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The town itself was a perfect picture. Cobblestone pathways, well managed buildings, and a well kept marketplace all filled the town with a lively sort of homey feeling. There were furs around, yes. A canine sitting down in the grass with his legs outstretched, a few bears wandering down the street side by side. It truly was a picture of the life of the town…

And this was to be taken quite literally, as time passed with each and every second. The furs, however, remained put. Frozen in their places. Their eyes move occasionally to each other. This world, and town, have been abandoned by the gamekeepers.

Nobody could move. Nobody… except one.

Norris the blacksmithing bat pushed the door to his home open just as he was letting out a weary yawn. He put his hand over his mouth and pushed back his long ears before stretching and gazing up toward the sky.

“Man, I slept in,” Norris mumbled aloud to himself. He gazed back at his home. A sign which meant very little these days signified that it was once not only his home, but also his job. A forge outside had been gathering dust every since his world had been abandoned by the gatekeepers. There was little use for a blacksmith in a world where only he could move. He reached his hand down to the tools on his belt. He wasn’t sure why he still kept them on himself. Perhaps simply habit.

Norris adjusted his goggles before moving forward. A good fifty feet in front of his home, as there always was, Norris found a canine. A young, fit looking wolf dressed in light garbs. A vest over his body, but chest open and bare. He had one hand up behind his head, locked there for weeks.

“N-Norris?” A voice came helplessly from the canine as Norris approached. “Is that you?”

“Hello there,” Norris said with a giggle of his own as he approached. He was silent, and slow. The sight of the wolf’s lifted arm and exposed pit was almost too much to handle. He smiled as he crept up behind the wolf’s back. He extended his hand, fingers wiggling. He settled his slender fingertips down against the bare wolf pit and slowly worked his hand upward, dragging his fingertips through the sensitive pit.

“Mmm,” The wolf whimpered. “P-Please, Norris! Not today! O-Ooooh gosh, crap!”

The poor wolf, unable to move, whined and whimpered like a hurt puppy as Norris’ fingers traversed through his helpless pit. Even if the wolf wanted to move, which Norris guessed he so, so badly wanted to, he simply could not. Norris adjusted his goggles as he got closer to the wolf’s back, raising both his hands to go into either of the mutt’s pits.

“P-Please!” The wolf whimpered helplessly.

“Awww, don’t whine,” Norris replied. “It’ll be over soon.”

Norris allowed his fingers to taunt and tease the exposed armpits of the wolf. He poked and prodded slowly at first, picking up speed as the poor whining of the other grew more intense. Every morning the wolf would try to fight his ticklish sensations. He would try to bite back his desire to squeal with laughter. Norris cherished the fight in this wolf.

“Mmmm… nene…. Heheh…” The wolf tried to fight off his laughter. Norris could see his face tighten, the only part of his body that could properly move. His eyes were filling with tears from trying just so desperately not to laugh. Norris didn’t repent, dragging his fingertips deeper into the pits until he was scrubbing.

“N-Nohohohoo!” The wolf cried out as Norris grew relentless with his tickling. “S-Stohohop, pleheheeeeeese!”

Norris allowed himself a few more minutes of relentless torture on the poor exposed wolf. He giggled to himself as he pulled his hands away and heard the sound of the poor mutt panting. His whimpering only continued. Norris drew near, finally exposing himself to the front of the wolf. He smiled and reached out his hand to stroke gently under the wolf’s chin.

“See you tomorrow,” Norris said to the exhausted, red faced wolf he had just finished tormenting.

It was a promise he meant to keep.

For Norris, this abandoned game had become his playground. He did not know why everybody in the world except for him was turned to stone. He did not know why he was able to move so freely, and to interact with all of those trapped. What he did know was how to take advantage of a situation when presented. Norris, unfortunately for those frozen, had a very unique urge when he was in total control of others.

As the ticklish wolf vanished from Norris’ sight the further he walked. He strolled down the pathway, encountering many unfortunate and frozen creatures like the wolf from before. None of them tried to speak to Norris, if they even noticed him. Norris simply went about his way, adjusting his goggles as the buildings in town became more frequent and the frozen statues of people flooded the streets.

“What to do, what to do?” Norris asked himself as he happily strolled down the street. He eyed every building and frozen fur as he passed, thinking to himself of all the possibilities of what he could do. Sadly, none of them jumped out at him. None until one.

Norris stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted his next target. He was right outside the local store, a place that when the world had frozen was only just opening up for the morning. The owner was outside, forever turning the closed sign to open. The owner is not what caught his attention, however. No, he had his fun of that fur many times in the past. What drew his eye today was a young looking fur. He had to be in his late teens. A coyote sat with little clothes, likely for the summer weather. He was wearing a shirt without sleeves, and his pants were short and revealing. He had one leg up crossed over the other, his sole exposed outward directly at Norris. There was a sandal on the ground, which must have slipped away some time ago. It called to Norris.

Norris approached slowly from behind the teen. He reached out his hand slowly as he got down low to the ground to avoid being spotted. He grazed his fingertips lightly against the teen’s bare sole.

“Eep!”

The teen let out a yelp of panic at the sudden touch. It must have been shocking for him.

“W-Who is that?” The poor coyote whined. “Stop it!”

Now that Norris was so close to the coyote and his bare foot he couldn’t help but giggle. He slid closer, touching the foot with his entire hand. It was quite large. He glanced up to see the look of panic in the teen’s eye. He was unable to look down, which only made it more fun for Norris.

“I just wanted to play a little game,” Norris teased with a devious giggle of his own. “Don’t you like games?”

“Knock it off!” The teen spat back.

“That’s not a very fun response,” Norris said with a sigh. He drug his fingers up the bare sole of the coyote paw. He drew his fingertips closer and closer to the toes.

“Mmmm,” The coyote let out a sound of discomfort at the sensation of his foot being touched. Very sensitive indeed.

“It’s a simple game,” Norris said as he grabbed the big toe of the coyote’s paw. “It goes… This little piggy went to market.”

Norris wiggled the toe as best he could. He drug his thumb down, and began to stroke it against the ball of the coyote’s paw. The poor teen was starting to breathe heavily, clearly trying to restrain his laughter at the touching and stroking Norris was giving to him.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Norris continued his game, grabbing the next toe in the line and stroking his fingers underneath.

“P-Please,” The shaky voice of the coyote whined. “S.. Sthohop…”

His laughter was trying to hold itself back. Norris could almost sense the poor boy breaking now.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” Norris said, grabbing the next toe in the line. “And this little piggy had none.”

“Mhmhm…” The teen whimpered helplessly, his giggling nearly about to burst.

“And THIS little piggy,” Norris said with newfound lust as he grabbed the smallest toe on the coyote’s foot and wiggled it back and forth. “Went… WEE WEE WEEEEEE!”

