Lake Superior
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Peony sulked around her room, still pouting over not having her very own tickle toy. Ever since Lady Freyja had delivered her and Mirabilis here to Castle Múspel they both hadn't been able to stop smiling. Still, each of the others of her kind had their very own toy to play with. She tapped on the looking glass in her room and pouted at the scenes it played for her.
In a great and fluffy bed lay Mirabilis, tucked in nicely she snuggled her face into the cheek of the tallboy dozing in the bed next to her. Normally Linhardt would have a neutral expression as he dozed but now his face had a grin permanently fixed upon it. This was due to the hand Mira had beneath the sheets tracing shapes into his stomach as they both slept. Lord Freyr frequently chided the Ljósálfheimr about this but had eventually realized that Mira wanted to be caught playing with his toys. She'd doze right off in the stocks holding onto Lin-Lin who'd done the same (Both fall asleep and have his pretty feet put into the stocks) the two would giggle in their sleep as Freyr shook his head while taking feathers to their soles.
Peony wanted a toy that was as much fun of her own but had no idea where she'd find one. With a sigh, she waved her hand and summoned up a new scene. In this one, a terrified Boey kept a blanket over his head and squirmed. His cute feet poked their toes out from under the blanket and each of the little digits was receiving attention from the monstrous clown before him. It played with each of his toes while its long tongue poked Boey in the cheeks through the blanket. Behind him, Triandra conjured another tickly nightmare in the form of a giant snake that was sneaking in under Boey's blanket to give him a real fright. In seconds he was coiled up tight by it with enough force to make his cheeks puff up. Triandra fluttered down and began playing with his feet again as the snake and clown took an ear each to help keep the big old goofy smile on his face.
It was like they'd each had a boy made for them to play with! Peony was normally all smiles and sunshine but it was starting to wear upon her she admitted to herself. Unbidden this time, a new scene appeared. Plumeria was up this time, working her magic on a young man of Fodlan. Sylvain lay back and moaned as the great dragon atop him skittered his nails all along his muscled chest. The flirt's head was abuzz with dreams of more and more things his captor could do to him and his mouth ran with them, begging Múspell to visit all kinds of tricks and traps on him. From wrapping him up tight and doing a tasting of each of his toes to seeing how hard those teeth of his could bite his nipples before he submitted, Sylvain's words were bringing flushes to both the Dragon AND Plumeria's faces. Peony sighed and waved off the mirror just as the flirt had turned the tables. The last image on the screen was the shadow of his wiggling fingers over them, driving Múspell and Plumeria to quiver in fear.
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She wanted one of her own so bad! It felt like everyone had settled down for the day with their pet to play with but here she was all alone. She settled back and tried to check the whole castle again for anybody available. Loki had much more than her fair share of boys to play with at the moment, casting a spell that had them floating around her to have them at her mercy. Thórr was down in the arena, supervising a weaponless match between Ogma and Navarre. She'd promised that she had something wicked planned for the loser but in reality, the pair of stocks in her chambers sat two. King Surtr was on his throne and currently had no less than four boys sharing his lap at the moment. He held Michalis' arms up above him with one hand while the other roamed all along his defenseless pits. The tall former king was in tears as the rest of his chest was teased and tickled by Marth, Merric, and Xane.
Peony paused for a second, she'd wanted to see what kind of things King Freyr was currently putting into the heads of Corrin and his two older brothers but there was something off. She sensed a mind that hadn't been visited with the lick of madness that this place gave to those who'd been fluffed into submission and unlike Prince's Siegbert and Takumi it wasn't in the dungeon awaiting a choice from Prince Hrid on who he was taking "riding" with him today. Using the powers of a dream-based being she searched through the whole castle inch by inch before finding the source.
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A thief hid behind a curtain in the hallway, outside Alfonse's chambers. The prince writhed and giggled in his bed as Loki stood at the foot of his bed and danced her nails along one of his soles she'd snatched from him. Peony sulked, another boy was having fun and she still didn't have one. She flitted about, immaterial and unseen to all, and watched as Gaius peered in on the prince's ticklish wake-up.
"Wakey, wakey little princeling. Those that stay in bed too long are practically slugs and that's a kind of insect. When I was young I did so love playing with them, pulling their legs off, teasing them, and smushing them. You don't mind helping a lady feel young again, do you? Coochie-coochie, coo."
Alfonse giggled and shook in the bed, keeping Loki's attention at least. Gaius shook his head, he wanted to help free the captive but knew better than to try to take on someone like Loki by himself. He moved to sneak past the open door and continued into the castle in search of anyone he could help but stopped when a strange feeling began on his stomach. He tried to pat it down as if he could settle the butterflies in his stomach but rather it was a girl with butterfly wings teasing the man's belly. Peony giggled as she danced her nails along with Gaius' tum and enjoyed the way he tried to swat her away. Every way he tried to turn, she followed, to deny him even a step in any direction. Gaius stumbled from foot to foot trying to shake off this unseen assault on his stomach until it finally bubbled up out of him.
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"Pffffeehehe whahat?!"
Gaius' cheeks flushed as he realized he'd blown his element of surprise. He looked up to see Loki staring at him with a smirk. Peony released him and fluttered off to watch the scene she'd set, playing out for her amusement. Loki turned toward Gaius and stepped away from Alfonse but a copy of her stayed behind and continued to tickle the lad's soft sole. Gaius moved to run but with a tap of her staff, Loki whisked him off his feet with her magic and set the now weightless man to come to her. He flailed desperately in the air to try and slip away but had no luck until he literally dropped into her arms. Gaius struggled to get away but with just a tap of a magically charged finger to his forehead, he went limp in her arms due to the spell and could do nothing as she made another copy of herself.
The original Loki grabbed at his shirt and ripped off a section that left his mid-rip exposed. Meanwhile, the other Loki sidled away from Gaius and stroked a finger through the air mischievously. She danced her fingers along in the air oddly while the one with Gaius in her arms carried him over to the bed that Alfonse still giggled and squirmed in. She tossed the limp Gaius into the bed before whispering something to her clone who finally released Alfonse's silken foot. The prince pulled it up to his chest defensively and whimpered at how flushed the sole had become. With a snap of her fingers, Gaius was bathed in magical light. Alfonse sniffed the air curiously as Loki chuckled.
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"Such a mischievous young rogue as you got this far into our stronghold? I must say I'm quite impressed, a shame that you were undone by something so silly though. I do enjoy challenges and so I think I'll give you another chance but with a twist to make it more fun. I'm going to let you my handsome cutpurse go free! Free to wander about this castle as you see fit, even with an extra boost! Anyone who catches you will lose sight and release you after 30 minutes. However, while they have you, they will be drawn to taste every inch of you by my magicks. You can feel free to accomplish whatever goals you've got in here with the curse on you. Just know that you can't leave until you finish them. If you just CAN'T stand it anymore and want me to take this curse off you, all you need to do is ask. Come to my chambers and you'll find me waiting in my bed. Just enter my boudoir and surrender yourself to me and I'll take it away and give you a new life."
"Y-You don't seriously think I'm gonna do that, do you, Ms. Tricky? I don't know what kind of tenderfoot you think you've got here but I don't plan on spending the night here with you and Alfster here."
Gaius still couldn't move an inch, but his tongue could move just fine. Loki smiled as Alfonse squirmed on the bed and was about to make a droll response but it turned out that "Alfster" had a tongue that worked just fine as well. Not being able to move meant that Gaius couldn't do a thing when Alfonse rolled over on top of him on the bed. The corrupted Prince dipped his tongue down and took a hesitant lap of the thief's exposed stomach. The look on his face was unmistakable and Alfonse was face down in Gai's tum and nibbling on the rim of his belly button.
"Pffff h-hey A-Alfster ge-get out of t-thehehere...ehehe"
Loki smiled at the cracking expression on Gaius' face before shaking a finger.
"Do so, hope you enjoy the next half hour, darling. I'm sure " Alfster here will give you a good time. That spell keeping you limp will wear off then too, don't worry. Have fun~"
Loki turned to her copies who giggled and stroked along the air in what seemed to Gaius, utter madness. The trio of strategists though were all having a grand old time, tickling along the legs of the captured Ljosalfheimr they'd found flitting about Gaius. Peony snorted and squeaked as the first Loki plucked at her bubbly toes, the second excavated her belly button and now the third came to nibble on her pointed ears. The trio hustled off the laughing dream maiden out of the room as Alfonse went back to licking along the thief's stomach.
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"Hehehy cohohme on! Alfsteheher snap out of ihiht."
Alfonse didn't show any signs of even hearing Gaius though. He crossed his arms and lay his cheek down onto the man's stomach. He sighed in abject contentment as his tongue slid along his tight stomach. He put his feet up into the air behind him and Gaius simply stared at the soles as a way to try and distract himself from how badly the boy's cheek alone was tickling, let alone the tongue now swirling around the rim of his belly button.
This was a mistake as the pink flush on Alfonse's soles started to have a reaction for him. Soon enough the thief's mouth was dry and when the little toes of the royal's foot clenched he found something stirring down low. Alfonse did not indicate whether or not he even felt Gaius's licorice starting to stir but the way he was lying, it was poking right up into his soft stomach. The way Alfonse readjusted to start kissing away at Gaius' abs meant that it was poking right up into the baby fat he had.
Gaius was starting to lose it but just as Alfonse was blabbering to himself about sticking his tongue into the man's navel, his eyes glazed over. He got up off of Gaius and stretched as if he was just getting up. Gaius was puzzled at first but found that he could now move his arms and legs. It hadn't felt like a half-hour but he knew better than to hang around and get licked up like a lollipop again. He slipped off the bed in an attempt to not get spotted by Alfonse just in case he didn't get double indemnity from Loki's spell. Turns out that was for nothing as a pair of ghostly hands appeared to help Alfonse get ready for the day. The prince tried to flee but they were quick to slip under his nightclothes and pull his candied treat from under those robes. Gaius tried to look away when the ghostly hands started digging into the area underneath Alfonse's sack and feathering away at the tip of his cock but it was hard to not look at.
