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The Ticklish Prince of Gigglewood (F/M)
🕑 Added 2023-11-17 21:06:55 +0000 UTCThere once was a prince who lived in the far off kingdom of Gigglewood.
The prince was very kind and gentle.
He was always so punctual, sweet to everyone in the kingdom, fulfilled all of his princely responsibilities, and even helped the King and Queen and all of the other villagers of Gigglewood with whatever they needed with a smile.
He was also so dashingly handsome.
Villagers and members of the royal court would always comment about how handsome he was, both in looks and in nature.
People would come from far and wide to witness the prince and all of his beaming beauty.
The prince was happy to meet new people and make new friends and to live a life so prosperous and pure.
But among those that would speak of his gorgeous looks and his brilliant mind and his stellar kindness, there was also something else about the prince that everyone knew more than anything else.
The kindly prince of Gigglewood was also very, very ticklish!
Many all around the kingdom of Gigglewood were ticklish, but the young and handsome prince was known to be especially ticklish all over.
In fact, the prince was the most ticklish person in all of Gigglewood!
The villagers of Gigglewood would tickle the prince every day.
His laughter was so musical and beautiful and loud.
So loud that it could be heard from all over the kingdom!
Old Mrs. Bunny would tickle the prince’s tummy with her hands every time he passed by her pie shop.
Mr. Bear and Mrs. Fox would see who could get the prince to laugh the loudest by taking turns tickling beneath his arms.
The Kitty sisters would always run out and play with the prince, eagerly tickling away at his soft, sensitive feet every time he came by their cottage.
People all over Gigglewood would come to the palace just to tickle the prince.
More would come from far away lands to also have a chance to tickle the prince.
And the thing was… the prince loved to be tickled!
He loved being tickled by everyone!
The King, the Queen, all of the villagers and all of the visitors!
He would just laugh and laugh and laugh, making everyone who heard his laughter so happy!
Tickling the young prince became such a common, yet revered occurrence through Gigglewood.
The prince would be tickled publicly for festive holiday celebrations.
The prince was told that his future bride would be chosen by who would tickle him best in a courting ceremony where any eligible lady could submit their hand.
For his birthdays, the King and Queen would place the young and handsome prince in a cozy, elegant pair of stocks made just for him out of the finest wood and silk.
For his parties, the King and Queen would invite everyone from the kingdom to visit the palace and to tickle the prince as much as they liked.
There, the prince would sit in the stocks for hours!
Visitors lined up to watch and toy with the young prince.
Some chose to come behind and tickle the prince's delicate underarms.
Some even pulled up his princely garments to tickle at his smooth, plush belly.
But most came up to tickle all over his trapped and helpless feet!
The prince's feet were so soft and sensitive that most people couldn't resist skittering their fingers all over the young prince's soles.
Wave after wave of new villagers would come up, hour by hour, to tickle the ticklish prince.
Their nails scribbled and scratched across his heels.
They brought soft brushes to stroke up and down his arches.
They even brought up their own feathers to grace the prince's squirming, bubbly toes.
The prince laughed through every second of every ticklish wave.
His laughter reached all over the kingdom of Gigglewood and even several surrounding others.
His laughter invited all who heard it to come up and tickle him for as long as they wished.
But there was one person who could not hear the prince's laughter.
In a far away kingdom, an evil witch lurked in a dark and lonely castle.
She knew of the prince through the news shared of his incredible ticklishness, but could not hear his laughter.
She longed to be included in the joy of being able to hear his ticklish laughter and vowed revenge on those who denied her the privilege.
“Why should they get to hear his laughter, but not me?” the evil witch would say bitterly and alone in her castle.
She began hatching an evil scheme in her mind.
A wide sneer stretched across her face as she thought of a plan.
“If they can keep the ticklish prince away from me, then I should take the ticklish prince from their land and keep him here all for myself!” the evil witch declared.
She cackled as she began to set her plan into motion.
One very dark and cloudy night, the witch appeared in the prince’s chambers.
She cast a spell on the prince that put him into a deep, deep sleep.
She transported the prince back to her castle in the dead of night, completely unseen by any of the prince’s royal guards.
Once the evil witch brought the prince back to her castle, she stretched him out across a big, wooden rack.
She prepared her own playfully ticklish supplies and tools while the prince finished his deep sleep.
When he awoke, the evil witch was right there at his side, smiling over him.
“Wh… where am I?” the prince questioned nervously.
He stared up at the witch, wearing long, black robes and a hat as wide as it was tall.
She sneered over him, wiggling her long, boney fingers, tipped with pointed black nails, over his face.
