Lake Superior
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Ogma walked in silence, his head low as he refused to look at anything but the sight of his own bare size 12 as he was marched down the hallway. The soldiers flanking him shoved him whenever he slowed down but beyond that left the buff mercenary unmolested. He'd been a captive here in Muspel for several days and had spent every one of them fighting. Originally, he'd set out as a part of a team with the intent of rescuing Prince Marth, Princess Caeda, and others who'd been captured, but they had been betrayed.
Since his capture, Ogma still spent most of his time fighting in Muspel's arena against monsters, mercenaries, and even former friends; all for the amusement of the crowd. He still remembered his humiliation the day before at the hands of Prince Marth and the mage Merric. Taking them on one at a time had been easy enough, but once Merric had knocked him down it was over. He and the soft-faced prince of Altea had descended upon the mercenary captain and hadn't let him up until he'd surrendered. He still remembered the two giggly devils using their teeth on every single wrinkle on his soles.
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Today for the first time, his opponent was already in the pit waiting for him. He raised a blonde eyebrow at the sight of a woman in a wedding dress standing in the loose sand awaiting him. He climbed down gingerly and tried to get a look at her face to see if he recognized her. His first thought had been that they wanted him to fight Princess Caeda, which he would refuse. However, a glimpse of long raven hair put that theory to bed. He tried to get closer but his opponent continued to turn away from him. Finally, he saw an Adam's apple for a split second just as the dress fell away and the brunette tackled him to the ground.
Their quick fingers danced across his pectorals before the blonde grabbed at the hands and found quite a few muscles in the wrists. He pulled them away and trapped them by the wrists under one arm to hold his opponent still. Despite that though, he began feeling kicks to the small of his back that surprised him with the flexibility they demonstrated. It clicked in his mind a second before he brushed the white frills and long hair aside to reveal who had just attempted to subdue him.
"Ahh, so they remembered they had you still, Navarre?"
The surly swordmaster clucked his tongue and pulled at Ogma's arms to get his hands free. He planted his bare feet in the small of the burly Talysian's back in an attempt at leverage after realizing his kicks were ineffectual.
"No talking, it will just make this longer."
"Hmmph, even as a brainwashed slave you’re the sa-AHahahame, whahat the?"
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While he'd been trying to subdue Navarre, Captain Ogma hadn't been paying attention. He failed to notice the swordsman had been slowly working his bare toes beneath Ogma's shirt. The swordsman had always been flexible but after activities like Surtr's bedroom Olympics, dance classes with Corrin, as well as just generally being run ragged by Marth and Merric, he was more gymnast than warrior at this point. He arced a leg up to skitter his toes higher along Ogma's muscular back and the blonde barked out a harsh laugh.
"You cheating bahahastard! Fihihght me fahahair!"
A flat "No" was all Navarre responded with as he got his leg up even higher and tickled Ogma down along his shoulder blade through his thin top. The taller man could feel Navarre's wrists still trying to wiggle themselves free as he did this, genuinely impressed at his "friend's" ability to multi-task once again. Even back during the War of Shadows and the following War of the Emblem, he'd always been inspired by Navarre. Whenever he had tried complimenting the man he had only ever been met with scorn. Still, on the field of battle, he'd been saved a number of times by the surly myrmidon, though not without Ogma paying him back several times.
Not once though had he ever gotten any polite responses from the moody man. The idea of that man who he'd never seen smile skittering his pretty toes up and down his shoulder was so ridiculous that...wait what the hell wad he thinking?! Pretty toes?! Ogma had never thought something like that before about Navarre. What was going on in his head...
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Ogma's self-searching was interrupted by Navarre running his big toe up and down the man's proud neck. Ogma couldn't choke back the giggles and felt Navarre's hands slip free of his grip for but a second. He tightened his grip and saw Navarre's fists loosen at the added pressure. An idea dawned on him and he lay a hard poke tight to the center of the man's palm.
"Ah! You bahastard...don't do tha-NOHOO!"
Ogma smirked as he began scribbling his rough nails along Navarre's palms and fingers while he had them helpless. The long-haired tickle fiend who had one foot on his neck started shaking with deep-voiced laughter in contrast to his sultry appearance. Ogma smirked and picked one of the swordsman's index finger to particularly bully. He pinched it back with his own fingers and started to scribble his thumbnail up and down it as the long-legged prisoner began letting out breathy threats.
"I'm gohohohnna kihihill you..."
"Aww, you've told me that so many times it's lost all meanING—Hahaha, oh you’re quick!"
While Ogma had been cheekily taunting Navarre he'd forgotten about the elegant size 12 upon his shoulder. The moment he'd turned his head those nimble toes were teasing behind his ear to great effect. He tried to shake it away, but that only let Navarre dig his foot in more and soon enough he'd let the man's hands slip out of his grasp. In seconds it was like a snake with fantastic hair was wrapping around him as the swordsman, still draped with veils and frills from the now ruined dress, was biting and nibbling the man's ear as he sank further and further to the ground.
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Up in the stands, the crowd cheered as the noble Ogma was finally brought down by the cream of the crop in their ticklish pit fighter league. Navarre was 19-1 down here (everybody lost to Marth and Merric so it was excusable) but had been anticipating a tickle fight against the man from his past, Ogma, for some time. He'd watched with great anticipation as Ogma had crossed Michalis' great soles on his lap and scratched and tickled them while the king howled and begged for mercy, never once breaking eye contact with Princess Caeda in the crowd. The woman had been personally put in charge of caring for the soft-footed princesses Muspel tended to capture several of, and she had brought them along to see if today was the day that Ogma broke.
The princess leaned forward in her seat to get a better look at how Navarre kept his opponent’s earlobe between his teeth. Today might be the day, she thought to herself. She'd love nothing more than to have her two bodyguards back by her side and wearing the same silly grins that she and Marth now sported. She leaned over the railing and let out a loud "LET'S GO NAVARRE!", much to the relief of Princess Fjorm whose toes she'd been fuzzily flossing since the match began. Navarre turned his gaze up at the outburst from the blue-haired pegasus knight but was immediately punished for it.
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Ogma wrapped his burly arms around the lithe body of the swordsman and pinned his arms to his sides. While Navarre kicked and cursed at Ogma with words that would make a young lady blush, the captain was getting his fingers through the ruffles the swordsman had over his waist until...
"So annoying! When I beat you I'm gonna have the princess let me use you as-AAHHH! NO! NAHAHAT THE BUHUHTT! GO TO HEHEHELL!!"
"Yeah, the butt Mr. Foulmouth. When I beat you, I think I'll wash your mouth out for talking like that in front of the Princess. That's what you get for wearing a dress into battle. Heck, you’re always in such thin clothes; what if the enemy ever got their fingers on this juicy rump of yours? Why they-HEHE-HEY DAMMIT!"
Ogma's teasing was cut short by Navarre's talented toes again. This time they were stroking up and down the sturdy calves of the hero until his base crumbled beneath him and he ended up in a heap again with Navarre atop him. The way the man's long hair framed his face as it hung down over his and Ogma's heads made the former swallow hard. He wished he'd kept that breath though as Navarre's fingers dug into his sides.
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Ogma grit his teeth and kicked his legs in the sand as his ribs and pectorals were squeezed and explored. Navarre tried to hide it, but from the corner of his eye Ogma could see a smile starting to sneak over the man's lips. He found his ability to resist these weakening tickles at the sight of it for some reason which let his opponent get comfy. Navarre drew his knees up until he was now kneeling upon his rival's hard abs. While that didn't exactly feel unpleasant to Ogma, he knew that wasn't the intention due to how he could now feel Navarre's toes poking his crotch.
He groaned at the feeling before descending back into giggles at the feeling of Navarre's finger skittering over his chest. The brunette was going so fast with those devilish fingers that Ogma couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hands to stop him without considerable effort. When he finally got one up, it was quickly slapped away with an aggressive "Tch" from the swordmaster.
"Dahahahmmit leheht meheehee up! Quihihit tihihickling my rihihibs you pehheherv!"
"Hmmph, no. I like you better when you're on the ground and begging me."
"Cohohocky bahahastard!"
"Weak fool. Quit begging, it's annoying. I can tell you love it."
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Navarre wiggled his toes along Ogma's shaft to punctuate that thought. Ogma tried to shake him off but had spent all the air in his lungs on deep laughter. He'd never remembered Navarre as this flexible but as he thought about it to try and distract himself, a memory surfaced in his head of the swordsman blushing and walking with the dancer Phina as she cheered about "showing him her craft" one time. Ogma recalled that the former bandit was even faster after that. He had just assumed the girl had taught him some footwork she'd learned from her dancing, but maybe she taught him some stretches as well how to get more flexible?
One more memory surfaced unbidden in his head of the Mercenary Caesar and the Myrmidon Radd both tied tight and laughing their heads off as Navarre sat above their bound forms. The mens’ shirts had been yanked up and the Swordmaster was skittering his pretty toes up and down their tight stomachs as he idly flipped the pages of a book. When Ogma had asked him what he was doing, the myrm had simply smirked and asked if he wanted to join them.
"Wild horses couldn't stop me."
Ogma shook his head and yelled as Navarre now smirked on top of him. He tried to get up and shove him off but a quick lick up his shoulder had the man back in a fit of giggles while Navarre licked his lips.
"Ha, you taste weak too."
"Dahahammit that nehehever hahahppened! What is gohohing ohohon?!"
While Ogma struggled under Navarre, Loki's staff glowed menacingly up in the stands. She did so enjoy watching a tickle fight, but it was always more fun to get involved. She was slowly using her magic to replace more of the man's memories to weaken him. The blonde stud was getting notably slower as she did it, but she didn't want to give Navarre too easy of a time.
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Oopsie, she'd gotten a bit distracted and let the damn fool of a man himself into a pickle with his pride. The longhair had leaned over Ogma to try and tickle the back of the man's neck. The second his tight stomach had brushed over his face though the merc had been like a beartrap. Ogma wrapped his arms around Navarre's waist and pressed his lips right above his navel. Navarre's eyes bulged and he began yelling indignantly at the attack.
"Rat bastard, let me OHNO! DOOON'T DAMMI-"
*pbbbbbt*
"GAHAHAH I'LL KIHIILL YOHOHU! GONNA RIHIHP YOU APAAHRT!"
Navarre thrashed about in Ogma's arms like an animal had him instead of simply having his abs nibbled on by a "friend" and Loki had to admit that she liked the sight. She clucked her tongue at herself though as she realized there would be plenty of time to watch that little dish giggle. They were all here to watch Ogma howl tonight. A wave of her hand had a memory in Ogma's mind of him walking in on a stern Jagen punishing the cavaliers of the Altean Military by letting their own steeds lick their soles, and that was enough to bring a pause in the man.
Navarre was quick to take advantage and bite Ogma's head in a way that got him released. The mercenary thought he would just lose his grip on his old rival but got a bit more than that. Instead, Navarre raised a leg over his head and put it over Ogma's shoulders. He used the leg to trap Ogma's arms behind his head and then used his own arms to keep them there. The result was Oggy struggling with the fact that he was now stuck and helpless as Navarre's other free foot wiggled its toes and slowly approached his helpless abs.
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In the stands, Caeda cheered as her sword teacher began dancing his "pretty" toes along the pectorals, abs, and ribs of her axe teacher while he howled. "GET HIS FEET NAVARRE!" She yelled while pounding her fists on the guardrail. This earned her a cocky flourish from the swordsman who instead started stroking his toes along Ogma's cock through his pants once more as the red-faced man groaned from both that and the new memory that Loki had just stuffed in his gourd.
This one had him walking in on Navarre bound with his hands behind his back and a gag between his teeth as Gordin and Ryan stroked and played with his feet. As the twin emerald archers teased his toes, the brunette looked at Ogma with fire in his eyes that so distracting that the troublemaking footsoldiers managed to tackle him, too. They put him right next to Navarre, and the pair of men spent that night with the lads pressing their smaller soles to theirs for footsies that got all four soldiers giggling their heads off.
Ogma could remember those troublemaking toes just as how he now felt Navarre's gliding up his hipbones to tease an ab before they slid back down to go back to some over-the-pants teasing. His cheeks burned bright red as he tried to shake Navarre off, meaty his toes curling at the sensation. Loki chuckled and popped another memory into his gorgeous, blonde head for good measure.
In it, he found himself in this exact same situation back in his pit fighting days against that fool Samto. However, that faker had been sloppy in his Navarre imitation as always and had left himself open. Ogma had simply squeezed his thighs until the idiot dissolved into a giggly mess and let him go. Through the magic-induced haze in Ogma's head, an idea arose. He tried to focus on it over the sensation of those pretty toes playing his penis like a flute. He grabbed a handful of Navarre's dark meat and squeezed, making the gruff man snort most unbecomingly. They made for quite the pair, one giving a footjob while the other squeezed his opponent’s rump like an unripe fruit before the whole crowd.
Finally, Navarre broke down in laughter just like in Ogma's fake memory and released him. This time, however, he wasn't letting the swordsman get away. He seized both of Navarre's ankles and shoved them to the ground until both the man's size 12 soles were upturned to face him. His opponent was quivering under him as he launched a series of tapping tickles up and down his perfect soles while the crowd went wild. As Navarre pounded his fists in the sand Ogma was doing his best to keep his tongue in his mouth, difficult considering the way his rival's soles wrinkled and toes flailed whenever he tapped them was driving him wild.
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Loki conceded that it was quite the sight, but the wrong stud was on top, so she was going to need to fix that. Before she could even prep another horny tickle dream for Ogma however Navarre beat her to it. He snagged Ogma by the ankle as well and tugged it towards him to pay back this embarrassment. Ogma tried to discourage him by wiggling the man's big toe back and forth but found that just made the snorting bandit try harder. He was very clearly aiming to pull Ogma's foot up to his face for something that the blonde was not looking forward to very much.
