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Here is part 8 of Chapter 17 of Dawn's Story. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 7
When they finished dinner, Jen and Maddie led the pair of guests out to the living room. “Connor, take your shirt, shoes, and socks off,” Dawn ordered, and as expected, he instinctively obeyed. “Lay down on the couch, arms above your head.” With professional efficiency, Dawn took the clothes from Connor, while Jen and Maddie tied him to the couch.
“Neat trick you got there, Dawn,” Maddie commented as she knelt by the bound man.
“Really, Dawn? I thought that was supposed to just be for punishment?” Connor had recovered from his slave-like trance, and he was still not happy with being bossed around.
“Well, I guess I should have said mostly for punishment. You looked really nervous about getting tickled by Maddie, and I thought it’d be better if you just let us tie you up without the chance to protest.” Before he could object, Maddie dug into his armpits. As he squealed, Dawn twisted her head to look at the other switch, “Now, Jen, I believe we were going to have a tickle fight?”
“No, I was going to beat you before you could fight back!” Jen attacked Dawn’s sides from behind.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHOHOESNT MAHAHATTEHEHER!” Loving the feeling of Jen’s fingers on her most ticklish spot, Dawn flipped around while laughing. This opened her torso up for easier tickling, which was good in and of itself, and it also gave her an angle for a counterattack. In a flash, her fingers were on her opponent’s midriff, and their collective laughter filled the room.
The tickle fight between Dawn and Jen began as it always did. With two switches battling each other, tickling and getting tickled as much as possible was the highest priority, much higher than actually winning. They each focused on the center of the other person’s midsection, trying to keep their fingers on the sensitive bellybutton of their opponent. In addition, they aided each other by pushing closer, allowing easier access to their hyper-ticklish navels. This set them up for another long tickle fight, both knowing that without tools, the only real way to get the other to submit was to make them run out of breath.
Unfortunately, this tickle fight was a little different. A little bit in, Dawn heard Connor’s laughter begin to pitch up, and she became curious as to what Maddie was doing to him. She tried to focus on the tickle fight, but as wonderful as Jen’s ticklish tummy and tickling fingers were, Connor’s loud laughter remained a tempting distraction.
Finally, it got to be too much for Dawn, and she called out, “BREHEHEHEAK!”
“BREHEHEHEAK?” Jen inquired. “YOHOHOHOU GIHIHIHIVIHIHIHING UHUHUHP?”
“NOHOHOHOHO! JUHUHUHUST BREHEHEHEAK!”
Jen’s fingers dug into Dawn’s ticklish torso, putting in extra effort to try and force a surrender. Instead of giving in, Dawn responded by securing a finger inside Jen’s navel and wiggling it about. Not long after, the Dungeon Tickler realized that her opponent was not going to surrender, and she obliged, “FIHIHINE! BREHEHEHEAK!”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” As soon as the two tickle fighters disengaged, Connor’s laughter filled their ears. Keeping an eye on each other in case one wanted to restart the tickle fight, Jen and Dawn glanced over to see what Maddie was doing to the former tickle slave. She had already learned how weak his ribs were, and she was taking full advantage. Given Maddie’s professional ruthlessness and her general love of tickle torture, Dawn felt a bit bad putting Connor under her friend’s fingers. Even Jen looked surprised at how horribly Connor seemed to be taking the tickling.
“Well, I guess he is ticklish,” Jen observed. “Quite ticklish, in fact.”
“Yes, that surprised me when I first learned about it,” Dawn admitted. “I’d only ever tried on his sides, but there’s no sensitivity there. It’s all moved away.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that Maddie found where it ended up. I wonder how long that took her.”
“How long do you think?”
“Maybe a couple of minutes.”
“How long were we at it?”
“Longer than that. I’m not sure I really want to know how much longer.”
“Me, neither,” Dawn shrugged. “You ready to lose?”
“You mean, are you ready to tickle fight until Maddie stops us?” Jen retorted.
“Either way, I win.”
