Lake Superior
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"Come along Mr. Knight! You've got a long night ahead of you hehe."
The shorthaired blonde sneered at the guards shoving him. His capture had been humiliating enough but the way that they'd stripped away his armor and boots had turned him red with shame. Cormag had known what happened here like all the other heroes but when he'd heard that Ewan hadn't returned from his patrol he'd taken to his steed, Genarog, and set out to find the diminutive mage.
Even after finding the sage to be at the mercy of none other than the Demon King, Lyon himself he hadn't hesitated. While Lyon was entranced by the look of terror on Ewan's face as his magic suspended the caster in the air and slooooowly slid away his socks. He hadn't been expecting a full-grown man to dive at him from atop a wyvern at all. He'd shocked Lyon enough to allow the mage to flee with the help of Genarog but hadn't been able to slip away himself. Lyon had regained his composure quickly and cast a spell that had pinned him to the ground helplessly as guards had filed in and blocked out the sun above him.
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That had been days ago and after a long and uncomfortable stay down in the castle's dungeon, they'd finally come to collect him. He knew what awaited those dragged here but had spent his time down there surprisingly unmolested. When the guards had come to collect him however he knew that time was coming to an end.
"Hmmph, you should be happy that The Demon King kept you so safe. Don't think we haven't noticed those pretty feet of yours scarboy. Heck, we've had a hell of a time keeping King Surtr from coming down here to play with those himself. All that vacation time is over though handsome. The lords have something special planned for you, hehe."
Cormag responded with only a sneer. He wasn't about to waste words on two grunts whom if he had his weapons, wouldn't have warranted a word as he cut them down. Instead, he looked forwards only even as they led him toward the arena. He looked out over the various twisted kings and queens who were eager to watch his torment. The massive Surtr had not just Klein but also his father Pent seated upon his laugh and occasionally pinched the bellies of the handsome family while leering down at the new meat. Queen Freyja smiled evilly as she enjoyed the way that Micaiah and Sothe who had both nodded off in their seats, twisted uncomfortably in their dreams, and chuckled. Emperor Julius laughed as the magical hands he'd summoned made Ares and Leif pant and moan as they squeezed the bulges in the two's trousers.
Sat above all of them was Lyon who sneered down at Cormag as the lanceman was shoved roughly. He tumbled forward into the sandy pit and shot a death glare at the lavender-haired pervert who he'd once considered his liege.
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A strange bleat however caught his attention instead. He looked over at what occupied this battlefield with him in utter confusion. What seemed to just be a herd of fluffy sheep bleated happily, seemingly unaware at the packed stands of lewdly behaving lunatics. The giddy, Eliwood tried to reach down and brush his fingers along the unsettling livestock but was seized by the berserked Lif and Corrin who set about to nibbling the tall redhead's neck to settle him down. Cormag wondered at what was to happen here as he warily approached the herd of harmless-looking creatures. Something was off about them though. He approached them slowly and tried to puzzle it out before he finally realized it as he circled the herd.
This entire time he'd yet to see any of the heads of the fluffy beasties. He'd just assumed the creatures had been facing away from him but now that he looked, he could see no signs of which end of the creature was which. He was essentially looking at a pack of fluffballs on hooves. They stiffened as he got closer and he contemplated giving them their space. However, a naughty Ephraim instead leaned over from his seat and dumped a cup of milk right atop the blonde's head. The blonde snarled and looked for something to throw up at the one who'd just insulted him but noticed the herd of strange sheep shuffling about now.
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He tried to back away slowly but the herd began shuffling after him in perfect synchronization. He was surprised at the speed they managed as they closed in on him. He slipped in the sand and ended up tripping over his own feet as they closed in around him. He tried to get up quickly but the herd had spread out to surround him. He stepped backward and let out a yowl as he felt drag up the back of his ankle. He whipped around quickly, just in time to see a long and monstrous tongue withdrawing back into the sea of wool that had marooned him. It was dawning on him that these were not regular sheep just as a pair of masculine hands shot from the wool to seize him by the ankles.
He was pulled struggling right off his feet and landed on his chest with an "Oof" that drove all the wind from his chest. He just managed to dig into the dirt of the floor to stop himself from being dragged away.
The "sheep" bleated angrily at this and more roughs hands emerged from the fluff to assist the pair trying to drag him. The calloused fingertips ran themselves down his leathery soles and made the scarred warrior bite his lip, the feeling of them pinching and prying open his toes made him gasp however as a thick and meaty thumb drove itself between the digits and began spinning itself. The crowd cheered the sight of the soldier sputtering and the way his loosening do fingers caused him to be dragged further out of the "ring" that had been made for him. Cormag's eyes bulged at the sight of hands of all kinds protruding from the wool ahead of him. There were male hands, female hands, and even non-human hands! Some were big and some were small but they all joined together in a wave towards the blonde as they wielded various tools and shook them excitedly. Cormag swallowed hard at the sight of brushes, forks, feathers, and even what looked to be a vibrator (Itsuki had shown him that) all being brandished excitedly as he was pulled closer.
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The idea of what those were for gave him the shivers almost as bad as how there was now a set of fingers pinching and twiddling all ten of his toesies back and forth in alternating waves. He wanted to wrap his arms around his ribs and beg for mercy but he knew that would just get him milked and mind-broken like all the others. If these bastards wanted him to fight then he'd make sure they choked on it. He took a fistful of sand and threw it just about eye level with where assumed the sheeps head was. An angered bleat was heard as the hands-on his ankles lets go and shook in rage. Cormag pulled his feet back and rolled over to scuffle backward on his rear. He grimaced at the urge to run his hands back and forth on his leathery 12's and try and rub away the lingering phantom tickles still dancing up and down his meaty soles.
Not since the time he'd lost a bet with Ephraim and had to volunteer his stompers to Princess L'Arachel for a pedicure had Cormag been this worried about his feet. Normally their rough soles were a deterrent due to old techniques that Glen had taught him of sliding a bared foot along the neck of your wyvern while in flight as a gentle reassurance. However, he felt the same evil smile that the princess of Rausten had worn when she'd advanced on his frightened pies wielding pumice stones, nail clippers, and various oils. That was with good reason as the Mad Scientist, L'Arachel wore that same smile now as she sat in the stands and looked upon him being menaced by the Wooly Bully that she had created. She sat back down and returned to playing with the helpless feet of the caged raven hanging above her. She had to get back in some Pedi-practice of course!
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The flock tightened the circle around Cormag and started closing in as he got back to his feet. Cormag's mind raced with any ideas he could come up with to escape and eventually settled on quite possibly the worst one. He tried to grab one of the sheep by the fluff and move it forcefully. His hands however sunk into the strange and itchy wool. He felt small and bony hands seize his wrists and pull them in even deeper as he struggled. The next thing he knew he was feeling string being secured around each of his fingers to pull them back and render his hands helpless. Soon long and rough tongues were dragging along the man's helpless palms while he stomped and howled. Small and prickly spurs were rolled up and down his helpless fingers as his eyes watered.
The straw that broke the camel's back however was the feeling of thick and luscious lips peppering his wrists with sloppy kisses. Somehow the very saliva left behind itched almost as bad as the horrid wool his hands were sunk in. The damnable stuff was stuffed in between each of his spuriously tortured digits and it itched so badly. He was fighting an animalistic urge to slam his face in and try to bite at them just to get some relief. He danced from foot to foot and tried to pull away to no avail only to miss the monster's next move.
