Jaynin
4th Level Red Feather
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The Height of Fashion
Syia hurried quickly along, dodging the first few spattering raindrops falling from the darkening sky, trying to find somewhere to shelter from the late spring squall that had blown in suddenly; knowing the local weather as she did, Syia knew that the squall would pass on and be done within twenty minutes to an half an hour or so, but for that brief period when it was passing over, it'd be raining pretty hard and Syia had no desire to get caught in such a downpour. Hurrying along the street with the rest of the unfortunate pedestrians trying to get under cover - save for those few with foresight who had umbrellas and were pulling those out while maintaining a sedate pace - Syia found an open establishment and ducked inside, but not before a single chilling raindrop managed to land more or less directly in her cleavage, eliciting a gasp before the blue-haired girl managed to get inside the glass doors just ahead of the onset of steadier rainfall. Of course, the one drop that hadn't either hit her hair or her clothes had managed to touch upon a sensitive spot, she groused, and she could feel the drop slowly sliding downwards between her breasts, but now was hardly the time to be grabbing herself in public. It was fine, she decided, ignoring the slight tickle as the raindrop traced down over her breast and near to her nipple, where it was finally absorbed into the fabric of her bra.
Now that she was safely out of the rain, Syia took a look around to see where she'd ended up. It was quiet in here, making Syia think that perhaps she'd ended up in a book store, but instead there were neat, orderly rows of clothing and boxed goods that she couldn't make out from here. There was hardly anyone in the store aside from the male clerk who looked up from the counter and the book he was reading, momentarily satisfying his curiosity about the person who had entered, then his gaze shifted past her to the street outside the shaded glass doors where it was quite obviously starting to rain with gusto. He smiled perfunctorily at her, guessing that she was not a customer but merely seeking shelter from the rain, and returned to his book. Syia, more out of curiosity than anything, headed out amongst the racks of clothing. A purchase was not out of the question - it could never be out of the question - but it was more to sate her curiosity about where she'd ended up. Nodding and giving a friendly smile but no words to the clerk, Syia disappeared amongst the racks of clothing.
Almost immediately she realized why there was hardly anyone in here. Fingering one of the clothing sets that hung from a rack, she smiled faintly, glancing down at the row of prim French maid outfits that filled this particular rack, and seeing similarly unusual clothing hanging nearby. Lingerie and costumes. Of course, Syia would manage to end up in an adult goods store when she chose to escape from the rain. Smiling to herself, then giggling when her breast brushed against the slightly rough wet spot on her clothing, Syia explored the racks to see if anything caught her interest in particular, trying to ignore the tickle that occurred each time her chest rubbed against that spot... With the quiet, subdued atmosphere of the store, it was easy to hear the sudden loud giggle that escaped Syia's lips when the dangling, persistent raindrop traced over her nipple and suddenly dropped, teasing along the lower part of her breast and over her ribs as it ran down her body. Blushing slightly, Syia glanced around to see if anyone aside from the clerk was there to hear her, and fought down the urge to giggle again as the drip traced steadily over her skin towards her navel. Syia froze, going stock-still and letting out teased, forced giggles from between her teeth, trying to stop laughing aloud but finding it strangely difficult to do so.
The drop seemed to have a mind of its own. As Syia stood there, one hand on the hanger of a school uniform that Syia found intriguing, it teased down to the rim of her navel and seemed to hang there, quivering and ever so slowly tracing down through her navel, pulled by gravity, and Syia couldn't help but laugh aloud again as the warm drop tingled against her sensitive skin, giggling and twisting as the drip finally passed over her navel and, just as she was about to raise her shirt and blot out the offending drop when it was on her stomach, it seemed to slip under the waistband of her pleated skirt and trace along the inside of her thigh. Feeling a little silly and frustrated, Syia giggled again, dancing, and quite aware of the fact that the clerk's eyes were on her now, took the uniform and fled to the dressing rooms in the back, still feeling the drop trace downward along the back of her knee, almost making her lose her footing, and she giggled freely as she fairly leaped into the room and shut the door behind her. For reasons that were not too hard to guess at, these rooms were actual rooms instead of cubicles with curtains, a bench and a full-length mirror along the wall. Syia hung the school uniform on a hook and sat down on the bench.
"What a persistent raindrop," Syia muttered to herself, lifting her sleeveless blue top over her head and inspecting the trail of wetness that it had made. Something was rather peculiar about it... it didn't drip straight down or follow the curves of her breasts to drop straight between her cleavage, but rather meandered across her body as if it had a mind of its own... Speaking of which, Syia felt its presence at her ankle, and froze. It had somehow managed to squeeze its way in between her skin and the soft leather of her knee-high boots, and that was just downright strange! But speaking of strange, when Syia inspected the trail beneath her bra that the raindrop had first taken, it seemed that her bra was... thinner, like the threads that made up the fabric had started to fray, along the drop's trail... Something occurred to Syia, and she frantically went to her boot, struggling to undo the buckles along the thigh, but by then it was too late. The drop which wasn't really a drop at all had made its way onto her foot, and Syia really lost it.
"HYEEEEEEE! Stop that!" she cried, kicking her foot as the whatever-it-was teased along her sole, making its way to her toes and feeling somehow like it was a soft brush that had managed to wiggle its way into every crevice and start brushing. Crying out with laughter, Syia kicked her feet and pressed up against the wall, slumping down low as she pressed her left foot to the floor as if trying to squash it, but that just made it spread out, tickling the ball of her foot with that peculiar sensation that felt like for all the world a makeup brush teasing against that firm part of Syia's foot... Helplessly, Syia kicked her legs like mad as if she were trying to get the boots to come off just by doing that, but they were buckled on too tightly. Sitting up again, or trying to, Syia's fingers found their way to the first buckle - and almost immediately she doubled over with laughter, pounding her fist uselessly on the bench as the thing reformed itself, flowing along her sole and spreading out to cover it from ball to heel, that awful brushes sensation spreading out... "Hahahahaha... no, no, knock it off, stahaha, haha, haha, stoooooop!" Syia squealed, fingers prying so hard at the buckle that she nearly broke it trying to get the thing to release. As if in response to that, the thing shuddered, and starting to rock back and forth, sending Syia slouching back against the wall in another gale of laughter. The sensation had suddenly changed, gotten firmer, as if someone were running the stiffer bristles of a hairbrush against her foot. Back and forth, back and forth it went...
