Featherdemon
3rd Level Red Feather
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Keiko sat, as she often did, staring out of her bedroom window with a thousand different questions bubbling away inside her head. This was nothing new for Keiko, who loved to ponder as much as the next person.
But this time there was only one question on her mind - one that was determined to remain unanswered.
Who sent that curious package?
Questions were a wonderful thing, she mused with an indulgent sigh. How dull life would be if you could not ask questions. Keiko was always full of questions - who, what, how and why; they barely seemed to give her a moment's respite, niggling and wriggling, demanding her constant attention. They gave her life such a wonderful spice and while she was sure her persistent voicing of said questions might cause others irritation, Keiko found there was nothing sweeter in life than pondering an unanswered question. Even if the question concerned gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Well, she thought with a grin, maybe there was one thing sweeter...
It was a warm, lazy autumn afternoon and the world beyond her window lay bathed in a warm wash of orange sunlight. It was one of those wonderful afternoons when everything felt safe and right; if the world were a cat, it would be purring, thought Keiko and giggled at the idea. Even the hustle bustle of daily life seemed to have been left behind, for the streets were quiet and peaceful. It was the perfect time to nap and snuggle up and let the world slumber.
And yet Keiko remained locked in her studious contemplation.
It was the parcel that held her so rapt. It had arrived this morning with a collection of meaningless spam and bills. It was addressed to her, specifically for her and it even included her bedroom as the specific location. It was rectangular shaped, twelve inches long, six inches wide and four inches in height. It was made from gleaming mahogany and smelt of fresh leaves in the rain. But having unwrapped it, it wasn't the smell that brought a blush to Keiko's cheeks. It was the scenes of tickling carved delicately on every surface.
Biting her lip against the blush and feeling a nervous tingle in her belly, Keiko rushed upstairs to her room to study it - and to enjoy the full hot rush of the blush touching her features.**At first she'd lay on the bed, tracing every wonderful line of the ticklish scenes with her fingers; the sides showed what looked to be a large hall filled with men and women sitting on couches and locked in stocks with oddly feline figures tickling their feet.**The faces of the men and women were drawn in perfect hysterics. The bottom of the object depicted armpits and hips being stroked. But it the lid of the box that had finished Keiko's blush and made her gulp.
"W-what's this?" she whispered to herself.
There was a woman carved on the front, beautiful and feline, smiling up at Keiko. She was lying with her hands behind her head, as if relaxing and waiting for something. Or someone. At the top of the surface, carved into the box, was a message written in stunning calligraphy:
"Hello Keiko, there is a present for you in this box. To open it, all you have to do...is tickle me..."
Again Keiko blushed and pushed the box away from her. Her mind raced; who could possibly have sent this to her? And why would they have sent to her? The box looked expensive, far too expensive for any of her friends to have bought without help and even if they had, why would they put such a message on it? Who of them knew about 'it' to have put such a message on it?
Keiko had gone to the window at that point and perched on the wooden sill, pondering who could have sent it.**Seconds passed and stretched into minutes, minutes stretched into tens of minutes and before she was aware of it, almost an hour had passed without an answer presenting itself. She looked back over to the box and felt a shiver of feeling, remembering the look on the feline's face and the message.
"All I have to do is tickle you..."
Butterflies fluttered inside her belly with a growing frenzy as she thought about doing just that - tickle the box to open it. But what would be inside? Money? Jewellery? It took only a couple more minutes of staring at the box with the 'T' word flickering in and out of her thoughts, before Keiko slid off of the sill and plucked the box off the bed. It felt light and warm in her hands and the smile on the feline's face seemed wider than before.
"This...is crazy...I can't believe I'm about to do this..."
Grinning she placed the box on her lap. A shiver of excitement touched her limbs as she stared down at the figure. She reached out and gently drew her fingertips along the figures on the sides, building the courage to do what the box asked her.**Taking a breath and holding it, she scraped her nails very lightly on the bare belly of the feline.
"Kitchy koo," Keiko said, giggling to herself.
The figure on the box shivered at her touch and a musical voice giggled at her touch. Keiko barely had time to react when the face of the figure changed to show an expression of laughter. Then the lid flipped open. For a moment nothing happened and Keiko's breath remained locked behind her lips.
Then suddenly there was a flash of light and a wash of static flickered over skin, making her shudder.
"What was that?"
"That was me," said a soft voice.
Keiko gave a shriek of surprise and staggered back off of the window sill and onto the bed. Standing in the doorway of her room was a beautiful woman covered from head to toe in soft looking terracotta fur. Her features, perfectly symmetrical, were like that of a cats but there something more to them. She had hair the colour of tulips in sunlight and lantern-like emerald eyes. A tail swished luxuriously behind her. She wore a black dress that clung wrap-like to her body.
"Hello, sweetie." The smile on the woman's face instantly put Keiko at ease. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Startled, more than scared."
"I'm sorry about that," she said and**stretched. "I didn't mean too; I just had to get out of the box - jeez, that was uncomfortable."
Keiko grinned. "You came from in the box?"
"Yes," she said and rubbed her tummy. "Your little tickles set me free...mm, I do so like being tickled, don't you sweetie?"
Keiko blushed a little. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gedan," she said. "And you must Keiko."
"How do you know?"
"Because I was posted here with very specific instructions," Gedan said and giggled. "You won't believe how many times I've done that and spooked the wrong person. Very embarrassing."
Keiko laughed, part nervous and part excitement. "Who posted you here?"
"My love sent me here," said Gedan. "Don't worry you'll be seeing him soon."
"Weren't you scared he might post you to the wrong place?"
