#tickle machine

[benji-1210]

So ready to be tickled into another plane of existence.

Like oops I stole this rare and valuable object from a lab doing experiments on touch and sensation

and oops they caught me

and oops now im bound and helpless

oh no they're testing out their new tickle machine on me

oh no its got tons of hands and brushes and feathers and vibrators

oh no its reaching for me

oh no its learning all my worst (best) tickle spots

uh oh it found my death spot

oh dear I pissed all over the table

oh no they aren't stopping

oh lord im cumming

no let me cum

please im begging oh god i need to cum its been hours

please

it feels so good

it tickles so bad

im cumming

on no im so sensitive now

oh goD oh No they won't StOp AaaHg

anyway, that would be such a shame....if they got me....

[lewdligu]

The bluetooth foot tickler in action~ You can see their reactions are so good in the pausing, really selling how the anticipation and the changing patterns are such great additions to the massager-style tickling.

Still gotta make some tweaks to the power cable and a bit of the attachment, but this is a hella promising thing. <3

Check out Rose on Twitter, too!

[mushygiggles]

~Sowwy my hand slipped. I was just eager to get to draw robot kissing with tickles 👉👈 💞💞 -Guess I let the mystery tickler cat out of the bag a bit.. But I'm sleepy and wanna take a nap so I'll just post this for now with brief explanation!~ :3c

All you need to know for now is that is Mimi's (currently nameless) boyfriend! (Uses he/they) 💜...and they happen to be a sentient robot! (Think Electric Dreams meets Her minus ALL the sadness. No tragedy here folks.)

They're also uh.. veryyyy good at tickling.. and surprising her hehe.

What goes better than make outs and tickles? Absolutely nothing. Nothing I tell you! Hehe 💗⭐

-I'll probably color this later! 💜

[ticklingduck]

New "Tickle Vibration rod"This product has been out of stock for a while, but we have found a parts supplier so it looks like we will be able to sell it again. We have made a sample using new parts.

[lumiarrts]

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[smiley-star]

Art

I made art for my shirt fic: Protocol: Nosy Nardo

I'm not the best at drawing, but I hope you like it!!

[mushiewrites]

Got Your Back

Hiya! So I’ve had this fic since last September, I wrote it for @emmadoodlewrites when we both went insane for tickle machines and made up a few in a flustered frenzy. I recently rediscovered this fic and shared it with @wishitweresummer, who encouraged me over and over to upload it. So, I reworked it, somehow added 1K words, and here we are. Thank you @awkwardtickleetoo + summer for reading this through for me and for hyping it up and making me want to post it! (and thank u cal for the title ur a genius). I love how it turned out, and I hope you do too!

After George confessed his love for tickling to Dream, he decides to make him something special in support. Dream gets curious, and before he knows it, he’s stuck

(lee!Dream / tickle machine : 3.6K words)

Dream had always been curious. Everyone who knew him was aware of this fact, mostly due to the blonde getting himself into trouble because of it. Whether he was exploring new places without a map or tinkering with things he shouldn’t, he was used to things backfiring. But he didn’t really mind. He much preferred taking the risk in favor of trouble in order to learn everything he could about anything and everything he was interested in - including people.

Another thing Dream was known for was his generosity. Gift giving was absolutely one of his main love languages, and he constantly used it to show his friends and loved ones just how much he cared for them. Dream was thoughtful, always collecting things that reminded him of specific people and being so excited to give it to them, relishing in the way their faces would light up at the unexpected gift.

Recently, George had revealed some very personal information about himself with Dream. A few weeks ago, while sitting underneath an oak tree in the rain, George had told Dream his thoughts and feelings on tickling - about how much he loved it, and how much he adored the feeling of it. He told Dream how warm and safe the action made him feel, sputtering and whining through it all. It took some much needed coaxing and reassurance from the blonde, but in the end, George got it all out. Dream was there to support him through the whole thing, wrapping him into the biggest hug he could while showering him in praise.

Immediately after George had left that day, the cogs in Dream’s brain began to turn. He was set on creating things to show George that he didn’t have to be embarrassed about his secret adoration for tickling, wanting to make him something special and just for him. Dream spent many nights hunched over his crafting table drawing up blueprints, feeling like a madman whenever he came up with a new contraption to torture George with. After coming up with a few solid ideas, the building began.

It started with a small tickle machine.

