This is a new story commission for a good friend and long-time client, Skullgirlsisbased - and as an exception to their general rule for the time being, this is the only /M work among their commission plans for me thus far, though given that it gave me the opportunity to draw and write something with Pit again, I guess it was only fair to take that chance! On a related note, while the bulk of the fic is based on the pic that I was commissioned to draw as its cover illustration, the ending is also an homage to an illustration I commissioned years ago (which is available on request), although it isn't a one-to-one copy of it given that what Pit is doing in the scene in question is different from the scenario in the pic itself. Still, I figured a nod to that old piece would be an appropriate note to end on.
This story took quite a bit longer to work on than I expected, but it was fun to play with my favorite fictional character of all time once again, all things considered. Given the ton of IRL stuff I've had to deal with lately, including my recent health crisis, I'm probably going to have to take it a bit slower with regards to written works especially, although I'll still try and get at least one story done per month for the remaining three months this year since it wouldn't be right not to after I did that for all the previous months (though knowing how my life is, monthly stories might not be guaranteed from next year onward). Still, there's quite a few more stories I have in the works that I look forward to sharing with the rest of you in the coming months, including a revenge sequel to this one!
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Eleven years. That was how long it had been since his last true adventure… The last gap between missions had been twenty-five years, and this was a hair’s breadth away from half that time. And yet, despite so much hope of a new update to Skyworld’s history, nothing had come of it at all.
His white-feathered wings drooping so low that their tips nearly touched the floor, a certain angel with a gold laurel wreath over his brown tufted hair, along with a white chiton over his dark blue underclothes, was currently seated on the front steps leading up to the temple of his goddess, watching the world go by. His sandals removed and set aside, the captain of the divine guard simply reclined cross-legged on the steps with a forlorn look on his youthful features, feeling almost as though all of Skyworld was carrying on with its existence without him.
“Pit? Are you alright?”
The angel started a bit and looked up and to the side. The goddess of light herself had joined him, and though she was standing at her full height, her posture was casual at the moment, her long green hair and elegant white robe fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze of late summer. Her equally green eyes had a look of gentle concern as she regarded her most loyal servant, her lips pursed slightly.
“Oh! Oh hey, Lady Palutena! I was just… I was gonna catch a breath of fresh air, that was all!” Pit gave a slightly nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “What brought you here, anyhow?”
The goddess tutted good-naturedly. “Just wanted to check on you. I noticed you weren’t in the temple for quite a while, and I was wondering what you were doing — especially out here on the front steps, without a weapon in sight…”
“Ack!” The angel flushed, trying to come up with some excuse that didn’t make it obvious that he’d been slacking off on duty. “I-I was… I was meditating, that’s all!” One moment of readjusting his leg position later, and he was seated such that each of his large bare feet was positioned on the opposite thigh, its bottom turned upward, accompanied by him putting his palms together. “Ommm…”
That got a snicker from the green-haired deity, who obviously wasn’t buying it for a second. “You didn’t look like you were doing that a second ago.”
“Ommmmm…” His humming was louder now, as though trying to block out what she was saying.
“Okay, now you’re just being disrespectful,” chided Palutena.
“OMMMMMMMMMM!!” The captain put his hands to his ears as he hummed even louder still, giving away that he was clearly not in the mood to answer her.
The goddess was silent for a few moments, but didn’t budge. Instead, she sat down next to him, remaining silent, anticipating that he’d break the awkward silence. She was proven right after just a few seconds as Pit let out a tired sigh.
“Alright, alright. It’s just… I’M BORED!” He threw his arms up in frustration. “Like, really, really bored! You know how long it was between the first adventure I had to save you, and the one where I beat up Medusa again and then Hades himself?”
“Hmmm, yes, I remember our last escapade very well indeed.” Palutena rubbed her chin in thought. “Medusa did say she had been gone for twenty-five years at the time—”
“And how long do you think it’s been since we whooped her unholy buns, huh?” Pit folded his arms and pouted at her, waiting for her to do the math.
Palutena paused for a few moments, counting in her head. Finally, she replied, “Eleven?”
“Yeah, eleven! And you know what twenty-five divided by two is, right?”
“A bit more than twelve, meaning almost half the amount of time has elapsed since the war against Hades that there was between that time and when we first fought Medusa.”
