Lake Superior
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Merric struggled in the chair unsure of how much longer he had before that idiot magician returned. He wasn't sure how many more of these floor shows he had in him and the man's "improvisation" was making it worse. This outfit he now wore didn't make him think he was about to be treated any better either. The green-haired mage had been shoved into one of the Great Oggo's magic boxes and emerged in this outfit before being tied to this chair and told to wait. He wore what seemed to be a one-piece swimsuit that had satin stockings for his arms that clung tightly to the meager muscles of his arms yet he still sported cuffs on his wrists. His chicken legs had been forced into a pair of dark nylons and he flexed his toes nervously in the high heels that he wore at the end of them. The most demeaning part of it all was the headband with rabbit ears and the tuft of fluff sticking on his rear still made the mage blush when he thought about it.
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The lights flipping on suddenly blinded him just like it always did but this time when the spots cleared from his vision he saw that the location had changed. Now he was on stage with the Great Oggo but they were surrounded by sand and looked down on by Hel and her court. He swallowed as he realized today's venue was to be the arena and this one would have a crowd.
"Master Oggo, I don't think I-ihihiieheehee!"
The magician slid a finger up Merric's forearm which would normally not be too bad but something in the fibers of this outfit amplified the sensations. Just the man's finger felt like a feather sliding along his skin.
"That's because you're not supposed to think my handsome young assistant! You asked to learn my magic and in exchange, you would work as my assistant!"
The magician worked the naughty finger into the folds of the fabric to tickle inside Merric's armpit while mumbling a spell to himself.
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When the spell activated and Merric fell forward out of the chair due to his bonds releasing him, he rubbed his arm sheepishly. He knew that things for him could have been much worse. He was lucky that when all the heroes who'd been captured were put on display that he'd been selected by this strange man rather than be dragged off by some creature like most of the others had been. The man said he was from a world where this was all normal and had numerous kinds of magic he could teach Merric if he was willing to serve as his assistant. Ever the inquisitive mind, he'd agreed instantly and been happy to not end up in ankle stocks like most of the others. That had been eight tickly shows ago and now he regretted not just trying to go with the kappa.
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The shows before Lady Hel were always the worst though especially since she'd gotten her new favorite pet. Sitting on the skeletal woman's lap shaking his blue hair from side to side as his neck was tickled was none other than Merric's close friend from childhood, Marth. The Prince had been captured a few weeks back and since then had been a gleeful participant whenever Oggo needed someone from the audience. Marth took special relish in playing with Merric's soft size 7's and would do it relentlessly until Oggo would pull his assistant away to rehearse their act.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Good evening and thank you once again for joining I, The Great Oggo, and my handsome apprentice Little Merry!"
"I've still yet to agree to that name..." Merric mumbled to himself under his breath. Yet another indignity visited upon him in this his most difficult quest for knowledge yet.
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"Tonight we will astound and amaze you all, the royal court of Hel and Muspel combined with an array of spells, sleight of hand and all kinds of ticklish tricks. First things first nothing up my sleeves-OH WAIT! THERE IS SOMETHING!"
Oggo pulled a handkerchief from beneath his wrist and began pulling a long knotted line of various colored fabric scraps from his sleeve and leaving them in a pile while feigning shock. He opened every show like this and Merric knew better than to try and change the script lest the little rune the evil man had placed on the heels of his feet buzz to life. He feigned surprise and gestured wildly to the pile but to his legitimate surprise, it was actually gone. He looked about on stage for the pile of hankies and saw nothing but a shrugging Oggo.
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Something went tight around his ankle and pulled him to the ground and ins seconds the rainbow fabric serpent was entwining itself all around poor Merric. It wrapped his hands to his hips and continued coiling around him to his utter horror until its tip hovered right before his face. The corner of the fabric fluttered beneath his nose and stayed there as he felt the light tickles pulling an involuntary reaction from deep in his chest.
"Neheheehe-nooo! Staha-ah-AH-AAAH-FTOOO," Merric roared as his toes curled in his heels from the force of the sneeze ripping through his body. Not even wasting a moment the hankie snake was right back to teasing Merric's still red button nose. He thrashed and wiggled under in his bondage but could do nothing.
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"Little Merry my boy don't panic! We've studied this! Just say the magic words to make it stop!"
"Whahahaat?! AH-SHPOO! Nohohooo! They're sohohooo em-emm-ehehemba-AHHHH-CHOOO!!!"
"My dear boy magic is a tricky mistress and not at all fond of being treated like a burden! We have a show to do and it'll be pretty hard to work with you lying there in a sneezy giggly mess!"
Up in the stands Prince Marth's eyes sparkled at the show even as skeletal fingers scratched in his ear he kept one eye pinned on the sight of the handsome young assistant's plight.
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Merric struggled and bucked to try and shake the hankies free but finally had to relent and do as Oggo said. He hated the damn magic incantation the perverted old sadist made him say whenever he needed help with all his being but it always spurred his master to help him.
"Ahahabrah-HAA-CHOOO! Ahahabra-ka kihitchy, Alahaha-kohocho! On my tihicklish tohohes I'm behehegging you! Ahhh-CHOOO!"
"Oh my silly apprentice we haven't even begun yet and you already need a hand? Very well but first I think about three piggies is a fair payment?"
Oggo crouched down and slipped one Merric's heels off and took the nyloned foot under his arm. With a flourish, he displayed his assistant's trapped foot to the crowd. He then plucked at each cased little piggy and began counting with the crowd.
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"This little piggie loves his magic, but this little piggie does not. This little piggies stuck tight while this one's off having fun. While this little piggie went wee-wee-WEE!"
At the last wee, the stage was suddenly shrouded in smoke. Merric felt the serpent release him but was also aware of being moved about and suddenly felt the blood rushing to his head. When the smoke cleared he looked up to see nothing but blue above him. He struggled and found his hands bound to his ribs by a straitjacket. His ankles were securely bound by a set of stocks that kept him hanging here above the water. He felt somebody caressing his still nyloned feet and went rigid. Looking up he saw only a smidgen of green peeking over the lip of his stocks.
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"Now for this trick my assistant will, in fact, need an assistant! Say hello to the cutest little sea monster, Wolt everybody!"
Merric thrashed like a fish on the line from the unmistakable sensation of Wolt running his own toes along the soles of his feet. The crowd cheered as the swim-trunks clad young man waved to them gestured to the trapped feet before him. He produced the magically discarded heels that had moments ago protected this young magician's tender feet and drove the spikes of them into his soles and started dragging the point along the foot making Merric buck.
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"Wolt here with all his knowledge of the water will be on hand to help Little Merry with this escape trick. My young assistant will escape this tank of water with his hands bound and his feet tickled because otherwise what awaits him is...ALAKAZAM!"
With the magic words the water churned and distorted and a great clam appeared at the bottom of the tank. While both boys looked on it opened it's mouth wide and released a certain mermaid that Wolt knew well and also revealed a massive pink and thick tongue that reached up towards the lads hungrily. Wolt reached forward to the water to give his mer-friend a high five but instead found his elbow seized and himself pulled into the water where the fishy woman skittered her nails all along his sides as he kicked and sputtered.
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While Merric was watching his fellow greenette struggle he didn't notice the stocks opening until he plunged headfirst into the cold water. He kicked and struggled to get his balance in the water as he saw that great pink tongue reaching for him. With all his energy he put his nyloned feet to the side of the tank and kicked off to right himself. The tongue kept reaching towards him as he tried to work the latch inside the straitjacket to release himself. He found himself sinking despite the little doggy paddle he was trying to keep up. It was made even worse by the mer-woman lightly taking one ankle and teasing his sole with her finger. Wolt grabbed him by the waist and helped him right himself but still, Merric was struggling to hold his breath until Wolt whispered into his ear about how he didn't need to. Merric took a deep breath and realized that somehow he could in fact breath. That was a mistake though as he plunged into a twisting, giggling fit from both the mer-tending of his foot and how the great clam's tongue had caught his other foot and was slurping upon it while trying to pull him down.
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"Uh-oh, folks! Merry looks like he's in a real pickle here! Speaking of, you can see his pretty clearly through that fabric if you got good seats. But is he gonna be able to get that jacket undone or is he gonna end up being a tasty tickly snack for that clam? Clap folks and let Little Merry know you believe in him!"
The audience started up a rousing round of applause at Oggo's direction due in no small part to the skeletal hands that Hel summoned beneath the bared feet of each and every one of her trapped Hero's to give them some twiddly motivation.
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Wolt dug into Merry's sides himself to help motivate his fellow waterlogged performer. Merric finally managed to get the latch inside the jacket to get his hands free but realized that was only the first step. He'd always been tactically minded so he pretended to still be bound and mimicked frustration by throwing himself against the glass. Wolt kept up with him but got shaken loose by the impact allowing Merric to dig into the archer's abs and shove him down into the tongue. The clam was forced to release him and sated itself by pulling a dazed Wolt into its gaping mouth and slamming shut. Only the young swimmer's feet protruded from the bivalve's lips where his mermaid friend was happy to start counting the toes to make sure her friend hadn't lost any.
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Merric swam as fast as he could and climbed out of the tank post haste. He didn't even spare it a glance as it started to be slowly down another of Oggo's hidden trapdoors. The mermaid didn't seem too bothered either as she was totally engrossed with playing with the trapped Wolt's footsies.
"Ladies and gentlemen a big hand for Merry the master of escaping! Don't think he's blown his load though but while our next trick is set up backstage how about a classic? Watch me! The Great Oggo pull a rabbit out of my hat! One...two...ALAKAZAM!"
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In a fluid motion, Oggo whipped off his hat, reached down it, and gave a solid yank just as his struggling assistant weirdly went facefirst into the stage. The crowd ooohed at the pair of soft-looking size 10 lucky rabbit's feet that protruded from the hat.
"Whoops! Looks like this little bunny needs a bit of coaxing!"
Merric saw how his own nyloned legs suddenly ended at the ankle and put two and two together in record time. Oggo produced his wand and scratched the tip right beneath his lovely assistant's toes.
