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The Giggle Gang

By : Abdul Swiftwing

The waters crashed against the two vessels as the various mon murmured among themselves. On the larger vessel the multiple passengers and crew had been rounded up and set in the middle of the the top deck. All types of mon of various ages sat there in the sun and looked plain miserable. Surrounding the large group of two hundred were several tough looking mon who all wore a single brown leather patch around their right biceps. Most of them were water types, but there were a few other types sprinkled among their ranks.

There had been no announcement when the pirates had boarded, and by the time an alarm could be sounded half of the ship had already been taken hostage. The captain had no choice but to surrender to the invading crew. Thankfully no one had been critically injured. The pirates had done their best to avoid any sort of aggressive action, only using attacks such as Sleep Powder to knock out the more rowdy passengers. When all of the mon had been rounded up, there had been a clear divide among two groups.

There was the larger group of mon, and a smaller group. It was readily apparent to the passengers and the crew of the captured ship why the smaller group had been formed. The few mon who had managed to put up a fight against the invading pirates were all in that group, and there were many guards around them.

The group numbered six and consisted of a Machop, a Hitmonchan, a Greninja, a Charmeleon, a Hawlucha, and a Grovyle. Each had managed to either hold back the pirates for some time, or had been able to take a few of their numbers down. Everyone's thoughts were the same. The pirates would make an example of that group, perhaps even kill them in front of the other passengers so as to ensure their continued cooperation. It was five hours after the complete take over when a Lopunny walked over to the group, "Hello everyone!" She shouted out. "I know that you are all fearful, but there is no need to be scared! We'll be going off soon, and the majority of you will be allowed to keep on traveling on this ship!"

She frowned, "But, we did come here for another reason as well." She turned to the six mon that had been set aside, "Our small group will come with us. Now, my associates will lead you all through what is expected. Make sure you listen. If you don't, you're liable to be killed. Thank you for your time."

With that she gave a nod to the guards surrounding the six prisoners. They forced the six to their feet and led them through the ship's corridors and to one of the boarding planks they had set up. One by one the prisoners were led over to the smaller wooden vessel. All around were pirates that chuckled and pointed at the mon. "Welcome, welcome!" A voice boomed out from up top. Near the wheel of the vessel was an young Monferno who leaped down and landed before the captives, "Hello new recruits! I am Captain Leonard. And welcome to my crew!"

"Your crew?" The Charmeleon asked with a snort, "And who says we'll join?"

The monkey snapped his eyes to the Charmeleon, smirking a bit as he eyed the lizard up and down, "Well well... you're the one who led that minor revolt, aren't you? Kept us from getting the south end for a good hour or so."

The fire type looked over at the other captives, frowning a bit, before he looked back at the lizard, "Now... you and I will chat alone." He pointed out to the other captives, "Go ahead and separate them. We already divided them up, so follow on with your chosen mon."

With that he gestured for the lizard to follow him into his own quarters. "And, your name is?" He asked his captive as he shut the door behind them.

"Jared." The lizard muttered as he continued to glare at the ape.

"Ah, good old Jared." The Monferno sat down on a chair that laid against a table as he smirked, "I could use someone like you on my crew, you know."

Jared slowly sat down, "So, what? You want me to join your crew? You know that won't be happening."

"Oh, it will." Leonard replied. "They all say the same thing. A week on board of our vessel will quickly change your mind. You see." He crossed his legs and leaned forward in his seat, "We didn't just attack the vessel you all were on just to get some knick knacks. It was a test." He leaned back with a smug grin on his lips, "You see, we are a constantly growing crew. We need strong mon and smart mon to be on our side. So, we set upon boarding vessels and seeing who responds." He pointed right at Jared, "And you lit right on up on our radar. We always want new talent on board, so what do you say?"

He spread his arms and hopped on top of his seat, "Join us and see the world! Get to know the waters!"

"I'll be passing." Jared stubbornly crossed his arms against his chest.

