Fox McCloud contemplated the subway map like a sewer rat trying to solve a trigonometry problem. Actually, that was quite a rude thought considering there was indeed a rat standing next to him; and a hippo, a leopard, a giraffe couple with two kids, and twenty or so other mammals. Fox was no stranger to diversity but Zootopia really was something else. Everything from the roads, to the buildings and public spaces varied wildly in shape and size to accommodate the many different species that called it home.
A perfect place for a little getaway with his lover, provided he could find him.
They were supposed to meet on Lionheart Avenue an hour ago but neither had bothered to study the subway map beforehand. Leaving their communicators in their ships was definitely not a good move either.
Finding himself unable to make heads or tails of the map, he boarded a train and simply waited, figuring it would reach Lionheart Avenue eventually. He spent the ride sandwiched between a burly grizzly bear in formal clothes and a young borzoi who reeked of pot.
Fox was a stranger in a strange land.
Wolf O’Donnell walked along the busy street, dodging a seemingly infinite stream of people that must’ve been late to ten different appointments each, just as he’d been doing for the past hour. Surely one of these endless streets had to be Lionheart Avenue. Why did Fox pick this out of all places? Who could live in such a loud and crowded place? He much preferred the quiet comfort of his own ship. At least whenever that conniving asshole Panther wasn’t around… He shooed the thought away from his head. This was his vacation. No bad thoughts allowed, as Fox had so sternly reminded him the day before.
“Hey. You lost?”
He turned around and searched for the origin of the gruff voice.
“Ahem!”
It came from… below? He turned his gaze downwards to find a short fennec fox looking up at him through a pair of sunglasses. The thing’s ears were gigantic.
“What if I am?”
The fennec flashed a smile. “Then you’re in luck, friend! See, I’m a cabbie.”
“You don’t look like any cabbie I’ve seen. Can you even reach the pedals?”
“Not from around here, huh?” The fox retorted, unphased. “Name’s Finnick. Where you going?”
Wolf scrunched up his snout. “Lionheart Ave.”
“Funny. I was just about to go there myself. Tell you what, I’ll take you there for a discounted price. Deal?” He extended his arm, expecting a handshake.
Really? Did he really look dumb enough to to fall for such a textbook scam? How insulting. Still, when he thought about it, there was a way to turn the situation to his advantage. He grabbed Finnick’s hand and shook it.
“Deal.”
“Excellent! You won’t regret it!”
Wolf bared his fangs in a toothy smile. “I know.”
Fox stood outside the subway station frantically scanning every passerby hoping that one of then might turn out to be his boyfriend.
“Looking for someone, buddy?” said an approaching red fox in a green shirt with a blue tie and beige pants.
“Yeah, I’m waiting for a… a friend. Grey wolf, tall, well-built, permanent frown.”
The red fox’s grinned smugly. “Right… And is this muscular, bad-boy, friend of yours also not from around here?”
Fox felt himself blush. “Ah… So you can tell.”
“I can tell a lot of things. I mean, no offense, but you stick out like a sore thumb.” He laughed. “Why don’t you tell me where you’re from?”
Fox pondered for a moment before deciding to tell the truth. The stranger looked friendly enough.
“I’m from planet Corneria in the Lylat System. My boyfriend and I are spending a few days here on vacation before we fly off to the next system.”
The red fox laughed, then fell into silent shock, then laughed again.
“Riiight! You sure you didn’t just escape the loony bin?”
Fox cocked an eyebrow. “The what, now?”
“Never mind,” the stranger seemed lost in thought for a moment, as if pondering his next words carefully. “Tell you what. It’s getting pretty late. How about you spend the night at my place and we can look for your boyfriend together in the morning?”
Fox was taken aback. The people of Zootopia really were the very pinnacle of kindness.
“R-Really? If that’s okay then… I won’t say no! Thank you very much, Mr. uh…”
“Nick. Nick Wilde.” He shook his hand. “And you are?”
“Fox.”
“I can see that. I meant your name.”
“Fox,” repeated Fox. “Fox McCloud.”
“You’re an interesting fellow, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.”
The two foxes walked side-by-side through the avenue as the sun set below the sprawling skyline.
“Tell me about this boyfriend of yours. What’s he called?”
“Wolf.”
“Of course.”
The apartment complex was drab and dreary, a stark contrast from the colorful cityscape of the metropolis’ better frequented streets. Nick unlocked the front door to his unit.
“Home, sweet home!” said Nick, closing the door as Fox stepped inside. “Sorry for the mess, I wasn’t expecting company.”
Nick’s studio apartment was small but cozy, with all the essentials spread out over the main open area. It had a single bed with a nightstand, a fully equipped kitchenette, and a two-seat couch facing a small TV. The mess Nick spoke of amounted to some unwashed dishes and a basket of unfolded laundry, nothing that made the place uncomfortable to crash in.
