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Storypalooza /07: Twilight Princess
“So we’ve decided we will let ye set up shop 'n our territory” said the fish like Zora.
“That’s great news” replied Hena. She had been hopin' t' take o'er the fishin' hole fer a while, joinin' her sister 'n havin' a business her.
“However, due t' traditin', any non-Zora females must go through a test 'ere hand” (I know this be random an' seems against canon, but bare with me). Hena nodded. Her sister had informed her o' the test, but had always changed the subject when the lass pressed fer specifics. Nonetheless, the lass followed the Zora t' the testin' area.
Half an hour later, the lass was havin' second thoughts. She was standin' barefoot on a platform o'er the river, holdin' onto a metal bar goin' across it. Tied 'round her wrists an' the bar, with an excess length, was some seaweed. Furthermore, a very strange pole was stickin' out o' the water, an' was tied t' her feet via some cords. Naturally, the lass asked what it was.
“It’s a special mechanical device that be very interestingly designed. When nit lower, it can’t be pulled back up, but be also partially held up by air pockets, so it has nay downward pull. Quite simply, when the platform be removed, ye’ll be holdin' yourself up. When ye fall, ye won’t be able t' pull yer feet out o' the water, just flail them a bit. Also, I should mentin' that the fish 'n the water be specially bred skullfish.”
Hena froze upon hearin' this. She knew skullfish were voracious feeders, an' carnivorous. “So wait, if I fall 'n, I won’t be able t' pull me feet up away from them?”
“Aye. Also, I should point out that the liquid secreted by the seaweed bindin' ye increases nerve impulses. I’ll return 'n one hour, or upon hearin' ye fall” With that the lass pulled the platform back so it was just behind her, causin' Hena t' fall just enough the lass couldn’t’ put her feet back on it due t' the weight. She instantly was paralyzed by fear o' what would happen t' her if the lass couldn’t hold on an hour. This fear was interrupted by a tinglin' down her side as some liquid dripped out o' the seaweed an' down her armpit. It didn’t take her long t' realize increased sensitivity made it tickle, an' the lass was soon gigglin' as more drops slid down her pits an' sides, ticklin' her, an', t' her horror, makin' it harder t' grip the bar. The drops soon reached her feet, ticklin' her sensitive arches as the slid o'er them. Then, finally, one slid 'tween her toes, makin' her give a burst o' laughter an' let go.
As the lass fell down t' her shins 'n the water, the lass discovered several things. First off, the lass really couldn’t pull her feet up. Second, the specially bred fish had nay teeth. Third, they were still ravenous feeders. Fourth, their toothless mouths tickled like hell. Within a few seconds the lass was screamin' with laughter as the fish nibbled her poor, ultra-ticklish toes. A few tried t' nibble her soles as well, but were on able t' get at them with their mouths, though this mattered little as her ultra-ticklin' toes were subjected t' their merciless mouths. She was able t' flail her feet, providin' some relief as the lass kept shakin' the fish lose. The bright side was that her fall had caused the seaweed t' pull tight, an' the liquid pourin' down her sides was t' much t' tickle. She was too busy bein' tickled, however, t' notice the Zora creep up behind her on the platform until her dug her slim fingers into her pits, were the lass discovered the mass amount o' liquid mightily upped their sensitivity t' ticklin'.
“Well well, ye only lasted 15 minutes. You sisters made it a whole 30, but the lass didn’t seem as ticklish as ye, which makes me job more fun” teased the Zora as her nimble fingers explored Hena’s pits. She soon was spiderin' them up an' down, her sides, but what really sent Hena o'er the edge was when the lass slipped a finger into her bellybutton, makin' her shriek with laughter. Between that an' the fish at her toes the lass was goin' mad. Then the Zora walked o'er t' the side o' the water, where a medium sized snake had been swimmin'. It was pitch black except fer its bright white tail.
