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VoxTek- Trust Us With Your Laughter

OOC NOTICE- Do not interact if you are under 16. This blog is based around Hazbin Hotel, which is NOT FOR CHILDREN.

STATICLAMB FOREVER

Vox is a 30/70 switch (30% ler, 70% lee), although he's what I like to call 'ler presenting.' This blog takes place after the events of Season Two, but we will assume he was given back his body privileges.

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Make Vox do something (ie, make him do something that tickles when I haven't actively attempted that action)

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She feels a little out of place here. A gigantic building like V Tower, filled to the brim with snarky employees and expensive tech is definitely not the place for a small, scrappy dog who barely has any idea what she's doing. But! She's here. And she finally found the door to Vox's office! She thinks.

Bee knocks on the door and peeks her head in to see if he's around. "Hello? I'm assuming I'm allowed to be in here, considering no employees kicked me out." She steps inside, her tail giving a nervous wag behind her. Meeting new people is always a little intimidating!

Not to mention, she definitely got lost at least 3 times trying to find her way up here. She will absolutely not be mentioning that.

~ @ticklee-bee

*He lifts his head from his work as he hears the unfamiliar voice, his eyes landing on you as you step in. Well, at least someone understood he didn't keep his door locked.* Uh, yeah, they kinda don't pay attention. Mind introducing yourself?

Shit, in her excitement she totally forgot to say her name. Embarrassing! She laughs nervously and takes a step further in. "Uh, right! Sorry! I'm Bee." She places her hands behind her back as she tries to sneak a peek at whatever he's working on curiously. "Guess you get random people wandering in here a lot then, huh? People begging for autographs from the Vox?"

*He lets out a short, almost bitter huff of laughter* Please, no one wants my autograph... except that one girl, but she was fucken weird... No, no, people come to see me for... *He paused, forcing down the way his screen subtly glowed a bit brighter* Other reasons, usually casual visits.

Her ears perk up in interest, tilting her head to the side and catching the slight note of hesitation in his voice. She hums in thought before asking, "Oh? What kinds of other reasons?" Her tail starts a slow, comfortable wag behind her as she leans up against his desk. "I'd love to know what kinds of reasons I can come bug you for."

*He leaned back in his chair, trying to think of the less... flustering reasons he gets visitors* Uhhh, well, I have some friends who come up to chat, watch movies sometimes. Some people ask questions, a lot shark-related. My boyfriend and another friend of mine actually have full-tower-access.

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Busy as Mirage had been lately, he’d finally reached a point where he had more significant free time. The relief he’d felt when he’d realised he could finally take another well-deserved break was immeasurable, and he’d chosen to make something to bring to Vox as he had promised a bit ago. He double-checked his bag, making sure he’d grabbed everything he needed for his upcoming visit, before turning his attention to his mirror, his eyes flicking over his reflection briefly to make sure he didn’t look absolutely awful. Once he felt satisfied with his check, he nodded to himself with a smile.

Then, only a few moments later, the telltale sign of Vox’s lights flickering showed itself, and Mirage stood in the middle of the room with his usual, cheery smile once the lights returned to normal. He had one hand on his bag’s strap as he took a few steps towards Vox’s desk, his tail wagging up a storm behind him.

“Hellooooo, honeybun!! Guess what I’ve brought with me?~”

- @the-lamb-lee-of-hell

*Vox had been at his desk, trying to focus, trying to ignore... everything he'd been pressured with. Nosy people and doing what they thought was right, they didn't fucking know anything about him or Mirage... But he was distracted as the lights flickered in his office, looking up at them before they landed on you. He felt a soft smile overtake his face and pushed down the negativity for now... maybe he could feel better just spending time with you. He put his head in his hand, tilting it just slightly* Hmmm... I dunno, what?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Weeeellll, last time I promised I’d bring something back with me when I came to visit, and as you knoooooow, I keep my promises, sooooooo…” Mirage began, dragging out some of his words playfully as shrugged the bag off of his shoulder, placing it momentarily on the desk with a small thud. His clawed hands wandered into the bag as soon as he’d opened it, pulling out a pastel coloured box filled with an assortment of pastries he’d freshly made. There were 6 of them, all evenly laid out in two rows. Even through the thin cardboard and little plastic window, it was easy to smell the sweet scents of berries, chocolate and cream that the pastries gave off.

The lamb looked chipper as he slid the box in front of Vox before standing up straight once more. He moved the bag off of the desk, but not before he’d taken out a small bag of candied eyes he’d brought for himself.

“I couldn’t decide what to make, so I instead went with a variety selection, hahah…the main berries I used were raspberries, blueberries, blackcurrants, strawberries, blackberries and cloudberries.”

*He let himself bask in the scent, opening the box to see and smell them better* God, these smell so good... *He took the one that was made with raspberries out and bit into it with a pleased hum* Mm, and just like I thought, taste fucking amazing. I swear, the shit you can do with an oven, fucking magic.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave an excited little squeal, clapping his hands together while bouncing from one hoof to another, each movement accentuated by the sound of bells, as per usual. It always made him feel happy to hear such good feedback over what he’d made, and seeing someone enjoy them so much was even better.

“I’m so glad you like them, love!” He beamed. He looked over the pastries himself, before pointing to the one which had orange-coloured jam.

“That one’s cloudberry! I have to warn you that that one’s a wee bit tart, although not horribly so,” Mirage explained, leaning against the desk with his hip as he began to open the bag in which he had candied eyes, “it’s been quite a while since I last made something with cloudberries. I grew up using them in baked goods and whatnot back when I was…well, alive.”

*He nodded as he listened, eating the pastry in his hand faster than he'd like to admit. He wanted to savor it but it was so good that it was hard to stop from eating so fast. However, his mind was brought back to earlier and... well, he felt a little nosy, himself* Speaking of that, I got some asks earlier and realized, y'know, you've told me about your death, but not much about your life. What was it like?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s hands paused for a moment, the bag suspended between his hands by the drawstrings as the question fully registered. His ears swiveled towards Vox, and the silence hung in the air much like a blanket for what felt like a much longer time than it in reality had been. It was only perhaps a mere second until the lamb’s hands resumed, and picked out an eyeball from the bag, the glossy candy coating shining from the lights of the room.

“Well…I suppose it depends on where I should even begin with that or what in particular you wish to know about,” he said, holding the eye to his own eye level while turning it in between his thumb and index finger’s claws, “if I’m to start where I was just a tad older, around 12 or so…then it was unremarkable. It was just me, my mother and my grandparents at that time. Nothing special really happened, but life was…hmm…comfortable enough, I suppose.”

He popped the eyeball into his mouth, and the candy coating crunched between his molars sharply as he chewed. Once he’d swallowed, he continued with a voice that rested in a much lower register, and lacked his usual expressiveness:

“If we’re to talk about when I ended up as a part of the cult with my mother and her ‘new man’, well…mmm…I suppose that was a new type of unremarkable once I got used to the routine. You can grow numb to anything once you’re in it for long enough….although perhaps that’s just me.”

*He grew concerned with how you responded, from the silence to how your voice became* Well, just... start where you're comfy. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna talk about. Maybe your earlier life? When it was less... cult-filled?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Early life, well…it wasn’t anything to brag about, honestly. My father was a disappointing example of a human, what with his behaviour and addictions. He didn’t treat either of us kindly, if I were to put it lightly. My mother was…neglectful, sort of. She did her best, but she had her flaws,” Mirage explained, plucking another eye out of the little bag with his claws, “once she got rid of my father, life was a bit easier. I think my grandparents were relieved when she divorced him.”

Every one of his words were spoken in an almost bored drawl, and his eyes had grown half-lidded. A few cracks sounded through the air as the pink claws slowly broke through the delicate sugar coating of the eye, and Mirage’s eyes remained glued on the treat as he tilted his head thoughtfully.

“My grandma was a nightmare to deal with, but my grandpa was a saint. Out of my entire family, I loved him the most.”

The lamb smiled to himself at the mention of him, the memory bringing back fond feelings…it was almost bittersweet now, of course. So many years had passed since those days, and sometimes it felt surreal to even think about. Sometimes, it felt like everything had just happened yesterday.

*He tilted his head thoughtfully, listening quietly as he grabbed another pastry and began to eat again. He was curious and didn't want to interrupt*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I used to cook and bake with my grandma and mom occasionally. It’s what started my interest in both of those,” Mirage said, “and my grandpa would let me tag along on whatever stuff he was doing that day. Chopping firewood, cooking something outside on a fire, going to the store…he also did his fair share of spoiling me with small gifts, haha. Well, as much as our budget would allow. As a whole, he was always there for me.”

Happy and soft as those memories were, they were tinged with a certain level of grief, as those times could never be gotten back anymore. Still, he’d always tried to hold onto those memories so as to not forget them, much like he’d forgotten many others.

“My family also had a dog and a cat. Silly little babies. Otherwise, I can’t tell you very much. Like I said, life was unremarkable,” Mirage shook his head slightly, “and I don’t remember everything to begin with. I never have. Some things are hazier than others, and some memories I just don’t have.”

The words were spoken almost matter-of-factly, as if it was just a fact he’d gotten used to over the years. He popped the candied eye into his mouth before closing the drawstring bag of treats, and pocketing it.

*He nodded slightly, he understood. A lot of memories would be lost down here, to time or trauma, a fact he understood all too well. He's seen things change people completely. Still, he stayed quiet and attentive. He didn't expect you to elaborate on things you couldn't even recall.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage looked thoughtful as he reached back at his memories, his eyes cast up towards the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest loosely. Was there truly nothing else he could recall from his time before the cult? Nothing? His brows furrowed a bit as he realised that nothing else would come to mind, no matter how deep he tried to dig. Unfortunate as it was, all he could do was move on.

“Well, from there, eventually my mother got involved with this guy. I don’t even remember how long she’d been with him but it was due to him that we got pulled into that whole cult situation,” Mirage finally spoke after a momentary pause, lowering his gaze to look at the glass which separated the aquarium from the rest of the office, “regimented schedules for the newcomers to prove their willingness to join, very few hours of sleep, followed by a couple of hours spent listening to the head of the flock prattle on and on about their faith. The whole process lasted for about…two weeks?”

The lamb scrunched his nose at the memory before giving a small huff through his nose, almost wanting to roll his eyes.

“It would’ve been boring stuff, had disobeying not come with a harsher punishment. I mean, that had its own levels too, of course. There was no ‘one punishment fits all’ type solution…but hey, once you proved yourself to be someone who would fit perfectly into the slots provided for you, you’d be allowed to stay.”

*Ah, the part he had been looking forward to the least. He tried not to compare it to what he'd done, trying to keep his expression tempered, to turn any self-loathing into concern. He just needed to listen...*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“They encouraged a simple life and all that. Complete disconnection from the rest of society. Once you got used to it, and you learned to ignore certain things, then the days blended together. If people disappeared, you just had to act like they’d never existed in the first place…quite morbid, in a way.” Mirage recounted, bringing a claw up to tap at his chin thoughtfully as he gazed into the water beyond the glass. Perhaps once upon a time, he would’ve been more upset by these memories or the situation he’d been in, but it was hard to recall a time such as that.

“Eventually, after a few years of being in this group, I was deemed as “The Oracle” by the leader. Whether it was due to any actual ability with intuition that I had or complete delusion, I have no idea…but I’d clearly given them some reason to think that way. I’d risen in the ranks though, and that’s all I knew at first. The pressure that was brought on with the title was a bit more than I’d expected at first.”

Eventually, his eyes flicked to glance over at Vox, to try and read his body language and expressions. All of this was quite a lot of information to take in, and he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t want to know what he truly thought.

*He was tense. It wasn't quite like what he ran, but in comparison Vox felt as though he'd been more intense... more ruthless. That he'd been more selfish. He couldn't help making connections though- how people were treated, how some people had been killed and he'd forced people to ignore it lest they faced the same punishment. He tried to keep that off his face though, as he listened, even tho the pastry in his hand was starting to get cold from how much thinking he'd been doing instead of eating*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage took note of the little things such as how dense Vox appeared, and the fact that the pastry no longer steamed the way it had prior. Although he said nothing yet, he chose to keep an eye on changes from that moment on.

“Once I had my title, and my standing had improved within the group, it felt more…freeing. I wasn’t exactly under just anyone’s foot anymore, since people began to look to me for advice,” the sinner said, “that didn’t make me completely safe, of course. I wasn’t the leader by any means, after all…”

Subconsciously, he’d began to rub over his wrist with a hand, a ghost of a feeling having reared its head. That tightly wound band hadn’t been wrapped around his limb for years upon years, but the memory still persisted like a stubborn echo.

“I wasn’t allowed to move too freely. I had to stay within the bounds of our ‘home’ on my free time, and during…well, I suppose you could call it ‘work’, I was confined to a single room. Predicting the future for hours to anyone who came searching for some kind of guidance, all the while needing to adhere to a certain script so as to not say anything eehh…blasphemous. Straying from it brought consequences. I had to stick to it till they felt more confident in me working without anyone standing guard, or so to speak.”

*He couldn't help sitting up a little, grip tightening on the pastry just slightly. It sounded suffocating and you had been in such a high standing! How horrible had he been? He'd refused to let anyone get even close to his level, how suffocating had that been? Was it better or worse? He tried to make the words that slipped out sound like they were in regards to what you'd said, but really he was thinking of all he'd done.* Oh god...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s head finally turned entirely to face Vox, his gaze unblinking as he took in his entire form. His ears shifted forward, and his head tilted minimally to the side. These reactions he was receiving weren’t something he hadn’t been expecting, but something felt a bit off, didn’t it? How strange. He brought an ambient smile onto his face, even if it didn’t reach his eyes, before he spoke again.

“It was troublesome, certainly…but as I’ve said, I grew used to it,” the lamb said, and as he turned his entire body to face Vox as well, his hands found their way to resting against the desk, “though I hope that hearing all of this isn’t too off-putting to you, honeybun.”

While what he said was more of a question, Mirage’s tone failed to make it seem much like one. His low toned drawl continued, even if he softened his voice in an attempt to make it sound more comforting.

*He shook his head, both to try to dispel his own thoughts and to assure you* N-No, I get it, a lot of people had... shitty lives up there. Just kinda a lot to imagine, y'know... *He'd hoped his tone was convincing, though part of him knew it wasn't. All he could hope was you didn't share his curiousity*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

But that curiosity he did share, for Mirage knew that he hadn’t asked very much about Vox’s past yet, and judging by his tone and his reactions? The lamb wondered just how much of it was related to whatever Vox’s life had been like. There was a minor arch of his eyebrow, but it was only for a brief moment before Mirage returned his expression to its prior state.

“Yes, that we did…which does bring me to a question; what was your life like before you ended up down here? Surely you must have plenty of stories to share.”

*He visibly tensed, silently cursing himself, before he tried to figure out how to word it. Best to start with his childhood, right?* Well... I grew up in a pretty well-off household. Dad made good money, and, y'know, Mom was a housewife. They weren't the best parents, but they... *He paused. Could he even say they tried? His mother treated him like a disobedient animal at best and his father never wanted anything to do with him. He'd always blamed his eyes for that...* They were there? I guess? Got kicked out on my 18th, though... maybe my 17th, I can't remember anymore... But, whatever, I was grown. *He shook his head. He shouldn't pity himself.*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened attentively, his ears shifting forward with each little addition. His ambient smile slowly faded, the corners of his mouth dropping into a small frown as Vox recounted his time with his parents. Well, didn’t they just sound like the unpleasant sort. Vox didn’t need to say it explicitly for Mirage to figure as much.

“Ah, well…that must’ve been hard. I never understand why parents would be so eager to kick their own children out…” he said with a small sigh, “did you have a clear plan for what you were going to do when you got kicked out?”

*He shrugged* Kinda? I moved in with my friend who had connections with a local news channel and got me a job with the station. After a while they turned me into their token weatherboy... *He trailed off... this was where his story got gruesome. He wasn't sure how you'd take it considering how yours had gone.* I-I uhm... You, uhm... I-I'm gonna need you to promise something...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage cocked his head to the other side almost curiously, but stood up straight while his arms found themselves crossing over his chest loosely once more. ‘Well then, here we are getting to the true meat of the story, aren’t we?’ Mirage thought to himself.

“Yes, honeybun? What is it?” He asked out loud simply, finding himself uncertain of what to expect.

Promise me that, with what I say next, i-if... When you get mad about it, you just don't hit me, okay? I did a lot of things that I've recently become... very not proud of.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

A look of surprise crossed Mirage’s features as Vox’s words sunk in. He had to promise not to…hit him? Why would he ever hit him? His ears lowered on his head, and he knitted his brows in concern as he tried read Vox’s face for any hints for what may have been coming…and yet he couldn’t really factor in much of a guess of what it could be. Killing, perhaps? But that wasn’t that serious, now was it?

“I promise, love. You won’t exactly be able to make me angry either, I can also promise you that…so, go on.” The lamb encouraged, trying to offer the other a reassuring smile.

*He took a deep breath* Being a weatherman was never enough... for me. I wanted people to see me, to have all their attention on me. So I'd started killing. The anchor... the talk-show host... the producers... our featured segments... I started sloppy, but began to stage suicides. Accidents. I killed my boss and took over the network, and... I began to amass followers. They called me a God. Treated me like I was divinity. And I loved every second of it. I've always... called it a movement but I think it's... time to accept that it was just a cult. I'd basically started a fucking cult. I was the center, I was the most important man in these people's lives. *He huffed out a soft, almost sad laugh* I-I still remember when I died, I-I had been... preaching to these people... God, it feels so fucked up now, knowing you and everything you've gone through and... actually caring.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage listened patiently, and as attentively as before, but his expression gave way to little reaction at first. It was mainly his ears that moved and twitched this way and that in response to the information he was receiving, but that wasn’t truly much to go off of, now was it? It was, arguably, a lot to take in but more so because it was a lot of new information he was given, rather than the topic itself. Finally, a smile split the lamb’s face one more, and he couldn’t do anything else except give an amused sounding chuckle.

“Is that what you were so worried of telling me about?” He asked, and while his voice still lied in its lower register, he sounded almost delighted. He gave a small sigh, circling around the desk to Vox, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the desk as he walked.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I see why you would be worried, with my past and all,” Mirage continued, leaning down to be more eye level with the other sinner, “but this isn’t nearly enough to make me be angry at you. Honestly, it’s something I’ve already wondered about you. You’ve at least seemed to have a penchant for power and admiration in the past, given what happened a bit ago with the whole Heaven thing, so…I figured it must’ve come from somewhere.”

The look in his eyes softened, as did his smile, and it felt less like he was trying to stare into one’s very soul. It was instead a look of sympathy.

“I’m sorry for how much these memories must hurt you now, Vox. It can’t be easy…but I still love you the same. This changes nothing for me.”

*He seemed to pause for a second. He was shocked and his expression clearly showed that. He'd expected a negative reaction at best so to hear you so willing to love him after hearing about the things that now made him feel like he was unlovable was... jarring. He took a second to actually feel like he could speak again...* I-I... y-you... you promise...? That you're not just... saying this because you feel like you have to...?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“I promise, honeybun. I mean it when I say that I still love you,” Mirage replied, booping Vox’s screen gently. It was sad that Vox had even had to feel so worried over whether or not he’d be lovable for doing what he had once, but such is the way of human emotions, huh?

“Besides, you think I didn’t cause my own fair share of issues in the cult I was in? I’m not as innocent as I seem, silly.”

*He couldn't help hugging you. He needed to, it was obvious. He let out a quiet, shuddering sigh before he spoke again* You have... no idea how terrified I was that I was about to fuck this all up... Thank you so fucking much...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage’s arms wrapped around Vox in a warm embrace as soon as the hug was initiated, and he nuzzled his nose against the side of Vox’s screen with a small smile.

“You’ve no need to thank me. I’m sorry that you’ve had to carry this with you for so long while worrying over what I’d think.” he said while gently stroking a hand up and down Vox’s back.

*He let out a more steady sigh this time, relaxing into you. After a moment he pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes* I-It's okay, I just... you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you... I was terrified the things I couldn't change would change that but... *He couldn't help but smile* But of course you're so amazing that you could actually forgive it...

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage met his gaze without hesitation, and his smile grew a bit as he chuckled.

“I love you too, Vox…and I’m not that amazing. Again, I’m not an innocent soul down here. I’ve done my fair share of deeds that didn’t require someone forcing my hand. You’re not really that much worse compared to me.” The lamb spoke, pulling a bit further from the hug so that he could slide his hands into Vox’s, squeezing them gently.

“You’d need to be pretty fucking horrendous towards me or someone I care about to really tick me off, honeybun.”

Then it's a good thing I'd never want to do anything like that to you... *He huffed out a soft laugh* I mean, after all, you're like... everything to me. Have- have I ever actually told you that?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Hmm…I’m not sure if you’ve said the exact words before, but you’ve shown it plenty.” Mirage purred, nuzzling his nose against Vox’s screen softly before giving a soft giggle. Those words were sweeter coming from Vox than anyone else he’d ever heard them from before, because here? They at least felt real.

“And you’re everything to me too. I hope you know that, honeybun.”

*He pressed a small kiss to your nose in response to the nuzzle* Every day I feel it more and more... Since you're here, and I don't have much to do... wanna snuggle again?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Mmhm, I’d like that.” Mirage replied, the pitch of his voice heightening back to the register which was most familiar to everyone. It was easy to slip into by now, since he’d been using it for years upon years now. His ears perked up as he placed a few kisses onto Vox’s screen, offering him a small grin.

“I also feel like you might need those snuggles after everything.~”

*He couldn't help a short giggle slipping out* Yeahhhh, that might be part of the reason why I asked... *He took your hands as if to gently guide you into his lap, more than happy to be cozy with you once again*

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage easily settled into Vox’s lap, it being the most typical place for him to settle by now. It felt almost routine, not that he minded it very much. His arms found themselves around the other’s shoulders as per usual while his head nestled itself into the crook of Vox’s neck. With the topics they’d gone over, it almost felt strange to be so affectionate…not because he viewed Vox any differently, no. Mirage had just never truly thought about how his own affectionate gestures towards his honeybun differed from the ones he gave others, because at least these were truly genuine. They were meaningful gestures that he was giving, and it was…nice. It felt effortless.

“I’m sorry for trudging up such negative memories, though,” he muttered, “I know it’s not fun to remember times that you now feel regret for.”

*His arms wrapped gently around you, almost instinctively, giving a small squeeze in response to your apology* Honestly... I'm kinda glad you did. It would've felt so much worse if I'd just held onto the idea that you'd hate me forever for it... I... still hate everything I did, but at least the person I care about most forgives me. And I can live with that... mostly...

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel roleplay #vox #ft mirage #vox will def be surprised but also find it nice mirage can be more and more genuine #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully as her tail switches sides and starts lazily gliding up and down the ribs on his right side. Her other tail comes around to feather the fluffy end at his lower ribs on his left side.*

Hmmm…you did say sorry, but is it sincere…I’m not sure…

*She keeps up the soft tickles for a couple seconds longer, relishing in his loud squeals. Then, she pulls her tails away and straightens up with a smug smile.* Alright, I suppose I believe you. Someone who squeals that adorably has to be telling the truth~

*He huffed and giggled as soon as he was given the chance, slumping a little in the chair* Jehehesuhus...

tia-the-tickle-monster

If you really can’t let me finish my meal, I guess I can skip to dessert…who doesn’t love a nice, big bowl of raspberries. Especially if you can enjoy it in so many different spots!

*She gives his tummy a soft poke, then his sides two quick taps.* The real question is where do I start? Once you’ve calmed down, of course.

