Lake Superior
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A Fire Emblem Heroes Ticklefic (F/M M/M M/F */FM)
Askr's battle lines had fallen to pieces and the other fliers were retreating as well. Gerome though stayed to try and help those on the front lines fall back. He swept his darling Minerva lower and saw a pair fighting. It was his former friend Inigo and Lucina locked in combat, both seemingly ignoring the orders to a retreat that had been given. The Princess of Ylisse was knocked off her feet and the Falchion slapped aside as her brainwashed younger brother pounced on her. Gerome knew there wasn't a chance that she'd be able to bring her full might to bear on him for fear of hurting him and he wasn't trying to hurt her. He spurred Minerva to swoop downwards as her boots were unlaced and tossed aside but a sudden shape flying up from beneath him forced him to try and rein his steed. A woman floated before him suspended on a pair of butterfly wings and sporting a cruel smile.
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The sound of frantic laughter from below snapped him out of his confusion. He looked down to see his comrade's feet being ravaged by the quick fingers of the Princeling of Ylisse. He turned his back on the elf and flew down with the intent of saving his friend. He didn't see her snap his fingers and certainly didn't feel the various laces and clamps of his armor slowly unknot and undo themselves. It wasn't until his clothes simply seemed to fall from his form that he realized anything was even wrong. Inigo and Lucina both took shelter from the sudden bombing raid of Gerome's clothes that rained around them. They looked up at the Dragonknight who was rapidly flushing in embarrassment. Lucina waved for him to flee but was tackled back down by her enemy who began squeezing her hips.
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He tried again to descend and help her but what he thought was a cloud suddenly moved to block him. He managed to rein Minerva back in the nick of time but was still close enough to make out details. His heart caught in his throat as he realized that what he had thought was a cloud was actually a mass of wriggling, white feathers flying independently through some kind of enchantment. They swirled and fluttered together as one, turning towards him and Minerva as time almost seemed to slow. Gerome now saw that he had no assurance of coming out unscathed should he choose to dive down and rescue Lucina; however, if he flew away in retreat now then he could probably escape. He shook the idea away and divebombed towards Lucina wondering why he'd even entertained the idea of fleeing. He noticed too late that his trademark mask had been lost as well right as he felt light and fluffy tickling right at the corner of his eye. He snorted and tried to slap the feather away with his hand but quickly realized his mistake. As soon as his bared armpit was exposed, there were three fluffy plumes tracing the musculature and one tip twirling right in the center of the pink hairs hidden in there.
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Gerome roared with laughter and tried rearing Minerva away, but the moment one of his bared and pink size 15s slipped just an inch from his beloved wyvern's stirrup there were ungodly fluffy feathers fluttering all over his tough heel. The aerial specialist tried to hide his foot in the saddle but Minervy-kins took this as a signal to make a sudden hard turn. Gerome had to hunch over the saddle to keep from being thrown off and bite his lips as the feathers explored his bareback and seemed to be painting a picture back there. When he straightened up to try and get his wyvern back under control they started sliding along his ass cheeks and nearly scared him right out of his seat.
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Gerome reflexively thrashed and tried to kick at the feathers that were trying to sneak into one of his stirrups to get at his big bare foot, but that was a mistake as his massive boat of a foot was immediately devoured by feathers. They mercilessly forced themselves up into his arch, sawing between his toes and teasing up his ankle all the way to his calf. He futilely tried stuffing his foot back into his stirrup only to find that it too had been filled with feathers. He was struggling to try and direct Minerva with only one hand as the other was trying to shield his cock and balls from this cloud of maddening tickles. It was all quite entertaining to that idiot Inigo who watched it all from the ground, chuckling while he dragged the point of Gerome's discarded mask along Lucina's tender sole. The goofy dancer was tormenting her enough to make her capitulate, but whatever he was making her agree to Gerome couldn't make it out over the sound of his own laughter.
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The wyvern lord was laughing so hard that he was sweating bullets and allowing the feathers to brush along and slick up his skin. The sweat was working its way between his fingers and making his grip on his darling Minerva's reigns difficult. Finally, the feathers slipped beneath him and started teasing his pink nipples and Gerome went ballistic. He swatted at them and tried to cover his chest only for Minerva to panic at her rider's actions. His wyvern reared back in mid-air and, without any grip in his hands, the young man finally tumbled off his Minervy-kins’ back…
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Gerome sat up with a start in his bed. His toes curled and he wiped cold sweat from his forehead as he panicked at the momentarily unfamiliar scene. The young knight took a deep breath and steadied himself as he rationalized everything in his mind. It had all been a dream, nothing more. Yes, it had seemed real but it was nothing more than a nightmare brought on by his worries over this war and how many of his friends and allies had been abducted. All the same, part of him wanted to put his armor on, get up, and go check on Princess Lucina…but he rejected that idea. To visit another this late would give people the wrong idea and to do so in armor would make him seem even more unsavory. He'd see her tomorrow at roll call and then tell her at breakfast, or at least that’s what he reasoned to himself as the exhausted young man laid his head back down and closed his eyes. Had Gerome followed his gut and checked on his friend Lucina, he would have found her bed empty.
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The next morning Gerome was having breakfast just as he planned, alone as usual ever since Inigo and Morgan had been taken. He observed the other heroes as they ate casually and took his time as he watched each of them leave. Finally, he was alone in the dining hall with the dragon from the World of Binding, Idunn. The woman had always seemed hesitant in her every action and after finding about the evils that she had committed in her home world — albeit against her will — Gerome had put her on a mental list of people to watch. She hadn't taken a bite of her food in a while and seemed to be shaking slightly, something Gerome had immediately taken an interest in. Could it be her old curse taking the reins again?
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Without warning Idunn brought her fists down on the table and splintered it under her as she finally raised her voice. Gerome didn't understand at all what the dragon was yelling so loudly, and it wasn't until she drew closer that he realized that she was just laughing hysterically. He looked down to see the woman’s thick, size 14 feet were covered with some kind of slimy tentacles that were working their way between her toes and along their tops. Each step she took was heavy as if she was fighting against them, leading Gerome to believe they were very strong considering the Dark Priestess’s own incredible might.
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"You..win...do..what..you..say..tickle..boy," she mumbled out as she advanced on him. Gerome shoved his table over to try and slow her as he ran for the door to try and enlist some aid in restraining their ally, only to find that heavy chains were blocking his exit. He pounded on them and gasped as his clothes simply dissolved off of him. A pair of strong hands grabbed him by the waist and Idunn lifted him right out of his shoes to throw him over her shoulder. Gerome kicked at the woman and tried to force his way free. Being a hardened warrior meant nothing to as formidable a dragon as she, and his thrashing was treated as if he was a mere crying child. The pair of fingers that roughly poked into his soles though made the wyvern rider let out a high-pitched and thoroughly embarrassing noise.
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Idunn spidered her fingers along Gerome's soles and poked at each of his toes while he beat at her back with all of the strength he had. Still, each peal of laughter coaxed out of him only made him weaker and it wasn't as if anything he could muster physically could stop her. He felt a voice in the back of his mind suddenly, sneering at him that even with a weapon it would be useless; if she wanted his feet, they were hers. The dragon poked at his heels and made him rear up in ticklish agony as she carried him over to one of the still-standing dining tables. Like a hunter displaying a kill, she laid his panting form atop it. He tried to roll off and get his breath back but she quickly pressed her lips to his abdominals and blew, once again dissolving him down into helpless giggles and kicking.
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Gerome's vision was starting to blur from all the tears caught in the eyeholes of his mask so he didn't see Idunn reach for it. She ripped the last piece of covering on Gerome off and then proceeded to drag its tip along his chest and abdominals, making him scream for the aid of anybody who might be near. He begged for mercy as Idunn pressed her lips to each individual ab and blasted them with rough raspberries. She pinned his chin and dragged the point of his mask along his neck to make him titter like a schoolgirl. Only one other person had ever done that to him before, and when he looked up squealing man saw the merciless woman had been replaced by that very person. Gerome’s tearful eyes widened at the sight of Inigo laughing back at him, giving his friend a little twirl at being noticed before blowing a kiss and dragging the mask up again making him collapse back into giggles. He poked Gerome in the knee and dragged the accessory up his muscular thighs, gripping and stroking the breathless boy’s rock-hard length just as it exploded from his touch—
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Again, Gerome sat up with a start. He was in his bed once again but now he was sweating even harder than ever. A stain on his sheets told Gerome that even more liquid from the dream was real, and this time he resolved to check on the others after finding some clean nightclothes. His big feet didn't find the floor though as he swung them out of bed and put them down into what felt like…sand? The confused flier looked down and saw that the stone floor of Castle Askr was gone, seemingly replaced with white sand. He looked up and the ceiling had also vanished as now above him beat a sunny sky. He looked behind and found that even his bed was nowhere to be seen. A faint crash and now the sea was nearby as well. While he was trying to process all of this he finally noticed that his pale feet were now sinking into the golden sands. A splotch of color and he noticed something was rising from the sand before him as well.
