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AmethystSheep who wanted a story about her fursona Margaret being tickled on her feet by my fursona Bolt. Well I hope you like it because I surely do X3
For those who can't open the file here's the story:
It is a very cloudy Sunday afternoon around 12:20 P.M. with no signs of rain showing in the clouds. The clouds are showing a little bit of the blue sky but not a lot of the sky as the clouds soon cover the spots. There are only a few peeks of sun but the sun is quickly covered up by the white clouds blocking the sun’s ray. Below the skies of this moderate weather likes a big suburb with a lot of houses and even a small park.
The houses that are in this suburb are one story houses and two story houses with the houses a couple of feet away from each other. There are houses that are on the corners of the streets, houses that led straight up and down some hills, and some even just lying straight not going up or down. Since the time is around the afternoon there are a couple of people walking around the suburb but these are no ordinary people they are animals walking on their own two feet wearing clothing just like humans.
Down one hill of the suburb lies a small park that contains cement sidewalks with street lamps on the sides as well, a couple of green benches scattered around the park, a moderate sized pond somewhere in the middle of the park, a couple of moderate sized trees and a playground where some children are even playing. While in the park there is a hill that has a bench and a tree filled with green leaves and there is a woman found sitting on this bench sitting on the left side and her name is Margaret Christian but likes to be called Mags.
Margaret is a 21 year old sheep who can stand on her two feet and has long-ish dull blond hair with high-lights, greeny-blue eyes and creamy white skin while wearing a purple short-sleeved t-shirt with a black waist jacket with black jeans. She’s wearing no shoes or socks showing off her creamy white feet with five grey toes along with five fingers with gray tips. She is sitting on the bench with what looks to be a drawing pad in her hands. She is holding the drawing pad with her left hand and a pencil in her right hand as it looks like she is trying to draw a picture of something.
“Hmmm maybe I need to adjust the arms a little bit and maybe the legs too,” she thought to herself. She moved her pencil to the top right corner of the pad and started tapping the tip of the eraser on the corner as she sighed. She looked up at the sky and stared at the clouds. “Such pretty clouds.” She sighed again as she placed her drawing pad on the right side of her body putting her hands on her knees.
Just then she felt some weight on the bench as she turned her head to the right to see a male wolf, that looked like he was in his older teens, sitting on the right side of the bench with his hands on his lap. The wolf has yellow fur, short black hair and brown eyes with black eye glasses in front them while wearing a black short sleeved shirt with a yellow lightning bolt in the center, light blue jeans with two pockets on the sides with a yellow/black tail sticking out from the back and black sneakers with white laces on top of his sneakers. The wolf looked over at Margaret and waved to her. She waved to him back with a small smile on her face. The wolf then noticed the drawing pad that was on the bench.
“Excuse me but is this yours,” he asked pointing to the drawing pad.
“Yes it is,” she replied.
“Well I have to say this is really good,” he said looking at the drawing. “I can tell that this is only halfway done but this looks really good.”
“T-Thank you.” Margaret was blushing on her cheeks lightly. “It’s nothing special but I just like to draw. Um do you like to draw too?”
“Sometimes I like to draw,” he replied. “I’m not that good of an artist I’m just learning still how to draw but hopefully maybe I’ll get better.”
“I see that’s um good to know.” Margaret didn’t know why but even though she just met this person she felt like she could talk to him. “Excuse me but what is your name?” The wolf glanced at her. “My name? Oh my name is Bolt.” He extended out his right hand to her. “What’s your name?” She extended her hand out to him as they shook hands. “My name is Margaret but you can call me Mags if you like to.”
“Ok then Mags,” he said with a smile.
For the past couple of minutes both Bolt and Margaret start talking to each other about a lot of things such as drawings, the things they like and the things they don’t like, their favorite kinds of weather and their favorite kinds of video games. For some reason Margaret was having a good time talking with Bolt. “Oh Mags there is another thing that’s one of my favorites that I like to do.”
“Oh and what’s that?”
He looked around to see if anyone was around to tell Margaret. “Well I hope you don’t find this weird but…I love to do things called tickling.” She smiled at him a little bit. “Oh you like tickling too? Hey so do I.”
