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Nothing really important, but I was spending the night at a friend's house, her aunts cousins cam cover, three little girls, well, my friend, she started tickling my neck, the girls noticed and started to tickle me, of course, my friend joined in

A few weeks after that, I was in a discord call with my friend, she told him what happened and I fucking DIED

I was so embarrassed and flustered. the worst part was that he started teasing, "Aw, you like tickles?", "You want to be tickled?"

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Pride comes before a fall

Summary: Lucifer is the most powerful being in hell and as such he fears no consequences for his behavior. No matter who he messes with, in his opinion, no one has the courage to fight back. Driven by his pride, he even messes with the most powerful demons in hell, because he knows that none of them would dare even try to rebel against him. Well, all except one demon and this demon is fed up with all the teasing towards him and this demon shows him today that even the King of Hell has to face consequences for his behavior…

Warnings: A lot of tickling in this one, because this is a tickle story. Don't like? Don't read! The tickling scratches sadistic territory, but I personally think I still held back a lot. Everything is strictly sfw! If you look for dirty stuff, look elsewhere! I tried to stay in character, but as alwas: OOC warning, just in case I messed up a bit ;).

Word count: Over 5600

Authors note: Oh my, it's been literally MONTHS since my last upload. I am sorry for that. These last three months were literal hell to me. I don't want to talk about it, but it was super stressfull for me and it still is, but not as heavy as weeks ago fortunately. Well, I try to get more active here, but can't make any promises. This is the fic that won my poll. Hope you guys will enjoy it. I've never written anything Voodoo related and hopefully I didn't mess up (I wanna go to New Orleans so bad but it's sooooo expensive *sighs*).

Hope the translation is okay too. I translated this from german into english and boy, it was a pain in the a** to translate this time.

BTW this is an own story and has nothing to do with my little t-word series with Alastor and Lucifer. Just saying :).

Oh and for the anon who send me this:

Have some lee!lucifer haha

I myself had lots of fun with writing this.

Feedback is much appreciated as always.

And now have fun reading, guys (Fic under the cut)

Pride comes before a fall

Alastor had had enough.

Really more than enough!

Ever since the King of Hell himself had moved into the Hazbin Hotel, his life had been turned upside down. And not necessarily in the most positive sense. Oh no...

Whenever Lucifer met him, the teasing started and as annoying as it was, Alastor had to admit that he wasn't entirely innocent himself, because he also dished out a lot when it came to teasing and making fun of the short King.

Why?

Because he enjoyed messing with Lucifer, who always responded so deliciously to his jibes; specially the ones about his height. Oh yes. When Alastor only briefly hinted at how short he was compared to himself or the other residents of the hotel, the King would go off like a bomb. And the deer demon was always highly amused by such a strong reaction, because this was exactly the entertainment he had been looking for in this hotel.

However, he had been so busy in the last few days that he hadn't had any time to mess with him and Lucifer had used this to his advantage, taking the opportunity to turn the tables and bombard him with jibes and dirty jokes, almost driving him mad.

It had become particularly bad when the fallen angel had caught him working on a clogged toilet in the morning.

"Hey Bambi, when my toilet is clogged, you can take care of it too, wearing the right clothes, of course. Everything should be done properly after all and that means fitting clothes too. I am sure you look really hot in an apron. And only in that and nothing else. We also want to make sure that everyone can see your cute fluffy tail when you clean my toilet~."

The words still echoed in his head and thinking about them made his blood boil and the blush rise to his face, as images crept into his mind that he had never wanted to see and caused him to grit his teeth and growl softly, as the beast stirred inside him and yanked at the chains Alastor held it bound with, for he had promised Charlie to not let it lose inside the hotel.

Ohhh, but how he wanted to kick that arrogant angel's ass!

But he had promised Charlie he wouldn't hurt her father. Not that he could have done so, because Lucifer was so much more powerful than he would ever be, even if the King didn't look like that at first glance. But everyone in hell knew what the fallen angel hid behind his cheerful and slightly over-excited mask and that was ultimately what earned him the respect that everyone down here in this world of fire and brimstone paid him.

But Alastor could also dish it out quite a lot himself when he became really angry. But deep down, the deer demon knew that he would never have the slightest chance if it ever came to a serious fight between him and the King of Hell.

After all, he was only a mortal soul.

A mortal soul, who nevertheless had a few tricks up his sleeve that Lucifer knew nothing about, because he was too arrogant to show interest in other demons but himself and that was exactly what Alastor now wanted to take advantage of.

The arrogance of this angel would be his downfall!

Just as it had been in heaven, it would be his downfall here in hell too; he would make sure about that!

He had already prepared everything he needed and was taking care of the final details right now.

Grinning, he sat on his bed in his hotel room, cross-legged, and worked on the last few details of his project. He carefully guided the needle and thread through the fabric he was working on, taking care to be thorough, because in his eyes this had to be perfect.

And it would be, because he was a perfectionist when it came to that.

He had been one when he was still alive and he was still one now that he was dead. And ohhh, how wonderful it felt to be able to devote himself to one of his most favorite hobbies again after such a long time…

He had learned a lot during his lifetime about what he was up to now and perhaps it was precisely this hobby that had ultimately sent him to hell. But he didn't care. He loved life down here because he could have so much fun, didn't have to stick to any stupid rules and could do whatever he wanted.

And he would have fun again today.

Oh yes, and how he would have fun...

His grin widened, taking on sadistic traits, as he finished the last pinpricks and then looked proudly at his now finished work.

Even though he hadn't done this for a very long time, he hadn't lost his sensitivity for this hobby even in death. On the contrary: Since he had been living down here, he had become much better at it. He had already had enough guinea pigs over the years to test his abilities with this hobby of his.

Ohhh, how much he had enjoyed the agonizing screams...

And today would be a lot of fun again; he would make sure about that.

His grin widened, taking on sinister features and a malicious laugh crept from the depths of his throat, bearing witness to the anticipation that flared up inside him.

This insolent and arrogant angel wouldn't even know what was about to hit him...

Lucifer was unaware of the Radio Demon’s sadistic thoughts, nor did he have any idea of the sinister plans he was plotting behind his back.

The King of Hell was busy preparing everything in the kitchen for another round of pancakes and his daughter, Charlie, kept him company and helped him a little. 

Lucifer wanted to make the most of the day, as almost everyone else had flown out today. Alastor was also nowhere to be seen and so he finally had the chance to spend some father and daughter time with Charlie. Something he hadn't done for a very long time and he felt that there was a lot he had to catch up on and so he would make the most of the day and of course a peaceful father/daughter day couldn't happen without his famous pancakes. So he and Charlie had gone into the hotel kitchen and were getting everything ready.

Lucifer had already finished a large bowl of batter and it was now in the fridge for the rest of the hotel residents to throw a round of pancakes later (and he would mix a little surprise into Alastor's portion when the time came. He hoped this egocentric stag liked the taste of Carolina Reaper flakes in his pancake).

The smaller bowl, he was filling right now, was just for him and Charlie.

"It's nice that you and I can spend time together again after all these years," Lucifer finally broke the silence between them and he gave Charlie a wide and happy smile as he turned his head enough to look over his shoulder and at his daughter.

Charlie smiled too as she watched him pour a portion of batter into a pan and waited for his first pancake to turn a nice shade of golden brown.

"Yes, I think it's nice too. Also that you moved into the hotel. That will do you good."

Lucifer grinned when he heard that.

"Of course, little apple. But not everyone seems to like the fact that I'm living here now though, but as long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

Charlie couldn't help but roll her eyes when she heard that, knowing exactly what, or rather who, her father was referring to again.

"You know, Dad, if you didn't tease Alastor all the time, you two would get along much better. Why don't you finally bury the hatchet and try to get along? That would really make life here in the hotel easier with the two of you under one roof. Not just for me, but for everyone else too."

The fallen angel laughed loudly and sarcastically at her words.

"Me and Alastor? Getting along? Char, Char, you know that's impossible. That stag is far too stubborn for that."

The young demoness raised an eyebrow questioningly when she heard that.

"Oh? And you're not stubborn?" she retorted, her voice sounding almost accusatory, which of course didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer.

"I never said that," he replied in a calm voice.

Charlie ran both hands over her face, as her father grinned broadly at her once more, before turning back to his pancake and swirling the pan carefully to prevent it from burning.

"I'm really not asking for much, Dad. I'm just asking that you at least try not to provoke Alastor all the time."

"Oh, come on. I didn't provoke him today."

"Yeah, because no one's seen him today."

"Well, that's not quite true. I saw him this morning, taking care of the clogged toilet."

Charlie raised an eyebrow as he said that.

"I can imagine how that ended," she mumbled.

Lucifer laughed.

"I just told him that he could come to me if my toilet was clogged too, that's all."

"That’s all? Are you really sure about that, Dad?"

The Seraph didn't answer, keeping his back turned to her and when Charlie looked closer, she saw his shoulders twitch, as he laughed softly.

"Dad!"

"Okay, okay, there was a bit more. Maybe I told him to put on matching clothes when he unclogged my toilet," the King said with a wide grin on his face that stretched from ear to ear as he turned back to his daughter, who could only shake her head in response.

"You're impossible and you know that. You and Angel...you two have really made it your business to drive poor Alastor mad, haven't you?"

"Poor Alastor? My little apple, Alastor is anything but poor. He dishes out a fair bit too. He gave Angel a few good nightmares the other day when he nearly let the Radio Demon loose."

"I wonder why that escalated so quickly?" Charlie asked with a grumble and Lucifer grinned knowingly and chuckled slightly maliciously.

"It's not our problem when good old Al can't take a joke and doesn’t understand some fun."

"I don't think your sex jokes necessarily count as 'fun'."

"Hmm...but a certain kind of fun for sure..."

"DAD!"

"Okay, okay I'll stop," the fallen angel laughed, absentmindedly scratching the back of his hand before turning his attention back to the pancake.

"It would be nice if you would at least leave Alastor alone with the dirty jokes and innuendos. I've already told Angel that as well. You two know exactly how uncomfortable that makes him feel like."

"He hasn't complained yet, so I am pretty sure he's secretly into it. Who knows what he does behind closed doors, Char, Char. Or right now? I haven't seen him since this morning. Who knows what he's up to right now? Maybe he's playing with himself, who knows?"

Another eye roll from Charlie, followed by a long, loud sigh.

"Dad, you and Angel...you two are just impossible."

"Oh come on, little duckling. A little fun never hurt anyone. It's about time we pull the stick out of Al's ass. It's not 1920 anymore. It's time for him to adapt to modern times and...and..."

Lucifer suddenly faltered and Charlie looked at him questioningly, as he went silent and his fingers suddenly tightened around the handle of the spatula he was holding.

"Dad? Are you all right?" the young demoness asked, as her father suddenly went completely still and stood petrified in front of the hob, not moving an inch. His muscles were tense and he stood there as stiff as a stick, his back turned to her as he was about to flip his pancake. But he stopped in mid-motion.

Why?

Charlie didn't know.

She didn't know that Lucifer had to pull himself together to keep from collapsing with laughter here in the kitchen and then in front of his own daughter.

And why?

Because he suddenly felt a strange sensation…

It had started with an itch on his hand. As if a feather was brushing delicately against his skin. But no matter how many times he had scratched his hand while talking to his daughter, the itch wouldn't go away. To his horror, the feeling had started to move. Slowly, very slowly, from his hand up his arm and to his shoulder. Now it had reached his neck and it was no longer an itch that he felt, but a full-blown tickling sensation.

A tickling sensation that just wouldn't go away and seemed to have a mind of its own, as crazy as that might sound. But nothing was normal down here in hell anyway.

The tickling sensation had eventually traveled from his neck to his back and when Lucifer felt it below his shoulder blades, where his wings normally met his back, he had immediately stiffened and had been biting his bottom lip ever since to hold back any embarrassing noises, because that spot was one of his most ticklish spots and no matter what was responsible for this strange tickling sensation on his back, it wouldn't stop. On the contrary, it became stronger and stronger, feeling as if a huge feather was gliding over his back again and again. Goosebumps now covered his entire body and he shuddered visibly.

"What the...? Dad? Dad! What's wrong with you?"

He heard Charlie's worried voice coming through to him from far away, but he couldn't answer her, because he didn't know what was wrong with him. The tickling sensation was now so strong that he started to flinch and almost flung the pan off the hob, but Charlie was quickly at his side, put the pan on one of the cold hobs, so that the pancake wouldn't burn and then she tried to help her father. Even if she didn't know what was wrong with him or how to help him and the corners of her own mouth twitched upwards when Lucifer suddenly burst out laughing and wrapped his arms around his stomach.

The King of Hell stumbled and rumbled through the kitchen, pulling something off the kitchen counter here and there and dropping the spatula to the floor and following it only seconds later and now he was lying there, on the kitchen floor, arms wrapped around his torso and legs kicking in the air, laughing his angelic soul out and Charlie didn't even know why.

