Hi everyone! This is my "real" second story. It is kinda short, but inspiration struck and I felt like I needed to write it. I hope you enjoy it and please leave feedback! I feel I really need it. Have a good read^^
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It was finally the end of the Champion Cup season. Despite having represented it for a couple of years, Galar had not yet adjusted to the new face representing Pokemon battles in the region, the young Darren, who managed to defeat the long lasting Leon after a hard fought match.
Nothing really showed that he was capable of the feat, not his past nor his looks. About the first… well, nobody really knew where he came from. It looked like he just appeared out of thin air. Obviously, journalists and fanatics alike were enthralled by this and took it like some sort of mission to discover the young man’s mysterious past, but in the couple years he’s been Champion, nothing really came up. And for his looks… he was incredibly normal. 1.80m tall with dark, curly hair; green eyes topped by a big pair of glasses. Quite slim, it was often joked that he could be overpowered by an Alcremie.
But despite this, he showed masterful command over his poison type pokemon, and managed to reach the peak of the Region in no time. Although it was clear that he didn’t enjoy all the interviews, photoshoots, and general publicity he was subjected to, he still handled them well. In particular, it was forced to him to have an active social media presence: despite messy at first, he managed to get a huge amount of followers, and with time he started to livestream more often, now ranking as one of the top influencers of the region.
During his time in Galar, he developed strong friendships with the various Gym Leaders, but none could surpass the one with the Fairy type leader Bede, one based on their great rivalry. Many fans online compared their relation to the one the previous Champion has with the Dragon type leader, Raihan.
And now there they were, one in front of the other, ready to battle for the title once more, the stadium packed with fans from all over the Region.
“So Darren, I was thinking… why don't we make this more interesting?”
“Oh? What do you have in mind now?”
“Let's say… whomever loses, has to do whatever the winner says?”
The crowd, already loud, seemed to really appreciate the wager between the two trainers, their cheering exploding more than before.
“Hm, I don’t know…”
“The crowd seems to be favourable, though. Think about your fans…”
He looked at his rival with a smug smile, before taking out his first pokeball.
“So? You’re in?”
“Ugh. Fine.”
After nodding at each other, they both readied and thew their pokeballs in the middle of the arena.
Darren was in shock. Did he… really lose? The huge smile over Bede’s face suggested that. The crowd was screaming with their deafening cheering. The delusion, though, was quickly overridden by the happiness for his friend.
“Well… let me be the first one to congratulate you… Champion”
He went up to Bede and offered to shake his hand, which was reciprocated.
“Heh, thanks. And don’t worry, I’m sure my gym will be nice even as a Poison type one. My trainers won't take the news so happily though, they hate changes.”
The next couple of minutes were spent by the two waving at the crowd, with Bede obviously being the center piece. His pokemon were quickly healed, and out they were for the fans to cheer and journalist to photograph. After that, Darren brought up his Rotom phone, which promptly started floating in front of him, and started a livestream.
“Hey fans! I’m sure you already read it, and I wanted to confirm it: I lost the title. I’m sorry I disappointed you but… cheer for the new Champion! And don’t worry, this isn’t the end of me!”
“Hey, surely you haven’t forgotten about our little wager, have you?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry… But I’d be better informing our friends who are following us via stream.”
He then looked at his phone.
“We did a little bet. Basically the loser, so me, has to abide to whatever our new champion wants. Let’s hope he’s not too mean, yeah?”
He giggled, then adressed Bede.
“I’m sure our fans at home and here won’t mind watching us for a little more, will they?”
The crowd cheered. And the chat was already full of comments.
“So, Champion. What do you want me to do?”
“Well… you know how you’ve always been oh so secretive about your past…”
“You want me to talk about it?”
“Nah. I’m sure you have your reasons to keep all secret. However… I made a couple of researches about you.”
“Oh, you did? And what did you find?”
“Nothing in particular. However… I did notice something strange looking at some recordings…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. It happened during an interview session. There was this one kid that came to you to get an autograph. You know kids! Full of life, and lacking in any sense of privacy. He ran to you and poked you to get your attention. You reaction was… interesting, to say the least”
Darren looked at him, puzzled.
“Hm? What do you… mean?”
