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Okay, this is my first attempt at writing a tickling story. Hope you enjoy it.
I obviously don't own any copyrights or anything, this is just a fan-fic.
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Tenchi Muyo: Tickle War
Part 1 (of a possible 3)
“You WHAT!?” Washu shouted at Ryoko, who was standing in the doorway, grinning.
“I erased them” Ryoko said, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
“All 99 of them?” asked Washu, bewildered.
“All 99 of them.”
Washu had just discovered that Ryoko had somehow managed to track down and destroy all 99 of the embarrassing video tapes Washu had been blackmailing her with, in order to use Ryoko as her guinea pig in experiments.
Ryoko was leaning against a metal table in Washu’s lab, drinking from a bottle of sake and wearing her trademark blue and green-striped dress and a big satisfied grin. Washu, in her adult form, was wearing a loose lime-green tank-top and baggy blue cargo pants, and was glaring at Ryoko with her fists clenched.
‘Damn!’ she thought to herself. ‘Those tapes were the only things keeping Ryoko under my control. Without them, how am I gonna persuade her to let me continue my experiments?’
“And so, if you don’t mind…” Ryoko purred, “I really must be getting off. I have things to do, you know.”
With that, she turned to walk away. Suddenly, Washu was hit by a brainwave.
‘I know how to make her agree to my little experiments…’ she thought, and quick as lightning, she hit a button on the console that was beeping away next to her. The door slammed at the far end of the lab, and Ryoko stopped dead and slowly began to turn around. Before she could open her mouth to complain, Washu had shot her with some sort of laser. Ryoko let out a gasp and dropped the sake bottle, which smashed on the floor, spilling its contents. Ryoko slumped down next to it a second later, unconscious.
When she came to, she was clamped securely down to the cold metal table with her arms above her head. Her first reaction was to try and phase away, but her powers failed.
“Your powers won’t work in here, darling.” said Washu, stepping out of the shadows. She chuckled as Ryoko struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. Realising that she was trapped, Ryoko gave a sigh and looked Washu squarely in the eyes.
“Well?” she growled.
Washu smirked and folded her arms. “I really need to be able to carry out my research on you, but without those precious tapes, I’m gonna have to find some other way to ‘persuade’ you to be my guinea pig.”
“Well go ahead – do your worst” Ryoko said, defiantly. Washu’s smile widened and she pressed a button on the console. There was a mechanical whirring sound, and somebody stepped into view and stood next to Washu.
Ryoko squinted. The new arrival was identical to Washu in almost every way, except for a few certain differences. Her body, for example, was silvery and metallic. Disconcertingly, her eyes were exactly the same – no pupils, nothing – just blank metal. She wasn’t smiling, either.
“This…” said Washu, beaming proudly, “...is Feather.”
Ryoko raised an eyebrow. “Feather? Why’d you call her that?”
Washu turned to face Feather and said “show her.” Feather raised both of her arms. There was a slight whirring from within her, and her hands retreated to inside her arms, only to be replaced with two clumps of red feathers, which began to vibrate threateningly.
“Those feathers are made from a special material which I manufactured myself” said Washu, not taking her eyes off them. “The bristles are the finest in the universe.”
“So?” said Ryoko in a stubborn, but slightly quieter voice.
“They will elicit the most ticklish reactions ever known, even if used on the least ticklish of people.”
At this news, Ryoko gulped. Washu smiled and knew she could see where this was going.
“S- so I suppose you’re going to get that thing to tickle me until I give in and agree to be your guinea pig?”
“Not exactly” grinned Washu. “To begin with, I’ll be the only one doing any tickling. Think of Feather as my trainee.”
Ryoko frowned, determined not to show any fear. “Well what are you waiting for?” she said.
Washu didn’t waste any more time. She lightly scratched Ryoko’s soles with a single fingernail, having already removed her shoes. Ryoko’s face tightened, but she didn’t laugh.
Washu dragged her finger up and down Ryoko’s arches, in circles over her heel, and in and out of the various nooks and crannies. She then wriggled her finger in and out of Ryoko’s toes and the balls of her feet. Ryoko turned red and her feet flexed and wiggled frantically, but she still didn’t let out any laughter.
