Ataru’s Ticklish Punishment (F/M) (Patreon)
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{Based on characters from Urusei Yatsura; all characters are 18+}
Ataru Moroboshi had become more familiar with misfortune than anything, and nearly anyone, else in his life. Growing up, his streaks of bad luck were usually minor events. One too many stubbed toes in the morning, broken pencils, and lost toys began a trend that would only become worse and far more painfully obvious. He barely scraped by in school and had friends that were more strictly regulated to the classroom than those he would see much outside the pale scholastic cells. Even his parents were keen to notice how he lacked any element of luck in his endeavors. With a birthday like Friday the 13th, Ataru’s regularity with misfortune had become a transparent hindrance, a broken scope into how the boy’s life would perpetually play out.
However, Ataru grew into a lively young man. He was not one to allow minor missteps to keep him on the ground for too long. Despite having little to no fortune on his side, with not many more skills to compensate, Ataru was always one to give his all to anything that he set his mind to. Unfortunately, what he most often set his mind to was the pursuit of women and, even less fortunately, such pursuits would often conclude with as little success as everything else. Every girl he asked out would usually end up turning him down. Every girl he checked out while out at school, at the library, at the marketplace, anywhere he went where he figured that he would find a solid hottie, would at best ignore him, those that opted not to simply give him a hard slap as they turned to walk away. Truly, his worst luck was with the ladies. That was until he was introduced to Lum.
The jarring metal plunger on the toaster released, shooting up a pair of darkened, crispy bread slices. Ataru yawned and picked both out with his fingers. He dropped them down onto a paper towel, shaking off the burn searing his fingertips. He cooled his fingers off by popping them into his mouth for a second before reaching for a small, dark red tub. The young man began coating his toast in a fine layer of butter, followed by another layer of jam picked from a jar. His teeth sank into the breakfast treat.
“Ugghhh… sleepy…” he muttered to himself. He turned to the clock hanging on the wall. It was still early enough to allow him to get ready for school at his usual, lazy pace. His baggy pajamas still hung loosely over his body. His dark chestnut hair stood upright in places and laid misshapen in others. An eerie stillness resided through the house. Ataru figured that his father had already gone off to work and that his mother was out on an early trip to the supermarket. Or some other equally reasonable explanation why no one seemed to be around. The strangest, however, the most questionable stillness, was that of Lum, who Ataru had not yet heard from. It took several minutes of enjoying the relaxing calm over his jam and butter toast before Ataru recognized the absence.
“Lum?” Ataru called out, still chewing the last bits of his toast. He wiped the crumbs off of his lips with his sleeve. He looked around and listened through the silence. Typically, she would already be clinging to him, or at the most productive, be helping him collect his supplies for school. The silence came unusual, yet not unwelcomed to Ataru. As he traversed his home, searching room to room for his odd alien wife, he began to grow as relieved as he was curious over her absence. He checked the bathroom, his parents room, even outside across the backyard and over the roof. Ataru neither saw nor heard from Lum in the slightest.
“Ah, time alone…” Ataru muttered aloud. “So peaceful…” He smiled cheekily. He never thought he would be so happy to have time away from a girl as blatantly attractive as Lum. The kind of attention he would give to girls pretty much anywhere he went was the kind that Lum regularly received from the boys in his social circles. The difference being that, ever since the game of tag and Ataru’s accident proposal, Lum had always been fiercely loyal to Ataru as her husband. This made her disappearance as odd as it was. Despite enjoying the serenity in his own home and his long-needed alone time, Ataru’s curiosity steadily grew into a festering worry, a concern for either Lum’s safety or even the health of their relationship.
“Ugh, that woman…” Ataru grumbled. “What could she be getting into now…?” Ataru huffed at the very aggravation that her disappearance had thrusted upon his mind. Not having her around was somehow even worse than her being attached to him from morning to night. Still, as he turned for another glance at the clock, he figured that he better start getting ready anyway. “No sense in her business making me late. Whatever she’s doing, she can take care of herself…” Ataru huffed again as he made his way back to his bedroom.
