(DISCLAIMER: This is a tickling fetish-based story involving bunny Pokemon. If you are not a fan of tickling or feet/paws (or bunnies) then do not read.)
The sun shone brightly over the ocean, illuminating the waves, islands and ships that covered the seven seas each and every day. Pokemon of all sizes and species made a living as pirates in this part of the world, with some of the largest ships holding the most vicious and feared pirate crews to ever set sail.
The SS Lapine was not one of those ships. Although fairly sized, it was definitely not a ship that anyone would ever tell tales of. A crew of only three strong, led by a Cinderace who would only allow himself to be known as 'Captain', the Lapine was a ship of traders hunting for the biggest treasure of the seas - although normally they were lucky just to earn enough for their supply of carrots.
Captain was joined by his first mate, Richie, a Raboot who would carry out most of the ship's important tasks whilst Captain was busy feeling important. Richie's red cloak and black boots kept him warm against the windy waters, but he was always looking forward to the day when a promotion would see him obtain the very fancy hat and thick leather jacket that Captain always wore. The Raboot had respect for his captain, but that respect was not mutual. 'First mate' in this case essentially meant 'slave', and Richie's efforts in every area of the ship's business would very rarely be fairly rewarded.
Way down on the Lapine's hierarchy was cabin boy Sammy, an energetic and playful Scorbunny who was simply overjoyed to have earned a role as a real pirate. As the ship's youngest and most inexperienced crew member, Sammy mainly spent his days cleaning and dreaming of bigger duties. His uniform consisted only of a red cloth wrap around his head acting as a cap, with his big fluffy ears poking through.
Captain preferred not to acknowledge Sammy's existence, viewing him as nothing more than a janitor with a particularly annoying voice. Richie, however, quickly became best friends with the Scorbunny, mentoring him and telling him tall tales of the high seas adventures they could possibly, maybe, kinda sorta have in the future. Although they were an evolution apart, there wasn't too much age difference between them, and Sammy was determined to become a captain himself in the future. In the meantime, he'd just be happy to get some respect from his own Captain.
It was an exciting day aboard the Lapine. A lucky trajectory had led to a vast discovery of fruits, vegetables and meats, their biggest haul yet by a mile. Richie had estimated that the total value of the loot would increase their financial status from 'completely broke' to 'having a little bit of pocket money' - a total upgrade in class. But for young Sammy, money wasn't a big concern. He wanted to be up on deck seeing the sights and spinning the wheel, but he was stuck where the Captain would never even see him.
'Richie, do you think Captain would let me wear his hat if I asked really nice?' Sammy said, scrubbing the floors of the storage room that held their valuable haul.
'I… wouldn't count on it. You'll be lucky if he even remembers your name.' Richie replies, having just finished the 40th tally of goods in the room. 'But I can't talk now, Sammy. You know I have to double-check my stock count at least 200 times before we reach the island with the trading outpost.'
'Ugh… I wish we didn't care so much about selling boring old food.' said Sammy, annoyed. 'We should be out looking for legendary treasure chests, carrying out daring rescues and battling enemy ships… Most of all, we should be eating food rather than selling it!'
'Well, as long as this keeps making us money, it's gonna be our job. Maybe if we stop being able to sell food, Captain might be more willing to do something more adventurous. But, in the meantime, we're pirates on easy mode.' said Richie, finally ceasing his stock counting. 'Keep scrubbing, we should be ashore soon. I'm gonna go check on things above deck.'
Sammy was left alone, carrying out his lonely and boring cleaning duty. If only he could get them to stop trading, to seek out much more adventurous ways of gaining wealth. Maybe he would actually look forward to expeditions, rather than seeing them as a chore. As he kept on scrubbing the floor, his tummy rumbled loudly, and he couldn't help but stare at the vast collection of food that they had collected.
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Above deck, Captain was eager indeed to reach the island in the distance. Keeping one hand on his hat at all times to prevent the wind from stealing it, he proudly stood at the front of the ship, whilst Richie did all the actual work of navigation.
‘Tis a fine day, first mate!’ said Captain, ‘The sun is bright, the seas are stable, and we’re just a matter of minutes from our next payday! I may even be able to afford some new boot polish!’
‘All the stock is catalogued and checked, Captain...although I’m not sure if the traders are gonna be as eager for 400 bananas as you expect…’ said Richie, as he worked on preparing to dock. ‘It should at least cover our own budget for just over a week though.’
