Lake Superior
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The Prince of Ylisse's grip tightened on his weapon. Falchion was his only bit of reassurance against the ghastly sight before him. His best friend and trusted tactician Robin stood before him, but he could sense that something was wrong. The cloaked figure's eyes were different; harder and almost inhuman. It was as if Chrom was staring down an callous, predatory lizard. This "Robin" took a step towards Chrom with his arms open in friendship, yet Chrom couldn't help but reflexively step back in fear. The figure looked like his friend but he knew it wasn't. Robin was never quite this...menacing.
"Old friend, why do you seem so scared? I thought our reunion would be a happy one, Chrom!"
"Y-you are not R-Robin."
"Did I claim to be? No, Ylissean Prince, I am much older. It is I, Grima!"
Chrom's eyes betrayed none of his shock. He had ridden out recklessly with the wind at his back the moment he'd heard of Robin being sighted. Frederick and Lissa couldn't keep pace at all and he'd quickly left them in the dust. He'd known that to be a dumb move, but ever since not just one but both Robin's had been taken by Muspel and Hel’s forces, he couldn't help but blame himself. He had lost so many friends to this villainous alliance they'd constructed and seen dozens of them twisted into ridiculous caricatures, all drooling for more tickles and the chance to drag others away with them. The prince had sworn that he wouldn't let that be Robin's fate, and odd as it was to admit he was honestly thankful that his partner had been possessed by something as mundane as the Fell Dragon.
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It took a step forward and Chrom was ready to meet it. He'd driven this monster out of Robin before and he would do it again with relish, but then he noticed something. The fell dragon was wiggling his fingers rather menacingly as he advanced on the sword lord. Chrom swallowed as he knew exactly what that hand gesture meant. He'd seen it plenty when he was young and Emmeryn had wanted to punish him or Lissa. His toes curled in his boots at the realization that an inhuman monster such as Grima had adopted the tactics of this world.
He charged and swung his blade right at Grima's neck but gasped as it was swatted right out of his hands. The dragon was quick to seize Chrom by the wrists and pull him back as he tried to retreat. Chrom found both his arms grasped and tried to pull away as Grima reeled him in with that fearsome draconic strength. The dark being simply sat down heavily and Chrom was finished. He fell clumsily back into the dragon's lap as if he was a small child. Grima easily pinned his struggling hands beneath his tasty rump and was soon walking his fingers up the prince's chest.
"Have you been a good little boy this year prince-y?"
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Chrom struggled and kicked but to Grima - with the power of the dark laughter-based rituals AND his own innate strength - it was as if he had a stuffed toy trying feebly to break free from his grip. Grima simply snickered as he walked his evil fingers along Chrom's abs and looked at his rapidly reddening face.
"Have something you want to say, little prince? Tell me if you're ticklish?"
"D-dehehemon let gooho of mehee!"
"Why if I do then I'll just keep Robin. Sound like a fair trade?"
"Noohoo let hihiim go too!"
"Oh? Someone's getting greedy. One or the other. I need someone to stuff in my stockings back at the castle. If you really want Robin back then you'll be coming with me."
"You can't have either of us!"
"Can't I? Does it not look like I've already got you both? Do you have some clever plan to get free? I'm all ears. Actually..."
Grima slipped a finger into Chrom's big, goofy ear.
"Stahahp! Fiheheind!"
"Just making sure you can hear yourself, my handsome prince."
"Yohohurs??”
"All mine."
Chrom giggled and tried to pull away from the finger in his ear, but seated in Grima's lap as he was there was nowhere he could go. The dragon had him completely at his mercy, and as he dragged a finger up his shirt with the nail out to slice his way through Chrom's shirt there was nothing he could do. With a hot breath, the monster wearing his friend blew the fabric aside and had Chrom's chest all bared before him. He skated that finger up the prince's abdominals and enjoyed the way he twisted as he did so.
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"Bahahastard!"
"Tsk, tsk. Such language shouldn't dirty a pretty mouth. Especially on this the most joyous of seasons!"
"Wha-what? Are you on about this Christmas that they spoke of back at the castle?"
"Yes, Chrom! ‘Tis the season! Dashing through the snow..."
Grima skated that finger up again but this time weaved it through Chrom's abs while the fit stud's chest heaved.
"In a one-horse open sleigh..."
His finger dipped down into Chrom's navel and began circling its rim while the exalt bucked in his arms and kicked his legs wildly.
"All the way we go! Laughing all the way!"
That devilish finger had slipped beneath Chrom's pectoral muscles and was now giving the sweaty skin there a deep, scraping clean. Occasionally Grima would pull the finger away to lightly tickle Chrom's nose and subject the lord to his own smell. Eventually, all the nose tickling took a toll and Chrom's face tightened as a reflex formed.
"Oooh, are you gonna?"
"AHCHOO!" Chrom let out as his whole body shook with a powerful sneeze. If it hadn't been for Santa Grima keeping him safe in his lap then he might have gone airborne with the force of that one. Instead, however, poor Chrom sent one of own his shoes slipping right off his foot with that. Grima looked down at the red stockinged foot that had slipped free and smiled.
"Well someone is in the spirit, aren't they?"
"Tha-that was a gift! Lissa gave it to me as a present!"
"Awww and now you're my present! So by extension that's my stocking, and whatever is stuffed inside there is a gift to me!"
Grima pushed Chrom up so that the lord's shoulders were upon the ground.
"Hmm, now I wonder what's in this present..." he mused as he stroked a finger on the plush red material. "It feels like it is pretty soft...maybe a new pillow to sleep on? Though with these on my bed I don't think I'd get any sleep!"
"Neeheehe blasted pervert! Stahahp playing with those!"
"You've gotten confused again. You think you are giving orders here, Ylissean Prince? No, you are receiving them. Now, what could be in this stocking? Perhaps it's a toy? Something plush that would feel nice under my fingers? You know Robin got me a nice pair of these last year, don't you?"
"Dahahamn you!"
"Thank you though! I may just start collecting these...they are just so fun to touch. To skitter my nails along, to play with at night when I'm bored, and to see when I wake and greet with a kiss. Is that what you got me, Ylissean Prince? I would love those ever so much even if Robin got me the same pair."
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Chrom was flushed at the teasing strokes and wanted so badly to escape and avoid these scenarios, but Grima was simply too strong. He would need to use cunning, and with his arms restrained there was only one thing at his disposal: his head. While not the smartest, Chrom was quick on the uptake in some regards and he just knew that Robin had to be in there somewhere. Sitting up quickly, Chrom fearlessly laid a quick kiss onto Grima's cheek to throw him off balance.
Sure enough, the fell dragon froze for a second; a bright red blush overtaking his cheeks as the beast tried to process what had just happened. Grima's grip loosened and Chrom was able to slip his hands free from their clutches. He even pulled his ankle out of Grima's hands and was about to run…when his mind flashed with an image of a helpless, chained-up Robin. He wasn't about to leave his friend to this thing. He wrapped his legs around its torso to pin Grima's arms to his sides, this time before falling back and pulling the villain with him. The beast bucked in its trap as Chrom smirked.
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"Wha-What?! Dammit, release me at once Ylissean Prince! I will not be bound this way! I'll make you suffer for this!"
"Will you? Will it be worse than what you put my friend Robin through? Hmm? I intend to put you through twice of whatever you've done to him until you give him back to us!"
"Gahh! Insolent worm! Robin's gone! I am the Fell Dragon, Grima and if you so badly wish to see the shell of what was Robin then I have him back at the castle for you! You'll get to see him watch as they scrub you down like the good little tickle slave-to-be you are!"
"I am? To me Grima, it looks like you’re the one in a bad position right now."
Chrom lightly traced a finger along Grima's pale neck and made the dragon gasp. It tried to pry Chrom's legs off it desperately but the prince's thighs were too powerful, and this only earned it another neck stroke from him for resisting.
"Gaah! Wohorm! Stahap that at once! I will not be tohoyed with!"
"Yet here you are, as my Christmas gift now. What a cute little toy Grima I've gotten! Why I'm going to love playing with him, teasing him and cleaning him up if he makes a mess."
Grima attempted to hiss in anger but a trailing finger along his bicep broke the monster down into belly laughter instead. He grappled with Chrom's futilely only to earn himself some teasing scritches to the crown of his head that had him crumbling to pieces. Chrom slipped his other foot from his shoe and allowed both stockinged feet to begin rubbing down Grima's chest through his shirt. The dragon was blushing madly as his fantasies evolved from tearing Chrom apart to more naughty things.
"Awwww look at my little blushing baddie. Is the big bad Grima ticklish? Guess that's what happens when you get in Robin's body. You have to deal with all his weaknesses hehe."
Chrom played a finger along inside Grima's ear that made the dragon's roar break down into silly snickers and threats.
"I wihill buhuury you, Ylihihssean!"
