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The setting sun cast streaks of red and orange across the ocean as three figures flew away from a nearby island. Spyro, a purple dragon with orange wings and horns, glided above the dark waves. Atop him sat X’hutoa, a bright green coyote with black hair and eyes. Flying beside the two was Chaith, a white feline with blue stripes on her face, who bore angelic wings on her back. X’hutoa held aloft the prize they had won on the island during their latest adventure.

“Here it is,” he said, staring at the glittering trinket. “The amulet.”

“We made it by the skin of our teeth!” Spyro said with a chuckle.

Chaith shook her head. “Don’t drop it. I’m not doing any deep diving if you do!”

Laughing, X’hutoa glanced back over his shoulder at the dark isle they had explored. Rocky spires jutted upward from it to tear at the sky. Remembering the caverns they had crawled through to find the dragon talisman, he shuddered. But it was all over. They had found what they needed.

“I can’t thank you two enough,” Spyro said. “I really owe you a favor for all of this. I don’t know how I’m ever going to pay you back.”

X’hutoa smirked. “I can think of a few ways.”

Perking an eyebrow, Spyro looked up at him. “Oh? O-oh, oh no, whahaha, wait! Eee hee!”

The dragon felt X’hutoa’s sharp, filed, black claw tips scratching around his flanks. His ticklish sides were completely exposed, since he was soaring through the air. Giggles started slipping from his snout as soon as the nails began skittering up and down the sides of his slender body. Jerking from side to side, his flight pattern turned into a wild zigzag; he couldn’t keep himself still when he was tickled.

“C-cahaha-cut it out!” Spyro said, unable to hold back his laughter.

“Uh oh, the dragon is ticklish, isn’t he?” X’hutoa taunted. He glanced over at his wife and winked. “Maybe you should come and see for yourself.”

“Ohoho, oh, oh no! Please!” Spryo pleaded.

He was already struggling not to buck and flail, afraid of accidentally tossing the coyote off his back. But the mischievous look on Chaith’s face told him that she had no plans of leaving him alone. The winged feline turned and drifted closer. She glided into the air next to one of Spyro’s sides, while X’hutoa leaned over to the other side. Attacking simultaneously, the duo wiggled their fingertips over the dragon’s flanks. No amount of batting from his claws could knock them away.

“Geeeeheee hee hahahaha hah hah! Oh please! I’m g-gahaha-gonna drahap you!” Spyro begged, cackling under the combined assault of the four hands.

“Aww, but you’re so cute when you’re all giggly, Spyro!” Chaith teased.

X’hutoa snickered. “Yeah, isn’t he just adorable?”

Their taunting brought a flush of red to Spyro’s face. Even while being tickled, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He tried to cover his sides with his claws. But the two of them easily outmaneuvered him as they poked and prodded up and down the lengths of his middle. As soon as he covered up one spot, their scratching nails and dancing fingertips simply hopped to another.

“Ahahah st-stahahap tickling! I cahan’t take it!”

“Coochie coo!” Chaith giggled.

“He’s so ticklish!” X’hutoa laughed.

Clinging to the unsteady dragon for dear life, the daring coyote never stopped tickling. He even brushed his palm along Spyro’s ribs and gently squeezed at them. Petting farther up, he poked a finger into his underarm and circled it around the warm spot there. That really got to him; Spyro’s head reared back and he bellowed out in laughter.

“AHAHAHA HAH HA! NAHAHAT THERE!”

Spyro clenched his forelegs tightly down to his sides in an attempt to stop his friend’s probing hands. It did little good. X’hutoa wedged his finger in and poked the tip of his claw into the fleshy area, delicately flicking and scraping it around. Especially sensitive there, the dragon burst into belly laughs and wildly swung around in the air, taking him for a ride.

Chaith did her best to keep up. Being just as good at flight, she matched him. The cat flew up under him and grabbed at his belly. She clutched at his ribs and underbelly, drawing out squawking laughter from him. X’hutoa tickled at the same time. He kept tickling under his foreleg and used his other hand to scratch his side. Fluttering back and forth to follow Spyro’s wobbly movements, Chaith didn’t give him a break for even a moment.

“Ahahahah hee hah ha! Stahahahap thahat!” Spyro begged, swatting his claws at the feline’s hands.

He tumbled down and spiraled towards the ocean waves in a bid to make them stop. Even Chaith had a hard time matching his speed; she struggled to follow. X’hutoa fell backwards and had to wrap himself around Spyro’s back to keep himself from being flung into the water.

“Gah!” X’hutoa barked. “Woah! Hah hah! Aww, you have such cute little claws, Spyro!”

The dragon, even in the midst of his hysterical laughter, couldn’t help but blush furiously at having his feet complimented. It flustered him even more than the tickling. Shaking his head, he self-consciously clutched his claws to his sides.

“H-hey! Ahahaha hee hah ha!”

“Hey, guys, look!” Chaith shouted.

Spyro and X’hutoa suddenly stopped their playing and looked to where she pointed. Through the clouds floating across the sky in the final moments of the setting sun, they spotted the main island. It was home to Spyro’s cavern.

“Finally! We made it home. Just in time, too. You’re heavier than you look!” Spyro said.

X’hutoa snickered and gave the dragon a final poke in the sides. “I’m not heavy!”

“Alright, you two. Let’s save the games for later and land. My wings are super tired,” Chaith said.

They soared towards the lush island, delighted to return after their daring adventure. After landing and entering his cave, Spyro stowed the amulet in his treasure chest for safekeeping. He, X’hutoa, and Chaith then flopped down on the cushy furniture in his front chamber to rest. It had been an exhausting outing.

“I really do owe you two. Couldn’t have done it on my own,” Spyro said, taking a seat on a massive pillow.

“We’re always ready to help a good friend like you. But if you really insist on paying us back...” X’hutoa said, stroking his chin in thought. “...there is a little something I had in mind.”

Chaith perked her eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, X’hutoa. You wouldn’t.”

“Huh? What are you two hinting at?” Spyro asked, glancing between the two of them.

X’hutoa sat up, raised his hands in the air, and wiggled his fingers at the dragon.

“We’ve both been wanting to tickle you for a long time, Spyro. Let us tie you up and tickle you silly tonight, and we’ll call it even.”

“Uh, tickle me?” Spyro asked, clearly confused by the request. “Why would you want to do something like that?”

Giggling, Chaith waved her hand. “It’s something we enjoy. Especially when we have a cute scaly like you on the receiving end.

The compliment brought a blush to Spyro’s face, causing it to turn a darker shade of purple. He thought and scratched the back of his neck. Even if it seemed a little odd, they had helped him out of a huge bind. And there were few people he trusted more than his friends. Finally, he looked at them, smiled, and shrugged.

“I suppose it will be fine. A little tickling never hurt anybody, right?”

A devious, toothy grin spread over X’hutoa’s face as he stood up. “That’s right. Let’s make our buddy nice and comfortable, Chaith.”

“Right. And don’t you worry, Spyro. We’ll be gentle,” she said, winking.

Spyro couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. It had been pretty bad when X’hutoa tickled him during the flight, and now they wanted to tie him up. But he was sure he could handle it. It was just tickling, after all. Still, the way the two of them looked at him put him on edge. He felt like hapless prey being drooled over by a couple of predators.

“Right, gentle. Gentle is good,” Spyro awkwardly chuckled.

They led him over to a large canopy bed that sat near the back of the cavern. He stretched out on his back and they spread his limbs apart. Grabbing a bundle of thick scarves, they began to tie him to the bedposts. X’hutoa strapped his wrists to the poles, binding his arms, while Chaith did the same to his ankles. His arms were stretched apart, but the cat tied his legs tightly together. It left him trussed up in a Y shape, with his arms apart and his legs pointed straight out. To cap it off, X’hutoa placed a soft pillow under the back of his head.

“Does that feel alright? Nothing is too tight, is it?” the coyote asked.

Spyro tugged his arms and legs to test them out. The silky scarves felt perfectly comfortable, but they were tight enough to keep him from escaping.

“Feels fine to me.”

“Nice. We don’t want anything distracting you while we’re tickling you senseless, after all,” Chaith teased.

