Every vice has its sanctuary. Places free from the judgmental gazes of the outside world where bad becomes good and unrestrained desire is a virtue. Ace the raptor peered upwards at the pink neon lights spelling out ‘The Laughing Boys’ in swirling cursive and felt dizzy. The towering building reminded him of a Vegas casino, but no Vegas casino catered towards his niche quite like this. “Invitation, please,” the bulldog bouncer grumbled. Ace pulled the card from his pocket and handed it over to him. It still carried the scent of her perfume. The dog studied it for a second before handing it back and stepping aside. “Enjoy your evening, sir.”
Behind the front door there was a long and dimly lit hallway that ended in a velvet curtain. Risque photographs decorated the walls with scenes of mirthful enjoyment as well as famous patrons and regulars - some of which Ace recognized from movies and television. Muffled music and sporadic giggles bled through from the other side of the curtain and Ace could feel his excitement rising with every step. Just what did she have planned for him this time?
He pushed the curtain aside.
All in front of him were tables filled with men wearing everything from business attire to leather harnesses to nothing at all. Moody, warm lights bathed the atmosphere in a cozy hue that, alongside copious amounts of alcohol, helped the patrons let go of their inhibitions and have a good time. The staff was entirely composed of female Pok�mon in revealing outfits. A Delphox here, a Vaporeon there… They did the rounds serving drinks, cleaning tables and, most importantly, tickling the patrons as much as they were allowed to.
Yes. Tickling.
For just as gamblers have casinos and drunkards have pubs, those inclined to have their wits tickled out of them had The Laughing Boys. An establishment where likeminded people could come together to celebrate their common fascination.
Ace looked around like a kid in a candy shop. There was something going on everywhere he looked, not unlike the densely packed picture books he would gaze at for hours as a child, finding a little previously unnoticed detail with each new glance. A lion teasing a Vaporeon’s ribs with his claws… A horse having his impressive member feathered… An entire table giggling as one of the staff crawled under it and tickled everyone’s bare feet.
For those that shared Ace’s proclivities - for tickle lovers - it was Heaven on Earth. He smiled.
“Not bad, June. Not bad.”
He made his way past the many tables and towards the bar in the back which was being tended to by a tall Lopunny woman.
“Uh… Hi?”
“Hey there, handsome.” Ace felt himself blush. “Let me guess. First time here?”
“Yeah, is it that obvious?” he giggled bashfully, taking a seat at the bar. “I’m here to see a magic show.”
“Ah, coming to see June, are you?”
“That’s right.”
“Her show starts in about an hour on the top floor. In the meantime, can I get you something?”
He peered through the lengthy menu of cheekily-named drinks and settled on a ‘Laughing Beauty’. As the Lopunny mixed the fruity cocktail, she gave him a brief rundown of the place. “This entire floor is strictly for R&R,” she explained. “Folks come by to have a drink and relax from other more intense activities.”
“What activities?”
“Well, we have endurance machines and a ring for tickle-wrestling. Milking stalls, tickle-twister, tickle duels… Not to mention the staff will tickle you if they think you’re cute and, just between us, you better watch out.” she gave him a playful wink. “Of course you can tickle them back. Everyone here is okay with it.”
Ace caught himself grinning at the titillating images her words painted in his mind.
“Really? Can I really go up to any of the ladies and tickle them?”
“Yup! The Laughing Boys bar is the only place in the world where you can do that!” she boasted as she set the pinkish-orange drink on the bar counter. “I know it can be a bit overwhelming at first so come sit at the bar if you get tired. It’s the one place where the staff won’t tickle you.”
He thanked her and left the bar, deciding he wanted to explore the place a bit before June’s magic show. Drink in hand, he climbed the stairs to the upper floor and, true to the bartender’s words, there was a wrestling ring around which a crowd gathered to see a lithe otter square off against a bulky green dragon. Both were naked.
The dragon charged towards his adversary in a ferocious tackle that the otter skillfully dodged. Before he could recover, the mustelid poked his belly and, almost instantly, he doubled over in laughter. Cheers erupted from the crowd. The smaller man took the chance to grab his opponent’s sizeable member and begin jerking it while scribbling his tiny claws over the glans. The dragon became hysterical! He struggled wildly and tried to push the otter away from his ticklish cock but the underdog was determined to triumph over the giant. Was the match going to end so soon after it had begun?
