. The boy got ahold of his father's foot and tried to pull it out from under him but it slipped right out of his grasp due to the warm mud. His father reached back and ruffled his dirty hair as if to say how cute before sitting heavily upon him. Ares struggled to keep his head above the mud as his father began stroking fingers along his temples and making him laugh uproariously.

"Ohh is my boy still ticklish here? When you were young and got a headache your mother and I would just stroke here to make you smile. Looks like it still works! I do so love to see my baby boy smiling like that. Let's see if your other spots are still gitchy my strong little knight."

"GEHEHET AWWHAHAHFF! FAHAHTHER! WAHAHKE UP! GWAHAHA!"

Ignoring the protests Eldie wrapped his arms around his boy's back and lifted him up out of the mud only to fall back and drag him back in with him. Ares flailed as he felt his father going for another of his old secret spots. The lionheart's fingers found their way to just below his nipples and began scratching there causing Ares arms and legs to go wild. From where she sat with her other two husbands, Meris saw only Ares's arms and legs flailing wildly as they stuck from the mud ridiculously which made the monster smile. Nowhere as much as Ares though who writhed atop his submerged father in ticklish agony as the fingers wandered down his abs to his belly button. Suddenly he wasn't the black knight of Nordion. He was no longer the wielder of a demon sword. In this mud pit again he was a kicking little boy begging for his papa not to tickle his tummy. No papa, please! That's my worst spot daddy no! I'll die!

He'd never died when Eldigan had tickled there before and miraculously he still didn't die though a good portion of his pride did. His father's proud big toes joined with his fingers to trap Ares navel in a pincer movement. The knight howled even louder as his father whispered into his ear.

"My goodness boy, did you get even more ticklish? What kind of knight can even fight like this? Did you just ride up to villains and throw your ticklish sack of baby fat at them to torment while others did all the heroic things? Poor tickle-boy papa will just keep you here and happy until you give up and stay here with us all. Tickle-tickle!"

"GAHAHAHA NOOOHOO! I WIHIHILL ESCAPE! I WIHIHLL SAHAVE YOU FAHAHTHER!"

"Who's going to save you tickly Ares? I do so hope somebody comes as I'd so proud to see my boy tickle somebody into jelly just like I'm doing to this bowl of pudding you call a stomach."

Eldigan pinched each of Ares abs before letting him go. Ares tried to get away but found his wrists seized by the stronger and more experienced knight. He tried to pull away but quickly his father's size 11 was on his face. He twisted and tried to escape but his father stayed comfortably in the mud and instead spread the mud on his foot over Ares's face.

"Is anybody going to come for you, my boy? Did you actually make any friends? You were always quite the loner so I wouldn't be surprised if after you give up here nobody came looking for you."

Eldigan kicked Ares legs out from under him and kept his son suspended there with his feet for but a second before letting him crash into the mud. He sat up as Ares moaned in the mud and gave his boy's hair another ruffle before taking a seat by the lad's tired 13's and pulling them into his lap. He ran a single finger down the long soles and looked at how Ares pounded his fists in the mud.

"Do you surrender boy? If not I remember how to play these instruments of yours to get the exact tune I like."

"Father no! Come to your senseHEHEHEHES!"

Eldigan pinched right below Ares's baby toe at the delicious little sweet spot his boy had there and smiled at how it worked still on the young man he had grown into. A knuckle stroked down the cavaliers sole before coming back up to give it another pinch before beginning a vicious campaign of toe twiddling across both feet. His son sputtered and moaned through his laughter as Eldigan reached back to give his rear a spank.

"Do you give up yet, boy?"

"Unhnn please...no more..."

Eldigan blew his muddy hair from his eyes and sat down behind Ares. He pulled the boy up into a sitting position and dusted him off. He then extended one finger and placed it before Ares's face before whispering to him.

"Tickle, tickle..."

Ares's eyes grew wide and he struggled weakly in his father's arms but he'd been robbed of almost all of his energy by this torment and could barely mewl and shuffle his feet. The finger bent and straightened then repeated while his father again whispered.

"Tickle, tickle Ares..."

Ares tried to get his hands up to protect himself but they were easily slapped away as the finger turned itself upside down and he mumbled half-formed pleas for mercy.

"Tickle, tickle my boy. Papa's coming for his favorite spot on his baby boy..."

Meris nodded and Alfonse and Lif slipped into the muck and began beeline-ing straight for Ares and Eldie. The finger traced Ares proud chin then down his neck making the black knight giggle and shake as he knew where it was going.

"Tickle, tickle Ares, just like when you were little and scared of your sword. Do you remember what I and your mother would do to get you smiling? What spot we'd play with?"

Alfonse and Lif took hold of Ares's wrists and began cooing gently as his frantic eyes shot to the finger now trailing down his chest. He was sweating but it was no longer due to the hot mud, now it was fear. The finger wove itself through his abdominal muscles before circling its target like a hungry shark. Ares's navel quivered in fear as each time the circle grew shorter around the outie due to its drawing closer. Finally, it stopped and went completely still right at the lip of the little indent filled with sensitive folds. Elsigan looked his boy in the eyes and licked his lips before asking.

