I love reading, writing, and telling stories. I was diagnosed with autism at age four and ADHD at age twenty. I started this blog so I could write stories that make people smile!
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° Angst (Rare)
° Hurt/Comfort
° Tickle fics (SFW only)
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° Insest/R@pe
° F3t!sh content
° Ships I don't approve
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Poppy Playtime
Kirby
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Hey, um... maybe Poppy could tickle Allister to punish him for insulting Rabie! I mean. If that's okay...
Ohhh, I love this idea! Allister is so underrated in my opinion. (Btw, this is a sort of sequel to this fic I posted a while back.)
Poppy's Payback 👧🐊
Poor Allister was in big trouble. The other day, he had made Rabie Baby cry after giving her a piece of his mind. Granted, she had told everyone he had a crush on one of the Smiling Critters (which was completely false), but now he was starting to think that maybe he'd gone a little too far. Not because he felt bad, Rabie had it coming. But because now, he was being chased by Poppy.
Allister had no idea that Poppy was secretly friends with Rabie. And one thing you never wanted to do was insult Poppy's friends.
Luckily, Allister was able to stay ahead of her because of her small size. But sadly, he wasn't used to all this exercise, so he was quickly running out of steam...and Poppy was gaining on him.
Suddenly, he was tackled from behind, sending both of them to the ground. Allister ended up on his stomach with Poppy sitting on his legs. "Aha! I've gotcha! Now, I think you owe Rabie an apology." Poppy proclaimed. "No way! I ain't apologizin'! Now get off me, or I'll bite you!" He snapped back. Poppy crossed her arms with a playful pout. "Well, that wasn't very polite! I think you need to learn some manners..."
That was the only warning he received before Poppy began gently running her fingers along his lower back. Allister jolted before biting his lip. Oh no... He thought. Please don't tell me she's actually gonna—"Gah!" He was pulled from his thoughts as Poppy switched to his upper back. This spot proved to be much more sensitive than the previous one, as the gator started giggling and twitching.
"H-Hey! Hahaha! St-Stop it! Hahahaha!"
"Are you gonna apologize~?"
"No! Hahaha! I refuse!"
Poppy sighed. "So that's how it's going to be, huh? Fine. You asked for it!" She then started digging into his sides. Despite his best efforts, Allister couldn't stop himself from laughing. He started squirming and clawing at the ground, trying to cope with the ticklish sensations flooding his nerves.
"AHAHAHAHA! N-NOT THERE! *SNRT* HAHAHAHA!"
Poppy couldn't help but laugh as well, especially when Allister started snorting. She also noticed his tail wagging despite his pleas. "Haha! You have such a cute laugh! I didn't realize you were so ticklish~" Allister's face started burning with a bright red blush.
"HAHAHA! *SNRK* SH-SHUT UP! AHAHAHA!"
Poppy gasped, clutching her chest. "Allister Gator! I'm disappointed in you, sir!" She scolded, although she didn't actually seem upset. In fact, she was smiling. Once Allister had recovered a bit, Poppy adjusted her position before going for his sides again. He tried to roll over to protect his flank, but this turned out to be a trap. Because as soon as his stomach was exposed, Poppy seized the opportunity to attack.
And Allister completely lost it.
"Aww, what's the matter? Does it tickle that badly? Is your little tummy that ticklish?"
"YEHEHES! IHIHI CAN'T TAHAHAKE IT! I GIHIHIVE!"
"So you're going to apologize to Rabie, right?"
"RIGHT! RIHIHIGHT! JUST STAHAHAP! PL-PLEHEHEASE!"
With that, Poppy finally ceased her relentless attack. Allister lay there on his back, trying to regain the breath he had lost. Once he'd recovered, he glared at the girl with a scowl. "You're terrible." He grumbled, causing Poppy to giggle. "I know. Now, you'd better run along! Unless you want to go again~" She replied, wiggling her fingers.
Allister jolted once again before running off. Poppy watched him leave with a smile before skipping back home, satisfied with her work.
Привет мне очень понравился пост с доктором и Игроком, жаль что доктор не успел пощекотать его пальцы ног, но я подумала... Может быть... Ну... Сможешь сделать продолжение если получится, а если нет, то попробуй сделать пост в честь @mrswolf мне вдохновила она последним рисунком про Ли Кевина и Лер Харли Сойер она чудесная, мне очень нравится её стиль рисования:). Тем более, у меня завтра день рождения💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Hello again! I'm really glad you enjoyed the fic I wrote! I worked really hard on it. I was actually thinking about making a follow-up where the Player and Doey attempt to get revenge on him and...Well, I won't spoil it for you. 😉
Also, I totally agree with you about @mrswolf. She's super cool and her art is amazing!
