My Pet, the Tickle Monster: Chapter 3

"AHHHAHAHAHAHAHA! WHAHAHAHAT IHIHIHIS THIHIHIHIHIS??" a gorgeous blonde woman stands trapped in Cocho's grasp laughing and thrashing violently as his multiple hands tickle her sides and tummy, her wrists clasped above her head by pitch black tendrils protruding from the Tickle Monster's back. Cocho holds the poor, ticklish blonde from behind, tickling her mercilessly in the darkness of the isolated country home. Nobody is around to hear the ticklish woman's cries for help, her raucous laughter radiating helplessly throughout the pitch black woods.

"GAWHAHAHAHAWD STOHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT!" she cackles, pleading with Cocho who continues tickling, his excitement from his and Olivia's earlier session driving him to persist in his ticklish ministrations. His fingers scratch and dance across her ticklish belly and his other two hands knead deeply and gently in her soft, squirming sides.

After only a couple minutes, Cocho finally realizes that this woman's ticklish laughter was not Olivia's, but was completely unfamiliar to him. He ceases his tickling and reaches for the light switch next to them, keeping his grip on her wrists and locking her arms over her head as he does. Her gasping, panicked body heaves within his grip, the surprise of the tickle torture enhancing her ticklishness.

In Cocho’s grip stands an average-height young woman, maybe in her mid 20s like Olivia. Her golden hair drapes wildly around her shoulders and down her back, the longest strands reaching past her waist. Her slim figure still heaves slightly from the ticklish excitement, and her tight red and white top shows exactly how fit she is. Skinny jeans cling to her shapely thighs and calves, accentuating her curves. But the thing that is most striking about her despite her incredible figure is her eyes. Those gray, inviting eyes that Cocho finally sees when she looks back at the monster who clasps his tendrils around her up-stretched arms, making her stand on her tip-toes.

“Who are you?” Cocho inquires suspiciously.

“WHAT are you??” the blonde woman shrieks, unsure of whether to be terrified of the beast for his looks or for his apparent proclivity for torture.

“I asked first,” Cocho rebuts. The blonde woman lets out a low sigh, still trapped in the monster’s grip, and drops her head low.

She raises her head and tries to stay as calm as she can, “I’m Rebecca! I’m a friend of Olivia’s from work. Well, I guess you could call us friends. We talk a lot at work and she mentioned being free tonight, so I thought I would drop by. You’re not… Olivia?...” Rebecca remarks with a hint of horror. What if the person she thought she was talking to at work every day was actually… This??

“No! Olivia isn’t here. She had an emergency meeting for work,” Cocho explains.

“Oh, that’s what that text was for?” Rebecca chuckles nervously. Unfortunately, she blew off the meeting to come see Olivia. “I just kinda figured she was too cool to go to an emergency meeting about an overuse of paper clips or whatever it was.”

“What?” Cocho doesn’t really understand what Rebecca is saying right now. “You’re pretty weird, lady.”

“Hey! Right back at you, bub! And what the hell do you think you’re doing anyway??” Rebecca looks up at the tendrils holding her hands straight above her head. “Could you please let me go now?”

“Cocho was looking forward to tickling Olivia,” Cocho lowers Rebecca’s arms to her sides and she sternly crosses them just under her perky breasts.

“Well, I can’t believe you wou-... Wait… Did you just say ‘tickling Olivia’?” Rebecca quits her righteous indignation mid-sentence at this wonderful revelation. “Olivia’s ticklish?? I knew it!! She always struts in there in her cute skirts and tight tops and thinks I wouldn’t notice! I even saw her one day in the restroom, she was looking at some weird marks on her stomach and-...”

Rebecca suddenly had another revelation.

“You’re the thing leaving those marks on her?” Rebecca backs away instinctively. “It’s all starting to make sense now… She never wears tank tops to work or sleeveless dresses or anything. But I’ve seen some pink splotches on her underarms and stomach whenever she’s checking them in the mirror in the bathroom. What are you?”

“My name is Cocho. I’m Olivia’s pet tickle monster!” Cocho excitedly wags his tail and gives Rebecca a huge smile, his wide yellow eyes piercing the depths of her soul. “Say… You seem pretty ticklish…” Cocho suggests. If a pitch black tickle monster could blush, it’s safe to say Cocho would be blushing right now.

