Lake Superior
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
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- 188
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- 18
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Ryoma had never liked the beach very much. It wasn't the heat, the sand, or even the salty air. It was something he couldn't quite place. So when Cynthia had whined for his squad to go, he of course had been quite hesitant. Still, she had been quite insistent so eventually he'd relented, and their other two comrades had fallen in line as well. Seeing Jorge and Lugh play in the water had been nice. The short mage had been forced to shove the merchant in at first due to a surprising fear of water but he'd gotten over it.
Ryoma watched his two squadmates happily and was pleased to hear the whole group laughing and enjoying themselves. Wait…where was Cynthia, and why was she laughing? Ryoma immediately lept to his sandaled feet to run and see where she was. Gone so quickly was he that he didn't see the pair of pruny little tickle-bois pop out of the water onto his two comrades. Wolt and Roy went straight for Jorge and Lugh's ears as they pulled them further out into the water like a rip-roaring riptide.
Ryoma finally found where Cynthia after following her voice to a little hut on the beach. He found the pig-tailed amateur healer rolling about in the sand with a pair of young men atop her; one with pink hair and a tan-line suggesting he usually covered his face was poking her belly over and over with his index fingers. The other had silver hair and reclined in the sand with Cynthia's size 5 feet under one arm. He plucked at her toes absentmindedly while keeping her anchored down for the other man to play with her exposed tum. She'd been so eager to show Ryoma her heroic new bikini, and now she was falling out of it with a red face.
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"Coochie, coochie coo Miss Hero. My, you were naively cute before, but I can't wait to get you back to the castle! Why, just imagine how nice you'll look with that blush permanently! If a serious boy like my Gerome-ykins was all giggly after his bath I can't wait to see how adorable you'll be," Inigo said as ran his foot up his pet dragon-boy's back. Gerome giggled and shivered as he stuffed his sun-dusted nose in Cynthia's soft tummy, which just made the girl laugh even harder.
"Get off of her at once you perverts!" Ryoma shouted as he stepped forward. The pair of Ylissean's looked up with bored expressions before a slightly older version of Inigo snuck up and took Ryoma down at the knees. The Hoshidan Prince wrestled with Lazlow in the sand for a moment before he managed to plant his feet in the sand thanks to his sandals and forced the Nohrian onto the ground. He pulled the merc’s wrist above his head and began raking his fingers up and down his armpit, making the bigfooted retainer kick his legs helplessly in the sand.
He turned to see that the others had ignored him completely. In fact, Inigo now had Cynthia AND Gerome laying on their bellies on a beach towel with their hands bound behind their backs using towels. He had both his fellow second-generation Shephards’ feet up on his lap and was generously working sunscreen into the wrinkles on Gerome's big soles and in between Cynthia's bubbly little toes.
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Inigo seemed so utterly unbothered with Ryoma versus Lazlow that it bothered the Crown Prince of Hoshido. He dug his fingers deeper into the doppelgänger of the spoiled brat on the towel and clucked his tongue in annoyance, all while the other man blissfully worked his fingers along with the tight rears of his two victims in response. He turned his back on the prince to start tickling them beneath their swimsuits which just made Ryoma madder. He shoved the red-faced Lazlow to the ground to teach this one some respect, when once again he was tackled to the ground from behind. The samurai scrambled to get his wiry attacker off him, but when a tail constricted his wrists, he gasped at the realization of who'd attacked him.
"Corrin! Brother, you escaped?! Quick, let's get you back to the castle! We can help you-eeeEAAHAHA!"
The silver-haired Dragon Prince buried his face in his elder brother's sweaty abs and began biting the popping muscles to make the brown-haired warrior wail. Ryoma tried to kick Corrin off him but that just let the child of fate relieve him of one of his sandals. He tossed it over his shoulder where Inigo dove to catch it. While Corrin wiggled his fingers and started tracing them across the bared size 14 foot of Ryoma's, Inigo slid the sandal over Gerome's nose and went back to tickling his swimtrunked ass to make him breathe it deeply.
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Finally, Ryoma stepped wrong and fell to his rear in the sand where the rabid Twinkle-Toes was quick to pounce upon him. Ryoma tried to roll away but that just let the former Corrin start scribbling his fingers up and down the man's muscled back. Ryoma was finally able to yank his hands-free of Corrin's tail and shove him off again. He stood quickly to try and gain leverage but Corrin dove upon his one still-sandaled foot. The prince of Hoshido collapsed into a laughing mess as Corrin applied his teeth to the meager strap there to try and free the foot.
The feeling of his "sibling's" teeth gliding along the top of his foot was enough to send Ryoma back on the sand again in a chuckling fit. He found his hands pinned there by another unknown party and his eyes went wide at seeing that it was none other than his former ally Kaden! The mischievous Kitsune knelt upon his wrists and swished his fluffy tail back and forth along Ryoma's pectorals while the royal snickered through grit teeth. The sight of his other sandal sailing overhead had him gasp though and let the giggles out (Inigo caught that one too and was quick to do tie it to his other captive beach bunny).
Ryoma now had Corrin kneeling upon his ankles and the dragon's tail swishing back and forth across his sandy abdominals in a copycat of the crafty Kaden. Worse still, both his captors were prying open his fingers and toes with one hand to allow the other to freely scribble along his defenseless palms and soles. Ryoma's loud laughter echoed up and down the beach as the pair of speedo-clad ex-allies teased the fundoshi'd royal. They both leaned back and stroked their cocks through their swimwear (Which were of course labeled: PROPERTY OF SURTR) before getting back to it.
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Ryoma now had fingers pinching and squeezing his rough palms and his toughened soles. In addition, there was also Kaden's fluffy tail dusting his pectorals and Corrin's feathery one playing along his abs. He bucked and howled beneath the pair of beastly troublemakers, falling into the rhythm Inigo was making as he slapped his friends’ asses like they were war drums. Gerome bit his lip goofily at each spank on his ass while Cynthia continued with a set of girlish squeaks. Both knew not to protest however in fear of Inigo applying another layer of sunscreen. Speaking of that, a sticky substance like sunscreen was now spreading under Ryoma's risqué fundoshi, much to his embarrassment.
His captors giggled at how red he'd gotten but that was it for him. With a burst of surprising strength, Ryoma threw the two of them off him and shakily got to his feet again. The Dragon and Fox were quick though and lunged back at Ryoma to try and recapture their muscular tickle toy. The two both let out squeaks at the way the tall Hoshidan instead swept them off their sandaled feet and into a powerful bearhug.
