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My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2024-02-26 18:22:20 +0000 UTC"Ugh, finally… the weekend…" Olivia mutters as she steps up to the door of her quaint country home. She fumbles with her keys for a second until she finally unlocks the door, stepping in with an exhausted look on her face. The sun has begun to set, but she still has about an hour of daylight left. She turns to face her decently-sized living room. The house has plenty of windows, the natural light illuminating the entire place. She has a few pieces of furniture: a couch, an entertainment stand, a TV, a recliner, and a coffee table provide a nice little conversation area. A fireplace sits to the left of the door, but Olivia rarely gets to use it. Her job just keeps her too busy.
She tosses her keys on the coffee table and sees movement out of the corner of her eye. She is tackled hard by something about the size of a labrador retriever. She uses the door to catch herself as Cocho holds her against it, giving her a big hug.
"YOU'RE FINALLY HOME!" Cocho yells excitedly.
"Yes. I am. Could you please not scream in my ear like that?" Olivia remarks, partially teasing but also unable to handle Cocho's enthusiasm this soon after getting home. "It was a long day at work…" Olivia trails off as she removes her black flats and places them next to the door.
"I'm sorry," Cocho apologized. "Hey, Olivia, since you're home, could we?..." Cocho trails off, not finishing the sentence. But Olivia already knows what his question is.
"Let's wait until a bit later, OK? Right now, I kinda just want to sink into the couch."
"OK!" Cocho excitedly dashes over to the couch, hopping on it and curling up like a dog.
I guess that's the thing he most resembles in his normal form. When he's walking around the house, he takes the form of a small black lab, but there are some noticeable differences.
First, his coat is jet black. And it's not really a fur coat, but more like skin? But it feels super smooth and doesn't have any wrinkles at all. Almost like a frog without the slime.
Second, he has large green eyes that glow. It isn't as noticeable in the daylight, but at night they look like glowsticks behind dark, vertical oval pupils.
Third, when he's happy, he smiles a wide, bright white smile. It's much more noticeable than the usual "this dog smiles" kinda thing you see on social media. But it's also less uncanny than it probably sounds.
However, Cocho could shape-shift into anything, so Olivia has seen him in countless forms. But some things were always the same: his skin, his eyes, and his smile. She could always count on his shadow-like appearance, glowing eyes, and wide smile no matter what form he's taken.
Olivia walks over to the kitchen and quickly heats up a cup of water to make some tea. As it steeps, she glides into her bedroom, grabbing her Kindle from her nightstand and bringing it back into the kitchen, browsing her library for a book to read for the evening. Cocho sits patiently on the couch, watching her every move.
Once Olivia's tea finishes steeping, she dumps the tea bag in the trash can and joins Cocho on the couch, staring intently at the book she just started. After she's settled down on the couch, Cocho snuggles up next to her, placing his head on her lap and closing his eyes for a quick nap.
The sun slowly fades out of view and the room starts to go dark. As it does, Olivia asks Cocho to turn on the light and he obliges. As soon as he gets back to the couch, he reclaims his position snuggled against Olivia. Cocho looks up at her with his head still in her lap and decides to make a desperate move: he reaches his tail up to her underarm and very gently, but quickly, wiggles it against her.
"Hehehe, Cochohoho," Olivia giggles quietly, not really tickled to the point of needing to struggle, but still enough to elicit some light laughter. "OK ohohokay!" Olivia concedes through her soft chuckling.
Cocho removes his tail from her armpit and excitedly bolts up with a smile.
"How do you want me?" Olivia asks with a smile and a sigh.
"Ummm… I hadn't thought about that yet," Cocho responds. "I've been so busy thinking about tickling you that I haven't thought about how yet."
"OK, well, what should I wear?" Olivia asks. She takes the tone of a teacher guiding a student towards the answer.
"Hmm…" Cocho thinks hard about the question.
"How about we start with the most basic question? Where do you want to tickle me?"
"Your armpits!"
"OK, well, that probably means you'll want me in something that exposes my armpits, right?" Olivia suggests. "Maybe a tanktop? Or one of my sleeveless crop tops?"
"Or maybe your bikini?..." Cocho asks sheepishly.
"Now why should I wear that if you only want to tickle my underarms?" Olivia asks teasingly, giving Cocho a side-eye that he can't help but feel embarrassed under.