“Exactly!” Pit glared at nothing in particular. “And you know what’s happened between those times, right? Nothing. Nothing at all! Just like, watching over Skyworld and anticipating threats that never came, and being stuck in the temple of the Goddess of Light forever! You do know what cabin fever is, do you?”
Palutena regarded him with an expression of pity. “Oh, dear. Seems like the lull got to you worse than I expected…”
“Understatement of the millennium,” Pit muttered, shaking his head sourly. “There is literally nothing for me to do! Nothing fun, at any rate.”
The goddess wondered for a moment if there was anything she could say to prove him wrong. The Smash Brothers tournaments were obviously out, because they weren’t exactly canon, but with the lack of a fourth wall, who knew? Before she could come up with an alternative, though, she noticed his lack of footwear and the position of his legs, and an idea came to her. She’d heard the stories of how much of a foot tease her captain was even with sandals on, and a certain rumor about his feet in particular…
“Well, there’s something fun I know we can do together,” she said finally. “This is a fanfiction of a certain nature, after all, and I’m sure the readers want us to get to the important stuff as soon as we can. So I might as well save them any more trouble…”
“Huh?” Pit looked up at her, momentarily confused, but then he saw where her hand was reaching and uttered a startled squeak. “Now, w-wait just a—!!”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence before her long, elegant fingernails began lightly scratching the arch of his wide, meaty size thirteen, where it was at its deepest. His reaction was instantaneous, but as she suspected, he didn’t make any attempt to pull his foot away, despite all his squirming. “YEEEHEHEHEHEEEK! L-LADY PALUTENAHAHAHAHHAHAAAA!”
“Having fun yet, Pit~?” The deity was now moving her nails up towards the spot on his big foot where the arch met the ball, causing his toes to curl tightly in a most adorable fashion.
“BWAHAHAHAHAH I’M TRYIHIHING!” the angel replied, struggling not to break his position. “YOU’RE JUST DISTRACTING MEEHEHEHEEE!”
“Isn’t that kinda the point?” she teased, now moving to sit behind him and reaching over for his other foot.
“YAAHAHHAHAHAHAH W-WAIT NONONO NAHAHAT THE OTHER OHOHONE! YEEEHEHEHEHAHAHA AHAHAHAHH NEEAEHEHEHAHAHHH!” The angel tried to move his legs, but with their current position, they were as good as trapped. The pitch of his laughter only increased as Palutena started playing with his bubbly toes and picked at each little one especially. “NONONO THAT’S MY WORST SPOOOHOHOHAHAHHAAH!!”
“That’s what you get for wearing sandals all the time,” Palutena said with a chuckle. “Though honestly, I’d prefer you keep it that way. Don’t wanna have to take your shoes off to see and get to your cute ticklish toes, after all.”
“NNNGFFFFFHHHAHAHHHAHAH – HHH – OH COME OHOHON, STOP BLAMING MEHEHEHEHEEE!” Pit replied, managing to shoot a brief glare of annoyance at her despite being in total hysterics.
“No promises there. You’re just too fun to mess with. Now, put your arms above your head…”
“EEEK!” Pit was quite sure he knew where this was going, but complied anyway. He squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of her fingertips drilling into the soft, smooth hollows of his underarms, but he should’ve remembered that with someone like Palutena, one must always expect the unexpected.
“YIIIIIIIIHIHIHIEEEEP! F-FEHEHEHEHEATHEHERS?!” he yelped suddenly. “OH, THAT’S JUST MEEHEHHEHEEHEHEAN!”
Still tickling his toes with her fingers, Palutena had unfurled the long, feathery wings on her back, flipping them forward and folding them around the pair in such a way that their soft tips were lightly dusting her captain’s armpits. Now attacked on two fronts, the angel tried to struggle free, leaning forward as far as he could without risking loss of balance – which, to be fair, didn’t make that much of a difference, especially since the size of the goddess’ wings meant she could reach his tickle spots with ease.
After a minute or so of this, she decided to switch her tickle tactics around. As soon as she’d withdrawn her fingers from his soles, she began drilling their tips into his underarms and wiggling them in tight circles. At the same time, her wings moved downward and began waving their soft tips against the balls of his feet and the pads of his toes, deftly dodging every wiggling attempt by the latter to capture them.
