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Weavile stepped out of the alleyway and steadied his breath. The old brick apartment building on the other side of the street made him dizzy with apprehension. If what he heard was true, then everything he had fantasized about for years rested inside the unassuming structure. It sounded too good to be true.

Gathering his courage, he approached the front door. A few raps from his claw caused it to slowly open. Held by a chain lock, it cracked just enough for Weavile to see an Infernape peering at him.

“Yeah?” the fire Pokemon asked.

“Uh...I heard about the, um, club here.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Infernape said as he began to shut the door.

“W-wait!” Weavile said, holding up his claws. “Sceptile told me to say he sent me.”

Infernape frowned. “Sceptile, huh? Whatever.”

The door slammed shut. Weavile heard the chain being pulled free from behind it. It swung open again, and Infernape motioned him inside.

“Come in, sit down, and wait. And don’t cause any trouble.”

He entered the apartment lobby. It was hardly anything special. A tiny room with a red, slightly frayed couch sitting across from a desk counter. A set of stairs led to the higher floors, while another door at the end of the room closed off a hallway. Infernape threw himself onto a chair behind the desk and picked up his cell phone. Tapping away at it with one hand, he silently pointed to the couch.

Weavile sat down. His claws nervously fidgeted with each other as he watched Infernape, waiting for more cues. But the simian seemed entirely unconcerned with him. Gaze fixated on his phone, he paid the dark Pokemon no attention.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the door leading into the hall swung open. A Clefable strode into the room. Weavile was relieved to see a big, cheerful smile on her face. It helped to calm his rattled nerves after the brusque treatment he got from Infernape.

“Hello there, sweetie! Infernape just texted me. Sceptile sent you, right? He told me you might come by today.”

Standing up, Weavile extended a claw. “Y-yeah, that’s right. He uh, he told me about this club. And that you might take me as a new member.”

Clefable giggled and clasped his claw with both hands to shake it. “Club, hmm? It’s really nothing as formal as that. I hope that big brute over there didn’t give you a hard time. He’s really a softy, I swear.”

“Hmph,” Infernape grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Uh, n-no, not at all,” Weavile answered.

“Then let’s go get you introduced, hon!” Clefable said, tugging on his claw and dragging him into the hallway. “I’m guessing that Sceptile explained how things work around here?”

Stumbling along behind her, Weavile nodded. “Sort of. He said you’re all, um, you all have the same kinds of interests.”

“Hee. Don’t be shy, sweetie. You mean that we’re all kinky weirdos.”

A flash of red colored Weavile’s face. His fetishes had always been something he’d kept close to his chest. It had only been through sheer luck that he and Sceptile had discovered they were both into the same stuff. Still, talking openly about it was new to him.

“S-something like that.”

They neared the end of the hall. Clefable stopped at the door there, which had a sign reading “Recreation Room”. She let go of Weavile’s claw and turned to face him. He blinked and blushed once more when she offered him a reassuring smile.

“Seriously, relax. We’re all into paws here. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

He dipped his head down and chuckled. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. I’ve just never done this kind of thing before.”

“Everyone will be excited to have somebody new on board, trust me,” she said, her expressions shifting into a devious smirk. “Sceptile told me a little about you.”

“O-oh...what did he say about me?” he asked.

“That you’re a bashful little thing. And...” she cooed, stepping closer to tease a fingertip under his chin.

He stood rigid, eyes locked on hers. “And?”

She suddenly hugged her arms around his middle and squeezed him. “And you’re ticklish!”

The sudden skittering of fingers up and down his sides caught him off-guard. With no warning to prepare for the sensation, he burst into a fit of giggling. Clefable proved surprisingly strong; her groping hands pulled him close every time he tried to wiggle away.

“Hahaha hah! W-wait! Aha hah!”

“Oh my, you are ticklish!”

After a few more prods to his stomach, she released him. He defensively held his arms around himself and panted for breath. The tickle attack had lasted only a few short seconds. But it thrilled him beyond even what he’d expected. Clefable’s soft little hands making him lose control for that brief moment felt awful and wonderful. He looked up to see her grinning.

“You’re going to fit in here just fine.”

Clutching the door handle, she swung it open and led him inside. A few hesitant steps forward took him into a scene that would have suited one of his fantasies. Pokemon were spread around a large room, strewn about on various sofas and floor mats. A few lounged about and chatted, but most were engaged in far more lewd activities. Some basked in the attention of having their feet rubbed and licked. Other cuddled with each other and provided mutual paw kisses.

But more eye-catching were the ones unlucky, or perhaps lucky, enough to be helplessly tied to the pieces of bondage equipment in the parlor. Giggling, mewling, shrieking, they sat in stocks and x-frames to serve as toys for the more dominant members to tickle torture at their leisure. Weavile’s knees started to knock together at the sight.

“Hey, everyone! We have someone interested in joining up! This is Weavile,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him into the room.

Curious looks came from the group. He received a few waves and hellos as he passed by different Pokemon. Feeling a bit more at ease from the friendly response, he did his best to smile and nod in return. A handful were too engrossed in their activities to pay him any attention. Not that he could blame them.

“My friends are going to want to meet you for sure. They’re the ones who kind of started this whole get-together, so it’s polite to introduce yourself to them right away. And, y’know, they pay for the rent,” Clefable said, hurrying him to one of the back corners.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Weavile said, finding it hard to tear his eyes away from the hedonistic sights around him.

A Zangoose and a Raichu rested on an L-shaped couch, while a Dragonite laid on his side nearby. An x-frame say flat on the floor in front of the couch. It was occupied by an utterly exhausted Spinda. Judging by his sweat-soaked fur and the way he wheezed, Weavile assumed that the others had just finished putting him through quite a session.

Their eyes flicked over to him as they drew near. Weavile tepidly waved. Zangoose narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, while Raichu perked up her brow. The Dragonite sat upright and cocked his head.

“So this is the guy Sceptile sent over?” Dragonite asked.

Clefable happily beamed and nodded. “Yep! He just got here.”

“Looks a little scrawny,” Raichu hummed. “Are you sure he’s up for it?”

“We don’t need guys coming in here if they’re not ready to commit,” Zangoose muttered.

“Hey, hey! Give him a chance,” Clefable scolded. “Let’s not be so hasty. You want to join, right, hon?”

Weavile eagerly nodded. “Y-yeah! I mean, this place looks amazing. I’d love to be a part of this.”

Dragonite eyed him and rumbled. “We’ve had Pokemon come in here thinking they can get whatever they want without giving anything back. I hope you don’t have that in mind.”

“No, not at all. I, uh, I’m more than willing to follow any rules you have.”

