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| [Introduction]
Originally created by MidnightWolf   his work has now been passed onto me to look after and take care of.A lovely kingdom. In a time full of magic, alchemy, Kings and queens, and an occasional tickle dragon. But what changes this kingdom from the rest? Why it's love of tickling! From everyday activities to even the darkest of tortures. It's all tickling! But first. You! Name: Gender: Age: No younger than 18 Appearance Personality: Sexuality Species: Rank: Anything Else: Optional And the laws of the town. No killing of characters unless consent given. Killing of random characters(ex "I stabbed the enemy soldier before he got too close") will be allowed. But if there's a battle the king wants prisoners! No pee, poo, or anything of that sorts. Sexual content is acceptable. Swearing too much (here and there is okay) will result in your character(s) being sent to the dungeon. No furries. (Sorry guys) 3 day time period. The point of view for this story is set in the first person. Please use decent grammar and punctuation and keep the story in English. Now then. Without further ado. Let's begin! |
| Name: Maxwell White Age: 18 Species: Ice Demon Sexuality: Bisexual Rank: King (though a tad young don't ya think?) Appearance: Snow White hair, covering one eye. Icy blue eyes. Pale skin. Skinny build. White and icy blue king's robe. Icy blue chest plate. Ivory crown with sapphires. And icy blue footwear. Personality: Though he seems a tad childish, he is more than capable of ruling what his parents left him. He loves to play around. But when it's time to be an iron fisted dictator, he can change his demeanor in a heart beat. He's still looking for someone to rule with him. But soon enough he can see someone in his life. |
| Name: Silva Vain Age: 21 Species: Human Appearance: Black hair tied in a ponytail reaching to the small of her back, she dons a ranger's robe atop a leather tunic that ends just above her knees and a leather shoes to go along with it. On her right hand, a mini-crossbow lies attached to her wrist, while a large bow, as well as a quiver of arrows, is strapped across her back. Sexuality: Straight, Bisexual Rank: Tickle Archer Personality: Ready to protect her king at all costs, Silva will go through whatever means necessary to ensure peace in her Lord's kingdom. Serious and sometimes doing things that she believes to be the best for her king, she might not listen to the words of other people, her pride blinding her usually clear judgement. |
Name: Henry Turnbuckle Age: 24 Species: Woodland people Appearance: Slightly taller than his fellows. His blond hair is cropped short. Blue eyes, a prominent beak-shaped nose, no beard. Muscular, but some scars on the body. He is hardly ever seen in any other clothes than those of the watch. Leather shirt, trousers mady of linen, leather boots with steel spikes, supported by a purple cloak. The blade is sharp, but the content of his leather bag may cause even more trouble for his victims. Sexuality: Straight. Guys only are tolerated as mates or opponents in combat. Rank: Tickle Militia. 2nd Lieutenant in the personal guard of the Earl of X-Frames Personality Eager to perform his duty. Wishes that his actions are recognized by his masters. Honest and straightforward. He may look or sound tougher at first than he actually is. His trust can be earned by bold actions or by providing him with opportunities to tickle. Loves to tickle his female victims with a mission, like interrogation, ideally with a sexual twist to it. Eager to climb up the ranks. |
| Name: Giselle Bonnefey Age: 24 Species: Human Appearance: At 5' 6", she has a good height, though others are taller than her. At 120 pounds, she's not really muscular, but is still fit and agile. Sharp green eyes, with light brown hair that fall to the base of her neck. She's long legged. Usually is seen wearing a white robe which ends at her ankles. Underneath, she wears a black corset and black bloomers that are cut off at her knees. Leather shoes cover her feet. She is usually seen wielding a black and white staff which she uses for her magic. She carries a small pouch which contain various potions or powders for herself or her opponents. Sexuality: Bisexual. She enjoys tickling men and women. Rank: Tickle Militia, or Court Witch as some have called her in derision. Personality: She has a friendly demeanor to her when not in combat, tickling or otherwise. A quasi-ally with the king, she is asked to help with her magic when the need arises. Outside of that, she mostly takes odd jobs in order to support herself and keep her magic sharp. Her staff can conjure ticklish spells, ticklish tools, and so on. As magic is her best weapon, she is not physically strong. Giselle is fit and can move quickly, but can be overpowered if someone gets past her magic. Outside of tickling, she's not into killing, and her non-tickling spells focus on defense or evading. Some spells can hurt, but not into lethal levels. |
| Name: Brani Age: 80 (About twenty by Human standards) Species: Dwarf. Appearance: Long black hair tied back in a ponytail, grey eyes, usually wears a set of chainmail armour that can be easily removed if the need or wish too strikes her, is rather buxom and stands around 4'6. Carried around a large cudgel she uses as her weapon of preference whereas her fingers handle most of the tickling Sexuality: Bi-sexual and can be rather aggressive about it. Rank: Tickle Militia although leans towards more of a mercenary. Personality: Greedy, pleasure seeking and one who loves a thrill, Brani will eagerly take on any mission or task as long as it allows her to profit. While she comes across as rather unreliable in many ways, Brani will do the right thing in the end, provided no one dumps too much gold along her path. She's also something of an outcast from other Dwarves, her loudness and over the top style at a clash with their stoic culture. |
| Name: Williams White (Originally Williams Arnold) Age: 18 Species: Human Appearance: Shiny golden hair, not too long and not too short. His eyes are that of the ocean and he has that charming look that can make any maiden blush and is often envied from men - a sensitive face and an accentuated jawline. He constructed a well built figure and toned muscles after many years of training with the finest swordsmen, as well as making his hands agile when it came to handling his broadsword and/or tickling other individuals. Having a noble lineage, it is of no surprise that Williams adorns an outfit fit for a prince, crafted by the best blacksmith in the kingdom; the traditional blue high-collar buttoned shirt with golden shoulder pads, black formal pants with tow-colored stripes and luxurious black leather shoes. Sexuality: Bisexual Rank: Prince (Though, he is adopted by the King upon his mother entering the concubine) Personality: Williams is a young, strong-willed prince. Once his mind is set on something, he will not stop until he gets what he wants, especially when tickling is involved. He is very flirtatious when it comes to men or women, but he can be serious and driven if the situation needs him to be. Moreover, he isn't afraid to abuse his power to satisfy his tickle fetish. |
| Name: Jack Rider Age: 21 Species: Human Appearance: Shoulder length black hair, dark black eyes he has a alarming & alluring vibe about him which makes people drawn too him even though they know they shouldn't be around him his outfit consist of a dark button up shirt black body & leg armor, boots & hood to cover his face because his face looks like it was made by a god same with the body as well. Despite having that much on him however he is a very skilled fighter at both close & long range but he prefers long range Sexuality: Bisexual Rank: Bartender/bounty hunter (Works as a bartender in a local tavern as well as the royal family's personal bounty hunter) Personality: Jack is a strong willed wise person he's not afraid to admit his faults does care for people that are very close to him or young children he only wishes to make peace through tickling not war & he intends to do that through his bounty hunting job though he does tickling for his own fun as well he does it to make people happy more then himself. |
| Character One Name: Axel Redress Gender: Male Age: 25 Appearance: Around 5' 8", has white skin color, dark blueish wavy hair that just touches his shoulders, and eye's that are the same color as his hair. He sports a black coat that turns into a sort-of claw at the collar, he leaves it unbuttoned at the top to show off a little of his bare chest, and it also shows off a black mark about the size of someone's palm on his neck. He also wears dark-blue colored pants, and black footwear. He uses a special black substance that he extends down his face in a single line to make it look like he's crying. He has some muscle, no real fat on his body, and has a pretty light frame for the most part. Personality: Mostly apathetic around others, turn's into a very nice guy when near plants. Otherwise, is a very hard person to get along with. Open's himself to others who like plants, and shares his ideas of filling the world with various form's of plant-life. He likes plants so much, that if he ever sees someone hurting plants in any way, he will either put his own life on the line to save it, or just to make sure that that person never hurts plants ever again. Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Human Rank: Tickle Guard. Also works in the dungeon, and with the local florist. History: Has lived a mostly calm life. Ever since he was 8 years old, he was fascinated with plants. He would often play in flower fields and lay in tall grass. When he turned 15, he devoted his life to the safety of all plant life, as well as founding an organization that takes care of rare plant life. But after a fire was started by a group of villagers in the forest where some of the rare, near extinct plant life he was tending to was growing, he had suffered a psychological meltdown, and had later abandoned his home and began to despise other humans for what they had done. It wasn't long after he began to despise his own humanity that he found a home of fairy's far away from any human settlement, and after explaining his past to them, they decided to take him in and teach him the ways of the fairy's, and of the forest itself. They taught him how to use nature magic, and how to use it for the betterment of the world itself, and not to use it to harm others unless they deserve it. He can command any form of plant life, and even take on various forms of plant functions for himself, such as photosynthesis, develop poison barbs on his skin, and can even manage special sacks inside his own body that can create many different kinds of plant based fluids. Many years later, long after he regained himself and became one with the forest and the fairy's that lived within it, the forest was almost destroyed by a group of knights from a kingdom some days travel from the forest who were looking to set up a base camp there. If it wasn't for Axel's quick decision to go with them in exchange for the knights leaving the forest, and the fairy's that live within it alone, they would very much have destroyed everything, and everyone who lived there. Thus began Axel's new life in the Tickle Kingdom. (I assume that's the name of it, since no other information is present?) And due to his powers and understanding of nature, he was quickly able to ascend the ranks, straight to the rank of Tickle Guard. Though he often spends much of his time working elsewhere, such as in the dungeon, torturing anyone who would dare to threaten his kingdom, as well as anyone who would dare to threaten anyone/anything he really cares about, or at the local florist where he helps tend to all the plants that grow there. Character Two Name: Chaos Gender: Female Age: 18 Appearance: Chaos has emerald green eyes. Long, wavelike, dark blue hair that ends just beneath her small behind. Long legs with cute size 10 feet. Each of her breasts the size of a magic 8 ball. White skin color with a bit of a tan set in. And lastly, Chaos's choice in clothes is nothing. (Aka, Chaos is a nudist) Personality: Chaos is very loving and gentle, being very protective of her friends and those close to her. But she can become evil minded and furious at others if they try to hurt her or her friends. And if she or her friends are hurt in some way or another, she can sometimes become completely consumed by anger, and will rage on everything in her path. She returns to her former self only after she makes sure either she or her friends are completely safe. Sexuality: Bisexual Species: Shape Shifter. Though very few know the truth. Rank: Tickle Guard. Also works in the dungeon, and at the local brothel. History: Unknown. Even to herself, due to some form of amnesia. Though she does know the following things about herself. Chaos possesses Hydrokinesis, (the ability to control water), and she believes this is the reason for her shape shifting ability's. She also possesses incredible super strength and high physical durability no matter how tall or small she is. She can extend her limbs, is an expert swimmer, a skilled climber, and she even thinks that she may possess the power of immortality. And while there are some select members of the kingdom that are aware of what she is and what her powers are, only she knows about the last one, and has never shared it with anyone else.....thus far anyway. |
| Name: Kelvin Blue Age: 20 Species: Aqua Demon Sexuality: Straight Rank: Royal Tickle Guard Appearance: About 5'6" with short, curly blue hair, green eyes, thin. When on duty, he wears red armor that covers everything from the waist down and (when fighting) a red helmet with holes for his demon horns, and carries around a sword and a shield with the royal crest on it (which, unsurprisingly, is a feather). When off duty, he wears a red t-shirt, shorts and sneakers. History: Kelvin is a (very) distant relative of the royal family. Unlike other Demon clans, the Aqua Demons no longer possess much social status or money in the kingdom, having lost it all 17 generations ago. Kelvin trained in the military in the hopes of obtaining the most well-paying job he could and regaining some of his clan's long lost reputation. He succeeded, his skill and powers ultimately landing him a spot in the king's elite personal guard. Having obtained the best position possible, however, he has become lazy, using any free time he has to party rather than train. As an Aqua Demon, he is stronger and faster than the average human, virtually immortal, can breath underwater, is not easily burned, and of course, he can manipulate water. Personality: Except for when he's been drinking, Kelvin tends to be a bit introverted, preferring to speak as little as he can. When drawn into conversation, though, he can become overly talkative and may start saying some embarrassing things. While on duty, he constantly works hard to maintain an air of professionalism, hoping to make himself seem more worthy of his position than he feels he is. Kelvin also tends to dislike things he considers "normal" or "stereotypical." For example, Kelvin hates the color blue because its the stereotypical color people expect Aqua Demons to wear. He chooses to wear red as a sort of protest against normality. |
| Name: Carna Voreil Gender: Female Age: 112 (mid to late 20's in human terms) Species: Half-Elf Sexuality: Attracted to Women Rank: Tickle Knight Appearance: Carna Voreil is like other half elves: tall and slender by human standards, short and stocky for the elven. Carna would be considered beautiful by either race's standard. Her skin is the tanned color of a human frequently in the summer sun, her brunette hair is a burnt umber, a wild mess of thick wavy locks atop her head. Her eyes are an elven pale green, the color of a woodland stream. Carna wears a vest of elven leather, light and strong; as well as a matching pair of trousers and well-traveled boots. The vest is admittedly small, exposing all of her skin between her lowest ribs and her hips, as well as being sleeveless. With the entirety of her soft yet taut belly exposed to the world, not to mention her smooth hairless underarms, she makes for a very hard to resist tickle target. Her preferred weapon is an elven short sword, emphasizing dexterity and finesse over brute strength. But when it comes to tickling, her fingers are her favorite tool. Personality: Voreil served as a knight under the previous king, often being sent out to scout distant venues: jungles filled with tropical dryads, mountains ruled by tribes of harpies… She isn't sure if she'll continue on in the new king's knights or strike off on her own. Carna is self-interested and hedonistic, often wandering off and pursuing her own pleasure and entertainment over duty. Her experience and skill keep her in good graces, despite her vices. She has expensive tastes: fine wines, exotic cuisine, even spending lavishly in the most upscale brothels in the capital… which means she's always in need of more coin and willing to be hired on the side for the right price. She's very confident in her own abilities, which often end up with her overestimating her own prowess, and underestimating her ticklishness before jumping into a situation. |
| Name: Gareth Greenslight Gender: Male Age: 25 Species: Human Sexuality: Straight, but whether he likes it or not tickling from anyone excites him. Appearance: Gareth tries to wear clothes that don't draw attention and help him blend in. Typically he dons a very dark green or black hooded cloak and leather boots encrusted with dried mud. Gareth generally has a number of easily concealed daggers, throwing knives, and lockpicks hidden on him at any time.He wears his family's insignia, a crossed feather and dagger, cast in silver on his neck. Underneath his light tunic is pretty much nothing, just ticklish flesh and undergarments. He has messy, unkempt black hair and intelligent gray eyes, along with skin that is smudged with enough dust to look darker than it is. He's actually quite handsome, if you remove the layer of grit. Rank: not in service to the Kingdom. Congregates with other thieves and plotters. History: He has harbors an intense dislike for authority since the Kingdom destroyed his rebellious House when he was a child, taking him from a luxurious life to a hard life lived on the streets. There he learned to strike back at the powerful by sneaking into their manors and pilfering their belongings, eventually making a name for himself as a capable hired thief within the underworld. He likes to look unassuming but always has an eye out for a potential job or useful information. He can handle his own in a one on one fight, but also has a very useful talent of making an escape when the situation isn't looking too good. Personality: Though he's still a thief, Gareth tries to avoid killing or (unless in self defense) though can be riled into a fight. He is known to buy drinks for random people in the bar or brothel with his stolen money, and thus is quite popular among the serfs due to his generosity with this. However, his ambition and arrogance are nearly unparalleled, though a quick poke on his body might quiet down the proud rogue... |
