Here is a request I did for an anonymous user. They wanted a story about a dragon (not anyone’s OC or anything, just a random dragon created exclusively for this story), exploring the world of Deltarune. And a rather tickle-prone dragon, I might add. Hehe. ;) And during this dragon’s time in the Cyber World, he (yes, it’s a male dragon) has a rather interesting encounter with a certain feline maid who does everything in her power to make sure he behaves himself in Queen's Mansion. :D Also, since this character is a dragon, feel free to view him as a relative of RG02 (whose name is Danny in my stories), if you’d like to. ;P

Deltarune© Toby Fox.

BRINGING ORDER TO AN UNRULY BRAWLER

As Queen's maid and the Tasques' handler, Tasque Manager takes her job of keeping order in Queen's Mansion very seriously. And she more than proved that one day when she caught a barefoot male dragon brawler with blue skin and red, black, and gray armor covering his torso, upper arms, legs (from his thighs down to his knees), and parts of his hands and head wings causing a ruckus in Queen's Mansion. At least that's how it looked to Tasque Manager when she first encountered the dragon himself. Keith was his name and prior to encountering Tasque Manager, he had chased after a Tasque that had stolen something of great value to him; his "inventory," according to Keith himself. The chase went on for what felt like a long while but then came to a complete halt once the Tasque crashed into a set of vases, shattering each and every one of them into various pieces and therefore creating a huge mess. Upon hearing the crash, Tasque Manager took it upon herself to investigate the situation and was not pleased with what she had witnessed. She had witnessed a rowdy Keith roughhousing with the Tasque in search of his "inventory." Tasque Manager does not tolerate rowdy behavior or messes! It's against her morals to tolerate rowdy behavior and messes. So to take control of the situation, Tasque Manager then battled Keith. But not the Tasque though. She didn't have to battle the Tasque because it obeys her every command. And her battle with Keith wasn't long. Far from it. It was a short battle, with Tasque Manager easily defeating Keith in combat and locking his wrists and ankles in small sets of white-colored stocks; or "windows," according to Tasque Manager; shortly afterwards, right after pinning him down against the floor on his belly with his arms behind his back. But that wasn't enough to stop the dragon brawler himself from acting so rowdy towards her though. And he was being rowdy not only because he had his "inventory" stolen from him by one of her Tasques and had lost a battle but also because Tasque Manager herself requested that he help clean the mess that the Tasque that stole his "inventory" had made before giving him back said "inventory." It's also against Tasque Manager's morals to withhold one's belongings and she had promised to give Keith's "inventory" back to him if and only if he helped clean the mess that was made by the Tasque he chased. That upset Keith. He didn't think it was fair that Tasque Manager was essentially forcing him to help clean a mess that he technically didn't make. The Tasque made the mess, not him! But then Tasque Manager pointed out to Keith that the Tasque wouldn't have made such a mess if he hadn't chased after it. She had made a fair point. But that still wasn't enough to stop Keith from being so rowdy! He was quite upset over the entire ordeal and no matter what Tasque Manager said to him, he would not listen. He would just lie on the floor with his wrists and ankles trapped in "windows" and continue to be a rowdy dragon, constantly arguing with her that he shouldn't be forced to help clean a mess that he didn't make. It was at that point that Tasque Manager knew that mere words would not be enough to convince Keith to help clean the mess but rather actions. Actions speak louder than words after all and there are certain actions that can be done to persuade a rowdy dragon to clean up a mess. Especially if said dragon happens to be… ticklish. ;)

Tasque Manager: Tsk, tsk, tsk. My, what an unruly brawler you are. At this point, nothing I say will ever persuade you to help clean this mess. *Tasque Manager pointed out, causing Keith to perk up*

Keith: *gasp* So does this mean that you'll let me go… and give me back my "inventory?" *asked Keith whilst continuing to struggle in his restraints, under the impression that he's off the hook*

Tasque Manager: Ha! Hahahaha! Oh, heavens no! No, Mr. Dragon. *answered Tasque Manager with a cheeky grin, right as she proceeded to sit down directly on top Keith's back, briefly winding him in the process*

Keith: *Wheeze* What?! *Wheeze* But you just said that nothing you say will ever persuade me to clean this mess! *shouted Keith angrily, struggling even more to free himself and wiggling and splaying his six toes while doing so*

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Right! Nothing I SAY will ever persuade you. Hahahaha! Oh, but don't you worry, for as you're about to see… *stated Tasque Manager, bending Keith's legs back with her floating right hand to bring his bare wide feet up to her* I have OTHER ways of persuading you. Hahahahaha!

