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Turning Over a New Leif. (A Fire Emblem Heroes Ticklefic) */M */F F/M M?M

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Leif woke with a start, he hoped that nobody had seen him taking a nap in here as it just wouldn't do for those following him to think he was lazing about. Lord Sigurd, the new commander of the Order of Heroes had tasked him with leading this squad and he took the responsibility seriously. They'd come out here by the border to Nifl to investigate reports of a new Hero having been spotted. An olive-skinned archer had been spotted selling his services to the locals. Now Leif of Leonster led a group of volunteers to come and join with the Order at the castle. Leif looked over his motley crew and sighed at how little attention they'd even paid his doziness.

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The stern pegasus knight Catria lectured the Monk Azama about some sort of prank he'd pulled. That was most likely the reason that the mage Ewan was dripping with water. The armor knight Arden laughed at the scene while the swordsman Lloyd sighed at it. Arden saw he'd woken up and was quick to ruffle little Leif's hair.

"Have a good sleep milord? We saw you'd dozed off but it had been a heck of a march to get here so we all decided to let you sleep," he said jovially causing a pout to sneak up on Leif. He'd fought in a liberation, a holy war and now took place in a battle pulling Heroes from time and space but was still being treated as if he was a child with milk on his chin.

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He could forgive Arden he supposed since the man had fought alongside his father but the way Ewan was looking at him smugly despite being dripping wet was bothering him greatly. Lloyd followed his gaze stood up and pulled the mages headpiece right off earning a pained whine from him. When he chased him to get it back it was thrown right over his head to Azama who threw it to Arden who tossed it right back. The little redhead chased it about as Catria continued her lecture and Leif smiled. He stopped for a second and looked about before realizing that they were missing someone.

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"Where-"

"Oh don't even ask," Catria interrupted with a huff. "His noblest was the only one who wanted to wake you up and said he was going to go patrol when I told him if he did I'd turn him into a tea set."

"Is he really a noble?" Ewan asked as he adjusted his newly reclaimed headband. "He's nothing like the ones I knew about back home, even the princes seemed to be more about fighting than him!"

"It does take all sorts to make a world, nobody said they would all be good though," Azama chimed in as Ewan kept his hands protectively on what was his.

"He's the exact kind of person I probably would have ended up-"

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"No more of that Lloyd! Ferdinand is our ally and someone we'll have to learn to trust. He came with us because he believes he knows this Hero we've come out here to save so he'll be invaluable. Now I want no more talk like that. We need to be careful here. We have no idea what this building is or what it was used for but we know nobodies here. At the moment at least. Still, we're all to be careful. Azama fetch Ferdinand at once, it's much easier for us to simply secure the entrances for a place this secure than to bother patrolling around outside it."

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"The little lord must have had a dream about being a leader and decided to make it a reality. Very well, I'll fetch our wayward ally though we should all be fully prepared for what could happen to us. We all know what's happened to our comrades." Leif's toes curled in his boots at the thought of that and his mind wandered for a second to a great wall of feet all trapped and bearing nameplates.
"Oh? Were you not aware of that Milord? You now seem concerned. It's unfortunate that my words did that but no more comforting for me either. Here perhaps to earn some mercy from our future captors I should show some initiative." Azama slipped himself free of his geta sandals and threw them down the hall. The toes of his now bare size 12 wiggled against the cold stone floor and Leif's ears burned at the sight.

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The monk strode off either oblivious to the death stare from Catria or simply just not caring as Leif turned to a worried-looking Ewan.

"H-he's got a point. A lot of the others have been captured and I'm p-pretty sure that this plac-place was used for some-something like that." Ewan had a point Leif conceded. From what they'd found in this place it did not seem to have been used for anything nice. Thick walls and many rooms that led nowhere had led them to believe this was a prison at first. The strange jackets and tubs though had made them realize what it was actually. Whoever this archer was that they'd come out to save, he was sheltering himself in an asylum.

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"Ewan there's no need to worry. We've searched through this place thoroughly and found nobody. Nobody is in here with us and we've sealed all the exits but the one we're defending. The torch we placed outside will signal to our wayward rogue to investigate in here and that'll be our rendezvous. Should any enemies do so they'll be forced to enter single file and as such will be easy prey for a mage like yourself."

"I su-suppose that makes sense, what about Ferdinand though? Is that wh-why you sent Mister Azama to go and get him? Should I take my shoes off like him?"

"Do not take your shoes off Ewan, Mister Azama only did that to vex little Lord Leif," Lloyd said as he put a reassuring arm around the little mages shoulder. The shorter of the pair jumped at first at the contact but a smile crept over his face all the same. "The plans sound and the only wrinkle is mister the noblest out there making a fuss."

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"Someone else is outside?! Well, we need to go get them! Who on earth could be so foolish as to go against such a great plan as Leif's?"
Ferdinand strode into the gesturing wildly and taking Leif into a tight embrace before the short lord could escape. While he had him Leif felt fingers attacking his boots and tried to wriggle free. Lloyd and Arden saw and pulled the two apart but Ferdie still came away holding one of the white boots and a sock in his hand.
"What are you all doing?! Why are your shoes still on? Leif's plan is brilliant and you're ruining it," Ferdinand exclaimed with a pout and a stomp. The slapping sound that accompanied it drew Leif's eyes down and he saw now that the noble was barefoot.