"Awww doesn't seem likely right now. Hmmm, what do we think is in those boots? I wonder if Grima's feet are as ticklish as Robin's are? Let's see if we can test that; first though, let's see if you taste the same."
Chrom flexed his thighs and reeled Grima in to plant his lips and blow a big, sloppy raspberry straight into the mage/monster's pale and slender neck. It caused an even deeper blush to bloom over his victim's face that Chrom couldn't help but smile at. It reminded him so much of....
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"C-Chrom? Wh-Where...What's going on?"
"R-Robin?"
"Chrom! Please you have to help me! We're all trapped on the th-throne and..."
"Fight him, Robin!"
"Ha! Now you'll regret this!"
The resurfacing of his friend had caused Chrom's grip to weaken ever so slightly, and as a result it was easy for Grima to crawl free. The fell dragon took Chrom's ankles into a headlock and resumed his stroking of the plush socks the Exalt wore.
"Nnnn dahhaamn yohou!"
"Ha! So weak for that mewling little mage. When I drag you back to the castle maybe I'll have you both trapped in my Christmas tree together. The two of you can smile side by side as my ticklish ornaments!"
Grima rotated Chrom's ankles and flipped him over onto his belly before sitting down heavily on his rear and bending his legs up to meet him.
"All mine now! Though before I drag you away to work in my toyshop I think I'll make sure you've learned a lesson. You're going to apologize to me and beg me to take you home with me! Got it?"
"Burn, you monster!"
"Ooh I am, but down low. Now let's begin!"
Grima pinched the ball of Chrom's foot hard and made the Young Exalt gasp.
"Ooh? Sensitive there?"
Grima ran a nail along underneath the ball of the man's foot and enjoyed the bluenette wiggling beneath him while chuckling under his breath.
"Aww, are you ticklish there? Poor baby. I already knew that thanks to Robin's memories but still. If this is how you laugh from mere teasing then imagine how you'll be when I get into those pits. C'mon Chrom, beg me to take you home and floss those pits with tinsel while you slurp on a candy cane."
"Dahahstard! Let me gooohoo!"
"But why? Look at you smiling. You're clearly having such fun! Why I bet you can barely contain yourself. Let's find out. Gitchy, gitchy!"
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Grima grabbed Chrom's toes through his socks and bent them all back to force his soles tight as he forced them together. He then proceeded to run his nose back and forth in ticklish Eskimo kisses to the king-to-be's feet while he howled.
"Daaahaamn you! How dare yohou-"
"Ohh but you'd love when Robin would play that game with you! And this time he's actually got the power to hold you still! No more pretending, handsome."
"What—"
"Oh hush, you can't have thought that you were smart enough to trick him, could you? He knew the whole time. ‘Oh wow Robin, you're getting stronger!’ Pathetic. That little teddy bear of yours is just as squishy as he always was. My, my, you should have heard him squeak when he was strung up in the Christmas tree! It was adorable then, but now that you'll be up there with him as a ticklish choir of two? Now that's a Christmas gift!"
Grima stroked over Chrom's sole again before using his devilish nails to cut a slit in the soles of each cotton covering. He inserted his fingers into the holes and wiggled them down the Exalt's blushing soles, making him struggle frantically under him.
"Neeehee dahaamn you Grihiima!"
"Come now Chrom. Just ask me to whisk you away. I've got a workshop where you'll be able to make toys to put smiles on all your allies' faces. Oh, you'll have such fun there!"
"Luuhunatic! Madman!"
"And your new owner."
Grima peeled Chrom's stockings away like a banana and cooed over the newly revealed size 12 feet. He stroked a nail down the sole as Chrom blushed and bounced beneath him.
"Such snowy arches will fit perfectly in my workshop! Come on Chrom. Just say yes! Just one little word and you'll get a break. One. Word. Chrom. Just say it, or these toes will get it next."
"Nnnggh dammit that the toes!"
"Ooh yes, the toes! This little Taguel went to market..."
"Nooooo! Dammit Grima, you win, fine!
"Excellent!"
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Grima cackled as he hoisted a panting and tired Chrom up. A pair of soldiers appeared at the snap of his fingers carrying a massive sack between them. Jutting from the top of it right out of the overflowing tinsel, wreaths, and strings of Christmas lights were four very different pairs of feet. They each wiggled at flexed at the Christmas ornaments hanging from their toes, the candy canes poking their soles via the mischievous soldiers, and the fuzzy bows that had been tightly tied up into their arches. They all wiggled and flexed while showing off how different they were.
Chrom struggled on Grima's shoulder as he was turned around and aimed at the sack.
"Ohh you'll have such fun in there! Princess Laevateinn was so eager to take care of those two in there! Moderate their couple's dispute and really get them in the Christmas spirit and everything! Now you'll be in there too for some fun and she'll love it!"
Chrom wanted to curse Grima's very existence but his swear was cut off as Grima dunked him headfirst into the sack, whose various Christmas knick-knacks surged and were eager to pull him in deeper. Chrom's eyes saw nothing but marching colors until he was finally thrust into a world that seemed more like a dark room. He looked around at his fellows in this prison of toys and tinsel and recognized them instantly. He did indeed see Princess Laevateinn though she'd wrapped herself around a rather muscular young man whose lighter brown skin contrasted subtly with her darker complexion. All the while, a more petite woman was fighting off three nutcrackers who took turns teasing her nose with a feather.
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After straining his eyes in the darkness he was able to recognize her as an archer he'd seen around Castle Askr. Her name was Tanya and she'd always seemed the spunky sort. If that was who that was then he surmised that the man whose ears Laevateinn was currently nibbling was the axeman Osian, with whom Chrom was a bit more familiar. He'd bonded with him after a few deployments and they'd both lamented the many friends taken by this world and turned into tickle-sluts. It only took a few sessions of training and hiding the broken dummies before the two were quite the pair of friends. He'd been told of Tanya but never quite spoken to her.
The way she swore as the plume of the feather danced along her nose certainly gelled with what Osian had told Chrom of her temperament. She'd swat one nutcracker down only for another to slide up and take up its fallen comrade's arms. Outside the bag, Grima played with her petite size 5's by scribbling pictures of wreaths along the pale little sole. The archer kept fighting off the nutcrackers as best she could with her arms tied above her head in tinsel, but the front that she could nothing about was wearing her down, as was the feathery yule log between her thighs that continued to rotate and tease along the smooth skin.
Osian being forced to watch his other half be tormented so mercilessly was certainly contributing to wearing him down. Unlike Tanya who was wrapped head to toe in shiny, tickly, and pretty tinsel, his muscles were only barely restrained by a few strings of what looked to be popcorn. Had Chrom known though that they were each actually serving as small bullet vibrators along the man's pectoral's, abdominals, and even his thick neck, then the Ylissean would have understood better how the man was being so utterly overpowered by Laevateinn. The Princess wore a goofy smile to match his forced one as she slid her tongue in and out of his ear while darting her fingers about in his muscled pits. The man's teeth were still gritted to hold the laughter back, something Chrom was genuinely impressed by. He'd have been even more impressed if he knew of how on the outside of the sack Grima was applying the alternating methods of twiddling the thick toes of Osian's size 10's while running a toy car around his dusky sole.
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A pair of great fuzzy arms wrapped around Chrom. It seems Santa Grima's magic sack had decided on his restraints. A great and fuzzy teddy bear had taken ahold of him and was pulling him close for a great and fuzzy cuddle. The feeling of the beast's fluff was maddening even through Chrom's clothes. However, the stuffed toy was still sturdy enough to keep his arms pinned to his sides. This left him helpless as the ghostly hand approached him and slid the light-up red nose on over his own. Chrom howled at the revelation that the cheap piece of costuming was filled with fluffy feathers that teased and devastated his nose as it slid on. He had a distinct feeling that should he manage to get it off, he'd find his nose just as red though maybe not lit up.
Pinned here in this upside-down and awkward position by the stuffie, Chrom couldn't even see as a pale hand emerged from between the thing's legs. He could only go rigid as it trailed a light finger down his spine and circled a nail along his asscheek. He twisted at the touch and tried to hold in the laughter bubbling up inside him.
"GAUHAHAA DAMMIT! NAHAHT THE EAAHRS! DAHHAMMNIT STAHAHAP!"
The sound of the dam breaking for Osian assaulted Chrom's ears. The beefy warrior was now laughing right along as Laevateinn added her teeth to his ear. Soon Tanya's snickers got louder until finally...
"NOOHOO! DAHHHAMMIT WHAT IS THAHAT?! BY NAUHHUGHTY NJOOHURUN'S FLASHING LAAHANCE THAT TIHIHICKLES!"
