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This story takes place the same night as “A Sweet Snorting Lizard Scientist”. While Chara was busy making Alphys laugh with help from MK in that story, Frisk was busy making her mother, Toriel laugh. And she had help… from a very special friend. :)
One more thing:
If you haven’t read my journal, “New Story + New Character Info” yet, please feel free to do so because it gives you a heads up about something that will be discussed later in the story. :)
PART 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26622901/
Undertale© Toby Fox.
TORIEL’S “ANNOYING” TICKLE TORTURE
Chapter 1: More Tickles for Goat Mom! :D
It is a Friday night at Toriel’s house and Toriel has just finished grading all of her students’ math exams from earlier today. She didn’t have time to grade them at school, so she decided to grade them in the privacy of her home instead. Besides Toriel, Frisk is also in the house on this particular night. And rather than spending some alone time with Frisk after a long and productive period of time grading exams, Toriel decided to take a nap instead because she was very tired. But before taking a nap, she let her children know how they did on their exams (She texted Chara and Asriel). Chara got a 91%, Asriel got a 96% and Frisk got a 100%.
Two hours later…
Toriel: *wakes up and yawns* My goodness that was a nice nap. *realizes something unusual* Wait, wait a minute! I can’t move! Frisk, help! Frisk!! *starts stuggling*
Toriel has been tied to her reclining chair! Her arms have been tied above her head; there is a rope tied around the chair and her torso (the rope is under her breasts and above her belly); her legs have been tied to her footrest; there is a rope around her ankles; her two innermost toes have been tied together with a shoe string; and all six of her toes have tied back and rendered immobile (The six strings are tied to the rope around her ankles). In addition, the living room was dark and Toriel couldn’t see anything more than ten feet away from her.
Toriel: Frisk, where are you?!
Frisk: Right here!
Frisk then emerged from the darkness and revealed herself to Toriel.
Toriel: Frisk! What’s going on?! Why am I tied up like this?! Did you do this?!
Frisk: Why yes Mom, I did.
Toriel: Why Frisk?! Why?!
Frisk: Because someone asked me to.
Toriel: *frightened* Now just who on earth asked you to tie me up, my child?!
Frisk: Oh, let’s just say it’s someone who’s VERY naughty around you Mom. Someone very… *with a wide smile on her face* ANNOYING!
Toriel: *shocked* You don’t mean...
Frisk: Come here boy. Come here. *makes kissing noises*
In a matter of seconds, a little white dog ran into the living room and happily greeted Frisk. It was the Annoying Dog!
Frisk: Hi Toby!
Toby: Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! *starts panting*
Frisk named the Annoying Dog, “Toby” about six months ago. It took Frisk roughly a month to come up with the perfect name (to her at least) for the dog and after coming up with a very long list of names; she ultimately felt that “Toby” suited him best for some reason. *wink wink* ;)
Frisk: Oh, you are such a good boy! *pets Toby*
Toriel: Now hold on just a minute here, my child! That “thing” asked you to tie me up?!
Frisk: *with GREAT enthusiasm* Yes!
Toriel: How?! He can’t talk!
Frisk: Sure he can! I understand him clearly!
Toriel: So you speak “dog”, my child?
Frisk: That is correct Mother.
If asked, Frisk tells others that she can understand dogs and can communicate with them fluently. But what they don’t know is that the real reason Frisk is able to understand dogs is because Alphys privately developed a special earbud for her about five months ago to help her understand dogs. Frisk, Alphys, and Toby are the only ones that know about this special earbud and it is a secret that all three of them continue to keep to this very day. Frisk is currently wearing the earbud and Toriel is unable to see it because Frisk’s hair is covering her ears. But even if Frisk’s hair wasn’t covering her ears, Toriel would still be unable to see it because it blends into her ear very well and one would have to look very, very, very, very closely to be able to tell that she has an earbud in her ear.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! *pants*
Frisk: What’s that boy? You want me to tell Mom why you wanted me to tie her up?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: Yes?! Alright then!
Last Tuesday…
Toriel: *very annoyed* Oh my god! Stop eating my pies you little white pest! And give me back my phone! I paid good money for that!
When Toriel lived in The Ruins, Toby would often sneak into her home and eat her pies when she wasn’t looking and this happens to be a compulsive habit of his that continues to this very day. He would also steal her cell phone when she wasn’t looking, which was and still is something that annoys Toriel to seemingly no end. And now that Toriel has upgraded to a smart phone (She gave her old phone to Asgore), she gets even more annoyed when he tries to steal it from her.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark!
Toriel: Shoo! *scares off Toby with a broom* Get out of here! You better hope that one of the next pies I bake isn’t a chocolate one!
Toriel didn’t mean to say that to Toby. She’s bound to say anything when she’s really fired up.
Toby: Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Toriel: I just don’t understand! Why do you go through all of this trouble to make me unhappy?!
Toby: Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Toriel: I swear on my life that I would do anything to stop this madness of yours!
Upon hearing this, Toby came up with a brilliant idea (to him at least). But in order to pull it off, he’s going to need help from Frisk. Because of this, he ran upstairs to her and Chara’s bedroom when Toriel wasn’t watching to look for her.
Toby: *scratches the door like any dog would*
Upon hearing Toby scratch the door, Frisk jumped out of her bed, grabbed her dog-translating earbud, and left the bedroom to greet him.
Frisk: Hi Toby! *pets Toby* What brings you here?
Toby: Arf! Arf! Woof! Woof! *pants*
Frisk: You ate one of Mom’s pies again?
Toby: Bark! *burps*
Frisk: *smells the burp* Eww! You most certainly did! Your breath reeks of snails!
Toriel baked a snail pie for herself after baking something different for Frisk and Chara since the two of them don’t like snail pie as much as she does.
Toby: Bark! Bark! *pants*
Frisk: You want to go somewhere more private? Ok, let’s go to Azzy’s room.
Toby really wants to talk about something in private with Frisk and he doesn’t want anyone but her knowing what he wants. Fortunately, Chara is playing her favorite online multiplayer game at the moment and she is wearing her noise-canceling headphones. Frisk and Toby could talk in her and Chara’s bedroom if they want to. But just to be safe, they decided to go to Asriel’s room.
Toby: *jumps on Asriel’s bed* Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: There you go Toby. Make yourself comfortable.
Toby: Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf!
Frisk: What’s with all of the fur on the bed, you ask? Oh don’t mind that. That’s just Azzy’s loose fur. (Jeez, shed much Azzy?)
Toby: *panting*
Frisk: Now, what did you want to talk about Toby?
Toby: Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf! Ruff! Ruff! *panting* Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! *panting*
Toby has just told Frisk one of his greatest desires. He wants to tickle Toriel and he wants Frisk to help him! :D The primary reason Toby wants to tickle Toriel is because he saw Chara and Asriel tickling her last Saturday and it made him really want to tickle Toriel himself (He was in the house and Toriel, Chara, and Asriel had absolutely no idea he was watching them).
Frisk: You want to tickle my mom?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: And you want me to help you?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: *confused* And you want me to tie her up?
Toby: Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: Ok, I think I can arrange that.
Toby: Arf! Arf! Arf!
Frisk: When do you want to this, you ask? Hmm, how about this Friday? Chara’s going to see Alphys and Asriel will still be with Dad, meaning that it will just be me and Mom.
Even though Frisk is technically not Asgore’s adopted child, Frisk has recently started referring to Asgore as “Dad”. She doesn’t refer to him as “Dad” in front of Toriel however because she feels that doing so will make Toriel feel uncomfortable since she and Asgore are no longer married to each other.
Toby: *excited barks of agreement*
Frisk: Then it’s settled. But just be sure to stay true to your word that you’ll stop eating my Mom’s food and stealing her things if I do this for you.
Toby: *more excited barks of agreement*
Toriel told Toby that she would do anything to get him to stop antagonizing her and Toby feels that tying up and tickling Toriel for a set amount of time at least once a month will be an excellent replacement for all of her food he eats when she isn’t watching and all of the possessions he tries to steal from her. Upon receiving Frisk’s approval to his request, he and Frisk made an arrangement to tie up Toriel while she’s napping on Friday and get her ready for some tickles. If Toriel isn’t napping, Toby will use chloroform (which he stole) to render her unconscious. Come to think of it, they’ll probably have to use it anyway because if Toriel’s feet are as ticklish as Chara says they are, then they’ll want to keep Toriel unconscious since a slight touch to one of her toes or a gentle stroke against one of her soles is supposedly enough to wake her up. (By the way, that really is all it takes to wake up Toriel.)
And now…
Frisk: so that’s pretty much the entire story Mom. If you let Toby tickle you at least once a month, he’ll stop eating your food and trying to steal your possessions.
Toriel: Well why didn’t you just say so in the first place?! You didn’t need to tie me up Frisk! I’ll be happy to let you tickle me for a chance to get that little white pest to STOP EATING MY PIES! And to stop stealing my phone!
Frisk: I’m glad to hear that Mom. But actually, I did have to tie you up. Toby suggested it. But if you don’t want to be tied up, I guess I can untie you. *attempts to untie Toriel*
Toby: Grrrrrrrrr!
