(DISCLAIMER: I know a lot of you have wanted another Klonoa ticklefic from me x3 I just want to point out that this is unrelated to my previous one and is about pre-DtP Klonoa, so the younger child version of him. As a result, it doesn't feature any sexual material but it is about a young child being tickle tortured so if that stuff makes you wary then don't read xP)
With a big wide smile on his face, Klonoa looked around at the tall trees around him as he strolled through the woodland near to his home. The young cabbit, wearing his usual red shorts and collar along with his Pac-Man hat, had gone on a walk to a field on the edge of the village for something to do on this sunny day, but he seemed to have taken a wrong turn. After a walk through the woods of about thirty minutes or so, he was hoping to reach the bright, sunny field, but instead he came out at a pretty rocky path of hills and caves, a part of the wind village that he had never come to before.
Klonoa looked around once more, the location he had reached still unfamiliar to him, before he decided to walk around a little, hoping to get some sense of his bearings and maybe find the field nearby. The location seemed to be difficult to get around, the rocks being large enough to require some climbing ability to get over that the tiny Klonoa didn't have. The path seemed to be completely barren apart from dirt and some leaves that crunched beneath the boy's heavy shoes, no grass to be seen anywhere. Eventually, he admitted defeat to himself. He had definitely gotten lost. He looked backwards at the woodland path that had led him here and began to walk back, just hoping that he could retrace his steps and avoid getting himself any more lost.
But, just as he began to walk away, he heard a noise coming from behind him. Looking back at the rocks, he spotted a figure emerging from behind one of them. The children from the other villages may have been wary of talking to strangers, but Breezegale seemed to have no unfriendly characters residing in it at all, and Klonoa had always been an outspoken and friendly kid. So he didn't hesitate to approach the slow-moving figure and ask him for directions.
“Hi mister! I think I'm pretty lost, do you know the way to the field at the edge of the village from here?” Klonoa asked as the figure came more into his view. The man seemed to be of adult age, looked pretty strong and covered in grey fur. He wore cream-coloured overalls and shorts and large black boots, and had long droopy ears, albeit not quite as long as Klonoa's. His expression seemed to be one of suspicion and confusion, but that still didn't put off the young cabbit from still smiling wide at him.
“Who are you, boy? I ain't seen ya round these parts before...” The older man said, staring Klonoa up and down.
“Oh I'm real sorry to intrude, mister! I'm from about a half hour away near the windmill. I was lookin' for the big field but I think I took the wrong way through the forest, hehe...” He replies, smiling in jokey embarrassment.
“Ohhhh...” The man replies, “I see...”
An awkward silence ensues, in which the man seems to smirk a little at Klonoa, who in turn awkwardly smiles back and attempts to break the silence before being interrupted.
“Um...so do you happen to-”
“You're in luck boy! The field's just around these caves here! Come, follow me and I'll show ya the way!”
“Oh really? Thank you, sir! I'd really appreciate it!” Klonoa's ears wiggled a little with happiness as he assumed he hadn't gotten quite as lost as he'd first feared. He showed no reluctance in beginning to follow the man around the rocky caves. As he was following the very helpful but very slow-moving man, he attempted to make friendly conversation, happy and interested to meet somebody from a part of the village he'd never been to.
“So, do you live around here, mister?”
“Ohh...I think you know that yourself, boy, hehehe...”
“Erm...do I?” Klonoa was rather confused at the guy's weird behaviour. He had an odd smirk on his face that the innocent boy couldn't realise was a sign of something a little more sinister. What was even weirder was that the man didn't offer any response to the boy's query whatsoever, creating even more confusion. The next couple of minutes were rather quiet, with Klonoa struggling to say anything instead of pondering why the guy thought he knew him already. “A-are you a friend of my grandpas?”
Eventually the two of them reached an enclosed cave that the man led Klonoa into. The boy simply assumed that it would be a short cut through to the field. Only when they were walking through the dimly lit cave did the man eventually respond.
“No boy, I'm not a friend of many of the people in this village. They just all seem to want something from me. They all wanna know why my crops are so good every year. Oh, hang on a minute, boy, just wait riiight there...”
