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Once again this diabolical place has arisen. Who will conquer it if anyone? |
| [Introduction]
Shut down once by a group of furs that banded together, now restored by an unknown force and larger than before. The TTM (tickle torture master) has returned with a vengeance. Though who is this? Vanishing without a trace before with the old dimension, he has now returned with many followers behind him. Their plan? Trap as many as they can and leave no room for escape. They care not who they take prisoner. Only that they are ticklish and easily tricked. Furs, scales, feathers or skin matters not to these tickling fiends nor what dimension they grab them from. Their rules are as follows: 1. Has to be an original character of 18 years of age or older. No canon characters or under age characters. 2. No more than 2 characters per user. All characters must have a character sheet though. (Will be farther down) 3. No death may be permitted. You can't tickle someone if they are dead. 4. Scat, piss, or other disgusting fetishes (not including feet) are not permitted. Stink is under those disgusting fetishes. 5. Clothing is necessary to begin with but garunteed not to stay on. And as for the character sheet, it is as follows: Name Age (over 18) Sexuality Gender Species Appearance Personality Bio (optional) Powers/weapons (if any) The new tickle masters have amassed. Who will succumb? |
| (I'm just gonna start with one. Intro not required with your first post but I would enjoy if you put one.) Name: Duskero Lillanty Age: 22 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Male Species: Warlock Appearance: With pale skin and an athletic body, Dusk attracts many with his violet eyes. Bright purple hair with blue tips covers his head and over one eye. Normally wearing his purple t shirt and high tops with jeans. His light blue thigh highs peaking out occasionally. Personality: Dusk is a kind soul with a bit of a cocky attitude. Never finding a foe he couldn't easily get rid of, it's gotten to his head. But his cockiness is followed by a bit of caution. He has seen times when cockiness hasn't gotten him very far. Powers: Spells and sorcery _____________________________________ Dusk walked through the violet shimmer from the portal he created to get home. He brushed some dust off his shirt before realizing something was horribly wrong. His home had a cobblestone walk way where his portal opened up. Right now he was standing on a paved asphalt road. He looked up slowly noticing he was in some sort of metropolis. "Well I'm not in Kansas anymore." Dusk chuckled to himself and tried to open another portal. It slowly formed and he attempted to step through just as it closed. "Alright so leaving isn't an option. And no one is around it seems." Dusk crossed his arms irritated and looked at the abandoned stores and the ghostly looking high rises. Something seemed off. Almost as if there was something or someone here and just watching like a predator stalking its prey. Dusk was not liking this place. He began heading down the street, hoping to spot some sort of life or something. |
| Name: Hakuga Musashi Age: 27 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: A petite face framed with bangs the color of the night; she chooses to tie her flowing hair into a ponytail so as to not interfere with her battles. Dressed in a graceful yet battle-ordered kimono and a pair of wooden clogs, a wooden sheath sits on her waist, tied to her obi for when she needs to draw her blade in the heat of battle. Personality: Snarky to a fault, Hakuga, to the surprise of many who knew her personally, did know when to take things seriously. Fond of clashing blades with another of equal or higher caliber, this eventually grew her love for the battlefield even more than before, with the only thing able to sway her being her guilty pleasure of alcoholic beverages. As such, she has a small spot for people who heads for the frontlines or are head-strong. Bio: Hailing from a land of samurais and war, Hakuga took up the name of ‘Musashi’ after the famous, undefeated swordsman, honing her mind and body day by day as she shone her blade with the blood of her enemies. While not following in the path of double-bladed swords, Hakuga’s infamous katana has seen her through many a close battle, its mettle now forged with the souls of many who have fallen prey to it. Powers/Weapons: The only weapons she carries on herself are her katana, her wit and her excellent and unparalleled swordsmanship. _____________________________________ Unbeknownst to the swordswoman, Hakuga had stepped through the same portal that another had stepped through on the streets below her, just a few moments ago. Gazing wistfully back at the translucent fields of wheat from where she had come from, she snapped her attention back to reality as the world-hopping magic faded away, leaving her in an empty office block, windows lining one side of the floor. “Just when I was about to have my midnight sake too… Brought from one battlefield and into the next, eh?” Making her way to where the panes of glass were, Hakuga’s fingers pressed against the glass as the dizzying sight of how high she actually was came into view. With roughly about 10 stories between the ground and where she currently was, Hakuga knew she had to gather more information, even if it meant forgoing the height advantage. As her hands wandered to her sides by habit, the woman suddenly let out a bark of laughter as her hands gripped the familiar wooden object. “To think that fate leaves me with my trusted blade… What fools my benefactors are. I wonder if I’ll be able to cut anything while I’m here.” Musing to herself, the swordswoman sharp eyes didn’t miss the telltale signs of movement on the streets, nor even more movement of multiple figures coming from the opposite direction. “It seems my blade won’t even be allowed to rust! Now with the first question… How do I get down from here…” |
| Name: Zoey Cross Age: 19 Sexuality: bi Gender: female Species: human Appearance: Zoey’s a short girl, barely scraping 5’4” and about weighing less than 100lb wet. Her auburn hair is pulled back in a ponytail with a few loose strands hanging down over her face. Her current wardrobe doesn’t leave much to the imagination- sneakers and low rise cut-off shorts expose most of her legs. Her upper-body might be so bad, given she’s wearing a leather jacket, but she leaves it unzipped most of the time revealing everything from neck to navel and with nothing underneath save a red string-bikini top. Personality: cocky and quick-witted, Zoey’s one long rebellious streak with a smart-ass attitude. If she doesn’t have a snarky comment to hand something’s very wrong. Powers: Zoey comes from a world almost identical to our own, the difference being a few can still tap into ancient magic’s. Whilst it has much potential in the right hands, Zoey’s inexperience and limited grasp restrict her grasp to petty theft and trickery. She can temporarily immobilize an opponent, play mind-tricks or