Yet_One_More_Idiot
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OK, here's the next part as promised, for those who like PPG fics. 🙂
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 3: Fun and games before bed - Blossom & Buttercup
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Meanwhile, downstairs...
"Buttercup, what have I told you before about being more careful, especially around easily breakable glass at the dinner table?"
Buttercup was working her jaw up and down so fast that it almost created a unexpected gust of wind, and yet still no sounds were coming out of her mouth. She just couldn't work out how she was getting the blame, even more so as their father had been too busy reading one of his scientific journals at the dinner table to pay attention to anything his daughters were doing.
"But dad, I didn't do it - Bubbles did!"
"Yeah dad, Bubbles did it, not Buttercup!" Blossom agreed, to Buttercup's even further amazement. Buttercup caught a brief glimpse of a look on Blossom's face saying This is equally my fault, and sent her redheaded "older" sibling a silent thank-you.
"What do you mean? What does Bubbles have to do with it?" asked the Professor, now totally confused at Blossom openly supporting Buttercup over Blossom. To the best of his knowledge, this was a unique occurrence.
And so Blossom explained everything that had happened at dinner to their father, leaving no detail out, and with Buttercup lending a hand whenever Blossom just ran out of words in mid-sentence. Finally, they finished their explanation, expecting Professor Utonium to get angry once again at both of them.
Instead, however, Professor Utonium simply said, whilst trying to keep a straight face, "So, you like to tickle Bubbles often?"
"Well, yeah - well I do anyway", said Buttercup, grinning once again. "She's just such an easy target, y'know?"
Blossom also began to brighten up once more, as she realised that they didn't seem to be in any real trouble "Does this mean you're not mad at us, then?"
"No of course not," said the Professor, calming down again and looking at Blossom and Buttercup with a look of deep fatherly affection. "It was just an accident after all, and it was all a bit of harmless fun." The girls relaxed completely at that statement. "Just try not to do it near any breakables in future, okay?"
"Okay Dad"
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"Phew, that was close. I thought dad was gonna flip for sure!" Buttercup muttered to Blossom as the two of them flew into the lounge. "What's on TV, Bloss?"
"I dunno; why don't you try finding out? That's what the TV guide is for, after all!" pointed out Blossom, poking Buttercup playfully. Then she realised something, and added, "and don't call me 'Bloss'!" giving Buttercup a quick tickle around the waist to punctuate the end of the sentence.
Naturally, since they were sisters, they had had the occasional brief moments of tickling between them over the years, and so Blossom knew that the waist was one of Buttercups 'weak' spots. Buttercup, who wasn't expecting such an unprovoked attacked, could do nothing to defend herself against it and simply doubled over, bursting into a series of loud belly laughs.
"Whate......HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....hey, quit ihihihihihittt BloHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STOHAHAHAHAP PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEASE.....?!?!?"
After only 30 seconds of this treatment, Buttercup had gone bright red in the face from being forced to laugh so hard, and collapsed back onto the couch, panting desperately for air and still hunched over in case of a repeat tickle-attack from her flame-haired sister, who was grinning at being able to so easily overpower the 'toughest fighter'.
What is more, Blossom said as much to Buttercup, and added for good measure, "just be glad that none of this city's supervillains know about your greatest weakness, Buttercup. You'd be the laughing stock of Townsville, literally, for ever."
"Yeah OK, I'll admit I'm ticklish, 'cos it's true", Buttercup grumbled, "and anyway, Bubbles is way more ticklish than I am". Blossom conceded to this point - on more than one occasion the two sisters had ganged up on Bubbles, pinned her down, and tickled her senseless all over just out of sheer boredom.
Then an energy-saving light-bulb came on slowly over Buttercup's head. "But everyone's ticklish, to some degree at least. At least I can admit it."
"What do you mean?" asked Blossom, innocently. "I'm not ticklish"
"Oh come off it Leader Girl" shot back Buttercup, the idea of watching television now long-forgotten as she prepared to issue her challenge to her sister in an attempt to whittle away at some of her famed overconfidence. "I know for a fact that you're just as ticklish as I am."
"Yeah?" Buttercup nodded her head vigorously. "Then prove it. Name one time when you tickled me". That stumped Buttercup - try as hard as she might, she couldn't think of a single instance, and not for lack of trying; Blossom had always been either the tickler, or an onlooker in such a situation - never the one getting the raw end of the deal. Buttercup reckoned that this was because of her naturally controlling nature, and being tickled by definition means losing control of yourself to someone else, ceding power to them; and that was something that Blossom seemed definitely not to like doing, past experience had taught Buttercup. Even when Blossom had fallen ill with chickenpox the previous summer, she had still been in the thick of the crime-fighting action, as she absolutely refused to let Buttercup take her leader position, even temporarily.