Syia stamped her foot and, gathering her willpower, focused on the other belt buckle that held her boot firmly... working with deliberate slowness instead of the rising ticklish panic she felt, Syia giggled a never ending stream as the thing, which was definitely growing, continued to brush her foot. It seemed to grow bigger with every stroke, Syia obliging its efforts with a fresh howl of laughter every time it found that particularly soft spot along the arch. Finally, she undid the second buckle, gripped the boot in both hands, and heaved it off, kicking her foot wildly to rid it of the intruder. The sensation, however, had stopped the moment her boot had come off, and Syia breathed a few blessed gulps of air that were punctuated by only a few giggles before gathering her courage enough to examine the boot that now lay toppled sideways against the wall of the booth, expecting to see something gross and green laying in the sole of the boot. She tilted it so that she could see inside... and found nothing but a nice clean hole burned straight through the leather. That shocked her enough to cause her to investigate further, entirely missing the foot-long snake of blue gel that silently slithered up the back of her other calf, its sensation disguised by the boot leather that started to thin and wither even as it passed over, and Syia was peering into the boot when she felt a ticklish sensation climb up the back of her right thigh and swiftly disappear up the back of her skirt, causing her to not giggle so much as scream and quickly spin around, trying to catch the thing as it slithered up, but it had somehow become much quicker - or maybe it was abandoning the pretense of being an errant raindrop. Teasingly, it slipped beneath her panties and wriggled its way between the cheeks of her ass, making her shriek with laughter and spin around again, comically trying to reach for the thing.
Quickly, it had managed to establish itself on her back, just below the strap of her bra, and wrapped around her so that either end of it touched her ribs. These ends which touched her ribs seemed to develop the characteristics of tiny feathers brushing up and down along the sensitive ridges, and Syia squealed, going to her knees and trying in vain to reach the thing which had cleverly ensconced itself in the middle of her back, making it difficult to reach, and Syia struggled to stand up and grasp it so that she might toss it off, but every time she moved her arms, quick tendrils darted into her unprotected armpits. "HYEHHEHEHEEHEHehheehe stop that! Stop! Don't tickle me!" she pleaded, uselessly, because she had no idea whether the creature made of warm blue goo could hear at all. There was a possibility that it could, as it was certainly clever enough, but her attempts to reason with it went unheeded as the growing tendrils slipped under her bra again from both sides, thin tendrils coiling around her nipples. "StooohhahahahAAHAHAhahahahah don't touch thahAHAAHHHEHEHEHE those!!!" Syia cried, trying to squash the thing with her hands, but never quite quick enough to catch it. Out of desperation she grabbed at the tendrils which were, as she could now clearly see, eroding the fabric of her bra.
Astonishingly, the two ends of the creature latched onto her hands, splitting apart to form two where there had been one, both nearing two feet long and coiling rapidly around the astonished girl's arms, leading downward into her underarms, where the tips seemed to reform themselves into the teeth of backscratchers... Howling with laughter, Syia tried to bring her arms down to protect her sensitive armpits, and was shocked when the goo resisted her, somehow managing to apply a force strong enough to press her arms to the floor where she lay, and maintaining that when Syia tried to roll over onto her back. In fact, that made it worse, because the two ends of the creature swiftly coiled and forced her wrists together, over her head, leaving her underarms vulnerable to a scratching attack... "NOHOHOHHAHAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHNOT THEHEHE HEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEE...!!!" Syia squealed, thrashing and kicking, wondering why the clerk hadn't come to investigate the hysterical laughter... The tendrils seemed to grow swiftly, adding additional protrusions which made their way to her breasts, and reforming their ends into those of feathers, drove into her cleavage. The scratcher arms ceased their assault on her underarms, and coiled around her breasts to press them firmly together as the feathers teased her deathly sensitive breasts...
Syia went mad with hysteria, kicking at the wall in an attempt to draw attention, but in reality she was just flailing weakly against unyielding floor and wall while the feathery protrusions of the goo creature teased her cleavage mercilessly, slipping up and down, alternating and going in together, first slowly, then quickly, then seemingly at random, until Syia felt a little lightheaded from laughing so hard... Slowly the tendrils withdrew now, and giving Syia a break to catch her breath, rose up like twin snakes, feather points dangling within a hairsbreadth of her nipples, which were rather embarrassingly standing up. At least no one could see them... Syia didn't dare to breathe lest she brush her nipples against the waiting feather-tips, and she was so intent on watching them that she didn't see the small, thin tendril that formed itself into a firm, rounded point, and gently prod directly in the center of her navel... "HYEEEEEEEEE!!!" Syia shrieked, arching her back instinctively - and the goo gathered swiftly beneath her back, forming a warm cushion and forcing her back to stay arched, nipples brushing against the feathers due to her own squirming and struggling, driving her own laughter into an ever higher pitch while that one tip prodded and teased around the rim of her navel. Desperately trying to free herself from the goo's grip, Syia tickled her own nipples into prominent firmness, and once that had been done, the creature released her arms...