“Hey no fooling awesome,” he said. “I had no idea that you liked tickling as well.
She nodded her head. “Yeah I have a thing for it a lot but surprisingly enough I’m ticklish.” He looked at her. “You’re ticklish Mags?” She nodded her head again. “Yes I am especially on a very part of my body.” Bolt moved his eyes quickly down at Margaret’s creamy white feet and toes. “Hehe I think I know where,” he thought to himself.
“Hey Bolt you told me you’re learning how to draw right? Could I see your drawing maybe?” He nodded. “Sure you can but they’re back at my house. If you like I could so you there.” She nodded happily as she grabbed her drawing stuff into her arm. “Sure that would be nice but how far is your house?”
“Not that far don’t worry it’s actually in this suburb area and plus it won’t take us that far to even each my place,” he said taking her hand. “Now Mags you’d better hold on to my hand tightly.”
She was about to ask why she needed to hold on but seconds later she understood why as Bolt dashed out of the park with quickness and speed leaving a trail of dust behind. Margaret was holding for dear life not letting go of Bolt’s hand but keeping her drawing stuff under her arm so she wouldn’t lose them as she continued holding on. He made a quick right turn in the suburb and then stopped. “Well here we are my house.”
“Goodness Bolt I had no idea you could run that fast,” she said fixing up her hair.
“Sorry I forgot to tell you I have this power to control my speed,” he said rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. “Anyway here’s my house.”
Margaret looked and saw the house was a two story house with a black driveway located over to the right. “C’mon follow me Mags and I’ll show you my drawings.” He made his way over on the driveway with Margaret following from behind. He then made a left turn now walking onto a small rocky path that leads to the front of the door which leads inside the house. Moments later both of them are inside the house with Bolt taking off his sneakers, placing them on the left side and showing off his gray shoes.
“Ok Mags you can put your shoes over to the side,” he said pointing to where his sneakers are. “Um Bolt I’m not wearing any shoes remember?” She pointed her right index finger down to the floor to show her bare feet. “Oh hehe right sorry,” he said. She giggled. “You’re funny you know that?” He chuckled. “Thanks. Now hold on a minute while I go and get my stuff. You can go ahead down this hallway and have a seat in the kitchen if you like.”
“Ok thank you very much.”
Bolt made his way up the stairs which were located towards the right of his house as Margaret made her way down the hallway. She could already tell that the kitchen was located towards the right side. “Wow he has a nice kitchen.” In the center lies a long rectangular table with three chairs with blue soft cushions on each side. Margaret made her way over to the right side of the table where she pulled up a chair and sat down waiting for Bolt. She then turned her attention to one of the chairs she was looking at placing her bare feet on the chair in the middle. “I hope he doesn’t mind it.”
Bolt came down the stairs a few minutes later with his drawing pad in his right hand but he was heading towards the kitchen quietly when he saw Margaret’s bare feet on the chair. He watched as her toes spread and curled just a little bit which made him start to grin as he placed his drawing pad on the floor quietly. “I can show her my drawings another time. This is a good chance to have some fun with her and I know the only way how hehehe.”
Back in the kitchen, Margaret was keeping her eyes on the ceiling with her hands behind her head. “Hmm I wonder what’s taking him so long to find his drawings. Maybe he needs some help finding them. Let me see if he needs help.” She removed her hands from the back of her head and was about to get up but for some reason she couldn’t stand up. “Hey what the?” She looked down and saw that her waist was tied against the chair with rope and couldn’t get up.
“W-What where did this rope come from and…why can’t I move my arms and legs?” Her arms were behind the chair with her wrists tied together with the same colored rope so she couldn’t break free. Her ankles were tied to the other chair with the rope wrapped around the chair. Margaret was so puzzled and confused at the same time from how she ended up that she wasn’t playing attention to Bolt who had just entered the kitchen.
“Oh Bolt thank goodness you’re here I don’t know how I ended up like this and I can’t get free and…and…” She stopped speaking when she noticed Bolt grinning with his two hands behind his back. “Bolt w-why are you smiling like that?” From behind his back he revealed two light blue feathers as he was swaying them back and forth. “Mags remember you told me you were ticklish back at the park right?”