"Last chance. Give up?"

Ares nodded so hard that Lif steadied the shaking boy's head in concern he might hurt himself.

"YOU WIN! YOU WIN PAPA JUST DON'T! NO, NO, NO, NO DON'T TICKLE MY BUTTON! YOU WIN! I'M YOURS!"

Eldigan withdrew his finger gave his boy a kiss atop the crown of his muddy head blocking his view of the twelve long and clammy fingers approaching his poor outie. Ares screaming pleas echoed through the swamp as Meris and her boys dragged their newest member deeper into the mud until he finally went silent.

Lene panted as she leaned against a tree, trying to regain her breath after her frenzied flight from that village. The strange little men had been quite friendly to her at first after they'd saved her from…whatever that was in the mud that had taken such a shine to teasing her toned belly. She didn't understand this place at all; who would use not only her little brother’s feet to bait her, but also her Ares’? Whoever - or whatever - was in there hadn't been the boys she knew though, and had instead shoved those same feet all over her face and jammed the toes between her painted lips. If the little men hadn't saved her she'd probably still be there with a mouth full of Coirpre's little piggies. She'd showed her gratitude to her saviors by doing what she did best and dancing her feet off, and they'd been extremely appreciative. The small men offered her a plush throne that they'd gotten from who know's where and even a footrest as well. They'd brought forth a bucket of soapy water and gestured wildly at her little size 6’s, which were black at the bottom from the bad decision of coming into a swamp barefoot. Alarm bells had gone off in her head as she remembered what Commander Anna had said about protecting your feet here, but she had been so tired and out of her mind with worry for Ares. The villagers had given her feet a tender scrub-down as she thought on whether it had been smart to sneak out of the castle after her love. She'd worried about her Ari after he'd stolen away, and had thought about it for all of a minute before going right out after her man. Now here she was the soapy-footed goddess of some swampy weirdos but had no idea where Lord Ares was. "Ummm I think they’re clean, fellas. You can stop—hehehe hey that's starting to tickle! Waihihit why are they itchy now?" She hadn't been paying attention and now her sudsy soles tingled with a devilish itch. Her diminuitive captors had been happy to lightly scratch them for her, but now whenever she tried to get up from the throne they'd stop suddenly and in seconds she'd be begging them to go back to relieving her. Whatever had been in that "soap" of their’s had eaten away at the tough skin her feet had developed after years of dancing barefoot on battlefields. Now they were as pink and soft as when she'd done her very first pirouette and also soooo itchy. She'd stayed for hours just receiving life-giving sole scratches from the little freaks before she'd finally realized that she'd seen Ares’ sword in that muck, meaning he must have been out here somewhere completely defenseless! She'd jumped to her feet and taken off like a shot as the little weirdoes gave chase, but she'd noticed them getting sluggish and seeming to drop to the ground after awhile. They hadn't seemed that out of shape before so she'd run for a good bit before taking a small break. Now that Lene thought back on it she became acutely aware of how much her newly softened soles still itched, but suddenly her eyes were feeling quite heavy she saw a figure approaching in the distance wielding a magic staff. For a moment she thought of how funny it would be if that was in fact her Ares as she drifted off to dreamland.

When Lene awoke she struggled to move as her limber body had been twisted like a pretzel while she was asleep. Her legs were bent behind her ears with her ankles crossed to proffer her pink soles up to the clammy air. Her strong thighs kept her arms pinned to her sides as her hands flexed and unflexed in the mud. She craned her neck to see her none other than her Ari approaching with a goofy smile on his face and a pair of staves in his hands. He knelt in the mud to make both weapons flash, and before Lene could ask what he was doing she felt her own voice being stolen from her. Simultaneously, her face flushed and her vision went red as she succumbed to the combined effects of the Silence and Berserk staffs. While the dancer let out a silent yell from her now frothing mouth, the blond cavalier began ripping through her sheer clothes with a face of lust she had never seen him wear before. The Berserk staff filled her with white-hot fury when he unceremoniously ripped off her silk underwear, but that heat went straight from her head to her lady parts after what he did next. This bold, downright shameless Ares began tickle-teasing her now exposed anus with one hand, while he used his other fingers to meticulously spread and stroke the puckered walls of her vagina. This immediately had the muted girl screaming with soundless laughter and instantly leaking juices into her lover’s hand, earning a smile from the brainwashed knight as he added to the titillation by nibbling the sides of her breasts. Mind control or no Lene couldn’t believe he was already being so merciless with her, making her burn with arousal and overriding all her logic to get her panting for more. As soon as she got close to bursting her Ares suddenly pushed himself off of her however, shoving his bared feet in her face and skittering his nails over her toned butt cheeks. The dancer’s unbridled cackles died in her throat, her screams replaced with his creamy 13s in her mouth. She had no means of begging for him to snap out of the spell, nor could she even beg him to give her sweet release. What’s more, the searing emotions running through her veins just added to her sexual frustration the longer Ares held off her climax. The hopelessness of the situation hit her hard in that moment; Ares was going to cum-deny her into insanity if she didn’t capitulate. Whether it was the ass tickles driving her mad as a hatter, or her lover’s sweet foot sweat overpowering her senses, Lene quickly lost the battle against herself and cried out,

“Omigods Ares tickle me please! You’ll drive me crazy like this, I give up, I give up! I’ll be a good girl I promise, just lemme cuuuum!”

