Even handcuffed, Wolf O’Donnell tried to fight his way out from the iron grip of the two men leading him along the steel-walled corridor of the Great Fox.
Fox McCloud tightened his hold on Wolf’s right arm. “Just quit it already. You’ve lost.”
“Save it, Fox,” said Falco. “This guy doesn’t know when to quit.”
A growl escaped from under his muzzled snout. Escape. That’s what he needed. Patience had never been one of Wolf’s strong suits, but for now he had no choice but to wait for an opportunity to present itself.
They passed through a reinforced door into the interrogation chamber and got to work securing Wolf to the thinly cushioned table in the center of the room. Cold blue light reflected off the polished metal cabinets of the seldom used compartment. One by one, padded cuffs grasped each of the prisoner’s limbs, not even sparing his head. He was pinned spread-eagle to the table. Wolf had expected to be stripped naked before the session, at least that’s how he would have done it, but he was still wearing his gray prisoner garments, not counting his eyepatch.
“You can leave now, Falco. Thanks.”
The bird cocked an eyebrow. “Are you sure you can handle him alone?”
Fox smirked. “I’d like to see him pull off any tricks tied down like that.”
Cocky bastard! Wolf pulled on the straps but there was no give. At least they were padded on the inside, yet another courtesy he would not have shown to his rival if the roles were reversed.
“Good luck, Fox. Call me if he starts acting up.” And Falco was gone.
For a second, an uncomfortable silence fell upon the chamber as Fox avoided looking at his prisoner. Wolf saw all the signs of someone inexperienced in the art of interrogation.
After a badly concealed deep breath, Fox finally broke the silence. “I guess I’ll have to take this off.” He took off Wolf’s muzzle.
“I will gut you, Star Fox. You and that birdbrain. And the kid and the old man, I’ll gut all of you.”
Fox chuckled. “Is threatening your interrogator really the best thing for you to do, right now?”
“Do I amuse you? Unstrap me and I’ll show you just how amusing I can be, Pup!”
“Not a chance.” Fox tapped the side of his eyepiece, evoking a holographic projection that phased into existence just above Wolf, forming the outline of a sprawling spacestation. Nestled deep within the blue traces of light was a single red dot, blinking. “You’re not going anywhere until you tell me about this.”
Wolf stared at the blinking dot, taking conscious effort not to show a visible reaction. How could they know? He thought. Did someone leak the plans?
“We know Andross is building something in a space station near the Sargasso Space Zone. You’re going to tell me what that thing is.”
“Bite me! I’m not telling you a thing!” Fox smiled again. That damn cocky smile that sent fire through Wolf’s veins and made him see red. He would’ve turned his head away ifhe could.
“That’s alright.” Fox said, shutting off the hologram. “We’ve got plenty of time to change your mind. How about we start with twenty thousand volts?”
“You’re bluffing.” Wolf hoped so, at least.
“Am I? You better be sure. Because if I’m not bluffing… I’m having fried wolf ribs for dinner.” He poked a gloved finger into the prisoner’s side to drive the point home.To their mutual surprise, Wolf tensed up and let out the faintest hint of a giggle. Fox’s grin was ear-to-ear. “My, my… I don’t believe it.”
“No!” Wolf said, flustered.
“The great Wolf O’Donnell…”
“Shut up!”
“…Might actually be…”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Ticklish!” The word cut through Wolf’s protests like a plasma blast through steel plating. Ticklish. No feared pilot could stand to be brought down by such childishmethods. Ticklish. Certainly not him! No way! That foxy bastard was just messing with his head. Ticklish. He felt an itch, that was all! He wasn’t ticklish!
“Ah-coochie coochie coo!” Fox dug his fingers deeper into his rival’s sides through the thin fabric of his shirt. A sudden torrent of giggles wanted to burst free from Wolf’slips, now half-curled into a forced smile.
No! It can’t be! I’m not really ticklish… am I? A part of Wolf still hoped this was all some twisted mind game his nemesis was playing on him.
“Let’s make this more personal.” Fox slipped off his black gloves and laid them neatly on top of each other on a table nearby. He pulled Wolf’s shirt up to his pectorals.“Your interrogation starts now, Giggles. You already know the rules.” He dug in.
“Grahahaha!”
Foxy fingers danced lighter than feathers over his toned abdominals, barely dimpling the skin under the gray fur but still setting its nerves on fire. Pain was not an issuefor Wolf, he could tough it out for a long time before showing any signs of breaking. Pridefully so. But this… this was different. The pink-hot blasts of titillation werenot something he’d learn to endure like pain. The fact that it was his sworn rival administering the torment only added insult to injury. Worse yet, his canine naturebetrayed him now of all times and made it so that the attention to his tummy was not entirely unpleasant.
