A Charizard's tickle torture

    It was a dark, cloudy day in the Sinnoh region as a 13 year old anthro Charizard was sitting in her house, reading a book on the chouch in her family's living room.  The Charzard, named Jane, was wearing an orange t-shirt, blue jeans, and yellow flip-flops.  Both her parents were at work, meaning she was stuck in the house with her little brother untill they came home.
   She flipped a page and sighed.  "I wish I could go out and do something today, but i'm stuck here," she said to herself.  "Oh well, at least I have something to do, and my borther's up in his...," but she was stopped short as a voice across the room said, "Jane, you down here?"
   An 9 year old Charmander walked over to her.  The boy, name Chris, was wearing a brown t-shirt, blue jeans, and white socks.  "Jane, i'm getting bored, can't we do something together?" he asked.  
   Jane looked up from her book and sighed, knowing he wouldn't go away untill they did something together.  "Alright, what do you wanna do?" she asked.
   Chris started thinking, looking around the room, then suddenly, his eyes stopped on her feet, which were resting on one of the arms of the chouch.  He knew for a fact the Jane was ticklish, on account of the numerous tickle fights the two used to have when they were younger.  That's when he got an idea.  "Alright, I know what we can do, but you have to close your eyes first," he told her.  As she did so, he went over to the hall closet and pulled out some rope.  He went over to her and tied her ankles together.  Next, he tied her hands behind her back to be safe.  "Ok, open them," he said smiling.
   Jane opened her eyes and was shocked to find her hands and feet tied up.  "Chris, what on earth are you doing!?" she asked.
   "Oh Jane, don't tell me you don't rember what we used to do when we were younger," he said as he took out a feather.
   She went wide-eyed at the sight and looked at him.  "Chris, please don't, not the that!" she begged.
   However, he simply took off her flip-flops, showing her bare feet with orange nail polish on her toe nails.  He then stroked the feather across her heel's, making her giggle madly.
   "Chrihihihihihihihis, stahahahahahahap!" she giggled.  But he kept going, now storking her arches, making her laugh harder.  After a few minutes, he took out another feather and stroked both her arches, making her lose it.  "PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP CHRIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIS!!!!!!!!!!!!" she laughed loudly.
   "Why, i'm finally having fun," he said as he went faster, getting the balls of her feet.
   "IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHI'M NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT!!!!!!!!!" she laughed loudly.  Jane had forgotten just how ticklish her feet were, an now her brother was tickle torturing her, and  she couldn't do anything.  
   Just then, he tickled her toes, making her squeal.  Knowing he found her hot spot, he went all out on her toes, making Jane go mad with laughter, tears forming in her eyes.  After about ten minutes, he started to saw the feathers between her toes, causing her to go into silent laughter, the tears streaming down her face.  A few minutes later, he could tell she had enough, and stoped tickling her.
   Jane phanted heavily, releaved that the torture was over.  "Jane, i'm sorry I did that, but I did have fun.  I hope your not to mad," Chris said as he untied her.
   "It's alright Chris.  But, who say's I won't get you back?" she said smirking at him.  Chris got a worried look on his face and raced back upstairs.  Jane giggled as she went back to her book.