"...Okay, so I can't", said Buttercup, causing Blossom to smirk victoriously. "But that doesn't mean that you're not, does it?"
"Alright," said Blossom, getting an idea of her own, "I'll take up your challenge - on one condition; I get to tickle you before you get to tickle me. The one who can go longest before saying "Mercy" wins. Agree?"
An almost evil-looking smile grew on Buttercup's face as she shook hands on the deal with Blossom. "So how do we go about this then?" she asked. "D'ya want me - hang on a minute; why am I going first anyway? How can I trust that you'll stop when I say the word?"
"What? Don't you trust your own sister, dearest Buttercup?" Blossom asked with a fairly sickly-sweet expression. They made quick work of pushing the furniture back against the walls, so as to make a decent floor space in which to carry out their contest. Buttercup then lay on the floor, on her back, with her shoes discarded and her arms and legs stretched out in an X shape.
Blossom knelt down by Buttercup's now bare, and nervously fidgeting, feet, and glanced up at the clock, to see when the minute started.
"Shouldn't I be tied up if we're gonna do this properly?" asked Buttercup
"Nope. I'd've thought that'd be much more uncomfortable, and anyway, if you escape the tickling, that's as good as giving up. And I'm just gonna use the clock - three...two...one."
Blossom waited until the second hand reached its' zenith, and then the challenge began in earnest. She began to very gently stroke around Buttercup's toes on both feet, before wiggling her fingers very lightly on their fleshy undersides.
"Oh please, Bloss. If this is meant to be a proper contest, shouldn't you get straight down to business? You're wasting valuable seconds here, y'know."
"I know what I'm doing, thank you", said Blossom, concentrating on what she was doing to Buttercup's feet. She softly pitter-pattered her fingertips against the arches next for a few seconds, then moved to the heels for a few seconds, then onto the sole in random patterns, and then back to underneath the toes. Then she began all over again, but travelling around the parts of the foot in a different order, so that Buttercup couldn't know what to expect next.
"You see, if I start off slowly, then I can break your will that much quicker, as you'll wear yourself out more trying to resist laughing and squirming." "That won't work" said Buttercup, with absolute confidence in her powers of concentration. "It's all a case of mind over matter; and if I don't mind, then it don't matter." Blossom just shook her head at that corny line, and continued the caressing of Buttercup's feet at the same leisurely rate, paying close attention to see if they were reacting to her touch in any way, and to attempt to locate the most sensitive spots.
Just as she went to move back under the toes yet again, her hand slipped and her fingers instead stroked against the tops of Buttercup's toes. This was unfortunate for Buttercup, as even though she was trying to block out the screaming of her feet's nerve endings, her toes spontaneously twitched at the light touch. It was such a slight movement that Buttercup didn't even notice it...
....however, Blossom did. A dreamy grin made its' first appearance as she knew that she had found a true weakness. Sudden, unexpected tickle attacks are easy for getting the victim to laugh, but breaking them is quite another matter entirely, and part of this is achieved by overcoming their resistance, rather than bypassing it completely (which is what happens with unexpected tickling). She continued to pitter-patter gently all over Buttercup's feet, and even around her ankles on occasion, but kept returning to this spot, causing much self-restrained movement and Buttercup's breath to hitch in her throat.
After the third or fourth pass over this sensitive spot, Buttercup noticed that something had changed in Blossom's tactics down below, and begun to get the smallest bit worried about what this could mean. Of course, she wasn't going to let Blossom know that though.
"See, still nothing Bloss. O what a shame, 3 minutes gone already and you haven't even got me laughing yet, let alone begging for mercy. You are SO gonna lose this contest that it's not even funny. But I'm still gonna make you laugh anyway."
"Your jokes are so lame, BC. And if this really isn't getting to you, then neither will....this!"
With that, Blossom moved back up to the tops of Buttercup's toes and stroked the skin softly, but also continuously, moving across the toes and back again on both feet at once. Buttercup's toes shifted again, but because Blossom didn't move from her toes, the effect of the tickling started to build, and surprisingly quickly at that. Very soon, her toes were wiggling non-stop, and Blossom' grin grew wider as she let herself get lost in the tickling of her "little" sister's feet.
Buttercup could just about see Blossom's facial expression, and was stunned into sputtering out "You....you're getting off on doing this, aren't ya? Blossom?"
Blossom snapped back to reality, having heard Buttercup's question at some subconscious level. "Of course not; don't be so absurd!" But the heat growing in her cheeks betrayed the truth of the matter, and she wiggled her fingers faster over Buttercup's feet now to distract her from pursuing this line of thought any further, the slow weakening process over; it was time to get BC screaming and begging.