As Norris teased he drug his fingertips all over the sole. He raked his claws downward, and in reward the poor coyote finally broke. He burst out in laughter, any of his resistance before being entirely shredded as Norris went full attack against the bare sole.

“AHAHAAAAAA, NOOHOHOOO!” The coyote cried out. “S-Stohohoooop it, I can’t tahahahaaaake it!”

Norris continued to scrub and stroke his fingers for a good thirty more seconds on the poor sole of the coyote. When he stopped he could hear adorable panting and whimpering come from the teen. Norris giggled.

“N-No more,” The teen whined.

“Aw, but we need to do that again!” Norris said. “That was so much fun!”

“What? No!” The teen cried out.

“Just one more?” Norris asked, grabbing the big toe again. “Thhhiiissss little piggy...!”

“Stop it!”

“Went to market…”

“Mhmhm… I-I’m too ticklish!”

“This little piggy went home,” Norris continued, using both hands now. As he wiggled one of the toes he stroked his fingertips against the arch of the coyote’s foot. “And this little piggy had roast beef.”

“E-Eeheheeee, I-I can’t… I can’t!” The coyote cried out, unable to finish his sentence for fear of devolving into helpless laughter once more. “Stohohoooop! Just stohohop it!”

Norris chuckled to himself over the droaning, desperate laughter of the helpless teen. He couldn’t keep his fingers from trailing all over that exposed foot. He repeated his little game three times in total, growing more and more ruthless with his scratching, toying fingers with each run through. The poor teen by the end of it was a mess of panting and giggling, his laughter loud enough to send a series of whimpers through the other frozen creatures nearby.

Norris got up to his feet and dusted himself off when he grew bored. The teen looked exhausted. Norris chuckled to himself as he lightly pat the coyote on the head.

“It was fun playing with you,” Norris taunted. “I’ll be back soon.”

He left the coyote teen whimpering, giggling to himself as he walked away. Now that Norris had gotten his desires satisfied for the time being, it was due for him to satisfy his other desires. His belly felt empty. He hadn’t even thought of food today, but now the hunger was overwhelming. Now he had to worry about finding a bite to eat. Normally the food around was free for the taking, given nobody could stop Norris. Today, however, he wanted something more. Something juicier and meatier.

Norris licked his lips at the thought as he walked through the town of frozen furs. He eyed them all over one by one. He stopped by a few deers, feeling their bodies for their plumpness. Some of them tried to talk to Norris, but most ignored him. They were used to his antics by now. Norris simply moved past the ones who spoke to him without a second glance. He was too hungry to focus.

It didn’t take him long for his eyes to settle on what he could only assume would be a tasty treat. A teen rabbit tucked away in the corner. Norris hadn’t seen him before, given that he was sitting in the shadow against one of the nearby buildings. He was on his back, belly exposed and fully plump looking.

Norris approached. The poor, frozen bun could do nothing but move his eyes up to meet the bats.

“Hello?” The rabbit asked.

“Hello,” Norris said as he crouched down and gave the rabbit a firm pinch on the cheek. “Mmm, I’d love to take you out for lunch, little bun.”
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The outskirts of the city was the perfect place for Norris to set up a spot to eat. The sun was high in the sky, signaling that it was lunchtime. He had worked tirelessly to light a small fire which burned brightly and danced in the light breeze. He had positioned two sturdy sticks on either end, just big enough to sit above the fire comfortably.

“Mmmph!” Norris heard the whine come from behind him once more. He glanced back, seeing the teen rabbit bound and naked. His hands and feet were both bound to a large stick with his long rabbit paws sticking outward. He looked frightened.

“Don’t worry,” Norris said as he got up to his feet and drew closer. “It’ll be over quickly, little bun.”

With a good deal of strength Norris lifted the bunny up and set him over the fire. The poor rabbit hung, dangling from his bound wrists and ankles just a few inches above the dancing flames that threatened to lick at his fluffy tail. If he could squirm, Norris guessed he would be flailing right about now. However, the poor bunny was still trapped, and unable to move.

“Mmmph!” The rabbit whined behind his gag.

Norris drew closer, turning the bunny slowly. He could see the long, exposed paws of the teen.

“I was always told never to play with my food,” Norris said. “But… I’ll make an exception.”

He reached out his hand and gave the long paw a curious stroke. Instantly the rabbit reacted.

“MMmmhmhm,” The rabbit whined, unable to even wiggle his toes to escape Norris’ clutches. Norris drug his finger up and down, adding another after a few moments. The Rabbit’s resisting laughter grew worse the longer he stroked.

“What do we have here?” Norris questioned, grabbing one of the rabbit’s plump toes. Instantly there was a reaction from the bun, causing his eyes to widen at the slightest stroke of his vulnerable toes.

“mmmmhphphppp!”

“Aww, a sensitive spot?” Norris asked. “Well, I have a perfect game for sensitive little toes like yours, Bun.”

Norris took a moment to drag his finger across all of the rabbit’s toes, giggling to himself as he did so. The rabbit’s laughter grew more and more intense under the gag.

“This little piggy,” Norris teased, running his finger under and over the largest toe on the rabbit’s right foot. He gripped the sole, dragging his thumb down to the ball as he wiggled the toe with the rest of his fingers. “Went to market.”

“Mmmmmhmhmmm!” The rabbit’s laughter grew more intense. His breathing became fast under his gag. His eyes shut, trying to block out the horrible sensations of ticklish touches all over his vulnerable feet.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Norris continued, this time using both his hands to tickle the sole as he went along.

“MMMMMM!” The rabbit sounded like he screamed under his gag at that touch, which only made Norris want to play with him more. He continued his little game for some time now until the paws of the poor rabbit began to feel very warm from the fire. His whole body was warm, in fact.

Norris leaned his head down close to the paws and stuck out his tongue. He gave them a long lick upward, feeling the warmth. The reaction of the rabbit was beautiful, hearing him whine and giggle helplessly. Norris took both paws in his hands and began to lick them greedily, going between the toes and everywhere else he could get his tongue. The flames grew hotter and hotter, which only made Norris more eager to press onward.

Norris spent plenty of time turning the rabbit over the fire. He licked his feet, and played with his toes all the while. Eventually he grew bored of this once the rabbit was nice and toasty. He took him from the spit roasting log for only a moment as he went to his bag, pulling out a large sheet of tinfoil.

He wrapped the rabbit tightly, covering all of his body except for his round belly. He could hear whimpering. He lowered his face and opened his mouth, letting his tongue explore the soft belly of the toasty bun.