“I hope you don’t mind taking the couch.” said Nick.
“Not at all! Thanks again for letting me spend the night here.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just helping out a fellow fox. Make yourself at home, I’m going to take a shower.” He started walking towards the bathroom but stopped himself mid-step. “Oh, and… shoes at the door, if you don’t mind. Don’t want to track dirt indoors.”
As Nick entered the bathroom, Fox removed his boots and placed them on top of a shoe rack near the entrance. What an odd thing to have in a city where everyone goes barefoot all the time… He wondered if there was a reason for it. A question for later, after a nap. He walked on socked paws towards the couch and laid down on it, legs dangling from the end. He shut his eyes and hoped Wolf was alright. Probably spending the night at a hotel somewhere, spending some of the local currency that they had gone through the trouble of obtaining before the trip. He put his worries away and drifted into a comfortable sleep.
Minutes later, Nick came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but pair of boxer briefs and his own freshly washed coat of fur. An ear-to-ear grin spread across his muzzle as soon as he saw his guest sleeping soundly, delightfully unaware of Nick’s true intentions. He moved fast and quietly, tying Fox’s wrists and ankles together and tethering them to the legs of the couch with thin rope. Then he grabbed his guest’s shirt by the waist and pulled it up, exposing his modestly toned midriff, inset with a cute little belly button.
“Now let’s see if I can’t get you to tell the truth,” he muttered before lightly tracing his claw over the bumps and ridges of Fox’s abs. He heard a snicker. Good! He was on the right track! Both hands now scribbled their claws all over his guest’s trembling tummy. Fox stirred awake.
“Hu… Huhu… W—Whahat…? Nihihick!?” As the sensations hit his now wide-awake mind, Fox’s first reaction was to pull his arms down to shield his ticklish body. As he realized that was impossible, he panicked. “Nick! Whahahat a—are you dohoing!!?”
“I’m making a deal, foxy-boy. You tell me your real name and I might not tickle you for the next hour! Good deal, right?” He pinched Fox’s sides.
“Aiyeeeehehehe!! Fox! M—My name is Fohox McClohohoud!!”
Nick sighed, firmly squeezing his guest’s sides again. “No, that’s the story you gave me earlier.” Deft fingers snaked under Fox’s shirt and jabbed into his armpits. “I mean, a fox named Fox? Really?” He laughed, tapping his claws against Fox’s pits before tracing them back down to his sides. “And planet… Corneria, was it? C’mon, my grandma could come up with a better story than that.”
“Ihihit’s truhuhue!!”
“Right. Tickling it is, then!”
Fox bucked maniacally atop the couch, hopelessly trying to evade his host’s assault. In hindsight, him and Wolf should’ve really thought about forging fake identities to blend in better with the locals.
Nick proved to be a surprisingly experienced tickler, quickly detecting the most reactive spots on Fox’s upper body – his sides – and tickling them just enough to drive him crazy but never over-tickling to the point of numbing sensitivity. He reminded him of Wolf in that regard… Oh no, he reminded him of Wolf. A flurry of unwanted erotic thoughts flooded his mind. Of course they did. He was tied up and getting tickled at a stranger’s house. It was only a matter of time before the initial shock wore off and his buttons allowed themselves to be pushed. The uncomfortable sensations that emanated from his sides, pits and tummy were now tinged with an underlying sensual tension. Nick being near naked and easy on the eyes surely didn’t help.
After what felt like an eternity, the tickler finally relented. Fox was panting, sweting, and teary-eyed. He was also turned on like no one’s business.
“Feel like talking, yet?”
“Nick, I—I don’t know what to tell you. We landed in the outskirts of the city, our ships are still there. I can show you if that’ll make you believe me.”
His host looked unamused. “And let you run away? No way, José. You just earned yourself another round of kitchy coos!”
“Wait! No! If you do that, I’ll-” He was cut off by Nick’s finger pressing against his lips.
“Oh, shush. You’ll get another chance to talk in a minute or thirty.” He smirked. “Now where’s your weak spot? Is it here?” He jabbed Fox’s belly button.
“Hehehe!”
“How about here?” He squeezed his hips.
“Hahaha! Nohoho!”
“Oh yeah, you’re ticklish here, aren’t you, foxy?”
You’re enjoying this a little too much, Fox thought.
“But I have a feeling your panic spot – or rather panic spots – are a bit… lower.” Nick threw a glance down at Fox’s socked paws, then back at his face. The look of sheer terror he had was enough to tell Nick he’d hit jackpot.
It was all over if Nick touched his paws. There would be no way to hide his arousal then. “Nick, please. Not my feet! I—I’ll do anything!”
“Then I want the truth!”
“I am telling the truth— AHAH!”