It was around the same size and shape of a normal backpack, and designed to sit against the back the same way. There were eight retractable arms that sat over the shoulders, ribs and sides, much like how a koala would cling onto a person. The arms were designed to be able to perform the meanest of tickles that George could handle (or not, but that wasn’t Dream’s problem). The ends of the metal rods were covered in small rubber nubs, molded to glide expertly between ribs, to skitter up and down squishy sides, to poke and prod against sensitive stomachs - the possibilities were endless on someone as ticklish as George.

The machine was still in the prototype stages, but it was ready to be tested to make any final adjustments. He planned on waiting until the next time he was with George to test it, wanting to see how the machine worked on the smaller boy and hoping to find ways to make improvements. But the longer the device sat idly, waiting for its first victim, the more Dream’s curiosity grew.

So he decided to test it himself.

After a lot of pacing and contemplating, he walked over to the chest in the corner of the room where he kept the machine, opening the lid and chuckling nervously when he saw it. It looked like some kind of giant upside down bug, with the legs curled in on themselves while in the ‘off’ position. Dream lifted it from the chest, holding it in his hands and inspecting it while the butterflies in his stomach erupted into a whole new wave of panic. It took a bit of self convincing but he finally decided that yes, he was absolutely going to test this now. What George didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

Dream let out a nervous giggle as he pressed the little green power button on the middle of the machine, reaching around and holding it against his back the best he could to try and secure it. He struggled with the positioning, taking a few steps back until he felt his heels hit the wall. Dreamed leaned against it, using the wall to help hold the machine in the correct spot and allowing the arms to finally extend out and over his body, clinging on and tightening to hold itself in place. The blonde watched in amusement as the arms reached over his shoulders and hugged around different parts of his ribs and sides, settling down after a few minutes and becoming still against him. He smirked to himself, happy with the way the machine was working so far.

Dream jumped forward with a yelp as the arms began to move, pulling him from his thoughts and bringing his attention to the new sensation that was spreading across his torso. It was only the first stage of the tickling, Dream having set different settings and stages for different tickling speeds and techniques. But even at the lowest stage, it had Dream doubled over, squirming against the wall as the ends of the metal arms pressed lightly against his ribs. The drew small, slow circles into the bones, pulling strained laughs out of Dream even as he tried his hardest to hold them in. He didn’t expect it to be this bad, but it was, and all he could think about was how much this would get to George. Through his panicked giggles he cheered at his success in making a functioning tickle machine.

The arms slowed to a halt, giving Dream time to catch his breath. He stood back up on his feet, turning around to face the wall and leaning his forehead against it with a groan. He closed his eyes as he continued to take in deep breaths, smiling at the thought of George screaming and squealing having to endure this himself. Suddenly the arms sprung back to life, digging in with a little more pressure at a quicker speed. Dream was thrown into loud cackles almost immediately, pushing off the wall and throwing his head back, his arms pressed as tightly as he could to his sides in an attempt to block out the tickly feeling.

“Ohoho my Gohohod, fuck! Thihis is bahahad!” Dream knew no one was around but couldn’t help but narrate the feeling. It was just so much more ticklish than he ever thought it would be, and it was only the second stage. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes still squeezed shut as he let out a wheeze through his laugh, hiccups and high pitched squeals following closely behind.

The arms that rested over his shoulders were prodding into his top ribs, just below his armpits. They dug in slightly, vibrating over the bones every few seconds and making Dream feel weak in the knees. The other three sets of arms were poking into his ribs and sides, moving slightly every time they lifted up and touching down, always tickling a new patch of skin to keep him squirming. He leaned forward as he cackled, trying his best to stay standing as he laughed himself silly. He couldn’t remember the last time he was tickled this much - in his defense, he couldn’t really remember anything anyway with how fiercely the machine was tickling. Through it all, though, he did have one consistent thought; it tickled, and it tickled bad.

Dream gasped for air the minute the machine came to another pause, his giggles remaining as the metal arms stayed pressed against the bones of his ribs. He couldn’t shake the ghost tickles that had his stomach doing somersaults, even when he used his hands to rub the areas around where the arms were resting. The blonde found himself giggling helplessly, deciding he’d done enough testing for one day and reaching back in an attempt to power off the machine. George could try out the more intense settings the next time he stopped by.