"Oh, he's done that before," said Gedan. "The big blue eejit. Sent me to the wrong country once - got stuck in there for...well, no matter. I trust him, sweetie. And it's a good thing for him too because if I hadn't arrived in the right place, I'd have to have a sole searching chat with him." Gedan wiggled her fingers in a way that left no illusion of what she meant. "Poor little guy just melts when I tickle his feet; it really is the sweetest thing."
Again Keiko found herself blushing.
"As for why I am here," said Gedan and drew a white feather from a fold in her dress. "I think this little thing here may help explain better than any words could; maybe if I added two little words - kitchy...koo."
Keiko looked from the box to Gedan and the feather waving gently in her hand, then back to the box. For a moment her eyes widened and then suddenly, resisting a tremble, she dipped her head.
"Figured out why I'm here?" Gedan asked, giggling.
Keiko nodded but couldn't meet Gedan's gaze - it felt like every nerve in her body was flaring. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on them.
"Can you tell me?"
Keiko shook her head.
"So cute," said Gedan and sat down on the edge of the bed, a big smile on her face. "Can't even bring yourself to say it, mm? Want me to say it for you?"
Keiko bit her lip and nodded quickly, feeling a fire under skin turning her cheeks bright red. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she found herself barely able to think about what was about to happen.
"I'm here to tickle you sweetie," said Gedan. "Tickle...tickle...tickle."
Keiko giggled and shivered, finally able to meet Gedan's gaze. At that moment there was a sheepish knocking coming from the wardrobe.
Gedan sighed and shook her head. "Excuse me a moment," she said and moved to the wardrobe.
Keiko followed her with her eyes, wondering what was happening now. "W-who is it?"
Gedan chuckled. "You were supposed to appear next to me," she said, talking to whoever had knocked on the door.
"Slight miscalculation," said a kind but somewhat embarrassed voice. "Would you please open the door. This is embarrassing enough as it is."
Gedan chuckled. "Keiko, allow me to introduce my love and one of the finest ticklers in the whole of time and space. This is Feathers."
The door to her wardrobe opened and out stepped a tall looking figure with skin the colour of near-midnight. Large red eyes glowed softly, kindly, smoothing away the edges of his appearance which might ordinarily been scary. He stood sheepishly next to Gedan.
"Hello Keiko," he said, "sorry about that. Slight miscalculation with the...well...you know...anyway, I'm here now and that's the main thing." He grinned. "Did you like my little box? I carved it myself many years ago."
"It's...very detailed."
"Has to be," said Feathers, "if it's going to snag the imagination of tickle lovers like yourself."
Keiko did a double take at his words. "What?" she said and rose to her knees. "I never said I...how do you even know that...I mean, I don't...hey, you can't go around saying stuff like that!"
"Saying what?" said Gedan, leaning over and keeping her voice in a very delicate tease.
"Saying...tickle? But it's such a lovely word...tickle. Mm, I could say it forever.- tickle...tickle...tickle."
"Stoppit!"
"Aw, we're making her blush," said Feathers.
"She must really like to tickle, and be tickled," said Gedan.
"Shut up!"
"Are we**wrong, sweetie?" asked Gedan.
"Yes!"
"So," said Feathers, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "if I were to ask you to sit back while I have sweet Gedan here take off your socks and shoes so I could gently tickle you feet with her likkel feather, that wouldn't interest you?"
The butterflies which had been fluttering rampantly in her gut suddenly grew and rose up to fill every part of her body, including her throat.**A tingle flickered across her skin, like the tiny patter of feet, making her shiver and stealing the words from her throat.
Gedan giggled and sat next to Feathers. "I think she's a little undecided, aren't you sweetie?"
Keiko blushed and tried very hard not grin like the cheshire cat. A voice in her was screaming at her to deny him but the warm glow in her cheeks over ruled it.
"Sit back," said Feathers, smiling.
Incredibly, Keiko found herself moving without thinking about it. She edged back and straightened her legs. A grin crept across her face but she still found herself nibbling her lower lip. She clenched a pillow tight to her chest to stop herself clawing at the sheets and ruining what remained of her composure.
"Let's get these heavy, uncomfortable sock and shoes off," said Gedan.
Keiko legs jerked a little at the first feel of the laces of her sneakers being undone. Tsking, Gedan held Keiko's ankle as she delicately unfastened and slid the shoe off. Winking at Keiko, Gedan did the same with the other foot. Both shoes tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.
"Now for your socks," teased Gedan.
Feathers reached over and with Gedan holding Keiko's ankles gently, he tugged the socks from her feet one at a time.
"You're probably wondering why you're not running through that door," said Feathers. "I bet there is a little voice in the back of your head right screaming at you to run, just get up and run."
Gedan locked an arm about Keiko's ankles, a firm but gentle trapping, and swished the feather very delicately in the air, mere inches from the soles of her Keiko's feet. "But you won't run, will you sweetie?" she said with a devastating smile. "You'll stay with us. For us. Do you know why?"
Keiko shook her head and clenched her toes, feeling the very first touch the edges of the feather brush at the tips of her toes. It was shiver of feeling too brief and delicate to be fully translated by her nerves but enough to make a shudder run the length of her body.
"Mneeheeee noo, no I don't know!" she said.
"Would you like to know?"
Keiko tugged her legs back and found that there was absolutely no give in Gedan's grip. A flash of panic rushed through but only worked to enliven her all ready stirring sense of ticklishness. The feather swished with a lazy grace along the tops of her toes, touching each one of them.
"Noooohaaahahaaa! That tickles!"
"Mm," said Feathers. "And that's the point, isn't it Keiko? It...tickles..."
