Quickie: Something Fishy (TK)

I was talking to some people on my Discord server about possible species for my tickle-centric land of Hysterica, and tickle mimics have been on my mind for quite some time. Eventually I combined the idea of boot-mimics (based on a few pics of tickle boots I've seen in the past) with the cliche of fishing up an old boot, and came up with something interesting enough to put to use in RPs. So here's a quick one-off I did with pleple50, "feet"-uring the mimics in question and his cute OC, Silas!

As for what the fish are called, someone suggested "Mukerel" as a portmonteau of "mukluk" (a type of soft boot worn by native Arctic tribes, often made of reindeer skin) and "mackerel". I ultimately came up with a better term, though, "Muklurk", which is more appropriate for a freshwater species and sounds like "muck lurk" to boot (ba-dum-tsh), which was more popular. So Muklurk it is! :)

(For future reference, by the way: the "Quickie" tag will be used henceforth for any story that is at most 4 pages on Microsoft Word, or below 2,000 words in length.)

Silas belongs to pleple50, and this story has been edited and posted with his permission.


Contains: */M tickling, feet only. SFW.

Word Count: 1,745

 
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Silas was feeling quite bored. That was all he could think of to describe it - he’d pretty much seen and experienced everything there was to see in the previous part of the woods he’d visited. Which was why he’d ventured much further west than he was normally used to, hoping to find something interesting.

The adventurous youth looked quite like an ordinary 22-year old with curly black hair and a slim physique, except for the black cat ears sticking out of the top of his head and his matching tail; he was largely shirtless except for leathery straps on his chest and arms, with a green cloak over black leather shorts. His size 9 feet were bare, and decorated with a pair of fish-boned anklets connected to rings on his second toes. He also carried a staff made from green twisted wood and multiple bones, with three orange skulls indicating his status as a necromancer. Well, a slightly inexperienced catboy necromancer… Would that be a “nekomancer”?

In any case, Silas soon found himself near a forest pool, no doubt stocked with that feline delicacy, fish. Except that if you looked in the clear pond water, you’d think there was a whole mess of old boots down there. And for some reason, they were moving.

Whether they were fish turned into a boot-like shape, or boots that had been enchanted to become fish, who knew. Perhaps they always had been just that, boot-shaped fish. Such thoughts however did not occur to the neko who just happened to be passing by this very pool. It was only a few moments before he noticed the odd-looking fish… if you could call them that.

“These are new, what even are they?” he said aloud. There was no response, except the sight of the boot-shaped fish doing typical fish things in the water.

Silas, ever impulsive and curious as he was, wondered if these strange fish would do something if he dipped his feet in the pool. He decided to do so, though not before taking off his anklets and setting them aside first.

“Mmmm, they dont seem to do much,” he mused to himself. “What if I put them inside…”

Two of the boot-fish began to move just a little closer. It was almost a minute before they were in reach, but once they were, Silas was quick to put his feet inside the dorsal cavities of each of them see if they feel… well, fishy.

As it turned out, the bottom-feeders only seemed slow and gentle. But should someone mistake them for normal boots and put them on, their effects on bare feet were a whole different story. There were in fact tiny tentacles lining every inch of their inner cavities, and they felt rather slimy.

“Nya!” Silas yelped in surprise at the sudden sensation. The fish felt kind of gross and squishy but at the same time warm and soothing, with some slimy fluids spreading all over his feet as though it were some kind of relaxing oil. Silas moved his feet about to try and escape the weird tentacles, since they were immobile, they just felt odd but comfy.

Then the little tentacles started moving… At least the ones in contact with the soles of his feet, wiggling against the arches and heels.

“Aagghehehe! Of cohourse youhuhu tickle!!” Silas began to snicker and move his feet about inside the boots, unable to avoid the tickling. He enjoyed the sensation, however, and squirmed about a bit in place as he allowed it to continue. Then more and more tentacles joined in, dozens and dozens all over his soles, arches, heels, and the undersides of his toes.

“GehehehahaHHAHA!!” At the increasing intensity of the tickling, especially between his toes, he began to cackle and toss his head around.

“Why would they even do thihihis?! What’s the pohohoint! Not that I mind though!” Silas continued to squirm around but made no attempt to take them off, being a true tickle masochist and no stranger to such a scenario.

The fish had no answer to that except to tickle his feet from ankle to toe. Now all of the tendrils inside their trapping cavities were tormenting the soles, toes, and even the tops and sides of his helpless feet, the rims sealed tight to ensure he couldn’t escape.