Still, he didn't plan on joining him and as such there was a reason he was here. He slipped away but said to himself that he'd find some kind of way to come back and help out the Alfster. Closing the door behind him, he frowned at his ripped-up shirt and slimy feeling stomach. It didn't feel like the best idea to wander around in here without a purpose so he tried to figure a path down to the dungeons. He heard squeals from down the hallway though and as it came closer he realized that he'd better make himself scarce. Looking around he didn't see anywhere to hide in the hallway except for ducking back into Alfonse's chambers or another door marked with a gear.
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Gaius decided to take the sweet risk and duck into the strange room. He'd meant to look back and see what he'd just avoided but was too struck by the sight of the room before him. The room was dimly lit but all kinds of mechanisms and traps adorned the wall as well as blueprints of all kinds. In the center of the room seemed to be a dark-haired child who worked over a console. Gaius didn't recognize him but still had come here to save people and as such crept closer to see if there was a way he could get him out of here. Drawing closer though he saw the large testing area he overlooked.
Inside it, a pink-haired young man in a mask tried to desperately fend off mechanical arms that danced rubberized fingers along his naked body. The boy at the console frowned and turned a dial as the wyvern rider held in his giggles. The mechanical hands shoved him over and seized his ankles to pull his large feet out from under him. One dug a finger in between Gerome's big and second toe to start stroking and spinning into the sensitive area there. His cheeks were flushed bright red but no sound could be heard, probably due to thick-looking glass that encircled the testing area and gave him nowhere to flee. The boy flicked another switch and more hands descended on Gerome's helpless soles, beginning a ticklish assault of finger tapping up and down the big pink feet as he flailed and begged. The young man pulled at his hair in desperation and mouthed begs and pleas but was largely ignored.
Finally, the one running console sighed in frustration and flicked another switch to end the experiment. More hands descended with what looked to be a sheet of plastic. They made quick work of rolling Gerome up in it from his neck to his ankles until he was helpless. Then a metal pod descended and he was placed inside it despite his protests. The warrior's feet stuck out of the bottom and a mechanical hand sat inactive between them. It whirred to life and began slowly tracing a finger along his tired soles, not hard enough to tickle but just enough to make a sensitive lad squirm in helplessness. The pod was then raised up above the testing area and Gaius saw how many others hung up there, all with soles protruding in similar situations. He saw nameplates on each and saw a few he recognized Inigo, Morgan, Forrest just to name a few.
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Gaius was positively bewitched by the sight of all the wiggling pairs of teased feet, standing there in a daze. It was a bit of a dull sight for Peony as she flitted her way into the room. Lady Loki had taken her shoes and there was still a bit of fluff between her toes from the string the strategist had used to floss them. Still, she saw a chance to have a good time with her new favorite boy and she took it. She fluttered up behind him, stuck her tongue out, and saw if Gaius had washed behind his ears. He had of course, but the yelp of surprise he let out was no less loud and as such it caused Ótr to turn around and see the thief.
A flip of the switch was all it took and soon the same hands that had taken the test subject descended on Gaius. He couldn't move fast enough because of the giggles and so he was quickly snapped up, wrapped up, and flipped upside down. Gaius' hair hung down around him as he struggled in the plastic wrap that had mummified him so quickly. Ótr smirked and flipped a switch and the hands brought out knives to start cutting away the soles of his boots. His ankles were bound together with a device just like the other boys and soon a mechanical hand was tracing a finger slowly along his heel as he bit his lip.
"I don't know why you came in here but you're going to regret it! I've got plenty...of...tests...hmmm..."
Ótr's nose crinkled and he sniffed about, his eyes seeming to glaze over as he looked at Gaius. Suddenly he was on his hands and knees scrabbling over to the upside the thief. Gaius felt his hot breath as the man took one of his ears between his teeth and started to nibble away. He'd had all manner of tickle bots and mechanisms and plans that needed victims but now Loki's spell had him. The machines went on doing their tests without him, dropping Rolf down onto a seat that had him helpless as scrub brushes started going all up and down his big soles.
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Ótr was supposed to record his reactions but right now all he could think of was licking away at Gaius' ear. Behind it, inside it, around it, they all had different tastes! Normally a bitter little man, right now Ótr was struck at how sweet Gaius was and consumed by it. One lick gave him bitter licorice, the minty candy cane, and the next sweet butterscotch. He started to nip at Gaius' earlobe and the way the man tried to flinch away made him blush. Still, he chased him hungrily ignoring his pleas.
"He-Hehey there! St-Stahahp! Ehehehee Co-Cohome on now, Stretch thahat-ehehehehee!"
Ótr normally would have really let somebody who called him "Stretch" have it. He had a special chamber with rotating brushes perfectly sized for each and every person in this castle. They'd be strapped down and the personalized brush would slip into their navel to begin spinning and go deeper and deeper until it hit the bottom. In absence of him hitting any switches though, his machines went ahead and dropped Ronan in for that. The mad scientist was paying attention though, he was enjoying the flavor explosion each time he nibbled on Gaius' earlobe. Between the feeling of the villain nibbling away at his ear and the rubbery finger that was now traveling the ball of his foot, he was having a hard time thinking. Wiggling helplessly in his wrapped up state, he stammered out pleas.
"Hehehey~ Strehehehetch, c'mon! HehehAHHHhoho let's talk abohohut this spohohort! Ooohohooheheey! Ahahah nohoho bihihihiting dahahang it!"
Ótr did not stop biting at all though, in fact, his hands wandered up and started to tease Gaius on his neck and shoulder, dancing their nails lightly on the skin as he shook and squirmed. If the Nidvallan prince was in command of his senses he might have been recording all this like he normally did but instead, he was no more than an animal licking and biting at his prey's ticklish ears. Normally Ótr was much more careful and went to check the lock on the door to his lab regularly knowing that there were quite a few lock aficionados around the castle who could be carried here by someone big enough.
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Ótr wasn't doing anything like that though, all he wanted to do was enjoy the flavor his lips were getting off Gaius' earlobe and nothing else. The way the mechanical hand teased the stem of Gaius' littlest toe meant that even though all of this tickling was technically "soft", beneath the wrappings the thief was hard. Peony felt left out as each time she tried to slip fingers in to tickle Gaius on the neck, Ótr waved her off unconsciously. It definitely didn't help that his machines continued to whir along with all kinds of tickly experiments on the various tickle boys of the castle. Robin was brought forward to the testing area and a revolving bar of soft and downy feathers was pressed to his bare stomach, as it spun up to begin fluffing its victim, a mechanical hand slapped a piece of shiny tape over his lips.
Peony watched it all and wanted to tickle someone herself. She dropped the spell keeping her immaterial and unseen to Ótr and pressed in to slip some fingers and tickle Gaius along his cheeks. She didn't expect the general to seize her by the wrists and pull her across his lap. If Peony had been paying more attention she would have realized that 30 minutes had just elapsed and as such Ótr had forgotten all about Gaius. The machines let Gaius down and he collapsed to the ground to start wiggling his way of the plastic wrap, the mechanical hand continued to tap its way across his foot of course so that this wouldn't be too easy for him.
Ótr's hands got into Peony's armpits and the Alfheim resident did a good job of distracting him as Gaius wiggled himself free. He had no idea who the blonde girl was that Stretch there had but if she was willing to donate her thighs to his fingers and give Gaius time to get out of here that was fine by him. He wasn't particularly trustful of the way that the door's lock was working either. He'd been a thief long enough to know the signs of a lock getting picked. Peony's laugh made a nice soundtrack as he worked his way free especially when Stretch got to her feet.
The two of them made for quite the scene but Gaius was still somewhat worried about getting out of here without Ótr going for round 2 on him. When the door swung open and a giant with green hair stood there that suddenly seemed much easier. Nótt let Sothe slip away and smiled as she bent down to enter the room. Ótr had nowhere to go and could only tremble as she came into the room and smiled at him. Gaius saw her go right for his control board and wasn't gonna stick around. He dodged out the room right as the mechanical hands came down to scoop him up, instead they grabbed a struggling Sothe and pulled him over for a wrap-up just like Ótr and Peony. Nótt pulled all three into her lap and gave a wave as the thief beat feet down towards the dungeons.
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He was pretty sure she hadn't followed him, but Gaius still caught his breath in a hiding place beneath the stairs. Nótt hadn't followed him, yes, she was much too busy sitting in Ótr's chair and strumming him along his exposed chest. The two had a grand old time watching the wrapped-up Peony get dropped into the machine that would transcribe their words in ink onto her soles. Nótt couldn't think of a better place to put their wedding vows.
The sound of creaking wood above him made Gaius jump in fear that perhaps someone had followed him down here. Someone was indeed descending the steps but their lack of haste told him that they didn't know he was here. The staircase was simple, no more than really exposed wooden planks done bleacher-style allowing somebody to descend to the dungeons. An odd design, but Gaius was thankful for it as it meant he could see who was coming down easily. King Fafnir of Nidavellir's reason for being here was unknown to the thief and he didn't intend to hang around and find out. He gathered himself up and prepared to flee deeper into the dungeon when he heard a heavy step and a swear.
"Blast! Fool design! I'd have the designer of this place flogged."