“Oh my god!” Rebecca hurls herself at Cocho who stands in a mixture of his dog form and blob form, causing him to instinctively wrap his tendrils around her and hold her in place against his amorphous body. “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TICKLE ME!!”

“Uhhh…” Cocho wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction. Especially since Rebecca seemed pretty upset at being tickled just moments ago. “Okayyy… Where?”

“Anywhere! Anywhere! It’s been so long since I’ve been tickled and I have been DYING to have a session again!” Rebecca wraps her arms as far as she can around Cocho’s ever-shifting body and holds onto him as if we were a giant teddy bear. “It’s especially bad on my armpits. OH! And my belly button! And even my butt!”

“Okay, I can…” Cocho is interrupted.

“OH WAIT! I was hoping Olivia would be here, but now I’m so glad she’s not!” Rebecca begins stripping away her shirt and shimmying her skinny jeans down her perfectly smooth legs. “Okay, I think I’m ready now!” Rebecca drops the jeans on the floor on top of her top and socks and shoes. She’s standing in her underwear now, a matching black set of bra and panties. She has visible abs and killer curves. Her entire body is smooth and a little pale. Cocho can’t wait to get his hands on her.

“But what about Olivia?” Cocho asks hesitantly, nervously eyeing the windows for her headlights to shine through.

“She can join us when she gets here! It’ll be sooooo fun! I had no idea Olivia was into this kind of stuff!” Rebecca excitedly grabs one of Cocho’s tendrils and begins wrapping it around her left wrist.

“Do you want to hold me like this?” she curiously tugs at Cocho’s limp tendril, trying to get him to strengthen his grip and continue his ticklish ministrations.

Cocho stands slack-jawed, completely stunned that this woman is reacting so non-chalantly to discovering a tickle monster in the house of a person to whom she doesn’t really seem all that close. But here she stands, glowing blonde hair, misty gray eyes, and smoking hot body, clad in her sexy black underwear begging the giant pitch black mass to entrap her and tickle her without mercy. Of course, Cocho’s main concern now is that she may not know exactly how much tickling he can dish out. What if she thinks she wants his all-out tickle torture and then she can’t handle even a minute of it? What if he scares her off? Another tickle toy besides Olivia might be fun if he can play his cards right. But he also will completely lose his chance if he moves too enthusiastically. He has to play it juuuuu-...

“I used to beg my old boyfriends, siblings, and even my best friends to tickle me silly when I was younger. Well, I say ‘younger,’ but it was a pretty big sore spot for my last relationship…” Rebecca paused for a moment, staring down at the carpet beneath her bare toes. “Anyway, go on! Give me all you got!”

She raises her hands over her head, stretching her slim tummy and standing on her tip-toes.

Cocho is taken aback by her forwardness and energy. Olivia was never this talkative. Nor was she really this enthusiastic about being tickled (even though Cocho knows she likes it). But Rebecca seemed happy, no… desperate to be tickled senseless by the tickle monster looming over her.

“Umm… Rebecca?...” Cocho begins stammering.

“Yeah?” she replies sheepishly, realizing she might have pushed a bit too hard just like she always does. She was never afraid to ask for exactly what she wanted.

“You know I am a tickle monster, yeah?” Cocho asks, making sure she understands what she’s getting herself into.

“Yeah?” she says almost sarcastically, although she didn’t mean it to be rude, but she did get tickled pretty intensely the moment she walked through the door, so she didn’t really see the point to this line of questioning.

“Okay… So, this is going to be really, really intense tickling. Think you can handle it?” Cocho asks nervously.

“One. Hundred. Percent.” Rebecca answers confidently, placing her hands on her hips triumphantly, as if she had slain some sort of dragon or monster. “Tickle me like you’ve never tickled anyone before, big guy.”

Cocho lets out a pleased sound that resembles a purr and wraps his tendrils around each of Rebecca’s wrists and ankles, bringing her hands up above her head and her ankles stretched spread eagle. His signature “upside-down Y” restraint position always worked on Olivia, so he had no reason to think it wouldn’t work on this blonde hottie as well.

“Alright, Rebecca! Here we go!”