This caught Buttercup off-guard for a moment, but only for a moment, before she hardened her resolve and set her facial muscles firm so as not to give anything away. She couldn't, however, stop the constant movement of her toes and feet, which were now trying to move away from Blossom's fingers, but not far enough to actually get away from them, as she tried to hold them in place; she wasn't about to lose this contest to her tickle-freak of a sister, dammit, even if it did tickle like crazy. Her breathing was becoming heavier she was trying striving not to hyperventilate. She knew that once the dam broke and the laughter flowed free, there would be no stopping it.
Blossom wasn't about to give her a break though, as she moved up and began tickling Buttercup now behind her left knee, while her left hand still tickled around the toes of the right foot. This change of style came so out of the blue that Buttercup wasn't able to gather her defences against it, and a half-squeal, half-yelp escaped from her before she could reign it back in, along with a sudden jerking of her entire left leg, even as she tried to hold it against Blossom's tickling fingers. As Blossom smirked at her sister, knowing it was only a matter of time now before she cracked, Buttercup fought to recover her composure, at least on the surface. Inside her head was a different matter entirely, however.
Buttercup had always hated to be tickled - being ticklish was a physical weakness, and she had spent her whole life training to overcome and eradicate her physical weaknesses; but this one couldn't be overcome or removed, so she did her best at all times to avoid being the one being tickled. Hence, turning attention to Bubbles, who didn't seem to mind it too much.
On the other hand, if she conceded her time, then Blossom may win and she wasn't about to let Blossom win if there was anything that could be done about it. And as Blossom had never been tickled (to her knowledge, anyway), she couldn't necessarily trust that she'd be able to break Leader Girl quickly, so she needed to last for every second that she could. Every second increased her chances of winning.
While this battle was going on internally, her body had given in to the tickling almost entirely; everything from the waist down was now twitching madly, as if she was experiencing a seizure. She could feel the laughter welling up inside her chest, and she was pounding her fists uselessly against the carpeted floor. So weakened by the tickling was she, that she couldn't even find enough strength to make the floorboards wobble.
Blossom worked her fingers bit by bit in between Buttercup's toes, and found to her great joy that this area was even more ticklish still. Buttercup's chest was heaving violently as she tried hopelessly to suppress the laughter that would inevitably break free from her. Buttercup's lips were pressed tightly together - she wouldn't talk for fear of being unable to hold in the laughter whilst doing so. So Blossom took the opportunity to engage in a one-sided conversation with her sister, and tease her into breaking her own concentration.
"Coochie coochie coo, Buttercup. You like this don't you? 'Cos you're not trying to stop me, so that MUST mean that you like it a lot, right? How does this feel, ickle Butterball?"
Buttercup wanted to tell her exactly where she could go and what she could do when she got there, but didn't want to risk it. It was at exactly that moment that the pressure inside her finally reached breaking point, and the constant tickling sensations on her entire lower half became too much to handle anymore.
She grimaced, knowing what was coming, as inevitable as death or taxes.
Only a moment later, that grimace had transformed into a massive grin.
Then a small, muffled giggle slipped out from between her teeth.
It was followed by a loud staccato burst of gut-wrenching belly laughs that caused Buttercup's entire body to convulse and flip over, so that she was now lying on her front on the ground.
Seconds after, the laughter had settled down to fairly constant round of "heeheehee"'s, which left Blossom wondering how she was getting enough air to stay conscious. She was enjoying the fact that she had finally blown away all of Buttercup's mental tickling defences to such an extent that she didn't notice she had lightened the tickling and that Buttercup had regained enough presence of mind to stage an uprising.
Buttercup stretched her legs backs and managed to connect with Blossom's body - her feet ending up pressed into Blossom's stomach. The instant the feet connected with their target, still rapidly wriggling from Blossom's very effective tickling, Blossom doubled over, now too laughing forcefully in her higher-pitched voice, and jumped in the air a few inches from the startling retaliation. Her first thought was "well, Buttercup's given up finally, YAY!", and her second thought was "aaaargh, no fahahahahahair!" which she also voiced. She stepped up her own tickling - now unable to attack Buttercup's feet (they were buried deep in her lap) - she stretched forward to tickle Buttercup behind both knees, but instead lost her balance and fell to the side.
Both girls scrambled to their feet in an effort to be prepared for any sudden movements from the other; they stood at the same time, circling the centre of the room, looking for a weak spot on the other to exploit without exposing herself any more than absolutely necessary.
