Making a Mess of Marnie (Patreon)

Marnie let a shallow breath escape her lips. Her expression was the same as ever, stoic and unreadable, but within her stomach she felt a knot of nervousness. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest and her mind was racing. She was about to enter unknown territory.

“It’s a great honor to have ya, Miss Marnie!”

“Y’know you don’t hafta call me miss. . .”

Faced with the grunt’s overwhelming enthusiasm, Marnie couldn’t help furrowing her brow. Her fans tended to be on the energetic side, but this girl seemed rather extreme even compared to the others. Her dark eyes shone as she gazed upon the gym leader, and she was bouncing ever so slightly. “Maybe not, but it’s only natural. Either way, thank ya so much fer coming!” The strange girl exclaimed. Marnie nodded, somewhat regretting her decision. Only the Morpeko resting in her arms offered her comfort.

Given the town’s nature, it was no surprise that Spikemuth was a hub of “underground activities.” None of these activities were harmful. The siblings, Marnie and Piers, that the entire place essentially worshiped made sure of that, but those of a more “recreational” nature flourished. To put it bluntly, there were a number of 18+ and fetish studios in the town. And it was in one of these fetish studios that the nervous gym leader now stood.

“I’ve introduced m’self plenty, but I should do it again formally,” The girl rambled with a grin. “I’m Elsie, an actress for the Spikemuth After Dark studio, and Miss Marnie’s number one fan!” Silently, Marnie sighed. Every person in town claimed to be her biggest fan. That, however, wasn’t important. What was important was the studio that the girl, Elsie, was a part of.

Spikemuth After Dark. It was one of the town’s most popular fetish studios, a studio focusing on feet and tickling. Given how common these kinks are, what else would you expect? The studio was well known enough that they’d hosted guests not just from Galar, but from all over the various regions. They’d managed to convince many important people to have sessions with them, but up until this point, the studio had never gotten a chance to host the person they wanted to most. They’d never gotten the chance to host the girl living within the very same town that they were based in, Spikemuth’s gym leader, Marnie. Until now, that is.

Marnie was aware of the studio’s existence. If it was popular enough to reach other regions then of course one of the most important people in Spikemuth itself would know about it, but she’d never had any interest in it. These sort of kinks weren’t her cup of tea. With that in mind, when the studio reached out to her asking her to be the star of one of their videos, Marnie initially intended to refuse. The sincerity of their request, however, along with how much revenue it would generate, all of which was promised to go to Spikemuth and its gym, swayed the girl’s conviction. She gave in and agreed. Which was how she wound up in a small living room that served as a waiting area, while a few people prepared the room where her “session” would be happening. To calm herself down, she gave her Morpeko a gentle squeeze.

“One last time I want to be sure, do you understand what you’re gettin’ into, and do you consent to it?”

Marnie paused. She hadn’t watched any videos produced by Spikemuth After Dark, even though some had been sent to her, but she’d been given a brief rundown. She would have to get into a swimsuit, be restrained, then be tickled for a few minutes. The idea of this was incredibly embarrassing and nerve-wracking to the girl, she’d never been tickled hard and simply the idea of wearing such a revealing outfit in front of many others was enough to redden her cheeks, but she eventually agreed to it.

“I do, and I consent to it,” nodded the gym leader.

“Great! That’s the most important thing. Once the video’s recorded an’ edited, we’ll show it to you, Piers, and. . . the other two, t’make sure you’re fine with it goin’ up.” It should be noted that these “other two” people Elsie was referring to, were Victor and Gloria. Even after a number of years passing, the people of Spikemuth were still miffed by their victory.

Hearing this, Marnie looked away, her ears and cheeks burning. The thought of her brother, her boyfriend, and her best friend all seeing her in such a compromising situation was nearly too much for her. “Alright,” she mumbled, squeezing her Pokemon.

An awkward silence settled over the room, though truthfully it was only Marnie who found it awkward, for a moment. Then, to both the relief and dismay of the gym leader, a door opened down a hallway, and someone popped out to tell them all the preparations were finished. Elsie patted her on the back, saying, “Let’s do this thing! I’m so excited!” At this, the girl’s expression only hardened, but she resolutely went with Elsie into the room.