Also also happy birthday! I hope you have a great day!
This was a request made a while back by @altivpolz. Sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy! Also, I'll be referring to the employee as "Player" instead of y/n.
The ex-employee had woken with a throbbing headache. They tried to rub their sore head, but their arm wouldn't move. They soon realized they were strapped to a table with their arms above them and their legs tied together. Their shoes were also missing, leaving them in only their socks. They struggled against the restraints, but poor Player was trapped. Suddenly, a voice echoed through the empty room.
"Well, well...You're finally awake..."
Player's heart started pounding, their eyes darting around to see who made that remark. A TV screen began to flicker with static before a single eye appeared. They introduced themselves as "The Doctor."
"You're the little 'angel' that everyone's been talking about. I'm surprised you've survived this long. I've been observing you for a while. I've noticed how you continue marching forth, like a zombie, without any regard for your own safety. I've decided to take action by forcing you to pause and take a rest. And while you're here, I also thought perhaps you could assist me in my research. I've been dying to try out some new inventions...and you'd make the perfect specimen..."
Oh, great. Player thought. This crazy doctor is going to use me as a lab rat! I just hope the others are okay...Hopefully, they'll come looking for me.
Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a machine whirring to life. Six mechanical arms with white-gloved hands emerged from under the table. "For this test, I'll be observing how your nerves respond to certain stimuli. Do try to keep this entertaining for me. I will be taking notes."
The hands then began gently prodding Player's sides and ribs, two hands, focusing on each. The ex-employee gasped before biting their lip. They tried to fight the urge to laugh, which The Doctor quickly noticed.
"Trying to hold it in, I see. That's not going to work."
The mechanical hands increased, and Player almost cracked immediately. Suddenly, one hand slipped under their shirt and began kneading their stomach. Unable to fight it anymore, they began laughing uncontrollably, thrashing with all their might. But the restraints kept them firmly in place.
"Hahaha! HAHAHA! WAIT! WAHAHAIT! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THERE!"
The Doctor seemed amused by their reaction. "Well, that was quick. It appears the subject is incredibly sensitive. Further testing is required. I wonder what would happen if..." Player let out a shriek as a single finger dug into their navel. Tears began to well up in their eyes as their cheeks burned a bright salmon hue. "EEK! NAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHA!"
The Doctor couldn't help but chuckle at the intense reaction. "Ah, it seems that's a particularly sensitive area. New information added to database." The mechanical hands stopped their attack, allowing Player to catch their breath. Once they finally regained their composure, they asked the Doctor why he was doing this.
"You see, it's been a while since a human like you has been down here. Nobody's ever made it this far. But with the path you're going down, you won't last much longer. I've seen how you throw caution to the wind, pushing your body to its very limit. Consider this an act of mercy. With that out of the way, let's continue our little game."
The mechanical hands reappeared, but this time the cartoonish white gloves were missing. Instead, sharp metal claws now replaced the fingers. "Now, I'd advise you not to struggle too much, lest you end up getting scratched." The Doctor warned. The claws started slowly spidering up and down their sides. Player immediately fell into a fit of frantic giggles, trying to keep still.
"Ehehehe! Nonono! Eeek! Hahahaha!"
"Oh, my. You're laughing already, and we've only just begun."
"Sh-Shut up, you—Ehehehe!"
"I beg your pardon? Did you just tell me to shut up? It seems you need to be taught a lesson~"
"Wait! No! NOHOHOHO! AHAHAHA!"
Their giggles evolved into hysterical cackles as a second pair of claws started spidering along their armpits. They couldn't even put their arms down to protect themselves. All they could do was laugh. Meanwhile, the Doctor was watching all of this with great amusement. "No? Well, you should've thought about that before insulting me. Perhaps if you apologize—"
"NO! N-NEHEHEVER!"
"Do not interrupt me. I figured you'd be stubborn like that. So why don't we just skip to the fun part?"
A single claw began to scratch at their navel. Not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to tickle unbearably. Player squealed loudly, unable to keep from squirming. Somehow, this was even worse than the tickling that came before. It wasn't long before they had tears in their eyes once again, and their face burned a bright red. "EEEK! HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT AGAHAHAIN! AHAHAHA! I'M SOHOHORRYHY! PLEHEHASE STAHAHAP!"