A claw swiped down one of his socked soles, causing that paw to instinctively hide behind its twin. Satisfied, Nick strolled over to the end of the couch and pinched the toes of his guest’s socks, slowly peeling them off to reveal the light cream soles with coffee brown pads underneath. Toes curled defensively, four on each foot, each capped with a black claw, trimmed and filed blunt.
Fox shut his eyes and prepared for the worst. There was nothing he could do. His paws were getting tickled whether he wanted to or not.
It scared him how much he wanted it.
“You know, from fox to fox, my paws are my worst spot too.”
He attacked.
Swipe after swipe from Nick’s claws struck like thunder across the freshly bared soles of Fox’s obscenely sensitive paws. They scratched random paths that never repeated twice, awakening previously dormant, ticklish nerves with each new journey.
“PWAHAHAHAHA!!”
Fox screamed with laughter, bouncing on the couch like a fish out of water. A very ticklish fish. The whole ordeal brought him more unwanted memories of his boyfriend. He was hard as titanium. At this point, the only thing that kept Nick from noticing was how fixated he was on tickling him. A little too fixated for fox’s liking. He even nibbled his toes! His sharp canines made for devilishly effective tickle tools.
On the bright side, all the struggling was loosening the admittedly sloppy loop of rope keeping Fox’s wrists tied together. Just a little more and he’d have his hands free. He just had to wait and endure his host’s interrogation until then.
And then the inevitable happened. Nick finally noticed the very obvious erection pitching a small tent under Fox’s pants.
“A—Are you getting off on this?!”
Now!
With reflexes afforded to him by years of combat experience, Fox slipped his arms out of the loop of rope and sat upright. Surprised, his tormentor stepped back. In a split-second, his legs were free and he stood in front of a significantly less threatening-looking Nick.
“He—Hey, now! No hard feelings, eh?”
Within seconds, Nick was tied in exactly the same position as Fox had been – with an unmissable tent in his boxers, no less.
“Yeah, no hard feelings. Now what was that you said about your paws?”
Wolf scoffed as he laid eyes on the monstrosity-on-wheels that the fennec fox led him to. It was painted the color of rust… mostly. The driver’s side door was a dirty, dust-speckled white – clearly having been ripped from another vehicle and tacked on this one with the gentle touch of a drunk rhinoceros with anger issues. On the side there was a gnarly illustration of an armor-clad white dog holding an unconscious damsel in his arms against the booming of a fierce lightning bolt in the background, an image that wouldn’t look out of place as the cover of a cheap dark fantasy novel from three or four decades ago.
He’d been in war zones with better-looking junk than that van.
“Cab’s at the shop getting new tires so I’m driving this in the meantime. Borrowed it from a friend’s son. Kid’s got awful taste, eh?” Wolf felt more insulted by the second. Just how much of a clueless idiot did this asshole took him for? “Oh, and… Payment’s upfront.”
That was the last straw.
Wolf’s right arm shot towards the diminutive prick of a fox, grabbing his shirt and effortlessly hoisting him up in the air.
“H—Hey! What the fuck!?”
Finnick could do nothing as the twice larger canine rummaged through his pants pocket for the key to that drivable eyesore. Before long, he was thrown in the back of his own van with his would-be victim towering over him.
“I don’t appreciate getting scammed, little fox,” growled Wolf as he locked the van’s rear doors shut.
“Chill, man! Chill! I thought you was just some dumb tourist!” As he stepped back, Finnick tripped on one of the many pieces of boxed clutter that littered the back of his van and fell on his butt. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his baseball bat lying on the floor. Wolf creeped towards him.
“Now, you are going to chauffeur me around as I please – for free, of course – after I show you why you shouldn’t try to scam the leader of Star Wolf.” Wolf reached into his pocket.
Guessing he was about to see the barrel of a gun, Finnick grabbed the bat and lunged towards Wolf with a desperate battle cry. The ensuing brawl ended with the predictable outcome of a fight between a highly trained military man and a desperate street thug. Magnetic cuffs found their way to Finnick’s wrists and flew up towards the bare metal of the van’s ceiling attaching to it with a loud clang and leaving him dangling in the air. Wolf picked the baseball bat off the floor and contemplated it.
“Big stick for a such lil’ guy.”
“Fuck you!”
“Daww, don’t give me that.” Wolf’s tail wagged behind him. A bad sign for the vulnerable fennec. “I’ve got the perfect punishment for grumpy foxes like you.” He jabbed a finger into each of Finnick’s armpits through his shirt. The resulting laugh completely dismantled Finnick’s tough-guy façade. His gigantic ears folded back and his tail tucked itself snugly between his dangling legs.
“W—Wait! Don’t do this, man. I beg you! I’ll pay you, I’ll drive you around. Anything! Just please don’t tickle me!”
Wolf licked his chops and felt his pants tighten. Begging. From a fox, no less. Fox… He wondered what he was up to. Probably booked a hotel somewhere. At least that’s what he hoped. As for himself, he knew where and how he was going to spend the next few hours. He jabbed his fingers into Finnick’s armpits again.
