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My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2024-02-28 16:16:59 +0000 UTCBeautiful sunshine trickles through the curtains that keep Olivia’s bedroom at least partially dark. The rays dance along the walls as the floor fan blows the curtains back and forth, causing an impromptu light show on the walls and floor. Olivia turns over in her sleep, resting on her left side in her crop top and panties, placing her arm on the cool underside of her pillow. Cocho snores contentedly on the other side of the bed, towards the foot. It’s a lazy Saturday and neither of the occupants of the bed have any responsibilities today, so they both sleep in a little later than usual. OIivia’s bright brown eyes slowly open, finally awakening from her peaceful slumber. Her sides and midriff and armpits are still bright pink from her ticklish torture at the hands of the creature lying at the foot of her bed.
I just wish I knew what you are, Cocho, she muses. Cocho didn’t scare her. They’d been together for so long now, he just felt like her family. But that didn’t keep her from being curious about what he was. I mean, imagine if she could find more creatures like him! That would be amazing.
As Olivia’s daydreams whisk her away to a land where ten Cochos tickle her at the same time, Cocho slowly stirs, ruffling the comforter on the bed and turning to look at Olivia with a drowsy look on his face.
“Good morning, Olivia,” he politely greets her.
Olivia snaps back to reality, “Good morning, Cocho.” She smiles warmly at him. Her bright smile always lit up the room and made Cocho’s tail wag. “What do you want to do today?”
“Well, what about what we promised last night?” he suggests with perked ears.
“Ready to start tickling already?” Olivia teases him with a wry smile.
“I’m always ready to start tickling,” Cocho says with a bit of a shrug.
Olivia giggles, “That’s true. But first, we gotta have breakfast and do a little gardening. Then, we’ll see about tickles.”
“OK!” Cocho agrees excitedly, his tail wagging even faster.
Olivia jumps up from her bed and makes her way to the kitchen, quickly frying up two eggs and some bacon. She didn’t cook for Cocho since he doesn’t need to eat, but every now and then he asks to have a little something. This morning, she anticipated him being way too excited about tickling her to want anything to eat. He was so easily distracted by tickling.
After breakfast and putting away her dishes, Olivia skips into her bedroom, excited to do a bit of gardening. She loved her little flower garden next to her house and enjoyed tending to it on the weekends.
She puts a sundress on and dances out to the garden, grabbing her watering pot and filling it with water. Cocho follows her, intrigued by her intense interest in keeping these brightly colored organisms living in a pile of dirt next to her house.
"Olivia, why do you take care of these plants like this? Aren't there lots of others that just grow on their own all around us?" Cocho asks, curious about Olivia's hobby.
"Well, sometimes it's nice to have a good variety of life around the house. Plus, the flowers are so bright and pretty! And I enjoy taking care of them. It's very relaxing even though it is a good amount of work," she answers as she scoops plant food out of a container and sprinkles it over the soil.
"Nothing's as pretty as you when you get tickled, Olivia," Cocho remarks, smiling widely and gazing up at her.
Olivia giggles. "I'm glad you think so, Cocho. Would you like to tickle me now?"
Cocho's eyes light up and his tail wags nearly faster than the eye can see. His excitement ripples throughout his whole body and he hops and dances around in a circle. "Yes, yes, yes, yes…" he repeats over and over, hoping it moves her more quickly to get ready for her ticklish fate.
"Okayhayhay," Olivia laughs, amused with Cocho's wild excitement. "Let me clean up and we'll get started."
Olivia heads inside, satisfied with her work in the garden, and takes a warm shower. She relishes in the warm water running over her naked body and the feeling of the exfoliating soap against her skin making her feel so clean and refreshed.
When she gets out of the shower, she wraps a towel around her body and uses a different one to gently dry her short brown hair.
"What do you want me to wear?" she shouts from the bathroom.
"You pick your favorite!" Cocho calls back excitedly.
Olivia chuckles and slips on some underwear to look through her dresser. She shuffles through a variety of bras, crop tops, tank tops, lingerie, a few random cosplays Cocho saw while they watched TV and wanted her to wear before, and swimsuits. Eventually, she decides on a red bikini with black accents. After putting on her bikini and accessorizing a little bit with earrings, she opens her bedroom door to find Cocho sitting on the couch in his blob form, his eyes wide with anticipation.
Olivia slowly struts her way towards Cocho, making her hips swing in an exaggerated fashion and holding her arms over her head to show off her most ticklish spots.
"How do I look?" she asks the patient Tickle Monster.
"So very ticklish," he responds, his eyes wide and his smile wider, never looking away for a second from her bikini-clad frame. "Are you ready?" Cocho asks as he reaches out with pitch black tendrils, wrapping them gently around each of Olivia's wrists and each of her ankles, holding her in her I-shape for the moment until she gives him a cute nod and wink. Cocho slowly reels her in, placing her on top of his gelatin-like body and locking her spread-eagle with his tendrils.
"Do you remember the safeword?" she mutters, her voice already heightening with anticipation.
"Pink?" Cocho reassures her.
"Yep! OK. Don't hold back!" she demands.