Syia realized with a shock how big it was now as it gathered at her waist, then flowed downward slowly, inexorably, forming itself into what seemed like a pair of blue goo pants... Her skirt and boots, engulfed in the tide of blue, swiftly melted into nothingness, and that warm sensation settled around her legs from the waist down like a pair of tights. Syia didn't dare move. The sensation was just warm and actually pleasant right now, but she knew how swiftly that could change, how quickly it could - "HyeEEEEHEEHHEEEEEEEK!!!" Halfway into sitting upright, Syia suddenly flung herself against the floor again, crossing her legs frantically and kicking, but the sensation of a single feather teasing up and down between her legs couldn't be stopped... The weight of the goo itself seemed to press her legs to the floor, the sensation of thousands of tiny feathers erupting from thighs to feet, tiny scritching hands covering her toes and her soles, and Syia erupted into mindless, helpless laughter. Powerless, Syia just covered her eyes with her hands, her chest shaking as she no longer fought the laughter but simply succumbed to it, hysterical howls punctuated by shrieks of stronger laughter... it must be sentient. It knew to change things up - to suddenly run a feather down the center of each sole, to let the sensation of hands creep up her legs slowly until it reached her thighs, then to rush between her legs and cover her most deathly sensitive of areas with precise teasing, like thousands of tiny hands manipulating her sensitive points at the microscopic level... Long, rough licks of imaginary tongues tormented her soles. Curling her toes did nothing to stop the sensation, because the goo was everywhere, creeping up along her torso, covering her breasts, threatening to engulf her entire body... Syia laughed insanely, little tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she stopped resisting entirely and just let herself respond to the laughter, that frustrating tingle building within her loins and encouraged by the way her nipples were subjected to tweaking, tugging fingers...
Syia didn't want to look, but as the tickling faded away slowly and the sensation of the goo atop her changed, she felt a slight sense of relief tinged with the sinking feeling that this was a tease and it would wait until she was helplessly in the middle of a deep breath to sink its ticklish claws back into her... she didn't want to see what new surprise it had in store for her. When she didn't open her eyes even after regaining her regular breathing a minute later, the surprise came to her, instead - a spicy, warm kiss from surprisingly humanlike lips pressing into hers. The sensation made her eyes open wide, and she gasped as a humanoid female, sculpted all out of the blue goo and just about as tall as Syia herself, lounged atop her with a mischievous smile on her features, a pair of pupil-less red eyes staring into Syia's. "Thank you so much!" the goo girl gushed, giving Syia another warm, tingling kiss, before leaning up and seeing that the girl, inasmuch as she had total control of her form, had chosen to give herself breasts that equaled Syia's in size. There was something... more than vaguely sensual about her, Syia realized, but then again it was hard to deny that two naked females laying on one another like this was a sensual situation in and of itself. "I was so hungry!" the girl continued, her voice seeming to float out of the air without her lips moving, which was slightly disturbing, but the sweet tinkle of her voice filled Syia's mind like a pleasant buzz. "Thank you so much for letting me feed a little. I hadn't gotten anything to eat in days!" Impulsively the girl planted another kiss on Syia's cheek and rose, allowing Syia to do so as well.
"You're... welcome, I guess," Syia said, scratching her head ruefully, looking at herself in the mirror and seeing her flushed face, firm nipples and... Blushing, she turned to face the girl, and belatedly realized another problem. "My clothes! They're..."
"Oh... I'm sorry about that," she said, a sad expression on her face even as the words floated out. "I got so hungry I didn't think and they were in the way and... well, I'm sorry, but you have that other thing you got, don't you?" she asked brightly, indicating the school uniform hanging on the wall. Syia looked at it and shook her head.
"It's so short. If I went out in that without a bra or panties, it'd be a disaster... a gentle breeze would show everything, and I still wouldn't have shoes or socks..." Syia, pondering the issue of what to do now, was startled by the way the goo girl embraced her, pressing up close and wrapping her arms, then her body, around Syia, until Syia was sheathed in a warm, tingling suit of blue goo. "W-wait a minute, what are you...?"
"Shh... I can help." Smiling, the goo girl winked at Syia once before focusing, her face seeming to melt away as it joined the rest of her about Syia's body, the goo seeming to shift form, changing, forming, seeming to get more opaque... and it was changing color now, too, separating and becoming distinct colors and textures, until... -What do you think?-
The voice seemingly came from inside Syia's own head. Shocked, she turned to look in the mirror, and there it was, for all intents and purposes, she was wearing the outfit that she'd been dressed in when she entered the store. It looked outwardly the same, but Syia could feel the soft goo cushioning her on the inside, and she had to admit it felt much more pleasant than what she'd been wearing before. -When I'm fully formed like this, I have lots of control over what I look like,- the voice in her head informed her. -And I can talk directly to your mind 'cause I can sense that you have some kind of psionic power, so now I can talk to you even while being your clothes. Anyway, don't we look great?- There was a distinct giggle, and Syia had to smile.
"We certainly do," Syia said.
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Syia returned the school uniform to its rack, smiled pleasantly at the clerk again, and left the adult store, emerging into the sunshine and the smell of freshly fallen rain. Upon leaving the dressing cubicle, Syia had noticed exactly how thick the walls of it were, and realized that it must be virtually soundproof. The reasoning for this had not escaped her, and the goo girl, who had informed Syia that her name was Brea, giggled as well.
The rain, however, had cost Syia time, and she needed to return to the castle for a meeting with Jaynin. It was a simple matter to of course catch the subway and ride it out to the last stop, ten minutes' walk from the castle, but doing so while wearing a sentient set of clothing was another matter... Brea had shown no hesitation to take advantage of her unique position, and while Syia stood with the rest of the train riders, holding onto a ring and standing, Brea had idly teased her breasts with a slow up-and-down rubbing that felt like thousands of tiny, tiny ridges just gently massaging... Syia had to bite her lip hard to keep from saying anything or bursting out into giggles, and brushed frequently at her top as if clearing away invisible lint. Brea was giggling at her, whispering teases in her ear that only Syia could hear, and growing bolder the longer the train ride took... by the time Syia reached her stop, her knees were nearly buckling, and she gripped onto the handrail as she tried to steady herself while stepping onto the platform. Breathing a sigh of relief, she nonetheless jumped as a young female behind her accidentally grazed her backpack against Syia - and her eyes popped wide open as the equivalent of a squeal exploded in her mind, followed by silly giggling that calmed slowly as Syia left the station and started to walk.