After a few minutes of this, Washu started scrabbling away madly with all ten fingers at both of Ryoko’s feet. The feet went wild and desperately tried to escape Washu’s fingertips, but Ryoko still refused to laugh. After about ten minutes, Washu stopped and stood up straight.
“Well well, we are tough, aren’t we?” she teased.
Ryoko smirked and said “you’ll have to do much better than THAT! I’m never giving up to you.”
“We’ll see about that” Washu said flatly, and picked up a pair of scissors from a nearby table.
“What’cha gonna do now, cut my hair?” Ryoko taunted. Washu walked over to Ryoko’s trapped body and began cutting along her blue and green dress.
“Hey! HEY! That’s my best dress!” Ryoko protested. Washu threw it aside and surveyed her prey. Ryoko was now lying clamped to the table wearing nothing but a black g-string and a scowl that would frighten nearly anyone.
Washu wiggled her fingers at Ryoko.
“Don’t tell me you’re still trying to tickle me into submission!? That’ll never work – I’m way too tough for you!” Ryoko cackled. “Why tickling, anyway? Anyone would think you’re just doing this for kicks!”
Washu stopped in her tracks and blushed scarlet. “I- I have my reasons!” she stammered, but made a mental note to delete her Internet history after visiting Tickle Theatre all the same. “This time I’ll break you!”
Washu instantly launched into a full tickle-assault on Ryoko’s helpless body. She must’ve caught Ryoko off guard, because the next moment she was shrieking and laughing like the most ticklish of people.
“AGGHHAHAHAHAHA DAMN AHHHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE GETTING BETTER AAAHAHAHAHAHHA AT THIS HAHAHAHAHA”
Washu grinned maniacally and wiggled her fingers against Ryoko’s apparently sensitive ribcage. Ryoko thrashed and laughed, but was not a match for the heavy metal clamps holding her in place. Meanwhile, Washu madly tickled her ribs and her tummy, and moved up into her armpits.
“AAAAGHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA CRAP HAHAH NOT THE AHAHHAHAAH ARMPITS HAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
“What’s the matter Ryoko, hon” cooed Washu, “more ticklish than we thought, are we?”
Washu tickled Ryoko’s armpits and ribs and tummy and hips for the next thirty minutes, and by the time she stopped, Ryoko was sweating and breathing heavily.
“Wanna reconsider my offer?” asked Washu.
Ryoko looked up at her, panting, and said “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you get the better of me! You can tickle-torture me as much as you want, but I am not giving up!”
Washu nodded slowly. “Admirable, Ryoko, but foolish!”
And with that, she continued her assault on Ryoko’s ticklish body. This time she tickled Ryoko’s chest. She tickled the sides of her breasts, the front of them, in-between them, and she even lifted each one up and tickled underneath. Meanwhile, Ryoko was going crazy.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH WASHU AHAHHAHHHAHAHAH WHAT DO YOU THINK HAHAHAHHAH YOU’RE DOING? HAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAA YOU CAN’T AAAHHAHAHA TOUCH ME THERE HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!”
Washu kept this torture up for a further 15 minutes and stood back to admire her work. Ryoko, the most fearsome space-pirate in the galaxy, lay at her mercy, reduced to nothing more than a laughing stock.
However, Washu noticed, with a pang of annoyance, that Ryoko still had that defiant gleam in her eye – it was clear that she wasn’t giving up that easily.
“Say, Ryoko?” said Washu, calmly. “Do you remember me telling you that Feather here was sort of my trainee?”
Ryoko stared at Washu’s lifeless replica who had been standing there silently the whole time, and for the first time, her eyes flashed with genuine fear. Washu picked up on this and laughed triumphantly.
“Well, what Feather has been doing is watching every single thing I’ve done to you tonight. She’s been taking in every single detail, like a video recorder. And now, she’s going to take over where I left off.”
Ryoko’s mouth fell open slightly and she started to shake her head.
“What’s the matter sweetie, scared?” taunted Washu, with her hands on her hips.
Ryoko took a second to register this and suddenly tightened her face into that defiant sneer once more. She didn’t say anything.
