On a fateful trip to Kitakami to try and photograph a certain Pokémon, Perrin finds some unexpected new friends in a pair of visiting students from Paldea - and promptly learns that wearing a crop top can lead to hilarious consequences.
This story is being uploaded to my Blogger for archival purposes. It was originally posted to my DeviantArt on August 22, 2023.
CONTENT ADVISORY: This story contains SPOILERS for the base game of Pokémon Scarlet and Violet. Playing through the game proper is preferable, though not required, for enjoyment of the content of the story.
What's this, a fic from SkaeaDaimonion without a single tickled foot in sight? The world is ending! Meowths and Growliths are living together! Just kidding, lol, but also I figured it'd be fun to step out of my comfort zone every so often and challenge myself, especially concerning tickle stuff that isn't related to feet. This may be a more recent development than foot tickles (as well as other more X-rated tickle spots), but I've found myself becoming increasingly enamored with other sensitive body parts and have wanted to try stories with them for a while. I wrote a segment with armpit tickles only as part of a commissioned work at one point but I figured I'd try an entire story focused on a non-foot spot, and I may or may not have developed a slight belly button kink after seeing a couple of delicious clips of navel tickles on Twitter (which I refuse to refer to as anything else whatsoever for various reasons). I'm afraid I'll have to push back the commissioned story I promised this month due to things that have come up IRL, but hopefully this would be a nice little standby, and I wouldn't be opposed to writing another belly-button-centric tickle fic sometime soon!
As for the subject matter proper, the second I saw Perrin's exposed midriff, there was no hope for me, and everyone else and their partner Pokémon thirsting for her in general pretty much forced my hand anyway. With the kind of personality she's stated to have on the Pokémon website I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't mind getting wrecked, though I'd have to wait until the release of The Teal Mask DLC to see how likely it'd be for this story's scenario to play out in canon. Still, I'm happy with what I came up with, all in all!
In case you were wondering, by the way, the presence of both Juliana and Florian in this story, rather than just one of the two, is because I didn't want to have to make a choice between them despite they and their academies being version-exclusive. I split the difference by referring to the promotional artwork for The Teal Mask featuring the two of them together. Their being siblings and both of their schools existing as neighbors/competitors in this continuity was my idea, though, since it's likely that the promo art itself won't go anywhere else due to being only that. It'd be interesting to see where I can take this in the future should I return to writing stuff with the Scarlet/Violet cast, but I'll have to leave it at this for the moment, I'm afraid - there's still a lot I have to do, both art- and writing-wise, before I can get to what I want to do. ^^;
Perrin, Juliana, Florian, and Pokémon Scarlet and Violet (c) Nintendo and Game Freak
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A great mountain towers over the land of Kitakami, a place of tranquil natural expanses, rice paddies, apple orchards, and other lush and luscious wonders. At the base of the mountain is a civilization that has lived here for a very long time indeed. The Pokémon Okidogi, Munkidori, and Fezandipiti are revered as heroes, known as the Loyal Three by the people of this land for having protected it in ages past. One particular occasion has been commemorated from then until now in the form of a famous annual festival, one of masks, fireworks, and all kinds of thematically appropriate foodstuffs.
This particular festival, of course, would be a special one, for although it was famous for attracting visitors from all over the world, there was one particular collective that would be attending this year. Already, the festival grounds were seeing quite a lot of activity, courtesy of a massive group of youths from a distant land who had dispersed to check out the sights, sounds, smells, and so on. The students of Naranja Academy and Uva Academy, the two foremost institutes of Paldea, were here.
