My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 5

The door swings wide open and a set of keys jingle against the small table next to the door. Olivia stands stunned by the sight of Cocho in his blob form on the floor and Rebecca ogling her own half-naked body in the mirror.

“What… What’s going on?” Olivia asks nervously. “Rebecca! What the hell are you doing here?”

“I can explain, Olivia…” Rebecca begins, holding out her hands cautiously to try and slow Olivia down.

“Then get to it because you are standing in my living room in your underwear! And you!” Olivia points a finger at Cocho who melts into a puddle on the living room floor. “What do you think you’re doing showing yourself to a stranger? You know how dangerous that could be for you!”

“Olivia, hold on now,” Rebecca tries to slow her verbal onslaught with a gentle tone. “It’s my fault. I came out here to drop in on you and Cocho made a mistake thinking I was you coming home and he started tickling me and… well… I… uhh…”

Rebecca loses her nerve and begins trailing off, not wanting to admit to her work acquaintance about her proclivities even if they do seem to share them. Olivia closes her eyes and seems to meditate on the situation she finds herself in. A coworker dropped by her house unannounced. Not unheard of, but still pretty weird. But to make matters worse, this coworker found her pet, who is a tickle monster, and is now nearly half naked in her house after… wait…

“Rebecca… Why are you in your underwear?” Olivia asks suspiciously. Rebecca blushes hard and looks down at the floor, her face brighter pink than her freshly tickled sides. “Cocho?... Cocho, did you tickle Rebecca?”

Cocho’s eyes get wide and he nods his head semi-sheepishly.

“And… and you’re ok with that, Rebecca?” Olivia asks.

“Well… Um… Ye-... Yeah…” Rebecca mumbles, still eyeing the floor.

Olivia’s chest swells and her stomach feels like it’s full of butterflies.

“THAT’S WONDERFUL!” Olivia shouts, dropping her awkward and frustrated demeanor for a cheerful and friendly tone, grabbing Rebecca around her bare waist and hopping up and down while hugging her tightly. She holds Rebecca at arm’s length warmly and says, “I’ve been desperate to tell someone… ANYONE about Cocho and how fun it is to be tickled by him!”

Olivia lets out a girlish squeal and wraps her arms around Rebecca again, spinning around in circles and hopping. They must seem like a strange pair right now, Olivia hugging Rebecca close while she’s dressed in her casual office clothes and Rebecca unsure how to react in her skimpy underwear.

“So! What did you think? Isn’t it just wonderful?” Olivia is ecstatic to finally be able to discuss her love for being tickled with someone else, especially someone who shares the same passion for it as she does. After all, someone willing to be tickled by Cocho and not immediately run out of the house screaming must love being tickled, right?

Rebecca blushes and, with a smile, remarks, “He’s amazing! I couldn’t move at all and he just kept tickling and tickling and I was laughing so much and struggling as hard as I could! I even got my armpits tickled and I almost never get my armpits tickled since they’re just so ticklish most of the time I slip out of the restraints or grip of the person tickling me, but Cocho just held on and tickled me so silly I could hardly stand it!”

Rebecca and Olivia share a simultaneously bewildered and enthralled look as they realize they have found an amazing friend in whom to confide. Each of them love being tickled and quickly understand that they can share this experience together.

“Cocho?” Olivia approaches the black puddle on the floor with a look he knew all too well. “How would you like to have two ticklees at one time?”

As Olivia finishes her sentence, Cocho’s currently melted body pops back up and takes its usual blobby shape with large yellow stars for his eyes and a wide, white smile. Rebecca looks stunned by Olivia’s suggestion to the tickle monster. They just found out about each other’s affinity for tickling and yet Olivia is suggesting they be tickled silly by her tickle monster pet together. Olivia might be a bit more easy-going than she seems at work.

“If it’s ok with Rebecca, maybe you could tickle us together?” Olivia shifts her gaze to Rebecca with an eager look that was almost begging for Rebecca to say yes.

“I would love that!” Rebecca blurts out almost immediately. She flicks her gaze back and forth from Olivia to Cocho and back, over and over. She’s unable to contain her excitement.

“I can do that. Rebecca, are you ready for a second round?” Cocho teases her, smiling devilishly and wiggling several fingers in the air attached to pitch black tendrils that jut out from his amorphous body. Rebecca nods her head vigorously, raising her arms in the air to offer her exposed body to the masterful tickle monster. “Olivia, you’ll need to get dressed.”

“How about undressed?” Olivia remarks sarcastically, quickly stripping off her button-down and skirt to reveal her pink bra and black panties underneath. “Will this do for now?”

