Lake Superior
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
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"STAHAHAP! I WON'T AHAHASK YOU AGAHAIN HECTOHOHOR!"
The blue-haired man smiled as he continued to dance his fingers over the long sole of his friend that he had in a headlock.
"Then just stop asking Eli old friend. Sounds like you'll need the breath for other things. Cootchie, cootchie!"
A pair of fingers walked up Eliwood's sole and kept the long-legged redhead thrashing. He kicked Hector hard in the back but that only served to make his free foot sore now.
"Thihihis isn't fair Hehehctor! We ahahgreed on no holds!"
"Oh yes like I'm going to be able to catch you on those pretty legs of yours? We agreed on no holds but never said anything about no lies. I learned that little trick from Matthew."
"You grehehat snake!"
"Great at this? Oho, you finally noticed old friend!"
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Eliwood wound up another kick but let out a yelp as his ankle was caught and his size 16's were traded for each other. The sore foot was then treated to a deep and caring massage making the Lord melt backward into the bed as he struggled to be mad at his friend.
"Ahhhh Hector...you dastard...I'm not just..oooh...going to get you for this you know?...AHH Careful, careful! Matthew too!"
"I believe Matthew can handle himself. You may be fast but he's very good at hiding."
Hector was so invested in helping his friend relieve the pain in that one big foot he'd taken that he hadn't noticed the other one sneaking behind him until it drilled a toe into his thick neck. The mischievous bruiser yelped at that and let his agile friend slip away. Big mistake. In seconds Eliwood was on Hector's back sliding his nails along the undersides of his friend's shoulder blades.
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"Okahahahay, okahahay! Truce freheheheind! Pleeeheease a truhuhce!"
"Oh? You have me at your mercy and you were all for this tickle war, Hector but now that your on the backpedal it's a truce? I'm afraid I must decline my big tickly bear."
"Dohohon't call mehehee that! Bahahahaha!"
"Oh yes, you do get kind of bear-ish when you get called that don't you? I see you smiling right now though so I guess you kind of like it. How em-bearassing for you!"
Eliwood leaned in so that he could slip his fingers up into Hector's pits. They burrowed into the blue fur up there and Eliwood had to stifle a giggle himself as he wasn't entirely convinced his friend didn't keep these hairs so bristly as a defense mechanism. Not much of one though as Hector fell back into his childhood friend's lap to try and shake him off or at least beg for the pubs to stop.
A poor move though as this just let Eli reel his muscular catch in easier. Hector tried to clamp his arms down but just trapped his friend's long fingers in his pits which they hadn't been planning to leave anytime soon. To make matters worse Hector felt a soft touch on his thigh and looked down to see one of Eli's feet stroking down it. He tried to reach one hand down there to grab that boat for leverage but it was pulled away as Eliwood stuck his tongue out and chuckled.
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"You always did fail tactics class. Such an obvious trap."
Eli's fingers went for the kill and Hector howled as they dug into his pecs. He tried to shake him off but knew that his friend was rather frail so all he really managed was a kind of limp wiggle as the Lycian's fingers twiddled one of his nipples. He squeezed and kneaded Hector's chesticles as his friend grew red in the face. Finally, when the Ostian begged for a reprieve so that he could breathe he relented. He gave his friends muscled stomach a reassuring rub and leaned over him.
"Now I'm open to discussing a truce."
"Fie on you Eliwood! You're the greatest evil I've ever faced. Should you come to Ostia with me then I'd have no need for adungeon with that kind of skill. Just let me lay here for a while and don't move. I need to...rest."
"How long will you be? I feel as if I'm forgetting something and whatever it is, it's nagging me."
"Like your nagging me? Goodness, some friend. Ravages me then tells me to hurry up and get over it. If your so very busy Eliwood then just go. I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself."
"Hector you act as if you're my wife....I simply feel as if I'm forgetting something."
"Oh but you are a friend. To keep your guard up!"
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Eliwood had his wrists suddenly grabbed by each of his friend's big hands and pulled together. Hector suddenly produced a rope from who knows where and bound Eliwood of Pherae's hands together right over his own tight stomach. He then made a smaller loop and used it to tie back the redhead's thumbs and both index fingers so as to leave Eliwood's palms open as his hands were bound to Hector's stomach facing out.
Eliwood squirmed but Hector quickly took his friend's face and guided it into his neck. He gave Eliwood a show as he floated a mischievous finger over towards those helpless hands of his. Eliwood shook his head and mouthed "No! Please!" but this only earned his hair a ruffling and his head a scritch from his friend. Hector's finger was but an inch from his palm as the blue monster taunted him.
"Now I forget Eliwood are hands ticklish? More importantly! Are your hands ticklish? You know what, don't answer. I was always more the type to respond to a demonstration. Having failed tactics class and all."
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The finger drilled into Eliwood's palm and the Lord shrieked in laughter. He planted one foot on either side of Hector and tried to pull himself free but a quick pair of hands tickled the tops of his gunboats until they slid right out from under him. In record time his ankles were bound to Hector's meaty thighs with bowstrings until he was just a twitching backpack for the big man.
The green-haired woman who'd done it wiped her forehead and smiled at her handiwork. Hector was happy as a clam himself until she skittered her nails all along his big feet next.
"LYHINDIS STAHAHP SAME TEAM! WE'RE HEHEHERE TO CHEER ELI UP!"
"Yes, Hector we are but nothing cheers him up more than you laughing along with him. You two are friends after all. I don't see it but it's what you keep telling me."
"Lyn! When did you even get here?! Please! Let me go! I feel as if I'm forgetting something quite important!"
"Eliwood you always worry so much. I'm sorry but your smile is a treasure and Hector and I had this all planned out. A solid day of nothing but smiling for you. You need it Eliwood of Pherae, desperately."
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She began wiggling each of Eliwood's toes back and forth as she knelt between Hector's legs and took a seat on the bed. The Marquess of Ostia to-be eyed Lyn's bared thighs but instead chose to begin on Eliwood's knees. He squeezed the caps of both and felt the cargo bound to his back give a good old giggly, jiggly, wiggle.
"LEHEHET MEHEHEE GOHOO! BOHOTH OF YOU STAHAHAP! THERE WAHAHAS SOHOHMETHING I NEEHEEDED TO DOHOHO!"
"Old friend if it was so important then why are you having so much trouble remembering it? You're just worrying yourself over nothing as you always do. We're going to keep that handsome smile of yours here permanently today. Whatever little task you keep mumbling about can be left to others or Roy can remind you later. Lyndis? If you would clean between his piggies now? Here use this bowstring."
"AHAHAHA LYHYHNDIS NO! DOHOHON'T FLOHOSSS MY TOHESIES! WAIT?! WHOHO? ROHOY?! SOHOMETHING'S WROHONG WITH YOU TWHWHO!!"
"Eliwood's laugh is so nice, Hector! Why how some noble lady didn't just have him swept off these big feet and mounted in a wall or stuffed in a dress is a mystery. Why if it weren't for you and Ninian, I'd probably carry him off to Caelin right now!"
"GAHAHA! WHOHO!?! NINIAHAHN? AHAHAHA IT TIHIHCKLES! HEHEHCTOR MEHEHERCY! NOT MY KNEHEHE'S!"
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"Hah! My friend Eliwood as some kind of soft-footed trophy for ballgown wearing tea partier is quite the thought. Even though he can't quite beat me in a spar though I don't quite think we need to worry about him as a damsel yet though Lyn. Your motherly instincts are running away with you again."
"Hmmph don't be so sure Hector. It's happened to more than a few Sacaen's. Rath himself told me about his first year in exile. When he first arrived at the city nobody wanted to hire a Sacaen Mercenary. The noblewomen though were falling over themselves to hire him as a "footman" they called it. He took the job and they applied so many oils and creams to his poor feet that he couldn't stand without smiling and giggling. If he tried to run they'd bring their laughing boy back easily by following his chuckles to find where he ws hiding. All they need is to get Eliwood in a chair and they'll have him however they want him. These long soles of his give them plenty of room to experiment."