“Or I could make you lose.” Jen and Dawn turned to face each other. “You love getting feathers on your tummy, and if you lose, I’ll dust you for as long as you want.”
“I don’t love that as much as you,” Dawn countered. “When I win, your bellybutton’s going to get the best feathering it’s ever felt.”
“You’re on.” Both women launched tickle attacks at the other’s abdomen, and multiple voices again filled the room with laughter.
Jen’s initial guess of how the tickle fight would pan out was correct: the two locked themselves in tummy-ticklish combat, and no one ever got an advantage. Finally, Maddie decided that Connor had been tickle tortured enough, and she stepped in to stop the neutral contest. Intensely focused on making each other laugh as much as possible, neither tickle fighter realized that the third woman was there until five fingers dug into each of their sides. The ferocity of Maddie’s tickling forced both Jen and Dawn to the ground, where losing their balance caused the pair to finally stop tickling each other. Once they caught themselves, they glanced up to see the new tickler standing above them with a smirk.
“Connor’s weak spots are really fun to get, but he needs a break,” Maddie announced. “Jen, he could use a chance to tickle someone else.”
“Sounds great!” Even after tickle fighting with Dawn for so long, Jen was ready for a new tickler.
“Dawn, I’ve missed tickling you. Can we make up for your week’s absence now?”
“Where do you want me?” Dawn smiled.
“In your chair,” Maddie helped the switch up and took her back to the table.
Dawn sat down in the chair she had occupied earlier and asked, “Arms?”
“Behind your back,” the tickler ordered, and Dawn put them in position. Once Maddie had bound the ticklee’s wrists together and secured them to the back of the chair, she knelt beside Dawn’s bare belly. “So, Dawn,” she began skittering her nails across the stomach, “this is the ‘Con’ that used to be your neighbor, right?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn squealed, unsure of why Maddie was asking something that had been confirmed earlier.
One nail began circling her bellybutton. “Back then, you had a crush on him, right?”
Dawn felt her face heating up. She had self-acknowledged her old crush less than a week ago, but it had been years since she spoke to Jen and Maddie about it. Even when she had, back when the flosser forced every single secret out of her, she presented it as a minor part of her past life, certainly not something to remember. She had been taken away from Connor, and she was never supposed to see him again. The crush was irrelevant. But apparently Maddie remembered it. Why or how, Dawn could not figure out. Unfortunately, the reminder flustered the switch, and she refused to verbally answer the question.
“Right, Dawn?” The nail continued circling the outie after not getting a response.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn’s face continued to redden, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was laughter.
“Right? Right? Right?” Maddie repeated her simple question once every loop around the tickle button.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“My ticklish friend had a crush on Connor, didn’t she?” Finally, Maddie changed up her verbal tactics, whispering in Dawn’s ear, but she continued to limit her tickles to teasing circles around the bellybutton. “She had a crush on the guy who used to tickle her all the time.”
Dawn kept laughing. She wished that Maddie would get to the point and move the nail onto her favorite tickle spot, but her tickler refused, keeping the tickling just an inch away.
“Might as well answer me, Dawn. I’m not going to tickle your bellybutton until you give me an answer. Did you used to have a crush on Connor?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” The guarantee of navel tickling broke Dawn’s silence. As promised, Maddie attacked the entire abdomen fiercely, wiggling one finger on the outie and the other nine across the remainder of the midriff. “YEHEHEHES MOHOHOHOHORE!” With her temporary speech block gone, the ticklee eagerly encouraged more tickles. Maddie obliged her for a few minutes, focusing plenty on her bare bellybutton before abruptly stopping. “Maddie?” Dawn glanced around to find her tickler as soon as the nails left her torso. She caught sight of the tickler walking away from her. “More?”
Maddie turned around with a smile. “Give me a minute. I know your favorite tools.”
With a relaxed smile, Dawn settled back into her chair. Her eyes followed the Dungeon Tickler as she retrieved some tools from the tickle tool chest that the hosts kept in the living room. When Maddie returned, she had two paintbrushes and two feathers.
“Let’s start with these,” the tickler held up the feathers. “We’ll save the best for last.”
