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Ticklish Karma for Unruly Passengers

By KinkSaber

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rabbit rolled over in his bed and buried his large ears under the spare pillow. He had only laid down to bed for all of three seconds when the sudden noise surprised him. Cael was exhausted and grumpy. He had just gotten off a rough sixteen hour flight from New Hawk City to Zoobai. Even though he cashed in his points to upgrade his seat to premium economy, the airport gods were not kind to the little rabbit, and seated him in front of the most selfish asshole traveler Cael had ever met.

He was still mad as the recent memory resurfaced.

From takeoff, the big bad wolf behind him had propped his legs against the back of the rabbit’s seat. That wouldn’t have been so bad had the wolf stayed still; but that was of course not what he had in mind. The wolf grumbled obnoxiously and demanded a constant refill on his diet cola along with endless bags of snacks from what he called the ‘air waitresses’. Rude as hell.

Sixteen hours.

The wolf jabbed his finger against the touch screen constantly as he scrolled through the entertainment system, and each poke was strong enough to shake the entire chair. He connected the headphone plugs to his own portable boombox instead of a headset which annoyed everyone around him, and when asked to turn the volume down, claimed disability and hard of hearing (although he seemed to have heard everything just fine). Whenever he laughed, it crated on all the passengers; but mostly on Cael, as the wolf kicked the seat and pushed it with his feet with every bellow of laughter.

Sixteen fucking hours. The worst part was when the wolf finally stood up to use the lavatories, on his way back he smugly smirked and flashed the rabbit a condescending glare, as if he challenged the rabbit to do something about it. Nevermind sleep, Cael couldn’t even get a moment of peace to rest his eyes. The rabbit didn’t even half-finish his in-flight meal before the wolf kicked the chair so hard that the rabbit jerked and spilled his bottle of water all over the food. Cael was a flight-foodie, as he called himself, and particularly enjoyed the sensational menu that air travel offered. The ruined experience left a sour taste in his mouth, and it wasn’t just the balsamic vinegar. Sixteen. Fucking. Hours.

Cael gritted his teeth. At least it was over when the plane landed. He had plans to enjoy a quick local dinner before going to bed, but he was tired and couldn’t keep his eyes open; and so Cael went directly to the hotel where he booked a nice room at the end of the hallway, where he thought he would be the least disturbed. It was already late, and the rabbit didn’t think he could take just a quick nap with how little energy he had left. He had no choice but to order room service later, maybe sleep til morning when continental breakfast was served. Cael didn’t want to let the trip so far ruin the rest of his vacation. He closed his eyes again. Perhaps whatever made that noise was done now, and he could finally sleep.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Crash!

The rabbit groaned. He was pissed. He rolled over and pushed himself up. He was this fucking close to losing his goddamn mind. Another crash later, Cael’s anger quickly turned to concern. He heard something scatter in the halls. It didn’t sound normal.

The rabbit hopped out of bed and rushed to the door where he looked through the peeper. From where he stood he saw an overturned housekeeping cart and its spilled contents everywhere. Someone must have knocked it over. Cael groaned and mumbled to himself. 

“What a fucking idiot. Ugh.”

The rabbit couldn't leave it alone. He turned the deadbolt to his door and opened it. He had expected to see one of the hotel staff and he had expected some form of quick apology for the noise, but all he saw was a passed out guest on the floor. Even from several feet away, he smelled the alcohol on him.

Then something caught his eye. The shirt. The jeans. It was a wolf. No way. No fucking way.

Cael flipped the swing bar at the top of the door frame to keep his own door open as he took a step out to confirm his suspicion, and it didn’t take long for him to recognize the wolf as the same as the one from his plane ride. The wolf clearly had way too much to drink. The wolf’s face was flushed, and the lifted t-shirt exposed his slim and well toned abs. He would be cute if he weren’t such an asshole. How the hell did he get so drunk between the airport and the hotel? Cael himself had bolted off the plane and made it there in record time. He had neither the time nor the energy to take a shower, so that left maybe a grand total of ten minutes between a quick wipe of his face and the wardrobe change into something more comfortable. 

More impressively, how did he wrangle with the hotel stuff in that state of drunken stupor?

The rabbit looked around him and surveyed the damage. Knocked over housekeeping cart, the wolf’s luggages that fell over in the kerfuffle, and a paper envelope with the room number and key laid next to a spilled bottle of vodka that still had a duty free sticker on it. Cael rolled his eyes. Of course the wolf got the overpriced crap at the airport, and of course he got the room next to the rabbit’s.

