Mina lost herself as she focused on guiding her pencil's journey across her canvass. The life of a dedicated artist was a simple cycle of transferring whatever came to mind onto the matrix of her choice. Today particularly, her sketchbook's blank space had been completely shriveled up, with both sides of each page being completely covered in, primarily, pictures of Fairy-types doing whatever she deemed cute or whimsical enough.

In hindsight, a large, flashy matrix such as a canvass wasn't the smartest place to be drawing what she was. However, a recent and unfortunate losing streak with Pokémon battling cut her funds for getting another sketchbook. Her artist's passion, the raging Tauros that it was, couldn't be held back, though. The dedication to her craft may not have been the most visible on her almost permanently-idle facial expression, but it could be seen with the assault of pencil strokes her spare canvass received.

Self-consciously, Mina looked around; some anxiety was to be felt without the privacy that the extra pages of a sketchbook would provide for some of her naughtier works. She thought it was only human for an artist to have their fair share of thirsty displays. In spite of her parents vacationing for their anniversary at Sinnoh, there was still the need to make sure nobody could see her work. A friendly but quirky visitor was on her way to her floating cabin. She doubled as a friend and an unexpected source of inspiration, but today, she was also the subject of her art piece.

The familiar echoey calls of a clothed Alolan Fairy-type suddenly chirped from the front door of the cabin. The unmistakable cries of a Mimikyu coming outside of the door were the first signs to Mina that she had to put down her canvass. The knock at the door completely confirmed the arrival of her expected guest.

"Hello, it's the champion~" the captain heard her friend call out.

Mina didn't mutter much of a verbal response, as per her usual socialization style. She had few hiding spots for a giant canvass in her house, prompting her to resort to hastily placing it face-up on the floor and covering it with art supplies. Her legs had to groggily recover from sitting down on the floor as she had slaved away at her art for the previous half-hour. Methodically, Mina dragged herself over to the front door and put on her small-but-true smile for her guest.

"Hey there, Moon," Mina greeted, pulling the wooden door open.

Mina noticed Moon had Mimikyu perched on her shoulder, along with Butterfree fluttering next to her. She also noticed her friend's attire had reformed into the color scheme of Tsareena's greens and red-violets.

"Hello, Captain, good to see you," Moon formally replied. "I hope you don't mind Mimikyu and Butterfree here; everybody needs a whiff of Poni Island's sea breeze from time-to-time, don't you think?"

"I suppose," Mina shrugged as she watched Moon and her two Pokémon scuffle inside. "There aren't that many places to sit; I’ve just been using the floor."

Mina headed over to where she was prior, making sure to sit in front of the canvass before Moon got any ideas. Her plain eyes casually watched Moon settle down adjacent to her position on the pale blue carpet.

"Thanks for hangin' out today," Moon coolly began, taking her sneakers off. "How are things? Has trial captaining been going well for you?"

A blush formed across Mina's cheeks as she captured a smug look on Moon's face.

"Um... yes, trials have been running smoothly. I-I'm even currently training a totem Pokémon," she proudly remarked.

"Oooh, a totem? I can't wait to see it sometime," Moon expressed her interest. "Mimikyu, can I have your Z-crystal for a moment?"

Mimikyu, wandering around like a Lillipup sniffing the back yard, wandered around aimlessly across the room. She looked over at Moon and produced a tendril from under her pale yellow cloth. She tossed a dazzling pink diamond into her trainer's hand before going back to circling her new surroundings.

Cheekily, Moon raised the familiar Z-crystal in the air for Mina to see. It was the Fairium Z that the brunette had first received from Mina during her island challenge. Mina looked at it with curiosity, unsure what direction Moon was taking their conversation next.

"Oops," Moon fake-gasped as she threw the crystal off to the other side of the room, "I think I lost the Fairium Z you gave me. I-I wouldn't, by chance, somehow have to re-do my trial all-over again to get another one, would I?"

Mina gulped, completely caught off-guard by Moon's teasing. She knew that Moon would tease her about the way her trial was set up at some point, but she didn't expect it to be so soon and so directly.

"Um... M-Moon, I know my trial has gotten its reputation for being a little... weird... but aside from the fun it is for me, it's giving trainers a little glimpse of what it's like to be an artist," she stumbled over her speech.

"Oh my goodness, I didn't even notice these!" Moon squealed, her attention having turned to the corner of the room. She practically glided over to a pair of stocks firmly installed in the floor, decorated with what appeared to be butterfly-Pokémon-shaped stickers.