Zangoose chuckled. “Rules. Heh. It’s not so much about rules. It’s whether you can handle the abuse. Sceptile said you’d make a good sub for us.”

“Sub?”

Raichu giggled and whipped her tail behind her. “Wow, you really are new to this. And from the way your voice is shaking, I can tell you’re definitely not going to be domming.”

“It’s like top and bottom, sweetie. Dom,” Clefable said, pointing at Raichu. She then turned her arm to gesture at the bound Spinda. “Sub.”

“Oh, I get it. Th-that’s fine with me. Really!”

“We can’t just take your word. A little test is in order. Good subs obey. So you won’t mind that, right?” Dragonite asked.

Weavile frowned. He caught sight of Zangoose and Raichu exchanging positively wicked smiles, and realized he was in for something arduous. Looking at the exhausted Spinda, still trembling on the x-frame, was enough to prove how serious they were. But the thought excited him even more than it made him nervous. This could be his only chance to fulfill so many of his fantasies.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” he said in a pleading voice.

The three doms looked between each other. Zangoose finally shrugged. Dragonite nodded. And Raichu looked Weavile up and down, chewing her lip.

“Fine,” she said, sliding off the couch and standing up. “We’ll give you a chance. But you better make it worth our time.”

Dragonite got up and stretched. “Let’s go up to one of the rooms. I like a little more privacy for an initiation.”

“Good idea. Follow us, newbie,” Zangoose said.

They left Clefable to care for Spinda while they led Weavile out of the room. He shuffled along behind them, climbing the stairs up to the second floor. His heart pounded at his chest. Despite years of yearning for it, he’d never had many chances to actually play with paws or be tickled. And the prospect of being “tested” left him on edge. The dizziness struck him again. Palms sweating as they stopped at a door, he tried to hide his anxiety.

Zangoose pushed the door open and waited for the others to enter. “Just relax. We’re not going to bite.”

Soft, red carpeting sank under Weavile’s soles. The room was richly furnished. A large bed with sheets and pillows dominated it. There were also several wooden dressers against the walls. Another open door at the end led into a small bathroom.

Dragonite shut the door behind him and locked it. “No need to waste time. It’s always fun breaking in a new guy.”

“So you’re sure you want to be one of us, huh? This is your last chance to back out. If not, we won’t quit until we want to,” Zangoose said, flashing his teeth in a big smirk.

“I’m sure. I want to do this.”

Raichu stepped behind him and delivered a swift poke to his ribs. “Good choice. Now, time to show us a little appreciation for giving you this opportunity.”

Zangoose grabbed a padded wooden chair and brought it to the center of the room. He sat down in it while Raichu hopped onto the bed, and Dragonite dropped onto the floor to rest his back against the wall. Pointing at the carpet in front of him, Zangoose stared at Weavile.

“On your knees.”

Weavile did as he was told. He walked into the center of the floor, sandwiched between Zangoose at his front, Raichu and the door at his sides, and Dragonite behind him. The carpet felt mercifully comfortable on his knees. But the moment he touched down, Zangoose extended his leg and shoved his paw right in front of his face.

Fine, white fur covered the top of it. The sleek coat gave way to a lighter layer of fuzz on the bottom. A round, bright pink pad dotted the bottom of each of his sharply pointed toes. Both of his heels were adorned by a larger pad. They didn’t protrude out very far, but looked squishy enough to provide his feet some cushion. Weavile’s eyes bulged at the pretty sight. He glanced over to Raichu, unsure of himself.

She held her hands up to her mouth, an almost frantically gleeful look on her face as she giggled. “Sniff it. Do it.”

He looked up at Zangoose. The Pokemon merely pointed at his outstretched foot. Leaning forward and cupping his claws around it, Weavile slowly touched the very tip of his nose at the base of Zangoose’s toes. It twitched as he took in a few shallow breaths.

“That’s a good start. At least you know your place,” Zangoose said.

Lifting his other foot, he held them both around Weavile’s muzzle. The dark Pokemon held the tops of them with his claws. He wanted to make a good impressions. And as gruff as he was, Zangoose had lovely paws. He pressed his face into them and took a deep sniff.

“Hee heeeee! He’s totally getting into it,” Raichu said.

Nose twitching, he lidded his eyes and took in the scent of his paws. It was natural. Warm skin and all the oils it produced, slightly dampened with sweat. The unmistakable smell of fur mingled in as well.

“We’ll see,” Zangoose said, tapping Weavile’s nose with his pink toe pads. “Lick ‘em.”

Slipping his tongue past his lips, he began to gently flick it over the pads. He stopped at each pad to give them loving attention. Their smooth, soft surfaces made it easy to drag licks across them. Wincing at first from the somewhat salty taste of his skin, he relaxed as he got used to it.

And he didn’t neglect the rest of his feet. Cupping his heels, he raised them a bit so that he could lap at Zangoose’s center paw pads. They were larger than the ones on his toes and offered plenty of space to caress.

Worshiping another Pokemon’s feet felt so natural to him. As he tenderly licked at Zangoose’s paws, he could only think of how good it felt to have them so close to his face. He took a moment to press his cheek against one and nuzzle it. Even the grumbling dom cracked a smile.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Hey, Zangoose! Don’t hog him,” Raichu said, wagging her feet over the side of the bed. “New guy, get over here and give my paws some love.”

Weavile glanced up at Zangoose, who nodded at him. Crawling over on his hands and knees to the bed, he stopped in front of Raichu. She immediately mashed her feet against his face.

Orange fuzz coated the tops of them up to the toes, where its color changed to chocolate brown. Each foot ended in three of the digits, rounded at the tips. Her soles were naked of fur. Pale and beige, they felt tender against his cheeks. A bright, orange paw pad stood out on each of her heels. The little bumps compressed when they pushed against him.

“Gmmf!” he murmured in surprise. But as she rubbed her feet against his face, he gladly buried his nose into her paws. “Mmm...”

“Good boy. Now kiss my toes!”

Loathe to withdraw from the warm comfort of her soles, he still followed orders. His lips peppered kisses on each of the electric Pokemon’s rounded digits. As he leaned in for another, she pressed one of her paws forward and forcefully stuffed her toes into his maw.

“Suck.”

“Mwmph...”

He held both sides of her foot with his claws and began to suckle. Undulating his tongue against the bottoms of her toes, he felt his face heat up as a blush colored it. Raichu raised her other foot to pet at his red, feathery crown.

“Oh, he’s really liking this. Maybe we should keep him around after all,” Raichu said.

Weavile was sure she had no idea just how much he liked it. Her soles were amazingly supple. Their touch, their warmth, their scent. Everything about them mesmerized him just as much as Zangoose’s had. And even her blunt treatment felt right to him. He eagerly sucked on Raichu’s toes under the watch of her dark eyes. She rewarded his submission with a gentle petting of her free foot across his cheek.

