Featherdemon
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Hi all,
Here is a link to part one: sorry so long has passed!
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=30957&highlight=Buffy+tickle
Part 2 now follows: hope you enjoy it! 😉
Feathers,
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"Bloody hell!"
Spike was not having a good night.
Wasn't it bad enough that he had to be out here on Halloween, when all self respecting bad guys were tucked away? And it wasn't enough that Buffy had found yet another reason to dump on him? Oh no; there always had to be something else.
He had been doing a regular patrol around Sunnydale, checking in on his old haunts to see if there was anything that needed a thrashing. The night had been going slow until he had come to a Youth Hostel where a group of young men and women were clustered. He had stopped to investigate when this furry thing had stepped out of the shadow, speaking his name.
"Spike?" it had asked.
"Yeah," he had asnwered. "And who the bloody hell are you?"
And then in due fashion, he had attacked it. But the ruddy thing was fast, and strong too, and without so much an effort it had flung him into the near binds. And thus, his perfect night was complete.
"Lucky move mate," he said as he got to his feet, wiping dust from his leather jacket and straightening his blonde hair. "But it won't save you a whooping from old Spikey here."
The thing that stood in front of him was as tall as him but more slender in the shoulders and with only the slightest hint of muscle . Its fur was smooth and reddish brown, looking oddly soft in the dim streetlight. She, as it clearly was, had the face of a cat with green eyes and short muzzle, and she moved with a grace and speed that even had Spike dumb founded. Luckily it wasn't armed.
"I am not here to fight you Vampire," she said smoothly. "My name.."
"Don't bloody care what your name is, you furry big freak! I see you looking for humans, probably for something bad! Well as you're clearly not human and I am now in a bad mood, it all means I get to kill you. And that is exactly what is going to happen."
The she-Kat was not impressed. "You're not making this pleasant for me."
"Yeah, I'm a bad rude man."
"I only wish for you to give a message to the Slayer from my master."
"Your master?"
"Yes, my Master is..."
Without warning Spike drove at the waiting Kat, swinging with a right straight punch and then spinning to whip a reverse roundhouse with his left leg to shatter its Jaw. Both times the Kat slapped his attack out of the air, leaving the Vampire a little bemused.
"Quite strong for a flunky, ain't you?"
Spike swung again but this time the Kat caught it in her hand and folded the vampire's arm behind his back. Spike tried to fight back but he could not, the Kat was too strong. Spike swung back with the elbow of his free arm but that too was grabbed. He felt some cold on his wrists and with a click he realised the thing had put him in cuffs.
"Oi!"
The She-Kat then tripped him and sent him careening backwards against the wall. A second later the Kat wrapping thick cable around his legs pinning them together.
"What's the bloody idea?!"
"Now perhaps we can talk," she knelt before him, not even out of breath. "I do find fighting awfully tiresome and I have a mind for something much more entertaining."
"You're not going to dust me?"
"A dusted vampire is of no use to my Master," said the Kat and she gave him a wink.
"Then bloody talk," said Spike, a little relieved. "What's this message?"
"My Master wants to invite the Slayer and all of her friends to his realm," she said. "Including you, little cutie that you are."
"What for?"
"Oh you know," she said and smiled deliciously. "Just for laughs."
"Well you can get stuffed! I've changed my mind, I'm not telling her a bloody thing so you can tell you Master to shove it up his katflap."
"Oh dear, I think you misunderstand me, my little blonde vampire," she said and then slowly yanked the boots off of his feet. "I don't need you to tell her anything. I just need you to be the message."
"I don't get it...and give me back my bloody boots, you freak!"
"I know you don't get it hon, I know," she said sweetly. "But you will. Soon will of the slayers friends."
"Get what?"
"This..."
The kat drew the tips of her long nails lightly up the centre of the soles of his feet, making Spike jump.
"H-heey...stop that! THat's not funny!"
"Aww does the tough little vamp have tickly feet?" she teased.
"Nohooo he blooohoody dooesn't!"
She made a soft humming noise, oblivious to the threat that poured from Spike's mouth or to the amazement of the dozen onlookers, and trailed the tips of her nails lightly up and down the vampire's feet.
"Koochi koo blondie..."