| Maxwell sat upon his throne. His facial expression was emotionless. But his true attitude was anything but. He gave a rather annoyed glance at his guards as he twirled his ivory staff. "So you are telling me that we can't catch a measly thief yet you guys are supposed to be my guards?" He sat up, clenching his staff firmly, ice crystals beginning to form over it. Maxwell stood up and began walking towards his guards. His demeanor changed as he was inches from them. "You are all going to be working over time. And one of you will be my personal tickle toy. That is, unless the prince cares to volunteer." Maxwell turned to look at the smaller throne and frowned yet again. "He's the same age as me yet he can't be bothered to show up." Maxwell turned back to his guards. "First to bring me the prince is spared from tickling. Go." Maxwell strolled back to his throne, planning on a trip into town to calm himself. |
| "A measly thief that the guards can't catch eh? I guess those pathetic excuses for hired bodyguards are just lumbering oaf's after all." Standing in a corner of the room, Silva listened to her liege berate his own royal guards for their sub-par efforts for apprehending the one thief that he had sent them to catch. To their credit though, they merely took the king's anger, respectfully looking down and not raising their heads even a second during the lecture, a fact which Silva found admirable. "I guess it's up to me then. This shouldn't be too hard. If I remember correctly, he's still somewhere in this town. According to reports sent in by the town guards... He likes to target nobles and people of wealth. So that's the only thing I have to go on for now. I need more information..." Slipping away from the castle, the Royal Archer donned her ranger's cloak, and set out for the nearest tavern to find some clues and hopefully, some answers. After a few minutes of searching around, Silva finally found what she was looking for. "So this is 'The Laughing Lass', hmmm? Seems like such a drawl name for a Tavern. Best I find what I came looking for and quickly move on." Opening the door, she pulled her robe closer, to make sure that her face wouldn't be recognized. Glancing about, she curiously saw a couple of stocks on a small platform, unsure as to their purpose. Carefully walking past the barmaids and the laughing occupants that were busy guzzling down mugs of ale and whatnot, she made her way to where a male bartender was standing behind the bar, wiping a glass with a white cloth, ready to ask a few questions about this mysterious thief prowling about the fiefdom. |
| The bartender stopped half way when he asked the hooded person what he or she would prefer to drink. Instead he swalled hard, turned on his heals, and started to prepare a cocktail which contained herbs and spices of names unkown to most of his other guests. Wordless he put the cup with its pale green liquid onto the bar table. He ushered one of his female servants to take over the job behind the bar and bent his head forward. "I dunno nothin about whatever you gonna ask" he insisted, although he knew this would not get him anywhere. Silva gave him some keywords of her quest in a low voice. The bartender became slightly pale. He repeated his statement, but his voice betrayed him. "You know that I will get what I want" Silva reminded him. "You need to be convinced?" Behind them there was suddenly some commotion. People and other folk rushed to the windows. Mounted shadows passed outside swiftly. Shouting and lashed whips could be heard. Reluctantly Silva turned her head. The bartender used this short break to disappear behind a curtain. Silva let him go. He could not really go anywhere. She mingled in the crowd at the window. From their excited chatting she surely could gather some information. |
| "Lets see...eye of newt...piece of snake..." Giselle threw the contents into the pot. Taking the wooden ladle, she stirs while trying to remember the chant. "Bubble bubble toil and trouble...fire burn and cauldron boil?" She stops to take a sip. Her face has a confused look, then she spits out the mixture in a ticklish laughter. Some of the mix lands on her chest, causing her to giggle incessantly. Giselle drops the ladle as her hands brush the watery substance off her. "Heheheh. Okay, so the tickle water works! Let's hope my mist spell can work with it." Filling up a bottle, Giselle puts the liquid into her pouch. Satisfied her bag is filled, she goes to put her dress on. Walking around in her corset and bloomers, she finds her white robe. "The King wanted to see me today. Hopefully the gold will be worth the trouble." Fully dressed, Giselle left her small home and made her way into town, towards the castle. As a member of the Tickle Militia, she was supposed to come to the King's aid when the need arose. Outside of that, she took many odd jobs around the area, using her magic to support herself. "It should be an easy task..." The young witch said to herself, unaware how much she was tempting fate. |
| "Out of the way, ya lump!" Brani called out, not stopping as she moved forward, crashing into the white robed witch as she had refused to stop walking, but hadn't given Giselle enough time to move out of the way. Letting out a yell, Brani dropped the bottle of ale she had been carrying as a similar looking bottle fell out of Giselle's pouch. "Look where you're going!" Brani snapped at the witch, grabbing the bottle from the ground, little realising it was the tickle water that Giselle had created "Almost made me spill my beer." She added, rather relieved that the bottle hadn't broken before storming off to the Laughing Lass, hoping for some quiet time there. Turning a corner to get to the pub, Brani stopped short as a group of horses were standing outside along with people in dark armour. Brani recognised the symbol on the breastplates of each, they were the soldiers of the Duchess of Kitzeln, not exactly the most popular of Nobles, what with her haughty attitude and willingness to punish people for the most minor infractions. Seeing the group of six soldiers (Brani just about made out there were four women and two men in the group), go into the Laughing Lass, the Dwarf grinned and followed them in, always looking forward to a bit of fun to break up the day. |
| Williams sauntered across the lively streets of the Tickle Kingdom with explicit thoughts haunting his mind. The area was more crowded than he reckoned, but that didn't stop him from accomplishing his objective. A sentiment of glee and eagerness quickly took hold of The Prince's spirits. Earlier that day, he had seen the most gorgeous damsel his eyes have ever laid upon. Blonde curly hair tied in a ponytail - just the way he cherished it - with beautiful pale skin that reminded him of winter's snowflakes. Her outfit covered no less of that flesh; a two-piece tunic that exposed her magnificent stomach and shapely curves, as well as her long and delicious legs. Oh, she looked like every inch of an angel sent from above. ...And she shall be his tickle toy, no matter what it takes. She was the only one worthy. Williams' eyes squinted in search of the gal. 'Tch, what can he do?' He knew his 'father' would be looking for him by now and should have already lashed his royal guards to bring him back for punishment. Although, The Prince wouldn't comply; the woman was primordial as of now, consequences be damned. She was meant to be his and nothing could stop him. Not even the king. |
| Jack huffed to himself as he headed back to the main room of the tavern noticing six people taking a seat at the bar & one other person taking a seat at a table farther away from the others. He greeted them with a smile "You all came just in a nick of time I was just about to lock the place up for the night. So what'll ya have?" He asks as he pulls out a quill & paper. The six people at the bar order their drinks then Jack steps out of the bar & goes over to the person sitting farther away from the others. "Anything to drink mam?" He asks taking note that this person is a girl. "I'll just have water sir." The women states in a gruff & nonchalant tone as Jack jots down her drink before going back behind the bar to start on the drinks as one of the people at the bar begins to look over their shoulder towards the girl a few tables away. "Hey little lady. How about you join me & my friends over here for a little party. We'll liven up your night." The girl just rolled her eyes at him before saying "Sorry sir, but I respectfully decline." However the guy wasn't done not by a long shot. The man was about to get up & try to persuade the girl but Jack grabbed the man's arm as he says "Sir, she said no. drop it. Unless you plan to try & pressure her into saying yes then I'm afraid you & your friends must leave before I force you six out myself." Jack says in a tone that left no room for argument. |
| "No!!! Please! S-stop thahahat!" Chaos yelled as she was being restrained to a wooden table and tickled senseless by Axel and some of his special tickling plants in the dungeon. "Only if you promise to wear some clothes when you're walking around in public from now on." Axel said as he looked at one such plant by his side, it had specialized feathers on either side of it's slick, slimy, and tendril like branches. "N-never! I told you the first ten times and I'll keep telling you, I'm a nudist! I don't wear clothes and i never w-w-wiiiiiillllllll!" Chaos tried to finish saying, but was interrupted as Axel commended his unique plant friend to continue torturing Chaos, and on this went for another 15 minutes before a random guard came in with a message for the two guards. "Axel! Chaos! I have a message for...you....." The guard trailed off as he looked at Chaos, naked, and being tickled silly by Axel and his plants. "Two." The guard finished his sentience. Then just looked blankly at them both for a moment before Axel asked... "You new here?" "Um, yeah, i just joined up a few days ago. Is this by any chance something that normally happens in the dungeon?" "Only when she decides to not wear clothes in public places. Otherwise, what you see and hear now is almost always what you'll see and hear in here." Axel finished as he approached the guard while his plant stopped tickling Chaos for a moment to see what the guard wanted. "So what are you here for?" "Um, right! The king had a meeting with the other guards about an hour ago, and i was sent here to see why you couldn't come to it." Axel cursed under his breath and turned away halfway through the guard's speech, he knew the king wanted to talk with him and the other guards about something big, but he had to deal with one such guard for her wrongdoings as of late. And that seemed to take up more time than he first thought. "Right. Well, you've no doubt got an idea of why i couldn't arrive on time. Just tell the king i had to deal with my partner in the dungeon...again. He'll understand." And with that, the guard left to deliver his message to the king, leaving Axel to look down the the helpless Chaos who was still trying to catch her breath from before. "So...are we...done here?" Chaos asked Axel as he just looked down at her coldly. "No. we're far from done. Thanks to you, we were both late for the meeting with the king. Now I'll have to punish you for the crime of keeping a guard of the kingdom from seeing his king when called for." Axel said as he looked at another nearby plant hiding in the shadows. It's branches slowly stretched out above Chaos's helpless body, ready to drop powerful tickle spores all over her naked body. "Wait! Hold on Axel, let's talk about this for a moment. We can still go see the king and see why he needed us, and I'm sure he'll understand why we couldn't make it. Just let me go and we'll both--HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!" Chaos tried reasoning with Axel, but was cut short towards the end as the other plant started dropping the spores all over her, leaving her screaming and laughing so loudly that most of the kingdom would no doubt have heard her. |
| "Dang it, dang it, dang it!" Kelvin half ran and half flew through the streets, sweating profusely in his armor. Every so often, he would see a guard walk into a bar or run in a panic. Any of them that saw him probably thought he was one of the panicking ones, and that was partly true. But in truth, he had already figured out where the prince was likely to go. He swerved, and weaved and bumped into several people, but Kelvin kept his focus, scanning the crowd to see if any of them was the prince in disguise. None of them were, however, and Kelvin soon reached his destination. It was a small house in the serf district, nothing that would stand out. Kelvin knocked on the door, and an elderly lady answered it. "...Yes? What do you want?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm looking for someone who's looking for your granddaughter, Evelyn Baker. Are either of them here?" The woman nodded with a frown. "Yes, that young man is here. Evelyn had some errands to run, so he... requested to stay here and wait for her." Kelvin quickly pushed passed her and came face-to-face with the prince sitting at a table in the dining room. Williams looked in his direction and glared. "Oh look, it's the most useless guard in the kingdom." "Your majesty," Kelvin said, ignoring the insult, "you've got to come back to the castle; your father is furious... and you know how terrifying he can be when he's furious." "I'm not going back without my new slave!" Williams yelled, standing up with enough force to knock over his chair. "I'll get her for you, I promise, but-" "That's what you said yesterday when I ordered you to, but you didn't actually do it!" Kelvin sighed, and calmly tried to explain himself. "I know that, but soon after that, the king gave orders for every one of the royal guards to chase down a thief that broke into the castle yesterday. You were there, you know that." "I don't accept excuses, and don't think my 'father' will stop me from punishing you just because you were following his orders or because you're one of his elites. But first things first: I'm not returning to the castle without Evelyn Baker." Kelvin sighed again. This could take a while. |
| Carna sat at the bar of the Laughing Lass, drinking down another cup of wine. Her cheeks were rosy as the liquor warmed her body and spirit, and she had an easy going grin on her face, her mood lightened by drink. The tavern was getting crowded, a number of rowdy individuals coming in. The half elf didn't mind, as long as none of them bothered her, and the usual riff-raff was usually smart enough to leave her alone. Sitting next to Carna was a woman in a ranger cloak, asking the bartender a number of questions. The woman kept her hood over her head, concealing her face in the dim light of the bar, keeping Carna from seeing her too closely. But she could see the longbow strapped to the woman's back, indicating she was an archer or hunter of some kind. The woman was asking the bartender about a thief that was apparently on the loose in the city. But unfortunately for her, the bartender didn't seem to have any good answers for her. The bartender knew all sorts of rumors about this thief, many of which contradicted each other. Some say the thief was a man, others a woman. Some people said this thief wasn't even human, and still more were saying that all these rumors are because there's more than one of them. The lack of anything concrete was clearly frustrating the cloaked woman. "You can tell me all sorts of tall tales, but can't you tell me anything valuable?" She asked the barman angrily. "Easy, girl." The bartender replied as he served a drink to yet another customer. "All the stories do have something in common. This thief likes to play with the people they rob. Just the other night, Lady Astorelle met the thief. She was blindfolded and tied up in her night clothes…" the bartender leaned in and lowered his voice, and Carna did the same, getting a little closer to the barman and the cloaked woman in order to eavesdrop. "…and the thief spent all night tickling her silly. Ne'er said a word, just spent half the night tickling her belly until she was half mad. Apparently the thief owns a bunch of harpy feathers, and y'know what they can do, miss. When her maids found Lady Astorelle in the morning, she had a harpy feather stuck down her waistband and was still giggling from it, poor young lady. That's the thief's calling card: all the victims are found with a harpy feather, still laughing the next day. For all we know, the thief might actually BE a harpy. Wouldn't that be something?" Carna was enjoying the barman's story, but ended up leaning in too closely. The cloaked woman noticed her, and turned to glare. "Ah, sorry!" Carna said quickly, pulling back, "didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just like a good story. I hadn't heard about this harpy feather thief… guess we should all watch our backs tonight, huh?" The cloaked woman stared at Carna dubiously, as if she were adding the tipsy half elf to her list of suspects. Carna merely shrugged and turned back to her drink. She noticed a dwarven woman had sat down on her left, apparently bringing her own bottle of drink with her to the bar. Carna glanced at it curiously, noticing the engravings on the glass were more elaborate than your standard glass of beer or wine. Was it some kind of dwarven spirit? It wasn't easy to see the engravings in the dim light, even with her elven eyes. Carna leaned in closer, wondering if maybe she could even sample a taste of the mysterious drink while the dwarf's back was still turned… Just at that moment, a soldier walked past: a red haired woman with a long braid down her back, wearing the black chainmail marking her as serving the Duchess of Kitzeln. The redhead stumbled and bumped into Carna and the dwarf woman. In the process, she tipped the strange bottle, and some of it spilled over and landed on Carna. The liquid made contact with the exposed skin of her left side, and as it did she immediately twitched in surprise. It tickled! Where she was wet, it felt as if a hundred tiny feathers were wriggling over her soft skin, each one acting with an intelligent and devious mind of its own. Her self-control somewhat dulled by drink, she immediately burst into surprised laughter, giggling melodiously. "Hey, watch where you're going!" The dwarf called out to the redhead, apparently not intimidated by the fact that she was a soldier, and looked to have a handful of companions nearby. "Don't you have any manners!" The dwarven woman then turned to Carna, noticing her for the first time. "And you: you think it's funny when someone spills their drink?" Carna could only shake her head, unable to open her mouth lest more giggles come out of them, a giddy smile plastered on her face as she tried to wordlessly placate the short woman while at the same time wiping the ticklish liquid off of her body, trying to focus and not merely smear the water over her skin even more. Despite her innocence, Carna's laughing face was drawing looks from everyone around her: the dwarf, the redheaded soldier, even the cloaked woman talking with the barman. |