*As much as he tried to calm down, he just couldn't stop giggling in anticipation of what he knew was coming*

tia-the-tickle-monster

I could get your tummy, that’s always a good spot for raspberries…but so are sides, especially when someone’s wriggling. Or…I could get your neck to give you a bit of a break, hmmm…

*Tia acts as though Vox can’t hear her talking, but she’s eyeing him with a subtle smirk as she taps a claw against his tummy again. This time the tap triggers the band to give a slightly firmer buzz to his belly and sides.*

*He refuses to look at you, failing to suppress the bubbly giggles and his bright blue screen. The buzz gets a surprised squeal from him, only making the giggles worse*

tia-the-tickle-monster

I think…I’d like…to get…

*Tia punctuates each word with a soft tap to his belly, each one causes the band to buzz a bit more. She pauses, building up the anticipation…then shoves her face into the right side of his neck and blows a raspberry.*

PFFFT! Your neck!~

*The raspberry causes him to snort and giggle loudly, scrunching up his shoulder to protect himself. He couldn't tell if it was better to be tickled somewhere less ticklish or worse because it was more flustering!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Did you just snort? Awwww, Cutie! Let’s hear another one, shall we?~

*Tia blows a raspberry in the crook of his neck, giggling when he tries to scrunch up, as it just ‘traps’ her head.*

Uh oh! Looks like I’m stuck now! I guess that means I have to tickle you till you let me go!~

*Because of how her head is ‘stuck’, it’s lets the fur on her head brush at the underside of his screen. Tia gives him several more raspberries, throwing in fluttering her claws at the band covering his belly to encourage it to keep buzzing.*

*He's torn. He wants to melt at the fur beneath his screen, but the raspberries make him snort and want to scrunch up, not to mention all the buzzing making him want to kick and squeal. He doesn't know what to do with himself!*

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!vox #vox #ft ocs #this poor guy is too ticklish to know what to do rn #this is EVIL #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully as her tail switches sides and starts lazily gliding up and down the ribs on his right side. Her other tail comes around to feather the fluffy end at his lower ribs on his left side.*

Hmmm…you did say sorry, but is it sincere…I’m not sure…

*She keeps up the soft tickles for a couple seconds longer, relishing in his loud squeals. Then, she pulls her tails away and straightens up with a smug smile.* Alright, I suppose I believe you. Someone who squeals that adorably has to be telling the truth~

*He huffed and giggled as soon as he was given the chance, slumping a little in the chair* Jehehesuhus...

tia-the-tickle-monster

If you really can’t let me finish my meal, I guess I can skip to dessert…who doesn’t love a nice, big bowl of raspberries. Especially if you can enjoy it in so many different spots!

*She gives his tummy a soft poke, then his sides two quick taps.* The real question is where do I start? Once you’ve calmed down, of course.

*As much as he tried to calm down, he just couldn't stop giggling in anticipation of what he knew was coming*

tia-the-tickle-monster

I could get your tummy, that’s always a good spot for raspberries…but so are sides, especially when someone’s wriggling. Or…I could get your neck to give you a bit of a break, hmmm…

*Tia acts as though Vox can’t hear her talking, but she’s eyeing him with a subtle smirk as she taps a claw against his tummy again. This time the tap triggers the band to give a slightly firmer buzz to his belly and sides.*

*He refuses to look at you, failing to suppress the bubbly giggles and his bright blue screen. The buzz gets a surprised squeal from him, only making the giggles worse*

tia-the-tickle-monster

I think…I’d like…to get…

*Tia punctuates each word with a soft tap to his belly, each one causes the band to buzz a bit more. She pauses, building up the anticipation…then shoves her face into the right side of his neck and blows a raspberry.*

PFFFT! Your neck!~

*The raspberry causes him to snort and giggle loudly, scrunching up his shoulder to protect himself. He couldn't tell if it was better to be tickled somewhere less ticklish or worse because it was more flustering!*

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She feels a little out of place here. A gigantic building like V Tower, filled to the brim with snarky employees and expensive tech is definitely not the place for a small, scrappy dog who barely has any idea what she's doing. But! She's here. And she finally found the door to Vox's office! She thinks.

Bee knocks on the door and peeks her head in to see if he's around. "Hello? I'm assuming I'm allowed to be in here, considering no employees kicked me out." She steps inside, her tail giving a nervous wag behind her. Meeting new people is always a little intimidating!

Not to mention, she definitely got lost at least 3 times trying to find her way up here. She will absolutely not be mentioning that.

~ @ticklee-bee

*He lifts his head from his work as he hears the unfamiliar voice, his eyes landing on you as you step in. Well, at least someone understood he didn't keep his door locked.* Uh, yeah, they kinda don't pay attention. Mind introducing yourself?

Shit, in her excitement she totally forgot to say her name. Embarrassing! She laughs nervously and takes a step further in. "Uh, right! Sorry! I'm Bee." She places her hands behind her back as she tries to sneak a peek at whatever he's working on curiously. "Guess you get random people wandering in here a lot then, huh? People begging for autographs from the Vox?"

*He lets out a short, almost bitter huff of laughter* Please, no one wants my autograph... except that one girl, but she was fucken weird... No, no, people come to see me for... *He paused, forcing down the way his screen subtly glowed a bit brighter* Other reasons, usually casual visits.

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Busy as Mirage had been lately, he’d finally reached a point where he had more significant free time. The relief he’d felt when he’d realised he could finally take another well-deserved break was immeasurable, and he’d chosen to make something to bring to Vox as he had promised a bit ago. He double-checked his bag, making sure he’d grabbed everything he needed for his upcoming visit, before turning his attention to his mirror, his eyes flicking over his reflection briefly to make sure he didn’t look absolutely awful. Once he felt satisfied with his check, he nodded to himself with a smile.

Then, only a few moments later, the telltale sign of Vox’s lights flickering showed itself, and Mirage stood in the middle of the room with his usual, cheery smile once the lights returned to normal. He had one hand on his bag’s strap as he took a few steps towards Vox’s desk, his tail wagging up a storm behind him.

“Hellooooo, honeybun!! Guess what I’ve brought with me?~”

- @the-lamb-lee-of-hell

*Vox had been at his desk, trying to focus, trying to ignore... everything he'd been pressured with. Nosy people and doing what they thought was right, they didn't fucking know anything about him or Mirage... But he was distracted as the lights flickered in his office, looking up at them before they landed on you. He felt a soft smile overtake his face and pushed down the negativity for now... maybe he could feel better just spending time with you. He put his head in his hand, tilting it just slightly* Hmmm... I dunno, what?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Weeeellll, last time I promised I’d bring something back with me when I came to visit, and as you knoooooow, I keep my promises, sooooooo…” Mirage began, dragging out some of his words playfully as shrugged the bag off of his shoulder, placing it momentarily on the desk with a small thud. His clawed hands wandered into the bag as soon as he’d opened it, pulling out a pastel coloured box filled with an assortment of pastries he’d freshly made. There were 6 of them, all evenly laid out in two rows. Even through the thin cardboard and little plastic window, it was easy to smell the sweet scents of berries, chocolate and cream that the pastries gave off.

The lamb looked chipper as he slid the box in front of Vox before standing up straight once more. He moved the bag off of the desk, but not before he’d taken out a small bag of candied eyes he’d brought for himself.

“I couldn’t decide what to make, so I instead went with a variety selection, hahah…the main berries I used were raspberries, blueberries, blackcurrants, strawberries, blackberries and cloudberries.”

*He let himself bask in the scent, opening the box to see and smell them better* God, these smell so good... *He took the one that was made with raspberries out and bit into it with a pleased hum* Mm, and just like I thought, taste fucking amazing. I swear, the shit you can do with an oven, fucking magic.

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Mirage gave an excited little squeal, clapping his hands together while bouncing from one hoof to another, each movement accentuated by the sound of bells, as per usual. It always made him feel happy to hear such good feedback over what he’d made, and seeing someone enjoy them so much was even better.

“I’m so glad you like them, love!” He beamed. He looked over the pastries himself, before pointing to the one which had orange-coloured jam.

“That one’s cloudberry! I have to warn you that that one’s a wee bit tart, although not horribly so,” Mirage explained, leaning against the desk with his hip as he began to open the bag in which he had candied eyes, “it’s been quite a while since I last made something with cloudberries. I grew up using them in baked goods and whatnot back when I was…well, alive.”

*He nodded as he listened, eating the pastry in his hand faster than he'd like to admit. He wanted to savor it but it was so good that it was hard to stop from eating so fast. However, his mind was brought back to earlier and... well, he felt a little nosy, himself* Speaking of that, I got some asks earlier and realized, y'know, you've told me about your death, but not much about your life. What was it like?

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Mirage’s hands paused for a moment, the bag suspended between his hands by the drawstrings as the question fully registered. His ears swiveled towards Vox, and the silence hung in the air much like a blanket for what felt like a much longer time than it in reality had been. It was only perhaps a mere second until the lamb’s hands resumed, and picked out an eyeball from the bag, the glossy candy coating shining from the lights of the room.

“Well…I suppose it depends on where I should even begin with that or what in particular you wish to know about,” he said, holding the eye to his own eye level while turning it in between his thumb and index finger’s claws, “if I’m to start where I was just a tad older, around 12 or so…then it was unremarkable. It was just me, my mother and my grandparents at that time. Nothing special really happened, but life was…hmm…comfortable enough, I suppose.”

He popped the eyeball into his mouth, and the candy coating crunched between his molars sharply as he chewed. Once he’d swallowed, he continued with a voice that rested in a much lower register, and lacked his usual expressiveness:

“If we’re to talk about when I ended up as a part of the cult with my mother and her ‘new man’, well…mmm…I suppose that was a new type of unremarkable once I got used to the routine. You can grow numb to anything once you’re in it for long enough….although perhaps that’s just me.”

*He grew concerned with how you responded, from the silence to how your voice became* Well, just... start where you're comfy. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna talk about. Maybe your earlier life? When it was less... cult-filled?

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“Early life, well…it wasn’t anything to brag about, honestly. My father was a disappointing example of a human, what with his behaviour and addictions. He didn’t treat either of us kindly, if I were to put it lightly. My mother was…neglectful, sort of. She did her best, but she had her flaws,” Mirage explained, plucking another eye out of the little bag with his claws, “once she got rid of my father, life was a bit easier. I think my grandparents were relieved when she divorced him.”

Every one of his words were spoken in an almost bored drawl, and his eyes had grown half-lidded. A few cracks sounded through the air as the pink claws slowly broke through the delicate sugar coating of the eye, and Mirage’s eyes remained glued on the treat as he tilted his head thoughtfully.

“My grandma was a nightmare to deal with, but my grandpa was a saint. Out of my entire family, I loved him the most.”

The lamb smiled to himself at the mention of him, the memory bringing back fond feelings…it was almost bittersweet now, of course. So many years had passed since those days, and sometimes it felt surreal to even think about. Sometimes, it felt like everything had just happened yesterday.

*He tilted his head thoughtfully, listening quietly as he grabbed another pastry and began to eat again. He was curious and didn't want to interrupt*

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“I used to cook and bake with my grandma and mom occasionally. It’s what started my interest in both of those,” Mirage said, “and my grandpa would let me tag along on whatever stuff he was doing that day. Chopping firewood, cooking something outside on a fire, going to the store…he also did his fair share of spoiling me with small gifts, haha. Well, as much as our budget would allow. As a whole, he was always there for me.”

Happy and soft as those memories were, they were tinged with a certain level of grief, as those times could never be gotten back anymore. Still, he’d always tried to hold onto those memories so as to not forget them, much like he’d forgotten many others.

“My family also had a dog and a cat. Silly little babies. Otherwise, I can’t tell you very much. Like I said, life was unremarkable,” Mirage shook his head slightly, “and I don’t remember everything to begin with. I never have. Some things are hazier than others, and some memories I just don’t have.”

The words were spoken almost matter-of-factly, as if it was just a fact he’d gotten used to over the years. He popped the candied eye into his mouth before closing the drawstring bag of treats, and pocketing it.

*He nodded slightly, he understood. A lot of memories would be lost down here, to time or trauma, a fact he understood all too well. He's seen things change people completely. Still, he stayed quiet and attentive. He didn't expect you to elaborate on things you couldn't even recall.*

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Mirage looked thoughtful as he reached back at his memories, his eyes cast up towards the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest loosely. Was there truly nothing else he could recall from his time before the cult? Nothing? His brows furrowed a bit as he realised that nothing else would come to mind, no matter how deep he tried to dig. Unfortunate as it was, all he could do was move on.

“Well, from there, eventually my mother got involved with this guy. I don’t even remember how long she’d been with him but it was due to him that we got pulled into that whole cult situation,” Mirage finally spoke after a momentary pause, lowering his gaze to look at the glass which separated the aquarium from the rest of the office, “regimented schedules for the newcomers to prove their willingness to join, very few hours of sleep, followed by a couple of hours spent listening to the head of the flock prattle on and on about their faith. The whole process lasted for about…two weeks?”

The lamb scrunched his nose at the memory before giving a small huff through his nose, almost wanting to roll his eyes.

“It would’ve been boring stuff, had disobeying not come with a harsher punishment. I mean, that had its own levels too, of course. There was no ‘one punishment fits all’ type solution…but hey, once you proved yourself to be someone who would fit perfectly into the slots provided for you, you’d be allowed to stay.”

*Ah, the part he had been looking forward to the least. He tried not to compare it to what he'd done, trying to keep his expression tempered, to turn any self-loathing into concern. He just needed to listen...*

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“They encouraged a simple life and all that. Complete disconnection from the rest of society. Once you got used to it, and you learned to ignore certain things, then the days blended together. If people disappeared, you just had to act like they’d never existed in the first place…quite morbid, in a way.” Mirage recounted, bringing a claw up to tap at his chin thoughtfully as he gazed into the water beyond the glass. Perhaps once upon a time, he would’ve been more upset by these memories or the situation he’d been in, but it was hard to recall a time such as that.

“Eventually, after a few years of being in this group, I was deemed as “The Oracle” by the leader. Whether it was due to any actual ability with intuition that I had or complete delusion, I have no idea…but I’d clearly given them some reason to think that way. I’d risen in the ranks though, and that’s all I knew at first. The pressure that was brought on with the title was a bit more than I’d expected at first.”

Eventually, his eyes flicked to glance over at Vox, to try and read his body language and expressions. All of this was quite a lot of information to take in, and he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t want to know what he truly thought.

*He was tense. It wasn't quite like what he ran, but in comparison Vox felt as though he'd been more intense... more ruthless. That he'd been more selfish. He couldn't help making connections though- how people were treated, how some people had been killed and he'd forced people to ignore it lest they faced the same punishment. He tried to keep that off his face though, as he listened, even tho the pastry in his hand was starting to get cold from how much thinking he'd been doing instead of eating*

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Mirage took note of the little things such as how dense Vox appeared, and the fact that the pastry no longer steamed the way it had prior. Although he said nothing yet, he chose to keep an eye on changes from that moment on.

“Once I had my title, and my standing had improved within the group, it felt more…freeing. I wasn’t exactly under just anyone’s foot anymore, since people began to look to me for advice,” the sinner said, “that didn’t make me completely safe, of course. I wasn’t the leader by any means, after all…”

Subconsciously, he’d began to rub over his wrist with a hand, a ghost of a feeling having reared its head. That tightly wound band hadn’t been wrapped around his limb for years upon years, but the memory still persisted like a stubborn echo.

“I wasn’t allowed to move too freely. I had to stay within the bounds of our ‘home’ on my free time, and during…well, I suppose you could call it ‘work’, I was confined to a single room. Predicting the future for hours to anyone who came searching for some kind of guidance, all the while needing to adhere to a certain script so as to not say anything eehh…blasphemous. Straying from it brought consequences. I had to stick to it till they felt more confident in me working without anyone standing guard, or so to speak.”

*He couldn't help sitting up a little, grip tightening on the pastry just slightly. It sounded suffocating and you had been in such a high standing! How horrible had he been? He'd refused to let anyone get even close to his level, how suffocating had that been? Was it better or worse? He tried to make the words that slipped out sound like they were in regards to what you'd said, but really he was thinking of all he'd done.* Oh god...

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Mirage’s head finally turned entirely to face Vox, his gaze unblinking as he took in his entire form. His ears shifted forward, and his head tilted minimally to the side. These reactions he was receiving weren’t something he hadn’t been expecting, but something felt a bit off, didn’t it? How strange. He brought an ambient smile onto his face, even if it didn’t reach his eyes, before he spoke again.

“It was troublesome, certainly…but as I’ve said, I grew used to it,” the lamb said, and as he turned his entire body to face Vox as well, his hands found their way to resting against the desk, “though I hope that hearing all of this isn’t too off-putting to you, honeybun.”

While what he said was more of a question, Mirage’s tone failed to make it seem much like one. His low toned drawl continued, even if he softened his voice in an attempt to make it sound more comforting.

*He shook his head, both to try to dispel his own thoughts and to assure you* N-No, I get it, a lot of people had... shitty lives up there. Just kinda a lot to imagine, y'know... *He'd hoped his tone was convincing, though part of him knew it wasn't. All he could hope was you didn't share his curiousity*

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But that curiosity he did share, for Mirage knew that he hadn’t asked very much about Vox’s past yet, and judging by his tone and his reactions? The lamb wondered just how much of it was related to whatever Vox’s life had been like. There was a minor arch of his eyebrow, but it was only for a brief moment before Mirage returned his expression to its prior state.

“Yes, that we did…which does bring me to a question; what was your life like before you ended up down here? Surely you must have plenty of stories to share.”

*He visibly tensed, silently cursing himself, before he tried to figure out how to word it. Best to start with his childhood, right?* Well... I grew up in a pretty well-off household. Dad made good money, and, y'know, Mom was a housewife. They weren't the best parents, but they... *He paused. Could he even say they tried? His mother treated him like a disobedient animal at best and his father never wanted anything to do with him. He'd always blamed his eyes for that...* They were there? I guess? Got kicked out on my 18th, though... maybe my 17th, I can't remember anymore... But, whatever, I was grown. *He shook his head. He shouldn't pity himself.*

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Mirage listened attentively, his ears shifting forward with each little addition. His ambient smile slowly faded, the corners of his mouth dropping into a small frown as Vox recounted his time with his parents. Well, didn’t they just sound like the unpleasant sort. Vox didn’t need to say it explicitly for Mirage to figure as much.

“Ah, well…that must’ve been hard. I never understand why parents would be so eager to kick their own children out…” he said with a small sigh, “did you have a clear plan for what you were going to do when you got kicked out?”

*He shrugged* Kinda? I moved in with my friend who had connections with a local news channel and got me a job with the station. After a while they turned me into their token weatherboy... *He trailed off... this was where his story got gruesome. He wasn't sure how you'd take it considering how yours had gone.* I-I uhm... You, uhm... I-I'm gonna need you to promise something...

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Mirage cocked his head to the other side almost curiously, but stood up straight while his arms found themselves crossing over his chest loosely once more. ‘Well then, here we are getting to the true meat of the story, aren’t we?’ Mirage thought to himself.

“Yes, honeybun? What is it?” He asked out loud simply, finding himself uncertain of what to expect.

Promise me that, with what I say next, i-if... When you get mad about it, you just don't hit me, okay? I did a lot of things that I've recently become... very not proud of.

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A look of surprise crossed Mirage’s features as Vox’s words sunk in. He had to promise not to…hit him? Why would he ever hit him? His ears lowered on his head, and he knitted his brows in concern as he tried read Vox’s face for any hints for what may have been coming…and yet he couldn’t really factor in much of a guess of what it could be. Killing, perhaps? But that wasn’t that serious, now was it?

“I promise, love. You won’t exactly be able to make me angry either, I can also promise you that…so, go on.” The lamb encouraged, trying to offer the other a reassuring smile.

*He took a deep breath* Being a weatherman was never enough... for me. I wanted people to see me, to have all their attention on me. So I'd started killing. The anchor... the talk-show host... the producers... our featured segments... I started sloppy, but began to stage suicides. Accidents. I killed my boss and took over the network, and... I began to amass followers. They called me a God. Treated me like I was divinity. And I loved every second of it. I've always... called it a movement but I think it's... time to accept that it was just a cult. I'd basically started a fucking cult. I was the center, I was the most important man in these people's lives. *He huffed out a soft, almost sad laugh* I-I still remember when I died, I-I had been... preaching to these people... God, it feels so fucked up now, knowing you and everything you've gone through and... actually caring.

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Mirage listened patiently, and as attentively as before, but his expression gave way to little reaction at first. It was mainly his ears that moved and twitched this way and that in response to the information he was receiving, but that wasn’t truly much to go off of, now was it? It was, arguably, a lot to take in but more so because it was a lot of new information he was given, rather than the topic itself. Finally, a smile split the lamb’s face one more, and he couldn’t do anything else except give an amused sounding chuckle.

“Is that what you were so worried of telling me about?” He asked, and while his voice still lied in its lower register, he sounded almost delighted. He gave a small sigh, circling around the desk to Vox, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the desk as he walked.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I see why you would be worried, with my past and all,” Mirage continued, leaning down to be more eye level with the other sinner, “but this isn’t nearly enough to make me be angry at you. Honestly, it’s something I’ve already wondered about you. You’ve at least seemed to have a penchant for power and admiration in the past, given what happened a bit ago with the whole Heaven thing, so…I figured it must’ve come from somewhere.”

The look in his eyes softened, as did his smile, and it felt less like he was trying to stare into one’s very soul. It was instead a look of sympathy.

“I’m sorry for how much these memories must hurt you now, Vox. It can’t be easy…but I still love you the same. This changes nothing for me.”

*He seemed to pause for a second. He was shocked and his expression clearly showed that. He'd expected a negative reaction at best so to hear you so willing to love him after hearing about the things that now made him feel like he was unlovable was... jarring. He took a second to actually feel like he could speak again...* I-I... y-you... you promise...? That you're not just... saying this because you feel like you have to...?

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“I promise, honeybun. I mean it when I say that I still love you,” Mirage replied, booping Vox’s screen gently. It was sad that Vox had even had to feel so worried over whether or not he’d be lovable for doing what he had once, but such is the way of human emotions, huh?

“Besides, you think I didn’t cause my own fair share of issues in the cult I was in? I’m not as innocent as I seem, silly.”

*He couldn't help hugging you. He needed to, it was obvious. He let out a quiet, shuddering sigh before he spoke again* You have... no idea how terrified I was that I was about to fuck this all up... Thank you so fucking much...

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Mirage’s arms wrapped around Vox in a warm embrace as soon as the hug was initiated, and he nuzzled his nose against the side of Vox’s screen with a small smile.

“You’ve no need to thank me. I’m sorry that you’ve had to carry this with you for so long while worrying over what I’d think.” he said while gently stroking a hand up and down Vox’s back.

*He let out a more steady sigh this time, relaxing into you. After a moment he pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes* I-It's okay, I just... you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you... I was terrified the things I couldn't change would change that but... *He couldn't help but smile* But of course you're so amazing that you could actually forgive it...

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Mirage met his gaze without hesitation, and his smile grew a bit as he chuckled.

“I love you too, Vox…and I’m not that amazing. Again, I’m not an innocent soul down here. I’ve done my fair share of deeds that didn’t require someone forcing my hand. You’re not really that much worse compared to me.” The lamb spoke, pulling a bit further from the hug so that he could slide his hands into Vox’s, squeezing them gently.

“You’d need to be pretty fucking horrendous towards me or someone I care about to really tick me off, honeybun.”

Then it's a good thing I'd never want to do anything like that to you... *He huffed out a soft laugh* I mean, after all, you're like... everything to me. Have- have I ever actually told you that?

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“Hmm…I’m not sure if you’ve said the exact words before, but you’ve shown it plenty.” Mirage purred, nuzzling his nose against Vox’s screen softly before giving a soft giggle. Those words were sweeter coming from Vox than anyone else he’d ever heard them from before, because here? They at least felt real.

“And you’re everything to me too. I hope you know that, honeybun.”

*He pressed a small kiss to your nose in response to the nuzzle* Every day I feel it more and more... Since you're here, and I don't have much to do... wanna snuggle again?

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“Mmhm, I’d like that.” Mirage replied, the pitch of his voice heightening back to the register which was most familiar to everyone. It was easy to slip into by now, since he’d been using it for years upon years now. His ears perked up as he placed a few kisses onto Vox’s screen, offering him a small grin.

“I also feel like you might need those snuggles after everything.~”

*He couldn't help a short giggle slipping out* Yeahhhh, that might be part of the reason why I asked... *He took your hands as if to gently guide you into his lap, more than happy to be cozy with you once again*

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #vox #ft mirage #oooo i love that!#i hope he get comfy enough around vox to use his normal voice more often #vox'll love it methinks #trust us with your threads

She feels a little out of place here. A gigantic building like V Tower, filled to the brim with snarky employees and expensive tech is definitely not the place for a small, scrappy dog who barely has any idea what she's doing. But! She's here. And she finally found the door to Vox's office! She thinks.

Bee knocks on the door and peeks her head in to see if he's around. "Hello? I'm assuming I'm allowed to be in here, considering no employees kicked me out." She steps inside, her tail giving a nervous wag behind her. Meeting new people is always a little intimidating!

Not to mention, she definitely got lost at least 3 times trying to find her way up here. She will absolutely not be mentioning that.

~ @ticklee-bee

*He lifts his head from his work as he hears the unfamiliar voice, his eyes landing on you as you step in. Well, at least someone understood he didn't keep his door locked.* Uh, yeah, they kinda don't pay attention. Mind introducing yourself?

#hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin tickles #vox #trust us with your answers

*He tried not to seem too flustered as you tease him about his inability to say the word, but all of that quickly becomes useless as your paw easily almost envelopes his ribs. Has he always been this small? He looked back up at you, trying to defend himself.* Ihi- I do not- *He cut himself off, forcing down a squeal as his shoulders shook with barely-contained laughter, huffs escaping him every now and again as he struggled to stay quiet, being defiant*

My smirk widens as I slowly work open the top button, eyes lighting up as he tries to be quiet. “Oh, that’s not going to work, sweetie. You can’t hold it in forever, but don’t worry!” I lean closer, until my muzzle is hovering by his head, and my next words come out in a cooing whisper. “We’ve got alllllll day to make you giggle…and shriek…and squeal…and beg.”

I punctuate each word with another squeeze to his ribs, already working on the next button with my claws. Unable to resist, I lean my face closer until I’m able to nuzzle my nose into his neck. “By the time I’m done here, you’ll be a puddle of giggly mush, and that’s a promise.”

*He snorted at the nuzzle, biting his lower lip despite the smallest of giggles escaping him. His antennae sparked at the idea, his eyes widening at the possibility of being reduced to such a flustering state*

I happen to catch his eyes widening and chuckle, my breath fanning out over his skin. “Oh yes, if you aren’t giggly goo by the time I finish here, then I haven’t done my job properly!” I teasingly graze my fangs across the right side of his neck, growling playfully.

“But that shouldn’t be too hard, someone as adorable as you are is always very, very ticklish.” I’m working on the third button, and I’ve started kneading at his ribs as if I’m a cat. “Which means more fun for me, and for you! Because…you like being tickled, don’t you?”

My eyes glitter knowingly up at him, giving his neck a gentle nibble. “If you really hated this, you’d be fighting me. Or zapping away, I’ve seen you do that before, during an interview if I recall. But…you aren’t. You’re in my arms, just laying there and letting me tease you.” I’m at the next button, easily working it open and moving to the last one. “So you want me to get you. You want the Tickle Monster to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you, until all you can think about is how much you love it. Isn’t that right, Vox?”

*He snorts again, his screen glowing brighter as you continue to tease him. He opens his mouth to protest, only to fall to his own laughter, squirming as if it made any difference to convince you otherwise.* Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!

“And there it is, there’s that laughter!” I sigh happily, ears twitching as I soak in the sound. “Isn’t that much better? Little Lee’s like you shouldn’t try to hold it in, it only makes me want to tickle you even more!”

Suddenly, my eyes light up, and my smirk takes on a wicked edge. “Ohhhhh Vooooox…I think you should be honest with yourself…and admit how much you love being tickled.” I pop open the last button of his vest, and waste no time in getting it off of him. I manage to do so without giving him a chance to wriggle out of my arms. “If you admit it, I promise to go easy on you. If you can’t…well, I think you know what will happen next.”

When I see that his shirt also has buttons, I blink and a giggle slips out. “More buttons? You’re really making me work to be able to really tickle you. I suppose that makes it more fun.” I’m back to kneading and squeezing at his ribs, but I also gently scritch at them through the thinner fabric of his shirt. With my other paw, I take my time working open the buttons on his shirt.

Fuhuck- Fuck thahat! *He insisted as he wiggled. He clearly wasn't admitting it without a fight*

I’ve gotten half of his shirt unbuttoned when he refuses, which causes me to pause and slowly blink at him. “…the hard way it is. It’s a shame, but it’s much more fun for me to tickle you into saying it.” I sneak my index claw up until it’s resting under his arm, gently scribbling at the spot. “Unfortunately for you, that means you’re getting extra special treatment.”

There’s only one button left now, and I stop tickling him. I’m poised to undo it, but I wait until he’s looking at me. “Last chance, little one, if you don’t say it, don’t expect any mercy from me.” I’ve already moved the that was tickling him into his open shirt, resting it over his bare ribs so he can feel my soft paw pads and softer fur. “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

*He wiggled and giggled as you scribbled. He shook his head, even as he felt your paw pads against him* Ahall I'm gonna say, ihis I'M nohot the lee hehehere!

“No? I’d have to disagree, Pumpkin. Even though I’ll happily admit to having Lee moods myself, at the moment?” I undo the last button, pushing open his shirt but not fully removing it. I take a moment to let him really feel how vulnerable he now is. “You’re the Lee here, Honey, and I’m the Tickle Monster who’s going to take her sweet, sweet time wrecking you.”

I pretend to examine him, hemming and hawing over where to start. “Hmmm, should I tickle here?” I shift both paws to hover near his armpits, claws twitching, then shake my head. “Mmm, not yet. Here?” I move them to hover over his belly, just inches away from making contact. “…no, not the tummy, not yet anyway. Oh, I know!”

I lean closer so I can coo softly at him, paws hovering over his lower ribs. “For a sassy little Lee like you, let’s start with one of my favorite games. So tell me, Vox…how many ribs do you have?” My eyes sparkle with a playful wickedness, claws resting delicately against his lowest ribs on both sides.

*Every teased spot elicited more squirming, nervous giggles, before a wide, wobbly, nervous grin took over his face* 18! Ihi- I have sihix less for- ... Ihi, I don't actually know why, my gills maybe? T-truhust me! Ehe-Ethan always sh-shohows me my b-bluhueprints! *He left out how Val would always 'double check' once Vox was completely online.*

“Hmmm…you sound very sure.” I lightly tap my claws against the ribs underneath them, pretending to think. “And you say you’ve seen blueprints too, sounds rather official.”

I wait until he starts to look relieved, then smile sweetly at him. “…but just to be sure, I think I’ll count them myself. Can’t be too careful, what if you missed one?” And with that, I start gently scratching and scribbling at the rib under my left paw. “Let’s see, one…ohhh, this rib is wider than I thought it would be!” I take my time going over the full length of it, tickling from the front until I start reaching where it curves behind him.

*He let out a small relieved sigh as you seemed to take his word seriously, but tensed up as you decided to count them anyway, despite his shaking head and possibly egged on by how his wobbly smile grew. He squealed, his laugh pitchy and squealy, almost panicky. He didn't want to admit it, but your closer proximity to his gills definitely made it tickle more!*

Once my claws manage to get behind him, I slowly spider them up to the next rib on that side. I repeat the scribbling and scratching, just going from his back to his front now. “Two…awww, listen to that squeal! And you say you aren’t adorable? That little noise proves otherwise!” I slowly work my way to his front, taking my time giving this rib attention. “Two down, sixteen more to go!”

In the middle of giving the third rib a few gentle pinches, he wiggles enough to dislodge my claws. I loudly gasp, then start rapidly poking at his ribs with both sets of claws. “You made me lose count! Now I have to start alllllll over! If you can’t hold still…I’ll have to get both sides at once, is that what you want?” I poke my way down to both of his lowest ribs, claws poised to strike.

*He shook his head despite still squirming, kicking his legs the best he could as he laughed*

I outright laugh when he starts kicking, shaking my head and sighing. “Looks like I’ll have to, you can’t stay still! Now let’s see here…here’s one and two…”

I start gently pinching and scribble at both of his lowest ribs, humming a little tune as I slowly travel the length of the bone. “Tickle tickle, little one! Awww, these ones seem like the best to tickle, you squeal so much when I do! Maybe I should come back and tickle these ones more after I finish counting. How does that sound?”

*He squealed loudly, proving your point, his voice holding a hint of nervousness as he laughed. He was almost lucky you were planning on moving up, not down*

Once I work my claws around to his back, I give his lowest ribs one last scribble then spider up to the next two. “Here’s three and four! Hold still, if you make me lose count I’ll have to start over!” I slowly work my claws from his back to around the sides of the ribs I’m targeting. I force a stern frown on my face when he keeps squirming, but I’m barely holding back laughter myself. “Vox, do I need to get mean? If you don’t hold still…I’ll have to eat you up. And do you want that? Do you want me to munch on these ticklish ribs?”

I give them a few rapid pinches before jumping to the next set. “Five and six! Because if I snack in your ribs, u might be tempted to get your cute wittle tummy. Is that what you want?” My voice comes out in a high pitched coo. “You want me to eat your little ribs and tummy until you can’t even speak? Because I can! And who knows, maybe I’ll even enjoy some yummy fruit while I’m doing so!” I emphasis the word fruit with a playfully evil grin, waiting to see when it clicks.

*The very idea elicits a flustered squeal as he shook his head, but still he squirmed, unable to stop himself. It tickled to much to stay still and there was only a few ways to dispel the energy building up with every scribble of your claws* Ihi cahahan't!

“You can’t?” I slowly stop tickling, peering down at him with an amused smile. I’m just resting my claws on his ribs, lightly tapping at them. “Well then, if you really can’t…”

As I trail off, I slip my paws up and under his arms. Getting a good grip, I lift him up until his torso is level with my face. “I guess it’s snack time! I hope you don’t mind, but I did miss lunch today so I’m rather hungry.” The word hungry comes out in a low growl, then I press my nose against a rib and sniff at him. “Oooh you even smell tasty! I think I’ll start with these, then have some fruit, just like I promised!~”

I bare my teeth, then gently nibble at the rib in front of me. Lightly grazing it with my fangs then delicately nipping.

*His laughter died to anticipatory giggles as he was held up, squeaking as your nose pressed into him before falling back into squealing laughter as the nibbles began, his body doing its best to curl up against your head*

“Om nom nom! Mmmm, such a yummy little snack I’ve got here!” I flatten my ears slightly when I feel him curl over my head, but other than that I allow it. I switch ribs at random, sometimes going for the upper ones, sometimes the lower ones, and switching sides with no warning. “Awww, such a ticklish little cutie I’ve got here! What’s wrong, does this tickle? Oooh, you like when I get these ones right here? Good to know!” I make sure to go to his lowest ribs many times, chuckling at how he squirms even more.

“So, would you like to admit that you love being tickled now? Or does this little cub need more convincing?” I switch to nuzzling him with my nose, occasionally using it to prod along his ribcage. I take the time to soak in his laughter, smiling against his ribs and hoping he can feel it. “I’m still hungry, so I’d answer quickly, Vox. Don’t keep the Tickle Monster waiting.~”

*Despite the way the nibbles closer to his lowest ribs turned his laughter panicky and pitchy, how his antennae sparked at the nomming noises, or how even the nuzzles made him squeal, he shook his head in defiance.* Ihi'll nehehever gihive ihihihin!!

“Never?” I tilt my head up slightly, just enough so he can see my orange eyes go a shade darker, and my tone has a hint of a growl to it. “You shouldn’t say never, little one, not when you’re as ticklish as you are.”

It takes just a slight shift to have my thumbs press into his underarms, lightly brushing the soft pads back and forth over his skin. “Never implies that you can last for a long time. And we have…hmm, how long until someone comes to look for you? An hour? Two? Could you really handle being tickled for that long?” I keep up the growl, but my eyes sparkle with mischief, showing I’m mostly teasing him.

“And what if I tickle your tummy? Your neck? Do more than just use my paw pads under your arms? Go for your sides, get your ribs some more?” I nuzzle my way down to his stomach, trailing my nose around and giving extra nuzzles to any spots that make him squeak or squeal. “Or maybe I’ll go for those…gills, of yours? And not just using my claws or teeth, but giving you raspberries. To all of your little spots, over and over and over, until you can’t do anything but laugh and laugh.”

I pull back and just smile sweetly at him, stopping all tickling so my words really sink in. “Are you sure you can handle it, Cub? Because once I really start, it’s not going to stop until you say it. Once you say you love being tickled, this all stops, and the Tickle Monster will stop picking on you. But it’s up to you, so Vox…”

I lift my head until our faces are level, eyes and smile oozing predatory, yet not dangerous, intent. “What’s it going to be?”

*His laughter quiets at the change which only allows him to hear you more clearly, his screen glowing bright as his antenna sparked, a nervous squeak escaping him as you mention his gills. Still when his time came to speak, he stayed defiant. But now, he was no longer sure if it was out of pure pride... or if he just didn't want the fun to end yet. Still he tried to look confident as he held his screen high.* Ihi said never.

I meet his gaze calmly, eyes now a burnt orange, but my smile changes. It goes from wide and showing teeth to softer, sweeter…yet just as dangerous. “If that’s what you want, who am I to argue. Just know, you can make it stop anytime, all you have to do is admit it.”

The second I finish speaking, I’m moving. I lift him up more, so I can get my legs stretched out and then underneath me. I lay him gently on the floor, then crouch over his legs so my face is level with his stomach. I give that same sweet smile, ears twitching as I move my paws to hover on either side of him. “Now then, where was I…oh yes, showing this ticklish little cub why you shouldn’t provoke a Tickle Monster.”

And with that, I launch a full out tickle attack. My paws shove under his arms, claws scribbling and paw pads rubbing into the hollows. Then they dart up to tease at his neck, lightly fluttering claws and brushing pads along the skin there. Then they’re at his ribs, pinching and kneading the ticklish bones like bread. Then to his sides, rapidly squeezing and scratching from just below his gills to his hips and back up again. Then the gills themselves, just softly using the pads to caress the length of each one, brushing back and forth light as a feather. Then they jump back to his armpits, and the cycle starts all over again, sometimes switching the order so he can’t get used to it.

Meanwhile, I’m chomping and nuzzling at his belly, making loud silly sounds as I do so. Then I’m inhaling as much air as possibly to plant raspberries all over the area, especially around or over his navel.

And throughout all of it, when I’m able to speak I’m cooing and babbling teasing baby talk at him.

“Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Coochie coo! Awww, does this tickle?”

“Who’s a ticklish little cub? Who is it? Yes, it’s you! You are!”

“What’s wrong, I’m right here, no need to shout!”

“Oh, what? You don’t like the word tickle? Well I love it! Tickle tickle tiiiiickle! Tickle tickle! You know you love it too! Look at that smile!”

“Look at all these ticklish spots you have! This adorable little tummy sure loves getting raspberries! Awww, what’s that? You want more? Of course! PFFFFFT!!”

“Why are you turning onto your side? Oh, you want a raspberry here? Pffffffttt!!!!”

“Nuh uh, little one, you can’t roll away from me! C’mere, those ribs need some nuzzles!”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so ticklish! Listen to that laughter, it really is adorably precious! I could listen to it for hours!”

*Every little action adds up to one squealing, cackling mess of a man. Every raspberry that intersected with the gill tickles caused his laugh to glitch violently, babbling out nonsense protests for a solid five minutes before grabbing at your paws, slapping at one of them, shaking his head, the sides of his screen tapping against the floor.*

When he grabs my paws, they stop in the middle of kneading at his ribs. When I feel him smacking one of them, I peek up at him, resting my chin on his belly. “Yessss?” I drag out the word, practically singing it at him with a cheeky smile. Yet I’m also looking him over closely, making sure he’s not in genuine distress. “Can I help you, little one? Do you have something you’d like to tell me? Or do you just need a quick breather?”

I make no sudden moves, so he doesn’t think I’m about to start tickling again. I turn my paws so I can gently hold his hands, brushing the pads on my thumbs over the backs of his hands. “Was that too much for you, Cub? I’m fine with letting you have a break, but unless you plan to say what I want to hear…well, now I know exactly what to do to make you really lose it.” My tone lightens amd my eyes have swirls of pink in them as I let my gaze go to his gills. “Can this wittle cutie not handle tickles to his wittle gills or raspberries to his wittle tummy?”

*He panted heavily, still giggle as he tried to form a thought in his half-fogged mind.* Ihihi... I dohon't... I dohohon't remehember... wh-whahat I hahahad to sahahay...

“Oh, that’s alright, Sweetie, let me remind you!” I can’t resist nuzzling his stomach a little, chuckling. “You need to say ‘I love being tickled’, and all this stops. Just four little words!”

I gently squeeze his hands so he focuses on me, my expression soft and impossibly fond. “It’ll stay between you and me, Vox. You don’t even have to say it very loud, I just need to be able to hear it.”

*His screen lit up bright blue, his hands clinging tight to your paws as he refused to meet your eyes. He wanted to bad to defy, but his brain was still half foggy from the tickles, and he knew he wouldn't be able to handle any more.* Ihi... I... love beheing tickled... *He mumbled the words, just barely enough for you to hear.*

The second he says it, a little squeal slips out of me. Both from how he’s unable to look at me and how flustered he is, and from how he practically whispers the words. My tail starts to wag, making a rustling sound as it wiggles. “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

I gently disentangle my paws from his hands as I get up from my crouch, scooping him up with an arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders. I hold him against my chest as I sit back, one arm still supporting him while my free paw goes to rub away any leftover tingles. I make sure to avoid getting near his gills, not wanting to tickle him anymore. “There now, you can relax, honey, I’m all done.”

My eyes are fully pink, and I lean down to nuzzle the left side of his screen with my nose in an obviously affectionate way. “I hope I wasn’t too mean to you, Cub. But the Tickle Monster really doesn’t like when ticklish little cutie’s try to act tough around her.”

Mhmhmmm... *He mumbles out as he relaxes, leftover giggles replaced with drowsiness as he melts into your warmth.*

“Aww, did I tucker you out, Cub?” I speak in a quieter voice, letting him snuggle into me with a soft purr. The paw that was rubbing at his ribs I move down to rest over his stomach, my palm covering it while my fingers and claws curl protectively over his side. “You can rest for a bit, Vox, I don’t mind.”

As I say his name, a thought occurs to me. A little chuckle slips out and I shake my head. “I just realized, I never properly introduced myself.” I wait until his sleepy eyes meet mine and offer him a wide smile, showing off my fangs and dimples appearing on my cheeks. “I’m Maria, Vox, it’s been very nice to meet you.”

*He let out a soft hum of acknowledgment.* Nice to meet you too... *He mumbled out as he began to fall asleep, tucking himself up against you for warmth.*

I begin to rock us both back and forth, humming a gentle tune to help lull him to sleep. The humming mixes with a low purr, causing my chest to rumble beneath him.

“Sleep well, Cub, I’ve got you…”

Once he’s fully asleep, I glance around his office and a frown forms on my muzzle. There’s no where that looks comfortable enough to lay him down. And looking at the time displayed on one of his monitors, the frown gets bigger. “…this won’t do at all.”

*He hummed softly as he fell asleep, snuggled and pressed against your chest as if it was the safest place to be.*

An irritated huff slips out, and I shake my head. “Alright, looks like I’m finding him a place to rest.” I carefully get up, making sure to move slowly so I don’t wake him. Once I’m on my feet, I walk toward the door, pausing only long enough to sniff the air and listen for signs of anyone nearby.

Only when I’m sure it’s safe, do I open the door and slip out of his office. I move with purpose, occasionally stopping when he shows signs of stirring. Anytime I can hear or smell someone coming, I duck out of the way and out of sight until they pass by.

Eventually, I spot a lift that has his scent heavily lingering and I grin. ‘Hopefully this one can get me to where he stays.’ I smile when it opens once I’m close enough, slipping inside…only to frown when nothing happens. “Mm…hold on…”

I try to tap the control panel, eyes narrowing when nothing happens. A little growl slips out, but I stop the sound dead when he shifts in my arms. “Shhh…no need to worry, Cub, everything’s fine.”

*He lets out a soft whine, hands clinging to one of your paws he presses closer to you. Meanwhile, just outside the elevator, a face familiar to Vox begins rushing towards the elevator, but stops when he sees you holding his boss in your arms. That face's name is Ethan.*

Uhm... may-may I help... you...? Ma'am...?

My head whips towards him, eyes instantly going black as my lip curls slightly, I hug Vox closer and turn my body so I’m shielding him. “Come any closer and I’ll…”, I trail off as I take in his scent, it’s one that lingered heavily in Vox’s office. I don’t fully relax, but the black of my eyes and the red pupils waver. “…who are you? And unless you can get this elevator working then no, I don’t think you can help me.”

I turn my attention to the control panel, leaning down slightly and quietly snarling at it, showing off every last tooth in the threatening display. “I don’t care if you aren’t sentient, if you don’t take me to a place where my…Vox, can rest, I will find a way to rip you to pieces you absolute…”

*He tries to hide behind his clipboard when you threaten him, peering out as he hears your threats turn to the control panel.* M-ma'am, please don't threaten the AI! We've been having issues with it becoming sentient... I-I'm Ethan, Vox's personal assistant. I can help you, actually... *He stepped towards the elevator, before pausing, his wide tail twitching and sparking nervously.* Uh- m-may I, Ma'am?

I eye him warily, but it’s obvious he isn’t a threat so I relax a little. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I’m Maria, and I’m not usually like this.” My smile is sheepish as my eyes go back to their usual dark brown, and I’m careful to keep my fangs hidden. “I’m just…a little on edge, I suppose.” When I glance down at Vox and my expression goes soft, it’s obvious why.

“Ahem, yes I’d appreciate the help. I’m trying to get Vox somewhere he can rest comfortably, but the elevator won’t do anything and I’m not sure where exactly to go.” I’m speaking quietly so as not to wake up Vox, eyes constantly darting down to his face to check that he’s alright.

*He nodded, tucking his tail close as he steps in, entering a few password onto the screen before making a few selections. The doors shut and Ethan finally selects the top section of a small cylinder, and the elevator begins movie.* I-I get it, it's tough to navigate around here without the right passwords. *He looks over at Vox, how comfortable the overlord is, and smiles a bit.* He seems comfortable with you, at least, that's good. He can't really let anyone get too close now so, it's... good he can let someone.

Once the lift starts moving, I turn my attention back to Vox. I make no attempt to hide the soft purrs emitting from me, and I very gently nuzzle the edge of his screen so as not to wake him. “I’d hope he feels comfortable with me, I’d hate for my Cub to feel unsafe around me.”

I glance toward him and offer him a smile. “Thank you again for helping me get my Cub somewhere safe.” A thought occurs to me and I pause, head tilting as I look at him. “Do you happen to have a favorite dessert, Ethan? I’d like to properly apologize for threatening you, since we’ll most likely be seeing each other quite often.”

*His eyes widened a little as you called Vox your cub, but he finds it... fitting. The way you hold him, it seemed protective and soft. It made sense to him. As you mention desserts he perks up initially, before looking away* O-oh, you don't have to do that, Maria, I-I just want to help... though I do really like sugar cookies. *That last part was quiet, as if he tried to keep it to himself.*

“Sugar cookies it is! I’ll bring them by the next time I visit…so possibly tomorrow. Unless Vox has what I need to make them here…”

My attention immediately goes to Vox when he shifts, purring kicking up in volume to mix with gentle humming. I sway in place, soothing him right back to sleep with a fond smile on my face. Once he’s settled, I turn my attention back to Ethan.

“Speaking of food, does Vox happen to have any favorites? I’m not sure if he’s eaten lunch yet, and I want to be sure he does when he wakes up.”

*His eyes brighten at your promise before turning to Vox. He shifted and groaned softly, before falling back into a peaceful slumber as you soothed him again, a soft smile taking home on his screen.* Well, he likes meat in general, especially stuff he can cook really tender so he can tear it apart easier. Like roasts or a good steak? But he mostly just likes savory stuff. *He perked up as the elevator dinged and opened to a large living space, with a designated area to watch TV and another to cook in. There was a less defined third area piled with pink, red, purple and blue pillows, all in different shapes, on a thick, shaggy rug. Three walls had three different doors on them; a dark pink wall with a raised door, that had stairs leading up to it, a hot pink wall with a very tall, white door on it with intricate pink patterns including hearts, and a dark blue wall with a simple black automatic door. One section of the blue wall was turned into an aquarium where Shock.wav swam peacefully. Ethan led the way in.* This is the Vee's lounge. O-only the Vees and us personal assistants are allowed up here, but since Vox is so comfortable with you, I don't think I'll get in trouble for letting you up here...

My nose twitches as I take in the new scents, one is obviously Vox, but the other two strongest scents are new to me. “It’s a lovely lounge.” My eyes land on the couch in front of the TV and I quickly but carefully make a beeline for it. I have to do some maneuvering, but I manage to get a paw free to test the furniture. It only takes a few gentle prods before I make a face and shake my head. “That won’t do at all…”

I glance toward the area piled with pillows and light up, eagerly approaching it. I do the same test, then nod in satisfaction and start moving pillows around. It takes a minute since I’m still holding Vox, but eventually I make a very obvious nest out of the pillows. “Perfect.” When I go to lay him down, I do so carefully, treating him like he’s made of glass. It takes some coaxing to get Vox to let go, but soon he’s snuggled safely in the nest. I press a soft kiss to the edge of his screen, then quietly back away and turn to Ethan. “Thank you for letting me in, if it causes issues I won’t tell him who let me up here. Now, I have to make my Cub some food for when he wakes up…and your cookies if I can get the ingredients together.”

