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“Well well well, what have we here” said a high pitched feminine voice, with a hint of malice. “A little human, lost in the woods?” Alice turned, and gasped. Glowing in the darkness were more than dozen feminine creatures, which looked human, save for a yellow glow coming off their bodies, their translucent golden wings, and their height. Each stood only 6 inches tall, dressed in a bikini which appeared to be made from 2 long blades of grass, one wrapped around their chest, the other around their waist and between their legs. Pixies. Alice gulped. She had heard stories of pixies, mischievous forest spirits that supposedly preyed on travellers at night, playing tricks on them to make them lose their way, before leading them into fatal situations, then fading at dawn to reappear when night fell again. She had never heard of them revealing themselves, but then she remembered the curse. Strangely, the realization of what this meant for their intentions scared her even more.
“Count yourself fortunate, human. Normally we wouldn’t let you leave the forest alive, but for some reason, we have the urge to have some fun with you. And I’m certain what we have in mind, you’ll find quite jovial. I expect it will keep you in high spirits until daybreak.” Alice had no intention of allowing these pixies to tickle her until day, especially given how recently night had fallen. Without another moment of hesitation, she turned and bolted. Laughing with glee, the pixies gave chase. Despite the thick brush, Alice managed to keep from tripping, deftly leaping over roots and bushes, staying near the stream. Unfortunately, as fast as she could run, the pixies could fly faster. Two flew ahead of her, then pulled a vine tight across her path, sending her flying when she tripped over it. Within seconds, the pixies were upon her, slipping a vine noose over each wrists and pulling her arms behind her. They were surprisingly strong and fast, and by the time Alice recovered from the fall, her wrists were bound behind her. However, they were by no means strong enough to keep her down, and in a second she was sprinting away again. This was somewhat hard to do with her arms tied behind her, evidently pixies were good at tying knots. She reached for one of her daggers, but discovered it and all her equipment had been removed from her belt when she fell. She debated going back for them, but decided she’d rather search for it in the daytime. Surely she couldn’t be too far from the road by now? She made it about 50 feet before she stepped right in a snare trap, which yanked her leg out from under her and hoisted her 5 feet in the air, causing her cloak and satchel to fall to the ground.
The pixies soon appeared out of the brush, lighting up the area. With a giggle, they dropped her stolen equipment by her cloak and satchel, while one flew up to her face. “Silly human, you should take better care of your stuff.”
“Is something the matter?” spoke up another, with a pouty tone “You seem scared. Don’t worry, we’re going to make you REAL happy.”
“Please, I beg you, don’t tickle me” pleaded Alice, though she knew they would. The curse ensured there would be no mercy for her.
“Ah, she’s a smart one. Is the little human a ticklish one as well? I sure hope so!” With that, she flew up to Alice’s foot, and began undoing her boot. Alice panicked. She kept her small feet clean and smooth, even more so then the rest of her milky skin, and as a result, they were very, very sensitive. She knew the pixies would unleash pure torment on her if they got her boot off. Without thinking, she used her free leg to kick at them, but they slipped a vine around her other ankle when she did, and pulled her legs apart, while a pixie went to work on her other boot. Now, she was completely helpless. The pixies pulled her shirt out from under her pants, causing it to fall down, exposing the pale skin of her torso, now completely uncovered save for her black bra. They pulled it down over her face so that she couldn’t see anything, tying a knot with it so it formed a hood. Then, the tickling began.
Initially, only a single pixie tickled her. She flew up to Alice’s bellybutton, and gently stroked the inside of it with her hand. Alice started to giggle and attempted to swing away, but the pixie just moved with her swaying.
“Hehe, no, not tickling. Hehehehe.” She couldn’t be sure, but not being able to see seemed to make it tickle even worse than it might normally. Still, she tried to clamp her mouth shut, and keep from laughing.
“Oh yes, tickling. And you are a ticklish one. How can we resist such soft skin? And it’s so sensitive, even for a human” teased the pixie as she continued to poke and rub Alice’s bellybutton with her tiny hand. After a minute or two, she stopped for a few seconds. Then Alice felt something soft brush over her stomach as the pixie circled a long feather around her bellybutton, wielding it like a sword. Alice’s shook her head, trying to keep her mouth closed. To her credit, she succeeded until the feather dipped into her bellybutton, making her break out in giggles. The soft yet stiff feather swirled around, teasing the sensitive skin, as Alice giggled helplessly, unable to stop. Soon two more pixies joined in, brushing feathers up and down her exposed side. This tickled in a completely different way than Hazel’s nails had, but they were unbearable just the same, as they lightly dragged over her sensitive ribcage.