Gedan giggled, a sound so sweet that none could hope to resist it, and then brushed the tip of the feather very carefully up and down Keiko's arches. Her arm, so carefully and gently locked about Keiko's ankles, held both feet in the perfect position for the feathers' wonderfully tender touch.
"NOOoeeehehehehahaa! Stop! Stop tickling my feet! Eeehehe!"
Feathers leant on his side, resting his oddly shaped head on a large three fingered hand. While undeniably not human, there was something very endearing and charming about the smile on his face as he watched Keiko giggle. Those red eyes, warm and alluring drifted from Keiko's face to the tickling at her feet and then back to her face.
"Now we both know you don't mean that," he said, chuckling.
"I do mean it!" Keiko tried her best to sound commanding but the giggles that trickled from between her lips ruined that hope. "Eeehehehehehhahahaa ahahahehahaha! AHahahahehahaahaha!"
"No you don't," said Gedan. "And that's all right, because that's why we're here."
"Yep, we're here for you."
The feather moved off of her arches and onto swifter and long strokes up and down the full length of the soles of Keiko's feet. It was a soft and awakening of her senses, leaving only a trace of feeling that drew giggles and laughter from her lips with a blush-wearing ease.
"Stahahahahahaaaaaapit!" Keiko said, wriggling and struggling as best she could but ultimately helpless. Ahahahaha haheheheoahahah ahahahaha!"
"Oh this is just the start sweetie," said Gedan, swishing the feather faster. "See this...tender and sweet bout of feet tickling is just a warm up to the real fun."
Keiko's eyes widened. "W-warm up?"
Gedan nodded and gave a thrilling giggle. The feather dropped from her hand, falling with a slow inevitability and then with a teasing wiggle of her now free fingers, Gedan put her long nails to exquisite use.
"Oh yes," said Gedan. "Just a warm up."
Sharp and solid, in comparison to the mindfully soft kiss of the feather, Gedan's immaculate nails stroked very slowly up and down the soles of Keiko's feet.**They shook the gentle ticklish apathy left by the feather from Keiko's senses and every sweet reaction was caught in Gedan's ever watchful fathomless green eyes.
"Tickle tickle, sweetie," Gedan teased.
At first the feather tickling had brought only a gentle trickle of laughter and giggles from Keiko. It had been a pleasant but unexpected rush of feeling. But now, the harsher yet undeniably exquisite feeling of Gedan's nails raking her soft soles, brought out a storm of chuckles and guffaws from poor helpless Keiko.
"Neeeheheheaaahahahahahaa!" she cried. "Aahahaheh hehehaha hahahahehea! Bwaahahahahaha ahahheheheoeeeooo yaahahahaaahaha!"
Again Keiko, legs shaking with laughter at the helplessness of Gedan's tickling, reached forward to try and pry her legs free from their confinement. But again she was denied. Feathers simply caught her wrist in one large hand and pulled them back behind her back so she lay slouched against wall.
"Let me gooo! Ahahahehehahah hahahaeehaha! AHahehehahooh hahahaha!"
"But we're just getting to the good stuff," said Feathers, chuckling warmly. "It's kind of a good thing you did that, because now I have a reason for pinning your arms back and I don't have to make one up."
Keiko tried her best to make sense of what Feathers was talking about but the light and frantic patterns that Gedan was tracing on her soles was making it impossible to think. Keiko bucked and wriggled, her shoulders and head against her wall thanks to Feathers holding her wrists.
"Geeheehahahaha!" Keiko cried with as much defiance as she could muster in the circumstance. "You won't break me with this! Eeehehehehehe! Ahahahahahaaaaa! I can taaaake this all day! ahahahaaaaa!"
"I'm sure you could," said Feathers with a grin. "Nothing sweeter than lying there while soft fingers and feathers tickle your toes. It can be quite the tender moment."
Gedan tittered. "And he would know," she said.
"Hush!"
Gedan's fingers swooped in circular patterns to sweep around Keiko's ankle bones and heels, light and fast and fleeting.
"Eeeehehehehahahaha! AHhahahahahaahhahahaaaaa!" Keiko kicked with her feet as best as she could but there was no escaping the devilish trails of Gedan's nails. "Naahahaahaa eeehehehooo! Ooohhhahahaaaahaha!"
Feathers leaned in closer and rolled up the bottom of Keiko's shirt so that her hips and belly showed. All of a sudden Keiko stiffened, as if her every nerve, even the ones being tickled, drew breath.
"Now," said Feathers, as it on the verge of some massive discovery, "the thing about being
ticklish, is that everyone - and I do mean everyone, has general tickle spots and favourite spots. General tickle spots are those place that will make you laugh and shake and roll and all that other stuff."
Gedan's fingers tickled between Keiko's toes as if to prove a point.
"Nooooohahahahahahahahaha...."
"But the favourite tickle spots," said Feathers, staring at Keiko's belly, "well now, they are the real treasures. They are the only places where you just cannot stand to be tickled and at the same time, they are the only place you want to be tickled.. They are a wonderful paradox. Do you know what I mean Keiko?"
Keiko watched with helpless and giggle strewn helplessness as Feathers lifted one of his hands and let it hover inches over her belly. Slowly, deliberately, she watched his fingers start to wriggle and tickle the air.**Her eyes widened and she sucked in her stomach as much as the wild tickling at her toes permitted.
"Nooohahahahaha! Please! Ahahahahaha! Y-you wouldn't!" she said.
"Oh I think he would, sweetie," said Gedan.
Gedan edged onto the bed proper to lie fully across Keiko's ankles. Even with her back to her, Gedan was stunning.**Her long tail swished as if it had a mind of its own while those unrelenting nails worked their tender torments.
