Animal Crossing Tickle Story - Isabelle Tickled

WARNING: Paw/Tickle fetish content ahead. Although cute, if you are disturbed by any sort of that fetish stuff then don't read.


Isabelle, like always, had been hard at work throughout the night at the Town Hall, filling in paperwork, organising forms, recording citizen satisfaction surveys and any of the other several hundred jobs she found it necessary to do. She would work as long as she could until she fell asleep, which she usually did standing up in the middle of the hall. None of the other villagers or even the mayor himself knew where she even lived.

It would usually take until the mayor's daily arrival at the town hall for Isabelle to wake up, and today was no exception. She was woken from her snooze by a gentle prodding from her boss.

“Wakey-wakey Isabelle!” the mayor said, “Remember, it's deadline day for all of that paperwork to be sent off!”

“Huuuhh?” The shih-tzu slowly woke up and realised her surroundings and recited the same sentence she says every morning “Oh! Mr. Mayor! I didn't fall asleep on the job, did I?”

“Don't worry, I'm sure you didn't mean to... I'm sure a secretary as good as you has still gotten all her work done anyway! Did you fill out the forms for those public works projects?”

“Yes, Mr. Mayor! They are all done!”

“The one for the fence?”

“Yes, Mr. Mayor!”

“The one for the campsite?”

“Yes, Mr. Mayor!”

“The one for the new bridge?”

“Yes, Mr. May—ooohhhh....er...I think I did that one...”

“The new bridge? The one we've been planning for ages? Remember that was the one I told you to prioritise.” The mayor said sternly to his secretary.

Isabelle's eyes went wide as she started panicking. She remembered the mayor talking about the plans for the new bridge, and how she needed to urgently fill out an application...but she couldn't remember actually filling it out, despite working well into the night.

“Uh...I..don't think I got around to doing that one...I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor! I'll do it right away!”

“It's too late now, it was meant to be filled out and sent by last night...I'm afraid we'll have to wait a while for the next deadline...”

The mayor did not look angry in any way, but Isabelle couldn't help but feel like a disappointment and she began to visibly freak out slightly more.

“I'm sorry! I promise I'll never do it again Mr. Mayor I promise! I messed up!”

“Calm down, Isabelle! I'm not angry! Please, just take a seat over at the desk...” The mayor replies, seeing that she was becoming agitated. Isabelle promptly follows the Mayor's orders and takes her seat near the desk. The mayor sits down in front of her.
“You really have to stop fretting whenever you make a mistake, Isabelle! You know what they say, don't cry over spilt milk!”

“I suppose you are right, Mr. Mayor...but I really wanted to get all of the work done!”

“As long as you make sure you do it for next time, it's fine. Anyway, I'm sure you having your punishment will make it up to me!”

“Yes, Mr. Mayor, I promise...uhhh...what did you say, Mr. Mayor?”

“About your punishment? Have you not read the small print about disciplinary procedures for secretaries?” The mayor says as Isabelle's eyes widen with fear.

“Disciplinary? You mean I'm getting my pay cut? Am I going to be suspended? Please, Mr-”

“Isabelle! You are working yourself up again! Some mayors in other towns might do stuff like that but the disciplinaries here are nothing like that. Now, do me a favour and put your paws on top of the desk.”

Isabelle's agitation died down a little but she began to look confused. A question mark appeared above her head.

“Put my paws on the desk? But...are you not going to tell me what my punishment is?” Isabelle did as she was told, leaning back and lifting her paws up so that her furry yellow feet were resting on the desk, with her soles facing straight outward. As soon as she did this, her ankles were held down by her boss who then wrapped some rope around them. “What are you doing?! Where did that rope come from?!”

“This is your punishment, Isabelle! I need to make sure you can't get away from it...it'll only be a few minutes long!”

Isabelle's fear returned as she thought about what her punishment could be. What could require her to be tied up? With some of the ideas appearing in her head, she would honestly rather get a pay cut.

The mayor spoke up again to calm her down “Do you really think I'd hurt you, Isabelle? Stop freaking out, I'm sure you will have a lot of fun...” He reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a large white feather, further confusing the poor, trapped dog.

“If you had read the disciplinary procedures properly, you would know that failing to meet deadlines is grounds for tickle torture...are you ticklish at all, Isabelle?”