“MMMMHPHPHPP!” The rabbit cried out behind his gag. His laughter was positively girlish and desperate now. Norris only wished he could move to feel his squirming body, but hearing his laughter was enough. He sucked on the round belly, nibbling gently to hear more of those sweet squeals of gagged laughter.

“AAAHAHAHAAA! NOHOHOHOO!”

The rabbit suddenly started to cry out as Norris’ tongue explored his belly. Somehow in the mess of it all it seemed that his gag had come loose, and he was now howling at the top of his lungs and pleading for the tickling to stop.

“NOHOHOHO MORE! PLEHEHEHEEEEEESE! I’M GONNA DIHEHEHEEEE!”

It was difficult for Norris to pull himself away, but eventually his grumbling stomach won over his desire to tease the poor rabbit. By the time he was finished he was laying next to the smoldering fire rubbing his belly and licking his fingers to get the last bits of taste off of them.

“Mmm, what a great lunch,” Norris chuckled to himself.

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It was twilight when Norris made his way back home. The sun was near setting now, and his belly was full from his previous feast. He had decided to take a different way home, going around some of the frozen furs thinking how he was going to spend his evening. He was growing bored again, and when he got bored he also got restless.

Norris didn’t have to think very long about how he was going to kill time, because near the moment he thought about it he glanced up and was forced to stop in his tracks. Standing in the middle of the path was a large, muscular equine. He was shirtless, which only revealed just how well his body looked. Norris couldn’t help but feel flustered at the sight as he drew closer, seeing more details. He glanced up at the face of the equine, who was staring down at the ground.

“Eugene?” Norris asked.

Norris hadn’t been positive of it until he had seen the horses face, but he definitely knew this fur. He had been his employee, as a matter of fact. For one full year both him and Eugene worked together tirelessly, crafting armor and weapons for the furs in town.

“Norris?” Eugene questioned. “That you?”

Norris’ gaze dropped down. He was standing in front of Eugene now. The equine towered over him, his body casting a shadow over Norris with what little sunlight remained. Now that he was so close the shirtless body was even more distracting. Eugene’s body was firm, well built, and had been one of the major reason Norris enjoyed having him as a helper.

Being so close to him, and staring at his well built body made Norris’ body tingle. He had wondered since everybody froze where Eugene had gone. He was out of the way when everything stopped, it seemed.

“Oh my,” Norris said as he eyed over Eugene’s well built figure. “I’m awfully sorry, Eugene… but I don’t think I can pass up a chance like this one.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Eugene questioned.

Norris grabbed Eugene by his arm and pushed it up, revealing one of the horse’s armpits to the bat.

“I just need to test something very quick,” Norris said.

“Hey, whaddya think you’re doing?”

Norris ignored his helper’s words as he slowly lifted his fingers and pressed them down lightly to the pits of the horse. Instantly, he got the reaction he was looking for.

“H-Hey!” Eugene growled. “K-Knohohck it off!”

“Oh, that’s very interesting information indeed,” Norris said before adjusting his goggles. He quickly grabbed Eugene by his other arm and pushed it up as well. Poor Eugene was stuck with both arms up, and more importantly both pits exposed. “Oh I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time, Eugene.”

“Get your hands off of me!” Eugene snapped.

Norris wasn’t positive if he could obey that request even if he wanted to. Without another word he lifted both of his hands and pressed his fingers against Eugene’s abdomen. His tight muscles were like a brick wall with the tiniest squishy feeling over them. He wiggled his fingers slowly close to Eugene’s belly button.

“H-Hehehy!” Eugene half chuckled. His voice was deep, but the sound of his giggling was desperate and fearful. He truly was unable to move. Unable to even show his displeasure at being tickled.

“I’ve wondered for so long if you were ticklish,” Norris said, trailing his hands to either side of Eugene’s body. He squeezed gently at first, then rougher. He trailed his fingers slowly like light licks from a feather. Eugene’s face instantly looked as though it were trying badly to resist the urge to laugh. He bit his lip, but the sound of restrained chuckling still came.

“Mhmhm… Y-You better stop it, Norris!” Eugene warned.

“Or what?” Norris questioned. “I don’t think you’re in much of a position to make threats, Eugene. Especially since I know your body is so sensitive now.”

It was thrilling for Norris to drag his fingers over Eugene’s body. He had never dreamed of tormenting somebody so much more powerful than himself before everybody had become frozen, but now his fantasies were coming to life. He drug his fingertips over Eugene’s massive pecs and nipples, stroking slowly as he watched the poor equine’s face twist into agony, trying desperatly to resist laughing.

“Nohohoho,” Eugene couldn’t help but giggle at the light touches assaulting his upper body.

“I wonder,” Norris said, moving his hands over to Eugene’s bare armpits. “Just how sensitive you are here?”

“Don’t you dare, Norris!” Eugene shouted as soon as Norris’ fingers drew close to his bare pits. “No! No! Nohohooo!”

The lightest of grazes caused poor Eugene to helplessly burst out in a fit of giggling. Before Norris had even moved his fingers the poor equine was chuckling and gasping. He sounded desperate, which only made Norris more excited. The bat began to wiggle his fingers in the pits of the horse, digging deeper than before.

“Nnnngnnn… No... Hehehe…” Eugene’s face was burning red. The poor horse tried as hard as he could to resist laughing, but it was clear his pits were the most vulnerable part on his already sensitive upper body. Norris couldn’t help himself from proading and scratching.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Norris teased as he began to scratch his fingertips along Eugene’s pits. “Laugh for me, big guy! I know you wanna!”

“A-Ahahaha!” Eugene lost his cool for a moment, bursting out in a string of giggles. He shut his eyes and bit his lip, but it didn’t stop Norris from teasing him senselessly.

Then, something strange happened. Eugene moved. It wasn’t his face, but his leg that suddenly twitched. It was very, very noticeable given that it was the first time since everybody froze that Norris had seen such a thing. He stopped tickling, only to see it twitch again.

But of course, he couldn’t stop now.

Norris saw Eugene’s leg move again, and without thought suddenly went to his back and hopped on, gripping on with his legs wrapped tightly around Eugene’s waist. He dug his fingers roughly into Eugene’s pits, both for someplace to grip as well as to continue his tirade of tickles.

It didn’t take long before what Norris feared happened. Eugene’s legs suddenly began to work once more, and he began to run.

“AHAHAHAA! GET OFF OF MEEHEHEEE!” Eugene squealed.

It seemed like the rest of his body beside his legs were still frozen. Norris continued to tickle and stroke the helpless pits of the running stallion as Eugene desperately ran, trying to get Norris off of him.

“EEEEHEHEEHEEEE!” Eugene squealed. Given how fast the horse was starting to run, Norris had no choice but to dig his fingers deeper into the pits of the stallion. His laughter grew louder as they charged down the path, past furs who were still frozen.

