Lake Superior
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Xane giggled to himself at the sounds of chaos behind the door he'd just closed. It had been a simple prank, spilling juice onto Ogma's clothes, that helped him lead the vexed merc to what he'd claimed was a changing room. His incessant blathering kept the blond distracted long enough to corral him through the door, and by the time Ogma realized they were actually in King Surtr's bedroom it was too late. The redheaded had already slammed the door behind him and left the shirtless, trunk-clad sap trapped in the room with an extremely frisky Niles, who'd just been watching a distracted “Corrin” wiggle his toes at him from down in the courtyard. Xane was particularly proud of having been that Corrin who'd put on the show to get the archer up and moving.
His shapeshifting powers had made it easy to play the part of the barefoot prince, just as they'd made it even easier to masquerade as Rolf and perform his entire charade. He'd make a note to lead the green-haired candy fiend to Niles and Ogma later. It'd be a while though; he'd seen Niles already ripping the warrior’s socks off with his teeth as he'd closed the door. The curious freelancer kind of wanted to sneak a peek, but he also didn’t want to risk getting himself dragged in there too. He knew about the erotic games Niles liked and had made a point of avoiding him since the one-eyed trickster had figured out his powers.
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Xane shivered as he remembered the night where he'd forgotten to lock his own door and awoken to find himself tied up beneath the silver-haired perv. Niles had bitten and sucked at the redheaded dragon's feet until he'd capitulated and used his shape-changing to make his own cock bigger. That had been a mistake as it just encouraged his tormentor to sandwich the red-tufted organ between his own dusky soles, pumping it lustfully until the manakete obliged again and enlarged his feet as well. Niles had prolonged this game until reaching the limits of Xane's powers, which topped out at somewhere around a size 20 with a 1½-foot-long cock. He'd been eager to play with the cartoonish proportions of his little pet but had been interrupted by Surtr dragging him off with him for their own “playtime”.
Xane made sure to lock his doors and windows from that point on but still occasionally saw Niles hanging around his room with all kinds of things and slept somewhere else. No point in tempting fate he supposed, and it was simple for him to just don somebody else's form and spend the night in their bed instead. He was quite fond of using Titania for that as it was an excuse to have Rhys in his arms, who would never complain as he plucked at his ribs while they dozed. It was sweet and relaxing, and no matter how many times he did it they never caught on. Humans were so stupid! Why should he listen to them and only relegate his tricks to a single month? It was more fun to get people when they were unaware and didn't expect them in November!
Xane whistled to himself as he thought about his next stunt, unware that he was attracting attention. He thought about sneaking another feather into Lifis' shoes but stopped to think about where he'd get one. He was barred from the pegasus stables at this point and there was no way he'd be able to get close enough to pluck another off the Raven King. No matter what shape he took, that stool pigeon could smell him coming. He remembered the last time he'd tried to swipe some plummage while disguised as the man's own wife! He'd gotten right beside him before Naesala’s trap had been sprung. Taking Xane's wrists in his hands, he'd pulled the dragon into his lap and pinned his hands above his head as his shirt had rolled up.
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Xane rubbed his stomach and remembered the feeling of those inky feathers on it with a shudder. At least he'd picked a few out of his navel the next day for future use. Bird Boy had made it very clear that if he ever came near his wings again, he'd spend a whole day flying the dragon around the castle upside-down and giving his feet a going over.
"I'll turn you into a quivering siren, boy. Don't test me!"
Xane couldn't help but giggle at the stern words from the very man who had been brought to tears when ladies Thorr and Loki decided to test their manicures on his wings. He'd had a good time laughing at the show but made sure to keep his voice down. Lady Loki enjoyed having a fellow shapeshifter around a bit TOO much. He snapped out of his thoughts as he saw someone coming around the corner, and he hid himself behind a decorative tapestry. They probably weren't Lady Loki, but you could never be too careful around here.
Peeking out he saw that it was Navarre, the moody swordsman. Not exactly somebody, he was afraid of, even if he had pranked him good a few times in the past. That one time he'd lured the brunette to Michalis' room stood out in particular. What a sight it had been when Xane had pretended to be Micky himself to keep the longhair entertained until the real one came back. What an expression he'd had as he'd been dragged in there by Micky and his new friend Narcian. Xane couldn't help but giggle about it even as he was trying to stay quiet, and that giggle turned into a yelp when he was tackled through the curtain. His resisting was quelled by a pair of strong arms holding him still as the drawstring for the piece of art was used to tie it tightly, essentially trapping him in a clothed burrito.
He struggled in there for a bit until a hand reached in and pulled his head out the top. He looked up at a bemused Navarre with his arms crossed, still in the same spot he'd been when Xane last peeked. It wasn't until a pair of fingers tickled along the back of his neck that the ginger looked up and saw who'd just taken him down. A mop of blue hair framed a pair of bright-blue eyes as Prince Marth smiled down at his dragon-pal from back in the day.
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"Hey, Chainy~"
"Ugggh I've told you before, it's Xane! No pet-names Princey!"
"I always giggle when you say that with a straight face! Sometimes you do, too!"
Marth's nails dug into a sensitive spot behind Xane's ears and sure enough, soon he was giggling along with him. The dragon shook his head back and forth at the tickles, not at all appreciating being used as a prop nor the irony of his statements. Navarre approached them and planted a bare foot right on Xane's head before grinding it around. It seemed like the man of few words did in fact remember Xane's prank. He smirked at the way this youthful-looking immortal was writhing down there, until Marth took him by the ankle. Navarre's eyes widened as those nails dug right into his sole as well. The swordsman flailed his arms goofily as Marth's fingers danced down his sole, plucking at each wrinkle and paying special attention to the toes.
Xane tried to shift his form to get out of the curtain while Marth was distracted, but the prince noticed immediately. He squeezed his thighs together on either side of the captured dragon and slid a finger into each of the trickster's ears. Xane gasped and then broke down into whimpers as they started scritching around inside the cups of his ticklish ears. He tried to bury his face in his shoulder but that just earned a disappointing cluck of the tongue from Marth.
"Oh no you don't! You give me that goofy laugh of yours, Chainy! I heard it nonstop when you replaced poor Navarre's moisturizer with massage oil. You laughed up a storm at how sensitive his skin was after that! Why, Ogma had to carry him around cause of how ticklish his feet got! Remember that Navarre?"
Navarre glowered as he did remember that, and quite vividly. Not only did Ogma still keep a bottle of that massage oil now but so did Lady Hel, and he'd found himself slicked up with it more than a few times to have his long legs tickled. He kept the various things he wanted to say to himself and instead walked over to sit down on Xane's ankles sticking out the bottom of the curtain. Marth clapped in delight at having been able to convince the moody swordsman to join in. Navarre started slow, a single finger on Xane's heel swirling around the little point before scratching the top of it in a straight line that traveled down Xane's foot.
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The dragon bit back his chuckles at first, but he completely lost it when Navarre got down to his toes. He started throwing his head in all directions in a frenzy at the feeling that was about to get so much worse. Navarre laid atop his legs and pressed his cheek to the manakete’s sole. Using one finger, he pinned the middle toe of Xane's foot to the ground and stretched his sole taut. Just the feeling of the swordsman's breath on his skin had Xane trembling, but when he pressed his mouth up into the toes and started grazing his teeth along the stem of the trapped digit, he made the man's eyes water.
Marth put his hand to his forehead and did an exaggerated, fake swoon at Navarre's actions. He giggled while laying upon the tightly tied Xane and soon he found his victim doing the same. That may have been because Marth's scrumptious size 12's were now snuggling the trickster's cheek and fiddling with his ears, but who really knew? Xane wasn't complaining; the princey's feet were stunning after all. They were long soles with graceful toes, warm and inviting skin, and a hint of musculature beneath that really exemplified the “Hero” part of the Hero-King. Normally Xane could play with pretty peets like these for days, but he'd always been more of a giver than a receiver. The way they were running along his cheeks right now was making his face heat up quite nicely, and their lavender scent was making the dragon dizzy. Granted, that could have been attributed more to Navarre's nibbling on his feet.
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Cutting through the sound of Xane's breathy guffaws and the rhythmic smacking of Navarre's lips was a contented yawn. Marth hadn't quite expected his mischief to work quite so well and was growing a bit tired. Honestly, he'd been impressed before with how well Xane's pranks always played out, but if it was this easy then maybe that just meant he was a bit of a bimbo? He reached his arms out as he considered resting his cheeks on Xane's own before finding the curtain a bit too abrasive. Instead, he reached over to take a certain myrmidon’s size 12's by the ankles and rest his sleepy head on them. The feeling of Marth taking him by the ankles again made Navarre's back arch, and that cheek-to-sole contact had the long-haired man gulping down an almost feline yowl. He'd been caught on a day where Ogma had taken advantage of how a deep a sleeper he was and had his tootsies sparkling with baby oil when he'd woken up. He'd been wincing from residual tickles with every step today and now Marth's baby-soft cheek had tears pricking up in his eyes. He gagged himself by wrapping his teeth around the ball of Xane's foot, making the dragon yip like a dog. Marth meanwhile was almost in a trance. He always forgot about how gorgeous Navarre was after a bit of tender loving care, and often would he dream about these feet as he dozed atop them.
The swordsman’s sturdy heels still bore the hints of bunions long since scrubbed away by the combined forces of many a tickly horror in this castle. Still, the hints of imperfection made them feel more perfect somehow, and Marth was drawn to nuzzle his nose into the parts of the soft skin and imagine the hard parts that previously had been there. Navarre's soles were shapely and defined, bearing high arches to the point that one could mistake these for the captive feet of a royal or nobleman rather than an ill-tempered mercenary. A finger could slide into the curved shape and find that his foot practically seemed to have been made to be tickled. While doing so they'd see the frantic way that the long toes of Navarre's foot would wiggle in a frenzy, betraying how this teasing made him feel even if his lips were sealed in protection of his fragile ego. Navarre was ticklish here, there was no doubt; but even as a ticklish toy, he was still a stubborn, stubborn man.
This same pigheadedness was what inspired Navarre to sink his teeth even deeper into Xane's heel to cover up his laughter. The dragon let out a prolonged squeal that eventually just became a snorting laugh as Navarre's breath started to tickle the sensitive skin of his sole. Xane's feet in their natural shape were nothing impressive, though not unremarkable as they were quite cute due to how he managed to upkeep them with his powers. Toes so straight it was like he'd never worn shoes, and a heel so plush it was as if he'd been carried his whole life. If Navarre hadn't been trying to block out the tickles on his own sole, he would have probably doted on these cute treasures. Marth had done so a good few times, and so the feet of this little tickle pig were fair game. Navarre's eyes were squeezed shut so he couldn't really appreciate the natural blush of Xane's sole, nor the way his short toes were perfectly shaped in a way for fingers to slide between them. Instead, all Navarre could do was bury his face in them to the point where his quivering eyelashes alone were driving Xane nuts.