“What was that you were saying about being a hog?” Dragonite asked, chuckling.

Raichu frowned and begrudgingly pulled her toes out of Weavile’s mouth. “Fine.”

Dragonite motioned for Weavile to come to him. The dark Pokemon rose to his feet and did so. Still resting his back against the wall, both of Dragonite’s legs were stretched out in front of him. His feet were far larger than those of the other Pokemon, fitting for a creature of his size. He tapped his toe claws together and smiled.

“They’re big, so you better get started. And don’t stop until I say so.”

“Y-yes, of course.”

He dropped to his knees in front of one of a paw. Reaching out, he gently clutched the sides of it. Dragonite’s smooth skin felt different than that of the two mammalian Pokemon. The tops were smooth and scaly, while his soles were puffy and plush. His lips brushed against the dragon’s orange skin as he lay a kiss.

“Nnh...”

The dragon’s toe claws were hard, so he decided to focus on his soles. A wide, yellow pad covered his paws from the arch down to the heel. Weavile began to bathe Dragonite’s paw with his tongue. Just the gentle pushing of the pink appendage was enough to make his skin dimple underneath. He felt it give way under his touch, only to plump back up afterwards.

“What do you think?” Zangoose asked, watching the spectacle.

Dragonite wiggled his claws. “He still has work to do. But he’s got some enthusiasm, certainly.”

Weavile hugged his arms around the big paw and redoubled his efforts. Ducking down to his heel and lapping all the way up his arch, he finished under the dragon’s nails. He soon felt a nudge at his side from the other paw. Shifting over to it, he pecked kisses up and down its length.

“Urk!” Weavile grunted when a sudden push sent him onto his back.

Just as quickly, Dragonite loomed over him. He raised a paw, held it over his head, and lowered it down. Weavile braced to be stepped on and winced. But no crushing came. Only the pressure of having the dragon’s foot resting lightly atop his body.

Staring down at him, Dragonite hummed. “What’s it feel like to be stepped on?”

“It...it’s nice,” Weavile sighed, running his claws over the top of the dom’s foot.

Zangoose and Raichu joined their friend. Weavile soon stared up at three soles, all of which pressed down onto his face. He let out a pleasured groan as they rubbed their paws on him. Warm, fuzzy, smooth, the sensation of being under them nearly overwhelmed him.

“Man, look at him. We’ve got him sweating,” Zangoose said.

Dragonite nodded. “He’s not lacking in passion, I’ll give him that much.”

“Enough with the easy stuff. I say he’s having too much fun,” Raichu tittered, scratching her toes against Weavile’s jawline. “Anybody can lick paws. Let’s see if he still wants to be our pet after a good, long tickling.”

“Dragonite. Would you be so kind?” Zangoose asked, snickering.

“My pleasure.”

They took their paws from his face. Dragonite grabbed Weavile’s arms before he even had a chance to catch his breath. He heaved the much smaller Pokemon up by his wrists, dangling him slightly off the floor.

Weavile squeaked. Having his arms high above his head left his upper body stretched and vulnerable. Zangoose and Raichu closed in around him, threateningly wiggling their fingers. He bit down on his lip and quivered.

“Hope you’re ready for this, newbie,” Zangoose taunted.

Raichu grinned and cooed. “Coochie coo!”

“Ahah hah hah!”

Laughter bubbled up from his throat as the two dove at him. Their hands playfully tickled at it his bare sides. Ruffling through his fine fur, the tips of Zangoose’s claws carefully scraped at the skin beneath. One of his claws teased the stretch of skin just below his underarm; the other scratched along his ribs. Raichu took a clumsier approach, albeit one that proved just as effective. She pressed her hands to his stomach and kneaded them in circles into the muscle there.

Having two Pokemon tickling him at the same time shattered his self-control straight away. It was so much more intense than what Clefable had done earlier. And the biggest difference was that they didn’t stop after a few seconds, like she had. They kept tickling, and tickling, and tickling.

“Ah-ahahah! Oh wait! Hahaha!” Weavile cried, legs kicking furiously in the air. He knew he should keep still for them, but his body refused to follow his wishes.

Zangoose stepped to his side to avoid his flailing feet. “Ticklish here, huh? What about here?”

Dipping his claw tip into the nook of Weavile’s underarm, he dragged it in tight circles. Weavile beat his head back against Dragonite’s stomach and howled with laughter. He’d worried most about having his feet tickled, but his underarms proved to be far more sensitive than he had anticipated. The flicking of Zangoose’s claws over the helpless spots made him struggling all the more frantic.

“Aww, is it too much for you?” Raichu hummed in a tone of faux concern. “Too bad. You asked for it!”

Her hands pressed into the muscles just above his hip bones and began to jostle them. Barking out laughter from the ticklish spasms it caused, Weavile fruitlessly tried to twist away from her. She giggled at the dark Pokemon’s wild bucking, and her agile hands easily kept up with his wiggling waist.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” she teased, squeezing the little muscles in her hands.

Dragonite’s firm grasp on his wrists ensured that no matter how hard he writhed, he would remain in place. The dragon couldn’t help but chuckle at the show. Weavile, in the midst of his hysterics, was still vaguely aware of how silly he must have looked. A fuzzy, squirming weasel, shrieking in giggle-fits. But that was the least of his concerns. Despite his burning blush, the merciless tickle attack on his body kept his mind preoccupied.

“Gahahaha hah! Pleheheeease!”

“Oh, you want us to stop? You want to give up?” Zangoose asked, smirking.

It was torture. But it was the loveliest torture he could have imagined. Years of daydreaming about tickling hardly prepared him for what the real thing was like. As difficult as it was to bear, he knew he had to make it through. He had to submit to them. Being admitted to their club was what he wanted most.

“N-nohohoo! I wahah-won’t!”

Raichu giggled. “You’re tougher than I expected. If you really want to stick it out, then let’s see if these paws of yours are ticklish!”

Zangoose joined her. They both wrangled his kicking legs to grab his ankles. Still dangling by the arms from Dragonite’s clutches, he could only watch while they squeezed arms around his calves to hold them still. He wasn’t even granted enough time to take a few wheezing breaths before they assaulted his dark soles.

“Bahahahaha hah hah!” Weavile howled, craning his head back as his eyes grew wide.

The sensations that raced across his paws and up his legs shook his entire body. Feeling his feet being touched made him panic in a way the upper body tickling had not. It caused him to feel so vulnerable, and so utterly broken.

