10/22/2025 EDIT: As pointed out by my commissioner, Weiss' lower dress colors are incorrect, and she doesn't wear leggings at any point or in any of her outfits. These changes have now been rectified.
10/16/2025 EDIT: Okay, one last LAST fix - Weiss's inner dress should be white, not red! Should be good now otherwise!
DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN BOTH THIS ARTWORK AND THE BELOW STORY EXCERPT IT PORTRAYS ARE 18+. The scenario portrayed is dated by associated literature to at least one year after the events of Volume 9, wherein the youngest character depicted (Ruby Rose) was 17 years old. Therefore, she will have turned 18 by the time this scene takes place.
“Laugh and beg all you want, but you four are going nowhere fast,” Winter replied smugly as she continued dragging the bristles of her brushes against the toes of Ruby’s left foot and the lower sole of Weiss’s right. “Besides, one of you did take her sweet time humiliating me, so I certainly have more than enough time to pay all of you back.”
Ruby bucked and twisted in her seat, secretly enjoying the tickling she was receiving but clearly concerned for the rest of her team. “YAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! L-LEHEHEHEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND’S FEET ALOHOHOHOOOONE! T-TICKLE ME INSTEHEHEHEHEAD!”
But Winter was unmoved, now angling the brush in her right hand such that just the edge of its bristle array was sawing at Weiss’s right sole, the wiry filaments oh-so-lightly scraping against its mole in particular with dreadful accuracy. “Seriously… You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this since last week — especially after what you put me through, dear sister.”
Powerless to stop her death spot being targeted, Weiss could only throw her head skyward and scream at the top of her lungs. “AIIEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHHHHH! NOT THE MOLE, NAHAHAHAHAT THE MOHOHOHOHOOOOLE!!!”
As for Blake and Yang, they were doing no better than the other couple, the former yowling in distress as the brush wreaked havoc on the ball of her left foot. “REEEOOHOHOHOHOOWWW! M-MOM, NOT THAHAHAHAT, PLEEEHEHEHEHEEEEASE! MEEEUUUHUHUHUHUUU!!!”
“Sorry, girls! You all wanted a good laugh, didn’t you?” Kali replied, dragging her brushes in slow, torturous circles around the most ticklish spots of the two girls at her tender mercy. “Well, congratulations — you’re getting one~!”
If only the one who’d kicked off Kali’s dinnertime distraction was in any state to make a snappy reply. As it was, though, Yang could only howl in ticklish agony from the bristles dragging along her hypersensitive right arch. “GAAAAAAHAHAHAHHH! OHOHOHOHOHHH GAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAWWWWD, NOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!!!”
And on and on it went, to the ticklish dismay of all four cackling captives. Their desperate pleas were completely disregarded by the two women playing merry hell with their sensitive foot bottoms, and not a single square inch of space upon all eight soles was spared. The brushes were dreadfully effective at covering the most open areas of the feet in question, but Winter soon realized that other tools would be needed for targeting specific tickle spots with much greater precision. Luckily, she’d made sure to bring all the right tools for the job.
Ruby squealed as the business end of a feather duster fluttered against the pads and stems of her bubble-like toes and teased at the spaces between.
Weiss cackled as her sole mole was incessantly stimulated by a cotton swab tracing a tiny, deliberate circle around and around it.
Blake yowled as a fluffy cat toy played with the plush balls of her paws, swishing back and forth from one sole to the other like a feline tail.
And Yang shrieked as the blunt little hook of a wooden ear cleaner dug into the deepest hollow of one of her taut arches with crisscrossing scratches, before switching to the other one, and then back again.
Five, maybe ten minutes of this passed (though to the girls it seemed like it had gone forever) before the two grown-ups agreed to switch targets. The differences in their tickling techniques were quite noticeable, all four of the girls realized: Kali’s style was gentler, more playful, and almost affectionate, but still unbearable, while Winter’s ruthless, clinical focus on her victims’ most sensitive spots was pure torture. At one point, Kali started licking Ruby’s toes like a mother cat grooming her progeny, turning her squeaks and chortles into wails of hysterical agony — Yang hadn’t been kidding when she’d recounted once how cat Faunus tongues have this rasping feel to them that’s especially effective for lick-tickling! And speaking of Yang, she was now wishing to return to Kali’s earpick and tongue, for Winter was at that moment wielding an electric toothbrush to lethal effect, pressing its spinning bristles against the hollow of the blonde’s arch and making her scream so loudly that the noise could almost be heard from the outside of the house!
And all the while, Winter realized, something was stirring within her, a strange sort of feeling welling up inside whose nature she had never, ever expected. Was it just her, or was she starting to like doing all of this? Was she really starting to crave that delicious feeling of her nails and tickle tools gliding over the feet of her victims, or their mellifluous peals of uncontrollable laughter? No, that couldn’t be possible. But come to think of it, during the few times when she’d seen this method of punishment or interrogation, briefly, while she was still in Atlas’ military, it hadn’t been distaste or contempt that had led her to purposely ignore the sight of it, like she’d thought back then, but something else altogether. She’d never been able to place that odd feeling until now, but it had dawned on her only tonight that she’d in fact averted her gaze because some small part of her was warning her that had she instead started staring, she wouldn’t have had it in her to look away…
Aaaaaaand it's done! It's finally DONE! This is quite possibly THE biggest finished artwork I've done yet, requiring no less than four sheets of paper to get everything sketched and a TON of cleanup and effect work besides! As noted previously, this is one of two scenes from a very big RWBY story I wrote for the benefactor who commissioned this piece, "Winter Is Coming (Apart At The Seams)" - what with that story being over 19K words in length, it's only fitting that this pic would be just as ridiculously huge and I haven't even gotten to the second scene yet! That one should be a bit easier to make since it's just two ticklees in it but it's gonna take a while for me to finish it anyway due to my ongoing job search, though hopefully I should be able to finish it by the end of this month, and then I can get to a special little bonus pic and shorter story to tie into the both of them before the end of the year. For now, though, hope you enjoy this one as much as I did creating it!
This picture took over five months to make, in between everything else I got up to in the meantime, but I'm glad to have finally finished it - and in spite of everything, I look forward to working on the sequel all the same! Again, let's hope it won't take quite as long to complete... 😅
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High-resolution artwork
A version of the above without dialogue
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-Skaea