Feet Fiend
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Hello readers, it's been awhile! I've finally set aside some time in my busy week to add another chapter to this story. This one's gonna be a two for one, so buckle in, this is gonna be a long one.
Now this first story takes place around 2-3 months after the beach story, Both Me and Ticklee had just gotten home from our respective jobs and she asked if I wanted to hang, to which I accepted. Whenever we hung out we would either watch shows or play videogames, and today I decided we should play Super Monkey Ball on Gamecube, one of my all time favorites. Now for those of you who aren't familiar with the game, it's a crazy game where little monkeys in capsule balls go through pinball-like obstacle courses and you guide them by tilting the stage and using the terrain and momentum to ensure the monkey makes it to the goal. Now the way the multiplayer works is each player takes turns going through courses, and each time they pass or fail, it gets passed to the next person. Knowing this, I had a brilliant and evil plan in mind. Phase one "I'll set up right now, but first we should change out of our work clothes" I said this because she was just fully prepared to hang in her work clothes but I needed her to change, because as you may recall, her home attire never included shoes or socks 😈 As she changed, I grabbed the gift feathers. It was finally time to put these bad boys to work. She usually sat in the office chair I had in my room, so I sat on the ground right next to my bed, not too far from where those ticklish tootsies were sure to be resting. We started the game up and after my turn was up and she started hers, I grabbed the feathers and started stroking her soles. She made a quick little high pitched "ahh!" and kicked her feet away. "Hehe let's see how well you can do while I distract you!😁" I said. I would do other things like go "boo!" and throw fake punches at her to mess with her but I was dead set on tickling her. It was funny because since she was so locked into the game trying to focus, she was completely stone faced as her feet kicked and danced trying to escape from the feathers. At one point she had me rolling on the floor laughing because I hit a particularly sensitive spot, flossing the feather between her toes and she went "How bout for your turn, I strangle you while you play!" This tickling onslaught went on for almost an hour until we lost all our lives and switched to something else. When it was over she did a heavy sigh and then turned to me giggling "You're an asshole! 🤣"
Story 2 takes place like 6 months after the Monkey Ball day. There were two days not too far apart from each other where she got tickled. We were hanging out one night, watching stuff and drawing, when I noticed the feathers right by me. "Heh I might as well give her some tickles for old times sake" I stroked the tops of her feet since they were down flat on the ground and I couldn't get to her soles. She resisted at first, saying "These feathers don't tickle as much as the others honestl-" just then her foot twitched and she let out a "eep!" mid sentence. "Ok ok they still tickle a lot but idk I feel like the others tickled more." We then spent a few minutes comparing the beach feathers to two other feathers I had, a small black one and an even smaller brown one. She claims the black one was the most ticklish one but her chuckles and squirming all looked the same from my perspective no matter which one I used so who knows 🤷♂️ A few nights later, A show we were both pretty excited for was set to premiere, so we got together to watch it. I kept the beach feathers in a small box with them sticking out on the ground. My feet aren't ticklish so anytime I brushed them, I didn't really feel it so I would often forget they were even there. Ticklee sat down with her legs crossed and her foot bouncing up and down, mere inches away from the feathers. As we watched the show, she randomly shook her leg. I was confused at first until I noticed what happened. Her foot caught on the feathers as it bounced and got tickled. I laughed at this and she just said "Not a word." I offered to move the feathers for her but she was just like "nah it's fine." then ten minutes later, it happened again, she even jokingly gave the feathers a little frustrated kick (only for her to start rubbing her feet together to get the itch off because kicking the feathers tickled her 😂) I just got up and moved the feathers for her since I didn't even intend to tickle her and her I was inadvertently setting tickle boobytraps for her 😅
Well dear readers, I fear this saga is at it's finale. I got in a few small tickles here and there throughout the rest of my time living there (She even let me play "This Little Piggie" with her feet using the feathers which was quite an experience lemme tell you) but I ended up moving back to our old home town, which is like 6 hours from where Ticklee was living, so I haven't seen her since. We still keep in touch, but I don't think I'm gonna get another tickle opportunity with her again for a good while. It's been a fun 10 year long ride filed with fingers, feathers, brushes, and blades of grass (which she hates being tickled with because she says her feet itch afterwards 😆) Thanks for reading and I hope you ticklers out there can find that special someone you can call your Favorite Ticklee....