Keith: Eeeeeeep! *gulp* U-u-um. Ms. Tasque Manager, w-w-w-what are d-d-doing? *asked Keith nervously, curling his toes in fear in Tasque Manager's clutches; at least until all six of them were restrained in the "windows," which in turn stretched out his bare soles until they were all taut and therefore completely vulnerable to whatever Tasque Manager was planning to dish out to them*

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! You know, Mr. Dragon, walking around barefoot like this invites trouble. Especially if these feet of yours happen to be… Ticklish. *cooed Tasque Manager, right as she began stroking every finger on her floating left hand gingerly down the length of Keith's restrained left sole, making him jump and filling him with dread* Hahahaha! Coochie coochie coo! Coochie coochie coo!

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *squealed Keith, his entire body tensing up the moment he felt fingers scribbling down his left sole* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *he laughed heartily, his bare wide feet twitching and trembling in Tasque Manager's "windows" with every passing second her fingers touched them ever so gingerly, trying with every fiber of his being to wiggle his toes and scrunch his soles but to no avail* NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH GOHOHOD, BOSSY CAT LAHAHAHADY, HAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, NOT MY FEET!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! ANYWHERE BUT MY FEEEHEEHEEHEET, PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!! *he pleaded, laughing so hard that tears were already forming in his eyes* HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!

Good old fashioned tickle torture! Haha! Well that's certainly one way to resolve a situation in a non-violent manner. And based on Keith's reactions alone, he appeared to be immensely ticklish on his blue three-toed feet. And that's because he is indeed immensely ticklish on his feet! For a barefooter, Keith has a pair of immensely ticklish feet, laughing his head off at the most gingerly touch. And with such a pair of immensely ticklish feet in her clutches, Tasque Manager had no intention of releasing said feet from said clutches until Keith himself agreed to help clean the mess that one of her Tasques had made. That's right. Tasque Manager had Keith right where she wanted him and if he didn't agree to her demands, she would keep tickling him until he agreed to her demands. If she defeated him in combat, then surely she can defeat him via tickle torture as well, right?

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! Oh my goohoohoohoodness! *commented Tasque Manager whilst laughing herself, finding it amusing how Keith was losing his mind to the gentlest of tickles* Hahahahaha! Mr. Dragon, I'm barely touching your foot and you're already in stitches. Do you want me to stop? *she then asked, now scribbling her fingers gingerly down Keith's bare wide right sole, which in turn made Keith jump once again*

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *squealed Keith at the sudden relocation, his right foot twitching frantically underneath Tasque Manager's wiggling fingers* HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YEHEHEHES, PLEEHEEHEEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! PLEEHEEHEEASE NO MOHOHOHORE!!!! *pleaded Keith through his laughter, tears now rolling down his cheeks* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! I CAHAHAHHAHAAN'T TAKE IT!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I CAN'T TAHAHAHAHHAKE IT!!!! HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! Well in that case, now do you agree to help clean up this mess?

Keith: HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAHAHAT?!?! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HEHEHEHEHEHELL NOHOHOHOHO!!!! exclaimed Keith through his laughter, still not wanting to help clean the mess that one of Tasque Manager's Tasques had made* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Wow! Just wow! Despite the fact that Keith was absolutely losing his mind to the gentlest of tickles, Keith himself would rather endure tickling than clean up a mess that he didn't feel he was responsible for making. In other words, he had let his pride get in the way of opting out of something he found to be quite unbearable. Seriously! If he had agreed to help clean the mess, Tasque Manager would've released him from her clutches and given him back his "inventory" shortly after cleaning said mess. But unfortunately for Keith, he had chosen to do things the hard way and he was paying the ultimate penalty because of it. Not that it mattered to Tasque Manager. She was having all kinds of fun tormenting his sensitive tootsies, scribbling her fingers gingerly against his soles with every passing second and listening to all of the hearty laughter and squeals that spilled from his mouth while doing so. Music to her ears! And little did Keith know, Tasque Manager's light scribbling was nothing but a mere warm-up to what she had in store for him! ;)

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! No? Hahahahaha! Well then I'll just have to keep tickling you until you do… *cooed Tasque Manager, whilst continuing to scribble her left hand fingers ever so gingerly against Keith's right bare sole*

Keith: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! GO RIGHT AHEHEHEHEAD!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! DO YOHOHOUR WOHOHOHOHORST!!!! *demanded Keith through his laughter, letting his pride get the best of him* HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Oh my god, why did I have to say that?!?!)

