I was given permission to colour this delightful drawing of Tails being teased by a pair of floating hands.
Tails was very confused after he'd woken up in this realm of madness. There was no sign of anyway in or out of this place, and no way of telling where he was. Tails began to wonder if he was actually still asleep, until he stumbled across a pair of floating gloves. They greeted him with a hand shake.
These gloves seemed friendly, and Tails was desperate for some company in this place, so he allowed the gloves to play some games with him. Rock-Paper-Scissors, Chop-Sticks, Thumb-Wrestling, anything Tails could think of to pass the time. It was pretty clear the gloves were getting a bit bored of these games, so Tails suggested they come up with a new game.
The gloves immediately slipped off Tails' left shoe and cast it aside. One held onto his leg while the other took out a feather and began tickling Tails' bare foot. It was surprising to Tails, but he let them continue and just laughed along with them.
The hands seemed to be enjoying themselves... what was the harm in letting them continue...?
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Things escalated much quicker than Tails realized.
At first, the hands had simply been teasing his feet with a feather. The teasing became more passionate, and the ticklish sensations became a lot worse. Soon, the hands discarded the feather and took their fingers right to the surface of Tails' soles.
As Tails began laughing out loud, more hands started to appear from the void. They seemed drawn to the sound of laughter, and another pair joined in to attack Tails' other foot. By the time things became too much for Tails to handle, it was already too late.
There was no escape for the fox boy. Now he must endure the tickles until the hands are satisfied.