"I suppose you are right. You know Eli, your feet have always fascinated me. When we were little and you first slipped them out of your boots I was blown away by how big and weird they looked. My god, it was like you had flippers! Lyndis look!"
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Hector grasped both of his hands around Eliwood's feet and showed how they only covered up to the man's arch. Lyn couldn't resist playing up along the ball of Eli's foot just because of how adorably his short toes were wiggling. Still, her motherly instincts kicked in.
"Hector! Don't tease your friend like that! He's probably sensitive about these! Why one time I teased Sain about how small his feet were and he didn't talk to me for a week! You two are friends and you shouldn't mock Eli's bug stompers!"
"Oh do calm down. We've known each other since we were children. Eliwood's not going to ruin a friendship over me calling him the duck-footed prince...again. Come on Eli give me a quack! Quack or these will really get it!"
"QUAHAHACK! I HAHAHTE YOU HEEHECTOR! DAHAHAMN YOU! QUAHAHACK!
"Hector we're here to make Eliwood smile with fun tickles!"
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To illustrate her point Lyn walked her finger's right up the race tracks that had been mentioned making Eliwood squawk even as Hector gave his head a scritch to try and reassure the squealing warrior. Eliwood was drifting in and out of listening to his friends talking about him as if they weren't the clearest danger to him right now. He was doing his best to try and make sense of his jumbled head through the fuzz of his tickle torture.
His neck was killing him for some reason and he was barely listening as Hector began proposing taking his ticklish new knapsack with him and asking everyone in the army for pointers on how to survive as somebody so cripplingly ticklish. The thing that Eliwood hoped the most for was that Hector wouldn't notice the serpent twisting into the small of his back from all this attention to its owner's slutty legs.
Eliwood's cock was aching and he was thankful his hands were bound to stop him from just grabbing it and allowing himself to release all over like an animal. Face almost as red as his hair, Eliwood panted and whimpered into Hector's ear for mercy but was largely ignored and had to bite his tongue to keep from asking for at least relief. A finger under his chin brought his face up to look at Lyn just in time for him to get a noseful of a feather duster and his cock to explode like it was being pumped by his own hand. He howled and tried to pull away, only for Lyn to chase him with it and keep it tickling all along his snuffling nose and hot cheeks. She leaned in over Hector to do so and the big man turned his head away with a blush.
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"After all this work Eliwood, you go and make an expression like that? What have we been talking about this whole time? YOU NEED TO KEEP SMILING! Some kind of Marquess you are when you can't even listen to your friends."
"AHAHAHA WHAHAT?! I'M NAHAHAT THE MAHARQUESS MY FAHAHATHER-GAHAHA! WHAT AHAM I FOHOHRGETTING?!"
"Eliwood my friend your forgetting to smile. Here let Lyndis show you! Cootchie-cootchie Lynnie!"
"What?! Ahaha Hehehctor you fieehend! We're suhuhpossed to be tickling Eheheli!!"
"Yes but you shoving that tummy of yours in my face Lyndis can only go without an answer for so long. Besides nothing gets our ticklish Wood here smiling like his friends happy faces!"
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Despite her sides currently being explored by Ostian muscle Lyn's eyes still glinted with deviousness. She reached down and trailed her fingers along Hector's back until she got ahold of Eli's trousers. She pulled them open just a tiny bit and inserted that damn feather duster. Just the feeling of those feathers on his wilted and spent had Eliwood mewling through his attempts to beg Lynnie for mercy but with a smile, she started spinning that hellish torture device to get that Ticklish Wood mentioned earlier.
Eliwood went into convulsions as soon those feathers were slick and sticky thus tickling his already sensitive post-orgasm self even more. His entire body went limp over Hector's shoulder as he just lay there and soaked up the tickles. All except Lord Eliwood's hands. Eliwood's hands busied themselves digging and ripping with their free fingers until finally, they'd torn their way through Hector's tunic. With the last of his strength, Eli dug his thumbs into Hector's now exposed navel and began scratching at the big man's deep button.
Hector's entire body shook as he went limp with laughter and fell back. He continued tickling Lyn, who continued tickling Eli, who continued tickling Hector. They'd essentially made a hysterical tickle triangle that left them all in a helpless pile. So it was when an unseen force grabbed the ankles of all three and pulled them forward they could do nothing but continue to tickle each other into tears.
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Eliwood's loooong 16's, Hector's stout 14's and Lyn's graceful 12's were all finessed until they were stacked atop each other in descending order of size Lynnie's digging her bubbly toes into Eli's arches while Hector ran his chubby toes all along the tops of Eliwood's defensively curled digits.
Eliwood howled into Hector's short and ticklish neck and dug his thumbs deeper into his friend's ticklish button in retaliation. This got Hector barking as he started squeezing Lyn's ribs and leaned forward to blow a big a blue raspberry on the taut Sacaen tum. Lyn shook like a snake on hot sand and twirled that feather duster down Eli's trousers even faster but now in addition reached a free hand up into the lordling's defenseless pit.
The three thrashed in their self inflicted pile but really started howling when feathers were introduced to all three pairs of feet by the same unseen force. They stuffed themselves between each and every one of the thirty toes. They all tried to curl but that served only to trap the feathers in there, where they were happy to twirl. Their soles weren't left unattended as more feathers decided to join and either fluff the ticklish skin with their plumes, sketch along them with their shafts, or yield to what felt like tentacles. Soon Eliwood felt his friends sag against him slumped in ticklish defeat. His own tear-filled eyes were fluttering to join them but still, his mind tried to remember whatever it was that was nagging him...wait who was even tickling him and his friends? The dark room was suddenly illuminated by a great staring golden eye that simply watched as Eliwood slipped out of consciousness.
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Eliwood opened his eyes with a gasp. It was pitch black but he still couldn't shake the feeling of claustrophobia. He felt around until he found the walls around him. He seemed to be in a container of some kind. The sloped lid suggested a chest. He tried pushing on it and found it shut solidly of course. Who just left chests unlocked? He did discover that some kind of light cloth was wrapped around his wrists. He felt like he could easily snap it but for some reason the idea of breaking it made him feel sad. He tried to remember why but couldn't. He had an image of him riding out that just suddenly felt like it slipped away.
Instead, he was urged suddenly to lash out with his leg and kick at the lid of the chest like a child throwing a fit. It almost felt like he'd been forced to do it especially because of what happened. The wood splintered under the force of the leggy lord's attack but held still on his booted foot. He tried to pull his exposed foot back but found that only made him even more securely stuck. His face reddened at both the stupid mistake and the embarrassing situation he found himself in now.
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Suddenly he was struck by the feeling that something was watching him and that it was big. His toes scrunched in fear as Eliwood tried to pull his leg back into the safety of the chest. Instead, however, something big and sharp slid through the sole of his boot like it was butter. What felt like a massive claw scraped the top of Eliwood's socked foot and cut through the cloth before retreating and cutting away the sole of the boot. It fell back to pinch not just the shoe sole but also the cut sock and yank both away in a clean motion. Eliwood's foot was left trapped in a boot without a sole jutting out like an offering to whatever was currently preparing him like a meal.
He tried desperately to pull it back still and was starting to whimper rather unbecomingly as he did so. He felt droplets of something warm sprinkled all along his ample sole and stopped to puzzle at the sensation. The claws returned however and jolted him right back to fear at the contact. The icy cold feeling of them had Eliwood feel like an electrical current had just run from the dragon's claws through his leg.
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He stopped, how did he know it was a dragon? How did he get here? Wasn't he just with his friends? That wasn't how he remembered today beginning. Why was his rear sore as if he'd been in the saddle for too long? Eliwood's mind felt jumbled and he couldn't sort it out. The feeling of the claws changing into incredibly soft hands and gently massaging that strange liquid into his sensitive soles though shoved his confusion away.
The gentle fingers skated along his soles like they were a blushy, flushed, and begging to be brushed ice-skating rink. Eliwood moaned loud enough that his whole wooden sarcophagus shook with the sound of the lord's pleasure. The gentle hands worked their way up his foot making sure that the warm oil got into every nook and cranny of his long foot and even rubbing it into the sides of the big helpless thing.