I head for the cooking area, but I offer Ethan one last warm smile before I fully focus on getting together a meal for Vox. “If all goes well, you’ll be eating sugar cookies before I leave today.”

*As you lower Vox into the nest, it takes a few tries to get him to stop clinging, but as you gently kiss the side of his screen, he hums softly, snuggling into the pile of pillows. Ethan watches as you move into the kitchen area, nodding a bit.* I-if you want, I can help you! Vox says I'm a good sous chef.

“Some help would be lovely, if you don’t have anything else you need to be getting done.” Once I reach the fridge I open it and let out a satisfied noise at seeing it fully stocked. “Mmm, now what to make him…you did say he likes meat….”

I have to crouch to properly look into the fridge, and I carefully root around as I think of what to make him. “Something quick so it’s done before he wakes up. Do you have any suggestions, Ethan?”

Well, steak maybe? I know a good seasoning mix, it's his favorite! And maybe some kind of side? *He looked around for any ideas*

“Oh that sounds perfect! So steak…and maybe mashed potatoes, I know a recipe for garlic and bacon mashed potatoes that I’ve never gotten a complaint about.” I pull out a packet with two decently sized steaks wrapped inside, setting it on the counter while I continue to rummage inside the fridge. “Good, he does have bacon…mmm, aha, garlic too!” My tail is wagging a little as I set the items on the counter next to the steaks. “Would you be a dear and get me a cutting board and a few pans ready?”

Of course! *He gets into the cupboard where the pans and stuff were stored, pulling a few pans out, followed by a wooden cutting board.* Anything else?

I lift my head and start sniffing. My eyes narrow and my head tilts so I’m looking at a pantry off to the side. “There should be some potatoes in there…off to the left in a…plastic bag, on the floor. We’re going to need those, and a pot to boil them in.” I look back into the fridge, taking one last look before nodding. “Alright, I’ve got what I need for now.”

I stand up straight and shut the door, then head to the sink so I can start scrubbing my paws clean. “Oh, and you mentioned a seasoning mix he likes?”

Yeah, it should be in one of those cabinets. It's in a bottle labeled 'Special mix.' *He pulls a pot out of the cabinet, before heading to the pantry and getting out the bag of potatoes.* Y'know, you've got a pretty sharp nose there! ... Is that the right word?

“Could you tell me one of the ingredients in the mix?” I’m eyeing the cabinets as I finish washing up, grabbing a paper towel and very carefully drying my claws.

When I catch the quieter words from him, I giggle and glance over my shoulder at him. “Grizzly bears can smell things up to twenty miles away, so I do indeed have a ‘sharp nose’.” The smile drops slightly as I sigh, looking slightly tired as I finish drying my paws. “You can imagine how…interesting, that makes living down here.”

*He nodded as he listened, examining the bottle.* Makes sense... Uhh... and I think this at least has some garlic power and... uh... I-I don't really know very well. H-he usually mixes it himself, so I don't actually know what he puts in here...

“Garlic powder…”, Maria murmurs, before leaning closer to the bottle filled shelves. She inhales deeply, eyes closing as she takes in the wild array of new scents. It takes several sniffs before her eyes open, carefully reaching out to pluck the correct bottle up. “Here we are!”

She sets the bottle by the steaks, then grabs the salt and pepper shakers as well. “I’ll need these as well. Could you fill the pot with water and get that boiling? I need to peel the potatoes first, I want to start on those before the steaks.”

*He nodded before beginning to fill the pot, humming idly to himself* You know, when we're cooking is one of the few times Mr. Vox is mostly patient with me! Funny enough he doesn't really like sharing the kitchen with anyone else, he says they'll just 'set it on fire'. *He shut off the sink as soon as the pot was full enough, before moving it to the stove and turning on the burner. As he did so, he realized something...* How did you get him to sleep, by the way? Usually if anyone tries to get him to sleep during the day or before his work is done, he threatens to feed us to Shock.wav!

“Ah, well I suppose I can understand. Having too many cooks in the kitchen…things can get chaotic.” Maria makes her way toward the cutting board, reaching into the bag to grab out a potato. She makes a tiny incision with her claw, around one end of the vegetable, then slowly hooks the tip of her claw into it. “I don’t mind having help in the kitchen, outside of a few rare occasions.

As she’s carefully peeling the skin from the potato, she pauses at Ethan’s question. She takes a moment to think of how to answer, then casually replies, “Well…I do have some experience with getting people to rest when they insist they don’t need it. I used a method that always worked on..on my son, when I was alive.” She stutters a bit when she mentions her son, but keeps an easy smile on her face as she finishes peeling. Maria’s already reaching for the next vegetable, gaze going to Vox, who’s still sleeping peacefully.

“If you like, I can give you my number. That way the next time Vox needs to rest but is refusing to, you have a way to contact me.”

*He let out a small sigh* Please? He's really stubborn, and Shock.wav's... *He shuddered a little, remembering the first and only time he made the mistake of matching Vox's stubborness.* Shock.wav's a very effective punishment. But he stays up all night all the time, and that can't be healthy, right?

“No, that’s definitely not healthy. Here, if you get your phone out I can put my number in. Or you can reach in my pocket and grab mine, if you’d like.” Maria’s looking at Vox again, frowning at the thought of him staying up and skipping sleep just to work. Shaking her head, she makes quick work of several more potatoes, setting them aside in a small pile. “I definitely don’t mind making sure he gets plenty of sleep, skipping that much is not good.”

*He nodded slightly.* I thought so... *He pulled out his phone and set it on the counter between them* Maybe he'll be a little less angry all the time with a better sleep schedule...

Maria takes a moment to make sure her claws are clean, before carefully putting her number into Ethan’s phone. Before letting him take it back, she makes sure he meets her gaze, her brown eyes very serious. “If he’s missing sleep, or meals, or just seems to be in a foul or sad mood, call me. I worry he won’t reach out, even though I made it clear he can contact me anytime he needs me.” She smiles wryly at Ethan, before her eyes slide away to look at Vox again. Doing so causes her face and eyes to soften, and she murmurs, “I want to make sure he’s okay, after everything that happened. Someone has to…with how everyone else in Hell views him now, he deserves more people in his corner.”

*As he slips his phone back into his pocket, his gaze follows yours to Vox and he sighs slightly* Yeah... A lot of people would disagree, but he seems to... really be changing. And... is it weird to say that, despite everything, I'd still rather be his assistant than anyone else?

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #ethan #mama bear 🐻#oh yeahhhhh #i still can't wait to introduce him #in the meantime tho #imma be working ethan into the spot hes gonna take later on #:3c #trust us with your threads

Busy as Mirage had been lately, he’d finally reached a point where he had more significant free time. The relief he’d felt when he’d realised he could finally take another well-deserved break was immeasurable, and he’d chosen to make something to bring to Vox as he had promised a bit ago. He double-checked his bag, making sure he’d grabbed everything he needed for his upcoming visit, before turning his attention to his mirror, his eyes flicking over his reflection briefly to make sure he didn’t look absolutely awful. Once he felt satisfied with his check, he nodded to himself with a smile.

Then, only a few moments later, the telltale sign of Vox’s lights flickering showed itself, and Mirage stood in the middle of the room with his usual, cheery smile once the lights returned to normal. He had one hand on his bag’s strap as he took a few steps towards Vox’s desk, his tail wagging up a storm behind him.

“Hellooooo, honeybun!! Guess what I’ve brought with me?~”

- @the-lamb-lee-of-hell

*Vox had been at his desk, trying to focus, trying to ignore... everything he'd been pressured with. Nosy people and doing what they thought was right, they didn't fucking know anything about him or Mirage... But he was distracted as the lights flickered in his office, looking up at them before they landed on you. He felt a soft smile overtake his face and pushed down the negativity for now... maybe he could feel better just spending time with you. He put his head in his hand, tilting it just slightly* Hmmm... I dunno, what?

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

“Weeeellll, last time I promised I’d bring something back with me when I came to visit, and as you knoooooow, I keep my promises, sooooooo…” Mirage began, dragging out some of his words playfully as shrugged the bag off of his shoulder, placing it momentarily on the desk with a small thud. His clawed hands wandered into the bag as soon as he’d opened it, pulling out a pastel coloured box filled with an assortment of pastries he’d freshly made. There were 6 of them, all evenly laid out in two rows. Even through the thin cardboard and little plastic window, it was easy to smell the sweet scents of berries, chocolate and cream that the pastries gave off.

The lamb looked chipper as he slid the box in front of Vox before standing up straight once more. He moved the bag off of the desk, but not before he’d taken out a small bag of candied eyes he’d brought for himself.

“I couldn’t decide what to make, so I instead went with a variety selection, hahah…the main berries I used were raspberries, blueberries, blackcurrants, strawberries, blackberries and cloudberries.”

*He let himself bask in the scent, opening the box to see and smell them better* God, these smell so good... *He took the one that was made with raspberries out and bit into it with a pleased hum* Mm, and just like I thought, taste fucking amazing. I swear, the shit you can do with an oven, fucking magic.

the-lamb-lee-of-hell

Mirage gave an excited little squeal, clapping his hands together while bouncing from one hoof to another, each movement accentuated by the sound of bells, as per usual. It always made him feel happy to hear such good feedback over what he’d made, and seeing someone enjoy them so much was even better.

“I’m so glad you like them, love!” He beamed. He looked over the pastries himself, before pointing to the one which had orange-coloured jam.

“That one’s cloudberry! I have to warn you that that one’s a wee bit tart, although not horribly so,” Mirage explained, leaning against the desk with his hip as he began to open the bag in which he had candied eyes, “it’s been quite a while since I last made something with cloudberries. I grew up using them in baked goods and whatnot back when I was…well, alive.”

*He nodded as he listened, eating the pastry in his hand faster than he'd like to admit. He wanted to savor it but it was so good that it was hard to stop from eating so fast. However, his mind was brought back to earlier and... well, he felt a little nosy, himself* Speaking of that, I got some asks earlier and realized, y'know, you've told me about your death, but not much about your life. What was it like?

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Mirage’s hands paused for a moment, the bag suspended between his hands by the drawstrings as the question fully registered. His ears swiveled towards Vox, and the silence hung in the air much like a blanket for what felt like a much longer time than it in reality had been. It was only perhaps a mere second until the lamb’s hands resumed, and picked out an eyeball from the bag, the glossy candy coating shining from the lights of the room.

“Well…I suppose it depends on where I should even begin with that or what in particular you wish to know about,” he said, holding the eye to his own eye level while turning it in between his thumb and index finger’s claws, “if I’m to start where I was just a tad older, around 12 or so…then it was unremarkable. It was just me, my mother and my grandparents at that time. Nothing special really happened, but life was…hmm…comfortable enough, I suppose.”

He popped the eyeball into his mouth, and the candy coating crunched between his molars sharply as he chewed. Once he’d swallowed, he continued with a voice that rested in a much lower register, and lacked his usual expressiveness:

“If we’re to talk about when I ended up as a part of the cult with my mother and her ‘new man’, well…mmm…I suppose that was a new type of unremarkable once I got used to the routine. You can grow numb to anything once you’re in it for long enough….although perhaps that’s just me.”

*He grew concerned with how you responded, from the silence to how your voice became* Well, just... start where you're comfy. You don't have to tell me anything you don't wanna talk about. Maybe your earlier life? When it was less... cult-filled?

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“Early life, well…it wasn’t anything to brag about, honestly. My father was a disappointing example of a human, what with his behaviour and addictions. He didn’t treat either of us kindly, if I were to put it lightly. My mother was…neglectful, sort of. She did her best, but she had her flaws,” Mirage explained, plucking another eye out of the little bag with his claws, “once she got rid of my father, life was a bit easier. I think my grandparents were relieved when she divorced him.”

Every one of his words were spoken in an almost bored drawl, and his eyes had grown half-lidded. A few cracks sounded through the air as the pink claws slowly broke through the delicate sugar coating of the eye, and Mirage’s eyes remained glued on the treat as he tilted his head thoughtfully.

“My grandma was a nightmare to deal with, but my grandpa was a saint. Out of my entire family, I loved him the most.”

The lamb smiled to himself at the mention of him, the memory bringing back fond feelings…it was almost bittersweet now, of course. So many years had passed since those days, and sometimes it felt surreal to even think about. Sometimes, it felt like everything had just happened yesterday.

*He tilted his head thoughtfully, listening quietly as he grabbed another pastry and began to eat again. He was curious and didn't want to interrupt*

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“I used to cook and bake with my grandma and mom occasionally. It’s what started my interest in both of those,” Mirage said, “and my grandpa would let me tag along on whatever stuff he was doing that day. Chopping firewood, cooking something outside on a fire, going to the store…he also did his fair share of spoiling me with small gifts, haha. Well, as much as our budget would allow. As a whole, he was always there for me.”

Happy and soft as those memories were, they were tinged with a certain level of grief, as those times could never be gotten back anymore. Still, he’d always tried to hold onto those memories so as to not forget them, much like he’d forgotten many others.

“My family also had a dog and a cat. Silly little babies. Otherwise, I can’t tell you very much. Like I said, life was unremarkable,” Mirage shook his head slightly, “and I don’t remember everything to begin with. I never have. Some things are hazier than others, and some memories I just don’t have.”

The words were spoken almost matter-of-factly, as if it was just a fact he’d gotten used to over the years. He popped the candied eye into his mouth before closing the drawstring bag of treats, and pocketing it.

*He nodded slightly, he understood. A lot of memories would be lost down here, to time or trauma, a fact he understood all too well. He's seen things change people completely. Still, he stayed quiet and attentive. He didn't expect you to elaborate on things you couldn't even recall.*

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Mirage looked thoughtful as he reached back at his memories, his eyes cast up towards the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest loosely. Was there truly nothing else he could recall from his time before the cult? Nothing? His brows furrowed a bit as he realised that nothing else would come to mind, no matter how deep he tried to dig. Unfortunate as it was, all he could do was move on.

“Well, from there, eventually my mother got involved with this guy. I don’t even remember how long she’d been with him but it was due to him that we got pulled into that whole cult situation,” Mirage finally spoke after a momentary pause, lowering his gaze to look at the glass which separated the aquarium from the rest of the office, “regimented schedules for the newcomers to prove their willingness to join, very few hours of sleep, followed by a couple of hours spent listening to the head of the flock prattle on and on about their faith. The whole process lasted for about…two weeks?”

The lamb scrunched his nose at the memory before giving a small huff through his nose, almost wanting to roll his eyes.

“It would’ve been boring stuff, had disobeying not come with a harsher punishment. I mean, that had its own levels too, of course. There was no ‘one punishment fits all’ type solution…but hey, once you proved yourself to be someone who would fit perfectly into the slots provided for you, you’d be allowed to stay.”

*Ah, the part he had been looking forward to the least. He tried not to compare it to what he'd done, trying to keep his expression tempered, to turn any self-loathing into concern. He just needed to listen...*

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“They encouraged a simple life and all that. Complete disconnection from the rest of society. Once you got used to it, and you learned to ignore certain things, then the days blended together. If people disappeared, you just had to act like they’d never existed in the first place…quite morbid, in a way.” Mirage recounted, bringing a claw up to tap at his chin thoughtfully as he gazed into the water beyond the glass. Perhaps once upon a time, he would’ve been more upset by these memories or the situation he’d been in, but it was hard to recall a time such as that.

“Eventually, after a few years of being in this group, I was deemed as “The Oracle” by the leader. Whether it was due to any actual ability with intuition that I had or complete delusion, I have no idea…but I’d clearly given them some reason to think that way. I’d risen in the ranks though, and that’s all I knew at first. The pressure that was brought on with the title was a bit more than I’d expected at first.”

Eventually, his eyes flicked to glance over at Vox, to try and read his body language and expressions. All of this was quite a lot of information to take in, and he couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t want to know what he truly thought.

*He was tense. It wasn't quite like what he ran, but in comparison Vox felt as though he'd been more intense... more ruthless. That he'd been more selfish. He couldn't help making connections though- how people were treated, how some people had been killed and he'd forced people to ignore it lest they faced the same punishment. He tried to keep that off his face though, as he listened, even tho the pastry in his hand was starting to get cold from how much thinking he'd been doing instead of eating*

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Mirage took note of the little things such as how dense Vox appeared, and the fact that the pastry no longer steamed the way it had prior. Although he said nothing yet, he chose to keep an eye on changes from that moment on.

“Once I had my title, and my standing had improved within the group, it felt more…freeing. I wasn’t exactly under just anyone’s foot anymore, since people began to look to me for advice,” the sinner said, “that didn’t make me completely safe, of course. I wasn’t the leader by any means, after all…”

Subconsciously, he’d began to rub over his wrist with a hand, a ghost of a feeling having reared its head. That tightly wound band hadn’t been wrapped around his limb for years upon years, but the memory still persisted like a stubborn echo.

“I wasn’t allowed to move too freely. I had to stay within the bounds of our ‘home’ on my free time, and during…well, I suppose you could call it ‘work’, I was confined to a single room. Predicting the future for hours to anyone who came searching for some kind of guidance, all the while needing to adhere to a certain script so as to not say anything eehh…blasphemous. Straying from it brought consequences. I had to stick to it till they felt more confident in me working without anyone standing guard, or so to speak.”

*He couldn't help sitting up a little, grip tightening on the pastry just slightly. It sounded suffocating and you had been in such a high standing! How horrible had he been? He'd refused to let anyone get even close to his level, how suffocating had that been? Was it better or worse? He tried to make the words that slipped out sound like they were in regards to what you'd said, but really he was thinking of all he'd done.* Oh god...

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Mirage’s head finally turned entirely to face Vox, his gaze unblinking as he took in his entire form. His ears shifted forward, and his head tilted minimally to the side. These reactions he was receiving weren’t something he hadn’t been expecting, but something felt a bit off, didn’t it? How strange. He brought an ambient smile onto his face, even if it didn’t reach his eyes, before he spoke again.

“It was troublesome, certainly…but as I’ve said, I grew used to it,” the lamb said, and as he turned his entire body to face Vox as well, his hands found their way to resting against the desk, “though I hope that hearing all of this isn’t too off-putting to you, honeybun.”

While what he said was more of a question, Mirage’s tone failed to make it seem much like one. His low toned drawl continued, even if he softened his voice in an attempt to make it sound more comforting.

*He shook his head, both to try to dispel his own thoughts and to assure you* N-No, I get it, a lot of people had... shitty lives up there. Just kinda a lot to imagine, y'know... *He'd hoped his tone was convincing, though part of him knew it wasn't. All he could hope was you didn't share his curiousity*

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But that curiosity he did share, for Mirage knew that he hadn’t asked very much about Vox’s past yet, and judging by his tone and his reactions? The lamb wondered just how much of it was related to whatever Vox’s life had been like. There was a minor arch of his eyebrow, but it was only for a brief moment before Mirage returned his expression to its prior state.

“Yes, that we did…which does bring me to a question; what was your life like before you ended up down here? Surely you must have plenty of stories to share.”

*He visibly tensed, silently cursing himself, before he tried to figure out how to word it. Best to start with his childhood, right?* Well... I grew up in a pretty well-off household. Dad made good money, and, y'know, Mom was a housewife. They weren't the best parents, but they... *He paused. Could he even say they tried? His mother treated him like a disobedient animal at best and his father never wanted anything to do with him. He'd always blamed his eyes for that...* They were there? I guess? Got kicked out on my 18th, though... maybe my 17th, I can't remember anymore... But, whatever, I was grown. *He shook his head. He shouldn't pity himself.*

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Mirage listened attentively, his ears shifting forward with each little addition. His ambient smile slowly faded, the corners of his mouth dropping into a small frown as Vox recounted his time with his parents. Well, didn’t they just sound like the unpleasant sort. Vox didn’t need to say it explicitly for Mirage to figure as much.

“Ah, well…that must’ve been hard. I never understand why parents would be so eager to kick their own children out…” he said with a small sigh, “did you have a clear plan for what you were going to do when you got kicked out?”

*He shrugged* Kinda? I moved in with my friend who had connections with a local news channel and got me a job with the station. After a while they turned me into their token weatherboy... *He trailed off... this was where his story got gruesome. He wasn't sure how you'd take it considering how yours had gone.* I-I uhm... You, uhm... I-I'm gonna need you to promise something...

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Mirage cocked his head to the other side almost curiously, but stood up straight while his arms found themselves crossing over his chest loosely once more. ‘Well then, here we are getting to the true meat of the story, aren’t we?’ Mirage thought to himself.

“Yes, honeybun? What is it?” He asked out loud simply, finding himself uncertain of what to expect.

Promise me that, with what I say next, i-if... When you get mad about it, you just don't hit me, okay? I did a lot of things that I've recently become... very not proud of.

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A look of surprise crossed Mirage’s features as Vox’s words sunk in. He had to promise not to…hit him? Why would he ever hit him? His ears lowered on his head, and he knitted his brows in concern as he tried read Vox’s face for any hints for what may have been coming…and yet he couldn’t really factor in much of a guess of what it could be. Killing, perhaps? But that wasn’t that serious, now was it?

“I promise, love. You won’t exactly be able to make me angry either, I can also promise you that…so, go on.” The lamb encouraged, trying to offer the other a reassuring smile.

*He took a deep breath* Being a weatherman was never enough... for me. I wanted people to see me, to have all their attention on me. So I'd started killing. The anchor... the talk-show host... the producers... our featured segments... I started sloppy, but began to stage suicides. Accidents. I killed my boss and took over the network, and... I began to amass followers. They called me a God. Treated me like I was divinity. And I loved every second of it. I've always... called it a movement but I think it's... time to accept that it was just a cult. I'd basically started a fucking cult. I was the center, I was the most important man in these people's lives. *He huffed out a soft, almost sad laugh* I-I still remember when I died, I-I had been... preaching to these people... God, it feels so fucked up now, knowing you and everything you've gone through and... actually caring.

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Mirage listened patiently, and as attentively as before, but his expression gave way to little reaction at first. It was mainly his ears that moved and twitched this way and that in response to the information he was receiving, but that wasn’t truly much to go off of, now was it? It was, arguably, a lot to take in but more so because it was a lot of new information he was given, rather than the topic itself. Finally, a smile split the lamb’s face one more, and he couldn’t do anything else except give an amused sounding chuckle.

“Is that what you were so worried of telling me about?” He asked, and while his voice still lied in its lower register, he sounded almost delighted. He gave a small sigh, circling around the desk to Vox, his fingers lightly tracing the edge of the desk as he walked.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I see why you would be worried, with my past and all,” Mirage continued, leaning down to be more eye level with the other sinner, “but this isn’t nearly enough to make me be angry at you. Honestly, it’s something I’ve already wondered about you. You’ve at least seemed to have a penchant for power and admiration in the past, given what happened a bit ago with the whole Heaven thing, so…I figured it must’ve come from somewhere.”

The look in his eyes softened, as did his smile, and it felt less like he was trying to stare into one’s very soul. It was instead a look of sympathy.

“I’m sorry for how much these memories must hurt you now, Vox. It can’t be easy…but I still love you the same. This changes nothing for me.”

*He seemed to pause for a second. He was shocked and his expression clearly showed that. He'd expected a negative reaction at best so to hear you so willing to love him after hearing about the things that now made him feel like he was unlovable was... jarring. He took a second to actually feel like he could speak again...* I-I... y-you... you promise...? That you're not just... saying this because you feel like you have to...?

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“I promise, honeybun. I mean it when I say that I still love you,” Mirage replied, booping Vox’s screen gently. It was sad that Vox had even had to feel so worried over whether or not he’d be lovable for doing what he had once, but such is the way of human emotions, huh?

“Besides, you think I didn’t cause my own fair share of issues in the cult I was in? I’m not as innocent as I seem, silly.”

*He couldn't help hugging you. He needed to, it was obvious. He let out a quiet, shuddering sigh before he spoke again* You have... no idea how terrified I was that I was about to fuck this all up... Thank you so fucking much...

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Mirage’s arms wrapped around Vox in a warm embrace as soon as the hug was initiated, and he nuzzled his nose against the side of Vox’s screen with a small smile.

“You’ve no need to thank me. I’m sorry that you’ve had to carry this with you for so long while worrying over what I’d think.” he said while gently stroking a hand up and down Vox’s back.

*He let out a more steady sigh this time, relaxing into you. After a moment he pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes* I-It's okay, I just... you know how much you mean to me. How much I love you... I was terrified the things I couldn't change would change that but... *He couldn't help but smile* But of course you're so amazing that you could actually forgive it...

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Mirage met his gaze without hesitation, and his smile grew a bit as he chuckled.

“I love you too, Vox…and I’m not that amazing. Again, I’m not an innocent soul down here. I’ve done my fair share of deeds that didn’t require someone forcing my hand. You’re not really that much worse compared to me.” The lamb spoke, pulling a bit further from the hug so that he could slide his hands into Vox’s, squeezing them gently.