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A pair of arms erupted from the earth and wrapped around his waist to pull him down further into the ground and the smiling empty head of Inigo came with them. Before Gerome could react the dancing fool had pressed his full lips into the flier’s navel and was exploring it with that silver tongue of his. Gerome fell back and sank even further as Inigo made sure to be atop him as he did so, tickling his ears as he used to in an attempt to get Gerome's mask to fall off. Eventually it did so, and as Gerome weakly tried to get it back the evil young mercenary instead took it and adorned his own handsome face with it as both boys fully sank neck-deep into the cool sand. Not even an inch was left between the red-faced Gerome and his captor’s now masked face, and neither of them could do a thing about it.
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Gerome opened his mouth to fuss at his friend but was silenced when the masked idiot crushed his lips against his own. He flushed from red to pink as not only did that tongue quickly invade his mouth and wrestle with his own, but a familiar pair of pillowy soft and deliciously large 14s suddenly cupped the flustered teen’s protruding head and ran his ears through their toes. He looked up to see Inigo's older doppelgänger Laslow smiling down at him and running a finger through his disheveled pink hair. Gerome could do nothing as the two attacked his trapped face in synchronicity with both face and foot. With the way his eyes were rolling back into their sockets it was no surprise he didn't notice a hysterical Nephenee being led towards them.
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The timid halberdier was in a bikini that she clearly was not a fan of due to her flushed features, but that also may have been due to the fuzzy strings all over her body. They were wrapped between her toes, fingers, and every other joint the young woman had as she was being controlled like a puppet by none other than the fairy Triandra floating above her. Poor Nephy was being forced to face her absolute worst fears: having her modest-yet-muscled body exposed, and also her country girl laugh on display in front of a bunch of people laughing. Granted, that current laughter wasn’t directed at her but that did little to assuage her as Triandra forced her to dig through the sand with her tickly bindings until she found her buried treasure.
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The half-naked lancer pulled the two pairs of sandy feet out against her will and set about gingerly picking each and every grain of sand of the four, dirty peets before her. They laughed into each other’s mouths just as hard as she did due to the new strings that wrapped around her bare breasts and powerful thighs. As she begged for mercy her thick accent made it near impossible to understand, and now a crowd of jeering people wearing noble garments had appeared from nowhere and surrounded the trio. They laughed at the big-footed idiot in the sand who thought he could dance to bring women joy but had stumbled atop another man instead. They laughed at the idiot who tried to hide from others amongst wyverns like a scared child and how pink and vulnerable he now was. They especially laughed at the idiotic bumpkin who laughed like a silly farmhand. All three screamed in ticklish agony as Gerome's eyes once again flew open...
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This time he wasn't in his comfortable bed. This time he was in rags lying on a pile of cloth that barely constituted one. He was surrounded by cold stone and his wrists and ankles were shackled together. He scanned the room for exits but instead spotted another prisoner who he recognized as Olwen of House Friege, a fellow Hero from the order. He tried to ask her a question but she simply hushed him pointed to the gate to their cell being opened. She got to her feet and helped him to his so that the two could exit out.
"It's better not to fight it. I've been brought here four times now and fighting it makes it much worse. This is the first time I've had an ally in here though."
Gerome pondered on how long the poor woman had been in here considering he'd seen her at breakfast, but the thought disappeared as he saw what awaited him.
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The two had been brought to an arena now where once again he stood upon sand, only this time it was before none other than Inigo; an entire audience of Inigos in fact. They all smiled and waved coquettishly at Gerome, making his skin crawl as he thought of what would happen should they charge. A roar from the other gate made him turn as their opponent entered the arena. Gerome's fists clenched as his darling Minerva was ridden out to battle by who he recognized to be Olwen's brother. She didn't look much happier at Reinhardt being here than he did, nor at the two other wyverns that flanked him with different riders. They charged as a group straight for the pair with such little warning that Gerome tripped over his own feet as he ran. In seconds Reinhardt's wyvern was atop him and Minerva's wet snout was dragging up his back. The tattered cloth was pushed up like sackcloth and Gerome could only pound his fists as this simulacrum of his beloved partner targeted one of his absolute worst spots. Despite the muscles built up by all his training with the axe and lance, a few soft strokes was all it took to drive Gerome into uncontrollable giggles.
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Not-Minerva's tongue came out and pulled his ragged shirt up further so she could sample the small of his back as more mature laughter alerted him to Olwen also being captured. Reinhardt had apparently dived off his steed to tackle her to the ground as she tried to aid Gerome. His gloved fingers danced in the woman's hairless pits while slowly coming forwards to stroke the sides of her modest breasts. She kicked and tried to strike him but it was as if he was made of iron. The other two wyvern riders dismounted and took an ankle each. Gerome recognized them as Prince Leif and the obnoxious General Kempf. Kempf stroked a sneering finger up the foot he held while reveling in the woman's torment while Leif instead nuzzled the foot and stuck his small nose between the long toes.
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Gerome was brought back to his own situation as the phantom Minerva now stroked her sharp claws down his back and made him quiver like a child. He pounded his fists in the dirt and bit his trembling lip at the waterfall of sensations attacking him. The sheer force of the reptile attacking his ticklish back had his fists squeezing sand between them. His cock fought against him by staying prime and erect even as he rutted in the dirt like an animal. The leaking organ finally released itself and quickly started sticking sand to its new coat as Gerome splayed out, spent and broken. He received no reprieve as a leathery wing hooked his arm and flipped him onto his back, allowing Minervy-kins to start cleaning her new steed’s private parts.
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The rough yet prehensile tongue of the animal wrapped around his member and pulled with enough force to actually lift him off the ground with it, which caused the crowd to cheer as more whiteness seeped out around Minerva's tongue. Some of the Inigos actually started getting out of their seats and charging towards the spectacles, jumping into the arena and landing in the sand. However, the few that did so were easy prey for the other two wyverns which knocked them over and quickly started sampling their delicious soles as they struggled.
"WHAHAHTEVER YOU WANT! NOHOO MOORE PLEASE BROTHER I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHKE IT!" Olwen shrieked at her attackers.
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Whatever it was wearing Reinhardt's face had pulled his sister into his lap and was running lightning-quick fingers along her modest chest. Meanwhile, Kempf had begun a mocking game of “This Little Piggy-Slut” with the toes of the foot he had taken for himself, while a flushed and panting Leif was sloppily chewing his way through the stirrup banded around the arch of her tanned size 7 foot. As the material gave way he noisily slurped and smacked his lips up and down the woman's foot while she shrieked a pledge of subservience that Reinhardt whispered into her ear.
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More Inigos charged than the two wyverns could pin for tickles and quickly set themselves up as a grasping mat that pulled Gerome into them for teasingly rough tickles as the wyvern continued to sloppily lick the ever-spilling seed from his chest. His fists were forced open and each of his fingers isolated and scratched at while one Inigo took both of his feet and used them as a fleshy defibrillator to shock the semen out of that dancer’s cock. Gerome moaned and begged while trying to resist but there was just too much. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came again and he closed them as his mask slipped off his face. When he opened them, once again the scene had changed...
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Now he could quickly feel the blood rushing to his head and a look down at the ground above him told him why. He looked over to see that this time his partner was the Emotionless Assassin, Beruka. The petite woman frowned at him and looked away rather than say anything, though Gerome could not help but notice the size 13 feet of hers. The two of them were completely naked as they hung here upside down, suspended by a pair of thick wooden stocks that had their feet trapped. Her long feet protruded over the lip just like Gerome's did and she cleared her throat when she caught him staring.
"Only for Lady Camilla," she said before indicating towards the source of some noise. Gerome watched a gate in the room below them and moaned as once more Wyverns filed into the room.
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He didn't recognize this one, but judging from the intake of breath from Beruka he surmised that she did. The great beasts craned their necks up and unleashed those long tongues of theirs. The two both had their hands bound behind their backs and as such were helpless as the long tongues explored their sensitive necks and chests. One wyvern with glowing eyes took particular pleasure in feasting on the short assassin's belly and trying to get into her navel. Despite her emotionless exterior, the wyvern rider was shrieking in laughter at the attack. Gerome himself wasn't faring much better as the tongues attacked his ears, which were a particularly sensitive spot for him, and teased his nose as well. This teasing was the worst as Gerome's entire body curled in preparation for a powerful sneeze that never came and allowed more long dragon tongues the opportunity to ravish his ticklish back.
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Both of them straightened out though at the feeling of fingers dancing along their feet. A pair of similar faces leered over at them, stroking away at their helpless soles. Inigo and Lazlow both paid very close attention to each and every one of the very worst spots on the feet they both cared for. Inigo pretending to pick lint off Gerome's strong arches while Lazlow gave Beruka pedicure advice and tried to simulate a pumice stone with his fingernails. The two thrashed side to side as the wyvern's tongues explored different spots that they could no longer cover. Gerome howled as his tight rear was explored, his knees savored and his heels scratched. Beruka screamed something through her torment and then went completely still.
