Karma-Beetle

(ATTENTION: The themes dealt in this fetish story involve tickling, moral reprehensible actions lived by the main protagonist. Keep in mind that, as an author, I don't encourage to such behavior and firmly condemn them in real life. Also note that the characters doing such things in this story are VILLAINS and must NOT be admired. If you are not a fan of such stories, pass this one. Otherwise, enjoy.) Emily has always been envious of her colleagues at work. She was feeling like being constantly overshadowed by more talented reporters than her. In result, some were sent to work on the most interesting cases, while she was staying at the office, focused on boring and repetitive cases of political events in town. If Emily wanted to be recognized for her skills, it was far from genuine altruism. Her goals have always been to obtain the best article that could help her get a promotion, as well as the fame she was dreaming of. That night, as she was checking her emails, she noticed a

It was all quiet in the forest this late afternoon. As the Sun was getting lower, critters and birds were returning to their burrows and nest. Yet, by venturing deeper into the woods it would have been possible to hear the distant girlish laugh of one girl’s coming from a cabin. “Stay put, I just wanna know how it tastes with butter, is it too much to ask? *Slurp**Slurp*” Fatty was holding Alicia by the wrists above her head. “NO! NOT THAT! NOAHAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!” The poor girl was lied down in the living room, dressed in a tight blue shirt that the dwarves have cut right below her breast, exposing her whole tummy. The fat dwarf has disposed some butter on her tummy and was hungrily licking her navel with his dirty tongue, while Grizo, sat in an armchair, was reading a novel picked from the girl’s backpack. “Who wouldn’t try with that kind of clothes?” The “crooked nose” dwarf cackled while watching his fellow comrade savouring each lick on the crying girl’s messed up

(This Tickle Fanfiction is taking place at the end of the movie Road to El Dorado.) The wind was loudly breathing on the valley where trees and vegetation have been violently uprooting a few hours ago. Among the mud and the barks, a young body was lying, face on the ground; it was Chel. Slowly awaking, she got up, watching the devastation around her trying to focus and to remember how she get here in the first place. Suddenly, she remembered: “Tulio ! Miguel !” she screamed but no answers. The previous day, the trio have been caught by a sudden and violent hurricane which separated the young woman from her companions. Now, she was standing here, in the middle of nowhere, concerned about the safety of her friends and how far she has been separated from them. “Oh no. I would be so far, otherwise they would have already found me.” Ignoring the exact direction she should take, she looked around and felt the wind brushing her bare shoulders. “Well Chel, you wanted adventure after