Lake Superior
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Wolt kicked idly at the water and pouted. He'd been waiting here at the beach for awhile to meet with Mast-...Roy he corrected himself internally. That conversation with his lord would take a while to get used to... He stared at his sandal-clad feet and wiggled the toes showing from them, while playing his Lord and friends' words back to himself about how he'd like those two positions in Wolt's mind switched. Waiting here for his mast-...friend Roy, damn he'd done it again - was doing nothing to improve his feelings. He'd wanted to ask his lord...friend's opinion on if he could ever be forgiven if he asked to remain his vassal first and friend second despite what his liege...friend had asked of him. He wondered what could be taking Lord Roy and Lillina so long-Wait! What if something had happened to them?
He stood up in a panic and began pacing back and forth along the sands. He'd stupidly asked to go ahead after Roy had confronted him about his lack of familiarity with him, then in a childish bout of emotion he'd run ahead on the swimming expedition they'd requested him to join them on. He'd been so stupidly eager to go that he was waiting in his trunks when Roy had pulled him aside like that. He'd told him about how he was mad at someone he considered his best friend, but didn't think of him beyond how Roy's own station affected them. How they'd been close as children, Roy and this person, but once his lordship had been revealed they treated him differently. Wolt was eager to find this person for his lord and tell them off, but the remark about childhood had thrown him. He hadn't known Roy to have had any other friends as a lad besides him. Was he maybe speaking of Lady Lillina? Though she had been the one to tell Wolt about Roy's position she...oh. Wolt had understood and had asked to be excused so as to scout ahead for the nobles. He'd run off as Roy yelled after him to wait as he needed sometime to think. To have let such a stupid mistake get his lord captured was something he wouldn't be able to live with. Roy was already saddened at how Klein and Clarine had gone missing as well as how Raigh and Rutger had disappeared. He reached for his bow determined to go at once to save his lord but stopped. "What if I'm simply imagining things?" He said aloud to noone, not noticing a stirring in the shallows. "What if I'm just making something up so that I don't have to think on what my lieg...er friend said? Blast and damn." Wolt strode over to the shallows and stuck his sandaled feet into the briney blue. Letting the cool feeling of the water relax him. "Ahhhh Lord Roy is most likely fine. I MEAN MY FRIEND ROY! Drat and blast."
The sun beat down unforgivingly, and he shielded his eyes at just the right moment so as to miss the hands of a white-haired figure down the beach suddenly flash. Looking back in that direction he shrugged at the sight of nothing but empty beach. Deciding this was the best place to wait for his friend Roy, the archer allowed himself to relax in the sea. He stepped further into the water with that thought in his head, when his foot thudded against something in the shallows. The water stirred and Wolt wondered what it was as the figure watched from afar. The large dome in the water was about two feet tall and the curious archer used his own foot to explore around it before being reckless and stepping atop it. Wolt recalled what he'd been told by all the others about how to be wary at all times in this realm and above all else never remove your shoes. He shook his head at the absurdity of what his friend Roy had told him. Wait! Lord! Lord Roy! ...Actually no, hang on, he'd gotten it right that time. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his green hair. "THIS WORLD IS SOOO WEIRD! WHO FIGHTS A WAR THROUGH TICKLING!?" he yelled to nobody. Still, as he panted from the outburst he felt a tad better. Though it wounded him to say it perhaps Lord Roy had simply misjudged Klein as a person. The idea of brainwashing a person through something as silly as that was laughable to him. His mother had tickled him a bit when he was little using her arrows, but that was something totally different. Taking a step idly he almost slid right off the small dome he'd scaled, and after correcting his balance remembered what exactly he was doing here. This strange dome. He ran a hand along it beneath the water and found it not smooth but coarse. At the top he found a hole. Running a finger along the edge he contemplated sticking his hand in, but remembered what he'd been told of this world and its traps.
Instead he opted to place one of the arrows from his quiver into the hole. He placed it inside to the point where his hand would also have to go in to fit the arrow any deeper, and was puzzled at what that meant. Throwing caution to the wind the retainer placed his hand inside the hole and found it shallow enough to pat the bottom. Small fish swam in the water in there as Wolt felt about to see if there was a hole that perhaps he'd placed the arrow into to account for that shocking deepness, but found nothing but a sandy bottom. He wondered about Lord Roy again and felt definite concern at how he and Lady Lilina had yet to arrive here. He was sure they were safe in retrospect what with being accompanied by such capable fellow heroes as The Knights Frederick and Cordelia, as well a literal King like Innes. Still, if they had run into trouble he wanted to help them. This hole for some reason was really on his mind though. His friend Roy would love this hole! The water inside it was a good deal warmer than the already warm seawater he'd previously been waist-deep in. Now at atop the dome, it was only about ankle-deep. The idea of that warm water on a certain part of his body was astoundingly appealing as it jumped to the forefront of his mind strangely. He felt like his friend Roy would love nothing more than to sit here with him as the two of them both put their feet into this hole and enjoyed the warm water. He heard a noise like stones grinding together and snapped out of his dreams of himself and Lord Roy that had left him almost as green as his lordship's hair. He searched around for the source of the noise and saw nothing in the water or upon the beach. He tried to get to his feet but couldn't. Looking down he saw that the source of the noise was an almost stony plate that slid against his knees and trapped his feet and calves in the hole. The fog lifted from his mind and he cursed himself for his stupidity at sticking himself here. He pulled but had no luck at getting free from the hole. He wiggled his sandaled toes nervously inside their new home and swallowed, trying to justify this as not the exact kind of thing Roy had warned him to watch out for. He felt something brush against his ankle and panicked at the thought of his feet not being alone in there. He tried wedging his bow into the crack in the plates to wedge it free but lost his grip and watched helplessly as the bow Roy had gotten him went twirling off into the drink.
Meanwhile, the residents of the hole started to stir. First the small fish that dwelt inside came to investigate the ten newcomers to their ecosystem and the strange cage they were in. The pale little worms wiggled when they swam against the white trunks that emerged from their cage, and as Wolt tried not to panic the little fish got brave and decided to play with their new friends. They began swimming amongst them and flitting their long trailing fins and tails at them to wake them up. Wolt started snickering on the outside as he frantically tried to get his fingers between the plates to pry himself free. Cackling like mad at the feeling of something slick and slippery getting between his toes and trailing maddeningly light-feeling string along their tops. He tried kicking to get them off with what little movement he had in his legs but that was a terrible idea. The second his feet were no longer flat, the curious fish pushed themselves inside the holes at the sides of his sandals. Thanks to the advantage of their bonelessness, these tricky little fish sticks were able to fit it into all kinds of tight places, and right into the spaces between Wolt's toes as well as snug under his soles and arches were the new lands they explored as the Sunbeam Archer went wild topside from the invasion of privacy. He tried stomping his feet but his lack of leg strength, the current of the water, and just how little he could move his legs in this position all combined to only really be able to pat his fishy ticklers with his soles. The soft warm skin atop them though felt heavenly to the little blighters who would vibrate in joy under the boy's size 9's at the new blanket they'd found. Atop the shell Wolt was going wild at the fishy fondling he was receiving.