“You’d need to be pretty fucking horrendous towards me or someone I care about to really tick me off, honeybun.”

Then it's a good thing I'd never want to do anything like that to you... *He huffed out a soft laugh* I mean, after all, you're like... everything to me. Have- have I ever actually told you that?

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“Hmm…I’m not sure if you’ve said the exact words before, but you’ve shown it plenty.” Mirage purred, nuzzling his nose against Vox’s screen softly before giving a soft giggle. Those words were sweeter coming from Vox than anyone else he’d ever heard them from before, because here? They at least felt real.

“And you’re everything to me too. I hope you know that, honeybun.”

*He pressed a small kiss to your nose in response to the nuzzle* Every day I feel it more and more... Since you're here, and I don't have much to do... wanna snuggle again?

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*He tried not to seem too flustered as you tease him about his inability to say the word, but all of that quickly becomes useless as your paw easily almost envelopes his ribs. Has he always been this small? He looked back up at you, trying to defend himself.* Ihi- I do not- *He cut himself off, forcing down a squeal as his shoulders shook with barely-contained laughter, huffs escaping him every now and again as he struggled to stay quiet, being defiant*

My smirk widens as I slowly work open the top button, eyes lighting up as he tries to be quiet. “Oh, that’s not going to work, sweetie. You can’t hold it in forever, but don’t worry!” I lean closer, until my muzzle is hovering by his head, and my next words come out in a cooing whisper. “We’ve got alllllll day to make you giggle…and shriek…and squeal…and beg.”

I punctuate each word with another squeeze to his ribs, already working on the next button with my claws. Unable to resist, I lean my face closer until I’m able to nuzzle my nose into his neck. “By the time I’m done here, you’ll be a puddle of giggly mush, and that’s a promise.”

*He snorted at the nuzzle, biting his lower lip despite the smallest of giggles escaping him. His antennae sparked at the idea, his eyes widening at the possibility of being reduced to such a flustering state*

I happen to catch his eyes widening and chuckle, my breath fanning out over his skin. “Oh yes, if you aren’t giggly goo by the time I finish here, then I haven’t done my job properly!” I teasingly graze my fangs across the right side of his neck, growling playfully.

“But that shouldn’t be too hard, someone as adorable as you are is always very, very ticklish.” I’m working on the third button, and I’ve started kneading at his ribs as if I’m a cat. “Which means more fun for me, and for you! Because…you like being tickled, don’t you?”

My eyes glitter knowingly up at him, giving his neck a gentle nibble. “If you really hated this, you’d be fighting me. Or zapping away, I’ve seen you do that before, during an interview if I recall. But…you aren’t. You’re in my arms, just laying there and letting me tease you.” I’m at the next button, easily working it open and moving to the last one. “So you want me to get you. You want the Tickle Monster to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you, until all you can think about is how much you love it. Isn’t that right, Vox?”

*He snorts again, his screen glowing brighter as you continue to tease him. He opens his mouth to protest, only to fall to his own laughter, squirming as if it made any difference to convince you otherwise.* Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!

“And there it is, there’s that laughter!” I sigh happily, ears twitching as I soak in the sound. “Isn’t that much better? Little Lee’s like you shouldn’t try to hold it in, it only makes me want to tickle you even more!”

Suddenly, my eyes light up, and my smirk takes on a wicked edge. “Ohhhhh Vooooox…I think you should be honest with yourself…and admit how much you love being tickled.” I pop open the last button of his vest, and waste no time in getting it off of him. I manage to do so without giving him a chance to wriggle out of my arms. “If you admit it, I promise to go easy on you. If you can’t…well, I think you know what will happen next.”

When I see that his shirt also has buttons, I blink and a giggle slips out. “More buttons? You’re really making me work to be able to really tickle you. I suppose that makes it more fun.” I’m back to kneading and squeezing at his ribs, but I also gently scritch at them through the thinner fabric of his shirt. With my other paw, I take my time working open the buttons on his shirt.

Fuhuck- Fuck thahat! *He insisted as he wiggled. He clearly wasn't admitting it without a fight*

I’ve gotten half of his shirt unbuttoned when he refuses, which causes me to pause and slowly blink at him. “…the hard way it is. It’s a shame, but it’s much more fun for me to tickle you into saying it.” I sneak my index claw up until it’s resting under his arm, gently scribbling at the spot. “Unfortunately for you, that means you’re getting extra special treatment.”

There’s only one button left now, and I stop tickling him. I’m poised to undo it, but I wait until he’s looking at me. “Last chance, little one, if you don’t say it, don’t expect any mercy from me.” I’ve already moved the that was tickling him into his open shirt, resting it over his bare ribs so he can feel my soft paw pads and softer fur. “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

*He wiggled and giggled as you scribbled. He shook his head, even as he felt your paw pads against him* Ahall I'm gonna say, ihis I'M nohot the lee hehehere!

“No? I’d have to disagree, Pumpkin. Even though I’ll happily admit to having Lee moods myself, at the moment?” I undo the last button, pushing open his shirt but not fully removing it. I take a moment to let him really feel how vulnerable he now is. “You’re the Lee here, Honey, and I’m the Tickle Monster who’s going to take her sweet, sweet time wrecking you.”

I pretend to examine him, hemming and hawing over where to start. “Hmmm, should I tickle here?” I shift both paws to hover near his armpits, claws twitching, then shake my head. “Mmm, not yet. Here?” I move them to hover over his belly, just inches away from making contact. “…no, not the tummy, not yet anyway. Oh, I know!”

I lean closer so I can coo softly at him, paws hovering over his lower ribs. “For a sassy little Lee like you, let’s start with one of my favorite games. So tell me, Vox…how many ribs do you have?” My eyes sparkle with a playful wickedness, claws resting delicately against his lowest ribs on both sides.

*Every teased spot elicited more squirming, nervous giggles, before a wide, wobbly, nervous grin took over his face* 18! Ihi- I have sihix less for- ... Ihi, I don't actually know why, my gills maybe? T-truhust me! Ehe-Ethan always sh-shohows me my b-bluhueprints! *He left out how Val would always 'double check' once Vox was completely online.*

“Hmmm…you sound very sure.” I lightly tap my claws against the ribs underneath them, pretending to think. “And you say you’ve seen blueprints too, sounds rather official.”

I wait until he starts to look relieved, then smile sweetly at him. “…but just to be sure, I think I’ll count them myself. Can’t be too careful, what if you missed one?” And with that, I start gently scratching and scribbling at the rib under my left paw. “Let’s see, one…ohhh, this rib is wider than I thought it would be!” I take my time going over the full length of it, tickling from the front until I start reaching where it curves behind him.

*He let out a small relieved sigh as you seemed to take his word seriously, but tensed up as you decided to count them anyway, despite his shaking head and possibly egged on by how his wobbly smile grew. He squealed, his laugh pitchy and squealy, almost panicky. He didn't want to admit it, but your closer proximity to his gills definitely made it tickle more!*

Once my claws manage to get behind him, I slowly spider them up to the next rib on that side. I repeat the scribbling and scratching, just going from his back to his front now. “Two…awww, listen to that squeal! And you say you aren’t adorable? That little noise proves otherwise!” I slowly work my way to his front, taking my time giving this rib attention. “Two down, sixteen more to go!”

In the middle of giving the third rib a few gentle pinches, he wiggles enough to dislodge my claws. I loudly gasp, then start rapidly poking at his ribs with both sets of claws. “You made me lose count! Now I have to start alllllll over! If you can’t hold still…I’ll have to get both sides at once, is that what you want?” I poke my way down to both of his lowest ribs, claws poised to strike.

*He shook his head despite still squirming, kicking his legs the best he could as he laughed*

I outright laugh when he starts kicking, shaking my head and sighing. “Looks like I’ll have to, you can’t stay still! Now let’s see here…here’s one and two…”

I start gently pinching and scribble at both of his lowest ribs, humming a little tune as I slowly travel the length of the bone. “Tickle tickle, little one! Awww, these ones seem like the best to tickle, you squeal so much when I do! Maybe I should come back and tickle these ones more after I finish counting. How does that sound?”

*He squealed loudly, proving your point, his voice holding a hint of nervousness as he laughed. He was almost lucky you were planning on moving up, not down*

Once I work my claws around to his back, I give his lowest ribs one last scribble then spider up to the next two. “Here’s three and four! Hold still, if you make me lose count I’ll have to start over!” I slowly work my claws from his back to around the sides of the ribs I’m targeting. I force a stern frown on my face when he keeps squirming, but I’m barely holding back laughter myself. “Vox, do I need to get mean? If you don’t hold still…I’ll have to eat you up. And do you want that? Do you want me to munch on these ticklish ribs?”

I give them a few rapid pinches before jumping to the next set. “Five and six! Because if I snack in your ribs, u might be tempted to get your cute wittle tummy. Is that what you want?” My voice comes out in a high pitched coo. “You want me to eat your little ribs and tummy until you can’t even speak? Because I can! And who knows, maybe I’ll even enjoy some yummy fruit while I’m doing so!” I emphasis the word fruit with a playfully evil grin, waiting to see when it clicks.

*The very idea elicits a flustered squeal as he shook his head, but still he squirmed, unable to stop himself. It tickled to much to stay still and there was only a few ways to dispel the energy building up with every scribble of your claws* Ihi cahahan't!

“You can’t?” I slowly stop tickling, peering down at him with an amused smile. I’m just resting my claws on his ribs, lightly tapping at them. “Well then, if you really can’t…”

As I trail off, I slip my paws up and under his arms. Getting a good grip, I lift him up until his torso is level with my face. “I guess it’s snack time! I hope you don’t mind, but I did miss lunch today so I’m rather hungry.” The word hungry comes out in a low growl, then I press my nose against a rib and sniff at him. “Oooh you even smell tasty! I think I’ll start with these, then have some fruit, just like I promised!~”

I bare my teeth, then gently nibble at the rib in front of me. Lightly grazing it with my fangs then delicately nipping.

*His laughter died to anticipatory giggles as he was held up, squeaking as your nose pressed into him before falling back into squealing laughter as the nibbles began, his body doing its best to curl up against your head*

“Om nom nom! Mmmm, such a yummy little snack I’ve got here!” I flatten my ears slightly when I feel him curl over my head, but other than that I allow it. I switch ribs at random, sometimes going for the upper ones, sometimes the lower ones, and switching sides with no warning. “Awww, such a ticklish little cutie I’ve got here! What’s wrong, does this tickle? Oooh, you like when I get these ones right here? Good to know!” I make sure to go to his lowest ribs many times, chuckling at how he squirms even more.

“So, would you like to admit that you love being tickled now? Or does this little cub need more convincing?” I switch to nuzzling him with my nose, occasionally using it to prod along his ribcage. I take the time to soak in his laughter, smiling against his ribs and hoping he can feel it. “I’m still hungry, so I’d answer quickly, Vox. Don’t keep the Tickle Monster waiting.~”

*Despite the way the nibbles closer to his lowest ribs turned his laughter panicky and pitchy, how his antennae sparked at the nomming noises, or how even the nuzzles made him squeal, he shook his head in defiance.* Ihi'll nehehever gihive ihihihin!!

“Never?” I tilt my head up slightly, just enough so he can see my orange eyes go a shade darker, and my tone has a hint of a growl to it. “You shouldn’t say never, little one, not when you’re as ticklish as you are.”

It takes just a slight shift to have my thumbs press into his underarms, lightly brushing the soft pads back and forth over his skin. “Never implies that you can last for a long time. And we have…hmm, how long until someone comes to look for you? An hour? Two? Could you really handle being tickled for that long?” I keep up the growl, but my eyes sparkle with mischief, showing I’m mostly teasing him.

“And what if I tickle your tummy? Your neck? Do more than just use my paw pads under your arms? Go for your sides, get your ribs some more?” I nuzzle my way down to his stomach, trailing my nose around and giving extra nuzzles to any spots that make him squeak or squeal. “Or maybe I’ll go for those…gills, of yours? And not just using my claws or teeth, but giving you raspberries. To all of your little spots, over and over and over, until you can’t do anything but laugh and laugh.”

I pull back and just smile sweetly at him, stopping all tickling so my words really sink in. “Are you sure you can handle it, Cub? Because once I really start, it’s not going to stop until you say it. Once you say you love being tickled, this all stops, and the Tickle Monster will stop picking on you. But it’s up to you, so Vox…”

I lift my head until our faces are level, eyes and smile oozing predatory, yet not dangerous, intent. “What’s it going to be?”

*His laughter quiets at the change which only allows him to hear you more clearly, his screen glowing bright as his antenna sparked, a nervous squeak escaping him as you mention his gills. Still when his time came to speak, he stayed defiant. But now, he was no longer sure if it was out of pure pride... or if he just didn't want the fun to end yet. Still he tried to look confident as he held his screen high.* Ihi said never.

I meet his gaze calmly, eyes now a burnt orange, but my smile changes. It goes from wide and showing teeth to softer, sweeter…yet just as dangerous. “If that’s what you want, who am I to argue. Just know, you can make it stop anytime, all you have to do is admit it.”

The second I finish speaking, I’m moving. I lift him up more, so I can get my legs stretched out and then underneath me. I lay him gently on the floor, then crouch over his legs so my face is level with his stomach. I give that same sweet smile, ears twitching as I move my paws to hover on either side of him. “Now then, where was I…oh yes, showing this ticklish little cub why you shouldn’t provoke a Tickle Monster.”

And with that, I launch a full out tickle attack. My paws shove under his arms, claws scribbling and paw pads rubbing into the hollows. Then they dart up to tease at his neck, lightly fluttering claws and brushing pads along the skin there. Then they’re at his ribs, pinching and kneading the ticklish bones like bread. Then to his sides, rapidly squeezing and scratching from just below his gills to his hips and back up again. Then the gills themselves, just softly using the pads to caress the length of each one, brushing back and forth light as a feather. Then they jump back to his armpits, and the cycle starts all over again, sometimes switching the order so he can’t get used to it.

Meanwhile, I’m chomping and nuzzling at his belly, making loud silly sounds as I do so. Then I’m inhaling as much air as possibly to plant raspberries all over the area, especially around or over his navel.

And throughout all of it, when I’m able to speak I’m cooing and babbling teasing baby talk at him.

“Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Coochie coo! Awww, does this tickle?”

“Who’s a ticklish little cub? Who is it? Yes, it’s you! You are!”

“What’s wrong, I’m right here, no need to shout!”

“Oh, what? You don’t like the word tickle? Well I love it! Tickle tickle tiiiiickle! Tickle tickle! You know you love it too! Look at that smile!”

“Look at all these ticklish spots you have! This adorable little tummy sure loves getting raspberries! Awww, what’s that? You want more? Of course! PFFFFFT!!”

“Why are you turning onto your side? Oh, you want a raspberry here? Pffffffttt!!!!”

“Nuh uh, little one, you can’t roll away from me! C’mere, those ribs need some nuzzles!”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so ticklish! Listen to that laughter, it really is adorably precious! I could listen to it for hours!”

*Every little action adds up to one squealing, cackling mess of a man. Every raspberry that intersected with the gill tickles caused his laugh to glitch violently, babbling out nonsense protests for a solid five minutes before grabbing at your paws, slapping at one of them, shaking his head, the sides of his screen tapping against the floor.*

When he grabs my paws, they stop in the middle of kneading at his ribs. When I feel him smacking one of them, I peek up at him, resting my chin on his belly. “Yessss?” I drag out the word, practically singing it at him with a cheeky smile. Yet I’m also looking him over closely, making sure he’s not in genuine distress. “Can I help you, little one? Do you have something you’d like to tell me? Or do you just need a quick breather?”

I make no sudden moves, so he doesn’t think I’m about to start tickling again. I turn my paws so I can gently hold his hands, brushing the pads on my thumbs over the backs of his hands. “Was that too much for you, Cub? I’m fine with letting you have a break, but unless you plan to say what I want to hear…well, now I know exactly what to do to make you really lose it.” My tone lightens amd my eyes have swirls of pink in them as I let my gaze go to his gills. “Can this wittle cutie not handle tickles to his wittle gills or raspberries to his wittle tummy?”

*He panted heavily, still giggle as he tried to form a thought in his half-fogged mind.* Ihihi... I dohon't... I dohohon't remehember... wh-whahat I hahahad to sahahay...

“Oh, that’s alright, Sweetie, let me remind you!” I can’t resist nuzzling his stomach a little, chuckling. “You need to say ‘I love being tickled’, and all this stops. Just four little words!”

I gently squeeze his hands so he focuses on me, my expression soft and impossibly fond. “It’ll stay between you and me, Vox. You don’t even have to say it very loud, I just need to be able to hear it.”

*His screen lit up bright blue, his hands clinging tight to your paws as he refused to meet your eyes. He wanted to bad to defy, but his brain was still half foggy from the tickles, and he knew he wouldn't be able to handle any more.* Ihi... I... love beheing tickled... *He mumbled the words, just barely enough for you to hear.*

The second he says it, a little squeal slips out of me. Both from how he’s unable to look at me and how flustered he is, and from how he practically whispers the words. My tail starts to wag, making a rustling sound as it wiggles. “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

I gently disentangle my paws from his hands as I get up from my crouch, scooping him up with an arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders. I hold him against my chest as I sit back, one arm still supporting him while my free paw goes to rub away any leftover tingles. I make sure to avoid getting near his gills, not wanting to tickle him anymore. “There now, you can relax, honey, I’m all done.”

My eyes are fully pink, and I lean down to nuzzle the left side of his screen with my nose in an obviously affectionate way. “I hope I wasn’t too mean to you, Cub. But the Tickle Monster really doesn’t like when ticklish little cutie’s try to act tough around her.”

Mhmhmmm... *He mumbles out as he relaxes, leftover giggles replaced with drowsiness as he melts into your warmth.*

“Aww, did I tucker you out, Cub?” I speak in a quieter voice, letting him snuggle into me with a soft purr. The paw that was rubbing at his ribs I move down to rest over his stomach, my palm covering it while my fingers and claws curl protectively over his side. “You can rest for a bit, Vox, I don’t mind.”

As I say his name, a thought occurs to me. A little chuckle slips out and I shake my head. “I just realized, I never properly introduced myself.” I wait until his sleepy eyes meet mine and offer him a wide smile, showing off my fangs and dimples appearing on my cheeks. “I’m Maria, Vox, it’s been very nice to meet you.”

*He let out a soft hum of acknowledgment.* Nice to meet you too... *He mumbled out as he began to fall asleep, tucking himself up against you for warmth.*

I begin to rock us both back and forth, humming a gentle tune to help lull him to sleep. The humming mixes with a low purr, causing my chest to rumble beneath him.

“Sleep well, Cub, I’ve got you…”

Once he’s fully asleep, I glance around his office and a frown forms on my muzzle. There’s no where that looks comfortable enough to lay him down. And looking at the time displayed on one of his monitors, the frown gets bigger. “…this won’t do at all.”

*He hummed softly as he fell asleep, snuggled and pressed against your chest as if it was the safest place to be.*

An irritated huff slips out, and I shake my head. “Alright, looks like I’m finding him a place to rest.” I carefully get up, making sure to move slowly so I don’t wake him. Once I’m on my feet, I walk toward the door, pausing only long enough to sniff the air and listen for signs of anyone nearby.

Only when I’m sure it’s safe, do I open the door and slip out of his office. I move with purpose, occasionally stopping when he shows signs of stirring. Anytime I can hear or smell someone coming, I duck out of the way and out of sight until they pass by.

Eventually, I spot a lift that has his scent heavily lingering and I grin. ‘Hopefully this one can get me to where he stays.’ I smile when it opens once I’m close enough, slipping inside…only to frown when nothing happens. “Mm…hold on…”

I try to tap the control panel, eyes narrowing when nothing happens. A little growl slips out, but I stop the sound dead when he shifts in my arms. “Shhh…no need to worry, Cub, everything’s fine.”

*He lets out a soft whine, hands clinging to one of your paws he presses closer to you. Meanwhile, just outside the elevator, a face familiar to Vox begins rushing towards the elevator, but stops when he sees you holding his boss in your arms. That face's name is Ethan.*

Uhm... may-may I help... you...? Ma'am...?

My head whips towards him, eyes instantly going black as my lip curls slightly, I hug Vox closer and turn my body so I’m shielding him. “Come any closer and I’ll…”, I trail off as I take in his scent, it’s one that lingered heavily in Vox’s office. I don’t fully relax, but the black of my eyes and the red pupils waver. “…who are you? And unless you can get this elevator working then no, I don’t think you can help me.”

I turn my attention to the control panel, leaning down slightly and quietly snarling at it, showing off every last tooth in the threatening display. “I don’t care if you aren’t sentient, if you don’t take me to a place where my…Vox, can rest, I will find a way to rip you to pieces you absolute…”

*He tries to hide behind his clipboard when you threaten him, peering out as he hears your threats turn to the control panel.* M-ma'am, please don't threaten the AI! We've been having issues with it becoming sentient... I-I'm Ethan, Vox's personal assistant. I can help you, actually... *He stepped towards the elevator, before pausing, his wide tail twitching and sparking nervously.* Uh- m-may I, Ma'am?

I eye him warily, but it’s obvious he isn’t a threat so I relax a little. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I’m Maria, and I’m not usually like this.” My smile is sheepish as my eyes go back to their usual dark brown, and I’m careful to keep my fangs hidden. “I’m just…a little on edge, I suppose.” When I glance down at Vox and my expression goes soft, it’s obvious why.

“Ahem, yes I’d appreciate the help. I’m trying to get Vox somewhere he can rest comfortably, but the elevator won’t do anything and I’m not sure where exactly to go.” I’m speaking quietly so as not to wake up Vox, eyes constantly darting down to his face to check that he’s alright.

*He nodded, tucking his tail close as he steps in, entering a few password onto the screen before making a few selections. The doors shut and Ethan finally selects the top section of a small cylinder, and the elevator begins movie.* I-I get it, it's tough to navigate around here without the right passwords. *He looks over at Vox, how comfortable the overlord is, and smiles a bit.* He seems comfortable with you, at least, that's good. He can't really let anyone get too close now so, it's... good he can let someone.

Once the lift starts moving, I turn my attention back to Vox. I make no attempt to hide the soft purrs emitting from me, and I very gently nuzzle the edge of his screen so as not to wake him. “I’d hope he feels comfortable with me, I’d hate for my Cub to feel unsafe around me.”

I glance toward him and offer him a smile. “Thank you again for helping me get my Cub somewhere safe.” A thought occurs to me and I pause, head tilting as I look at him. “Do you happen to have a favorite dessert, Ethan? I’d like to properly apologize for threatening you, since we’ll most likely be seeing each other quite often.”

*His eyes widened a little as you called Vox your cub, but he finds it... fitting. The way you hold him, it seemed protective and soft. It made sense to him. As you mention desserts he perks up initially, before looking away* O-oh, you don't have to do that, Maria, I-I just want to help... though I do really like sugar cookies. *That last part was quiet, as if he tried to keep it to himself.*

“Sugar cookies it is! I’ll bring them by the next time I visit…so possibly tomorrow. Unless Vox has what I need to make them here…”

My attention immediately goes to Vox when he shifts, purring kicking up in volume to mix with gentle humming. I sway in place, soothing him right back to sleep with a fond smile on my face. Once he’s settled, I turn my attention back to Ethan.

“Speaking of food, does Vox happen to have any favorites? I’m not sure if he’s eaten lunch yet, and I want to be sure he does when he wakes up.”

*His eyes brighten at your promise before turning to Vox. He shifted and groaned softly, before falling back into a peaceful slumber as you soothed him again, a soft smile taking home on his screen.* Well, he likes meat in general, especially stuff he can cook really tender so he can tear it apart easier. Like roasts or a good steak? But he mostly just likes savory stuff. *He perked up as the elevator dinged and opened to a large living space, with a designated area to watch TV and another to cook in. There was a less defined third area piled with pink, red, purple and blue pillows, all in different shapes, on a thick, shaggy rug. Three walls had three different doors on them; a dark pink wall with a raised door, that had stairs leading up to it, a hot pink wall with a very tall, white door on it with intricate pink patterns including hearts, and a dark blue wall with a simple black automatic door. One section of the blue wall was turned into an aquarium where Shock.wav swam peacefully. Ethan led the way in.* This is the Vee's lounge. O-only the Vees and us personal assistants are allowed up here, but since Vox is so comfortable with you, I don't think I'll get in trouble for letting you up here...