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Azama strode in behind him without care or a pair of shoes in the world and Leif put two and two together.
"Azama what exactly is my plan that Ferdinand is so taken with? Please share it with us."

"Why Lord Leif your so humble. A brilliant mind like your own shines so like a diamond compared to my own which is so dull. You decided that in addition to luring our new Hero to us, that it couldn't hurt to thin the enemies in the area. We know exactly what these things like to target and as such our bared tootsies would be the perfect cheese in this rattrap. I do so hope that doesn't backfire on us though. Get us dragged out into the night to end up a slutty, sticky dancing boy like Lord Corrin."

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"Quite the plan you said I've come up with Azama. You've either got a mind for lies or tactics, I can't quite tell."

"Wait, I do not understand," Ferdinand interjected while rubbing his temple. "Are you saying that Lord Leif did not come up with this plan? Was I tricked by the dastard masquerading as our healer? I knew I never should have trusted somebody of as dubious character as yourself! To think you would take advantage of a noble like this!"

"Why I would never, your highness! You simply are rushing to conclusions and allowing your justified ideas about me to rush along your already much too strong sense of justice. It's completely understandable that you don't trust me but please don't take that out on Lord Leif!"

"Your words have moved me Azama," Ferdinand said with a hand placed proudly on his breast. To have doubted you is quite the blunder on my part and one I'll work double-time to clear! Allow me to help some of you get your shoes off!"

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Ewan ran in fear as the hyperactive nobleman charged him and Catria. She aimed a kick right at the young idiot but only succeeded in getting her legs caught. Helping a lady dress had been part of Ferdinand Von Aegir's training as a young noble and in seconds he had the laces of her thigh-high boot undone and was pinching the toe of her sock to peel it away with the shoes. The sensible sister almost fell on her rear but the cavalryman would never allow that and caught her in his arms, allowing him easy access to her other foot which was stripped bare in what seemed to be a split-second. Lloyd and Arden charged forward and pulled the two apart with Ferdinand receiving a hard punch in the nose the second Catria was free of his arms to pay him back for touching her. Through all of this Azama was covering his mouth so as not to show how big his smile had gotten.

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"Ahh! My friends, I do not understand why your hampering Lord Leif's plans like this! Arden my good man I thought you would be the most inclined to help our leader with this! And Lloyd why haven't you taken your socks off?!"

"What are you going on about-what?!" Lloyd looked down and saw that he was now indeed clad in only his thin white socks. "The devil?" He exclaimed as he looked back to see his boots back where they'd stayed fixed as he'd moved to help his friends. He hadn't even noticed himself stepping right out of them. The whole group as one though watched as the boots slowly seemed to grow translucent and fade right before their eyes. "What the hell was that?" Lloyd yelled as he looked around the group for any kind of answer. Leif did a quick scan of the room and realized that not only had Catria's discarded shoes and his own confiscated boot pulled similar disappearing acts but that also they were short a member of their group.

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"Where is Ewan? Has anybody seen him?" Leif exclaimed as soon as he realized the mage's absence. His words made the group stop their fighting stop fighting and start searching around for the youngest of their party. Arden lifted up the beds in the room and tossed them aside in a panic as he called out for his little buddy.

"He ran out of here in a panic at Ferdinand's foolhardiness. I do believe you scared the little one. I thought he was simply around the corner myself." They all turned towards Azama in a wave of anger at his words. Lloyd stalked forwards and took the monk by his clothes to lift him off the ground.

"This is your fault! He got scared because of your stupid games! If you were in a group I led, I'd kill you right here for this kind of stupidity!"

"Aha-hahaha, forgive me but the threat of death just seems so quaint in a world like this. I doubt it's a stranger to anyone here but still after so long in a world that seemed to be dedicated to pinching our toes to make us go 'teehee' seeing somebody say they'll kill someone seems as ridiculous as if you threatened to tickle somebody back in our own homeworlds. That you can say it with a straight face is a testament to either your character or stupidity."

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Azama brushed Lloyd off of him and dusted his robes off seemingly oblivious to the dagger the rest of their cadre glared at him. "I will apologize for my games but all I sought to do was lighten the mood in here. With all respect to our leader while I do believe that we should search for the little one I do believe that the first thing we should do is check that we are still alone in here. I will go an look for young Ewan and implore the rest of you to bar the entrance at least momentarily."

Azama began walking away from the group while talking still showing no more interest in their rage than before. "I believe I know exactly where he may have gone to hide so I will find him, I believe. Of course, I am not the leader so feel free to discard my words as you see fit. I won't lie and say I'm not interested in life of endless pleasurable stimulation as opposed to one of endless combat and bloodshed though I suppose they both end the same-"

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His ambling stopped suddenly and the group looked to each other for guidance before Arden marched over, he peered around the corner before turning back to them.

"It's a regular hallway like any other but he's just gone! His staff is lying on the ground!" The group went pale and started panicking except Leif. His eyes were fixated on something. A pale and clammy hand sneaking around the corner and trying to close around Arden's ankle. He shoved Ferdinand out of the way and dashed across the room to stab it with his blade quickly. An ear-piercing shriek filled the room and it retreated back around the corner. He waved his hand to follow and the group did except Lloyd who tripped over his missing boots that had been made invisible. They all peered around the corner to see nothing just as Arden had described. However, Leif stopped Ferdinand from walking any further. He picked up a stone and threw it down the hallway where it disappeared and seemed to make the scene ripple. There was a low rumble and suddenly dozens of those tiny hands from before erupted from the still scene towards the group.