"What was that all about?" Syia asked, when there was finally no one around to hear her. Brea didn't answer, but Syia suspected that she knew, yet held her peace until she got back to the castle, walking through the main door and finding the person she was looking for sitting in an easy chair, eyes on the teleivision in front of him. Impishly, Syia sat down next to him, and Jaynin acknowledged her typically forward behavior with a raised eyebrow.
"What did you need to talk to me ab-... about?" Syia asked, her voice catching as Brea's teasing began anew. This time, it was the teasing feeling of fingers stroking her ribs... Jaynin gave her a questioning look, but cut to the heart of the matter immediately. He was going to need to leave the castle for a few days and was leaving Syia in charge, going over a few details that she'd need to keep in mind. Syia pretended to listen, nodding, but Brea's ticklish teasing of her ribs was creeping ever closer to her breasts... and it brushed up over them like a wave of feathers flitting by, making Syia sit up straight and gasp, drawing an odd look from Jaynin that made her flush and sit back down.
Brea had the scent of mischief now, though, and wasn't about to back down so easily... the sensations started again, feathers stroking along her breasts, softly finding all the soft crevices and ticklish points to stroke at. Her nipples were, of course, prime targets, and Brea's constant attentions had assured that they had never quite gone down... Feathers seemed to assault them from all directions. Sometimes they'd stroke top and bottom going in opposite directions... sometimes feathers would curl around the tips and bob up and down, covering the entire length in a ticklish sensation. Often she'd simply feel the gentle wanderings of feathers covering every inch of her breasts, forcing her to bite her lip or risk bursting into laughter... fiendishly, despite the fact that Brea could mold herself around Syia's stiff nipples without showing them, she deliberately altered the appearance of Syia's clothing to suggest that her nipples were precisely that stiff, and Syia flushed, knowing that very little escaped Jaynin's notice like this.
He didn't seem to take any overt notice, but in the course of making a gesture, Syia's proximity to him allowed him to brush a knuckle against one stiff nipple, and Syia tensed, feeling the teasing pleasure tingle through her... and it was intensified, oddly enough, by the echo of the same sensation running through Brea's mind. Suddenly sensing an opportunity, Syia coquettishly winked at him to urge him onward, and he smiled, resting a hand on her side and stroking it up and down gently. Syia could feel that, but more importantly so could Brea, and the goo girl burst out into laughter in Syia's mind. -MahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAhhaha make him stop that!- Brea cried, but Syia simply smiled. In retaliation, Syia's own eyes went wide; the sensation of numerous feathers stroking between her legs had suddenly grown from her panties, and she fought to keep a ticklish smile from her face and not burst into laughter and latch onto Jaynin as she feared she might while Brea teased her...
Finally he laughed softly and gave Syia's hip a squeeze. "All right, Syia," he said softly. "What's got you so bothered? You've been giving off that antsy little feeling ever since you got back. What did you see, or think of?" Syia, about to respond, suddenly felt her words freeze in her throat as little brushes worked over her soles. She was going to explode, feeling her ticklish smile tighten on her lips, her body slowly quivering as if about to burst... "HAHAHAAHahahahahehe ohheheh ephehehaha please -heheheh ahahah please, please... heheEHEHEHEHH I can't...!" Helplessly, she buried her face in his shoulder and laughed hysterically, latching onto a surprised incubus who could think of nothing more to do than put his arms around her and rub up and down her back. Brea, predictably, squealed, and took out her ticklishness on Syia, who was feeling a rather relentlessly savage bunch of feathers tickle closer and closer between her legs, feathers teasing the crack of her ass and running down between them and up to tease the stiffening clit between her legs, swirling around as thousands of others exploited every nook and cranny that was open to Brea, causing Syia to howl helplessly with laughter, fingernails clawing. "Hahahaha... hehehehe.... ehhehehe... hahhahahAHAHAHAHAH I.. I'm... hhhhahahaaha... hehehehee...!!!"
Jaynin was quite obviously at a total loss to explain any of this, but slowly he realized that the situation was not as all as it seemed, running his fingers up and down Syia's spine. He couldn't hear the shriek of laughter within Syia's mind, but definitely noticed how Syia tensed and pressed against him even harder as Brea redoubled her efforts, brushes dusting the tips of her nipples that Brea was maliciously portraying as incredibly stiff and long... When one of his hands circled around to allow him to thumb one of these nipples, Syia moaned loudly, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to hold back anymore, and Brea squealed, suddenly unloading a burst of tickling sensation that covered every area on Syia's body that she could reach, sending Syia reeling over the brink, moaning and gasping as her nails pressed into Jaynin's flesh, the incubus simply thumbing the stiff nipple over and over again as beneath her clothing Syia's flesh became tickled agony, Brea's cry joining hers as Syia dropped over the edge and moaned lustfully, giving voice to the frustration that had been building ever since the encounter began.
With one final groan of released lust, Syia fell back onto the couch she'd been sitting upon, panting and gasping, feeling the last sparks of tingling sensation cloud her vision like so many stars... and her clothing shimmered, becoming blue, and transparent but cloudy. "Now, what exactly is...?" Before he could finish, the blue clothing formed into Brea's humanoid figure, and she impishly crawled into his lap and sat there, silencing him with a single finger to his lips, before lowering her hand to where Syia's bare foot lay, the naked girl powerless to stop her as that finger shifted its form to that of a feather...
