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Digimon Frontier Episode 23: Zoe's tickle

Zoe Orimoto groaned in discomfort as her forest-green eyes fluttered open. Her head was killing her, and there was a nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach.

'What did I eat last night,' the young heroine thought with a grimace. Only to have her brain kick-start at the thought of the previous day.

When she'd been captured by Duskmon!

Her mind and heart racing, Zoe's eyes shot fully open and immediately began looking around for her friends. The girl's long, blonde hair whipped wildly about her head as she searched for any sign of her fellow digidestine's. Zoe's heart dropped however when she quickly learned that there was no trace of them anywhere.

'No Takuya, no JP, not even any sign of little Tommy.' Zoe thought with worry. Last she recalled, they had all been fighting Duskmon together...so why had she been the only one abducted?

Why was she the only one strung up by her arms, wrists closed in shackles, and left standing on her tip-toes as a prisoner? Just what had she done to deserve this?

Before the forlorn blonde could delve too deep into a pit of worry though, there was a strange clunking noise that reached her ears, and drew her attention over towards a rock formation she'd glanced during her earlier search. What she saw had Zoe's mouth opening in shock as well as horror.

There, standing in the middle of what looked to be some sort of ancient alter, were two bots. Each held a small, personal mallet in there metal hands...and were using them to beat on Zoe's d'tector!

"H-Hey! What do you two clunkhead's think you're doing!? Do you walking toasters have any idea what that thing is; stop that right now before you break it!"

But the robots paid Zoe no mind. They simply continued their brash assault on her d'tector as if she'd never said a word. This only added fuel to the fire that was currently burning inside the pretty blonde, and yet, just as she opened her mouth to yell at the bots a second time Zoe found herself being interrupted.

"Aw, suga' don't waste your breath on them. I promise you'll wanna save as much of it as possible with what I've got planned for ya."

Hearing that voice caused Zoe to go rigid. She, better than anyone, knew of only one woman who spoke with such an accent. Swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, the strung-up blonde turned her worried gaze to the right...only to have them slam shut as she let out a groan.

"Oh no."

"Oh, yes, darlin'. What's the matter, not happy to see me?" The voice belonged to Ranomon; a powerful, female water digimon. And Zoe's personal rival. The villain's sea-green skinned form sat comfortably atop a boulder a few feet away from where Zoe was chained. With a deceptively sweet smile on her face Ranamon dismounted her perch and, after her bare feet touched the ground, walked over to stand before her captive.

"I thought you'd be pleased, what with how I asked Duskmon to bring you here for me, so that you and I could have our rematch."

Hearing this though just caused Zoe to scoff. "If this is meant to be a rematch then let me down, and tell your cronies to hand over my d'tector."

Ranamon's response was a negative shake of her head, sweet smile still in place. "Sorry hun, but I can't do that just yet. I mean, what sorta' match would it be without guests? Ya know, spectators to watch?"

Then, the water digimon's eyes widened, and she gasped in obviously fake surprise. Leering up at her pretty captive, Ranamon mockingly went on to suggest, "Oh, I know, why don't we bring the rest of your little gang here to watch? Wouldn't that be excitin'?"

From her place atop the rocky formation she'd been chained to Zoe glowered at her captor. "If you wanted all of us anyway, then why only have Duskmon capture me yesterday?"

An admittedly cute snort was her answer. "Because there ain't no fun in any of that; I want you to tell me their weaknesses and location, then lure them here for me."

With a look of disbelief Zoe laughed mockingly as she replied, "Oh, sure, I'll get right on that. Do you have a bug in your code or were you created this stupid? I'm not telling you anything; not today, not tomorrow, not ever!"

Where the defiant blonde expected to see her rival's face break down into a fierce scowl, Zoe was instead met with Ranamon's sweet smile morphing into a sinister smirk.

"Oh, goody goody, I was hoping you'd say that." The sea-green digimon then snapped her fingers, and let Zoe watch as her powers conjured a pair of hands. Each was clothed in a pure, white glove but where one was empty-handed the other...held a feather.

Zoe's forest-green eyes widened in shock and confusion. What in the world was Ranamon planning?

"W-What are those!?" The pretty blonde barked in misunderstanding. "What are you planning?"

Down below, Ranamon peered up at her captive and giggled maliciously. "Oh, don't you worry suga', this won't hurt a bit."

It was then, at some silent command, that the pair of hands began to float their way over to a struggling Zoe. The digi-destined attempted to free her wrists from the shackles that held them in the air, but without her d'tector was unable to find the strength. Even pushing off the rock wall behind with her feet did no good. Zoe was trapped.

