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Golf Ball: A ticklish Rule follower (BFDIA 18) by AmythestChest, literature
Literature
Golf Ball: A ticklish Rule follower (BFDIA 18)
Golf Ball was strapped down in the yoyle grass. A poorly designed rope tied her legs together and connected her to the walls of the WTF.
"We have some unfinished business to take care of, Bozo" said Bomby who knealt down at her feet. He slowly took off her shoes that revealed her socks. They had signs of wear and tear but nothing too special. Black socks with grey at the toes and heel.
"Hand over that brush, Nickel." Bomby barked, in a joking tone. Nickel spotted it out of his mouth and Bomby patted his head.
Golf Ball became increasingly anxious, blushing hard, but for some reason started to become fond of the idea. She thought her IQ was being drained by the idiot's around her but then she felt her socks being taken off.
The brush rubbed against her soles as Bomby's fingers tickled her small toes.
"Hahahs- W-Wair- Hohohld on!!" She begged as her toes stretched and scrunched. Her smooth soles beingv tickled started to bring her joy however.
"Hahah, Dohohont staaap" she begged.
TPIR Carey MDS Fanfic 3 by GameShowFanFics, literature
Literature
TPIR Carey MDS Fanfic 3
(applause and cheers; million dollar opening theme plays)George Gray: Here it comes, from the Bob Barker Studio at CBS in Hollywood, it’s a very special primetime edition of America's longest running game show! Thousands of prizes, fabulous cars, and millions of dollars can all be won tonight right here on The Price is Right Million Dollar Spectacular!BOBBY MARTIN, COME ON DOWN!
(Bobby runs down to contestants row)ARLE NADJA, COME ON DOWN!
(Arle screams with delight as she runs down to contestants row and hugs Bobby)ZACH GURDLE, COME ON DOWN!
(Zach from The Loud House runs down to contestants row)AND RINGO ANDO, COME ON DOWN!
(Ringo ru...
Krasnaya 19 by Mr-Astounding, literature
Literature
Krasnaya 19
Chapter 19: Playing with Fire
Vale City, Vale.
Jack Plum, a small-time crook with a semblance that let him channel purple beams of energy from his forehead, walked into the First National Bank of Vale with three empty duffle bags tucked under his trenchcoat. Once he spotted the vault, he pulled a pistol from his coat and shot both security guards. Ignoring the civilians and tellers running away in fear, he used the energy from his forehead to melt the vault door and walked inside, unaware of the blonde young woman making her way past the crowd into the bank.
“Oh, what a good boy am I…” Plum chuckled to himself as he began stuffing lien bi...