“Oh, so you are a farmer?” Klonoa said, doing as told without question and standing still in the middle of the cave, which was actually the man's home. The strange man edged to the side of the boy and picked up a length of rope from a nearby table, but this went unnoticed. “I know a lotta farmers back home, I'm sure they would all love to talk to you about crops!”
“Oh yeah, they would...but they all know I won't say anything about 'em... So they send their damn kids to try and spy on me...”
“Uh...really? None of the other kids have mentioned that, mister...”
“They think I won't dare do anything to their precious kids, but you caught me on a bad day, boy...” The man giggled to himself as his smirk grew even wider. Before he could even move back slightly, the man had grabbed Klonoa's hands and forced them behind his back.
“Uh...Whaa!? H-hey! What are you doing, mister!” Klonoa shouted, his eyes opening wide as he felt rough rope being wrapped around his wrists after they were forced behind him.
“You got unlucky boy! If you think you could outsmart me and get at my crops then you ain't too smart!”
“WHA?! I-I-I-I don't wanna get at your crops sir! I got lost! I wanted to go to the field at the other side of the village! Honest, mister!”
“Yeah, sure~ You got scared when I caught ya snooping around and thought you'd make that up to try and get outta your mess...” The man had no problem tugging on Klonoa's tied arms to pull him over to a pole at the side of the cave. Forcing the boy to sit down, he tied his wrists around the pole, trapping him. “But you've got yerself in some real big trouble now! Heehee!”
“Wha..no! Please I promise you're wrong!” The young, innocent Klonoa was completely unprepared for how he was being handled by the older man. Now sitting down on the cold floor, the man dragged over a small wooden bench and forced the boy's legs on top of it, holding some more rope in his other hand which he began to wrap just above the ankles. “Ngh! What are you doing! What do you want from me!?”
The man giggled all the way through the process of binding the young boy. At the end of it, Klonoa could only struggle and squirm as his wrists were trapped behind the pole and his legs had been lifted up and tied tightly to the wooden bench. His big shoes paddled in mid-air as he tried pointlessly to get out of the rope.
“Hehe you ain't goin' anywhere soon boy! I'll tell ya what I want...” He takes a seat on the ground to the side of Klonoa as he speaks, “I wanna know which of those mean adults in the village sent you here...”
“I came here by myself! I always go out in the mornings, my grandpa trusts me to go places on my own!”
“Oh, so it's your grandpa who sent you here then, boy?”
“No! My grandpa doesn't...doesn't know I'm here!” Klonoa paused for a moment as he said that, the reality of the situation setting in for him. The man had him tied up real tight in this weird cave. Nobody could come and find him if he ended up being trapped here forever~
“Sure, boy, of course... Then who does know?”
“Hehehehe...” The man giggled, “I guess then...it's time for the fun to begin.”
“F-fun!? What fun?” Klonoa responded, confused, “You know I'd have more fun if I wasn't tied up like this!”
The man moved down a little, to where Klonoa's big feet were pointing in the air. Slowly, he began to play with the laces on the big brown shoes he was wearing, unfastening them and loosening the shoes.
“I don't wanna hurt a young boy like you...” The man said, as he finished untying one shoe and began to untie the other, “So I need a more inventive method of interrogation...” Once the laces were untied on both of the shoes, the man gripped onto the left shoe and slowly pulled it off, revealing the pure white sock that the boy was wearing underneath. He then did the same with the other shoe, just as slowly, revealing both of Klonoa's socks.
“Hey! What are you doing with my shoes? I need those!” Klonoa protested as he wiggled his socked feet around.
“Oh no, on the contrary. For this interrogation, you need to be shoeless...” The man smirked even wider than before and lifted one finger up, which he then lowered towards the right foot of the cabbit. Slowly and gently, he stroked his fingertip up the socked sole. A light, high-pitched giggle already escaped from Klonoa's mouth even at just that slight stroke, but the biggest giggle in the room was the sadistic one given by his captor. “Heehee...perfect...” He said, as he admired his ticklish captive boy.
“Please don't do that mister it tickles!”
