The epic of Bee, a wolf, and Bundel. Of course, co-authored and brought to you by  wufwoolz. Wuf here is unique in that he's really the only one not getting tickled. But don't think he's getting to just chill up there. Wuf gets the itching powder treatment! While not exactly tickling, he is making a lotta noise up there, giggling for one reason or another, prolly cuz he's such a masochist. That powder is my special augmented blend, not just the naturally occurring cowhage spicules, but also a histamine salt to boost it quite a bit. It has the sensation of a feather tip teasing every tiny inch of where the annoying little hairs touch, all the annoyance, almost none of the pleasant tickling. His feet erupt with itchy agony, shaking and straining reflexively, yet not even allowed to wiggle his toes, as they are held back and slightly apart. Little sprayers blow fresh streams of itching powder on his soles and between his toes every twenty minutes to make sure that it doesn't wear off, and on top of that, I started him on this routine a full thirty minutes before everyone else, so he's been itching desperately for almost an hour now at the time of this exhibition, and has the rest of the evening still to go, already sweating and moaning as much as that gag will let him. Dun worry Wuffy, I gotta couple of luxuriant back scratchers for the sympathetic audience members to scratch your feet with~