My nose twitches as I take in the new scents, one is obviously Vox, but the other two strongest scents are new to me. “It’s a lovely lounge.” My eyes land on the couch in front of the TV and I quickly but carefully make a beeline for it. I have to do some maneuvering, but I manage to get a paw free to test the furniture. It only takes a few gentle prods before I make a face and shake my head. “That won’t do at all…”

I glance toward the area piled with pillows and light up, eagerly approaching it. I do the same test, then nod in satisfaction and start moving pillows around. It takes a minute since I’m still holding Vox, but eventually I make a very obvious nest out of the pillows. “Perfect.” When I go to lay him down, I do so carefully, treating him like he’s made of glass. It takes some coaxing to get Vox to let go, but soon he’s snuggled safely in the nest. I press a soft kiss to the edge of his screen, then quietly back away and turn to Ethan. “Thank you for letting me in, if it causes issues I won’t tell him who let me up here. Now, I have to make my Cub some food for when he wakes up…and your cookies if I can get the ingredients together.”

I head for the cooking area, but I offer Ethan one last warm smile before I fully focus on getting together a meal for Vox. “If all goes well, you’ll be eating sugar cookies before I leave today.”

*As you lower Vox into the nest, it takes a few tries to get him to stop clinging, but as you gently kiss the side of his screen, he hums softly, snuggling into the pile of pillows. Ethan watches as you move into the kitchen area, nodding a bit.* I-if you want, I can help you! Vox says I'm a good sous chef.

“Some help would be lovely, if you don’t have anything else you need to be getting done.” Once I reach the fridge I open it and let out a satisfied noise at seeing it fully stocked. “Mmm, now what to make him…you did say he likes meat….”

I have to crouch to properly look into the fridge, and I carefully root around as I think of what to make him. “Something quick so it’s done before he wakes up. Do you have any suggestions, Ethan?”

Well, steak maybe? I know a good seasoning mix, it's his favorite! And maybe some kind of side? *He looked around for any ideas*

“Oh that sounds perfect! So steak…and maybe mashed potatoes, I know a recipe for garlic and bacon mashed potatoes that I’ve never gotten a complaint about.” I pull out a packet with two decently sized steaks wrapped inside, setting it on the counter while I continue to rummage inside the fridge. “Good, he does have bacon…mmm, aha, garlic too!” My tail is wagging a little as I set the items on the counter next to the steaks. “Would you be a dear and get me a cutting board and a few pans ready?”

Of course! *He gets into the cupboard where the pans and stuff were stored, pulling a few pans out, followed by a wooden cutting board.* Anything else?

I lift my head and start sniffing. My eyes narrow and my head tilts so I’m looking at a pantry off to the side. “There should be some potatoes in there…off to the left in a…plastic bag, on the floor. We’re going to need those, and a pot to boil them in.” I look back into the fridge, taking one last look before nodding. “Alright, I’ve got what I need for now.”

I stand up straight and shut the door, then head to the sink so I can start scrubbing my paws clean. “Oh, and you mentioned a seasoning mix he likes?”

Yeah, it should be in one of those cabinets. It's in a bottle labeled 'Special mix.' *He pulls a pot out of the cabinet, before heading to the pantry and getting out the bag of potatoes.* Y'know, you've got a pretty sharp nose there! ... Is that the right word?

“Could you tell me one of the ingredients in the mix?” I’m eyeing the cabinets as I finish washing up, grabbing a paper towel and very carefully drying my claws.

When I catch the quieter words from him, I giggle and glance over my shoulder at him. “Grizzly bears can smell things up to twenty miles away, so I do indeed have a ‘sharp nose’.” The smile drops slightly as I sigh, looking slightly tired as I finish drying my paws. “You can imagine how…interesting, that makes living down here.”

*He nodded as he listened, examining the bottle.* Makes sense... Uhh... and I think this at least has some garlic power and... uh... I-I don't really know very well. H-he usually mixes it himself, so I don't actually know what he puts in here...

“Garlic powder…”, Maria murmurs, before leaning closer to the bottle filled shelves. She inhales deeply, eyes closing as she takes in the wild array of new scents. It takes several sniffs before her eyes open, carefully reaching out to pluck the correct bottle up. “Here we are!”

She sets the bottle by the steaks, then grabs the salt and pepper shakers as well. “I’ll need these as well. Could you fill the pot with water and get that boiling? I need to peel the potatoes first, I want to start on those before the steaks.”

*He nodded before beginning to fill the pot, humming idly to himself* You know, when we're cooking is one of the few times Mr. Vox is mostly patient with me! Funny enough he doesn't really like sharing the kitchen with anyone else, he says they'll just 'set it on fire'. *He shut off the sink as soon as the pot was full enough, before moving it to the stove and turning on the burner. As he did so, he realized something...* How did you get him to sleep, by the way? Usually if anyone tries to get him to sleep during the day or before his work is done, he threatens to feed us to Shock.wav!

“Ah, well I suppose I can understand. Having too many cooks in the kitchen…things can get chaotic.” Maria makes her way toward the cutting board, reaching into the bag to grab out a potato. She makes a tiny incision with her claw, around one end of the vegetable, then slowly hooks the tip of her claw into it. “I don’t mind having help in the kitchen, outside of a few rare occasions.

As she’s carefully peeling the skin from the potato, she pauses at Ethan’s question. She takes a moment to think of how to answer, then casually replies, “Well…I do have some experience with getting people to rest when they insist they don’t need it. I used a method that always worked on..on my son, when I was alive.” She stutters a bit when she mentions her son, but keeps an easy smile on her face as she finishes peeling. Maria’s already reaching for the next vegetable, gaze going to Vox, who’s still sleeping peacefully.

“If you like, I can give you my number. That way the next time Vox needs to rest but is refusing to, you have a way to contact me.”

*He let out a small sigh* Please? He's really stubborn, and Shock.wav's... *He shuddered a little, remembering the first and only time he made the mistake of matching Vox's stubborness.* Shock.wav's a very effective punishment. But he stays up all night all the time, and that can't be healthy, right?

“No, that’s definitely not healthy. Here, if you get your phone out I can put my number in. Or you can reach in my pocket and grab mine, if you’d like.” Maria’s looking at Vox again, frowning at the thought of him staying up and skipping sleep just to work. Shaking her head, she makes quick work of several more potatoes, setting them aside in a small pile. “I definitely don’t mind making sure he gets plenty of sleep, skipping that much is not good.”

*He nodded slightly.* I thought so... *He pulled out his phone and set it on the counter between them* Maybe he'll be a little less angry all the time with a better sleep schedule...

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #ethan #mama bear 🐻#actually im ngl #its been so long that i uh #forgot what triggered it #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

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Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

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*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

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*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

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*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

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*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

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Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

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*Tia pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully as her tail switches sides and starts lazily gliding up and down the ribs on his right side. Her other tail comes around to feather the fluffy end at his lower ribs on his left side.*

Hmmm…you did say sorry, but is it sincere…I’m not sure…

*She keeps up the soft tickles for a couple seconds longer, relishing in his loud squeals. Then, she pulls her tails away and straightens up with a smug smile.* Alright, I suppose I believe you. Someone who squeals that adorably has to be telling the truth~

*He huffed and giggled as soon as he was given the chance, slumping a little in the chair* Jehehesuhus...

tia-the-tickle-monster

If you really can’t let me finish my meal, I guess I can skip to dessert…who doesn’t love a nice, big bowl of raspberries. Especially if you can enjoy it in so many different spots!

*She gives his tummy a soft poke, then his sides two quick taps.* The real question is where do I start? Once you’ve calmed down, of course.

*As much as he tried to calm down, he just couldn't stop giggling in anticipation of what he knew was coming*

tia-the-tickle-monster

I could get your tummy, that’s always a good spot for raspberries…but so are sides, especially when someone’s wriggling. Or…I could get your neck to give you a bit of a break, hmmm…

*Tia acts as though Vox can’t hear her talking, but she’s eyeing him with a subtle smirk as she taps a claw against his tummy again. This time the tap triggers the band to give a slightly firmer buzz to his belly and sides.*

*He refuses to look at you, failing to suppress the bubbly giggles and his bright blue screen. The buzz gets a surprised squeal from him, only making the giggles worse*

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!vox #vox #ocs #exactly bro this is #so hard to keep up w #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

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Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

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*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

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Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

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*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

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*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

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*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

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My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

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*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

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Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

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Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

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Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

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Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

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No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

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Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

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First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

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Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

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Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

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I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

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No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

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Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

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*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

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So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

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Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

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Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

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*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

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*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

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Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

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*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

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Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

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Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

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No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

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Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

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*Tia pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully as her tail switches sides and starts lazily gliding up and down the ribs on his right side. Her other tail comes around to feather the fluffy end at his lower ribs on his left side.*

Hmmm…you did say sorry, but is it sincere…I’m not sure…

*She keeps up the soft tickles for a couple seconds longer, relishing in his loud squeals. Then, she pulls her tails away and straightens up with a smug smile.* Alright, I suppose I believe you. Someone who squeals that adorably has to be telling the truth~

*He huffed and giggled as soon as he was given the chance, slumping a little in the chair* Jehehesuhus...

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If you really can’t let me finish my meal, I guess I can skip to dessert…who doesn’t love a nice, big bowl of raspberries. Especially if you can enjoy it in so many different spots!

*She gives his tummy a soft poke, then his sides two quick taps.* The real question is where do I start? Once you’ve calmed down, of course.

*As much as he tried to calm down, he just couldn't stop giggling in anticipation of what he knew was coming*

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*He tried not to seem too flustered as you tease him about his inability to say the word, but all of that quickly becomes useless as your paw easily almost envelopes his ribs. Has he always been this small? He looked back up at you, trying to defend himself.* Ihi- I do not- *He cut himself off, forcing down a squeal as his shoulders shook with barely-contained laughter, huffs escaping him every now and again as he struggled to stay quiet, being defiant*

My smirk widens as I slowly work open the top button, eyes lighting up as he tries to be quiet. “Oh, that’s not going to work, sweetie. You can’t hold it in forever, but don’t worry!” I lean closer, until my muzzle is hovering by his head, and my next words come out in a cooing whisper. “We’ve got alllllll day to make you giggle…and shriek…and squeal…and beg.”

I punctuate each word with another squeeze to his ribs, already working on the next button with my claws. Unable to resist, I lean my face closer until I’m able to nuzzle my nose into his neck. “By the time I’m done here, you’ll be a puddle of giggly mush, and that’s a promise.”

*He snorted at the nuzzle, biting his lower lip despite the smallest of giggles escaping him. His antennae sparked at the idea, his eyes widening at the possibility of being reduced to such a flustering state*

I happen to catch his eyes widening and chuckle, my breath fanning out over his skin. “Oh yes, if you aren’t giggly goo by the time I finish here, then I haven’t done my job properly!” I teasingly graze my fangs across the right side of his neck, growling playfully.

“But that shouldn’t be too hard, someone as adorable as you are is always very, very ticklish.” I’m working on the third button, and I’ve started kneading at his ribs as if I’m a cat. “Which means more fun for me, and for you! Because…you like being tickled, don’t you?”

My eyes glitter knowingly up at him, giving his neck a gentle nibble. “If you really hated this, you’d be fighting me. Or zapping away, I’ve seen you do that before, during an interview if I recall. But…you aren’t. You’re in my arms, just laying there and letting me tease you.” I’m at the next button, easily working it open and moving to the last one. “So you want me to get you. You want the Tickle Monster to tickle you and tickle you and tickle you, until all you can think about is how much you love it. Isn’t that right, Vox?”

*He snorts again, his screen glowing brighter as you continue to tease him. He opens his mouth to protest, only to fall to his own laughter, squirming as if it made any difference to convince you otherwise.* Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!

“And there it is, there’s that laughter!” I sigh happily, ears twitching as I soak in the sound. “Isn’t that much better? Little Lee’s like you shouldn’t try to hold it in, it only makes me want to tickle you even more!”

Suddenly, my eyes light up, and my smirk takes on a wicked edge. “Ohhhhh Vooooox…I think you should be honest with yourself…and admit how much you love being tickled.” I pop open the last button of his vest, and waste no time in getting it off of him. I manage to do so without giving him a chance to wriggle out of my arms. “If you admit it, I promise to go easy on you. If you can’t…well, I think you know what will happen next.”

When I see that his shirt also has buttons, I blink and a giggle slips out. “More buttons? You’re really making me work to be able to really tickle you. I suppose that makes it more fun.” I’m back to kneading and squeezing at his ribs, but I also gently scritch at them through the thinner fabric of his shirt. With my other paw, I take my time working open the buttons on his shirt.

Fuhuck- Fuck thahat! *He insisted as he wiggled. He clearly wasn't admitting it without a fight*

I’ve gotten half of his shirt unbuttoned when he refuses, which causes me to pause and slowly blink at him. “…the hard way it is. It’s a shame, but it’s much more fun for me to tickle you into saying it.” I sneak my index claw up until it’s resting under his arm, gently scribbling at the spot. “Unfortunately for you, that means you’re getting extra special treatment.”

There’s only one button left now, and I stop tickling him. I’m poised to undo it, but I wait until he’s looking at me. “Last chance, little one, if you don’t say it, don’t expect any mercy from me.” I’ve already moved the that was tickling him into his open shirt, resting it over his bare ribs so he can feel my soft paw pads and softer fur. “Is there anything you’d like to say to me?”

*He wiggled and giggled as you scribbled. He shook his head, even as he felt your paw pads against him* Ahall I'm gonna say, ihis I'M nohot the lee hehehere!

“No? I’d have to disagree, Pumpkin. Even though I’ll happily admit to having Lee moods myself, at the moment?” I undo the last button, pushing open his shirt but not fully removing it. I take a moment to let him really feel how vulnerable he now is. “You’re the Lee here, Honey, and I’m the Tickle Monster who’s going to take her sweet, sweet time wrecking you.”

I pretend to examine him, hemming and hawing over where to start. “Hmmm, should I tickle here?” I shift both paws to hover near his armpits, claws twitching, then shake my head. “Mmm, not yet. Here?” I move them to hover over his belly, just inches away from making contact. “…no, not the tummy, not yet anyway. Oh, I know!”

I lean closer so I can coo softly at him, paws hovering over his lower ribs. “For a sassy little Lee like you, let’s start with one of my favorite games. So tell me, Vox…how many ribs do you have?” My eyes sparkle with a playful wickedness, claws resting delicately against his lowest ribs on both sides.

*Every teased spot elicited more squirming, nervous giggles, before a wide, wobbly, nervous grin took over his face* 18! Ihi- I have sihix less for- ... Ihi, I don't actually know why, my gills maybe? T-truhust me! Ehe-Ethan always sh-shohows me my b-bluhueprints! *He left out how Val would always 'double check' once Vox was completely online.*

“Hmmm…you sound very sure.” I lightly tap my claws against the ribs underneath them, pretending to think. “And you say you’ve seen blueprints too, sounds rather official.”

I wait until he starts to look relieved, then smile sweetly at him. “…but just to be sure, I think I’ll count them myself. Can’t be too careful, what if you missed one?” And with that, I start gently scratching and scribbling at the rib under my left paw. “Let’s see, one…ohhh, this rib is wider than I thought it would be!” I take my time going over the full length of it, tickling from the front until I start reaching where it curves behind him.

*He let out a small relieved sigh as you seemed to take his word seriously, but tensed up as you decided to count them anyway, despite his shaking head and possibly egged on by how his wobbly smile grew. He squealed, his laugh pitchy and squealy, almost panicky. He didn't want to admit it, but your closer proximity to his gills definitely made it tickle more!*

Once my claws manage to get behind him, I slowly spider them up to the next rib on that side. I repeat the scribbling and scratching, just going from his back to his front now. “Two…awww, listen to that squeal! And you say you aren’t adorable? That little noise proves otherwise!” I slowly work my way to his front, taking my time giving this rib attention. “Two down, sixteen more to go!”

In the middle of giving the third rib a few gentle pinches, he wiggles enough to dislodge my claws. I loudly gasp, then start rapidly poking at his ribs with both sets of claws. “You made me lose count! Now I have to start alllllll over! If you can’t hold still…I’ll have to get both sides at once, is that what you want?” I poke my way down to both of his lowest ribs, claws poised to strike.

*He shook his head despite still squirming, kicking his legs the best he could as he laughed*

I outright laugh when he starts kicking, shaking my head and sighing. “Looks like I’ll have to, you can’t stay still! Now let’s see here…here’s one and two…”

I start gently pinching and scribble at both of his lowest ribs, humming a little tune as I slowly travel the length of the bone. “Tickle tickle, little one! Awww, these ones seem like the best to tickle, you squeal so much when I do! Maybe I should come back and tickle these ones more after I finish counting. How does that sound?”

*He squealed loudly, proving your point, his voice holding a hint of nervousness as he laughed. He was almost lucky you were planning on moving up, not down*

Once I work my claws around to his back, I give his lowest ribs one last scribble then spider up to the next two. “Here’s three and four! Hold still, if you make me lose count I’ll have to start over!” I slowly work my claws from his back to around the sides of the ribs I’m targeting. I force a stern frown on my face when he keeps squirming, but I’m barely holding back laughter myself. “Vox, do I need to get mean? If you don’t hold still…I’ll have to eat you up. And do you want that? Do you want me to munch on these ticklish ribs?”

I give them a few rapid pinches before jumping to the next set. “Five and six! Because if I snack in your ribs, u might be tempted to get your cute wittle tummy. Is that what you want?” My voice comes out in a high pitched coo. “You want me to eat your little ribs and tummy until you can’t even speak? Because I can! And who knows, maybe I’ll even enjoy some yummy fruit while I’m doing so!” I emphasis the word fruit with a playfully evil grin, waiting to see when it clicks.

*The very idea elicits a flustered squeal as he shook his head, but still he squirmed, unable to stop himself. It tickled to much to stay still and there was only a few ways to dispel the energy building up with every scribble of your claws* Ihi cahahan't!

“You can’t?” I slowly stop tickling, peering down at him with an amused smile. I’m just resting my claws on his ribs, lightly tapping at them. “Well then, if you really can’t…”

As I trail off, I slip my paws up and under his arms. Getting a good grip, I lift him up until his torso is level with my face. “I guess it’s snack time! I hope you don’t mind, but I did miss lunch today so I’m rather hungry.” The word hungry comes out in a low growl, then I press my nose against a rib and sniff at him. “Oooh you even smell tasty! I think I’ll start with these, then have some fruit, just like I promised!~”

I bare my teeth, then gently nibble at the rib in front of me. Lightly grazing it with my fangs then delicately nipping.

*His laughter died to anticipatory giggles as he was held up, squeaking as your nose pressed into him before falling back into squealing laughter as the nibbles began, his body doing its best to curl up against your head*

“Om nom nom! Mmmm, such a yummy little snack I’ve got here!” I flatten my ears slightly when I feel him curl over my head, but other than that I allow it. I switch ribs at random, sometimes going for the upper ones, sometimes the lower ones, and switching sides with no warning. “Awww, such a ticklish little cutie I’ve got here! What’s wrong, does this tickle? Oooh, you like when I get these ones right here? Good to know!” I make sure to go to his lowest ribs many times, chuckling at how he squirms even more.

“So, would you like to admit that you love being tickled now? Or does this little cub need more convincing?” I switch to nuzzling him with my nose, occasionally using it to prod along his ribcage. I take the time to soak in his laughter, smiling against his ribs and hoping he can feel it. “I’m still hungry, so I’d answer quickly, Vox. Don’t keep the Tickle Monster waiting.~”

*Despite the way the nibbles closer to his lowest ribs turned his laughter panicky and pitchy, how his antennae sparked at the nomming noises, or how even the nuzzles made him squeal, he shook his head in defiance.* Ihi'll nehehever gihive ihihihin!!

“Never?” I tilt my head up slightly, just enough so he can see my orange eyes go a shade darker, and my tone has a hint of a growl to it. “You shouldn’t say never, little one, not when you’re as ticklish as you are.”

It takes just a slight shift to have my thumbs press into his underarms, lightly brushing the soft pads back and forth over his skin. “Never implies that you can last for a long time. And we have…hmm, how long until someone comes to look for you? An hour? Two? Could you really handle being tickled for that long?” I keep up the growl, but my eyes sparkle with mischief, showing I’m mostly teasing him.

“And what if I tickle your tummy? Your neck? Do more than just use my paw pads under your arms? Go for your sides, get your ribs some more?” I nuzzle my way down to his stomach, trailing my nose around and giving extra nuzzles to any spots that make him squeak or squeal. “Or maybe I’ll go for those…gills, of yours? And not just using my claws or teeth, but giving you raspberries. To all of your little spots, over and over and over, until you can’t do anything but laugh and laugh.”

I pull back and just smile sweetly at him, stopping all tickling so my words really sink in. “Are you sure you can handle it, Cub? Because once I really start, it’s not going to stop until you say it. Once you say you love being tickled, this all stops, and the Tickle Monster will stop picking on you. But it’s up to you, so Vox…”

I lift my head until our faces are level, eyes and smile oozing predatory, yet not dangerous, intent. “What’s it going to be?”

*His laughter quiets at the change which only allows him to hear you more clearly, his screen glowing bright as his antenna sparked, a nervous squeak escaping him as you mention his gills. Still when his time came to speak, he stayed defiant. But now, he was no longer sure if it was out of pure pride... or if he just didn't want the fun to end yet. Still he tried to look confident as he held his screen high.* Ihi said never.

I meet his gaze calmly, eyes now a burnt orange, but my smile changes. It goes from wide and showing teeth to softer, sweeter…yet just as dangerous. “If that’s what you want, who am I to argue. Just know, you can make it stop anytime, all you have to do is admit it.”

The second I finish speaking, I’m moving. I lift him up more, so I can get my legs stretched out and then underneath me. I lay him gently on the floor, then crouch over his legs so my face is level with his stomach. I give that same sweet smile, ears twitching as I move my paws to hover on either side of him. “Now then, where was I…oh yes, showing this ticklish little cub why you shouldn’t provoke a Tickle Monster.”

And with that, I launch a full out tickle attack. My paws shove under his arms, claws scribbling and paw pads rubbing into the hollows. Then they dart up to tease at his neck, lightly fluttering claws and brushing pads along the skin there. Then they’re at his ribs, pinching and kneading the ticklish bones like bread. Then to his sides, rapidly squeezing and scratching from just below his gills to his hips and back up again. Then the gills themselves, just softly using the pads to caress the length of each one, brushing back and forth light as a feather. Then they jump back to his armpits, and the cycle starts all over again, sometimes switching the order so he can’t get used to it.

Meanwhile, I’m chomping and nuzzling at his belly, making loud silly sounds as I do so. Then I’m inhaling as much air as possibly to plant raspberries all over the area, especially around or over his navel.

And throughout all of it, when I’m able to speak I’m cooing and babbling teasing baby talk at him.

“Tickle tickle tickle!”

“Coochie coo! Awww, does this tickle?”

“Who’s a ticklish little cub? Who is it? Yes, it’s you! You are!”

“What’s wrong, I’m right here, no need to shout!”

“Oh, what? You don’t like the word tickle? Well I love it! Tickle tickle tiiiiickle! Tickle tickle! You know you love it too! Look at that smile!”

“Look at all these ticklish spots you have! This adorable little tummy sure loves getting raspberries! Awww, what’s that? You want more? Of course! PFFFFFT!!”

“Why are you turning onto your side? Oh, you want a raspberry here? Pffffffttt!!!!”

“Nuh uh, little one, you can’t roll away from me! C’mere, those ribs need some nuzzles!”

“Oh my goodness, you’re so ticklish! Listen to that laughter, it really is adorably precious! I could listen to it for hours!”

*Every little action adds up to one squealing, cackling mess of a man. Every raspberry that intersected with the gill tickles caused his laugh to glitch violently, babbling out nonsense protests for a solid five minutes before grabbing at your paws, slapping at one of them, shaking his head, the sides of his screen tapping against the floor.*

When he grabs my paws, they stop in the middle of kneading at his ribs. When I feel him smacking one of them, I peek up at him, resting my chin on his belly. “Yessss?” I drag out the word, practically singing it at him with a cheeky smile. Yet I’m also looking him over closely, making sure he’s not in genuine distress. “Can I help you, little one? Do you have something you’d like to tell me? Or do you just need a quick breather?”

I make no sudden moves, so he doesn’t think I’m about to start tickling again. I turn my paws so I can gently hold his hands, brushing the pads on my thumbs over the backs of his hands. “Was that too much for you, Cub? I’m fine with letting you have a break, but unless you plan to say what I want to hear…well, now I know exactly what to do to make you really lose it.” My tone lightens amd my eyes have swirls of pink in them as I let my gaze go to his gills. “Can this wittle cutie not handle tickles to his wittle gills or raspberries to his wittle tummy?”