The Monferno's grin faded as he let out a weak sigh, "I guess there's no convincing you then. I guess we'll have to let you off board then." He leaned back on his chair, a clear frown on his face, "We've really never had anyone refuse before. To be honest... I just sort of play up the intimidation shtick and hope that they're too stupid to even try and back out. I mean, I have all of these pirates, I have the cool ship.... that's usually enough to deter any thoughts of refusing, but here you are. I never considered a mon like you turning up to my doorstep." He made his way to the door, about to open it up, before he paused. Another smirk formed along his face, "Ooooorrr.... we could break your will. Shatter it to pieces and force you to join!" He rubbed at his chin a bit in thought, "I think we'll do that instead."

Jared slowly stood up, "Then, you better start soon." He opened his maw as a burst of flame shot out at the wooden table, instantly lighting it up. He turned his head and sprayed out more fire at the wall. All the while Leonard gasped and jumped about wildly, "You'll sink this whole ship!"

"I don't care!" Jared spat as he bellowed out another Flamethrower at the floor. Leonared wasn't having anymore of those tactics. He jumped at Jared and a powered up punch connected with Jared's jaw. The lizard staggered back, rubbing a bit at the sore spot.

"CREW! WE HAVE A FIRE!" Leonard roared out loud. The doors burst open as a Croconaw and a Floatzel charged in. The croc began tackling the fire on the ground while the otter sprayed a cannon of water right at Jared. The lizard howled in agony as the cold liquid sprayed along his scales and left him sputtering.

Before Jared could recover Leonard walked on over and pulled his arm back. The last thing the fire-type saw was Jared's fist heading for his face before everything went dark.

As he started coming back to he realized that something was different. No. Many things were different. For starters he was no longer in the captain's chambers. He was in a smaller wooden room that had a single chair and a small table situated before him. He would have chuckled at the pirates' mistake of giving him more wood to burn... if he was capable of opening his mouth. They had been smart enough to put his jaw in a leather muzzle that effectively kept his lips shut tightly. Any attempts to part his mouth was met with the sturdiest of resistance.

Just as his jaw was kept bound, so were the other parts of his body. Right off the bat he felt some sort of wooden structure pressing against his back. His arms had been raised and bent back so that they were tied behind him along a wooden pole. His ankles were tied to the bottom of the wooden device and even the midsection of his tail was kept bound by rope so that the flame itself was unable to touch any of the ropes. All he could do was twist his head from side to side and sweep his eyes about for any signs of his captors. There didn't seem to be anyone within the room, so he began struggling about.

He had to give credit where credit was due, these pirates sure did know how to bound a mon up! His various squirming and bucking against the device had no effect on the wood. There wasn't even the hint of a weary creak! As he tried to wiggle his ankles against their ropes he could hear the sound of a door opening from behind him.

"Well well well, it seems the lizzie is finally awake!" From his left side stepped out Leonard, this time sporting a smug grin, "I'm sorry for the rather... un-accommodating precedents we've taken, but when you attempt to sink a ship by starting a fire, well, let's say you tied our hands on that account."

Jared just glared all the while at the ape, grunting a bit through his muzzle. Leonard paused in his speech and smirked a bit, "I see that you are unable to engage me in intelligent discussion at the moment. In any case, I'll cut to the chase." The Monferno placed his hands together as he stared upon the bound lizard, "Your refusal of our earlier proposition is one of two paths you could have taken. We were prepared for some of our new recruits to outright refuse our invitation. So, consider this your... reeducation."

He walked up to the lizard and tapped his fingers together, "So then, we both know you'll fight back. That you'll resist as best as you can. In the end, you will fall. You see..." He walked over to the right and out of Jared's field of vision, 'We have creative methods here to break new recruits. None of that brainwashing stuff that psychics do. Oh no. We want you to still be yourself. What we do have... is this."

