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  1. Pokemon iris tickle fanfic
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  79. But during an attack from a new enemy, Gary loses some of his memories. Noah Whitman was a 15 year old boy, a little shorter than average teenage boys. She then recalls it and they collect the ice.
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  81. No… something was wrong. But Alain's greatest fatal flaw is his own guilt.
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  83. A Pokemon Fanfic - Her pokemon seemed to be having fun, too.
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  85. Bonnie strut along the corridors of the pizzeria, heel to toe, as if she owned the place. Heel to toe, heel to toe, as she walked down the hallway. She was so confident in herself, getting a head-start before any of the other animatronics had even budged. Chica watched with envy. Bonnie could go wherever she wanted and do whatever she wanted. It was so unfair. Then she got an idea. A wonderful, horrible, idea. It was 2 AM, when suddenly the cameras and lights cut out. Bonnie heard footsteps, and before she knew it, she was thrown in a greasy old burlap sack. The cameras flickered back on, but Bonnie and Chica were nowhere to be found. When Bonnie was finally dumped out of the bag, she was in the kitchen. While she was still in a daze, Chica wasted no time in tying her up to one of the kitchen tables. Bonnie knocked a few pots and pans off the table, that made quite a ruckus, but Chica figured nobody would care enough to come look. Just in case though, she locked all the kitchen doors. She stared up at Chica, disoriented and angry. Chica simply smiled and went to the sink. She returned with a bottle of dish soap, a scrub brush, some steel wool and a garbage bag. Bonnie wondered what on earth she could be planning to do with these things. Chica walked over to where Bonnie's feet were tied up, and drizzled the dish soap all over her feet. It actually felt good to Bonnie. But then why tie her up? But then, once all the soap was gone, and Bonnie's feet were glazed with it, Chica put her hands against her feet and started massaging the soap in. This had two effects. First, all the grease and grime from Bonnie's soles melted away. But second, it tickled like crazy! Bonnie didn't even know that animatronics could be tickled! She started giggling in a mechanical fashion, which quickly elevated to outright laughter as chica stuck all her fingers between Bonnie's toes. The sensation was unbearable! Chica stopped this after about 15 minutes, but took no time to let her recover. After all, robots can't get tired or faint! She could do this for as long as she wanted! She quickly moved up to Bonnie's midriff and in no time at all had started twirling the scrub brush around in her navel. Another thing she didn't know she had! Bonnie was immediately laughing again, and thrashing about in her bonds, but there was no escape! The tickling fibers of the brush rubbed all around her metallic belly button, and by the time Chica was done it was shiny and spotless. Once again, Chica wasted no time in moving around. She went under the table, and slung the garbage bag over the top, so as it covered Bonnie's entire midsetion. Bonnie wondered what new horrible sensation this would bring. Chica yanked the garbage bag back and forth across Bonnie's exposed belly, making a squeaking noise as it did so. Bonnie was in hysterics. It was as if a wave of fingers were titilating her tummy all at once, back and forth. Chica proceeded with this for only about 10 minutes. She was really excited for the next part. She got up off the floor, and immediately grabbed two hand-fulls of steel wool. Chica waved them around, seeming to ask where Bonnie though they would go. Bonnie didn't want to know. She closed her eyes. This was the worst experience of all. The steel wool scrubbed up and down both her armpits, which she then realized were the most ticklish part of her body. She couldn't even thrash around anymore, she was too consumed by laughter. She giggled and laughed as the tiny steel wires penetrated every inch of her defenseless underarms. It was pure torture! Chica kept this up especially long, since she could see how much Bonnie was reacting to it. When she was finally done, she took a break from the extreme torture, as she figured Bonnie had had enough. But just because she enjoyed Bonnie's laughter, Chica used a single feathered finger to stroke Bonnie's soles. Heel to toe, heel to toe.
  86. She looked up at her older brother and smiled. But little did she know, her older comrade had an ace up his sleeve. Chica yanked the garbage bag back and forth across Bonnie's exposed belly, making a squeaking noise as it did so. In recent years, rumors have surfaced of a responsible who haunts the Theater's walls. After he was free, the grunt punched Noah across the face. She could do this for as long as she wanted. While she was still in a daze, Chica wasted no time in tying her up to one of the kitchen tables.
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