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Charmeleon tend to be naturally cocky lil' sports, but this one takes the cake. Aiden frickin' Incendio, the most pompous son of a semi-automatic firearm I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing from afar. When a Charmeleon wears snazzy clothes that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe cabinet and has a blue tail flame, then you know he's gunna be a real treat. I mean, wow, what a prat. Who thinks he's too cool to be beat. Thinks he's too tough to be broken. Arrogant enough to agree to be strapped in and put to the test. Well, with the persuasion of a mild sedative, at least.
Welcome to anger management, Mr. Incendio~ Upon waking up in my specialized seat, arms strapped very securely over his head and feet clamped in tight stocks with the toes tied back, the swearing immediately began. He definitely requires my services with a tongue like that, gah-lee. I went ahead and flipped the first switch. Two mechanical hands sprouted out from behind the chair, scaring the 'Meleon half to death. They started gently stroking and brushing against his helpless pits, making him gasp sharply and shake. He gritted his teeth and his eyes went narrow. This is a good sign indeed~ Second switch, the fingers start vibrating. The finger pads are tipped with soft, nubby pads that are great for bare exposed skin, especially his, as he immediately started squawking and yipping with quick giggles, eyes widening as it hit him what was happening. This was literally the first time I'd ever seen this prick smile, so I felt I was on the right path. Third switch, the fingers start dispensing my patented Nerve Loob from little holes in the tips. Not that it was really needed, cuz he seemed hyper levels of ticklish already. But those rubbery fingers work best with some contact lubrication anyhow. Within a minute, he was screaming with curse-filled laughter. Such a tongue, my word. Well, his words technically. This was gunna be a long session I'd wager. After all, he's gotta go for a whole hour without swearing to graduate, and he hasn't stopped since we began.
Oh right, this was just his armpits. I've got two gorgeous feet at my mercy too~ If feet were a valid reason for arrogance, well then he just might be worthy, but fortunately it's not. So here he is. And lookie, a whole second panel just for the lower half! I stepped over to his feet, protected from the feral flamethrowers by a char-proof glass shield. I felt this would be a good time to test two of my new tools. First is a set of rolling brushes, stuck between his toes. They'll also dispense Nerve Loob from the holes in the center. If his feet are as ticklish as his pits, then it really won't be necessary. But really, I do love some intensity~ Next are a combination of nubby-rollers to sail back and forth, up and down on his feet in a pattern. I rubbed those things on my hand and they made me shiver. I can't imagine what they're like on feet! So let's find out, eh? I flip the first two switches at once, making the rollers spin and go to work on his left foot, while several hands were summoned for his other foot to give him a niiiice massage. His screaming laughter intensified, as well as his rampant cursing, which upgraded to level-three profanity right then. I didn't invent these hands, by the way, I jury rigged some massage machine for this. Hands are tricky things to design, yo. Some rubbery pads and a quick alteration to the programming, and a relaxing hardware quickly becomes a ruthless torture machine! Second and third switches flipped, all implements start spitting out Nerve Loob and the hands start vibrating. And not a minute later he was blasting out these gorgeous blue flames uncontrollably with each howling laugh he bellowed out. Aaaand now he's clawing up my furniture, fantastic. I'll just tack on an extra few minutes as penance for each groove he leaves in the stained wood.
Soon his sentences, made up almost exclusively of threats and profanity, turned into girlish pleas for mercy. Lookie there, the program is actually doing its job! I think another couple hours and he'll be a model citizen! If he can go a whole hour without cursing, that is. I'll be sure to let him know the conditions for his release though. In about an hour to two. Maybe. I'm having fun here, I've never seen such a ticklish lizard in my life. And with his caustic attitude, I don't feel too bad for him either~

(Oh hey, look! An alternate version with sheer sock-a-roos! sta.sh/018bxonks02u )

Behold, a delightful commission brought to you by the passionate and totally-not-ticklish (wink wink) Alan da Gatr! furrytickling This was more than a delight to work on, the passion that explodes from this Gatr's maw is just divine, so motivating. ^ω^

Aiden Incendio © furrytickling

Pokemon © Me. I'm the creator. All mine~ (But really, it's Nintendo and its underlings, loveyoudunsueplzkthxbai~)