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A pair of strong hands emerging from the wool went totally unnoticed and once again seized him by the ankles. They pulled them right out from under him and made Cormag fall hard on his rear. With bulging eyes, Cormag saw the twisted hands of gremlins emerge from the wool, wielding cotton swabs like brushes. He bit his lip as they began using them to gently tease the wrinkles in his wide soles that developed from the effort he was putting forth to try and wriggle free of this thing's grasp. They placed them between his stubby toes and began twirling them with reckless abandon as the poor Lanceman went wild. Each crank of the dainty little sticks was like they were turning up the volume on Cormag's breathy laughter and the crowd was loving it. The mad tickle lords and their various pets and victims clapped and cheered except one.
Lyon stood up suddenly and snapped his fingers. Instantly all the various tickles upon Cormag's hands and feet stopped. He had no idea where the heads on these sheep were but he knew for a fact they were watching their master intently. The prince made a sweeping gesture and Cormag was released from his itchy prison. He collapsed to the ground, wheezing and still giggling despite as Lyon looked over the crowd. He gestured and the sheep shrank back but still kept Cormag encircled. Cormag looked up through teary red eyes at Lyon and saw his chance. He took off running towards where his former liege was seated. He lept as high as he could and could only hope it was enough to clear not only the monsters but also to try and scramble his way out of the arena.
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He came up just short and slammed chest first into the edge but he was just high up enough to startle Lyon and force him to take a step back. Cormag's eyes narrowed at the sight of one of the mages bare feet poking out from beneath his robes and he sprung into action. He seized the pale foot with one hand and had the demon by the toe even as he fell back. Lyon's eyes lightened as he was dragged down with Cormag for a second and as the soldier's mind raced with images of him bending the mage backward and running his fingers along his soles until the lavender-haired softie was begging him to let come with him back to Askr. However, a quick-footed little dastard by the name of Julius was quick to catch Lyon and pull him back. Cormag fell back feet first into the sheepish monstrosity below him, his eyes bulging as he sank into its wool up to his waist. Lyon meanwhile howled in rage dissolving into nerdy giggles as Julius pinched and stroked his ears with his devilishly long red nails.
The taller mage thrashed and kicked in Julius's lap as the devilish little sorcerer used a lock of his own hair to tease the inside of his ear. Cormag couldn't pay that any mind though as right now he was feeling nothing but that damnable itchy wool surging all along his legs. It was working its way beneath the cuffs of his pants and forcing its way up, splitting his trousers open as it went and making the blonde howl as it scrubbed up his skin. It reached the crotch of his pants and tore it away to allow his golden fuzzed balls and cock to join the fluffy hell that his legs were in. Through it, all Cormag had the sense to keep his arms above his head, lest he go back to the hands on tickling he'd narrowly escaped earlier.
Tongues of all shapes and sizes lapped along the back of his knees as he twisted and squirmed. His thighs were squeezed by hands, raked with guitar picks, and stroked with brushes. His toes were forced open with that same string that had victimized his fingers earlier. However, to Cormag's wailing displeasure this time they weren't still. The fluffy string was flossed back and forth between his toes as he shook and his deep laughter boomed. Monstrous fingers danced along his soles and pinched his wrinkles as he threw his head side to side and refused to give in.
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"AHAH'LL KIHIILL YOU" both he and Lyon stammered out as they shook in ticklish agony. Julius had pulled the taller mage up and was now running a finger along his squishy belly under his robes. The dark lord in Lyon fumed as once again his host was reduced to a weeping tickle baby. Not that he disliked that of course. Cormag however was saying it louder as gnarled, green fingers ran up and down his sides, trying to make him wiggle more. The other "sheep" in the flock were pressing closer and as a result, the mound of wool holding Cormag was growing larger and larger. It was raising him higher and higher as he howled and sank little by little into it because of his wiggling.
Before Cormag knew it he was sunk up to his belly button in it and begging for mercy. He looked down and a mouth protrudes from the wool. He tried to stop it using his elbows to avoid getting further stuck but ultimately was helpless as it pressed against his navel and began exploring the divot with its tongue. That was the final straw for him, Cormag began beating his fists at where he thought its mouth was in absolute red-faced desperation. Predictably he just ended up stuck even more as the wool raised itself to his shoulders. What felt like rotating brushes, plumed with even more wool were shoved up into his armpits as he shook and begged for mercy.
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The flock pressed closer and closer until now there was just one massive bleating serpent made of wool hoisting Cormag up. It shook him back and forth but stiffened as this Doctor L'Arachel stood up and gestured. Lyon couldn't you see as Julius had gotten down to the lavender-haired demon lord's toes. He was counting them while cackling at the threats of Fomortiis's and begging of Lyon's. He was totally unaware as both the sinister Grima and the berserk Fallen Corrin snuck up on him from behind.
L'Arachel beckoned with a finger and the great wooly monsters sloshed over towards its master. She gestured for it to move closer and it obliged. Reaching a hand toward the mass of wool it opened at her touch and exposed Cormag's poor itchy and abused tootsies to her. They dripped with drool and still flexed nervously at the phantom tickle sensations that had ravaged them. She particularly smiled at various colored lipstick marks all along his soles and toes.
"Ahhh are you liking my monster? I always thought you'd be more handsome if you smiled and I'm glad that my sheep are confirming that."
"Dahahamn you! Wahahke up and hehehelp me I cahahn't take muhuch more!"
"Awww poor ticklish baby. Master Lyon was supposed to be catching me a certain redheaded lab rat for my monsters to teeth on but I must say you'll do quite nicely with a sweet laugh like that! As for waking up? Why don't you! These tickles in the world are the most liberating thing and I'm happy to submit myself to them for eternity! I honestly can't wait for you to do the same!"
"YOHOHIR IHNSANE! THIS IS AHAHLL PEHERVEHHERSE!"
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"Why yes! That's the fun part cutie!"
She scrabbled her glover fingers all along Cormag's trapped and tanned 12's, tracing the outline of every wrinkle and lipstick mark while enjoying the reddening of his face.
Eventually though she tired and he was pulled back into the wool up to his neck now. All new avenues of his body were opened up to wild tortures due to this. His pecs were fluffed and massaged by hands that could have belonged to a roughly fingered blacksmith. Long and sticky tongues curled around his toes like they were sweaty worms. Spurs were rolled up and down between each and every one of his ribs while he howled.
His head stuck out of the pile of pulsating wool like a blonde-haired cherry atop a squirming sundae but with a wave of her hand, the whole devilish dessert surged once more. It shrank down as she sat on the lip of the arena and unzipped one of her lab boots. She tossed it over her shoulder and wiggled the toes of her stockinged foot. All Cormag could do was laugh as dozens of different torments surged beneath the wool. His balls were fluffed with the damn itchy wool, his navel had what felt like a toothbrush inside it, and his soles and heels were being pumiced to bits in an all too familiar pedicure from hell.
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"Poor boy, do you maybe want it to stop? Is it too much for the brave warrior that used to tell me to be more serious on the battlefield?"