But as Dream felt around blindly for the power button, he realized he couldn’t reach it from this position. He opened his eyes in a panic, quickly looking around on the table beside him for anything he could use to help reach it.

“Shit. Uhm….” Dream was mumbling under his breath as he searched through different tools, eventually giving up and turning around to gently press against the wall behind him to try and successfully hit the power button. But it was no use, and the familiar sound of the machine whirring to life echoed through the room once more.

Suddenly the arms were digging into his ribs and sides, only this time, the bottom set of arms made their way over to his very sensitive tummy. He let out a shriek as they vibrated into the pudge of his lower tummy, between his belly button and the waistband of his pants.

“No no nahahahaha! Fuhuhuck, plehehease! PLEHEHEASE!” Dream wailed, feeling the second lowest set of arms moving over either side of his belly button and pressing in, vibrating again, but at a much faster pace than before. He doubled over once again, his back arching off the wall before leaning over with his elbows to his knees, cackling towards the floor with his eyes squeezed shut.

Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the top two sets of arms began seeking out even more sensitive spots on his very ticklish torso. The lower of the top two sets found their way to the back of Dream’s ribs, a spot he had programmed purposely to fuck with George. He cried out at the feeling, never having been tickled there before and realizing how absolutely torturous it was. The top set framed themselves perfectly to wiggle their way under Dream’s arms, sending him flying back against the wall with his arms crossed over his stomach tightly.

“Nohoho, oh fuhuhuck, stohohop!” His knees began to wobble and he allowed himself to slowly slide down the wall, only stopping when he hit the ground with a thump. Dream pulled his knees up as much as he could, attempting to try and protect himself from the tickling but finding that it only further pressed the arms into his skin. He quickly straightened his legs out against the ground, kicking as he grabbed fistfuls of his pants, needing to hold onto something.

As the tickling continued, Dream fell to the ground on his side, turning onto his back and rolling back and forth a few times to try and hit the button against the floor. The third set of arms moved a little closer on either side to his belly button and he squealed, thrashing and squirming and kicking out as much as he could. No matter how much he pressed the machine into the ground, no matter what angle, it was no use - Dream was well and truly stuck.

The tickling finally stopped, but Dream couldn’t stop laughing. He was overwhelmed with the vibrations from the ghost tickles, still feeling the tingly circles and pokes over his torso as if they were still happening - even in the spots left untouched. He heard a noise from across the room and opened his eyes quickly, almost choking on his own breath as he saw George standing in the doorway, whose cheeks were bright red with his jaw dropped to the floor.

“G-George! I cahahan-”

“Dream?” George interrupted, his blushy cheeks somehow also appearing to be drained of all color as his eyes focused on the machine still wrapped around the blonde. “..What is that?”

The younger boy opened his mouth to try and explain, to try and make any excuse he could, but was cut off with a loud cackle when the machine clicked back on, the arms back in motion and making him scream.

“Noho not again! Nohoho plehehease! NOHOHO!” Dream let out a squeal that bounced off the walls of the room, startling George with the force of it. The older boy ran over and kneeled next to the blonde, trying to figure out what it was and what exactly was happening.

He watched with wide eyes as the metal arms poked and swirled and vibrated against Dream’s torso, focusing on his ribs and under his arms. The blonde let out a scream when the machine began to pick up speed and the bottom arms moved, making him arch up against the ground before falling back down against it, writhing and kicking as he did. Dream’s hands were wrapped around the bottom set of arms, pulling as much as he could to try and dislodge them, but finding it useless. George’s eyes trailed down to where they disappeared under the blonde’s shirt, moving a hand to grab the bottom of the fabric to slowly pull it up. George felt his face burning up as he saw the two bottom arms tickling at Dream’s belly button - one circling around the edge as the other pulled at it, occasionally dipping in and making Dream cry out in ticklish agony.

Dream swore he saw stars from how hard his eyes were squeezed shut. He knew he was screaming through his laughter, yet everything sounded muffled. His senses were on fire. The arms of the machine were sinking into every sensitive spot with precision, and with the two taunting the small indent in the center of his tummy, he thought he might seriously pass out at any second. His face was hot, and he could hear George talking to him and saying his name, but he couldn’t focus on anything else besides how horribly everything tickled. He attempted to open his eyes, but he was laughing so hard that his cheeks were keeping them squinted, blurring his vision and making it essentially impossible to see. Dream had no choice but surrender to the tickles, throwing his head back and letting himself laugh as much as he needed to.