"WAKE UP, BOTH OF YOU! If I can just get you back to the castle maybe they can help undo this brainwashing the two of you have gone through! Please! Corrin, Kaden! Snap out of it!"
Instead of understanding, however, Ryoma felt both of them clamp their mouths to his proud neck and nibble away. He once again fell back to the sand a laughing mess. He kicked wildly in the sand to try and keep his big feet away from those tricky tails. He knew that if he let them out of the bearhug it would get much worse for him, and as such he held them tight even though that gave them so much of his neck to nibble. Saizo and Kagero were bound to happen along eventually and find them, right?
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If Ryoma had been able to keep his mind clear, he would have realized that waiting for approximately 25 turns for his retainers was a silly plan, but his logic was muddied by the pair of sharp-toothed tickle fiends leaving hickies up and down his neck. They were doing their best to wriggle free, and it was getting harder and harder to hold them.
"Hold them, Mister Ryoma! If you let them go, we're doo-HOOHOOMED NOOOHOO STAHAHAP! INIHIGO MEHEHERCY! NAHAHAT MY FEEHEETS!"
Cynthia's attempt to cheer on her teammate was silenced by Inigo placing a small crab on her trapped feet. The cruel crustacean immediately became enamored with the pegasus knight's hyperactive little toes and scuttled its way down her size 5's to wrap a claw around and pinch its pad.
"No! Let them go! Stop trying to hold it back and submit to the tickles Hunk-GAHAHAHA! 'NIHIHGO, NAHAHAT THE WRINIHKLES! BAHAHA! GOHOHOHO AND HEHEHLP TIHIHGGLE HIM, NAHAHAT MEHEE SIHIHLLY!"
Gerome's huge boats fell victim to similar tickles as Cynthia, except instead of a horny crab it was a horny lad by the name of Inigo who was eagerly tonguefucking each wrinkle on the wyvern rider's big feet while idly plucking his toes.
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The noise of it all was too much and Ryoma's grip slipped. The pair of tickle puppies were on him in seconds. Their fingers danced along his abs, their teeth attacked his pecs, and their talented toes stroked, molested, and bullied his cock through his sticky swimwear. His feet desperately tried to avoid the tails but didn't have much room to run what with the two pinning him to the sand once again.
"GAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHKE UP! YOOHOHU ARE PROHOHUD WAHAHAHAHARRIORS-AUGHHAHAH STAHAHAP CHEHEHEWING MY NIHIHIPPLES!"
"Mmmm but your chewy boobies are the best part of you, Ryomykins! I could suck and bite these all day! In fact, I just might!"
Kaden adopted a mischievous grin before he began snuffling about beneath Ryoma's chest and nibbling at the little cavern of sensitive flesh in there much to the samurai's ticklish dismay.
"THEHEY'RE NOHOHOT BOOHOOBS! THOHOSE ARE MY PEHEHECS!"
"Nuh-uh Ryomykins! They're mine!"
Corrin took a long and rough lick up Ryoma's breast before beginning to go in concentric circles around his areola. When he finally reached the juicy center, he bit the pink nub hard enough that Ryoma's entire body stiffened beneath him. The tall samurai used all the energy he had left in vain as the tickling had drained him to the point where he couldn't even push the two of them away. Ryoma's eyes fluttered as his little Raijinto let out another load of wet, white lightning. Kaden and Corrin snickered as he lost consciousness and drifted off to the sounds of laughter all around him.
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When Ryoma's eyes cracked open there was still laughter in the air. Deep, manic laughter from Gerome as his tied feet were teased in their position trapped between Corrin's thighs; bubbly, frantic laughter from Inigo as he squirmed in the sand with his feet between Kaden's thighs in a similar situation; squeaky, mad laughter from Cynthia who had been kicked off the towel due to the new arrival. To keep from getting lonely though, even more little crabs had arrived. Nine more to be exact, and each had become just as smitten with one of the girl's bubbly toesies much like the first had.
Corrin and Kaden snickered happily as their exploration of the Ylissean feet they had captive was rewarded by strong fingers pinching their chests and tickling their necks as they sat in a massive, tanned lap. Surtr himself laughed at the sight of his two, newly captured heroes trapped before him, but also because of how his favorite dancing pets’ tails swished along his thick cock.
Surtr cracked open an eye and smiled at seeing Ryoma starting to rouse. The samurai went to stand and fight against the massive pervert that had stolen his family and friends from him…but in his rush hadn't realized that his hands were bound behind his back with a towel. He stood up with no ability to do anything but blush furiously as Surtr simply reached forward and ripped off his fundoshi as if he was taking a paper towel.
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Surtr shoved his pair of ticklish dancing boys off his lap and was quick to drag the resisting Ryoma up onto it in their place. Ryoma writhed as the man ran calloused fingers along his abs and in-between his pecs slowly enough for the tyrant to savor his reactions. The tall brunette stood over 6-foot-6, but in the massive Surtr's hands he felt like a child being toyed with. Surtr took him by the ankle and ran a finger along the man's calf as he snickered and grit his teeth.
"Such a proud warrior in my lap. Why, does he have something he wants to say?"
Surtr twirled his finger around Ryoma's ankle while the now-naked prince shook his head furiously and sputtered.
"Snnnnrrk, d-da-damn youuuu!"
Surtr's fingers now spidered themselves up Ryoma's calf and stopped just short of his thigh. They zipped around and behind his knee before teasing right below his ass. Each quick turn the little racer made had the man jumping and bucking in Surtr's lap while becoming more and more aware of the great, orange-bearded penis sitting between his smooth yet powerful thighs.
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Ryoma tried to twist away but was pounced upon by Corrin and Kaden. The two were quick as ever and were soon ticklishly nibbling their way up and down his muscled chest. Ryomykins soon found Surtr lifting him up by his armpits and tickling along his helpless sides, and soon the snickering samurai was kicking and squealing as the dragon and fox took him by an ankle each and began spidering fingers along his proud soles.
"Big brother had ticklish feet? Is that why he never took his shoes off when I asked? Poor, ticklish Ryomykins! King Surtr, can he dance with us? Let's take him to the pit to have him dance!"
While teasing Ryoma, Corrin was using his thin fingers to tease and trap Ryoma's long toes so that he could drive his thumb in between them to make the man howl. Ryoma thought back on all the times he'd pinned the naive prince and teased those exposed soles of his as punishment for being tricked again. He now couldn't help but imagine himself back in those situations but in Corrin's stead.