Every one of his abdominal muscles was receiving alternating chaste kisses in a way that was driving him mad. The worst is that in no way did it feel like a human was doing it.
"I could perhaps make my monster stop you know. It's very loyal to its mama. Would my poor new tickle baby like that?"
Cormag nodded but accidentally sank his chin into the wool. It was quickly assaulted and dusted with different feathers that he had no way of knowing belonged to all three bird laguz tribes. That in addition to the fact that now his fingers were having their tips pressed to what felt like spinning roller brush that's devilish softness had him seeing stars, was enough to have him agree to whatever she wanted. L'Arachel pressed her foot atop Cormag's blonde head and ran his bristly hair through her delicate toes, giggling at the tickly sensation.
"Lord Lyon is rather preoccupied so I don't think anyone would object to me taking over."
She gestured over to Julius who's shirt and socks had been ripped away. The maddened Corrin and Robin had both taken a foot from the diminutive redhead each with Corrin biting each of his small toes and Grima simply stroking his long nails down the short soles. What was really driving the Loptoun vessel mad was Lyon kneeling atop his arms and raking his nails up and down the man's sides. He twisted and tried to wriggle free as the lavender-haired sadist bent down and pressed his lips to the emperor's belly once more. The redhead's narrow frame contorted under the three as he wheezed and begged for mercy.
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"All you have to do is give my footsie a big kiss, Cormy! Well, that and agree to be my new handsome lab rat. Those two girls I have at the moment are no good. Just total space cadets!"
Cormag wasn't listening to the lunatic's bubbly taunts. Instead, he was focusing on what felt like teeth gliding up and down his tight ass-cheeks. Tentacles wiggled in his armpits as he howled and tried to swear. L'Arachel could only laugh at the ridiculous sight of the man trying to scowl from inside the forest of peacock feathers that were blooming out of her creation to tickle his ears and cheeks.
"Poor boy. Just pucker up and the good doctor will whisk you away. Why we can have a few Ephraim's join you for good measure. It's the least you can do for me since you made so Ewan couldn't be my happy little test subject."
L'Arachel placed her foot right on Cormag's face as he squirmed and thrashed. Down in the wool, his cock was tingling from the fluffy and horribly itchy handy he'd been given and was already forgetting as dainty fingers danced on his wilting cock and refused to let it rest. Despite how hard he wanted to not be hard, it was still slowly rising.
"C'mon Mr. Ticklish. Just pucker up and it can all be over. Mmm, I bet your real itchy, too. Oh, you must wanna scratch all ooooover huh?"
It felt as if the backs of Cormag's knees were being scrubbed with more damnable wool while the caps of the ticklish things were being pinched and prodded. Rough hands squeezed and kneaded his pecs, while dainty ones skittered up and down his thighs. Cormag's lips pursed as small hands pried open his toes and began teasing inside the canyons with more wool.
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"Just one smooch and we can get you a nice outfit like King Surtr's footman. Oh, I do wish your hair was prettier like his but you're cute in your way I suppose."
She placed a finger on her chin in a thoughtful position as she looked over her trapped airman. His hair was quite managed despite it all and his scar did add a kind of rugged cuteness to his fierce countenance. His personality was what made the poor boy howling before her as tongues assaulted his calves so sweet, however. So involved in her pondering was she that she paid no mind to the two Muspellian's sneaking up behind her.
"Come now. Is it really so bad for just one kiss? Why I'm starting to get self-conscious!"
Cormag's nipple was currently being sawed upon by feathers from both directions to trap the little pink dials in between them so he was barely conscious himself. He finally pressed his lips to her foot and closed his eyes. He just couldn't take it anymore, he'd do anything to make it stop even momentarily.
However just as L'Arachel let out her cry of triumph she was seized from behind by a certain sword princess while her father hopped down into the pit. Laevateinn began squeezing and kneading the Mad Scientists tum while she bucked and giggled in her arms while Surtr simply reached elbow deep into the wool as if it was nothing and grabbed Cormag by the ankle.
"What a pathetic show. We can't see anything! What's the point of tickling a worm into subservience if we can't see anything?"
The gruff redhead of a king pulled Cormag out by the ankle until his ass and legs were bared to the air. A side effect though was that Cormag's head was pulled down so that now he was half stuck in the wooly mass that had been teasing him so. It wasted no time in jamming brushes and more goddamned wool right up his nose and delighting in how he couldn't scratch the itches or prevent the tickles. It seemed jealous how personal he had gotten with its master's foot. As a result, somehow it had produced similar feet in its wooly wonderland and was running them along his face currently.
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Surtr cackled as he teased his rough fingers up and down Cormag's ass cheeks, delighting in the way it made him kick his legs and shake. Meanwhile, his daughter easily kept the taller woman she was tickling still while setting her on her lap.
"My father is right. Lord Lyon did order that we all watch this show but as you said earlier he's a bit busy now. As such I think it's only fair that you present us a chance for some audience participation."
L'Arachel howled and thrashed as Cormag did the same in both ticklish sympathies and because of how the woolen hell had stuffed a pair of toothbrushes into his mouth. He'd never known that the roof of one's mouth could even be ticklish ut here he was not only learning that but also with his ankles in a headlock by King Surtr. The massive pervert of a tyrant was slowly lowering his great bristly beard down towards Cormag's helpless soles. He scraped it up and down the helpless pies as the wyvern rider's legs went rigid from the shock of this new move. Cormag's cock had already twitched back not just to life but also to leaking pre-cum once more as L'Arachel's preplanned line of "IIIIT'S ALIIIIIVE!!" went to waste due to Laevateinn's two fingers currently exploring her navel.
Cormag wanted to stuff his fists in his mouth and bite down but both parts of him were currently occupied. His fingers were now the recipients of woolen flossing just as his toes were earlier. Meanwhile, a third toothbrush had been added to brush his helpless tongue while the other two got the roof of his mouth as well. He coughed and sputtered his barking laughter as wave after wave of disembodied pairs of lips pressed to his abs and blew soggy raspberries. The wyvern rider's eyes were beginning to cross as another gremlin hand emerged from the wool to stroke a singular raven feather up and down his ticklish asshole just to add a cherry to his ravishment.
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Meanwhile, the mad doctor was going wild as she tried to writhe out of Laevateinn's grip.
"Mmm, all this playing around you've done at being a mad scientist while I've had my eye on you. I think you'd look real nice in my room while my maid's give you a dusting."
The swordsmistress shot a look back at her twin followers. Altena and Minerva both blushed in their frilly servant's dresses and tried to hide their big feet under each other to mask their discomfort. Whenever Mistress Laevateinn didn't get her way it was the two of them who got it. She'd force the two to lay on her bed and be quiet as she wrote whatever was bothering her across her diaries which is what she called the two's big wrinkly soles. She'd been eager to get ahold of the mad doctor for a while as she'd been eyeing the little tum that all that Halloween candy had given her. However, she'd been told by her darling big sister that she had to let the eccentric woman work. She was worth more as a creator of tickle monsters than just another ticklish piece of furniture in the Princesses room, regardless of how much she wanted to have the ridiculous woman with her hand's chains above her so that she could do nothing as Laevateinn used her talented toes to poke, prod and play with her paunch.