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When they arrived at the toes they found them clearly conflicted between opening themselves wide for loving treatment by a familiar touch and staying curled in fear at the strange circumstances they found themselves in. The gentle hands slid a finger gently up the side of the poor Mr. Bigfoot until they reached the tiniest little baby toe. They teased and rubbed all around the little fella until he finally opened up and let the gentle hands take him.
They pampered the widdle toe and massaged the oil into its stem and pad so expertly that the other of Eliwood's four little knights were open wide when their time came. Despite every thought in his head screaming for him, not to his other leg lashed out at the lid of the chest to try and stick itself out for similar loving but the wood held fast and said one customer at a time.
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Eliwood's struggles had evaporated and now he felt it was taking a conscious effort to not simply melt at the hands of whoever was out there. The owner of the hands finished up on Eli's big toe and laid a hard smack into his sole as if to announce their completion. He could feel the air outside change as something happened. Suddenly a rough snout was digging into his soft and lotioned foot.
Despite the size of the beast all that it blew was frigid air from its nostrils. A great forked tongue emerged and began sliding itself all along the trapped foot. Eliwood struggled and twitched at the feeling but eventually, he realized all he could do at the attention was giggle and blush in his trophy case. The beast's great tongue wound between his toes and Eliwood felt his cock hardening. He was sweating as he tried to resist the overwhelming urge to clasp his bound hands around his meaty sword and polish it. Despite that though he spilled seed all down his leg without a single touch.
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The beast stopped suddenly and he heard a voice out there. He put his ear to the lid of the chest and listened intently barely able to make out a small voice.
"...playing with your collection again? Sister, it's a beautiful day there's more to be done then just pampering your handsome knight. All this treasure and all you wish to do is torment a silly young man."
"He's my favorite treasure, Nils."
"Hmmph I just don't understand you Ninian."
Those names made Eliwood pause. He knew them from somewhere. One seemed very important. If only Hector was here, he never forgot names. Eliwood paused at that thought and tried to remember who Hector was.
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"You said you'd watch me play my flute today sister, or did you forget while enjoying your treat? I even practiced my prancing just for this performance and you just ignored me. It's enough to make your little brother...*sniff*"
"Nils I would never. You always do love to put on a show so. Please I beg you, show your sister what you've practiced."
"Okay! I'll even work your boyfriend in! Won't need these!"
Eliwood was puzzled until he felt something collide with the chest he was trapped in followed immediately by another one. Had Nils just whipped his shoes at him?
"Just in case lover boy's asleep in there. Hup-hup!"
The chest shook and creaked and Eliwood now knew that the sassier voice he'd heard now stood atop the chest. He heard the drumming of small toes upon the chest before a pair of small feet pranced over until they now stood on the meaty pedestal of Eli's trapped tootsie.
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The small form started rocking side to side as the tweety melody of a wood-wind flute reached Eliwood's ears and made him smile. He tried to remember where he'd heard this before and why it made him feel full of energy but when the small flutist started pirouetting and prancing right upon his foot he went back to laughing. The sneaks little toes purposely dug into Eliwood's meaty arch and chased him whenever he tried to turn his foot away. The boy on the other side of the chest weighed what felt like nothing to Eli so his jumping about didn't hurt at all but Eliwood had never felt more humiliated in his life.
He tried to curl his toes and found that made the performance pause. Suddenly though he felt a fluffy feather pressed up into his toes and blocked in by a length of wood. The music resumed as the skilled little ice dragon used expert control of the feather to curl and open Eli's toesies to cover and open the holes of his flute and make this a duet. He heard clapping and happy feminine laughter outside that made him feel quite happy but quickly lost it in the din of his own mad laughter.
"NAHAA MORE ON MAH BIHIHIG FEEHEETSIES PWEEHETTY PWEEHEHEASE” Eliwood begged not knowing if his humiliation could even be heard by his captors out there. The snickering fit that flute boy broke out into led him to believe that at least that one very well could hear him though.
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The little fellow actually fell off the chest laughing and Eliwood could again hear that musical feminine laughter that made him feel so good.
"Niini! You're laughing at me!"
"Noho I'm not Nils! It was just...funny!"
"Hmmph. I guess your good at making him laugh and I'm good at making you laugh. Well, watch! Alley-HUH?"
That Nils had attempted to jump atop the chest but found one leg went right through the wood. He'd landed right on his belly. Eliwood however was now entertaining a guest in his new home. One skinny chicken leg that had not too long ago been prancing on his ticklish foot like it was the grandest stage.
In a swift motion, he turned the cloth bindings on his wrists and quickly scooped up the little size 6 foot. He trapped it right between his hands and dug his thumbs right in. The dragon boy on the other side immediately burst into belly laughter as Eliwood skittered ten little wyrmslayers all along the light little foot. He beat his small little fists on the lid and tried to pull himself free but Eliwood wiggling each of his toes in revenge for earlier sapped him of all his strength.
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"Guess I'm good at making you laugh," he said to himself. The future Lord of Pherae actually held the dragon's foot and brought his own free leg to bare so that his big toe could trace shapes in the canvas. For someone that size, the lad was sporting quite big feet he thought to himself.
"NOHOOO NIHIHINNI! HEHEHELP MEEEHEE!!"
"Isn't this part of the show Nils? I'm very entertained."
Eliwood pried open the middle and second toes of the foot, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips to the small space. Nils almost jumped out of his skin as Eliwood blew an almost surgically aimed raspberry right into the spot.
"BAHAHAHA! NAHAHA MOHOHORE ON MY WIHIHDLE FEEHEETSIES PWEHEHTTY PWEEHEASE!"
"Nils you're over 3000 years old. Act your age. This is what you get for choosing to still use a body that size."
"I LIHIHIKE BEEHING CUHUUTE!! HAHAHOHO NOOOHO NOT THE HEEHEEL! EHEHEEVIL! NINHIHI! YOUR BOHOHYFRIEND IS EHEEHEVIL!"
"You know? This isn't that bad a treasure either Nils. What if I just leave you like that? That way every time I come back to look our treasure hoard, I'll see a ruby cheeked little devil getting his just desserts!"
"SISISTER PLEEHEEASE!"
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Nils was pulled from Eliwood's grip suddenly and his world lit up as the lid of the chest was thrown open. He squinted at the brightness as the most beautiful woman he'd ever had a child with leered down at him. Before he could puzzle over what he'd just thought she leaped into the chest atop him and immediately dug her fingers into his sides. He howled and tried to shake her off but had nowhere to go since he was pinned under her and still stuck in the chest.
"Naughty, naughty knight! Playing with little noisy Nils when a lady needed your help! Lord Eliwood's smiling face is the greatest piece of treasure I've got and I just love it. Cootchie, cootchie coo mister ticklish!"
Eliwood howled as the devilish woman squeezed his hips, scratched at his sides, and even nuzzled her icy nose into his ribbies. His long legs kicked and flailed until they were seized. Nils flashed him an evil smile before jumping into the chest and folding Eliwood's legs so that he had both big feet to himself. He wasted zero time licking away at the big ticklish feet and even gagging the poor man by jamming his own little wiggly toes into his mouth. The proud knight could only laugh into his muffle as he tried to warn both of his captors about the slowly closing lid of the chest.
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He pleaded for them to look up but all that came out was-
"MMMPPHH! LMMPH UMMHP! CHMMMPP!" which they paid no attention to. If this chest which didn't open from the inside closed then now not only would poor ticklish Eli be trapped but it would be with two tickle crazed dragon siblings for an eternity. He tried to pull his feet free and kick at the lid but that just made Nils start biting at his thick toes.
The lid slooowly blocked out the light from Eliwood's world until only the beam of where his foot had been shined down on his tear-streaked face stuffed and gagged. He heard the click of the lock just as a pair of hands found his ticklish cock and began skittering nails along its head. Eliwood didn't even have the energy to beg any more as suddenly a great glowing golden eye filled that hole and peered down at him as he came explosively.