He pounded his fists upon his seat and shook his head from side to side at the unwelcome attention. "Yooooou shoooouldn't doooo that," a droning voice said, causing him to look around. The hollow banging had chased off the fishies but it had also caused a silly looking head to pop out from the dome. It stared at the boy and gave a toothy grin that made Wolt's skin crawl. A pair of hands started to emerge from the water and began creeping up the shell towards him. In a panic the sunny boy tried splashing water at the hands as that was all he could really do at the moment in this position. The face disappeared back into the water and reappeared at his left but closer than before. "There's ooooother things in my shell yoooou knoooow. Bigger things that you'll wake up with your noooooise." As if answering a summons, a pair of long eels emerged from their homes to investigate what the commotion was. "Can you help me escape?" A hopeful Wolt asked the stranger, though the shake in his voice betrayed that he wasn't that hopeful. The strange creature simply smiled wider as its hands stayed just far enough from Wolt so as to be threatening, but not quite in striking distance. The long fingers wiggled just below the water and Wolt could see pieces of seaweed and kelp dangling from in-between the webbed digits. Wolt flinched as they drew closer but jumped at the feeling of teeth brushing against his feet. Down in the shell the eels had grown curious about the new arrivals and were trying to remove the wrapping around them. Carefully their teeth gnawed through the leather of Wolt's sandals, still though the fangs grazed Wolt's wiggling feet and made him snicker and twist as the creature's hands came closer. "My name's Kappa new boooooy. Happy booooy. Wiggly booooy. I'm a Kappa! What's yooooour name nice booooy? Silly booooy? Smile-y booooy? Tell Kappa!" Wolt couldn't answer that if he tried because as his snacked-through sandals floated down to the bottom, the eels were now seeing if these wiggly little worms could simply be swallowed! Taking the little digits into their mouths the sea-snakes flicked long forked tongues over the tops of them and they nibbled ever so lightly at their bottoms. Four eels managed to get ten toes between them pretty well squared away, which made Wolt defenseless as the Kappa named Kappa got his hands upon his shoulders. The wiggling boyo was soon restrained and just forced to take it as the eels sucked and nibbled at his toes in the water. The webbed fingers worked themselves into his shoulders as the eels tongues snaked out from between their teeth and entwined themselves beneath the stems of the short toes. Wolt was going red in the face and banging his fists again when they retreated. Breathing hard, Wolt finally started to notice the massage he was receiving and instinctively eased into it in appreciation after his workout. "Oh Lord Roy-!!! I-I mean!" "Whoooose my tasty boooooy talking aboooout? My name's Kappa! I'm a Kappa! Mmmm is the silly booooy noooot feeling well?"
To Wolt's surprise the plate released him! Before he could get away though he was seized by the waist and shoved into the water onto his belly. His swim trunks were pulled down by Kappa the Kappa and a long webbed finger teased up the pale sun-spared skin of his cheeks. He s******ed even as he writhed under the creature who was pinning him to its shell with its impossibly extending limbs. A few fingers started lightly teasing his lower back but his writhing was cut short by the sound of his stomach rumbling uncomfortably. "Oooooh? Is wiggly boooooy feeling bad? Rumbly tumbly? Pooooor baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle baby booooy!" Wolt could writhe as a webbed finger trailed slimy kelp along his lower back and made him want to scream. Meanwhile the other hand dragged nails along his cheeks and made him quiver pressed against the monsters shell. His only thought was how he hoped that Roy never found them now, as he feared the idea of his friend laying facedown next to him sharing the same fate. His heart hitched in his chest at that fear coming true as he saw a certain red-haired lord charging towards them! Upon seeing his lord flanked by a few other Heroes Wolt tried to wave him away, as from seemingly nowhere Robin appeared to harry them. The loyal maid of Laegjarn swung a lance to trip Roy and with a mere flick of the harpoon she used as a weapon, she sent Roy's shoes and socks flying into the air baring his small feet to the sunlight. The sight of them stopped Wolt's breath in his throat as he hadn't seen them since coming to the realm of Askr. He remembered he and Roy's tickle fights from when they were both small and so did Roy as he had warned Wolt about taking care of your shoes in this realm, lest it be the end of you.
The feeling of a webbed finger teasing his asshole got Wolt's mind back on his own plight as he burst into belly laughs at his entrance being knocked upon. "BAHAHAHAHA HEEEHEHEELLP! PLEEEHEEASEE ROHOOHOY I CAHAHAHAN'T GET FREE! SAHAHAHAVE ME!" He shrieked as other swimsuit-clad warriors helped Roy knock Robin aside and they all charged towards the kappa teasing Wolt. The feeling of movement though made a new level of fear take Wolt as the Kappa's shell started off away from the shore and his friends to take refuge in the sea. Wolt was starting to be dragged now towards that damn hole that had started everything. The eels had emerged from their hole and wrapped around his bare ankles. They were teasing the backs of his knees with long tongues as they dragged him towards their den. Roy and the others were in the water now and splashing towards them. Wolt tried digging his fingers into the shell to slow his movement but found his face seized by one of the reptilian hands and squished up. A long finger was extended from the other hand and began slowly teasing his nose. Wolt went wild at that as his nose basically acted as a switch to turn his resistance off. With an outstretched hand to Roy he disappeared down the hole into blackness and watched as the plate closed behind him. Roy and the others could do nothing but watch, as once it had its prey safely secured the kappa's shell took off like a shot away from them into the deep ocean. Roy kicked at the water in anger at his inability to save his friend while the others tried to console him.
When Wolt's eyes opened it was to a surprise. Blue, in all direction. He panicked and tried to whip around to see where the surface was but couldn't find anything but more blue in every direction he looked. He panicked and exhaled in a cloud of bubbles at how he was going to drown, but almost choked in surprise at how he was able to breathe. Despite the water around him, when he inhaled he could taste only the cleanest air. He swam in place in confusion at this new ability and in where he was now. The last thing he remembered was that turtle man dragging him away from his friend Roy. Now he saw no sign of either it or Roy down here which relieved him somewhat. A small bit of light caught his eye and he began to swim towards that in absence of any better ideas. He took deep breaths while he approached it as if the water might suddenly remember that he shouldn't be able to breathe it. Swimming towards the light he brushed aside pieces of string or kelp or something that he didn't want to concern himself with. Still, when a strand of that "something" trailed along his cheek it was like electricity shocked the skin lightly. The sensation traveled straight from his cheek into his brain and overcame him with...laughter. He burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles at just the one touch and tried to swat at the string to make it go away.
Suddenly the light drew closer to him, as more strings suddenly started to flow around him. He tried to swim away but now could he see that the strands had encircled him with no way back. That light was getting closer by the second and as Wolt tried to swim away he saw its form over his shoulder: a squishy, clear body that had those damn clear tentacles protruding from all over. Now that he had a clear look at it, Wolt could see that it looked like a massive form of a sea creature that Lilina had shown him once in her books. "It's a jellyfish Wolt! It stings so watch out! If you see it on the beach don't step on it and don't let Roy touch it either." Lilina had never said anything about it tickling or how big they were! The tentacles closed in around him just as the main body pushed into the pruny soles of his feet and surged over the little delicacies before taking them into itself. Wolt suddenly felt as if his feet were being bathed in electrically charged jelly that was sending stimuli up his legs and into his overloaded mind. The tentacles zapped him along his arms and sides and made him twist at the tickly sensations that were overtaking his body. They teased along his ribs and neck as he thrashed about blowing a steady blast of bubbles as his laughter was lost into the sea. A single little naughty stinger teased its way into his ear, and a little buzz right there went straight into his poor, pounding brain. He went limp after that in the tendrils, helpless to do anything but laugh out a jet of bubbles as they teased his nipples, nose, and chin.
Wolt was so overloaded that he didn't see the massive shadow swimming around the edge of his vision. The giant creature circled around to examine the pair that was making such a commotion in the blue. It recognized one of the creatures as its usual snack, but was confused by whatever it had entangled itself in that was blasting so many bubbles. Still, its massive stomach rumbled loud enough to tell the animal that food was near and that was the important thing. It picked up speed as it approached the jelly and the boy that was being turned to jelly, opening its massive mouth as it approached. The brainless sealife and the not-much-brighter landlubber could do nothing as the massive mouth streamed them in, though Wolt did manage to hook himself on the lip and lose the jelly as it was dragged down the gullet without him. The whale closed its massive mouth and trapped that tiny foot out there while its owner dangled into the warm mouth. Wolt noticed right away that the water inside was much warmer, but in seeing the inside of the mouth he noticed something else: the massive creature's mouth coated with what looked to be some sort of fuzz. He was so entranced by it, as well as the white liquid dripping from it, that he barely registered how there was no water in the whale's mouth and that this was not how whales normally worked. Instead all he could look at was all this fuzz and the various fuzz covered protuberances that lined the whale's mouth. They pulsed and writhed when Wolt placed a bare foot to the whale's gums to try and pull himself free. "Okay, so don't move..." Wolt whispered to himself "Got it..."