Her father however was much less interested in what he'd been told. The mad King of Muspel had wanted Cormag's pretty feet since he'd first seen the handcuffed man being marched through the halls sans his boots. He'd wanted the blonde tied down to his bed and helpless as the king's rough fingers explored every nook and cranny of them. He'd wanted to make this proud knight beg to sit in his lap if only to just get some air. He'd been planning to make a tightly wrapped trio out of his favorite footman, Michalis, and his saucy Niles. He'd put the three together and tease them all till they howled. He dreamed of it as he squeezed Cormag's rear and stuffed a rough finger in to tease the man's taint.
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Cormag's eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling of Surtr's teasing and from how his pecs were receiving a woolen scrub down inside his prison. He tried to move his hands from where they were suspended with the spinning pinwheels teasing their palms but could barely breathe let alone fight. His cock released a hot load into the wool from stimulation alone and he went limp. He could only whimper around the toothbrushes destroying the inside of his mouth with bristly tickles as he felt the wool close around his poor wilting member.
Surtr pulling on his ankles was the only thing keeping the poor tanned flier from being fully pulled back into a woolen mound that now wanted to just make him cum, and cum until he couldn't anymore. Not that Surtr's intention was much purer but he couldn't hear the massive man growling about how he planned to tie him upside down and tickle his cock and feet until he painted his own face. His hips bucked as Surtr got between his legs and kept him as if pushing a wheelbarrow while wiggling his hipbones back and forth. Cormag's throat was almost as scratchy and rough as the wool, to the point where his eyes were beginning to cross as his vision faded.
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He was released when a red mess tumbled out of the stands and fell right atop the wooly mammoth that had been ravishing Cormag. It released him and set to pulling the short man in deeper. While Cormag came sliding out with a wet pop right into Surtr's arms the sheep monster did its best to get Julius to start bleating. Lyon adjusted his robes after having punted the short opportunist down to it before looking at the sticky and shaking Cormag hungrily.
"So did somebody learn who's in control here?"
Cormag nodded furiously while shaking at the feeling of Surtr's thick finger tracing his spine. He let out a rather humiliating mewl at the feeling of the King pinching his rear but it meant nothing to him. The proud knight was gone, still in the woolen hell no doubt. Now there was a shivering tickle pet sitting here in Surtr's arms and wincing when Lyon pointed at him. That wreck of a man nodded eagerly at Lyon's words. A tinge of red erupted in his cheeks when he realized how debasing all of this was and it didn't go unnoticed by Surtr. He smiled at how not only would he get fun from this one but later he could send him off to the baths as well.
The ticklish shrieks of Julius drowned out any chance of conversation the group might have. The little emperor was currently having the canyons between his toes scrubbed with wool and would say he wasn't enjoying it but couldn't through his shrill laughter. The many different hands of all the woolen monsters pressed together like this was having a grand time kneading, squishing, and scratching all along the redhead's squishy tum and inside his deep navel. The worst part for him however was how his red-furred cock was being used to sate the monster's newfound thirst. When he finally came and it found him to taste him even better than Cormag, it planned a whole night for the host of Loptous.
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Surtr threw the blonde over his shoulder and gave his rear a clap hard enough to make the man wince. He trapped Cormag's kicking feet under one arm and began picking at the man's toes. The wyvern rider didn't even have enough energy left to raise his hands, instead, they just hung like useless pieces of meat on either side of his head as he giggled and attempted to beg.
"Mehehercy! Pleeheease noho mohohore! It's tohoo muhuhch! A breheha-GAHAHA, a breheehe-AH NO, a breeheeak pleeeahse" he whimpered as Surtr turned and carried him from the room with Lyon following. The trio exited the room just as Laevateinn began indulging L'Arachel's earlier request to "kiss her foot" but with a fervor that had the greenette begging. Cormag could pay her own laughter mixing with Julius' no mind though as Lyon had produced a sturdy hawk feather and was playing it down the exhausted man's nose.
"Dear Surtr, don't you see? Our friend is exhausted! Why perhaps he'd like a nice, relaxing bath to chase the sleep from his eyes?"
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Cormag's eyes shot open as Surtr threw open the doors to the bath chambers. If he'd thought the laughter was loud in the last room in here it was deafening. There were tubs of all kinds each occupied by a different hero who'd captured and taken here. Each had its own unique scrubbing making them go wild. He saw young Prince Siegbert in a tub blushing and splashing as a hand made of water kept his right arm above his head so another could run a soapy loofah up and down his reddened armpit. He saw the fearful mage Boey sputtering and pulling at the cuffs on his forearms as some unseen cleaning regimen was performed on his feet which were obscured in a cloud of soapy bubbles.
They passed a large sunken tub containing the armored knight Forsyth who was pounding the ground with his fist hard enough to leave cracks as phantom hands gave his ass and crotch a deep and frothy soaping with what looked to be fluffy towels.
They passed row after row of tubs where other tickle pets were being scrubbed wild but resisted considerably less. Michalis and Narcian were in each other's arms as the hands pried open their legs and gave the two's powerful thighs a strong scrubbing. Conrad struggled in a set of headstocks as a set of hands gave the inside of his mouth a powerful brushing. Navarre had been completely mummified below the neck in wet towels so as to be helpless as his long and beautiful hair was shampooed and treated, however, the outlines of things crawling around beneath his bindings explained the swordsmen's deep-voiced snickers. Soren kicked and swore as the hands chased him around with the intent to wash his ticklish crotch until he smiled wide.
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Surtr stopped before a massive sunken tub in the center of the room. He pulled Cormag over and held him in a princess carry before it to give his exhausted little shepherd a better look. The water frothed and roiled in the tub and Cormag could see dozens of shapes flitting about beneath the waves, however, they moved much too fast for him to identify anything. He looked over and saw two figures sitting in the tub with their heads thrown back in uproarious laughter.
"Those two are our latest catches, Quite easily as well. Just a bit of misinformation about their chosen masters falling into a trap and they were easily gobbled up after they marched into our trap."
Setsuna and Effie both shrieked in maddened laughter as the tub took care of them in intensely personal ways. The blue-haired Hoshidan archer was bound tight in the ropes that she'd gotten tangled in. Now she was helpless as the hands soaped up her ticklish thighs and stomach while she begged for mercy. Her hair was a messy pool that she was hiding her head in while her small size 6 feet were scrubbed and dried, soaped and rinsed, rubbed, and dubbed over and over by countless hands coming from the soapy depths. Her legs quivered and her body thrashed as best she could but her bonds held her tight.
Effie simply sat in the soapy hell, unlike her Hoshidan counterpart the Nohrian had thought she could muscle through this. Now though she was in a similar situation as Cormag where she simply didn't have the strength to resist. She sat in the bath helpless as the hands ran up and down her sides, along her thighs, and into her armpits. Worst of all for her though was a pair of children's water floaties that had been secured around her ankles. They kept her big size 16 feet floating just above the water where all could watch as the hands ran pumice stones, feathers, rags, and toothbrushes could destroy every single wrinkle on the desperate woman's soles. She could only wheeze and beg as it happened, long ago having wasted any energy she had left to try and escape. Cormag was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn't notice Lyon signaling to Surtr.
Until the mad king threw him in as well. Scrub a dub, dub.
