Settling In

Helloooooooo, my adoring readers! Here’s another piece of work for you! For all my fellow tickler-lovers (or not), this is for you, just like all my other tickle fics! And as for and , I have your requests in the works, so just hang in there!

Disclaimers: NRS © Erron Black. Me © Ellie Black.

Enjoy!

A lone helicopter adorned in a puke green-like color imprinted with a large white star along with the bolded acronym ‘SF’ hovered toward a large military base belonging to the US Special Forces, slowly lowering onto a vacant helipad as the night had just arrived. Various soldiers trained out in a large, enclosed outdoor field, shooting at targets precisely, running endless laps around the base, and scampering along a brutal military obstacle course, testing their strength, endurance, and stamina.

A door flew open to a small bunker and in came a sweaty, weary Ellie Black. She slumped over before regaining her senses to stand up straight and carrying her aching body to the single bed, covered with a military green blanket and a lone pillow, and plopping onto the mattress immediately upon coming close to it with a moan into the sheets.

Her ears then picked up the sound of footsteps accompanied with light jingles growing slightly louder and louder as the figure approached the room with an audible ‘hmm’.

“Tired already? That’s not even the hardest training here can get,” came the baritone voice of her older cousin, Erron Black, as he leaned against the doorway with his arms folded over his chest, raising an eyebrow.

In retaliation, the younger out of the two then latched onto a pillow with her fingers, flinging the soft projectile behind her and right into his face, earning a chuckle from him as he approached her weakened form.

“Well, that’s just nice,” he joked as he then sat onto the bed and right beside her.

“Fuck, that training was intense…” Ellie groaned into the sheets before slowly lifting her aching body and lowering herself onto her bottom, sitting up and removing her cowgirl hat and dragging her forearm on her forehead, wiping off the sweat.

“If you thought that was rough, just wait until the torture training,” Erron responded, visibly tensing upon remembrance of the brutal torture techniques he had lived through within the month he spent serving in the Special Forces. He had remembered having areas of his skin burned with iron or a lighter, hammering his bones, cutting into his flesh, whipping at him with a wooden paddle until he adorned red marks at wherever area was whacked at or was at least bleeding…

“I thought the regular conditioning was torture,” she replied jokingly, which earned another laugh from him.

“You’re definitely my cousin, that’s for sure,” the elder smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder before slapping her arm playfully, managing to get a chuckle from the younger. “So, how’re you handling things here? They going good?”

With a sigh, Ellie began to unstrap her mask as she then replied, “Well, ‘good’ wouldn’t exactly be the word I’m looking for. The training is torture… but at least I get to help protect Earthrealm and…” she then looked at him with a smile. “...at least we’ll be doing that side-by-side.”

“That’s the spirit,” Erron grinned under his mask as he put his arm around her shoulders again. “I won’t lie, being in the Special Forces is pretty difficult, but you manage to get used to all the training and drills before you know it. You’ve got this, cousin.”

“Thanks, cousin,” she smiled at him before raising her legs and bringing them down to the mattress, unbuckling the straps and slipping off her boots, revealing her thigh-high stocking-covered feet. She then crossed her legs and attempted to massage her sore soles.

“You’re feet hurt?” he asked, his eyes darting at her feet as he unbuckled the straps to his mask, removing it to reveal the lower half of his face and removing his cowboy hat as well.

“Like Hell,” the female gunslinger nodded, continuing to massage her own feet.

“I know what’ll help,” Erron then took her feet and lowered them onto his lap, cracking his knuckles before bringing his hands to her feet, wrapping one hand around each foot and pressing his thumbs into her sore arches, slowly circling his two digits into her flesh.

“Oh, God, I so needed this,” Ellie moaned pleasantly before adjusting herself back, lowering her upper body down and onto her back as she rested her arms on her exposed abdomen.

“I can tell,” the male gunslinger chuckled as he then put his thumbs at the backsides of her feet and using his other four fingers to pressing into her soles and rub into the flesh, drawing more moans and sighs from his little cousin.

“Damn… where did you learn how to massage like that?”

“I picked up some tricks from back when I used to work for the Kahn, I also did this to General Blade as well,” Erron explained as he then took both of his hands and began to rub into her feet, shifting his hands up and down and making sure to undo every knot he found within the flesh.

Ellie drew out a long sigh, closing her eyes and allowing him to do the rest. She spread her toes to allow them to breathe and to cool off when small licks of cool air would flow.

Erron shifted his hands to her toes, rubbing underneath them with his thumbs, grinning mischievously as one question raced in his thoughts: was his little cousin ticklish? This, he had to know for sure since he hadn’t been there for her before finding her in the abandoned factory.

As she inhaled deeply through her nose, Ellie felt a strong, toned arm wrap around both of her ankles, securely putting them in a headlock, causing her eyes to snap open instantly just before the tingly feeling of his fingers scribbling along her soles. She bit her lip and suppressed the urge to break out in girlish giggles, squirming and twisting herself around as she began to flail her feet as much as she could while trapped in his grasp.

“C’mon, laugh! You know you want to!” Erron taunted, wriggling his fingers in a faster pace, still not earning any laughter as she continued to hold in her laughter. “C’moooooon…”

“N-N-No!”

“Kitchy kitchy koo, Ellie! You know you wanna giggle!”

“N-Noho!” Ellie protested and giggled slightly before biting her lower lip again. “Y-You c-c-can’t make mehe!”