"Dad, what the hell is wrong with you all of a sudden? What's so funny?"

The literal fallen angel could barely answer her and when he tried, all that came out of him was squealing laughter and he squirmed back and forth on the floor like a worm, pressed his arms tightly against his body and was laughing and laughing and laughing until his eyes were watering within seconds.

"Chahaharlie, please...HELP ME!!!" he squeezed out through his fits of laughter and he turned onto his side, keeping one arm wrapped around his stomach and pounding the ground like a maniac with the fist of his other hand, roaring with laughter, as he pulled his legs tight against his body as if to protect himself from something.

He was only peripherally aware of his daughter and how she knelt by his side and put her hand on his shoulder, which only made him squeal louder and at that moment the devil no longer looked as devilish as he pretended to be on some days.

His cheeks were golden as the blood rushed to his face. Partly out of shame and partly because he was laughing like a maniac. Cute dimples danced on his face, crow's feet were visible in the corners of his tightly squeezed shut eyes and the sound of his laughter was so loud that it not only filled the whole kitchen but almost certainly went beyond it and Charlie was glad that everyone else had flown out today and wouldn't see him like this. She didn't even want to imagine the uproar that would break out when the residents of the Hazbin Hotel found out that the King of Hell was ticklish, because that's what this looked like to her right now. And her father was very ticklish, if she was allowed to say so. No, no. Informations like these would better be kept hidden from all the other inhabitants of hell.

Especially from those who wore antlers on their heads...

"I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong with you, Dad. Talk to me!" it came from Charlie's lips, amused and yet with a hint of desperation, as she knelt next to her father, not knowing what to do while he laughed himself silly.

"I-it tickles, Chahahahahaharlie...hahahaha...it tihihihihickles so muuhuhuhuch! Mahahahake it stohohohohop!!!" the King of Hell pleaded between bouts of laughter, confirming her suspicions, before burying his face in his free arm and laughing into the crook of it while his other arm wrapped even tighter around his stomach and his fingers clawed into the fabric of the cooking apron he was wearing.

The tickling sensation had now moved from his shoulder blades to his stomach and was lingering there. It felt like a big, fluffy feather stroking up and down, making his stomach muscles spasm and him squeal. One of his legs kicked out, catching a chair that clattered to the floor, but neither he nor his daughter paid any attention to it. 

"It tickles? What tickles? Dad, there's nothing tickling you."

"B-but I can feel it...ahahahaha...Chahahaharlie pleahahahase! Hehehehelp me!"

"I can't do anything. I really can't. Wait. Take your arm away and let me see."

Another loud squeal came from Lucifer's throat, as Charlie pushed his arm slightly off his stomach and lifted his apron and then his shirt, but as expected, she saw nothing to give her father cause for this spontaneous outburst of mirth.

He got more and more lost in his laughing fit and arched his back, as he rolled back over and his hand reached into the armpit of his other arm, as if he was trying to get something out of there. But Charlie couldn't see anything. She could only watch, as her father writhed and contorted on the kitchen floor, his arms pressed desperately against his body, as he rammed his hooves firmly into the floor, even lifting his hips off the ground for a moment; so desperate he seemed to be by now.

"I'm so sorry, Dad, but I can't help you," the princess's said and as confused as she was, she had to hold a hand over her mouth to stop herself from giggling as she looked at her father and how he couldn't stop himself from laughing anymore.

The sound of his laughter was loud, resounding, getting higher by the second and was more and more often interrupted by a sweet squeak, as he got totally lost into his ticklish agony. And yet it sounded so funny, so contagious, that Charlie could hardly contain herself. 

"Ch-Chahahahahaharlie, pleahahahahahase! Hehehehelp mehehehehe!" Lucifer begged again and he turned back onto his stomach and started crawling around the kitchen floor, laughing, until he almost ended up under the kitchen table. He kicked his legs so hard that he knocked over another chair, but he didn't even seem to realize it. No, he could only concentrate on this strong tickling sensation that was maltreating his body, lingering in the back of his knees right now and slowly, agonizingly slowly, moving further down...

"Ahh! No! Not there! Not my hooves! Please dohohohohon't! Chahahaharlie help!!! Please! Make it stohohohohop! Oh PLEASE HEEEEEELP!!!"

He kicked his legs wildly, trying to get the tickling sensation out of his hooves that was currently lingering there, causing more tears of laughter to appear in his eyes. It felt as if a feather was now stroking the underside of his hooves. Up and down and up and down and then it felt like the cheeky feather would move between his two toes as well, making him snort loudly, before he exploded with high-pitched squeaky laughter and shrieked through the whole kitchen...and most likely through the rest of the hotel as well.

"By my father! No please! Stohohohohohop it! That's nohohohohot fahahahahahair!"

The tickling sensation moved on again, now stroking along the back of his legs, lingering in the back of his knees again for a few seconds until it moved on, reaching his side and desperately, the fallen angel clawed his fingers into the fabric of his apron and the shirt underneath, as the sensation lingered on his ribs for a few agonizing moments, before sliding back into his armpit and making him roar with laughter.

"Charlie! Charlie, please! Ahh! No, no, no! Pleahahahahase! Make it stop! Please! It tickles! It tihihhihihickles so much! Please, I can't stahahahahand it! Ahh! Nohohoho! Too much! Too much! Too muhuhuhuhuch!!"

The young princess could no longer hide her amused giggles from him. The whole situation was so absurd and so funny at the same time, that she couldn't help but join in her father's infectious laughter, even though she still didn't know what was wrong with him or where this spontaneous and seemingly invisible tickle attack had come from so suddenly.

And even if she felt sorry for him at the moment, knowing how terribly ticklish he was, it was still nice to finally see and hear him laughing again, even if she knew that he didn’t like this situation as much as she was. Charlie knew about his depression and even here, in her hotel, he would have small episodes from time to time and then lock himself into his room and hide from everyone else to deal with it himself. One of these episodes was not so long ago and she still remembered how terrible he had been feeling during those days, how sad he had been, like a shadow of the cheerful angel he so often pretended to be to make sure no one could see the sadness he was hiding behind his mask...

The sight of him lying there and laughing his soul out was all the more beautiful for her now. Even if she still didn't know why he was doing that. Something seemed to be tickling him terribly, but no matter how hard she tried to find something that could be responsible for this spontaneous tickle attack, she just didn't see anything. It remained a mystery as to what was happening here.

One way or another, unpredictable and completely crazy things happened in hell, but even she had never experienced anything like this. It was as if an invisible force was tickling him into sheer madness, the way he was laughing and how tears were already welling up in his eyes. And yes, she felt sorry for him at that moment when she saw him writhing on the floor, begging for mercy and yet getting none. She would have loved to help him out of this ticklish predicament, but she simply couldn't. Her hands were tied and there was no way for her to help him.

So there was only one thing to do: wait and hope that it would stop on its own...

What Charlie didn't know was the fact that a certain shadow behind her was watching the whole scene and neither she nor Lucifer noticed it.

A shadow, with antlers on its head and a wide and evil grin on its face...

Further up, in one of the many rooms of the Hazbin Hotel, a certain deer demon was still sitting on his bed, grinning wider than ever and for a change, this grin was not fake, but real. Even if it was a little malicious, even sadistic, in nature.

In his hand he held a voodoo doll that resembled an angel with six wings, inside of which he had woven one of Lucifer's feathers into to make the spell work. In his other hand he held another of Lucifer's feathers. This one was far larger than the downy feather he had woven into the Voodoo doll and he currently stroked it under the doll's arm. Slowly up and down and up and down, grinning so widely that it almost split his face in half as he could see and even hear the results of his Voodoo spell through the eyes and ears of his shadow.

And damn it, he liked what he saw and what he heard and he was sure to make Baron Samedi himself proud, as he had just brought the King of Hell himself to his knees! And damn, this feeling of pure power, that was flowing through him now, was more intoxicating than all the drugs on earth put together!

Day in and day out, this angel made fun of him, mocked him, called him disrespectful nicknames, bombarded him with dirty jokes and innuendos and laughed at him.

Well, today Alastor had decided to give him a reason to laugh.

He had been planning this kind of revenge for a long time, but one thing had been missing: something personal from Lucifer, because that was the only way the spell could work. He had to weave something into the doll that belonged to the King of Hell and a few days ago he had finally gotten his chance when he had found some of the king's feathers. Apparently, angels also lost their feathers every now and then and changed them like birds did on earth, and Lucifer had probably done so these days. Some of his feathers had been found here and there, because proud as he was, he liked to show off his wings and flaunt them in his never-ending arrogance.

Well, his pride and arrogance had been his downfall today, for Alastor had been waiting for such an opportunity and had picked up the feathers he had found in the corridors and in the lobby of the hotel when no one was watching him. Not all of them, but enough for his personal collection, because who knew what other spells angel feathers could be used for?

They came in handy for his Voodoo spell, because thanks to the small downy feather inside the doll, he had managed to bind Lucifer to the doll. No matter what he did to the doll, the fallen angel could feel it.

He grimaced in disgust as he briefly thought about how Angel Dust would react to this knowledge and quickly banished the thought to the back of his mind, preferring to concentrate on his diabolical work instead, which consisted of making the devil himself howl with laughter and teaching him the respect that Alastor missed too much in his presence.

And it worked damn well, because apparently the devil couldn't stand his own medicine at all. He just burst out into loud, crazy laughter as Alastor brushed the feather over one of the doll's wings. A diabolical grin played around his lips as he watched Lucifer tear apart half the kitchen in his fit of laughter, his six wings manifesting themselves and flapping wildly up and down as he tickled the doll’s wing mercilessly, switching back and forth between all six wings to make sure every one of them got its fair share of tickles.

“My, my, someone’s got very ticklish wings it seems. Good to know…” he mumbled to himself, as he kept the feather going, chuckling himself at the results he could see and hear.

Alastor had already become acquainted with Lucifer’s feathers and he knew how ticklish they were, as it was not uncommon for the fallen angel to tease him with them when the opportunity arose. If he dared to fall asleep on one of the sofas in the lobby, feathers would soon be teasingly brushing the underside of his hooves whenever Lucifer walked past him. The angel always gave him a broad, amused grin when Alastor startled out of his half-sleep as if bitten by a hellhound and almost fell off the sofa.

He quickly banished the embarrassing noises that came from his throat to the back of his mind, as he thought back to this humiliating situation that happened not too long ago.

Or whenever Lucifer caught him trying to get something from the upper shelves and stretched his arms wide over his head, there were soon cheeky claws that quickly and skillfully wiggled deep into his armpits, almost causing him to crawl out of his fur and the last time this happened, the goddamn bookshelf had almost crashed on top of him, because he had reflexively tried to hold on to it, as he had lost his balance. Lucifer had, of course, fled quickly, laughing loudly, when he had already seen Alastor's antlers begin to grow and an inhuman-sounding growl had emerged from the depths of his throat, while glowing red eyes, filled with rage, had looked after him, in which the radio dials had already been spinning dangerously.

This angel took far too much liberty in his presence, acted as if he was untouchable, provoked him wherever he could and mocked him. It was high time to show him that even the devil himself was not immune to consequences for his behavior!

And that it was better for his well-being not to mess with the dreaded Radio Demon everyone in hell feared for a good reason!

And today was finally the day!

Now he could not only take revenge on Lucifer for all the mean comments he kept throwing at him, but he could also give him a taste of his own medicine by maltreating him with one of his own feathers and, as he could see through the eyes of his shadow, it worked really well, because the devil was roaring with laughter in the kitchen, letting out a few very nasty curse words from his throat and writhing like a fish out of water on the kitchen floor, with his arms wrapped tightly around his belly, when Alastor let the feather brush over the doll's belly again and kicked his legs desperately into the air.

Ohhh and how he begged his daughter to help him...it was like pure music to his ears and a feast for his eyes.

"Heh, I hope you like to laugh a lot, Your Highness, because this is just the beginning," Alastor murmured softly to himself, his grin about to split his face in two. Radio dials were now spinning in his eyes and he let his antlers grow, as he turned the feather around and now ran the quill end over the doll's belly, enjoying the reaction he got in response, which consisted of a loud scream that was soon followed by crazy laughter and even Charlie couldn't contain herself anymore, seeing her now laughing along with her father and at the same time dodging the wildly flapping wings that were also tearing the rest of the kitchen apart.

Oh yes. It was Lucifer's pride that had brought him to his knees again today.

His pride had been responsible for his fall from heaven and apparently this arrogant angel hadn't learned his lesson at all, because what was that saying?

Pride comes before a fall.

And Lucifer's fall was deep...

The Radio Demon chuckled maliciously as this train of thoughts flashed through his mind and he now brought the quill to the angel's ribs, scratching over them in a rhythm that drove Lucifer up the wall and making him screech in ticklish agony.