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The Wyvern's lost interest in her immediately and now all focused intensely on Gerome who felt as if he was now in a tunnel of long tongues. The evil pair began to reel him in but ended up in a tug of war over their bait with the great lizards. Finally, he was pulled up into the waiting arms of Lazlow and Inigo who immediately began biting and sucking at his still sensitive and slimy neck. He barely noticed Inigo mischievously kick his stocks over the edge to give the dragons back their salt lick. However, as soon as it touched the wood a new set of stocks formed around his ankles and trapped his own feet just like Gerome's. Now his and the masked man's piggies were on the menu for the animals. Inigo tried to keep up with his other self but the feeling of the tongues getting between his toes and all along his heel was too much. He dissolved into a wheezing mess just like Gerome as the pair of Ylissean lads wheezed into Lazlow's chest while he tickled between their shoulder blades.
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Gerome just didn't have enough breath in his chest to try and stop Lazlow as the mercenary took the mask from the Wyvern Rider and placed it on a red-faced Inigo. The younger of the two was trying to beg for aid between wheezes but was having no luck, and honestly it was doubtful that Lazlow would have provided it anyway. Gerome mustered up the last of his strength to shove off of Lazlow and tumble over the edge down to the waiting dragons below. He braced himself for the impact but it never came. Instead, when he opened his eyes once again he was back in his bed. Terrified to move, he wondered if this was again another trick and stayed completely still. He blinked his tired eyes several times seeing if he could snap himself out of whatever hellish dream he was trapped in this time.
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After a solid few minutes of laying in the sweaty and sticky puddle, he heard a scream from down the hall. It came from the rooms of one of his fellow heroes and he tried to block it out, but he heard hysterical pleas and a voice that couldn't stop laughing. He mumbled to himself over and over about how obvious a trap it was, that if he just stayed still than he would wake up in his real bed and never sleep again. He begged to be able to do that but finally, he stood up on his still sticky soles and threw the sheets aside to charge out towards whoever needed aid. He ran down the hallway passing all the other bedrooms of his fellow heroes in the castle but noting that they were all sealed. He also noted with a rolling in his stomach the puddles of white seeping out from under each of the doors.
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He arrived at the only open room and found Miss Delthea from the world of Echoes under attack by two tall, flame-haired assailants. One had her pinned to the bed and was running his fingers along her sides while the other had the young woman's small feet trapped under her arm and was devilishly running painted nails along the pudgy soles. Gerome grabbed the one on the bed by the shoulders and threw him off of her only to be blindsided by another figure that he hadn't noticed tackling him from the side. This one didn't have as much strength as the man he'd just thrown off his ally but she was certainly quick. Her fingernails raked Gerome's hips and quickly had the wyvern rider squirming and thrashing.
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He managed to get her off of him and pulled Delthea free of the one that had her feet. He grabbed a sheet and pulled it over both of them as a form of thin protection. Quickly there were six hands digging into his skin through the thin cotton as he shielded Delthea. The three redheaded tickle monsters each attacked different places: Michalis mounting Gerome from behind and digging into his armpits while trying to pull the sheet off, Minerva scratching at his sides to try and get him out of the way and Maria scratching at strong soles to try and get them to move so she could grab Delthea's little ankles and drag her out. Delthea tried to frantically mumble some kind of spell as he bought them time with his body.
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The feeling of teeth on his heel though made Gerome squeal and he felt himself crumbling.
"Just hang on! I know this spell and I can get us out of here, I just need a minute!"
"N-nehehenngh thehehehn do it! I hahaha don't know hohow long I can hohold this!"
Gerome felt wiggling digits and jumped as Michalis and Minerva both shoved strong toes up into his ribs and started running the digits along the ticklish skin there. The movement allowed a questing hand in under him that just brushed its fingertips along Delthea's ankle and cause the mage to squeak in terror and interrupt her spell.
"Fohohcus! I can't hohold this much lohonger!"
"Oh shut up! I know how this goes! This is like the fifth time this has happened! Just as I'm about to finish the spell you turn and help them every time! Then I get tickled pink while you all tell me to give in! I don't know why you’re the weird mask guy now instead of Lu, but it's not gonna work!"
"N-ohooo! I'm reeheeal! Juhuhst say the spehehll and gehet us out of here! Quihickly before he-"
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Gerome felt a weight on his back and a familiar voice whispered through the sheets a "hello" before biting his ear and making him tumble into a giggly pile. In seconds Delthea was dragged out from under him to a joyous squeal of "PIGGIES TIME!" from Maria. Michalis and Inigo produced ropes and looped them over the sheet the frantic flier had tried to hide under. They pulled his head out so they had Gerome trapped in a blanket burrito from his neck down to his toes. In the distance, he could hear a hysterical Delthea being asked if each individual piggy surrendered by Minerva and Maria. Finally, with a scream, she relented and earned a muffled congratulations from the sisters that sounded like it came from mouths full of toes.
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Gerome's observation of the situation was hindered as his sight was suddenly blocked by two big pairs of feet being pressed over his face. Michalis rubbed his all over the wyvern rider's face while Inigo bent to snatch the mask from Gerome's face before replacing it with his 14s. The mercenary and the king's feet both jockeyed for position atop a helpless Gerome's face until it just devolved into the pair playing footsie right there over Gerome's pinkened nose. The hero struggled in his bindings with no choice but to slowly feel himself being sucked into the rosy pink of the two men's soles filling his vision and be painfully aware of his cock feeling as if it was about to rip through the blankets itself.
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Minerva and Maria came back to join in and decided to run feathers all along the suspicious bump in the blankets, making the poor man spill his seed instantly. They didn't stop though as the blanket blocked the wetness and allowed the pristine feathers to continue their work all along his ticklish pecker. He was quickly teased into a second tickly climax due to how his body seemed to be reacting favorably to his sightlessness. What a time to discover a new kink, he swore as his cock twitched back up beneath the sticky blankets and his world started to spin. Before he blacked out once more, he heard them speak about how they only had time to grab one more out of the dreams...
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This time when Gerome woke he was still bound. The blankets wrapped around him hadn't been removed and were still sticky for that matter. The only notable difference was all just positioning. Now rather than a soft bed beneath his back it was cold ground under his stomach, and the one tormenting him sitting on his back. Whoever it was they were too light to be Inigo or Michalis, but his attempt at communication was stopped once more by feet being pressed on his face. This time the pale blue skin immediately revealed who was squeezing his hips while sadistically cackling for her bronco to buck. Her name was Kronnya and she was a new-ish recruit to the order who'd been a problem several times already.
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Gerome had been forced to step in a number of times to deal with issues between her and some of the more abrasive heroes. It had started with Raigh asking her why a "Hero" could possess as dark and malevolent an aura as hers. They'd traded threats before she'd been led away by that Death Knight and Raigh had been held back his brother. The next day a sheepish Raigh had apologized to her and earned a cackling reproach from the lunatic who'd laughingly forced the young shaman to drink a glass of milk which he was known to hate. The boy had done it and she'd laughed heartily at his humiliation before ruffling his hair and calling him a cute kid. The next night Gerome and several others had been on hand to break up the melee as apparently, Kronya had once again stolen into Raigh's quarters to tickle torture the mage but this time had been tricked. The Dark Child had asked a swordmaster to change rooms with him, and both Karel and Kronya had destroyed the boy’s bedroom in their scuffle before being restrained.
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Since then the woman had earned a reputation to be avoided and those that didn't usually showed up the next day capitulating to her. Gerome had steered a good few away from her himself but he hadn't thought till now that he was on the psycho's radar.
"What a dream! First I get to keep breaking that stupid young empress and her blasted professor into drooling tickle sluts like they deserve, but now I've got that brooder who’s always watching me to play with? Hey cutie how many toes do you have? How many do you wanna keep? Hahaha!"
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Gerome's asscheeks were squeezed through the blanket making him arch his neck and allowing the Agarthian to force her size 8's beneath so that she could twist her unearthly physique and force his face down into them.
"Hahaha! I can't wait to see who else I'm gonna get tonight! I haven't had this good a time in-PHHHMMP?!"
The weight on his back was removed and the feet dragged away. He could hear signs of a struggle and frenzied laughter from both the assassin and Inigo.
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It sounded as if his former friend was on the losing side until he heard the various sounds of several others joining the fight. Kronya fought hard but when he was hoisted up by two of the ladies he hadn't been able to save, she was bound the exact way he was. Her feet protruded in front of her defenselessly and when he looked down Gerome saw that his now did so as well. Inigo seized his ankles and Lazlow seized hers as the lookalikes brought the two pairs of feet to face each other, smiling at their captives’ plight.
"Now let's see who's quicker on their feet shan't we Inigo?"
"Why I do believe this will be quite interesting Lazlow. I'm confident that our femme fatale's footsies will overcome my Gerry bear here. Those big pillows of his were never very agile."
"Hmmm, why I'll take the opposite tact and say that my old hero will vanquish evil. I remember quite a bit about Gerome and quite vividly. I never saw a pretty woman de-feet him if you'll pardon my pun."
