You admit defeat, and several vines withdraw from the ground. A witch-like voice cackles," now you'll pay for trespassing..." A vine reaches for your feet and gently begins it's work. The vines are too tight around your body so struggling is not an option. "Hehehahah. Hehe! Hahahaha!!!" The vines tickle harder, faster. The sensations are so tickly it's impossible to ignore it.
The vines holding your wings raise themselves up, exposing your feathery underwings. In response, the vines engage and begin to assault your pits. "Hehehahahaha!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" The ticklish sensations are driving you crazy, the vines dance around in your hollows, and they don't stop; instead, the torture reaches new heights. They tickle without mercy, and you're not sure, but you think you might be hearing the voice saying things like," tickle tickle!" And "cootchie cootchie coo!"
Finally, the vines cease the underwing torture and begin to attack your feathery belly. As your belly recieves it's torture, you struggle and squirm, your belly is your second most ticklish spot!"awww," the voice cackles," is the little Hawkmon ticklish?" You can barely nod your head. Your thoughts are completely jumbled together; half of your head says you're loving every second of this, and the other half says you need to get free and continue to the tickle mansion, but your body says you need to get free before you wet yourself. There is no escape however as your body continues to jiggle, all the while the vines split up and tickle you eslsewhere: the feet, wingpits, sides, and thighs.
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