"Ohhh, how I enjoy your screams, Your Majesty. Let this be a lesson to you not to mess with me!" Alastor growled at the puppet, even though he knew Lucifer couldn't hear him and maybe it was better that way, because he didn't want the devil to find out that he was behind the whole thing. Lucifer didn't even know that he knew that much about Voodoo magic in the first place.

And that would be his downfall today!

During his lifetime, Alastor had learned a lot about Voodoo magic when he had lived in New Orleans and sold his soul to demons there to ultimately become a Voodoo Master himself and down here, in hell, this magic always came to his aid, turning him into the Overlord that everyone feared and who had earned his name down here with his cruel deeds and his even crueler radio shows. And it was not uncommon for him to make use of his knowledge of Voodoo magic down here in hell and use it to cruelly torment one demon after another.

Be it to teach a lesson or just for fun.

The main thing was that it ended in agonizing screams...

Admittedly, he had never used his magic for something as childish as tickling before, but it was fun and he surprised himself at how effective it was. Especially when he was dealing with someone who couldn't seem to stand being tickled, and luckily for him, the devil himself was someone who couldn't stand being tickled at all as it seemed.

How cute...

And he basically got to hear screams too.

So it was a Win-Win situation for him.

He grinned darkly as the thought occurred to him that he could get used to this and he would guard this Voodoo doll like a treasure, because now he finally had something against Lucifer in his hand without him knowing anything about it.

And it should better stay that way...

So good! 😊😍

Entertaining enough?

Summary: Sequel to my first Hazbin Hotel fic "To help a deer friend". Since Alastor seems to feel much better, he loves to mess around with her dad, the king of hell himself and also her father is having a blast, fighting against Alastor whenever these two meet each other. A situation that slowly becomes too much for Charlie and it's about time for her to put a stop to this endless seeming brawling. And she knows exactly how. But she quickly gets to know that it's never a good idea to mess with the Radio Demon himself…

Warnings: This story contains lots and lots of innocent, fluffy SFW tickling, so if you don't like this, then please don't read this, thank you. Also a little OOC warning here. I always try to stay in character while writing, but I can't make promises that it stays that way during the story. And since I am NOT a shipper, this is pure platonic fluff, even if it might gets a tiny bit into the "charlastor" direction in the end. It's still platonic ;) And since I translated this from german into english, there might be some grammatical errors. Just saying. You have been warned ;).

Word count: 5700

Authors note: I've had so much fun with writing this story and I hope you will have as much fun reading it. I don't know if I will write another Hazbin Hotel story after this one, because my head is totally empty now when it comes to ideas. If someone wants to give me ideas, I am all in for it (can't promise to write it though). PS: I've got some "fun facts" after this story, so make sure to check them out :3.

BTW: I like to refer to Alastor as a Wendigo, because he totally looks like one to me when he shows his demonic form ("Stayed gone" for example).

Entertaining enough?

A loud thump cut through the quiet of the Hazbin Hotel that day and Charlie could only sit there and shake her head in bewilderment, as she watched her father and Alastor having another fight going on.

It had been nice at first that Alastor finally dared to come out of his room after everything that had happened to him, but for it to end in something like this? As soon as the deer demon heard her father, his whole mood changed to something sadistic and when the two of them finally met...well, she could see in what that ended...

Angel Dust and Husker had already left the hotel lobby and Vaggie also seemed to find it extremely alarming to have to watch two of hell’s most powerful beings having another fight. Only Niffty seemed to find it extremely amusing, considering that she was laughing like a maniac at them and their antics.

"Nice antlers, Bambi! But can they keep up with these?" Charlie heard her father yell across the lobby, as he revealed his six wings with a huge and taunting grin on his face and he rose gracefully into the air, looking down at Alastor, who looked like he was about to explode at any moment. Pure hatred was written in his now almost black eyes and with every further teasing word from Lucifer, his antlers grew and his ears pulled back so far that they were already close to his skull. And not only that, because his body was also changing more and more. His limbs grew longer and he grew taller, as he transformed into his demonic form.

"Alastor! Not in here!" shouted Charlie, as it finally just got too much for her to handle, fearing they would tear her entire hotel apart in the next few moments if she didn't intervene.

One of his ears shot up in the direction where Charlie's voice had come from and that was what seemed to snap Alastor out of his rising rage, as his head followed his ear to look at her.

The young princess had risen from her place on the sofa and now stood in front of him with her arms crossed in front of her chest, looking up at him accusingly, before her eyes turned to her father, who was still hovering in the air in front of Alastor and now flinched himself when he saw his daughter's scowl.

"If you carry on like this, you'll destroy my lobby! Stop this shit already! You're behaving worse than little children!" she growled.

And that finally brought the two brawlers back to their senses, as Alastor shrank back to his normal size and Lucifer calmed down also, as he slowly glided to the ground and hid his wings again. However, Charlie could still see the two of them glaring at each other and yes, this childlike behavior was really getting onto her nerves now.

She didn't even understand the beef between these two in the first place...

"Okay, okay, calm down, little apple. We'll stop already. I've got things to do anyway."

The fallen angel turned his eyes back to Alastor and gave him a sneaky grin.

"Don't think it's over yet. This is just a break. We'll sort this out another time...Bambi~."

"DAD!" Charlie shouted after him, as the angel turned around and walked away, laughing.

When she turned her eyes to Alastor, he was still standing there with his arms crossed behind his back, his broad, significant grin back on his face and looking as if nothing had happened. Only his pinned back ears still bore witness to his displeasure.

"Really, Alastor, did you have to do that?"

The Radio Demon’s grin widened, as he relaxed, put his ears back up and straightened his bowtie.

"But that's what I'm here for, my dear: entertainment. And I have to say that it was more than entertaining. If you don't mind, your Highness, I would now get back to my room and rest a bit."

Without saying another word, or giving her another glance, Alastor strode off in the direction of his room.

As soon as he was gone, everyone visibly relaxed; only Charlie was still standing in the same spot, gritting her teeth with frustration.

"Entertainment he said...I'll show him entertainment!" she grumbled.

"I wouldn't mess with him if I were you, babe. Don't forget who he is," Vaggie said, who had moved to stand next to her girlfriend and placed a hand on her shoulder, which Charlie squeezed affectionately with hers.

"Oh, I know who he is and what a monster he can be, when he wants to. But he doesn't scare me."

Charlie's lips twisted into a wide grin, as she looked at her girlfriend and something shone in her eyes that Vaggie wasn't able to judge and maybe it was better if she stayed out of the whole thing, because she definitely didn't want to mess with the dreaded Radio Demon.

Unlike Charlie, which her next words confirmed:

"But every monster can be tamed..."

The young princess allowed a few hours to pass, so that everyone could calm down and, in fact, everyone went about their usual daily routine again in the evening.

Angel was flirting shamelessly with Husk at the bar, making the cat demon grumble and roll his eyes at his antics, trying to ignore him. Niffty was laughing maniacally, as she chased after cockroaches and Vaggie was sitting with Lucifer on one of the sofas in the lobby and the two angels seemed to be chatting animatedly. It was a sight that warmed Charlie's heart to the core and she was so happy that her father seemed to welcome Vaggie so warmly into the Morningstar family.

The only one who didn't show up was Alastor and Charlie knew why, because the Radio Demon was still struggling with the wound on his chest. He rarely came out of his room and when he did...well, she had seen what happened earlier and she couldn't help but grit her teeth again, as the memories of the afternoon came flooding back to her.

The urge to demonstrate his power seemed to have grown stronger in Alastor since he had lost to Adam and who, if not the King of Hell himself, was the perfect rival for his ego? At least that was the only explanation Charlie had for this childish behavior. In the end, she didn't care. She just wanted them to finally get along and not piss on each other every day. A thought that made her grin and she decided to pay Alastor a little visit. She had been tending to his wound for weeks, even if it still made him uncomfortable, but she knew that he was secretly grateful for the gesture and that he had started to trust her and Charlie was sure that he even enjoyed her company. Even if he didn't show it directly. His pride was simply too big for that.

A thought, that made her roll her eyes, as she made her way to his room. However, she wasn't just going to tend to his wound today, because it was time to tame this crazy Wendigo and she already knew exactly how to do it. No matter what the consequences would be. Alastor's last "threat" still echoed in her ears and she shuddered slightly whenever she remembered it. But today, she didn't care about that threat at all. Even if she could hardly call it a threat when he said he would take her to his radio tower and broadcast her laughter live.

Well, better laughter than screams of pain...

A thought, that made her grin slightly again. Alastor could be really silly when she was alone with him. A side, which she liked about him and a side that probably no one else got to see and she had promised him to keep this information to herself, knowing he wanted to keep his reputation as the dreaded Radio Demon everyone in hell should fear by the mere mention of his name.

But that didn’t mean that she would stop teasing him when she was alone with him.

Alastor wanted to be entertained?

Well, he could have that...

"Al? It's me, Charlie. Can I come in?"

"The door is open, my dear."

When Charlie entered the room and closed the door behind her, she found the deer demon sitting on his bed. He had already removed his coat and had unbuttoned his shirt, knowing why she had come to him this evening.

Over the last few weeks, he had become accustomed to her regular visits to tend to his wound, even if it still made him slightly uncomfortable. But it had to be done. Either he let Charlie take care of him, or he would have to go to Rosie and before he showed his weakness to another Overlord, he'd rather let Charlie see him like this. She was far too soft to use that weakness against him anyway. Not that he didn't trust Rosie, but he would be extremely uncomfortable if she knew about his failure at the last extermination. Besides, over the months, he'd been staying here at the hotel, he'd taken Charlie and perhaps the rest of the gang, with the exception of Lucifer, into his not-so-cold heart. Of course, he would never admit that aloud. Not even under the most horrible torture hell had to offer...

But as much as he liked Charlie, he still loved to mess with her a little every now and then. Her scowl had not escaped his notice when she had entered his room and his grin widened, as she wordlessly sat down next to him and glared at him from the side. The afternoon's incident was apparently still bothering her. Perfect. This was exactly the kind of entertainment he had been looking for, since he had moved in to the hotel.

But he stayed quiet and just let Charlie do her thing, when she motioned for him to sit still, while she took off his bandage to examine his wound.

"Your wound looks fine. I don't think you need another bandage. It's pretty much healed. Are you still in pain?"

"No. Everything's fine."

Actually, he expected her to wish him a good evening and leave him alone, after she had disposed of the old bandage in the bin. But she sat back down at his side, while he was buttoning up his shirt again.

"Is something still on your mind, my dear?" he asked as calmly as ever. Deep down he already knew the answer to his own question.

"I don't think I need to answer that question."

His grin turned slightly malicious, when she gritted her teeth and he could see very clearly in her eyes that she was still slightly pissed.

"If this is about what happened this afternoon, I can only tell you one thing, Charlie: your father and I just had a little argument. Nothing big."

"Just a little argument? Alastor, you two were just about to tear half the hotel apart!"

"But nothing like that happened."

"But it will happen one day if you two don't get your act together!" she growled and Alastor was amazed at the courage the young princess showed towards him. Few had ever dared to talk to him like that and those who had dared...well, his radio broadcast had gained a few new voices on days like this...

"Then you should tell your father to stop provoking me."

"Maybe you should stop being provoked!"

"How could I stop when the end result is always so entertaining?"

A growl cut through the air.

"You're both like two little kids who only cause trouble when they bump into each other, you know that?!"

And apparently she had struck a nerve, because the lights in the room flickered briefly and the sound of radio static could be heard. Alastor's eyes went black and the typical radio dials, that he always showed when he got angry, appeared in his pupils. His antlers also began to grow, as he stood up and build himself up in front of Charlie, but the young princess didn't back away an inch from him, just looked at him with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed in front of her chest.

"Who's a little kid here, my dear?" the taller Demon growled darkly, as he continued to stare Charlie down, trying to intimidate her. But he didn't succeed, because Charlie now also stood up from the bed, build herself up in front of him as good as she could and looked him firmly in the eyes.

"You! At least you're acting like one right now!"

"Oh really? Am I?"

"Yes!"

"And since when is the Princess of Hell scared of a kid?"

"I'm not scared of you!"

"No? Aren't you? Then why are you backing away from me, my dear?"

Only now did Charlie realize that her body had begun to tremble and that she was actually backing away from him, as he slowly followed her movements. Soon she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees and seconds later, she was lying in his sheets, Alastor towering over her and yes, the sight sent shiver after shiver down her spine. Even though she knew that he would never dare to hurt her, especially not while her father was in the hotel, she couldn't help but shiver when she looked into his eyes. And at that moment, she could well imagine the fear all his victims must have felt, if that was the last thing they had seen before their gruesome deaths...

