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Humans sure are peculiar. They carry on with their dull lives, ignorant of the constant threat placed upon them. Unaware that they are not alone and, which is worst, being observed. It is late to act; they prefer to believe in the feeble mirage of tranquillity instead of preparing. The enemy is already among them, readying its forces! The invasion is inevitable. Pekopen’s fate is sealed; it will eventually fall into the froggish hands of the ruthless Keronian invaders!

But the day when the glorious invasion succeeds would not come immediately. The most capable leader, blessed with questionable abilities and even more debatable priorities though, had a more pressing matter to take care of.
“And this is how you join the pieces together” Said Keroro with an authoritative yet kind tone “Don’t force it but don’t hesitate either. Once you hear a ‘click’ you’ll know you did it properly” Explained the green Alien amphibian.
“Oh, like this?” Asked his dark-skinned protégé, a young girl of candid beauty, who used her trembling hands to connect two portions of plastic. Her amber eyes sparkled with achievement when the gratifying sound told her she had managed to create a miniature arm where there was nothing. “It worked. You sure are knowledgeable, uncle Keroro” Said Mois gleaming. She was happy to be sharing that moment with her beloved protector and her face displayed such feeling.
The aforementioned puffed his chest and his squishy cheeks tainted red.
“This is nothing. It’s the least I can do for you, Miss Mois. Good gestures are ought to be repaid” He explained.
His interlocutor, nodded affirmatively at these words.
“When I gave you that scale model I sure did it with my greatest intentions, because you looked so gloomy. Really, there was no need to return the favour” Explained the girl looking at the kit she and her uncle were building together: a red mechanical wonder that had a massive reactor on its rear and more weapons that hands it had. How would it use them? She had inquired and was told that the pilot simply had that quantity of weapons to dispose of when the ammunition ran out. Clever? She was not sure, and was no expert in warfare either, but the idea of carrying boxes of shells instead of whole missile launchers seemed more plausible to her.
Nonetheless that same strangely equipped kit was the reason she was sharing a tender experience with the person she looked up to the most. Yet, an explanation is ought to be given. The Sergeant, after the immense happiness and surprise of the girl giving him that most wanted Full Armor Gund*am from the thunderbolt anime adaptation, had decided that the kit did not display its full potential without its rival to battle against. Hence, he made sure to reserve the recently announced Psycho Z*ku from the same modified colour pattern of the series. Once obtained, he did not hesitate to give it to the blond girl. Perhaps his lack of vacillation doing so had something to do with the fact that Mois would likely give it back to him, knowing he would enjoy it more than her.
As the cunning frog had predicted, the girl did not doubt to politely refuse the present as the robot would be alone if she exposed it in her selves and would feel sad. However, after a second of reflection, she suggested they could build the kit together. She was more than aware it was not really a present for her, but a chance to spend time with Keroro would be cherished all the same.
“All’s well that ends well” Thought the girl procuring the tools she needed to continue with the construction. She obediently followed the military’s instructions and gasped in amazement at how smoothly the pieces joined together. “Oh, look at how much it moves!” She said earnestly stunned and gave a warm smile to Keroro right after, all the while she moved the arm she had just built to wave him hello.