The young girl flinched upon having her chin cupped by the empty hand, but her fear of harm was quickly replaced by nerve wracking confusion...as her nose was soon being teased by a feather.

'W-What in the---hngh!' Feeling the delicate fronds of the white feather trace gently around her button nose caused Zoe to wiggle the small sensory organ, in a desperate attempt to ease the irritation she felt. However, with her face held still by the feather-wielding gloves empty partner, there was no escape from the itchy tickle that eventually forced Zoe to sneeze.

"Ah..Ah..Achoo!"

It was a small, delicate noise. One that Ranamaon was sure couldn't be heard if one weren't standing as closely as herself. It was a sound that repeated, drawn forth by her phantom feather, three more times before the water digimon grew to despise it. Why did everything about her nemesis have to be so cute!?

And to make it worse, it looked to Ranamon like Zoe wasn't even suffering! As the jealous villain looked on she could see that the cute blonde was more confused than anything; as though wondering what sort of torture this was supposed to be?

'Hhm, well then, if this isn't enough for her then maybe I should show her just what else my feathers are capable of.' Ranamaon thought with a wicked grin.

Zoe had just sneezed for what she felt was probably the ninth time before a snap of her enemy's finger drew the phantom hands away. As her chin was let go Zoe made it a point to wiggle her small nose in an effort to rid it of the lingering itch left behind by the water digimon's strange method of torture.

Once she was sure she wasn't going to sneeze again, Zoe scoffed down at Ranamaon with a haughty look. "Tch, was that it? You thought I'd give up my friends just because of a little sneezing? I get worse than that during allergy season."

It wasn't until Ranamaon was giggling in malicious glee that Zoe felt her stomach drop a little. The way the blue-skinned girl's head was bowed, there was an ominous shadow cast over Ranamon's eyes that the captured blonde didn't like. "W-What's so funny?"

Instead of answering her wary prisoner's question however, the giggling Ranamon chose to retort with: "I hope you're ready for this next one suga', because now the real fun begins."

There was the dreaded snap of her enemy's fingers again, and Zoe felt her body tense in response. However, instead of conjuring a new torture tool, forest-green eyes watched as the same phantom hands seemed to switch back to life. Where once the pair was a dull gray they now sported a soft, lavender-tinted white.

At first Zoe was confused, why was the villainous digimon attempting the same tactic a second time? But then the digi-destined warrior noticed that the feather-wielding glove seemed to be aiming lower...for her tummy. For her bellybutton.

Zoe immediately tried to swing her hips, pressing her back as far into the rock behind her, in a desperate attempt to avoid the inevitable.

"Mph, ah, noo~! N-Not the bellybutton."

But despite her pleas and efforts to escape Zoe soon felt the wispy, soft kiss of the feather trace the outer rim of her navel. The clearly ticklish blonde immediately clamped her lips shut in an attempt to hold back the giggles that had already started bubbling in her belly. Zoe had always been ticklish; a fact both her parents as well as her cousins gleefully exploited. But even during those holiday attacks or playful punishments the blonde had been able to fight off her attackers. Here though, shackled to this stone prison, Zoe found herself with no means to avoid the downy softness that teased around her second biggest tickle spot.

The gentle, winding stroke of the feather though was soon joined by the forgotten fingers of the unarmed glove. Ranamon's rival had been so focused on being afraid for her bellybutton, that she'd forgotten all about the second phantom.

This one being aimed at her armpit.

When she felt the probing fingertip wiggling around under her upraised arm Zoe had to choke back a laugh, hiding it behind a cough. She didn't want to give Ranamaon the pleasure of seeing her break under torture.

...But fighting was so hard! If it had just been the soft tickles of the feather Zoe believed she could have fought it off but, now that her sensitive armpit was being played with, the struggling blonde knew it was only a matter of time before she cracked. Zoe felt she was already lucky that her striped shirt covered the taut skin of her underarm already; if the phantom had been tickling bare skin she surely would have broken immediately.

The tickling went on for a few more minutes, in which Zoe struggled valiantly to keep back her forced mirth. A ticklish grimace had found its way onto her face halfway through, when the hand attacking her armpit decided to unleash all five of its fingers on her, but aside from a small squeak not a single sound escaped the blonde's lips. Down below, looking up from her pace on the ground, Ranamon had to give her rival a grudging look of respect. If it had been her up there, the water spirit knew she would have long since broken down; her armpits were unfathomably ticklish.

