June 12th
so i know that the mcytickle month event ended, but there were still a couple of prompts i wanted to do! here’s the first one :D also, a bit inspo for this fic came from a fic by @soft--dragon, which you can read here!
word count: 2,704
prompt: beacons
character: fundy
warning: this is a sfw tickle fic! don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable :]
ItsFundy: Eret!!
The_Eret: Fundy, hey! :D What’s up?
ItsFundy: Remember how you said that you were looking for some extra flowers for dyes? I managed to find some for you!
ItsFundy: Do you want me to bring them over now if you aren’t busy?
The_Eret: You got flowers??
ItsFundy: All kinds of them!
The_Eret: That’s fantastic!! Thank you Fundy :)
The_Eret: Although, I am a little bit busy tonight D: Is there any chance you can bring them by tomorrow morning?
ItsFundy: Yeah, that works!!
The_Eret: Alright! I’ll be at the front castle gate then tomorrow morning, waiting for you :)
ItsFundy: Got it!! Have a good night, Eret!! See you tomorrow!!
The_Eret: Goodnight, Fundy. :)
Fundy smiled as he set his communicator down on the table, closing his eyes and letting out a yawn. He double checked the chest he had set down in his home, making sure all of the flowers that he had collected for Eret were there. Even though he was getting tired, he wondered if maybe, he should start making the flowers into dye now, to save his royal friend from doing as much work. He picked out an allium from the chest, before hearing a familiar noise.
Buzz! Buzz!
“Eret is still messaging me?” The fox thought to himself, walking over and picking up the communicator again.
The_Eret: Oh I forgot to mention one thing!
The_Eret: So I’ve been working on a new defense mechanism over the past few days to keep out intruders and any hostile mobs. It should be off by the time you get here, but if you arrive early, just message me and I’ll turn it off before coming outside
ItsFundy: A defense mechanism? What kind is it??
The_Eret: You’ll know what it is when you see it :)
Fundy squinted at the screen of his communicator, unsure if he was reading right or too tired to read that correctly. A defense mechanism? Even stranger, one that he would know when he saw it? That was…certainly a weird thing to describe.
ItsFundy: Alright, got it
ItsFundy: Have a good night!
He turned off his communicator, setting it back down on the table where he initially placed it. He was low-key tempted to arrive earlier than he planned to, so that he could see whatever this “defense mechanism” was. However, Fundy decided against it. It had been a long day for him, and he wanted to get some well deserved rest.
The morning soon came, and Fundy awoke as he felt Yogurt’s fuzzy white face muzzle up against his own. He smiled softly, giving the other small chin scratches as dawn still bled through the curtains. After getting dressed, making the flowers he had into dyes, and separating the dyes into bags so they wouldn’t mix together while in the chest, he was ready to go. He grabbed his communicator, typing a quick message.
ItsFundy: Leaving now, I’ll be there shortly!
Putting the communicator in his pocket, he picked up the chest of dyes, said goodbye to Yogurt, and headed out the door.
The walk to Eret’s castle was…longer than he had hoped. Quite tiring, honestly. He wished he had lived closer. However, he eventually made it, walking down the path to the royal building. However, Fundy found that the closer he walked towards it, the brighter it looked. Squinting his eyes, he looked up to see what was causing such a blind.
Well, this was new.
Fundy had always known that Eret liked beacons, and he had a full array to make the whole rainbow. But today, all of the light from his beacons was a light lavender shade. Not only that, there was a lot more light, meaning more beacons. So many beacons actually, that it made a line from wall to wall, meaning it would be impossible to waltz into the castle without walking through the light.
The fox approached the wall of light curiously. This was very likely the new defense mechanism that Eret had mentioned. But…what would happen if he went through it? Would he get hurt? Poisoned? Electrocuted? Would it trigger an opening gate that would release a bunch of vicious dogs?? Fundy didn’t want to think of the answer. So, instead, he pulled out the communicator he held once more.
ItsFundy: Hey, I’m here
ItsFundy: I think I found your defense thing, and it appears to still be on. Should I just wait here for you to turn it off?
Fundy sat on the ground, facing away from the light, as looking at it for too long might just blind him. He didn’t know if anyone else was awake right now, and he didn’t want to disturb anyone. He sent Eret another few messages, growing impatient.
ItsFundy: Hello????
ItsFundy: Erettttt
ItsFundy: Are you awake???????
Ten minutes had passed, and still no Eret. Fundy decided to turn around, squinting as he faced the wall of light, stepping forward. Curious, he reached his paw out to feel a ray of light, sticking it in for a couple of seconds before pulling away.