He saw Loki waving at him from the crowd and put two and two together on what was to come. He rolled over and headed it off by giving Navarre his foot. He smushed it right on the man's face but didn't expect the tongue-lashing he was paid back with. Navarre took him by the ankle and lapped his tongue from Ogma's rough heel to his sturdy toes as the mercenary let out a rough laugh.
"You hohohorny dahahastard! Lehehet my foohoot goooho!"
Ogma stuck his tongue out and stuffed it right between Navarre's big and index toe to a delightfully high yelp from the sword boy.
"Loohook at thahaht! You squeeheeal like a gir-EEH! AHAHHAH DAMN YOHOHU!"
Navarre had upped his game by giving Ogma's sole a hard bite. While the blonde laughed his head off, the swordsman sucked and nibbled at the skin he'd trapped between his teeth and left behind marks up and down the sole while the man writhed.
"Hmmph, now the princess can call you old hickie foot, you annoying-GAH! NOHOHOO!"
Ogma had cut off Navarre's childish gibes by pushing his fingers against the man's toes, pressing his lips to their now flexed stems, and letting out a wicked raspberry that had the man sobbing in laughter.
"Dihis-dihihssgusting! Stahahap!"
"Nohoo you stahahp! We need to sahahave the prihihncess you idiohoht!"
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"That's enough chatting boys; we're here for a show, not a soliloquy."
Loki snapped her fingers and both men were suddenly memory-holed into new falsehoods. Navarre dreamed of a time when Phina had snuck up on him in his sleeping bag. He'd had a long night of her sitting atop his legs and poking his feet to demonstrate techniques she thought would help him speed up. On the other hand, Ogma was now trapped in a fake memory of Michalis using him as a decoration in his throne room. The captured mercenary was hung upside down and bound so that he could do nothing as the tall redhead skittered his fingers along his trapped soles.
The two's eyes glazed over as they could practically feel their feet being played within those memories as they still subconsciously tortured the peds before them. Navarre's toes scrunched in desperation, Ogma's waved frantically as both men had their soles scribbled upon by the other’s fingers, Ogma with rough digits that teased out squeaks and snorts from Navarre, who’s calloused palms were driving Ogma up the wall with how unpredictable they made the man's stroking of his soles.
Loki smiled at the sight of both trapped with goofy expressions on their face before she was tackled to the ground. Her staff was ripped from her hands and thrown to the crowd (where a lucky Clarine eagerly grabbed it before sneaking off). She gasped as a pair of strong yet feminine hands started dancing their fingers along the undersides of her breasts. The tricky strategist chortled away as Caeda hissed in her ear.
"You're making it boring! Let them fight!"
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Navarre snapped from a dream of Marth and Merric playing magic tricks in his trousers first. He shook his head to dislodge all the falsehoods, memories, and learned traits as best he could before looking around with fresh eyes. He saw Ogma still gripping his head and wrestling with a dream of himself of Bord and Cord tickling his pecs with their teeth while Barst held him still. Navarre didn't hesitate for a second; he took Ogma's ankle in his arms and pulled it up until the man was on his hands and knees. While the blonde was finally remembering that he led that band of fighters in the first place, the Scarlet Swordsman struck.
The man's serpent tongue slipped out and began pecking, stroking, circling, and all other kinds of quick-footed movements all along Ogma's sole.
"WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! GEHEHT OOHOHFF OF MEEHEE YOU PEHEHRV!"
Ogma's cries were ignored as instead Navarre forced open the man's toes and began lapping up each of their stems individually while the blonde’s fists tightened pounded the sand.
"I*lick*...*slurp*like*smack*...*nibble*taste*smooch*"
Ogma couldn't even hear the words that Navarre had just said that had the man blushing so fiercely. Instead, he'd covered his ears to drown out his own maddened laughter and try to come up with a plan. Somehow, the thing that was still sneaking in and drowning out his own thoughts was the sound of wet smacking of Navarre's lips as he dined on his rival's dusky sole. Ogma started pulling at his own hair as he again felt Navarre's toes poking about at his trousers.
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The swordsman tightened his grip on the man's ankle as his fingers continued to dance along the drool-soaked sole. Oggy couldn't muster the energy to stop Navarre at all as his toes worked their way into the waistband of his trousers and started to pull them down. Navarre was pushing back each of Ogma's juicy toes and nibbling his way up their stems as he yanked the man's pants off with one foot and showed off his new flexibility.
The blonde tried to crawl his way towards the wall of the arena, now clad only in his boxers, but each inch he moved got Navarre interested in a fresh punishment for his sole. From gentle kisses to hard bites to a tongue-pushing so hard it felt like skin was coming away; it was too much. Ogma felt his eyes start to cross as he finally reached the wall and planted his hands on it.
"All that *smooch* effort- cootchie, cootchie-for what? *slurp*"
"F-ahahah! Fohohohr...FOR THIS!"
Ogma pressed his hands against the wall and pushed off. With the extra momentum, Navarre had no chance. Still, rather than release his grip on the man's ankle he rode it down. That way when Ogma ended up standing it was atop Navarre's face. The swordsman squirmed but wasn't exactly unhappy to be here...but that's why he was slow to react when Ogma took one of Navarre's legs and hooked between his own. The wandering blade had his legs twisted into a 4 against his will as Ogma fell back onto his rear.
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Navarre had to be very careful not to jerk around in this position or face his legs being twisted uncomfortably. What he was far more concerned about was the way it left one of his soles facing Ogma and him with no way to defend it. Ogma stroked a finger down the graceful arch and enjoyed how Navarre beat a fist in the sand at the sensations. The man covered his mouth with the other hand to hide his goofy expression and embarrassment from his rival. Ogma smirked at the sight as his finger started to get lost in Navarre's elegant toes and the other man began bucking. Finally, he gave a loving pinch to the ball of his foot that made Navarre's back arch and his most embarrassing laugh yet to break out.
*snnrk* Staahap! *snort* I'm gohohonna *snnrk* cuhuht you in hahahlf! NAHAT THE TOHOHOES! GEHEHET OFF!"
"Get off? You started this and now you’re here begging for mercy? Hmph, no way, I'm gonna make you beg Caeda to save these ticklish toes of yours."
"Ahaha I'm nahat behehegging! I'm tehehehlling you! Gahahwd I'm gohohonna kill you!"
Ogma shrugged and simply leaned forwards, he hooked Navarre's index toe between two fingers and dug his thumb right into the tip of his sole. The result was instant, Navarre let out a girlish squeal and began flopping like he was being electrocuted by the thumb simply scratching about on his sole. He stuck his fist in his mouth and used the other hand to show Ogma quite the rude gesture. That only earned his trapped toe stem a thumbing as well, which caused him to start pulling his hair as he bit his fist hard enough to leave a mark.
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Up in the stands, Caeda let out a cheer before taking Loki to the ground. The woman was trying to flee when the tomboy princess got her sandals off and bound her ankles together with the straps. She started scrabbling her nails along her meaty soles as the strategist begged for mercy. Meanwhile, Ogma looked up in the hopes that his princess was safe. He let out a yelp of surprise however as Navarre managed to flip their tangled bodies over and the pressure was put on the Hero's knees now instead. He broke the leg lock but ended up eating dirt as Navarre pounced on his back. The flustered brunette got his hands up under the man's arms and locked his fingers behind his head to trap him in a full nelson.
Ogma pulled helplessly at the hold as Navarre fell back with him and trapped him on his back. He panicked as he saw the swordsman's legs cross from behind him and trap his poor blonde boyhood between those nice soles he'd just been teasing.
"Now... you're gonna...beg" Navarre choked out as he struggled for breath and to keep his prey from breaking out of the hold. He sandwiched the blonde rod between them and felt Ogma shudder in his grip.
"Not..so..cocky now huh? Maybe if you ask real nice..."
Ogma tried to wrench himself free but every time he tried to flex his arms his opponent would respond by flexing his legs and the feeling of the head of his cock dragging along Navarre's soft soles would make him gasp.
"Hnnn...so..now you want me to b-beg huh? Wh-what if I say no still?"
"Hmmph, then I won't let you~"
"Let me-nnnahhh...y-you bas-bastard."
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Navarre buried his face in the crook of the man's neck and chewed his way up and down it. Ogma's knees trembled at the feeling but he held on. When the merc felt Navarre rubbing his erect cock along the small of his back, he grit his teeth and tried to endure it. When Navarre's adept toes started poking his trapped penis AGAIN he was on his last legs though.
Ogma could barely see straight from the many ways the kinky swordsman was working him while also locking him down in such a simple hold. He knew he was stronger than the lithe man, but all that strength meant nothing when his body was wracked by these feelings. He finally relented and let-wait!
Just as Ogma's cock was about to release a load, Navarre's feet clasped together with his cock between them. The man was exerting a shocking amount of pressure through his legs and was stopping Ogma from being able to release his pent-up load.
"D-damn you let go!"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Dammit, please Navarre!"
"Die."
Navarre released the hold on Ogma's neck but not his legs. The blonde didn't have the strength to try and pull Navarre off of him so was forced to simply sit there on the shorter man's lap with his hands on the ground. Navarre's cock was brushing needily along Ogma's asscheek as the man squirmed and gasped while trying to slide out the teensiest bit of ejaculate from his penis.
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With a put-upon sigh, the swordsman spider-tickled his fingers along the pit fighter's ass-cheeks until he had the red-faced man's attention. He looked back at Navarre on the ground in a pool of his long black hair with his arms crossed poutingly.
"Give up?" He asked Ogma as the man trembled.
"G-go fu-fuck yourself."
"Nuh-uh. That's what you're for now."
He clapped Ogma on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The impact made the man stand on his slightly and Navarre was quick. Still keeping his penis trapped between his soles the swordmaster crawled between Ogma's legs on his hands and knees. He put his chin in his hands and adopted a bratty pose at finally finding her.
"Aww look she's watching. Well? Do you give up? Wanna let it all out, Mr. Big Arms?"
"Y-yes..."
"Hmm? Bit louder, please."
Navarre started idly kicking his feet back and forth above his head in a pose of boredom but in reality was, again, footjobbing Ogma's brains right out his ears.
"Y-YES! I GIVE! LET GO!"
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Navarre looked up to see Princess Caeda giving the Thumbs Up. He sulked a bit before sloooowly releasing the pressure on Ogma's genitals and letting the man release a stream of hot cum. He winced as it squirted onto his bare back but wouldn't let anybody know how much he liked the feeling. Caeda cheered in the stands as Navarre smirked at his victory, letting out a yelp as Ogma jumped upon his back and wrapped his arms around the lithe man's chest.
Navarre's long legs kicked as Ogma rolled him over onto his back and his rough fingers started dancing along the man's tight stomach and ribs. Navarre shook his head side to side at the sensation as his cock twitched and jumped from the feelings he loved and his body spasmed.
"Well, if I'm gonna stay here with you and the Princess then we better make sure we agree. I'm not gonna be a jerk about it like you were, but I wanna see some white here, handsome."
"P-pe-perv! Gehehett ahahaff me!"
"You jerked me off with your feet and I'M the perv?"
"Gehehet ahahaff! DAHAHAMMIT I'LL KIHIHLL YOHU! STAHAHAHP!"
Ogma pulled Navarre tighter after his fingers found a particularly sweet spot in the man's ribs that had that delightful snort from earlier rearing its head. He'd never tell him but between the man's long legs, beautiful hair, statuesque arches, and tight abs, it was that snort that was driving the blonde wild. His bad personality was cute in its own kind of way as well, not that he'd ever tell the man.
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Navarre went limp in Ogma's arms at the tickles but the taller of the two could still watch his friend's cock bounce in response to the tweaking of his ribs. If Ogma's ears had been better, he could have heard the temperamental warrior he was teasing to bits grinding his teeth as those first few drops of pre-cum started to leak out of his organ. When Ogma pushed his head through the forest of black hair and planted a little kiss on the base of the man's neck, that was it.
Navarre came just as hard as Ogma had if not harder. His semen sprayed his chest so that now he had cum on his front and back, which is something that Ogma would never let him live down had they been in a normal situation. When Ogma let him go, Navarre quickly collapsed in a heap which made Ogma chuckle. He kept laughing as a blue blur swept him off his feet and back into the dirt. Caeda's fingers danced along the exhausted Ogma's chest as he wriggled beneath her and as Navarre brushed his hair over his face to hide his smile. The sneaky swordsman reached out and gave his liege's bare sole a poke as well making her giggle along as well, while Ogma caught Navarre's other arm and began stroking inside his pit.
The three laughed their heads off in a happy pile with the de-feeted Ogma until a burst of smoke overtook the arena. A bedraggled Loki strode her way through the smoke, carrying one broken sandal in her hands and doing her best to keep her chest in her destroyed top with the other. She tried to affect an air of haughtiness, but she still wasn’t over the sensation of Caeda's teeth and nails on her skin earlier.
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There was no denying that the next part would be about vengeance. So when she raised her hands and the smoke cleared, it did her heart good to see Caeda trapped in stocks with her feet before her and both her protectors on either side of her. Both men were of course in stocks as well, but Loki had been a bit crueler to them. Ogma and Navarre both had ballgags forced between their lips and blindfolds obscuring their eyes. The men struggled and "Mmmph'd" in their bonds as Caeda looked worriedly from each other before back to Loki.
"Oh, don't worry sweetie. Since those two had such a blast and all, we're just going to have another little tickle match. You aren’t the only one who's been dying for Oggy there to lighten up."
The portcullis into the arena lifted allowing Merric and Prince Marth to walk in. The two had their eyes set on the be-stocked trio and were eagerly pulling the leash of a tall redheaded man to get him to follow them. Michalis sighed as his long hair was adorned with a variety of feathers, forks, and brushes that hung from the gorgeous locks. Caeda scrunched her toes as the trio knelt before her and her helpless bodyguard's defenseless feet.
