Octonauts Oneshots

Tickles

A/N okay if this is weird, I picture this story as the humanised version, check my art book for who I'm talking about. Anyways enough talking. Enjoy!

Dashi was tired. Really tired. The day had been way too long, seemingly endless as the usually peppy IT officer counted down the minutes until lunch break. On a normal day, Dashi could handle the large workload. Stress and busyness was no new face to her. That being said, however, today had been no normal day. The minutes had stretched on for hours and the paperwork had just kept piling up. The Captain was apologetic and kind, at least, it work was work and it had to be done.

The work had been finished, at the expense of a couple hours free time and at least fourteen kelp cakes throughout the day to keep Dashi motivated. Well, at least it was done. But still...

Dashi hated going to bed gloomy. She always had, she always would. It was the worst. The spiralling of thoughts, the tears soaking the pillow... It was something Dashi had lived with since childhood and, needless to say, she found it quite a terrible experience.

Sigh.

Trudging to her room, she nodded goodnight to the rest of the Octonauts, receiving a worried look or glance of acknowledgement. Peso told her to stop overworking herself. If only she could.

By the time she reached the lab, she was so physically and mentally exhausted she almost couldn't bother saying goodnight to her boyfriend. She still did, of course, because it would be rude not to, but she was practically dead on her feet.

"Hey," said Shellington, pausing his experiment and walking up to her. "You look beautiful, but I know you're feeling down. What's the matter?"

"Work," she replied, trying to keep a straight face and not crack.

"Thought as much," he replied. "Well, have a good night's sleep."

Dashi nodded mutely and continued walking. She flopped onto bed, expecting the warm arms if sleep to take her in swiftly, but instead, they pushed her away.

Her mind wandered.

***

Shellington crept up towards the Octochute, hopping in and landing silently on Dashi's floor. To his surprise, she was still awake and in her uniform. She probably hand been able to sleep. Dashi hadn't noticed him, but was rolled up in her blanket with her Octotablet. From the way she was scrolling and sobbing gently with a soft warm nostalgia, Shellington knew she was looking through memories.

"Hey," he said gently, walking over and sitting by her side. "Can't get to sleep?"

"Yeah," she said, almost inaudibly. The streams of tears down her cheeks glistened softly.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Just looking through some old memories. Of home."

A pause if silence.

"I miss them," Dashi said, almost to herself. "Koshi especially. We used to have so much fun. We'd have Donna Doxie marathons and then we'd build a cubby house and then we'd knock it over having a tickle fight later in the afternoon."

Shellington nodded slowly. He didn't know what to say, but two words stuck particularly in his mind. Tickle fight.

Slowly, his mind cooked up an idea.

"That sounds like fun," he said. "Especially the tickle fight. Are... Are you ticklish?"

Dashi looked over, clearly perplexed. No problem. Shellington would soon tell her what he meant. Slowly, his fingers wandered over to her arm.

They hovered for just a moment over her skin and the two Octonauts shared a look.

"You... You wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't I?"

He did.

His previously frozen fingers skittered into a spidery frenetic dance, tiptoeing up and down Dashi's exposed arm. At first she showed no reaction, then a stifled giggle, then an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Shellington tickled up and down her arm for a while, until the laughter started to die off, his targeted area slowly becoming desensitised to the onslaught.

Time to move on then.

His dancing fingers moved on to the back of her neck, a position Shellington had observed as a weak spot for the photographer. Immediately, her bouts of laughter redoubled, her entire body shaking.

"STOPPAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHA MAKE IT HAHAHAHAH STOPPP!"

"Stop what?" Shellington asked, laughing himself as he edged his fingers around Dashi's neck and under her chin.

Dashi began squirming even more, thrashing about so that Shellington had to pin her down with one arm and tickle with the other. Dashi was very truly helpless. Shellington learned down, and kissed her collarbone over and over again and she giggled helplessly in delight.

Shellington started to move downwards. His hand started to progress lower, stopping just before things got... inappropriate.

He scribbled and scrabbled, just above her sternum, laughing alongside his girlfriend.

Deciding to move down further, he paused for a moment, letting her wipe her streaming eyes and breathe for a couple seconds. Although he was having way too much fun, a break was needed once in a while. Then, he gently undid the last three or four buttons of her shirt, leaving her lower torso completely exposed to his attack.

First, he began tickling her solar plexus, causing her to squeal with laughter. Then, he moved on to her sides, swirling up and down, nibbling and blowing. Slowly moving towards one of her most vulnerable places: her navel.

As soon as Shellington started, he knew he had hit her sweet spot. Her laughter was almost silent with breathlessness, racking her entire body. 

He blew a raspberry on her navel and she squeaked.

Maybe time to calm down.

Shellington held her ankles, tickling her soles as she wriggled in his grasp. Slowly, slowly, he moved up her legs, up her calves, up her knees. 

Shellington reached under Dashi's pink skirt, extra cautious not to touch anything he shouldn't. Instead, he tickled all around her thighs. She wasn't as vulnerable there, but it was a good way to calm down. Twenty seconds later and he was done, lying back as Dashi regained her breath and stopped her tears.

"Shel... That was really something."

"Sure it was. Lotta fun for me."

Dashi raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend.

"Well, it was fun for me too. And... Thanks for cheering me up."

"No problem," he smiled. "You get a good sleep now. I'm going to go finish that experiment."

Dashi grinned.

"Yes sir Shellington."

With that, Shellington left his girlfriend to sleep happily and peacefully, ready for the day ahead.

A/N lol that ending was kinda corny. Well thank u for reading this story and request for ideas coz I'm getting a writers block yayyyy