Talbain's Ticklish Halloween Job

For my annual Halloween tickle picture, I have decided to go with one of my favorite werewolf tickle victims, Jon Talbain from Darkstalkers. With the help of the very talented Geminisaint: www.furaffinity.net/user/gemin… Talbain was able to find a great job at a haunted house, but at what ticklish cost?

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This commission was drawn by Geminisaint: www.furaffinity.net/user/gemin… and has given me permission to post it on my gallery.

                       "NO!" Talbain answered firmly. "Awwww, come on! We are in trouble if you don't help out." said Felicia. "I'm sorry but I do not do such "entertainment," Please ask someone else." said Talbain as he held his ground. "But I have tried everywhere, I can't find anyone else to fill the scene for the haunted house attraction, and with you being a werewolf, you'd be perfect!" replied Felicia. "Yes, perfectly dangerous, what if someone there finds out that I'm a werewolf? What will happen then?!" Talbain turned his back to Felicia. "But Jon, we will get paid a lot of extra money if we set up our own horror set, and you know that my old orphanage is struggling with money." coaxed Felicia. "Ahhhhh, okay Felicia okay. But just this once.

                     Tomorrow, on Halloween evening, Felicia, in a clothed disguise, and Talbain, in his human form, drove to the haunted house attraction and showed Talbain around. "So what do you think? Pretty creepy huh?" Talbain looked around at the stereotypical Halloween decorations. "Yes.........it's nice." The two walked to their assigned set. "Okay, here is our scenario." said Felicia, as she presented a wooden chair set with restraint stocks attached to it. "Huh, stocks? Your going to restrain me?" Felicia smiled innocently, "Ah, yes. It will be a scenario where you play as a captured werewolf who has been found guilty by the inquisition. Basically all you have to do is growl, snarl and be ferocious." Talbain frowned, "Oh, ferocious. Exactly the opposite of what I want to be." said Talbain sarcastically. "Ohhhh, now Jon lighten up. It's just acting, and nobody will interact with you, they will always stay behind the red rope. Are you still okay with doing this?" Felicia asked. "Yes.......lets get on with it."

                   Later that night at 6:00 the haunted house officially opened and spectators began coming in. "Great everything is set! How do those stocks feel?" Talbain, in his full werewolf form, moved around in the sturdy set of stocks as he tried to get comfortable. "I'm okay, how long is this going to last again?" asked the werewolf. "Oh, not too long. Now I told you to lighten up, and act like we did in the rehearsal." Talbain sighed, as Felicia went behind the curtain for something. "Oh wait, almost forgot a important part." Felicia carried out a strange piece of machinery that had two wheels and strange "straps" attached to them, and layed it in front of Talbains feet. "Since you are going to be punished, inquisition style, I've created a machine that simulates a cows tongue, minus the saliva." Talbain rolled his eyes. "Great, it's not enough that I'm going to be presented in front of people like an animal, but I'm going to be tortured by a machine that they didn't even have back in the time period." Felicia was starting to get flustered. "Oh, stop, I had to get creative." Suddenly the lights started to dim. "Oh, that's our cue. I'll work the microphone, while you get into the scary spirit." Felicia disappeared behind the curtains, leaving Talbain alone in the stocks. Talbain sighed again, and prepared for his role. As the visitors entered the now dim room with Talbain was, Felicia's horror themed voiced could be heard over the microphone. "Welcome everybody, we have quite a treat for you. You all have heard of werewolves and their infamous legends, but few tales have yet to be told in the dark ages of the inquisition! Behold!" The curtains around Talbain opened and Talbain let out a ferocious growl at the audience. The customers were shocked and astounded at such a werewolf design, was it a suit? Was it robotic? Many thoughts when through their minds. " Look upon this wicked creature of the night, from his sharp teeth, to his dirty yellow toenails, he is an affront to everything that is good!" Talbain groaned on the inside, "Ugh, she just had to make a remark on my nails. She's never going to let it go, is she?" Felicia continued to narrate. "This werewolf was found guilty by the inquisition and was sentenced to their most horrible torture, the Torture of the Cow's Tongue! Watch as the werewolf suffers under the wraith of a simulation of that very torture!"