Norris grabbed Eugene by the belly, beginning to squeeze and prod his fingers around it. The sounds that came out of the poor horse’s mouth were blissful as they ran through frozen furs all forced to gawk at the sight of the ticklish horse.

“AHAHAHAAAA!” Eugene laughed. “GET OHOHOHFFFF! GET OFFFFF!”

Norris couldn’t help himself. He began to grind his body against Eugene’s back, his crotch pressed right up against the hard muscles of the equine. He dug deeper into Eugene’s pits and heard his laughter skyrocket in volume to a desperate shriek.

Norris could feel Eugene’s body starting to shake and tremble. More of him was unfreezing. Still, he couldn’t move his arms, so Norris kept tickling. Eugene was starting to slow, the running and the tickling exhausting him quickly. He tried to shake Norris off of his body as he helplessly laughed. His voice was deep, but the way he shrieked with giggles was adorable.

“EEEHEHEEE! I’M GOHOHOHNA KILL YOHOHOHOU!” Eugene cried out.

The stallion’s arms were beginning to move now. It all happened very fast as Eugene slowed down and fell to his knees. Norris gripped tightly, but soon realized the situation he was in as the equine was finally able to not only lower his arms, but reach behind and pluck Norris right off his back.

“Eugh!” Norris cried out as he was slammed against the ground.

“Now it’s your turn!” Eugene cried out.

“W-Wait!” Norris pleaded, but his cries fell on deaf ears as Eugene’s hands went straight for his body.

“EEEEEEE!” Norris shrieked as the equine’s massive hands attacked his belly and underarms. He was overpowered instantly by the massive stallion, who began to violently tickle and assault his body. “N-Nohohohoot my belly, pleheheeeese!”

“I’m gonna make you wish you never tickled me, bat boy!” Eugene promised as he drug his hands over Norris’ chest and sides.

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It was dark now. Norris didn’t know exactly how long he had been under Eugene’s wrath, only that it must have gone on for hours now. The larger equine had managed to subdue him with little effort, his strength just as impressive as ever. Norris had squirmed and pleaded at first, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to be able to slip away from the stallion until one of them grew bored.

“Aww, tired?” Eugene asked as he rugged on the rope that now bound Norris’ ankles together. “We’re not finished yet, buddy.”

Norris whimpered at the promise of his helper. He was forced to stare up at Eugene’s solidly built back, as the horse was sitting on his legs. His arms were bound up as well, making it impossible to do little more than squirm his toes.

“How’s it feel, Norris?” Eugene asked.

Norris scrunched his feet. There was something warm and solid forced between them near his arches. He didn’t have to be a genius to know that Eugene’s cock sat between his soles.

“Mmmmhph,” Norris whined, unable to reply given just how flustered he was.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Eugene said. He lowered his hand, turning away from Norris to look back at his feet. “Let’s play that game again, huh?”

With that, Eugene grabbed Norris’ feet with both his hands, squeezing a big toe with either hand.

“This little piggy went to market,” Eugene teased, wiggling Norris’ large toes. “And this little piggy stayed home.”

The torment was driving Norris mad. With each little piggy the bat recieved a long stroke going up both of his soles, as well as a thrust from Eugene’s cock gliding in and out.

“A-Ahahaa..” Norris couldn’t stop himself from giggling. His feet were far, far too sensitive.

“This little piggy got roast beef, and this little piggy got none,” Eugene continued to tease.

“P.. Plehehese…” Norris begged, trying to restrain his laughter. “N-Nohoho…”

“And this little piggy went WEEE WEEE WEEEEE!”

With that, Eugene danced his fingertips all over Norris’ soles.

“AAAAHAHAA!” Norris cried out. “EEEHEEHEEE! I’M SOHOHORRRY! STOHOHOOOP!”

But Eugene didn’t stop. He continued to thrust his cock in and out slowly as Norris’ feet did most of the work, stroking the member with each ticklish squirm his feet did.

“Let’s see those wings, bat boy,” Eugene said as he turned, grabbing on one of Norris’ long wings and pulling at it.

“N-No!” Norris shrieked. “Not there!”

“Aww, is it a sensitive spot?” Eugene asked as his fingers got closer. The slightest graze of his fingertip made Norris cry out in panic as sensations rushed to every inch of his body. “Why don’t I touch it?”

“N-nononononooo!” Norris cried out. “Stop it!”

“I think I’m gonna touch it!” Eugene said.

“NOHOHOOOOOO!” Norris cried out as Eugene made good on his promise and began to stroke and scratch his fingers around his bat wings. He squealed, letting out a roaring laughter. It was agony. When he finally took his hands away Eugene was nearly trembling with sensations rocketing throughout his entire body.

“P-Please,” Norris pleaded. “No more. I-I can’t take anymore!”

“Aww, c’mon, let’s play that other game again,” Eugene said as he stopped dancing his fingers. “C’mon! Thhhhiiisss little piggy!”

“Eheeheeee!” Norris cried out, unable to keep himself from giggling and squirming as the game continued. It counted down, each little piggy making him squeal louder and louder with giggles. His toes were wiggled and tickled and the poor bat was forced to laugh and endure it all.

It was clear that Eugene was thrusting his cock harder now. The panting breathing of the stallion grew louder as he grunted. He tickled Norris’ feet once again as he got to the last piggy.

And then… he started it again.

“This little piggy went to market,” Eugene said with a gasp as he began to thrust his cock in and out. “T-This little piggy went home.”

“Mhmhmhm… Eugene, I-I…” Norris tried to speak, but devolved into giggling as the little game continued.

“And… this little piggy… went…” Eugene stopped to breathe in after every few words. He was humping Norris’ feet now. Without warning, he drug his fingertips all over Norris’ soles. The bat cried out, squealing with ticklish agony.

“AAAAHAHAAAA!” Norris squealed.

But it wasn’t only him that cried out. Eugene let out a loud moan, and stopped tickling Norris’ feet as a violent orgasm overtook him. Norris could feel hot spurts of seed splatter against his soles as Eugene gripped the feet to rub them against his cock.

“Nnnnghnn,” Eugene whined as his body trembled. He gasped a few times before he finally pulled his cock out from Norris’ feet. He looked back at the bound bat.

“There,” Eugene said. “I think you learned your lesson, bat boy.”

Eugene slumped down right on top of Norris after that. His massive body was nearly enough to crush the bat as he pressed his weight down on top of him and wrapped his arms around Norris’ body. Norris was exhausted, too much to squirm and try to free himself from Eugene’s hug. After a few moments of wriggling in vain he sighed and settled for staring up at the night sky.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Eugene said as he squeezed Norris’ side. “We’re going for round two once I rest a little, Norris.”

