The idea occurred to me about those ai sites that like write short stories or grammar checks and such this. Ye. So. One of those BUT the whole thing is it promises to make fan fiction more realistic or make it feel real. That kinda jazz.
SO that thought was like Karl and Foosh are looking at ff for a reading ff stream and they stumble upon the site. They're reading a ff that's a tickle fic and had joked about how unrealistic it was because how absurd it seemed that people write them getting wrecked. Anyway. They plug the tkfic in the ai thingy and it's a story where c!Karl gets wrecked by his fiancés and so foosh and Karl click enter on the ai and from the computer emerges c!Quackity and c!Sapnap. And they proceed to wreck Karl line for line the way the fic said they would.
And of course Karl needs revenge and so he puts a fic in where Foolish is wrecked by Ponk and Sam.
Maybe they're scared at first bc Sap is typically depicted rather demon-esq and Quackity has wings and they're just trying to process what they're seeing only for the two to pounce on Karl and tickle him to pieces.
How about number 4 with ler ponk and lee Sam? I need to see my streamer get absolutely wrecked like he so deserve <3
ROSA!!! Thank you so much for this one. It's been ages since I've written Sam and Ponk, its honestly a crime. Hope you enjoy it!!
Prompt list Here
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It was quite common for Sam to be lost for hours working on redstone. If he could, Sam would have spent 24 hours a day just building with redstone and making new contraptions just for the sake of it. But sadly he needed to eat. And sleep. And company was also good too.
Ponk knew if he couldn’t find Sam, all he had to do was find Sam’s latest project. He’d come in to remind the creeper-hybrid to eat and take breaks, most of which were cuddles under the sun, but Sam got too focused into his work to enjoy the day. So Ponk offered to help.
“It doesn’t need moving. This part is fine.” Sam shut down Ponk’s suggestion for the third time.
Ponk huffed his frustration. “This would be over so much faster if you’d just listen to me.”
“Do you even know what I’m building?”
Of course Ponk didn’t. Sam’s projects could range from the simplest of things to the most complex contraption Ponk had ever seen. He never knew what they were until they were finished and even then sometimes an explanation was needed.
“I may not but I know how redstone works!”
“Yes yes, of course. For your little pranks.” Sam waved off as he looked thoughtfully to his machine. He tapped his chin in thought, speaking without thinking. “If I ever need help on dunking someone into slime, I’ll ask for your advice.”
The dismissing tone set off a fire in Ponk. He puffed himself up, with a glare in his eyes. Too bad Sam was too focused on his machine to see the warning signs.
“Big talk from someone who’s about to get tickled.”
Sam was placing down some redstone when the threat reached him. He paused half way through bending down, with his ears twitching. “Wha-ACK!”
His words cut off as Ponk launched into his sides and he was tackled to the ground. Sam didn’t even have time to regain his composure before nimble fingers dug into his sides, tickling up and down his ribs and thumbs drilling into his armpits.
Sam tried to turn over and push the pranking menace off him, but Ponk just slipped around, managing to get a good seat on Sam’s waist and unleashed on the hybrid’s ribs.
Ponk tickled down, kneading into Sam’s hips and squeezing up to his sides. “That does not sound like an apology to me, Sammy.” Ponk grinned. Sam was trying his hardest to push Ponk off, but working for hours with no breaks and being tickled mercilessly left him with no strength.
The tickling turned softer and softer, dying down until Ponk's tough was firmer, giving Sam’s side a soft massage. A tickly massage, but it was more comforting and making him relax more than shudder with ticklishness.
“You alright?” Ponk asked. Sam purred and nodded. “I think it’s time for a little break, Sam.”
Sam mumbled something, probably fighting it off, but when Ponk flopped onto his chest all the fight left him. He dragged his arms up and wrapped around the smaller doctor. Suddenly with Ponk cuddled into him and the sun warming them both, his machine wasn’t so important anymore.
Ponk uses any pronouns but I'm using he/him in this fic :)
This is not the real people, this is set in the Dream SMP and I'm basing it from headcanons/some lore
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
This is a bit shorter than my usual fics, but I hope you enjoy!
"Saaaam!"
Ponk's whine dragged through the air as he pushed the door open and slumped against the wood to close it. He waited for a moment before tipping his head back and releasing another dragged out cry for the creeper hybrid.
"Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam!"
A laugh echoed from down the hall. "Through here Ponky."
Ponk peeled himself off the door and stumbled down the hall of the house to where he'd heard Sam call. He leant against the door of the bedroom and looked up. He respectfully froze in place.
Sam was lying back on the bed, four legs just reaching to the end of the large duvet and a book held in his hands. It was a peaceful scene, but that's not what made Ponk lock up. Sam wasn't wearing a shirt, and his fluffy torso was bathed in the sunlight coming through the window. The green fuzz caught the light and made the fur almost shine. The hybrid looked up from his book when the silence stretched out, blinking in surprise when he saw Ponk in his doorway.
"Hey Ponky" Sam smiled, his fangs just showing with the fond expression. "Good day today?"
Ponk was still somewhat caught up in seeing the rare sight, took a moment to shake himself and look at Sam. "You're not wearing a shirt."
Sam laughed again, soft and deep. "No I'm not, do you want me to put one on?"
Ponk didn't really have an answer to that so he went with an alternative. He ripped his mask from his face and stumbled over, tiredness still clinging to his weary form. He then promptly flopped onto the bed, burying his face in the soft fluff.
Sam gasped, going rigid at the sudden contact but Ponk was too focused on the warm, fuzzy surface smooshing into cheek to really care. He hummed in satisfaction, the sun had heated Sam's fur, and the fur itself? Softer than silk. It was very rare when he got the opportunity to cuddle Sam without a shirt, he was gonna cherish this as long as he could.
"U-Um...Ponk?"
Ponk only gave a noncommittal grunt, fully intent on passing the fuck out thank you very much, but when a hand gently held his cheek, he let his head raise.