"See, I happen to know your favourite spot Keiko," said Feathers, his voice little more than a studious whisper. "And I happen to know you've been hoping I would tickle you there from the moment Gedan put the feather to your toes."
Keiko gasped a breath long enough to shake her head and deny it. But it was a shallow and empty gesture. The idea of being pinned, as she was, then being tickled on her belly was enough to make Keiko giddy. It warmed her every nerve, her every cell. It was like every little bit of her was blushing at the thought of it.
"You don't have to admit it," he said. "I wouldn't make you do that."
Gedan paused her tickling and looked over her shoulder. "Unless you want to ask us to tickle you," she said and even suggesting it was maddeningly sweet. "You want to ask us, nicely, to tickle your belly?"
Keiko gulped and gasped for every breath. With her toes and soles no longer being tickled she found the strength to frown. It defied her every wish, dream and nightmare, that she should be in such a predicament - pinned down at the mercy of two very gentle and very expert ticklers. She shuddered.
It was like every day dream come true.
"Please," said Keiko, her voice timid but laced with an eager anticipation.
"Mm?" said Feathers, tilting his head innocently. "Something you want to ask?"
Keiko had never blushed so hard as she now. Heat was coming off of her in palpable waves but it was the sweetest kind of burn she'd ever experienced.**She took a moment, summoning the strength and will to ask what was on the very tip of her tongue.**Her breathing quickened.
"Please...w-will you..."
Feathers and Gedan moved as one, sidling up at each side, resting their heads in their hands on either side of Keiko's belly. They were both smiling expectantly and patiently at her, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before the sweetest of requests came falling from Keiko's well worried lips. Keiko's arms were free now but she found that they remain behind her head.
"Ask us," said Gedan, her voice soft. "It's all right, Keiko, just ask us."
"We want to do this for you," said Feathers, "and all you have to do is ask."
"Please," said Keiko after a few deep breaths, "will you tickle my belly....please?"
Gedan purred and Feathers nodded in triumph.
"This is going to blow you away," said Feathers.
"H-how long?" Keiko asked.
Gedan grinned. "Until you fall asleep," she said.
A rush of excitement sparked every inch of Keiko's body but she didn't have time to savour it, for following her sweet and acquiescent question, both Gedan and Feathers began their gift giving in earnest.
It started with the tips of their very fingers stroking and brushing their way over the upper part of Keiko's hips. Light and fleeting, as the first tickles should always be, Gedan on the right and Feathers on the left, they spider walked their hands delicately onto Keiko's belly.
At first Keiko just froze, rendered stiff with ticklish thrills flaring over her belly. She tensed and grabbed her mattress with both hands, eyes locked on the inevitable path of their hands. Tiny little sparks of feeling were igniting the skin of her stomach, sliding down into her core and tugging helplessly on the corners of her mouth.
"Ohhh shhii aaahaahaaaa!" she gasped and tensed, crossing her legs and feet but somehow resisting the urge to pull herself away. "Eeeeeeheehehehee...."
"Tickle tickle tickle," said Feathers, his tone almost musical. "Here come de ikkel tickles!"
Keiko felt a hand on each hip press and hold her, keeping her body in place for whatever ticklish assaults Gedan and Feathers could muster. She giggled and shivered with pleasant nervousness. If she'd had any chance of escaping this weird and ultimately wonderful fate, that moment had passed. She was at the mercy of these two ticklers.
Nails and strong, broad fingers started to tickle up and down the edges of Keiko's belly. Long and linear passes triggered trails of wild ticklish feeling, accompanied by bouts of laughter and edged giggling. Gedan and Feathers held her gently in place, all the while letting their ticklish touches undo Keiko.
Not that Keiko minded.
"Neehehahahahaha!" she cried, feeling the urge to crumble submissively before the ticklish treats being given to her. "Heheheheh ahahahaah ooohahhHhahaaaa!"
With two hands tickle stroking up and down her belly, Keiko was surprised that she even noticed the lone feather, brandished expertly by Gedan's tail. She twisted and turned, laughing with laughter that was warm with helplessness, trying to postpone the inevitable. She failed.**The feather like with the delicacy of a snow flake into the dip of her belly button and started to twirl, slowly, irresistibly downwards.
"Nooooahahahahahahhaahahaha!" she cried with a fierce twist, trying to shake free. "Naat that! Aaaahahahahahahah! EEeeheheooohahahah AHAaahahah! BWaaaha hahahehhehahaA!"
Feathers giggled, "Told you I knew your favourite spot," he said. "Kitchy koo koo!"
"I...caaaan't take it!" cried Keiko, barely able to catch her breath and with a part of her not wanting it**stop. "AaaaaaH AHAHAHhahaha!"
"But you will," Gedan cooed.
Gedan placed her lips lightly on Keiko's belly and with her tail still feather tickling, she puffed her cheeks and blew the first of many light raspberries.**Feathers, as was his want, followed her and soon a flurry o0f**raspberries were falling on Keiko.
"EEHEEeeeeeeeehhaaaaaahaahhahahahaaaaaaaaaH!Aahahahahahah!!!"
"Till you fall asleep," soothed Gedan between ticklish explosions of breath. "And not a minute less..."
Keiko, though wrapped in hysterics, knew that would not be any time soon. And with such tender ticklish treats being lavished upon her, she found for the first time in a long time, that the host of questions in her mind fell quiet.
And all she heard was her own indulgent laughter.