"Now remember, just say you give up if want it to stop," Loki said as she magicked a ball-gag between Caeda's teeth. "Don't forget to speak clearly!"
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
Ogma walked in silence, his head low and refusing to look at anything but the sight of his own bare size 12 as he walked down the hallway. The soldiers flanking the mercenary shoved him whenever he slowed down but beyond that left him unmolested. He'd been a captive here in Muspel for several days and had spent each of them fighting. He'd set out as a part of a team with the intent of rescuing Prince, Marth, Princess Caeda, and others who'd been captured but they'd been betrayed.
Since his capture, he'd spent most of his time fighting in Muspel's arena against monsters, mercenaries, and even former friends all for the amusement of the crowd. He still remembered his humiliation the day before at the hands of Prince Marth and the mage Merric. One at a time they had been easy enough but once Merric had knocked him down it was over. He and the soft-faced prince of Altea had descended on the mercenary captain and hadn't let him up till he'd surrendered. He still remembered the two giggly devils using their teeth on every single wrinkle on his soles.
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Today for the first time his opponent was already in the pit waiting for him. He raised a blonde eyebrow at the sight of a woman in a wedding dress standing in the loose sand awaiting him. He climbed down gingerly and tried to get a look at her face to see if he could recognize her. His first thought had been that they wanted him to fight Princess Caeda which he would refuse. However, a glimpse of long raven hair put that theory to bed. He tried to get closer but his opponent continued to turn away from him. Finally, he saw an adam's apple for a split second just as the dress fell away and the brunette tackled him to the ground.
Quick fingers danced across his pectorals the blonde grabbed at the hands and found quite a few muscles in the wrists. He pulled them away and trapped them by the wrists under on arm to hold his opponent still. Despite that though he can begin feeling kicks to the small of his back that surprised him with the flexibility they demonstrated. It clicked in his mind a second before he brushed aside the white frills and long hair to reveal who had just attempted to subdue him.
"Ahh, so they remembered they had you still, Navarre?"
The surly swordmaster clucked his tongue and pulled at Ogma's arms in an attempt to get his hands free. He planted his bare feet in the small of the burly Talysian's back in an attempt at leverage after realizing his kicks were ineffectual.
"No talking, it will just make this longer."
"Hmmph, even as a brainwashed slave your the sa-AHahahame, whaht the?"
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While he'd been trying to subdue Navarre, Captain Ogma hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't noticed the swordsman had been slowly working his bare toes beneath Ogma's shirt. The swordsman had always been flexible but with things like Surtr's bedroom Olympics, dance classes with Corrin as well as just generally being run ragged by Marth and Merric he was more gymnast than warrior at this point. He arced a leg up to skitter his toes higher along Ogma's muscular back and the blonde barked out a harsh laugh.
"You cheating bahahastard! Fihihght me fahahair!"
A flat "No" was all Navarre responded with as he got his leg even higher up start tickling Ogma down along his shoulder blade through his thin top. The taller man could feel Navarre's wrists still trying to wiggle themselves free as he did this and was impressed at his "friend's" ability to multi-task once again. Even back during the War of Shadows and the following War of the Emblem, he'd always been impressed by Navarre. He'd tried complimenting the man but had only ever been met with scorn. Still, on the field of battle, he'd been saved a number of times by the surly myrmidon though with him paying him back several times.
Not once though had he ever gotten any polite responses from the moody man. The idea of that man who he'd never seen smile skittering his pretty toes up and down his shoulder was so ridiculous that...wait what the hell wad he thinking?! Pretty toes?! Ogma had never thought something like that before about Navarre. What was going on in his head...
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Ogma's self-searching was interrupted by Navarre running his big toe up and down the man's proud neck. Ogma couldn't choke back the giggles and felt Navarre's hands slip free of his grip for but a second. He tightened his grip and saw Navarre's fists loosen at the added pressure. An idea dawned on him and he lay a hard poke tight to the center of the man's palm.
"Ah! You bahastard...don't do tha-NOHOO!"
Ogma smirked as he began scribbling his rough nails along Navarre's palms and fingers while he had them helpless. The long-haired tickle fiend who had one foot on his neck started shaking with deep-voiced laughter in contrast to his sultry appearance. Ogma smirked and picked one of the swordsman's index finger to particularly bully. He pinched it back with his own fingers and started to scrabble his thumbnail up and down it as the long-legged prisoner began letting out breathy threats.
"I'm gohohohnna kihihill you..."
"Aww, you've told me that so many times it's lost all meanING-Hahaha, oh your quick!"
While Ogma had been cheekily taunting Navarre he'd forgotten about the elegant size 12 upon his shoulder. The second he'd turned his head those nimble toes were teasing behind his ear to great effect. He tried to shake it away but that only let Navarre get his foot in more and soon enough he'd let the man's hands slip out of his grasp. In seconds it was like a snake with fantastic hair was wrapping around him as the swordsman still dripping with veils and frills from the ruined dress was biting and nibbling the man's ear as he sank further and further to the ground.
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Up in the stands, the crowd cheered as finally the noble Ogma was brought down by the cream of the crop in their ticklish pit fighter league. Navarre was 19-1 down here( Everybody lost to Marth and Merric so it was excusable) but had been anticipating a tickle fight against the man from his past, Ogma for some time. He'd watched with great as Ogma had crossed Michalis' great soles on his lap and scratched and tickled them while the king howled and begged for mercy, never once breaking eye contact with Princess Caeda in the crowd. The woman had been personally put in charge of caring for the soft-footed princesses Muspel tended to capture several of and had brought them along to watch and see if this was the day that Ogma broke.
She leaned forward in her seat to get a better look at how Navarre kept his opponents earlobe between his teeth. Maybe it would she thought to herself, She'd love nothing more than to have her two bodyguards back by her side and wearing the same silly grins that she and Marth now sported. She leaned over the railing and let out a loud "LET'S GO NAVARRE!" much to the relief of Princess Fjorm whose toes she'd been fuzzily flossing since the match began. Navarre looked up at the outburst from the blue-haired pegasus knight but was punished for it.
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Ogma wrapped his burly arms around the lithe body of the swordsman and pinned his arms to his sides. While Navarre kicked and cursed at Ogma with words that would make a young lady blush, the captain was getting his fingers through the ruffles the swordsman had over his waist until...
"So annoying! When I beat you I'm gonna have the princess let me use you as-AAHHH! NO! NAHAHAT THE BUHUHTT! GO TO HEHEHELL!!"
"Yeah, the butt Mr. Foulmouth. When I beat you I think I'll wash your mouth out for talking like that in front of the Princess. That's what you get for wearing a dress into battle, heck your always in such thin clothes that what if the enemy ever got their fingers on this juicy rump of yours? Why they-HEHE-HEY DAMMIT!"
Ogma's teasing was cut short by Navarre's talented toes again. This time they were stroking up and down the sturdy calves of the hero until his base crumbled beneath him and he ended up in a heap again with Navarre atop him. The way the man's long hair framed his face as it hung down over his and Ogma's heads made the former swallow hard. He wished he'd kept that breath though as Navarre's fingers dug into his sides.
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Ogma grit his teeth and kicked his legs in the sand as his ribs and pectorals were squeezed and explored. Navarre tried to hide it but from the corner of his eye, Ogma could see a smile starting to sneak over the man's lips. He found his ability to resist the tickling weakening at the sight of it for some reason which let his opponent get comfy. Navarre drew his knees up until he was now kneeling upon his rival's hard abs. While that didn't exactly feel unpleasant to Ogma he knew that wasn't the intention due to how he could now feel Navarre's toes poking the crotch of his pants.
He groaned at the feeling before dissolving back into giggles at the feeling of Navarre's finger skittering over his chest. The brunette was going so fast with those devilish fingers that Ogma couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hands to stop him without considerable effort. When he finally got one up it was quickly slapped away with an aggressive "Tch" from the Swordmaster.
"Dahahahmmit leheht meheehee up! Quihihit tihihickling my rihihibs you pehheherv!"
"Hmmph, no. I like you better when you're on the ground and begging me."
"Cohohocky bahahastard!"
"Weak fool. Quit begging, it's annoying. I can tell you love it."
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Navarre wiggled his toes along Ogma's shaft to punctuate that thought. Ogma tried to shake him off but had spent all th air in his lungs on deep laughter. He'd never remembered Navarre as this flexible but as he thought about it to try and distract himself a memory surfaces in his head of the swordsman walking off blushing with the dancer, Phina as she cheered about "showing him her craft" one time. Ogma remembered that after that the former bandit was even faster. He'd just assumed the girl had taught him some footwork she'd learned from her dancing but maybe she taught him some stretches as well to get more flexible?
One more memory surfaced unbidden in his head of the Mercenary, Caesar and the Myrmidon, Radd both tied tight and laughing their heads off as Navarre sat above their bound forms. The boy's shirts had been yanked up and the Myrmidon was skittering his pretty toes up and down their tight stomachs as he idly flipped the pages of a book. When Ogma had asked him what he was doing the myrm had smirked and asked if he wanted to join them.
"Wild horses couldn't stop me."
Ogma shook his head and yelled as Navarre smirked on top of him. He tried to get up and shove him off but a quick lick up his shoulder had the man back in a fit of giggles while Navarre licked his lips.
"Ha, you taste weak too."
"Dahahammit that nehehever hahahppened! What is gohohing ohohn?!"
Ogma struggled under Navarre as up in the stands, Loki's staff glowed menacingly. She did so enjoy watching a tickle fight but it was always more fun to get involved. She was slowly using her magic to replace more of the man's memories to weaken him. The blonde stud was getting notably slower as she did it but she didn't want to give Navarre too easy of a time.
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Oopsie, she'd gotten a bit distracted and let the damn fool of a man himself into a pickle with his pride. The longhair had leaned over Ogma to try and tickle the back of the man's neck. The second his tight stomach had brushed over his face though the merc had been like a beartrap. Ogma wrapped his arms around Navarre's waist and pressed his lips right above his navel. Navarre's eyes had bulged and he'd yelled indignantly at the attack.
"Rat bastard, let me OHNO! DOOON'T DAMMI-"
*pbbbbbt*
"GAHAHAH I'LL KIHIILL YOHOHU! GONNA RIHIHP YOU APAAHRT!"
Navarre thrashed about in Ogma's arms like an animal had him instead of simply having his abs nibbled on by a "friend" and Loki had to admit that she liked the sight. She clucked her tongue at herself though as she realized there would be plenty of time to watch that little dish giggle. They were all here to watch Ogma howl tonight. A wave of her hand had a memory in Ogma's mind of him walking in on a stern Jagen punishing the cavaliers of the Altean Military by letting their own steeds lick their soles and that was enough to bring a pause in the man.
Navarre was quick to take advantage and actually bit Ogma's head in a way that got him released. The mercenary thought he would just lose his grip on his old rival but got a bit more than that. Instead, Navarre raised a leg over his head and put it over Ogma's shoulders. He used the leg to trap Ogma's arms behind his head and then used his own arms to keep them there. The result was Oggy struggling with the fact that he was now stuck and helpless as Navarre's other free foot wiggled its toes and slowly approached his helpless abs.
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In the stands, Caeda cheered as her swords teacher began dancing his "pretty" toes along the pectorals, abs, and ribs of her ax teacher while he howled. "GET HIS FEET NAVARRE!" She yelled while pounding her fists on the guardrail. This earned her a cocky flourish from the swordsman who instead started stroking his toes along Ogma's cock through his pants once more as the red-faced man groaned from both that and the new memory that Loki had just stuffed in his gourd.
This one had him walking in on Navarre tied tight with his hands behind his back and a gag between his teeth as Gordin and Ryan stroked and played with his feet. The twin emerald archers teased his toes. He'd looked at Ogma with fire in his eyes that had been distracting enough for the troublemaking footsoldiers to tackle him down and put him right next to Navarre. The two had both spent the night with the lads pressing their soles to theirs for footsies while all four giggled their heads off.
Ogma could remember those troublemaking toes just as how he now felt Navarre's gliding up his hipbones to tease an ab before they slid back down to go back to some over the pants teasing. His cheeks were bright red as he tried to shake Navarre off while his toes curled at the sensation. Loki chuckled and popped another memory in his gorgeous blonde head for good measure.
In it, he'd found himself in this exact same situation back in his pit fighting days against that fool Samto. However, that faker had been sloppy in his Navarre imitation as always and had left himself open. Ogma had simply squeezed his thighs until the idiot had been s giggly mess and let him go. Through the magically induced haze in Ogma's head, an idea arose. He tried to focus on it over the sensation of pretty toes playing his penis like a flute. He grabbed a handful of Navarre's dark meat and squeezed making the gruff man snort most unbecomingly. They made for quite the pair one giving the other footsies while the other squeezed his rump like it was unripened all before a crowd.
Finally, Navarre broke down in laughter just like in Ogma's fake memory and released him. This time however he wasn't letting the swordsman get away, he took both of Navarre's ankles and shoved them to the ground until both the man's size 12 soles were upturned to face him. His opponent was quivering under him as he launched a series of tapping tickles up and down his perfect soles while the crowd went wild. While Navarre pounded his fists in the sand Ogma was doing his best to keep his tongue in his mouth, the way his rival's soles would wrinkle as his toes flailed whenever he tapped them was driving him wild.
---
Loki agreed that it was quite the sight but the wrong stud was on top so she was going to need to fix that. Before she could even prep another horny tickle dream for Ogma however Navarre beat her to it. He snagged Ogma by the ankle and tried to pull the man's ankle to him to pay back the embarrassment. Ogma tried to discourage him by wiggling the man's big toe back and forth but found that just made the snorting bandit try harder. He was very clearly trying to pull Ogma's foot up to his face for something that the blonde was not looking forward to very much.