“Kitchy kitchy coo, Pit~!” she teased, basking in his incessant laughter and helpless squeals. “So many tickle spots, so little time… I guess even my wings and fingers can’t cover all of them at once. I’ll take what I can get, though!”
“WHAHAHAHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THHEHEHEN, T-TIE MYSELF UHUHUP OR SOMETHIHIHIHING?!”
Palutena chuckled at this. “Hmmm, now there’s a thought…”
“W-WAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAIT! I-I WAS ONLY JOHOHOHOKIHIHING!”
Still, the goddess withdrew her wings and fingers after a last few pokes and strokes, before hugging him from behind. “I still think it’d be nice to try a little something I’ve got around the temple that might have something to do with what you had to go through, though. It may help put a smile on your face again for the first time in a while, and I haven’t tried tickling you myself yet so this would be a fun little exercise – for me, at least.”
Still trying to catch his breath, Pit struggled a little to uncross his legs. “Hahahheheh… B-but is it gonna be fun for me ? That’s the question, is it?”
“Aww, but you’ve told me before that you like being tickled~”
“Y-yeah, but that’s usually between close friends like Zelda or Sora. I haven’t gotten it from you yet, and I don’t know how to feel about such an experience. M-maybe some other–”
“Some other time? Should I wait another eleven years for another chance like this, then?”
Pit looked more flustered than ever, but ultimately relented. “Alright, alright! I’ll go with whatever you have in mind, then. But, um… What exactly do you have in mind?”
Palutena chuckled. “Come with me. I know just the thing that’ll help you out of your little funk…”
The room that awaited the captain of Palutena’s guard was a simple one with white walls and floor, the kind used for storage. There were plenty of restraining devices around the room, but one in particular stood out. On a raised platform, in front of a large cushion big enough to sit on, was a pair of elaborately carved stocks that seemed to resemble a miniature gateway, though in place of doors there were multiple wooden panels surrounding two rings of padding, meant to be assembled once the ankles of their captive were fit into place.
“Ohhhh, you’ve gotta be joking…” Pit groaned a little, noting how similar the stocks looked to the Intensity Gates of many of the places he had to visit for ground battles.
“Well, I did have all the time in the world to prepare something like this,” Palutena chuckled. “I was wondering how soon it’d be before I got the chance to test it out, though I was honestly tempted to put Dark Pit in it at least once, just to see how he’d like it. But you’re the best fit by far, so what do you say you give them a try?”
He swallowed hard, but nodded. Moving over to the cushion and taking a seat, he gently stuck his feet forward and pushed them through the padded loops until his ankles were through. As the panels of the stocks had been slid apart to allow this, he had no issue doing so, but when Palutena reassembled the panels, he couldn’t pull himself free. It didn’t help that the stocks had been bolted to the platform, leaving his wide size thirteen soles good as trapped.
“C-can we at least talk about this?” Pit asked nervously, though he couldn’t deny his feeling of excitement at finally being tickled by his goddess and personal idol.
Palutena rubbed her chin as though thinking, but finally shook her head. “We’ve talked about it long enough, I’m afraid. So, is that a yes or no?”
He sighed in dismay, though he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement all the same. “Whatever you want is fine…”
“Alright! I’ll take that as a yes!” With that, she started by kneeling in front of him and wiggling a finger into each arch, causing him to twitch in place with the corners of his mouth turning up a little.
Since the goddess was currently barefoot as well, having taken her footwear off before entering the chamber, her own feet were in a good position to be used to tempt her patron, but she decided that could wait due to wanting to start off soft. He had no idea that she was seated on her knees and heels, her toes pointing forward so the arches of her long size twenties were stretched taut — no doubt an interested tickler would gladly take advantage of that, and Pit was known to be quite the devious switch tickler himself…
As it was, he continued squirming and trying to stifle his giggles as the long green nails, perfectly manicured, played along the length of his soles with expert precision. Up and down they went, dragging in circles over his heels, sliding up the arches and tracing figure-eights over the plush balls of his big feet. His giggles were getting louder by the moment, and they both knew that this was just the beginning.
Deciding to ramp things up a bit, Palutena started walking two fingers up and down each arch, moving in time to each and every wiggle of his soles. It was when she made her way up to the bases of his toes and outward towards the pinkies that he finally cracked under the strain.