‘Pfft! This island has one of the wealthiest trading posts around. Look, you can see them, they’re all wearing belts!’ the Cinderace proudly stated, seemingly certain of the haul’s value. ‘You get us docked, first mate! I’ll be down checking the goods!’
‘B-but...you just made me...ugh, forget it.’ Richie sighed in annoyance as he was left alone to navigate the ship against the dock. It was best that he did do all the docking himself, to avoid a repeat of the previous time the captain attempted it himself. Those poor Buizels…
Captain went down to admire the haul himself, only to be confused at what he saw. Or in this case, what he didn’t see. The stockroom that he assumed the goods were kept was completely empty, save for a few bundles of grapes on a shelf. He wasn’t the type to waste any time in kicking up a fuss, immediately making his way back up to deck, not even turning around to notice Sammy laying on the floor, noticeably pudgier than usual, rubbing his now full tummy.
‘First mate! What is the meaning of this? Where are the goods!? I checked, there isn’t even a hole in the ship this time!’
‘What do you mean?’ Richie asked, placing the ship’s anchor down as they touched down on shore. ‘You must have been looking in the wrong room, I’ve spent the past five hours looking at them!’
‘I know my own ship, Rich-I mean, first mate!’ Captain spoke angrily, not even thanking Richie for the perfect parking job. Instead, he gripped one of the Raboot’s ears and dragged him down to the stockroom. ‘There, look! This is the only place they could be!’
‘Yeah, and...er...oh.’ Richie said as his heart sank a little, looking at the stock room that was completely full just half an hour ago, now almost barren. ‘Ehhh...it was all here earlier…’
‘Agghhhh!!’ Captain shouted as he shook Richie around by the ear a bit. Most captains would do such a thing to be intimidating, but the Cinderace was simply annoying. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you in there! What did you do with all of it? Don’t tell me you gave it to that drifter in the inflatable duck!’
‘I-I didn’t do anything, captain! I promise, I swear everything was here before I came above deck!’
Behind the arguing rabbits, there was a very plump and anxious Scorbunny sitting on the floor. Sammy’s own hunger and frustration told him that eating all that food was a great idea - and it was certainly a delicious one - but he hadn’t thought ahead about what consequence it would have for Richie. The bunny felt guilty as he watched Captain harass Richie’s ears and shout in his face.
‘You better tell me where it all is! I could have you thrown overboard for this!’
‘I-I-I don’t know! I…’
‘I’m sorry, Captain, sir…’ Sammy speaks up sheepishly, feeling too guilty to let Richie keep taking the blame. ‘I...I ate it all! I didn’t mean to cause such a problem!’
‘Cabin boy? So YOU are behind this! You’re always so round-tummied anyway you could have almost gotten away with it!’ the Captain released Richie from his grasp and walked over to sternly confront the small Scorbunny. ‘So tell me, cabin boy, HOW exactly are you going to atone for this, hmm? Because I assume you don’t have your own wallet to cover for all the lost profits!’
‘Ahh! I-I’m really sorry, sir! I’ll work overtime!’ Sammy insisted, regretting his delicious meal. ‘I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, captain, sir!’
‘Oh, I know you will! And I know just how you’ll do it too… First mate! Go to the supply cupboard! Fetch my wooden stocks...and my tools…’
‘Wha!? W-what are those?’ asked Sammy.
‘Captain, with all due respect…’ a concerned Richie interrupted, ‘This is Sammy’s first offence and he’s clearly remorseful, there is no need for...um...tickle torture.’
‘Tickle torture? B-b-b-but-but I’m ticklish!’ Sammy became more panicked.
‘Perfect! Then this truly will be the perfect way to discipline you...and you’re already barefoot too! First mate, no more chitchat, fetch my supplies!’
‘’Ahh...y-yes, sir!’ Richie looked at the scared Scorbunny before retreating to the supply cupboard at the back of the ship to do as he was told. In his early days as a crewman, Richie had been unlucky enough to suffer Captain’s preferred punishments first hand...or, first foot. So he knew exactly what was stored in there. A set of double wooden stocks that could hold the ankles of two prisoners side by side, and an assortment of feathers, brushes, forks, and worst of all, pinwheels. Richie knew that the pinwheels were by far the most extreme of the ticklish tools. Thinking about how worried Sammy looked at the thought of being tickled, the Raboot couldn’t bring himself to bring such a powerful tool to be used on his young apprentice. The pinwheels were left behind, and Richie reluctantly brought back the remaining equipment.