Washu grinned wider than a Cheshire Cat and said “Well, Feather here is going to go through the exact routine I just did, except for one thing she’ll have the advantage of that special feather I explained to you earlier, and for another, she’ll be going through the routine six or seven times.”
Washu turned to look at Feather and said; “do your stuff.” Feather clanked over to where the terrified demon lay and activated her feathered hands. Washu turned and walked away, the sound of Ryoko’s tortured laughter ringing in her ears, to go and delete her Internet history.
~ ~ ~
Washu woke up hours later. She was sitting in her chair in front of one of her many computers. She stood up and wandered groggily through her vast laboratory. As she walked, she could hear what sounded like Ryoko sobbing and laughing at the same time in the distance. She looked at her watch – 6:32am. Feather had been tickling Ryoko for over five hours straight.
Washu strode into the room where Ryoko still lay, with Feather leaning over her, mercilessly tickling her ribs.
“Feather, enough” said Washu. Instantly, the faceless doppelganger stopped tickling and took a few steps back. Ryoko’s face was tear-stained, and she was gasping for breath.
“So Ryoko, what do you think now? Will you continue being my little guinea pig and put an end to this torture?” Washu grinned smugly.
Ryoko opened her eyes and looked Washu in the face. To Washu’s immense surprise, she shook her head. “I already told you, I’m not going to surrender to you.”
Washu was taken aback, and somewhat annoyed, but she said “Well Ryoko, clearly I underestimated you. You’ve had enough for one night, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that this is over!”
A few minutes later, Washu lowered the unconscious Ryoko into bed and began walking back to her laboratory.
‘Damn, that girl of mine is something.’ She thought. ‘I never expected her to hold out against me and Feather for that long!’
Washu continued puzzling over this as she walked back over to the table. She stood there looking at Feather, who showed no signs of remorse for her deed. Washu took a step towards her and suddenly her legs slipped out from under her sending her sprawling backwards onto the metal table.
“What the hell!?” she said aloud, and then realised that she had slipped in the pool of sake that Ryoko had dropped earlier. Cursing under her breath, she tried to get up, but one of her legs had fallen onto the metal table and the clamp had already secured it in place.
‘Crap, now I’m stuck here.’ She thought angrily. She began tugging at her ankle, but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise – a mechanical whirring. She looked up, filled with dread, and her worst fear was confirmed. Feather was slowly and deliberately making her way towards the partially-immobilised Washu.
“Hey Feather, back off!” Washu warned, struggling against the metal. However, as Feather reached the table, she grabbed Washu’s free leg and forced it into the other leg clamp. Washu, with a sickening jolt, realised what was happening.
“No! No! Feather, let me out! I made you, dammit! Listen to me!”
Of course, Feather paid no attention to Washu’s pleas whatsoever, and clutched her wrists in her vice-like grip, forcing them into the clamps above Washu’s head and, effectively, securing her completely to the metal table.
Washu gulped as Ryoko had done, and began to panic.
‘There’s nobody here to help me! This robot feels no emotions – I programmed her that way! She won’t even listen to me if I’m tied to this damn table! Why oh why didn’t I come up with a backup plan?’
Washu snapped back to reality as she felt Feather removing her white sneakers.
“Feather, don’t do this to me, please! Seriously, I’m a fully-fledged ‘ler! I couldn’t handle being a ticklee! I’m too ticklish!”
Feather’s cold face showed no signs of mercy, and her hands retreated up inside her arms, only to be replaced by the feathers.
‘Crap’ thought Washu, ‘I’m for it now…’
Feather dragged the evil feathers up and down Washu’s sole just as Washu had done to Ryoko earlier.
“NOOOOOO FEATHER STAHAHAHAHAP THIS PLEEEEEAAAASEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO I’M WAY TOOO TICKLIISH AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!”
Just as predicted, the faceless machine showed no signs of recognition, or even that she’d heard Washu’s pleas. Instead, she explored Washu’s extremely ticklish feet with the exact same movements that Washu had used on Ryoko. Feather’s feathers explored exactly the same nooks and crannies in exactly the same motions and made Washu scream with tortured laughter.
