You were about to start saying something. Something about getting along peacefully between two alien races, learning from each other, and becoming friends. All the standard diplomatic stuff you’ve trained for, memorizing all those carefully crafted speeches you memorized at the academy. This was all pretty much going exactly as you had planned.
But then the crowd started to move. There must be hundreds of Ufi crowding around you, a sea of curious faces looking at you. It feels a little strange to be the object of attention to so many people, but you are a strange alien they’ve never seen before. But… the crowd was definitely getting closer now. As if unable to restrain themselves any longer, some of the more ambitious Ufi were walking up to you. They started to speak to you, although they were doing it all at once.
“Greetings, Uman!” said a cheerful pink-feathered female Ufu. “I am Tatyal of….” “Uman! My name is Zyosha…” you heard another say, this one with pale yellow feathers. “Uman!” “Greetings!” “Welcome!”You heard more and more try to introduce themselves to you, making you feel like a celebrity in a throng of fans. The Ufi were now right next to you, trying to get your attention.
“Hello, everyone! Please, one at a time!” You try to say loudly and slowly to the crowd. “I can’t understand if-aha!” You gasp and jump a little in surprise. An Ufu to your right was trying to get your attention, and reached out a feathered hand to brush against your right side. And that feather touch really tickled! The suit did nothing to dampen the sensation of soft feathers moving against your sensitive skin. Unfortunately, your jump moved you in the direction of the blue Ufu… Tatyal? Who reached out to put her hands against your ribs. As she steadied you, her hands moved and squeezed ever so slightly, but even that little touch was more than enough to tickle you again, prompting another flinch and gasp.
Your jumpiness was not lost on the Ufi around you. The crowd murmur rose, and they seemed to speak quickly and excitedly to themselves. You couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying. Although at the moment, you didn’t really care. A wide eyed pink Ufu reached out to deliberately brush her hands across your stomach, running feathery fingers along the tight thin fabric of your suit just below your navel. The ticklish feeling of feathers and fingers lightly but somehow deliberately tickling along the smooth skin was impossible to ignore, and you sucked in your quivering stomach with a giggle.
“Hehe, h-hey guys… cut it out! That kind of tickles-s-s-ehehe!” You stutter, as the crowd tightens around you. Somehow, telling them that they were tickling you didn’t have the desired effect. Instead of backing off, the Ufi around you got even more excited. You felt hands reach out all around you, stroking and brushing against your whole body, as you let out a burst of ticklish laughter.
“The Uman is tickish!” “Listen to it laugh!” “Sister, here! This spot is very ticklish!” “Ah, the Uman has a sensitive belly, see!” “And here as well!” You could hear the Ufi crowd seem to marvel at your ticklishness, reaching out feathery hands to explore and confirm for themselves as they chattered quickly in their own language, too much for the translator to keep up. And here you were, squirming from the grasp of one Ufu to another, as hands pawed at every ticklish spot you had!
Suddenly, two hands reached out and clasped onto your wrists, pulling at them. In your distracted state, you found yourself being...
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