Syia hurried quickly along, dodging the first few spattering raindrops falling from the darkening sky, trying to find somewhere to shelter from the late spring squall that had blown in suddenly; knowing the local weather as she did, Syia knew that the squall would pass on and be done within twenty minutes to an half an hour or so, but for that brief period when it was passing over, it'd be raining pretty hard and Syia had no desire to get caught in such a downpour. Hurrying along the street with the rest of the unfortunate pedestrians trying to get under cover - save for those few with foresight who had umbrellas and were pulling those out while maintaining a sedate pace - Syia found an open establishment and ducked inside, but not before a single chilling raindrop managed to land more or less directly in her cleavage, eliciting a gasp before the blue-haired girl managed to get inside the glass doors just ahead of the onset of steadier rainfall. Of course, the one drop that hadn't either hit her hair or her clothes had managed to touch upon a sensitive spot, she groused, and she could feel the drop slowly sliding downwards between her breasts, but now was hardly the time to be grabbing herself in public. It was fine, she decided, ignoring the slight tickle as the raindrop traced down over her breast and near to her nipple, where it was finally absorbed into the fabric of her bra.
Now that she was safely out of the rain, Syia took a look around to see where she'd ended up. It was quiet in here, making Syia think that perhaps she'd ended up in a book store, but instead there were neat, orderly rows of clothing and boxed goods that she couldn't make out from here. There was hardly anyone in the store aside from the male clerk who looked up from the counter and the book he was reading, momentarily satisfying his curiosity about the person who had entered, then his gaze shifted past her to the street outside the shaded glass doors where it was quite obviously starting to rain with gusto. He smiled perfunctorily at her, guessing that she was not a customer but merely seeking shelter from the rain, and returned to his book. Syia, more out of curiosity than anything, headed out amongst the racks of clothing. A purchase was not out of the question - it could never be out of the question - but it was more to sate her curiosity about where she'd ended up. Nodding and giving a friendly smile but no words to the clerk, Syia disappeared amongst the racks of clothing.
Almost immediately she realized why there was hardly anyone in here. Fingering one of the clothing sets that hung from a rack, she smiled faintly, glancing down at the row of prim French maid outfits that filled this particular rack, and seeing similarly unusual clothing hanging nearby. Lingerie and costumes. Of course, Syia would manage to end up in an adult goods store when she chose to escape from the rain. Smiling to herself, then giggling when her breast brushed against the slightly rough wet spot on her clothing, Syia explored the racks to see if anything caught her interest in particular, trying to ignore the tickle that occurred each time her chest rubbed against that spot... With the quiet, subdued atmosphere of the store, it was easy to hear the sudden loud giggle that escaped Syia's lips when the dangling, persistent raindrop traced over her nipple and suddenly dropped, teasing along the lower part of her breast and over her ribs as it ran down her body. Blushing slightly, Syia glanced around to see if anyone aside from the clerk was there to hear her, and fought down the urge to giggle again as the drip traced steadily over her skin towards her navel. Syia froze, going stock-still and letting out teased, forced giggles from between her teeth, trying to stop laughing aloud but finding it strangely difficult to do so.
The drop seemed to have a mind of its own. As Syia stood there, one hand on the hanger of a school uniform that Syia found intriguing, it teased down to the rim of her navel and seemed to hang there, quivering and ever so slowly tracing down through her navel, pulled by gravity, and Syia couldn't help but laugh aloud again as the warm drop tingled against her sensitive skin, giggling and twisting as the drip finally passed over her navel and, just as she was about to raise her shirt and blot out the offending drop when it was on her stomach, it seemed to slip under the waistband of her pleated skirt and trace along the inside of her thigh. Feeling a little silly and frustrated, Syia giggled again, dancing, and quite aware of the fact that the clerk's eyes were on her now, took the uniform and fled to the dressing rooms in the back, still feeling the drop trace downward along the back of her knee, almost making her lose her footing, and she giggled freely as she fairly leaped into the room and shut the door behind her. For reasons that were not too hard to guess at, these rooms were actual rooms instead of cubicles with curtains, a bench and a full-length mirror along the wall. Syia hung the school uniform on a hook and sat down on the bench.
"What a persistent raindrop," Syia muttered to herself, lifting her sleeveless blue top over her head and inspecting the trail of wetness that it had made. Something was rather peculiar about it... it didn't drip straight down or follow the curves of her breasts to drop straight between her cleavage, but rather meandered across her body as if it had a mind of its own... Speaking of which, Syia felt its presence at her ankle, and froze. It had somehow managed to squeeze its way in between her skin and the soft leather of her knee-high boots, and that was just downright strange! But speaking of strange, when Syia inspected the trail beneath her bra that the raindrop had first taken, it seemed that her bra was... thinner, like the threads that made up the fabric had started to fray, along the drop's trail... Something occurred to Syia, and she frantically went to her boot, struggling to undo the buckles along the thigh, but by then it was too late. The drop which wasn't really a drop at all had made its way onto her foot, and Syia really lost it.
"HYEEEEEEE! Stop that!" she cried, kicking her foot as the whatever-it-was teased along her sole, making its way to her toes and feeling somehow like it was a soft brush that had managed to wiggle its way into every crevice and start brushing. Crying out with laughter, Syia kicked her feet and pressed up against the wall, slumping down low as she pressed her left foot to the floor as if trying to squash it, but that just made it spread out, tickling the ball of her foot with that peculiar sensation that felt like for all the world a makeup brush teasing against that firm part of Syia's foot... Helplessly, Syia kicked her legs like mad as if she were trying to get the boots to come off just by doing that, but they were buckled on too tightly. Sitting up again, or trying to, Syia's fingers found their way to the first buckle - and almost immediately she doubled over with laughter, pounding her fist uselessly on the bench as the thing reformed itself, flowing along her sole and spreading out to cover it from ball to heel, that awful brushes sensation spreading out... "Hahahahaha... no, no, knock it off, stahaha, haha, haha, stoooooop!" Syia squealed, fingers prying so hard at the buckle that she nearly broke it trying to get the thing to release. As if in response to that, the thing shuddered, and starting to rock back and forth, sending Syia slouching back against the wall in another gale of laughter. The sensation had suddenly changed, gotten firmer, as if someone were running the stiffer bristles of a hairbrush against her foot. Back and forth, back and forth it went...