He felt a hand grab his shoulder and pull him onto his side, and suddenly he could breathe again, taking in gulps of air and gasping through his cackles. George had managed to find the power button, finally freeing Dream from the ticklish hell he had been enduring. The brunette was carding his hand through the blonde waves, adjusting the two so that Dream’s head was resting against his thighs.

“Thank you, ohoho my God…” Dream managed through his left over giggles, turning to lay flat on his back as he draped a hand over his chest, letting out a deep sigh when he felt how fast his heart was beating. His eyes were still shut but he could hear the brunette laugh from above him, feeling his hand being moved from his chest and being replaced with one much smaller than his own. Dream moved his hand back, laying it over George’s and holding it for comfort.

“What even was that thing?” George asked hesitantly. Dream could sense the nervousness in the elder’s voice, opening his eyes slowly to adjust to the light and allowing them to focus on the brunette. George’s face was closer than he expected, making him giggle when George realized and pulled back quickly, clearing his throat and looking away from the blonde. Dream watched with a wide smile as George’s face grew an even deeper shade of red, clearly flustered at the situation he had walked in on.

“Well,” Dream spoke through his teeth, grunting as he moved to sit up slowly and cracking his back before turning around to face George. “You were nice enough to trust me with the whole tickling thing, so I wanted to do something special for you!”

Dream laughed as George physically cringed at the mention of the dreaded word, turning his attention from the blonde once again and looking down at his lap, picking at a loose thread in his pants to distract himself as he continued.

“O-Okay, and what? You decided you wanted to torture yourself to relate, or….?” He let out a squeaky giggle when Dream scoffed at the accusation, squirming to the side when a poke landed on his ribs.

“No, idiot. I actually made it…for you. For fun for us, but I was also thinking about it for the times where I can’t be there to help, you know?” Dream spoke gently, suddenly feeling shy about the whole thing and reaching behind him to pick up the small machine to hand to George. He watched as George’s face continued to turn a bright red, biting his lip to hold back the giggle that was threatening to escape to try and remain calm, knowing how embarrassing the subject was for the brunette.

“Dreeeeam,” George whined, holding the machine in one hand and bringing his free hand up to cover his face. “That’s…that’s just…”

He was struggling to find the words, torn between wanting to scream out in embarrassment, and wanting to cry because of how lucky he was to have someone like Dream supporting him. The younger boy giggled at the response, leaning forward and pulling the smaller boy into a hug. He smiled when he felt George lean into him, letting out a shaky breath as Dream used a hand to rub up and down his back soothingly.

“You’re welcome, Gogy.” Dream smirked, feeling George hide his face into the crook of his neck, whining about how much of an idiot he was. He let George pull away after a minute, using the floor to push himself up onto his feet and leaning down to offer George a hand. The brunette accepted it, grabbing the bigger hand and laughing when Dream yanked him to his feet as if he weighed nothing.

“I have a feeling this thing is gonna absolutely destroy you, Georgie.” Dream teased, poking at the machine and giggling when George turned his hips to prevent him from touching it. He noticed the elder’s blush had spread to the tips of his ears, the light pink color slowly turning a lighter shade of red the more flustered he became. George rolled his eyes at the blonde, hugging the machine to his chest as he spoke.

“Well, it sure did destroy you, didn’t it, Dreamie?” Dream made a move to walk towards the door, George suddenly stepping in his path and making the two almost collide together. He felt his own stomach flip at the question, taking a small step back and bringing a hand up to run through his hair as a way to cope with the nervousness he suddenly felt.

“I don’t know about that, but-” he tried to excuse the accusation away, but George was having none of it. He got a sudden wave of confidence, and mixed with his normal cockiness, Dream was doomed.

“No no no, you’re not gonna act like that didn’t just wreck you to pieces, Dream.” The blonde felt himself swallow hard as George took a step forward back into his space. “Which is kind of questionable, actually, because why would someone subject themselves to such torture if they didn’t like it? Care to explain?”

“N-No! No, I-”

“You liked it, didn’t you?” George held up a hand, slapping it over Dream’s mouth when he opened it to protest. “You wouldn’t have tried it if you didn’t think you’d like it at least a little bit.”