“SHIEHEHET!!”
“Coochie coo, little fox! This is what you get for trying to scam me.”
Finnick could only laugh and shout profanities, dangling from the van’s ceiling by the magnetic handcuffs that stuck to it like glue and left his torso vulnerable to his would-be victim’s vengeance. Originally, Wolf had meant to use those cuffs on Fox if and when they found themselves within the intimate privacy of a (preferably sound-proof) hotel room.
“GAHAHA—FUHU—FUCK!! STOHO—!” Tears welled up in the corners of Finnick’s eyes.
“You act all tough but inside you’re just a ticklish little cub, aint’cha?” Wolf teased, fully aware that the same comment could be made about himself. Good thing he wasn’t the one being tickled.
He moved down from pits to sides, kneading them like dough, and wringing fresh laughter from the dangling fennec. Sadly, the first peals of surprised laughter quickly faded into a weak stream of giggles that paled in comparison to the full-body spasms accompanied by frantic begging that he got from tickling Finnick’s armpits. He frowned and probed a claw into the fennec’s firm belly. That got louder laughs from him but still not pit-level guffaws. How disappointing. As any good tickler knows, exploring the ticklee’s body – slowly making one’s way through finding their panics spots and seeing them practically beg with their eyes letting you know you’ve hit jackpot – is half the fun of administering tickle torture. Had he really found the fennec’s worst spot on the first try?
He wiggled a finger under Finnick’s chin.
“Hehehe! Quit it!”
Nope, not there. Maybe his feet? He grabbed one of his flailing legs and ran his claws over the brown pads of his small paw.
“Aha—Hahaha! Let me go, you asshole!”
No dice. He supposed he’d have to stick to his armpits for the whole session, as no other spot on the fennec’s body seemed to garner quite the same reaction. As he bared his claws in preparation to deliver another relentless assault on those underarms, an idea struck him.
His own worst spot. His belly button.
He unbuttoned the two bottom buttons on Finnick’s button-up shirt to find his belly button. It was a cute innie, much like his own.
“T—The hell are you doing!?” protested Finnick. “This shit is weird enough with my clothes on! Don’t take ‘em off—AAAAAAHAHA!!”
The moment Wolf’s clawed finger violated the privacy of that belly button was when the dam burst for Finnick. He arched his back for a full five seconds before falling into a maniacal struggle that rattled the whole van. Wolf grinned.
“Looks like I found your sweet spot, little fox.” He pulled out a tiny silver cube from his pocket and pressed one of it’s six faces. With a loud beep and a bright blue light, an object materialized from thin air in front of the cube. An electric toothbrush.
“Time to squeal.”
Nick thrashed in his bonds as Fox ravaged his lotion-coated paws with a pair of mismatched hairbrushes.
“HAHAHA!! HARDER! TICKLE ME HAHAHARDEHER”
He was naked. His boxer briefs didn’t stay on for long after Fox realized they were both deriving sexual pleasure from the current activity. An impressively consistent river of precum flowed from the tip of his vulpine cock to the couch he was tied on, pooling into a stain that would undoubtedly be a pain to clean. But such worries were reserved for times when one wasn’t being obliterated with tickle torture from a possibly insane, possibly alien guest.
Fox himself was also hard as a rock. Though he usually preferred to be on the receiving side of a good tickling, he had no qualms about playing the tickler every once in a while – doubly so since he hadn’t yet had the privilege of tickling a fellow fox.
“Harder, you say? Careful what you wish for!”
He ditched the smaller of the two hairbrushes and used his newly free hand to squeeze Nick’s slender hips while the using the remaining hairbrush to continue tormenting his bare paws.
“W—WAIT! WAHAHAIT! I—I CHANGED MY MIHIND!!”
“Sorry, no take-backs,” said Fox before going all out on two of Nick’s most tender spots and filling the apartment with echoes of his tortured laughter.
He could understand why Nick’s hips were ticklish, it was a fairly common tickle spot. His paws, on the other hand, puzzled him. From what he’d seen of Zootopia, every mammal walked around barefoot, apparently unfamiliar with the concept of shoes. Logically, this should make their soles rough and hardened but Nick’s were soft and quite ticklish indeed. He made a mental note to ask him about it later, once he was done tickling him half unconscious.
Nick himself looked quite about done, sweating profusely and unable to talk over his own laughter. A safe-word might not have been a bad idea if the current tickle session hadn’t started as an interrogation turned playful. In any case, it wasn’t needed anymore. The session came to an end as Nick experienced a powerful hands-free orgasm from sheer tickling alone – a ticklegasm, if you will. Milky white cum stained his orange belly fur, soon joined by Fox’s own ejaculate as he masturbated himself to completion. The sight of a bound, ticklish fox who was able to cum from tickling alone was too hot for him resist.