The room, though small, was set up like a studio. Large lights loomed behind a professional camera, manned by two girls and pointing at a strange, “Y” shaped table of sorts. It split off near the bottom, but was connected on that end by an open pair of built in stocks. At the top of the table, unmistakable bondage restraints could be seen.

Inwardly, Marnie gulped. No emotion showed on her face, but she was incredibly nervous. There was no going back, and her first ever tickle session was about to begin.

“You’re wearing yer swimsuit already, right?” Elsie inquired.

“I. . . I am,” Marnie nodded. At the strange girl’s insistence, the hesitant gym set down her Morpeko and took off her outer layer of clothing, leaving her wearing only a black bikini. She shivered, averting her eyes. “Whadda you want me t’do now?”

“You can go ahead an’ lay down on that table. Yer feet go in those holes there, and ya gotta raise your arms behind yer head.” Without saying a word, the stoic goth nodded and approached the table. She sat down on it, shivering as her skin touched its cool leather surface, and swung her legs up onto it. Just as had been requested of her, she nervously set her feet in the stocks and stretched her arms behind her.

“Perfect,” Elsie grinned. Sauntering up to the table, the girl pulled that set of bondage restraints over Marnie’s arms, locking them in. They didn’t budge as the gym leader gave them a frightened tug. Then the stocks were closed over her ankles, and as Marnie heard the click of the lock, her heart sank to its lowest. “Here’s how it’s gonna work. Once the camera starts rollin’, imma ask ya a few questions, then we’ll get to the ticklin’. Sound good?”

“I guess so,” lied the gym leader.

“Great! Let’s do this thing!”

At Elsie’s exclamation, one of the girl’s behind the camera held up three fingers. On them, she slowly counted down, making a fist as the recording started.

“G’nite to y’all, I’m Spikemuth After Dark’s most ticklish actress, as y’all know full well, Elsie!” The girl exclaimed, waving to the camera. She was positioned behind Marnie, making sure the girl was on full display. “Tonight we’ve got an esteemed guest! Why dontcha go ‘head and introduce yourself?” She metaphorically prodded the guest in question.

“H-Hello, I’m Spikemuth’s gym leader, Marnie.” Due to her nervousness, she stumbled slightly over her words.

“That’s right, we’ve finally got Miss Marnie t’join us! I doubt any of y’all have ever seen her smile, but that’s gonna change t’night! Now, Miss Marnie, I’ve got just two questions. These’re the ones we always ask guests. First up, what size are these pretty feet of yours?” Elsie asked in a sing-songy voice as she made her way to the end of the table.

Almost instinctively, Marnie’s toes scrunched up. “They’re size 7’s,” She said shyly.

“Ooh, good t’know, good t’know.” A grin spread across the actress's features. “Now fer the most important question. Miss Marnie, are you ticklish?”

“I. . . I am. I haven’ been tickled much at all, but I do know that I’m very ticklish.” As embarrassing as it was, the gym leader answered truthfully. Elsie was going to find out how sensitive she was anyway, so what point was there in lying?

“Very ticklish, huh? That’s what I like t’hear! With all that outta th’way, let’s go ahead and get started. Ya ready, Miss Marnie?” The actress knelt down by Marnie’s feet, and the two girl’s behind the camera shuffled to get a better view of her adorable peds.

“I’m ready,” the gym leader lied once again, a pit forming in her stomach.

“Then here we go!” Elsie grinned at the camera, then raised a single finger. She placed it’s nail just under Marnie’s toes, causing the girl’s foot to jump slightly. Then that finger slowly dragged all the way down the goth’s slender, pale sole, till it finally reached her heel.

“Nggh!” A grunt escaped Marnie as a visible grin showed on her face. This moment was luckily caught on camera, the usually stoic girl’s first smile of the day. It certainly wasn’t the last either.

Spurred on by the foot’s adorable reaction, Elsie raised both her hands and, without warning, began scribbling all her fingers over both of Marnie’s soles.

“PFFFFAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OH NAHAHAHAHAHA!” This intense surprise attack caught the gym leader completely off guard, sending her into a fit of laughter. Her bubbly toes flexed and her feet began to wiggle side to side. Marnie’s tickle session had officially begun.

