B.Breaking news

“We interrupt our schedule to deliver a special coverage on an event without precedent that’s taking place at this moment!” Spoke a voice overflowing with irony in each word uttered. “We have a direct connection with our correspondent covering the happening. Can you give our viewers at B.B. Channel a briefing on the situation, special reporter?”
A duet of purple eyes followed the enactment opposite to them, making a mixture of incredulity, entreaty and concern perceivable. They changed focus from the brunet boy clad in white clothes, to the bewitching, in the most literal sense of the concept, figure beside him. The one to blame for those eye’s owner lack of freedom.
“Here’s everybody’s favourite Caster, Medea, in the peak of the scene to give you the latest news” Said the mature voice of the witch whose features were invisible under a purple cloak. “Is seems our lovely host, cute little B.B. has gooooten into a situation that will surely not tickle her fancy!”
The woman passed a wooden spoon she was using as a pretended microphone to her companion in crime. If B.B. had though it was entertaining to tease him and his female counterpart, she was having second thoughts. Perhaps it was true what they say: ‘you reap what you saw’.
“It certainly looks that way. See how powerless B.B. is, trapped in these stocks. Whatever happened to her shoes and nylons, I wonder?” The boy exclaimed exaggeratedly. As if the three of them did not know: he had wasted a command seal in order to force the bound girl into baring her legs and putting herself in that undesired situation by her own volition.
“Truly a mystery, Master, I mean, fellow reporter” Corrected the one called Medea after a brief slip in her mind. “But what will become now of B.B.?”
That was an interesting question. Part of the aforementioned wanted to know what was going to happen to her. However, the other did not look forward to it, considering the thoughtfulness put into leaving the soles of her feet as vulnerable as possible. Try as she might she could not move her ankles not even an inch. They were strangely close one to another and the skin in her soles tingled at how accessible they were.
“It’s time to see the class of Servant B.B is. She has abilities that exceed human beings. But our main attraction will surely tickle her funny bone.” Explained the young Master. The girl in bondage had a strange omen passing her mind: there was far more mention to the word ‘tickling’ than she would like in her current circumstances.
“It can’t be that.” She thought, forcing her brain to ignore the nervous tingling signal coming from her feet. “They are just messing with me. Nobody would be that silly… Wouldn’t they?”
“I can’t wait to hear B.B’s laughter. I’m sure it’s as cute as she is right now: immobilised and wondering what will happen next…” Said Medea. From under the hood in her cloak, B.B saw a nefarious lustful spark from eyes aimed at her. At the white enticing soles of her feet. She curled her toes involuntarily and a wicked smile appeared in the wicked woman’s lips.
“You will in no time. Shall we move to the main event: the new and improved B.B slots?” The sooner the boy articulated these words, Medea’s lips produced a low hum that could only be described as a magical chant, just exactly as she did when she summoned the same skeleton hands holding B.B’s arms in place.
One of the talents this servant had was the materialization and creation of items. In a matter of seconds, Medea made a slot machine appear out of thin air.
“Wow, you outdid yourself this time, Caster! The stocks are also very good.” Complimented the Master. His interlocutor took the praise with a slight blush on her cheeks.
“This is nothing, young Master. I was inspired by the little game you suggested and it’s always a pleasure to help bring a smile to beautiful young girls. And I made those stocks some time ago. So it’s not a problem to use them now.” Declared the woman, removing the hood to reveal a visage many could consider nothing but charming. “Even if it’s not for little Artoria or any of the other girls that look like her…” She added in a low murmur.
None of this mattered for B.B. The imprisoned girl felt her forehead being filled with sweat.
“This joke has come a bit too far… Can’t we talk about this, MA-S-TER?” She said in her most convincing voice, which translated in a sweet squeal-like utterance quite adorable to the ear.
“I’m afraid not, B.B. You are going to try firsthand these new slots Caster did just for you.” Declared the Master firmly.
“Is this really necessary?” B.B. had all the right to be hesitant, for all the slots she could see had a terrible aspect in common: all showed eerie symbols of procedures that could be done to feet. And to soles as trapped as her, it would lead to an uncomfortable situation she was not eager to go through.
“Yup, maybe next time you pull out an event you’ll try to make things less annoying for others. Sit back and try to gather of all your strength, you are going to need it. Coz someone is about to geeeet tickled on her feet!” The Master sealed the girl’s destiny by gesturing to Medea.
“Ticklish B.B. slots start spinning… now!” Said the witch with a glee B.B. did not share. The more the thing spun, the less she wanted to be there. She saw symbols implying her feet would be touched, brushed, nibbled and licked among other things. All of them, without the possibility to move away, would make her go crazy.
Simultaneously with B.B.’s heartbeat stopping, so did the slots. It displayed three feathers placed in a straight line.
“You get a 100% buff on feathers!” Said the Master enthusiastically.
“A 100%? How does that even work? Besides, there’s no need to…” The girl tried to reason with her captors, until a feather appeared in her field of vision. She stared at it intensely.
“These slots are as rigged as yours. Expect to get all of the buffs we have planned.” Announced the Master unpromisingly. Next to him, Medea held a similar feather at examined it attentively, until an approving glint appeared in her eyes.
“I wonder if your class is weak against a Servant from the ‘Tickler’ class. Master, could you please summon next time as such? But only if you let me use my skills on cute girls.” Suggested the witch evilly.