The Doctor seemingly accepted their apology as the claws stopped their attack. As they once again stopped to regain their breath, they could hear the Doctor laughing at them. "
You certainly are the most sensitive subject I've had in a while! It's so entertaining to watch you writhing and squirming. Now, it's time for one of my personal favorites. But first, I need to make sure you're prepared~"
The screen above cut to static before going black. Behind them, they could hear some sort of machine powering up. Finally, a figure emerged from the darkness. They had a TV head that bore the same eye as the other screen. A black cloak was draped around their mechanical body. "Now then, let's begin with the preparations."
The Doctor began to unbutton Player's shirt, exposing their stomach. Their hearts started pounding as their eyes went wide. Suddenly, they felt a gentle hand on their stomach. "Stay calm. I'm not going to harm you." He said, before massaging their stomach. Player's panic began to dissipate as the Doctor continued the gentle massaging. Unfortunately, they didn't realize they'd fallen into a trap. Because during the massage, the Doctor had applied a hidden substance to their skin: baby oil.
Just as they let their guard down, the Doctor squeezed their side. "You better not fall asleep on me. I'm not finished with you yet. Now that you're prepared, let's get to the fun part..." The Doctor pulled out a device that looked like a drill with a soft brush attached to the end. He pressed a button, causing the brush to start spinning. Then he immediately targeted their navel. Player couldn't even hold their laughter in for a second.
"EEEHAHAHA! NOHOHO! HAHAHA! DOCTOHOHOR!"
"Well, this seems to be the most effective tool yet! Is it truly that bad?"
"AHAHAHAHA! YEHEHES! HAHAHA! THIHIS IS TOHOHORTURE!"
"Oh, really? Then I'd hate to see what'd happen if I turned it up~"
"NOHOHO! PLEASE DON'T—HAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!"
After what felt like hours, the Doctor finally allowed the Player to take a break. Their face was now a deep shade of red, and their cheeks were stained with tears. The Doctor chuckled, clearly amused. "This is the most entertaining thing I've witnessed in some time. You're doing a very good job. There's just one more thing I'd like to test..."
The Doctor calmly walked around the table until he was positioned at Player's feet. "I've heard that the soles contain over 15,000 nerves. Considering how sensitive you've proven to be, I can't help but wonder what would happen if I were to do something like...this." Player shrieked as the Doctor prodded their socked sole. Soon, they were laughing hysterically while the Doctor attacked their defenseless feet.
"HAHAHAHA! HEHEHELP! SOHOHOMEONE HEHELP MEHEHE!"
"You poor thing. You can scream all you want. Nobody is coming to save you~"
Suddenly, a loud roar echoed in the distance. "Oh, great. How'd he find me already? It seems our time has been cut short. While I enjoyed our time together, it's time for me to leave. I hope to see you again...if you survive that is." The Doctor made a hasty retreat as the roaring grew closer. But while the restraints had been undone so they'd have a chance to escape, Player was exhausted from all the tickling. They didn't have the energy to run.
Something was outside the room now, pounding on the door. Finally, the door fell down, revealing an all too familiar silhouette: Huggy Wuggy. He stepped through the doorway, emitting a low growl. Then, the shadow started to shift. It appeared to be melting before changing into another shape, one they also recognized immediately.
"Doey?!"
"Hiya, pal! Are you alright? We heard you all the way down the hall! And...what happened to your shoes? What did that doctor do to you?!"
"Don't worry. I'll be fine. We should leave before he comes back."
"Agreed! Let's get back to the Safe Haven."
Doey picked up their friend before heading off. "Hey! Put me down! I can walk just fine!" Player protested. "Nope! You've been through a lot today. But don't worry. We'll take care of you..." Player sighed heavily. Doey did have a point. They finally relaxed in their ally's arms, and by the time they returned to the Safe Haven, they were fast asleep.
Hi everyone! Once again, I apologize for the long wait. I just started taking my new ADHD meds, so hopefully, I'll be able to focus more on writing. I've also been struggling a lot with my mental health, so your patience is much appreciated. Thanks for reading! Stay safe and stay fabulous!
This request was made a while back by @puzzle-piecea based on their ask! I apologize for the long wait. I hope you enjoy! Also, for clarity, this takes place after the events of Kirby and the Forgotten Land, so beware of spoilers!
Ever since the Beast Pack had attacked Waddle Dee Town, Meta Knight had been training nonstop to keep the town safe. When he wasn't training or fighting monsters, he'd occasionally take on Kirby in the Colosseum. However, after King Dedede was finally freed from Fecto Forgo's control, he chose to take a brief pause to check in on his old friend. Upon seeing his familiar face, the king's face lit up.
