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Free Plays or Feathered Paws?

Tickle Torture Dungeon - #8 and #9 - Simba and Nala (cub)
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Keywords male 1109129, rabbit 127863, bunny 104446, paws 63905, feet 47611, torture 5431, tickling 3517, tickle 2867, nintendo badge arcade 50, baito 41, badge arcade 9, baito-kun 1, badge arcade bunny 1
(PLEASE READ: This is a cutesy tickle fluff story featuring the Badge Arcade bunny. That means it is basically only about him being tickled and being adorable, and nothing more, so if that stuff puts you off then dont read further.)

The lights were still flashing, the music was still playing, but the Badge Arcade was almost completely empty. In order to carry out refurbishments to the machines, the arcade was closing for a few hours tonight, a slight bit longer than their usual one minute of closing at 1:59am. The enthusiastic pink rabbit Baito was once again on duty, now being tasked with ensuring that the premises are completely empty before he begins working on the machines. He wouldn't want any health & safety violations on his work record. He made his rounds around the floor, politely telling everyone that they will have to leave and enthusiastically boasting about the planned upgrades to the machines.

Just as he was about to lock the doors, however, he looked behind him and spotted that the building hadn't yet been vacated – there were two young kids stood by the badge catchers still admiring the badges within. They must have been in the bathroom whilst Baito was informing everyone else of the closure.

“Hey!” Baito walked over to them, a wide grin on his face as usual, “I'm sorry to say but we have to clo-”

The bunny couldn't even get a sentence out before one of the young boys shouted back and rudely interrupted him.

“Rabbit! Give us some more free plays for this thing!”

Baito was taken aback at the rudeness, but he kept a friendly face on and continued speaking.

“We will certainly be giving away more promotional free plays in a few weeks time, but right now unfortunately we have to close...” He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his left ear, “But we will be re-opening early tomorrow morning-”

“Pfft~” The other boy interrupted again, “You expect us to pay to use this piece of junk again, rabbit?”

At this point the bunny attendant was becoming annoyed, but it was difficult to throw him off his professional friendliness. However he was now no longer addressing the building closure, moreso the entitled attitude of the two kids.

“First of all, I like customers to be comfy with calling me Baito...” He smiles, pulling on his name badge, “And, well, yeah... It's only ninety pence for five plays! And if you come back when we re-open I can show you how to get two or more badges at once with some of the new catchers!”

“Do you think we're made of money!?” The arrogant kids were now getting right up in Baito's face, acting much more intimidating to him. “Just go in the back and get us some damn free tokens!”

“Now you two listen here!” The rabbit had had just about enough of their attitude for one evening, but he wasn't one to get convincingly angry. “Intimidating staff will result in a one-month ban from the arcade! There is a sign at the door saying so! Now I'll be very, very happy to assist you if you return tomorrow but if you aren't going to leave now then...well..you leave me no choice but to...stop being quite so friendly indeed!” His ears drooped and he seemed visibly stressed.

“Well if you aren't going to give us any free tokens, then we aren't going to leave!” One of the kids giggled in a taunting manner, making Baito re-evaluate his fondness for children's laughter.

“Free plays have to be authorised by the boss! He isn't on duty and he certainly wouldn't give any to unsavoury kids like you two!”

“Are you forgetting its 2 against 1?” said one of the kids, smirking widely along with his friend. That was a threat for sure, and the bunny was having none of it.

“Right! That's it! If you are going to keep speaking like that then I shall have to take photos of you for the ban list!” He began walking over to the information desk to retrieve the camera, however he didn't make it too far...one of the unruly kids ran behind him and grabbed him by the chest, pulling him up off his feet. “AAAH! Get off me this instant!”

As Baito flailed around with his eyes as wide as they could go in panic, the smirking child gripped him tightly and sat down on the floor, his slightly older-looking friend kneeling in front of him. The pink bunny was small and weak and didn't have a chance at getting out of any human's grasp. At least he was confident that the kids couldn't injure him badly...