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They ran as fast as they could and headed towards the entrance to try and re-group outside. However, at arriving there, they found the doors sealed. Arden stepped forward and hacked at it with his sword but it stood unchanged. A scream from behind them showed what looked like a hospital with restraints rolling towards them at a breakneck speed of its own power. Leif signaled to his group to run and they did so at his orders following him down a different hall than the trapped one before. They entered a long hallway marked with various barred doors that opened to small rooms that contained two beds and nothing else. A screech made them all look up and they saw a wedge of three beds just like the one chasing them turn the corner and start barreling towards them. If they stayed in the hallway they'd be run down for sure so at Leif's order they all ducked into one of the rooms. The lord's small frame was first, with Catria following him and then Ferdinand tripping over his own big feet into the room. To their horror though Arden wasn't fast enough and leather straps closed around the knight's biceps.

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Leif grabbed at the knight's armored hand and tried to pull him into the room with them but wasn't strong enough. Catria and Ferdinand tried to help him but all three together didn't come close to equaling the weight of the massive man in the heavy armor. The straps pulled him back and he fell back onto one of the beds where more of the straps secured him down. The one with the new passenger suddenly reversed down the hall towards the looming darkness as Arden's boots dissolved off his feet while the other two extended straps towards the group. They wrapped around Catria's wrist and tried pulling her out of the room but Leif was smart enough to jump forward and slam the thick iron door closed on the straps. The second he did so the straps fell away and the pegasus knight fell back gasping.

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More straps surged through the gaps in the bars though and pulled Leif against the cold metal. He struggled in them but they soon looped around his remaining boot and pulled it away and off into the darkness. His sock had vanished at some point and soon he felt leather tongues and cold belt buckles sliding in between his warm toes. He thrashed against the bars and tried to get free but found the straps trying to tighten around his wrists and one trying to snake around his waist.
Catria tried to pull him free but one of the straps got her wrists and pulled them through, they were then secured and she was securely fastened and pulled until she was atop the suspended Leif and the two were fighting to keep from locking lips. One more strap tried to work its way around their heads and make sure they did that but the two were giving just enough of a fight to prevent it even if Catria was getting a similar treatment from the two leather tentacles playing in her armpits.

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Ferdinand tried to use his dagger to saw at their restraints but had to brace to pull and made the mistake of putting his barefoot on the bar. A strap quickly encircled it and buckled it down on the bar. The tip of another strap started stroking the pedicured size 12 through the metal and the young noble had to try and block out the sensation as he sawed at Leif's bindings. He knew that if he gave into the giggles wracking his body that all three of them would just end up in a tied down pile trapped and laughing. Finally, the one around Leif's stomach gave way and Ferdinand collapsed in a laughing pile his other foot was captured and dragged into a similar situation. Leif slipped his way out from under his two comrades and set to work freeing them from the outside of the pile finding it much easier now that he wasn't being tickled.

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After Leif freed the others the trio sat on the floor breathing heavily with flushed faces. Catria broke the silence first.

"How many did we lose? Ewan's still lost and we know that Arden and Azama are captured. Is it just us?"

"Now that I think I don't believe Sir Lloyd was with us when we fled, so we don't know what's happened to him. Leif, I cannot apologize enough for my foolishness in being tricked by that rabble-rouser Azama."

"It's fine Ferdinand, that's the farthest thing in my mind right now. We need to figure out what to do now. We're stuck here until those move on. Can anyone check if they're still out there safely? I'd rather not repeat that experience."

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Catria, dependable as always stepped forward to check. She peered through the bars into the hallway and saw one of the beds still zooming up and down in patrol. However, she also noticed that it was occupied with a small form strapped down and it's surprisingly big feet being teased by more straps as it's captor rolled on.

"There's one out there and I'm pretty sure it has Ewan. I don't see anymore though so I think it's just one-" Catria was interrupted by Leif putting a finger to his own lips in a signal. He drew her eyes to the bed in the room. They hadn't paid much attention to it when they'd first sheltered in here but now that Leif was drawing attention to it the group all saw a pair of feet just peeking from under the sheet. He signaled to his friends and they surrounded the bed before diving atop the unmistakable lump of somebody hiding beneath the sheets. Their guest reacted and tried to flee but Ferd head locked and pulled out his pair of small tanned feet. Catria drove down on the back and forced their victim's arms behind his back so that Leif could pull the sheets back and expose the stranger.

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He seemed only a few years older than Leif and the first thing that struck him was the strange braid that hung from his hair. It flopped about as the man howled and struggled from Ferdinand dancing his fingers all along his trapped feet. Catria dug her nails into his ribs after she got his small cape out of the way as Leif asked him simply.

"Who are you?"
However, he was far too bust laughing his head off as Ferdinand now began twiddling each of the brown toes of his foot.

"Juhuhst stahahp and lehehet me explain! Daahahmmit is that Ferdinahahnd?!"

"Hmm? You know me-Oh! Claude is that you? By the goddess, I thought these seemed familiar. A little bit of academy cloth between the toes still. Allow me to get that for you, my friend."

"No! Fer-deheHEHEDINAND NOHOOO!"

"Ferdinand you know him? Is he the hero we came here to save?" Leif asked as Catria continued to dig into the Riegan heir's ribs out of frustration.

"Most likely. He does wield a bow as the orders said."