Only after an agonizingly long time did the dragon manage to swish his fluff-tipped tail over the otter’s nose, causing him to sneeze loudly and finally lose the iron grip on his privates. A muscular green arm shot out and grabbed the otter by both arms which were then held up above the scared mustelid’s head. What followed was an onslaught of armpit tickles that left him begging for mercy and yet also visibly aroused.
Then the dragon went in for the kill.
Having left the otter too tired to struggle, he dropped him on the ring and quickly tickled his cock and balls to orgasm, thus crowning himself the victor of the bout.
After the match, he helped the otter to his feet and walked him off the ring to the sound of applauses. Evidently, the crowd was quite satisfied with their performances. As the fighters walked away from the ring they smiled and chatted in a friendly manner, seemingly getting along quite well.
Having watched the spectacle made Ace think. He wasn’t the strongest guy by any measure but, if tickling was an allowed form of offense, then he might have a good chance against any other guy here. He thought about signing up for a match later. For now, there was more to see.
Next to the ring, another crowd gathered around a table where a naked fox was being strapped to.
“Alright, gents. I’m sure you all know the rules already but I’ll say them one last time for those in the back,” announced a semi-naked Umbreon. “Our foxy friend here will get blindfolded and tickled with a bunch of different tools. If he can guess them right, he wins. If not…” she paused and smirked at the nervous fox. “…you all know what happens then.” She slipped a cloth blindfold over the fox’s eyes and unrolled her tool bag. She took a large feather and swished it over the fox’s nose.
“Ah… Ahaha! Ahahah-CHOO!” The fox sneezed loudly and the crowd cheered. “F-Feather.”
“Correct! That was an easy one to get you warmed up,” she picked up a plastic hairbrush next and began brushing the man’s belly. He was lost in laughter for a few seconds before blurting out his answer.
“Haiairbruhuhush!”
“Good boy! My, you’re good at this. You must have a lot of experience getting tickled with all sorts of tools, huh?”
“Y-You could say that.” He was flustered but his hard cock betrayed his enjoyment of the situation.
Next, she picked up a metal pinwheel and set it down on his armpit, only instead of rolling it as was its intended use, she turned it on its side and dragged the pointy metal prongs down along the sensitive skin.
“EEK!! Hahahaha! F-Fohohork!”
“Oooh, sorry, boy. It’s a pinwheel!” She pulled his blindfold up and wagged the pinwheel in front of his teary eyes. “Looks like you lost the game. Do you know what that means?”
“Gang tickling!” shouted the crowd as they swarmed the naked fox, tickling every bit of him they could get a hold of.
“Hahahaha! Stohohop!!”
“Not for ten minutes, they won’t,” teased the Umbreon. “Then it’s on to round two.”
It seemed like a harsh punishment, Ace thought, but it made him admire the fox’s courage.
He fled the scene as if the crowd was about to develop a sudden taste for raptor, weaving his way past the onlookers until another game caught his attention. The participants were a fluffy aardwolf and a black cat. They stood inches away from one another each with an arm raised above his head and tied to a chain that dangled from the ceiling.
Each man could, with his free hand, choose to tickle their opponent’s naked torso or protect his own. The one restriction being that he could not touch his opponent below the waist - that was a job for the scantily clad Ampharos woman dual-wielding feather dusters. She ran the clusters of plumes over their erect members and coerced great quantities of laughter and pre-cum from both men who desperately fought against ever-approaching orgasms, each trying to make the other’s battle more difficult.
The aardwolf squeaked as the cat’s nimble claws danced in his armpit and unleashed his counterattack in the form of a tight squeeze to his opponent’s side. This gave him the upper hand as the frazzled feline flew into a frenzy of laughter and attempted to swat his hand away. At the same time, the Ampharos feathered both men’s tips. Both aardwolf and feline tensed up and tried their darndest to stop a premature climax from occurring - which Ace had deduced would declare the end of the game much like it did with the earlier bout between the dragon and the otter.