He saw Loki waving at him from the crowd and put two and two together on what was to come. He rolled over and headed it off by giving Navarre his foot. He smushed it right on the man's face but didn't expect the tongue-lashing he was paid back with. Navarre took him by the ankle and lapped his tongue from Ogma's rough heel to his sturdy toes as the mercenary let out a rough laugh.
"You hohohorny dahahastard! Lehehet my foohoot goooho!"
Ogma stuck his tongue out and stuffed it right between Navarre's big and index toe to a delightfully high yelp from the sword boy.
"Loohook at thahaht! You squeeheeal like a gir-EEH! AHAHHAH DAMN YOHOHU!"
Navarre had upped his game by giving Ogma's sole a hard bite. While the blonde laughed his head off he sucked and nibbled at the skin he'd trapped between his teeth and left behind marks up and down the sole while the man writhed.
"Hmmph, now the princess can call you old hickie foot you annoying-GAH! NOHOHOO!"
Ogma had cut off Navarre's childish taunts by pressing his fingers and pulling back the man's toes, pressing his lips to their stems and letting out a wicked raspberry that had the man sobbing in laughter.
"Dihis-dihihssgusting! Stahahap!"
"Nohoo you stahahp! We need to sahahave the prihihncess you idiohoht!"
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"That's enough chatting boys, we're here so a show, not a soliloquy."
Loki snapped her fingers and both men suddenly were memory-holed into new falsehoods. Navarre dreamed of a time when Phina had snuck up on him in his sleeping bag. He'd had a long night of her sitting atop his legs and poking his feet to demonstrate techniques she thought could help him speed up. On the other hand, Ogma was now trapped in a false memory of Michalis capturing him to use as a decoration in his throne room. The mercenary was hung upside down and bound so that he could do nothing as the tall redhead skittered his fingers along his trapped soles.
The two's eyes glazed as they could practically feel their feet being played within those memories as they still subconsciously tortured the peds before them. Navarre's toes scrunched in desperation, Ogma's waved frantically as both men had their soles scribbled upon by the others fingers. Ogma with rough fingers that teased out squeaks and snorts from Navarre who had callouses in his palms that were driving Ogma up the wall with how unpredictable they made the man's stroking of his soles.
Loki smiled at the sight of both trapped with goofy expressions on their face before she was tackled to the ground. Her staff was ripped from her hands and thrown to the crowd (Where a lucky Clarine eagerly grabbed it before sneaking off) she gasped as a pair of strong yet still, quite feminine hands started dancing fingers along the undersides of her breasts. The tricky strategist chortled away as Caeda hissed in her ear.
"You're making it boring! Let them fight!"
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Navarre snapped from a dream of Marth and Merric playing magic tricks in his trousers first. He shook his head to dislodge all the falsehoods, memories, and learned traits as best he could before looking around with fresh eyes. He saw Ogma still gripping his head and wrestling with a dream of himself of Bord and Cord tickling his pecs with their teeth while Barst held him still. Navarre didn't hesitate for a second, he took Ogma's ankle in his arms and pulled it up until the man was on his hands and knees. While the blonde was just remembering that he led that band of mercenaries the Scarlet Swordsman struck.
The man's serpent tongue slipped out and began pecking, stroking, circling, and all other kinds of quick-footed movements all along Ogma's sole.
"WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! GEHEHT OOHOHFF OF MEEHEE YOU PEHEHRV!"
Ogma's cries were ignored as instead Navarre forced open the man's toes and began lapping up each of their stems individually while his fists tightened and he pounded them in the sand.
"I*lick*...*slurp*like*smack*...*nibble*taste*smooch*"
Ogma couldn't even hear the words that Navarre had just said that had the man blushing so fiercely. Instead, he'd covered his ears to try and drown out his own maddened laughter and try to come up with a plan. Somehow the thing that was still sneaking in and drowning out the sound of his own thoughts was the wet smacking of Navarre's lips as he dined on his old rival's dusky sole. Ogma started pulling at his own hair as he again felt Navarre's toes poking about at his trousers.
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The swordsman tightened his grip on the man's ankle as his fingers continued to dance along the drool-soaked sole. He couldn't muster the energy to stop Navarre at all as his toes worked their way into the waistband of his trousers and started to pull them down. Navarre was pushing back each of Ogma's toes and nibbling his way up their stems as he pulled the man's pants off with one foot and showed off his surprising new flexibility.
The blonde tried to crawl his way towards the wall of the arena, now clad only in his boxers but each inch he moved got Navarre interested in a fresh punishment for his sole. From gentle kisses to hard bites to a tongue pushing so hard he felt some skin was coming away it was too much. Ogma felt his eyes start to cross as he finally reached the wall and planted his hands on it.
"All that *smooch* effort- cootchie, cootchie-for what? *slurp*"
"F-ahahah! Fohohohr...FOR THIS!"
Ogma pressed his hands against the wall and pushed off. With the extra momentum, Navarre had no chance, still, rather than release his grip on the man's ankle he rode it down. That way when Ogma ended up standing it was atop Navarre's face. The swordsman squirmed but wasn't exactly unhappy to be here...that's why he was so slow when Ogma took one of Navarre's legs and hooked between his own. The wandering blade had his legs twisted into a 4 against his will as Ogma fell back onto his rear.
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Navarre had to be very careful not to jerk around in this position or face his legs being twisted uncomfortably. What he was far more concerned about was the way it left one of his soles facing Ogma and him with no way to defend it. Ogma stroked a finger down the graceful arch and enjoyed how Navarre beat a fist in the sand at the sensations. The man covered his mouth with the other hand to hide his goofy expression and embarrassment from his rival. Ogma smirked at the sight as his finger started to get lost in Navarre's elegant toes and the other man began bucking. Finally, he gave a loving pinch to the ball of his foot that made Navarre's back arch and his most embarrassing laugh yet to break out.
*snnrk* Staahap! *snort* I'm gohohonna *snnrk* cuhuht you in hahahlf! NAHAT THE TOHOHOES! GEHEHET OFF!"
"Get off? You started this and now your here begging for mercy. Hmph, no way I'm gonna make you beg Caeda to save these ticklish toes of yours."
"Ahaha I'm nahat behehegging! I'm tehehehlling you! Gahahwd I'm gohohonna kill you!"
Ogma shrugged and simply leaned forwards, he hooked Navarre's index toe between two fingers and dug his thumb right into the tip of his sole. The result was instant, Navarre let out a girlish squeal and began flopping like he was being electrocuted by the thumb simply scratching about on his sole. He stuck his fist in his mouth and used the other hand to show Ogma quite the rude gesture. That only earner his trapped toe stem and thumbing as well which caused him to start pulling his hair as he bit his fist hard enough to leave a mark.
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Up in the stands, Caeda let out a cheer before taking Loki to the ground. The woman was trying to flee when the tomboy princess got her sandals off and bound her ankles together with the straps. She started scrabbling her nails along her meaty soles as the strategist begged for mercy. Meanwhile, Ogma looked up and hoped his princess was safe. He let out a yelp of surprise however as Navarre managed to flip their tangled bodies over and the pressure was put on the Hero's knees now instead. He broke the leg lock but ended up eating dirt as Navarre pounced on his back. The flustered brunette got his hands up under the man's arms and locked his fingers behind his head to trap him in a full nelson.
Ogma pulled helplessly at the hold as Navarre fell back with him and trapped him on his back. He panicked as he saw the swordsman's legs cross from behind him and trap his poor blonde boyhood between those nice soles he'd just been teasing.
"Now... you're gonna...beg" Navarre choked out as he struggled for breath and to keep his prey from breaking out of the hold. He sandwiched the blonde rod between them and felt Ogma shudder in his grip.
"Not..so..cocky now huh? Maybe if you ask real nice..."
Ogma tried to wrench himself free but every time he tried to flex his arms his opponent would respond by flexing his legs and the feeling of the head of his cock dragging along Navarre's soft soles would make him gasp.
"Hnnn...so..now you want me to b-beg huh? Wh-what if I say no still?"
"Hmmph, then I won't let you~"
"Let me-nnnahhh...y-you bas-bastard."
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Navarre buried his face in the crook of the man's neck and chewed his way up and down it. Ogma's knees trembled at the feeling but he held on. When Navarre rubbing his erect cock along the small of the man's back he grit his teeth and tried to endure it. When Navarre's adept toes started poking his trapped penis AGAIN he was on his last legs though.
Ogma could barely see straight from the many ways the kinky swordsman was working him while also holding him in such a simple hold. He knew he was stronger than the man but all that strength meant nothing when his body was wracked by these feelings. He finally relented and let-wait!
Just as Ogma's cock was about to release a load, Navarre's feet clasped together with his cock between them. The man was exerting a shocking amount of pressure through his legs and was stopping Ogma from being able to release his pent-up load.
"D-damn you let go!"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Dammit, please Navarre!"
"Die."
Navarre released the hold on Ogma's neck but not his legs. The blonde didn't have the strength to try and pull Navarre off of him so was forced to simply sit there on the shorter man's lap with his hands on the ground. Navarre's cock was brushing needily along Ogma's asscheek as the man squirmed and gasped while trying to slide out the teensiest bit of ejaculate from his penis.
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With a put-upon sigh, the swordsman spider-tickled his fingers along the pit fighter's ass-cheeks until he had the red-faced man's attention. He looked back at Navarre on the ground in a pool of his long black hair with his arms crossed poutily.
"Give up?" He asked Ogma as the man trembled.
"G-go fu-fuck yourself."
"Nuh-uh. That's what you're for now."
He clapped Ogma on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The impact made the man stand on his slightly and Navarre was quick. Still keeping his penis trapped between his soles the swordmaster crawled between Ogma's legs on his hands and knees. He put his chin in his hands and adopted a bratty pose at finally finding her.
"Aww look she's watching. Well? Do you give up? Wanna let it all out, Mr. Big Arms?"
"Y-yes..."
"Hmm? Bit louder, please."
Navarre started idly kicking his feet back and forth above his head in a pose of boredom but in reality, was again foot jobbing Ogma's brains right out his ears.
"Y-YES! I GIVE! LET GO!"
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Navarre looked up to see Princess Caeda giving the Thumbs Up. He pouted before sloooowly releasing the pressure on Ogma's genitals and letting the man release hot ejaculate. He winced as it squirted onto his bare back but wouldn't let anybody know how much he liked the feeling. Caeda cheered in the stands as Navarre smirked at his victory before letting out a yelp as Ogma jumped upon his back and wrapped his arms around the lithe man's chest.
Navarre's long legs kicked as Ogma rolled him over onto his back and his rough fingers started dancing along the man's tight stomach and ribs. Navarre shook his head side to side at the sensation as his cock twitched and jumped from the feelings he loved and his body spasmed.
"Well if I'm gonna stay here with you and the Princess then we better make sure we agree. I'm not gonna be a jerk about it like you were but I wanna see some white here handsome."
"P-pe-perv! Gehehett ahahaff me!"
"You jerked me off with your feet and I'm the perv?"
"Gehehet ahahaff! DAHAHAMMIT I'LL KIHIHLL YOHU! STAHAHAHP!"
Ogma pulled Navarre tighter after his fingers found a particularly sweet spot in the man's ribs that had that delightful snort from earlier showing it's head. He'd never tell him but between the man's long legs, beautiful hair, statuesque arches, and tight abs that snort was what was driving the blonde wild. His bad personality was cute in its own kind of way as well, not that he'd ever tell the man.
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Navarre went limp in Ogma's arms at the tickles but the taller of the two could still watch his friend's cock bounce in response to the tweaking of his ribs. If Ogma's ears had been better he could have heard the temperamental warrior he was teasing to bits grinding his teeth as those first few drops of pre-cum started to come out of his organ. When Ogma pushed his head through the forest of black hair and planted a little kiss on the base of the man's neck that was it.
Navarre came just as hard as Ogma had if not harder. His semen sprayed his chest so that now he had cum on his front and back which is something that Ogma would never let him live down had they been in a normal situation. When Ogma let him go Navarre quickly crumbled into a heap which made Ogma laugh. He kept laughing as a blue blur took him off his feet and back into the dirt. Caeda's fingers danced along the exhausted Ogma's chest as he wriggled beneath her and as Navarre brushed his hair over his face to hide his smile. The sneaky swordsman reached out and gave his liege's bare sole a poke as well making her giggle along as well while Ogma caught Navarre's other arm and began stroking inside his pit.
The three laughed their heads off in a happy pile with the de-feeted Ogma until a burst of smoke overtook the arena. A bedraggled Loki strode her way through the smoke carrying one broken sandal in her hands and doing her best to keep her chest in her destroyed top with the other. She tried to affect an air of haughtiness but she couldn't get over the sensation of Caeda's teeth and nails on her skin earlier.
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There was no denying that the next part would be about vengeance. So when she raised her hands and the smoke cleared it did her heart good to see Caeda trapped in stocks with her feet before her and both her protectors on either side of her. Both men were of course also in stocks but Loki had been a bit crueler to them, Ogma and Navarre both had ballgags forced between their lips and blindfolds obscuring their eyes. The men struggled and "Mmmph'd" in their bonds as Caeda looked worriedly from each other before back to Loki.
"Oh don't worry sweetie. Since those two had such a blast and all we're just going to have another little tickle match. You see you not the only one who's been dying for Oggy there to lighten up."
The portcullis into the arena lifted allowing Merric and Prince Marth to walk in. The two had their eyes set on the be-stocked trio and were eagerly pulling the leash of a tall redheaded man to get him to follow them. Michalis sighed as his long hair was adorned with a variety of feathers, forks, and brushes that hung from the gorgeous locks. Caeda scrunched her toes as the trio knelt before her and her helpless bodyguard's defenseless feet.
"Now remember just say you give up if want it to stop," Loki said as she magicked a ball-gag between Caeda's teeth. "Don't forget to speak clearly!"
