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[f/f - upper butt tickling], [f/f - feet tickling, explicit content], [f/f - ribs tickling, underarms, feet, knees]
Here we are! The conclusion of the second chapter to the Mamono Survival Guide. This was a definite pleasure to work with, especially when it came to defining the goblin. I hope it as satisfying to read as it was to write. Enjoy!
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“Eeeee! This is so exciting!” Reena couldn’t help but burst out. They were on the outskirts of Dewdale, leisurely strolling past farms and orchards on their way to their destination in the north, the Agara Meadows. It all happened so fast—just yesterday, Lani was helping them plot a course through the meadows and giving them whatever provisions they didn’t bring themselves.
“Did something feel off to you?” Jezzine asked.
“No, not really.” Reena turned to her friend. How she could pay attention to her surroundings without looking at them and bounce along happily was a mystery to Jezzine. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Just the interview itself maybe. Lani doesn’t seem all that organized. The papers were very good, but the place... not to mention its name...”
“It’s now the Collection of Mamono Data Bureau,” Reena said. “Did you see the new flyers?”
Jezzine winced.
“That’s not particularly catchy either... but that’s part of what I mean. Those flyers and the name changes—it doesn’t seem all that professional to me.”
“I think she’s serious about what she’s doing.”
“But she could have taken more time to prepare.”
“Maybe it’s her first time having a business? It can be hard. You sure are being fussy, Jezz.”
“Everything was just so impromptu,” she insisted. Reena shrugged.
“Does it matter? We’re getting paid and, like, it’s a really good idea. Maybe she just needs help with it.”
Reena stopped in her tracks. When Jezzine turned to look at her, she was alarmed by the enormous grin that had overtaken her friend’s face. That alarm quickly turned to panic. She knew that grin.
“You’re thinking of investing in them, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
Jezzine frowned. Somehow she thought that their first venture to be somewhat more... stable.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Bullshit! It’s such a good idea! Who else is gonna have the balls to deal with mamono? And who knows? If we work as an information agency, we can also do mercenary work and help people with mamono-related problems and—”
“We can’t do mercenary work; we don’t know anything about mamono other than that they’re ticklish! And even that’s a maybe! It’s too dangerous, we don’t know what could happen, Reena, please, just once will you just listen to me?”
“What could happen? We’ll get tickled! I can handle a little bit of tickling, hell, you even like it!”
Jezzine felt warmth flood her belly at the thought of being helpless under a mamono’s fingers, tongue, tail... but she stifled it. She had to think realistically, rationally; the danger behind the fantasy was just too real.
“No I don’t! And it’s not just a little bit of tickling! People disappear! We don’t know what happens to them, whether they die, or worse!”
“Well, there you go! Think of how many people we’ll be helping. There is, like, so much potential behind this, Jezz, and I know that you know it too!”
All Jezzine wanted was to find their target and collect enough data to be paid outside of their families. But even so, she knew that Reena was right. Apart from the guide, there were a lot of options for written material, art, maybe even tools that the technically-minded could create to help deal with mamono. They would be renowned for pioneering such a dangerous field and would benefit from all the accolades that came with such an achievement: royal funding, fancy dinners, a place in history! But, at the same time, she also liked the idea of not being taken away from the civilized world, never to be heard from again. Even her fantasies had their limits. It was just too dangerous.
“I don’t know...”
“Oh c’mon! Pleeeeeease?” Reena nestled herself into her friend’s large breasts and looked up with pleading eyes and pouting lips. She wrapped her hands around Jezzine’s waist and let her fingers rest on the dangerous spots that curved up into the bottom of her back, right above her abundant butt.
“We should do it! C’mooon!”
“Hahahahaha! Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Reena’s face turned devilish. “Don’t not tickle you until you agree? Why, I would be happy to, Jezz!”
Jezzine could already barely stifle her giggles with the way Reena’s fingers were positioned, but as soon as those digits began to move, she exploded with screaming laughter.
“I SAHAHAHAHAID DOHOHOHOHON’T EEEEHEHEHAHAHAHA!”
It was too late now; Reena clung tightly and used her fingers to gingerly pinch and prod those deliciously soft little spaces.
“Gah! If only... oh! There!” She triumphantly exclaimed when she found where Jezzine’s shirt began and let her fingers crawl underneath. The tickling was so much more enjoyable now, not to mention easier. Instead of the gliding feeling of the cotton fabric, her fingers could easily press into her friend’s warm, bare skin, where the tickling sensations could be more direct and much more devastating.
“AYEEEEEEEHEHE! REHEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Jezzine was already squirming and dancing the second her friend reached under her shirt. She absolutely hated being tickled there—not just because it was one of her worst spots, but because of the strange intensity of the tickling. The sensations were just so much sharper, ticklish electricity that shot all the way up her back in concentrated, seemingly never-ending bursts. The worst part was that Reena knew exactly how to exploit that soft little section of her back. She alternated from brushing her nails against the flesh to gently squeezing it, each touch tickling worse than the last, reducing Jezzine to a writhing madwoman, jumping with panicked laughter.
“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! WEHEHEHE’LL DOHOHOHOHO IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Oh I’m so glad!”
Reena grinned broadly as she wiggled her fingers just a few more times to extract those last little bits of shrieking laughter, like she was shaking the last drops of juice from a plump fruit, before finally stopping. Jezzine flopped forward over her shoulder, making Reena giggle and rub her shoulder sympathetically.