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Having had enough talking Kronya seized the initiative and danced the toes of her smaller feet right over Gerome's soft soles while he was distracted, plunging him into deep laughter. She quickly darted her feet all over Gerome's soles while he tried to shield one foot with the other. Kronya was vicious however, and whenever one foot tried to hide she would pivot to target it and drag it out for some pointed footsies. Gerome simply took the abuse and didn't even attempt to fight back.
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"ENOUGH," a booming voice echoed through the darkness. The ground seemed to shimmer as Hel rose from it flanked by her two newest generals, the fairies Triandra and Plumeria.
"This one doesn't even fight back! You two had impressed me with this plan until now but now your drawing to the end of the night and you've still yet to be able to conquer either of these two. Everyone you trapped in this web must succumb or we'll get none."
"My queen, allow your humble servant to make a proposition," Triandra said as she gestured to the two locked in this game of forced footsies. "As you know we can only enter the minds of those not already broken to you. Why not offer a prize? Dear Gerome, should you win here and make this woman surrender herself than those two behind you will be returned to Askr's embrace."
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Gerome's eyes bulged beneath his mask as he looked up at Inigo and Lazlow who didn't even flinch.
"Dear Inigo, did she mean us?"
"Why Lazlow I do believe she did."
"Why whatever would we even do should we be released? I do so enjoy this life."
"I am quite the same, my other-self. I can't even imagine a life like that."
"However Gerome, should you lose than these women will go free. In the same vein, we will release you Kronya, should you claim victory."
Gerome looked as behind the assassin from Fodlan filed in Olwen, Lucina, Delthea, Idunn, and Beruka as well as Nephenee all filed in behind Kronya. Each of the women's face was red and streaked with tears, it seemed as if this entire time the tickling had not stopped.
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Before Gerome could say anything once again Kronya launched another attack but this time Gerome countered her. Using his superior strength he pinned one of her feet between his own and wiggled his toes against the trapped sole. Kronya yelped and tried to hold in her laughter while using her other foot to try and save the trapped one. Gerome grit his teeth as well to endure her little toes darting along the foot that was acting as his shield so that he could keep her pinned. When Kronya's dam broke, it shattered and she was ugly-laughing while turning red. Gerome wanted to smile at it but Kronya's free foot was still viciously trying to claw its way in spite of its owner snorting like a hog.
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Gerome felt that one foot he had captive starting to slowly worm its way free and knew that if it got away he would be doomed to full blast footsies himself, and he doubted he'd be able to stand it for long. The young man felt a slight tingling in both of his feet but didn't think much of it, instead noting Kronya's toes seeming to look as if they were scaling up his own feet. His seemed small from this angle compared to her massive ones, and only too late did Gerome realize what had happened. On orders from Hel to make this more interesting, Triandra with her absolute control of this dream had not only made Kronya's feet enlarge but Gerome's shrink as well. Soon the wyvern rider was sporting a pair of size 6's that quivered before Kronya's whalish 17's! The psychopathic "hero" licked her lips and began moving these great flippers of hers like a brush to gently paint up and down Gerome's new, doll-like little toesies. His mask gave a stern face but his trembling lips showed his opponent how much of an effect she was having and just how close she was to leaving this idiot to his giggling fate. She enclosed his tiny tootsies between her own massive, fleshy walls and started rolling them back and forth between her warm soles. Gerome's will broke and he erupted into laughter, not the deep laughter he had been affecting all his life either but the true laughter that only his Mother, Inigo, and a select few others had managed to coax out of him. It was nasally, hurt his throat, and punctuated with deep wheezes that only someone who flew high in the sky could know. Gerome was sucking down the air in this laugh as if it was thin.
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Kronya herself laughed at the state she had reduced this idiot to and didn't even notice as once again Hel's minions tweaked everything. Gerome's feet grew back to their old size but Kronya didn't even notice as hers continued to grow. Before she realized anything was wrong her feet were so big that she could no longer even flex them. Instead, all she could do was take it as Gerome took her own paintbrush technique and used it against these house-sized tootsies before him. He tried to regain his demeanor as if his face wasn't currently cherry red and streaked with tears, but couldn't as this was the Gerome Hel wanted to take.
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To keep the other one from returning Lazlow and Inigo joined the footsie duel to try and save the now helpless Kronya but found themselves turned against each other. Gerome ducked his feet between the two and propelled them into each other to keep the two versions of his friend tickling each other rather than him. He was so engrossed by the sights and sounds of Inigo essentially tickling himself that he didn't even catch Kronya's giggly concession until she was dragged laughing into the shadows by the other ladies. He watched Inigo and Lazlow fade and remembered where he was finally. He was glad that though he was doomed he had at least returned some of his friends to safety.
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"Wonderfully done my new pet. You captured us quite a bevy of beauties and sent those two to haunt the dreams of Castle Askr."
"What?! You said you would free them!"
"What I said was that I would return them to Askr. Which I did! In the form of a curse. Now any who slumber in that Castle are fair prey for those two and really what could be a better way to spend the night? And in exchange, I will take you as well just as promised. Now...don't you think it's time you finally woke up?"
Hel reached down and removed Gerome's mask as everything went white...
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With a start, Gerome's eyes flew open to his worst dream yet. He lay atop the tall and bony form of the Queen of Hel herself, cold and skeletal fingers tracing along his nipples. He looked down at the foot of this massive black feather bed to see both of his feet being nuzzled and savored by Lazlow and Inigo. The sound of hysterical laughter reached his ears finally and he looked around to see the fates of the others he'd failed as well through teary eyes.
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Lucina, the Future Witness was sat as if she was a doll rather than a warrior princess upon none other than the laps of the male and female versions of the tactician Robin. Both white-haired mages pinched and kneaded her stomach while she flailed her manacled hands to try futilely and ward the gremlinous little Morgan from getting his tongue between her toes. Every time she tried to get away she was met by the manicured nails of Aversa chasing her right back into the Robin's embrace.
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Olwen, the Blue Mage Knight lay on her stomach with only her cape and shoulder pads to cover her naked form. She hid her face in her own similarly shackled hands so as to try and hide the effect that the wet smacking and gnawing at her feet was having on her. Sat upon her back was the horrid tickle monster that used to be her lord Leif. His mind taken and scrubbed by this world until he gave himself completely to his fetish. Now he bit and nibbled at Olwen's feet at Hel's command to do the same to her.
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Beruka, the Quiet Assasin now howled the loudest of all as her arms were trapped behind the powerful legs of the once-proud Eldigan who now hunched over to press his lips into her belly and blow loud and repeated raspberries to keep her bucking. Despite how the rest of her body jiggled her feet were kept still as they were trapped in a hold by Eldigan's son, Ares who repeatedly tried to count each of the pudgy digits but kept losing track and having to start over due to Beruka's emotional outbursts.
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Delthea, the Free Spirit was now curled up into a ball as Alm and Lukas had each taken one of her tiny feet for themselves. On his lord's instruction, Lukas was dragging along the tiny sole to keep the girl going mad while following a diagram of where to move it that Alm was constantly updating with a feather quill on Delthea's other sole. From what Gerome could see of her face Delthea's eyes had glazed over from the constant tickly sensations that had chased her over from her dreams.
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Nephenee, the Fierce Halberdier was the most unique of these tortures so far. The poor country mouse sat completely naked sans her helmet. The woman's tongue hung out as she used it repeatedly to attack not only the pale foot of the mage Henry that she held but also her own that she had bent up to be in range. She looked to be in utter ticklish agony and it took Gerome but a moment to remember that trick of Henry's. The pale lunatic's fingers shown as he magically forced her to not only worship her own foot but to also mercilessly lap at his.
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Kronya, the Gleaming Blade wasn't much different than poor Nephenee. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate the three men whose backs she kneeled on and on who's bare asses her fingers danced. Tobin, Gray, and Kliff squirmed beneath the monster and all laughed equally at the attacks on their juicy rears however Tobin and Grey fought back by having each seized a foot and scratching hard at the toes. Kliff trapped between his friends could do nothing but laugh, however. The three hadn't been broken in by Hel just yet but considering how quickly Kronya had taken to viciously tickling people mad, she had had the three brought up from the dungeons to accommodate her. All four laughed equally hard and wheezed for breath.
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Gerome struggled to get a hand free from Hel's grasp and when he finally did reached it towards his face to try and remove his mask and wake up. He went cold as he felt nothing but his hot face and realized now that everyone in the bed had stopped laughing from tickles and now laughed at him.
"Poor child, this is no dream. You now are in your new reality. A life of soft fluffy tickles and forever and I, your new owner, have crafted you a new mask to signify it. We were all waiting for you to wake so that we could all greet you and carry you off to the baths."
Hel produced a mask that for all intents resembled Gerome's old one, however, protruding from every corner were fluffy black feathers as she brought it closer to him reached towards him while vibrating. He tried to resist but the Queen easily overpowered him and as the feathers worked themselves behind his ears and along his nose, he lost his ability to complain in the endless laughter as he was carried away by his new owner.
