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First story of 2025, y'all! :D And written as a request for Eclipse8 They wanted a story about Frisk being tickled on her feet by two of her friends of my choosing. And for this story, I chose Brad and Heather to be her ticklers. In “Tickles of Justice,” it was mentioned that Brad was interested in having Frisk hang out with him a few days during their summer vacation. And what I've written here can most certainly be viewed as one of the days she hangs out with him. (Reminder: Requests aren't officially canon in my main storyline.) And not just him but also his cute, fluffy, and sassy adoptive bunny sister, Heather. ;)
Undertale© Toby Fox.
DETERMINED TO BE TICKLED
It is a hot summer day in the middle of July. And while it is hot outside, it is cool in the home of former Snowdin Shopkeeper, Harriet. Very cool! So cool that her adoptive human sons, Brad and Justin, and any human guests she might have such as her adoptive human niece, Izzy, tend to wear long pants rather than shorts in her home. It needs to be! Because Harriet and her biological children all have fur! And fluffy rabbit monsters such as themselves need to stay cool on hot summer days! And Brad, Justin, and Izzy don't mind. As adoptive members of fluffy rabbit monster families, they've gotten used to being in houses with cooler temperatures. That and the three of them happen to prefer long pants over shorts. And perhaps the only other humans that can relate to Brad, Justin, and Izzy’s cooler home environments are Frisk and Chara Dreemurr. Because like Brad, Justin, and Izzy, they too live with fluffy monsters. So, when visiting each other's homes, there is essentially no difference in terms of temperature, making each of them feel at home the moment they walk through the front door of a house that isn't where they reside. And that's certainly how Frisk felt when she went to hang with Brad and Heather at their home on this hot summer day. And 11-year-old Brad and 12-year-old Heather were the only ones present when 12-year-old Frisk arrived at their home. Harriet and Justin were out having a Mom and Justin day together, Robbie was working at his ice cream parlor, and Benny, who moved out of the house months ago, was chilling with his boyfriend, Danny, at their apartment. And Frisk was more than alright with that. Hanging with another pre-teen human and a pre-teen fluffy monster; why, she does that on a regular basis! It's just that today she's hanging with Brad and Heather rather than Chara and Asriel. And like Chara and Asriel, Brad and Heather greatly enjoy being on the giving end of tickling. They're quite the tickle enthusiasts, that African American boy and sassy bunny girl. And more often than not, the two of them boast about being the best ticklers to ever walk this Earth. Far more than Chara and Asriel do! And not in a rude manner. The two of them just really enjoy tickling and want everyone to know it, that's all. Frisk likes that about them and today, she wants to find out how exactly much tickling she can endure from them. More specifically, how long she can stand them tickling her feet. Frisk has immensely ticklish feet and with ticklers like Brad and Heather, she feels that she’ll be begging them for a breather after ten minutes of nonstop tickling. But she won't know for sure until they actually tickle said feet. And why her feet of all places? Simple! 1. Because she finds it fun when others tickle her feet and 2. To make Brad's day. Ever since Frisk started wearing flip flops, Brad has been blushing around her more than he used to, giving her the impression that he likes seeing her feet exposed. And if that's the case, then he'll likely turn as red as a tomato once Frisk informs him of what she'd like him and Heather to do today. It's no secret to Frisk that Brad has a bit of a crush on her. There's a reason why he gave her two red feathers as a gift as well as a note saying how pretty he thinks she is and how cool it would be if she were to hang out with him during the summer at the end of their first year of school with monsters roaming the Surface and that’s the reason. Frisk was flattered by Brad's gift and note and being the kind-hearted girl that she is, she has been hanging out with him as much as possible this summer. And by doing exactly that, she has been making Brad feel like quite the little stud. XD Understandable, him being an 11-year-old boy hanging with an older human girl. And today will perhaps be the most fun he has with her all summer! He and Heather both! Yes, although Brad has a small crush on Frisk, he won't be the only one tickling her feet today. And he's alright with that. In fact, he feels more comfortable tickling girls he likes with one of his siblings by his side, because that way he isn't as shy. And who better than his sassy older bunny sister, Heather! :D He can always count on her for moral support. Though, sometimes that moral support comes with a price. That being, Heather tackling Brad and tickling him all over. But it's worth it, though. Because once Brad enlists Heather's help, the two of them become quite the dynamic tickling duo. Just ask Justin. XD And Frisk is really looking forward to being tickled by that dynamic duo too. But first things first, saying hi to them. As tempting as it was to say, “Guys, my feet! Tickle my feet!” as soon as she stepped into their house, Frisk felt that she should socialize for a little while first. And when Frisk showed up at the house, she was immediately greeted by Brad, who blushed red the moment he saw Frisk herself. But Heather on the other hand was lying down on the living room floor acting as if she were dying from the heat, just to remind Frisk that fluffy monsters such as herself and summer heat don't pair well together. But it was perfectly cool in the house at the time, so she was just being overdramatic. And she shouldn't complain too much, considering that she was wearing the best possible outfit a fluffy pre-teen girl such as herself could wear in scorching hot weather. That being, a tank top and shorts. Frisk liked seeing Heather in shorts. Because with shorts on instead of jeans, more of Heather's fluffiness was shown. And the more of Heather's fluffiness Frisk sees, the more Frisk wants to pet her. Frisk loves petting fluffy monsters and just as she was about to pet Heather herself, Brad suggested that he and Frisk tickle her instead. This alarmed Heather, because she wasn't anywhere near ready to be on the receiving end of tickles after Frisk's arrival. And it was at that moment that Frisk informed Brad and Heather…
Frisk: Haha! Don't worry, Heather. I have an even better idea!
Heather: Oh? A-and w-what would that be F-Frisk? *asked a nervous Heather, hiding her feet under the couch in the living room in an effort to avoid being tickled on said feet*
Frisk: I want you and Brad to… *answered Frisk, kicking off her flip flops and sitting down on the left-most cushion on the couch* …tickle MY feet! *she added, lifting her legs up off of the floor, exposing her soles and teasingly wiggling her toes, all ten of them with magenta nail polish on them*
Brad: (Oh my, G-God!) *thought Brad to himself, blushing red after witnessing Frisk put her now bare feet on full display, not necessarily because he has a foot fetish but because a girl he likes literally just asked him to tickle her feet* You… you do? Are… are you s-sure? *asked Brad, having difficulty keeping it together, because what Frisk had requested was just too good to be true*
Frisk: Ab-SOLE-lutely, you cutie! *exclaimed Frisk with glee, still holding up her feet and wiggling her toes, but then stopped once she was getting tired of holding her legs up, prompting Brad, now blushing tomato red, to then grab a sturdy wooden chair and then place a soft pillow on its seat for Frisk to place her feet on since the couch she's currently sitting on isn't a reclining couch* Yes, tickle my feet. And don't hold back! I want to find out how long I can go without begging for a break.
When looking at Frisk and the wooden chair from the front, the latter is facing to the left, meaning that the back of it is off to the right of Frisk’s bare feet. And not only that; there is a basket underneath the chair that can be used for storing supplies… or something heavy to prevent Frisk from lifting the chair up off of the floor if Brad and Heather were to end up tying her legs to said chair.
Heather: Haha! Dang, girl! Nonstop feet tickling?! That's crazy! *exclaimed Heather as she brought herself to her feet, before happily saying and asking,* And I'm all for it! When can we start?
Frisk: Hehe. Why, right after you tie my legs to this chair… and put something heavy in its basket.
Brad: Heh. W-w-well, of c-c-course. We don't e-exactly w-w-want you escaping, now do we? And I know just what to put in the basket too…
And with that, Brad and Heather gathered up some supplies as well as an assortment of ticking utensils for the following fun-filled activity, an activity that the African American boy and lavender bunny girl themselves could hardly contain their excitement for. The two of them love tickling feet so much. And in turn, Frisk loves being tickled on her feet. Needless to say, all three kids will have a great deal of fun today. And it will all start mere seconds after Brad and Heather limit Frisk’s movement; the former placing two 45 lb weight plates from the basement’s exercise room (Benny's exercise equipment) in the wooden chair's basket and the latter tying Frisk's legs to the wooden chair with Justin's lasso…
Later…
Frisk: Hehe. Perfect, you guys. My legs aren't going anywhere. *stated Frisk, seconds after checking to see if her legs were tied securely to the chair, which they were, and if she could lift the chair with two 45 lb weight plates in its basket, which she couldn't* But my feet on the other hand…
Heather: Hehe. Way ahead of you…
Frisk didn't want to move her feet a single inch either. So in response, both Brad and Heather grabbed some strings and not only tied her two big toes together but they also bent each of her toes backwards until her soles were all taut and then tied each of her toes one by one to the lasso around her ankles…
Frisk: Hehe. Alright. There we go. *commented Frisk, trying to move her feet and wiggle her toes, which she could no longer do*
Heather: Haha! Perfect! *shouted Heather, anxious to start tickling Frisk*
Brad: Heh. Y-yeah… *said Brad while blushing, feeling shy all of a sudden*
Frisk: Haha! Well, go on then, you guys. Tickle my feet. *requested Frisk as she tried to wiggle her toes in anticipation* Go on. Don't be shy…
Heather: Haha! Yeah, dweeb! Come on! *exclaimed Heather, being a typical big sister to Brad, teasing him whilst grabbing him and moving him directly next to Frisk's bare feet* You've been going on and on all summer about how you wanted to tickle Frisk like this, well now's your chance!
Brad: What?! No! Heather, no, I haven't! *exclaimed Brad, blushing red with embarrassment*
Heather: Haha! Aww! Sure you have! And you of all boys should know that it’s rude to keep a girl waiting. So get to tickling!