Frisk: Huh? *attempts to untie Toriel again*
Toby: Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
For the next few seconds, Frisk tried untying Toriel. But every time she tried to do so, Toby growled at her. Upon noticing this, Frisk purposely moved her hands like she was going to untie Toriel so Toby would growl at her additional times. She did this to make him growl a song (Dogsong). XD
Toby: *growls “Dogsong”*
Frisk: Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaaa!!!!! Oh my god, that was a good laugh! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Sorry Mom, but Toby doesn’t want me to untie you.
Toriel: And why is that, my child?
Frisk: If I untie you, the deal’s off! His words, not mine!
Toriel: I see. *sigh* Well then. Do what you must, my child.
With that said; Frisk grabbed a chair from the dining room table and placed it right next to the reclining chair footrest, which have a pair of big immensely ticklish feet resting on it, for Toby to sit on. :D
Frisk: Ok Toby. You can tickle her now. Do your worst!
Upon hearing what Frisk just said, Toby excitedly ran towards the dining room chair that Frisk placed next to the footrest and jumped up onto it.
Frisk: Oh you’re going for her big feet first huh? Can’t argue with you there! Chara told me they’re insanely ticklish like Asriel’s!
Toriel: Hey! Frisk, my feet aren’t big!
Toby: Bark! Bark!
Frisk: Are you sure about that Mom? Toby says they are.
Toriel: Well tell him he’s wrong! They’re not big feet at all! They’re normal sized!
Frisk: Whatever you say Mom. (Jeez, I don’t know what her problem is! There’s nothing wrong with having big feet!)
Toby: *panting*
Toriel: Well go on you little white pest. You want to tickle me so badly, go ahead and do it!
Frisk: Oh yeah, that’s another thing Mom. He also wants you to stop calling him a pest.
Toriel: But he is a pest Frisk! What kind of dog likes to constantly eat my pies and steal my phone? Everything Papyrus says is right about him!
Like Toriel, Papyrus also has strongly mixed feelings about Toby. When Papyrus was living in Snowdin, Toby would always steal his bones and this happens to be another compulsive habit of his that continues to this very day. Sometimes, Toby tries to steal the bones attached to Papyrus’s body! XD
Frisk: But Mom, that’s just Toby’s way of saying that he likes you, your cooking, and Papyrus. It’s just his thing.
Toriel: Well that “thing” of his is a nuisance! And if I have to be to be tickled so he’ll stop doing all of those things, so be it!
Frisk: Hey Toby, Mom’s upset. Maybe do something to those big feet of hers to cheer her up.
Toriel: Frisk, for the love of God, my feet are not *Toby starts licking her left foot* BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG!!!!!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
Frisk: (Oh my lord, that’s so cute! Man, what the heck have I been doing with my time?! During all those moments where I sat around and did nothing, I could’ve been tickling those big feet instead! And so far, Chara’s statement about them being ticklish just like Asriel’s is true! She’s going absolutely crazy! I can’t wait until it’s my turn to tickle them!)
Right now, Frisk is hearing adorably hysterical laughter from her mother and is dying from cuteness while listening to it. One lick to her foot from Toby’s slobbery tongue was all it took to make Toriel burst into immensely hysterical and hearty laughter. Toby’s tongue tickles twice as much than that of other dogs for some reason (a reason that he won’t tell Frisk) and it’s very effective against Toriel’s insanely ticklish feet. Chara told Frisk that she and Asriel tickled Toriel last Saturday and that her feet are ticklish just like Asriel’s. And so far, Frisk finds Chara’s statement to be true. But Frisk won’t be entirely convinced until she gets a turn to tickle Toriel’s big ticklish feet. :D
For six minutes, Toby licked every inch of Toriel’s left heel, arch, and ball (It took him a while since Toriel’s foot is huge :D) and Toriel was a complete teary-eyed, gibberish-speaking, and laughing mess. Her feet are just THAT TICKLISH and Toby has no intentions of stopping just yet. After all, he only licked one foot. And Toriel has two feet! :D
Toby: *starts licking Toriel’s right foot*
Toriel: BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* FFWAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!
No matter how hard Toriel tried, she couldn’t bend her toes, wiggle her toes, or scrunch her soles to reduce the tickly feeling of Toby’s slobbery tongue on her big immensely ticklish feet. And because she’s tied up, all she can do is just sit in her chair and struggle while trying as hard as she possibly can to break free from her predicament. Toriel is also quite embarrassed that Toby and Frisk are hearing her snort in addition to screaming with adorably loud hysterical laughter and because her arms are tied above her head, she can’t cover her mouth to muffle the sounds of her snorts. It’s bad news for her, but good news for Toby and Frisk. :)
Four minutes later…
Toby: *licks the ball of Toriel’s right foot*
Toriel: GAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BABABABAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* WEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* RAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
At this point, Toby discovered that the closer he gets to Toriel’s toes with his slobbery tongue, the harder she laughs. In addition, Frisk is even more convinced that Toriel’s feet are ticklish like Asriel’s because Toriel snorts, speaks gibberish, and gets overtaken by her own laughter super easily at the very lightest touch to one of her two feet just like that of her son (and ex-husband).
Two minutes later, Toby stopped licking Toriel’s right ball and began licking all six of her toes one by one. First, he licked her two innermost toes. And as a result, Toriel laughed a bit louder and harder than when Toby licked her soles.
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!! ANANNANANANAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish*
Frisk: Jeez Toby! You sure don’t want to give her any rest, do you? Can’t say I blame you! Her laughter is, as Mettaton would say, *does a Mettaton impression* “ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!”
Four minutes later, Toby began licking Toriel’s two middle toes.
Toriel: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* GLAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
Toriel is now an even bigger laughing mess. Her ears are flopping all over the place as she consistently shakes her head; tears are consistently streaming down her face; and she’s bouncing up and down as much as she can in her reclining chair. And because her two middle toes are more ticklish than her innermost toes, she’s making absolutely no efforts to speak due to how extremely hard she’s laughing. Toby’s tongue tickles A LOT more than fingers, feathers, and combs!
Four minutes later, Toby began licking Toriel’s two outermost toes. And like her son and ex-husband, these are her most ticklish toes! :D
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHHHOHOHOHOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!! MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOPAAHAHAHHA KAKAKAKAKAKAKAHAHAHAHAHHAAALALALLALAHAHAHAHHOOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHIHIHIHIHIHIHHOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO BLAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* FAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHA EEEEEHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* GWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! (Oh no, I can’t! I can’t hold it anymore! I’m gonna…) BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Frisk: (Oh my god! Chara was right after all! She does bleat when you tickle her toes in a VERY INTENSE manner!)
And just when Frisk thought that Chara was pulling her leg, Toriel let out several loud bleats upon having her outermost toes licked by Toby. Toriel can control her bleating much better than Asriel and Asgore but if the tickling becomes really, really, really intense for her, she will eventually start bleating in an extremely loud manner like son and ex-husband. And Toby managed to get Toriel laughing hard enough to the point that she eventually bleating! For a little white dog, Toby can sure put one hell of smile on one’s face with his slobbery tongue! ;)
After yet another four minutes of licking Toriel’s toes, Toby finally decided to give Toriel a much needed break. He’ll lick in between her toes later. :3
Toby: Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Frisk: *playful “pet talk”* Yes, you did an amazing job making Mom laugh, didn’t you Toby?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: *playfully pets Toby* Yes you did! Oh, you are such a good boy you little white ball of fluff!
Toby: *happily panting*
Toriel: *heavily breathing and talking in between breaths* …Oh… thank goodness. …I can… talk again. …My goodness… Frisk! …I DID NOT… expect that… dog’s tongue… to tickle so much!
Frisk: And I didn’t expect you to laugh that much Mom! That was crazy! Your big feet sure are ticklish.
Toriel: *still talking in between breaths* I… don’t… have… big feet!
Frisk: Yes you do Mom. And they’re very nice big feet too. *strokes her left finger up Toriel’s left foot one time*
Toriel: AHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAAAHAHA!!
Frisk: Jeez Mom! That was just one stroke! Are your feet really THAT ticklish?!
Toriel: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee! Yes Frisk… they are!
Frisk: My god, I’m even more excited to tickle them now! And don’t worry Mom; I’ll go easier on you. However, with big insanely ticklish feet like yours; that may be difficult.
Toriel: Frisk… please stop… saying I have… big feet!
Frisk: I will most certainly try to stop saying that Mom. But like trying to go easier on you with my tickling, I feel that trying to stop telling you how big your feet are may also be difficult.
Toriel: Well try… REALLY HARD… to work on that, my… child!