"Well, look who it is! Glad to see ya, old friend!"
"As am I. How are you faring, your highness?"
"It's been a slow recovery. At least now, I can finally catch up on sleep!"
Meta Knight rolled his eyes as Dedede laughed. "I'm glad to see you're healing well. But I must get back to training now. Farewell." As he turned to leave, Dedede tried to call the knight back, but he couldn't hear him. He stood up from his place of rest, causing his servants to panic. "Your majesty, please! You need to rest!" One Waddle Dee said.
"Oh, calm down. I'm just stretching my legs. Why don't you guys take a break?"
The Waddle Dees followed their king's orders while he went off to find Meta Knight.
Meta Knight had set up a few training dummies on the beach where Kirby had washed up. After brutally slicing through the dummies, he suddenly heard a voice calling his name. "There ya are! I wasn't finished talking. Don't ya know it's rude to walk away from a conversation?" He said with a smirk.
"Apologies, but I don't have time to chat. I must keep training! Those ruthless beasts could come back, and I need to be prepared!"
The king's smile faltered slightly. Meta Knight had always been so serious about training. After everything that happened, he understood why he was so focused on keeping the town safe. Despite that, he couldn't help but feel concerned for his comrade. He had to convince him to take a break, for his own sake.
"Well, you can't protect anyone if ya collapse from exhaustion! You're pushing yourself way too hard! Ya gotta take a rest. "
Meta Knight refused again. The King finally decided to take measures into his own hands. "Alright, fine. Ya win. I'll leave ya alone..." He turned to leave, but as soon as the Knight dropped his guard. Meta Knight was grabbed so fast, he didn't have time to react. He struggled in his friend's grip, reaching for his sword, which had been knocked out of his grasp. "Let go of me! Unhand me this instant!"
"Haha! Sorry, pal! But this is for your own good." Dedede sat down, still holding Meta tightly. The Swordsman fought to break free, but he was going nowhere. "If you don't release me right now, I'll—Hrgk!"
Meta Knight let out a cry of surprise as the King brushed his side. At first, Dedede apologized, fearing he had hurt Meta Knight, but he assured him he was fine. Suddenly, Dedede caught on to what had happened.
"Oh, I get it now. I think someone is a little sensitive~"
Meta Knight felt his heart start racing. He felt anxious, but deep down, there was another feeling. Almost like...anticipation? But before he could process these feelings, a gentle squeeze to his side made him jolt. King Dedede chuckled as he continued poking and prodding, trying to get a laugh out his friend. "Come on now. Don't try to fight it. Ya know ya wanna laugh!"
As much as he tried to hold it in, Meta Knight was starting to crack. He could feel his resistance crumbling by the second. It was almost embarrassing how much this was affecting him. Suddenly, he felt a hand gently grab his wing. Meta Knight panicked as he knew his wings were very sensitive. Without warning, King Dedede slowly glided his fingers along the smooth skin of Meta Knight's wings.
And with that, the dam finally burst as all his pent-up laughter came pouring out.
"HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NAHAHAT THE WINGS! HAHAHA!"
King Dedede couldn't help but laugh as well. Meta Knight's laughter was too infectious. It was surprisingly loud and slightly deep, but he still found it adorable. "Hahaha! Aww, ain't that cute? Who'd have thunk the greatest swordsman in all the land could be so adorable?" Meta Knight could feel his face heating up. This was so embarrassing. However, after everything he and his comrade had been through recently, it felt kind of nice to laugh.
"Y-YOU ARE S-SUCH A—HAHAHA! NOT THERE! AHAHAHAHA!"
Meta Knight's laughter became more hysterical as the King started attacking the area where his wings connected to his back. The poor swordman could hardly think straight as the sensations flooded his brain. But despite his struggles, he didn't seem to be fighting back.
"If ya want me to stop, all ya gotta do is say you'll take a break~"
"HAHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NEHEHEVER! AHAHAHA!"
"Fine then! I can do this all day~"
Meta Knight tried his best to stay strong, but all this continuous laughter was starting to tire him out. Not only that, but he could feel that the hours of nonstop training were finally catching up to him. He was exhausted, and his friend must have noticed as he began to slow down his attack. "Hey, are you alright?" the king asked, worrying he went too far.
