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A world ravaged by tickling. |
| [Introduction]
We take another visit to my world once more. Though this time, it's not as peaceful as it normally is. We will be taking a visit to the past. When the world was at full war. North versus South. East versus West. The old, the young. The human, the anthro. None at peace. All at war. In this time, tickled to death takes a new meaning as new weapons take the stage. Cannons launching ticklish blast. Mines reducing entire squads to giggling messes. Tanks, ships, and planes changing the tide of battle. You will pick your nation to fight for. They are as follows. Feathstalia. The island nation. Positioned lovely at least five hundred miles from any large continent. Stossia. A large nation engulfing an extremely large portion of the planet. Known for brute force and a lack of quitting. Brusica. Known as one of the large powers. A large greed for expansion but a force to reckon with. Tenany. Truly known as warlords. Considered the most technologically evolving country. Though severely oppressed by most. Tickopia. Known as the Capitol of the world. Though not followed by many. Another that has a greed for land. Now that you know the nation's, we must know you. Name Age Gender Orientation Appearance Personality Nation Branch And the rules of war. 1. All deaths will be of laughter. Guts on the ground is a no go. (Plane crash I'll allow cause it's common sense.) 2. Tickling, feet, and most fetishes are allowed. 3. No toilet fetishes. (Pee, poo, farts, etc.) 4. Have fun and be respectful. 5. Sexual content is allowed but no rape. Let the war rage on! |
| ( Ok couple of things I forgot. Please list your species as well. And have another character you can add at a moments notice. If your character dies, you have to replace them in your next post.) Name: Duskero Lillanty Age: 24 Species: Sorcerer human Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Appearance: Around 5'10" with a decent build, Duskero fits his role as admiral of the eastern fleet. He wears a semi tattered, navy camo uniform, large black boots, and knee high rainbow socks. Normally he gets shit about having blue hair with purple tips. But no one has stopped him yet. He has blue eyes and tanned skin to fit his demeanor. He wears a pistol holster with a obsidian black pistol within. On his back, he has an assault rifle in case he needs it. Personality: Corageous and proud, he's not one to stand down. Always showing a fighting spirit in the face of danger. He's defensive with his fleet as he's seen many of his ships be destroyed. It's the same for anyone he cares about though he never lets his emotions take over his judgement. Nation: Feathstalia Branch: Navy |
| Name: Eva Byrd Age: 30 Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Appearance: Standing 5'7" tall (170cm), with shoulder length brunette hair and dark brown eyes. Her skin is normally quite pale and she maintains her appearance carefully. Her body is in peak physical condition: Smooth, strong legs; a firm, taut tummy; strong yet graceful with the build of a dancer, and quite beautiful. She wears the uniform of the Brusican Army Intelligence Division: A black long-sleeved top that hugs her form and stops just below her chest, exposing the entirety of her midriff and lower back. Tight black leather pants hug her hips and thighs, along with a pair of quiet black leather boots. The BAID insignia is emblazened on the left shoulder and thigh of her clothing. She carries a ceremonial feather-sword (more of a dagger, really), on her waist. Personality: Confident and ambitious, Eva comes from a long line of Brusican nobility, which explains her somewhat imperious nature. Determined to do the job herself, she's been sent behind enemy lines countless times to discover battle plans. While she can be stealthy and careful, sometimes she bites off more than she can chew. But her sense of duty is paramount, and she vows to continue to help her country, and never give in to the enemy. Nation: Brusica Branch: Army, Espionage Division |
| Name: Sonia Crestellia Age: 26 Gender: Female Orientation: Bi Appearance: At 5'5" tall (168cm), Sonia has long blonde hair tied in a braid reaching down all the way to the small of her back, a general's beret atop her head, along with a eye patch covering one eye (As to why this is the case, no one had ever found out even though the vision in both her eyes are fine). A tight-fitting army green blazer adorned with over a dozen medals from her conquest is also worn over a white blouse with a black tie, with black high flats to cover her feet, thigh high nylon stockings covering her long legs. Lastly opting for a military-issued army green skirt, albeit its length tailored to be like a miniskirt's in order to provide her with more mobility (The sudden boost in morale from the soldiers when she crossed her legs certainly didn't prove to be a factor.) Personality: Arrogant and spirited. Even though she was made the commanding general of the Stossia's Army at a very young age of 24, Sonia didn't shirk away at her duties, instead embracing them with a fiery passion in order to make her homeland the best country in the continent. Now she leads the ground forces of Stossia's troops, morale always at a all time high with her presence. Normally seen on the front lines, she likes to be in the heat of the battle, where she can get the current situation immediately, often recklessly risking her life for the victory of the battle. However, even she is human, and of course, like all humans, the large ego which she had been feeding over the 2 years from victory after victory might cost her someday. Nation: Stossia Branch: Army, Infantry and Armored divison |
| Name: Jonathan Cleburne Age: 26 Gender: Male Species: Human Orientation: Straight Appearance: Roughly 5' 10'' with blue eyes and short dirty blonde hair. Fair skins that tends to get burned if out in the sun long enough. He wears the standard uniform of a Tenany infantry soldier. Long pants and shirt made of wool/cotton. Generally, the infantry tend to wear grey uniforms, or if in a pinch, butternut. His cap is also made of wool, and gray as well. The infantry is due to replace the gray/butternut uniforms for a more standard blue in the future. He wields a musket that fires tickle cartridges that render even the most resilient into giggling messes. Personality: Cleburne is an educated individual, college bred. His father was a high ranking general in the army, making Jonathan feel like much was expected of him if he became an officer. That's why he enlisted as a Private in the infantry. He has a mean streak, especially in the heat of battle, but does have a soft spot. In particular, he's often seen caring for tickled prisoners or comrades when not fighting. (Funny enough, almost all of them are female.) Though a Private, his competence has marked him for promotion. He understands the way of fighting for Tenany, and their rapid tech advances help make up for being surrounded by all sides. Nation: Tenany Branch: Army; Infantry |
| Duskero rubbed the back of his neck, gritting his teeth. Another harsh battle come and gone. A small fleet of Tickopia cruisers had set up shop. Though he had the numbers, Duskero still lost two ships, crew and all. The dreadnaught he was on took a blast as it was. Several crew men were flat out obliterated. Many more in med bay still laughing hysterically. Duskero needed to figure out what to do. Enemy vessels have been showing up more frequently. And not just from one. But from all the nations. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hold out at this rate. Duskero let out a small giggle and looked down towards his booted feet. A light pinkish glow crept along the side of his boot. He reached to a near by fire extinguisher and blasted it full force to remove the magic like tickles. The blast must have been a long lasting. Finally he made an order he'd regret. He grabbed his radio and sighed. "We sail to Brusica immediately. Suppress all remaining tickle energy and advance. It's time we go on the offensive." Duskero looked to the other near by ships of his fleet. One after another the Feathstalia flag rose above the ship signaling they were ready. Duskero put the engines to full, leading the war charge. |
| In the small town of Lephia, behind the Brusican front lines- The young woman restrained in the interrogation room was probably around 20, perhaps only 18. She had been working at the tavern in the local town, and Brusican soldiers has been eager to come there for a drink and a chance to ogle the local beauty. She would flutter her eyes and flirt with her conquerors, and they'd try to cajole and persuade her to spend a little personal time with them. It was the same in every village that they brought into the Brusican fold, but this time something sinister was happening. Soldiers were disappearing after a night out, or found the next morning in some kind of laughing fit that required them to be sent back home until they recovered. Eva knew this woman was behind it. And now here she was, naked and stretched out on the padded interrogation table. She was indeed quite the beauty: long legs with smooth supple thighs; an enticing curvature to her hips and a smooth, soft tummy; a full chest the eyes couldn't help but linger over… but she was more than a pretty village girl, of that Eva was certain. And so she had decided to interrogate her personally, a task she relished. Eschewing more technological methods, she kept things simple and slow, taking her time in breaking this one. "The number four brush." Eva said clinically, holding her hand up behind her. Her assistant Natasha quickly handed her the tool, a long soft brush coated with special powders the research bureau had come up with. Both women were careful not to get any of the stuff on their own skins. Natasha was an indispensible aide to Eva, keeping her tasks organized, always ready to relay orders or contribute an insightful opinion. It was too bad her blonde hair gave away some Stossian ancestry, or she'd be promoted farther up the ranks. Natasha watched stoically as her superior worked over the prisoner, a shiver running up her spine as she imagined the ticklish ministrations that could be done to her if she were the one on that table… "Yes, this was what I needed. You'll be confessing shortly, dear." Eva told the girl, who could only lie back and laugh hysterically. The brush dragged down her arm, slowly and teasingly. Even this much kept the girl giggling, both from the earlier torments that had sensitized her up to now, and the fact that the powder on this brush drastically increased ticklishness and made the sensation linger almost indefinitely. "Yes, these underarms here are the key… so smooth, so sensitive, so vulnerable…" Eva muttered, almost more to herself than to taunt the prisoner. The brush swirled around the outer edges of the outstretched hollow, prompting squeals of ticklish laughter from the girl. Another pass… and she bucked and tittered, trying to babble out something in between: "Yeehehehahahahaha I gihihihive! I suhuhuhubmihihihit! Pleheheheheease no more!" The girl begged, finally broken and seeing what was in store for her. "Yes, I know you do. But I'm not quite done with you yet. You can confess your crimes after I've tested what this will do to you… here." And the brush swirled into the very center of her underarm, twirling over the soft skin. Eva looked down and licked her lips with the hungry look of a wolf taking down her prey, and the woman could do nothing but laugh… |
| One cold and calculating eye scanned the map unfurled on the table on her, held down by four feather daggers stabbed into the table in each corner. Sonia’s brows furrowed in concentration as she tried her best to come up with the most efficient route for her soldiers to cross the borders across Stossia and the neighboring country Feathstalia, the mission of quelling the small pockets of resistance from the rebels against Stossia proving to be as troublesome as killing hydras, much like when one died, two more would take its place. As she collapsed back into the chair behind her, weariness from staying up late in the night as she kicked her legs up, letting out a tired sigh, a small cough was heard from the flaps acting as the ‘doors’ to her war tent. As she gave her permission to enter, a young man stepped in, a clip board clasped in one hand as he saluted her with his other. “Yes Navy Commander Bradley? Is there something that you needed to report so urgently that you had to interrupt my careful train of thought?” Quickly bowing as he inwardly gulped, the young male, just a few years older than Sonia, wearing blue navy camo pants and a navy blue vest with the badge of a Commanding Officer’s rank pinned on its breast, quickly looked down at the list of things to report on his clipboard as he tried to avert his eyes away from his superior’s long legs, the latter noticing the small gesture but choosing not to say anything. “Y-Yes M’am. As you know, since the start of our campaign across to coast to Feathstalia, things have been proceeding smoothly as planned, the ground troops along with the navy ships having encountered almost no resistance.” Nodding for him to go on, Bradley continued his report hesitantly. “This afternoon, when a few of my scouts were sent to check the waters ahead for any other vessels, they reported that a fleet of ships bearing the Feathstalia flag were being attacked by ships of almost all other countries except their own and ours. Before returning, they also reported that after a while, the Feathstalia ships had started their engines, before turning in the direction of Brusica’s port.” Resting her head on one hand as she contemplated silently, she carelessly crossed her stocking-clad legs, the Navy Officer trying his best to hide his flushed face behind his clipboard. “So that’s how it is… Hmm…” Quickly shooting out of her seat, Bradley didn’t dare to say a word as Sonia took a marker as she begun to trace the possibilities in her mind on the map. “If we hurry, we just might be able to do it… Okay Officer Bradley, help me to relay this message to the rest of the commanding officers. At the crack of dawn tomorrow, we're changing course for both the ground troops and navy fleet. I’ll be leaving you in charge of the Navy while I’ll take separate command of the ground fleet. You’ll be chasing down the Feathstalia ship that’s retreating before it can reach the Brusica port. If we can manage to capture it, we might have a bargaining chip against that stupidly out-of-the-way nation. However, if you deem them too close to Brusica waters, give up chase immediately and rendezvous with us over here.” Pointing to border between Brusica and Stossia, Sonia planted another marker at the coast nearest to the border, somewhere in the middle of where they currently were and the Brusica port. “Meanwhile, I’ll be taking our infantry and armored units towards the west towards Brusica on foot instead of the north towards Feathstalia in order to quell one rumored pocket of resistance, before heading back towards the coast. If all goes well, we’ll have killed two birds with one stone. That is all. Now go and get some rest. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us.” Giving another salute as Sonia dismissed him, Bradley quickly hurried out of his tent, briskly walking towards where the different lieutenants were waiting to disseminate the information he had just received. Giving the map another glance at where her unit was to be headed Sonia squinted her eyes. “If I recall, the Brusican military is also in the middle of a campaign right now.” As a mouth curled into a sly smile, the Commanding General toyed with one of the feather daggers with her fingers, skillfully spinning it without a thought. “We could either knock on their front door, or even circle around to that little town behind them. Fufufu… This is getting fun already…” |
| Name: Joe demasque Age: 20 Gender: Male Species: Human Orientation: Bi appearance: Around 5'8" with a decent build, he has shoulder length black hair and one blue eye as well as an eye patch over the other. He wears the stranded navy uniform but he outfitted it with steel plating to protect himself from multiple forms of fire power. He has a bomb case loaded with gas/paralysis bombs as well as a few flash bangs that can help when he's in a pinch. Personality: He's naturally a lover not a fighter but he knows in this case he has no other choice. Past: He had an interest in the navy ever sense he was five cause of his father He lost one of his eyes when he had to protect his mom from a very bad man sense his dad was off on duty. Nation: Feathstalia Branch: Navy; Tactical demolitions division (Sorry in advance if the division isn't right I don't really know army & navy stuff that well) |