“Oh really, does it tickle, does it, boy?” The stranger uses all five of the fingers on one of his hands to rake up and down the length of Klonoa's socked feet a few times. Every rake resulted in a huge squeal from the boy and a frantic squirm, including the strained clenching of his feet and toes against his attacker's fingers. “Ooh yes, you have some super ticklish feet right there, don'cha boy?”
“Heheheheheehee!! Stop it please! Leave my feet alone, mister!” Klonoa squealed, a huge smile forcing itself across his face as he felt the tingles in his feet fade.
“You'd better admit who sent you here, boy, or else you're in for a nice, long...rough tickle session right on those feet~” The older captor teased and wiggled his fingers just an inch above Klonoa's socked feet as a threat.
“I promise I'm not lying, sir! I'll leave you alone and go home if you let me out!”
“Yeah, right...Let's tickle your feet a little hmm?”
“Nooohohohohohohohoh!!” Klonoa began to laugh and giggle from the first stroke, as the captor's wiggling fingers lowered to make contact with his soles, only a thin layer of soft fabric between the prodding fingers and the boy's ultra-sensitive feet. His fingers wiggled fairly softly and gently, but enough to really create a good tingle all over those feet. It was a good job that his socks felt nice and soft, because his toes were wiggling and curling extremely vibrantly within them.
“Cootchie cootchie cootchie coo~” The captor said as he continued to wiggle his fingers all over his captive boy's feet. He eventually stopped, but Klonoa got no relief, as he saw his captor pick up a long metal contraption from a nearby table. “You learnt your lesson yet?”
“Y-yes! But I still promise I'm not lying!”
“You wanna feel this on your feet?” He lifted the contraption up to Klonoa, allowing him to see that it was a long and pointy-looking fork. “You got some real soft soles, I'd hate to see how hard you laugh with this on them. Oh hang on, no, actually I'd like to see that~”
Without even giving the cabbit a chance to defend himself again, the captor stroked the fork firmly down his left sole, resulting in a huge loud squeal coming from the cute boy's mouth. Exactly the same happened again when the fork was stroked down his right sole.
“Here's the deal – you tell me which one of them sent you, and I let ya go.” The captor said, beginning to gently rake the fork down each of Klonoa's socks in succession and making him giggle and flex his feet involuntarily. “However, if you want to continue bein' stubborn, then those socks of yours...are comin' off.”
Klonoa panicked a little, barely able to stand the touch of the metal fork against his feet through his decently thick socks. The layer of protection his socks were offering him was the only thing stopping him from going insane from the tickling sensation. Barefoot, he had no chance. He had to plead one last time.
“Listen, sir! I absolutely promise, I swear that what I'm saying is true! This is all just a misunderstanding! I didn't mean to come here!!”
The captor hesitated for a moment, offering Klonoa some sense that possibly, just maybe, he was about to accept the boy's explanation and end the interrogation. But then the man makes his judgment clear. He grips onto Klonoa's toes and in one swift movement, swipes the white sock upwards, revealing the boy's soft, helpless, bare foot. Klonoa wiggles and squirms his toes cutely as soon as his foot is bared, blushing helplessly in his ropes as he feels a slight breeze emphasise the newfound vulnerability. The captor smirks and lifts the fork up once again, giving his victim no time at all to brace himself before he stroked it sideways across his feet. First on the socked foot, then on the bare foot. It felt bad enough through the sock but when he felt it make contact with his bare sole for the first time, it made him squeal in ticklish horror. His toes clenched almost painfully tightly in an attempt to soothe the tingling.
“You wanna talk or you wanna lose the other sock?” The captor said. He looked at Klonoa for two seconds exactly, and when the boy hadn't responded in that time, he gripped the socked foot and got ready to bare it.
“Oh no...no no please mister! Leave them alone!”
The captor took the other sock off a lot more slowly this time, savouring the ticklish cabbit's fear and anticipation as his last semblance of protection from the tickles was removed. Upon throwing away that sock, the stranger watched as Klonoa curled and wiggled the toes of his bare feet nervously, rubbing them together to try and soften the ticklish sensations that were still running through them. His feet were pure white, contrasting with the black fur of his legs and almost making it look like he was wearing socks anyway. But of course, the sight of his cute pudgy toes wiggling gently made it clear that those feet were completely vulnerable and defenceless.