Description
The town itself was a perfect picture. Cobblestone pathways, well managed buildings, and a well kept marketplace all filled the town with a lively sort of homey feeling. There were furs around, yes. A canine sitting down in the grass with his legs outstretched, a few bears wandering down the street side by side. It truly was a picture of the life of the town…

And this was to be taken quite literally, as time passed with each and every second. The furs, however, remained put. Frozen in their places. Their eyes move occasionally to each other. This world, and town, have been abandoned by the gamekeepers.

Nobody could move. Nobody… except one.

Norris the blacksmithing bat pushed the door to his home open just as he was letting out a weary yawn. He put his hand over his mouth and pushed back his long ears before stretching and gazing up toward the sky.

“Man, I slept in,” Norris mumbled aloud to himself. He gazed back at his home. A sign which meant very little these days signified that it was once not only his home, but also his job. A forge outside had been gathering dust every since his world had been abandoned by the gatekeepers. There was little use for a blacksmith in a world where only he could move. He reached his hand down to the tools on his belt. He wasn’t sure why he still kept them on himself. Perhaps simply habit.

Norris adjusted his goggles before moving forward. A good fifty feet in front of his home, as there always was, Norris found a canine. A young, fit looking wolf dressed in light garbs. A vest over his body, but chest open and bare. He had one hand up behind his head, locked there for weeks.

“N-Norris?” A voice came helplessly from the canine as Norris approached. “Is that you?”

“Hello there,” Norris said with a giggle of his own as he approached. He was silent, and slow. The sight of the wolf’s lifted arm and exposed pit was almost too much to handle. He smiled as he crept up behind the wolf’s back. He extended his hand, fingers wiggling. He settled his slender fingertips down against the bare wolf pit and slowly worked his hand upward, dragging his fingertips through the sensitive pit.

“Mmm,” The wolf whimpered. “P-Please, Norris! Not today! O-Ooooh gosh, crap!”

The poor wolf, unable to move, whined and whimpered like a hurt puppy as Norris’ fingers traversed through his helpless pit. Even if the wolf wanted to move, which Norris guessed he so, so badly wanted to, he simply could not. Norris adjusted his goggles as he got closer to the wolf’s back, raising both his hands to go into either of the mutt’s pits.

“P-Please!” The wolf whimpered helplessly.

“Awww, don’t whine,” Norris replied. “It’ll be over soon.”

Norris allowed his fingers to taunt and tease the exposed armpits of the wolf. He poked and prodded slowly at first, picking up speed as the poor whining of the other grew more intense. Every morning the wolf would try to fight his ticklish sensations. He would try to bite back his desire to squeal with laughter. Norris cherished the fight in this wolf.

“Mmmm… nene…. Heheh…” The wolf tried to fight off his laughter. Norris could see his face tighten, the only part of his body that could properly move. His eyes were filling with tears from trying just so desperately not to laugh. Norris didn’t repent, dragging his fingertips deeper into the pits until he was scrubbing.

“N-Nohohohoo!” The wolf cried out as Norris grew relentless with his tickling. “S-Stohohop, pleheheeeeeese!”

Norris allowed himself a few more minutes of relentless torture on the poor exposed wolf. He giggled to himself as he pulled his hands away and heard the sound of the poor mutt panting. His whimpering only continued. Norris drew near, finally exposing himself to the front of the wolf. He smiled and reached out his hand to stroke gently under the wolf’s chin.

“See you tomorrow,” Norris said to the exhausted, red faced wolf he had just finished tormenting.

It was a promise he meant to keep.

For Norris, this abandoned game had become his playground. He did not know why everybody in the world except for him was turned to stone. He did not know why he was able to move so freely, and to interact with all of those trapped. What he did know was how to take advantage of a situation when presented. Norris, unfortunately for those frozen, had a very unique urge when he was in total control of others.

As the ticklish wolf vanished from Norris’ sight the further he walked. He strolled down the pathway, encountering many unfortunate and frozen creatures like the wolf from before. None of them tried to speak to Norris, if they even noticed him. Norris simply went about his way, adjusting his goggles as the buildings in town became more frequent and the frozen statues of people flooded the streets.

“What to do, what to do?” Norris asked himself as he happily strolled down the street. He eyed every building and frozen fur as he passed, thinking to himself of all the possibilities of what he could do. Sadly, none of them jumped out at him. None until one.

Norris stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted his next target. He was right outside the local store, a place that when the world had frozen was only just opening up for the morning. The owner was outside, forever turning the closed sign to open. The owner is not what caught his attention, however. No, he had his fun of that fur many times in the past. What drew his eye today was a young looking fur. He had to be in his late teens. A coyote sat with little clothes, likely for the summer weather. He was wearing a shirt without sleeves, and his pants were short and revealing. He had one leg up crossed over the other, his sole exposed outward directly at Norris. There was a sandal on the ground, which must have slipped away some time ago. It called to Norris.

Norris approached slowly from behind the teen. He reached out his hand slowly as he got down low to the ground to avoid being spotted. He grazed his fingertips lightly against the teen’s bare sole.

“Eep!”

The teen let out a yelp of panic at the sudden touch. It must have been shocking for him.

“W-Who is that?” The poor coyote whined. “Stop it!”

Now that Norris was so close to the coyote and his bare foot he couldn’t help but giggle. He slid closer, touching the foot with his entire hand. It was quite large. He glanced up to see the look of panic in the teen’s eye. He was unable to look down, which only made it more fun for Norris.

“I just wanted to play a little game,” Norris teased with a devious giggle of his own. “Don’t you like games?”

“Knock it off!” The teen spat back.

“That’s not a very fun response,” Norris said with a sigh. He drug his fingers up the bare sole of the coyote paw. He drew his fingertips closer and closer to the toes.

“Mmmm,” The coyote let out a sound of discomfort at the sensation of his foot being touched. Very sensitive indeed.

“It’s a simple game,” Norris said as he grabbed the big toe of the coyote’s paw. “It goes… This little piggy went to market.”

Norris wiggled the toe as best he could. He drug his thumb down, and began to stroke it against the ball of the coyote’s paw. The poor teen was starting to breathe heavily, clearly trying to restrain his laughter at the touching and stroking Norris was giving to him.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Norris continued his game, grabbing the next toe in the line and stroking his fingers underneath.

“P-Please,” The shaky voice of the coyote whined. “S.. Sthohop…”

His laughter was trying to hold itself back. Norris could almost sense the poor boy breaking now.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” Norris said, grabbing the next toe in the line. “And this little piggy had none.”

“Mhmhm…” The teen whimpered helplessly, his giggling nearly about to burst.

“And THIS little piggy,” Norris said with newfound lust as he grabbed the smallest toe on the coyote’s foot and wiggled it back and forth. “Went… WEE WEE WEEEEEE!”

