(DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle torture fetish story featuring Pokemon(specifically, Buizel and Meowth). It features an interrogation/captivity scenario and moderate bondage, so if that puts you off then turn away now.)
In the middle of the forest, far away from where any other Pokemon lived and hidden in many trees and bushes, was one very large house that belonged to a rich Meowth. Surrounded by a wonderfully flowery garden, the house was unknown to most, except for a few that were aware of the owner’s wealth and valuable possessions. As a result, the Meowth had become heavily paranoid – although no thieving Pokemon had attempted to steal his possessions yet, he thought it was only a matter of time. No Pokemon ever even went near his house due to it’s location. But today, one was unlucky enough to do so.
The Meowth was in his basement, which he had filled up with a collection of tools and equipment to detain any thieves who he catches in his house. Today, he was alerted by sounds coming from his garden, and to his dismay he spotted a sheepish, suspicious Buizel wandering through. He kept an eye on him for a while, but the Buizel stayed in the garden, occasionally looking over at the house, for a good fifteen minutes. He wasn’t in the garden any more, of course...because the Meowth had him securely detained in the basement. Although he wasn’t caught stealing, there was no other reason at all that the Buizel would be there. The Meowth was certain he had caught a thief just in the nick of time, before he gained access to the house.
“Wake up, thief!”
The Buizel was splashed across the face with a bucket of water, as he was still asleep long after he had been caught. Meowth didn’t knock him out or anything – he simply grabbed him quite roughly, and the Buizel seemed to pass out there and then out of panic. But now, he woke up very quickly.
“Huh!? Wh-what was that!?” the sudden splash made the Buizel very aware of their unfortunate surroundings. He couldn’t move his arms or legs, as they were in some kind of restraint. His wrists felt like they were tightly bound with rope, and his ankles were trapped in some kind of wooden block with two holes in the middle. Looking around him, he was in a very bare and basic room – no wallpaper, just brick walls, a few cupboards and drawers, and whatever chair-like contraption he was currently trapped in. And of course, an annoyed-looking Meowth stood in front of him. “Who are you!? Let me go!”
“Ha! Who am I? As if you don’t know!”
“I...er...I don’t know! You’re a Meowth, but I’ve never seen you before...I mean, I’m not from round here...”
“You water types are always terrible at lying! I’m askin’ the questions here, who are you and why did you come here!?”
“I-I can explain! My name is Damo!” he explained. The short and stubby Buizel was usually recognisable by the glasses he wore (although they were currently left behind in the garden), however he also had a high-pitched and soft voice, differing from most other Buizels he knew who were rather deep-voiced. “I just got lost around here because I came out further on my walk than I usually do! I didn’t mean to go into your garden, I thought it was still the forest!”
“That’s a pretty bad excuse! So you just happened to ‘get lost’ in my garden for a full 15 minutes, hmm, Dar-mo?”
“Well, I was looking at the flowers! And you have a nice house too...but if I knew the flowerbeds were your property I would have left! Also it’s pronounced Day-mo-”
“Likely story! You thieves just have to make it so much harder for yourselves, dont’cha?” Meowth angrily replied, “Well, we’ll see! You types think you’re so tough until you’ve undergone a little torture...”
“T-torture??” Damo gulps nervously and struggles more in his restraints.
“Pfft, don’t freak out, I ain’t gonna beat ya up or anything! Besides, you’re comfy in those stocks, aint’cha?”
“Not really...then what are you gonna do!?” Damo continued to panic, sweating a little with anxiety.
“Heh...well there’s a reason I put ya in foot stocks...”
Damo looked down at his feet, or at least, the wooden block restraining his feet. He could only just about see the tips of his toes poking out from above the stocks, which he wiggled a little.
“A...are you gonna do something to my feet?” Damo said, anxiously.
“It’s pretty well known that all Pokemon have ticklish feet! And yours are pretty cute, if I do say so...”
“I...I don’t know- I mean, I don’t have ticklish feet!” Damo blushed a little involuntarily.
“Well you’ve been sneakin’ around my property with those feet, so I ain’t gonna treat ‘em kindly!” Picking up a feather from a nearby cupboard, the Meowth paces around the captive Buizel, circling him as he talks softly. “You think I’m some kinda crazy sadist or something, don’t ya? Just because I tied you up here… Well I’m only doing what I hafta do! I’m not letting thieves get away with it when they come to my house! All I want is for you to tell the truth, what did you come here to steal!”
“N-nothing! I’m serious, I was lost!”
