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thatsadbietch · 6 months

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The Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl

Crow's Tickletober Days 3 (full moon), 9 (payback for a scare), 18 (camping), AND 28 (woods/forest)

Warning: Tickle fic! And mild cursing.

After a long day of adventuring, you and Arven settle in for the night. Rather than the comfort of your dorm room, however, he takes you camping and shares some interesting folklore.

“There! All set!” Arven stated proudly, having finished pitching the tent, your and his sleeping quarters for the evening.

“You know, we probably could have made it back to the dorms before dark,” you mentioned, “so we wouldn’t have had to camp out here all night.”

“Even so,” Arven replied, crossing his arms, as if he were disappointed in you saying such a thing, “now we can cook over an open flame, which will always make food taste better!”

“Did it have to be in Tagtree Thicket though? At dusk?” You looked around the forest and noted how dark it was getting already, the trees no help as their leaves and branches shielded much of the sunlight from the ground below them.

“Aw, you scared, little buddy?” Arven cooed, half-teasing, half-concerned, messing your hair. You never asked him to fill this big brother type role, he just kind of inserted himself there: always making sure your team was healed after Titan battles, feeding Miradon, looking out for you in general while never losing sight of his own mission.

“N-no!” You swatted his hand away, “I just know the Mimikyu and Impidimps come out more at night.” Arven released Mabosstiff, as he usually does when you two took time to rest.

“We’ve fought nearly all the Titan pokemon, we’ll be fine! And besides, it’s your first time camping out here, yeah? I plan on giving you the full experience!” You rolled your eyes, kneeling down to build and start a proper campfire… giving up shortly after rubbing sticks together and seeing no sparks. You ended up releasing your Armarouge and asking it to help light the fire.

“Thanks, Armarouge. Since you’re out already, do you want to enjoy the full experience of camping with us?” you asked, with air quotes. The pokemon nodded curtly and sat close to you. It was familiar with Arven from fighting alongside his team in Titan battles and enjoyed his and Mabosstiff’s company. Arven chuckled at your sass.

“Just wait. Now that there’s finally a fire going, I can start cooking!” You noted Arven pulling out his supplies, though it didn’t look like he was preparing sandwiches this time. You watched him retrieve a small pot and rice from his bag, along with several other ingredients and spices. He was too zoned-in on his craft to notice your confusion, so you merely watched him work. He didn’t use measuring utensils, but was still meticulous about which ingredients and how much he used, his concentration not faltering once.

“I wonder if his face will freeze like that,” you commented out loud, mostly to yourself, but your Armarouge heard and seemed to be amused.

“Aaaand, done!” Arven announced, presenting to you and Armarouge with a bowl of curry before sitting down across from you with his own and Mabosstiff’s serving.

“Not your usual, Arven,” you pointed out, blowing on a spoonful to cool it off.

“Yeah, I went outside the box for your first camping trip. You’re welcome, little buddy.” Arven mused, clearly proud of himself. “Curry is super popular in the Galar region. If they can do it, so can I.” And he did it well, as he usually did with all things cooking. You’d never tasted a meal of his that you didn’t enjoy.

“You REALLY outdid yourself this time, Arven. I might not be able to go back to sandwiches after this,” you teased, and Armarouge murmured in agreement.

“Don’t get too used to it, some of these ingredients are from Galar, and they weren’t cheap. But you’ve helped us out a lot so… I’m happy to.” Your teasing smirk turned to a genuine smile, looking at your friend and his companion pokemon. While Mabossiff was still in no shape to battle, he was leaps and bounds better than when you first met him.

Arven looked up toward the sky and grinned. “How fitting, the moon is full. You know what that means, don’t you?” You and Armarouge set your empty bowls down and looked at Arven quizzically.

“I guess not. Well, I promised the full experience, and no camping trip would be complete without telling you the Legend of the Glowering White Grimmsnarl.”

You couldn’t help yourself: you burst in cackles. “Thahat sounds ridiculous!”

“I’m serious!”

“Okhahay, okay, please enlighten us,” you settled, nudging your Armarouge that was making breathy sounds that could be interpreted as chuckles.

“With pleasure,” he began, his stoic demeanor on the subject only weakening your ability to keep a straight face.