Bede grinned at the trainer.
“So, you really want me to say it out loud? Fine by me. What I think is that our little former champion is… quite ticklish”
Darren was shocked. His face became white all of a sudden, and remained silent for a couple of seconds, but then managed to find his words.
“W-what do you mean? And what does that have to do with… this?”
“It’s simple: I want to tickle you. Here.”
“W-what?! No!”
“Oh, so are you taking your word back?”
The audience was apparently ecstatic. Their cheer was stronger than before, and some comments started to appear on the livestream saying that Darren could never not keep his word.
Beede then lowered his tone, so that only Darren could hear him:
“You know… I might have won, but I’m not yet officially champion. Which means you still have to abide to your contract. And I'm pretty sure lying to everyone, both in real life and on social media, isn’t included, am I wrong?”
“Y-you little…”
The not so former champion wanted to prove him wrong, but he couldn’t. Lying was considered an especially bad breach of contract. Doing so would not only end the partnership, but it would end up with an enormous fine to pay. And he didn’t have that much extra money laying around.
“So, everyone! Looks like he didn’t turn down the wager!”
“W-wait, I-I didn’t say I accept!”
“Well, from my point of view, you have two options: do what you promised you would do… or not.”
“T-that’s not what I’m saying! It’s just that… I-I’m not ticklish! Yeah. Not at all! So that would end up in a very boring show. For everyone.”
The moment of silence that followed was quickly interrupted by Bede.
“And you expect me to believe it? Hell. You think the public believes it? Do you think they’re stupid?”
“N-no! Obviously not! B-but I’m just stating the trut-AH!”
Darren’s pathetic scene was interrupted by the feeling of… something touching his sides, which made him jump. He turned back, only to see a Gardevoir giggling, covering her mouth with her arm. He had totally forgot that Bede’s pokemon were healed and let out to take photographs.
“Not ticklish eh? Then what was that?”
“S-She just scared me”
“Oh? Then you won’t mind her doing it again.”
Without needing an order, Gardevoir slowly approached Darren, with her arms in front of her.
“N-no! Stay back!”
He was so fixated looking at Gardevoir and backing off from her that he didn’t realise he came back to the center of the stadium, right next to Bede. The young white haired trainer used the occasion to dig his hands into the sides of his scared friend. As expected, he bursted out in laughing, trying to get the scratching hands away from him. Not managing to, he quickly turned, his arm protruted to smack Bede; however, his hand stopped a couple of centimeters from the smirking trainer, as if he hit something.
“Gardevoir really doesn’t like when someone tries to harm me. I’m so lucky her psychokynetic powers work on humans as well!”
“Ngh… let me go!”
Darren tried moving his arm, but it was completely immovable, as if someone was keeping it in place.
“Hm… I wonder if…”
With his grin still on, Bede poked Darren’s now undefended armpit, provoking a series of giggles from him. As he tried to protect himself with his free arm, he discovered he couldn’t move that one either, courtesy of Gardevoir’s psychic powers. He smirked.
“Now, as I was doing before you interrupted me…”
As he said so, he slowly moved his hands in a spidering motion towards Darren, who tried as much as possible to move away, but his arms held in place prevented him much motion. Seeing the pair of devious hands being so much near him, his only reaction was to close his eyes.
A few seconds passed, with nothing happening. As he thought it could all be a joke, he felt them: ten fingers were digging into his sides, exploring every small part of them. Darren tried, he wanted to stay silent, but he simply couldn't.
“N-NOHOHOH W-WAHAHAHAHAIT, N-NOHOHOH!”
“What? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish!”
But the only answer he could get was more laughing. Not satisfied, his assault lasted a few minutes, before finally stopping. Darren was breathless, but managed to speak a little:
“P-please… s-stop now… please…”
“Now, now… I’ll say it again: didn’t you tell me that you aren’t ticklish?”
“Y-yes…”
“But you clearly are! Which means that you… lied! Isn’t it correct?”
But Darren didn’t reply. How could he? Instead, he continued to pant.
But Bede didn’t need an answer. Not from him, at least. He turned to the audience, instead:
“Apparently our little trainer here not only doesn’t want to heed his word, but he also lied! To me and to everyone here! To you, his loyal fans! Now, what do you think it should be done?”