"Go right ahead! Do your worst!" Shortly after uttering those words to Tasque Manager whilst laughing his head off, Keith instantly regretted it. He could barely handle gentle tickles to his wide soles and from that point forward, his tickle torture would only get worse! So much worse!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Seriously? But you literally just told me that you couldn't take any more of this… *pointed out Tasque Manager, right as she began twisting her left index finger in between Keith's clawed toes*

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! I WAS KIHIHIHIHIHIDDING!!!! *lied Keith, in high hopes that Tasque Manager will release him if he endures enough tickle torture* HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I CAN TAKE IT, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ALL OF IT!!!! (Oh my god, no I can't! I can barely handle THIS for God's sake! Stupid, Keith! Stupid!) HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!!!! AND WHEN I DO, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU'LL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO REEHEEHEEHEELEASE ME, RIHIHIHIGHT?!?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

"I was kidding! I can take it! All of it!" By uttering those very words whilst continuing to laugh his head off, Keith had gotten himself in even deeper water. That was it! There was no backing out now! To get out of helping clean a mess that he didn't feel responsible for and thus maintain his pride, he had to endure the remainder of his tickle torture! All of it! A next to impossible task for an immensely ticklish dragon such as himself! And Tasque Manager didn't have any intentions of going easy on him either! She'll go to any lengths necessary to maintain both order and cleanliness in Queen's Mansion, only showing Keith "Mercy" once he's agreed to help clean up the mess. She was determined to "bring order to this unruly brawler," that's for sure!

Tasque Manager: Ha! Hahaha! Well, well, well! Hahahaha! Alright, I accept your challenge, Mr. Dragon. Hahahaha! Yes, if you can endure everything I dish out, I'll let you go. And as a bonus, I'll let you tickle me back; give you a chance to do some revenge tickling. Haha! But if you fail, then you help clean up this mess, like I told you to do before I started tickling these sensitive tootsies of yours. Hahaha! So what do you say, Mr. Dragon? Do we have a deal? *asked Tasque Manager cheekily, right as she began swirling her left index finger against the portion of Keith's left sole where the arch meets the heel*

As Tasque Manager scribbled her fingers against Keith's wide soles one by one, she quickly discovered that on both feet, he's the most ticklish where his arch meets his heel. So in one final attempt to convince Keith to just accept defeat and help clean the mess, she swirled her left index finger against that very spot on his left sole, causing him to double over in laughter and his eyes to widen with even more tears rolling down his cheeks.

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOD, NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!! GYAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Last chance to opt out, Mr. Dragon, because from this point forth, things are only going to get worse for you. *cooed Tasque Manager, drawing mini circles on Keith's exposed left sole directly at its weak point, which in turn made Keith himself squeal at the highest possible pitch and laugh until he started coughing*

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! (Oh my god! Opt out! Opt out! For *bleep*'s sake, opt out!) I DOHOHON'T CAHAHAHARE!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! I'M NOHOHOHOT CLEANING THAT MESS, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AND YOU CAN'T MAKE MEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *COUGHS* (Ergh! You idiot! You *bleep*ing idiot!) OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIOOHOOHOHOOHOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOHOOHOO!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Is that another challenge? Hahaha! If so, I accept! I can be very persuasive. Just ask anyone I've tickled into submission in the past. You'll break. I know you will. *cooed Tasque Manager, wrapping her cord tail around Keith's legs so she could then use both of her floating hands to tickle his feet* I'll make sure of it…