blink short distances, but it requires 100% concentration- and fireballs are right out. When magic fails she relies on her wits, speed and agility to get her out of harm’s way- free-running’s a walk in the park compared to opening portals *** For a second Zoey thought she’d finally got the whole blinking thing sorted out. Think about where she wanted to be, utter a few words and boom- blink achieved. So it was kind of a blow when she realized this wasn’t where she wanted to be. She didn’t get much time to process it though because the next second she’d fallen and landed in an unceremonious mess on the floor. She was quick to recover though and stood up, dusting herself down and looking around quickly. “Good, nobody saw- that.” This- wasn’t where she’d been before. Actually she didn’t recognize this place at all. That wasn’t how blinking was meant to work- at best she couldn’t make it further than a couple of blocks. To suddenly end up in a place she didn’t recognize meant she must have come much further. The other thing ringing alarm bells was how quiet what should have been a busy inner-city street was. Either she’d screwed up big time or what had just happened was beyond her control. She didn’t like either explanation. |
| Name: Mia Moore Age: 23 Sexuality: bi Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: Mia stands at a relatively tall 5’9”, and sporting quite the attractive figure. She has shoulder length straight red hair that she’s occasionally brushing out of her hazel eyes. Her pale skin has a smattering of freckles on her face, neck, shoulders… well, just about everywhere really. Her clothing is made up of a matte silver-grey synthetic material that’s light but very sturdy, and looking rather futuristic. Her top is sleeveless, hugging her body closely along the curves of her chest and ending around her lowest ribs. She also wears a similar grey skirt that rests low on her hips, seeming to stay in place almost magically, and ending at her knees. The skirt also contains slits running up to mid-thigh. Her feet are covered by a pair of ankle length boots capable of walking on just about any surface. While the attire might be scandalously revealing to someone from the year 2017, it’s quite normal for someone like Mia. No one from her society thinks twice about exposing her arms, flat toned midriff, or long legs in such a way. Personality: Mia is an intelligent woman and capable of quickly analyzing the situation around her. It’s usually a good idea to listen to her suggestions, although Mia can be soft spoken at times, and sometimes easily flustered. More of an introvert, she’s content to follow along in group settings. She can also get caught up in her own thoughts, to the point of missing something right in front of her face. In friendships and romantic relationships, she can be affectionate and loving, willing to put herself in harm’s way in order to help those she cares for. Bio: Mia comes from a near-futuristic time to you or me. A place with no magic, but impressive technology. Mia was just starting her career as a young scientist when she fatefully stepped through that strange purple portal. --- One moment, Mia was going for a walk in her neighborhood. The next… everything was purple for a moment, and suddenly she was in somewhere completely new. Somewhere she’d definitely never been before. “Wh-what? Where am I? What was that?” Mia asked, looking around. She was definitely in some kind of city- there were tall buildings of glass and metal, asphalt roads… it seemed outdated somehow, like all the buildings were in an old style. But Mia had never been one for architecture. The other strange thing was that, despite the big city around her, she seemed to be completely alone. There were no vehicles on the street, nothing flying in the sky, no one walking anywhere. That didn’t make any sense either. Just where was she? Mia started walking in a random direction, hoping she could come around some corner and things would suddenly start making more sense. She activated the computer on her wristband- a bracelet three inches wide on her forearm. There were no signals to connect to, making her feel even more isolated. But a scanner was detecting other people nearby, which meant she wasn’t completely alone in this city. Mia wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse. Wherever those people were, Mia would be easy to spot in this open space. |
| Name: Rachel Cassidy Age: 24 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: Standing at 5'8'', Rachel is of above average height for a woman. She has chopped brown hair, which is shaved on one side of her part. Her skin is rather pale and she has dark grey-blue eyes. She usually wears boots, a studded skirt with thin black leggings, and on her upper body a midriff-revealing tank top and a camo combat vest lined with bulging pockets. She has metal knee, shoulder and elbow pads on as well. She is attractive and her body is fit, but she is also rather rugged and unkempt looking. Personality: Rachel is always suspicious of power, and has learned to be slow to trust those in positions of knowledge or authority. She is rather coarse and abrupt in her speech, and tends to be brutally sarcastic. She loves to act tough and in charge, but can easily be cowed into submission when faced with something completely unknown or unexpected. A firm dose of concentrated tickling on her sensitive parts also quickly turns her into a helpless, screaming wuss. Bio: Rachel is a scrappy, anarchistic punk from a post apocalyptic near-future where people and worse fight, loot, and scavenge to survive. After choosing to leave her old gang rather than risk her own death in territorial wars or fighting mutants, Rachel's been surviving on her own for a while whilst searching for a settlement or scavenging party to join with. Powers: Rachel has no otherworldly superpowers. She's made it this far in life by mostly avoiding bloody conflict, but has also picked up decent melee and hand-to hand skills to get herself out of scrapes, though her skills are certainly short of world-class. She is, however, an excellent improviser and survivalist when clear-headed. _______________________________________ Rachel gasped and blinked as she took in her sudden, new surroundings. One second she'd hidden in a moldy closet to escape her irradiated pursuers, the next she was standing in the mouth of an alleyway in some unfamiliar place. She examined her environment: the stores and streets that surrounded her were certainly in a better shape than the bombed-out wreck of a city she'd resided in, but there was an eerie lack of movement or commotion. Even in the post-apocalypse there was usually some kind of scrap market or turf battle or something going on in the middle of the day, but here, there was barely a sound to be heard. She examined herself: nothing she wore or kept on her person was missing save her bolt action rifle. Thankfully she still had her machete in a sheath on the back of her vest. Her boots, however, were curiously loose; even though she tried to tighten them they kept feeling like the slightest tug would pull them off. Carefully examining her surroundings, Rachel began to prowl down the street, trying to watch for any movements. |