Askr's battle lines had fallen to pieces and the other fliers were retreating as well. Gerome though stayed to try and help those on the front lines fall back. He swept his darling Minerva lower and saw a pair fighting. It was his former friend Inigo and Lucina locked in combat, both seemingly ignoring the orders to a retreat that had been given. The Princess of Ylisse was knocked off her feet and the Falchion slapped aside as her brainwashed younger brother pounced on her. Gerome knew there wasn't a chance that she'd be able to bring her full might to bear on him for fear of hurting him and he wasn't trying to hurt her. He spurred Minerva to swoop downwards as her boots were unlaced and tossed aside but a sudden shape flying up from beneath him forced him to try and rein his steed. A woman floated before him suspended on a pair of butterfly wings and sporting a cruel smile.
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The sound of frantic laughter from below snapped him out of his confusion. He looked down to see his comrade's feet being ravaged by the quick fingers of the Princeling of Ylisse. He turned his back on the elf and flew down with the intent of saving his friend. He didn't see her snap his fingers and certainly didn't feel the various laces and clamps of his armor slowly unknot and undo themselves. It wasn't until his clothes simply seemed to fall from his form that he realized anything was even wrong. Inigo and Lucina both took shelter from the sudden bombing raid of Gerome's clothes that rained around them. They looked up at the Dragonknight who was rapidly flushing in embarrassment. Lucina waved for him to flee but was tackled back down by her enemy who began squeezing her hips.
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He tried again to descend and help her but what he thought was a cloud suddenly moved to block him. He managed to rein Minerva back in the nick of time but was still close enough to make out details. His heart caught in his throat as he realized that what he had thought was a cloud was actually a mass of wriggling, white feathers flying independently through some kind of enchantment. They swirled and fluttered together as one, turning towards him and Minerva as time almost seemed to slow. Gerome now saw that he had no assurance of coming out unscathed should he choose to dive down and rescue Lucina; however, if he flew away in retreat now then he could probably escape. He shook the idea away and divebombed towards Lucina wondering why he'd even entertained the idea of fleeing. He noticed too late that his trademark mask had been lost as well right as he felt light and fluffy tickling right at the corner of his eye. He snorted and tried to slap the feather away with his hand but quickly realized his mistake. As soon as his bared armpit was exposed, there were three fluffy plumes tracing the musculature and one tip twirling right in the center of the pink hairs hidden in there.
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Gerome roared with laughter and tried rearing Minerva away, but the moment one of his bared and pink size 15s slipped just an inch from his beloved wyvern's stirrup there were ungodly fluffy feathers fluttering all over his tough heel. The aerial specialist tried to hide his foot in the saddle but Minervy-kins took this as a signal to make a sudden hard turn. Gerome had to hunch over the saddle to keep from being thrown off and bite his lips as the feathers explored his bareback and seemed to be painting a picture back there. When he straightened up to try and get his wyvern back under control they started sliding along his ass cheeks and nearly scared him right out of his seat.
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Gerome reflexively thrashed and tried to kick at the feathers that were trying to sneak into one of his stirrups to get at his big bare foot, but that was a mistake as his massive boat of a foot was immediately devoured by feathers. They mercilessly forced themselves up into his arch, sawing between his toes and teasing up his ankle all the way to his calf. He futilely tried stuffing his foot back into his stirrup only to find that it too had been filled with feathers. He was struggling to try and direct Minerva with only one hand as the other was trying to shield his cock and balls from this cloud of maddening tickles. It was all quite entertaining to that idiot Inigo who watched it all from the ground, chuckling while he dragged the point of Gerome's discarded mask along Lucina's tender sole. The goofy dancer was tormenting her enough to make her capitulate, but whatever he was making her agree to Gerome couldn't make it out over the sound of his own laughter.
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The wyvern lord was laughing so hard that he was sweating bullets and allowing the feathers to brush along and slick up his skin. The sweat was working its way between his fingers and making his grip on his darling Minerva's reigns difficult. Finally, the feathers slipped beneath him and started teasing his pink nipples and Gerome went ballistic. He swatted at them and tried to cover his chest only for Minerva to panic at her rider's actions. His wyvern reared back in mid-air and, without any grip in his hands, the young man finally tumbled off his Minervy-kins’ back…
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Gerome sat up with a start in his bed. His toes curled and he wiped cold sweat from his forehead as he panicked at the momentarily unfamiliar scene. The young knight took a deep breath and steadied himself as he rationalized everything in his mind. It had all been a dream, nothing more. Yes, it had seemed real but it was nothing more than a nightmare brought on by his worries over this war and how many of his friends and allies had been abducted. All the same, part of him wanted to put his armor on, get up, and go check on Princess Lucina…but he rejected that idea. To visit another this late would give people the wrong idea and to do so in armor would make him seem even more unsavory. He'd see her tomorrow at roll call and then tell her at breakfast, or at least that’s what he reasoned to himself as the exhausted young man laid his head back down and closed his eyes. Had Gerome followed his gut and checked on his friend Lucina, he would have found her bed empty.
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The next morning Gerome was having breakfast just as he planned, alone as usual ever since Inigo and Morgan had been taken. He observed the other heroes as they ate casually and took his time as he watched each of them leave. Finally, he was alone in the dining hall with the dragon from the World of Binding, Idunn. The woman had always seemed hesitant in her every action and after finding about the evils that she had committed in her home world — albeit against her will — Gerome had put her on a mental list of people to watch. She hadn't taken a bite of her food in a while and seemed to be shaking slightly, something Gerome had immediately taken an interest in. Could it be her old curse taking the reins again?
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Without warning Idunn brought her fists down on the table and splintered it under her as she finally raised her voice. Gerome didn't understand at all what the dragon was yelling so loudly, and it wasn't until she drew closer that he realized that she was just laughing hysterically. He looked down to see the woman’s thick, size 14 feet were covered with some kind of slimy tentacles that were working their way between her toes and along their tops. Each step she took was heavy as if she was fighting against them, leading Gerome to believe they were very strong considering the Dark Priestess’s own incredible might.
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"You..win...do..what..you..say..tickle..boy," she mumbled out as she advanced on him. Gerome shoved his table over to try and slow her as he ran for the door to try and enlist some aid in restraining their ally, only to find that heavy chains were blocking his exit. He pounded on them and gasped as his clothes simply dissolved off of him. A pair of strong hands grabbed him by the waist and Idunn lifted him right out of his shoes to throw him over her shoulder. Gerome kicked at the woman and tried to force his way free. Being a hardened warrior meant nothing to as formidable a dragon as she, and his thrashing was treated as if he was a mere crying child. The pair of fingers that roughly poked into his soles though made the wyvern rider let out a high-pitched and thoroughly embarrassing noise.
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Idunn spidered her fingers along Gerome's soles and poked at each of his toes while he beat at her back with all of the strength he had. Still, each peal of laughter coaxed out of him only made him weaker and it wasn't as if anything he could muster physically could stop her. He felt a voice in the back of his mind suddenly, sneering at him that even with a weapon it would be useless; if she wanted his feet, they were hers. The dragon poked at his heels and made him rear up in ticklish agony as she carried him over to one of the still-standing dining tables. Like a hunter displaying a kill, she laid his panting form atop it. He tried to roll off and get his breath back but she quickly pressed her lips to his abdominals and blew, once again dissolving him down into helpless giggles and kicking.
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Gerome's vision was starting to blur from all the tears caught in the eyeholes of his mask so he didn't see Idunn reach for it. She ripped the last piece of covering on Gerome off and then proceeded to drag its tip along his chest and abdominals, making him scream for the aid of anybody who might be near. He begged for mercy as Idunn pressed her lips to each individual ab and blasted them with rough raspberries. She pinned his chin and dragged the point of his mask along his neck to make him titter like a schoolgirl. Only one other person had ever done that to him before, and when he looked up squealing man saw the merciless woman had been replaced by that very person. Gerome’s tearful eyes widened at the sight of Inigo laughing back at him, giving his friend a little twirl at being noticed before blowing a kiss and dragging the mask up again making him collapse back into giggles. He poked Gerome in the knee and dragged the accessory up his muscular thighs, gripping and stroking the breathless boy’s rock-hard length just as it exploded from his touch—
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Again, Gerome sat up with a start. He was in his bed once again but now he was sweating even harder than ever. A stain on his sheets told Gerome that even more liquid from the dream was real, and this time he resolved to check on the others after finding some clean nightclothes. His big feet didn't find the floor though as he swung them out of bed and put them down into what felt like…sand? The confused flier looked down and saw that the stone floor of Castle Askr was gone, seemingly replaced with white sand. He looked up and the ceiling had also vanished as now above him beat a sunny sky. He looked behind and found that even his bed was nowhere to be seen. A faint crash and now the sea was nearby as well. While he was trying to process all of this he finally noticed that his pale feet were now sinking into the golden sands. A splotch of color and he noticed something was rising from the sand before him as well.