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Merric flopped about like a fish and tried to crawl towards the magician to get his feet back but found that Oggo instead whirled about to offer him a bouquet of flowers that had sprung from the tip of his wand. When the young unwilling bunny tried to push them aside he was immediately sorry as the evil man then jammed the forest of flowers right into his captive feet and began brushing the soft soles of the mage. Merric devolved into a wheezing pile of fist-pounding hilarity at the feeling of the daffodils getting in between his toes.
"GAHAHAHA MEHERCY MASTER! NO MOHOHORE! LET THEHEM GO! AT LEEHEEAST NOT THE TOHOHOES!"
He put his hands over his mouth to try and hold it in but the feeling of a slimy new addition to the show had him sobbing into them. Oggo's tongue took center stage by sliding in-between his helpless arches and then traveling up his tastily cute soles towards those wiggly toes. When they got there all Merric could do is wave his hands and try to beg for mercy but that didn't do much for him.
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Oggo without warning shoved the feet back into the hat and turned to the crowd to take his bow. They roared as once again Hel's skeletal hands molested their trapped feet all except Prince Marth who instead was practically salivating at the sight. Merric was in a pile of giggles and sweat but still took time to notice that despite his feet having been bare when Oggo has them, now that they'd been returned they were once again clad in the sleek black nylons. He didn't have long to linger on that as heard the words "Next trick" and was quickly trying to run. The smoke filled the stage quickly though, and again he felt a vague sense of weightlessness as he was magically rearranged to where the trick needed him. He felt his clothes melt away and his limbs restrained and had a pretty good idea which trick this was.
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When the smoke cleared away there was a massive wooden disc standing upon the stage and bound spread-eagle upon it was Merric wearing nothing but those bunny ears upon his head. He pulled at the strips of cold iron that kept his wrists and ankles bound to different parts of the target but quickly lost track of himself as Oggo gave the target a spin and the world blurred into colors for him from the speed.
"As you can all see, my assistant is moving at quite the speed. Now for this part of the trick, I will need a bit of audience participation," Oggo continued on ignoring the groan from his dizzy assistant. "If any of you are confident in your aim please come on down! Nice to see you again Prince Marth."
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Just as he had at every other show where this trick was performed, Oggo welcomed Prince Marth to the stage and was about to explain the trick when instead Merric's childhood friend stepped forward and stopped the spinning wheel. He skittered his nails along his friends barefoot and made a few adjustments to the wheel. While Merric was chuckling at his foot being tickled Marth produced a few pegasus feathers from his belt and mounted them on the wheel. Once they were sufficiently secured he gave the wheel another spin and nodded in satisfaction at how they dragged along Merric's soles and palms now as the wheel spun them by the mounted spots. Next, he produced a quill and added some targets to the board, making red circles upon Merric's squirming thighs, pink nipples, adorable navel, and pinchable ribs.
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He stood back to admire his work and how his former friend was now squirming in fright upon the wheel. He wiggled his fingers mischievously and smiled as the mage flinched away. Oggo gave up trying to explain the rules as he knew the bluenette knew them as he'd done this so many times. He proffered him the gag knives but was surprised as Marth turned them away and instead reached to the crowd for a wet bag. As his fellow tickle slaves cheered and raved he reached inside it and withdrew a kind of long and slim fish.
"Sorry if there's any confusion but I'd like your assistant to make this challenging so if you'd just excuse me for a moment?"
"Why of course! Adaptation is a showman's greatest strength of course!"
"Delightful. Hold still Merry my friend!"
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Marth wound up and tossed his deepsea projectile with shocking accuracy. It's small mouth impacted perfectly on Merric's navel and the wind was driven out of him. To make it worse though the creature didn't fall away but instead stuck fast to where it had struck. Merric felt a long and coiled tongue slip out of its mouth that was soon exploring inside his navel and questing to see if it could go deeper. The chub on the young mages tum jiggled as he soon took another two of the demonic suckerfish right in the baby fat that a mage like him would normally have.
While Merric was shaking from side to side while the fishies made sushi of his chest Marth came around the other side and gave the wheel a spin to expose his friend's feet to him. Merric tried to curl his toes but could do nothing as Mar-Mar instead slipped each of his piggies into the mouth of one those evil fish of his before giving him another spin to do the same to the other one. When Marth turned back to the crowd to take a bow, Merric's feet were crowded with tongue-y fish that waved back and forth as he tried to wiggle his toes free of them.
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"Well, Prince-y if your done showing off your latest angling trophies and stealing my spotlight than maybe we could get on with this trick? My Merry looks to be getting abit tired."
"By all means my magical friend. Apologies if I've stepped on your scene. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you!"
"Oh? Well, I might just take you up on that! But first, if you don't mind demonstrating your skills to the crowd?"
"Why of course," in a fluid motion Marth took one of the knives from the magician and threw it at the restrained Merric. It embedded itself in the wood right below Merric's most sensitive area that hung between his narrow thighs. With a puff of smoke though the knife disappeared and was soon replaced with a feather that was similarly stuck. Its plumage began spinning about where it was to glide along Merric's taint and thighs making him laugh even harder on the board.
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"What impressive aim Ladies and Gentlemen! A big hand for Prince Marth the tickle-king! But can he be so accurate on a moving target?"
The wheel beneath Merric creaked to life and soon the greenie was spinning fast enough that he almost was able to forget the ticklish assault happening all over his body. Just for a second though as soon another knife plunked into the wood right by his armpit just like the others it turned into another buzzing feather that ravished that poor fuzzy pittie as another plunked in right by his ear and one right his left calf. He bucked and screamed as Marth uncannily just kept throwing them with pinpoint accuracy like a machine until soon his entire body was surrounded by buzzing feathers. The wheel finally slowed down and the feathers slowed with it as the fish sloughed off his toes. A bright red and sweaty Merric sucked down air as his barefoot former lord bowed to the crowd.
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He mewled for mercy as Marth came at him once more wiggling his fingers. His friend dug into his stomach and kneaded the chub there while Merric shook side to side in an attempt to getaway. Marth just leaned to scratch deeper and deeper until the Hero-King lost his balance and tumbled forward. They were both surprised when he went straight through Merric and the wheel as if they weren't even there. The Hero-King landed face-first on the stage just as Merric's bindings suddenly opened and let the mage fall to his knees. A few things dawned on Merric all at once as he looked about.
-one was that Oggo was standing with a wand in hand and a proud look on his face.
- two was that in exchange for being released from the wheel he was suddenly clothed again, well in his assistant's costume at least.
- three was that there was suddenly an accessory upon his chest that he had not expected, a wiggling pair of size 12 feet that flexed their toes in confusion.
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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Magic is a cruel mistress! She can be a happy young thing much like my pair of assistants but push her too far and watch her suddenly turn upon a dime to a spiteful old crone! Young Marth took advantage of the trick only to now become a part of it! Now with my Lady Hel's permission, I'd like to continue on with my trick and show off some new two-person ones I've worked out! My lady?!"
Hel showed no indication of having paid any attention to the Great Oggo's speech as at some point her various tickle pets in the audience had gotten rowdy to give their bored mistress something to play with after Prince Marth had left. The "lucky" winner had been Lord Pent who'd been passed hand over hand to their mistress who stretched him over her and had been lightly trailing her skeletal fingers down the nobles spine and savoring the cute giggles that the refined man was squeaking out for her as if he was a snickering pussy cat laying across her lap.
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While this was happening Merric's eyes were glued to the feet that now took up most of his vision. He gave them a poke to confirm that they were real and heard a giggle from the dazed Marth behind him that confirmed it. His mind suddenly filled with thoughts of running his fingers all along them to get revenge for his spinning tickle torture but a part of him stopped him. It was the part of him that remembered his childhood with Marth and how the two had played together. Their trainers may have been different with Merric having seen the young Prince being tickled by Jagen a good few times to motivate him but he'd always paled at the sight.
Once his teacher Wendell had done the same no doubt taking inspiration from the knight commander and summoning an airy green feather with his spells under the table while the mage had been studying to play along his sandaled toes. He'd been surprised by the way Merric had broken down into giggly tears before fleeing so fast he'd seemed to be a green blur.
The young battlemage had held up in his room for a solid day ignoring the pleas of his teacher, fellow students, and even the Princess of Altea herself! It wasn't until Marth had brought the old mage before Merric's chambers and almost demanded an apology and a promise from the kingdom's premier mage about how his friend Merric was to be treated in the future that he had finally come out and returned to his studies.
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From that day forward Marth and Elyce had known that despite their own interests in it that Merric himself would hold no truck with the T-word. Indeed to Wendell and Jagen the sight of the little prince bringing his friend out of his chambers by the hand had been quite comical but to Merric it had been the cementing of a friendship that would span decades and lead him to fight in two wars for his friend and liege with an understanding between them. Absolutely no tickles!
He hated them and how weak he was to them so this world based on them had left a pit in Merric's stomach that had been gnawing at him for a while but even worse was the thoughts in his mind clawing their way forwards about how great it would be to dish it out at the very least. He shoved them down and fought as hard as he could to remember how much he hated the stupid tickling.
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All of this happened while he still stared straight into the gorgeous soles that faced up at him, however. His friend Marth or at least the perverted thing that looked like him still groaned behind him. His fingers itched and he dreamed of what it would feel like to skate them inside Marth's perfectly shaped arches.
"Why my assistant seems to be having trouble! Perhaps he's unsure of just how much participation this audience member has signed up for by touching the talent? Let's make it easy for him to figure it out! Presto Costume-Change-O!"
In the space of a blink, Marth's apparel changed. Gone was the armor and robes of a young King and instead the moaning bluenette was now attired in an outfit just like Merric's with a few key differences.
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While Merric's bunny gear was a bright red and adorned with hearts, his friends was a subdued yet sultry black and adorned with spades. The other key difference to Marth's outfit stared Merric in the face as those damnably tempting feet now hid behind a pair of black fishnets that did nothing but tease the evil thoughts that skulked in his head. He remembered the time Elyce had worn them in happier days when they'd all celebrated together and how her brother had joked about how his legs would look better in them. Merric couldn't comment on the legs now but the dryness in his mouth was all the indication he needed about his friend's feet. He jumped a bit as he suddenly felt strong hands begin pawing at his ankles. He looked back and saw Marth regaining his wits and seeing what was coming. The Hero-King turned Head-Creep now tried to Merric's nyloned foot out from under him and up into his grip. Without much more thought Merric dug his nails into the ball of Marth's of foot and watched how he spasmed like he'd been shocked. He pinched the peak of the blushing hill and saw how his friend now covered his mouth and stared daggers at him from a rapidly reddening countenance.