“S-senseless?”

He suddenly felt he had made a mistake in allowing the two to tie him up as they loomed over him. They both wore impish smiles, making their intent clear. But suddenly, a look of realization crossed over Chaith’s face. The cat reached out and placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder to stop him.

“Wait a moment. What if he accidentally spits fire while we’re tickling him?” she asked.

Spyro blinked and nodded. “I hadn’t even thought of that! It took everything I had to keep from doing that when you were tickling me in the air. It’s not on purpose, more like a reflex. The last thing I want is to accidentally turn you two crispy, heh.”

“Good point,” X’hutoa said, tapping his chin. “Let’s tie something around his snout to make sure he doesn’t. If that’s okay with him.”

“That should work,” Spyro answered.

X’hutoa hopped off the bed. It took him only a moment to fetch a fluffy towel and return. He wrapped it around Spyro’s snout and tied it in a thick knot.

“How does that feel?” the coyote asked.

Unable to talk, Spyro answered with a thumbs up. X’hutoa and Chaith were ready to begin. The coyote straddled himself over his friend’s waist. Staring down at him, he menacingly wiggled his fingers above his stomach, mere inches away. Chaith slunk to the top of the bed and traced her fingertips down towards his vulnerable underarms. The anticipation was killing him.

“Gnnk...” Spyro whimpered.

The pair didn’t make him wait long. As Chaith slowly petted up and down his arms, X’hutoa struck first. His fingertips touched down against the dragon’s golden stomach. Soft, stretched, and helpless, Spyro’s tummy was an easy target for the coyote’s filed claws.

Black and polished, X’hutoa’s sharp claw tips dimpled in against the dragon’s underbelly. They skittered upwards. Muffled giggles fluttered up into Spyro’s gagged snout. He couldn’t hold back the peals of light, airy laughter as X’hutoa stroked his hands across the ridges of his stomach. Pulling his fingertips back, X’hutoa picked one spot and danced his claws over it in a flurry of lightning-quick scratches.

“Gnffh hnnf hnnh!”

Spyro squealed and erupted into a giggle fit. His stomach turned out to be even more ticklish than he had realized. Even the soft touch that X’hutoa used was enough to make him mewl. His head reared up and he shook it, before it pounded back down against the pillow. The dragon squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his waist under the weight of his friend.

“Aww, look how ticklish he is! Do you have a ticklish tummy, Spyro?” X’hutoa taunted.

“Well if he’s ticklish there, maybe he’s ticklish here, too. Coochie coochie coo!” Chaith said.

The feline’s fingers plunged into Spyro’s exposed underarms. She flicked her nails over the warm, taut skin in the middle of them. It made the dragon’s eyes bulge.

“Gnnngf! Nnnhnnhnn hnn hnn!” he wailed.

Having his stomach and underarms tickled at the same time sent him into a chortling spasm. He bucked and struggled against his bondage. Fortunately for X’hutoa, the scarves left the dragon’s movement limited enough to keep him from being thrown off. He shared an amused grin with Chaith. And then renewed his tickle attack.

“Oh no, does that tickle too much? Tickle tickle!”

Slipping his hands up a bit, he gripped the edges of Spyro’s belly and carefully squeezed it. The clutching motion made his thumbs and fingertips press into the muscles beneath the dragon’s stomach. It coaxed a stream of laughter out of him.

“Nnnnff heefff hnn!” Spyro cackled into his gag.

The tight muscles of his abdomen were entirely defenseless against the kneading. X’hutoa gently pinched his sides between his fingers and thumbs, running his hands up and down to goose different spots. Constantly shifting spots kept the dragon off guard. He never knew where the coyote would grab next, and the uncertainty made it tickle even worse.

X’hutoa was delighted to find that his underbelly was even more supple than his hide. There was still a nice firmness to it, but it was pliable enough for him to sink his fingertips in. He pressed his palms flat against his belly, dipped his nails down into it, and raked them down. Spyro whined during the entire long, slow drag.

“Nnnnnnnnnfffff!”

As soon as he finished scraping his claws all the way down to the dragon’s waist, X’hutoa swept them back up, scratching and poking along the way as he went. He quickly reached the top. But as soon as he did, he traveled back down towards his waist, delivering pokes and prods with his index fingers.

“Annnhnn hnn hnnf! Nnnnh nnf!”

While X’hutoa spent his time playing with the dragon’s stomach, Chaith savored his upper body. She slowed down after her initial scrawling over his underarms. As much fun as it was to make him shriek, she wanted to take her time and enjoy his adorable giggling. They had the whole night for the more intense stuff.

Her fuzzy paws slid past his underarms. Tracing down, they stopped under his twitching wings. She felt Spyro quivering under her nails while she scraped them over his purple hide. They only hesitated when she reached the bases of his golden wings.

“I wonder...” she whispered to herself.

The cat was very sensitive under her own wings. At the stalks, where the wings attached to her back, the spots were nearly as ticklish as her underarms. She had to find out if Spyro was the same way. Extending a single finger on either hand, she wedged them between the bases of his wings and his back. She then started gingerly wiggling them.

“Tickle tickle, Spyro...” she cooed.

“MMMF!”

His body jerked. The young dragon hadn’t even known he was ticklish under his wings. But as Chaith’s slender, delicate fingers teased him there, laughter fluttered up from deep within his chest and poured into his maw. Muffled hysterics seeped from the corners of his mouth. The towel kept his struggling snout shut tight. Still, the trembling reaction from his body made it clear how effective the tickling was.

“MMMHHHFF HHHNGHF!”

X’hutoa bounced atop his bucking friend. Spyro thrashed and pulled at the scarves tied around his limbs. It only drew amused laughter from his two friends. Chaith swept her fuzzy digits along the bases of his wings. Her nails scratched the border where his purple hide gave way to golden wing. They even crept up to flick at the yellow membrane on the wing. Each movement drew out a fresh convulsion of laughter from Spyro.

“Coochie coo!” Chaith teased, giggling. “I don’t know if he’s more ticklish here, or under his arms.”

“There’s only one way to know,” X’hutoa answered with a wink.

Spyro shook his head. But there was no stopping the cat. She ran her hands back down Spyro’s arms, tapping her fingertips like crawling spider legs, until she reached his underarms. A single digit slipped into both of them. Pulling them in quick flicks again and again, she tickled their fleshy middles.

“NNNHHHGGHHGGG!” Spyro wailed.

While Chaith busied herself with the dragon’s wings and underarms, X’hutoa dove down to press his lips to his stomach. He simply couldn’t resist giving Spyro’s cute tummy a few raspberries. Pursing his lips around the skin, he started to blow.

“Pbbbbththb!”

Again, Spyro’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. His head whipped up and then smashed back down into the pillow under it. Forced laughter bubbled up into his bound snout as the green coyote blew on his stomach over and over. The embarrassing spectacle of having his belly raspberried sent another hot blush to his cheeks, causing them to turn deep purple.

“NNNNGH HHHN HHHNF! NNF!” Spyro pleaded.

When Spyro thought things couldn’t be any worse, he felt a nagging itch against the bottom of his foot. And then another at the other heel. He thought little of it at first in the midst of his struggling. But no matter how hard he wriggled his feet around, the feeling wouldn’t go away. It only grew worse. And, to his horror, shifted from an itch to a tickle.

He craned his neck up to see what it could be. There, crawling along his feet, were two of the fuzzy caterpillars that dwelt in the caves. One crawled along the sole of his right foot, dragging its ticklish fuzz along as it moved, while the one on his left foot busily marched around the bottoms of his toes.

“GGNNNNNGFFFFH! NNNHHHFFF! DDHFF THHHRF!”

The towel tied around his snout kept him from telling his friends about the two intrusive critters on his feet. He could do nothing but laugh hysterically as their luxuriously soft, black and orange fuzz petted across his soles and over his wiggling toes.

And it even tickled when they marched their way along the tops of his feet. It wasn’t a rough kind of tickling; the lightness of the touch brought breathless giggles from his chest rather than shrieks. But it still drove him off the wall in ticklish ecstasy, nonetheless. He pounded his head back into the pillow again and again, desperately trying to draw attention to the bugs at his feet. But Chaith and X’hutoa were much too absorbed in their own ticklish assaults to notice his panicked eyes.