"Al, don't do anything you'll regret later..." she tried to talk herself out of the situation and she raised her hands placatingly, as he leaned over her and raised his hands as well, presenting his claws to her. The sight was enough to make her stomach flutter nervously, almost forcing her lips into a grin, which she barely managed to suppress. She already suspected what he was about to do to her and she tried to protect herself from the impending attack. Even though she secretly knew that she had no real chance against him in a fight; no matter what kind of fight it would be.

"The only one here, who has done something she now regrets, is you, my dear. Have you forgotten my warning about what happens when you mess with the Radio Demon? That's what happens!"

During his last words, his hands shot forward and he shoved them under Charlie's arms, when he got onto the bed himself. The young woman had no chance to resist, let alone protect herself from his sudden attack. As she pressed her arms tightly against her body, she only trapped Alastor's hands underneath and it was only a few seconds, before her surprised shriek turned into loud and cheerful laughter, as he started tickling her.

"If you call me a little kid, then I'll act like one, if that's what you want me to do."

His teasing words didn't make it any better, only worse and soon Charlie was rolling from side to side, laughing and squealing with pure mirth, trying to kick at him, to push his hands from her body, but she could do neither, could only lie there and laugh, laugh, laugh. And Alastor also joined in her laughter, albeit with a slightly more sadistic undertone in his voice.

"Do you remember the little warning I gave you a few weeks ago? My radio tower is right next door, you know? The two of us can go on the air now, Charlie~. I am sure this is going to be a very entertaining broadcast for my listeners. And for me too, of course."

His teasing words made her laugh even louder and her efforts to free herself from his ticklish grip redoubled, which he noted with great amusement.

"You're so easily flustered, my dear. You tell me I'm easily provoked and look what's happened to you now: you're lying here under me, laughing your head off and all because of a few words of mine and some wiggling claws. Isn’t that just adorable~?”"

The amusement was clear in his voice and when Charlie managed to open one of her eyes and look at him, she was relieved to see that he looked the same as always. His eyes were back to normal, his antlers had shrunk and his grin reflected the amusement she had just heard in his voice. And that showed her that he wasn't really angry with her, that he was just messing around with her and that he was enjoying the whole thing and had fun. She also had fun messing around with him like this, but it wasn't going according to plan. He was supposed to be lying here, laughing and not her. She just had to hang in there and wait for him to let his guard down, so she could fight back.

"Al, pleahahahase! Stohohohohop it! Not there!!" she squealed, as his claws carefully attacked her belly. Laughing, she grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away from the attacked area, but she just couldn't do it.

"Oho, what's that? Did I find your weak spot there~?"

She didn't answer, but the blush on her cheeks told him all he needed to know and his grin grew so wide it nearly split his face in half.

"If you apologize to me for calling me a kid, then I would be quite inclined to stop."

"Y-you should apologize to me!" Charlie squeezed out between fits of laughter, as she continued to try and fend off his hands.

"And for what exactly?"

"You know whahahahat!"

The tickle attack stopped and Charlie let her body fall back into the bed sheets, still giggling, and wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

Alastor's hands were still lying on her belly and here and there he curled his fingers briefly to keep her in a fit of giggles, letting her know it wasn't over yet.

"You want an apology from me?" he asked with great mischief in his voice.

She looked at him with a silly grin and nodded her head. A strong shiver ran through her entire body when she saw that ominous glint in his eyes, which he gave her in response and his claws slowly pulled her shirt off her belly.

"Fine. Here's your apology..."

His head rushed downwards and a loud, mirthful scream erupted from Charlie's throat, followed shortly after by equally loud laughter, as Alastor pressed his mouth against her belly and blew a big raspberry into her skin; just like his beloved mother had done to him when he had been a kid.

But the resulting loud laughter from Charlie got interrupted a few seconds later by a yelp from Alastor, as the young princess tried to fight back.

"Ow, Charlie! Stop that! That hurts!" he growled into her stomach, as the young princess pulled at his ear, while laughing her heart out and it was just the distraction Charlie had been waiting for to turn the tables on him.

She wriggled out of his grasp and immediately went for a counterattack, when she let go of his ear and when she saw how Alastor let his guard down for a second, as he sat up and rubbed his ear, grumbling.

As her fingers pressed into his ribs, it was now his loud shriek that echoed throughout the room and Charlie was really glad that his room was so far away from the hotel lobby and that no one else was aware of what was happening here.

She attacked him in one of his most sensitive areas and managed to push him into his pillow. Laughing, he rolled onto his side, pulled his legs close to his body and grabbed her hands, trying to push them away, as she attacked his sides and belly with wiggling fingers. At least he only gave the appearance of trying. In reality, he could have freed himself with ease, but who said that he wanted to?

One look at his wagging tail was all Charlie needed to know and that Alastor was having as much fun with this silly situation as she was. It was rare to see him like this, to see him with a genuine smile on his face and she knew that she was probably the only person in all of hell so far that he allowed to see him like this and to do something like this at all. It was nice to see how much he had started to trust her and that he let go every now and then…

The sound of radio static snapped her out of her thoughts and she grinned, as he slowly rolled onto his stomach and quickly hid his face in his pillow. He still seemed to feel embarrassed that she could see him like this. Something, that would probably never change. But she was fine with it. Just to hear him laughing like this and to know that she had the feared and usually terrifying Radio Demon at her mercy was enough reward for her.

"Look at you, Al. Where'd that big bad Radio Demon go all of a sudden, hm? I can't see him right now~," she teased, straddling his back and shoving her hands under his shirt, attacking his slightly protruding ribs with her thumbs and rubbing slow circles on the bones, which made his whole body jump. She could hear him drumming his legs against the mattress and the sound of microphone feedback briefly filled the air.

"And to come back to your offer from earlier: Of course we can go to your radio tower, because I'm sure your listeners would be very interested to know that the terrifying Radio Demon can be brought to his knees with a little tickling. Voxtech would certainly make a special broadcast about it too..."

Once again, the sound of microphone feedback mingled with his laughter and his entire body tensed, his antlers grew a little bit for a second or two and he actually managed to growl briefly into his pillow, as Charlie uttered these words.

"Apparently I struck a nerve there, huh? Like this one~."

Her fingers moved from his ribs to his armpits and as she curled her fingers, he bucked under her like a wild horse and his claws were about to tear his pillow apart.

“Heh, bad spot, Al? How adorable~.”

"Y-you're messing with the wrong Demon, Chahahaharlie!" he pressed out, but his continued fit of laughter took any venom from his words. Still, he could feel his cheeks catching fire at her teasing words.

"And you're messing with the Princess of Hell, don’t forget that!" she growled playfully, her fingers pressing a little deeper into his armpits. The barking sound of a deer came out of his mouth, followed by a loud snort, which he would deny later and Charlie thought she would explode with laughter herself at this. Especially when he pressed his now bright red face as deep as he could into his pillow to muffle any other embarrassing sounds that might come out of his mouth.

“The fuck was that, Al?” she asked, highly amused. Muffled laughter was the only answer she got to her question, as she went from tickling under his arms, to gently kneading his ribcage. He pressed his arms even tighter against his body, as he started squirming like a worm on a hook underneath her nimble fingers.

A glance backwards showed her, however, that he was still enjoying this silly game, because his tail was still lively wagging.

Good, then she could keep going…

"Last time I showed you mercy, because you were hurt, but now your wounds have healed and now there's no mercy from me. You keep messing with my Dad all day long and then you mess with me and you think there are no consequences? Radio Demon or not, but I will get an apology from you and you will promise me that you will get your act together when it comes to messing with my Dad, do we understand each other, Alastor?"

Her words still had a playful undertone, but Alastor realized that she was serious and that she was still upset about what had happened this afternoon. But his pride simply wouldn’t allow him to give in to such a childish game. But slowly he realized that his body was working against him. He could have simply merged with the shadows, but then he would only show Charlie that he was too weak to endure such a silly game. No, he just had to lie there and endure it, then Charlie would get bored and she would surely stop...

"AHHHH! CHAHAHAHARLIE!!! NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

The loud scream, that came out of his throat, shocked not only Charlie, but Alastor himself. The tickle attack stopped for a moment, but he didn't stop giggling into his pillow, as one of Charlie's hands was still placed on his ear.

"Now don't tell me that the weak spot of the terrifying Radio Demon is his ears?"

He didn't answer her, just clutched the pillow with both arms and couldn't stop giggling and that was all Charlie needed to know.

"No way!" she remarked with a grin and she slowly shoved her fingertips under the soft fur of his ears and gently scratched the sensitive skin underneath with her fingernails.

Immediately the attacked ear flicked, his whole body jumped and the sound of radio static immediately swelled in the air again, before all the gates opened for a fit of laughter of epic proportions.

The princess was now having serious trouble staying seated on his back, as he squirmed wildly underneath her, trying to escape her fingers, as she also added her second hand to the game, now tickling both ears simultaneously.

“Chahahaharlie nohohohoho! D-don’t do thahahahahat! Stohohohop thihihis right nohohow!” he demanded through his loud laughter, but his plea fell on deaf ears.

She joined in his loud laughter, as this situation was just too funny. The big, bad Radio Demon was lying beneath her and was no longer as terrifying as everyone always said. Instead, he looked like a little child, convulsing with laughter beneath her and his radio filter disappeared from his voice, revealing his real voice and the sweet sounds of his genuine laughter soon filled the entire room. His hands came out from under the pillow and reached for hers and Charlie realized that he was now really trying to push her away. Apparently the little Wendigo couldn't stand having his cute ears tickled. A thought that made Charlie grin broadly and she tried everything to keep her hands where they were.

"Stohohohop it! Chahahahaharlie, PLEAHAHAHASE!!"

Wow, who could claim to be able to make a big bad and terrifying Overlord beg for mercy?

Charlie couldn’t help but being proud of herself now.

"You know what you have to do to make me stop," she said teasingly and she didn't relent, continuing to tickle him mercilessly.

"O-okay, okahahahay! Fine! I give up! I-I'm sohohohohorry!"

"Sorry for what?"

"Th-thahahahat I keep messing with your dahahad! I'll stop it, I prohohohomise!"

Charlie knew that this was a clear lie, because in the end the two of them would somehow end up fighting again anyway. Although perhaps not like today, but they would come up with something else for sure.

Maybe she should have a serious talk with her father as well after this...

"Hm, all right, but you better stick to your promise. You know what happens if you break it."

"Yes, I knohohohohow! Now stohohohop ihihihit, pleahahahase!"

"Hmm, there's still your threat, involving a trip into your radio tower. Do you remember that?"

"I-I tahahahake it bahahahack! I r-really do! Please, Chahahaharlie! Stop it! Thihihihis is t-too muhuhuhch!" he pressed out through his laughter, while one of his hand was hitting the mattress over and over again, as if he was tapping out.

She laughed in amusement and finally her fingers came to a halt, as she took pity on him and Alastor's body dropped back into the sheets, leaving him a panting and still giggling mess.

"Then we have a deal. You better stick to it, because if you don’t..."

She squeezed his sides briefly to give her words more power and immediately the body beneath her jerked sharply and a loud squeal cut the air, as his hands reached back and shoved hers away.

"I'll stick to it! Really, Charlie, I promise!"

"Good, you know what happens otherwise," she teased him, as she swung herself off his back and sat down next to him.

Still keeping his face hidden in his pillow, he giggled softly to himself, as the tingling sensation of aftershock tickles still tormented his nerves. It took him a few moments to regain his composure, even longer to get his facial color back to normal and only then did he dare to roll back onto his back.

Charlie couldn't help but giggle herself, as he wiped a few tears out of his eyes, before glaring playfully at her.

"What?" she asked as innocently as possible, which elicited a grumble from him.

"How come every time you come into my room, something like this happens?" he asked and Charlie noted that his radio filter was covering his voice again.

"Well first off, you started it and secondly, aren't you always looking for entertainment? I mean, that’s why you’ve come into my hotel in the first place, right? And as much as you were laughing, surely that was entertaining enough for you, or am I wrong?"

As hard as he was blushing again, she had hit the bullseye with her words and she couldn't help but chuckle, as he grumbled and turned to the other side, turning his back on her.

“Awww, now look who’s blushing~,” she said with a teasing grin on her lips.

He could act as cold and creepy as he wanted to, but Charlie knew better, knew that he enjoyed these playful moments as much as she did and that he needed them every now and then. Especially after everything that had happened. But she also knew that he would never admit this out loud, but there were still other signs that showed her how much fun he had and which he couldn’t prevent from happening.

Such as…

“I can still see your tail wagging, Al~,” she kept teasing him, eliciting a low growl from him and she giggled with pure mirth, as he tried to pull his shirt over his tail to hide it from her and failed hard at it.

“Now don’t be like that. There is no need to be embarrassed about that.”

No answer from him.

“Al?”