| Name: Nina Flemming Age: 28 Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Female Species: Human Appearance: Nina is 5'6", an average height for most women. She has a slender athletic build and wavy black hair that is cut short, just above her shoulders. Her skin is lightly tanned with scattered birthmarks and her eyes are a light amber brown. Nina usually wears a black jumpsuit made of a nylon like sound dampening fabric. The jumpsuit covers her neck all the way down to her feet where it is slightly hardened at the soles. Personality: Nina has a tuff, cynical and often sarcastic exterior. She prefers to work alone and had a hard time letting anyone in. Those who do get to know her see that she has a good heart with a soft spot for the less fortunate. Bio: Nina lives on a dystopian earth in the near future. The countries of her world are ruled by massive corporations. Nina was forced into indebted service when she was caught stealing by one of these corporations. Her skill set has made her a skilled spy for her company. Powers: Nina was experimented on by her corporation and posseses enhanced senses. Her superior sight and hearing make her an even better spy. Her enhanced sense of touch has given her hightened reflexes and agility, but it has made her body very sensitive in certain areas. Nina also has a utility belt filled with useful spy gadgets. _____________________________________________________ Nina was perched on rooftop behind neon sign. The building belonged to a rival corporation and Nina planned to steal their valuable research. She stood over the vent that would get her into the building just as a gust of warm air blew out. Nina shivered uncontrolably as the air sent a tingle up her spine. She quickly regained her composure and pulled a multi tool out of her belt. Nina removed the cover of the vent and crawled inside, replacing the cover behind her. When Nina turned around, she was shocked as a blinding light enveloped her. When the light faded, Nina was still on rooftop, but she no longer recognized the city. She moved along the rooftops noting that this city was earily quiet, but Nina's enhanced hearing could pick up the faint sound of foot steps. She headed toward the foot steps, hoping that this person would habe some answers. |
| Name: Timmothy Kirkman Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: Tim is a Mouseboy who stands in at around three inches tall, has a short mouse tail, and has light gray colored fur all over his body, except for the insides his ears, and where his pads are under his feet. He has big oval shaped ears on either side of his head, his hair looks like a hand that's covering some of his left eye, his eyes are pure black, and he has whiskers on either side of his face as well. He normally wears a red and white striped short sleeved shirt with the stripes going left and right, normal jean type jeans, and he walks around barefoot. Personality: Tim's personality is easily summed up with the following words. Childlike. Carefree. Friendly. Outgoing. Pretty much anyone would enjoy hanging out with him. Sexuality: Bi Anything Else: For the purpose of this RP, it should be noted that Tim isn't ticklish. However, he is very capable of tickling others into submission should he ever feel the need to defend himself. Name: Henry Alphonse Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: Henry stands in at around 5' 8" tall, has dark blue hair that's spiked in such a way that it looks as though it's made out of many icicle shards, he has an athletic build, almost pale white skin color, and his eyes are an icy green color. He normally wears a white button up shirt with a long red velvet tie covering the buttons, as well as a blue suit, black dress pants, and black shoes with a one inch heel. Personality: Henry is the kind of person who almost always puts others before himself, even if his actions only cause more problems for himself, though he isn't always like this. Sometimes, (though very rarely) when he's depressed or upset, he'll seek out someone else who can make him feel happy instead. Sexuality: Bi Anything Else: Henry is a professional massage therapist, who always knows where to touch or rub someone in order to make them feel more relaxed, or even turned on. In addition, Henry's height will randomly shift between his normal height, to a minimum of 1". |
| Dusk was not liking this setup. He couldn't figure out where or when this was. He was sensing others. Lots of others. Some not even human. It was freaking him out. He couldn't be certain, but he was fairly sure they were out numbered 10-1 easily. But what scared him the most, is that there wasn't a single human against them. Nothing even remotely for a fair fight. So what is his next move? Simple! Round up the ones not against him and get them out. Simple right? Well not exactly. Since his teleportation was obviously being blocked, there would be no easy way to reach the others. He started head towards a life sign also seemingly wandering. Female definetly and seemingly from another time. Future no doubt. But the closest. He began running towards the female, but he had a slight dilemma. By slight, I mean a pit of unhardened tar. Dusk let out a growl and pulled at his now stuck feet. Normally a simple teleportation would get him out of this, but with it being sabotaged, he couldn't risk it. So instead he began blasting the tar with hot air in an attempt to bake it hard enough to break. It was getting him absolutely no where. Pissing the purple sorcerer off, he finally rage quit and just stood there. What was he supposed to do? End up barefoot in a random dimension he knew nothing about? But then again, why is there wet tar in an abandoned city? It made no sense to him, and he had been in some pretty ridiculous places and times. Dusk almost completely gave all regard away when he felt something prod the bottom of his shoe covered feet. He didn't sense any life in this muck, so what would possibly be moving besides himself? |
| Rachel had been walking from alley to alley, looking all around trying to scout for any forms of life, hostile or passive, for almost ten minutes now. She hadn't seen anything, but nevertheless a feeling of unease persisted, and every small noise made her freeze and try to blend in. Must've just been her quick reflexes betraying her. Most of what she'd scavenged already was food; she chomped down on a candy bar and relished the chocolate flavor that was superior to any musty old sweet she could dig up or trade for back "home". She'd also found a pair of nice fingerless gloves that were both soft and comfortable and also didn't restrict her movement. No weapons or anything though, unfortunately. She then heard a loud scraping noise from just around the corner, and hid behind a nearby wooden fence protruding out. She peered through a crack in it, and was astounded by what she saw. A man with purple, blue-tipped hair furiously trying to extricate himself from something? Upon closer inspection that something appeared to be a black, mysterious sticky patch on the pavement. The man clearly didn't want to take off his boots, but they were stuck tight. And it looked like he was slowly sinking further into the black tar, which was bubbling strangely. Should I help him?/ She thought to herself. For all she knew it could be a trap, and her senses suggested to her that others were indeed nearby. But his affliction seemed genuine... Rachel decided she would have to see how this situation worked out further before helping the man. It could be possible that he knew something about why she had been brought to this strange place, but first she had to see if he was actually in a real predicament. |