As Ataru entered, a heavy sigh escaped his lips. His eyes fell upon the beauty that he had been searching for, reacting with equal comfort as they did with interrupted irritation. Lum hovered atop the boy’s bed, her legs crossed as she sat upright while bobbing up and down.
“Oh darling!” Lum said cheerfully. “I knew you wouldn’t leave without me.” She giggled, her expression beaming with a suspiciously favored glee. Ataru grumbled as he stared back at her, the only woman who could look the way she did and not immediately usher an impulsive reaction from Ataru to leap for her chest. She boasted the same matching animal-striped print bikini top and bottom that she normally wore. Her vibrant teal hair shimmered in the morning sunlight beaming through the window. From it, her horns, stumpy and shallow, peaked from the front portion of her crown. She wore knee-high boots that matched the rest of her minimal, exposing ensemble. Before Ataru could fully react, Lum flew at him, tackling the boy against the wall and pulling him in a tight, loving hug.
“Gah!” Ataru fussed. “What do you mean? You’re the one who vanished this morning!”
“Awww, was darling worried that I had left him?” Lum asked teasingly. “You really should know better by now.” Lum pushed Ataru off of her. She glided back a little and shot Ataru a harsh, disapproving glare. “Like that you shouldn’t be looking at magazines with other women inside of them…” Aratu blushed. She glanced off to the side and scratched his nose.
“Ehhh, wh-what now?” Aratu asked. Lum placed her hands on her hips. She flew over to Ataru’s nightstand and reached behind it. She pulled out a small collection of magazines, all with scantily clad women smiling and winking across the covers. “O-oh, uhhhh… well, I don’t… know how those… got there…” Lum sighed. She flew to Ataru’s bedroom window and opened it, tossing the magazines outside. “No! What are you doing?!”
“You don’t need those girls anymore, darling,” Lum said, her nose upturned proudly. “You have me.”
“But what if someone finds them?!” Ataru asked. He reached for the door, but Lum dashed to it to hold the door shut.
“You should have thought about that before I threw them out,” Lum said. Ataru pulled on the door, but struggled against Lum’s abnormal alien strength. She giggled as she watched him pull on the knob. “Don’t worry, we can have all the fun you want right here, just the two of us.” Ataru stopped.
“Ehhh, what do you mean?” he asked, glancing over her with intense curiosity. Lum giggled.
“I learned a new trick,” she said. “Something that’s guaranteed to put a smile on your face.”
“Oh?” Ataru asked, snickering softly. “And what’s that?”
“I believe you call it… tickling?” Lum asked. Ataru thought for a moment. He had not considered that to be Lum’s answer, but after a few short seconds of consideration, he was not prepared to turn down anything involving putting his hands on his bombshell bride.
“Oh, is that what you’re thinking, huh?” Ataru asked. “Well, if that’s what you want, I suppose I can– geeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhahahahahahahaaaaa!!” A blast of energy shot out from the tips of Lum’s fingers. The electrifying sensation appeared to Ataru like every other shock he had suffered by her hands before. Everytime he was caught misleading her or being obscene or checking out some other girl, he could almost always expect a harsh blast of searing electricity right to his entire body. Yet this blast was different. It was more casual and light, making the pain that would normally come with Lum’s electrokinetic blasts into a different sensation entirely, a ticklish assault on his entire nervous system.
“Heehee, is this something, darling?” Lum asked. “I learned how to lessen my psionic surges into an effect that causes laughter. This means I can make you smile and laugh all the time now, darling!” Ataru fell to the ground while the tickling bolts continued to spread about his whole body. He thrashed and screamed and squirmed against his floor, throwing his head back in wild, ticklish laughter.