Wolt flexed the toes of his one foot out in the scary blue by itself, if only to reassure himself that it was still there outside the massive beast. Something this big though couldn't exist on its own though. Its massive hide would get riddled with parasites and barnacles without a dedicated support crew. Those little crabs that would clean the big guy now scuttled toward the strange pink thing sprouting from their host's mouth. The little crabs gathered around the strange parasite and went to work. Inside Wolt yelped at the feeling of pincers taking hold of his toes. He tried to stay still but smaller pincers now pinched super sensitive skin between the captives toes and made him begin to crack. A couple of adventurous crustacean's decided to scale his foot so that they could pinch the mounds of pink flesh that were the ball and heel. Inside his fishy prison Wolt had his hands clapped firmly over his mouth and was trying to keep still, but was jumping with each pinch to his poor foot. The fuzz lining inside of the whale's mouth shook (and in the case of a few hanging parts spun?!) in response to his every movement. The very movement of the crabs atop his foot with their pointy little legs upon his sole was driving him up the wall though. They started climbing in-between the toes and finally broke him.
"BAHAHA NOOOHOO!! WHAHAHT THE HEHEHELL'S IS OUT THEHEHERE! LEHEHEHT GOO! GIHIHIVE ME BACK MY FOOOHOOTGAHAHA!" He screamed as he pounded his free foot into the fleshy wall that held him, wrapping his hands around his ribs due to how he could hardly breathe out of exhaustion. His massive captor wondered what the feeling upon the roof of its mouth was, and opened its jaws a bit to allow the seawater to pour in and begin a cleaning in there. Wolt was freed from the wall he was stuck in but the rushing water knocked him stupid, and when he landed it was in the wet fuzz that lined the inside of the mouth. Sniffing the liquid as everything came to life, he recognized what it was and felt his heart sink into his stomach. Soap was what lined the fuzzy protuberances and floors that now surged over the happy archer. Stems and pillars of various kinds forced themselves over Wolt's body and, for a lack of a better word, scrubbed him. A big one the size of a log went between his legs and scrubbed his thighs and backsides, while little ones that resembled string bound his toes and flossed their undersides. Wolt's eyes were squeezed shut from the soap all over his body as somehow what felt like hands joined the mix! They pinched his knees to get behind them and dug deeeeep into his belly button. His ribs somehow felt a spinning brush as the archer wondered what kind of soggy tickle hell he'd been dragged into by that bastard kappa. His chin, shoulders, and thighs felt more soapy spinning brushes ravage them while the fuzzy hands dug hard into his pits. When he opened his mouth to laugh something was jammed inside to keep it that way, and suddenly two brushes jammed their way in to begin scrubbing the inside of his mouth. He sputtered at the last one and finally opened his eyes to see what was happening. Every kind of tickle tool and a few he'd never even dreamed of were formed from this damn soapy fuzz. His fishy host was very unhappy with his guest and was gonna wash his everything out with soap as punishment. Wolt was dragged into the air by a fuzzy hand, wrapping itself around the ankle of that same crab-ravaged foot, so that his rear could be opened and scrubbed more thoroughly. He gagged on the amount of soap in his mouth but then had his head turned so that it would spill out. Tiny brushes invaded his ears and began detail work on the undersides of his toes and balls. Wolt came explosively but was spic and span in seconds. His hair was scrubbed but his nose was carefully avoided to allow him to breath. When it all pulled away and Wolt was sucked down the throat, he hadn't the energy to do anything but soapily slide down its gullet.
Landing with a thud the soapy retainer was so tired he could barely move. All he could see of this massive stomach was a massive pool of water and massive, oddly pristine-looking clam shell. A hand protruded from between its ridged lips and urgently beckoned him over. The formerly-sunny-now-soapy-boy was too tired to move and could barely muster the effort to let out a confused.. "What?" While the puzzled boy panted though a new predator took aim. Slipping from the massive pools, they slid along the ground towards the newest soapy wreck that had been deposited down here by the whale. The hand in the clam grew more urgent as Wolt just stared blankly as if his mind had been scrubbed clean as well; until he felt something coil around his ankle and begin pulling him towards the water. His soapy skin slid smoothly along the ground as more tentacles descended upon him. They were coated in the same fuzz from above as they dragged him over they scrubbed him once more, working up a thick lather and focusing hard on his caught foot once more. He was barking laughter as more emerged from the pool and wrapped around his limbs and neck. He was lifted up towards the surging form of a squid that emerged from pool and brought before its sharp beak. He didn't even have the energy to struggle and could only hang and laugh as his extra soapy foot was proffered to the mouth which opened wide to greet it. A long tongue darted out and pressed to his heel to drag up the foot, then between the toes, and along the top. Wolt's desperate tears intermingled with the soap as once the horridly slimy tongue had gotten all the soap off his foot, then the tentacles rearranged him in mid-air and forced one of his hands forward to take its place. It started in between the fingers as Wolt pleaded in hysterical gibberish for freedom, for his lord, for it to just stop. Something splashed into the water and Wolt was roughly dropped into the pool as it went to investigate. He bobbed there for a minute feeling how heavy his eyelids felt as a strong arm wrapped around him and began dragging him away from the thrashing squid. He gave in to sleep despite the situation out of exhaustion from his various workouts.
When he awoke it was to an environment and feeling that for lack of a better word was...clammy. Despite groaning inwardly at the pun, it was the best description. The pink inside of the shell left his skin feeling cold just by the sight alone, and the sleeping woman with a fishy lower half next to him did nothing more to inspire confidence. He moved the hand she had draped over him quietly and carefully to allow himself freedom before then trying to lever open the shell to further allow the archer to sneak away. He blushed at the thought of Roy laughing at the part where of this story where he woke up to a naked woman next to him. Despite getting his fingers in the crack he wasn't having much luck and the lack of room in here wasn't helping. His new quarters were only slightly roomier than a coffin and sharing it with another...person (Creature? Laguz?) wasn't helping. Wolt's bare and pruny size 10's were right in his rescuer's face, and despite his best efforts to be respectful, should they wake up it would be to the rosy sight of them. He felt hot air from the fish woman on the soggy soles and winced as he assumed she was just breathing in her sleep. Odd that a fish would do that, maybe if he'd read books like Roy and Lilina he would've known that. Indeed, had Wolt read books on the fable of mermaids he would've known that they don't and that they are very self-serving and cunning creatures. Wolt thought he was a master of stealth and silence for not waking his new roommate, but in reality the seaweed-haired water wench had woken almost immediately to a wonderful sight. Soggy, pruney and pink soles inches from her face, that hot breath was this mer-perv's breath as she took in a big whiff of the soggy, soapy-smelling soles sported by the sunny sir she shared her shell with. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she brought a finger just millimeters away from the wrinkly thing and dreamed of tracing each line over and over. When Wolt stared back at his host though she went back to feigning sleep just to have some fun with the dumb boy. He wouldn't be able to open the shell without the help of someone strong enough to withstand crushing depths.
This boy was trapped in here with her whether he liked it or not, and considering how well he'd done out there with that soapy Kraken he really should like it. Wolt adjusted himself to try and get a better grip and she had to stop herself from whimpering as the piggies moved out of tongue lashing range. The sight of a soggy little sea cucumber hanging between the boy's thighs though did improve her mood. Her head swam with dreams of the man bound tight in seaweed with that pretty cock presented through the bindings, her pinching it between her fingers and twiddling it back and forth while he begged for more. Wolt felt a chill run up his spine and checked on his captor still sleeping, before going back to trying to get the shell open. The mermaid giggled internally as she rolled over in her "sleep" and coincidentally swiped her slimy wet hair along the undersides of his pruned little toes. He clapped a hand over his mouth and checked to make sure that she was still slumbering. He sighed in relief and turned back to his work. "What exactly does he think I'll do if I wake?" the mermaid wondered. "For that matter, what does he have planned if I do?" The mermaid flicked her gossamer tail and stroked the youthful warrior's belly causing him to burst out laughing and try to curl up. Having had enough fun the mermaid scooped his ankles out from under him and bundled them up tight in her arms to allow her to use them as a soapy scented bouquet, taking a deep drag of their aroma. Just the feeling of the hot breath had Wolt snorting down at the end of the clam, or perhaps that was the fishtail once again stimulating his nose.