The sweetness of the scene that was centred at one of the rooms located within the Hinatas’ residence was not an absolute one. Bitterness mixed into a peculiar concoction of flavours from a corner. The source was from the youngest member of the A.R.M.P.I.T, private Tamama, who looked at the duo happily building the model with uncovered anger.
“That woman” He said twisting a handkerchief which served for Mois’ neck in his mind “Who does she think she is? Trying to seduce my sergeant?!” If she was alone he would not have waited even a second to strike her down.
Instead, he hid all his ominous feelings under a forced smile of sheer cuteness and advanced to the admired superior so diligently focused in the task at hand.
“Sergeant!” He said in a bell-like voice “I brought you another kit, shall we build it together?” The blue tadpole aimed a sharp condescending glare to the radiant Mois “Two can play this game, you succubus!” He thought sneering.
“Private Tamama” Said Keroro, the soldier quickly directed his eyes towards the superior with a gleaming victorious smile. That kit he got from a sale would surely win his affection.
What he won instead was a reprimand.
“Why would I want this?” He asked in a monotonous voice looking at him with blank eyes “A Leo?”.
Tamama was speechless. What could have gone wrong? He would find out soon.
“This is why you are still a rookie. You act on impulse. Do you read UC anywhere?” Now that he mentioned, none of those initials appeared anywhere in the box, in their place he could read AF “A kit from Wing won’t match with the Universal Century. If only you had gotten a Gund*m, or even a Serpent. But this? This doesn’t even have grade! Take it away and wish it doesn’t explode when you say ‘It’s a Gund*m!’. Now Miss Mois” He said shrugging his shoulder “Could you please sand this piece, I got carried away and cut it improperly”.
Before a fraction of a second lasts, a swooping motion took place where Keroro was seating. A blunt object impacted leaving no time for reaction. The ground creaked and gave down from the pressure. Yet, against all odds, the green frog had evaded the unexpected attack by mere inches.
“Miss Mois, what has gotten to you? Why…” He paused, his face distorted into one of pain “The Z*ku! It’s broken! Miss Mois this demands an explanation!” He said pointing his finger accusingly at the girl. On her end, she rubbed her template, opened her orange eyes and looked around in confusion. Words sounded faintly, her pulse was unsteady and her eyes darted wearingly without objective.
“What?” She look at her hands, a weapon was being held “The Lucifer Spear? Why is it here?” Just as she said so, she got up on unsteady feet and plunged forward towards the frog, steadying her mace-like armament.
“KERO! Why are you angry at me? It’s because I ate the last pudding? I promised I’d buy another one!” Said the sergeant falling of his back, transpiration covering his forehead.
In a cold voice that sent shivers trough his spine, Mois whispered.
“Hellmageddon… 1:1000” These words were the death sentence for the frog who would see the end of his days without being able to watch the anime adaptation of Crossbone.
“As if it was going to happen” He thought bitterly in a surprisingly calm manner.
“JEALOUSLY BALL!” An explosion of dark energy, charged with all of Tamama’s evil intent impacted at the mace deviating it from its initial trajectory until it demolished a wall. “What’s wrong with you?! Touch the Sergeant and you’ll see the last of me!!” Yelled an angry Tamama immediately intercepting the girl with skilled attacks that would have cornered the most veteran of fighters.
But that was not enough to stop Mois, who easily deflected all of the strikes and returned them with exponential strength.
“No, this isn’t like me…” She whispered, her eyes were sad and looked for her uncle “Please, help me…” She said before being engulfed in light.
Where a young girl donned in everyday’s clothing was, a messenger of destruction stood. Her distinctive outfit was one Keroro knew.
“The King of Terror…” His mind raced to find a solution to that mess. Yet, his cavitations were cut when a red comet struck the girl.
“An enemy?” Shouted Giroro brandishing a beam saber that was parried easily by Mois. “No, is Miss Angol. Why are you doing this?” Said the seasoned caporal struggling to keep his pressure on her opponent.

The battle ragged for tense minutes. The combined forces of Giroro and Tamama were no match for Mois, who fought them and destroyed everything on her wake with ease. Even with the assistant of the Ninja Dororo did not the balance of the bout turn in their favour.
“This isn’t right. Something is surely off” Wondered Keroro observing the situation closely. It was not like Mois to act in that manner. What could have caused this metamorphosis?
“Sergeant, are you alright? I think you could use a hand” A light in his Keroball went on and the voice of Lieutenant Kururu startled his superior.
“Of course I need a hand! Mois is on a rampage. And why aren’t you here helping us?! At this rate she is going to demolish the house and madam mother will kill us” By ‘us’ Keroro meant ‘him’.
“I was having some yummy curry” Explained the yellow technician as if it was the most obvious of excuses “Anyway I’m sending you something that will help”.
Just as Keroro was going to inquire about the cryptic message, the ground over the concealed Keronian base opened and a projectile was shot. When it was about to hit its target, the out-of-control Mois, it broke apart releasing a gas that made her cough until she bluntly fell on the ground, her body inertly lay turning her into a girl who nobody could believe she was the one responsible of such destruction. Without a moment to lose, the four aliens took her and brought the girl to their base, a mystery like that had to be solved.
Their priorities were not shared with the Hinata siblings who observed agape what had become of their residence.
“I’m going to kill that frog!” Yelled Natsumi, her brow twitching along her fists that waved menacing in the air.

Two eyes looked anxiously trough the looking glass. Down bellow, in a hallow chamber, devoid of any furniture to enlighten the viewer’s mood, was a solitary girl seating over a metallic table. Her slender arms surrounded her knees and her amber eyes stared upwards, she was aware she was being observed, and even if Keroro knew she could not perceive nothing save his silhouette from the glass, a chill ran across his back.
“I’m sorry Miss Mois” He whispered. Then, he turned to Kururu, the only alien beside him in the room. But as he silently tipped on his laptop he pretty much gave the impression of being another piece of equipment in the laboratory. “So what do we do now?” He asked.
“She appears calmed but that’s because of the angolstone layer that I placed on the walls of that chamber” Said the frog adjusting his lenses.
“This and the synthesised angolstone gas” Said Keroro squinting his eyes “That thing is very rare and the only weaknesses Miss Mois has. And the way you speak. It sounds as if you knew this would happen”
“That’s because I knew it would happen” Kururu continued working on his computer unaffected by the calm yet accusatory voice of his superior.
“I don’t follow you” Said the green frog whose patience was starting to be lost.
After pressing a sequence of buttons, a gigantic screen turned on and a series of graphics and charts were visible.
“Look at this. These are recordings of the energy levels inside of Angol Mois. As a member of the Angol race she has the power to destroy a planet with ease”
Keroro cleared his throat “Get to the point” He said, he was more than aware about his protégé’s origin, he was in fact in good terms with her parents and knew that should anything happen to the girl secluded like a rat in a lab, his green head would be the first one to fall.
“Kukuku. Impatient as always” Kururu had a special habit to get anyone around on their nerves. “The little girl is supposed to destroy Pekopen, something that would surely hinder the invasion. However, since she got a liking to us she determined not to do so. Hence, she has held the energy an Angol generates inside of her body. The problem is that this energy must go out and if not done properly… Boom! It all goes with a bang. No Pekopen, no invasion and no Gund*am!” The last part of the speech made Keroro shudder, to fail on the invasion was something he could almost tolerate, but not to be able to build more scale models? Unconceivable!
“But she recently was calmed as a Newtype” Interrupted the green frog looking at a section of the chart dated to the earlier month on which the levels of energy were lower.
“That’s our sergeant. You see, during specific intervals, the energy inside of her dropped almost to zero. I have no idea what could have caused it”
“Let’s ask her” Said Keroro.