Suddenly, Washu felt an odd swell of pride as she realised that these extremely effective tickling techniques had been her own. This didn’t last long, however, as Feather began scrabbling all over the soles of her feet.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA STAAAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAP THISS PLEAAAASE I CAN’T TAKE IT AAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
After about ten minutes of this torture, Feather stopped tickling Washu. Washu racked her brains to think of what was coming next, when she heard a familiar voice.
“Well well well” taunted Ryoko from the far side of the room, “what do we have here?”
“Ryoko! Thank God! You gotta help me – I slipped on your damn sake and got trapped and now Feather’s turned on me!”
Ryoko laughed as though she were the one being tickled. Meanwhile, Feather was standing quite still and watching these proceedings with apparent interest.
“Well I actually came down here to get a bit of revenge for myself” Ryoko said, “but it seems that you’re a little tied up right now.”
“Please Ryoko, call off this thing and I’ll do anything! Anything at all!”
Ryoko seemed to consider this for a moment and turned to face Feather, whose blank face was already looking in her direction. They faced each other for a few moments when Ryoko said:
“Carry on.”
“NOOO RYOKO PLEASE STOP THIS THING” shouted Washu, trying to make herself heard over Ryoko’s cackling. Ryoko vanished through the lab door, still laughing, and Washu was alone with Feather once more.
Feather’s feathers retreated up into her arms, and in their place appeared a pair of scissors. Suddenly Washu remembered what was coming next.
‘There’s no point in begging’ she thought sadly, as the machine cut away her lime-green tank top and threw it aside.
Washu lay there, bare-chested, clamped to a metal table, at the mercy of the most evil tickler ever conceived, and wondered how things could possibly get any worse.
THE END (for now)
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That's it. The writers in my head are kicking around some ideas for parts two and three, but whether or not I write them depends largely on the response that this one gets.
Incidentally, feel free to verbally rip this to shreds.
I'm part-lurker and sure as hell not giving my real name, so there's not much point in crediting me for this should you want to use it elsewhere. But do so anyway. (Just kidding - feel free to steal it)
I obviously don't own any copyrights or anything, this is just a fan-fic.
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Tenchi Muyo: Tickle War
Part 1 (of a possible 3)
“You WHAT!?” Washu shouted at Ryoko, who was standing in the doorway, grinning.
“I erased them” Ryoko said, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
“All 99 of them?” asked Washu, bewildered.
“All 99 of them.”
Washu had just discovered that Ryoko had somehow managed to track down and destroy all 99 of the embarrassing video tapes Washu had been blackmailing her with, in order to use Ryoko as her guinea pig in experiments.
Ryoko was leaning against a metal table in Washu’s lab, drinking from a bottle of sake and wearing her trademark blue and green-striped dress and a big satisfied grin. Washu, in her adult form, was wearing a loose lime-green tank-top and baggy blue cargo pants, and was glaring at Ryoko with her fists clenched.
‘Damn!’ she thought to herself. ‘Those tapes were the only things keeping Ryoko under my control. Without them, how am I gonna persuade her to let me continue my experiments?’
“And so, if you don’t mind…” Ryoko purred, “I really must be getting off. I have things to do, you know.”
With that, she turned to walk away. Suddenly, Washu was hit by a brainwave.
‘I know how to make her agree to my little experiments…’ she thought, and quick as lightning, she hit a button on the console that was beeping away next to her. The door slammed at the far end of the lab, and Ryoko stopped dead and slowly began to turn around. Before she could open her mouth to complain, Washu had shot her with some sort of laser. Ryoko let out a gasp and dropped the sake bottle, which smashed on the floor, spilling its contents. Ryoko slumped down next to it a second later, unconscious.
When she came to, she was clamped securely down to the cold metal table with her arms above her head. Her first reaction was to try and phase away, but her powers failed.
“Your powers won’t work in here, darling.” said Washu, stepping out of the shadows. She chuckled as Ryoko struggled against her bonds, but to no avail. Realising that she was trapped, Ryoko gave a sigh and looked Washu squarely in the eyes.
“Well?” she growled.
Washu smirked and folded her arms. “I really need to be able to carry out my research on you, but without those precious tapes, I’m gonna have to find some other way to ‘persuade’ you to be my guinea pig.”