"Believe me, Olivia. I won't," as two hands emerge from his body, each placed strategically next to her armpits. The two hands quickly morph into feathers, dancing in the air with fluffy fronds. Cocho slowly and deliberately turns the wiggling feathers towards Olivia's perfectly exposed armpits, both bared by her bikini and completely restrained by Cocho's strong grip. Olivia eyes the feathers, already slightly squirming as the fluffy tips move closer and closer to her ticklish skin, unable to move or close her armpits as she helplessly watches the feather slowly approach. Until finally, they begin their ticklish onslaught.
Olivia wriggles and writhes in the grip of her tickler, shaking her head back and forth and squeezing her lips tightly together to hold back her laughter. Her nose scrunches and her cheeks start to blush as the feathers continue their ticklish work, slowly breaking down her defenses. Olivia's abs peek through her tummy as she flexes and squirms, pulling against her restraints, but unable to escape them. Her armpits form two small cups as she battles with her bonds, both of which are filled with Cocho's feather-like appendages that tickle, tickle, tickle away.
As Olivia's resolve begins to break, she feels a light fluttering of fingers against her bare tummy, tickling just to each side of her deep, oval-shaped belly button that's stretched ever so slightly due to her restraint. Two pitch black hands wiggle their fingers delicately over her taut and ticklish tummy, barely touching the soft skin with their fingertips. Olivia's nose scrunches even more, her determination to contain her laughter giving way to the relentless tickles of her captor. Wiggling and squirming and writhing in ticklish bliss, Olivia fights back as much as she can against her restraints, but Cocho is too strong. And Olivia is just so very ticklish.
Her resolve is almost broken when she feels two more hands join the others, these feather along her exposed ribcage, tickling each rib with light, grazing spider tickles. Olivia holds back her laughter as long as she possibly can until Cocho decides to break her.
The feathers in her armpits transform into three fingered hands and dig in, tickling her armpits with gentle but firm, rough ticklish motions.
"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Olivia finally surrenders to her ticklish torture, laughing wildly and thrashing ferociously against Cocho's soft body. She bucks her hips and pulls hard with her arms in an attempt to protect her ticklish armpits and tummy, but to no avail. Cocho holds her steadily in place, allowing her to arch her back upward slightly and buck and thrash around, but holding her in place, arms above her head, legs locked in place spread-eagle.
"NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!" Olivia screams as another hand joins the other 6, rising from Olivia's right side and moving over her tummy while holding a single feather. Cocho stills his other tickling hands and hovers the feather over Olivia's belly button, her panting causing her sexy belly to move up and down. Olivia sees the movement out of the corner of her eye and locks on to the feather that tickles the air just over her oval navel.
"Co-hocho, please… have… *huff* mercy…" Olivia begs, her eyes wide at the teasing feather that hasn't even reached her tummy yet.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" is Cocho's only reply, the feather dipping perfectly into Olivia's deep navel, feathering the walls and bottom of her ticklish innie, eliciting roars of ticklish laughter from his delightfully ticklish victim. Cocho twirls the feather 'round and 'round, tickling away at Olivia's belly button as the rest of his hands slowly continue their ticklish torture as well. Olivia's uproarious laughter booms even louder, babbling pleas and high pitched squeals escaping her lips between the thundering belly laughs. She battles with the bonds holding her down, thrashing and twisting and turning and tossing as much as she can, but Cocho holds her still, only allowing her to buck as much as he wants her to.
"We'll need to get you a biiiiiiiit more under control," Cocho threatens, Olivia's thrashing making it more difficult to tickle her navel with the feather like he wants. Two more hands emerge from Cocho's squishy body at each side of Olivia's hips. Strong fingers wrap around her hip bones and hold her gently against his formless body, keeping her from bucking as far as she could before.
"NOOOHOHOHOHO OHOHOHO GAWHAWHAWD THAT TIHIHIHICKLES!" Olivia screams before losing herself in her raucous laughter again, the feather resuming its ticklish twirling in her navel and the rest of the hands continuing to tickle her armpits and ribs. The hands that were tickling her tummy move to her sides, tickling her soft skin there with squeezing, kneading tickles. The fingers at her ribcage dance and tap all along each rib, tickling her lightly with some touches and roughly with others. The alternating tickle techniques keep Olivia completely incapable of predicting what kind of tickles she can expect from her exposed ribcage. The fingers in her armpits tickle her roughly, gently digging in to her exposed, defenseless, ticklish hollows, her armpits quickly turning bright pink from the constant stimulation.
As Cocho gets her body under control with his hands at her hips, he begins gently squeezing Olivia's hip bones, digging into the ticklish muscle there, causing Olivia to push as hard as she can against the tickling hands at her hips. They hold her still while also tickling away at her hyper sensitive, exposed skin that is afforded no protection by the skimpy bikini bottoms she's wearing. And she laughs more loudly and struggles more desperately against her bonds than before, slowly losing her mind and becoming overwhelmed with nothing but ticklishness and helplessness.