“Tickle torture? But Mr. Mayor, I'm not ticklish at a—hahah—HAHAHAHAH!!” Isabelle's defiance was cut short as the Mayor stroked the feather gently up and down her left sole for about 10 seconds before stopping.

“What was that you were saying about not being ticklish?” The mayor says as the secretary catches her breath.

“OK, I guess I am ticklish...please don't tickle me too much!”

“I dunno, you lied about not being ticklish...I think that is grounds for double punishment!”

“Please, Mr. MayahahahahahaHAHAHAHA!”

The poor puppy's paws were being attacked by the tickly feather as she giggled like crazy and struggled her legs against the rope. The feather wriggled against her soft, fluffy soles as her toes cutely wiggled and curled.

“Awww, you look even cuter when you're laughing!” The mayor taunted her as he mercilessly tormented her soles. “Your toes sure are wiggly, does that mean you want them to be tickled?”

“NOAHAHA—MR. MAYORHAHA! NOT THERE!”

Her pleas went ignored as the mayor swiped the feather between each one of her plump furry toes, occasionally having to yank it out as her toes clenched against it. He alternated between tickle-torturing her adorable soles and toes, enjoying the sound of her high-pitched laughter. He does this for 10 minutes before stopping and allowing the tormented puppy to catch her breath.

“Thank you Mr. Mayor...I guess I am pretty ticklish...Could you please untie me now...uhh...what's that noise?” Isabelle began to hear a small vibrating or whirring noise coming from somewhere near. “I think something is vibrating, Mr. Mayo-HAHAHAHAHAHA!”

The mayor once again didn't let her finish as he began the second stage of her tickle torture, now using an electric toothbrush to tease her ticklish footpaws. He could target her ticklish areas more precisely with the small but powerful brush, mainly whirring the bristles right in the middle of each foot. She would occasionally try and shield one of her paws with the other, but the mayor would simply tickle that foot out of the way, making it clear that he was torturing both of her poor soles equally. He also brushed thoroughly between each of her soft, petite toes, making them spread out wide, in turn exposing the ticklish spaces between them even more.

“I should really tickle you more, Isabelle! It will build up your resistance!”

The mayor's taunting went practically unnoticed by the ticklish puppy who was in hysterics and trying vainly to soothe the ticklish sensations shooting through her paws. 10 minutes later, when the brush finally left her feet, her toes continued to wiggle and her paws rubbed and writhed against each other for about 30 seconds, the sensitivity of them still being felt.

“I'm not sure whether you can take any more tickling...what do you think?”

“Please, Mr. Mayor...Anything but this...I didn't realise I was this ticklish!”

“The code of conduct states that the length of punishment is at the discretion of the superior...I think you can handle a few more minutes!”

“What!? No, really, I promise I've learnt my lesson...wh...what are you doing, Mr. Mayor?! Why are youhahahaHAHAHAHAHAH!”

Cutting her speech off again, the mayor reached over and did something even he thought was weird, but he couldn't resist. He tickled her by putting his tongue out and taking swift, ticklish licks of her soles. They tasted almost like candy, which made him lick a bit more. Her laughter was far beyond the volume it was at with the feather or brush.

Isabelle could just about cope with the sensations the feather and brush bought her, but she couldn't stand the sensation of the cold, wet tongue on her smooth paws. The embarrassment of having her sensitive feet licked was also causing her to blush heavily and her toes to clench. The foot licking lasted for just two minutes, although it felt a lot longer to her, before it suddenly stopped and the mayor immediately untied the rope from her ankles.

“See, that wasn't so bad was it, Isabelle?” The mayor said to her, grinning. “Forget that paperwork again and it's ten times the tickles!”

“I promise I'll do it this time, Mr. Mayor...I won't be able to stand ten times the tickles!” she says, smiling back at him as she walks over to the other side of the room.

“Oh, and Isabelle....” The mayor grabs her attention and she turns around. “You've got some pretty cute footpaws...if you do that work on time then I'll give you a foot massage for as long as you want!”

Isabelle blushed like she had never blushed before and she covered one foot with the other, showing her shyness and curling her toes as she did so. She smiled wide.

“Th-thank you, Mr. Mayor...I'd like that!”