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There was a big, silly grin so wide on Xane's face that he could almost feel wrinkles starting to develop. Every time he stopped gritting his teeth all manner of embarrassing noises would spill out, sometimes a "PFFFHEHEH!" or other times a "GEHEHEHE!". One time when he tried to kick his foot, Navarre pinned it down and proceeded to suck on the deepest part of the dragon's arch to make him let out a "GUAHAH!". The swordsman was enjoying Xane's foot, despite it not being very big at a size 8. Just a flick and Navy could send his finger down the whole ticklish foot while getting a new noise out of Xane with an "OOOAHAH!" He thought for a minute about staying the night here and cataloging all the noises he could wring out of this jester.
His plans were cut short though by a bright shimmer that quickly enveloped him. Navarre was startled at a sudden feeling of weightlessness before he fell with a thud onto a hard surface. Navy blinked in surprise before his ankles were brought together and clamped down with his wrists being forced to either side of his head. He pulled at them for a second before he became aware of the sound of laughter around him. He looked down and saw that he recognized this table he was atop much too well. He heard giggling and went pale as he recognized the voices.
"So glad you could join us, Navarre! It's just not the season without a centerpiece, and you just look so good on this table!"
Princess Caeda giggled as she dragged the prongs of the fork in her hand along his sole. Navarre bit his lip and started to flush with the effort of holding it in. She giggled and started lightly pricking the pads of his toes to help get that nice laugh out.
"Awww c'mon Navarre! Let us hear your laugh! I and the Princess know how pretty it is, but we want the others to hear it as well!"
Navarre's eyes went wide at the sound of the only voice he feared. Before he could even look up at the new tormentor, a pair of small hands had invaded his helpless armpits and began digging away at them. Her fingers danced along the muscles in there, and she cooed at the way his long hair went everywhere as he shook his head madly. Navarre hadn’t known that Phina had even been captured, otherwise he surely would have stayed in his room today. Instead, it looked as if he was going to have a long Thanksgiving…
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Back in the halls, a dozing Marth hadn't even noticed the missing swordsman. Instead, the bluenette cuddled closer to the mummified Xane and sighed in his sleep. His feet still rubbed along the dragon's cheeks, but with nobody holding his ankles anymore it was child's play for Xane to slip his form from the curtain with some creative application of his powers. He looked at the dreaming Princey with some mischief in mind, but he hesitated upon recalling what happened the last time he tried pranking Marth in his sleep.
Marth was stronger than he looked, and Xane had ended up pulled close to the man's chest and used as a ticklish teddy bear. He remembered how Marth's fingers had played with his nipples all night and thought it would be better to let Sleeping Princey lie. He beat a hasty retreat to go find a new activity to busy himself with. Mischief wasn't going to make itself, after all. Halloween forever! The redheaded scamp didn't have to go far before he found another situation begging for pranking. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he slipped into a form better suited for the situation.
"Thirty-five! Thirty-six! Thirty-seven!"
A small puddle of sweat had formed on the ground, drop by drop it trickled down from the cheeks of a brunette knight doing pushups. Roderick didn't view himself as very remarkable and as such went a bit overboard with his daily training. If he couldn't be a master knight, then he would at least be a damned good one! He kept his ankles pressed together in perfect form as he continued counting, never noticing the oddly colored serpent slithering towards him. His size 12's were bare just like any good "guest" in Castle Muspel, and to a creature as low to the ground as a snake it was like approaching a pair of pink obelisks.
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"Forty-nine, Fifty, Fifty-one..."
Xane struck quickly, his body zipping up the size 12 sole and quickly constricting the ankles together. All Rody could get out was a strangled "Wha-" before a forked tongue darted out and started laying into his rounded heel. The light, flicking tickles of the tongue made Rody giggle, but not hard enough to interrupt his workout. He shook a bit at first but soon enough had his breathing back under control, doing his best to go ahead with his training.
"Sixty-fihihive, Sihihixty-six, Sihihixty-seven hehehe! Who's bahahack there?!"
Xane paused his fun with this tasty saltlick to add a new level of intrigue to this prank. Mimicking voices was easy as pie for a shapeshifter, and he couldn't help but giggle at his deceit as he adopted a softer and breathy voice to sound like an acquaintance of his.
"Calm down Rody, you need to relax your muscles when you train like this, or you’ll risk pulling something. I'm just helping you unwind a bit as you do so. Like a good Prince, I need to take care of my knights and give back when I can."
"Oh! Apoohohlogies! Sehehventy-three, Prince Mahaharth! Seheventy-four. Fahahar be it from me to tehehll you to stohohp, as I hahahe pleehehdged my bohohody to yoohou my Prihince! Seventy-fihihihive."
Xane smiled inwardly. So easy, but Rody had always been gullible.
"So formal Roderick! I've warned you about that before. We are friends, allies, comrades, and many other things that come before Knight and Prince. I think I know just the thing to help you remember that...coochie-coochie-coo!"
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The tongue was back and Rody laughed as if he'd missed it. Xane started nibbling his teeth at the knight's sculpted heel and enjoyed how the lancer’s form started to shake. He pictured the brunette splashing down had into that puddle of sweat he'd made and planned to reveal his prank then. Or maybe he'd pin the whole thing on somebody else? He wracked his brain on what face could make the normally good-natured Rody feel like taking revenge. The obvious one was his own but maybe he could try—
"Prinihince Marth it tihihckles sohoho muhuch, Eighty-twhohoho! Mehehercy! I'm abohohut to fahahall! Eighty-threeheheehee!"
Xane was about to give a cheeky response about how if Roderick should fall then he'd get it, but a hand closed around his serpentine body and stopped his words cold. Rody let out a groan as a young man sat down on his back and crossed his legs. He kept Xane in his snake form clenched in one hand and started tracing a gentle finger down the snake's belly before reassuring Rody.
"Okay, okay Roderick. You've done well but I know you like challenges. Just keep going as me and my friend play on your back. If you fall though, then you'll get it!"
The real Marth smiled at how the little snake in his hand wiggled as he stroked its tum. Sure enough, the little thing started to grow in his hand until there was now a fully grown dragonling in his lap, wailing away as Mar-Mar dug into his belly meat. Roderick grunted under the new weight but kept on counting. He hadn't stopped doing push-ups yet so the whole scenario change went unnoticed. He never even wondered where Xane came from because that pest was always sneaking up on people.
"WAHAHA WHEHEHERE DID YOU COHOHOME FROM?!"
"Shhh Chainy, Rody's trying to count! He needs to get to 100, and it'd be a shame if he lost count before that! You need to work out more yourself, just look at these ribs of yours. It's not healthy for them to just jut out like this. Let's help Roderick out, my cute little dragon pal. How many ribbies do you have here? Hmm One, two, three..."
"Ahahaha! Dahahngit! Mahahahrth that tihihckles! And stahahp calling me thahaht!"
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Admirably, Roderick's pace hadn't slowed. Marth and his ticklish friend rose and fell as he continued to count off his push-ups.
"Eighty-three, Eighty-one, four...wait...."
"Fiiiiive ticklish dragon ribbies, kitchy-kitchy! Siiix pinchable dragon ribbies, tickle-tickle! Seeeeeven adorable little dragon ribbies begging for attention!"
Xane kicked his legs in Marth's grip, but the prince held him in his arms as he picked each rib delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Roderick wobbled a bit under the two of them but kept going with his push-ups, choosing to keep to himself how he'd lost count and just start over from seven. Marth strummed Xane's chest he was playing an instrument and only sped up at the dragon's pleas for mercy. The redhead's chest rippled as he attempted to slip into a new form and slip away, but the prince had seen him pull this before. Instead, Marth placed his lips to Xane's belly and with all the grace possible let out a big, royal—
"*PBBBBTPPLFF*!!"
"BAHAHAHAH! NOHOOHO! STAHAHP! I HAHAHAHTE THAHAHAT!!"
"Hmm? What's that? Sorry Chainy but I can't hear you. It's kind of loud when I blubber your ticklish tummy like this. What is it that you hate?
*PFPFBPTPLP!*
"OOHOHOoohahaha! Thahaht! I hahahte that!"
Rody wobbled under them again due to the surprising amount of force that Marth was putting out with those raspberries, as well as Xane, getting more frantic with his shaking. The second one had Xane gasping like he couldn't breathe so Marth tried to give him CPR. Though instead of the lip on lip, Mar-Mar planted his lips on the belly like the airhead he was and blew.
*PBBPBPTTFLT!*
"GAHAHAHUhuhu!! Stahap! I hahahate it!"
"Oh? You won't tell me what you hate? It's okay Chainy, I'll just keep blowing blubbers down here to help you feel better about whatever's got you down."
"NO! DAMMIT WAI—"
*PBIBTBBF!!*
"WAHAHAHAH OOHOH IT TIHIHCKLES SO MUHUHCH! GEHEHT AHAHAFF!"
Xane tried to push the man off him by grabbing him by the hair, but Marth knew just the trick for that. He popped a finger into Xane's navel while using the other hand to still support his back. Xane's hands fell limply to his sides as that evil finger started swirling about in his ticklish navel in a manner that made him bite his lip. Once Xane was sufficiently pacified Marth put his head back down and gave another—
*PPPPPTTBBP!*
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"If you're not gonna tell me what you hate Chainy, how about you focus on what you love? Tell me you love your Prince blubbering your tickly tummy."
"Unnnhh, nahahaht my buhutton!"
"P-Prince Marth, d-do you think the t-two of you could calm down? I'm l-losing my balance and-"
"Oh hush, Rody. It's fine if you drop us, we're big boys after all so we won't break. You will be giving me another hundred push-ups though, and to help you be less adorably clumsy, me and Chainy will take a foot each and hold it still for you. Don't worry, we'll give it a kiss for each one Rody! Now back to you Mister tummy in need of tickles, go on! Say it! Say you love me blubbering your tummy pink."
"No! Ahahahha! Eehehek!"
Marth swirled faster in Xane's navel, and the dragon put his hands to his face. The predatory way that the prince was smiling at his blushing cheeks was just making him even redder. He was practically convulsing in Marth's lap, but the Princey was having no trouble holding him still. Roderick on the other hand was having much more trouble with the shifting Marth.
"Say it or I'm gonna start blubbering this cute button of yours, Chainy."
"NO! YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"I wouldn't? Oh Chainy, you’re gonna regret thaaat."
Marth put his head down so his mouth was inches from Xane's navel. He smiled at the redhead and made very sure that he showed as many teeth as possible in a way that intimidated the dragon far more than he liked.
"FINE! FINE! I LOVE IT! I LIVE FOR IT! IT'S MY EVERYTHING" Xane yelled from behind his own hands. He'd hidden his face with them because just looking at Marth being that close to his ticklish belly button had him flushing, almost as if a fire dragon had just kissed him.