Olivia has entered tickle heaven. Ticklish tears start to form in her eyes and her face blushes bright pink from her persistent laughter. She begs and pleads for Cocho to stop, but he doesn't. He just keeps tickling, tickling, tickling as she struggles and laughs and pleads. Through all of her laughter and ticklish torment, she still withholds the safeword, relishing every stroke, every squeeze, even the feather in her navel.
Cocho shapeshifts the feather in Olivia's navel to a single finger that tickles mercilessly deep within her belly button. It swirls and digs gently at the bottom of the ticklish innie, forcing her laughter to become even louder and more strained, but also more musical and beautiful. His finger begins to quickly vibrate similar to one of those portable electric massagers, gently swirling around the walls of her navel, tickling away at her insanely ticklish spot and milking every last ounce of ticklishness it can from it.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Olivia howls with unending laughter, unable to beg or form cohesive sentences, her mind filled with tickling, tickling, tickling.
Cocho then performs what he predicts will be the final straw for Olivia's resolve to be tickled: small fingers rise from his body just behind Olivia's knees. He moves her feet towards her butt, lifting her knees up slightly so they bend just enough to fit the fingers in her knee pits. Then, he begins tickling extremely quickly and lightly across the ticklish skin there, joining the pantheon of ticklish spots being exploited mercilessly by the giant black ball of goop. Olivia's thrashing quickly peaks as she lets out an ear-piercing squeal of gleeful ticklish laughter and she arches her back as much as the tickling hands on her hips will let her, enraptured in ticklish mirth.
Two tongue-like appendages emerge from the space beneath the soles of her feet which Cocho exposes by rolling back his body around Olivia's squirming and wriggling toes. Amidst the already merciless tickling torture she's experiencing, Olivia fails to notice the movement and is simultaneously delighted and horrified to feel the sensation of a tongue licking up and down her soles, traveling all the way from the bottom to the top of each sole, dragging so slowly all across the ticklish ball of her foot, over the arch, and down to the heel only to begin the journey back up. The slow, methodical tickling slowly gives way to much more rapid, intense licklish torture of her pale soles. Her feet dance and wiggle and stretch as far as they can to escape the tickling tongues, but she can't get away. They are forever to be tickled by those devilish appendages. Along with the rest of her insanely ticklish body which writhes and squirms and laughs fiercely, begging and pleading for the tickling to stop.
Cocho finally breaks her as he places his mouth next to her ears and whispers, "Tickle, tickle, tickle, my sweet tickle toy! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…" over and over again, teasing the poor ticklish lee trapped in his relentless body which tickles her all over until she is simply a babbling, incoherent mess, lying hopelessly in his grip as he tickles and tickles and tickles.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PIIIIIIIIIIINK!" she screams, unable to take anymore ticklish torture. Cocho's hands immediately stop tickling and all of his appendages retreat within his amorphous body. He slowly lays Olivia down on the couch as her chest heaves from so much uncontrollable laughter. Her body glistens in the just-before-noon sunlight that beams through the window over the couch on her bikini-clad body. Both of her eyes are closed in exhausted bliss, lingering within the post-tickle euphoria. Cocho reverts to his typical black lab body and sits next to the couch, his tail wagging.
Olivia slowly but surely catches her breath and comes down from her ticklish high, opening her eyes to the naturally-lit room and her tormentor wagging his tail in front of her casually. Those big, bright yellow eyes and wide smile plastered across his face as usual.
She leans herself up to a sitting position on the couch, and breathes for a bit, still a bit shaken from being pushed all the way to her safeword.
"That was incredible, Cocho!" she praises him. "We should do that wayyyyy more often!"
Her excitement is quashed a little when the phone rings, an unusual occurrence in this house on a Saturday. As she leaves to answer it, Cocho remains by the couch, relishing the memories he just made tickling Olivia senseless.
"Cocho, I'm so sorry, but they're calling me in to work for some kind of emergency meeting. I'm not completely sure what happened, but I'll be back late tonight more than likely… Will you be ok?" Olivia frantically runs around the house, throwing on some smart casual clothing and fixing her wild hair and smeared makeup.
"Uh, yeah…" Cocho sighs. He was always sad when Olivia had an unexpected meeting on the weekends, but it happened so rarely that he didn't mind too much.
"OK! I'll be back late, so I'll see you tonight and we can maybe do this again?" she winks at him. Cocho's tail wags and he nods happily as she walks through the door and shuts it.
As Olivia makes her way to the office, she can't shake the feeling that she forgot something…
*Later that evening…*
Cocho lies on the couch in the living room, watching a horror movie in the dark. It's past 7 and the sun has just finished setting. Night in the country is far darker than in the city, and the outside darkness is pierced by car headlights.
*Olivia!* Cocho excitedly hops up and turns the TV off, ready to make his usual ambush, but with a little ticklish twist this time since she enjoyed their time earlier in the day so much. The headlights turn off and the car goes silent. A car door slams and the door know jiggles a bit. As the door opens, Cocho makes his move, pouncing on…
"WHAT IS THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" an unfamiliar laugh rings out around Cocho, but he's so distracted, he just continues his ticklish torture of this stranger in his home.
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