Sam was watching him with a confused expression, but concern was written in his dark eyes. Ponk wasn't really the type to just collapse when he saw a bed, much less take his mask off unceremoniously. He was pretty hesitant to take it off, even around Sam.
Ponk sighed, leaning into the creeper hybrid's hand. "What?" He grumbled.
Sam's thumb brushed over his cheek, a worried warble rumbling through his throat. "Are you okay Ponky?" He murmured, voice dripping with concern that made the man melt.
"...Yeah" Ponk hummed, a soft smile lifting his lips as he gently pulled away from Sam's hand and dropped it back onto Sam's stomach, nuzzling the fuzzy surface.
He heard, and felt Sam's intake of breath, his abdomen pressing in slightly as he froze. Ponk's eyes fluttered open to look blearily at the hybrid who was watching him.
"You okay?" He asked.
"I…" Sam's ears dipped a little as he looked away and…was he blushing?
Ponk lifted his head, cocking it to the side curiously as Sam, usually very articulate, stuttered out a weak sentence. He then balled up his hand into the duvet, refusing to meet his boyfriend's gaze.
Ponk leant closer to him, eyebrows arched as he lifted a hand to tilt his face back to him. "Sam?" He said, his tone prodding Sam to talk.
The hybrid blinked at Ponk, then dropped his gaze with a grumble, silently running through as many excuses as he could before he sighed in defeat. "It- It may have- ugh…it….I'm just a bit sensitive okay?"
Ponk stared. Sensitive? Emotionally? Yeah, Ponk knew that from experience, but physically? That was new. He let the air settle between them before gently letting go of Sam's chin and easing back to where he was previously lying. He considered Sam for a moment. The hybrid was refusing to look at him now, his ears bent back as a deep green flush claimed his cheeks.
Ponk waited another moment before dropping his face back into Sam's stomach, blowing a raspberry into the fur. Sam practically jack-knifed with a shriek, four legs kicking out as his arms flailed uselessly.
"POHOhonononk!" He pressed out with a gasp, giggles tumbling out of him as he glued his back into the headboard of the bed.
Ponk lifted his face again with a smug grin, eyes sparkling with mischief as Sam calmed down. Dark eyes locked to his own, flicking over his face in hopes of finding an explanation. He clearly found nothing as he stuttered out a giggly question.
"W-whahat- whahat on ehearth was thahat for?" He puffed out his cheeks that were warmed with a forest green tinge
Ponk snickered, nuzzling his cheek into the soft fur again and smiling at the soft giggles Sam let out from the action. "You have a nice laugh" he hummed, his tiredness slurring his words a little. "And your fur is soft...really soft...how the hell is it this soft? This is illegal."
Sam snorted, lowering his hand to brush over Ponk's hair gently as he tried to bear the slight tickly sensation on his stomach. "You're shattered aren't yohOHOU- NOHOhoho Pohohonk nohohot agahahahain!"
Ponk laughed, breaking off his second raspberry as he laid his cheek into Sam's belly, being lightly bounced as the hybrid giggled loudly. Sam’s tail thumped on the bed much to Ponk’s delight, and to Sam’s embarrassment.
"Thihis ihis whihihy Ihihi dohon't tahake ohoff mihiy shihirt" He whined, pressing his free hand to his mouth to muffle the high pitched titters.
Ponk hummed, brushing his face into the fluff. "Cause you'll get attacked by the Raspberry Monster? Oh no, what a travesty~" He blew a small raspberry into his stomach again, grinning at the squeal Sam gave. "Besides, you haven't told me to stop yet."
Sam gave a choked protest but covered his warm face without another word, looking away from his boyfriend. Ponk laughed softly, lifting a hand to brush his hand over the silky fluff.
"It's not bad Sam" he murmured fondly, "it's really endearing actually, I thought you couldn't get any cuter and you pull some shit like this, unbelievable."
Sam dropped his hand down so it was covering his mouth, showing his shy but warm eyes. "Pretty rude of me huh?"
"So derogatory" Punz shook his head, sharing a grin with the creeper hybrid. "Better fix that unruliness huh?"
"Wha-?"
Ponk planted his face into Sam's belly, shaking his head as he blew out a raspberry into the skin, grinning into the fur at the squeal he heard and the increase of speed of Sam’s tail. Sam was pressed flush to the headboard, his head tipped back in his giggle fueled mirth. Ponk couldn’t resist cooing at the adorable nature of the hybrid.
"Awww, you're just a giggle monster aren't you? What a cutie, I could do this all day you know~"
Sam clamped his hand further around his mouth, his tail wagging happily from the attention and the teasing. Ponk grinned at the reaction, and the fact that he didn’t argue with the idea. Sam was a big ol puppy at heart. Although, he couldn't his laughter properly with his mouth being covered.
"None of that you big green doof" Ponk gently snagged Sam's hand and held it away from his face. "I wanna see your smile, and you keep muffling your laughter, stop that."
Sam turned his head with a shy giggle, flustered and sweet and melting Ponk's heart in an instant. He gently scratched a finger against Sam's side, blowing another raspberry into his middle.
"Ayehehe! Nohohot- nohoHOhot thahaha- Pohohonk!"
Sam was a mess of bubbly giggles and squeaks, his usually protected abdomen under a tickly assault. He'd always been incredibly wary of exposing such a vulnerable area, but he trusted Ponk, and the attention was nice. He let himself melt into the bed, giggling softy and squeaking when he felt Ponk place a kiss on his stomach.
“Sleepy Sammy?”
Sam smiled and nodded, squeezing Ponk’s hand in a silent question to stay. Ponk hummed to himself as he laid his head on Sam's stomach, nuzzling the fur and scrunching up his nose with a smile when a few stray strands brushed at it. He used his hand to comb through the fur, scratching occasionally to hear a squeak. His other hand held Sam's securely, brushing his thumb over the skin gently.
Sam melted under the affection, relaxing further into the pillows and watched Ponk with half lidded eyes. His tail settled to rest on the bed, the end thumping gently on the duvet to show his enjoyment. It had been a while since he and Ponk had been able to relax together, he was going to hold onto this as long as he could. He felt his chest uncoil and a familiar instinct take over.