Spike bit his lip and tried to swallow down the giggles; it made no sense that being a vamp meant being hit hurt a lot less but for some reason his feet were just as ticklish! And the slightest touch of this kats hands was sending electricity flickering though him! It was more than he cold stand!
"Noohooaaa eeyaaahaaahaaa! Stop that! Am gonna blohoody murder yoohou! Ahhahaaaahaaa!"
"How about those toes of yours vamp, are they ticklish?" she teased. "Shall likkel ole me give them an ickle tickle?"
"Nahaaaaahaa eeeheeeheehahahahahaha eheheheaaahahahehe! Gerroff mee!! ahah eehHEhehaahaa!
Now the Kat started dipping her nails between the toes of the vampire's feet, sliding them gently down the tops of his feet and then back around his ankles all the way up to the toes again. This time Spike had no chance of holding back and he found the bubbling laughter pouring out helplessly. He looked up and saw in her eyes, her wonderfully green eyes, a delightful mischeif and at the same time a gentle mercilessness that made him shiver.
"Staahaaopp it! Pleehease ahaaahahahah! I caaaan't stand it! Heheheeehee ooohhhaaaaa Ahahaaaaahaaaaa! It bloody tickles! Gaahaaaa eeheheaahahaa ahahahahheeehehehehhaaaaa hehaaa
"Aww is the likkel blonde vampire all tickly?"
"Sharrup! AHaaahahahah eeeheeehehehaahah ahHAHAHahHAHAHAAH EHAHAH HEEAHEH EEHEHAAHAAHHAAAEHAA!"
"But I've only been teekling you for a few seconds hon," she teased. "Imagine what fun we could have when you are in my Master's realm and I have all eternity to play with you!"
Spike wanted to answer but he was totally undone by the soft and merciless tickling of his feet at the hands of this female kat. Every touch was painfully soft and touched every single nerve his feet had. In mere seconds she had
him helpless and hysterical.
After a while, when the crowd had thinned a bit and tears had rolled down his cheeks, she stopped and rose from him.
"That is just a taste hon," she said. "A taste of what awaits you. Tell the slayer to meet my master at Coronation Memorial. At Midnight."
Then she vanished, leaving Spike barefoot and deflated and not knowing exactly what had happened to him.
End of Part 2
Here is a link to part one: sorry so long has passed!
http://www.tickletheater.com/showthread.php?t=30957&highlight=Buffy+tickle
Part 2 now follows: hope you enjoy it! 😉
Feathers,
------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Bloody hell!"
Spike was not having a good night.
Wasn't it bad enough that he had to be out here on Halloween, when all self respecting bad guys were tucked away? And it wasn't enough that Buffy had found yet another reason to dump on him? Oh no; there always had to be something else.
He had been doing a regular patrol around Sunnydale, checking in on his old haunts to see if there was anything that needed a thrashing. The night had been going slow until he had come to a Youth Hostel where a group of young men and women were clustered. He had stopped to investigate when this furry thing had stepped out of the shadow, speaking his name.
"Spike?" it had asked.
"Yeah," he had asnwered. "And who the bloody hell are you?"
And then in due fashion, he had attacked it. But the ruddy thing was fast, and strong too, and without so much an effort it had flung him into the near binds. And thus, his perfect night was complete.
"Lucky move mate," he said as he got to his feet, wiping dust from his leather jacket and straightening his blonde hair. "But it won't save you a whooping from old Spikey here."
The thing that stood in front of him was as tall as him but more slender in the shoulders and with only the slightest hint of muscle . Its fur was smooth and reddish brown, looking oddly soft in the dim streetlight. She, as it clearly was, had the face of a cat with green eyes and short muzzle, and she moved with a grace and speed that even had Spike dumb founded. Luckily it wasn't armed.
"I am not here to fight you Vampire," she said smoothly. "My name.."
"Don't bloody care what your name is, you furry big freak! I see you looking for humans, probably for something bad! Well as you're clearly not human and I am now in a bad mood, it all means I get to kill you. And that is exactly what is going to happen."
The she-Kat was not impressed. "You're not making this pleasant for me."
"Yeah, I'm a bad rude man."
"I only wish for you to give a message to the Slayer from my master."
"Your master?"
"Yes, my Master is..."
Without warning Spike drove at the waiting Kat, swinging with a right straight punch and then spinning to whip a reverse roundhouse with his left leg to shatter its Jaw. Both times the Kat slapped his attack out of the air, leaving the Vampire a little bemused.