With that said; Frisk moved away from the reclining chair and then she sat down on the couch as Toriel rested after 24 minutes of nonstop tickling. While Frisk was sitting on the couch, Toby leaped up onto the couch and then positioned himself in Frisk’s lap. Frisk then pet Toby as she waited patiently for Toriel’s break to end and Toby loved being pet so much that he couldn’t help curling up into a ball and taking a short nap. But by doing that however, Toby unintentionally made Toriel’s resting period last longer. But that’s ok though because Toriel looks like she could use some additional recovery time before getting tickled to pieces again. After all, she’s still got 36 minutes to go. ;)
While Toby was napping, Frisk had some time to think about some things such as Toriel getting so defensive after someone tells her she has big feet. Toriel DOES NOT like being told that her feet are big and Frisk is very confused as to why that is. Toriel is a strong independent woman that many humans and monsters idolize. Not just as a queen and teacher, but in general. She sets a very positive example to all who look up to her by doing things such as constantly letting all of them know that they shouldn’t to be ashamed of who they are as individuals and that they are all equally important in their own ways. And Toriel being ashamed of her big feet is certainly not one of the ways she sets an example to them. Then again, not many individuals have commented on how big her feet are during her time as a queen and a teacher. Frisk believes that out of all individuals, Toriel should be the one who’s most proud of her big feet. And as soon as Toriel’s long tickle session is over and after Toby leaves, Frisk is going to have a talk with Toriel and ask her why she doesn’t like the size of her feet. And with luck, Frisk might be able to convince Toriel that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet. Frisk is considered by many to be a “master convincer” after all. :)
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Chapter 2: The Joy of Tickling
About fifteen minutes later, Toriel was all rested up and ready for more tickles, Toby woke up from a relaxing nap, and then Frisk grabbed a large bag of tickling utensils that she and Chara used to tickle torture MK with two days ago. The bag was sitting behind Toriel’s chair (Frisk placed it there after tying Toriel up) and in a matter of seconds, Frisk sat down in the wooden chair next to the footrest and got ready to tickle Toriel’s big feet herself. But before using any of the utensils, Frisk decided to start out it all out by using her fingers.
Frisk: Oh my, just look at these big ticklish feet. And they’re all mine to tickle. Get ready to laugh Mom! Get ready to laugh! Hahahahaha!
Before actually starting the tickling, Frisk thought it would be funny to tease Toriel by wiggling all ten of her fingers very slowly towards her big feet. Upon seeing Frisk’s ten wiggling fingers moving closer and closer to her feet, Toriel’s entire body grew really tense just at the thought of having her feet tickled again. In addition to that, her feet twitched, her lips curled, she shut her eyes very tightly, and she grit her teeth in anticipation to the inevitable tickles that are about to happen to her big ticklish feet. And while doing all of those various things, Toriel had a nervously large smile on her face and her lips were trembling with fear because she was trying very hard not to smile and laugh at Frisk teasing her in such a devious manner. And the very moment Frisk started wiggling her fingers as closely as possible to her feet without touching them; Toriel’s nervously large smile grew even larger to the point that she finally started laughing just at the mere thought of having her big feet tickled again. And because Toriel can’t move her feet or wiggle her toes, she’s laughing even harder than she would if she were able to move her feet and wiggle her toes.
Toriel: Frihihihihihihhihsk!!!! Hahahahaahahahahaha!!!! Dohohohohohohon’t teeheeheeheease meheeheehee!!!! Thahahahahahahahat juhuhuhuhuhust mahahahahahahahakes it wohohohohohohohorse!!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Frisk: Haha! That’s what I was going for! Now, REALLY LAUGH FOR ME!
With that said; Frisk began wiggling all ten of her fingers like frantically wiggling worms against her mother’s extremely sensitive soles, causing her to immediately burst into loud hysterical laughter that was oh so satisfying to listen to. ;)
Toriel: GLAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!! NOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAD!!!!!! WEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! BAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!!!! TIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIICKLE ME SOHOHOOHOHOHHOHOHOOMEWHEHEHEHEHEHERE OHOHOOHOHOTHHEHEHEHEHER THAHAHAHAAHAHAAN MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!
Frisk: Now just why would I do that Mom?! Your big feet need all the tickles they can get! And with big feet like yours, it’s gonna take me ALL NIGHT to tickle them! *tickles a bit faster* Hahahahaha!
Toriel: NOHOHOOHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!! DOHOHOOHOOHHHOHOHON’T TIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHCKLE ME FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTER!!!!!!! FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAND MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHRE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIG!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Frisk is having so much fun tickling Toriel’s big feet that she doesn’t even know if she can bring herself to tickle her anywhere else. So for the next two minutes, she wiggled her fingers against every devastatingly ticklish inch of her mother’s soles. From her heels all the way up to her toes, not one single area was safe from Frisk’s wiggly fingers and all Toriel could do was just sit there and take every single intense second of it. And because Toriel still couldn’t move her feet at all, the tickling was MUCH MORE intense for her and she was completely overtaken by her own laughter because of it. She was laughing so hard that she couldn’t close her mouth for more than a millisecond.
Two minutes later, Frisk stopped using her fingers and began using a few of the various tickling utensils. First, she wiggled two feather dusters against her mother’s toes. And yet again, Toriel immediately burst into adorably loud hysterical laughter.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOOHOOES FRIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK!!!!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOES!!!!!! *SNORT* (Oh no, not again!) FWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT*
Frisk: There we go; I was wondering when I would hear those snorts again! Like your laughter, your snorts all also oh so satisfying to listen to Mom!
As Frisk tickled Toriel’s feet, Toby watched her while lying down on the loveseat nearby. The loveseat is close to the reclining chair, meaning that Toby has an excellent view of Toriel laughing and shrieking as Frisk wiggles two feather dusters against, under, and in between her toes. Toby loves watching Toriel get tickled just as much as tickling her and he’s very excited to see what Frisk has in store for her next.
Two minutes later, Frisk put the feather dusters away and replaced them with the two largest long-handled round paintbrushes she had at her disposal.
Frisk: Now it’s time to “paint” these feet Mom! Let’s start with your toes!
Frisk then began tickling Toriel’s toes two-by-two with the two paintbrushes. Every time Frisk tickles Toriel’s feet with her fingers or utensils, Toriel tries her absolute hardest not to smile or laugh. But her feet are just so ticklish that Frisk is able to put an insanely wide smile on her mother’s face the very moment something nearly touches them. And when Frisk actually touches her mother’s feet with her fingers or utensils, Toriel immediately bursts into shrilly laughter and easily loses her focus to all of her surroundings. This is mostly because she’s concentrating way too hard on holding in her bleating.
Toriel: WAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* NOHOHOHOHO!!!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT MY TOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOOES AGAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAIN!!!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHHOOHO!!!!!!
Frisk: *singing while continuing to tickle* One giant, two giant, three giant toes! Four giant, five giant, six giant toes!
And just when Toriel thought that the tickling couldn’t get any worse, Frisk started teasing her by singing something that she would sing to a little kid if she was playing with their feet. The only difference here is that Frisk replaced the word, “little” with “giant” due to her mother having big feet rather small feet. :)
Toriel: MAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK, DOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHON’T DOHOOHOOHOOHOO THAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAT!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! ANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAND I DOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHON’T HAHAHAHAHAHAVE GIANT *SNORT* TOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOHOHOES!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!
After hilariously “painting” Toriel’s toes for ninety seconds, Frisk threw one of the paintbrushes on the floor and began “painting a picture” on her mother’s soles with the paintbrush she still had in one of her hands. And while she was “painting this picture”; Frisk thought it would be funny to act like a certain famous artist (not 100% because she put her own little spin on a few things) she watches old videos of on the internet during her spare time.
(Thumbs up to anyone who knows the person Frisk is pretending to be! ;))
Frisk: *waves at Toby* Hello everyone. We’re here today to paint something really nice. Now if I could turn your attention over to the canvas, *turns towards Toriel’s feet* we’ll start off by painting a nice happy little tree trunk right here. *“paints” a “tree trunk” on Toriel’s left arch*
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHHIIHIISK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!
Frisk: *while smirking* Now REALLY press into it. We want this tree to be as visible as possible. *presses harder into Toriel’s left arch with the paintbrush*
Toriel: AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* NOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!
Frisk: Alright, now we’re gonna paint another happy little tree trunk over here. *”paints” a “tree trunk” on Toriel’s right arch*
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! *SNORT* GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Frisk: Again, REALLY *presses harder into Toriel’s right arch with the paintbrush* press into it to make sure those colors are as visible as possible.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! *SNORT* EEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEEEKEEEKEE!!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHOHOHHOHHOOHOHEEEEEEEEEEHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!! *SNORT*
A few seconds later…
Frisk: Alright and there you have it. We’ve got some nice happy little tree trunks right here. Now how about we go ahead and paint some nice looking leaves on those tree trunks.
At this point, Frisk started “painting leaves” on both of Toriel’s balls and the bases of her six large toes.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHA!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!! YOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOU’RE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT EHEEHEEHEEHEEVEN PAINTING *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHANYTHING!!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAA!!!!
Frisk: That’s right, really show that color. *wiggles the paintbrush teasingly under Toriel’s toes* We want that to stand out as much as possible.