Blossom made the first move, striking out with both arms to tickle Buttercup up and down her ribcage; having already been weakened by the earlier tickling assault she'd had to endure, Buttercup's sensitivity was sure to have been heightened and as such she, Blossom, should have a clear advantage, she reasoned.
Wrong.
Blossom may have been smarter, but Buttercup knew her sister too well, and was ever so slightly stronger in hand-to-hand combat. She flew into the air, catching Blossom's wrists between her clenched together knees, spun herself through 180º so that she appeared to be hanging in the air by her feet, and plunged her hands into Blossom's waiting underarms.
Blossom squealed long and loudly before collapsing to her knees in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and couldn't concentrate enough to conceive of any sort of comeback against the toughest fighter.
"Eeeeeeeeeee!......heeheeheeheeee......hahahahahammmmmmmpppppph!"
Suddenly, she realised that something was wrong; she was still laughing, but sounds were no longer coming out as they had been before. Then it dawned on her the reason for this; one of Buttercup's still-bare feet had landed on her face and was pressed hard over her mouth and nose. Her first semi-coherent thought was "Eeew! Gross! Well, at least they've had time to air out a bit", and her second thought, which was of much more import to this narration, was "Aha!"
The reason for that "Aha!" was simple, as Blossom, lacking free movement of her arms and hands, was severely at a disadvantage to counter Buttercup's tickling of her extremely ticklish form. However now, her deliverance was within reach and, suppressing her own gag reflexes, she stuck out her tongue and...
"What the...? Ewww, gross sister!" Buttercup exclaimed with force, before the tongue on her foot moved from her sole to swirling around her toes, and even though she still thought it was gross, was unable to voice the opinion anymore as what she was about to say was supplanted by an irrepressible urge to laugh; so that's precisely what she did.
As Buttercup put most of her effort into not weakening herself with too much laughter, and also not gagging at the idea of Blossom licking her foot, she worked her other foot underneath Blossom's chin and forced her head back, so that the redheaded beauty couldn't lick/tickle her foot as easily. Then she started working her extremely dextrous toes (in another life, Buttercup could have been an Olympic gymnast) very delicately into Blossom's neck and behind her ears, further preventing her from very effectively licking Buttercup's foot in between chuckling, and finally stopping her outright as the chuckles increased.
This last bout of laughter from Blossom had caused her T-shirt to ride up away from her skirt, exposing her midriff right in front of Buttercup's face; and Buttercup, never being one to pass up a free opportunity, took it with both hands - or rather, with her lips, as both her hands were otherwise engaged in Blossom's underarms. For what she preceded to do was to blow a series of large raspberries on Blossom's unprotected belly, which made Blossom throw Buttercup off of her and curl into a foetal position, still gasping for breath.
"AAAAAAAaaaa! AHAHAHAHAHA......no no pleheeheeheehahahahaha.......oh GOOOOODDDDDDDD!"
Buttercup just smirked at the turn of events and looked up briefly at the clock - it had already been 20 minutes. "So," she said, grinning victoriously at Blossom's cowering form, "you gonna admit you're more ticklish than me now, or what?"
At first, Blossom looked like she was going to refuse the demand, at least until Buttercup made as if to remove her shoes, at which she crawled away, still giggling somewhat hysterically.
"Nooooo! Please, anything but that. OK, so I'll admit that I'm more ticklish than you, but Bubbles is still way more ticklish than both of us combined!"
That earnt her a genuine, not tickle-induced laugh from Buttercup.
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Over two hours later, at about 10:30pm, both Bubbles and Buttercup had just finished washing up and had gone to bed in their separate rooms. As the Professor came upstairs, having decided to have himself an early night, he noticed that the light was still on in Blossom's room, and he could hear the rapid clacking of fingers on a keyboard.
"Honey, are you going to go to sleep soon?"
"Sure dad, I'm just gonna finish up what I'm writing, and then I'll go to bed."
"That's good, dear." And the Professor went into his own room and went to bed, completely oblivious to his daughter's continued online activity. Blossom finished typing up her diary entry for the day in her electronic diary and then copied and pasted the pertinent sections of it into her post to be put online. Then she submitted the post to the "Tickling Media Forum" - post number 1239 according to "I_luv_de_PPG"'s profile, and after closing down the computer and turning out the lights, and setting her alarm to 4am, lay in bed planning her regular spot of midnight fun in the danger grid.
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A little later still, Buttercup was also lying awake in bed, listening for any stray sounds around the house that may indicate movement by her family. She decided to catch a few hours sleep first, before sneaking down to the danger grid and starting her nightly bit of tickling fun. She rolled over and dozed off.