Syia stamped her foot and, gathering her willpower, focused on the other belt buckle that held her boot firmly... working with deliberate slowness instead of the rising ticklish panic she felt, Syia giggled a never ending stream as the thing, which was definitely growing, continued to brush her foot. It seemed to grow bigger with every stroke, Syia obliging its efforts with a fresh howl of laughter every time it found that particularly soft spot along the arch. Finally, she undid the second buckle, gripped the boot in both hands, and heaved it off, kicking her foot wildly to rid it of the intruder. The sensation, however, had stopped the moment her boot had come off, and Syia breathed a few blessed gulps of air that were punctuated by only a few giggles before gathering her courage enough to examine the boot that now lay toppled sideways against the wall of the booth, expecting to see something gross and green laying in the sole of the boot. She tilted it so that she could see inside... and found nothing but a nice clean hole burned straight through the leather. That shocked her enough to cause her to investigate further, entirely missing the foot-long snake of blue gel that silently slithered up the back of her other calf, its sensation disguised by the boot leather that started to thin and wither even as it passed over, and Syia was peering into the boot when she felt a ticklish sensation climb up the back of her right thigh and swiftly disappear up the back of her skirt, causing her to not giggle so much as scream and quickly spin around, trying to catch the thing as it slithered up, but it had somehow become much quicker - or maybe it was abandoning the pretense of being an errant raindrop. Teasingly, it slipped beneath her panties and wriggled its way between the cheeks of her ass, making her shriek with laughter and spin around again, comically trying to reach for the thing.
Quickly, it had managed to establish itself on her back, just below the strap of her bra, and wrapped around her so that either end of it touched her ribs. These ends which touched her ribs seemed to develop the characteristics of tiny feathers brushing up and down along the sensitive ridges, and Syia squealed, going to her knees and trying in vain to reach the thing which had cleverly ensconced itself in the middle of her back, making it difficult to reach, and Syia struggled to stand up and grasp it so that she might toss it off, but every time she moved her arms, quick tendrils darted into her unprotected armpits. "HYEHHEHEHEEHEHehheehe stop that! Stop! Don't tickle me!" she pleaded, uselessly, because she had no idea whether the creature made of warm blue goo could hear at all. There was a possibility that it could, as it was certainly clever enough, but her attempts to reason with it went unheeded as the growing tendrils slipped under her bra again from both sides, thin tendrils coiling around her nipples. "StooohhahahahAAHAHAhahahahah don't touch thahAHAAHHHEHEHEHE those!!!" Syia cried, trying to squash the thing with her hands, but never quite quick enough to catch it. Out of desperation she grabbed at the tendrils which were, as she could now clearly see, eroding the fabric of her bra.
Astonishingly, the two ends of the creature latched onto her hands, splitting apart to form two where there had been one, both nearing two feet long and coiling rapidly around the astonished girl's arms, leading downward into her underarms, where the tips seemed to reform themselves into the teeth of backscratchers... Howling with laughter, Syia tried to bring her arms down to protect her sensitive armpits, and was shocked when the goo resisted her, somehow managing to apply a force strong enough to press her arms to the floor where she lay, and maintaining that when Syia tried to roll over onto her back. In fact, that made it worse, because the two ends of the creature swiftly coiled and forced her wrists together, over her head, leaving her underarms vulnerable to a scratching attack... "NOHOHOHHAHAAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHNOT THEHEHE HEHEHE HEHEHEHEHEE...!!!" Syia squealed, thrashing and kicking, wondering why the clerk hadn't come to investigate the hysterical laughter... The tendrils seemed to grow swiftly, adding additional protrusions which made their way to her breasts, and reforming their ends into those of feathers, drove into her cleavage. The scratcher arms ceased their assault on her underarms, and coiled around her breasts to press them firmly together as the feathers teased her deathly sensitive breasts...
Syia went mad with hysteria, kicking at the wall in an attempt to draw attention, but in reality she was just flailing weakly against unyielding floor and wall while the feathery protrusions of the goo creature teased her cleavage mercilessly, slipping up and down, alternating and going in together, first slowly, then quickly, then seemingly at random, until Syia felt a little lightheaded from laughing so hard... Slowly the tendrils withdrew now, and giving Syia a break to catch her breath, rose up like twin snakes, feather points dangling within a hairsbreadth of her nipples, which were rather embarrassingly standing up. At least no one could see them... Syia didn't dare to breathe lest she brush her nipples against the waiting feather-tips, and she was so intent on watching them that she didn't see the small, thin tendril that formed itself into a firm, rounded point, and gently prod directly in the center of her navel... "HYEEEEEEEEE!!!" Syia shrieked, arching her back instinctively - and the goo gathered swiftly beneath her back, forming a warm cushion and forcing her back to stay arched, nipples brushing against the feathers due to her own squirming and struggling, driving her own laughter into an ever higher pitch while that one tip prodded and teased around the rim of her navel. Desperately trying to free herself from the goo's grip, Syia tickled her own nipples into prominent firmness, and once that had been done, the creature released her arms...