Mina scolded herself for not placing a blanket over them. Even if she knew Moon would find out about them from other trainers in the long-run, she wasn't one for humiliating moments like this.

"Okay, you got me... but just remember who the weirdo was that went up to a trial captain, tickled them, and pinned it on being a 'real trial!'" she defended.

"Heheh, relax, Captain, I'm not judging you. I just like to tease is all, and if these stocks here have anything to say about it- I think you like being teased~" cooed Moon.

Mina's heart galloped at a pace that gradually became much more than normal. She couldn't find the words in her to respond to Moon's slow unveiling of her fantasies. Even if Mina wasn't too subtle about hiding her inner desires, she always preferred that trainers just went along with it. Most of the time, they turned out to have fun from the weird little experience they had with Mina's trial. Even if it didn't involve fighting a totem yet.

"Okay, fine. The truth is that you woke up some weird little beast inside me that might enjoy being teased... maybe even tickled... a little bit... but that was all because of you. S-So don't judge me, okay?" Mina cowered.

"Pft, it's like I just said- I'm not judging you. In fact, I really like this situation. We're all alone here... one of us likes to tickle... the other one of us likes being tickled..." Moon trailed off, fingers trailing up the stocks.

Mina blushed as Moon's fingers stopped walking up the stocks and patted the wooden surface. Moon naughtily lifted the top half of the stocks and slid her wrist through one of the ankle-holes.

"We're both friends here, right?" assured Moon. "I'd be happy to give you a little bit of fun after a whole day of doing... art stuff, I guess."

The dirty-blonde trial captain felt a flow of heat gust through her, heating up enough at the invitation to develop drops of sweat at the corner of her forehead. On one spectrum, she was blown away by the absurd speed Moon managed to pick up what was supposed to be an innocent visit. On the other, her craving for a chance like this pulled at her to jump into those stocks. Having trainers decorate and toy with her feet was one thing, but having a full-fledged tickle maniac like Moon tickle her with nobody else around was another. It was, bluntly, some of her deepest fantasies coming to realization.

"F-Fine," Mina sighed, giving in to her temptations.

Moon smiled as she moved out of the way of the stocks to give her soon-to-be-victim room to slip her tender legs through the ankle holes. The light purple cushion placed just behind the stocks found itself sat on by its typical paint-covered client, who still remained a blushing mess every step of the way. Her socked feet slipped into place before promptly being locked in by Moon. The sound of the key twisting the stocks' lock shut was the final sign that Mina could no longer back out of her ordeal.

"You're gonna go easy on me, right?" Mina checked, hiding one socked foot behind the other.

"Only if you reeeaallllyyyy want me to," Moon answered, though she desperately wanted to have permission to go as all-out as possible.

An eerie, but familiar chirp just to the right of Mina rudely butted into the conversation. Undoubtedly, both Mina and Moon identified the source as Mimikyu, who seemed to have gotten excited over something.

"What is it now, you spoiled little thing?" Moon jested, crawling over to her clothed Fairy-type companion.

Mina curiously looked down at the creature, not thinking much of whatever trivial interest it probably took in one of her art supplies. She noticed that Mimikyu had silently moved around some art supplies, including scrap sheets of paper and a small can of paint. Again, something she took minimal notice to. For a few seconds, it seemed like Mimikyu had just been acting silly over nothing.

Then, Mina remembered where the art supplies had been placed prior: covering up her private sketch like a tarp.

"Wait! Don't--" she tried to protest, a surge of horror overwhelming her.

"Don't whaa... uuuuuh.... Oh my-" Moon trailed off, entering a state of silence that made Mina want to shrivel up into nothingness.

Mimikyu's curious ventures across Mina's house had resulted in what was, for Mina, the least fortunate discovery that could have possibly been made. Mina felt nothing but immense spite toward the Ghost-type Pokémon the second it had exposed her naughty-natured sketch for Moon's eyes to see. On the canvass, facing completely up, was a picture of none other than Moon herself, caught up in a bind that resulted from the efforts of a Swirlix and her very own Pokémon team. Moon's mouth opened in awe as she soaked in the scenario her unfortunate caricature was stuck in. Her shoes had been pulled off, undoubtedly having sunken into the cotton-candy pile that also happened to trap her legs and feet. Moon curled her toes at the sight of her Butterfree using Psychic to assault her caricature's toe-tied left foot with feathers, and Mimikyu using its deadly Shadow Claw to rake at the other foot. Her caricature didn't appear to stand a chance, wearing a facial expression that had completely broken into unstable laughter. On the lower right corner of the whole thing was the incriminating signature of the artist herself, followed with a little heart.