“Miss Mois” The voice of her beloved Keroro sounded like a bell in the depressing silence of her chamber.
“Uncle Keroro? It that you? Thanks goodness! I blanked out and I don’t remember what I’ve done!” She looked down, sadness dwelling in her usually jovial face “Have I hurt someone?”
“Just Giroro and Tamama, but they had gotten through worse. Anyway we think we had discovered what’s wrong with you” Mois’ eyes sparkled at Keroro’s words echoing everywhere through speakers she could not see “But we need your cooperation. Tell me. What did you do each Tuesday from last month?”
The girl brought an index to her chin, her expression turned hard from recollecting her memories.
“Hmmm… I met an online friend.” Keroro nodded, he remembered Mois mentioned going out with a Pekopensian as of lately.
“And did you do something with her?” Asked the frog who raised an eyebrow at the faint blush in his protégé’s cheeks.
“This is a bit embarrassing to say aloud but…” Replied the girl “She wants to be a masseuse and needed my help, so…”
“So?” Inquired Keroro, curiosity taking the best of him “I offered to let her massage me”, she finally said.
“Where did she massage you?” Asked the intrigued frog. Mois’ cheeks turned redder at this question.
“On my feet, it tickled at first but once done I felt very relaxed. The following days she tried new things until she told me I moved too much. So she put my ankles on some stocks, just in case I hurt myself by accident, and used many tools like oils, brushes but mostly her hands. One time she even licked my soles. It really tickled but I couldn’t move my feet away. Good thing I was on the stocks, if I wasn’t I would have kicked her, and you don’t do that to a friend!” A vein was marked in the frog’s forehead the more she spoke, a suspicion arose in his mind. The girl continued with her exposition unaware of his change of spirits. “She even recorded the sessions to later study them. Oh, and she was very nice to send me a copy, but I can’t watch them entirely, it’s kind of strange to see myself laughing so hard.
An iron piercing stare was given to Kururu who understood the silent order.
“I tracked her down. The friend she’s speaking is named Calvina Anderson and… You are not going to like this, but the videos are uploaded into a website of dubious purpose. To be downloaded, after a tax is paid”
A loud bang struck the glass. Keroro’s angry fist staggered to the transparent surface.
“I don’t know who this Pekopensian is, but I will find her and I will give her a taste of her own medicine” He said screeching his teeth.
“Sergeant! That’s the answer! Pekopensians use tickling as a method to relieve stress. The chart coincides with her story: whenever she got tickled, Mois released energy to a stable level”
Keroro hung his head dubiously and spoke.
“So what to we do now?” A question answered with another question.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Asked Kururu over the rattling of his fingers typing on the keyboard.

Mois lay on her back as instructed. She saw with curiosity a pair of hands that emerged form the table she was on. Attached to tendrils, they waved in the air until they reached for her boots and effortlessly pulled at them. Showing a pair of juvenile feet whose toes wriggled happy to be freed. Before she could ask what was going on, the fingers in those gloved hands tapped on the soft skin in her soles causing a smile to appear in her face.
“Ehehehe… It tickles, it’s just like Calvina’s massage…ehehehe” The girl giggled and closed her eyes, enjoying the light sensations in her feet. She lay exposed, unaware of more hands that emerged and aimed towards other parts of her tempting body.