"*slurp* Ahhh, Prince Ryoma's ticklish! *smack* Prince Ryoma's ticklish! *nip* Prince Ryoma's ticklish! He's sooo ticklish! Why, if I'd known that when you all first came to the Kitsune village, we'd have carried you all off deep in the forest to be used for fluffing, forever! Haha but I'm glad I didn't, cause Prince Ryoma brought me here and now I'm King Surtr's! Now Prince Ryoma belongs to King Surtr, too! Ahaha we can ALL be King Surtr's toys eventually!"
Kaden's eyes were glazed as he bit, sucked, nibbled, and chomped his way down Ryoma's sole in contrast to Corrin's toe-tal focus. He squealed happily when Surtr lightly tickled inside his fluffy ears as a treat for his kind words.
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All three let out identical girlish squeaks as the massive Surtr took them all by the ankles at once and threw them over his knee. Soon all three were face down in the sand together giggling their heads off as Surtr traced the outlines of their trapped feet with his finger. It was the worst for Ryoma though as Corrin and Kaden were sure to keep teasing his chest as he squirmed. Eventually, Surtr took a foot from each of them and pressed them into Ryoma's own big feet so that their toes were firmly in his long arches. This allowed their wiggling toes to drive him absolutely mad as he thrashed in the sand.
Soon Surtr was able to release their ankles and trust his pets to continue footsie-ing Ryomykins on his behalf. This allowed the fiery tyrant to start running his fingers up and down Ryoma's tight ass and muscled back. The brunette pulled at his bonds and tried to wriggle free but had next to no energy left after laughing away all the air in his lungs. He sagged into the sand as Surtr gave him a hard, open-hand slap upon his rear.
"Do you surrender, Prince Ryoma? Are you ready to join your family at the foot of my throne, worm?"
"I-I'll never surrend-HEEHEHEH!"
Corrin pounced on Ryoma and in seconds was tickling his fingers between the man's defined shoulder blades. The dragon teased the squirmy samurai while chiding him.
"C'mon big broooother! We can all dance together for King Surtr forever!"
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Corrin tapped his fingers up and down Ryoma's back in a way that had him wriggling beneath the man. Surtr let the two crash down onto the towel and chuckled at how Corrin now sat atop the prince like a horse. Kaden dove in as well and added his fingers to Ryoma's calves. The proud Prince wriggled beneath them while Surtr stalked off to amuse himself with the ankles of Inigo and Gerome in each hand. He had thoughts in his head of the two goofy Ylisseans maybe needing someone to lick away all of that sunscreen before having it reapplied.
Once Surtr was far enough away, Ryoma saw his chance. He threw all his weight into rolling over suddenly and shaking the pair of troublemakers off him. The dragon and fox yelped as Ryoma tumbled right over the pair of them. He captured Kaden's head between his thighs and Corrin's hand in his and rolled in a manner to disrupt the frisky crabs from how they'd each taken one of Cynthia's teensy toes and asked them to dance.
With the last of his energy, Ryoma threw the pair off the blanket and into the sand in a risky maneuver. His gamble proved right, and the two sank into the sand quickly. Tendrils quickly wrapped around them, and in seconds their heads and bare bellies popped out of the beach alongside a strange creature.
"Fascinating. How did you know I was here?" it asked while absentmindedly fiddling with its hair. Ryoma ignored it and instead got his bound wrists as close to Cynthia's as he could so that they could work on untying each other's bonds. The monster Sadeth simply shrugged and produced a pair of tendrils to start swirling inside Corrin and Kaden's navels while they slid away along the beach.
"Very well. There's nowhere you can go on this beach without stepping off that blanket. These two however will make a nice addition to a sandcastle I'm building further down. Simply step off the blanket when you're ready to join them. I'll be quick in coming to collect the two of you. Enjoy your beach day!"
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It retreated into the sand and took the two with it as it fled. Ryoma and Cynthia got to their feet quickly and shooed the crabs away more as they surged back toward the pig-tailed target of their affection.
"Thanks, Ryoma" she chirped as she stood up and stretched in her swimsuit. "There was one behind me that was trying to undo my top! If they liked my toes so much, I'm terrified of what they'd think of my nipples."
Ryoma instinctively covered his own, but luckily the pesky little crustaceans seemed to bear no interest for his tits. Little did he know that a pair of stalked eyes were watching him and that, unlike the little ones, they were far more appreciative of the male form. They moved forward slowly at first while Ryoma and Cynthia were busy trying to keep the determined, ever-growing horde of little crabs away from Cynthia's beleaguered tootsies.
The swarminf pests continued to come back after being batted and kicked away, and to Cynthia's growing horror they seemed to be trying to drag her by the toes. Thankfully they were small and easily disrupted, but she had no desire to see where they wanted to take her piggies to so badly. Ryoma, ever the gentleman, was distracted with helping her slap and kick them away, so it was quite the shock when a massive crab claw emerged from the sand and crashed down on their little blanket.
Both of them fell to their rears in surprise at the giant enemy crab entering the scene. Unfortunately for Cynthia, she thoughtlessly placed a hand on the sand, and instantly a tendril shot up from it and locked around her wrist like a shackle. Even worse for her was how a trail of the little tickle crabs began marching from the sand there and up her now helpless arm. In addition, the toe-crabs were back, and now with only one hand to fight them, they were winning.
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She shrieked in ticklish peril, but Ryoma was in no position to help her. The massive version of the crabs had been quick to click its pincers around his ankles and slam them to the ground in a way that once again trapped him on his stomach. Ryoma tried to twist around in a way that would let him strike at the underbelly of the crab, but he found himself trapped face down as it lowered itself and opened its mouth. Three small feelers came from its mouth and began hesitantly sniffing about the swordmaster’s helpless and naked feet. He yelled in surprise when it touched his foot with what felt like a pair of lips at its tip. It withdrew and left Ryoma with the distinct feeling that his foot had just been given a crabby smooch.
The second tendril came forward and dragged thousands of tiny feelers along Ryoma's sole in a manner that felt distinctly "feathery" to him. In fact, it was almost exactly like a million little feathers were teasing his foot there, and Ryoma could only sputter at the attention as it withdrew and the third tendril came snaking forwards. This one shook itself over Ryoma's foot and unbeknownst to him spread a light looking dust along. All Ryoma knew was that suddenly his foot itched terribly, and he screamed in frustration for them to let him scratch it. The crab wasn't interested in that though, and instead added the kissing tendril and the feather tendril back to Ryoma's feet in a way that both tickled him but also offered him zero relief for his horrid itch.