As Norris teased he drug his fingertips all over the sole. He raked his claws downward, and in reward the poor coyote finally broke. He burst out in laughter, any of his resistance before being entirely shredded as Norris went full attack against the bare sole.

“AHAHAAAAAA, NOOHOHOOO!” The coyote cried out. “S-Stohohoooop it, I can’t tahahahaaaake it!”

Norris continued to scrub and stroke his fingers for a good thirty more seconds on the poor sole of the coyote. When he stopped he could hear adorable panting and whimpering come from the teen. Norris giggled.

“N-No more,” The teen whined.

“Aw, but we need to do that again!” Norris said. “That was so much fun!”

“What? No!” The teen cried out.

“Just one more?” Norris asked, grabbing the big toe again. “Thhhiiissss little piggy...!”

“Stop it!”

“Went to market…”

“Mhmhm… I-I’m too ticklish!”

“This little piggy went home,” Norris continued, using both hands now. As he wiggled one of the toes he stroked his fingertips against the arch of the coyote’s foot. “And this little piggy had roast beef.”

“E-Eeheheeee, I-I can’t… I can’t!” The coyote cried out, unable to finish his sentence for fear of devolving into helpless laughter once more. “Stohohoooop! Just stohohop it!”

Norris chuckled to himself over the droaning, desperate laughter of the helpless teen. He couldn’t keep his fingers from trailing all over that exposed foot. He repeated his little game three times in total, growing more and more ruthless with his scratching, toying fingers with each run through. The poor teen by the end of it was a mess of panting and giggling, his laughter loud enough to send a series of whimpers through the other frozen creatures nearby.

Norris got up to his feet and dusted himself off when he grew bored. The teen looked exhausted. Norris chuckled to himself as he lightly pat the coyote on the head.

“It was fun playing with you,” Norris taunted. “I’ll be back soon.”

He left the coyote teen whimpering, giggling to himself as he walked away. Now that Norris had gotten his desires satisfied for the time being, it was due for him to satisfy his other desires. His belly felt empty. He hadn’t even thought of food today, but now the hunger was overwhelming. Now he had to worry about finding a bite to eat. Normally the food around was free for the taking, given nobody could stop Norris. Today, however, he wanted something more. Something juicier and meatier.

Norris licked his lips at the thought as he walked through the town of frozen furs. He eyed them all over one by one. He stopped by a few deers, feeling their bodies for their plumpness. Some of them tried to talk to Norris, but most ignored him. They were used to his antics by now. Norris simply moved past the ones who spoke to him without a second glance. He was too hungry to focus.

It didn’t take him long for his eyes to settle on what he could only assume would be a tasty treat. A teen rabbit tucked away in the corner. Norris hadn’t seen him before, given that he was sitting in the shadow against one of the nearby buildings. He was on his back, belly exposed and fully plump looking.

Norris approached. The poor, frozen bun could do nothing but move his eyes up to meet the bats.

“Hello?” The rabbit asked.

“Hello,” Norris said as he crouched down and gave the rabbit a firm pinch on the cheek. “Mmm, I’d love to take you out for lunch, little bun.”
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The outskirts of the city was the perfect place for Norris to set up a spot to eat. The sun was high in the sky, signaling that it was lunchtime. He had worked tirelessly to light a small fire which burned brightly and danced in the light breeze. He had positioned two sturdy sticks on either end, just big enough to sit above the fire comfortably.

“Mmmph!” Norris heard the whine come from behind him once more. He glanced back, seeing the teen rabbit bound and naked. His hands and feet were both bound to a large stick with his long rabbit paws sticking outward. He looked frightened.

“Don’t worry,” Norris said as he got up to his feet and drew closer. “It’ll be over quickly, little bun.”

With a good deal of strength Norris lifted the bunny up and set him over the fire. The poor rabbit hung, dangling from his bound wrists and ankles just a few inches above the dancing flames that threatened to lick at his fluffy tail. If he could squirm, Norris guessed he would be flailing right about now. However, the poor bunny was still trapped, and unable to move.

“Mmmph!” The rabbit whined behind his gag.

Norris drew closer, turning the bunny slowly. He could see the long, exposed paws of the teen.

“I was always told never to play with my food,” Norris said. “But… I’ll make an exception.”

He reached out his hand and gave the long paw a curious stroke. Instantly the rabbit reacted.

“MMmmhmhm,” The rabbit whined, unable to even wiggle his toes to escape Norris’ clutches. Norris drug his finger up and down, adding another after a few moments. The Rabbit’s resisting laughter grew worse the longer he stroked.

“What do we have here?” Norris questioned, grabbing one of the rabbit’s plump toes. Instantly there was a reaction from the bun, causing his eyes to widen at the slightest stroke of his vulnerable toes.

“mmmmhphphppp!”

“Aww, a sensitive spot?” Norris asked. “Well, I have a perfect game for sensitive little toes like yours, Bun.”

Norris took a moment to drag his finger across all of the rabbit’s toes, giggling to himself as he did so. The rabbit’s laughter grew more and more intense under the gag.

“This little piggy,” Norris teased, running his finger under and over the largest toe on the rabbit’s right foot. He gripped the sole, dragging his thumb down to the ball as he wiggled the toe with the rest of his fingers. “Went to market.”

“Mmmmmhmhmmm!” The rabbit’s laughter grew more intense. His breathing became fast under his gag. His eyes shut, trying to block out the horrible sensations of ticklish touches all over his vulnerable feet.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Norris continued, this time using both his hands to tickle the sole as he went along.

“MMMMMM!” The rabbit sounded like he screamed under his gag at that touch, which only made Norris want to play with him more. He continued his little game for some time now until the paws of the poor rabbit began to feel very warm from the fire. His whole body was warm, in fact.

Norris leaned his head down close to the paws and stuck out his tongue. He gave them a long lick upward, feeling the warmth. The reaction of the rabbit was beautiful, hearing him whine and giggle helplessly. Norris took both paws in his hands and began to lick them greedily, going between the toes and everywhere else he could get his tongue. The flames grew hotter and hotter, which only made Norris more eager to press onward.

Norris spent plenty of time turning the rabbit over the fire. He licked his feet, and played with his toes all the while. Eventually he grew bored of this once the rabbit was nice and toasty. He took him from the spit roasting log for only a moment as he went to his bag, pulling out a large sheet of tinfoil.

He wrapped the rabbit tightly, covering all of his body except for his round belly. He could hear whimpering. He lowered his face and opened his mouth, letting his tongue explore the soft belly of the toasty bun.

“MMMMHPHPHPP!” The rabbit cried out behind his gag. His laughter was positively girlish and desperate now. Norris only wished he could move to feel his squirming body, but hearing his laughter was enough. He sucked on the round belly, nibbling gently to hear more of those sweet squeals of gagged laughter.