Of course, as is tradition, the myriad young men and women taking what was essentially a glorified culture-studies field trip were far from the only ones visiting Kitakami as honored guests…
CLICK! The owner of the Dipplin-themed candied apple stand, caught by surprise, turned to see who had just made a surprisingly loud noise right next to their wares. A young woman with rather short, dark blue hair, her locks fading to with a light green hue at the ends, had just taken a photograph of the goods in question. In stark contrast to the sea of yukatas and getas throughout the venue, her ripped light blue jeans and especially her white short-sleeved low-necked crop top with a similarly cropped gray vest over it looked as out of place as one could get, as did her white sneakers with dark blue-gray tongues. The source of the sound just now was the camera she was holding, which she was inspecting with a contented smile before the stall owner spoke up.
“Can I help you?”
“Ah,” the camerawoman replied, smiling with a slightly abashed tone. “Was I not supposed to take a picture? Forgive me, these do look rather cute…”
The stall owner shook their head. “If you wanted a photograph, you’d probably be interested in buying one of them, too.” The stall owner shrugged. “This festival is important for our village’s economy, you see — if people enjoyed it without actually visiting, wouldn’t that leave us with less profit?”
The blue-haired woman looked a little uncomfortable at this. “W-well, I was here during last year’s festival, you see, and the photos I’ve been taking were going to be used as promotional material, just like back then. You know, to draw even more people from outside of Kitakami to the festival?” Then she saw the look on the owner’s face and hastily added, “Buuuuut there’s no point if you can’t get enough money to host it next year, is there? I didn’t think this through, did I…?”
The stall owner looked a little guilty at this. “You don’t have to buy from here if you don’t feel like it, though again, if you want to promote the festival it’s probably best to also contribute to it—”
“Mind if we help with that?” said a voice from nearby. They both turned to see someone in a green yukata and wooden geta approaching the stall, a girl with brown hair in a braid and windows matching the curtains. Close behind was a slightly taller boy with similarly short brown hair and matching eyes, also dressed in the same fashion. They looked like students from the Paldean schools, though without their uniforms it was hard to tell which ones they attended.
It had been the girl who’d spoken up, and as she reached the stall, she pulled out some Pokédollars she’d had in her pocket. “Three Dipplin apples, please. One for each of us and one for her.”
The photographer’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean—?!”
“You’ve been hard at work all day taking photos of the festival,” the boy replied with a smile. “We figured you deserved a treat for it. It’s on us, don’t worry!”
The dark-haired woman looked back at the stall owner, who nodded as they accepted the cash. “Help yourself, miss. Don’t take acts of charity for granted — that’s not what we do here, is it?”
She thought about it for a second, and then nodded. After making her choice and thanking the vendor, she left with the other two customers, who’d also picked their own treats to enjoy.
“I actually hadn’t been planning to spend anything for the festival,” the woman explained between bites of caramel-covered fruity goodness. “I’m a traveler and an artist, see, so I have to save up to afford traveling to the next location. You saved my life, really, so thank you.”
“Not a problem!” the girl replied cheerily before taking another nibble from her own apple. “For the record, you definitely have been doing the world a favor by putting up pictures of all kinds of cultural events for everyone to see, so people are more aware of what things are like beyond their own regions. How do you think we knew of this festival in the first place?”
The photographer started a little at this. “When I took photos of the place last year… Oh! I get it now. Um, you’re welcome, I suppose…”
“Don’t mention it!” said the boy. “It was our teachers who showed us the photos in class, but they said it was you who’d taken them. Didn’t think we’d get to meet the woman who took them in the first place, though!”
“Wait, that’s really her?” The girl blinked in surprise, before turning to look at the adult next to her. “You’re the famous Perrin?”
“Correct,” the blue-haired camera-woman replied in surprise and a bit of satisfaction. “And judging from how you look, you must be from a different region yourselves. Paldea, right?”
“That’s true,” said the girl. “I’m Juliana, and this is my brother, Florian.”
“Charmed,” said the boy. “Though before you ask, no, we don’t go to the same schools. Juliana is from Naranja Academy, and I’m from Uva Academy.”
Perrin stroked her chin in thought as they continued on their way through the festival venue, enjoying the plethora of sights all around them. “Hmm, those two schools, huh? The ones sitting in the same town, and always competing against each other?”