“Okay!”
“So, you used to have a crush on Connor,” Maddie settled in behind Dawn and whispered into her ear again. Dawn’s face began reddening, and the feathers came up to tease her ticklish sides. “You used to have a crush on Connor, right?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn’s face glowed red as she affirmed the earlier statement, not wanting to go through another round of near-navel teasing.
“Good.” Maddie moved the feathers to the left and right zones of her ticklee’s midriff. “Now that I’ve met him, I can see why you had a crush, at least physically. Also, you said that he used to tickle you all the time, right?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn answered, hoping to get the tools moved closer to her navel.
“And I bet that made the crush that much stronger, didn’t it?” Maddie kept the feathers in the same area, just sliding up and down Dawn’s abdomen.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It did, didn’t it?” The tickler leaned in, letting her hair briefly brush against Dawn’s neck, and the feathers moved back out to the ticklee’s sides.
“MAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Dawn could acknowledge that the tickling had been nice, but it was not the reason she had a crush on Connor. At least not back then. Now…
“Maybe?” The feathers fell off the sides, and the lightly skittering fingers returned. “I’m going to need a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Dawn.”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Knowing that she was not going to get any more bellybutton tickles unless she gave satisfactory responses to all of Maddie’s questions, Dawn quickly decided that the tickling had helped her develop a crush on Connor.
“So, now that Connor’s here, do you still have a crush on him?” The tickler rewarded her ticklee by picking up the feathers and brushing everywhere on the belly, except the enticing navel.
Feeling pressure to answer or risk losing out on more tickles for her favorite spot, Dawn laughed out, “YEHEHEHES!”
“Oh, really?” One of the feathers tightened its path into a circle around the button, while the other continued dancing across the ticklee’s midsection.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn pushed, trying to get the feather onto her outie.
“PFFFT!” Out of nowhere, Maddie blew into the side of Dawn’s neck.
“EEEEE AHAHAHAHAHA!” The ticklee lurched to the side. “MAHADDIEHEHE!”
“I believe you.” As soon as Dawn returned to sitting straight on the chair, the feather found her bellybutton. “But as ticklish as it is, your belly’s not your only tickle spot. So, how soon are you going to talk to him about it?”
“WHAHAHAHAHAT?” Dawn laughed out, caught off-guard by the question.
“How soon are you going to tell Connor about your crush?” Maddie asked, punishing the ticklee by removing the feather from her navel.
“MAHAHADDIEHEHEHE!” Dawn complained.
The feathers left the front of her stomach for her sides. “How soon? You like him, he liked you enough to come all the way here to try and save you. How soon are you going to ask him out? Or at least something similar?”
“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHONT KNOHOHOHOW!” Finally, Dawn answered. Maddie half-rewarded her, repositioning the tickly feathers right outside her middle zone.
“Well, you don’t have much to lose, so I think you should go for it soon. You’re both living away from Wyoming, and you’re both adults. Remember, boyfriends can tickle a lot, and I know you want this again.” The feathers traded sides, passing each other on Dawn’s bellybutton.
“MAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Dawn squeaked a half-promise out. “BUHUHUT IHIHIT HAHAHASNT EHEHEVEHEN BEHEHEEN AHAHA WEHEHEHEEK!”
“A week? Oh, right,” Maddie stepped back and returned both feathers to the outie, tickling away. “For a second there, I forgot that you basically just learned that he was in the Tickle Cartel. I suppose it may be a bit soon to go all in on this. That said, I’ve only known him for a couple hours, and it’s obvious that you two like each other. Take some time, sure, but please do ask him sooner rather than later. Understand?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn shook her head.
Maddie dropped the feathers and picked up the paintbrushes. “Now, let’s talk about the real fun stuff. You said he didn’t seem to be ticklish back then, but you were very wrong, weren’t you?”
“YEHEHEHEHES, IHIHIHI WAHAHAS!” Relieved by the change in topic, Dawn eagerly answered as the paintbrushes ran across her navel.