Hairy Gregory Studios
in association with
Scotty Boyo-PPGTKL Productions
is proud to present
The Powerpuff Girls
in
Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 3: Fun and games before bed - Blossom & Buttercup
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Meanwhile, downstairs...
"Buttercup, what have I told you before about being more careful, especially around easily breakable glass at the dinner table?"
Buttercup was working her jaw up and down so fast that it almost created a unexpected gust of wind, and yet still no sounds were coming out of her mouth. She just couldn't work out how she was getting the blame, even more so as their father had been too busy reading one of his scientific journals at the dinner table to pay attention to anything his daughters were doing.
"But dad, I didn't do it - Bubbles did!"
"Yeah dad, Bubbles did it, not Buttercup!" Blossom agreed, to Buttercup's even further amazement. Buttercup caught a brief glimpse of a look on Blossom's face saying This is equally my fault, and sent her redheaded "older" sibling a silent thank-you.
"What do you mean? What does Bubbles have to do with it?" asked the Professor, now totally confused at Blossom openly supporting Buttercup over Blossom. To the best of his knowledge, this was a unique occurrence.
And so Blossom explained everything that had happened at dinner to their father, leaving no detail out, and with Buttercup lending a hand whenever Blossom just ran out of words in mid-sentence. Finally, they finished their explanation, expecting Professor Utonium to get angry once again at both of them.
Instead, however, Professor Utonium simply said, whilst trying to keep a straight face, "So, you like to tickle Bubbles often?"
"Well, yeah - well I do anyway", said Buttercup, grinning once again. "She's just such an easy target, y'know?"
Blossom also began to brighten up once more, as she realised that they didn't seem to be in any real trouble "Does this mean you're not mad at us, then?"
"No of course not," said the Professor, calming down again and looking at Blossom and Buttercup with a look of deep fatherly affection. "It was just an accident after all, and it was all a bit of harmless fun." The girls relaxed completely at that statement. "Just try not to do it near any breakables in future, okay?"
"Okay Dad"
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"Phew, that was close. I thought dad was gonna flip for sure!" Buttercup muttered to Blossom as the two of them flew into the lounge. "What's on TV, Bloss?"
"I dunno; why don't you try finding out? That's what the TV guide is for, after all!" pointed out Blossom, poking Buttercup playfully. Then she realised something, and added, "and don't call me 'Bloss'!" giving Buttercup a quick tickle around the waist to punctuate the end of the sentence.
Naturally, since they were sisters, they had had the occasional brief moments of tickling between them over the years, and so Blossom knew that the waist was one of Buttercups 'weak' spots. Buttercup, who wasn't expecting such an unprovoked attacked, could do nothing to defend herself against it and simply doubled over, bursting into a series of loud belly laughs.
"Whate......HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....hey, quit ihihihihihittt BloHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! STOHAHAHAHAP PLEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEASE.....?!?!?"
After only 30 seconds of this treatment, Buttercup had gone bright red in the face from being forced to laugh so hard, and collapsed back onto the couch, panting desperately for air and still hunched over in case of a repeat tickle-attack from her flame-haired sister, who was grinning at being able to so easily overpower the 'toughest fighter'.
What is more, Blossom said as much to Buttercup, and added for good measure, "just be glad that none of this city's supervillains know about your greatest weakness, Buttercup. You'd be the laughing stock of Townsville, literally, for ever."
"Yeah OK, I'll admit I'm ticklish, 'cos it's true", Buttercup grumbled, "and anyway, Bubbles is way more ticklish than I am". Blossom conceded to this point - on more than one occasion the two sisters had ganged up on Bubbles, pinned her down, and tickled her senseless all over just out of sheer boredom.
Then an energy-saving light-bulb came on slowly over Buttercup's head. "But everyone's ticklish, to some degree at least. At least I can admit it."
"What do you mean?" asked Blossom, innocently. "I'm not ticklish"
"Oh come off it Leader Girl" shot back Buttercup, the idea of watching television now long-forgotten as she prepared to issue her challenge to her sister in an attempt to whittle away at some of her famed overconfidence. "I know for a fact that you're just as ticklish as I am."
"Yeah?" Buttercup nodded her head vigorously. "Then prove it. Name one time when you tickled me". That stumped Buttercup - try as hard as she might, she couldn't think of a single instance, and not for lack of trying; Blossom had always been either the tickler, or an onlooker in such a situation - never the one getting the raw end of the deal. Buttercup reckoned that this was because of her naturally controlling nature, and being tickled by definition means losing control of yourself to someone else, ceding power to them; and that was something that Blossom seemed definitely not to like doing, past experience had taught Buttercup. Even when Blossom had fallen ill with chickenpox the previous summer, she had still been in the thick of the crime-fighting action, as she absolutely refused to let Buttercup take her leader position, even temporarily.