*He panted heavily, still giggle as he tried to form a thought in his half-fogged mind.* Ihihi... I dohon't... I dohohon't remehember... wh-whahat I hahahad to sahahay...

“Oh, that’s alright, Sweetie, let me remind you!” I can’t resist nuzzling his stomach a little, chuckling. “You need to say ‘I love being tickled’, and all this stops. Just four little words!”

I gently squeeze his hands so he focuses on me, my expression soft and impossibly fond. “It’ll stay between you and me, Vox. You don’t even have to say it very loud, I just need to be able to hear it.”

*His screen lit up bright blue, his hands clinging tight to your paws as he refused to meet your eyes. He wanted to bad to defy, but his brain was still half foggy from the tickles, and he knew he wouldn't be able to handle any more.* Ihi... I... love beheing tickled... *He mumbled the words, just barely enough for you to hear.*

The second he says it, a little squeal slips out of me. Both from how he’s unable to look at me and how flustered he is, and from how he practically whispers the words. My tail starts to wag, making a rustling sound as it wiggles. “Now that’s what I like to hear!”

I gently disentangle my paws from his hands as I get up from my crouch, scooping him up with an arm under his knees and the other under his shoulders. I hold him against my chest as I sit back, one arm still supporting him while my free paw goes to rub away any leftover tingles. I make sure to avoid getting near his gills, not wanting to tickle him anymore. “There now, you can relax, honey, I’m all done.”

My eyes are fully pink, and I lean down to nuzzle the left side of his screen with my nose in an obviously affectionate way. “I hope I wasn’t too mean to you, Cub. But the Tickle Monster really doesn’t like when ticklish little cutie’s try to act tough around her.”

Mhmhmmm... *He mumbles out as he relaxes, leftover giggles replaced with drowsiness as he melts into your warmth.*

“Aww, did I tucker you out, Cub?” I speak in a quieter voice, letting him snuggle into me with a soft purr. The paw that was rubbing at his ribs I move down to rest over his stomach, my palm covering it while my fingers and claws curl protectively over his side. “You can rest for a bit, Vox, I don’t mind.”

As I say his name, a thought occurs to me. A little chuckle slips out and I shake my head. “I just realized, I never properly introduced myself.” I wait until his sleepy eyes meet mine and offer him a wide smile, showing off my fangs and dimples appearing on my cheeks. “I’m Maria, Vox, it’s been very nice to meet you.”

*He let out a soft hum of acknowledgment.* Nice to meet you too... *He mumbled out as he began to fall asleep, tucking himself up against you for warmth.*

I begin to rock us both back and forth, humming a gentle tune to help lull him to sleep. The humming mixes with a low purr, causing my chest to rumble beneath him.

“Sleep well, Cub, I’ve got you…”

Once he’s fully asleep, I glance around his office and a frown forms on my muzzle. There’s no where that looks comfortable enough to lay him down. And looking at the time displayed on one of his monitors, the frown gets bigger. “…this won’t do at all.”

*He hummed softly as he fell asleep, snuggled and pressed against your chest as if it was the safest place to be.*

An irritated huff slips out, and I shake my head. “Alright, looks like I’m finding him a place to rest.” I carefully get up, making sure to move slowly so I don’t wake him. Once I’m on my feet, I walk toward the door, pausing only long enough to sniff the air and listen for signs of anyone nearby.

Only when I’m sure it’s safe, do I open the door and slip out of his office. I move with purpose, occasionally stopping when he shows signs of stirring. Anytime I can hear or smell someone coming, I duck out of the way and out of sight until they pass by.

Eventually, I spot a lift that has his scent heavily lingering and I grin. ‘Hopefully this one can get me to where he stays.’ I smile when it opens once I’m close enough, slipping inside…only to frown when nothing happens. “Mm…hold on…”

I try to tap the control panel, eyes narrowing when nothing happens. A little growl slips out, but I stop the sound dead when he shifts in my arms. “Shhh…no need to worry, Cub, everything’s fine.”

*He lets out a soft whine, hands clinging to one of your paws he presses closer to you. Meanwhile, just outside the elevator, a face familiar to Vox begins rushing towards the elevator, but stops when he sees you holding his boss in your arms. That face's name is Ethan.*

Uhm... may-may I help... you...? Ma'am...?

My head whips towards him, eyes instantly going black as my lip curls slightly, I hug Vox closer and turn my body so I’m shielding him. “Come any closer and I’ll…”, I trail off as I take in his scent, it’s one that lingered heavily in Vox’s office. I don’t fully relax, but the black of my eyes and the red pupils waver. “…who are you? And unless you can get this elevator working then no, I don’t think you can help me.”

I turn my attention to the control panel, leaning down slightly and quietly snarling at it, showing off every last tooth in the threatening display. “I don’t care if you aren’t sentient, if you don’t take me to a place where my…Vox, can rest, I will find a way to rip you to pieces you absolute…”

*He tries to hide behind his clipboard when you threaten him, peering out as he hears your threats turn to the control panel.* M-ma'am, please don't threaten the AI! We've been having issues with it becoming sentient... I-I'm Ethan, Vox's personal assistant. I can help you, actually... *He stepped towards the elevator, before pausing, his wide tail twitching and sparking nervously.* Uh- m-may I, Ma'am?

I eye him warily, but it’s obvious he isn’t a threat so I relax a little. “I’m sorry, Ethan. I’m Maria, and I’m not usually like this.” My smile is sheepish as my eyes go back to their usual dark brown, and I’m careful to keep my fangs hidden. “I’m just…a little on edge, I suppose.” When I glance down at Vox and my expression goes soft, it’s obvious why.

“Ahem, yes I’d appreciate the help. I’m trying to get Vox somewhere he can rest comfortably, but the elevator won’t do anything and I’m not sure where exactly to go.” I’m speaking quietly so as not to wake up Vox, eyes constantly darting down to his face to check that he’s alright.

*He nodded, tucking his tail close as he steps in, entering a few password onto the screen before making a few selections. The doors shut and Ethan finally selects the top section of a small cylinder, and the elevator begins movie.* I-I get it, it's tough to navigate around here without the right passwords. *He looks over at Vox, how comfortable the overlord is, and smiles a bit.* He seems comfortable with you, at least, that's good. He can't really let anyone get too close now so, it's... good he can let someone.

Once the lift starts moving, I turn my attention back to Vox. I make no attempt to hide the soft purrs emitting from me, and I very gently nuzzle the edge of his screen so as not to wake him. “I’d hope he feels comfortable with me, I’d hate for my Cub to feel unsafe around me.”

I glance toward him and offer him a smile. “Thank you again for helping me get my Cub somewhere safe.” A thought occurs to me and I pause, head tilting as I look at him. “Do you happen to have a favorite dessert, Ethan? I’d like to properly apologize for threatening you, since we’ll most likely be seeing each other quite often.”

*His eyes widened a little as you called Vox your cub, but he finds it... fitting. The way you hold him, it seemed protective and soft. It made sense to him. As you mention desserts he perks up initially, before looking away* O-oh, you don't have to do that, Maria, I-I just want to help... though I do really like sugar cookies. *That last part was quiet, as if he tried to keep it to himself.*

“Sugar cookies it is! I’ll bring them by the next time I visit…so possibly tomorrow. Unless Vox has what I need to make them here…”

My attention immediately goes to Vox when he shifts, purring kicking up in volume to mix with gentle humming. I sway in place, soothing him right back to sleep with a fond smile on my face. Once he’s settled, I turn my attention back to Ethan.

“Speaking of food, does Vox happen to have any favorites? I’m not sure if he’s eaten lunch yet, and I want to be sure he does when he wakes up.”

*His eyes brighten at your promise before turning to Vox. He shifted and groaned softly, before falling back into a peaceful slumber as you soothed him again, a soft smile taking home on his screen.* Well, he likes meat in general, especially stuff he can cook really tender so he can tear it apart easier. Like roasts or a good steak? But he mostly just likes savory stuff. *He perked up as the elevator dinged and opened to a large living space, with a designated area to watch TV and another to cook in. There was a less defined third area piled with pink, red, purple and blue pillows, all in different shapes, on a thick, shaggy rug. Three walls had three different doors on them; a dark pink wall with a raised door, that had stairs leading up to it, a hot pink wall with a very tall, white door on it with intricate pink patterns including hearts, and a dark blue wall with a simple black automatic door. One section of the blue wall was turned into an aquarium where Shock.wav swam peacefully. Ethan led the way in.* This is the Vee's lounge. O-only the Vees and us personal assistants are allowed up here, but since Vox is so comfortable with you, I don't think I'll get in trouble for letting you up here...

My nose twitches as I take in the new scents, one is obviously Vox, but the other two strongest scents are new to me. “It’s a lovely lounge.” My eyes land on the couch in front of the TV and I quickly but carefully make a beeline for it. I have to do some maneuvering, but I manage to get a paw free to test the furniture. It only takes a few gentle prods before I make a face and shake my head. “That won’t do at all…”

I glance toward the area piled with pillows and light up, eagerly approaching it. I do the same test, then nod in satisfaction and start moving pillows around. It takes a minute since I’m still holding Vox, but eventually I make a very obvious nest out of the pillows. “Perfect.” When I go to lay him down, I do so carefully, treating him like he’s made of glass. It takes some coaxing to get Vox to let go, but soon he’s snuggled safely in the nest. I press a soft kiss to the edge of his screen, then quietly back away and turn to Ethan. “Thank you for letting me in, if it causes issues I won’t tell him who let me up here. Now, I have to make my Cub some food for when he wakes up…and your cookies if I can get the ingredients together.”

I head for the cooking area, but I offer Ethan one last warm smile before I fully focus on getting together a meal for Vox. “If all goes well, you’ll be eating sugar cookies before I leave today.”

*As you lower Vox into the nest, it takes a few tries to get him to stop clinging, but as you gently kiss the side of his screen, he hums softly, snuggling into the pile of pillows. Ethan watches as you move into the kitchen area, nodding a bit.* I-if you want, I can help you! Vox says I'm a good sous chef.

“Some help would be lovely, if you don’t have anything else you need to be getting done.” Once I reach the fridge I open it and let out a satisfied noise at seeing it fully stocked. “Mmm, now what to make him…you did say he likes meat….”

I have to crouch to properly look into the fridge, and I carefully root around as I think of what to make him. “Something quick so it’s done before he wakes up. Do you have any suggestions, Ethan?”

Well, steak maybe? I know a good seasoning mix, it's his favorite! And maybe some kind of side? *He looked around for any ideas*

“Oh that sounds perfect! So steak…and maybe mashed potatoes, I know a recipe for garlic and bacon mashed potatoes that I’ve never gotten a complaint about.” I pull out a packet with two decently sized steaks wrapped inside, setting it on the counter while I continue to rummage inside the fridge. “Good, he does have bacon…mmm, aha, garlic too!” My tail is wagging a little as I set the items on the counter next to the steaks. “Would you be a dear and get me a cutting board and a few pans ready?”

Of course! *He gets into the cupboard where the pans and stuff were stored, pulling a few pans out, followed by a wooden cutting board.* Anything else?

I lift my head and start sniffing. My eyes narrow and my head tilts so I’m looking at a pantry off to the side. “There should be some potatoes in there…off to the left in a…plastic bag, on the floor. We’re going to need those, and a pot to boil them in.” I look back into the fridge, taking one last look before nodding. “Alright, I’ve got what I need for now.”

I stand up straight and shut the door, then head to the sink so I can start scrubbing my paws clean. “Oh, and you mentioned a seasoning mix he likes?”

Yeah, it should be in one of those cabinets. It's in a bottle labeled 'Special mix.' *He pulls a pot out of the cabinet, before heading to the pantry and getting out the bag of potatoes.* Y'know, you've got a pretty sharp nose there! ... Is that the right word?

“Could you tell me one of the ingredients in the mix?” I’m eyeing the cabinets as I finish washing up, grabbing a paper towel and very carefully drying my claws.

When I catch the quieter words from him, I giggle and glance over my shoulder at him. “Grizzly bears can smell things up to twenty miles away, so I do indeed have a ‘sharp nose’.” The smile drops slightly as I sigh, looking slightly tired as I finish drying my paws. “You can imagine how…interesting, that makes living down here.”

*He nodded as he listened, examining the bottle.* Makes sense... Uhh... and I think this at least has some garlic power and... uh... I-I don't really know very well. H-he usually mixes it himself, so I don't actually know what he puts in here...

“Garlic powder…”, Maria murmurs, before leaning closer to the bottle filled shelves. She inhales deeply, eyes closing as she takes in the wild array of new scents. It takes several sniffs before her eyes open, carefully reaching out to pluck the correct bottle up. “Here we are!”

She sets the bottle by the steaks, then grabs the salt and pepper shakers as well. “I’ll need these as well. Could you fill the pot with water and get that boiling? I need to peel the potatoes first, I want to start on those before the steaks.”

*He nodded before beginning to fill the pot, humming idly to himself* You know, when we're cooking is one of the few times Mr. Vox is mostly patient with me! Funny enough he doesn't really like sharing the kitchen with anyone else, he says they'll just 'set it on fire'. *He shut off the sink as soon as the pot was full enough, before moving it to the stove and turning on the burner. As he did so, he realized something...* How did you get him to sleep, by the way? Usually if anyone tries to get him to sleep during the day or before his work is done, he threatens to feed us to Shock.wav!

“Ah, well I suppose I can understand. Having too many cooks in the kitchen…things can get chaotic.” Maria makes her way toward the cutting board, reaching into the bag to grab out a potato. She makes a tiny incision with her claw, around one end of the vegetable, then slowly hooks the tip of her claw into it. “I don’t mind having help in the kitchen, outside of a few rare occasions.

As she’s carefully peeling the skin from the potato, she pauses at Ethan’s question. She takes a moment to think of how to answer, then casually replies, “Well…I do have some experience with getting people to rest when they insist they don’t need it. I used a method that always worked on..on my son, when I was alive.” She stutters a bit when she mentions her son, but keeps an easy smile on her face as she finishes peeling. Maria’s already reaching for the next vegetable, gaze going to Vox, who’s still sleeping peacefully.

“If you like, I can give you my number. That way the next time Vox needs to rest but is refusing to, you have a way to contact me.”

*He let out a small sigh* Please? He's really stubborn, and Shock.wav's... *He shuddered a little, remembering the first and only time he made the mistake of matching Vox's stubborness.* Shock.wav's a very effective punishment. But he stays up all night all the time, and that can't be healthy, right?

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #ethan #mama bear 🐻#frrr i can't wait to really get into it #esp considering all the plans we made!!#gods we have so much to do before we can even get CLOSE to what we've talked about!!#we basically turned our dms into a pseudo rp #but yea he's VERY stubborn abt his work #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

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Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

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*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully as her tail switches sides and starts lazily gliding up and down the ribs on his right side. Her other tail comes around to feather the fluffy end at his lower ribs on his left side.*

Hmmm…you did say sorry, but is it sincere…I’m not sure…

*She keeps up the soft tickles for a couple seconds longer, relishing in his loud squeals. Then, she pulls her tails away and straightens up with a smug smile.* Alright, I suppose I believe you. Someone who squeals that adorably has to be telling the truth~

*He huffed and giggled as soon as he was given the chance, slumping a little in the chair* Jehehesuhus...

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Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm? What was that?~

*Pausing for a moment, Tia hovers her mouth over his ribs, letting her fur brush against his tingling skin. She peeks up at him with a raised brow, her gaze knowing and playfully curious.*

Did you say something, Cutie? It’s hard to understand you when you’re cackling like that…wanna try that again?~

*She sneaks one of her tails up to flick at his lower ribs. Once, twice, then pauses, then starts again.*

*He kept trying to apologize, but his own squeals kept interrupting him* Ihihi- I'm so-AHA! I'm sohorr-EHEHE!! IsaidI'msorryokahay?!

#hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel tickles #lee!vox #vox #ft ocs #lmao yea he knew what he started #trust us with your threads

Awww what a sweet little sound!~ *her face softens, smile becoming more open and friendly as it shrinks to a more natural size* Since you’re going to be a good little Lee for me…why don’t we get you prepared, hmm?

*With a flick of her claws, the wisps shoot out to gently wrap around his wrists, tugging them up over his head. They hold his arms loose enough as to not cause pain if he struggles, but firmly enough that he can’t lower his arms.*

Much better! We can’t have you hiding your tickle spots from me, now can we? *Tia calmly walks around his desk, taking ahold of his chair to push it back so she has room to stand in front of him. Her eyes drift toward his jacket and shirt and she snorts out a giggle.* This’ll have to go too, you don’t mind if I get these unbuttoned, do ya, Cutie? I won’t remove them completely, just need access to your skin…so you get the full affects.

~Tickle Monster anon :)

((Please do let me know! This is supposed to be fun, I definitely don’t wanna make you uncomfy! Oh, and sometimes she may come across as flirty, but it’s totally platonic Tia is 100% aroace. She’s all about platonic affection! Also if you run the Alastor account I was peeking at earlier he’s going to get a visit from her too. After she plays with Vox :3 ))

I-I... uhm... *The little voice inside that urged him to be difficult seemed so quiet today* Y-yeah, sureIguess...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good! *her paws get to work, nimbly undoing the buttons of his jacket. Tia gives him another once over, eyes still glowing with a silver hue.* Ahhh, okay, so you don’t like tickles anywhere below the hips, right?

*she has his jacket undone in seconds, claws already getting to work on the buttons for his shirt.* I gotta say, Cutie, I’m loving how shy you’re being, it’s very cute! Really living up the to nickname, I’m glad I picked right!~

*His screen seems to glow a little brighter, but he nodded a bit at your question* I-I'm not... It's just... I-I'm... *He tried to explain, how he was never like this! Usually he would give people a hard time or at least cuss them out, but he couldn't find the words.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, it’s okay, it can be a little overwhelming to meet me for some people. And that’s okay, I promise I’m really nice as long as you’re nice to me! All I want is to make others smile and laugh, it’s kind of my thing. If at any point you aren’t enjoying yourself, just tell me to stop and I will. But I should notice well before you hit your limit.

*Tia gently pulls his shirt open, eyes instantly drawn to his gills.* Oooooh, what are these? *she delicately glides the tip of a claw along the edge of one* Vents or gills, Cutie?

*Even just the gentle touch is enough to elicit a loud squeal, they're as overly-ticklish as they've always been* GIHILLS! Gills, they're gihills!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*she pulls her claw away with a satisfied smile, looking at his gills for a moment longer* Ahhh, I see. That’s a good spot for you, hmm? Maybe even your worst spot?

*Tia lifts her paws, slowly wiggling her claws at him.* How to start…not the gills, maybe your ribs? I did say I wanna nibble at them…*she inches her claws closer, hovering them inches away from his upper ribs*

First we have to see how ticklish they are…are you ready, Cutie?~

*He was already giggling from anticipation, that squeal destroying any possibility to stay quiet even if he tried. He gave the slightest nod* I-Ihi guess?

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s the spirit! *to start, she rests the tips of her claws over his highest ribs. Then Tia begins to slowly drag them in toward his chest.* Let’s see, two ribs to test, we’ll have to see if they’re more ticklish up here or around your back. Both are good areas to examine!

*Once she reaches the center of his chest, she slowly works her way back. Lazily heading toward where his ribs curve toward his back.*

*He squeaks and giggles brightly, squirming just a bit. His screen was already glowing bright. It seemed, though, that his ribs were more ticklish nearer to the sides of his torso*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, so here’s more ticklish than the fronts, I see. *she lingers at that curve, softly scritching her claws there. She does it at a slow, steady pace, not too fast but not too slow.* So if I decide to stay right here? Just scritch and scritch, watch your head get fuzzy because all you can focus on is my claws riiiiight here? How does that sound, Cutie? When I find the best ribs to tickle, I’ll do that. We can see how long before you ask me to stop, it’ll be fun!~

*What was supposed to be a flustered whine managed it's way through his giggles as he squirmed* Oho gohohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*with a giggle, Tia finally moves on. Claws creeping behind him to tickle along the backs of his ribs.* How about here, is here ticklish? It’s cute when someone has a ticklish back, there’s nothing more fun than letting my tails trail up and down a Lee’s spine~

*He squeaked and bucked a bit, but his giggles didn't grow any louder. The backs of his ribs weren't terribly ticklish in comparison, but they were certainly at least a little ticklish*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, that’s a nice little squeak ya got there. *she lingers there for a bit, nodding along to the sound of his giggles.* But I think I’ll spend more time over here, it got you nice and squirmy~

*her claws slowly crawl back toward the sides of his ribs, stopping to gently scritch a few more times before spidering them down to his next two ribs.* Oh, why don’t we play a little game? I’ve counted two ribs so far, but…how many ribs do ya have, Cutie? I should check, we gotta be sure you aren’t missing any!

*He squirmed a little, his giggles growing nervous. It wasn't that he disliked the idea, but he knew his anatomical anomaly might result in a few questions... and several teases!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So let’s see here…we’ve got three and four. *she keeps up the soft scritches, watching his face with a big grin.* I gotta say, you’ve got a really cute way of blushing. Glowing a brighter blue is utterly adorable!~

*Tia’s tails curl in happy circles behind her, her ears perked and twitching toward him to catch every giggle.* You have some cute giggles too, you’re just an all around cutie, Cutie~

*He let out a little flustered whine in response, trying to hide his screen in his arm. Of course, it was far too big to actually fit, so he couldn't hide the bright smile and how much it was glowing*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you trying to hide? That’s even cuter!~ *she drags her claws down to the next two ribs, wasting no time in scribbling.* Five and six! Ohh, once I’m done counting, I’ll have to snack on these ribs of yours. I did promise I’d be nibbling at them, after all. I bet they’ll taste delicious~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the mere thought! Just thinking about it made his ribs feel like they were buzzing, and he couldn't help squirming a little more*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You shouldn’t squirm so much, Cutie, do I have to help you stay still? If you wiggle too much, I’ll lose count and have to start over! The longer my count takes, the more time I’ll add to me munching at these ribs of yours~

*Tia slowly rakes her claws the short distance down to the next set of ribs* Here’s numbers seven and eight, so far so good!

*His giggles began to grow a little louder* Ihi- I cahahan't!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awww, you can’t? Are your ribs too ticklish? Or is it my teasing that’s getting you so squirmy? *she scribbles her claws the slightest bit faster, very slowly inching down to the next set of ribs.* We’re at nine and ten, you’re doing so good so far! Other than the squirming…which you really need to stop. Unless you want some help staying still?~

*His giggles got louder, and he wiggled a bit more* Ihi just- I cahahahan't! Ihihi'm tohohoo- *He cut himself off, feeling unable to say the word*

tia-the-tickle-monster

That’s okay, I don’t mind helping you. Now, I’ll warn you, this may tickle, just a bit. *she stops tickling just long enough to summon several more wisps, these ones slither through the air toward Vox. They delicately loop around the back of his chair, gliding across his skin in a ghostly caress. They meld together into a solid band of pale blue. It settles flush against his skin, tugging him back against his chair and completely covering his sides and belly. It stops just below his gills and just above his hips in width. And the second its secure…the band begins to buzz against him. What feels like hundreds of tiny, fluffy feathers vibrating across his stomach and sides, all at the same time.*

There we go, nice and secure! Of course you can still move your legs, but you shouldn’t be able to wiggle nearly as much now~ *Tia beams at him, admiring her handiwork.* It’s not too tight, is it? That should be loose enough that you can still breathe alright.

*He squealed and laughed, his legs kicking out and his arms tugging in their spot. He couldn't wiggle anymore, that was for sure, but it tickled a lot more than he expected it to.* Fuhuhuhuck! Oho gohohod!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Awwww! Was that a squeal? *Tia’s tails start to wag, eyes lighting up with glee.* That was adorable, Cutie! The wisps are great tickle tools, personally, I love leaving them around someone and having them try to go about their day. Imagine it, my wisps covering you from hips to ribs, getting everything from that little tummy, those gills, maybe they’ll even wiggle under your arms. And you have to get through all your work for the day before I make them stop. Doesn’t that sound fun?~

*her claws go back to his ribs, softly scritching at the next set with the very tips of her claws.* We’re on eleven and twelve now, halfway there!

*His laughter grew louder, more giddy and almost panicked as she moved lower. The further down she moved, the more sandwiched his gills were between the tickles, and the anticipation was already taking over*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ooooh, am I getting close to a good spot? *she drums her fingers against both ribs for a second, then slide her claws down to the next set* Thirteen and fourteen! It’s a good thing I’m holding you still, you’re really trying to wiggle now!~

G-gehehetting tohoo clohohohose! *That was all the context he gave, though it was clear, at least to you, that it wasn't a negative thing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*her eyes wander down toward his gills, nestled perfectly between the band around his middle and her claws.* Ahhhh, I see what’s going on here. I’m getting too close to your gills, hmm?