Brad: O-o-ok… I'll do it… Just…
Frisk: Hehe. It's alright, Brad. You start whenever you want… Hehe. Oh, Heather, why must you embarrass the poor boy?
Heather: Haha! I'm his big sister, Frisk! It's my job! And don't you dare tell me that you don't do the same to Azzy!
It certainly is. But that shouldn't exactly be Heather’s number one priority at this moment. No, her number one priority should be tickling Frisk. Frisk is her and Brad's guest after all and it's important that she be a good host to her guest. And her guest wants to be tickled so therefore she should tickle said guest. And she did. But not until first letting Brad do so for a little while on his own. And the first thing Brad did was scribble his fingers ever so gingerly against the soles of Frisk's bare feet, sending her into hysterics in just a matter of seconds.
Frisk: PFFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PEHEHEHERFECT, BRAHAHAHAHAD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ALREADY OFF TO A GREHEHEHEHEAT START!!! *commented Frisk through her laughter, Brad's skilled fingers causing her feet to twitch with every passing second* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! OH MY~ *she then exclaimed, Brad now scribbling his fingers gingerly against her heels, prompting her to grab a pillow and hug it tightly* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad: Hehe. T-thanks, Frisk… *uttered Brad somewhat shyly, while excitedly thinking to himself,* (Wow! Oh, my God, I can't believe this is actually happening!)
Brad was all too happy to be tickling Frisk's feet. And while he might not ever admit it out loud, Heather was right! He had been going on and on all summer about how he wanted to tickle Frisk on her feet. And not necessarily with her feet in some type of restraints, as friendly as the ones that Brad himself and Heather provided may be, but in a position where her feet were completely vulnerable. A ticklee’s feet can be vulnerable without restraints of any type. It's just that with restraints, ticklers have far less difficulty fighting against their ticklees whilst tickling them. And Frisk is quite the little wiggle worm, hence why Brad placed weight plates in the wooden chair's basket and why Heather tied her legs to their chair with Justin's lasso AND why both of them immobilized her feet with strings. And with Frisk's legs and feet tied up the way they were, it was all too easy for Brad to scribble his fingers against her soles, which he did for one whole minute. Then as soon as he finished tickling her soles, he directed his attention to her toes, all ten of them, first by wiggling his index fingers against the pads and sides of each of them and then wiggling his fingers in the spaces between them.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! *shrieked Frisk, hugging the pillow she grabbed even tighter the moment she felt Brad touching her toes* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *she laughed once more, tilting her head back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling above her* OH, MY GOOHOOHOOHOODNESS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, BRAD, YOHOHOHOHOU'RE SO GOOD AT TICKLING… PFFFFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH SHIIII-GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad had managed to cut Frisk’s last sentence short simply by wiggling his fingers between her toes; every individual space all at once with his pinkies between her pinky toes and ring toes, his ring fingers between her ring toes and middle toes, his middle fingers between her middle toes and index toes, and his index fingers between her index toes and big toes. So many fingers between Frisk’s toes, each of them tickling her so much that she nearly said a swear word! And then before Frisk knew it, Heather was doing the exact same thing! Yes, as soon as Brad had his fun as a solo tickler, Heather hopped in and stuck her fingers between Frisk toes. And due to the fur on each of Heather's fingers, Heather's fingers ended up ticking Frisk more than Brad's. It felt as if there were fluffy worms wiggling in between Frisk’s toes, every individual strand of fur caressing against the sensitive skin and ticklish enough to elicit various shrieks from Frisk herself, in addition to her spurts of hearty laughter…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEHEHEHEATHER, HOHOHOLY CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Heather: Hehe. Ooooooh! Now that's what I like to hear! You like my fingers between your toes? *asked Heather cheekily, amused by Frisk's ticklish reactions*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHES, VERY MUCH!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: Hehe. And how about on your soles?
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk, her immobile bare feet trembling at the lightest touch of Heather's fingers* GYAAA-GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHES, THERE TOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather was getting Frisk good. Her fluffy fur may not keep her particularly cool in warm weather but when it comes to tickling, it's all too easy for her to elicit laughter from her ticklees. All year round, every individual strand of her fur feels so soft and silky to the touch. Soft, silky, and highly ticklish! Especially when brushed against bare skin! In this case, the highly sensitive skin of Frisk’s bare feet. ;) And not just the fur on each or her fingers but also the fur on each of her toes. All six of them!
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! OH NO, GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH NO, THE FUHUHUHURRY TOHOHOHOES!!!! *exclaimed Frisk through even heartier laughter, due to Heather wiggling her furry toes against both of her taut soles; Heather laying down on the floor on her back with her legs up in the air and wiggling her left foot toes and right foot toes against Frisk’s right sole and left sole respectively* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOLY CRAP, HEHEHEHEHEATHER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: Heheheh. Gee, ain't I a stinker? *asked Heather, quoting Bugs Bunny*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHEHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AND THAT'S WHY WE LOVE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH NO~ EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk upon feeling Heather's toes wiggling against her heels* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH HELL~ *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Oh, that Heather. She just HAD to tickle Frisk with her toes as well. And that's okay. Frisk was in seventh heaven the entire time she did that. But by tickling Frisk with her toes in addition to her fingers, Heather wound up tickling Frisk's feet as a solo tickler one minute longer than Brad did as a solo tickler. So, before Brad and Heather started tickling Frisk’s feet together, the former wanted to have Frisk’s feet all to himself for an additional minute. And to do that, he had to get Heather’s feet away from Frisk’s the only way he knew how. ;)
Heather: EEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Heather, Brad scribbling his fingers against the soles of her fluffy feet until she put them down flat against the floor* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEY, NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO, DOHOHON’T TICKLE ME!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! DON'T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLY CARROT CUHUHUHUPCAKES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~
A few seconds later…
Heather: You know, dweeb, you could've just asked me to put my feet down.
Brad: Heh. Yeah, I could’ve. But I've been around you long enough to know that that wouldn't have done me any good, big sis.
Heather: Heh. Yeah, I suppose you're right… Well, go on, have another go at those feet before it's time for us to work together…
Brad: Hehe. With pleasure. And sorry for that little but necessary interruption, Frisk. *Brad apologized, because by tickling Heather's feet briefly, he had inadvertently given Frisk a short break*
Frisk: Heeheehee! It's okay. X3
Moments later…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* BYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GUHUHUHUHUD!!! *squealed Frisk, Brad dragging the plumes of two red feathers across the lengths of both of her taut soles; the very feathers he gave to her as a gift* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!
Brad: Hehe. Man, I love your squeals. X3
Heather: Hehe. Me too!
Using Frisk’s own feathers against her; a clever move on Brad's part. Especially since he's the one that gave her the feathers in the first place! And then before Frisk knew it, Brad was sawing those very feathers between her toes, causing her to squeal once more and firmly grasp the couch cushion she was sitting on, like her life depended on it. The spaces between her toes are highly sensitive to soft objects and it was at that point that tears were beginning to form in Frisk’s eyes. Noticing this, Heather then grabbed her signature feather, the one with a fluffy orange plume and green quill, her “Heather feather,” and then literally hopped right in to help Brad, twiddling said feather’s fluffy plume against her soles and thus allowing Brad to continue sawing the red feathers between her toes.
Heather: Hehe. Alright, dweeb, you've had your fun but now it's time to work together! *stated Heather to Brad, who was more than happy to let her help him tickle Frisk’s feet with feathers*
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk, her eyes shooting wide open the very second she felt the “infamous” Heather feather brushing against one of her soles* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH, MAHAHAHAHAN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH, THE HEHEHEHEHEATHER FEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* GYEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Heather: Heheheheh. Your favorite. *said Heather cheekily*
Then before too long, Brad and Heather each turned their attention to a single foot with their feathers; Brad focusing solely on Frisk’s right foot while Heather focused solely on Frisk’s left foot. And as the three feathers continued dragging across the lengths of her soles and sawing in between her toes, Frisk continued to laugh ever so heartily. And not only that but her feet were starting to turn pink, indicating to Brad and Heather that they were starting to become more and more sensitive to touch and tickles. Then before Frisk knew it Brad and Heather swapped out the feathers with toothbrushes. Non-electric ones at first and with them, they brushed up and down the lengths of Frisk's soles as well as the pads and sides of each of her toes and even the spaces between her toes, bringing Frisk herself to tears as she screamed with raw, hysterical laughter. Those stiff bristles were hell on Frisk's bare feet. But despite how much they tickled her, Frisk did not ask Brad and Heather to stop doing exactly that. She wanted them to continue since it hadn't quite been ten minutes yet. Eight minutes had passed by the time Brad and Heather started using the toothbrushes and she wanted to go another two minutes before asking them for a breather. She was determined to last for two more minutes, laughing and shrieking her head off all the while as the bristles scraped the overly sensitive skin of her soles and toes, which were turning pinker and pinker the longer Brad and Heather tickled them with toothbrushes…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH MY GUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLY CRAHAHAHAP, IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO~ EEEEEEEEEEE-YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Two minutes later…
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad: Heh. Well, it's been ten minutes, Frisk. *Brad pointed out, he and Heather continuing to brush her feet until she answered them*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHEHEAH, SOHOHO?!?! *asked Frisk through her laughter, much to Brad and Heather's surprise* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: So? Girl, he’s wondering if you want us to stop. *said a confused Heather, brushing Frisk’s left foot faster and harder than ever before, prompting Brad to do the same to her right foot*
Frisk: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH, DEEHEEHEEAR GOD, NOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEHEEHEEASE KEEP GOING!!!! *requested Frisk, prompting Brad and Heather to switch to electric toothbrushes as soon as they could no longer brush Frisk’s feet as fast and hard as they possibly could* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad and Heather were confused. One moment it looked as if Frisk was going to crack and then all of sudden, she wanted them to keep going. Was it some type of magic that prevented Frisk from getting exhausted after ten minutes? They didn't know. But what they did know was that Frisk wanted them to tickle her feet with as many utensils as possible. And so they did. After the non-electric toothbrushes, Brad and Heather busted out the electric toothbrushes, buzzing them up and down the lengths of her soles as well as each of her toes and the spaces in between.