“Well go ahead – do your worst” Ryoko said, defiantly. Washu’s smile widened and she pressed a button on the console. There was a mechanical whirring sound, and somebody stepped into view and stood next to Washu.
Ryoko squinted. The new arrival was identical to Washu in almost every way, except for a few certain differences. Her body, for example, was silvery and metallic. Disconcertingly, her eyes were exactly the same – no pupils, nothing – just blank metal. She wasn’t smiling, either.
“This…” said Washu, beaming proudly, “...is Feather.”
Ryoko raised an eyebrow. “Feather? Why’d you call her that?”
Washu turned to face Feather and said “show her.” Feather raised both of her arms. There was a slight whirring from within her, and her hands retreated to inside her arms, only to be replaced with two clumps of red feathers, which began to vibrate threateningly.
“Those feathers are made from a special material which I manufactured myself” said Washu, not taking her eyes off them. “The bristles are the finest in the universe.”
“So?” said Ryoko in a stubborn, but slightly quieter voice.
“They will elicit the most ticklish reactions ever known, even if used on the least ticklish of people.”
At this news, Ryoko gulped. Washu smiled and knew she could see where this was going.
“S- so I suppose you’re going to get that thing to tickle me until I give in and agree to be your guinea pig?”
“Not exactly” grinned Washu. “To begin with, I’ll be the only one doing any tickling. Think of Feather as my trainee.”
Ryoko frowned, determined not to show any fear. “Well what are you waiting for?” she said.
Washu didn’t waste any more time. She lightly scratched Ryoko’s soles with a single fingernail, having already removed her shoes. Ryoko’s face tightened, but she didn’t laugh.
Washu dragged her finger up and down Ryoko’s arches, in circles over her heel, and in and out of the various nooks and crannies. She then wriggled her finger in and out of Ryoko’s toes and the balls of her feet. Ryoko turned red and her feet flexed and wiggled frantically, but she still didn’t let out any laughter.
After a few minutes of this, Washu started scrabbling away madly with all ten fingers at both of Ryoko’s feet. The feet went wild and desperately tried to escape Washu’s fingertips, but Ryoko still refused to laugh. After about ten minutes, Washu stopped and stood up straight.
“Well well, we are tough, aren’t we?” she teased.
Ryoko smirked and said “you’ll have to do much better than THAT! I’m never giving up to you.”
“We’ll see about that” Washu said flatly, and picked up a pair of scissors from a nearby table.
“What’cha gonna do now, cut my hair?” Ryoko taunted. Washu walked over to Ryoko’s trapped body and began cutting along her blue and green dress.
“Hey! HEY! That’s my best dress!” Ryoko protested. Washu threw it aside and surveyed her prey. Ryoko was now lying clamped to the table wearing nothing but a black g-string and a scowl that would frighten nearly anyone.
Washu wiggled her fingers at Ryoko.
“Don’t tell me you’re still trying to tickle me into submission!? That’ll never work – I’m way too tough for you!” Ryoko cackled. “Why tickling, anyway? Anyone would think you’re just doing this for kicks!”
Washu stopped in her tracks and blushed scarlet. “I- I have my reasons!” she stammered, but made a mental note to delete her Internet history after visiting Tickle Theatre all the same. “This time I’ll break you!”
Washu instantly launched into a full tickle-assault on Ryoko’s helpless body. She must’ve caught Ryoko off guard, because the next moment she was shrieking and laughing like the most ticklish of people.
“AGGHHAHAHAHAHA DAMN AHHHAHAHAHAHA YOU’RE GETTING BETTER AAAHAHAHAHAHHA AT THIS HAHAHAHAHA”
Washu grinned maniacally and wiggled her fingers against Ryoko’s apparently sensitive ribcage. Ryoko thrashed and laughed, but was not a match for the heavy metal clamps holding her in place. Meanwhile, Washu madly tickled her ribs and her tummy, and moved up into her armpits.
“AAAAGHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA CRAP HAHAH NOT THE AHAHHAHAAH ARMPITS HAAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”
“What’s the matter Ryoko, hon” cooed Washu, “more ticklish than we thought, are we?”