“Don’t worry Mois!” Said Keroro’s voice feigning calmness “Try to bear with it. What we are doing… It’s for your own good” Said Keroro unable to look at the crystal. Nor that it helped. The laboratory had plenty of monitors doing exactly that, ‘monitoring’ Mois’ development, unless the goal was for her to develop madness. The poor girl had valiantly accepted the tickling without the least of complains. Yet, after ten excruciating minutes and plenty of hands covering her bare under arms, soft legs, knees and the entirety of her feet, Mois began to struggle. She turned around and tried to run away in her fours. Something that did not help her, as more hands secured her ankles and brought them to a pair of shackles that held them immobile. Her soles quivered defenceless at the army of fingers that molested the soles entirely. She laughed and screamed, this tickling was more than she could handle. Her face was drenched in all kind of fluids, being sweat, tears and saliva the most predominant.
“Ahahahaha, I can’t take this anymore! EHEHEHEHE PLEASE! UNCLE KEHEHEROHOHOROHOHOOOO! Make them stop!” Stop did the hands not do, in its place, even more of the devilish artefacts appeared wielding toothbrushes that aimed to remove any spec of dust in the lovely and over-tormented soles. No matter how much they tickled by doing so.
“Kururu…” Said a concerned Keroro turning pale at the situation. His heart broke when he saw the multiple screens showing Mois suffering from many angles “Isn’t this a bit excessive?” The one he aimed these words to did not share his preoccupation.
“Not at all. Great levels of energy require great extents of stress relieve” He said working on his computer ignoring the Dantesque scenery around him. “Oh, and make sure to inform her we will have to do this on a scheduled basis, unless you want the girl to run amok again.
Keroro got paler at this, his eyes darted from the girl in the chamber struggling to keep what little sanity was left of her and the many screens showing the same.
“It’s already bad we are doing this! If their parents find out about it they’ll kill me. So why are you eve recording this?!” Asked the frantic frog.
Shrugging his yellow shoulders the bespectacled frog replied. “For future references. Don’t worry; the data won’t leave this lab”.

A relieved sigh was heard. Kururu maintained an unmoving façade as his superior did not perceive the secret communication he was having. The greener soldier would be mad if he found out. But, as soon as the fruits of his little secret where shown he would not mind. After all, how would he complain at the funds he was about to gain for the invasion?
“The material is being recorded. Miss A” Typed the frog across an encrypted network. An answer promptly appeared on his screen.
“Perfect, she will be a nice model. I will make sure to stay true to my part of the deal, Mister K” Was the reply he got. Kururu grinned; an idea sprang to life in his fingers that typed.
“I’ll look forward to it. By the way. My boss is mad at you. He holds the girl dear and is angry about you fooling with her. He says he will not rest until he finds you and makes you suffer in the same way” A most challenging reply appeared soon afterwards.
“As long as it’s recorded I don’t mind at all. However, the ratio of benefits will differ. Videos with me as lee are better valued. But make sure this boss of yours knows how to tickle; I don’t want my time wasted. Kururu snickered.
“I love people who don’t fret from a challenge. Kukukuku…”

Close ups available here: fav.me/da7c4si and here fav.me/da7c4pf

Commission for [my self-proclaimed apprentice] , a kind of follow-up to this What 'friends' do Master Grade ED (even though that one was a surprise gift). He wanted a picture involving Angol Mois from "Sergeant Frog" ("Keroro Gunsou"), a series overall ignored in the tickle fandom, and let's not talk about this lovely gal, one of the characters I like the most. She's adourable, even if she just stays around she´s a nice support character, one of those that the characters don't realise how much they need her until she's gone.
I might sound like a prick but my goodness this is easily my best work up to now. Sure, it has mystakes here and there but thing are steadily going upwards!

Angol Mois, Keroro, Kururu and all of the mentioned characters are copyrighted by Mine Yoshizaki.
Calvina Anderson, mentioned in the story is copyrighted by me.

Funfacts:
-Man that pose is hard and not very common to see around. Maybe that was why it was so complicated to do.
-Streaming this piece was a blast. Because I got to enjoy the presence of two artists I admire a lot. I won't say their names (they know I'm talking about them all the same) in order to avoid people feeling mad and claim "oh, so you don't care if I'm around as long as ****** is here!". But it was both exciting and inspiring to have them around. Also, is there anything more beautiful than the feeling of Senpai noticing you?
-The tentative name for this one was "That Gal from Soul Calibur 4" as almost everyone on the streaming said. Keroro is indeed an ignored series.
-While doing this I was considering what colour to draw her nails, until the commissioner told me to leave her "au naturel", but I like drawing nails so I've done two versions all the same.
-Working on this has made me realise two things: 1-I charge too little for my commissions. 2-There are aspects I need to change in my policies, because I charge pictures per character appearing, but I don't make a difference in teh manner of the tickling. So I ask for the same money even if its just a feather or many hands like this. And the later option is way harder to draw.
-The overall setup came to me while preparing the sketch, at first I was asked just for the picture of Mois, and a close-up of her feet with the frogs somewhere. Then, remembered a piece by another artist I like a lot (won't mention in case I look like a bootlicker) I thought about challenging myself.
-Cr*p, I just realised Mois doesn't wear gloves, but my mind just saw them. It's the same as with your nose, it's always ther,e but your eyes don't see it! Ugh, now's a bit too late to fix it, I'd have to do all the effects in the screen again. Maybe in the future...