Gaius stopped and looked back, the villain seemed to have stumbled and made a misstep. One of his ankles was now wedged between two of the steps. He pulled at his leg and tried not to ruffle the kimono he wore but could not hide his frustration. Gaius had intended to continue his search and just avoid him but devious intentions filled his head. Looking about to make sure things were safe, he crept back beneath the stairs. It was impossible for Fafnir not to see him but the man couldn't do a thing about it. Gaius undid the straps of the man's boot and slipped it off.
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"Dammit! Who's down there?! Get away, dammit!"
At first, Gaius had puzzled over the strange design of the staircase but now that he looked at the underside of these stairs he realized it was designed for this. The edges of each plank were padded in a manner that would allow things in but be quite difficult to pull out from, still though the padding meant that there would be no discomfort from the awkward position. This meant that he could take his time with removing Fafnir's sock if he wanted, he didn't as he was never the type to savor his treats. Once the size 8 was bare he dug right in, slipping his fingers into the royal's high arch and enjoying the lingering feeling of warmth left from the man's socks.
Fafnir barked out curses and threats that weren't even in a language that Gaius understood but he didn't care. He was entranced by how hard the man had scrunched his toes. Were he able to get free then Gaius would most likely be doomed to all kinds of terrible things but here he was spinning his finger like a drill to force it in between the clenched toes of a king. When they finally opened up, Fafnir squealed like a child and he continued to do so as Gaius pushed back his big toe and scratched at its pad.
"I'LL KIHIHILLL YOU! TEHEHEAR YOU APAAHART! MUHUHURDER!!!"
The tears in his eyes made it sweeter but Gaius barely paid attention, entranced as he was by the foot. Before the thief knew it he had pulled a lollipop out of his belt and was slipping its stem all along the creamy sole as if it was a pen. Somehow the idea of tickling a king like this had Gaius completely focused on this and this only. Deep in his mind, there was a part of him that told him there was something he was forgetting, someone he'd come here to save. Still, his fingers scribbled upon Fafnir's trapped foot, plucking at the wrinkles when the man tried to curl it defensively.
A strange idea filled Gaius' head and before he knew it, his hands were doing it. The lollipop he'd been using as a pen was unwrapped and its sticky sweet payload was rolled about on Fafnir's foot, the king fidgeted in confusion at the sensation not quite sure what was happening. When the lolly got between his toes and started spinning though, he went right back to choking out threats.
"Hahahang you by yoohohur ankles frohohm the cahahastle walls! Have your hahahahnds dihihpped in hohohohney and given to the gohohoats! Dahahahammit stahaahp! Pleeeheeeease! Feehehehe!"
Gaius might have stayed there all day, candying the monarch's trapped foot but a flutter by his ear made him stop in his tracks and blink. The realization that someone would most likely hear all this and come to investigate set in and caused him to bound off down into the dungeons to see to his mission. Rather absentmindedly though, he popped a lollipop into his mouth and puzzled over why it tasted of strawberries. It wasn't normally a flavor he liked but this one was quite the treat.
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Gaius couldn't see it but he was leaving quite the scene behind. When he'd been teasing away at Fafnir's trapped foot, not once had he seen the mysterious woman flitting around him and influencing his mind. Plumeria had been happy to have a mortal whose mind she could play with after her humiliation at Sylvain's hands earlier. Thankfully that idiot dragon had been there to let her slip away and now this fool king had blundered in to give her pet's fingers something to dance on. She'd been planning to have him do even more when a little bug had started to pester her.
"Plumeeeeeria!~ C'mon I wanted to play with him! Everyone keeps taking him and I don't get to have any fun~"
Plumeria had ignored her whining for as long as she could, focusing instead on influencing the boys into giving into their lust. Keeping Gaius from running away and Fafnir from calling out for help. Eventually, though, the girl had realized words weren't going to work and got a bit more hands-on. Dancing her fingers along her "older sister's" breast lightly, just enough to break her concentration. Gaius had shaken off her influence and fled while Fafnir called out for help.
Gaius had heard faint giggling as he'd run off but he'd just assumed it had been Fafnir. After all, he couldn't see the red-faced Peony floating about, holding her ankle in her hand and tracing her fingers along her soft, size 5 sole. Her giggle had a musical lilt to it even as she pleaded with the Dokkalfr of Lewd Dreams who was playing with her mind to make her do so. Peony couldn't stop herself just the feeling of a warm sole beneath her finger as well as someone teasing and tickling her sensitive foot had her almost drooling, even if she was playing both parts herself. Plumeria turned her full attention to making Peony tease herself, not seeing a furious Fafnir behind her.
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Gaius didn't know anything about any of that though, it might have made him feel better to know that both sprites that had just teased him were soon laughing together after being stuffed into the stairs. He was busy though, a new sight had stopped him in his tracks. He was frozen in fear as he ran past one of the cells and saw a monster that made him stop in his tracks. Though it was safely trapped in one of the cells, it still made the hairs on Gaius' arms stand up. It towered over a normal man to the point where it was hunched over inside the dungeon beneath a low ceiling. No less than eight arms protruded from its chest and terrifyingly each had long-fingered hands with devilish red painted nails. Instead of legs, it stood atop a writhing nest of long black tentacles that shimmered with slime as they swept about the cell, looking for anything of interest. Peeking out from the nest of limbs was what seemed to be a woman's head, with her long silvery hair swept to one side. When she smiled at the fearful Gaius though he was very aware of the long and monstrous tongue peeking out from between her painted lips.
He finally noticed that this creature wasn't the only occupant of the cell. He hadn't seen him due to the way that the sweeping tentacles teased and caressed him but a silver-haired man lay on the ground beneath the monster. There was no bondage upon Prince Hrid but the tentacles were so fast in teasing various spots along his chest, arms, and face that he couldn't even muster the energy to try and sit up, let alone defend himself. Hrid's pecs bounced and jiggled as the tentacles lay along them, fastening their suction cups and unfastening each going with little wet pops as they settled and unsettled. To the gasping royal, it was as if his chest and face were currently under attack by dozens of rapid-fire kisses coming so fast that he could do nothing. The man's legs shook at the assault but the monster made sure his snowy size 13s weren't neglected. Two of its jet black arms were bent back and providing deeeep tissue massage to the soles in a manner that meant the Ice Prince was heating up all over.
Gaius wanted to run for it, flee as far from this cell as he could but he was frozen in place in fear. The creature saw him and smiled gently, well as much as it could with a tongue hanging down to its collarbones. One of its hands rummaged around and produced a wrapped candy that it offered to Gaius while beckoning him to come inside the cell. His mind was screaming for him to run but his body took a step forward regardless. He could see some of the tentacles writhing their way towards the bars but still, he couldn't stop himself. He reached an arm between them, towards the candy, and quivered as the monster's smile grew wider. It dropped the candy and the spell seemed to break. Gaius turned away and tried to run but it was too late, the tentacles were through the bars and coming for him.
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They hooked him by the ankles and Gaius crashed to the floor. He skidded along the cold stone as his feet were pulled between the bars and his legs as well, once he was through as far as he could be, the tentacles wrapped around his knees to keep him there. The monster sashayed its way over to him while dragging along a still gasping Prince Hrid behind it. Gaius tried to pull himself free but to no avail and soon the tentacles were ripping away the legs of his trousers. It wasn't long before he found himself in a pair of hastily made cut-offs that offered no protection from the wiggly tendrils.
They began laying suction-cup kisses all over his bare thighs and even worming their way up beneath his boxers to tease their tips inside the thief's ticklish taint. His kicking legs were soon stilled by more tentacles wrapping around them, adding the backs of his knees, his muscled calves, and the tops of his feet to the list of places that would soon be bearing many little suction marks from the monster's attention. The carrot-tops sweet soles weren't left unattended either, two of the hands peeled off and began tending to them with a tender massage just like the one still being performed on the gasping Hrid.
The other man was now almost mummified in tentacles that flexed and tightened with hundreds of little pops that kept him drooling. His feet poked out and soon were mere inches away from Gaius' soles so that the monster could tend to both its boy's soles. Gaius tried to reach through the bars and slap the monster away but that was a horrid mistake as soon the tentacles wrapped around his wrists and stuck his hands at its mercy. The creature's other four hands then began to tend to old Gaius' stuck fingers. Gently forcing them back and tracing nails along their stems, Gaius was chewing his lip trying to hold it in but at the same time, watching in horror as the door to the cell opened, ever so slowly.
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Somebody else watched the scene in horror, and that was once again Peony. She saw the door slowly opening as Triandra used her powers to further along the nightmare she had trapped Gaius in and fumed. She wanted to stop her sister's fun as once again it was her toy being played with. She was hesitant to do so though as she remembered just what kept happening to her each time she'd tried to intervene so far. Besides, she was sure that her big sister would be more than happy to share with her when she was done. She felt as if she was forgetting something but it probably wasn't important.
The timer for 30 minutes hit and she remembered what it was very suddenly as Triandra's eyes glazed over and she completely forgot what she was doing. Her conjured nightmare let Gaius go and the giggling thief slipped away, knowing the drill by now. Peony pouted at that but soon she was smiling again as Triandra slipped up behind her and began tracing a nail along her side. The Ljosalfheimr giggled in her sister's arms not noticing the tentacles slithering in under her floating form and looking for her delicate ankles. Soon she was bond up tight, right next to Hrid both getting suction smooches all over their bodies as Triandra hummed happily while giving their feet some attention.
While the Dokkalfr of Nightmares played out her scene, she was quite oblivious to the one developing behind her. A rather bothered trio had formed behind her united in looking for Peony. Triandra wasn't one to smile without occasion but Plumeria, Ótr, and Fafnir were just the group to put one on her face, each with their own grievances with her sister that they were happy to share with not just her but also with poor old Hrid. Gaius heard quite a bit of laughter coming from the dungeon as he scampered up the stairs.