“PFFFfffaahahahahhahahaaa! Gyeeeheheheee!”
“And there we go! I knew I could put a smile on your face~!” Palutena flashed a serene, sweet simper of her own as she worked along the stem of each little toe, scratching lightly and softly.
“Nggghhh… GYAAAHAHHAHHhhahahhHEEHEHEEEHYAAHHAA!” he squealed, scrunching his toes on instinct and leaving the tops of the digits exposed for Palutena to play with. When she did so, he spread his toes out with another squeak of laughter, letting her start teasing the pad and stem of each pinky. Rinse and repeat.
“Hmm, seems like your toes are being a little feisty today,” the goddess mused after a few minutes of this cycle. “Perhaps we could have them be strapped in nice and tight for their own safety?”
He shook his head in spite of himself, but he knew it was useless and, honestly, he couldn’t help but feel excited for what was to come. At least she had the tact to stop tickling him while she got up and went to get the cords needed for this next part of the tickle session.
Once again kneeling in front of him, she took two of the four lengths of black twine she’d collected and then tied them around both several metal loops affixed to the top of the stocks. Then she looped them around the stems of his big toes so they wouldn’t be able to move; even that was ticklish to the stems, but he forced himself to hold it on and keep his feet still for now.
“There we go,” Palutena said with satisfaction once she had finished with the toeties. “Now your big cute feet aren’t going anywhere. Let’s see how they do when they’re unable to dodge!”
“N-no, please!” Pit begged, though he did sound half-hearted in that respect. If he’d wanted to escape, now that simply wasn’t an option.
Palutena started by pressing her thumbs against his soles and running them up and down the length of his arches, the pads gently kneading the doughy surfaces as she relished the sensation of them sinking just slightly into them. The angel sighed in contentment in spite of himself, as even though this massage was just a prelude to the next part of the tickling, it was quite relaxing all the same. She knew all the right spots to get him to melt in her hands, and he wondered why she didn’t do this more often.
Then she started wiggling her thumbnails into the exact centers of his arches, and he squeaked in surprise, his wings flapping suddenly. Oh, so that was why.
Moving her thumbs upward towards the balls of his feet, Palutena had positioned the rest of her fingers to start tickling his arches at the same time, and within a matter of moments, all ten nails were scratching softly against his large soles. The captain of her guard didn’t stand a chance.
“HYYY-YEEEAAAHAHHAHAHHHAHAH! WAHAHAHA — LADY PALUTENA, STOOOOP, PLEEEHEHEHEHEEASEEEHHHEHEHAHAHA!!!”
“Aw, but Pit, your laugh is so cute — and so are your feet!” The goddess beamed at him in her motherly fashion, but still didn’t let up with the tickling.
“GEEHEHHEHHEHEHEHE TH-THAHAHANKS, I GUEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSS!” Even when beside himself with laughter, he still blushed at the compliment.
“Awww, does that tickle?” Palutena teased, now letting her fingers scrape against his inner arches while her thumbs took a breather.
“KYYYEEEHEHEHHEH-HYYESSSSS! YES IT TIHIHICKLES! BWAHAHAHA NOT THAT SPOTTTT! OH, NO NONONOOOAAAHAHAHHAHHHA!”
“I can imagine. I kept my nails in perfect condition just for this purpose, you see~!”
“YEHEHEAHAHAHAHAHAH, I NOHOHOTIHIHICED! KYEEEHEHEHEHEH! W-WORST FOOT MASSAGE EVEHEHEHERRRHHEEHEHYYYEEEE!!”
“Well, if you can’t handle it at its worst, you don’t deserve it at its best, riiiiight~?” The goddess winked at him, suspecting that taking advantage of his stubborn pride in the face of adversity, especially when expecting a reward at the end of it all, would play him right into her hands.
She was right, it seemed. “ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, I’LL TRY TO HAHAHAHANDLE IHIHITTT!” the angel responded. Squeezing his eyes shut and biting his bottom lip, his laughter was now quieter and more like very rapid breathing with the occasional snort or wheeze. He was now attempting to hold it all in, but knowing just how sensitive his size thirteens were, and how much space there was to tickle, it was clear to them both that he wouldn’t last much longer at this rate.
The goddess moved up to start playing with his toes again, this time wigging a nail against the pad of each digit. “This little angel went out to save Skyworld, and this little angel returned victoriously.”