| Jonathan's ears were filled with the sound of marching feet as he lay against the earthwork. A glance over the parapet confirmed his suspicions; the Stossia were advancing out of the woods. They weren't content on taking the plains beyond the woods, and smashing the division's recon force. He could still hear the forced laughter of his comrades as the larger force encircled the 100 man and woman company. His blood boiled recalling the sight of a pretty blonde trying to run for their lines. The young scout didn't make it far in No Man's Land, as the Stossia shot her repeatedly. Her ticklish agony kept her from running as two beefy soldiers dragged her back. We'll avenge you, don't you worry about that. A feral grin crept on his face as he psyched himself up for what was going to happen. Along the trench, hundreds of other Tenany soldiers did the same thing. From all four corners of the nation, of both genders, they waited for the opposing force to get closer. "Steady now, steady." The firm yet gentle tone of his Captain kept Jonathan motionless as they watched and waited. The attackers were drawing closer, their numbers massed like a giant fist to steamroll any opposition. Brute strength and arrogance were the Stossia's greatest strength... And also their greatest weakness. The boom of the artillery was muffled to his ears, but the results were plain to see. Heavy ordance, designed for breaking sieges, wreaked havoc on the attackers. Scores of troops dropped in rounds of roaring laughter. The confused survivors struggled to rally their units. Now was time to strike! "Make ready!" The roar of the officers command snapped Jonathan out of his gaze. As one, the soldiers in the trench stood up, so now they had a clear line of sight at the attackers. "Aim!" The sound of safeties being clicked off reverberated as Jonathan leveled his musket at the mass of humanity in front of him. Hundreds of other soldiers did the same. "Fire!" All at once, the firing line became engulfed in a cloud of smoke. The wind had picked up enough to show the handiwork of the volley. Masses of Stossians dropped to the ground. "Reload!" Jonathan acted as if on autopilot. Reloading the musket took around 20 seconds, but the Private was able to do it in 15. A second volley erupted from the firing line, and everyone could see the mass of Stossian's had broken. "Advance! Fire at Will!" The young blonde joined the cheering as he stepped out of the trench. The attacking force had broken. What few survivors were now running for the safety of the woods. Some had the sense to turn and shoot at their pursuers. A few of the grey clad soldiers fell, but the rest advanced unhindered. As Jonathan watched, two fleeing soldiers were running for the woods. Suddenly, the larger one grabbed his shorter comrade, and used the body as a shield. To his surprise and disgust, the shorter figure look feminine with deep red hair. The captive writhed in agony as multiple tickle rounds hit her. Soon, the brute reached the treeline, and threw the woman down a ditch as he made his escape. He did not hear the order to look for wounded and prisoners. Jonathan moved on his own, running towards the ditch. Soon, he found himself peering down at the woman. She was indeed pretty, with lovely red hair that was now matted with sweat. Her clothes were strewn about, as she tried desperately to shake off the ticklishness of his units cartridges. It was hopeless, the rounds penetrated clothing and clung deep to the enemy's skin. All that she was left with was her grey panties and grey undershirt. A round must have hit below the belt, for she was gripping her groin tightly with both hands. "HahahoohhhgoodddddIIIIahhhgonnnaaaadiiiieeelaaauggghing!" Jonathan was at her side in an instant, the sight of a woman in distress evaporating his hatred of the enemy. Digging into a side pouch, he pulled out a patch and placed it on her exposed skin. The chemicals did their work, subsiding the tickling that turned her into a wreck. Slowly, he pulled her out of the dirt and into his lap. He stroke her hair as she calmed down. Pretty green eyes looked at him as she resumed her normal breathing. "Oh no...I'm captured!" Goosebumps formed on her skin, and she shivered violently. Eyes shut as she squirmed, as if to get away. Jonathan get a firm grip, though he didn't stop his hair stroking. "Your fight is over, but I won't hurt you." It seemed to help, but he could hear her muttering about "Tickle Torture." He sighed, it seems the Stossians had their rumors about them as the Tenany's did about the Stossians. He shifted his grip and kissed the top her head to calm her down. He would have a few more minutes before the prisoners would be rounded up, and he wanted her comfortable before prisoner assembly. |
| Duskero's fleet followed him in suit. A quite large fleet. The main fleet of Feathstalia was under his command. As well as a few transport vessels containing a small invasion force. Duskero was ready to take the war to the enemy. He was sick of being on the defensive end. It took him no more than a day before the coast was in sight. He expected more resistance but yet there wasn't even a small fishing vessel. Duskero slowed the dreadnaught to a crawl and gave the signal for the others to follow in suite. "Fire several volleys at the coast. Launch the bombers with a dual fighter escort for each. Then launch the invasion force from air and sea." Duskero left the control room and headed to the bow of the ship. He watched as blast after blast of energy was launched at the beach. Soon the airal attack would commence, then finally the invasion. |
| "Colonel Byrd, wake up!" Natasha's voice insisted, shaking Eva awake. She sat up abruptly in her bed, her eyes opening wide as she awoke quickly now that she had finally been roused. Eva Byrd was a very deep sleeper, and there was a rumor she had once completely slept through a battle with Tenany five years ago, although no one was allowed to talk about it in her presence. "It's Featherstalia." Eva looked at her in surprise and slow, sleepy comprension, then nodded. She stood up and marched out of her quarters into the command headquarters, not even bothering to dress. Her nightwear was just some thin underwear, keeping her cool in the warm formerly-Stossian town. As she walked in, the men and women gathered there in their uniforms couldn't help but stop and stare at their commanding officer: the smooth exposed skin, the firm belly and supple chest… it was something that could lead both the men and women to distraction, were it not for Eva's demanding presence. "What's the situation?" She barked tersely. One of the men standing over the table map cleared his throat. "The bulk of the Featherstalian Navy appears to have abandoned its operations against Stossia in favor of an aggressive campaign along our coastline. 200 miles north of our current position, our territory has been heavily bombarded by land and air, with ground troops beginning to land. The area was weakly defended, far behind our front lines here. We have reserve troops at the capital that can be deployed, but it will be some time before they can reach the Featherstalian position." "So…" Eva said, looking over the map. "Those Featherstalia bastards are getting desperate, and lashing out. Looks like they've cut our supply lines. Radio line too, I'd imagine. They could either move south and pin us against the Stossian line, or move north and try to make for the capital. And when Stossia gets wind of this…" Eva thought carefully, staring deeply into the map. "Colonel, I recommend we hold position here." That was Natasha, her aide. "The Stossians will attack our position once they sense weakness, and that makes this a weaker position than the capital for Featherstalia. They'd have to extend their supply lines, and away from their navy, their army is no match for ours." "Colonel, I disagree!" A tall young man by the name of Captain Irving Stone. "Stossia has been defensive for the entire campaign, and likely won't be able to mobilize quickly to turn on the offensive. Meanwhile, if we turn and quickly smash Featherstalia we can loop back with our momentum and push deeper into Stossia while they still try to adapt. I recommend we redeploy north." Eva thought for a long moment, eyeing both her subordinates. "Alright Captain. Lead the bulk of our forces north to meet Featherstalia. Don't let them press us south, but allow them to retreat deeper inland if you can. If we can isolate the army from the navy… I will remain here at command with a skeleton crew. Natasha, head towards the frontlines and monitor the situation, and report back to me at the first sign of Stossian activity." Eva's hand reached up and stroked her hair absentmindedly, and as she did her belly stretched taut, and her pale underarms were exposed to the group, giving them an absent minded moment to ogle their beautiful leader. "We just have to hope the Stossians are slow to react. It's a gamble either way." Captain Irving Stone bowed, and turned to lead their forces into combat. The light infantry and artillery were deployed, leaving the heavier equipment to be manned by just enough soldiers to hopefully trick the Stossians into believing that Brusica was digging into its position. |
| “Hmm… Maybe we should have gotten rid of those Brusicans a while ago. Now that they’ve dug in, it’s really going to take a battle to move their sorry lot out from our territory…” Looking out from a trench at their front lines, Sonia gazed through the pair of binoculars she held in her hands, eyeing up the forces that Brusica had deployed. “And we have to go through them too… Maybe the rebels are just on the other side, and I can clean them both in one fell swoop. If only my life was as easy as that…” Kneeling down beside her was a small company of Stossian infantry which were constantly being rotated to keep a watch on the enemy lines. As the Commanding General muttered her thoughts out loud, a female soldier, red hair tied in a pony-tail behind her dared to speak up. “Since yesterday, just after dusk when we arrived and started setting up here, the Brusican forces didn’t even have a frontline. However, at the crack of dawn today, they suddenly started to shore up their defenses to what you see now, Commander Sonia.” “They must have taken notice of us then. And quite the formidable lineup they have there. Artillery cannons… trucks with tickle railguns mounted on them… I can even see some tanks waiting to be deployed. If we were to fight them now, even with our superior numbers, this could get ugly…” Eyes closed in concentration, the blonde slowly stood up, heading back towards her tent. “Keep up the good work soldier, but prepare to move out anytime soon. A storm is brewing in the air.” As the red head and the other soldiers all saluted, Sonia entered her war tent again as she sat down, massaging her temples. Hearing the sound of feet shuffling outside of her tent, Sonia sighed as she called out for whoever was outside to come in. “Commander of the Recon Squad, Lieutenant Skyla, reporting for duty, Commander Sonia.” As both of them saluted each other, Sonia eyed up the other girl. Shorter than even she was, the raven haired girl wearing the usual Stossian military uniform with a insignia signifying that she was the head of the reconnaissance or scouting forces stood tensely still, awaiting for the order to relax. As Sonia sighed, motioning for her to continue, the other girl nervously cleared her throat. “This morning, some of our scouts reported that the Tenanians have made contact with our right flank, engaging some of our troops there. Although our forces had outnumbered them 5 to 1, they still managed to push us to a stalemate. We lost about half of the forces from our right flank, with most of the soldiers lost being captured as Prisoners of War. And there’s something else.” One eyebrow quirked in curiosity as her lieutenant motioned for her to step outside; both of them exited the tent as they were greeted by a female and male Stossian soldier standing guard besides another male Stossian soldier, a disgusted look in their eyes. “Some of our other retreating soldiers had seen this guy throwing back another towards the Tenany forces in order to safely secure his own escape.” Looking down on the ground in fear, the male soldier in the center squirmed in his place as Sonia’s eye suddenly had a cold glimmer, the atmosphere suddenly dropping a few degrees icier. “Throw him to the interrogators for a few hours and let them have their fun with him. Hopefully that will teach you to not abandon anyone from our country, no matter the price for victory. One last thing. Do you know the one thing I hate the most?” Daring to look up, the guilty soldier tried to squirm back, a rare display of ice cold fury on Sonia’s façade. “Traitors like you. Take him away.” As the two other soldiers dragged the guilty party away as he begged for mercy, Sonia sighed again, noticing she had been doing this much more lately. “After all of this, I need a soothing cup of tea… Lieutenant Skyla, head back to the east flank, and tell them to dig in and maintain their ground for as long as they can. If they somehow fall, we’ll be caught in a pincer between them and the Brusicans with no help or reinforcements, and I don’t think I have to explain what’ll happen if that actually happens. Now go, make haste.” Giving one last salute, the commander of the recon squad quickly ran towards where a truck was waiting to escort her. Gazing back towards the Brusican lines, Sonia furrowed her brows, finally making a decision. “We can’t wait forever. Fine, we’ll just have to make do with what we have right now and crush them with our brute strength.” Heading back into her tent, the Commander grabbed the mike on her desk as she made the declaration for war. “All Stossian forces, it’s time to advance! Since those cowardly Brusicans have decided to be defensive, we shall take the battle to them! I repeat, all forces, get ready to advance!” After a few minutes of finalizing war strategies along with the sounds of frantic movement all around outsider her tent, Sonia went out as she got into her personal tank manned by four other soldiers, her usual place for keeping track of the battlefield all the while being in it. As her troops all got ready around her, the Commander grinned as she pointed forward, the sound of several hundred vehicles and thundering footsteps echoing in their wake. “Advance, and claim victory for Stossia!” …………………………………………………….. Like his commander, Navy Officer Bradley liked to observe people. So it was no surprise for his assistant officer to find him on the helm of the Stossian fleet’s flagship, a telescope held to his eye, observing what is Commander had tasked him with, the actions of the Featherstalian Fleet. “Officer Bradley, we’ve been sitting here for a day, doing nothing. Your orders?” Taking his eyes off of his beloved observation tool, Bradley turned back towards his Assistant officer. Wearing a similar attire to what he was wearing, a navy blue camo vest over a blue tank top, along with a navy blue miniskirt, the only major difference being a white navy beret on her head with shoulder length brown hair, she would have been a looker, if not for the peeved look on her face right now. “Patience, Jessica. If we act too hastily, those desperate Feathstalians might turn around and start firing at us. You don’t want to go back to the Commander General empty handed with most of our naval fleet captured, do you?” Pouting as she realized his point, the Navy Officer gazed absentmindedly into the ocean, the sounds of the other country’s large artillery cannons firing barely reaching his ears as he had instructed his fleet to remain just out of reach of Featherstalia. “Now that they’ve sent out their air forces to engage Brusica and that makes our job a whole lot easier. Now their anti-air forces are cut in half, their only defenses against our fighters and bombers being their anti-air cannons.” Revelation flooding into his Assistant Officer’s eyes, she suddenly remembered what he had told the Navy fleet through the intercoms the day before. “But didn’t you say that Commander Sonia specifically told you not to engage the Featherstalian fleet if they get too close to the coast?” “They can’t fight back at us now, not while they’re attacking the Brusican forces defending the coast. By the same logic, the Brusicans can’t attack us, not while Featherstalia is between them and us. This is call ‘caught between a rock and a hard place’.” Grinning haughtily at his own joke, Jessica gave up on trying to convince him otherwise. “So when are we actually going to attack them, oh great and mighty Naval Officer Bradley?” “By the looks of it, now. Send word to whole fleet. Get ready to fire at will at the Featherstalian fleet.” Grinning as she saluted, Jessica briskly walked towards where the radio room was at, leaving her superior still at the front of the ship. As the sound of heavy metal turning indicated to Bradley that the mounted cannons on the ships prepared to fire, Stossian planes and bombers started to take off from all the ships as well like a large cloud of flies, heading towards their adversaries ships. As the sound of the first cannons started to fire, their loads managed hit the closest Featherstalian ship, the crew which was on the deck slowly dropping to the ground laughing, the ticklish energy of the cannon making its effects known. Raising his telescope to his eye again, the Navy Officer watched as his ships started to fire, chaos springing again amongst the other country’s fleet. “Now what will you do, o’Captain of the Featherstalian fleet. Will you try to run inland, or will you fight a war on two fronts?” |
| Joe let's a sigh escape his lips as he thinks to himself. "I hate wars but in this case I don't got any other choice..." He trails off as he sends another cannonball bomb down to the canon depot. ...Duskero's lucky he gets to be at the front of this thing while people like me are stuck in the belly of this beast." Another sigh, "At least the prototype bombs I'm working on aren't being used after all the sensitivity bomb & exhaustion bomb are untested so if either one of those got blasted at the enemies bad things would happen & if both were blasted at the same time-" Joe shakes his head to clear it, "Don't think like that brain! I've got them on my desk there's nothing to worry about." He says calming himself, however as soon as he gets back to his desk he notices the prototypes missing. "Oh no.." He trails off as he looks all over his station for the prototypes but can't find them. "Crap!" he mutters as he heads over to a CB radio he has on the wall, "Duskero are you there we've got a giant of a problem!" |