*without stopping, she drags her claws down to the next set of ribs, moving her claws in zig zag motions* It’s a good thing I’m holding you still. Could you imagine if you were wiggling if I was right above your gills? Or if the band was too loose, it could slide up and buzz buzz buzz all over your gills. Oooh, that could be fun…I’ll have to try that later. There’s a few things I want to test on these gills of yours, Cutie~

*He let out a flustered whine, filled with his own laughter. He could imagine it far too well, actually!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…Vox, I’ve counted sixteen ribs so far, but you only have two more to tickle…do you have less ribs? *her claws stop tickling, just hovering over his lowest ribs without touching them. Tia tilts her head, smiling curiously at him.* Is there a reason you don’t have twenty four? I’m pretty sure I counted correctly…

*He tried to be coherent through the laughter still brought on by the wisps holding him in place* Ihit- it's my gihihihills! Thehehey hahave aha-actuahahal breheheathihing orgahans, s-soho I hahahave sihix lehehess rihihibs!

tia-the-tickle-monster

How interesting, so these right here are your last two ribs? *Tia rests her claws against the curve at his sides, very slowly curling and uncurling her claws.* But if I tickle your gills, it won’t affect your breathing too badly, will it? I want to tickle you, not put you in distress.

*He squeaks at how your claws curl against his ribs but he tried to focus enough to answer* Aha-ahahas lohong as youhuhur clahahaws stahahay ouhutsihihide, Ihi'll behehe fihihine, juhuhust... lohohoud.

tia-the-tickle-monster

Good to know, I’ll be sure to remember that. Now, Cutie, I got another question for ya…

*the buzzing from the band picks up a little, and she gives his lowest ribs a light pinch. Then she starts lightly scribbling, leaning closer so he gets a good look at her wide smile.*

Are you ready for me to kick things up a notch? Now that I’ve worked out which spots are best on your ribs…I’m getting hungry~

*Tia growls out the last word, playfully baring her teeth at him.*

*He squeals brightly, his laughter much louder, almost a bit pitchy and panicky due to how close she was to his gills. However in response to her 'hunger' he let out another flustered squeal, already knowing where this was going!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

And look, a nice big helping of ribs, is this all for me? Awww, how thoughtful! Gotta say Cutie, you know how to feed a Tickle Monster correctly, I looooove ribs! The more ticklish they are the better!

*Tia crouches down and gets her head into position near his highest ribs on his right side. She grazes her teeth along the curve and eyes him with a knowing silvery orb.*

Don’t hold back any of those laughs, Vox, or I may have to skip the main course and go right to dessert. And everyone knows my favorite dessert…a big ol’ bowl of raspberries!~

*He squealed brightly at the initial grazing* C-cohouldn't ihihif I trihihied!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like to hear how that rumor started? It’s a rather silly story! I came across an Incubus who acted unbelievably cocky and wouldn’t take no for an answer when I told him I wasn’t interested in what he had to offer.

*she talks between careful nips, using the perfect amount of pressure so the tips of her teeth poke at his skin with each one.*

So I got a read on him and…I’ll admit I cheated and saw what his worst spots were, and I went right for his ribs. My claws worked very well on them, but he kept trying to flirt with me even while I was wrecking him! So…I lost my temper a little and gave his ribs a bite, not hard! Just meant to be a warning, but boy did he scream.

*Tia nibbles a little faster, pausing the story to slowly move down to the next few ribs and begin her gentle biting.*

I nibbled at his ribs until he was shrieking how sorry he was, and I made him promise to take no for an answer before I stopped. Well, he spread the story around and word got out that ‘ahhhh the Tickle Monster likes to eat demons and feast on their laughter ahhhh’. While I do feed off laughter, I don’t actually eat who I’m tickling!

*He tries his best to listen, but the nibbling is making him squeal and laugh and kick quite a bit, so focusing proves difficult, and he can't seem to find a reply between his squeals*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmmm!

*In response to his increase in laughter, Tia stops nibbling and lets out a long, happy sigh, rolling her shoulders. There’s a content smile on her face as her eyes squint almost completely closed.*

Ahhh, there’s nothing better than getting a good laugh out of someone. *she hums, the sound utterly satisfied as she seems to ponder something.* …that’s an interesting flavor, I haven’t had someone who tastes like you before.

*He tries to keep his question coherent, even with the leftover tingles still affecting his ribs and the buzzing on his midsection. As much as it tickled, he was interested!* Wh-whahat's ihihit... 'tahaste' lihihike??

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmmm…mostly salted caramel, with undertones of chocolate and a hint of something metallic. It’s the perfect combination of salty and sweet, Cutie.

*Tia looks very fond as she talks, eyes and smile soft. But then her smile becomes playful and she leans back toward his ribs.*

Silly me, getting distracted from my meal, my apologies! I still have a few ribs left to nibble before I switch sides!~

*He tilted his head curiously at your answer, but is distracted as his laughter is already hiking up in volume as you lean closer*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Adorably cute AND a tasty treat? That makes you extra special in my book, Cutie! I’ll definitely have to come back and visit you often, I’m barely tickling you and you’re acting so precious!

*Tia wastes no time in gnawing at his ribs, throwing in a few little growls to add to the silliness. She’s slowly getting closer and closer to his lowest rib, the eye facing him bright with playful wickedness.*

*He squeals and laughs brightly, kicking his legs and lightly tugging at his arms. It's noticable how the growling gets to him; his laugh is just a bit sillier, itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Catching on quickly, Tia stops nibbling and presses her teeth against the ribs she was about to bite. She lets out a deep growl that vibrates her teeth against his ribs, almost exactly like how the band is still buzzing against his tummy and sides. She holds out for ten seconds, stops to gnaw for five seconds, then is back to growling.*

*That encourages more squeals and silly laughter. Granted, it didn't seem to be from the sensation of the growling, but rather the silliness of the growling itself!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

You’re so fun to tickle, Cutie, I’m happy to say you’re one of my favorite Lee’s! *she stops growling to speak, tails wagging and waving behind her. She moves down to his lowest ribs, brushing her cold nose over one.* I can’t wait to get your other side, I’m thinking once I’ve finished my meal, I’ll move my wisps up to pin you around the ribs so I can tickle your sides and tummy! I bet they’re very ticklish too, aren’t they? Or maybe I’ll tickle under your arms, I know someone who can’t stand my wisps there.

*He let out a small, nervous squeal at the very idea, his screen glowing a bit brighter with every tease and proposed idea. His antenna sparked bit at the mention of his belly being tickled*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia perks up, eyes alight with interest.*

Oooh, what was that reaction? Was it because I said I’d tickle your sides? Or was it under your arms? What about the tummy, was it there?

*She closely watches his face, reaching out to poke a claw at each spot she mentions. A soft poke to an underarm, one to his left side, and finally one to the center of his tummy.*

*Each poke elicits a squeak, but the one at his belly causes his antenna to spark again*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ahhhhh, so it WAS the tummy! I see, I see…then I know where I’ll be tickling next! Oooh, Vox, I have another question for ya…how do you feel about tools? Would you hate it if I brought some out? I know I mentioned doing so earlier, but I want to be sure you’ll be alright if I do.

*she gives his lower ribs a single, quick nibble, then stops to wait for his answer*

*He squeaks at the nibble then shrugs a bit* Ihi- I dohon't mihihind ihihit?

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia’s smile widens and she gives him another quick nibble.*

Perfect! Oooo, let me just get them out now!

*she takes a step back and to the side so he’s able to see his desk, even more wisps forming around her hands, though these ones are more silver than pale blue. With a clap of her hands, Vox’s desk becomes covered with neatly arranged objects. There’s an assortment of different kinds of feathers, three different types of hair brushes, two large and two small makeup brushes, two sets of different tooth brushes, two paint brushes, several different colored markers, a pen, and a few other seemingly random items.*

Tada! This is just a small portion of my tool kit, but I felt these would be a good starting point to work off of!~

*Tia’s grinning at him, eagerly awaiting his reaction as she watches him take it all in.*

*His antenna began sparking as his screen glowed even brighter. His eyes widened in shock and his smile, in anticipation. His giggles grew louder, almost nervous, seeing all the different tools*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh, and I’ll give you THIS as a gift.

*Tia reaches out and plucks what looks like a pale blue bracelet/choker from his desk. She holds it up, twirling it in her claws with a proud grin.*

This darling little thing is made up entirely of my own power. You put it on, it can be a bracelet, a choker, even an anklet! Anyway, you put it on and say ‘start’, and my wisps will come out and tickle you! Then when you want them to stop, you say ‘stop’, or the safety feature kicks in and stops if you aren’t able to speak. It’s a fun little toy I came up with after I spent a good week trying to cheer up multiple demon at once. It’s not the same as tickles from me, personally, but it is very effective!~

*she sets it off to the side on his desk, eyes roaming over her tools for a moment to be sure everything she wants is there.*

Hmm…yup, that’s everything I wanted to try first. Now, wasn’t I about to give those lower ribs of yours a good nibble?~

*He couldn't quite meet your eyes when you described what your gift did, but mentioning continuing the nibbles brought his attention right back, along with a nervous squeak!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Smiling sweetly, she slowly comes closer, eyes going from his ribs to his face. The band around his torso spreads upwards just slightly, getting the slightest bit closer to his lower gills.*

That’s right, Cutie, I didn’t forget I still have more ribs to feast on. But while I’m munching, I want you to think about how much fun we’ll have testing each tool on all your ticklish spots. That little tummy…your ribs…those sides…your underarms…that neck…and don’t think I don’t know about the little spots under your screen and your antennae. I’ll leave you nice and melty when I’m through with you~

*getting back into position, Tia rests her teeth against his lower ribs, purposely brushing the feathery of her collar along the edge of his highest gill.* Ready?~

*His giggles hike up in pitch as the band gets higher, his screen glows brighter and his antennas continue to spark with the teases. Even the gentle brush of the collar against his gill was enough to make him squeal loudly, but he spared the slightest nod.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*She dives right in, gnawing at his lowest ribs and growling against his skin. Tia’s eyes are bright with mischief as she gives her head a little shake, causing her collar to brush the edge of his gill repeatedly.*

Om nom nom! Mmmm, these ribs are even yummier than the others! Nom nom nom! I’ll have to remember this! Om nom!~

*He squealed and cackled at the mix of sensations, but what seemed to be getting to him the most wasn't the nibbles, but rather the gentle sensations at his gills* YOUHUR COHOHOLLAHAR! FUHUHUCK!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

My collar? What about it?

*Tia stops nibbling to look at him, purposely brushing her collar at his gill. The expression on her face is a perfect blend of curiosity and confusion at why he’s still laughing.*

Why yes, my collar is very soft and fluffy. It’s actually a mix of feathers and fur, I can pluck one and it tickles so much more than any ordinary feather. I’ve had Lee’s describe it as…evilly ticklish before.

*She’s still teasing his gill, giving her shoulders a small shake to rub her collar against more of the gill.*

IHIT'S- FUHUCK ITSSOFUCKINGBADPLEHEHEASE!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With an almost musical laugh, Tia stops and pulls her head back. The band stops buzzing as well, so he has a chance to breathe.*

I’m sorry, Cutie, I couldn’t resist. Are you okay? I can tell those gills are going to be very fun to tickle. But I’ll have to select the tools I plan to use very carefully. I don’t want to overwhelm you.

*She rubs a paw firmly against his lower ribs, slowly dispelling any leftover tickles.* I’d do those for that gill, but I’m worried it will just tickle you more.

*He panted as his leftover giggles slowly died down. He was already feeling a little loopy, but he was recovering* Ihi- I'm fihihine...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Are you sure? I can get you a drink, or a snack if you’d like! Just name one and I’ll have it here in a snap!

*She continues to rub soothing circles against his ribs, ears twitching slightly as she listens to his breathing.* You do seem to be calming down alright…that’s good…

Ihi'm fihihine, reheheally... *He slowly caught his breath* My gihills are just... really sensitive...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Hmm…

*Tia glances at his desk, where all her tools are patiently waiting to be used. She pulls her paw off his ribs to clap again, sending away two of the hairbrushes, one set of toothbrushes, and three of the random objects away.*

Those will be a bit too rough for the kind of tickles I want to give you. Today’s all about being soft, gentle, and teasing. I can bring those back another day.

*She walks around the back of the chair, then stops directly behind him, leaving her tails hovering on either side of him. They slowly, lazily curl towards him, stoping inches away from his ribs.*

As an apology, before I start on your other set of ribs, why don’t you relax and enjoy something…softer~

*With that, her tails touch down along the curves of his ribs. They slowly glide up, the tips flicking teasingly under both arms, then back down, stopping just above his gills.*

*He squeaked and giggled brightly, lightly stamping against the ground. He clearly was a little less ticklish to soft tickles, but he definitely appreciated the break from all the squealing.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Now THIS is something I love to see, doesn’t this feel nice? *Tia’s head pops up over the back of his chair, peering down at him with a soft smile.* Back to being cute, Vox? Look at those little feet go, trying to get the energy out?

*because her face is so close, she nuzzles her nose against the bulb at the end of his straight antenna. Just the lightest brush of her cold nose.*

*He let out a short squeak at the nuzzle, the antenna sparking lightly at your use of endearments for him. He hoped he hadn't accidentally shocked you!*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Oh! *Tia’s eyes widen as the sparks flick against her nose, muzzle scrunching up at the tingles it leaves behind.* That’s interesting…

*she gives his antenna another nuzzle, chuckling to herself as she does so*

Were you trying to tickle ME, Cutie? That was an adorable attempt if it was, it might have even worked if it wasn’t such a widdle shock~

*His giggles hiked up in pitch at the accusation* Ihi- I dihihidn't! I swehehear!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No no, I think you did. You tried to tickle me, the Tickle Monster…that was a bad move, Cutie…now I’ll have to pull out something extra special~

*She cranes her neck so they’re able to see each other, her smile is wide a playful while her tails give three quick wiggles at his lowest ribs.*

Do you know what I do to sweet little Lee’s that try to tickle me, hmm? And as adorably as you did?~

*her tails slowly glide up his ribs, the tips swirling under his arms a few times, before going up to glide along either side of his neck. Tia’s eyes glitter, her smile turning sweeter as she coos.*

I make them MELT, into mushy, giggly, gooey puddles~

*her tails slide up his neck until the tips are resting along the bottom edge of his screen. They slowly trace from where it connects to his neck, delicately along until it reaches the outer edge. She repeats the process, slowly, softly, so very gently, showing no interest in stopping.*

This is what happens to little cutie’s who try and tickle me, Vox. Tiiiiickle tiiiiickle tiiiiickle!~ Tiiiiicka tiiiicka tiiiickle!~ Coooooootchie cooooo!~ It’s time to meeeeelt, Cuuuutie!~

*His giggles are nervous as your tails rise, the sensations on his neck making him snort, but as they glad beneath his screen, he happily melted into the sensations. His antenna sparked softly, but all the fight in his body was gone and his giggles were soft and happy*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Isn’t this just precious? Look at you! Where’d all the energy go, Cutie? Am I tickling it all away?~

*She’s beaming as she keeps up the soft tracing, soaking up the happiness radiating off him in waves only she can see. Humming, Tia speaks in a softer tone, voice full of amusement.*

This gives me so many ideas for future visits, Cutie…I could tickle you here with my wisps, make it into a game of seeing how long I can tickle here before your brain melts. I’ll have to test what you like best, between my tail, claws, wisps, teeth…and all my softest tools. I’m sure you’ll have fun picking a favorite! In fact…why don’t we start now?

*with a wiggle of a claw, one fluffy feather, the smaller make up brush, and a paint brush all glow pale blue and float over toward them. They hover in the air in front of Vox, bobbing gently up and down.*

*He peers at the tools for just a moment before his eyes widen, and then squeeze shut with a small, flustered raise in volume of his giggles.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

First things first…do you like how my tails tickle? I’ll need an answer, Cutie, or…I could test my tails on your gills instead?

*She keeps her tails softly gliding under his screen, letting him take his time to give her an answer.*

I’m thinking I’ll start with the paint brush, the bristles are soft but a little prickly, so it shouldn’t be too rough or leave any scratches. But I need an answer, Vox…do my tails tickle?~

*He let out a nervous squeak at the idea of your tails at his gills and mustered up enough willpower to nod*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Very good! So they tickle, and you seem to like how soft they are…

*her tails slow to a stop and pull back a bit, and Tia plucks the brush out of the air and brings it closer.*

Now, tell me…does this tickle? If it does, do you like it more or less than my tails?

*she lightly trails it on the same path her tails took, back and forth under his screen. And like she said, the bristles are soft yet prickly as they glide under his screen.*

*He melts into it all the same, though his giggles are quieter. As flustered as he is, he decides to answer* Ihihit- it dohohoes, buhuhut youhur tahahails ahare behehetter...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Mmm, I see…good to know the paint brush does tickle though. Why don’t we try…the makeup brush next?

*she pulls the paintbrush away, quickly swapping for the small makeup brush. Tia twirls it between her fingers.*

Now, this should be pretty soft, not as soft as my tails but soft all the same. Is this better than my tails, Cutie?~

*she lightly glides the makeup brush under his screen, taking her time to get from one end to the other so he has time to take in the sensation.*

*Again, he utterly melts into it. His giggles are a bit louder now, but not by much* Aha- almohost buhut nohohot quihihite...

tia-the-tickle-monster

I’m starting to feel flattered, Cutie. It’s nice to hear my tails are so tickly~

*Tia gives him a few more tickles with the makeup brush, then sets it aside. She gingerly picks up the feather, holding it up for him to see. The one she chose looks unbelievably soft, gleaming a silvery-blue that matches her fluffy collar.*

This is one of my feathers, so it’s very, very soft. It should tickle more than a normal feather. So…how is this compared to my tails? Better?

*she lightly touches the feather at the outer edge of his screen, slowly trailing it along, getting closer and closer to his neck. It feels like being tickled by a dozen feathers at once.*

*His giggles begin to raise in volume and pitch, similar to how your tails had him reacting* Ihi- I cahahan't tehehell!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No?~

*Her smile becomes playfully evil, Tia brings one of her tails up to tease at the side the feather isn’t tickling. She moves them both back and forth, slowly, in perfect sync.*

Are you suuuuure? You can’t tell at all? Well, I guess I’ll have to keep tickling until you pick one…or become a puddle. Whichever comes first~

*He's practically putty at this point, the only thing keeping him up is his arms still held above his head.* R-reheheally, thehey're bohoth so sohohoft!

tia-the-tickle-monster

Ohhhh, that puddle prediction seems like it’ll be coming true very soon…look at you, so soft and melting, you can’t stay upright by yourself, can you?~

*she keeps up the soft tracing, smile slowly going wider as she takes in his reactions. Tia kneels down a little when he starts to sag in the chair, not losing contact with the underside of his screen the entire time.*

I’ll have to do this more often, get you nice and secure, trace my tails back and forth under your screen while you melt and giggle for me…won’t that be fun?~

*Despite how his antenna spark at the idea, if you listen close you can almost make out the 'mhm' in his giggles*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia catches that little sound, a soft squeal slipping out. She gives her free tail a wag, causing it to brush against the side of his neck.*

Oh, you’re so cuuuuute! How are you such a cutie, Cutie? It’s not fair! Now I’ll have to come back and do that!

*The little brush against his neck causes him to snort a bit, and he lets out a little flustered sound among his giggles, halfway between a squeal and a quiet whine*

tia-the-tickle-monster

So many ways to tickle you, luckily we have all the time we’ll need down here. I can tickle you every day if you’d let me, for as long as you can stand it, and eventually I learn every little thing I need to know to drive you crazy! Won’t that be fun, Vox?~

*reluctantly, she pulls her tail and the feather away, setting the feather back on the desk and letting her tails wiggle in the air behind her.*

A quick break, then I want to finish eating those ribs, Cutie.

*He pants softly, letting himself regain his composure. As nice as it was, he needed to catch his breath*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Would you like something to drink? A quick chance to stretch? Maybe a snack?

*Tia keeps her paws to herself, making sure he can clearly see them and her tails. Her claws are glowing as she gets ready to summon anything he may need.*

Cahan- can I gehet some wahater?

tia-the-tickle-monster

Of course! *with a snap, a tall glass of ice water appears in her paw, along with a straw.* Can I trust you not to try and get away if I let your arms free? Or would you like me to help you hold the glass?

I wohon't try to run, promise.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a nod, the wisps at his wrist loosen, allowing him to lower his arms. She holds out the glass for him, ready to help support his hands if he needs it.*

Good, I’d hate to have to get stern with you, Cutie. Especially with how well behaved you’ve been so far.

*He takes the glass and takes a long sip from the straw, looking a bit relieved. Afterwards he lets out a soft sigh* Heh, yea, don't worry, this is just to make sure my cooling systems don't shut off. Otherwise I start overheating, which leads to me bluescreening, and then I wake up with a headache, it's a whole thing.

tia-the-tickle-monster

*Tia frowns, tails giving a few quick flicks.* I’ll be sure to keep an eye on that then, I’d hate to cause you to bluescreen. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, after all. Leaving you with a headache wouldn’t be acceptable at all. *She holds out a paw when it looks like he’s done, offering to take the glass away.*

Are you feeling better? I do have more planned, but I’m not going to start unless you feel alright.

*He hands it back to you and stretches his arms a little, despite how his screen begins glowing again* I-I, uh, I think I'm good. And, uh, one of my uh... my tells that I'm hitting my limit is uh, my laugh will start to glitch... s-so, uh, if that happens, that's like, an indicator that I'll need to stop because my cooling systems failed...

tia-the-tickle-monster

Glitching laughter, noted. I’ll be sure to pay attention for that then, the last thing I want is to cause you to faint.

*Tia watches him stretch, lips curving back into a teasing smile.* Well…if you’re ready…I think you should lift those arms up for me, shouldn’t you?~ *She vanishes the empty glass in a puff of smoke, at the same time, the wisps at his wrists give a soft buzz against his skin.*

*His screen glowed even brighter and he jumped slightly at the buzz. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes tight and put his arms over his head. He couldn't even bring himself to look at that flustering smile of yours*

tia-the-tickle-monster

*With a wiggle of her claws, his wrists are being held in place by the wisps once more. And Tia slowly moves closer, reaching out to gently rake her claws down his ribs.*

Thank you, Cutie!~ Now…I believe I was going to finish eating this side, wasn’t I? *She taps her claws at his lowest left rib, giving the curve a quick scribble.* I’ll have to start at the top, of course, and sloooooowly work my way down!~

*Tia leans forward, getting her head level with his highest ribs, and wastes no time in starting. She carefully gnaws and chomps at his ribs, loudly growling and giving little shakes of her head.*

*He's back to his squeals and laughter, the sound loud but bright as the silly noises cause his screen to glow brighter*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Nom nom! Mmmm! Still so yummy!~

*Tia slowly inches her way down his ribs, able to get two at a time with the size of her mouth. Occasionally, she starts to purr instead of growl when his laughter spikes, giving her an extra rush of salted caramel.*

It’s a good thing you can’t wiggle, imagine how long it would take me to enjoy my meal, it could be hours! With how tickle tickle ticklish you are!~

*Just to be a little defiant, he arced his body slightly away from you. Was it a bad idea? Yes. Was he honestly just being a devious little shit? Also yes.*

tia-the-tickle-monster

Vox! *Tia gasps out his name, eyes wide in surprise, then they narrow into silver slits…and she wastes no time in making him regret his actions. Inhaling a massive amount of air, she presses her mouth to his ribs and gives them a raspberry that she drags out for as long as she can.* PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT!!!

*He squeals loudly, stamping his feet as he shakes his head* NAHAHA WAHAHAHAIT!!

tia-the-tickle-monster

No! No ‘wait’! You tried to get away from me! *Tia inhales again, delivering another raspberry closer to his lower ribs.* That’s so rude! Trying to keep me from enjoy my meal? You’ve earned this! In fact, until you apologize I’m not stopping!

*She makes her way up and down his ribs, giving him raspberries anywhere she feels like. Sometimes along the fronts, sometimes near his back, but she mainly stays at where they curve. And anytime she gets close to his gills, she makes sure to let her collar just barely brush over them, before quickly moving away so she doesn’t overwhelm him.*

*Every raspberry, every brush of her collar brings more squeals. The lower she is, the more pitchy, almost nervous, he becomes. Almost instantly he's trying to cackle out apologies* IHI'M SAHAHARREHEHEHE! PLEHEHEASE!

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