“AAAHAHAHAAA! NOHOHOHOO!”

The rabbit suddenly started to cry out as Norris’ tongue explored his belly. Somehow in the mess of it all it seemed that his gag had come loose, and he was now howling at the top of his lungs and pleading for the tickling to stop.

“NOHOHOHO MORE! PLEHEHEHEEEEEESE! I’M GONNA DIHEHEHEEEE!”

It was difficult for Norris to pull himself away, but eventually his grumbling stomach won over his desire to tease the poor rabbit. By the time he was finished he was laying next to the smoldering fire rubbing his belly and licking his fingers to get the last bits of taste off of them.

“Mmm, what a great lunch,” Norris chuckled to himself.

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It was twilight when Norris made his way back home. The sun was near setting now, and his belly was full from his previous feast. He had decided to take a different way home, going around some of the frozen furs thinking how he was going to spend his evening. He was growing bored again, and when he got bored he also got restless.

Norris didn’t have to think very long about how he was going to kill time, because near the moment he thought about it he glanced up and was forced to stop in his tracks. Standing in the middle of the path was a large, muscular equine. He was shirtless, which only revealed just how well his body looked. Norris couldn’t help but feel flustered at the sight as he drew closer, seeing more details. He glanced up at the face of the equine, who was staring down at the ground.

“Eugene?” Norris asked.

Norris hadn’t been positive of it until he had seen the horses face, but he definitely knew this fur. He had been his employee, as a matter of fact. For one full year both him and Eugene worked together tirelessly, crafting armor and weapons for the furs in town.

“Norris?” Eugene questioned. “That you?”

Norris’ gaze dropped down. He was standing in front of Eugene now. The equine towered over him, his body casting a shadow over Norris with what little sunlight remained. Now that he was so close the shirtless body was even more distracting. Eugene’s body was firm, well built, and had been one of the major reason Norris enjoyed having him as a helper.

Being so close to him, and staring at his well built body made Norris’ body tingle. He had wondered since everybody froze where Eugene had gone. He was out of the way when everything stopped, it seemed.

“Oh my,” Norris said as he eyed over Eugene’s well built figure. “I’m awfully sorry, Eugene… but I don’t think I can pass up a chance like this one.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Eugene questioned.

Norris grabbed Eugene by his arm and pushed it up, revealing one of the horse’s armpits to the bat.

“I just need to test something very quick,” Norris said.

“Hey, whaddya think you’re doing?”

Norris ignored his helper’s words as he slowly lifted his fingers and pressed them down lightly to the pits of the horse. Instantly, he got the reaction he was looking for.

“H-Hey!” Eugene growled. “K-Knohohck it off!”

“Oh, that’s very interesting information indeed,” Norris said before adjusting his goggles. He quickly grabbed Eugene by his other arm and pushed it up as well. Poor Eugene was stuck with both arms up, and more importantly both pits exposed. “Oh I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time, Eugene.”

“Get your hands off of me!” Eugene snapped.

Norris wasn’t positive if he could obey that request even if he wanted to. Without another word he lifted both of his hands and pressed his fingers against Eugene’s abdomen. His tight muscles were like a brick wall with the tiniest squishy feeling over them. He wiggled his fingers slowly close to Eugene’s belly button.

“H-Hehehy!” Eugene half chuckled. His voice was deep, but the sound of his giggling was desperate and fearful. He truly was unable to move. Unable to even show his displeasure at being tickled.

“I’ve wondered for so long if you were ticklish,” Norris said, trailing his hands to either side of Eugene’s body. He squeezed gently at first, then rougher. He trailed his fingers slowly like light licks from a feather. Eugene’s face instantly looked as though it were trying badly to resist the urge to laugh. He bit his lip, but the sound of restrained chuckling still came.

“Mhmhm… Y-You better stop it, Norris!” Eugene warned.

“Or what?” Norris questioned. “I don’t think you’re in much of a position to make threats, Eugene. Especially since I know your body is so sensitive now.”

It was thrilling for Norris to drag his fingers over Eugene’s body. He had never dreamed of tormenting somebody so much more powerful than himself before everybody had become frozen, but now his fantasies were coming to life. He drug his fingertips over Eugene’s massive pecs and nipples, stroking slowly as he watched the poor equine’s face twist into agony, trying desperatly to resist laughing.

“Nohohoho,” Eugene couldn’t help but giggle at the light touches assaulting his upper body.

“I wonder,” Norris said, moving his hands over to Eugene’s bare armpits. “Just how sensitive you are here?”

“Don’t you dare, Norris!” Eugene shouted as soon as Norris’ fingers drew close to his bare pits. “No! No! Nohohooo!”

The lightest of grazes caused poor Eugene to helplessly burst out in a fit of giggling. Before Norris had even moved his fingers the poor equine was chuckling and gasping. He sounded desperate, which only made Norris more excited. The bat began to wiggle his fingers in the pits of the horse, digging deeper than before.

“Nnnngnnn… No... Hehehe…” Eugene’s face was burning red. The poor horse tried as hard as he could to resist laughing, but it was clear his pits were the most vulnerable part on his already sensitive upper body. Norris couldn’t help himself from proading and scratching.

“Coochie coochie coo!” Norris teased as he began to scratch his fingertips along Eugene’s pits. “Laugh for me, big guy! I know you wanna!”

“A-Ahahaha!” Eugene lost his cool for a moment, bursting out in a string of giggles. He shut his eyes and bit his lip, but it didn’t stop Norris from teasing him senselessly.

Then, something strange happened. Eugene moved. It wasn’t his face, but his leg that suddenly twitched. It was very, very noticeable given that it was the first time since everybody froze that Norris had seen such a thing. He stopped tickling, only to see it twitch again.

But of course, he couldn’t stop now.

Norris saw Eugene’s leg move again, and without thought suddenly went to his back and hopped on, gripping on with his legs wrapped tightly around Eugene’s waist. He dug his fingers roughly into Eugene’s pits, both for someplace to grip as well as to continue his tirade of tickles.

It didn’t take long before what Norris feared happened. Eugene’s legs suddenly began to work once more, and he began to run.

“AHAHAHAA! GET OFF OF MEEHEHEEE!” Eugene squealed.

It seemed like the rest of his body beside his legs were still frozen. Norris continued to tickle and stroke the helpless pits of the running stallion as Eugene desperately ran, trying to get Norris off of him.

“EEEEHEHEEHEEEE!” Eugene squealed. Given how fast the horse was starting to run, Norris had no choice but to dig his fingers deeper into the pits of the stallion. His laughter grew louder as they charged down the path, past furs who were still frozen.