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"No fahahahir Little Merry! Your suppohohsed to get tihihickled not give ihihit bahahck!"
Merric pulled open Marth's curled toes rather dispassionately and scratched at the soft skin between them by working a finger through the gaps in his friends stocking. He arched an eyebrow at the statement and a small voice in the back of his head said that Prince Marth had never called him that before.
"Ooooh, Mr. Ahahahssitant I'm gonna tihihickle you so goohohod when I gehehet out of here! No matter how hard you bite at my heels the SHOHOHOW WILL GO OHOHON!"
Merric found himself hearing those words and almost unconsciously lowering his head to nibble the smooth heels to a shower of squeaks from his friend behind him. Once more his head told the mage that his liege had never spoken like that before but his body was moving on its own to taste his the ticklish feet he had all to himself.
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When Oggo let down the illusion of a struggling Marth, it still took a solid minute for Merry to realize that the Hero-King hadn't actually been fighting back. Oggo had made him see an illusion that covered a still dazed Marth who'd just been lying there soaking up the tickles and whose voice he felt he'd done a good job of copying. Whatever it took to get his audience into the show and looking over to the crowd he saw that once more they were on the edges of their seats. Even Lady Hel who was multitasking tickling the trapped foot of Pent she had under her arm and manipulating the skeletal hands that were tickling the rears of her various pets in the audience.
Oggo adopted a thinking pose as if he thinking of what to do next but in reality, he was undoing the spell that had his assistants trapped together. Marth's ankles slipped out of Merric's chest and in seconds the black bunny had the red one trapped between his legs and helpless as he danced his fingers in the crook of his neck.
"Ladies and Gentlemen a big hand for my new assistant Little Marry! He's taking it to like a fish to water isn't he folks? I think he's so good that I'll let him pick the next trick! How about it kid what are you thinking?"
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Marth shoved Merric onto his belly and climbed atop his friends back. He pulled the greenette's ankles into his lap and crossed them before slipping off the heels and digging into the cute nyloned feet he had before him. When Oggo noticed he was being ignored he sulked for a moment before waving his wand and producing a bouquet but this time with a strong pair of size 12's amidst the flowers. He bent one of the daffodils over and played it along the toes before feigning surprise at the giggly mess his assistants had collapsed into.
"Why what's the matter boys? Maybe you should focus on the show? C'mon pick a trick!"
Marth's cheeks were bright red in contrast to his hair and Merric was pounding his fists on the stage. A few strokes on the toes though and Marth was ready to make some choices.
"A cahahard trick then! No mohohore on my tohoes!"
"Card trick?! Kind of pedestrian but I suppose
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Oggo flicked his wrist and spread out a fan of cards facing himself that he then offered to Marth and Merric. The two were hesitant but when a third hand slipped from his cloak to whip yet another bouquet from a 2nd wand they acquiesced. The two both took cards and watched as the others floated from the magician's hand and spread out around them. Marth had a look of dull-eyed glee at trick while Merric swallowed nervously.
"Now my lovelies what cards did you take?" Oggo asked prompting a confused response from Merric.
"Wait are we not supposed to guess your ca-AHAHA!"
His question was interrupted by one of the cards floating by him suddenly producing a white-gloved hand that dug into his tummy. The greenette shoved it away but suddenly became very aware of all the other cards floating around him. He looked at the card he had picked and suddenly noticed it was blank, looking over at Marth's his was the same.
"You didn't think I would just let you look again, did you? We have to have some suspense! Now come on, what was your card? Marth, you first!"
"Hmmmm five of clubs?"
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In response to the Hero-King's haphazard guess, the actual five of clubs floated away from the pack and produced a hand. It slowly and teasingly slipped the high heel off Marth's fish-netted foot and gave his round heel a poke making the lovely young man giggle.
"It looks like that card didn't appreciate that claim. Oooh, Merry, I hope you have a better memory! If you don't though I bet you two can laugh about it!"
Merric swallowed again and wracked his brain to try and remember his card before suddenly blurting out "Three of Diamonds?!" The feeling of a finger exploring his ear led him to believe that this had been the wrong answer. His friend Marth yelled out another card and lost his other shoe before breaking into giggly joy as his arches were stroked and pinched. The focus swung back to Merric who swallowed and hazarded a guess for the "Eight of Clubs" before the card swung itself right into his view and began tickling lightly upon his button nose.
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So the show continued with Marth and Merric guessing wildly and more and more hands coming from the cards to punish them. For Marth soon the entire lower suits of the diamonds and spades were teasing his feet and pits while for Merric they spread out more and got a bit more creative. The eight and six of clubs kneaded his stomach as if they were making a happy loaf of bread while his shoulderblades were stroked from behind by fingers belonging to all four jacks. Every time he tried to swat them away his pits would be attacked by a pair of twos all while his toes were twiddled by a full house of hearts. Even his knees were being squeezed all until he finally stumbled onto the right answer and yelled out "The King of Hearts!"
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When he did so all of his torments stopped and his tormentors became a swarm of grasping hands that descended upon Marth-y's ticklish frame. He started to float into the air while shrieking hysterically at the swarm trying to carry him away until Merric grabbed him by the ankles and pull him down. Though his liege had obviously been turned by the dark and perverse magic of this tickle obsessed land, Merric refused to allow his friend to again be separated from him as he yelled out more random guesses to try and save Marth. Finally, he stumbled on the King of Spades, and Marth was released into his grip by the cards who fluttered off into the darkness. He tried to breathe a sigh of relief but in seconds Marth was chewing on Merric's nipple through his costume and making him squeal out laughter. This was all ill-advised as Merric had his liege in the classic princess carry and had never been that strong, to begin with. His knees trembled and the two finally fell back through an inexplicably placed trap-door.
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Oggo made an exaggerated show of shock and ran about the stage looking for his handsome assistants while Merric tried to get his bearings. He and Marth had been forced into some kind of container and he could vaguely hear Oggo continuing the show without them. However, Merric became very aware, very quickly that this container he and Marth had been forced into was not empty. The boys thrashed about as the wriggly, slimy and squishy worms got into every crevice and spot they had while outside Oggo seemed to not even notice they were gone. Marth slapped and clawed to try and get the wriggly things out of his ticklish pits while Merric once again cursed his weakness as he sank deeper into the worms and felt them coiling themselves around his nyloned, sausage toes. In Marth's struggles, he accidentally swiped his finger across Merric's foot. Just enough to make a small slit in Little Merry's nylon that the dastardly worms streamed through en masse. Soon the unfortunate mages nylons squirmed and writhed with worms who were trapped against his skin with nowhere to go. He wanted to scream but knew that opening his mouth would just fill it with worms.
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He felt the sensation of movement outside the container and indeed the crowd wondered why there was a barrel shaking from side to side slowly rising behind the game of cups Oggo was playing with his young assistants where he was making the two try and guess which cup hid their magically removed soles. All besides Lady Hel who was enraptured with playing her cold nails along the jiggling backside of the Lord Pent she had stretched on her lap. Down upon the floor, her feet were worshipped and massaged by his blonde-haired son. She looked up through when the barrel exploded with a loud pop, spraying tickly worms over all of her pets in the audience who slapped at their clothes as the magically enhanced little creatures quickly slipped under them and made beelines for their worst spots.
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Merric and Marth spilled out onto the stage interrupting Oggo who once again chewed the scenery by acting as if this wasn't planned.
"Wait! Now I have four little ticklish assistants?! Ay-ya-yay, magic is complicated!"
Merric was so glad to be out of the barrel of laughs that he missed something very important that had changed. Instead, he puzzled at Oggo's two new assistants. They were both young boys who seemed vaguely familiar to him and who were adorned in oversized magician's tuxes that matched Oggo's. What stood out most to him about them was their hair which was quite long. The raven-haired ones were down to his shoulders while the redheads were even longer. Both blushed sheepishly in a way that told Merric this show hadn't changed much in content while he was gone yet these two still had hard glares of defiance.
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He was suddenly tackled to the ground by Marth who he also realized had changed. His liege was now as the same size as when they'd first fought together though his ticklish temperament didn't seem different. Merric suddenly realized that like just him he was also now small! Oggo had shrunk him to the size of a child just like Marth who was manhandling him over to a pair of seats right alongside the other two assistants. He was sat down and unlike the other two belts suddenly secured him into the seat. His ankles were levitated up onto a stool before him just like Marth's were until his position matched the other two boys.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen the incredible Multiplying Munchkins! A big hand! However, let's go back to our original show!"
A loud poof went off and after the smoke cleared Merric and Marth were back to their old selves and in Merric's case a fresh pair of nylons sans tears. He looked over and realized that those two others were gone and had now been replaced with his former comrades Navarre and Michalis. The two long-haired men's clothes had been changed to match his and Marth's with Michalis bearing the diamonds and light red stockings, in contrast, Navarre who wore pantyhose and the clubs. Like Marth and him they both had belts running across their chests and wrists to keep them in place and both of the men's cheeks were tinged with a blush of pink. His observation of his fellows ended when Oggo snapped his fingers and four large pink cups appeared out of thin air before he and Marth.
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"Okay, ladies and gentlemen lets see if my actual assistants have better luck than these two scabs! It's time for these boys to find their feet in a hard world, PRESTO OGGO!"
More cups came and hid Navarre and Michalis's feet as well before all eight began shuffling quickly before Merric's eyes. He tried to keep an eye on both of them but lost them completely when a pair of gloved hands appeared behind him and begin tickling right below his nipples. The others were similarly distracted with Navarre's thighs being squeezed, a feather being played on Marth's nose and Michalis's pits being explored. With these distractions, the boys had no way to keep track and quickly ended up with mismatched feet as the cups came up. Merric himself now had one fish-netted 12 and a massive 14 hiding in a now green stocking. The others had ended up in similar situations but suddenly started laughing in such an infectious way that Merry joined them.