“Gaaaaaahhahhahahaha!!” Ataru laughed deeply. “Laaahahahahahahaaaammm!! Stahahahaap!! It ticklesssshahahahaha!!” Ataru had little experience with being tickled through the course of his life, especially at any sort of exuberant length. It would usually be a passive experience, conducted by older family members as playful teases when he was a boy. He recalled not being too fond of the exchanges, not liking the feelings of helpless humiliation as he was forced to squeal. There, on the floor writhing beneath Lum’s shocking fingers, was already the most he had ever been tickled at one time before, with a reception of just as much irritation and reluctant amusement as the company of Lum herself.
“Heh heh, I just adore seeing you with a smile on your face, darling,” Lum said, sending out one ticklish shockwave after another onto the body of her writhing, giggling beloved. “It makes me happy knowing that you’re happy.” The shocking tickles attacked all over Ataru’s body. They traversed across his entire range of skin, but managed to focus most potently around his primary tickle spots, the places where he always felt like he was most ticklish. The bolts came quickly, more quickly than his nerves could keep up with, and attacked directly beneath his skin. The shocks came across as dozens of fingernails frantically scribbling deep within his armpits. They trailed down his body to ravish, with the most effective techniques possible, across his belly and sides. They shot all the way down his legs to concentrate, with ferocious scribbling, at the soles of his feet. Ataru’s body flailed as he screamed with laughter, enduring Lum’s new ticklish ability as best as he could.
“Staaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaap!!” Ataru cried out through his laughter. “I caaahahahahahaaaan’t tahahahahaaaaake it!!!” He twisted and turned against the floor. No matter how he thrashed or tried to shake away the tickles, there was no escaping them as they coursed through his very nervous system. Lum continued to giggle as she watched, floating just above where Ataru flailed.
“Darling, your laughter is so cute and infectious,” Lum said while giggling. She observed Ataru’s’s body reactions closely as she delivered wave after wave of ticklish shocks across his body. Ataru bounced and bucked against the floor. He squealed and shrieked with laughter. The bolts encased his body with tickles, targeting and attaching each little nerve with flurries of stimulation. Ataru’s body fought to protect itself from the tickles compounding against his senses, but could do nothing against Lum’s playful, ticklish electricity.
“Quit it– aaaaaahahahahahahahahaaa!!! Neeeeeahahahahahahahaaaaa!!!” Ataru’s laughter filled the room. He tossed all over the floor, but Lum’s powers followed him, steadily breaking him down with surging waves of tickles. Lum continued to giggle as she watched him squirm. After a while, Lum wiped an amused tear from her eyes and stopped the ticklish blast.
“Oh darling, you’re so much fun!” Lum said. Catching a break from the tickles, Ataru laid on his back, panting and sweating. He laid one hand over his chest while the other draped over his eyes. His face beamed a deep shade of red. Having undergone more tickles in ten minutes than he had ever endured over the course of his life combined, Ataru laid tiredly against the floor, facing conflicting reactions to the overwhelming stimulation. Lum flew over to hover just above his face, staring down at him.
“D-don’t… do that… again…” Ataru said. Lum giggled and tilted her head.
“Don’t be silly, darling,” Lum said. “You were laughing and having fun just now.”
“That… was like torture, Lum,” Ataru panted. “I’m… really ticklish…”
“A… tickle torture?” Lum asked curiously. “Hmmm…” She thought for a moment before returning to look down at Ataru’s face, grinning sweetly. “Well, it was fun for me… and I think that you still need to be punished for the magazines, so…” Lum lifted Ataru up off of the floor and carried him over to the bed.
“H-hey, what are you doing?!” Ataru asked. Lum plopped Ataru down onto the bed and quickly fetched several of Ataru’s longer tube socks. She made swift work in using them to tie Ataru’s wrists and ankles to the corners of his bed. Her knots were tied so tightly and efficiently that Ataru’s body was kept firmly stretched out, unable to slip free no matter how the young man squirmed or pulled at the makeshift binds. “Hey! Get me out!”
“I’m sorry, darling, but you must face your punishment for still looking at other girls after all this time,” Lum said. She gave Ataru a subtle grin, clearly channeling a sense of pleasure from her newly discovered method of retaliation against Ataru’s mischievous antics. She lowered herself down, still hovering over Ataru’s bound, squirming body. “Now then, how… and where… should I punish you specifically?”