Yet, instead of being bothered that Zoe hadn't succumbed to the ticklish feelings Ranamaon was no doubt sure plagued the blonde, the villain only relished in the realization that there was more playtime to be had.

Letting her ruby-red eyes zero in on her prisoner's bellybutton, Ranamaon giggled mischievously before licking her lips in glee. Oh yes, she was just getting started.

Zoe had just been getting used to the way her tummy was being teased, how the feather wound around her quivering belly in a lazy circle, when everything changed. It was like a shock, as the tip of the feather truly found her bellybutton, but the jolt only lasted a second before that devilishly soft tool began to corkscrew inside her navel. Zoe felt her breath hitch, as she tried desperately to fight back a laugh, but it proved to be in vain when giggles started to titter out from behind her clenched teeth.

"Hehehehehe...ahahahaha...-grrr-hahahahahah!! That tickles! Stop it, stop it, stop it! Hahahahahahaa!"

Zoe started twisting and turning, trying anything to dislodge the wicked feather that was softly swirling around inside her delicate bellybutton. When that didn't work, the laughing blonde made a desperate attempt to pull her hands free from their metal shackles. Unfortunately, with the way her armpits were being pawed at one at a time by the second phantom, Zoe soon found herself in a losing battle.

It had only been a minute, and already the guffawing digidestined felt her arms lose all their strength. Zoe's laughter was quickly sapping her of her strength, and soon the giggling girl found herself resting against the cool stone that held her prisoner.

Around and around the feather went inside her navel, the downy soft fronds teasing the cute little innie while the tip poked around the knot hidden within. Zoe's tummy heaved with forced mirth as she desperately wiggled her hips. Unfortunately, just like before, there seemed to be no way to escape the almost tender caress of Ranamon's devastating feather. And it was no better for the ticklish hollows under her arms.

It was only one hand, but to Zoe's muddled brain it might as well be two. Back and forth those skillful fingers went; first her left,then right armpit. It had started with just a single digit poking around and wiggling against covered flesh, but by some unspoken command Zoe soon found herself at war with all five fingers skittering around her ticklish pits like a spider. They skated over the cotton sleeves that hid bare skin, flying between both arms, before they changed their tactics again.

The hand dropped low and began playing with her ribs.

"Heek! Nooohohohohohoho... hehehehehehee.. aahahahahaha! C-C'mon...ahahahahaha seriously ahahahahaha c-cut it out alreheheheheheheheady!"

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say though, because down on the ground Ranamaon only giggled in vile delight before answering. "Oh, come now suga', surely you can take a little more than that? Although I guess if you really~ need it to stop, you can just agree to tell me your friends weaknesses and help me activate your little toy. Whatdya say hun?"

Zoe squirmed away from the glove-covered phalanges drilling into the ticklish spaces between her ribs as she refused. "N-Not gonna h-hahahahahahahahahappen! I-I w-wohohohohohohon't give up m-my friehehehehehehends ehehehehehe, s-so just stohohohohohohop alreheheheheady!"

Instead of get upset though, Zoe saw through bleary eyes that Ranamon only smiled wider before snapping her fingers again. Dread filled what little space in the blonde's brain, not already enveloped in ticklish agony, was left. Zoe knew what was coming when a third phantom shimmered into view.

This new hand struck quick, leaving its ticklish target no time to get ready, and almost in an instant Zoe's musical laughter pitched even higher as the new fingers found purchase within her newly opened armpits. However, it soon became apparent that this wasn't the extent of Ranamon's intended torture, as the feather that had been tickling the folds of her bellybutton moved to begin sawing the backs of her knees.

While not at ticklish as other spots on her body, Zoe still wanted nothing to do with the downy tool taking licks at her unprotected bare skin. The only defense against this however was to if the laughing blonde kicked her smooth legs back, and scrunched her knee shut. Unfortunately, this proved to be a daunting, not to mention exhausting, task that Zoe soon gave up on after her right leg felt as if it may cramp up. So, the ticklish captive merely slumped back against her stone prison, and let loose all the air in her lungs through ticklish laughter.

"O-Oh plehehehehehehease, p-please stahahahahahahahaop! I-I can't t-tahahahahahahake it anymore ehehehehehe!" Zoe hated herself for begging but, with three of her tickle spots being attacked at once and no way to defend herself, the blonde found her resolve quickly weakening. She even feared the voice whispering in the back of her mind; one where instead of encouragement like in the beginning, there was now talk of surrender. After all, anything had to be better than this.

Zoe couldn't even keep her eyes open anymore, they were so blinded by tears and laughter, so it came as a shock when her tormentor's voice came as a whisper direct to her ear.