“Bet'cha feel a lot more nervous and sensitive with those bare feet on show, hmm boy?”
“Puh...please...mister, I don't want my feet to get tickled anymore!”
“I figured...so does that mean you're gonna talk?”
“No! I can't talk! I don't know what you are talking about!”
“Tut tut...” The situation soon worsens as the captor chooses the first tool he will use on both of Klonoa's exposed feet – a long, fluffy, black feather. “You're being a very disobedient boy...and disobedient boys get tickles on their bare feet!”
He takes sadistic glee in moving the feather very slowly towards the bare soles of his young victim. Klonoa moved his feet in front of each other in succession, shielding one sole from the other from the impending feather, but he knew deep down that would be completely useless. When the feather made contact, he could only sit there, feel the fibres of it slowly move down his vulnerable bare sole...and laugh to his tickler's pleasure.
“Tickle tickle tickle on those ticklish feet...” The sadist teases as he skilfully moves the feather all around the young cabbit's feet, going all around his soles, teasing the arches and tormenting the toes. Loud, uproarious laughter completely filled the room as the feet squirmed from side to side, trying vainly to protect one sole using the other, but the kid couldn't cope with the feather on one sole for long before he moved it out of the way to get at the foot behind.
“You gonna talk yet?”
“Fair enough...” The tickler's feather then began to really focus on the boy's wiggling and curling toes, tormenting them as much as possible. Sliding between them, stroking across and around them, forcing them to wiggle against the fibres even more for extra tingling. The verbal teasing was bad, but the worst taunt was that Klonoa could see his shoes and socks on the floor just next to him. Shoes and socks that would make a tool as simple as a feather completely useless, but without them, the feather was ruthless.
The laughter filling the room increased in volume gradually and eventually received a huge volume boost when the tickler picked up the metal fork once again and began stroking it on the pure white soles, whilst the feather continued to torture his toes at the same time. Klonoa tried to keep still but was faced with a dilemma – if he squirmed and wiggled, he was probably forcing his own feet against the tools harder, but if he kept still, he was keeping his feet stretched and taut – making them twice as sensitive and ticklish.
The feather and fork were both completely merciless on Klonoa's soft feet, but as much as the tickler didn't want to, he had to give the boy another chance to catch his breath and talk. It was only fair.
“I-I...I'm telling you...I haven't been sent here...by anyone...” Klonoa defended himself, wiggling his poor tickled toes around to soothe the tingles as he caught his breath, “Please...you...gotta believe me!”
The tickler turned away from the boy at that point, rummaging around on a table and picking up something else. Something that looked a lot bigger than a feather. He didn't even speak, leaving Klonoa to simply keep begging and pleading some more. As he moved back to his captive, it was clear that he was in fact holding some feathers – arranged in a wheel formation. In fact, he had two of those, which he placed on the bench right in front of the bare white feet.
“You like the look of these? My old trusty feather rollers. A lot of you boys think you're indestructible because no one would dare hurt you, but, these spinning against your feet is real torture, trust me~”
Klonoa simply shivered a little at the sight of the feather rollers. Automated machines designed just to tickle his bare feet without any sense of mercy. Right now, his worst nightmare. But it was clear his captor wanted to know something that he also didn't know – so he was completely out of luck, and had to simply wait in silence for the rollers to be activated against his soles.
“Seems you still don't wanna talk. Oh you will, trust me. Let's start the rollers!”
With a click of a button, a series of small white feathers begin to make their journey around the wheel, and across Klonoa's soles in a slow swipe. There were enough feathers in the wheel for about four or five to touch the feet at the same time, something the poor boy just couldn't stand at all. His laughter returned back to full volume within a matter of seconds, and his feet attempted to squirm away, but there was no way away from those feathers. They were long enough to stroke Klonoa no matter how far back he curled his soles up, and wide enough to still tease his soft arches when he splayed his feet outwards. There was no escape.
“Hehe you'd better talk boy! Those rollers ain't gonna stop until I'm satisfied! You think your little feet can handle a few hours of tickle torture, hmm?”