Ogma walked in silence, his head low as he refused to look at anything but the sight of his own bare size 12 as he was marched down the hallway. The soldiers flanking him shoved him whenever he slowed down but beyond that left the buff mercenary unmolested. He'd been a captive here in Muspel for several days and had spent every one of them fighting. Originally, he'd set out as a part of a team with the intent of rescuing Prince Marth, Princess Caeda, and others who'd been captured, but they had been betrayed.
Since his capture, Ogma still spent most of his time fighting in Muspel's arena against monsters, mercenaries, and even former friends; all for the amusement of the crowd. He still remembered his humiliation the day before at the hands of Prince Marth and the mage Merric. Taking them on one at a time had been easy enough, but once Merric had knocked him down it was over. He and the soft-faced prince of Altea had descended upon the mercenary captain and hadn't let him up until he'd surrendered. He still remembered the two giggly devils using their teeth on every single wrinkle on his soles.
---
Today for the first time, his opponent was already in the pit waiting for him. He raised a blonde eyebrow at the sight of a woman in a wedding dress standing in the loose sand awaiting him. He climbed down gingerly and tried to get a look at her face to see if he recognized her. His first thought had been that they wanted him to fight Princess Caeda, which he would refuse. However, a glimpse of long raven hair put that theory to bed. He tried to get closer but his opponent continued to turn away from him. Finally, he saw an Adam's apple for a split second just as the dress fell away and the brunette tackled him to the ground.
Their quick fingers danced across his pectorals before the blonde grabbed at the hands and found quite a few muscles in the wrists. He pulled them away and trapped them by the wrists under one arm to hold his opponent still. Despite that though, he began feeling kicks to the small of his back that surprised him with the flexibility they demonstrated. It clicked in his mind a second before he brushed the white frills and long hair aside to reveal who had just attempted to subdue him.
"Ahh, so they remembered they had you still, Navarre?"
The surly swordmaster clucked his tongue and pulled at Ogma's arms to get his hands free. He planted his bare feet in the small of the burly Talysian's back in an attempt at leverage after realizing his kicks were ineffectual.
"No talking, it will just make this longer."
"Hmmph, even as a brainwashed slave you’re the sa-AHahahame, whahat the?"
---
While he'd been trying to subdue Navarre, Captain Ogma hadn't been paying attention. He failed to notice the swordsman had been slowly working his bare toes beneath Ogma's shirt. The swordsman had always been flexible but after activities like Surtr's bedroom Olympics, dance classes with Corrin, as well as just generally being run ragged by Marth and Merric, he was more gymnast than warrior at this point. He arced a leg up to skitter his toes higher along Ogma's muscular back and the blonde barked out a harsh laugh.
"You cheating bahahastard! Fihihght me fahahair!"
A flat "No" was all Navarre responded with as he got his leg up even higher and tickled Ogma down along his shoulder blade through his thin top. The taller man could feel Navarre's wrists still trying to wiggle themselves free as he did this, genuinely impressed at his "friend's" ability to multi-task once again. Even back during the War of Shadows and the following War of the Emblem, he'd always been inspired by Navarre. Whenever he had tried complimenting the man he had only ever been met with scorn. Still, on the field of battle, he'd been saved a number of times by the surly myrmidon, though not without Ogma paying him back several times.
Not once though had he ever gotten any polite responses from the moody man. The idea of that man who he'd never seen smile skittering his pretty toes up and down his shoulder was so ridiculous that...wait what the hell wad he thinking?! Pretty toes?! Ogma had never thought something like that before about Navarre. What was going on in his head...
---
Ogma's self-searching was interrupted by Navarre running his big toe up and down the man's proud neck. Ogma couldn't choke back the giggles and felt Navarre's hands slip free of his grip for but a second. He tightened his grip and saw Navarre's fists loosen at the added pressure. An idea dawned on him and he lay a hard poke tight to the center of the man's palm.
"Ah! You bahastard...don't do tha-NOHOO!"
Ogma smirked as he began scribbling his rough nails along Navarre's palms and fingers while he had them helpless. The long-haired tickle fiend who had one foot on his neck started shaking with deep-voiced laughter in contrast to his sultry appearance. Ogma smirked and picked one of the swordsman's index finger to particularly bully. He pinched it back with his own fingers and started to scribble his thumbnail up and down it as the long-legged prisoner began letting out breathy threats.
"I'm gohohohnna kihihill you..."
"Aww, you've told me that so many times it's lost all meanING—Hahaha, oh you’re quick!"
While Ogma had been cheekily taunting Navarre he'd forgotten about the elegant size 12 upon his shoulder. The moment he'd turned his head those nimble toes were teasing behind his ear to great effect. He tried to shake it away, but that only let Navarre dig his foot in more and soon enough he'd let the man's hands slip out of his grasp. In seconds it was like a snake with fantastic hair was wrapping around him as the swordsman, still draped with veils and frills from the now ruined dress, was biting and nibbling the man's ear as he sank further and further to the ground.
---
Up in the stands, the crowd cheered as the noble Ogma was finally brought down by the cream of the crop in their ticklish pit fighter league. Navarre was 19-1 down here (everybody lost to Marth and Merric so it was excusable) but had been anticipating a tickle fight against the man from his past, Ogma, for some time. He'd watched with great anticipation as Ogma had crossed Michalis' great soles on his lap and scratched and tickled them while the king howled and begged for mercy, never once breaking eye contact with Princess Caeda in the crowd. The woman had been personally put in charge of caring for the soft-footed princesses Muspel tended to capture several of, and she had brought them along to see if today was the day that Ogma broke.
The princess leaned forward in her seat to get a better look at how Navarre kept his opponent’s earlobe between his teeth. Today might be the day, she thought to herself. She'd love nothing more than to have her two bodyguards back by her side and wearing the same silly grins that she and Marth now sported. She leaned over the railing and let out a loud "LET'S GO NAVARRE!", much to the relief of Princess Fjorm whose toes she'd been fuzzily flossing since the match began. Navarre turned his gaze up at the outburst from the blue-haired pegasus knight but was immediately punished for it.
---
Ogma wrapped his burly arms around the lithe body of the swordsman and pinned his arms to his sides. While Navarre kicked and cursed at Ogma with words that would make a young lady blush, the captain was getting his fingers through the ruffles the swordsman had over his waist until...
"So annoying! When I beat you I'm gonna have the princess let me use you as-AAHHH! NO! NAHAHAT THE BUHUHTT! GO TO HEHEHELL!!"
"Yeah, the butt Mr. Foulmouth. When I beat you, I think I'll wash your mouth out for talking like that in front of the Princess. That's what you get for wearing a dress into battle. Heck, you’re always in such thin clothes; what if the enemy ever got their fingers on this juicy rump of yours? Why they-HEHE-HEY DAMMIT!"
Ogma's teasing was cut short by Navarre's talented toes again. This time they were stroking up and down the sturdy calves of the hero until his base crumbled beneath him and he ended up in a heap again with Navarre atop him. The way the man's long hair framed his face as it hung down over his and Ogma's heads made the former swallow hard. He wished he'd kept that breath though as Navarre's fingers dug into his sides.
---
Ogma grit his teeth and kicked his legs in the sand as his ribs and pectorals were squeezed and explored. Navarre tried to hide it, but from the corner of his eye Ogma could see a smile starting to sneak over the man's lips. He found his ability to resist these weakening tickles at the sight of it for some reason which let his opponent get comfy. Navarre drew his knees up until he was now kneeling upon his rival's hard abs. While that didn't exactly feel unpleasant to Ogma, he knew that wasn't the intention due to how he could now feel Navarre's toes poking his crotch.
He groaned at the feeling before descending back into giggles at the feeling of Navarre's finger skittering over his chest. The brunette was going so fast with those devilish fingers that Ogma couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hands to stop him without considerable effort. When he finally got one up, it was quickly slapped away with an aggressive "Tch" from the swordmaster.
"Dahahahmmit leheht meheehee up! Quihihit tihihickling my rihihibs you pehheherv!"
"Hmmph, no. I like you better when you're on the ground and begging me."
"Cohohocky bahahastard!"
"Weak fool. Quit begging, it's annoying. I can tell you love it."
---
Navarre wiggled his toes along Ogma's shaft to punctuate that thought. Ogma tried to shake him off but had spent all the air in his lungs on deep laughter. He'd never remembered Navarre as this flexible but as he thought about it to try and distract himself, a memory surfaced in his head of the swordsman blushing and walking with the dancer Phina as she cheered about "showing him her craft" one time. Ogma recalled that the former bandit was even faster after that. He had just assumed the girl had taught him some footwork she'd learned from her dancing, but maybe she taught him some stretches as well how to get more flexible?
One more memory surfaced unbidden in his head of the Mercenary Caesar and the Myrmidon Radd both tied tight and laughing their heads off as Navarre sat above their bound forms. The mens’ shirts had been yanked up and the Swordmaster was skittering his pretty toes up and down their tight stomachs as he idly flipped the pages of a book. When Ogma had asked him what he was doing, the myrm had simply smirked and asked if he wanted to join them.
"Wild horses couldn't stop me."
Ogma shook his head and yelled as Navarre now smirked on top of him. He tried to get up and shove him off but a quick lick up his shoulder had the man back in a fit of giggles while Navarre licked his lips.
"Ha, you taste weak too."
"Dahahammit that nehehever hahahppened! What is gohohing ohohon?!"
While Ogma struggled under Navarre, Loki's staff glowed menacingly up in the stands. She did so enjoy watching a tickle fight, but it was always more fun to get involved. She was slowly using her magic to replace more of the man's memories to weaken him. The blonde stud was getting notably slower as she did it, but she didn't want to give Navarre too easy of a time.
---
Oopsie, she'd gotten a bit distracted and let the damn fool of a man himself into a pickle with his pride. The longhair had leaned over Ogma to try and tickle the back of the man's neck. The second his tight stomach had brushed over his face though the merc had been like a beartrap. Ogma wrapped his arms around Navarre's waist and pressed his lips right above his navel. Navarre's eyes bulged and he began yelling indignantly at the attack.
"Rat bastard, let me OHNO! DOOON'T DAMMI-"
*pbbbbbt*
"GAHAHAH I'LL KIHIILL YOHOHU! GONNA RIHIHP YOU APAAHRT!"
Navarre thrashed about in Ogma's arms like an animal had him instead of simply having his abs nibbled on by a "friend" and Loki had to admit that she liked the sight. She clucked her tongue at herself though as she realized there would be plenty of time to watch that little dish giggle. They were all here to watch Ogma howl tonight. A wave of her hand had a memory in Ogma's mind of him walking in on a stern Jagen punishing the cavaliers of the Altean Military by letting their own steeds lick their soles, and that was enough to bring a pause in the man.
Navarre was quick to take advantage and bite Ogma's head in a way that got him released. The mercenary thought he would just lose his grip on his old rival but got a bit more than that. Instead, Navarre raised a leg over his head and put it over Ogma's shoulders. He used the leg to trap Ogma's arms behind his head and then used his own arms to keep them there. The result was Oggy struggling with the fact that he was now stuck and helpless as Navarre's other free foot wiggled its toes and slowly approached his helpless abs.
---
In the stands, Caeda cheered as her sword teacher began dancing his "pretty" toes along the pectorals, abs, and ribs of her axe teacher while he howled. "GET HIS FEET NAVARRE!" She yelled while pounding her fists on the guardrail. This earned her a cocky flourish from the swordsman who instead started stroking his toes along Ogma's cock through his pants once more as the red-faced man groaned from both that and the new memory that Loki had just stuffed in his gourd.
This one had him walking in on Navarre bound with his hands behind his back and a gag between his teeth as Gordin and Ryan stroked and played with his feet. As the twin emerald archers teased his toes, the brunette looked at Ogma with fire in his eyes that so distracting that the troublemaking footsoldiers managed to tackle him, too. They put him right next to Navarre, and the pair of men spent that night with the lads pressing their smaller soles to theirs for footsies that got all four soldiers giggling their heads off.
Ogma could remember those troublemaking toes just as how he now felt Navarre's gliding up his hipbones to tease an ab before they slid back down to go back to some over-the-pants teasing. His cheeks burned bright red as he tried to shake Navarre off, meaty his toes curling at the sensation. Loki chuckled and popped another memory into his gorgeous, blonde head for good measure.
In it, he found himself in this exact same situation back in his pit fighting days against that fool Samto. However, that faker had been sloppy in his Navarre imitation as always and had left himself open. Ogma had simply squeezed his thighs until the idiot dissolved into a giggly mess and let him go. Through the magic-induced haze in Ogma's head, an idea arose. He tried to focus on it over the sensation of those pretty toes playing his penis like a flute. He grabbed a handful of Navarre's dark meat and squeezed, making the gruff man snort most unbecomingly. They made for quite the pair, one giving a footjob while the other squeezed his opponent’s rump like an unripe fruit before the whole crowd.
Finally, Navarre broke down in laughter just like in Ogma's fake memory and released him. This time, however, he wasn't letting the swordsman get away. He seized both of Navarre's ankles and shoved them to the ground until both the man's size 12 soles were upturned to face him. His opponent was quivering under him as he launched a series of tapping tickles up and down his perfect soles while the crowd went wild. As Navarre pounded his fists in the sand Ogma was doing his best to keep his tongue in his mouth, difficult considering the way his rival's soles wrinkled and toes flailed whenever he tapped them was driving him wild.
---
Loki conceded that it was quite the sight, but the wrong stud was on top, so she was going to need to fix that. Before she could even prep another horny tickle dream for Ogma however Navarre beat her to it. He snagged Ogma by the ankle as well and tugged it towards him to pay back this embarrassment. Ogma tried to discourage him by wiggling the man's big toe back and forth but found that just made the snorting bandit try harder. He was very clearly aiming to pull Ogma's foot up to his face for something that the blonde was not looking forward to very much.
