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Victor sat, the Buneary's foot thumping on the leg of the bench, looking around the courtyard in quiet boredom; nothing to do, nobody to talk to.

His mother, Queen Elena, was doing some business, though he didn't care too much about it. As the third in line to the throne, he had barely any responsibilities besides his studies and etiquette that was forced upon every noble, but nobody paid much attention to him, either.

Such was his life, his elder sister, Princess Vitalia, was rather busy being first in line to the kingdom. He was fond of her, who at least took the time and attention wherever she could for him.

His twin, on the other hand, was nothing but a thorn at his side, rather arrogant for her position. Spoiled rotten by their mother, who didn't see the mean side of the disdainful girl. She and her sister were both trained to be proper heirs. He was the odd one out. An heir and a spare, as the saying goes. He was the spare's spare. Though, that likely wasn't what caused his mother's disdain towards him, as he understood.

He was the odd one out; a twin born too late for his mother's liking, made third in line, and third among Queen Elena's children, a child that wasn't necessary to exist beyond the possible beneficial marriage for his family.

The castle was rather lively inside, though he cared not for what they were doing, so he sat outside, taking in the fresh air, a tad nervous around the new people who gave all their attention to his mother.

If only Nettle were around, but she was with mother, showing off to whoever it was with her in the dining hall.

That girl was the only one that knew him well enough; the only one around his age, beside his twin, but she didn't really count. Nettle was always pushed a little away from him, though, by her work as the court jester.

Her jokes were rather...bad, though.

His mother seemed to laugh; loving all her clumsy and foolish antics, and perhaps he could see the charm, though he knew it was never purposeful, and it still didn't make her good, just endearing in a way.

The thought to at least go check on the guests out, at least as common courtesy, was left when a Popplio girl came up to him.

"Hey!" The girl stood, a bit taller than him, but she seemed of similar age. Her clothes were rather plain, a white dress, double layered around the bottom, just a little frilly. Perhaps she was one of the new servants his mother had hired. Or, more likely, one that had come along with the guests; as she hadn't the common clothing the other servants around the castle wore.

The latter was a bit dejecting, as she'd soon leave along with the rest, but he gave her the normal etiquette he gave every guest, lifting his feet before jumping to the ground, feeling the grass against his soft, fluffy toes, "Good day, madam, the name is Victor," he bowed.

The Popplio girl bowed, her whistle shaking around her neck, "Though, if it isn't a problem, may I be a little less formal to you? I'm not quite used to it," she asked, and Victor nodded, her eyes hidden under the dark mop of hair that hung around her neck, "My name's Madison, by the way, please don't call me Maddie, though."

"Note taken," he said. She was a polite girl, though he could tell she was also far more comfortable around a more relaxed setting, "Well, what are you doing here?"

"Just checkin' everything out," Madison said, hands around her hips, "This place is a bit stuffy," Her fin-like tail swung as she looked along the castle walls, "Big, though. You look like you know the place."

"Well, I'm--" He stopped, maybe she wouldn't want to play with him if he told her he was a princeling? But he couldn't exactly hide his exquisite clothes and formal appearance, either, "A cousin of the family," he said.

"Really? Well, that makes sense. You must know the place well, then, right?"

"Of course!" He announced, "All the places that aren't behind locked doors, and some that are."

"It's crazy, isn't it? How big it is. I'd get lost for hours exploring it," she pondered, "My own place isn't so big, not even made from stone. Wish this place had more water; you can't even swim in the lake here, it's too shallow," she pointed at the fountains to the center of the courtyard.

"Those are meant for decoration," he said, realizing this girl was a bit of a country bumpkin, if not completely aware of what life was like in a royal's domain.

"Oh, so the fish aren't for eating?"

He was afraid for a moment; his mother's prized fish were expensive to import from overseas, their multicolored bodies were rare as it was. She'd delegitimize him in an instant! "Wait, did you-"

"Hah, the look on your face!" She snorted, "Of course I didn't eat them, I understand the difference between pet fish and eating fish. I live near the water, given my species, and I like fishing. Most people where I live fish or grow rice. It's not the richest part of the country, but we all make do with what we have. Sorry about the scare, but I did think they looked pretty tasty."