"Am I... did... and what's Blissey even...?!" Moon reacted, stunned at what she was seeing.

"Oh no no no, you weren't supposed to see that... I-I promise I don't feel... w-weird about you, or anything. I'm so sorry," Mina whimpered.

Mina's words failed to phase Moon, who only continued soaking in the shocking content of the illustration unveiled before her. Moon's eyes took relay laps around and across the picture, entering a cycle of seeing, believing, disbelieving, and repeating. Mimikyu walked away as if nothing had happened, much to Mina's disdain, all while Moon stood idle for nearly a full minute before closing her mouth.

"I had no idea you had this side of you, Captain," Moon quietly mused, propping the canvass up against the wall to continue getting a better look at it.

"Please, Moon, I-" Mina tried to mutter before having a finger placed over her lips.

A familiar sparkle formed in Moon's chocolate-brown eyes, one that Mina herself had only ever seen once before. It was a sign of passion, and was always accompanied with a wide smirk on Moon's face. The only previous occasion Mina had ever seen Moon's face take on such a devilish form was when they had first encountered. It was when Moon was tickling her for the first time, an interaction that had completely changed her ever since that very first helpless chuckle escaped her mouth.

"Moon..."

"Butterfree, glue her wrists to the wall with your String Shot," Moon called out, grabbing Butterfree's attention from the sunny window.

Completely caught off-guard, Mina found her arms being aggressively held up against the wall by her assailant as Butterfree fired immensely sticky bug silk from its mouth to her wrists. In a matter of seconds, Mina found her arms pinned against the wall by globs of String Shot, which continued to pile up as Butterfree kept firing its move.

"Good work as always, Butterfree," Moon complimented, before turning her attention to Mina.

Seeing Moon's eyes lock dead-on to hers scared Mina witless, especially when she remembered the circumstances of her stocked feet and just how calm Moon was before seeing the drawing.

Moon lifted her black-socked foot and peeled the fabric off just to barely reveal her blushing heel. Mina stared at it with a hybrid-sense of confusion, anxiousness, and partial lust.

“Heheh, so you wanna tickle me? Is that what’s been going on in your head, Captain? You have a little tickle-crush on me?” she cooed, splaying her socked toes.

Mina only gulped in response, feeling as embarrassed as a Diglett plucked from the ground. Everything that could possibly be going wrong with this visit had been doing just that--

going really, really wrong.

“Those are some very naughty things to be thinking about, Captain. And since you drew this naughty little picture here, I think that you deserve to be punished. A lot~”

Moon withdrew her foot and leaned forward, taking hold of the fabric on Mina’s socks. Her favorite moment of baring the feet of her victim finally presented itself, and with it, an intensified shimmer in her eyes. Moon slowly, methodically; almost torturously dragged out the unveiling of Mina’s first sock. The already high amount of vulnerability Mina had been feeling was completely dwarfed by the anxiety that came with the triggered tickle-crazed trainer taking away the only protection her ticklish sole.

When the first sock flew off, the other followed suit without any time wasted. Moon gazed at the two blushing, vulnerable treasures in front of her. With only one look, she could tell that the pair of feet before her had been much more extensively pampered than when she had last seen them. For all of the walking around Mina did through the occasionally-rugged terrain of Poni Island, her feet told the tale of an individual who had never walked anywhere her whole life.

“What adorable little treasures you have here,” Moon marveled, trailing a single nail up Mina’s left sole.

“Eeheeheek!” squealed Mina, squirming about.

Upon feeling her victim’s sole for the first time in a decent while, Moon was blown away by how soft they were. She could poke her index finger anywhere she wanted, and the skin would be so soft and vulnerable there that Mina would at least burst into a small giggle.

Curiously, Moon increased the amount of nails she was using to two: her index and middle fingers. Her free hand held Mina’s foot in place while her tickling hand relayed around the sole in small figure-eights. Two nails couldn’t help but turn themselves into four nails; Moon quickly enjoying the plush feel of Mina’s pampered peds. As the speed and amount of scratchy nails tickling her foot increased, Mina’s laughter slowly, but surely, erupted in sporadic bursts.

“Your feet are soooo soft, Captain. I don’t think I’m going to stop tickling them for a reeeaalllyyyy long time,” Moon borderline-threatened.