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Wheezing and tired, Gaius leaned against a wall for a moment just to take stock of himself. All the clothing damage from his time here was starting to add up to make him look quite the fool. His trousers were no more and in their place was a pair of leather cutoffs that were the only thing concealing from the world that his boxers were sticky from something other than sugar. His shirt had similarly been torn away to expose his midsection which despite his eating habits was anything but doughy, in fact, if he was in a bit better of a situation he'd make a remark about his abs being quite sweet. His shoes were gone, discarded on the floor of Ótr's lab after their soles had been cut away. Not much point to them anymore after all. Now he was here, out of breath and as close to naked as one could get while still wearing clothes.
He'd come here to save someone that Askr was missing desperately but by Naga he was tired. Laughter came from down the hallway and Gaius peered at the sight, seeing a trio of bound men marching along and laughing. Princes Ephraim and Lyon had their hands tied behind their back and stepped along with the handsome retainer Seth between them. All three's faces were contorted into giggly grins as Laegjarn and Laevateinn walked along behind them, dancing fingers along their chests and sides. Gaius' heart went out to the trio but nothing he'd be able to do for them and sticking around would only end up with him joining the parade. He ducked into a doorway and closed it behind him, looking to take refuge in the darkened chambers until the circus passed by.
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His eyes adjusted to the gloom and Gaius spied one of the biggest and fluffiest beds he'd ever seen in this realm or any other. There was a pair of dozing forms in it but damn if he just didn't care. The blankets and comforters looked freshly fluffed to the point where the occupants lay atop them but seemed to sink into the world of fluff. Patterns of stitched lollipops adorned them and Gaius sagged in exhaustion as he imagined himself drooling onto those. The drape that hung down was colored a shade of pink that brought to the sugar addict's mind visions of cotton candy that were impossible to shake. Worst of all though, a dish of what Gaius knew were butterscotches sat at the night table. His mouth and-watering, his feet aching and his knees trembling he looked at this bed and the man who lay in it.
The room was dark but with a slight blue glow thanks to the man on the bed. A side effect of his strange chest, which provided the odd light and also illuminated his ribcage. The aforementioned area rose and fell as the dark knight breathed in and out and occasionally let out a breathy chuckle. This was because of the pink-haired woman who lay on her stomach at the foot of the bed, tending to the foot of the knight. The fluttering wings on her back said she was no normal person but Gaius could barely keep his eyelids up. His rational mind flew out of his ear as he trudged forward and fell face-first into the bed. Mirabilis barely even stirred as she bounced into the air, coming back into the sheets with a floof and pulling herself close to Líf's feet again.
She pulled them close and yawned wide before putting her mouth right over the dozing knight's toes. He stiffened a bit at the feeling but soon settled down back into a restful state, even as the drowsy fairy teased a finger along his sole. Gaius watched the whole thing through lidded eyes and still couldn't help but stifle a yawn. He crawled his way up towards the soft pillows, they were adorned with black lace that made him think of licorice and as he lay his head down onto the pillow he was drooling while imagining the taste. He was exhausted but still managed to get an arm up to grab a sweet from the nightstand. He unwrapped it and popped it right into his mouth before settling back into the bed.
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Sure enough, Gaius soon felt an arm wrap around one of his ankles, he didn't care. His mind was focused on the way that the sweet in his mouth was so slowly melting. Mirabilis let out another yawn and pulled Gaius' captive foot right beside Líf's, she stretched her mouth wide, and soon both men had a few toes in her mouth. She happily gummed and chewed upon the captive digits making both men squirm and giggle in their sleep. They didn't care though, the bed was too comfortable. Both of them had no thoughts in their heads as they just dozed away happily while Mira flicked her nails along their heels.
Still, the two simply tossed slightly as she lightly tickled them, an uncharacteristic smile on Lif's shining face and a goofy grin on Gaius. Mirabilis happily smiled as let her tongue drag along the boy's digits and began strumming their soles, enjoying the faint struggles and dreamy giggles. She kicked her legs up and soon both of them had one of her bare feet resting on their chests. She pulled away from her candied treats with a wet pop and soon set to nuzzling her face along Gaius' taut sole making the man gasp into his candy. Her nose scraped along his sensitive in-step and he giggled away involuntarily.
He didn't roll or pull away though, in his dream he lay on his back in a fluffy bed as well, surrounded by candy. His lips bulged with butterscotches and a veritable sea of wrappers lay discarded at the foot of the bed. Every time he shifted on the bed, one would inevitably flutter along the sole of his size 9 and he would giggle but he'd simply reach over and grab another one. Gaius wouldn't think about how those candy wrappers felt suspiciously like fingers or how there was suddenly a weight laying across his chest. All he could focus on was the happy dream he was having. He popped a gumdrop into his mouth and could practically taste it, licking away happily at a lollipop that was next and he chuckled in bliss at the sensation.
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Back in the real world, there was licking but even though Gaius' tongue was out he wasn't the one doing it. Mira was alternating between Gaius' sweet sole and Líf's almost minty one. While Gaius snickered and blushed at the feeling, the dark knight waved his hand in his sleep.
"Father pleheheease, I and Alfonse are sihihmply trying to rehehest our feet....eeheeheehee Sharena you toohohoo?"
Gaius snorted in his sleep as now in his dream, his wife and daughter teased his soles while chiding him about eating too much candy. Still, he snacked away on the licorice they offered him even as occasionally they used some to floss between his plump toes. They made sure to discard those ones of course but Gaius wasn't paying attention, when they started twirling lollipops in his arches all he could do was gasp at how evil the idea was. For some reason though, he couldn't lift his arms to stop them or even to get more sweets. He didn't think too hard on it though as they kept coming into his mouth almost magically.
Peony had once again wanted to save her new favorite but had misunderestimated just how powerful Mirabilis could be when she was in a nap. She'd fluttered down to try and pull Gaius out of the bed by his shoulders but made the mistake of looking down. She saw Mirabilis simply yawn at her attempt to pull him away and soon she had to reciprocate it. Her eyelids grew heavy, her wings became harder and harder to flap and her mind cloudier. Finally, she crashed down right atop Gai, nestling her cheek against his and her arms around his neck. Her bare feet ended up right between his and soon Mirabilis was teasing them as well. The fairy of daydreams was happy to take a bit of Peony's power as she swiped a finger along her soft instep. She used it to not just give the boys sweet dreams, but also her fellow fay.
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Mirabilis also used the extra power to deal with the angry prince Ótr coming to get ahold of her toy boy. His face still covered in green lipstick marks and his big feet shone from the scrubbing Nott had given them. Upon entering the room though the sheer amount of power coming off Mirabilis had robbed him of his purpose. Soon he was crawling on the floor towards the bed where Mira had to help him up, in seconds the angry young man was snuggled in between the other two men with an ear-to-ear grin as they both kept him close. All of them laughed as a drooling Mira flicked her fingers along all the captive soles she had down there.
So the scene continued with more and more who had been trailing Peony. Gaius found himself buried beneath a veritable mound of men as Prince Alfonse, Crown Prince Hrid, and King Fafnir were all soon laying atop him, cuddled in close with Líf and Ótr pulled close. They'd all come with revenge in mind before Mirabilis had made them all so drowsy they'd simply sunk into the bed with him. The seven men lie in the bed drowsing in each other's arms, laughing under their breath as the pinkette played with their feet. Peony had found herself her bedmates as well, having Plumeria and Triandra lay with her after having succumbed as well. They teased her idly and tittered as well while Mira also played with their feet.
The combined powers of all four fairies meant that the ten were all trapped in nightmarish, lewd dreams that at the same time they were absolutely loving. Their heads spun as they fell to pieces in their dreams all while Mira happily went down the line teasing and tormenting their feet. When 30 minutes passed, Gaius was able to slip away finally. It had taken a toll though, he was panting and defeated. Barely able to stagger out of the room.
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He'd been up and down this castle and tickled out of his skin and he couldn't do it anymore. He'd ended up back where he started and opened the door to quite the sight. Opening the door to Loki's chambers revealed that the strategist was kneeling upon her bed and had trapped a plump pair of feet between her knees they wiggled helplessly as she danced her nails on their soles and enjoyed the way the legs tried to kick free.
"Oh? Have you come to give up? Why just a second sweet thing. We're having some fun with the darling summoner. Just wait your turn, if you don't mind. Sister? How are things going up there dearie?"
Thórr had pinned the cloaked woman's arms above her head by kneeling on them and now had her stretched body helpless before her. She was driving the poor girl mad with quick strikes in her taut pits, in the baby fat of her belly, and even occasionally flicking a nail down her neck. She writhed beneath her in ticklish madness but Thórr simply sighed and cupped her cheeks to hold the woman's head still.
"Now, now Abi, we've warned you. Giggle all you want but wiggly girls get punished. Do I need to get the feather and let this cute little nose of yours have it again? Hmm? Or is Abbi going to be a good girl? Dear sister, it's so hard to talk to her when she's laughing so much. Do you think you could be a bit gentler with her feet?" The usually shy and cutesy composed summoner writhed like mad from the tickly sensations; especially her poor puppies and entire body which glowed a rosy cherry color.
"Me? Heavens no. These feet are simply a dream! Why who would have guessed the summoner would have such big soft feet that my nails were practically destined to tickle and tease for nights on end. Why it's practically a dream come true!"
Gaius sank to his knees at hearing the Summoner begging for mercy on her ticklish feet. He'd come here to save her and been all over looking for her but now here she was beneath two people he knew he had no chance of beating. When he floated off the ground and towards the bed he didn't even resist a part of him he'd been trying to suppress was excited to be back to back with Abi and tickled out of his mind.
"Hey Miss Tricky, do you mind if we get a friend of mine in on this," he asked as Loki welcomed her helpless toy into the bed, helping to get him comfortable.
"Why of course darling, the more the merrier."