| Gareth was hunched over in the corner of the Laughing Lass, finishing the last dregs of his ale, when he decided it was time to go. He generally celebrated a successful heist by getting a drink at the bar, but always made sure to stay sober enough to keep his wits about him. It had been nice to stop by the Lass right after raiding the palace, but now that the place was filling up with City Guard informers and mercenaries it wouldn't be wise to stick around. Six black-armored soldiers had moved into the bar, whom he recognized as Kitzeln fighters. The Duchess of Kitzeln had a fearsome reputation for a reason; the last time he'd attempted a hit there he barely escaped, and with only half the treasure he'd hoped for. Gareth stood up, fingering the stolen object in his pocket with one hand as he handed his empty mug to a bouncy barmaid with the other. After paying the measly sum Gareth walked toward the nearest exit, which lead deeper into the city. His contact was waiting for him in the Gargelian Underground, a maze of tunnels and a congregation for riffraff located under the city. Why they wanted the little box he'd stolen mattered little to him, the prospect of angering the Kingdom's young regent and earning a heap of gold did. Passing by the dark-haired huntress, his fears were confirmed when he heard her inquire about him to the bartender, who responded with the familiar tale of Lady Astorelle. In hindsight, it probably hadn't been smart to make his presence known to the whole world with the high-profile tickling of the Lady, but her campaign against thievery and her part in the recent crackdown on crime had been enough to convince him to pay her a visit. The "harpy feather" found in the woman's waistband was actually an mistake. Gareth preferred not to leave calling cards, but he must have left something resembling one in the crime's vicinity, and since then every two-bit rogue and thief had been copying him with their own harpy feathers to gather fame for themselves. Luck never seems to be on my side, he mused to himself. Gareth's thoughts were interrupted by a crash as a buxom dwarf woman and one of the Kitzelnian soldiers collided, spilling the dwarf's drink all over a pretty Elven woman nearby. To his surprise she broke into laughter, clawing at the wet splotch on her sides while giggling loudly. He stepped back to enjoy the view as the brave dwarf shook her fist at the red-braided soldier, whose chain-mailed comrades had sidled up near her. The tension in the bar was building: the occupants and barmaids were both intrigued by the laughing elf woman and angered by the Kitzelnian soldiers, whose reputation was less than stellar. It would be interesting to see how this played out. |
| Maxwell slowly made his way towards the front door. He had on his normal attire for he wanted his presence known. But he also had one of his guard's swords on his hip. His staff was locked in ice on his back. He couldn't help but smile. He probably caused his guard to have such a heart attack. He found the sword in the throne room. Though it wasn't on his throne like he told the servant to tell. He couldn't help but laugh as he made his way out and into the bustling town. "Ah, it truly is nice to get out." He chided to himself. He slowly strolled through a side street and out into a forest near the village. He enjoyed the fresh air of the forest compared to the normally dusty air of the market. It tended to help him clear his mind. |
| “Whad’ya mean you guys aren’t gonna compensate me for my ale?! I worked hard for this bottle of goodness!” Holding the bottle of mysterious clear liquid in question for everyone to see, the buxom dwarf started to yell at the 6 soldiers that had gathered up in front of her, the one with flowing crimson hair standing in front of them, signifying her as the leader. “I assure you, what happened to your little bottle of merriness had absolutely nothing to do with me, and is beyond my concern. You best watch where you’re pointing your pudgy little fingers, dwarf, before I really get annoyed. And a word of advice, you wouldn’t like me when I’m annoyed.” Folding her hands underneath her chest, the head soldier of the Kitzeln fighters gave the short female a sneer, before starting to walk away. “Oh are the big bad soldiers of the Duchess of Kitzeln so cowardly and cheap that they can’t even procure compensation for their wrongdoings? I thought I heard that they were scary, but it turns out I was wro-Hey! Let me go!” Gritting her teeth, she was hauled into the air by one strong arm from the head soldier, who had a predatory grin on her face. “Now you’ve done it, dwarf. Hey you, Bartender Jake! Yes you! Nobody is using your stocks for today, are they?” Gesturing towards a set of 2 stocks on a slightly elevated platform in the center of the room, all Jake could do was gulp as he slowly nodded, careful as to not let a fight break out in his bar. “Good. Let me use them for a while. I think we need to teach this dwarf here some manners.” Tossing a couple of gold coins towards the Bartender for letting her use the stocks, she man-handled the struggling dwarf into them, locking both of her victims feet into the stocks. “Actually, while we’re at it… There was a certain Half-Elf that bumped into me as well, wasn’t there. Step forth now!” Scanning the crowds who had stayed in the bar, she saw two of her own soldiers push forth the still-giggling half-elf who was still clutching her sides. “Oh ho ho, you think this spectacle is extremely funny, do you? Let’s see how funny it is when you’re up here as well.” Before the grinning half-elf could protest further, she found her feet locked in a pair of stocks, right next to a trapped angry female dwarf. As Jake the bartender started forward in protest as well, a quick glance from the head soldier quickly silenced him, leaving his feet frozen and stuck to the ground in fear. With a flourish of her hands, the red head easily pulled both of the dwarf’s metal boots, as well as the half-elf’s well-travelled boots off their feet, leaving both their creamy soft feet exposed to the cool air of the bar. “Before we begin, would you like to tell me your names, dwarf and half-elf?” “My names Brani, and you better let me out of here right now!” “Mines Carna, so pleehheheheeheese let us out!” “Well well, Brani and Carna… My name is Kathryn of the Kitzeln fighters, soldiers to the Duchess of Kitzeln. I have one more question for the both of you. Are you by any chance… Ticklish?” Smirking, Kathryn started to wiggle her fingers across the two pairs of soles in front of her, to the loud cheers of the crowd around her. Brani’s eyes opened widely as her mouth made an o-shape of surprise, before she barely caught herself, clamping her mouth shut and biting her lip in order not to let the giggles bubbling inside her escape. Next to her, Carna, who was already slightly intoxicated and still suffering the effects of coming into contact with the tickle water, was already in hysterical laughter, clutching her sides as she felt the dancing digits of the head fighter of Kitzeln explore all over her sensitive soles. Blinking at the spectacle happening before her, Silva had to shake her head slightly to concentrate. “If I remember correctly, that dwarf, Brani, had something… A bottle of liquid. That was the thing that made that half-elf, Carna, turn into a giggling mess. I wonder what’s inside that bottle…” Carefully making her way around the crowds looking on at the ticklish event in the center of the bar, it wasn’t long before Silva heard another female voice finally burst out into giggles, joining the already laughing Carna in a cacophony of laughter. Seeing her prize sitting on a table in a corner of the bar, Silva stretched forth a hand from her cloak, ready to grab the bottle. As her hand clamped down on the neck of the bottle, she saw another gruff hand reach out, grabbing the bottom half of it. Tilting the hood of her cloak up in curiosity, she came face to face with the one person she was searching for, but couldn’t recognize, as she hasn’t seen him before. Grabbing bottom of the bottle she wanted was Gareth the thief. |
| Giselle hurried down the street towards the castle's entrance. The witch needed to hurry if she was going to make her appointment. "Oh, I hope the king didn't decide to leave yet!" Out of breath, she makes her way to the guarded entrance. "Hello, I'm here to see the king. I'm Giselle Bonnefey, I have an appointment." The guard shakes his head, "I'm sorry, the king is out. Come back later." Giselle frowns, then opens her bad. She closely examines the bottle. "Oh no! This is alcohol! That dwarf!" Quickly, she scurries back into town. She needs to find that dwarf and her tickle water. |
| Quickly covering her mouth with her free hands to stop the giggles from spilling out, Brani curled her toes as she felt the fingers wiggled up and down her tiny soles. Her face went red from the cheer of the crowds, enjoying the sight of the Dwarf and Half-Elf squirm about in their stocks. Brani actually spared a full fledged glare towards the Half-Elf, instantly blaming her for her current predicament and planning devious revenge. Something without clothes and a feather pit of some kind... A long nail being dragged over her large toe brought Brani back to reality however and she jumped in the stocks, her face red from trying not to laugh. In truth, her feet were far from her most ticklish spot, that dubious honour going to her breasts and buttocks. But even those devious fingers stroking along the skin of her soles and toes was enough to make her want to break free from the stocks and escape. Maybe even place Kathyrn in them to show how a real tickler managed things. Pounding her fists against the stocks as she tried to break free of them, Brani would find that her wrists had been grabbed by the other guards and hoisted above her head, Carna sharing a similar predicament although she was giggling even now as Kathyrn stopped the tickling to turn to the crowd. "Why leave it at the feet?" She asked rhetorically "These two beauties are hiding themselves from us with clothes. Shall we take off the garments so we can see how ticklish the rest of them is?" A cheer from the crowd showed how popular this idea was and Brani howled in protest and struggled as her chain mail was taken from her. Her resistance faltered as Kathryn raked her nails over the Dwarf's arches a few times, leaving her a spluttering mess as she and Carna were stripped to their waists. |
| "She was here, I am sure of it!" The Prince scanned the market area attentively. He had bumped into her in this exact spot and the whiff of her blond hair still lodged in his nostrils. "I am such a fool; I should have followed her right there and then. Now, I have lost her - possibly forever. Goodness, what was I thinking of leaving such oh so lovely damsel alone?" Williams scratched his dome vehemently in frustration and grumbled, cursing his stupidity, though his determination remained unshaken. The Prince shook his head and trudged back in the palace's direction. He had been walking for an hour now and all hope of finding the stunning beauty was nearly diminished by now. Perhaps the King'll be lenient if he apologized for his disobedience... ...BAM. The heir to the throne wasn't paying attention and involuntarily barged into a hooded figure. 'Woah...this is quite the déjà vu. ' Williams mused, fixing his clothes. A familiar fragrance infiltrated his nostrils. The cowled individual turned around and gave the Prince a sincerely remorseful look. With a feminine tone, she rushed an apology: "I am tremendously sorry about that, Prince Williams." As the latter shook it off with a hand motion, the woman offered a gentle smile and carried on her route, her hood slowly lowering with her hurrying steps. Williams' eyes widened at the color of the lady's hair. He had kept doubts in the back of his mind; the blue eyes, the clothes, the scent, the breathtaking smile and the accidental bump. All seemed coincidental, but everything added up when he noticed the long blonde hair. This was the maiden he was looking for! "Just a moment!" The Prince sputtered at the hooded lass. The woman spared a glance at the ornery man and began sprinting towards the enchanted forest, outside of the Tickle Kingdom, taking Williams completely by bewilderment. 'Is she insane? Does she not know the dangers of entering that forest?' Quick to snap out of his stupor, the King's adoptive son shortly dashed after the blonde, not willing to lose his target from sight. |
| Jack huffs to himself as the maids finish cleaning up the mess from earlier, "This job's gonna be the death of me someday." he mumbles as he pulls up his hood & heads out the back door after locking the place up. He then heads into a forest until he reaches a stable with a lone horse inside it, "Hi there, Nightingale." Jack responds as he pets the horse affectionately. Nightingale whinny's in response to her master as Jack let's her out of the stable & get's on her back before galloping off deeper into the forest. (I Have to find the legendary spirit sword for his highness & soon otherwise the king won't fulfill his destiny & the whole kingdom will be destroyed!) Jack thinks to himself now more determined then ever to find what he's looking for. |
| "Is that so?" Axel said to a tree in the center of town, who was telling him of the many things going on in the kingdom as of late. "I suppose the forest is our next stop then Chaos." Axel says as he turns around to face his companion. "And would you please wear something less revealing than that?" Axel was of course referring to the dark-blue silk dress Chaos was wearing that was very thin, and thus enabled almost everyone to see through it. "Hey! Don't complain. It counts as clothes, and that's all that matters. Besides, i got one of every color, so you don't have to worry about this one getting ruined or anything like that." Though Axel knew Chaos was being a smart ass, he decided to let it go and explain what their next move was. "The tree spoke of many people gong into the local tavern. Such as the prince himself, and that thief that everyone's been talking about as of late. It also says that the prince left for the forest, and it appears the king is somewhere in there as well." "So let me guess, you go one way and i go the other?" Chaos asked, already knowing what Axel was planing. "Right. I'll take the forest, for obvious reasons. And you can investigate the tavern." And with that, Axel and Chaos both went their own ways. |
| (...I got ignored. e:angry ) Kelvin scanned the crowd, his panic finally giving way to frustration. How did I let him get away from me like that? I got him to agree to go back to the castle with me, but when we arrived in this market, he disappeared. I guess I should've anticipated he'd do this--the prince has a very one-track mind. Despite asking the people in the crowd if they'd seen anyone matching the prince's description, no one could give him a clear direction as to if they'd had and where he'd been going. Deciding he needed to cool down and collect his thoughts, Kelvin went over to a stand selling oranges and bought one. He mumbled to himself as he pealed it. "Maybe I'd have more luck if I asked whether anyone's seen that Evelyn Baker; if I could find her before-" "I saw her not to long ago." Kelvin jumped in surprise, almost dropping his orange, and turned back toward the orange salesman. "Huh? You did? Where was she going?" The salesman pointed to the left and replied, "She usually goes out the west side of the kingdom this time of day." "The west side?" Kelvin glance in the specified direction with a very confused look. "But the only thing on the west side of the kingdom is the enchanted forest. Why would anyone go that way?" "Hey, I'm just a minor character thrown in to give you a clue; I don't know the how or why," the man replied with a shrug. Kelvin rolled his eyes and started running off. "Hey!" the salesman called after him. "A tip for the info would be nice!" |