“R-Right but what does…oh no…” She looked straight at her feet and then back at Bolt and then back at her feet again and then back at him again. “Oh no…no no no no noooooo please don’t do what I think you’re planning on doing please!” He chuckled as he got on his knees, pulled the other chair out of the way and is now staring closely at Margaret’s bare soles. “Hmmm I wonder which part is ticklish?”
“Bolt I’m begging you don’t tickle me please don’t tickle me,” she said nervously while trying to break free. “I’ll do anything just please don’t tickle me please!”
He began swaying the two feathers back and forth in his hands as he placed them against Margaret’s soles. “Don’t do it please don’t do it please!” She was really begging him not to tickle her but her begging wasn't going to save her. “Sorry Mags but I have to,” he said with a grin as he placed the two feathers against her soles and started stroking them up and down her soles which made her burst into laughter. “Kitchy kitchy koo!”
“GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT PLEASE DON’T AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Wow you’re really ticklish Mags this is going to be fun.”
“NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOLT STOP PLEASEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE I CAN’T STAND THIS PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Margaret’s tickle torture continued for a good five minutes with Bolt continually stroking the feathers up and down her soles which drove her mad with laugh. She even tried breaking her ankles free from the ropes but since they were tied tight against the chair she couldn’t even more them around expect for wiggling her toes. She couldn’t break her wrists free or her waist free.
“PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE NO MORE NO MORE AHAHAHAHAHA BOLT LET ME GO LET ME GOOOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Are you nuts Mags I’m not stopping for a while…hmmm let’s try a different spot of your feet shall we,” he said as he placed the two feathers against her arch soles and began stroking on them with his fast speed. This made her eyes widened as her laughter grew louder and tears streamed down from her eyes down to her cheeks. “Well looks like I found your ticklish spots.”
“WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD NOT MY ARCHES NOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD STOP AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She was shaking around like crazy wanting the tickling to stop but the look on Bolt’s face showed that he wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon. With the time being around 1:10 P.M. Bolt continued having the time of his life tickling Margaret’s soles and arches. Tears continued to stream down her soles as she continued laughing her head off and she felt like she was going to pass out any minute but then she felt the tickling to her soles stop. She moved her eyes at Bolt and saw him removing the feathers from her soles.
“O-Oh t-thank you t-thank you it’s o-over,” she said panting.
“Who said it was over Mags I’m just getting started,” he said with a grin.
Her eyes widened with terror as she saw him getting up from the spot he was just in and made his way over to his refrigerator, which was located over to the left corner of the kitchen. Moments late he came back with a plastic white knife in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other. “W-What are y-you going to d-do with those?” she asked.
A minute later Margaret’s soles were covered in peanut butter. Bolt placed the knife and jar on the table as he got on his knees once again but this time his tongue was sticking out in the process with a smile on his face. Margaret was shaking her head in terror as she tried moving her feet back but forgot she couldn’t move them. “No…no please…not that…anything but that…p-please!”
“Oh yes this is going to be fun.” He placed his tongue against her right sole arch and began licking on her sole as she burst out laughing once more trying to break free from the ropes again but once again failing as her toes wiggled and spread like crazy as she continued laughing. “Mmmm tasty sole.”
“GAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TORTURE THIS IS TOHOHOHOHOHOHORTURE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEASE STOP PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Mmmmm I would stop Mags but this is mmmmm too much fun.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO ANYTHING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING YOU WANT JUST STOP LICKING MY SOLE PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH I CAN’T STAND THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The licking to her right sole was just pure torture for Margaret. Bolt spent a good eight minutes licking her right sole making sure he got all of the peanut butter off her right sole which drove her nuts and crazy at the same time. Before long he had finished licking the peanut butter off her right sole with her gasping for air however her gasping for air didn’t last very long as he started licking her left sole nice and slowly torturing Margaret.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH WHY MEHEHEHEHEHE OH GOD WHY MEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Minutes later Margaret was gasping for so much air. Bolt had finished licking her soles as he licked his lips. “Mmm delicious especially when the peanut butter has the taste of soles on them.” He licked his lips some more as he listened to Margaret’s panting sounds as she gasped for more air. “P-Please *pant* please t-tell me *pant* you’re *pant* done p-please.” Bolt looked at her and grinned.