Jared could hear Leonard making his way behind him, and he couldn't help but instinctively tense up. His first guess was the monkey using water on his tail. Possibly even threatening to kill it off if he didn't convert to their side. Instead, he got something quite different. He jolted a bit when he felt the furry fingers of his captor suddenly brush along his ribs ever so slowly. "You aren't... sensitive here? Are you?" Leonard asked as he ever so gently rubbed his fingertips along the bottom of his captive's defenseless ribs.

Jared could only tremble in place as those fingers started at the bottom of his ribs, lightly stroking along his flesh as they gradually began to rise. "How about we count your ribs together?" Leonard asked him. "Oooooh, one rib." A single finger stroked along each side of his body. "Two ribs." The fingers rose and stroked along the next. Jared's eyes widened more and more as the fingers continued to ascend, each causing a more volatile shudder to run along his muscles. He was more than thankful as his last pair was stroked along.

"Hm... we're all out of ribs." Leonard hummed out loud as he tapped a foot along the wooden floor, "What to stroke next? Oh!" He snapped his fingers, "I know!"

Jared's eyes practically bulged out of his head as the furry fingers lightly caressed along his exposed armpits. He couldn't stop the muffled giggle from escaping his throat, and that caused Leonard to pause. ".... I see..." The Monferno murmured, "Rather... sensitive there, aren't we?" The monkey asked with a teasing tone. "Well... let's see how far we can get with that, shall we?"

Leonard's fingers resumed their rubbing of those sensitive underarms, all the while as Jared began to twitch wildly. The Charmeleon was doing his best to keep his other giggles silent, but the fingers were relentless. They glided along his sensitive hollows, stroking, rubbing, and even poking at them at random intervals. The sheer attention caused a light blush to form along Jared's red cheeks as muffled laughter quickly began to pour out from his throat.

No matter how he twisted about or buckled the restraints refused to loosen. Leonard's fingers continued their waltz along the armpits as he began to diversify his tactics. At times all of his fingers would glide along the scales. At other points he would allow a single finger to wiggle up and down, and sometimes he would allow two fingers to glide about in a circle along the hollow. Even at other points he would press down with only his thumbs and stroke up and down. Every antic of his caused Jared to tremble and shake with glee. Even though he couldn't squeal with laughter, Leonard could very well see the pleasure that his captive was experiencing.

"There we go... let the laughter consume you." The monkey advised. He pointed out his index fingers and circled them about in the lizard's armpits, giggling to himself as his helpless captive threw his head back to try and find some relief from the torture. The fingers dug in deep and wiggled up and down along those hollows, a grin forming along the ape's face as he watched his captive squirm about like a caught Rattata before he finally pulled his fingers away. Jared's head fell forward as the Charmeleon focused on taking deep breaths to calm himself.

"Hm..." Leonard walked back around and stared at the lizard, "You'll do rather fine. I know that I saw Morty eyeing you when you walked on board." He held up one finger, "I give you one day. One day before your will shatters and you join us." He patted Jared's head ever so softly and gave him a wink, "Think about it. If you don't want to go through giggling hell, I suggest you just join us now."

With that, the ape left the room. Jared just closed his eyes, not thinking on Leonard's words.... but instead fuming with anger. Just because he was tickled a little bit didn't mean that he would just let his pride fall to the wayside! As soon as he gathered his breath he once again tugged and jerked in his bound up position. He was smart enough to realize that if remained in captivity like this he would surely be abused for who knew how long. He had to get out of these bindings, get his mouth free, and start burning this place up.

Amid his squirming and grunting he heard the door open once more. He halted his current attempt and looked on to see another mon enter the scene. A rather cheerful Mr. Mime came over and patted the fire-type on the head, "Hey there little guy!" The clown mon replied with a high pitched voice, "I'm Morty! I hear that you're having a rather hard time adapting to the ship!"