She kept his feet pressed against her chest and daintily ran nails through the wrinkles whether they were natural or just the result of his long swim. When they tried to tense up she just squealed at the cuteness and took big toe between her teeth before playing along the little wrinkly toes and making Wolt squeal as well. The fishy tail was slapping happily and its fins caught him in the face no matter which way he turned, either teasing his nose, ears or neck depending upon his actions. The mermaid slapped away his hands when he tried to resist and pressed her lips into his soapy soles. Wolt's eyes widened, he knew what was coming as he and Roy had done it to each other during their own tickle fights, and for a period of his childhood it was how Lord Eliwood and Hector would greet him and the young lion. They'd never done it on his feet though, and the feeling of the mermaid blowing a big salty raspberry that left seawater-flavored saliva flushing the last little specks of soap from the wrinkles on his soles made his eyes cross. He went limp as it felt like she'd blasted his resistance away. Bracing for more he was instead surprised as his feet were released and bottom patted gently to get his attention. "C'mon up here new fish. Not much else we can do so let's chat." "Yo-you can talk-EEEHE" A quick poke to his thighs had Wolt scrambling to listen to what his water-logged captor said. Between talking or more tickling he knew which he'd rather do. When he was face to face with her he blushed as he hadn't considered how the lady was topless until now. She seized him around the neck and squished him against her chest absolutely enamored with how well the redness of his cheeks went with the color of hair.
"You should be thanking me you know. If it weren't for me that fellow out there would still be using you as a soapy piece of saltwater laffy-taffy. You should give me a nice big 'Thank you Miss Hram!' you lucky clover-haired boy. When I first got thrown in here nobody helped me, and that Kraken had me cracking up till the big fellow swallowed this cozy little shelter" Despite himself Wolt felt tired again but a swipe of a fishy tail along his feet shot his eyes open and got him a waggled finger in his face. "We're a lot alike. That Kappa bastard tricked everything in here in some way to put it in here. I dunno who that 'Surtr' he said he was taking us to is, but maybe he's better than this?" "Surtr? Lord- I mean Roy told me that he's the one who kidnapped our friends!" A finger booped him on the nose and Wolt turned beet red. "And you! And me...I guess. I don't know how long I've been here but it's doing something to me. It's all I can right now not to just gitchy, gitchy, gitchy all over you. Oooh I can't stand it! This place does something to you!" She started stroking a finger up Wolt's spine and delighted at how he wiggled in her grasp. "Eheheehee We neehehehed to get out of here!" "You going outside this shell is just gonna earn you another scrub-down, cutie. This time he probably won't let you go and you'll just have to stay there until the Kappa wants to pull you out to give to his master." The naughty finger withdrew from his spine but now started gliding along his side. He kept arms folded behind the mermaid Hram's head though rather than try and stop her. This place was doing something to him he noticed. He wanted to see where that fish stick would go next. "The second you leave this shell you'll get scooped up and scrubbed real hard for having gotten away. That's just what that squid does." Something about that caught Wolt's attention, but his mind was too wrapped up in digging his fingers into the mermaids belly. She flopped about the fish out of water she was before a quick tail swipe got Wolt's feet and turned him into putty in her hands. He was flipped onto his back and had his tum explored while that fin continued along his pruny soles to make him beg. "Oooh your feet are wonderful! I don't anybody would be able to resist them!"
A light went off in Wolt's head and he formulated a strategy. "Could you open this shell?" He asked of the mermaid currently exploring his belly button. "Of course. How would I have gotten in here?" "Cohould yohoohu get up out of the stomach?" "Never. I've been so bored and it's a dream to play with." "NAHAHAHAT MINE!" "Oh? Do you have some kind of plan to escape? Poo, I must admit that I was looking forward to spending some time in here with you, but I suppose we should try and escape. What did you have in mind?" "Open the shell but just a crack." "Whatever for? He'll simply reach in here and pull us out." "I haha-stop it! I have a plan! I'll plug the hole myself." "With what dear?" "My feet. He went straight for those last time so he'll probably do it again." "If you just want your feet tickled pink I could do it, with gusto. Disappointing though, I guess this place already got to your mind." "No! Well...No! I have to get back to Roy and my friends! You're going to pull me back in so that he'll get the shell and start using that to get his food. Then while he's busy we'll climb up out of here." "Clever, but what if he just grabs us and strings us both up for scrubbing?" "Ah! Well...I..." "Though I suppose it's either stay in here and get tickled or take a chance at getting tickled out there. I'm in, though on one condition!" "I don't really have a choice do I-WAIT HEY!" In seconds Wolt's vision was filled with fish fin as Hram, switched positions so quickly he questioned if he'd maybe moved. "I just wanna say good bye to my babies." "Stop playing arou-GAUAHA!" Wolt's baby toes were forced back by thumb so that fingernails could ravage their stems. He tried to sit up and stop his mer-captor, but a big fishy tail forced him down and teased his nose again while Hram wished a fishy-farewell to his not-so-fortunate feet. "The little ones are the ones I'm most concerned for. They're helpless by themselves. Look!" Indeed with nothing but a pinch, Wolt's pinky toes were restrained and wiggled to and fro by his horny accomplice-to-be. Beneath the fin pressed to his face was a smile so wide the top of his head threatened to fall off. Hram moved onto the next pair as Wolt pounded his fist on the shell that was so integral to his plan. Cooing she went on with her mocking performance noticing that Wolt wasn't saying stop through his laughter. She got the next toes in line and gave them pecks as if they were marching off to war while Wolt battled with the laughter in his throat. "You take care of the little toes ok? I know your overlooked but your still just as darling and need to take care of your brothers! So cheer up! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Wolt broke and tried to shove her off his feet only to bundled up in her arms with a fishy finger teasing his nose.
"Awww is someone jealous? I was gonna give you some encouragement, too, my little sea flower!" "Cahahan you be SEEEHEHERIOUS?!? WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!" "Your plan silly!" Indeed while Wolt had been protesting Hram had levered open the shell and stuffed his sensitive soles through. They were being soaped and scrubbed in seconds by the hungry kraken who was pulling the shell-bound pair to itself. The soapy tentacles were ravaging in between Wolt's toes as he tried to pull himself away with Hram's help. Eventually with the help of sudsy friction they were able to extricate him from the krakens grasp. When the tentacles lost hold of him they chased into the shell after them. Moving quickly they opened the shell wide and slipped around the questing appendages which were now pulling the soapy clamshell to the squid. Carrying his new mer-friend on his back Wolt was quick to get the pair to the throat and climbed up back to the mouth with his new pal in tow. Once they arrived at the mouth though, once again Wolt ended up getting the rough scrub-down while his partner-in-crime forced open the whale's mouth. She reached back for him to pull him out though to freedom but stopped suddenly.
The mouth closed once more on Wolt's pale ankles but this time it was the other way. Wolt's body was protruding out into the sea with his poor, abused feet trapped inside between the whale's lips. He could do nothing but watch as his accomplice floated off, laughing at the swarm of crabs pinching her all over lightly to drive her mad. She swatted at them but their little legs were more dextrous than they let on. She was officially doomed though once she floated right into another passing jelly which was quick to take her into its shockingly ticklish embrace. Wolt could go nowhere as another jelly collided with him and quickly wrapped around him as well because of how the two had decided to escape right as their host was going face-first into a school of them. Lightning-fast electrical tickles ripped through Wolt's body as his new hugging buddy tried to fend off the small crabs charging all over Wolt's body. Their pointy little legs drove him mad as they pinched at his tum, knees and pits to try and get rid of both these foreign contaminants. Wolt was screaming a steady stream of hysterical bubbles as light strands of jelly zappers teased his navel, nips and ribs. He could do nothing as he saw one go for his ear to give him another paralyzing zap that would leave him a helpless toy. He forgot about that instantly though as the feeling of something gigantic, wet and slimy completely overtook his trapped feet. Since the whale had been denied more jellies for its dinner, it contented itself with the tiny, salty snacks that its escapee had left it. Wolt shrieked and waved his arms like a madman at the feeling of the massive taste buds forcing themselves between his pruny toes before going limp as he was given that zap that doomed him to simply hang there and be subjected to all these deep sea sensations.