Scratching from the sharp tips of Zangoose’s claws, along with the dusting from Raichu’s fuzzy hand, brought laughter spilling from his muzzle. He rocked forward and back in desperate convulsions. And the two never let up. Not even for a moment. The tickling at his feet was constant enough to rob him of breath as soon as he sucked it in.

They were skilled. Even with as little frame of reference as he had for tickle torture, he could tell they knew what they were doing. Raichu’s hand stroked and caressed the bottom of his paw with such a light touch. She used just enough pressure to make him feel it, but not enough to dull the ticklish stimulation. And Zangoose’s claw tips scratched all the right spots. Up and down the centers of his paws, under his toe claws, at the spot where the curve of his heel began. It wracked the poor Pokemon’s nerves.

“Wow, look at him! He’s crying!” Raichu giggled.

“He’s going to give himself whiplash swinging his head like that. Let’s take him over to the bed.”

“Good idea,” she nodded. “I’m sure Dragonite wants a turn, anyway.”

The dragon smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

For a moment, Weavile received a much-needed break. Dragonite rested him on the mattress. His rattled body sank against the plush sheets. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, he tried to calm himself. It didn’t last long; he wiped the tears out of his eyes to see Zangoose rummaging through one of the dressers.

“Ah, here we go. How’re you holding up, newbie?” Zangoose asked, walking over to the bed with a handful of black, cloth straps.

Weavile knew exactly what they were for. He swallowed and sighed. “I’m okay...a little tired.”

“Aww, tired?” Raichu said, leaping onto the bed. “Wait until we’re through with you.”

Zangoose tossed her a couple of the straps. They were long, slightly stretching, and ended with a cuff at the end. She wrapped the cuff around Weavile wrist, stretched his arm out, and tied the end of the strap to the bed’s frame. Zangoose did the same to his ankle. It took the bondage experts mere moments before they had him firmly tied and spread eagle.

He didn’t resist. Knowing what was coming left him terrified, but he couldn’t deny the excited fluttering of his heart. And the straps Even felt nice. Pulling his limbs only to find them held tight made him feel so weak. His three captors could do whatever they wanted to him. The implications left him enamored.

“You catch your breath yet?” Dragonite asked, tracing a nail over his chest.

“I think so,” Weavile answered. His lungs still burned, but he knew better than to keep them waiting.

Raichu clapped her hands and darted towards the bathroom. “Hold up one sec!”

Zangoose and Dragonite looked her way, confused. But they both grinned when she returned with a bottle of baby oil. Weavile, his head propped up on a pillow, caught sight of it as well. He clenched his teeth together. Sweat soaked his brow.

“Let’s get these cute paws as sensitive as they can be, hmm?” Raichu said, popping the cap open and drizzling the oil over both of his feet.

Her and Zangoose sat near them and began to rub it in. They spread the liquid in a thin layer over his soles, making sure to get in between his toe claws. Giggles sputtered from his lips during the entire process. Not only from having their oiled hands gliding around his feet, but also because Dragonite continued to prod and poke his stomach and side.

“So, big guy. You want his feet, or you want to stay up there?” Zangoose asked.

Dragonite smirked, leaning over the bed. “I’ll start up here. But I’m definitely giving his paws a few tickles before we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Zangoose growled.

Weavile braced himself when the three lurched at him. His thoughts scattered in an instant. Interrupted by ticklish shocks from all across his body, they surrendered to a crazed state of fight-or-flight. And his bondage ensured he had no capacity to do either.

“Bahahahaw hah hah ha ha!”

He arched his back up in a violent lurch before slamming back down against the mattress. Dragonite’s claw tips madly flicked and danced in his taut underarms. Yanking on the straps hard enough to make his muscles sore, he failed to bring his arms down for any kind of shielding. The ticklish violation of such delicate areas made him shake his head back and forth in a fit of giggly screams.

“N-nohahaho no please! Ahahaha hah!”

Ordinarily, something so severe would have demanded all of his attention. But the skin-crawling tickles at his feet proved more than enough to draw notice. His ankles dug into the sheets from kicking so hard. The straps, even though they were somewhat flexible, held his legs well enough to stop him from getting away.

Zangoose clutched one claw around the middle of his foot and scribbled his claw tips around. Raichu sat on his calf and gingerly scratched her hands up and down his sole in quick swipes. The coat of baby oil created an agonizing lack of friction; his flesh tingled as they played with it.

“Gahah! Ahahahaw hah hah! Oh wait! I c-ca-cahahahan’t!” Weavil sobbed.

Casting an amused look over his shoulder, Dragonite motioned with his head. His two companions pounced. Their grasping hands wandered over Weavil’s torso. Squeezing, pinching, poking, kneading, petting. They dipped into the curves of his underarms. Jiggled the small bones of his ribs. Massaged his stomach, dimpling into the thin layer of fat there to titillate the underlying abdominal muscles. All the while, they giggled and taunted their hapless victim.

Dragonite walked to the foot of the bed to toy with Weavile’s paws. He held a hand at each of them, lightly flicking a single claw tip up each of their arches. They danced and wagged with every scrape. It was easy for the dragon to follow them, and he soon added his other claws to the tickling.

Weavile mewled with laughter under Dragonite’s skilled touch. While it was gentler than when Zangoose and Raichu had savaged his paws, it still left him in a helpless fit of giggles. Added to the brutal torture that was being inflicted on his upper body, having his feet tickled at the same time sapped what little strength he still had.

“Ahahahah hah hah! Please! Oh, please! Gwahahahaw!”

His chest ached from the prolonged bout of laughing. Tears welled up his eyes and dripped down to spatter against the pillow. By the time he noticed they had stopped, his body quaked from strain. He took a moment to catch his breath and blink the bleariness out of his eyes. Zangoose, Raichu, and Dragonite were all smiling at him.

“Not bad. You took it better than some. And you’re lucky you’ve got a cute laugh,” Zangoose said, ruffling the fur on his stomach.

Raichu stroked Weavile’s feathery crown, sighing. “Ah, I guess we give him some rest. For now. But next time, you come straight to us.”

“N-next time?” Weavile asked, perking up. “So I made it in?”

“Yeah. I don’t think your face is that red just from being out of breath. You had a good time, didn’t you?” Dragonite asked, his lips pulling up into a coy smile.

“Aheh heh...it was great,” Weavile responded.

Zangoose and Raichu slid their paws onto his chest, teasing their toes through the fuzz their. His lips parted and he let out a short sigh as he blinked at them. Lifting her foot to his muzzle, Raichu snickered.

“But you’re going to have to give all of our paws some more worship before we’ll untie you.”

Weavile smiled. He was going to like it here.