‘Good! You’re in for it now, cabin boy!’ Captain seemed to relish the chance to discipline the smaller bunny, grabbing the equipment as soon as it was carried in and getting to work affixing the wooden stocks to the ground, in front of the bench Sammy was sitting on.
‘Don’t worry, Sammy…’ Richie quietly spoke to Sammy whilst he still could. ‘It’s just tickling...it’ll be over soon, I promise…’
‘O-okay, Richie! I’m brave! I can take it, even if my feet are super big and...super...ticklish...ahhh!’ Sammy’s attempts at resilience were foiled whenever he reminded himself of his own sensitivity, and very soon, the time came for him to face his punishment.
‘Cabin boy! Feet in the stocks, now!’ Captain demanded. Sammy slowly obeyed, lifting his legs up and placing his ankles snugly into the padded embrace of the stocks. As soon as they were in position, the Cinderace swung the stocks closed and promptly locked them, making the ticklee-to-be jump a bit from his nerves. ‘You Scorbunny boys always think you can get away with anything, since there are few that can exploit your biggest weakness...but you can’t burn your way out of this one, we’re all heat resistant!’
The taunting manner of the Cinderace and the feeling of the padded stocks holding his feet nice and still gave Sammy a huge burst of humility, drooping his ears downwards a bit to cover his blushing cheeks. His very round and pudgy toes curled up in anticipation.
‘Now boy, get ready! Because those big feet of yours are about to feel the power of the feather!’ Captain smirked as he picked up his first tool, a long and very fluffy pink feather. He couldn’t even remember where he acquired the feather, he just kept it around because it was cute and very, very tickly. Having to lean down a bit to reach his small prisoner, the Cinderace placed the fluffy plume against Sammy’s right heel before swishing it up slowly. Just the first stroke of the feather caused a frantic wriggling of the Scorbunny’s toes, and a firm biting of the lip to try and push back against the imminent giggles.
Richie looked on, concerned, as the bunny’s ticklishness was made apparent very promptly. He seemed unable to curl his toes up in defense, the feather strokes making them wiggle and splay against his will. It was only a matter of moments before the lip biting became ineffective, and the squeaky giggles of the bunny were soon bouncing around the walls of the cabin.
‘Heeehehehehehehe!! N-nohohoho!! It tihihickles! It tihickles sohohoh muhuhuch!’ Sammy squealed as the soft feather sent waves of sensitivity all the way through his large stompers. The flexible plume adjusted to all of the scrunches and curves that his struggling caused, effortlessly gliding around the plush soles, plus around and between the helplessly wiggling toes. Even Sammy himself didn’t expect the feather to get him so ticklish so soon, but even the most gentle strokes really teased and tortured those immensely ticklish footpaws.
‘Exactly! Precisely why this is the perfect punishment for you! You little bunnies never stand a chance against the might of foot tickling!’ Captain said, smirking all the way as he took pride in making poor Sammy giggle, squeal and squirm just from the playful pink feather. But the Cinderace wasn’t satisfied with such light torture, effective as it may seem. The feather acted as a warm-up, but a few minutes later, when the plume was swapped out for the rough bristles of a brush, that was when the torture really began. ‘Take this!’
The Scorbunny’s pleading ceased, as it became too much effort for him to continue talking. Instead, all of the bunny’s energy was focused on uproarious laughter and frantic writhing of his vulnerable bare feet. The brush was merciless, turning the tickling from gently teasing strokes to harsh, deep tickles right across every inch of his defenseless soles and toes. The toes splayed much more from the brush, being forced to spread wide open whenever the bristles prodded beneath them, easily allowing access to the tender surface between his digits. Even the very slight relief of toe curling became impossible at the mercy of the abusive brush.
'Mwehehe! This serves you right! Now, I think it's time for my favourite punishment of all! No bun can withstand the feel of the...of the…' Captain's cruel spiel was cut short when he looked across his tool selection and was unable to locate the one tool he was looking forward to most - his pinwheels. 'First mate! Where are the pinwheels?'
'Oh! Uhh...I couldn't find them, captain!' Richie replied nervously, 'It's been so long since you had to use them, maybe they got thrown out the last time we cleared out the ship?'
'Nonsense! You know I'd never dispose of my weapons! You two aren’t obedient enough for me to do so! I'm going to look myself, no funny business whilst I'm gone!'