Chrom's eyes were squeezed shut with the effort of trying to hold back his own laughter or he would have seen the string of dangling popcorn vibes that dangled down her shirt with a little ornament at the end. They'd successfully added a little ballerina to the end of it and she now rested between Tanya's perky yet modest breasts. The figure was mid-pirouette and began spinning on the string while playing soft music. This drove Tanya up the wall due to the impossibly small little feather the thing wielded clenched between the toes of one foot. As it spun about and tickled between the archer’s sensitive chest features, her resolve had finally broken and she joined her childhood friend in laughing with reckless begging.
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"Oooooh YEEEHEES! THAHAHAT TICKLES SOOHOO MUHUHHCH! THAHAHT'S PEHEHERFECT! I CAHAHAN BAHAHRELY TAKE IT! BAHAHA THAT'S THE BEEEHHEST! MOOHOORRE!"
Laevateinn surprised Chrom by being the next one to howl. Again Chrom didn't see but the lady swordsman had found that her size 11's poking out of the sack had gotten their Christmas gift early. Grima had slipped upon them a pair of festive X-Mas stockings adorned with hand-sewn depictions of fiendishly fluffy feathers, evilly bright red and lips, and devilish wiggling fingers. Once they were snugly upon the short villain's legs (with a bit of help from Santa Grima's magic tickle sack) the magical pieces of footwear sprung to life. The images on the outside of the socks began moving and simulating tickles, which felt all too real to the Muspellian who was feeling them on the other side of the cloth. She forgot completely about teasing Osian and instead crumbled to bits as she joined the Thracians in hanging upside down in hysterical helplessness.
Chrom snorted not just at the sounds but also from his own new punishment beginning. All around the Ylissean Exalt-to-be hung tens of garishly decorated ornaments. They each bore sets a set of lips, and with a sharp poke to his arch Grima set him to this punishment. Chrom jumped at the touch and swayed slightly, right into the range of one of the ornaments which laid a fat Christmas raspberry right into the small of Chrom's back. He tried to get away from it only for another to get him with a long lick right down the Mark of the Exalt on his bicep. Another laid a passionate kiss right into his ear which he tried to flee only to be nibbled upon his neck. One of the ornaments was trying to swing towards his lips, but Chrom was too preoccupied with the two on each side that begun nibbling his earlobes. His head spun as his body was assaulted with light kisses, sucks, nibbles, and sharp blasts of air to dominate his sensory receptors. Adding to the cacophony of his fellow prisoners' rough laughter, Chrom was finding it harder and harder to hold on. The sounds seemed to gradually dull and drift away as the touches overwhelmed his mind, but eventually even those seemed to fade as he slipped out of consciousness with the others soon joining him.
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When Chrom awoke he was seated and slumped over a table. He attempted to get up but found that his ankles were shackled beneath the chair. He looked down and saw that a sturdy metal bar kept his ankles secure and his feet suspended at a certain height. They hung at a set height above a strange little path. It seemed to be two strips of metal with little planks layed below them. He puzzled at what those were until he noticed a familiar pair of feet in a similar situation in the chair next to him. A pair of delicate size 9's that were juuuust blushed the faintest pink at the heel and ball. As if they regularly hid their delicate countenance's in big heavy boots, To hide how pretty they were of course. Chrom looked up and saw that indeed sitting next to him was Robin! He grabbed the tactician in a hug with such joy before he remembered how he'd come to be here.
"Chrom, no! We need to get back to work!" Whined the pretty little Robin.
Chrom looked around the room and saw several dozen other people who he recognized as other Heroes, all of whom had been taken at one point or another. From Tanya and Osian to people who he knew had been gone for a long time like Corrin and Klein. They all worked quickly over whatever was in front of them as they sat in similar chairs to his with their feet suspended there. Chrom looked back at a nervous Robin who seemed to be hurriedly trying to screw something on to whatever was in front of him. Chrom looked before him and saw that there was a multitude of toy soldiers and a bag of wickedly soft-looking feathers.
"Chrom wooork! He's going to punish us" hissed Robin.
Chrom looked over to see thaf Robin seemed to be replacing the wheels of toy cars with different ones that were covered in small nubs.
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"Oh is sleeping beauty awakened? There are better places to take a nap than in your chair you know little Exalt."
Chrom's back straightened and a cold sweat broke out. He knew that slimy voice even if now had a more feminine tone.
"Oh, little Exalt. Why aren't you working? Don't you want to spread the Christmas Cheer?"
Grima floated down behind Chrom and put her hands upon his shoulders. Even if she had released the Robin he knew and now inhabited the female one, he was no happier to see her or hear her as the case was. She growled into his ear and he tried to pull away only to find that despite her slighter frame and aerial capabilities she was no weaker than her male form. She held his shoulders tight and blew a stream of hot air on his neck that made the princeling try and cross his legs to hide what was straining against his undergarments.
Grima saw it though and gave the back of his neck a lick that made him moan. He shot a side-eye to Robin who was watching in worry but still trying to focus on the work in front of him. He saw that the snowy-haired tactician's trousers were stained as well and that his pale feet had looked to have something dripped on them. It would seem that this wasn't a unique treatment. Robin tried to watch Chrom AND work on the feather sword before him but wasn't doing a very good job at either. He let out a childish yelp when the airborne Grima poked him in the side of the head with a bare toe.
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"Are you lonely over there my little vessel? Do you feel left out? My, my I JUST played with you as the exalt slept! Such a needy little bird. Technically anything I do with is just self-pleasure so do get back to your work before I'm forced to declare you naughty."
Robin looked down and focused on working on the feather swords before him as Grima turned back to Chrom.
"Such a diligent little kind of worker these Robin's are. I can see why you're so fond of them Exalt. I'll admit to going a bit mad with my collecting. I'll bet that they'll be overjoyed to see you though. Now, do focus on your work my new little elf."
Chrom turned towards the table and saw that his newest project seemed to be a plastic egg. He wasn't quite sure what he was to with it and turned to Grima quizzically earning him an exasperated sigh.
"Ahhh so dumb. It makes you cute but not very good as a worker at all. This is a new tickle toy we've made here thanks to the good doctor L'Arachel. Inside that harmless looking little egg is a beast made of slime. Once it's released it's trained to swoop up as many people as it can into its grip and then slosh its way back to this castle. If you were let it out of there my handsome hero then it would have no qualm about making those masculine feet of yours wiggle and squirm as it dragged you off to my chambers. Mmm, the fun we could have there. Perhaps I'd have you make me some eggnog?"
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Grima swept the egg off the table and held it aloft above Chrom who trembled as she tapped a nail against it.
"Wh-What are you d-doing? No! Grima pl-please!"
"Oh your simply adorable when your begging Exalt. The only thing stopping me from cracking this and dripping this devilish creature down your trousers is how fast you wouldn't be able to beg me. So instead of working on my toys. You my toy will be working on me!"
Grima placed both of her snowy soles on either side of Chrom's head and wiggled the toes. Chrom tried to not pay attention as they stroked along the top of his and nudged his cheeks.
"Oh? Exalt are you not interested? Hmmph I know perhaps a change of clothes is in order. Wait for just a second while I put this outfit on the rack. In the meantime, I'll leave you a naughty boy's distraction."
Grima whistled in a way that made all of her captives at their workbenches stiffen noticeably. Answering her call was a steam whistle and a chugging sound as she zipped off out of the room. Chrom looked around at his fellow prisoners and saw that all of their trapped feet were trembling. He looked to see that from a small door a toy train had entered the room. Chrom thought for a moment about how cute it was until he realized that it was QUITE the long toy train.
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The tiny locomotive chugged down the tracks and arrived below the first of the little elves on its path. Former King Michalis had been here for quite the while. He'd been captured by this horde of perverts quite early. Dragged away from his usual role as a ticklish servant to King Surtr and his new favorite saucy tickle toy, Niles to be put to work down here in Santa Grima's workshop making naughty toys to punish good boys. The devilish little steam engine rumbled by beneath his great size 14's and Chrom watched in wonder as one of the boxcar's roofs opened up.
Cartoonish white gloves on thick black cords emerged. Almost comical in their stereotypical appearance and size. Despite this though the big hands seemed to fit like gloves as they tended to the poor tired footman's massive tootsies. Michalis let out a rather lewd moan as they pulled back his great long toes and dug thumbs up into his regal arches and tough heels. The man sunk into a mess of his luxurious red hair as the gloves applied a sensual massage to his great soft soles that had him so relaxed that he barely noticed the one naughty finger sliding up and down his meaty foot and making him giggle in contentment.
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Chrom watched as the hands slid back into the train just as the large number of cargo carts behind it carrying upturned feathers, forks, and pulsing vibrators came by to envelop Michalis' trapped feet and snap him from his relaxation and into ticklish agony he knew so well. Chrom bit his lip at the sight until he felt a hand tap him atop his head. He looked up to see that Grima had returned. He'd shed the female version of Robin and had been referring to her when she now he had been referring to changing clothes. Now he wore a male Robin again now, not that different from the one sitting next to Chrom that he knew was his except for one key difference. This Robin seemed to be two or three inches shorter for whatever reason.