“Well, well, well, my dear ticklish prince is finally awake,” the evil witch loomed over him. “Fear not, young prince, for I am the evil witch of the Bellowing Bog and I have you now safely within my castle.”
“E-evil witch?” the young prince began to panic. “L-let me go! Please!”
The witch cackled as the boy pulled at the cuffs holding his wrists and ankles, tightened over the ends of his royal pajamas.
“My, my, you’re not going anywhere now, sweetie!” the evil witch said. “For too long, I’ve been denied that lovely, delicious, ticklish laughter of yours. That all ends now, for you see… you belong to me now and I’m going to harvest all of your ticklish laughter for myself forever and ever and ever!”
The young prince stared back.
“Y-you’re going to… t-tickle me?” the ticklish prince asked.
“Of course!” the witch answered, looking up and down his body. “I’m going to tickle you all over! Just coochie coochie coo all over that ticklish body of yours until you’re screaming with all of that wondrous laughter! And when you think you cannot laugh anymore, I’m going to keep tickling you! Just keep tickling you over and over and over again forever! Haha!”
The witch screeched with her own proud laughter before lowering her hands down upon the prince’s royal belly.
The witch turned to look at the delightful dread across the prince’s face, but instead saw a look that she had not expected.
“Oh boy!” the prince said, wearing a beaming smile and glowing expression. “I just love being tickled, Miss Witch!”
“Oh?” the evil witch asked, recoiling slightly.
“I’m super ticklish all over,” the prince added, “but please don’t think you have to go easy on me. I may scream, but I’m tough. I can take it! Please tickle me as best as you can!”
“Oh, you may think you like being tickled now, boy, but just you wait,” the evil witch said. “I have some tricks that’ll really get you screaming with laughter!”
“Oh wow, I can’t wait!” the ticklish prince said. “Please, give me all you got! I bet you’re really good, especially with those fingers of yours.”
The witch laughed.
“Oh, my boy, you haven’t felt anything yet…” the witch said, with a soft giggle.
Her fingers began to shift atop the prince’s belly.
Her nails slipped effortlessly across the quivering surface of his silken pajama top, skittering and scraping against the prince’s tender belly.
“Neeeeeaaaaaahhhhhahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!” the prince squealed into a musical fit of laughter.
His arms and legs pulled at the cuffs holding him, his hips wiggling in place as the evil witch's nails scribbled all over his ticklish belly.
The boy shifted against the rack as he laughed, his face beaming with elation as the tickles poured through him.
The evil witch smiled as her fingers ravished up and down and all over his ticklish tummy, drinking in all of the laughter that she had been deprived of for so long.
“My, my, you are quite the ticklish one!” the evil witch remarked. “I’ve never tickled someone as sensitive as you. And your laughter is even more beautiful than I could have imagined!”
The evil witch laughed and giggled as she tickled the young man’s ticklish belly.
She drove her scribbling fingers all over his tummy, skittering and scratching wildly.
She even plunged a single nail deep into his belly button, wiggling it all over.
She grinned as she tickled the ticklish prince as well as she’s ever tickled anyone before.
“Naaaaaahhhhahahahahahahaa!!! I’m saahahahahahaoooo ticklishhhhhahahahaha!!” the ticklish prince cried out, his voice echoing all over the dark, gloomy chamber.
The ticklish prince squirmed in the cuffs holding him down.
He squealed and squeaked with light, fluttering laughter.
The evil witch laughed along with him, skittering wild tickles all over the ticklish prince’s tummy.
“You’re my ticklish prince now,” the evil witch cackled. “I’m going to tickle you each and every day, all for myself!”
Her long, sharp nails danced rapidly around the ticklish prince’s belly.
The ticklish prince cried out, bucking and tossing his head side to side.
“Naaaaahhhheeeeheheheheheeehahahhahaaaa!! Yeheheheeehehesss pleehehahahase!!” the ticklish prince laughed.
The evil witch giggled, her hands exploring all over his ticklish belly.
“Now, what about these cute little armpits?” the evil witch asked. “Are they ticklish too?”
Before the ticklish prince could answer, the evil witch’s hands became thrust up into his underarms.
The evil witch’s scribbling nails dug into his slick, soft armpits, skittering an explosion of tickles all through his whole body!
“Gaaaaaahhahhahahahahahaaaa!!! Yeeeaaahahahahaaaaasss!!!” the ticklish prince squealed with laughter.
The ticklish prince pulled at the cuffs on the rack.
His body thrashed and flailed, but could not get free from the cuffs making him so helpless to the evil witch’s tickles.
But even as the evil witch tickled so well, making the ticklish prince scream with laughter, he knew how much he enjoyed his time there, being the evil witch's ticklish prisoner.