“HNNNGHHH HHNF! HNNF!”

Slithering and crawling between his toe claws, the bugs sent his purple soles quivering. The gentle touch of their fuzzy bodies was enough to leave him chortling. And as soon as one of them slipped away from his toes to start climbing down the length of his foot, the other reversed course and made its way upwards. This was all in addition to the tickling that his friends gave to his underarms; he could hardly bear being tickled in so many spots at the same time.

He bucked against the bed and madly jerked his feet around. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not toss the clingy caterpillars away. They nuzzled up even closer to his soles. Only after a few more long, ticklish moments of agony did they finally realize that there was nothing for them there. The creatures scurried down the bottoms of his paws and disappeared as quickly as they had arrived. X’hutoa and Chaith never even noticed the incident. And while Spyro enjoyed the relief of having only two ticklers to deal with, it proved to be cold comfort. His writhing body still forced him to cackle like a lunatic. The dragon’s eyes widened as X’hutoa dove forward to press his lips to his stomach again.

In a futile attempt at protecting his stomach, Spyro sucked it in as far as he could to pull it away from the coyote. X’hutoa snickered at the attempt. He found it cute that the dragon’s belly was so ticklish that he would try anything to escape. But it was no use; X’hutoa pressed forward with his lips and blew another raspberry.

“Hee hee, you’re so silly sometimes!” Chaith said.

X’hutoa paused and looked up to flash her a toothy smile. “Oh, I’m the silly one? But you’re the ticklish kitten!”

Chaith’s eyes briefly widened as she realized what he was about to do. But by the time she did, he had already leaped at her, wrapping his hands over her sides. The coyote wasted no time in kneading his wife’s ticklish middle.

“Eeeeeeheee hee! N-noho, no fair!” Chaith shrieked.

She collapsed onto the mattress aside Spyro and melted into a fit of giggles. X’hutoa’s nimble fingers prodded between her ribs, kneaded the little muscles above her hips, and wiggled across her stomach. He had soon reduced her to helpless giggling and whining.

He decided to take advantage of the situation while he could. The coyote reached for the bundle of scarves they had left at the side of the bed. Grabbing a few in his hand, he pulled Chaith over to lay on her stomach, flat against Spyro, and then started tying her wrists to the bed poles.

“Oh, oh no! Wait!” Chaith begged, trying to hide the big smile on her face.

When he finished tying both her wrists, he started wrapping a scarf around her ankles. “I want to find out which of you two has the most ticklish feet. And what better way than to compare them side by side?”

“Gnnf! Nnh!” Spyro whined.

“Please, not the feet!” Chaith pleaded.

Spyro’s feet were right next to Chaith’s. Lying on his back, his feet were facing straight forward. With Chaith on her stomach, her bare paws faced upwards. All four of them were defenseless against X’hutoa. He sat atop their legs, resting on the backs of his wife’s calves.

“Let’s see. Who should I test first?” X’hutoa asked himself.

Chaith had blue paw pads on her toes and the balls of her feet. White fuzz covered the rest. Spyro’s soles were the same dark purple as the rest of his hide. X’hutoa snickered, reached out, and grabbed one of Spyro’s toes.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Bending the toe back taut, he scratched a nail up and down the dragon’s sole. Laughter gurgled up from Spyro’s throat. He wheezed out of his nose, coughing up streams of giggles into his trapped muzzle.

“My, this dragon has very ticklish feet, doesn’t he? But what about my kitty cat?” X’hutoa teased.

He suddenly released Spyro’s foot and attacked Chaith. Poking his polished nails into the feline’s bright blue pads, he mercilessly scratched her supple skin. Chaith’s neck craned back and her maw dropped open. She belted out a meowling screech of laughter before dropping her head back down, nuzzling it into Spyro’s chest as if it would somehow protect her.

“Hahah haa haiieee! P-pleeheease, nahat thahat!” she howled.

“This is such a tough decision. Both of you are so ticklish! I believe this requires further investigation,” X’hutoa answered.

Both of them cackled when he started to tickle their feet at the same time. His hands darted between Spyro’s purple soles and Chaith’s blue pads. Nails scribbled up and down the dragon’s tender feet and dimpled into the cat’s squishy, blue pads.

Spyro grew more and more panicked when he felt the fuzzy digits waggling underneath his toes. As bad as having his upper body tickled had been, he simply couldn’t stand having his feet played with. Not content to only give it to the dragon, X’hutoa also wormed a fingertip between two of Chaith’s toes and squirmed it around. She erupted into a geyser of laughter.

“GEEE HEE HEE EEEEEEP! NAHAHAT THERE! OH PLEEEHEEASE NAHT THE TOES!”

“MMMNNNGF! NNGHFFF!”

He brought both hands up to Chaith’s upturned feet and raked his nails down them. Pulling them across her puffy pads forced out a giggly squeal. They next scribbled down into the white fuzz between the blue dots, ruffling through it to tickle the tender skin below.

“Eeeeeee! Nahahat there, oh please honey! Ahahaha hee ha!”

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Does it tickle?” he snickered, teasing.

His claws then lunged back down to Spyro’s kicking feet. The dragon roared with laughter when X’hutoa’s claw tips sank into the smooth, sensitive expanses of skin on the bottoms of his feet. Peals of laughter flooded into his bound maw and leaked out the sides. No matter how hard he struggled and wagged his feet, he couldn’t break the knots of the scarves.

“GNNNGHHH HFFF HNGH!”

The giggly dragon was an adorable sight for X’hutoa. But he loved it the most when both of them were wriggling under his hands. Switching back to one claw attacking Spyro and one teasing Chaith, he sent their toes wiggling. Chaith whimpered when she felt the tickling return to her bound feet. And Spyro desperately bumped his feet together in a useless attempt at covering them up.

At the beginning of the night, Spyro thought their request to tickle him was rather odd, and perhaps even a little cute. But his panicked mind had changed. Sitting there, having his feet scratched, bellowing out laughter, he realized that being tied and tickled could be so much worse than he had ever realized.

“MMMMNNGF! HNGF!”

“Coochie coochie coo! Which one is more ticklish? I just can’t make up my mind.”

X’hutoa kept the two of them wailing and cackling in hysterics. He loved watching the light bend over Chaith’s blue pads when they wrinkled and twisted up, and the way Spyro’s toes madly wiggled. They both seemed deliriously ticklish on their bare feet. It was a complete tossup as to which one was more ticklish. Luckily, he won out either way. Only stopping after he had tickled them both to tears, the coyote finally withdrew his claws and chuckled.

“Difficult to say who is really more ticklish. But maybe I can test you both again another time,” he snickered, moving to untie their bonds.

“Humph. Don’t you even think about it, you rascal,” Chaith muttered, rubbing her wrists when they were freed.

Spyro stretched his jaw out a few times when they finally freed it from the towel. “Yeesh. The two of you take your tickling seriously, huh?”

They sat up on the bed. Each of them took a moment to stretch out their limbs and shake off the tingling sensations left over from their ticklish ordeal. X’hutoa crossed his arms over his chest, smirked, and shook his head.

“We’ll have to call it a tie for now.”

“But honey, aren’t you forgetting someone?” Chaith asked, feigning an innocent tone of voice. “Isn’t that right, Spyro?”

Glancing over at her, the dragon knitted his brow in confusion. But the devilish look in her eyes gave it away. He smiled and eagerly nodded.

“Right, right. We’ll have to ‘test’ everyone here.”

Chaith and Spyro turned towards X’hutoa. The coyote saw their threatening grins and wilted. He realized too late what they were up to.

“Uh, c-can’t we talk about this?” he whimpered.

“Not a chance,” Spyro answered.

“You know, Spyro, my husband likes something in particular,” Chaith teased in a sly voice, the edges of her lips curling up. “He would love having our feet in his face.”

X’hutoa’s brow perked and he blushed fiercely. “H-hey!”

“Is that so? Hee hee,” Spyro said.