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"What's that? Sorry, I wasn't listening. Just doing some calculations on whether I could fit my tongue in that little dragon cave of yours Chainy. Say it again."
*clap*
Marth punctuated that demand with a clap right to the blushing Xane's tummy. It was hard for the lord to tear his eyes away from how red the trickster's face had gotten. He delivered another slap to try and see if he could get the belly to match, making Xane jump and Rody finally slip. The knight's hand went sliding in the puddle of sweat that he himself had made and as a result, Marth went tumbling off him. The rest played out in mere seconds. Rody's hands went to his face in embarrassment while Marth's tried to catch Xane by the ankle as he slipped from his grip.
He just missed him though, and the cute dragon slipped forms into a small bat, fluttering away from the mess of sweaty men in search of somewhere cool and damp he could calm down. Marth clucked his tongue in frustration but then dove atop Rody and buried his nails in the knight's exposed armpits.
"I warned you what would happen if you dropped us, Rody. Those push-ups are gonna be a bit harder now—"
"Yes, for both of you."
Marth yipped as a wide and stocky size 11 foot booted him from atop Rody. They both found hands take them by the ankles and flip them so that their stomachs rested on the cool, stone floor; though not before they got a good look at the brunette royal who had done so.
"Princess Sheena? What's the meaning of this?"
"I'm tired of seeing you bully Rody. He's a good knight and honestly, I think you could use a bit of upper body on those twigs of yours Mar-Mar. So, the two of you are going to do 100 push-ups, the special Dolhran way."
The prone pair obliged the Princess, knowing full well that despite her slight frame she was plenty strong. The sound of Rody's grunts were punctuated by Marth's snickers as while he was indeed indulging her by doing the exercise, it was much harder for him. Mar-Mar’s helpless, handsome size 12's flexed as the princess's big toe drew lazy shapes in his arch, all while he counted off. Roderick felt for his prince but soon found that Sheena was planning to give them equal attention based on who was going the fastest with their counting. To make matters worse, they both lost count several times due to her ticklish games.
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The sound of Marth and Roderick's giggly countdowns were very useful to Xane in navigating his way away from them. He beat those little bat wings of his as fast as they could go until the two couldn't be heard anymore. Even then the dragonling still felt as though he needed to hide. He darted into a room that Surtr used for performances involving his various prisoners. Rather than use the door and alert whoever might be inside, he instead shrank down and simply slipped underneath it. That decision worked out for him as the solitary figure currently onstage continued on like he was alone, totally unaware he now had an audience.
Merric looked down at the spellbook again, and then at the wand he'd been using as a prop. He'd mastered the actual arcane arts, but this stage magic was fascinating to him ever since he'd started his new position as a ticklish magician's assistant. He'd borrowed this tome from the library at Loki's recommendation after inquiring what kind of tricks he could perform to best entertain King Surtr. He'd never known there was such a thing as “tickle magic”, but it sounded like the exact sort of thing to get the Ruler's attention.
He flipped through several pages before finding a spell that seemed like quite the showstopper: a summoning spell called "Tickle Monsters". The only problem was that he couldn't seem to get it to work. Merric examined the wand again to see if perhaps there was something he'd missed. Merric was always thirsty for knowledge, much like Xane was always hungry to prank. His attempts at an extension of Halloween hadn't worked so far, but with the Princey busy – probably doing pullups while Sheena feathered his pretty feet from below – there was nobody to stop him now. Merric didn't see the little spider crawling up to his book, unaware as it flipped the pages, and his ignorance continued as the mischievous arachnid dog-eared a page for the spell it was interested in seeing. Merric turned back from his inspection just in time to miss it all. He sighed as he read off the spell again, hoping that this time it would work out.
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To Merric's delight, the wand glowed with mischievous power. He wondered why it hadn't summoned a monster though and read the incantation aloud once more to be sure. When that didn't work, he was puzzled…but not for long. His look of bewilderment soon turned to a goofy smirk as an evil little eight-legged freak clambered its way atop his bare feet. The greenette giggled at first but totally lost it when Xane shifted to his human form right there and gave his calf a nip. Merric let out a yip and the wand fell from his hand, just as Xane had planned. He rolled quickly out of the way as the magical apparatus thudded right atop Merric's cute feet. They glowed green just like the wand had and Merric's eyes grew wide with worry.
They weren't the only things growing though. The mage ended up on his back atop the stage as his tootsies grew and grew several sizes. Soon enough, Xane was licking his lips at the massive feet that now stood taller than him in his natural form. He gave the struggling magician a wave and enjoyed how the feet had ended up too big for him to even move his legs. No, all Merric could do was lay back and take it as he now had monstrously big feet that sat defenseless before a tickle fiend. Xane loved that Size-Changing Spell so much. Old Lord Athos had used that on him once or twice when he'd been a particularly pesky acolyte. He'd always been a good boy afterwards...for a while at least.
"Now Merry, what should we do with these first?"
Xane gave the giant foot a big hug and enjoyed the way his defenseless magician gave a squeal that slipped into giggles. He ran his fingers along the warm wall of flesh before him and enjoyed the feeling. Merric had always had soft feet, as most in the magical professions did. Now that they were so big, Xane smiled as his whole hand sunk into the flesh, rather than just a finger. He leaned forward and took a little sniff of it and relished the smell of sand mixed with parchment, the signature aroma of the desert-based wizard kingdom he hailed from. Xane kept his arms up like his bigfooted prize would escape and carefully slipped one of his own feet from its shoe. He started climbing his way up the giant foot as Merric wailed in ticklish agony, beating his fists against the boards of the stage, and generally putting on a show.
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Xane was about to the midway point of the foot when his other foot came free of its shoe. He giggled and wiggled his little toes on Merric's sole and enjoyed the snorts that came from the mage because of it. He'd climbed his way up to the arch before long and just couldn't control himself. He put his face into the curve and enjoyed how the warm skin felt on his cheeks. He placed his lips to the wall and gave it a big kiss as his victim went wild.
Xane was having a blast with the giant foot he was clambering around on, licking it, nibbling it, and just generally tormenting it. He was so wrapped up in it that he didn't see as a gust of cold, winter air blew across the stage. It flipped the pages of Merric's spellbook back to where it was previously and even rolled the wand close enough for Merric to grab hold of it through teary eyes. He giggled out the incantation for the Tickle Monster Spell one more time and hoped it would work.
Xane didn't notice the puff of smoke from behind Merric's gigantic pies. He was having far too much fun nipping and scratching at the gigantic ball of the man's foot to notice anything; unfortunately, that also included his footing. Xane fell hard to the ground and landed on his back. It didn't do a thing to affect the big grin on his face though. He stayed there on his back and actually raised his feet to start dancing his toes all along Merric's cartoonish feet.
He was giggling himself, but of course nowhere near as hard as Merric who was practically frantic at this point. That mad laughter of Merric's made for a good cover as a new third player recited some previously used magic words. Xane was giggling at how nice it felt to zip his toes along Merric's big ticklish things without a thought in his head. That was until an arm took his ankles into a strong grip. Xane opened his eyes to the sight of a far too familiar bluenette wielding a magic wand.
"What a fun trick you've played on Merry! In the spirit of the season though, isn't it better to give than receive?"
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Xane could only whimper as his tootsies were tapped with the wand and the spell took effect. Soon, Marth sat cross-legged and happy between two sets of feet so big that they were immobilized. He simultaneously wiggled his fingers on both and found that they were still as ticklish as when they were smaller. In fact, Merric's laughter arced up in pitch as Marth tickled a little death spot on his heel that only one other person knew about, and she'd tipped her hand about it when showing her little brother that he was never too big to get away with mischief when she was around.
It wasn't quite as effective on Xane but he didn't need to have the same spots. The dragon's dirty mind was doing Marth's job for him. The feeling of Mar-Mar's fingers getting into each nook and cranny he had was making the dragon's head spin, and he barely noticed as his own hand slipped down his pants. The little, red-fuzzed serpent in there was already somewhat wet with sticky pre-cum but eagerly jumped at his touch.
Merric wasn't in much better condition than Xane but had always been a bit purer than the naughty manakete. Rather than slide his hands down low the mage's hands were around his sides, desperately holding them as his mad laughter made them ache. At first, he'd wanted vengeance on Lady Elice for revealing his worst spots to her brother. That had been on the first spot.
The ticklish spot was right on the heel where the mage tended to roll his foot to rest his weight when he was bored. Despite a land of warm sand being what he called home, that habit had still managed to wear down an extra-soft spot there. Marth had been skeptical of it until he'd felt his hand sink into the warm flesh in a manner that almost made him melt; much like Merric who was currently melting down at the attention to his death spot. Marth mirrored the motion on Xane’s foot, but the lesser reaction coupled with just how delightful Merric's laugh was meant that the dragon's foot got a bit less attention. It didn't spare Xane anything though as the light touch combined with Merric's whimsical giggles just meant that he was stroking himself faster to the wonderful sounds and sensations.
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Marth moved a bit higher to try another spot Elice had told him about: a little spot off slightly to the left, right where his heel started to slide down into his arch. The story she'd told him was of how she'd gotten her darling Merry a pair of silken socks for Christmas. They were a form of clothing uncommon in the deserts of Khadein but he'd still worn them because he'd liked the gift. However, a grain of the warm desert sand had gotten trapped inside one and rubbed itself in that spot for days without Merric noticing. The result was that one day when the eldest princess of Altea came to visit her chosen consort she found a little pink spot there that was practically begging for her nails to scratch and scritch at.
When Marth touched it, he heard nothing from Merric but a banging sound. A peek around the big, ticklish walls showed the greenette had stuffed a fist between his teeth and was using the other to pound on the boards of the stage. Again, Xane didn't share this weakness, but it still felt nice. Plus, the sound of Merric's adorable reaction was quite the turn-on. He found himself pushed over the edge and fell back against the stage as warmth spread down his leg. The strangled yelp he let out got Marth's attention and the prince realized he'd been ignoring his tricky little friend.
The Princey stood up and gave a big stretch before crossing his arms and digging it to the gargantuan arches of each of his guests at the same time. Merric and Xane both went wild as Marth closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. The difference in the tones of laughter made for a wonderful harmony between the two, Merric's more musical and with a slight lilt to his giggles while Xane’s was breathier and occasionally broken up by a snort. The textures of their feet had a nice contrast as well, what with Merric's soft and warm to the touch like they had just been pulled from the warm sands of his homeland, as opposed to Xane's. His shapeshifting allowed him to keep his tootsies pristine and well-groomed despite never having sat down for a pedicure in his life, with toes that pointed straight out with no hint of a curl as if they'd never even seen the inside of a shoe. Just the distinct feeling of the two's giant feet had Marth himself feeling dizzy. The heat coming off Merric's great soles felt like the same kind found beneath the sheets of a warm bed on a cold night, while Xane's were so creamy and pale that you could almost feel a pleasant chill coming off them.