'Uhh..uh, sir! There's really no need! They definitely weren't there! Agh…' Richie's insistence went ignored, as the Cinderace rushed into the store room.
'Ohhh..I-im glad the pinwheels are gone…' Sammy said, panting a little.
'Sammy...I'm sorry! They're not gone!' Richie said, quietly, 'I didn't bring them because I didn't want you to go through that! I know how bad those things feel…'
'Oh yes, you do indeed, don't you, first mate?' The Captain's voice sternly stated, as the large bun re-entered the room brandishing the very tools that had been hidden from him. 'Cold, pointy, metal pinwheels...that happened to be in very clear view right alongside the other tools!'
'Ok! I'm sorry, sir! But Sammy doesn't deserve that...you're being way too mean to him!'
'I understand how you feel, first mate...I also understand that you have lied to me and attempted to obstruct my clear policy of discipline!'
'I-I apologize, Captain…'
'Apology not accepted! There's only one thing for it...boots OFF!'
'W-wha??' The Raboot's eyes opened wide in panic at the demand.
'You heard me. Boots off! Bare feet! If you feel so sympathetic to the cabin boy, maybe itll do you some good to join him in punishment!'
Richie whimpered a little...although he was slightly relieved that Sammy wasn't going to be alone any longer. It was a very small relief though, as he stared wide-eyed at the Captain's intimidating pinwheels. Hesitantly, he did as he was told, removing his boots and revealing his soft feet. They weren't as big as Sammy's, but there was still plenty there to be made vulnerable.
'Now, into the stocks! Really, I shouldn't have to punish my entire crew in one day!'
Richie remained obedient, promptly placing himself into the double stocks right next to his crewmate, which were locked as soon as he was in position. Having them side by side together made Sammy rather self-conscious about the much bigger size of his trapped feet. The Scorbunny and the Raboot exchanged blushing glances as they awaited their mutual punishment, both bunnies clenching their toes up tight.
‘Now, both of you, laugh for me!’ Captain shouted before very quickly pushing his fingers against both of his crewmates’ footpaws at once. With one hand on each bun, the giggles from Sammy immediately returned to fill the ship, and Richie was not far behind.
Sammy had always viewed Richie as far stronger than him, a bun who could defend them in a fight and refused to let anybody humiliate him. Yet there he was, barely a minute into having his furry soles tickled and already cracking up, unable to hold in any laughter and rapidly achieving volumes even greater than Sammy. Even the Raboot’s toes seemed to be very lively, not quite as pudgy but easily just as wriggly.
‘C-cahahahaptain!!’ Richie shouted through his ticklish giggles, ‘P-plehehehease stohohohop!! Wehehe d-dohohohn’t deserheheheheve thihis!!’
‘Maybe you’re right, first mate! Maybe you both deserve worse! So it’s a good job I grabbed these, didn’t I?’ The relief gained from the brief break in tickling was quickly dashed as the two bound bunnies stared at the pair of metal pinwheels being brandished by their punisher. ‘Which one of you wants to feel it first?’
‘W-we’re both going to feel it anyway, aren’t we?’ asked Sammy, wiggling his toes gently just at the sight of the wheel.
‘Very fair point!’ Captain responded, grinning as he decided to give it to both of the buns simultaneously. With a pinwheel in each hand, first contact with the bunny soles led to the loudest laughter yet echoing all throughout the cabin. The cold metal rolled smoothly all across the surface of their big bare feet, expertly designed to stimulate every last ticklish nerve within them. Both bunnies suffered equally as they faced the most intense tickling yet, their feet thrashing and writhing in the stocks as they desperately yet hopelessly attempted to escape the sensation of the evil pinwheel.
‘You barefoot bunnies don’t stand a chance against the wheels! Keep on laughing, because I’m far from done yet!’ Captain taunted, taking delight in getting to be so dominant towards the smaller rabbits, almost hypnotised by the way their soles scrunched up and their toes writhed. The pinwheels tickled roughly enough to create a bit of reddening beneath the fur, making it visually evident that their feet had suffered greatly.
Sammy and Richie had long given up on trying to beg and plead, instead preferring to use whatever energy they had left over to comfort each other. The two bunnies snuggled up and hugged as their trapped feet were shown no mercy, using each other as a shoulder to cry and laugh like hell on. It felt like the tickle torture was getting stronger with every slow, torturous roll against their fluffy soles.