“Gahahahahaha how hungry are you?!” Silas tried curling his toes in order to curb the sensation and after feeling the boots tighten tried to pull them free. “I cahahant take them oofffff,” he pleaded. “I love this but not THAT much!”

The fish continued tickling for several more moments, and then stopped, as though getting ready for something else… something evil…

Silas managed to catch his breath after finally getting a break. His feet felt tingly from the tentacles squirming all over, and he still tried to remove the fish so his feet could get a fresh breath of air, but they were stubborn and didn’t budge. “This was very fun, but this is getting scary now… Come on, get off…”

Then the fish began to secrete another substance that covers his feet in their entirety. It was in fact a mild skin irritant, which could only mean one thing…

“Agh! God how many damn tricks do you have?!” Silas instantly recognized the prickling sensation. It was itching slime. Silas had felt itching powder torture beforehand and he did enjoy it… But he could quickly get overwhelmed by it. And since his feet were slathered in the weird oil from earlier and tickled all over, they were extra sensitive to stimulus, making the itching even worse. He could only try to remove the shoes more desperately while grunting and squirming his toes all over.

“Nono please dont do me like this, you already had your fun!” the poor neko pleaded. His main worry was not the itching itself, but rather not knowing if the fish would ever let him go.

But the fish wouldn’t let go… And now the oil was coating his feet completely and because it was sealed in they’d never dry out. With nowhere else to go that meant it would only intensify over time…

“Agh nngghhh!” He tried to kick his feet in the water, hoping at least some of the itching goo would slip out of the boots, but the prickling began to intensify and started to make Silas sweat and squirm much harder. Maybe a little of the slime escaped but the rest was still trapped… The boot-fish could resorb it, sure, but what would be the point? It seemed as though they’d tease him to near insanity until he passed out.

He was getting more desperate by the minute and began to drool a bit from the continued intensity, he had thrashed about so hard he couldnt move his legs much and was forced to only limply sit there and suffer through it all. He was no doubt cursing at himself, for the thousandth time, letting his curiosity lead him to problematic situations.

“Please! What do you want?! This is too much!” he shouted at the cursed boots which, for who knew what reason, had this weirdly specific natural ability.

The fish had no response, yet again… The itching continued for some time and it’d only be a matter of time before he started begging for mercy… and the inevitable transpired.

Soon enough, a good while had passed, how long it was being a mystery to him since it all felt eternal for him. He was a drooling mess, merely twitching and barely able to speak. All he could say was “Mercy, please make it stop!” in a low voice while his feet just curled and spread from reflex rather than at will. That is, until he finally passed out from sheer mental and physical exhaustion while the feet continued to have their way with his feet. If they were still there by the time he woke up, he would wake up screaming.

The oil was resorbed into the fishes’ bodies after a while… and then without a moment’s warning the tendrils started tickling his feet again!

“NYAGH BAAHAHAHAHA!!!” Silas got a very rude awakening. Normally he would be very happy being awoken to tickling, but since the previous episode left his feet so sore and tired, he was instantly brought back to being overwhelmed.

“Please, anyone! Help! HEEHEHEHEHELP! Why are yoohohou so cruuhuhuel?!?!” He kept trying to get up to walk away to get help, but every single attempt made the tickling become ten times worse, ultimately making him drop to the floor.

The fish continued tickling nonstop, the tentacles going in between his toes and caressing every little crease and smooth expanse upon his skin, some holding his toes back to prevent him from scrunching his feet in the cavities… It was truly maddening, and only a matter of time before he would pass out AGAIN.

The poor man was being kept out of breath, he was panting and laughing so hard no sound would come out of him. The tickling at this point had made him extremely aroused but was too preoccupied with the torture to even think of doing anything to his excited member. He was crying tears to the point you could see the same streaks of dry tears being re-coated every single time. This continued until Silas, by this point an absolute mess of giggling and rather aroused ticklish neko flesh, passed out.

By the time he woke up again, the fish were mysteriously absent… save for a few skid marks leading back to the pond. Though his feet were still very, very slimy.

He was absolutely exhausted now, and his feet still red from so much stimulation. But Silas still was aroused and experiencing the after-effects of the intense tickling and itching sensation. He had to admit that it was fun but scary, especially since even after knocking out once he was still being tortured.

After putting his anklets and toe rings back on, Silas took note of these peculiar fishes, to see if maybe he might use them on someone in the future if he bumped into them again. Even after this experience he would probably, as always, try new things that catch his eye, be it for his amusement or peril. For now, though, he staggered off on his way eastward once more, back home to take a nice bath and a good long rest.