Then, to Ponk's absolute euphoria, a steady rumble pulled from Sam's chest. He stared up at the creeper hybrid adoringly, Sam's eyes now closed and a warm smile on his face. Ponk lifted his legs up onto the bed, curling onto the space available. One of Sam's eyes opened and he gave a disapproving hum and wrapped his arms around Ponk, hefting him up further onto his chest. A small noise left the man at the sudden change, blinking as Sam nudged his head and settled back into the pillows.
A smile lifted Ponk's lips as he rolled his eyes and settled down. "Comfy?" He chuckled.
In response, Sam gave a deeper purr, arms wrapping securely around Ponk and nuzzled his head again. "Yes" he pressed out between purrs.
Ponk chuckled again, letting his eyes slip closed and rested his head heavily on Sam's chest, the deep rumbles melting him into a relaxed state.
The pair fell asleep in the sun of the bedroom, wrapped tight in each other's arms, soft smiles on their faces.
Thank you to @sageinacage for requesting this!
Prompt: OKOK so i feel like sam would always tickle ponk bc it was amusing, but what if ponk has had enough and wrecked sam's shit instead? >:)
I didn't know what to name it but oh well
Ler!Ponk Lee!sam
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Ponk loved being friends with Sam but there were times that Sam was an absolute Tickle Monster.
Ponk was sad? Tickles.
Ponk took something? Tickles.
Ponk did absolutely nothing? Tickles.
At this point in their friendship, Ponk was always the one getting tickled, but trust me he would get revenge if he could!
But as he never found the opportunity to tickle Sam, he knew nothing about if Sam was ticklish or even where he was ticklish.
Pouting and sitting on the couch, he didn’t realize his tall friend was sneaking up behind him.
“Hey there Ponkie! Whatcha doin’?” Walking around the couch and sitting next to him.
Jumping slightly as he heard Sam behind him and then seeing him appear next to him, he just decided to ask because why not.
“Sam?”
“Hm? What is it Ponkie?”
“Are you ticklish?” He asked, looking the taller man in the eyes.
Looking away, slightly flustered he replied in the most monotone voice he could muster, “U-um no why?”
Seeing his face turn slightly green at the question Ponk smirked.
“Ponkie what’s with that look?”
“What look Sam~?”
“Y-You look like you’re gonna do something!”
“Like THIS” Saying that he tackled Sam and dug into his sides.
Yelping and bursting into giggles Sam tried to get away but he couldn’t focus on anything but the tickly feeling shooting through his nerves.
“Pohohohonk! Whahahahat ahare yohou dohohoing?” Sam asked through his hysterical giggles.
“Tickling you silly! You always tickle me so I guess this is revenge!” Ponk said as he dug into Sam’s stomach scratching and clawing all over the taller man’s stomach.
Hiding his quickly growing green face in his hands he giggled out a muffled, “shuhuhut uhup!”
Acting fake offended, Ponk dug into his underarms while teasing, “Awe~ Hey! Don’t hide your face! I wanna see your adorable smile and blush~!”
Sam’s arms shot down to his sides as his underarms were tickled.
“POHOHONKIE NOHOHOT THEHERE!” Sam cackled, throwing his head back.
“Awe~ Sam does it t-ti-tickle?”
Turning green at the tease, Sam shook his head while cackling. Deciding to give him a slight break he eased up with the underarm tickling and just traced his stomach.
“Awe~ Sam you’re laugh is so cute! I should definitely tickle you more!”
“Shuhuhut uhup Pohonk!”
Gasping dramatically, Ponk wiggled his fingers right above his ribs while in a sing songy voice he teased, “I’m gonna getcha Sammie!”
Ponk giggled along with Sam, slightly shocked at the boom noise that came from the man below him.
“AWWW SAM YOU LITERALLY EXPLODED WITH LAUGHTER! THAT’S SO CUTE!” Ponk audibly cooed at him while continuing to massage and scribble between and around his ribs.
“POHOHOHOHOHONKIE IHIHIT *snort* TIHIHIHICKLES!” Sam turned an even deeper shade of green at the snort he let out hoping and praying that Ponk didn’t hear it.
Unfortunately for him Ponk heard and his face lit up.
“Sam, was that a snort~?”
“NOHOHOHO IT WAHAHAHASN’T!”
“I think it was~! Do it again!!”
As Ponk continued to scratch at his ribs, Sam let out a few more snorts in between hysterical laughter.
Realising Sam was very quickly reaching his limit, Ponk decided to finish it off with one last thing.
Lifting up his shirt up to his ribs and taking in a gasp of air, he blew the longest raspberry he could manage on Sam’s ribs while squeezing up and down his sides.
Sam realised what he was gonna do, but before he could even plead, he was thrown into happy hysterics as Ponk blew the raspberry.
Stopping right away, he rubbed away the phantom tickles while pulling Sam’s shirt back down.
Recovering from giggles, he pulled Ponk into a hug, cuddling him.
Ponk accepted the hug and ran his hand through his hair.
Thinking to himself he knew he was going to regret that but at least he got to hear Sam laugh.
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THERE WE GO FIRST PROMPT DONE WOOOOOO
Sorry it’s so bad!
Foolish is fine when Sam and Ponk tag along to watch him build. He is fine when Sam and Ponk decend into flirting, because that's what always happens. He is suddenly not fine when Sam starts tickling Ponk over the stupidest of things and suddenly he's irritated. Suddenly he's jealous. But is he jealous of Sam? Or Ponk?
First fic back after break. I do not apologise for it being about Sam, Foolish and Ponk.
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When Foolish decided on a project in mind he mentally prepared himself for the days of tedious work. Mine a block, place a block, collect more blocks then place those blocks. It was no surprise that when friends offered to tag along, Foolish accepted it enthusiastically. He was happy for any company, making the work go by faster.
So why was he in such a mood?
“Aw Ponk. I think I found another grumpy spot.”