"I was actually out here to meet up wit-GAHAHAHA" Claude broke back down into laughter as Catria continued to work her nails along his back.

"So why did he hide from us then? What aren't you telling us!"

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The middle whitewing was frustrated but still, Ferdinand and Leif tried to pull her off of their find so that they could have a civil discussion. She struggled in their arms and still refused to let him up until she snickered and broke out in laughter.

"F-fihine, Fine! Ahha'll stop! Ferdinahahnd leave my fohohoot alone!" Leif and Ferdinand looked to each other and saw they both had their arms full of Catria were nowhere near her feet. All four looked down to see a pair of hands emerging from beneath the bed. They were gnarled and grey-skinned which made them contrast with the pale skin of the blue-haired pegasus knight whose ankle they clutched and who's pink-tinted sole they stroked.


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They disappeared under the bed and tried to reel her in with them. Catria fell to the ground and scrabbled to find something to hold onto. Leif, Ferdinand and now even Claude all grabbed her by the arms and tried to pull her free.

"DON'T LET GO! HEHELP! AHAHA GAWDESS WHAT IS IT DOING TO MY TOHOHOES," she screamed as despite her friend's best efforts more and more of her was being pulled under.
The bed beneath them erupted and from the center came even three ghostly figures that each wrapped their arms around the three boys waists and tried to pull them down the gaping hole that they'd all come from. They each screamed and grappled with their new captors losing their grips on Catria who was pulled beneath the bed laughing frantically until she just suddenly stopped.

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The specters pulled each of them closer to that hole and whatever waited inside there. Ferdinand managed to hook his buffed and scrumptious feet on the bedpost to hold on but the specter put its dry lips to his stomach and blew making him dissolve into a limp and giggly mess. Claude was almost down the hole but started laying elbows into the creature trying to pull him away, in response though his arm was seized and a slimy tongue rolled up his armpit causing him to howl in laughter. Leif was the farthest from the hole and as a result, hadn't been grabbed as securely as the other two. Instead, he was being pulled by the ankle just like Catria was. He pulled and struggled but his toes were idly twiddled as he was pulled making him pretty much helpless.

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Finally, with a scream, Ferdinand was pulled down the hole and the two specters holding Leif and Claude dissolved like smoke. Leif ripped the sheets off the cot and threw aside the mattress looking for some kind of sign of his missing friends while Claude tried to get his breath back. Neither paid much attention as the room darkened slightly or when it went back to normal. It was only when a frustrated Leif looked up he realized that now Claude was gone too. The little lord did his best not to scream in frustration and instead pulled his knees to his chest and tried to breathe deep just as Finn had taught him. He'd lost friends before and he'd gotten them back. He'd do the same here no matter what. He promised himself when he heard a roar behind him. The discarded mattress he'd upended now had hands pushing their way out from beneath it. The specters were climbing their way out towards him when the Leonster heir ran.

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He fled out of the cell and closed the door behind him as they got to the bars and still tried to reach for him. He backed against the wall to try and get as far as he could from them. He looked up and down the halls and saw nothing but non-descript darkness until a light came on behind a door down the hall. Leif was hesitant at first but the feeling a cold and skeletal finger sliding down his back made him scream and run. His eyes were screwed shut but he still heard the sound of his armor clanking as it hit the ground and knew what had been done to him. He peered inside the room the light was emanating from and tried not to think about what was in this hallway with him.

"NOHOOO! STAHAHAP! PLEEAHESE I CAHAHN'T TAHAHKE ANYMORE!"

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Inside his friend, Arden was stripped naked and collapsed against a stone wall. Leif saw no signs of anything or anyone in there that would warrant the kind of begging the strong and tough armor knight was doing. It wasn't until Leif tried to open the door to help him that it happened. From somewhere Leif couldn't see a solid clump of some kind of powder was thrown and caught Arden full in his barrel-chest. The powerful man fell to his knees and ran his fingers all over his body as he howled in a ticklish agony, ignoring how his actions were simply spreading the powder all over his skin. He pounded his fists and wailed as he sank further to the ground.

"MAHAHAKE IT STAHAP! IT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUCH! HEHEHELP!"

Arden tried to stand up but made a colossal mistake as a big deposit of the powder that had been resting atop on of his pecs fell and struck across his erect green-fuzzed cock. Both his eyes and Leif's bulged at the sight. Arden fell onto his rear as his thick fingers madly scrambled over his crotch to try and scratch every inch of his flesh that all at once felt like it was being attacked by a million fingers and fluffing feathers.

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Leif tried to look away not willing to see one so kind go through something like this but his chin was seized by a cold and bony hand. It turned his head and forced him to look at it while a voice straight from the grave whispered into his ear.

"Your friend is putting on such a show for you. It would be quite rude to look away, Little Lord Leif. I did go to such trouble to give you all a stage. Don't you want to help him?"
A cold hand stepped its fingers along Leif's hip to get to his trousers. He tried to turn away but found his hands roughly pinned to his sides by more skeletal hands that kept him still those fingers dove into his trousers and pulled forth his cock. It was a testament to how much this excited Leif that it could stay up in the grip of those freezing cold bones. Still, as they closed around it Leif didn't pull away as the tip stroked down his shaft until...