Description
Humans sure are peculiar. They carry on with their dull lives, ignorant of the constant threat placed upon them. Unaware that they are not alone and, which is worst, being observed. It is late to act; they prefer to believe in the feeble mirage of tranquillity instead of preparing. The enemy is already among them, readying its forces! The invasion is inevitable. Pekopen’s fate is sealed; it will eventually fall into the froggish hands of the ruthless Keronian invaders!

But the day when the glorious invasion succeeds would not come immediately. The most capable leader, blessed with questionable abilities and even more debatable priorities though, had a more pressing matter to take care of.
“And this is how you join the pieces together” Said Keroro with an authoritative yet kind tone “Don’t force it but don’t hesitate either. Once you hear a ‘click’ you’ll know you did it properly” Explained the green Alien amphibian.
“Oh, like this?” Asked his dark-skinned protégé, a young girl of candid beauty, who used her trembling hands to connect two portions of plastic. Her amber eyes sparkled with achievement when the gratifying sound told her she had managed to create a miniature arm where there was nothing. “It worked. You sure are knowledgeable, uncle Keroro” Said Mois gleaming. She was happy to be sharing that moment with her beloved protector and her face displayed such feeling.
The aforementioned puffed his chest and his squishy cheeks tainted red.
“This is nothing. It’s the least I can do for you, Miss Mois. Good gestures are ought to be repaid” He explained.
His interlocutor, nodded affirmatively at these words.
“When I gave you that scale model I sure did it with my greatest intentions, because you looked so gloomy. Really, there was no need to return the favour” Explained the girl looking at the kit she and her uncle were building together: a red mechanical wonder that had a massive reactor on its rear and more weapons that hands it had. How would it use them? She had inquired and was told that the pilot simply had that quantity of weapons to dispose of when the ammunition ran out. Clever? She was not sure, and was no expert in warfare either, but the idea of carrying boxes of shells instead of whole missile launchers seemed more plausible to her.
Nonetheless that same strangely equipped kit was the reason she was sharing a tender experience with the person she looked up to the most. Yet, an explanation is ought to be given. The Sergeant, after the immense happiness and surprise of the girl giving him that most wanted Full Armor Gund*am from the thunderbolt anime adaptation, had decided that the kit did not display its full potential without its rival to battle against. Hence, he made sure to reserve the recently announced Psycho Z*ku from the same modified colour pattern of the series. Once obtained, he did not hesitate to give it to the blond girl. Perhaps his lack of vacillation doing so had something to do with the fact that Mois would likely give it back to him, knowing he would enjoy it more than her.
As the cunning frog had predicted, the girl did not doubt to politely refuse the present as the robot would be alone if she exposed it in her selves and would feel sad. However, after a second of reflection, she suggested they could build the kit together. She was more than aware it was not really a present for her, but a chance to spend time with Keroro would be cherished all the same.
“All’s well that ends well” Thought the girl procuring the tools she needed to continue with the construction. She obediently followed the military’s instructions and gasped in amazement at how smoothly the pieces joined together. “Oh, look at how much it moves!” She said earnestly stunned and gave a warm smile to Keroro right after, all the while she moved the arm she had just built to wave him hello.