Nick rolled his eyes, panting. “Now I need another shower,” he said.
“Hey, you came first. Hands-free, too,” Fox said, untying Nick’s wrists and ankles. “I could use one too, actually.”
“You go first. Consider it an apology for uh… tying you up and stuff.”
“Don’t sweat it, happens all the time.”
Nick looked quizzically at the nonchalant Fox. “It does?”
Fox giggled and shook his head. “More often than you’d think.”
The buzz of the electric toothbrush filled the back of Finnick’s van.
“P—Please… No mohore…” Finnick dangled limply from the ceiling, crying and covered in sweat. His shirt lay discarded on the floor and his belly button showed a red hue that spoke volumes about how much tickling it had suffered. Wolf turned off the toothbrush and it vanished into thin air with another flash of blue light.
“Learned your lesson, yet?”
“Yeah… I—I’m sorry…”
“Good boy.”
He disengaged the handcuffs and gently lowered the shirtless fennec to the floor where he struggled to stand up. An hour of uninterrupted belly button tickling made Finnick’s legs feel like gelatin. He never knew that his belly button was so unbearably ticklish. Just like he never knew that he could get erect just from being tickled.
“You got fifteen minutes to get your shit together, then we’ll go looking for Fox.”
“Sure man, whatever you want. Just don’t tickle me again.”
“No promises.”
“F—Fuck off!”
Finnick reached for his shirt and put it back on. Outside he was unharmed but inside his ego was had been torn a large, gaping wound. Who did this asshole think he was? Tying him up and tickling him in his own goddamn van. Worst of all, he didn’t entirely hate it.
Revenge. That’s what he wanted. That’s what he needed.
The second Wolf turned his back, he struck. His hands slipped beneath his shirt and tickled madly. Within seconds, Wolf was on the floor, laughing and clutching his torso in an attempt to shield himself from the fennec’s tiny fingers. Triumphant, Finnick stepped on top of the large predator and pulled off his shirt before going to town on every inch of that sculpted ticklish torso.
“Yeah, not so bad now, are ya?”
“Grahaha!! Get o—offahahame!”
Wolf rolled on the ground, trying to hide his ticklish spots. Unfortunately for him, everywhere above his waist was ticklish. Finnick exploited this by changing spots fast and often, quickly switching between poking Wolf’s ribs and belly button to jabbing his sides and scratching his neck and armpits. Whatever bit of bare fur was available to the fennec, he tickled it.
Still, tickling alone didn’t sufficiently compensate for Wolf’s size, strength, and combat prowess. After the initial shock wore off, Wolf was able to power through being tickled for just long enough to jam his fingers back into Finnick’s pits, causing him to topple over and fall. He was back on top.
“Oh now you’re gonna get it.” Baring his sharp claws, he ripped every last bit of Finnick’s clothes to shreds, leaving him stark naked and shamefully erect. Then he went straight for that boner – respectfully sized for a man of Finnick’s stature, one might say. His claws danced playfully around the pulsating tip.
“Hey! HEY! Hahands ohoff! Ahahah!” Finnick tried to push Wolf’s hands away but he was simply too weak to move them by force, so he did the next best thing and slipped his own hands inside Wolf’s pants to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Grehehehe!! Quittihit!” said Wolf he felt the scribbling of Finnick’s claws on his own erection.
“Y—Youhuhuh quihihit it!” But Finnick didn’t let up, he powered through the unbearable but pleasant sensations on his cock to continue delivering the same treatment to Wolf.
This went on for a very short while until they inevitably climaxed. Wolf was well aware of this unavoidable outcome but to Finnick it came as a surprise. They laid on the dirty floor of the van, messy and exhausted.
“What… The… Fuck.” panted the fox.
“First time?” Wolf said, looking at him.
“Yeah, I guess it is.”
They stayed in silence for a minute, catching their breaths and waiting for the other to make a move until Wolf stood up.
“Alright. Like I said before, we’ll rest for a bit and then look for Fox.”
“Look, man, you’ve had your revenge and I don’t even know who this Fox guy is so can’t you just… leave me alone?! I’m sorry I tried to scam ya, alright?”
“Fox is my boyfriend. And if you won’t cooperate, well…” he bared his claws. “I’ll just tickle you again.”
Finnick crossed his arms and cursed under his breath, both in response to the threat and the sensual shivers it sent down his back.
“Fine. But I want you out of my van the second we find him.”
“It’s a deal.”
They shared another minute of uncomfortable silence before Finnick spoke again.
“The fuck kind of name is ‘Fox’, anyway?”
Nick Wilde and Fox McCloud walked side by side in the cool air of the warm Summer night. The crowded streets buzzed with an endless zigzagging of pub-goers and nocturnal animals alike. After recovering from the tickling earlier, Nick mentioned a friend that could help them find Wolf and so they were heading there.