The life of a peasant wasn't something he's experienced, pampered all his life. The last hard work he did was washing his clothes as punishment when he spilled a little juice on his gambeson at the dinner table.

He was intrigued about her life, and they spoke more as he decided to walk her through the castle, ignoring the dining hall. The bodyguards that followed them through the courtyard inside were an annoyance, if anything, but he put up with them.

Madison was impressed by the staircase within the castle, running up and down the stairs excitedly, as if she hadn't seen steps before, likely not so many, "This would be so much fun to slide down! Imagine getting in a boat and rolling down it, it'd be like a really bumpy ride across the waves."

"My mother would kill me if I did that...if I weren't killed by falling off the boat," he said, though still rather amused by her exaggerated thoughts."

"Well, what's your mother like?" She asked him, but he didn't really want to speak of her.

"You know...as mothers are, I guess," he rubbed his ear anxiously.

"Don't beat yourself up," she pat him on the back, a little strongly against his soft body, "I'm sure being the Queen's son isn't all that glamorous, is it?"

"Huh? Oh, you knew, then," He felt some shame from keeping it from her, now. She seemed a good person, though he knew his time with her was short.

"I was told there was a princeling in the courtyard, so I guessed that was you. Especially, you know, with the guards staring at us and all that. I don't mind your status, it's not like we're all that different, we're people after all."

A peasant not impressed by his status? That...made him feel she had some kind of freedom he wished he could understand and witness where she grew up.

"But since we're sharing our...secrets, there's one thing I wanted to see ever since I got here, it's...not really too big an ask, I hope."

"Go ahead, I can trust it's not any trade secrets you're trying to get, right?" He teased her.

"None of that. Do you, perchance, have a dungeon? I really wanted to see one for myself," she asked shyly.

That thought made his heart thump, the idea of bringing her in there and constraining her jumped to mind, though he was ashamed of immediately thinking that, when he knew she likely wanted to just see it. He was no sadist, he didn't like the feeling or idea of inflicting pain upon others, but the constraint was what he thought about.

It was a secret pleasure of his, having multiple women tied to the tools down there, bound to his will. He was embarrassed by his own thoughts, but now a girl had asked him to show her around, "I can show you," he said, wanting nothing more than to go down there with her, "but..." he said, looking back down to the stationary guards, "we'll have to take care of them first. I can handle that part."

"Oh," she asked, "Some rebellious streak? Didn't know you had it in you?"

"Not rebellion. Just cleverness and mostly intrigue."

They walked down together, Victor with his hands crossed, "Guards, I'd like you to report to mother that there's a thief on the loose."

"Really? Where?" One asked stoically.

"The two of you. You remember when I caught you taking a bite of that sweet roll, the one that was Princess Vitalia's, and had blamed me. You thought I didn't notice it myself, but I saw your hand touch it. If that's not enough," he turned to the other guard, "you took the ring that was dropped on the ground by Princess Claudia. I'm sure you pawned it off somewhere by now, but I'm also sure that they'd take my word for it over yours."

They both grew quiet, not realizing Victor had been so observant of their actions, "It'd like to take a short walk through the castle to show Madison here. Alone, please. Will that be a problem?" He asked.

They shook their heads, "But if you get caught without us," one said, your mother will put us in the stocks.

Well, the stocks are exactly where he wanted to go, "We won't be long. Just be near the entrance of the courtyard, as if we had stayed there. I'm sure mother's taking her time with the guests."

They walked, Madison growing impressed by the princeling's boldness.

---

Madison was excited when they entered the dungeon, looking at the strange gadgets securely bolted to the ground to prevent escape; "Scary," she said, "I don't want to think what happens here on a busy day."

"It hasn't been used in quite a long time. Mother's not really pleased with hearing the screams coming up the castle walls. Better they get sent to the city and be dealt with there."

Madison, as intrigued as she was about the dungeon, didn't seem to like the idea of it either, "That's good. I may see people every so often in the stocks, but it is different in the darkness, down here and alone."

"Like we are, right now?"