“Wanna bet?” He asked with a grin before darting his hand at random spots on her feet, his wriggling fingers attacking her toes, soles, arches, and heels relentlessly. He took another glance at her as her lips trembled slightly, grinning. “Must be getting hard to hold it in, huh?” he asked teasingly.

“S-Sh-Shut uhuhuhup! Nahahahahaha!” Ellie retorted, giving into those tingly, unpleasant sensations, wriggling herself around futilely.

Erron ceased his attack, unhooking her ankles from under his arm and shaking his head, allowing her to pull her legs back. “Alright then…”

“Thank you.”

He then grinned down at her and pulled her legs out, straddling her thighs before raising his hands in the air and wiggling his fingers. “...Guess I’ll have to try somewhere else!”

“Wait! Nohohohohohoho!” Ellie laughed as he took both wrists in one hand and pulled her arms above her head before tickling her now-exposed underarms, digging his scribbling fingers into the flesh. “Stahahahahap!”

“What kind of a cousin would I be if I didn’t help you with torture training?” Erron asked rhetorically, digging into her armpits deeper and scribbling his fingers faster. “I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

“Nohohohohohooo!” Ellie whined through her laughter just before he released her arms, only to tickle her exposed tummy with both hands, wriggling his fingers along the skin and kneading into her flesh, causing better reactions than what he had received from the other two spots he attacked. “Stahahahahahahaaap!”

“Do you always leave your belly exposed like this? Not good for trying not to get tickled,” he teased as he grabbed at her sides, squeezing them and causing ticklish waves to course through her stomach.

“Shuhuhuhut up! I’ll- eheheheheheee! Quihihihit it!” she squealed, attempting to push his hands away, only for them to dart back to her sides which proved to be useless.

“I’m just saying, covering it up wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Erron stated before teasing the rim of her navel with one finger, circling it while squeezing at the softer areas of her tummy with his free hand.

Ellie’s eyes widened as she looked down to see his finger trailing closer and closer to the small cavity. “Nooo, dohohohohon’t do ihit! Nohohohot thehehehere!”

“What was that? Do it? Gotcha,” Erron grinned, teasing her before plunging into her belly button with the single digit, causing her to erupt in loud laughter and more squirming and futile attempts to fight him off.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEASE!” Ellie shrieked, desperately attempting to roll onto her side, proving to be futile as she grabbed at his wrists and began to try to push them away, struggling as immense tickly sensations shot into her over-sensitive crevice.

“Aw, what’s wrong? Does wittle Ewie have a ticklish wittle belly button? Cootchie cootchie coo! I’ve gotta now!”

“I SAHAHAHAHAHAID STAHAHAHAHAP!” With the remaining strength she had, she pushed his hands away from her stomach, her abdomen rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, looking up at him tiredly. “...I’m calling it, Erron. No more…”

Erron’s eyelids lowered halfway as he murmured for a moment. “Hmm…” he then closed his eyes and slowly shook his head, smirking. “Mm, mm, mm.”

“What!?” Ellie asked, slightly annoyed and giving him a tired-looking glare.

“I’m not giving up.”

Ellie’s glare morphed into a panicked expression before clutching his wrists tighter and glaring once more. “Fine! Then I won’t let go of your hands!”

“Alright then…” he smirked, positioning himself backward and onto her knees before taking a deep breath, making sure to collect as much air as possible, much to her discombobulation. After collecting as much air as he could, he then quickly lowered his head towards her completely vulnerable tummy, pressing his lips into her middle and released the air into her skin, blowing a hard, wet-sounding raspberry.

Ellie’s eyes bugged out as she began shriek in laughter, tossing her head back as she released his wrists to begin shoving at his face in a feeble attempt to stop him. “AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT! PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEEASE!”

Erron immediately grabbed both wrists in his right hand, pinning them to her armored chest as he started to squeeze her hips and her sides while still blowing on her tummy, soon maneuvering his lips toward her navel, surrounding the crevice with them before unleashing hail of strong, wet raspberries into her worst spot, enjoying the sound of her frantic, hysterical laughter.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE BEHEHEHEHELLY BUHUHUHUHUTTON! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEASE!”

She then shrieked as she felt his teeth gently nipping at the rim and occasionally plunging his tongue deep into her immensely-ticklish navel, often poking at the bottom deep within, which would cause her to shriek and arch her back in reflex.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEEEEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP!” Ellie begged through her hysterical laughter, fighting to free her hands, squealing as he blew one last raspberry on the navel before releasing her wrists and climbing off of her.

Erron laughed as he folded his arms over his chest and shook his head. “You should really work on your endurance to tickling.”

“Oho, fuck you...” Ellie panted wearily, curled into a protective ball with her knees up to her chest, flipping him off.

“Love you too, kiddo,” he smiled, teasingly patting her tummy before climbing off of the bed and ruffling her hair. “Now get some sleep, you’ve got more training.”

“Shocker.”

“Oh, I know, right?” Erron remarked with an eye roll, approaching the door. “I’l be sure to tell General Blade about how you need to work on your endurance to tickling.”

“Erron!” Ellie yelled at him, shooting him a glare as he opened the door.

“And I’ll be sure to have Kung Jin help you with it,” He teased, starting to laugh.

“ERRON!” She yelled, blushing at the thought of her crush tickling her to hysterics, grabbing up another pillow and throwing it at him, only for him to step to the side before stepping out and shutting the door, laughing as he walked away.

“She makes this too easy…”

The End