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He woke with a start and panicked. His fingers scrambled about for purchase as he tried to pull himself free. The lid was open now so at least he had some light. Eliwood froze mid-thought and puzzled over what lid he had just remembered. He was stuck and had been as long as he remembered but there was no "lid" that he could remember. He was stuck halfway through this wall with his upper-body protruding into a room of pure white and his legs free back in whatever was behind him.
He tried to remember how this had happened to him but everything in his head was jumbled and didn't add up. He'd been trapped in a chest? No that didn't make sense he was with Hector and Lyn in bed. Wait no that wasn't how the day had begun. The sensation of something fluffy attacking the underside his nose made him shake his head and a memory came back. He'd been riding his steed into battle when some kind of creature that had feathers had attacked him. Or wait did it? Wait did what?
The sensation got worse and Eliwood covered his ticklish red nose with his hands to protect it even though he was alone in the room. His memories were all out of order but he remembered the creature. It had wrapped its tentacles around him and his horse..gods it tickled.
He'd drawn his sword to stab it in its giant eye and-god what was tickling his nose?! It's great golden eye-
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Eliwood's memories disappeared in a haze again as his whole body was jolted by the force of an unexpected orgasm. The cold hands around his cock wiped what had gotten on them on his ass-cheeks and Eliwood heard his Ninian giggling.
"My, my where has my Lord Eliwood's mind gone? I've been calling his name so much and now I can only get his attention by playing with his little soldier? Is this married life?"
Ninian? What was she doing back there? Eliwood hadn't heard from anyone-then he noticed them. In the split-second, he'd closed his eyes as his mind had melted three figures had appeared in the room with him. He recognized their golden eyes and jet-black hair. These were people that had been tormenting him in here for days.
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"Eliwood what a ridiculous position you've found yourself in here! I can't honestly think of a way you could do this without having wanted to old friend!"
Now Hector was back there? Eliwood wanted to call for help from his friend but the three morphs descended on him. The woman held his chin and glid a feather down his neck while the man dug his nails in under the lord's pectorals. The third one who's beauty enchanted Eliwood simply watched him with a raised eyebrow. He knew these three. They were his real friends. They'd all been friends for years. Sonia was his wife, Ephidel his childhood friend and Limstella an ally who he'd met on their quest to protect the realm.
Wait then who were those people back there? The one who he knew was named Hector was digging his fingers into the small of Eliwood's back and teasing him about how his long legs and silly feet looked ridiculous on this side. He tried to whisper for Ephidel to help him but only received a cruel nail tickling the inside of his ear.
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"Eliwood of Pherae is Hector bullying you again? If you want help just ask and I'll make him stop! Nothing? Do you like this then?"
"Lyndis why would somebody put themselves in a wall like this and write " Tickle Me" right across their backside like this if it wasn't what they wanted!"
"Yes, Lady Lyndis! Lord Eliwood loves being tickled! He would look for any excuse to give Roy a good giggling and would love when I'd step in to pay him back for my baby! Get his feet!"
Eliwood's eyes bulged at the last part but right as he attempted to ask his real friends to save his ticklish back-end from the strangers, he was silenced. Limstella pushed the cloth deeper between his lips and then glid a finger down his Eli's nose. Eliwood's head hurt, was he married to Limstella? Had he misremembered?
On the other side, Lyndis took one of Eliwood's feet under her arm and began prying open the long toes to tickle between them. She cooed at them like he was a child she was soothing and for some reason Eliwood loved it. The Morph's fiddled with Eliwood's hands and some strange devices as he tried to sort out memories that didn't seem real.
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Him and Hector defeating Sonia in a temple filled with water came to mind and that seemed real even though Eliwood had another image of Sonia binding him to her throne and tickling his titties while Hector tried to stop her. Wait but then did he not like that? Lyndis and Hector now each took a foot and began dueling games of This Little Piggy while his Ninian squeezed his thighs. An image floated into his head of him, Lyndis and Hector stating down a dragon but for some reason he wanted instead to simply lay in Ephidel's arms and have his nipples flicked while he giggled.
Eliwood had a memory of helping Limstella save his grandfather from somebody and then the two of celebrating but-wait no. That was a woman. What was her name? Lyn! He'd done that with Lyn! Lyn was his friend! It all started coming back to Eliwood just as the Morph's cleared away from his hands. They'd used ribbons to tie little stones between his fingers and along the joints. Eliwood watched with a sinking feeling in his stomach as they glowed unnaturally and began vibrating against his skin. He sputtered at the new addition to his tickly torment and begged through hysterical laughter for Hector and Lyn to save him.
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Sonia got on her knee's and began gliding fingers along Eli's ticklish chest as he tried to desperately shake his hands and throw those evil rocks off of him. Limstella stuck a slick tongue into his ear and swirled it to make the Lord see stars as he was wracked with breathy chuckles. Ephidel slipped behind him and began to pay his blazing pink nipples' attention. Eliwood couldn't even muster the strength to call for help from his friends who were still playfully tickling along his backside.
Ninian and Lyn were skating fingers up and down his smooth backside and twirling the short red hairs between his legs. Hector had sat down and taken both of Eliwood's feet into his lap by crossing them at the ankle. He was taking the deep breaths that only a blowhard like him could and blasting Eli's helpless pies with raspberries strong enough to make the paladin's knee's knock.
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Eliwood's cock dribbled out another cum but he couldn't even feel it. All Eliwood could do was mewl for mercy from this pack of tickle monsters that had him. His mind was trying to tell him that none of this made any sense through the tickles. The Morph's weren't in this world! Hector, Lyn, and Ninian would never leave him like this without helping! If they couldn't hear him in the other room why could he hear them?
A memory finally pierced through the tickle-maddened fog. Eliwood donning his armor and riding out with the Askran forces to do battle. They'd won! He'd chased...someone...an ally? No! Loki! That woman Loki! She'd led the enemy force and fallen back when they broke. Eliwood had chased her and something had come out of the bushes!
It had one great golden eye and had been covered in tentacles. It had wrapped them around his legs and horse and then-
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Eliwood had been so focused that he hadn't noticed the world around him. They'd all stopped! Everyone was frozen and as Eliwood watched they and the world around them just fell away. The wall vanished suddenly and Eliwood was falling into endless black. Finally, slimy tentacles rose up to catch him.
Before Eliwood could do anything they'd wrapped around him and forced his hands to his sides and his ankles together. A set of hands appeared and began scratching up and down his helpless soles as Eliwood shook his head from side to side and tried to wriggle free.
However more came instead! The tentacles pried open his toes, fingers, and asscheeks and began stroking in between them! More attacked his face to tickle his burning cheeks and tease his ears. Too many to count were trying to fit into his little button and tickle the sensitive nerves in his navel. Eliwood shrieked for mercy as his cock which had been left alone sprayed like a hose. He watched as a pair of gloved hands collected the semen and massaged it into his feet. For some reason that made them itchy! Eliwood was going wild as he begged for mercy and promised all kinds of things in exchange for just a moment's respite.
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"Hnnrhh...hehe...no...hehe...uhh...no...hnnrghh..."
Lord Eliwood of Pherae made strange noises and moans just as he had yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before when he'd been baited off the battlefield. The creature that had wrapped itself around him and his steed was deceptively simple. It was simply one giant eye. Sprouting from it's most notable feature was several dozen tentacles which it had wrapped not only around Lord Eliwood when it attacked but that it also used to take the reins of his steed.
Despite the young man's struggles, it had forced him eventually to look deeply into it's swirling golden eye and then trapped him in layer upon layer of his secret fantasies as he couldn't tear himself away from the swirling colors. The Mogallis as it was called had no control of what Eliwood saw. All it wanted to do was feed off the occasional bursts of semen from Eliwood's cock which the lord had been stroking non-stop since it had so graciously decided to lead the horse.
It had kept Eliwood nice and happy for the three-day journey the two had gone on, leaving behind a trail of clothes that Eliwood no longer needed as they'd ridden together. Now though they were in sight of their destination. Castle Muspel loomed on the Horizon as once again Eliwood forgot what he had remembered and started back in his friend Hector's lap and his fantasies began at the beginning once more.
"stahahap...I wohon't ask you agahain hehector..." he mumbled as white dribbled out from between his knuckles.