Norris grabbed Eugene by the belly, beginning to squeeze and prod his fingers around it. The sounds that came out of the poor horse’s mouth were blissful as they ran through frozen furs all forced to gawk at the sight of the ticklish horse.

“AHAHAHAAAA!” Eugene laughed. “GET OHOHOHFFFF! GET OFFFFF!”

Norris couldn’t help himself. He began to grind his body against Eugene’s back, his crotch pressed right up against the hard muscles of the equine. He dug deeper into Eugene’s pits and heard his laughter skyrocket in volume to a desperate shriek.

Norris could feel Eugene’s body starting to shake and tremble. More of him was unfreezing. Still, he couldn’t move his arms, so Norris kept tickling. Eugene was starting to slow, the running and the tickling exhausting him quickly. He tried to shake Norris off of his body as he helplessly laughed. His voice was deep, but the way he shrieked with giggles was adorable.

“EEEHEHEEE! I’M GOHOHOHNA KILL YOHOHOHOU!” Eugene cried out.

The stallion’s arms were beginning to move now. It all happened very fast as Eugene slowed down and fell to his knees. Norris gripped tightly, but soon realized the situation he was in as the equine was finally able to not only lower his arms, but reach behind and pluck Norris right off his back.

“Eugh!” Norris cried out as he was slammed against the ground.

“Now it’s your turn!” Eugene cried out.

“W-Wait!” Norris pleaded, but his cries fell on deaf ears as Eugene’s hands went straight for his body.

“EEEEEEE!” Norris shrieked as the equine’s massive hands attacked his belly and underarms. He was overpowered instantly by the massive stallion, who began to violently tickle and assault his body. “N-Nohohohoot my belly, pleheheeeese!”

“I’m gonna make you wish you never tickled me, bat boy!” Eugene promised as he drug his hands over Norris’ chest and sides.

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It was dark now. Norris didn’t know exactly how long he had been under Eugene’s wrath, only that it must have gone on for hours now. The larger equine had managed to subdue him with little effort, his strength just as impressive as ever. Norris had squirmed and pleaded at first, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to be able to slip away from the stallion until one of them grew bored.

“Aww, tired?” Eugene asked as he rugged on the rope that now bound Norris’ ankles together. “We’re not finished yet, buddy.”

Norris whimpered at the promise of his helper. He was forced to stare up at Eugene’s solidly built back, as the horse was sitting on his legs. His arms were bound up as well, making it impossible to do little more than squirm his toes.

“How’s it feel, Norris?” Eugene asked.

Norris scrunched his feet. There was something warm and solid forced between them near his arches. He didn’t have to be a genius to know that Eugene’s cock sat between his soles.

“Mmmmhph,” Norris whined, unable to reply given just how flustered he was.

“Aww, don’t be like that,” Eugene said. He lowered his hand, turning away from Norris to look back at his feet. “Let’s play that game again, huh?”

With that, Eugene grabbed Norris’ feet with both his hands, squeezing a big toe with either hand.

“This little piggy went to market,” Eugene teased, wiggling Norris’ large toes. “And this little piggy stayed home.”

The torment was driving Norris mad. With each little piggy the bat recieved a long stroke going up both of his soles, as well as a thrust from Eugene’s cock gliding in and out.

“A-Ahahaa..” Norris couldn’t stop himself from giggling. His feet were far, far too sensitive.

“This little piggy got roast beef, and this little piggy got none,” Eugene continued to tease.

“P.. Plehehese…” Norris begged, trying to restrain his laughter. “N-Nohoho…”

“And this little piggy went WEEE WEEE WEEEEE!”

With that, Eugene danced his fingertips all over Norris’ soles.

“AAAAHAHAA!” Norris cried out. “EEEHEEHEEE! I’M SOHOHORRRY! STOHOHOOOP!”

But Eugene didn’t stop. He continued to thrust his cock in and out slowly as Norris’ feet did most of the work, stroking the member with each ticklish squirm his feet did.

“Let’s see those wings, bat boy,” Eugene said as he turned, grabbing on one of Norris’ long wings and pulling at it.

“N-No!” Norris shrieked. “Not there!”

“Aww, is it a sensitive spot?” Eugene asked as his fingers got closer. The slightest graze of his fingertip made Norris cry out in panic as sensations rushed to every inch of his body. “Why don’t I touch it?”

“N-nononononooo!” Norris cried out. “Stop it!”

“I think I’m gonna touch it!” Eugene said.

“NOHOHOOOOOO!” Norris cried out as Eugene made good on his promise and began to stroke and scratch his fingers around his bat wings. He squealed, letting out a roaring laughter. It was agony. When he finally took his hands away Eugene was nearly trembling with sensations rocketing throughout his entire body.

“P-Please,” Norris pleaded. “No more. I-I can’t take anymore!”

“Aww, c’mon, let’s play that other game again,” Eugene said as he stopped dancing his fingers. “C’mon! Thhhhiiisss little piggy!”

“Eheeheeee!” Norris cried out, unable to keep himself from giggling and squirming as the game continued. It counted down, each little piggy making him squeal louder and louder with giggles. His toes were wiggled and tickled and the poor bat was forced to laugh and endure it all.

It was clear that Eugene was thrusting his cock harder now. The panting breathing of the stallion grew louder as he grunted. He tickled Norris’ feet once again as he got to the last piggy.

And then… he started it again.

“This little piggy went to market,” Eugene said with a gasp as he began to thrust his cock in and out. “T-This little piggy went home.”

“Mhmhmhm… Eugene, I-I…” Norris tried to speak, but devolved into giggling as the little game continued.

“And… this little piggy… went…” Eugene stopped to breathe in after every few words. He was humping Norris’ feet now. Without warning, he drug his fingertips all over Norris’ soles. The bat cried out, squealing with ticklish agony.

“AAAAHAHAAAA!” Norris squealed.

But it wasn’t only him that cried out. Eugene let out a loud moan, and stopped tickling Norris’ feet as a violent orgasm overtook him. Norris could feel hot spurts of seed splatter against his soles as Eugene gripped the feet to rub them against his cock.

“Nnnnghnn,” Eugene whined as his body trembled. He gasped a few times before he finally pulled his cock out from Norris’ feet. He looked back at the bound bat.

“There,” Eugene said. “I think you learned your lesson, bat boy.”

Eugene slumped down right on top of Norris after that. His massive body was nearly enough to crush the bat as he pressed his weight down on top of him and wrapped his arms around Norris’ body. Norris was exhausted, too much to squirm and try to free himself from Eugene’s hug. After a few moments of wriggling in vain he sighed and settled for staring up at the night sky.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Eugene said as he squeezed Norris’ side. “We’re going for round two once I rest a little, Norris.”