No response was forthcoming to the captor's teasing, as his victim was far too busy escalating his laughter into hysterics. But the devious stranger was sure that those hysterics could escalate even further, into adorable screams of laughter. So he moved up to Klonoa's upper body and wiggled his fingers once again, before placing them onto his bare tummy and giving a good tickle to that soft spot. The innocent little boy was now being tickle tortured on his tummy and feet helplessly, and could barely think straight from the amount of laughter he was producing. It was like his entire body was tingling with ticklish energy which was bursting out of his muzzle in the form of screaming laughter. Tears ran down the cabbit's eyes as he simply tried his best to withstand his torturous tickle torment.
Klonoa's tearful laughs eventually became silent, and the captor began to have genuine doubts about whether he was telling the truth or not. An innocent boy like him had no chance of being this resistant with information. With Klonoa's sensitivity, he should have spoken long before the socks were removed. After a little hesitation, and the appearance of genuine concern about his ticklee's health, the man slowed the tickling down to a stop, pulled the roller away, and allowed Klonoa to regain his breath.
“Sooo....let me get this straight. You don't know anything about what I'm talking about, you talked to me to genuinely ask me for directions, is that what you are saying?”
“Y-yes...yes...yes that is right...I...I didn't want to be here...” Klonoa says, panting dramatically as he took back his breath, “I promise mister...please, don't tickle me anymore...”
The older man had to admit defeat. If Klonoa did really get sent here to spy, then he wasn't going to admit it any time soon, even as he suffered tremendous tickle torture, and the man could not under any circumstances use more severe torture on such a young and distressed little boy. It was appearing to be very likely indeed, that he was telling the truth. But, at the same time, he had trespassed on the stranger's home. That could just about act as justification for the extreme tickling, but this old man was still evil despite him putting a stop to the current torture. He had far too much fun today to simply let Klonoa go...
“OK, boy, I believe you. I apologise for accusing you of lying to me...”
“Thank you sir! I'm very grateful, if you could just please loosen my ropes-”
“BUT...” the man interrupted, his devious smirk returning once again. “Your grandpa wouldn't be very happy if he found out you were trespassing on my property would he?”
“N-no...but I didn't mean to!”
“Accidental trespassing is still trespassing, boy. But...I think we can work something out so that nobody else has to know about this...”
“Work something out? Uh, sure, I guess!” Klonoa smiled again, mainly just happy that this ordeal was over for now.
“I need someone to help me out tending to the crops~ I can trust an innocent little boy like you to come here once a week to help out, cant I? And of course to keep everything here a secret...”
“Uh, sure!” Klonoa's ridiculous innocence led him to immediately agree to weekly unpaid work for someone who had just spent the morning torturing him against his will. “I can do that if it's only once a week!”
“Of course, mister...uh, as long as you let me out of these ropes..and give me my shoes and socks back...”
A week passed, and Klonoa found himself back at the stranger's cave. This time, he was actually taken through to the other side of the cave, to the field that the man owned. It was even bigger than the one he had originally intended to go to, and indeed the crops were ripe and plentiful.
“Hey there, boy, I'm glad to see ya! I could really do with a hand pickin' up some of these vegetables.”
“No problem, mister, I'll get to it!” Klonoa responded, slightly apprehensive of the stranger still but reasonably sure he wasn't going to tie him up again. Just as he walked towards the field, he was stopped by the man's voice.
“Ah ah ah! One more thing, boy... Take those shoes and socks off.”
“Wh-what?” Klonoa's eyes widened again in disbelief, “Why?”
“No reason really. I just think walkin' barefoot all day would do a boy like you some good, hehehe...”
Klonoa thought about arguing but tried to stay on a positive outlook and thought that maybe walking barefoot might be relaxing, at least a lot more relaxing than having them tickled. He unlaced his shoes and slipped his socks off to reveal his white feet to the stranger again, before walking out to the field, feeling the warm ground beneath his soles.
“Don't worry if those feet get a lil' dirty...I can clean 'em for ya when you are done...”
As the barefoot boy walked out into the sun, he looked back and saw on the ground a large bucket of water and a very large scrubbing brush. He swallowed nervously, kinda hoping he wouldn't be feeling too much dirt beneath his ticklish feet...