Chapter II: Tit For Tat, Tenfold
A loud bang woke him up. The ship’s alarm blared and red lights flashed in the corridor outside of his cell. “Shield breach detected. Intruder on board,” boomed a robotic voice through the intercom.
Wolf jumped up from his bed and saw a figure on the far-end of the corridor through the window slit on the door of his cell. It moved soundlessly towards him. As the figure got closer, he began to make out the details of its form under the flashing red lights. Dark fur, round ears. Piercing yellow eyes and a single white stripe across the left cheek. Panther Caroso.
“The cunning fox finally ensnares the ferocious wolf.” Panther’s voice was a low purr, smooth as butter. “Poetic, wouldn’t you say so?”
“Just get this door open, Panther.”
The feline inserted a keycard in a scanner nearby and the cell door shot open, revealing Wolf in his birthday suit.
“Oh my. Dare I say you had some fun? Prrr~”
Wolf was entirely unfazed and made no attempt to cover his privates. “Did you bring my ship?”
The feline let out a purring laugh and spun on his heel. “Of course. Your Wolfen awaits in the hangar.”
“What about McCloud and his team?”
Panther flashed a fanged smile. “I took the liberty of flooding their chambers with anesthetic gas. You’ll find them beautifully trussed up on my ship’s cargo hold. Although their mechanic wasn’t in his chamber. I’m sure you can find him cowering inside a closet somewhere.”
Now it was Wolf who smiled. “The ones you’ve captured are good enough.” He walked with Panther to the hangar where two Wolfen space fighters stood ready to depart. Before boarding his ship, Wolf peeked into the spacious cargo hold of Panther’s fighter and grinned ear-to-ear at the sight of Fox McCloud, Falco Lombardi and Peppy O’Hare wrapped up in masterful ropework. He couldn’t wait to get home.
After docking with the hideout on Sargasso Space Zone and finding a change of clothes, Wolf dragged an unconscious Fox to one of the many torture chambers in the space station. He entered the spacious room, forgetting to lock the door. It had white walls and no windows, and looked fit to conduct sessions on multiple victims simultaneously, as evidenced by the multitude of racks, tables and chairs with straps in them. But Wolf wasn’t interested in any of these archaic means of restraint, he wanted flexibility. At the center of the room, on the floor, was a wide circular device that he placed his prey in the middle of before undoing his ropes. With the push of a button, beams of light shot from the device and wrapped themselves around his wrists and ankles, holding him spread eagle in mid-air. As his limbs were jerked into position, Fox began to regain consciousness.
“Hng… What…? Wolf? Wh-What is this?” As Fox came to, he pulled on the luminous cuffs but they didn’t budge even by a fraction of a millimeter.
“Hard light restraints,” said Wolf. “You’re not going anywhere, Pup.”
“Wolf! Where’s my team?!”
“Safe. For now. I’d suggest you behave if you want to keep it that way.” Upon saying this, Fox’s ears leaned back against his head. Wolf could smell the fear creeping into his prey as he realized the severity of his situation. It was intoxicating. “You had your fun with me on your ship, now it’s time I pay you back. Tit for tat.”
He pushed another button and the device shone with a blinding light before vaporizing every last shred of Fox’s clothes. His vulnerable body was on the leaner side but still boasted some muscles. The same yellow fur on McCloud’s cheeks was present throughout most of his body but lightened in color from his neck down to his crotch where it was mostly white around around his modestly sized genitals.
Wolf couldn’t resist any longer. He’d circled his prey for long enough, now it was time to go for the kill. He scratched Fox’s armpits with the tips of his gloved fingers.
“Wha–! Wait! Hnng–! Hehehehehe!” The vulpine broke into cute fits of giggling. Music to Wolf’s ears.
“You talk tough when you’re the one doing the tickling, Pup. But turns out you’re just as ticklish yourself!” He started groping Fox’s flanks, getting a high pitched screech every time he did. “Oh? I think I’ve found a sweet spot!”
“EEK! Haha– Wolf! P-Please! GAH! Hahahaha!” Fox tried in vain to form a coherent sentence. He wiggled to the best of his abilities within the restrictive hard light but Wolf’s hands tracked his shaking sides flawlessly. Wolf adopted a new pattern. He dragged his fingers up along Fox’s sides until he reached his armpits before drilling into the hollows and finally zigzagging down towards his flanks. His fingers took that same journey time and time again.
He licked his lips and relished the feeling of having Fox trapped in his clutches, naked and vulnerable, unable to resist whatever torments he decided to inflict. That tingly, devilish feeling was superior to the thrill of any hunt he partook in before. It made his cock twitch inside his increasingly tight pants.
I can see why the little bastard had so much fun with me before, he thought. My turn, now!
“Does it tickle, Pup? Just lower your arms if it does!” Wolf hooked his index and middle fingers into both of Fox’s tender pits before scratching furiously much like how Fox had done to him. The vulpine quickly broke into hysterical giggles, desperately trying to lower his outstretched arms to cover those sensitive hollows.
