Swatkats Ticklish Squadron
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Swatkats - Ticklish Squadron
Jake and Chance were extremely exhausted. Their aircraft was in bad condition after the battle with Madcat. There were so many repairs that needed to be done. Jake decided that he needed a break since he has worked non stop since the morning. "Chance...I�m just going to have a short nap!...Think you can manage on
your own for the next hour?" asked Jake.
"Go Ahead buddy!... you look drained. You'll be more help when you are refreshed." said Chance.
Chance knew that from the both of them that he was better at fixing the aircraft then Jake so he didn�t mind whether Jake was present or not. With that being
said, Jake walked off to his room to catch a nap. His overalls were filthy. After all the repairing and servicing to their air craft, they had grease stains
and dirt. His hands were also black from the grease and oil. Jake entered his room and closed the door behind him. With all the drilling and rattling going on, he could not sleep with the door open since he will
never doze off to sleep. He decided to change into something comfortable to sleep in. His overall was simply too filthy and uncomfortable to sleep in. After
scanning the room, he spotted a clean t-shirt and a pair of track pants that he usually slept in.
As he was about to change into his clothes, he looked at himself in the mirror and realized that he should probably take a shower before jumping into bed.
Jake sat on his bed, his arms sore from all the work. He then leaned back, and laid flat on the bed just staring at the ceiling. He just needed a moment to
relax before jumping into the shower. He stretched his sore arms and legs and let out a moan of relief. He was all sweaty and dirty and looked forward to
sitting in a hot bath and just relaxing. His clothes felt uncomfortable and were a bit damp from the sweat. They were stuck to his body in an uncomfortable
way, but he was too tired to care. His feet hung off the bed, still in his big heavy work boots. He was happy at the thought of soaking his tired feet in the
bath while relaxing. He wiggled his toes in his boots, and they seemed to be warm and moist with sweat since he had not taken his boots off since the morning. He slowly began to
lean forward and kick them off. He removed his right boot and threw it near the front of his bed. He did the same for the left boot. He bent forward to remove
his thick gym socks. They were damp and moist with sweat from his feet. he picked up his right foot and slowly peeled off his right sock. The dampness seemed
to make it cling tightly to his feet. It was similar to peeling the skin off a banana. The edge of the sock pulled over his heel, his arch than slipped off
his toes. He removed the left sock as soon as he was done with the right foot. He wiggled his toes which were now free from the confinement of his boots. He
picked up both his socks and held them to his nose. He took a big sniff and nearly pass out at the strong smell that invaded his nose.
"WHEEEEWWW!....I guess I really need this bath after all!" He said as he threw them on the floor. He then undressed from his overall, and hopped into the
bathroom to take his long awaited bath. Chance on the other hand was trying to fix a dent on the left wing of the aircraft. He need a hammer but couldn�t find it. He was annoyed at the fact that
every tool was not in its right place. Jake Just left everything as it was before taking a break. After he found the hammer he went over and began
straightening the dent on the left wing.
After a few knocks, something fell onto the floor. Chanced jumped down to investigate. He found a small computer chip with a flashing light. It suddenly
struck him what this could be.
"Oh damn!!!! Looks like a transmitter. Id better get rid of this before our cover was blown"
Chance did not want to smash the device. He thought that he would lead who ever this belonged to far away from their hideout. He did not want to disturb
Jake so he just jumped into the car and decide to drive to the scrap yard so he can throw it in a huge pile of garbage. He laughed at the thought of leading
the culprits to a huge pile of garbage.
After a few minutes he arrived at the scrap yard. He got off his car and ventured into the place. He thought of finding the biggest pile of garbage to hide
the transmitter in. After scouting the place he found what he thought would be a good place to hide the device in. As he was about to throw the device, he
paused for a while. He thought that he should rather hide it in something to prolong the search for it. This meant digging a bit in a huge pile of dirt. He was lucky that he was in his overalls which were dirty anyway so it didn�t matter to him whether he got just a bit dirtier. After some digging, he was
about to throw the device and cover up the hole he had made. But of a sudden...
"FREEZE!!!!! swatkat scum!!!"said a familiar voice.
Chance turned around and to his surprise he saw madcat. "What!...who the hell are you" said madcat with a puzzled look whilst pointing a gun at Chance.
Chance was surprised since they thought that the explosion killed madkat in their previous battle. Chance remained silent as madcat spoke.
"Who are you and what do you know about the swatkats!!" exclaimed madcat.
Chance was thankful that he was still in his overalls so madcat wouldn�t recognize him.
"I don�t know anything about the swatkats" answered Chance.
"You expect me to believe you! I see my transmitter in your hand. You are one of their henchmen!"
With that madcat commanded his troopers to grab Chance. After some struggle, chance was restrained by the troopers. "Take him back to the lair....I have plans for him" commanded madcat to his troopers.
