A YCH picture for  feather-predator that I finished weeks ago, but have been holding out on posting in favor of concocting a reasonable story for it. X3

Upon the signing of the Feather Oath, Lazlow had found himself extra stalky and antsy regarding Abraham, Kadabra Supreme. He'd long avoided the Kadabra due to his incredible power and his untickleable nature, as dictated by plot. But things were different since that changed, now he could finally make that fella scream and yip. But how? Well, yes, by tickling him stupid, durr. But how to get to him? Cocky as Lazlow is, he knows when he's irrefutably beat. His only real power, his enthralling dialect, had little affect on the super-psychic Pokemon beyond a few intrusive thoughts. In his Hypervesscence mode, he may be able to, but then there's the problem of still not being invincible, a solid Psychic blast from Abe would still blow him straight to Tartarus. Though really, he'd not be blown to bits, but rather wind up at the ticklish (lack of) mercy of the fox, which was the worse fate for Lazlow by far. At least "death" would be relatively quick, and Emovere recover from that anyway.

So how did the image above happen? Well... Abraham has a tendency to fall asleep and teleport around from place to place, often into the presence of friends. A subconscious thing to be sure. Once upon a very chance occasion, he popped into the presence of Lazlow, who was building another contraption of his outside of his house by the woods. Now normally Lazlow would bolt upon seeing Abe, awake or not. But this time he was alone, no one to hide behind. After his panic subsided, his nerve built up instead. The sight of those plump yellow sandaled feet prodded at his curiosity, piqued his assorted grim interests. Once he was sure Abe was docile and deeply asleep, he took a few steps toward him. Lazlow may be smart, but his sadistic lust can get the better of him and his good sense. This could cost him a verrrry intense tickling if he got caught, but this seemed like a once in a bluest moon opportunity. He fixed his sights on the comet shard twisted spoon necklace. The source of Abe's huge power, which hung around his neck. He out stretched his hand carefully, touching the warm metal with extreme caution and a pounding heart... Ah! Abe moved, Lazlow's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. He took a moment to regain his composure, and reached toward it again. It almost seemed impossible to grab, right there yet beyond reach. Lazlow's furry palms grew heavy with sweat, and his heart pounded and palpitated in adrenaline fueled excitement. He felt almost ridiculous getting so worked up over a cute snoozing fox-man, but that fuzzy critter may as well been the Balrog of Moria to Lazlow, who preferred the thought of being stabbed to being tickled. But after staring at the faintly glowing shard fixed upon the wrought spoon, the purple glow turned green just ever so slightly. The longer Lazlow stared at it, the greener it became, and it felt as though he was having a real heart-to-heart with the object. He wanted this Pokemon to scream, he wanted this powerful being to beg, he wanted it so badly. The desire intensified in his heart, and the more he wanted it, the greener and brighter it glowed. Where he was paralyzed with fear moments before, he couldn't stop himself now. He acted with haste and eagerness, untying the necklace some before just simply yanking it the rest of the way off... And with that, the Kadabra's eyes popped open, awake and alert!