Back in Mirabilis' room, a certain blonde-haired Ljoaslf sneezed in her sleep. Unaware that her dreams of a personal tickle toy had just come true.
In a great and fluffy bed lay Mirabilis, tucked in nicely she snuggled her face into the cheek of the tallboy dozing in the bed next to her. Normally Linhardt would have a neutral expression as he dozed but now his face had a grin permanently fixed upon it. This was due to the hand Mira had beneath the sheets tracing shapes into his stomach as they both slept. Lord Freyr frequently chided the Ljósálfheimr about this but had eventually realized that Mira wanted to be caught playing with his toys. She'd doze right off in the stocks holding onto Lin-Lin who'd done the same (Both fall asleep and have his pretty feet put into the stocks) the two would giggle in their sleep as Freyr shook his head while taking feathers to their soles.
Peony wanted a toy that was as much fun of her own but had no idea where she'd find one. With a sigh, she waved her hand and summoned up a new scene. In this one, a terrified Boey kept a blanket over his head and squirmed. His cute feet poked their toes out from under the blanket and each of the little digits was receiving attention from the monstrous clown before him. It played with each of his toes while its long tongue poked Boey in the cheeks through the blanket. Behind him, Triandra conjured another tickly nightmare in the form of a giant snake that was sneaking in under Boey's blanket to give him a real fright. In seconds he was coiled up tight by it with enough force to make his cheeks puff up. Triandra fluttered down and began playing with his feet again as the snake and clown took an ear each to help keep the big old goofy smile on his face.
It was like they'd each had a boy made for them to play with! Peony was normally all smiles and sunshine but it was starting to wear upon her she admitted to herself. Unbidden this time, a new scene appeared. Plumeria was up this time, working her magic on a young man of Fodlan. Sylvain lay back and moaned as the great dragon atop him skittered his nails all along his muscled chest. The flirt's head was abuzz with dreams of more and more things his captor could do to him and his mouth ran with them, begging Múspell to visit all kinds of tricks and traps on him. From wrapping him up tight and doing a tasting of each of his toes to seeing how hard those teeth of his could bite his nipples before he submitted, Sylvain's words were bringing flushes to both the Dragon AND Plumeria's faces. Peony sighed and waved off the mirror just as the flirt had turned the tables. The last image on the screen was the shadow of his wiggling fingers over them, driving Múspell and Plumeria to quiver in fear.
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She wanted one of her own so bad! It felt like everyone had settled down for the day with their pet to play with but here she was all alone. She settled back and tried to check the whole castle again for anybody available. Loki had much more than her fair share of boys to play with at the moment, casting a spell that had them floating around her to have them at her mercy. Thórr was down in the arena, supervising a weaponless match between Ogma and Navarre. She'd promised that she had something wicked planned for the loser but in reality, the pair of stocks in her chambers sat two. King Surtr was on his throne and currently had no less than four boys sharing his lap at the moment. He held Michalis' arms up above him with one hand while the other roamed all along his defenseless pits. The tall former king was in tears as the rest of his chest was teased and tickled by Marth, Merric, and Xane.
Peony paused for a second, she'd wanted to see what kind of things King Freyr was currently putting into the heads of Corrin and his two older brothers but there was something off. She sensed a mind that hadn't been visited with the lick of madness that this place gave to those who'd been fluffed into submission and unlike Prince's Siegbert and Takumi it wasn't in the dungeon awaiting a choice from Prince Hrid on who he was taking "riding" with him today. Using the powers of a dream-based being she searched through the whole castle inch by inch before finding the source.
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A thief hid behind a curtain in the hallway, outside Alfonse's chambers. The prince writhed and giggled in his bed as Loki stood at the foot of his bed and danced her nails along one of his soles she'd snatched from him. Peony sulked, another boy was having fun and she still didn't have one. She flitted about, immaterial and unseen to all, and watched as Gaius peered in on the prince's ticklish wake-up.
"Wakey, wakey little princeling. Those that stay in bed too long are practically slugs and that's a kind of insect. When I was young I did so love playing with them, pulling their legs off, teasing them, and smushing them. You don't mind helping a lady feel young again, do you? Coochie-coochie, coo."
Alfonse giggled and shook in the bed, keeping Loki's attention at least. Gaius shook his head, he wanted to help free the captive but knew better than to try to take on someone like Loki by himself. He moved to sneak past the open door and continued into the castle in search of anyone he could help but stopped when a strange feeling began on his stomach. He tried to pat it down as if he could settle the butterflies in his stomach but rather it was a girl with butterfly wings teasing the man's belly. Peony giggled as she danced her nails along with Gaius' tum and enjoyed the way he tried to swat her away. Every way he tried to turn, she followed, to deny him even a step in any direction. Gaius stumbled from foot to foot trying to shake off this unseen assault on his stomach until it finally bubbled up out of him.
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"Pffffeehehe whahat?!"
Gaius' cheeks flushed as he realized he'd blown his element of surprise. He looked up to see Loki staring at him with a smirk. Peony released him and fluttered off to watch the scene she'd set, playing out for her amusement. Loki turned toward Gaius and stepped away from Alfonse but a copy of her stayed behind and continued to tickle the lad's soft sole. Gaius moved to run but with a tap of her staff, Loki whisked him off his feet with her magic and set the now weightless man to come to her. He flailed desperately in the air to try and slip away but had no luck until he literally dropped into her arms. Gaius struggled to get away but with just a tap of a magically charged finger to his forehead, he went limp in her arms due to the spell and could do nothing as she made another copy of herself.
The original Loki grabbed at his shirt and ripped off a section that left his mid-rip exposed. Meanwhile, the other Loki sidled away from Gaius and stroked a finger through the air mischievously. She danced her fingers along in the air oddly while the one with Gaius in her arms carried him over to the bed that Alfonse still giggled and squirmed in. She tossed the limp Gaius into the bed before whispering something to her clone who finally released Alfonse's silken foot. The prince pulled it up to his chest defensively and whimpered at how flushed the sole had become. With a snap of her fingers, Gaius was bathed in magical light. Alfonse sniffed the air curiously as Loki chuckled.
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"Such a mischievous young rogue as you got this far into our stronghold? I must say I'm quite impressed, a shame that you were undone by something so silly though. I do enjoy challenges and so I think I'll give you another chance but with a twist to make it more fun. I'm going to let you my handsome cutpurse go free! Free to wander about this castle as you see fit, even with an extra boost! Anyone who catches you will lose sight and release you after 30 minutes. However, while they have you, they will be drawn to taste every inch of you by my magicks. You can feel free to accomplish whatever goals you've got in here with the curse on you. Just know that you can't leave until you finish them. If you just CAN'T stand it anymore and want me to take this curse off you, all you need to do is ask. Come to my chambers and you'll find me waiting in my bed. Just enter my boudoir and surrender yourself to me and I'll take it away and give you a new life."
"Y-You don't seriously think I'm gonna do that, do you, Ms. Tricky? I don't know what kind of tenderfoot you think you've got here but I don't plan on spending the night here with you and Alfster here."
Gaius still couldn't move an inch, but his tongue could move just fine. Loki smiled as Alfonse squirmed on the bed and was about to make a droll response but it turned out that "Alfster" had a tongue that worked just fine as well. Not being able to move meant that Gaius couldn't do a thing when Alfonse rolled over on top of him on the bed. The corrupted Prince dipped his tongue down and took a hesitant lap of the thief's exposed stomach. The look on his face was unmistakable and Alfonse was face down in Gai's tum and nibbling on the rim of his belly button.
"Pffff h-hey A-Alfster ge-get out of t-thehehere...ehehe"
Loki smiled at the cracking expression on Gaius' face before shaking a finger.
"Do so, hope you enjoy the next half hour, darling. I'm sure " Alfster here will give you a good time. That spell keeping you limp will wear off then too, don't worry. Have fun~"
Loki turned to her copies who giggled and stroked along the air in what seemed to Gaius, utter madness. The trio of strategists though were all having a grand old time, tickling along the legs of the captured Ljosalfheimr they'd found flitting about Gaius. Peony snorted and squeaked as the first Loki plucked at her bubbly toes, the second excavated her belly button and now the third came to nibble on her pointed ears. The trio hustled off the laughing dream maiden out of the room as Alfonse went back to licking along the thief's stomach.
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"Hehehy cohohme on! Alfsteheher snap out of ihiht."
Alfonse didn't show any signs of even hearing Gaius though. He crossed his arms and lay his cheek down onto the man's stomach. He sighed in abject contentment as his tongue slid along his tight stomach. He put his feet up into the air behind him and Gaius simply stared at the soles as a way to try and distract himself from how badly the boy's cheek alone was tickling, let alone the tongue now swirling around the rim of his belly button.
This was a mistake as the pink flush on Alfonse's soles started to have a reaction for him. Soon enough the thief's mouth was dry and when the little toes of the royal's foot clenched he found something stirring down low. Alfonse did not indicate whether or not he even felt Gaius's licorice starting to stir but the way he was lying, it was poking right up into his soft stomach. The way Alfonse readjusted to start kissing away at Gaius' abs meant that it was poking right up into the baby fat he had.
Gaius was starting to lose it but just as Alfonse was blabbering to himself about sticking his tongue into the man's navel, his eyes glazed over. He got up off of Gaius and stretched as if he was just getting up. Gaius was puzzled at first but found that he could now move his arms and legs. It hadn't felt like a half-hour but he knew better than to hang around and get licked up like a lollipop again. He slipped off the bed in an attempt to not get spotted by Alfonse just in case he didn't get double indemnity from Loki's spell. Turns out that was for nothing as a pair of ghostly hands appeared to help Alfonse get ready for the day. The prince tried to flee but they were quick to slip under his nightclothes and pull his candied treat from under those robes. Gaius tried to look away when the ghostly hands started digging into the area underneath Alfonse's sack and feathering away at the tip of his cock but it was hard to not look at.