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! FAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHO MY GOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOODNESS!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THIS WOULD BEHEEHEEHEEHEE SOHOHOHHOOHO MUCH MOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHORE TOHOHOHOHHOHOOLERABLE *SNORT* IF I COULD *SNORT* AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *SNORT* MOOHOOHOOHOOVE MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!! *SNORT* YAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Several moments later…
Frisk: Ok; now that we’ve got some nice looking leaves on these happy little trees, how about we paint some happy little bushes… right next to these trees.
With that said; Frisk began “painting” four “bushes” on Toriel’s heels (Two “bushes” per heel).
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK, YOHOHOHOHHOOHOOHOUR “PAINTING” IS *SNORT* FIHIHHIHIHIHHIHINISHED!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Frisk: And just like with the leaves, make sure to really bring out those colors. *wiggles the paintbrush teasingly all over Toriel’s heels*
Toriel: AWOOHOOHOHOOHOHOHOHOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *SNORT* FAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* BLAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!
Frisk: There’s one happy little bush. *With a giant grin on her face* Only three more to go. *”paints” another “bush” on one of Toriel’s heels*
Toriel: AHAHAAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE STHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAP!!! *SNORT* I MEEHEEHEEHEEAN IT!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Three “bushes” later…
Frisk: And there you have it folks. Two happy little trees with four happy little bushes right next them. And remember; we don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents. *winks at Toby*
For four and a half minutes, Frisk hilariously “painted” Toriel’s feet like an artist who’s similar to Asgore in some ways (They are both kind-hearted individuals with similar happy-go-lucky personalities). And all the while Frisk did this, she felt a bit sad because the artist she was pretending to be is someone who is no longer with us. :( But luckily for Frisk, listening to Toby’s happy barking and Toriel’s sweet angelic laughter as she tickled her with the paintbrush made her feel better about the whole thing. :) And after those four and a half minutes were up, Frisk stopped to give her mother a breather.
Toriel: *huffing and puffing*
Frisk: Such lovely ticklish feet you have Mom. *teasing* And big too! REALLY BIG!
Toriel: *talking in between breaths while still huffing and puffing* My… feet… ARE NOT… BIG!!
Frisk: Again, yes… they… are!! And I happen to love that about them! Big feet are AWESOME!!
Toriel: *has a WTF look on her face*
After hearing Frisk say that big feet are awesome, Toriel was rendered speechless for a brief moment because she didn’t expect such words to come out of her daughter’s mouth. Of her three children, Toriel thought that Frisk would be the most respectful towards her big feet and be the most aware of how self-conscious she is when someone tells her how big they are. But what Toriel doesn’t seem to realize is that Frisk is constantly telling her how big her feet are in an attempt to help her see that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet.
While Toriel was resting again, Toby leaped down off of the loveseat, ran over to the bag of tickling utensils, stuck his head inside the bag, and then grabbed Frisk’s stick (The same stick Frisk used in the Underground) out of the bag with his mouth. Toriel noticed this and started to ask questions as to what he was doing.
Toriel: Now what’s that crazy dog up to? Hey, what are you doing down there you little white rascal? Are you hungry? I don’t think there’s any food in that bag. *notices the stick* Oh, it looks like he wants to play fetch.
A few moments later, Toby began running around in circles excitedly with Frisk’s stick in his mouth.
Frisk: *giggling* Oh man, you’re so cute Toby! Heeheeheehee!
Toriel: *shrugs her shoulders* (Eh, he’s not that cute.)
After running around in several circles (and somehow not getting dizzy at all), Toby placed the stick on the floor, then he lied down right next to the stick, and then he began wagging his tail like any happy dog would.
Toby: *happily panting*
Frisk: Do you wanna play fetch Toby? Is that what you want?
Toby: Ruff!
Frisk: No? Well then why did you grab my stick?
Frisk knows very well why Toby pulled her stick out of the bag. She’s just playing along to make things more fun for both her and Toby. And while Frisk and Toby were having their little conversation, Toriel looked at both of them with a very puzzled look on her face because she couldn’t figure out why Toby didn’t want to play fetch.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: You want me to tickle Mom’s feet again?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: With my stick?! You want me to tickle her feet with my stick?
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark!
Frisk: *with an evil grin on her face* Ok, I think I can manage that.
Immediately after hearing what Frisk just said, Toriel let out a nervous gasp because she knew that she was about to get her feet tickled yet again. And with a stick no less!
Frisk: Why are you so nervous Mom? Don’t you like having your big feet tickled?
Toriel: *slightly annoyed* Yes, kind of, sort of. But how many times do I have to tell you, my child? I… DO… NOT… HAVE… BIG… FEET!
Frisk: And how many times do I have to tell you Mom? YES… YOU… DO!
Toriel: *has an annoyed frown on her face*
Frisk: Aww, I’m sorry Mom. Hey, let’s turn that frown… UPSIDE DOWN!
After saying that last sentence with a very whimsical tone in her voice, Frisk began sliding her stick SLOWLY and teasingly all over every inch of her mother’s big ticklish left foot. From the bases of her toes all the way down to her heels, no area of Toriel’s left foot was safe. And the entire time that stick slid ever so slightly along every crack and crevice of her foot, Toriel squealed and shrieked like a teenage girl in addition to laughing very hysterically and her face turned as red as it possibly could with blush of slight embarrassment.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHHHOHOHOOHOHHOHO!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAD!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! WHY DOHOHOOHOHOOHOOES SOHOHOHOHOHOOHMETHING LIKE THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHHIHHHIHIIHIHICKLE SO MUCH!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Frisk: My goodness Mom! I’m BARELY touching your feet with this stick and you appear to have completely lost your mind! And your squealing is so high pitched that dogs can hear you from miles away! Am I right Toby?
Toby: *bark of agreement*
Frisk: Toby says I’m right! He’s a dog, so he knows these things!
After two minutes, Frisk switched over to Toriel’s right foot and did the exact same thing.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHHOHOHOHO PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAA!!!!!! NOHOHOOHOHOOHO, NOHOOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOOHOOOHORE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!!!!!!
Frisk: No more?! Mom, Chara told me that you like having your big feet tickled! I know Asriel does, and his feet are ticklish just like yours!
Toriel: AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA THEHEHEHEHEHEHEY AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHARE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAND YEHEHEHEHEHEHET AGAHAHAHAHAIN, *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT *SNORT* BIHIHHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIG!!!!!! *SNORT* AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!
Frisk: (Even after all this time, she’s still in denial about her big feet! But I’m not going to give up convincing her that there’s nothing wrong with them that easily! There’s gotta be a way to convince her! There’s just gotta be!)
After two more minutes, Frisk began tickling Toriel’s toes with her stick. Frisk decided to start out by doing some poking and then not too long afterwards, she’s going to insert it right in between those immensely ticklish toes of hers. And because Toriel has big toes, Frisk will TOEtally not have any problems wiggling her stick in those super mega ultra-sensitive spaces in between her toes. :D Just like Asriel and Asgore, those are Toriel’s worst spots!
Frisk: *pokes Toriel’s toes one-by-one* Okie dokie, pokie pokie!! Hahahahaha!
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT MY TOHOHOHOOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOHOES!!!!!!! *SNORT* OOHOOHOOHOOOHOOHOOOHOOHOO!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAT MY TOHOOHHOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOES!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! LEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEAVE THEHEHEHEHEEHEHM ALOHOHOHOHOOHHONE!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I’M BEGGING… *Frisk tickles in between her toes* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! I’M BEGGING… FAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! I’M… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHHAAA!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!
Toriel sure was struggling to say that last sentence there. And when she finally managed to say that sentence, she let out three immensely hearty bleats immediately afterwards. For a strong boss monster like Toriel, it’s pretty damn easy to take her down a few pegs with some tickles to her big immensely ticklish feet. :D
One minute later, Frisk stopped tickling Toriel’s toes with her stick in order to give her another long breather. And she’s going to need it too. She’s still got 20 minutes to go!
Toriel: *huffing and puffing* My goodness… Frisk. …You sure are… a strange child. …The ways you… tickled my feet… were rather “interesting” to… say the least.
Frisk: I’ll take that as a compliment Mom. And by the way, you’re doing a splendid job dealing with all of this “torture”. Only 20 more minutes to go! But for now, rest!
Toriel: *still huffing and puffing* Thank you.
While Toriel was resting for another lengthy period of time, Frisk sat on the couch once again with Toby curled up in her lap and then she pet him until he fell asleep again. Toby enjoys lots of love and affection and Frisk is very happy to give that to him despite the fact that he can be a very naughty little rascal at any given time or place.
TO BE CONTINUED…
One more thing:
If you haven’t read my journal, “New Story + New Character Info” yet, please feel free to do so because it gives you a heads up about something that will be discussed later in the story. :)
PART 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/26622901/
Undertale© Toby Fox.
TORIEL’S “ANNOYING” TICKLE TORTURE
Chapter 1: More Tickles for Goat Mom! :D
It is a Friday night at Toriel’s house and Toriel has just finished grading all of her students’ math exams from earlier today. She didn’t have time to grade them at school, so she decided to grade them in the privacy of her home instead. Besides Toriel, Frisk is also in the house on this particular night. And rather than spending some alone time with Frisk after a long and productive period of time grading exams, Toriel decided to take a nap instead because she was very tired. But before taking a nap, she let her children know how they did on their exams (She texted Chara and Asriel). Chara got a 91%, Asriel got a 96% and Frisk got a 100%.