He and Chaith stretched themselves out on their stomachs, lying down flat with their heads at the coyote’s feet. That left their legs pointed out towards his head. And that made it easy for them to playfully shove their feet in his face. X’hutoa felt the warm blood rush to his cheeks as he blushed in embarrassment.

Spyro’s purple soles felt warm and soft against his muzzle. The dragon’s skin was surprisingly smooth, petting at his fuzzy cheeks and over his nose. Chaith’s puffy, delicate pads were just as nice. They squished slightly when she pressed them up against him. It flustered him so much that he couldn’t even gather the right words to protest.

“Now let’s see. Where should we start?” Chaith asked.

Most of his feet were covered in the same dark green fuzz as the rest of his body. But like his wife, he had pads on his toes and the balls of his feet. They were lime green in color, brighter than the surrounding fur. And Chaith always thought they made for tempting targets. Pinching one of his toes between her thumb and index finger, she wiggled it around.

“This little piggy went to market...” she cooed, flicking a nail under the toe as she played with it.

Airy giggles instantly erupted from X’hutoa. “Ohohho no, noahat that! Nahat the toes!”

“Oh, yes, the toes!” Spyro shot back, grabbing a toe on his other foot and giving it the same treatment. “This little piggy stayed home.”

“Geee hee haha ha ha!”

Being toyed with in such a childish way left him even more humiliated. He shook his head back and forth as if it would help him, his face growing hotter by the second. Chaith always tickled him in such silly ways. And it seemed that the more embarrassing she made it, the more devastatingly ticklish it proved to be.

“This little piggy stayed home...” she continued, moving to his next toe.

One of her fuzzy fingertips wedged into the gap between it and the next toe. Every time she slid it back and forth along the sensitive skin there, fresh giggles and wheezes poured from X’hutoa’s lips. Spyro employed a different tactic; he repeatedly swept the tip of his claw over the bottom edge of his toe pad.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” the dragon teased.

“Eeee hee hahah hah! Y-yoohoo-you leave my toes alone! Geee hee hah!” X’hutoa cackled, growing ever more frantic in his laughter.

Chaith smirked, narrowed her eyes, and grabbed at another toe. “And this little piggy...had none!”

She suddenly raked her nails down to the puffy pad at the ball of his foot. Her finely-sharpened claw tips skittered over his green skin, dancing and tapping, titillating the ticklish surface with every glancing blow. The coyote barked out in laughter.

“Ahahaha hah hee hah! Nohohohoooo! Eee hee hahahah!”

Following her lead, Spyro bent the coyote’s toes back with one claw, and used the other to wiggle over the taut ball of his foot. His nails swept across to ruffle through the fuzz between the pads. They then swept down, scratching and dragging along the bottom of his foot, all the way down his arch and to his heel.

“Geeeheeee hee hahaha ha! Ohohooo please!” X’hutoa wailed.

“Aww, you have such ticklish feet!” Chaith said. “You were asking which of us is the most ticklish, but maybe it’s you!”

Spyro, raking his claw up to scratch the coyote’s pads again, nodded. “Heh, he looks like he’s enjoying it.”

Even in the midst of having his soles and toes viciously tickled, he couldn’t help but be distracted by the way they wagged their feet in his face. The touch of their soles left his head hopelessly flustered while he melted into giggle fits. But the distraction didn’t offer much reprieve from the ticklish sensations running across his body; laughter gushed up harder than ever as they tickled more and more.

“Ahahaha haieee, pleeheease! Stahap, nahahat my feeheeet!” X’hutoa begged, bucking atop the cushy mattress and pressing his head back into the pillows.

“Not your feet, huh?” Chaith said in an impish tone of voice. “Alright, honey. We’ll stop tickling your feet.”

“We will?” Spyro asked, cocking his head to the side.

The two withdrew their hands. Chaith nudged the dragon in the side with her elbow.

“Of course we will. After all, there’s other spots we can tickle. And I happen to know his worst one.”

X’hutoa barely had time to gasp in a few much-needed breaths before Chaith’s words sent him into a panic. Curling his hands into fists, he tugged at the scarves in a doomed effort to break free. But he could do nothing as the two merciless ticklers crawled up the bed towards his upper body.

“P-please, sweetie, not that! Not there! Anything but that!” he begged.

Chaith simply winked at Spyro.

“Watch this. I’ll show you how to really drive him nuts.”

She spread out her wings and moved one of them forward. X’hutoa cringed, knowing from prior experience what she had planned. The bottom tip of her fluffy, angelic wing hovered over his exposed under arm. And there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it.

“Coochie coo!” she shouted, suddenly bringing the tip down to dust at the bared skin.

“GEEEHEE HEE HAHAHAHAAAA! NAHAHAAAT THAHAT!”

Reaching out to trace a claw tip around the outside of the coyote’s other underarm, Spyro smirked.

“So this is where he’s weak, huh?”

The sharp point of the dragon’s claw scraping around his tender skin sent X’hutoa into a fit of loud guffawing. His head shook back and forth, his arms struggled against his bonds, and his back arched up in frantic bucking. But the dragon’s claws weren’t even the worst of it. The immaculate, silky feathers on his wife’s wing were. Every little flick of the plumes forced bursts of laughter out of him.

“AHAHAHA HAH AIIIEEEE! OHOHOO PLEASE! PLEEHEEEASE STAHAHAP! I CAHAN’T TAHAKE IT!”

Chaith pressed her wing down into the curve of his underarm, causing many feather to ruffle up against the spot. She swished them around like she would a feather duster. Being tickled by so many fluffy, white feathers all at the same time sent the coyote into wheezing, gasping peals of laughter.

Spyro didn’t let up. Even when Chaith already had him cackling, the dragon continued to tease his other underarm. A single claw tip traced around the edge of it, slowly spiraling towards the center. When it finally reached the middle, he added his other nails. They scraped back and forth across his skin in quick flicks.

“Do you mind if I borrow one of those?” Spyro asked, glancing at the feathers on her wings.

Continuing to sweep her wing over the coyote’s underarm, Chaith giggled. “Help yourself.”

Pinching a single feather, Spyro carefully plucked it out. He grinned and taunted X’hutoa by waving it through the air. The coyote knitted his brow in panic, bucking and thrashing atop the mattress.

“OHOHOHOOO PLEEEHEASE! NAHAHT THAHAT!”

But the begging didn’t stop the dragon. He whisked the feather through the air and started caressing the tip over X’hutoa’s underarm. The silky tines of the plume glided across the smooth, bare flesh with ease. And they sent cascades of ticklish sensations radiating outwards in their wake.

“BAHAHAHAA HEEE HAH HAH HAAAAA! NA-NAHAT THERE! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! OH PLEEHEEASE!” he howled.

“A coochie coo, sweetie! How do you like it, huh?” Chaith teased, affectionately flapping her soft wing against him.

The coyote barked out in deep belly laughs. His voice grew more and more panicked with each peal of laughter; he could barely gasp in enough breath to replace what flooded from his lungs. Thrashing and squirming atop the mattress left him so tired that he soon could do nothing but quiver while they tickled him.

By the time Chaith noticed how frantic he was, his chest ached from laughing so hard. She wasn’t a cruel creature. Deciding it was time to allow him a rest, she motioned for Spyro to stop. The two left him panting and wheezing.

“Oh, no more. No more. Please,” he whispered.

Spyro snickered and shook his head. “It looks like we really did a number on him.”

“He’ll be fine,” Chaith said with a soft titter. “It’s nothing he hasn’t survived before.

The two of them started unwrapping the scarves from his limbs. It took only a few tugs to free him. Chaith then dropped to his side, draping an arm over his chest to snuggle up to him. Spyro sat at his other side. Extending an arm, the green coyote hugged the dragon close.

“You two are troublemakers,” X’hutoa said.

“Hah! What nerve. You’re the one who started all this,” Chaith answered, poking her tongue out at him.

Chuckling, Spyro rested his tail across his legs. “I think it’s safe to say that we’re all pretty ticklish.”

Nuzzled together, the three soon drifted into slumber.