The blue-haired man smiled as he continued to dance his fingers over the long sole of his friend that he had in a headlock.
"Then just stop asking Eli old friend. Sounds like you'll need the breath for other things. Cootchie, cootchie!"
A pair of fingers walked up Eliwood's sole and kept the long-legged redhead thrashing. He kicked Hector hard in the back but that only served to make his free foot sore now.
"Thihihis isn't fair Hehehctor! We ahahgreed on no holds!"
"Oh yes like I'm going to be able to catch you on those pretty legs of yours? We agreed on no holds but never said anything about no lies. I learned that little trick from Matthew."
"You grehehat snake!"
"Great at this? Oho, you finally noticed old friend!"
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Eliwood wound up another kick but let out a yelp as his ankle was caught and his size 16's were traded for each other. The sore foot was then treated to a deep and caring massage making the Lord melt backward into the bed as he struggled to be mad at his friend.
"Ahhhh Hector...you dastard...I'm not just..oooh...going to get you for this you know?...AHH Careful, careful! Matthew too!"
"I believe Matthew can handle himself. You may be fast but he's very good at hiding."
Hector was so invested in helping his friend relieve the pain in that one big foot he'd taken that he hadn't noticed the other one sneaking behind him until it drilled a toe into his thick neck. The mischievous bruiser yelped at that and let his agile friend slip away. Big mistake. In seconds Eliwood was on Hector's back sliding his nails along the undersides of his friend's shoulder blades.
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"Okahahahay, okahahay! Truce freheheheind! Pleeeheease a truhuhce!"
"Oh? You have me at your mercy and you were all for this tickle war, Hector but now that your on the backpedal it's a truce? I'm afraid I must decline my big tickly bear."
"Dohohon't call mehehee that! Bahahahaha!"
"Oh yes, you do get kind of bear-ish when you get called that don't you? I see you smiling right now though so I guess you kind of like it. How em-bearassing for you!"
Eliwood leaned in so that he could slip his fingers up into Hector's pits. They burrowed into the blue fur up there and Eliwood had to stifle a giggle himself as he wasn't entirely convinced his friend didn't keep these hairs so bristly as a defense mechanism. Not much of one though as Hector fell back into his childhood friend's lap to try and shake him off or at least beg for the pubs to stop.
A poor move though as this just let Eli reel his muscular catch in easier. Hector tried to clamp his arms down but just trapped his friend's long fingers in his pits which they hadn't been planning to leave anytime soon. To make matters worse Hector felt a soft touch on his thigh and looked down to see one of Eli's feet stroking down it. He tried to reach one hand down there to grab that boat for leverage but it was pulled away as Eliwood stuck his tongue out and chuckled.
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"You always did fail tactics class. Such an obvious trap."
Eli's fingers went for the kill and Hector howled as they dug into his pecs. He tried to shake him off but knew that his friend was rather frail so all he really managed was a kind of limp wiggle as the Lycian's fingers twiddled one of his nipples. He squeezed and kneaded Hector's chesticles as his friend grew red in the face. Finally, when the Ostian begged for a reprieve so that he could breathe he relented. He gave his friends muscled stomach a reassuring rub and leaned over him.
"Now I'm open to discussing a truce."
"Fie on you Eliwood! You're the greatest evil I've ever faced. Should you come to Ostia with me then I'd have no need for adungeon with that kind of skill. Just let me lay here for a while and don't move. I need to...rest."
"How long will you be? I feel as if I'm forgetting something and whatever it is, it's nagging me."
"Like your nagging me? Goodness, some friend. Ravages me then tells me to hurry up and get over it. If your so very busy Eliwood then just go. I'm a big boy and I can take care of myself."
"Hector you act as if you're my wife....I simply feel as if I'm forgetting something."
"Oh but you are a friend. To keep your guard up!"
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Eliwood had his wrists suddenly grabbed by each of his friend's big hands and pulled together. Hector suddenly produced a rope from who knows where and bound Eliwood of Pherae's hands together right over his own tight stomach. He then made a smaller loop and used it to tie back the redhead's thumbs and both index fingers so as to leave Eliwood's palms open as his hands were bound to Hector's stomach facing out.
Eliwood squirmed but Hector quickly took his friend's face and guided it into his neck. He gave Eliwood a show as he floated a mischievous finger over towards those helpless hands of his. Eliwood shook his head and mouthed "No! Please!" but this only earned his hair a ruffling and his head a scritch from his friend. Hector's finger was but an inch from his palm as the blue monster taunted him.
"Now I forget Eliwood are hands ticklish? More importantly! Are your hands ticklish? You know what, don't answer. I was always more the type to respond to a demonstration. Having failed tactics class and all."
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The finger drilled into Eliwood's palm and the Lord shrieked in laughter. He planted one foot on either side of Hector and tried to pull himself free but a quick pair of hands tickled the tops of his gunboats until they slid right out from under him. In record time his ankles were bound to Hector's meaty thighs with bowstrings until he was just a twitching backpack for the big man.
The green-haired woman who'd done it wiped her forehead and smiled at her handiwork. Hector was happy as a clam himself until she skittered her nails all along his big feet next.
"LYHINDIS STAHAHP SAME TEAM! WE'RE HEHEHERE TO CHEER ELI UP!"
"Yes, Hector we are but nothing cheers him up more than you laughing along with him. You two are friends after all. I don't see it but it's what you keep telling me."
"Lyn! When did you even get here?! Please! Let me go! I feel as if I'm forgetting something quite important!"
"Eliwood you always worry so much. I'm sorry but your smile is a treasure and Hector and I had this all planned out. A solid day of nothing but smiling for you. You need it Eliwood of Pherae, desperately."
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She began wiggling each of Eliwood's toes back and forth as she knelt between Hector's legs and took a seat on the bed. The Marquess of Ostia to-be eyed Lyn's bared thighs but instead chose to begin on Eliwood's knees. He squeezed the caps of both and felt the cargo bound to his back give a good old giggly, jiggly, wiggle.
"LEHEHET MEHEHEE GOHOO! BOHOTH OF YOU STAHAHAP! THERE WAHAHAS SOHOHMETHING I NEEHEEDED TO DOHOHO!"
"Old friend if it was so important then why are you having so much trouble remembering it? You're just worrying yourself over nothing as you always do. We're going to keep that handsome smile of yours here permanently today. Whatever little task you keep mumbling about can be left to others or Roy can remind you later. Lyndis? If you would clean between his piggies now? Here use this bowstring."
"AHAHAHA LYHYHNDIS NO! DOHOHON'T FLOHOSSS MY TOHESIES! WAIT?! WHOHO? ROHOY?! SOHOMETHING'S WROHONG WITH YOU TWHWHO!!"
"Eliwood's laugh is so nice, Hector! Why how some noble lady didn't just have him swept off these big feet and mounted in a wall or stuffed in a dress is a mystery. Why if it weren't for you and Ninian, I'd probably carry him off to Caelin right now!"
"GAHAHA! WHOHO!?! NINIAHAHN? AHAHAHA IT TIHIHCKLES! HEHEHCTOR MEHEHERCY! NOT MY KNEHEHE'S!"
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"Hah! My friend Eliwood as some kind of soft-footed trophy for ballgown wearing tea partier is quite the thought. Even though he can't quite beat me in a spar though I don't quite think we need to worry about him as a damsel yet though Lyn. Your motherly instincts are running away with you again."
"Hmmph don't be so sure Hector. It's happened to more than a few Sacaen's. Rath himself told me about his first year in exile. When he first arrived at the city nobody wanted to hire a Sacaen Mercenary. The noblewomen though were falling over themselves to hire him as a "footman" they called it. He took the job and they applied so many oils and creams to his poor feet that he couldn't stand without smiling and giggling. If he tried to run they'd bring their laughing boy back easily by following his chuckles to find where he ws hiding. All they need is to get Eliwood in a chair and they'll have him however they want him. These long soles of his give them plenty of room to experiment."
"I suppose you are right. You know Eli, your feet have always fascinated me. When we were little and you first slipped them out of your boots I was blown away by how big and weird they looked. My god, it was like you had flippers! Lyndis look!"