Chance was worried now. Besides Jake not being there, he had none of his equipment or anything that could help him. He wondered what horrors awaited him.
Madcats evil laugh was all that he heard before one of the troopers put a blindfold over his eyes. Before he could even think, a cloth with a weird smelling
substance was placed over his nose and mouth.......all the world seemed to fade as the smell made him feel weaker until he eventually passed out.
Hours passed and Chance finally woke up. The large tabby was still drowsy from being chloroformed. After a few moments when he was fully conscious, he found
himself in a small cell. It was dark and the cell was bare. It just had a blanket to lie on as well as an old dirty toilet. It seemed like this was used as a
storage for prisoners. The cell was also very hot. It seemed that the ventilation wasn�t very good at all. But then again, the cell was meant for prisoners.
A few hours had passed and Chance thought he would eventually dehydrate. The heat was getting to him and he did not know how long he would remain captive in
the cell for. He was dripping with sweat and wished that he had an ice cold soda to quench his thirst. The heat also made him feel tired and weak. All of a
sudden the door burst open. Four troopers entered the cell. Two of them grabbed Chance and basically dragged him out of the room whilst the other two kept
their guns pointed at him so he wouldn�t try anything funny. While Chance was being escorted by the troopers, their communicators buzzed....."I am in chamber 6!" said a voice on the device. It was the unmistakable
voice of madcat.
The guards eventually made their way to chamber 6 where madcat was there to greet them.
"Ready to play my little kitty" said madcat followed by an evil laugh.
"I know nothing...I told you!!" said Chance to madcat.
"Not ready to talk my friend.....I guess that I will have to loosen you up my little friend!"
Madcat and the troopers walked over to what looked like a stretcher. Its surface was padded with leather and looked quite comfortable. It seemed to have
restraints attached to it. A pair of cuffs for hands and a pair of cuffs for the ankles. It was adjustable so that it could be raised or lowered depending
on who stood in front of it.
"Strap him down!!!" said madcat
Chance was pushed onto the device and the four guards began to cuff him down. Two troopers secured both his hands his head. The two troopers grabbed his legs
and secured both his ankles using the other cuffs. "Comfy my little tabby?" said madcat
"Look...I told you I don�t know anything. I don�t know what else you want you want from me!" said chance in a state of panic.
"After I loosen you up, you will be telling me more than what I need to know my little tabby"
"Guards leave us!!" said madcat. The guards immediately left the room and closed the door behind them. "Ready to play my friend......cos I have a nice game
for you!" Chance began to tremble as madcat walked up to him. He began to cut open chances shirt. Once that was done he tossed the rag aside. Chance was now
shirtless. His fur striped yellow fur was all that shielded him from the claws of madcat. He felt defenseless. His couldn�t move his arms of feet. His bare
chest and slightly chubby stomach felt exposed.
Madcat grinned and walked over to Chances feet. He began unlacing his boots. Chance did not know what to think. he just looked at the ceiling not knowing
what to expect. He heard his boots being flung over to the other end of the room. Madcat was met by Chances feet staring him straight in his face. His feet has a pair of thick gym socks on them. they were slightly discolored but not really dirty. The socks had damp spots at the heels of chances feet
and up by his toes. The sweat lined socks made them cling to chances feet. Madcat began to pull of his socks. He grabbed his right foot and used his fingers
to delicately remove his gym socks. They moved over his ankle, then his heel and glided over the arch of his foot and toes.
Madcat took off his other sock in a similar slow fashion. He was then greeted by chances size 12, wide sweaty yellow soles of his feet. As Chance gulped in
terror, Madcat licked his lips in delight.
"Ready for some fun tabby!" said madcat.
Chance remained silent. "I SAID ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FUN TABBY CAT!!" asked Madcat as he took his long clawed index finger and began to slowly run his claw
up the heel of Chances feet, to the sole and tips of his toes.
Chance yelped in shock which made the table rattle. He then new the horrific situation he was in. He was about to be tickled senseless by Madcat. "No...You aren�t going to...No Please anything else!!.....I cant....I wont...not this!! ....Please I can�t stand being tickled!!"
"OHH....don�t give up now. We haven�t even begun to play yet"
Mad bent down again and ran his claw up his foot again.
"Hee-he-he-he" Chance began to giggle.
Madcat began to run his claw up and down the sole of his foot a bit more vigorously. Chance went from giggles into bursts of laughter.
"He-he-he-he..........HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA...NOOOOOOHOOOOOO-HOOOO-I CANT-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-PLEASE-STA-AAA-AAP!!"