Whilst the pinwheels brought out the most energetic laughter and struggling yet, the expenditure of energy soon took its toll and both bunnies soon became far too tired to fight against it. They seemed to resign themselves to their laughter, staying much more still within the stocks, the only struggling coming from involuntary flinching and twitching of their tenderised footpaws. They were very breathless and found it difficult to laugh properly, instead letting out heavy gasps and whimpers. They were simply adorable, but Captain did not enjoy the lighter side of their reactions as much. Knowing that he had gotten all the fun he could get out of them, he decided to end the punishment.
'Hmm...I guess you two have learned your lessons! But this is VERY merciful of me!' The Captain feigned concern for his crew's wellbeing, when really he was more concerned about them being too exhausted to carry out their duties. Finally putting down his tools, he unlocked the stocks and set the pair free. The tingling hadn't stopped however - After all that, both Sammy and Richie's footpaws were glowing with tickly tingles, zaps of sensitivity still coursing up through their legs. Both bunnies remained snugly next to each other as they pulled their paws from the stocks, with Sammy trying hard to catch his breath and Richie giving his superior a very hard death glare. Of course, Captain was not going to allow any more bad attitude.
'Don't look at me like that, first mate! You know you're both deserving of much more! But as you know, I am very fair. You're both dismissed - but if you're still staring at me like that tomorrow then I'm not responsible for my actions! Understood?'
'...yes, Captain, sir.' Richie wanted to continue his protests, but he was worried about what would happen to Sammy. Captain may not view it as a harsh punishment, but Richie could tell that it had a huge effect on the poor Scorbunny. His own feet felt sensitive and abused, he couldn't imagine how the younger bunny was feeling.
'Good. Now, it's getting late. I shall be going to sleep now, because I'll have to get up early to fix your mess! For now, goodnight, crew!' Said the captain, as he walked up the steps and left his crew in their quarters.
'Th-thank you, Richie!' said Sammy, rubbing his large feet together to soothe the tingles.
'For what? I couldn't stop him from being mean…'
'No, but… you tried! And it felt nicer when you were here with me…'
'Aww...well, I'm glad! But I'm not gonna let him bully us like that without a fight…'
'Well, what can you do? He's bigger and stronger than us!'
'Mm… I know a way. But you need your rest for now, Sammy. Try and get some sleep.' Richie spoke reassuringly to the younger bun and helped him calm down for sleep. But his mind was cooking up a plan, and he became quite eager for the night ahead…
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The next morning, Captain was up at the stroke of dawn, not to sell his extra wares like he had hoped, but instead to use his paltry remaining cash to buy enough supplies for another excursion. His demeanor was still angry, with part of him hoping to also find something he can use to bonk his crew on their heads. The rabbit browsed the goods at the port's greengrocers, when his attention was suddenly grabbed by distant shouting from another market stall.
'Hey! You! Bunny! Stay there!'
It took a few seconds for Captain to process the shouting, amazed that anybody would dare speak to him in such a manner. He looked over to see a furious looking Lucario pacing towards him. The rabbit was not in the mood for an argument, but he naturally couldn't stop himself from starting one.
'Huh? Who you talking to!? I am a prestigious captain, do not refer to me as 'bunny'!'
'You're a damn no-good thief is what you are!' The Lucario shouted back, as many of his fellow apron-clad merchants stepped out from their stalls to back him up. 'Your ship pulls up and straight away, half our stock is gone overnight!'
'What!? How DARE you accuse me of theft! I have not laid a single paw on any of your goods!' The Cinderace fought his corner, even as he became intimidated by the amount of Pokemon that were emerging to confront him. 'Luckily for you peasants, I just so happen to be a phenomenal detective! I'll find your stolen goods, and then I'll have grounds to demand a full apology! ...and a discount!'
'Oh yeah? You wanna prove your innocence, bunny boy? Then you won't have any problem letting us search your ship!' The angry Lucario displayed his fangs as he shouted directly into Captain's face.
'...Sure! Absolutely! Of course! Search the ship, you'll realise just how stupidly wrong you all are!' Captain intensely disliked the idea of allowing strangers onto his ship, but it seemed that it was going to be the simplest way to avoid having his snoot caved in.
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Back aboard the Lapine, Sammy and Richie remained below deck. Sammy was sleeping very soundly, having been exhausted enough to fall asleep instantly as soon as he lay down. Richie, on the other hand, had not slept much at all. As the sun rose for a new day, Sammy found himself being stirred from his comfy slumber by a sudden ruckus, the sounds of many heavy footsteps boarding the deck of the ship.