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Hector grasped both of his hands around Eliwood's feet and showed how they only covered up to the man's arch. Lyn couldn't resist playing up along the ball of Eli's foot just because of how adorably his short toes were wiggling. Still, her motherly instincts kicked in.
"Hector! Don't tease your friend like that! He's probably sensitive about these! Why one time I teased Sain about how small his feet were and he didn't talk to me for a week! You two are friends and you shouldn't mock Eli's bug stompers!"
"Oh do calm down. We've known each other since we were children. Eliwood's not going to ruin a friendship over me calling him the duck-footed prince...again. Come on Eli give me a quack! Quack or these will really get it!"
"QUAHAHACK! I HAHAHTE YOU HEEHECTOR! DAHAHAMN YOU! QUAHAHACK!
"Hector we're here to make Eliwood smile with fun tickles!"
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To illustrate her point Lyn walked her finger's right up the race tracks that had been mentioned making Eliwood squawk even as Hector gave his head a scritch to try and reassure the squealing warrior. Eliwood was drifting in and out of listening to his friends talking about him as if they weren't the clearest danger to him right now. He was doing his best to try and make sense of his jumbled head through the fuzz of his tickle torture.
His neck was killing him for some reason and he was barely listening as Hector began proposing taking his ticklish new knapsack with him and asking everyone in the army for pointers on how to survive as somebody so cripplingly ticklish. The thing that Eliwood hoped the most for was that Hector wouldn't notice the serpent twisting into the small of his back from all this attention to its owner's slutty legs.
Eliwood's cock was aching and he was thankful his hands were bound to stop him from just grabbing it and allowing himself to release all over like an animal. Face almost as red as his hair, Eliwood panted and whimpered into Hector's ear for mercy but was largely ignored and had to bite his tongue to keep from asking for at least relief. A finger under his chin brought his face up to look at Lyn just in time for him to get a noseful of a feather duster and his cock to explode like it was being pumped by his own hand. He howled and tried to pull away, only for Lyn to chase him with it and keep it tickling all along his snuffling nose and hot cheeks. She leaned in over Hector to do so and the big man turned his head away with a blush.
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"After all this work Eliwood, you go and make an expression like that? What have we been talking about this whole time? YOU NEED TO KEEP SMILING! Some kind of Marquess you are when you can't even listen to your friends."
"AHAHAHA WHAHAT?! I'M NAHAHAT THE MAHARQUESS MY FAHAHATHER-GAHAHA! WHAT AHAM I FOHOHRGETTING?!"
"Eliwood my friend your forgetting to smile. Here let Lyndis show you! Cootchie-cootchie Lynnie!"
"What?! Ahaha Hehehctor you fieehend! We're suhuhpossed to be tickling Eheheli!!"
"Yes but you shoving that tummy of yours in my face Lyndis can only go without an answer for so long. Besides nothing gets our ticklish Wood here smiling like his friends happy faces!"
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Despite her sides currently being explored by Ostian muscle Lyn's eyes still glinted with deviousness. She reached down and trailed her fingers along Hector's back until she got ahold of Eli's trousers. She pulled them open just a tiny bit and inserted that damn feather duster. Just the feeling of those feathers on his wilted and spent had Eliwood mewling through his attempts to beg Lynnie for mercy but with a smile, she started spinning that hellish torture device to get that Ticklish Wood mentioned earlier.
Eliwood went into convulsions as soon those feathers were slick and sticky thus tickling his already sensitive post-orgasm self even more. His entire body went limp over Hector's shoulder as he just lay there and soaked up the tickles. All except Lord Eliwood's hands. Eliwood's hands busied themselves digging and ripping with their free fingers until finally, they'd torn their way through Hector's tunic. With the last of his strength, Eli dug his thumbs into Hector's now exposed navel and began scratching at the big man's deep button.
Hector's entire body shook as he went limp with laughter and fell back. He continued tickling Lyn, who continued tickling Eli, who continued tickling Hector. They'd essentially made a hysterical tickle triangle that left them all in a helpless pile. So it was when an unseen force grabbed the ankles of all three and pulled them forward they could do nothing but continue to tickle each other into tears.
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Eliwood's loooong 16's, Hector's stout 14's and Lyn's graceful 12's were all finessed until they were stacked atop each other in descending order of size Lynnie's digging her bubbly toes into Eli's arches while Hector ran his chubby toes all along the tops of Eliwood's defensively curled digits.
Eliwood howled into Hector's short and ticklish neck and dug his thumbs deeper into his friend's ticklish button in retaliation. This got Hector barking as he started squeezing Lyn's ribs and leaned forward to blow a big a blue raspberry on the taut Sacaen tum. Lyn shook like a snake on hot sand and twirled that feather duster down Eli's trousers even faster but now in addition reached a free hand up into the lordling's defenseless pit.
The three thrashed in their self inflicted pile but really started howling when feathers were introduced to all three pairs of feet by the same unseen force. They stuffed themselves between each and every one of the thirty toes. They all tried to curl but that served only to trap the feathers in there, where they were happy to twirl. Their soles weren't left unattended as more feathers decided to join and either fluff the ticklish skin with their plumes, sketch along them with their shafts, or yield to what felt like tentacles. Soon Eliwood felt his friends sag against him slumped in ticklish defeat. His own tear-filled eyes were fluttering to join them but still, his mind tried to remember whatever it was that was nagging him...wait who was even tickling him and his friends? The dark room was suddenly illuminated by a great staring golden eye that simply watched as Eliwood slipped out of consciousness.
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Eliwood opened his eyes with a gasp. It was pitch black but he still couldn't shake the feeling of claustrophobia. He felt around until he found the walls around him. He seemed to be in a container of some kind. The sloped lid suggested a chest. He tried pushing on it and found it shut solidly of course. Who just left chests unlocked? He did discover that some kind of light cloth was wrapped around his wrists. He felt like he could easily snap it but for some reason the idea of breaking it made him feel sad. He tried to remember why but couldn't. He had an image of him riding out that just suddenly felt like it slipped away.
Instead, he was urged suddenly to lash out with his leg and kick at the lid of the chest like a child throwing a fit. It almost felt like he'd been forced to do it especially because of what happened. The wood splintered under the force of the leggy lord's attack but held still on his booted foot. He tried to pull his exposed foot back but found that only made him even more securely stuck. His face reddened at both the stupid mistake and the embarrassing situation he found himself in now.
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Suddenly he was struck by the feeling that something was watching him and that it was big. His toes scrunched in fear as Eliwood tried to pull his leg back into the safety of the chest. Instead, however, something big and sharp slid through the sole of his boot like it was butter. What felt like a massive claw scraped the top of Eliwood's socked foot and cut through the cloth before retreating and cutting away the sole of the boot. It fell back to pinch not just the shoe sole but also the cut sock and yank both away in a clean motion. Eliwood's foot was left trapped in a boot without a sole jutting out like an offering to whatever was currently preparing him like a meal.
He tried desperately to pull it back still and was starting to whimper rather unbecomingly as he did so. He felt droplets of something warm sprinkled all along his ample sole and stopped to puzzle at the sensation. The claws returned however and jolted him right back to fear at the contact. The icy cold feeling of them had Eliwood feel like an electrical current had just run from the dragon's claws through his leg.
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He stopped, how did he know it was a dragon? How did he get here? Wasn't he just with his friends? That wasn't how he remembered today beginning. Why was his rear sore as if he'd been in the saddle for too long? Eliwood's mind felt jumbled and he couldn't sort it out. The feeling of the claws changing into incredibly soft hands and gently massaging that strange liquid into his sensitive soles though shoved his confusion away.
The gentle fingers skated along his soles like they were a blushy, flushed, and begging to be brushed ice-skating rink. Eliwood moaned loud enough that his whole wooden sarcophagus shook with the sound of the lord's pleasure. The gentle hands worked their way up his foot making sure that the warm oil got into every nook and cranny of his long foot and even rubbing it into the sides of the big helpless thing.