With no more aid from Ryoma, poor Cynthia was quickly overwhelmed with little crabs who revealed they had the same tendrils, only tinier. They quickly got back to their love affair with the pegasus knight's toes while more began exploring her trapped armpit to see if any paramours were hiding in there. To Cynthia's utter dread they did manage to get her top undone and they circled around her ticklish nipples hungrily.
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Cynthia was on her own as once again Ryomykins was trying to get the great, orange menace obsessed with his feet to give him a break. He pounded his fist on the beach blanket in utter tickle hell-induced agony as a figure popped out of the sand before him and studied him. Sadeth put his hand to his chin and began questions to help with his studies.
"Is this what you'd prefer to do rather than helping me with my sandcastle like the others? How curious you are. Do you enjoy the feeling of that?"
Ryoma swung his hand to strike at the damnable sand beast, but his attack was misinterpreted by it instead. It offered a hand and a bright smile to him as it thought it had made a friend.
"Ahh! Have you perhaps changed your mind? Wonderful! Simply take my hand and we can go and work on that sandcastle together!"
The monster reached out, and in an absence of other choices Ryoma indulged it. He was yanked from the crab's grip almost instantly, and to her shrieking shock, Cynthia was dragged right along with him into the soft sand and shuttled off into the darkness. The exhausted Ryoma tried to stay conscious, but the shock of moving so fast quickly put him out like a light.
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Ryoma woke quickly to the deafening sound of frenzied laughter. He tried to move but found himself tightly packed in a solid wall of sand that prevented him from being able to move an inch. His feet and head were the only thing sticking out into the sunshine, and from up here he could get a full view of the massive sandcastle along with the various sources of the maddening hilarity.
Down at the driftwood gates to the castle, a horde of crabs marched forwards pushing a hastily constructed battering ram. Its head was adorned with feathers in a manner that was supposed to be intimidating Ryoma supposed. Instead, however, they served to make Inigo and Gerome whose helpless tootsies were trapped together to serve as the castle gates, lose their minds as the fluffy siege weapon assaulted their soles.
Behind the castle was a trio of pruny soles belonging to everybody's favorite waterlogged tickle boys: Roy, Wolt, and their newest addition Lugh! The trio of vertically challenged teens had their smol feetsies under attack by a field of spitting clams who were barraging their helpless tootsies with pinpoint accurate blasts of water from their hidey holes in the sands of the beach. They were unable to help themselves as spurts of water kept impacting their poor soles which jutted from the walls of the sandcastle just like all the rest.
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The intricacies of the castle were astounding to the point where Ryoma could see rooms that had been constructed through windows. In one such room, he saw piles and piles of gold coins stacked up and a line of little crabs carrying them away with three to a one. The crown jewel of the room however was a pair of size 9 feet sticking up with a blonde-haired unfortunate between them. Jorge couldn't even laugh as somebody had stuffed quite a large diamond between his teeth, meaning that all he could do was "Mmmpbh!" and "Hhhrggh!" as the little crabs pulled at the string of pearls that wound between his toes and flossed them as they tugged. In addition, notes of various denominations were being carried off by the little crabs in a purposeful manner to fluff the merchant's pies as they went by.
To the other side of Ryoma, there was a window into what seemed to be a tropical throne room and, in this room, Cynthia resided with her feet on either side of a minuscule throne. Once more the crabs had found her and were delighted to be reunited with pegasus knight’s toes. They pinched, twiddled, nibbled, and scratched them wildly as the pigtailed damsel lost her mind to the point that she was trying to beg crustaceans for mercy. They gave her none and as more and more marched in, her despair was palpable. Down in the courtyard, the forms of Kaden and Corrin could be made out as they sat beneath a squatting King Surtr who worked a feather beneath their noses. The two kicked their feet happily in the air as he tended to him and even egged him on through their giggles.
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"Quite the show wouldn't you say?" came the familiar voice of a certain subterranean sex pest that Ryoma had come to dread. He looked up at Sadeth who loomed over the once imposing Samurai that was now barely more than a beach toy for tickle-obsessed lunatics. The monster looked down at Ryoma quizzically and watched as the muscular Crown Prince finally realized what had been scattered along his soles. He'd thought at first that it was simply sand from his having been packed in the walls of this grainy fortress.
Only now as a pack of seagulls blotted out the sun did the quivering brunette realize that his big, ticklish feet were covered in birdseed, and there was nothing he could do. The beaks got between his toes, up into his arches, along his heels, and even pecked at the ticklish tops of his helpless feet. He screamed madly as stray feathers got between his toes and stayed there, webbed feet picked at his heels for purchase, and even a few of the sieging tickle-crab horde got involved as well.
Ryoma's mind didn't last much longer, but Surtr still left him up there until the birds were done. He always appreciated animals having their fun and wasn't about to interrupt them. He'd have plenty of time with him later after a few dancing lessons.
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A few days later, Surtr sat back on his throne happily and watched the show. The three men danced as the tendrils slipped up from between the gaps in the grate they stood upon. Corrin, Kaden, and Ryoma now hopped from barefoot to barefoot wearing only silk scarves and tried to keep themselves from being tripped and tickled by the curious Sadeth below. The monster had already pulled Cynthia, Lugh, Inigo, and Gerome down after they'd failed this game, and now he was eager to see how he would fit Surtr's dancing boys into his collection.
A poke into his arch had Ryoma tripping forwards in a giggly fit and knocking Kaden on his back where Sadeth's tendrils were quick to grab him. The fox's ears were paid special attention as more tendrils teased the Hoshidan prince's toes and guided him towards Corrin with the intent of trying the same trick again. Twinkle-Toes was used to tricks like these though and was expertly side-stepping the blundering ox who had once been a noble warrior.
Adaptive as ever, Sadeth used a new trick and landed one of his crabby little minions right on Corrin's cock to play with his silver pubes and distract him just long enough for Ryoma to knock him to the ground as well, and eventually the tendrils brought him to his knees before extending up to tickle his taint. Once all three had tapped out while cumming uncontrollably, they were helpless as Surtr stalked over and took each of the exhausted men by the ankle.
"Still terrible, how unfortunate. But don't worry, maybe tomorrow you'll get it! After all, the 249th time is the charm!"