Meta Knight took a second to catch his breath before nodding his head. "Yes. I'm alright...my friend. I didn't even realize...how tired I was. I...haven't slept in days." He said. Dedede pulled him closer. "Don't worry. Ya can relax now. You're always so hard on yourself." Meta Knight felt his eyes grow misty, but he hastily wiped away his tears.
He closed his eyes as he finally dropped his guard for the first time in so long.
"Just promise me you won't tell anyone about this, okay?"
"Don't worry. I promise. Now just try and get some sleep."
And Meta Knight did just that...
Hey, everyone! Sorry that this took forever. I am struggling with my mental health, so uploads might be a little slow. Thank you all for being so patient with me!
These headcanons were requested by @as-dfghjkl. Sorry that they took forever.
Allister is laid-back, chill, and carefree. He's usually a "go with the flow" kinda guy, but sometimes he can have a bit of a hot temper.
More often than not, his friends will have to drag him out to activities. Although he'd never admit it, he actually enjoys their little misadventures.
He usually hangs out in his pool, and he's very protective of his domain. Only his closest friends are allowed in.
Speaking of close friends, he gets along well with most of the Nightmare Critters. Everyone says he's a good listener, but usually, he just zones out or falls asleep when people are venting to him.
His best friend is Icky Licky, who convinces Allister to be productive. He's also close with Maggie Mako, and the two will often hang out in the pool together.
Hoppy Hopscotch is his biggest rival. He finds her seemingly endless energy annoying and tries to drag her down, usually failing miserably.
Most people think that he and Catnap would be friends, but I think it'd be funnier if they actually hated each other. He's so lazy, even Catnap is like, "Dude, you have a problem."
He's a really good singer! He'll often hum to himself when he's floating along and sings in the shower. He doesn't like performing in front of others.
His laziness might be a defense mechanism. "If you keep people's expectations low, they'll never be disappointed in you..."
His favorite food is salmon.
His favorite song is "The Lazy Song" by Bruno Mars.
And with that, I've finally finished all the Nightmare Critters headcanons! If you guys are interested, I might do some more headcanons in the future. Right now, I'm working on finishing up some old requests. Thanks for reading!
Hey everyone. You've probably noticed my lack of uploads recently. I've never really had a consistent upload schedule and just post whenever I can. I usually take longer with requests because I want to make sure they're good. I prioritize quality over quantity.
I also got evaluated for ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), and I was able to get an official diagnosis. While this doesn't excuse my lack of posting, it does explain why I tend to struggle when I get flooded with requests. I'm going to start taking medicine soon, so hopefully that will help.
Thank you to my followers for being patient. I really appreciate you all sticking by me despite my inconsistent uploads. And to everyone who made a request, don't worry, the wait will hopefully be worth it.
Привет, ты скоро выложишь новый пост про щекотку, я так долго жду тебя:(🥺❤️
Hi! I'm sorry for the long wait. Things have been super chaotic at my house. I just finished college, so hopefully, I'll have more time to post new content. (Also, my mental health has been struggling.)
Again, I'm sorry for the long wait. Thank you for being patient. I promise I didn't forget about you! ❤️
Может быть ты придумаешь пересказ про Игрока который будет связан к операционному столу и Харли Сойер будет переключать управление и Игрока будут щекотать щётки, перья, когти, и другое. Они будут щекотать Игрока по всему телу включая его пальцы ног, живот, бока, подмышки, шея колени, пупок и ступни, а Харли Сойер будет наблюдать с удовольствием?
(I had to run this request through Google Translate, so I hope I'm getting this right.)
I really like this idea! However, I might change it up a little if you don't mind.
See, I'm not a big fan of non-consensual tickling, so I might rework it so maybe the Player agrees to let the Doctor run some tests on them. Of course, this would mean that I'd have to rework Dr. Harley a little so he isn't a total evil psycho, but I'm sure that won't be too hard.
TLDR: Thanks for the submission, but I might be taking a few creative liberties if you don't mind.
This was a request from @starlightglimglam27666 that I received a while back. Thank you for the request! I'm sorry it took forever!
Everyone has flaws. For Rabie Baby, that flaw was a love for gossip. She couldn't help it! There was something about spilling secrets that gave her a rush. Unfortunately, her friends didn't always take too kindly to this. One day, after accidentally letting one of Allistor Gator's more embarrassing secrets slip, he really let her have it. He screamed and shouted, calling her a "secret-stealing tyrant" along with a few other...choice words.
Rabie was so upset, she flew off crying. As she sat alone under a weeping willow, she heard a voice call out to her, asking if she was okay. When she wiped her teary eyes, she saw a cub about her age with ruby red fur and a soft expression of concerned compassion. "Bobby..." She muttered, gritting her teeth. "Hi, Rabie!" Bobby replied cheerfully. "Why are you crying?"