It was hard to hear anything over the crowd’s cheering and general loudness, but a few moments later it seemed like they coordinates: a repeated, bustling cheer could be heard: “Ti-ckle-him! Ti-ckle-him! Ti-ckle-him!”. With these, Bede turned to the still-panting young man:
“See? They want this! What kind of terrible person would you be, if you didn’t answer one, small, kind request from your loyal fans, who supported you for years?”
“N-no, no! You… can’t do this! No!”
He struggled, but his arms still didn’t move. So he did the only thing he could: moved his legs. Unfortunately for him, Gardevoir, protective as she was, thought this was an attack on his trainer, which prompted her to stop them as well. Now, he was completely unable to move both his arms and legs, which were psychically moved: his hands were brought behind his head, his legs were spread apart. He was at a 45 degree angle, perfectly visible by the crowd and vice-versa.
“Bede… please, don’t!”
“I’m sorry, but put yourself in my shoes: imagine what everyone would say about me! A new champion, so quickly going back and eating my words? I’m sorry. I really am. But I must do this.”
From his smile, Darren could tell his supposed friend was enjoying this even too much.
“At least… go easy on me, please.”
“Don’t worry about that. It won’t be too intense. For someone who isn’t ticklishas you said, I mean. If you were ticklish… it would be terrible. But you don’t have to worry, right?”
After giggling, he got near the restrained trainer and touched his torso.
“Oh my, you’re drenched! I get it though, difficult match and all of that… let me help you.”
As he said so, he started removing Darren’s tight sports shirt, and despite his efforts, it easily came off, exposing his slender and smooth upper body. The crowd seemed to enjoy the view.
“Now I can finally test you out properly.”
“P-please, Bede, don’t…”
His protests were utterly useless. The white haired trainer remained at his side, and started caressing his torso and side with one hand, slowly. Quite shut his mouth. It wasn’t tickling him yet but he was definitely uncomfortable with that feeling. Catching up to that, Bede starting using his fingers, starting right under Darren’s pit and ending at his hips. Darren tried to jerk away to no avail, and had to force his mouth shut not to giggle. After a while like that, Bede finally decided to up his game, and started digging his fingers.
Darren reaction was immediate: he let out all the laughter he has pent up previously and more, all to the entertained eyes of the people in the stadium. Bede continued to tickle his sides, but found that his bare pits and even his nipples were extremely ticklish, and tortured him for what seemed like hours. In the end, noticing his friend grasping for air in the midst of his crazed laughter, he decided to stop. He looked at the audience and smiled and waved for a while, waiting for his friend to regain his strengths.
“It… is over… finally…”
“Hm… I don’t know. Why don’t we ask our audience?”
The roaring was immense, and numerous single voices could be heard, all crying for the show to continue.”
“Well… even though you lost, it seems like they really like you! What an honour!”
With that, Darren started feeling strange. After a few moments, he felt his legs being raised, and quickly he was floating in the air as if he was laid on some platform.
“Wh-what’s happening now? What do you want?”
“Do I really need to spill it out word for word?”
Not really needing it, he started pleading.
“W-wait! No, don’t do it. Bede, you can’t imagine how… it would be too much! I don’t care about the fine, I will pay it. Somehow. But… don’t touch my feet!”
“I’m sorry, champ. But it’s a bit too late for that…”
He giggled as he got near his floating feet. Quickly he removed the shoes, leaving him with his black socks. He tried wiggling his fingers against them, and Darren immediately started to giggle like crazy.
“You weren’t lying! I can’t believe you’re this ticklish…”
Darren’s face became red for the embarrassment of having his biggest weakness exposed to so many people, and started wiggling, as if he thought he could escape Gardevoir ‘s psychic cuffs.
“Oh, you’re all red! Look at you. You must be hot! Then let me help you again!”
Once again he smiled as he put his hands against Darren’s ankles. He was ready to feel the cool air with his feet, but it didn’t happen. Instead, he felt his pants being slowly removed.
“B-bede! Y-you can’t do that! S-stop!”
“Oh, come on, you don’t have to be so shy! Our Water gym leader is always in her swimsuit!”