“The legend tells of a Morgrem, shunned by its fellow Morgrem and Impidimps for having white hair instead of black. Its white hair was so bright, even at night, that it was always seen by both predator and prey, making hunting difficult and risking the safety of its herd. One day, it was chased out of its herd, forced to wander Tagtree Thicket all on its own.”

Your chortles and looks of amusement faded, letting yourself be immersed in the story. Armarouge placed a protective hand on your shoulder and scanned the forest around you.

“The Morgrem fended for itself pretty well, considering the odds against it. That is, until one night, there was a huge, bright, full moon, a lot like this one, actually.” You looked up, and even through the trees you could tell the moon was at its full glory, and seemed huge in the sky.

“The moonlight was so brilliant that night, that the Morgrem’s hair appeared to radiate with it. But it had no more food in its shelter, and had to go looking for more. That’s when a gang of Spidops ambushed it.” You felt yourself scoot closer to your Armarouge.

“It was no match for the horde of Spidops, not by itself. And just when it thought it couldn’t take anymore, a huge glow enveloped the entire thicket. The neighboring town’s residents at the time swore it was as bright as daylight in the middle of the night. Turns out, it was the Morgrem, evolving into the biggest, strongest, and nastiest snow-white Grimmsnarl ever known. Not only did it fight off the Spidops, it found its old herd and drove them completely out of the thicket in a terrifying rage, along with any other pokemon that got in its way. So from then on, the Grimmsnarl’s white hair was no longer a give-away, but a warning to the pokemon and trainers that wander in the forest. Especially when the moon is full, since it's said that’s where it draws its unfathomable strength. And, if somehow you miss its brilliant white hair in the moonlight, there is no mistaking its guttural, earth-shattering cry…”

“GRRROOOOAAAAARRR!”

You latched onto Armarouge and elicited a frightened, piercing scream, while Armarouge, holding you steady with one arm, readied the other one to defend against what it thought was going to be a gigantic white Grimmsnarl. However, after a beat you heard Arven breaking into hysterics, and opened your eyes to see not a gigantic white Grimmsnarl, but a Toedscruel. More specifically, Arven’s Toedscruel, walking back to his trainer, making a deep chuckling sound along the way.

“ARVEN! YOU SCARED THE HELL OUT OF US!” He almost didn’t hear your scolding over his own laughter.

“Ithihihit was sohohoho gohohohod! Youho should hahave seen your fahahace!” You huffed, feeling your face flush.

“Aww, come ohohon, little buddy,” he said, starting to calm down, returning Toedscruel to its pokeball, “Scary stories are camping staples! And the moon is full, I couldn’t waste a perfect opportunity!” You sighed as your heart rate returned to a normal pace.

“Okay, okay, you had your fun, I’ll take your apology now,” you spat, still in a pout. Arven, seeing this, chuckled again.

“I’m not apologizing, it was a story! That’s what you do when you go camping!” You glared at him, knowing he meant no harm, and was just having a laugh at your expense. Well, if it's a laugh he wanted…

“Don’t make me make you apologize, Arven!”

“Oooh, I’m soooo scared,” Arven mocked, “What are you gonna do, call the white Grimmsnarl on me?”

“I don’t need the white Grimmsnarl,” you stated, “I have Armarouge.” You looked past Arven, who was confused for a moment before your ever-loyal pokemon grabbed his arms and pinned them behind him. Arven jumped, obviously never noticing Armarouge creep over, and tried to stand and break its grip, but Armarouge wasn’t one of your strongest team members for nothing.

You stood and strode over menacingly, fingers taking the form of claws. Arven seemed to get it now, and struggled a bit more spastically.

“N-now little buddy, let’s not be hasty, it was all in fun, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, it certainly was, we liked your story for sure, right Armarouge?”

“Ar, mar,” it replied, tightening its grip on Arven. You reached Arven and placed your “claws” on Arven’s already shaking belly, an involuntary smile starting to form across his features.

“But if it was a laugh you wanted, you could have just asked.”

“Th-that’s nohohot what I said- hehehehe, nohohoho lihihittle buddy!” He giggled, as you wasted no time gently scribbling and skittering your fingers along the young chef’s midsection, a yelp escaping after you slipped a hand under his shirt to reach his bare belly.

“Wahahahait, nohohoho!” Arven gasped, still trying to free himself from Armarouge’s grip. You looked up to your companion pokemon, and could tell it was just as amused as you were.