The siblings shared a laugh at this. “Well, they both have the same headmaster,” replied Florian, “so it’s like they’re each trying to get more of his favor! So they too are like siblings, in a way.”
Perrin couldn’t help chuckling as well. “I can imagine. A joint field trip for all the students from both of them is definitely new, though.”
“Yeah, it has,” said Juliana, having polished off the rest of her treat. “Director Clavell suggested it a while back — something about a greater sense of harmony between the two schools. After what we had to deal with while helping out some friends of ours, I can’t help but agree!”
The camerawoman, with her signature tool hanging from her neck by its strap and her half-eaten candy apple still in one hand, took the time to stretch idly with her arms over her head as she responded: “About time that happened, honestly. I heard about what went down there second-hand, and for what it’s worth, I’m glad it was settled before it got any worse.”
“Knock on wood,” Juliana replied, reaching out with a fist and lightly tapping on the first thing within reach.
Perrin squirmed slightly, a very faint yet high-pitched noise coming from her mouth. “Y-yeah… Knock on wood,” she giggled.
“You should’ve seen what we faced off against, though!” Florian said excitedly. “The standard gym battles were expected, obviously, but we also had to face a bunch of gang leaders who turned out to have attended the schools we were in…”
Juliana remained silent as they continued, not really paying attention to her brother continuing his story about their takedown of Team Star with Penny’s covert assistance. Perrin was also listening to him in fascination, as well as asking for clarification when needed like a good listener should, but she couldn’t help but feel like the female student’s eyes were now trained on her, and one specific spot on her specifically.
In what had been a playful gesture at the time, the female trainer had lightly rapped her knuckles against Perrin’s exposed side, just above the hip — and thanks to the camerawoman wearing a crop-top, there was virtually no clothing over it. As someone who did a lot of physical exercise thanks to her traveling, she was rather slim, but the flesh of her sides was still quite soft, though in some ways it was also appropriately firm. She hadn’t run afoul of anyone interested in running their nails along the bare skin of this part of her body, but deep down inside her, she was now feeling far more exposed and vulnerable than she’d been even a few minutes ago.
She wondered if Juliana was aware of it, too, let alone that there was one especially sensitive part on her stomach that she secretly hoped nobody would learn about…
“…and then there was that time when we took cooking lessons from Arven!” Florian spoke finally. “You were the one who handled most of the Herba Mystica stuff, right, sis?”
Juliana had been just about to discreetly poke Perrin’s side again when she started, putting both hands behind her back. “Oh! Right, yeah, that was mostly me. Though it was more than just cooking lessons, you see—”
As Juliana launched into her own story of how she and her brother helped Arven nurse his Mabostiff back to health and come to terms with the loss of his family, Perrin kept listening, chiming in with questions and comments as warranted, but she made sure not to let anyone notice her sigh of relief. There was a time and place for what was about to happen to her — just not out in public…
Five more minutes of idle chatter and sightseeing passed before the three of them finally found themselves seated on a bench near the outskirts of the venue, the siblings on either side of Perrin. She would swear that Juliana’s eyes were covertly darting towards the navy-head’s stomach every so often, but nothing had come of it just yet. Emphasis on “yet”.
“Koraidon and Miraidon… Two different Pokémon from the past and the future, brought here by an invention the world wasn’t ready for… and tamed by you two of all people?” Perrin asked, practically starstruck by the tale told by the two siblings which had just come to a close. “That’s… that’s actually amazing! I’d have loved to get photographs of the two of them, honestly, though I can see why you’d rather not bring them out while the festival is ongoing. Wouldn’t want to take away from the experience.”
“That and they’re still not used to this day and age.” Florian winced as certain awful thoughts crossed his mind. “The last thing we need is for either of them to cause a stir.”
“Or worse,” Juliana added with a shudder. “What do you think happened to Arven’s parents?”