“Hehehehe, ah, not hahaha there hehehehe, I hehehehehehe can’t hehehehehe take hahaha it hahahahaha oh no hehehehe” Alice was now laughing and giggling at the same time, and the intensity only increased when they when another pair joined in at her sides with feathers of their own. She continued swinging to the sides a bit, but the pixies just flew back and forth with her, never letting up for a second. Had the blood not already rushed to her face as a result of being suspended upside down, she would be blushing furiously from the tickling.
“Aw, is the little human still unhappy? I guess we’ll just have to try harder to cheer you up!” said one of the pixies who had been working on removing her boots the whole time. The two had just succeeded on sliding them out from under the vines wrapped around her ankles, exposing her socks, which they now began tugging off.
“Wow, I’d have expected these to stink, but they don’t smell one bit. Someone takes really good care of her feet!” said one pixie as she discarded the sock on the ground, the pixie at her other feet doing the same. “And would you look at that” she said, admiring the pale foot it revealed. “Perfectly smooth. These are going to be real fun to tickle.” The two pixies walked up and down her feet, admiring the soft skin beneath their own feet. Although light and small, just the two of them walking over her feet made Alice giggle, as she wiggled her feet helplessly in the cool air. One of the pixies got down on her knees and began to scratch Alice’s arch, even her tiny hands making Alice go nuts.
“Hahahahahahaha! Not hahahahahaha my ahahahahahahaha feet hahahahahahahahahaha! Any hahahahahahahahaha where hahahahahahahaha but hahahahahahahahaha there ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Alice’s feet were exceptionally ticklish, no doubt in part to how well she cared for them. Despite that, she couldn’t help but do so, and she had never had too much reason to regret it before now. She had lucked out when the witch had focused solely on her sides and underarms, but now she was again helpless, and her cute feet were going to suffer.
“Anywhere but your feet?” asked the pixie on her other foot “We’re going to do everywhere AND your feet!” She then began to brush a short feather up and down the arch, holding it like a broom. If Alice thought the feathers had tickled on her sides and bellybutton, she was in for a ticklish shock. The soft feather sent electric jolts throughout her sole, although it didn’t tickle as badly as the other pixie’s nails. What DID tickle as badly, however, was when it was flipped around, and the quill was used to scratch her soles. Compared to the small nails, it was much more effective, and it dragged over and prodded every inch of her soft foot flesh.
Noticing the effectiveness it had, the pixie on her first foot got a feather of her own. But instead of using it on her arch, she decided to test Alice’s toes. She had another pixie push apart her big toe and the one next to it, then began to saw the feather between them.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not hahahahahahahahahahahahaha my hahahahahahahahahaha toes!” Alice yelled in surprise, the sudden burst of laughter leaving her temporally unable to even form words. She had never being tickled between her toes before, and she hoped she never would be again. The soft feather slid across the hyper sensitive spot again and again, stopping only to move to the next set of toes, and then back again. All Alice could do was spastically try and clench her toes shut, but the other pixie easily held them apart, as the feather tortured the vulnerable flesh. Had she not already been laughing boisterously, she would have started when the pixie using the quill applied it to the base of her toes. Easily sliding it under them when she scrunched them together, she delightfully began to poke and prod the equally sensitive skin without trouble.
The pixies continued for half an hour, and Alice laughed and laughed, her red eyes squeezed shut with tears pouring from them. Although the curse would have prevented her from passing out, there was no risk of that anyway. The soft feathers, although quite effective at tickling, weren’t as intense as “harder” methods, and although she was laughing, it wasn’t the intense screaming Hazel had gotten out of her, or even overly loud. Even without the curse, the pixies would have no trouble tickling her all night. And they had barely gotten started. Two more landed on her feet, reapplying feathers to her ticklish soles, while the first two both sawed the feathers between her toes while another pair of pixies held them apart, having realized how much more effective it was then poking with the quill.