Still nothing.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" she dared to ask with a slightly unpleasant tingling in her stomach and inwardly she hoped that he wasn’t mad at her for real now. If he was, then this wouldn’t take a good end for her…

It took a few moments to get a reaction to her question and Alastor turned his head around enough to look at her out of one eye.

An uncomfortable silence spread through the room and Charlie felt a chill running down her spine, the longer he looked at her like that.

The uncomfortable feeling in her stomach grew stronger, as he rolled back onto his back and finally got up from the bed. Wordlessly, he walked over to his armchair, on which he had placed his red coat before.

Charlie watched him nervously, as he put his coat back on and then gave her his full attention.

"Mad? No, my dear. I'm not mad at you."

Almost immediately, the Princess of Hell relaxed, as these words reached her ears. But she kept her eyes on him. He elegantly adjusted his bowtie, before slowly walking towards her and again there was that nervous flutter in her stomach. She knew how unpredictable he was and even if he was protecting her and the hotel, she should never forget who he really was and how dangerous he could be.

"Al?"

The nervous flutter within her belly grew stronger the closer he got to her. There was something in his eyes that she couldn't quite interpret. Something mischievous sparkled in them and she had to pull herself together not to back away from him again.

"Seriously, Al. What's wrong with you all of a sudden?" she asked him, trying to keep her cool, when he came to a stop right in front of her.

Wordlessly, he slightly bent down to her. One hand on his back, he stretched out the other towards her and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes grew stronger.

"Everything’s fine, my dear. I just want to thank you for taking such good care of me over the last few weeks. Would you be so kind as to lend me your hand for a moment?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow at that, not knowing what this mischievous Wendigo was up to and only slowly, almost shyly, did she hold out her left hand to him, which he took gently in his own.

The young princess could hardly believe what happened next, because when she offered him her hand and he accepted it, he brought it slowly to his mouth and pressed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand, never breaking eye contact while doing so.

Within seconds, Charlie felt like her face was on fire, as she turned bright red.

And it didn't get any better when she saw that broad grin appear on his face again. He was still standing in front of her with his hand in hers and a soft, mischievous laugh escaped his throat, when he saw the deep blush on her face his hand kiss had provoked.

“Look who is blushing now~,” he said teasingly, using her own words against her, which she had used against him earlier.

“Lovely…”

All she could do was covering her face with her hands, as he let go of her and try to block out the highly amused laughter coming from him.

Oh yes, life in the hotel was never boring with Alastor around, that’s for sure...

~Fin~

As promised I got some "fun facts" for you here:

In 2021 I was able to pet an adult male red deer in an animal park. He didn't have any antlers, because his body didn't produce that much testosterone. He was also alone in his enclosure, because the other deers would have bullied him. Since humans had raised him, he was (or rather is) a very friendly stag and he also loves to cuddle with humans. He is always looking for a human that would give him back scratches and on this day, he chosed me.

And I can confirm, that deers can be pretty ticklish, for he really didn't like it when my hands went to the sides of his belly.And the ears...ohhhh, the ears were a total no-go area XD. I tried touching them (because why not?), but they flicked away and when he gave me THE look, I knew I better stop messing with him. But there was one particular spot right behind the ears that made this powerful stag melt. Oh and the shoulder blade area was another one of these spots that made him almost melt. He loved getting gentle scratches there and sometimes it made his tiny tail wag slightly (that was absolutely adorable to watch). His name is "Karlchen" by that way :3. And I hope he is still there the next time I pay this nice park a visit. I am happy to be his personal human back-scratcher again XD

Since Al is pretty much a Deer Demon, I thought it would be amusing to share this with you XD.

I even found an old video of that day and I took two screenshots of me and my big sister, giving him all the attention he was looking for that day (my sister found THE spot behind his ear as you can see XD)

Oh!!!! I'm so excited to read this later with a cup of tea!!!!

Trust me, my deer friend

Summary: Vox and Alastor, radio and TV, two demons that couldn't be more different and yet they had found each other and had become something like best friends. A fact that TV Demon Vox more than appreciates and he loves spending time with his best friend because he loves Alastor's charming manner, his clever words and the fact that he was one of the few gentlemen down here in hell. But today, when the two friends meet again, Alastor is different than usual. Vox can tell he's in pain, and being the good friend that he is, he wants to help him. But Alastor is more stubborn than a donkey and declines his help. But through an unfortunate coincidence, Vox soon finds out that there is a method that can quickly change the mind of the otherwise so composed radio demon. A method that couldn't be more amusing…

Warnings: A lot of tickling in this one, because this is a tickle story. Don't like? Don't read! The tickling is fluffy and (hopefully XD) funny. Small warning for some restraints here (for Vox' safety *lol*), a bit of swearing and very light mention of s*x (and I MEAN very light).

Word count: Over 5800

Authors note: Aaaaand here is my very first attempt at writing Vox and I am damn nervous, because I personally don't think I am good at writing him and I don't feel very comfortable with writing Vox. I am sorry if this isn't that good. I am way more into platonic "Charlastor" than these two. And this is also the only idea I could come up with, I am sorry if this sucks. The fic takes place before Alastor left for seven years and before their friendship or whatever these two had going on broke apart. Sooooo this is just some fluff between two best friends (or maybe more? I don't know, really). As a fellow ace, I did respect Alastor's asexuality in here. So NO smut happening (even if Vox wants to *LOL*). Nah, seriously, those who know me will know that all my stories are clean and strictly SFW :). Have fun with this one, guys. I don't know if I will write another story with Vox though. Like I said: I am not very comfortable with writing this character.

Oh and for these two anons here:

Here you have some ler!Vox and lee!Alastor :). Enjoy your meal.

Aaaaand I've got some more face-down tickles for you as well :)

Have fun reading :3.

PS: This fic has nothing to do with tickletober going on, because I don't participate in this (it's too stressful for me). So just a random t-word fic haha XD

And as always: Sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes, for I translated this from german into english.

Feedback is very much welcome ♥

Fic under the cut:

Trust me, my deer friend

"Why in the name of Satan would I get involved in something like that?"

That was the only answer TV demon Vox got to his question when he asked his best friend, Alastor, for a back massage.

He knew that the Radio Demon didn't like being touched, but Vox wasn't blind, for he saw every day that the Deer Demon had been plagued by back pain for quite some time now and he couldn't stand the sight of it any longer. And not only that: Alastor's usually charming behavior was also suffering from his back pain, because Vox had been hearing him swear a lot more than usual lately.

Sure, Alastor cursed here and there when his gentlemanly manner took a momentary leave, but lately there were more swear words coming out of his mouth than he had ever heard before. And he could be the judge of that, because they were friends for quite some time now. And even if he had found it funny at first to see and hear his best friend losing his temper, it was now beginning to tear on his nerves, as Alastor became increasingly grumpy with each and every new day that dawned here in the pits of hell.

"I think you know why,” was the TV Demons only reply, as he was standing in front of his best friend. He had invited Alastor for lunch to his small place, but instead of a nice, calm afternoon, this happened.

"Oh please, I've already told you that my back pain doesn't bother me. It'll go away on its own. You’ll see. In a few days, I will be feeling better."

"No, you idiot, it won't go away on its own! You need help!" Vox finally growled when he couldn't stand the Radio Demon's stubborn behavior any longer. He had been arguing with Alastor for days whenever he met up with him and repeatedly offered him a massage so that his friend would no longer have to suffer from his back pain.

But Alastor was more stubborn than a donkey, always denying when asked if he could give him a back massage and Vox was now really tempted to just literally tie him to the bed and give him one, whether he wanted to or not.

However, he was aware that their friendship would suffer greatly as a result and that was precisely why he didn't do it.

In his eyes, it was perhaps even more than friendship already he felt for him and maybe Alastor sensed this and didn't want to be massaged by him because of that.

The TV demon almost rolled his eyes at that thought, but stopped himself at the last moment.

As if he wanted to get into Alastor's pants as soon as he was lying in his bed…

He wasn't like Valentino!

He knew Alastor was an asexual and didn't want sex and he respected that, but no matter how many times he'd told him he liked and respected him for who he was, the Deer Demon just wouldn't relax around him. No matter what. During lunch, he kept his distance to him. Whenever Vox wanted to hug him, Alastor would twist away. Whenever they shared a sofa, Alastor made sure he would keep enough distance to him so that their bodies didn’t touch and so on.

And slowly but surely it was getting onto his nerves!

It was high time he showed him that he could trust him.

The idea of tying him to the bed took shape in his mind again and the temptation grew stronger and stronger.

He was aware that Alastor would most likely only have him as a star guest on his radio show for the thought alone and it was a risk he would gladly take.

"Really, Al. Don't be such a stubborn, old goat!"

"What did you just call me?"

The younger demon bared his fangs, let his antlers grow and snarled at him like the dangerous beast that slumbered in his demonic heart. But Vox refused to be intimidated by this. He knew that Alastor was only bluffing and wouldn’t kill him. No matter how hard and cold he acted, Vox knew that he liked him. Maybe not in the same way he liked him, but Alastor seemed to sense something like deep friendship for him as well.

"I called you a stubborn, old goat, because that's exactly what you are. I'm just trying to help you, you idiot! Why won't you accept help?"

"Because I don't need help! I’ve been through far worse already. I can deal with a bit of back pain on my own, my friend!"

The warning was clear in his voice, but it didn’t intimidate him. Not anymore.

A sigh escaped Vox' throat and he closed his eyes briefly, trying to remain calm and not go completely crazy from this stubborn behavior.

"Do you seriously think I'm groping you once you're lying there in that bed?" he asked after a few moments of silence and he had to suppress a grin when he saw how his question completely flustered the usually dreaded Radio Demon and turned him into a shy little fawn within seconds. His cheeks even turned a little rosy. How adorable. Vox was sure that he alone had the privilege of seeing the otherwise feared and brutal Radio Demon like this and no one else down here in hell and he treasured this fact like nothing else here in this dark world of fire and brimstone.

"Maybe that's exactly what I think?" the stag hissed back sullenly, trying to hide his shame behind his flaring anger, as radio static mixed into his now slightly darker sounding voice.

Another sigh escaped Vox' throat and he shook his head slowly in disbelief at this behavior.

"You should know by now that I would never do something like that."

"Oh? Should I? Especially after I know you've been spending a lot of time with that Valentino lately? And I know exactly what he does behind closed doors..."

A grin spread across the TV demon's face when he heard these words.

"Are you jealous of Val?"

"Pfft, please. Jealous of a demon, who indulges in carnal desires several times a day? Certainly not!"

Okay, the point went to Alastor and once again Vox sighed.

"Relax. I'm just teasing you a little. Calm down."

He looked his friend firmly in the eye now.

"Your grumpy attitude is really starting to piss me off and I'm really close to doing something about it which I might regret later. With or without your consent."

Alastor immediately showed him that this was not necessarily the right way to deal with the situation by letting his antlers grow again and radio dials began to spin in his eyes. A clear warning and a sign for Vox not to overstep the line to cross his boundaries and to choose his next words wisely, because Alastor knew just as well as he did that he wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against the Wendigo. And he knew Alastor long enough by now to know that he wouldn’t hesitate in tear him apart if he did something he truly loathed.

"I would strongly advise against that...old pal..." Alastor growled; the warning more than clear in his now dark voice, as he bared his fangs to him and snarled like the deadly creature he was deep in his cold heart.

"It's all right, it's all right. Calm down. My goodness, Al. I'm just trying to help you. Is your pride really so great that you can't accept help?"

"I only repeat myself when I say: I don't need any help! Not from you! Not from anyone else!"

And that was the famous straw that broke the camel's back.

The TV demon's patience snapped and with a growl on his own, he reacted as quickly as he could, because he had to catch Alastor by surprise before he realized what was happening and couldn't strike back, because if he did, Vox could say goodbye to his life here and now, for Alastor wouldn’t even bother to drag him to his radio tower. No. He would devour him right here in this bedroom…and not in the smutty sense, but in the most gruesome way he could ever imagine.  

He let several strands of cable break out of his body, which grabbed the Radio Demon in a flash and deftly threw him belly-first onto the bed, holding him there by grabbing his wrists and ankles and pinning them to the mattress to hold him down.

The Deer Demon hissed and snarled, writhing like mad in his bonds, but he couldn’t free himself. A weakness that Vox exploited, for as fearsome as Alastor could be when he wanted to, there was a good reason why he always fought his enemies from a distance, for he was too weak in close combat.  

"You bastard! Let go of me! NOW!!!" the Wendigo growled, who continued to writhe back and forth on the bed, but Vox looked at him calmly and increased the pressure of his cables a little, waiting patiently until Alastor had calmed down enough to speak to him.

Only when the older demon realized that Vox was true to his word and didn't want to grope him did he calm down a little. So much that he stopped wriggling and resignedly let himself fall into the sheets and growled into the pillow, letting his friend know that he wasn’t pleased with the situation at all.