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In truth, the feet rebelled against the boys and plunged them all into hysterical laughter at the unfamiliar sensations. Merric's one smaller foot plunged its toes right into the inviting wall of green fabric stretched over his larger while similar scenes played out with the others. Michalis had received one pantyhose clad 12 and another that hid in fishnets. The sheerly materialed one gingerly fluttered its toes along the side of the other in a form of slow worship that had the tall redhead sputtering while trying to hold it in. Marth had received the missing feet from both Michalis and Navarre and was howling as the smaller was dominated by the larger who had dug it's big toe up into the arch and penetrated the fabric to get at the tasty meat. The strangest one though was Navarre who through the strangest of chances had received not one but two little nyloned peets. While the others laughed at the melee's at the ends of their ankles Navarre moaned and melted into his chair as a pair of hands formed beneath the fabric and treated his rented feet to a massage that had the swordsman feel as if his little remaining grey matter was trickling down his ear.
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"What a show folks! Unfortunately, it looks as if one of our boys is slacking off on the job! However, Navarre was our big winner so let's get him something nice!"
With a snap of his fingers, the feet were shuffled back into the right order for the boys who all calmed down except Navarre. Navarre's pantyhose had developed a run that looked suspiciously like a pair of fingers that were having the time of their lives exploring his muscled calves. He thrashed in his seat at the feeling as his chair slid back away from the others and towards a massive iron maiden in the corner of the stage. He floated out of his chair and inside of the tomb all while still laughing. The pantyhose slid off his legs and quickly forced itself between his lips as it closed behind him. A spotlight illuminated someone striding onto stage and Merric gasped at the form of Princess Caeda walking out wearing an outfit just like the rest of them with matching clubs for Navarre. She carried a sword and as the crowd gasped she plunged it into the iron maiden right at chest height for Navarre as the crowd gasped.
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Oggo snapped his fingers and an image appeared for all to see. Navarre now naked as the day he was born inside the maiden with a large fluffy feather plume spinning on his tight stomach.
"A big hand for the feather swords of Caeda everyone! Show them again dearie!"
Caeda produced two more blades and showed them to the crowd before stabbing them into the maiden at Navarre's neck and crotch. All in attendance gasped as two more large feathers entered Navarre's tomb in corresponding places and began spinning as well to tickle his neck and balls as well while he tried to get away. Caeda produced more swords and plunged them in as Navarre's tomb got fluffier but Merric could no longer watch that as the cups returned and once again began shuffling.
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The boys watched intently to keep track but again the hands returned, this time fumbling about with the men's costumes to free their genitals. Once each proud cock was free the gloved hands pumped them rapidly as the assistants groaned and forgot all about the game until it was time to choose. Once more Merric had one big foot being bullied by a fishnetted sneak while his liege received one of his own feet back which was then attacked by the other big one. Michalis shook his head as the cups were raised to reveal a pair of petite feet clad in nylons but was quickly subdued as once again they were treated to a deep tissue massage that had the man fighting to keep his eyes open. He didn't even notice his sister Maria step onto the stage sharing his diamond outfit.
She pulled her brother's chair back and the stool magically followed until she was right next to Caeda and the now sword-filled iron maiden leaking white from the bottom. She produced a wand and made a show of tapping it once against her older brother's red-headed cranium than gesturing as his feet grew back to their normal size and the material returned to the red-stockings to match his leggings. She poked right into the arch with her magic wand and delighted as instantly the performance began. Michalis's outfit rippled and the tall ginger immediately began to yell in ticklish agony as shapes took form beneath the material. Maria as a born showman simply gestured as what seemed to be an endless flow of fluffy bunnies began to pour from his clothes. Michalis threw his head back and scream at the feeling of the fuzzy little creatures brushing him down as they escaped his clothes and marched as a horde over to the recently opened iron maiden to stuff themselves inside and add a new fluffy level of hell to Navarre's torture.
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Merric swallowed hard at the sight of the shrieking, giggling wrecks that had once been two of the strongest men he'd ever fought alongside. He let out a very unmanly yelp though when he was poked in the cheek to regain his attention to his own situation. He turned back to see Princess Sheena and Miss Catria of the Whitewings had joined them on stage. They both wore the stage garbs with Catria bearing the spades and Sheena the hearts. Catria pulled his friend's chair from beside Merric until he and Prince Marth were facing each other now. The two women removed the stools from beneath the lad's ankles and knelt down to take one ticklish foot each from the boys.
"Now ladies and gentlemen we've had a great time with my assistants and while things are always more fun in groups, my next trick will require only one set of hands and feet! So now let's put this up to some friendly competition. A simple game! Whichever of these handsome young men laughs first is the loser! It'll be tough of course especially because of the UNBREAKABLE RINGS!"
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Both of them jumped at the feeling of cold metal on their skin as they were encircled by lengths of interconnected steel rings. They were soon both bound to their chairs once more as a ring each encircled one wrist each. It was pulled off into the sky to have the Archanean's trapped with one arm stretched up to the sky. The perfect position for the ring that broke in two before their eyes to put the two new pieces of sharp metal. Merric and Marth both jittered at the feeling of the metal dragging about in their armpits but they knew what was on the line. The game was made harder as the two young ladies each dug into the feet they held hostage.
Merric and Marth though both stayed strong. The two jiggled and sputtered with the effort but managed to keep silent. Merric though with the sensitive feet of a magic user and the weaker constitution to match was having a much harder time of it. He knew that he stood no chance of beating a warrior like Prince Marth in a contest like this without trickery and wanted to apologize to his friend but knew that opening his mouth was as good as a forfeit. Instead he snaked finger forward through the gaps in the rings and gave his childhood friend and liege a good poke right in the navel. He looked away as Marth burst into belly laughs and the rings released them both.
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His friend's chair disappeared out from under him and he watched as he tumbled backward into a box that had appeared behind him. The lid shut on him quickly and Catria hauled the box upright and turned it towards the crowd. With Oggo's help, they pulled the box apart, section by section, and rearranged them into a new box. Catria smiled to the crowd as she opened the section at the bottom to reveal a worried Marth's face. While she delighted in pressing a fishnetted foot over the Hero-King's face to silence his protests, Merric was surreptitiously working on his bindings and slipping his way loose.
Catria knelt down and opened the next compartment to reveal a pair of knees that anatomically speaking were still in the right place. She leaned forward to start nibbling on their caps while the head below her protested and squeaked at the torment. Finally, she straightened herself up and opened the next box to reveal a pair of fishnetted size 12's dangling nervously. She reached inside to give the bottom of the soles a pinch and squealed at the cute way Marth protested while curling his toes shyly. She played with the toes for a moment before opening the final section and revealing Marth's trapped torso into whose abs she hungrily dug.
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Merric hadn't really been paying scrutiny as he was close to wearing down the belts keeping him down but if he had been than an observant man like him would have wondered where Marth's arms were. When one took a handful of his belly through his costume it came as a complete surprise because of that. He howled in laughter even as the other crawled it's way up and began stroking its fingers on Merric's messy cock while poking along his shaft.
The noises Merric made at the strange attack drew Oggo's attention and the magician stepped over to check on his handsome assistant. Merric could do nothing but pretend to still be bound as the evil man knelt down and pressed his face into the wind mage's nyloned soles. He then teased his fingers along the tops of the petite feet to make them wiggle along his feet and force Merric into giving his tormentor a footie facial.
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Through it, all Merric kept working on the belts and had finally gotten the last one loose. He had originally planned to wait for an opening but all his plans went out the window as the trickster began to chew on his toes. The feeling of the man's mouth immediately made him kick the pervert in the face and leap out of the chair. The crowd roared at his attempt to escape and he felt the rune on his foot burn but he was determined to find freedom. He ducked under Sheena's attempt to grab him but didn't see the foot that snuck its way in to trip him. He sprawled out on the stage and soon had a boot placed on his chest to pin him. It wasn't much but it was enough for the trick to begin.
Merric opened his mouth to protest and was quickly silenced by a pair of womanly stockinged feet pressing their long toes into his mouth. He gagged on the attack by the disembodied feet of Princess Minerva while her brothers own similarly detached feet quickly floated their way into to smother his face. He writhed and could do nothing as two pairs of pantyhosed feet attacked his chest, the masculine ones trapping his nipples through his costume and running them between its toes while the feminine ones ran their toes all along his ribs. His cock was trapped in between a massive pair of feet that bore his own nylon's while a distinctly pair of feminine in fish-nets ones dug their toes into his ticklish armpits. All while his feet were gently footsied by his friend Marth's who didn't even seem mad at his betrayal.
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Oggo smiled at the sight of his rebellious apprentice being devoured by a swarm of feet and looked at the lovely ladies floating above the stage who'd donated theirs to the show. He snapped his fingers and the four women floated over to the crowd who were eager to pull them in and begin tickling them out of their minds. Caeda was held down by the Ephraim's who all sat upon her and ran pegasus feathers along her rear while she shrieked. Sheena was sat upon by the Reglay's who all calmly sat upon the burly princess's chest while shoving their gorgeously pedicured feet into her face for worship. Catria found her self pulled into the ticklish embrace of Alfonse and Lif who tickled her hips while pulling her into a sitting position to enjoy the rest of the show. And finally, Minerva found herself victimized by the sibling pair of the Robins and their sister Aversa who all took the time to thoroughly explore the strong woman's muscles.
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Oggo clapped and the stage filled with smoke as he began the final trick. Merric squirmed and tried to escape but quickly realized that the feet wouldn't let him go as Hel herself floated down to the stage to collect her prize. Oggo calmly waved his hands and enjoyed the look of abject hysterical terror on Merric's face as he disappeared into the man's hat. Tapping his wand upon the hat Oggo produced a number of party favors for his Queen and her generals.
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For Princess Laegjarn a pair of playing cards that held perfect images of his assistant's bare nipples. She scratched them and enjoyed the phantom sound of laughter from the man that sounded through the room.
For Princess Laevateinn a top hat from the bottom of which protruded a pair of shy size 10's. She placed it upon the ground and delighted as to how they tried to flee as she stroked their tops.