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A pair of arms erupted from the earth and wrapped around his waist to pull him down further into the ground and the smiling empty head of Inigo came with them. Before Gerome could react the dancing fool had pressed his full lips into the flier’s navel and was exploring it with that silver tongue of his. Gerome fell back and sank even further as Inigo made sure to be atop him as he did so, tickling his ears as he used to in an attempt to get Gerome's mask to fall off. Eventually it did so, and as Gerome weakly tried to get it back the evil young mercenary instead took it and adorned his own handsome face with it as both boys fully sank neck-deep into the cool sand. Not even an inch was left between the red-faced Gerome and his captor’s now masked face, and neither of them could do a thing about it.
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Gerome opened his mouth to fuss at his friend but was silenced when the masked idiot crushed his lips against his own. He flushed from red to pink as not only did that tongue quickly invade his mouth and wrestle with his own, but a familiar pair of pillowy soft and deliciously large 14s suddenly cupped the flustered teen’s protruding head and ran his ears through their toes. He looked up to see Inigo's older doppelgänger Laslow smiling down at him and running a finger through his disheveled pink hair. Gerome could do nothing as the two attacked his trapped face in synchronicity with both face and foot. With the way his eyes were rolling back into their sockets it was no surprise he didn't notice a hysterical Nephenee being led towards them.
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The timid halberdier was in a bikini that she clearly was not a fan of due to her flushed features, but that also may have been due to the fuzzy strings all over her body. They were wrapped between her toes, fingers, and every other joint the young woman had as she was being controlled like a puppet by none other than the fairy Triandra floating above her. Poor Nephy was being forced to face her absolute worst fears: having her modest-yet-muscled body exposed, and also her country girl laugh on display in front of a bunch of people laughing. Granted, that current laughter wasn’t directed at her but that did little to assuage her as Triandra forced her to dig through the sand with her tickly bindings until she found her buried treasure.
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The half-naked lancer pulled the two pairs of sandy feet out against her will and set about gingerly picking each and every grain of sand of the four, dirty peets before her. They laughed into each other’s mouths just as hard as she did due to the new strings that wrapped around her bare breasts and powerful thighs. As she begged for mercy her thick accent made it near impossible to understand, and now a crowd of jeering people wearing noble garments had appeared from nowhere and surrounded the trio. They laughed at the big-footed idiot in the sand who thought he could dance to bring women joy but had stumbled atop another man instead. They laughed at the idiot who tried to hide from others amongst wyverns like a scared child and how pink and vulnerable he now was. They especially laughed at the idiotic bumpkin who laughed like a silly farmhand. All three screamed in ticklish agony as Gerome's eyes once again flew open...
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This time he wasn't in his comfortable bed. This time he was in rags lying on a pile of cloth that barely constituted one. He was surrounded by cold stone and his wrists and ankles were shackled together. He scanned the room for exits but instead spotted another prisoner who he recognized as Olwen of House Friege, a fellow Hero from the order. He tried to ask her a question but she simply hushed him pointed to the gate to their cell being opened. She got to her feet and helped him to his so that the two could exit out.
"It's better not to fight it. I've been brought here four times now and fighting it makes it much worse. This is the first time I've had an ally in here though."
Gerome pondered on how long the poor woman had been in here considering he'd seen her at breakfast, but the thought disappeared as he saw what awaited him.
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The two had been brought to an arena now where once again he stood upon sand, only this time it was before none other than Inigo; an entire audience of Inigos in fact. They all smiled and waved coquettishly at Gerome, making his skin crawl as he thought of what would happen should they charge. A roar from the other gate made him turn as their opponent entered the arena. Gerome's fists clenched as his darling Minerva was ridden out to battle by who he recognized to be Olwen's brother. She didn't look much happier at Reinhardt being here than he did, nor at the two other wyverns that flanked him with different riders. They charged as a group straight for the pair with such little warning that Gerome tripped over his own feet as he ran. In seconds Reinhardt's wyvern was atop him and Minerva's wet snout was dragging up his back. The tattered cloth was pushed up like sackcloth and Gerome could only pound his fists as this simulacrum of his beloved partner targeted one of his absolute worst spots. Despite the muscles built up by all his training with the axe and lance, a few soft strokes was all it took to drive Gerome into uncontrollable giggles.
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Not-Minerva's tongue came out and pulled his ragged shirt up further so she could sample the small of his back as more mature laughter alerted him to Olwen also being captured. Reinhardt had apparently dived off his steed to tackle her to the ground as she tried to aid Gerome. His gloved fingers danced in the woman's hairless pits while slowly coming forwards to stroke the sides of her modest breasts. She kicked and tried to strike him but it was as if he was made of iron. The other two wyvern riders dismounted and took an ankle each. Gerome recognized them as Prince Leif and the obnoxious General Kempf. Kempf stroked a sneering finger up the foot he held while reveling in the woman's torment while Leif instead nuzzled the foot and stuck his small nose between the long toes.
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Gerome was brought back to his own situation as the phantom Minerva now stroked her sharp claws down his back and made him quiver like a child. He pounded his fists in the dirt and bit his trembling lip at the waterfall of sensations attacking him. The sheer force of the reptile attacking his ticklish back had his fists squeezing sand between them. His cock fought against him by staying prime and erect even as he rutted in the dirt like an animal. The leaking organ finally released itself and quickly started sticking sand to its new coat as Gerome splayed out, spent and broken. He received no reprieve as a leathery wing hooked his arm and flipped him onto his back, allowing Minervy-kins to start cleaning her new steed’s private parts.
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The rough yet prehensile tongue of the animal wrapped around his member and pulled with enough force to actually lift him off the ground with it, which caused the crowd to cheer as more whiteness seeped out around Minerva's tongue. Some of the Inigos actually started getting out of their seats and charging towards the spectacles, jumping into the arena and landing in the sand. However, the few that did so were easy prey for the other two wyverns which knocked them over and quickly started sampling their delicious soles as they struggled.
"WHAHAHTEVER YOU WANT! NOHOO MOORE PLEASE BROTHER I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHKE IT!" Olwen shrieked at her attackers.
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Whatever it was wearing Reinhardt's face had pulled his sister into his lap and was running lightning-quick fingers along her modest chest. Meanwhile, Kempf had begun a mocking game of “This Little Piggy-Slut” with the toes of the foot he had taken for himself, while a flushed and panting Leif was sloppily chewing his way through the stirrup banded around the arch of her tanned size 7 foot. As the material gave way he noisily slurped and smacked his lips up and down the woman's foot while she shrieked a pledge of subservience that Reinhardt whispered into her ear.
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More Inigos charged than the two wyverns could pin for tickles and quickly set themselves up as a grasping mat that pulled Gerome into them for teasingly rough tickles as the wyvern continued to sloppily lick the ever-spilling seed from his chest. His fists were forced open and each of his fingers isolated and scratched at while one Inigo took both of his feet and used them as a fleshy defibrillator to shock the semen out of that dancer’s cock. Gerome moaned and begged while trying to resist but there was just too much. His eyes rolled back into his head as he came again and he closed them as his mask slipped off his face. When he opened them, once again the scene had changed...
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Now he could quickly feel the blood rushing to his head and a look down at the ground above him told him why. He looked over to see that this time his partner was the Emotionless Assassin, Beruka. The petite woman frowned at him and looked away rather than say anything, though Gerome could not help but notice the size 13 feet of hers. The two of them were completely naked as they hung here upside down, suspended by a pair of thick wooden stocks that had their feet trapped. Her long feet protruded over the lip just like Gerome's did and she cleared her throat when she caught him staring.
"Only for Lady Camilla," she said before indicating towards the source of some noise. Gerome watched a gate in the room below them and moaned as once more Wyverns filed into the room.
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He didn't recognize this one, but judging from the intake of breath from Beruka he surmised that she did. The great beasts craned their necks up and unleashed those long tongues of theirs. The two both had their hands bound behind their backs and as such were helpless as the long tongues explored their sensitive necks and chests. One wyvern with glowing eyes took particular pleasure in feasting on the short assassin's belly and trying to get into her navel. Despite her emotionless exterior, the wyvern rider was shrieking in laughter at the attack. Gerome himself wasn't faring much better as the tongues attacked his ears, which were a particularly sensitive spot for him, and teased his nose as well. This teasing was the worst as Gerome's entire body curled in preparation for a powerful sneeze that never came and allowed more long dragon tongues the opportunity to ravish his ticklish back.
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Both of them straightened out though at the feeling of fingers dancing along their feet. A pair of similar faces leered over at them, stroking away at their helpless soles. Inigo and Lazlow both paid very close attention to each and every one of the very worst spots on the feet they both cared for. Inigo pretending to pick lint off Gerome's strong arches while Lazlow gave Beruka pedicure advice and tried to simulate a pumice stone with his fingernails. The two thrashed side to side as the wyvern's tongues explored different spots that they could no longer cover. Gerome howled as his tight rear was explored, his knees savored and his heels scratched. Beruka screamed something through her torment and then went completely still.