Still, he didn't plan on joining him and as such there was a reason he was here. He slipped away but said to himself that he'd find some kind of way to come back and help out the Alfster. Closing the door behind him, he frowned at his ripped-up shirt and slimy feeling stomach. It didn't feel like the best idea to wander around in here without a purpose so he tried to figure a path down to the dungeons. He heard squeals from down the hallway though and as it came closer he realized that he'd better make himself scarce. Looking around he didn't see anywhere to hide in the hallway except for ducking back into Alfonse's chambers or another door marked with a gear.
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Gaius decided to take the sweet risk and duck into the strange room. He'd meant to look back and see what he'd just avoided but was too struck by the sight of the room before him. The room was dimly lit but all kinds of mechanisms and traps adorned the wall as well as blueprints of all kinds. In the center of the room seemed to be a dark-haired child who worked over a console. Gaius didn't recognize him but still had come here to save people and as such crept closer to see if there was a way he could get him out of here. Drawing closer though he saw the large testing area he overlooked.
Inside it, a pink-haired young man in a mask tried to desperately fend off mechanical arms that danced rubberized fingers along his naked body. The boy at the console frowned and turned a dial as the wyvern rider held in his giggles. The mechanical hands shoved him over and seized his ankles to pull his large feet out from under him. One dug a finger in between Gerome's big and second toe to start stroking and spinning into the sensitive area there. His cheeks were flushed bright red but no sound could be heard, probably due to thick-looking glass that encircled the testing area and gave him nowhere to flee. The boy flicked another switch and more hands descended on Gerome's helpless soles, beginning a ticklish assault of finger tapping up and down the big pink feet as he flailed and begged. The young man pulled at his hair in desperation and mouthed begs and pleas but was largely ignored.
Finally, the one running console sighed in frustration and flicked another switch to end the experiment. More hands descended with what looked to be a sheet of plastic. They made quick work of rolling Gerome up in it from his neck to his ankles until he was helpless. Then a metal pod descended and he was placed inside it despite his protests. The warrior's feet stuck out of the bottom and a mechanical hand sat inactive between them. It whirred to life and began slowly tracing a finger along his tired soles, not hard enough to tickle but just enough to make a sensitive lad squirm in helplessness. The pod was then raised up above the testing area and Gaius saw how many others hung up there, all with soles protruding in similar situations. He saw nameplates on each and saw a few he recognized Inigo, Morgan, Forrest just to name a few.
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Gaius was positively bewitched by the sight of all the wiggling pairs of teased feet, standing there in a daze. It was a bit of a dull sight for Peony as she flitted her way into the room. Lady Loki had taken her shoes and there was still a bit of fluff between her toes from the string the strategist had used to floss them. Still, she saw a chance to have a good time with her new favorite boy and she took it. She fluttered up behind him, stuck her tongue out, and saw if Gaius had washed behind his ears. He had of course, but the yelp of surprise he let out was no less loud and as such it caused Ótr to turn around and see the thief.
A flip of the switch was all it took and soon the same hands that had taken the test subject descended on Gaius. He couldn't move fast enough because of the giggles and so he was quickly snapped up, wrapped up, and flipped upside down. Gaius' hair hung down around him as he struggled in the plastic wrap that had mummified him so quickly. Ótr smirked and flipped a switch and the hands brought out knives to start cutting away the soles of his boots. His ankles were bound together with a device just like the other boys and soon a mechanical hand was tracing a finger slowly along his heel as he bit his lip.
"I don't know why you came in here but you're going to regret it! I've got plenty...of...tests...hmmm..."
Ótr's nose crinkled and he sniffed about, his eyes seeming to glaze over as he looked at Gaius. Suddenly he was on his hands and knees scrabbling over to the upside the thief. Gaius felt his hot breath as the man took one of his ears between his teeth and started to nibble away. He'd had all manner of tickle bots and mechanisms and plans that needed victims but now Loki's spell had him. The machines went on doing their tests without him, dropping Rolf down onto a seat that had him helpless as scrub brushes started going all up and down his big soles.
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Ótr was supposed to record his reactions but right now all he could think of was licking away at Gaius' ear. Behind it, inside it, around it, they all had different tastes! Normally a bitter little man, right now Ótr was struck at how sweet Gaius was and consumed by it. One lick gave him bitter licorice, the minty candy cane, and the next sweet butterscotch. He started to nip at Gaius' earlobe and the way the man tried to flinch away made him blush. Still, he chased him hungrily ignoring his pleas.
"He-Hehey there! St-Stahahp! Ehehehee Co-Cohome on now, Stretch thahat-ehehehehee!"
Ótr normally would have really let somebody who called him "Stretch" have it. He had a special chamber with rotating brushes perfectly sized for each and every person in this castle. They'd be strapped down and the personalized brush would slip into their navel to begin spinning and go deeper and deeper until it hit the bottom. In absence of him hitting any switches though, his machines went ahead and dropped Ronan in for that. The mad scientist was paying attention though, he was enjoying the flavor explosion each time he nibbled on Gaius' earlobe. Between the feeling of the villain nibbling away at his ear and the rubbery finger that was now traveling the ball of his foot, he was having a hard time thinking. Wiggling helplessly in his wrapped up state, he stammered out pleas.
"Hehehey~ Strehehehetch, c'mon! HehehAHHHhoho let's talk abohohut this spohohort! Ooohohooheheey! Ahahah nohoho bihihihiting dahahang it!"
Ótr did not stop biting at all though, in fact, his hands wandered up and started to tease Gaius on his neck and shoulder, dancing their nails lightly on the skin as he shook and squirmed. If the Nidvallan prince was in command of his senses he might have been recording all this like he normally did but instead, he was no more than an animal licking and biting at his prey's ticklish ears. Normally Ótr was much more careful and went to check the lock on the door to his lab regularly knowing that there were quite a few lock aficionados around the castle who could be carried here by someone big enough.
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Ótr wasn't doing anything like that though, all he wanted to do was enjoy the flavor his lips were getting off Gaius' earlobe and nothing else. The way the mechanical hand teased the stem of Gaius' littlest toe meant that even though all of this tickling was technically "soft", beneath the wrappings the thief was hard. Peony felt left out as each time she tried to slip fingers in to tickle Gaius on the neck, Ótr waved her off unconsciously. It definitely didn't help that his machines continued to whir along with all kinds of tickly experiments on the various tickle boys of the castle. Robin was brought forward to the testing area and a revolving bar of soft and downy feathers was pressed to his bare stomach, as it spun up to begin fluffing its victim, a mechanical hand slapped a piece of shiny tape over his lips.
Peony watched it all and wanted to tickle someone herself. She dropped the spell keeping her immaterial and unseen to Ótr and pressed in to slip some fingers and tickle Gaius along his cheeks. She didn't expect the general to seize her by the wrists and pull her across his lap. If Peony had been paying more attention she would have realized that 30 minutes had just elapsed and as such Ótr had forgotten all about Gaius. The machines let Gaius down and he collapsed to the ground to start wiggling his way of the plastic wrap, the mechanical hand continued to tap its way across his foot of course so that this wouldn't be too easy for him.
Ótr's hands got into Peony's armpits and the Alfheim resident did a good job of distracting him as Gaius wiggled himself free. He had no idea who the blonde girl was that Stretch there had but if she was willing to donate her thighs to his fingers and give Gaius time to get out of here that was fine by him. He wasn't particularly trustful of the way that the door's lock was working either. He'd been a thief long enough to know the signs of a lock getting picked. Peony's laugh made a nice soundtrack as he worked his way free especially when Stretch got to her feet.
The two of them made for quite the scene but Gaius was still somewhat worried about getting out of here without Ótr going for round 2 on him. When the door swung open and a giant with green hair stood there that suddenly seemed much easier. Nótt let Sothe slip away and smiled as she bent down to enter the room. Ótr had nowhere to go and could only tremble as she came into the room and smiled at him. Gaius saw her go right for his control board and wasn't gonna stick around. He dodged out the room right as the mechanical hands came down to scoop him up, instead they grabbed a struggling Sothe and pulled him over for a wrap-up just like Ótr and Peony. Nótt pulled all three into her lap and gave a wave as the thief beat feet down towards the dungeons.
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He was pretty sure she hadn't followed him, but Gaius still caught his breath in a hiding place beneath the stairs. Nótt hadn't followed him, yes, she was much too busy sitting in Ótr's chair and strumming him along his exposed chest. The two had a grand old time watching the wrapped-up Peony get dropped into the machine that would transcribe their words in ink onto her soles. Nótt couldn't think of a better place to put their wedding vows.
The sound of creaking wood above him made Gaius jump in fear that perhaps someone had followed him down here. Someone was indeed descending the steps but their lack of haste told him that they didn't know he was here. The staircase was simple, no more than really exposed wooden planks done bleacher-style allowing somebody to descend to the dungeons. An odd design, but Gaius was thankful for it as it meant he could see who was coming down easily. King Fafnir of Nidavellir's reason for being here was unknown to the thief and he didn't intend to hang around and find out. He gathered himself up and prepared to flee deeper into the dungeon when he heard a heavy step and a swear.
"Blast! Fool design! I'd have the designer of this place flogged."
Gaius stopped and looked back, the villain seemed to have stumbled and made a misstep. One of his ankles was now wedged between two of the steps. He pulled at his leg and tried not to ruffle the kimono he wore but could not hide his frustration. Gaius had intended to continue his search and just avoid him but devious intentions filled his head. Looking about to make sure things were safe, he crept back beneath the stairs. It was impossible for Fafnir not to see him but the man couldn't do a thing about it. Gaius undid the straps of the man's boot and slipped it off.