Thankfully, it stopped. Wolf was out of breath.
Fox rummaged through a cabinet out of sight and came back holding a pen-like instrument. A laser cutter. Shutting his eyes, Wolf braced for pain as the tool was held to thecollar of his shirt but, instead of pain, there was only the smell of singed fabric as Fox cut open the shirt from collar to hem. He repeated the process with the sleevesbefore pulling the ruined garment from its wearer, fully baring his torso.
“Are you ticklish under your arms too, Giggles?”
“Piss off! And stop calling me ‘Giggles’, Pup!”
“You don’t know? Then let’s find out together!”
Wolf’s pits were indeed ticklish. Very ticklish.
“GRRAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
The audible confirmation only made Fox tickle harder, jabbing and pinching the soft sensitive skin. For Wolf, any painful torment would’ve been preferable to the electricitch inflicted upon his sensitive armpits. Maw wide open, he made sounds he didn’t think himself capable of producing, a child-like giggling two octaves above his regularbaritone voice. He saw a blurry image of his rival’s satisfied grin through tears of laughter. Bastard, he thought. Must. Not. Talk.
“It stops as soon as you talk, Giggles. Otherwise…” He hooked two fingers into each of Wolf’s armpits and scratched with a vengeance.
“NOHOHO! GAHAHAHA!”
It was unbearable. Humiliating. And… kind of hot?
The realization washed over Wolf like a wave of shame. He had never considered himself submissive by any standard, but being at the mercy of another man and brought down bysuch a seemingly harmless form of torture made him feel… strange. Was it because it was Fox tickling him? Regardless, torture was torture, and he wasn’t keen on revealingthe secrets of his employer. Andross did not tolerate failure.
The tickling halted and Wolf was left panting again. Fox paced to the end of the table and faced his feet, still clad in their shoes. He could guess why. First the rightshoe, then the left. A quick swipe up over the socked paws made Wolf pull up his legs by reflex. That was good enough for his tickler and so off came the socks.
“Cute paws. You had ‘em pedicured?”
“Shut up!”
He did have them pedicured. The nails were trimmed to perfection and the dark paw-pads were soft as velvet.
Fox wasted no time. He tickled both soles at once, scritching and scratching his pointy claws from heel to toes and back. Over and over again.
Wolf was both relieved and distressed. While his feet didn’t tickle quite as bad as his pits and belly, that really wasn’t saying much. The torment still wrung peals ofticklish laughter from his increasingly sore throat. His tormentor’s assault gravitated to his toes and the areas in-between which were more reactive than the rest of thefeet. Whenever Wolf tried curling his toes, Fox would simply pry them open and tickle underneath them, as if to punish the digits for impeding the torture.
The continued tickling was beginning to take its toll on Wolf, and his tightly sealed lips wanted to loosen up and spill a bean or two. He sweated. Annoyingly, a part of himwanted the torture to continue, to be ticklishly destroyed by Fox McCloud, and that part of him was becoming louder and louder.
“I think we’ll do your belly some more.”
Oh no. Please, not the belly! If you do that I’ll… I’ll get a…
Scribbling claws returned to his tummy, zig-zagging in random patterns. Wolf tensed up and closed his eyes, using all of his strength to keep his maw shut.
“You’re really ticklish here, aren’t you? Sooner you talk, sooner this ends.” His hands moved down to Wolf’s waist, fingers almost crawling under the waistband of hispants as they scratched and pinched.
More than ever, Wolf focused all of his mental energy into willing away the ticklish sensations that radiated dangerously close to his genitals. Must resist! Whateverhappens I can’t… get… a…
It stopped. Fox stared dumbfounded at the tent pitched under his prisoner’s pants and the small wet stain at its highest point.
…boner.
“Are you… getting off on this?”
Wolf didn’t answer. How could he answer? All he could do was avert his gaze and blush profusely. To his surprise, Fox pulled his pants down to the ankle straps and admiredhis girth.
“Gah! Y-You freak!” shouted Wolf, trying in vain to close his legs.
“You’re the one with a tickle fetish, Giggles.”
“I don’t have a tickle fetish!” …Right?
“Your boner says you do.” Fox chose another tool from the cabinet. “Let’s ask it, just to be sure.”
Wolf’s eyes widened as he identified the tool. An induction scrubber. A medical instrument used to test nerve response via direct nerve stimulation. It was literally designedto tickle. Terror washed over him as Fox brought it close to his cock.
A high pitched whine. Contact. Direct nerve induction.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHO! STOHOP PLEHEHEASE!”
