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Foot Size (Crack M/M)

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Foot Size

By Andrew

Summary: When Jack asks Pit for a favor, a little curiosity lands him in more trouble than he bargained for.
Contains: M/M tickling. SFW.

What happens when the muses of your Tumblr RP blogs get bored? Why, they mess around with each other, of course! :XD:

A short little crack drabble I wrote a year ago. Enjoy! :)


“Heyo, Pit? I need your help.”

It was a bit of an unexpected request, but he’d figured that if anyone would lend a hand, the angel certainly would. He was good with this kind of thing, and he was always willing to aid someone in need. Jack had found the angel sitting in the shade of a large tree, and he’d perched on one of the boughs above him when he asked that question.

“Jack? What is it?” asked Pit.

“You know how you’re good with measurement? I need to know the size of my feet.”

Pit blinked in surprise. “You don’t know that? Uh…”

“I never really bothered to use a ruler,” Jack laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nobody really thought to give me one.”

“I would…” The angel smiled uncomfortably, wondering where to begin with this. “Why would you want to know your foot size, anyway?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure someone’s gonna ask eventually. So why not find out the answer for myself?”

“Yeah, but I don’t usually use a direct measurement… Proportions vary from person to person. Look at me, for example! I’m five-foot-three, and I’ve got a size thirteen!” The angel wiggled his toes idly, having kicked off his sandals and laid them down next to him.

“So, how do you know that? You made a measurement or something?”

“Just come on down and I’ll show you! Don’t worry, I won’t bite!”

He laughed, hopping down and landing next to him. The angel was sketching something in a book he was holding, using a quill fashioned from one of his own feathers.

“What are you drawing?” asked Jack, reaching for the sketchbook.

Pit looked at him in surprise, yanking the book out of the winter spirit’s reach. “Uh, nothing! And please don’t touch my work, it’s - h-hey!”

Jack had frozen his forearm in a delicate pillar of ice and taken the book from him. “Hmmm, interesting… You and Link… kissing?”

Pit pulled his hand loose, the ice crust breaking into little crystal shards, and snatched the book from him again, blushing hard. “Why you little - !” Then he grinned, and said, “You know what? You wanted me to measure the size of your feet, right? Well, I’ll be happy to help! GIMME THOSE!”

The white-haired immortal squealed in excitement and tried to pull his feet away, but Pit had lunged for them a mere second before he’d started moving. Jack felt the angel’s large hands clamp around his ankles, and then his feet were pulled towards him. Pit promptly sat up, cross-legged, and held Jack’s feet in his lap, twirling the feather-quill mischievously.

Jack burst out giggling even before Pit had touched him. “Y-you wouldn’t!”

“Aw, c'mon! It’s just a measurement! It won’t hurt a bit…” With that, he swished the feather upon Jack’s left sole, tracing the entire length from heel to toe and back down again.

Jack burst out laughing immediately. “I-I knohohohow! B-but it tickles! It ticklehehehes!!

“Oh, wow… I never knew you were so ticklish from just ONE feather!” Pit cooed, waving the feather in a wavy path back down Jack’s foot. “Looks like I’m gonna be spending quite a while ‘measuring’ you…”

“A whihihihile?!”

“Oh, what’s this? Do the bases of your toes look as soft as I think they are? Like freshly fallen snow?”

“W-wait - what are you - N-NO NONONO DOHOHOHON’T AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Pit had pulled back the toes of Jack’s right foot, exposing the bases and stems, and he was now using the pointed tip of the feather quill to lightly scratch across the base of each toe, one by one.

Jack was beside himself with laughter, but he couldn’t pull away. His feet had to be measured, and he didn’t want to leave empty-handed. He threw back his head and let out a peal of hysterics as Pit scribbled the quill tip oh-so-lightly across his taut arch, tracing the hyper-ticklish skin stretched over the immobile, rigid tendon.

The angel then set the quill aside and used his fingers to tease Jack’s arch, and swished his wing feathers over the ball of his foot as well. Jack cried out in surprise and then began laughing so hard, he could barely speak.

“This is SO much fun,” Pit laughed after a full minute of this, giving Jack a moment to breathe. Then he remembered something. “Hey, what were you asking me about, again?”

“Y-you wanted… to m-measure my feet,” the white-haired boy panted, still gasping for breath.

“Hmmm, y'know what? I’ll need to measure your body proportions for this one! Now, lie down and hold still, will you, Frosty?”

Jack instantly did so, already giggling again. Pit reached under his knee and tickled the hollow behind it, his nails sending high-voltage jolts through Jack’s nervous system even through the fabric of his pants.

“Going by ankle to knee length, your shins are apparently twice as long as your feet,” said Pit. “And moving right along, your thighs and shins are about the same length!”