| Mia was looking down at her wrist, staring at her computer. The more she tried to connect to something, the more confused it seemed to get. “It’s like I’m in some kind of alternate dimension!” She vented in frustration, not realizing how accurate the remark truly was. But because she was so distracted by her device, she wasn’t looking at where she was going. Had she been looking carefully, Mia would have noticed that the next slab in the sidewalk looked different somehow. Perforated, with a series of small holes in it. The difference was tiny, and maybe not important. But in this place, even overlooking a small thing has consequences… Mia walked over the spot on the sidewalk, and immediately a pink gas started jetting out from the holes in the concrete. She looked down in surprise as the pink cloud engulfed her, holding her breath so as not to potentially breath in some kind of poison. But this gas didn’t need to be breathed in, just make contact with bare skin. And Mia was right in the middle of it. Everywhere the gas touched her body, a ticklish sensation started building on her skin. Her tummy shivered as it felt like dozens of soft little feathers twirled all across her soft skin. Her underarm suddenly felt as if brushes were swishing up and down the smooth hollows in a rapid dance. And on her thighs it was as if nails were gently raking up and down her skin, exploring every inch. If it were any one spot, and just that spot, the gentle ticklish feeling might have been bearable. But over all of her body? Not a chance. Mia’s eyes opened wide and she let out a surprised yelp followed by rapid giggles. “Ah! Eheheehehe-hehey! Whahahat’s happenihihihihing?!” She wrapped her arms around her belly protectively, but it didn’t do any good against the feeling. And the longer she was spending inside of this pink cloud, the more intense the feeling was getting. Soft little strokes were developing in to wriggles against her skin, building the ticklish feeling. Mia had never felt anything like it! And it was all around her, attacking every inch of her body, the ticklish feeling crawling up her body to her chest and… Instinctively, Mia jumped out of the cloud, hopping away from the strange spot with a stream of giggly laughter. And just as quickly as it had begun, the tickling feeling dissipated. After a moment, Mia looked down at herself, brushing away the lingering feeling. “That was… strange… I had no idea a gas could feel so… ticklish!” She murmured to herself, staring at the pink cloud slowly dissipating into the air. Now that it was dispersing, she could make out the trap set on the sidewalk. A very strange place, indeed. But someone was coming, she could hear them close by. They must have heard her laughing, or maybe even seen her make a scene! Mia turned around, facing the female figure that was quickly approaching her. |
| Huffing with boredom as the swordswoman planted another slice into the last shadowy apparition that blocked her path, Hakuga squinted with one open eye at the sunlight pouring from the glassy wall in front of her. While she had found a way to descend the building using a set of in-built stairs, multiple mysterious creatures made of shadow had tried to stop her along the way, only to taste the sharp edge of her katana. “I didn’t see anything like that back in Ryouto… What were those things?” As she made sure that none of whatever the creatures composited of were left behind on her blade, the sound of laughter made Hakuga tilt her head curiously upwards. Separated by the glass wall and a thick stretch of asphalt, a red-head could be seen holding her sides in laughter as she teetered away from where she had stood before on the side-walk. Grinning at seeing that she was not the only person in this silent district, three clean slices made a good hole for Hakuga to step through, not caring about the shattered glass on the floor where a good chunk of the window once stood. As the other person finally took notice of her presence with a fearful look on her face, the swordswoman grinned, hefting her katana in one hand. “Kind stranger, would you tell me what your name is and where we are? Or would you rather our blades do the talking instead?” “I-I’m Mia, and I don’t know anything! Don’t come any closer!” As the futuristic looking girl quickly started to nervously tap the buttons on her wrist-computer, Hakuga let out a small chuckle. “It seems we are both lost then. However, I hope you have a weapon on you. I’m feeling rath-eh?!” As Hakuga pointed the tip of her katana towards her distressed victim, what happened stunned to both of them. Sharpened steel turning into white feathery fronds right before their very eyes, Mia stared agape as Hakuga’s opened wide in surprise, before turning to irritation. Turning the blade away from Mia, the swordswoman was relieved at seeing it go back to its original metal form. However, when she tried to point its tip towards her opponent again, a long, white plume instantly replaced her blade. For the lack of a better word… Her katana had turned into a feather sword. “You! What sorcery is this!” “It wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything! “Lies! Undo your trickery this instant, or you’ll be the next thing my sharp edge will cut!” Growling as she sheathed the once-more deadly blade, Hakuga stalked towards the girl, fury in her eyes at having her blade getting transformed by this... Sorceress. Frantically tapping her console in the hopes that something or anything would save her, a new screen popped up on Mia’s wrist, the image of a figure spread out with areas around its body highlighted in different colors covering its entirety. “W-What’s this? I didn’t have this function before! W-Wait, I don’t have time to think about that now!” Snapping herself free from her mumbling to see that Hakuga was just meters away from being able to physically grab her, in her anger the swordswoman didn’t notice the pavement lined with minuscule holes in between the two. Hiding her stroke of ingenuity, Mia hoped that her plan would work. “If I could get her to walk over that trapped tile… I might have a chance!” |