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH, WOHOHOHOHOW!!!! *SNORT* GYEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* OOHOOHOOHOO, OOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
As Brad and Heather buzzed electric toothbrushes against Frisk's bare feet, they could both see and feel said feet twitching like never before. The most effective tools they used so far, they covered every single inch of her soles and toes, buzzing and buzzing, causing Frisk to laugh so hard that her laughter went silent on numerous occasions. That and she wheezed as if she was gasping for breath, prompting Brad and Heather to then ask her a second time if she wanted them to stop, which she didn't. “NOHOHOHO, KEEHEEHEEP GOHOHOHOHOING!!!” she exclaimed. And so they did, continuing to buzz electric toothbrushes all over her feet until she requested that they tickle her with something else.
Sometime later…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed hysterically once more, her face soaking wet with her own tears as she threw her head back and repeatedly pounded the back of the couch with her fists* OHOHOHOHMYGYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!] *WHEEZE* EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!
Heather: Heheheh. Nothing like comb teeth in between the toes, am I right?
Brad: Heh. Y-yeah… Hopefully this will do the trick…
This time Brad and Heather were tickling Frisk’s feet with combs, first by sawing in between every single one of her toes. Back and forth and back and forth between every single toe for three whole minutes until moving down to her taut soles and doing the exact same thing for another three minutes. And after all of that, Frisk still didn't ask for a break! “What is going on?!” Brad and Heather both wondered. They seriously thought that combs would do the trick, what with each and every one of their stiff teeth pressing deep into the skin of Frisk's sensitive feet, stimulating her ticklish nerves more than everything else they had used up until that point. They were giving Frisk’s ticklish feet quite the endurance test. And then before Frisk knew it, Brad and Heather swapped out their combs with objects that stimulated her ticklish nerves even more. That being, hairbrushes! And with them, Brad and Heather scrubbed Frisk's sensitive soles as fast and hard as they possibly could, prompting her to laugh harder and more frantically than ever before.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH, GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOH, OHOHOHOHOHOHOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Every stiff bristle from the hairbrushes was hell on Frisk’s bare soles. She could feel literally every stiff bristle scraping against her soles, deep into the flesh, almost as if the bristles would soon come into contact with the bones! But despite feeling that way, Frisk still didn't want Brad and Heather to stop tickling her, prompting the two of them to then coat every inch of her bare feet with MTT-brand massage oil! Not just to render her feet more ticklish than ever before but also to render her feet both wet and slippery, allowing for easier and more efficient use of various utensils. Though, of course not until after letting the oil take its full effects…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEK! HOLY~ EEEEEEEEEEEK! *shrieked Frisk, the massage oil ice cold at first*
Then before too long, the massage oil caused Frisk’s feet to tingle, just as Brad and Heather expected it would. But what they didn't expect was Frisk to laugh all the while it did exactly that. And the reason why Frisk was laughing was because the oil itself was tickling her. Yes, right as the tingling started, Frisk felt ticklish sensations coursing through her nerves. And it was all because of how fast and hard Brad and Heather had scrubbed her soles with hairbrushes. Prior to applying the massage oil, they scrubbed her soles for ten whole minutes! More than enough time to render her feet more sensitive to both touch and tickles and apparently tingling sensations caused by the perhaps the most nerve stimulating massage oil there is.
Frisk: PFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH MY GUHUHUHUD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH MAHAHAHAN, THE OIL ITSELF IS TIHIHIHICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEET NOW?!?! *asked Frisk in disbelief, unable to process how the oil itself is managing to tickle her feet* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad: Heh. Apparently so. *uttered a surprised Brad*
Heather: Hehe. Cool. *smirked Heather with an “evil” grin*
Brad and Heather were both surprised and amused that the massage oil itself was tickling Frisk’s feet. Though, especially the latter. Because for a short while, the African American boy and bunny girl themselves didn't have to do a thing. The massage oil was doing their job for them. XD Well, at least until the tingling effects wore off. Once the tingling effects wore off, Brad and Heather had to resume tickling Frisk’s feet themselves and once they did, they elicited more explosive reactions from Frisk herself. Starting off with their fingers alone, just a couple of slight pokes with them and Frisk was already in stitches. And they kept her in stitches for a full hour after applying that oil too. Not just with their fingers but also feathers, toothbrushes (both electric and non-electric), combs, and hairbrushes. Literally every utensil they used before applying MTT massage oil to Frisk’s feet. And it still wasn't enough to make Frisk ask for a break! Yes, after one hour of tickling with her even more sensitive feet, Frisk still didn't want the tickling to stop! But Brad and Heather ended up stopping anyway, though. Not because Frisk was exhausted from being tickled but because Brad and Heather were exhausted from tickling Frisk.
Sometime later…
Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Hey, guys, why’d you stop? *asked Frisk cheekily, her bare feet wiggling slightly in her restraints*
Heather: Huff… huff… Just catching our breaths. What? Are Brad and I not allowed to take breaks? *asked Heather, appearing to be offended by Frisk’s question*
Brad: Huff… Heather, relax. I’m sure that Frisk is alright with us leaving her cute feet alone for a few minutes. *stated Brad, causing Frisk to blush in response*
Heather: Well, she better be. Because, holy crap! Girl, how the hell aren't YOU exhausted after all that?!?! *asked Heather, stunned that Frisk wasn't tired after a lengthy period of intense feet tickling*
Frisk: Heeheehee! I don't know, Heather. But what I do know is that I wanna be tickled some more. Heeheehee! So don't take too long of a break.
Brad: But what else can we do, Frisk? We did the most intense things we could think of and you still want more!
Frisk: Heeheehee! I'm glad you asked, cutie…
Right there and then, Frisk gave Brad and Heather six more ideas of what they could do to her feet. She had four additional ideas as well, but she didn't want to tell them what they were until after they tried the first six ideas. And the first of those ideas was “playing her feet like a guitar.” In other words, rubbing guitar picks against her soles and toes. Heather's guitar picks to be exact. One thing worth mentioning about Heather: she's a big music enthusiast, not only listening to music but also playing music on her very own guitar and drum set. And when she's not busy tickling her family and friends or simply listening to music or playing sports, then she’s in her bedroom jamming on her guitar and drums, playing them so loudly it sounds as if there's a thunderstorm going on inside the house. So Heather's not just loud when she laughs. XD Speaking of laughs, once Brad and Heather started rubbing guitar picks against Frisk’s soles and toes, they created some rather loud and beautiful “music.” ;)
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Frisk laughed and shrieked once more, Brad picking at her right foot and Heather the left*
Brad: Hehe. Oh, yeah, now this is my kind of music… Beautiful, loud, hehe, but not too loud… *teased Brad, poking fun at Heather's “thunder-booming” jam sessions*
Heather: Oh, ha, ha, Bradley. Hardy har har har. *said Heather sarcastically in response, briefly scribbling her fingers against Brad’s right shoulder blade as punishment for the teasing*
Brad: EEEEEEEEP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! HEHEHEHEATHER, NOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TICKLE FRISK, NOT MEEHEEHEHEE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Heather: Hehe. Take back what you said about my music? *requested Heather, continuing to dance her fingers on Brad's shoulder blade until he agreed to her demands*
Brad: EEEEEEEEEEP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OK, I TAKE IT BACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Under normal circumstances, Brad would not give in to Heather's demands that quickly or so easily. But because he was in the middle of tickling Frisk, he didn't want Heather doing anything to hinder his performance as a tickler. When tickling girls he likes, he wants all the concentration he can get. Not just when tickling them with guitar picks but also when tickling them with drumsticks. Yes, shortly after Brad and Heather tickled Frisk's feet with guitar picks, they switched to Heather's drumsticks. And with them, the siblings poked, prodded, and traced all over every inch of Frisk’s soles and toes, causing her to laugh ever so preciously yet again. And at this point in the session, Frisk’s feet were so sensitive that gentle pokes were enough to send her into hysterics.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, GUHUHUHUHUD, GU-HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~
With drumsticks, Brad and Heather had once again created some loud and beautiful “music.” The “music” being Frisk’s ticklish laughter, of course. Hehe. It was so melodious, and Brad and Heather had so much fun tickling her feet with guitar picks and drumsticks that they didn't realize that they had done so for 20 whole minutes! Yes, 20 minutes had passed! And Frisk was perfectly okay with that. If she wanted Brad and Heather to tickle her with something else, she would’ve told them. And much of the same happened with other utensils, such as forks…
Frisk: PFFFFFFFFF-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ *Frisk laughed yet again, Brad and Heather raking metal forks against her soles and the pads of her toes*
Then after the forks, back scratchers…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ *Frisk shrieked and laughed, Brad and Heather scratching her soles vigorously with back scratchers*
Then after the back scratchers, paintbrushes…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Frisk squealed, laughing and giggling up a storm as soft paintbrush bristles brushed against her soles and toes and in between her toes*
Then after paintbrushes, scrub brushes; both large heavy duty scrub brushes and mini scrub brushes…
Frisk: AAAAA-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed hard, freakishly hard; countless stiff bristles scrubbing hard against her soles and toes and in between her toes*
Sometime later…
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Before too long, Brad and Heather stopped tickling Frisk. Temporarily, to ask her if she had her fill of tickles. “Nohohohope, not yehehehet!!” she then told them while her laughter was dying down, much to their surprise. Because it had been at least another whole hour of nonstop tickling and she still wanted more tickles! That and she still wasn't exhausted! Yes, after laughing her head off for at least another 60 minutes, Frisk still wasn't tired of being tickled! And it was at that moment that Brad and Heather were convinced that Frisk would never get exhausted, no matter how much they tickled her feet and no matter how fast or how hard they tickled her feet. So, it was then decided that Brad and Heather would tickle Frisk until she simply had her fill of tickles for the day. As tempting as it was to have Brad and Heather tickle her feet during the entirety of her stay, she could tell that Brad and Heather were interested in doing some other activities. But first, more tickles! And what Frisk suggested Brad and Heather do during the remainder of the session both Brad and Heather found to be downright crazy!