"Come along Mr. Knight! You've got a long night ahead of you hehe."
The shorthaired blonde sneered at the guards shoving him. His capture had been humiliating enough but the way that they'd stripped away his armor and boots had turned him red with shame. Cormag had known what happened here like all the other heroes but when he'd heard that Ewan hadn't returned from his patrol he'd taken to his steed, Genarog, and set out to find the diminutive mage.
Even after finding the sage to be at the mercy of none other than the Demon King, Lyon himself he hadn't hesitated. While Lyon was entranced by the look of terror on Ewan's face as his magic suspended the caster in the air and slooooowly slid away his socks. He hadn't been expecting a full-grown man to dive at him from atop a wyvern at all. He'd shocked Lyon enough to allow the mage to flee with the help of Genarog but hadn't been able to slip away himself. Lyon had regained his composure quickly and cast a spell that had pinned him to the ground helplessly as guards had filed in and blocked out the sun above him.
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That had been days ago and after a long and uncomfortable stay down in the castle's dungeon, they'd finally come to collect him. He knew what awaited those dragged here but had spent his time down there surprisingly unmolested. When the guards had come to collect him however he knew that time was coming to an end.
"Hmmph, you should be happy that The Demon King kept you so safe. Don't think we haven't noticed those pretty feet of yours scarboy. Heck, we've had a hell of a time keeping King Surtr from coming down here to play with those himself. All that vacation time is over though handsome. The lords have something special planned for you, hehe."
Cormag responded with only a sneer. He wasn't about to waste words on two grunts whom if he had his weapons, wouldn't have warranted a word as he cut them down. Instead, he looked forwards only even as they led him toward the arena. He looked out over the various twisted kings and queens who were eager to watch his torment. The massive Surtr had not just Klein but also his father Pent seated upon his laugh and occasionally pinched the bellies of the handsome family while leering down at the new meat. Queen Freyja smiled evilly as she enjoyed the way that Micaiah and Sothe who had both nodded off in their seats, twisted uncomfortably in their dreams, and chuckled. Emperor Julius laughed as the magical hands he'd summoned made Ares and Leif pant and moan as they squeezed the bulges in the two's trousers.
Sat above all of them was Lyon who sneered down at Cormag as the lanceman was shoved roughly. He tumbled forward into the sandy pit and shot a death glare at the lavender-haired pervert who he'd once considered his liege.
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A strange bleat however caught his attention instead. He looked over at what occupied this battlefield with him in utter confusion. What seemed to just be a herd of fluffy sheep bleated happily, seemingly unaware at the packed stands of lewdly behaving lunatics. The giddy, Eliwood tried to reach down and brush his fingers along the unsettling livestock but was seized by the berserked Lif and Corrin who set about to nibbling the tall redhead's neck to settle him down. Cormag wondered at what was to happen here as he warily approached the herd of harmless-looking creatures. Something was off about them though. He approached them slowly and tried to puzzle it out before he finally realized it as he circled the herd.
This entire time he'd yet to see any of the heads of the fluffy beasties. He'd just assumed the creatures had been facing away from him but now that he looked, he could see no signs of which end of the creature was which. He was essentially looking at a pack of fluffballs on hooves. They stiffened as he got closer and he contemplated giving them their space. However, a naughty Ephraim instead leaned over from his seat and dumped a cup of milk right atop the blonde's head. The blonde snarled and looked for something to throw up at the one who'd just insulted him but noticed the herd of strange sheep shuffling about now.
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He tried to back away slowly but the herd began shuffling after him in perfect synchronization. He was surprised at the speed they managed as they closed in on him. He slipped in the sand and ended up tripping over his own feet as they closed in around him. He tried to get up quickly but the herd had spread out to surround him. He stepped backward and let out a yowl as he felt drag up the back of his ankle. He whipped around quickly, just in time to see a long and monstrous tongue withdrawing back into the sea of wool that had marooned him. It was dawning on him that these were not regular sheep just as a pair of masculine hands shot from the wool to seize him by the ankles.
He was pulled struggling right off his feet and landed on his chest with an "Oof" that drove all the wind from his chest. He just managed to dig into the dirt of the floor to stop himself from being dragged away.
The "sheep" bleated angrily at this and more roughs hands emerged from the fluff to assist the pair trying to drag him. The calloused fingertips ran themselves down his leathery soles and made the scarred warrior bite his lip, the feeling of them pinching and prying open his toes made him gasp however as a thick and meaty thumb drove itself between the digits and began spinning itself. The crowd cheered the sight of the soldier sputtering and the way his loosening do fingers caused him to be dragged further out of the "ring" that had been made for him. Cormag's eyes bulged at the sight of hands of all kinds protruding from the wool ahead of him. There were male hands, female hands, and even non-human hands! Some were big and some were small but they all joined together in a wave towards the blonde as they wielded various tools and shook them excitedly. Cormag swallowed hard at the sight of brushes, forks, feathers, and even what looked to be a vibrator (Itsuki had shown him that) all being brandished excitedly as he was pulled closer.
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The idea of what those were for gave him the shivers almost as bad as how there was now a set of fingers pinching and twiddling all ten of his toesies back and forth in alternating waves. He wanted to wrap his arms around his ribs and beg for mercy but he knew that would just get him milked and mind-broken like all the others. If these bastards wanted him to fight then he'd make sure they choked on it. He took a fistful of sand and threw it just about eye level with where assumed the sheeps head was. An angered bleat was heard as the hands-on his ankles lets go and shook in rage. Cormag pulled his feet back and rolled over to scuffle backward on his rear. He grimaced at the urge to run his hands back and forth on his leathery 12's and try and rub away the lingering phantom tickles still dancing up and down his meaty soles.
Not since the time he'd lost a bet with Ephraim and had to volunteer his stompers to Princess L'Arachel for a pedicure had Cormag been this worried about his feet. Normally their rough soles were a deterrent due to old techniques that Glen had taught him of sliding a bared foot along the neck of your wyvern while in flight as a gentle reassurance. However, he felt the same evil smile that the princess of Rausten had worn when she'd advanced on his frightened pies wielding pumice stones, nail clippers, and various oils. That was with good reason as the Mad Scientist, L'Arachel wore that same smile now as she sat in the stands and looked upon him being menaced by the Wooly Bully that she had created. She sat back down and returned to playing with the helpless feet of the caged raven hanging above her. She had to get back in some Pedi-practice of course!
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The flock tightened the circle around Cormag and started closing in as he got back to his feet. Cormag's mind raced with any ideas he could come up with to escape and eventually settled on quite possibly the worst one. He tried to grab one of the sheep by the fluff and move it forcefully. His hands however sunk into the strange and itchy wool. He felt small and bony hands seize his wrists and pull them in even deeper as he struggled. The next thing he knew he was feeling string being secured around each of his fingers to pull them back and render his hands helpless. Soon long and rough tongues were dragging along the man's helpless palms while he stomped and howled. Small and prickly spurs were rolled up and down his helpless fingers as his eyes watered.
The straw that broke the camel's back however was the feeling of thick and luscious lips peppering his wrists with sloppy kisses. Somehow the very saliva left behind itched almost as bad as the horrid wool his hands were sunk in. The damnable stuff was stuffed in between each of his spuriously tortured digits and it itched so badly. He was fighting an animalistic urge to slam his face in and try to bite at them just to get some relief. He danced from foot to foot and tried to pull away to no avail only to miss the monster's next move.