| Zoey had quickly gone from being relieved that nobody had seen her mishap to beginning to worry that nobody would see her screw up ever again. She hadn’t seen any signs of life in the last 10 minutes or so she’d been in this place. Alternate universe, everyone else suddenly invisible, who knew? She just hoped it hadn’t been her last spell that did it- it was the last one on her list before she started learning the cool stuff. Still- while she was alone in this city she might as well enjoy it. Without any traffic to watch out for Zoey made her way down the middle of the street taking in all the sights this place had to offer. There didn’t seem to be much. Abandoned buildings, empty streets- no sign of life anywhere. It was nice enough she guessed- blue skies, clean streets and no graffiti- something she’d need to rectify before she left- but that was it. All show no substance. This place sucked. If there were locals like that guy they'd probably agree. Yeah- like that guy. The one standing in that puddle. She thought she smelt something burning as she got closer and she was pretty sure there were a few traces of smoke curling into the air around him. Weird, but she wasn’t going to question it. As she got closer though she came to the conclusion it wasn’t water he was stood in. It looked more like- Tar? Goop? Oil? A very dark puddle? Either way he didn’t look happy and she put 2 and 2 together in an instant. She glanced up at him, then back down at the goo, then back up at him as she approached. “So- you stick around here often?” She asked casually. |
| Nina continued along the rooftops, jumping the smaller gaps looking for signs of life. She stopped as her keen ears picked up a strange sound, a woman giggling and laughing? Nina looked around and found a towering building near the source of the laughter. It was to far to jump so she reached into her utility belt and pulled out a small grappling gun. She fired the gun half way up the building and hooked a window ledge. Nina jumped and hit button on the gun as it pulled her along side the building. Nina grabbed on to the ledge and looked up. The building seemed impossibly tall and she decided it would be faster and easier to climb around the side of than climbing to the roof. Nina reached the other side of the building and hid herself inside a window ledge with her arms and legs spread in an x shape and her body pressed against the glass. Nina looked down and saw two women arguing. One was a red head scantly clad in silver and the other appeared to be asian and dressed like a samurai. Even stranger, this samurai woman was wealding a giant feather as if it was a sword! The red head was looking at some sort of monitor on her wrist. Nina was devising a plan to get some answers from either the red head or her monitor when her train of thought was derailed by an odd sensation. She looked down and saw that the window behind her had slid open just a crack. Two spiders, each the size of a hand crawled out of the window and started moving slowly up Nina's legs. When the spiders reached her knees her legs started to quiver and she tried in vain shake the spiders off. They found their way to her inner thighs and Nina struggled to hold in the giggles building in her throat. She did a half jumping jack, hoping to crush the spiders between her thighs as her legs came together. The spiders suprised by scrambling out from between her thighs and moving up her sides. Nina's face reddend as they moved along her ribs and she let out a snort as they found the outstretched hollows of her armpits. She tried to buck them off, but it back fired as they ran down to her hips and back up again. She burst into giggles which only caused they spiders to scramble around faster. She was laughing hard now and she was forced to bring her arms her arms down to swat the spiders away. Her relief was short lived as she lost her balance and fell from the window. Nina shot her grappling gun to slow her fall, but ran out of rope. She dangled from the side of the building with nothing to grab onto. The fall wouldn't kill her, but it would be unpleasant to say the least. Nina's situation worsened as she looked and saw the spiders had climbed down the building and were now sliding down her rope. The spiders climbed down her arms and resumed their ticklish assault on her upper body. Nina burst into giggles again and brought her right arm down trying to swat the spiders away. The spiders stayed one step ahead of her and to make matters worse, one of them was now circling her navel. Nina laughed and let out a shriek as the spider's leg grazed the inside her navel. As she hung, their laughing her head off and spasming wildly, Nina did the only thing she could think of. Swallowing what was left of her pride, she yelled down to the two women below her between laughs "hahahahehehelphahaha!" |
Author Note Just wanted to say a couple things before i began. First i wanted to point out that my second character, Henry, is a human, since i forgot to properly list that in his bio. The second thing i wanted to say is that Henry's shrinking isn't as random as i once thought it would be, just wanted to throw that out there for anyone who's interested in finding out what causes him to shrink in the first place, although it should be easy enough to guess. And with that out of the way, let's begin. One moment, Henry was busy putting his clothes back on after Tim had managed to tickle him out of them, the next moment they found themselves surrounded by a bright flash of light right as soon as Henry finished putting the last article of clothing back on. Not a moment later did the bright flash go away, and they both found themselves in a strange new place. "Huh? What happened?" Both Tim and Henry said in unison as they looked all around them, taking in their new surroundings. They appeared to be in what looked like a fantasy style inn, although it was really run down, with little to no signs of life anywhere in the area. "Wait a second." Tim said as he slowly started looking more closely at everything around him, leaving Henry to ponder what he was thinking about. "I know this place. I've been here before, once upon a time." "Really? So this isn't Tickle High anymore?" Henry asked, almost glad to be away from all the ticklers just waiting to jump him back in the halls. "No. If i remember correctly, i was stuck in this place for over three days before i found this building. Not long after that, i encountered a bunch of creatures that loved to tickle others and be tickled by others." Henry gulped when Tim mentioned tickling once again. Just great, out of one tickle lovers paradise, and into another. It was at this moment Henry began feeling a little funny, though he couldn't explain what it was he was feeling at the time. "So then, what do we do now?" Henry asked, taking a seat at the nearby table as Tim climbed on top. "Well, the last time i was here, all i had to do was wait for help to arrive, and it came. So i guess we'll do the same thing now." With that said, both Tim and Henry waited at the inn, deep in the jungle. |