When the Kappa arrived at Castle Muspel with its wares for trade, his buyers were pleased as punch to pull out a broken and giggly Wolt as well as his fishy new friend. Surtr had big plans for this loyal archer and, as he carried him and this bonus mermaid away to the baths, was already imagining how nice the two would look in the fish tank he'd make for them. Oh they'd love it. Their smiles would practically be painted on.
He stood up in a panic and began pacing back and forth along the sands. He'd stupidly asked to go ahead after Roy had confronted him about his lack of familiarity with him, then in a childish bout of emotion he'd run ahead on the swimming expedition they'd requested him to join them on. He'd been so stupidly eager to go that he was waiting in his trunks when Roy had pulled him aside like that. He'd told him about how he was mad at someone he considered his best friend, but didn't think of him beyond how Roy's own station affected them. How they'd been close as children, Roy and this person, but once his lordship had been revealed they treated him differently. Wolt was eager to find this person for his lord and tell them off, but the remark about childhood had thrown him. He hadn't known Roy to have had any other friends as a lad besides him. Was he maybe speaking of Lady Lillina? Though she had been the one to tell Wolt about Roy's position she...oh. Wolt had understood and had asked to be excused so as to scout ahead for the nobles. He'd run off as Roy yelled after him to wait as he needed sometime to think. To have let such a stupid mistake get his lord captured was something he wouldn't be able to live with. Roy was already saddened at how Klein and Clarine had gone missing as well as how Raigh and Rutger had disappeared. He reached for his bow determined to go at once to save his lord but stopped. "What if I'm simply imagining things?" He said aloud to noone, not noticing a stirring in the shallows. "What if I'm just making something up so that I don't have to think on what my lieg...er friend said? Blast and damn." Wolt strode over to the shallows and stuck his sandaled feet into the briney blue. Letting the cool feeling of the water relax him. "Ahhhh Lord Roy is most likely fine. I MEAN MY FRIEND ROY! Drat and blast."
The sun beat down unforgivingly, and he shielded his eyes at just the right moment so as to miss the hands of a white-haired figure down the beach suddenly flash. Looking back in that direction he shrugged at the sight of nothing but empty beach. Deciding this was the best place to wait for his friend Roy, the archer allowed himself to relax in the sea. He stepped further into the water with that thought in his head, when his foot thudded against something in the shallows. The water stirred and Wolt wondered what it was as the figure watched from afar. The large dome in the water was about two feet tall and the curious archer used his own foot to explore around it before being reckless and stepping atop it. Wolt recalled what he'd been told by all the others about how to be wary at all times in this realm and above all else never remove your shoes. He shook his head at the absurdity of what his friend Roy had told him. Wait! Lord! Lord Roy! ...Actually no, hang on, he'd gotten it right that time. He shook his head and ran his fingers through his green hair. "THIS WORLD IS SOOO WEIRD! WHO FIGHTS A WAR THROUGH TICKLING!?" he yelled to nobody. Still, as he panted from the outburst he felt a tad better. Though it wounded him to say it perhaps Lord Roy had simply misjudged Klein as a person. The idea of brainwashing a person through something as silly as that was laughable to him. His mother had tickled him a bit when he was little using her arrows, but that was something totally different. Taking a step idly he almost slid right off the small dome he'd scaled, and after correcting his balance remembered what exactly he was doing here. This strange dome. He ran a hand along it beneath the water and found it not smooth but coarse. At the top he found a hole. Running a finger along the edge he contemplated sticking his hand in, but remembered what he'd been told of this world and its traps.
Instead he opted to place one of the arrows from his quiver into the hole. He placed it inside to the point where his hand would also have to go in to fit the arrow any deeper, and was puzzled at what that meant. Throwing caution to the wind the retainer placed his hand inside the hole and found it shallow enough to pat the bottom. Small fish swam in the water in there as Wolt felt about to see if there was a hole that perhaps he'd placed the arrow into to account for that shocking deepness, but found nothing but a sandy bottom. He wondered about Lord Roy again and felt definite concern at how he and Lady Lilina had yet to arrive here. He was sure they were safe in retrospect what with being accompanied by such capable fellow heroes as The Knights Frederick and Cordelia, as well a literal King like Innes. Still, if they had run into trouble he wanted to help them. This hole for some reason was really on his mind though. His friend Roy would love this hole! The water inside it was a good deal warmer than the already warm seawater he'd previously been waist-deep in. Now at atop the dome, it was only about ankle-deep. The idea of that warm water on a certain part of his body was astoundingly appealing as it jumped to the forefront of his mind strangely. He felt like his friend Roy would love nothing more than to sit here with him as the two of them both put their feet into this hole and enjoyed the warm water. He heard a noise like stones grinding together and snapped out of his dreams of himself and Lord Roy that had left him almost as green as his lordship's hair. He searched around for the source of the noise and saw nothing in the water or upon the beach. He tried to get to his feet but couldn't. Looking down he saw that the source of the noise was an almost stony plate that slid against his knees and trapped his feet and calves in the hole. The fog lifted from his mind and he cursed himself for his stupidity at sticking himself here. He pulled but had no luck at getting free from the hole. He wiggled his sandaled toes nervously inside their new home and swallowed, trying to justify this as not the exact kind of thing Roy had warned him to watch out for. He felt something brush against his ankle and panicked at the thought of his feet not being alone in there. He tried wedging his bow into the crack in the plates to wedge it free but lost his grip and watched helplessly as the bow Roy had gotten him went twirling off into the drink.
Meanwhile, the residents of the hole started to stir. First the small fish that dwelt inside came to investigate the ten newcomers to their ecosystem and the strange cage they were in. The pale little worms wiggled when they swam against the white trunks that emerged from their cage, and as Wolt tried not to panic the little fish got brave and decided to play with their new friends. They began swimming amongst them and flitting their long trailing fins and tails at them to wake them up. Wolt started snickering on the outside as he frantically tried to get his fingers between the plates to pry himself free. Cackling like mad at the feeling of something slick and slippery getting between his toes and trailing maddeningly light-feeling string along their tops. He tried kicking to get them off with what little movement he had in his legs but that was a terrible idea. The second his feet were no longer flat, the curious fish pushed themselves inside the holes at the sides of his sandals. Thanks to the advantage of their bonelessness, these tricky little fish sticks were able to fit it into all kinds of tight places, and right into the spaces between Wolt's toes as well as snug under his soles and arches were the new lands they explored as the Sunbeam Archer went wild topside from the invasion of privacy. He tried stomping his feet but his lack of leg strength, the current of the water, and just how little he could move his legs in this position all combined to only really be able to pat his fishy ticklers with his soles. The soft warm skin atop them though felt heavenly to the little blighters who would vibrate in joy under the boy's size 9's at the new blanket they'd found. Atop the shell Wolt was going wild at the fishy fondling he was receiving.
He pounded his fists upon his seat and shook his head from side to side at the unwelcome attention. "Yooooou shoooouldn't doooo that," a droning voice said, causing him to look around. The hollow banging had chased off the fishies but it had also caused a silly looking head to pop out from the dome. It stared at the boy and gave a toothy grin that made Wolt's skin crawl. A pair of hands started to emerge from the water and began creeping up the shell towards him. In a panic the sunny boy tried splashing water at the hands as that was all he could really do at the moment in this position. The face disappeared back into the water and reappeared at his left but closer than before. "There's ooooother things in my shell yoooou knoooow. Bigger things that you'll wake up with your noooooise." As if answering a summons, a pair of long eels emerged from their homes to investigate what the commotion was. "Can you help me escape?" A hopeful Wolt asked the stranger, though the shake in his voice betrayed that he wasn't that hopeful. The strange creature simply smiled wider as its hands stayed just far enough from Wolt so as to be threatening, but not quite in striking distance. The long fingers wiggled just below the water and Wolt could see pieces of seaweed and kelp dangling from in-between the webbed digits. Wolt flinched as they drew closer but jumped at the feeling of teeth brushing against his feet. Down in the shell the eels had grown curious about the new arrivals and were trying to remove the wrapping around them. Carefully their teeth gnawed through the leather of Wolt's sandals, still though the fangs grazed Wolt's wiggling feet and made him snicker and twist as the creature's hands came closer. "My name's Kappa new boooooy. Happy booooy. Wiggly booooy. I'm a Kappa! What's yooooour name nice booooy? Silly booooy? Smile-y booooy? Tell Kappa!" Wolt couldn't answer that if he tried because as his snacked-through sandals floated down to the bottom, the eels were now seeing if these wiggly little worms could simply be swallowed! Taking the little digits into their mouths the sea-snakes flicked long forked tongues over the tops of them and they nibbled ever so lightly at their bottoms. Four eels managed to get ten toes between them pretty well squared away, which made Wolt defenseless as the Kappa named Kappa got his hands upon his shoulders. The wiggling boyo was soon restrained and just forced to take it as the eels sucked and nibbled at his toes in the water. The webbed fingers worked themselves into his shoulders as the eels tongues snaked out from between their teeth and entwined themselves beneath the stems of the short toes. Wolt was going red in the face and banging his fists again when they retreated. Breathing hard, Wolt finally started to notice the massage he was receiving and instinctively eased into it in appreciation after his workout. "Oh Lord Roy-!!! I-I mean!" "Whoooose my tasty boooooy talking aboooout? My name's Kappa! I'm a Kappa! Mmmm is the silly booooy noooot feeling well?"
