Tickle Tiger Style Revenge (Cruel Version)

Tiger Style 2 Revengeance (Cruel Version)

“Ryan? Is that you?”
The white tiger recognized the voice and turned away from the cafe’s counter, looking for the source of the greeting.
“Hey, it’s me!” a golden tiger waved from one of the tables behind him.
“Urgh.” Ryan grumbled under his breath.
Zack. His old sensei. Ryan thought he’d never have to see him again.
“Come over here! Let’s catch up.” He wore his usual cocky smile.
Ryan relented and brought his coffee up to the table, sitting down opposite to his previous master.
“What are you doing around here? I hadn’t seen you in so long.” The older tiger eagerly asked, laying his forearms on the table for support.
“My dojo is up there, around the corner. And what are YOU doing here, trying to get some converts?”
Zack laughed “Ha! No. I have a new dojo, the rent is cheaper. It’s a block from here, this is the nearest café.” He looked around the place, then back to his ex-student “Unless I can get a convert…?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Never.” He spat out “No offense or anything, but I’m much better where I’m at.”
“Oh? And what might that be?”
Ryan couldn’t tell whether the golden tiger was disappointed or mocking, but he answered anyway.
“Snake Sai, with master Hebi.”
“Oh, I know who he is. Aren’t his methods a little…” he scootched up a little closer “…violent? I hear some of his students got banned from competitions?”
“Some did.” Ryan admitted bluntly “But then, there are always bad apples. If you’re trying to hint at something, no. I don’t get banned from tournaments, I win them.”
“Oh no, I didn’t mean anything by that.” He glared at his former student “I just wanted to know how you were doing. We missed you back at the dojo. Your friends asked for you.”
“Did you tell them what I told you? That I was leaving because you’re a slow-ass teacher?”
“Now, let’s not be rude.” The sensei tried to calm the conversation, still keeping his glare fixed on the younger tiger “I thaught you plenty, you were just always in a hurry. Your rush distracted you.”
“Is that why you resorted to tickling?”
The golden tiger looked down and shook his head.
“You’re still mad about that.”
“It was torture!” Ryan was outraged “What the hell was it about?!”
“You goofed off. And tickling you was a good way to get you to pay attention. Besides, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad…!?!” the white tiger looked like he could turn red at any moment. Then, he quickly calmed down “Fine. You think your methods are so superior?” The sensei nodded “How about I show you just how much I’ve improved then?” he challenged.
“Oh, uh…” Zack’s eyes trailed down to the table “I don’t think…” for the first time, he frowned.
“Not confident in your abilities? I understand.” Ryan stretched back in his chair, victorious.
“No, but… Fine. How’s tomorrow for you?”
“What’s the problem with today?”
“Well, I have classes. And so do you.”
“Not at night.” Ryan gave a cocky smile.
“… as long as you’re not too tired.” He relented.
“Your gym, 9 P.M. Sounds good?”
Zack nodded and wrote the directions on a piece of paper. The two said their goodbye and left the café, thinking about their encounter that night.