“Should a cook’s stomach be so sensitive?” You teased, watching your friend’s reactions, and still futile attempts to keep his composure. “You’d think a cook would need a hardened stomach, since you eat all kinds of different food.” At that, you skittered in and around Arven’s belly button, to which his laughter positively boomed and kicked his legs out, almost kicking you.

“LIHIHIHITTLE BUDDEEEHEHEHE! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!” He thrashed, but Armarouge held firm, even when Arven’s head was thrown back against its chest in ticklish agony.

“Not where, heeeere?” You dragged, wiggling a finger in his belly button while your other hand still scurried up and down his sides.

“NAHAHAHAHA, DOHOHOHON’T! BWAHAHAHA!” If there were smaller, curious pokemon close by, Arven’s boisterous laughter probably scared them off.

“Shhh! Arven! The Glowering White Grimmsnarl will hear you!” You continued to torment, backing off of his weakest point to instead test another spot against your ticklish grip, suddenly squeezing the tops of his knees. His booming laugher calmed to a bubbly cackle, which was honestly quite adorable.

Now that you thought about it, you had only just recently begun to see Arven smile, due to the hopefulness he had for his companion. Oh, Mabosstiff! You turned and realized he was watching the whole interaction, tail wagging in approval. Arven followed your gaze to his dear friend.

“Mahahahabosstiff! Dohohoho somethihihing!” And, at his trainer’s command, he did get up to do something. That something being nuzzling his snout in Arven’s ribs.

“NOHOHOT WHAT I MEANT! MAHAHAHABOSSTIFF, NOHOHO!”

“I think he likes seeing your smile! You don’t do it enough, you know,” you “scolded,” and Mabosstiff offered a “rrrruff” in Arven’s underarm as if to agree. This only deepened the blush on Arven’s face as his giggling somehow got more bubbly and boy-like, almost making you forget that he was actually your upperclassman.

“TRAHAHAHAITOR! BOHOHOTH OF YOU!” he sputtered, not trying too hard to escape Armarouge’s grip anymore, whether out of giving in or exhaustion, Armarouge couldn’t tell.

“Aaar, ma,” it said, in a tone you recognized as one of concern. You waved at Mabosstiff, getting his attention and ceasing his attack on his master’s ribs and underarms. Arven caught his breath as Armarouge continued to hold him for support.

“Are you good, Arven? I’ll take this over an apology any day,” you jested, Arven chuckling now of his own accord.

“You got me pretty good, little buddy, I’ll give you that. I’m okay, now, Armarouge. You can let go. I would thank you, except you’re also to blame.” Armarouge made that same breathy sound from earlier, recognized as a laugh, and walked back in your direction. Arven hunched over and rested one of his elbows on his knees, catching his breath. He had the other hand on Mabosstiff, patting the top of his head. He stood after a moment and looked at you, chuckling again and shaking his head.

“I’m going to bed. A monster worse than the white Grimmsnarl got to me. You’ll get yours, little buddy, you’ll see.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you say. I think I like this camping thing, but I’ll turn in, too. Maybe you can tell another story?”

“NO!”

#tickle #tickle community #tickle fic #tickle fanfic #ticklefic #lee!Arven #ler!reader #ticklish!arven #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon tickle #crow's tickletober 2023 #crow's daily tickletober 2023 #crow's weekly tickletober 2023

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estelle-skully · 15 days

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First Battle

HOLY SHART MY FIRST TK FIC EVER! IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!! WAAH!

Huge thanks to @isitwp for giving me the idea lol

for now i might just write short stuff like this but some day id like to write about the trainers! (The only thing stopping me from writing a Lee!Larry fic is because Im too flustered for that ugh ((and a lack of ideas)))

Summary: This is from the POV of the pokemon! But! Two trainers with a Shinx and a Minccino as their partners decide to do their first battle with their new pokemon! But Minccino knows a move that is surprisingly super effective on Shinx…

It was a beautiful summer day. The afternoon sun warmed the fur on Shinx’s back and flocks of fletchlings danced in the sky, singing jovially. This was it. His first ever battle. Shinx had been waiting for this moment since the day he saw one of his older siblings obliterate in a battle against a wild tauros. He had been practicing like his life depended on it since then, mostly with his favorite moves- thunderbolt and quick attack- on his other siblings, and occasionally random rocks. That is, until he was caught. By the best trainer in the world.

