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My Pet, the Tickle Monster (Introduction)
🕑 Added 2024-02-20 19:56:03 +0000 UTCNight time is so very still in the rural area in which Olivia lived. Crickets chirp, frogs croak in the little creeks nearby, and owls ask their silly questions all night long. The trees are always swaying and leaves are always chattering in the breeze, the quiet sounds of the woods like a blanket of gentle white noise that make it easy to sleep soundly.
Olivia is just getting ready for bed. She places her necklace delicately on the small dresser in her bedroom. Her little house isn't much. But it is more than enough for an administrative assistant who lived by herself. And she likes the country. It's quiet. And secluded. She can forget about work and social demands that constantly bugged her when she was in the city. She can just unplug and relax.
Olivia eyes herself in the mirror. Her bobbed brown hair frames her face quite well and her eyes matched the dark chocolate locks. She stands about 5' 5", not too tall, but not as short as some other women she knows. But there's a lot about her life that is different from other women she knows. At least, she assumes as much.
As she lifts off her top, preparing to sleep in nothing but a crop top and her underwear, something rumbles under the bed. A low growl rolls from the bedframe and Olivia's dresser begins to rattle slightly from the low frequency. She stops and looks back at her bed, slightly irritated.
"At least let me get ready for bed first…" Olivia whines playfully. A smile spreads across her face as she teases whatever it was that was growling at her under the bed. The low rumbling stops and Olivia finishes her nightly routine: putting on her crop top and dropping her pants on the floor next to the grumbly bed. Her teeth freshly brushed, her face freshly washed, and her body freshly moisturized meant her routine was over and she flipped the switch of her bedside lamp off, rolling over on her queen-size bed for a good night's rest.
"Did you think I'd forget?" a low voice rumbles from beneath the bed.
"Mayyyyyyybe," Olivia taunts the voice, pretending to be ignorant as to what it wants. She rolls over on her back and looks up at the darkness above her. A bright white smile spreads right over her, so bright it was visible in the darkness. Two large, glowing green eyes seem to illuminate the room as they stare back down at Olivia. It was an intimidating sight. And Olivia would have been terrified had she not known the monster under her bed. And what he wanted from her.
"Pleeeeeease, just for a little bit?" the intimidating voice from before melted into a whiny childlike tone. "I'll just be quick, I promise!"
"Oh, you know you'll always get your way," Olivia winks up at the immense creature standing over her in the darkness as she quickly boops what might be called a snout with her right index finger. "Okayyy, how do you want me?"
"Oh, I can take care of that!" the childlike voice proclaims confidently. As it does so, Olivia feels movement beneath the covers she's under, slowly moving up from her thighs towards her hips and beyond. She feels two large hands rest on her soft sides right between her ribs and hip bones.
"So, that's how it's gonna be tonight, huh?" she smirks, knowing full well that's pretty much how it always is when Cocho says he'll be quick. And he definitely won't be quick. But Olivia will indulge him anyway.
The two hands begin wiggling their five fingers against Olivia's sides, squeezing just a little against her smooth skin.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" the childlike voice teases from the dark. That's right. The intimidating monster that lived underneath Olivia's bed…
…was the Tickle Monster.
The fingers continue their gentle caresses, causing Olivia to squirm ever so slightly. She holds back her laughter as long as she possibly can. She started doing that since the night she met Cocho. After all, it was a point of pride to hold out laughter on the Tickle Monster. It was basically what he was best at. But there was only so much of his talented tickling that she could tolerate before breaking. But he enjoyed the teasing before the torture. And he didn't always go to tickle torture. But again, it's hard for him not to.
It's what he's best at.
Those wiggling fingers begin to tickle a little bit harder on Olivia's sides and her squirming turns to tossing. Her crop top leaves her sides completely exposed, and Cocho is extremely talented at utilizing different tools and tactics. Especially with his shape-shifting abilities.
Yep. The Tickle Monster can shape-shift.
Cocho's fingers continue tickling away at Olivia's bare sides, kneading them rougher and rougher until finally, it was tickle time.
His tickling fingers dive right in to the soft flesh of Olivia's oh-so-ticklish sides. And this is where he knows she'll reach her breaking point. She always does.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Olivia breaks out into raucous ticklish laughter, screaming and struggling to break free from Cocho's tickling fingers, but they're impossible to escape. He's just going to keep tickling, tickling, tickling until he's decided he's had enough fun. And Olivia could take a lot of tickling.