“Hehe, stupid!” The other child taunted him, “You didn’t think we would just leave did you? We're going to get some free tokens no matter what!”

“This is assault!” Baito shouted, “You'll be very lucky if the police don't get involved with this! And I dont give free plays to juvenile delinquents!”

“Ah, shut up...” The younger child says, “We know how to make you give us some...Why dont we make you comfy and take off your shoes, hehe!”

“What!?” The panicked bunny had no idea what was happening, but he certainly felt the older child tug at his brown shoes. “Don't you dare!” But his shouting was no use as both of his shoes were quickly pulled off. The two children smiled widely when they looked at the bunny's now bare footpaws. They were very big and very fluffy, pink on the tops and cream-coloured on the soles, with three pudgy toes on each foot which wiggled a little upon being exposed. The bunny suddenly blushed hugely and his ears drooped more. He was very, very shy about his adorable feet, and if he spent too long without his shoes on he would die of humiliation. “Give me my shoes back right now!”

“Why? Most rabbits dont wear shoes...” The child at his feet threw his shoes to one side and rubbed his palm along his soles, “Hehe, cute and soft...”

The compliments mixed in with the feeling of his admittedly very tender bare paw soles being rubbed made Baito blush further, but he didn’t want them to see him as so easy to break. “Physical contact with customers is limited to handshakes only! My feet are not to be touched! Or even seen for that matter!”

“Well lets get this over with then...” Whilst the younger child kept a tight grip on the bunny, the older child seemed to be tasked with doing all the taunting and teasing, and he had come prepared to do a lot more. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white feather which he twirled in his hands. “You can give us some more tokens, or...we can just tickle torture you until you do!”

Baito's eyes somehow managed to get even wider as he heard the words 'tickle' and 'torture'. He wasn't a fan of either of those words, especially not when together. He found his fluffy toes involuntarily curling as he became anxious at the realisation of why they removed his shoes.

“Now...y-you two listen here!” he said nervously, “Tickling me won't do anything, I shall NOT be giving you anything no matter what you do!” His mind was telling him he would regret that~

“Oh really? We'll see...” Without any warning the feather-brandishing child brushed the tool against the bunny's cream soles, resulting in his feet kicking about madly and a loud squeal to emerge from his muzzle.

“Hahahahahstop that!!! Don't do that again!” He shouted frantically, a huge smile on his face from the sensations of the feather. Unfortunately for him, the tickler's response was to grab his ankles and keep a grip on them with his arm. He was well and truly helpless now.

“Aww is the little rabbit ticklish?” He taunts as he swishes the feather across Baito's toes. Now unable to kick his legs, the only thing the ticklish bunny could do is wiggle his toes as much as he could against the feather as the boy kept up a continuous tease across them.

“I'm-ahahahaha-not going to-hahahaaaaaa!!! Sit hehehehehehere and tahahahahahke thihihihihis!!! The bunny shouted at the top of his voice, not out of choice of course. Having his poor pink feet tickled like this was ridiculously humiliating. And they were very ticklish indeed. He had the excuse of the uniform to wear shoes on the job, but he would do out of choice anyway just because of how shy he was. He wasn't prepared for a situation like this, where they were being helplessly restrained and tickled, by two little kids no less. The child seemed to alternate between swishing the feather on and between his toes and up and down his soft soles.

“Go on, tickle that bunny!” The younger child's voice shouted, annoyingly directly into said bunny's ears, before he addressed him directly. “Just give us some free plays and we'll stop tickling your feet! It's easy!”

“Nononoaaaaahahahaaaa!!!” He could barely get a word out, even the light fibres of the feather stroking against his feet making him giggle and squirm like never before. A delightful sight for the devious kids. Baito thought that the group of kids who kept throwing dummy badges at his head last month would be the most annoying kids he had to deal with. He was currently being very torturously proven wrong.