George removed his hand to let Dream answer, bursting into bright giggles when the blonde pressed his lips together tightly, his cheeks burning up and turning a dusty pink.

“I don’t!” George laughed at the way Dream was immediately defensive, not having any real excuse to offer other than a denial.

“Don’t worry, Dream. Your secret’s safe with me.” The older boy poked a finger into Dream’s tummy, making him jump back with a squeal. When he looked up again, George was walking towards the door, laughing as he went. Dream groaned, looking down at his shirt and bringing a hand up to his stomach, rubbing out the lingering tingles that George had left behind. He heard the door opening, looking up and being met with a very menacing smirk.

“Just to let you know, I absolutely will be using this against you. Watch your back, Dream. Your very, very ticklish back.” Dream felt a shiver run down his spine as he watched George flash him one last smile before turning to step through the threshold of the door with a wave, closing it lightly behind him.

Dream walked over to the crafting table, leaning back against it and letting out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He sat down on the stool next to him, letting his head fall into his hands with a flustered whine, giggling to himself at how ridiculous the whole thing was.

When the flustered feeling finally passed, Dream was back on his feet, scribbling over blueprints of other ideas he had, making little improvements and upgrades as he worked. Dream decided he needed to up his game. If George thought that machine was mean, he decided to show him just how bad it could get. Dream was about to create George’s worst nightmare. Dream was determined to make George cry.

And he had just the idea on how to do it.

[numberonelittlechild]

Laughing Faces

[benji-1210]

Lee mood is hitting so hard rn...

I need to be tied and tickled so hard I don't know who I am, where I am, etc. Used as a tickle toy by someone for hours, edged, milked, and denied. All while I'm begging for more tickles. Touch me, tease me, milk me, tickle me until I piss my pants, until I can't hold back and cum all over myself.

then tickle me even harder. I can take it. 😳

[lewdligu]

Hella prototype, but I want to see if just spinning two of them will tickle as much as the orbital movement. You know, once I finish the housing and add the straps. XD

[mushygiggles]

Drum roollll!~ ✨ Ta-daa! It's the mystery tickler from the last couple pictures! Hehehe~ 💖💖

Their design may very well alter with time, but for now this is what I've come up with for em'! :DD I'm a sucker for sentient robot type characters.. the story I'm thinking about for him and Mimi takes inspiration from movies like 'Electric Dreams' and 'Her'... except both of those flicks end in tragedy and I ain't about that AT ALL. You get cute and happy fluff ONLY. SCOUTS HONOR. ✌️💖

I've been fiddling with some lore as I go.. but essentially they start off as Mimi's personal home computer.. but then gains sentience and they fall in love! So he decides to stay with her! 💗And they eventually order more parts for him so he can have a corporeal body! But still ends up doubling as Mimi's computer when she needs to work~ So he has a 'docking' mode as well! (...which I picture looks like her simply swiveling his head on and off when she needs to switch em' lmao)

With that body they get not one.. but two sets of arms that come in handy for uh-.. ticklish situations~ :3c 💖

Now you may notice something vital is missing from this ref sheet.. A NAME. I'm strugglingggg out here folks. I'm definitely thinking something quirky and computery.. maybe even something that could be an acronym. So I kindly ask anyone out there for name suggestions please! 💛 c:

I've considered Flick? Or Flicker? (Like how a screen flickers!) But I'm not very set on it.. As well as Mac! (But I think that's a liiiiil' too on the nose from a familiar fruit sounding brand lmao)

-Thanks folks!! ⭐

[ticklingduck]

Two years ago today, we first started selling tickling goods under the name TicklingDuck.At first, I just wanted to give away a few items to friends, but now it has grown to the point where I export and sell to over 20 countries. I can't believe it.

[grey-ace-tickles]

CALLING THE WIDER TK COMMUNITY !!!

alright hear me out

we have toys to help with sexual urges

but not for tickle urges

my feet are super sensitive but self tickling doesn't work super well for me

just for fun I kind of want to try and make some sort of tickle machine for feet

I've been looking at a few options to start out with, foot baths or massagers:

Scrubbers like these:

Or even shoes like these:

I think any of these could be a starting point, then using different oils, brushes, even a way to lock this stuff around the ankles 🫥

I haven't seen anyone online successfully create a real life "tickle machine" and I'm really interested in seeing if it is possible hehehe

Please lmk if anyone has tips or ideas, I am very interested to hear other people's ideas and experiences!!!