“How did you never test out his ribs? I can’t believe that he wasn’t ticklish there before he came to the Tickle Cartel.”
“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!”
“Well, you really should make up for lost time. I know that I’m going to have to get my hands back on those ribs whenever I get permission or can ambush him.”
“IHIHIHIHILL TIHIHICKLE HIHIHIM!”
“And you’ll help me get him, too?”
“MAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!”
“Maybe? But you made it so easy earlier, and he’s so ticklish. Don’t you want to hear him laugh like that again?”
“YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOHONT NEHEHEHEED MEHEHEHE!”
“Well, I guess that’s true. Plus, if he normally hates being tickled as much as he did earlier, you probably don’t want me tickling him too much. You know, as long as you can help it. Which you probably can, given how insatiable you and Jen are when someone thinks about tickling either of you. At least I’ll have two great ticklee options for whenever you force me to take a break from him, and one of them is right here!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn squealed as the paintbrushes met at the top of her outie. “YEHEHEHES YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHILL!”
“The best part is that you like it way too much to make me stop. I can tickle you for as long as I want, either before or after I tickle Connor. Isn’t that right, Dawn?”
“YEHEHEHES TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHEHE MOHOHOHORE!”
“So, how about we get some more big laughs out of you?” Maddie dropped a paintbrush and used that hand’s nails on the midriff. “I know how much you love this when I do it, and I bet some people at Tummy Paradise use two different tools to tickle this tummy.”
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” The mention of her workplace, combined with the tickling, threw Dawn into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode. She began to lose herself in joyous laughter, only listening to what Maddie said to throw the appropriate praise back at the tickler. Soon, all she knew was torso tickling and teasing, and it was all wonderful. The happy ticklee was ready to laugh all night if Maddie tickled her that long.
Next Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 9
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Chapter 16: Free Friends
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips
Chapter 18: Fun Friday
Previous Chapter
Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 7
When they finished dinner, Jen and Maddie led the pair of guests out to the living room. “Connor, take your shirt, shoes, and socks off,” Dawn ordered, and as expected, he instinctively obeyed. “Lay down on the couch, arms above your head.” With professional efficiency, Dawn took the clothes from Connor, while Jen and Maddie tied him to the couch.
“Neat trick you got there, Dawn,” Maddie commented as she knelt by the bound man.
“Really, Dawn? I thought that was supposed to just be for punishment?” Connor had recovered from his slave-like trance, and he was still not happy with being bossed around.
“Well, I guess I should have said mostly for punishment. You looked really nervous about getting tickled by Maddie, and I thought it’d be better if you just let us tie you up without the chance to protest.” Before he could object, Maddie dug into his armpits. As he squealed, Dawn twisted her head to look at the other switch, “Now, Jen, I believe we were going to have a tickle fight?”
“No, I was going to beat you before you could fight back!” Jen attacked Dawn’s sides from behind.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHOHOESNT MAHAHATTEHEHER!” Loving the feeling of Jen’s fingers on her most ticklish spot, Dawn flipped around while laughing. This opened her torso up for easier tickling, which was good in and of itself, and it also gave her an angle for a counterattack. In a flash, her fingers were on her opponent’s midriff, and their collective laughter filled the room.
The tickle fight between Dawn and Jen began as it always did. With two switches battling each other, tickling and getting tickled as much as possible was the highest priority, much higher than actually winning. They each focused on the center of the other person’s midsection, trying to keep their fingers on the sensitive bellybutton of their opponent. In addition, they aided each other by pushing closer, allowing easier access to their hyper-ticklish navels. This set them up for another long tickle fight, both knowing that without tools, the only real way to get the other to submit was to make them run out of breath.
Unfortunately, this tickle fight was a little different. A little bit in, Dawn heard Connor’s laughter begin to pitch up, and she became curious as to what Maddie was doing to him. She tried to focus on the tickle fight, but as wonderful as Jen’s ticklish tummy and tickling fingers were, Connor’s loud laughter remained a tempting distraction.
Finally, it got to be too much for Dawn, and she called out, “BREHEHEHEAK!”