“S-Sahahaham! F-Fuhuhuck ohohohohoff!”
Sam and Ponk were hanging out as Foolish made his way towards his build and they offered to join him. The shark-totem happily agreed and the three made their way to Foolish’s build. Luckily all his work today was working on the ground floor, so Sam and Ponk sat close by with conversation to keep the day going. Somehow the conversation had dissolved into very obvious flirting/arguing. Ponk had called Sam ‘stoopid’ over something. Sam took offence to Ponk’s sudden grumpy mood, but he had a perfect solution.
“Pick-Me-Up-Pinches.” He called them, and judging by how fast Ponk tried to escape, this was something they were familiar with.
Sam gave Ponk his promised pinches. He held around Ponk’s stomach with one arm and kneaded up and down Ponk’s side, starting from his ribs and worked all the way down to his hips. Ponk broke down into laughter immediately, struggling like a fish out of water and clawing at Sam’s arm, but the warden was much stronger and Ponk was not moving.
Foolish had laughed at the ridiculous squabble before turning back to his work. Not seeing the tickling though didn’t mean he could no longer hear it. His ears were filled with Ponk’s cackles and Sam’s soft taunting coos. Foolish’s tail whipped behind him as his skin prickled with an unusual heightened sensitivity. The warm sun was suddenly hotter than before.
“SahahahaAHAHAM! N-N-Knohohohock ihit ohohohoff!” Ponk’s laugh jumped up and down with octaves wherever Sam moved. Sam wasn’t a tickler to stay in the same spot. He gave a few kneads into one spot before quickly moving on to the next. It made Ponk’s laughter sound like sweet hiccups.
“Someone still sounds grumpy.” Sam thought out loud with a hum. “I think someone still needs a few tickles.”
“When you two asked to come along to hang out, this is not what I had in mind.” Foolish spoke up over the laughter. Usually Foolish was patient with Sam and Ponk’s shenanigans. He was used to being the “third-wheel” for their flirts and playful teases. He joined in with them usually, but something about today was making his tail lash and setting his nerves on edge. It was unlike Foolish to be in a sour mood. Maybe he was annoyed they were having fun as he was stuck with his work.
Ponk’s laughter died down as Sam’s attention focused onto Foolish. He was still kneading into Ponk’s hips, letting him kick and wiggle but still not escaping. “I can’t help it if someone needs an attitude adjustment.”
“Seems more like you were bored and wanted something to do.” Foolish took a step back from his build, trying to look at it and see if it matched the picture in his head but his mind was too focused on the giggles behind him. He turned back to Sam and Ponk.
Sam sat over the ground against a rock. Ponk was a squirming ball of giggles on Sam’s lap and wrapped under his arm. His laugh was calm and almost dying down until Sam’s hand went up to his ribs, squeezing just under his armpit and he was struggling, kicking and turning like a fire was suddenly lit under him.
“SAHAHAHAHAHAM!!!”
“I don’t want to tickle the grumps out of Ponk but if he’s sitting there being grumpy I can’t just leave him.” Sam spoke so casually despite his hands tickling the living daylights out of Ponk.
Sam’s hand squeezed along Ponk’s thigh and the masked one crumbled instantly. Foolish felt a tingle run up his own thigh and he shuffled his legs, working the feeling through his skin. Another bubble of frustration welled in his chest; so unlike him.
“You two could have had this couple’s scuffle away from my build.”
Sam gave an exaggerated pout towards Foolish while the golden god inwardly cringed at himself. What was wrong with him? He was never so snippy before, even when he was having off days. Why was today making him lash out?
“Aw Foolish, I think you’ve caught some of Ponk’s grump.” Sam teased him. “Maybe you need some Pick-Me-Up-Pinches too.” He grinned, making Foolish scoff.
Foolish was glad for Sam’s playful mood. If at any point Sam questioned Foolish on his temper he’d have no answer for him and he’d feel worse. He felt even more worse for the fact he couldn’t pinpoint his frustration. He was fine with Sam and Ponk’s playfulness before. Why was it annoying now?
Sam gave a small chuckle, drawing Foolish’s attention again. He was still grinning at the demi-god but it was a different sort than his teasing one. His eyes were softer, half lidded like he knew something Foolish didn’t. He stopped his tickling, letting Ponk melt and pant in his arms.
“Maybe you want to help me, Foolish~?” Sam offered, his voice going softer.
“Wh-What?”
“WHAHAT?!”
Foolish’s cheeks flushed a deep gold while Ponk turned bright red. They made some pathetic attempt for escape but the energy had been tickled out of him.
“N-NOHO! Sahaham! Fohoholish! D-Dohon’t!” Ponk pleaded. Without even being tickled, he giggled into Sam’s shoulder, burying and hiding his face against the creeper-hybrid’s sweater.
Something in Ponk’s voice touched in Foolish’s heart as he looked to the mortal. He felt a pang of sympathy for the doctor, but before he could respond (in all honestly Foolish didn’t know what he was going to say), Sam spoke again.
“He won’t touch you, Ponky.” Sam assured him. His arm around Ponk’s middle seemed to pet over him in a soothing motion, but it wasn’t long until the creeper’s fingers were kneading into Ponk’s sides, giving him soft tickles and making him jump and laugh again. “But Foolish can choose where you get tickled next.”
Somehow that idea was more flustering to Foolish than to actually tickle Ponk. His cheeks felt like they were burning and his words came out jumbled with his scoff.
“Th-That’s just-! I-I mean why would I even want that!”
“Well maybe with your help, telling me where to tickle him, we can get the grumpiness out of Ponk faster and you can get back to your build.” Sam offered cheerfully. His stupidly warm smile was not helping Foolish’s fluster, nor was his idea helping Ponk’s predicament.
“Ihi’m not gruhumpy, you just-NAH! Sahaham!”
Sam gave another squeeze into Ponk’s side to cut him off.
“So, Foolish,” Sam carried on, ignoring Ponk’s giggly pleas below him. “Where should he be tickled next?”