I will update this if I actually go through with it 💀

[smiley-star]

Invention

(Sfw tickling fic; Tce$t and feti$h ppl, DNI!!)

Since Leo lost their bet, he has to run out Donnie's latest invention.

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜 + Invention💜

Part 1

“Come now dear losing twin,” Donnie ordered, gesturing for Leo to follow, “I recall a bet you lost the other day.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Leo huffed, “No need to rub it in.”

“Behold,” Donnie said, holding out a fancy looking purple belt.

“A tool belt?” Leo questioned, putting it on and grinning a bit, “Took some inspiration from Batman I see?”

“Correction,” Donnie said, holding on finger up in the air, “I took inspiration from a different well known character.”

“Oh yeah? And who was that?” Leo asked, one hand on his hip and rolling his eyes, “Is this thing gonna shock me?”

“It was inspired by a certain episode of SpongeBob,” Donnie said evilly, tapping at his wristband.

He saw Leo's confused expression, before his eyes widened in realization, “Wait- Donnie!”

Donnie tapped the start button.

Leo shirked, falling over and clutching at the purple belt desperately.

“AHH! HAHAHA! DOHOHOHONIE-!” Leo cackled, “HAHA- NOHOHO! TUHUHUHRN IT OHOOFF!”

“I recall you agreeing to test my newest invention,” Donnie said with an evil grin as Leo cackled and squirmed.

Leo squealed, throwing his head back in laughter as the belt buzzed away at his helpless tummy, the vibrations were so teasy and ticklish. It was completely inescapable.

It felt like his tummy was being tickled all over. The buzzing tingles were maddening as they engulfed his most sensitive tickle spot in the tickling sensation.

“DEEHEHEHE!” Leo screamed out in laughter, legs stomping on the floor as he tried to tug the belt away from his tummy, “AHH HAHAHAHAHA! SNRT-! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

Donnie laughed, “It adjusts in speed so you can't get used to it.”

Leo's eyes filled with happy tears as he slapped at the ground and squirmed, trying to yank the belt away from his tummy as it buzzed and tickled mercilessly.

“DOHOHOHONIE! I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo squealed, cackling hysterically, “PLE- SNRK-! PLEHEHEASE! TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”

“Do you want me to increase the speed?”

“AHH! NOHO! AHH HAHAHA! DOHOHON’T! DOHOON! NOHOHOHO!” Leo screeched, grabbing at the belt desperately as he squirmed and laughed.

Leo squealed as the teasing buzzing got more intense, making him squirm even more at the buzzing that seemed to go through his entire plastron.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAHAHAHT!” Leo squealed, “DOHOHOHONIE!”

“Yes?”

“I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo begged as happy tears dripped down his red face while he laughed, “PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Okay, okay,” Donnie relented, mercifully making the belt slow down in its speed.

“DEHEHE!” Leo laughed, squirming and yanking at the belt, “MaHAHAahaAKE ihiIT stahaaAHAHAp!”

“What's the magic word~?” Donnie cooed evilly, one hand lightly pinching at Leo's thigh and making him screech.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo screeched as Donnie pinched his thigh a bit harder.

Donnie grinned, making the belt stop and release, falling to the floor.

Leo curled up, hands clutching at his tummy as he giggled and rubbed away the phantom tickles.

“So. How well did that invention work, on a scale of one to ten?”

“I'd say it was stupid out of ten!” Leo giggled from the floor.

“I will put it back on you.”

“NO-!”

[lopsicle]

Annoying Machines

TickleTober Day 10 Spidering:

Characters: Lee! Margo, Ler! Go-Home-Machine, Slight-Lee Lyla.

Summary: Lyla orders Margo go fix a glitching Go-Home-Machine. She tests the machine on herself to figure out what’s wrong with it, because that’s a good idea.

Warnings: Tickle Fic, Light Bondage. Also I’m not really a fan of this fic but oh wellz, I wanted some Lee Margo.

Lyla huffed as another little red circle appeared in her inbox, the sixth one this day. She only needed to read the subject of the notification to see what people were nagging her about this time, and the time before that, and the time before that. “Problem with the Go-Home-Machine”.