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A pair of strong hands emerging from the wool went totally unnoticed and once again seized him by the ankles. They pulled them right out from under him and made Cormag fall hard on his rear. With bulging eyes, Cormag saw the twisted hands of gremlins emerge from the wool, wielding cotton swabs like brushes. He bit his lip as they began using them to gently tease the wrinkles in his wide soles that developed from the effort he was putting forth to try and wriggle free of this thing's grasp. They placed them between his stubby toes and began twirling them with reckless abandon as the poor Lanceman went wild. Each crank of the dainty little sticks was like they were turning up the volume on Cormag's breathy laughter and the crowd was loving it. The mad tickle lords and their various pets and victims clapped and cheered except one.
Lyon stood up suddenly and snapped his fingers. Instantly all the various tickles upon Cormag's hands and feet stopped. He had no idea where the heads on these sheep were but he knew for a fact they were watching their master intently. The prince made a sweeping gesture and Cormag was released from his itchy prison. He collapsed to the ground, wheezing and still giggling despite as Lyon looked over the crowd. He gestured and the sheep shrank back but still kept Cormag encircled. Cormag looked up through teary red eyes at Lyon and saw his chance. He took off running towards where his former liege was seated. He lept as high as he could and could only hope it was enough to clear not only the monsters but also to try and scramble his way out of the arena.
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He came up just short and slammed chest first into the edge but he was just high up enough to startle Lyon and force him to take a step back. Cormag's eyes narrowed at the sight of one of the mages bare feet poking out from beneath his robes and he sprung into action. He seized the pale foot with one hand and had the demon by the toe even as he fell back. Lyon's eyes lightened as he was dragged down with Cormag for a second and as the soldier's mind raced with images of him bending the mage backward and running his fingers along his soles until the lavender-haired softie was begging him to let come with him back to Askr. However, a quick-footed little dastard by the name of Julius was quick to catch Lyon and pull him back. Cormag fell back feet first into the sheepish monstrosity below him, his eyes bulging as he sank into its wool up to his waist. Lyon meanwhile howled in rage dissolving into nerdy giggles as Julius pinched and stroked his ears with his devilishly long red nails.
The taller mage thrashed and kicked in Julius's lap as the devilish little sorcerer used a lock of his own hair to tease the inside of his ear. Cormag couldn't pay that any mind though as right now he was feeling nothing but that damnable itchy wool surging all along his legs. It was working its way beneath the cuffs of his pants and forcing its way up, splitting his trousers open as it went and making the blonde howl as it scrubbed up his skin. It reached the crotch of his pants and tore it away to allow his golden fuzzed balls and cock to join the fluffy hell that his legs were in. Through it, all Cormag had the sense to keep his arms above his head, lest he go back to the hands on tickling he'd narrowly escaped earlier.
Tongues of all shapes and sizes lapped along the back of his knees as he twisted and squirmed. His thighs were squeezed by hands, raked with guitar picks, and stroked with brushes. His toes were forced open with that same string that had victimized his fingers earlier. However, to Cormag's wailing displeasure this time they weren't still. The fluffy string was flossed back and forth between his toes as he shook and his deep laughter boomed. Monstrous fingers danced along his soles and pinched his wrinkles as he threw his head side to side and refused to give in.
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"AHAH'LL KIHIILL YOU" both he and Lyon stammered out as they shook in ticklish agony. Julius had pulled the taller mage up and was now running a finger along his squishy belly under his robes. The dark lord in Lyon fumed as once again his host was reduced to a weeping tickle baby. Not that he disliked that of course. Cormag however was saying it louder as gnarled, green fingers ran up and down his sides, trying to make him wiggle more. The other "sheep" in the flock were pressing closer and as a result, the mound of wool holding Cormag was growing larger and larger. It was raising him higher and higher as he howled and sank little by little into it because of his wiggling.
Before Cormag knew it he was sunk up to his belly button in it and begging for mercy. He looked down and a mouth protrudes from the wool. He tried to stop it using his elbows to avoid getting further stuck but ultimately was helpless as it pressed against his navel and began exploring the divot with its tongue. That was the final straw for him, Cormag began beating his fists at where he thought its mouth was in absolute red-faced desperation. Predictably he just ended up stuck even more as the wool raised itself to his shoulders. What felt like rotating brushes, plumed with even more wool were shoved up into his armpits as he shook and begged for mercy.
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The flock pressed closer and closer until now there was just one massive bleating serpent made of wool hoisting Cormag up. It shook him back and forth but stiffened as this Doctor L'Arachel stood up and gestured. Lyon couldn't you see as Julius had gotten down to the lavender-haired demon lord's toes. He was counting them while cackling at the threats of Fomortiis's and begging of Lyon's. He was totally unaware as both the sinister Grima and the berserk Fallen Corrin snuck up on him from behind.
L'Arachel beckoned with a finger and the great wooly monsters sloshed over towards its master. She gestured for it to move closer and it obliged. Reaching a hand toward the mass of wool it opened at her touch and exposed Cormag's poor itchy and abused tootsies to her. They dripped with drool and still flexed nervously at the phantom tickle sensations that had ravaged them. She particularly smiled at various colored lipstick marks all along his soles and toes.
"Ahhh are you liking my monster? I always thought you'd be more handsome if you smiled and I'm glad that my sheep are confirming that."
"Dahahamn you! Wahahke up and hehehelp me I cahahn't take muhuch more!"
"Awww poor ticklish baby. Master Lyon was supposed to be catching me a certain redheaded lab rat for my monsters to teeth on but I must say you'll do quite nicely with a sweet laugh like that! As for waking up? Why don't you! These tickles in the world are the most liberating thing and I'm happy to submit myself to them for eternity! I honestly can't wait for you to do the same!"
"YOHOHIR IHNSANE! THIS IS AHAHLL PEHERVEHHERSE!"
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"Why yes! That's the fun part cutie!"
She scrabbled her glover fingers all along Cormag's trapped and tanned 12's, tracing the outline of every wrinkle and lipstick mark while enjoying the reddening of his face.
Eventually though she tired and he was pulled back into the wool up to his neck now. All new avenues of his body were opened up to wild tortures due to this. His pecs were fluffed and massaged by hands that could have belonged to a roughly fingered blacksmith. Long and sticky tongues curled around his toes like they were sweaty worms. Spurs were rolled up and down between each and every one of his ribs while he howled.
His head stuck out of the pile of pulsating wool like a blonde-haired cherry atop a squirming sundae but with a wave of her hand, the whole devilish dessert surged once more. It shrank down as she sat on the lip of the arena and unzipped one of her lab boots. She tossed it over her shoulder and wiggled the toes of her stockinged foot. All Cormag could do was laugh as dozens of different torments surged beneath the wool. His balls were fluffed with the damn itchy wool, his navel had what felt like a toothbrush inside it, and his soles and heels were being pumiced to bits in an all too familiar pedicure from hell.
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"Poor boy, do you maybe want it to stop? Is it too much for the brave warrior that used to tell me to be more serious on the battlefield?"