“Oh anywhere?” Sam chuckled. “Well if you don’t want to choose, Foosh, maybe I’ll just choose Ponk’s favourite spot.”
For a spot deemed as Ponk’s favourite, the doctor had quite a reaction to the mention of it. Like electricity running through his body, giving him new energy he jumped in Sam’s arms and struggled, kicking and clawing anywhere he could. Foolish was impressed he actually managed to get a bit out of Sam’s grip. He wriggled his way out and got about an inch away from the creeper-hybrid before Sam caught him again, wrapping his arms tighter around Ponk’s waist and pulling him back onto Sam’s chest.
“No you don’t!” Sam laughed at the squeak Ponk gave. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“F-Fohoholish! J-Just chohohose somewhehere!” Ponk pleaded through his giggles.
“Oh! Even Ponky wants you to pick a spot now.” Sam pouted up at Foolish again. “How could you deny such a sweet request?”
Foolish’s ears twitched, filled with Ponk’s giggles of anticipation as his mind ran though the possible choices. “I don’t… S-Stomach!”
Sam’s gave a slow grin, his eyes turning soft again as he settled Ponk against his chest. “You hear that Ponk? I get to tickle your tummy~”
Ponk whined but said no more. He tried his best to turn his head and bury it into Sam’s neck to hide himself. “Why there, Foolish?” Sam asked.
“I-I don’t know! I-It’s a usual spot, isn’t it?” Foolish excused with a shrug. He ignored the worming, wiggling feeling that started to grow in his own stomach as he mentioned the spot.
“It is,” Sam agreed before cooing to Ponk as he positioned his hand over Ponk’s stomach, wiggling his fingers. “Get ready Ponky~”
“Sahaham!” Ponk muffled into Sam’s sweater, refusing to look at the tickling approaching which might have made it worse, for as soon as the wiggling fingers touched over his sweater covered stomach, Ponk yipped and laughed, arching his back and wiggling in Sam’s hold.
The realisation hit Foolish as he watched Sam’s fingers scuttle over Ponk’s belly, tickling him through his sweater. His own stomach tingled and fluttered with erupting butterflies.
Foolish wasn’t mad over Sam tickling Ponk. He was jealous.
His frustration stemmed from want rather than annoyance, which came as some relief to the shark-totem but did not help the fluster in his chest or the blush on his cheeks. He tried to turn from the tickling, pretending his focus was back onto his build, but as long as he could still hear the laughter, the tingling travelled through his skin.
“S-Sahahahammy! Stahahahap! P-Pleheheahahase!” Ponk’s bubbly giggles muffled into Sam’s shoulder. Sam continued his tickling, kneading along the bottom of Ponk’s tummy until he squeaked. “SAHAHAHAM!”
“Oh it’s not up to me Ponky.” Sam spoke softly, teasingly. “Foolish is in charge of your tickles today.”
“Ihihihi’ve hahahad enohohough!”
“Hmm. I don’t know.” Sam raised his head, grinning softly to Foolish who just happened to be caught looking at the wrong time. His cheeks flushed golden again, and he quickly turned back to his build. “What do you think Foolish? Has he had enough tickles?”
A pool of warmth spread in the pit of Foolish’s stomach, tingling over his skin and making his mind fuzzy and soft. “He still sounds grumpy…” He mumbled. He couldn’t admit so openly he wanted tickles so he’d settle for living it through Ponk. Not that he minded that either. Ponk’s laughter and giggles were sweet and Foolish could listen to them all day.
“He does still sound grumpy.” Sam heartily agreed. His tickling picking up with his mood as Ponk’s laughter kicked up. “Where should we tickle next?!”
“Whihihihiy aham I beheheing puhuhunihihished fohor yohou beheheing bohohored!” Ponk giggled. He pushed against Sam’s arm, and tried to wiggle out of the creeper-hybrid’s hold until Sam tightened his grip. He pulled Ponk in against his chest and pressed in to whisper in his ear.
Foolish couldn’t hear what was said. His ear twitched to listen but Sam was speaking too softly. Whatever he said it seemed to calm Ponk down. His struggling stopped, his arms going limp and he gave a glance over to Foolish. His red cheeks calmed from his bright red blush. A glow of something sparked in his eye but with a blink it was gone. Whatever Sam had whispered to him had quelled his annoyance, and he melted into the warden’s lap as though accepting of his fate.
“Where now Foolish?” Sam prompted.
Foolish tail gave a single wag before he curled it around his leg. He swallowed, hard. “Uh… ribs…” Foolish tried, and failed, to make his voice seem uninterested. As though he was just choosing a random spot and not going off the tingling that he felt on his own ribs. He watched Sam’s fingers, imagining what those nails would feel like raking down his ribs.
“OH! His ribs!” Sam’s voice chirped in high pitched joy. His words came out with a trill. “Ponky~ I can get your favourite spot~”
The reluctant acceptance that Ponk had before was thrown out the window, replaced with panic again but Sam expected it, keeping his arm tight around the smaller man.
“NO! nOhOhHOHO! Fohoholihihish!”
A pang of guilt Foolish’s chest, only for a second before excitement tingled through his nerves. He’d forgotten Ponk’s ribs were a sensitive spot for him, but he couldn’t hide the wag of his tail. He didn’t know Ponk’s ‘favourite’ spot was on his ribs.
“Ohohoho~ Ponky~ Are you ready?”
“NOHohOhoHO! NOHO! Gehehet ohohohoff mehehehe!” Ponk twisted and rolled, pushing back against Sam’s chest. To his surprise Sam did let him go. The creeper uncurled his arms from Ponk, leaving him alone only for a second before his hands latched onto Ponk’s ribs, scribbling up and down the bones and soft skin. “NOHOHOHOHO!!!”
Foolish winced at the squeal before Ponk descended into mad cackles. He struggled and fought but Sam’s hands were unmoving. Fingers latched on, digging and kneading into the ribs.