To Wolt's surprise the plate released him! Before he could get away though he was seized by the waist and shoved into the water onto his belly. His swim trunks were pulled down by Kappa the Kappa and a long webbed finger teased up the pale sun-spared skin of his cheeks. He s******ed even as he writhed under the creature who was pinning him to its shell with its impossibly extending limbs. A few fingers started lightly teasing his lower back but his writhing was cut short by the sound of his stomach rumbling uncomfortably. "Oooooh? Is wiggly boooooy feeling bad? Rumbly tumbly? Pooooor baby. Tickle, tickle, tickle baby booooy!" Wolt could writhe as a webbed finger trailed slimy kelp along his lower back and made him want to scream. Meanwhile the other hand dragged nails along his cheeks and made him quiver pressed against the monsters shell. His only thought was how he hoped that Roy never found them now, as he feared the idea of his friend laying facedown next to him sharing the same fate. His heart hitched in his chest at that fear coming true as he saw a certain red-haired lord charging towards them! Upon seeing his lord flanked by a few other Heroes Wolt tried to wave him away, as from seemingly nowhere Robin appeared to harry them. The loyal maid of Laegjarn swung a lance to trip Roy and with a mere flick of the harpoon she used as a weapon, she sent Roy's shoes and socks flying into the air baring his small feet to the sunlight. The sight of them stopped Wolt's breath in his throat as he hadn't seen them since coming to the realm of Askr. He remembered he and Roy's tickle fights from when they were both small and so did Roy as he had warned Wolt about taking care of your shoes in this realm, lest it be the end of you.
The feeling of a webbed finger teasing his asshole got Wolt's mind back on his own plight as he burst into belly laughs at his entrance being knocked upon. "BAHAHAHAHA HEEEHEHEELLP! PLEEEHEEASEE ROHOOHOY I CAHAHAHAN'T GET FREE! SAHAHAHAVE ME!" He shrieked as other swimsuit-clad warriors helped Roy knock Robin aside and they all charged towards the kappa teasing Wolt. The feeling of movement though made a new level of fear take Wolt as the Kappa's shell started off away from the shore and his friends to take refuge in the sea. Wolt was starting to be dragged now towards that damn hole that had started everything. The eels had emerged from their hole and wrapped around his bare ankles. They were teasing the backs of his knees with long tongues as they dragged him towards their den. Roy and the others were in the water now and splashing towards them. Wolt tried digging his fingers into the shell to slow his movement but found his face seized by one of the reptilian hands and squished up. A long finger was extended from the other hand and began slowly teasing his nose. Wolt went wild at that as his nose basically acted as a switch to turn his resistance off. With an outstretched hand to Roy he disappeared down the hole into blackness and watched as the plate closed behind him. Roy and the others could do nothing but watch, as once it had its prey safely secured the kappa's shell took off like a shot away from them into the deep ocean. Roy kicked at the water in anger at his inability to save his friend while the others tried to console him.
When Wolt's eyes opened it was to a surprise. Blue, in all direction. He panicked and tried to whip around to see where the surface was but couldn't find anything but more blue in every direction he looked. He panicked and exhaled in a cloud of bubbles at how he was going to drown, but almost choked in surprise at how he was able to breathe. Despite the water around him, when he inhaled he could taste only the cleanest air. He swam in place in confusion at this new ability and in where he was now. The last thing he remembered was that turtle man dragging him away from his friend Roy. Now he saw no sign of either it or Roy down here which relieved him somewhat. A small bit of light caught his eye and he began to swim towards that in absence of any better ideas. He took deep breaths while he approached it as if the water might suddenly remember that he shouldn't be able to breathe it. Swimming towards the light he brushed aside pieces of string or kelp or something that he didn't want to concern himself with. Still, when a strand of that "something" trailed along his cheek it was like electricity shocked the skin lightly. The sensation traveled straight from his cheek into his brain and overcame him with...laughter. He burst into an uncontrollable fit of giggles at just the one touch and tried to swat at the string to make it go away.
Suddenly the light drew closer to him, as more strings suddenly started to flow around him. He tried to swim away but now could he see that the strands had encircled him with no way back. That light was getting closer by the second and as Wolt tried to swim away he saw its form over his shoulder: a squishy, clear body that had those damn clear tentacles protruding from all over. Now that he had a clear look at it, Wolt could see that it looked like a massive form of a sea creature that Lilina had shown him once in her books. "It's a jellyfish Wolt! It stings so watch out! If you see it on the beach don't step on it and don't let Roy touch it either." Lilina had never said anything about it tickling or how big they were! The tentacles closed in around him just as the main body pushed into the pruny soles of his feet and surged over the little delicacies before taking them into itself. Wolt suddenly felt as if his feet were being bathed in electrically charged jelly that was sending stimuli up his legs and into his overloaded mind. The tentacles zapped him along his arms and sides and made him twist at the tickly sensations that were overtaking his body. They teased along his ribs and neck as he thrashed about blowing a steady blast of bubbles as his laughter was lost into the sea. A single little naughty stinger teased its way into his ear, and a little buzz right there went straight into his poor, pounding brain. He went limp after that in the tendrils, helpless to do anything but laugh out a jet of bubbles as they teased his nipples, nose, and chin.
Wolt was so overloaded that he didn't see the massive shadow swimming around the edge of his vision. The giant creature circled around to examine the pair that was making such a commotion in the blue. It recognized one of the creatures as its usual snack, but was confused by whatever it had entangled itself in that was blasting so many bubbles. Still, its massive stomach rumbled loud enough to tell the animal that food was near and that was the important thing. It picked up speed as it approached the jelly and the boy that was being turned to jelly, opening its massive mouth as it approached. The brainless sealife and the not-much-brighter landlubber could do nothing as the massive mouth streamed them in, though Wolt did manage to hook himself on the lip and lose the jelly as it was dragged down the gullet without him. The whale closed its massive mouth and trapped that tiny foot out there while its owner dangled into the warm mouth. Wolt noticed right away that the water inside was much warmer, but in seeing the inside of the mouth he noticed something else: the massive creature's mouth coated with what looked to be some sort of fuzz. He was so entranced by it, as well as the white liquid dripping from it, that he barely registered how there was no water in the whale's mouth and that this was not how whales normally worked. Instead all he could look at was all this fuzz and the various fuzz covered protuberances that lined the whale's mouth. They pulsed and writhed when Wolt placed a bare foot to the whale's gums to try and pull himself free. "Okay, so don't move..." Wolt whispered to himself "Got it..."