Two hours later…
Toriel: *wakes up and yawns* My goodness that was a nice nap. *realizes something unusual* Wait, wait a minute! I can’t move! Frisk, help! Frisk!! *starts stuggling*
Toriel has been tied to her reclining chair! Her arms have been tied above her head; there is a rope tied around the chair and her torso (the rope is under her breasts and above her belly); her legs have been tied to her footrest; there is a rope around her ankles; her two innermost toes have been tied together with a shoe string; and all six of her toes have tied back and rendered immobile (The six strings are tied to the rope around her ankles). In addition, the living room was dark and Toriel couldn’t see anything more than ten feet away from her.
Toriel: Frisk, where are you?!
Frisk: Right here!
Frisk then emerged from the darkness and revealed herself to Toriel.
Toriel: Frisk! What’s going on?! Why am I tied up like this?! Did you do this?!
Frisk: Why yes Mom, I did.
Toriel: Why Frisk?! Why?!
Frisk: Because someone asked me to.
Toriel: *frightened* Now just who on earth asked you to tie me up, my child?!
Frisk: Oh, let’s just say it’s someone who’s VERY naughty around you Mom. Someone very… *with a wide smile on her face* ANNOYING!
Toriel: *shocked* You don’t mean...
Frisk: Come here boy. Come here. *makes kissing noises*
In a matter of seconds, a little white dog ran into the living room and happily greeted Frisk. It was the Annoying Dog!
Frisk: Hi Toby!
Toby: Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! *starts panting*
Frisk named the Annoying Dog, “Toby” about six months ago. It took Frisk roughly a month to come up with the perfect name (to her at least) for the dog and after coming up with a very long list of names; she ultimately felt that “Toby” suited him best for some reason. *wink wink* ;)
Frisk: Oh, you are such a good boy! *pets Toby*
Toriel: Now hold on just a minute here, my child! That “thing” asked you to tie me up?!
Frisk: *with GREAT enthusiasm* Yes!
Toriel: How?! He can’t talk!
Frisk: Sure he can! I understand him clearly!
Toriel: So you speak “dog”, my child?
Frisk: That is correct Mother.
If asked, Frisk tells others that she can understand dogs and can communicate with them fluently. But what they don’t know is that the real reason Frisk is able to understand dogs is because Alphys privately developed a special earbud for her about five months ago to help her understand dogs. Frisk, Alphys, and Toby are the only ones that know about this special earbud and it is a secret that all three of them continue to keep to this very day. Frisk is currently wearing the earbud and Toriel is unable to see it because Frisk’s hair is covering her ears. But even if Frisk’s hair wasn’t covering her ears, Toriel would still be unable to see it because it blends into her ear very well and one would have to look very, very, very, very closely to be able to tell that she has an earbud in her ear.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! *pants*
Frisk: What’s that boy? You want me to tell Mom why you wanted me to tie her up?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: Yes?! Alright then!
Last Tuesday…
Toriel: *very annoyed* Oh my god! Stop eating my pies you little white pest! And give me back my phone! I paid good money for that!
When Toriel lived in The Ruins, Toby would often sneak into her home and eat her pies when she wasn’t looking and this happens to be a compulsive habit of his that continues to this very day. He would also steal her cell phone when she wasn’t looking, which was and still is something that annoys Toriel to seemingly no end. And now that Toriel has upgraded to a smart phone (She gave her old phone to Asgore), she gets even more annoyed when he tries to steal it from her.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark!
Toriel: Shoo! *scares off Toby with a broom* Get out of here! You better hope that one of the next pies I bake isn’t a chocolate one!
Toriel didn’t mean to say that to Toby. She’s bound to say anything when she’s really fired up.
Toby: Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!
Toriel: I just don’t understand! Why do you go through all of this trouble to make me unhappy?!
Toby: Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Toriel: I swear on my life that I would do anything to stop this madness of yours!
Upon hearing this, Toby came up with a brilliant idea (to him at least). But in order to pull it off, he’s going to need help from Frisk. Because of this, he ran upstairs to her and Chara’s bedroom when Toriel wasn’t watching to look for her.
Toby: *scratches the door like any dog would*
Upon hearing Toby scratch the door, Frisk jumped out of her bed, grabbed her dog-translating earbud, and left the bedroom to greet him.
Frisk: Hi Toby! *pets Toby* What brings you here?
Toby: Arf! Arf! Woof! Woof! *pants*
Frisk: You ate one of Mom’s pies again?
Toby: Bark! *burps*
Frisk: *smells the burp* Eww! You most certainly did! Your breath reeks of snails!
Toriel baked a snail pie for herself after baking something different for Frisk and Chara since the two of them don’t like snail pie as much as she does.
Toby: Bark! Bark! *pants*
Frisk: You want to go somewhere more private? Ok, let’s go to Azzy’s room.
Toby really wants to talk about something in private with Frisk and he doesn’t want anyone but her knowing what he wants. Fortunately, Chara is playing her favorite online multiplayer game at the moment and she is wearing her noise-canceling headphones. Frisk and Toby could talk in her and Chara’s bedroom if they want to. But just to be safe, they decided to go to Asriel’s room.
Toby: *jumps on Asriel’s bed* Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: There you go Toby. Make yourself comfortable.
Toby: Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf!
Frisk: What’s with all of the fur on the bed, you ask? Oh don’t mind that. That’s just Azzy’s loose fur. (Jeez, shed much Azzy?)
Toby: *panting*
Frisk: Now, what did you want to talk about Toby?
Toby: Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf! Ruff! Ruff! *panting* Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Woof! Woof! Woof! Woof! Arf! Arf! Arf! Arf! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! *panting*
Toby has just told Frisk one of his greatest desires. He wants to tickle Toriel and he wants Frisk to help him! :D The primary reason Toby wants to tickle Toriel is because he saw Chara and Asriel tickling her last Saturday and it made him really want to tickle Toriel himself (He was in the house and Toriel, Chara, and Asriel had absolutely no idea he was watching them).
Frisk: You want to tickle my mom?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: And you want me to help you?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: *confused* And you want me to tie her up?
Toby: Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: Ok, I think I can arrange that.
Toby: Arf! Arf! Arf!
Frisk: When do you want to this, you ask? Hmm, how about this Friday? Chara’s going to see Alphys and Asriel will still be with Dad, meaning that it will just be me and Mom.
Even though Frisk is technically not Asgore’s adopted child, Frisk has recently started referring to Asgore as “Dad”. She doesn’t refer to him as “Dad” in front of Toriel however because she feels that doing so will make Toriel feel uncomfortable since she and Asgore are no longer married to each other.
Toby: *excited barks of agreement*
Frisk: Then it’s settled. But just be sure to stay true to your word that you’ll stop eating my Mom’s food and stealing her things if I do this for you.
Toby: *more excited barks of agreement*
Toriel told Toby that she would do anything to get him to stop antagonizing her and Toby feels that tying up and tickling Toriel for a set amount of time at least once a month will be an excellent replacement for all of her food he eats when she isn’t watching and all of the possessions he tries to steal from her. Upon receiving Frisk’s approval to his request, he and Frisk made an arrangement to tie up Toriel while she’s napping on Friday and get her ready for some tickles. If Toriel isn’t napping, Toby will use chloroform (which he stole) to render her unconscious. Come to think of it, they’ll probably have to use it anyway because if Toriel’s feet are as ticklish as Chara says they are, then they’ll want to keep Toriel unconscious since a slight touch to one of her toes or a gentle stroke against one of her soles is supposedly enough to wake her up. (By the way, that really is all it takes to wake up Toriel.)
And now…
Frisk: so that’s pretty much the entire story Mom. If you let Toby tickle you at least once a month, he’ll stop eating your food and trying to steal your possessions.
Toriel: Well why didn’t you just say so in the first place?! You didn’t need to tie me up Frisk! I’ll be happy to let you tickle me for a chance to get that little white pest to STOP EATING MY PIES! And to stop stealing my phone!
Frisk: I’m glad to hear that Mom. But actually, I did have to tie you up. Toby suggested it. But if you don’t want to be tied up, I guess I can untie you. *attempts to untie Toriel*
Toby: Grrrrrrrrr!
Frisk: Huh? *attempts to untie Toriel again*
Toby: Grrrrrrrrrrrr!
For the next few seconds, Frisk tried untying Toriel. But every time she tried to do so, Toby growled at her. Upon noticing this, Frisk purposely moved her hands like she was going to untie Toriel so Toby would growl at her additional times. She did this to make him growl a song (Dogsong). XD
Toby: *growls “Dogsong”*
Frisk: Hahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahhaaa!!!!! Oh my god, that was a good laugh! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! Sorry Mom, but Toby doesn’t want me to untie you.
Toriel: And why is that, my child?
Frisk: If I untie you, the deal’s off! His words, not mine!