“BREHEHEHEAK?” Jen inquired. “YOHOHOHOU GIHIHIHIVIHIHIHING UHUHUHP?”
“NOHOHOHOHO! JUHUHUHUST BREHEHEHEAK!”
Jen’s fingers dug into Dawn’s ticklish torso, putting in extra effort to try and force a surrender. Instead of giving in, Dawn responded by securing a finger inside Jen’s navel and wiggling it about. Not long after, the Dungeon Tickler realized that her opponent was not going to surrender, and she obliged, “FIHIHINE! BREHEHEHEAK!”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” As soon as the two tickle fighters disengaged, Connor’s laughter filled their ears. Keeping an eye on each other in case one wanted to restart the tickle fight, Jen and Dawn glanced over to see what Maddie was doing to the former tickle slave. She had already learned how weak his ribs were, and she was taking full advantage. Given Maddie’s professional ruthlessness and her general love of tickle torture, Dawn felt a bit bad putting Connor under her friend’s fingers. Even Jen looked surprised at how horribly Connor seemed to be taking the tickling.
“Well, I guess he is ticklish,” Jen observed. “Quite ticklish, in fact.”
“Yes, that surprised me when I first learned about it,” Dawn admitted. “I’d only ever tried on his sides, but there’s no sensitivity there. It’s all moved away.”
“Well, I think it’s safe to say that Maddie found where it ended up. I wonder how long that took her.”
“How long do you think?”
“Maybe a couple of minutes.”
“How long were we at it?”
“Longer than that. I’m not sure I really want to know how much longer.”
“Me, neither,” Dawn shrugged. “You ready to lose?”
“You mean, are you ready to tickle fight until Maddie stops us?” Jen retorted.
“Either way, I win.”
“Or I could make you lose.” Jen and Dawn turned to face each other. “You love getting feathers on your tummy, and if you lose, I’ll dust you for as long as you want.”
“I don’t love that as much as you,” Dawn countered. “When I win, your bellybutton’s going to get the best feathering it’s ever felt.”
“You’re on.” Both women launched tickle attacks at the other’s abdomen, and multiple voices again filled the room with laughter.
Jen’s initial guess of how the tickle fight would pan out was correct: the two locked themselves in tummy-ticklish combat, and no one ever got an advantage. Finally, Maddie decided that Connor had been tickle tortured enough, and she stepped in to stop the neutral contest. Intensely focused on making each other laugh as much as possible, neither tickle fighter realized that the third woman was there until five fingers dug into each of their sides. The ferocity of Maddie’s tickling forced both Jen and Dawn to the ground, where losing their balance caused the pair to finally stop tickling each other. Once they caught themselves, they glanced up to see the new tickler standing above them with a smirk.
“Connor’s weak spots are really fun to get, but he needs a break,” Maddie announced. “Jen, he could use a chance to tickle someone else.”
“Sounds great!” Even after tickle fighting with Dawn for so long, Jen was ready for a new tickler.
“Dawn, I’ve missed tickling you. Can we make up for your week’s absence now?”
“Where do you want me?” Dawn smiled.
“In your chair,” Maddie helped the switch up and took her back to the table.
Dawn sat down in the chair she had occupied earlier and asked, “Arms?”
“Behind your back,” the tickler ordered, and Dawn put them in position. Once Maddie had bound the ticklee’s wrists together and secured them to the back of the chair, she knelt beside Dawn’s bare belly. “So, Dawn,” she began skittering her nails across the stomach, “this is the ‘Con’ that used to be your neighbor, right?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn squealed, unsure of why Maddie was asking something that had been confirmed earlier.
One nail began circling her bellybutton. “Back then, you had a crush on him, right?”
Dawn felt her face heating up. She had self-acknowledged her old crush less than a week ago, but it had been years since she spoke to Jen and Maddie about it. Even when she had, back when the flosser forced every single secret out of her, she presented it as a minor part of her past life, certainly not something to remember. She had been taken away from Connor, and she was never supposed to see him again. The crush was irrelevant. But apparently Maddie remembered it. Why or how, Dawn could not figure out. Unfortunately, the reminder flustered the switch, and she refused to verbally answer the question.