Ryoma had never liked the beach very much. It wasn't the heat, the sand, or even the salty air. It was something he couldn't quite place. So when Cynthia had whined for his squad to go, he of course had been quite hesitant. Still, she had been quite insistent so eventually he'd relented, and their other two comrades had fallen in line as well. Seeing Jorge and Lugh play in the water had been nice. The short mage had been forced to shove the merchant in at first due to a surprising fear of water but he'd gotten over it.
Ryoma watched his two squadmates happily and was pleased to hear the whole group laughing and enjoying themselves. Wait…where was Cynthia, and why was she laughing? Ryoma immediately lept to his sandaled feet to run and see where she was. Gone so quickly was he that he didn't see the pair of pruny little tickle-bois pop out of the water onto his two comrades. Wolt and Roy went straight for Jorge and Lugh's ears as they pulled them further out into the water like a rip-roaring riptide.
Ryoma finally found where Cynthia after following her voice to a little hut on the beach. He found the pig-tailed amateur healer rolling about in the sand with a pair of young men atop her; one with pink hair and a tan-line suggesting he usually covered his face was poking her belly over and over with his index fingers. The other had silver hair and reclined in the sand with Cynthia's size 5 feet under one arm. He plucked at her toes absentmindedly while keeping her anchored down for the other man to play with her exposed tum. She'd been so eager to show Ryoma her heroic new bikini, and now she was falling out of it with a red face.
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"Coochie, coochie coo Miss Hero. My, you were naively cute before, but I can't wait to get you back to the castle! Why, just imagine how nice you'll look with that blush permanently! If a serious boy like my Gerome-ykins was all giggly after his bath I can't wait to see how adorable you'll be," Inigo said as ran his foot up his pet dragon-boy's back. Gerome giggled and shivered as he stuffed his sun-dusted nose in Cynthia's soft tummy, which just made the girl laugh even harder.
"Get off of her at once you perverts!" Ryoma shouted as he stepped forward. The pair of Ylissean's looked up with bored expressions before a slightly older version of Inigo snuck up and took Ryoma down at the knees. The Hoshidan Prince wrestled with Lazlow in the sand for a moment before he managed to plant his feet in the sand thanks to his sandals and forced the Nohrian onto the ground. He pulled the merc’s wrist above his head and began raking his fingers up and down his armpit, making the bigfooted retainer kick his legs helplessly in the sand.
He turned to see that the others had ignored him completely. In fact, Inigo now had Cynthia AND Gerome laying on their bellies on a beach towel with their hands bound behind their backs using towels. He had both his fellow second-generation Shephards’ feet up on his lap and was generously working sunscreen into the wrinkles on Gerome's big soles and in between Cynthia's bubbly little toes.
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Inigo seemed so utterly unbothered with Ryoma versus Lazlow that it bothered the Crown Prince of Hoshido. He dug his fingers deeper into the doppelgänger of the spoiled brat on the towel and clucked his tongue in annoyance, all while the other man blissfully worked his fingers along with the tight rears of his two victims in response. He turned his back on the prince to start tickling them beneath their swimsuits which just made Ryoma madder. He shoved the red-faced Lazlow to the ground to teach this one some respect, when once again he was tackled to the ground from behind. The samurai scrambled to get his wiry attacker off him, but when a tail constricted his wrists, he gasped at the realization of who'd attacked him.
"Corrin! Brother, you escaped?! Quick, let's get you back to the castle! We can help you-eeeEAAHAHA!"
The silver-haired Dragon Prince buried his face in his elder brother's sweaty abs and began biting the popping muscles to make the brown-haired warrior wail. Ryoma tried to kick Corrin off him but that just let the child of fate relieve him of one of his sandals. He tossed it over his shoulder where Inigo dove to catch it. While Corrin wiggled his fingers and started tracing them across the bared size 14 foot of Ryoma's, Inigo slid the sandal over Gerome's nose and went back to tickling his swimtrunked ass to make him breathe it deeply.
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Finally, Ryoma stepped wrong and fell to his rear in the sand where the rabid Twinkle-Toes was quick to pounce upon him. Ryoma tried to roll away but that just let the former Corrin start scribbling his fingers up and down the man's muscled back. Ryoma was finally able to yank his hands-free of Corrin's tail and shove him off again. He stood quickly to try and gain leverage but Corrin dove upon his one still-sandaled foot. The prince of Hoshido collapsed into a laughing mess as Corrin applied his teeth to the meager strap there to try and free the foot.
The feeling of his "sibling's" teeth gliding along the top of his foot was enough to send Ryoma back on the sand again in a chuckling fit. He found his hands pinned there by another unknown party and his eyes went wide at seeing that it was none other than his former ally Kaden! The mischievous Kitsune knelt upon his wrists and swished his fluffy tail back and forth along Ryoma's pectorals while the royal snickered through grit teeth. The sight of his other sandal sailing overhead had him gasp though and let the giggles out (Inigo caught that one too and was quick to do tie it to his other captive beach bunny).
Ryoma now had Corrin kneeling upon his ankles and the dragon's tail swishing back and forth across his sandy abdominals in a copycat of the crafty Kaden. Worse still, both his captors were prying open his fingers and toes with one hand to allow the other to freely scribble along his defenseless palms and soles. Ryoma's loud laughter echoed up and down the beach as the pair of speedo-clad ex-allies teased the fundoshi'd royal. They both leaned back and stroked their cocks through their swimwear (Which were of course labeled: PROPERTY OF SURTR) before getting back to it.
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Ryoma now had fingers pinching and squeezing his rough palms and his toughened soles. In addition, there was also Kaden's fluffy tail dusting his pectorals and Corrin's feathery one playing along his abs. He bucked and howled beneath the pair of beastly troublemakers, falling into the rhythm Inigo was making as he slapped his friends’ asses like they were war drums. Gerome bit his lip goofily at each spank on his ass while Cynthia continued with a set of girlish squeaks. Both knew not to protest however in fear of Inigo applying another layer of sunscreen. Speaking of that, a sticky substance like sunscreen was now spreading under Ryoma's risqué fundoshi, much to his embarrassment.
His captors giggled at how red he'd gotten but that was it for him. With a burst of surprising strength, Ryoma threw the two of them off him and shakily got to his feet again. The Dragon and Fox were quick though and lunged back at Ryoma to try and recapture their muscular tickle toy. The two both let out squeaks at the way the tall Hoshidan instead swept them off their sandaled feet and into a powerful bearhug.