“So, this boyfriend of yours,” began Nick. “You do that stuff with him often?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. We weren’t always on the best of terms. It was only after we figured out we were into tickling each other that we became a thing.”
Nick’s ears perked up inquisitively. “Now there’s a story I’d like to hear.”
Fox let out a nervous laugh. “It’s… a long story. Some other time, maybe.” He felt himself blush and tried to steer the conversation away from it’s current uncomfortable course. “What about this friend you mentioned? Is that all he is? A friend?”
“Well…” Nick hesitated. “We do have some fun every once in a while but that’s all, really. He acts all tough but folds like a lawn chair if you poke him in the right places.”
Just like Wolf.
They strayed away from the crowded street and into a less than reputable alleyway where Finnick’s van was parked.
“Here we are,” said Nick. “Let’s see if he’s home.”
“Home?! You mean that hunk of junk is where your friend lives?”
“That’s right! It’s easy to move in case there’s trouble.”
Fox furled his brow. “Trouble? What do you mean trouble?”
But Nick was already knocking on the van’s rear doors. They were both surprised to see it was not Finnick who answered, but Wolf himself.
“What do you wan— Fox?”
“Wolf!” Fox threw his arms around his lover and buried his snout deep into his neck fur. The stunned lupine reciprocated the gesture.
“Fox! Where the hell have you been?”
“Got lost in the subway and Nick here uh… helped me out.”
“Hey,” said Nick.
Finnick poked his head through the van’s doors. “Nick? You know these assholes?”
“Just one of them.”
After some introductions and a reluctant truce between Finnick and Wolf, the group walked back to Nick’s place to spend the night.
On the way there, Fox spotted a familiar face. He broke off from the group and approached a shirtless tiger, touching his shoulder to get his attention.
“Evan?”
The tiger looked back with stars in his emerald eyes. “Fox?!”
“What are you doing here? I thought you were off on a mission to Sauria.”
A proud grin stretched across the tiger’s face. “Already accomplished, sir! I finished early and came here to chill for some time. Did you know they’ve got a nudist club in Sahara Square?”
“N—Not really, no,” stuttered Fox, evidently surprised by Evan’s tastes. “I’m also spending a couple days here with Wolf. Hey, let’s meet up tomorrow at the place I’m staying at. Provided my host doesn’t mind of course.”
Nick didn’t mind at all. The more the merrier, he said. Having invited the young tiger, they proceeded towards Nick’s apartment and slept soundly through the night.
The star pilots where the first to wake up as the first sun rays pierced through the window blinds. They shared Nick’s bed while their host slept sprawled out on the couch. Finnick occupied a single large pillow in the corner.
Being small did have it’s upsides.
The sight of their host’s dangling arms and legs gave the couple a spontaneous (although obvious obvious) idea. Carefully, they slid off Nick’s pajama pants and tied his arms and legs with rope, much like how Fox had done to him the day before. Then they took opposite ends of the couch – Fox at Nick’s head and Wolf at his paws – and went to town.
“He… Hehe… Hehehey!! Whahat gihives?”
Sensations of claws poking into his sensitive armpits and dragging across his soft paw pads stirred him briskly from his sleep and threw him into a laughing fit.
“Sorry, Nick,” said Fox, looming over the smaller fox as he drilled into his tender underarms. “Felt like you could use some more laughs.”
“And I think you need to learn what happens to those who touch my Fox,” growled Wolf as he sunk in the crevices between Nick’s wiggling digits.
“SORRY, SOHOHORRY!!” Nick was wide awake now and fully receptive to the sensations inflicted on his naked body. He saw Wolf’s hungry gaze as he ravaged his bare paws with no sign of slowing down. Part of him understood why the lupine was so ferocious with his tickling. After all, he did tie up and tickle his boyfriend the night before so the anger felt justified. And if he was honest with himself, being double-teamed like that was hot. Really hot.
“See? I told you he’d pop a boner in no time.”
“Good, that just means another spot to tickle.”
Wolf produced his metal cube and pressed one of the metal faces, causing a bright flash of light and an electric toothbrush to materialize. He turned it on and moved its dancing bristles closer to Nick’s mast painfully slowly.
“Wahait! Wahahait! P—Please, nohot there! Not— GYAAAHAHAHA!!”
The male body has a curious tendency to heighten sensory input of any kind when receiving sexual attention and Nick’s was no different. The second the toothbrush kissed his tip and let those wildly vibrating bristles loose it was like his whole body became twice as sensitive. Like waking up for a second time. The tender skin on his pits and soles lit up like wildfire. He twisted, he bucked, and he laughed his head off. Fox never left his pits alone and Wolf dedicated a hand to torment his oh-so-sensitive feet.
All three knew what that excessive treatment would result in.
Nick came. Nick came hard.
“Aww, he must love getting tickled if it gets him to cum this hard. Right, Wolf?”