At least that’s what she would have screamed, but her words had left her and all she could muster was a “…!”

Ares giggled happily, not just from feeling her tickly breath on his hypersensitive peds, but from knowing his future dance partner was slowly surrendering to the tickling as he had. Looking at her though, he could tell she wasn't quiiite broken in enough yet. With a fluid motion, the surprisingly nimble knight pulled himself on top of Lene and forced his hardening member into her drooling mouth. She had no time to process that she was actually sucking Ares' magnificent cock before his masculine hands began fondling her scrubbed 6's crossed behind her head. Her eyes red with tears and Berserk magic bugged out as she frantically shook her head as if to say,

“Nonononotthat. PleaseAresnotmyfeet. PleasegodsnoAresanythingbutmystupidlyticklishfeet", but even without the Silence her pleas would’ve gone unheard what with his meaty dick gagging her perfectly. Relishing in the girl’s panic, he took the opportunity to interpret her hysterical writhing for himself.

“Awww what's that Le-Le?? 'Don't go easy on me' you say? Or maybe 'Don't let me cum until you've tiggled my bare feet silly’? Ohhh Le-Le you know me too well! I'm going to spend plenty of time teasing you on these pedicured tootsies of yours, give you a bit of punishment for making others clean those dirty little soles for you. Now, let's start off with…this little piggy over here!" That did it. With her insanely ticklish feet being assaulted, the Silence spell had finally broken. For the first time in nearly an hour Lene screamed hoarsely into his dick - making the blond mewl with pleasure from the sensation - as her Ari twiddled her small toes one by one. She shook her head manically, or at least tried to with his meat still stuffed down her throat, crying as felt herself getting wetter and wetter while Ares started fixating on the pinky toes. "Oooooh that's your kill switch, isn't it?? Heeheehee, coochie-coochie Lee! You like it when I scratch ‘em, squeeze ‘em, pinch ‘em like this? Hmmmm should I…suck them?”

Without warning he bent himself over past her head and started suckling her pink toes. Hard. The inhuman screams that the toe-sucking drew out of her went straight to Ares' aching penis, making him lose control and cum prematurely into her mouth. The humiliated dancer nearly choked on his hot semen as he didn't let up on the nibbling for a second, and as soon as she gulped down his seed Lene could feel her mind starting to fog. The chewing and biting suddenly felt pleasant to her tingly feet, the erotic fire in her gut seemed to envelop her entire body, and even as Ares' dick shrunk down she couldn't stop but suck his excess juices hungrily until she swallowed every last drop. As soon as his penis slipped out from her lips, the orgasm-starved Lene finally found her words. She begged pathetically for her darling to rip the last of her clothes off her, to take advantage of her, brush her feet until she came all over herself like the slut she was. Feather her arches while pounding her ass, make her oink and squeal like a pig to entertain their new mistress. Get her lady parts flowing like a fountain with nothing but tickle talk; just "kitchy-coo" and "tiggle, tiggle" her to climax while her lewd imagination tickled her own size 6s for him. Ares beamed proudly at his drooling love who looked up at him with a wide and vacant grin. To her utter delight he pulled out two horse brushes and immediately got to razing her soles with them, eliciting ear-splitting laughter from the broken dancer.

“Yeeess such a good girl you’ve become, that's it. Take the tiggles. Beg for more. You love the brushes you slut. You can't wait for me to fuck your little brain with tickle-talk, can you? But right now you just want these bristles attacking these silky soles nonstop. Ohhh fuck beg me to nibble your toes again. Thaaaaat's it. Hnnngh, oh Le-Le, I think I'm gonna—oh fuck, Lene, I’m gonna cum again! OH GAWDS LEMME CUM IN THAT PRETTY LITTLE ASS!"

The Rusalka and her hubbies looked on as Ares did everything to Lene that she had asked of him. By the time they made it to the tiggle-talk portion, both little sluts were utterly wrecked. Neither of their mouths could form words anymore, long and thick trails of drool pouring all over each other as they looked out into nothing. The knight had no strength left after finally untangling the cum-soaked girl, unable to keep upright and as he sprawled out in the mud at her feet. They just laid there moaning like animals, humping each other in a lazy 69 position as they mindlessly shoved their toes into each other's mouths to suck on like candy. The swamp queen eventually bound the two up in Lene's vibrant scarves, trussing them both up in the position the dancer had been stuck in before. They clasped hands under their buttocks, ankles tied to one another's and a scarf around their heads to force their lips to lock into a zombie-like kiss. The trio of hubbies lifted their captured prey as they made their way back to castle, excited to put the new members of their debauched unit through their paces.

 

[Brody27]

Very nice! Loved the mire setting and the itching. I like that you include nose and ears. Thank you.