“Perfect,” Cocho replies, reaching for each of his tickle toys with four tendrils each. Rebecca, who didn’t get any lower body attention during her recent tickle torture, is held by Cocho’s tendrils in a hogtie position, Cocho suspending her by her ankles and wrists. Her belly is stretched taut by her position, her feet sticking up in the air and her wrists restrained behind her back. Cocho holds her gently, but firmly, in her hogtie position, eyeing her soft, milky soles. Cocho clutches Olivia in a superman position, also suspended above the floor. She is “lying  face-down” without anything actually beneath her. Cocho’s tendrils hold her wrists and ankles spread-eagle and gravity forces her toned tummy toward the floor, arching her back slightly and pushing her belly towards the waiting hands attached to tendrils which tickle the air beneath the suspended women.

Olivia casts an excited look towards Rebecca who stares down at the waiting fingers, tickling away at the air just a few inches away from their bared, defenseless midriffs. She’s also unaware of the feather-shaped appendages Cocho has flicking the space just above her soles.

At least, she was unaware of them.

Rebecca breaks nearly immediately due to the surprise of having her soles tickled so abruptly.

“Heeheeheeheehee No faihehehehehair!” she protests through her ticklish giggles. The feathers glide along her ticklish soles back and forth, quickly flitting and skittering across her smooth feet from heel to ball, flicking back and forth as they travel slowly up and down along her ticklish, now wrinkled in an attempt to escape the tickling, soles. Rebeccca begins swinging slightly side-to-side as the feathers continue their ticklish work, Olivia delighting in watching her ticklish squirming and giggling.

“Nahahahahaha, stohahahahahop!” Rebecca pleas rather insincerely. Cocho remembers her begging for more during their last session. No way is he going to let her get away with begging for mercy now. The feathers speed up and Rebecca’s pleas are submerged under a flood of ticklish giggles. She scrunches her toes as much as she can, hoping to reduce the ticklishness of her feet with her squirming and scrunching, but Cocho wraps tiny tendrils around each of her toe stems and pulls gently back, locking her soles completely taut as he continues tickling her feet without any mercy using his feathery plumes.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle Rebecca! And don't worry, Olivia, I haven't forgotten you." Man, Cocho could really get sadistic in the middle of a tickle session.

As he finishes his gentle threat, two of the tendrils beneath Olivia spawn feathers and flick them in the air just beneath Olivia's bare stomach. Olivia watches as they approach and begins to suck in her tummy as much as she can as the feathers get closer and closer, continuing their ticklish dances in the air, until she can't retreat any further!

"Heeheeheeheehahahahaha!" Olivia begins squirming and laughing alongside Rebecca. Her giggling quickly transforming into ticklish laughter as the feathers tickle her bare sides. They wiggle along her sides, each ticklish frond feeling like a thousand gentle tickling fingers that give her bare midriff so much attention all at once that it's almost overwhelming. Olivia pulls hard against the tendrils restraining her in the air, but when she does, she only allows her tummy to move forward more into the ticklish plumage below, elevating the ticklish torture even more!

“Plehehehehehease tickle meheeheehee!” Rebecca begs, the feathers tickling her feet failing to satisfy her desperation for intense tickle torture. She watches Olivia’s bare sides be tormented by the feathery plumage barraging her sexy, underwear-clad body.

Cocho shifts his focus to Rebecca’s outstretched tummy, reaching a multitude of wiggling fingers towards the bare skin. Rebecca’s hogtied position provides no opportunity for protection from his tickle-happy whims, the fingers at the end of his many tendrils wiggling menacingly just millimeters away from her ticklish skin. Rebecca giggles as the finger taunt her ticklish tummy, her anticipation building as butterflies collect in her stomach. Her giggles increase as the fingers move closer to her stomach and they nearly subside as they move away, Cocho teasingly moving his hands back and forth, closer and then further from her stomach as her giggles rise and fall in sync with his taunting.

Finally, Cocho strikes, his wiggling fingers making contact with her bare, ticklish flesh and digging into her firm, ticklish belly. Cocho's fingers swirl around and around, traveling up and down her smooth tummy as she roars with laughter and babbling pleas for the ticklish torture to continue even more ruthlessly.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHO OHAHAHAHON MAHAHAHAHAKE MEHEEHEE SQUEAHEEHEEHEEAL!" Rebecca pleads, the ticklish sensations on her exposed midriff eliciting hysterical shouting, uproarious laughter, and desperate thrashing from the sexy blonde. Cocho's fingers continue their deep wiggling in Rebecca's hyper ticklish tummy, spinning around and around her wide navel and kneading her skin as if it were a firm dough. Cocho's fingertips feel like ticklish magic as he continues tickling and tickling and tickling, Rebecca's cries for more becoming less and less coherent as she descends into the depths of ticklish bliss, uninterrupted ticklish laughter flowing through her entire body and out into the otherwise quiet house ("otherwise quiet" meaning without the musical symphonic laughter of two tickle-obsessed beauties being tickled to hysterics by a creature whose sole purpose seems to be tickling).