"Quite strong for a flunky, ain't you?"
Spike swung again but this time the Kat caught it in her hand and folded the vampire's arm behind his back. Spike tried to fight back but he could not, the Kat was too strong. Spike swung back with the elbow of his free arm but that too was grabbed. He felt some cold on his wrists and with a click he realised the thing had put him in cuffs.
"Oi!"
The She-Kat then tripped him and sent him careening backwards against the wall. A second later the Kat wrapping thick cable around his legs pinning them together.
"What's the bloody idea?!"
"Now perhaps we can talk," she knelt before him, not even out of breath. "I do find fighting awfully tiresome and I have a mind for something much more entertaining."
"You're not going to dust me?"
"A dusted vampire is of no use to my Master," said the Kat and she gave him a wink.
"Then bloody talk," said Spike, a little relieved. "What's this message?"
"My Master wants to invite the Slayer and all of her friends to his realm," she said. "Including you, little cutie that you are."
"What for?"
"Oh you know," she said and smiled deliciously. "Just for laughs."
"Well you can get stuffed! I've changed my mind, I'm not telling her a bloody thing so you can tell you Master to shove it up his katflap."
"Oh dear, I think you misunderstand me, my little blonde vampire," she said and then slowly yanked the boots off of his feet. "I don't need you to tell her anything. I just need you to be the message."
"I don't get it...and give me back my bloody boots, you freak!"
"I know you don't get it hon, I know," she said sweetly. "But you will. Soon will of the slayers friends."
"Get what?"
"This..."
The kat drew the tips of her long nails lightly up the centre of the soles of his feet, making Spike jump.
"H-heey...stop that! THat's not funny!"
"Aww does the tough little vamp have tickly feet?" she teased.
"Nohooo he blooohoody dooesn't!"
She made a soft humming noise, oblivious to the threat that poured from Spike's mouth or to the amazement of the dozen onlookers, and trailed the tips of her nails lightly up and down the vampire's feet.
"Koochi koo blondie..."
Spike bit his lip and tried to swallow down the giggles; it made no sense that being a vamp meant being hit hurt a lot less but for some reason his feet were just as ticklish! And the slightest touch of this kats hands was sending electricity flickering though him! It was more than he cold stand!
"Noohooaaa eeyaaahaaahaaa! Stop that! Am gonna blohoody murder yoohou! Ahhahaaaahaaa!"
"How about those toes of yours vamp, are they ticklish?" she teased. "Shall likkel ole me give them an ickle tickle?"
"Nahaaaaahaa eeeheeeheehahahahahaha eheheheaaahahahehe! Gerroff mee!! ahah eehHEhehaahaa!
Now the Kat started dipping her nails between the toes of the vampire's feet, sliding them gently down the tops of his feet and then back around his ankles all the way up to the toes again. This time Spike had no chance of holding back and he found the bubbling laughter pouring out helplessly. He looked up and saw in her eyes, her wonderfully green eyes, a delightful mischeif and at the same time a gentle mercilessness that made him shiver.
"Staahaaopp it! Pleehease ahaaahahahah! I caaaan't stand it! Heheheeehee ooohhhaaaaa Ahahaaaaahaaaaa! It bloody tickles! Gaahaaaa eeheheaahahaa ahahahahheeehehehehhaaaaa hehaaa
"Aww is the likkel blonde vampire all tickly?"
"Sharrup! AHaaahahahah eeeheeehehehaahah ahHAHAHahHAHAHAAH EHAHAH HEEAHEH EEHEHAAHAAHHAAAEHAA!"
"But I've only been teekling you for a few seconds hon," she teased. "Imagine what fun we could have when you are in my Master's realm and I have all eternity to play with you!"
Spike wanted to answer but he was totally undone by the soft and merciless tickling of his feet at the hands of this female kat. Every touch was painfully soft and touched every single nerve his feet had. In mere seconds she had
him helpless and hysterical.
After a while, when the crowd had thinned a bit and tears had rolled down his cheeks, she stopped and rose from him.
"That is just a taste hon," she said. "A taste of what awaits you. Tell the slayer to meet my master at Coronation Memorial. At Midnight."
Then she vanished, leaving Spike barefoot and deflated and not knowing exactly what had happened to him.
End of Part 2