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Inside the room, Leif's eyes widened as Arden was suddenly blasted with water at a high enough velocity to push the massive man against the wall in reaction to what he'd just been forced into. The water was strong enough to clean whatever that hellish powder that had been scarring his friend off but still the armored knight laughed as smaller jets activated and blasted him in all his most sensitive spots with bullseye accuracy. He tried to shield them but more fired from a different angle to target the man's massive soles and bring him down to his knees. Leif leaked water from his eyes at the sight of a man who had not only been sitting with him happily telling him stories of his lord father and how kind he had been to him.

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That man who had pinched Leif's ribs and told him that he'd inherited that spot from his mom and her brother was now laughing his head while begging for mercy and he couldn't stand it. Remembering a trick Eyvel had taught him he spun out of the grip of all those bony hands even if they tore away his trousers as they did so. He took off in a panic vowing that he'd come back and save Arden but staying the stress ball of ghosts would do nothing to help him as of now. He ran as fast as he could in the darkness until he collided with a solid wall and fell on his backside. The wall before him lit up as if it was a doorway and showed him another scene.

"Mmmpph!! Guhuhmmph," went a gagged Ewan. The young mage was mummified from his ankles to his knees in a kind of extended strait-jacket. His face was rapidly approaching the flush level to match his hair as he hung upside down in his bonds. The little redhead kicked his surprisingly big feet back and forth in protest at the strong fingers drawing along them. Leif had to hold his lunch at the sight of his tormentors. They looked like humans but with facial features distorted to the point of the grotesque. Some had heads smaller than the lad's feet but massive bodies, others lacked noses and eyes or had massive versions of one eye or lacked mouths.

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The creatures for lack of a better word attacked Ewan with tickles of two different types. At his feet, they were roughly poking the pillowy soles hard enough to flush the creamy skin or dragging their massive overbites along the heel while biting hard at the toes. Down upon the mage boy's red hot face though it was like night and day. Nothing but tender touches and strokes. His tears being wiped away with tender touched from blistered claws and his puffed cheeks being soothed with damp cloths provided by nightmarish horrors in ripped straitjackets. Ewan's eyes bulged in abject terror but his hair was still stroked and petted as if kind grandmothers were calming his night terrors rather than horrid ghouls playing his feet like instruments. Leif tried to get up and help his friend but found his hands stuck to the freezing cold floor by their palms.

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A skeletal hand rose before him from the darkness beneath him and gently pushed the hair from his eyes. Though he could only barely see them he saw another pair of bony hands approaching his helpless feet. They trailed fingers along their helpless tops and delighted at how feet wiggled and tried to escape. That same voice whispered in Leif's ear mockingly.

"Poor child, such an unfortunate fate to be used like so by monsters. His leader left him and now there's nothing to be done. Unless you'd like to do something to help him? Give something up?"

"You hehehe know that I'd...ahahee give anythihing to help my frien-friends hehehee!" Leif barely managed as the teasing tickles to his feet continued. He knew that Ewan was a cowardly boy who was self-conscious about the size of his feet.

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Back at Castle Askr one day he'd found the young man sulking after tripping over them as he ran about in his usual rush. Leif had had a frank discussion with him which had led to the revelation about how much the boy hated the massive feet that only slowed down someone of his size. Size 9 wasn't that big but for someone as short as him it was quite comical. The little mage's feet were almost three times the size of his hands and Leif wondered if failure to grow with age was some kind of infliction caused by spell tomes as it affected quite a few mages in the Order. He'd apparently received quite a bit of teasing in his day about "These damned flippers" he'd called them. Leif had squeezed the short mages hips to put a smile on his face before explaining how he wished his own feet would grow. Despite his age, the young prince's feet were actually smaller than his mother's and almost three times smaller than his lord father's. This had led to the two forming a friendship based on their self-consciousness about this frankly ridiculous subject and was the reason the mage had volunteered for this mission.

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Now to see the neurotic young adult trapped in a room of freaks screaming for mercy into a gag was quite the torture for the young Lord.

"Of course hehehe I'll do anything to-tohoho save my friehehend!"

"Wonderful dedication little lord," the voice whispered and like smoke the creatures tormenting his friend vanished. Ewan sagged in his bonds at the break and Leif's hands came unstuck as a roar behind him got the lord up and once more fleeing. Though Leif didn't see the scene of his friend continue playing. With all the occupants of his cell shooed away the spider that dwelled in its ceiling was left to play. The arachnid lowered itself to investigate these big new denizen's and run it's hairy legs in between those toes to search for food.

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Leif heard Ewan screaming though the gag and ran back to try and save his friend but when he arrived he found his cell had gone dark. The hands seized Leif by his wrists and pulled his hands up over his head, higher and higher they went until his toes were just scraping the ground. He felt a cold knife slide up his belly and his shirt was peeled away to now leave him completely naked. Singular bony fingers slid up and down his body so devilishly slowly as his whole body quaked in fear and ticklish sensations. He had to blink as the cell before him lighting back up blinded him for a second. Now sitting in the room was the Black Fang, Lloyd. He sat in a more classic straitjacket that only inhibited his arms. His pants and underwear had been completely stripped away so that Leif was given a full view of his muscular legs and long cock, he was so close that he could almost count each and every one of the blonde hairs on the man's body.

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A skeletal hand formed before Leif and took a handful of his chubby tummy and the Prince observed a bulge forming in Lloyd's restraints that mirrored the positioning. Another hand twirled a finger in Leif's pit before rubbing a pair of fingers along his dark nipple and sure enough, this was mirrored with Lloyd's own punishment. The handsome swordsman kicked his legs and howled like a wolf at the torment while Leif grit his teeth and tried to bear it. A single finger poked into Leif's taint and made him yelp as it dragged it's way up his body slowly. When it reached his stomach he saw it form similarly in Lloyd's jacket and once again copy the movements. Leif squirmed from the slow touches but Lloyd was going ballistic in his padded cell.