As her lungs started to slowly push up the speed on their treadmill, Mina found herself overwhelmed with completely mixed feelings at her situation. How was she supposed to feel in a situation like this? She wanted to enjoy the tickling, but she feared Moon was going to take it to torturous levels after seeing what she just saw. The revealing canvass of Moon’s laughing, ticklish caricature still stood against the wall just next to Mina. Every time her head turned to the side as she frantically struggled, Mina was continuously reminded of how she had dug herself this hole in the first place.

“Moon, I’m really sorreeheehee!” Mina tried to apologize, hoping to calm down her assailant.

“You should be, Captain. You’ve been veeerrry naughty,” cooed Moon, skittering her fingertips up to Mina’s toes.

“AAAHAHA! Nyahahaha! Y-You’re not mad, are you?!”

Moon found herself much too lost in her trance of tickling to provide a genuine response. Her stare locked on to Mina’s foot, while her fingers crawled up to the small, wriggling toes. She soaked in the details of the shape of Mina’s toes. They weren’t long enough to the point where they looked like they were meant for grabbing branches, but they weren’t short or fat enough to completely hide the visibility of the toe-stems. To Moon, Mina’s toes were the perfect shape, further enticing her to deliver precise tickles to them with her nimble fingernails.

Mina jerked about as she felt the electric sensation of fingernails rake under the pads of her toes, squealing laughter echoing through the sea cabin. She felt no mercy coming from the Moon’s end as the torment traveled from under to the center of to in-between her toes. As soon as Moon’s greedy fingernails swished away at Mina’s toes once, they couldn’t help but go back for more. Moon herself couldn’t help it; they were soft, adorable, and so far, the most sensitive area she had touched upon.

“Pleeease, n-not the toes!” Mina giggled in protest, putting up a decent fight shooing Moon’s fingers away by curling her digits.

“Aw, what happened to the Captain that agreed to lock herself into these stocks in the first place?” Moon asked in a teasing fashion. “Aren’t you having fun?”

A question that Mina had no idea what to say in response to. In a sense, she was having fun. A deceptively large amount of fun in spite of her protests. There was something fun about being able to laugh, especially for an artist like Mina, who felt like she lived an otherwise uneventful life on a peaceful island such as Poni. Being able to break out of her typically idle emotions and erupt into hearty laughter bestowed the trial captain with a surprising wave of happiness every time her poor-but-ready feet were assaulted with tickles.

On the other hand, the only thing that was preventing Mina from having fun was the fear that Moon was instilling into her. A complete beast woke up inside of Moon the moment that Mimikyu exposed her naughty drawing. From there, Moon was as predictable as the weather without the use of a radar. Mina had no idea if Moon was completely angry, completely okay with it and just playing along, or even if she had just gone totally insane. Moon’s crazed facial expression and aggressive tickling didn’t provide an answer. And so, while Mina felt her feet being ravaged at a gradually more intense pace, she had no idea if Moon was going to turn this friendly tickle session into a disciplinary torture session. If Mina’s worst fears were realized, she was going to be tickled until she wished she had never even been born.

Especially knowing just how evil Moon could be with tickling.

Even with only two encounters; rumors about the Champion of Alola’s secret agenda had not gone unnoticed. An occasional fellow trial captain or challenger that happened to know Moon personally would drop hints of Moon’s tickling adventures in conversations from time to time. What were rumors to some was truth for Mina, and here she was, experiencing it first hand. Her laughter’s decibel level skyrocketed upon the feeling of an extra set of scratchy, nail-like sensations etching against her other foot, which had previously been getting neglected.

“G-Go back to one hand! One hand!” Mina squeaked, assuming Moon was using fingers on both hands to cover either of her feet.

“I’m still using my one hand,” Moon promised. “Look down, Captain.”

A glimpse down to her right revealed the source of the tickling being delivered onto her left foot. Mina was appalled to see Mimikyu again, greedily digging her Shadow Claws into her sole. Mimikyu’s eyes gleamed with a passion that looked just as similar as the one that appeared in Moon’s eyes.

“Oh gohohod, y-you trained your Pokémon to tickle?!” Mina whimpered in despair.

“Mhm. None of them love tickling quite as much as Mimikyu, though,” Moon replied. “Heehee, I’d be going crazy if those Shadow Claws were gliding up and down my foot the way they are with yours right now.”

It was yet even more teasing from Moon that elicited a further intensified blush across Mina’s paint-covered cheeks. Part of Mina liked it, and the other part of Mina couldn’t help but melt into a puddle of embarrassment.