Growing board of watching the others tickle Alice, a pixie landed right on her crotch, and gave a few inquisitive pokes to her thigh. Though virtually unnoticeable to a human, the pixie heard Alice’s slight increase in laughter from each poke. “Don’t mind me” she said as pulled off Alice’s belt and slid her pants as high as she could with Alice’s legs spread, the material stretching just enough to reach her knees. She then stood on the crotch of Alice’s black panties, and began to tease one of her thighs with yet another feather, brushing it up and down. As she did that, she began to flutter her wings against Alice’s other thigh.
“Hahahahahahaha get hahahahahahah out hahahahahaha of ahahahahahahaha there!” The wings tickled maddenly, feeling similar to the feathers, but much more rapid. However, Alice’s pleas were due less to the tickling (although her thighs proved to be quite sensitive), and more to the effect the light tickling was having on her. The sensations so close to her crotch were actually turning her on a bit, to say nothing of the light pixie stand right on it. The pixie noticed this, and with a smirk, began to massage Alice through her panties with her feet. This drove poor Alice nuts. It was by no means pleasuring her, but the light teasing was enough to make her aroused. Alice didn’t know what to make of the stimulation combined with the torturous tickling, to the delight of the pixies.
Soon, even more pixies joined in, looking for ticklish spots. One began to brush a feather up and down her spine, making her shudder even as it tickled her back. Others targeted her bare neck, or dragged feathers against her armpits, somewhat covered by tops of her arms, but nowhere near enough to prevent the ticklish sensations from tormenting the bare hollows, while still others fluttered near her stomach, sides, and back, tickling her with their wings instead of feathers. One sat on her chin to flutter against her neck, bouncing up and down as Alice laughed and tried to shake her off. Two pixies even took a page from the book of the one between her legs and attacked areas that were sensitive to more than just tickling. One started pulling a particular long feather between her breasts, again and again. The other noticed Alice’s squirming had caused her panties to bunch up right into her butt crack. Realizing this left her fairly unprotected there, she slid a feather along the material, right between Alice’s two cheeks. Both spots proved to be just as sensual (and ticklish) as her thighs. Even more pixies joined in at her feet, adding more feather between her toes, or helping to hold them back.
“Hahahahahahahahaha stop hahahahahahaha no hahahahaha more ahahahahahahahahaha wait hahahahahahahaha not hahahahahahaha there hahahahahaahahaha aaaaaaaahhhhhh hahahahahahahahaha too hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha much hahahahahahahahahahahaha shit ahahahahahahahahahahahaha leave hahahahahahahahahahahaha me hahahahahahahaha alone hahahahahahahaha eek hahahahahahahahahaha that hahahahahahahaha spot hahahahahahahaha is hahahahahahahahaha private hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what are hahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahaha you hahahahahahahahaha doing ahahahahahahahaha there hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahhhhhhhh oh hahahahahahaha no hahahahahahahaha please hahahahahahahahaha.” Alice steady laughed and laughed, while she pleaded and begged and demanded. Nothing helped. She couldn’t believe some of the places the pixies were tickling, nor could she believe that the tickling of those places turned her on almost as much as they tickled. After an hour, she wanted to touch herself almost as badly as she wanted the tickling to stop. Hell, she was almost at the point where she’d let them keep tickling if they would just stop teasing her. Of course, she had no real choice in the matter. They did both, tickling and teasing her without mercy, the light feathers making her go nuts. She never could have imaged such delicate touches could tickle so badly.
They tickled her all night long, never stopping for a second, and when daybreak finally hit, they faded away. Alice continued to giggle for another 10 minutes from phantom sensations before she realized they were gone. Of course, she was still hanging upside down, unable to see, with her pants pulled “down”, her shirt pulled “up”, a feather stuck between her breasts, and a wet spot on her panties. Free from the distraction of tickling, she was able to free her wrists after 15 minutes of struggling, then easily freed her legs, dropping gracefully onto her cloak to avoid getting her feet dirty. She took a swig of the potion as Hazel had commanded her to, then got dressed and attached her equipment to her belt, confirming nothing was missing. Looking down the stream, she was able to see the main road, which had been just 100 meters away the whole time. Thankfully no one travelled the road at night. As bad as the tickling was, embarrassment from being discovered in such a position would have lasted much longer.
She started towards the road, then stopped. She knelt down, and picked up the feather that had been between her breasts when the pixies vanished. It was long and stiff, around a foot, looking especially big when compared to her diminutive height. It was also pure white, like her skin. After a whole night of tickling and teasing, the tingling between her legs had grown unbearable. Stepping into the woods, she undid her belt while gently caressing her face with the feather. “So soft” she thought to herself.