“Good thing he likes it because he’s in for a lot more! Coochie coo!”
Nick experienced another fresh wave of sensitivity throughout his whole body. His torturers clearly had no intention of slowing down. He braced himself for what was sure to be a long tickle session.
“EEK!!”
“Fox? What’s wrong?”
The session stopped. The claws and the brush left Nick’s body, finally allowing him some respite. He felt the ropes around his wrists loosen their grip and realized he could pull his arms free. Fox kept laughing and Wolf was rushing to check on him. What the hell was going on?
“Get up, dumbass!”
It was Finnick’s voice. All of a sudden, he realized what was happening. He sprung to his feet – ankles still tied – and took stock of the situation. Finnick was tickling Fox’s sides while Wolf rushed to help his boyfriend. Nick knew he stood no chance against the bigger and stronger Wolf so he hopped on over to Fox and poked his bare tummy, causing him to topple to the floor and reveal the soles of his paws which he immediately went for.
This freed Finnick to deal with Wolf. At first, Wolf simply gripped the fennec’s sides and squeezed like he’d done so before, knowing that Finnick had no chance of shielding his torso. But this time the small fox had a different plan in mind. He powered through the tickling just long enough to use a tool that was very familiar to Wolf. His own magnetic cuffs. He threw them around the large canine’s wrists, stunning him for long enough to escape.
Simultaneously, Nick rolled Fox onto his belly and worked to tie him with the same rope he was bound with. Each time McCloud looked like he was about to gain the upper hand, Nick needed only to swipe a claw down his bare sole to regain control over him.
After the short fight, they had managed to restrain the couple. Fox was hogtied and Wolf had his wrists bound together behind his back with numerous loops of rope binding his legs. They were naked.
“Well, well, well,” mocked Finnick, wearing the proudest ear-to-ear grin he could muster. “Not so tough now, eh boys?”
“It’s a little rude to take advantage of your host like, don’t you think?”
The doorbell rang.
“Ah, that must be your friend. I’m sure he’ll enjoy seeing you two like that, don’t you think?”
The couple looked dejectedly at each other, blushing from both embarrassment and excitement. As Nick opened the door and invited the tiger in to see two of his galaxy’s most fearsome pilots tied up, naked and flustered, their embarrassment only deepened.
“Fox? W—Wolf? W—What’s going on?” Evan couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice.
“They’re fine, sweetheart,” said Nick. “The question is: do you want to join them—” he offered a hairbrush to the petrified tiger. “Or us?”
Evan’s eyes darted between that brush and the bound men on the floor. He couldn’t help but notice how Wolf’s abs quivered in fear, how Fox’s toes curled… how both their dicks twitched.
He took the hairbrush.
“Wise choice, buddy. Now let’s get down to business.”
And thus began the simultaneous tickling sessions of Fox McCloud and Wolf O’Donnell. Finnick used Wolf’s own toothbrush to tease and tickle his red rocket, moving the bristles from knot to tip and circling one spot for several times before moving to the other and then repeating the process. While he did this, he scribbled his dull claws under the canine’s hanging balls to further intensify the torture. If Wolf’s deep, rumbling laughter and the dollop of precum forming out of his tip were anything to go by, it worked.
Whenever he thought he might be giving Wolf a little too much pleasure, he simply resorted to leaving his cock for a moment and instead focus on tickling his abs and – above all – his belly button which he correctly determined was one of the canine’s worst tickle spots besides his cock. Tiny fingers and even a small tongue violated that ticklish hollow to reduce the fearsome leader of Star Wolf to a laughing, crying, coughing mess.
Nick launched a full-scale assault all over Fox’s body. Instead of focusing on a single spot, he poked and prodded his ticklee all over his body, never staying in one spot for too long. One second he’d be digging into Fox’s sides only to then scratch his inner thighs and shortly after move to his soles. Fox was howling.
Evan was in heaven. He’d fantasized about tickling Fox and Wolf more often than he’d like to admit, and now that dream had come true. Rock hard under his pants, he jumped from one victim to the other and tried to find their worst spots to abuse later. Using the hairbrush on Wolf’s tummy and sides worked wonders, as did fingering his belly button and dipping his coarse, feline tongue inside of it. For Fox, by far the most effective method to make him squeal was licking the soles of his paws from heel to toes though squeezing his sides was also quite effective.
“Maybe now you’ll tell me your real names,” said Nick. “I still don’t believe ‘Fox’ and ‘Wolf’ are your real names.”
Evan looked confused before realizing how strange it must be Nick to know people named after their species. “Those are their real names. It’s actually not uncommon where they… well, we come from.”
“Huh… Is that so?” If even this stranger corroborated it, the Nick started to believe there might be some truth to his guest’s claims.
Wolf was the first to climax, with a deafening howl. No surprise due to how much attention Finnick was giving his genitals. The presence of Fox being tickle tortured next to him certainly didn’t hurt.