For Helbindi a beautiful corsage which hidden in the flowers had a tired and sticky cock that still begged for more tickles in his opinion.
And finally, for Queen Hel a crystal ball filled with green smoke. Upon her command, it would summon forth a green-haired head that she could toy with in any way she pleased or simply admire the few of it contorted in absolute ticklish agony for eternity.
You've been a wonderful audience.
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The lights flipping on suddenly blinded him just like it always did but this time when the spots cleared from his vision he saw that the location had changed. Now he was on stage with the Great Oggo but they were surrounded by sand and looked down on by Hel and her court. He swallowed as he realized today's venue was to be the arena and this one would have a crowd.
"Master Oggo, I don't think I-ihihiieheehee!"
The magician slid a finger up Merric's forearm which would normally not be too bad but something in the fibers of this outfit amplified the sensations. Just the man's finger felt like a feather sliding along his skin.
"That's because you're not supposed to think my handsome young assistant! You asked to learn my magic and in exchange, you would work as my assistant!"
The magician worked the naughty finger into the folds of the fabric to tickle inside Merric's armpit while mumbling a spell to himself.
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When the spell activated and Merric fell forward out of the chair due to his bonds releasing him, he rubbed his arm sheepishly. He knew that things for him could have been much worse. He was lucky that when all the heroes who'd been captured were put on display that he'd been selected by this strange man rather than be dragged off by some creature like most of the others had been. The man said he was from a world where this was all normal and had numerous kinds of magic he could teach Merric if he was willing to serve as his assistant. Ever the inquisitive mind, he'd agreed instantly and been happy to not end up in ankle stocks like most of the others. That had been eight tickly shows ago and now he regretted not just trying to go with the kappa.
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The shows before Lady Hel were always the worst though especially since she'd gotten her new favorite pet. Sitting on the skeletal woman's lap shaking his blue hair from side to side as his neck was tickled was none other than Merric's close friend from childhood, Marth. The Prince had been captured a few weeks back and since then had been a gleeful participant whenever Oggo needed someone from the audience. Marth took special relish in playing with Merric's soft size 7's and would do it relentlessly until Oggo would pull his assistant away to rehearse their act.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Good evening and thank you once again for joining I, The Great Oggo, and my handsome apprentice Little Merry!"
"I've still yet to agree to that name..." Merric mumbled to himself under his breath. Yet another indignity visited upon him in this his most difficult quest for knowledge yet.
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"Tonight we will astound and amaze you all, the royal court of Hel and Muspel combined with an array of spells, sleight of hand and all kinds of ticklish tricks. First things first nothing up my sleeves-OH WAIT! THERE IS SOMETHING!"
Oggo pulled a handkerchief from beneath his wrist and began pulling a long knotted line of various colored fabric scraps from his sleeve and leaving them in a pile while feigning shock. He opened every show like this and Merric knew better than to try and change the script lest the little rune the evil man had placed on the heels of his feet buzz to life. He feigned surprise and gestured wildly to the pile but to his legitimate surprise, it was actually gone. He looked about on stage for the pile of hankies and saw nothing but a shrugging Oggo.
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Something went tight around his ankle and pulled him to the ground and ins seconds the rainbow fabric serpent was entwining itself all around poor Merric. It wrapped his hands to his hips and continued coiling around him to his utter horror until its tip hovered right before his face. The corner of the fabric fluttered beneath his nose and stayed there as he felt the light tickles pulling an involuntary reaction from deep in his chest.
"Neheheehe-nooo! Staha-ah-AH-AAAH-FTOOO," Merric roared as his toes curled in his heels from the force of the sneeze ripping through his body. Not even wasting a moment the hankie snake was right back to teasing Merric's still red button nose. He thrashed and wiggled under in his bondage but could do nothing.
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"Little Merry my boy don't panic! We've studied this! Just say the magic words to make it stop!"
"Whahahaat?! AH-SHPOO! Nohohooo! They're sohohooo em-emm-ehehemba-AHHHH-CHOOO!!!"
"My dear boy magic is a tricky mistress and not at all fond of being treated like a burden! We have a show to do and it'll be pretty hard to work with you lying there in a sneezy giggly mess!"
Up in the stands Prince Marth's eyes sparkled at the show even as skeletal fingers scratched in his ear he kept one eye pinned on the sight of the handsome young assistant's plight.
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Merric struggled and bucked to try and shake the hankies free but finally had to relent and do as Oggo said. He hated the damn magic incantation the perverted old sadist made him say whenever he needed help with all his being but it always spurred his master to help him.
"Ahahabrah-HAA-CHOOO! Ahahabra-ka kihitchy, Alahaha-kohocho! On my tihicklish tohohes I'm behehegging you! Ahhh-CHOOO!"
"Oh my silly apprentice we haven't even begun yet and you already need a hand? Very well but first I think about three piggies is a fair payment?"
Oggo crouched down and slipped one Merric's heels off and took the nyloned foot under his arm. With a flourish, he displayed his assistant's trapped foot to the crowd. He then plucked at each cased little piggy and began counting with the crowd.
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"This little piggie loves his magic, but this little piggie does not. This little piggies stuck tight while this one's off having fun. While this little piggie went wee-wee-WEE!"
At the last wee, the stage was suddenly shrouded in smoke. Merric felt the serpent release him but was also aware of being moved about and suddenly felt the blood rushing to his head. When the smoke cleared he looked up to see nothing but blue above him. He struggled and found his hands bound to his ribs by a straitjacket. His ankles were securely bound by a set of stocks that kept him hanging here above the water. He felt somebody caressing his still nyloned feet and went rigid. Looking up he saw only a smidgen of green peeking over the lip of his stocks.
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"Now for this trick my assistant will, in fact, need an assistant! Say hello to the cutest little sea monster, Wolt everybody!"
Merric thrashed like a fish on the line from the unmistakable sensation of Wolt running his own toes along the soles of his feet. The crowd cheered as the swim-trunks clad young man waved to them gestured to the trapped feet before him. He produced the magically discarded heels that had moments ago protected this young magician's tender feet and drove the spikes of them into his soles and started dragging the point along the foot making Merric buck.
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"Wolt here with all his knowledge of the water will be on hand to help Little Merry with this escape trick. My young assistant will escape this tank of water with his hands bound and his feet tickled because otherwise what awaits him is...ALAKAZAM!"
With the magic words the water churned and distorted and a great clam appeared at the bottom of the tank. While both boys looked on it opened it's mouth wide and released a certain mermaid that Wolt knew well and also revealed a massive pink and thick tongue that reached up towards the lads hungrily. Wolt reached forward to the water to give his mer-friend a high five but instead found his elbow seized and himself pulled into the water where the fishy woman skittered her nails all along his sides as he kicked and sputtered.
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While Merric was watching his fellow greenette struggle he didn't notice the stocks opening until he plunged headfirst into the cold water. He kicked and struggled to get his balance in the water as he saw that great pink tongue reaching for him. With all his energy he put his nyloned feet to the side of the tank and kicked off to right himself. The tongue kept reaching towards him as he tried to work the latch inside the straitjacket to release himself. He found himself sinking despite the little doggy paddle he was trying to keep up. It was made even worse by the mer-woman lightly taking one ankle and teasing his sole with her finger. Wolt grabbed him by the waist and helped him right himself but still, Merric was struggling to hold his breath until Wolt whispered into his ear about how he didn't need to. Merric took a deep breath and realized that somehow he could in fact breath. That was a mistake though as he plunged into a twisting, giggling fit from both the mer-tending of his foot and how the great clam's tongue had caught his other foot and was slurping upon it while trying to pull him down.
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"Uh-oh, folks! Merry looks like he's in a real pickle here! Speaking of, you can see his pretty clearly through that fabric if you got good seats. But is he gonna be able to get that jacket undone or is he gonna end up being a tasty tickly snack for that clam? Clap folks and let Little Merry know you believe in him!"
The audience started up a rousing round of applause at Oggo's direction due in no small part to the skeletal hands that Hel summoned beneath the bared feet of each and every one of her trapped Hero's to give them some twiddly motivation.
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Wolt dug into Merry's sides himself to help motivate his fellow waterlogged performer. Merric finally managed to get the latch inside the jacket to get his hands free but realized that was only the first step. He'd always been tactically minded so he pretended to still be bound and mimicked frustration by throwing himself against the glass. Wolt kept up with him but got shaken loose by the impact allowing Merric to dig into the archer's abs and shove him down into the tongue. The clam was forced to release him and sated itself by pulling a dazed Wolt into its gaping mouth and slamming shut. Only the young swimmer's feet protruded from the bivalve's lips where his mermaid friend was happy to start counting the toes to make sure her friend hadn't lost any.
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Merric swam as fast as he could and climbed out of the tank post haste. He didn't even spare it a glance as it started to be slowly down another of Oggo's hidden trapdoors. The mermaid didn't seem too bothered either as she was totally engrossed with playing with the trapped Wolt's footsies.
"Ladies and gentlemen a big hand for Merry the master of escaping! Don't think he's blown his load though but while our next trick is set up backstage how about a classic? Watch me! The Great Oggo pull a rabbit out of my hat! One...two...ALAKAZAM!"
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In a fluid motion, Oggo whipped off his hat, reached down it, and gave a solid yank just as his struggling assistant weirdly went facefirst into the stage. The crowd ooohed at the pair of soft-looking size 10 lucky rabbit's feet that protruded from the hat.
"Whoops! Looks like this little bunny needs a bit of coaxing!"
Merric saw how his own nyloned legs suddenly ended at the ankle and put two and two together in record time. Oggo produced his wand and scratched the tip right beneath his lovely assistant's toes.
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Merric flopped about like a fish and tried to crawl towards the magician to get his feet back but found that Oggo instead whirled about to offer him a bouquet of flowers that had sprung from the tip of his wand. When the young unwilling bunny tried to push them aside he was immediately sorry as the evil man then jammed the forest of flowers right into his captive feet and began brushing the soft soles of the mage. Merric devolved into a wheezing pile of fist-pounding hilarity at the feeling of the daffodils getting in between his toes.
"GAHAHAHA MEHERCY MASTER! NO MOHOHORE! LET THEHEM GO! AT LEEHEEAST NOT THE TOHOHOES!"