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The Wyvern's lost interest in her immediately and now all focused intensely on Gerome who felt as if he was now in a tunnel of long tongues. The evil pair began to reel him in but ended up in a tug of war over their bait with the great lizards. Finally, he was pulled up into the waiting arms of Lazlow and Inigo who immediately began biting and sucking at his still sensitive and slimy neck. He barely noticed Inigo mischievously kick his stocks over the edge to give the dragons back their salt lick. However, as soon as it touched the wood a new set of stocks formed around his ankles and trapped his own feet just like Gerome's. Now his and the masked man's piggies were on the menu for the animals. Inigo tried to keep up with his other self but the feeling of the tongues getting between his toes and all along his heel was too much. He dissolved into a wheezing mess just like Gerome as the pair of Ylissean lads wheezed into Lazlow's chest while he tickled between their shoulder blades.
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Gerome just didn't have enough breath in his chest to try and stop Lazlow as the mercenary took the mask from the Wyvern Rider and placed it on a red-faced Inigo. The younger of the two was trying to beg for aid between wheezes but was having no luck, and honestly it was doubtful that Lazlow would have provided it anyway. Gerome mustered up the last of his strength to shove off of Lazlow and tumble over the edge down to the waiting dragons below. He braced himself for the impact but it never came. Instead, when he opened his eyes once again he was back in his bed. Terrified to move, he wondered if this was again another trick and stayed completely still. He blinked his tired eyes several times seeing if he could snap himself out of whatever hellish dream he was trapped in this time.
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After a solid few minutes of laying in the sweaty and sticky puddle, he heard a scream from down the hall. It came from the rooms of one of his fellow heroes and he tried to block it out, but he heard hysterical pleas and a voice that couldn't stop laughing. He mumbled to himself over and over about how obvious a trap it was, that if he just stayed still than he would wake up in his real bed and never sleep again. He begged to be able to do that but finally, he stood up on his still sticky soles and threw the sheets aside to charge out towards whoever needed aid. He ran down the hallway passing all the other bedrooms of his fellow heroes in the castle but noting that they were all sealed. He also noted with a rolling in his stomach the puddles of white seeping out from under each of the doors.
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He arrived at the only open room and found Miss Delthea from the world of Echoes under attack by two tall, flame-haired assailants. One had her pinned to the bed and was running his fingers along her sides while the other had the young woman's small feet trapped under her arm and was devilishly running painted nails along the pudgy soles. Gerome grabbed the one on the bed by the shoulders and threw him off of her only to be blindsided by another figure that he hadn't noticed tackling him from the side. This one didn't have as much strength as the man he'd just thrown off his ally but she was certainly quick. Her fingernails raked Gerome's hips and quickly had the wyvern rider squirming and thrashing.
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He managed to get her off of him and pulled Delthea free of the one that had her feet. He grabbed a sheet and pulled it over both of them as a form of thin protection. Quickly there were six hands digging into his skin through the thin cotton as he shielded Delthea. The three redheaded tickle monsters each attacked different places: Michalis mounting Gerome from behind and digging into his armpits while trying to pull the sheet off, Minerva scratching at his sides to try and get him out of the way and Maria scratching at strong soles to try and get them to move so she could grab Delthea's little ankles and drag her out. Delthea tried to frantically mumble some kind of spell as he bought them time with his body.
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The feeling of teeth on his heel though made Gerome squeal and he felt himself crumbling.
"Just hang on! I know this spell and I can get us out of here, I just need a minute!"
"N-nehehenngh thehehehn do it! I hahaha don't know hohow long I can hohold this!"
Gerome felt wiggling digits and jumped as Michalis and Minerva both shoved strong toes up into his ribs and started running the digits along the ticklish skin there. The movement allowed a questing hand in under him that just brushed its fingertips along Delthea's ankle and cause the mage to squeak in terror and interrupt her spell.
"Fohohcus! I can't hohold this much lohonger!"
"Oh shut up! I know how this goes! This is like the fifth time this has happened! Just as I'm about to finish the spell you turn and help them every time! Then I get tickled pink while you all tell me to give in! I don't know why you’re the weird mask guy now instead of Lu, but it's not gonna work!"
"N-ohooo! I'm reeheeal! Juhuhst say the spehehll and gehet us out of here! Quihickly before he-"
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Gerome felt a weight on his back and a familiar voice whispered through the sheets a "hello" before biting his ear and making him tumble into a giggly pile. In seconds Delthea was dragged out from under him to a joyous squeal of "PIGGIES TIME!" from Maria. Michalis and Inigo produced ropes and looped them over the sheet the frantic flier had tried to hide under. They pulled his head out so they had Gerome trapped in a blanket burrito from his neck down to his toes. In the distance, he could hear a hysterical Delthea being asked if each individual piggy surrendered by Minerva and Maria. Finally, with a scream, she relented and earned a muffled congratulations from the sisters that sounded like it came from mouths full of toes.
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Gerome's observation of the situation was hindered as his sight was suddenly blocked by two big pairs of feet being pressed over his face. Michalis rubbed his all over the wyvern rider's face while Inigo bent to snatch the mask from Gerome's face before replacing it with his 14s. The mercenary and the king's feet both jockeyed for position atop a helpless Gerome's face until it just devolved into the pair playing footsie right there over Gerome's pinkened nose. The hero struggled in his bindings with no choice but to slowly feel himself being sucked into the rosy pink of the two men's soles filling his vision and be painfully aware of his cock feeling as if it was about to rip through the blankets itself.
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Minerva and Maria came back to join in and decided to run feathers all along the suspicious bump in the blankets, making the poor man spill his seed instantly. They didn't stop though as the blanket blocked the wetness and allowed the pristine feathers to continue their work all along his ticklish pecker. He was quickly teased into a second tickly climax due to how his body seemed to be reacting favorably to his sightlessness. What a time to discover a new kink, he swore as his cock twitched back up beneath the sticky blankets and his world started to spin. Before he blacked out once more, he heard them speak about how they only had time to grab one more out of the dreams...
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This time when Gerome woke he was still bound. The blankets wrapped around him hadn't been removed and were still sticky for that matter. The only notable difference was all just positioning. Now rather than a soft bed beneath his back it was cold ground under his stomach, and the one tormenting him sitting on his back. Whoever it was they were too light to be Inigo or Michalis, but his attempt at communication was stopped once more by feet being pressed on his face. This time the pale blue skin immediately revealed who was squeezing his hips while sadistically cackling for her bronco to buck. Her name was Kronnya and she was a new-ish recruit to the order who'd been a problem several times already.
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Gerome had been forced to step in a number of times to deal with issues between her and some of the more abrasive heroes. It had started with Raigh asking her why a "Hero" could possess as dark and malevolent an aura as hers. They'd traded threats before she'd been led away by that Death Knight and Raigh had been held back his brother. The next day a sheepish Raigh had apologized to her and earned a cackling reproach from the lunatic who'd laughingly forced the young shaman to drink a glass of milk which he was known to hate. The boy had done it and she'd laughed heartily at his humiliation before ruffling his hair and calling him a cute kid. The next night Gerome and several others had been on hand to break up the melee as apparently, Kronya had once again stolen into Raigh's quarters to tickle torture the mage but this time had been tricked. The Dark Child had asked a swordmaster to change rooms with him, and both Karel and Kronya had destroyed the boy’s bedroom in their scuffle before being restrained.
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Since then the woman had earned a reputation to be avoided and those that didn't usually showed up the next day capitulating to her. Gerome had steered a good few away from her himself but he hadn't thought till now that he was on the psycho's radar.
"What a dream! First I get to keep breaking that stupid young empress and her blasted professor into drooling tickle sluts like they deserve, but now I've got that brooder who’s always watching me to play with? Hey cutie how many toes do you have? How many do you wanna keep? Hahaha!"
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Gerome's asscheeks were squeezed through the blanket making him arch his neck and allowing the Agarthian to force her size 8's beneath so that she could twist her unearthly physique and force his face down into them.
"Hahaha! I can't wait to see who else I'm gonna get tonight! I haven't had this good a time in-PHHHMMP?!"
The weight on his back was removed and the feet dragged away. He could hear signs of a struggle and frenzied laughter from both the assassin and Inigo.
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It sounded as if his former friend was on the losing side until he heard the various sounds of several others joining the fight. Kronya fought hard but when he was hoisted up by two of the ladies he hadn't been able to save, she was bound the exact way he was. Her feet protruded in front of her defenselessly and when he looked down Gerome saw that his now did so as well. Inigo seized his ankles and Lazlow seized hers as the lookalikes brought the two pairs of feet to face each other, smiling at their captives’ plight.
"Now let's see who's quicker on their feet shan't we Inigo?"
"Why I do believe this will be quite interesting Lazlow. I'm confident that our femme fatale's footsies will overcome my Gerry bear here. Those big pillows of his were never very agile."
"Hmmm, why I'll take the opposite tact and say that my old hero will vanquish evil. I remember quite a bit about Gerome and quite vividly. I never saw a pretty woman de-feet him if you'll pardon my pun."