He giggled, and removed Darren’s pants, despite his efforts to stop him, and then he removed also his socks, leaving the poor floating trainer just in his tight, black, purple and neon green Speedos.
Right then, Darren noticed something moving. It was… floating. After trying to understand what the object was, his eyes widened.
“M-my Rotom phone! I-is it still recording?”
Bede looked at it for a moment.
“Recording? You went live, silly! From the looks of it, it seems everyone is enjoying the show. So many comments! So many interactions! Hi everyone! Hope you’re enjoying this show!”
“P-please, s-stop that!”
“Hm… I don’t know. You’re doing so great! I’m doing you a favour here by letting it continue. Trust me! You’ll break every record for the region!”
“Bede I swear, if you don’t stop that IHIHIHIHIHIHI NOHOHOHOHOHOH!”
Darren was interrupted by the feeling of Bede’s fingers all over his tender soles.
“I hope you didn’t forget why we’re here! Threatening me is useless at best, dangerous at worst. But I’m open to forgiving you, this one time.”
He continued his assault while speaking.
“I-IHIHIH AHAHAHAHM! IHIHIHIH’M SOHOHOHORRY!”
“That’s better. Don’t forget that I am the Champion now.”
The tickling went on and on. Bede switched places a few times, trying Darren’s under knee, and sometimes going back to his upper body. But hen, he suddenly stopped, feeling something touching his shoulder. He turned, and saw his Hatterene.
“Hatterene? So you need something?”
Hatterene smiled, and got near Darren. The poor trainer could only stare at her, dreading. But nothing happened.
“What? You only wanted to look at him? You’re so cute. I’m sorry now, but I was in the middle of something…”
Bede went and put his hands on Darren’s stomach, but felt something himself. It wasn’t a touch, but… a strange sensation. He tried lightly tickling him and, once again, a strange sensation filled his body. It was as if he knew what Darren was feeling.
“Of course! Hatterene, you can sense human feelings and emotions, right? So you linked me with him, and now I know exactly how he feels when I tickle him!”
Darren didn’t seem to understand. He was being tickled. That was clear to everyone. Why did he need Hatterene to understand that? But his questions weren’t left unanswered for long, as Bede once again turned to the audience.
“My friends! Seems like my dear Hatterene wanted to help this show become even greater! By linking me with our poor champion, I know exactly what he’s feeling and thinking! Which means… it will be easy now to find all his worst spots!”
Darren remained petrified.
“No! It’s not fair! You can’t do it!”
“Oh, don’t be so bitter… wait. I know how to turn that frown upside down!”
As he said so, he went near Darren’s hips, and put a hand on his thigh. Seeing panic in his firend’s eyes, he tried a gentle squeeze.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!”
He immediately jumped.
“Heh… Hatterene’s powers surely are useful, don’t you think?”
And so, Bede started a full out attack. He tried tickling again every part of Darren’s body, and now he managed to find and abuse his every little weak spot. In particular, he focused on his feet and sides for the best results.
The tickling went on for a lot of time, and the stadium (and people’s house, thanks to the streaming) was filled with the former champion’s desperate laughter. This went on and on, until the sun started to set. Only then Bede was satisfied, and the crowd started to get tired. With a word, Gardevoir released the poor trainer, who fell on the ground, where he remained for a couple of minutes, regaining his breath.
Once he regained his composure, he tried getting up, but was stopped by Bede jumping on him and sitting on his knees.
“What now?!”
“Don’t worry, we’re almost finished. But I thought of a nice way to show the succession!”
With that, he brought out a pointy looking pen. Closing on Darren’s feet, he held his toes with one hand, extending his soles, while keeping them from moving.
“Now, I’d play a nice round of “guess the letter” with you, but I feel it’s already too late. I’m just going to sign these for you! I gotta say: you’re lucky my name is so short…”
With that, he started scribbling “Bede” in big , over both of Darren’s bare feet, which sent him again in hysterics. Then, he faced the still live Rotom phone and smiled.
“Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the show! I hope you’ll continue to follow me in my journey as a champion. But don’t forget to keep supporting our dear Darren! Champion Bede, out!”
And so, he interrupted the streaming and let Darren go for real, this time.