It didn’t feel good to have been getting a constant string of complaints about something she helped to create but it couldn’t be helped. Well more accurately, it could be helped, that’s why every Spiderman, woman and everything else in between were bothering her to do something about it. Normally, she would’ve fixed it up but Miguel was going out in the field, so she had to be there to support him. So, Lyla went to the second most logical option.

“Hey Margs,” she announced, popping up on Margo’s desk. She was currently in the operating room for the GHM (that’s Go-Home-Machine) though she had just clocked in for the day and was oblivious to its errors. Margo shrieked as Lyla appeared, swatting her hand through her small body, causing the hologram to flicker before fixing itself.

“Jeez, Lyla! Don’t scare me like that!” Margo whined, slumping down in her chair and staring at the ceiling. That didn’t deter Lyla, who simply floated above her head staring down at Margo.

“Sorry, but you have a job to do today. Go-Home-Machine’s been bugging out, I need you to look at me for me while I’m out on the field.” Lyla declared, to which Margo rolled her eyes.

“Would a please kill you, girl?” Margo smirked, though she was already getting up to get on with her task. Lyla followed along for a bit, both of their bodies glitching through the screen separating them from the GHM, it’s metal legs hanging limply in the air.

“You’re thanked enough by being allowed to stay here. Now, good luck with your task, I’ll check back in on you in a few.” Lyla declared before she blipped it out of existence, leaving Margo alone with the faulty apparatus. She sighed, Lyla hadn’t even bothered explaining what was wrong with it so it was up to her to see what these glitches that were too important for Lyla were. There was probably some better, longer way of finding out what was wrong by taking a gander at its coding, but Margo thought of a much simpler solution.

Margo duplicated her avatar, one standing of the podium beneath the machine’s pincers while the other one worked in the operating room, flipping levers and pressing buttons, causing the GHM to whir to life, clunky sounds of wires and servos filling the room. She hummed in satisfaction, reforming herself to just a singular avatar. It’s mandibles worked with precise accuracy, amber and lemon energy prickling around her, creating a forcefield that left her and the GHM isolated from the surroundings. Margo looked around quizzically, everything seemed to be working fine so far.

That was until those thin, long steel limbs slipped between her wrists, holding her arms above her head. Margo’s brow furrowed as they weaved their strange, glowing, slightly squishy and sticky orange webbing around her hands, connecting them together.

“That’s not supposed to happeeEE-!” Margo didn’t have the chance to finish her sentence as a claw dragged down from her armpit to the bottom of her hip. She would’ve almost thought something like that was a fluke but with the way the other claws were positioned around her, all posed and inches from her skin like a bear trap, she could’ve sworn they were wiggling at her. All Margo could do was sigh.

“God dammit Lyl-ahaahahaHAHAHAahahaha!!” Margo’s assailants struck, about two or three of the claws dug into each other her sides, surprisingly not in a painful manner. Whatever this big was trying to do it wasn’t malicious, just annoying and embarrassing, at least for Margo. They wriggled about against her skin like how someone would play with a stress ball, before starting to spider up and down her sides, leaving her torso positively buzzing with ticklish attention. She tried to jump about from side to side, but she’d just end up jumping back and forth between the sets of claws, forcing even more laughter from her mouth.

“FuhuhuhHUHuck, sohohohomeone heheHEHEHLP!!” Margo called out, trying to curl in on herself but with her arms way above her head, she was as exposed as could be. Some more of the claws found themselves positioned in a row along the odd outstretched arms of hers, just waiting for the right opportunity to strike. Margo glared at them with wild, nervous eyes, simultaneously desperate for them to just get it over with and to rip herself far, far away from the GHM. Suddenly, they struck by drumming and tapping against her underarms, though a few of them circled and scraped against her armpits.

“AAAHHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!” Margo screeched once the anticipation finally broke, simply left with an empty feeling of ticklish dread. She shook all about, shaking her head, clenching her fists, pounding her feet against the floor that she was slightly raised off of, tugging at her wrists, but nothing she did could stop the hysterical laughter pouring out from her mouth. The GHM didn’t seem to take note of just how ticklish the poor girl was, it was just a machine after all. Instead, it continued upping the ante, letting the claws at her sides and arms continuously work in an agonisingly repetitive fashion. A few more claws seemed to materialise, accurately positioning themselves in a ring around her thighs. She didn’t have the luxury of waiting like she did with her arms, instead the little arms began scratching and tracing against her legs. Margo squealed, feeling a winded blush creep onto her face. She bounced about from her bound hands, kicking about wildly against the forcefield enveloping her, but she’d just end up feeling a sharp buzzing in her sole whenever she did that.