“Hmm, we’ll see if you’re saying the same thing in a little while… in the meantime though~” The Meowth stands just to the side of the Buizel’s stocked feet and slowly lowers the feather towards him. “Let’s give you a lil’ tickle on those cute feet~”
“No! Get away from mehehe! Hehehe! D-dohohon’t!!” Damo continues to argue his case, but it becomes much harder when the Meowth’s feather makes contact and begins stroking delicately along the captive orange-furred footpaws that lay in the stocks. It certainly wasn’t an intense tickle, but Damo’s paws were rather sensitive, and so it was still a huge tease to him. Just a couple of strokes more and his toes were wiggling adorably.
“You’re a cute lil’ thief, I’ll give you that~” Meowth taunted as he manoeuvred the feather slowly around the trespasser’s sole pads.
“It-ihihit tihickles! Ihihihi’m nohohot lyiing!!”
“I’m only just getting started on you!” The feather increases its speed and it’s coverage, stroking all around the Buizel’s soft, sensitive soles and across his toes too. His feet squirmed rather violently, but there was no escape for them. He could splay and wiggle his toes, but that simply made them more vulnerable to the feather sliding between them. He could hide one foot behind the other for protection, but it wasn’t very comfortable as he had to stretch his feet across the stocks to do so. Besides, it just made things much worse for the poor ticklish foot in front.
“How much does that tickle? You won’t confess so you’re gonna keep getting it on those little feet until you do!” The Meowth smirked sadistically.
“P-pleahehehease! Stoop! Nohohot my feehehehet!!”
“Yes, your feet! The feet that nearly trod on my flowers!”
The feathering continued on Damo’s bound bare feet for a while, with the occasional break for him to be verbally interrogated more. But no progress was made – he was persistently explaining his innocence, no matter how much tickle torture his feet were being put through.
“I can tell you are insistent. That’s okay, just means I have to make things a little more...persuasive~” The Meowth goes into his cupboard and fetches a small length of cloth from it.
“Persuasive? Of what?! I’m not lying!” Damo replies, trying to look behind him as his captor walks around. However, within a few seconds, he finds himself with no sight at all, as the cloth is wrapped around his head. “H-hey!”
“Don’t get shouty now! I just figure you’ll feel a little more helpless if you are blindfolded...means I can be sure whether you are telling the truth or not~” Meowth tied the blindfold behind Damo’s head tightly so that the cloth completely prevented his vision. With his prisoner bound and blindfolded, things can be a lot more intense...but he wanted it to be even more so. “And while I’m here I’m gonna stop those pesky feet from moving around so often too!”
Previously able to move his feetpaws around freely, Damo soon felt something thin and rough wrap around his two big toes, pulling them together and backwards a bit to the top of the stocks. His toes were being tied with string, and although he rapidly wiggled and splayed the to try and prevent the restraint, he soon found his feet much more vulnerable than they were previously. Once his captor had properly attached the string to the top of the stocks, his big toes were pulled back uncomfortably, stretching his soles back a lot and making them taut. His feet squirmed, but they could only gently wiggle.
“Y-you’re evil! You don’t have any proof that I’ve done wrong! You can’t torture me like this!”
“What’s wrong, panicking? I’m only tickling your feet, It’s hardly corporal punishment!”
“Y-yes it is! You make it sound playful but you are torturing me! And you’re enjoying it!”
“Yeah...I guess I am!” As the captor converses with Damo, he picks up his next choice of tool, which of course Damo cannot see. With the blindfold on him, the element of surprise could easily be used against him.
“At least loosen whatever you’ve put on my toes! It’s really tighIIHIHI!!” The Buizel’s speech quickly turns into a yelp, as the Meowth wastes no more time with chatter and gets to using the next tool straight away. The sensation surprised him, but it didn’t take long before Damo realised that there was now a brush being used on his feet. “Hehehehe nooo no! Stohohohohp!!”
The brush was a very stiff and rough one, and was quite large too, almost able to completely cover one foot at a time. This meant that the cruel yet soft teasing of the feather was replaced with a rough tickling all over his poor feet, which were of course now much more vulnerable and sensitive. Each of the bristles sent a devious ticklish tingle surging through his feet, especially the ones that brushed along his ultra-soft paw pads and the ones that made contact with his helpless big toes. Now that his toes were tied nice and tight, he had lost his only means of protection, which was to cover one foot up with the other. At least that had offered some brief relief from the feather treatment, but now both of his bare soles were exposed and helpless to the captor’s brush attack.
“You can confess anytime if you want it to stop, ya know~” The Meowth taunted as he moved the brush sadistically back and forth across Damo’s quivering, ticklish feet, not letting those bristles leave the surface for a single second. “You’re looking pretty ticklish there, I dunno if you can handle it...”
“IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT!!! STOHOHOHOHP!!” Damo pleaded through his loud laughter, his squirming getting a lot more vigorous the more the brush worked him over. The stocks even creaked a little with how much he was struggling, especially as his toes pulled against the string holding them back, desperate to curl up.
The hairbrush was already quite harsh from the first stroke across, but it was becoming unbearably intense for the poor Buizel, whose feet were completely helpless at the mercy of Meowth and his rough bristles. His ticklish soles were under attack with no way of protection, and all his toes could do was wiggle gently. The restraint around his big toes was seriously worsening the torture, since all he wanted to do was curl them up nice and tight and hide one foot behind the other. It wouldn’t have prevented the torture – but it would have helped a lot.
After truly going to town on poor Damo’s paws for a long time, the Meowth did eventually stop and give him another chance to stand up for himself.
“Come on! You know just as well as I do that you can’t take it! If you’re defeated by a little foot tickling then imagine what else I could do to ya if you keep stayin’ this stubborn!”
“I-I’m being honest! I promise!” Damo said, catching his breath and still squirming his toes as much as he could.
“Sure ya are...do I look stupid!?”
“N-no...but...” Damo thankfully resisted the temptation to give the immediate answer there, “But I promise! I was just lost, I know I shouldn’t have trespassed..Why would I even want to steal from you!?”
“Because you are jealous of my valuables! I bet you took one look at this house and just knew what was inside!”
“I’m really not the type! I’m not into fancy stuff!” Damo was becoming rather confrontational himself, struggling in his stocks out of annoyance, “Have you ever seen a Buizel that’s into all that, like, jewels and stuff? No of cour-”
“Jewels!?”
“Uhh...”
“...H-how do you know about my jewels!?!?”
“Uhh...w-what?”
“You just said you don’t care about jewels! But I never mentioned them! How do you know I collect jewels!?”
“B-but..”
“HOW!?”
“..B-but I was just speaking generally! Just guessing! What else would a rich-”
“And just when I was starting to believe you too! You little THIEF!”
“What!? No no! I was just saying an obvious example!” Damo defended himself loudly, but the Meowth seemed to already be rummaging through his cupboard again.
“Makin’ a fool of me, are ya, THIEF?” The Meowth angrily ranted, always shouting the word ‘thief’ five times louder than every other word, “I don’t treat stupid THIEVES like you lightly! You, THIEF, have just turned your interrogation...into a punishment!”
“Punishment!? Oh, please, you’ve gotta believe me! I was just sayin, I didn’t know!”
“Pfft...” The Meowth pulled out another piece of cloth and stood directly behind Damo. “Now that I know for sure you deserve this, there’s no need for you to try defendin’ yourself anymore! Besides, I’m gettin’ a little sick of your whiny voice, so...” With no warning, the Meowth wrapped the cloth around Damo’s mouth, forcing it in and tightening it at the back, securing it so that it was now gagging the Buizel.
“Mmph! Mpphh??!” Damo attempted to protest, but his voice was immediately muffled.
“There we are! Nice and quiet! And muffled laughter is just as sweet, hehehe...” The Meowth taunted, as he bared a claw on his finger and stroked it up Damo’s foot slowly, forcing newly softened giggles through his cloth gag.
“Mpphphphph!!!”
“Ooh, very nice~ But just using my fingers wouldn’t really be punishment now, would it?”
Damo couldn’t see the huge cruel smirk across the Meowth’s face, but the verbal taunting was bad enough. Between the two pieces of cloth restricting his vision and speech, a huge blush burned bright red on his cheeks. His free toes gently wiggled as they awaited their next fate, which came sooner than expected…
“MMPH!!” The surprised Buizel squealed through his gag as he felt something make contact with his feet again – except this time, it was much worse. Much pointier, much crueler, and very cold. It wasn’t just the initial poke too – the strange yet torturous sensation travelled slowly up his left foot and then down his right foot. He wouldn’t recognise the tool in the slightest if he could see it, but the Meowth was in the process of punishing his feet with a Wartenberg pinwheel. A small rolling wheel of pointy pins that aren’t quite sharp enough to hurt him, but are sharp enough to create the worst tickling sensation possible. Light and teasing, yet extremely torturous.
“You like that, thief!? Bet you’ve never felt anything like that on those feet of yours before, huh!” The Meowth made sure to continue the verbal teasing as he rolled the small pinwheel all around the defenceless feet that lay in the stocks. He didn’t want it to just be a physical punishment – he wanted the thieving Damo to feel embarrassed, humiliated. “You’re not gonna be sneaking around on those feet for quite a while~”
The noises coming from the blinded, gagged Buizel were a mixture of uproarious laughter, pathetic whining and some cute moaning, as he became much more easily tenderised now that more of his senses were cut off. Not only could he not see the tool that was tormenting his nerves, he couldn’t even beg for mercy. Soon, another pinwheel of the same size joined, and his struggling and laughter moved straight up to full force, his free toes somehow curling and splaying at the same time out of reflex, as his taut soles suffered the cruelty of the pointy pins rolling up and down at a rapid rate.