“You’re... such a bitch... hehe... sometimes...”
“It really is a good idea. You’ll see! Throw me some paper and I’ll get started!”
Jezzine straightened herself, still panting, brushed a few ringlets from her crimson-flushed face, and then reached over to her travelling pack. She handed Reena what she needed, as well as a hard-leather book to serve as a writing surface, and turned to look forward on the road. They would probably reach the trade roads of the meadow by nightfall, and the rest of their excursion would involve patience and tactical thinking, two things she knew were not Reena’s forte.
At least she was bearable now, excitedly beginning the trek to new lands and bright sights. Jezzine sighed as the last tinges of red left her face, leaving it as pale as the rest of her. She had a suspicion that Reena liked travelling more in theory than she did in practice. It was always the same, even with more people on caravan routes: she seemed happy enough when the trip began, helping with plotting courses, keeping to herself, but, inevitably, it would always unravel into—
“Jeeeeezzzz! Are we there yet?” We have to be there already! I saw wild foxgloves two hours ago!”
“Shh!” Jezzine hissed back. “Yeah we’re here, but you still need to be quiet, if we scare everyone away then this whole trip will be pointless!”
“Ugh, it’s getting dark; let’s find somewhere to camp out.”
The dusk sky bathed the rolling meadows in golden-orange light, every flower touched by the setting sun seemed to flicker like a candle, as if fires burned bright under its natural hue, turning the green fields into a tapestry of vivid color. It was beautiful, enough to even keep Reena quiet while they searched for a suitable place to settle for the night. Despite her complaints, she truly was content. She had seen that same sky over the meadows so many times in her youth with Jezzine, on the road with her family’s caravan. That she was watching the sun go down now, free to pursue her own enterprises, was no small thing. Farther on the horizon the sparse trees began to grow closer together; they were able to find shelter under the loose canopy of one of these little copses before the sun finally disappeared and made way for the starry night. In no time at all they had a warm fire and were arranging their sleeping area.
“Ohhh the sleeping bags are so warm!” Reena chirped as she snuggled into hers. “Fur-lined! They’re a lot like ours used to be!”
“I don’t think they were that easy to come by either,” Jezzine fingered the material.
“You’re thinking about their money again?”
“Yeah. They did say that they had a lot, but how long is that gonna last?”
“See?” Reena flashed her friend a bright smile. “They really do need us!”
Jezzine rolled her eyes when Reena reached for the parchment again to scribble down a few notes. With any luck, Lani and Aidan will end up being too prideful or distracted to accept their help. She ruffled through her pack for her tome and settled in by the firelight. They spent the night in comfortable silence. Reena was the first to put away her parchment and fall asleep. Jezzine followed soon after, the dim lighting and the tiny words made it impossible to stay awake and before she knew it she joined Reena, the book still on her chest when she fell asleep.
Morning arrived with the sound of birds and the sweet, smoky smell of a dwindled campfire. Jezzine rose to see that Reena was already up, snacking on one of their dried sausages and going over the papers.
“Good morning, sleepy-butt!” Reena said cheerily. She looked up from her reading to her friend and burst out laughing. Jezzine narrowed her already half-shut eyes until they were angry little slits. Almost every time the two slept together, Reena always awoke in a laughing fit. You’d think that after being friends for so long, she would be used to seeing Jezzine’s hair in the morning.
“Did you just get up?”
“About an hour or two ago,” Reena replied. She put down the papers and got up. She was barefoot and dressed only in her white underclothes. Her shirt crept up her torso as she stretched, exposing the bottom of her lithely muscled abdomen. “I would have woken you, but you were just so sound.”
Jezzine rubbed her eyes and lifted her hands to her head with a groan. No good. Her ringlets were everywhere; they surrounded her head like a halo of dark brown curls, messily falling all over the place.
“You can take your time you know, I doubt any of the mamono are up yet.”
Jezzine nodded and started to muss through her hair, finding knots where there shouldn’t be and undoing them so that gravity could do the rest. It took her almost half an hour of discomfort before her hair was finally the way she wanted it to be.
“Alright,” Jezzine shook her head one last time. “We should probably start looking.”
“Don’t you want breakfast?”
“Mmm... I’ll have it as we go.”
“Alright! Let’s do it! We’re gonna bag us a mamono!”
Jezzine sighed. Reena was enthusiastic and energetic this morning. It was a very good thing; she would be an important asset to the task until—
“There are no signs anywhere! We’re not trackers! Oh my gods this is taking, like, forever!”
“Okay let’s take a break.” Jezzine sat against the trunk of her tree with an exasperated huff. She wasn’t happy with Reena’s grumbling but she had to admit, they weren’t having any luck anyway. Why was it so hard? When she was younger she remembered how easily she was taught to spot the mamono’s traps. A bend of the branch, a strange density on the ground, but nothing now! They had looked through several of the trees in the meadow and the grassy rolls in between.
“Let’s try over that hill.” Reena pointed to the north. Under the shade of the trees, Jezzine didn’t have to squint to see the fluffy green tops of trees over a rise in the earth.
“May as well,” Jezzine puffed and rose. At least the hill was close, but she was not expecting to find anything out of the ordinary. Either the mamono had hidden their traps exceptionally well, or they simply don’t stalk the area as much anymore. Do travellers not wander from the roads as much? Their first commission and they weren’t going to find anything—a terrible start to what Reena thought would be a lucrative venture. When they reached the top of the hill, they saw over the decline that this scattering of trees had more bushes in between, obscuring the spaces of the grass. It looked promising enough; Jezzine barely had time to glance at the bush when she walked over it and found out just how promising it was.
“Aiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
Before she knew it, she was in the air, squealing as she soared a few feet before bouncing to a halt under the closest tree. Reena’s dumbfounded upside down face greeted her.
“Finally!” Reena exclaimed. “Alright! The mamono should be nearby!”
“W-wait! Help me down before we start looking!” There was genuine panic in Jezzine’s voice. It was the view more than the situation that distressed her; something about being upside down that disoriented her more intensely than other people.
“You’ll have to pull yourself up, I can’t reach the rope.”
Jezzine tried to look around. She was close to the tree’s trunk, that much would definitely be helpful on the way up. Facing the trunk, she placed her hands on either side until she had strong enough of a hold. With great difficulty, she tensed all of her muscles and tried to lift herself up, following the trunk and straining her belly to keep herself from falling. After what seemed like an eternity, she tightly hugged the branch to which the rope was tied. She looked up and saw a pair of bright yellow eyes staring back at her.
“No way! Someone finally tripped it!” the voice from the treetops excitedly squealed.
The voice came from the treetops and Jezzine screamed at the top of her lungs.
“REENA! THE MAMONO’S UP HERE!”
Reena looked past her friend’s form and sure enough, there it was. The first thing that struck her was how vivid the mamono’s deep green skin was, as verdant as the forest’s canopy and lightly glistening with sweat. Its soft belly, well-muscled arms, thick thighs, and the tops of its round breasts were bare, and what parts weren’t naked were covered with rough-leather garbs, rugged in appearance, but comfortable enough from the way the creature wore them. A goblin! Reena swallowed; she looked up at her small, heart-shaped face, smirking wickedly beneath its glinting lemon eyes and messy maroon hair. The mamono was adorable!
“Stop gawking!” Jezzine queaked. “Get me down!”
“Oh no you don’t! Do you know how long I’ve been up here?” the goblin’s voice was an angry, bubbly burst as she crawled over to where Jezzine’s arms held onto the branch.
“G-get away!” she cried at the goblin but to no avail. The creature was coming closer to her hands, but she couldn’t just let go! The fall was scary, even if it wasn’t dangerous! All Jezzine could do was whimper as the goblin tied her hands together where they overlapped in their hold on the branch. Now she couldn’t let go of the branch, even if she wanted to. She released her grip entirely but stayed in the same position from how tightly the mamono had tied her to the branch. Where did the goblin get the rope from anyway?
“Ooooh! I waited so long to try this!” the goblin’s cute face was an expression of pure excitement. “And I get someone so cute!” She giggled to herself as she continued along the branch to where the rope tied to Jezzine’s foot was secured. She straddled the branch, reached underneath, and pulled the rope up, grunting with effort but still accomplishing the remarkable task of lifting the lower half of a particularly curvy young woman. When the full free length of the rope was in her hands and her prey’s struggling foot was above the branch, she clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh wait!” the goblin said as if she suddenly remembered something. “Your free foot!”
“Reena, get up here already!” Jezzine screamed.
“I’m trying to find a way up! It’s not like you won’t enjoy it anyway!”
“STOP FUCKING TELLING EVERYONE THAT!”
The goblin balanced herself over on the branch with her belly and began reaching for Jezzine’s other foot. The poor young woman kicked and squeaked but only succeeded in accidentally letting her foot get within range of the goblin’s grasping hands.
“Gotcha!”
The mamono’s grip was bizarrely strong. Jezzine couldn’t kick away even if she wanted to (and at this point, it was questionable how much she actually wanted to.) In a matter of seconds, the goblin had used the extra rope to tie her feet together above the branch, effectively mounting Jezzine upside-down like a juicy boar on a spit.
“Jezz, I found a perch! I’ll be up in a second!”
“OHMYGODSHURRY!” her friend screamed.
“Ohhh you’re a ticklish one aren’t you? Heehee! I’m so excited!” the goblin eyes half-hidden under a giddy smile. She moved herself closer to the end of the branch where she could have a better view of her prey’s feet. In addition to her merchant’s garb, Jezzine wore bright orange flat shoes that snugly wrapped around the edges of her feet—a stylish pair that may as well not have been there, for all the protection it offered. The goblin slipped one finger under the heel of Jezzine’s struggling foot and lifted the shoe up. She waited a few more moments, smiling as she savoured her victim’s protests and then with a flick of her hand, discarded the shoe entirely. It fell away from Jezzine’s bared foot and hit the grass with a soft thud.
“Aww! Those are so cute! I wonder if they’re as squishy as they look!”
The goblin giggled excitedly to herself as she flipped off Jezzine’s other shoe. Her prey’s bare feet wiggled and scrunched fearfully before her. She really did find a treat; Jezzine’s milky-white soles were plump and smooth, with round, lightly pinked and large arches that sensually drew attention to the soft hollows beneath and the attractive length of her shapely, wiggling toes. When her toes scrunched down as hard as they could, the goblin could see the sheen of white nail polish. Nail paint wasn’t cheap, especially with what it cost to import; she wondered if perhaps her captive could be bartered with. At any rate, that could be put on hold. She eyed Jezzine’s feet with voracious hunger.