“The Zora River be home t' many fascinatin' creatures, such as this water snake. They can hold their breath fer up t' 5 hours, an' be remarkably strong. They’re also somewhat intelligent, can distinguish 'tween genders, an' did I mentin', love t' bind an' tickle females o' any species?” As if t' accent this point, the water snake, who had been lazily wrappin' its tail 'round her arms, suddenly tightened its grip an' began t' wiggle its stiff tail her armpits, makin' her start gigglin' an' collapse on the ground, clearly super ticklish. She managed t' pull it off (though 'tween its grip an' her laughter, it was somewhat hard) an' set it 'n the water, where it shot towards Hena like a rocket, as the Zora explained it was goin' fer her since the lass was bound. It then wrapped itself tight 'round her ankles, which t' her horror made it impossible t' move her feet at all, leavin' her toes easy targets fer the fish. However, her soles were still immune t' them, though that didn’t matter t' much as the snakes stiff tail began t' tickle her right sole, makin' her laugh even harder then the lass had the whole day. It was slow an' methodical, diggin' its stiff tail 'n so that each long, agonizin' stroke tickled with relentless fury, goin' t' the bottom o' her foot only t' slowly go back up. She was so busy focusin' on blockin' out the horrible sensatin' comin' from her feet the lass didn’t notice the second snake swim up until it began t' crawl up her left pant leg.
It wrapped 'round her lower leg, an' began t' tickle her other sole, favorin' a light fast touch, leavin' her 'n hysterics. Meanwhile, it maneuvered its head behind her left knee, an' began lickin' it with its small, whispy tongue. Both snakes stopped their other ticklin' fer a sec (though the fish still kept goin') as if wantin' her t' feel just the tongue. It was like a small feather flickin' against her skin, albeit really fast, so fast it felt like many feathers, makin' her scrunch up her nose an' giggle like addled. She soon went back t' screamin' with laughter as both her feet were again tickled all o'er, the feathery tongue never stoppin'. She almost didn’t hear the Zora start t' speak.
‘They’re attracted by the seaweed’s liquid 'n the water, it sail them nuts an' makes them want t' tickle. Normally they don’t bother. They can even smell it when they’re up river o' it. Direct contact makes them even crazier. I have here a concentrated version o' it.” She held up a small bottle filled with a green liquid as the lass spoke. She then walked o'er t' a ball o' leaves partially submerged 'n the river. “The makes their nests out o' whatever they can find” an' 'ere Hena could beg her not t', the lass dumped the whole bottle on what the lass guessed was a snake nest. Her theory was proven right an' true when three snakes came dartin' out an' made a beeline fer her, strangely enough stoppin' just 'ere reachin' her.
“They like t' wait when 'n large groups, buildin' up anticipatin'. I’m goin' t' go now, but I’ll be back 'n two hours. And worthy news, at this point ye’ve completed the nests nay matter what, so try an' have some laughs fer the duratin'.”
Hena tried t' beg her not t' leave, but was interrupted by one o' the snakes climbin' up her shirt, an' only managed an “Oh nay” through her laughter as it wrapped 'round her torso, an' stuck its tail 'n her bellybutton, makin' her laugh loud enough that all o' Hyrule probably heard it. It tickled like addled, but was nothin' compared t' when its tongue began t' lick her right armpits, still sensitive from the seaweed liquid, ticklin' so scurvy the lass couldn’t feel the other snakes, until the lass realized they were again lettin' her experience just this one horrible ticklin', only t' all start back up at once. She almost didn’t feel the next snake crawl up her shirt, but most certainly felt it tickle her left pit with its tongue, an' it also explored a new area with its tail: her left ribs. It began t' poke an' prod 'tween each one 'n seemingly random order, makin' it impossible t' predict where the next ticklish burst would come from. Each poke resulted 'n a slight break 'n laughter fer her t' release a ticklish yelp, only t' go right back t' laughin'. The snakes didn’t even bother stoppin' this time, they just kept ticklin'. She had hoped that so much ticklin' would make it possible t' block some o' it out, but the liquid 'n fact made such a thin' impossible as it soaked into her skin. Then came the moment the lass had been dreadin'. The final snake crawled up her britches an' wrapped 'round her upper leg, then began its cruel task. It tickled her right knee with its horrible tongue, an' moved its tail o'er her ribs, its technique o' choice bein' a smart slidin' movement up an' down her side. She now had those horrible feathery tongues on the backs o' both knees an' both pits, the cruel tails on both soles, both sides, an' her poor bellybutton. And those merciless fish were still ticklin' her toes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Zora returned, an' freed her, utterin' only 5 words “Good luck with yer business”.