“Oh no no no dear Mags now it’s time for round two,” he said pulling up a bottle of chocolate syrup in his left hand and a bottle of whipped cream in his right hand and squirted them onto her soles which were now covered in the sweet goodness. Her eyes widened in terror once again as Bolt moved in closer and closer to her chocolate and whipped cream soles.
“No…no…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
An hour later around 2:10 P.M. Bolt is sitting in the living room sitting on his two seated sofa playing his Nintendo DS playing a good game of Pokemon. While playing the game he looks up at the ceiling and thinks to himself. “Hmmm I wonder if I might have gone a little overboard with Mags.” He then turned his head to the right looking behind the sofa and rubbed the back of his head.
Margaret was lying on her stomach passed on the floor with her body sweating in her clothes, her feet twitching a little bit sometimes and small laughs of chuckles coming out from her mouth but they were very small. Bolt just glanced at her for a little bit and then went back playing his video game.
“I’m going to have to give a big apologize when she wakes but then again maybe when she does wake up I can have some more fun with her,” he thought with a grin across his face.
Margaret © AmethystSheep
Bolt © mine
AmethystSheep who wanted a story about her fursona Margaret being tickled on her feet by my fursona Bolt. Well I hope you like it because I surely do X3For those who can't open the file here's the story:
It is a very cloudy Sunday afternoon around 12:20 P.M. with no signs of rain showing in the clouds. The clouds are showing a little bit of the blue sky but not a lot of the sky as the clouds soon cover the spots. There are only a few peeks of sun but the sun is quickly covered up by the white clouds blocking the sun’s ray. Below the skies of this moderate weather likes a big suburb with a lot of houses and even a small park.
The houses that are in this suburb are one story houses and two story houses with the houses a couple of feet away from each other. There are houses that are on the corners of the streets, houses that led straight up and down some hills, and some even just lying straight not going up or down. Since the time is around the afternoon there are a couple of people walking around the suburb but these are no ordinary people they are animals walking on their own two feet wearing clothing just like humans.
Down one hill of the suburb lies a small park that contains cement sidewalks with street lamps on the sides as well, a couple of green benches scattered around the park, a moderate sized pond somewhere in the middle of the park, a couple of moderate sized trees and a playground where some children are even playing. While in the park there is a hill that has a bench and a tree filled with green leaves and there is a woman found sitting on this bench sitting on the left side and her name is Margaret Christian but likes to be called Mags.
Margaret is a 21 year old sheep who can stand on her two feet and has long-ish dull blond hair with high-lights, greeny-blue eyes and creamy white skin while wearing a purple short-sleeved t-shirt with a black waist jacket with black jeans. She’s wearing no shoes or socks showing off her creamy white feet with five grey toes along with five fingers with gray tips. She is sitting on the bench with what looks to be a drawing pad in her hands. She is holding the drawing pad with her left hand and a pencil in her right hand as it looks like she is trying to draw a picture of something.
“Hmmm maybe I need to adjust the arms a little bit and maybe the legs too,” she thought to herself. She moved her pencil to the top right corner of the pad and started tapping the tip of the eraser on the corner as she sighed. She looked up at the sky and stared at the clouds. “Such pretty clouds.” She sighed again as she placed her drawing pad on the right side of her body putting her hands on her knees.
Just then she felt some weight on the bench as she turned her head to the right to see a male wolf, that looked like he was in his older teens, sitting on the right side of the bench with his hands on his lap. The wolf has yellow fur, short black hair and brown eyes with black eye glasses in front them while wearing a black short sleeved shirt with a yellow lightning bolt in the center, light blue jeans with two pockets on the sides with a yellow/black tail sticking out from the back and black sneakers with white laces on top of his sneakers. The wolf looked over at Margaret and waved to her. She waved to him back with a small smile on her face. The wolf then noticed the drawing pad that was on the bench.
“Excuse me but is this yours,” he asked pointing to the drawing pad.
“Yes it is,” she replied.
“Well I have to say this is really good,” he said looking at the drawing. “I can tell that this is only halfway done but this looks really good.”