The mamono wasted no time in getting her hands on her prey’s delicious soles. She laid all ten of her fingers down on the bottoms of Jezzine’s feet and let them glide all over the silky smooth flesh. Her fingers left deep trails of pressure in the soft skin, rubbing gently and creating wrinkles where there were none in the supple surfaces. Jezzine bit her lip as she tried her absolute hardest not to burst out laughing. Even the ginger rubbing was enough to fire intense, tickly shocks from the bottoms of her feet to the forefront of her brain. She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold her laughter in. The goblin was beginning to move faster, no longer kneading her victim’s soles with the pads of her fingers but slowly edging towards conducting the movements with the tips of her digits. Jezzine screwed her eyes shut and tried to hold her breath to stop the laughter bubbling deep inside her. Every second it became more and more unbearable; the poor woman threw her head side to side, her feet trembled violently with every touch, her face turning red as tears streamed down her shining cheeks.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHOHGAHAHAHAHADSTAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
The dam that Jezzine had been holding back had finally broke; she exploded with screaming laughter—but as soon as the goblin got what she wanted, she giggled and stopped.
“Your friend’s right—you really do like it!”
As Jezzine’s laughter winded down she realized that her back was arched and she was unconsciously biting her lip. The truth was that as soon as the goblins fingers met her feet, the intense tickling sensations weren’t the only things that flooded her body. Her face burned with humiliation and she squirmed to try to dispel the warmth in her pelvis.
“Ugh! I hate climbing! Jezz, I’m almost there, hang on!”
In a flash, the goblin’s face was in front of Jezzine’s, her eyes twinkling mischievously and her cute green cheeks flushed with a lusty glow.
“Wait till you see what I made! I can’t wait to finally try it out!”
Jezzine whimpered and struggled anew, but beneath her fear was a bubbling font of curious excitement. Her arguments the other day were completely forgotten now. Why not enjoy herself? She wasn’t exactly whisked away to never be heard from again, she just found herself in one little predicament from which Reena was going to rescue her. It wasn’t that big of a deal—she was finally going to experience what she had only been able to fantasize.
“Aren’t they neat?”
Jezzine’s eyes widened. The goblin had pulled from her bag what was, at first glance, a pair of shoes, but they were unlike any pair that that the young woman had ever seen. They were menacing and complicated-looking; their bottoms contained gears and cogs held together by a matrix of screws and their tops were a collection of angled bristles and brushes; layers of metal and leather separated the two from each other. The shoes were divided overall into sections that each had different sized straps and adjustable screws, meant to fit any and all feet with the proper modifications.
“Shit! Hahahaha! Heehee, no! Wait!” Jezzine blurted. The goblin was beginning to attach the contraption to her feet. She had no idea what agony its full potential could unleash, but the process of putting the shoes on was already enough to get her giggling. Her tormentor was maddeningly delicate; she could feel the slightest dragging of the brushes as they were adjusted to snugly rest on the soft bottoms of her feet. This slow, unintentional tickling was unbearable, but the brushes stopped moving when the goblin began to tie her toes back to the frame that fit over the top of her feet.
“Mmphmhm... P-plehease! Reena hahahurry!” Jezzine’s voice was touched with fear, which the mamono reacted to with a broad, pleased smile. Even unmoving, the strong bristles titillated her flesh to the point of twitching, which created movement in her soles which resulted in more movement from the brushes, which resulted in more tickling! Jezzine released a flurry of squealing giggles; she began to writhe, half from the self-inflicted torture and half from how strangely good it felt. The warmth between her legs grew moister, more distracting—despite herself, she wished she had a hand free.
The goblin sat back, admiring her work, and suddenly she snapped her head up with a terrified expression. Reena was finally up on the branch, grinning triumphantly.
“You’re gonna get it now!” the blond said and wiggled her fingers at the goblin. The mamono squeaked and immediately looked back down at her captive’s feet. There were two knobs on either heel of the shoes. She had to act fast before the other woman got to her. Just as Reena began to make her way over on the branch, the goblin’s hands shot down and turned both knobs. The gears began to turn and grind and a second later Jezzine’s reaction sent birds fleeing from the treetops.
It was the loudest Reena had ever heard her friend laugh—she jumped the moment Jezzine exploded with hysterical mirth. Reena tripped over her own feet with a startled scream and her hands went flailing, trying to grab onto something so as not to fall. Fortunately enough, she grabbed hold of the goblin’s ankle as she went down over the branch and the mamono screamed and tumbled down with her grappler, landing on top of her with an “oof!”
“Ow! You could have broken my invention, meanie!” the goblin angrily puffed, but her eyes lit up when she realized that she had recovered faster from the fall—she had the advantage. “A-ha!” she fiercely cried and dug her fingers into the second woman’s sides.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF HAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!” Reena’s squealing, lighter laughter joined Jezzine’s howling storm, like a second instrument accompanying a mirthful orchestra that was already in full force.
“Nuh-uh!” the goblin looked at Reena bizarrely, as if it was strange that her prey didn’t want to be tickled. “How often will I get two cute humans to play with? Just have fun laughing! Tickle, tickle!”