Before too long, Tasque Manager, with her cord tail wrapped securely around Keith's legs to keep said legs in one place, began scribbling both sets of fingers from her floating hands gingerly down the lengths of both of his wide stretched out soles; using her left hand fingers to tickle his right sole and her right hand fingers to tickle his left sole. What followed of course was more laughter from the immensely ticklish dragon himself. Though this time around, it was far more frantic. Up until this point, Tasque Manager had only been using one hand to tease and torment Keith's feet. But now she was using two hands, filling Keith with more dread than ever before with every passing second she spent dancing her fingers ever so gingerly against his wide blue soles. And to make matters worse, she hadn't yet used her claws! Tasque Manager has retractable claws on each of fingers and when unsheathed at any one time, Tasque Manager herself produces an even more laughter-inducing tickle with her fingers alone. So if Keith doesn't agree to clean the mess soon, he will very likely be feeling the wrath of Tasque Manager's tickly claws.

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHO, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, OH GOD NOHOHO, NOT BOTH MY FEEHEEHEEHEET!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPAHAAHAAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! I warned you that things would only get worse for you. *cooed Tasque Manager, while silently commanding the Tasque that Keith chased earlier to fetch an assortment of laughter-inducing objects for her* But just remember, it can all come to an end once you agree to help clean this mess. *she cooed once more, purposely drawing mini circles on Keith's soles where the arches meet the heels in an attempt to break him even faster*

Keith: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *squealed Keith, his eyes widening at the lightest touch to his soles' weak points* HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *he laughed even more frantically, the tickles to his soles' weak points making him laugh and cry so much that everything surrounding him was nothing but a watery blur* NOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NO, YOU'LL NEHEHEHEHEVER BREAK MEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! *he then claimed, which did nothing but prolong his torment to his soles' weak points* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahahaha! Never say never, Mr. Dragon. *said Tasque Manager with an evil grin, proud of herself for continuing to induce such bubbly laughter from her ticklish prey*

Keith was surely in for a tickle torture that he would never forget, Tasque Manager herself teasing and tormenting his bare feet and showing absolutely no signs of stopping until he could no longer endure. Tasque Manager really knows her way around a pair of immensely ticklish feet, teasing and tormenting them with her skilled fingers alone long after her victims are in tears. And without even trying to look for a victim's especially ticklish spots! Seriously! While tickling Keith's feet, Tasque Manager wasn't trying to find out where he's the most ticklish. It was more her goal to tickle Keith into submission but seeing as how she just so happened to stumble upon his soles' weak points, she tormented them as much as she possibly could in an attempt to break the dragon himself even further. And not just with her fingers but also two types of cat grooming brushes and a pair of cat grooming gloves, which she has in her possession solely for tickling purposes, since she and her Tasques don't appear to have a single strand of fur on their bodies. And they were all given to her by the Tasque that Keith had chased after prior to his tickle torture. It was a good kitty for retrieving those laughter-inducing objects according to Tasque Manager herself. And with those very gloves and brushes, Tasque Manager did nothing but amplify Keith's torment, scrubbing and scrubbing his bare soles until they were red and tingling. And by scrubbing his soles until they were red with heavy blush, she had rendered said soles even more sensitive to both touch and tickles, much to Keith's horror.

Keith: YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPEEEEEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *Keith laughed boisterously, crying waterfalls of tears all the while he felt cat grooming gloves massaging his soles, toes, and spaces between his toes* OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOD, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, LEEHEEHEEAVE MY FEEHEEHEEHEET ALONE ALREADY, YOU CRAZY CAT LAHAHAHADY!!!! *he angrily pleaded (well, as angrily as he could whilst laughing) through his laughter, wishing that Tasque Manager would tickle him somewhere other than his feet… literally anywhere else; even his armpits, which are both even more sensitive than his feet* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* OOOOOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO WAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! Oohoohoohooh. Giving in, are we? *asked Tasque Manager cheekily, massaging Keith's feet even harder with the cat grooming gloves*

Keith: YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OF… HAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OF… EEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!! OF COU… BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! OF COUR… GYEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE!!!! OF COURSE NOT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHA!!!! JUST THOUGHT MAHAHAHAYBE, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, YOU'D WANT TO TICKLE ME, HAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, SOHOHOHOMEWHERE ELSE INSTEAD!!!! *SQUEAK* GYEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Awww! And just why would I want to do that? *asked Tasque Manager in a cheeky manner, tormenting Keith's feet even further with the cat grooming gloves, prompting Keith himself to squirm and thrash underneath Tasque Manager like he was going to die*