Washu tickled Ryoko’s armpits and ribs and tummy and hips for the next thirty minutes, and by the time she stopped, Ryoko was sweating and breathing heavily.
“Wanna reconsider my offer?” asked Washu.
Ryoko looked up at her, panting, and said “There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let you get the better of me! You can tickle-torture me as much as you want, but I am not giving up!”
Washu nodded slowly. “Admirable, Ryoko, but foolish!”
And with that, she continued her assault on Ryoko’s ticklish body. This time she tickled Ryoko’s chest. She tickled the sides of her breasts, the front of them, in-between them, and she even lifted each one up and tickled underneath. Meanwhile, Ryoko was going crazy.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH WASHU AHAHHAHHHAHAHAH WHAT DO YOU THINK HAHAHAHHAH YOU’RE DOING? HAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAA YOU CAN’T AAAHHAHAHA TOUCH ME THERE HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA!!”
Washu kept this torture up for a further 15 minutes and stood back to admire her work. Ryoko, the most fearsome space-pirate in the galaxy, lay at her mercy, reduced to nothing more than a laughing stock.
However, Washu noticed, with a pang of annoyance, that Ryoko still had that defiant gleam in her eye – it was clear that she wasn’t giving up that easily.
“Say, Ryoko?” said Washu, calmly. “Do you remember me telling you that Feather here was sort of my trainee?”
Ryoko stared at Washu’s lifeless replica who had been standing there silently the whole time, and for the first time, her eyes flashed with genuine fear. Washu picked up on this and laughed triumphantly.
“Well, what Feather has been doing is watching every single thing I’ve done to you tonight. She’s been taking in every single detail, like a video recorder. And now, she’s going to take over where I left off.”
Ryoko’s mouth fell open slightly and she started to shake her head.
“What’s the matter sweetie, scared?” taunted Washu, with her hands on her hips.
Ryoko took a second to register this and suddenly tightened her face into that defiant sneer once more. She didn’t say anything.
Washu grinned wider than a Cheshire Cat and said “Well, Feather here is going to go through the exact routine I just did, except for one thing she’ll have the advantage of that special feather I explained to you earlier, and for another, she’ll be going through the routine six or seven times.”
Washu turned to look at Feather and said; “do your stuff.” Feather clanked over to where the terrified demon lay and activated her feathered hands. Washu turned and walked away, the sound of Ryoko’s tortured laughter ringing in her ears, to go and delete her Internet history.
~ ~ ~
Washu woke up hours later. She was sitting in her chair in front of one of her many computers. She stood up and wandered groggily through her vast laboratory. As she walked, she could hear what sounded like Ryoko sobbing and laughing at the same time in the distance. She looked at her watch – 6:32am. Feather had been tickling Ryoko for over five hours straight.
Washu strode into the room where Ryoko still lay, with Feather leaning over her, mercilessly tickling her ribs.
“Feather, enough” said Washu. Instantly, the faceless doppelganger stopped tickling and took a few steps back. Ryoko’s face was tear-stained, and she was gasping for breath.
“So Ryoko, what do you think now? Will you continue being my little guinea pig and put an end to this torture?” Washu grinned smugly.
Ryoko opened her eyes and looked Washu in the face. To Washu’s immense surprise, she shook her head. “I already told you, I’m not going to surrender to you.”
Washu was taken aback, and somewhat annoyed, but she said “Well Ryoko, clearly I underestimated you. You’ve had enough for one night, but don’t make the mistake of thinking that this is over!”
A few minutes later, Washu lowered the unconscious Ryoko into bed and began walking back to her laboratory.
‘Damn, that girl of mine is something.’ She thought. ‘I never expected her to hold out against me and Feather for that long!’
Washu continued puzzling over this as she walked back over to the table. She stood there looking at Feather, who showed no signs of remorse for her deed. Washu took a step towards her and suddenly her legs slipped out from under her sending her sprawling backwards onto the metal table.
“What the hell!?” she said aloud, and then realised that she had slipped in the pool of sake that Ryoko had dropped earlier. Cursing under her breath, she tried to get up, but one of her legs had fallen onto the metal table and the clamp had already secured it in place.