“Look at’cha, big boy. All messy from just a little tickling to your friend here,” teased the fennec. “Guess you ain’t so strong after all.”
“GRRAHAHAHA!! D—DAMN YOHOHOU!”
Fox came not long after, as Nick and Finnick wreaked ticklish havoc on his paws, sides and thighs simultaneously. Post orgasm sensitivity hit him like a freight train.
“Ah! AH! AAAHAHAHAHA!!”
“I never knew you were this ticklish, Fox!” Evan said enthusiastically as he brushed the ace pilot’s sides. “Much less that it made you cum.”
Nick saw how both the tiger and the fennec were lost in the tickling and stepped back with a mischievous smirk. “Keep tickling them, gents. I need to go to the bathroom.” They didn’t answer. Perfect. Fast as the fox he is, Nick caught both Finnick and Evan off-guard and tied their wrists behind their backs with the aid of a few well timed pokes. Now he had all four men to himself.
“Nick, what the fuck?” shouted Finnick, angrily. Evan didn’t say a word, but the stain around the tent in his pants spoke volumes.
“Now, now, boys. Behave. You’re in my house, after all.” He paced around them, like a wild animal circling his prey. “Let’s start with… you!”
Evan gulped. “Uh… Have mercy?”
“No.” He placed both hands on Evan’s tummy, feeling his toned abs and small belly button before curling his fingers and sending the bound tiger into a frenzy.
“Hahahaha!! N-Not my abs!”
“Oh yes your abs, Evan! Coochie coochie coo, kitty! Where else are you ticklish?” He explored the tiger’s body for more ticklish spots and found that his pits were as bad as Fox’s so he focused his efforts there until he noticed the unmissable tent in his pants. Lowering the tiger’s pants, he masturbated him while using his free hand to tickle his vulnerable upper body, not sparing his neck, belly button and scrotum.
After bringing the tiger to an immensely satisfying orgasm, he turned his attention to the grumpy fennec friend intent on turning his frown upside down! He used a small hairbrush on his tummy while digging into his pits with his free hand. Finnick’s diminutive size meant the surface of his tummy wasn’t much larger the hairbrush. For putting on such a tough act all the time, he had an astonishingly low resistance to tickling. Nick fetched a feather from a drawer nearby and used it to tease Finnick’s cock while poking his belly button. This caused him to fall into silent laughter, sustained for as long Nick attacked that specific combination of spots and culminating in a mind-shattering orgasm that would make the exhausted fennec think about that experience for a long time afterwards.
Tickling one man at a time was fun, but Nick wanted more. He had to get creative. Then he remembered Wolf’s metal cube that made things appear from thin air. It was on the floor near the couch so he picked it up and pressed one of the faces multiple times. With each press, another electric toothbrush materialized. He took some tape from a drawer and started taping toothbrushes to each of his ticklee’s sensitive spots. He taped two to Finnick’s sides, one to Wolf’s bellybutton, two to Fox’s soles and two to Evan’s pits. Then he turned them one by one, adding a new instrument to a symphony of laughter with each.
“Is everyone comfortable? Good. Because you’re not going anywhere for a long while.”
They spent the next hour with the brushes tormenting their worst spots while Nick teased and tickled whoever he felt like at the moment. Wolf howled every time Nick tickled his genitals and Finnick acted much the same way when his own genitals were teased with a feather. Fox blabbered unintelligibly when Nick pinched his sides and came on two separate occasions when his toes were nibbled on. Evan cried and squirmed on the floor but ended up cumming the most out of everyone. Whether due to the brushes on his pits or the sight of his favorite star pilots tickled to tears, only he knew.
Nick only showed mercy when he was absolutely, unequivocally sure that each and every one of them was too tired to retaliate after being let go.
He was wrong.
As soon as his victims were free of their bondage, they ganged up on him and delivered an intense, full-body tickling, although not as sever as it would’ve been were they not so exhausted. Still, Nick found every spot on his body tickled by either a claw, brush or tongue. They wrong an orgasm from him, then another, and another, and another…
None of them was sure about how much time had passed when they were done tormenting the fox. They were tired, sweaty, covered in seed and immensely satisfied.
“Holy… Shit…” panted Nick. “You guys are a mess.”
“Yeah? Well it’s your fault,” Finnick complained.
Wolf placed a hand on his shoulder. “But you liked it, right?”
The fennec couldn’t suppress a smile. “I guess I did.”
It was almost lunchtime. They took turns showering and ate out together. Nick and Finnick offered to be their guides for the rest of their stay and showed them around Zootopia. When it was time to go, Fox and Wolf thanked them for their time and boarded their Arwings. Evan decided to stay for some more time before returning.
As Nick and Finnick witnessed their guests leave on their spaceships, there was no doubt left in their minds that Fox and Wolf had been honest with them from the start.
They hoped for them to come back soon.