“Pl-please don’t tickle me, Lum,” Ataru begged. “I-I’m so ticklish…” Lum giggled.
“I know, that’s what makes it so much fun,” she said. She thought for a moment before raising her hands in front of Ataru’s face, letting him dread over her wiggling fingers. “How about… here!”
Lum’s hands plunged down against Ataru’s outstretched armpits. Her fingers sparkled. They scratched and administered the same ticklish shock as before, but in a more concentrated burst that focused off of its ticklish effects against both of Ataru’s vulnerable armpits at once. The sudden, ticklish shocks shot through Ataru once again, causing the boy to buck and squeal into a ticklish fit of laughter.
“Gaaaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahahaa!!! Nahahahahaaooo!!!” the young man laughed. He bucked with ease against the bed, Lum’s innate levitation giving her access to Ataru’s bound body without putting strain upon his chest. Her fingers danced around his pits, her fingertips sinking deep into the ticklish mounds. Even through his pajamas, Ataru could feel every scribbling swipe, every ticklish scratch feeding more and more into the absolute hysterical through which she put him. Ataru tossed side to side against the bed. He pulled desperately at the tied socks holding his arms and legs out, unable to free himself to Lum’s delight.
“Haha, you have the cutest laugh, darling,” Lum said. “I could listen to it all day… and I think I might just do that.” The electricity sparkled from her fingers. It aided in her rapid scratching by attacking the ticklish nerves throughout his pits that went untouched by her hands. The electric surges were so light and shallow that they only focused on Ataru’s ticklish pits, but her powers working in tandem with Lum’s oddly experienced ticklish touch was more than enough to get Ataru howling with mad laughter.
“Naaaaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!!” Ataru shrieked. “Stahahahahap it!!!” His face was still red from the ticklish ordeal from before. His hands balled into fists. His head turned side to side with every desperate jerk of his hands and feet. Nothing he did could free him from Lum’s knotwork as she hummed happily and giggled along with her fingers scribbling against the boy’s ticklish pits.
“Heehee, coochie coochie coo, my darling!” Lum teased, enjoying herself on Ataru’s explosive ticklish reactions. Her fingers dug into Ataru’s defenseless pits. His back arched and hips bucked beneath her. He thrashed against the bed, bellowing out deep fits of ticklish laughter unlike any that had ever been forced through his throat. Every scribbling assault against his pits came with a flurry of tickles that poured through the young man’s body. The additional effects of Lum’s electric touch only served to amplify his senses, to send bolts of tickles out across the areas while making him more ticklish in the process.
“I caaaahahahahahahahahaan’t taahahahahaake it, stahahahahahaap!!!” Ataru cried out. Lum smiled as she stroked the ticklish hollows with her fingertips. She gave each another bout of electrified tickles before finally pulling her hands back. She stared down at Ataru while he gasped for air, giggling with gleeful pride.
“Darling, you’re just so much fun to play with,” Lum said, a soft blush brushed across her cheeks. “I can’t wait to see where else you’re ticklish…”
“N-no, please…” Ataru begged. “I… I’m gonna be late for school…”
“Oh no, you’re not going to school today,” Lum said, shaking her head. “No, no, you’re going to stay here all day, just like this, as you take your punishment.” Lum failed to hide her authoritative stance behind her impish grin, telegraphing clearly how much fun she was having tickling Ataru. She hovered down the boy’s body, positioning herself right over Ataru’s heaving midsection. Lum glanced over it for a moment before lowering her wiggling fingers back down to it. “This spot should do just fine!”
“No, please, I ca-aaaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!” Ataru exploded into another burst of laughter as the ticklish sparks returned to Lum’s fingers. Much like before, her digits scribbled and scratched concentrated bursts of tickles across the quivering range of Ataru’s stomach. The electricity flowed through them, sending bolts of tickles spanning outward across the area, tickling with the power of dozens of fingers at once, targeting the ticklish nerves directly. Ataru’s laughter returned in full force, erupting from his throat as his chest pulsed and his body thrash in his binds.