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Weavile stepped out of the alleyway and steadied his breath. The old brick apartment building on the other side of the street made him dizzy with apprehension. If what he heard was true, then everything he had fantasized about for years rested inside the unassuming structure. It sounded too good to be true.

Gathering his courage, he approached the front door. A few raps from his claw caused it to slowly open. Held by a chain lock, it cracked just enough for Weavile to see an Infernape peering at him.

“Yeah?” the fire Pokemon asked.

“Uh...I heard about the, um, club here.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Infernape said as he began to shut the door.

“W-wait!” Weavile said, holding up his claws. “Sceptile told me to say he sent me.”

Infernape frowned. “Sceptile, huh? Whatever.”

The door slammed shut. Weavile heard the chain being pulled free from behind it. It swung open again, and Infernape motioned him inside.

“Come in, sit down, and wait. And don’t cause any trouble.”

He entered the apartment lobby. It was hardly anything special. A tiny room with a red, slightly frayed couch sitting across from a desk counter. A set of stairs led to the higher floors, while another door at the end of the room closed off a hallway. Infernape threw himself onto a chair behind the desk and picked up his cell phone. Tapping away at it with one hand, he silently pointed to the couch.

Weavile sat down. His claws nervously fidgeted with each other as he watched Infernape, waiting for more cues. But the simian seemed entirely unconcerned with him. Gaze fixated on his phone, he paid the dark Pokemon no attention.

After a few minutes of awkward silence, the door leading into the hall swung open. A Clefable strode into the room. Weavile was relieved to see a big, cheerful smile on her face. It helped to calm his rattled nerves after the brusque treatment he got from Infernape.

“Hello there, sweetie! Infernape just texted me. Sceptile sent you, right? He told me you might come by today.”

Standing up, Weavile extended a claw. “Y-yeah, that’s right. He uh, he told me about this club. And that you might take me as a new member.”

Clefable giggled and clasped his claw with both hands to shake it. “Club, hmm? It’s really nothing as formal as that. I hope that big brute over there didn’t give you a hard time. He’s really a softy, I swear.”

“Hmph,” Infernape grunted, rolling his eyes.

“Uh, n-no, not at all,” Weavile answered.

“Then let’s go get you introduced, hon!” Clefable said, tugging on his claw and dragging him into the hallway. “I’m guessing that Sceptile explained how things work around here?”

Stumbling along behind her, Weavile nodded. “Sort of. He said you’re all, um, you all have the same kinds of interests.”

“Hee. Don’t be shy, sweetie. You mean that we’re all kinky weirdos.”

A flash of red colored Weavile’s face. His fetishes had always been something he’d kept close to his chest. It had only been through sheer luck that he and Sceptile had discovered they were both into the same stuff. Still, talking openly about it was new to him.

“S-something like that.”

They neared the end of the hall. Clefable stopped at the door there, which had a sign reading “Recreation Room”. She let go of Weavile’s claw and turned to face him. He blinked and blushed once more when she offered him a reassuring smile.

“Seriously, relax. We’re all into paws here. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

He dipped his head down and chuckled. “Yeah. I guess you’re right. I’ve just never done this kind of thing before.”

“Everyone will be excited to have somebody new on board, trust me,” she said, her expressions shifting into a devious smirk. “Sceptile told me a little about you.”

“O-oh...what did he say about me?” he asked.

“That you’re a bashful little thing. And...” she cooed, stepping closer to tease a fingertip under his chin.

He stood rigid, eyes locked on hers. “And?”

She suddenly hugged her arms around his middle and squeezed him. “And you’re ticklish!”

The sudden skittering of fingers up and down his sides caught him off-guard. With no warning to prepare for the sensation, he burst into a fit of giggling. Clefable proved surprisingly strong; her groping hands pulled him close every time he tried to wiggle away.

“Hahaha hah! W-wait! Aha hah!”

“Oh my, you are ticklish!”

After a few more prods to his stomach, she released him. He defensively held his arms around himself and panted for breath. The tickle attack had lasted only a few short seconds. But it thrilled him beyond even what he’d expected. Clefable’s soft little hands making him lose control for that brief moment felt awful and wonderful. He looked up to see her grinning.

“You’re going to fit in here just fine.”

Clutching the door handle, she swung it open and led him inside. A few hesitant steps forward took him into a scene that would have suited one of his fantasies. Pokemon were spread around a large room, strewn about on various sofas and floor mats. A few lounged about and chatted, but most were engaged in far more lewd activities. Some basked in the attention of having their feet rubbed and licked. Other cuddled with each other and provided mutual paw kisses.

But more eye-catching were the ones unlucky, or perhaps lucky, enough to be helplessly tied to the pieces of bondage equipment in the parlor. Giggling, mewling, shrieking, they sat in stocks and x-frames to serve as toys for the more dominant members to tickle torture at their leisure. Weavile’s knees started to knock together at the sight.

“Hey, everyone! We have someone interested in joining up! This is Weavile,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him into the room.

Curious looks came from the group. He received a few waves and hellos as he passed by different Pokemon. Feeling a bit more at ease from the friendly response, he did his best to smile and nod in return. A handful were too engrossed in their activities to pay him any attention. Not that he could blame them.

“My friends are going to want to meet you for sure. They’re the ones who kind of started this whole get-together, so it’s polite to introduce yourself to them right away. And, y’know, they pay for the rent,” Clefable said, hurrying him to one of the back corners.

“Oh, uh, sure,” Weavile said, finding it hard to tear his eyes away from the hedonistic sights around him.

A Zangoose and a Raichu rested on an L-shaped couch, while a Dragonite laid on his side nearby. An x-frame say flat on the floor in front of the couch. It was occupied by an utterly exhausted Spinda. Judging by his sweat-soaked fur and the way he wheezed, Weavile assumed that the others had just finished putting him through quite a session.

Their eyes flicked over to him as they drew near. Weavile tepidly waved. Zangoose narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, while Raichu perked up her brow. The Dragonite sat upright and cocked his head.

“So this is the guy Sceptile sent over?” Dragonite asked.

Clefable happily beamed and nodded. “Yep! He just got here.”

“Looks a little scrawny,” Raichu hummed. “Are you sure he’s up for it?”

“We don’t need guys coming in here if they’re not ready to commit,” Zangoose muttered.

“Hey, hey! Give him a chance,” Clefable scolded. “Let’s not be so hasty. You want to join, right, hon?”

Weavile eagerly nodded. “Y-yeah! I mean, this place looks amazing. I’d love to be a part of this.”

Dragonite eyed him and rumbled. “We’ve had Pokemon come in here thinking they can get whatever they want without giving anything back. I hope you don’t have that in mind.”

“No, not at all. I, uh, I’m more than willing to follow any rules you have.”