Wolt flexed the toes of his one foot out in the scary blue by itself, if only to reassure himself that it was still there outside the massive beast. Something this big though couldn't exist on its own though. Its massive hide would get riddled with parasites and barnacles without a dedicated support crew. Those little crabs that would clean the big guy now scuttled toward the strange pink thing sprouting from their host's mouth. The little crabs gathered around the strange parasite and went to work. Inside Wolt yelped at the feeling of pincers taking hold of his toes. He tried to stay still but smaller pincers now pinched super sensitive skin between the captives toes and made him begin to crack. A couple of adventurous crustacean's decided to scale his foot so that they could pinch the mounds of pink flesh that were the ball and heel. Inside his fishy prison Wolt had his hands clapped firmly over his mouth and was trying to keep still, but was jumping with each pinch to his poor foot. The fuzz lining inside of the whale's mouth shook (and in the case of a few hanging parts spun?!) in response to his every movement. The very movement of the crabs atop his foot with their pointy little legs upon his sole was driving him up the wall though. They started climbing in-between the toes and finally broke him.
"BAHAHA NOOOHOO!! WHAHAHT THE HEHEHELL'S IS OUT THEHEHERE! LEHEHEHT GOO! GIHIHIVE ME BACK MY FOOOHOOTGAHAHA!" He screamed as he pounded his free foot into the fleshy wall that held him, wrapping his hands around his ribs due to how he could hardly breathe out of exhaustion. His massive captor wondered what the feeling upon the roof of its mouth was, and opened its jaws a bit to allow the seawater to pour in and begin a cleaning in there. Wolt was freed from the wall he was stuck in but the rushing water knocked him stupid, and when he landed it was in the wet fuzz that lined the inside of the mouth. Sniffing the liquid as everything came to life, he recognized what it was and felt his heart sink into his stomach. Soap was what lined the fuzzy protuberances and floors that now surged over the happy archer. Stems and pillars of various kinds forced themselves over Wolt's body and, for a lack of a better word, scrubbed him. A big one the size of a log went between his legs and scrubbed his thighs and backsides, while little ones that resembled string bound his toes and flossed their undersides. Wolt's eyes were squeezed shut from the soap all over his body as somehow what felt like hands joined the mix! They pinched his knees to get behind them and dug deeeeep into his belly button. His ribs somehow felt a spinning brush as the archer wondered what kind of soggy tickle hell he'd been dragged into by that bastard kappa. His chin, shoulders, and thighs felt more soapy spinning brushes ravage them while the fuzzy hands dug hard into his pits. When he opened his mouth to laugh something was jammed inside to keep it that way, and suddenly two brushes jammed their way in to begin scrubbing the inside of his mouth. He sputtered at the last one and finally opened his eyes to see what was happening. Every kind of tickle tool and a few he'd never even dreamed of were formed from this damn soapy fuzz. His fishy host was very unhappy with his guest and was gonna wash his everything out with soap as punishment. Wolt was dragged into the air by a fuzzy hand, wrapping itself around the ankle of that same crab-ravaged foot, so that his rear could be opened and scrubbed more thoroughly. He gagged on the amount of soap in his mouth but then had his head turned so that it would spill out. Tiny brushes invaded his ears and began detail work on the undersides of his toes and balls. Wolt came explosively but was spic and span in seconds. His hair was scrubbed but his nose was carefully avoided to allow him to breath. When it all pulled away and Wolt was sucked down the throat, he hadn't the energy to do anything but soapily slide down its gullet.
Landing with a thud the soapy retainer was so tired he could barely move. All he could see of this massive stomach was a massive pool of water and massive, oddly pristine-looking clam shell. A hand protruded from between its ridged lips and urgently beckoned him over. The formerly-sunny-now-soapy-boy was too tired to move and could barely muster the effort to let out a confused.. "What?" While the puzzled boy panted though a new predator took aim. Slipping from the massive pools, they slid along the ground towards the newest soapy wreck that had been deposited down here by the whale. The hand in the clam grew more urgent as Wolt just stared blankly as if his mind had been scrubbed clean as well; until he felt something coil around his ankle and begin pulling him towards the water. His soapy skin slid smoothly along the ground as more tentacles descended upon him. They were coated in the same fuzz from above as they dragged him over they scrubbed him once more, working up a thick lather and focusing hard on his caught foot once more. He was barking laughter as more emerged from the pool and wrapped around his limbs and neck. He was lifted up towards the surging form of a squid that emerged from pool and brought before its sharp beak. He didn't even have the energy to struggle and could only hang and laugh as his extra soapy foot was proffered to the mouth which opened wide to greet it. A long tongue darted out and pressed to his heel to drag up the foot, then between the toes, and along the top. Wolt's desperate tears intermingled with the soap as once the horridly slimy tongue had gotten all the soap off his foot, then the tentacles rearranged him in mid-air and forced one of his hands forward to take its place. It started in between the fingers as Wolt pleaded in hysterical gibberish for freedom, for his lord, for it to just stop. Something splashed into the water and Wolt was roughly dropped into the pool as it went to investigate. He bobbed there for a minute feeling how heavy his eyelids felt as a strong arm wrapped around him and began dragging him away from the thrashing squid. He gave in to sleep despite the situation out of exhaustion from his various workouts.
When he awoke it was to an environment and feeling that for lack of a better word was...clammy. Despite groaning inwardly at the pun, it was the best description. The pink inside of the shell left his skin feeling cold just by the sight alone, and the sleeping woman with a fishy lower half next to him did nothing more to inspire confidence. He moved the hand she had draped over him quietly and carefully to allow himself freedom before then trying to lever open the shell to further allow the archer to sneak away. He blushed at the thought of Roy laughing at the part where of this story where he woke up to a naked woman next to him. Despite getting his fingers in the crack he wasn't having much luck and the lack of room in here wasn't helping. His new quarters were only slightly roomier than a coffin and sharing it with another...person (Creature? Laguz?) wasn't helping. Wolt's bare and pruny size 10's were right in his rescuer's face, and despite his best efforts to be respectful, should they wake up it would be to the rosy sight of them. He felt hot air from the fish woman on the soggy soles and winced as he assumed she was just breathing in her sleep. Odd that a fish would do that, maybe if he'd read books like Roy and Lilina he would've known that. Indeed, had Wolt read books on the fable of mermaids he would've known that they don't and that they are very self-serving and cunning creatures. Wolt thought he was a master of stealth and silence for not waking his new roommate, but in reality the seaweed-haired water wench had woken almost immediately to a wonderful sight. Soggy, pruney and pink soles inches from her face, that hot breath was this mer-perv's breath as she took in a big whiff of the soggy, soapy-smelling soles sported by the sunny sir she shared her shell with. Her tongue hung out of her mouth as she brought a finger just millimeters away from the wrinkly thing and dreamed of tracing each line over and over. When Wolt stared back at his host though she went back to feigning sleep just to have some fun with the dumb boy. He wouldn't be able to open the shell without the help of someone strong enough to withstand crushing depths.
This boy was trapped in here with her whether he liked it or not, and considering how well he'd done out there with that soapy Kraken he really should like it. Wolt adjusted himself to try and get a better grip and she had to stop herself from whimpering as the piggies moved out of tongue lashing range. The sight of a soggy little sea cucumber hanging between the boy's thighs though did improve her mood. Her head swam with dreams of the man bound tight in seaweed with that pretty cock presented through the bindings, her pinching it between her fingers and twiddling it back and forth while he begged for more. Wolt felt a chill run up his spine and checked on his captor still sleeping, before going back to trying to get the shell open. The mermaid giggled internally as she rolled over in her "sleep" and coincidentally swiped her slimy wet hair along the undersides of his pruned little toes. He clapped a hand over his mouth and checked to make sure that she was still slumbering. He sighed in relief and turned back to his work. "What exactly does he think I'll do if I wake?" the mermaid wondered. "For that matter, what does he have planned if I do?" The mermaid flicked her gossamer tail and stroked the youthful warrior's belly causing him to burst out laughing and try to curl up. Having had enough fun the mermaid scooped his ankles out from under him and bundled them up tight in her arms to allow her to use them as a soapy scented bouquet, taking a deep drag of their aroma. Just the feeling of the hot breath had Wolt snorting down at the end of the clam, or perhaps that was the fishtail once again stimulating his nose.