A grim silence fell over the three of them. Among the surprises the siblings had revealed to Perrin was that their friend was basically an orphan, and had signed up for therapy sessions to deal with the losses he never knew he’d sustained. Neither of them was willing to elaborate on the unknown, terrible fate that Sada and Turo had met who knew when, but all they’d divulged was that a Koraidon and a Miraidon had been involved, though thankfully not the ones they’d each befriended. Still, you could never be too careful, especially in a crowded, public space like the Kitakami festival.
“I’m so sorry,” Perrin said finally. “That must’ve been hard for poor Arven, learning the truth. I hope he can recover from that, though if he still needs help, perhaps I can invite him for a private chat sometime. I don’t know how much I can be of use, but every little bit helps, right?”
“To be fair, he was willing to come to the festival with us, same as Nemona and Penny,” said Florian. “They’re all having a great time here, same as we are. So give it time, and I think all of us will be able to heal and move forward as long as we have each other.”
Perrin nodded in agreement, though she remained silent, in part because her mouth was full of the last bite of her Dipplin candy apple. That was when a single drop of the crimson syrup came loose and plummeted downward, landing on her stomach and sliding downward a little.
“Oh, lemme get that—” Juliana said suddenly. Perrin had just swallowed her food when she heard and saw the warning signs, but she had been a little out of it thanks to the dour mood a moment ago, and her reaction time was much too slow.
“Kyaaa!” the blue-head squealed, squirming a bit as Juliana hastily withdrew her hand. The feeling of the girl’s index finger running down the midline of her stomach, even for a second, was already a bit much for her to handle.
The brother and sister were dead silent for a few seconds. Their gazes moved inexorably towards Perrin’s navel, just in time to see the drop of syrup, which the girl had failed to actually catch, slipping right into her belly button.
Oh no, not THERE! Perrin thought frantically, though her expression remained outwardly calm. But her eyes widened when Florian smirked and said, “Here, let me get that.”
The camerawoman remained perfectly still, paralyzed from sheer embarrassment — which made her powerless to stop the boy sticking his finger directly into her navel, attempting to fish the syrup out of it. Her reaction was instantaneous, but though she attempted to squirm away, Florian skillfully matched the movements of his hand with her stomach to keep his finger wiggling around in there.
“GAAAHHAHAHHAHH OH MY GOODNEHEHEHESSSSS! HEEHEHAHAHAH GET OUT OF THEHEHEHEHEERE!”
“Hmmm… Got it, I think!” Florian finally pulled his finger out, before wiping the syrup from it onto the napkin that came with his candy apple. “Though it seems like there could still be some syrup in there. Do you want me to clean out the rest of it?”
“N-no, no, let me do it—!” Perrin stammered, having caught on to what both trainers were planning in perfect sync. But then a thought occurred to her, and she turned her head skyward as she pondered it a little. The other two regarded her, curious, until they noticed a smile begin to form on her face.
“You know… I think I can guess what you’re really up to,” she said finally. “And if I had to be honest, I wouldn’t be opposed to it — but first, think you can do me a favor?”
Both trainers gave her looks of complete astonishment.
“Waaaaait… Don’t tell me… You’re actually gonna let us do a little, uh, ‘cave exploring’ with you?!” Juliana asked right after she managed to close her mouth again.
Perrin had to giggle at the euphemism. “Just for a little bit. There’s much more where that came from, I can assure you! But if you want to poke around in here,” she added, pointing towards her perpetually exposed innie, “you’re going to have to earn it.”
The siblings looked at one another for a few moments. Then they turned back to their would-be victim, and nodded at her simultaneously. “We’re listening,” replied Florian.
Perrin’s smile widened a little. She’d gotten the two of them, hook, line, and sinker. “Weeeehehehell… Y’see, I’m not here just for the festival. The reason I came here to Kitakami was actually to find a certain Pokémon… and photograph it.”
“A certain Pokémon?” asked Juliana.
“What do you mean, exactly?” Florian added.