The sweetness of the scene that was centred at one of the rooms located within the Hinatas’ residence was not an absolute one. Bitterness mixed into a peculiar concoction of flavours from a corner. The source was from the youngest member of the A.R.M.P.I.T, private Tamama, who looked at the duo happily building the model with uncovered anger.
“That woman” He said twisting a handkerchief which served for Mois’ neck in his mind “Who does she think she is? Trying to seduce my sergeant?!” If she was alone he would not have waited even a second to strike her down.
Instead, he hid all his ominous feelings under a forced smile of sheer cuteness and advanced to the admired superior so diligently focused in the task at hand.
“Sergeant!” He said in a bell-like voice “I brought you another kit, shall we build it together?” The blue tadpole aimed a sharp condescending glare to the radiant Mois “Two can play this game, you succubus!” He thought sneering.
“Private Tamama” Said Keroro, the soldier quickly directed his eyes towards the superior with a gleaming victorious smile. That kit he got from a sale would surely win his affection.
What he won instead was a reprimand.
“Why would I want this?” He asked in a monotonous voice looking at him with blank eyes “A Leo?”.
Tamama was speechless. What could have gone wrong? He would find out soon.
“This is why you are still a rookie. You act on impulse. Do you read UC anywhere?” Now that he mentioned, none of those initials appeared anywhere in the box, in their place he could read AF “A kit from Wing won’t match with the Universal Century. If only you had gotten a Gund*m, or even a Serpent. But this? This doesn’t even have grade! Take it away and wish it doesn’t explode when you say ‘It’s a Gund*m!’. Now Miss Mois” He said shrugging his shoulder “Could you please sand this piece, I got carried away and cut it improperly”.
Before a fraction of a second lasts, a swooping motion took place where Keroro was seating. A blunt object impacted leaving no time for reaction. The ground creaked and gave down from the pressure. Yet, against all odds, the green frog had evaded the unexpected attack by mere inches.
“Miss Mois, what has gotten to you? Why…” He paused, his face distorted into one of pain “The Z*ku! It’s broken! Miss Mois this demands an explanation!” He said pointing his finger accusingly at the girl. On her end, she rubbed her template, opened her orange eyes and looked around in confusion. Words sounded faintly, her pulse was unsteady and her eyes darted wearingly without objective.
“What?” She look at her hands, a weapon was being held “The Lucifer Spear? Why is it here?” Just as she said so, she got up on unsteady feet and plunged forward towards the frog, steadying her mace-like armament.
“KERO! Why are you angry at me? It’s because I ate the last pudding? I promised I’d buy another one!” Said the sergeant falling of his back, transpiration covering his forehead.
In a cold voice that sent shivers trough his spine, Mois whispered.
“Hellmageddon… 1:1000” These words were the death sentence for the frog who would see the end of his days without being able to watch the anime adaptation of Crossbone.
“As if it was going to happen” He thought bitterly in a surprisingly calm manner.
“JEALOUSLY BALL!” An explosion of dark energy, charged with all of Tamama’s evil intent impacted at the mace deviating it from its initial trajectory until it demolished a wall. “What’s wrong with you?! Touch the Sergeant and you’ll see the last of me!!” Yelled an angry Tamama immediately intercepting the girl with skilled attacks that would have cornered the most veteran of fighters.
But that was not enough to stop Mois, who easily deflected all of the strikes and returned them with exponential strength.
“No, this isn’t like me…” She whispered, her eyes were sad and looked for her uncle “Please, help me…” She said before being engulfed in light.
Where a young girl donned in everyday’s clothing was, a messenger of destruction stood. Her distinctive outfit was one Keroro knew.
“The King of Terror…” His mind raced to find a solution to that mess. Yet, his cavitations were cut when a red comet struck the girl.
“An enemy?” Shouted Giroro brandishing a beam saber that was parried easily by Mois. “No, is Miss Angol. Why are you doing this?” Said the seasoned caporal struggling to keep his pressure on her opponent.

The battle ragged for tense minutes. The combined forces of Giroro and Tamama were no match for Mois, who fought them and destroyed everything on her wake with ease. Even with the assistant of the Ninja Dororo did not the balance of the bout turn in their favour.
“This isn’t right. Something is surely off” Wondered Keroro observing the situation closely. It was not like Mois to act in that manner. What could have caused this metamorphosis?
“Sergeant, are you alright? I think you could use a hand” A light in his Keroball went on and the voice of Lieutenant Kururu startled his superior.
“Of course I need a hand! Mois is on a rampage. And why aren’t you here helping us?! At this rate she is going to demolish the house and madam mother will kill us” By ‘us’ Keroro meant ‘him’.
“I was having some yummy curry” Explained the yellow technician as if it was the most obvious of excuses “Anyway I’m sending you something that will help”.
Just as Keroro was going to inquire about the cryptic message, the ground over the concealed Keronian base opened and a projectile was shot. When it was about to hit its target, the out-of-control Mois, it broke apart releasing a gas that made her cough until she bluntly fell on the ground, her body inertly lay turning her into a girl who nobody could believe she was the one responsible of such destruction. Without a moment to lose, the four aliens took her and brought the girl to their base, a mystery like that had to be solved.
Their priorities were not shared with the Hinata siblings who observed agape what had become of their residence.
“I’m going to kill that frog!” Yelled Natsumi, her brow twitching along her fists that waved menacing in the air.

Two eyes looked anxiously trough the looking glass. Down bellow, in a hallow chamber, devoid of any furniture to enlighten the viewer’s mood, was a solitary girl seating over a metallic table. Her slender arms surrounded her knees and her amber eyes stared upwards, she was aware she was being observed, and even if Keroro knew she could not perceive nothing save his silhouette from the glass, a chill ran across his back.
“I’m sorry Miss Mois” He whispered. Then, he turned to Kururu, the only alien beside him in the room. But as he silently tipped on his laptop he pretty much gave the impression of being another piece of equipment in the laboratory. “So what do we do now?” He asked.
“She appears calmed but that’s because of the angolstone layer that I placed on the walls of that chamber” Said the frog adjusting his lenses.
“This and the synthesised angolstone gas” Said Keroro squinting his eyes “That thing is very rare and the only weaknesses Miss Mois has. And the way you speak. It sounds as if you knew this would happen”
“That’s because I knew it would happen” Kururu continued working on his computer unaffected by the calm yet accusatory voice of his superior.
“I don’t follow you” Said the green frog whose patience was starting to be lost.
After pressing a sequence of buttons, a gigantic screen turned on and a series of graphics and charts were visible.
“Look at this. These are recordings of the energy levels inside of Angol Mois. As a member of the Angol race she has the power to destroy a planet with ease”
Keroro cleared his throat “Get to the point” He said, he was more than aware about his protégé’s origin, he was in fact in good terms with her parents and knew that should anything happen to the girl secluded like a rat in a lab, his green head would be the first one to fall.
“Kukuku. Impatient as always” Kururu had a special habit to get anyone around on their nerves. “The little girl is supposed to destroy Pekopen, something that would surely hinder the invasion. However, since she got a liking to us she determined not to do so. Hence, she has held the energy an Angol generates inside of her body. The problem is that this energy must go out and if not done properly… Boom! It all goes with a bang. No Pekopen, no invasion and no Gund*am!” The last part of the speech made Keroro shudder, to fail on the invasion was something he could almost tolerate, but not to be able to build more scale models? Unconceivable!
“But she recently was calmed as a Newtype” Interrupted the green frog looking at a section of the chart dated to the earlier month on which the levels of energy were lower.
“That’s our sergeant. You see, during specific intervals, the energy inside of her dropped almost to zero. I have no idea what could have caused it”
“Let’s ask her” Said Keroro.