“PFFFFHMMMMMMHMMHMMM!” Tears were trickling down Pit’s blushing cheeks as he realized what was coming.
“This little angel wanted a new game within the next twenty-five years, but this little angel got none… at least for now. Just sit tight and be patient, Pit, and don’t give up just yet — I’m sure Sakurai isn’t about to abandon us just because time isn’t on his side.” As she reassured him, she took the time to tickle the bases of his toes, causing the digits to curl as best they could.
At least their franchise hasn’t been left to rot, and that was something he could take comfort in. Maybe someday there’d at least be a Switch port at least, but he could only hope… though perhaps that might be its own reward for now.
“And this little angel went…” Palutena’s cheerful, teasing tone snapped him back to reality as she moved her fingers back towards the final toes he had. His eyes opened again and widened to their fullest extent, powerless to stop it but also not wanting to do so.
“…hee, hee, hee, all day long!” The green-haired goddess finally grasped each pinky toe between her index fingers and thumbs before starting to twirl the digits back and forth over them.
“NGGGFFFFFFFFHHAAAAAAAAAH! YAHAHAHAHHAHAHH AHHAHAHAHAHAAAIIEEEEHEHEEE! NOT THE PINKY TOES, NOT THOHOHOHOSE! NAHAHAHAHHA I CAHAHHAHAHAN’T! AIIEEEHEEHEEEHEHEEE! MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP, PLEHEHEHEASE MAKE IT STOOAAAHAHAHHAHAHAPPP!!”
“I knew you’d crack eventually,” Palutena teased as she continued plucking and playing with those hypersensitive digits. “Kitchy kitchy coo, Pit~!”
“GYAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHA YEEEEEK! NYOOHOHOHOHOHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!”
The angel squealed and thrashed about for several more minutes as the tickling continued, feeling slightly lightheaded now from how hard it was to breathe. His wings were still free, but unable to do anything at all to deter Palutena’s tickling fingers; all he could do was flap them desperately as if he could fly away from the maddening sensation, never mind that the stocks were secured to the platform so well that such a thing was impossible.
Still, the beating of his wings was almost as loud as his laughter. Such was the intensity of it, in fact, that several feathers came loose and fluttered around the pair of them… something that Palutena was quick to take notice of.
“Oh, what have we here~?”
The tickling finally stopped… for now, anyway. But when he blinked the tears from his blue eyes and looked around, the angel finally took notice of the scattered plumes and realized that his ticklish torment was not over yet.
Reaching for the floor, Palutena picked up two of the feathers, twirling them around in her fingers for her captain to take a look at. That got the expected response: audibly swallowing, he was already giggling uncontrollably once again.
“You know exactly what’s about to happen, don’t you?” the deity singsonged.
Pit nodded, sweat having already run down his forehead from the tickles but not letting up. “C-can we talk about thihihis? Pleeease?!”
“Let me think… Nope,” she replied, before she started using the tips of the feathers to dust the spots on his feet where the arch met the ball, causing him to lose his composure once more.
“YIIIIIIIIIIHHHH! YAAAHHHEEEHEHEHHEEEHAAAAAHHH!! S-STOOAAAHAHHHAHA–!!”
“What can I say? You can never go wrong with the classics~” Palutena chuckled good-naturedly as she continued, using the soft but stiff feathers to saw at the inside arches of his feet. She couldn’t help but admire the way his toes were wiggling desperately, spreading and clenching spastically as he was reduced to uncontrollable chortling.
“Now, let’s see what happens if I…” she said to herself as she moved the feathers up towards the bases of his toes. The angel squeaked and squealed at this, throwing his head back as the stems of his pinky toes were teased mercilessly; every movement of his feet, every toe-wriggle, was matched perfectly by the feather tips as Palutena focused on the reddened digits, already sensitized by the finger tickling.
“Kitchy coo, Pit~ My my, those pinkies really are the worst spots of yours, huh? Go figure~”
“YAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA ENOHOHOHOUGH!! PFFFFHHAHHAHHEHEHEHEHEEEE I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – PFFFHHHHHEEEHEHEHEHAHHAAHIEEEEEEHEHEEE! N-NOT THERE, NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEEEERRE!!!”