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The voice whispered in Leif's ear again while another cold finger stroked in between his buttcheeks.

"Oh, the poor little Prince. He came back and look what happened. Now he's an instrument with which his friend is played. The poor baby should have just kept running. Now he's stuck here, a dangling tickly piece of meat. But I do suppose he could get another chance. Ask me to play with those bubbly little feet of yours my little runaway. Do so and I'll release the prisoner in there.".

Leif pulled from side to as the fingers all began stroking down his hips and butt heading towards his dangling feet. All except the two playing his chest. They stayed so that Lloyd could share in the fun. Leif twitched and turned but finally stammered out the toe-curling admission.

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"Pl-please play with my feeeheet!"

"Such a good boy," the voice boomed. Leif watched as inside the cell. Lloyd was released from the straitjacket. However, the hands stayed attacking his chest. Now he was free to ineffectively slap at them and the four more hands that now attacked his legs and feet as the naked swordsman rolled and thrashed at the attacks. Leif looked away from the sight as he'd expected about as much but swallowed hard at the sight of a pair of stocks floating towards him. The seconds his hands were released though he took off running in the opposite direction from them.

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He spared a sad glance back to see Lloyd wailing as the ghostly hands lifted him by cock and forced him to arch up into their tickles for fear of losing them. Leif remembered how the swordsman had been avoided by the other heroes back at the castle. Leif had been the first one to try and talk to him and his brother, Linus but while the bigger of the two had brushed him off, Lloyd had just ignored him. Leif had tried time and time again to get him to defrost but had just been continually ignored. Even after Lord Eliwood had pulled him aside and explained why the Heroes of his world behaved this way to the Reed's still Leif continued to try and befriend them. Eventually, Linus had warmed to him but Lloyd stayed stubborn. Finally one day Leif had brought a necklace as a gift for the swordsman and gotten something beyond a cold shoulder.

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Lloyd had jumped on the little lord and ripped off his boots and socks. Leif had been sobbing as the leader of the Black Fangs had flossed his little toes with the very gift before giving him a warning.

"You keep bugging me kid and this is what's gonna keep happening. In my world Royals, Nobles and Bluebloods of all kinds were my enemies. You keep away or I'll put you on that list."
Lloyd had kept him like that for a good while Linus had held back not only Finn but also Leif's father. They'd both been surprised when Leif had shown up the next day sans shoes and socks.

"To make things easier for you," had been the Leonster heir's explanation. "We're going to be friends. We're already allies so why not."
Lloyd had fallen on his rear laughing at that assertion and indeed they had become friends with Leif even having become close with the other Fangs.

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Leif now promised that Lloyd was at the top of the list of people he'd save as he ran on and tried to take in another cell that he'd spied in the gloom. He slammed the door behind him and recoiled at the sight of those damn skeletal hands beckoning him closer to the bars. He continued to step back until he collided with something in the cell that clattered over. He turned to find a stone statue of his ally Catria, frozen in a position of terror. The pegasus knight shielded her face and seemed to have been frozen in a crouch. At the bottom of the gray stone though Leif noticed an important detail. Catria's feet were still pink and hale, seemingly unaffected by the curse. Gloved hands descended from the ceiling and swarmed around the helpless feet. Their toes curled in fright showing Leif that inside that prison Catria was very much aware of the stimuli.

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They ran fingers along the soles and pulled open the toes to twiddle them back and forth as the helpless things shook under their touch. Leif dove forward to try and swat them away to protect his friend but found that his hands passed right through them. He slapped, beat and begged for them to stop but more and more descended from the ceiling wielding tools. Catria's toes were feathered, her soles drawn on and her heels pumiced all too frantic wiggling from the feet themselves but stone silence from the trapped whitewing. All the times that the woman had helped him back at the castle played through Leif's mind unbidden as he tried desperately to help her but could do nothing. Her giving his hips a squeeze when he was glum, him helping her and Palla get the upper-hand on their youngest sister in a tickle fight. Even the advice she gave him about what Nanna would like as a gift all played through his mind as he tried to slap away these hands through tear-filled eyes.

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"Helpless once again little Prince? My goodness, what are you useful for? You haven't been able to save a single one yet! I don't even know if I want to help you after you rudely backed out of our deal. I'm glad this nice young woman was all too willing to cover the agreement though."

"What?! Release her at once you evil specter! Please! I'm sorry for backing out but-"

"SPECTER?! INSOLENT LITTLE PUP," boomer the voice making Leif wince. Before him, the smoke billowed up and took the tall form of Queen Hel. Leif tried to flee but she quickly took him into her arms to prevent that. Leif tried to get away but the bony hands playing with his ribs quickly turned him into a giggling sack of potatoes in her grip. She sat down with the young prince in her lap and traced a finger along with his tum while watching the hands play with the state's feet. "You violated our agreement little lord and I was in the mood to count piggies. Thankfully I had a good replacement all lined so that I could take out that urge. Well, actually a few."