Against all odds, it was the aardwolf who gave in first as the cat reached out to poke his belly at just the right time to put a dent in his defenses. This finally made him succumb to the feathers’ kiss and climax. It was over and the cat had won.
The Ampharos released both men who promptly shook hands and exchanged some friendly words before agreeing to head down for a drink together. Once again, Ace is impressed by the level sportsmanship shown.
As he walks away, something catches his eye; or rather, someone.
She was a tall Dragonite wearing an outfit that left very little to the imagination (as it did for every other staff member.) She sat cross legged in front of a raised platform where a wolf - bound and blindfolded - kneeled down. She held a small plate of finely ground black pepper and dipped in it the tip of a feather like a painter wetting his brush before tickling the canine’s sensitive nose with it. Immediately, the wolf’s eyes started to water behind the blindfold and his toothy maw opened spasmodically, indicating an imminent sneezed.
“Come on, now. You have to last a minute to beat the last guy’s record.”
Her tone was perfect. Condescending enough without being patronizing.
“Y-Yes, mistress!”
The wolf was as charmed by her voice as Ace was by her appearance. He looked at her for a long time, and only realized he was staring gawk-eyed when she turned her head and their gazes met. He looked away embarrassed, which she found amusing.
“Like what you see? Why don’t you come a little closer?”
He obeyed in a heartbeat. She never stopped feathering the wolf’s sensitive nostrils, even as she scanned Ace from head to toe and he did the same to her without realizing. The generous curves of her golden form looked tantalizing, almost impossibly soft. The bartender’s words echoed in his mind, but it still felt wrong to touch her without asking.
“Excuse me, but do you mind if I… uh…”
“Tickle me?”
He nodded. “Yes, if that’s okay.”
She gave a sharp exhale and her lips curled into a sultry smile, “Go ahead! I can multitask,” she threw a glance at the poor wolf who seemed about ready to burst.
With his heart racing, Ace dared to place his fingers on her exposed sides and gave them a small squeeze.
“Eek! My sides are really ticklish!”
His otherwise blue cheeks turned into a very bright shade of red and he found himself unable to stop giving squeeze after squeeze to her sides.
“That tickles! Oh, it tickles!” she laughed yet kept mostly still and never stopped feathering the poor wolf’s sniffer. Even as Ace grew more adventurous and started skittering his claws over the exposed area of her breasts (which, in that uniform, was most of it), she persisted.
“Tickle tickle!” Ace teased as he traced the contours of her hips.
The added shakiness of those touches transferred to her hands, to the feather, and to the wolf’s nose, causing him to finally give in and sneeze loudly.
“Achoo!!”
This made Ace snap out of his tickler’s trance.
“Oh. Uh… Sorry. Was that my fault?”
“It might’ve been,” she giggled. “It’s okay, he never would’ve beaten that record anyway.”
“Aww…” the wolf grumbled with a sniffle.
“Do you want to try? I promise not to pepper my feather too much for you.”
“Thanks, but I should head to the magic show. A friend is waiting for me there.”
The Dragonite looked a little disappointed. “Well alright. You have a good show, then. And feel free to come back here after!”
He said goodbye and looked for the elevator.
Upon exiting at the top floor, he was once again asked for his invitation but, instead of being guided to his seat as he expected, he was taken backstage where someone lounged on a chair next to a large dark curtain that obscured some unseen object behind it.
“Took you long enough. I take it you’ve been looking around before coming to see me?”
He smiled. “Yeah. Impressive place. Somehow doesn’t surprise me you got a gig here. Seems like your type of joint.”
She was a Meowscarada. A lithe feline with fur colored in pleasant shades of green and a large mask that resembled that of a jester. Ace could never quite tell if it was part of her fur or just an accessory. Either way, he never saw her without it. As she sat up, a long, bifurcated cape flowed behind her. She was trickery and mystique impersonated.
“Did you take part in any of the attractions?”
“Not exactly but I did meet a lovely Dragonite just before getting here. So do I get a VIP seat to your show or what?”
Her lips curled into a devious smile. A smile Ace had seen before.
“Actually, I wanted you to help me warm up before the show. Would you like to see a magic trick?”
“Not one of the ones that always go terribly wrong, I hope.”
“No, you jerk!”
“I’m kidding!” He was not. June’s magic did have a tendency to go awry. “What do I have to do?”