Toriel: I see. *sigh* Well then. Do what you must, my child.
With that said; Frisk grabbed a chair from the dining room table and placed it right next to the reclining chair footrest, which have a pair of big immensely ticklish feet resting on it, for Toby to sit on. :D
Frisk: Ok Toby. You can tickle her now. Do your worst!
Upon hearing what Frisk just said, Toby excitedly ran towards the dining room chair that Frisk placed next to the footrest and jumped up onto it.
Frisk: Oh you’re going for her big feet first huh? Can’t argue with you there! Chara told me they’re insanely ticklish like Asriel’s!
Toriel: Hey! Frisk, my feet aren’t big!
Toby: Bark! Bark!
Frisk: Are you sure about that Mom? Toby says they are.
Toriel: Well tell him he’s wrong! They’re not big feet at all! They’re normal sized!
Frisk: Whatever you say Mom. (Jeez, I don’t know what her problem is! There’s nothing wrong with having big feet!)
Toby: *panting*
Toriel: Well go on you little white pest. You want to tickle me so badly, go ahead and do it!
Frisk: Oh yeah, that’s another thing Mom. He also wants you to stop calling him a pest.
Toriel: But he is a pest Frisk! What kind of dog likes to constantly eat my pies and steal my phone? Everything Papyrus says is right about him!
Like Toriel, Papyrus also has strongly mixed feelings about Toby. When Papyrus was living in Snowdin, Toby would always steal his bones and this happens to be another compulsive habit of his that continues to this very day. Sometimes, Toby tries to steal the bones attached to Papyrus’s body! XD
Frisk: But Mom, that’s just Toby’s way of saying that he likes you, your cooking, and Papyrus. It’s just his thing.
Toriel: Well that “thing” of his is a nuisance! And if I have to be to be tickled so he’ll stop doing all of those things, so be it!
Frisk: Hey Toby, Mom’s upset. Maybe do something to those big feet of hers to cheer her up.
Toriel: Frisk, for the love of God, my feet are not *Toby starts licking her left foot* BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG!!!!!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
Frisk: (Oh my lord, that’s so cute! Man, what the heck have I been doing with my time?! During all those moments where I sat around and did nothing, I could’ve been tickling those big feet instead! And so far, Chara’s statement about them being ticklish just like Asriel’s is true! She’s going absolutely crazy! I can’t wait until it’s my turn to tickle them!)
Right now, Frisk is hearing adorably hysterical laughter from her mother and is dying from cuteness while listening to it. One lick to her foot from Toby’s slobbery tongue was all it took to make Toriel burst into immensely hysterical and hearty laughter. Toby’s tongue tickles twice as much than that of other dogs for some reason (a reason that he won’t tell Frisk) and it’s very effective against Toriel’s insanely ticklish feet. Chara told Frisk that she and Asriel tickled Toriel last Saturday and that her feet are ticklish just like Asriel’s. And so far, Frisk finds Chara’s statement to be true. But Frisk won’t be entirely convinced until she gets a turn to tickle Toriel’s big ticklish feet. :D
For six minutes, Toby licked every inch of Toriel’s left heel, arch, and ball (It took him a while since Toriel’s foot is huge :D) and Toriel was a complete teary-eyed, gibberish-speaking, and laughing mess. Her feet are just THAT TICKLISH and Toby has no intentions of stopping just yet. After all, he only licked one foot. And Toriel has two feet! :D
Toby: *starts licking Toriel’s right foot*
Toriel: BAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* FFWAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!
No matter how hard Toriel tried, she couldn’t bend her toes, wiggle her toes, or scrunch her soles to reduce the tickly feeling of Toby’s slobbery tongue on her big immensely ticklish feet. And because she’s tied up, all she can do is just sit in her chair and struggle while trying as hard as she possibly can to break free from her predicament. Toriel is also quite embarrassed that Toby and Frisk are hearing her snort in addition to screaming with adorably loud hysterical laughter and because her arms are tied above her head, she can’t cover her mouth to muffle the sounds of her snorts. It’s bad news for her, but good news for Toby and Frisk. :)
Four minutes later…
Toby: *licks the ball of Toriel’s right foot*
Toriel: GAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BABABABAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* WEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* RAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
At this point, Toby discovered that the closer he gets to Toriel’s toes with his slobbery tongue, the harder she laughs. In addition, Frisk is even more convinced that Toriel’s feet are ticklish like Asriel’s because Toriel snorts, speaks gibberish, and gets overtaken by her own laughter super easily at the very lightest touch to one of her two feet just like that of her son (and ex-husband).
Two minutes later, Toby stopped licking Toriel’s right ball and began licking all six of her toes one by one. First, he licked her two innermost toes. And as a result, Toriel laughed a bit louder and harder than when Toby licked her soles.
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!! ANANNANANANAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *gibberish*
Frisk: Jeez Toby! You sure don’t want to give her any rest, do you? Can’t say I blame you! Her laughter is, as Mettaton would say, *does a Mettaton impression* “ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!”
Four minutes later, Toby began licking Toriel’s two middle toes.
Toriel: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* BLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* GLAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT*
Toriel is now an even bigger laughing mess. Her ears are flopping all over the place as she consistently shakes her head; tears are consistently streaming down her face; and she’s bouncing up and down as much as she can in her reclining chair. And because her two middle toes are more ticklish than her innermost toes, she’s making absolutely no efforts to speak due to how extremely hard she’s laughing. Toby’s tongue tickles A LOT more than fingers, feathers, and combs!
Four minutes later, Toby began licking Toriel’s two outermost toes. And like her son and ex-husband, these are her most ticklish toes! :D
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! OHOHOHOHHHOHOHOHOOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!! MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOPAAHAHAHHA KAKAKAKAKAKAKAHAHAHAHAHHAAALALALLALAHAHAHAHHOOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHO AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHIHIHIHIHIHIHHOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO BLAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* FAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHA EEEEEHEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* GWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!! (Oh no, I can’t! I can’t hold it anymore! I’m gonna…) BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Frisk: (Oh my god! Chara was right after all! She does bleat when you tickle her toes in a VERY INTENSE manner!)
And just when Frisk thought that Chara was pulling her leg, Toriel let out several loud bleats upon having her outermost toes licked by Toby. Toriel can control her bleating much better than Asriel and Asgore but if the tickling becomes really, really, really intense for her, she will eventually start bleating in an extremely loud manner like son and ex-husband. And Toby managed to get Toriel laughing hard enough to the point that she eventually bleating! For a little white dog, Toby can sure put one hell of smile on one’s face with his slobbery tongue! ;)
After yet another four minutes of licking Toriel’s toes, Toby finally decided to give Toriel a much needed break. He’ll lick in between her toes later. :3
Toby: Ruff! Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!
Frisk: *playful “pet talk”* Yes, you did an amazing job making Mom laugh, didn’t you Toby?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: *playfully pets Toby* Yes you did! Oh, you are such a good boy you little white ball of fluff!
Toby: *happily panting*
Toriel: *heavily breathing and talking in between breaths* …Oh… thank goodness. …I can… talk again. …My goodness… Frisk! …I DID NOT… expect that… dog’s tongue… to tickle so much!
Frisk: And I didn’t expect you to laugh that much Mom! That was crazy! Your big feet sure are ticklish.
Toriel: *still talking in between breaths* I… don’t… have… big feet!
Frisk: Yes you do Mom. And they’re very nice big feet too. *strokes her left finger up Toriel’s left foot one time*
Toriel: AHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAHHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAAAHAHA!!
Frisk: Jeez Mom! That was just one stroke! Are your feet really THAT ticklish?!
Toriel: Heeheeheeheeheeheehee! Yes Frisk… they are!
Frisk: My god, I’m even more excited to tickle them now! And don’t worry Mom; I’ll go easier on you. However, with big insanely ticklish feet like yours; that may be difficult.
Toriel: Frisk… please stop… saying I have… big feet!
Frisk: I will most certainly try to stop saying that Mom. But like trying to go easier on you with my tickling, I feel that trying to stop telling you how big your feet are may also be difficult.
Toriel: Well try… REALLY HARD… to work on that, my… child!