This is a commission I did for a Deviant Artist who wishes to remain nameless. Hope you enjoy
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Keiko sat, as she often did, staring out of her bedroom window with a thousand different questions bubbling away inside her head. This was nothing new for Keiko, who loved to ponder as much as the next person.
But this time there was only one question on her mind - one that was determined to remain unanswered.
Who sent that curious package?
Questions were a wonderful thing, she mused with an indulgent sigh. How dull life would be if you could not ask questions. Keiko was always full of questions - who, what, how and why; they barely seemed to give her a moment's respite, niggling and wriggling, demanding her constant attention. They gave her life such a wonderful spice and while she was sure her persistent voicing of said questions might cause others irritation, Keiko found there was nothing sweeter in life than pondering an unanswered question. Even if the question concerned gave her butterflies in her stomach.
Well, she thought with a grin, maybe there was one thing sweeter...
It was a warm, lazy autumn afternoon and the world beyond her window lay bathed in a warm wash of orange sunlight. It was one of those wonderful afternoons when everything felt safe and right; if the world were a cat, it would be purring, thought Keiko and giggled at the idea. Even the hustle bustle of daily life seemed to have been left behind, for the streets were quiet and peaceful. It was the perfect time to nap and snuggle up and let the world slumber.
And yet Keiko remained locked in her studious contemplation.
It was the parcel that held her so rapt. It had arrived this morning with a collection of meaningless spam and bills. It was addressed to her, specifically for her and it even included her bedroom as the specific location. It was rectangular shaped, twelve inches long, six inches wide and four inches in height. It was made from gleaming mahogany and smelt of fresh leaves in the rain. But having unwrapped it, it wasn't the smell that brought a blush to Keiko's cheeks. It was the scenes of tickling carved delicately on every surface.
Biting her lip against the blush and feeling a nervous tingle in her belly, Keiko rushed upstairs to her room to study it - and to enjoy the full hot rush of the blush touching her features.**At first she'd lay on the bed, tracing every wonderful line of the ticklish scenes with her fingers; the sides showed what looked to be a large hall filled with men and women sitting on couches and locked in stocks with oddly feline figures tickling their feet.**The faces of the men and women were drawn in perfect hysterics. The bottom of the object depicted armpits and hips being stroked. But it the lid of the box that had finished Keiko's blush and made her gulp.
"W-what's this?" she whispered to herself.
There was a woman carved on the front, beautiful and feline, smiling up at Keiko. She was lying with her hands behind her head, as if relaxing and waiting for something. Or someone. At the top of the surface, carved into the box, was a message written in stunning calligraphy:
"Hello Keiko, there is a present for you in this box. To open it, all you have to do...is tickle me..."
Again Keiko blushed and pushed the box away from her. Her mind raced; who could possibly have sent this to her? And why would they have sent to her? The box looked expensive, far too expensive for any of her friends to have bought without help and even if they had, why would they put such a message on it? Who of them knew about 'it' to have put such a message on it?
Keiko had gone to the window at that point and perched on the wooden sill, pondering who could have sent it.**Seconds passed and stretched into minutes, minutes stretched into tens of minutes and before she was aware of it, almost an hour had passed without an answer presenting itself. She looked back over to the box and felt a shiver of feeling, remembering the look on the feline's face and the message.
"All I have to do is tickle you..."
Butterflies fluttered inside her belly with a growing frenzy as she thought about doing just that - tickle the box to open it. But what would be inside? Money? Jewellery? It took only a couple more minutes of staring at the box with the 'T' word flickering in and out of her thoughts, before Keiko slid off of the sill and plucked the box off the bed. It felt light and warm in her hands and the smile on the feline's face seemed wider than before.
"This...is crazy...I can't believe I'm about to do this..."
Grinning she placed the box on her lap. A shiver of excitement touched her limbs as she stared down at the figure. She reached out and gently drew her fingertips along the figures on the sides, building the courage to do what the box asked her.**Taking a breath and holding it, she scraped her nails very lightly on the bare belly of the feline.
"Kitchy koo," Keiko said, giggling to herself.
The figure on the box shivered at her touch and a musical voice giggled at her touch. Keiko barely had time to react when the face of the figure changed to show an expression of laughter. Then the lid flipped open. For a moment nothing happened and Keiko's breath remained locked behind her lips.
Then suddenly there was a flash of light and a wash of static flickered over skin, making her shudder.
"What was that?"
"That was me," said a soft voice.
Keiko gave a shriek of surprise and staggered back off of the window sill and onto the bed. Standing in the doorway of her room was a beautiful woman covered from head to toe in soft looking terracotta fur. Her features, perfectly symmetrical, were like that of a cats but there something more to them. She had hair the colour of tulips in sunlight and lantern-like emerald eyes. A tail swished luxuriously behind her. She wore a black dress that clung wrap-like to her body.
"Hello, sweetie." The smile on the woman's face instantly put Keiko at ease. "I didn't scare you, did I?"
"Startled, more than scared."
"I'm sorry about that," she said and**stretched. "I didn't mean too; I just had to get out of the box - jeez, that was uncomfortable."
Keiko grinned. "You came from in the box?"
"Yes," she said and rubbed her tummy. "Your little tickles set me free...mm, I do so like being tickled, don't you sweetie?"
Keiko blushed a little. "Who are you?"
"My name is Gedan," she said. "And you must Keiko."
"How do you know?"
"Because I was posted here with very specific instructions," Gedan said and giggled. "You won't believe how many times I've done that and spooked the wrong person. Very embarrassing."
Keiko laughed, part nervous and part excitement. "Who posted you here?"
"My love sent me here," said Gedan. "Don't worry you'll be seeing him soon."
"Weren't you scared he might post you to the wrong place?"