"Oh, why do you care? Just get lost!" Rabie snapped. But instead of leaving, Bobby sat down next to her. "I don't want to leave. I can tell you're upset. Please...let me stay. I won't force you to open up, but I'm here if you want to talk."
And with that, the floodgates were opened.
Rabie Baby began pouring her heart out and crying. Although Bobby could hardly understand her through her sobs, she still listened to every word. "I'm sorry that happened to you. Maybe you should try to talk things out with Allister. But for now, I think you could use a hug." Before Rabie could protest, Bobby pulled her into a tight, comforting embrace. While she didn't hug back, Rabie didn't seem to be rejecting the affection either.
Soon, Rabie's sobs died down to quiet sniffles, then silence. "Do you feel better now?" Bobby asked. Rabie nodded, but she was still frowning. Suddenly, Bobby had a lightbulb moment. They began to gently poke and prod the brooding bat's sides until finally—
"Eek!"
Rabie let out a squeal as Bobby struck a nerve. "Rabie, what happened? Did I hurt you?" They asked. "No! It just tickled..." Rabie replied. "You're ticklish?" Bobby asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Once she caught on to what was happening, Rabie Baby started panicking. "Hang on! Whatever you're thinking, don't do it!"
"Well, a little birdie told me that you had a tickle spot~"
"Little birdie? Poe! That dirty little—Ehehehe!" Her sentence was cut short as Bobby gave her another playful squeeze to the side. "Aww! Your giggles are so cute, Rabie! I wonder if I can make you laugh louder..." Rabie Baby felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She was anxious, but didn't seem to be making an effort to escape. Without warning, she felt Bobby spidering up and down her sides. She started squirming around, giggling uncontrollably.
"Don't do what, Rabie~? " Bobby asked innocently. All Rabie could get out was a giggle-filled, "Tihihickle meheehee!" Bobby paused, smiling sweetly. "Well, if you insist~" Realizing what she'd done, Rabie tried to backtrack, but it was too late. Bobby started gently scratching Rabie's belly, causing the poor bat to fall into a fit of hysterical, squeaky cackles.
Bobby couldn't keep themself from laughing as well. They weren't laughing at her but with her. "Hehehe! You're squeaking so much! You're like a little squeaky toy~" Rabie's face shifted to a dark salmon hue. "EEK! I'M NAHAHAT CUTE! I'M A NIGHTMAHAHARE CRIHIHITTER!" Rabie retorted before letting out another squeal.
"NOHOHO! EEK! NAHAHAT THERE! EHEHEHEEE! HAHAHA!"
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over all that giggling! You have the most adorable little sqeaks!"
Rabie's blush began to darken as she was teased more. She buried her face in her wings, trying to hide her blush. Unfortunately, all this did was encourage Bobby to keep tickling her. Despite her squirming and protests, Rabie didn't seem to be fighting that hard. Suddenly, Bobby stopped. Rabie took the chance to catch her breath. "Are you okay?" Bobby asked with a hint of concern in her voice. The bat nodded in response. Bobby smiled, holding her close to help her calm down.
Surprisingly, Rabie Baby ended up returning the embrace, wrapping her wings around the crimson cub. "Hey, Bobby," Rabie said nervously, "Can we...can we keep this between us?" Bobby nodded, making a zipper motion across her lips. "I'll never tell a soul." "Good. There's just one more tiny thing I wanted to ask." "What would that be?"
"Can you do that again?"
Soon, the air was once again filled with the sound of Rabie Baby's high-pitched, squeaky giggles.
Hello, everyone! Sorry that this request took forever. I've been struggling with my mental health. Burnout really takes it out of you. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more often once I finish school. As always, thanks for reading! Stay safe and stay beautiful!
Um... you don't have to do this one, but um... maybe a lee!Rabie and ler!Bobby? Bobby finds Rabie sad because Allister called her a "secret- stealing tyrant " and it hurt her feelings, so Bobby decides to cheer her up with tummy tickles. Poe told me that's her tickle spot.
Hi again! 👋
I saw your comment on my latest post, and I am currently working on this fic! It's a really cute idea! Rabie Baby is one of my favorite Nightmare Critters. I love her design, and she gives off those "mean girl" vibes.
Also, I have a headcanon that Rabie and Bobby used to be best friends and something happened between them, but that's a story for another day...