| Carna could only watch in a giggly daze as the Kitzeln soldiers removed her top along with Brani's. Stuck in the stocks and outnumbered three to one, there wasn't any way of resisting them. And that'd be counting Carna and Brani on the same side. Judging by the glare the dwarf was giving her, that was no guarantee. Carna could only look back sympathetically, but it wasn't her fault the dwarf had mouthed off to those soldiers. If anything, Carna should be the one glaring at her! The half-elf barely had time to catch her breath from the feet tickling, and that combined with the strange after-effects of that liquid had left her quite giddy. Kathryn had been quite talented, her nails gliding along the half-elf's long, slender feet with an experienced ease. The redheaded woman had known just the right spots to make her giggle, and just the right methods to make her squeal loudly. And then there was that tickle water… Carna finally had a moment to think about it as her body was exposed from the waist up, to the hoots and cheers of the increasingly rowdy bar. Her arms were raised high above her head and tied to a wooden pole, leaving her body taut, her arms and belly stretched, her breasts high and firm on her body. Next to her Brani was in a similar situation, although with her short stature her wrists couldn't be tied over her head, so two of the soldiers held them out, the two of them combined too strong for the dwarf to resist. Her large bosom was also alluring to the crowd, and the two women combined made even the soldiers stop for a moment to admire their prize before continuing. It gave Carna time to think about the tickle water, which is what it had to be. How had the dwarf gotten her hands on it, was she an alchemist of some kind? No, she had been treating it like a drink, although Carna could only imagine what effect that would have. That Brani had no idea what she had, or what it was worth. And now the stuff had splashed all over her bare midriff, and even now that the moisture was gone she'd be extra sensitive for at least a day. Not that she needed the help, the area being even more ticklish than her feet. It was exactly the wrong time to be tied up by soldiers looking for an excuse to tickle you all night long. Carna was just starting to think about how she was going to get herself out of this mess, when one of the Kitzeln soldiers climbed onto the stage the stocks were on, walking behind her. The soldier was a dark haired woman, and had been given permission by their redheaded leader to play with the half-elf while Kathryn devoted herself fully to the dwarven woman. The dark-haired woman leaned in, and Carna could feel her chest press softly against her bare back. The soldier's fingers rested gently on Carna's bare sides, making her flinch, the area still extra-sensitive. The soldier noticed this with a raised eyebrow as she leaned in to whisper in the pointed ear. "Well well, aren't you a ticklish one? So sensitive already… it just makes me want to tickle tickle tickle you all night!" As she started saying 'tickle,' emphasizing it each time, the woman began grazing her fingers up and down Carna's sides, starting with a sensual, teasing touch. The tickle water having taken its toll, Carna couldn't resist, and immediately began giggling again, light laughter pouring melodiously from her lips from even this light tickling. The soldier's slender fingers caressed up and down her sides, exploring the curvature of her body from her hips up to her ribs, finding the taut skin deliciously ticklish. "My my, are all elves as ticklish as you? I've never gotten to play with one before." The dark haired woman's fingers began to playfully claw their way up Carna's body. Starting at her hips, a series of quick little squeezes worked over her tickle spots, making the half-elf squirm and snicker each and every time. "No, they couldn't be. I can't imagine anyone as ticklish as you. Such a ticklish woman you are! Ticklish here… and ticklish here…" The teasing whispers in her ear were making it even worse, and Carna couldn't help but listen and feel even more ticklish each time that woman said the word. It was maddening, turning the beautiful elf into a ticklish plaything. The squeezing fingers moved up to her ribs, which hadn't been exposed to the water and allowed Carna to catch her breath, giggling softer. She could hear a disappointed pout from the woman behind her, who continued to move upward. She hit gold again, this time in a naturally ticklish place: a spot between the sides of Carna's breasts and just below her underarm, where scritching fingertips caused a flurry of giggles to bubble out of her. "Ah, there's another tickle tickle tickly spot." The dark-haired woman cooed. "I think I'm going to have to take you in for… 'questioning,' and find out every ticklish spot on this lovely body of yours…" Carna could only moan and giggle at the thought, as she the soldier continued to play with her. Brani wasn't doing too much better. Kathryn had discovered that if she wriggled her nails over the dwarf's rear, Brani would sputter into irresistible laughter, bucking and twitching in a vain attempt to escape. She'd try and curse the redhead with her spare breath, but it was more and more filled with laughter as the tickling continued unabated. Her squirming was causing her breasts to jiggle alluringly for the crowd, which hooted their enjoyment at the topless woman's struggles. That combined with the seductive show Carna was giving as she her pulled-taut body was played like a lute by her dark-haired tickler was turning the crowd into a lustful and rowdy affair. Drunk patrons jostled and pushed to get a better view, and their faces were transfixed, some almost drooling at the sight before them. It was only the glaring looks from the remaining two Kitzeln soldiers acting as bodyguards that prevented them from swarming the stage, or turning the whole establishment into a ticklish brawl. But the two exchanged a concerned look, not sure if they'd be able to hold back the lusty bar-goers if they decided to rush the stage and tickle captives and ticklers alike. |
| Gareth looked the hunter woman right in the eye for a brief second as their hands both grabbed the same bottle, then pulled his gaze away from her features down towards the floor. "Sorry, miss" he said, hoping she hadn't recognized anything strange about him, "I didn't realize this was your drink". The Huntress gave him a good look, then pulled her bottle over by her and turned away, frowning. Before she could get another long look at him, Gareth the thief slunk back away from her part of the bar. By the gods, let her suspect nothing he prayed. Hopefully the intriguing spectacle going on in the center of the room would cause his pursuer to not think twice about him. He looked over at the Kitzeln soldiers, who were in the middle of an intense tickling session with the two women who were acting funny earlier. Two Kitzelnian men and two women stood guard, keeping the various laundresses, minstrels, drunkards, and maids away, while the final two soldiers brutally tickled their chosen "perpetrators". The red-haired lady, who seemed to be in charge, had pulled up the skirt of the dwarf and was brushing her nails over her rear in swirly motions, causing the shorter woman to curse and wiggle, as well as her breasts to shake. Gareth admitted that he found the bosom-shaking rather arousing, as evidenced by the stir in his loins. The elven woman was getting tickled all over her upper body by another female soldier, who was talking to her whilst skritching away at the softest parts of her hips, underarms, and belly with her nails. She was telling the elf something, but Gareth dared not inch close enough to hear it. However, the dark-haired woman's smug grin made him remember how much he hated the nobility, especially those who abused other people like this. He suspected that the elf and dwarf were themselves members of the Tickle Guard or something, but it was still humiliating for them to undergo this. That led him to in turn remember that he had a job to complete. Gareth figured that it was time to go before the "Huntress" wizened up to his presence. She seemed like the quick-witted type. Though he was ready to leave, he couldn't just go without shaking things up a bit. The thief knew that although the crowd was pleased with the newest source of entertainment, they still had a low opinion of Kitzeln. After adjusting his cloak over his face and walking to the nearest exit, he turned towards the center where the soldiers were tickling their prey and shouted, "The Duchess of Kitzeln is a dirty harlot!" Immediately their leader's face turned as red as her hair. She stopped her tickling of the half-elf instantly and turned towards the source of the voice. "Which one of you ale-sodden fools said that?" she spat at the bar patrons, eliciting angry shouts from them as tensions rose. But by then Gareth was out the door on his way to the Gargelian Underground, for he had a job to complete. |
| “Who was it who said that! Come out and face your punishment for slandering the name of the Duchess of Kitzeln!” Glancing furiously across the bar, she tried to spot the culprit who had called her benefactor a “dirty harlot”. Her eyes finally finding her target, she pointed her finger towards... A surprised Silva, who looked around as the patrons of the bar that had a few moments ago treated her as one of them, now quietly opening up a path for Kathryn to walk through. Meanwhile on the stocks, Brani heaved in huge gasps of air, as her rear was finally given a break from her tormentor's tickly fingers. “So you’re the culprit eh? I thought I saw someone with a cloak shout out something. After that spectacle, I think you need to learn a quick lesson or two, after insulting the Duchess. And why would you look at that, they is one more pair of stocks next to that half elf! Men! Lock her in!” Before Silva could even process what was happening, the two male soldiers that were standing behind her grabbed her hands, man-handling her to platform. Pushing her down, the click of locks was heard throughout the bar, the struggling Silva’s hands tied above her head to a wooden pole behind her, similar to the positions her fellow Tickle Guards were in. “Darn… My bow is still at my table… That cursed man that I had come into contact a few seconds ago must be behind this! He was also wearing an identical cloak similar to mine. If I just manage to not give in to their tickling for just a while, I should be able to escape easily. I just have to not laugh for a few minutes...” Feeling the top of her cloak being pulled back, she tried to look back. There, she saw a long-haired blonde Kitzlen soldier, smirking back at her. “My my, I was actually quite sad, not being able to play with that curvaceous half-elf. She did look so enticingly ticklish. But you on the other hand… Oh my, you’re not lacking in any areas as well.” Feeling the strings at the back of her tunic being pulled, all she could do was blush crimson red as her top fell to the floor, her breasts spilling out for all the people in the bar to see. As some of the patrons continued cheering at Brani’s and Carna’s ticklish torture, others wolf-whistled, seeing Silva’s assets for the first time. “I think you might be even bigger than that Half-Elf over there… Carna was it? I wonder if you’re as ticklish as that dwarf too… Brani sounds like such a ticklish name, wouldn’t you agree?” Gears whirring in her head, Silva managed to connect some dots. “Wait… Brani… Carna… If I remember correctly, they’re both part of the tickle guards as well… Quite respectable positions from what I heard.” “What are you thinking of, you ticklish thing? Are you worrying about your friends? I don’t think you have time to worry about them… I wonder, are your feet sensitive? Let’s find out…” Grinning, she quickly made do of Silva’s leathers boots, throwing them off to one side. Wiggling her fingertips, she started to lightly trace circles across Silva’s soles, making the Huntress give a tiny grin. “Oh what’s wrong? Are you not that ticklish here?” Pouting, the Kitzeln Blonde continued to skitter her fingers across Silva’s arches, occasionally digging them into the sensitive spaces near her toes. Shaking her head, the Tickle Archer remained defiant, not letting so much of a sound escape her mouth. “I’m lucky that my feet aren’t as ticklish… I just have to hold out for a few more minutes. She seems like the type that gets bored easily…” “Awww… you’re not that ticklish over here… I do wonder though… I heard from someone that the larger a woman’s breasts are, the more ticklish they’ll be. And it seems that I have the perfect candidate to test this theory on!” Moving behind Silva, she rummaged around her pockets, feeling for something. “I know I brought it… It’s here somewhere… Ah Ha! Found it! Now get ready to laugh, you extremely ticklish thing!” Audibly gulping, Silva wondered what her tormentor had in store, until she saw two hand disappearing underneath her bosom. Feeling something stroking the undersides of her chest, she barely managed to suppress a wide grin, unsure of what tool was causing her to feel these ticklish sensations. Feeling the Kitzeln soldier lean close to her ear behind her, she barely heard two words. “Harpy Feathers.” Instantly, the blood in her veins turned cold, knowing what these feathers could do. She had heard that a female criminal had gone mad, just because her interrogator had continually tickled her with harpy feathers for an entire day. As the feathers continued their ticklish strokes, Silva found it harder and harder to contain her laughter, her head swaying side to side. “These Harpy Feather are so damnably sensitive… I don’t think I can hold out against them and that blonde’s annoying teasing…” Cracking open one eye, she glanced to her side, seeing Carna already in hysterics from her captivators ticklish ministrations. The dark-haired soldier kept stroking the sides of the half-elf’s jiggling breasts, making Carna scream with laughter, before going back to her ribs and underarms, causing her victim to burst into another flurry of giggles. Meanwhile, the blonde continued to tease Silva, not letting up her efforts. “You’re such a ticklish little thing… From that wide smile… The squirming of your hips… I can tell your breasts are indeed super ticklish, aren’t they? Coochie Coochie Coo!” “Carna… Stop laughing… You’re making it harder for me to concentrate… If you keep giggling like that, eventually I’ll start la-ahahhaaughing as wehehhheell!” Feeling the contagious effects of her fellow tickle guard’s laughter and giggling, a few of her own giggles started to spill out from the corners of Silva’s mouth, followed by a whole stream of laughter, her arms and body in a wild struggle to escape from the ticklish feathers. Smiling at the results, the blonde soldier moved the harpy feathers up to the front of Silva’s bouncing breasts, drawing circles with the feathery sides. “It seems you CAN laugh, my ticklish toy. Ohhh, how I can’t wait to break you… You’re just so ticklishly sensitive! I could tickle you all day and not get tired!” Moving one of her hands downwards, she let the harpy feather stroke across Silva’s trembling and taut tummy, before diving into the bottom of her tunic. “I wonder how it feels to have a harpy feather down… there.” Letting out a gasp of surprise as she felt the ticklish feather stroke down there, Silva burst out into hysterical laughter, feminine laughter almost as loud as Carna’s. “Tickle tickle tickle! Your breasts are so ticklish… Your tummy is so ticklish… Even down below is so ticklish… You’re such a ticklish little tickle plaything!” After a few minutes of tickling, which felt like an eternity to the three exhausted tickle guards, the leader of the Kitzeln soldiers raised on hand, signaling for them to stop. “You’re lucky that we have business elsewhere for today. If any of you three meet us again, I would love to carry where we left off.” With a turn of her heels, Kathryn stomped out, followed by her entourage of five soldiers. Taking pity, one of the female barmaids untied all three of them, and unlocked the stocks. Taking in a few breaths of delicious air, Silva was reminded of her top as she looked around, stares of the various people still on her heaving chest. Blushing again, she quickly retied her tunic, helping the exhausted Carna and Brandi to put on their tops as well. “That damn guy… I knew he was trouble from the start… Just wait till I get my hands on him…” Her breathing finally returning to normal, she gave all of her lookers a cold stare which could freeze anyone to the ground. Murmuring, all patrons finally got back to what they were doing, their entertainment having finally run out. Grabbing her bow and that mysterious bottle from her table, she looked at Carna and Brani, who she had propped up on two chairs, both of them still not having gotten over their exhaustion. “I’ll be right back… After I catch that cheeky person who framed me…” Running out of the bar, she barely caught a glimpse of Gareth’s back, said person walking his way down to the Gargelian underground, a place she was not too familiar with. “That’s it, come here you little…” Following him past a few sharp corners and turns, she finally landed herself outside a small door, which he just went into. “Wait… Isn’t this the infamous… Cackling Brothel? What’s a guy like him doing here? Oh well… When I catch him…” Opening the door, Silva quickly walked in, shutting the door quietly behind her. |
| With all other matters cast aside, The Prince's sole objective was to keep the blonde-haired target in sight. Being a fairly agile individual himself, he was quite astonished to see his toy-to-be sprint as swiftly as he could. "Trying to play hard to get aren't you?" he taunted playfully as he let out a lackluster, yet genuine chuckle. The noble refugee couldn't recall the last time he had this much amusement - she was definitely a keeper. Sweeping his legs to the limits, to his muscle's disdain, Williams focused on compressing the distance between him and his faithful loved one. "So be it, my lady! If it is a chase that you wish for, then it shall be granted! Just so you know, The Prince never lets his prey escape, no matter how hard they try!" A subtle, but audible groan was heard from the run-away gal as her energy was slowly being drained by her efforts of keeping her burning tendons active. Her movements grew less consistent and The Prince easily gained up on the dehydrated absconder, much as to be a few inches away from the prize reward. Grasping for straws, Evelyn pumped considerable strength down her calves and held her breath as a last ditch to evade The King's loose son, but even she fathomed it was no use. With a lamentable impact, the serf and the heir to the throne were tumbling down the grassy terrain in an endless rumble of tug-of-war. Clothes were ripped from the tussle and slaps and jabs were exchanged (mostly from the female), but Evelyn quickly found herself overwhelmed by Williams' superior strength. In the end, after fighting tooth and nails, the ingénue's arms and lower body were pinned down by her pursuer's weight. "Alas, I have caught you my beloved! Finally...you are finally and rightfully mine!" The Prince triumphantly boasted in between gulps of air. Needless to say, both of them were out of breath - the chase taking its toll with their stamina. Unable to contain his excitement, the man got straight to the point. "I hereby appoint you as my new slave! You should be honored, I'm a very picky man." Evelyn, on the other hand, did not appear remotely amused. "So that's it then? You're going to rape me? Torture me? Very well, then be done with it you abhorrent excuse of a human!" she spat whilst diverting her eyes from the intense stare of her captor as if to anticipate the beating that was to follow. However, that wasn't the case. "Hm, very tempting but no. I am not as vulgar as to do such vile things. I might be an immoral womanizer, but I am above all a man of honor. I could not do so much as harm such a lovely beauty such as you. No, that wouldn't be fair." His shiny blue orbs involuntarily scrutinized the many aspects of his prisoner. A wicked smile merged itself onto The Prince's face and his fingers began drawing in the air whilst simultaneously slinking their way towards his unsuspecting playmate. "Tell me my dear, you wouldn't happen to be ticklish...would you?" The fear in Evelyn's eyes answered his question, but before Williams could pounce, an odd and unsettling crackle aptly interrupted said torment. The two lovebirds peered behind and were aghast as to what they actually saw... |
| Nightingale comes to a stop in front of a shrine like building with a blue glow emanating from the depths of the building. Jack gets off of her & gives her a calm smile as he says "Stay here, okay girl?" Without hesitating Jack heads into the shrine to get the ancient blade. At least that's what he had hoped but instead of finding the blade he finds a big room with a puzzle in it. *sigh* "it's never easy..." Jack says as he scratches his head in minor annoyance. "Let's get this over with." |
