A short but sweet tickle story I made as requested by a friend, an AU of my normal world where Deirdre is punished with extreme tickles instead of death. I actually had this written for a while, but procrastinated on putting the finishing touches for about a month. Either way, enjoy!

An Alolan Ninetales found herself locked in a pair of stocks, with her arms tied up. She was in the middle of the same colosseum she was fighting in a short while before. The fox took some time to try and process what happen... She had gotten desperate during a duel, casting a powerful dark magic spell instead of one her normal Anima spells. She saw the king let out a gasp and stand up from his seat, next thing she knew she was warped away into a cell. She didn't mind the cell too much actually, warm and with a whole bookshelf of material... But then one of the guards came in and took her out, and now she was here. Then, Deirdre's train of thought was suddenly derailed when a Delphox walked into the arena. The old king had on a luxurious robe and a crown, looking down at the Ninetales with a smirk on his face. "I suppose it's time for your punishment. You know that the dark arts are HIGHLY illegal." Reimund spoke with a regal, yet cocky tone, carrying a tome of fire magic under his arm. Deirdre looked at the tome and silently gulped, looking up to the crowd in the stands of the colosseum. Her own brother was looking down at her nervously, the two royal heirs watching intently, the princess looking amused and excited, while the prince didn't look very impressed. She looked back to the king and gave a slow nod, accepting her fate. "Well, I hope you'll learn your lesson, young witch." With a snap of his fingers, Reimund summoned a small wisp of fire that swirled around Deirdre's body, stimulating it with heat, as well as tickles.

"H-Heeeheheee!" The Ninetales let out a giggle and squirmed in the bindings, her cool, icy body quite sensitive to the heat. She shifted and squirmed in the bindings as she felt the wisp wrap up her neck, then go back down, spiraling down to her armpits, sides, hips, then legs. The fox's giggles turned into a modest laugh when the flame started circling around each of her six big toes, heating up those sensitive gaps. "H-Hahahaaaa!" Deirdre tried to curl and scrunch her toes, but was a bit too late. The wisp began to make another spiraling lap up her body, moving faster, and burning just a bit hotter. The poor fox started to struggle when the spark danced in her big, pudgy armpits, the heat of the wisp making them more sensitive by the second. While he was amused by the witch's laughter, Reimund felt that this was more of a fun little reward than a punishment, or at least it was at the moment. The Delphox gave his fingers another snap, the small wisp igniting into a sizable flame while it was still in the Ninetales' armpit. "H-Hyaaaaahahaaaa!!" The fox let out a surprised squeal as the tickly feeling nearly tripled in intensity, the bigger flame heating up her icy body even faster. Deirdre attempted to crane her neck up as the flame started to swirl around it, the futile attempt at trying to get away only exposing more flesh to tickle. "Staaahahaaaappp!!" The fox begged for mercy, but the king merely shook his head. He put the palm of his hand on his magical tome, taking in the energy and using it to make the flame around the witch's neck speed up faster and faster. Her laughter became a cackle as the flame swirled and spun, soon reaching enough speed to become a permanent collar of fire tickling the poor fox. "EEEEHEHEHAHAHAAAA!" Deirdre cackled and glanced up at Luke, who was on the edge of his seat watching his poor, poor sister go through the torture.

Before the rest of her body could cool back down, Reimund added two wisps to weave between Deirdre's two sets of three toes. The Ninetales let out a squeal as one of her most sensitive areas was mercilessly attacked, her face starting to blush a deep, bright blue. Her bouquet of beautiful, wispy tails wagged frantically, as if they too were trying to escape the tickly torture. Reimund turned his glance to the tails with a growing smirk, adding a tiny wisp that attacked each tail. "NOOOHOHOHOOOOO!!" The Ninetales let out a shrill scream of a laugh, actively struggling and squirming in her bindings. One last, final flame was added to her body, moving up and down from the fox's chest to her waist, focusing on torturing her armpits. Deirdre started to pant softly below the laughter, starting to get a bit lightheaded from the prolonged heat, and tickles. But just as she thought it couldn't get worse, the king gave one last snap of his fingers. Every wisp on her body ignited, engulfing the Alolan Ninetales in a hot, tickly blaze that attacked every inch of her sensitive body. "EYAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!!!" The poor witch's cackle became a shriek as the tickles overwhelmed her body. The heat made her sweat bullets, which harmlessly boiled off from the heat of the tickly blaze. It wasn't long before Deirdre started to feel oddly floaty, her vision blurring farther than the flames covering her already distorted it. Her orange vision began to darken and fade, just like the tickly heat all over her body...

Deirdre let out a groan and opened her eyes, feeling simply exhausted. She looked up and there was a bag of ice on her head, but more importantly a Flareon staring down at her. "O-Ohhh... Fala?" She blinked at the sight of her cousin, who gave a big smile to the fox. "Mhm, I've got you. Just calm down and we'll get you cooled down." The nurse explained, stepping back to let Deirdre look at her surroundings. They were currently in the infirmary next to the colosseum, the fox resting on a soft, yet cool bed. She wasn't harmed in any way, just having passed out due to the heat and amount of tickles. "W-Where's Luke...?" The witch asked nervously, knowing her brother looked anxious while watching the show. "Oh, he ran off to get Marcus. Thought you'd want someone here while you cooled down." The Flareon gave a little wink, knowing that the Mightyena was Deirdre's boyfriend. The Ninetales gave a relieved, exhausted sigh and went limp in the bed, taking some time to let the ice soothe her body. "Just stay here for a second while I get you some water and a popsicle, okay?" Fala was still as cheery as ever, smirking before running out of the room. Deirdre let out another tired sigh as she rolled over and closed her eyes. She may have been disqualified from her tournament and received the harshest tickles in her life, but her brother and lover would soon be here for her, as always...