Falconwing
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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sailor Moon, I do however own Travis because I created him.
This is part of an interactive story I created last summer.
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One beautiful day Usagi decided to take a walk. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a yellow shin-length skirt, and a pair of white flip-flops. As Usagi walking by herself suddenly, a cloud of smoke appeared and she fell asleep. When Usagi woke she found she was in some sort of basement sitting upright on a table against the wall, with her arms tied above her head. She was still fully clothed. As she struggled in her bonds to no avail. She noticed a young man in the corner of the room, he had short dark hair, and was wearing a t-shrit, and jeans with sneakers.
"Hi there." The man said. "It's nice to finally meet you. My name is Travis."
"Wha... What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me!" The odango-haired blonde cutie pleaded. "Just let me go please.?"
"I'm sorry sweatie." Travis began. "I can't do that just yet, but don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. I just have some questions."
"Like what?" Usagi asked with worry.
"Well first thing I need to know is what's you're relationship to the vigilante Sailor Moon?" Travis asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all." Usagi said in a loud unconvincing voice.
Travis sighed. "Ok lets cut the crap here. We know you're Sailor Moon, and we know who the other Sailors are as well."
Usagi was worried at this point. "Wh... Who's we?" Usagi inquired.
"Hey I'm the one asking the questions here!" Travis snapped "If you want answers you damn well better give me some first."
"Okay okay!... Let's say I was Sailor Moon." Usagi prodded "What would you want to know from me?"
"Fine we'd want you do get all your Sailor friends together, and join with our little organization." Travis explianed.
"No way! I can't do that!" Usagi shouted.
"I was hoping you'd be reluctant." Said Travis. "Now we can truly have fun, for you see I have ways of making you talk."
"Wha... What are you going to do to me?" Usagi asked, fear evident in her voice.
"What I want all depends on one factor." Travis said. "Now I want you to be honest with me. You would'nt happen to be ticklish would you?"
Usagi froze with fear. She knew she was insanly ticklish. She had heard stories of these tickle fetishists who hunted down young women like her and tickled them without mercy.
"No... No I'm not the slightest bit ticklish at all." Usagi lied through her teeth hoping he would'nt notice.
"Really. Oh then you won't mind if I do this." Travis said as he quickly snuck his index finger in between the sole of Usagi's left foot, and the flip-flop on it.
"EEEEEEHHHHHeehhehhehehehheheheheehheehe dohohoohohohohon't." Usagi whined.
"Oh looks like sombody here's a little liar. I think I need to punish you now." Travis said with a smirk.
Please I'm begging you don't tickle me It's unbearable." At this point tears of fearfull anticipation were starting to cascade down Usagi's face.
Travis sighed again. Nothing took the fun out of this more then a crying female. He walked over to a corner of the room and pulled out a gas canister conected to a facemask. "Now now no need to cry there kiddo." Travis said as he came back with the device. "Ole Doc. Trav's got just the thing to cheer you up."
With that Travis shoved the mask over Usagi's mouth, and nose, and cranked up the nozzle. Usagi tried to hold her breath, but Travis then began tickling her tummy sending her into a fit of giggles causing her to suck in a decent amount of gas. After a couple of minutes Usagi began to feel giggly and happy.
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Would anyone here care to continue/finish this story? Because I'd like to see where the rest of you would take this.
This is part of an interactive story I created last summer.
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One beautiful day Usagi decided to take a walk. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a yellow shin-length skirt, and a pair of white flip-flops. As Usagi walking by herself suddenly, a cloud of smoke appeared and she fell asleep. When Usagi woke she found she was in some sort of basement sitting upright on a table against the wall, with her arms tied above her head. She was still fully clothed. As she struggled in her bonds to no avail. She noticed a young man in the corner of the room, he had short dark hair, and was wearing a t-shrit, and jeans with sneakers.
"Hi there." The man said. "It's nice to finally meet you. My name is Travis."
"Wha... What are you going to do to me? Please don't hurt me!" The odango-haired blonde cutie pleaded. "Just let me go please.?"
"I'm sorry sweatie." Travis began. "I can't do that just yet, but don't worry I'm not going to hurt you. I just have some questions."
"Like what?" Usagi asked with worry.
"Well first thing I need to know is what's you're relationship to the vigilante Sailor Moon?" Travis asked.
"Nothing! Nothing at all." Usagi said in a loud unconvincing voice.
Travis sighed. "Ok lets cut the crap here. We know you're Sailor Moon, and we know who the other Sailors are as well."
Usagi was worried at this point. "Wh... Who's we?" Usagi inquired.
"Hey I'm the one asking the questions here!" Travis snapped "If you want answers you damn well better give me some first."
"Okay okay!... Let's say I was Sailor Moon." Usagi prodded "What would you want to know from me?"
"Fine we'd want you do get all your Sailor friends together, and join with our little organization." Travis explianed.
"No way! I can't do that!" Usagi shouted.
"I was hoping you'd be reluctant." Said Travis. "Now we can truly have fun, for you see I have ways of making you talk."
"Wha... What are you going to do to me?" Usagi asked, fear evident in her voice.
"What I want all depends on one factor." Travis said. "Now I want you to be honest with me. You would'nt happen to be ticklish would you?"
Usagi froze with fear. She knew she was insanly ticklish. She had heard stories of these tickle fetishists who hunted down young women like her and tickled them without mercy.
"No... No I'm not the slightest bit ticklish at all." Usagi lied through her teeth hoping he would'nt notice.
"Really. Oh then you won't mind if I do this." Travis said as he quickly snuck his index finger in between the sole of Usagi's left foot, and the flip-flop on it.
"EEEEEEHHHHHeehhehhehehehheheheheehheehe dohohoohohohohon't." Usagi whined.
"Oh looks like sombody here's a little liar. I think I need to punish you now." Travis said with a smirk.
Please I'm begging you don't tickle me It's unbearable." At this point tears of fearfull anticipation were starting to cascade down Usagi's face.
Travis sighed again. Nothing took the fun out of this more then a crying female. He walked over to a corner of the room and pulled out a gas canister conected to a facemask. "Now now no need to cry there kiddo." Travis said as he came back with the device. "Ole Doc. Trav's got just the thing to cheer you up."
With that Travis shoved the mask over Usagi's mouth, and nose, and cranked up the nozzle. Usagi tried to hold her breath, but Travis then began tickling her tummy sending her into a fit of giggles causing her to suck in a decent amount of gas. After a couple of minutes Usagi began to feel giggly and happy.
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Would anyone here care to continue/finish this story? Because I'd like to see where the rest of you would take this.