“T-Thank you.” Margaret was blushing on her cheeks lightly. “It’s nothing special but I just like to draw. Um do you like to draw too?”
“Sometimes I like to draw,” he replied. “I’m not that good of an artist I’m just learning still how to draw but hopefully maybe I’ll get better.”
“I see that’s um good to know.” Margaret didn’t know why but even though she just met this person she felt like she could talk to him. “Excuse me but what is your name?” The wolf glanced at her. “My name? Oh my name is Bolt.” He extended out his right hand to her. “What’s your name?” She extended her hand out to him as they shook hands. “My name is Margaret but you can call me Mags if you like to.”
“Ok then Mags,” he said with a smile.
For the past couple of minutes both Bolt and Margaret start talking to each other about a lot of things such as drawings, the things they like and the things they don’t like, their favorite kinds of weather and their favorite kinds of video games. For some reason Margaret was having a good time talking with Bolt. “Oh Mags there is another thing that’s one of my favorites that I like to do.”
“Oh and what’s that?”
He looked around to see if anyone was around to tell Margaret. “Well I hope you don’t find this weird but…I love to do things called tickling.” She smiled at him a little bit. “Oh you like tickling too? Hey so do I.”
“Hey no fooling awesome,” he said. “I had no idea that you liked tickling as well.
She nodded her head. “Yeah I have a thing for it a lot but surprisingly enough I’m ticklish.” He looked at her. “You’re ticklish Mags?” She nodded her head again. “Yes I am especially on a very part of my body.” Bolt moved his eyes quickly down at Margaret’s creamy white feet and toes. “Hehe I think I know where,” he thought to himself.
“Hey Bolt you told me you’re learning how to draw right? Could I see your drawing maybe?” He nodded. “Sure you can but they’re back at my house. If you like I could so you there.” She nodded happily as she grabbed her drawing stuff into her arm. “Sure that would be nice but how far is your house?”
“Not that far don’t worry it’s actually in this suburb area and plus it won’t take us that far to even each my place,” he said taking her hand. “Now Mags you’d better hold on to my hand tightly.”
She was about to ask why she needed to hold on but seconds later she understood why as Bolt dashed out of the park with quickness and speed leaving a trail of dust behind. Margaret was holding for dear life not letting go of Bolt’s hand but keeping her drawing stuff under her arm so she wouldn’t lose them as she continued holding on. He made a quick right turn in the suburb and then stopped. “Well here we are my house.”
“Goodness Bolt I had no idea you could run that fast,” she said fixing up her hair.
“Sorry I forgot to tell you I have this power to control my speed,” he said rubbing the back of his head with his right hand. “Anyway here’s my house.”
Margaret looked and saw the house was a two story house with a black driveway located over to the right. “C’mon follow me Mags and I’ll show you my drawings.” He made his way over on the driveway with Margaret following from behind. He then made a left turn now walking onto a small rocky path that leads to the front of the door which leads inside the house. Moments later both of them are inside the house with Bolt taking off his sneakers, placing them on the left side and showing off his gray shoes.
“Ok Mags you can put your shoes over to the side,” he said pointing to where his sneakers are. “Um Bolt I’m not wearing any shoes remember?” She pointed her right index finger down to the floor to show her bare feet. “Oh hehe right sorry,” he said. She giggled. “You’re funny you know that?” He chuckled. “Thanks. Now hold on a minute while I go and get my stuff. You can go ahead down this hallway and have a seat in the kitchen if you like.”
“Ok thank you very much.”
Bolt made his way up the stairs which were located towards the right of his house as Margaret made her way down the hallway. She could already tell that the kitchen was located towards the right side. “Wow he has a nice kitchen.” In the center lies a long rectangular table with three chairs with blue soft cushions on each side. Margaret made her way over to the right side of the table where she pulled up a chair and sat down waiting for Bolt. She then turned her attention to one of the chairs she was looking at placing her bare feet on the chair in the middle. “I hope he doesn’t mind it.”