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The scene around them blurred and changed. Catria and the hands were gone, now replaced with various non-descript machines and a table that contained a man's form wrapped tightly in a bandaged cocoon. Only his large feet protruded where the dusting of brown, bristly hairs told Leif that he had found Azama's fate. The monk's feet were strapped down atop a pillow so that bandaged doctors could tend to them. They applied tape to the tops and ripped it away to strip away the very hairs Leif had used to identify them. One dabbed the soles with a wet rag before placing a cold piece of metal into the arch, Azama's entire frame went into convulsions at the contact until it was removed and the doctor wrote some kind of notes upon his cocoon. More of them crowded around to drag feather-bladed scalpels along the balls of his feet and between the toes.

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Leif thrashed in his captor's arms, trying to save his friend while the scene again shifted and Hel cooed into his ear. Now he was in a dim and damp room with warm, moist air that hung heavy. Lined against the tiled walls were bathtubs that each had long covers stretched over their tops. Droplets congealed on their sides and steam escaped from under the cover letting Leif know they were full and HOT. He heard a muffled scream and spied one that a familiar orange-haired head protruding from it. He tried to run to Ferdinand but Hel grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him skyward. He looked up to suddenly have his face smothered by a pair of long and elegant, size 18's. He struggled and tried but Hel's mammoth feet rubbed along his face as she teased a cold finger down his foot.

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"Now it's poor Ferdinand's turn. The handsome young man was a gem but needed a bit of polishing. A nice long bath was the exact thing he needed."
Peeking between the long soles Leif saw that Ferdinand had a gag stuffed between his lips and that there were multiple shapes wriggling beneath the tub cover. He seemed to be turning red from not just the heat and was putting up quite the struggle under there. Finally, with a great burst of energy, the cover tore and one of Ferdinand's gorgeously groomed size 12's broke the surface, ripping through the tub cover which sealed behind it to trap the pink foot out in the gold. Hel dangled Leif like a fish on a line until his nose just barely touching Ferdie's foot. A pair of hands pinned his hands to his sides to make it so that Leif could do nothing as Ferdinand still thrashed from whatever was in the water with him playing with his submerged form.

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An icy voice whispered in Leif's ear, "Taste it, lick it," while Hel laughed above him.

"Now that is a delightful shade of pink. I personally can't wait until his whole body is that color. Come now, little lord help your friend! Give it a taste and let's move on.

Leif's face screwed up at the order but he had been thinking about it already and of that he was ashamed. Even before coming here, the sight of large feet had excited the little lord. Whether it was when he saw Selphina slip out of her boots after a long day or even the hairy tops of Dagdar's massive things, he was always suppressing a squeal of glee. He'd been disappointed the first time he'd seen how teeny Eyvel's were but overhearing her talking in Askr about her sister's own massive feet had made him need to excuse himself. Still, as a young man of noble lineage, he'd never act on something like this but now with Ferdinand's 12 filling his vision and the blood rushing to his aching and sticky dick, he couldn't hold it back.

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Leif's tongue slipped out and dragged up Ferd's sole making the young noble moan into his gag and Hel laugh at how she'd made these boys debase themselves. She carefully watched the path the little organ took and dragged her own finger along Leif's sole to match it and make the cute little fish she'd landed dance on the hook. Finally, with an evil laugh, she let go and Leif tumbled right through the cloth covering the tub ripping straight through. He surfaced in a completely different room atop a luxuriously adorned bed. The sheets beneath him felt as if they were the softest velvet in this or any realm

"Don't...move," hissed a voice in the dark with him. Leif turned his head to look at the source and saw that Claude fellow that they'd come to save him going pale at his advice being ignored. Just as before in the cells, hands came up as if they had been waiting beneath the sheets. Their long fingers dove into Leif's navel and wrapped around Claude's ankle to pull him away. Leif kicked and bucked at the hand made of the same mind destroyingly soft material swirling around his navel to drive him wild.

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Claude didn't fare much better as the Almyran's hands were forced behind his back while he was rolled over on his side. His olive cock was stroked from the tip down to his balls by a single finger that had him biting his lip and crossing his eyes. Leif's cute feet were finally caught and pinned down to allow fingers to force themselves between each of his little toes where they twisted and enjoyed the bubbly laughter from the young prince. Claude felt soft fingers invade his ears and start tracing the cup making him kick his feet as he howled. Leif found fingers stroking between his buttcheeks making him weep as he tried his best to crawl away from the soft tickling that was making him so hard. Both boys thrashed about on the bed as the hands devoured them while Hel watched.

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Leif felt his cock being teased to eruption and screwed his eyes shut to try and make it go away. When the attack stopped suddenly he tensed. Opening his eyes he saw Claude, the bed, and the damnable hands were all gone. He was in endless darkness with only Hel sat upon a throne before him. The Queen of the Dead flexed her long toes and despite everything, the young prince's eyes snapped to them. He swallowed hard and tried to look away but doing so just showed him all of his friends in there various torments all around him where ever he tried to lay his eyes.

"My dear prince, still rebellious? Quite admirable in my eyes. I could use someone like you in my court. One who can see every single little nook that a rat can escape from. Oh, and of course one who appreciates the finer things." A pair of skeletal hands emerged from the shrouded floor to form a pedestal beneath Hel's ankles. Her massive soles were exposed to Leif and she flexed them in the display making the Princeling flush. He put that from his mind and instead tried to run only to find the way blocked by another bed filled with grasping hands.