The floating villain placed his bare foot on Chrom's face and laughed at the feeling of the Exalt's cheeks flushing. It warmed up the dragon's feet and was a pleasant feeling that only made him laugh more as Chrom tried to flusteredly bat it away.
"What's the matter, Chrom? Did my switching to the male version not excite you more? I see that now your making a mess little Exalt. Perhaps you do want some eggy pudding down your trousers to help with that?"
"NO! GRIMA! DAMN YOU! PL-PLEASE! SHOW MERCY!"
"Hmmph. You are rather pleasing when your flustered so we'll allow it. I do suppose it would be a shame to break my toys too quickly. Fine then! Give them some attention to show your gratitude worm!"
Grima nudged Chrom in the nose with his toe as the Exalt blushed. He took the draconic foot in his hands and began sloppily massaging it as Grima laughed at the clumsiness and the occasional accidental tickle.
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The train rolled on past the laughing Michalis who was no howling at the endless stream of tickle tools being dragged across his trapped feet. The train rolled on towards a panicked Conrad who'd been trying to make the control socks he'd been given work. The ginger knight was stumped and had been expecting punishment for awhile. It certainly didn't help that his magical armor had been teasing his poor nipples because of how at attention they'd been due to the cold.
When the coochie, coochie express rumbled under him he barely noticed it. Its lead car opened up again and this time plants emerged. They were bulb-like and from protruded a small fluffy stalk. Conrad yipped like a child when they pressed against his creamy soles and simulated perfectly, the feeling of a pair of lips giving his ticklish sole a quick, chaste kiss. Normally that would have just made the debonair cavalier blush but with the barrage of them, it was if Conrad's big blushy feet were in a hailstorm of gentle kisses. He bubbled over with giggles and squeaks that had him sweaty and teary-eyed as he beat his fist on the desk. The train rolled onwards but the plants swayed as they just kept coming back to peck not just the pads of his meaty toes but up into his arches on a smoochy hike and all along his tender heel. They chased his toes when they tried to flee and would give their stems equal satisfaction.
When the locomotive rolled past him finally Conrad had his head down and was mewling before erupting into laughter as his feet received the pokes, strokes, and plumage of the seemingly endless following cars. Conrad's belly laughter joined with Michalis' roaring as Chrom tried his best to focus on the task at hand. He'd never given a proper foot massage but he felt that Grima didn't deserve one for Christmas if he was being honest. However, Grima seemed to just be enjoying how he was forcing the Lordling to play with his plush tootsies. The occasional sidelong glances from his task to observe the others though was beginning to irk Grima though.
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With a smirk, the villain pulled away from Chrom and dug into the Heroes sides. Chrom burst into helpless snorting giggles as he tried to slap him away. Grima slipped around behind the lord to limit what he could do to stop him even further. Chrom couldn't even see as Grima gingerly cracked open the plastic egg to let a little of the lewd slime slip-free. He pulled open Chrom's trousers and let it slip down the Ylissean's spine towards his tight cheeks.
Before Chrom could pay attention to that though Grima once again placed his feet on the lord's shoulders and ran them along the sides of his face.
"Haha! Does my little Worm enjoy this? Maybe if he pays his Master's feet some attention I'll slow down the train?"
Chrom looked over to the train chugging closer to a panicked Alm and quickly began peppering Grima's feet with sloppy, frightened kisses.
The train kept chugging right along towards poor Alm though. The greenette could do nothing as that lead car opened up. Two more of those cartoonish gloves emerged and reached around behind his petite size 7's to seize him by his big toes. They bent them back and forced Alm's trapped soles taut. He couldn't see as emerging from the train was a vast and many-colored collection of...PINWHEELS! The light plastic toys blew in the wind quickly and normally would have been a strange sight to see but as their soft whirling edges began brushing along Alm's ticklish soles rapidly he broke out in boyish chuckles.
The former farm boy tried to cover his mouth in fear that he'd get punished further but this just led to adorable piggy snorts breaking out from the cute little conqueror. Alm beat his fist on the desk as the wind-powered tickle torture drove him up the wall. A little squeal erupted from him when one of them got up in between his toes and that turned into a shriek when even more emerged and followed. Soon Alm's poor bubbly toes were all sandwiched between fluffy pinwheels and he was begging through belly laughter to be let off the naughty list.
The train obliged but only by withdrawing all it's fancy toys back into that lead car as it chugged onwards. Alm got a second respite before his feet were enveloped in feathers and simulated tongues just like the others were.
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*smooch*
"Is this making you happy!?"
*smack*
"Dammit Grima stop the train!!"
*smooch*
"It's getting closer!"
*smack*
"I'm doing what you said!"
*smooch*
"Pl-Please Master!"
Chrom's desperate pleas to get off this particular ride were cut off by a toe-poke to head from Grima.
"Less talking. More worship Mister Exalt."
Grima sighed in contentment as he felt Chrom's lips go back to gracing his feet. He shot a smug look at the little Robin who was trying to watch the whole thing through a side-eye again. That was going to have to stop he supposed. He pulled his feet away from Chrom and floated over toward the disobedient little vessel. He'd never liked this one much and so he had no qualms about cracking open the egg the rest of the way and stuffing it down the trousers of one who shared his face.
With just a whistle the slimes sprung to action. One taking its place at Chrom's asshole and the other enveloping Robin's cock. The two heroes of Ylisse moaned as the cold slime enveloped their erogenous zones and began playing with them underneath their trousers. What felt like cold fingers traced along Chrom's anus and teased his asscheeks. Meanwhile Robin's cock felt like it was in a freezing mouth. The bluenette moaned while the white-haired man mewled. Grima laughed at the lewd faces both made while his toy stroked along them.
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The train meanwhile chugged along towards the Ylissean pair with only one more stop on the way. Eliwood tried to accept what was coming to his massive 16's. This went out the window when long and slimy tongues came from the lead car and began slurping down his soles. He flexed his toes wildly while snickering his brains out as they forcefully worshipped and lapped at each crevice and spot on his big ticklish feet. Eliwood's face rapidly reddened before he broke out into barking laughter as they got in between his long toes. The Pheraen Lord howled for Hector and Lyn to save him from the tickles.
"IT'S TOOHOOO MUCH! NAHAHT MY FEEHEETSIES! MEEHEERCY! HEEEHEELP!"
Hector and Lyn weren't there though the train was. It seemed to listen to poor ticklish Eliwood as a pair of felt puppets made to look like his cherished friends came out. The Lyn caressed and toyed with his soles as the Hector took to wrestling with his toes. Eliwood was shaking by the time train pulled away and the felt lords graced his feet with a pair of good-bye kisses and the locomotive rumbled on.
Grima looked down at his two heroes begging and clawing at their own pants as they tried to pull the slime off of them. His two happy little elves had traded tickle spots with Chrom's cock now getting slimy strokes as his eyes crossed and Robin finding his pale cheeks kissed and caressed. Grima laughed at the two.
"Oh, you two are just too perfect! I can't wait to hang you from my Christmas tree!"
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The wall before the red-faced pair opened and revealed a horrid sight. A great and massive holiday fir. It stood taller than a building and was decorated gaudily on its higher branches. However, the lower ornaments were what caught their attention. Arranged in a perfect ring around the tree were several different people. Wrapped around their bodies was so much fluffy tinsel that they were helpless as their bare feet hung down over another train track with a similar locomotive chugging around carrying an array of tickle tools.
The people all looked different but yet similar due to the familiar coat they all wore underneath their bondage. The trademark tactician's coat that denounced none other than Robin. Some were tall, some were short. There were men and women with hair colors from all over the rainbow. Some had scars and others were babyfaced. Of particular note was a pair of short Robin's. One looked like a simply taller Morgan the other had messy pink hair and a bandage over his nose. Those two howled the loudest as Morgan sat underneath the tree and played with whatever parts of their feet the tree couldn't get.
All of them were laughing and begging in perfect synchronization which made the sight all the more unnerving to Chrom and his Robin. So entranced by it were that they didn't even notice the train rumble under them or that lead car open up. Grima snapped his fingers and both men's ankles were released from their shackles. Before they could even think of running though powerful suction came from that horrid little locomotive below them. The two found themselves shrinking as they were pulled back into that lead car and the inky blackness it contained.
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Their falls were broken by the two of them falling into some sort of soft and spongy material. Before they could struggle they sank into it until all that protruded was the men's heads and feet. They realized from the feeling that they'd been dropped into a much bigger version of that same slide that had just been toying with them as their bodies were suddenly attacked from all sides by what felt like slimy fingers, hungry tongues, and squishy nubs.
They were both laughing so hard that tears were streaming down their faces as Grima looked down on them in their new cozy lover's nest.