“Alright Minccino, are ya ready?” The opposing trainer shouted, snapping Shinx out of his thoughts. The light grey, petite rodent-like pokemon flicked her tail and nodded at her trainer, trotting up to her side of the battlefield. Shinx took his place as well, flexing his claws eagerly. This was gonna be easy.

“Ill give you the first move,” the opposing trainer said with a small bow.

“Oho, you’re gonna regret that” Shinx’s trainer said with a small laugh. “Shinx, use quick attack!”

Shinx bolted forward at his trainer’s command, landing a hit on Minccino. Caught off guard, she stumbled backwards and fell. Perfect.

“Alright Shinx, take advantage of this! Use tackle!”

“No!” Minccino’s trainer exclaimed, “Dodge it!”

But she was too slow. Shinx landed on top of her and bared his fangs. Minccino was now pinned and completely helpless. Shinx’s trainer laughed triumphantly.

“u-um… uhh…” Minccino’s trainer was now nearly panicking. Bro did NOT want to lose that easily 💯. “Use uhh… t-tickle!”

Shinx smirked down at the slightly smaller pokemon, hearing his trainer laugh again in the background. “You really think that’s gonna do anything?” He asked, feeling extra cocky in this moment.

“I dunno, but it’s worth a shot. Gotta trust my trainer.” Minccino replied with a careless shrug, starting to twirl her fluffy tail into Shinx’s stomach.

Shinx tensed his entire body and flexed his claws again. Nope. He was not going to be defeated by such a silly, useless attack.

“N-not… working…” Shinx said, fighting against the urge to laugh.

“Not yet,” Minccino replied nonchalantly. She lifted her paws to Shinx’s belly, letting her tail flop down beside her, and started kneading at his fur. Shinx cringed away in response, curling forward a bit and lashing his tail. He flattened his ears against his head. It was getting really, really difficult to not just give in and start cackling. “You really have to get better at pinning your opponents,” Minccino said, seeming bored as she poked and prodded Shinx’s belly. “It was very easy for me to use my paws like this. Let this be a lesson to you to think harder next time.” She trailed her tiny chinchilla claws down his sides, and at this point, Shinx couldn’t take it. He threw his head back and laughed, falling to his side. The opposing trainer let out a victorious yell while his trainer exclaimed “What!?”, but he barely acknowledged them.

“Use tickle again!” The opposing trainer said as Minccino stood up and shook out her silky fur. Before Shinx could get out of the way, she pounced on him and swiped her tail along his back paws while continuing to use her little claws to harass his stomach and sides. Helplessly, Shinx kicked his paws and batted at Minccinno, but it seemed impossible to escape this ticklish prison.

“Come on, Shinx! Use thunderbolt!” His trainer cried, but he was too flustered to focus on the attack, so all he was able to do was send a few little sparkly shocks to his opponent, who scoffed and smirked for, Shinx realized, the first time in this entire battle.

”That barely tickled. But I’m supposed to be the ler here, not you.” She quickly turned around, now swirling her tail into his belly and scritching at his paw pads with her god damned claws.

That practically killed him. Shinx instantly gave in, no longer fighting back, and just allowed himself to be tickled silly. Minccino squeaked happily at the sound of his goofy laugh and seized her attack.

“Had enough?” She asked. Shinx nodded, panting and staring up at the sky. So much for winning his first battle. But for some reason, he wasn’t really all that upset about it.

“Oh, Shinx, we have a lot of training to do, don’t we?” His trainer said with an amused sigh, walking over and picking him up. He purred and nuzzled her cheek. Minccino’s trainer walked forward too.

“Good job, Mini!” He congratulated his pokemon, who looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, as if she hadn’t just completely annihilated her opponent by using tickle. The two trainers looked at each other. “It was fun battling you, Sarah” Minccinno’s trainer said, sticking out his hand to Shinx’s trainer.

“Right back at you, Ricky” she replied, shaking his hand. “But dont get too confident, because next time, Shinx will be prepared for that tickle attack!”

