Her resolve weakening under the assault of Michiru's capable fingers, Usagi tried to dissociate from her nyloned feet and focus on a counterattack. Having her ankles hooked, she was in a very awkward position to retaliate - but Michiru was so absorbed with tickling that Usagi was able to squirm forward and put a grab on Michiru's left ankle.
"Don't even think about it!" Michiru shouted, really digging into Usagi's soles. Usagi somehow managed to scream even louder with laughter; with her last shred of endurance, she guided Michiru's foot to her mouth and bit the instep.
Usagi didn't bite too hard, since Michiru was still a fellow Senshi. Not very hard at all, in truth, as she didn't have the energy left for a proper chomp. It was more of a nibble.
The effect was both immediate and baffling. The fight went out of Michiru, and she released Usagi's ankles.
"Usagi-chan... DON'T!!" said Michiru, sounding embarrassed and a little excited. "It isn't... it isn't proper!"
Usagi, who was still trying to catch her breath, said nothing and nibbled some more. Michiru gasped, pushing her right foot against the side of Usagi's head in a feeble attempt to dislodge the blond's suddenly irresistible mouth. Usagi didn't miss a beat, twining one of her ponytails around Michiru's right ankle and battening onto her chosen nibbling spot like some sort of mischievous vampire.
Getting her second wind, Usagi glanced over her shoulder and saw that Michiru was flat on her back, lolling in a swoon. She tried pressing her advantage, deciding to tickle Michiru right at the base of her toes... which revived the nibbled Senshi enough that she made a grab for Usagi's feet again.
"Whoops!" said Usagi, pulling her still-tingling soles out of reach. With a shrug and a sinister chuckle, she jammed Michiru's toes in her mouth like a fistful of sweets and nibbled for all she was worth.
Michiru collapsed back onto the mat again, her gasps now punctuated with giggles. Usagi found that more promising, and fumbled with one hand until she found Michiru's right foot, still bound in her hair. She tickled that one with vengeful gusto, and the combination of attacks left Michiru flopping harmlessly on the floor, marooned between toe-nibbled euphoria and tickly anguish.
"I'm getting your stocking all spitty," Usagi informed her enervated victim, who offered no response. "Ha HA! Serves you right!"
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