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So wrapped up was Marth that he too fell victim to a trick as he overindulged in his treats. Merric's spellbook was still in reach, and he'd flipped his way back to the spell that had brought his friend to his "aid" in the first place. Imagine Merric's surprise when yet another a blue-haired royal of Altea stood before him. She put a finger to his lips and snuck around behind Marth. When the prince's hands went above his head again, he found ten manicured nails dig into his ticklish hollows and broke out into laughter of his own.
With the experience of a well-versed Marth-wrangler, Princess Elice led the laughing lord gently down to the ground and kept him giggly and subdued with just one hand. Marth could only giggle and squeak as she propped the spellbook open on his tum, turned the pages, and spoke the words before jabbing him right in his sole. Soon Princess Elice stood before the now inflated soles of her darling Merric and her precious little brother Marth. Still, as she dug her nails into the soles of both boys that she knew so well, she felt as if she was forgetting something.
That something had slipped forms again and scampered away as a frightened little puppy with his tail between his legs. Xane could hear Marth and Merric absolutely losing their minds as he fled and while he would like to stay and watch it, the princess scared him quite a bit. If she caught him there would be no more pranks, and Halloween would officially be over.
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Xane escaped down the hall at a sprint disguised as a simple pup, zipping past any number of rooms, situations, and Heroes, paranoid that once again he'd be interrupted by Marth tickling his brains right out his ears. He would have run all night if a light in the library hadn't caught his attention. The pupper stopped to check it out and froze at the sight. Celebrating a victory from earlier, somebody had pulled an easy chair up before the fireplace. The statuesque man had intended to simply cozy up by the fire with a glass of wine and a book, but it looked like he'd been more tired than he expected.
Xane's mouth was dry as he looked at the table before the dozing Wyvern-Lord. He'd kicked his tired feet up before dozing off and Xane couldn't tear his eyes away from them. The size 14's glistened as warm firelight danced across them, and the shadows cast by it almost seemed to imitate wiggling fingers and traveling feathers.
The long and noble toes flexed in his sleep as if he could feel Xane's gaze on his ungodly handsome feet. The King of Macedon had been a boisterous and vengeful man before, but repeated humblings from both life and the multitude of ticklish situations here in Muspell had done their part to add an air of humility to Michalis. Especially since the arrival of Marth to the castle, it wasn't often that the tall man got through the day without laughing himself hoarse. Xane was almost drooling as he slipped into his true form and crept closer. He thought about just digging into the sexy feet before him, but where was the fun in that?
He shifted himself to look like a simple box and plopped into Michalis' lap just hard enough to rouse him. His plan was to have the curious royal turn the crank to his box so that he'd pop out, wrap around his legs, and dig right into those big dogs of his that looked deliciously warm to the touch in the light of the fire. He crept forward and put his plan into action, changing shape quickly to become a jack in the box and plop right into Michalis' lap. An unexpected wrinkle instantly developed in Xane's plan, however.
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Michalis was a light sleeper and had woken shortly after the troublemaker had entered the room. He'd simply pretended to be sleeping to see what Xane would do. When the dragon turned himself into the box form, Michalis wasted no time and shoved the box on its side. Acting on a hunch, he stroked a finger up and down the bottom of the box and was rewarded by the sound of breathy giggles. He sped up the finger while pressing down on it and was rewarded by the little toy wobbling and changing before his veryeyes. It extended out into the same young pest who'd come in here to trouble him.
Xane ended up draped over Michalis' legs and in the unfortunate position of having left his cute size 8's right in the king's lap. Michalis' admired the cute sight and how small they seemed to a man of his size. He ran a knuckle down the sole of one and enjoyed how it made the small toes curl instinctively. A thought went through his head, and Micky quickly raised one leg and brought his heel down atop the wandering hand Xane had been trying to sneak toward his sole before quickly pinning down the other one as well. Xane whimpered as he was now draped across Michalis' legs, stretched and helpless. He felt the man's strong fingers on his soles and braced for another tickling but instead let out a gasp of surprise at a different feeling.
Michalis' finger held his foot still so that his thumbs could push up beneath the ball of his foot and rubbing sole in a sensuous massage. Xane struggled in confusion until the man's expert fingers began plucking at his short toes and kneading out the tension collected in their stems. Xane wanted to stuff his fist between his teeth to muffle his moans but couldn't due to the big, sexy dogs atop them. So instead, Michalis got to listen to a chorus of "Unnnhh's", Mmmmrff's" and the occasional "Gauuuh" as he treated the feet to the kind of massage he'd once enjoyed as a royal.
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He'd thought about giving Xane a good tickling at first; dropping the little scamp to the ground and plucking his toes till he turned red, using his knuckles in the arch just as King Surtr would do to him. After how the little monster had tricked him earlier, he'd dreamed of squeezing him out like a tube of toothpaste in revenge. Eventually his ire had softened, and when he did have him at his mercy, the soft side Michalis had won out. Now the tall King was pleasuring Xane's naughty little feet while doing his best to ignore the lewd moans he was making. Finally, when Xane yelled out an "Ohhh fuck, yes, that feels so good Daddy!" he just had to say something.
"Have some dignity at least. Control yourself or I will stop!"
Xane had never been the obedient type, always more the mischief and pointless defiance type. It was completely in character for him to throw a tantrum over being given a treat. Still, he caught Michalis off guard when rather than just stop being cheeky and enjoy the massage, he turned his head to give a big and loving lick up the man's large and warm soles. Michalis let out a keen at the feeling but refused to be baited into giving the little shit the tickling that he so obviously deserved. Instead, he began giving special attention to the dragon's cute little heels, driving in his thumbs in as he rubbed out every bit of tension in them until he melted.
Xane responded to this thoughtful gesture by again giving Michalis's sole another lick as it was a lollipop, making the king jump in his chair and warn him again. Xane again ignored this and gave Michalis another lickle, prompting the man to give up on his gracious message and pay him back with a lick of his own. Xane yipped like an animal, not having expected a taste of his own medicine to come in the form of actually being tasted. He nipped at Michalis' toes and enjoyed how that made the tall villain squeal. It was honestly rather adorable. Xane had never really had time to tease Michalis one-on-one due to how he was always occupied with either his sisters, Marth, or being at King Surtr's beck and call.
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He'd have to set up something truly wicked for Mister King of Macedon, to get him back for this. The feeling of Michalis forcing his tongue between two of Xane's toes made the dragon's mind go white-hot with tickles. The way the wet organ wiggled in there despite how desperately Xane was clenching the digits had him clenching his teeth and balling his fists so hard the knuckles were going white. He tried to fight through it and get back at the large feet of Michalis on either side of his head, but the sensations were too much. He sagged in Michalis' grip and ended up completely at his mercy, his tongue too busy with bursts of "OOOAHAH's, " WAUHAHA's”, and "KEHEHEHE's” to think of giving the big meat pies any more trouble.
Michalis was still aggravated though, and as such the gentle stuff was over. He used his thumbs to pry open Xane's toes and dig in between them with his fingers. This made the dragon wheeze and struggle weakly atop Michalis' legs, but he couldn't accomplish anything due to just how much it tickled. All Xane could do was bark out laughter, and he did it so loudly that neither of them noticed somebody sneaking into the room; at this point, it's rather obvious who it was. Still, Marth stayed low and crept up from behind with a length of rope in his hands.
The tall monarch didn't see the Hero-King coming until a delicate hand tickled his abs. When Micky tried to push it away, he found his wrist seized and quickly tied down to the arm of his chair. Marth quickly slipped behind him and did the same to his other hand. This would have been the perfect opportunity for Xane to slip away but the scamp was just too exhausted. All the running and fun that he'd been put through tonight had caught up with him, and he was finally down for the count. If Michalis were to drop him to the floor, he'd probably stay there at this point.
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Mar-Mar didn't want him going anywhere though, as he liked having Xane's cute little feet and Michalis' tasty abs right next to each other. Once he had the King securely fastened into his seat, Marth hopped right into his new rope-bunny’s lap. He snuggled in nicely and kicked his feet up on Micky's arm while he pulled Xane's tired feet close.
"Mmm we're all comfy aren't we now? I can feel that down there, Micky. Somebody’s having a good time!"
Marth adjusted the way he was sitting atop Michalis' penis and giggled at how red the man's cheeks were. The shade worsened when Marth used his hand like a claw and dug right into the helpless abs he was sitting before. Xane wasn't spared, and soon he felt a finger tracing along the edges of his helpless soles and couldn't do anything but wheeze and guffaw. When he tried to pull his feet away, he found Marth pull them close instead and scribble his nails all along them. Michalis tried to suck his flat stomach away but that got Marth's attention again and the tickle monster was now playing in the man's navel.
The ruckus of their laughter was loud, loud enough that none of the three heard the chair creaking under them. Marth was an expert tickler and all, but the two of them were quite a bit feistier than he'd anticipated. Between Michalis' shaking and Xane's wiggling, the chair didn't stand a chance. One leg popped free and all three of them crashed into a pile with a crack of splintering wood. Xane rubbed his head and was greeted with quite the sight before his face: Michalis' big, soft feet now had a pair of graceful size 12's trapped between them. Xane didn't even hesitate, digging his nails right into both sets of ticklish feet without thinking for a second about the consequences, which there definitely were. Seconds after he dug into their feet, Micky and Mar-Mar took a foot each and tickled away at the soles and toes. Xane laughed just as hard as them as his toes were plucked, his arches scraped, and his heels teased.
The three of them made quite the symphony of laughter between Michalis' harsh barking, Marth's musical giggles, and Xane's goofy snorts. Given that and the sound of the chair going boom, it was quite the easy task for several aggrieved parties to find them. A red-faced Navarre covered in lipstick marks resembling hickies; an embarrassed Merric hastily adjusting the magician's fishnets that Princess Elice had stuffed him in…AGAIN; and an absolutely exhausted and sweaty Roderick who was quite resentful at having been left behind to be the focal point of Princess Sheena's special training exercise, one where she laid on his back and tickled his pits as he continued to do push-ups.
The three aggravated Archaneans dove atop the trio and began tickling away at them in revenge for the pranks they'd been caught in the middle of. The three of them ended up becoming the ones laughing as the others tickled them silly as punishment. That just made it louder though and as a result, more were drawn. Soon they were joined by Marth's wife Princess Caeda, Michalis' sister Princess Minerva, Merric's girlfriend Princess Elice, Roderick's coach Princess Sheena, Navarre's stalker Phina and Ogma who'd pieced together who'd pranked him earlier. They all tickled each other in a pile until all twelve were sweaty and exhausted. Xane lay at the bottom of the pile of tired Heroes and thought to himself about how this would be a perfect opportunity for a prank. A contented Marth squeezed him close like a stuffed toy and Xane changed his mind. He was happy right where he was.
"There's always next year, I guess."