Jared narrowed his eyes and struggled once more against the bonds that held his arms back. Morty just grinned and with a quick flash both hands had not only positioned themselves at each of Jared's armpits, but the fingers had started to lightly flick themselves along his scales. "Come on! Cheer up champ and smile for me!"

Jared squirmed once more, his upper body twisting as best as it could, yet Morty's command was soon followed out. A smile quickly formed along the captive's lips as he snorted out. "There we go! Just keep that smile on!" Morty suggested. The fingers slid up and down along the smooth scales as Jared's jaw twitched wildly. The gloves the psychic were far softer than Leonard's fingers and helped to further Jared's current dilemma.

As the fingers stroked ever so slowly along the hollows Morty couldn't help but push forward some small talk. "So, just a personal query. Answer if you want... but I'll find out eventually. It might even save you some trouble if you just go ahead and tell me now! What other weak spots do you possess? Hm? Maybe those soles? Perhaps your ribs? Sides?"

Jared frantically shook his head, causing Morty to chuckle softly, "Oh, you're a lively one. We rarely get any that survive a few days with their willpower in tact. Yet... I see such a strong resistance within you. You're going to be fun to break." The psychic sped up his fingertips as he continued, "I've never had any personal time with a Charmeleon, so we'll both learn about each other while you're here. I'll start! I've been a pirate for several years now. I was actually one of the first to join Leonard's ranks! how about you? What do you do for a living? Well... did for a living."

Jared trembled all the while, his jaws struggling to part and break free from the muzzle that bound them. Morty tilted his head, then chuckled more to himself, "Oh, that's right! Silly me! I forgot that after your little accident up top that Leonard bound you shut! Let's see..." While one hand continued to frolic about in an armpit the other reached up and grabbed at the straps that held Jared's mouth shut. With a single tug the muzzle unraveled and fell to the ground. Jared's lips parted as uproarious laughter quickly escaped from his throat. Jared's body quivered with every high pitched squeal as the second hand once more returned to its own armpit.

"Now, how about you answer my query?" Morty asked.

Jared couldn't the answer even if he wanted to. The only noises he could make consisted purely of laughter as tears soon began to form in his eyes, eventually leaking down his cheeks. "Hm? Not wanting to shed a single light for me, huh?" Morty asked. "Well, I'll just have to punish you for that!" The psychic's eyes glowed a deep blue as from the side two feathers floated up and toward Jared's sides. The feathery tips pointed toward his scales before they ever so slowly glided up and down.

Jared's laughter rose another pitch as all he could do was shake his head from side to side in a desperate bid to break free from his restraints. It accomplished naught as Morty spoke again, "Now then... how about you answer my query? I might have to add a brush or two if you don't~" The psychic teased. Jared's response was to double over as best as he could as his booming laughter echoed about the room. Morty just sighed as, true to his word, two small brushed floated up next, each slowly lowering to line up with his soles. As the new tickling instruments approached Jared managed to scream out an answer.

"CONSTRUCTION!" The Charmeleon squealed from the pit of his being, "CONSTRUHAHAHAHAHACTION!" He screamed in desperation.

The brushes stopped their advancement as Morty's eyes glimmered, "Well, see? Was that so hard? Construction is a physically demanding job, you know. No wonder you're nice and built." The hands moved down from his pits, all the way to tease at his stomach as the feathers moved up to take their place at the underarms. Jared squeaked at the new sensation that teased at his pits. "So, a construction worker then? Have any family? Perhaps a mate?"

Jared shook his head frantically as he felt his head throb about in pain. He managed to let out one last squeal before everything blacked out. He wasn't sure how long he slept, but his eyes managed to slowly open as he felt someone rubbing his face, "Easy..."

Jared let out a groan, struggling to say something but only able to sputter out pure nonsense. "Oh, sssshhh...." Morty murmured as he patted the weary lizard's head, "Easy... let me help you out." Over the course of a few minutes Morty gently unbound Jared and set him down on a chair. The Charmeleon weakly looked back, finally able to see the equipment he had been bound to. It was a simple wooden structure with one wooden block set straight up with another wooden block attached the top and set perpendicular to the first. The second block had some sort of indention that had no doubt held the bonds in place when he had attempted to try and break free.