He put his hands over his mouth to try and hold it in but the feeling of a slimy new addition to the show had him sobbing into them. Oggo's tongue took center stage by sliding in-between his helpless arches and then traveling up his tastily cute soles towards those wiggly toes. When they got there all Merric could do is wave his hands and try to beg for mercy but that didn't do much for him.
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Oggo without warning shoved the feet back into the hat and turned to the crowd to take his bow. They roared as once again Hel's skeletal hands molested their trapped feet all except Prince Marth who instead was practically salivating at the sight. Merric was in a pile of giggles and sweat but still took time to notice that despite his feet having been bare when Oggo has them, now that they'd been returned they were once again clad in the sleek black nylons. He didn't have long to linger on that as heard the words "Next trick" and was quickly trying to run. The smoke filled the stage quickly though, and again he felt a vague sense of weightlessness as he was magically rearranged to where the trick needed him. He felt his clothes melt away and his limbs restrained and had a pretty good idea which trick this was.
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When the smoke cleared away there was a massive wooden disc standing upon the stage and bound spread-eagle upon it was Merric wearing nothing but those bunny ears upon his head. He pulled at the strips of cold iron that kept his wrists and ankles bound to different parts of the target but quickly lost track of himself as Oggo gave the target a spin and the world blurred into colors for him from the speed.
"As you can all see, my assistant is moving at quite the speed. Now for this part of the trick, I will need a bit of audience participation," Oggo continued on ignoring the groan from his dizzy assistant. "If any of you are confident in your aim please come on down! Nice to see you again Prince Marth."
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Just as he had at every other show where this trick was performed, Oggo welcomed Prince Marth to the stage and was about to explain the trick when instead Merric's childhood friend stepped forward and stopped the spinning wheel. He skittered his nails along his friends barefoot and made a few adjustments to the wheel. While Merric was chuckling at his foot being tickled Marth produced a few pegasus feathers from his belt and mounted them on the wheel. Once they were sufficiently secured he gave the wheel another spin and nodded in satisfaction at how they dragged along Merric's soles and palms now as the wheel spun them by the mounted spots. Next, he produced a quill and added some targets to the board, making red circles upon Merric's squirming thighs, pink nipples, adorable navel, and pinchable ribs.
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He stood back to admire his work and how his former friend was now squirming in fright upon the wheel. He wiggled his fingers mischievously and smiled as the mage flinched away. Oggo gave up trying to explain the rules as he knew the bluenette knew them as he'd done this so many times. He proffered him the gag knives but was surprised as Marth turned them away and instead reached to the crowd for a wet bag. As his fellow tickle slaves cheered and raved he reached inside it and withdrew a kind of long and slim fish.
"Sorry if there's any confusion but I'd like your assistant to make this challenging so if you'd just excuse me for a moment?"
"Why of course! Adaptation is a showman's greatest strength of course!"
"Delightful. Hold still Merry my friend!"
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Marth wound up and tossed his deepsea projectile with shocking accuracy. It's small mouth impacted perfectly on Merric's navel and the wind was driven out of him. To make it worse though the creature didn't fall away but instead stuck fast to where it had struck. Merric felt a long and coiled tongue slip out of its mouth that was soon exploring inside his navel and questing to see if it could go deeper. The chub on the young mages tum jiggled as he soon took another two of the demonic suckerfish right in the baby fat that a mage like him would normally have.
While Merric was shaking from side to side while the fishies made sushi of his chest Marth came around the other side and gave the wheel a spin to expose his friend's feet to him. Merric tried to curl his toes but could do nothing as Mar-Mar instead slipped each of his piggies into the mouth of one those evil fish of his before giving him another spin to do the same to the other one. When Marth turned back to the crowd to take a bow, Merric's feet were crowded with tongue-y fish that waved back and forth as he tried to wiggle his toes free of them.
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"Well, Prince-y if your done showing off your latest angling trophies and stealing my spotlight than maybe we could get on with this trick? My Merry looks to be getting abit tired."
"By all means my magical friend. Apologies if I've stepped on your scene. Let me know if there's anything I can do to make it up to you!"
"Oh? Well, I might just take you up on that! But first, if you don't mind demonstrating your skills to the crowd?"
"Why of course," in a fluid motion Marth took one of the knives from the magician and threw it at the restrained Merric. It embedded itself in the wood right below Merric's most sensitive area that hung between his narrow thighs. With a puff of smoke though the knife disappeared and was soon replaced with a feather that was similarly stuck. Its plumage began spinning about where it was to glide along Merric's taint and thighs making him laugh even harder on the board.
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"What impressive aim Ladies and Gentlemen! A big hand for Prince Marth the tickle-king! But can he be so accurate on a moving target?"
The wheel beneath Merric creaked to life and soon the greenie was spinning fast enough that he almost was able to forget the ticklish assault happening all over his body. Just for a second though as soon another knife plunked into the wood right by his armpit just like the others it turned into another buzzing feather that ravished that poor fuzzy pittie as another plunked in right by his ear and one right his left calf. He bucked and screamed as Marth uncannily just kept throwing them with pinpoint accuracy like a machine until soon his entire body was surrounded by buzzing feathers. The wheel finally slowed down and the feathers slowed with it as the fish sloughed off his toes. A bright red and sweaty Merric sucked down air as his barefoot former lord bowed to the crowd.
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He mewled for mercy as Marth came at him once more wiggling his fingers. His friend dug into his stomach and kneaded the chub there while Merric shook side to side in an attempt to getaway. Marth just leaned to scratch deeper and deeper until the Hero-King lost his balance and tumbled forward. They were both surprised when he went straight through Merric and the wheel as if they weren't even there. The Hero-King landed face-first on the stage just as Merric's bindings suddenly opened and let the mage fall to his knees. A few things dawned on Merric all at once as he looked about.
-one was that Oggo was standing with a wand in hand and a proud look on his face.
- two was that in exchange for being released from the wheel he was suddenly clothed again, well in his assistant's costume at least.
- three was that there was suddenly an accessory upon his chest that he had not expected, a wiggling pair of size 12 feet that flexed their toes in confusion.
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"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! Magic is a cruel mistress! She can be a happy young thing much like my pair of assistants but push her too far and watch her suddenly turn upon a dime to a spiteful old crone! Young Marth took advantage of the trick only to now become a part of it! Now with my Lady Hel's permission, I'd like to continue on with my trick and show off some new two-person ones I've worked out! My lady?!"
Hel showed no indication of having paid any attention to the Great Oggo's speech as at some point her various tickle pets in the audience had gotten rowdy to give their bored mistress something to play with after Prince Marth had left. The "lucky" winner had been Lord Pent who'd been passed hand over hand to their mistress who stretched him over her and had been lightly trailing her skeletal fingers down the nobles spine and savoring the cute giggles that the refined man was squeaking out for her as if he was a snickering pussy cat laying across her lap.
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While this was happening Merric's eyes were glued to the feet that now took up most of his vision. He gave them a poke to confirm that they were real and heard a giggle from the dazed Marth behind him that confirmed it. His mind suddenly filled with thoughts of running his fingers all along them to get revenge for his spinning tickle torture but a part of him stopped him. It was the part of him that remembered his childhood with Marth and how the two had played together. Their trainers may have been different with Merric having seen the young Prince being tickled by Jagen a good few times to motivate him but he'd always paled at the sight.
Once his teacher Wendell had done the same no doubt taking inspiration from the knight commander and summoning an airy green feather with his spells under the table while the mage had been studying to play along his sandaled toes. He'd been surprised by the way Merric had broken down into giggly tears before fleeing so fast he'd seemed to be a green blur.
The young battlemage had held up in his room for a solid day ignoring the pleas of his teacher, fellow students, and even the Princess of Altea herself! It wasn't until Marth had brought the old mage before Merric's chambers and almost demanded an apology and a promise from the kingdom's premier mage about how his friend Merric was to be treated in the future that he had finally come out and returned to his studies.
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From that day forward Marth and Elyce had known that despite their own interests in it that Merric himself would hold no truck with the T-word. Indeed to Wendell and Jagen the sight of the little prince bringing his friend out of his chambers by the hand had been quite comical but to Merric it had been the cementing of a friendship that would span decades and lead him to fight in two wars for his friend and liege with an understanding between them. Absolutely no tickles!
He hated them and how weak he was to them so this world based on them had left a pit in Merric's stomach that had been gnawing at him for a while but even worse was the thoughts in his mind clawing their way forwards about how great it would be to dish it out at the very least. He shoved them down and fought as hard as he could to remember how much he hated the stupid tickling.
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All of this happened while he still stared straight into the gorgeous soles that faced up at him, however. His friend Marth or at least the perverted thing that looked like him still groaned behind him. His fingers itched and he dreamed of what it would feel like to skate them inside Marth's perfectly shaped arches.
"Why my assistant seems to be having trouble! Perhaps he's unsure of just how much participation this audience member has signed up for by touching the talent? Let's make it easy for him to figure it out! Presto Costume-Change-O!"
In the space of a blink, Marth's apparel changed. Gone was the armor and robes of a young King and instead the moaning bluenette was now attired in an outfit just like Merric's with a few key differences.
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While Merric's bunny gear was a bright red and adorned with hearts, his friends was a subdued yet sultry black and adorned with spades. The other key difference to Marth's outfit stared Merric in the face as those damnably tempting feet now hid behind a pair of black fishnets that did nothing but tease the evil thoughts that skulked in his head. He remembered the time Elyce had worn them in happier days when they'd all celebrated together and how her brother had joked about how his legs would look better in them. Merric couldn't comment on the legs now but the dryness in his mouth was all the indication he needed about his friend's feet. He jumped a bit as he suddenly felt strong hands begin pawing at his ankles. He looked back and saw Marth regaining his wits and seeing what was coming. The Hero-King turned Head-Creep now tried to Merric's nyloned foot out from under him and up into his grip. Without much more thought Merric dug his nails into the ball of Marth's of foot and watched how he spasmed like he'd been shocked. He pinched the peak of the blushing hill and saw how his friend now covered his mouth and stared daggers at him from a rapidly reddening countenance.