"You know how I am, Olivia," Cocho coyly answers. "I'll get carried away and want to tickle your whole upper body, probably…"
"Hmm… and what kind of tickling do you think you're gonna use this time? Maybe some feathers? Or are you going to go full on tickle machine on me?"
"Oh, I was thinking more like octopus this time!" Cocho answers excitedly.
"Wha- where did you hear about those?" Olivia blurts out. "And how do you know if they tickle?"
"I was watching a little TV while you were at work. And well, with all those arms, it'd be hard NOT to tickle! Plus, it fits the beach theme if you're in your bikini!" Cocho offers with his wide smile.
Olivia giggles adorably. "OK, OK, you've convinced me." Cocho begins dancing around excitedly and celebrating. "Let me see if I can find it."
Olivia wanders back into her bedroom closet, knowing exactly where her bikini was. In fact, she had several. Her past life as a model in college required the ability to show off plenty of skin, and it turns out that swimsuit models end up with plenty of swimsuits. Although, that didn't do much for her now that she was out in the middle of the woods as an administrative assistant. That is, until Cocho showed up. He made sure those bikinis were worn as often as he could convince her. And, to be honest, she liked the way she looked in them. Her gorgeous hourglass figure wasn't able to shine in the office like it could in a small two-piece.
Olivia emerges from her closet in a halter top bikini with low riding bottoms. The dark brown material contrasts nicely to her paler skin. She wasn't paper white by any means. Her time in the garden made sure of that. But to say she was as tan as she dreamed of being would definitely be far from the truth.
Olivia presents herself to Cocho with a bit of flair, tossing herself into the doorway and raising both arms in the air.
"TAH-DAH!" Olivia teases. "One tickle victim for a Mr. Cocho coming right up!"
She shuffles over to the couch where Cocho sits and lies down, arms dangling over her head across the arm of the couch. Her feet kick against the other arm of the couch as Cocho eyes his beautiful victim, imagining all of the sensitive spots he could explore for however long he wanted to (or as long as she could stand it).
"Alright, are you ready?" Cocho inquires. Olivia closes her eyes tight and nods her head with a big smile. She pretended like being tickled was a chore, but in reality, she loved it. She might have loved being tickled more than Cocho loved tickling. But it was fun to tease him. And she secretly hoped he would retaliate with even more intense tickle sessions.
Olivia's eyes are still closed as she feels a long, soft limb wrap around her wrists which are still dangling over the couch arm. She's suddenly lifted and held by her wrists up in the air. The shock of being launched into the air causes Olivia to panic, opening her eyes to the sight of Cocho as a black octopus, one tentacle wrapped around both of her wrists and holding her in the air a couple inches from the ground. His big green eyes and wide smile are still there, staring right back at Olivia.
She hears that familiar teasing, childlike voice start up. "Tickle, tickle, tickle, Olivia!"
And with that, tickle time begins! Two tentacles rise quickly to Olivia's exposed and now vulnerable armpits, wiggling away in her smooth ticklish hollows. Olivia's face contorts with ticklish agony as Cocho starts his tickling a bit more intensely this time than he normally does. But Olivia does a good job of holding back her laughter, although her squirming betrays her ticklishness to the massive blob of a monster that sits beneath her. The tickling tentacles tickle faster and more intentionally, no longer just dancing around her lovely pits, but now prodding, searching for their weakest spot.
"OK, how about this then?" Cocho threatens. "Tickle tickle!"
Cocho's tentacles suddenly sprout hands, gently tickling all over Olivia's exposed underarms.
"AHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Olivia howls with ticklish laughter. Cocho's relentless fingers tickle her bare armpits with a gentle but firm technique. Every stroke of his smooth fingers feels like ticklish electricity throughout her whole body, making her laugh from deep in her belly. Her struggling ramps up, her arms tugging at the tentacle that still suspends her in the air. She kicks her legs hard, nearly hitting Cocho, but his quick reflexes catch the legs swinging toward him, wrapping them up in his tentacles and restraining Olivia in an "I" position, his tickling fingers never ceasing their merciless ministrations.
Olivia's laughter escalates, her ticklish armpits at the complete and total mercy of her pet Tickle Monster.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle-" Cocho begins his ceaseless teasing, constantly repeating the word as he continues to tickle her vulnerable armpits.