Vox grinned and slowly sauntered towards the bed and sat down at Alastor's side, who scowled at him.

"Have you calmed down?"

"When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your guts out and let all hell listen to it as I devour them in front of your very own eyes! Oh, how I'm going to enjoy your screams as I broadcast them all over hell."

"I'll take that as a no."

He had to stifle a laugh as Alastor stared at him in disbelief.

Apparently, he wasn't used to someone not being afraid of him and his threats. Vox knew he didn't mean what he said and that the pain in his back spoke from him. Well, he was about to change that; whether Alastor liked it or not, but he wasn't going to let him get off this bed without a decent back rub.

So he immediately set to work before his friend could think of killing him with his shadow tentacles…or conjuring these creepy Voodoo creatures he liked to use during a serious fight against other powerful demons. Just the thought of this made him shiver.

He earned another low and menacing growl, as he brazenly swung himself onto Alastor's legs and straddled him.

"Relax. I've still got all my clothes on," he teased him and to give his words a little more power, he poked Alastor cheekily in the sides.

He was all the more shocked when he heard the loud squeak that filled the air shortly afterwards and Alastor quickly pressed his now bright red face into the pillow to hide it from Vox, who was still staring down at him, completely flabbergasted and still had to process what had just happened, let alone what strange sound he had just heard.

"What the...? What was that?"

"What was what? I don’t know what you mean..." was the mumbled reply and it was the first time in his life that Vox had seen the Radio Demon so embarrassed. Normally, Alastor was always composed, no matter how shitty the situation was, but now, in this one moment, he was anything but composed. His cheeks were as red as his clothes and he had put his ears back to let him know that he was more than unhappy with the whole situation and wanted to be anywhere but here.

A fact that highly amused the TV demon and he would memorize this image, he swore to himself. Too bad he didn't have a camera to hand. But he was sure that Alastor would never allow him to capture this situation on photo or even video. He had often tried to take a photo or video of him, but no matter how many times he had tried, Alastor had always managed to disturb the recordings. So much, that in the end he had been unable to make out anything on the screen and if he tried now, he was sure that Alastor would not only disturb the image, but would cause the camera to explode.

So he had to burn the image into his memory so that he could at least look at it again and again inside his head.

His grin widened when he poked Alastor's sides again and got the same reaction, followed by a strong flinch from the older demon.

"Ohhh, I think I know what's going on~."

He could see that Alastor didn't like the way too cheerful sing-song tone of his voice at all, as he tensed and put his ears down as far as they could go, showing him how much he disliked this situation and the whole conversation.

"The great and dreaded Radio Demon, that makes all of hell shitting its pants by the mere mention of his name, is ticklish?"

Another inhuman growl, much louder this time and radio static filled the air once again.

"Tch! Don't make a fool of yourself! I'm not ticklish!"

Oh yes, the way he said that made it soooo believable.

Vox' grin widened and he could feel his claws twitching in anticipation already.

That was even better than he had expected.

The massage was forgotten, because now he wanted to do something completely different to lift this stubborn stag’s mood and this was the perfect opportunity to put that big smile back onto his grumpy face. And not only that. Oh no. It would finally be a genuine smile he would put onto that face! And he himself would also have the time of his life. Besides, it would certainly do Alastor good to be able to laugh freely, because as the saying goes:

Laughter was the best medicine.

It was a win-win situation for both of them.

Well, in the end more for Vox than for Alastor, because thanks to Valentino, the TV demon was well aware how mean it could be to be held down and tickled.

Valentino and his damn arms!

Lovely...

But he didn't want to think about that now (because just the way too fresh memories of what had happened between him and Valentino not too long ago still flustered the hell out of him) and he concentrated fully on his best friend, who was lying so temptingly on the bed now. He couldn't fight back in this position at all, which was absolutely perfect.

Ohhh, this was going to be so much fun...

He let the strands of cable around Alastor's limbs get a little tighter, but not too tight, because he didn't want to hurt him. He just wanted to make sure he couldn't get free. He also stretched his arms far above his head, causing the Deer Demon to growl darkly into the pillow, as he got an inkling of what his friend was about to do to him.

"Vox! Don't you fucking dare!"

"What, I thought you weren't ticklish? Then you shouldn't mind if I test that theory now, right?"

He didn't even wait for an answer, but went straight into action and took hold of his friend's slim waist.

The stag immediately stiffened and tore at his restraints, but to no avail, as he couldn’t break free from them.

The TV demon grinned with pure joy at this new found knowledge about one of hell’s most powerful Overlords.

"Oho, what do we have here? Not ticklish, huh? That looks more like the complete opposite to me, you fucking liar!"

He squeezed his fingers rhythmically, kneading Alastor's sides with a precession that left the Radio Demon no chance at all to pretend it didn't bother him (In the end, he had learned something from Valentino; even if it was just how to tickle someone properly). He flinched and squirmed in his restraints, tried to drum his legs against the mattress despite the restraints, pressed his face firmly into the pillow to hide his rosy cheeks and Vox could already feel the laughing fit of the millennium building up inside his stomach, even though he had only just begun.

It was like Christmas, Easter and his birthday all in one day.

Oh, what a fucking happy day in hell for him!

"Awww, what's wrong, my friend? Does that tickle after all~? Have you been lying to me? Hmm? HMM? Did you? Did you? Did you?"

A poke into his sides accompanied his words, making the older demon wince hard again and again and Vox could see him straining against the restraints, tugging at them, trying to break them, but he couldn't. All he could do was lie there and take it. Perfect. In this position, he couldn't fight back and many of his potentially ticklish spots lay unprotected in front of him, begging for the attention they deserved. And they would get his attention. Oh yes, and how they would...each and every one of them!

"Fuck you!" Alastor hissed and Vox could clearly hear how hard he was trying to hold back his laughter and at the same time pretended that it didn't bother him, as a single claw got slowly, oh so slowly, dragged down his entire spine, which made the fur beneath his clothes bristle and him shudder.

The fact that he totally failed at hiding his ticklishness he tried to ignore...

Vox held a hand to his chest, where his heart was, with an exaggerated gasp, at the insult that was flying towards him and which sounded so strange out of the mouth of the usual very well-mannered and charming Deer Demon.

"Really, Al! You're hurting my feelings with your rude behavior."

"If I get out of here, th-then I'll hurt more than just your feelings- GAH! No! Don't! Don't do thahahahat!!!"

The TV demon grinned wickedly as he finally got a decent response to his tickling when a tiny giggle finally spilled out of Alastor’s mouth and all he had to do was walking his fingers all over his back, before they came to a halt on his lower ribcage. He was now massaging the lower base of his ribs and apparently Alastor couldn't stand this at all, because he was still desperately trying to hold back his laughter, but he only managed to do this for a few seconds more, before it finally bursted out of him. He squirmed wildly under the nimble fingers of his friend, who couldn't stop grinning anymore.

“Ha! Gotcha! Oh, you little liar, you’re going to pay the price for lying to me now!”

He continued relentlessly, not even bothered by the fact that Alastor bucked like a wild horse (or rather like a wild deer) and tried to throw him off and failed miserably at that, because the TV demon stuck to him like a damn burdock.

"Wohoo! Oh, this is so much fun! It's like a rodeo ride!" he remarked with a delighted laugh and from Alastor's body language he could see how much this remark bothered him. Just like the fact that he couldn't free himself and that he was totally defenseless against the attack and as red as his face was by now, he probably wished he could just sink into the ground and never return.

Of course Vox noticed this and used this for some more teasing on his friend’s expense.

"Oh, that's too bad, Al. Can't you free yourself? Too weak to use your Voodoo powers on me? Hmm~? What a shame~. Not so tough now, are you? You ticklish, little fawn, you~."

The teasing words only seemed to make it worse for Alastor, who now reacted even more strongly to the tickling claws on his ribs and looked like he was going to crawl out of his own skin any second...or rather crawl out of his own fur...

That fluffy fur Vox wanted to touch so badly since the day he and Alastor became friends.

Maybe he could sneak his hands underneath the deer’s clothes without him noticing? Well, maybe he would try this later. As if for now, he had to concentrate to keep his balance and at the same time keep the playful tickling going.

"Sh-shuhuhut uhuhup already you prihihihick and stohohohop this! NOW!"

He laughed with amusement and didn't even dream of stopping now.

No. It was far too much fun and when could you see the otherwise brutal and feared Radio Demon like this?

Exactly: never.

So he would make the most of every single second of this situation, even if he knew he would regret this badly later. He knew Alastor far too well for that by now. And he couldn't forget that he was an Overlord. And not just any Overlord. He had made himself a name down here very quickly after his arrival in hell and many demons and even other powerful Overlords feared him because of his cruelty.

The fact that he had befriended him of all demons was something that Vox found hard to believe up to this day, but he wasn't complaining. No. He enjoyed the time he was able to spend with Alastor and even if it would probably never be the way he secretly wanted it to be between them, he enjoyed every single second of the time the Radio Demon gave him.

But he didn't want to think about all that now and so he concentrated on the here and now and on what he was doing at the moment, which was tickling the tears out of his friend's eyes, or at least trying to.

He so rarely heard Alastor laugh genuinely.

It was more than overdue that he got to hear those lovely sounds again after such a long time of not hearing them...

"Stop? But Al, I've only just started and I'm so sick of your grumpy attitude. It's time we change that. And you know what?  Don’t you always say “You're never fully dressed without a smile”? Shall we put that saying to the test and make sure you're properly dressed?"

And finally, loud laughter echoed through the room at the teasing remark and Alastor flinched hard and strained against his bonds, as Vox led his claws to his upper ribs and then raked his fingers agonizingly slow down his entire ribcage until he reached his hips, which made his friend buck and squeal.

Ohhh, what a wonderful reaction! And it provided even more fuel for further teasing, because apparently Alastor was particularly sensitive when it came to verbal teasing.

Perfect! He would use that to his advantage to fluster the hell out of him now!

"Ohhh, so ticklish around the ribs? How cute~. Coochie, coochie coo, little buck~."

"Shuhuht the fuhuhuck up y-you asshohohole!!"

The TV Demon clicked his tongue at that.

"My, my. Still so rude? We can't leave it like this~. Oh no, no, there's no way we can leave it like this. A little lesson is probably due and maybe then you get your manners back, Al~."

Vox carefully scratched his claws over his friend's thin dress shirt and worked over the ribs underneath and apparently Alastor couldn't stand this at all, because he almost hit the roof when his loud and genuine laughter finally burst out of him and poured into the room like a tidal wave and it was one of the most beautiful sounds Vox had ever heard down here in hell and he couldn’t help but feeling a bit flustered by these joyful sounds himself and…were those his fans kicking in? Oh my…

Alastor didn’t notice any of this or he simply ignored it, as he wriggled wildly in his bonds, tore at them, tried to free himself, but no matter what he did, he couldn't break free, had to lie there and take it. He was completely helpless and at Vox' mercy and he didn't like it.

Usually he was always the one in control and not the other way around. But now, at this moment, the roles were reversed. Now he was in the role of the victim and he could do nothing but lie there and laugh, laugh, laugh, while the teasing claws got gently and yet so effectively raked down his sides, which were completely defenseless against such an attack. He wanted to pull his arms down and cover his sides so badly, but he couldn’t do this and had to endure it somehow, until Vox decided enough was enough. But something inside Alastor, a small voice, told him that his friend would never overdo it, that he would make sure he could trust him and it was that thought, that security he needed to let himself go a little more and just accept the situation as it was and relinquish the power he usually carried around with him.

And perhaps that was also what made a deep friendship like theirs so genuine and so special: you trusted each other blindly and allowed yourself to be vulnerable in front of the person you trusted the most...

But still…he was more than glad about the fact that his microphone was not within reach.

Not that his friend would think of putting him live on the air now.

Even if Alastor doubted that he would really do that.

Still…just the imagination of that was turning his face into a ripe tomato.

Vox snapped him out of his thoughts abruptly as the cheeky claws moved further upwards. Teasingly, the TV demon let them slowly walk over his ribs until they reached their target and pressed into his armpits and the sound of a screeching microphone briefly interrupted his loud laughter before he almost exploded with mirth.

"Oho? Now that's what I call a good reaction. It's particularly bad under the arms, huh? And what about this, Al? Does this tickle too?" he teased the Radio Demon and he attacked the area between the upper ribs and the armpits and Alastor's laughter briefly faded into silence before it burst out of him with renewed energy and volume and soon filled the entire room and at that moment Vox was really glad to be alone with Alastor. He couldn't imagine what would happen if anyone else heard him like that.

"Stop it! Stop it! Stohohohohop ihihihihit!!!" the stag now pleaded, his voice rising a few octaves. Also something Vox had never heard before.

It was really amusing to witness how ticklish Alastor was and how easy it was to break such a powerful Overlord down with just a few well-placed pokes or strokes to his body to turn him into a puddle of ticklish goo.