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"Still rebellious? Impressive. I will offer you a deal. I will release all of them. If you can but just keep quiet." Leif was floated off his feet and struggled best he could as he was deposited into Hel's lap. She took his big toe in between her fingers and twiddled it back and forth as the little struggled and tried to keep silent.
"Mmm now, this chunky thing would be Arden wouldn't it? Escaping first is something he wouldn't like but orders are orders." She moved onto the next toe and stroked along its stem making Leif sputter as his cheeks swelled from trying to contain himself. "Oooh now, this tall drink of water would be that handsome Ferdinand wouldn't it? I guess he's free to go too." Next Leif's middle toe was poked squarely in its pad and he bucked at the unexpected attack but managed to keep himself quiet even as the sharp bone slid down the toe and traveled along the foot as a whole. "Ooh your doing better than I expected, I guess you can have what you came for. Claude is free to go," Hel said as she moved on to the next victim.

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The next toe nearly broke Leif as rather than attack it, Hel instead snuck a poke to his soft heel and stroked upwards into the curling little toe. The young lord of Leonster kept his lips buttoned despite so badly wanting to scream for mercy. Hel frowned at the unsuccessfulness of the attack and rather than tease made a mental note that Lloyd's freedom had been earned. The pinkie toe being gripped earned a low whine from Leif that stopped quickly when Hel turned back to look at the red-faced lord. She twiddled it back and forth, side to side and scratched its little stem but Leif managed to contain himself.
"Oh fine. Ewan's free to go. Now let's make this hard. Two toes for the remaining ones."
Leif's other big toe was first and he was surprised as it was elevated and bitten by the queen. He pounded his fists and shook his head but kept himself quiet. The next toe was attacked by a cold and slimy tongue and still, he managed to hold in and get Azama freed. However, the middle toe being pushed back and a pair of black lips ripping into it with a wet-
"PBBPPT," was too much and Leif broke down into weeping giggles. Hel continued on for a solid few minutes blowing ice-cold wet raspberries all along the 20-year-old prince's legs and feet as he begged her for mercy. Finally, he was thrown upon the ground and his sight blocked by those massive feet pressing on his face.

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"Too bad. You were so close but it looks like not only will you be staying with me little one but also that charming pegasus knight. I have all kinds of games for these quick little feet of yours planned but she's an unexpected party favor. Maybe I'll have her join you in fleeing all kinds of feathery, giggly horrors for my amusement. Or perhaps I'll have her take my daughter's place. We'll just have to see. At least your happy my cute little pet. Why I do believe your right where you want to be."
Leif couldn't speak from where he was but the way his chubby cheeks burned beneath her soles Hel could tell that this one was a fine addition to her collection.

---
Ferdinand's eyes shot open to see a shining sun above him. He tried to sit up but found himself bound. He looked about to see the rest of his group minus Leif and Catria in the same position. He seemed to be the only that had awakened so far.
"Oh, good your awake. I did so look forward to breaking you in personally. I must admit though your feet were quite to play with as you dozed though," A familiar raspy voice came from behind him. Ferdinand's head was picked up and placed in a bony lap and soon his vision was filled with the face of none other than his old housemate, Hubert Von Vestra. The dark mage beamed down at and stroked a finger beneath his chin to tickle right at his neck.

"I've gotta say Hubie your timing isn't great. We're missing a few because of it. Heck if I know why they let most of us go but I suppose only those two they kept know," said Claude as he walked out of the underbrush. Hubert went to say something in his defense but the young house leader instead cut him off by tackling him to the ground. The tall dark mage squirmed as the athletic of the pair easily dominated him and wiggled his fingers against his scrawny chest through his academy uniform.

"MILOHOHORD I'M SORRY BUT WE WEHEHERE BEING FOLLOWED BY AN UNKNOOHONWN FORCE! NO! PLEASE NOT THE NIHIHPPLES MY LIEHEEGE!"

"You shouldn't have kept me waiting then Hubie. Edelgard said that you were all mine to use as I saw fit and that you were to treat me just as you were her. That's boring though and I see what you are into because of those servants of yours. If you wanna get me back that's FIHINE!"
No sooner had the words left the lips of the archer had Hubert grabbed his hips and squeezed. The two rolled and grappled for a few minutes before Claude again got the upper hand stripped Hubie of his shoes and began tickling a report out of those ghostly pale 10's.

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Unbeknownst to any of them though a force of masked men watched them from the brush closely. They'd followed Hubert and his group for a while under orders from Princess Fjorm. Simply to observe until they could complete their objective was what she'd said to do but their grips tightened on their axes at the sight of Hubert's feet coming out of the soft mages shoes. They'd wait until that mage was alone before dragging him back to the Order to bring him to task.
"Uweeheehee" they all giggled as they melted back into the shadows to watch the group and wait for an opportunity.

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Hel sat bored upon her throne as Leo gave his latest report on the locations of various members of the Order of Heroes and who he suggested to be taken next.
She played with the bauble around her neck and peered inside to watch her latest catch run as fast as he could from the feathery tentacles that wound after him. They'd caught him four times already but this creature had a tendency to play with its food a bit too much, and as such had "let" him escape each time. Now as he tried to crawl under a bed to hide while his feet were attacked with feathers from where they protruded she realized that this was probably the end of this particular hunt. She'd leave little Leif in there for maybe a day to get his punishment for being captured for the 19th straight tickle monster before she took it out and made a new one. Maybe she'd be nice this time and give it nice big feet her pet could enjoy.
 
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