"Oh, he's done that before," said Gedan. "The big blue eejit. Sent me to the wrong country once - got stuck in there for...well, no matter. I trust him, sweetie. And it's a good thing for him too because if I hadn't arrived in the right place, I'd have to have a sole searching chat with him." Gedan wiggled her fingers in a way that left no illusion of what she meant. "Poor little guy just melts when I tickle his feet; it really is the sweetest thing."
Again Keiko found herself blushing.
"As for why I am here," said Gedan and drew a white feather from a fold in her dress. "I think this little thing here may help explain better than any words could; maybe if I added two little words - kitchy...koo."
Keiko looked from the box to Gedan and the feather waving gently in her hand, then back to the box. For a moment her eyes widened and then suddenly, resisting a tremble, she dipped her head.
"Figured out why I'm here?" Gedan asked, giggling.
Keiko nodded but couldn't meet Gedan's gaze - it felt like every nerve in her body was flaring. She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, resting her head on them.
"Can you tell me?"
Keiko shook her head.
"So cute," said Gedan and sat down on the edge of the bed, a big smile on her face. "Can't even bring yourself to say it, mm? Want me to say it for you?"
Keiko bit her lip and nodded quickly, feeling a fire under skin turning her cheeks bright red. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she found herself barely able to think about what was about to happen.
"I'm here to tickle you sweetie," said Gedan. "Tickle...tickle...tickle."
Keiko giggled and shivered, finally able to meet Gedan's gaze. At that moment there was a sheepish knocking coming from the wardrobe.
Gedan sighed and shook her head. "Excuse me a moment," she said and moved to the wardrobe.
Keiko followed her with her eyes, wondering what was happening now. "W-who is it?"
Gedan chuckled. "You were supposed to appear next to me," she said, talking to whoever had knocked on the door.
"Slight miscalculation," said a kind but somewhat embarrassed voice. "Would you please open the door. This is embarrassing enough as it is."
Gedan chuckled. "Keiko, allow me to introduce my love and one of the finest ticklers in the whole of time and space. This is Feathers."
The door to her wardrobe opened and out stepped a tall looking figure with skin the colour of near-midnight. Large red eyes glowed softly, kindly, smoothing away the edges of his appearance which might ordinarily been scary. He stood sheepishly next to Gedan.
"Hello Keiko," he said, "sorry about that. Slight miscalculation with the...well...you know...anyway, I'm here now and that's the main thing." He grinned. "Did you like my little box? I carved it myself many years ago."
"It's...very detailed."
"Has to be," said Feathers, "if it's going to snag the imagination of tickle lovers like yourself."
Keiko did a double take at his words. "What?" she said and rose to her knees. "I never said I...how do you even know that...I mean, I don't...hey, you can't go around saying stuff like that!"
"Saying what?" said Gedan, leaning over and keeping her voice in a very delicate tease.
"Saying...tickle? But it's such a lovely word...tickle. Mm, I could say it forever.- tickle...tickle...tickle."
"Stoppit!"
"Aw, we're making her blush," said Feathers.
"She must really like to tickle, and be tickled," said Gedan.
"Shut up!"
"Are we**wrong, sweetie?" asked Gedan.
"Yes!"
"So," said Feathers, sitting down on the edge of the bed, "if I were to ask you to sit back while I have sweet Gedan here take off your socks and shoes so I could gently tickle you feet with her likkel feather, that wouldn't interest you?"
The butterflies which had been fluttering rampantly in her gut suddenly grew and rose up to fill every part of her body, including her throat.**A tingle flickered across her skin, like the tiny patter of feet, making her shiver and stealing the words from her throat.
Gedan giggled and sat next to Feathers. "I think she's a little undecided, aren't you sweetie?"
Keiko blushed and tried very hard not grin like the cheshire cat. A voice in her was screaming at her to deny him but the warm glow in her cheeks over ruled it.
"Sit back," said Feathers, smiling.
Incredibly, Keiko found herself moving without thinking about it. She edged back and straightened her legs. A grin crept across her face but she still found herself nibbling her lower lip. She clenched a pillow tight to her chest to stop herself clawing at the sheets and ruining what remained of her composure.
"Let's get these heavy, uncomfortable sock and shoes off," said Gedan.
Keiko legs jerked a little at the first feel of the laces of her sneakers being undone. Tsking, Gedan held Keiko's ankle as she delicately unfastened and slid the shoe off. Winking at Keiko, Gedan did the same with the other foot. Both shoes tumbled to the floor with a soft thud.
"Now for your socks," teased Gedan.
Feathers reached over and with Gedan holding Keiko's ankles gently, he tugged the socks from her feet one at a time.
"You're probably wondering why you're not running through that door," said Feathers. "I bet there is a little voice in the back of your head right screaming at you to run, just get up and run."
Gedan locked an arm about Keiko's ankles, a firm but gentle trapping, and swished the feather very delicately in the air, mere inches from the soles of her Keiko's feet. "But you won't run, will you sweetie?" she said with a devastating smile. "You'll stay with us. For us. Do you know why?"
Keiko shook her head and clenched her toes, feeling the very first touch the edges of the feather brush at the tips of her toes. It was shiver of feeling too brief and delicate to be fully translated by her nerves but enough to make a shudder run the length of her body.
"Mneeheeee noo, no I don't know!" she said.
"Would you like to know?"
Keiko tugged her legs back and found that there was absolutely no give in Gedan's grip. A flash of panic rushed through but only worked to enliven her all ready stirring sense of ticklishness. The feather swished with a lazy grace along the tops of her toes, touching each one of them.