#The end!!#I hope yall like it 👉👈#Im very proud tbh #Ooh lmk if yall want a part two #Hehehe #sfw tickling community #tickle fluff #tword community #sfw interaction only #tword content #pokemon tickle #sfw pokemon tickle #Lee!Shinx #Ler!Minccinno #tickle fanfic

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helloitsghost · 1 year

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✨Work of art✨

Ok so hi hello how y’all doin I’m posting this at 12:40 am but hush🌚

Anyways

I was talking with @giggly-squiggily bout Pokémon cause we awesome like that and I was going off bout one of my favorite ships in Pokémon

Idk if they have a name I think I’ve seen people call them “eyebag shipping” or smth else I’ll find later but eh

Anyways Larry x Hassel x Brassius fucking epic ass ship 10/10 recommend

And ya girl just had to draw them🌚

So basically hc since brassius and hassle have their own names for each other they def gave Larry the name “ray ray” cause it’s cute

And yeeee lee larry is always nice

except he was a pain to draw actually all of them were a fucking pain holy crap I felt like I faught 20 dragons when I finished but djcjsjcjsjfjdjg

Anyways yeee old gay men I think they’re cute and I love how this turned out🌚

Here’s the text if u can’t read my shitty handwriting

Part 1:

Brassius: “Ah Hass isn’t Ray Ray just so adorable when he’s trying not to laugh?”

Hassel: “Why yes he is dear Brassie but, I think our precious Ray Ray would look much more adorable if he laughed. Don’t you think?”

Brassius: “Why yes I fully agree, wouldn’t you as well Ray Ray? >:3”

Part 2:

Brassius: “Thereeee it is there’s that smile we love so much.”

Hassel: “Ah such a work of art isn’t it Brassie?”

Brassius: “You’re just right Hass.”

#art #digital art #tickle art #pokemon #pokemon tickle #larry pokemon #hassel pokemon #brassius pokemon #eyebag shipping #larry x hassel x brassius #lee!larry #ler!hassel #ler!brassius #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon art

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marysixnumbers · 7 months

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Tickletober Day 13 - Sneak Attack

A/N: I wrote most of this fic before realising there aren't any Ace Trainers in Galar! Just assume one came over from a separate region to train there. I've always been curious about using Pokemon outside of strict battle settings - this fic attempts to explore that a little. Finally, though this fic is SFW it does get a little suggestive near the end, so if that's not your thing feel free to skip. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Pokemon (Sword & Shield)

Words: 1,936 (oops!)

Sandra sat on the uppermost step of the Circhester Gym's staircase, idly fiddling with her jacket and marvelling at just how subdued the gym was at the end of the day. Only a couple of trainers roamed the icy paths beneath her, moving hazards back into place to befuddle tomorrow's challengers, and the roar of the stadium crowds had entirely died down, the last few spectators trickling out of the gym and towards their (much warmer) homes. And who could blame them, the Ace Trainer thought to herself. Who would get any enjoyment out of watching someone lose to Melony for the fourth time in a row?

She knew the Ice-type Gym Leader would be a problem ever since she travelled to Galar. But even so, and even after several day's worth of fighting and training between losses, her Grass and Flying-type team still couldn't muster the strength to overcome the Gym Leader's endless barrage of icicles and blizzards. Though Melony had been an endlessly gracious winner, offering encouragement and ways to build up her Pokemon's strength, Sandra wasn't sure if she could reach that level in the time she had. She wasn't staying in Galar for that long, and she still had two other badges to collect. Spikemuth beckoned.

Sandra plucked a Pokeball from her belt. Pausing for a second and breathing in slowly, she cupped her hands around the ball and pushed the button, concealing the burst of red light in her palms, only opening them up again once she was sure nobody had seen her. Her plan was risky, sure, but with no other witnesses in the stadium, there was a slim chance it could work. She looked down at the Joltik in her hands, caught only yesterday, and giggled as it scurried to hide in her sleeve. If she couldn't Hyper Beam her way through this gym, she'd have to Nasty Plot her way around it.

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"Ah! Sandra! Wonderful to see you again. Back for another try?"