“OHOHO, COHOHOHME OHOHOHOHN!!” Margo huffed, how did they even program that? She could barely even find the time to close her mouth or breathe, the flood gates of her laughter having been totally broken open, leaving a wide smile on her face and a burning feeling in her chest. It felt like the more she struggled, the more those pointed mandibles would dig into her. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t sit still at all, flailing all about with a desperate need to get away from all these mischievous claws. Since that wasn’t working though, she figured to do the only thing I could think of.

“LYLA!! LYLAHA-AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” Margo screamed over and over, whining slightly as she did her best to sit still with each passing second that her saviour didn’t appear. It felt like years for Margo, but Lyla answered after a few moments of waiting, blipping it existence before her face once again.

“You know I’m busy, ri-what happened here?!” Lyla blurted out, taking off her heart shaped sunglasses to get a good look at Margo. Poor girl had a gaping smile on her very red face, she probably didn’t want to be seen in such a state, her body was shaking, overwhelmed by the ticklish jabs and scritches all over her body.

“I DOHOHN’T KNOHOHW, JUHUHUST FIHIHIX IT!!” Margo barked at her, kicking at Lyla as if that was going to help anything. Lyla just narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

”Kinda rude, Byte, now I don’t wanna help you.” She joked, which made Margo’s face go red with a mix of rage and embarrassment.

“LYHYHYHYHLA!!” Margo wailed apologetically, or in frustration, it was hard to tell with how tickled out she seemed. Lyla made some noise of agreement, followed by a “fine.” A digital display of the MHG’s code appeared in front of Lyla, to which she began scrolling through and mumbling to herself, but Margo was much too impatient to just let her work.

“DONOHOHO SOHOHOHOMETHING!!” Margo screamed, already feeling a few tears prick up in her eyes. Lyla looked up at her and smirked, casually tapping away at her interface as she spoke.

“Oh, alright, if you insist.” She teased, to which another of the GHM’s claws came to life, positioning itself in front of Margo’s naval. It dug its way against the sensitive button before circling and swirling around against the fabric of her clothes. Margo finally exploded, laughing hysterically as a few tears slipped down her face, thrashing about with a fierce determination to escape, despite how tired her muscles were from attempting to get away so, so many times.

“PLEAHAHAHAHAAHAHSE!!” Margo broke, to which Lyla turned a little more sympathetic. Only a little.

“Oh, look at that, it did practically kill you just to say please, interesting.” Lyla giggles before turning her attention back to the keyboard, hastily tapping away at it. Slowly, all of the little, prying claws slowed to a halt, slithering away to resume their previous position. The webs around Margo’s wrists soon dissipated and dissolved around her, leading her to fall down on her feet, and then her knees, tiredly keeled over on the floor. She took in long deep breaths, a lingering, tingly sensation covering practically her whole body. Lyla appeared beneath her face, trying to wipe away her tears.

“There, there, that’s all over now. You alright?” Lyla asked tenderly, Margo let out one final wheeze before rising to her feet.

“You suck, you know,” she teased with a smile, “I’m fine, thanks, but how did that even happen?!” Margo threw her arms above her head in exclamation to which Lyla winced.

“Oooo, that’s a funny story, haha.” Lyla chuckled awkwardly. “See, when I was making the code for this little thing, I ended up copying some of the code for the machine Miguel used to put on his suit which I…may or may not have tampered with a few times to mess with him and forget to take it out.” Lyla smiled with her teeth though that didn’t seem to please Margo, who just stared at her with narrowed eyes.

“You do suck.” Margo tried to keep a stern composure but she couldn’t help but giggle a little at Lyla’s antics. “Well, it would seem like a waste to remove something interesting like this without testing it a little…more.” She blushed at that last part, but Lyla seemed very intrigued by Margo’s idea.

“Oooo, you think good, Margs, you think good. Who are you thinking, Miguel, Gwen, Peter B?” Lyla listed on her fingers, having seemingly forgotten all about the rest of the week she was meant to be doing in favour of some mischief.

“Let’s do…all of them.” Margo grinned in response. Lyla beamed at her new partner, ready to wreak havoc over the Spider Society together.

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