"...Okay, so I can't", said Buttercup, causing Blossom to smirk victoriously. "But that doesn't mean that you're not, does it?"
"Alright," said Blossom, getting an idea of her own, "I'll take up your challenge - on one condition; I get to tickle you before you get to tickle me. The one who can go longest before saying "Mercy" wins. Agree?"
An almost evil-looking smile grew on Buttercup's face as she shook hands on the deal with Blossom. "So how do we go about this then?" she asked. "D'ya want me - hang on a minute; why am I going first anyway? How can I trust that you'll stop when I say the word?"
"What? Don't you trust your own sister, dearest Buttercup?" Blossom asked with a fairly sickly-sweet expression. They made quick work of pushing the furniture back against the walls, so as to make a decent floor space in which to carry out their contest. Buttercup then lay on the floor, on her back, with her shoes discarded and her arms and legs stretched out in an X shape.
Blossom knelt down by Buttercup's now bare, and nervously fidgeting, feet, and glanced up at the clock, to see when the minute started.
"Shouldn't I be tied up if we're gonna do this properly?" asked Buttercup
"Nope. I'd've thought that'd be much more uncomfortable, and anyway, if you escape the tickling, that's as good as giving up. And I'm just gonna use the clock - three...two...one."
Blossom waited until the second hand reached its' zenith, and then the challenge began in earnest. She began to very gently stroke around Buttercup's toes on both feet, before wiggling her fingers very lightly on their fleshy undersides.
"Oh please, Bloss. If this is meant to be a proper contest, shouldn't you get straight down to business? You're wasting valuable seconds here, y'know."
"I know what I'm doing, thank you", said Blossom, concentrating on what she was doing to Buttercup's feet. She softly pitter-pattered her fingertips against the arches next for a few seconds, then moved to the heels for a few seconds, then onto the sole in random patterns, and then back to underneath the toes. Then she began all over again, but travelling around the parts of the foot in a different order, so that Buttercup couldn't know what to expect next.
"You see, if I start off slowly, then I can break your will that much quicker, as you'll wear yourself out more trying to resist laughing and squirming." "That won't work" said Buttercup, with absolute confidence in her powers of concentration. "It's all a case of mind over matter; and if I don't mind, then it don't matter." Blossom just shook her head at that corny line, and continued the caressing of Buttercup's feet at the same leisurely rate, paying close attention to see if they were reacting to her touch in any way, and to attempt to locate the most sensitive spots.
Just as she went to move back under the toes yet again, her hand slipped and her fingers instead stroked against the tops of Buttercup's toes. This was unfortunate for Buttercup, as even though she was trying to block out the screaming of her feet's nerve endings, her toes spontaneously twitched at the light touch. It was such a slight movement that Buttercup didn't even notice it...
....however, Blossom did. A dreamy grin made its' first appearance as she knew that she had found a true weakness. Sudden, unexpected tickle attacks are easy for getting the victim to laugh, but breaking them is quite another matter entirely, and part of this is achieved by overcoming their resistance, rather than bypassing it completely (which is what happens with unexpected tickling). She continued to pitter-patter gently all over Buttercup's feet, and even around her ankles on occasion, but kept returning to this spot, causing much self-restrained movement and Buttercup's breath to hitch in her throat.
After the third or fourth pass over this sensitive spot, Buttercup noticed that something had changed in Blossom's tactics down below, and begun to get the smallest bit worried about what this could mean. Of course, she wasn't going to let Blossom know that though.
"See, still nothing Bloss. O what a shame, 3 minutes gone already and you haven't even got me laughing yet, let alone begging for mercy. You are SO gonna lose this contest that it's not even funny. But I'm still gonna make you laugh anyway."
"Your jokes are so lame, BC. And if this really isn't getting to you, then neither will....this!"
With that, Blossom moved back up to the tops of Buttercup's toes and stroked the skin softly, but also continuously, moving across the toes and back again on both feet at once. Buttercup's toes shifted again, but because Blossom didn't move from her toes, the effect of the tickling started to build, and surprisingly quickly at that. Very soon, her toes were wiggling non-stop, and Blossom' grin grew wider as she let herself get lost in the tickling of her "little" sister's feet.
Buttercup could just about see Blossom's facial expression, and was stunned into sputtering out "You....you're getting off on doing this, aren't ya? Blossom?"
Blossom snapped back to reality, having heard Buttercup's question at some subconscious level. "Of course not; don't be so absurd!" But the heat growing in her cheeks betrayed the truth of the matter, and she wiggled her fingers faster over Buttercup's feet now to distract her from pursuing this line of thought any further, the slow weakening process over; it was time to get BC screaming and begging.