Brad: Hold up! You want us to what?!
Frisk: Heeheehee! You heard me, cutie.
Heather: Damn, girl! Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?
Frisk: Heeheehee! Yes! *exclaimed Frisk, noticeably trying to wiggle her toes as a means of teasing*
Brad and Heather: Hehe. Ok. *the siblings both singsonged in sync*
Seconds later, Brad and Heather left to grab yet another assortment of items as well as some towels, a bucket of water, and a cup of water. And upon returning, the towels were placed on the chair directly next to Frisk's feet and even under her feet as well as over her calves and ankles AND on the floor next to the chair. Then after placing the towels, Brad and Heather then did the first thing that Frisk requested they do. That being, painting her feet! Every inch of her soles and toes! And when Brad and Heather asked Frisk what she wanted them to paint on her feet, all Frisk told them was, “Something colorful. I don't know. Be creative!”
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOHGOHOHOHOHOSH, GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! *Frisk preciously laughed and giggled, Brad painting a picture on her right foot and Heather her left* THAHAHAHAHANKS, YOU GUYS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND REEHEEHEEMEMBER, HAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHO MISTAKES, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, JUST HAHAHAHAHAPPY ACCIDEHEHEHEHENTS!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It took Brad and Heather some time to paint every inch of Frisk's soles and toes, which Frisk herself was more than alright with. “You can't rush art.” she told them shortly before they started painting. That and to take a picture of their masterpieces after they were finished. And once they did exactly that, Frisk was delighted to see what they had created. Brad had painted stripes on her right sole; from the pad/ball of her foot all the way down to her heel: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and white… the various Soul colors! And on the pads of her right foot toes were red hearts, to represent her soul of Determination. As for Heather, she painted a bunch of carrots on Frisk's left sole with a blue background and the pads of her left foot toes white. “Carrot rain, girl!” Heather explained to Frisk when asked why she used blue and white; blue for sky and white to symbolize the clouds the carrots were “raining” from. Then after ensuring that there was at least one great picture of Brad and Heather's masterpieces, Frisk then told the siblings to scrub it off, all of it, with scrub brushes, and not to stop until every inch of her feet was clean of paint. Then after cleaning Frisk's feet, Frisk then requested that they draw on her feet with markers. A crazy request after painting her feet, yes, but Brad and Heather obliged and created more works of art on her feet; the former drawing raining Bisicles and Nice Creams on her right foot (inspired by Heather's raining carrots) and the latter drawing herself with as much detail as possible. And just as they did after painting her feet, they took pictures of their artwork and after Frisk approved of it, they scrubbed her feet clean once again, every single inch, causing her to laugh so hard that she couldn't utter a single word. And right when the siblings thought that Frisk wouldn't want them to draw on her feet anymore, she then requested that they do so a third time, with pens!
Heather: Frisk! OMG, are you serious, girl? A third time?! *asked Heather in disbelief*
Frisk: Hehe. Yes, Heather! Please! I really want you to draw on my feet with pens too! And if you do, I'll pet you. And Brad, I'll kiss you!
Brad: Oh g~ *uttered Brad, blushing bright red, taken aback that he was unable to finish his sentence*
Heather: Heheheh. Well, that's a yes from him. And a big hell yeah from me! (I love pets from Frisk!)
And with that, Brad and Heather drew on Frisk's feet once more, with pens. And nothing fancy or anything. Just doodles. Smiley faces on each of her right foot toes and squiggly lines on her right sole as well the words, “CUTE FEET” on the arch and “VERY TICKLISH” on the heel. All drawn and written by Brad, who blushed red all the while he did so. But Heather on the other hand was more creative, drawing little red hearts on each of Frisk's left foot toes and on her left sole as well, on the pad/ball and heel. But on the arch was a larger heart with Brad written in black ink above it and Frisk written in black ink below it. And for no reason other than to tease Brad once more.
Brad: Ahhhh! Heather, get rid of that! *shouted Brad, embarrassed after seeing Heather draw and write “Brad ‘heart’ Frisk” on the latter’s left sole* Heather!
Heather: Heheheheh. *Heather chuckled, trapping Brad in a headlock long enough to take a few pictures of her artwork* Here, check this out, Frisk! *she then said to Frisk while tossing her phone over to her*
Frisk: Ooh, let's see… PFFFFFFFFF~ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed once more, due to Brad hastily crossing out his and Frisk’s names on Frisk's left sole*
Heather: Pfffff-hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Brad, what do you think you're doing? Hahahahahahahahaha!!! I already took pictures, you doofus! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHES, AND THEY LOOK BEHEHEHEHEAUTIFUL!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad was embarrassed, even if Frisk was well aware that “Brad ‘heart’ Frisk” was Heather's doing. She couldn't help herself. After seeing how Brad reacted when Frisk told him she'd give him a kiss if he drew on her feet with pens, Heather just had to add to his embarrassment. And Heather's lucky. If it wasn't for Frisk begging for more tickles after drawing on her feet with pens, there would've likely been a scuffle between the two siblings. If there's one thing that Brad and Heather do just as much, if not more than tickling, it's roughhousing, just like that of typical siblings. But roughhousing would have to wait because there was one last thing Frisk wanted Brad and Heather to do after scrubbing her feet clean with scrub brushes yet again…
Sometime later… after scrubbing Frisk's feet clean…
Frisk: Hehe. Ok, you guys, just one last thing…
Brad: Sure. What is it, Frisk?
Heather: Yeah, girl, after all that craziness, what else could you possibly want us to do?!
Frisk: Hehe. Spread peanut butter all over my feet. *Frisk requested, casually, like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary*
Heather: Uh, what?
Frisk: Don't ask questions, just do it…
Wow! Talk about an odd request! But Frisk had her reasons for making such a request, though. So, Brad and Heather then did as Frisk requested. They slathered peanut butter all over her feet with butter knives, causing her to laugh and giggle because the knives tickled. And the entire time they did so, the siblings wondered, “Why is she making us do this?” Noticing their confused looks, Frisk then told them to simply wait. So then they waited… for roughly five minutes until… they heard the doorbell ring, followed by scratches at the front door. So Brad and Heather then went to the door, opened it up, and before they knew it, a little white dog ran inside the house. Toby, the Annoying Dog! Frisk then explained to the siblings that Toby has a sort of sixth sense for whenever she wants him to lick her feet. “He knows, you guys. He just knows.” And then before Brad and Heather knew it, Toby was licking Frisk's feet, every inch of them from heel to toe. And he did so not once but twice! Yes, right after Toby licked up all of the peanut butter on her soles and toes once, Frisk requested that Brad and Heather cover her feet with peanut butter again! “He's hungry!” Frisk claimed. But in reality, she just wanted more tickles. And by the time Toby finished licking up the second coat of peanut butter, Frisk's feet were so pink and hypersensitive that just breathing on said feet was enough to send her into a giggle fit. But that was nothing compared to when she tried to walk after being released from her restraints. Right as she stood up on the soft and fluffy living room carpet, she immediately fell over and burst into laughter, hysterical laughter, like the carpet was the most ticklish thing in the entire world. And to make herself laugh even more, she purposely rubbed her feet against said carpet and even sat up and tickled her own feet with her fingers. Yes, her feet were so hypersensitive that she could tickle herself! And she did so for at least ten minutes, laughing up a storm all the while. She just couldn't help herself. Then once she could no longer tickle her own feet with her fingers, she then stood up on said feet and hugged both Brad and Heather, to thank them for all the ticklish fun she had. That and do some other things she promised she would do. Yes, right after hugs, she kissed Brad, just a little peck on his right cheek, causing him to blush red. Then after kissing Brad, Frisk then took some time to lovingly pet Heather… and Toby as well, with assistance from Brad (Brad petting Toby while Frisk was petting Heather and vice versa). Then afterwards, the three kids and dog all played together until they tuckered themselves out, resulting in all four of them eventually falling asleep on the living room floor. And once Harriet and Justin arrived home after their day out together, they decided to leave them be until they all woke up on their own. And once they did, boy, did they have a lot to say! Overall, it was a fun day and if Frisk could repeat it again and again, she most certainly would. ;)
THE END.
Undertale© Toby Fox.