“Oh, something about a few… interesting rumors I learned about this region. I don’t know if I told anyone else anything about that, but I trust that you’ll keep mum about it. Right?”
The trainers nodded, though they remained quiet, listening intently.
“Well, there’s a place in this region called the Timeless Woods, which is supposedly where the Pokémon I’m looking for can be found. Not that anyone here would know for sure, though — the woods is hardly visited by anybody. The stories of the place and what happened to those who did try to find the Pokémon in it are many, but hardly consistent, at least from what I could gather while asking around. And that’s where you two come in.”
“Aww, but we wanted to enjoy the festival!” Juliana whined a little. “You sure we can’t put this off until after it’s over?”
“This could be a once-in-a-lifetime chance, though,” replied Perrin. “The sooner we take it, the better. Opportunity never knocks twice, after all!”
“I’ll admit, I’m actually a little curious about this mystery Pokémon myself,” said Florian. “But what’s in it for us? Discounts on stuff at the festival?”
Perrin rubbed the back of her neck. “Can’t promise that, since I’m also a visitor and all. But I can guarantee that you’ll both be rewarded for your help — and not just in Pokémon Dollars, either,” she added with a wink.
The two siblings eyed their friend’s naked belly, and then smiled knowingly at each other.
“Will you at least be nice enough to give us a sample, at least?” Juliana asked to Perrin. “Just a few pokes isn’t nearly enough for us. We want more of your belly-laughs right now, please! Pleeeeeease?” She gave the blue-haired woman her best Baby-Doll Eyes as she asked this, her brother following suit.
Perrin rolled her eyes with a snort of amusement. “Alright, fair enough. Five minutes sounds good, right? But the rest will have to come after you help me out. Or while you do, if you’re really that desperate~”
“Huh?!” Florian blinked in surprise. “‘Desperate’ is a bit of a strong choice of words—”
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the both of you glancing at my belly every so often this entire time~” Perrin winked. “Like I said, though, you’ll get your chance to really indulge once we’ve done what we need to. That being said, I did want to go to the Timeless Woods myself, so I’d like to accompany you there personally should you be willing to help me out. And who knows? Maybe there’ll come a time while we’re there when I’ll need to take a stretch, and let my shirt ride up juuuuuust a little…”
Just as she was stretching in real-time, however, Juliana pointed out the obvious: “You’re wearing a crop-top, though. How do you think we noticed your exposed belly-button as it was?”
That was followed up by another finger-press directly on Perrin’s navel. She flinched and squeaked, but this time, she didn’t break position.
Perrin’s smile widened further. “Ooh, eager, are you? Then, let’s get it over with~”
As the two students looked on in fascination and excitement, Perrin stood up, but not before grasping the back of the bench with both hands which forced her spine to flex backward; this led to her posing in a supported standing backbend, the kind one would use in pilates (which she did actually practice, incidentally — travelers need to stay limber, after all). Her bare stomach and her navel especially were taut as could be, and she wouldn’t be able to escape what was coming without losing her balance and falling over.
It was Juliana who made the first move, wiggling all the fingers on her right hand into the soft skin of Perrin’s side. That was just a prelude, of course, but even that was already unbearable.
“PFFFHHHAHAHAHHAHA EEEEEK!” the blue-head squealed as she instinctively tried to flex her torso away from the tickling. “OHHHH, THOSE NAHAHAHAHAILS!”
“I call the other side!” Florian declared, before moving in with his left hand to tease said other side. Now ten fingers were attacking just above Perrin’s hips and boxing her in.
“YEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEK! NONONONO — GAHAHHAHHAHAAHHAAA!” Twisting a little in place, she tried as hard as she could not to break her pose, panting hard in between bouts of hysterics. “KYEEEHEHEHEHEEE! STOOOHOHOHAHHAHAHHAHAAHHP—! NAAHAHAHAOHOHOHAHAHAH!”
