Traptober 2/4 - Couple's Getaway (Patreon)

All couples quarrel, but in the end, it's important to be there for each other, to know when to compromise or even sacrifice for the sake of your mutual relationship. The device was simple, but devious in a way that made his palms break out in hot sweat - the tickling was unbearable. Whoever did this was an expert. Every brush and buffer was poised perfectly to attack his worst spots, moving with such slow precision that his nerves never acclimated.

The glove was by far the cruellest element of his personal hell. Its fingers danced almost cartoonishly, in a way so fluid and inexplicable that he could barely believe it was part of a machine and not a living, thinking evil. He let out a barking laugh as it began kneading his armpit, the sudden force almost tricking him into letting go of the bar, making him leap onto his toes to pull the bar back down, gripping it tight.

He could let go so easily; curl up into a ball and defend his worst spots. They likely wouldn't stop, but only being able to protect his sides would be the greatest luxury. But he knows that he can't - for her.

This is the moment of truth for them. As much as it's torment, it's given them a new breath of life and a new knowledge of each other - even if they don't come out of this as a couple, they'll still be friends, having learned this about their bond. He can hear her squeaking into the ball muffling her voice, struggling to swing in her bindings away from the ticklish torment beneath her. 

If he lets go, she'll fall into her own ticklish torment, attacking her ribs and belly, thighs, chest, her soft mound, her plush paws: she'll be lost in a hell even worse than his, with the knowledge that he sent her there, damning her for his own sake, to save his own ticklish hide.

He won't do that. He'll keep holding her up, until they get let go by whoever's running this circus - and then they'll kiss and make up.