'H-huhh?? W-whats that noise!?' The Scorbunny said anxiously.
'Shhhh! Be quiet, it's alright… ' Richie placed a hand across his friend's muzzle. 'It's all part of the plan.'
'Hmm...plan?' Sammy whispered into the Raboot's ear, 'What plan?'
'Oh, I worked something out through the night. Got us some supplies...and guaranteed us a lot of fun. Just wait and see.' Richie smirked as he and Sammy listened in on the port's merchants all storming the ship, being led to the storeroom right next to the crew's quarters. Captain was angrily messing with the keys to the room, eager to prove his innocence.
'You people wanna see my supplies? Go ahead, take a look! It's nothing! Zero! You people aren't the only one in need of goods!' Captain frantically insisted on his innocence as he pushed the door open and turned back round to address the crowd. As the rabbit ranted about his lack of supplies, the merchants all looked past him at the treasure trove of goods he was standing in front of. 'What are you all still angry about!?...Oh.'
Captain turned around to witness what a fool he had made of himself. In the store room lay an enormous pile of foods, seemingly something from every single store in the marketplace. He knew exactly who was responsible...but the merchants had definitely already made up their minds.
'Filthy thief!!!!! Grab him!' The angry shouting lashed out at the flustered rabbit, who was quickly grabbed and overpowered by the crowd. His panicked pleas of innocence made very fun listening for his two crew buns, who were eagerly peering at the show from the door of their sleeping quarters. Sammy in particular, after suffering the dominant discipline for so much of the previous day, was simply thrilled at the sight of the large bun being humiliated and roughly handled by the furious shopkeepers.
'W-wait! Let go of me! This wasn't me! I'm innocent! R-Richie!! Y-you!! I know it was you!!!' The captain shouted out, but his voice soon faded as the merchants promptly carried him back to shore.
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By the time the clock struck noon, the Captain's mood had soured very heavily. He could almost thump his paw in frustration, if only he was able to. Now known to the island as a convicted thief, he sat helplessly as he served his punishment - a place directly in the centre of the market square, restrained in a set of wooden stocks. Much more heavy duty than the set on his own ship, and his hands and head were also given a space in the wooden trap. It was embarrassing, uncomfortable and vulnerable. The glares from the islanders constantly struck him, as well as the occasional produce that they were happy to throw at him. As if his situation couldn't get any worse, the Captain was soon greeted by the two voices he definitely didn't want to hear.
'Hi Captain!' Richie said as he and Sammy jumped in front of their bound superior. Both of the younger rabbits were beaming with joy, holding half-licked strawberry ice cream cones. 'This island is fab! How are you holding up, sir?'
'...How does it LOOK like I'm holding up?' Captain replied. There were probably laws against speaking the words he really wanted to say. 'Go find out how long they're gonna be keeping me here for!'
'Oh they're real mad, Captain…' Sammy said, between licks of his cone. 'You're lucky they just put you in the stocks! I don't think they're gonna let you go until at least next week.'
'Next WEEK!? I won't last! What are you two going to do without me there?'
'Oh we've got a good island tour planned, we'll bring you something nice!' Richie smiled widely.
'Just get outta here! We'll be having WORDS when I get free, I promise you! Now go! And tell that Lucario to stop throwing tangerines at my head!'
'Sure, we're gonna head off.' Richie replied happily, 'Oh, by the way, we got talking to some friendly local kids. They seemed kinda bored so… we told them to come keep you company!'
As the two smaller bunnies walked away, they waved at a group of young boys who were approaching. A Pichu holding a twig, a Minccino holding a feather and a Sneasel that seemed to be flexing its claws. One glance at them and the Cinderace knew full well what kind of 'company' they were going to offer.
'S-shoo! Shoo! Go away! You kids shouldn't be out without an adult! I'll tell on y-you! S-shoohohohooo!!'
The kids wasted no time in getting to work on the Cinderace's punishment. The twig and feather stroked all along his sides and underarms whilst the Sneasel's claws skittered all over his helplessly stocked feet. His high-pitched laughter could be heard all across the island, and it was clear that all of the shopkeepers were highly amused to see their captive thief be so pathetically humiliated.
Richie and Sammy held hands and walked further into the island, looking forward to a relaxing weekend vacation - and finding out what kind of state their Captain is in when they return.