‘Crap, now I’m stuck here.’ She thought angrily. She began tugging at her ankle, but stopped abruptly when she heard a noise – a mechanical whirring. She looked up, filled with dread, and her worst fear was confirmed. Feather was slowly and deliberately making her way towards the partially-immobilised Washu.
“Hey Feather, back off!” Washu warned, struggling against the metal. However, as Feather reached the table, she grabbed Washu’s free leg and forced it into the other leg clamp. Washu, with a sickening jolt, realised what was happening.
“No! No! Feather, let me out! I made you, dammit! Listen to me!”
Of course, Feather paid no attention to Washu’s pleas whatsoever, and clutched her wrists in her vice-like grip, forcing them into the clamps above Washu’s head and, effectively, securing her completely to the metal table.
Washu gulped as Ryoko had done, and began to panic.
‘There’s nobody here to help me! This robot feels no emotions – I programmed her that way! She won’t even listen to me if I’m tied to this damn table! Why oh why didn’t I come up with a backup plan?’
Washu snapped back to reality as she felt Feather removing her white sneakers.
“Feather, don’t do this to me, please! Seriously, I’m a fully-fledged ‘ler! I couldn’t handle being a ticklee! I’m too ticklish!”
Feather’s cold face showed no signs of mercy, and her hands retreated up inside her arms, only to be replaced by the feathers.
‘Crap’ thought Washu, ‘I’m for it now…’
Feather dragged the evil feathers up and down Washu’s sole just as Washu had done to Ryoko earlier.
“NOOOOOO FEATHER STAHAHAHAHAP THIS PLEEEEEAAAASEEE HAHAHAHAHAHA NOOOOOOOO I’M WAY TOOO TICKLIISH AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!!!”
Just as predicted, the faceless machine showed no signs of recognition, or even that she’d heard Washu’s pleas. Instead, she explored Washu’s extremely ticklish feet with the exact same movements that Washu had used on Ryoko. Feather’s feathers explored exactly the same nooks and crannies in exactly the same motions and made Washu scream with tortured laughter.
Suddenly, Washu felt an odd swell of pride as she realised that these extremely effective tickling techniques had been her own. This didn’t last long, however, as Feather began scrabbling all over the soles of her feet.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA STAAAAHHAHAHAAHHAHAP THISS PLEAAAASE I CAN’T TAKE IT AAAAAAAAAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”
After about ten minutes of this torture, Feather stopped tickling Washu. Washu racked her brains to think of what was coming next, when she heard a familiar voice.
“Well well well” taunted Ryoko from the far side of the room, “what do we have here?”
“Ryoko! Thank God! You gotta help me – I slipped on your damn sake and got trapped and now Feather’s turned on me!”
Ryoko laughed as though she were the one being tickled. Meanwhile, Feather was standing quite still and watching these proceedings with apparent interest.
“Well I actually came down here to get a bit of revenge for myself” Ryoko said, “but it seems that you’re a little tied up right now.”
“Please Ryoko, call off this thing and I’ll do anything! Anything at all!”
Ryoko seemed to consider this for a moment and turned to face Feather, whose blank face was already looking in her direction. They faced each other for a few moments when Ryoko said:
“Carry on.”
“NOOO RYOKO PLEASE STOP THIS THING” shouted Washu, trying to make herself heard over Ryoko’s cackling. Ryoko vanished through the lab door, still laughing, and Washu was alone with Feather once more.
Feather’s feathers retreated up into her arms, and in their place appeared a pair of scissors. Suddenly Washu remembered what was coming next.
‘There’s no point in begging’ she thought sadly, as the machine cut away her lime-green tank top and threw it aside.
Washu lay there, bare-chested, clamped to a metal table, at the mercy of the most evil tickler ever conceived, and wondered how things could possibly get any worse.
THE END (for now)
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That's it. The writers in my head are kicking around some ideas for parts two and three, but whether or not I write them depends largely on the response that this one gets.
Incidentally, feel free to verbally rip this to shreds.
I'm part-lurker and sure as hell not giving my real name, so there's not much point in crediting me for this should you want to use it elsewhere. But do so anyway. (Just kidding - feel free to steal it)