| "So this is where you've run off to, Prince William." Axel said as he appeared from behind one of the many trees in the forest. The Prince and his newfound slave woman looked back at him in shock, until the Prince shot back... "What are you doing here? Did you come to take me back to the King as well?!" The Prince screamed back at Axel. He was not in the slightest bit happy that he was interrupted by one of the Guards the King trusted so much. "Yes. And I've also come to save this fine young flower from the monster who almost killed it." Axel looked down at the ground for a moment and walked towards the Prince and the woman. "W-wait a second, i wasn't trying to hurt her, i just wanted a new slave, that's all. You don't have to--" At that moment, Axel was already less than a foot away from them both, and he was looking down at the Prince with such discord in his eyes that even the Prince was starting to feel ill. "Get off of her you vile filthy fiend!" At that moment, Axel grabbed the Prince and lifted him up off the woman and tossed him away from her, scaring them both as the Prince made a mad dash away from Axel while screaming... "How dare you! Just you wait Axel! I'll make sure the King takes your head for this!" The Prince yells as he runs through the bushes. Then Axel looks back down at the woman and she says... "T-thank you for saving me. If you didn't come when you did--" Though she was interrupted by Axel who said... "I wasn't trying to save you." Then Axel pushed her aside as he bent down to look at something on the ground. It was a flower. A rare bread called Chocolate Cosmo. "Don't worry my little flower. No one's going to hurt you ever again. I promise." Then Axel dug his hands into the ground and pulled the flower out, roots and all, and the dirt that was around it as well. "But just to be safe, i better bring you back home with me until you're wounds heal." Then Axel started to leave the forest, but then stopped as he remembered something. "By the way, the Prince declared you to be his slave, is that correct?" The woman then nodded and said... "Yes, but there's no way i would ever allow myself to be his--" "I'm afraid there's no way out of it." Axel interrupted the woman as he whispered some words to the forest. And just like that, a giant tree root came out of the ground and grabbed her, causing the woman to scream. "If the Prince says you're his, then you must obey. If you do not, then you will be sentenced to a fate far worse than being his slave...in the Tickle Dungeon. And i should know. I work there after all." And with that, Axel begins his trek back to the castle along with the flower, and the Prince's slave woman. |
| Kelvin wandered through the forest, attempting to be as stealthy as possible lest the prince hear him coming and run away again. Unfortunately, "stealthy" is not really an adjective one can apply to someone wearing red armor in a forest. Kelvin started to wonder if he should change into something more suited to this task, when he heard the sound of a woman protesting not too far away. He hurried toward the noise and arrived to see... -what was his name?- one of the guards that usually worked in the Tickle Dungeon carrying a flower and manipulating nearby trees to carry Evelyn, passing her from root to root. At first Kelvin was relieved--the Prince would return without a fuss now. Then he was scared--he was not the one would get the credit for the Prince's return, so the king would throw him (and a bunch of other guards) int the Tickle Dungeon. Not to mention, the Prince might make him stay there longer for not collecting the peasant girl yesterday when he first gave the order. But as Kelvin continued watching, he suddenly realized the Prince was not with the other guard. "Hey," Kelvin called out, wishing he could remember the guy's name. "Hey, you." The guard turned toward him with a somewhat irritated expression. "Yes, what? I'm in a bit of a hurry here." "Have you seen the Prince?" Kelvin asked, when he came face-to-face with the other guard. With a nod, the guard replied, "Yes, he was fighting with his new slave and almost killed this innocent flower in the process. I'm on my way to make sure it gets plenty of care." Oh, right, now Kelvin remembered his name. This was the guy all the guards referred to as "Axel the plant nerd" behind his back. In hindsight, Kelvin probably should have realized that sooner. "Where is he?" Kelvin asked, trying to keep the Axel from switching the topic of the conversation from the Prince to the flower. "He ran off saying something about how the king would make me pay or something like that." "Wait, you let him get away?" Kelvin said dumbfounded. Axel blinked in surprise. "...Oh, I guess I did. But this flower is hurt and needs care--it's life is in danger, that's more important." "The Prince is in danger!" Kelvin yelled, suddenly getting very angry with Axel. "He's out here in the middle of the enchanted forest without any protection! Do you know what kinds of things are out here?" "Look, I'm sorry, but I don't know where he is and I have more immediate duties," Axel replied defensively. "Besides, I've got his new slave for him, so he--" "Does he know that you have her?" Axel stopped and rolled his eyes upward in thought. "I think s--well... actually... no, no, actually he left before I captured her for him." With a groan, Kelvin let his head fall forward and slapped it with his hand. "Then he probably still thinks she's out here somewhere, and he won't go back. There's no telling what will happen if someone hostile to the kingdom finds him out here, I've got to--" Kelvin slowly stopped talking as he realized the forest had grown rather quiet. He glanced up at the girl who had stopped protesting at some point and now seemed to be... smirking? "...Actually, I think I know how to find him. Would you mind leaving her with me?" |
| Brani and Carna gasped for air, recovering from their ticklish ordeal as they put on the clothing that had been unceremoniously stripped from them. They were helped by the dark haired woman who had also been stripped and tickled. By harpy feathers, no less! Carna shivered as she remembered looking over and seeing those ticklish instruments brush over Silva's bare breasts and belly, leading to irresistible laughter. The blonde Kitzeln soldier had even gone lower, and Carna could only imagine what that had felt like. But before Carna could ask for the dark haired woman's name, she had darted out of the pub, chasing someone or other. Carna got up to follow after her, until Brani spoke, stopped her. "Hey, this was all your fault!" The annoyed dwarf woman glared at Carna. "If it weren't for you giggling your silly elven head off, we wouldn't have been put up there!" Carna turned, looking at Brani curiously. "My fault? You're the one who was carrying around tickle water like it was ale. Very pure tickle water too, and you splashed it all over me!" Carna could still feel her skin tingling where the water had made contact. It was no longer making her laugh, but the effects wouldn't go away fully for a while, leaving the woman's bare skin tantalizingly sensitive. "How'd you even get it anyway? It must have been terribly expensive." "What?" Brani asked, surprised. "Tickle water? What are you talking about? I was carrying my drink with me, and was just about to gulp it down and order another!" Carna grinned, amused. "Good thing you didn't. If you had drank any of it, you'd be a giggly mess all night." But then Carna took on a more thoughtful and serious expression. "So someone switched your drink… but who? Could it have been that dark haired woman? She looked like she recognized us, although I don't know her. Maybe she was trying to get at you, or both of us?" "So its her fault, too?" Brani asked quickly. "Then let's go after her!" The dwarf stood up and swiftly started making her way to the exit. As she moved across the platform, she noticed the two harpy feathers that the blonde soldier had hastily dropped. Remembering that they weren't the easiest tickle tools to get hold of, Brani bent down and put them in her pouch. She made sure to do so carefully, without the plumes touching her skin. 'These will come in handy sooner or later.' Brani thought. 'Either to get at this dark haired woman or to get back at this silly elf!' "Wait, that's not what I'm saying!" Carna replied, although at this point the dwarven woman had a head of steam and wasn't listening to her, having stopped only for a moment to pick something off the ground before heading towards the exit. "Ah well. I'd better make sure she doesn't do anything too rash." Carna darted out of the bar after Brani, ignoring the sound of protest from the bartender that she hadn't paid her tab. Turning her head, she called back "What? That show just now more than paid for everything! Business is booming thanks to me!" The bartender sighed, as he couldn't deny the episode had gotten the bar active, and drinks were flowing twice as fast as before. With a grin, Carna went out after Brani. "Now which way did she go?" Brani asked, looking around for some clue. "If she's trying to get away from the crowd, or head somewhere disreputable, both reasons would make her go… this way!" Carna said, gesturing towards the narrow alleys of the seedier quarter of the city. Carna headed down one of the thin streets, Brani hurrying after her. They walked single file, unable to do anything else in the crowded walkway between buildings. As they moved, Carna noticed as people would casually brush past her. As they did, each time they made contact with the bare skin of her sides, Carna flinched ticklishly. The gentle touch of a cloak moving past her was almost like feathers stroking her sides. Each time she would wiggle and try to avoid contact, but managed to keep a straight face as the moved, trying not to reveal her temporary sensitivity to the townsfolk. But the spectacle wasn't lost on Brani behind her, who could see the half-elf twitching away from anyone's touch in an obviously ticklish reaction. "So this is what tickle water can do, huh?" Brani thought to herself. "Then I definitely need to get that bottle back. Look at her wiggle!" Brani watched as Carna's slender form moved delicately through the crowd, enjoying the silly show. It made her remember the harpy feathers she kept in her pouch… Finally they rounded a corner and came to an alley devoid of people. Carna paused against a wall, taking in deep breathes, having held her breath for the last stretch. "Whew. Give me a second, Brani. I need a moment to catch my breath…" |
| The thief turned left down an alley, then headed south, then took a right onto a cobblestone road in a decidedly poorer part of the city. Luckily, he drew his hood over his head and didn't draw much attention to himself as he took another left and ended up in front of a sturdy looking rosewood door guarded by an even sturdier looking bouncer. The brightly painted grinning lips on a sign hanging by the entrance denoted the establishment as the infamous Cackling Brothel, a place which combined good old fashioned prostitution with the Tickle Kingdom's specialty. Much as Gareth would have liked to have a young lass's tied, ticklish feet presented to him or to himself submit to the tickling affections of one of the place's experienced seductresses, he was on official business. The bouncer vaguely recognized him, grunted, and stood aside, allowing him to walk into the dimly lit Brothel. Not that it would have taken much persuasion to make that dumb sack of rocks give in, Gareth thought. The guard was notorious for his stupidity. Once inside, he allowed himself a moment to take in the Cackling Brothel's impressive interior. It had elegantly soft lighting and plush furniture, a sharp contrast to the rest of the buildings in its part of town. The walls were insulated with a substance Gareth could only wonder about, or perhaps an enchantment, in order to keep the activities inside private from the outside world. Though on the bottom story, several long couches were laid out in different rooms, as well as bondage equipment for those who didn't care if their experiences were seen by others. Gareth saw several men and women (the brothel was indifferent to the sex of the customer) on a large couch almost completely naked, playfully poking each other in the ribs and sides and giggling. Probably had had quite a bit of wine, Gareth reasoned enviously, as he headed further in. In another room, he could see through a wide open door a woman being sensually washed in a tub by two female workers, a common courteous treatment for those new to the establishment. The woman laughed furiously as one prostitute held her down and the other scraped a soapy-bristled brush over the arch of one of her feet. He was startled by a gentle poke to the side. Turning around frantically, he saw that it was a mature woman in a fancy dress with an impressive bosom and a powdered face. The Mistress of the Cackling Brothel, pointing a red-painted nail at Gareth. She was trailed by two prostitutes, neither of whom looked happy to see him. "Not you again, thief! You still haven't picked up the tab for the ruckus you caused here last time! Don't think we haven't forgotten about that..." One of her followers gave an indignant 'hmmph' at this. "I'm just passing through, Madame," he replied, "I know you've got a way into the Gargelian Underground in the basement. I've got a contact I'm supposed to meet in the depths today. Once I'm done with this, you can be sure I'll pay back all my debt!" The Mistress gritted her teeth. "A contact to meet? Likely you're just trying to skip town. I would tie you up and leave you somewhere in the Underground myself, if I didn't know you could untie the knots!" She continued, "But I have a better idea. The girls here told me they want a little payback for the havoc you caused last time, and as their kind employer who am I to refuse?" At this several guards stood forward from the shadows, as well as more angry prostitutes. Gareth looked from left to right at the small crowd of hostile faces, and internally cringed when he remembered his narrow escape after his drunken escapades last time. He wondered if he could pull it off again. |
The whole escort crew got tense when the bad, winding track through the forest slowly gave way to the fields that lay between the last line of trees and the tow. They were about to leave their home zone, the Enchanted Forest. Being Woodland People made them naturally mastering the hazards and quirks of that forest. Exposure to open land, even worse the density of buildings and people in a town made them uneasy. But they had a job to do. And the night was closing in. Their load was packed into three heavily loaded carts pulled by oxen. Although sturdy and slow, and ever to the ridicule of the townsfolk, they were the right beast to pull those carts. Henry Turnbuckle and his escort of six men and two female soldiers were arranged to the front and back of the line. Their job would only become serious after their load was delivered. It was the purchase price they had to guard on the way back. One of the leading horses stopped and raised its ears. The whole party made far too much noise, cursed Henry while trying to identify what had made the horse stop. He did not have to wait long. From behind a particularly densely packed set of trees emerged an odd set of four very different people. Two of them males, an Aqua Demon, and a particularly cute young women. They had stopped just in front of the trees, not being sure whether to meet or to flee. Henry waved one of his men, and one of his female soldiers, to follow him as he approached the waiting party, who had finally decided to stay. When he came closer he became aware that while the Aqua Demon could be identified as one of the King’s Guard, the man who stood next to the woman seemed oddly familiar. Despite of his clothes looking like having endured a prolonged infight, he seemed to be the one in charge. Only when Henry dismounted he saw who was standing opposite him. “My Prince. What are you – ah – do you require my service?” The prince looked annoyed. He was not fond of the Woodland People. “Yes. Get us back to town.” They arranged a mounted transport. While the prince insisted to ride a horse with the beautiful girl – Evelyn – sitting in front of him. Kelvin and Axel, carrying a rare and visibly damaged plant like a treasure which she truly was, found space on one of the carts. The prince did not have to ask about the cargo. He was aware that the King had ordered a new X-frame. Entering the town at night was no problem when the prince was a member of the party requesting entrance. When they reached the town they split into two groups. While two carts headed towards the castle, the majority of the escort and Henry went with the other cart. Getting the cargo to the Cackling Brothel required more firm hands. Once they arrived in front of the adult funhouse Henry went to the door and knocked. The stupid guard there waved him in. The Mistress was not far away, but busy with a man Henry had seen many times before. The black hair looked even more unkempt than usual. Anyway, he was keen to deliver the freight, make sure it worked well. The black haired man surprisingly seemed to be relieved about being disturbed. Soon a crowd of eager people gathered in the entrance. They wanted to see the new X-frame put to work. After a lot of sweating, cursing, hammering and tinkering one of the rooms now was equipped with a new piece of furniture. Four wooden beams went from the center horizontally. Anyone adventurous enough would have the arms and legs stretched by a considerable degree. The heights of the frame could be adjusted for easier access. The legs could be collapsed where the knees was placed and raised. There was another feature that Henry promised only to show when the first test session was in place. The Mistress made a show of auctioning a first session with one of her girls, but on the condition that anyone who wanted to witness the tickling could do so. One of the raunchier young men who did not make his money by selling apples put enough money on the table. He went for a pretty, slender blond girl who had to be convinced to expose herself with this much audience. Her top was removed, revealing perky round breasts. Her only remaining clothing was a skirt that ended half way down the calves. When she was strapped onto the X-frame, firmly stretched, his hands digged into her ribs. She squealed in despair. The next minutes would be remembered… |
| Giselle made her way through the village, trying to find the dwarf that took her tickle water. "Oh, if that gets in the wrong hands, I'll be in big trouble!" She tries to find the dwarf, but it is high noon in the village. The streets are packed with villagers as the market is in full business. Giselle finds herself getting squished by a large crowd. She squeals as a hand grabs her butt. "Pervert!" She shouts at the offender who runs off. Angered by the action, she chases after him. His figure disappears behind a alley as Giselle gives chase. "Get her!" A shout from all directions pierces Giselle's ears as the pervert's friends, both men and women, move to grab the witch. It appears that the grabbing of her butt was a ploy to draw her to them. Giselle knew of groups that singled out witches for their magic, and plain bigotry. "Feather Shield!" The young witch shouts as she channels enough mana in her body and claps her hands. At once, hundreds of feathers materialize from thin air, and strike the bandits who are in the radius. Shouts to grab the witch turn to shouts of laughter as the feathers tickle them through their clothes. One woman, with short dark hair, is turned into a laughing mess as her attire left her long legs bare. After what seemed a minute, Giselle let the spell dissipate. She admires her handiwork; every bandit is on the ground writhing and laughing. She approaches the man who grabbed her butt earlier. "I bet you regret that now?" He manages to nod while laughing hysterically. Satisfied, Giselle left. While she thought of calling the Town Watch, she decided to focus on finding her tickle water. Besides, the commotion was sure to attract attention. |