“There, you say? Don’t mind if I do. Tickle tickle tickle~!”
“BWAAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAH NOOOOOOOOHOHHAHAHHAHAHHHH!!” he howled, his laurel crown nearly falling off his head as he thrashed about in place. The dual teasing of both the verbal and feathery varieties was almost enough to make him completely lose his mind.
A few more feathers had detached from his wings at that point, and Palutena took notice of that, too. The feather teasing upon his pinkies came to a halt a few moments later, but just when he thought the worst was over…
“EEK! EEEEK!”
“What? A little feather between the toes never hurt anyone!”
“N-no, please dohohohon’t–!” Feeling every little movement tickle himself upon the feathers now stuck between his fourth and fifth toes on each foot, he realized in an instant what Palutena was planning. And it only went even further downhill from there when she picked up several more of the molted feathers and began placing them in the other gaps between his toes as well, causing him to squeal adorably each time she inserted one.
“There we go~!” Palutena said happily once she was done. “Now we’re ready for the last part of this session. Any last words, Captain?”
Helpless to stop what was about to happen, the angel desperately tried to hold his toes still, but the very feeling of the feathers between them caused them to wiggle slightly on instinct and subject themselves to a vicious cycle of tickling in the process. For a third time, he gulped, his eyes wide. “P-please, Lady Palutena… heheheh… B-be gentle…”
The goddess chuckled once more. “I’ll make no such promises~”
Before he could say anything further, she’d leaned her head towards his left foot – and started licking.
“AAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” The angel threw his head skyward again and screamed at the top of his lungs. His superior’s tongue was now running up and down his large sole, stroking quickly and softly against the skin and slickening it with her saliva; the sensation was also causing his toes to wiggle more fiercely than ever, brushing themselves against the soft feathers and only exacerbating the overall experience. “WAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHEHELP! HEEEYYAAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHE S-STOHOOHAHAHAHAHHA– EHEEEEEYYEIEEEEEHHEHEHAHAHH NOT THE TOHOHOHOHOHONGUE!”
“Would you prefer this, then?” Palutena wiggled her fingertips into his right foot a few seconds later, and resumed licking his left, as though challenging him to answer which method tickled more. Not that he was capable of answering, of course – his mind was spinning and he was finding it hard to breathe.
“BAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAH NOOOOOOOOOHHAHAHAHHA! EEEEEK! YAHAHAHAHAHA PFFFFHAHHEHEHEHEHEHE THAT’S SOHOHO MEEHHEHEHEHEHEEEAN! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHHAHHH WHYYYYHYHYHAHAHHHEHEEE?!”
Pausing to tickle both feet with her fingers, she replied with a laugh, “Because you’re really cute, you did say I could do whatever I liked with your big, ticklish feet, and I really, really want to~!”
“YAHAHAHAHAHHAHA YOU R-REALLY THINK SOHOHOHOHO?!” the angel shrieked. “FFHHEHEHEHEEEE I’M FINISHED I’M FINISHED I’M FINIHIHIHIHISHHHED!! NOOOHOHOHAHAHAHAHHA! OH GODDESSES, HEHEHEHEHEELLLP!!”
But there was no help coming, and admittedly, it wasn’t like he wanted it to stop anyway. As Palutena resumed licking his soles to her heart’s content, all he could do was sit back and enjoy it while it lasted, and that was exactly what he did.
He wasn’t sure when Palutena had finally stopped, but by the time he realized that the feelings of both her tongue upon his soles and the feathers between his toes had gone, he was a total mess. Drenched in sweat and totally short of breath, it was a wonder he hadn’t passed out altogether. It took the goddess several nudges of the bowl full of fresh water she was holding to get his attention.
“Are you okay, Pit? Do you need a—”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed the bowl from her and gulped down the contents in a single go. It was only then that he realized what he’d done and, with a nervous laugh, sheepishly handed the now empty bowl back to her. “S-sorry…”
“No no, I’m the one who should be sorry.” Palutena had a smile on her face again, but it was now guilty and apologetic. “I think I went a little overboard there. I guess I should’ve let you have a break every now and then, or at least asked before I really indulged.”
Still gasping for breath, Pit couldn’t help but snicker at this. “Yeah, you really should’ve. But honestly, I kinda needed a laugh like that after the bad mood I was in all week. Th-thank you.”