She went behind a curtain and wheeled out a rectangular box large enough for him to narrowly fit into.
“Get in,” she said, motioning towards the inside of the box.
“Oh, I’ve seen this once before! You’re gonna split me in half! Isn’t this usually done with two people, thought? One for the torso and one for the legs?”
“Not when you’re as good as me. Now hurry up! The show is about to start.”
Ace awkwardly stuffed himself inside the box. He lied on his back and pushed his head through an opening so that it was the only thing sticking out when June closed it shut.
“Now stay still.” She closed her eyes and waved her hands over the box. They began glowing with a mystical pink aura that enveloped the box and the raptor contained within. A strange tingling spread over Ace’s body and crescendoed until the box suddenly split itself into five segments all separate from each other.
“Whoa! That’s wild!”
“Impressive, right? See if you can move.”
He tried to push the box’s lid open but found himself completely unable to move his arms. It was if the same aura that had split the box had also clamped down his limbs and held them in place. After a brief but spirited struggle, he gave up.
“Nope. Can’t move.”
That smile again. He was starting to get nervous.
“Excellent!”
“Very impressive indeed but can you put me back together now? Your show is about to start.”
“That’s right,” she began wheeling Ace - all five boxes of him towards - the stage. “And I’ve just got my volunteer all set up.”
“Wait! June, please! I have uh… really bad stage fright, yes! I’ll just embarrass us both if you put me out there!”
“Oh, don’t you worry, Ace. You don’t need to do a thing.”
As they came out on stage, they were first met with roaring cheers and then with gasps of incredulity as the crowd took notice of the raptor’s head sticking out of a box that looked about five times too small to contain the rest of his body. June arranged the remaining segments of the box randomly.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you all for coming! My name is June and I am here today with Ace who so graciously volunteered to be the night’s main attraction. As you can see, I have split him into these boxes. Don’t believe me? Then allow me to demonstrate!”
One by one, she opened small side panels on each of the boxes to reveal each of Ace’s segmented body parts to the crowd. His torso in one, his knees in another… After another round of gasps and applause, she closed the side panels again and opened the top one at one of the boxes - the same one that contained his hips. Ace felt himself blush.
“W-Wait! June, what are you-?”
“Quiet. You’re gonna like this part.”
She waved her hands again and he felt his hips rise inside the box until his genitals poked through the top panel to be in full view of the crowd. The room exploded with rambunctious cheers and Ace felt a thousand lustful eyes on his flaccid cock.
“June, please! This is embarrassing!”
“And just so you can see that it really does belong to him…”
She produced a feather and pointed it towards his genitals. Ace couldn’t believe this was real, but the feeling of that feather kissing his glans forced him too. This really was just another elaborate excuse to tickle him.
In retrospect, it should have been quite obvious from the beggining.
“June! June, for fuck’s sake don’t tickle me in front of all these people!”
He was panicking now. Visibly so. June’s response was a simple smirk and the start of an interminable tickle session that was sure to drive him wild. She wrapped her hand around his length and feathered around his tup until he was erect. Then she feathered the underside from balls to frenulum slowly and repetitively. The sensations were maddening but Ace couldn’t do a thing about it. He was entirely powerless.
“Juhune! I-It tihickles!”
“That’s the point, silly! Now laugh louder so that everyone can hear you!”
She began circling the feather around his balls. That was Ace’s breaking point. He opened his mouth and let out a mighty deluge of cackles that delighted the audience. At same time, June began skittering her pointy claws over his tip while never letting go of his scrotum.
“Coochie coo, Ace! How long can you hold out when I tickle you like this, hm?”
Not long. Ace was sure of that. Despite how unbearable it was to have his sensitive cock tormented, some part of the raptor loved the stimulation, and the occasional eruptions of pre that coated his tip were proof of that.
“Having fun there, Ace?”
“STOHOHOP!”
“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s up the ante, shall we?”
At first, he didn’t know how she could possibly do that, but then he saw the electric toothbrush in her hand.
“Wait! June, please, anything but that! You can just keep using the feather! I-I’ll cum soon, I can feel it!”
“I bet,” she said indifferently and turned on the electric toothbrush.