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"Dammit! Who's down there?! Get away, dammit!"
At first, Gaius had puzzled over the strange design of the staircase but now that he looked at the underside of these stairs he realized it was designed for this. The edges of each plank were padded in a manner that would allow things in but be quite difficult to pull out from, still though the padding meant that there would be no discomfort from the awkward position. This meant that he could take his time with removing Fafnir's sock if he wanted, he didn't as he was never the type to savor his treats. Once the size 8 was bare he dug right in, slipping his fingers into the royal's high arch and enjoying the lingering feeling of warmth left from the man's socks.
Fafnir barked out curses and threats that weren't even in a language that Gaius understood but he didn't care. He was entranced by how hard the man had scrunched his toes. Were he able to get free then Gaius would most likely be doomed to all kinds of terrible things but here he was spinning his finger like a drill to force it in between the clenched toes of a king. When they finally opened up, Fafnir squealed like a child and he continued to do so as Gaius pushed back his big toe and scratched at its pad.
"I'LL KIHIHILLL YOU! TEHEHEAR YOU APAAHART! MUHUHURDER!!!"
The tears in his eyes made it sweeter but Gaius barely paid attention, entranced as he was by the foot. Before the thief knew it he had pulled a lollipop out of his belt and was slipping its stem all along the creamy sole as if it was a pen. Somehow the idea of tickling a king like this had Gaius completely focused on this and this only. Deep in his mind, there was a part of him that told him there was something he was forgetting, someone he'd come here to save. Still, his fingers scribbled upon Fafnir's trapped foot, plucking at the wrinkles when the man tried to curl it defensively.
A strange idea filled Gaius' head and before he knew it, his hands were doing it. The lollipop he'd been using as a pen was unwrapped and its sticky sweet payload was rolled about on Fafnir's foot, the king fidgeted in confusion at the sensation not quite sure what was happening. When the lolly got between his toes and started spinning though, he went right back to choking out threats.
"Hahahang you by yoohohur ankles frohohm the cahahastle walls! Have your hahahahnds dihihpped in hohohohney and given to the gohohoats! Dahahahammit stahaahp! Pleeeheeeease! Feehehehe!"
Gaius might have stayed there all day, candying the monarch's trapped foot but a flutter by his ear made him stop in his tracks and blink. The realization that someone would most likely hear all this and come to investigate set in and caused him to bound off down into the dungeons to see to his mission. Rather absentmindedly though, he popped a lollipop into his mouth and puzzled over why it tasted of strawberries. It wasn't normally a flavor he liked but this one was quite the treat.
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Gaius couldn't see it but he was leaving quite the scene behind. When he'd been teasing away at Fafnir's trapped foot, not once had he seen the mysterious woman flitting around him and influencing his mind. Plumeria had been happy to have a mortal whose mind she could play with after her humiliation at Sylvain's hands earlier. Thankfully that idiot dragon had been there to let her slip away and now this fool king had blundered in to give her pet's fingers something to dance on. She'd been planning to have him do even more when a little bug had started to pester her.
"Plumeeeeeria!~ C'mon I wanted to play with him! Everyone keeps taking him and I don't get to have any fun~"
Plumeria had ignored her whining for as long as she could, focusing instead on influencing the boys into giving into their lust. Keeping Gaius from running away and Fafnir from calling out for help. Eventually, though, the girl had realized words weren't going to work and got a bit more hands-on. Dancing her fingers along her "older sister's" breast lightly, just enough to break her concentration. Gaius had shaken off her influence and fled while Fafnir called out for help.
Gaius had heard faint giggling as he'd run off but he'd just assumed it had been Fafnir. After all, he couldn't see the red-faced Peony floating about, holding her ankle in her hand and tracing her fingers along her soft, size 5 sole. Her giggle had a musical lilt to it even as she pleaded with the Dokkalfr of Lewd Dreams who was playing with her mind to make her do so. Peony couldn't stop herself just the feeling of a warm sole beneath her finger as well as someone teasing and tickling her sensitive foot had her almost drooling, even if she was playing both parts herself. Plumeria turned her full attention to making Peony tease herself, not seeing a furious Fafnir behind her.
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Gaius didn't know anything about any of that though, it might have made him feel better to know that both sprites that had just teased him were soon laughing together after being stuffed into the stairs. He was busy though, a new sight had stopped him in his tracks. He was frozen in fear as he ran past one of the cells and saw a monster that made him stop in his tracks. Though it was safely trapped in one of the cells, it still made the hairs on Gaius' arms stand up. It towered over a normal man to the point where it was hunched over inside the dungeon beneath a low ceiling. No less than eight arms protruded from its chest and terrifyingly each had long-fingered hands with devilish red painted nails. Instead of legs, it stood atop a writhing nest of long black tentacles that shimmered with slime as they swept about the cell, looking for anything of interest. Peeking out from the nest of limbs was what seemed to be a woman's head, with her long silvery hair swept to one side. When she smiled at the fearful Gaius though he was very aware of the long and monstrous tongue peeking out from between her painted lips.
He finally noticed that this creature wasn't the only occupant of the cell. He hadn't seen him due to the way that the sweeping tentacles teased and caressed him but a silver-haired man lay on the ground beneath the monster. There was no bondage upon Prince Hrid but the tentacles were so fast in teasing various spots along his chest, arms, and face that he couldn't even muster the energy to try and sit up, let alone defend himself. Hrid's pecs bounced and jiggled as the tentacles lay along them, fastening their suction cups and unfastening each going with little wet pops as they settled and unsettled. To the gasping royal, it was as if his chest and face were currently under attack by dozens of rapid-fire kisses coming so fast that he could do nothing. The man's legs shook at the assault but the monster made sure his snowy size 13s weren't neglected. Two of its jet black arms were bent back and providing deeeep tissue massage to the soles in a manner that meant the Ice Prince was heating up all over.
Gaius wanted to run for it, flee as far from this cell as he could but he was frozen in place in fear. The creature saw him and smiled gently, well as much as it could with a tongue hanging down to its collarbones. One of its hands rummaged around and produced a wrapped candy that it offered to Gaius while beckoning him to come inside the cell. His mind was screaming for him to run but his body took a step forward regardless. He could see some of the tentacles writhing their way towards the bars but still, he couldn't stop himself. He reached an arm between them, towards the candy, and quivered as the monster's smile grew wider. It dropped the candy and the spell seemed to break. Gaius turned away and tried to run but it was too late, the tentacles were through the bars and coming for him.
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They hooked him by the ankles and Gaius crashed to the floor. He skidded along the cold stone as his feet were pulled between the bars and his legs as well, once he was through as far as he could be, the tentacles wrapped around his knees to keep him there. The monster sashayed its way over to him while dragging along a still gasping Prince Hrid behind it. Gaius tried to pull himself free but to no avail and soon the tentacles were ripping away the legs of his trousers. It wasn't long before he found himself in a pair of hastily made cut-offs that offered no protection from the wiggly tendrils.
They began laying suction-cup kisses all over his bare thighs and even worming their way up beneath his boxers to tease their tips inside the thief's ticklish taint. His kicking legs were soon stilled by more tentacles wrapping around them, adding the backs of his knees, his muscled calves, and the tops of his feet to the list of places that would soon be bearing many little suction marks from the monster's attention. The carrot-tops sweet soles weren't left unattended either, two of the hands peeled off and began tending to them with a tender massage just like the one still being performed on the gasping Hrid.
The other man was now almost mummified in tentacles that flexed and tightened with hundreds of little pops that kept him drooling. His feet poked out and soon were mere inches away from Gaius' soles so that the monster could tend to both its boy's soles. Gaius tried to reach through the bars and slap the monster away but that was a horrid mistake as soon the tentacles wrapped around his wrists and stuck his hands at its mercy. The creature's other four hands then began to tend to old Gaius' stuck fingers. Gently forcing them back and tracing nails along their stems, Gaius was chewing his lip trying to hold it in but at the same time, watching in horror as the door to the cell opened, ever so slowly.
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Somebody else watched the scene in horror, and that was once again Peony. She saw the door slowly opening as Triandra used her powers to further along the nightmare she had trapped Gaius in and fumed. She wanted to stop her sister's fun as once again it was her toy being played with. She was hesitant to do so though as she remembered just what kept happening to her each time she'd tried to intervene so far. Besides, she was sure that her big sister would be more than happy to share with her when she was done. She felt as if she was forgetting something but it probably wasn't important.
The timer for 30 minutes hit and she remembered what it was very suddenly as Triandra's eyes glazed over and she completely forgot what she was doing. Her conjured nightmare let Gaius go and the giggling thief slipped away, knowing the drill by now. Peony pouted at that but soon she was smiling again as Triandra slipped up behind her and began tracing a nail along her side. The Ljosalfheimr giggled in her sister's arms not noticing the tentacles slithering in under her floating form and looking for her delicate ankles. Soon she was bond up tight, right next to Hrid both getting suction smooches all over their bodies as Triandra hummed happily while giving their feet some attention.
While the Dokkalfr of Nightmares played out her scene, she was quite oblivious to the one developing behind her. A rather bothered trio had formed behind her united in looking for Peony. Triandra wasn't one to smile without occasion but Plumeria, Ótr, and Fafnir were just the group to put one on her face, each with their own grievances with her sister that they were happy to share with not just her but also with poor old Hrid. Gaius heard quite a bit of laughter coming from the dungeon as he scampered up the stairs.