Rebecca closes her eyes as her ticklish laughter finds a wonderful rhythm, seemingly harmonizing with Olivia’s currently more gentle giggles with feathers tickling her twitching sides. Cocho switches it up with Olivia and morphs his tickling feathers into hands, moving his tickling from her sides to her armpits, lightly spider-tickling her outstretched hollows. Her Superman position provides no protection for any of her most ticklish spots and Cocho’s relentless tickle torture has weakened her struggling a bit, causing her to be slightly limp in his powerful grasp. Her laughter fills the air alongside Rebecca’s, her bare armpits gently tickled by Cocho’s tireless fingers. He structures these fingers after a woman’s with long nails, the spider-tickling maddening to the ticklish brunette, her short brown hair falling around her face that remains locked in a state of perpetual laughter. Her eyes are closed as she loses herself in the tickling, her armpits a prime target for the brutal tickle torture from the tickle monster. She tugs against her bonds weakly, unable to muster the strength to truly fight back anymore as she is tickled silly on her defenseless armpits. The fingers lightly tap and gently scratch against her smooth, ticklish skin, forcing frenzied laughter from her ticklish body. She squirms side-to-side, twisting her midriff up and scrunching her armpits as much as she can, but it’s no use. Cocho is just too strong for her to escape.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE MUHUHUCH MOHOHOHOHO!” Olivia can’t even finish her sentence as ticklish laughter takes over, Cocho’s spider-tickling having continued for several minutes and he has yet to slow his relentless kneading of Rebecca’s pink belly.

“Then it’s finale time!” Cocho responds, moving his fingers towards Rebecca’s armpits and his other fingers towards Olivia’s belly. Two hands maneuver themselves into Rebecca’s armpits, Cocho repositioning Rebecca to an “I” position rather than the hogtie so he can easily access her most ticklish spot. Olivia is also moved upright from her Superman position into an “I” position, Cocho strategically placing three hands around her tummy: one over her navel rising from between her legs and the other two around each of her sides and positioned just on each side of her belly button. Each girl is slightly slick with sweat and their hair sticks to their foreheads. Their cheeks are pink from laughing so much and the spots Cocho just finished tickling, Olivia’s armpits and Rebecca’s tummy, seem to glow a bright pink. Each of them are gasping for breath with wide smiles on their faces. They look at each other and admire each other’s bodies, each in their “I” positions wearing skimpy underwear and shimmering with a thin layer of perspiration.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” They both roar with ticklish laughter as Cocho begins his final ticklish torment targeting Rebecca’s armpits and Olivia’s belly and belly button. He uses his fingernail technique on Rebecca’s armpits, lightly tapping his sharp claws all over her ticklish, completely stretched out, and vulnerable hollows. He is extremely precise in his motions, keeping his claws at just the right pressure to exact the most ticklish torture Rebecca has ever experienced. Olivia locks her eyes on her blonde ticklee friend and can’t believe how ticklish she looks on her armpits, even through the ticklish torment she receives on her own belly. She can’t look away from Rebecca’s ticklish frame until Cocho pries her eyes away with a swirling finger in her ticklish navel. Olivia tosses her head back quickly and lets out an ear-piercing ticklish scream that morphs into hysterical ticklish laughter. Her eyes shut tightly as ticklish tears stream down her cheeks almost immediately, her mouth drawn wide open as laughter rushes out like a burst dam. Cocho’s tickling fingers on her belly gently dig into her abs, tickling away at her sensitive nerves and compelling raucous laughter from the brunette. His finger in her navel swirls and swirls, tickling against the small knot at the bottom of her deep belly button and scratching lightly against the walls of her ticklish oval. Rebecca’s laughter is completely uninterrupted despite her desire to continue begging for an even more intense ticklish torture. Her arms are held perfectly over her head for Cocho to tickle away at her tightly gripped armpits. She lies limp in his strong hold as he tickles and she laughs wildly. Her eyes locked tight as ticklish tears stain her cheeks, her face flushed with ticklish laughter and her armpits quickly turning a bright pink from Cocho’s merciless tickling.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINK!” Olivia screams, desperate for the ticklish torture to end. Cocho ceases his tickling of both girls and lets them catch their breath, each one gasping for air as his once tickling fingers retreat into the rest of his black, blob-like body.

“Whew…” Rebecca sighs between two deep breaths. “That was… intense!”

“You’re telling me! Cocho, you were ruthless! You’ve never tickled me quite like THAT before,” Olivia remarks, her chest still heaving from having laughed so hard for so long.

“It’s hard not to tickle torture you two…” Cocho replies, setting them down now that they seem a bit more stable.

“Are you ok, Rebecca?” Olivia asks her newfound friend.

“Yeah, definitely! I could go for some more, in fact!” responds the insanely ticklish blonde.

“Oh really?” Olivia replies mischievously. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be in Cocho’s shoes. Doing the tickling? Maybe Cocho and I could both get our fingers on you. If you're ok with that, of course.”

Rebecca’s eyes widen and her mouth quickly curves into a huge smile.