The two trainers were determined to make her lose her cool, though, and they all knew it. Closer and closer their fingers moved towards the central target of their tickly assault, their victim’s eyes widening in a mix of dread and excitement as she felt her navel twitch a little through her squirming. It was almost as though it was trying to retreat into her stomach, shying away from its impending nail-induced doom.
But it was to no avail. Juliana started by tapping lightly against her belly button with the pad of her index finger, causing Perrin to emit a high-pitched squeak and nearly let go of the bench. Then the girl slipped her finger into the cavity slightly and started wiggling it around, her trimmed nail scratching just slightly against the rim.
“GYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” Perrin shrieked, almost toppling over. The way Florian had stuck his finger into her navel earlier had resulted in some very intense tickling indeed, but this much lighter touch somehow had an even stronger effect. The camera-woman felt her abdominal muscles shudder and convulse as she forced herself to remain still, trying to power her way through the merciless tickling. “KYAAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEHAHHAHA! EEEEYYYAAAAHHAHHAHAHHA GET THAT OHOHOUT OF THEEHEHEHEHEHEERE! NYOOOOHOHOHOOAAHAHAHHAHAHH!!”
“Ooh, can I try what I did again?” Florian asked eagerly, wrapping part of the napkin around his index finger. “We’ve got four minutes left, and I still need to make sure her navel is completely clean.”
Perrin gasped, realizing what this meant as she shook her head slightly in spite of herself.
“Sure~!” replied Juliana, moving her hand back to tickle their victim’s side. “Help yourself, dear brother!”
“W-WHAHAHAT?! NONONONO WAAIIIIEEEEEEHEHHHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” Perrin was beside herself with laughter, her belly shaking harder than ever as she struggled harder than ever just to keep still. Florian had buried his finger as deep into her navel as he possibly could, and was now twisting and twirling it as he pleased, the soft and cloth-like surface of the tissue pressed up against the wall of her fleshy, slitted depression and gently rubbing against it in a manner that set her nerves afire.
The cheeky boy even added to the torment by tickling her other side with his free hand, while he was at it. Again, being attacked from both sides like that left her unable to move her stomach in either direction, leaving her innie completely cornered.
“GAAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA! YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THAHAHAHAHHAHAT! IT’S TOTALLY CLEEHEHHEHEHEEAN! EEEHEHEHEHEHE PLEEHHEHEASE, MAKE IT STAHAHAHHAHAHAAAHHP! OOHOHOHOHHOAHHHOHOHO NYOOOHOHOHOHHOHOHAHAHHAHAHH!”
The poor camerawoman was laughing so hard now that she worried she was about to pass out from lack of air, such was the sensitivity of her belly button and the intensity of the tickling Florian was dishing out. She wasn’t sure how much more of this she could take, but she wasn’t about to disappoint the other two. Still, even with just two and a half minutes to go, the seconds ticking by may well have been the longest of her life.
Two minutes and twenty seconds. Two minutes and nineteen seconds. Two minutes and eighteen seconds…
She wasn’t sure how long before the finger withdrew, but it truly seemed like there was no end to the ticklish torment. No matter how much she tried to flex her torso or suck her gut in to move her navel away from Florian’s cruelly deft pointer finger, she could never shake it off or rid herself of the tantalizing scratching against the soft inner wall within.
Worse yet, the syrup that had ended up in Perrin’s belly button had slickened its walls to the point where their sensitivity had been magnified several times over. At least the napkin Florian had been using had cleaned up much of it, but she had a feeling there was still some remaining, if the feeling of the fleshy cavity remaining rather moist was anything to go by.
“There’s gotta be some way of getting the rest of it out,” Florian said in slight consternation. “But I’m going as deep as I can, and I still don’t think I can reach all the way down there…”
“Can I try? I may have something that can help.” Juliana held something thin with a white, bulbous end in one hand, still teasing Perrin’s side with the other.