“Miss Mois” The voice of her beloved Keroro sounded like a bell in the depressing silence of her chamber.
“Uncle Keroro? It that you? Thanks goodness! I blanked out and I don’t remember what I’ve done!” She looked down, sadness dwelling in her usually jovial face “Have I hurt someone?”
“Just Giroro and Tamama, but they had gotten through worse. Anyway we think we had discovered what’s wrong with you” Mois’ eyes sparkled at Keroro’s words echoing everywhere through speakers she could not see “But we need your cooperation. Tell me. What did you do each Tuesday from last month?”
The girl brought an index to her chin, her expression turned hard from recollecting her memories.
“Hmmm… I met an online friend.” Keroro nodded, he remembered Mois mentioned going out with a Pekopensian as of lately.
“And did you do something with her?” Asked the frog who raised an eyebrow at the faint blush in his protégé’s cheeks.
“This is a bit embarrassing to say aloud but…” Replied the girl “She wants to be a masseuse and needed my help, so…”
“So?” Inquired Keroro, curiosity taking the best of him “I offered to let her massage me”, she finally said.
“Where did she massage you?” Asked the intrigued frog. Mois’ cheeks turned redder at this question.
“On my feet, it tickled at first but once done I felt very relaxed. The following days she tried new things until she told me I moved too much. So she put my ankles on some stocks, just in case I hurt myself by accident, and used many tools like oils, brushes but mostly her hands. One time she even licked my soles. It really tickled but I couldn’t move my feet away. Good thing I was on the stocks, if I wasn’t I would have kicked her, and you don’t do that to a friend!” A vein was marked in the frog’s forehead the more she spoke, a suspicion arose in his mind. The girl continued with her exposition unaware of his change of spirits. “She even recorded the sessions to later study them. Oh, and she was very nice to send me a copy, but I can’t watch them entirely, it’s kind of strange to see myself laughing so hard.
An iron piercing stare was given to Kururu who understood the silent order.
“I tracked her down. The friend she’s speaking is named Calvina Anderson and… You are not going to like this, but the videos are uploaded into a website of dubious purpose. To be downloaded, after a tax is paid”
A loud bang struck the glass. Keroro’s angry fist staggered to the transparent surface.
“I don’t know who this Pekopensian is, but I will find her and I will give her a taste of her own medicine” He said screeching his teeth.
“Sergeant! That’s the answer! Pekopensians use tickling as a method to relieve stress. The chart coincides with her story: whenever she got tickled, Mois released energy to a stable level”
Keroro hung his head dubiously and spoke.
“So what to we do now?” A question answered with another question.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Asked Kururu over the rattling of his fingers typing on the keyboard.

Mois lay on her back as instructed. She saw with curiosity a pair of hands that emerged form the table she was on. Attached to tendrils, they waved in the air until they reached for her boots and effortlessly pulled at them. Showing a pair of juvenile feet whose toes wriggled happy to be freed. Before she could ask what was going on, the fingers in those gloved hands tapped on the soft skin in her soles causing a smile to appear in her face.
“Ehehehe… It tickles, it’s just like Calvina’s massage…ehehehe” The girl giggled and closed her eyes, enjoying the light sensations in her feet. She lay exposed, unaware of more hands that emerged and aimed towards other parts of her tempting body.