Finally emerging from the woods in bright daylight, she could see the town in the distance. The town with what had to be the worst tradition ever. With a sigh, she started towards the town, with her new “lucky” feather tucked between her breasts, just below the neck of her shirt, the tip still slightly wet were she washed it in the stream, gently tickling below her throat with every step.
“Count yourself fortunate, human. Normally we wouldn’t let you leave the forest alive, but for some reason, we have the urge to have some fun with you. And I’m certain what we have in mind, you’ll find quite jovial. I expect it will keep you in high spirits until daybreak.” Alice had no intention of allowing these pixies to tickle her until day, especially given how recently night had fallen. Without another moment of hesitation, she turned and bolted. Laughing with glee, the pixies gave chase. Despite the thick brush, Alice managed to keep from tripping, deftly leaping over roots and bushes, staying near the stream. Unfortunately, as fast as she could run, the pixies could fly faster. Two flew ahead of her, then pulled a vine tight across her path, sending her flying when she tripped over it. Within seconds, the pixies were upon her, slipping a vine noose over each wrists and pulling her arms behind her. They were surprisingly strong and fast, and by the time Alice recovered from the fall, her wrists were bound behind her. However, they were by no means strong enough to keep her down, and in a second she was sprinting away again. This was somewhat hard to do with her arms tied behind her, evidently pixies were good at tying knots. She reached for one of her daggers, but discovered it and all her equipment had been removed from her belt when she fell. She debated going back for them, but decided she’d rather search for it in the daytime. Surely she couldn’t be too far from the road by now? She made it about 50 feet before she stepped right in a snare trap, which yanked her leg out from under her and hoisted her 5 feet in the air, causing her cloak and satchel to fall to the ground.
The pixies soon appeared out of the brush, lighting up the area. With a giggle, they dropped her stolen equipment by her cloak and satchel, while one flew up to her face. “Silly human, you should take better care of your stuff.”
“Is something the matter?” spoke up another, with a pouty tone “You seem scared. Don’t worry, we’re going to make you REAL happy.”
“Please, I beg you, don’t tickle me” pleaded Alice, though she knew they would. The curse ensured there would be no mercy for her.
“Ah, she’s a smart one. Is the little human a ticklish one as well? I sure hope so!” With that, she flew up to Alice’s foot, and began undoing her boot. Alice panicked. She kept her small feet clean and smooth, even more so then the rest of her milky skin, and as a result, they were very, very sensitive. She knew the pixies would unleash pure torment on her if they got her boot off. Without thinking, she used her free leg to kick at them, but they slipped a vine around her other ankle when she did, and pulled her legs apart, while a pixie went to work on her other boot. Now, she was completely helpless. The pixies pulled her shirt out from under her pants, causing it to fall down, exposing the pale skin of her torso, now completely uncovered save for her black bra. They pulled it down over her face so that she couldn’t see anything, tying a knot with it so it formed a hood. Then, the tickling began.
Initially, only a single pixie tickled her. She flew up to Alice’s bellybutton, and gently stroked the inside of it with her hand. Alice started to giggle and attempted to swing away, but the pixie just moved with her swaying.
“Hehe, no, not tickling. Hehehehe.” She couldn’t be sure, but not being able to see seemed to make it tickle even worse than it might normally. Still, she tried to clamp her mouth shut, and keep from laughing.
“Oh yes, tickling. And you are a ticklish one. How can we resist such soft skin? And it’s so sensitive, even for a human” teased the pixie as she continued to poke and rub Alice’s bellybutton with her tiny hand. After a minute or two, she stopped for a few seconds. Then Alice felt something soft brush over her stomach as the pixie circled a long feather around her bellybutton, wielding it like a sword. Alice’s shook her head, trying to keep her mouth closed. To her credit, she succeeded until the feather dipped into her bellybutton, making her break out in giggles. The soft yet stiff feather swirled around, teasing the sensitive skin, as Alice giggled helplessly, unable to stop. Soon two more pixies joined in, brushing feathers up and down her exposed side. This tickled in a completely different way than Hazel’s nails had, but they were unbearable just the same, as they lightly dragged over her sensitive ribcage.