“Ticklish darling, ticklish darling,” Lum chanted playfully. “Tickle, tickle, tickle, my ticklish darling…” Her nails slid easily across the soft fabric of Ataru’s pajama top. The efficiency of the ticklish electricity spilling out of her touch made her rapid, spidering tickles thoroughly reach within. Wherever Lum touched, explosions of tingling tickles surged throughout the area of Ataru’s ticklish belly. The boy screamed with laughter, making him wonder if his parents, or even any annoyed neighbors, would be the ones to save him from such a scene. He pulled at his binds, still unable to get himself free. His best hope lay in him sweating enough for him to simply slip his hands right through the knotted loops, but such a solution was still many torturous minutes from being applicable.
“Gaaaaahahahahahahahahahaa!! Laaaahahahahahahaammmm!! Stahahahahap!!!” Ataru begged through his laughter. His body squirmed and bucked beneath Lum’s electric touch. His face contorted with his hysterical, ticklish laughter. The tickles poured through his belly, flourishing out to reach every ticklish nerve surrounding Lum’s rapid, scribbling touch. They spanned outward to Ataru’s sides and even up to his ribs. They centered on his belly, blasting concentrated areas with wave after wave of gnawing tickles. Lum dipped a single finger into Ataru’s navel while her other hand continued to swiftly scratch the surrounding circles.
“Oh my, my darling is just so ticklish…” Lum said. “Whatever should I do? I’m having way too much fun to just stop… heeheehee…” She drove the single finger into his belly button, scratching around at the delicate inner walls within. The ticklish shocks resonated from there, attacking the ticklish nerves left unreached while spanning more bolts outward to the rest of Ataru’s belly. With a flourish of both of her hands working at once, Ataru’s stomach became filled with scribbling tickles, each sparking again and again in unstoppable flurries. It felt as if hundreds of fingers had descended upon Ataru’s ticklish belly, all scratching and reaching for his most ticklish spots. The boy screamed through his laughter. His eyes watered, his chest pounded. His cheeks glowed a deep shade of red while his arms and legs still twisted and pulled at their binds.
“Naaahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaaaa!!! Stahahahahp!!! Pleehehahahasse!!!” Ataru squealed. He bucked and shouted, unable to get free or protect himself from the surges of electric tickles pouring through his body. His reactions only fueled Lum’s joy. She laughed along with him, giggling at his facial expressions and eruptions of laughter. She continued tickling for as long as she thought that Ataru could take it, only to reluctantly pull her hands back once he began to gasp.
“Don’t pass out on me now, darling,” Lum said. “We have a whole day of fun ahead!”
“L-Lum, pl-please…” Ataru begged. “I… I can’t…” Lum laughed.
“Of course you can, darling,” she said. “You know I wouldn’t put you in any real danger now. It’s all in good fun!” Ataru savored the peace relief from Lum’s ticklish touch, feeling that it would not last for much longer. Lum hovered sheepishly over Ataru’s body, drifting further downward as he struggled to catch his breath. “Now then… where, oh where, should I tickle now…?”
“N-no, pl-please…” Ataru pleaded lightly through his lurches for air. Being touched all over by Lum was never something that he felt as if he would object to, yet never before did he consider that Lum would be so keen on tickling him. The alien girl smirked as she hovered down at the bottom of the bed, facing both of Ataru’s bound, bare feet.
“How about… here!” Lum said happily, placing her scribbling fingers onto Ataru’s soles. Bright sparks branched from finger to finger as she laid her hands down upon the boy's feet. The ticklish electricity flowed from her touch once again, accompanying her nails as they skittered and scraped up and down both of Ataru’s slender, pale arches. His back arched, lunging off of the bed before collapsing back down. He threw his head back as laughter burst from his throat. The maddening tickles returned in full force, attacking all over each of his ticklish feet in raging concentrations of stimulation.
“Naaaaaaahhhhahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa! Ohhhh gaahahahahahahahahaaa!!!” Ataru screamed. The tickles consumed the nerves throughout his feet. They attacked and devoured as many as her frantically sparking bolts could reach. Hundreds of tickling scratches feasted on Ataru’s soles from the inside while Lum’s fingers scribbled up and down both soles with mindless disregard to the tickles commanding his senses. Lum smiled innocently while her fingers lapped and scratched away at the boy’s soles while they flailed in their binds.
“Laugh for me, darling!” Lum said. “I just love listening to it! Coochie coochie coo!” Her touch playfully toyed with Ataru’s ticklish soles, using the minute application of her powers to amplify Ataru’s reception. Each tickle came through so clearly and more devastating than any he had ever felt before. The electrical surges painted tingles across his soles that not only sensitized, but continued to tickle on their own. Dozens of scribbling bolts per second made short work of making the boy’s feet as ticklish as possible. All the while, Lum’s personal touch served to exploit that sensitivity with a merciless approach to the torturous playtime.
“Staaaaaaaahahahahahahahahahaap!!” Ataru begged with tears in his eyes. “Gaaahahahaha!! I’m saaaahahahahahaaaaooo ticklish!!!” The young man bucked and twisted against the bed, still unable to pull his arms or legs free from the binds wrapped around them. His chest heaved, his head thrown back with each bout of screaming laughter. The tickles were concentrated entirely on his feet, but still managed to command the rest of his body with wild flailing and tensing muscles throughout. Lum giggled. She relaxed as she floated at the foot of the bed, finding stroking her fingertips across the soft, warm regions of Ataru’s soles to be a soothing experience.
“You’re so funny, darling,” said Lum. “This is just your punishment for being such a dirty boy. All day long tickles! Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Her fingers traced up and down both of his creamy, smooth arches. They scratched down at his heels and skittered wildly at the balls of his feet. She worked her electrifying touch up to his toes, letting the mischievous bolts course from digit to digit as she toyed mindlessly with each little ticklish toe. She smiled as she watched the squirm, playing with them as they danced for her. While they could occasionally evade Lum’s fingers, Ataru’s lively, ticklish toes remained easy targets for the tickling bolts surging through them, attacking every ticklish nerve within every ticklish digit.
“Maaaaaaaahhhahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!!! Stahahahahaaaap!! Nahahahahahaat the toessss!!” Ataru cried. The boy bounced against the bed, his laughter spilling from his lips with gasping tones of total desperation. His feet were cloaked in Lum’s ticklish touch. With the slightest of efforts, Lum was able to render his bound, ticklish body totally helpless to the tormenting sensations, almost more so than with her normal, regularly painful electrical surges. The tickles wore down the boy’s energy and mindful constitution. His screaming laughter bellowed through the room, spilling out into the rest of the house and outside through the open window. Lum simply hummed happily as she toyed with the boy’s feet. She helped herself to each of Ataru’s ticklish spots, riddling the ticklish nerves within with sensations that left Ataru wailing with mad laughter. After a few more minutes of being in her own head, of amusing herself with Ataru’s ticklish suffering, she finally pulled back once more.
“Heehee, oh darling, I never knew you were this ticklish,” Lum said, giggling with cheerful glee. She flew up next to Ataru’s head. He heaved deep, groaning breaths. His body laid limp across his bed. Sweat cloaked his skin as tears had left streaks down his burning cheeks. Lum lovingly caressed his hair out of his face. She came down closer while the boy said nothing, merely fighting to catch his breath. Lum eased in toward the boy’s cheek and gave it a little kiss.
“L… Lum… pl… please…” Ataru heaved.
“Hm?” Lum asked softly. “‘Please’… more? Heehee, you’re so silly, darling. I knew you were still having fun.”
“N-no…, I…” Ataru panted. Sweat dripped down the side of his face. Lum pulled back excitedly, cutting the boy off.
“Think of all the other ways that I can play with you now,” Lum said excitedly. “Oh darling, we’re going to have so much fun, all day long! Now then, where should I tickle next…?”