“Wow, wouldya look at that!” The tickler glanced at the camera with a devious grin. “I think she might be even more ticklish than me! If y’all’ve watched our videos you’d know that Bianca was our most ticklish guest, but it’s looking like Miss Marnie’s gonna give even that giggler a run for ‘er money!” Elsie was clearly enthusiastic about her fetish. On the other hand, there was someone in the room who was much less so.

“EHEHEHEHEHEHE WHAHAHAHAHA STOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Roughly fifteen seconds had passed, and Marnie was already regretting her decision. She didn’t exactly dislike being tickled, but she didn’t particularly like it either. On top of that, she’d underestimated her own ticklishness, so she felt as though she was in over her head. Unfortunately for her, she’d already consented to this, and was fully locked in for the ride.

Elsie’s finger’s just sunk right into the pale feet as she explored every inch of them. Every stroke would send the gym leader into another fit of laughter. This was undoubtedly a dream come true for the actress.

As she dug beneath the girl’s toes, Marnie let out an especially loud shriek and curled her digits as much as she could. “Oooh looks like we’ve found a weak spot! Go ahead an’ keep showing that pretty black polish off to the camera.” Undeterred by the gym leader’s struggles, Elsie wiggled her fingers around in their current prison. Marnie realized that clamping down her toes like this just trapped Elsie’s fingers and allowed them to tickle her more. She had no idea what to do!

About a minute into their session, the hands were finally pulled away. The goth’s pale soles had gained a reddish tint, and tears had formed in the corners of her eyes, turned black by her makeup. She took in a few deep breaths then looked down at her tickler. “S-Sohoho are we done?” Her inquiry wasn’t exactly hopeful.

“Done? Miss Marnie, we haven’ even started yet.” One of the camera girls handed Elsie a bottle of baby oil, which she wiggled at her ticklee. “See? We gotta use stuff like this an’ other tools besides my hands.” Marnie silently cursed at this, while the contents of the bottle were emptied on her feet. They shivered as the cold oil dripped down them.

Elsie began to rub the liquid in, which Marnie was embarrassed to admit felt nice, when suddenly Morpeko jumped. The little pokemon, which had been silent up until this point, made a little noise and waddled up the edge of the table. “Hey there li’l guy. Ya need somethin’?” As Elsie questioned the Pokemon, Marnie lifted her head in an attempt to see what was happening. Morpeko raised one of its little arms, motioning towards the stocks. The actress tilted her head, slightly confused, and picked up the little Pokemon. She placed it on top of the stocks, between its trainer’s feet. “Is this what ya wanted?”

The Morpeko bobbed its head, its mouth curved in a cute smile. It leaned over and began to discharge a light amount of electricity directly onto Marnie's feet.

“EEEP! M-Morpeko whahahahat’re ya doin’?! Ehehehehehehahahaha!” Marnie burst into another giggle fit, her head falling back down to the table.

A wide grin spread over Elsie’s features, and she pat the Pokemon’s head. “Oh, yer a little genius! I’d expect nothin’ less from Miss Marnie’s partner Pokemon.” She turned to the camera, a finger raised as she gave an explanation. “The oil’s supposed to soften up and sensitize our guest’s feet, but Morpeko’s sensitizing them even more with its electricity. I’ve gotta admit this is just cruel, even for me. . . now let’s put Miss Marnie through the winger!” Saying this, she dug right back into Marnie’s soles with vigor.

“KYAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT TICKLES IT TICKLES IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES HAHAAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA!!!” The combination of the oil and Morpeko’s electricity worked wonders in sensitizing the poor gym leader. This was going to be quite the intense night.

Throughout their session, Elsie worked Marnie up and down. She tickled the goth’s feet, sides, thighs, belly, and armpits, making sure no spot was left untouched. Partway through, one of the camera girls joined in, helping to drive the girl wild. That, as well as the introduction of other tools such as hair and tooth brushes, sent Marnie over the edge into adorable, screaming laughter. They truly succeeded in making a mess of Marnie.

After that night, the gym leader would get many more invitations to be a guest on Spikemuth After Dark, but she would respectfully decline each and every one.

Here's the finished piece of adult Marnie being subjected to a healthy dose of tickle torture! I hope y'all enjoy it, with the story for it written by yours truly!