DETERMINED TO BE TICKLED
It is a hot summer day in the middle of July. And while it is hot outside, it is cool in the home of former Snowdin Shopkeeper, Harriet. Very cool! So cool that her adoptive human sons, Brad and Justin, and any human guests she might have such as her adoptive human niece, Izzy, tend to wear long pants rather than shorts in her home. It needs to be! Because Harriet and her biological children all have fur! And fluffy rabbit monsters such as themselves need to stay cool on hot summer days! And Brad, Justin, and Izzy don't mind. As adoptive members of fluffy rabbit monster families, they've gotten used to being in houses with cooler temperatures. That and the three of them happen to prefer long pants over shorts. And perhaps the only other humans that can relate to Brad, Justin, and Izzy’s cooler home environments are Frisk and Chara Dreemurr. Because like Brad, Justin, and Izzy, they too live with fluffy monsters. So, when visiting each other's homes, there is essentially no difference in terms of temperature, making each of them feel at home the moment they walk through the front door of a house that isn't where they reside. And that's certainly how Frisk felt when she went to hang with Brad and Heather at their home on this hot summer day. And 11-year-old Brad and 12-year-old Heather were the only ones present when 12-year-old Frisk arrived at their home. Harriet and Justin were out having a Mom and Justin day together, Robbie was working at his ice cream parlor, and Benny, who moved out of the house months ago, was chilling with his boyfriend, Danny, at their apartment. And Frisk was more than alright with that. Hanging with another pre-teen human and a pre-teen fluffy monster; why, she does that on a regular basis! It's just that today she's hanging with Brad and Heather rather than Chara and Asriel. And like Chara and Asriel, Brad and Heather greatly enjoy being on the giving end of tickling. They're quite the tickle enthusiasts, that African American boy and sassy bunny girl. And more often than not, the two of them boast about being the best ticklers to ever walk this Earth. Far more than Chara and Asriel do! And not in a rude manner. The two of them just really enjoy tickling and want everyone to know it, that's all. Frisk likes that about them and today, she wants to find out how exactly much tickling she can endure from them. More specifically, how long she can stand them tickling her feet. Frisk has immensely ticklish feet and with ticklers like Brad and Heather, she feels that she’ll be begging them for a breather after ten minutes of nonstop tickling. But she won't know for sure until they actually tickle said feet. And why her feet of all places? Simple! 1. Because she finds it fun when others tickle her feet and 2. To make Brad's day. Ever since Frisk started wearing flip flops, Brad has been blushing around her more than he used to, giving her the impression that he likes seeing her feet exposed. And if that's the case, then he'll likely turn as red as a tomato once Frisk informs him of what she'd like him and Heather to do today. It's no secret to Frisk that Brad has a bit of a crush on her. There's a reason why he gave her two red feathers as a gift as well as a note saying how pretty he thinks she is and how cool it would be if she were to hang out with him during the summer at the end of their first year of school with monsters roaming the Surface and that’s the reason. Frisk was flattered by Brad's gift and note and being the kind-hearted girl that she is, she has been hanging out with him as much as possible this summer. And by doing exactly that, she has been making Brad feel like quite the little stud. XD Understandable, him being an 11-year-old boy hanging with an older human girl. And today will perhaps be the most fun he has with her all summer! He and Heather both! Yes, although Brad has a small crush on Frisk, he won't be the only one tickling her feet today. And he's alright with that. In fact, he feels more comfortable tickling girls he likes with one of his siblings by his side, because that way he isn't as shy. And who better than his sassy older bunny sister, Heather! :D He can always count on her for moral support. Though, sometimes that moral support comes with a price. That being, Heather tackling Brad and tickling him all over. But it's worth it, though. Because once Brad enlists Heather's help, the two of them become quite the dynamic tickling duo. Just ask Justin. XD And Frisk is really looking forward to being tickled by that dynamic duo too. But first things first, saying hi to them. As tempting as it was to say, “Guys, my feet! Tickle my feet!” as soon as she stepped into their house, Frisk felt that she should socialize for a little while first. And when Frisk showed up at the house, she was immediately greeted by Brad, who blushed red the moment he saw Frisk herself. But Heather on the other hand was lying down on the living room floor acting as if she were dying from the heat, just to remind Frisk that fluffy monsters such as herself and summer heat don't pair well together. But it was perfectly cool in the house at the time, so she was just being overdramatic. And she shouldn't complain too much, considering that she was wearing the best possible outfit a fluffy pre-teen girl such as herself could wear in scorching hot weather. That being, a tank top and shorts. Frisk liked seeing Heather in shorts. Because with shorts on instead of jeans, more of Heather's fluffiness was shown. And the more of Heather's fluffiness Frisk sees, the more Frisk wants to pet her. Frisk loves petting fluffy monsters and just as she was about to pet Heather herself, Brad suggested that he and Frisk tickle her instead. This alarmed Heather, because she wasn't anywhere near ready to be on the receiving end of tickles after Frisk's arrival. And it was at that moment that Frisk informed Brad and Heather…
Frisk: Haha! Don't worry, Heather. I have an even better idea!
Heather: Oh? A-and w-what would that be F-Frisk? *asked a nervous Heather, hiding her feet under the couch in the living room in an effort to avoid being tickled on said feet*
Frisk: I want you and Brad to… *answered Frisk, kicking off her flip flops and sitting down on the left-most cushion on the couch* …tickle MY feet! *she added, lifting her legs up off of the floor, exposing her soles and teasingly wiggling her toes, all ten of them with magenta nail polish on them*
Brad: (Oh my, G-God!) *thought Brad to himself, blushing red after witnessing Frisk put her now bare feet on full display, not necessarily because he has a foot fetish but because a girl he likes literally just asked him to tickle her feet* You… you do? Are… are you s-sure? *asked Brad, having difficulty keeping it together, because what Frisk had requested was just too good to be true*
Frisk: Ab-SOLE-lutely, you cutie! *exclaimed Frisk with glee, still holding up her feet and wiggling her toes, but then stopped once she was getting tired of holding her legs up, prompting Brad, now blushing tomato red, to then grab a sturdy wooden chair and then place a soft pillow on its seat for Frisk to place her feet on since the couch she's currently sitting on isn't a reclining couch* Yes, tickle my feet. And don't hold back! I want to find out how long I can go without begging for a break.
When looking at Frisk and the wooden chair from the front, the latter is facing to the left, meaning that the back of it is off to the right of Frisk’s bare feet. And not only that; there is a basket underneath the chair that can be used for storing supplies… or something heavy to prevent Frisk from lifting the chair up off of the floor if Brad and Heather were to end up tying her legs to said chair.
Heather: Haha! Dang, girl! Nonstop feet tickling?! That's crazy! *exclaimed Heather as she brought herself to her feet, before happily saying and asking,* And I'm all for it! When can we start?
Frisk: Hehe. Why, right after you tie my legs to this chair… and put something heavy in its basket.
Brad: Heh. W-w-well, of c-c-course. We don't e-exactly w-w-want you escaping, now do we? And I know just what to put in the basket too…
And with that, Brad and Heather gathered up some supplies as well as an assortment of ticking utensils for the following fun-filled activity, an activity that the African American boy and lavender bunny girl themselves could hardly contain their excitement for. The two of them love tickling feet so much. And in turn, Frisk loves being tickled on her feet. Needless to say, all three kids will have a great deal of fun today. And it will all start mere seconds after Brad and Heather limit Frisk’s movement; the former placing two 45 lb weight plates from the basement’s exercise room (Benny's exercise equipment) in the wooden chair's basket and the latter tying Frisk's legs to the wooden chair with Justin's lasso…
Later…
Frisk: Hehe. Perfect, you guys. My legs aren't going anywhere. *stated Frisk, seconds after checking to see if her legs were tied securely to the chair, which they were, and if she could lift the chair with two 45 lb weight plates in its basket, which she couldn't* But my feet on the other hand…
Heather: Hehe. Way ahead of you…
Frisk didn't want to move her feet a single inch either. So in response, both Brad and Heather grabbed some strings and not only tied her two big toes together but they also bent each of her toes backwards until her soles were all taut and then tied each of her toes one by one to the lasso around her ankles…
Frisk: Hehe. Alright. There we go. *commented Frisk, trying to move her feet and wiggle her toes, which she could no longer do*
Heather: Haha! Perfect! *shouted Heather, anxious to start tickling Frisk*
Brad: Heh. Y-yeah… *said Brad while blushing, feeling shy all of a sudden*
Frisk: Haha! Well, go on then, you guys. Tickle my feet. *requested Frisk as she tried to wiggle her toes in anticipation* Go on. Don't be shy…
Heather: Haha! Yeah, dweeb! Come on! *exclaimed Heather, being a typical big sister to Brad, teasing him whilst grabbing him and moving him directly next to Frisk's bare feet* You've been going on and on all summer about how you wanted to tickle Frisk like this, well now's your chance!
Brad: What?! No! Heather, no, I haven't! *exclaimed Brad, blushing red with embarrassment*
Heather: Haha! Aww! Sure you have! And you of all boys should know that it’s rude to keep a girl waiting. So get to tickling!
Brad: O-o-ok… I'll do it… Just…
Frisk: Hehe. It's alright, Brad. You start whenever you want… Hehe. Oh, Heather, why must you embarrass the poor boy?
Heather: Haha! I'm his big sister, Frisk! It's my job! And don't you dare tell me that you don't do the same to Azzy!
It certainly is. But that shouldn't exactly be Heather’s number one priority at this moment. No, her number one priority should be tickling Frisk. Frisk is her and Brad's guest after all and it's important that she be a good host to her guest. And her guest wants to be tickled so therefore she should tickle said guest. And she did. But not until first letting Brad do so for a little while on his own. And the first thing Brad did was scribble his fingers ever so gingerly against the soles of Frisk's bare feet, sending her into hysterics in just a matter of seconds.
Frisk: PFFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PEHEHEHERFECT, BRAHAHAHAHAD!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! ALREADY OFF TO A GREHEHEHEHEAT START!!! *commented Frisk through her laughter, Brad's skilled fingers causing her feet to twitch with every passing second* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! OH MY~ *she then exclaimed, Brad now scribbling his fingers gingerly against her heels, prompting her to grab a pillow and hug it tightly* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad: Hehe. T-thanks, Frisk… *uttered Brad somewhat shyly, while excitedly thinking to himself,* (Wow! Oh, my God, I can't believe this is actually happening!)