"WAKE UP, BOTH OF YOU! If I can just get you back to the castle maybe they can help undo this brainwashing the two of you have gone through! Please! Corrin, Kaden! Snap out of it!"
Instead of understanding, however, Ryoma felt both of them clamp their mouths to his proud neck and nibble away. He once again fell back to the sand a laughing mess. He kicked wildly in the sand to try and keep his big feet away from those tricky tails. He knew that if he let them out of the bearhug it would get much worse for him, and as such he held them tight even though that gave them so much of his neck to nibble. Saizo and Kagero were bound to happen along eventually and find them, right?
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If Ryoma had been able to keep his mind clear, he would have realized that waiting for approximately 25 turns for his retainers was a silly plan, but his logic was muddied by the pair of sharp-toothed tickle fiends leaving hickies up and down his neck. They were doing their best to wriggle free, and it was getting harder and harder to hold them.
"Hold them, Mister Ryoma! If you let them go, we're doo-HOOHOOMED NOOOHOO STAHAHAP! INIHIGO MEHEHERCY! NAHAHAT MY FEEHEETS!"
Cynthia's attempt to cheer on her teammate was silenced by Inigo placing a small crab on her trapped feet. The cruel crustacean immediately became enamored with the pegasus knight's hyperactive little toes and scuttled its way down her size 5's to wrap a claw around and pinch its pad.
"No! Let them go! Stop trying to hold it back and submit to the tickles Hunk-GAHAHAHA! 'NIHIHGO, NAHAHAT THE WRINIHKLES! BAHAHA! GOHOHOHO AND HEHEHLP TIHIHGGLE HIM, NAHAHAT MEHEE SIHIHLLY!"
Gerome's huge boats fell victim to similar tickles as Cynthia, except instead of a horny crab it was a horny lad by the name of Inigo who was eagerly tonguefucking each wrinkle on the wyvern rider's big feet while idly plucking his toes.
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The noise of it all was too much and Ryoma's grip slipped. The pair of tickle puppies were on him in seconds. Their fingers danced along his abs, their teeth attacked his pecs, and their talented toes stroked, molested, and bullied his cock through his sticky swimwear. His feet desperately tried to avoid the tails but didn't have much room to run what with the two pinning him to the sand once again.
"GAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHKE UP! YOOHOHU ARE PROHOHUD WAHAHAHAHARRIORS-AUGHHAHAH STAHAHAP CHEHEHEWING MY NIHIHIPPLES!"
"Mmmm but your chewy boobies are the best part of you, Ryomykins! I could suck and bite these all day! In fact, I just might!"
Kaden adopted a mischievous grin before he began snuffling about beneath Ryoma's chest and nibbling at the little cavern of sensitive flesh in there much to the samurai's ticklish dismay.
"THEHEY'RE NOHOHOT BOOHOOBS! THOHOSE ARE MY PEHEHECS!"
"Nuh-uh Ryomykins! They're mine!"
Corrin took a long and rough lick up Ryoma's breast before beginning to go in concentric circles around his areola. When he finally reached the juicy center, he bit the pink nub hard enough that Ryoma's entire body stiffened beneath him. The tall samurai used all the energy he had left in vain as the tickling had drained him to the point where he couldn't even push the two of them away. Ryoma's eyes fluttered as his little Raijinto let out another load of wet, white lightning. Kaden and Corrin snickered as he lost consciousness and drifted off to the sounds of laughter all around him.
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When Ryoma's eyes cracked open there was still laughter in the air. Deep, manic laughter from Gerome as his tied feet were teased in their position trapped between Corrin's thighs; bubbly, frantic laughter from Inigo as he squirmed in the sand with his feet between Kaden's thighs in a similar situation; squeaky, mad laughter from Cynthia who had been kicked off the towel due to the new arrival. To keep from getting lonely though, even more little crabs had arrived. Nine more to be exact, and each had become just as smitten with one of the girl's bubbly toesies much like the first had.
Corrin and Kaden snickered happily as their exploration of the Ylissean feet they had captive was rewarded by strong fingers pinching their chests and tickling their necks as they sat in a massive, tanned lap. Surtr himself laughed at the sight of his two, newly captured heroes trapped before him, but also because of how his favorite dancing pets’ tails swished along his thick cock.
Surtr cracked open an eye and smiled at seeing Ryoma starting to rouse. The samurai went to stand and fight against the massive pervert that had stolen his family and friends from him…but in his rush hadn't realized that his hands were bound behind his back with a towel. He stood up with no ability to do anything but blush furiously as Surtr simply reached forward and ripped off his fundoshi as if he was taking a paper towel.
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Surtr shoved his pair of ticklish dancing boys off his lap and was quick to drag the resisting Ryoma up onto it in their place. Ryoma writhed as the man ran calloused fingers along his abs and in-between his pecs slowly enough for the tyrant to savor his reactions. The tall brunette stood over 6-foot-6, but in the massive Surtr's hands he felt like a child being toyed with. Surtr took him by the ankle and ran a finger along the man's calf as he snickered and grit his teeth.
"Such a proud warrior in my lap. Why, does he have something he wants to say?"
Surtr twirled his finger around Ryoma's ankle while the now-naked prince shook his head furiously and sputtered.
"Snnnnrrk, d-da-damn youuuu!"
Surtr's fingers now spidered themselves up Ryoma's calf and stopped just short of his thigh. They zipped around and behind his knee before teasing right below his ass. Each quick turn the little racer made had the man jumping and bucking in Surtr's lap while becoming more and more aware of the great, orange-bearded penis sitting between his smooth yet powerful thighs.
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Ryoma tried to twist away but was pounced upon by Corrin and Kaden. The two were quick as ever and were soon ticklishly nibbling their way up and down his muscled chest. Ryomykins soon found Surtr lifting him up by his armpits and tickling along his helpless sides, and soon the snickering samurai was kicking and squealing as the dragon and fox took him by an ankle each and began spidering fingers along his proud soles.
"Big brother had ticklish feet? Is that why he never took his shoes off when I asked? Poor, ticklish Ryomykins! King Surtr, can he dance with us? Let's take him to the pit to have him dance!"
While teasing Ryoma, Corrin was using his thin fingers to tease and trap Ryoma's long toes so that he could drive his thumb in between them to make the man howl. Ryoma thought back on all the times he'd pinned the naive prince and teased those exposed soles of his as punishment for being tricked again. He now couldn't help but imagine himself back in those situations but in Corrin's stead.