“HAHAHAHA I DOHOHOHON’T WAHAHANT TO!” Reena defensively tried to clench squeeze her arms to her side, but of course it was counterproductive. All it did was trap the goblin’s fingers, where she firmly kneaded and wiggled them into Reena’s sensitive ribs. It didn’t help that, in the past, whenever Jezzine got fed up with her constant tickling, that was usually the first spot she went to—and it was a good one. If Reena didn’t go on the offensive now, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Clenching her teeth through forced laughter, her hands shot out and desperately probed the goblin for a weak spot, anywhere that would ease up the assault. Pleasantly enough, she found success in the mamono’s own ribs.
“Aiieeeehehehe! Nohoho!” the goblin squeaked when her prey’s hands clamped onto her sides. Things were definitely not going the way she wanted them to now. She writhed and bounced on top of Reena, uncertain whether she wanted to focus more on getting away or trying to out-tickle her foe. Both options didn’t seem promising: Reena began to recover, still laughing from where the goblin held and pressed her fingers, but there was more tactical wiggling now. Helpless, high-pitched laughter escaped the goblin’s mouth as she tried to stay on, but to no avail—in one swift move, Reena was on top of the goblin, digging her fingers into the little green creature’s sides and unleashing peal after peal of shrieking mirth.
“Aww! Does the widdle mamono have ticklish sides?” Reena cooed with an enormous grin as she spidered her fingers all over the goblin’s ribs, counting from top to bottom and bottom to top over and over again. The mamono could barely answer. She whipped her head from side to side, flailing and squealing but otherwise making little progress in escaping her former prey’s clutches.
“Are you ticklish up here too?” she grinned broadly and let her fingers slide up into the hollows of the goblin’s underarms. The mamono replied with more laughter, a touch louder and more violent.
Reena was having so much fun that she completely forgot about Jezzine’s predicament. Even as her friend was fighting the goblin, the sound of Jezzine’s hysterical laughter didn’t let up for a minute. The device was absolutely brutal in its efficiency in wreaking ticklish havoc on her sensitive feet. She was aware of rotary brushes on her heels, rolling bristles under the spaces of her toes, sliding scrubbers at the centers of her soles that moved up and down from just the top of her heel to just under her arches. And she couldn’t pull her toes down to defend herself! All she could do was laugh a frenetic storm as the shoes worked tirelessly on her feet, leaving tiny, red paths and marks as they pulled and pushed infinite tiny paths against the tender flesh. It was the worst Jezzine had ever been tickled, never once did she think she could have been overwhelmed with such insanely torturous sensations. The bottoms of her feet felt as though they were on fire—but the worst part was how wet the torment was making her. In the back of her mind, in a part somewhere that wasn’t pre-occupied with the screaming signals that her feet were sending her, she could feel her pussy quivering and her ample hips grinding. It wasn’t certain what would overtake her mind first, the unendurable tickling or the undeniable pleasure. Her ringlets were a mess all over her crimson face; she squirmed and shook her head from side to side as more and more moans began to escape through her waves of frantic laughter. Before she knew what was happening, the tickling and the pleasure had switched places in her mind. Jezzine was acutely aware of how moist and sensitive her pussy had become, while the agonizing tickling on her flailing, twitching soles had become the background. Every second that passed, the way the bristles played with her feet made her hips move faster, her legs squeeze together harder. It tickled so damn much and there was nothing she could do but laugh and scream and cry—and damn did it feel good. Faster and faster the contractions between her legs went, the tickling became fuel to the intense feelings of pleasure that rose from her pussy. They overtook her; she couldn’t hold back the molten hot aching any longer.
“AHAHAHAHAHAI’MCUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI’MCUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The orgasm intensely shook her body from head to toe, she howled with laughter one last time before giving way to one long, lustful scream. Reena and the goblin stopped tickling at the same time, looked at each other, then looked up at her.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding: she really does like it,” the goblin remarked.
“REHEHEHEHEHENA MAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHER TURN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT OHOHOFF!” Jezzine’s words appeared and were lost in the resumed peals of hysteria that followed. She couldn’t believe it; she just climaxed from the tickling, in front of her best friend, no less. The first time she had ever been tickled to the point of orgasm was by Reena during one of their fiercer debates. Her blond friend sat on her arms and tickled the soft hollows underneath for almost five minutes. That incident was embarrassing enough, as it led to Reena increasing her teasing during their time together, but Jezzine’s awareness of how tickling made her feel was still strange to her. She was a quiet person and preferred to engage in the fantasy aspect of tickling—when the tickling actually did happen, she was torn between humiliation and enjoyment.
Was it because of Reena’s involvement? Was it her natural inclination to being alone? Jezzine would have given it a little bit more thought if she weren’t so preoccupied at the moment. The shoes didn’t register the fact that they had just caused their victim to have a screaming orgasm. If anything, Jezzine felt more sensitive than before. It was as if the tickling sensations were unhappy at the thought of not being the center of attention and had to reassert themselves. Her feet became an instrument of raw ticklish nerves and the shoes were master conductors, their every scrub and brush that sunk into the soft, supple flesh of her soles resulting in a concerto of violent, forced merriment. Jezzine didn’t know how much more she could take. Her mind could barely process anything other than the unbearable tickling, her body ached from struggling, her throat hurt from laughing, and worst of all: she could feel warmth begin to seep into her pelvis again, starting at the tips of her engorged, soaking lips and flushing deeper into her throbbing pussy.
“Mmm... yeah but I think it’s starting to get to her,” Reena looked back down at the goblin. “You’ve gotta take the shoes off.”
“No way! This is quality research!”
Reena grinned evilly.
“Guess I’ll have to start my research too!”