"We'll keep the two of you in there for a while until your nice and obedient."
The pair screamed in ticklish agony for mercy as Grima laughed and closed the hatch on his little train as it chugged by.
"Don't worry boys! Only 14 days till Christmas!"
"Old friend, why do you seem so scared? I thought our reunion would be a happy one, Chrom!"
"Y-you are not R-Robin."
"Did I claim to be? No, Ylissean Prince, I am much older. It is I, Grima!"
Chrom's eyes betrayed none of his shock. He had ridden out recklessly with the wind at his back the moment he'd heard of Robin being sighted. Frederick and Lissa couldn't keep pace at all and he'd quickly left them in the dust. He'd known that to be a dumb move, but ever since not just one but both Robin's had been taken by Muspel and Hel’s forces, he couldn't help but blame himself. He had lost so many friends to this villainous alliance they'd constructed and seen dozens of them twisted into ridiculous caricatures, all drooling for more tickles and the chance to drag others away with them. The prince had sworn that he wouldn't let that be Robin's fate, and odd as it was to admit he was honestly thankful that his partner had been possessed by something as mundane as the Fell Dragon.
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It took a step forward and Chrom was ready to meet it. He'd driven this monster out of Robin before and he would do it again with relish, but then he noticed something. The fell dragon was wiggling his fingers rather menacingly as he advanced on the sword lord. Chrom swallowed as he knew exactly what that hand gesture meant. He'd seen it plenty when he was young and Emmeryn had wanted to punish him or Lissa. His toes curled in his boots at the realization that an inhuman monster such as Grima had adopted the tactics of this world.
He charged and swung his blade right at Grima's neck but gasped as it was swatted right out of his hands. The dragon was quick to seize Chrom by the wrists and pull him back as he tried to retreat. Chrom found both his arms grasped and tried to pull away as Grima reeled him in with that fearsome draconic strength. The dark being simply sat down heavily and Chrom was finished. He fell clumsily back into the dragon's lap as if he was a small child. Grima easily pinned his struggling hands beneath his tasty rump and was soon walking his fingers up the prince's chest.
"Have you been a good little boy this year prince-y?"
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Chrom struggled and kicked but to Grima - with the power of the dark laughter-based rituals AND his own innate strength - it was as if he had a stuffed toy trying feebly to break free from his grip. Grima simply snickered as he walked his evil fingers along Chrom's abs and looked at his rapidly reddening face.
"Have something you want to say, little prince? Tell me if you're ticklish?"
"D-dehehemon let gooho of mehee!"
"Why if I do then I'll just keep Robin. Sound like a fair trade?"
"Noohoo let hihiim go too!"
"Oh? Someone's getting greedy. One or the other. I need someone to stuff in my stockings back at the castle. If you really want Robin back then you'll be coming with me."
"You can't have either of us!"
"Can't I? Does it not look like I've already got you both? Do you have some clever plan to get free? I'm all ears. Actually..."
Grima slipped a finger into Chrom's big, goofy ear.
"Stahahp! Fiheheind!"
"Just making sure you can hear yourself, my handsome prince."
"Yohohurs??”
"All mine."
Chrom giggled and tried to pull away from the finger in his ear, but seated in Grima's lap as he was there was nowhere he could go. The dragon had him completely at his mercy, and as he dragged a finger up his shirt with the nail out to slice his way through Chrom's shirt there was nothing he could do. With a hot breath, the monster wearing his friend blew the fabric aside and had Chrom's chest all bared before him. He skated that finger up the prince's abdominals and enjoyed the way he twisted as he did so.
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"Bahahastard!"
"Tsk, tsk. Such language shouldn't dirty a pretty mouth. Especially on this the most joyous of seasons!"
"Wha-what? Are you on about this Christmas that they spoke of back at the castle?"
"Yes, Chrom! ‘Tis the season! Dashing through the snow..."
Grima skated that finger up again but this time weaved it through Chrom's abs while the fit stud's chest heaved.
"In a one-horse open sleigh..."
His finger dipped down into Chrom's navel and began circling its rim while the exalt bucked in his arms and kicked his legs wildly.
"All the way we go! Laughing all the way!"
That devilish finger had slipped beneath Chrom's pectoral muscles and was now giving the sweaty skin there a deep, scraping clean. Occasionally Grima would pull the finger away to lightly tickle Chrom's nose and subject the lord to his own smell. Eventually, all the nose tickling took a toll and Chrom's face tightened as a reflex formed.
"Oooh, are you gonna?"
"AHCHOO!" Chrom let out as his whole body shook with a powerful sneeze. If it hadn't been for Santa Grima keeping him safe in his lap then he might have gone airborne with the force of that one. Instead, however, poor Chrom sent one of own his shoes slipping right off his foot with that. Grima looked down at the red stockinged foot that had slipped free and smiled.
"Well someone is in the spirit, aren't they?"
"Tha-that was a gift! Lissa gave it to me as a present!"
"Awww and now you're my present! So by extension that's my stocking, and whatever is stuffed inside there is a gift to me!"
Grima pushed Chrom up so that the lord's shoulders were upon the ground.
"Hmm, now I wonder what's in this present..." he mused as he stroked a finger on the plush red material. "It feels like it is pretty soft...maybe a new pillow to sleep on? Though with these on my bed I don't think I'd get any sleep!"
"Neeheehe blasted pervert! Stahahp playing with those!"
"You've gotten confused again. You think you are giving orders here, Ylissean Prince? No, you are receiving them. Now, what could be in this stocking? Perhaps it's a toy? Something plush that would feel nice under my fingers? You know Robin got me a nice pair of these last year, don't you?"
"Dahahamn you!"
"Thank you though! I may just start collecting these...they are just so fun to touch. To skitter my nails along, to play with at night when I'm bored, and to see when I wake and greet with a kiss. Is that what you got me, Ylissean Prince? I would love those ever so much even if Robin got me the same pair."
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Chrom was flushed at the teasing strokes and wanted so badly to escape and avoid these scenarios, but Grima was simply too strong. He would need to use cunning, and with his arms restrained there was only one thing at his disposal: his head. While not the smartest, Chrom was quick on the uptake in some regards and he just knew that Robin had to be in there somewhere. Sitting up quickly, Chrom fearlessly laid a quick kiss onto Grima's cheek to throw him off balance.
Sure enough, the fell dragon froze for a second; a bright red blush overtaking his cheeks as the beast tried to process what had just happened. Grima's grip loosened and Chrom was able to slip his hands free from their clutches. He even pulled his ankle out of Grima's hands and was about to run…when his mind flashed with an image of a helpless, chained-up Robin. He wasn't about to leave his friend to this thing. He wrapped his legs around its torso to pin Grima's arms to his sides, this time before falling back and pulling the villain with him. The beast bucked in its trap as Chrom smirked.
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"Wha-What?! Dammit, release me at once Ylissean Prince! I will not be bound this way! I'll make you suffer for this!"
"Will you? Will it be worse than what you put my friend Robin through? Hmm? I intend to put you through twice of whatever you've done to him until you give him back to us!"
"Gahh! Insolent worm! Robin's gone! I am the Fell Dragon, Grima and if you so badly wish to see the shell of what was Robin then I have him back at the castle for you! You'll get to see him watch as they scrub you down like the good little tickle slave-to-be you are!"
"I am? To me Grima, it looks like you’re the one in a bad position right now."
Chrom lightly traced a finger along Grima's pale neck and made the dragon gasp. It tried to pry Chrom's legs off it desperately but the prince's thighs were too powerful, and this only earned it another neck stroke from him for resisting.
"Gaah! Wohorm! Stahap that at once! I will not be tohoyed with!"
"Yet here you are, as my Christmas gift now. What a cute little toy Grima I've gotten! Why I'm going to love playing with him, teasing him and cleaning him up if he makes a mess."
Grima attempted to hiss in anger but a trailing finger along his bicep broke the monster down into belly laughter instead. He grappled with Chrom's futilely only to earn himself some teasing scritches to the crown of his head that had him crumbling to pieces. Chrom slipped his other foot from his shoe and allowed both stockinged feet to begin rubbing down Grima's chest through his shirt. The dragon was blushing madly as his fantasies evolved from tearing Chrom apart to more naughty things.
"Awwww look at my little blushing baddie. Is the big bad Grima ticklish? Guess that's what happens when you get in Robin's body. You have to deal with all his weaknesses hehe."
Chrom played a finger along inside Grima's ear that made the dragon's roar break down into silly snickers and threats.
"I wihill buhuury you, Ylihihssean!"
"Awww doesn't seem likely right now. Hmmm, what do we think is in those boots? I wonder if Grima's feet are as ticklish as Robin's are? Let's see if we can test that; first though, let's see if you taste the same."