With that said; Frisk moved away from the reclining chair and then she sat down on the couch as Toriel rested after 24 minutes of nonstop tickling. While Frisk was sitting on the couch, Toby leaped up onto the couch and then positioned himself in Frisk’s lap. Frisk then pet Toby as she waited patiently for Toriel’s break to end and Toby loved being pet so much that he couldn’t help curling up into a ball and taking a short nap. But by doing that however, Toby unintentionally made Toriel’s resting period last longer. But that’s ok though because Toriel looks like she could use some additional recovery time before getting tickled to pieces again. After all, she’s still got 36 minutes to go. ;)
While Toby was napping, Frisk had some time to think about some things such as Toriel getting so defensive after someone tells her she has big feet. Toriel DOES NOT like being told that her feet are big and Frisk is very confused as to why that is. Toriel is a strong independent woman that many humans and monsters idolize. Not just as a queen and teacher, but in general. She sets a very positive example to all who look up to her by doing things such as constantly letting all of them know that they shouldn’t to be ashamed of who they are as individuals and that they are all equally important in their own ways. And Toriel being ashamed of her big feet is certainly not one of the ways she sets an example to them. Then again, not many individuals have commented on how big her feet are during her time as a queen and a teacher. Frisk believes that out of all individuals, Toriel should be the one who’s most proud of her big feet. And as soon as Toriel’s long tickle session is over and after Toby leaves, Frisk is going to have a talk with Toriel and ask her why she doesn’t like the size of her feet. And with luck, Frisk might be able to convince Toriel that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet. Frisk is considered by many to be a “master convincer” after all. :)
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Chapter 2: The Joy of Tickling
About fifteen minutes later, Toriel was all rested up and ready for more tickles, Toby woke up from a relaxing nap, and then Frisk grabbed a large bag of tickling utensils that she and Chara used to tickle torture MK with two days ago. The bag was sitting behind Toriel’s chair (Frisk placed it there after tying Toriel up) and in a matter of seconds, Frisk sat down in the wooden chair next to the footrest and got ready to tickle Toriel’s big feet herself. But before using any of the utensils, Frisk decided to start out it all out by using her fingers.
Frisk: Oh my, just look at these big ticklish feet. And they’re all mine to tickle. Get ready to laugh Mom! Get ready to laugh! Hahahahaha!
Before actually starting the tickling, Frisk thought it would be funny to tease Toriel by wiggling all ten of her fingers very slowly towards her big feet. Upon seeing Frisk’s ten wiggling fingers moving closer and closer to her feet, Toriel’s entire body grew really tense just at the thought of having her feet tickled again. In addition to that, her feet twitched, her lips curled, she shut her eyes very tightly, and she grit her teeth in anticipation to the inevitable tickles that are about to happen to her big ticklish feet. And while doing all of those various things, Toriel had a nervously large smile on her face and her lips were trembling with fear because she was trying very hard not to smile and laugh at Frisk teasing her in such a devious manner. And the very moment Frisk started wiggling her fingers as closely as possible to her feet without touching them; Toriel’s nervously large smile grew even larger to the point that she finally started laughing just at the mere thought of having her big feet tickled again. And because Toriel can’t move her feet or wiggle her toes, she’s laughing even harder than she would if she were able to move her feet and wiggle her toes.
Toriel: Frihihihihihihhihsk!!!! Hahahahaahahahahaha!!!! Dohohohohohohon’t teeheeheeheease meheeheehee!!!! Thahahahahahahahat juhuhuhuhuhust mahahahahahahahakes it wohohohohohohohorse!!!! Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
Frisk: Haha! That’s what I was going for! Now, REALLY LAUGH FOR ME!
With that said; Frisk began wiggling all ten of her fingers like frantically wiggling worms against her mother’s extremely sensitive soles, causing her to immediately burst into loud hysterical laughter that was oh so satisfying to listen to. ;)
Toriel: GLAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!!!!! NOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAD!!!!!! WEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! BAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAT MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA!!!!!! TIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIICKLE ME SOHOHOOHOHOHHOHOHOOMEWHEHEHEHEHEHERE OHOHOOHOHOTHHEHEHEHEHER THAHAHAHAAHAHAAN MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!!
Frisk: Now just why would I do that Mom?! Your big feet need all the tickles they can get! And with big feet like yours, it’s gonna take me ALL NIGHT to tickle them! *tickles a bit faster* Hahahahaha!
Toriel: NOHOHOOHHHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHO!!!!!!! DOHOHOOHOOHHHOHOHON’T TIHIHIHIHIHHIHIHIHCKLE ME FAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTER!!!!!!! FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAND MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHRE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT BIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIG!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Frisk is having so much fun tickling Toriel’s big feet that she doesn’t even know if she can bring herself to tickle her anywhere else. So for the next two minutes, she wiggled her fingers against every devastatingly ticklish inch of her mother’s soles. From her heels all the way up to her toes, not one single area was safe from Frisk’s wiggly fingers and all Toriel could do was just sit there and take every single intense second of it. And because Toriel still couldn’t move her feet at all, the tickling was MUCH MORE intense for her and she was completely overtaken by her own laughter because of it. She was laughing so hard that she couldn’t close her mouth for more than a millisecond.
Two minutes later, Frisk stopped using her fingers and began using a few of the various tickling utensils. First, she wiggled two feather dusters against her mother’s toes. And yet again, Toriel immediately burst into adorably loud hysterical laughter.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOOHOOES FRIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK!!!!!! AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT THE TOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOES!!!!!! *SNORT* (Oh no, not again!) FWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT*
Frisk: There we go; I was wondering when I would hear those snorts again! Like your laughter, your snorts all also oh so satisfying to listen to Mom!
As Frisk tickled Toriel’s feet, Toby watched her while lying down on the loveseat nearby. The loveseat is close to the reclining chair, meaning that Toby has an excellent view of Toriel laughing and shrieking as Frisk wiggles two feather dusters against, under, and in between her toes. Toby loves watching Toriel get tickled just as much as tickling her and he’s very excited to see what Frisk has in store for her next.
Two minutes later, Frisk put the feather dusters away and replaced them with the two largest long-handled round paintbrushes she had at her disposal.
Frisk: Now it’s time to “paint” these feet Mom! Let’s start with your toes!
Frisk then began tickling Toriel’s toes two-by-two with the two paintbrushes. Every time Frisk tickles Toriel’s feet with her fingers or utensils, Toriel tries her absolute hardest not to smile or laugh. But her feet are just so ticklish that Frisk is able to put an insanely wide smile on her mother’s face the very moment something nearly touches them. And when Frisk actually touches her mother’s feet with her fingers or utensils, Toriel immediately bursts into shrilly laughter and easily loses her focus to all of her surroundings. This is mostly because she’s concentrating way too hard on holding in her bleating.
Toriel: WAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* NOHOHOHOHO!!!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAT MY TOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOOES AGAHAHAHAAHHAHAAHHAAHAHAIN!!!!!! *SNORT* EEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOHHOOHO!!!!!!
Frisk: *singing while continuing to tickle* One giant, two giant, three giant toes! Four giant, five giant, six giant toes!
And just when Toriel thought that the tickling couldn’t get any worse, Frisk started teasing her by singing something that she would sing to a little kid if she was playing with their feet. The only difference here is that Frisk replaced the word, “little” with “giant” due to her mother having big feet rather small feet. :)
Toriel: MAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! *SNORT* FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK, DOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHON’T DOHOOHOOHOOHOO THAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAT!!!!!! *SNORT* NAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! ANAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAND I DOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHON’T HAHAHAHAHAHAVE GIANT *SNORT* TOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOHOHOHOES!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!
After hilariously “painting” Toriel’s toes for ninety seconds, Frisk threw one of the paintbrushes on the floor and began “painting a picture” on her mother’s soles with the paintbrush she still had in one of her hands. And while she was “painting this picture”; Frisk thought it would be funny to act like a certain famous artist (not 100% because she put her own little spin on a few things) she watches old videos of on the internet during her spare time.
(Thumbs up to anyone who knows the person Frisk is pretending to be! ;))
Frisk: *waves at Toby* Hello everyone. We’re here today to paint something really nice. Now if I could turn your attention over to the canvas, *turns towards Toriel’s feet* we’ll start off by painting a nice happy little tree trunk right here. *“paints” a “tree trunk” on Toriel’s left arch*
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHHIIHIISK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!
Frisk: *while smirking* Now REALLY press into it. We want this tree to be as visible as possible. *presses harder into Toriel’s left arch with the paintbrush*
Toriel: AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* NOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOO!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!
Frisk: Alright, now we’re gonna paint another happy little tree trunk over here. *”paints” a “tree trunk” on Toriel’s right arch*
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! *SNORT* GWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* MEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!
Frisk: Again, REALLY *presses harder into Toriel’s right arch with the paintbrush* press into it to make sure those colors are as visible as possible.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!! *SNORT* EEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEKEEEEKEEEKEE!!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHOHOHHOHHOOHOHEEEEEEEEEEHAHHAHAHHAHA!!!! *SNORT*
A few seconds later…
Frisk: Alright and there you have it. We’ve got some nice happy little tree trunks right here. Now how about we go ahead and paint some nice looking leaves on those tree trunks.
At this point, Frisk started “painting leaves” on both of Toriel’s balls and the bases of her six large toes.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!! WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!! AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHA!!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP THAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHA!!!! YOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOU’RE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT EHEEHEEHEEHEEVEN PAINTING *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAHANYTHING!!!! *SNORT* FWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAA!!!!
Frisk: That’s right, really show that color. *wiggles the paintbrush teasingly under Toriel’s toes* We want that to stand out as much as possible.
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!! FAAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHO MY GOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOODNESS!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! THIS WOULD BEHEEHEEHEEHEE SOHOHOHHOOHO MUCH MOHOHOHOHOHOHOOHORE TOHOHOHOHHOHOOLERABLE *SNORT* IF I COULD *SNORT* AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *SNORT* MOOHOOHOOHOOVE MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!! *SNORT* YAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!!!!