             Felicia then turned on the machine at Talbain's feet. Making the wheels turn and making the thick, heavy brushes with the rough bristles brush up Talbain's feet like a tongue. Upon feeling the bristles, Talbain's eyes widened as he felt a sensation he hasn't felt in a while. The werewolf's feet began to struggle and pull away from the "cow tongues" but his toes were tied down. The faster the machine went, the harder the sensation felt, it tickled! Talbain just realized the terrifying situation he was in, he was locked in stocks with his feet being unintentionally tickled by a machine, and there was no way he could get out in front of the by passing spectators! Talbain tried to resist the tickling as the machine sped the torture wheels faster and faster as the bristles tormented his sensitive feet more and more. He couldn't laugh out loud, he couldn't call for help, and he couldn't break out for fear that something might happen that could reveal his truth. Talbain looked down at the evil torture device, desperately wanting to break out of the stocks and smash it, but all he could do was prevent himself from laughing while remembering to put on a show as best he can without breaking character.

         3 hours later............after the haunted house was closed down for the remainder of the night, both Felicia and Talbain's job's were done. "Whew, that was a long haul. So how did you do? I couldn't see the whole show, but it looks lik-HUH!?" Felicia suddenly stopped herself as she saw that Talbain was very sweaty and almost out of breath. "Talbain, are you okay? The performance couldn't have been that tiring?" Talbain was so incredibly furious he couldn't wait to get out of the stocks and give Felicia a hard tongue lashing. But suddenly, Felicia wrapped her arms around Talbain's stocked head and nuzzing close to him. "Sorry, I hope it wasn't too hard or two embarrassing for you. Thanks, Jon. This money we are going to make will help out the orphanage very well." said Felicia as she kissed him on his fuzzy cheek. Talbain's anger slumped into a frown, deciding not to give the cat girl a hard time, besides, the less he mentions his ticklishness, the better. "S-sure, it was no problem. Always glad to help." Felicia smiled as she picked up the machine and moved it out of the room. "Awwww, thanks wolfy. Now let me get you out of those stocks. I think I left the keys in the prop trailer, be right back." Felicia then left the worn out werewolf locked in the stocks inside the haunted house room.

         As Talbain waited for Felicia to return, he heard some people coming. Nervous, he sat still in the stocks, posing as a robotic werewolf. It was a couple of kids that snuck back into the haunted house. "Huh, you thought that thing was alive? Ha ha, give me a break. That's the most fake robotic I've seen." said one bully. "Yeah, your pulling our chain you little geek." said the other bully. "No I swear, I saw it. It looked so real moving around in that chair while that machine did something to it's feet, I think it was tickling it or something." One bully pushed the third kid forward, as he gave him some feathers. "Oh really, Heh I dare you to tickle that thing's feet, maybe it might come alive. Heh Heh" Upon hearing this, Talbain couldn't believe he was going through this again, and this time he couldn't move a muscle! The younger boy passed the red rope and began brushing the feathers up and down Talbain's feet. Immediately he began sweating, the feathers weren't as bad as the brushes, but it was maddening to not move an inch due to his sensitivity. As the feathers went down, up to, and in between his toes, Talbain was just about to loose it! "Ha! what a load of bull!" shouted one of the bullies. "Your word is just as fake as that stupid werewolf's fur, teeth and it's ugly, yellow dirty toenails! Heh Heh Heh"
     
           GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! THEIR NOT DIRTY! IT'S THEIR NATURAL COLOR!!!" Talbain, growing increasing unstable from the ticklish endurance finally broke after the toenail remark. The kids just froze their for a second, before running out of the room, screaming their heads off.
     
           "Oh great......." sighed Talbain.



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