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When they arrived at the toes they found them clearly conflicted between opening themselves wide for loving treatment by a familiar touch and staying curled in fear at the strange circumstances they found themselves in. The gentle hands slid a finger gently up the side of the poor Mr. Bigfoot until they reached the tiniest little baby toe. They teased and rubbed all around the little fella until he finally opened up and let the gentle hands take him.
They pampered the widdle toe and massaged the oil into its stem and pad so expertly that the other of Eliwood's four little knights were open wide when their time came. Despite every thought in his head screaming for him, not to his other leg lashed out at the lid of the chest to try and stick itself out for similar loving but the wood held fast and said one customer at a time.
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Eliwood's struggles had evaporated and now he felt it was taking a conscious effort to not simply melt at the hands of whoever was out there. The owner of the hands finished up on Eli's big toe and laid a hard smack into his sole as if to announce their completion. He could feel the air outside change as something happened. Suddenly a rough snout was digging into his soft and lotioned foot.
Despite the size of the beast all that it blew was frigid air from its nostrils. A great forked tongue emerged and began sliding itself all along the trapped foot. Eliwood struggled and twitched at the feeling but eventually, he realized all he could do at the attention was giggle and blush in his trophy case. The beast's great tongue wound between his toes and Eliwood felt his cock hardening. He was sweating as he tried to resist the overwhelming urge to clasp his bound hands around his meaty sword and polish it. Despite that though he spilled seed all down his leg without a single touch.
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The beast stopped suddenly and he heard a voice out there. He put his ear to the lid of the chest and listened intently barely able to make out a small voice.
"...playing with your collection again? Sister, it's a beautiful day there's more to be done then just pampering your handsome knight. All this treasure and all you wish to do is torment a silly young man."
"He's my favorite treasure, Nils."
"Hmmph I just don't understand you Ninian."
Those names made Eliwood pause. He knew them from somewhere. One seemed very important. If only Hector was here, he never forgot names. Eliwood paused at that thought and tried to remember who Hector was.
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"You said you'd watch me play my flute today sister, or did you forget while enjoying your treat? I even practiced my prancing just for this performance and you just ignored me. It's enough to make your little brother...*sniff*"
"Nils I would never. You always do love to put on a show so. Please I beg you, show your sister what you've practiced."
"Okay! I'll even work your boyfriend in! Won't need these!"
Eliwood was puzzled until he felt something collide with the chest he was trapped in followed immediately by another one. Had Nils just whipped his shoes at him?
"Just in case lover boy's asleep in there. Hup-hup!"
The chest shook and creaked and Eliwood now knew that the sassier voice he'd heard now stood atop the chest. He heard the drumming of small toes upon the chest before a pair of small feet pranced over until they now stood on the meaty pedestal of Eli's trapped tootsie.
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The small form started rocking side to side as the tweety melody of a wood-wind flute reached Eliwood's ears and made him smile. He tried to remember where he'd heard this before and why it made him feel full of energy but when the small flutist started pirouetting and prancing right upon his foot he went back to laughing. The sneaks little toes purposely dug into Eliwood's meaty arch and chased him whenever he tried to turn his foot away. The boy on the other side of the chest weighed what felt like nothing to Eli so his jumping about didn't hurt at all but Eliwood had never felt more humiliated in his life.
He tried to curl his toes and found that made the performance pause. Suddenly though he felt a fluffy feather pressed up into his toes and blocked in by a length of wood. The music resumed as the skilled little ice dragon used expert control of the feather to curl and open Eli's toesies to cover and open the holes of his flute and make this a duet. He heard clapping and happy feminine laughter outside that made him feel quite happy but quickly lost it in the din of his own mad laughter.
"NAHAA MORE ON MAH BIHIHIG FEEHEETSIES PWEEHETTY PWEEHEHEASE” Eliwood begged not knowing if his humiliation could even be heard by his captors out there. The snickering fit that flute boy broke out into led him to believe that at least that one very well could hear him though.
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The little fellow actually fell off the chest laughing and Eliwood could again hear that musical feminine laughter that made him feel so good.
"Niini! You're laughing at me!"
"Noho I'm not Nils! It was just...funny!"
"Hmmph. I guess your good at making him laugh and I'm good at making you laugh. Well, watch! Alley-HUH?"
That Nils had attempted to jump atop the chest but found one leg went right through the wood. He'd landed right on his belly. Eliwood however was now entertaining a guest in his new home. One skinny chicken leg that had not too long ago been prancing on his ticklish foot like it was the grandest stage.
In a swift motion, he turned the cloth bindings on his wrists and quickly scooped up the little size 6 foot. He trapped it right between his hands and dug his thumbs right in. The dragon boy on the other side immediately burst into belly laughter as Eliwood skittered ten little wyrmslayers all along the light little foot. He beat his small little fists on the lid and tried to pull himself free but Eliwood wiggling each of his toes in revenge for earlier sapped him of all his strength.
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"Guess I'm good at making you laugh," he said to himself. The future Lord of Pherae actually held the dragon's foot and brought his own free leg to bare so that his big toe could trace shapes in the canvas. For someone that size, the lad was sporting quite big feet he thought to himself.
"NOHOOO NIHIHINNI! HEHEHELP MEEEHEE!!"
"Isn't this part of the show Nils? I'm very entertained."
Eliwood pried open the middle and second toes of the foot, took a deep breath, and pressed his lips to the small space. Nils almost jumped out of his skin as Eliwood blew an almost surgically aimed raspberry right into the spot.
"BAHAHAHA! NAHAHA MOHOHORE ON MY WIHIHDLE FEEHEETSIES PWEHEHTTY PWEEHEASE!"
"Nils you're over 3000 years old. Act your age. This is what you get for choosing to still use a body that size."
"I LIHIHIKE BEEHING CUHUUTE!! HAHAHOHO NOOOHO NOT THE HEEHEEL! EHEHEEVIL! NINHIHI! YOUR BOHOHYFRIEND IS EHEEHEVIL!"
"You know? This isn't that bad a treasure either Nils. What if I just leave you like that? That way every time I come back to look our treasure hoard, I'll see a ruby cheeked little devil getting his just desserts!"
"SISISTER PLEEHEEASE!"
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Nils was pulled from Eliwood's grip suddenly and his world lit up as the lid of the chest was thrown open. He squinted at the brightness as the most beautiful woman he'd ever had a child with leered down at him. Before he could puzzle over what he'd just thought she leaped into the chest atop him and immediately dug her fingers into his sides. He howled and tried to shake her off but had nowhere to go since he was pinned under her and still stuck in the chest.
"Naughty, naughty knight! Playing with little noisy Nils when a lady needed your help! Lord Eliwood's smiling face is the greatest piece of treasure I've got and I just love it. Cootchie, cootchie coo mister ticklish!"
Eliwood howled as the devilish woman squeezed his hips, scratched at his sides, and even nuzzled her icy nose into his ribbies. His long legs kicked and flailed until they were seized. Nils flashed him an evil smile before jumping into the chest and folding Eliwood's legs so that he had both big feet to himself. He wasted zero time licking away at the big ticklish feet and even gagging the poor man by jamming his own little wiggly toes into his mouth. The proud knight could only laugh into his muffle as he tried to warn both of his captors about the slowly closing lid of the chest.
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He pleaded for them to look up but all that came out was-
"MMMPPHH! LMMPH UMMHP! CHMMMPP!" which they paid no attention to. If this chest which didn't open from the inside closed then now not only would poor ticklish Eli be trapped but it would be with two tickle crazed dragon siblings for an eternity. He tried to pull his feet free and kick at the lid but that just made Nils start biting at his thick toes.
The lid slooowly blocked out the light from Eliwood's world until only the beam of where his foot had been shined down on his tear-streaked face stuffed and gagged. He heard the click of the lock just as a pair of hands found his ticklish cock and began skittering nails along its head. Eliwood didn't even have the energy to beg any more as suddenly a great glowing golden eye filled that hole and peered down at him as he came explosively.