Sandra hadn't expected to like Melony so much, especially after three straight losses to her. Between those battles and an offer of help after the third match, they'd spent a fair amount of time together, and with every passing moment Sandra found herself more and more charmed by the older woman. She loved how she could express all known human emotions with just a twitch of the lips and a minute raise of an eyebrow, and how she met every challenger with the same mixture of playfulness and gentility. Most of all, she loved how Melony seemed to find great enjoyment in every fight she took. It wasn't uncommon to hear her laughter echo and bounce around the stadium, even in the heat of battle.

Sandra nodded to her and smiled. "If you have the time. Isn't it getting quite late?" She turned and pointed to a clock in the far corner of the arena.

Melony turned and looked, too, giving Sandra the opening. She nodded to the Joltik, who jumped from her to the Ice trainer, the thick padding of Melony's clothes muffling and obscuring the impact. It scutted up her jumper and hid in the fur of her collar.

"Nonsense!" Melony spun back around. "I'm almost offended that you think I'd turn down a challenge from another trainer. Especially if it's you, love." Mischief crinkled around her eyes. "Let's see what you've learned since we last met! Let's go, Frosmoth!"

Crossing her fingers and gritting her teeth, Sandra shut here eyes and hoped desperately that the plan would work. "Uhh... go, Whimsicott!"

She knew she was at a serious type disadvantage here, and she knew Melony did too, the Circhester trainer smirking as she surveyed the battlefield. "A bold move for sure! I hope you have something up your- Oh!" She stiffened, her hair bouncing in place behind her. "Oh, ohahaha!"

A flash of yellow from the corner of her eye told Sandra all she needed to know. The plan had successfully begun.

"Whimsicott, use Giga Drain!"

While the Frosmoth shook off the attack like it was nothing, its trainer was having a little more trouble. Melony was trying to grab onto something running underneath her jumper, alternating between slapping madly at her upper body and clutching the area that the Joltik had just left behind.

"Oh! Oh gosh! Pardon me- Ah! Stop that! There's something in my clothes, it's proving remarkably- No! No, that tickles! Stop it! Oh no, nohohahahaAHAHAH!"

Sandra watched with a little sympathy as Melony's hands scrabbled all over her own ribs. She remembered how much the Joltik's stumpy legs had tickled, and that was just on her gloved hand. She couldn't think how ticklish they would be against bare skin. If Melony's reaction was anything to go by - stomping her foot against the icy floor and madly shaking her head, eyes squeezed shut and mouth half-open in a boundless stream of laughter - then it felt very ticklish indeed.

"Oh my! Hahahaha, Frosmoth use- nohohoho, use Icy Wind! Use Icy Wind! Stoppit, getoff!"

A sharp gust of wind cut through the stadium. Whimsicott yelped as some of its cottony shroud froze solid and scattered across the ground. Sandra instructed it to recover what it could with another Giga Drain, all the while keeping one eye on Melony's reactions. Joltik was doing an excellent job, constantly keeping Melony distracted as it scampered from sensitive spot to sensitive spot. She tightly crossed her arms and wheezed as it went under her chest, she wriggled and threw her head back as she felt its fluffy body slide down her spine, and she doubled over and snorted - yes, snorted - when she registered the first light scratches in her belly button. Ever since it had crawled onto her stomach, her gasps and surprised remarks were drowned by peals of constant, uncontrollable laughter, reaching every corner of the empty stadium. Her laughter was as buoyant and jovial as ever, but with any trace of primness or decorum gone - just wild, ticklish hysteria.

"Weheehee! Where are you going?... Oh, don't go there! Stoppit, don't go there, not there not thAHAHAHAHAAAHA! HAHAHAHA-*snort*-AHAHAHAHAPLEAHAHAHAHAHASE! HAHAHAHAHA!"

A random flick of Melony's hand found the Joltik under her coat, knocking off her belly and onto the patch of ground between her feet. She stood up straight, chest heaving and shoulders rising as she caught her breath, eyeliner smudged and clothes messy and crumpled.

"Are you okay?" Sandra called out. "Do you want to wait for a moment?"

Melony's expression had returned to her usual slight smile, though Sandra thought it seemed a little wider than when she'd first arrived. She looked down to see the Joltik was now halfway up Melony's right boot.

"It'll take more than a little tickling to count me out! Frosmoth, use Feather Dance!"