| Mia backed away slowly from the angry woman, trying to calm her down. “Listen, please! I don’t know what’s going on here either, and I’m not doing anything to your sword!” The way the woman looked and dressed, it seemed like she was right out of some old Japanese Anime about samurai or something. But they were speaking the same language, which didn’t seem right. Then again, maybe there was something about this place that made them understand each other. Nothing was making sense here, and Mia didn’t have time to think about it. But that was when Hakuga stepped onto the slab of sidewalk Mia had earlier. Just like before, a cloud of pink smoke jetted out of the ground. Mia stepped back farther to make sure she was out of the cloud, not wanting to get caught in it a second time. But the other woman was standing right in the middle of it. “Don’t think you can hide from me just because of this l-little clo-hohohoud!” Hakuga said loudly, although her voice started to crack. As the gas billowed around her, little ticklish sensations began to run across her skin. Her clothing didn’t do her any good, with the gas either moving underneath through holes or simply passing right through her garments. Underneath her kimono, Hakuga felt as if dozens of tiny hands were skittering across her belly and sides, teasing her smooth skin. Despite her attempts to resist, she immediately felt her belly quiver with laughter, a tickle attack being the last thing she was expecting. “Hehehe… wh-whahaahahat is thihihihis?!” She cried out, curling up as the tickles moved over her ribs and under her arms, even when she tried to bring her arms protectively to her sides. Her thighs also felt as is soft feathers were flicking rapidly up and down the length of her skin, attacking her all over as the pink cloud surrounded her. Mia felt safe, for the moment, with the Japanese woman giggling and laughing too hard to be a threat at the moment. But Mia sympathized, remembering how ticklish that gas was. “It’s a good thing she’s ticklish, or I would’ve been in trouble…” Mia said, looking back down at her wrist. The image of the figure seemed to be highlighting all over, with particular spots on the body appearing bright red: stomach, underarms, inner thighs… what was this new app telling her? Mia would’ve figured it out in another moment, but was distracted again by another voice coming from above her. “"Hahahahehehelphahaha!" A woman’s voiced laughed above her. Mia looked up to see a woman hanging from the second floor of a building, laughing hysterically. Was something tickling her too? She wasn’t near any of that pink gas, and Mia couldn’t see anything. But she was quickly noticing how things here seemed to revolve around being tickled… strange. But the woman was laughing and struggling so hard, she lost her grip! Mia didn’t notice the tickling spider creatures leap to the safety of the building and slip back inside, too focused on the falling woman. She ran underneath her to catch her, and the two tumbled as Nina landed, rolling to the ground. “Ah, that was dangerous…” Mia said, rolling onto her back a few feet away from this other woman, but it looked like neither of them were hurt. “Who are…?” Mia was about to ask this new woman some questions, but just then the Japanese woman jumped outside of the pink gas, laughing and wiggling as she did so. If Mia had looked at her wrist again, she would notice her computer now showed two figures on the app, each with their own set of notifications and color mappings on their bodies. But the Japanese woman was heading in her direction, and it looked like the gas had only delayed her, not stopped her completely. |
| Gripping her aching sides with one hand, Hakuga forced the last of her giggles from her throat as she glared daggers at the frightened ‘sorceress’ and her new-found accomplice… Or new victim? Perhaps the magician had summoned a familiar to finish her off after that gas spell? But the female looked nothing akin to the court magicians she had seen in her time, with her skimpy metallic outfit looking nothing like the flowing robes she was used to. Perhaps she hailed from a different province? “How underhanded… To try and distract me with your petty mind games!” Dashing towards Mia who yelped as she scrambled to her feet, pushing a groaning Nina to the side in the process, the futuristic red-head quickly found cover from her assailant in the form of a rather thick lamppost by the side of the road. Pressing her back to the metal as she caught her breath, Mia frantically tapped her wrist-screen, only managing to rapidly minimize and maximize the tab showing the 2 strange highlighted figures in her panic. “Can’t we talk this through! I just got here too, so I’m just as clueless as you! I don’t even know who was that other girl that fell from the sky!” Hearing the sound of groaning metal behind her, Mia yelped as she quickly stepped backwards, tripping and falling on her rear in the process. As the top half of the lamppost slid slowly down from a diagonal cut in its middle before crashing to the ground, the self-proclaimed swords-woman stood on the other side, her blade drawn with a satisfied smirk. “Looks like your spell doesn’t affect inanimate objects, magician. Now, reverse what you have done.” “B-But I don’t even know how your sword eve-eheheheheeeee!” Bursting into giggles again as Hakuga stepped around the broken metal stump to swipe at Mia’s shoulders, the metallic blade changed to a feathery one again as Mia’s suit did little to block the ticklish sensations, sending the poor girl into a new fit. Grinning mischievously, Hakuga didn’t let up the attack, making use of what new properties her sword now had as she circled the blade at Mia’s exposed belly, causing the latter to roll about with her hands trying to wrap around her sides with girlish laughter. “Pleehheheease! Staaaahaahahap! Your sword really tickleehheheheheees!” “You should have thought about the consequences before casting the spell, magician. Now, undo it!” Planting a sandal-clad foot onto Mia’s bare belly, the red-head chortled even more as now she found herself trapped in one place, unable to even roll away from the feather sword teasing her ticklish sides. A few meters away, a female figure in a tight black jumpsuit gripped her head in one hand as she shook away her minor headache. While the fall had surprisingly left her without injuries, she barely managed to recall in her giggling that someone else had cushioned her descent, the sight of crimson locks filling her vision before her head rang from a knock on the side-walk. “Ughh… Note to self, stay AWAY from any spider looking things…” Hearing the new-found source of laughter, the spy turned to see her savior pinned to the floor by the other woman’s foot, the latter with a look of irritation as she continued to swipe at her victim’s torso with the silly-looking weapon. “We can be here all day, you stubborn magician. Or would you rather I try a harder approach?” While Nina knew she could have just left the two to their own devices, a small part in the back of her head nagged at her to repay her benefactor’s favor. Letting out a small cry, Nina debated and weighed the consequences before coming to a reluctant answer. “Argghhh… Fine, I’ll just help her just this once and hopefully that weird-looking girl can escape. Maybe I’ll be able to get some answers from her as well!” Making up her mind with an internal nod, Nina carefully walked behind the distracted swords-woman. Taking a page from the former scenario she had been subjected to a few seconds ago, the black-haired spy was going to make Hakuga regret about ignoring her as two hands slipped into the intricate folds of her kimono from behind, ready to cause mischief. |