Chaos's Story After i finished investigating the tavern, and watching a good show of some people being tickled senseless, i decided to check out the brothel i worked at and see if anyone there had heard anything. Most likely they would since there's no telling how many freaks show up there. When i got there, i went inside to see Madame (her real name by the way, or so she keeps telling me) talking with some guy with black hair, who i swore i saw somewhere else before. "Hey Madame! How are things going?" I asked as Madame turned around to see me. "Why hello there Chaos, how are you today?" "Not too shabby. Picked up some new clothes, though only because Axel wouldn't let me walk around naked like i normally do." "Still as strict as ever i see. How is he by the way? I haven't seen him since the last time he came over to visit." I was about to answer Madame, but i took note of the strange man trying to sneak away while we were talking. Moving quickly i managed to grab him by the shoulder and turn him around to face me. "And who are you?" I ask in a childish tone. The man just looks at me strangely before saying... "No one. Look I'm rather busy so perhaps we could--" "You're not going anywhere until you pay off your tab. You're in enough trouble as it is." From the sound of things, this guy was in a lot of trouble. But no one would be stupid enough to come back to Madame without the money to pay off their tab. Unless he was here for another reason. "I already told you before Madame, once i meet up my contact in the Gargelian Underground I'll pay off my tab in full, but i can't exactly do that with you holding me up now can i?" At this point, Madame looked like she was ready to show this man the door, but i decided to step in with an idea of my own. "The Gargelian Underground? I know where it is." Both Madame and the man looked at me in shock for a moment before the man asked... "Really? Can you take me down there?" "Absolutely not! Chaos i forbid it, you are not allowed to take this man anywhere except to the stocks where he belongs." "Oh come on Madame, if you lock him up in the stocks, how will you ever get your money back? Besides, what if he's telling the truth? Are you going to just let all that money slip right through your fingers?" Madame seemed to loosen up for a moment, signaling my moment to get her on my side. "Look, I'll make sure he won't try anything funny while I'm down there. You know what I'm capable of, if he tries to escape before coming back with the money he owes you, I'll make sure he never leaves that place in one piece." The man looked at me a little unnerved at that comment, but seemed to have that pleading look in his eyes as Madame looked back at him. "*Sigh* Alright already, you win. You can take him down there. But if you two aren't back in a couple of hours, I'll call for the guards, you understand?" The man nodded, while Madame turned around to see some people bringing the strange contraption from before inside, leaving Madame to oversee the whole thing, while i led the strange man down to the cellar entrance. "By the way, i didn't catch your name." |
| About an hour before Henry found Kelvin, Axel and the Prince on the road. Kelvin nodded in approval at Axel's handiwork: Evelyn Baker was currently seated on the ground, back against a tree with her arms held over her head and her legs bound to the ground by roots. She didn't seem to pleased about it screaming and demanding to be released, especially when Kelvin removed her sandals. "Why are you doing this anyway?" she asked suddenly. "Are you so drunk on your power you think you'll get away with abusing me rather than looking for your precious prince?" "I'm doing this to find my 'precious prince'," Kelvin replied with a smug look on his face. "Or rather, to be more accurate, I'm doing this so that he'll find us. After all, he's looking for you, so the more noise you make, the greater the chances he'll hear you and come join us." The peasant girl looked at Kelvin in confusion and horror. "So you're going to torture me... to lure him out?" she asked, now trying to keep her voice down. "Do you know how big this forest is? Chances are he won't hear me even if you make me scream at the top of my lungs." "Oh, I bet he will," the demon said, summoning water from the air and preparing it. "The prince's ears are rather receptive to any sound resulting from tickling." Without waiting to hear any more of the girl's objections, Kelvin sent liquid tendrils to tickle the girl's feet. She immediately began giggling but wasn't making much noise yet. "You know," Axel suddenly said, "We don't really have time to toy with her and build up suspence; if you want to find the prince and get back before dark, she needs to scream as much as possible as soon as possible." Inwardly, Kelvin thought, You just don't want to stick around because of that flower you're carrying, but outwardly he said, "Fair point; I'll strike fast then." So saying, Kelvin summoned more water tendrils from the air and sent them to the peasent's exposed flesh. The water slithered between her toes, stroked along her sides and belly, spun in her navel and wiggled in her underarms. It felt wrong in Kelvin's mind to unleash a tickle attack like this without first doing a slow and thorough analysis of the ticklish effectiveness on each tickle spot, but the results were satisfying nonetheless. Evelyn exploded in laughter, squirming as much as the sturdy roots would allow her to. "HEEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO, STOP, QUIT IT, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Her laughter and begging were musical; it was no wonder the prince was so passionate about this one. Still, Kelvin didn't believe it was loud enough yet, and decided the tickling needed to be more... thorough. Kelvin summoned still more of the liquid tendrils, smaller this time, and set them to work. They slipped under the serf's garments to tickle the breasts, the butt and even the vaginal region. In response, the intensity of Evelyn's begging and laughing increased. "NOHOHOHOHO, GET OUT OF THEHEHEHEHERE! YOUHOOHOOHOOHOO CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T DOHOHOHOHOHO THAT HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" This went on for some time. Kelvin had to give Evelyn several breaks lest her throat get sore, but eventually, the prince finally showed himself. Unfortunately, he was ticked off. "What are you doing with my slave?!" he yelled, running forward and holding a sword to Kelvin's throat. "No one abuses my slaves but me!" Kelvin gulped a carefully nodded his assent, removing the tendrils letting the water splash to the ground. "Well, then," Kelvin said hesitantly, "can we go back to the castle now?" |
| As Brani oggled the bare and obviously sensitive skin of Carna's midriff as she leaned an arm against the wall of the abandoned alleyway, the buxom dwarf couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She reached into her pouch and pulled out both the harpy feathers, holding one in each hand. She quietly positioned herself behind Carna, reaching out with the feathers, and began brushing them against either of the elf woman's sides. The reaction was immediate. The sensitized half elf jumped and twitched, letting out a surprised stream of giggles as she felt the incredibly ticklish harpy feathers move against her skin. There was just something irresistible about harpy feathers that made them tickle so much more than the regular kind. Even the strongest wills couldn't resist long before collapsing into frenzied laughter, and Carna was still dealing with the effects of the potent tickle water. As she felt the feathers swish up and down her flanks, she tried to turn around and confront the dwarf. "Ahaha- Brani-ehehe, what are you do-hohoho-ing?" "What am I doing? Tickling you, of course!" The dwarf responded enthusiastically. Turning around brought Carna no respite, as now her sides and belly were attacked from the front. Each feather brushed inward to the smooth lovely skin of her taut belly, now shaking with laughter. "This is for getting us in trouble back at the inn, don't think I've forgotten!" Brani added, eyeing her ticklish belly hungrily as she flicked the feathers over every inch of skin she could find. Carna jiggled and squirmed on the spot, trying to figure out this new tickle attack, not the first today. Her first instinct was to retaliate, but the dwarven woman was wearing chainmail, putting her at a clear disadvantage. She could turn and run, but she needed an opportunity to catch her breath, or she'd draw all sorts of attention, running through the town laughing her head off. Meanwhile, the feathers kept moving, finding more and better spots to tickle. One feather was twirling closer and closer to her bellybutton, making Carna suck in her stomach as much as she could, wiggling in an attempt to keep that feather from finding its tickly target. But the other feather drew a path down her side and flicked over her hip, making her squeal in loud laughter she hoped no one else heard. It tickled so much! Instinctively, Carna reached out to stop them. Brani saw the defensive maneuver and pulled back with one of the feathers, but Carna managed to grab the other out of the dwarf's hand! "Hey, give that back! I'm not nearly done tickling you yet! There are so many other places to try…" "Ehehehee… That's enough of thahahat!" Carna declared defiantly, using the momentary break in tickling to make her escape. She turned and darted deeper into the alleyways, hearing the dwarf cry and start pursuing her. Thankfully, the half elf's long legs easily outpaced the short dwarven ones, and after a series of twist and turns had pulled ahead of Brani. With another turn, she emerged into a dense crowd of a market. But this crowd was much different than the others, with a number of people laughing! People were beginning to starting to stand and recover, and they all looked as if they had just recovered from a very intense tickling. It was the oddest thing, and Carna suspected some kind of magic was at work. But she didn't have time to figure it out or be careful of another magical spell. She had to complete her escape from the tickle crazed dwarf. She pushed through the crowd, blending in easily with the giggly men and women, of which she was one herself. Carna didn't bother to restrain herself as people brushed against her, easily tickling her sensitive sides. Nor did Carna resist holding the harpy feather casually at her waist, letting it passively tickle passersby in order to keep the crowd laughing and more distracted. Brani reached the laughing crowd, and tried to spot Carna in it. But unfortunately for the dwarf, her short stature prevented her from seeing over their heads, or pushing through the dense group. Carna pushed through and made her way to the other side, and continued on her way, the harpy feather she had taken still in her hand. She turned around, making sure that she had lost the dwarf's trail, and noting happily that she had. But as she did, she backed right into someone wearing a white robe and carrying a black and white staff. Giselle Bonnefrey, who turned to look at Carna, noticing the harpy feather the half elf was carrying. |
| “Where could that ticklish half-elf have gotten too…? I’m sure she went this way…” Muttering to herself, Brani kept twirling her remaining harpy feather in her hands, eyes looking out for her ‘companion’, which she seemed to have lost track of. “Ah bollocks to it. I’ll manage to bump into her eventually… And when I do… I better keep this harpy feather safe and sound.” Placing her harpy feather back into her pouch, Brani continued walking on wards, searching for Carna. However, as she passed by an alleyway, her eyes managed to look upon back door in the dark corners of it, which was slightly opened. Looking up, she started to read the sign on the door. “ ‘Backdoor to the Cackling Brothel. Intruders will be dealt with swiftly.’ Oh well, if the door's open, who am I to say no?” Slowly creaking open the door, Brani peered inside, checking if there was anyone, before going in. As she walked in, she realized she was in a room with many cubby holes lining one side of the wall, with one door leading back to where she just came from, one door leading into the Cackling Brothel, while another led to… a female bath? “I wonder who’s inside right now… Wait, there’s something in one of the cubby holes...” On her tip toes, Brani peered inside the small area, trying to see if there was anything of value. “Oh… Just some towels… No wait, there’s something underneath the towels! A leather tunic… A cloak… A small crossbow! This was the things that that dark-haired woman was carrying! This must mean she must be inside! Time for my payback!” Stripping herself of her chain mail as well as her other clothes, Brani grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her waist, before striding into the door leading to the bath. “Wait… It’s empty! There’s no one here!” Looking about, all Brani saw were some stools in front of some mirrors on one side of the room, as well as a large bathtub, filled to the brim with water in the center of the room. “Wait… There’s that dark-haired woman, wait till I give her a piece of my mind!” Seeing Silva casually relaxing in one end of the pool of water, all but with a towel around her waist, covering up to her chest, Brani dived in, slowly wading her way towards the female human. Eyes widening in surprise, Silva looked at the angry dwarf headed towards her, unsure as to how she had found her. “Brani? How did you get here? Are you chasing after the thief too?” Before Brani could open her mouth to ask or say anything however, both of them heard multiple female voices, coming towards the bathroom. A finger over her mouth, Silva motioned for Brani to go underwater, herself doing the same thing. Grudgingly, Brani complied, not wanting to be found out by the people that were coming here. As they both held their breaths and dived into the water, just in the nick of time, numerous female prostitutes, the ones that were working at the Cackling Brothel, flooded their way into the bath, all of them with only a towel wrapped around their bodies for modesty. As all of them slowly clambered into the bath to clean themselves, Silva slowly motioned for Brani to follow her, pointing to a small area of the bath that was not yet filled, signaling for the both of them that it was time to get out. As Silva started to wade her way underwater towards where she had pointed out, Brani noticed Silva’s feet, both of them looking quite… tempting, in the clear waters of the bath. “I wonder if she’s ticklish as well. Oh well, only one way to find out!” Holding her breath, Brani followed Silva forward, her fingers ‘accidentally’ stroking over one of the exposed arches of Silva’s feet. Feeling as if electricity had suddenly jolted her feet, Silva pulled her foot away, glancing back at Brani with a stern gaze. Shrugging her shoulders in mock apology, Brani motioned for Silva to continue on. As Silva turned her back again and started to wade forward, Brani made a tiny dive forward, again ‘accidentally’ bumping into Silva, digging her fingers into the unsuspecting Tickler Archer’s sides through her towel. Seeing Silva’s face go slightly red with the effort of holding her giggles, as well as her breath, Brani mischievously started to squeeze at the unwary Silva’s hips. Unable to hold her laughter in any longer, Silva burst out of the water, grabbing her sides as giggles flowed out of her throat, relief at finally able to release them. As she wiped away a few droplets of mirth from her eyes, Silva glanced around, seeing the female prostitutes while they were in the bath with surprised expressions on their faces at seeing someone unfamiliar suddenly pop out while they were bathing. Glancing back down into the water, she saw Brani cheekily making her way back underwater towards where most of them were in the bath. As Silva was about to open her mouth to try and explain herself (and hopefully buy enough time to make a run for it), a girlish giggle was heard from amidst all the young girls. “Did you just tickle my behind, Sasha? I know your tummy is soooooo ticklish! Coochie coo!” “Stop poking my hips, Claire! You know I’m ticklish there!” “Hehehhehe! Who’s tickling my feet! Ohhh, you are SO going to get it now, Crystal! Tickle Tickle!” “If that’s how you want to play it Natalie, I can tickle your thighs as well!” With opportunity gleaming in Silva’s eyes, she watched as the tense atmosphere from a few moments ago suddenly broken down into ticklish giggles, all of the girls getting tickled by someone, be it another prostitute, or a cheeky dwarf. Towels were being flung off each of the laughing girls as manicured fingers started to roam on each of their bodies. “Thanks Brani, I’ll be sure to repay you…” Muttering under her breath, Silva started to make her way towards the ladder leading out of the bath. Feeling a strong tug on her back, the Tickle Archer had no time to react, as her towel was also pulled off her by surprise, a grinning blonde the culprit. “It looks like our new found friend is also hiding a few treasures underneath her towel. Care to have a little fun with me?” As the blonde dived with outstretched fingers, Silva carefully side-stepped her, pulling her own towel away from her as well. “Now it is quite even, don’t you think?” Smirking back, the blonde turned around, hands ready to grab at Silva. Not finding enough time to dodge, Silva locked hands with her opponent, both of them wrestling in the bath filled with laughter. “You’re quite strong, but I never did say I was fighting alone!” Feeling fingers digging into her underarms, Silva leapt up, screeching with laughter. As she dropped back down into the pool, she saw a woman with black hair, her towel already flung off, wading next to the blonde, her fingers also wiggling menacingly in the air. “It’s okay; I can handle a two on one. Don’t think you won just yet.” As the blonde made a move by diving forward again, all Silva had to do was to give a small poke to her exposed sides, the girl in question falling into the water in giggles. As the black-haired woman cautiously walked forward, Silva dived under the water, swimming towards her quickly. Before her second victim could react, Silva wrapped her hands around her ribs, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh with ticklish accuracy. As she let go of the laughing woman. Silva looked around, seeing two red-heads heading towards her, each of them surprisingly still having their towels around their waist. Gulping, Silva started to move backwards, before her back touched the wall of the pool. “Uhmmm… Time out?” A few moment later, Silva’s laughter could be heard the loudest amidst the cacophony of giggles and chuckles in the pool, as her arms were stretched away from her sides, each of the red-heads holding one of her hands with one of their own, while their other hands slowly scrawled in her sensitive hollows, both of them with a smirk on their faces. Just above the water, the black-haired prostitute from a few moments ago was now in front of Silva’s chest, her fingers darting back and forth between the Tickle Archer’s ribs and her well-endowed chest. Finally, underneath the water, the blonde was having her find with Silva’s feet, grabbing at both of them with the nook of one arm, while she dug at Silva’s feet with her other hand, paying close attention to the poor Tickle Archer’s toes. Tears of mirth already mixed in with the water droplets streaming down her face, it was all Silva could do from screaming out, as hysterical laughter continuously flowed out of her mouth like water gushing out of a hose. Finally, when they decided that she had enough, her four tormentors left her alone to go play with the others, ready to tickle anyone that they encountered. Still giggling, Silva heaved herself from the pool with her remaining strength, walking towards the changing room. Glancing back, she saw Brani, being teased and tickled by two of the prostitutes which have finally caught on to her mischievous antics. One of the prostitutes was busy scribbling her nails across her belly, while the other teased her underarms and breasts with feather-light touches, both of them giggling happily to themselves. “Looks like Brani’s having a fun time. Maybe this should teach her a lesson in discipline, and how maybe the stealthy option is better than the loud option.” Changing into her undergarments and tunic, Silva finally placed her cloak on her shoulders, just as an exhausted dwarf dragged herself into the changing room, plopping down in one corner, after-giggles still in her throat. “Maybe this should tell you maybe the quiet option might be the better option. Anyways, get changed, and follow me. I think it’s time to make a bargain.” As Silva opened the door heading into the Laughing Brothel, all Brani could do was nod her head, her mind still feeling airy with all the giggling she had done. Once her newfound companion had finished changing, both of them headed upstairs, towards the Mistress of the Cackling Brothel’s private office. “Ok, Brani, just wait outside, and I’ll be finishing business with the Madame in a few moments. Do not wander off anywhere.” Knocking on the door before opening it, Silva walked in after giving the dwarf a gaze of ice. However, for all she knew, Silva might as well have been staring at a rock, the itch to explore already forming within Brani. “Well… I’m sure she won’t mind if I just went into the next room…” Walking to the next door, Brani peeked in, seeing two of the female prostitutes working here giggling to each other as they fought each other with pillows and tickles, in what seemed like a pillow-tickle fight. “I’m sure they won’t mind me joining in…” Quietly closing the door behind her, Brani picked up a white plume lying on the ground, approaching both of the girls with a cheeky smile… ********************************* Meanwhile, inside the Madame’s private office, Silva sat across the table where the Madame sat, the latter casually smoking a cigarette, her other hand slowly swirling a glass of half-finished wine. “So what brings you here, Tickle Archer? I have heard many tales about you, rumors spread throughout the kingdom, and I know from Chaos that you aren’t the type to usually come for my more… Public services.” Making a mental note that the Madame was in close contact with Chaos of the Tickle Guard, Silva cleared her throat, and from her side, placed the bottle of Tickle Water onto the table. “You are right Madame. What I need today isn’t your regular services. It’s the information that you have. And I have come to bargain with you for that information.” Interest sparking in her eyes, the Madame leaned forward, giving Silva a view of her cleavage. “So what will you give me, for my information, and what do you want to know?” Looking at her directly in the eye, Silva continued her bargain, not wanting to let the chance slip. “I want to know if you have any information regarding a certain thief that has been running loose about the kingdom. Rumor has it that he recently struck Lady Asterolle, as well as leaving harpy feathers as his calling cards. Do you know anyone like that?” Nodding, the Madame gave conformation. “Yes, I do know about him. In fact, he just left my establishment just a few moments ago. However, I do need… payment, if you wish to have more information, even for someone for the likes of you, Tickle Archer.” Pushing the bottle of Tickle Water towards the Madame, Silva kept up her poker face, sensing that it was time to drive her bargain in. “And here is your payment. One bottle of refined, pure, Tickle Water. I’m sure you know how rare and difficult it is to find one, wouldn’t you say, Madame?” Inspecting the bottle closely, the Madame placed it back on the table, unconvinced. “How do I know this is pure Tickle Water? For all I know, this could be a bottle of Ale, the color of the two almost the same!” Grimacing, Silva hadn’t thought of a way to prove to the Madame that this was pure Tickle Water. A thought coming to her mind, a sneaky smirk grew on the Madame’s lipstick covered lips, one fingers beckoning for Silva to come closer. “This is quite the coincidence too; I think I know exactly how to prove that the bottle that you’re giving me is genuine. I can also confirm something else that the rumors around the kingdom are also saying. Place your feet on the table, Tickle Archer.” Giving the Madame a quizzical look, Silva complied, putting both her boot covered feet on the table as the Madame pushed away her papers. Slowly tugging Silva’s boots off her feet, Silva finally realized what the Madame had in mind, making a move to pull her feet away. “Uh uh uh, if you want that information that badly, Tickle Archer, I think it’s fair that you give me some information as well, as well as lending me your feet just for a few minutes, don’t you think?” Grimacing inwardly, Silva bravely kept her feet on the table, as the Madame finally removed her boots, her feet now feeling the cold air of the office. Stroking one finger across her arches, the Madame could see Silva’s poker face shift a little, a crack appearing in her façade. “It seems you’re feet are quite sensitive, wouldn’t you think so? Don’t worry; I won’t let anything that happens in this room slip out from my mouth. You can trust me that much, Tickle Archer.” Breathing a sigh of relief, Silva almost burst into giggles, the feeling of the Madame’s fingers now slowly exploring her feet, taking their time with their new toy. “I think it’s time to test out the tickle water, wouldn’t you say so, Tickle Archer, unless you have any objections?” Shaking her head reluctantly, Silva watched as the Madame poured out a small pool of Tickle Water, before rubbing it on both her velvet gloves. As the gloves started to make contact with her feet, Silva started to feel the effects of the Tickle Water, the sensation of multiple feathers stroking her bare feet, making her wiggle them about as giggles burst out of her mouth, her willpower alone unable to contain it any longer. “It looks like the rumors were true! It seems you are ticklish! Now let’s see HOW ticklish is our dear Tickle Archer?” Pulling out a feathery plume from her drawer, the Madame started to stroke across Silva’s soles, lightly dusting the toes of her feet. This caused Silva to arch her back in pure agonized laughter, her previous giggling already turning into full-blown silent laughter at the feathery treatment. As the feather continued it’s ticklish path, Silva felt dozens of fingers as well as feathers tease the bottoms of her feet, scratching all the balls of her heels, as well as feathery sensations sliding in between the sensitive areas of her toes. It wasn’t long before Silva finally collapsed into silent laughter, her hands gripping the armrest of her seat like claws. Satisfied with the reaction, the Madame put away her feathery plume as she sat back and watched, the effects of the Tickle Water still affecting Silva as her body shifted from side to side, sporadic laughter coming from her mouth as she frequently felt what was like bristles, feathers and fingers, still tickling her feet, even if nothing was physically doing so. “That was quite a good demonstration of what this Tickle Water could do. I think you’ve earned your reward. Now listen closely.” Even amidst her giggling, Silva listened, knowing that this information would be crucial to finding the thief. “Chaos is currently bringing that thief, whose name is Gareth, down to the Gargelian Underground. Apparently he has a contact there that is able to meet up with him in order to give him some finances. That is all I know, Tickler Archer.” Nodding with a silly grin, Silva moved her feet off the table, using a bottle of normal water to wash her feet, in order to lessen the effects of the Tickle Water, before wearing her boots. Finally regaining her composure, Silva held out her hand and stood up, still feeling the lingering effects of the Tickle Water on her feet as she tried hard not to burst into a grin. “Pleasure doing business with you, Madame. I hope we can continue this on the next time we see each other.” Smiling back, the Madame took the handshake, smiling as well. “Oh, don’t worry, I do hope we can continue this next time...” Finally exiting the office, Silva breathed a sigh of relief, her fingers touching the bottle at her side. “Like I could give a valuable bottle such as this… The real Tickle Water is here with me. I just swapped it for a regular bottle of water when she accepted that handshake. Now I just have to find Brani and get out, before the Madame finds out my little trick…” Noticing the door next to the office was ajar, Silva peered in, not seeing Brani anywhere along the corridor. “Brani, are you in here? It’s time to leave, we have a thief to catch.” |
| The crowd had gathered around the damsel in distress. She shuddered in anticipation. Although being nude was part of her profession, it was still unusual to have many eyes watching. Her only remaining piece of clothing would not last very long, she presumed. When her tormentor arrived he was greeted with approving chuckling and cheering, especially when he raised his right hand. He wore a glove of a blackwood lynx. This hard to hunt animal was known to have a deadly combination of sharp claws to even climb the polished surface of blackwood trees, and very fine fur which did not only cover any noise he made when prawling. It had tiny bristles which tickled the skin especially when it was slightly made rough by the claws just before. When the claws drew over the inside of her arms the girl shrieked and pulled at her bonds. Agonizingly slow were the moves of the paw. Her pale skin showed just the slightest traces of the sharp tips of the claws. When the man reached her collarbone she twisted her head to the side to protect her sensitive skin there. Her head flung from one side to the other when he quickly alternated the tickling there. Here boobs shook in line with her upperbody's limited moves. Wanting to see as close as possible the crowd moved closer and stood next to the X-frame. Hands of various sizes and with various amounts of fingers were touching the girl's skin, caressing or slightly tickling her. Meanwhile the paw moved closer to the girl's firm breasts. Her nipples had already hardened from the teasing and tickling of her body. Henry whispered something to the tickler who nodded his approval. Four bolts were removed. The girl's upper body moved upwards into a standing position, then tilted forward slightly further. Now she was leaning towards the crowd, who had their noses close to the girl's breasts. When the paw touched the sensitive skin just under her breasts she inhaled sharply, gave a wailing sound, and started to beg for mercy. She saw many eyes glued to her boobies which yearned for touching, but not with this horrible scratching paw. In the audience some giggling started, when people in rows behind took the opportunity to squeeze some ribs in front of them. The man whispered something to the tied girl whose eyes went wide in shock. Then quickly a gag was put in her mouth. Gareth stood quite close to the girl but was hopping up and down. He was not nervous per se. But the cuffs around his wrists and ankles, along with a few overly curious feathers that were teasing his skin, operated by the Mistresses's girls, did not give him any rest. Given the ordeal he already had faced, he wandered what else was in store for him and this beautiful lass. A bit more fun was in store. But his mission would continue just afterwards. |
| "My name?" Gareth said back to the woman who'd forced him into the cellar. "It's G-uhhh-Godfrey. Yes, that's it, Godfrey." The blue- haired woman gazed back at him with green eyes, looking unconvinced. While she didn't press further, Gareth knew she was trying to figure out who he was and where he fit in to all this. He knew exactly who she was, though, having seen her several times while prowling around the King's Palace: Chaos, a powerful member of the Tickle Guard. From what he had seen, she was a shape shifter, and a well trained one at that: he had sen her turn into animals, machines, and even grow extra limbs at will. Gareth would need quite the escape to shake her off his trail before she suspected him of being the thief. The two made their way into the depths of the cellar, and walked up to a very large keg made for holding liquid, perhaps wine, which was twice the height of a human. Chaos walked up to the giant keg and tapped it three times. Part of the wood shimmered away, revealing a hole big enough for a person to squeeze through. Evidently she'd worked at the brothel, and knew its secret passages just as well as Gareth did. He considered asking Chaos about her time working at the Cackling Brothel, but decided that with his hands being tied behind his back he wasn't in a great position to be getting on anyone's bad side. The two made their way into the tunnel, and sure enough the sides were marked with the telltale symbol of an entrance of the Gargelian underground: three dashes under a line. The walls were sparsely lit with sputtering torches, which bathed the underground area in an uncertain light, as if they would be covered in blackness if a single gust of wind were to blow. Both explorers were well aware of the many tickly traps that were rumored to be set in the Gargerlian underground. "Alright," said Chaos. "You bring me to your "contact", we get the gold he owes you, and then the Mistress is repaid. Simple. I don't see why you needed to meet down here just for some money." Gareth sighed in relief to himself. She still hadn't suspected that he was the infamous thief, though she would soon make the connection. He could feel the box he had stolen from King Maxwell bulging in his pocket, and remembered that dire consequences were in store should he fail to deliver it to his contact. With this grim thought, he doubled his efforts on untying his wrists. "How much longer?" Chaos complained. "My feet are sore, I think they need another pedicure..." At that moment the two entered a wide room with a soft, silty floor. Three passages branched off in different directions- one forward, one to the left, and one to the right. Garett knew the left path was the right way, but hopefully Chaos didn't. "Well, which one is it?" snapped Chaos. "The right one." Gareth lied. "Let's go that way." This was the moment he'd been hoping for- he could ensnare Chaos in a trap and escape. "Hah! You're a liar, whatever your name is!" she responded, facing off against him angrily. "I've explored the Gargelian Underground too, you know. That passage would have led me right into a trap!" Gareth's eyes widened at his bluff being called, but luckily before she could grab him and tickle him he slipped out of the wrist restraints he'd been working on for the past few minutes. He rubbed his wrists and readied his hidden tickle dagger. Now it could be something resembling a fair fight. Chaos and Gareth circled around the underground room, the shapeshifter and the rogue, getting ready for a ticklish battle. |
| Name: Ellena foster Gender: female Age: 20 Appearance: 5'4, Even muscle, brown hair, light brown skin,short hair tied with a red bow. C cup breast. Wearing squire attire. (Don't know how are they dress. I'm sorry.) Yellow eyes and thin waist. Wears a blue crescent jewel necklace for good luck and admires the craftsmanship of it. Personality: Calm minded and smart. Ellena is eager to prove herself along the force so he can finally become a Knight that she dreams to be. She might me young, but she possesses determination and perseverance to get the job done. Looks up to Carna Voreli as she's the Knight she wants to be. Have a secret crush to Carna, but can't bring herself to admit it to her. Kindhearted and like to make friends to those. Sexuality: Bi Species: Human Rank: Tickle Squire (Like to be squire to Carna Voreil if allowed) I like a little romance for her if it's not too much to ask. Please? :) |
