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Dallas walks up to the fortune-tellers tent. His inner skeptic is part of the reason he’s so intrigued by the concept, as he is drawn in by the odd looking symbols on the carpet. He is greeted by a female green crested lizard, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent in front of a traditional looking crystal ball.

She beckons him to sit in front of her.
"I don’t need to use my powersss to work out why you are here! Come in, take a seat. I shall read your palm for a ssmall fee".

Dallas takes a seat and holds out his paw
"So, umm, I’ve never been to one of these places. How much is this going to cost?"

“Oh, you have really never done thisss?”- Dallas shakes his head –“The prices were on the board outside, but as a special offer to you, I will read your left palm for free! To commemorate your fist time, my dotted friend."- she offers with a grin -“What is your name?”

"Ummm… You tell me?"

"Haha, I ssee. A skeptical one, aren’t we? Let me put you at ease by introducing myself. I am Liz, the myssstic, and I have travelled the world foretelling great events such as the rise of the rat cities and the fall of the dragon clans..." she responds as she takes Dallas’ left paw and begins to run her pointy yet delicate looking finger down the middle of his pad.

"PhhhtttHA *cough* *cough*"- the Dalmatian suddenly splutters out as his palm is stroked.

"Ohh, a ticklish one aren’t we, Dallas!”- he only manages to blush –“ It’s a good thing I had a tight grip of your wrist, otherwise I could have lossst my place!"

After a second, Dallas’ eyes widen.

"I didn't tell you my name.”- he stares at her- “ You’re pretty good at this... Um, what else can you see? Will I find true happiness in my life, or am I doomed to failure?"

She starts to run her prickly finger along his palm pad once again but he instinctively jerks back the moment she gets close.

"Aye! Umm, sorry...”- he lowers his ears- “ It’s a little tricky to hold still. I’m a little ticklish, you see."

"Yesss, I had gathered.”- she notes with a sarcastic smile- “ It will be quite tricky to read you thisss way."- a grin fills her devious looking face- "How are you with acupuncture my spotted friend? I may be able to read you better using thisss older technique."

The Dalmatian looks a little confused.
“How are you going to read my palm with acupuncture?”

"Oh, not to read. Just to relax you”- she smiles –“Again, just hold out your paw for me."
She holds his index finger pad in place and quickly pricks it with her needle.

"FFFF-, ouch!... Phew. Is that all you need?"

"Yesss" she says still grinning. "I see you staring up toward the sky in the near future... You will be smiling... Laughing... You are certain to become a part of something great".

His tail begins to wag furiously at the news
"Oh! what else can you tell me? How do I become a part this great thing?"

She closes her eyes and hums out loud before letting his finger go.

Dallas tilts his head looking a little confused as to what he’s expected to do next
"... Oh I get it. This is how you draw people in to pay more for your services...! Well if it’s destined to happen then I don’t really need to know any more and if it does come true Il be sure to come back".
He stands and suddenly he feels dizzy
"Woah! I, err, must have stood up too quickly."
He sits back down as the room begins to pan back before his vision tunnels in.

Dallas blinks and feels weak, so he shakes his head. When his vision re-focuses, he finds himself looking at a ceiling. But this wasn’t the ceiling of the tent!

"Ugghhhhh, I must have fainted from all that excitement or something"-he says out loud expecting a response from Liz... But there is no sound. He moves his arm but it feels heavy. Dallas looks over to his hand to find a rope around his wrist.

"!!! What the...?! How long have I been out?”
He tries to move his other limbs but they are all pegged to the wooden floor beneath, holding him spread out on and open. He spots candles and the black markings on the floor surrounding him.

"Oh no... no no no no no…! This isn't good... Ahh! were are my clothes?!"-he yells out, looking down at his unprotected naked body.
He hears some footsteps approach from a darkened corner of the mysterious room. He fights his restraints once again in an attempt to hide his exposed body but ends up just wiggling helplessly on the floor.

"I ssee your awake… Thiss is good. We can proceed with the reading"
She sits next to him and pokes two of her fingers onto a spot on his side and runs them along to another located on his belly.

"BaHAA! No, wait…! Stop that..! This isn't what I wanted... How did I get here…?”- and then it dawns on him –“Hey wait!!! There was something on that needle you pricked me with, wasn't there?"
She completely ignores his words and continues to join his dot with an imaginary line, slowly working her way down his legs.

"AHHHhahaHAAA! NOOOO! You know how ticklish I am... Please don't go where I think you’re going!"

"You mean your foot pads?"- she say bluntly- "If there's anything I did manage to read clearly is that you have extremely sensitive paw pads. Unfortunately, you were moving way too much for me to get anything else so I decided to make sure you would stay nice and still for me."

She sits herself between his legs and extends both her arm out towards his foot paws.
"Besides, you seemed so happy about my predictions… I wanted to make them come true for you"
She quickly extends her own feet out and rests her toes inside his out stretched arm pits.

"You wouldn't!.. I won’t be able to take it!.. I.. I just can’t."

"Oh, we shall sssee about that, won’t we?!"

She begins to wiggle her toes inside his underarms and simultaneously begins to tickle his foot paws delicately with all of her prickly claws at once.

Like a bolt of lightning running through his nerves he yelps out and thrashes around on the floor, trying to curl into a ball, but completely unable to pull himself away from the onslaught of tickling

"GAHHH Nohohoow Jeezhihieee!"

The only noises coming from the restrained dog seem to be an inaudible mess off laughter and heavy breathing.

"Oh, so my predictions about you smiling and laughing have come true after all...”- she mocks him- “And that something great you were to become part of is happening to me right now."
She hisses loudly and tilts here head back all while relentlessly tickling her poor naked victim, tickling faster and faster as she hisses louder. She seems to take great pleasure in the canine’s every jolt and twist, as he struggles to take deep enough breaths between each laughing fit, growing more feverish as she starts massaging his stomach with her feet, even poking one clawed toe into his bellybutton, not even being able to beg by the point she sticks her fingers below his toes and starts vibrating her hands. Eventually he wines loudly and faints.

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Dallas opens his eyes again and he’s on the floor outside the carnival. It’s morning and the place is loud with the sound of everyone packing away their things.

"I’m back... Ow! Oooooh…."- he yelps as he suddenly feels his splitting headache.
All his muscles hurt as he pulls himself to his feet, his clothes half unbuttoned but all still loosely draped over his body.

"What the... Right. I’ll show that disgusting lizard for messing with me."
He limps back into the fair only to find a muddy patch were the fortune-tellers tent once stood.
"... Wha? Were's it gone?"

He turns to a duck waddling in the mud nearby.

"Did you see the fortune-teller that was in a tent around here?.. She was a green lizard thing and she had these ripped looking tights and a dark red skirt, kinda gothic looking…"

The duck quacks -"Donno what you’re on about, mate. That’s just were the cigarette stand was last night. I know coz I was smoking outside it alllll night…"

The duck heavily quacks out a cough then staggers off, looking rather pale.

Dallas drops to his knees.
"This isn’t fair...! I need to get her back for this!"

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All characters are of my own creation. Story was composed by me and  venombahamut

Hope you enjoyed it ^^