“Right, Dawn?” The nail continued circling the outie after not getting a response.
“AHAHAHAHA!” Dawn’s face continued to redden, but the only thing that came out of her mouth was laughter.
“Right? Right? Right?” Maddie repeated her simple question once every loop around the tickle button.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“My ticklish friend had a crush on Connor, didn’t she?” Finally, Maddie changed up her verbal tactics, whispering in Dawn’s ear, but she continued to limit her tickles to teasing circles around the bellybutton. “She had a crush on the guy who used to tickle her all the time.”
Dawn kept laughing. She wished that Maddie would get to the point and move the nail onto her favorite tickle spot, but her tickler refused, keeping the tickling just an inch away.
“Might as well answer me, Dawn. I’m not going to tickle your bellybutton until you give me an answer. Did you used to have a crush on Connor?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” The guarantee of navel tickling broke Dawn’s silence. As promised, Maddie attacked the entire abdomen fiercely, wiggling one finger on the outie and the other nine across the remainder of the midriff. “YEHEHEHES MOHOHOHOHORE!” With her temporary speech block gone, the ticklee eagerly encouraged more tickles. Maddie obliged her for a few minutes, focusing plenty on her bare bellybutton before abruptly stopping. “Maddie?” Dawn glanced around to find her tickler as soon as the nails left her torso. She caught sight of the tickler walking away from her. “More?”
Maddie turned around with a smile. “Give me a minute. I know your favorite tools.”
With a relaxed smile, Dawn settled back into her chair. Her eyes followed the Dungeon Tickler as she retrieved some tools from the tickle tool chest that the hosts kept in the living room. When Maddie returned, she had two paintbrushes and two feathers.
“Let’s start with these,” the tickler held up the feathers. “We’ll save the best for last.”
“Okay!”
“So, you used to have a crush on Connor,” Maddie settled in behind Dawn and whispered into her ear again. Dawn’s face began reddening, and the feathers came up to tease her ticklish sides. “You used to have a crush on Connor, right?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn’s face glowed red as she affirmed the earlier statement, not wanting to go through another round of near-navel teasing.
“Good.” Maddie moved the feathers to the left and right zones of her ticklee’s midriff. “Now that I’ve met him, I can see why you had a crush, at least physically. Also, you said that he used to tickle you all the time, right?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn answered, hoping to get the tools moved closer to her navel.
“And I bet that made the crush that much stronger, didn’t it?” Maddie kept the feathers in the same area, just sliding up and down Dawn’s abdomen.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!”
“It did, didn’t it?” The tickler leaned in, letting her hair briefly brush against Dawn’s neck, and the feathers moved back out to the ticklee’s sides.
“MAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Dawn could acknowledge that the tickling had been nice, but it was not the reason she had a crush on Connor. At least not back then. Now…
“Maybe?” The feathers fell off the sides, and the lightly skittering fingers returned. “I’m going to need a ‘yes’ or ‘no’, Dawn.”
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Knowing that she was not going to get any more bellybutton tickles unless she gave satisfactory responses to all of Maddie’s questions, Dawn quickly decided that the tickling had helped her develop a crush on Connor.
“So, now that Connor’s here, do you still have a crush on him?” The tickler rewarded her ticklee by picking up the feathers and brushing everywhere on the belly, except the enticing navel.
Feeling pressure to answer or risk losing out on more tickles for her favorite spot, Dawn laughed out, “YEHEHEHES!”
“Oh, really?” One of the feathers tightened its path into a circle around the button, while the other continued dancing across the ticklee’s midsection.
“YEHEHEHEHES!” Dawn pushed, trying to get the feather onto her outie.
“PFFFT!” Out of nowhere, Maddie blew into the side of Dawn’s neck.
“EEEEE AHAHAHAHAHA!” The ticklee lurched to the side. “MAHADDIEHEHE!”