When Wolf finally withdrew his hands from the sensitive underarms, it was only to unglove and place them on Fox’s midriff. One hand invaded the belly button with a single finger while the other hand darted around at random between pectorals and abdominals, tormenting whatever ticklish areas it found. As much as Fox tried to suck in his stomach and wiggle his hips, Wolf’s keen reflexes allowed him to follow the ticklish skin with mechanical precision. Poking, prodding and scratching the sweetest, most un-pilot-like giggles from his rival. Drilling into his belly button seemed to result in particularly strong guffaws.
Wolf’s erection ached within the constricting pants of his uniform but he was too busy having the time of his life to notice, unlike Fox’s own emerging boner which he did take full notice of.
“Would you look at that! So much for teasing me about my so-called ‘tickle fetish’. You like it, don’t you, Pup?”
“W-Woholf! Thahat’s not–!”
“Fox McCloud, leader of Star Fox, ace pilot, and… ticklish puppy!” Wolf announced in a mockingly grandiose tone, his snout mere centimeters away from Fox’s own. He paused the tickling. “I want you to say it.”
“…W-What?”
“Say that you like it. That you like being tied up and tickled. That you’re nothing but a ticklish little puppy.”
“I–I…” Fox was too busy catching his breath to speak. When he did, he took a deep breath and looked Wolf in the eye, defiant. “I’m a fox, not a pup, Giggles!”
Wolf growled a growl that trailed off into a deep chuckle. A chuckle that exuded malice. A chuckle that made Fox’s neck fur stand on end.
“So that’s how you wanna play it? Fine by me. Just means I’ll have to be a bit… rough.” Faster than lightning, his hand darted towards Fox’s muzzle, grabbing hold of it and clamping it shut. Wolf held up a vibrant blue feather and Fox’s eyes widened as he stared at it. “That’s right, Fox. Plucked this one right from the birdbrain’s butt.” He twirled the feather over Fox’s neck before spinning it inside his ears, always keeping hold of Fox’s snout, muffling his giggles. He stared into his rival’s eyes and saw fear, but also determination, strength and defiance. It was exhilarating in the best way possible. Wolf’s heart was pounding. He let go of Fox’s snout and stared hungrily at his hard cock.
“You won’t admit that you like being tickled but your dick is hard as a rock. Wild, huh?”
“Shut up! It’s a reflex, alright?” Fox’s cheeks visibly burned.
“I’m sure it is,” chuckled Wolf as he grabbed Fox’s erection and gave it a quick pump, causing his captive to moan in surprise. “Let’s trigger your ‘reflex’ some more, then.”
The hard light restraints shifted him into a new position. He was no longer spread-eagle. Now his wrists and ankles were held together, pulling him taut in an ‘I’ shape. He was rotated backwards until he faced the ceiling.
New beams of light projected forth from the device, focusing into luminous dots spread over Fox’s sensitive spots above his waist. These dots grew brighter and brighter until their glow overpowered the other lights of the torture chamber.
“Whahahat T–THE FUHUHAHAHAHA?!” Fox’s initial surprise gave way to tortured laughter as the beams of light scintillated in random patterns over his armpits, neck, sides and belly button.
“Hard light stimulators. Normally, they hurt, but I’ve toned them down so they just tickle. Lucky you!” Wolf gave Fox’s twitching erection another quick jerk before tracing his claws down towards the vulpine’s thighs. “The lasers will stimulate your torso while I go… lower.”
As he raked his claws over the tender flesh of Fox’s thighs, he worked the blue feather around his genitals, swishing it under the balls and circling the tip around the cockhead. Fox went nuts, clearly unable to deal with so much of his ticklish body being tortured. Coherent speech was an impossibility amidst the torrent of giggles, moans and giggle-moans currently spewing out from his larynx.
“Coochie coo, Pup! I’m gonna tickle each and every last spot on your helpless body until you admit you like it! Then I’ll just keep going!” Wolf unzipped his fly and let out his aching cock, no longer caring if Fox saw it or not.
He squeezed Fox’s knees and savored the ensuing leg jerks before raking his claws along the back of his rival’s legs until they reached the heels of his bare paws. Golden yellow tops and white soles inset with dark brown paw-pads, toes curling and splaying wildly. Wolf scribbled the quill of the blue feather over the large pads.
“SHIIEEEHEHEHAHAHAHA!”
Jackpot.
He held both big toes together and pulled them taut to drag the quill sideways over both soles. If Fox was hysterical before, now he went crazy. He flung his maw wide open and let out the loudest, most tortured laughs of the session as of yet. Wolf felt an urge to cover his ears, but, if he did, he wouldn’t get to hear that lovely music. Even as more hard light restraints materialized around the prisoner’s limbs, neck and torso, he still shook as if being electrocuted, defying the infinite hardness of the luminous material holding him.
“Is this your worst spot?” Fox responded with more crying laughter. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’! Look at you. Can’t even speak!”