Not before taking a picture of his signed feet, that is, and uploading it in all his socials…
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It was finally the end of the Champion Cup season. Despite having represented it for a couple of years, Galar had not yet adjusted to the new face representing Pokemon battles in the region, the young Darren, who managed to defeat the long lasting Leon after a hard fought match.
Nothing really showed that he was capable of the feat, not his past nor his looks. About the first… well, nobody really knew where he came from. It looked like he just appeared out of thin air. Obviously, journalists and fanatics alike were enthralled by this and took it like some sort of mission to discover the young man’s mysterious past, but in the couple years he’s been Champion, nothing really came up. And for his looks… he was incredibly normal. 1.80m tall with dark, curly hair; green eyes topped by a big pair of glasses. Quite slim, it was often joked that he could be overpowered by an Alcremie.
But despite this, he showed masterful command over his poison type pokemon, and managed to reach the peak of the Region in no time. Although it was clear that he didn’t enjoy all the interviews, photoshoots, and general publicity he was subjected to, he still handled them well. In particular, it was forced to him to have an active social media presence: despite messy at first, he managed to get a huge amount of followers, and with time he started to livestream more often, now ranking as one of the top influencers of the region.
During his time in Galar, he developed strong friendships with the various Gym Leaders, but none could surpass the one with the Fairy type leader Bede, one based on their great rivalry. Many fans online compared their relation to the one the previous Champion has with the Dragon type leader, Raihan.
And now there they were, one in front of the other, ready to battle for the title once more, the stadium packed with fans from all over the Region.
“So Darren, I was thinking… why don't we make this more interesting?”
“Oh? What do you have in mind now?”
“Let's say… whomever loses, has to do whatever the winner says?”
The crowd, already loud, seemed to really appreciate the wager between the two trainers, their cheering exploding more than before.
“Hm, I don’t know…”
“The crowd seems to be favourable, though. Think about your fans…”
He looked at his rival with a smug smile, before taking out his first pokeball.
“So? You’re in?”
“Ugh. Fine.”
After nodding at each other, they both readied and thew their pokeballs in the middle of the arena.
Darren was in shock. Did he… really lose? The huge smile over Bede’s face suggested that. The crowd was screaming with their deafening cheering. The delusion, though, was quickly overridden by the happiness for his friend.
“Well… let me be the first one to congratulate you… Champion”
He went up to Bede and offered to shake his hand, which was reciprocated.
“Heh, thanks. And don’t worry, I’m sure my gym will be nice even as a Poison type one. My trainers won't take the news so happily though, they hate changes.”
The next couple of minutes were spent by the two waving at the crowd, with Bede obviously being the center piece. His pokemon were quickly healed, and out they were for the fans to cheer and journalist to photograph. After that, Darren brought up his Rotom phone, which promptly started floating in front of him, and started a livestream.
“Hey fans! I’m sure you already read it, and I wanted to confirm it: I lost the title. I’m sorry I disappointed you but… cheer for the new Champion! And don’t worry, this isn’t the end of me!”
“Hey, surely you haven’t forgotten about our little wager, have you?”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry… But I’d be better informing our friends who are following us via stream.”
He then looked at his phone.
“We did a little bet. Basically the loser, so me, has to abide to whatever our new champion wants. Let’s hope he’s not too mean, yeah?”
He giggled, then adressed Bede.
“I’m sure our fans at home and here won’t mind watching us for a little more, will they?”
The crowd cheered. And the chat was already full of comments.
“So, Champion. What do you want me to do?”
“Well… you know how you’ve always been oh so secretive about your past…”
“You want me to talk about it?”
“Nah. I’m sure you have your reasons to keep all secret. However… I made a couple of researches about you.”
“Oh, you did? And what did you find?”
“Nothing in particular. However… I did notice something strange looking at some recordings…”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. It happened during an interview session. There was this one kid that came to you to get an autograph. You know kids! Full of life, and lacking in any sense of privacy. He ran to you and poked you to get your attention. You reaction was… interesting, to say the least”
Darren looked at him, puzzled.
“Hm? What do you… mean?”
Bede grinned at the trainer.