He squealed and pulled and bucked all about as the evil witch’s scribbling nails attacked his slick, sensitive armpits.
“Coochie coochie coo!” the evil witch chanted over and over, making the ticklish prince feel even more ticklish!
“Naaaaaahhhhhheeeehehhahahahahaaaa!! Ohhh gaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!!”
The ticklish prince’s laughter filled the whole dungeon.
It echoed down every hallway and into every chamber, pouring his echoing cries of ticklish laughter all throughout the evil witch’s castle.
Tears trickled down the sides of his face.
His cheeks glowed bright red as the evil witch’s long nails tormented his ticklish pits with endless skittering and scratching.
Every digging touch sent flurries of tickles exploding through his body.
“Faaaaahhhhahahahahahahaa!!! It ticklesssshahahahahahahaaa!!!” the ticklish prince cried, laughing tirelessly.
“Heehee, I know, my ticklish prince!” said the evil witch. “And your precious laughter is all mine from now until the end of time!”
The tickles continued, getting faster and faster as the ticklish prince’s laughter echoed through the entire castle.
Every little flick of the evil witch’s nails sent wave after wave of tickles bursting through the ticklish prince’s body.
When the evil witch stopped once more, the ticklish prince could hardly catch his breath.
He huffed and heaved and laid stretched out with a big smile across his face.
“My, my, you certainly can take a lot of tickles, my handsome prince,” the evil witch said.
“I told you… I can take it!” the ticklish prince answered bravely, his face gleaming with joy and sweat.
“We’ll just see about that,” the evil witch said back.
She went down to the bottom of the rack, right up next to the ticklish prince’s bare feet.
The prince could hardly contain the excitement on his face.
He wiggled his feet in the stocks, showing off how unable to get them free he was.
They were locked in tightly and all the evil witch’s to play with.
The ticklish prince’s royal feet were blushing with a radiant warmth.
They sat before the evil witch as soft as pretty pink flowers or two baby bunnies eager to be played with.
“Looks like I’ve found a helpless pair of ticklish bare feet,” the evil witch said. “I wonder what would happen if I were to do this!”
The evil witch swiped a single nail across one of the ticklish’s prince’s soles.
The ticklish prince squealed into a fit of giggles, his body jerking suddenly.
“Aaaahhheheeehehehe!!” the ticklish prince laughed.
“Heh heh, or what about this?” the evil witch asked, tracing another nail across the ticklish prince’s other sole.
Once again, the ticklish prince shrieked into louder giggles.
“Eeeeekkkkhhehhehehehaaa!!”
“Very nice,” said the evil witch. “But I wonder what would really happen if I did… this!”
The evil witch launched into full, rapid scribbling against both of the ticklish prince’s feet at once!
Her nails skittered and scratched over the entire length of each trapped foot, feasting on the ticklish prince’s hyper-sensitive soles.
“GAAAAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” the ticklish prince exploded into a new fit of laughter.
His arms and legs pulled at his binds as his hips bucked off of the rack beneath him.
He threw his head back to laugh, the tickles pouring through his senses.
His feet flailed in place, unable to fight off the tickles of the evil’s witch’s devilish fingers.
“Hehehe, tickle, tickle, tickle, my ticklish prince!” the evil witch taunted.
She laughed along with the ticklish prince, enjoying the display of the boy’s overwhelming ticklishness.
His laughter flowed out like a chime, musical and whimsical, the most beautiful sound the evil witch had ever heard.
“AAHHHHHHAHAHHAHAH!!!! I’M SO TICKLISHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!” the ticklish prince repeated.
The evil witch’s nails scribbled wildly across the ticklish’s prince’s soles.
They stroked and scraped against each plush surface, licking with a feverish hunger for all of the ticklish prince’s laughter.
“Awww, such adorable, ticklish feet, my ticklish prince,” the evil witch commented. “So soft and so warm.”
The evil witch snickered as her tickles reduced the ticklish prince to squealing tears.
“NAAAAAHHHHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!!” the ticklish prince cried out, louder than before.
The evil witch drank in the ticklish prince’s magical laughter.
She smiled as her nails drove with quick, rapid skitters against the ticklish prince’s blushing soles.
The evil witch danced her nails up to the ticklish prince’s toes, racing her nails across each of his squirming digits.
“Awww, you didn’t think I’d forget these cute little toes too, did you?” the evil witch taunted. “Coochie coochie coo!”
The evil witch dug her nails into the humid pockets of the ticklish prince’s toes.
The ticklish prince shrieked, bucking more against the rack as more tickles flooded through his body.
“GAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!” The ticklish prince howled with joyous, ticklish laughter.
The evil witch cackled and counted each ticklish toe with a flurry of skitters and scratches from her nails.