He saw Loki waving at him from the crowd and put two and two together on what was to come. He rolled over and headed it off by giving Navarre his foot. He smushed it right on the man's face but didn't expect the tongue-lashing he was paid back with. Navarre took him by the ankle and lapped his tongue from Ogma's rough heel to his sturdy toes as the mercenary let out a rough laugh.
"You hohohorny dahahastard! Lehehet my foohoot goooho!"
Ogma stuck his tongue out and stuffed it right between Navarre's big and index toe to a delightfully high yelp from the sword boy.
"Loohook at thahaht! You squeeheeal like a gir-EEH! AHAHHAH DAMN YOHOHU!"
Navarre had upped his game by giving Ogma's sole a hard bite. While the blonde laughed his head off, the swordsman sucked and nibbled at the skin he'd trapped between his teeth and left behind marks up and down the sole while the man writhed.
"Hmmph, now the princess can call you old hickie foot, you annoying-GAH! NOHOHOO!"
Ogma had cut off Navarre's childish gibes by pushing his fingers against the man's toes, pressing his lips to their now flexed stems, and letting out a wicked raspberry that had the man sobbing in laughter.
"Dihis-dihihssgusting! Stahahap!"
"Nohoo you stahahp! We need to sahahave the prihihncess you idiohoht!"
---
"That's enough chatting boys; we're here for a show, not a soliloquy."
Loki snapped her fingers and both men were suddenly memory-holed into new falsehoods. Navarre dreamed of a time when Phina had snuck up on him in his sleeping bag. He'd had a long night of her sitting atop his legs and poking his feet to demonstrate techniques she thought would help him speed up. On the other hand, Ogma was now trapped in a fake memory of Michalis using him as a decoration in his throne room. The captured mercenary was hung upside down and bound so that he could do nothing as the tall redhead skittered his fingers along his trapped soles.
The two's eyes glazed over as they could practically feel their feet being played within those memories as they still subconsciously tortured the peds before them. Navarre's toes scrunched in desperation, Ogma's waved frantically as both men had their soles scribbled upon by the other’s fingers, Ogma with rough digits that teased out squeaks and snorts from Navarre, who’s calloused palms were driving Ogma up the wall with how unpredictable they made the man's stroking of his soles.
Loki smiled at the sight of both trapped with goofy expressions on their face before she was tackled to the ground. Her staff was ripped from her hands and thrown to the crowd (where a lucky Clarine eagerly grabbed it before sneaking off). She gasped as a pair of strong yet feminine hands started dancing their fingers along the undersides of her breasts. The tricky strategist chortled away as Caeda hissed in her ear.
"You're making it boring! Let them fight!"
---
Navarre snapped from a dream of Marth and Merric playing magic tricks in his trousers first. He shook his head to dislodge all the falsehoods, memories, and learned traits as best he could before looking around with fresh eyes. He saw Ogma still gripping his head and wrestling with a dream of himself of Bord and Cord tickling his pecs with their teeth while Barst held him still. Navarre didn't hesitate for a second; he took Ogma's ankle in his arms and pulled it up until the man was on his hands and knees. While the blonde was finally remembering that he led that band of fighters in the first place, the Scarlet Swordsman struck.
The man's serpent tongue slipped out and began pecking, stroking, circling, and all other kinds of quick-footed movements all along Ogma's sole.
"WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! GEHEHT OOHOHFF OF MEEHEE YOU PEHEHRV!"
Ogma's cries were ignored as instead Navarre forced open the man's toes and began lapping up each of their stems individually while the blonde’s fists tightened pounded the sand.
"I*lick*...*slurp*like*smack*...*nibble*taste*smooch*"
Ogma couldn't even hear the words that Navarre had just said that had the man blushing so fiercely. Instead, he'd covered his ears to drown out his own maddened laughter and try to come up with a plan. Somehow, the thing that was still sneaking in and drowning out his own thoughts was the sound of wet smacking of Navarre's lips as he dined on his rival's dusky sole. Ogma started pulling at his own hair as he again felt Navarre's toes poking about at his trousers.
---
The swordsman tightened his grip on the man's ankle as his fingers continued to dance along the drool-soaked sole. Oggy couldn't muster the energy to stop Navarre at all as his toes worked their way into the waistband of his trousers and started to pull them down. Navarre was pushing back each of Ogma's juicy toes and nibbling his way up their stems as he yanked the man's pants off with one foot and showed off his new flexibility.
The blonde tried to crawl his way towards the wall of the arena, now clad only in his boxers, but each inch he moved got Navarre interested in a fresh punishment for his sole. From gentle kisses to hard bites to a tongue-pushing so hard it felt like skin was coming away; it was too much. Ogma felt his eyes start to cross as he finally reached the wall and planted his hands on it.
"All that *smooch* effort- cootchie, cootchie-for what? *slurp*"
"F-ahahah! Fohohohr...FOR THIS!"
Ogma pressed his hands against the wall and pushed off. With the extra momentum, Navarre had no chance. Still, rather than release his grip on the man's ankle he rode it down. That way when Ogma ended up standing it was atop Navarre's face. The swordsman squirmed but wasn't exactly unhappy to be here...but that's why he was slow to react when Ogma took one of Navarre's legs and hooked between his own. The wandering blade had his legs twisted into a 4 against his will as Ogma fell back onto his rear.
---
Navarre had to be very careful not to jerk around in this position or face his legs being twisted uncomfortably. What he was far more concerned about was the way it left one of his soles facing Ogma and him with no way to defend it. Ogma stroked a finger down the graceful arch and enjoyed how Navarre beat a fist in the sand at the sensations. The man covered his mouth with the other hand to hide his goofy expression and embarrassment from his rival. Ogma smirked at the sight as his finger started to get lost in Navarre's elegant toes and the other man began bucking. Finally, he gave a loving pinch to the ball of his foot that made Navarre's back arch and his most embarrassing laugh yet to break out.
*snnrk* Staahap! *snort* I'm gohohonna *snnrk* cuhuht you in hahahlf! NAHAT THE TOHOHOES! GEHEHET OFF!"
"Get off? You started this and now you’re here begging for mercy? Hmph, no way, I'm gonna make you beg Caeda to save these ticklish toes of yours."
"Ahaha I'm nahat behehegging! I'm tehehehlling you! Gahahwd I'm gohohonna kill you!"
Ogma shrugged and simply leaned forwards, he hooked Navarre's index toe between two fingers and dug his thumb right into the tip of his sole. The result was instant, Navarre let out a girlish squeal and began flopping like he was being electrocuted by the thumb simply scratching about on his sole. He stuck his fist in his mouth and used the other hand to show Ogma quite the rude gesture. That only earned his trapped toe stem a thumbing as well, which caused him to start pulling his hair as he bit his fist hard enough to leave a mark.
---
Up in the stands, Caeda let out a cheer before taking Loki to the ground. The woman was trying to flee when the tomboy princess got her sandals off and bound her ankles together with the straps. She started scrabbling her nails along her meaty soles as the strategist begged for mercy. Meanwhile, Ogma looked up in the hopes that his princess was safe. He let out a yelp of surprise however as Navarre managed to flip their tangled bodies over and the pressure was put on the Hero's knees now instead. He broke the leg lock but ended up eating dirt as Navarre pounced on his back. The flustered brunette got his hands up under the man's arms and locked his fingers behind his head to trap him in a full nelson.
Ogma pulled helplessly at the hold as Navarre fell back with him and trapped him on his back. He panicked as he saw the swordsman's legs cross from behind him and trap his poor blonde boyhood between those nice soles he'd just been teasing.
"Now... you're gonna...beg" Navarre choked out as he struggled for breath and to keep his prey from breaking out of the hold. He sandwiched the blonde rod between them and felt Ogma shudder in his grip.
"Not..so..cocky now huh? Maybe if you ask real nice..."
Ogma tried to wrench himself free but every time he tried to flex his arms his opponent would respond by flexing his legs and the feeling of the head of his cock dragging along Navarre's soft soles would make him gasp.
"Hnnn...so..now you want me to b-beg huh? Wh-what if I say no still?"
"Hmmph, then I won't let you~"
"Let me-nnnahhh...y-you bas-bastard."
---
Navarre buried his face in the crook of the man's neck and chewed his way up and down it. Ogma's knees trembled at the feeling but he held on. When the merc felt Navarre rubbing his erect cock along the small of his back, he grit his teeth and tried to endure it. When Navarre's adept toes started poking his trapped penis AGAIN he was on his last legs though.
Ogma could barely see straight from the many ways the kinky swordsman was working him while also locking him down in such a simple hold. He knew he was stronger than the lithe man, but all that strength meant nothing when his body was wracked by these feelings. He finally relented and let-wait!
Just as Ogma's cock was about to release a load, Navarre's feet clasped together with his cock between them. The man was exerting a shocking amount of pressure through his legs and was stopping Ogma from being able to release his pent-up load.
"D-damn you let go!"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Dammit, please Navarre!"
"Die."
Navarre released the hold on Ogma's neck but not his legs. The blonde didn't have the strength to try and pull Navarre off of him so was forced to simply sit there on the shorter man's lap with his hands on the ground. Navarre's cock was brushing needily along Ogma's asscheek as the man squirmed and gasped while trying to slide out the teensiest bit of ejaculate from his penis.
---
With a put-upon sigh, the swordsman spider-tickled his fingers along the pit fighter's ass-cheeks until he had the red-faced man's attention. He looked back at Navarre on the ground in a pool of his long black hair with his arms crossed poutingly.
"Give up?" He asked Ogma as the man trembled.
"G-go fu-fuck yourself."
"Nuh-uh. That's what you're for now."
He clapped Ogma on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The impact made the man stand on his slightly and Navarre was quick. Still keeping his penis trapped between his soles the swordmaster crawled between Ogma's legs on his hands and knees. He put his chin in his hands and adopted a bratty pose at finally finding her.
"Aww look she's watching. Well? Do you give up? Wanna let it all out, Mr. Big Arms?"
"Y-yes..."
"Hmm? Bit louder, please."
Navarre started idly kicking his feet back and forth above his head in a pose of boredom but in reality was, again, footjobbing Ogma's brains right out his ears.
"Y-YES! I GIVE! LET GO!"
---
Navarre looked up to see Princess Caeda giving the Thumbs Up. He sulked a bit before sloooowly releasing the pressure on Ogma's genitals and letting the man release a stream of hot cum. He winced as it squirted onto his bare back but wouldn't let anybody know how much he liked the feeling. Caeda cheered in the stands as Navarre smirked at his victory, letting out a yelp as Ogma jumped upon his back and wrapped his arms around the lithe man's chest.
Navarre's long legs kicked as Ogma rolled him over onto his back and his rough fingers started dancing along the man's tight stomach and ribs. Navarre shook his head side to side at the sensation as his cock twitched and jumped from the feelings he loved and his body spasmed.
"Well, if I'm gonna stay here with you and the Princess then we better make sure we agree. I'm not gonna be a jerk about it like you were, but I wanna see some white here, handsome."
"P-pe-perv! Gehehett ahahaff me!"
"You jerked me off with your feet and I'M the perv?"
"Gehehet ahahaff! DAHAHAMMIT I'LL KIHIHLL YOHU! STAHAHAHP!"
Ogma pulled Navarre tighter after his fingers found a particularly sweet spot in the man's ribs that had that delightful snort from earlier rearing its head. He'd never tell him but between the man's long legs, beautiful hair, statuesque arches, and tight abs, it was that snort that was driving the blonde wild. His bad personality was cute in its own kind of way as well, not that he'd ever tell the man.
---
Navarre went limp in Ogma's arms at the tickles but the taller of the two could still watch his friend's cock bounce in response to the tweaking of his ribs. If Ogma's ears had been better, he could have heard the temperamental warrior he was teasing to bits grinding his teeth as those first few drops of pre-cum started to leak out of his organ. When Ogma pushed his head through the forest of black hair and planted a little kiss on the base of the man's neck, that was it.
Navarre came just as hard as Ogma had if not harder. His semen sprayed his chest so that now he had cum on his front and back, which is something that Ogma would never let him live down had they been in a normal situation. When Ogma let him go, Navarre quickly collapsed in a heap which made Ogma chuckle. He kept laughing as a blue blur swept him off his feet and back into the dirt. Caeda's fingers danced along the exhausted Ogma's chest as he wriggled beneath her and as Navarre brushed his hair over his face to hide his smile. The sneaky swordsman reached out and gave his liege's bare sole a poke as well making her giggle along as well, while Ogma caught Navarre's other arm and began stroking inside his pit.
The three laughed their heads off in a happy pile with the de-feeted Ogma until a burst of smoke overtook the arena. A bedraggled Loki strode her way through the smoke, carrying one broken sandal in her hands and doing her best to keep her chest in her destroyed top with the other. She tried to affect an air of haughtiness, but she still wasn’t over the sensation of Caeda's teeth and nails on her skin earlier.
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There was no denying that the next part would be about vengeance. So when she raised her hands and the smoke cleared, it did her heart good to see Caeda trapped in stocks with her feet before her and both her protectors on either side of her. Both men were of course in stocks as well, but Loki had been a bit crueler to them. Ogma and Navarre both had ballgags forced between their lips and blindfolds obscuring their eyes. The men struggled and "Mmmph'd" in their bonds as Caeda looked worriedly from each other before back to Loki.
"Oh, don't worry sweetie. Since those two had such a blast and all, we're just going to have another little tickle match. You aren’t the only one who's been dying for Oggy there to lighten up."
The portcullis into the arena lifted allowing Merric and Prince Marth to walk in. The two had their eyes set on the be-stocked trio and were eagerly pulling the leash of a tall redheaded man to get him to follow them. Michalis sighed as his long hair was adorned with a variety of feathers, forks, and brushes that hung from the gorgeous locks. Caeda scrunched her toes as the trio knelt before her and her helpless bodyguard's defenseless feet.