This fic was requested by @i-amsteve112, based on their ask! Thank you so much for the request. I hope you all enjoy!
Bubba had always been the brains of the Smiling Critters. He was the guy everyone went to for advice, always happy to share his insights on any situation. But DogDay had noticed that Bubba seemed a little...off today. He wasn't as talkative as usual, and when his friends asked him questions, his replies were short and simple. When he was questioned about it, Bubba claimed he was fine. But DogDay didn't believe it.
Later that day, he decided to visit his friend to find out what was going on. He knocked on the door and didn't have to wait long for a response. Bubba greeted him with a smile. "DogDay! Please, come in!" DogDay happily took the invitation and stepped inside.
After talking for a little while, DogDay finally asked Bubba what was wrong. Bubba froze up. "What are you talking about? Nothing is wrong! I'm fine." He replied with a smile...but his smile didn't reach his eyes. Now DogDay was even more suspicious. He needed to find out what his friend was hiding. Suddenly, he got a wonderful idea.
"Bubba, I know that you're lying to me. I can see it in your eyes. And if you don't tell me the truth...well then I'll have to make you talk..."
One glance at DogDay's wriggling fingers sent shivers down Bubba's spine. While he wasn't quite as ticklish as some of his friends, he still had a few bad spots, and DogDay knew that. Bubba scooted to the opposite end of the couch, trying to talk his way out of the situation he was in. "Wait! DogDay, can we just talk about this?" He pleaded. "Come on, Bubba! Just tell me what you're hiding, or the Tickle Pup is gonna get you!"
When Bubba refused again, DogDay pounced, wrapping his friend in a tight embrace. "Last chance, Bubba. Just tell me what's wrong~" Bubba almost caved in, but he chose to stay stubborn. "No way! I'm not gonna talk, and you can't make MEHEHE!" Bubba's retort was cut off as DogDay started scribbling along his stomach. As his friend finally burst out laughing, DogDay couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Hahaha! Your laugh is so adorable!" DogDay continued tormenting his friend's tummy, changing between light scribbles and gentle squeezes to keep him guessing. Bubba was already a blushing, laughing mess. He kept half-heartedly trying to push the pup's paws away from his sensitive stomach, but didn't really seem to be fighting it. Although the constant switching of methods was driving him crazy, his laughter shifting in volume and intensity.
"AHAHAHA! Hahaha! *snrt* NOHOHOHohohoh! *snrk* D-DogDahahay! Plehease DOHOHON'T!"
"'Don't'? Don't do what, Bubba?" DogDay asked with an innocent smile. "T-Tihihickle mehehe!" Bubba wheezed out through his giggles. "'Tickle you?'" DogDay parroted, pausing his tickle attack. "Well...if you say so!" Bubba's eyes went wide as he realized his mistake. He quickly tried to backpedal, but it was already too late. DogDay tackled Bubba, pinning him on his back.
Bubba could feel his stomach filling with butterflies. A wobbly smile was plastered across his flushed cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to muffle his anxious giggles. But as the seconds ticked by and nothing happened, Bubba began to get suspicious. Shouldn't DogDay have wrecked him by now?
He opened one eye, and as soon as he did, DogDay dove in and blew a loud, messy raspberry on his belly. Bubba screeched before falling into a hysterical fit of laughter. His entire stomach was shaking from the force of his laughs and DogDay's raspberry. DogDay had to stop due to his own laughter. "Hahaha! Wow, that was a shriek! I wonder if I can make you do it again..."
DogDay had completely forgotten the reason why he started this (getting Bubba to tell him what was wrong) and had instead chosen to destroy his friend with tickles. He kept blowing raspberries with varying intensities all over the little calf's trembling tummy, focusing on the area near the center of his belly and his belly button.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA! *SNRK* OHOHO MY GOHOHOSH! HAHAHA! DOHOHOGDAHAHAY! *SNRT* IT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO MUCH! HAHAHAHA!"
"Aww, does it tickle? Is your tummy ticklish?" DogDay cooed, talking into his friend's stomach. After another big raspberry on top of his navel, Bubba finally gave up. His cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling, and his face was burning with how much he was blushing. Not to mention that he was starting to get dizzy. So he pleaded for his canine companion to call off the tickles.
"HAHAHA! UNCLE! UHUNCLE! NOHOHO MORE!"
DogDay immediately stopped, causing Bubba to collapse into a puddle of breathless giggles. His cheeks were painted with a bright shade of cherry, and his eyes were glassy with tears. DogDay started to apologize for getting carried away, but once Bubba caught his breath, he assured his friend that he was fine.