“Honestly, if you’d just told me sooner, I could’ve done more to help,” Palutena replied as she undid the stocks and toeties. “But I’m glad you did talk to me about it. I honestly feel the same way a bit, about not having any new adventures lately, but I’ve taken comfort in what we did do in the past, and how it made an impact on a lot of people.”
Now free to stretch his legs, the angel slid off the dais he’d been seated upon for the last half-hour and got to his feet, despite his legs feeling wobbly and his soles tingling. “You do realize I’m gonna have to get you back for this later, do you?”
“Eh, that was a risk I was willing to take.” She smiled and offered her hand. “So, shall we head over to the lounge for a game or two?”
Upon regarding her once again, the angel remembered that Palutena was barefooted as well, and one quick downward glance told him that her bare feet, with their green nail polish to match her hair, were even larger than his own, and very pretty-looking as well. Perhaps they were more soft and sensitive, too? He was too exhausted from his own tickle session to get the answer to that question now, but it was definitely worth investigating later.
As it was, though, he simply smiled back as he took her hand. “Sounds good to me. Though while I’m at it, perhaps a little pampering might be nice.”
That got a chuckle from the goddess as the two of them left the storeroom. It didn’t take long for them to reach the lounge, and as soon as they entered, Pit immediately went and retrieved his Nintendo Switch with the intent of playing Tears of the Kingdom for an hour or two. But he wasn’t oblivious to the way Palutena was still glancing at his large bare feet even as the pair of them went to the gilded lounge sofa to relax upon.
“You did say you wanted pampering after what I put you through, right?” The green-haired deity beamed at him.
Pit nodded even as he booted up the game on his console. “I guess you wanted to entertain yourself in a different way than grabbing the other Switch, huh?”
She nodded. “It’s your call, Pit. Just say the word and—?!”
Without hesitation, he’d put his feet right in her lap. “Do whatever you want, Lady Palutena! I’ve got a boss to beat anyway, so we might be here for a while.”
She chuckled, and next moment, he was sighing in contentment as her fingers kneaded his soles and toes with firmness and gentleness in equal measure.
Of course, knowing her penchant for mischief, he knew the peace wouldn’t last long. He was around halfway through the first phase of the battle against Queen Gibdo when her long, sharp nails made their move.
“GYAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEE—!! H-HEHEHEHEYYY!” Startled by the sensation of her fingertips dancing along his arches, he’d fumbled and could only watch as Link took a blow that sent him sprawling. “S-stohohohahahappp! You’re ruining my concentratiohohohon!!”
“Heh, guess I am. But knowing you’ve beaten the game once already, how about making it extra challenging?”
“BahahaHAHAHAH, s-sounds fahahahair!” He had to admit, it was a lot more interesting to try and beat the boss with his soles being tickled incessantly in a bid to throw off his aim.
As Palutena continued gently running her nails up and down his soles, the angel did his best to focus on the boss battle, though he ended up stumbling a lot more often from that point forward, especially when one of his sweet spots was targeted. It wasn’t long before she took one of his ankles in her hand and lifted it up to plant first one tickly kiss, then a half-dozen more upon his plush sole, causing him to squeal adorably and slap the cushion with his palm.
“Oh, come ohohoHOHOHOHONNNN! Now I have to restahahahahart the whole thihihihing!”
“That’s why it’s a challenge. Keep at it, I’m sure you’ll succeed!” With that, she switched to his other foot, nibbling on his pinky toe and making him scream at the top of his lungs.
“GAHAHAHAHAHA!!! PALUTENA, IT TICKLES TOO MUHUHUHUHUCH!!!” he howled, squirming in place as he desperately tried to get Link out of the way of one of Gibdo’s tornadoes.
“Well, you asked for it, Pit! It's a treatment from the gods, after all.” After planting more kisses along each of his toes in turn, she returned to spidering her nails over the merrily wiggling digits and playing “This Little Angel” with them once more. “Kitchy, coochie, cooooo~!”
For what it was worth, Pit thought to himself even as he was happily laughing and attempting to power through the tickling, it was truly a blessing to be a servant of such a warm-hearted and empathetic goddess, but darn if she didn’t have an impish streak a mile wide, especially with someone as tease-worthy as him to complement it. There really was never a dull moment with either of the two.
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