| The wind had blown all the smoke off the battlefield as Jonathan made his way back to his lines. The pretty red head was still in his arms as he carried her bridal style. He wasn't able to save her uniform due to being encased in mud; she was still in her undershirt and panties. "Please...no more tickling...please." Her panicked words formed a pit in Jonathan's stomach. What could he tell her? Once she was out of his hands, she would passed to Division headquarters for interrogation, then to the POW camp behind their lines. Both sites would be ripe for tickling, and the woman he held seemed terrified of it. Despite being a soldier, and fighting the Stossians for the past six months, Jonathan felt no ill will to the woman. In fact, he found her rather cute. "Hey, it'll be alright. No one's gonna tickle you." His words meant nothing as the woman shook her head and whimpered. "We tickle your soldiers for information. I've seen it. It's gonna happen to me, and I'm so ticklish!" Her fear made Jonathan think of a plan. As he approached the collection point, he could see a dozen other captured Stossians. Luckily for them they were fully clothed. The soldier guarding them looked at the new captive eagerly. "She's cute, she might know some information." A dark chuckle made the man's intent clear. The woman tightened her grip around the blonde's neck. "No, not her. She's going to the Parole Work program, unless you want to take it up with my father." He hated pulling his father's name up, but it did the trick. The soldier balked and looked away. Smiling, Jonathan brought her over to his tent. Setting her down gently, he gave her a stern yet warm look. "I'm going to vouch for you to be one of our company cooks. You'll be under guard 24/7, but you can stay with me in my pup tent for the time being." The woman agreed by hugging his legs while saying "Thank you," in a rapid fire. He let have a few minutes while stroking her hair. "I need to report this, what's your name?" The woman looked up, "Cynthia. Thank you." A small smile and a kiss on her head was Jonathan's answer. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ He managed to report before the regiment was assembled, ensuring Cynthia would be cared for. The news was startling for him. High Command wanted a counteroffensive against the Stossian front lines. Also, the whole division was to be resupplied with new weapons and technology. Jonathan smiled. They might be able to save the scout company if they were quick enough. |
| Duskero cringed as another of his ships took a hit. He quickly got on his radio and frantically began barking orders. Everyone near by that wasn't fighting was trying to get out of his way. "Bring back the planes! Get the units back on transports and send them to the Stossian line. Maybe playing nice with the Brusicans will help us out." Duskero dashed to his control booth and looked over the radar. His anger suddenly turned to sickly joy. Looking up only confirmed the tech wasn't sapped. "When were you all going to tell me we had some stragglers?" Duskero asked his crew as a battleship, several destroyers and an aircraft carrier sailed up next to the Stossian fleet. "Launch and fire. Leave the flag ship to me. I'm going to be paying them a visit soon enough." Duskero smirked. "Check. Mate." Duskero heard the rambling from his explosives expert and rolled his eyes. "Take a chill pill. Get up here, we need damage assessment and you need to see how much ordinance to replace. ------------------------------------------------------------ Adding another character! Please fill out a sheet for any main characters you plan to use! Name: Cielly Armanto Age: 27 Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Species: Anthro Dragon (I said in description that they were included.) Appearance: Wearing a classic fighters cap and goggles as well as the tan pilots uniform, he stands about 6'1". A beefed up build with red and violet scales. Crimson eyes and black boots. Personality: A cunning and relentless dragon, he gets quite ballsy. Not afraid to take risks and get punished for them later. He puts himself into the fight before letting others engage mainly to show leadership. What's a leader that just sits back? Nation: Feathstalia Branch: Air Force Fighter Commander |
| Natasha Urellia Age: 22 Gender: Female Orientation: Bi Appearance: 5'4" tall, with light blonde hair in a ponytail and light grey eyes, features that are very uncommon in Brusica and reveal Stossian ancestry. Her build is athletic but well endowed, with a sizeable chest and alluring flare to the curves of her hips. She wears the uniform of the Brusican Army Intelligence Division: A black long-sleeved top that hugs her form and stops just below her chest, exposing the entirety of her midriff and lower back. Tight black leather pants hug her hips and thighs, along with a pair of quiet black leather boots. The BAID insignia is emblazened on the left shoulder and thigh of her clothing. She carries a ceremonial feather-sword (more of a dagger, really), on her waist. Personality: Natasha was a Stossian war orphan adopted into the Brusican Byrd household at an early age. She harbors no loyalty for her birth nation, instead being completely devoted to Brusica and the Byrd family that took her in. She's looked up to Eva her entire life, and now tries to look out for her. Natasha's personality is quiet and stoic, her calm and observant demeanor distinct from Eva's fiery intellect. Nation: Brusica Branch: Army, Espionage Division --- At the Brusican - Featherstalian line, five miles inland from the Featherstalian invasion. "Captain! The Featherstalians are retreating!" A scout shouted to the commanding officer, breathlessly running up to him. Reconnaissance showed soldiers turning back to the shoreline, heading back to their transports. "We've gotten word the Stossians have gone on a full offensive of both Brusica and Featherstalia. Bastards waited for just the right moment, too. But maybe this will work to our advantage. Have the snipers take down any stragglers, we'll want them for interrogations later. But keep everyone out of range of the Featherstalian Navy, if they want to retreat out of our territory, they can go ahead. Recon and sniper units will stay here, but deploy the light infantry south to assist the Colonel." Captain Stone barked his orders, nervously looking at the reports. The Brusicans were over-extended between two forces, and while they had scared off Featherstalia, Stossia was another matter. --- Town of Lephia, command center for the Brusican - Stossian Front. "The Stossians heavily outnumber our troops, and our lines are paper thin. Once they penetrate the line of artillery fire, we'll be over run." The officer reported tersely, tension rising in the room. Eva stared at the map in front of her, not even looking up. "Deploy the corrosive gas shells to the artillery. If Stossia wants to take back this town they'll have to want it. Get the soliders ready for close quarters combat. Once the line breaks, we'll be fighting street to street here. We might be able to slow their advance, and even if they take the city our troops in the north might be able to set up a new line just outside it. We may only lose the town…" Eva's eyes glared at the map, as if it were responsible for the turn of fortune. If Featherstalia hadn't picked this moment to invade, and if Stossia hadn't picked this moment to launch an offensive… it had been going so well up to that moment, victory after victory. "Natasha, come with me." She gestured to her aide, and the two climbed up the watch tower above the command center. From there, the two of them could see the battle beginning from their binoculars. The Stossians were attacking with typical brute strength, charging into the artillery fire. But this time the Brusicans were deploying something new: nothing as advanced as Tenany had, but still quite the invention. The corrosive gas shells detonated over the Stossian forces, and dissolved clothing and armor, leaving the body exposed and vulnerable to a tickle attack. Eva could see a pause in the charge, as Stossian men and women looked down in surprise and confusion as their uniforms melted off of them, leaving most in nothing more than ragged underwear, sometimes even less than that, more than a few soldiers now completely naked. It didn't make a difference for heavy tickle artillery fire, but if the Stossians overran the heavy equipment there would be hand-to-hand combat in the streets of Lephia, and Col. Byrd wanted the upper hand, hoping that difference could help even the odds against the larger opponent. Here and there she could see Stossians falling, clutching their bodies as ticklish sensations washed over them intensely, as if thousands of fingers and feathers were finding every ticklish nerve and inch of skin. She grinned at the sight, momentarily distracted from the overall battle strategy. "Colonel Byrd… Colonel Byrd… Eva!" Natasha called to her, pulling her out of the reverie. "The Stossians are still advancing. You should retreat from the city." Eva shook her head. "No, Natasha. If I pull out of a losing battle, troop morale will crumble, and the Stossians won't have any trouble taking the town. Don't worry, I don't intend to lose yet. Come, we need to prepare for the assault on the town, unless those Stossians lose their nerve from the gas attack." Eva and Natasha holstered a pistol on one hip, and their feather swords in the other, and went down to ground level. The Stossians were coming, and they intended to meet them at every street corner and alley way as they advanced. And at these close quarters, any clothing would make for a significant advantage. |
| Name: Colonel ‘Mark’ Bradley Age: 28 Species: human Gender: Male Orientation: Bi Appearance: Clean shaven at Around 5'9” with rough brown hair, a pair of navy printed pants and blue vest over a navy camo shirt covers his upper body along with a pair of black boots, he sports the standard attire for Stossian Naval forces. Almost always with his trusty binoculars, Bradley is usually not one for fighting, a small pistol hidden under his vest his only means of protection. Personality: Usually an easy going person, it was very much a surprise when he somehow found his way to the position of fleet admiral. Grudgingly accepting the responsibility, he now leads the naval division of Commander Sonia’s army with a lax yet steadfast attitude, remaining calm in most battles as he prefers to wait till an opportunity or advantage presents itself. Nation: Stossia Branch: Navy, Fleet Admiral …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… Name: Co-Admiral ‘Lanes’ Jessica Age: 27 Species: human Gender: Female Orientation: Bi Appearance: Standing just a little shorter than her superior at 5’8”, Jessica sports a naval beret on her head, a blue vest worn over a blue tank top along with a naval miniskirt and boots, the typical attire for female Naval forces. With shoulder length brown hair, she is usually seen by the crew with an irritated look on her face, usually due to her superior’s lazy attitude towards battle. A feather sword by her hip, she usually doesn’t mind getting down and dirty if the situation gets messy. Personality: Impatient yet respectful, she would have rushed headstrong recklessly into battle, if not for the orders of her superiors. Like her Commanding General, Jessica harbors the same thirst for battle and war, each and every victory like an adrenaline rush to her. Unknowing to her, Bradley treats her almost like the little sister he never had, not that he would tell her anyway. Nation: Stossia Branch: Navy, Assistant Fleet Admiral ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………....... Wincing as another artillery shell hit a neighboring ship, the sight of its deck members rolling on the ground in laughter made Naval Admiral Bradley sigh as he scanned the seas in front of him from the prow of his flagship, planes now engaging others in an open dog fight. Seeing Jessica running up to him from the command center, he called out. “Jessica, what’s the damage report.” “Fleet Admiral, even though our initial attack has managed to catch them off guard, they have strengthened their rear defenses. They also seemed to have abandoned their attempts at beaching at shore. Now with them turning to us, we won’t be escaping this battle clean.” Using his binoculars to glance over at the shoreline, Bradley mused to himself as his subordinate waited for his orders. “It seems the Brusican’s aren’t giving chase to the Featherstalian Fleet… Maybe they’re stretched thin as well… If we manage to take down the obstacle in front of us, we can even push our luck, and go for the Brusican’s as well. From there, we can even loop around to help Commander Sonia…” “But sir, isn’t that just counting your eggs before they hatch? We’re still having trouble piercing the Featherstalian lines! Now that their flagship has joined in the fight as well, morale for them seems to be going up as more of our ships have been taking hits!” Even as she said that, she saw a Stossian pilot bailing out of his plane, parachute quickly blowing open. As she saw the sight of a Featherstalian plane quickly shoot him down laughing into the water with tickle bullets, shredding his parachute, she unconsciously clenched her fist, vowing vengeance for her fallen comrade. “If they want to play so much, you do know the best way to kill a snake, don’t you?” Cocking her head to one side in question, Bradley sighed. “It’s just a saying. It means we have to go after the big fish, the flagship. Tell all the crew on this ship except for the people manning crucial equipment to get ready for offensive docking maneuvers while have the other ships standby. We’re taking the fight to them.” Grinning with a feral smile as she ran back to the control room to relay the orders, Bradley watched as his flagship carefully dodged the incoming artillery and bullet fire, weaving in and out before coming just besides the Featherstalian flagship. “Now this is a gamble… Who’s ever flagship that comes out victorious in this will win this battle. But what is life without a little fun? So long as we remain close to them, the other Featherstalian ships won’t dare to fire on the chance of hitting their own flagship. That should buy us enough time to wrap this up.” As the docking clamps just beneath the churning waters roughly latched onto the enemy ship, Admiral Bradley pulled out his pistol, giving a quick shot to a surprised female Featherstalian on the opposing ship as a loud bang resounded, followed by the sound of the latter falling to the deck, clutching her sides in giggles. “Today, we take the fight to them! All Stossian forces, attack!” As he gave the signal to board, several Stossian’s quickly crossed the gangplank extended, catching the Featherstalians on the other ship off-guard in the surprise boarding. As Jessica appeared beside him, feather sword drawn and ready for battle, Bradley let out a grin as they joined their troops, rushing onto the Featherstalian ship. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………... Name: Layla Maxwell Age: 29 Species: human Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Appearance: A beautiful face unmarred by the scars of war, her most prominent feature was her blazing red hair that she kept in a ponytail; a rarity for Stossian’s even those among its bloodline. A camo helmet along with a vest over a camo-printed tank top that stretched only to her ribs, a green tinted miniskirt finished the outfit, along with a pair of Stossian issued army boots. An automatic tickle rifle slung over her shoulder along with a couple of laughing gas grenades and a trench knife, Layla is prepared for almost every scenario that involves direct conflict. Personality: Loyal with an attitude that earns even Sonia’s respect, Layla was eventually made into one of the Commander General’s personal guards along with two others. Ready to fight for her country and Commander at any time, she remains ever alert for any signs of danger to her leader, ready to sacrifice herself for the sake of victory. Nation: Stossia Branch: Army, Armored Division ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… As the sounds of cries and laughter was heard from the outside walls of tank she was in, Sonia found herself gazing out through a tiny slit in the front, the sight of Stossian soldiers advancing bringing pride to her heart. Spotting where the Brusican’s frontlines, the Commanding General barked out an order to her personal guard of three people in the tank with her made up of Soldiers Layla, Drake and Illyria. “Drake, get us a bit closer to the front lines. Illyria, fire at will at the enemy’s artillery. It’ll be easier for our light infantry if we take them out.” As they both nodded, Sonia felt the tank roll forward a few meters, gunfire pelting its hide uselessly before a resounding thump was heard, a sign that the main gun on the heavy vehicle had belched out a load. Peering through the hole again, Sonia grinned as she saw Brusican soldiers lying about on the ground laughing weakly, a gigantic hole blasted right through the line that they were holding. Climbing out of the hatch of the tank, Sonia held a megaphone, the device carrying her voice to all of the soldiers on the battlefield. “Alright! All forces, march! Their ordinance will fall before our superior might!” As the army gave a cheer, beginning the march forward again, Sonia grinned as she climbed back down the steps. However, as she was about to shut the hatch, she felt something hold it open as another person dropped in onto her, the latter wincing as her back hit the metal surface of the floor of the tank. As Sonia quickly glanced up, the sight of a Brusican insignia on the sleeve of the man’s uniform already telling her that they had been ambushed. Clutching something in his hand, the man clung onto the General for dear life as she tried to push him away, to no avail. “I don’t care if I get captured. All that matters is that I can take you out!” As Sonia’s eyes widened at seeing the familiar shape of a grenade clasped in the enemy soldier’s fist, Layla was the first to act, quickly running towards the both of them as she grabbed his shoulders, prying him off as she threw him the opposite side of the small metal room. “Didn’t you hear what she said? Get off of the Commander General!” As everything happened in slow motion, a small but quick cloud of cloudy gas exploded from the grenade, coming into contact with both Sonia and Layla. As they both started to cough, Illyria’s eyes widened at smelling the familiar stench of something burning and melting. “Commander Sonia, Layla! Your clothes!” Tongue clicking in annoyance, Sonia saw that where the gas had touched her sleeve, her beloved blazer had begun disintegrating from there. Quickly throwing it off before the corrosion could spread, Layla did the same to her vest as it too become the unfortunate victim of the corrosive attack, leaving both of them in a white blouse and tank top respectively. As they both made sure that none of their other clothes had come into contact with the dissipating gas, they heard a small grunt of pain as Drake quickly made work of the sneaky Brusican soldier, knocking him out with a quick chop to his neck. “So those damn Brusican’s have finally decided to use chemical warfare hmm…” Quickly peering out through her peephole, Sonia’s fears were confirmed as she saw the same whitish gas surrounding all her forces, the lucky ones only escaping with one or two articles of clothing destroyed while the unlucky ones were left stark naked, with only their weapons to fend for themselves. “No matter, we’ve advanced too far for them to hold up any semblance of a front line already. If they’re smart, they should be retreating back towards the town already…” True enough, even as more Stossian soldiers became more vulnerable to tickling attacks due to the mysterious gas suddenly being used, the Brusican’s were eventually forced to abandon their post, retreating further back into the captured town. Getting out of the tank with their newfound prisoner, both Sonia and her personal guard quickly handed him over to two other soldiers as they hauled him away to be placed with the other POWs. Walking over to a saluting female soldier, Sonia quickly asked for a SitRep. “Soldier, what’s the status report on the Brusican forces?” “They seem to have retreated further inland, or in-town Ma’am. Since we have commandeered the outside of the town, our forces have begun setting it up as a temporary base of operations while we clean this city of the Brusican filth.” Nodding as she gave her approval, Sonia suddenly had a thought. “How much did we manage to take after this minor skirmish?” “Well, other than the large artillery guns and a few soldiers, most of the Brusican’s and their vehicles and weapons aren’t accountable for. We suspect that they might be holed up somewhere, waiting for us to come to them. However, we did find something of interest. A box of these weird grenades that we haven’t seen before had been left behind by one of the retreating trucks.” Holding up the unusual object up for closer inspection, Sonia’s eyes widened in surprise, instantly recognizing the same grenade that the Brusican soldier had tried to use against her. “Keep this box of grenades safe, soldier. We might have to use them later on. I wonder how they would like a taste of their own medicine… Can I take this one for a closer look later on?” Nodding as she held out the grenade, Sonia gave her thanks, placing it on her waist. As the other soldier gave another salute before returning to her duties, Sonia gestured for her personal escort to accompany her as she started to walk into the town. “From what I heard from Lieutenant Skoz when he captured this town initially, there’s a town hall in the center of it all. If I had a guess where the Brusican’s would be holed up, that would be it. While the other soldiers are setting up, we’ll take a little look at what they’re doing. We could even catch them if they’re still retreating.” Nodding as they hoisted their weapons, the three of them quickly followed Sonia’s lead, walking straight down the stone-laid road. “I wonder where they kept the people of this town after taking it over… So much rural architecture here too… If I had the time, maybe I’d come back, just for a little sightseeing.” A look of calm interest filling her eyes as her group continued to walk past shop houses after shop houses, in a rare moment of distraction, Sonia had no time to react as something shiny poked out from one of the windows of the shop houses. However, one of her private guards, Drake, did notice this, quickly jumping between his commanding general and said object. As a quiet ‘thump’ was heard from the silenced pistol, it was soon replaced by manly laughter as the male Stossian fell to his knees in just a couple of seconds, one hand clutched to his side in laughter as he rolled about on the ground, trying to get the sensation of wiggling fingers out of his underarms. Quickly seeing the pistol retract from the window, Sonia thought quickly. “Illyria, you stay here with Drake until he recovers. Layla and I will chase after whoever did this.” Nodding as she knelt by her laughing comrade, both Commanding General and soldier gave chase to the shadow that leapt easily out from the second floor, dashing into an alleyway by the back of the building. As the both of them rounded the corner, they suddenly what had seemed to be one figure suddenly turn into two, both of the mysterious assailants going into opposite alleyways. “Layla, you take the right, I’ll take the left. Once you’ve captured whoever that did this, rendezvous back at where Drake and Illyria are.” Grinning as she upholstered her rifle, the red-head gave a quick nod, quickly splitting up from her commander, chasing after the other shadow. After a few minutes of chasing, Sonia felt her breath started to become more exhausted as she ran after her prey. Giving a cry as she jumped forward, her momentum carried her into her adversary’s back, quickly tackling and pinning the other person to the ground, Sonia’s eyes widened again for the second time today. Now seeing that the culprit was a female Brusican soldier clad in the usual attire meant for Espionage, one unusual feature kept her eyes glued. “Blonde… Hair? Are you… One of the spies we’ve sent behind Brusican lines?” |
| Joe growled at the response his higher up just gave him, (Dang it Duskero! Your not the one that has a talent for making strong enough bombs that can wipe out an entire country in seconds!) Joe says in his head, After Joe gets up to the bridge he finds Duskero looking through the ships schismatics. "Alright, let's get this over with.." Joe takes a moment to look through the schismatics before he comes to a conclusion. "Well sir based on the damage I saw on the way up here & from the schismatics I would suggest that we head back to port to make repairs. I'm sure your tactical strategist would agree. ------------ time for my other character! Name: Josh demasque (Joe's little brother) Age: 19 Gender: Male Species: Human Orientation: Bi Appearance: Pretty much the same as Joe except for the fact that he has a pistol instead of a bomb case. Personality: same as Joe Past: Unlike Joe, Josh spent most of his past studying overseas for collage. Nation: same as Joe. Navy, Tactical derision strategist (Joe & Josh work off each other. put simply Joe makes the bombs and Josh handles when & how they're used.) Now that that's out of the way back to the plot. ---------- As if on cue Josh comes into the room, "I do agree with that sir, it's a miracle the ship is still seaworthy!" As soon as The younger of the two brothers say this the two notice Duskero's eye twitch as it looks like he's making a tough choice, "Just to point out as well sir we can't lose you or this ship cause if we lose either one or both of you we're screwed..." |
| Name: Jessica Spruance Age: 27 Species: Human Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Appearance: A lithe woman at 5' 8'' with a firm athletic body. She wears the standard uniform of a Tenany Naval Officer, active duty. As a woman, her version is a light blue uniform with full button blouse, and a skirt that ends just below the knees. She has dyed blue hair (some dye jobs are allowed per regulations) to match her eyes. Her light skin is unique that it's more sensitive compared to other citizens of her nation. That's why she's in the navy and not the army. Personality: By the book, yet soft spoken, Jessica is young to be a Captain in the navy. The rapid influx of ships and sailors has risen her rank in a few months, though she has great merit. She commands the heavy cruiser Exeter as it steams with the Western Striking Force of the Tenany Navy. She's been known to enjoy tickling, and underneath her exterior lays someone who would enjoy tickling a female captive. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "General Quarters! General Quarters! All hands man your battle stations!" The klaxon sent the men and women of the TNS (Tenany Naval Ship) Exeter scrambling to their stations. The heavy cruiser was at it's maximum speed, keeping abreast of the massive carriers inside the circle of ships. The twin carriers were a work of beauty, originally laid down as battlecrusiers, before the rearmament made them carriers. Each one boasted a little under 100 aircraft, and now more than half of them were flying towards the naval battle beyond the horizon. Jessica appeared prim and proper as Exeter steamed on station. The squadrons of torpedo bombers lumbered the cruisers bow, while above the dive bombers and fighters flew on. "Good luck out there." Her words softened her mood as the Captain turned to address her subordinates. "Stay alert! Stossian ships could be steaming to attack the carriers, or their aircraft! Keep main guns trained starboard, that's the likely vector!" As the crew nodded and turned to their tasks, Jessica couldn't help but worry. Did their leaders really want a alliance with Feathstalia? Would they honor it? How ticklish were the enemy women? Whoa! That came from nowhere. Focus! A small giggle escaped her, but luckily for Jessica, the crew didn't notice. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "Here, this is a lot faster than your old musket." Jonathan nodded a thanks as he grabbed the rifle. It was wooden, like his musket, but was apparently semi-automatic. Eight .30 caliber tickle rounds rested inside, all in one clip. He felt the weight, and grinned. This was a lot better! The rest of the regiment had been armed as well with newer weapons. Semi-auto rifles, some sub-machine guns, and a light machine gun that could outgun the whole regiment with muskets. "Welcome to the new army." He chuckled at the small joke. "Cleburne!" Joking mood over, Jonathan turned to his Platoon leader, a female lieutenant that had more muscle than him. "Yes Ma'am!" "How are you holding up?" Her question confused him, "I'm ok LT." "That's good, because Hepburn is down and I need a need a new sergeant for Second Squad. You're it." He gulped, but nodded. When the platoon leader told you you were promoted, you just accepted. "We have new uniforms to throw on, I already had the stripes sewn on." Jonathan merely nodded as he accepted the uniform. Blue wasn't really his color, but there was no room for arguing. All around the regiment, the weapons of a new army were coming online. Tanks were coming over the ridge behind him, fast moving vehicles painted a bright green with a fierce looking turret mounted on top. Self-propelled artillery was just behind them. Overhead, the roar of large, multi-engined bombers were present. His colonel drew the regiment in a line formation. As Jonathan heard the orders, he understood they were about to push forward to the Stossian frontlines. Past the woods, the new tanks and vehicles would deploy to wreak havoc, as well as the air support above. He could see skirimishers out in the front, probing the woods for any ambushes. "Move out!" At the command, the regiment moved forward step by step. Jonathan felt his adrenaline flush as the whole Division moved out in force. The Stossians were going to be in a world of trouble when they emerged. As he marched, he remember the cute red head Cynthia. I won't let anything bad happen to her. |
| Duskero rolled his eyes at the brothers and walked over to a window. He looked out just in time to see the boarding crew and went wide eyed. Instantly he smashed the window and pulled out his assault rifle. Round after round hit the incoming soldiers. But there were far too many to hit alone. "You two! We are being boarded! Get everyone on elimination duty. Then we attack!" Duskero yelled at the brothers. He finally made the bold move neither of them wanted. Duskero hopped the ledge and began fighting at deck level. Several Stossians attempted hand to hand only for Duskero to shoot them point blank in the stomach with his pistol. He continued to fight the seemingly never ending horde of Stossians with what seemed like little progress. Stossians and Feathstalians littered the deck. Most still giggling. Others dead. Duskero's heart wrenched from seeing such casualties. The moment of emotion distracted him from the Stossian behind him. Before he could react, the Stossian had him pinned against a metal wall. Their fingers darting into whatever crevice they could. ------------------------------------------------ Cielly soared above the Stossian lines in his super sonic jet. Easily a wing of 25 bombers and 50 fighters behind him. Their task? Hit the Stossians and avoid hitting the Brusicans. Easy enough right? Not exactly. With the Stossians being in so close to the Brusicans, casualties on both sides were inevitable. None the less, they had their orders. "Peacock 1 through 15, aim for any armor. Remaining Peacock units, aim for the city. Sparrows, guard the Peacocks with everything you've got. Hit 'em hard!" Cielly growled and went into a nose dive. He pulled the trigger on the controls. It took a second of high pitched wining before a stream of bullets fired out the machine guns on his wings. Cielly pulled up at the last possible second. He watched the radar as the Peacock bombers and Sparrow fighters stayed on course. He could only imagine the destruction left. |
| Name: Captain Irving Stone Age: 35 Gender: Male Orientation: Bi Appearance: Irving Stone is a tall, slender man with short, wavy dark hair and a well-trimmed beard that's beginning to show flecks of grey. He wears the uniform of the Brusican Army, khaki colored and close fitting with a number of pockets. His boots not standard issue but expensive and comfortable tall boots of brown reptile leather. Personality: Low born but ambitious, Stone is looking for an opportunity to prove himself and rise up the ranks. He's a capable officer, but one who usually hasn't been entrusted with important assignments, causing a chip on his shoulder against the nobility. North of Lephia: "I repeat: all forces cease fire against Featherstalia!" Captain Stone shouted again into his communicator. "Featherstalia's air forces are defending the Brusican line to the South, and whether they like it or not their navy is defending our shoreline from being invaded by a secondary Stossian force. I don't trust them either but for now let them fight the enemy!" Stone slammed down the communicator, quickly turning to a letter that had just been handed to him. His face turned grim. "The Stossians are taking Lephia, even with Featherstalian bombing. We're to establish a new line of defense at the edge of the forest ten miles north of the village and receive any stragglers from the battle." He then looked at a second message below the first, and looked even grimmer. "And the Capital is sending someone with the authority to negotiate a temporary truce… some noblewoman…" --- Lephia, north of the town square: Eva ran through the streets, thankful she had gotten to familiarize herself with the layout earlier. The Stossian pursuer was close behind, a redheaded woman who seemed to be only in her underclothes at this point. Enough of the gas grenades had been going off inside the town that Eva wouldn't be surprised if both sides would be completely naked before long. But she didn't have time to think about that, as she ducked around a corner and drew her feather sword. As soon as the redhead rounded the corner, Eva leapt at her, sword raking across the woman's exposed ribs. "Nyahaha! Get off mehehe, Brusican Dog!" The woman tried to snarl between ticklish laughter. She tried to grab her rifle and turn it towards Eva, but the weapon was too unwieldy in close quarters, and Eva was able to bat it away. But the redhead wasn't deterred for a moment, reaching up with a bare hand to squeeze at Eva side. "Let's seehehehe how you like ihihit!" Eva squirmed in reaction snickering through tightly pressed but grinning lips. "I w-won't be defeheheated that easily!" She retorted, grabbing the wrist on the redhead's other hand and pulling it above her head, then taking her feather sword and raking it across the exposed underarm. It proved to be a very effective maneuver, the girl's eyes opening wide and beginning to laugh much harder. The two rolled and twisted