The pinwheel punishment went on for at least an hour, with Damo’s soles becoming a little red over time from the rough tickling. Eventually, the Meowth discovered that running the pinwheel over his sole pad drove him absolutely crazy, and so he sadistically targeted his soft pads regularly throughout the ordeal. After an hour, or what felt to Damo like a full evening, the pinwheels were lifted from his soles, and he was able to feel some sense of sweet relief again. He really badly wanted a foot massage around now though.
“I think you’ve learnt your lesson. I’ll let you go...” The Meowth says, causing a brief glimmer of hope to appear in the Buizel’s eyes, “...in the morning, I think.”
“Mmmpphh!!” the Buizel protested at the cruel taunt of freedom, but he didn’t struggle too much. He was far too exhausted to do so.
“While you are staying the night, I think I should keep you occupied! Don’t want you getting all bored and lonely down here while I’m asleep, do I?” Meowth smirked before attaching a device to the stocks. A thick and wide roller, covered completely in small feathery fibres, with a small control panel on the side. The roller device attached to the sides of the stocks perfectly and was easily adjusted so that it was resting upon the soles of the ticklish Buizel’s abused feet. A short confused giggle came from his mouth as he felt the roller making contact with him.
“Mmhhmph?!”
“Don’t panic, it’s nothing bad! In fact it will probably feel heavenly compared to the pinwheel...however it might get a little infuriating after a while. You’ll be in there for say...oh...nine hours? Before I let you go in the morning, so I’d recommend making yourself comfortable!”
Damo shook his head from side to side, pleading through his gag again, as he had no confidence in being able to cope with hours more of this torture. But his captor was far past the point of mercy, and smiled happily as he activated the roller machine, sending the fluffy feathers rolling over the whole length of the Buizel’s poor soles. Unlike the initial feathering, which caused a little struggle and giggle, the roller was putting those poor little poke-feet through tickle hell, since they had been tenderised quite significantly through the night. They were being stroked by at least thirty tiny, tiny feathers each second, and he could feel every last one sending the now-familiar sensation through his feet and now even through his whole body, which was squirming and fighting the restraints to no avail. He couldn’t even wiggle his toes much, as his big toes were still tightly tied back. All he could do was squirm and laugh, to the great pleasure of his captor.
As Damo heard the Meowth walking away and leaving him alone in the torture device, he attempted to try and endure the roller by blocking all ticklish thoughts out of his mind. But when he wasn’t thinking about the feeling at his feet, he was simply thinking of his own mistakes – how badly he got himself into more trouble through poor choice of words, and how he deeply regretted innocently taking a shortcut through the garden earlier in the day.
Shutting and locking the door to his basement dungeon behind him, the Meowth could still hear the faint sound of the Buizel’s suffering laughter through the walls, making him smirk with sadist pleasure as he enjoyed the thief’s torment. He felt stupid that he had ever given him the benefit of the doubt, and briefly believed that he was an innocent lost boy. But at least now his valuables were safe.
The Meowth walked into his bedroom to finally rest and immediately noticed that there was a chill in the air, like someone had left the window open. Before he could look over at the window though, his attention was caught by something significantly more concerning. His room, that he had left in pristine condition upon hearing the trespasser earlier that day, was now an absolute mess. Drawers were ransacked, cupboards turned over, even his bed was at an angle with the contents underneath strewn out all over the floor. But the Meowth didn’t care about the mess. He cared a lot more about the fact that the priceless jewels he displayed proudly had disappeared.
Running around frantically in the hope that the gems were still around somewhere, he ended up at his window, which was indeed wide open. A quick glance outside, and he saw a dark figure running off into the distance quickly. Furious and upset, the Meowth was now rethinking his plan to release his Buizel prisoner in the morning…
In the distance, a mile or so away, a group of Pokemon were meeting in a cave, awaiting the return of a Riolu who they had sent on a mission. The Riolu returned much quicker than they had expected, carrying a large bag.
“Well?” a Charmander asked, “Did you get the jewels?”
“Heh, with little effort!” The Riolu opened up his bag and revealed the multitude of valuable jewellery that he had stolen from the Meowth’s home, “I went through the entire house, he wasn’t anywhere to be seen!…
...there was a really strange laughter coming from somewhere though...weird.”