Chrom flexed his thighs and reeled Grima in to plant his lips and blow a big, sloppy raspberry straight into the mage/monster's pale and slender neck. It caused an even deeper blush to bloom over his victim's face that Chrom couldn't help but smile at. It reminded him so much of....
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"C-Chrom? Wh-Where...What's going on?"
"R-Robin?"
"Chrom! Please you have to help me! We're all trapped on the th-throne and..."
"Fight him, Robin!"
"Ha! Now you'll regret this!"
The resurfacing of his friend had caused Chrom's grip to weaken ever so slightly, and as a result it was easy for Grima to crawl free. The fell dragon took Chrom's ankles into a headlock and resumed his stroking of the plush socks the Exalt wore.
"Nnnn dahhaamn yohou!"
"Ha! So weak for that mewling little mage. When I drag you back to the castle maybe I'll have you both trapped in my Christmas tree together. The two of you can smile side by side as my ticklish ornaments!"
Grima rotated Chrom's ankles and flipped him over onto his belly before sitting down heavily on his rear and bending his legs up to meet him.
"All mine now! Though before I drag you away to work in my toyshop I think I'll make sure you've learned a lesson. You're going to apologize to me and beg me to take you home with me! Got it?"
"Burn, you monster!"
"Ooh I am, but down low. Now let's begin!"
Grima pinched the ball of Chrom's foot hard and made the Young Exalt gasp.
"Ooh? Sensitive there?"
Grima ran a nail along underneath the ball of the man's foot and enjoyed the bluenette wiggling beneath him while chuckling under his breath.
"Aww, are you ticklish there? Poor baby. I already knew that thanks to Robin's memories but still. If this is how you laugh from mere teasing then imagine how you'll be when I get into those pits. C'mon Chrom, beg me to take you home and floss those pits with tinsel while you slurp on a candy cane."
"Dahahstard! Let me gooohoo!"
"But why? Look at you smiling. You're clearly having such fun! Why I bet you can barely contain yourself. Let's find out. Gitchy, gitchy!"
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Grima grabbed Chrom's toes through his socks and bent them all back to force his soles tight as he forced them together. He then proceeded to run his nose back and forth in ticklish Eskimo kisses to the king-to-be's feet while he howled.
"Daaahaamn you! How dare yohou-"
"Ohh but you'd love when Robin would play that game with you! And this time he's actually got the power to hold you still! No more pretending, handsome."
"What—"
"Oh hush, you can't have thought that you were smart enough to trick him, could you? He knew the whole time. ‘Oh wow Robin, you're getting stronger!’ Pathetic. That little teddy bear of yours is just as squishy as he always was. My, my, you should have heard him squeak when he was strung up in the Christmas tree! It was adorable then, but now that you'll be up there with him as a ticklish choir of two? Now that's a Christmas gift!"
Grima stroked over Chrom's sole again before using his devilish nails to cut a slit in the soles of each cotton covering. He inserted his fingers into the holes and wiggled them down the Exalt's blushing soles, making him struggle frantically under him.
"Neeehee dahaamn you Grihiima!"
"Come now Chrom. Just ask me to whisk you away. I've got a workshop where you'll be able to make toys to put smiles on all your allies' faces. Oh, you'll have such fun there!"
"Luuhunatic! Madman!"
"And your new owner."
Grima peeled Chrom's stockings away like a banana and cooed over the newly revealed size 12 feet. He stroked a nail down the sole as Chrom blushed and bounced beneath him.
"Such snowy arches will fit perfectly in my workshop! Come on Chrom. Just say yes! Just one little word and you'll get a break. One. Word. Chrom. Just say it, or these toes will get it next."
"Nnnggh dammit that the toes!"
"Ooh yes, the toes! This little Taguel went to market..."
"Nooooo! Dammit Grima, you win, fine!
"Excellent!"
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Grima cackled as he hoisted a panting and tired Chrom up. A pair of soldiers appeared at the snap of his fingers carrying a massive sack between them. Jutting from the top of it right out of the overflowing tinsel, wreaths, and strings of Christmas lights were four very different pairs of feet. They each wiggled at flexed at the Christmas ornaments hanging from their toes, the candy canes poking their soles via the mischievous soldiers, and the fuzzy bows that had been tightly tied up into their arches. They all wiggled and flexed while showing off how different they were.
Chrom struggled on Grima's shoulder as he was turned around and aimed at the sack.
"Ohh you'll have such fun in there! Princess Laevateinn was so eager to take care of those two in there! Moderate their couple's dispute and really get them in the Christmas spirit and everything! Now you'll be in there too for some fun and she'll love it!"
Chrom wanted to curse Grima's very existence but his swear was cut off as Grima dunked him headfirst into the sack, whose various Christmas knick-knacks surged and were eager to pull him in deeper. Chrom's eyes saw nothing but marching colors until he was finally thrust into a world that seemed more like a dark room. He looked around at his fellows in this prison of toys and tinsel and recognized them instantly. He did indeed see Princess Laevateinn though she'd wrapped herself around a rather muscular young man whose lighter brown skin contrasted subtly with her darker complexion. All the while, a more petite woman was fighting off three nutcrackers who took turns teasing her nose with a feather.
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After straining his eyes in the darkness he was able to recognize her as an archer he'd seen around Castle Askr. Her name was Tanya and she'd always seemed the spunky sort. If that was who that was then he surmised that the man whose ears Laevateinn was currently nibbling was the axeman Osian, with whom Chrom was a bit more familiar. He'd bonded with him after a few deployments and they'd both lamented the many friends taken by this world and turned into tickle-sluts. It only took a few sessions of training and hiding the broken dummies before the two were quite the pair of friends. He'd been told of Tanya but never quite spoken to her.
The way she swore as the plume of the feather danced along her nose certainly gelled with what Osian had told Chrom of her temperament. She'd swat one nutcracker down only for another to slide up and take up its fallen comrade's arms. Outside the bag, Grima played with her petite size 5's by scribbling pictures of wreaths along the pale little sole. The archer kept fighting off the nutcrackers as best she could with her arms tied above her head in tinsel, but the front that she could nothing about was wearing her down, as was the feathery yule log between her thighs that continued to rotate and tease along the smooth skin.
Osian being forced to watch his other half be tormented so mercilessly was certainly contributing to wearing him down. Unlike Tanya who was wrapped head to toe in shiny, tickly, and pretty tinsel, his muscles were only barely restrained by a few strings of what looked to be popcorn. Had Chrom known though that they were each actually serving as small bullet vibrators along the man's pectoral's, abdominals, and even his thick neck, then the Ylissean would have understood better how the man was being so utterly overpowered by Laevateinn. The Princess wore a goofy smile to match his forced one as she slid her tongue in and out of his ear while darting her fingers about in his muscled pits. The man's teeth were still gritted to hold the laughter back, something Chrom was genuinely impressed by. He'd have been even more impressed if he knew of how on the outside of the sack Grima was applying the alternating methods of twiddling the thick toes of Osian's size 10's while running a toy car around his dusky sole.
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A pair of great fuzzy arms wrapped around Chrom. It seems Santa Grima's magic sack had decided on his restraints. A great and fuzzy teddy bear had taken ahold of him and was pulling him close for a great and fuzzy cuddle. The feeling of the beast's fluff was maddening even through Chrom's clothes. However, the stuffed toy was still sturdy enough to keep his arms pinned to his sides. This left him helpless as the ghostly hand approached him and slid the light-up red nose on over his own. Chrom howled at the revelation that the cheap piece of costuming was filled with fluffy feathers that teased and devastated his nose as it slid on. He had a distinct feeling that should he manage to get it off, he'd find his nose just as red though maybe not lit up.
Pinned here in this upside-down and awkward position by the stuffie, Chrom couldn't even see as a pale hand emerged from between the thing's legs. He could only go rigid as it trailed a light finger down his spine and circled a nail along his asscheek. He twisted at the touch and tried to hold in the laughter bubbling up inside him.
"GAUHAHAA DAMMIT! NAHAHT THE EAAHRS! DAHHAMMNIT STAHAHAP!"
The sound of the dam breaking for Osian assaulted Chrom's ears. The beefy warrior was now laughing right along as Laevateinn added her teeth to his ear. Soon Tanya's snickers got louder until finally...
"NOOHOO! DAHHHAMMIT WHAT IS THAHAT?! BY NAUHHUGHTY NJOOHURUN'S FLASHING LAAHANCE THAT TIHIHICKLES!"
Chrom's eyes were squeezed shut with the effort of trying to hold back his own laughter or he would have seen the string of dangling popcorn vibes that dangled down her shirt with a little ornament at the end. They'd successfully added a little ballerina to the end of it and she now rested between Tanya's perky yet modest breasts. The figure was mid-pirouette and began spinning on the string while playing soft music. This drove Tanya up the wall due to the impossibly small little feather the thing wielded clenched between the toes of one foot. As it spun about and tickled between the archer’s sensitive chest features, her resolve had finally broken and she joined her childhood friend in laughing with reckless begging.