Xane giggled to himself at the sounds of chaos behind the door he'd just closed. It had been a simple prank, spilling juice onto Ogma's clothes, that helped him lead the vexed merc to what he'd claimed was a changing room. His incessant blathering kept the blond distracted long enough to corral him through the door, and by the time Ogma realized they were actually in King Surtr's bedroom it was too late. The redheaded had already slammed the door behind him and left the shirtless, trunk-clad sap trapped in the room with an extremely frisky Niles, who'd just been watching a distracted “Corrin” wiggle his toes at him from down in the courtyard. Xane was particularly proud of having been that Corrin who'd put on the show to get the archer up and moving.
His shapeshifting powers had made it easy to play the part of the barefoot prince, just as they'd made it even easier to masquerade as Rolf and perform his entire charade. He'd make a note to lead the green-haired candy fiend to Niles and Ogma later. It'd be a while though; he'd seen Niles already ripping the warrior’s socks off with his teeth as he'd closed the door. The curious freelancer kind of wanted to sneak a peek, but he also didn’t want to risk getting himself dragged in there too. He knew about the erotic games Niles liked and had made a point of avoiding him since the one-eyed trickster had figured out his powers.
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Xane shivered as he remembered the night where he'd forgotten to lock his own door and awoken to find himself tied up beneath the silver-haired perv. Niles had bitten and sucked at the redheaded dragon's feet until he'd capitulated and used his shape-changing to make his own cock bigger. That had been a mistake as it just encouraged his tormentor to sandwich the red-tufted organ between his own dusky soles, pumping it lustfully until the manakete obliged again and enlarged his feet as well. Niles had prolonged this game until reaching the limits of Xane's powers, which topped out at somewhere around a size 20 with a 1½-foot-long cock. He'd been eager to play with the cartoonish proportions of his little pet but had been interrupted by Surtr dragging him off with him for their own “playtime”.
Xane made sure to lock his doors and windows from that point on but still occasionally saw Niles hanging around his room with all kinds of things and slept somewhere else. No point in tempting fate he supposed, and it was simple for him to just don somebody else's form and spend the night in their bed instead. He was quite fond of using Titania for that as it was an excuse to have Rhys in his arms, who would never complain as he plucked at his ribs while they dozed. It was sweet and relaxing, and no matter how many times he did it they never caught on. Humans were so stupid! Why should he listen to them and only relegate his tricks to a single month? It was more fun to get people when they were unaware and didn't expect them in November!
Xane whistled to himself as he thought about his next stunt, unware that he was attracting attention. He thought about sneaking another feather into Lifis' shoes but stopped to think about where he'd get one. He was barred from the pegasus stables at this point and there was no way he'd be able to get close enough to pluck another off the Raven King. No matter what shape he took, that stool pigeon could smell him coming. He remembered the last time he'd tried to swipe some plummage while disguised as the man's own wife! He'd gotten right beside him before Naesala’s trap had been sprung. Taking Xane's wrists in his hands, he'd pulled the dragon into his lap and pinned his hands above his head as his shirt had rolled up.
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Xane rubbed his stomach and remembered the feeling of those inky feathers on it with a shudder. At least he'd picked a few out of his navel the next day for future use. Bird Boy had made it very clear that if he ever came near his wings again, he'd spend a whole day flying the dragon around the castle upside-down and giving his feet a going over.
"I'll turn you into a quivering siren, boy. Don't test me!"
Xane couldn't help but giggle at the stern words from the very man who had been brought to tears when ladies Thorr and Loki decided to test their manicures on his wings. He'd had a good time laughing at the show but made sure to keep his voice down. Lady Loki enjoyed having a fellow shapeshifter around a bit TOO much. He snapped out of his thoughts as he saw someone coming around the corner, and he hid himself behind a decorative tapestry. They probably weren't Lady Loki, but you could never be too careful around here.
Peeking out he saw that it was Navarre, the moody swordsman. Not exactly somebody, he was afraid of, even if he had pranked him good a few times in the past. That one time he'd lured the brunette to Michalis' room stood out in particular. What a sight it had been when Xane had pretended to be Micky himself to keep the longhair entertained until the real one came back. What an expression he'd had as he'd been dragged in there by Micky and his new friend Narcian. Xane couldn't help but giggle about it even as he was trying to stay quiet, and that giggle turned into a yelp when he was tackled through the curtain. His resisting was quelled by a pair of strong arms holding him still as the drawstring for the piece of art was used to tie it tightly, essentially trapping him in a clothed burrito.
He struggled in there for a bit until a hand reached in and pulled his head out the top. He looked up at a bemused Navarre with his arms crossed, still in the same spot he'd been when Xane last peeked. It wasn't until a pair of fingers tickled along the back of his neck that the ginger looked up and saw who'd just taken him down. A mop of blue hair framed a pair of bright-blue eyes as Prince Marth smiled down at his dragon-pal from back in the day.
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"Hey, Chainy~"
"Ugggh I've told you before, it's Xane! No pet-names Princey!"
"I always giggle when you say that with a straight face! Sometimes you do, too!"
Marth's nails dug into a sensitive spot behind Xane's ears and sure enough, soon he was giggling along with him. The dragon shook his head back and forth at the tickles, not at all appreciating being used as a prop nor the irony of his statements. Navarre approached them and planted a bare foot right on Xane's head before grinding it around. It seemed like the man of few words did in fact remember Xane's prank. He smirked at the way this youthful-looking immortal was writhing down there, until Marth took him by the ankle. Navarre's eyes widened as those nails dug right into his sole as well. The swordsman flailed his arms goofily as Marth's fingers danced down his sole, plucking at each wrinkle and paying special attention to the toes.
Xane tried to shift his form to get out of the curtain while Marth was distracted, but the prince noticed immediately. He squeezed his thighs together on either side of the captured dragon and slid a finger into each of the trickster's ears. Xane gasped and then broke down into whimpers as they started scritching around inside the cups of his ticklish ears. He tried to bury his face in his shoulder but that just earned a disappointing cluck of the tongue from Marth.
"Oh no you don't! You give me that goofy laugh of yours, Chainy! I heard it nonstop when you replaced poor Navarre's moisturizer with massage oil. You laughed up a storm at how sensitive his skin was after that! Why, Ogma had to carry him around cause of how ticklish his feet got! Remember that Navarre?"
Navarre glowered as he did remember that, and quite vividly. Not only did Ogma still keep a bottle of that massage oil now but so did Lady Hel, and he'd found himself slicked up with it more than a few times to have his long legs tickled. He kept the various things he wanted to say to himself and instead walked over to sit down on Xane's ankles sticking out the bottom of the curtain. Marth clapped in delight at having been able to convince the moody swordsman to join in. Navarre started slow, a single finger on Xane's heel swirling around the little point before scratching the top of it in a straight line that traveled down Xane's foot.
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The dragon bit back his chuckles at first, but he completely lost it when Navarre got down to his toes. He started throwing his head in all directions in a frenzy at the feeling that was about to get so much worse. Navarre laid atop his legs and pressed his cheek to the manakete’s sole. Using one finger, he pinned the middle toe of Xane's foot to the ground and stretched his sole taut. Just the feeling of the swordsman's breath on his skin had Xane trembling, but when he pressed his mouth up into the toes and started grazing his teeth along the stem of the trapped digit, he made the man's eyes water.
Marth put his hand to his forehead and did an exaggerated, fake swoon at Navarre's actions. He giggled while laying upon the tightly tied Xane and soon he found his victim doing the same. That may have been because Marth's scrumptious size 12's were now snuggling the trickster's cheek and fiddling with his ears, but who really knew? Xane wasn't complaining; the princey's feet were stunning after all. They were long soles with graceful toes, warm and inviting skin, and a hint of musculature beneath that really exemplified the “Hero” part of the Hero-King. Normally Xane could play with pretty peets like these for days, but he'd always been more of a giver than a receiver. The way they were running along his cheeks right now was making his face heat up quite nicely, and their lavender scent was making the dragon dizzy. Granted, that could have been attributed more to Navarre's nibbling on his feet.
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Cutting through the sound of Xane's breathy guffaws and the rhythmic smacking of Navarre's lips was a contented yawn. Marth hadn't quite expected his mischief to work quite so well and was growing a bit tired. Honestly, he'd been impressed before with how well Xane's pranks always played out, but if it was this easy then maybe that just meant he was a bit of a bimbo? He reached his arms out as he considered resting his cheeks on Xane's own before finding the curtain a bit too abrasive. Instead, he reached over to take a certain myrmidon’s size 12's by the ankles and rest his sleepy head on them. The feeling of Marth taking him by the ankles again made Navarre's back arch, and that cheek-to-sole contact had the long-haired man gulping down an almost feline yowl. He'd been caught on a day where Ogma had taken advantage of how a deep a sleeper he was and had his tootsies sparkling with baby oil when he'd woken up. He'd been wincing from residual tickles with every step today and now Marth's baby-soft cheek had tears pricking up in his eyes. He gagged himself by wrapping his teeth around the ball of Xane's foot, making the dragon yip like a dog. Marth meanwhile was almost in a trance. He always forgot about how gorgeous Navarre was after a bit of tender loving care, and often would he dream about these feet as he dozed atop them.
The swordsman’s sturdy heels still bore the hints of bunions long since scrubbed away by the combined forces of many a tickly horror in this castle. Still, the hints of imperfection made them feel more perfect somehow, and Marth was drawn to nuzzle his nose into the parts of the soft skin and imagine the hard parts that previously had been there. Navarre's soles were shapely and defined, bearing high arches to the point that one could mistake these for the captive feet of a royal or nobleman rather than an ill-tempered mercenary. A finger could slide into the curved shape and find that his foot practically seemed to have been made to be tickled. While doing so they'd see the frantic way that the long toes of Navarre's foot would wiggle in a frenzy, betraying how this teasing made him feel even if his lips were sealed in protection of his fragile ego. Navarre was ticklish here, there was no doubt; but even as a ticklish toy, he was still a stubborn, stubborn man.
This same pigheadedness was what inspired Navarre to sink his teeth even deeper into Xane's heel to cover up his laughter. The dragon let out a prolonged squeal that eventually just became a snorting laugh as Navarre's breath started to tickle the sensitive skin of his sole. Xane's feet in their natural shape were nothing impressive, though not unremarkable as they were quite cute due to how he managed to upkeep them with his powers. Toes so straight it was like he'd never worn shoes, and a heel so plush it was as if he'd been carried his whole life. If Navarre hadn't been trying to block out the tickles on his own sole, he would have probably doted on these cute treasures. Marth had done so a good few times, and so the feet of this little tickle pig were fair game. Navarre's eyes were squeezed shut so he couldn't really appreciate the natural blush of Xane's sole, nor the way his short toes were perfectly shaped in a way for fingers to slide between them. Instead, all Navarre could do was bury his face in them to the point where his quivering eyelashes alone were driving Xane nuts.
