Ameymoo's Request

The Tickle Masters were surprisingly not after anyone today. Nobody had sent a request for tickling, nor had they got notice of anyone being a bit naughty as of recent. So they decided to take advantage of the nice weather and spend the day outside. They're currently on a walk in the park, where our story begins….

"Nice day today, isn't it?" Shane remarked to Ren, smiling. She smiled back and nodded, one of her hands lightly rubbing her stomach.

"Yeah. If it ever gets this nice out again, we'll have to take Tickle Junior here to the children's play set." Ren giggled slightly at the thought. It had been decided that until they found the gender of the baby, and named it, Tickle Junior would be how they referred to it.

"Hehe, sure." Shane grinned at his girlfriend, then frowned slightly as he looked over her shoulder. "Hey, who's that?" He pointed about half-way across the park, where a young teenage boy sat in the shadows of a tree. He looked to be about thirteen, with long black hair hanging over his left eye. His outfit consisted of a black tunic with white tights. But what really caught their eye was the scowl that seemed to be stuck firmly on his lips.

"Well, doesn't he look friendly?" Ren muttered sarcastically, her eyes trained on the boy. After taking a quick scan around the park, she noticed there wasn't many people, so it should be safe enough to get the job done, if they moved him.

Seeming to read her mind, Shane began strolling over to the boy, taking quick, long steps. Ren followed behind, staying a few feet away.

"Hey! It's been a long time man!" Shane grinned and waved at the emo teen as if they were old friends. The boy looked up, and his eyes showed confusion.

"Who are- Ugh!" He was cut off as Shane's arm suddenly swung around his shoulders and pulled him closer, as if he were giving him a side-hug.

"So what's your name, kid?" He asked, smirking as he started "leading" the boy to a more secluded part of the park.

"Jet, and who are you?!" Jet demanded, struggling some more. Shane tightened his grip, and Ren came over to help, also putting an arm around him.

"You'll find out soon enough." Was all they said, dragging him to a grassy area of the park surrounded by trees. It was very private, and well hidden, perfect for what they were about to do. A few jump ropes that had been left behind by someone were quickly used to bind Jet's ankles and wrists, and he was pinned down despite his fierce struggles.

"Hey! Let me go now!!" Jet shouted at them, his former scowl deepening. "Who do you think you are?!" The Tickle Masters took this as their cue, and sat down on either side of him, tickling intent in their eyes.

"I'm Ren." She lifted up his tunic to reveal a bare torso.

"And I'm Shane." Shane removed the boy's footwear.

"We're the Tickle Masters." The two spoke in unison. Jet eyes widened slightly, and he struggled harder, seeming more annoyed and angry.

"You're going to tickle me? Let me go, I hate being tickled!!"

"You do, huh? Well, that's too bad." Ren smirked.

"'Cause we plan on tickling you until you're in a better mood." Shane stated teasingly, and poked the emo in the ribs for emphasis.

Jet jumped, jerking to the side in response. "Hey!" His complaints were ignored, however as the Tickle Masters got to work. Ren took over the rib tickles, while Shane grabbed the boy's ankles in a headlock and started tickling his feet.

"Hey! Hey-ahaahahahahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahahahap!" Jet's protests broke into a mess of giggles, which was quite amusing to see.

"Aww, the little emo boy is ticklwish?" Ren taunted, giving him a quick tweak to the armpit. Jet laughed and tried to glare at her.

"Quhihihihit it! I hahahahahahate behehehhehheheeing tickled!" He snapped, struggling harder. "Oh gahahahahahahad, stahahahahahap!!" He half-shrieked when the tickling worsened, the attacks becoming quicker.

Shane stopped momentarily to grab a tool from their bag. He pulled out a spinning electric toothbrush, and waved it in Ren's direction so she and Jet could both see it. Jet continued to glare, but a spark of fear lit in hi eyes when Ren gave Shane a thumbs up of approval. Shane grinned and switched the tool on, then pressed back Jet's curled up toes, running it against the sensitive skin underneath.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Jet howled, screaming threats as his face became a rich pink. "ST-STAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAP!"

The two masters shared a look, then Ren grabbed a feather and stroked it against the boy's defenseless right armpit. She tickled his other one with her free hand, noting that his skin had begun to form sweat.

"EHEHEHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA! STOP! I HAAHAHAHAHHAHAHATE BEHEHEHEHEHEHEING TIHIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHCKLED!!!" Jet cried out once more, hoping that repeating this fact would make them stop, or at least have someone hear and come save him from these two loons.

"We know you do, but we can't stop until you're happy." They reminded him, still tickling.

"AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA I'M HAHAHAHAHAHAHAPPY! SEEEHEHEHEHEEHEHE HAAHAHAHAHAHAPPY?!" Tears formed in the corners of his eyes, falling down his cheeks as he laughed and thrashed.

Shane chose this moment to lightly tickle the boy's quivering stomach. Immediately Jet screamed with ballistic laughter.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!" He begged, turning redder than before as he screamed. Both the masters stopped, leaving him a chance to catch his breath. "Let…me….go…" He demanded weakly, his voice somehow still managing to hold some malice.

"No can do. You're not happy yet, and I think there's one more place to help change that." Ren remarked. Secretly, the Tickle Masters had given up on the idea of cheering the emo up, and instead decided to switch to the idea of just tickling him for fun. As well as a lesson in laughter.

Jet knew what spot they meant next, and his right eye-the one that wasn't covered-widened. "N-No!" He started to protest, but soon dissolved into laughter as Ren and Shane both attacked his stomach with quick fingers.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHASE!!" The tears that had dried up while Jet was taking a break were flowing freely once more, and his face returned to a bright red color. "NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

Ren and Shane grinned at the victim. Ren attacked different areas of his stomach, poking and wiggling her fingers against the sensitive flesh. Shane joined her, then grabbed the discarded toothbrush from before. Once switched on, he pressed it against Jet's bellybutton.

Jet's eyes bulged and he howled so loudly people might have mistook him for a wolf instead of a teen emo boy being tickle tortured. "EYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! AHAAHAHAHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHEHEHEAHAAAAA!!!" He thrashed and begged and howled with laughter. To his surprise, Jet actually felt a very small, deeply hidden part of him actually enjoying it a bit, like when parents tickle a child out of playfulness.

The tickling lasted almost an hour, and the sun had begun to set in the sky. Shane looked up, and nudged Ren, who noticed it as well.

"Well, looks like our times up here." Shane remarked as he untied Jet and handed him his footwear. "Maybe we'll see you again sometime." He stood with Ren and both left, Ren calling over her shoulder.

"Bye! Hopefully you're in a better mood next time!"

Jet sat up and watched the parents-to-be leave. As they disappeared from his view, a small smile spread against his lips.