"You look like you wouldn't hurt a fly. Right?"

"Of course not. That would be my servant's job, if one were in my room," she giggled, and he wasn't sure what was so funny. What, was he supposed to get his own hand dirty?

"So, what makes you want to go down here, then? Want to try anything out?"

Madison looked around.

"That," she quickly decided on something. The stocks at the other end of the room; used to hold prisoners by their feet, multiple at a time. Just the thing Victor had wanted to try, though he didn't want to push such a thing at first.

He agreed, letting her climb over it slowly as he unlocked the hatches. He needed some slight help lifting the top portion of the stock, which was a single solid piece of wood that slid upwards, but he could hold it in place as Madison pushed her feet in, resting her ankles as he gently lowered the stock.

"So, this is what it's like being a prisoner here? It's not so bad, but I don't have much room to lay, especially with this tail of mine," she swished it around. For a Pokémon like her, laying down would be a bit difficult. Though that was likely not a thought when putting prisoners down here.

Victor locked the stock in place, leaving Madison helpless, though she didn't seem too concerned. He looked at the cute, blue toes on Madison, and back up as she waited, wanting to know just what he'd do now that he has her in his grasp.

He pressed his hand on the sole of her left foot, drawing her cute snort and giggle, before he took his other hand to her foot too attack it more, "What torture is this? It has to be a crime against all life, for I can't take a single more!" Her helpless laughs were lovely to Victor's ears, and he enjoyed tickling more than he expected, though when he was younger he remembered a time when his servant, Saffy, would come and tickle his feet so he'd get out of bed, though she hadn't done that for a while; him getting a bit old for such things.

Here, though, it felt the natural thing to do, teasing Madison's foot, giving the other some attention while she laughed, grasping the stocks tightly, clasping it.

"What is so funny, Madison, when I tickle you here?" He asked, rubbing between her toes, squishy blue toes that moved to the individual attention he put on her.

She snorted again, "You know why, you charlatan, tricking me so you could play your tricks. Give me a bit of a break, though."

He knew the time would eventually end, and there was some thought that if she could be an actual prisoner here, he'd have all the time he wanted to extract every laugh from the girl, but he didn't actually want her to suffer.

He stopped, seeing the tears in her eyes as he smiled, "I see it worked, you're in such pain you've begun to cry."

"How could you?" she wiped her tears away, "To a baroness's daughter, no less. Now please, can I get out? My butt's getting a little sore. You should put a pillow or something back here."

As he undid the bolts to let her out, he looked again at her, "Wait, really? I mean, not the pillow thing. You're the daughter of the baroness?"

She nodded, and he realized it really wasn't part of their mini role play.

"I'm sorry, I hadn't realized. Your, uh," memory failed him then what he's supposed to call the daughter of a baroness, specifically one not in his own domain, "My lady."

"You can call me Madison, now and forevermore. I don't mind."

He was glad of that. There was no need for formal titles between the two so far.

After he got her out, she sat at the edge, "Hm, I had fun doing that. Wish we could do it some more, but...I'd like to be on the other end."

"Hm," Victor thought, enjoying the high of the moment, feeling more bold than ever. If Madison was sore and didn't want to go in again, that was fair; but he much preferred the end of the torturer.

Then the sound of light bell chimes came to his ears.

"I have just the idea."

---

They found her--or really, she found them, luckily. She was apparently done attending to Queen Elena and the baroness as their deal was starting to become more serious.

"I was looking for you, and this lady here, when I found your two bodyguards saying they had no idea where you went! That seemed strange, so I thought you might have been kidnapped."

"So you went by the dungeon?"

"Well, I was going to get a bite to eat at the kitchen at that point. I got famished after talking quite a bit. I even drew a laugh from the baroness! The Queen was rather pleased with my performance, as always."

"You do put on quite the performance," Victor said.

"Anyways," she looked around the dungeon they were in, "You weren't kidnapped, but did you kidnap this girl?"

"Nothing like that," Victor quickly blurted out.

"It's true, I did come on my own volition. I'm the baroness's daughter, Madison."

She held her hand out, and they shook in greeting.

