Commission #24, Picture #2
For GammaEradon
Misha, the fox, was currently gazing along the display cases in the large, crowded mall. His hands were in his pants pockets and a look of soft interest was dawning his face with each new and strange thing he happened upon.
“Oh hey. Check this out. It’s a super hydrologic… coffee machine…” Misha had to lean in forward a bit in order to make out what the description said. On its own, it didn’t look like anything he’d seen before.
A lot of the stuff he and Amira, the ferret, were walking by didn’t even look like it belonged on this planet. Honestly, they seemed to be in the section of the mall on loan from the future.
Amira was rubbing her chin, observing this stuff. “Are you sure this is the way to the Cookies and Ice-Cream stand?”
“I’m almost half of the way towards fifty percent certain of it.” Misha responded with a light smile, looking forward.
Amira sighed and rolled her eyes a bit. She chuckled a second later though. It was admittedly kind of funny how he gave crooked answers like that. Sometimes they were purposefully nerdy and sometimes he was being completely serious.
Despite his occasional playfulness he was a bit of a dork though. Even now when they were looking for an Ice-Cream stand, he was eyeballing all of these weird devices. Not her though. She had only stopped them about six or seven times to check out something cool. Nothing close to his eleven or twelve times.
“Oh hey! Look at that!” Amira perked up and pointed forward. She had spotted a particularly super looking, futuristic chair.
Alright, eight times.
Misha’s eyes widened and he increased his pace, stopping before the chair and looking it over. “It’s… a chair…?”
“It’s a very futuristic looking chair.” Amira said, patting the seat. “Oh look, we can use it too. Have a seat and take a load off.”
“I… I’m… okay…?” Misha looked a bit apprehensive. Amira was a little too eager to push this on him. Perhaps this was a precaution in case it exploded or something. Then again, it might just be that she was being nice.
Yeah, she tended to play a few solid pranks. She teased him quite a bit. However, they knew each other well and sometimes a breather was nice. Relaxing sounded pretty good.
Misha flopped down onto the chair and shuffled a bit. This felt a little strange. This chair was a very oddly designed one. It didn’t seem to have a very big head rest. In fact, it stopped at just his back. Not only that but it had wheels and was fairly square looking.
“I’ve never seen a chair quite like this before…” Misha said, wiggling his bottom about on it, trying to see if he could get it to somehow feel comfortable.
Amira wasn’t really paying attention to Misha’s observations. Instead, she was looking about the chair, trying to see what was so special about it that made it an acceptable addition to this futuristic aisle of endless trinkets and devices.
She then found a label that spelled out the device’s name and smiled to himself. This was going to be good.
“Actually, I think I found how to make this a more comfortable chair. Sit tight.” Amira smirked and flipped the switch on.
“Oh really? Awesome. I’m expecting something pretty out there with a design like this.” Misha sighed. Then the button was pressed and suddenly, long and harsh looking robotic tentacles came out of it and wrapped around his legs, holding him in place. Misha blinked in confusion before looking down at himself and twitched. “I… well… this… is pretty strange I guess…”
Amira grinned and watched the tentacles get to work on what she saw it advertised as. Wouldn’t you know it, more tentacles came out with feathers pinched in its robot clamps. Suddenly, the feathers went around Misha and began tickling him all around his body!
There was a feather for his stomach, his armpits, both his feet, and more! Of course, they weren’t strictly positioned that way. The tentacles went up and down his body and all around the general area, making for an intense flurry of feathers that Misha clearly wasn’t prepared for.
Misha twitched and grunted. His eyes widened and then he began to giggle, unable to hold back for very long at all. Suddenly, he began bursting out in tremendous laughter, kicking his feet about as best he could move them in order to get away.
The robot claws saw that the feathers weren’t able to get through his shoes so they were removed and tossed aside. The desired affect was achieved when Misha started laughing even louder than before.