Rings of hard light appeared around each of Fox’s eight toes and pulled them back and apart, exposing the oh-so soft skin in between them. Wolf sawed the feather in between the digits at a sadistically slow pace like a violinist working delicate notes from his instrument, only Wolf’s desired notes were of screams and sobbing laughter.
Fox McCloud and Wolf O’Donnell had clashed on many occasions in the past, and every one of them ended the same way, with the former proving his superiority as a pilot and team leader over the latter. Each and every bitter defeat, every foiled plan, every forced retreat has simmered in Wolf’s mind up until the unimaginable cathartic release that was seeing his nemesis in the position he was in: Reduced to a mere plaything in his hands.
Fox shook in bonds made of solid light that held his vulnerable naked body to be exploited in a manner most damaging to the pride of one who calls himself the leader of Star Fox. Tickly lights shone on every sensitive spot north of his crotch, from neck, to armpits, to belly button. Having found his prey’s kryptonite in the form of two beautifully vulnerable and hyper ticklish feet, Wolf diverted his full attention to ravaging the bare soles with both feather and claw.
It was too much. Fox fell silent.
At first, Wolf thought he might’ve passed out but a quick glance over at his face revealed it contorted in a silent howl as strings of vulpine cum sprayed forth from his throbbing shaft until they stained the ceiling. Wolf called off the stimulators and leaned over his prisoner’s face, close enough to feel his hot breaths. Fox was redder than a tomato.
“Still gonna deny it, Pup?”
He got no answer, so he coaxed one out with a quick poke to Fox’s side.
“Gahah! Stop! Okay I admit it, I– I like it…”
“You like what?” He poked again, smirking.
“Yip! T–Tickling! I like being tickled! I’m a ticklish pup and it makes me horny, okay?”
Wolf was equal parts satisfied and surprised at the sudden outburst. Oddly enough, he felt embarrassed himself, as if Fox’s confession had some unexpected effect on him too.
“Did you like tickling me, too?”
Fox’s eyes widened as he stared into Wolf’s own. “I… I did. After I interrogated you I went to my chambers and… I… Uh…” He looked away.
“You jerked off.”
Fox gave him a silent nod. He wasn’t sure how to feel. The sadistic catharsis from before had been largely replaced by an emotional turmoil of funny feelings he couldn’t name. His own tortured confession from when he was interrogated by Fox floated back into his mind. “I love you.” A simple phrase blurted amidst his own tortured laughter. Up until then, he’d chalked that up as a way of stopping the torture by whatever means necessary. But now he was forced to reconsider. He would need time to figure things out. To assert if these feelings were the logical result of his rival’s confession or something more. Something deeper. In the meantime, he had a naked fox in need of tickling. He fetched something. A syringe.
“Are you afraid of needles, Pup?” He jabbed the needle into Fox’s shoulder and injected its contents.
“OW! What the heck was that?”
“An experimental serum Andross has been developing. It’s supposed to send your touch response into overdrive.”
Fox’s face went pale and he curled his toes. “Wolf, I already said what you wanted to hear. I– I won’t be able to take this!”
“I know you won’t, Pup. That’s the fun part.”
The stimulators came back on. In addition to Fox’s upper body, they now also shone over his balls, thighs and soles. A long scream. Then laughter.
“BWAAAAHAHAHA WOLF! TOO MUHUHUCH!”
“Aww, but I thought you said you liked being tickled!” Wolf wrapped his hand around Fox’s oversensitive cock and pumped it furiously.
“GAH! T–TOO SENSITIVE!”
He masturbated his own cock while quenching his lust with all the juicy details of the scene. Fox’s hips jerked from side to side and he still kept trying to suck in his stomach. How useless. His fingers curled and spread spasmodically and his toes tried to do the same but were stopped by the loops of hard light pulling them taunt. Most pleasing of all was how his cock, wracked by post-ticklegasm sensitivity, twitched and pulsated within Wolf’s tight grip.
It was a spectacle greater than anything Wolf had seen before. Before long, he felt the familiar buildup of an orgasm. “Laugh for me, Pup! Awroo!” With a howl, he came, spilling his seed all over the floor of the torture chamber. It was a mess, but cleanup was the last thing on his mind, right now. He never stopped pumping Fox’s cock, quickly forcing a second tortured orgasm from him.
“SHIT! SHIT! SHIHIHIT!”
Everything kept going. Wolf was still horny. Fox was still ticklish. The machine didn’t stop. Biology dictated that Fox’s overtaxed nervous system should’ve dulled his sense of touch after so much tickling, but the serum worked to counteract that, ensuring his nerves stayed receptive and welcomed each and any touch in its entirety.
It wasn’t long before Wolf milked a third and then a fourth orgasm from his rival, at which point no cum was left in the fox’s balls. Finally, Fox’s laughter began to fade and his struggle lost fervor. Wolf immediately recognized this as imminent loss of consciousness but he didn’t care, and kept working in tandem with the hard light stimulators to tickle Fox senseless.
“Sweet dreams, Pup!”
But before he completely tickled the lights out of his prisoner, the door to the chamber flung open. Panther stood at the entrance, frozen in shock.
“Oh my!”