| Hearing laughter coming from inside the room, Silva grew curious, opening the door and slowly stepping inside, before closing it slowly behind her. “Why, if it isn’t you again? Have you come back for more fun?” Eyes widening in surprise, Silva gulped, seeing the blonde that she had bumped into earlier in the female bath, along with another raven-haired girl, both of them wearing nothing but lacy lingerie, and both of them with a mischievous smirk on their lips as they sat on a giant bed, Brani nowhere in sight. “I believe I didn’t get to introduce myself. I’m Katie, and this is my friend, Remillia.” Gesturing to her smirking friend Remillia, Katie turned back to the Tickle Archer, a sly smile on her face. “Did you come to look for your friend perhaps? A female dwarf of about this height?” Gritting her teeth, Silva kept her cool, unsure of what these girls had done to her fellow Tickle Guard. “Yes, I actually am looking for someone like that. You wouldn’t happen to see where she went, did you? I am in quite the hurry.” Smirking, both Katie and Remillia walked by Silva’s side. Before Silva could protest, both girls hooked their arms around hers, dragging her towards the large soft bed. “Fine fine, we’ll tell you, O’brave Tickle Archer. But first, you have to play a little game with us.” Trying not to let fear seep into her voice, Silva tried to stall for time, her mind trying to find a way out of this situation. “Oh, and what might that game be?” Giggling, both girls pushed Silva down onto the bed as Remillia held Silva’s struggling form down forcefully with surprising strength as Katie slowly pulled apart the knots of Silva’s tunic, pulling away the whole piece at once, leaving the blushing-crimson Tickle Archer in only her undergarments and weaponless, her tools thrown along with her clothes, cloak and footwear to one side of the room. “Oh, just a friendly pillow fight between the three of us. If you manage to win, maybe we’ll tell you where your friend is.” Confidence flowing back in her voice, Silva slowly reached out for a pillow behind her. “Oh, don’t get too cocky. Let me show you who a real pillow fighter is!” Swinging her white headrest around, the other two girls let out a girlish scream as they moved back to avoid getting hit, grinning as they each grabbed their own pillows. For the next few moments, flying white feathers and girlish shrieks filled the room, all three females trying to whack at each other with their pillows. “Hmm, I forgot when was the last time I had as much fun as this. I think I’m enjoying it…” Just as Silva managed to corner Katie on one side of the bed with the finesse of her pillow swinging, she saw Katie give a short wink towards her. Eyebrows raised in unsurety, she gasped in shock as her vision was suddenly gone, a white pillow pressed to her face from behind. As she dropped her own pillow to try and pull away the pillow pressed against her, she felt a body tackling her from the front as hands moved to intercept her attempts at removing her ‘blindfold’. “Now here’s where the real fun begins. Are you ready for a… Tickle Fight!” Feeling ten digits dig into her naked belly, Silva burst into giggles, not expecting the surprise attack. Snickering as she removed the pillow, she Katie wiggling her fingers against her belly, a Cheshire-like grin plastered on her face. As the giggling Tickle Archer was about to bend forward to fight back, she felt another pair hands slide into her underarms, fingertips lightly skittering across her hollows. Yelping in laughter, she tilted her head back, seeing Remillia with a cheeky grin. “I think you forgot about me, didn’t you? Here, let me help remind you.” Scratching her nails across Silva’s smooth skin, this caused the victim in question to buck up and down violently, snickers and chuckles escaping her lips with every touch. “Hey Remillia, why don’t we step it up a notch?” Nodding her head, Remillia reached her hands behind Silva, unclasping her bra, throwing it off from the bed. “Ohhh, that’s a nice set of assets you have there. You could easily have come to work with us here in the Cackling Brothel!” “Try tickling them Remillia, I can guarantee you that they’re screamingly ticklish! She was hiding them so carefully in the bath just now!” Stopping her tickling, Remillia made a move to grab two of the multiple white feathers lying on the bed from their previous pillow fight. “Now’s my chance, while one of them is distracted!” Raising her feet right beside the unsuspecting Katie’s sides, she dug in with her toes, kneading at the girl’s hips. As soon as she heard Katie start to splutter in laughter, Silva bent backwards, grabbing and pulling away Remillia’s lacy bra. Shrieking with embarrassment, the raven-haired girl fell back, her hands instinctively going up to cover her chest. “And now it’s just you left. I hope you’re ready for some payback!” Grinning evilly, Silva peeled away Katie’s bra as well, using her fingers to skitter across the other girl’s chest as her toes continued to squeeze and prod at her sides, causing the blonde in question to burst out laughing as she tried vainly to escape from Silva’s digits, her awkward position making her unable to move. “W-wahahahaait! Quit it! No-hahahhaaa! Don’t tehheheheeckle meehheheehee theeheheheere!” Wildly flailing about, Katie managed to find Silva’s feet which were around her waist, giving them a quick tickle with her fingers. Gasping, Silva tried to retreat, knowing that if she kept her feet that close to Katie, it would only be a matter of time before the other girl found out how ticklish they were. As she tried to pull her legs back, she felt a hand grabbing her left foot. “And where might you be going? I bet this foot has some pretty ticklish secrets to tell me!” Grinning, Silva managed to catch Katie’s left foot as well, both girl’s ready with the other’s soles. “Now that this is fair, let’s see who has the more ticklish feet!” In just a few minutes, both Silva and Katie were a giggling mess, both of them already finding where the most ticklish area on the other person’s foot was. Katie found that every time she dragged her nails up and down the arch of Silva’s foot, the Tickle Archer would burst into a stream of laughter, shaking her head even more from side to side. However, Silva also found out that whenever she dug her fingers into the sensitive regions of Katie’s toes, the girl’s laughter would raise one octave higher, her head thrown back in laughter. With this new knowledge, both girls kept up their efforts of tickling the other’s most sensitive areas, neither of them yielding up. As close to a stalemate as it was, it certainly was a surprise to both girls as they each felt something being done to them. Katie was the first to shriek in surprise, her laughter flowing even more loudly as she felt something being shoved into her panties. “Oh Katie, I know how you love the feeling of these downy feathers. So I thought you might love a little feel of them down there, hehe!” Turning her head to the side to see what was going on behind her, the hysterical Katie could see a hand grabbing a large amount of feathers, before feeling her panties being pulled back as the downy instruments of ticklish terror was deposited into them, the terribly ticklish sensations of the fluffy feathers stroking across her nether regions, as well as her behind. “As for you, Ticklish Tickle Archer, I wonder if what Katie said was true… You did seem like you were uncomfortable with your bra being taken off. Here, let me help you put it back.” Looking down, the giggling Silva could see someone helping to put her bra back onto her chest, the feeling of the clasp being tightened on her back. However, her feelings of relief soon turned into ticklish panic, the sensations of feathers coming from… inside her bra?! “Oh, and I included an extra present to go along with it. Those downy feathers really do a ticklish number on ticklish breasts, wouldn’t you agree?” Now throwing her head back in laughter with the same amount as Katie’s, she could see (or feel) now what her kind benefactor had done, placing a large amount of feathers inside the cups of her breasts, their white fronds stroking every side with each jiggle of her chest. Turning their heads to look around, they finally saw the cheeky culprit in question, or culprits. Beside the both of them was a topless Remillia, along with Brandi, who had also taken off her chainmail and weapons which were hidden behind the door, which was how Silva hadn’t noticed them before. “It looks like you really do have ticklish tits, Tickle Archer!” Smugly, Brani held up a white feather, casually waving it in front of Silva. “I actually came in here before you. However, knowing that you would be a pain in the bum and come search for me, I asked these lovely ladies, one of which we had met in that big bathtub just now, to play around with you for a little. And what a big smile you have on your face now, that serious look on your face gone!” Laughing in ticklish torment, Silva let go of her Katie’s foot as she tried to reach for the clasp on her back, doing a silly small dance on the bed in her attempt. Katie for her part was curled up in a fetal ball, giggling herself into hysterics as tears of mirth flowed out from her eyes, her hands trying to shake all of the white feathers out from her undergarments. “Oh, don’t even try to take that bra off from ye. I stuck your clasps together with some sticky resin I had lying around in my pockets.” Sure enough, Brani held a bottle of the sticky substance in front for Silva to see, the Tickle Archer knowing that the substance was almost akin to glue, except 10 times stickier. Even as she tried to wiggle her hands underneath her bra to take care of the feathers, she even found the feathers stuck to her chest, sticky golden resin also coating each feather. “Don’t even try it. However, I ain’t so mean as to not give you a way out of this sticky situation.” Groaning and giggling at that pun, all of the girls watched as Brani pulled out a small table, and set four small cups filled to the brim with liquid down on it. “We’ll drink these four cups of alcohol, and toast to our newfound friendship! And Silva, if you would so kindly join us for our drink, maybe I will tell you how to unbind that resin. Those feathers are feeling quite ticklish right now, aren't they?” Trying to not move so much, Silva crawled down to the floor, sitting in front of the table as a now almost-feather-free Katie and Remillia grabbed their own cups, raising it to their lips, as Brani grabbed her own drink, mouth opened and ready to gulp it down. However, from the corners of Silva’s eyes, she saw that the bottle of Tickle Water which she had smuggled, now lying at a corner of the room with her clothes, its lid now open. Gulping, Silva was almost certain that Brandi had poured some of these cups with the rare liquid, but she couldn’t tell which actually contained alcohol, and which had the Tickle Water in it. The feeling of the feathers in her chest making it extremely hard to think, Silva prayed, before grabbing her cup and lifting it to her lips, all four females downing their liquid at the same time. |
| (Sure, Carna can have Ellena Foster as a squire. As for the romance… let's just see how things play out.) Carna and Giselle stared at each other in mutual surprise. She had finally gotten rid of that dwarf, Brani, who seemed to have an insatiable desire to tickle her. Although, to be honest, it seemed like just about everyone felt that way recently. Carna was just thinking about what to do next when she had bumped into the Giselle Bonnefrey. She knew of the woman: the Royal Court's Tickle Witch, always concocting new spells and potions for the Guard, as well as the royal family. Unfortunately, it didn't look like Giselle recognized Carna. The woman's eyes darted from the harpy feather back into the elf's eyes. "Someone else trying to have a bit of fun, is it?" She asked angrily. "I'll just teach you like I taught the others!" Giselle raised a hand and began a series of alien sounding words: some kind of magical chant. Carna quickly tried to dissuade her. "Wait, no! Giselle, I'm just-" but before she could communicate, the spell had been cast. Suddenly felt feathers stroking all over her body. Long stiff feathers raked up and down her sides, as well as drawing circles over every inch of her stomach. Tiny soft feathers vibrated under her arms. They even seemed to pass right through her clothes: soft down feathers brushed against her inner thighs, as well as teasing along her breasts. Carna looked down, her eyes widening in the seconds before mirth overwhelmed her. She saw nothing, the feathers either magically invisible, or merely a fragment of her imagination. Whether the spell was conjuration or illusion was irrelevant, the result was the same: it tickled maddeningly. Carna wriggled on the spot, bursting into loud laughter as the tickling quickly overwhelmed her. Giselle looked at her with a mischievous grin. "You people never learn. Don't mess with tickle magic! Especially you, elf… you look far too susceptible to it. I could make it even worse…" Carna looked up, tearing herself away from her own ticklish skin. She knew she had to stop this before it got out of hand. She'd be completely at this woman's mercy if she didn't do something. Despite her laughter, she charged forward, harpy feather in hand. All she could think to do was knock the woman over and tickle her into cancelling the spell. Giselle saw the attack, and readied yet more magic. She planned on casting a minor teleportation spell, just enough of a movement to trip up the half-elf and send her to the ground. It wouldn't take long before the tickle spell overwhelmed the woman, it was obvious from her laughter. Such a ticklish specimen! Giselle decided she wanted to spend some time… 'studying' her before letting her go. But something went wrong. The teleportation spell resonated with the magic of the harpy feather, amplifying its power. Just as Carna was about to reach Giselle, there was a flash of light… and Giselle stood dumbfounded as the half-elven woman disappeared. "What? Was the spell too powerful? I wonder where she ended up…" *** Carna tried to quickly get her bearings as she reappeared in the physical plane. That strange teleportation had taken a minute, just enough time for the tickle spell to wear off enough for her to stop giggling. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was flat on her back, on a bed that was very large and very soft. Expensive silks were all around, and the air had a strong perfume. There were sounds coming from the next room… if Carna didn't know better, she'd swear it was a the sounds of a few women having a pillow fight. A pillow fight that was rapidly turning into a tickle fight! Carna realized that she wasn't alone on the large bed, and then realized exactly where she was. "Carna Voreil! It's been a while since I've seen you here." A woman's voice said warmly. Carna turned, seeing a scantily clad raven-haired woman lying on her side next to Carna. "And that was a very flashy entrance. But you do know that these rooms are off limits to customers, don't you?" "I'm sure she does, Sasha." Another woman said to Carna's other side, this one a short blonde with an impish grin. She reached out and plucked the harpy feather out of Carna's hand. "Oh, and what's this? Is this a real harpy feather?" She said, examining the feather with glee. "Well, I think we know exactly how to remind you not to go into the restricted rooms, don't we?" Carna felt Sasha grabbing her arms, as she nimbly tied a silk scarf around her wrists before she had a chance to react. "I think we do, Natalie. Remember the last time you were here, Carna? I think I need to get you back for all that tickling you gave me…" Sasha grinned, her nails softly trailing down Carna's arm. The half-elf's eyes moved from Sasha to Natalie, who was twirling the harpy feather as she eyed Carna's body. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how she'd get her way out of this one. |
| In another room, a young human female was working on cleaning her outfit and Carma's short sword. Ellena Foster has been Carma's squire for a few years and comes to admire the half elf. Her loyalty and courage is a inspiration to her. She watch her train and fought some battles for her learn a few things about battle. Her graceful movements and confident personality makes her shiver. Not only that, but her soft skin and brunette hair makes her blush when she has it in her thoughts. The truth is that Ellena has developed feelings for the young half-elf. She wants to tell her about it, but isn't sure about how to tell her about it. "How do I tell her? What would I say? When's the best time? Will she accept me if I do?" she wonders herself as she cleans Carma's outfit throughly. As she does this, she can hear a knock on the door. "Hmm, I wonder who that could be at this time?" she stops what she doing and heads to the door and starts to open it. |
| Smirking to herself as the four of them downed the drink, Brani barely had to count to three before the previous laughter and giggles became out and out shrieks of laughter. She sipped her wine as the tickle water impacted on the others, the three of them collapsing to the floor and howling with laughter as the tickle water worked its magic. "Something wrong girls?" She asked pleasantly, stepping over a curled up Remilla, who was already crying with laughter. Brani stopped only to wiggle her toes into her sides, causing a scream as Remilla rolled over the floor, even that escape tickling her even more and causing her to crash into Katie. The two became a tangle of limbs as their bodies pushed into each other, the tickling sending them wild with hysterics and their semi-naked forms tickling each other even more as they rubbed against each other's hypersensitive skin. Poor Katie seemed to have the worst of it as the remaining feathers in her panties were tickling to near insanity. She quivered and started to grind against Remilla, only pushing the feathers harder against her womanhood and making her moan through her laughter. It seemed as if the tickle water amplified all kinds of feelings. Grinning broadly at this, Brani went over to Silva and grabbed onto the thrashing woman's arms, pinning them down "Having fun, are we?" She cooed softly into her ear, knowing that the feathers pressed against her breasts must tickle worse than anything else imaginable now due to the tickle water. The feathers brushing along her breasts, stroking with every movement, were amplified a hundred fold thanks to the magical properties of the tickle water and the soft plumes were like pure ticklish energy, touching her sensitive skin. "Funny thing about magical stuff like tickle water." Brani commented, having realised what it was "They say that anyone who drinks it doesn't just become more ticklish, but more lustful too." She went on, not knowing if it was true or not. There were always plenty of strange rumours about tickle water, but the Dwarve just loved to tease someone when they were in such ticklish torment. Sitting on Silva's arms, resting close to her head, Brani started to stroke her fingers across the trapped woman's bra, taking care to rub the feathers in further towards the skin of her shapely breasts "Is that happening with you now? Are you loving the touch of the feathers on these tickly little boobies? Would you like more, hm?" In truth, it wouldn't matter what the answer was, Brani had plans for all three of these women. As soon as she was done with teasing Silva for a while, she was going to find some rope and tie them all up. She'd tickle every inch of their naked bodies, mostly for her own amusement, but also for any previous information for the Militia as well. Business mixed wonderfully with pleasure. Grinning in a predatory fashion at that thought, Brani squeezed Silva's breasts, causing the woman under her to arch her back and scream from the feathers being pressed into her skin even more. She howled and spluttered as the feathers swirled about, the Dwarf adding to her woe as she pinched her nipples, making several plumes converge on those highly sensitive spots. Brani couldn't help but moan. She didn't know if what she said about tickle water was true, but she was certainly starting to enjoy herself in more ways than one! |
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