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The setting sun cast streaks of red and orange across the ocean as three figures flew away from a nearby island. Spyro, a purple dragon with orange wings and horns, glided above the dark waves. Atop him sat X’hutoa, a bright green coyote with black hair and eyes. Flying beside the two was Chaith, a white feline with blue stripes on her face, who bore angelic wings on her back. X’hutoa held aloft the prize they had won on the island during their latest adventure.

“Here it is,” he said, staring at the glittering trinket. “The amulet.”

“We made it by the skin of our teeth!” Spyro said with a chuckle.

Chaith shook her head. “Don’t drop it. I’m not doing any deep diving if you do!”

Laughing, X’hutoa glanced back over his shoulder at the dark isle they had explored. Rocky spires jutted upward from it to tear at the sky. Remembering the caverns they had crawled through to find the dragon talisman, he shuddered. But it was all over. They had found what they needed.

“I can’t thank you two enough,” Spyro said. “I really owe you a favor for all of this. I don’t know how I’m ever going to pay you back.”

X’hutoa smirked. “I can think of a few ways.”

Perking an eyebrow, Spyro looked up at him. “Oh? O-oh, oh no, whahaha, wait! Eee hee!”

The dragon felt X’hutoa’s sharp, filed, black claw tips scratching around his flanks. His ticklish sides were completely exposed, since he was soaring through the air. Giggles started slipping from his snout as soon as the nails began skittering up and down the sides of his slender body. Jerking from side to side, his flight pattern turned into a wild zigzag; he couldn’t keep himself still when he was tickled.

“C-cahaha-cut it out!” Spyro said, unable to hold back his laughter.

“Uh oh, the dragon is ticklish, isn’t he?” X’hutoa taunted. He glanced over at his wife and winked. “Maybe you should come and see for yourself.”

“Ohoho, oh, oh no! Please!” Spryo pleaded.

He was already struggling not to buck and flail, afraid of accidentally tossing the coyote off his back. But the mischievous look on Chaith’s face told him that she had no plans of leaving him alone. The winged feline turned and drifted closer. She glided into the air next to one of Spyro’s sides, while X’hutoa leaned over to the other side. Attacking simultaneously, the duo wiggled their fingertips over the dragon’s flanks. No amount of batting from his claws could knock them away.

“Geeeeheee hee hahahaha hah hah! Oh please! I’m g-gahaha-gonna drahap you!” Spyro begged, cackling under the combined assault of the four hands.

“Aww, but you’re so cute when you’re all giggly, Spyro!” Chaith teased.

X’hutoa snickered. “Yeah, isn’t he just adorable?”

Their taunting brought a flush of red to Spyro’s face. Even while being tickled, he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He tried to cover his sides with his claws. But the two of them easily outmaneuvered him as they poked and prodded up and down the lengths of his middle. As soon as he covered up one spot, their scratching nails and dancing fingertips simply hopped to another.

“Ahahah st-stahahap tickling! I cahan’t take it!”

“Coochie coo!” Chaith giggled.

“He’s so ticklish!” X’hutoa laughed.

Clinging to the unsteady dragon for dear life, the daring coyote never stopped tickling. He even brushed his palm along Spyro’s ribs and gently squeezed at them. Petting farther up, he poked a finger into his underarm and circled it around the warm spot there. That really got to him; Spyro’s head reared back and he bellowed out in laughter.

“AHAHAHA HAH HA! NAHAHAT THERE!”

Spyro clenched his forelegs tightly down to his sides in an attempt to stop his friend’s probing hands. It did little good. X’hutoa wedged his finger in and poked the tip of his claw into the fleshy area, delicately flicking and scraping it around. Especially sensitive there, the dragon burst into belly laughs and wildly swung around in the air, taking him for a ride.

Chaith did her best to keep up. Being just as good at flight, she matched him. The cat flew up under him and grabbed at his belly. She clutched at his ribs and underbelly, drawing out squawking laughter from him. X’hutoa tickled at the same time. He kept tickling under his foreleg and used his other hand to scratch his side. Fluttering back and forth to follow Spyro’s wobbly movements, Chaith didn’t give him a break for even a moment.

“Ahahahah hee hah ha! Stahahahap thahat!” Spyro begged, swatting his claws at the feline’s hands.

He tumbled down and spiraled towards the ocean waves in a bid to make them stop. Even Chaith had a hard time matching his speed; she struggled to follow. X’hutoa fell backwards and had to wrap himself around Spyro’s back to keep himself from being flung into the water.

“Gah!” X’hutoa barked. “Woah! Hah hah! Aww, you have such cute little claws, Spyro!”

The dragon, even in the midst of his hysterical laughter, couldn’t help but blush furiously at having his feet complimented. It flustered him even more than the tickling. Shaking his head, he self-consciously clutched his claws to his sides.

“H-hey! Ahahaha hee hah ha!”

“Hey, guys, look!” Chaith shouted.

Spyro and X’hutoa suddenly stopped their playing and looked to where she pointed. Through the clouds floating across the sky in the final moments of the setting sun, they spotted the main island. It was home to Spyro’s cavern.

“Finally! We made it home. Just in time, too. You’re heavier than you look!” Spyro said.

X’hutoa snickered and gave the dragon a final poke in the sides. “I’m not heavy!”

“Alright, you two. Let’s save the games for later and land. My wings are super tired,” Chaith said.

They soared towards the lush island, delighted to return after their daring adventure. After landing and entering his cave, Spyro stowed the amulet in his treasure chest for safekeeping. He, X’hutoa, and Chaith then flopped down on the cushy furniture in his front chamber to rest. It had been an exhausting outing.

“I really do owe you two. Couldn’t have done it on my own,” Spyro said, taking a seat on a massive pillow.

“We’re always ready to help a good friend like you. But if you really insist on paying us back...” X’hutoa said, stroking his chin in thought. “...there is a little something I had in mind.”

Chaith perked her eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, X’hutoa. You wouldn’t.”

“Huh? What are you two hinting at?” Spyro asked, glancing between the two of them.

X’hutoa sat up, raised his hands in the air, and wiggled his fingers at the dragon.

“We’ve both been wanting to tickle you for a long time, Spyro. Let us tie you up and tickle you silly tonight, and we’ll call it even.”

“Uh, tickle me?” Spyro asked, clearly confused by the request. “Why would you want to do something like that?”

Giggling, Chaith waved her hand. “It’s something we enjoy. Especially when we have a cute scaly like you on the receiving end.

The compliment brought a blush to Spyro’s face, causing it to turn a darker shade of purple. He thought and scratched the back of his neck. Even if it seemed a little odd, they had helped him out of a huge bind. And there were few people he trusted more than his friends. Finally, he looked at them, smiled, and shrugged.

“I suppose it will be fine. A little tickling never hurt anybody, right?”

A devious, toothy grin spread over X’hutoa’s face as he stood up. “That’s right. Let’s make our buddy nice and comfortable, Chaith.”

“Right. And don’t you worry, Spyro. We’ll be gentle,” she said, winking.

Spyro couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. It had been pretty bad when X’hutoa tickled him during the flight, and now they wanted to tie him up. But he was sure he could handle it. It was just tickling, after all. Still, the way the two of them looked at him put him on edge. He felt like hapless prey being drooled over by a couple of predators.

“Right, gentle. Gentle is good,” Spyro awkwardly chuckled.

They led him over to a large canopy bed that sat near the back of the cavern. He stretched out on his back and they spread his limbs apart. Grabbing a bundle of thick scarves, they began to tie him to the bedposts. X’hutoa strapped his wrists to the poles, binding his arms, while Chaith did the same to his ankles. His arms were stretched apart, but the cat tied his legs tightly together. It left him trussed up in a Y shape, with his arms apart and his legs pointed straight out. To cap it off, X’hutoa placed a soft pillow under the back of his head.

“Does that feel alright? Nothing is too tight, is it?” the coyote asked.

Spyro tugged his arms and legs to test them out. The silky scarves felt perfectly comfortable, but they were tight enough to keep him from escaping.

“Feels fine to me.”

“Nice. We don’t want anything distracting you while we’re tickling you senseless, after all,” Chaith teased.

“S-senseless?”