Ace didn’t want to look but he also couldn’t look away as the tool slowly descended upon his helpless cockhead. When the vibrating cluster of fibers came into contact with the precum-coated appendage, he roared.
Cheers erupted from the crowd as the raptor appeared to have a seizure inside the box. His head flailed around wildly and his limbs tested the limits of the magic that kept them still. Round and round it went, all around his sensitive glans while she teased his balls. Then, switching strategies, she pressed the brush under his scrotum and teased his frenulum with her claws. This pushed Ace to the point of no return.
“I-I’M GOHOHONNA-”
A might orgasm overtook him before he could finish that sentence. Ace’s entire body shook with pleasure as his seed shot high up in the air and landed back on the box and the floor. He was exhausted.
The crowd was elated and June bowed to it.
“And that will be all for tonight, folks. Thank you all for coming and I hope you enjoyed the show!”
Ace’s memory was hazy. He faintly recalled being wheeled backstage again and magically put back together. June said something about a private room and headed out. After resting for a while, he left the box and made his way to the backstage bathroom to clean himself.
He thought about heading down to have a drink and recover but that didn’t feel quite right.
No.
Revenge was in order.
He asked the first person he saw - a security guard - where June had gone. He arrived at June’s room, but not before receiving several embarrassing compliments for his ‘performance’, each one fueling his thirst for revenge. He knocked on the door and the feline quickly opened it.
“Oh hi, Ace! Wanna come in?” She seemed completely nonplussed by his appearance, as if she was expecting him. “Got some snacks if you’re hungry.”
He stepped inside cautiously, half-expecting some kind of trap from the tricky woman.
“You know, you could’ve asked me about tonight beforehand,” he said.
“You would never have agreed to it!”
“Maybe I would have. I would’ve thought about it, at least,” he crossed his arms. “In any case, I think I’m owed a little fun as payment, don’t you think?”
“Wait, no!” she stepped back as he prepared to tickle her. In a panic, she started casting another spell, but fumbled it as Ace squeezed her sides. After the magical smoke cleared, she was tied spread eagle on her own bed. Evidently not what she wanted to do.
“Wait, Ace! We can talk about this!”
“Too late for that, June. Payback time!”
He started with her armpits, scratching and poking his claws over the impossibly sensitive hollows to great effect - at once, June was squirming and laughing maniacally as she was now forced to taste some of her own medicine. Her laughter was as sweet as the taste of revenge.
“What’s the matter June? Can’t handle a little tickling?” he teased as he started using his tail to poke her belly button.
“PLEHEHASE! IHIHIT TICKLEHEHES!”
“That’s the point, kitty cat. Just be glad you’re not in a box.”
He trailed his claws down from her armpits to her nipples and began tickling there. Rogue moans made their way out between the cascades of laughter. He gave her a smug grin.
“Oh, what’s this? Tickles make you horny too, huh? That’s good to know.”
Ace’s tail moved from her belly button to her genitalia and began gently swishing over the quivering lips of her pussy. June arched her back and screamed.
“PLEHEHEASE!”
“Let me think about it… No.”
Delighted with her reactions, Ace used his tail to cover the area from her pussy to her tailhole, making sure to spend an appropriate amount of time on each so as to maximize the torture. Although the raptor didn’t consider himself to be a sadist, her struggles did amuse him quite a bit. It certainly helped that what she had put him through made him feel like he’d earned the right to go a little hard on her.
“Coochie coo, June! I’m gonna tell everyone out there how ticklish you really are! Maybe you can be the volunteer for your own show next time! I’ll even volunteer too - to tickle you, that is.”
“Nohoho!”
“No tickling? Fine, we can do something else.”
He reached for her nightstand where there was a pack of tissues and pulled one of them, twisted it, and began tickling her nostrils with it.
“Ahahahaaaachoo!!”
If the tickling wasn’t enough, he was now making her sneeze like crazy, adding yet another layer of torment to the revenge.
As he felt her pussy lips quiver and her laughter becoming stiffer and stopped by increasingly frequent moans, he knew she was nearing an orgasm - just like he had been. Maybe he would stop after that orgasm - maybe not. Either way, Ace got revenge.
And just like that, The Laughing Boys bar had earned itself another regular.