“Hehehehe, ah, not hahaha there hehehehe, I hehehehehehe can’t hehehehehe take hahaha it hahahahaha oh no hehehehe” Alice was now laughing and giggling at the same time, and the intensity only increased when they when another pair joined in at her sides with feathers of their own. She continued swinging to the sides a bit, but the pixies just flew back and forth with her, never letting up for a second. Had the blood not already rushed to her face as a result of being suspended upside down, she would be blushing furiously from the tickling.
“Aw, is the little human still unhappy? I guess we’ll just have to try harder to cheer you up!” said one of the pixies who had been working on removing her boots the whole time. The two had just succeeded on sliding them out from under the vines wrapped around her ankles, exposing her socks, which they now began tugging off.
“Wow, I’d have expected these to stink, but they don’t smell one bit. Someone takes really good care of her feet!” said one pixie as she discarded the sock on the ground, the pixie at her other feet doing the same. “And would you look at that” she said, admiring the pale foot it revealed. “Perfectly smooth. These are going to be real fun to tickle.” The two pixies walked up and down her feet, admiring the soft skin beneath their own feet. Although light and small, just the two of them walking over her feet made Alice giggle, as she wiggled her feet helplessly in the cool air. One of the pixies got down on her knees and began to scratch Alice’s arch, even her tiny hands making Alice go nuts.
“Hahahahahahaha! Not hahahahahaha my ahahahahahahaha feet hahahahahahahahahaha! Any hahahahahahahahaha where hahahahahahahaha but hahahahahahahahaha there ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Alice’s feet were exceptionally ticklish, no doubt in part to how well she cared for them. Despite that, she couldn’t help but do so, and she had never had too much reason to regret it before now. She had lucked out when the witch had focused solely on her sides and underarms, but now she was again helpless, and her cute feet were going to suffer.
“Anywhere but your feet?” asked the pixie on her other foot “We’re going to do everywhere AND your feet!” She then began to brush a short feather up and down the arch, holding it like a broom. If Alice thought the feathers had tickled on her sides and bellybutton, she was in for a ticklish shock. The soft feather sent electric jolts throughout her sole, although it didn’t tickle as badly as the other pixie’s nails. What DID tickle as badly, however, was when it was flipped around, and the quill was used to scratch her soles. Compared to the small nails, it was much more effective, and it dragged over and prodded every inch of her soft foot flesh.
Noticing the effectiveness it had, the pixie on her first foot got a feather of her own. But instead of using it on her arch, she decided to test Alice’s toes. She had another pixie push apart her big toe and the one next to it, then began to saw the feather between them.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA not hahahahahahahahahahahahaha my hahahahahahahahahaha toes!” Alice yelled in surprise, the sudden burst of laughter leaving her temporally unable to even form words. She had never being tickled between her toes before, and she hoped she never would be again. The soft feather slid across the hyper sensitive spot again and again, stopping only to move to the next set of toes, and then back again. All Alice could do was spastically try and clench her toes shut, but the other pixie easily held them apart, as the feather tortured the vulnerable flesh. Had she not already been laughing boisterously, she would have started when the pixie using the quill applied it to the base of her toes. Easily sliding it under them when she scrunched them together, she delightfully began to poke and prod the equally sensitive skin without trouble.
The pixies continued for half an hour, and Alice laughed and laughed, her red eyes squeezed shut with tears pouring from them. Although the curse would have prevented her from passing out, there was no risk of that anyway. The soft feathers, although quite effective at tickling, weren’t as intense as “harder” methods, and although she was laughing, it wasn’t the intense screaming Hazel had gotten out of her, or even overly loud. Even without the curse, the pixies would have no trouble tickling her all night. And they had barely gotten started. Two more landed on her feet, reapplying feathers to her ticklish soles, while the first two both sawed the feathers between her toes while another pair of pixies held them apart, having realized how much more effective it was then poking with the quill.
Growing board of watching the others tickle Alice, a pixie landed right on her crotch, and gave a few inquisitive pokes to her thigh. Though virtually unnoticeable to a human, the pixie heard Alice’s slight increase in laughter from each poke. “Don’t mind me” she said as pulled off Alice’s belt and slid her pants as high as she could with Alice’s legs spread, the material stretching just enough to reach her knees. She then stood on the crotch of Alice’s black panties, and began to tease one of her thighs with yet another feather, brushing it up and down. As she did that, she began to flutter her wings against Alice’s other thigh.