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” the goblin’s bright eyes widened with fear and she began trying to squirm away, but to no avail. Reena had already collected data on her upperbody—now there was the question of another place to study...
She jolted her fingers into the goblin’s sides for a moment to weaken her and then pulled back to a sitting position. The goblin giggled pleadingly and tried to struggle but Reena proved the faster. Using her legs, Reena kept the mamono on her back while she arranged her body. In a few split seconds she had her prey in a figure-four leg lock and was beaming triumphantly at the look of utter terror on the goblin’s cute face.
“H-haha, you don’t n-need to do that!” the goblin sputtered as she tried to back away but it was no use, the woman had too tight of a hold on her legs. Jezzine’s agonizing laughter still echoed musically in the background. Reena looked down at the prize between her thighs, the goblin’s left leg. As evil ideas began to fill her mind, she couldn’t help but admire the mamono’s thick, green limb, plump and well-muscled from thigh to calf, and only barely covered by a pair of khaki shorts. Her eyes ran down the goblin’s leg to the sandaled foot on the end.
“You won’t be needing this!” Reena said and undid the straps to the sandal. Her fingers moved deftly but she purposely let them “slip” against the sides and instep of the goblins foot. It satisfyingly reduced the mamono’s pleading to incoherent, giggling babbles as she squealed with every false blunder. Reena tossed away the sandal with a grin and her eyes voraciously ate up the goblin’s bare sole. Like the rest of her, it was wide and adorable. The flesh of her sole was a lighter, more muted shade of green that attractively accentuated the shadows cast by the ample wrinkles above her large heels and beneath her wide arches. The mamono scrunched her pudgy toes immediately, as if that would deter her captor.
“Your feet are, like, the cutest!” Reena squealed happily. She looked up at the goblin, still trying to back away with a terrified expression her face. “Will you turn the shoes off now?”
Just as she asked the question, Jezzine moaned through her laughter, a long note that ended in a sensual scream before her laughter overtook her again.
“B-but look at how m-much fun she’s having!” the goblin said.
“Guess you’ll have to have fun too now!” Without wasting another word, Reena brought her fingers down on the goblin’s foot. The surface of her sole was a little rough, but her nails sank in all the same. In an instant the mamono exploded with bubbly, squeaking laughter.
“EEEEYEEEHEHEHE! LEHEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!! EEEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!”
Reena giggled to herself and let her nails glide all over the mamono’s sensitive sole. She loved watching the goblin’s foot twitch and wiggle and madly dance as it tried to escape; it was almost like a game. The foot stretched to the left and Reena ran her nails along the tantalizing plumpness of its side. It jerked to the right and she attacked the center of its plump, wrinkly sole. It jerked down and she wiggled her fingers into the moist, juicy spaces between its toes. No matter where the foot went, Reena was ready, and the mamono was going ballistic. She bounced where sat and flailed her arms and hugged her sides as her body was wracked with hysterical laughter. More than once she would look up at Reena with teary, gleaming eyes and try to plead through her delirious mirth, but to no avail. The woman was merciless in her ravaging of the goblin’s foot, but for good reason. Even she knew that Jezzine had limits.
“Feel like helping yet?”
Reena watched the goblin shake her head from side to side and howl with laughter, her hair a mess of bouncing curls. She frowned and looked back down to the foot. It was much more effective than the mamono’s ribs, but there had to be somewhere else... Her eyes gleamed wickedly and she stopped tickling the goblin’s foot. Instead, she reached over and gave the creature’s captive knee a good squeeze.
“YEEEEEEEEEE!” the goblin cried and jumped.
“Oh so that’s your spot!”
“P-plehehease, I’ll g-go and take the shoes off r-right now!” the goblin mouth was open in abject horror. Reena almost couldn’t stand how adorable the mamono’s face looked.
“Nope! I think you need a little punishment for not helping!”
“B-but what about y-your friEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the goblin fell on her back, holding her sides and squirming every way she could. Reena’s hand had descended on the mamono’s knee again and there it cruelly remained. She squeezed and wiggled her fingers all over the thick surface, loving the goblin’s every frenzied reaction. In no time at all, the goblin’s laughter was as loud as Jezzine’s; she thrashed helplessly on the ground, her arms uselessly at her sides as Reena released peal upon peal of wild laughter. The goblin’s bare foot fiercely struggled and danced, but all it did was attract Reena’s attention. Her free hand began its assault on the bare foot again, scratching and raking up and down the sole while her other hand didn’t leave the goblin’s knee for a second. What the mamono had previously thought was torture was nothing compared to the attack on two fronts now. Her howling, raucous mirth had reached Jezzine’s level of desperate volume, grass and dirt was unearthed in her feral flailing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHKAHAHAHAHAY! I’LL DOHOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIT! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
A few minutes later, Jezzine was splayed out on the ground, panting and giggling to herself, while the goblin sat on her knees beside her, her hands clutching her lap, trying to steady herself and recover from her own torment.
“You know, this is really impressive,” Reena said. She was sitting in front of the two, inspecting Jezzine’s torturous shoes.
“Really?” the goblin perked up.
“Yeah! All the cogs reminds me of toys I’ve had when I was little.”
“What kind of toys?”
Reena set the shoes down and closed her eyes in thought.
“Little puzzle boxes and patterns; we used to play with them all the time! Remember, Jezzine?”
“Uhuh...” Jezzine wheezed without lifting her head.