“You do have some of the most ticklish toes that I’ve ever gotten my hands on,” the evil witch commented.
The evil witch smiled as she toyed more and more around the ticklish prince’s bare feet, making sure to reach every single ticklish spot throughout several times over.
The ticklish prince continued to pull at the cuffs and stocks, his body flailing as the tickles raced through his senses.
The combined laughter of the evil witch and the ticklish prince poured more and more through the halls of the dark, secluded castle.
“Don’t forget, my ticklish prince: you’re mine forever,” the evil witch reminded him.
As the evil witch continued to tickle the ticklish prince all through the night, her tickles only grew more and more elaborate.
She would cast spells on the ticklish prince, summoning feathers of pure magic to stroke against his most ticklish spots all throughout the night.
She would pour cream on the ticklish prince’s soles, have her cats lick it off, and listen to his bellowing laughter for hours.
She would summon creatures from dark dimensions to torture the ticklish prince with endless waves of tickles.
She even took to bottling up the prince’s laughter in jars as she teased the boy herself, trying out different magical tools and spells to use on his ever more ticklish body.
Day after day, night after night, the ticklish prince endured ceaseless tickles at the hands of the evil witch.
The ticklish prince loved every second of it.
But after a while, the ticklish prince began to miss home.
He missed the tickles given to him from the King and Queen.
He missed being the ticklish focus of all the people and creatures of Gigglewood.
He missed sharing his laughter with all of his friends.
So one day, after undergoing even more tickling, the ticklish prince looked forlorn onto the evil witch.
The evil witch, having grown attached to the boy, became overcome with a strange impulse to see what was bothering him so.
“What troubles you, my ticklish prince?” the evil witch asked.
“I just miss my friends and family back home,” said the ticklish prince. “I’ve had so much fun here with you, kindly witch, but I’d very much like to go home again soon.”
The evil witch grumbled.
She pondered over the odd care that she seemed to feel for the prince’s plight.
“Perhaps you’re lonely, my ticklish prince,” the evil witch said. “I too know what that’s like.”
“You don’t have to be, kindly witch,” said the ticklish prince. “You can come back with me to Gigglewood and live amongst all of the lovely people and creatures that come about.”
The witch stroked her chin as she considered the offer.
“Maybe, my ticklish prince, but do they tickle you as well as I?” the evil witch asked.
The ticklish prince smiled brightly.
“I am tickled all of the time back home!” the ticklish prince answered. “My laughter echoes all over Gigglewood, from the mountains to the West and the rivers to the East.”
“I see,” the evil witch said. “And will they be accepting of an evil old witch living among them?”
The ticklish prince thought.
“Hmm, perhaps not,” he said. “But a kindly old witch would fit in just fine!”
The evil witch smiled, her face lighting up as bright as the moon.
“Then it shall be done, my ticklish prince!” the evil witch said.
Then the evil witch pulled off her most clever trick of all: freeing the ticklish prince from his binds and whisking them both off to the magical lands of Gigglewood.
When the ticklish prince returned with the evil witch, the townsfolk of Gigglewood were so very glad to see him return.
The King and Queen had been worried sick and people had missed the melodic sounds of his ticklish laughter bellowing over the kingdom.
Several of the townsfolk began to point fingers at the evil witch, claiming she to be the reason for the prince’s disappearance.
The evil witch hung her head and stepped forward to confess.
“I am sorry for your ticklish prince’s disappearance,” the evil witch announced before the whole town, “for I must admit–”
“Everyone, listen closely!” the ticklish prince interrupted with an announcement.
Everyone in the kingdom, the townsfolk and the King and Queen, listened to what the ticklish prince had to say.
“I am sorry for my disappearance, for you see I have been out adventuring in the darkest regions beyond the kingdom,” the ticklish prince said.
“Along my way, I have met a kindly old witch who kept me from being lonely and who brought me back today,” the ticklish prince continued. “She is my friend and she would like to live here with us in Gigglewood! Please say hello to my friend!”
The townsfolk of Gigglewood welcomed the evil witch with open arms.
The King and Queen cheered and thanked the evil witch for bringing back the ticklish prince.
The evil witch was given her own house in which she could still practice her magic.
She was even made the official royal tickler, to stay by the ticklish prince’s side to demonstrate for everyone her ticklish talents.
The evil witch happily showed everyone her ticklish spells and techniques by tickling the ticklish prince in a rousing celebration of his return.
The kingdom of Gigglewood was once again filled with the ticklish prince’s laughter for all the days to come.
The ticklish prince, along with the kindly old witch, remained the best of friends as they shared his ticklish laughter with everyone once more.