Chance was hysterical with laughter. He tried to move his feet from left to right but it didn�t work. He was completely helpless. He wiggled his toes
vigorously but the claws tickled them mercilessly. Madcat on the other hand was having the time of his life. Although chance was bigger and possibly
stronger than him, he loved the fact that he had control of Chance by just tickling his toes. As muscular and well built that Chance was, it didn�t matter.
His strength was no match for the horrific situation he was in. Madcat suddenly stopped tickling his feet. He then walked up to a nearby table. He then returned to Chance and looked him in the eye and asked him..."Are we
ready to talk yet my friend?"
Chance knew he couldn�t give up their identity or location. He knew that Madcat couldn�t tickle him forever and eventually would believe that he really didn�t
know anything about the swatkats squadron.
"I told you I know nothing" said chance out of breath.
Madcat then waved two feathers in his face. They were white and seemed stiff. Chance was about to find out what it was like to be at the ends of their
torturous white tips. Mad cat walked over to chances shirtless chest.
"Where do you want it kitty.....The belly or your armpits?" asked Madcat.
Chance ignored Madcat. Madcat mounted himself atop Chance. "I Guess I will start my way from the top and work my way down to your toes then" said madcat.
Chance closed his eyes and took a deep breath waiting for the next attack. He then felt the tips of the feathers work their way under his arms. "HMM-MMM-MMPH-HAA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-AAAAAAHHHHH"....chance was screaming so loud in agony that the troopers heard his screams. They began
to wonder whether Madcat was working on his arms or toes and soles. They each shuddered imagining what would happen if they were on Madcats bad side.
Madcat then moved the feathers down and tickled Chances belly. The feathers circled his belly button and tickled his pits again. Chances eyes were basically
bulging out in ticklish agony. Madcat even used his claws on Chances armpits as well as his belly. Just as Chance seemed as though he was going to pass out
Madcat leaned over his victim and asked him again.
"You gonna tell me what I want or not?" Chance still refused to tell him anything. He couldn�t risk everything. His friend Jake and the lives of everyone.
Whether he liked it or not he would rather die then betray the city.
"If I knew I would have told you. Why don�t you believe me!" said chance still giggling from the previous tickle attack. "They trained you well tabby! I gotta hand it to those swatkats....they trained you good"
With that being said...madcat pulled over a chair and rolled it to the feet of his victim.
"I'll need to sit for this.....Looks like we are gonna be here for a while tabby!"
With that being said, Madcat pulled out the feathers and waved it threateningly for Chance to see. Chances eyes almost had tears.Madcat began to move them
closer to his soles. Chance began to giggle even before the tips touched his toes. Then it happened...
"NOOOOOOO-HAA-HA-HA-HA.......I CANT STAND THIS ANYMORE....HAA-HA-HA-HAHA-HAAAAAAAAAAAA-PLEASE-NOOOOO-MOOOOORE-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA "
Madcat enjoyed the sight of his wiggling toes trying to catch the feather. But his toes were tickled each time he tried to catch it.
"HAA-A-A-A-HA-HAAAAAAAAA-PLEASE STOP"
Madcat just continued. "Are the big strong tabby�s tootsies ticklish...huh?" he mocked Chance. Chance was at a stage where he was almost at breaking point.
The ticklishness would drive him insane. Just as he thought it couldn�t get ticklish, he felt a strange wet slimy object on the sole of his right foot. It was
Madcats tongue working his right sole. Madcat loved tickling his victims but in certain cases he loved using his tongue to tickle their feet. Madcat grabbed each of chances feet with his hands and slurped his soles with his tongue. His tongue was rough and made its way between chances sweaty toes.
Chances feet had a pleasurable aroma to madcat but the taste put him into a trance. Even if Chance was telling madcat any secrets, he was too hypnotized by
the taste and smell of his feet to care.
"HA-HA-HAAAAAA-HAA-HA-HA-HA-AAAAAAHHHHH...Not between my toes..HA-HA-HAAAAAA-HAA-CANT TAKE ANYMORE-HAA-HAAA-AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA-AAHH"
Madcat was now nibbling his toes. Chance began to feel faint now. After nearly 2 and a half hours of tickling he had enough and finally passed out. Madcat
Didn�t even realize that he had passed out. He was still licking Chances toes. About 5 minutes after he finally stopped and realized that his prisoner really
didn�t know everything. He called his troopers in and asked them to release Chance. The troopers undid his bounds. His feet still glistened with the saliva
from madcats tongue.
Chance was taken away to be released from where he was kidnapped. Madcat kept his sweaty socks as a souvenir. He took a deep sniff before putting them into
His pocket. It was a few hours later and Chance gained consciousness and found himself back at where he was captured. He eventually made his way back to the den. He found
Jake working on the aircraft.
"Where have you been chance you lazy tabby!!!....I had to finish up the repairs...you owe me big time" said Jake
Chance just walked up to a table and picked some rope and a feather and pounced on Jake....
The End