"Sorry hun, but I've only just started. You had your chance to talk your way out of this, but now I just wanna have my fun~. We'll talk about your surrender when I'm bored, m'kay?"

It was then that Zoe learned why the feather had been moved to her knees; to make room for Ranamon.

The water spirit knelt down on the rocky platform that held her captive and let her rub-red eyes gaze on the guffawing girl's panting belly. Zoe wore a belly-shirt that made sure to show off her creamy tummy, which included her twitching bellybutton. The oval-shaped dimple seemed to almost sense Ranamon's presence, what with how it looked to be shaking in fear. For the demented digimon this only made her more eager to explore the depths of her rivals tummy hole.

Starting by just resting her palm against Zoe's stomach Ranamon wasn't surprised to find it warm to the touch. The smooth, baby-soft skin felt wonderful under her aqua-blue fingertips as Ranamon stroked softly, slowly around the pale canvas of flesh. Zoe proved to be exceptionally ticklish however, as even this light touch had the girl's trembling increase; she even attempted to suck in her tummy to avoid her captor's teasing fingers. This only served to amuse the villainous digimon all the more.

Unable to hold back any longer, Ranamon wet her lips with her tongue and eagerly, yet tenderly, placed them over Zoe's bellybutton. Then once the aqua-skinned spirit had a gentle grip on her captive' hips, she blew a long and ticklish raspberry into the blonde's shivering tummy.

Zoe lurched at the feeling of cool air being blown into her navel, and squealed like a pig as her belly was vibrated by her enemies lips. It took two more belly blasters before the young blonde felt it; Ranamon had dipped her tongue inside her bellybutton!

This new feeling tickled just as terribly as anything else the devious water spirit had already tried, only now it added a warm, slimy sensation to the torment. Around and around the wriggly, pink muscle wound away inside Zoe's tummy hole. Ranamon found each and every fold, every crease hidden away inside her enemy's adorable little dimple and traced over them with a devious giggle of her own. With her ruby-red eyes slit with rakish delight, Ranamon blew a another raspberry into Zoe's tender tummy; this time, making sure to add her tongue.

Feeling her enemy's warm tongue vibrate inside her abused bellybutton sent a miserable Zoe gasping in silent laughter. Her forest-green eyes shot open wide, both soaked with tears, and easily conveyed the girls silent please. Never before had the once haughty blonde imagined she'd be forced to endure such torture; nor that tickling could be so terrible! All thoughts of acting tough, protecting her friends, and even holding on to her d'tector had been drowned out by Zoe's all-encompassing desire to make the tickling stop!

"NNNOOOOOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Nnononononononoo EEEK!! Staaaahhhpp that! Staahhap ihihihiittt!! Hahahahahahahahahaha... hhehehehehehe... oohhh~, i-it tihihiiccklesss!! Hehehehehahahahahahaha... ohhhahahahahahahahaha!"

A sheen of sweat now glistened over the blonde's twitching body, and the underside of her sleeves was stained from the heavy perspiration. Zoe's once shining blonde locks were disheveled, and plastered to her rosy cheeks and heated neck, while her cute purple cap now lay forgotten on the ground after being thrown off by the girl's own desperate thrashing. There was an ache straining the muscles of the bellowing girl's body, it being exhausted from laughing for so long and being forced to stand, and yet the tickling did not stop. In her her muddled brain Zoe begged for her body to stop being so ticklish; to finally get used to the fluttering fingers, swaying feather, and tickly tongue. But no just respite came, and soon tears of anguish joined those of laughter.

And yet, just as soon as the sobs began to mingle with her raspy laughter, everything stopped.

The fingers playing with her armpits and ribs stopped, and the feather that had been wickedly teasing around her legs mercifully pulled back. But best of all, Ranamon finally pulled her tongue out of Zoe's bellybutton.

With her body no longer being seized with ticklish agony Zoe let all her muscles relax, and let her burning cheek rest against the cool stone behind her as she took in large gulps of precious oxygen. The girl feared she would soon be needing it.

While the captured girl was resting though, Ranamon stood from her kneeling position and leered at her pretty captive. The water digimon absolutely adored the rosy hue so much tickling had given Zoe's pale cheeks, and the blonde's laughter was truly the loveliest melody Ranamon had ever heard. Zoe's shifting drew the wicked aqua-skinned digimon's attention to the girl's sneaker-clad feet, and at seeing them Ranamon didn't even try to hold back the maliciously devious grin that stretched across her own pretty face.

Oh yes, she was just getting started.