Mimikyu herself appeared to have a fixation on tickling just as much as her trainer did. The ghostly critter tickled with the same intensity as Moon would, raking her flexible Shadow Claws across Mina’s sole and working its way through her toes. The claws themselves felt like the types of nails that hadn’t been cut in at least a couple weeks, but were still well-looked after- neatly filed in anticipation for when they would be used for delivering powerful tickling sensations to an unfortunate victim.

“Hey Mimikyu- I have an idea!” Moon suddenly realized, taking in the exact setup that she found her victim to be in. “Find a can of paint or some ink utensils; we can pretend we’re doing her trial for the first time.”

As if on cue, Mimikyu conveniently reached over for a plastic can of blue paint which had failed to protect the privacy of Mina’s canvass. With her impressively dexterous Shadow Claw tendrils, Mimikyu successfully removed the lid and awaited her trainer’s command.

“What’re you waiting for?” Moon chuckled, casually scribbling her nails across Mina’s sole.

As if she were about to start an elementary school fingerpainting project, Mimikyu dipped each pointed digit of her Shadow Claws into the cool, blue paint and got to work with the playful decoration of Mina’s misfortunate right foot.

Feeling paint on her soles for the first time was something Mina never could truly get used to. The coolness of the substance never failed to send chills through her legs for a split few seconds. It was almost like the feeling of having one’s hair sprayed with cool water during their haircut. The tingles in this particular instance seemed to last a while longer, as Mimikyu slid her tickly, paint-coated tentacles either down Mina’s arch or between her toes- both being quite ticklish places to strike at. With unpredictable tactics, Mimikyu swished about her pokey claws every which way, until Mina couldn’t possibly telegraph which part of her foot would be struck next.

Moon continued dragging all five nails on one hand down Mina’s plush left sole. The dazzle in her eyes had gotten disturbingly passionate, as if she were a predator looking at a carcass after having been starved. Apparently, nobody took tickling quite as seriously as she did. She struck much more savagely with increased speed, however, eliciting louder, more helpless laughter in return. Up and down from Mina’s ball to her heel, Moon’s nails would go, but they remained unpredictable with just how fast or slow they would travel. Whenever Mina thought her left foot was catching a break with Moon’s slower tickling, it sped up right again out of nowhere.

The torture was at its point where Mina had accepted how doomed she was. Any protests she squealed out were simply out of instinct, or the small idea that maybe Moon would step down the intensity. The trial captain was aware, after all, of how little stamina a simple artist like her had.

The combination of Mimikyu’s chill-inducing, paint-covered tickles on one foot and Moon’s ruthless stimulation of the other foot courtesy of her nails reduced Mina to helpless, high-pitched laughter that her two assailants could never get enough of.

“I-I’m so sorry!! PleeHEEHEASE; y-you can do whatever you want with it!” Mina helplessly surrendered, referring to her smoking gun of an art project still displayed against the wall. Tapu Fini forbid if somebody walked into the house right then…

“Such naughtiness can’t go unpunished, Captain~” teased Moon. “I have no interest in seeing that picture of me destroyed or whatnot. All I want is to give you a taste of the punishment you deserve for being a naughty little girl.”

“P-Please forgive meeheehee!!”

Moon smiled at the suffering of her captive, soaking it all in as if it was her life source. Mimikyu also seemed to take delight in Mina’s hysterical reactions, practically being in-sync with her trainer enough to have developed the exact same tickle fetish. The passion shone in her literally dazzling eyes, and was complemented with what Mina could swear was a blush.

Even Butterfree, who was much too tired for tickling after a day of defending her trainer’s champion title, watched with amusement at the trial captain’s ticklish treatment. The bug fluttered low in the air for an aerial view of the whole spectacle, and had notably been fiddling with one of Mina’s socks for the past seven minutes. When Mina saw Butterfree, she concluded that it was probably attracted to the scent of the lotions and washes that she used on her feet to keep them in ticklish condition.

“HeheheHEY! Those are my only clean socks right now!” protested Mina, feeling just slight concern for the only means around of protecting her feet.

It may have been due to the lack of proper eyes that Butterfree appeared to give no reaction. She always had a cheerful Bug-type smile in her face. Upon being talked to, Butterfree initially seemed to do very little aside from hover ever-so-slightly closer to Mina. Unpredictably, she fluttered close to the floor, Mina’s sock in its small “hands.” Butterfree appeared so innocent and harmless that Mina had no way of reading her next sudden action.