“GAAH! NO! NO! STOP! Okay! Turn it off!” Misha shouted and began letting his tears spew everywhere. The tickling commenced but the machine still saw areas where it wasn’t reaching as much contact with the skin as possible.
Amira watched this go on with her eyes wide as saucers. She began giggling herself, finding this rather hilarious. The machine started to remove his socks next. She watched with a hearty laugh as they were tossed to the side and the feathers got to work on his bare soles next!
“A-AMIRAAAAA~! TURN IT OOOOOOFF~!” Misha screamed, unable to see now that his tears were blocking out his eyes. He was yelling and screaming now, which attracted people to where they were. A small gathering of people was slowly starting to creep into view.
“Hmm…” Amira pretended to ponder what she should do. “Okay, okay. I’ll see what I can do…” She looked down at the controls and giggled again before looking up. Kids, teens, and some adults were starting to watch the machine work its magic on the distressed male fox. Amira had successfully put on a show for everyone. Excellent.
She cranked it up to Eleven.
Instantly the tickling increased to a pace that could only be achieved by a machine. No mortal hands could ever move as fast as this nor be as constant and on the move.
“BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA~!” The sound of Misha’s laughter rang aloud now. He was blushing as he was being ogled at by all the on lookers but even worse was the increasing ache in his bladder. When he noticed it, he immediately panicked and his thrusting and jerking got even more violent. Amira was momentarily confused by the sudden increase in desperation but got it the instant she saw a little wet stain appear on the front of Misha’s pants.
Amira grinned and walked on up to the fox, bending down and making sure to dodge the kicks headed her way before unzipping them.
“Don’t worry buddy. If I can’t turn the machine off, then I can definitely deliver on that promise I made to make you feel more comfortable.” Amira’s wicked smile sent a shiver down Misha’s spine that only increased the rate at which he needed to pee! This girl had tricked him again!
She quickly tugged down his pants and managed to get them off his flailing legs before wafting them about and sauntered around the back of the chair with a grin etched onto her face.
“There. Isn’t this nice? I for one feel at my most comfy when I don’t have to wear any pants. I assume it’s the same for you right?” Amira playfully said this as she held up the discarded clothes for the now laughing crowd to observe.
They had gotten into a fit of laughter that rang out just as loud as Misha’s now. With the fox down to his tighty whities with the baby blue elastic, it got even more frantic. When they noticed the growing wet spot on both the front of his undies and the puddle seeping onto the chair, they lost it and took out their phones.
Misha was blushing, laughing, crying, peeing, and all-around distressed. He couldn’t handle this anymore. As the flashes went off around him, his body exhausted itself with one last action.
Passing out.
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“Ugh… wh… what the…?” Misha opened his eyes and gasped when he saw Amira right before him, grinning at him with an ice-cream cone in her hand.
“Hey Misha. You’re awake!” She exclaimed with excitement. “I finally found the ice-cream stand! Isn’t that great?”
“A-Amira… y-you… jerk…!” Misha winced and fidgeted. “Get me OUT of this thing right now…!” He ordered.
“Okay, okay.” Amira sighed and went over towards the chair… however, her eyes spotted a kart with fresh cookies on it wafting by. “Oh! Hang tight Misha! I gotta get me some of that!”
She turned and accidently booted her leg against the on switch!
“AMIRA! NO! NOOOO~!” Misha panicked, wetting a bit more in fear as the feathers came back out. “WAAAAAAAH!” He screamed in fear before transitioning into an updraft of laughter as the feathers attacked his person yet again.
The Tickle Chair. A device that was created for the sole purpose of tickling someone. Why was it invented? Who knows? All that’s certain is that a significant group of people made good use of it that day.
Pictures of Misha in his hilariously wet and laughing state now dawned the phones of many a mall goer as well as a few internet blogs. Maybe this would be the catalyst needed to make the Tickle Chair go mainstream.
Only time would tell.
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5 years, 10 months ago
06 Jun 2018 08:58 CEST
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