“No way! My mom’s famous for making those! Did you live around here?”
“We were on the road a lot,” Reena said, “but we always passed by the meadows.”
“Yup! My village is just a bit west! Your folks must have bought a few of her inventions!”
“That’s so cool! And she taught you how to make stuff? You’re really talented!”
The goblin raised her face and beamed broadly.
“My name’s Minxi!”
“I’m Reena and the floppy one is Jezzine.”
“Nice to meet you! Sorry that you had to be my test subjects today.”
“It’s okay, we were kinda, like, asking for trouble to begin with.”
“Yeah I saw you trying to find traps earlier. What were you doing?”
“Well...” Reena hesitated. She looked at Minxi’s earnestly interested face. What harm was there in telling her? “We’re helping some friends work on a book; it’s gonna be about mamono.”
Minxi’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be, like, a helpful guide, what to do if you’re caught by one, how to escape without getting tickled to death, that kinda thing. Sorry that you were sort of our test subject today too.”
“So that’s what you meant by research. Well we’re even now.”
“Oh, totally,” Reena giggled. Jezzine slowly began to lift herself up to a sitting position.
“That’s actually a really good idea,” Minxi remarked. “There’s a lot of really nasty mamono around.”
Jezzine turned her head incredulously at her former tickler.
“You mean you’re okay with us telling people how to deal with your kind?”
“Hey! There’s worse out there than me!” the goblin fired back and wiggled her fingers threateningly at Jezzine, who squealed and edged closer to Reena.
“It’s bad for business if all the humans disappear. Sometimes the really mean ones even capture other mamono. I mean, a little bit of tickling’s okay, but being captured for, I dunno, ever? That’s why when we were little we were warned about going too far away from the village until we can handle ourselves.”
Reena and Jezzine looked at each other in astonishment. Until now she never even imagined that mamono could tickle each other.
“Do you mind if I write this down?” Reena asked.
“Go for it! After how much fun I had I’m happy to help!”
When Reena went for her pack to retrieve her papers, Minxi winked at Jezzine. The young woman’s face burned with humiliation and... something else. Lust? Hope? She would be lying to herself if she said that the experience was all bad. To be tied up and tickled so mercilessly—Jezzine had fantasized about it all too often. Even through the intensity of the torture, it was only natural for her body to have reacted the way it did. She unconsciously squirmed in her seat as she thought about how satisfying those orgasms were, so much more so than when she just thought about being tickled.
“Alright!” Reena returned with the papers and stylus and began jotting things down. “So you’re saying that some mamono actually target other mamono?”
“Duh! If we tickled humans exclusively, we would have died out long ago. As soon as humans started building bigger cities, we started tickling other mamono. It doesn’t taste as amazing, but it’s still good.”
“Huh...” Reena breathed and continued to write. “So it’s tickling in general that... Actually—I don’t understand how it works, like, at all. Mamono can’t eat regular food?”
“Some can’t, but everyone in my village does,” Minxi said. “My favourite food’s roast beef, but I know there are other mamono who can’t get full from anything other than tickling.”
“Full?” it was Jezzine who asked this time.
“Yep. When I’m hungry I like things like rice or meat, but tickling is... different. I don’t think I can explain how. It’s like a deeper feeling of being full, like heavier, but still around my stomach.” She looked up blankly for a second, with a silly little smile that made her face look drunk. “It’s almost like cumming... It’s really really good.”
Reena’s face was an expression of utter enthrallment as she jotted down Minxi’s words. Amazingly, they talked for some time, and the best part was that the mamono didn’t seem at all bothered by the two women’s interest. Far from it, she seemed genuinely happy to help, or at least to have a chance to talk to humans when otherwise they would have been all too eager to keep away from her.
“You’re such a sweetheart, I, like, seriously can’t thank you enough. It would have taken us forever to find out some of this stuff,” Reena said as she finished writing. Jezzine seemed better as she sat close to her friend. Her face was still pink and tired while she rested her chin on Reena’s shoulder, reading over the notes.
“Of course! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten along with humans so well! When traders stop by our village, they just go about doing their business as quickly as they can and then they go.” Minxi’s face broke out in a coy grin. “Unless bartering goes bad for them and they have to spend the night.”
“Oh gods! I don’t even wanna think about it,” Reena said with a shocked look.
“But it’s soooo much fun! Oh—speaking of which, it’s getting late. I should probably head back before it starts to get dark. It was super nice meeting you!”
“Yeah, totally!” The three got up and Minxi ran to Reena to give her a tight hug. The embrace left a warm smile on the goblin’s face; she let go of the blond woman and turned to hug her ringlet-tressed friend.
“I’m sorry I was so mean, I was just so happy that my invention works!”
“I-it’s okay,” Jezzine was taken aback by the suddenness of the hug, but gave in anyway. She couldn’t stay mad at the mamono, no matter how conflicted she was about what had happened. The goblin was warm and soft against her plump body and, despite the state of her clothes, she smelled surprisingly good, like wild berries and sunlight.
“Oh yeah! This may be a weird thing to ask but... Can we have the shoes you made?”
The goblin let go and turned to Reena with a bright, proud smile.
“Of course! I have the blueprints and all the parts, I can whip up another pair in a day or two! But only on one condition.”
Reena pouted her lips worriedly.
“What is it?”