Now this first story takes place around 2-3 months after the beach story, Both Me and Ticklee had just gotten home from our respective jobs and she asked if I wanted to hang, to which I accepted. Whenever we hung out we would either watch shows or play videogames, and today I decided we should play Super Monkey Ball on Gamecube, one of my all time favorites. Now for those of you who aren't familiar with the game, it's a crazy game where little monkeys in capsule balls go through pinball-like obstacle courses and you guide them by tilting the stage and using the terrain and momentum to ensure the monkey makes it to the goal. Now the way the multiplayer works is each player takes turns going through courses, and each time they pass or fail, it gets passed to the next person. Knowing this, I had a brilliant and evil plan in mind. Phase one "I'll set up right now, but first we should change out of our work clothes" I said this because she was just fully prepared to hang in her work clothes but I needed her to change, because as you may recall, her home attire never included shoes or socks 😈 As she changed, I grabbed the gift feathers. It was finally time to put these bad boys to work. She usually sat in the office chair I had in my room, so I sat on the ground right next to my bed, not too far from where those ticklish tootsies were sure to be resting. We started the game up and after my turn was up and she started hers, I grabbed the feathers and started stroking her soles. She made a quick little high pitched "ahh!" and kicked her feet away. "Hehe let's see how well you can do while I distract you!😁" I said. I would do other things like go "boo!" and throw fake punches at her to mess with her but I was dead set on tickling her. It was funny because since she was so locked into the game trying to focus, she was completely stone faced as her feet kicked and danced trying to escape from the feathers. At one point she had me rolling on the floor laughing because I hit a particularly sensitive spot, flossing the feather between her toes and she went "How bout for your turn, I strangle you while you play!" This tickling onslaught went on for almost an hour until we lost all our lives and switched to something else. When it was over she did a heavy sigh and then turned to me giggling "You're an asshole! 🤣"
Story 2 takes place like 6 months after the Monkey Ball day. There were two days not too far apart from each other where she got tickled. We were hanging out one night, watching stuff and drawing, when I noticed the feathers right by me. "Heh I might as well give her some tickles for old times sake" I stroked the tops of her feet since they were down flat on the ground and I couldn't get to her soles. She resisted at first, saying "These feathers don't tickle as much as the others honestl-" just then her foot twitched and she let out a "eep!" mid sentence. "Ok ok they still tickle a lot but idk I feel like the others tickled more." We then spent a few minutes comparing the beach feathers to two other feathers I had, a small black one and an even smaller brown one. She claims the black one was the most ticklish one but her chuckles and squirming all looked the same from my perspective no matter which one I used so who knows 🤷♂️ A few nights later, A show we were both pretty excited for was set to premiere, so we got together to watch it. I kept the beach feathers in a small box with them sticking out on the ground. My feet aren't ticklish so anytime I brushed them, I didn't really feel it so I would often forget they were even there. Ticklee sat down with her legs crossed and her foot bouncing up and down, mere inches away from the feathers. As we watched the show, she randomly shook her leg. I was confused at first until I noticed what happened. Her foot caught on the feathers as it bounced and got tickled. I laughed at this and she just said "Not a word." I offered to move the feathers for her but she was just like "nah it's fine." then ten minutes later, it happened again, she even jokingly gave the feathers a little frustrated kick (only for her to start rubbing her feet together to get the itch off because kicking the feathers tickled her 😂) I just got up and moved the feathers for her since I didn't even intend to tickle her and her I was inadvertently setting tickle boobytraps for her 😅
Well dear readers, I fear this saga is at it's finale. I got in a few small tickles here and there throughout the rest of my time living there (She even let me play "This Little Piggie" with her feet using the feathers which was quite an experience lemme tell you) but I ended up moving back to our old home town, which is like 6 hours from where Ticklee was living, so I haven't seen her since. We still keep in touch, but I don't think I'm gonna get another tickle opportunity with her again for a good while. It's been a fun 10 year long ride filed with fingers, feathers, brushes, and blades of grass (which she hates being tickled with because she says her feet itch afterwards 😆) Thanks for reading and I hope you ticklers out there can find that special someone you can call your Favorite Ticklee....
Thanks for sharing your experiences here. 