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There was a big, silly grin so wide on Xane's face that he could almost feel wrinkles starting to develop. Every time he stopped gritting his teeth all manner of embarrassing noises would spill out, sometimes a "PFFFHEHEH!" or other times a "GEHEHEHE!". One time when he tried to kick his foot, Navarre pinned it down and proceeded to suck on the deepest part of the dragon's arch to make him let out a "GUAHAH!". The swordsman was enjoying Xane's foot, despite it not being very big at a size 8. Just a flick and Navy could send his finger down the whole ticklish foot while getting a new noise out of Xane with an "OOOAHAH!" He thought for a minute about staying the night here and cataloging all the noises he could wring out of this jester.
His plans were cut short though by a bright shimmer that quickly enveloped him. Navarre was startled at a sudden feeling of weightlessness before he fell with a thud onto a hard surface. Navy blinked in surprise before his ankles were brought together and clamped down with his wrists being forced to either side of his head. He pulled at them for a second before he became aware of the sound of laughter around him. He looked down and saw that he recognized this table he was atop much too well. He heard giggling and went pale as he recognized the voices.
"So glad you could join us, Navarre! It's just not the season without a centerpiece, and you just look so good on this table!"
Princess Caeda giggled as she dragged the prongs of the fork in her hand along his sole. Navarre bit his lip and started to flush with the effort of holding it in. She giggled and started lightly pricking the pads of his toes to help get that nice laugh out.
"Awww c'mon Navarre! Let us hear your laugh! I and the Princess know how pretty it is, but we want the others to hear it as well!"
Navarre's eyes went wide at the sound of the only voice he feared. Before he could even look up at the new tormentor, a pair of small hands had invaded his helpless armpits and began digging away at them. Her fingers danced along the muscles in there, and she cooed at the way his long hair went everywhere as he shook his head madly. Navarre hadn’t known that Phina had even been captured, otherwise he surely would have stayed in his room today. Instead, it looked as if he was going to have a long Thanksgiving…
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Back in the halls, a dozing Marth hadn't even noticed the missing swordsman. Instead, the bluenette cuddled closer to the mummified Xane and sighed in his sleep. His feet still rubbed along the dragon's cheeks, but with nobody holding his ankles anymore it was child's play for Xane to slip his form from the curtain with some creative application of his powers. He looked at the dreaming Princey with some mischief in mind, but he hesitated upon recalling what happened the last time he tried pranking Marth in his sleep.
Marth was stronger than he looked, and Xane had ended up pulled close to the man's chest and used as a ticklish teddy bear. He remembered how Marth's fingers had played with his nipples all night and thought it would be better to let Sleeping Princey lie. He beat a hasty retreat to go find a new activity to busy himself with. Mischief wasn't going to make itself, after all. Halloween forever! The redheaded scamp didn't have to go far before he found another situation begging for pranking. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation as he slipped into a form better suited for the situation.
"Thirty-five! Thirty-six! Thirty-seven!"
A small puddle of sweat had formed on the ground, drop by drop it trickled down from the cheeks of a brunette knight doing pushups. Roderick didn't view himself as very remarkable and as such went a bit overboard with his daily training. If he couldn't be a master knight, then he would at least be a damned good one! He kept his ankles pressed together in perfect form as he continued counting, never noticing the oddly colored serpent slithering towards him. His size 12's were bare just like any good "guest" in Castle Muspel, and to a creature as low to the ground as a snake it was like approaching a pair of pink obelisks.
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"Forty-nine, Fifty, Fifty-one..."
Xane struck quickly, his body zipping up the size 12 sole and quickly constricting the ankles together. All Rody could get out was a strangled "Wha-" before a forked tongue darted out and started laying into his rounded heel. The light, flicking tickles of the tongue made Rody giggle, but not hard enough to interrupt his workout. He shook a bit at first but soon enough had his breathing back under control, doing his best to go ahead with his training.
"Sixty-fihihive, Sihihixty-six, Sihihixty-seven hehehe! Who's bahahack there?!"
Xane paused his fun with this tasty saltlick to add a new level of intrigue to this prank. Mimicking voices was easy as pie for a shapeshifter, and he couldn't help but giggle at his deceit as he adopted a softer and breathy voice to sound like an acquaintance of his.
"Calm down Rody, you need to relax your muscles when you train like this, or you’ll risk pulling something. I'm just helping you unwind a bit as you do so. Like a good Prince, I need to take care of my knights and give back when I can."
"Oh! Apoohohlogies! Sehehventy-three, Prince Mahaharth! Seheventy-four. Fahahar be it from me to tehehll you to stohohp, as I hahahe pleehehdged my bohohody to yoohou my Prihince! Seventy-fihihihive."
Xane smiled inwardly. So easy, but Rody had always been gullible.
"So formal Roderick! I've warned you about that before. We are friends, allies, comrades, and many other things that come before Knight and Prince. I think I know just the thing to help you remember that...coochie-coochie-coo!"
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The tongue was back and Rody laughed as if he'd missed it. Xane started nibbling his teeth at the knight's sculpted heel and enjoyed how the lancer’s form started to shake. He pictured the brunette splashing down had into that puddle of sweat he'd made and planned to reveal his prank then. Or maybe he'd pin the whole thing on somebody else? He wracked his brain on what face could make the normally good-natured Rody feel like taking revenge. The obvious one was his own but maybe he could try—
"Prinihince Marth it tihihckles sohoho muhuch, Eighty-twhohoho! Mehehercy! I'm abohohut to fahahall! Eighty-threeheheehee!"
Xane was about to give a cheeky response about how if Roderick should fall then he'd get it, but a hand closed around his serpentine body and stopped his words cold. Rody let out a groan as a young man sat down on his back and crossed his legs. He kept Xane in his snake form clenched in one hand and started tracing a gentle finger down the snake's belly before reassuring Rody.
"Okay, okay Roderick. You've done well but I know you like challenges. Just keep going as me and my friend play on your back. If you fall though, then you'll get it!"
The real Marth smiled at how the little snake in his hand wiggled as he stroked its tum. Sure enough, the little thing started to grow in his hand until there was now a fully grown dragonling in his lap, wailing away as Mar-Mar dug into his belly meat. Roderick grunted under the new weight but kept on counting. He hadn't stopped doing push-ups yet so the whole scenario change went unnoticed. He never even wondered where Xane came from because that pest was always sneaking up on people.
"WAHAHA WHEHEHERE DID YOU COHOHOME FROM?!"
"Shhh Chainy, Rody's trying to count! He needs to get to 100, and it'd be a shame if he lost count before that! You need to work out more yourself, just look at these ribs of yours. It's not healthy for them to just jut out like this. Let's help Roderick out, my cute little dragon pal. How many ribbies do you have here? Hmm One, two, three..."
"Ahahaha! Dahahngit! Mahahahrth that tihihckles! And stahahp calling me thahaht!"
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Admirably, Roderick's pace hadn't slowed. Marth and his ticklish friend rose and fell as he continued to count off his push-ups.
"Eighty-three, Eighty-one, four...wait...."
"Fiiiiive ticklish dragon ribbies, kitchy-kitchy! Siiix pinchable dragon ribbies, tickle-tickle! Seeeeeven adorable little dragon ribbies begging for attention!"
Xane kicked his legs in Marth's grip, but the prince held him in his arms as he picked each rib delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Roderick wobbled a bit under the two of them but kept going with his push-ups, choosing to keep to himself how he'd lost count and just start over from seven. Marth strummed Xane's chest he was playing an instrument and only sped up at the dragon's pleas for mercy. The redhead's chest rippled as he attempted to slip into a new form and slip away, but the prince had seen him pull this before. Instead, Marth placed his lips to Xane's belly and with all the grace possible let out a big, royal—
"*PBBBBTPPLFF*!!"
"BAHAHAHAH! NOHOOHO! STAHAHP! I HAHAHAHTE THAHAHAT!!"
"Hmm? What's that? Sorry Chainy but I can't hear you. It's kind of loud when I blubber your ticklish tummy like this. What is it that you hate?
*PFPFBPTPLP!*
"OOHOHOoohahaha! Thahaht! I hahahte that!"
Rody wobbled under them again due to the surprising amount of force that Marth was putting out with those raspberries, as well as Xane, getting more frantic with his shaking. The second one had Xane gasping like he couldn't breathe so Marth tried to give him CPR. Though instead of the lip on lip, Mar-Mar planted his lips on the belly like the airhead he was and blew.
*PBBPBPTTFLT!*
"GAHAHAHUhuhu!! Stahap! I hahahate it!"
"Oh? You won't tell me what you hate? It's okay Chainy, I'll just keep blowing blubbers down here to help you feel better about whatever's got you down."
"NO! DAMMIT WAI—"
*PBIBTBBF!!*
"WAHAHAHAH OOHOH IT TIHIHCKLES SO MUHUHCH! GEHEHT AHAHAFF!"
Xane tried to push the man off him by grabbing him by the hair, but Marth knew just the trick for that. He popped a finger into Xane's navel while using the other hand to still support his back. Xane's hands fell limply to his sides as that evil finger started swirling about in his ticklish navel in a manner that made him bite his lip. Once Xane was sufficiently pacified Marth put his head back down and gave another—
*PPPPPTTBBP!*
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"If you're not gonna tell me what you hate Chainy, how about you focus on what you love? Tell me you love your Prince blubbering your tickly tummy."
"Unnnhh, nahahaht my buhutton!"
"P-Prince Marth, d-do you think the t-two of you could calm down? I'm l-losing my balance and-"
"Oh hush, Rody. It's fine if you drop us, we're big boys after all so we won't break. You will be giving me another hundred push-ups though, and to help you be less adorably clumsy, me and Chainy will take a foot each and hold it still for you. Don't worry, we'll give it a kiss for each one Rody! Now back to you Mister tummy in need of tickles, go on! Say it! Say you love me blubbering your tummy pink."
"No! Ahahahha! Eehehek!"
Marth swirled faster in Xane's navel, and the dragon put his hands to his face. The predatory way that the prince was smiling at his blushing cheeks was just making him even redder. He was practically convulsing in Marth's lap, but the Princey was having no trouble holding him still. Roderick on the other hand was having much more trouble with the shifting Marth.
"Say it or I'm gonna start blubbering this cute button of yours, Chainy."
"NO! YOU WOULDN'T DARE!"
"I wouldn't? Oh Chainy, you’re gonna regret thaaat."
Marth put his head down so his mouth was inches from Xane's navel. He smiled at the redhead and made very sure that he showed as many teeth as possible in a way that intimidated the dragon far more than he liked.
"FINE! FINE! I LOVE IT! I LIVE FOR IT! IT'S MY EVERYTHING" Xane yelled from behind his own hands. He'd hidden his face with them because just looking at Marth being that close to his ticklish belly button had him flushing, almost as if a fire dragon had just kissed him.