“So, you really want me to say it out loud? Fine by me. What I think is that our little former champion is… quite ticklish”
Darren was shocked. His face became white all of a sudden, and remained silent for a couple of seconds, but then managed to find his words.
“W-what do you mean? And what does that have to do with… this?”
“It’s simple: I want to tickle you. Here.”
“W-what?! No!”
“Oh, so are you taking your word back?”
The audience was apparently ecstatic. Their cheer was stronger than before, and some comments started to appear on the livestream saying that Darren could never not keep his word.
Beede then lowered his tone, so that only Darren could hear him:
“You know… I might have won, but I’m not yet officially champion. Which means you still have to abide to your contract. And I'm pretty sure lying to everyone, both in real life and on social media, isn’t included, am I wrong?”
“Y-you little…”
The not so former champion wanted to prove him wrong, but he couldn’t. Lying was considered an especially bad breach of contract. Doing so would not only end the partnership, but it would end up with an enormous fine to pay. And he didn’t have that much extra money laying around.
“So, everyone! Looks like he didn’t turn down the wager!”
“W-wait, I-I didn’t say I accept!”
“Well, from my point of view, you have two options: do what you promised you would do… or not.”
“T-that’s not what I’m saying! It’s just that… I-I’m not ticklish! Yeah. Not at all! So that would end up in a very boring show. For everyone.”
The moment of silence that followed was quickly interrupted by Bede.
“And you expect me to believe it? Hell. You think the public believes it? Do you think they’re stupid?”
“N-no! Obviously not! B-but I’m just stating the trut-AH!”
Darren’s pathetic scene was interrupted by the feeling of… something touching his sides, which made him jump. He turned back, only to see a Gardevoir giggling, covering her mouth with her arm. He had totally forgot that Bede’s pokemon were healed and let out to take photographs.
“Not ticklish eh? Then what was that?”
“S-She just scared me”
“Oh? Then you won’t mind her doing it again.”
Without needing an order, Gardevoir slowly approached Darren, with her arms in front of her.
“N-no! Stay back!”
He was so fixated looking at Gardevoir and backing off from her that he didn’t realise he came back to the center of the stadium, right next to Bede. The young white haired trainer used the occasion to dig his hands into the sides of his scared friend. As expected, he bursted out in laughing, trying to get the scratching hands away from him. Not managing to, he quickly turned, his arm protruted to smack Bede; however, his hand stopped a couple of centimeters from the smirking trainer, as if he hit something.
“Gardevoir really doesn’t like when someone tries to harm me. I’m so lucky her psychokynetic powers work on humans as well!”
“Ngh… let me go!”
Darren tried moving his arm, but it was completely immovable, as if someone was keeping it in place.
“Hm… I wonder if…”
With his grin still on, Bede poked Darren’s now undefended armpit, provoking a series of giggles from him. As he tried to protect himself with his free arm, he discovered he couldn’t move that one either, courtesy of Gardevoir’s psychic powers. He smirked.
“Now, as I was doing before you interrupted me…”
As he said so, he slowly moved his hands in a spidering motion towards Darren, who tried as much as possible to move away, but his arms held in place prevented him much motion. Seeing the pair of devious hands being so much near him, his only reaction was to close his eyes.
A few seconds passed, with nothing happening. As he thought it could all be a joke, he felt them: ten fingers were digging into his sides, exploring every small part of them. Darren tried, he wanted to stay silent, but he simply couldn't.
“N-NOHOHOH W-WAHAHAHAHAIT, N-NOHOHOH!”
“What? I thought you said you weren’t ticklish!”
But the only answer he could get was more laughing. Not satisfied, his assault lasted a few minutes, before finally stopping. Darren was breathless, but managed to speak a little:
“P-please… s-stop now… please…”
“Now, now… I’ll say it again: didn’t you tell me that you aren’t ticklish?”
“Y-yes…”
“But you clearly are! Which means that you… lied! Isn’t it correct?”
But Darren didn’t reply. How could he? Instead, he continued to pant.
But Bede didn’t need an answer. Not from him, at least. He turned to the audience, instead:
“Apparently our little trainer here not only doesn’t want to heed his word, but he also lied! To me and to everyone here! To you, his loyal fans! Now, what do you think it should be done?”