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He woke with a start and panicked. His fingers scrambled about for purchase as he tried to pull himself free. The lid was open now so at least he had some light. Eliwood froze mid-thought and puzzled over what lid he had just remembered. He was stuck and had been as long as he remembered but there was no "lid" that he could remember. He was stuck halfway through this wall with his upper-body protruding into a room of pure white and his legs free back in whatever was behind him.
He tried to remember how this had happened to him but everything in his head was jumbled and didn't add up. He'd been trapped in a chest? No that didn't make sense he was with Hector and Lyn in bed. Wait no that wasn't how the day had begun. The sensation of something fluffy attacking the underside his nose made him shake his head and a memory came back. He'd been riding his steed into battle when some kind of creature that had feathers had attacked him. Or wait did it? Wait did what?
The sensation got worse and Eliwood covered his ticklish red nose with his hands to protect it even though he was alone in the room. His memories were all out of order but he remembered the creature. It had wrapped its tentacles around him and his horse..gods it tickled.
He'd drawn his sword to stab it in its giant eye and-god what was tickling his nose?! It's great golden eye-
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Eliwood's memories disappeared in a haze again as his whole body was jolted by the force of an unexpected orgasm. The cold hands around his cock wiped what had gotten on them on his ass-cheeks and Eliwood heard his Ninian giggling.
"My, my where has my Lord Eliwood's mind gone? I've been calling his name so much and now I can only get his attention by playing with his little soldier? Is this married life?"
Ninian? What was she doing back there? Eliwood hadn't heard from anyone-then he noticed them. In the split-second, he'd closed his eyes as his mind had melted three figures had appeared in the room with him. He recognized their golden eyes and jet-black hair. These were people that had been tormenting him in here for days.
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"Eliwood what a ridiculous position you've found yourself in here! I can't honestly think of a way you could do this without having wanted to old friend!"
Now Hector was back there? Eliwood wanted to call for help from his friend but the three morphs descended on him. The woman held his chin and glid a feather down his neck while the man dug his nails in under the lord's pectorals. The third one who's beauty enchanted Eliwood simply watched him with a raised eyebrow. He knew these three. They were his real friends. They'd all been friends for years. Sonia was his wife, Ephidel his childhood friend and Limstella an ally who he'd met on their quest to protect the realm.
Wait then who were those people back there? The one who he knew was named Hector was digging his fingers into the small of Eliwood's back and teasing him about how his long legs and silly feet looked ridiculous on this side. He tried to whisper for Ephidel to help him but only received a cruel nail tickling the inside of his ear.
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"Eliwood of Pherae is Hector bullying you again? If you want help just ask and I'll make him stop! Nothing? Do you like this then?"
"Lyndis why would somebody put themselves in a wall like this and write " Tickle Me" right across their backside like this if it wasn't what they wanted!"
"Yes, Lady Lyndis! Lord Eliwood loves being tickled! He would look for any excuse to give Roy a good giggling and would love when I'd step in to pay him back for my baby! Get his feet!"
Eliwood's eyes bulged at the last part but right as he attempted to ask his real friends to save his ticklish back-end from the strangers, he was silenced. Limstella pushed the cloth deeper between his lips and then glid a finger down his Eli's nose. Eliwood's head hurt, was he married to Limstella? Had he misremembered?
On the other side, Lyndis took one of Eliwood's feet under her arm and began prying open the long toes to tickle between them. She cooed at them like he was a child she was soothing and for some reason Eliwood loved it. The Morph's fiddled with Eliwood's hands and some strange devices as he tried to sort out memories that didn't seem real.
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Him and Hector defeating Sonia in a temple filled with water came to mind and that seemed real even though Eliwood had another image of Sonia binding him to her throne and tickling his titties while Hector tried to stop her. Wait but then did he not like that? Lyndis and Hector now each took a foot and began dueling games of This Little Piggy while his Ninian squeezed his thighs. An image floated into his head of him, Lyndis and Hector stating down a dragon but for some reason he wanted instead to simply lay in Ephidel's arms and have his nipples flicked while he giggled.
Eliwood had a memory of helping Limstella save his grandfather from somebody and then the two of celebrating but-wait no. That was a woman. What was her name? Lyn! He'd done that with Lyn! Lyn was his friend! It all started coming back to Eliwood just as the Morph's cleared away from his hands. They'd used ribbons to tie little stones between his fingers and along the joints. Eliwood watched with a sinking feeling in his stomach as they glowed unnaturally and began vibrating against his skin. He sputtered at the new addition to his tickly torment and begged through hysterical laughter for Hector and Lyn to save him.
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Sonia got on her knee's and began gliding fingers along Eli's ticklish chest as he tried to desperately shake his hands and throw those evil rocks off of him. Limstella stuck a slick tongue into his ear and swirled it to make the Lord see stars as he was wracked with breathy chuckles. Ephidel slipped behind him and began to pay his blazing pink nipples' attention. Eliwood couldn't even muster the strength to call for help from his friends who were still playfully tickling along his backside.
Ninian and Lyn were skating fingers up and down his smooth backside and twirling the short red hairs between his legs. Hector had sat down and taken both of Eliwood's feet into his lap by crossing them at the ankle. He was taking the deep breaths that only a blowhard like him could and blasting Eli's helpless pies with raspberries strong enough to make the paladin's knee's knock.
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Eliwood's cock dribbled out another cum but he couldn't even feel it. All Eliwood could do was mewl for mercy from this pack of tickle monsters that had him. His mind was trying to tell him that none of this made any sense through the tickles. The Morph's weren't in this world! Hector, Lyn, and Ninian would never leave him like this without helping! If they couldn't hear him in the other room why could he hear them?
A memory finally pierced through the tickle-maddened fog. Eliwood donning his armor and riding out with the Askran forces to do battle. They'd won! He'd chased...someone...an ally? No! Loki! That woman Loki! She'd led the enemy force and fallen back when they broke. Eliwood had chased her and something had come out of the bushes!
It had one great golden eye and had been covered in tentacles. It had wrapped them around his legs and horse and then-
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Eliwood had been so focused that he hadn't noticed the world around him. They'd all stopped! Everyone was frozen and as Eliwood watched they and the world around them just fell away. The wall vanished suddenly and Eliwood was falling into endless black. Finally, slimy tentacles rose up to catch him.
Before Eliwood could do anything they'd wrapped around him and forced his hands to his sides and his ankles together. A set of hands appeared and began scratching up and down his helpless soles as Eliwood shook his head from side to side and tried to wriggle free.
However more came instead! The tentacles pried open his toes, fingers, and asscheeks and began stroking in between them! More attacked his face to tickle his burning cheeks and tease his ears. Too many to count were trying to fit into his little button and tickle the sensitive nerves in his navel. Eliwood shrieked for mercy as his cock which had been left alone sprayed like a hose. He watched as a pair of gloved hands collected the semen and massaged it into his feet. For some reason that made them itchy! Eliwood was going wild as he begged for mercy and promised all kinds of things in exchange for just a moment's respite.
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"Hnnrhh...hehe...no...hehe...uhh...no...hnnrghh..."
Lord Eliwood of Pherae made strange noises and moans just as he had yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before when he'd been baited off the battlefield. The creature that had wrapped itself around him and his steed was deceptively simple. It was simply one giant eye. Sprouting from it's most notable feature was several dozen tentacles which it had wrapped not only around Lord Eliwood when it attacked but that it also used to take the reins of his steed.
Despite the young man's struggles, it had forced him eventually to look deeply into it's swirling golden eye and then trapped him in layer upon layer of his secret fantasies as he couldn't tear himself away from the swirling colors. The Mogallis as it was called had no control of what Eliwood saw. All it wanted to do was feed off the occasional bursts of semen from Eliwood's cock which the lord had been stroking non-stop since it had so graciously decided to lead the horse.
It had kept Eliwood nice and happy for the three-day journey the two had gone on, leaving behind a trail of clothes that Eliwood no longer needed as they'd ridden together. Now though they were in sight of their destination. Castle Muspel loomed on the Horizon as once again Eliwood forgot what he had remembered and started back in his friend Hector's lap and his fantasies began at the beginning once more.
"stahahap...I wohon't ask you agahain hehector..." he mumbled as white dribbled out from between his knuckles.