in each other's grasp, wrestling in the cobblestone alleyway. The redheads free hand moved from Eva's side to her toned tummy, fingertips flittering rapidly over the soft skin, which quivered noticeably in response. Her fingers curled in what felt like a well-practiced motion, wriggling over each inch of exposed belly offered to her. It appeared that Eva had the upper hand, and despite both women laughing too hard to speak, it was clear that the redhead was beginning to weaken, her tickling beginning to slow. In enough time, Eva could have subdued her and moved on. But the sound of both beautiful women giggling and squealing had attracted attention. And at this point, any Brusicans left were in full retreat. Four Stossian soldiers ran up and pulled Eva off of the redhead, overpowering her with numbers. "Hah… hehehehe…. You put up a good (hehehe) fight… Brusican." The redhead panted, her light eyes meeting Eva's own, which were defiant even as she was captured. "But I'll see you later in a prison cell, and we'll see who has the last laugh." She gestured to the soldiers. "Take her to base, by the looks of her she's a valuable POW." Eva said nothing, only staring imperially back at the redheaded woman, with a look that said 'we both know I would have bested you.' --- Lephia, south of the town square: “Blonde… Hair? Are you… One of the spies we’ve sent behind Brusican lines?” Natasha recognized the woman from the pictures in the intelligence reports. She wasn't wearing her full uniform, but that was understandable given the gas attack. But she'd never imagined she'd meet one of the enemy generals face to face like this, much less have the woman on top of her like this. Natasha couldn't help but notice the feel of the General's long, smooth legs against her own, or the smooth fit skin of her stomach that was now exposed. But what she just said… did the Stossians think she might be a spy. A spy… for Stossia? "I don't think we sent any spies into their intelligence division, did we?" A skeptical voice said somewhere. The general's guard had caught up with her, it seemed. "The Brusicans can't be that sloppy. Besides, didn't that one just shoot us?" "I missed." Natasha said, although she had been the one to hit one of Gen. Crestellia's guards. "If I didn't shoot at all the Brusicans would notice, wouldn't they?" A desperate idea was forming in Natasha's head, although she wasn't sure she'd pull it off. But it had to be tried. "And you think the Brusicans are that clever? They promoted me once they saw how capable I was, even if I did look like a Stossian." Her eyes turned to the commander. "General, I successfully advocated for the Brusican forces to deploy north to counter Featherstalia, weakening their lines for our advance." Another lie, that had been that idiot Stone's idea. But it was helpful to take credit for it now, and the Stossians had to know about that by now. "Once we get out of the combat zone, I can make my report that…" She wasn't able to finish, as the sound of jet engines roared overhead. The planes flew very low, strafing the Stossians at the southern edges of the town. But Natasha's eyes widened as she noticed these weren't Brusican planes, but Featherstalian ones. Featherstalian planes were smaller and more maneuverable than Brusican versions, which prioritized heavy armaments and long range capabilities. The Featherstalians were bombing Lephia, and Natasha couldn't tell why. If Featherstalia and Stossia had allied, the southern front was lost. But if they were attacking Stossia… Natasha's mind raced, but despite her predicament she couldn't help but wonder if Eva got out of the town. |
| Cielly hissed seeing the anti air flak. He quickly pulled up and out of the combat zone. But not all of his men were so lucky. Several bombers were shot down. Cielly instantly looped back around. "All units! Target the anti air!" Cielly quickly raced towards the Feathstalian fleet after not hearing from them. He knew instantly targets needed to be changed. "Any available units not on city duty are to report to the fleet! We are in trouble over here!" Cielly soared over and began several strafing runs in an attempt at distraction. ------------------------------------------------- "Lehehehet gohohohoho of mehehehe!" Duskero laughed out crazily. The soldier restraining him was torturing his sides mercilessly. With a quick shift, he found himself on the deck, still at this soldiers mercy. |
| The Forests north of Lephia “First Scout Leah Young, reporting!” The woman said, saluting and standing stiffly at attention. Captain Irving Stone looked over the woman coldly, still in a sour mood. The Stossians had pushed them out of Lephia in a rout, Featherstalians seemed to be everywhere, and it didn't look to be getting better anytime soon. Stone had liked advancing into enemy territory much more than retreating. The girl in front of her was a pretty young thing, though: long raven hair pulled back into a tight braid down to the small of her back, hazel eyes bright with idealistic patriotism, a wiry and athletic body well suited to her task, her pale skin beginning to tan in the warm sun this far south… Stone noted a tear in her uniform, probably from the hasty retreat into the thick, brambled forest. It exposed the pale skin of her left side from hip to lowest rib, her shapely navel peaking out from the rib of the torn fabirc alluringly, her belly taut as she stood tall at attention… Stone shook his head to clear his mind of such thoughts, and wordlessly waved at the woman to report. “Stossia has completely captured Lephia, and is now fortifying their position. Their losses were greater than ours, but we estimate Stossian ground units outnumber our own by more than four to one. Even with the tree cover we likely won't be able to hold this position. However, Featherstalia has eliminated any Stossian aircraft in the area, and now control the skies over the frontline. They are currently engaged in disrupting Stossian supply lines, which will continue to leave Stossian forces short of fresh uniforms and armor after the gas barrage of the battle. The naval battle between Featherstalian and Stossian ships is still ongoing, with our cruisers staying well clear of the fighting.” The woman paused, hesitating before continuing to give out more bad news. “The capital regrets to inform you that reserve air and ground regiments will not arrive for some time yet, and the generals on the other fronts are not willing to spare any manpower.” “Bastards.” Stone said coldly, having expected this. How was he supposed to keep the Stossians out of Brusican territory with a battered force missing its commanding officer and artillery? “Very well. We're going to be pulling back, as quietly as possible. Have the recon units begin planting mines and traps in the forest, and many as possible. The Stossians can have it if they want it badly enough, we'll just have to regroup in the hills to the north and hope reinforcements arrive… and the Featherstalians stay on our side.” Lephia, the interrogation room Eva knew where she was, even if the room was pitch black. It was the same interrogation room she had been using only a few days earlier. She could still vividly remember the feel of that ticklish girl's skin under her fingertips, the way her tummy shivered as it was stroked and teased, the way the softest touch under her arms make the girl squeal and laugh hysterically. And now it would be her turn soon enough, the Stossian swine. At least the restraints she had set up were comfortable: the interrogation table was padded and soft, the restraints tight but gentle in their grip. Her wrists were pulled high above her head, her ankles bound at the foot of the table, straps at the knees and waist and elbows kept her from moving more than an inch. On top of that she was naked, which was to be expected. Why let the captor keep their clothing, their dignity, or their protection to their most intimate spots? She breathed calmly, steeling herself for the inevitable. She'd hold out as long as she could, and hopefully her army would liberate the town again, and Eva with it. Then the door opened, bright light streaming into the room. Eva had to squint, even this much light momentarily blinding her. She could make out the silhouette of a woman, and she heard a familiar voice. “I told you we'd meet again, Brusican.” The voice called out to her gleefully, as Eva could now see the red hair of the woman entering the room. Lephia, Stossian command center A few floors above the interrogation room in the town hall, General Crestellia was sitting at the map table, her subordinates (and Natasha Urellia) were standing at attention across from her. “Whether its a new alliance or not, the Featherstalians are helping Brusica. Our supply lines are completely ruined, and we won't be getting new clothing until the situation changes!” She glanced at her officers, and out the window at her troops. Most of the Stossian army was now doing their jobs in their underwear, and some had to work completely in the nude, or at least topless. Here and there some of them still had a piece of uniform, and made out one lucky corporal who had completely avoided the gas attack, his unit jealously eyeing his garments. But they had captured a high ranking enemy, who may have useful intelligence to share. As well as a Stossian spy returning to the fold, or at least that's what it seemed like. Sonia's eye turned to Natasha, who stood stiffly at attention in her still whole Brusican intelligence uniform, looking her over with some remaining skepticism. Her eye also noted the attractive curves of her body, the pleasant lines of her hips, the tops of which were exposed above her waistline… the swell of the woman's chest underneath the tight black top of her enemy uniform. She did look like a woman capable of espionage, her physical attributes able to coerce those Brusicans. Sonia wasn't quite sure how to handle this new variable. The waters off the coast of Tenany (getting Brusica involved in another front, otherwise this story is turning into everyone v. Stossia) Name: High Captain Abigail (Abby) Clarke Age: 24 Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Appearance: 5'10” tall, with auburn hair in a braid down her back, green eyes and pale skin. Her physique is tall and statuesque, her body kept in excellent condition with regimented daily exercise. Her women's Brusican Navy uniform is pale grey: the top is a sleeveless turtleneck garment, with the rank insignia on the neck. The bottom is grey trousers and black boots.. Personality: Captain Clarke was promoted to High Captain at such a young age because of her father, a former high ranking admiral who now serves at the royal court. She's very self-conscious of how she got her position, and because of it is constantly trying to prove herself worthy of the post, and worried her subordinates are silently judging her. – Abby stood on the deck of her ship, the Royal Brusican Ship Vanguard, looking out at the Tenany ships on the horizon. Her lieutenant spoke up to her. “Captain, won't attacking Tenany just help the Stossians? Aren't we just making it harder on ourselves?” Abby put the binoculars down and shook her head. “That's not what headquarters thinks. If the Stossians see Tenancy is vulnerable, they might shift their offensive away from us. And intelligence has been concerned that Tenany has been too quiet on our border, that they might have been planning an attack anyway. Best to strike first and hope the Stossians see blood in the water.” She turned to the other bridge officers. “Ready the long range tickle cannons, and tell the carriers to launch fights and dive bombers. I want as many ships laughing wrecks as possible before they can turn around and retaliate. Full speed ahead, all ships!” The Brusican fleet lumbered and engines churned, the floating behemoths slowly gaining speed, the sound of the propellers almost eager sounding in Abby's ears, as was she. It had been too long since she was in a good fight. |
| “I’ve got this one Jessica!” After the initial shot fired to start to boarding procedure, Admiral Bradley’s crew went to work immediately, diving headfirst into the ranks of the Featherstalian’s crew, fingers wiggling and guns a-blazing from both sides. As he looked around for a target, he spotted a male Featherstalian shooting at his own crew members with an assault rifle and pistol, his victims falling to the ground in weak laughter. Knowing he had found the Captain of the opposing fleet, the stripes on his uniform a dead giveaway to his position, Bradley recklessly tackled him against a wall before rolling onto the floor, the latter’s gun skittering to the side as his assault rifle became awkwardly trapped between his back and the deck. Skillfully slipping his fingers under the other’s uniform, the Colonel was pleased to hear boyish laughter erupting from his lips as his victim tried to squirm his way out of his grasp, not to much surprise. Absent-mindlessly tickling away, Bradley looked up to scan the area around him, the tides of battle looking to be in the Stossian’s favor. “Jessica! How are you handling over there?!” “I’m alright! These Featherstalians really didn’t know what hit them!” Her own rifle belching out bullets, Jessica dropped another two Featherstalians before throwing her gun away after hearing the tell-tale ‘click’ of empty clip coming from it. Taking out her trench knife, she quickly blocked a shot coming from a male with hair as black as the night, one eye patch strapped across his eye. “Hah! It’ll be a dozen years before you catch me off guard, Featherstalian fool!” “Oh yea? Then what’s Joe doing behind you?” Before she could turn around to try anything, the demolitionist grinned as he crept up behind her, slipping a special grenade down the back of her vest. Gasping as she tried to get it out, the brothers giggled, already knowing what the effects of the grenade were. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Walking slowly in a circle around the captured Brusican spy, Layla eyed the table of tools right beside her, the irony not lost on Eva that she had been the one using the same tools for interrogation just a few mere hours ago. “If you think I’ll sell my country out, you have another thing going for you, you Stossian barbarian.” Giggling as she carefully inspected the goods, Layla grinned, picking up a white plume off the shiny tray lying on the table. “You better be grateful that we had some spare uniforms for us personal guards of Commander Crestellia, otherwise I would have to wear that filthy black outfit of yours. Even though we both know this is an interrogation, I’m wondering how long you’ll last before you’re begging to tell me everything you know… So here come the first few questions. What are your name, rank and division?” “You’ll never be able to find out as long as-pfffftt!” Biting back a snicker, Eva tried to squirm as she felt the red-head move to her side, dipping the tip of the feather into her hollow, delicately drawing circles in the smooth skin. “Take your time, take your time. I’m in no hurry. In fact, the longer you hold out, the more fun I’ll be having.” Mischievously pressing one elbow down on Eva’s squirming ribs as she rested her chin on one hand, her other hand continued to swipe the feather up and down, a few giggles and chuckles escaping the Brusican spy’s lips despite her best efforts. Even through squinted eyes, Eva could see her adversary’s cleavage at the corners of her eyes, just barely contained within her thin tank top. Not letting up her efforts, Layla didn’t stop as she verbally teased the giggling Eva, all the while digging her elbows further into the ticklish spots between her victim’s ribs. “When we fought just now, you liked to rake that dastardly feather dagger sword against my own underarms, didn’t you? Well how do you like it now, Brusican dog?” Collapsing into full-blown giggles, Eva tittered as she felt the same ticklish sensations that the girl she had personally interrogated felt a few hours ago, both of them being reduced to a giggling frenzy. What made it even worse was that no matter how hard she tugged and pulled on her restraints, no amount of twisting and turning could give her any respite from the ticklish feather dancing about across her skin. “Gaahahahahaa! I’m not tahahahaaalking anytime soon, Stossian! If I recall, you laahahahaughed much harder and mohhoohohohore than me, didn’t you!” An annoyed tick forming onto Layla’s forehead, she placed the feather onto the tray, jumping onto the table as she straddled the brunette on her waist. “Luckily for me, I remembered that someone was wearing something that exposed much skin on her body in one particular spot… Where could it be?” As the Colonel’s eyes widened, already guessing the former’s intentions, she didn’t have time to prepare herself as ten wiggling digits dug into her taut belly, digging into her sensitive flesh as she burst into a chorus of tittering laughter, her body bucking on the table as it tried to dislodge the weight on it. “Ooohhh, a feisty one aren’t you? Did I find a rather sensitive spot? I think I did! Tickle tickle tickle!” As the red-head giggled and laughed along with her victim, digging her nails into Eva’s soft sides, the latter finally caved in, knowing that the Stossian’s would have gotten her name sooner or later. “It’s Evaahahaaaha! Eva Byrd the Colonal, in the Espionaahaaahahage division!” Withdrawing her hands reluctantly, Layla gave the brunette a moment to recover her strength as she absorbed this new information. “Someone from the spy division, eh? Then you must have many secrets to share with us, don’t you, Brusican?” “Like I’ll ever… Give them to the likes of you… Stossian