Those who saw me Battlestar part 2 story noticed a poll t' decide which o' three ideas t' next turn into a story. However, I decided instead o' that, why not just use the poll t' decide what order t' release them on the same day. You read that right, I'm hittin' ye with a triple dose o' story! Here's the winner o' the poll: Titleless TP story!
“So we’ve decided we will let ye set up shop 'n our territory” said the fish like Zora.
“That’s great news” replied Hena. She had been hopin' t' take o'er the fishin' hole fer a while, joinin' her sister 'n havin' a business her.
“However, due t' traditin', any non-Zora females must go through a test 'ere hand” (I know this be random an' seems against canon, but bare with me). Hena nodded. Her sister had informed her o' the test, but had always changed the subject when the lass pressed fer specifics. Nonetheless, the lass followed the Zora t' the testin' area.
Half an hour later, the lass was havin' second thoughts. She was standin' barefoot on a platform o'er the river, holdin' onto a metal bar goin' across it. Tied 'round her wrists an' the bar, with an excess length, was some seaweed. Furthermore, a very strange pole was stickin' out o' the water, an' was tied t' her feet via some cords. Naturally, the lass asked what it was.
“It’s a special mechanical device that be very interestingly designed. When nit lower, it can’t be pulled back up, but be also partially held up by air pockets, so it has nay downward pull. Quite simply, when the platform be removed, ye’ll be holdin' yourself up. When ye fall, ye won’t be able t' pull yer feet out o' the water, just flail them a bit. Also, I should mentin' that the fish 'n the water be specially bred skullfish.”
Hena froze upon hearin' this. She knew skullfish were voracious feeders, an' carnivorous. “So wait, if I fall 'n, I won’t be able t' pull me feet up away from them?”
“Aye. Also, I should point out that the liquid secreted by the seaweed bindin' ye increases nerve impulses. I’ll return 'n one hour, or upon hearin' ye fall” With that the lass pulled the platform back so it was just behind her, causin' Hena t' fall just enough the lass couldn’t’ put her feet back on it due t' the weight. She instantly was paralyzed by fear o' what would happen t' her if the lass couldn’t hold on an hour. This fear was interrupted by a tinglin' down her side as some liquid dripped out o' the seaweed an' down her armpit. It didn’t take her long t' realize increased sensitivity made it tickle, an' the lass was soon gigglin' as more drops slid down her pits an' sides, ticklin' her, an', t' her horror, makin' it harder t' grip the bar. The drops soon reached her feet, ticklin' her sensitive arches as the slid o'er them. Then, finally, one slid 'tween her toes, makin' her give a burst o' laughter an' let go.
As the lass fell down t' her shins 'n the water, the lass discovered several things. First off, the lass really couldn’t pull her feet up. Second, the specially bred fish had nay teeth. Third, they were still ravenous feeders. Fourth, their toothless mouths tickled like hell. Within a few seconds the lass was screamin' with laughter as the fish nibbled her poor, ultra-ticklish toes. A few tried t' nibble her soles as well, but were on able t' get at them with their mouths, though this mattered little as her ultra-ticklin' toes were subjected t' their merciless mouths. She was able t' flail her feet, providin' some relief as the lass kept shakin' the fish lose. The bright side was that her fall had caused the seaweed t' pull tight, an' the liquid pourin' down her sides was t' much t' tickle. She was too busy bein' tickled, however, t' notice the Zora creep up behind her on the platform until her dug her slim fingers into her pits, were the lass discovered the mass amount o' liquid mightily upped their sensitivity t' ticklin'.
“Well well, ye only lasted 15 minutes. You sisters made it a whole 30, but the lass didn’t seem as ticklish as ye, which makes me job more fun” teased the Zora as her nimble fingers explored Hena’s pits. She soon was spiderin' them up an' down, her sides, but what really sent Hena o'er the edge was when the lass slipped a finger into her bellybutton, makin' her shriek with laughter. Between that an' the fish at her toes the lass was goin' mad. Then the Zora walked o'er t' the side o' the water, where a medium sized snake had been swimmin'. It was pitch black except fer its bright white tail.