“I believe you.” As soon as Dawn returned to sitting straight on the chair, the feather found her bellybutton. “But as ticklish as it is, your belly’s not your only tickle spot. So, how soon are you going to talk to him about it?”
“WHAHAHAHAHAT?” Dawn laughed out, caught off-guard by the question.
“How soon are you going to tell Connor about your crush?” Maddie asked, punishing the ticklee by removing the feather from her navel.
“MAHAHADDIEHEHEHE!” Dawn complained.
The feathers left the front of her stomach for her sides. “How soon? You like him, he liked you enough to come all the way here to try and save you. How soon are you going to ask him out? Or at least something similar?”
“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHONT KNOHOHOHOW!” Finally, Dawn answered. Maddie half-rewarded her, repositioning the tickly feathers right outside her middle zone.
“Well, you don’t have much to lose, so I think you should go for it soon. You’re both living away from Wyoming, and you’re both adults. Remember, boyfriends can tickle a lot, and I know you want this again.” The feathers traded sides, passing each other on Dawn’s bellybutton.
“MAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!” Dawn squeaked a half-promise out. “BUHUHUT IHIHIT HAHAHASNT EHEHEVEHEN BEHEHEEN AHAHA WEHEHEHEEK!”
“A week? Oh, right,” Maddie stepped back and returned both feathers to the outie, tickling away. “For a second there, I forgot that you basically just learned that he was in the Tickle Cartel. I suppose it may be a bit soon to go all in on this. That said, I’ve only known him for a couple hours, and it’s obvious that you two like each other. Take some time, sure, but please do ask him sooner rather than later. Understand?”
“YEHEHEHES!” Dawn shook her head.
Maddie dropped the feathers and picked up the paintbrushes. “Now, let’s talk about the real fun stuff. You said he didn’t seem to be ticklish back then, but you were very wrong, weren’t you?”
“YEHEHEHEHES, IHIHIHI WAHAHAS!” Relieved by the change in topic, Dawn eagerly answered as the paintbrushes ran across her navel.
“How did you never test out his ribs? I can’t believe that he wasn’t ticklish there before he came to the Tickle Cartel.”
“IHIHIHI DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOW!”
“Well, you really should make up for lost time. I know that I’m going to have to get my hands back on those ribs whenever I get permission or can ambush him.”
“IHIHIHIHILL TIHIHICKLE HIHIHIM!”
“And you’ll help me get him, too?”
“MAHAHAHAYBEHEHEHE!”
“Maybe? But you made it so easy earlier, and he’s so ticklish. Don’t you want to hear him laugh like that again?”
“YOHOHOHOU DOHOHOHONT NEHEHEHEED MEHEHEHE!”
“Well, I guess that’s true. Plus, if he normally hates being tickled as much as he did earlier, you probably don’t want me tickling him too much. You know, as long as you can help it. Which you probably can, given how insatiable you and Jen are when someone thinks about tickling either of you. At least I’ll have two great ticklee options for whenever you force me to take a break from him, and one of them is right here!”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Dawn squealed as the paintbrushes met at the top of her outie. “YEHEHEHES YOHOHOHOHOU WIHIHIHILL!”
“The best part is that you like it way too much to make me stop. I can tickle you for as long as I want, either before or after I tickle Connor. Isn’t that right, Dawn?”
“YEHEHEHES TIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHEHEHE MOHOHOHORE!”
“So, how about we get some more big laughs out of you?” Maddie dropped a paintbrush and used that hand’s nails on the midriff. “I know how much you love this when I do it, and I bet some people at Tummy Paradise use two different tools to tickle this tummy.”
“YEHEHEHEHEHES!” The mention of her workplace, combined with the tickling, threw Dawn into Tummy Paradise ticklee mode. She began to lose herself in joyous laughter, only listening to what Maddie said to throw the appropriate praise back at the tickler. Soon, all she knew was torso tickling and teasing, and it was all wonderful. The happy ticklee was ready to laugh all night if Maddie tickled her that long.
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Chapter 17: Thursday Trips, Part 9
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