This caught Buttercup off-guard for a moment, but only for a moment, before she hardened her resolve and set her facial muscles firm so as not to give anything away. She couldn't, however, stop the constant movement of her toes and feet, which were now trying to move away from Blossom's fingers, but not far enough to actually get away from them, as she tried to hold them in place; she wasn't about to lose this contest to her tickle-freak of a sister, dammit, even if it did tickle like crazy. Her breathing was becoming heavier she was trying striving not to hyperventilate. She knew that once the dam broke and the laughter flowed free, there would be no stopping it.
Blossom wasn't about to give her a break though, as she moved up and began tickling Buttercup now behind her left knee, while her left hand still tickled around the toes of the right foot. This change of style came so out of the blue that Buttercup wasn't able to gather her defences against it, and a half-squeal, half-yelp escaped from her before she could reign it back in, along with a sudden jerking of her entire left leg, even as she tried to hold it against Blossom's tickling fingers. As Blossom smirked at her sister, knowing it was only a matter of time now before she cracked, Buttercup fought to recover her composure, at least on the surface. Inside her head was a different matter entirely, however.
Buttercup had always hated to be tickled - being ticklish was a physical weakness, and she had spent her whole life training to overcome and eradicate her physical weaknesses; but this one couldn't be overcome or removed, so she did her best at all times to avoid being the one being tickled. Hence, turning attention to Bubbles, who didn't seem to mind it too much.
On the other hand, if she conceded her time, then Blossom may win and she wasn't about to let Blossom win if there was anything that could be done about it. And as Blossom had never been tickled (to her knowledge, anyway), she couldn't necessarily trust that she'd be able to break Leader Girl quickly, so she needed to last for every second that she could. Every second increased her chances of winning.
While this battle was going on internally, her body had given in to the tickling almost entirely; everything from the waist down was now twitching madly, as if she was experiencing a seizure. She could feel the laughter welling up inside her chest, and she was pounding her fists uselessly against the carpeted floor. So weakened by the tickling was she, that she couldn't even find enough strength to make the floorboards wobble.
Blossom worked her fingers bit by bit in between Buttercup's toes, and found to her great joy that this area was even more ticklish still. Buttercup's chest was heaving violently as she tried hopelessly to suppress the laughter that would inevitably break free from her. Buttercup's lips were pressed tightly together - she wouldn't talk for fear of being unable to hold in the laughter whilst doing so. So Blossom took the opportunity to engage in a one-sided conversation with her sister, and tease her into breaking her own concentration.
"Coochie coochie coo, Buttercup. You like this don't you? 'Cos you're not trying to stop me, so that MUST mean that you like it a lot, right? How does this feel, ickle Butterball?"
Buttercup wanted to tell her exactly where she could go and what she could do when she got there, but didn't want to risk it. It was at exactly that moment that the pressure inside her finally reached breaking point, and the constant tickling sensations on her entire lower half became too much to handle anymore.
She grimaced, knowing what was coming, as inevitable as death or taxes.
Only a moment later, that grimace had transformed into a massive grin.
Then a small, muffled giggle slipped out from between her teeth.
It was followed by a loud staccato burst of gut-wrenching belly laughs that caused Buttercup's entire body to convulse and flip over, so that she was now lying on her front on the ground.
Seconds after, the laughter had settled down to fairly constant round of "heeheehee"'s, which left Blossom wondering how she was getting enough air to stay conscious. She was enjoying the fact that she had finally blown away all of Buttercup's mental tickling defences to such an extent that she didn't notice she had lightened the tickling and that Buttercup had regained enough presence of mind to stage an uprising.
Buttercup stretched her legs backs and managed to connect with Blossom's body - her feet ending up pressed into Blossom's stomach. The instant the feet connected with their target, still rapidly wriggling from Blossom's very effective tickling, Blossom doubled over, now too laughing forcefully in her higher-pitched voice, and jumped in the air a few inches from the startling retaliation. Her first thought was "well, Buttercup's given up finally, YAY!", and her second thought was "aaaargh, no fahahahahahair!" which she also voiced. She stepped up her own tickling - now unable to attack Buttercup's feet (they were buried deep in her lap) - she stretched forward to tickle Buttercup behind both knees, but instead lost her balance and fell to the side.
Both girls scrambled to their feet in an effort to be prepared for any sudden movements from the other; they stood at the same time, circling the centre of the room, looking for a weak spot on the other to exploit without exposing herself any more than absolutely necessary.