The photographer looked up to see what it was and let out a discordant noise that was half-laugh, half-shriek. The female trainer had at some point tightly wrapped and knotted a piece of the napkin she’d had around the tip of the otherwise bare candy apple stick she’d been holding. Now she brandished the impromptu swab like a pen, aiming to thrust it into a certain specific place with unerring precision.
Perrin shook her head frantically, unable to speak clearly due to Florian’s finger still reducing her to hysterical laughter. But her wordless pleas for mercy once again went unheeded – the switch between the two tickle implements was so quick that had it not been for how much worse the swab was, she wouldn’t have noticed the difference.
“NOOOOOOO! NO NO NONONO ANYTHING BUT THAAAAAAAHHAHAHHAHAAT! HAHHAHAH AIIEEEEEEEEHEHEHHEHEHAHAHHHA PULL IT OHOHOHOHOUT! MERCEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEYAAAAHAHAHAHHAAAEEEE!”
“Awww, but we’ve gotta be thorough in the cleanup,” Juliana replied cheerfully, twirling the swab around inside that oh-so-sensitive cavity. “I’m not going to be responsible for how you react, just for what I’ve gotta do. Now, tickle tickle tickle~!”
Perrin could only thrash and squeal in helpless protest, struggling not to break her back-bend or lose her grip on the bench, but that was getting harder by the second. Juliana was right – the swab, being thinner than Florian’s finger, really was capable of reaching deeper into her belly-button, and its napkin-wrapped tip actually made contact with the bottom of the little hollow, which was by far the most sensitive part of it. Even with all the squirming her victim was doing, the female trainer was still delicate enough with the insertion to make sure she wasn’t causing pain with a poke too deep, and as the two trainers resumed teasing the blue-haired woman’s exposed sides and hips, keeping her from wiggling around too much, she had virtually no escape from the swab as Juliana swished and swirled it all around the floor of her navel, sending ripples of ticklish agony radiating from her gut and clouding her mind with the overwhelming sensation.
The two of them enjoyed her reactions for another minute, Florian assisting in ticklishly keeping Perrin’s abdomen in place while Juliana worked her magic with the swab, swirling and twisting it this way and that in the defenseless cavity. Perrin was beginning to feel light-headed, struggling not to lose either her control or her balance and forcing herself to keep her stomach still, but she kept attempting to suck her gut in as best she could. All that did of course was cause the swab to rub against the wall of her belly-button’s interior, which tickled almost as bad as when it was teasing its floor. The two trainers were also uttering teasing remarks about her sensitivity now, but she couldn’t quite make them out, her own laughter all but drowning out everything else and her hearing getting fuzzier by the moment.
Thirty seconds remained now. Miraculously, the swab finally pulled itself out, tickling all the way, and Juliana took note of the stain upon it – had they not already know the circumstances, it would’ve looked more alarming, but as it was, she simply chuckled. “Well, that should be the last of it. Just one thing left to do…”
“W-WHAT?!?” Perrin’s face lost a bit of its color, but she had nothing to clue her in on what was coming until, all too late, the sound of the younger girl inhaling deeply registered in her ears. “OH NO NONONO NONONONO–”
PFFFBBBTTTT!!
Perrin’s voice shot up an octave as she threw her head skyward and shrieked at the top of her lungs. “AAHHHHHHAHHHAHHAHAHAAHHAAAAAA!!!”
The raspberry had hit her in the navel dead-center. Perrin was reduced to a ticklish mess within less than a second, tiny lights dancing across her blurred vision. That left her totally unprepared for when Florian inhaled as well…
PFFFFBBBBBBBBBBFFFFFTTTTT!!! PFFFFFFTTTT!
“YYYIIIIAAAAHAAHHAHAIIIIIEEEEEHEEEHHAHAHHHH!!! NYOOOOHOHOAHAH!” Perrin screamed louder than ever, briefly letting go of the bench with one hand and twisting away from him – straight into the path of Julian’s second raspberry.