He gave the wolf a shift poke with his foot to see if he would stir, but a snore told the rabbit otherwise. He could just leave the wolf there until someone found him, then he looked up and saw the security camera. Ugh. Now he’d be in trouble if he didn’t do something about it. The rabbit grabbed the card from the envelope and slotted it in the digital lock. The door clicked and opened. He turned his head back and looked. Ugh. Gross. He hated dealing with drunkards. He pocketed the card out of habit to free his hands. First, the luggage; then Cael dragged the wolf in. Not the bottle, though. He’s had enough to drink. He left the wolf mangled on the bed and grinned to himself. Serves you right, asshole. Cael thought. I hope you sleep wrong and wake up with a kink in your neck.

It was then that the wolf turned over and his wallet fell from his pocket. Out of professional curiosity, the rabbit flipped it open and looked for the driver license.

“Chad? Even your name is asshole-y!” Cael commented, and pulled out the wolf’s business card to give it a once-over. “Like the jock that peaked in high school and – holy shit. Event-promoter-slash-influencer? That’s the trifecta! It’s like the gods made you an asshole from birth!”

The rabbit dropped the wallet where he found it, and prepared himself to leave. Well, that was his good deed of the day. Maybe even the week. That was more than what the wolf deserved.

“Drink..! Ugh!” The wolf suddenly mumbled. “Where’s my.. DRINK!!”

The rabbit recoiled in disgust. He quickly left the room and let the door lock behind him. He had just gotten back inside his own room when he heard the loud shout of a curse word and another crash. Ignore it. Ignore it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

This time, it was his door. Someone knocked on it. The rabbit groaned, turned around, and opened it. “Yes?”

“...You!” The wolf laughed when he recognized the rabbit. “The little chicken shit on the plane!”

Cael was about to slam the door in the wolf’s face and call hotel security, but the wolf was stronger. Chad pushed the door open and invited himself in.

“Hey! Get out!” Cael shouted. The wolf only laughed again. It was then that Cael noticed the wolf’s top was gone, and his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. “What the hell, dude! Get out of my room!”

“Oh yeah? Why don’t.. Why don’t you make me? Chicken shit!” The wolf stumbled over to the rabbit’s bed and plopped himself down. Before either of them said another word, the wolf snored. This time, he was really out for good.

Cael’s cheeks burned with anger. The last thing he wanted was to sleep in a bed that smelled like a sweaty drunkard or with said sweaty drunkard. Adrenaline filled his body. He was awake now. Tired and fully awake, like he had espresso shot directly into his veins. Furious, jittery, and ached all over. The worst combination. As each second passed by, Cael felt as though his vacation was being ruined more and more.

The wolf was cute, but that awful personality quickly turned that 10 into a negative 5.

Still, what if he had his mouth gagged like a good little wolf should? 

Cael shook the thought from his head. Really? At a time like this?

Maybe it’s because it’s a time like this. He didn’t invite the wolf over. This guy is an intruder. He came in without warning. He practically begged to be treated like a criminal. A criminal that should be punished.

The rabbit gulped. The wolf was too cute. Grew on him too fast. Except the fact that the wolf was in his bed, and wore shoes over the sheets like some uncultured swine. The rabbit grumbled, and roughly pulled off the sneakers, then the socks, and dropped them on the ground.

Cael was stunned. He didn’t expect such a rough-presenting wolf to have such delicate looking feet. The sole was smooth and the toes were perfectly pedicured. Well taken care of. There was a light scent of lotion from them, which most likely was applied prior to their flight. The rabbit looked them over several times, then sought out his phone where he took several photos for his collection. His compensation. Yeah. That’s right. The wolf had been such an asshole, Cael deserves to be compensated for the emotional distress. 

But a couple photos wouldn’t really do it justice, now, would it?

Cael looked at his luggages. He did have some gears he bought with him. He was going to enjoy a couple hours of self bondage during his stay, but didn’t think he’d have a chance to break them out so soon. He looked back at the wolf.

Compensation. The wolf wanted it. Begged for it. Practically threw himself into the rabbit’s den. The rabbit licked his lips. His crotch took over and won the metaphorical arm-wrestle with his brain. Fuck it. Let’s go.

Soon his stuff laid all over the bed and surrounded the sleeping wolf. Tapes. Chains. Cuffs. Oils. Latex gears. He couldn’t easily fit some of these on the wolf; not while he was dead weight. The rabbit put several items back, and settled on using the rolls of tape he had. They will do just fine – and it wouldn’t leave any questionable marks on the wolf’s body. He got to work.

First was the rabbit’s favorite part. The roll of tape wrapped around them as the rabbit moved upwards. Ankles bound together, then the shin, the knees, and the thighs. Three times over, until the entire roll was used up. He opened a second roll of tape. First he sealed the wolf’s lips across, wrapped it around the back of his head, and then circled it three more times as he lifted Chad’s head up each time to pass the tape under. Then, perpendicular to the wolf’s face, the rabbit wrapped it around the wolf’s protruded maw as if the canine had a muzzle made of firm latex tape. With just enough space around the wolf’s nostrils to breathe, the rabbit was pleased with his handiwork. Perfect as always, even if he was dead tired.