She kept his feet pressed against her chest and daintily ran nails through the wrinkles whether they were natural or just the result of his long swim. When they tried to tense up she just squealed at the cuteness and took big toe between her teeth before playing along the little wrinkly toes and making Wolt squeal as well. The fishy tail was slapping happily and its fins caught him in the face no matter which way he turned, either teasing his nose, ears or neck depending upon his actions. The mermaid slapped away his hands when he tried to resist and pressed her lips into his soapy soles. Wolt's eyes widened, he knew what was coming as he and Roy had done it to each other during their own tickle fights, and for a period of his childhood it was how Lord Eliwood and Hector would greet him and the young lion. They'd never done it on his feet though, and the feeling of the mermaid blowing a big salty raspberry that left seawater-flavored saliva flushing the last little specks of soap from the wrinkles on his soles made his eyes cross. He went limp as it felt like she'd blasted his resistance away. Bracing for more he was instead surprised as his feet were released and bottom patted gently to get his attention. "C'mon up here new fish. Not much else we can do so let's chat." "Yo-you can talk-EEEHE" A quick poke to his thighs had Wolt scrambling to listen to what his water-logged captor said. Between talking or more tickling he knew which he'd rather do. When he was face to face with her he blushed as he hadn't considered how the lady was topless until now. She seized him around the neck and squished him against her chest absolutely enamored with how well the redness of his cheeks went with the color of hair.
"You should be thanking me you know. If it weren't for me that fellow out there would still be using you as a soapy piece of saltwater laffy-taffy. You should give me a nice big 'Thank you Miss Hram!' you lucky clover-haired boy. When I first got thrown in here nobody helped me, and that Kraken had me cracking up till the big fellow swallowed this cozy little shelter" Despite himself Wolt felt tired again but a swipe of a fishy tail along his feet shot his eyes open and got him a waggled finger in his face. "We're a lot alike. That Kappa bastard tricked everything in here in some way to put it in here. I dunno who that 'Surtr' he said he was taking us to is, but maybe he's better than this?" "Surtr? Lord- I mean Roy told me that he's the one who kidnapped our friends!" A finger booped him on the nose and Wolt turned beet red. "And you! And me...I guess. I don't know how long I've been here but it's doing something to me. It's all I can right now not to just gitchy, gitchy, gitchy all over you. Oooh I can't stand it! This place does something to you!" She started stroking a finger up Wolt's spine and delighted at how he wiggled in her grasp. "Eheheehee We neehehehed to get out of here!" "You going outside this shell is just gonna earn you another scrub-down, cutie. This time he probably won't let you go and you'll just have to stay there until the Kappa wants to pull you out to give to his master." The naughty finger withdrew from his spine but now started gliding along his side. He kept arms folded behind the mermaid Hram's head though rather than try and stop her. This place was doing something to him he noticed. He wanted to see where that fish stick would go next. "The second you leave this shell you'll get scooped up and scrubbed real hard for having gotten away. That's just what that squid does." Something about that caught Wolt's attention, but his mind was too wrapped up in digging his fingers into the mermaids belly. She flopped about the fish out of water she was before a quick tail swipe got Wolt's feet and turned him into putty in her hands. He was flipped onto his back and had his tum explored while that fin continued along his pruny soles to make him beg. "Oooh your feet are wonderful! I don't anybody would be able to resist them!"
A light went off in Wolt's head and he formulated a strategy. "Could you open this shell?" He asked of the mermaid currently exploring his belly button. "Of course. How would I have gotten in here?" "Cohould yohoohu get up out of the stomach?" "Never. I've been so bored and it's a dream to play with." "NAHAHAHAT MINE!" "Oh? Do you have some kind of plan to escape? Poo, I must admit that I was looking forward to spending some time in here with you, but I suppose we should try and escape. What did you have in mind?" "Open the shell but just a crack." "Whatever for? He'll simply reach in here and pull us out." "I haha-stop it! I have a plan! I'll plug the hole myself." "With what dear?" "My feet. He went straight for those last time so he'll probably do it again." "If you just want your feet tickled pink I could do it, with gusto. Disappointing though, I guess this place already got to your mind." "No! Well...No! I have to get back to Roy and my friends! You're going to pull me back in so that he'll get the shell and start using that to get his food. Then while he's busy we'll climb up out of here." "Clever, but what if he just grabs us and strings us both up for scrubbing?" "Ah! Well...I..." "Though I suppose it's either stay in here and get tickled or take a chance at getting tickled out there. I'm in, though on one condition!" "I don't really have a choice do I-WAIT HEY!" In seconds Wolt's vision was filled with fish fin as Hram, switched positions so quickly he questioned if he'd maybe moved. "I just wanna say good bye to my babies." "Stop playing arou-GAUAHA!" Wolt's baby toes were forced back by thumb so that fingernails could ravage their stems. He tried to sit up and stop his mer-captor, but a big fishy tail forced him down and teased his nose again while Hram wished a fishy-farewell to his not-so-fortunate feet. "The little ones are the ones I'm most concerned for. They're helpless by themselves. Look!" Indeed with nothing but a pinch, Wolt's pinky toes were restrained and wiggled to and fro by his horny accomplice-to-be. Beneath the fin pressed to his face was a smile so wide the top of his head threatened to fall off. Hram moved onto the next pair as Wolt pounded his fist on the shell that was so integral to his plan. Cooing she went on with her mocking performance noticing that Wolt wasn't saying stop through his laughter. She got the next toes in line and gave them pecks as if they were marching off to war while Wolt battled with the laughter in his throat. "You take care of the little toes ok? I know your overlooked but your still just as darling and need to take care of your brothers! So cheer up! Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Wolt broke and tried to shove her off his feet only to bundled up in her arms with a fishy finger teasing his nose.
"Awww is someone jealous? I was gonna give you some encouragement, too, my little sea flower!" "Cahahan you be SEEEHEHERIOUS?!? WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!" "Your plan silly!" Indeed while Wolt had been protesting Hram had levered open the shell and stuffed his sensitive soles through. They were being soaped and scrubbed in seconds by the hungry kraken who was pulling the shell-bound pair to itself. The soapy tentacles were ravaging in between Wolt's toes as he tried to pull himself away with Hram's help. Eventually with the help of sudsy friction they were able to extricate him from the krakens grasp. When the tentacles lost hold of him they chased into the shell after them. Moving quickly they opened the shell wide and slipped around the questing appendages which were now pulling the soapy clamshell to the squid. Carrying his new mer-friend on his back Wolt was quick to get the pair to the throat and climbed up back to the mouth with his new pal in tow. Once they arrived at the mouth though, once again Wolt ended up getting the rough scrub-down while his partner-in-crime forced open the whale's mouth. She reached back for him to pull him out though to freedom but stopped suddenly.
The mouth closed once more on Wolt's pale ankles but this time it was the other way. Wolt's body was protruding out into the sea with his poor, abused feet trapped inside between the whale's lips. He could do nothing but watch as his accomplice floated off, laughing at the swarm of crabs pinching her all over lightly to drive her mad. She swatted at them but their little legs were more dextrous than they let on. She was officially doomed though once she floated right into another passing jelly which was quick to take her into its shockingly ticklish embrace. Wolt could go nowhere as another jelly collided with him and quickly wrapped around him as well because of how the two had decided to escape right as their host was going face-first into a school of them. Lightning-fast electrical tickles ripped through Wolt's body as his new hugging buddy tried to fend off the small crabs charging all over Wolt's body. Their pointy little legs drove him mad as they pinched at his tum, knees and pits to try and get rid of both these foreign contaminants. Wolt was screaming a steady stream of hysterical bubbles as light strands of jelly zappers teased his navel, nips and ribs. He could do nothing as he saw one go for his ear to give him another paralyzing zap that would leave him a helpless toy. He forgot about that instantly though as the feeling of something gigantic, wet and slimy completely overtook his trapped feet. Since the whale had been denied more jellies for its dinner, it contented itself with the tiny, salty snacks that its escapee had left it. Wolt shrieked and waved his arms like a madman at the feeling of the massive taste buds forcing themselves between his pruny toes before going limp as he was given that zap that doomed him to simply hang there and be subjected to all these deep sea sensations.
When the Kappa arrived at Castle Muspel with its wares for trade, his buyers were pleased as punch to pull out a broken and giggly Wolt as well as his fishy new friend. Surtr had big plans for this loyal archer and, as he carried him and this bonus mermaid away to the baths, was already imagining how nice the two would look in the fish tank he'd make for them. Oh they'd love it. Their smiles would practically be painted on.