Every one of his abdominal muscles was receiving alternating chaste kisses in a way that was driving him mad. The worst is that in no way did it feel like a human was doing it.
"I could perhaps make my monster stop you know. It's very loyal to its mama. Would my poor new tickle baby like that?"
Cormag nodded but accidentally sank his chin into the wool. It was quickly assaulted and dusted with different feathers that he had no way of knowing belonged to all three bird laguz tribes. That in addition to the fact that now his fingers were having their tips pressed to what felt like spinning roller brush that's devilish softness had him seeing stars, was enough to have him agree to whatever she wanted. L'Arachel pressed her foot atop Cormag's blonde head and ran his bristly hair through her delicate toes, giggling at the tickly sensation.
"Lord Lyon is rather preoccupied so I don't think anyone would object to me taking over."
She gestured over to Julius who's shirt and socks had been ripped away. The maddened Corrin and Robin had both taken a foot from the diminutive redhead each with Corrin biting each of his small toes and Grima simply stroking his long nails down the short soles. What was really driving the Loptoun vessel mad was Lyon kneeling atop his arms and raking his nails up and down the man's sides. He twisted and tried to wriggle free as the lavender-haired sadist bent down and pressed his lips to the emperor's belly once more. The redhead's narrow frame contorted under the three as he wheezed and begged for mercy.
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"All you have to do is give my footsie a big kiss, Cormy! Well, that and agree to be my new handsome lab rat. Those two girls I have at the moment are no good. Just total space cadets!"
Cormag wasn't listening to the lunatic's bubbly taunts. Instead, he was focusing on what felt like teeth gliding up and down his tight ass-cheeks. Tentacles wiggled in his armpits as he howled and tried to swear. L'Arachel could only laugh at the ridiculous sight of the man trying to scowl from inside the forest of peacock feathers that were blooming out of her creation to tickle his ears and cheeks.
"Poor boy. Just pucker up and the good doctor will whisk you away. Why we can have a few Ephraim's join you for good measure. It's the least you can do for me since you made so Ewan couldn't be my happy little test subject."
L'Arachel placed her foot right on Cormag's face as he squirmed and thrashed. Down in the wool, his cock was tingling from the fluffy and horribly itchy handy he'd been given and was already forgetting as dainty fingers danced on his wilting cock and refused to let it rest. Despite how hard he wanted to not be hard, it was still slowly rising.
"C'mon Mr. Ticklish. Just pucker up and it can all be over. Mmm, I bet your real itchy, too. Oh, you must wanna scratch all ooooover huh?"
It felt as if the backs of Cormag's knees were being scrubbed with more damnable wool while the caps of the ticklish things were being pinched and prodded. Rough hands squeezed and kneaded his pecs, while dainty ones skittered up and down his thighs. Cormag's lips pursed as small hands pried open his toes and began teasing inside the canyons with more wool.
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"Just one smooch and we can get you a nice outfit like King Surtr's footman. Oh, I do wish your hair was prettier like his but you're cute in your way I suppose."
She placed a finger on her chin in a thoughtful position as she looked over her trapped airman. His hair was quite managed despite it all and his scar did add a kind of rugged cuteness to his fierce countenance. His personality was what made the poor boy howling before her as tongues assaulted his calves so sweet, however. So involved in her pondering was she that she paid no mind to the two Muspellian's sneaking up behind her.
"Come now. Is it really so bad for just one kiss? Why I'm starting to get self-conscious!"
Cormag's nipple was currently being sawed upon by feathers from both directions to trap the little pink dials in between them so he was barely conscious himself. He finally pressed his lips to her foot and closed his eyes. He just couldn't take it anymore, he'd do anything to make it stop even momentarily.
However just as L'Arachel let out her cry of triumph she was seized from behind by a certain sword princess while her father hopped down into the pit. Laevateinn began squeezing and kneading the Mad Scientists tum while she bucked and giggled in her arms while Surtr simply reached elbow deep into the wool as if it was nothing and grabbed Cormag by the ankle.
"What a pathetic show. We can't see anything! What's the point of tickling a worm into subservience if we can't see anything?"
The gruff redhead of a king pulled Cormag out by the ankle until his ass and legs were bared to the air. A side effect though was that Cormag's head was pulled down so that now he was half stuck in the wooly mass that had been teasing him so. It wasted no time in jamming brushes and more goddamned wool right up his nose and delighting in how he couldn't scratch the itches or prevent the tickles. It seemed jealous how personal he had gotten with its master's foot. As a result, somehow it had produced similar feet in its wooly wonderland and was running them along his face currently.
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Surtr cackled as he teased his rough fingers up and down Cormag's ass cheeks, delighting in the way it made him kick his legs and shake. Meanwhile, his daughter easily kept the taller woman she was tickling still while setting her on her lap.
"My father is right. Lord Lyon did order that we all watch this show but as you said earlier he's a bit busy now. As such I think it's only fair that you present us a chance for some audience participation."
L'Arachel howled and thrashed as Cormag did the same in both ticklish sympathies and because of how the woolen hell had stuffed a pair of toothbrushes into his mouth. He'd never known that the roof of one's mouth could even be ticklish ut here he was not only learning that but also with his ankles in a headlock by King Surtr. The massive pervert of a tyrant was slowly lowering his great bristly beard down towards Cormag's helpless soles. He scraped it up and down the helpless pies as the wyvern rider's legs went rigid from the shock of this new move. Cormag's cock had already twitched back not just to life but also to leaking pre-cum once more as L'Arachel's preplanned line of "IIIIT'S ALIIIIIVE!!" went to waste due to Laevateinn's two fingers currently exploring her navel.
Cormag wanted to stuff his fists in his mouth and bite down but both parts of him were currently occupied. His fingers were now the recipients of woolen flossing just as his toes were earlier. Meanwhile, a third toothbrush had been added to brush his helpless tongue while the other two got the roof of his mouth as well. He coughed and sputtered his barking laughter as wave after wave of disembodied pairs of lips pressed to his abs and blew soggy raspberries. The wyvern rider's eyes were beginning to cross as another gremlin hand emerged from the wool to stroke a singular raven feather up and down his ticklish asshole just to add a cherry to his ravishment.
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Meanwhile, the mad doctor was going wild as she tried to writhe out of Laevateinn's grip.
"Mmm, all this playing around you've done at being a mad scientist while I've had my eye on you. I think you'd look real nice in my room while my maid's give you a dusting."
The swordsmistress shot a look back at her twin followers. Altena and Minerva both blushed in their frilly servant's dresses and tried to hide their big feet under each other to mask their discomfort. Whenever Mistress Laevateinn didn't get her way it was the two of them who got it. She'd force the two to lay on her bed and be quiet as she wrote whatever was bothering her across her diaries which is what she called the two's big wrinkly soles. She'd been eager to get ahold of the mad doctor for a while as she'd been eyeing the little tum that all that Halloween candy had given her. However, she'd been told by her darling big sister that she had to let the eccentric woman work. She was worth more as a creator of tickle monsters than just another ticklish piece of furniture in the Princesses room, regardless of how much she wanted to have the ridiculous woman with her hand's chains above her so that she could do nothing as Laevateinn used her talented toes to poke, prod and play with her paunch.