"Noooohaaahahaaa! That tickles!"
"Mm," said Feathers. "And that's the point, isn't it Keiko? It...tickles..."
Gedan giggled, a sound so sweet that none could hope to resist it, and then brushed the tip of the feather very carefully up and down Keiko's arches. Her arm, so carefully and gently locked about Keiko's ankles, held both feet in the perfect position for the feathers' wonderfully tender touch.
"NOOoeeehehehehahaa! Stop! Stop tickling my feet! Eeehehe!"
Feathers leant on his side, resting his oddly shaped head on a large three fingered hand. While undeniably not human, there was something very endearing and charming about the smile on his face as he watched Keiko giggle. Those red eyes, warm and alluring drifted from Keiko's face to the tickling at her feet and then back to her face.
"Now we both know you don't mean that," he said, chuckling.
"I do mean it!" Keiko tried her best to sound commanding but the giggles that trickled from between her lips ruined that hope. "Eeehehehehehhahahaa ahahahehahaha! AHahahahehahaahaha!"
"No you don't," said Gedan. "And that's all right, because that's why we're here."
"Yep, we're here for you."
The feather moved off of her arches and onto swifter and long strokes up and down the full length of the soles of Keiko's feet. It was a soft and awakening of her senses, leaving only a trace of feeling that drew giggles and laughter from her lips with a blush-wearing ease.
"Stahahahahahaaaaaapit!" Keiko said, wriggling and struggling as best she could but ultimately helpless. Ahahahaha haheheheoahahah ahahahaha!"
"Oh this is just the start sweetie," said Gedan, swishing the feather faster. "See this...tender and sweet bout of feet tickling is just a warm up to the real fun."
Keiko's eyes widened. "W-warm up?"
Gedan nodded and gave a thrilling giggle. The feather dropped from her hand, falling with a slow inevitability and then with a teasing wiggle of her now free fingers, Gedan put her long nails to exquisite use.
"Oh yes," said Gedan. "Just a warm up."
Sharp and solid, in comparison to the mindfully soft kiss of the feather, Gedan's immaculate nails stroked very slowly up and down the soles of Keiko's feet.**They shook the gentle ticklish apathy left by the feather from Keiko's senses and every sweet reaction was caught in Gedan's ever watchful fathomless green eyes.
"Tickle tickle, sweetie," Gedan teased.
At first the feather tickling had brought only a gentle trickle of laughter and giggles from Keiko. It had been a pleasant but unexpected rush of feeling. But now, the harsher yet undeniably exquisite feeling of Gedan's nails raking her soft soles, brought out a storm of chuckles and guffaws from poor helpless Keiko.
"Neeeheheheaaahahahahahaa!" she cried. "Aahahaheh hehehaha hahahahehea! Bwaahahahahaha ahahheheheoeeeooo yaahahahaaahaha!"
Again Keiko, legs shaking with laughter at the helplessness of Gedan's tickling, reached forward to try and pry her legs free from their confinement. But again she was denied. Feathers simply caught her wrist in one large hand and pulled them back behind her back so she lay slouched against wall.
"Let me gooo! Ahahahehehahah hahahaeehaha! AHahehehahooh hahahaha!"
"But we're just getting to the good stuff," said Feathers, chuckling warmly. "It's kind of a good thing you did that, because now I have a reason for pinning your arms back and I don't have to make one up."
Keiko tried her best to make sense of what Feathers was talking about but the light and frantic patterns that Gedan was tracing on her soles was making it impossible to think. Keiko bucked and wriggled, her shoulders and head against her wall thanks to Feathers holding her wrists.
"Geeheehahahaha!" Keiko cried with as much defiance as she could muster in the circumstance. "You won't break me with this! Eeehehehehehe! Ahahahahahaaaaa! I can taaaake this all day! ahahahaaaaa!"
"I'm sure you could," said Feathers with a grin. "Nothing sweeter than lying there while soft fingers and feathers tickle your toes. It can be quite the tender moment."
Gedan tittered. "And he would know," she said.
"Hush!"
Gedan's fingers swooped in circular patterns to sweep around Keiko's ankle bones and heels, light and fast and fleeting.
"Eeeehehehehahahaha! AHhahahahahaahhahahaaaaa!" Keiko kicked with her feet as best as she could but there was no escaping the devilish trails of Gedan's nails. "Naahahaahaa eeehehehooo! Ooohhhahahaaaahaha!"
Feathers leaned in closer and rolled up the bottom of Keiko's shirt so that her hips and belly showed. All of a sudden Keiko stiffened, as if her every nerve, even the ones being tickled, drew breath.
"Now," said Feathers, as it on the verge of some massive discovery, "the thing about being
ticklish, is that everyone - and I do mean everyone, has general tickle spots and favourite spots. General tickle spots are those place that will make you laugh and shake and roll and all that other stuff."
Gedan's fingers tickled between Keiko's toes as if to prove a point.
"Nooooohahahahahahahahaha...."
"But the favourite tickle spots," said Feathers, staring at Keiko's belly, "well now, they are the real treasures. They are the only places where you just cannot stand to be tickled and at the same time, they are the only place you want to be tickled.. They are a wonderful paradox. Do you know what I mean Keiko?"
Keiko watched with helpless and giggle strewn helplessness as Feathers lifted one of his hands and let it hover inches over her belly. Slowly, deliberately, she watched his fingers start to wriggle and tickle the air.**Her eyes widened and she sucked in her stomach as much as the wild tickling at her toes permitted.
"Nooohahahahaha! Please! Ahahahahaha! Y-you wouldn't!" she said.
"Oh I think he would, sweetie," said Gedan.