“The Zora River be home t' many fascinatin' creatures, such as this water snake. They can hold their breath fer up t' 5 hours, an' be remarkably strong. They’re also somewhat intelligent, can distinguish 'tween genders, an' did I mentin', love t' bind an' tickle females o' any species?” As if t' accent this point, the water snake, who had been lazily wrappin' its tail 'round her arms, suddenly tightened its grip an' began t' wiggle its stiff tail her armpits, makin' her start gigglin' an' collapse on the ground, clearly super ticklish. She managed t' pull it off (though 'tween its grip an' her laughter, it was somewhat hard) an' set it 'n the water, where it shot towards Hena like a rocket, as the Zora explained it was goin' fer her since the lass was bound. It then wrapped itself tight 'round her ankles, which t' her horror made it impossible t' move her feet at all, leavin' her toes easy targets fer the fish. However, her soles were still immune t' them, though that didn’t matter t' much as the snakes stiff tail began t' tickle her right sole, makin' her laugh even harder then the lass had the whole day. It was slow an' methodical, diggin' its stiff tail 'n so that each long, agonizin' stroke tickled with relentless fury, goin' t' the bottom o' her foot only t' slowly go back up. She was so busy focusin' on blockin' out the horrible sensatin' comin' from her feet the lass didn’t notice the second snake swim up until it began t' crawl up her left pant leg.
It wrapped 'round her lower leg, an' began t' tickle her other sole, favorin' a light fast touch, leavin' her 'n hysterics. Meanwhile, it maneuvered its head behind her left knee, an' began lickin' it with its small, whispy tongue. Both snakes stopped their other ticklin' fer a sec (though the fish still kept goin') as if wantin' her t' feel just the tongue. It was like a small feather flickin' against her skin, albeit really fast, so fast it felt like many feathers, makin' her scrunch up her nose an' giggle like addled. She soon went back t' screamin' with laughter as both her feet were again tickled all o'er, the feathery tongue never stoppin'. She almost didn’t hear the Zora start t' speak.
‘They’re attracted by the seaweed’s liquid 'n the water, it sail them nuts an' makes them want t' tickle. Normally they don’t bother. They can even smell it when they’re up river o' it. Direct contact makes them even crazier. I have here a concentrated version o' it.” She held up a small bottle filled with a green liquid as the lass spoke. She then walked o'er t' a ball o' leaves partially submerged 'n the river. “The makes their nests out o' whatever they can find” an' 'ere Hena could beg her not t', the lass dumped the whole bottle on what the lass guessed was a snake nest. Her theory was proven right an' true when three snakes came dartin' out an' made a beeline fer her, strangely enough stoppin' just 'ere reachin' her.
“They like t' wait when 'n large groups, buildin' up anticipatin'. I’m goin' t' go now, but I’ll be back 'n two hours. And worthy news, at this point ye’ve completed the nests nay matter what, so try an' have some laughs fer the duratin'.”
Hena tried t' beg her not t' leave, but was interrupted by one o' the snakes climbin' up her shirt, an' only managed an “Oh nay” through her laughter as it wrapped 'round her torso, an' stuck its tail 'n her bellybutton, makin' her laugh loud enough that all o' Hyrule probably heard it. It tickled like addled, but was nothin' compared t' when its tongue began t' lick her right armpits, still sensitive from the seaweed liquid, ticklin' so scurvy the lass couldn’t feel the other snakes, until the lass realized they were again lettin' her experience just this one horrible ticklin', only t' all start back up at once. She almost didn’t feel the next snake crawl up her shirt, but most certainly felt it tickle her left pit with its tongue, an' it also explored a new area with its tail: her left ribs. It began t' poke an' prod 'tween each one 'n seemingly random order, makin' it impossible t' predict where the next ticklish burst would come from. Each poke resulted 'n a slight break 'n laughter fer her t' release a ticklish yelp, only t' go right back t' laughin'. The snakes didn’t even bother stoppin' this time, they just kept ticklin'. She had hoped that so much ticklin' would make it possible t' block some o' it out, but the liquid 'n fact made such a thin' impossible as it soaked into her skin. Then came the moment the lass had been dreadin'. The final snake crawled up her britches an' wrapped 'round her upper leg, then began its cruel task. It tickled her right knee with its horrible tongue, an' moved its tail o'er her ribs, its technique o' choice bein' a smart slidin' movement up an' down her side. She now had those horrible feathery tongues on the backs o' both knees an' both pits, the cruel tails on both soles, both sides, an' her poor bellybutton. And those merciless fish were still ticklin' her toes. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Zora returned, an' freed her, utterin' only 5 words “Good luck with yer business”.
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