"I shouldn't have hidden the truth from you. I guess I was just scared to tell you..." Bubba explained, averting DogDay's gaze. "It's okay. You can tell me anything! A good leader always listens. So tell me, what's got you down?" DogDay asked, placing a paw on Bubba's shoulder. After making him promise not to tell the others, Bubba leaned in and whispered into DogDay's ear. "I got a C on my math test yesterday."
DogDay gasped. No wonder Bubba was upset. Knowing him, getting anything less than an A was a disaster. Bubba tried to clarify that he was just anxious, and he knew that he could have done better, but DogDay stopped him. "You don't have to explain. Everyone has bad days! You can always ask Ms. Delight to retake the test. Besides, your grades don't define you. No matter what happens..."
DogDay paused as he pulled Bubba into a hug. "You'll always be the one we go to for advice. I'm glad you're my friend." Bubba started to get choked up. He hugged DogDay back just as tightly, a soft sniffle escaping his mouth. "Thank you. I think...I needed to hear that."
"Of course! You can always tell me if something's wrong." After the two finally let go, DogDay suggested that the two go to the library. Bubba got excited, claiming he had some books that he needed to return. He grabbed his books, and the two friends headed off.
While he was known for being the smart one, sometimes Bubba felt a little lost. But it was a good thing his friends were always there to help him, just like he did for them.
Thank you for reading! I always take a long time with requests because I want to make sure they're good. Quality over quantity is my motto. Thanks again for reading, and a special thank you to my followers for being patient with me. That's all for now. Stay safe and stay beautiful! 💜
Here's a quick fic that I whipped up for the holiday!
Pup Out of Luck
DogDay squealed as he felt someone squeeze his side. Even though his eyes were shut, he could still see CatNap's sly little smirk. "Oh, what's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He purred. "Sh-Shush! You little—Ehehehe!" His retort was cut off as he felt someone squeeze one of his ribs.
"Aww! Your giggles are so adorable~" Bobby cooed, continuing to squeeze those sensitive bones. DogDay whined through his giggles. Unfortunately for him, today was St. Patrick's Day, and he was the only one of his friends who wasn't wearing green. But instead of pinching him, his friends decided to tickle him. And while he didn't mind getting tickled, knowing that he was gonna have to endure his friends' teasing all day was enough to make him anxious.
He let out a rather loud yelp as Kickin' gave him a poke in the center of his belly. "AHAHA! No! Not there!" He whimpered. Finally, DogDay decided to make a run for it. Sadly, he didn't get too far before getting tackled by Hoppy. "Where do you think you're going? We're not done with you yet!" The rambunctious rabbit claimed. "Wait a minute! Guys, c'mon! Think about this!" He pleaded.
"Sorry, DogDay. We're just following the rules." Bubba said, taking a seat next to his canine companion. Suddenly, all of his friends started tickling the poor puppy. Hoppy kneaded under his arms, Bubba and Picky scratched behind his ears, Bobby scribbled up and down his ribs, Crafty used a paintbrush on his tummy, Kickin' held his left leg as he squeezed his thigh, and CatNap used his tail to tickle his right paw.
DogDay was a complete laughing mess. His face was painted a deep shade of cherry, and his eyes were welling up with tears. But even though he was getting tickled to pieces, he wasn't struggling that much. And that wagging tail was a dead giveaway that he was enjoying himself. His friends were also laughing, not at him but with him.
"Alright. I think he's had enough." CatNap said.
"Aww! I don't wanna stop yet!" Crafty whined.
"Me neither. But we don't wanna kill him." Picky jested.
After his friends finally let him go, DogDay melted into a puddle of breathless giggles. "You...You guys are so mean..." He said, but there wasn't any heat behind his statement. "We're sorry. I think we all got a little carried away." CatNap apologized. "It's okay. I'll get you guys back later." He replied with a coy smirk. "It was their idea!" Hoppy and Kickin' shouted in unison, pointing at the other.
"Hey! I heard there was gonna be a parade in the town! We should go see!" Bubba said. "Great idea! Let's go!" DogDay directed, leading his friends into the town. Sure enough, there was a huge Saint Patrick's Day Parade.
Even though they liked to mess with him sometimes, DogDay knew he was lucky to have his friends, and they were lucky to have a leader like him.
I'm officially twenty now. It's hard to believe I'm two decades old. I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for your support. I'm going through a lot right now, which is why I haven't uploaded in a while, but I'm still working on some requests.