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"Oooooh YEEEHEES! THAHAHAT TICKLES SOOHOO MUHUHHCH! THAHAHT'S PEHEHERFECT! I CAHAHAN BAHAHRELY TAKE IT! BAHAHA THAT'S THE BEEEHHEST! MOOHOORRE!"
Laevateinn surprised Chrom by being the next one to howl. Again Chrom didn't see but the lady swordsman had found that her size 11's poking out of the sack had gotten their Christmas gift early. Grima had slipped upon them a pair of festive X-Mas stockings adorned with hand-sewn depictions of fiendishly fluffy feathers, evilly bright red and lips, and devilish wiggling fingers. Once they were snugly upon the short villain's legs (with a bit of help from Santa Grima's magic tickle sack) the magical pieces of footwear sprung to life. The images on the outside of the socks began moving and simulating tickles, which felt all too real to the Muspellian who was feeling them on the other side of the cloth. She forgot completely about teasing Osian and instead crumbled to bits as she joined the Thracians in hanging upside down in hysterical helplessness.
Chrom snorted not just at the sounds but also from his own new punishment beginning. All around the Ylissean Exalt-to-be hung tens of garishly decorated ornaments. They each bore sets a set of lips, and with a sharp poke to his arch Grima set him to this punishment. Chrom jumped at the touch and swayed slightly, right into the range of one of the ornaments which laid a fat Christmas raspberry right into the small of Chrom's back. He tried to get away from it only for another to get him with a long lick right down the Mark of the Exalt on his bicep. Another laid a passionate kiss right into his ear which he tried to flee only to be nibbled upon his neck. One of the ornaments was trying to swing towards his lips, but Chrom was too preoccupied with the two on each side that begun nibbling his earlobes. His head spun as his body was assaulted with light kisses, sucks, nibbles, and sharp blasts of air to dominate his sensory receptors. Adding to the cacophony of his fellow prisoners' rough laughter, Chrom was finding it harder and harder to hold on. The sounds seemed to gradually dull and drift away as the touches overwhelmed his mind, but eventually even those seemed to fade as he slipped out of consciousness with the others soon joining him.
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When Chrom awoke he was seated and slumped over a table. He attempted to get up but found that his ankles were shackled beneath the chair. He looked down and saw that a sturdy metal bar kept his ankles secure and his feet suspended at a certain height. They hung at a set height above a strange little path. It seemed to be two strips of metal with little planks layed below them. He puzzled at what those were until he noticed a familiar pair of feet in a similar situation in the chair next to him. A pair of delicate size 9's that were juuuust blushed the faintest pink at the heel and ball. As if they regularly hid their delicate countenance's in big heavy boots, To hide how pretty they were of course. Chrom looked up and saw that indeed sitting next to him was Robin! He grabbed the tactician in a hug with such joy before he remembered how he'd come to be here.
"Chrom, no! We need to get back to work!" Whined the pretty little Robin.
Chrom looked around the room and saw several dozen other people who he recognized as other Heroes, all of whom had been taken at one point or another. From Tanya and Osian to people who he knew had been gone for a long time like Corrin and Klein. They all worked quickly over whatever was in front of them as they sat in similar chairs to his with their feet suspended there. Chrom looked back at a nervous Robin who seemed to be hurriedly trying to screw something on to whatever was in front of him. Chrom looked before him and saw that there was a multitude of toy soldiers and a bag of wickedly soft-looking feathers.
"Chrom wooork! He's going to punish us" hissed Robin.
Chrom looked over to see thaf Robin seemed to be replacing the wheels of toy cars with different ones that were covered in small nubs.
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"Oh is sleeping beauty awakened? There are better places to take a nap than in your chair you know little Exalt."
Chrom's back straightened and a cold sweat broke out. He knew that slimy voice even if now had a more feminine tone.
"Oh, little Exalt. Why aren't you working? Don't you want to spread the Christmas Cheer?"
Grima floated down behind Chrom and put her hands upon his shoulders. Even if she had released the Robin he knew and now inhabited the female one, he was no happier to see her or hear her as the case was. She growled into his ear and he tried to pull away only to find that despite her slighter frame and aerial capabilities she was no weaker than her male form. She held his shoulders tight and blew a stream of hot air on his neck that made the princeling try and cross his legs to hide what was straining against his undergarments.
Grima saw it though and gave the back of his neck a lick that made him moan. He shot a side-eye to Robin who was watching in worry but still trying to focus on the work in front of him. He saw that the snowy-haired tactician's trousers were stained as well and that his pale feet had looked to have something dripped on them. It would seem that this wasn't a unique treatment. Robin tried to watch Chrom AND work on the feather sword before him but wasn't doing a very good job at either. He let out a childish yelp when the airborne Grima poked him in the side of the head with a bare toe.
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"Are you lonely over there my little vessel? Do you feel left out? My, my I JUST played with you as the exalt slept! Such a needy little bird. Technically anything I do with is just self-pleasure so do get back to your work before I'm forced to declare you naughty."
Robin looked down and focused on working on the feather swords before him as Grima turned back to Chrom.
"Such a diligent little kind of worker these Robin's are. I can see why you're so fond of them Exalt. I'll admit to going a bit mad with my collecting. I'll bet that they'll be overjoyed to see you though. Now, do focus on your work my new little elf."
Chrom turned towards the table and saw that his newest project seemed to be a plastic egg. He wasn't quite sure what he was to with it and turned to Grima quizzically earning him an exasperated sigh.
"Ahhh so dumb. It makes you cute but not very good as a worker at all. This is a new tickle toy we've made here thanks to the good doctor L'Arachel. Inside that harmless looking little egg is a beast made of slime. Once it's released it's trained to swoop up as many people as it can into its grip and then slosh its way back to this castle. If you were let it out of there my handsome hero then it would have no qualm about making those masculine feet of yours wiggle and squirm as it dragged you off to my chambers. Mmm, the fun we could have there. Perhaps I'd have you make me some eggnog?"
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Grima swept the egg off the table and held it aloft above Chrom who trembled as she tapped a nail against it.
"Wh-What are you d-doing? No! Grima pl-please!"
"Oh your simply adorable when your begging Exalt. The only thing stopping me from cracking this and dripping this devilish creature down your trousers is how fast you wouldn't be able to beg me. So instead of working on my toys. You my toy will be working on me!"
Grima placed both of her snowy soles on either side of Chrom's head and wiggled the toes. Chrom tried to not pay attention as they stroked along the top of his and nudged his cheeks.
"Oh? Exalt are you not interested? Hmmph I know perhaps a change of clothes is in order. Wait for just a second while I put this outfit on the rack. In the meantime, I'll leave you a naughty boy's distraction."
Grima whistled in a way that made all of her captives at their workbenches stiffen noticeably. Answering her call was a steam whistle and a chugging sound as she zipped off out of the room. Chrom looked around at his fellow prisoners and saw that all of their trapped feet were trembling. He looked to see that from a small door a toy train had entered the room. Chrom thought for a moment about how cute it was until he realized that it was QUITE the long toy train.
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The tiny locomotive chugged down the tracks and arrived below the first of the little elves on its path. Former King Michalis had been here for quite the while. He'd been captured by this horde of perverts quite early. Dragged away from his usual role as a ticklish servant to King Surtr and his new favorite saucy tickle toy, Niles to be put to work down here in Santa Grima's workshop making naughty toys to punish good boys. The devilish little steam engine rumbled by beneath his great size 14's and Chrom watched in wonder as one of the boxcar's roofs opened up.
Cartoonish white gloves on thick black cords emerged. Almost comical in their stereotypical appearance and size. Despite this though the big hands seemed to fit like gloves as they tended to the poor tired footman's massive tootsies. Michalis let out a rather lewd moan as they pulled back his great long toes and dug thumbs up into his regal arches and tough heels. The man sunk into a mess of his luxurious red hair as the gloves applied a sensual massage to his great soft soles that had him so relaxed that he barely noticed the one naughty finger sliding up and down his meaty foot and making him giggle in contentment.
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Chrom watched as the hands slid back into the train just as the large number of cargo carts behind it carrying upturned feathers, forks, and pulsing vibrators came by to envelop Michalis' trapped feet and snap him from his relaxation and into ticklish agony he knew so well. Chrom bit his lip at the sight until he felt a hand tap him atop his head. He looked up to see that Grima had returned. He'd shed the female version of Robin and had been referring to her when she now he had been referring to changing clothes. Now he wore a male Robin again now, not that different from the one sitting next to Chrom that he knew was his except for one key difference. This Robin seemed to be two or three inches shorter for whatever reason.