Gedan edged onto the bed proper to lie fully across Keiko's ankles. Even with her back to her, Gedan was stunning.**Her long tail swished as if it had a mind of its own while those unrelenting nails worked their tender torments.
"See, I happen to know your favourite spot Keiko," said Feathers, his voice little more than a studious whisper. "And I happen to know you've been hoping I would tickle you there from the moment Gedan put the feather to your toes."
Keiko gasped a breath long enough to shake her head and deny it. But it was a shallow and empty gesture. The idea of being pinned, as she was, then being tickled on her belly was enough to make Keiko giddy. It warmed her every nerve, her every cell. It was like every little bit of her was blushing at the thought of it.
"You don't have to admit it," he said. "I wouldn't make you do that."
Gedan paused her tickling and looked over her shoulder. "Unless you want to ask us to tickle you," she said and even suggesting it was maddeningly sweet. "You want to ask us, nicely, to tickle your belly?"
Keiko gulped and gasped for every breath. With her toes and soles no longer being tickled she found the strength to frown. It defied her every wish, dream and nightmare, that she should be in such a predicament - pinned down at the mercy of two very gentle and very expert ticklers. She shuddered.
It was like every day dream come true.
"Please," said Keiko, her voice timid but laced with an eager anticipation.
"Mm?" said Feathers, tilting his head innocently. "Something you want to ask?"
Keiko had never blushed so hard as she now. Heat was coming off of her in palpable waves but it was the sweetest kind of burn she'd ever experienced.**She took a moment, summoning the strength and will to ask what was on the very tip of her tongue.**Her breathing quickened.
"Please...w-will you..."
Feathers and Gedan moved as one, sidling up at each side, resting their heads in their hands on either side of Keiko's belly. They were both smiling expectantly and patiently at her, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before the sweetest of requests came falling from Keiko's well worried lips. Keiko's arms were free now but she found that they remain behind her head.
"Ask us," said Gedan, her voice soft. "It's all right, Keiko, just ask us."
"We want to do this for you," said Feathers, "and all you have to do is ask."
"Please," said Keiko after a few deep breaths, "will you tickle my belly....please?"
Gedan purred and Feathers nodded in triumph.
"This is going to blow you away," said Feathers.
"H-how long?" Keiko asked.
Gedan grinned. "Until you fall asleep," she said.
A rush of excitement sparked every inch of Keiko's body but she didn't have time to savour it, for following her sweet and acquiescent question, both Gedan and Feathers began their gift giving in earnest.
It started with the tips of their very fingers stroking and brushing their way over the upper part of Keiko's hips. Light and fleeting, as the first tickles should always be, Gedan on the right and Feathers on the left, they spider walked their hands delicately onto Keiko's belly.
At first Keiko just froze, rendered stiff with ticklish thrills flaring over her belly. She tensed and grabbed her mattress with both hands, eyes locked on the inevitable path of their hands. Tiny little sparks of feeling were igniting the skin of her stomach, sliding down into her core and tugging helplessly on the corners of her mouth.
"Ohhh shhii aaahaahaaaa!" she gasped and tensed, crossing her legs and feet but somehow resisting the urge to pull herself away. "Eeeeeeheehehehee...."
"Tickle tickle tickle," said Feathers, his tone almost musical. "Here come de ikkel tickles!"
Keiko felt a hand on each hip press and hold her, keeping her body in place for whatever ticklish assaults Gedan and Feathers could muster. She giggled and shivered with pleasant nervousness. If she'd had any chance of escaping this weird and ultimately wonderful fate, that moment had passed. She was at the mercy of these two ticklers.
Nails and strong, broad fingers started to tickle up and down the edges of Keiko's belly. Long and linear passes triggered trails of wild ticklish feeling, accompanied by bouts of laughter and edged giggling. Gedan and Feathers held her gently in place, all the while letting their ticklish touches undo Keiko.
Not that Keiko minded.
"Neehehahahahaha!" she cried, feeling the urge to crumble submissively before the ticklish treats being given to her. "Heheheheh ahahahaah ooohahhHhahaaaa!"
With two hands tickle stroking up and down her belly, Keiko was surprised that she even noticed the lone feather, brandished expertly by Gedan's tail. She twisted and turned, laughing with laughter that was warm with helplessness, trying to postpone the inevitable. She failed.**The feather like with the delicacy of a snow flake into the dip of her belly button and started to twirl, slowly, irresistibly downwards.
"Nooooahahahahahahhaahahaha!" she cried with a fierce twist, trying to shake free. "Naat that! Aaaahahahahahahah! EEeeheheooohahahah AHAaahahah! BWaaaha hahahehhehahaA!"
Feathers giggled, "Told you I knew your favourite spot," he said. "Kitchy koo koo!"
"I...caaaan't take it!" cried Keiko, barely able to catch her breath and with a part of her not wanting it**stop. "AaaaaaH AHAHAHhahaha!"
"But you will," Gedan cooed.
Gedan placed her lips lightly on Keiko's belly and with her tail still feather tickling, she puffed her cheeks and blew the first of many light raspberries.**Feathers, as was his want, followed her and soon a flurry o0f**raspberries were falling on Keiko.
"EEHEEeeeeeeeehhaaaaaahaahhahahahaaaaaaaaaH!Aahahahahahah!!!"
"Till you fall asleep," soothed Gedan between ticklish explosions of breath. "And not a minute less..."
Keiko, though wrapped in hysterics, knew that would not be any time soon. And with such tender ticklish treats being lavished upon her, she found for the first time in a long time, that the host of questions in her mind fell quiet.
And all she heard was her own indulgent laughter.