“Tickle-tickle-tickle Ponky~ I’m gonna get that favourite spot~”
Sam worked his hands up, kneading to the top of Ponk’s ribs. He held under Ponk’s armpits while this thumbs drilled into the top ribs. The instant the thumbs touched on those ribs, Ponk’s threw his head back into silent laughter. The silence was only lasting for a moment before a flood of cackles and screaming laughter tumbled out of his mouth.
Ponk struggled and kicked, wiggling like a fish out of water. He almost got out of Sam’s grip. He managed to twist one of his sides out Sam’s hand but before he could free any more of himself, Sam wrapped his arm around Ponk’s torso, pulling the smaller man back over his lap and kneading into the ribs on his right side. He gave the man a small break, kneading up and down the ribs instead of focusing on his worst spot.
“Well that’s the point, silly.” Sam just cooed. “We need to tickle all those grumps out of you and I think Foolish chose an excellent spot!”
Foolish was currently turned away, trying to calm the golden glow on his cheeks while he could still hear Ponk’s sweet laughter. He had to wrap his tail multiple times around his leg to stop it from wagging and even then the tip of it was wiggling just slightly. He had watched until Ponk’s escape attempt, then he had to turn away when the tingles on his own ribs became too much to handle.
“Why’d you choose the ribs, Foolish?” Sam asked. His low voice pulled Foolish out of his fluster, but not enough to calm his blush or get the shark to turn back to him. He knew Sam must have stopped his tickling on Ponk because he could only hear giggles and low pants from the doctor.
“It’s…an eheasy spot to tickle.” Foolish swallowed back his giddy words. Ponk had calmed down now, but there was no way Foolish was turning around to face them. He just focused on the build in front of him, trying to play it off that he was judging it’s size and look. He had to calm down. “And theres so many ways to tickle them. A lot of options.”
“There are.” Sam quickly agreed. “You can play them like a piano, drumming all up and down them, or just the classic raking up and down.” Sam’s smile turned to a grin, though Foolish couldn’t see it. “You like nails running over your ribs, don’t you Foolish? That’s your favourite.”
“I thought his favourite was pinching with his ribs.” Ponk added in. His voice was less breathless, clearly recovering fast. Foolish couldn’t see though as his face was glowing.
He didn’t expect the attention to turn onto him and it was doing nothing to quell his want. Though, honestly, trying to work it out through Ponk getting tickled wasn’t helping him much either. Instead of suppressing his want, he felt more of a desire for it. His ribs were tingling and mind reeling over the thoughts of Sam running his nails along his ribs while Ponk pinched over the lower ones.
“Where do you want next, Foolish?”
If Foolish wasn’t so caught up in his own mood and paid just the slightest bit of attention to Sam’s words then maybe the shark totem would have picked up on the subtle change in tone or how it was worded. Instead his mind was stumbling, trying to think of something to say.
“Sides…”
Sam game a low hum in thought, turning it up to end in an interested tone. “Hmm. Why there, Foolish?”
The golden shark opened his mouth but quickly closed it. He was about to say because it was the worst spot, but that wasn’t true. Sides were Foolish’s worst spot, not Ponk’s. “It’s uhh…” Foolish swallowed. “It’s a good spot…”
Sam gave another hum. “I dunno. Doesn’t seem like a good spot.”
Foolish nearly choked on his gasp. “What do you mean?! I-It’s a good spot!”
“What’s so good about it?” Ponk asked, gaining his composure completely.
“They’re just…they’re sensitive! A-And responsive! Every part of them is just…t-ticklish.” Foolish could barely get the word out. “T-They’re soft and-and easy spot to reach from a-anywhere.”
Sam and Ponk hummed in unison behind him and he could only hope he had convinced them with his choice. He never considered that he might have been giving too much away. The jealousy was starting to frustrate him, but it wasn’t like he could just ask Sam to stop tickling Ponk and tickle him instead. Or ask both of them to tickle him. That thought made Foolish’s face practically glow.
“Well, Ponk’s sides aren’t really that sensitive.” Sam wondered aloud. Foolish didn’t hear how close the creeper-hybrid was. If he had just listened out he’s clearly hear Sam had moved, and Ponk was now very, very quiet.
“But how are your sides?”
“Wha-?”
Foolish realised too late that Sam and Ponk had moved. Much too late as he felt Sam’s arms wrap around his chest. He was pulled back rather suddenly, pulled off his feet but he didn’t fall for long before he landed on something soft, but firm, and warm. He was stunned for a moment, blinking in surprise but that small moment of stun allowed more than enough time for Ponk to position himself over Foolish’s legs, straddling over his thighs and holding them down.
The soft landing Foolish hit was Sam’s chest. His back was pressed up against the creeper’s wide chest as his legs were beside Foolish’s sides, closing him in.
A giggle escaped Foolish’s throat before he could even think to hold it back. It was squeaky, sudden and it made Ponk giggle along with him.
“You’re already giggling, Foosh. You’re not gonna last long.”
“L-Lahast long?” Foolish looked between Ponk and Sam who was smiling warming behind him. “W-Wha…”
“If you wanted tickles Foolish, you could have just asked.”
Foolish’s blush could have probably been seen from space with how bright it was. “N-Noho! Whahahat!? I-Ihi don’t w-want that!” The lie fumbled out of Foolish automatically, immediately going for defensive. Judging by Sam’s chuckle behind him, it wasn’t being believed.
“You could have fooled me. Your tail was tagging up a storm when you were watching.”
Foolish cursed under his breath. Curse his traitorous tail. Curse it now for still wagging without his meaning to, thumping on the ground before he had the sense to stop it. Even though it stopped he still knew Sam and Ponk had both seen it.
“You kept looking over with your longing puppy-dog eyes, Foolish.” Sam continued. “If you wanted to join in tickling Ponk I knew you would have done it. You’ve done it before. But you clearly wanted something.”
His traitorous tail swished again. “N-Noho…” Foolish shook his head. “I-I don’t! I juhust want to finish th-thihis- W-WahaIT! WAIT!”