The bunny soon managed to relax for a few seconds, catching his breath as the feathering ceased, however he heard a noise that immediately set his anxiety off. A kind of mechanical whirring noise. A quick look forward at the boy pulling his hand out of his pocket confirmed his fear – an electric toothbrush.

“You going to give us the free plays or do you wanna feel this on those cute feet?” The boy taunted.

“I'm NEVER giving you free plays! You'll have to-no..no NO DON'T USE THAT THEREHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!”

Not even having the politeness to allow the bunny to continue, the boy began rubbing the whirring brush against his squirming and wriggling paws. The brush worked wonders tickling those fluffy feet, which desperately attempted to protect each other, but it was no use keeping one foot covered as the other foot could be very easily tickled out of the way. They were well and truly helpless. Helpless and fluffy. And the only thing more adorable than their squirming was the uproarious laughter and wonderful facial expressions from the bunny himself. The electric brush felt more tickly than he thought possible, especially right on his pudgy arches.

The kids took delight in another 10 minutes of bunny foot tickling before they gave him another chance to speak. “Going to give us them yet? You know I could tickle you all night, you adorable little bun...”
The amount of expert taunting and torture they were administering to Baito was ridiculous, and it made him wonder whether they were some kind of professional tickle torturers or something. At least he thought it was a better profession than pickpocketing, but he didn't have time to ponder the ethics of child criminals when he was being actively attacked by two of them.

“No...n-no im not giving you them, but please...just...do something else... Beat me up or something I dont care just stop tickling me!”

The young child gasps, “We would NEVER hurt a defenceless bunny like you! I'm offended that you think we would stoop that low...”

“But this IS your last chance to agree without being tickled...” The other child says, “Refuse now and I'll just keep tickling you all night with no breaks until you agree...and you'll have to try shouting your surrender through your laughter!”

Baito was weakened (very heavily) but he was not broken....yet. He was a top worker, and he absolutely could not go against the rules just because two delinquents tickle tortured him.

“Please, kid...just...just let me go...” He tried to reason, putting on his cutesy kawaii eyes with little animated hearts emerging around his head, in order to convince them to show mercy.

“Hmmmmmm..................no.”

Before the bunny could take another breath, his feet were back to suffering some merciless, torturous tickles, albeit this time with the boy's fingers as opposed to any tool. Fingers may not be as rough as a brush, but this boy clearly knew his stuff when it came to precision. His arches were targeted specifically, the ticklish tingling surging through the length of his feet and even up his legs, as his giggling grew into full laughter within seconds, and soon, into quiet hysterics.

“Tickle tickle tickle...give us what we want or we'll never stop playing with these ticklish feet!”

Baito now actually believed them when they said they wouldn't stop. Why would they stop? They were having the time of their lives tormenting the ticklish bunny. He knew full well that his feet were soft and adorable, he just didn't want to believe it, because that just emphasised how much of a pleasure it was for the boy to wiggle his fingers into those sensitive soles.

The bunny was broken. The only thing he could even think about anymore was how intense the tickling on his feet was, and it STILL managed to get worse with every passing second. He didn't care any more...he had to surrender.

“AAHAHAHAHAHSTHAHAHAHAP ILL GIHIHHIVE THEHEHEM TO YOUHOHOHOHOH!!!!” Baito gave up. He couldn't handle any more, and he would much rather suffer a discipline procedure from his boss than even a second more of this – at least the company's official discipline policy was verbal rather than physical.

“Thanks, rabbit!” The two kids stood up...however they didn't stop their assault on Baito, carrying him and continuing to tickle him as they walked over to the information desk. “I think we'll need at least about 20 each...”

The kids finally dropped the attendant when they reached the desk. Quite literally, letting go of him and making him bang his head on the floor, although quite honestly that was some vague relief to him in comparison. Without any hesitation, but with a lot of embarrassment and humiliation, he went behind the desk and picked out 40 free play tokens, shoving them into the hands of the victorious children as fast as he could.

“Here! Here, take them!” He shouts, panting heavily and exhausted, “Just please, leave, please...”