It was hard to hear anything over the crowd’s cheering and general loudness, but a few moments later it seemed like they coordinates: a repeated, bustling cheer could be heard: “Ti-ckle-him! Ti-ckle-him! Ti-ckle-him!”. With these, Bede turned to the still-panting young man:
“See? They want this! What kind of terrible person would you be, if you didn’t answer one, small, kind request from your loyal fans, who supported you for years?”
“N-no, no! You… can’t do this! No!”
He struggled, but his arms still didn’t move. So he did the only thing he could: moved his legs. Unfortunately for him, Gardevoir, protective as she was, thought this was an attack on his trainer, which prompted her to stop them as well. Now, he was completely unable to move both his arms and legs, which were psychically moved: his hands were brought behind his head, his legs were spread apart. He was at a 45 degree angle, perfectly visible by the crowd and vice-versa.
“Bede… please, don’t!”
“I’m sorry, but put yourself in my shoes: imagine what everyone would say about me! A new champion, so quickly going back and eating my words? I’m sorry. I really am. But I must do this.”
From his smile, Darren could tell his supposed friend was enjoying this even too much.
“At least… go easy on me, please.”
“Don’t worry about that. It won’t be too intense. For someone who isn’t ticklishas you said, I mean. If you were ticklish… it would be terrible. But you don’t have to worry, right?”
After giggling, he got near the restrained trainer and touched his torso.
“Oh my, you’re drenched! I get it though, difficult match and all of that… let me help you.”
As he said so, he started removing Darren’s tight sports shirt, and despite his efforts, it easily came off, exposing his slender and smooth upper body. The crowd seemed to enjoy the view.
“Now I can finally test you out properly.”
“P-please, Bede, don’t…”
His protests were utterly useless. The white haired trainer remained at his side, and started caressing his torso and side with one hand, slowly. Quite shut his mouth. It wasn’t tickling him yet but he was definitely uncomfortable with that feeling. Catching up to that, Bede starting using his fingers, starting right under Darren’s pit and ending at his hips. Darren tried to jerk away to no avail, and had to force his mouth shut not to giggle. After a while like that, Bede finally decided to up his game, and started digging his fingers.
Darren reaction was immediate: he let out all the laughter he has pent up previously and more, all to the entertained eyes of the people in the stadium. Bede continued to tickle his sides, but found that his bare pits and even his nipples were extremely ticklish, and tortured him for what seemed like hours. In the end, noticing his friend grasping for air in the midst of his crazed laughter, he decided to stop. He looked at the audience and smiled and waved for a while, waiting for his friend to regain his strengths.
“It… is over… finally…”
“Hm… I don’t know. Why don’t we ask our audience?”
The roaring was immense, and numerous single voices could be heard, all crying for the show to continue.”
“Well… even though you lost, it seems like they really like you! What an honour!”
With that, Darren started feeling strange. After a few moments, he felt his legs being raised, and quickly he was floating in the air as if he was laid on some platform.
“Wh-what’s happening now? What do you want?”
“Do I really need to spill it out word for word?”
Not really needing it, he started pleading.
“W-wait! No, don’t do it. Bede, you can’t imagine how… it would be too much! I don’t care about the fine, I will pay it. Somehow. But… don’t touch my feet!”
“I’m sorry, champ. But it’s a bit too late for that…”
He giggled as he got near his floating feet. Quickly he removed the shoes, leaving him with his black socks. He tried wiggling his fingers against them, and Darren immediately started to giggle like crazy.
“You weren’t lying! I can’t believe you’re this ticklish…”
Darren’s face became red for the embarrassment of having his biggest weakness exposed to so many people, and started wiggling, as if he thought he could escape Gardevoir ‘s psychic cuffs.
“Oh, you’re all red! Look at you. You must be hot! Then let me help you again!”
Once again he smiled as he put his hands against Darren’s ankles. He was ready to feel the cool air with his feet, but it didn’t happen. Instead, he felt his pants being slowly removed.
“B-bede! Y-you can’t do that! S-stop!”
“Oh, come on, you don’t have to be so shy! Our Water gym leader is always in her swimsuit!”
He giggled, and removed Darren’s pants, despite his efforts to stop him, and then he removed also his socks, leaving the poor floating trainer just in his tight, black, purple and neon green Speedos.