Description
Charmeleon tend to be naturally cocky lil' sports, but this one takes the cake. Aiden frickin' Incendio, the most pompous son of a semi-automatic firearm I'd ever had the pleasure of witnessing from afar. When a Charmeleon wears snazzy clothes that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe cabinet and has a blue tail flame, then you know he's gunna be a real treat. I mean, wow, what a prat. Who thinks he's too cool to be beat. Thinks he's too tough to be broken. Arrogant enough to agree to be strapped in and put to the test. Well, with the persuasion of a mild sedative, at least.
Welcome to anger management, Mr. Incendio~ Upon waking up in my specialized seat, arms strapped very securely over his head and feet clamped in tight stocks with the toes tied back, the swearing immediately began. He definitely requires my services with a tongue like that, gah-lee. I went ahead and flipped the first switch. Two mechanical hands sprouted out from behind the chair, scaring the 'Meleon half to death. They started gently stroking and brushing against his helpless pits, making him gasp sharply and shake. He gritted his teeth and his eyes went narrow. This is a good sign indeed~ Second switch, the fingers start vibrating. The finger pads are tipped with soft, nubby pads that are great for bare exposed skin, especially his, as he immediately started squawking and yipping with quick giggles, eyes widening as it hit him what was happening. This was literally the first time I'd ever seen this prick smile, so I felt I was on the right path. Third switch, the fingers start dispensing my patented Nerve Loob from little holes in the tips. Not that it was really needed, cuz he seemed hyper levels of ticklish already. But those rubbery fingers work best with some contact lubrication anyhow. Within a minute, he was screaming with curse-filled laughter. Such a tongue, my word. Well, his words technically. This was gunna be a long session I'd wager. After all, he's gotta go for a whole hour without swearing to graduate, and he hasn't stopped since we began.
Oh right, this was just his armpits. I've got two gorgeous feet at my mercy too~ If feet were a valid reason for arrogance, well then he just might be worthy, but fortunately it's not. So here he is. And lookie, a whole second panel just for the lower half! I stepped over to his feet, protected from the feral flamethrowers by a char-proof glass shield. I felt this would be a good time to test two of my new tools. First is a set of rolling brushes, stuck between his toes. They'll also dispense Nerve Loob from the holes in the center. If his feet are as ticklish as his pits, then it really won't be necessary. But really, I do love some intensity~ Next are a combination of nubby-rollers to sail back and forth, up and down on his feet in a pattern. I rubbed those things on my hand and they made me shiver. I can't imagine what they're like on feet! So let's find out, eh? I flip the first two switches at once, making the rollers spin and go to work on his left foot, while several hands were summoned for his other foot to give him a niiiice massage. His screaming laughter intensified, as well as his rampant cursing, which upgraded to level-three profanity right then. I didn't invent these hands, by the way, I jury rigged some massage machine for this. Hands are tricky things to design, yo. Some rubbery pads and a quick alteration to the programming, and a relaxing hardware quickly becomes a ruthless torture machine! Second and third switches flipped, all implements start spitting out Nerve Loob and the hands start vibrating. And not a minute later he was blasting out these gorgeous blue flames uncontrollably with each howling laugh he bellowed out. Aaaand now he's clawing up my furniture, fantastic. I'll just tack on an extra few minutes as penance for each groove he leaves in the stained wood.
Soon his sentences, made up almost exclusively of threats and profanity, turned into girlish pleas for mercy. Lookie there, the program is actually doing its job! I think another couple hours and he'll be a model citizen! If he can go a whole hour without cursing, that is. I'll be sure to let him know the conditions for his release though. In about an hour to two. Maybe. I'm having fun here, I've never seen such a ticklish lizard in my life. And with his caustic attitude, I don't feel too bad for him either~

(Oh hey, look! An alternate version with sheer sock-a-roos! sta.sh/018bxonks02u )

Behold, a delightful commission brought to you by the passionate and totally-not-ticklish (wink wink) Alan da Gatr! furrytickling This was more than a delight to work on, the passion that explodes from this Gatr's maw is just divine, so motivating. ^ω^

Aiden Incendio © furrytickling

Pokemon © Me. I'm the creator. All mine~ (But really, it's Nintendo and its underlings, loveyoudunsueplzkthxbai~)