whore!” Even through her brave words, she saw Layla motion towards the entrance of the room, both a male and female walking in, a grin on their faces as they took up positions around the Colonel. “You underestimate us, Eva Byrd. While we Stossians might not be the most… Refined, in our tickle torture methods, we of the Commander Sonia’s personal guard like to… How should I put it… break our prisoners through sheer numbers. Let’s see how long you can last against 3 of some of the most skilled ticklers we have at once, hmm?” As three pairs of hands begun to descend onto her body once more, Eva could only hope help was arriving sooner rather than later… __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Closing the door to her private room in the now-occupied town hall, the General of Stossia’s land forces let out a relieved sigh as she motioned for her guest to sit down on a chair before turning her back to undress. “So… Natasha, was it? Don’t tell anyone else, but those meetings always leave me extremely exhausted.” Maintaining her cover of being a Stossian spy, Natasha silently nodded as she knew that the perfect opportunity to catch the Stossian leader off guard was nigh. “After those horrendous gas attacks, I’m surprised that even half our forces are still clothed. But I digress; you must be tired after staying behind Brusican lines for so long. Before you tell me what you have learnt, why don’t you have a drink? Which would you prefer, tea or coffee?” Cautiously eyeing the door, the blonde agent made her choice. “If possible, coffee plea-” Before she could finish her sentence, Natasha grunted as she found herself being thrown onto the bed face first, one arm twisted behind her back in an awkward position. As Sonia used one knee to press against the other blonde’s back, keeping her pinned, she leaned closer, whispering into the latter’s ear. “If you’re truly a Stossian spy, then pray tell me what the answer to our secret code is. ‘Love, Life and…?’” Frozen, Natasha tried to think of an answer. “Is it ‘Live’?” “Wrongly answered. The correct answer is ‘Laugh’, Brusican spy. I knew there were too many coincidences piling up for you to be one of our agents sent behind the lines. Even though you had me thrown off by the blonde hair, you acted too much like a Brusican for my liking.” Even as she admired her opponent’s curvy physique, the fingers of her free hand slowly trailed along the small of her back, admiring her smooth skin before dipping into her squirming hips. “Now that I have sent away my personal guards to deal with another matter while I have you all to myself, why don’t you start by telling me what your mission was?” Knowing it was too late to throw excuses at the shrewd general, Natasha’s eyes quickly caught the sight of something dangling next to her ear. Shooting out with her own free hand, she gave it a sharp tug, pulling onto the loose tie hanging by Sonia’s neck. As the Commander gave a surprised gasp as she let go of person under her to frantically undo her stuck tie, Natasha quickly pulled the other woman onto the bed as they both tussled for the upper hand. Even though the Brusican’s uniform was already quite exposed around her waist, along with it being quite thin by normal standards, Sonia just realized her mistake of partial undressing a few moments ago as the other blonde darted her fingers into her partially unbuttoned blouse, poking and squeezing at her semi-exposed upper body. Eventually, Natasha finally got the upper hand as she pulled the other’s tie off of their body, craftily using it as a noose as she pulled it tight around one of Sonia’s wrists before tying the other end to one end of the bed. Using one leg to pin down the General’s remaining hand, Sonia grinned as she pulled apart Sonia’s blouse to reveal the Stossian’s assets barely contained within a lacy bra. Even as she admired her adversary’s figure she pieced together a plan to hopefully obtain information. “Since your personal guards are away, nobody will be suspicious if say… Their beloved general starts laughing hsyterically in her own room, would they?” One eye slowly widening as she comprehended the position she had placed herself in, she knew that no matter how hard she called for help, no one would be able to hear her from inside the upper floors of the building, much less from her own room. “Since I don’t know when your guards are coming back, I’m on a tight schedule, Miss General. So why don’t you start by telling me where all your troops are stationed at, and who are the main commanders for your army?” Seeing the defiant look in the other blonde’s eyes, Natasha knew she wouldn’t be getting any answers without resorting to drastic measures. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Coochie Coochie Coo!” Leaning back as she drew her feather dagger, Natasha expertly sliced its length across the Sonia’s inner thighs; the latter already bursting into hysterical laughter, legs kicking uselessly at the foot of the bed. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Jogging briskly down the corridor to the General’s private room, a raven-haired female soldier nervously wondered what would happen to her after the General had heard the message that had been given to her to deliver by the Stossian guards defending the perimeter of Lephia. “A Brusican messenger has contacted us. Apparently we are to receive a particular Brusican noble with diplomatic immunity coming to Lephia in order to negotiate terms with us the day after this. They have asked for us to make preparations for her arrival.” Gulping, she turned right, the door to the General’s quarters and her answers lying directly up ahead. |
| After the enemy solders that had Duskero pined got taken care of, the brothers help their captain up. He opens his eyes after he's noticed the tickling stopped. "What happened?" he asks with a groan. Josh smiles as he says "We helped you sir." Duskero looks around for the people that pined him down earlier the brothers take notice as Joe says "If your wondering about those guys that pined you down earlier the surrendered & went to the brig." Duskero looks confused as he asks "How did that happen?" The brothers smirk as they simultaneously say "Let's just say we have our ways sir." Josh then says "But let's not worry about that, we've got other solders that need saving sir!" |
| "Radar contact! Unknown ships 30 miles away at 0-7-0!" Jessica turned to the radar officer, and then to the view port. Indeed, just over the horizon were smudges belching thick smoke into the sky. Small blips flew into the air. No doubt planes coming to take our their force. "Flank speed! AA gunners stand by! Helmsman, make course port ten degrees!" Her orders came out at a rapid pace, but the men and women heeded them all the same. The other warships of the Western Striking Force maneuvered to battle stations. Off the starboard bow, Jessica could see the massive carriers turning away from the Brusican force. Lexington and Saratoga were ungainly in turns, but could reach 30 knots at flank speed. Their escorts came to join, a half dozen of the modern fleet destroyers with two light cruisers leading. Atlanta and Juneau had little armor compared to Exeter, but their main batteries of rapid firing five inchers could turn whole squadrons into a ticklish mess. "Ma'am! Center Force is steaming towards us. Will reach us in one hour!" Jessica nodded, The battle could be over by then. "Contact Indianapolis and her division! We will engage the enemy fleet and buy time for our carriers to escape!" A chorus of "Aye aye!" sounded throughout the bridge as the heavy cruiser heaved to port. The turrets aboard the ship swung to port as the fire control centers fore and aft started to track the incoming ships. All around, the Tenany ships moved into battle formations. Up ahead of her ship was the division of older destroyers. Beautiful ships with four pipes and flushed decks, they were an older model but updated with current guns and torpedoes. They steamed in line formation, before coming to port to release a smoke screen. It didn't matter for Exeter, for the cruiser had radar built into her fire control. As Jessica barked out orders on the bridge, the officer in the forward fire control tracked the incoming ships. The man's dark skins gleamed with sweat as he watched the lead ship come closer. Judging by the signature, it had to be a cruiser-type. "Range now, 8000 yards! Fire!" Exeter shook as she unleashed a full broadside. The officer tracked the shells, and cursed. "Short! Adjust for 500!" Another shudder, this time only Exeter's forward turrets opened up to conserve ammunition. "Long! Decrease 200!" For a few minutes, this dance of shells drew on. The rapid maneuvering of the cruiser did not help the officer. At last, he saw a deluge of shells appear on both sides of the enemy blip. A straddle. "Good! Now rapid salvo!" Exeter opened up with a thunderous roar. This time, two 8 inch shells crashed into the superstructure of the enemy cruiser. The shells did their work, spraying ticklish substance that could punch into the armor of the ship. The sailors hit found themselves overcome with ticklish agony. To their horror, their uniforms seemed to melt away, leaving them more exposed. One poor brunette found herself giggling mad while trying to hold onto the remains on her bikini cut underwear. The Brusican cruiser had no chance for escape. As the bridge crew tried to steer the ships out of Exeter's fire, it came under shelling from Indianapolis. In a few moments, the vessel came to a halt, with more than three quarters of her crew now laughing and in a state of undress. From the bridge, Jessica smiled. We may be able to capture that ship later if fortune holds in our favor. The stage was set for a naval battle that eclipsed all the prior ones. Outside of Exeter and Indy, three more heavy cruisers moved to engage. Quincy, Canberra, and Salt Lake City steamed closer, each bringing their own division of four destroyers apiece. The Brusican navy may have more ships, but the Tenany ships held superior fire control and firepower. Jessica tensed, feeling the adrenaline pour through her system. "Any word from Lexington and Saratoga 's squadrons?" "Ma'am! They're scrambling what's left to counter the Brusican's! The rest are heading for the Stossian/Featherstalian engagement!" I hope what we have is enough until Center Force arrives. Jessica grit her teeth. Exeter was outnumbered, but would never be outfought! *If you want to know what these ships looked like, type in their names with WWII.* __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Johnny stood at the edge of the woods, holding his breath. Beyond the trees towards the valley lay the first line of dug in Stossian troops. Beyond that, a small hamlet. Beyond the hamlet, across another valley, lay Lephia. That was the Division's objective for the day. He heard that their missing scout company was being brought to the major town for interrogation. It seemed a tall order; the previous day's engagement had drained many soldiers. Now, at 0900, they were to advance. "Be ready to move out." The captain's words kept Johnny alert as he scanned his squad. Seven women and four men made it up. All but one held a rifle, the other had a submachine gun. He frowned at one of the younger boys who was busy admiring the backside of a female rifleman who didn't help matters by bending over further to show it off. "Stand by for the signal." Johnny wanted to question the officer, but kept his mouth shut. No one what the signal was, at least at the squad level. The young sergeant was about to tell his two flirty squad-mates to cut it out, when it seemed the heavens opened up. Artillery of all calibers opened up, deluding the Stossian Main Line of Resistance with ticklish shells. Like their naval counterparts, they could tickle and dissolve clothes. Over head, small single engine bombers streaked down to launch tickle rockets and bombs at hard points. That's one hell of a signal! Now the time came as each officer blew their whistles. At that, the armored tanks belched smoke as they advanced. Designed to support infantry and engage other tanks, the green single-turreted machines creaked over the grass as the infantry moved forward. "Use the tank as cover! Advance!" Johnny led the squad as it emerged from the woods. Every soldier knew the moment had come. It was time for the counterattack of a lifetime! |
| The Middle of the Brusican-Tenany Naval Battle Captain Abby Clarke hastily re-tied a shoulder strap of her top back together. She, like most of the crew, had been stripped to her underwear from the barrage of Tenany guns. Her bikini-style underwear was threatening to fall apart now, but she didn't have time to worry about it. She was also struggling not to giggle from the lingering effects of the last round. The enemy was able to fuse the tickle substance with the corrosive one, something Brusica had yet to master. As a result, the Brusicans had needed to double their attacks just for the same effect. “Hehehe, rrrr… w-what's the status of the fleeheheheeheheet?” Abby asked, fighting the urge to titter girlishly. It felt as if thousands of tiny feathers were fluttering against her bare belly, making her want to curl up in a giggly ball. But she couldn't give in while the battle raged. She swatted at the air, trying to disperse the remaining gas from the deck. “S-starboard and port squadrons are besting the enemy- hehehehehe...” A subordinate reported. She was a short dark-haired young woman who had ended up completely topless. Her arms darted to her chest, wrapping it up to guard against the phantom sensations, not that it did any good. She rubbed at the undersides of her breasts, which were apparently a weak spot on the woman which the Tenany substance was taking full advantage of. Unfortunately for the Captain, this also made for quite the visual distraction as well. “Ahem. S-sorry Captain-neehehe. But our Center Squadron has taken the brunt of the atta-hahahahack…. And we're penned in on both sihihihiihides!” That meant the battle hadn't been a complete disaster, on on the horizons it looked like Brusican ships were outnumbering and besting their smaller Tenany counterparts. The dreadnoughts were firing long range cannons from a distance, assisting the flanks in turning the tide of battle. But ships were thick in the water around the RBS Vanguard, and her crew was almost useless now, most of them on their knees laughing hysterically at their post, ranging from half-clothed to completely nude. Then a klaxon sounded, the whine of the alert indicating a ship pulling alongside, too close for cannon fire. “Distribute arms! We're about to be -ehehe- boarded!” Abby yelled out, although looking around at her crew, they seemed in no shape for hand to hand combat. Still tenderly holding her shoulder strap in place with one hand, Captain Clarke picked up a tickle pistol with the other, and turned to see a Tenany vessel pulling alongside imperiously. Her subordinate did the same alongside her, fighting the urge to continue to protect her exposed chest from the lingering ticklish sensations. Stossian Interrogation Room, Lephia Eva was having enough problems dealing with one set of hands tickling her, let alone three. She could tell Layla was a skilled tickler, even if not quite as skilled as Eva herself. The redheaded Stossian straddling Eva's waist had already found some sensitive places on her: a spot to the inside of Eva's hips on her lower tummy proved especially sensitive to Layla's softly skittering fingertips, making the Brusican spy erupt in girlish laughter. Layla was quick to pick up on when she had found a weak spot, and exploit it mercilessly. “Ooh, that tickles a lot, doesn't it? Someone's got a tickle spot right here, huh? Tickle tickle tickle!” Layla teased, and all Eva could do was shake her head in futile denial at her teasing. But if that weren't enough, the two other tickle interrogators had taken their places. The man, a tall stocky fellow with short dirty blond hair and a beard, had taken a seat next to Eva's bare feet, and had taken a long stiff feather to the woman's arches. Her feet tried to flinch away, but they were tied down to tightly to do more than wiggle. He grabbed the toes of one foot, pulling them back so the feather could run along them over and over… Meanwhile the other woman, a taller woman with long blonde hair, pale blue eyes and a disconcertingly impish expression on her face, had moved above Eva's head. Well-manicured nails touched down at Eva's wrists, and began to drag down her arms with a deliberate pace, down and down past her elbows, down her upper arms… gliding all the way down the smooth skin to build up the anticipation before finally skittering into the outstretched hollows of her underarms. The woman leaned over to whisper teases into Eva's ear- “I can tell how ticklish you are… Eva, was it? Such a ticklish woman, I can see how ticklish that belly of yours is. And these smooth underarms, I could just tickle and tickle them all day. But your too ticklish to handle that, aren't you? Ticklish girl, just give us some information, and we can be nice...” 'Stop that teasing, both of you damn Stossian women!' Eva screamed in her mind as she continued to giggle and laugh constantly. 