The fine tip of the scrubber glided over his swollen glans, lodging itself under the frenulum and tracing circles around the opening of the urethra. The meat pulsed in rhythmwith Wolf’s accelerated heartbeat. He shook. Violently. The tool told the nerve clusters over his shaft that they inhabited the most ticklish cock in the Lylat system andthey reacted accordingly, relaying signals of pure ticklishness to their owner’s overtaxed brain. The copious amounts of pre-cum certainly didn’t help, lubricating thescrubber’s path as if to invite the tool to continue.
“I’m learning a lot of new things about you, today, Giggles. I bet you are too.” Fox teased his claws under Wolf’s scrotum while the scrubber tortured his cockhead. Wolfcould not bear to speak anymore, he could only muster hysterical laughter and desperate pleading. His shaft quivered.
What happened next surprised neither of them.
“Holy shit.” Fox’s cocky grin was back. “You do have a tickle fetish!”
Wolf’s ears were ringing from the mind-shattering orgasm. “A-Any guy will cum if you touch his dick like that!”
“Right. And any guy will pop a boner from being tied up and tickled.”
Wolf fell silent. Fox was right and he hated that. Deep down, he knew it was true. He hated having his newfound kink exploited by his sworn nemesis and he hated thecomplicated feelings that stirred within him. He wanted it to stop, but he also wanted to continue. He wanted to kill McCloud, but also kiss him. No time to think as Fox’sclaws returned to his armpits.
“Sorry, Giggles. No breaks for you.”
“Grr! Fox!! Bwahahahaha!”
Scratch. Pinch. Swipe. Poke. Fox launched a full-scale assault on Wolf’s sweat-slick pits, weaponizing the afterglow of his ticklegasm against him. The warmup was over, andthe real torture had begun. Wolf laughed.
“Talk!” Every touch was intensified tenfold. Each of Fox’s neatly trimmed claws felt like its own metal rake, violating the sacred sensitivity of those rarely exposedunderarms. Wolf was not so sure he could withstand this for much longer. “Talk!” Those rake-claws raked a path along his sides from ribs to hips and back up again. Wolfbucked and pulled on the straps. Useless. “Talk!” His toes were held back for the claws to dance their torturous dance unimpeded over the bare soles. Wolf started to reallyregret not going barefoot more often, or at least skipped a pedicure or two. Then he might’ve built some resistance to touch on his paws. No such luck now. Fox could’ve atleast let him keep his socks on. “Talk!” Claws on his belly. Again. That wonderfully unbearable sensation shook him. A perfect yin-yang of torment and bliss. His cock had notgone soft, and it quivered again. “Talk!”
“I LOVE YOU!”
Ropes of lupine semen matted Wolf’s fur. It took all of two seconds for both men to rationalize what had just come out of his lips.
Fox stared at him, dumbfounded. “You… what?”
Wolf wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He shut his eyes, for he had little liberty of movement to do anything else. His cheeks burned. His cock twitched. Everywheretingled.
He felt a damp cloth being pressed on his belly and saw Fox cleaning up the remnants of his orgasm, flustered. Neither of them said a word.
Fox turned away and held a finger to his eyepiece. “Falco, get up here asap.”
The ace pilot entered the interrogation room in record time. “What is it, Fo– Whoa, why is he naked?!”
“Just help me take him back to his cell.” The door of the prison cell slammed shut. Wolf could hear hushed whispers from the other side.
“I can tell when something’s bothering you, Fox.”
“I’m fine, Falco. Just need some time to… think. I’ll be in my cabin.”
Wolf rested on the thin mattress of his cell bed still and stared at the featureless ceiling. He was still naked. Confused, but happy he didn’t reveal Andross’s secrets.
Why did the fuck did I go and tell him that? ‘I love you’. He winced. As if. I said it just so he’d stop tickling me. Yeah. Tickling…
He recalled the sensations. The exciting restrictiveness of the straps and how exposed he felt. The moment Fox took off his shirt, baring his ticklish torso. And when heslipped off his shoes and peeled his socks from his paws. Wolf curled his toes. Best of all was when he lowered his pants and took the induction scrubber to the head of hiscock, tickling the cum out of his balls.
Before he realized, Wolf was pumping away at his bone. Sore as it was, he powered through. He closed his eyes and pictured Fox with his cocky smile, imagining his rivaltaking off his gloves and wiggling those neatly trimmed claws at him. Teasing him.
“Coochie coo, Giggles…” Wolf whispered under his breath, close to another orgasm.
He thought about the induction scrubber again and the excitement he felt when he saw it. Wolf covered his cock with the palm of his hand and came. He stared at that hand.
I look forward to the next interrogation, Pup.