Sam’s arms hooked under Foolish’s arms, pulling them up and out to his sides. Foolish squealed, pulled and tried to bring his arms down but Sam caught him by surprise and before he could summon any strength, Ponk was pinching at his ribs, working his way up to the top of the ribs, and then running his nails back down his ribs to start all over again.
When the first pinch touched his ribs, Foolish fell apart. It was like a dam of pressure, suddenly bursting and letting out every laugh and snorting giggles.
Ponk’s hands pinched up, beyond Foolish’s ribs till they were scribbling in his armpits. It wasn’t Foolish’s most ticklish spot, but after the dam opened nothing could stop the laughter from just flooding out. He wriggled from side to side, trying to kick his legs but Ponk kept them down firmly and Sam had a good hold on his arms.
“You’re hardly even trying, Foolish!” Sam teased behind him. “You’re barely even fighting against me.”
Ponk had shuffled himself down, kneading and scribbling over the tops of Foolish’s knees. The masked doctor wasn’t even going for spots that were bad with Foolish usually. His knees made him giggle at best but his whole body felt overly sensitive, like he was a giant nerve, every little flutter and brush just made him lose it. Even Sam’s chuckling breaths were tickling his ear, making him shudder and hunch his shoulder.
“You’re just so giggly, Foolish.” Sam giggled along with him. “You must have been waiting so long for tickles.”
“N-Nohoho…” Foolish managed to speak with more clarity as Ponk’s tickling died down. It didn’t stop, but he was just lightly squeezing and scribbling up and down Foolish’s thighs.
“It’s a good thing Sam noticed, otherwise you’d have been left without tickles for so long.” Ponk cooed. His hands travelling further, coming up to Foolish’s hips. His tickling was still soft but knowing he was getting so close to his sides, Foolish near squealed.
“NAhaAHAHAhaha! P-Pleheheahahase!”
“Please what, Foolish?” Sam’s soft voice dropped his tease, but kept his warm, comforting tone. He must have given a look over to Ponk because the tickling nearly stopped, just becoming a soft touches along his hips. “You need to tell us what you want.”
Foolish opened his mouth and then just as quickly he closed it again. What did he want? The natural response was to ask for it to stop, but he didn’t want that. He wanted tickles. He wanted Ponk to dig into his sides while Sam teased and tickled over his ribs.
But he couldn’t just say that. They were just waiting for him to admit it and laugh at him. The cruel thought slowed Foolish’s tail till it eventually stopped. How could he say he wanted tickles and not expect them to laugh at him?
The dark thoughts didn’t have much time to fester as a loud purr rumbled against his back. Foolish turned his head in time for Sam to lean down, brushing his cheek against Foolish’s. The demi-god felt the fluffy fur along Sam’s jaw brush along his skin. "There’s no shame in asking for tickles.” Sam purred.
A warm tingling pooled in Foolish’s stomach, making his tail twitch for a moment before he forced it still again. “I-Its…weird…”
“Says who?” Ponk piped up. He shuffled forward more. “Who’s been telling you these lies?” He demanded playfully and it made Foolish giggle.
“There’s nothing weird about it,” Sam nodded, making the fur along his jaw rub and tickle Foolish’s cheek. “And especially not when you’re with people who love you and would be more than happy to give you what you want.”
Foolish felt overcome with a wave of emotions. There was doubt, of course, but it was overwhelmed with support and smothered with love. A calm feeling of safety settled in Foolish’s chest, though that meant his blush slowly came back and Foolish ducked his head into Sam’s neck to hide it.
“Do you want tickles, Foosh?” Ponk teased softly.
Foolish nodded.
“You need to tell us, Foolish.” Sam urged, one of his fingers giving a small poke into Foolish’s side. “You need to say ‘I want Sam and Ponk to tickle my sides’, otherwise how are we gonna know?”
“S-Sahaham!” Foolish squirmed.
“Or you could say ‘I want Ponk to tickle my sides while Sam tickles my ribs’.”
“Pohonk!”
“Or, ‘I want Sam to tickle my sides and Ponk to squeeze my hips’.”
“G-Guhuhuys!” Foolish giggle mixed with his huff. He refused to bring his face out of the safety of Sam’s neck. “Th-Thahat’s nohot fahaihir!”
“We’re not going to tickle you until you ask.” Sam positioned his hands to the top of Foolish’s sides. He pressed his fingers in just slightly. It shouldn’t have tickled normally, but Foolish was too sensitive and already dissolved into giggles. It wasn’t helped when Ponk poked just above his hips.
“So what’s it going to be, Foolish?” Ponk cooed.
Foolish gave a small whine of a giggle. “P-Pleheahase…”
“Please what?” Ponk prodded. Literally prodding into Foolish’s side.
Foolish let out another whine. “P-Plehease t-tihickle mehehe…”
Sam and Ponk looked at one another then grinned. “Tickle you where Foolish?”
He whined again. “G-Guuuuuys!”
The two took mercy and Foolish wasn’t sure if he was thankful for that. While the anticipation was killing him, to finally get his tickles was like a twisted blessing.
Every nerve in Foolish’s body was suddenly alert and alive as Sam and Ponk started their tickling. Sam unhooked his hands from Foolish’s arms, squeezing up the top of his sides as Ponk vibrated his fingers, slowly working up to the middle of Foolish’s sides and then slowly scribbling back down.
Foolish threw his head back onto Sam’s shoulder, laughing and arching his back. His sides were doing a terrible dance between trying to move away from their hands and trying to push in for more. The battle between the want and his instincts to fight against it wasn’t at all helped with the two’s cooing.
“Look how wriggly he is~ Is he wriggling for more tickles or to get away~?”
“Its definitely for more! He’s barely even putting up a fight~ He’s not even told us to stop~”
“NAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!!!” Foolish shook his head, trying to bury it and hid in Sam’s neck but the creeper-hybrid pulled back, leaving him nowhere to hide when Sam ducked his head and blew a raspberry into Foolish’s neck.
“Sahahahaham!!!” The raspberries made him giggle more than laugh, trying to hunch his shoulders to force Sam out of his position.