'I have to focus, have to resist until reinforcements arrive… No, get away from there, you redheaded dog!' Eva's mind warred with itself, trying to muster all the mental focus she could on resisting the tickling, while the teasing and tickling wore it away stroke by stroke.. “You know, Brusican, there are plenty of other places we can tickle too, if you're not going to cooperate.” The blonde woman said, giving a knowing look to Layla, who nodded in response. The blonde's nails moved from Eva's armpits to begin softly stroking around her breasts with flirtacious tickles that were slowly spiraling towards her nipples. At the same time, Layla's tickling moved lower, and lower… down her belly and waistline to tease against her womanhood with suggestive flicks of her fingers. Layla let out a surprised moan amidst her giggles, quickly stifling it as best she could and mentally cursing herself for doing so. “You Brusicans are all ruled by your lustful bodies and not your minds. It's why we'll win this war in the end.” Layla said confidently, grinning as she found more and more ways to tickle and arouse her prisoner, and wondering how long she's be able to keep resisting. She hoped for a little while longer, at least. General Sonia Crestellia's Quarters “Just tell me what I want to know, General, and I can stop this...” Natasha told her captive, as her feather dagger traced another path up and down the General's smooth inner thighs, brushing them in a back and forth motion up and down, sending the woman into hysterics. “These thighs are definitely a weak point on you, and I'm not going to stop until you give me what I want to know… this spot is quite sensitive too, isn't it?” The feather dagger moved upward, to the exposed triangle of skin from Sonia's partially unbuttoned blouse. The feather dagger twirled around the rim of the woman's bellybutton, causing the General to burst into high pitched giggles that she couldn't control. Just then, the door to Sonia's quarters opened, and a raven haired woman entered. “I'm sorry to disturb you, General, but I have an important message th- Ah!” The woman gasped in surprise as she saw the scene on the bed, the Brusican double agent tickling the restrained General. Natasha glanced up in surprise. Acting fast, she reached into a pouch on her belt and through a packet of tickle powder at the messenger. The packet exploded on impact, sending a spray of powder onto the woman's exposed skin. She, like most of her compatriots, had lost part of her uniform in the attack, and was now topless. The powder coated her breasts and midriff instantly, and as it did the woman's eyes opened wide, feeling a powerful ticklish sensation everywhere the powder made contact. She immediatealy fell to the floor, erupting in laughter and hugging herself tightly as the ticklish feeling only got more and more intense. Natasha turned back to the General. “Do you like it? It's a hard substance to fabricate, so we don't get much of it, but as you can see its very effective. That powder will permanently sensitize that poor girl's skin. Her breasts and belly will be oh so ticklish from now on. And if she isn't treated quickly… well, the effect could even be permanent.” The General's eye opened wide, and again she felt the feather dagger stroking at her thighs, making her bite her lip not to laugh. “I have one more packet, and I could dump it all over these smooth thighs. Just think- for the rest of your life these thighs will be extremely sensitive to the slightest tickle… unless of course, you have some information for me?” The General decided she had to give this Brusican something, anything. “We have -ehehehehe your Colonel! She's in the-ehehehehehe interrogation cell!” Sonia burst out, and right as she did Natasha intensified the tickling, no longer the deliberate teasing but coaxing out hard laughter. “What?!” Natasha said angrily. “Then that changes things. I'm going to have to exhaust you as much as possible, then go get her out… Sorry about this, but I need you to be out of commission for a little while...” The Brusican spy said, as she tickled and tickled... finally, after long minutes of non-stop tickling, Natasha left the exhausted, panting General and her helplessly giggling subordinate, and strode confidently out of the room towards the interrogation room. She knew she couldn't run, or it would attract suspicion. But she had to free Eva before it was too late! |
| “Huff… Huff… That Brusican spy… I knew we couldn’t have trusted her…” Groaning as she tried her best to slip out of the tie as soon as her captor had fled the room, Sonia finally managed to get free, her slender arms proving to be useful in such a situation. Hearing the sound of giggles on the floor as she rubbed her wrists, the General remembered that another of her soldiers had entered the room, only to get ambushed by the Brusican as well. Knowing she couldn’t leave her subordinate after hearing what the Brusican had said about the powder’s effects being permanent after a certain period of time, Sonia helped her up onto the bed, trying to get through to her even as the latter’s hands darted across her upper body, trying to block the unseen tickling sensations from the tickling powder covering her skin. “H-Hey! Snap out of it soldier! Hold your giggles in!” “I ca-ahahahaaan’t, Genehehehheeral! It tickles so badly! Teheheheehahaa! It feels like a dozen ha-ahahahhaands tickling all over my skin!” Writhing on the bed in ticklish agony, Sonia sighed, knowing she had to delay her pursuit in order to help the poor girl out. Briskly getting a wet towel from her bathroom, Sonia sat beside the giggling soldier. “Try not to squirm so much. This is going to tickle a bit.” As she rubbed and scrubbed the cool towel across the girl’s ribs, the latter started to squeal even more, the sensation of the cool towel akin to several feathers gliding across her bare skin. “Hold still… I can’t get the powder off of you otherwise. You don’t want to be here laughing for the whole day do you?” As the girl’s giggling and squirming quietened down, Sonia continued to wash her smooth skin clean of the sensitive dust until most of her body was power-free. Seeing her finally able to get her giggling under control aside from the occasional chuckle, Sonia was about to make a move to chase after the blonde Brusican when she heard the soldier speak. “Actually General Crestellia, before you go, I have a message from the guards situated around the border of Lephia.” Cocking her head to one side for the other to go on, the female soldier told her what her superiors had instructed her to deliver to the General. As Sonia took a moment to digest what she had just heard, she let out another sigh, standing up. “Alright, I get the gist of it. Go and take a moment to wash up, soldier. I’ll go relay the message to everyone I can find before I head on over to the interrogation room in the basement. Layla and the rest should be in there tickling that other Brusican spy that we caught, and if my hunch is correct, I should be able to find the blonde Brusican there crashing the party as well…” ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Stifling another moan from escaping her already trembling lips, both Layla and Illyria looked at Eva’s flushed cheeks, giggling to each other before continuing their teasing and ministrations, leaving Drake sighing as he carelessly sawed a feather in between the naked Brusican’s wiggling toes knowing that he had better things he could have been doing other than helping these two release their pent up frustration on the rather ‘unfortunate’ Brusican spy who had been caught. “Aren’t you two quite done? How about we give her a break? We’ve been going like this for 2 hours straight, and she doesn’t seem close to be breaking anytime soon.” “I can feel it Drake, she’s about to crack any second now… Aren’t you, you ticklish little thing?” Whispering huskily into the Brunette’s ear, Illyria gave a small lick in her inner lobe, the ticklish sensation causing Eva to give out an uncharacteristic girlish yelp, before collapsing back into laughter. Nails tracing up and down the sides of the latter’s jiggling chest, Eva couldn’t even muster the strength to speak back at her captors, her energy constantly spent on her own pouring laughter and trying to squirm away from the blonde’s fingertips. “Oh I’m pretty sure she is. Just look at how she’s having so much fun here! Not feeling so tough now eh, Miss Spy?” One hand poking along the rim of Eva’s taut belly, Layla’s other hand wandered around below her naval, one mischievous finger scratching the insides of her thighs. With every small movement of her digit, the Colonel gave out another suppressed gasp, the electrifyingly pleasurable and ticklish sensations exploding in her mind. “Now that you seem to have loosened your tongue with all this laughing, mind telling us more information about yourself, or maybe about… the Brusican forces?” As a loud click was heard, all three ticklers quickly turned their heads towards the door to see Natasha Urellia standing there, one hand raised in a salute. “After giving her the information I gathered while undercover, General Crestellia has asked me to check on how the interrogation of the Brusican dog was going along.” As the three of them returned to their duties, the blonde male nonchalantly waved one hand at her, obviously not interested at staying here any longer than he had to. “Ah it’s going along great. You’re welcome to join in the tickling, if you like. You can even take over my part if you want.” “…Ah, is that so? Well then, I’ll kindly take you up on your offer…” Walking up slowly behind the unsuspecting male, Drake didn’t even realize something was amiss until he felt two hands slipping into his pants before going into his undergarments; a pair gloved fingers gliding about. As he tumbled to the ground laughing hysterically, hands wrapped around the area of his crotch as an extremely itchy and ticklish feeling came from inside his pants, both Illyria and Layla’s eyes shot wide, already guessing what had happened from the sly smile on Natasha’s face. Being the one closer to the door, Illyria could only manage to take a few steps before a weight pounced on her from behind. As Natasha rubbed what tickle powder she had left on her gloved hands into the other’s tank top, the blonde too gave a small chuckle before a stream of hearty laughter streamed out of her throat, the Brusican not letting up as she dug her fingers into her squirming victims ribs, preventing any notion of crawling away. “Grrr, you’re not getting away with this, you double-crossing Brusican!” As Layla was about to get up to help her comrades, something shot past her, hitting the clamps holding Eva’s wrists to the table. Rubbing her now freed wrists, the Brusican grinned as she grabbed Layla’s own wrists, a look of ticklish vengeance in her eyes. As the red-head gulped, she could only hope that General Crestellia would come to save them soon. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ “Alright, what’s going on down her-“ Mouth opening in a small ‘o’ in amusement at what she was seeing in the interrogation room, Sonia saw her former tickler, the blonde in the Brusican uniform, handily tickling both a squirming Drake and Illyria with one hand each, both of their laughter seemingly louder than usual for what they’re being given, the power on Natasha’s gloves already telling Sonia how she had gotten them. Looking over to were their captive was supposed to be, Sonia was caught in even more surprise at seeing her best soldier with her hands trapped in the locks meant to hold Eva’s wrists, the latter digging with her fingers into the red-head’s sensitive pits, with nothing Layla could do but laugh as her hands struggled about, trying to slip free of the tight bands holding them. “Ok, that’s enough play time. Time to stop tickling, all of you.” Caught up in tickling her victims, Natasha didn’t realized what had happened until the Stossian general was besides the table her superior was on. About to fight the Stossian, Natasha’s facade turned into one of surprise, along with everyone else in the room, as Sonia opened the shackles binding both Layla’s hands and Eva’s feet to the table. Quickly getting off of the Brusican, Layla pointed at the Brusicans. “General, what are you doing! That’s the Brusican spy that we’re interrogating! And the other is also a Brusican!” Rubbing her temples in order to sooth herself, Sonia beckoned for all of them to follow her. “New orders. Apparently there’s a Brusican noblewomen along with her escort that’s coming to us to negotiate terms. From what I heard, she’s a pretty good diplomat too.” Suddenly remembering something, Sonia glanced back at Eva, eyeing up the curvaceous spy as she handed her a black package. “And by the way, I heard she’s arrived in our camp already and headed to this town hall. I took the liberty of getting your clothes from the items we’ve impounded. Wouldn’t want to greet her naked, would you?” |
| "Helm! Pull us alongside that Brusican ship! Prepare to deploy the Marines!" The crew followed Jessica's orders as Exeter came alongside the stopped vessel. The Tenany cruiser had taken several direct hits from enemy ships. It was still combat effective, but a quarter of the crew were laughing themselves into hysterics. The Brusican dreadnoughts were the real problem, and Jessica hoped that staying close to friendly cruiser would cause the capital ships to back off. The heavy cruiser normally was not meant to board a ship like the navy of the old, but it was a desperation tactic the young captain was willing to try. Slowly, the cruiser came alongside the stranded Brusican ship. "Moor!" The cry of a Chief Petty Officer signaled a few dozen sailors to fire their short range harpoons at the vessel. Some wrapped around the superstructure, while others hammered into the hull. After a few seconds, the lines expanded in contact with the seawater to form crude footbridges. They weren't the best, but the lines were strong enough to hold the weight of the Marines. Watching from the bridge, Jessica turned to her XO. "What is the status of Lexington and Saratoga's air group?" "Ma'am, air strike is away! They're targeting the capital ships first." From her vantage point, Jessica could see the low-level torpedo bombers make for the closest Dreadnought. No sooner had they left when the first of the Brusican bombers approached. For a second, the young woman held her breath, visions of the carriers a ticklish hell filled her head. Then the supporting cruisers opened fire. {Atlanta/i} and Juneau lit up the sky with a tremendous roar. Puffs of black smoke filled the sky around the enemy bombers. Each shell was meant to tickle the crew while shutting down mechanical parts on board the aircraft. The enemy squadrons wavered as their numbers dwindled. The covering fire was enough for the torpedo bombers to press home on their target. She could see around two dozen of them begin runs on the lead dreadnought, approaching from both sides as to prevent the ship's escape. "Ma'am! Marines are boarding!" Jessica turned back, looking at well over one hundred green uniformed Marines cross over to the enemy ship. She made a mental note to ask Fleet High Command why almost all of them were women. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Name: Claire Easton Age: 25 Gender: Female Orientation: Lesbian Appearance: At 5' 6'', she is shorter than most female Marines, yet is athletic. She has short red hair with green eyes and freckles. She wears the standard green uniform of the Tenany Marine Corps. She wields a Thompson tickle gun. Personality: While caring for her teammates, she loves to tickle the enemy females. Keeping cool in battle, she shows off a devilish side when it comes to tickling. Perhaps that is why she is the designated tickler aboard Exeter for information gathering. "Move up!" Claire shouted as her fire team made their way up the ladders of the enemy vessel. The squad was ordered to take the bridge, with Claire's team in lead. Resistance was light so far, with so many of the Brusicans laughing mad and half naked. Tickle gunfire could be heard nearby, but Claire paid no mind to it. "Contact!" The pointwoman shouted before she was hit in the chest. The perky blonde started laughing mad as her breasts exploded in ticklish laughter. Cursing, Claire fired a burst from the shoulder and caught the topless attacker in the stomach and groin. She let her teammate capture the topless beauty before making her way inside the bridge. "Tenany dog!" Claire barely ducked to avoid the tickle shot, giggling as it creased her exposed neck. She fired from the hip, catching the gun-toting woman in the legs and arms. She tumbled to the deck laughing like a madwoman. "Gotcha!" Laughing, Claire slung her weapon over her shoulder before grabbing the officer. "I hope you like tickling!" She taunted as the Marine started pulling the woman in a backwards bear hug. |