“…Nothing happened.” He mumbled to himself. If anything, it just left a small, tingling feeling on his paw, that he was easily able to rub away. With a newfound sense of confidence, Fundy grabbed the chest of dyes from off of the ground, holding it with both hands. If nothing was happening to him with these beacons, than what was he so afraid of? Taking a deep breath, Fundy closed his eyes, stepping through the wall of light.
When he opened his eyes back up, it was like nothing had ever happened. That tingle that he felt in his paw wasn’t even there, absent everywhere on his body. Fundy let out a sigh of relief, setting the chest down on the ground.
As he looked around, he noticed that one mob managed to sneak past Eret’s defenses… a spider. A relatively small spider, probably the size of a house cat, seemingly as unbothered as Fundy was. The two made eye contact, and it started to creep towards him on all eight legs. Fundy started to back away, reaching for the sword in his hilt.
However, the unexpected happened next.
Fundy started to feel that strange tingling again that he had first felt in his paw. But this time, it was near the bottom of his legs. Whatever it was, it was enough to knock the fox over, and he crashed to the ground. It was a bit scary, honestly. He didn’t know what was happening as he continued to back away from the spider, hoping not to take any damage. But, when he thought things couldn’t get stranger, he was proven wrong.
The feeling started to leave the bottom of his legs and go up to his knees, swirling around the caps of them and underneath them. It stayed there, and then he felt more of the tingle move to his thighs. And then, the feeling started to change. It became lighter… it felt like there was a tingling feeling resting on his thighs, under his knees, and on his kneecaps. And suddenly, the tingle picked back up again, but it was different. It felt like invisible fingers, lightly trailing all over Fundy’s legs, and the young fox’s eyes widened in horror as he made another observation.
It tickled.
It tickled really fucking badly.
Fundy slapped a paw over his mouth, starting to hear his own muffled giggles start to pour out. One by one, he was able to detect each and every move that the sensation in his body decided to move to. He felt buzzing all over his thighs, as well as what felt like invisible, skittering fingers below his knees and above his kneecaps. He squeaked, kicking his legs to attempt to get rid of the feeling, and now holding both paws over his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the spider tilt it’s head, as if it too, didn’t know what was happening. It started to creep forward towards the wriggling fox, getting up close and looking at him. He watched the spider curiously, hoping it would be friendly. It creeped forward, then nuzzled it’s head against the soft fur in Fundy’s neck, which made him squeal.
“WahaHAIT- noHoHOHO! Dohohon’t dohoho thAHAHAT!” Fundy moved his hands to lightly push the spider’s head away from his neck, his laughter finally flowing free. He didn’t want to hurt the spider by pushing it away, but at the same time, he couldn’t handle the nuzzling feeling in his neck. And just like magic, the feeling in his legs started to appear on his neck, making everything more unbearable than it already had been.
He tried his best to squirm away, but it didn’t work. No matter how much he moved, the feeling wouldn’t leave anywhere on his body. He could feel fluttering fingers on his neck, and was now starting to feel light tracing along his ears. Those touches felt rather nice, and if it weren’t for the ticklish spider nuzzles, he would have melted right into the touches. Fundy started to feel tingles and buzzes on his ribs, making him once again squeal with laughter.
“EhEHErehet! SohoHOMeohone!! HehEHELP MEHEHE!!” He called out, hoping someone would be around to help him out of this situation. But for now, he was forced to lay there and take the tingles.
Fundy couldn’t tell you how long he had laid there for. It felt like forever, when in reality, it had been about five minutes with no changes in the tingles and buzzes. He was a bit tired tired out, his squeals and shrieks from before now reduced to light giggling.
“…Shit.”
Fundy turned his head to see the king of the land, Eret, just having opened the front gate, then quickly turning around and heading inside. On the wall inside the castle, Fundy caught a glimpse of a wall of levers that hadn’t been there the last time he visited. Eret flipped a switch before turning around, quickly walking towards his friend, shooing the spider away from him and watching it creep away.
“Fundy, I am so sorry.” Eret sighed, sitting himself down next to the giggly fox. “There was supposed to be a clock mechanic in my defense mechanism that would make it turn off in the morning, but I think I fucked up the redstone while working on it. I’ll have to get that fixed on my own time…”
“Yehehahah, yehehah. Yohou’re fihihine.” Fundy giggled, practically breathless.
“Speaking of my defense mechanism, I see that you found it.” Eret looked towards the lights from his beacons, which were now back to their normal, rainbow pattern. “And…I see that it worked. Curiosity killed the cat. Or, well, the fox, in this case.”