He would treasure this knowledge from now on until the end of his own afterlife.

"Ah, ah, ah. I won't stop. Not until you stop being so grumpy and finally allow me to give you a back massage to make your pain go away."

"Nohohohoho wahahahahay!"

"Fine, have it your wahahahahay."

He grinned as he saw how much he flustered his friend with his teasing and Vox stopped for a moment to give Alastor a short break.

"You know, Al. I think I now know why you don't like being touched. You’re so freaking ticklish that it makes me wonder how you even survived all this time with that? I mean, all it takes for me to take you down are a few pokes to your cute ribs and you turn into a giggling mess."

He grinned cheekily when Alastor gave him a dark look as he tried to get enough air back into his lungs, his ears pinning back again and showing his resentment and at the same time, his face competed not only with his clothes, but also with his hair too and that looked so cute and so ridiculous at the same time that Vox couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

"Oh, come on now. Stop with the scowls, idiot. I'm just trying to help you."

"By killing me?"

"No one's ever died from a bit of tickling, you drama queen. Stop exaggerating," he replied, cheekily poking him in the ribs on both sides once again, which made the Deer Demon twitch and growl.

"But it can be put to the test as well if you continue to be so stubborn, you know?"

"I'm repeating myself when I tell you to go fuck yourself!"

Once again, a long and loud sigh left the TV demon's throat.

"Oh Al, you're not making this easy for yourself and it seems you’re forcing me to more drastic measures..."

That finally seemed to get the Radio Demon's attention, because he turned his head so that he could look over his shoulder at Vox.

"What do you mean?"

The younger demon looked at him teasingly.

"You know...your ears...I've always wanted to touch them, just to find out if they're really as fluffy as they look like. And given the current situation, I also want to know if your ears are as ticklish as the rest of you. They look pretty damn ticklish if you ask me..."

The older demon's eyes immediately widened and with renewed vigor, he tried to free himself from his bonds, but they continued to hold him firmly in place, not allowing him to escape.

"NO! Don't you dare, Vox! I swear I’ll rip you apart and let you watch how I devour your limbs!"

"Oh please. We both know that you won’t do this. And if you were so much against it, you would have thrown me through the nearest wall by now. You've had the chance more than once..."

It was this one remark that brought another deep blush to Alastor's face and, grumbling, he buried his face in his pillow to hide from his friend, who had hit the bull's eye with his words.

Vox grinned broadly, knowing that he was right with his words. He could sense that Alastor was having fun fooling around like this, even if he didn't want to show it openly. He could growl and snarl and make threats all he wanted, but Vox could see through his façade, could see how good it was for him to be able to laugh without a care in the world...and besides, he hadn't missed the way his friend's deer tail was wagging the whole time. Since Alastor wasn't wearing a coat, Vox had a perfect view of the tail as it was right in front of him and he liked what he saw because that tail was never lying and always showed Alastor's true feelings, no matter how much he tried to resist it.

That sweet little tail, which he wanted to touch so badly and which would be the death of him, because Alastor would surely let him die a cruel death if he even dared to try. His deer tail was absolutely taboo for touching and yet it was the best way to find out about his true feelings.

And the feeling he was showing him now was pure, genuine joy...

"Heh, now that we've clarified that, let's move on to your ears..."

"DON'T TOUCH THEM!"

"Woa, woa, woa, relax, Al. I'm not going to rip them off. Or...are you particularly sensitive there?"

The Deer Demon didn't look at him, just continued to snarl into his pillow, as if to give the fluffy thing all the blame for his predicament and that was all Vox needed to know.

"Hmm, that kind of says all I need to know. But well, if you don't want to be touched there by my claws, then I'll just do this instead. Don’t you worry. It won’t hurt. But it will tickle~"

Vox brought his hands to his friend's fluffy deer ears and let a few small electric shocks shoot through the fur and directly into the sensitive skin underneath. Not strong enough that it would hurt him. Just enough to tickle him…

The reaction was immediate.

Alastor bucked so hard that Vox almost fell off of him and his laughter burst out of him like an explosion.

"Ohohohoho, now that's what I call a reaction. Looks like we have a winner here~," he teased with a broad grin and he had to raise his voice so that Alastor could hear it over the sound of his own loud laughter and to make it even more flustering for his friend, he played the celebratory sounds of a slot machine for a few seconds.

"Damn it! Stop, stop, stohohohohop! Voohohohox pleahahahahase!!!"

"Oho? What was that? Was that actually a "please" from your mouth? Or did I just mishear you?"

"Pleahahahase stohohohohop ihihihit! Please, please, please, please..."

"Yep, definitely a please. We are making progress. That's good. Very good. Let's see how long it takes me until you finally give me permission to massage your back. Or even better: let's see if I can finally get you to admit that TV is simply better than radio."

"Thahahahahat will neehehehever happen! I'll die before I admit thahahahahat!"

"Oh really? Well, at least it’s a very happy death you’ll die then~."

"You fucking...AHHH! NO! NO! STOP IT!!! VOHOHOHOX YOU- GAHH! NOHOHOHO!"

The TV demon couldn't stop grinning himself anymore as he heard Alastor screech loudly as he once again sent little electric shocks into his ears with one hand, while doing the same to his ribs with the other, eliciting the cutest sounds hell had ever heard from the usual brutal and composed Radio Demon and…were those little fawn bleats he could hear there as well?

Ohhh, that was absolutely adorable and probably the cutest sounds in the whole universe.

And yet they were meant only for his ears to hear and no one else's.

What was happening here today would never leave the walls of this room.

And secretly he also knew that he would only get this one opportunity to tickle him, because after this Alastor would probably always be suspicious of him if he suggested another back massage, cuddles or anything else that would mean close body contact so he would savor this situation as much as he could.

And he would keep Alastor’s little secret to himself, because that's what good friends do.

But that didn't mean he couldn't tease him a little and fluster the hell out of him and that's exactly what he would do for the rest of the evening until Alastor couldn't take it anymore. 

He always claimed to be so powerful and untouchable.

He was going to put that to the test now.

"Oh yes, my deer friend, just trust me and let yourself go. This is going to be the funniest night of your afterlife. I’ll make sure about that…"

The Tickling

The fantasy of Jason's wanking sessions waddled across the train station platform. That round, porcine ass and chunky thighs, straining against his work trousers. Sweat dribbling down his forehead. A packet of crisps in one chubby paw, being shovelled into his greedy, double-chinned face by the other. But most gloriously of all, the thing Jason was so fixated on, a great globular whalelike gluttonous belly, straining against his shirt buttons, and the shape of a mighty pair of melon-like tits, nipples pressing delightfully against the shirt fabric. Then, that seductive, oval shadow, the indent of his navel against his white shirt, brazenly flaunting itself like a solar eclipse. The first time he cast eyes on him, he was big, but nothing like this big. Jason could swear the guy was getting fatter every week and it was so, so hot.

Jason was not into fat guys. Well, that is what he told himself. He liked trim athletic guys, much like himself. He liked to tickle them till they squealed like girls. They did not object too much. Almost always they asked to come back for more. But he did not do fat guys. They were gross.

And yet...

There was something about that belly, now seated in its usual place near the drinks and sweets machine, that Jason just could not get enough of. He had to have it, he vowed. But how?

I wonder if people notice me looking at him, he wondered, glancing casually at the usual crowd of people awaiting the 8.10am train. I wonder if they can read my thoughts? What if they can see I fancy fat guys?

Jason walked closer to the edge of the platform as the sight of the approaching train appeared in the distance.

Well fuck it, he thought. Why should he care? 

The train roared closer. Jason held his eyes still. He had long practice doing this, from working as a model. He could hold his eyes absolutely still, so he could see if anyone was looking at him, but nobody would see if he was looking at them. Maybe the porker in the suit would walk up and admire my butt, he thought. This was a little game he had been playing for a while now. Was the fatty interested? A few times he had caught him surreptitiously checking out his ass or taking in his handsome figure. Or had he? Sometimes it was hard to be thoroughly objective about these things.

Jason entered the train and took a seat. It was busier than normal today. The chubby guy walked in, crisps bag rustling. There was no seat for him.

Jason's heart pounded as the guy walked past him down the aisle. Now was his chance.

"Please have a seat," he said, flashing the smile that worked every time.

The big man looked flustered.

"Please, it's yours", he whispered with a smile, and got up.

The large gentleman looked at Jason gratefully. "Thank you," he said shyly, and lowered his elephantine backside onto the seat, with a squash of gasping air from the cushion and a creak in the seat.

That was the first time Jason had heard the guy speak. Or was it? The voice sounded familiar. He knew that voice. Where was it from?

This thought nagged him all day.

That evening, he was chatting online to a potential tickle victim. A really hot one, athletic, blonde and green-eyed. Never been tickled before. A tickle virgin. Normally this was the sort of person he would be lusting after, but now, he thought, if he was honest, his heart was not in it. Nobody and nothing did anything for him any more but the ever-ballooning hippo of a stud at the train station.

"When was your first experience?" the guy asked.

Jason had been asked this question before and typed out the usual response about that bastard kid, a year younger but much bigger and stronger, who had tickled him at a friend's birthday party. Tickled him till he...till he pissed himself. And everybody saw and laughed, and it was so embarrassing.

That, he admitted, was the psychological root of his tickle fetish. After that, he wanted to tickle other guys. Never to be tickled himself, mind you, but to tickle others, to tickle them deliriously, hopelessly and humiliatingly past the point of self-control.

Something clicked in his mind.

That boy who tickled him. Miles.

His voice.

The same voice as the guy on the train platform. Older and deeper now, but the same voice.

The guy's face. Yes. Yes it is Miles, beneath that face pudge.

Jason could hardly believe it.

That fat bastard, he thought. I am going to get him. And I am so going to enjoy it.

He had fantasised and wanked many, many times about tying the guy up, exposing his soft fat gut and tickling it without mercy. There was nothing new about that fantasy. But now he felt it more intensely than ever before. 

Miles had not been fat back then. But he was now. By God, the things I could do to that big fat belly, he thought. Such a round, bulging expanse he could not possibly hope to ward off a determined assault.

Next day, Jason saw Miles again on the station platform. His heart raced, but he stayed calm, trying out the trick he learned as a model, centring his gaze so Miles would not know he was looking at him.

Miles was checking him out. Oh yes, at last, thought Jason! No doubt about it. He wants me, and bad!

Jason went to sit down next to Miles at his usual bench, next to the vending machine.

"Hey," he said in his friendly way, "I hurt myself this morning doing leg lift-ups, so I need to take a seat today". Which was a lie, of course.

Miles spoke shyly: "I'm sorry, that sounds really rough". 

"Hurting like hell" said Jason,  clutching his muscular thigh and faking a grimace of pain.

Miles melted. "Aww man that sucks," he said, "is there anything I can do?"

Jason leaned in close to Miles, looked at him with puppy dog eyes and whispered in a low voice: "How about you cheer me up and go with me for a drink tonight?"

Miles could hardly believe it. Before he knew what had happened, he and Jason had exchanged telephone numbers and arranged to meet at the Queen's Arms pub, just outside the station, at 7pm that evening.

It so happened that Miles had to get on a different train that morning due to a conference he was attending, so he did not get to share the carriage with the object of his lust. That was a shame, he thought. Or maybe not, he reflected, maybe it would be less awkward this way.

At 6.50pm Jason was sipping his diet lemonade as the pub door opened, and the big guy promenaded in, belly bursting out flagrantly in front of him, his shirt inadvertently rolling up and flashing a pink fleshy flab roll which seized Jason's eyes, causing Miles to suddenly notice and blush, then attempt but clumsily fail to correct his clothing. Jason beamed at Miles.

"What are you having?" asked Jason.

"Foster's, if that's all right," said Miles. Jason threw his arm around Miles' waist and tapped his gut affectionately. "Coming right up, big man!" he promised, guidihg Miles to a large comfortable cushion chair, then headed to the bar.

After Jason returned with the drinks - another diet lemonade for himself - the conversation was slow and halting. Miles was shy and awkward. Hard to believe this was the same lad from all that time back, he thought. Then he was a cocky and arrogant bully. Now, he seemed withdrawn, hesitant, different. 

The tempo changed when Miles came back from ordering another set of drinks, and as he approached the table, Jason patted on the space on the settee next to him, gesturing for him to sit there instead of on the big chair where he had been positioned previously. Miles did so. Their thighs and legs touched against each other. It was like electricity. Miles started to relax, to open up.

He told how he received a rugby injury when he was 20, and how much that had set him back, how he had lost confidence, and how he had gained so much weight, and how shy he now felt around people. He spoke about two relationships, one with a guy and one with a girl, which had both ended with them complaining about his weight gain.  