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"No fahahahir Little Merry! Your suppohohsed to get tihihickled not give ihihit bahahck!"
Merric pulled open Marth's curled toes rather dispassionately and scratched at the soft skin between them by working a finger through the gaps in his friends stocking. He arched an eyebrow at the statement and a small voice in the back of his head said that Prince Marth had never called him that before.
"Ooooh, Mr. Ahahahssitant I'm gonna tihihickle you so goohohod when I gehehet out of here! No matter how hard you bite at my heels the SHOHOHOW WILL GO OHOHON!"
Merric found himself hearing those words and almost unconsciously lowering his head to nibble the smooth heels to a shower of squeaks from his friend behind him. Once more his head told the mage that his liege had never spoken like that before but his body was moving on its own to taste his the ticklish feet he had all to himself.
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When Oggo let down the illusion of a struggling Marth, it still took a solid minute for Merry to realize that the Hero-King hadn't actually been fighting back. Oggo had made him see an illusion that covered a still dazed Marth who'd just been lying there soaking up the tickles and whose voice he felt he'd done a good job of copying. Whatever it took to get his audience into the show and looking over to the crowd he saw that once more they were on the edges of their seats. Even Lady Hel who was multitasking tickling the trapped foot of Pent she had under her arm and manipulating the skeletal hands that were tickling the rears of her various pets in the audience.
Oggo adopted a thinking pose as if he thinking of what to do next but in reality, he was undoing the spell that had his assistants trapped together. Marth's ankles slipped out of Merric's chest and in seconds the black bunny had the red one trapped between his legs and helpless as he danced his fingers in the crook of his neck.
"Ladies and Gentlemen a big hand for my new assistant Little Marry! He's taking it to like a fish to water isn't he folks? I think he's so good that I'll let him pick the next trick! How about it kid what are you thinking?"
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Marth shoved Merric onto his belly and climbed atop his friends back. He pulled the greenette's ankles into his lap and crossed them before slipping off the heels and digging into the cute nyloned feet he had before him. When Oggo noticed he was being ignored he sulked for a moment before waving his wand and producing a bouquet but this time with a strong pair of size 12's amidst the flowers. He bent one of the daffodils over and played it along the toes before feigning surprise at the giggly mess his assistants had collapsed into.
"Why what's the matter boys? Maybe you should focus on the show? C'mon pick a trick!"
Marth's cheeks were bright red in contrast to his hair and Merric was pounding his fists on the stage. A few strokes on the toes though and Marth was ready to make some choices.
"A cahahard trick then! No mohohore on my tohoes!"
"Card trick?! Kind of pedestrian but I suppose
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Oggo flicked his wrist and spread out a fan of cards facing himself that he then offered to Marth and Merric. The two were hesitant but when a third hand slipped from his cloak to whip yet another bouquet from a 2nd wand they acquiesced. The two both took cards and watched as the others floated from the magician's hand and spread out around them. Marth had a look of dull-eyed glee at trick while Merric swallowed nervously.
"Now my lovelies what cards did you take?" Oggo asked prompting a confused response from Merric.
"Wait are we not supposed to guess your ca-AHAHA!"
His question was interrupted by one of the cards floating by him suddenly producing a white-gloved hand that dug into his tummy. The greenette shoved it away but suddenly became very aware of all the other cards floating around him. He looked at the card he had picked and suddenly noticed it was blank, looking over at Marth's his was the same.
"You didn't think I would just let you look again, did you? We have to have some suspense! Now come on, what was your card? Marth, you first!"
"Hmmmm five of clubs?"
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In response to the Hero-King's haphazard guess, the actual five of clubs floated away from the pack and produced a hand. It slowly and teasingly slipped the high heel off Marth's fish-netted foot and gave his round heel a poke making the lovely young man giggle.
"It looks like that card didn't appreciate that claim. Oooh, Merry, I hope you have a better memory! If you don't though I bet you two can laugh about it!"
Merric swallowed again and wracked his brain to try and remember his card before suddenly blurting out "Three of Diamonds?!" The feeling of a finger exploring his ear led him to believe that this had been the wrong answer. His friend Marth yelled out another card and lost his other shoe before breaking into giggly joy as his arches were stroked and pinched. The focus swung back to Merric who swallowed and hazarded a guess for the "Eight of Clubs" before the card swung itself right into his view and began tickling lightly upon his button nose.
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So the show continued with Marth and Merric guessing wildly and more and more hands coming from the cards to punish them. For Marth soon the entire lower suits of the diamonds and spades were teasing his feet and pits while for Merric they spread out more and got a bit more creative. The eight and six of clubs kneaded his stomach as if they were making a happy loaf of bread while his shoulderblades were stroked from behind by fingers belonging to all four jacks. Every time he tried to swat them away his pits would be attacked by a pair of twos all while his toes were twiddled by a full house of hearts. Even his knees were being squeezed all until he finally stumbled onto the right answer and yelled out "The King of Hearts!"
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When he did so all of his torments stopped and his tormentors became a swarm of grasping hands that descended upon Marth-y's ticklish frame. He started to float into the air while shrieking hysterically at the swarm trying to carry him away until Merric grabbed him by the ankles and pull him down. Though his liege had obviously been turned by the dark and perverse magic of this tickle obsessed land, Merric refused to allow his friend to again be separated from him as he yelled out more random guesses to try and save Marth. Finally, he stumbled on the King of Spades, and Marth was released into his grip by the cards who fluttered off into the darkness. He tried to breathe a sigh of relief but in seconds Marth was chewing on Merric's nipple through his costume and making him squeal out laughter. This was all ill-advised as Merric had his liege in the classic princess carry and had never been that strong, to begin with. His knees trembled and the two finally fell back through an inexplicably placed trap-door.
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Oggo made an exaggerated show of shock and ran about the stage looking for his handsome assistants while Merric tried to get his bearings. He and Marth had been forced into some kind of container and he could vaguely hear Oggo continuing the show without them. However, Merric became very aware, very quickly that this container he and Marth had been forced into was not empty. The boys thrashed about as the wriggly, slimy and squishy worms got into every crevice and spot they had while outside Oggo seemed to not even notice they were gone. Marth slapped and clawed to try and get the wriggly things out of his ticklish pits while Merric once again cursed his weakness as he sank deeper into the worms and felt them coiling themselves around his nyloned, sausage toes. In Marth's struggles, he accidentally swiped his finger across Merric's foot. Just enough to make a small slit in Little Merry's nylon that the dastardly worms streamed through en masse. Soon the unfortunate mages nylons squirmed and writhed with worms who were trapped against his skin with nowhere to go. He wanted to scream but knew that opening his mouth would just fill it with worms.
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He felt the sensation of movement outside the container and indeed the crowd wondered why there was a barrel shaking from side to side slowly rising behind the game of cups Oggo was playing with his young assistants where he was making the two try and guess which cup hid their magically removed soles. All besides Lady Hel who was enraptured with playing her cold nails along the jiggling backside of the Lord Pent she had stretched on her lap. Down upon the floor, her feet were worshipped and massaged by his blonde-haired son. She looked up through when the barrel exploded with a loud pop, spraying tickly worms over all of her pets in the audience who slapped at their clothes as the magically enhanced little creatures quickly slipped under them and made beelines for their worst spots.
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Merric and Marth spilled out onto the stage interrupting Oggo who once again chewed the scenery by acting as if this wasn't planned.
"Wait! Now I have four little ticklish assistants?! Ay-ya-yay, magic is complicated!"
Merric was so glad to be out of the barrel of laughs that he missed something very important that had changed. Instead, he puzzled at Oggo's two new assistants. They were both young boys who seemed vaguely familiar to him and who were adorned in oversized magician's tuxes that matched Oggo's. What stood out most to him about them was their hair which was quite long. The raven-haired ones were down to his shoulders while the redheads were even longer. Both blushed sheepishly in a way that told Merric this show hadn't changed much in content while he was gone yet these two still had hard glares of defiance.
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He was suddenly tackled to the ground by Marth who he also realized had changed. His liege was now as the same size as when they'd first fought together though his ticklish temperament didn't seem different. Merric suddenly realized that like just him he was also now small! Oggo had shrunk him to the size of a child just like Marth who was manhandling him over to a pair of seats right alongside the other two assistants. He was sat down and unlike the other two belts suddenly secured him into the seat. His ankles were levitated up onto a stool before him just like Marth's were until his position matched the other two boys.
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"Ladies and Gentlemen the incredible Multiplying Munchkins! A big hand! However, let's go back to our original show!"
A loud poof went off and after the smoke cleared Merric and Marth were back to their old selves and in Merric's case a fresh pair of nylons sans tears. He looked over and realized that those two others were gone and had now been replaced with his former comrades Navarre and Michalis. The two long-haired men's clothes had been changed to match his and Marth's with Michalis bearing the diamonds and light red stockings, in contrast, Navarre who wore pantyhose and the clubs. Like Marth and him they both had belts running across their chests and wrists to keep them in place and both of the men's cheeks were tinged with a blush of pink. His observation of his fellows ended when Oggo snapped his fingers and four large pink cups appeared out of thin air before he and Marth.
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"Okay, ladies and gentlemen lets see if my actual assistants have better luck than these two scabs! It's time for these boys to find their feet in a hard world, PRESTO OGGO!"
More cups came and hid Navarre and Michalis's feet as well before all eight began shuffling quickly before Merric's eyes. He tried to keep an eye on both of them but lost them completely when a pair of gloved hands appeared behind him and begin tickling right below his nipples. The others were similarly distracted with Navarre's thighs being squeezed, a feather being played on Marth's nose and Michalis's pits being explored. With these distractions, the boys had no way to keep track and quickly ended up with mismatched feet as the cups came up. Merric himself now had one fish-netted 12 and a massive 14 hiding in a now green stocking. The others had ended up in similar situations but suddenly started laughing in such an infectious way that Merry joined them.