Next was the wolf’s eyes to take his sight, and the wolf’s hands that were balled into a fist inside a cocoon of latex tape. No opposable thumbs, no chance to escape. The rabbit smiled at his handiwork. He rolled the wolf on his belly, then pulled both of his arms together behind the wolf’s back. Hand to elbow he stacked them, and with the tape he wrapped the forearms together until it was three layers thick. Another roll of tape finished, but Cael wasn’t finished yet.

Latex tape was expensive, and Cael was down to his last two rolls. He wanted to keep them for himself, so he picked the shrink wrap from his repertoire of toys. It was so much more difficult to maneuver the sleeping wolf, who was heavy as a sandbag; but the rabbit managed. He always did. Even though he was so much smaller than the wolf, his muscles wouldn’t lose to something as simple and dumb as Chad. Nothing but dead weight. Think of it as another workout routine. Round and round the roll of shrink wrap hugged the canine, and as Cael finished the upper body, the legs were the last thing he needed to deal with. Cael couldn’t possibly let the wolf go without a matching pair of leggings to go with that beautiful plastic top.

The shrink wrap, he didn’t care to use wastefully. He laid it on thick and tight, and once the legs were done, it was time to make the magic happen. From the bathroom Cael retrieved the hairdryer and turned the heat up to the highest setting. He knew from experience that with so many layers of insulation, the wolf would be completely unharmed underneath – maybe a little warm at most. The hot air blew across the plastic and, as its namesake, shrunk in size. The wolf was mummified tighter and tighter by the second, all the while completely oblivious to the hell that he would soon wake up in. The Cael couldn’t help but give himself a good rub to his crotch as he admired his own handiwork – the helpless and completely bound wolf, which now other than his head and feet, was a beautiful work of plastic-wrapped art. As the shrink wrap bonded through its layers, Cael couldn’t help but run his fingers across the hardened cocoon.

“So, you fucking degenerate – you’re good for something after all.” The rabbit whispered to himself. He has scarcely ever seen anything as erotic as the bound wolf now. The only thing that was still exposed to the air were the wolf’s toes and soles, but soon they, too, were hidden under the comforter and the blanket. Cael crawled over the snuggly tight wolf, which was quite a nice bed-warmer, and laid his head on the wolf’s chest. So warm. So comfy. He was going to rest his eyes for just a minute, and then he could continue.

The next minute, of course, came when the rabbit awoke to angry muffled moans. For a second Cael was shocked to feel his ‘bed’ squirm, but the activities from last night soon returned to his memory, and the rabbit’s eyes snapped open. Cael threw the blanket off him and turned to see the angry wolf with angry screams, who tried his hardest to fight against his bondage. When the wolf realized something moved besides him, he renewed his defiant attitude and squirmed even more.

That turned Cael on. To see the predator so helplessly bound made his tummy and crotch feel all funny, and that was in addition to his normal morning wood.

“..Fuck!” The rabbit exclaimed with shaky breath. Part of him had thought it was a dream; and now that he’s had the rest he so desperately needed, he knew he was in so fucking much trouble. He could, of course, let the wolf out – but Chad would most likely rip him limb from limb. Limb. Limb. Cael had an intense feeling, as if he had forgotten something important. His gaze traced the wolf from his pretty bound head down his plastic-tombed body, all the way to the end.

Then he saw the wolf’s bound feet, where the toes were still free to wiggle and curl. The rabbit’s brain just about immediately shut off as the blood rerouted elsewhere.

Cael was the very picture of ‘breeding like rabbits’. As soon as it entered his mind it was almost impossible to get out without going through. Those wiggly, tasty looking, oh-so-helpless toes. Those digits that couldn’t defend themselves if the wolf’s life depended on it. Cael’s eyes were so fixed on them, and so the rabbit crawled towards the end of the bed where those warm soles laid. Closer, closer, closer. He crawled on all fours until his face was mere inches from them. He took a whiff and moaned as he exhaled.

It came as a surprise that the wolf’s feet didn’t smell bad at all. They were lightly scented, which was pleasant to the rabbit’s sensitive nose. Cael nuzzled the top of the wolf’s feet against his cheeks. They were so warm from under the blanket. So soft against his cheeks. Cael couldn’t help but wonder if they were ticklish, too. Why, that would just be perfect, wouldn’t it?

The rabbit extended a finger and scratched the top of the wolf’s foot, and traced his finger along the veins and bones. He felt the foot try to pull away. The wolf’s angry muffled screams turned to a quick whimper.

“Oh.. you are ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Mmm-mmm!! Mmm-mmm!!” The wolf vehemently denied, but the way those toes curled protectively inwards told the rabbit everything he needed to know. 