Syia realized with a shock how big it was now as it gathered at her waist, then flowed downward slowly, inexorably, forming itself into what seemed like a pair of blue goo pants... Her skirt and boots, engulfed in the tide of blue, swiftly melted into nothingness, and that warm sensation settled around her legs from the waist down like a pair of tights. Syia didn't dare move. The sensation was just warm and actually pleasant right now, but she knew how swiftly that could change, how quickly it could - "HyeEEEEHEEHHEEEEEEEK!!!" Halfway into sitting upright, Syia suddenly flung herself against the floor again, crossing her legs frantically and kicking, but the sensation of a single feather teasing up and down between her legs couldn't be stopped... The weight of the goo itself seemed to press her legs to the floor, the sensation of thousands of tiny feathers erupting from thighs to feet, tiny scritching hands covering her toes and her soles, and Syia erupted into mindless, helpless laughter. Powerless, Syia just covered her eyes with her hands, her chest shaking as she no longer fought the laughter but simply succumbed to it, hysterical howls punctuated by shrieks of stronger laughter... it must be sentient. It knew to change things up - to suddenly run a feather down the center of each sole, to let the sensation of hands creep up her legs slowly until it reached her thighs, then to rush between her legs and cover her most deathly sensitive of areas with precise teasing, like thousands of tiny hands manipulating her sensitive points at the microscopic level... Long, rough licks of imaginary tongues tormented her soles. Curling her toes did nothing to stop the sensation, because the goo was everywhere, creeping up along her torso, covering her breasts, threatening to engulf her entire body... Syia laughed insanely, little tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she stopped resisting entirely and just let herself respond to the laughter, that frustrating tingle building within her loins and encouraged by the way her nipples were subjected to tweaking, tugging fingers...
Syia didn't want to look, but as the tickling faded away slowly and the sensation of the goo atop her changed, she felt a slight sense of relief tinged with the sinking feeling that this was a tease and it would wait until she was helplessly in the middle of a deep breath to sink its ticklish claws back into her... she didn't want to see what new surprise it had in store for her. When she didn't open her eyes even after regaining her regular breathing a minute later, the surprise came to her, instead - a spicy, warm kiss from surprisingly humanlike lips pressing into hers. The sensation made her eyes open wide, and she gasped as a humanoid female, sculpted all out of the blue goo and just about as tall as Syia herself, lounged atop her with a mischievous smile on her features, a pair of pupil-less red eyes staring into Syia's. "Thank you so much!" the goo girl gushed, giving Syia another warm, tingling kiss, before leaning up and seeing that the girl, inasmuch as she had total control of her form, had chosen to give herself breasts that equaled Syia's in size. There was something... more than vaguely sensual about her, Syia realized, but then again it was hard to deny that two naked females laying on one another like this was a sensual situation in and of itself. "I was so hungry!" the girl continued, her voice seeming to float out of the air without her lips moving, which was slightly disturbing, but the sweet tinkle of her voice filled Syia's mind like a pleasant buzz. "Thank you so much for letting me feed a little. I hadn't gotten anything to eat in days!" Impulsively the girl planted another kiss on Syia's cheek and rose, allowing Syia to do so as well.
"You're... welcome, I guess," Syia said, scratching her head ruefully, looking at herself in the mirror and seeing her flushed face, firm nipples and... Blushing, she turned to face the girl, and belatedly realized another problem. "My clothes! They're..."
"Oh... I'm sorry about that," she said, a sad expression on her face even as the words floated out. "I got so hungry I didn't think and they were in the way and... well, I'm sorry, but you have that other thing you got, don't you?" she asked brightly, indicating the school uniform hanging on the wall. Syia looked at it and shook her head.
"It's so short. If I went out in that without a bra or panties, it'd be a disaster... a gentle breeze would show everything, and I still wouldn't have shoes or socks..." Syia, pondering the issue of what to do now, was startled by the way the goo girl embraced her, pressing up close and wrapping her arms, then her body, around Syia, until Syia was sheathed in a warm, tingling suit of blue goo. "W-wait a minute, what are you...?"
"Shh... I can help." Smiling, the goo girl winked at Syia once before focusing, her face seeming to melt away as it joined the rest of her about Syia's body, the goo seeming to shift form, changing, forming, seeming to get more opaque... and it was changing color now, too, separating and becoming distinct colors and textures, until... -What do you think?-
The voice seemingly came from inside Syia's own head. Shocked, she turned to look in the mirror, and there it was, for all intents and purposes, she was wearing the outfit that she'd been dressed in when she entered the store. It looked outwardly the same, but Syia could feel the soft goo cushioning her on the inside, and she had to admit it felt much more pleasant than what she'd been wearing before. -When I'm fully formed like this, I have lots of control over what I look like,- the voice in her head informed her. -And I can talk directly to your mind 'cause I can sense that you have some kind of psionic power, so now I can talk to you even while being your clothes. Anyway, don't we look great?- There was a distinct giggle, and Syia had to smile.
"We certainly do," Syia said.
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Syia returned the school uniform to its rack, smiled pleasantly at the clerk again, and left the adult store, emerging into the sunshine and the smell of freshly fallen rain. Upon leaving the dressing cubicle, Syia had noticed exactly how thick the walls of it were, and realized that it must be virtually soundproof. The reasoning for this had not escaped her, and the goo girl, who had informed Syia that her name was Brea, giggled as well.
The rain, however, had cost Syia time, and she needed to return to the castle for a meeting with Jaynin. It was a simple matter to of course catch the subway and ride it out to the last stop, ten minutes' walk from the castle, but doing so while wearing a sentient set of clothing was another matter... Brea had shown no hesitation to take advantage of her unique position, and while Syia stood with the rest of the train riders, holding onto a ring and standing, Brea had idly teased her breasts with a slow up-and-down rubbing that felt like thousands of tiny, tiny ridges just gently massaging... Syia had to bite her lip hard to keep from saying anything or bursting out into giggles, and brushed frequently at her top as if clearing away invisible lint. Brea was giggling at her, whispering teases in her ear that only Syia could hear, and growing bolder the longer the train ride took... by the time Syia reached her stop, her knees were nearly buckling, and she gripped onto the handrail as she tried to steady herself while stepping onto the platform. Breathing a sigh of relief, she nonetheless jumped as a young female behind her accidentally grazed her backpack against Syia - and her eyes popped wide open as the equivalent of a squeal exploded in her mind, followed by silly giggling that calmed slowly as Syia left the station and started to walk.