Despite his free state Jared could barely muster enough energy to breathe. Morty hummed all the while as he grabbed the wooden restraints that he had unfastened and walked behind Jared. Jared's arms soon glowed with a blue tint as they moved of their own accord. They bent back and placed themselves along the slab as Morty tied his wrists together, "There we go. Get your blood pumping again. But, don't think that's the end of the surprises." He reached over to a set can and opened it up. He dipped a finger into it and walked toward Jared, ever so casually lifting his finger up to reveal it was now coated in some kind of white powder. He reached over and flicked his finger about against his pits, causing a few giggles to escape the tired Charmeleon's maw.

Jared looked at each of his underarms, seeing that they were now completely covered with the powder. At first he wondered what the purpose of such a tactic was. Then he felt it. At first, it was a minor annoyance. An itch. An itch centered right in the center of each pit. Then... the itch progressed out. He trembled in his chair and let out a cry as the itching grew in annoyance. He tugged at the bonds that held his wrists as he ground his teeth together. The itching soon emanated from every square inch of his underarms, and just seemed to worsen as the seconds passed. He was so focused on the annoyance that when his muzzle slipped back on he was taken entirely by surprise.

"I'll be back by supper." Morty said as he gave a friendly pat to Jared's head. "Take care."

Jared let out a muffled angry howl as the door closed once more. He turned his attention back to the itching sensation, now gradually becoming somewhat of a stinging feeling. He trembled and jerked in place, yet his earlier blackout had vastly drained his stamina and he could only weakly tug at the rope. All the while the itching kept on getting worse. Jared bucked about, grunted and hissed to himself as it was soon all that he could think about.

Every second ticked by slowly as Jared's trembling became desperate. He soon let out muffled whines as he fell back against his seat. There was no escaping this. This stupid itch! Please, someone had to scratch it! He couldn't angle himself in any meaningful way... but someone had to be out there! He tried to scream out, but his muzzle effectively silenced him. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, but when the door opened once more he was letting out muffled screams as he wiggled his chair about.

"Oh, relax. It's not THAT bad." Leonard muttered out. Behind the ape was Morty who chuckled a bit, "Should we help liberate him from the itching powder?"

"With haste." Leonard grinned at Jared, "Trust me.... this will be unlike anything you've experienced up till now." He leaned over and tugged the muzzle off of the Charmeleon's jaw, "There we go. Better?"

Jared wasn't listening at all to Leonard's words. All he wanted was to be freed from this itching sensation. He didn't care about experiences or other things, just get this damn powder off of him! Morty eventually came back into view, this time with a soapy brush in his hand, "Are you ready?" He asked. Jared frantically nodded his head, just wanting the itching sensation to end already! Morty leaned over and placed the brush in his pit, before he began to scrub along the skin.

It was then that Jared truly realized the meaning behind Leonard's words. Every nerve in his body lit up like a Christmas tree as his pits felt three times as sensitive as before. His squeals came out at the highest pitch he could muster as every limb had shuddered from pure overstimulation. His jaw widened as he squealed every time those thick bristles glided along his scales. Tears leaked from his eyes as the Charmeleon cried in front of his captors. As Morty finished with his first pit and moved to the second, Jared couldn't take it. The bristles barely poked against the skin as Jared let out a high pitched squeal and subsequently lost consciousness with his head falling forward.

Morty paused in his cleaning and looked back to the captain with a frown, "What do I do now, sir?"

"Just clean him up. When he wakes up, continue with his re-education" The Monferno said with a sly chuckle, "For now... consider him your pet. Make sure he doesn't burn anything else down." His eyes glittered as he looked upon the groaning Charmeleon, "He's going to be a good addition to the Giggle Gang."