She's had Cocho for a couple of years now, and they've played this game pretty much every night since then. Of course, the tickling tended to change from night to night. Sometimes, he'd want her feet. Sometimes, her stomach. Sometimes, her armpits. Sometimes, he'd restrain her, and other times, like tonight, he'd let her struggle and squirm. But he was always kind. And she would always take it with a smile.
"NOHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOT MY SIHIHIHIHIDES! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!" Olivia howls with laughter as Cocho's hands relentlessly tickle away at her sides. She clamps her hands on his wrists and pushes as hard as she can, but it's no use. He's just so strong and so determined to tickle her that it would take a tow truck to get him away. She knows he can easily overpower her. But her ticklish mind can't help but fight back anyway.
So, she pushes against his tickling hands at her sides as hard as she can. And he just keeps on tickling her. Laughter echoes throughout the house. Hell, if anyone lived within a mile of her, they would definitely hear her screams of ticklish laughter and call the cops. Thankfully, pretty much all the land around her small lot was owned by someone else who was never around. So, Cocho really had the perfect environment for a growing Tickle Monster: a secluded, quiet lair, and a damsel with whom he could entertain himself.
Cocho's tickling speeds up and Olivia's laughter becomes more panicked. She fights hard against his ticklish grip, but begins to lose strength as her mind is filled with nothing but the sensation of being tickled. Laughter fills her thoughts and her only hope of the tickling stopping is if Cocho gets tired. And he doesn't tire easily.
Olivia's crop top rides up ever so slightly and Cocho takes advantage immediately. The hand he uses to tickle Olivia's right side moves like lightning up to her ribcage, slightly more exposed now that her crop top has risen a bit. Her howls of laughter increase tenfold. A hurricane of ticklish laughter rumbles throughout the whole house, a musical cascade of uncontrolled mirth and pleas for mercy. Olivia's exposed ribs and sides find no mercy as the Tickle Monster continues his merciless exploitation of their excess sensitivity, lightly and quickly tickling like a master along Olivia's delicate ribs, and kneading like a world-class tickle-king in her unprotected sides.
Then, a question Olivia has heard often is proposed in the midst of all this ticklish torment: "Olivia… may I?"
Olivia didn't even notice, but her short crop top had ridden up even more, revealing the bottom of her left breast. Olivia knows this would be even more of a torture than she is currently enduring, but she enjoyed being tickled and Cocho was so sweet about it all the time.
"Of course you can, Cocho."
As the words leave her lips, Cocho's hands race towards Olivia's unfettered breasts. He tickles lightly over them at first, using what feels like the most gentle touches along her sensitive boobs, dancing like ballerinas all over her glorious mounds. Olivia was endowed enough for someone her size. But Cocho couldn't help but tickle anywhere that caught his eye in the moment. It's what he's best at.
The light, swift tickles slowly morphed into something a little more rough. Olivia didn't really understand how Cocho worked, she just knew that his instinct for tickling was unmatched. Well, at least, she assumed it was. She wasn't tickled as a kid and didn't usually have a ton of friends around even through college and her adult years. She didn't even know what the sensation of being tickled was until she found Cocho. But that's a whole other story for another time.
The ticklish torture on her delicate mounds suddenly filled her brain. Cocho quickly tickled and tickled all over her ticklish boobs, making them bounce both from his own tickling and from Olivia's still constant struggling.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, Olivia! Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle…" he just kept repeating it over and over again. The word enhanced everything about every tickle torture experience Olivia has ever been put through with Cocho. Especially with the way he said it. And with the way he tickled her. And everything about it was so fun and he was so innocent. He just loved to tickle. And she just loved to be tickled. And that was more than enough to keep both of them happy.
"AAHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! COCHOHOHOHOHO PLEEHEHEHEHEEASE STOHAHAHAHAHAHOP!" Olivia finally breaks through the noise of her own laughter and Cocho slows his tickling.
"Did I go too far, Olivia?" Cocho shrinks back with his head down, fearing he'd upset his friend.
"*huff* *huff* No, Cocho… *huff* you're ok… *huff* I was having fun but… *whew* that tickled SO much… *huff*"
"So, Cocho is a good tickler?" Cocho asks with wide eyes and a happy expression on his face. Even in the darkness, it's easy to tell he was getting excited. It felt almost like a dog wagging its tail.
Olivia spends a few more seconds catching her breath before muttering, "Cocho is a VERY good tickler."
"Yay!" Cocho rejoices and snuggles up behind Olivia like a lap dog, getting as close as he can to his caretaker. "Cocho really likes tickling Olivia."
"Olivia likes being tickled by Cocho," Olivia giggles.
And soon, both of them let the white noise of the countryside wash over them. And they dreamt of more tickles and fun.