"Nettle, the Queen's favorite jester," she introduced herself, "I'll have to make you laugh next, then. So, why didn't the pepper want to eat?"

"Why?" Madison asked.

"Because it was stuffed!"

Madison looked at her, before coughing, "Ha!" She forced out, "That was good, but you know, I did a lot of laughing already, so my throat's a bit dry."

Victor nodded, "How about we show you a guaranteed way to draw out some laughs, but first, pick your poison," he pointed to the group of different contraptions.

"I've already had people tell me they'd put me in the stocks if I didn't stop with my jokes. Never did I think it'd be a joke in itself," she trusted him, though. Victor and Nettle were close, and Victor would never do anything to hurt anyone, nor his old or new friends.

She picked out one of the stocks that constrained the neck and arms. While not what he planned initially, tickling her was still possible with the two of them double-teaming her.

Now that he thought about it, she probably wouldn't want to climb the one Madison had, being the opposite of the other girl's physique, out of shape, especially for the usually limber Sprigatito.

Victor lifted the latch, trying not to seem too eager as he swung it open, and Nettle rested her head and arms down, before he put it back down and locked her in.

"Is this what being a beef wellington feels like?"

That wasn't her worst joke, at least, "It's a great shame we had to punish you for your unashamedly terrible puns, Nettle, but we must do what was asked."

"By whom? The Queen loves me!"

"Me, you impudent fool. I am the law down here, and I say you should be punished. One tickling, hand to foot, for about...well, as long as we feel like it. Now, Madison, let's see your expertise come to play.

She went to work, a strangely serious look on her face as she keeled and lifted the kicking girl's feet. Madison was far too strong to allow the Sprigatito any give, and her other foot continued to kick.

"Toe beans, rather clean. You don't go outside much, do you?"

"That's unfair! The ground is too hot outside."

Madison seemed very curious about the toe beans, pinching them slightly, getting Nettle to twist and laugh as her free leg lifted in the air, "This isn't funny!"

"You're the only one laughing," Though Victor did chuckle after he said that.

He joined in, grabbing Nettle's other foot, and she didn't seem to kick any longer, as she felt both their hands on her feet, tickling in unison. Two different sensations coming at her, one the blue, firm fingers of Madison, the other being Victor's soft hands, tackling different parts in between and on top of her squishy pads.

Victor took his time to savor the moment as they worked together. Sure, it wasn't quite having three girls to do with as he pleased, but it was a girl who he was becoming fast friends with tickling a girl he enjoys the pleasure of being around.

Her protests ended when her laughing grew harder and harder, until it became soft, and she started going more limp.

"Did we go too far?"

"No, no, it's fine! I can handle more of your tickling. As a jester, how could I not be able to handle a little tickling?" She tried laughing, wheezing, "Well, maybe you can give me a second."

"Should we let her go?" Madison asked, and Victor looked up, Nettle biting her lip, trying to breathe after the laughing fit.

"We've had enough fun, I think."

He lifted the constraint, letting Nettle out, her panting being heavy, "The nerve, I..." she took a second, "Did have fun, though. Maybe this is what I should be practicing at."

"Being bound and tickled? I don't think that's a career," if it was, it would take the fun out of it.

"Not a career, just those that need to be reminded it's okay to laugh, like when they hear my amazing jokes." It's infectious, he knew it. Now everyone's going to want to be bound and tickled! Well, he hoped that, at least. "Alright, there, settle down. I'd like to stay longer, but I'm sure my mother will want me back soon."

Victor was sad, knowing she'd have to leave, but it wasn't his say in the matter. If he could spend more time with her, he would.

Though, now he knew Nettle was interested in tickling.

They left the dungeon, Victor closing the door behind him, hoping one day he could go back in there, and enjoy the day as it had been today, with his friends.

"We'll meet again, okay?" She said, "Even if the deal goes sour, well, who really cares about that? I'm sure a princeling could try to come to the country, for a little humbling experience."

"Ooh, take me! That sounds like fun."

"You'd have to walk outside," Victor said.

"Why do you remind me?" She said, sighing, and the other two laughed together, drawing her own giggle in return.