| "I tire of this gahahame hehehehe!" Hakuga doubled over, nearly dropping her sword as Nina spidered her fingers along the samurai's sides. Hakuga looked over her shoulder and shouted "You are under heheher spehehehell!" She tried to turn her sword towards Nina, but the spy countered by moving her wiggling fingers underneath Hakuga's arms. "My swhohohord hahaha!" Hakuga cackled as her weapon fell from her hands. Mia caught her breath and looked up to see her attacker laughing uncontrollably as the women in black tickled her vigorously from behind. Mia consider her options, she could make a run for it, but this mysterious woman could make for a usefull ally. "Wanna give me a hand Red?" Nina called out as she caught Hakuga's flailing elbow just before it hit her face. "Release me!" Hakuga shouted as she struggled to free herself from the full nelson hold Nina used on her. "Your minion won't save you magician" the samurai said as she kicked at Mia. "Do something, I can't hold her much longer!" Nina's muscles still ached from her earlier ordeal and this samurai was stronger than she looked. Mia could see the rage in Hakuga's eyes, but she was no fighter. She looked down at her wrist just as the samurai kicked at her. To everyone's suprise, Mia caught Hakuga's foot by the sandal. Hakuga jerked her foot free, leaving her sandal behind. Mia tossed the sandal aside and reached for the samurai's sword with a wide grin on her face. "That blade belongs to me!" Hakuga shouted as she kicked her barefoot at Mia. The red head smiled as she swiped the tip of the feather along Hakuga's bare arch. Mia put the samurai's ankles in a head lock and pullef if her other ankle. "Surrender now and maybe the three of us can figure this place out together" Mia said as she positioned the feather sword in front of Hakuga's feet. "Do your worst magician!" Mia brushed the side of the feather sword along Hakuga's soles. The samurai tried to keep a straight face, but was reduced to a giggling mess in seconds. "Give up yet?" "A true samurai never surrenders!" "Go for her arches Red" Mia decided to take Nina's advice and slid the tip of the feather along Hakuga's arches. "Tickle tickle!" She teased as the samurai's giggles were joined by fits of manic laughter. "I wohohon't hahaha!" "Fine, you asked for this" Mia said as she raised the tip of the feather to Hakuga's toes. Hakuga screamed with laughter so loud that Nina barely heard foot steps behind her. She looked over her shoulder and shouted "Run!" |
Author Note: I just wanted to let everyone know (assuming no one saw my last post in the Tickle Fan Forum) that MidnightWolf   has decided to put a three day time limit on this campfire to help move things along more smoothly, since we had turns last round that went on for a whole week or longer. Also wanted to point out that I'm going to be skipping my turn for the round, and possibly the next few rounds until we all get together again. And lastly, since i have to put in at least 1500 characters into each of my chapters, and I'm currently only a third of the way to that amount now, I'm just going to use pointless filler for the rest of this chapter.AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA |
| Rachel kept hidden behind the ramshackle fence as she closely watched the situation in front of her. The two figures, the stuck guy with purple hair and the short, auburn-haired woman who'd just made her entrance, were conversing. Purple Man didn't have much of a choice, he was firmly fastened in place by the mysterious black glop and appeared to be asking the woman for help. The other woman, who looked young and appeared to be dressed in very low-cut shorts and a leather jacket (Rachel had to stop her mind from wandering) looked to be in control: she was asking the trapped man questions with her hands on her hips, looking relaxed and rather smug. However, the auburn-haired woman didn't appear to be getting anywhere. Rachel's honed survival instincts knew how to read people, so she could tell that both these people seemed to be just as lost and confused as she was, even though leather jacket girl was trying to appear calm and rational. What was the proper course of action for this? In the end, Rachel decided to stay hidden and watch, but to get closer. She inched over to a dumpster by the side of the road, and crouched behind it. Both the people were focused on each other, and didn't see her, but now she was just barely within earshot of them. On the way over, Rachel also saw and picked up a two-foot length of metal pipe. She didn't want to use it, but if she had to she would. Who knew what these strange people were capable of? She began to listen and watch the trapped man and the auburn-haired girl. |
| Mia was so engaged in tickling this woman that she wasn’t paying attention to things around her. After she had tickled Mia with her feather sword, it was only fair to get some payback in. Besides, Mia was actually enjoying it, swishing the feathery weapon under her feet with gusto. The samurai woman was definitely ticklish, too. Each brush and movement brought fresh giggles, even though it was obvious she was trying to hold back. Mia sympathized a little, that feather sword was amazingly ticklish. But she had to stop quickly once she heard Nina shout “Run!” Looking up, behind Nina were a group of figures heading towards them. They looked like people, but were covered entirely in some kind of black jumpsuit that covered their entire bodies. Their faces were obscured with masks, each with the face of some kind of animal. But more importantly, there were several of them quickly headed towards them, and they didn’t seem friendly. “Outsiders! Get them!” Commanded one of the black figures, a feminine voice coming from behind a crow mask. Nina and Mia immediately stopped tickling Hakuga, and the trio began running in the opposite direction. Their little dispute had to wait in light of this new predicament. Hakuga ran with them, recovering from her tickling and trying to keep up. Mia ran ahead, the feather sword still in her hand. “Oh crap oh crap oh crap!” Mia squeaked, running as fast as she could, rounding a corner. She looked around, trying to find some place the three of them could hide. They wouldn’t be able to outrun that group forever, and who knew if there were more of them somewhere? Hiding seemed like the best option, at least until she could get her bearings in this strange place. And hopefully get along with these other