Keith: YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *SQUEAK* OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! BEEHEEEHEEHEECAUSE… HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! BECAU… HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! BE… KYEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEEHEHEHEHHEHEEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!! BEHEEHEECAUSE MY AHAHAHAHHARMPITS ARE EEHEEHEEVEN MORE TICKLISH!!!! *Keith willingly admitted through his laughter, praying that doing so would draw Tasque Manager's attention away from his feet* HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! OK, THERE, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I ADMITTED IT!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! NOW WOULD YOU PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE LEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEHEEAVE MY FEEHEEHEEHEET ALOHOHOHONE?!?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!!! PLEASE, HAHAHAHHHAHAAHAHA, PLEASE, HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA, P-P-P-PLEEEHEEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE LEEHEEHEEAVE MY FEET ALOHOHOHOHONE!!!! *he begged and pleaded, seriously wishing that Tasque Manager would leave his feet the hell alone now that she knows his armpits are more ticklish than said feet* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahahaha! AbSOLElutely not, Mr. Dragon! *cooed Tasque Manager, refusing to let up on Keith's feet*

Keith: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WHAHAHAT?!?! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHA!!!! WHY NOT?!?! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!!!! WHY NOHOHOHOHOHOT?!?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!! WHY KEEP TICKLING MY FEEHEEHEEHEET, HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHEN YOU CAN TICKLE, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA, MY, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ARMPITS INSTEAD?!?! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! WOHOHOHOULDN'T YOU RATHER TICKLE ME, HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, WHERE I'M EEHEEHEEVEN MORE TICKLISH?!?! *asked Keith, trying with every fiber of his being to convince Tasque Manager to leave his feet alone, only to end up feeling her gloved fingers twisting between every single one of his toes all at once* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPEEEEEEEEEE!!!! BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! Oh, heavens no! Hahahahaha! No, I'm perfectly content tormenting these delightfully ticklish tootsies and these delightfully ticklish tootsies alone! *cooed Tasque Manager, stopping long enough to slip off her cat grooming gloves and unsheathe her claws* Hahahahahahaha! Now let's see how you handle… MY CLAWS!

And with that, Tasque Manager officially began using her claws to tickle Keith's feet, scribbling her fingers gingerly down the lengths of both of Keith's wide stretched out soles to start. And what followed as a result of doing just that was an ear-piercing screech from the dragon himself followed by all kinds of boisterous laughter. Her claws tickled so much, tickling him more than everything that she had done up until that point. And the faster she tickled Keith's soles with her claws, the harder he laughed. In fact, Keith had laughed so hard that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to form a single sentence. That factor alone was enough for Tasque Manager to tell that she was getting closer and close to breaking him. And she simply loved tickling Keith's feet with her claws, listening to his laughter build up with every passing second she scooped and scraped her claws against the surfaces of his stretched out soles. A pleasure for Tasque Manager but a downright dreadful experience for poor Keith! He hadn't laughed so hard in his entire life. But he couldn't give in! As much as it pained him, he just couldn't give in and help clean a mess he didn't feel he was responsible for. It was against his morals to do such a thing. And for that reason, Tasque Manager continued tormenting the hell out of his soles with her claws and only her claws. …At least up until the point where she began using her cat grooming brushes in addition to her claws! After ten minutes of tickling Keith's feet with nothing but her claws, Tasque Manager grabbed herself two cat grooming brushes (with nylon bristles on one side and boar bristles on the other side) and went to town on his soles once more. And once those cat grooming brushes were thrown into the mix, Keith just plain writhed in ticklish agony underneath Tasque Manager, laughing so much that the only thing he could think about was exactly how much said grooming brushes tickled him. Too damn much! Enough to make him want to either crawl out of his skin or chop off his own two feet! And Tasque Manager didn't stop after using those particular brushes either! After scrubbing and scraping Keith's soles with both sides of her grooming brushes, she grabbed a different pair of grooming brushes and scrubbed his soles again! Two slicker brushes to be exact; brushes with those thin steel bristles that shouldn't ever be raked against human skin! They hurt! But against durable dragon soles on the other hand, they tickle like crazy! No matter how deep they dig into the thick skin or how hard they scrape against the thick skin, one raking motion against both of his soles with each of the slicker brushes and Keith was instantly in stitches, laughing so hard that he was unable to say a single word and crying so much that he had formed a puddle of his own tears directly underneath his head and upper torso. And if that wasn't enough, his feet were tingling like never before and had been rendered so sensitive to touch that just a light finger poke was enough to make him laugh hard enough to produce a 3oz cup of his own tears. This was it! At this point, Tasque Manager was really close to breaking Keith! She could feel it! And if he didn't beg and plead for the tickle torture to be over and done with shortly after scrubbing the hell out of his soles with slicker grooming brushes, she knew of one other thing she could do that might just do the trick. Whatever this method of tickling is, it's something that hasn't failed her yet!