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Wheezing and tired, Gaius leaned against a wall for a moment just to take stock of himself. All the clothing damage from his time here was starting to add up to make him look quite the fool. His trousers were no more and in their place was a pair of leather cutoffs that were the only thing concealing from the world that his boxers were sticky from something other than sugar. His shirt had similarly been torn away to expose his midsection which despite his eating habits was anything but doughy, in fact, if he was in a bit better of a situation he'd make a remark about his abs being quite sweet. His shoes were gone, discarded on the floor of Ótr's lab after their soles had been cut away. Not much point to them anymore after all. Now he was here, out of breath and as close to naked as one could get while still wearing clothes.
He'd come here to save someone that Askr was missing desperately but by Naga he was tired. Laughter came from down the hallway and Gaius peered at the sight, seeing a trio of bound men marching along and laughing. Princes Ephraim and Lyon had their hands tied behind their back and stepped along with the handsome retainer Seth between them. All three's faces were contorted into giggly grins as Laegjarn and Laevateinn walked along behind them, dancing fingers along their chests and sides. Gaius' heart went out to the trio but nothing he'd be able to do for them and sticking around would only end up with him joining the parade. He ducked into a doorway and closed it behind him, looking to take refuge in the darkened chambers until the circus passed by.
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His eyes adjusted to the gloom and Gaius spied one of the biggest and fluffiest beds he'd ever seen in this realm or any other. There was a pair of dozing forms in it but damn if he just didn't care. The blankets and comforters looked freshly fluffed to the point where the occupants lay atop them but seemed to sink into the world of fluff. Patterns of stitched lollipops adorned them and Gaius sagged in exhaustion as he imagined himself drooling onto those. The drape that hung down was colored a shade of pink that brought to the sugar addict's mind visions of cotton candy that were impossible to shake. Worst of all though, a dish of what Gaius knew were butterscotches sat at the night table. His mouth and-watering, his feet aching and his knees trembling he looked at this bed and the man who lay in it.
The room was dark but with a slight blue glow thanks to the man on the bed. A side effect of his strange chest, which provided the odd light and also illuminated his ribcage. The aforementioned area rose and fell as the dark knight breathed in and out and occasionally let out a breathy chuckle. This was because of the pink-haired woman who lay on her stomach at the foot of the bed, tending to the foot of the knight. The fluttering wings on her back said she was no normal person but Gaius could barely keep his eyelids up. His rational mind flew out of his ear as he trudged forward and fell face-first into the bed. Mirabilis barely even stirred as she bounced into the air, coming back into the sheets with a floof and pulling herself close to Líf's feet again.
She pulled them close and yawned wide before putting her mouth right over the dozing knight's toes. He stiffened a bit at the feeling but soon settled down back into a restful state, even as the drowsy fairy teased a finger along his sole. Gaius watched the whole thing through lidded eyes and still couldn't help but stifle a yawn. He crawled his way up towards the soft pillows, they were adorned with black lace that made him think of licorice and as he lay his head down onto the pillow he was drooling while imagining the taste. He was exhausted but still managed to get an arm up to grab a sweet from the nightstand. He unwrapped it and popped it right into his mouth before settling back into the bed.
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Sure enough, Gaius soon felt an arm wrap around one of his ankles, he didn't care. His mind was focused on the way that the sweet in his mouth was so slowly melting. Mirabilis let out another yawn and pulled Gaius' captive foot right beside Líf's, she stretched her mouth wide, and soon both men had a few toes in her mouth. She happily gummed and chewed upon the captive digits making both men squirm and giggle in their sleep. They didn't care though, the bed was too comfortable. Both of them had no thoughts in their heads as they just dozed away happily while Mira flicked her nails along their heels.
Still, the two simply tossed slightly as she lightly tickled them, an uncharacteristic smile on Lif's shining face and a goofy grin on Gaius. Mirabilis happily smiled as let her tongue drag along the boy's digits and began strumming their soles, enjoying the faint struggles and dreamy giggles. She kicked her legs up and soon both of them had one of her bare feet resting on their chests. She pulled away from her candied treats with a wet pop and soon set to nuzzling her face along Gaius' taut sole making the man gasp into his candy. Her nose scraped along his sensitive in-step and he giggled away involuntarily.
He didn't roll or pull away though, in his dream he lay on his back in a fluffy bed as well, surrounded by candy. His lips bulged with butterscotches and a veritable sea of wrappers lay discarded at the foot of the bed. Every time he shifted on the bed, one would inevitably flutter along the sole of his size 9 and he would giggle but he'd simply reach over and grab another one. Gaius wouldn't think about how those candy wrappers felt suspiciously like fingers or how there was suddenly a weight laying across his chest. All he could focus on was the happy dream he was having. He popped a gumdrop into his mouth and could practically taste it, licking away happily at a lollipop that was next and he chuckled in bliss at the sensation.
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Back in the real world, there was licking but even though Gaius' tongue was out he wasn't the one doing it. Mira was alternating between Gaius' sweet sole and Líf's almost minty one. While Gaius snickered and blushed at the feeling, the dark knight waved his hand in his sleep.
"Father pleheheease, I and Alfonse are sihihmply trying to rehehest our feet....eeheeheehee Sharena you toohohoo?"
Gaius snorted in his sleep as now in his dream, his wife and daughter teased his soles while chiding him about eating too much candy. Still, he snacked away on the licorice they offered him even as occasionally they used some to floss between his plump toes. They made sure to discard those ones of course but Gaius wasn't paying attention, when they started twirling lollipops in his arches all he could do was gasp at how evil the idea was. For some reason though, he couldn't lift his arms to stop them or even to get more sweets. He didn't think too hard on it though as they kept coming into his mouth almost magically.
Peony had once again wanted to save her new favorite but had misunderestimated just how powerful Mirabilis could be when she was in a nap. She'd fluttered down to try and pull Gaius out of the bed by his shoulders but made the mistake of looking down. She saw Mirabilis simply yawn at her attempt to pull him away and soon she had to reciprocate it. Her eyelids grew heavy, her wings became harder and harder to flap and her mind cloudier. Finally, she crashed down right atop Gai, nestling her cheek against his and her arms around his neck. Her bare feet ended up right between his and soon Mirabilis was teasing them as well. The fairy of daydreams was happy to take a bit of Peony's power as she swiped a finger along her soft instep. She used it to not just give the boys sweet dreams, but also her fellow fay.
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Mirabilis also used the extra power to deal with the angry prince Ótr coming to get ahold of her toy boy. His face still covered in green lipstick marks and his big feet shone from the scrubbing Nott had given them. Upon entering the room though the sheer amount of power coming off Mirabilis had robbed him of his purpose. Soon he was crawling on the floor towards the bed where Mira had to help him up, in seconds the angry young man was snuggled in between the other two men with an ear-to-ear grin as they both kept him close. All of them laughed as a drooling Mira flicked her fingers along all the captive soles she had down there.
So the scene continued with more and more who had been trailing Peony. Gaius found himself buried beneath a veritable mound of men as Prince Alfonse, Crown Prince Hrid, and King Fafnir were all soon laying atop him, cuddled in close with Líf and Ótr pulled close. They'd all come with revenge in mind before Mirabilis had made them all so drowsy they'd simply sunk into the bed with him. The seven men lie in the bed drowsing in each other's arms, laughing under their breath as the pinkette played with their feet. Peony had found herself her bedmates as well, having Plumeria and Triandra lay with her after having succumbed as well. They teased her idly and tittered as well while Mira also played with their feet.
The combined powers of all four fairies meant that the ten were all trapped in nightmarish, lewd dreams that at the same time they were absolutely loving. Their heads spun as they fell to pieces in their dreams all while Mira happily went down the line teasing and tormenting their feet. When 30 minutes passed, Gaius was able to slip away finally. It had taken a toll though, he was panting and defeated. Barely able to stagger out of the room.
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He'd been up and down this castle and tickled out of his skin and he couldn't do it anymore. He'd ended up back where he started and opened the door to quite the sight. Opening the door to Loki's chambers revealed that the strategist was kneeling upon her bed and had trapped a plump pair of feet between her knees they wiggled helplessly as she danced her nails on their soles and enjoyed the way the legs tried to kick free.
"Oh? Have you come to give up? Why just a second sweet thing. We're having some fun with the darling summoner. Just wait your turn, if you don't mind. Sister? How are things going up there dearie?"
Thórr had pinned the cloaked woman's arms above her head by kneeling on them and now had her stretched body helpless before her. She was driving the poor girl mad with quick strikes in her taut pits, in the baby fat of her belly, and even occasionally flicking a nail down her neck. She writhed beneath her in ticklish madness but Thórr simply sighed and cupped her cheeks to hold the woman's head still.
"Now, now Abi, we've warned you. Giggle all you want but wiggly girls get punished. Do I need to get the feather and let this cute little nose of yours have it again? Hmm? Or is Abbi going to be a good girl? Dear sister, it's so hard to talk to her when she's laughing so much. Do you think you could be a bit gentler with her feet?" The usually shy and cutesy composed summoner writhed like mad from the tickly sensations; especially her poor puppies and entire body which glowed a rosy cherry color.
"Me? Heavens no. These feet are simply a dream! Why who would have guessed the summoner would have such big soft feet that my nails were practically destined to tickle and tease for nights on end. Why it's practically a dream come true!"
Gaius sank to his knees at hearing the Summoner begging for mercy on her ticklish feet. He'd come here to save her and been all over looking for her but now here she was beneath two people he knew he had no chance of beating. When he floated off the ground and towards the bed he didn't even resist a part of him he'd been trying to suppress was excited to be back to back with Abi and tickled out of his mind.
"Hey Miss Tricky, do you mind if we get a friend of mine in on this," he asked as Loki welcomed her helpless toy into the bed, helping to get him comfortable.
"Why of course darling, the more the merrier."
Back in Mirabilis' room, a certain blonde-haired Ljoaslf sneezed in her sleep. Unaware that her dreams of a personal tickle toy had just come true.