Ponk seemed to take the example because he pulled back his hands, then pushed forward and blew a raspberry over Foolish’s side.
“P-POHOHOHONK!!!” Foolish screamed.
“What a great idea, Ponky!” Sam chirped up, reshuffling himself to come out from behind Foolish and slide down his side.
Ignoring the shark totem’s plea, Sam pressed his lips to Foolish’s other side and blew in a large raspberry, matching Ponk who had taken in another breath and done the same. The two were now on either side of the golden shark, their arms wrapped around his hips and legs to hold him still as they blew their raspberries up and down Foolish’s sides.
Foolish tried to turn over, but he couldn’t turn from Sam who was too strong at holding him down and when he could manage to wiggle his way to the other side and slightly cover his left side where Ponk was, the masked doctor would weasel and squeeze in to continue.
Foolish’s laughter was starting to get squeaky, being broken up more and more by his hiccups, but he screamed when the two started nibbling over his sides and it send him over the edge.
The moment the two heard the safeword, Sam and Ponk pulled back immediately. They untangled their arms from Foolish, watching the demi-god curl up immediately and throw a hand protectively over his sides. He flinched slightly when he felt Ponk nuzzle his way through his arms and curl up into his chest and Sam half lay over Foolish’s side; but when he realised the two were done with their tickles he relaxed, melting into their warmth.
“You feeling better?” Sam purred. Foolish nodded, partly snuggling into Ponk’s white hair after the smaller man had taken off his mask. “You got all your tickles out?”
The tone was teasing, but not mean. Foolish blush and partly hid in Ponk’s fluffy hair as he nodded again. Sam made a squeaky laugh, pressing a kiss into Foolish’s shoulder.
“You can always ask us for tickles, you know.” Ponk spoke. His usually boisterous voice was softer, calming. “We’re always happy to help.”
Foolish felt the support from the two, but it wasn’t enough to completely clear away his doubts. “It’s…a hard thing to ask for…”
“The amount of times Ponk’s asked us for strange things or help with his stuff, you’re absolutely fine.” Sam pointed out.
“Oi!” Ponk’s voice was loud, making Foolish cringe. “Don’t act all high and mighty! Just the other week you came to me asking to have your back tickled!”
Foolish’s ears twitched to that, catching the fluster in Sam’s voice.
“S-Shut up!”
“Oh?” Foolish’s tail flicked with his coo. “Sammy~ That sounded like a grumpy answer~”
He could feel Sam stiffen above him, slowly moving off Foolish while Ponk uncurled himself, looking up with a mischievous glint in his eye.
“I think someone else needs some ‘Pick-Me-Up-Pinches’~” Foolish’s tail wagged at the suggestion, as Ponk slowly rose to his knees. Sam backed off.
If u still doing ficlets, may I perhaps trouble you for a sequel to the fic where Ponky got put in a tickle machine? He must want a fair bit of payback against Sam… - Rosa
I had to hold myself back on this one because I could have went so long on this ficlet. Tickling machines are my jam and I will go overboard.
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Ponk’s plans for revenge were usually simple, but not really thought through. He’d get ideas and follow them through the best he could which could really be down to a coin toss of how they’d turn out. In simple terms, Ponk wanted revenge for being put into the tickle machine by Sam. Now maybe he had deserved it but that wasn’t the point. The point was Sam needed to know how terrible damn machine was. The plan was simple. Ponk would find where the tickle machine was kept, call over Sam under the little lie of hurting himself and when Sam rushed in Ponk would turn on the machine. The plan worked flawlessly until the rushing in part. Ponk had no idea how the machine worked so when Sam came close, Ponk just pushed every button and the machine went crazy. It pounced onto Sam, tangling up the creeper-hybrid in it’s wires before the mechanical hands tickled everywhere.
“POHOHOHOHOHONK! SH-SHUHUHUHUT IHIT OHOHOHOHOFF!” Sam barked out between his spurts of rough laughter. The machine was ruthless, more ruthless than it was with Ponk. Ponk only had a few hands tickling him were as he’d apparently pushed some button that meant every hand possible was tickling Sam. There was no ticklish space left untouched over the Warden’s body. “POHOHOHONK!”
“Uhhh…” Ponk stared blankly at the control panel for the machine. Nothing was labelled or even looked remotely like an off button. There was a lever on the side which Ponk just assumed was an off switch and pulled it. The majority of the hands stopped tickling Sam, but the ones still on him now zeroed in on squeezing and kneading up and down his thighs. His worst spot. Sam’s laughter kicked up to a completely new octave and Ponk looked for another solution. As much fun as this revenge was, Ponk was dreading to think of what payback Sam would be thinking for him now.
Could we maybe get lee!Sam and ler!ponk with paws?
made this a lot softer than planned. Hope that's alright. If another paw request comes in i'll do more tickles with it
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Ponk’s absolute favourite spot to settle in was right in front of Sam when the warden would change into his centaur form. He’d nestle himself in between Sam’s big paws and cuddle back into Sam’s chest as green haired warden would then cross one of his paws over Ponk’s lap. Between their chatting and the comfortable silence, Ponk’s hands would absent-mindedly fiddle with the paw. His thumb ran over the tops of the black furred toes. His fingers traced along the claws before he slipped his hand under to the paw pads.
Ponk’s finger circled around the pad, tracing the outline before slowly, slowly circling into the centre. Sam was already giggling on the first circle. His claws shuffled, flexing and kneading softly against Ponk’s hand. Ponk’s fingers tapped up to Sam’s toe beans, carefully tracing his nail down each of them and Sam shoulder’s shook with his laugh. Soft breathy gasping laughs that warmed Ponk’s heart and he just had to coo. “Your little toe beans are much more ticklish than your paw pad.”
Sam giggled into Ponk’s white hair. His muffled laughter tickled the back of Ponk’s neck slightly, but not enough to stop his skittering fingers or gently squeezing each of the toe beans and cooing over how adorable they were. Yes, this was absolutely Ponk’s favourite place to be.