“Of course!” The two kids said in unison, smiling widely as if they hadn't just extorted their tokens from the poor rabbit. “Oh, by the way, we snuck in there and looked at the work rota earlier – so we know exactly when you finish work...and which way you go home, hehe...so we might be asking you for some more when we run out!”

As if he couldn’t get any more annoyed, now Baito was being held under some kind of extortion racket by these two little kids. They shoved their tokens into their pockets and made their way to the door.

“Hey, er, excuse me? You are still carrying my shoes!” Baito shouted to them after spotting his uniform footwear still in one of the boys' hands.

“Sorry, we are keeping these! You look cuter without them, hehe...”

“Oh COME ON!! They are company issued, I'll have to pay for them!”

“Well...good luck!” By that point, the door had closed behind the two kids, leaving the barefoot bunny by himself. He was looking forward to being happy when they left, but this obviously wasn't his night. Walking across the carpet, which was rougher than he thought, and occasionally hurting himself by stepping on pixel badges that had been left on the floor, he felt very blushy and embarrassed indeed to be walking around his workplace with bare paws, but he just had to try and ignore it as much as he could.

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At 1pm the next day, business was once again booming at the Badge Arcade, the refurbishment and maintenance being successful despite having to be significantly rushed. Unfortunately, the attendant on duty was not in quite as high spirits as the customers. Overworked and exhausted and getting barely any sleep between shifts, he had received a good talking-to by the boss about giving away the free tokens, and not getting photographs of the unruly youths as is company policy. Luckily, the boss was forgiving about the loss of the company-issued shoes, as they were covered against theft. However it would take three days for a new pair to be delivered, and until then, the attendant had no choice but to keep his fluffy pink paws on show to the entire arcade. He was visibly stressed.

Baito was a favourite of many of the arcade's frequent customers and many of them noticed his stress, giving the bunny some small gifts and trying to comfort him as soon as they saw his upset face. The love for the customers was soon cut short however, as he saw two familiar faces enter the door. The two kids from last night had, of course, come to spend their free tokens. And they seemed to take pride in walking straight up to the sales bunny.

“Hi there, rabbit~” One of the kids said, before the other kid continued, “You still up for teaching us how to use the new machines?”

The sheer arrogance of it! The entitlement! Baito had never been even slightly angry with a customer before, never mind this raging. But he didn't really have any choice. After all, they wouldn't even have to go to the effort of removing shoes if they wanted to torment him this time...

“Oh by the way, we might be here for a while...” One of the children smirked, “After we use all these tokens, we got 40 pounds selling those shoes of yours at the market this morning!”

Resisting the urge to throw his container of carrot juice into the kid's face, Baito gritted his teeth and followed them to the badge catchers. As he was walking, he couldn't help but notice a young girl pointing at his paws from across the room and talking to her friend. The parts of the conversation he could make out over the noise were “Aww, look at his cute little bunny feet!” and “I wanna tickle them!” He was going to make a conscious effort to avoid her....and probably a lot of other people, given the amount that seemed to be enamoured with staring at his toes.

This was going to be a very stressful day of work indeed....
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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I dunno why the US/Europe Badge Arcades dont name the bunny, but for those who aren't already aware, this bunny is named Baito in Japan.

Why is it that characters who wear shoes are always the ones I get the most fetishy thoughts about? I'd pay, like £10 if there was an option on the Badge Arcade to get the bunny to take his shoes off :P

But until then, here is a story of what happens when some unruly children don't get the free plays they want, and have a rather evil plan for how to extort them from the adorable sales bunny.

Please do comment about what you thought, as I have a few more ideas for Baito-kun based tickle stories and if this is received well ill write them in the future.

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hegyak
8 years, 2 months ago
Yes.  I like this.  I want his paws but no, he wears shoes.  More please.
TortureDragon
8 years, 2 months ago
Thanks :D Yeah those shoes need to be removed hehe
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