“Hahahahahahaha get hahahahahahah out hahahahahaha of ahahahahahahaha there!” The wings tickled maddenly, feeling similar to the feathers, but much more rapid. However, Alice’s pleas were due less to the tickling (although her thighs proved to be quite sensitive), and more to the effect the light tickling was having on her. The sensations so close to her crotch were actually turning her on a bit, to say nothing of the light pixie stand right on it. The pixie noticed this, and with a smirk, began to massage Alice through her panties with her feet. This drove poor Alice nuts. It was by no means pleasuring her, but the light teasing was enough to make her aroused. Alice didn’t know what to make of the stimulation combined with the torturous tickling, to the delight of the pixies.
Soon, even more pixies joined in, looking for ticklish spots. One began to brush a feather up and down her spine, making her shudder even as it tickled her back. Others targeted her bare neck, or dragged feathers against her armpits, somewhat covered by tops of her arms, but nowhere near enough to prevent the ticklish sensations from tormenting the bare hollows, while still others fluttered near her stomach, sides, and back, tickling her with their wings instead of feathers. One sat on her chin to flutter against her neck, bouncing up and down as Alice laughed and tried to shake her off. Two pixies even took a page from the book of the one between her legs and attacked areas that were sensitive to more than just tickling. One started pulling a particular long feather between her breasts, again and again. The other noticed Alice’s squirming had caused her panties to bunch up right into her butt crack. Realizing this left her fairly unprotected there, she slid a feather along the material, right between Alice’s two cheeks. Both spots proved to be just as sensual (and ticklish) as her thighs. Even more pixies joined in at her feet, adding more feather between her toes, or helping to hold them back.
“Hahahahahahahahaha stop hahahahahahaha no hahahahaha more ahahahahahahahahaha wait hahahahahahahaha not hahahahahahaha there hahahahahaahahaha aaaaaaaahhhhhh hahahahahahahahaha too hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha much hahahahahahahahahahahaha shit ahahahahahahahahahahahaha leave hahahahahahahahahahahaha me hahahahahahahaha alone hahahahahahahaha eek hahahahahahahahahaha that hahahahahahahaha spot hahahahahahahaha is hahahahahahahahaha private hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha what are hahahahahahahahahaha hahahahahahahahaha you hahahahahahahahaha doing ahahahahahahahaha there hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah ahhhhhhhh oh hahahahahahaha no hahahahahahahaha please hahahahahahahahaha.” Alice steady laughed and laughed, while she pleaded and begged and demanded. Nothing helped. She couldn’t believe some of the places the pixies were tickling, nor could she believe that the tickling of those places turned her on almost as much as they tickled. After an hour, she wanted to touch herself almost as badly as she wanted the tickling to stop. Hell, she was almost at the point where she’d let them keep tickling if they would just stop teasing her. Of course, she had no real choice in the matter. They did both, tickling and teasing her without mercy, the light feathers making her go nuts. She never could have imaged such delicate touches could tickle so badly.
They tickled her all night long, never stopping for a second, and when daybreak finally hit, they faded away. Alice continued to giggle for another 10 minutes from phantom sensations before she realized they were gone. Of course, she was still hanging upside down, unable to see, with her pants pulled “down”, her shirt pulled “up”, a feather stuck between her breasts, and a wet spot on her panties. Free from the distraction of tickling, she was able to free her wrists after 15 minutes of struggling, then easily freed her legs, dropping gracefully onto her cloak to avoid getting her feet dirty. She took a swig of the potion as Hazel had commanded her to, then got dressed and attached her equipment to her belt, confirming nothing was missing. Looking down the stream, she was able to see the main road, which had been just 100 meters away the whole time. Thankfully no one travelled the road at night. As bad as the tickling was, embarrassment from being discovered in such a position would have lasted much longer.
She started towards the road, then stopped. She knelt down, and picked up the feather that had been between her breasts when the pixies vanished. It was long and stiff, around a foot, looking especially big when compared to her diminutive height. It was also pure white, like her skin. After a whole night of tickling and teasing, the tingling between her legs had grown unbearable. Stepping into the woods, she undid her belt while gently caressing her face with the feather. “So soft” she thought to herself.
Finally emerging from the woods in bright daylight, she could see the town in the distance. The town with what had to be the worst tradition ever. With a sigh, she started towards the town, with her new “lucky” feather tucked between her breasts, just below the neck of her shirt, the tip still slightly wet were she washed it in the stream, gently tickling below her throat with every step.