Zangoose chuckled. “Rules. Heh. It’s not so much about rules. It’s whether you can handle the abuse. Sceptile said you’d make a good sub for us.”

“Sub?”

Raichu giggled and whipped her tail behind her. “Wow, you really are new to this. And from the way your voice is shaking, I can tell you’re definitely not going to be domming.”

“It’s like top and bottom, sweetie. Dom,” Clefable said, pointing at Raichu. She then turned her arm to gesture at the bound Spinda. “Sub.”

“Oh, I get it. Th-that’s fine with me. Really!”

“We can’t just take your word. A little test is in order. Good subs obey. So you won’t mind that, right?” Dragonite asked.

Weavile frowned. He caught sight of Zangoose and Raichu exchanging positively wicked smiles, and realized he was in for something arduous. Looking at the exhausted Spinda, still trembling on the x-frame, was enough to prove how serious they were. But the thought excited him even more than it made him nervous. This could be his only chance to fulfill so many of his fantasies.

“I’ll do whatever you tell me to,” he said in a pleading voice.

The three doms looked between each other. Zangoose finally shrugged. Dragonite nodded. And Raichu looked Weavile up and down, chewing her lip.

“Fine,” she said, sliding off the couch and standing up. “We’ll give you a chance. But you better make it worth our time.”

Dragonite got up and stretched. “Let’s go up to one of the rooms. I like a little more privacy for an initiation.”

“Good idea. Follow us, newbie,” Zangoose said.

They left Clefable to care for Spinda while they led Weavile out of the room. He shuffled along behind them, climbing the stairs up to the second floor. His heart pounded at his chest. Despite years of yearning for it, he’d never had many chances to actually play with paws or be tickled. And the prospect of being “tested” left him on edge. The dizziness struck him again. Palms sweating as they stopped at a door, he tried to hide his anxiety.

Zangoose pushed the door open and waited for the others to enter. “Just relax. We’re not going to bite.”

Soft, red carpeting sank under Weavile’s soles. The room was richly furnished. A large bed with sheets and pillows dominated it. There were also several wooden dressers against the walls. Another open door at the end led into a small bathroom.

Dragonite shut the door behind him and locked it. “No need to waste time. It’s always fun breaking in a new guy.”

“So you’re sure you want to be one of us, huh? This is your last chance to back out. If not, we won’t quit until we want to,” Zangoose said, flashing his teeth in a big smirk.

“I’m sure. I want to do this.”

Raichu stepped behind him and delivered a swift poke to his ribs. “Good choice. Now, time to show us a little appreciation for giving you this opportunity.”

Zangoose grabbed a padded wooden chair and brought it to the center of the room. He sat down in it while Raichu hopped onto the bed, and Dragonite dropped onto the floor to rest his back against the wall. Pointing at the carpet in front of him, Zangoose stared at Weavile.

“On your knees.”

Weavile did as he was told. He walked into the center of the floor, sandwiched between Zangoose at his front, Raichu and the door at his sides, and Dragonite behind him. The carpet felt mercifully comfortable on his knees. But the moment he touched down, Zangoose extended his leg and shoved his paw right in front of his face.

Fine, white fur covered the top of it. The sleek coat gave way to a lighter layer of fuzz on the bottom. A round, bright pink pad dotted the bottom of each of his sharply pointed toes. Both of his heels were adorned by a larger pad. They didn’t protrude out very far, but looked squishy enough to provide his feet some cushion. Weavile’s eyes bulged at the pretty sight. He glanced over to Raichu, unsure of himself.

She held her hands up to her mouth, an almost frantically gleeful look on her face as she giggled. “Sniff it. Do it.”

He looked up at Zangoose. The Pokemon merely pointed at his outstretched foot. Leaning forward and cupping his claws around it, Weavile slowly touched the very tip of his nose at the base of Zangoose’s toes. It twitched as he took in a few shallow breaths.

“That’s a good start. At least you know your place,” Zangoose said.

Lifting his other foot, he held them both around Weavile’s muzzle. The dark Pokemon held the tops of them with his claws. He wanted to make a good impressions. And as gruff as he was, Zangoose had lovely paws. He pressed his face into them and took a deep sniff.

“Hee heeeee! He’s totally getting into it,” Raichu said.

Nose twitching, he lidded his eyes and took in the scent of his paws. It was natural. Warm skin and all the oils it produced, slightly dampened with sweat. The unmistakable smell of fur mingled in as well.

“We’ll see,” Zangoose said, tapping Weavile’s nose with his pink toe pads. “Lick ‘em.”

Slipping his tongue past his lips, he began to gently flick it over the pads. He stopped at each pad to give them loving attention. Their smooth, soft surfaces made it easy to drag licks across them. Wincing at first from the somewhat salty taste of his skin, he relaxed as he got used to it.

And he didn’t neglect the rest of his feet. Cupping his heels, he raised them a bit so that he could lap at Zangoose’s center paw pads. They were larger than the ones on his toes and offered plenty of space to caress.

Worshiping another Pokemon’s feet felt so natural to him. As he tenderly licked at Zangoose’s paws, he could only think of how good it felt to have them so close to his face. He took a moment to press his cheek against one and nuzzle it. Even the grumbling dom cracked a smile.

“Enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Hey, Zangoose! Don’t hog him,” Raichu said, wagging her feet over the side of the bed. “New guy, get over here and give my paws some love.”

Weavile glanced up at Zangoose, who nodded at him. Crawling over on his hands and knees to the bed, he stopped in front of Raichu. She immediately mashed her feet against his face.

Orange fuzz coated the tops of them up to the toes, where its color changed to chocolate brown. Each foot ended in three of the digits, rounded at the tips. Her soles were naked of fur. Pale and beige, they felt tender against his cheeks. A bright, orange paw pad stood out on each of her heels. The little bumps compressed when they pushed against him.

“Gmmf!” he murmured in surprise. But as she rubbed her feet against his face, he gladly buried his nose into her paws. “Mmm...”

“Good boy. Now kiss my toes!”

Loathe to withdraw from the warm comfort of her soles, he still followed orders. His lips peppered kisses on each of the electric Pokemon’s rounded digits. As he leaned in for another, she pressed one of her paws forward and forcefully stuffed her toes into his maw.

“Suck.”

“Mwmph...”

He held both sides of her foot with his claws and began to suckle. Undulating his tongue against the bottoms of her toes, he felt his face heat up as a blush colored it. Raichu raised her other foot to pet at his red, feathery crown.

“Oh, he’s really liking this. Maybe we should keep him around after all,” Raichu said.