Jack squealed and tried to squirm away as he felt Pit’s fingers squeezing his thighs. “H-HELP! NOHOHOHO, DOHOHON’T HAHAHA S-STOHOHOP IT TICKLES IT TICKLESSSS HAHAHA!”

“Don’t stop? All right! Moving on!”

A moment later, Jack felt Pit’s fingers move up to his hips, closing the distance with his defenseless tummy. “WAIT I-I DIDN’T MEAN THAHAHAHAHAT!!” he wailed, pounding his fists against the grass.

Pit paused again, ruffling his friend’s hair. “Okay, see where I’m going with this?” he said.

“Yeah, just… Just lemme relax for a bit,” Jack replied breathlessly. “It’s just… You took me by surprise, there! I just wanted to answer a question…”

“And look at my sketchbook?” Pit asked cheekily. “You owe me an apology, y'know!”

Jack shrugged. “Nope. No regrets.”

The evil grin on the angel’s face would’ve made Pittoo proud. “All right, then. You asked for it!”

Jack gave him a confused look, and let out a yell of surprise when the angel blew a powerful raspberry in his belly. “AAAAAAAAAHAHAHA PIHIHIHIT! CUT IT OHOHOHOUT!!!”

Pit laughed, sitting back up, and started playing Jack’s ribs like a piano. “Moving right along, your torso is the same length as your legs,” he noted, heedless of the spirit’s hysterics. “And an extra head-height brings it to… just a little bit over six foot-lengths! How tall are you, Jack?”

“HAHAHAHA STOP IT STAHAHAHAHAP PLEEHHEHEHEHEHEASE! I’LL TELL ANYTHING I’M FIVE-FOOT-EIGHT JUST STOP IT! STAHAHAHAP!”

“I won’t stop until you say sorry for trying to steal my sketchbook! Tickle tickle, Frosty!”

“DOHOHOHOHON’T CAHAHALL MEHEHE FROHOHOSTEHEHEHEHEHEE!!!”

“Wait, five-foot-eight? That’s the height I need! And that brings me to the final calculation…”

Pit stopped tickling him at this point, stood up, and walked back to Jack’s ankles. “You want an answer or no?”

“Yes, PLEASE! Just… uh… well…” His pale cheeks seemed to turn normal-colored for a moment. “Just… be careful, okay? And try not to overdo it!”

“Wait, you LIKE this?”

“You ambushed me! But otherwise, yes. Sort of.”

“All right, then!” The angel sat on Jack’s lower legs, pulled both of his big toes back with one hand, and wiggled his fingers in anticipation. “So, five-foot-eight corresponds to… Sixty-eight inches, right?”

“Uh… Yes?”

“And you’re six-and-a-half foot-lengths tall, right?”

He gulped. “Yes…”

“Then sixty-eight divided by six-point-five equals about… 10.5 inches. What size is that?”

Jack’s eyes widened, and he could almost FEEL Pit’s fingernails moving closer and closer. “S-size n-nine and a h-half. Men’s! I th-think?”

Beat. “Okay, then!”

It happened so fast that Jack had no time to respond. Pit’s fingernails caressing the balls of his feet and the bases of his toes sent lightning bolts up his legs and spine. He let out a loud scream which dissolved into uncontrollable laughter, lying helplessly upon the grass.

“AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH NOHOHOHOHOHO NONONONO NOOOOO MY POOR TOHOHOHOES I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT HAHAHAHA…!”

“Coochie cooooo! You can’t escape, you little tender-footed sneakity sneak!”

Pit now ran his feather quill between Jack’s toes, and lightly teased the pad of his big toe. If he didn’t lose it before then, he did now.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAHAY! UNCLE! I’M S-SOHOHOHORRY! I WAS JUST CURIOUS P-PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!…”

Miraculously, the sensations stopped, and the weight left his ankles. Next moment, Pit was lying down next to him, his hands behind his head.

“Size nine and a half… Wow, your feet are tiny compared to mine!”

Jack couldn’t help himself. He poked his friend’s exposed armpit, wiggling his cold fingertip into the soft hollow. “I’m gonna get you back for this, you know that?” he teased.

Pit instantly burst out laughing and curled up into a tight, quivering ball. “J-Jack! That was m-mean! At least TELL me when you wanna tickle me back!”

“Don’t worry, I will. I just wanted you to know how I feel when you do that to me!” he laughed, sitting up. “Anyway, thanks for your help. That was fun! And informative, too.”

The angel gave him a mirthful grin. “Anytime, Frosty! Lemme know if you need any more help.”

Jack smiled back, though his toes still tingled a little. “Duly noted!” he replied. “But next time you measure someone’s feet, just use a ruler.”

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superdes513's avatar
Nice story. I would love to tickle Pit too.