"*slurp* Ahhh, Prince Ryoma's ticklish! *smack* Prince Ryoma's ticklish! *nip* Prince Ryoma's ticklish! He's sooo ticklish! Why, if I'd known that when you all first came to the Kitsune village, we'd have carried you all off deep in the forest to be used for fluffing, forever! Haha but I'm glad I didn't, cause Prince Ryoma brought me here and now I'm King Surtr's! Now Prince Ryoma belongs to King Surtr, too! Ahaha we can ALL be King Surtr's toys eventually!"
Kaden's eyes were glazed as he bit, sucked, nibbled, and chomped his way down Ryoma's sole in contrast to Corrin's toe-tal focus. He squealed happily when Surtr lightly tickled inside his fluffy ears as a treat for his kind words.
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All three let out identical girlish squeaks as the massive Surtr took them all by the ankles at once and threw them over his knee. Soon all three were face down in the sand together giggling their heads off as Surtr traced the outlines of their trapped feet with his finger. It was the worst for Ryoma though as Corrin and Kaden were sure to keep teasing his chest as he squirmed. Eventually, Surtr took a foot from each of them and pressed them into Ryoma's own big feet so that their toes were firmly in his long arches. This allowed their wiggling toes to drive him absolutely mad as he thrashed in the sand.
Soon Surtr was able to release their ankles and trust his pets to continue footsie-ing Ryomykins on his behalf. This allowed the fiery tyrant to start running his fingers up and down Ryoma's tight ass and muscled back. The brunette pulled at his bonds and tried to wriggle free but had next to no energy left after laughing away all the air in his lungs. He sagged into the sand as Surtr gave him a hard, open-hand slap upon his rear.
"Do you surrender, Prince Ryoma? Are you ready to join your family at the foot of my throne, worm?"
"I-I'll never surrend-HEEHEHEH!"
Corrin pounced on Ryoma and in seconds was tickling his fingers between the man's defined shoulder blades. The dragon teased the squirmy samurai while chiding him.
"C'mon big broooother! We can all dance together for King Surtr forever!"
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Corrin tapped his fingers up and down Ryoma's back in a way that had him wriggling beneath the man. Surtr let the two crash down onto the towel and chuckled at how Corrin now sat atop the prince like a horse. Kaden dove in as well and added his fingers to Ryoma's calves. The proud Prince wriggled beneath them while Surtr stalked off to amuse himself with the ankles of Inigo and Gerome in each hand. He had thoughts in his head of the two goofy Ylisseans maybe needing someone to lick away all of that sunscreen before having it reapplied.
Once Surtr was far enough away, Ryoma saw his chance. He threw all his weight into rolling over suddenly and shaking the pair of troublemakers off him. The dragon and fox yelped as Ryoma tumbled right over the pair of them. He captured Kaden's head between his thighs and Corrin's hand in his and rolled in a manner to disrupt the frisky crabs from how they'd each taken one of Cynthia's teensy toes and asked them to dance.
With the last of his energy, Ryoma threw the pair off the blanket and into the sand in a risky maneuver. His gamble proved right, and the two sank into the sand quickly. Tendrils quickly wrapped around them, and in seconds their heads and bare bellies popped out of the beach alongside a strange creature.
"Fascinating. How did you know I was here?" it asked while absentmindedly fiddling with its hair. Ryoma ignored it and instead got his bound wrists as close to Cynthia's as he could so that they could work on untying each other's bonds. The monster Sadeth simply shrugged and produced a pair of tendrils to start swirling inside Corrin and Kaden's navels while they slid away along the beach.
"Very well. There's nowhere you can go on this beach without stepping off that blanket. These two however will make a nice addition to a sandcastle I'm building further down. Simply step off the blanket when you're ready to join them. I'll be quick in coming to collect the two of you. Enjoy your beach day!"
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It retreated into the sand and took the two with it as it fled. Ryoma and Cynthia got to their feet quickly and shooed the crabs away more as they surged back toward the pig-tailed target of their affection.
"Thanks, Ryoma" she chirped as she stood up and stretched in her swimsuit. "There was one behind me that was trying to undo my top! If they liked my toes so much, I'm terrified of what they'd think of my nipples."
Ryoma instinctively covered his own, but luckily the pesky little crustaceans seemed to bear no interest for his tits. Little did he know that a pair of stalked eyes were watching him and that, unlike the little ones, they were far more appreciative of the male form. They moved forward slowly at first while Ryoma and Cynthia were busy trying to keep the determined, ever-growing horde of little crabs away from Cynthia's beleaguered tootsies.
The swarminf pests continued to come back after being batted and kicked away, and to Cynthia's growing horror they seemed to be trying to drag her by the toes. Thankfully they were small and easily disrupted, but she had no desire to see where they wanted to take her piggies to so badly. Ryoma, ever the gentleman, was distracted with helping her slap and kick them away, so it was quite the shock when a massive crab claw emerged from the sand and crashed down on their little blanket.
Both of them fell to their rears in surprise at the giant enemy crab entering the scene. Unfortunately for Cynthia, she thoughtlessly placed a hand on the sand, and instantly a tendril shot up from it and locked around her wrist like a shackle. Even worse for her was how a trail of the little tickle crabs began marching from the sand there and up her now helpless arm. In addition, the toe-crabs were back, and now with only one hand to fight them, they were winning.
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She shrieked in ticklish peril, but Ryoma was in no position to help her. The massive version of the crabs had been quick to click its pincers around his ankles and slam them to the ground in a way that once again trapped him on his stomach. Ryoma tried to twist around in a way that would let him strike at the underbelly of the crab, but he found himself trapped face down as it lowered itself and opened its mouth. Three small feelers came from its mouth and began hesitantly sniffing about the swordmaster’s helpless and naked feet. He yelled in surprise when it touched his foot with what felt like a pair of lips at its tip. It withdrew and left Ryoma with the distinct feeling that his foot had just been given a crabby smooch.
The second tendril came forward and dragged thousands of tiny feelers along Ryoma's sole in a manner that felt distinctly "feathery" to him. In fact, it was almost exactly like a million little feathers were teasing his foot there, and Ryoma could only sputter at the attention as it withdrew and the third tendril came snaking forwards. This one shook itself over Ryoma's foot and unbeknownst to him spread a light looking dust along. All Ryoma knew was that suddenly his foot itched terribly, and he screamed in frustration for them to let him scratch it. The crab wasn't interested in that though, and instead added the kissing tendril and the feather tendril back to Ryoma's feet in a way that both tickled him but also offered him zero relief for his horrid itch.