“Don’t worry Mois!” Said Keroro’s voice feigning calmness “Try to bear with it. What we are doing… It’s for your own good” Said Keroro unable to look at the crystal. Nor that it helped. The laboratory had plenty of monitors doing exactly that, ‘monitoring’ Mois’ development, unless the goal was for her to develop madness. The poor girl had valiantly accepted the tickling without the least of complains. Yet, after ten excruciating minutes and plenty of hands covering her bare under arms, soft legs, knees and the entirety of her feet, Mois began to struggle. She turned around and tried to run away in her fours. Something that did not help her, as more hands secured her ankles and brought them to a pair of shackles that held them immobile. Her soles quivered defenceless at the army of fingers that molested the soles entirely. She laughed and screamed, this tickling was more than she could handle. Her face was drenched in all kind of fluids, being sweat, tears and saliva the most predominant.
“Ahahahaha, I can’t take this anymore! EHEHEHEHE PLEASE! UNCLE KEHEHEROHOHOROHOHOOOO! Make them stop!” Stop did the hands not do, in its place, even more of the devilish artefacts appeared wielding toothbrushes that aimed to remove any spec of dust in the lovely and over-tormented soles. No matter how much they tickled by doing so.
“Kururu…” Said a concerned Keroro turning pale at the situation. His heart broke when he saw the multiple screens showing Mois suffering from many angles “Isn’t this a bit excessive?” The one he aimed these words to did not share his preoccupation.
“Not at all. Great levels of energy require great extents of stress relieve” He said working on his computer ignoring the Dantesque scenery around him. “Oh, and make sure to inform her we will have to do this on a scheduled basis, unless you want the girl to run amok again.
Keroro got paler at this, his eyes darted from the girl in the chamber struggling to keep what little sanity was left of her and the many screens showing the same.
“It’s already bad we are doing this! If their parents find out about it they’ll kill me. So why are you eve recording this?!” Asked the frantic frog.
Shrugging his yellow shoulders the bespectacled frog replied. “For future references. Don’t worry; the data won’t leave this lab”.

A relieved sigh was heard. Kururu maintained an unmoving façade as his superior did not perceive the secret communication he was having. The greener soldier would be mad if he found out. But, as soon as the fruits of his little secret where shown he would not mind. After all, how would he complain at the funds he was about to gain for the invasion?
“The material is being recorded. Miss A” Typed the frog across an encrypted network. An answer promptly appeared on his screen.
“Perfect, she will be a nice model. I will make sure to stay true to my part of the deal, Mister K” Was the reply he got. Kururu grinned; an idea sprang to life in his fingers that typed.
“I’ll look forward to it. By the way. My boss is mad at you. He holds the girl dear and is angry about you fooling with her. He says he will not rest until he finds you and makes you suffer in the same way” A most challenging reply appeared soon afterwards.
“As long as it’s recorded I don’t mind at all. However, the ratio of benefits will differ. Videos with me as lee are better valued. But make sure this boss of yours knows how to tickle; I don’t want my time wasted. Kururu snickered.
“I love people who don’t fret from a challenge. Kukukuku…”

Close ups available here: fav.me/da7c4si and here fav.me/da7c4pf

Commission for [my self-proclaimed apprentice] , a kind of follow-up to this What 'friends' do Master Grade ED (even though that one was a surprise gift). He wanted a picture involving Angol Mois from "Sergeant Frog" ("Keroro Gunsou"), a series overall ignored in the tickle fandom, and let's not talk about this lovely gal, one of the characters I like the most. She's adourable, even if she just stays around she´s a nice support character, one of those that the characters don't realise how much they need her until she's gone.
I might sound like a prick but my goodness this is easily my best work up to now. Sure, it has mystakes here and there but thing are steadily going upwards!

Angol Mois, Keroro, Kururu and all of the mentioned characters are copyrighted by Mine Yoshizaki.
Calvina Anderson, mentioned in the story is copyrighted by me.

Funfacts:
-Man that pose is hard and not very common to see around. Maybe that was why it was so complicated to do.
-Streaming this piece was a blast. Because I got to enjoy the presence of two artists I admire a lot. I won't say their names (they know I'm talking about them all the same) in order to avoid people feeling mad and claim "oh, so you don't care if I'm around as long as ****** is here!". But it was both exciting and inspiring to have them around. Also, is there anything more beautiful than the feeling of Senpai noticing you?
-The tentative name for this one was "That Gal from Soul Calibur 4" as almost everyone on the streaming said. Keroro is indeed an ignored series.
-While doing this I was considering what colour to draw her nails, until the commissioner told me to leave her "au naturel", but I like drawing nails so I've done two versions all the same.
-Working on this has made me realise two things: 1-I charge too little for my commissions. 2-There are aspects I need to change in my policies, because I charge pictures per character appearing, but I don't make a difference in teh manner of the tickling. So I ask for the same money even if its just a feather or many hands like this. And the later option is way harder to draw.
-The overall setup came to me while preparing the sketch, at first I was asked just for the picture of Mois, and a close-up of her feet with the frogs somewhere. Then, remembered a piece by another artist I like a lot (won't mention in case I look like a bootlicker) I thought about challenging myself.
-Cr*p, I just realised Mois doesn't wear gloves, but my mind just saw them. It's the same as with your nose, it's always ther,e but your eyes don't see it! Ugh, now's a bit too late to fix it, I'd have to do all the effects in the screen again. Maybe in the future...