Right then, Darren noticed something moving. It was… floating. After trying to understand what the object was, his eyes widened.
“M-my Rotom phone! I-is it still recording?”
Bede looked at it for a moment.
“Recording? You went live, silly! From the looks of it, it seems everyone is enjoying the show. So many comments! So many interactions! Hi everyone! Hope you’re enjoying this show!”
“P-please, s-stop that!”
“Hm… I don’t know. You’re doing so great! I’m doing you a favour here by letting it continue. Trust me! You’ll break every record for the region!”
“Bede I swear, if you don’t stop that IHIHIHIHIHIHI NOHOHOHOHOHOH!”
Darren was interrupted by the feeling of Bede’s fingers all over his tender soles.
“I hope you didn’t forget why we’re here! Threatening me is useless at best, dangerous at worst. But I’m open to forgiving you, this one time.”
He continued his assault while speaking.
“I-IHIHIH AHAHAHAHM! IHIHIHIH’M SOHOHOHORRY!”
“That’s better. Don’t forget that I am the Champion now.”
The tickling went on and on. Bede switched places a few times, trying Darren’s under knee, and sometimes going back to his upper body. But hen, he suddenly stopped, feeling something touching his shoulder. He turned, and saw his Hatterene.
“Hatterene? So you need something?”
Hatterene smiled, and got near Darren. The poor trainer could only stare at her, dreading. But nothing happened.
“What? You only wanted to look at him? You’re so cute. I’m sorry now, but I was in the middle of something…”
Bede went and put his hands on Darren’s stomach, but felt something himself. It wasn’t a touch, but… a strange sensation. He tried lightly tickling him and, once again, a strange sensation filled his body. It was as if he knew what Darren was feeling.
“Of course! Hatterene, you can sense human feelings and emotions, right? So you linked me with him, and now I know exactly how he feels when I tickle him!”
Darren didn’t seem to understand. He was being tickled. That was clear to everyone. Why did he need Hatterene to understand that? But his questions weren’t left unanswered for long, as Bede once again turned to the audience.
“My friends! Seems like my dear Hatterene wanted to help this show become even greater! By linking me with our poor champion, I know exactly what he’s feeling and thinking! Which means… it will be easy now to find all his worst spots!”
Darren remained petrified.
“No! It’s not fair! You can’t do it!”
“Oh, don’t be so bitter… wait. I know how to turn that frown upside down!”
As he said so, he went near Darren’s hips, and put a hand on his thigh. Seeing panic in his firend’s eyes, he tried a gentle squeeze.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH!”
He immediately jumped.
“Heh… Hatterene’s powers surely are useful, don’t you think?”
And so, Bede started a full out attack. He tried tickling again every part of Darren’s body, and now he managed to find and abuse his every little weak spot. In particular, he focused on his feet and sides for the best results.
The tickling went on for a lot of time, and the stadium (and people’s house, thanks to the streaming) was filled with the former champion’s desperate laughter. This went on and on, until the sun started to set. Only then Bede was satisfied, and the crowd started to get tired. With a word, Gardevoir released the poor trainer, who fell on the ground, where he remained for a couple of minutes, regaining his breath.
Once he regained his composure, he tried getting up, but was stopped by Bede jumping on him and sitting on his knees.
“What now?!”
“Don’t worry, we’re almost finished. But I thought of a nice way to show the succession!”
With that, he brought out a pointy looking pen. Closing on Darren’s feet, he held his toes with one hand, extending his soles, while keeping them from moving.
“Now, I’d play a nice round of “guess the letter” with you, but I feel it’s already too late. I’m just going to sign these for you! I gotta say: you’re lucky my name is so short…”
With that, he started scribbling “Bede” in big , over both of Darren’s bare feet, which sent him again in hysterics. Then, he faced the still live Rotom phone and smiled.
“Well everyone, I hope you enjoyed the show! I hope you’ll continue to follow me in my journey as a champion. But don’t forget to keep supporting our dear Darren! Champion Bede, out!”
And so, he interrupted the streaming and let Darren go for real, this time.
Not before taking a picture of his signed feet, that is, and uploading it in all his socials…