Brad was all too happy to be tickling Frisk's feet. And while he might not ever admit it out loud, Heather was right! He had been going on and on all summer about how he wanted to tickle Frisk on her feet. And not necessarily with her feet in some type of restraints, as friendly as the ones that Brad himself and Heather provided may be, but in a position where her feet were completely vulnerable. A ticklee’s feet can be vulnerable without restraints of any type. It's just that with restraints, ticklers have far less difficulty fighting against their ticklees whilst tickling them. And Frisk is quite the little wiggle worm, hence why Brad placed weight plates in the wooden chair's basket and why Heather tied her legs to their chair with Justin's lasso AND why both of them immobilized her feet with strings. And with Frisk's legs and feet tied up the way they were, it was all too easy for Brad to scribble his fingers against her soles, which he did for one whole minute. Then as soon as he finished tickling her soles, he directed his attention to her toes, all ten of them, first by wiggling his index fingers against the pads and sides of each of them and then wiggling his fingers in the spaces between them.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! *shrieked Frisk, hugging the pillow she grabbed even tighter the moment she felt Brad touching her toes* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *she laughed once more, tilting her head back until she was looking straight up at the ceiling above her* OH, MY GOOHOOHOOHOODNESS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, BRAD, YOHOHOHOHOU'RE SO GOOD AT TICKLING… PFFFFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH SHIIII-GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad had managed to cut Frisk’s last sentence short simply by wiggling his fingers between her toes; every individual space all at once with his pinkies between her pinky toes and ring toes, his ring fingers between her ring toes and middle toes, his middle fingers between her middle toes and index toes, and his index fingers between her index toes and big toes. So many fingers between Frisk’s toes, each of them tickling her so much that she nearly said a swear word! And then before Frisk knew it, Heather was doing the exact same thing! Yes, as soon as Brad had his fun as a solo tickler, Heather hopped in and stuck her fingers between Frisk toes. And due to the fur on each of Heather's fingers, Heather's fingers ended up ticking Frisk more than Brad's. It felt as if there were fluffy worms wiggling in between Frisk’s toes, every individual strand of fur caressing against the sensitive skin and ticklish enough to elicit various shrieks from Frisk herself, in addition to her spurts of hearty laughter…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEHEHEHEATHER, HOHOHOLY CRAHAHAHAHAP!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Heather: Hehe. Ooooooh! Now that's what I like to hear! You like my fingers between your toes? *asked Heather cheekily, amused by Frisk's ticklish reactions*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHES, VERY MUCH!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: Hehe. And how about on your soles?
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk, her immobile bare feet trembling at the lightest touch of Heather's fingers* GYAAA-GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHES, THERE TOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather was getting Frisk good. Her fluffy fur may not keep her particularly cool in warm weather but when it comes to tickling, it's all too easy for her to elicit laughter from her ticklees. All year round, every individual strand of her fur feels so soft and silky to the touch. Soft, silky, and highly ticklish! Especially when brushed against bare skin! In this case, the highly sensitive skin of Frisk’s bare feet. ;) And not just the fur on each or her fingers but also the fur on each of her toes. All six of them!
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! OH NO, GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH NO, THE FUHUHUHURRY TOHOHOHOES!!!! *exclaimed Frisk through even heartier laughter, due to Heather wiggling her furry toes against both of her taut soles; Heather laying down on the floor on her back with her legs up in the air and wiggling her left foot toes and right foot toes against Frisk’s right sole and left sole respectively* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOHOHOLY CRAP, HEHEHEHEHEATHER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: Heheheh. Gee, ain't I a stinker? *asked Heather, quoting Bugs Bunny*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHEHES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AND THAT'S WHY WE LOVE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH NO~ EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk upon feeling Heather's toes wiggling against her heels* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH HELL~ *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~ GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Oh, that Heather. She just HAD to tickle Frisk with her toes as well. And that's okay. Frisk was in seventh heaven the entire time she did that. But by tickling Frisk with her toes in addition to her fingers, Heather wound up tickling Frisk's feet as a solo tickler one minute longer than Brad did as a solo tickler. So, before Brad and Heather started tickling Frisk’s feet together, the former wanted to have Frisk’s feet all to himself for an additional minute. And to do that, he had to get Heather’s feet away from Frisk’s the only way he knew how. ;)
Heather: EEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Heather, Brad scribbling his fingers against the soles of her fluffy feet until she put them down flat against the floor* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEY, NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO, DOHOHON’T TICKLE ME!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! DON'T TICKLE MEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLY CARROT CUHUHUHUPCAKES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~
A few seconds later…
Heather: You know, dweeb, you could've just asked me to put my feet down.
Brad: Heh. Yeah, I could’ve. But I've been around you long enough to know that that wouldn't have done me any good, big sis.
Heather: Heh. Yeah, I suppose you're right… Well, go on, have another go at those feet before it's time for us to work together…
Brad: Hehe. With pleasure. And sorry for that little but necessary interruption, Frisk. *Brad apologized, because by tickling Heather's feet briefly, he had inadvertently given Frisk a short break*
Frisk: Heeheehee! It's okay. X3
Moments later…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* BYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH MY GUHUHUHUHUD!!! *squealed Frisk, Brad dragging the plumes of two red feathers across the lengths of both of her taut soles; the very feathers he gave to her as a gift* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!
Brad: Hehe. Man, I love your squeals. X3
Heather: Hehe. Me too!
Using Frisk’s own feathers against her; a clever move on Brad's part. Especially since he's the one that gave her the feathers in the first place! And then before Frisk knew it, Brad was sawing those very feathers between her toes, causing her to squeal once more and firmly grasp the couch cushion she was sitting on, like her life depended on it. The spaces between her toes are highly sensitive to soft objects and it was at that point that tears were beginning to form in Frisk’s eyes. Noticing this, Heather then grabbed her signature feather, the one with a fluffy orange plume and green quill, her “Heather feather,” and then literally hopped right in to help Brad, twiddling said feather’s fluffy plume against her soles and thus allowing Brad to continue sawing the red feathers between her toes.
Heather: Hehe. Alright, dweeb, you've had your fun but now it's time to work together! *stated Heather to Brad, who was more than happy to let her help him tickle Frisk’s feet with feathers*
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! *shrieked Frisk, her eyes shooting wide open the very second she felt the “infamous” Heather feather brushing against one of her soles* GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH, MAHAHAHAHAN, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH, THE HEHEHEHEHEATHER FEHEHEHEHEHEHEATHER!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* GYEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Heather: Heheheheh. Your favorite. *said Heather cheekily*
Then before too long, Brad and Heather each turned their attention to a single foot with their feathers; Brad focusing solely on Frisk’s right foot while Heather focused solely on Frisk’s left foot. And as the three feathers continued dragging across the lengths of her soles and sawing in between her toes, Frisk continued to laugh ever so heartily. And not only that but her feet were starting to turn pink, indicating to Brad and Heather that they were starting to become more and more sensitive to touch and tickles. Then before Frisk knew it Brad and Heather swapped out the feathers with toothbrushes. Non-electric ones at first and with them, they brushed up and down the lengths of Frisk's soles as well as the pads and sides of each of her toes and even the spaces between her toes, bringing Frisk herself to tears as she screamed with raw, hysterical laughter. Those stiff bristles were hell on Frisk's bare feet. But despite how much they tickled her, Frisk did not ask Brad and Heather to stop doing exactly that. She wanted them to continue since it hadn't quite been ten minutes yet. Eight minutes had passed by the time Brad and Heather started using the toothbrushes and she wanted to go another two minutes before asking them for a breather. She was determined to last for two more minutes, laughing and shrieking her head off all the while as the bristles scraped the overly sensitive skin of her soles and toes, which were turning pinker and pinker the longer Brad and Heather tickled them with toothbrushes…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH MY GUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUHUD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOHOHOLY CRAHAHAHAP, IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO~ EEEEEEEEEEE-YAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Two minutes later…
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad: Heh. Well, it's been ten minutes, Frisk. *Brad pointed out, he and Heather continuing to brush her feet until she answered them*
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHEHEAH, SOHOHO?!?! *asked Frisk through her laughter, much to Brad and Heather's surprise* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Heather: So? Girl, he’s wondering if you want us to stop. *said a confused Heather, brushing Frisk’s left foot faster and harder than ever before, prompting Brad to do the same to her right foot*
Frisk: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH, DEEHEEHEEAR GOD, NOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEHEEHEEASE KEEP GOING!!!! *requested Frisk, prompting Brad and Heather to switch to electric toothbrushes as soon as they could no longer brush Frisk’s feet as fast and hard as they possibly could* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad and Heather were confused. One moment it looked as if Frisk was going to crack and then all of sudden, she wanted them to keep going. Was it some type of magic that prevented Frisk from getting exhausted after ten minutes? They didn't know. But what they did know was that Frisk wanted them to tickle her feet with as many utensils as possible. And so they did. After the non-electric toothbrushes, Brad and Heather busted out the electric toothbrushes, buzzing them up and down the lengths of her soles as well as each of her toes and the spaces in between.
*Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH, WOHOHOHOHOW!!!! *SNORT* GYEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* OOHOOHOOHOO, OOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
As Brad and Heather buzzed electric toothbrushes against Frisk's bare feet, they could both see and feel said feet twitching like never before. The most effective tools they used so far, they covered every single inch of her soles and toes, buzzing and buzzing, causing Frisk to laugh so hard that her laughter went silent on numerous occasions. That and she wheezed as if she was gasping for breath, prompting Brad and Heather to then ask her a second time if she wanted them to stop, which she didn't. “NOHOHOHO, KEEHEEHEEP GOHOHOHOHOING!!!” she exclaimed. And so they did, continuing to buzz electric toothbrushes all over her feet until she requested that they tickle her with something else.