“So, this is it?” Ryan said as he walked through the doors “It’s fancier than your old one.” He commented, mentally comparing it to the one he had frequented three years before, back when he was eighteen.
“Uhm? Oh, you’re here!” the master said from the training area, where he was storing some of the polearms they had used during practice.
He rushed to greet the white tiger. Ryan dropped his duffel bag and backpack right there in the lobby and threw his leather jacket over the counter, turning to face the sensei.
“So, where can I change?”
Quickly eyeing the mess, Zack pushed past the annoyance and pointed towards the changing rooms.
“Down the hall, on the right.”
The white tiger picked up the duffel bag and followed the instruction, getting out of sight.
Zack sighed and returned to the training area, where he picked up four red mats and made a square with them. Their arena.
As he saw Ryan come back, he warned “Could you wipe your feet on the rug? Just to keep the place a little cleaner.”
Ryan looked down at the rug, then at his feet. He lifted his sole, the dirt from the sidewalks contrasting with the whiteness of his fur. Then, looking straight ahead, he walked over the rug and proceeded up to the mats.
Zack sighed.
“Isn’t that a little on the evil side?” he commented.
“What is?” the young tiger challenged.
“Your gi.” The master pointed out “Black with red lines. Very Darth Vader.”
“Hope you’re not scared.” Ryan smiled, climbing on to the mats and sitting on his ankles.
They stared at each other for a few second, the tension rising.
“…….shall we?”
Zack nodded and stood, bowing before the student.
While he had his eyes closed, Ryan gave a half-bow, never taking his eyes off of his opponent.
They got into position and threw themselves at each other.
They brawled and scrapped and fought for dominance, pushing and pulling against each other, grappling into standstills. Punches were blocked and kicks were dodged. White clashed with gold, sweat covering their faces.
“Grrff, pff. Just.. give up, kitten!”
“Grrumpff, after you, grrr, old man!”
Staring at each other, their wills fought as hard as their bodies.
And then it happened.
The sensei saw an opening and tried to strike Ryan’s chest with both palms. It was a mistake. The younger tiger reacted quickly, grabbing the master’s wrists, opening his arms and pulling him towards himself, before kicking his left knee with all his might.
“AAAAAGGGGHHH!!” a few tears ran down his muzzle as he fell to the ground on his side.”Oooff!” all he managed to do was grab onto his knee, staying in a fetal position.
The vicious white tiger didn’t waste any time, immediately sitting on top of the fallen teacher’s hip. And then, to Zack’s shock, he began to prod at his stomach.
“He-he-ehy, ah-ah-ow! What’re you dohohohing?”
“You know perfectly well what I’m doing. Revenge.”
And with that he grabbed the sensei’s sleeves in one hand and pulled his arms taunt over his head, twisting his body so that he could sit on his stomach.
“See, when you hesitated to accept my challenge, I noticed you looked down during our chat. And when you got up, you avoided the table. You went just a bit too back, you see?” he explained, as he pulled on the gi’s front, the blue cloth revealing Zack’s furred chest.”I knew there was something wrong with your leg. And during the fight I got enough proof.” His nails slowly tracing over Zack’s chest, teasing the tiger until they were contacting the fur right below the pit.
“Nononononononono…” Zack repeated like a mantra, eyes closed shut and his mouth starting to show inklings of a smile. He was too tired and distracted to pull his arms down, and with one leg currently in pain he couldn’t even shake Ryan off.
“Yes. Tickling isn’t that bad, is it? Guess you can take this then.”
And with that he started scribbling his nails all over the sensitive hollow, making Zack scream and squeal in ticklishness.
“Eeeheeheehee! Nahaahaahaa! Pleheeheehease stahahahaha!”
Ryan moved his hand from one armpit to the other, not letting the Zack rest or get used to the feeling. He tickled up and down, to the sides, made spirals inside the defenceless area… Ocasionally, he’d use his nails to tease his neck, earning a torrent of giggling from his victim each time.
“Pfffhahahaha, don’t, thahat tihihihickles!”
Wanting different reactions, Ryan went further down, tickling the top of his abs, poking and scratching on the trembling skin. He followed the bottom of the ribs, always wiggling his fingers, then decided on making circular patterns with nothing but the pads on his fingers all around the ribcage.
“Let’s see how many ribs you have. Did you break any of them? One *wiggle* two *wiggle* three..”
“STAHAHAHAP!! NO MOHOHOHORE!”
“Gitchy gitchy gitchy, who’s a ticklish little kitten?” Ryan smiled mischievously.
Fighting with all his might, Zack managed to pull his sleeves out of Ryan’s sweaty hand. But it did him no good, as when he tried to grab the student’s wrists he’d just move them out of the way, poking the master as punishment every time.
Ryan didn’t mind his escape too much, as this allowed him to use both hands to prod all over his ribcage and to flutter his fingertips on both armpits at once. The sensory overload led Zack to start desperately looking for a way out.
“HAhahahaHAHA! GeheHET OFF!”
Bucking for dear life, Zack managed to turn around under his tormentor and tried using both his arms and legs to try to crawl away.
“Oh no you don’t.”
The student grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled himself forward, sitting on his back and trapping him once again. Then as quickly as he could to avoid other escape opportunities, he laid back, grabbed the master’s ankles and pulled them upward, sitting again comfortably, this time with a pair of feet ankle-locked in his armpits.
“Remember this?” Ryan taunted, a victorious smile on his lips.
“Grrrnn, y-yeah. When I first found out…” his voice trailed off.
“After you found my weakness.”
“No. Don’t do this…” the teacher struggled again, but he couldn’t pull himself out of that position, not after expending so much energy.
“You tortured me for a long time.” Zack started lightly scratching his nails over the trapped heels. “You humiliated me! And then you have the audacity to say it wasn’t that bad!”
“Heeheehee, yohoohoou needed to learn ah-ah-a lesson!” his mentor justified, unable to control his mirth.
“Just because I arrived late and missed the first part of the practice? Because you wouldn’t teach me what you taught the others? And then, when I pleaded, decided to show me on a “private lesson”?!”
“Geehehe, no, plehehe-ah-ah-ahase! I conceeheede! Yo-ohou win!”” The desperate tiger buried his head on the mats.
“I won’t accept your concession. I know you were wrong. Now I just want to humiliate you.” His fingers had reached the pads, his fur teasingly brushing its sides. “An all-nighter should be enough!” he cruelly smirked.
“Eee! No.” Zack banged his snout on the mat, like that’d stop him from laughing. He felt like every individual hair was prickling his brown pads, sending jolts up his legs. “You got sh-oohoohll tomorrow. And ha-ha-I have classes!”
“I can skip some classes. And you can tell your students exactly why you’re so tired.” And with those final words he went all out on those pads, scribbling his fingers all over the wide expanse.
“Noooo-hohohohohoh! Stahahahap! I beheheg of youuu!”
Ryan’s fingertips moved ever upwards, and as his thumbs kept rubbing the main pads and the soles, the rest went about poking between the wiggling toes, the sweat slicking their already fast strokes.
“And you’ll beg a lot more before the night his over. I still have a lot of things to do to this pair.”
He started nuzzling the trapped feet, his whiskers wriggling along the arches and poking the ankles, adding a prickly edge to the torment his soles and pads were experiencing.  His expression of contentment contrasted the sensei’s tortured visage, as he kept on rubbing and scritching those defenceless soles.
He took note of the sweat adding to his torture and got an idea. He hung his tongue out and took a long lick, covering the whole sole with his raspy tongue.
“GYAHAHAHAAAA!” the sensei screamed, unable to withstand the ticklish licks.
“Tastes like rubber…” Ryan commented “Eh, it’s for a good cause.” And gave the other sole a lick as well, even longer now, passing his tongue back and forth over the toe pads and giving the underside of the main pad and few more quick, teasing licks, all the while his hand slid over the previously lubricated foot.
“STAHAHAP! I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! NOHHOHOHAHAHAHAHA! No lickhihihIHIHNG!”
The white tiger relished in the torture he was inflicting.
“Ya know, sensei. I might just stop by more often. These after-class lessons ARE pretty good.”
“HAHAHAHahahaHAhahaHA, meheHEHAHArcy! IHAHAHA’ll do aNYThihihig!”
Ryan didn’t care. No one could help the teacher, not for several hours. He was going to keep those soles wet and in tickled all night long. His old teacher couldn’t stop him. And Ryan was having way too much fun with this.