In a display showcasing as much savagery as Mimikyu, something Mina never knew a Butterfree was capable of, the butterfly Pokémon swiftly stuffed the sock in the trial captain’s mouth. As surprised as a hooked Feebas, Mina sounded off a giggly, muffled gasp that caught her other two tormentors’ attention. Before Mina could spit out her thankfully-clean sock, Butterfree fired a sticky shot of silk to virtually tape her mouth shut.

“MMMFF!” the dirty-blond girl incomprehensibly muttered.

“Ooooh, how evil, Butterfree!” Moon complimented, still unphased enough to continue running her fingers through Mina’s toes. “Hearing your muffled laughter is going to be music to our ears, Captain, heeheehe~”

Butterfree continued to hover in front of Mina, who was still visibly shaken by the surprise deviousness she had displayed. She made her giggly chirping noise before she pulled out a final trick from her stubby, non-existent sleeve. As if searching for gold, Butterfree dug through Mina’s hair before uncovering her right ear. When she finally found her treasure, she accordingly began nibbling ever-so-lightly at it with her delicate bug-fangs.

Mina, who had never experienced her ears being assaulted in such a fashion, completely freaked out at how sensitive she was to Butterfree’s form of tickling. The chills that the ear nibbling elicited were the type that would normally only come from eating five scoops of ice cream. The increased tingling also seemed to work its way into Mina’s laughter pattern, making it more giggly and disjointed in its delivery. It was an orchestra for Moon and her Pokémon, who absorbed Mina’s laughter as if it were water to a sponge.

“MMHmhmhmHMPFF! I cmpm’t tmk thimmph!!” Mina insisted, begging for the torment to end.

“Aw, am I being too mean for you? Too ticklish for your own good? Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you drew such a naughty little picture of me, heheh. Coochie coo,” Moon teased, at an insultingly childish level, no less.

The humiliation Mina felt as the teasing circled back to the canvass sketch continued to drench her cheeks in pink. It truly was an extremely unlucky situation for Moon to have found out about the fantasies that her friend had developed with her. The drawing itself was a tribute to the inspiration Mina found in her trial captain career and drawing hobby that had occurred from the day Moon had came from nowhere and decided to tickle her. Truthfully, bits and pieces of Mina always rose up in alarm at the sight of a pair of beautiful feet or mentions of tickling before she had ever met Moon. However, Moon was the one who woke up the leviathan in her.

And yet, as she found herself being completely dominated by Moon with ticklish assaults, she still had no idea how to take it in. She asked herself if she was even liking this anymore, or if she ever enjoyed it in the first place. Moon, finally tickling her again, but in the most humiliating way possible. It was the greatest dream come true, in the worst possible way…

Mimikyu’s project to completely cover Mina’s sole in sapphire-blue paint was very quickly nearing its way toward completion, and Moon was readying a spare hairbrush and oil in her bag for utilization. The long session of tickling seemed as though it was only starting for Mina, even as she found her lungs beginning to tire.

“MrrmhrmhmHMMMPFF!!” sounded off the muffled squealing of Mina, bringing her captors’ glistening eyes to even fuller life.

“That’s right, tickle, tickle~” Moon teased, pulling out her tickling tools from her bag while using a spare hand to continue scribbling her victim’s sole with tickles. “You may laugh, squeal, and squirm in complete humiliation, but I hope you know: I’m only making it like this for you ‘cause I know just how much you’re totally loving this--”

MEGA STORY over. It's barely over ten pages long, so props if you went through that. This is part of Moon's little journey around Alola to tickle every character Pro deems ticklable enough.

The reason I put these pics on hiatus so long, besides how long these pics take me, is that originally I really wanted to do Lana next. I couldn't think of any situation to put her in, though, so I sorta stayed frozen on it. I eventually decided to revisit my favorite trial captain Mina.

To understand this story, it'd probably be easier to read the little bit from the description of the first Mina pic I made. I consider this one of my worst pics in my entire gallery, so I'm real glad I got to properly target Mina. I'm getting a little self-conscious about using stocks all of the time, but I hope it isn't too big an issue with y'all.

The two things I'm not sure about are Moon and her arm and the positioning of Mina's legs. Those things aside, though, I like this one. The idea was for Mina to get busted by Moon for drawing some naughty art, which I'm satisfied with how I captured it. There's a not-so-subtle easter egg associated with the format of the picture Mina sketched out that I'm assuming sticks out. Obviously intentional, with no disrespect toward the artist of the pic that it looks like. Especially since I suggested that pic in the first place.

Anyway, hope you guys liked this one, I've been working a while on the past couple of pieces and I'm happy to finally post them as always. See you on the other side, until later.