Cocho's tactics change yet again. He begins to tickle up in Olivia's armpits, tickling vigorously along her smooth hollows. Then, he slowly moves his tickling fingers down Olivia's sides, over her ribs, along that soft spot between her ribs and hip bones, then resting on her hips for a bit. Her bikini bottoms allow Cocho's nonstop tickling fingers to tickle her hips deeply, urging a continuous ticklish uproar from Olivia's gorgeous body. His tickling hands then begin their journey back up her sides, tickling along her hips, then sides, then ribs, then back into her sensitive underarms.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle-"
As Olivia's eyes begin to well with ticklish tears, Cocho begins the next phase of his tickling. Two more tentacles with hands on the ends emerge from the blob of an octopus-shaped Tickle Monster and reach Olivia's sides, tickling along the soft muscle between her ribs and hip bones with a gentle but strong grip. They tickle and tickle and tickle away at her slender, soft sides.
Olivia is completely immobilized, her arms held high over her head and her ankles held in place beneath her. The tickling hands on her body are completely unimpeded, tickling her bare sides and exposed armpits with an intensity that she can only imagine greatly surpasses the capability of a human. The skill, swiftness, and strength with which Cocho tickles is unimaginable. And yet even with his immense strength, he is gentle enough to tickle his beautiful victim without any pain or discomfort. It is pure ticklish torment. And Olivia loves every second of it.
"OHOHOHOHO GAWHAHAHAHAHOD STOHAHAHAHAHOP COCHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Olivia pleas through her ticklish racket, laughter interrupting every syllable. Tears stream down her face and her lovely features are pink from constant laughter.
Cocho slows his tickling and his tentacles retreat. Olivia is left panting in his grasp.
"Wait… *huff* *huff* why did you *huff* stop?" Olivia inquires with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Because you asked me to?..." Cocho replies, genuinely confused.
"But I… *huff* was having fun…" Olivia remarks to Cocho's surprise.
"But you told me to stop?"
"Because that tickled like hell! But it was also so fun… it's hard not to beg you to stop when it tickles so much, but I don't really want you to stop…" Olivia ponders the answer to her dilemma. She loves being tickled by Cocho, especially when she isn't sure if he'll ever stop, but she can't help but beg for mercy. It tickles!
"I don't really get it, but how do I know when you actually DO want me to stop?" Cocho asks.
"I'm not totally sure… We could check online?" Olivia suggests, having finally caught her breath. She's still suspended in the air, her body glistening a bit in the light of the lamp in her living room. Her sides and armpits have literally been tickled pink. "But first, you're going to have to let me down, Cocho." Olivia suggests from her suspended position.
"Oh yeah," Cocho lowers her so her feet touch the ground and she goes to her room to get her phone.
She throws herself stomach-down on the bed in her room, scrolling through the internet searching for a solution to their problem. Cocho follows behind her, walking into her room and hopping up on the bed next to her. He's tempted to tickle her still bikini-clad body, but contains himself until they figure out what to do.
"So, it says here that you can use something called a 'safeword' that signals you actually need the tickler to stop tickling. That way, you can laugh and beg in all the ways that feel natural, but you have a word that really means 'stop,'" Olvia explains to a curious Cocho.
"OK, so we need to choose a word you won't shout while being tickled, but I guess it should be easy to say because you have a hard time talking most of the time when I tickle you."
Olivia hops up from the bed and visits the mirror on her vanity dresser, eyeing her pink sides and raising her arms to admire her beautiful armpits. She does look really good in this bikini.
"How about 'pink'?" Olivia suggests, looking at her thoroughly tickled body.
"That works for me!" Cocho agrees. "So, can we tickle some more?"
"It's getting kinda late now, buddy," Olivia counters. "But maybe tomorrow?"
"'Maybe' tomorrow?" Cocho asks with his ears down, looking a bit despondent.
"OK, definitely tomorrow," Olivia giggles. "In fact, I'll let you tickle me any way you want as long as you want. We have a safeword now, after all!" Olivia is actually really excited about the safeword concept. Cocho is so polite that he can't help but stop whenever Olivia asks him to, but Olivia doesn't always want him to stop. It just tickles so much that she can't help it once he gets his tickling paws on her! Now, she'll be able to beg and plead as much as she wants and still have a way to get him to stop if she really does need it.
Olivia begins her nighttime routine, changing out of her bikini and into a soft crop top and panties. She quickly slips under the covers and Cocho curls up next to her on top of the covers.
"Good night, Olivia," Cocho mumbles sleepily.
"Good night, Tickle Monster," Olivia lovingly answers.