Not far from there, at the entrance of the room that soon got filled with the desperate laughter of B.B., two Servants, both clad in red, yet one belonging to the class Saber and the other to Archer, observed the scene unsure of what to make of it.
“In what kind of mundane task is Praetor occupied with, nameless Archer?” Asked one blonde girl remembered in history ironically as a despotic tyrant.
“I wouldn’t get too involved in it if I were you. I’m starting to get the feeling this is becoming a regular situation.” Tiredly replied the hero with no name, Archer.
“I fail to understand you.” Replied the girl glancing with demanding demeanours.
“Easy. I think there are strange forces at work altering reality. They all try to converge in the same thing: to have female Servants tickled.” Strange words Arched said with a straight face. “If you don’t want to end up like her, be on your guard, Nero.”
“Your kind preoccupation is moving, but unnecessary; for I am familiar with such scenario. Under my reign, I had criminals and war prisoners submitted to a similar torture, yet different in the fact that I issued instruction to have their feet coated in brine to later allow all short of beast to feast on them. Orders I issued without the least of faltering. You are allowed to praise me for my humanitarian consideration. Because custom would have them being whipped publicly, just to name one painful option.”
“How thoughtful of you.” Commented Archer with a sardonic smile.
“I detect disbelief in your voice, nameless Archer. I should inform you that not only it appeared to me as a bearable punishment, but I was also considering rewarding my vassal into allowing them to see me sharing that fate.” Archer raised an eyebrow at how Nero puffed her generous chest as she spoke.
“In what way letting some animal lick your feet is a reward for anyone?” Asked the man, unsure of wanting to know the answer.
“Why of course, my voice! Being granted the chance to hear my beautiful laughter is a blessing in itself. Not like the girl Praetor is tormenting, her guffaws pale with what tones I’m capable to obtain!” Archer decided not to comment. Instead, he focused his eyes into the slot machine that spun anew. He did not see what it showed, yet judging from B.B.’s reaction, it was something the girl did not want to experience on the soles of the feet that were turning red from exhaustion.
“And she’s only been there for a few minutes. At this rate she’s going to last less than Mordred last summer.” Thought Archer.

Is this a commission, a request? No! Just another one of my sudden urges. And this is a peculiar one, because here we have B.B. from "Fate/Extra C.C.C" and "Fate/Grand Order" about to get tickled. Why is this peculiar? Because I haven't played the first game and my Japanese isn't good enough to understand what was going on in the event that it's still taking place at the later. I do like SaKura from the original VN, but in normal circumstances I wouldn't focus my attention on a version of hers. Then why did I draw her? Because the event got really hard/annoying at times, mostly because of her and some new mechanics. And let's not talk about the boss fights against some new classes. Truly a test on nerves.
Someone had to pay for that, right?

B.B. and all of the character mentioned are copyrighted by Type-Moon

Funfacts:
-Doing this was truly a whim, because I was like "Why not?" and before I could notice, I was already drawing this...
-...Which helped me disconnect from something special I can't talk about that I'm working on.
-Have you noticed? Another Fate story which has both Archer and Medea around, I don't think I can't work with that franchise without mentioning them...
-...but you got to admit that since what Medea did on Unlimited Blade Works to Saber, she got her throne as the queen of ticklers, at least in that franchise.
-I had to take a screenshot at the game to be able to draw the banner for B.B. channel.
-I added a few shades, because I though the picture would look a bit bland without them.
-But the event doesn't need to be all downsides. I got this barefooted wolfgirl cutie m.imgur.com/a/yBcXC