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"What's that? Sorry, I wasn't listening. Just doing some calculations on whether I could fit my tongue in that little dragon cave of yours Chainy. Say it again."
*clap*
Marth punctuated that demand with a clap right to the blushing Xane's tummy. It was hard for the lord to tear his eyes away from how red the trickster's face had gotten. He delivered another slap to try and see if he could get the belly to match, making Xane jump and Rody finally slip. The knight's hand went sliding in the puddle of sweat that he himself had made and as a result, Marth went tumbling off him. The rest played out in mere seconds. Rody's hands went to his face in embarrassment while Marth's tried to catch Xane by the ankle as he slipped from his grip.
He just missed him though, and the cute dragon slipped forms into a small bat, fluttering away from the mess of sweaty men in search of somewhere cool and damp he could calm down. Marth clucked his tongue in frustration but then dove atop Rody and buried his nails in the knight's exposed armpits.
"I warned you what would happen if you dropped us, Rody. Those push-ups are gonna be a bit harder now—"
"Yes, for both of you."
Marth yipped as a wide and stocky size 11 foot booted him from atop Rody. They both found hands take them by the ankles and flip them so that their stomachs rested on the cool, stone floor; though not before they got a good look at the brunette royal who had done so.
"Princess Sheena? What's the meaning of this?"
"I'm tired of seeing you bully Rody. He's a good knight and honestly, I think you could use a bit of upper body on those twigs of yours Mar-Mar. So, the two of you are going to do 100 push-ups, the special Dolhran way."
The prone pair obliged the Princess, knowing full well that despite her slight frame she was plenty strong. The sound of Rody's grunts were punctuated by Marth's snickers as while he was indeed indulging her by doing the exercise, it was much harder for him. Mar-Mar’s helpless, handsome size 12's flexed as the princess's big toe drew lazy shapes in his arch, all while he counted off. Roderick felt for his prince but soon found that Sheena was planning to give them equal attention based on who was going the fastest with their counting. To make matters worse, they both lost count several times due to her ticklish games.
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The sound of Marth and Roderick's giggly countdowns were very useful to Xane in navigating his way away from them. He beat those little bat wings of his as fast as they could go until the two couldn't be heard anymore. Even then the dragonling still felt as though he needed to hide. He darted into a room that Surtr used for performances involving his various prisoners. Rather than use the door and alert whoever might be inside, he instead shrank down and simply slipped underneath it. That decision worked out for him as the solitary figure currently onstage continued on like he was alone, totally unaware he now had an audience.
Merric looked down at the spellbook again, and then at the wand he'd been using as a prop. He'd mastered the actual arcane arts, but this stage magic was fascinating to him ever since he'd started his new position as a ticklish magician's assistant. He'd borrowed this tome from the library at Loki's recommendation after inquiring what kind of tricks he could perform to best entertain King Surtr. He'd never known there was such a thing as “tickle magic”, but it sounded like the exact sort of thing to get the Ruler's attention.
He flipped through several pages before finding a spell that seemed like quite the showstopper: a summoning spell called "Tickle Monsters". The only problem was that he couldn't seem to get it to work. Merric examined the wand again to see if perhaps there was something he'd missed. Merric was always thirsty for knowledge, much like Xane was always hungry to prank. His attempts at an extension of Halloween hadn't worked so far, but with the Princey busy – probably doing pullups while Sheena feathered his pretty feet from below – there was nobody to stop him now. Merric didn't see the little spider crawling up to his book, unaware as it flipped the pages, and his ignorance continued as the mischievous arachnid dog-eared a page for the spell it was interested in seeing. Merric turned back from his inspection just in time to miss it all. He sighed as he read off the spell again, hoping that this time it would work out.
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To Merric's delight, the wand glowed with mischievous power. He wondered why it hadn't summoned a monster though and read the incantation aloud once more to be sure. When that didn't work, he was puzzled…but not for long. His look of bewilderment soon turned to a goofy smirk as an evil little eight-legged freak clambered its way atop his bare feet. The greenette giggled at first but totally lost it when Xane shifted to his human form right there and gave his calf a nip. Merric let out a yip and the wand fell from his hand, just as Xane had planned. He rolled quickly out of the way as the magical apparatus thudded right atop Merric's cute feet. They glowed green just like the wand had and Merric's eyes grew wide with worry.
They weren't the only things growing though. The mage ended up on his back atop the stage as his tootsies grew and grew several sizes. Soon enough, Xane was licking his lips at the massive feet that now stood taller than him in his natural form. He gave the struggling magician a wave and enjoyed how the feet had ended up too big for him to even move his legs. No, all Merric could do was lay back and take it as he now had monstrously big feet that sat defenseless before a tickle fiend. Xane loved that Size-Changing Spell so much. Old Lord Athos had used that on him once or twice when he'd been a particularly pesky acolyte. He'd always been a good boy afterwards...for a while at least.
"Now Merry, what should we do with these first?"
Xane gave the giant foot a big hug and enjoyed the way his defenseless magician gave a squeal that slipped into giggles. He ran his fingers along the warm wall of flesh before him and enjoyed the feeling. Merric had always had soft feet, as most in the magical professions did. Now that they were so big, Xane smiled as his whole hand sunk into the flesh, rather than just a finger. He leaned forward and took a little sniff of it and relished the smell of sand mixed with parchment, the signature aroma of the desert-based wizard kingdom he hailed from. Xane kept his arms up like his bigfooted prize would escape and carefully slipped one of his own feet from its shoe. He started climbing his way up the giant foot as Merric wailed in ticklish agony, beating his fists against the boards of the stage, and generally putting on a show.
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Xane was about to the midway point of the foot when his other foot came free of its shoe. He giggled and wiggled his little toes on Merric's sole and enjoyed the snorts that came from the mage because of it. He'd climbed his way up to the arch before long and just couldn't control himself. He put his face into the curve and enjoyed how the warm skin felt on his cheeks. He placed his lips to the wall and gave it a big kiss as his victim went wild.
Xane was having a blast with the giant foot he was clambering around on, licking it, nibbling it, and just generally tormenting it. He was so wrapped up in it that he didn't see as a gust of cold, winter air blew across the stage. It flipped the pages of Merric's spellbook back to where it was previously and even rolled the wand close enough for Merric to grab hold of it through teary eyes. He giggled out the incantation for the Tickle Monster Spell one more time and hoped it would work.
Xane didn't notice the puff of smoke from behind Merric's gigantic pies. He was having far too much fun nipping and scratching at the gigantic ball of the man's foot to notice anything; unfortunately, that also included his footing. Xane fell hard to the ground and landed on his back. It didn't do a thing to affect the big grin on his face though. He stayed there on his back and actually raised his feet to start dancing his toes all along Merric's cartoonish feet.
He was giggling himself, but of course nowhere near as hard as Merric who was practically frantic at this point. That mad laughter of Merric's made for a good cover as a new third player recited some previously used magic words. Xane was giggling at how nice it felt to zip his toes along Merric's big ticklish things without a thought in his head. That was until an arm took his ankles into a strong grip. Xane opened his eyes to the sight of a far too familiar bluenette wielding a magic wand.
"What a fun trick you've played on Merry! In the spirit of the season though, isn't it better to give than receive?"
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Xane could only whimper as his tootsies were tapped with the wand and the spell took effect. Soon, Marth sat cross-legged and happy between two sets of feet so big that they were immobilized. He simultaneously wiggled his fingers on both and found that they were still as ticklish as when they were smaller. In fact, Merric's laughter arced up in pitch as Marth tickled a little death spot on his heel that only one other person knew about, and she'd tipped her hand about it when showing her little brother that he was never too big to get away with mischief when she was around.
It wasn't quite as effective on Xane but he didn't need to have the same spots. The dragon's dirty mind was doing Marth's job for him. The feeling of Mar-Mar's fingers getting into each nook and cranny he had was making the dragon's head spin, and he barely noticed as his own hand slipped down his pants. The little, red-fuzzed serpent in there was already somewhat wet with sticky pre-cum but eagerly jumped at his touch.
Merric wasn't in much better condition than Xane but had always been a bit purer than the naughty manakete. Rather than slide his hands down low the mage's hands were around his sides, desperately holding them as his mad laughter made them ache. At first, he'd wanted vengeance on Lady Elice for revealing his worst spots to her brother. That had been on the first spot.
The ticklish spot was right on the heel where the mage tended to roll his foot to rest his weight when he was bored. Despite a land of warm sand being what he called home, that habit had still managed to wear down an extra-soft spot there. Marth had been skeptical of it until he'd felt his hand sink into the warm flesh in a manner that almost made him melt; much like Merric who was currently melting down at the attention to his death spot. Marth mirrored the motion on Xane’s foot, but the lesser reaction coupled with just how delightful Merric's laugh was meant that the dragon's foot got a bit less attention. It didn't spare Xane anything though as the light touch combined with Merric's whimsical giggles just meant that he was stroking himself faster to the wonderful sounds and sensations.
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Marth moved a bit higher to try another spot Elice had told him about: a little spot off slightly to the left, right where his heel started to slide down into his arch. The story she'd told him was of how she'd gotten her darling Merry a pair of silken socks for Christmas. They were a form of clothing uncommon in the deserts of Khadein but he'd still worn them because he'd liked the gift. However, a grain of the warm desert sand had gotten trapped inside one and rubbed itself in that spot for days without Merric noticing. The result was that one day when the eldest princess of Altea came to visit her chosen consort she found a little pink spot there that was practically begging for her nails to scratch and scritch at.
When Marth touched it, he heard nothing from Merric but a banging sound. A peek around the big, ticklish walls showed the greenette had stuffed a fist between his teeth and was using the other to pound on the boards of the stage. Again, Xane didn't share this weakness, but it still felt nice. Plus, the sound of Merric's adorable reaction was quite the turn-on. He found himself pushed over the edge and fell back against the stage as warmth spread down his leg. The strangled yelp he let out got Marth's attention and the prince realized he'd been ignoring his tricky little friend.
The Princey stood up and gave a big stretch before crossing his arms and digging it to the gargantuan arches of each of his guests at the same time. Merric and Xane both went wild as Marth closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations. The difference in the tones of laughter made for a wonderful harmony between the two, Merric's more musical and with a slight lilt to his giggles while Xane’s was breathier and occasionally broken up by a snort. The textures of their feet had a nice contrast as well, what with Merric's soft and warm to the touch like they had just been pulled from the warm sands of his homeland, as opposed to Xane's. His shapeshifting allowed him to keep his tootsies pristine and well-groomed despite never having sat down for a pedicure in his life, with toes that pointed straight out with no hint of a curl as if they'd never even seen the inside of a shoe. Just the distinct feeling of the two's giant feet had Marth himself feeling dizzy. The heat coming off Merric's great soles felt like the same kind found beneath the sheets of a warm bed on a cold night, while Xane's were so creamy and pale that you could almost feel a pleasant chill coming off them.
