Swindle's Revenge

“Swindle! What are you doing? Let me go!” Nighta cried, wriggling on the ground. She was lying on her belly, unable to move due to Swindle sitting on her lower back, pinning her to the ground. She huffed and tried to roll over, but none of her attempts to push Swindle off were successful. “Come on, Swindle! Get off!”

“No way,” Swindle protested with a grin. “This is payback for when you tickled me the other day.”

Nighta’s eyes widened. “No!” she cried. Swindle grabbed Nighta’s legs and tugged on them, pulling until her feet were only a few inches away from his face. He pinched the tops of Nighta’s lime green socks and peeled them off one by one, revealing her soft, pale feet.

“Tickle time!” Swindle exclaimed. Holding her ankles together in one hand, he ran his fingers up and down Nighta’s left foot, brushing against her heel, then her arch, then her sole, before sliding his fingers in between each of her toes.

“Swihihihindle no! Nohohoho!” Nighta giggled, squirming desperately underneath Swindle. She writhed back and forth, beating her fists on the ground as she laughed and snorted helplessly. “Thahahahat tihihickles! Lehehet me gohohoho!”

Swindle pulled a long, downy blue feather out of the pocket of his dark black jeans. “I don’t think so,” he said, waving the feather in Nighta’s face. “Not until I’ve had my revenge! And this feather can help me get it.”

“Noohohohohoho!” Nighta howled.

Grinning widely, Swindle held the feather between his fingers and skimmed it over the bottoms of her ticklish feet. “Ahahahahahahahahahahaha! Nahahahahahahahaha, thahahahahat rehehehehehealleheheheheheheheee tihihihihickleehehehehehes! Swihihihihihindle, stahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahaha-” Nighta begged, wriggling her toes as Swindle trailed the feather up and down over her feet.

For a moment the tickling stopped as Swindle slipped the feather back into his pocket. Nighta lay on the floor, still giggling slightly as she tried to catch her breath. Before she could resume her attempts to escape, she saw Swindle reach into one of his other pockets. Nighta’s green eyes opened wide when she saw him pull out a soft, fluffy cinder weed, and she squealed, quickly trying to throw Swindle off of her back before he could use it to tickle her. “Swindle, no! No, don’t use that, don’t tickle me, please!”

“Nope,” Swindle replied. He waved the red cinder weed teasingly in front of Nighta’s face, pulling it away when she reached out to try and grab it. “You tickled me with a cinder weed so it’s only fair that I get to tickle you with one.” He gently brushed the cinder weed against the back of Nighta’s feet.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! SWIHIHIHINDLE NAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT MY FEHEHEHEHEHEEEET! STAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHA, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, HAAAHAHAHAHAHA!” Nighta cried, screaming with laughter as Swindle twirled the cinder weed in between her toes. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

Swindle dragged the cinder weed back and forth over Nighta’s feet. “NOHOHOHOHOOO! SWIHIHIHIHIHINDLE STOHOHOHOHOP! ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUT THEHEHEHERE!” Tears began to run down Nighta’s face as she squirmed, her entire body quivering with helpless laughter. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHE-”

“Well,” Swindle pulled the cinder weed away from her feet with a grin, “if you really mean anywhere...” Before Nighta could say a word, Swindle flipped her over so that she was lying on her back. Swindle sat on her legs, pinning her to the floor, and with one hand he pinned her wrists up above her head. “Lucky for me your shirt doesn’t cover up your armpits. Coochie coochie coo!”

“Nooohohohohohoho!” Nighta laughed loudly as Swindle wiggled the cinder weed in her armpits, which were indeed bared by her thin-strapped tank top. “Swihihihihindle, thahahahat tihihihihicklehehehehehehes! Stahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahaha-” she twisted from side to side on the ground, trying to escape the cinder weed that was torturing her hypersensitive skin. Though Nighta was no longer crying, her cheeks were bright red. “Nahahahahahahahahaha!”

“Ready, belly?” Swindle said, taking the cinder weed away from Nighta’s armpits as he pulled up the hem of her purple tank top, revealing her soft, flat, pale belly. “Here come the tickles!”

“Waahahahahahahahahaha! Ahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahaha, hahahahahahahahaha! Haaahahahahahahahaha, ahahahahahahahahaha!” Nighta cried, writhing as Swindle stroked her belly with the cinder weed. “Nohohohohoho, nono dohohohohon’t-” She screamed with laughter as Swindle dipped the cinder weed into her sensitive belly button and swirled it around. “Pleheheheheheheheheeeease!”

Finally, Swindle took the cinder weed off of Nighta’s belly and put it back in his pocket. “There,” he said with a smirk. “The next time you feel like tickle torturing me, just remember that I can tickle back.”