Weavile was sure she had no idea just how much he liked it. Her soles were amazingly supple. Their touch, their warmth, their scent. Everything about them mesmerized him just as much as Zangoose’s had. And even her blunt treatment felt right to him. He eagerly sucked on Raichu’s toes under the watch of her dark eyes. She rewarded his submission with a gentle petting of her free foot across his cheek.

“What was that you were saying about being a hog?” Dragonite asked, chuckling.

Raichu frowned and begrudgingly pulled her toes out of Weavile’s mouth. “Fine.”

Dragonite motioned for Weavile to come to him. The dark Pokemon rose to his feet and did so. Still resting his back against the wall, both of Dragonite’s legs were stretched out in front of him. His feet were far larger than those of the other Pokemon, fitting for a creature of his size. He tapped his toe claws together and smiled.

“They’re big, so you better get started. And don’t stop until I say so.”

“Y-yes, of course.”

He dropped to his knees in front of one of a paw. Reaching out, he gently clutched the sides of it. Dragonite’s smooth skin felt different than that of the two mammalian Pokemon. The tops were smooth and scaly, while his soles were puffy and plush. His lips brushed against the dragon’s orange skin as he lay a kiss.

“Nnh...”

The dragon’s toe claws were hard, so he decided to focus on his soles. A wide, yellow pad covered his paws from the arch down to the heel. Weavile began to bathe Dragonite’s paw with his tongue. Just the gentle pushing of the pink appendage was enough to make his skin dimple underneath. He felt it give way under his touch, only to plump back up afterwards.

“What do you think?” Zangoose asked, watching the spectacle.

Dragonite wiggled his claws. “He still has work to do. But he’s got some enthusiasm, certainly.”

Weavile hugged his arms around the big paw and redoubled his efforts. Ducking down to his heel and lapping all the way up his arch, he finished under the dragon’s nails. He soon felt a nudge at his side from the other paw. Shifting over to it, he pecked kisses up and down its length.

“Urk!” Weavile grunted when a sudden push sent him onto his back.

Just as quickly, Dragonite loomed over him. He raised a paw, held it over his head, and lowered it down. Weavile braced to be stepped on and winced. But no crushing came. Only the pressure of having the dragon’s foot resting lightly atop his body.

Staring down at him, Dragonite hummed. “What’s it feel like to be stepped on?”

“It...it’s nice,” Weavile sighed, running his claws over the top of the dom’s foot.

Zangoose and Raichu joined their friend. Weavile soon stared up at three soles, all of which pressed down onto his face. He let out a pleasured groan as they rubbed their paws on him. Warm, fuzzy, smooth, the sensation of being under them nearly overwhelmed him.

“Man, look at him. We’ve got him sweating,” Zangoose said.

Dragonite nodded. “He’s not lacking in passion, I’ll give him that much.”

“Enough with the easy stuff. I say he’s having too much fun,” Raichu tittered, scratching her toes against Weavile’s jawline. “Anybody can lick paws. Let’s see if he still wants to be our pet after a good, long tickling.”

“Dragonite. Would you be so kind?” Zangoose asked, snickering.

“My pleasure.”

They took their paws from his face. Dragonite grabbed Weavile’s arms before he even had a chance to catch his breath. He heaved the much smaller Pokemon up by his wrists, dangling him slightly off the floor.

Weavile squeaked. Having his arms high above his head left his upper body stretched and vulnerable. Zangoose and Raichu closed in around him, threateningly wiggling their fingers. He bit down on his lip and quivered.

“Hope you’re ready for this, newbie,” Zangoose taunted.

Raichu grinned and cooed. “Coochie coo!”

“Ahah hah hah!”

Laughter bubbled up from his throat as the two dove at him. Their hands playfully tickled at it his bare sides. Ruffling through his fine fur, the tips of Zangoose’s claws carefully scraped at the skin beneath. One of his claws teased the stretch of skin just below his underarm; the other scratched along his ribs. Raichu took a clumsier approach, albeit one that proved just as effective. She pressed her hands to his stomach and kneaded them in circles into the muscle there.

Having two Pokemon tickling him at the same time shattered his self-control straight away. It was so much more intense than what Clefable had done earlier. And the biggest difference was that they didn’t stop after a few seconds, like she had. They kept tickling, and tickling, and tickling.

“Ah-ahahah! Oh wait! Hahaha!” Weavile cried, legs kicking furiously in the air. He knew he should keep still for them, but his body refused to follow his wishes.

Zangoose stepped to his side to avoid his flailing feet. “Ticklish here, huh? What about here?”

Dipping his claw tip into the nook of Weavile’s underarm, he dragged it in tight circles. Weavile beat his head back against Dragonite’s stomach and howled with laughter. He’d worried most about having his feet tickled, but his underarms proved to be far more sensitive than he had anticipated. The flicking of Zangoose’s claws over the helpless spots made him struggling all the more frantic.

“Aww, is it too much for you?” Raichu hummed in a tone of faux concern. “Too bad. You asked for it!”

Her hands pressed into the muscles just above his hip bones and began to jostle them. Barking out laughter from the ticklish spasms it caused, Weavile fruitlessly tried to twist away from her. She giggled at the dark Pokemon’s wild bucking, and her agile hands easily kept up with his wiggling waist.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” she teased, squeezing the little muscles in her hands.

Dragonite’s firm grasp on his wrists ensured that no matter how hard he writhed, he would remain in place. The dragon couldn’t help but chuckle at the show. Weavile, in the midst of his hysterics, was still vaguely aware of how silly he must have looked. A fuzzy, squirming weasel, shrieking in giggle-fits. But that was the least of his concerns. Despite his burning blush, the merciless tickle attack on his body kept his mind preoccupied.

“Gahahaha hah! Pleheheeease!”

“Oh, you want us to stop? You want to give up?” Zangoose asked, smirking.

It was torture. But it was the loveliest torture he could have imagined. Years of daydreaming about tickling hardly prepared him for what the real thing was like. As difficult as it was to bear, he knew he had to make it through. He had to submit to them. Being admitted to their club was what he wanted most.

“N-nohohoo! I wahah-won’t!”

Raichu giggled. “You’re tougher than I expected. If you really want to stick it out, then let’s see if these paws of yours are ticklish!”

Zangoose joined her. They both wrangled his kicking legs to grab his ankles. Still dangling by the arms from Dragonite’s clutches, he could only watch while they squeezed arms around his calves to hold them still. He wasn’t even granted enough time to take a few wheezing breaths before they assaulted his dark soles.

“Bahahahaha hah hah!” Weavile howled, craning his head back as his eyes grew wide.

The sensations that raced across his paws and up his legs shook his entire body. Feeling his feet being touched made him panic in a way the upper body tickling had not. It caused him to feel so vulnerable, and so utterly broken.