He suddenly felt he had made a mistake in allowing the two to tie him up as they loomed over him. They both wore impish smiles, making their intent clear. But suddenly, a look of realization crossed over Chaith’s face. The cat reached out and placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder to stop him.

“Wait a moment. What if he accidentally spits fire while we’re tickling him?” she asked.

Spyro blinked and nodded. “I hadn’t even thought of that! It took everything I had to keep from doing that when you were tickling me in the air. It’s not on purpose, more like a reflex. The last thing I want is to accidentally turn you two crispy, heh.”

“Good point,” X’hutoa said, tapping his chin. “Let’s tie something around his snout to make sure he doesn’t. If that’s okay with him.”

“That should work,” Spyro answered.

X’hutoa hopped off the bed. It took him only a moment to fetch a fluffy towel and return. He wrapped it around Spyro’s snout and tied it in a thick knot.

“How does that feel?” the coyote asked.

Unable to talk, Spyro answered with a thumbs up. X’hutoa and Chaith were ready to begin. The coyote straddled himself over his friend’s waist. Staring down at him, he menacingly wiggled his fingers above his stomach, mere inches away. Chaith slunk to the top of the bed and traced her fingertips down towards his vulnerable underarms. The anticipation was killing him.

“Gnnk...” Spyro whimpered.

The pair didn’t make him wait long. As Chaith slowly petted up and down his arms, X’hutoa struck first. His fingertips touched down against the dragon’s golden stomach. Soft, stretched, and helpless, Spyro’s tummy was an easy target for the coyote’s filed claws.

Black and polished, X’hutoa’s sharp claw tips dimpled in against the dragon’s underbelly. They skittered upwards. Muffled giggles fluttered up into Spyro’s gagged snout. He couldn’t hold back the peals of light, airy laughter as X’hutoa stroked his hands across the ridges of his stomach. Pulling his fingertips back, X’hutoa picked one spot and danced his claws over it in a flurry of lightning-quick scratches.

“Gnffh hnnf hnnh!”

Spyro squealed and erupted into a giggle fit. His stomach turned out to be even more ticklish than he had realized. Even the soft touch that X’hutoa used was enough to make him mewl. His head reared up and he shook it, before it pounded back down against the pillow. The dragon squeezed his eyes shut and bucked his waist under the weight of his friend.

“Aww, look how ticklish he is! Do you have a ticklish tummy, Spyro?” X’hutoa taunted.

“Well if he’s ticklish there, maybe he’s ticklish here, too. Coochie coochie coo!” Chaith said.

The feline’s fingers plunged into Spyro’s exposed underarms. She flicked her nails over the warm, taut skin in the middle of them. It made the dragon’s eyes bulge.

“Gnnngf! Nnnhnnhnn hnn hnn!” he wailed.

Having his stomach and underarms tickled at the same time sent him into a chortling spasm. He bucked and struggled against his bondage. Fortunately for X’hutoa, the scarves left the dragon’s movement limited enough to keep him from being thrown off. He shared an amused grin with Chaith. And then renewed his tickle attack.

“Oh no, does that tickle too much? Tickle tickle!”

Slipping his hands up a bit, he gripped the edges of Spyro’s belly and carefully squeezed it. The clutching motion made his thumbs and fingertips press into the muscles beneath the dragon’s stomach. It coaxed a stream of laughter out of him.

“Nnnnff heefff hnn!” Spyro cackled into his gag.

The tight muscles of his abdomen were entirely defenseless against the kneading. X’hutoa gently pinched his sides between his fingers and thumbs, running his hands up and down to goose different spots. Constantly shifting spots kept the dragon off guard. He never knew where the coyote would grab next, and the uncertainty made it tickle even worse.

X’hutoa was delighted to find that his underbelly was even more supple than his hide. There was still a nice firmness to it, but it was pliable enough for him to sink his fingertips in. He pressed his palms flat against his belly, dipped his nails down into it, and raked them down. Spyro whined during the entire long, slow drag.

“Nnnnnnnnnfffff!”

As soon as he finished scraping his claws all the way down to the dragon’s waist, X’hutoa swept them back up, scratching and poking along the way as he went. He quickly reached the top. But as soon as he did, he traveled back down towards his waist, delivering pokes and prods with his index fingers.

“Annnhnn hnn hnnf! Nnnnh nnf!”

While X’hutoa spent his time playing with the dragon’s stomach, Chaith savored his upper body. She slowed down after her initial scrawling over his underarms. As much fun as it was to make him shriek, she wanted to take her time and enjoy his adorable giggling. They had the whole night for the more intense stuff.

Her fuzzy paws slid past his underarms. Tracing down, they stopped under his twitching wings. She felt Spyro quivering under her nails while she scraped them over his purple hide. They only hesitated when she reached the bases of his golden wings.

“I wonder...” she whispered to herself.

The cat was very sensitive under her own wings. At the stalks, where the wings attached to her back, the spots were nearly as ticklish as her underarms. She had to find out if Spyro was the same way. Extending a single finger on either hand, she wedged them between the bases of his wings and his back. She then started gingerly wiggling them.

“Tickle tickle, Spyro...” she cooed.

“MMMF!”

His body jerked. The young dragon hadn’t even known he was ticklish under his wings. But as Chaith’s slender, delicate fingers teased him there, laughter fluttered up from deep within his chest and poured into his maw. Muffled hysterics seeped from the corners of his mouth. The towel kept his struggling snout shut tight. Still, the trembling reaction from his body made it clear how effective the tickling was.

“MMMHHHFF HHHNGHF!”

X’hutoa bounced atop his bucking friend. Spyro thrashed and pulled at the scarves tied around his limbs. It only drew amused laughter from his two friends. Chaith swept her fuzzy digits along the bases of his wings. Her nails scratched the border where his purple hide gave way to golden wing. They even crept up to flick at the yellow membrane on the wing. Each movement drew out a fresh convulsion of laughter from Spyro.

“Coochie coo!” Chaith teased, giggling. “I don’t know if he’s more ticklish here, or under his arms.”

“There’s only one way to know,” X’hutoa answered with a wink.

Spyro shook his head. But there was no stopping the cat. She ran her hands back down Spyro’s arms, tapping her fingertips like crawling spider legs, until she reached his underarms. A single digit slipped into both of them. Pulling them in quick flicks again and again, she tickled their fleshy middles.

“NNNHHHGGHHGGG!” Spyro wailed.

While Chaith busied herself with the dragon’s wings and underarms, X’hutoa dove down to press his lips to his stomach. He simply couldn’t resist giving Spyro’s cute tummy a few raspberries. Pursing his lips around the skin, he started to blow.

“Pbbbbththb!”

Again, Spyro’s eyes grew as wide as dinner plates. His head whipped up and then smashed back down into the pillow under it. Forced laughter bubbled up into his bound snout as the green coyote blew on his stomach over and over. The embarrassing spectacle of having his belly raspberried sent another hot blush to his cheeks, causing them to turn deep purple.

“NNNNGH HHHN HHHNF! NNF!” Spyro pleaded.

When Spyro thought things couldn’t be any worse, he felt a nagging itch against the bottom of his foot. And then another at the other heel. He thought little of it at first in the midst of his struggling. But no matter how hard he wriggled his feet around, the feeling wouldn’t go away. It only grew worse. And, to his horror, shifted from an itch to a tickle.

He craned his neck up to see what it could be. There, crawling along his feet, were two of the fuzzy caterpillars that dwelt in the caves. One crawled along the sole of his right foot, dragging its ticklish fuzz along as it moved, while the one on his left foot busily marched around the bottoms of his toes.

“GGNNNNNGFFFFH! NNNHHHFFF! DDHFF THHHRF!”

The towel tied around his snout kept him from telling his friends about the two intrusive critters on his feet. He could do nothing but laugh hysterically as their luxuriously soft, black and orange fuzz petted across his soles and over his wiggling toes.

And it even tickled when they marched their way along the tops of his feet. It wasn’t a rough kind of tickling; the lightness of the touch brought breathless giggles from his chest rather than shrieks. But it still drove him off the wall in ticklish ecstasy, nonetheless. He pounded his head back into the pillow again and again, desperately trying to draw attention to the bugs at his feet. But Chaith and X’hutoa were much too absorbed in their own ticklish assaults to notice his panicked eyes.