Keith: YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Sometime later…

Keith: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Before too long, Tasque Manager stopped scraping Keith's soles with slicker grooming brushes to ask him if he was finally ready to help clean the mess. And to her surprise, he wasn't! Man, after how much he had freaked out and acted like he was going to die whilst laughing his guts out and after seeing just how out of breath he was after everything he had endured, Tasque Manager thought for sure that he would crack after scraping the hell out of his soles with slicker brushes. But no! Even after everything that had happened up until that point, he still preferred to be tickle tortured out of his mind rather than clean up a mess that he didn't feel responsible for! It was at that point that Tasque Manager decided to break out the big guns. And what she had decided to do wasn't initially obvious because she had started out scribbling her claws gingerly down the lengths of both of Keith's soles, like she had done numerous times up until that point. But then suddenly, when Keith least expected it, Tasque Manager separated his two feet in the "windows;" so they weren't so close together; and turned her attention to only one foot; his left foot, scooping and scraping her claws on its edges. Then a few seconds later, while continuing to scribble her fingers against the edges of Keith's left foot, she leaned her head in right next to said foot, scooched her chin in between her floating hands, and licked his arch like that of a housecat, causing the most boisterous laughter she had ever heard to spill from his mouth…

Keith: YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! HOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOLY CRAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAP!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHA!!!!! OHOHOHOH MY GOHOHOHOHOD!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH MY GOD, I'M GONNA DIE!!!! HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH IT'S SO UNBEHEHEHEHEARAHAHAHABLE!!!!! HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OH GOD, STOP LIHIHIHIHICKING!!!!! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! STOP LICKING MY FEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! PLEEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEASE STOP LICKING MY FEEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Tasque: Hahahahahahaha! Nope… *licks* Not until… *licks* you agree to… *licks* help clean this mess. *licks*

Keith: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahaha! Suit yourself. *licks* But just be aware *licks* that I could lick these absolutely delicious feet of yours forever… *licks* and ever… *licks* and ever… *licks* and ever… *licks* until the end of time… *cooed Tasque Manager, purring happily whilst working her magic on Keith's left foot with her claws and tongue at the same time*

Ticklish kitty licks! X3 Immensely ticklish kitty licks to Keith's wide left foot with a wide grin on her feline face! Her tongue felt like sandpaper and with his left foot on the receiving end of said tongue, Keith himself was absolutely losing it, laughing like it was the one and only thing he was capable of doing, thrashing like he was going to die right there and then, and crying enough tears to fill a kiddie pool; another mess for him to help clean by the time Tasque Manager was through with him. Her tongue tickled more than everything else she had used to tickle him with up until that point and after giving his left foot a more than thorough tickling with said tongue and her claws, she did the same to his right foot, licking and licking with her cat tongue and scooping and scraping with her claws and showing absolutely no signs of stopping until the immensely ticklish dragon himself agreed to help clean up the adjacent messes. It was dreadful being on the receiving end of that tongue. Keith wanted to chop off his own two feet, Tasque Manager's tongue tickled so much! Torture! Pure torture! So much time spent on the receiving end of tongue that felt like sandpaper! And then before Keith knew it and without even thinking, he had cracked!

Sometime later…

Keith: HAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! OKAY, OKAHAHAY, I GIVE UP!!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! I GIVE UP!!!!! *shouted Keith through his laughter, his entire body now completely drenched in sweat, tears, and saliva* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA AHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!! I'LL HEHEHEHEHELP CLEAN THE MESS!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! ALL OF IT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!