Scratching from the sharp tips of Zangoose’s claws, along with the dusting from Raichu’s fuzzy hand, brought laughter spilling from his muzzle. He rocked forward and back in desperate convulsions. And the two never let up. Not even for a moment. The tickling at his feet was constant enough to rob him of breath as soon as he sucked it in.

They were skilled. Even with as little frame of reference as he had for tickle torture, he could tell they knew what they were doing. Raichu’s hand stroked and caressed the bottom of his paw with such a light touch. She used just enough pressure to make him feel it, but not enough to dull the ticklish stimulation. And Zangoose’s claw tips scratched all the right spots. Up and down the centers of his paws, under his toe claws, at the spot where the curve of his heel began. It wracked the poor Pokemon’s nerves.

“Wow, look at him! He’s crying!” Raichu giggled.

“He’s going to give himself whiplash swinging his head like that. Let’s take him over to the bed.”

“Good idea,” she nodded. “I’m sure Dragonite wants a turn, anyway.”

The dragon smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

For a moment, Weavile received a much-needed break. Dragonite rested him on the mattress. His rattled body sank against the plush sheets. Closing his eyes and taking deep breaths, he tried to calm himself. It didn’t last long; he wiped the tears out of his eyes to see Zangoose rummaging through one of the dressers.

“Ah, here we go. How’re you holding up, newbie?” Zangoose asked, walking over to the bed with a handful of black, cloth straps.

Weavile knew exactly what they were for. He swallowed and sighed. “I’m okay...a little tired.”

“Aww, tired?” Raichu said, leaping onto the bed. “Wait until we’re through with you.”

Zangoose tossed her a couple of the straps. They were long, slightly stretching, and ended with a cuff at the end. She wrapped the cuff around Weavile wrist, stretched his arm out, and tied the end of the strap to the bed’s frame. Zangoose did the same to his ankle. It took the bondage experts mere moments before they had him firmly tied and spread eagle.

He didn’t resist. Knowing what was coming left him terrified, but he couldn’t deny the excited fluttering of his heart. And the straps Even felt nice. Pulling his limbs only to find them held tight made him feel so weak. His three captors could do whatever they wanted to him. The implications left him enamored.

“You catch your breath yet?” Dragonite asked, tracing a nail over his chest.

“I think so,” Weavile answered. His lungs still burned, but he knew better than to keep them waiting.

Raichu clapped her hands and darted towards the bathroom. “Hold up one sec!”

Zangoose and Dragonite looked her way, confused. But they both grinned when she returned with a bottle of baby oil. Weavile, his head propped up on a pillow, caught sight of it as well. He clenched his teeth together. Sweat soaked his brow.

“Let’s get these cute paws as sensitive as they can be, hmm?” Raichu said, popping the cap open and drizzling the oil over both of his feet.

Her and Zangoose sat near them and began to rub it in. They spread the liquid in a thin layer over his soles, making sure to get in between his toe claws. Giggles sputtered from his lips during the entire process. Not only from having their oiled hands gliding around his feet, but also because Dragonite continued to prod and poke his stomach and side.

“So, big guy. You want his feet, or you want to stay up there?” Zangoose asked.

Dragonite smirked, leaning over the bed. “I’ll start up here. But I’m definitely giving his paws a few tickles before we’re done.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Zangoose growled.

Weavile braced himself when the three lurched at him. His thoughts scattered in an instant. Interrupted by ticklish shocks from all across his body, they surrendered to a crazed state of fight-or-flight. And his bondage ensured he had no capacity to do either.

“Bahahahaw hah hah ha ha!”

He arched his back up in a violent lurch before slamming back down against the mattress. Dragonite’s claw tips madly flicked and danced in his taut underarms. Yanking on the straps hard enough to make his muscles sore, he failed to bring his arms down for any kind of shielding. The ticklish violation of such delicate areas made him shake his head back and forth in a fit of giggly screams.

“N-nohahaho no please! Ahahaha hah!”

Ordinarily, something so severe would have demanded all of his attention. But the skin-crawling tickles at his feet proved more than enough to draw notice. His ankles dug into the sheets from kicking so hard. The straps, even though they were somewhat flexible, held his legs well enough to stop him from getting away.

Zangoose clutched one claw around the middle of his foot and scribbled his claw tips around. Raichu sat on his calf and gingerly scratched her hands up and down his sole in quick swipes. The coat of baby oil created an agonizing lack of friction; his flesh tingled as they played with it.

“Gahah! Ahahahaw hah hah! Oh wait! I c-ca-cahahahan’t!” Weavil sobbed.

Casting an amused look over his shoulder, Dragonite motioned with his head. His two companions pounced. Their grasping hands wandered over Weavil’s torso. Squeezing, pinching, poking, kneading, petting. They dipped into the curves of his underarms. Jiggled the small bones of his ribs. Massaged his stomach, dimpling into the thin layer of fat there to titillate the underlying abdominal muscles. All the while, they giggled and taunted their hapless victim.

Dragonite walked to the foot of the bed to toy with Weavile’s paws. He held a hand at each of them, lightly flicking a single claw tip up each of their arches. They danced and wagged with every scrape. It was easy for the dragon to follow them, and he soon added his other claws to the tickling.

Weavile mewled with laughter under Dragonite’s skilled touch. While it was gentler than when Zangoose and Raichu had savaged his paws, it still left him in a helpless fit of giggles. Added to the brutal torture that was being inflicted on his upper body, having his feet tickled at the same time sapped what little strength he still had.

“Ahahahah hah hah! Please! Oh, please! Gwahahahaw!”

His chest ached from the prolonged bout of laughing. Tears welled up his eyes and dripped down to spatter against the pillow. By the time he noticed they had stopped, his body quaked from strain. He took a moment to catch his breath and blink the bleariness out of his eyes. Zangoose, Raichu, and Dragonite were all smiling at him.

“Not bad. You took it better than some. And you’re lucky you’ve got a cute laugh,” Zangoose said, ruffling the fur on his stomach.

Raichu stroked Weavile’s feathery crown, sighing. “Ah, I guess we give him some rest. For now. But next time, you come straight to us.”

“N-next time?” Weavile asked, perking up. “So I made it in?”

“Yeah. I don’t think your face is that red just from being out of breath. You had a good time, didn’t you?” Dragonite asked, his lips pulling up into a coy smile.

“Aheh heh...it was great,” Weavile responded.

Zangoose and Raichu slid their paws onto his chest, teasing their toes through the fuzz their. His lips parted and he let out a short sigh as he blinked at them. Lifting her foot to his muzzle, Raichu snickered.

“But you’re going to have to give all of our paws some more worship before we’ll untie you.”

Weavile smiled. He was going to like it here.