“HNNNGHHH HHNF! HNNF!”

Slithering and crawling between his toe claws, the bugs sent his purple soles quivering. The gentle touch of their fuzzy bodies was enough to leave him chortling. And as soon as one of them slipped away from his toes to start climbing down the length of his foot, the other reversed course and made its way upwards. This was all in addition to the tickling that his friends gave to his underarms; he could hardly bear being tickled in so many spots at the same time.

He bucked against the bed and madly jerked his feet around. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not toss the clingy caterpillars away. They nuzzled up even closer to his soles. Only after a few more long, ticklish moments of agony did they finally realize that there was nothing for them there. The creatures scurried down the bottoms of his paws and disappeared as quickly as they had arrived. X’hutoa and Chaith never even noticed the incident. And while Spyro enjoyed the relief of having only two ticklers to deal with, it proved to be cold comfort. His writhing body still forced him to cackle like a lunatic. The dragon’s eyes widened as X’hutoa dove forward to press his lips to his stomach again.

In a futile attempt at protecting his stomach, Spyro sucked it in as far as he could to pull it away from the coyote. X’hutoa snickered at the attempt. He found it cute that the dragon’s belly was so ticklish that he would try anything to escape. But it was no use; X’hutoa pressed forward with his lips and blew another raspberry.

“Hee hee, you’re so silly sometimes!” Chaith said.

X’hutoa paused and looked up to flash her a toothy smile. “Oh, I’m the silly one? But you’re the ticklish kitten!”

Chaith’s eyes briefly widened as she realized what he was about to do. But by the time she did, he had already leaped at her, wrapping his hands over her sides. The coyote wasted no time in kneading his wife’s ticklish middle.

“Eeeeeeheee hee! N-noho, no fair!” Chaith shrieked.

She collapsed onto the mattress aside Spyro and melted into a fit of giggles. X’hutoa’s nimble fingers prodded between her ribs, kneaded the little muscles above her hips, and wiggled across her stomach. He had soon reduced her to helpless giggling and whining.

He decided to take advantage of the situation while he could. The coyote reached for the bundle of scarves they had left at the side of the bed. Grabbing a few in his hand, he pulled Chaith over to lay on her stomach, flat against Spyro, and then started tying her wrists to the bed poles.

“Oh, oh no! Wait!” Chaith begged, trying to hide the big smile on her face.

When he finished tying both her wrists, he started wrapping a scarf around her ankles. “I want to find out which of you two has the most ticklish feet. And what better way than to compare them side by side?”

“Gnnf! Nnh!” Spyro whined.

“Please, not the feet!” Chaith pleaded.

Spyro’s feet were right next to Chaith’s. Lying on his back, his feet were facing straight forward. With Chaith on her stomach, her bare paws faced upwards. All four of them were defenseless against X’hutoa. He sat atop their legs, resting on the backs of his wife’s calves.

“Let’s see. Who should I test first?” X’hutoa asked himself.

Chaith had blue paw pads on her toes and the balls of her feet. White fuzz covered the rest. Spyro’s soles were the same dark purple as the rest of his hide. X’hutoa snickered, reached out, and grabbed one of Spyro’s toes.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle!”

Bending the toe back taut, he scratched a nail up and down the dragon’s sole. Laughter gurgled up from Spyro’s throat. He wheezed out of his nose, coughing up streams of giggles into his trapped muzzle.

“My, this dragon has very ticklish feet, doesn’t he? But what about my kitty cat?” X’hutoa teased.

He suddenly released Spyro’s foot and attacked Chaith. Poking his polished nails into the feline’s bright blue pads, he mercilessly scratched her supple skin. Chaith’s neck craned back and her maw dropped open. She belted out a meowling screech of laughter before dropping her head back down, nuzzling it into Spyro’s chest as if it would somehow protect her.

“Hahah haa haiieee! P-pleeheease, nahat thahat!” she howled.

“This is such a tough decision. Both of you are so ticklish! I believe this requires further investigation,” X’hutoa answered.

Both of them cackled when he started to tickle their feet at the same time. His hands darted between Spyro’s purple soles and Chaith’s blue pads. Nails scribbled up and down the dragon’s tender feet and dimpled into the cat’s squishy, blue pads.

Spyro grew more and more panicked when he felt the fuzzy digits waggling underneath his toes. As bad as having his upper body tickled had been, he simply couldn’t stand having his feet played with. Not content to only give it to the dragon, X’hutoa also wormed a fingertip between two of Chaith’s toes and squirmed it around. She erupted into a geyser of laughter.

“GEEE HEE HEE EEEEEEP! NAHAHAT THERE! OH PLEEEHEEASE NAHT THE TOES!”

“MMMNNNGF! NNGHFFF!”

He brought both hands up to Chaith’s upturned feet and raked his nails down them. Pulling them across her puffy pads forced out a giggly squeal. They next scribbled down into the white fuzz between the blue dots, ruffling through it to tickle the tender skin below.

“Eeeeeee! Nahahat there, oh please honey! Ahahaha hee ha!”

“What’s the matter, sweetie? Does it tickle?” he snickered, teasing.

His claws then lunged back down to Spyro’s kicking feet. The dragon roared with laughter when X’hutoa’s claw tips sank into the smooth, sensitive expanses of skin on the bottoms of his feet. Peals of laughter flooded into his bound maw and leaked out the sides. No matter how hard he struggled and wagged his feet, he couldn’t break the knots of the scarves.

“GNNNGHHH HFFF HNGH!”

The giggly dragon was an adorable sight for X’hutoa. But he loved it the most when both of them were wriggling under his hands. Switching back to one claw attacking Spyro and one teasing Chaith, he sent their toes wiggling. Chaith whimpered when she felt the tickling return to her bound feet. And Spyro desperately bumped his feet together in a useless attempt at covering them up.

At the beginning of the night, Spyro thought their request to tickle him was rather odd, and perhaps even a little cute. But his panicked mind had changed. Sitting there, having his feet scratched, bellowing out laughter, he realized that being tied and tickled could be so much worse than he had ever realized.

“MMMMNNGF! HNGF!”

“Coochie coochie coo! Which one is more ticklish? I just can’t make up my mind.”

X’hutoa kept the two of them wailing and cackling in hysterics. He loved watching the light bend over Chaith’s blue pads when they wrinkled and twisted up, and the way Spyro’s toes madly wiggled. They both seemed deliriously ticklish on their bare feet. It was a complete tossup as to which one was more ticklish. Luckily, he won out either way. Only stopping after he had tickled them both to tears, the coyote finally withdrew his claws and chuckled.

“Difficult to say who is really more ticklish. But maybe I can test you both again another time,” he snickered, moving to untie their bonds.

“Humph. Don’t you even think about it, you rascal,” Chaith muttered, rubbing her wrists when they were freed.

Spyro stretched his jaw out a few times when they finally freed it from the towel. “Yeesh. The two of you take your tickling seriously, huh?”

They sat up on the bed. Each of them took a moment to stretch out their limbs and shake off the tingling sensations left over from their ticklish ordeal. X’hutoa crossed his arms over his chest, smirked, and shook his head.

“We’ll have to call it a tie for now.”

“But honey, aren’t you forgetting someone?” Chaith asked, feigning an innocent tone of voice. “Isn’t that right, Spyro?”

Glancing over at her, the dragon knitted his brow in confusion. But the devilish look in her eyes gave it away. He smiled and eagerly nodded.

“Right, right. We’ll have to ‘test’ everyone here.”

Chaith and Spyro turned towards X’hutoa. The coyote saw their threatening grins and wilted. He realized too late what they were up to.

“Uh, c-can’t we talk about this?” he whimpered.

“Not a chance,” Spyro answered.

“You know, Spyro, my husband likes something in particular,” Chaith teased in a sly voice, the edges of her lips curling up. “He would love having our feet in his face.”

X’hutoa’s brow perked and he blushed fiercely. “H-hey!”