Bolt came down the stairs a few minutes later with his drawing pad in his right hand but he was heading towards the kitchen quietly when he saw Margaret’s bare feet on the chair. He watched as her toes spread and curled just a little bit which made him start to grin as he placed his drawing pad on the floor quietly. “I can show her my drawings another time. This is a good chance to have some fun with her and I know the only way how hehehe.”
Back in the kitchen, Margaret was keeping her eyes on the ceiling with her hands behind her head. “Hmm I wonder what’s taking him so long to find his drawings. Maybe he needs some help finding them. Let me see if he needs help.” She removed her hands from the back of her head and was about to get up but for some reason she couldn’t stand up. “Hey what the?” She looked down and saw that her waist was tied against the chair with rope and couldn’t get up.
“W-What where did this rope come from and…why can’t I move my arms and legs?” Her arms were behind the chair with her wrists tied together with the same colored rope so she couldn’t break free. Her ankles were tied to the other chair with the rope wrapped around the chair. Margaret was so puzzled and confused at the same time from how she ended up that she wasn’t playing attention to Bolt who had just entered the kitchen.
“Oh Bolt thank goodness you’re here I don’t know how I ended up like this and I can’t get free and…and…” She stopped speaking when she noticed Bolt grinning with his two hands behind his back. “Bolt w-why are you smiling like that?” From behind his back he revealed two light blue feathers as he was swaying them back and forth. “Mags remember you told me you were ticklish back at the park right?”
“R-Right but what does…oh no…” She looked straight at her feet and then back at Bolt and then back at her feet again and then back at him again. “Oh no…no no no no noooooo please don’t do what I think you’re planning on doing please!” He chuckled as he got on his knees, pulled the other chair out of the way and is now staring closely at Margaret’s bare soles. “Hmmm I wonder which part is ticklish?”
“Bolt I’m begging you don’t tickle me please don’t tickle me,” she said nervously while trying to break free. “I’ll do anything just please don’t tickle me please!”
He began swaying the two feathers back and forth in his hands as he placed them against Margaret’s soles. “Don’t do it please don’t do it please!” She was really begging him not to tickle her but her begging wasn't going to save her. “Sorry Mags but I have to,” he said with a grin as he placed the two feathers against her soles and started stroking them up and down her soles which made her burst into laughter. “Kitchy kitchy koo!”
“GAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT PLEASE DON’T AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Wow you’re really ticklish Mags this is going to be fun.”
“NOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOLT STOP PLEASEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD PLEASE STOP TICKLING ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE I CAN’T STAND THIS PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Margaret’s tickle torture continued for a good five minutes with Bolt continually stroking the feathers up and down her soles which drove her mad with laugh. She even tried breaking her ankles free from the ropes but since they were tied tight against the chair she couldn’t even more them around expect for wiggling her toes. She couldn’t break her wrists free or her waist free.
“PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE NO MORE NO MORE AHAHAHAHAHA BOLT LET ME GO LET ME GOOOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS TICKLES SO MUCH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Are you nuts Mags I’m not stopping for a while…hmmm let’s try a different spot of your feet shall we,” he said as he placed the two feathers against her arch soles and began stroking on them with his fast speed. This made her eyes widened as her laughter grew louder and tears streamed down from her eyes down to her cheeks. “Well looks like I found your ticklish spots.”
“WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH MY GOD NOT MY ARCHES NOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD STOP IT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH GOD STOP AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
She was shaking around like crazy wanting the tickling to stop but the look on Bolt’s face showed that he wasn’t going to be stopping anytime soon. With the time being around 1:10 P.M. Bolt continued having the time of his life tickling Margaret’s soles and arches. Tears continued to stream down her soles as she continued laughing her head off and she felt like she was going to pass out any minute but then she felt the tickling to her soles stop. She moved her eyes at Bolt and saw him removing the feathers from her soles.
“O-Oh t-thank you t-thank you it’s o-over,” she said panting.
“Who said it was over Mags I’m just getting started,” he said with a grin.
Her eyes widened with terror as she saw him getting up from the spot he was just in and made his way over to his refrigerator, which was located over to the left corner of the kitchen. Moments late he came back with a plastic white knife in one hand and a jar of peanut butter in the other. “W-What are y-you going to d-do with those?” she asked.