"Now remember, just say you give up if want it to stop," Loki said as she magicked a ball-gag between Caeda's teeth. "Don't forget to speak clearly!"
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Rockraverinfection said the following:
Ogma walked in silence, his head low and refusing to look at anything but the sight of his own bare size 12 as he walked down the hallway. The soldiers flanking the mercenary shoved him whenever he slowed down but beyond that left him unmolested. He'd been a captive here in Muspel for several days and had spent each of them fighting. He'd set out as a part of a team with the intent of rescuing Prince, Marth, Princess Caeda, and others who'd been captured but they'd been betrayed.
Since his capture, he'd spent most of his time fighting in Muspel's arena against monsters, mercenaries, and even former friends all for the amusement of the crowd. He still remembered his humiliation the day before at the hands of Prince Marth and the mage Merric. One at a time they had been easy enough but once Merric had knocked him down it was over. He and the soft-faced prince of Altea had descended on the mercenary captain and hadn't let him up till he'd surrendered. He still remembered the two giggly devils using their teeth on every single wrinkle on his soles.
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Today for the first time his opponent was already in the pit waiting for him. He raised a blonde eyebrow at the sight of a woman in a wedding dress standing in the loose sand awaiting him. He climbed down gingerly and tried to get a look at her face to see if he could recognize her. His first thought had been that they wanted him to fight Princess Caeda which he would refuse. However, a glimpse of long raven hair put that theory to bed. He tried to get closer but his opponent continued to turn away from him. Finally, he saw an adam's apple for a split second just as the dress fell away and the brunette tackled him to the ground.
Quick fingers danced across his pectorals the blonde grabbed at the hands and found quite a few muscles in the wrists. He pulled them away and trapped them by the wrists under on arm to hold his opponent still. Despite that though he can begin feeling kicks to the small of his back that surprised him with the flexibility they demonstrated. It clicked in his mind a second before he brushed aside the white frills and long hair to reveal who had just attempted to subdue him.
"Ahh, so they remembered they had you still, Navarre?"
The surly swordmaster clucked his tongue and pulled at Ogma's arms in an attempt to get his hands free. He planted his bare feet in the small of the burly Talysian's back in an attempt at leverage after realizing his kicks were ineffectual.
"No talking, it will just make this longer."
"Hmmph, even as a brainwashed slave your the sa-AHahahame, whaht the?"
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While he'd been trying to subdue Navarre, Captain Ogma hadn't been paying attention. He hadn't noticed the swordsman had been slowly working his bare toes beneath Ogma's shirt. The swordsman had always been flexible but with things like Surtr's bedroom Olympics, dance classes with Corrin as well as just generally being run ragged by Marth and Merric he was more gymnast than warrior at this point. He arced a leg up to skitter his toes higher along Ogma's muscular back and the blonde barked out a harsh laugh.
"You cheating bahahastard! Fihihght me fahahair!"
A flat "No" was all Navarre responded with as he got his leg even higher up start tickling Ogma down along his shoulder blade through his thin top. The taller man could feel Navarre's wrists still trying to wiggle themselves free as he did this and was impressed at his "friend's" ability to multi-task once again. Even back during the War of Shadows and the following War of the Emblem, he'd always been impressed by Navarre. He'd tried complimenting the man but had only ever been met with scorn. Still, on the field of battle, he'd been saved a number of times by the surly myrmidon though with him paying him back several times.
Not once though had he ever gotten any polite responses from the moody man. The idea of that man who he'd never seen smile skittering his pretty toes up and down his shoulder was so ridiculous that...wait what the hell wad he thinking?! Pretty toes?! Ogma had never thought something like that before about Navarre. What was going on in his head...
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Ogma's self-searching was interrupted by Navarre running his big toe up and down the man's proud neck. Ogma couldn't choke back the giggles and felt Navarre's hands slip free of his grip for but a second. He tightened his grip and saw Navarre's fists loosen at the added pressure. An idea dawned on him and he lay a hard poke tight to the center of the man's palm.
"Ah! You bahastard...don't do tha-NOHOO!"
Ogma smirked as he began scribbling his rough nails along Navarre's palms and fingers while he had them helpless. The long-haired tickle fiend who had one foot on his neck started shaking with deep-voiced laughter in contrast to his sultry appearance. Ogma smirked and picked one of the swordsman's index finger to particularly bully. He pinched it back with his own fingers and started to scrabble his thumbnail up and down it as the long-legged prisoner began letting out breathy threats.
"I'm gohohohnna kihihill you..."
"Aww, you've told me that so many times it's lost all meanING-Hahaha, oh your quick!"
While Ogma had been cheekily taunting Navarre he'd forgotten about the elegant size 12 upon his shoulder. The second he'd turned his head those nimble toes were teasing behind his ear to great effect. He tried to shake it away but that only let Navarre get his foot in more and soon enough he'd let the man's hands slip out of his grasp. In seconds it was like a snake with fantastic hair was wrapping around him as the swordsman still dripping with veils and frills from the ruined dress was biting and nibbling the man's ear as he sank further and further to the ground.
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Up in the stands, the crowd cheered as finally the noble Ogma was brought down by the cream of the crop in their ticklish pit fighter league. Navarre was 19-1 down here( Everybody lost to Marth and Merric so it was excusable) but had been anticipating a tickle fight against the man from his past, Ogma for some time. He'd watched with great as Ogma had crossed Michalis' great soles on his lap and scratched and tickled them while the king howled and begged for mercy, never once breaking eye contact with Princess Caeda in the crowd. The woman had been personally put in charge of caring for the soft-footed princesses Muspel tended to capture several of and had brought them along to watch and see if this was the day that Ogma broke.
She leaned forward in her seat to get a better look at how Navarre kept his opponents earlobe between his teeth. Maybe it would she thought to herself, She'd love nothing more than to have her two bodyguards back by her side and wearing the same silly grins that she and Marth now sported. She leaned over the railing and let out a loud "LET'S GO NAVARRE!" much to the relief of Princess Fjorm whose toes she'd been fuzzily flossing since the match began. Navarre looked up at the outburst from the blue-haired pegasus knight but was punished for it.
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Ogma wrapped his burly arms around the lithe body of the swordsman and pinned his arms to his sides. While Navarre kicked and cursed at Ogma with words that would make a young lady blush, the captain was getting his fingers through the ruffles the swordsman had over his waist until...
"So annoying! When I beat you I'm gonna have the princess let me use you as-AAHHH! NO! NAHAHAT THE BUHUHTT! GO TO HEHEHELL!!"
"Yeah, the butt Mr. Foulmouth. When I beat you I think I'll wash your mouth out for talking like that in front of the Princess. That's what you get for wearing a dress into battle, heck your always in such thin clothes that what if the enemy ever got their fingers on this juicy rump of yours? Why they-HEHE-HEY DAMMIT!"
Ogma's teasing was cut short by Navarre's talented toes again. This time they were stroking up and down the sturdy calves of the hero until his base crumbled beneath him and he ended up in a heap again with Navarre atop him. The way the man's long hair framed his face as it hung down over his and Ogma's heads made the former swallow hard. He wished he'd kept that breath though as Navarre's fingers dug into his sides.
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Ogma grit his teeth and kicked his legs in the sand as his ribs and pectorals were squeezed and explored. Navarre tried to hide it but from the corner of his eye, Ogma could see a smile starting to sneak over the man's lips. He found his ability to resist the tickling weakening at the sight of it for some reason which let his opponent get comfy. Navarre drew his knees up until he was now kneeling upon his rival's hard abs. While that didn't exactly feel unpleasant to Ogma he knew that wasn't the intention due to how he could now feel Navarre's toes poking the crotch of his pants.
He groaned at the feeling before dissolving back into giggles at the feeling of Navarre's finger skittering over his chest. The brunette was going so fast with those devilish fingers that Ogma couldn't even muster the strength to raise his hands to stop him without considerable effort. When he finally got one up it was quickly slapped away with an aggressive "Tch" from the Swordmaster.
"Dahahahmmit leheht meheehee up! Quihihit tihihickling my rihihibs you pehheherv!"
"Hmmph, no. I like you better when you're on the ground and begging me."
"Cohohocky bahahastard!"
"Weak fool. Quit begging, it's annoying. I can tell you love it."
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Navarre wiggled his toes along Ogma's shaft to punctuate that thought. Ogma tried to shake him off but had spent all th air in his lungs on deep laughter. He'd never remembered Navarre as this flexible but as he thought about it to try and distract himself a memory surfaces in his head of the swordsman walking off blushing with the dancer, Phina as she cheered about "showing him her craft" one time. Ogma remembered that after that the former bandit was even faster. He'd just assumed the girl had taught him some footwork she'd learned from her dancing but maybe she taught him some stretches as well to get more flexible?
One more memory surfaced unbidden in his head of the Mercenary, Caesar and the Myrmidon, Radd both tied tight and laughing their heads off as Navarre sat above their bound forms. The boy's shirts had been yanked up and the Myrmidon was skittering his pretty toes up and down their tight stomachs as he idly flipped the pages of a book. When Ogma had asked him what he was doing the myrm had smirked and asked if he wanted to join them.
"Wild horses couldn't stop me."
Ogma shook his head and yelled as Navarre smirked on top of him. He tried to get up and shove him off but a quick lick up his shoulder had the man back in a fit of giggles while Navarre licked his lips.
"Ha, you taste weak too."
"Dahahammit that nehehever hahahppened! What is gohohing ohohn?!"
Ogma struggled under Navarre as up in the stands, Loki's staff glowed menacingly. She did so enjoy watching a tickle fight but it was always more fun to get involved. She was slowly using her magic to replace more of the man's memories to weaken him. The blonde stud was getting notably slower as she did it but she didn't want to give Navarre too easy of a time.
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Oopsie, she'd gotten a bit distracted and let the damn fool of a man himself into a pickle with his pride. The longhair had leaned over Ogma to try and tickle the back of the man's neck. The second his tight stomach had brushed over his face though the merc had been like a beartrap. Ogma wrapped his arms around Navarre's waist and pressed his lips right above his navel. Navarre's eyes had bulged and he'd yelled indignantly at the attack.
"Rat bastard, let me OHNO! DOOON'T DAMMI-"
*pbbbbbt*
"GAHAHAH I'LL KIHIILL YOHOHU! GONNA RIHIHP YOU APAAHRT!"
Navarre thrashed about in Ogma's arms like an animal had him instead of simply having his abs nibbled on by a "friend" and Loki had to admit that she liked the sight. She clucked her tongue at herself though as she realized there would be plenty of time to watch that little dish giggle. They were all here to watch Ogma howl tonight. A wave of her hand had a memory in Ogma's mind of him walking in on a stern Jagen punishing the cavaliers of the Altean Military by letting their own steeds lick their soles and that was enough to bring a pause in the man.
Navarre was quick to take advantage and actually bit Ogma's head in a way that got him released. The mercenary thought he would just lose his grip on his old rival but got a bit more than that. Instead, Navarre raised a leg over his head and put it over Ogma's shoulders. He used the leg to trap Ogma's arms behind his head and then used his own arms to keep them there. The result was Oggy struggling with the fact that he was now stuck and helpless as Navarre's other free foot wiggled its toes and slowly approached his helpless abs.
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In the stands, Caeda cheered as her swords teacher began dancing his "pretty" toes along the pectorals, abs, and ribs of her ax teacher while he howled. "GET HIS FEET NAVARRE!" She yelled while pounding her fists on the guardrail. This earned her a cocky flourish from the swordsman who instead started stroking his toes along Ogma's cock through his pants once more as the red-faced man groaned from both that and the new memory that Loki had just stuffed in his gourd.
This one had him walking in on Navarre tied tight with his hands behind his back and a gag between his teeth as Gordin and Ryan stroked and played with his feet. The twin emerald archers teased his toes. He'd looked at Ogma with fire in his eyes that had been distracting enough for the troublemaking footsoldiers to tackle him down and put him right next to Navarre. The two had both spent the night with the lads pressing their soles to theirs for footsies while all four giggled their heads off.
Ogma could remember those troublemaking toes just as how he now felt Navarre's gliding up his hipbones to tease an ab before they slid back down to go back to some over the pants teasing. His cheeks were bright red as he tried to shake Navarre off while his toes curled at the sensation. Loki chuckled and popped another memory in his gorgeous blonde head for good measure.
In it, he'd found himself in this exact same situation back in his pit fighting days against that fool Samto. However, that faker had been sloppy in his Navarre imitation as always and had left himself open. Ogma had simply squeezed his thighs until the idiot had been s giggly mess and let him go. Through the magically induced haze in Ogma's head, an idea arose. He tried to focus on it over the sensation of pretty toes playing his penis like a flute. He grabbed a handful of Navarre's dark meat and squeezed making the gruff man snort most unbecomingly. They made for quite the pair one giving the other footsies while the other squeezed his rump like it was unripened all before a crowd.
Finally, Navarre broke down in laughter just like in Ogma's fake memory and released him. This time however he wasn't letting the swordsman get away, he took both of Navarre's ankles and shoved them to the ground until both the man's size 12 soles were upturned to face him. His opponent was quivering under him as he launched a series of tapping tickles up and down his perfect soles while the crowd went wild. While Navarre pounded his fists in the sand Ogma was doing his best to keep his tongue in his mouth, the way his rival's soles would wrinkle as his toes flailed whenever he tapped them was driving him wild.
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Loki agreed that it was quite the sight but the wrong stud was on top so she was going to need to fix that. Before she could even prep another horny tickle dream for Ogma however Navarre beat her to it. He snagged Ogma by the ankle and tried to pull the man's ankle to him to pay back the embarrassment. Ogma tried to discourage him by wiggling the man's big toe back and forth but found that just made the snorting bandit try harder. He was very clearly trying to pull Ogma's foot up to his face for something that the blonde was not looking forward to very much.