“Is that so? Hee hee,” Spyro said.

He and Chaith stretched themselves out on their stomachs, lying down flat with their heads at the coyote’s feet. That left their legs pointed out towards his head. And that made it easy for them to playfully shove their feet in his face. X’hutoa felt the warm blood rush to his cheeks as he blushed in embarrassment.

Spyro’s purple soles felt warm and soft against his muzzle. The dragon’s skin was surprisingly smooth, petting at his fuzzy cheeks and over his nose. Chaith’s puffy, delicate pads were just as nice. They squished slightly when she pressed them up against him. It flustered him so much that he couldn’t even gather the right words to protest.

“Now let’s see. Where should we start?” Chaith asked.

Most of his feet were covered in the same dark green fuzz as the rest of his body. But like his wife, he had pads on his toes and the balls of his feet. They were lime green in color, brighter than the surrounding fur. And Chaith always thought they made for tempting targets. Pinching one of his toes between her thumb and index finger, she wiggled it around.

“This little piggy went to market...” she cooed, flicking a nail under the toe as she played with it.

Airy giggles instantly erupted from X’hutoa. “Ohohho no, noahat that! Nahat the toes!”

“Oh, yes, the toes!” Spyro shot back, grabbing a toe on his other foot and giving it the same treatment. “This little piggy stayed home.”

“Geee hee haha ha ha!”

Being toyed with in such a childish way left him even more humiliated. He shook his head back and forth as if it would help him, his face growing hotter by the second. Chaith always tickled him in such silly ways. And it seemed that the more embarrassing she made it, the more devastatingly ticklish it proved to be.

“This little piggy stayed home...” she continued, moving to his next toe.

One of her fuzzy fingertips wedged into the gap between it and the next toe. Every time she slid it back and forth along the sensitive skin there, fresh giggles and wheezes poured from X’hutoa’s lips. Spyro employed a different tactic; he repeatedly swept the tip of his claw over the bottom edge of his toe pad.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” the dragon teased.

“Eeee hee hahah hah! Y-yoohoo-you leave my toes alone! Geee hee hah!” X’hutoa cackled, growing ever more frantic in his laughter.

Chaith smirked, narrowed her eyes, and grabbed at another toe. “And this little piggy...had none!”

She suddenly raked her nails down to the puffy pad at the ball of his foot. Her finely-sharpened claw tips skittered over his green skin, dancing and tapping, titillating the ticklish surface with every glancing blow. The coyote barked out in laughter.

“Ahahaha hah hee hah! Nohohohoooo! Eee hee hahahah!”

Following her lead, Spyro bent the coyote’s toes back with one claw, and used the other to wiggle over the taut ball of his foot. His nails swept across to ruffle through the fuzz between the pads. They then swept down, scratching and dragging along the bottom of his foot, all the way down his arch and to his heel.

“Geeeheeee hee hahaha ha! Ohohooo please!” X’hutoa wailed.

“Aww, you have such ticklish feet!” Chaith said. “You were asking which of us is the most ticklish, but maybe it’s you!”

Spyro, raking his claw up to scratch the coyote’s pads again, nodded. “Heh, he looks like he’s enjoying it.”

Even in the midst of having his soles and toes viciously tickled, he couldn’t help but be distracted by the way they wagged their feet in his face. The touch of their soles left his head hopelessly flustered while he melted into giggle fits. But the distraction didn’t offer much reprieve from the ticklish sensations running across his body; laughter gushed up harder than ever as they tickled more and more.

“Ahahaha haieee, pleeheease! Stahap, nahahat my feeheeet!” X’hutoa begged, bucking atop the cushy mattress and pressing his head back into the pillows.

“Not your feet, huh?” Chaith said in an impish tone of voice. “Alright, honey. We’ll stop tickling your feet.”

“We will?” Spyro asked, cocking his head to the side.

The two withdrew their hands. Chaith nudged the dragon in the side with her elbow.

“Of course we will. After all, there’s other spots we can tickle. And I happen to know his worst one.”

X’hutoa barely had time to gasp in a few much-needed breaths before Chaith’s words sent him into a panic. Curling his hands into fists, he tugged at the scarves in a doomed effort to break free. But he could do nothing as the two merciless ticklers crawled up the bed towards his upper body.

“P-please, sweetie, not that! Not there! Anything but that!” he begged.

Chaith simply winked at Spyro.

“Watch this. I’ll show you how to really drive him nuts.”

She spread out her wings and moved one of them forward. X’hutoa cringed, knowing from prior experience what she had planned. The bottom tip of her fluffy, angelic wing hovered over his exposed under arm. And there wasn’t a thing he could do to stop it.

“Coochie coo!” she shouted, suddenly bringing the tip down to dust at the bared skin.

“GEEEHEE HEE HAHAHAHAAAA! NAHAHAAAT THAHAT!”

Reaching out to trace a claw tip around the outside of the coyote’s other underarm, Spyro smirked.

“So this is where he’s weak, huh?”

The sharp point of the dragon’s claw scraping around his tender skin sent X’hutoa into a fit of loud guffawing. His head shook back and forth, his arms struggled against his bonds, and his back arched up in frantic bucking. But the dragon’s claws weren’t even the worst of it. The immaculate, silky feathers on his wife’s wing were. Every little flick of the plumes forced bursts of laughter out of him.

“AHAHAHA HAH AIIIEEEE! OHOHOO PLEASE! PLEEHEEEASE STAHAHAP! I CAHAN’T TAHAKE IT!”

Chaith pressed her wing down into the curve of his underarm, causing many feather to ruffle up against the spot. She swished them around like she would a feather duster. Being tickled by so many fluffy, white feathers all at the same time sent the coyote into wheezing, gasping peals of laughter.

Spyro didn’t let up. Even when Chaith already had him cackling, the dragon continued to tease his other underarm. A single claw tip traced around the edge of it, slowly spiraling towards the center. When it finally reached the middle, he added his other nails. They scraped back and forth across his skin in quick flicks.

“Do you mind if I borrow one of those?” Spyro asked, glancing at the feathers on her wings.

Continuing to sweep her wing over the coyote’s underarm, Chaith giggled. “Help yourself.”

Pinching a single feather, Spyro carefully plucked it out. He grinned and taunted X’hutoa by waving it through the air. The coyote knitted his brow in panic, bucking and thrashing atop the mattress.

“OHOHOHOOO PLEEEHEASE! NAHAHT THAHAT!”

But the begging didn’t stop the dragon. He whisked the feather through the air and started caressing the tip over X’hutoa’s underarm. The silky tines of the plume glided across the smooth, bare flesh with ease. And they sent cascades of ticklish sensations radiating outwards in their wake.

“BAHAHAHAA HEEE HAH HAH HAAAAA! NA-NAHAT THERE! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! OH PLEEHEEASE!” he howled.

“A coochie coo, sweetie! How do you like it, huh?” Chaith teased, affectionately flapping her soft wing against him.

The coyote barked out in deep belly laughs. His voice grew more and more panicked with each peal of laughter; he could barely gasp in enough breath to replace what flooded from his lungs. Thrashing and squirming atop the mattress left him so tired that he soon could do nothing but quiver while they tickled him.

By the time Chaith noticed how frantic he was, his chest ached from laughing so hard. She wasn’t a cruel creature. Deciding it was time to allow him a rest, she motioned for Spyro to stop. The two left him panting and wheezing.

“Oh, no more. No more. Please,” he whispered.

Spyro snickered and shook his head. “It looks like we really did a number on him.”

“He’ll be fine,” Chaith said with a soft titter. “It’s nothing he hasn’t survived before.

The two of them started unwrapping the scarves from his limbs. It took only a few tugs to free him. Chaith then dropped to his side, draping an arm over his chest to snuggle up to him. Spyro sat at his other side. Extending an arm, the green coyote hugged the dragon close.

“You two are troublemakers,” X’hutoa said.

“Hah! What nerve. You’re the one who started all this,” Chaith answered, poking her tongue out at him.

Chuckling, Spyro rested his tail across his legs. “I think it’s safe to say that we’re all pretty ticklish.”

Nuzzled together, the three soon drifted into slumber.