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Joltik are relatively uncommon in the wild, so many denizens of the Pokemon world, trainers and ordinary citizens alike, are unaware of its behaviours. For instance, not many people know that, in a distressing or dangerous situation, Joltiks will unload some static electricity into whatever is nearest. In larger specimens, ones on the cusp of evolution, this can be dangerous - but for smaller Joltik, and individuals who haven't fed in a while, the discharge is generally harmless. The worst-case scenario is it tickling a bit, with the sensation heightened against bare skin.

So when Melony felt something fuzzy brush against the sole of her foot, no matter how soft it felt, she definitely shouldn't have kicked the air as hard as she could and she definitely shouldn't have been surprised when she felt something intensely buzz against her most ticklish spot in response. And buzz again. And again.

"Oh dear, what's this... ..NYAHAHAHAH! Heavens, that tickles! That really tickles, don't... YAHAHAHAH! Alright, alright, just let me- AYAHAHAGETTITOUT!"

Sandra watched as Melony sat/fell down and began frantically tugging at her boot, then turned her attention to the cloud of feathers that Frosmoth had conjured up, a moment away from launching it at Whimsicott. She almost felt bad for what she was about to do, but then she remembered how badly she'd lost that second match against her, and all thoughts of mercy went out of the window.

This was the second stage of her plan. A counter to one of Melony's very favourite attacks.

"Whimsicott, use Fairy Wind!"

Instead of one massive storm, several small gusts of wind blew into the battlefield. Frosmoth's storm disintegrated as clusters of feathers were blown apart from each other. The Ice & Bug type could only watch as more and more feathers started flying towards it... and past it entirely, instead targeting the trainer just beyond.

Melony had just taken off her boot when the first feathers hit her. Soon they were spiralling all around her, teasing her ears and neck, dancing over her thighs and bare foot, slipping under her jumper and going for her navel. Every feather she batted away or plucked out of the air was insantly replaced with three more. What they lacked in precision they made up for in overwhelming numbers - and, of course, the sensitivity of the target.

"Ohohahahaha! Oh gracious, that's tohohohoho muahahahahach! Oh please, I'm toho ticklish, stop it, ohohohohohoho!"

The Ace Trainer wandered over and knelt down beside the quivering Gym Leader. Tears were streaming down Melony's cheeks, now flushed red from several minutes of straight laughter. Her back, face, and neck were all covered by dozens of loose strands of hair, her hat was in grave danger of falling off her head, and her top had ridden up, exposing a bit of bare skin. Her shoulders shook less and less as the fairy wind died down and the feathers fell in a soft pile around her, her unbridled guffaws dying down into soft chuckles and the occasional hiccup or snort.

Sandra hovered there (she should have kept standing, her knees were now freezing cold) as Melony's breath once again stabilised. She waited until she had fully recovered, before moving to stand up - only to be interrupted as she felt a hand grab hers.

"Well, young lady, you've certainly mastered the element of surprise. You caught me totally off guard." She reached down into her boot and withdrew a Joltik, a little scuffed but otherwise completely fine. "I suppose this fellow also belongs to you?"

Sandra thought of saying something, before simply swallowing and returning the Joltik to its Pokeball. She was going to spoil it with Poketreats tomorrow. Clenching her fists, she nervously looked back towards Melony, finding her gazing aimlessly into the stands, the arena now as quiet as a Tandemaus.

"I can't recall... I don't think I've ever laughed quite that much before." She turned around, grinning, seeming almost pleased with herself. "Tell me, do you subject every poor trainer you meet to that kind of torture?"

"No. Only the ones I can't beat fairly." Sandra shot Melony a shaky smile, and was met with a burst of warm laughter.

"Sadly for you, dear, this battle does violate the longstanding rule that forbids you from attacking the opposing trainer, using Pokemon or not. So I'm afraid I can't grant you the badge. However..." A devilish smirk spread across Melony's face. "I have several questions regarding your strategy that this battle failed to conclusively answer. If you wouldn't mind coming to my house after the gym closes, we could explore this matter to our heart's content." She leaned in and murmured in Sandra's ear. "They say I'm quite a laugh in the right hands..."

On second thoughts, Sandra could afford to delay her journey a little.

#augtickletober2023 #pokemon tickle #tickle fic #tickle story #suggestive #slightly at the end #i wrote this in one sitting you can probably see me running out of steam at the end #i made it way too long #but it's ok #melony my beloved #she deserves all the tickles #best gym leader fr

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