He saw Loki waving at him from the crowd and put two and two together on what was to come. He rolled over and headed it off by giving Navarre his foot. He smushed it right on the man's face but didn't expect the tongue-lashing he was paid back with. Navarre took him by the ankle and lapped his tongue from Ogma's rough heel to his sturdy toes as the mercenary let out a rough laugh.
"You hohohorny dahahastard! Lehehet my foohoot goooho!"
Ogma stuck his tongue out and stuffed it right between Navarre's big and index toe to a delightfully high yelp from the sword boy.
"Loohook at thahaht! You squeeheeal like a gir-EEH! AHAHHAH DAMN YOHOHU!"
Navarre had upped his game by giving Ogma's sole a hard bite. While the blonde laughed his head off he sucked and nibbled at the skin he'd trapped between his teeth and left behind marks up and down the sole while the man writhed.
"Hmmph, now the princess can call you old hickie foot you annoying-GAH! NOHOHOO!"
Ogma had cut off Navarre's childish taunts by pressing his fingers and pulling back the man's toes, pressing his lips to their stems and letting out a wicked raspberry that had the man sobbing in laughter.
"Dihis-dihihssgusting! Stahahap!"
"Nohoo you stahahp! We need to sahahave the prihihncess you idiohoht!"
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"That's enough chatting boys, we're here so a show, not a soliloquy."
Loki snapped her fingers and both men suddenly were memory-holed into new falsehoods. Navarre dreamed of a time when Phina had snuck up on him in his sleeping bag. He'd had a long night of her sitting atop his legs and poking his feet to demonstrate techniques she thought could help him speed up. On the other hand, Ogma was now trapped in a false memory of Michalis capturing him to use as a decoration in his throne room. The mercenary was hung upside down and bound so that he could do nothing as the tall redhead skittered his fingers along his trapped soles.
The two's eyes glazed as they could practically feel their feet being played within those memories as they still subconsciously tortured the peds before them. Navarre's toes scrunched in desperation, Ogma's waved frantically as both men had their soles scribbled upon by the others fingers. Ogma with rough fingers that teased out squeaks and snorts from Navarre who had callouses in his palms that were driving Ogma up the wall with how unpredictable they made the man's stroking of his soles.
Loki smiled at the sight of both trapped with goofy expressions on their face before she was tackled to the ground. Her staff was ripped from her hands and thrown to the crowd (Where a lucky Clarine eagerly grabbed it before sneaking off) she gasped as a pair of strong yet still, quite feminine hands started dancing fingers along the undersides of her breasts. The tricky strategist chortled away as Caeda hissed in her ear.
"You're making it boring! Let them fight!"
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Navarre snapped from a dream of Marth and Merric playing magic tricks in his trousers first. He shook his head to dislodge all the falsehoods, memories, and learned traits as best he could before looking around with fresh eyes. He saw Ogma still gripping his head and wrestling with a dream of himself of Bord and Cord tickling his pecs with their teeth while Barst held him still. Navarre didn't hesitate for a second, he took Ogma's ankle in his arms and pulled it up until the man was on his hands and knees. While the blonde was just remembering that he led that band of mercenaries the Scarlet Swordsman struck.
The man's serpent tongue slipped out and began pecking, stroking, circling, and all other kinds of quick-footed movements all along Ogma's sole.
"WHAHAT THE HEHEHELL?! GEHEHT OOHOHFF OF MEEHEE YOU PEHEHRV!"
Ogma's cries were ignored as instead Navarre forced open the man's toes and began lapping up each of their stems individually while his fists tightened and he pounded them in the sand.
"I*lick*...*slurp*like*smack*...*nibble*taste*smooch*"
Ogma couldn't even hear the words that Navarre had just said that had the man blushing so fiercely. Instead, he'd covered his ears to try and drown out his own maddened laughter and try to come up with a plan. Somehow the thing that was still sneaking in and drowning out the sound of his own thoughts was the wet smacking of Navarre's lips as he dined on his old rival's dusky sole. Ogma started pulling at his own hair as he again felt Navarre's toes poking about at his trousers.
---
The swordsman tightened his grip on the man's ankle as his fingers continued to dance along the drool-soaked sole. He couldn't muster the energy to stop Navarre at all as his toes worked their way into the waistband of his trousers and started to pull them down. Navarre was pushing back each of Ogma's toes and nibbling his way up their stems as he pulled the man's pants off with one foot and showed off his surprising new flexibility.
The blonde tried to crawl his way towards the wall of the arena, now clad only in his boxers but each inch he moved got Navarre interested in a fresh punishment for his sole. From gentle kisses to hard bites to a tongue pushing so hard he felt some skin was coming away it was too much. Ogma felt his eyes start to cross as he finally reached the wall and planted his hands on it.
"All that *smooch* effort- cootchie, cootchie-for what? *slurp*"
"F-ahahah! Fohohohr...FOR THIS!"
Ogma pressed his hands against the wall and pushed off. With the extra momentum, Navarre had no chance, still, rather than release his grip on the man's ankle he rode it down. That way when Ogma ended up standing it was atop Navarre's face. The swordsman squirmed but wasn't exactly unhappy to be here...that's why he was so slow when Ogma took one of Navarre's legs and hooked between his own. The wandering blade had his legs twisted into a 4 against his will as Ogma fell back onto his rear.
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Navarre had to be very careful not to jerk around in this position or face his legs being twisted uncomfortably. What he was far more concerned about was the way it left one of his soles facing Ogma and him with no way to defend it. Ogma stroked a finger down the graceful arch and enjoyed how Navarre beat a fist in the sand at the sensations. The man covered his mouth with the other hand to hide his goofy expression and embarrassment from his rival. Ogma smirked at the sight as his finger started to get lost in Navarre's elegant toes and the other man began bucking. Finally, he gave a loving pinch to the ball of his foot that made Navarre's back arch and his most embarrassing laugh yet to break out.
*snnrk* Staahap! *snort* I'm gohohonna *snnrk* cuhuht you in hahahlf! NAHAT THE TOHOHOES! GEHEHET OFF!"
"Get off? You started this and now your here begging for mercy. Hmph, no way I'm gonna make you beg Caeda to save these ticklish toes of yours."
"Ahaha I'm nahat behehegging! I'm tehehehlling you! Gahahwd I'm gohohonna kill you!"
Ogma shrugged and simply leaned forwards, he hooked Navarre's index toe between two fingers and dug his thumb right into the tip of his sole. The result was instant, Navarre let out a girlish squeal and began flopping like he was being electrocuted by the thumb simply scratching about on his sole. He stuck his fist in his mouth and used the other hand to show Ogma quite the rude gesture. That only earner his trapped toe stem and thumbing as well which caused him to start pulling his hair as he bit his fist hard enough to leave a mark.
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Up in the stands, Caeda let out a cheer before taking Loki to the ground. The woman was trying to flee when the tomboy princess got her sandals off and bound her ankles together with the straps. She started scrabbling her nails along her meaty soles as the strategist begged for mercy. Meanwhile, Ogma looked up and hoped his princess was safe. He let out a yelp of surprise however as Navarre managed to flip their tangled bodies over and the pressure was put on the Hero's knees now instead. He broke the leg lock but ended up eating dirt as Navarre pounced on his back. The flustered brunette got his hands up under the man's arms and locked his fingers behind his head to trap him in a full nelson.
Ogma pulled helplessly at the hold as Navarre fell back with him and trapped him on his back. He panicked as he saw the swordsman's legs cross from behind him and trap his poor blonde boyhood between those nice soles he'd just been teasing.
"Now... you're gonna...beg" Navarre choked out as he struggled for breath and to keep his prey from breaking out of the hold. He sandwiched the blonde rod between them and felt Ogma shudder in his grip.
"Not..so..cocky now huh? Maybe if you ask real nice..."
Ogma tried to wrench himself free but every time he tried to flex his arms his opponent would respond by flexing his legs and the feeling of the head of his cock dragging along Navarre's soft soles would make him gasp.
"Hnnn...so..now you want me to b-beg huh? Wh-what if I say no still?"
"Hmmph, then I won't let you~"
"Let me-nnnahhh...y-you bas-bastard."
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Navarre buried his face in the crook of the man's neck and chewed his way up and down it. Ogma's knees trembled at the feeling but he held on. When Navarre rubbing his erect cock along the small of the man's back he grit his teeth and tried to endure it. When Navarre's adept toes started poking his trapped penis AGAIN he was on his last legs though.
Ogma could barely see straight from the many ways the kinky swordsman was working him while also holding him in such a simple hold. He knew he was stronger than the man but all that strength meant nothing when his body was wracked by these feelings. He finally relented and let-wait!
Just as Ogma's cock was about to release a load, Navarre's feet clasped together with his cock between them. The man was exerting a shocking amount of pressure through his legs and was stopping Ogma from being able to release his pent-up load.
"D-damn you let go!"
"No."
"Get off of me!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Dammit, please Navarre!"
"Die."
Navarre released the hold on Ogma's neck but not his legs. The blonde didn't have the strength to try and pull Navarre off of him so was forced to simply sit there on the shorter man's lap with his hands on the ground. Navarre's cock was brushing needily along Ogma's asscheek as the man squirmed and gasped while trying to slide out the teensiest bit of ejaculate from his penis.
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With a put-upon sigh, the swordsman spider-tickled his fingers along the pit fighter's ass-cheeks until he had the red-faced man's attention. He looked back at Navarre on the ground in a pool of his long black hair with his arms crossed poutily.
"Give up?" He asked Ogma as the man trembled.
"G-go fu-fuck yourself."
"Nuh-uh. That's what you're for now."
He clapped Ogma on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint. The impact made the man stand on his slightly and Navarre was quick. Still keeping his penis trapped between his soles the swordmaster crawled between Ogma's legs on his hands and knees. He put his chin in his hands and adopted a bratty pose at finally finding her.
"Aww look she's watching. Well? Do you give up? Wanna let it all out, Mr. Big Arms?"
"Y-yes..."
"Hmm? Bit louder, please."
Navarre started idly kicking his feet back and forth above his head in a pose of boredom but in reality, was again foot jobbing Ogma's brains right out his ears.
"Y-YES! I GIVE! LET GO!"
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Navarre looked up to see Princess Caeda giving the Thumbs Up. He pouted before sloooowly releasing the pressure on Ogma's genitals and letting the man release hot ejaculate. He winced as it squirted onto his bare back but wouldn't let anybody know how much he liked the feeling. Caeda cheered in the stands as Navarre smirked at his victory before letting out a yelp as Ogma jumped upon his back and wrapped his arms around the lithe man's chest.
Navarre's long legs kicked as Ogma rolled him over onto his back and his rough fingers started dancing along the man's tight stomach and ribs. Navarre shook his head side to side at the sensation as his cock twitched and jumped from the feelings he loved and his body spasmed.
"Well if I'm gonna stay here with you and the Princess then we better make sure we agree. I'm not gonna be a jerk about it like you were but I wanna see some white here handsome."
"P-pe-perv! Gehehett ahahaff me!"
"You jerked me off with your feet and I'm the perv?"
"Gehehet ahahaff! DAHAHAMMIT I'LL KIHIHLL YOHU! STAHAHAHP!"
Ogma pulled Navarre tighter after his fingers found a particularly sweet spot in the man's ribs that had that delightful snort from earlier showing it's head. He'd never tell him but between the man's long legs, beautiful hair, statuesque arches, and tight abs that snort was what was driving the blonde wild. His bad personality was cute in its own kind of way as well, not that he'd ever tell the man.
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Navarre went limp in Ogma's arms at the tickles but the taller of the two could still watch his friend's cock bounce in response to the tweaking of his ribs. If Ogma's ears had been better he could have heard the temperamental warrior he was teasing to bits grinding his teeth as those first few drops of pre-cum started to come out of his organ. When Ogma pushed his head through the forest of black hair and planted a little kiss on the base of the man's neck that was it.
Navarre came just as hard as Ogma had if not harder. His semen sprayed his chest so that now he had cum on his front and back which is something that Ogma would never let him live down had they been in a normal situation. When Ogma let him go Navarre quickly crumbled into a heap which made Ogma laugh. He kept laughing as a blue blur took him off his feet and back into the dirt. Caeda's fingers danced along the exhausted Ogma's chest as he wriggled beneath her and as Navarre brushed his hair over his face to hide his smile. The sneaky swordsman reached out and gave his liege's bare sole a poke as well making her giggle along as well while Ogma caught Navarre's other arm and began stroking inside his pit.
The three laughed their heads off in a happy pile with the de-feeted Ogma until a burst of smoke overtook the arena. A bedraggled Loki strode her way through the smoke carrying one broken sandal in her hands and doing her best to keep her chest in her destroyed top with the other. She tried to affect an air of haughtiness but she couldn't get over the sensation of Caeda's teeth and nails on her skin earlier.
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There was no denying that the next part would be about vengeance. So when she raised her hands and the smoke cleared it did her heart good to see Caeda trapped in stocks with her feet before her and both her protectors on either side of her. Both men were of course also in stocks but Loki had been a bit crueler to them, Ogma and Navarre both had ballgags forced between their lips and blindfolds obscuring their eyes. The men struggled and "Mmmph'd" in their bonds as Caeda looked worriedly from each other before back to Loki.
"Oh don't worry sweetie. Since those two had such a blast and all we're just going to have another little tickle match. You see you not the only one who's been dying for Oggy there to lighten up."
The portcullis into the arena lifted allowing Merric and Prince Marth to walk in. The two had their eyes set on the be-stocked trio and were eagerly pulling the leash of a tall redheaded man to get him to follow them. Michalis sighed as his long hair was adorned with a variety of feathers, forks, and brushes that hung from the gorgeous locks. Caeda scrunched her toes as the trio knelt before her and her helpless bodyguard's defenseless feet.
"Now remember just say you give up if want it to stop," Loki said as she magicked a ball-gag between Caeda's teeth. "Don't forget to speak clearly!"