The tickles to both of her sides returned at that point, keeping her good and stuck, forcing her to hold the bench with both hands again. She could only yell and guffaw, wordlessly and helplessly, as the two trainers proceeded to alternate between blowing raspberries upon her belly button, twice more each.
There were just five seconds left to go now. Both trainers drew their breath as Perrin felt a thrill of fear surge through her spine. She would never notice, until it was much too late, that Juliana had also been aiming the swab still held in her fingers.
PFFFFBBBBBBBFFFFFFBBBBBBBTTTTT!!!
“AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!”
This final double-raspberry had targeted the spots on her stomach on either side of her navel, keeping her from squirming away when at the same time, the female trainer jabbed the swab into the soft cavity one last time and spun its tip against the bottom.
Five minutes had passed almost to the second by this point, and Perrin finally lost her grip on the back of the bench with this climactic assault. With a faint thump, she sat down hard on it and wrapped her hands around her stomach, still laughing so hard she could barely speak. Blinking tears from her eyes, she tried to make sense of her surroundings, but she could already almost sense the other two sitting to either side of her, patting her on each shoulder.
“You okay?” Florian asked with genuine concern.
“I… hope we didn’t go too far,” Juliana added. “The napkin-stick action especially looked pretty brutal from what we were seeing!”
“Nononohahahahha… No, it’s fihihihine… It’s okay, I’m okay… whew…” Perrin raised a forearm to wipe the tears from her face, but kept the other arm wrapped protectively around her abdominal area. “Th-that was… such a rush, actually. I did feel overwhelmed, but… You two are very good ticklers, I’ll give you that much!”
The three were silent for a few moments, save for the blue-haired woman’s spastic giggling as it trickled down to nothing.
“Soooo… You’re not mad at us for this whole thing?” asked Florian.
“N-not at all! I figured my wearing a crop-top would, aheheh, attract some folks,” Perrin chortled. “But it’s my choice, and I’m going to own it. And for what it’s worth… I really did enjoy it, at least part of the time. I wouldn’t be opposed to you two tickling my belly button a second time, though of course…”
“The favor with that certain Pokémon, right?” Juliana asked. At Perrin’s nod of affirmation, she smiled and nodded. “You’ve got our word. We’ll help you however we can, on one condition.”
“When we wrap up, we want you to enjoy the festival as well,” finished Florian. “We know you weren’t here for that only, but we wouldn’t want you to miss it!”
Perrin grinned. “I’ve got my camera handy for that, too. So, a deal’s a deal, right?”
“Absolutely,” replied Juliana. As the three of them stood up, she extended her hand for Perrin to shake. “We’ll be seeing you soon!”
Perrin promptly shook first Juliana’s hand and then Florian’s. “Enjoy the festival! Thanks for your help, and I look forward to doing business with you both.”
“Of course! We’ll be at the Timeless Woods to meet you again as soon as we’re able. Though first things first, of course, we’ve gotta get ourselves some Pretty Feathers, a spare Poké Toy, and maybe some Honey if they sell it. Right, Florian?”
“You got it, sis!” the male trainer beamed.
Perrin felt a flicker of nervousness at that statement. “Huh? How come?”
“Oh, nothing,” Juliana replied with a chuckle. “We figured we’d need a few extra armaments for our next round of…”
“NAVEL WARFARE!” both siblings cried simultaneously, taking Perrin by surprise with a double-finger-poke to her navel.
“GAAHHAHACK!” the dark-haired woman yelped, reeling back and clutching her stomach as she descended once more into spastic giggling.
With that last jest and a wave of farewell from each of them, the two siblings bore friendly smiles on their faces as they headed off, disappearing into the venue space beyond.
Stifling the redness in her cheeks as best she could, Perrin could only snicker in amusement as she prepared to head back into the festival herself and start photographing once again. Those two Paldeans had certainly proven themselves talented at pushing the blue-haired photographer’s buttons — figuratively and literally.
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