The fox groaned, hating that he could hear the smirk in Eret’s voice. “Oh, shuhut ihit.” He snapped, giggles still pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall.
“Hopefully, you didn’t get too wrecked while I overslept a little.” Eret chuckled, lightly scratching at Fundy’s stomach. What he didn’t expect was for Fundy to suddenly squeal and push his hands away.
“EhEHERET!” He clutched onto his stomach, blocking him from being able to continue.
“Hm?” The king looked at the fox with a puzzled expression, before he remembered something, a smile gracing his lips. “Ah, right! So, Fundy. How these lights work is that they send ticklish shockwaves throughout whatever part of your body touched it, for a certain period of time. By the looks of it, you put your whole body through, meaning that the effects would last for about fifteen minutes, and that it should wear off of you in a few. However, one thing is that when you’re under the effects of the beacon and you’re touched… it amplifies the effects of the shockwaves.”
As if on cue, Fundy could feel the buzzing in his body start to spread out and creep towards his stomach. The feeling was light and tingly, and by looking at Eret’s smug grin, he could tell that he would have quite a bit of breath to catch after this.
“W-Wahahaihit! Nohoho! Nonononono…” Fundy whimpered. He didn’t even know who he was pleading to, and he could feel a blush on his face he heard the king’s amused laughter. Before he could blink, he saw Eret’s hand race to his stomach, scribbling all over, and the tingly feeling that was already there suddenly skyrocketed in effectiveness. Fundy shrieked, trying to squirm away from Eret’s hand.
“EHEHEHEHAHA- EHEHEREHET! THAHAHAT MAHAHAKES IHIHIT SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!!” He cackled, his body quivering as he felt tingles all over his body.
“Oh, really? Well, I could switch to this instead!” Eret leaned down to give Fundy a raspberry, which only made him laugh harder. “Awww, is that better?”
“IHIHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOT!”
The king couldn’t help but laugh along with his friend. “Ahahaw, are you a little ticklish, Fundy? Can you not handle some little tummy scribbles?” He teased, smirking as he saw his friend’s face go bright red.
For the last couple minutes of Fundy’s tickley torture, Eret skittered his fingers, made claws with his hands, peppered raspberries here and there, squeezed up and down, and spilled teases into Fundy’s ears as if they were the new gossip. Once finished, Fundy was a smiling, giggling mess on the ground, curled up in a ball.
“Your tail was wagging that whole time, by the way.” Eret laughed. Fundy only groaned, but couldn’t stay mad at his friend for long. Once he regained his composure, he stood up, dusting the dirt off of his jacket from rolling around in the grass.
“I turned all of the flowers into dye for you, by the way. They’re all in that chest.” He nodded, pointing to the chest on the ground.
“You did?” Eret’s eyebrows raised up. “Fundy, you didn’t have to do that, bud.”
“What can I say? It’s what friends are for! Anyway, they’re all in the chest, take a look!”
Eret did as Fundy suggested, opening the chest and digging through. He had even separated dyes into separate bags as well? He was quite impressed, he wouldn’t lie. However, it wasn’t long until his heart dropped when he heard a familiar sound.
BZZZZZZT!
He looked towards the beacons on his right, which were now back to their light lavender color. He turned towards the open castle door. Fundy had flipped up a switch, cracking his knuckles as he walked towards his friend.
“Wahait, Fundy. Let’s talk about this.” Eret stood up and started to back away, before he was backed up against the wall of light.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Eret? Are you scared of just a little bit of tickling? It can’t be that bad.” Fundy said sarcastically, a wide grin on his face.
Eret looked around, knowing he wouldn’t be able to get out of this scot free. However, he did have one idea. The king quickly grabbed Fundy’s wrist and leaned back, pulling both of them so that their whole bodies passed through the light of the beacons. They both landed on the ground, and Fundy realized what was about to happen to him.
“Eret! What was that for?!” He asked, watching as his friend laughed softly.
“What?! I wasn’t just going to let you do this to me and have it be one sided!” Eret laughed as Fundy’s ears dropped down.
“…Oh, you are so asking for this.” The fox smirked, moving towards Eret and scribbling at his stomach. The king let out a surprised yell, laughing and trying to push his hands away. It wasn’t until he reached out and squeezed Fundy’s side that he made him squeak and draw back. The two glared at each other, mischievous intent in their eyes, knowing that they were thinking the same thing.
If they were going to be laughing because of the effects of the beacons, they were going to be sure of the fact that the other person would be laughing harder than the other.
And that day, on the grounds of Eret’s castle, a battle commenced, and it was more giggly than any other battle that had ever taken place.