Sometime later…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed hysterically once more, her face soaking wet with her own tears as she threw her head back and repeatedly pounded the back of the couch with her fists* OHOHOHOHMYGYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHADHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* [HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!] *WHEEZE* EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!
Heather: Heheheh. Nothing like comb teeth in between the toes, am I right?
Brad: Heh. Y-yeah… Hopefully this will do the trick…
This time Brad and Heather were tickling Frisk’s feet with combs, first by sawing in between every single one of her toes. Back and forth and back and forth between every single toe for three whole minutes until moving down to her taut soles and doing the exact same thing for another three minutes. And after all of that, Frisk still didn't ask for a break! “What is going on?!” Brad and Heather both wondered. They seriously thought that combs would do the trick, what with each and every one of their stiff teeth pressing deep into the skin of Frisk's sensitive feet, stimulating her ticklish nerves more than everything else they had used up until that point. They were giving Frisk’s ticklish feet quite the endurance test. And then before Frisk knew it, Brad and Heather swapped out their combs with objects that stimulated her ticklish nerves even more. That being, hairbrushes! And with them, Brad and Heather scrubbed Frisk's sensitive soles as fast and hard as they possibly could, prompting her to laugh harder and more frantically than ever before.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH, GYAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAD!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOH, OHOHOHOHOHOHOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Every stiff bristle from the hairbrushes was hell on Frisk’s bare soles. She could feel literally every stiff bristle scraping against her soles, deep into the flesh, almost as if the bristles would soon come into contact with the bones! But despite feeling that way, Frisk still didn't want Brad and Heather to stop tickling her, prompting the two of them to then coat every inch of her bare feet with MTT-brand massage oil! Not just to render her feet more ticklish than ever before but also to render her feet both wet and slippery, allowing for easier and more efficient use of various utensils. Though, of course not until after letting the oil take its full effects…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEK! HOLY~ EEEEEEEEEEEK! *shrieked Frisk, the massage oil ice cold at first*
Then before too long, the massage oil caused Frisk’s feet to tingle, just as Brad and Heather expected it would. But what they didn't expect was Frisk to laugh all the while it did exactly that. And the reason why Frisk was laughing was because the oil itself was tickling her. Yes, right as the tingling started, Frisk felt ticklish sensations coursing through her nerves. And it was all because of how fast and hard Brad and Heather had scrubbed her soles with hairbrushes. Prior to applying the massage oil, they scrubbed her soles for ten whole minutes! More than enough time to render her feet more sensitive to both touch and tickles and apparently tingling sensations caused by the perhaps the most nerve stimulating massage oil there is.
Frisk: PFFFF-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OH MY GUHUHUHUD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOH MAHAHAHAN, THE OIL ITSELF IS TIHIHIHICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEET NOW?!?! *asked Frisk in disbelief, unable to process how the oil itself is managing to tickle her feet* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Brad: Heh. Apparently so. *uttered a surprised Brad*
Heather: Hehe. Cool. *smirked Heather with an “evil” grin*
Brad and Heather were both surprised and amused that the massage oil itself was tickling Frisk’s feet. Though, especially the latter. Because for a short while, the African American boy and bunny girl themselves didn't have to do a thing. The massage oil was doing their job for them. XD Well, at least until the tingling effects wore off. Once the tingling effects wore off, Brad and Heather had to resume tickling Frisk’s feet themselves and once they did, they elicited more explosive reactions from Frisk herself. Starting off with their fingers alone, just a couple of slight pokes with them and Frisk was already in stitches. And they kept her in stitches for a full hour after applying that oil too. Not just with their fingers but also feathers, toothbrushes (both electric and non-electric), combs, and hairbrushes. Literally every utensil they used before applying MTT massage oil to Frisk’s feet. And it still wasn't enough to make Frisk ask for a break! Yes, after one hour of tickling with her even more sensitive feet, Frisk still didn't want the tickling to stop! But Brad and Heather ended up stopping anyway, though. Not because Frisk was exhausted from being tickled but because Brad and Heather were exhausted from tickling Frisk.
Sometime later…
Frisk: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee!! Hey, guys, why’d you stop? *asked Frisk cheekily, her bare feet wiggling slightly in her restraints*
Heather: Huff… huff… Just catching our breaths. What? Are Brad and I not allowed to take breaks? *asked Heather, appearing to be offended by Frisk’s question*
Brad: Huff… Heather, relax. I’m sure that Frisk is alright with us leaving her cute feet alone for a few minutes. *stated Brad, causing Frisk to blush in response*
Heather: Well, she better be. Because, holy crap! Girl, how the hell aren't YOU exhausted after all that?!?! *asked Heather, stunned that Frisk wasn't tired after a lengthy period of intense feet tickling*
Frisk: Heeheehee! I don't know, Heather. But what I do know is that I wanna be tickled some more. Heeheehee! So don't take too long of a break.
Brad: But what else can we do, Frisk? We did the most intense things we could think of and you still want more!
Frisk: Heeheehee! I'm glad you asked, cutie…
Right there and then, Frisk gave Brad and Heather six more ideas of what they could do to her feet. She had four additional ideas as well, but she didn't want to tell them what they were until after they tried the first six ideas. And the first of those ideas was “playing her feet like a guitar.” In other words, rubbing guitar picks against her soles and toes. Heather's guitar picks to be exact. One thing worth mentioning about Heather: she's a big music enthusiast, not only listening to music but also playing music on her very own guitar and drum set. And when she's not busy tickling her family and friends or simply listening to music or playing sports, then she’s in her bedroom jamming on her guitar and drums, playing them so loudly it sounds as if there's a thunderstorm going on inside the house. So Heather's not just loud when she laughs. XD Speaking of laughs, once Brad and Heather started rubbing guitar picks against Frisk’s soles and toes, they created some rather loud and beautiful “music.” ;)
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Frisk laughed and shrieked once more, Brad picking at her right foot and Heather the left*
Brad: Hehe. Oh, yeah, now this is my kind of music… Beautiful, loud, hehe, but not too loud… *teased Brad, poking fun at Heather's “thunder-booming” jam sessions*
Heather: Oh, ha, ha, Bradley. Hardy har har har. *said Heather sarcastically in response, briefly scribbling her fingers against Brad’s right shoulder blade as punishment for the teasing*
Brad: EEEEEEEEP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!! HEHEHEHEATHER, NOHOHOHO!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TICKLE FRISK, NOT MEEHEEHEHEE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Heather: Hehe. Take back what you said about my music? *requested Heather, continuing to dance her fingers on Brad's shoulder blade until he agreed to her demands*
Brad: EEEEEEEEEEP!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! OK, I TAKE IT BACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! I TAHAHAKE IT BAHAHAHACK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
Under normal circumstances, Brad would not give in to Heather's demands that quickly or so easily. But because he was in the middle of tickling Frisk, he didn't want Heather doing anything to hinder his performance as a tickler. When tickling girls he likes, he wants all the concentration he can get. Not just when tickling them with guitar picks but also when tickling them with drumsticks. Yes, shortly after Brad and Heather tickled Frisk's feet with guitar picks, they switched to Heather's drumsticks. And with them, the siblings poked, prodded, and traced all over every inch of Frisk’s soles and toes, causing her to laugh ever so preciously yet again. And at this point in the session, Frisk’s feet were so sensitive that gentle pokes were enough to send her into hysterics.
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OH, GUHUHUHUHUD, GU-HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~
With drumsticks, Brad and Heather had once again created some loud and beautiful “music.” The “music” being Frisk’s ticklish laughter, of course. Hehe. It was so melodious, and Brad and Heather had so much fun tickling her feet with guitar picks and drumsticks that they didn't realize that they had done so for 20 whole minutes! Yes, 20 minutes had passed! And Frisk was perfectly okay with that. If she wanted Brad and Heather to tickle her with something else, she would’ve told them. And much of the same happened with other utensils, such as forks…
Frisk: PFFFFFFFFF-BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ *Frisk laughed yet again, Brad and Heather raking metal forks against her soles and the pads of her toes*
Then after the forks, back scratchers…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! BWARGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~ *Frisk shrieked and laughed, Brad and Heather scratching her soles vigorously with back scratchers*
Then after the back scratchers, paintbrushes…
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *Frisk squealed, laughing and giggling up a storm as soft paintbrush bristles brushed against her soles and toes and in between her toes*
Then after paintbrushes, scrub brushes; both large heavy duty scrub brushes and mini scrub brushes…
Frisk: AAAAA-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed hard, freakishly hard; countless stiff bristles scrubbing hard against her soles and toes and in between her toes*
Sometime later…
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Before too long, Brad and Heather stopped tickling Frisk. Temporarily, to ask her if she had her fill of tickles. “Nohohohope, not yehehehet!!” she then told them while her laughter was dying down, much to their surprise. Because it had been at least another whole hour of nonstop tickling and she still wanted more tickles! That and she still wasn't exhausted! Yes, after laughing her head off for at least another 60 minutes, Frisk still wasn't tired of being tickled! And it was at that moment that Brad and Heather were convinced that Frisk would never get exhausted, no matter how much they tickled her feet and no matter how fast or how hard they tickled her feet. So, it was then decided that Brad and Heather would tickle Frisk until she simply had her fill of tickles for the day. As tempting as it was to have Brad and Heather tickle her feet during the entirety of her stay, she could tell that Brad and Heather were interested in doing some other activities. But first, more tickles! And what Frisk suggested Brad and Heather do during the remainder of the session both Brad and Heather found to be downright crazy!