Her father however was much less interested in what he'd been told. The mad King of Muspel had wanted Cormag's pretty feet since he'd first seen the handcuffed man being marched through the halls sans his boots. He'd wanted the blonde tied down to his bed and helpless as the king's rough fingers explored every nook and cranny of them. He'd wanted to make this proud knight beg to sit in his lap if only to just get some air. He'd been planning to make a tightly wrapped trio out of his favorite footman, Michalis, and his saucy Niles. He'd put the three together and tease them all till they howled. He dreamed of it as he squeezed Cormag's rear and stuffed a rough finger in to tease the man's taint.
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Cormag's eyes rolled back into his head at the feeling of Surtr's teasing and from how his pecs were receiving a woolen scrub down inside his prison. He tried to move his hands from where they were suspended with the spinning pinwheels teasing their palms but could barely breathe let alone fight. His cock released a hot load into the wool from stimulation alone and he went limp. He could only whimper around the toothbrushes destroying the inside of his mouth with bristly tickles as he felt the wool close around his poor wilting member.
Surtr pulling on his ankles was the only thing keeping the poor tanned flier from being fully pulled back into a woolen mound that now wanted to just make him cum, and cum until he couldn't anymore. Not that Surtr's intention was much purer but he couldn't hear the massive man growling about how he planned to tie him upside down and tickle his cock and feet until he painted his own face. His hips bucked as Surtr got between his legs and kept him as if pushing a wheelbarrow while wiggling his hipbones back and forth. Cormag's throat was almost as scratchy and rough as the wool, to the point where his eyes were beginning to cross as his vision faded.
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He was released when a red mess tumbled out of the stands and fell right atop the wooly mammoth that had been ravishing Cormag. It released him and set to pulling the short man in deeper. While Cormag came sliding out with a wet pop right into Surtr's arms the sheep monster did its best to get Julius to start bleating. Lyon adjusted his robes after having punted the short opportunist down to it before looking at the sticky and shaking Cormag hungrily.
"So did somebody learn who's in control here?"
Cormag nodded furiously while shaking at the feeling of Surtr's thick finger tracing his spine. He let out a rather humiliating mewl at the feeling of the King pinching his rear but it meant nothing to him. The proud knight was gone, still in the woolen hell no doubt. Now there was a shivering tickle pet sitting here in Surtr's arms and wincing when Lyon pointed at him. That wreck of a man nodded eagerly at Lyon's words. A tinge of red erupted in his cheeks when he realized how debasing all of this was and it didn't go unnoticed by Surtr. He smiled at how not only would he get fun from this one but later he could send him off to the baths as well.
The ticklish shrieks of Julius drowned out any chance of conversation the group might have. The little emperor was currently having the canyons between his toes scrubbed with wool and would say he wasn't enjoying it but couldn't through his shrill laughter. The many different hands of all the woolen monsters pressed together like this was having a grand time kneading, squishing, and scratching all along the redhead's squishy tum and inside his deep navel. The worst part for him however was how his red-furred cock was being used to sate the monster's newfound thirst. When he finally came and it found him to taste him even better than Cormag, it planned a whole night for the host of Loptous.
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Surtr threw the blonde over his shoulder and gave his rear a clap hard enough to make the man wince. He trapped Cormag's kicking feet under one arm and began picking at the man's toes. The wyvern rider didn't even have enough energy left to raise his hands, instead, they just hung like useless pieces of meat on either side of his head as he giggled and attempted to beg.
"Mehehercy! Pleeheease noho mohohore! It's tohoo muhuhch! A breheha-GAHAHA, a breheehe-AH NO, a breeheeak pleeeahse" he whimpered as Surtr turned and carried him from the room with Lyon following. The trio exited the room just as Laevateinn began indulging L'Arachel's earlier request to "kiss her foot" but with a fervor that had the greenette begging. Cormag could pay her own laughter mixing with Julius' no mind though as Lyon had produced a sturdy hawk feather and was playing it down the exhausted man's nose.
"Dear Surtr, don't you see? Our friend is exhausted! Why perhaps he'd like a nice, relaxing bath to chase the sleep from his eyes?"
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Cormag's eyes shot open as Surtr threw open the doors to the bath chambers. If he'd thought the laughter was loud in the last room in here it was deafening. There were tubs of all kinds each occupied by a different hero who'd captured and taken here. Each had its own unique scrubbing making them go wild. He saw young Prince Siegbert in a tub blushing and splashing as a hand made of water kept his right arm above his head so another could run a soapy loofah up and down his reddened armpit. He saw the fearful mage Boey sputtering and pulling at the cuffs on his forearms as some unseen cleaning regimen was performed on his feet which were obscured in a cloud of soapy bubbles.
They passed a large sunken tub containing the armored knight Forsyth who was pounding the ground with his fist hard enough to leave cracks as phantom hands gave his ass and crotch a deep and frothy soaping with what looked to be fluffy towels.
They passed row after row of tubs where other tickle pets were being scrubbed wild but resisted considerably less. Michalis and Narcian were in each other's arms as the hands pried open their legs and gave the two's powerful thighs a strong scrubbing. Conrad struggled in a set of headstocks as a set of hands gave the inside of his mouth a powerful brushing. Navarre had been completely mummified below the neck in wet towels so as to be helpless as his long and beautiful hair was shampooed and treated, however, the outlines of things crawling around beneath his bindings explained the swordsmen's deep-voiced snickers. Soren kicked and swore as the hands chased him around with the intent to wash his ticklish crotch until he smiled wide.
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Surtr stopped before a massive sunken tub in the center of the room. He pulled Cormag over and held him in a princess carry before it to give his exhausted little shepherd a better look. The water frothed and roiled in the tub and Cormag could see dozens of shapes flitting about beneath the waves, however, they moved much too fast for him to identify anything. He looked over and saw two figures sitting in the tub with their heads thrown back in uproarious laughter.
"Those two are our latest catches, Quite easily as well. Just a bit of misinformation about their chosen masters falling into a trap and they were easily gobbled up after they marched into our trap."
Setsuna and Effie both shrieked in maddened laughter as the tub took care of them in intensely personal ways. The blue-haired Hoshidan archer was bound tight in the ropes that she'd gotten tangled in. Now she was helpless as the hands soaped up her ticklish thighs and stomach while she begged for mercy. Her hair was a messy pool that she was hiding her head in while her small size 6 feet were scrubbed and dried, soaped and rinsed, rubbed, and dubbed over and over by countless hands coming from the soapy depths. Her legs quivered and her body thrashed as best she could but her bonds held her tight.
Effie simply sat in the soapy hell, unlike her Hoshidan counterpart the Nohrian had thought she could muscle through this. Now though she was in a similar situation as Cormag where she simply didn't have the strength to resist. She sat in the bath helpless as the hands ran up and down her sides, along her thighs, and into her armpits. Worst of all for her though was a pair of children's water floaties that had been secured around her ankles. They kept her big size 16 feet floating just above the water where all could watch as the hands ran pumice stones, feathers, rags, and toothbrushes could destroy every single wrinkle on the desperate woman's soles. She could only wheeze and beg as it happened, long ago having wasted any energy she had left to try and escape. Cormag was so mesmerized by the sight that he didn't notice Lyon signaling to Surtr.
Until the mad king threw him in as well. Scrub a dub, dub.