Blossom made the first move, striking out with both arms to tickle Buttercup up and down her ribcage; having already been weakened by the earlier tickling assault she'd had to endure, Buttercup's sensitivity was sure to have been heightened and as such she, Blossom, should have a clear advantage, she reasoned.
Wrong.
Blossom may have been smarter, but Buttercup knew her sister too well, and was ever so slightly stronger in hand-to-hand combat. She flew into the air, catching Blossom's wrists between her clenched together knees, spun herself through 180º so that she appeared to be hanging in the air by her feet, and plunged her hands into Blossom's waiting underarms.
Blossom squealed long and loudly before collapsing to her knees in a fit of uncontrollable giggles, and couldn't concentrate enough to conceive of any sort of comeback against the toughest fighter.
"Eeeeeeeeeee!......heeheeheeheeee......hahahahahammmmmmmpppppph!"
Suddenly, she realised that something was wrong; she was still laughing, but sounds were no longer coming out as they had been before. Then it dawned on her the reason for this; one of Buttercup's still-bare feet had landed on her face and was pressed hard over her mouth and nose. Her first semi-coherent thought was "Eeew! Gross! Well, at least they've had time to air out a bit", and her second thought, which was of much more import to this narration, was "Aha!"
The reason for that "Aha!" was simple, as Blossom, lacking free movement of her arms and hands, was severely at a disadvantage to counter Buttercup's tickling of her extremely ticklish form. However now, her deliverance was within reach and, suppressing her own gag reflexes, she stuck out her tongue and...
"What the...? Ewww, gross sister!" Buttercup exclaimed with force, before the tongue on her foot moved from her sole to swirling around her toes, and even though she still thought it was gross, was unable to voice the opinion anymore as what she was about to say was supplanted by an irrepressible urge to laugh; so that's precisely what she did.
As Buttercup put most of her effort into not weakening herself with too much laughter, and also not gagging at the idea of Blossom licking her foot, she worked her other foot underneath Blossom's chin and forced her head back, so that the redheaded beauty couldn't lick/tickle her foot as easily. Then she started working her extremely dextrous toes (in another life, Buttercup could have been an Olympic gymnast) very delicately into Blossom's neck and behind her ears, further preventing her from very effectively licking Buttercup's foot in between chuckling, and finally stopping her outright as the chuckles increased.
This last bout of laughter from Blossom had caused her T-shirt to ride up away from her skirt, exposing her midriff right in front of Buttercup's face; and Buttercup, never being one to pass up a free opportunity, took it with both hands - or rather, with her lips, as both her hands were otherwise engaged in Blossom's underarms. For what she preceded to do was to blow a series of large raspberries on Blossom's unprotected belly, which made Blossom throw Buttercup off of her and curl into a foetal position, still gasping for breath.
"AAAAAAAaaaa! AHAHAHAHAHA......no no pleheeheeheehahahahaha.......oh GOOOOODDDDDDDD!"
Buttercup just smirked at the turn of events and looked up briefly at the clock - it had already been 20 minutes. "So," she said, grinning victoriously at Blossom's cowering form, "you gonna admit you're more ticklish than me now, or what?"
At first, Blossom looked like she was going to refuse the demand, at least until Buttercup made as if to remove her shoes, at which she crawled away, still giggling somewhat hysterically.
"Nooooo! Please, anything but that. OK, so I'll admit that I'm more ticklish than you, but Bubbles is still way more ticklish than both of us combined!"
That earnt her a genuine, not tickle-induced laugh from Buttercup.
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Over two hours later, at about 10:30pm, both Bubbles and Buttercup had just finished washing up and had gone to bed in their separate rooms. As the Professor came upstairs, having decided to have himself an early night, he noticed that the light was still on in Blossom's room, and he could hear the rapid clacking of fingers on a keyboard.
"Honey, are you going to go to sleep soon?"
"Sure dad, I'm just gonna finish up what I'm writing, and then I'll go to bed."
"That's good, dear." And the Professor went into his own room and went to bed, completely oblivious to his daughter's continued online activity. Blossom finished typing up her diary entry for the day in her electronic diary and then copied and pasted the pertinent sections of it into her post to be put online. Then she submitted the post to the "Tickling Media Forum" - post number 1239 according to "I_luv_de_PPG"'s profile, and after closing down the computer and turning out the lights, and setting her alarm to 4am, lay in bed planning her regular spot of midnight fun in the danger grid.
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A little later still, Buttercup was also lying awake in bed, listening for any stray sounds around the house that may indicate movement by her family. She decided to catch a few hours sleep first, before sneaking down to the danger grid and starting her nightly bit of tickling fun. She rolled over and dozed off.