“That’s so funny. For such an asshole wolf to have such ticklish feet.” Cael commented. “Not the big tough guy you wanted people to think you are, huh? Let’s see if I can crack your eggshell, pup!”

With that, the rabbit grabbed both of the wolf’s wiggly feet, his thumbs pressed against the top of the foot in a firm grip as the rest of his fingers scratched the center of the wolf’s soles. The poor helpless wolf immediately bursted out into fits of laughter, choked by the latex tape that kept his mouth muzzled, like a caged animal. Cael’s short, stubby claws raked across the arches, and the rabbit felt just how soft the wolf’s soles were firsthand. If the rabbit had to guess, he’d confidently say these were possibly the top ten softest, most tender feet he has ever had the pleasure of touching. There was a feeling of jealousy in the rabbit’s chest. Without direct comparison, somehow Cael just knew factually that Chad’s soles were softer even than his amazingly plush bunny soles. If his furs could change color, that snow white rabbit would instantly turn a most wicked, envious green.

“Damn, how dare your feet feel so good..!” Cael grumbled. “You don’t deserve soft feet – ugh! I’m going to tickle the hell out of them!”

“MMMHMM MHMMMHMM HMMHMMMHMMMMHHMM HMMMM!!!” Tears quickly wet the wolf’s eyes. No amount of struggling helped his perilous situation. He can’t believe just how open and exposed his soles felt, especially with the rest of him in complete bondage. It was as though his feet were extra sensitive just for the occasion. The wolf wasn’t mad, though – confused, more like; not just at how he had gotten himself into this, but also a grand surprise of how good it felt – how good it felt to be bound up and helpless, how good it felt to be put in his place. Dangerous situation he might have been in, but he also had never felt so safe in the snug confines of his plastic cocoon. It didn’t help that the rabbit was the one and the very same cute-ass loser on the flight. He had tried for sixteen hours to piss the rabbit off, just to get some reaction from his poorly-sought victim. Now that he had the rabbit’s full and undivided attention, the wolf wasn’t entirely sure whether he regretted it, or if he should just cave in and enjoy the rest of it.

His mind began to become numb as the fingers raked and scratched his soles. The rabbit’s dull claws were more potent than the wolf’s predator mind could comprehend. He don’t know how simple scritches could send him into a ticklish frenzy, but fact remains that he was under the rabbit’s thumbs – figuratively and literally – and he really fucking loved it. He had always thought of himself as an alpha bro, and that the other beta idiots were too chicken shit to do anything back to him. It had gotten stale in some way, but this was more than what he asked for – better than what he asked for. He wanted conflict, and now he was repaid in endless tickling on the soles of his feet, which pounded his head again and again.

“So, which foot was it that kicked my fucking seat on the plane, hmm?” The rabbit asked. “I think we should punish BOTH to be safe, don’t you?”

Gods, yes. Chad thought. Punish me more.

“Squirm like a worm, you asshole!” Cale mocked. Between the laughter, the wolf let slip a moan. He felt his crotch grow warmer. Tingly. He rolled his eyes back behind sealed eyelids. Another moan. The rabbit heard it that second time. “Oh, you’re enjoying this, huh? Who’d have thought the big bad wolf is into this kinky shit?”

“Mmmhm..!? Mmmmm..”

The wolf felt something warm and wet glide across the tip of his toes. His legs went weak, like jelly. Similarly, fireworks shot off in his head. Chad spread his toes open and made room for the rabbit’s tongue.

“Damn, they’re tasty. Gods, they’re wasted on you.” The intense feeling of jealousy returned to the rabbit’s chest. He gave them another lick, and grabbed the brush that laid only an arm’s length from him. “Well, whatever! You ruined my 16 hour flight, so I’m going to pay you back every single minute of it. Complain all you want, but I’m not letting you go!”

The bristle on the brush scratched the bottom of those creamy smooth wolf soles until both of them were bright pink and glistened with moisture. Chad’s toes stayed clenched, but no matter what there was no escape from the rabbit’s wrath. An hour passed, and delirium was setting in in the wolf’s mind. For him, it had gone from torture to pure bliss in record time; and for the rabbit it had only caused another round of uncontrolable arousal. Rake, rake, scratch. The wolf’s toes curled. Whenever the brush left the surface of those soles for seconds, the wolf’s digits would spread and wiggle again. Cael couldn’t help but lay kisses and smooches across each of the toe pads; his tongue wormed between the digits as the brush quickly returned to the arches.

If Cael only turned around, he would have seen the huge patch of darkened stain where the wolf’s crotch was, under all those layers of transparent wrap.

Perhaps he would have mercy and free the wolf. Perhaps not. After all, there was fifteen more hours to go – and he was intent on making sure the wolf knew exactly how displeased he was.

=The end?=