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In truth, the feet rebelled against the boys and plunged them all into hysterical laughter at the unfamiliar sensations. Merric's one smaller foot plunged its toes right into the inviting wall of green fabric stretched over his larger while similar scenes played out with the others. Michalis had received one pantyhose clad 12 and another that hid in fishnets. The sheerly materialed one gingerly fluttered its toes along the side of the other in a form of slow worship that had the tall redhead sputtering while trying to hold it in. Marth had received the missing feet from both Michalis and Navarre and was howling as the smaller was dominated by the larger who had dug it's big toe up into the arch and penetrated the fabric to get at the tasty meat. The strangest one though was Navarre who through the strangest of chances had received not one but two little nyloned peets. While the others laughed at the melee's at the ends of their ankles Navarre moaned and melted into his chair as a pair of hands formed beneath the fabric and treated his rented feet to a massage that had the swordsman feel as if his little remaining grey matter was trickling down his ear.
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"What a show folks! Unfortunately, it looks as if one of our boys is slacking off on the job! However, Navarre was our big winner so let's get him something nice!"
With a snap of his fingers, the feet were shuffled back into the right order for the boys who all calmed down except Navarre. Navarre's pantyhose had developed a run that looked suspiciously like a pair of fingers that were having the time of their lives exploring his muscled calves. He thrashed in his seat at the feeling as his chair slid back away from the others and towards a massive iron maiden in the corner of the stage. He floated out of his chair and inside of the tomb all while still laughing. The pantyhose slid off his legs and quickly forced itself between his lips as it closed behind him. A spotlight illuminated someone striding onto stage and Merric gasped at the form of Princess Caeda walking out wearing an outfit just like the rest of them with matching clubs for Navarre. She carried a sword and as the crowd gasped she plunged it into the iron maiden right at chest height for Navarre as the crowd gasped.
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Oggo snapped his fingers and an image appeared for all to see. Navarre now naked as the day he was born inside the maiden with a large fluffy feather plume spinning on his tight stomach.
"A big hand for the feather swords of Caeda everyone! Show them again dearie!"
Caeda produced two more blades and showed them to the crowd before stabbing them into the maiden at Navarre's neck and crotch. All in attendance gasped as two more large feathers entered Navarre's tomb in corresponding places and began spinning as well to tickle his neck and balls as well while he tried to get away. Caeda produced more swords and plunged them in as Navarre's tomb got fluffier but Merric could no longer watch that as the cups returned and once again began shuffling.
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The boys watched intently to keep track but again the hands returned, this time fumbling about with the men's costumes to free their genitals. Once each proud cock was free the gloved hands pumped them rapidly as the assistants groaned and forgot all about the game until it was time to choose. Once more Merric had one big foot being bullied by a fishnetted sneak while his liege received one of his own feet back which was then attacked by the other big one. Michalis shook his head as the cups were raised to reveal a pair of petite feet clad in nylons but was quickly subdued as once again they were treated to a deep tissue massage that had the man fighting to keep his eyes open. He didn't even notice his sister Maria step onto the stage sharing his diamond outfit.
She pulled her brother's chair back and the stool magically followed until she was right next to Caeda and the now sword-filled iron maiden leaking white from the bottom. She produced a wand and made a show of tapping it once against her older brother's red-headed cranium than gesturing as his feet grew back to their normal size and the material returned to the red-stockings to match his leggings. She poked right into the arch with her magic wand and delighted as instantly the performance began. Michalis's outfit rippled and the tall ginger immediately began to yell in ticklish agony as shapes took form beneath the material. Maria as a born showman simply gestured as what seemed to be an endless flow of fluffy bunnies began to pour from his clothes. Michalis threw his head back and scream at the feeling of the fuzzy little creatures brushing him down as they escaped his clothes and marched as a horde over to the recently opened iron maiden to stuff themselves inside and add a new fluffy level of hell to Navarre's torture.
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Merric swallowed hard at the sight of the shrieking, giggling wrecks that had once been two of the strongest men he'd ever fought alongside. He let out a very unmanly yelp though when he was poked in the cheek to regain his attention to his own situation. He turned back to see Princess Sheena and Miss Catria of the Whitewings had joined them on stage. They both wore the stage garbs with Catria bearing the spades and Sheena the hearts. Catria pulled his friend's chair from beside Merric until he and Prince Marth were facing each other now. The two women removed the stools from beneath the lad's ankles and knelt down to take one ticklish foot each from the boys.
"Now ladies and gentlemen we've had a great time with my assistants and while things are always more fun in groups, my next trick will require only one set of hands and feet! So now let's put this up to some friendly competition. A simple game! Whichever of these handsome young men laughs first is the loser! It'll be tough of course especially because of the UNBREAKABLE RINGS!"
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Both of them jumped at the feeling of cold metal on their skin as they were encircled by lengths of interconnected steel rings. They were soon both bound to their chairs once more as a ring each encircled one wrist each. It was pulled off into the sky to have the Archanean's trapped with one arm stretched up to the sky. The perfect position for the ring that broke in two before their eyes to put the two new pieces of sharp metal. Merric and Marth both jittered at the feeling of the metal dragging about in their armpits but they knew what was on the line. The game was made harder as the two young ladies each dug into the feet they held hostage.
Merric and Marth though both stayed strong. The two jiggled and sputtered with the effort but managed to keep silent. Merric though with the sensitive feet of a magic user and the weaker constitution to match was having a much harder time of it. He knew that he stood no chance of beating a warrior like Prince Marth in a contest like this without trickery and wanted to apologize to his friend but knew that opening his mouth was as good as a forfeit. Instead he snaked finger forward through the gaps in the rings and gave his childhood friend and liege a good poke right in the navel. He looked away as Marth burst into belly laughs and the rings released them both.
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His friend's chair disappeared out from under him and he watched as he tumbled backward into a box that had appeared behind him. The lid shut on him quickly and Catria hauled the box upright and turned it towards the crowd. With Oggo's help, they pulled the box apart, section by section, and rearranged them into a new box. Catria smiled to the crowd as she opened the section at the bottom to reveal a worried Marth's face. While she delighted in pressing a fishnetted foot over the Hero-King's face to silence his protests, Merric was surreptitiously working on his bindings and slipping his way loose.
Catria knelt down and opened the next compartment to reveal a pair of knees that anatomically speaking were still in the right place. She leaned forward to start nibbling on their caps while the head below her protested and squeaked at the torment. Finally, she straightened herself up and opened the next box to reveal a pair of fishnetted size 12's dangling nervously. She reached inside to give the bottom of the soles a pinch and squealed at the cute way Marth protested while curling his toes shyly. She played with the toes for a moment before opening the final section and revealing Marth's trapped torso into whose abs she hungrily dug.
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Merric hadn't really been paying scrutiny as he was close to wearing down the belts keeping him down but if he had been than an observant man like him would have wondered where Marth's arms were. When one took a handful of his belly through his costume it came as a complete surprise because of that. He howled in laughter even as the other crawled it's way up and began stroking its fingers on Merric's messy cock while poking along his shaft.
The noises Merric made at the strange attack drew Oggo's attention and the magician stepped over to check on his handsome assistant. Merric could do nothing but pretend to still be bound as the evil man knelt down and pressed his face into the wind mage's nyloned soles. He then teased his fingers along the tops of the petite feet to make them wiggle along his feet and force Merric into giving his tormentor a footie facial.
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Through it, all Merric kept working on the belts and had finally gotten the last one loose. He had originally planned to wait for an opening but all his plans went out the window as the trickster began to chew on his toes. The feeling of the man's mouth immediately made him kick the pervert in the face and leap out of the chair. The crowd roared at his attempt to escape and he felt the rune on his foot burn but he was determined to find freedom. He ducked under Sheena's attempt to grab him but didn't see the foot that snuck its way in to trip him. He sprawled out on the stage and soon had a boot placed on his chest to pin him. It wasn't much but it was enough for the trick to begin.
Merric opened his mouth to protest and was quickly silenced by a pair of womanly stockinged feet pressing their long toes into his mouth. He gagged on the attack by the disembodied feet of Princess Minerva while her brothers own similarly detached feet quickly floated their way into to smother his face. He writhed and could do nothing as two pairs of pantyhosed feet attacked his chest, the masculine ones trapping his nipples through his costume and running them between its toes while the feminine ones ran their toes all along his ribs. His cock was trapped in between a massive pair of feet that bore his own nylon's while a distinctly pair of feminine in fish-nets ones dug their toes into his ticklish armpits. All while his feet were gently footsied by his friend Marth's who didn't even seem mad at his betrayal.
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Oggo smiled at the sight of his rebellious apprentice being devoured by a swarm of feet and looked at the lovely ladies floating above the stage who'd donated theirs to the show. He snapped his fingers and the four women floated over to the crowd who were eager to pull them in and begin tickling them out of their minds. Caeda was held down by the Ephraim's who all sat upon her and ran pegasus feathers along her rear while she shrieked. Sheena was sat upon by the Reglay's who all calmly sat upon the burly princess's chest while shoving their gorgeously pedicured feet into her face for worship. Catria found her self pulled into the ticklish embrace of Alfonse and Lif who tickled her hips while pulling her into a sitting position to enjoy the rest of the show. And finally, Minerva found herself victimized by the sibling pair of the Robins and their sister Aversa who all took the time to thoroughly explore the strong woman's muscles.
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Oggo clapped and the stage filled with smoke as he began the final trick. Merric squirmed and tried to escape but quickly realized that the feet wouldn't let him go as Hel herself floated down to the stage to collect her prize. Oggo calmly waved his hands and enjoyed the look of abject hysterical terror on Merric's face as he disappeared into the man's hat. Tapping his wand upon the hat Oggo produced a number of party favors for his Queen and her generals.
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For Princess Laegjarn a pair of playing cards that held perfect images of his assistant's bare nipples. She scratched them and enjoyed the phantom sound of laughter from the man that sounded through the room.
For Princess Laevateinn a top hat from the bottom of which protruded a pair of shy size 10's. She placed it upon the ground and delighted as to how they tried to flee as she stroked their tops.
For Helbindi a beautiful corsage which hidden in the flowers had a tired and sticky cock that still begged for more tickles in his opinion.
And finally, for Queen Hel a crystal ball filled with green smoke. Upon her command, it would summon forth a green-haired head that she could toy with in any way she pleased or simply admire the few of it contorted in absolute ticklish agony for eternity.
You've been a wonderful audience.