"What was that all about?" Syia asked, when there was finally no one around to hear her. Brea didn't answer, but Syia suspected that she knew, yet held her peace until she got back to the castle, walking through the main door and finding the person she was looking for sitting in an easy chair, eyes on the teleivision in front of him. Impishly, Syia sat down next to him, and Jaynin acknowledged her typically forward behavior with a raised eyebrow.
"What did you need to talk to me ab-... about?" Syia asked, her voice catching as Brea's teasing began anew. This time, it was the teasing feeling of fingers stroking her ribs... Jaynin gave her a questioning look, but cut to the heart of the matter immediately. He was going to need to leave the castle for a few days and was leaving Syia in charge, going over a few details that she'd need to keep in mind. Syia pretended to listen, nodding, but Brea's ticklish teasing of her ribs was creeping ever closer to her breasts... and it brushed up over them like a wave of feathers flitting by, making Syia sit up straight and gasp, drawing an odd look from Jaynin that made her flush and sit back down.
Brea had the scent of mischief now, though, and wasn't about to back down so easily... the sensations started again, feathers stroking along her breasts, softly finding all the soft crevices and ticklish points to stroke at. Her nipples were, of course, prime targets, and Brea's constant attentions had assured that they had never quite gone down... Feathers seemed to assault them from all directions. Sometimes they'd stroke top and bottom going in opposite directions... sometimes feathers would curl around the tips and bob up and down, covering the entire length in a ticklish sensation. Often she'd simply feel the gentle wanderings of feathers covering every inch of her breasts, forcing her to bite her lip or risk bursting into laughter... fiendishly, despite the fact that Brea could mold herself around Syia's stiff nipples without showing them, she deliberately altered the appearance of Syia's clothing to suggest that her nipples were precisely that stiff, and Syia flushed, knowing that very little escaped Jaynin's notice like this.
He didn't seem to take any overt notice, but in the course of making a gesture, Syia's proximity to him allowed him to brush a knuckle against one stiff nipple, and Syia tensed, feeling the teasing pleasure tingle through her... and it was intensified, oddly enough, by the echo of the same sensation running through Brea's mind. Suddenly sensing an opportunity, Syia coquettishly winked at him to urge him onward, and he smiled, resting a hand on her side and stroking it up and down gently. Syia could feel that, but more importantly so could Brea, and the goo girl burst out into laughter in Syia's mind. -MahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAhhaha make him stop that!- Brea cried, but Syia simply smiled. In retaliation, Syia's own eyes went wide; the sensation of numerous feathers stroking between her legs had suddenly grown from her panties, and she fought to keep a ticklish smile from her face and not burst into laughter and latch onto Jaynin as she feared she might while Brea teased her...
Finally he laughed softly and gave Syia's hip a squeeze. "All right, Syia," he said softly. "What's got you so bothered? You've been giving off that antsy little feeling ever since you got back. What did you see, or think of?" Syia, about to respond, suddenly felt her words freeze in her throat as little brushes worked over her soles. She was going to explode, feeling her ticklish smile tighten on her lips, her body slowly quivering as if about to burst... "HAHAHAAHahahahahehe ohheheh ephehehaha please -heheheh ahahah please, please... heheEHEHEHEHH I can't...!" Helplessly, she buried her face in his shoulder and laughed hysterically, latching onto a surprised incubus who could think of nothing more to do than put his arms around her and rub up and down her back. Brea, predictably, squealed, and took out her ticklishness on Syia, who was feeling a rather relentlessly savage bunch of feathers tickle closer and closer between her legs, feathers teasing the crack of her ass and running down between them and up to tease the stiffening clit between her legs, swirling around as thousands of others exploited every nook and cranny that was open to Brea, causing Syia to howl helplessly with laughter, fingernails clawing. "Hahahaha... hehehehe.... ehhehehe... hahhahahAHAHAHAHAH I.. I'm... hhhhahahaaha... hehehehee...!!!"
Jaynin was quite obviously at a total loss to explain any of this, but slowly he realized that the situation was not as all as it seemed, running his fingers up and down Syia's spine. He couldn't hear the shriek of laughter within Syia's mind, but definitely noticed how Syia tensed and pressed against him even harder as Brea redoubled her efforts, brushes dusting the tips of her nipples that Brea was maliciously portraying as incredibly stiff and long... When one of his hands circled around to allow him to thumb one of these nipples, Syia moaned loudly, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to hold back anymore, and Brea squealed, suddenly unloading a burst of tickling sensation that covered every area on Syia's body that she could reach, sending Syia reeling over the brink, moaning and gasping as her nails pressed into Jaynin's flesh, the incubus simply thumbing the stiff nipple over and over again as beneath her clothing Syia's flesh became tickled agony, Brea's cry joining hers as Syia dropped over the edge and moaned lustfully, giving voice to the frustration that had been building ever since the encounter began.
With one final groan of released lust, Syia fell back onto the couch she'd been sitting upon, panting and gasping, feeling the last sparks of tingling sensation cloud her vision like so many stars... and her clothing shimmered, becoming blue, and transparent but cloudy. "Now, what exactly is...?" Before he could finish, the blue clothing formed into Brea's humanoid figure, and she impishly crawled into his lap and sat there, silencing him with a single finger to his lips, before lowering her hand to where Syia's bare foot lay, the naked girl powerless to stop her as that finger shifted its form to that of a feather...