| Name: Countess Vanessa Fethirassa Age: 30 Gender: Female Orientation: Bi Appearance: A pale woman with dark eyes and hair kept up elaborately behind her head, Vanessa is a forceful presence in a room despite only being 5'3". She is dressed in a scarlet blouse that fully covers her torso yet reveals a plunging neckline, black gloves also cover her hands. A golden necklace/choker with small jewels is wrapped around her neck, accentuating her nobility. She wears tight leather pants and long high heeled boots that cover her calves. All told she is conservatively dressed compared to the norms of her countrymen, but despite hiding much of her skin, her figure is clearly beautiful, another tool for her to use in negotiations. Personality: Vanessa has never had any military training, preferring the intrigue of Brusican court politics. She has a careful and manipulative mind, but is willing to be aggressive and pursue unconventional strategies, something of a gambler. She has been more successful than not, and as a result of her influence has been asked to take on diplomatic duties with Stossia and potentially other nations. Her family has been a rival of Eva Byrd's, and that has only continued this generation. From some whispers at court, she is rumored to have a massive tickle fetish, with the scandalous story that her favorite maid has no other duty except to go to Vanessa's bed and give her a 'cleaning' with her feather duster deep into the night in order to satisfy her insatiably lustful employer. Lephia, the interrogation room: Eva tried to dress herself quickly, all too aware of the eyes on her. Not that she completely minded, now that she had a chance to look at her captors on equal footing. The Stossian general was an attractive woman, as were her subordinates… Eva cast a long look at the redheaded woman who she was quickly developing a rivalry with. The man and the blonde woman were still giggling, telling Eva that Natasha must have used up her powder in the escape attempt just now. Eva turned back to the Gen. Crestellia. "I don't know about any Brusican diplomatic mission. What are you talking about?" The general merely shrugged, as if she didn't know any more. "Come see for yourself. Illyria, Drake, get yourselves cleaned up. I've heard that powder can have lasting effects if it's not dealt with. Layla, come with me. We must escort our guests to the main room." Drake and Illyria started to attempt to wash off the powder from themselves and each other, the effort clearly a ticklish affair. Illyria had gotten it all under her tank top, and had to take it off in order to use a washcloth. She slowly wiped down her ribs and along her chest, giggling like mad all the while, the effective result was that she was tickling herself as she did so, barely able to keep her composure at all. Meanwhile, Drake had moved a quiet corner, and was having a whole different set of difficulties cleaning off the affected areas on him… amidst his giggles could also be heard gasps and suppressed moans. Sonia, Eva, Natasha, and Layla walked upstairs into a large conference room. There two Brusican honor guards were standing on either side of the diplomat, a woman who began to speak. "My name is Countess Vanessa Fethirassa, empowered by the Queen with full diplomatic powers regarding the hostilities with Stossia." Vanessa tilted her head towards Eva, as if noticing her for the first time. "Ah, Eva! I had heard you were captured in the last battle. I'm glad to find you unharmed… and perhaps even enjoying yourself a bit?" Vanessa smirked, observing the reddened cheeks and disheveled hair on Eva, who had been subjected to an intense and sensual interrogation only minutes ago. Eva only scowled in reply, having to stand politely at attention for the representative of the crown. Vanessa back to Sonia. "I assume, of course, that you will return any captured Brusicans to us?" Sonia shook her head slowly. "Not until negotiations are concluded. Until then Brusican prisoners of war, especially high ranking ones like Col. Byrd here. You understand we wouldn't want to weaken our negotiating position before it's even started, don't you?" Sonia's one eye looked back coolly at Vanessa, the two sizing each other up for a moment, before the Countess smiled again. "Fair enough. I leave them in your care. Please do keep my good friend Eva properly entertained during her stay with you." Vanessa grinned impishly at Eva, who stared back daggers in silence, wishing she had the authority to protest. "Thank you for understanding." Sonia replied. "Layla, escort Col. Byrd to quarters. Somewhere secluded, preferably. She will be your responsibility for the evening. Have someone tell Illyria to do the same to our double-agent here as well." Sonia gestured towards Natasha. Layla saluted, and assertively escorted Eva Byrd out of the room. "Now then, I'm sure Brusica has a lot to discuss with us. We still have some time left today, shall we get started with the negotiations?" The RBS Vanguard: Tenany marines swarmed over the Vanguard like ants, advancing across the deck quickly. The Brusican soldiers were exhausted, half-naked and half-tickled to submission already, and were little match for the trained assault force fresh and well clothed. The large scale battle was dying down, with both sides apparently satisfied with the damage they had inflicted. The Brusicans had lost a number of smaller ships in their aggressive push, but had managed to defeat a significant number of Tenany capital ships before doing so. The Brusican dreadnoughts had stayed at a safe distance, and were now withdrawing before they could be outmaneuvered. But Abby Clarke wasn't aware of any of that. She was wearing only her underwear now, her uniform having melted away some time ago. A Tenany marine had shot her in the arm, and the ticklish sensations had run up it and into her underarm, tickling her like mad. Before she could switch the gun to her other hand and fire again, the marine advanced on her, grabbing her from behind in a bear hug, and shouting "I hope you like tickling!" "Get off mehehehehe, Tenany swine!" Abby burst out, but as she did, the redheaded marine began to tickle her with bare hands. Well trained fingers wriggled dextrously over Abby's soft sides, making her break into another round of laughter, flailing and trying to kick at the other woman. Unfortunately, she wasn't at full strength, and the tickling was further weakening her. In the tight grip, all she could do was wriggle and laugh as the woman continued to tickle her. "Your mine now, Brusican! Coochie coochie coo!" She taunted, as her fingertips roamed over Abby's bare belly. Her fingers seemed to be everywhere at once- running up and down her sides, then skittering over her sensitive belly, then squeezing her lower ribs in a way that made her shriek girlishly. The Tenany soldier wrapped her up in a tight embrace, apparently content to tickle her into submission while her comrades consolidated control of the ship. As a fingertip found its way into her bellybutton and another scritched suggestively along the undersides of her breasts, Abby could only wonder in the back of her mind how long she would be tickled before this woman would be satisfied. |
| Making her way towards the interrogations room to where her ‘escort’ was, Natasha casually took in the amount of soldiers standing guard in the town hall, now actually realizing that she had overestimated the Stossian’s numbers from when she had first seen them. Reaching the flight of stairs leading to the upper or lower levels of the building, a sly smile crept up on her face, having a hunch that it would take quite some time for Illyria to remove the powder she had used on her during her ambush. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I were to have a look around… Maybe I can find something to use against the Stossian’s…” Deciding to push her luck, Natasha headed upwards as she went into the first room at top of the stairs, the sight of various metal cabinets greeting her. Opening one drawer, she carelessly browsed through the dossiers and files, trying to scavenge what useful Intel she could find while she had the opportunity. “Hmmm… Army formations… Instructions against hazardous weather conditions… Oh what’s this…? ‘Confidential: Information about the General and her guard’? The Colonel might want a look at this.” Carefully storing the paper in a pocket, Natasha cautiously exited the room, making sure that nothing was out of place before heading to the next room. Closing the door behind her, a much different sight greeted the blonde this time. Standing in a sparse room with only one window to its side, only a table with an ornately large cloth draped over it, reaching the floor, decorated the room, along with two fancy wooden chairs with leather cushions for comfort. “Well this isn’t much use. Better head over to the next room before they realize that raven-haired woman isn’t with me.” However, as her hand reached for the doorknob, two voices started coming closer and closer towards the door. With only one place in the room to hide, Natasha thought on her feet, scrambling to the only place to hide in the room. “…And that was when you came, Countess. Honestly, if you hadn’t arrived, I wonder what would have happened.” “A full-scale war between Brusica and Stossia at the plains a few clicks away from Lephia? That would be such a political mess. Guards? If you would so kindly wait outside the room, General Crestellia and I have some matters of negotiation to discuss.” Saluting before taking up their places outside the door, Sonia gracefully let her guest of honor enter before closing it softly, gesturing for her to sit down at the opposite end of the table. Feeling a slight twinge of fear at the situation she had now gotten herself in, Natasha could only look as two pairs of legs placed themselves under the table, one in tight leather pants along with almost knee high boots while the other was glad in a pair of garter stockings and a black miniskirt, a pair of black flats covering her feet. “Ahh… I almost forgot the comfort of the black skirt which I haven’t worn in a long time. Even though it’s so comfortable, it’s not very practical.” Crossing her legs out of habit, Sonia laid down her documents on the table, taking one up as she read its contents. “But I digress, Countess Fetherissa. Now, as for the Prisoners Of War that we have…” “Ah yes. If I recall, they were Colonel. Byrd, Warrant Officer Urelia along with a dozen or so Brusican soldiers?” Thinking carefully before giving her affirmation, Sonia nodded, motioning for the Countess to continue. “I propose a trade then. You release all of our forces and in exchange, we’ll release all of yours. That’s about fair, isn’t it?” Giving out a bark of laughter, Sonia continued to read the report, rebutting her adversary’s offer. “Is underestimating your opponents a trait that all Brusicans have? In case you forgot, we have two high ranking espionage officers in our custody, which if we put through some convincing, I’m sure will reveal much more information about your forces than some measly few grunts.” Feigning ignorance, the Countess shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “Hmm… It might have slipped my mind then. You are every bit analytical as the rumors say, General Crestellia. Very well, let’s get on with the real negotiations. About the territory…” Putting on their poker faces, both the General and the Countess started to seriously bargain and counter the others negotiation attempts, trying to get the advantage with each word and sentence. Under the table however, a sly smile crept up on Natasha’s face, an idea forming in her mind to perhaps tip the scales in the Brusican’s favor. Making sure that she was facing the correct pair of legs, the blonde started to slowly slip off the General’s flats off of her stocking-clad feet, taking great measure not to alert the other party. Placing the pair of shoes to one side, Natasha wiggled her fingers in the air, ready to begin her work. “…As for supplies and routes into the Capital, how about granting us with only a five pece-ehehehee!” Eyes wide at what had just spilled out of her mouth, even the Countess momentarily paused, one eyebrow quirked in curiosity. “Are you alright, General. Crestellia? Or would you like to continue negotiations some other time?” “I’m quite alright, thank you very much. Perhaps I’m a little fatigued from the previous battle. As I was saying, how about an imposition of only five percent tax of goods into the capital…” Making sure that she wasn’t giggling herself, Natasha traced another finger along Sonia’s arches, the stockings further amplifying the sensations. Above her, Sonia did her best to maintain a straight face, knowing that if negotiations were to be delayed any further, it would just give the Brusicans more political leverage to work with. Undeterred, the blonde beneath the table trapped Sonia’s feet in the crook of one arm, grinning evilly. “So that doesn’t break you? That’s what I should have expected from the General of Stossia’s army. Let’s see how well you handle this…” “Ah, it seems that I’ve misplaced the documents for our navel negotiations. If you would give me a moment to search for them…” As the countess averted her gaze from General. Crestellia to look inside the many documents she had brought as well, Sonia’s eyes went wide in surprise as her body bolted straight up before a large unwilling grin forced itself upon her face, one fist softly thumping against the table. As the sensation of nails raking against both her feet reached her mind, Sonia finally couldn’t hold her giggles in, trying her best to disguise it as she coughed into her hand. “Ah, here they are. As for our navel agreements, if you were to…” Finding it harder and harder to think straight through the tickling, all the General could do was nod as she tried to pull and tug her feet away from whoever was under the table. Pouting at still not being able to get the other blonde to lose her composure, Natasha looked up to where Sonia’s legs met her skirt, a devious idea coming to her mind. Using one hand to pull down on the ankle of the General’s crossed leg preventing her from escaping, her other hand dragged a nail against the undersides of her exposed thigh, playfully scratching between bare and stocking covered skin. Caught off-guard, Sonia quickly burst out into giggles in front of the Countess before realizing her mistake, clamping one hand over her mouth. A smug grin on her facade at seeing her opponent slip up, Countess Featherissa leaned forward, not wanting to waste this opportunity. “It seems you’re not taking this negotiation very seriously, are you, General Crestellia? Perhaps we should reschedule for another day, when you’re more sober?” No matter how much she protested, the latter knew that no amount of excuses could prevent the fact that she had just given up the political advantage to the Brusican emissary. “However, if you were to somehow… Prove to me… That you are sincere about this discussion, perhaps I may reconsider…” Gulping, Sonia could only wonder what the Countess had in mind. Underneath the table, Natasha put one finger to her lip, also wondering what her superior would do to the other blonde. ___ As the door closed to her 'escorts' private room, Eva Byrd gave an annoyed click of her tongue as she felt herself being shoved from the back into the center of the room, a large fur rug decorating it along with a bed in the corner of the room. Walking past the Colonel, Layla’s hands reached behind her head retying her ponytail as she gripped her hair tie in her mouth, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. “Since the General said to keep you ‘entertained’, I figure we finish our previous match. We never did get to see who was the winner did we? And don’t worry. Even though this room is a little small, it’s far enough so that it won’t draw anyone’s attention. We should be able to finish this by sundown.” “Oh we’ll finish it alright. With you on the floor laughing by my wiggling fingers.” Grinning, both Eva and Layla started to circle each other, determined to see which one of them was truly the more ticklish one, ready to finish what they both started in the alleyway. |
| The coming squall proved a reprieve for the Western Strike Force. The Brusican ships were wisely steaming out of range of the Tenany ships. By and large, the Brusican's did not have radar on their ships, at least on their standard cruisers. The dreadnoughts, intelligence believed, had them, but they too were steaming out of range. One of them was at half speed, having been hit by several torpedoes from Lexington's squadron. They were smart, not willing to be surrounded by the weaker yet numerous Tenany ships. Thought I'd say this battle was a draw. Jessica mused lightly. Exeter had suffered no more hits, but other ships weren't as lucky. Indy was almost at a standstill, having been hit by several dreadnought shells. Well over half the crew were laughing themselves silly, while several electrical systems were knocked out. Quincy and Salt Lake City were in the same state. Only Canberra had come through without a scratch, and she was now steaming with her destroyers over to Exeter's group. All in all, both sides had beaten themselves silly. Jessica's consolation was that the carriers were safe, and reinforcements were coming soon. Plus our prize. The Brusican cruiser was immoblized, as the Marines finished up their work. Reports had been coming in the last few minutes. The battle had been one sided; many of the crew were too worn out from constant tickling and loss of dress to fight. She could see from the bridge the half naked, and fully naked sailors being led to the fantail. "Ma'am! Enemy ship is under our control! Prize crew is being assembled from Exeter and Canberra!" Jessica nods before turning to the enemy ship's stern. "Have all captured officers assembled and brought to interrogation. Let's see what they know." __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________\ Claire was having the time of her life when a squadmate poked her head through. "Captain wants all officers brought to interrogation." She smiled, and look at her captive. "Hope your ready for more cutie." She doesn't wait for her prisoner to respond. Instead, she starts pulling her backwards. She gets a kick when the officer grabs the doorframes and tries to hold on. She laughs; how long can the weak Brusican hold? __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Jonathan could tell they were making progress. Only a few hours had passed, and already his division had pushed through the hamlet and beyond. There was no sign of the scout company though; they must have been moved to Lephia. Speaking of which, he could see the town, only a few miles away. Just a five minute break, and they would be off again. |
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