A minute later Margaret’s soles were covered in peanut butter. Bolt placed the knife and jar on the table as he got on his knees once again but this time his tongue was sticking out in the process with a smile on his face. Margaret was shaking her head in terror as she tried moving her feet back but forgot she couldn’t move them. “No…no please…not that…anything but that…p-please!”
“Oh yes this is going to be fun.” He placed his tongue against her right sole arch and began licking on her sole as she burst out laughing once more trying to break free from the ropes again but once again failing as her toes wiggled and spread like crazy as she continued laughing. “Mmmm tasty sole.”
“GAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO NO NO NOOOOOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS IS TORTURE THIS IS TOHOHOHOHOHOHORTURE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH PLEASE STOP PLEASEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
“Mmmmm I would stop Mags but this is mmmmm too much fun.”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I’LL DOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO ANYTHING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ANYTHING YOU WANT JUST STOP LICKING MY SOLE PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH I CAN’T STAND THIS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The licking to her right sole was just pure torture for Margaret. Bolt spent a good eight minutes licking her right sole making sure he got all of the peanut butter off her right sole which drove her nuts and crazy at the same time. Before long he had finished licking the peanut butter off her right sole with her gasping for air however her gasping for air didn’t last very long as he started licking her left sole nice and slowly torturing Margaret.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH WHY MEHEHEHEHEHE OH GOD WHY MEEEEEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Minutes later Margaret was gasping for so much air. Bolt had finished licking her soles as he licked his lips. “Mmm delicious especially when the peanut butter has the taste of soles on them.” He licked his lips some more as he listened to Margaret’s panting sounds as she gasped for more air. “P-Please *pant* please t-tell me *pant* you’re *pant* done p-please.” Bolt looked at her and grinned.
“Oh no no no dear Mags now it’s time for round two,” he said pulling up a bottle of chocolate syrup in his left hand and a bottle of whipped cream in his right hand and squirted them onto her soles which were now covered in the sweet goodness. Her eyes widened in terror once again as Bolt moved in closer and closer to her chocolate and whipped cream soles.
“No…no…no…NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
An hour later around 2:10 P.M. Bolt is sitting in the living room sitting on his two seated sofa playing his Nintendo DS playing a good game of Pokemon. While playing the game he looks up at the ceiling and thinks to himself. “Hmmm I wonder if I might have gone a little overboard with Mags.” He then turned his head to the right looking behind the sofa and rubbed the back of his head.
Margaret was lying on her stomach passed on the floor with her body sweating in her clothes, her feet twitching a little bit sometimes and small laughs of chuckles coming out from her mouth but they were very small. Bolt just glanced at her for a little bit and then went back playing his video game.
“I’m going to have to give a big apologize when she wakes but then again maybe when she does wake up I can have some more fun with her,” he thought with a grin across his face.
Margaret ©
AmethystSheepBolt © mine
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I couldn't open the file for some reason either. I've been hearing that this problem is happing a lot on this site. Anyway...
This is awesome! I love all the detail you've put into this too and how you've gotten the characters together. Was not expecting the peanut butter part. My poor soles! D:
I can honestly say that compared to other writers I've done trades with, this is the best story I've gotten. No really, some of the stories I've gotten in trades are either lazy, incredibly short or lack content. So thank you for this, it is really good! I really want to get all my commission done soon (but at the same time, not rush them) so I can get to your trade.
This is awesome! I love all the detail you've put into this too and how you've gotten the characters together. Was not expecting the peanut butter part. My poor soles! D:
I can honestly say that compared to other writers I've done trades with, this is the best story I've gotten. No really, some of the stories I've gotten in trades are either lazy, incredibly short or lack content. So thank you for this, it is really good! I really want to get all my commission done soon (but at the same time, not rush them) so I can get to your trade.
Hehe thanks I'm glad you love the details I put into this and yeah I added the peanut butter. If I'm gonna lick those good looking soles they need to be very tasty X3
You're very welcome I'm glad you enjoyed this story. I'm not one of those lazy people I like to add lots of details that I can and I try not to make them short^^
You're very welcome I'm glad you enjoyed this story. I'm not one of those lazy people I like to add lots of details that I can and I try not to make them short^^
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