The floating villain placed his bare foot on Chrom's face and laughed at the feeling of the Exalt's cheeks flushing. It warmed up the dragon's feet and was a pleasant feeling that only made him laugh more as Chrom tried to flusteredly bat it away.
"What's the matter, Chrom? Did my switching to the male version not excite you more? I see that now your making a mess little Exalt. Perhaps you do want some eggy pudding down your trousers to help with that?"
"NO! GRIMA! DAMN YOU! PL-PLEASE! SHOW MERCY!"
"Hmmph. You are rather pleasing when your flustered so we'll allow it. I do suppose it would be a shame to break my toys too quickly. Fine then! Give them some attention to show your gratitude worm!"
Grima nudged Chrom in the nose with his toe as the Exalt blushed. He took the draconic foot in his hands and began sloppily massaging it as Grima laughed at the clumsiness and the occasional accidental tickle.
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The train rolled on past the laughing Michalis who was no howling at the endless stream of tickle tools being dragged across his trapped feet. The train rolled on towards a panicked Conrad who'd been trying to make the control socks he'd been given work. The ginger knight was stumped and had been expecting punishment for awhile. It certainly didn't help that his magical armor had been teasing his poor nipples because of how at attention they'd been due to the cold.
When the coochie, coochie express rumbled under him he barely noticed it. Its lead car opened up again and this time plants emerged. They were bulb-like and from protruded a small fluffy stalk. Conrad yipped like a child when they pressed against his creamy soles and simulated perfectly, the feeling of a pair of lips giving his ticklish sole a quick, chaste kiss. Normally that would have just made the debonair cavalier blush but with the barrage of them, it was if Conrad's big blushy feet were in a hailstorm of gentle kisses. He bubbled over with giggles and squeaks that had him sweaty and teary-eyed as he beat his fist on the desk. The train rolled onwards but the plants swayed as they just kept coming back to peck not just the pads of his meaty toes but up into his arches on a smoochy hike and all along his tender heel. They chased his toes when they tried to flee and would give their stems equal satisfaction.
When the locomotive rolled past him finally Conrad had his head down and was mewling before erupting into laughter as his feet received the pokes, strokes, and plumage of the seemingly endless following cars. Conrad's belly laughter joined with Michalis' roaring as Chrom tried his best to focus on the task at hand. He'd never given a proper foot massage but he felt that Grima didn't deserve one for Christmas if he was being honest. However, Grima seemed to just be enjoying how he was forcing the Lordling to play with his plush tootsies. The occasional sidelong glances from his task to observe the others though was beginning to irk Grima though.
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With a smirk, the villain pulled away from Chrom and dug into the Heroes sides. Chrom burst into helpless snorting giggles as he tried to slap him away. Grima slipped around behind the lord to limit what he could do to stop him even further. Chrom couldn't even see as Grima gingerly cracked open the plastic egg to let a little of the lewd slime slip-free. He pulled open Chrom's trousers and let it slip down the Ylissean's spine towards his tight cheeks.
Before Chrom could pay attention to that though Grima once again placed his feet on the lord's shoulders and ran them along the sides of his face.
"Haha! Does my little Worm enjoy this? Maybe if he pays his Master's feet some attention I'll slow down the train?"
Chrom looked over to the train chugging closer to a panicked Alm and quickly began peppering Grima's feet with sloppy, frightened kisses.
The train kept chugging right along towards poor Alm though. The greenette could do nothing as that lead car opened up. Two more of those cartoonish gloves emerged and reached around behind his petite size 7's to seize him by his big toes. They bent them back and forced Alm's trapped soles taut. He couldn't see as emerging from the train was a vast and many-colored collection of...PINWHEELS! The light plastic toys blew in the wind quickly and normally would have been a strange sight to see but as their soft whirling edges began brushing along Alm's ticklish soles rapidly he broke out in boyish chuckles.
The former farm boy tried to cover his mouth in fear that he'd get punished further but this just led to adorable piggy snorts breaking out from the cute little conqueror. Alm beat his fist on the desk as the wind-powered tickle torture drove him up the wall. A little squeal erupted from him when one of them got up in between his toes and that turned into a shriek when even more emerged and followed. Soon Alm's poor bubbly toes were all sandwiched between fluffy pinwheels and he was begging through belly laughter to be let off the naughty list.
The train obliged but only by withdrawing all it's fancy toys back into that lead car as it chugged onwards. Alm got a second respite before his feet were enveloped in feathers and simulated tongues just like the others were.
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*smooch*
"Is this making you happy!?"
*smack*
"Dammit Grima stop the train!!"
*smooch*
"It's getting closer!"
*smack*
"I'm doing what you said!"
*smooch*
"Pl-Please Master!"
Chrom's desperate pleas to get off this particular ride were cut off by a toe-poke to head from Grima.
"Less talking. More worship Mister Exalt."
Grima sighed in contentment as he felt Chrom's lips go back to gracing his feet. He shot a smug look at the little Robin who was trying to watch the whole thing through a side-eye again. That was going to have to stop he supposed. He pulled his feet away from Chrom and floated over toward the disobedient little vessel. He'd never liked this one much and so he had no qualms about cracking open the egg the rest of the way and stuffing it down the trousers of one who shared his face.
With just a whistle the slimes sprung to action. One taking its place at Chrom's asshole and the other enveloping Robin's cock. The two heroes of Ylisse moaned as the cold slime enveloped their erogenous zones and began playing with them underneath their trousers. What felt like cold fingers traced along Chrom's anus and teased his asscheeks. Meanwhile Robin's cock felt like it was in a freezing mouth. The bluenette moaned while the white-haired man mewled. Grima laughed at the lewd faces both made while his toy stroked along them.
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The train meanwhile chugged along towards the Ylissean pair with only one more stop on the way. Eliwood tried to accept what was coming to his massive 16's. This went out the window when long and slimy tongues came from the lead car and began slurping down his soles. He flexed his toes wildly while snickering his brains out as they forcefully worshipped and lapped at each crevice and spot on his big ticklish feet. Eliwood's face rapidly reddened before he broke out into barking laughter as they got in between his long toes. The Pheraen Lord howled for Hector and Lyn to save him from the tickles.
"IT'S TOOHOOO MUCH! NAHAHT MY FEEHEETSIES! MEEHEERCY! HEEEHEELP!"
Hector and Lyn weren't there though the train was. It seemed to listen to poor ticklish Eliwood as a pair of felt puppets made to look like his cherished friends came out. The Lyn caressed and toyed with his soles as the Hector took to wrestling with his toes. Eliwood was shaking by the time train pulled away and the felt lords graced his feet with a pair of good-bye kisses and the locomotive rumbled on.
Grima looked down at his two heroes begging and clawing at their own pants as they tried to pull the slime off of them. His two happy little elves had traded tickle spots with Chrom's cock now getting slimy strokes as his eyes crossed and Robin finding his pale cheeks kissed and caressed. Grima laughed at the two.
"Oh, you two are just too perfect! I can't wait to hang you from my Christmas tree!"
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The wall before the red-faced pair opened and revealed a horrid sight. A great and massive holiday fir. It stood taller than a building and was decorated gaudily on its higher branches. However, the lower ornaments were what caught their attention. Arranged in a perfect ring around the tree were several different people. Wrapped around their bodies was so much fluffy tinsel that they were helpless as their bare feet hung down over another train track with a similar locomotive chugging around carrying an array of tickle tools.
The people all looked different but yet similar due to the familiar coat they all wore underneath their bondage. The trademark tactician's coat that denounced none other than Robin. Some were tall, some were short. There were men and women with hair colors from all over the rainbow. Some had scars and others were babyfaced. Of particular note was a pair of short Robin's. One looked like a simply taller Morgan the other had messy pink hair and a bandage over his nose. Those two howled the loudest as Morgan sat underneath the tree and played with whatever parts of their feet the tree couldn't get.
All of them were laughing and begging in perfect synchronization which made the sight all the more unnerving to Chrom and his Robin. So entranced by it were that they didn't even notice the train rumble under them or that lead car open up. Grima snapped his fingers and both men's ankles were released from their shackles. Before they could even think of running though powerful suction came from that horrid little locomotive below them. The two found themselves shrinking as they were pulled back into that lead car and the inky blackness it contained.
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Their falls were broken by the two of them falling into some sort of soft and spongy material. Before they could struggle they sank into it until all that protruded was the men's heads and feet. They realized from the feeling that they'd been dropped into a much bigger version of that same slide that had just been toying with them as their bodies were suddenly attacked from all sides by what felt like slimy fingers, hungry tongues, and squishy nubs.
They were both laughing so hard that tears were streaming down their faces as Grima looked down on them in their new cozy lover's nest.
"We'll keep the two of you in there for a while until your nice and obedient."
The pair screamed in ticklish agony for mercy as Grima laughed and closed the hatch on his little train as it chugged by.
"Don't worry boys! Only 14 days till Christmas!"
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