Brad: Hold up! You want us to what?!
Frisk: Heeheehee! You heard me, cutie.
Heather: Damn, girl! Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure?
Frisk: Heeheehee! Yes! *exclaimed Frisk, noticeably trying to wiggle her toes as a means of teasing*
Brad and Heather: Hehe. Ok. *the siblings both singsonged in sync*
Seconds later, Brad and Heather left to grab yet another assortment of items as well as some towels, a bucket of water, and a cup of water. And upon returning, the towels were placed on the chair directly next to Frisk's feet and even under her feet as well as over her calves and ankles AND on the floor next to the chair. Then after placing the towels, Brad and Heather then did the first thing that Frisk requested they do. That being, painting her feet! Every inch of her soles and toes! And when Brad and Heather asked Frisk what she wanted them to paint on her feet, all Frisk told them was, “Something colorful. I don't know. Be creative!”
Frisk: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OHOHOHOHGOHOHOHOHOSH, GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! *Frisk preciously laughed and giggled, Brad painting a picture on her right foot and Heather her left* THAHAHAHAHANKS, YOU GUYS!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AND REEHEEHEEMEMBER, HAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHO MISTAKES, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, JUST HAHAHAHAHAPPY ACCIDEHEHEHEHENTS!!! *SNORT* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
It took Brad and Heather some time to paint every inch of Frisk's soles and toes, which Frisk herself was more than alright with. “You can't rush art.” she told them shortly before they started painting. That and to take a picture of their masterpieces after they were finished. And once they did exactly that, Frisk was delighted to see what they had created. Brad had painted stripes on her right sole; from the pad/ball of her foot all the way down to her heel: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, and white… the various Soul colors! And on the pads of her right foot toes were red hearts, to represent her soul of Determination. As for Heather, she painted a bunch of carrots on Frisk's left sole with a blue background and the pads of her left foot toes white. “Carrot rain, girl!” Heather explained to Frisk when asked why she used blue and white; blue for sky and white to symbolize the clouds the carrots were “raining” from. Then after ensuring that there was at least one great picture of Brad and Heather's masterpieces, Frisk then told the siblings to scrub it off, all of it, with scrub brushes, and not to stop until every inch of her feet was clean of paint. Then after cleaning Frisk's feet, Frisk then requested that they draw on her feet with markers. A crazy request after painting her feet, yes, but Brad and Heather obliged and created more works of art on her feet; the former drawing raining Bisicles and Nice Creams on her right foot (inspired by Heather's raining carrots) and the latter drawing herself with as much detail as possible. And just as they did after painting her feet, they took pictures of their artwork and after Frisk approved of it, they scrubbed her feet clean once again, every single inch, causing her to laugh so hard that she couldn't utter a single word. And right when the siblings thought that Frisk wouldn't want them to draw on her feet anymore, she then requested that they do so a third time, with pens!
Heather: Frisk! OMG, are you serious, girl? A third time?! *asked Heather in disbelief*
Frisk: Hehe. Yes, Heather! Please! I really want you to draw on my feet with pens too! And if you do, I'll pet you. And Brad, I'll kiss you!
Brad: Oh g~ *uttered Brad, blushing bright red, taken aback that he was unable to finish his sentence*
Heather: Heheheh. Well, that's a yes from him. And a big hell yeah from me! (I love pets from Frisk!)
And with that, Brad and Heather drew on Frisk's feet once more, with pens. And nothing fancy or anything. Just doodles. Smiley faces on each of her right foot toes and squiggly lines on her right sole as well the words, “CUTE FEET” on the arch and “VERY TICKLISH” on the heel. All drawn and written by Brad, who blushed red all the while he did so. But Heather on the other hand was more creative, drawing little red hearts on each of Frisk's left foot toes and on her left sole as well, on the pad/ball and heel. But on the arch was a larger heart with Brad written in black ink above it and Frisk written in black ink below it. And for no reason other than to tease Brad once more.
Brad: Ahhhh! Heather, get rid of that! *shouted Brad, embarrassed after seeing Heather draw and write “Brad ‘heart’ Frisk” on the latter’s left sole* Heather!
Heather: Heheheheh. *Heather chuckled, trapping Brad in a headlock long enough to take a few pictures of her artwork* Here, check this out, Frisk! *she then said to Frisk while tossing her phone over to her*
Frisk: Ooh, let's see… PFFFFFFFFF~ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Frisk laughed once more, due to Brad hastily crossing out his and Frisk’s names on Frisk's left sole*
Heather: Pfffff-hahahahahahahahahahaha!!! Brad, what do you think you're doing? Hahahahahahahahaha!!! I already took pictures, you doofus! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!
Frisk: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHES, AND THEY LOOK BEHEHEHEHEAUTIFUL!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Brad was embarrassed, even if Frisk was well aware that “Brad ‘heart’ Frisk” was Heather's doing. She couldn't help herself. After seeing how Brad reacted when Frisk told him she'd give him a kiss if he drew on her feet with pens, Heather just had to add to his embarrassment. And Heather's lucky. If it wasn't for Frisk begging for more tickles after drawing on her feet with pens, there would've likely been a scuffle between the two siblings. If there's one thing that Brad and Heather do just as much, if not more than tickling, it's roughhousing, just like that of typical siblings. But roughhousing would have to wait because there was one last thing Frisk wanted Brad and Heather to do after scrubbing her feet clean with scrub brushes yet again…
Sometime later… after scrubbing Frisk's feet clean…
Frisk: Hehe. Ok, you guys, just one last thing…
Brad: Sure. What is it, Frisk?
Heather: Yeah, girl, after all that craziness, what else could you possibly want us to do?!
Frisk: Hehe. Spread peanut butter all over my feet. *Frisk requested, casually, like it wasn't anything out of the ordinary*
Heather: Uh, what?
Frisk: Don't ask questions, just do it…
Wow! Talk about an odd request! But Frisk had her reasons for making such a request, though. So, Brad and Heather then did as Frisk requested. They slathered peanut butter all over her feet with butter knives, causing her to laugh and giggle because the knives tickled. And the entire time they did so, the siblings wondered, “Why is she making us do this?” Noticing their confused looks, Frisk then told them to simply wait. So then they waited… for roughly five minutes until… they heard the doorbell ring, followed by scratches at the front door. So Brad and Heather then went to the door, opened it up, and before they knew it, a little white dog ran inside the house. Toby, the Annoying Dog! Frisk then explained to the siblings that Toby has a sort of sixth sense for whenever she wants him to lick her feet. “He knows, you guys. He just knows.” And then before Brad and Heather knew it, Toby was licking Frisk's feet, every inch of them from heel to toe. And he did so not once but twice! Yes, right after Toby licked up all of the peanut butter on her soles and toes once, Frisk requested that Brad and Heather cover her feet with peanut butter again! “He's hungry!” Frisk claimed. But in reality, she just wanted more tickles. And by the time Toby finished licking up the second coat of peanut butter, Frisk's feet were so pink and hypersensitive that just breathing on said feet was enough to send her into a giggle fit. But that was nothing compared to when she tried to walk after being released from her restraints. Right as she stood up on the soft and fluffy living room carpet, she immediately fell over and burst into laughter, hysterical laughter, like the carpet was the most ticklish thing in the entire world. And to make herself laugh even more, she purposely rubbed her feet against said carpet and even sat up and tickled her own feet with her fingers. Yes, her feet were so hypersensitive that she could tickle herself! And she did so for at least ten minutes, laughing up a storm all the while. She just couldn't help herself. Then once she could no longer tickle her own feet with her fingers, she then stood up on said feet and hugged both Brad and Heather, to thank them for all the ticklish fun she had. That and do some other things she promised she would do. Yes, right after hugs, she kissed Brad, just a little peck on his right cheek, causing him to blush red. Then after kissing Brad, Frisk then took some time to lovingly pet Heather… and Toby as well, with assistance from Brad (Brad petting Toby while Frisk was petting Heather and vice versa). Then afterwards, the three kids and dog all played together until they tuckered themselves out, resulting in all four of them eventually falling asleep on the living room floor. And once Harriet and Justin arrived home after their day out together, they decided to leave them be until they all woke up on their own. And once they did, boy, did they have a lot to say! Overall, it was a fun day and if Frisk could repeat it again and again, she most certainly would. ;)
THE END.
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Oh, WHAT a great story! I don't even know where to begin!
This was exactly what I wanted AND MORE. So much tickling for poor Frisk, who just seemed to be a tickle-hungry human. x3
I'm impressed you were able to incorporate so much tickling in this story, even if it wasn't in full detail, my imagination did the rest of the work~
Thank you SO MUCH for this! It was worth every second of waiting! You're fantastic!
This was exactly what I wanted AND MORE. So much tickling for poor Frisk, who just seemed to be a tickle-hungry human. x3
I'm impressed you were able to incorporate so much tickling in this story, even if it wasn't in full detail, my imagination did the rest of the work~
Thank you SO MUCH for this! It was worth every second of waiting! You're fantastic!
Hehe. I'm very happy to hear that you enjoyed this story, my friend. ^^ It was quite the joy to write. X3 Brad and Heather (and Toby) sure know how to get Frisk laughing. XD And I will admit, I would've liked to describe some parts of it in a little more detail but then I would've exceeded my word limit. So I'm happy that your imagination did the rest of the work during those parts. Still happy with how the story turned out overall, though. Very happy! ;)
After reading such a wonderful piece that once again showcased your skill in writing tickling stories, I would like to ask when your next batch of free requests will be? I have an idea in mind related to Muffet, and I would really love to see this idea brought to life by you!
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