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So wrapped up was Marth that he too fell victim to a trick as he overindulged in his treats. Merric's spellbook was still in reach, and he'd flipped his way back to the spell that had brought his friend to his "aid" in the first place. Imagine Merric's surprise when yet another a blue-haired royal of Altea stood before him. She put a finger to his lips and snuck around behind Marth. When the prince's hands went above his head again, he found ten manicured nails dig into his ticklish hollows and broke out into laughter of his own.
With the experience of a well-versed Marth-wrangler, Princess Elice led the laughing lord gently down to the ground and kept him giggly and subdued with just one hand. Marth could only giggle and squeak as she propped the spellbook open on his tum, turned the pages, and spoke the words before jabbing him right in his sole. Soon Princess Elice stood before the now inflated soles of her darling Merric and her precious little brother Marth. Still, as she dug her nails into the soles of both boys that she knew so well, she felt as if she was forgetting something.
That something had slipped forms again and scampered away as a frightened little puppy with his tail between his legs. Xane could hear Marth and Merric absolutely losing their minds as he fled and while he would like to stay and watch it, the princess scared him quite a bit. If she caught him there would be no more pranks, and Halloween would officially be over.
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Xane escaped down the hall at a sprint disguised as a simple pup, zipping past any number of rooms, situations, and Heroes, paranoid that once again he'd be interrupted by Marth tickling his brains right out his ears. He would have run all night if a light in the library hadn't caught his attention. The pupper stopped to check it out and froze at the sight. Celebrating a victory from earlier, somebody had pulled an easy chair up before the fireplace. The statuesque man had intended to simply cozy up by the fire with a glass of wine and a book, but it looked like he'd been more tired than he expected.
Xane's mouth was dry as he looked at the table before the dozing Wyvern-Lord. He'd kicked his tired feet up before dozing off and Xane couldn't tear his eyes away from them. The size 14's glistened as warm firelight danced across them, and the shadows cast by it almost seemed to imitate wiggling fingers and traveling feathers.
The long and noble toes flexed in his sleep as if he could feel Xane's gaze on his ungodly handsome feet. The King of Macedon had been a boisterous and vengeful man before, but repeated humblings from both life and the multitude of ticklish situations here in Muspell had done their part to add an air of humility to Michalis. Especially since the arrival of Marth to the castle, it wasn't often that the tall man got through the day without laughing himself hoarse. Xane was almost drooling as he slipped into his true form and crept closer. He thought about just digging into the sexy feet before him, but where was the fun in that?
He shifted himself to look like a simple box and plopped into Michalis' lap just hard enough to rouse him. His plan was to have the curious royal turn the crank to his box so that he'd pop out, wrap around his legs, and dig right into those big dogs of his that looked deliciously warm to the touch in the light of the fire. He crept forward and put his plan into action, changing shape quickly to become a jack in the box and plop right into Michalis' lap. An unexpected wrinkle instantly developed in Xane's plan, however.
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Michalis was a light sleeper and had woken shortly after the troublemaker had entered the room. He'd simply pretended to be sleeping to see what Xane would do. When the dragon turned himself into the box form, Michalis wasted no time and shoved the box on its side. Acting on a hunch, he stroked a finger up and down the bottom of the box and was rewarded by the sound of breathy giggles. He sped up the finger while pressing down on it and was rewarded by the little toy wobbling and changing before his veryeyes. It extended out into the same young pest who'd come in here to trouble him.
Xane ended up draped over Michalis' legs and in the unfortunate position of having left his cute size 8's right in the king's lap. Michalis' admired the cute sight and how small they seemed to a man of his size. He ran a knuckle down the sole of one and enjoyed how it made the small toes curl instinctively. A thought went through his head, and Micky quickly raised one leg and brought his heel down atop the wandering hand Xane had been trying to sneak toward his sole before quickly pinning down the other one as well. Xane whimpered as he was now draped across Michalis' legs, stretched and helpless. He felt the man's strong fingers on his soles and braced for another tickling but instead let out a gasp of surprise at a different feeling.
Michalis' finger held his foot still so that his thumbs could push up beneath the ball of his foot and rubbing sole in a sensuous massage. Xane struggled in confusion until the man's expert fingers began plucking at his short toes and kneading out the tension collected in their stems. Xane wanted to stuff his fist between his teeth to muffle his moans but couldn't due to the big, sexy dogs atop them. So instead, Michalis got to listen to a chorus of "Unnnhh's", Mmmmrff's" and the occasional "Gauuuh" as he treated the feet to the kind of massage he'd once enjoyed as a royal.
---
He'd thought about giving Xane a good tickling at first; dropping the little scamp to the ground and plucking his toes till he turned red, using his knuckles in the arch just as King Surtr would do to him. After how the little monster had tricked him earlier, he'd dreamed of squeezing him out like a tube of toothpaste in revenge. Eventually his ire had softened, and when he did have him at his mercy, the soft side Michalis had won out. Now the tall King was pleasuring Xane's naughty little feet while doing his best to ignore the lewd moans he was making. Finally, when Xane yelled out an "Ohhh fuck, yes, that feels so good Daddy!" he just had to say something.
"Have some dignity at least. Control yourself or I will stop!"
Xane had never been the obedient type, always more the mischief and pointless defiance type. It was completely in character for him to throw a tantrum over being given a treat. Still, he caught Michalis off guard when rather than just stop being cheeky and enjoy the massage, he turned his head to give a big and loving lick up the man's large and warm soles. Michalis let out a keen at the feeling but refused to be baited into giving the little shit the tickling that he so obviously deserved. Instead, he began giving special attention to the dragon's cute little heels, driving in his thumbs in as he rubbed out every bit of tension in them until he melted.
Xane responded to this thoughtful gesture by again giving Michalis's sole another lick as it was a lollipop, making the king jump in his chair and warn him again. Xane again ignored this and gave Michalis another lickle, prompting the man to give up on his gracious message and pay him back with a lick of his own. Xane yipped like an animal, not having expected a taste of his own medicine to come in the form of actually being tasted. He nipped at Michalis' toes and enjoyed how that made the tall villain squeal. It was honestly rather adorable. Xane had never really had time to tease Michalis one-on-one due to how he was always occupied with either his sisters, Marth, or being at King Surtr's beck and call.
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He'd have to set up something truly wicked for Mister King of Macedon, to get him back for this. The feeling of Michalis forcing his tongue between two of Xane's toes made the dragon's mind go white-hot with tickles. The way the wet organ wiggled in there despite how desperately Xane was clenching the digits had him clenching his teeth and balling his fists so hard the knuckles were going white. He tried to fight through it and get back at the large feet of Michalis on either side of his head, but the sensations were too much. He sagged in Michalis' grip and ended up completely at his mercy, his tongue too busy with bursts of "OOOAHAH's, " WAUHAHA's”, and "KEHEHEHE's” to think of giving the big meat pies any more trouble.
Michalis was still aggravated though, and as such the gentle stuff was over. He used his thumbs to pry open Xane's toes and dig in between them with his fingers. This made the dragon wheeze and struggle weakly atop Michalis' legs, but he couldn't accomplish anything due to just how much it tickled. All Xane could do was bark out laughter, and he did it so loudly that neither of them noticed somebody sneaking into the room; at this point, it's rather obvious who it was. Still, Marth stayed low and crept up from behind with a length of rope in his hands.
The tall monarch didn't see the Hero-King coming until a delicate hand tickled his abs. When Micky tried to push it away, he found his wrist seized and quickly tied down to the arm of his chair. Marth quickly slipped behind him and did the same to his other hand. This would have been the perfect opportunity for Xane to slip away but the scamp was just too exhausted. All the running and fun that he'd been put through tonight had caught up with him, and he was finally down for the count. If Michalis were to drop him to the floor, he'd probably stay there at this point.
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Mar-Mar didn't want him going anywhere though, as he liked having Xane's cute little feet and Michalis' tasty abs right next to each other. Once he had the King securely fastened into his seat, Marth hopped right into his new rope-bunny’s lap. He snuggled in nicely and kicked his feet up on Micky's arm while he pulled Xane's tired feet close.
"Mmm we're all comfy aren't we now? I can feel that down there, Micky. Somebody’s having a good time!"
Marth adjusted the way he was sitting atop Michalis' penis and giggled at how red the man's cheeks were. The shade worsened when Marth used his hand like a claw and dug right into the helpless abs he was sitting before. Xane wasn't spared, and soon he felt a finger tracing along the edges of his helpless soles and couldn't do anything but wheeze and guffaw. When he tried to pull his feet away, he found Marth pull them close instead and scribble his nails all along them. Michalis tried to suck his flat stomach away but that got Marth's attention again and the tickle monster was now playing in the man's navel.
The ruckus of their laughter was loud, loud enough that none of the three heard the chair creaking under them. Marth was an expert tickler and all, but the two of them were quite a bit feistier than he'd anticipated. Between Michalis' shaking and Xane's wiggling, the chair didn't stand a chance. One leg popped free and all three of them crashed into a pile with a crack of splintering wood. Xane rubbed his head and was greeted with quite the sight before his face: Michalis' big, soft feet now had a pair of graceful size 12's trapped between them. Xane didn't even hesitate, digging his nails right into both sets of ticklish feet without thinking for a second about the consequences, which there definitely were. Seconds after he dug into their feet, Micky and Mar-Mar took a foot each and tickled away at the soles and toes. Xane laughed just as hard as them as his toes were plucked, his arches scraped, and his heels teased.
The three of them made quite the symphony of laughter between Michalis' harsh barking, Marth's musical giggles, and Xane's goofy snorts. Given that and the sound of the chair going boom, it was quite the easy task for several aggrieved parties to find them. A red-faced Navarre covered in lipstick marks resembling hickies; an embarrassed Merric hastily adjusting the magician's fishnets that Princess Elice had stuffed him in…AGAIN; and an absolutely exhausted and sweaty Roderick who was quite resentful at having been left behind to be the focal point of Princess Sheena's special training exercise, one where she laid on his back and tickled his pits as he continued to do push-ups.
The three aggravated Archaneans dove atop the trio and began tickling away at them in revenge for the pranks they'd been caught in the middle of. The three of them ended up becoming the ones laughing as the others tickled them silly as punishment. That just made it louder though and as a result, more were drawn. Soon they were joined by Marth's wife Princess Caeda, Michalis' sister Princess Minerva, Merric's girlfriend Princess Elice, Roderick's coach Princess Sheena, Navarre's stalker Phina and Ogma who'd pieced together who'd pranked him earlier. They all tickled each other in a pile until all twelve were sweaty and exhausted. Xane lay at the bottom of the pile of tired Heroes and thought to himself about how this would be a perfect opportunity for a prank. A contented Marth squeezed him close like a stuffed toy and Xane changed his mind. He was happy right where he was.
"There's always next year, I guess."