Several moments later…
Frisk: Ok; now that we’ve got some nice looking leaves on these happy little trees, how about we paint some happy little bushes… right next to these trees.
With that said; Frisk began “painting” four “bushes” on Toriel’s heels (Two “bushes” per heel).
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAHAAAHAHAHAHA!!! FRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHHISK, YOHOHOHOHHOOHOOHOUR “PAINTING” IS *SNORT* FIHIHHIHIHIHHIHINISHED!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Frisk: And just like with the leaves, make sure to really bring out those colors. *wiggles the paintbrush teasingly all over Toriel’s heels*
Toriel: AWOOHOOHOHOOHOHOHOHOOHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! *SNORT* FAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!! *SNORT* BLAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!
Frisk: There’s one happy little bush. *With a giant grin on her face* Only three more to go. *”paints” another “bush” on one of Toriel’s heels*
Toriel: AHAHAAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE STHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAP!!! *SNORT* I MEEHEEHEEHEEAN IT!!! *SNORT* PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Three “bushes” later…
Frisk: And there you have it folks. Two happy little trees with four happy little bushes right next them. And remember; we don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents. *winks at Toby*
For four and a half minutes, Frisk hilariously “painted” Toriel’s feet like an artist who’s similar to Asgore in some ways (They are both kind-hearted individuals with similar happy-go-lucky personalities). And all the while Frisk did this, she felt a bit sad because the artist she was pretending to be is someone who is no longer with us. :( But luckily for Frisk, listening to Toby’s happy barking and Toriel’s sweet angelic laughter as she tickled her with the paintbrush made her feel better about the whole thing. :) And after those four and a half minutes were up, Frisk stopped to give her mother a breather.
Toriel: *huffing and puffing*
Frisk: Such lovely ticklish feet you have Mom. *teasing* And big too! REALLY BIG!
Toriel: *talking in between breaths while still huffing and puffing* My… feet… ARE NOT… BIG!!
Frisk: Again, yes… they… are!! And I happen to love that about them! Big feet are AWESOME!!
Toriel: *has a WTF look on her face*
After hearing Frisk say that big feet are awesome, Toriel was rendered speechless for a brief moment because she didn’t expect such words to come out of her daughter’s mouth. Of her three children, Toriel thought that Frisk would be the most respectful towards her big feet and be the most aware of how self-conscious she is when someone tells her how big they are. But what Toriel doesn’t seem to realize is that Frisk is constantly telling her how big her feet are in an attempt to help her see that there’s nothing wrong with having big feet.
While Toriel was resting again, Toby leaped down off of the loveseat, ran over to the bag of tickling utensils, stuck his head inside the bag, and then grabbed Frisk’s stick (The same stick Frisk used in the Underground) out of the bag with his mouth. Toriel noticed this and started to ask questions as to what he was doing.
Toriel: Now what’s that crazy dog up to? Hey, what are you doing down there you little white rascal? Are you hungry? I don’t think there’s any food in that bag. *notices the stick* Oh, it looks like he wants to play fetch.
A few moments later, Toby began running around in circles excitedly with Frisk’s stick in his mouth.
Frisk: *giggling* Oh man, you’re so cute Toby! Heeheeheehee!
Toriel: *shrugs her shoulders* (Eh, he’s not that cute.)
After running around in several circles (and somehow not getting dizzy at all), Toby placed the stick on the floor, then he lied down right next to the stick, and then he began wagging his tail like any happy dog would.
Toby: *happily panting*
Frisk: Do you wanna play fetch Toby? Is that what you want?
Toby: Ruff!
Frisk: No? Well then why did you grab my stick?
Frisk knows very well why Toby pulled her stick out of the bag. She’s just playing along to make things more fun for both her and Toby. And while Frisk and Toby were having their little conversation, Toriel looked at both of them with a very puzzled look on her face because she couldn’t figure out why Toby didn’t want to play fetch.
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark! *panting*
Frisk: You want me to tickle Mom’s feet again?
Toby: Bark!
Frisk: With my stick?! You want me to tickle her feet with my stick?
Toby: Bark! Bark! Bark!
Frisk: *with an evil grin on her face* Ok, I think I can manage that.
Immediately after hearing what Frisk just said, Toriel let out a nervous gasp because she knew that she was about to get her feet tickled yet again. And with a stick no less!
Frisk: Why are you so nervous Mom? Don’t you like having your big feet tickled?
Toriel: *slightly annoyed* Yes, kind of, sort of. But how many times do I have to tell you, my child? I… DO… NOT… HAVE… BIG… FEET!
Frisk: And how many times do I have to tell you Mom? YES… YOU… DO!
Toriel: *has an annoyed frown on her face*
Frisk: Aww, I’m sorry Mom. Hey, let’s turn that frown… UPSIDE DOWN!
After saying that last sentence with a very whimsical tone in her voice, Frisk began sliding her stick SLOWLY and teasingly all over every inch of her mother’s big ticklish left foot. From the bases of her toes all the way down to her heels, no area of Toriel’s left foot was safe. And the entire time that stick slid ever so slightly along every crack and crevice of her foot, Toriel squealed and shrieked like a teenage girl in addition to laughing very hysterically and her face turned as red as it possibly could with blush of slight embarrassment.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHHHOHOHOOHOHHOHO!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAD!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! WHY DOHOHOOHOHOOHOOES SOHOHOHOHOHOOHMETHING LIKE THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT TIHIHHIHHHIHIIHIHICKLE SO MUCH!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!
Frisk: My goodness Mom! I’m BARELY touching your feet with this stick and you appear to have completely lost your mind! And your squealing is so high pitched that dogs can hear you from miles away! Am I right Toby?
Toby: *bark of agreement*
Frisk: Toby says I’m right! He’s a dog, so he knows these things!
After two minutes, Frisk switched over to Toriel’s right foot and did the exact same thing.
Toriel: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! OHOHOHOHOHHOHOHO!!!!!! *SNORT* OHOHHOHOHOHO PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEASE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAA!!!!!! NOHOHOOHOHOOHO, NOHOOHOOHOHHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOOHOOOHORE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA!!!!!!
Frisk: No more?! Mom, Chara told me that you like having your big feet tickled! I know Asriel does, and his feet are ticklish just like yours!
Toriel: AHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!! YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES, *SNORT* AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA THEHEHEHEHEHEHEY AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHARE!!!!!! *SNORT* AHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAND YEHEHEHEHEHEHET AGAHAHAHAHAIN, *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA MY FEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEET AHAHAHAHAHAHAHARE NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT *SNORT* BIHIHHIHHIHIHIHIHIHIHIG!!!!!! *SNORT* AHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!
Frisk: (Even after all this time, she’s still in denial about her big feet! But I’m not going to give up convincing her that there’s nothing wrong with them that easily! There’s gotta be a way to convince her! There’s just gotta be!)
After two more minutes, Frisk began tickling Toriel’s toes with her stick. Frisk decided to start out by doing some poking and then not too long afterwards, she’s going to insert it right in between those immensely ticklish toes of hers. And because Toriel has big toes, Frisk will TOEtally not have any problems wiggling her stick in those super mega ultra-sensitive spaces in between her toes. :D Just like Asriel and Asgore, those are Toriel’s worst spots!
Frisk: *pokes Toriel’s toes one-by-one* Okie dokie, pokie pokie!! Hahahahaha!
Toriel: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAT MY TOHOHOHOOHOOHOHOHOOHOHOHOOHOES!!!!!!! *SNORT* OOHOOHOOHOOOHOOHOOOHOOHOO!!!!!! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAAT MY TOHOOHHOHOHOHOHOHHOOHOES!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! LEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEAVE THEHEHEHEHEEHEHM ALOHOHOHOHOOHHONE!!!!!!! *SNORT* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! I’M BEGGING… *Frisk tickles in between her toes* EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!! I’M BEGGING… FAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! I’M… AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAAAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!!!!!!!! *SNORT* WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHHAAA!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!
Toriel sure was struggling to say that last sentence there. And when she finally managed to say that sentence, she let out three immensely hearty bleats immediately afterwards. For a strong boss monster like Toriel, it’s pretty damn easy to take her down a few pegs with some tickles to her big immensely ticklish feet. :D
One minute later, Frisk stopped tickling Toriel’s toes with her stick in order to give her another long breather. And she’s going to need it too. She’s still got 20 minutes to go!
Toriel: *huffing and puffing* My goodness… Frisk. …You sure are… a strange child. …The ways you… tickled my feet… were rather “interesting” to… say the least.
Frisk: I’ll take that as a compliment Mom. And by the way, you’re doing a splendid job dealing with all of this “torture”. Only 20 more minutes to go! But for now, rest!
Toriel: *still huffing and puffing* Thank you.
While Toriel was resting for another lengthy period of time, Frisk sat on the couch once again with Toby curled up in her lap and then she pet him until he fell asleep again. Toby enjoys lots of love and affection and Frisk is very happy to give that to him despite the fact that he can be a very naughty little rascal at any given time or place.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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