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Having had enough talking Kronya seized the initiative and danced the toes of her smaller feet right over Gerome's soft soles while he was distracted, plunging him into deep laughter. She quickly darted her feet all over Gerome's soles while he tried to shield one foot with the other. Kronya was vicious however, and whenever one foot tried to hide she would pivot to target it and drag it out for some pointed footsies. Gerome simply took the abuse and didn't even attempt to fight back.
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"ENOUGH," a booming voice echoed through the darkness. The ground seemed to shimmer as Hel rose from it flanked by her two newest generals, the fairies Triandra and Plumeria.
"This one doesn't even fight back! You two had impressed me with this plan until now but now your drawing to the end of the night and you've still yet to be able to conquer either of these two. Everyone you trapped in this web must succumb or we'll get none."
"My queen, allow your humble servant to make a proposition," Triandra said as she gestured to the two locked in this game of forced footsies. "As you know we can only enter the minds of those not already broken to you. Why not offer a prize? Dear Gerome, should you win here and make this woman surrender herself than those two behind you will be returned to Askr's embrace."
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Gerome's eyes bulged beneath his mask as he looked up at Inigo and Lazlow who didn't even flinch.
"Dear Inigo, did she mean us?"
"Why Lazlow I do believe she did."
"Why whatever would we even do should we be released? I do so enjoy this life."
"I am quite the same, my other-self. I can't even imagine a life like that."
"However Gerome, should you lose than these women will go free. In the same vein, we will release you Kronya, should you claim victory."
Gerome looked as behind the assassin from Fodlan filed in Olwen, Lucina, Delthea, Idunn, and Beruka as well as Nephenee all filed in behind Kronya. Each of the women's face was red and streaked with tears, it seemed as if this entire time the tickling had not stopped.
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Before Gerome could say anything once again Kronya launched another attack but this time Gerome countered her. Using his superior strength he pinned one of her feet between his own and wiggled his toes against the trapped sole. Kronya yelped and tried to hold in her laughter while using her other foot to try and save the trapped one. Gerome grit his teeth as well to endure her little toes darting along the foot that was acting as his shield so that he could keep her pinned. When Kronya's dam broke, it shattered and she was ugly-laughing while turning red. Gerome wanted to smile at it but Kronya's free foot was still viciously trying to claw its way in spite of its owner snorting like a hog.
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Gerome felt that one foot he had captive starting to slowly worm its way free and knew that if it got away he would be doomed to full blast footsies himself, and he doubted he'd be able to stand it for long. The young man felt a slight tingling in both of his feet but didn't think much of it, instead noting Kronya's toes seeming to look as if they were scaling up his own feet. His seemed small from this angle compared to her massive ones, and only too late did Gerome realize what had happened. On orders from Hel to make this more interesting, Triandra with her absolute control of this dream had not only made Kronya's feet enlarge but Gerome's shrink as well. Soon the wyvern rider was sporting a pair of size 6's that quivered before Kronya's whalish 17's! The psychopathic "hero" licked her lips and began moving these great flippers of hers like a brush to gently paint up and down Gerome's new, doll-like little toesies. His mask gave a stern face but his trembling lips showed his opponent how much of an effect she was having and just how close she was to leaving this idiot to his giggling fate. She enclosed his tiny tootsies between her own massive, fleshy walls and started rolling them back and forth between her warm soles. Gerome's will broke and he erupted into laughter, not the deep laughter he had been affecting all his life either but the true laughter that only his Mother, Inigo, and a select few others had managed to coax out of him. It was nasally, hurt his throat, and punctuated with deep wheezes that only someone who flew high in the sky could know. Gerome was sucking down the air in this laugh as if it was thin.
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Kronya herself laughed at the state she had reduced this idiot to and didn't even notice as once again Hel's minions tweaked everything. Gerome's feet grew back to their old size but Kronya didn't even notice as hers continued to grow. Before she realized anything was wrong her feet were so big that she could no longer even flex them. Instead, all she could do was take it as Gerome took her own paintbrush technique and used it against these house-sized tootsies before him. He tried to regain his demeanor as if his face wasn't currently cherry red and streaked with tears, but couldn't as this was the Gerome Hel wanted to take.
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To keep the other one from returning Lazlow and Inigo joined the footsie duel to try and save the now helpless Kronya but found themselves turned against each other. Gerome ducked his feet between the two and propelled them into each other to keep the two versions of his friend tickling each other rather than him. He was so engrossed by the sights and sounds of Inigo essentially tickling himself that he didn't even catch Kronya's giggly concession until she was dragged laughing into the shadows by the other ladies. He watched Inigo and Lazlow fade and remembered where he was finally. He was glad that though he was doomed he had at least returned some of his friends to safety.
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"Wonderfully done my new pet. You captured us quite a bevy of beauties and sent those two to haunt the dreams of Castle Askr."
"What?! You said you would free them!"
"What I said was that I would return them to Askr. Which I did! In the form of a curse. Now any who slumber in that Castle are fair prey for those two and really what could be a better way to spend the night? And in exchange, I will take you as well just as promised. Now...don't you think it's time you finally woke up?"
Hel reached down and removed Gerome's mask as everything went white...
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With a start, Gerome's eyes flew open to his worst dream yet. He lay atop the tall and bony form of the Queen of Hel herself, cold and skeletal fingers tracing along his nipples. He looked down at the foot of this massive black feather bed to see both of his feet being nuzzled and savored by Lazlow and Inigo. The sound of hysterical laughter reached his ears finally and he looked around to see the fates of the others he'd failed as well through teary eyes.
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Lucina, the Future Witness was sat as if she was a doll rather than a warrior princess upon none other than the laps of the male and female versions of the tactician Robin. Both white-haired mages pinched and kneaded her stomach while she flailed her manacled hands to try futilely and ward the gremlinous little Morgan from getting his tongue between her toes. Every time she tried to get away she was met by the manicured nails of Aversa chasing her right back into the Robin's embrace.
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Olwen, the Blue Mage Knight lay on her stomach with only her cape and shoulder pads to cover her naked form. She hid her face in her own similarly shackled hands so as to try and hide the effect that the wet smacking and gnawing at her feet was having on her. Sat upon her back was the horrid tickle monster that used to be her lord Leif. His mind taken and scrubbed by this world until he gave himself completely to his fetish. Now he bit and nibbled at Olwen's feet at Hel's command to do the same to her.
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Beruka, the Quiet Assasin now howled the loudest of all as her arms were trapped behind the powerful legs of the once-proud Eldigan who now hunched over to press his lips into her belly and blow loud and repeated raspberries to keep her bucking. Despite how the rest of her body jiggled her feet were kept still as they were trapped in a hold by Eldigan's son, Ares who repeatedly tried to count each of the pudgy digits but kept losing track and having to start over due to Beruka's emotional outbursts.
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Delthea, the Free Spirit was now curled up into a ball as Alm and Lukas had each taken one of her tiny feet for themselves. On his lord's instruction, Lukas was dragging along the tiny sole to keep the girl going mad while following a diagram of where to move it that Alm was constantly updating with a feather quill on Delthea's other sole. From what Gerome could see of her face Delthea's eyes had glazed over from the constant tickly sensations that had chased her over from her dreams.
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Nephenee, the Fierce Halberdier was the most unique of these tortures so far. The poor country mouse sat completely naked sans her helmet. The woman's tongue hung out as she used it repeatedly to attack not only the pale foot of the mage Henry that she held but also her own that she had bent up to be in range. She looked to be in utter ticklish agony and it took Gerome but a moment to remember that trick of Henry's. The pale lunatic's fingers shown as he magically forced her to not only worship her own foot but to also mercilessly lap at his.
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Kronya, the Gleaming Blade wasn't much different than poor Nephenee. Her thighs were spread wide to accommodate the three men whose backs she kneeled on and on who's bare asses her fingers danced. Tobin, Gray, and Kliff squirmed beneath the monster and all laughed equally at the attacks on their juicy rears however Tobin and Grey fought back by having each seized a foot and scratching hard at the toes. Kliff trapped between his friends could do nothing but laugh, however. The three hadn't been broken in by Hel just yet but considering how quickly Kronya had taken to viciously tickling people mad, she had had the three brought up from the dungeons to accommodate her. All four laughed equally hard and wheezed for breath.
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Gerome struggled to get a hand free from Hel's grasp and when he finally did reached it towards his face to try and remove his mask and wake up. He went cold as he felt nothing but his hot face and realized now that everyone in the bed had stopped laughing from tickles and now laughed at him.
"Poor child, this is no dream. You now are in your new reality. A life of soft fluffy tickles and forever and I, your new owner, have crafted you a new mask to signify it. We were all waiting for you to wake so that we could all greet you and carry you off to the baths."
Hel produced a mask that for all intents resembled Gerome's old one, however, protruding from every corner were fluffy black feathers as she brought it closer to him reached towards him while vibrating. He tried to resist but the Queen easily overpowered him and as the feathers worked themselves behind his ears and along his nose, he lost his ability to complain in the endless laughter as he was carried away by his new owner.
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