Jason came out as gay, but admitted - truthfully enough - that he had never been involved in anything too long-term with anyone. He talked a bit about the drama going on at work at the moment and some of the personalities he was having to deal with. They talked and laughed about that for quite some time. Then somehow the topic came around to sexuality again, with Miles enquiring what Jasons "likes". 

"Tickling," Jason replied in a low voice.

Miles chortled a little. "That's an interesting one, I'm curious about that one too," he said. 

Jason's eyes held Miles' for a moment.

"How did you get into it?" asked Miles.

Jason brought his face closer to Miles'.

"Remember anything about this mug?" he asked.

It clicked. Miles' eyebrows shot upwards and his mouth dropped.

"It all started that day with you, Miles" he said. "But I'm strictly a tickler," he added. "I love to tickle other guys so bad".

Miles blushed. A welter of emotions and, one could say certain, fantasies, surging through his mind.

"I'm so sorry for what I did," he said. "I know that was quite wrong of me."

"No, no", said Jason with a smile, "without you...", he paused and then continued in a quieter voice "I would never have had so much amazing fun".

Miles smiled.

"But if you feel so, so guilty, there is a way you could make it up to me," said Jason. "I would enjoy nothing more than to rip your shirt off and tickle your big, sexy fat belly".

Jason playfully tapped Miles' belly with his finger.

"I've been checking you out at the train station for so long," he went on, "and you have no idea how much the thought of your body turns me on".

Miles could hardly believe it. This hot sexy guy, who he had been so awful to all those years back, was proposing to fulfil one of his deepest fantasies.

"I will make you laugh and squeal and beg so loud, so desperately, you will be my sexy helpless tied-up fat-bellied pig" he went on in a lower voice, "and you will go away remembering the best fucking orgasm you've ever had. I am going to fucking ravish you till you can hardly breathe". 

Miles was bright red, transfixed. "You don't mind me being big?" he asked.

"I absolutely fucking love it and I want every curve, every inch, every fold, every bulge, every part of your body," Jason said, as he gestured a tickle with his fingers. "All of your softness is going to be made totally mine."

Miles did not take persuading to return with Jason to his flat a short distance away. They continued to chat about everything, particularly about "the old days", the school they had both attended, the area they grew up in, the familiar places and people they had known. Neither could believe they had been going to the same station for so long but not recognised each other.

Jason plied Miles with lager, crisps, chocolate, cake, pastries, biscuits and various other snacks he had deliberately kept on hand. He wanted to fill up Miles' belly and bladder as much as possible before he got down to work.

"I am loving all this grub" said Miles appreciatively, as he got stuck into a bowl of Haagen-Daaz strawberry cheesecake ice cream. He had twigged on that Jason was getting off on him stuffing himself, and was in no mood to complain. Actually, he admitted to himself, it was starting to turn him on. He had lost count of how many lagers he had drunk by now.

Jason lifted off his shirt, exposing his smooth, lithe, athletic physique. Miles gawped in admiration. What he would give just to touch that!

"Now you, fatboy", rasped Jason.

Miles' cock stiffened. It turned him on so much to be called that. He knew fat was supposed to be unfashionable, but secretly, his own growing body had been turning him on, and he had fantasised for ages now about being fat teased by a stud like Jason. He needed that attention, he craved that affirmation, that degradation.

Miles started undoing his shirt buttons with his pudgy clumsy fingers. But Jason was not going to wait. He rushed on to Miles' lap and undid the buttons himself, revealing the most perfect tits and belly he could imagine. I am going to give this fatboy so much excitement he doesn't know what hit him, he thought to himself. But first he is going to have to earn it.

"I want you in just your underwear, on my bed, arms and feet tied to the bedposts," he said.

Miles felt a rush of excitement to his head.

Jason took Miles' hand softly and led him to the bedroom. To begin with he was gentle, removing Miles' remaining clothes, and kissing and making out with him under the duvet. Miles was obviously still self-conscious to a degree about his weight and his body. Being under the duvet and drunk on lager felt more comfortable for him. It was so special though. Jason was holding him, kissing him, touching him. He had a raging boner and wished Jason would do something about it, but Jason did not want to go that far yet, preferring to cock-tease Miles, stirring up his lust for a project more adventurous. 

"I don't want you to do this unless you really, really want to," Jason said softly, "but if you are okay with it, it would turn me on so much to throw aside this duvet, so I can see all of you for real. Your body is so beautiful, you have no idea how much you turn me on."

Miles consented, and began to push the duvet to one side, a task Jason then completed for him, pushing it completely off the bed. Miles felt so excited, and so exposed. Jason could see all of him. He felt so vulnerable, so sexy, so ready. Jason's eyes and hands could not get enough of him. And he could see all of Jason too. Oh God, he thought. He wanted Jason so much. They rolled around, kissing and touching each other, one moment Jason on top of Miles, another moment Jason rolling over so Miles was on top of him. 

"I need this belly," growled Jason.

"Do it," said Miles. "I want you to tickle me like you do the other boys."

A mischievous grin formed on Jason's face. "Are you sure?"

"Oh fuck yes!" Miles said.

They agreed on a safe word, and Jason got out his ropes and rigged Miles up. They kept looking at each other and laughing whilst Jason was doing it. Miles' dick was swelling like anything, he could not remember having a bigger boner than this ever before.

Jason crawled towards Miles, and Miles burst out irresistibly laughing.

Jason moved his fingers in a tickle gesture in the middle of the air, and Miles laughed even harder. He could not help it.

"You are an interesting one," said Jason. "Not even started yet and look at you!"

He again made tickling movements with his hands in the middle of the air, and Miles laughed raucously, uncontrollably, his belly heaving up and down and his tits shaking in a way that turned Jason on so much he wanted to lift up the boy's thighs and fuck him there and then.

"You've not even felt anything yet," said Jason, "yet look at you, you big fat sexy blubbering mess!"

Miles continued to guffaw.

"Just look at you, fatboy," said Jason cruelly. "Just look at you...so fucking pathetic and helpless and so fucking sexy".

Miles laughed even harder, even his porkly toes and fingers starting to twitch dementedly, as though they were being tickled.

Jason gazed at Miles' behemoth body. Those great wide bulking thighs, sexy thick arms and shoulders, pert mantits and massive beachball belly. All of this fatboy is mine, mine, mine he thought, as his merciless fingers dived suddenly for Miles' underbelly.

"AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP STOP STOP HAHAHA! AWWWW HA AAAHHHHHH HAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE STOP STOP HA HA AHHHHHHHH!"

The fatboy thrashed his arms and legs wildly and rolled his body from left to right but it was useless, completely useless, he was tied up. He was jiggling, jiggling everywhere. It was so humiliating. And he was trapped! But what a perfectly sexily irresistible trap to be in.

Jason stopped tickling, but it made no difference, Miles continued to laugh, as though he was still being tickled. He loved fucking with this boy's head.

"Look what a big boy you are", teased Jason, "and look what a big fat blubbery baby you're behaving like".

And with that, he renewed his assault on Miles' senses, tickling his navel, his belly, all around his tits, his armpits, thighs, under his double chin, under his balls, his feet, his wrists, absolutely everywhere. Miles screamed with laughter, rocking all over the place. Jason wondered if the bed would break, but he didn't care, this was too good not to continue. He was going to have his fun with this fatboy now and nothing was going to stop him.

"AHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! AHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" hollered Miles.

"Tell me you want it," said Jason.

"AAAHHH! HAHAHAHA! AAAAHHHHH! AHHHHHH!"

"Tell me you want it fatboy", demanded Jason.

"I want it! HAHAHAHA! AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH! HAHAHAHA! AHHHHH!"

And Jason did want it so bad. In his nakedness and his helplessness, he suddenly realised, he was himself, he was fat and he was sexy, and in the hands of Jason, he was complete.

Jason's fingers scoured the big man's body, alternating between tickling slowly and fast, softly and hard. Miles breathed harder and harder, sweating profusely like a pig now, getting out of breath, his great paunch of a belly heaving up and down faster and faster.

"Feeling all that lager you've been drinking, fatboy," taunted Jason, noticing Miles straining the ropes to reach for his dick, which he wanted to hold because his bladder was feeling so full.

"I need to piss", cried Miles.

"Piss then, like the big fat baby boy you are," said Jason, as he continued his onslaught. "When I tickle you, I liberate you of all pretensions and self-delusions and I let you be completely you, the big fat baby you are."

"HAHAHAHA! AHHHH! HAHAHA! Stop! Stop! AHHH! AHHH! HAHAHA!"

"Let me introduce you to you, that's what I do."

"HAHAHA! HAHAHA! HAHA! HAHA! HA!"

"Such a big fat blubbery crying squealing baby," taunted Jason. "That's what you are, and I fucking loving it."

"HAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! AHHH! HAHA!"

Miles continued to thrash around wildly on the bed. He was sure the neighbours downstairs must be able to hear if they were in.

"Don't worry about them, they're used to it," said Jason, pointing downwards and reading Miles' mind.

"HAHAHAHA!"

"I wish everybody could see how naked and round and fat and sexy and pathetic and turned on and absolutely fucking mine you are right now."

"HAHA! AHHH! EEEHH! HAHA!"

Jason smirked as he admired his handiwork. This was by far the biggest guy he had ever been in bed with, but he was completely at his mercy. He was going to enjoy this so much. I own this fat fuck, he thought.

"I need to pee!" wailed Miles.

With devilish skill, Jason applied his finger to Miles' love handles, in those deepest, softest parts where he knew the boy's blubber was most sensitive.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Stop! AHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH!"

But Jason was never going to stop. He was such a bastard, and he knew it, and he was enjoying it to so fucking much.

"AHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH AHH! AHHH!"

Miles could suddenly control himself no longer, and his dick, which had been spasming remorselessly, erupted a massive fountain of cum into his pants.

"AHHHH! OOOOOOHHHH! OOOOHHH! OOOOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! OOOOHHH!"

The cum did not stop shooting for quite some while, but Jason did not stop the tickling. 

"HAHAHA! OOOHHH! AAAHHHH!"

Finally the thick flow of cum stopped. Jason smirked thinking about how badly his fatboy needed that. He's mine now, he thought, assailing Miles' left armpit and right nipple with the tips of his fingers.

"HAHAHA! AAHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHHH! AHHHH!"

And suddenly Miles' pants were drenched again, not with cum, this time, but with his own piss. He had been tickled till he had pissed himself. All that lager he had drunk... Oh fuck, he thought. He was so out of breath now. He said the safe word. Any more now and it would be too much. Jason stopped the tickling, and Miles, blushing and exhausted and sweating, headed out for a shower.

On his return, Jason spread his hot body on top of Miles, kissing him gently, telling him what a good boy he had been, how much he had enjoyed it, how much he was going to look after him now. Miles melted. He wanted this bliss to last forever. After the hot shower, his flushed pink body was so relaxed and his skin felt all warm and soft and glowing, and he craved deeply for Jason's cosy embraces and kisses, which Jason bestowed on him unrestrainedly, holding him tight and petting and kissing and licking him tenderly in every place he could find. 

Miles luxuriated in the attention his lonely, touch-and-sex-starved body was so hungry for, more vibrant and resplendant than ever, pulsating with post-orgasmic euphoria-intoxication. I am like a pig in swill, he thought, as he pressed his buttocks into Jason's groin, feeling the hardness, knowing and willing and needing what would come next.

Neither of them wanted to separate that evening, but they had to - Miles had to travel somewhere for work. When Miles finally did go, Jason pulled out the bed linen and the huge fat-assed pants Miles had left behind, both soaked with Miles' sweat and cum, and a faint smell of piss as well. He hugged the linen around himself and placed the stained pants proudly on the elegant hatstand in his hallway as a trophy. Miles, meanwhile, walking off flushed with excitement and a tender throbbing delectable soreness in his lard-buried boyhole, would be coming back for more at the first chance he could.

Fun

Squirming's not gonna help." I giggle. Your eyes widen as you realize how truly trapped you are. Your arms taunt above your head, strapped down well. Your legs pulled together and held down by rope. Your toes tied back, exposing every nook, and every delicious cranny of ticklish skin. I giggle again, twirling the feather between my fingers. "Can you feel it?" I ask. Just the thought of the ridged feather sliding up and down your sensitive skin makes goosebumps explode on your body. You nervously eye the devious tool as I lower it to your stomach, letting it float millimeters above you cute little belly button. Your gonna be screaming soon. Well, you would be, if the gag wasn't in your mouth. I grin, my eyes glinting wickedly. "Oh how much fun we're going to have. You and me my little tickle slave. So. Much. Fun." ... Just a little teasey thing I thought up while lounging around. I hope you enjoy! Do you think I did okay @yourlittlettoy? I know you're an expert in this sort of thing!

Story requests?

So, h-hi! Since the first thing I've written has seemingly gone over well, I figured I'd just let people request stories. So you think up some tickle situations, whether it be you, or characters from anything, or oc's, and ill write it! ^ ^