Lazlow leapt backwards, heart pounding like a boxer in the first round. Abe stood up and grinned. "Well well, Lazlowwwww~ You finally got the nerve to come face me... You know this story ends with you in stocks, laughing and covered in Itchybell, don't you?" He taunted, the star on his forehead glowing as he readied something distinctly psychic. Lazlow growled and stepped back, his own eyes alight with the mojo of his distinct ability standing up to fight too. "I believe you have something of mine, Lazlow? I'd like it back now, please. I'll go easy on you if you comply~" He sounded so condescending when he said that, at least to Lazlow's ears. He quickly tied the necklace around his neck. Abraham clicked his tongue in that disappointed sorta way. "Oh Lazlow, dear boy, that will never work for you. You don't know how to use the shard." He said as he readied an attack. Lazlow braced, teeth gritted and eyes wide as a reality-bending wave of psycho energy pumped across the forest floor directly at him... And bent its way around his small body. Lazlow had his arms up defensively, for all it would have even been worth. He looked around in confusion, unsure of how he was still standing. He felt around his body to see that he was still fully corporeal. Abraham cocked his head, also unsure of what had happened. "What..." Both boys said in unison at the event. Abe readied another psychic blast and sent it toward Lazlow again. Up went his arms again to block, but he kept his eyes open this time. The energy had once again distorted harmlessly around Lazlow. Abraham's expression turned to something frightened. "No, how could you..." And he stepped back, seeing the comet shard glowing an ethereal pale green. At that moment, Lazlow's face twisted in a most wicked way into a lustful grimace."Oh... Ohhhh! Oh Abrahaaaammm~" Lazlow stepped toward the fox. Abe tried to teleport away, but with Lazlow's sudden excitement, his powers amplified with his mood, not even counting the multiplier applied by the comet shard. He focused his mind's eye on Abe, on his very mind, grabbing onto it and twisting around the very wiring. He reversed his instincts, unplugging and plugging the flight instincts into the part that told him to freeze. Instead of teleporting safely away, Abraham dropped to his knees, his eyes glowing a ghostly green just like Lazlow's. Lazlow bent down and picked up the fox's ankles, and dragged his trembling body over to a log. At the same time, he stuck a worm into his mind, filling it with traitorous instincts of submission and helplessness, effectively suppressing his own ability to stand up and take off running. On top of that, as he set Abe's feet down on the log to prop them up, Lazzy twisted a few more mental wires. He switched the reflexive twitch with the lock-up reflex. As he plucked off a sandal and ran his finger down the smooth yellow sole, Abraham let out a tickled yip. He wanted to yank his sensitive foot away, but his reflexes had been reversed, and all he could do was hold still. Off came the other sandal, as well as Lazlow's own shoes and socks. He stood up over the Pokemon at his feet, eyes gleaming with years-old desire and hypnotic power, giggling at the shivering yellow cutie down on the grass. "Heheee~ Arms up, handsome." Lazlow's voice twanged faintly as if he had two throats. Abe's arms shot up over his head, the chihuahua's voice tingling the back of his head like ASMR and activating his motor functions. And with his mind clouded and in a panic, and his fighting instincts reversed, he could barely do a thing to stop it. Lazlow grinned and lightly stepped on the Kadabra's snout, forcing his dominant scent into his nostrils. "Why so frightened? You're soooo much stronger than me, Abraham." He could tell Abe was trying to ready a desperate sneak attack, but Lazlow reversed his mind's direction once more. Abe's actions betrayed him, his attempts to throw psychic energy instead channeling through another path in his mind. He pinned himself to the ground with his own psychic power, and only renewed the ersatz gravity with each attempt to attack. Lazlow turned around and got on his knees, leaning into the legs propped up on the log, and gently rubbed the plump toes and cushy soles inches from his face, sniffing at them with a slowly wagging tail. He grinned wickedly as he gave each foot a slow stroke with one finger each from between the toes to the claw of the heels, squeezing out a whimpering moan from the psychic powerhouse they were connected to.

Stroke after stroke, Abe's yipping became more and more frantic, soon exploding into a desperate series of laughs as Lazlow's teasy strokes turned into spirited skitters across the long furry arches. Minutes upon slow, ticklish minutes scoot on by, dragged out ever more as time seemed to dilate around Lazlow. The chihuahua boy was overflowing with excitement, his thrall strengthened by his dominant mood. This was the best time he's had in so long, and had no mind to stop anytime soon. He looked back behind himself at the desperate pleading eyes of the paralyzed Pokemon behind him, but there was no pity to be found in the Emovere's heart, as he was an Emovere comprised of the sadism and selfishness of a sadistic rabbit's heart. He dug his own toes into Abe's sides, making him cry out louder with a harsh yip upon the sudden contact. It was a tricky feat for his feet, but some wiggling toes and waggling feet teased and tormented the slender fox's sides in a most ticklish manner. Most of Lazlow's focus was hard fixed onto Abe's feet, which could do little more than shiver and occasionally bend briefly, but remained fixed in place. Abraham screamed with laughter, tears pouring like a spring trickling from a mountain as Lazlow's skilled fingers danced across his soles, which were so soft and sensitive from hardly being used thanks to his regular habit of levitation and teleportation. Lazlow nuzzled Abe's thick toes with his cheek, appreciative of the scent, grinning like a sadistic dope. The howling, yipping laughter from behind was sweet music to his ears. He never thought he'd get at Abraham's feet without some sort of soul-deal with Giratina. His fingers were full of energy, his heart full of sadistic lust, and with the comet shard multiplying his hypnotic power well beyond the norm, he wasn't gunna let the Kadabra leave any time soon. He realized in the back of his mind that one day he may pay dearly for this torture. Maybe a devil's deal in its own right, but he put the thought out of his head and focused on the sweet torture. Even still, he knew he had to make the very best of this time to be worth it. Worry not, he won't let Abraham pass out nor die. Where's the fun in a lifeless foot that responds to neither touch nor taunt? He's going to keep Abe breathing, panting, begging for a long long time, for as long as he could keep the comet shard on his side, and as long as he could keep the Kadabra pinned down under his own psychic weight.

And here's an alternate version with more classical swirly hypno eyes. X3 http://sta.sh/01r85vhxormm