Tasque Manager: Hahahahaha! Good dragon. *licks* And while you're at it, *licks* are you going to apologize *licks* to that Tasque you chased and roughhoused with? *asked Tasque Manager in between licks, continuing to tickle Keith until he fully agreed to her demands*

Keith: HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! YEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHES!!!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! I'LL DO IT!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!!! I'LL DOOHOOHOO ANYTHING YOU SAY!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!! JUST PLEEHEEHEEHEEASE STOP TICKLING MY FEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEET!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! PLEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEASE!!!! HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMOHOHOHOHORE!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…

And with that, Tasque Manager stopped tickling Keith and released him from the "windows" she had trapped him in. She did it! She had finally managed to tickle Keith into submission! And after taking enough time to catch his breath and work up enough energy to stand once again (and also clean himself up a little), the dragon himself was ready and willing to help Tasque Manager and the Swatches clean up the mess of broken vases as well as the puddle of tears he had created, just as Tasque Manager herself hoped he would be. Anything to avoid more tickles from the bossy cat lady! Because everything he had endured from her was without a doubt the most intense tickle torture he had ever experienced! Tasque Manager really knows her way around a pair of ticklish feet and at the end of the day, Keith should consider himself lucky that the only thing she wanted him to do was clean up a few messes. It's not like she was asking him to marry her or one of the Swatches or anything like that. XD No, what Tasque Manager wanted Keith to do was something simple… and perhaps somewhat time-consuming but still a simple task, nonetheless. And a great majority of the tickle torture he endured could've been avoided if he had just agreed to help clean from the get-go. He was stubborn, letting his pride get the best of him in a situation where he was in no position to make any demands. And he deeply regretted his behavior after helping Tasque Manager and the Swatches clean up the shattered vases and puddle of tears too. Cleaning up a few messes here and there wasn't so bad and by the time everything was all cleaned up, Keith apologized to Tasque Manager as well as the Tasque that had stolen his "inventory" from him. Speaking of which, Keith's "inventory" was given back to him after he had apologized, much to his relief. He was quite concerned about his "inventory" the entire time he didn't have it in his possession and once it was given back to him, he thanked Tasque Manager with a firm handshake. Keith can be a little unruly and brash at times but he's not rude. And Tasque Manager appreciated his polite manners too. And before Keith proceeded the rest of the way through Queen's Mansion to do whatever it was that he was intending to do (and in an orderly manner at Tasque Manager's request), Tasque Manager told him that if they ever see each other again that he could tickle her back. ;) But not anything too extreme like the tickle torture she had put him through though. And if that ever does happen, Keith will be sure to listen to her every command, tickling her when she tells him to tickle her, stopping when she tells him to stop, using certain objects to tickle her, etc. He'd hate to imagine the kind of tickle torture that she'd make him endure if he were to ever tickle her against her will. In fact, he shudders at the mere thought of it. Keith may be rough and tough but he's also very passive and "submissive" when treated right, as made evident by his behavior after his tickle torture was over, doing literally anything that Tasque Manager told him to do, obeying her every command. Tasque Manager liked that about Keith. With his immensely ticklish feet in her clutches, she just knew that he would eventually crumble into submission; Keith himself beneath her with no means of escape and his bare wide feet at her fingertips. She had him right where she wanted him and turned him into the obedient dragon that he is every single time he's around her by the time she was through with him. And little did Keith know, Tasque Manager herself found him to be the best victim she's had in a long time. And of out everyone she's tickled into submission in the past, that's saying a lot. There's just something about tormenting barefooters with overly ticklish feet that gives Tasque Manager a feeling of exhilaration. A big feeling of exhilaration, purring (either silently or loudly) at the thought of how someone that's barefoot so frequently can be so ticklish on their feet. And Keith happened to be the most ticklish victim she's had in a long time as well. He's such a ticklish dragon, a joy to tickle either into submission or just for the fun of it. And with that factor in mind, Keith better watch himself around Tasque Manager! Sure, while Tasque Manager may have tickled Keith into submission to make him obey her the first time she ever tickled him, the next time she tickles him might be just for fun, even if he follows her every order! So, Keith beware!

THE END.