With no more aid from Ryoma, poor Cynthia was quickly overwhelmed with little crabs who revealed they had the same tendrils, only tinier. They quickly got back to their love affair with the pegasus knight's toes while more began exploring her trapped armpit to see if any paramours were hiding in there. To Cynthia's utter dread they did manage to get her top undone and they circled around her ticklish nipples hungrily.
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Cynthia was on her own as once again Ryomykins was trying to get the great, orange menace obsessed with his feet to give him a break. He pounded his fist on the beach blanket in utter tickle hell-induced agony as a figure popped out of the sand before him and studied him. Sadeth put his hand to his chin and began questions to help with his studies.
"Is this what you'd prefer to do rather than helping me with my sandcastle like the others? How curious you are. Do you enjoy the feeling of that?"
Ryoma swung his hand to strike at the damnable sand beast, but his attack was misinterpreted by it instead. It offered a hand and a bright smile to him as it thought it had made a friend.
"Ahh! Have you perhaps changed your mind? Wonderful! Simply take my hand and we can go and work on that sandcastle together!"
The monster reached out, and in an absence of other choices Ryoma indulged it. He was yanked from the crab's grip almost instantly, and to her shrieking shock, Cynthia was dragged right along with him into the soft sand and shuttled off into the darkness. The exhausted Ryoma tried to stay conscious, but the shock of moving so fast quickly put him out like a light.
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Ryoma woke quickly to the deafening sound of frenzied laughter. He tried to move but found himself tightly packed in a solid wall of sand that prevented him from being able to move an inch. His feet and head were the only thing sticking out into the sunshine, and from up here he could get a full view of the massive sandcastle along with the various sources of the maddening hilarity.
Down at the driftwood gates to the castle, a horde of crabs marched forwards pushing a hastily constructed battering ram. Its head was adorned with feathers in a manner that was supposed to be intimidating Ryoma supposed. Instead, however, they served to make Inigo and Gerome whose helpless tootsies were trapped together to serve as the castle gates, lose their minds as the fluffy siege weapon assaulted their soles.
Behind the castle was a trio of pruny soles belonging to everybody's favorite waterlogged tickle boys: Roy, Wolt, and their newest addition Lugh! The trio of vertically challenged teens had their smol feetsies under attack by a field of spitting clams who were barraging their helpless tootsies with pinpoint accurate blasts of water from their hidey holes in the sands of the beach. They were unable to help themselves as spurts of water kept impacting their poor soles which jutted from the walls of the sandcastle just like all the rest.
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The intricacies of the castle were astounding to the point where Ryoma could see rooms that had been constructed through windows. In one such room, he saw piles and piles of gold coins stacked up and a line of little crabs carrying them away with three to a one. The crown jewel of the room however was a pair of size 9 feet sticking up with a blonde-haired unfortunate between them. Jorge couldn't even laugh as somebody had stuffed quite a large diamond between his teeth, meaning that all he could do was "Mmmpbh!" and "Hhhrggh!" as the little crabs pulled at the string of pearls that wound between his toes and flossed them as they tugged. In addition, notes of various denominations were being carried off by the little crabs in a purposeful manner to fluff the merchant's pies as they went by.
To the other side of Ryoma, there was a window into what seemed to be a tropical throne room and, in this room, Cynthia resided with her feet on either side of a minuscule throne. Once more the crabs had found her and were delighted to be reunited with pegasus knight’s toes. They pinched, twiddled, nibbled, and scratched them wildly as the pigtailed damsel lost her mind to the point that she was trying to beg crustaceans for mercy. They gave her none and as more and more marched in, her despair was palpable. Down in the courtyard, the forms of Kaden and Corrin could be made out as they sat beneath a squatting King Surtr who worked a feather beneath their noses. The two kicked their feet happily in the air as he tended to him and even egged him on through their giggles.
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"Quite the show wouldn't you say?" came the familiar voice of a certain subterranean sex pest that Ryoma had come to dread. He looked up at Sadeth who loomed over the once imposing Samurai that was now barely more than a beach toy for tickle-obsessed lunatics. The monster looked down at Ryoma quizzically and watched as the muscular Crown Prince finally realized what had been scattered along his soles. He'd thought at first that it was simply sand from his having been packed in the walls of this grainy fortress.
Only now as a pack of seagulls blotted out the sun did the quivering brunette realize that his big, ticklish feet were covered in birdseed, and there was nothing he could do. The beaks got between his toes, up into his arches, along his heels, and even pecked at the ticklish tops of his helpless feet. He screamed madly as stray feathers got between his toes and stayed there, webbed feet picked at his heels for purchase, and even a few of the sieging tickle-crab horde got involved as well.
Ryoma's mind didn't last much longer, but Surtr still left him up there until the birds were done. He always appreciated animals having their fun and wasn't about to interrupt them. He'd have plenty of time with him later after a few dancing lessons.
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A few days later, Surtr sat back on his throne happily and watched the show. The three men danced as the tendrils slipped up from between the gaps in the grate they stood upon. Corrin, Kaden, and Ryoma now hopped from barefoot to barefoot wearing only silk scarves and tried to keep themselves from being tripped and tickled by the curious Sadeth below. The monster had already pulled Cynthia, Lugh, Inigo, and Gerome down after they'd failed this game, and now he was eager to see how he would fit Surtr's dancing boys into his collection.
A poke into his arch had Ryoma tripping forwards in a giggly fit and knocking Kaden on his back where Sadeth's tendrils were quick to grab him. The fox's ears were paid special attention as more tendrils teased the Hoshidan prince's toes and guided him towards Corrin with the intent of trying the same trick again. Twinkle-Toes was used to tricks like these though and was expertly side-stepping the blundering ox who had once been a noble warrior.
Adaptive as ever, Sadeth used a new trick and landed one of his crabby little minions right on Corrin's cock to play with his silver pubes and distract him just long enough for Ryoma to knock him to the ground as well, and eventually the tendrils brought him to his knees before extending up to tickle his taint. Once all three had tapped out while cumming uncontrollably, they were helpless as Surtr stalked over and took each of the exhausted men by the ankle.
"Still terrible, how unfortunate. But don't worry, maybe tomorrow you'll get it! After all, the 249th time is the charm!"
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