two instead of fighting each other. She turned left around another corner, trying to keep out of sight of their pursuers still a ways behind them. As she turned, she saw what looked like a small storage closet, it’s door open to a space just large enough for the three of them to squeeze into. “Quick, let’s hide in here!” Mia called back to the other two. Neither of them seemed to disagree with her, and the three quickly crammed into the closet and closed the door. The three women gasped for breath as they were squeezed together in what turned out to be a very small space. It was just large enough for the three of them to fit, but were pressed close to each other. On top of that, the feather sword was stuck in between Mia and Nina’s bodies, and as such was stuck in feather mode. Mia became very aware of it as Nina shifted slightly, causing the feather to brush against her bare belly quite ticklishly. “Ok… everyone be quiet, and maybe we lost them.” Nina said, the other two nodding silently. “Hey.” Mia whispered at Nina. “Do you know who those people were? They were dressed like you.” Mia said, noticing Nina’s similar black jumpsuit. “What?” Nina asked incredulously. “No, I don’t know anything about this place, I just showed up here-ehehehe!” Nina broke off with a giggle, as the feather sword moved between them again, tickling her midsection even with the small movement. Nina was surprised at just how much the little movement tickled. Mia giggled as well, her stomach flinching as the fronds of the feather moved against her bare skin. Unfortunately, whenever either one of them flinched or wiggled, it just made the feather move again. The two grinned and snickered as quietly as they could, looking very silly as they tried to keep still. Hakuga was also pressed close against them, but thankfully her weapon wasn’t touching her. She watched the two quietly bicker and giggle as they managed to tickle themselves with her feather sword. Looking at them up close like this, it was clear that they weren’t working together. Beyond that, it also seemed obvious that neither one of them was much of a threat. At least, not compared to the group of black figures that chased them menacingly. Perhaps these women could be allies against a more powerful enemy? Then again… Hakuga had to grin as she watched one of them twitch again ticklishly. It was rather entertaining to watch them be tickled like this. And in this enclosed space, it would be so easy to reach out her hands and… enhance the experience. It would be child’s play to tickle them into answering a question, or perhaps making her the leader of this little group? Or even just to get some payback for the way they had ganged up on her earlier? It wouldn’t be wise for them to burst into loud laughter here… but the urge to tickle was oddly strong. The jumpsuit on the one woman seemed to offer no protection against ticklishness, if anything it seemed to make it worse. And the silver-clothed woman was quite vulnerable as well. Her midriff was exposed and very much within reach. And one arm was stuck, raised over her head and revealing a smooth hairless underarm to tickle. That arm also contained the wrist display showing three figures, with various points of their bodies illuminating on the screen. |
| After toying with the idea of turning her former ticklers into giggling schoolgirls, the sound of multiple footsteps brought Hakuga back to reality. While it was extremely tempting to make the two weaker girl’s squeal, getting caught by those strange figures before she had a chance to figure out where she had been sent to was not in her list of plans. Shifting slightly as Mia’s giggling frame pressed into her front, the female swordsman slid one hand to carefully cover her mouth. As the red-head quickly started to panic again at realizing the possibility that the larger woman might try something while they were cramped into the tight space, a few quick words quickly placated her. “Do not move. While it is a tad uncomfortable, do refrain from making any noise. When we get out of this tiny box, both of you will answer my questions.” Nodding in acknowledgement as Mia quietly snickered into Hakuga’s palm, the cause of which being the warrior’s feather sword making another brush against her trembling, bare sides, the trio quickly noticed that Nina’s own chuckling had begun to increase due to the slight shift in positions. With her arms trapped by her sides due to the tight confines and with no way to move the tip of the sword from swishing about her ribs, Nina’s giggling quickly ramped up, the feathery sensation permeating even through her thin suit. Thinking quickly before their cover was blown, Hakuga deftly clamped the sole of her now naked foot against the spy’s lips as the trio quickly sighed in relief. However, their relief was short-lived as Hakuga felt her own giggles begun to build up again at feeling Nina’s own husky, giggling breath caress the undersides of her ticklish arches. With her own feather sword now betraying her as the length of the feather gently glided across her raised leg, all three girls held their giggly breaths as the footsteps now stopped outside the closet, the mysterious beings now trying to figure out where their prey had run off to. |
| “Ok, let me try something.” Zoey sighed once her new friend finished telling his story. Closing her eyes she focused her mental energy on magic she’d only just figured out in a place she’d just been told had denied a more powerful warlock. Still keeping it simple was the best solution right? Trans-dimensional stuff might not work but a blink to the other side of the street might- She tripped and stumbled suddenly on the other side of the goo to where she’d started as she reappeared. Well it worked- sure she’d come out sideways but that was most likely on her- she hoped. “Works fine for me.” She said hoping Dusk hadn’t noticed her awkward re-entry. “Well done.” He chuckled in reply as she patted down static hair. “A whole ten feet. Color me impressed.” “Do you want out of there or n-“ She stopped as she noticed the surface of the goo seemed to be- boiling? Bubbling? Huh. Weird. “Yes. Yes I very much would.” The warlock replied hurriedly and a little less distracted than she was. “Right, right. Gimme a second.” To be completely honest- and Zoey was everything if not honest- she’d never moved someone else before. She’d only flung herself around a handful of times and with her luck she was just as likely to end up face down in that stuff herself as freeing Dusky boy here. But hey- what was the worst that could happen? In the end it wasn’t too bad- badda-bing, badda-boom and Dusk was free. And hurtling towards her as he materialized right beside her. Now sure they both ended up in a pile on the street and sure it wasn’t the most flattering of position for them to wind up in but she’d done what she’d intended to do and neither of them were in the goo anymore- so win. “Nailed it.” She said with an impish grin as she lay sprawled underneath him. |
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