“You have to promise to come visit me! I want to show off my human friends!” The goblin happily exclaimed. She looked at Jezzine in particular, who blushed and fidgeted at her request.
“Of course!”
“Eeeee! I’m so glad! I hope you have luck with your book! Bye!” The mamono hugged them again and ran off into the trees.
“She was really nice!” Reena said with a smile. Jezzine nodded but said nothing else.
You have to promise to come visit!
The words echoed in her mind and she thought about how the mamono made her feel—how through the maddening torture, there was something so sweet and delicious underneath it all that it sent chills down her spine. She thought she was going crazy; she was honestly thinking about taking Minxi up on her offer.
“We should go too,” Reena said as she lifted the goblin’s device off the ground and tucked it away in her pack. “I can’t wait to talk to Lani!”
Two days later, they were back in the city.
“O-oh... you’re the Help Against Mamono Attacks Organization now...” Jezzine said. Dear gods, they’re getting worse, she thought. She looked at Reena, who returned her gaze and probably her thoughts with a sympathetic frown.
“This is incredible!” Aidan couldn’t believe his eyes. Their first report and already it looked just about complete. A few more details, easily captured over the course of the next month, and the entry would be ready for inclusion in the book.
“And these...” Lani remarked as she looked over the goblin’s shoes. “I can’t even begin to imagine how these must have felt.”
“Well... it wasn’t so bad,” Jezzine replied with a light blush on her face.
“We’ll pay you extra—this is really quality work.”
“Wait, wait!” Reena interrupted Lani. “We don’t want the money.”
Lani and Aidan looked at each other.
“Are you serious?” Lani asked. “What about the investment? And your venture?”
“That’s just the thing,” Reena grinned. “We want to invest here!”
Lani and Aidan were speechless.
“Go on...” It was Aidan who spoke this time.
“The way you work is in serious need of a touch-up, I mean, you were about to pay us, like, five times what would have been generous already! Not to mention your advertising was a little bit... well, I’ll just it just could use our help. I’m positive that this business is a great idea, but it can’t keep going the way it is—no matter how much money you have saved up! We want to join your team, we’ll handle all the advertising, talk about all the arrangements for merchandise, information, whatever we have done in the future, and all we want is thirty percent of whatever—”
“Thirty percent?!” Lani cried. “Look, you did good work and all, and I’m not doubting your expertise, but I don’t even have any references! We don’t even have the legal papers for that!”
“We’ll write them up and have them notarized now!” Reena insisted. “That should give you an idea of how valuable our help is. Thirty percent is all we’re asking, and we’ll handle everything that you’ll ever need to worry about—supplies, materials for publishing, hell, we’ll even, like, decorate your headquarters for free!”
Lani brought a hand up to her mouth in thought.
“I can’t, that’s too much.”
“Just take a minute to think about it!”
Lani sighed.
“You’re not gonna let me say no anyway, are you?”
Reena beamed triumphantly.
“Alright, fine. But the first sign of trouble and you’re gone. This is a huge risk we’re taking.”
“You won’t regret it! Get some paper, we’ll get the contracts in order, then I’ll show you what I had in mind for advertising.”
They sat together and wrote up the binding terms that made Reena and Jezzine a permanent part of the venture. The more Lani read of Reena’s notes on the business’s future organization, the more she felt herself grow at ease. There was no doubt about it now: hiring the two merchants was an excellent idea.
General Information on Mamono: A collection of discoveries made by all those involved with the Mamono Survival Agency.
...Fascinatingly enough, although all mamono love ticklish energy, whether they need it to survive or not, not all mamono need to hunt their prey to enjoy it. All mamono are capable of absorbing their own ticklish energy, which they give off (just like any human) when they are tickled. Although the amount absorbed and the level of enjoyment varies between different types of mamono, all are capable of feeding on it. It is speculated that this was a trait that appeared in the last few centuries or so, when human civilizations began to grow larger and the food that mamono prize above all else, human ticklish energy, began to grow scarcer. The ability to absorb their own ticklish energy, and adapt to situations where they may not find humans to prey on for extended periods of time, has saved many types of mamono from extinction...
Here we are! The conclusion of the second chapter to the Mamono Survival Guide. This was a definite pleasure to work with, especially when it came to defining the goblin. I hope it as satisfying to read as it was to write. Enjoy!
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“Eeeee! This is so exciting!” Reena couldn’t help but burst out. They were on the outskirts of Dewdale, leisurely strolling past farms and orchards on their way to their destination in the north, the Agara Meadows. It all happened so fast—just yesterday, Lani was helping them plot a course through the meadows and giving them whatever provisions they didn’t bring themselves.
“Did something feel off to you?” Jezzine asked.
“No, not really.” Reena turned to her friend. How she could pay attention to her surroundings without looking at them and bounce along happily was a mystery to Jezzine. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Just the interview itself maybe. Lani doesn’t seem all that organized. The papers were very good, but the place... not to mention its name...”
“It’s now the Collection of Mamono Data Bureau,” Reena said. “Did you see the new flyers?”
Jezzine winced.
“That’s not particularly catchy either... but that’s part of what I mean. Those flyers and the name changes—it doesn’t seem all that professional to me.”
“I think she’s serious about what she’s doing.”
“But she could have taken more time to prepare.”
“Maybe it’s her first time having a business? It can be hard. You sure are being fussy, Jezz.”
“Everything was just so impromptu,” she insisted. Reena shrugged.
“Does it matter? We’re getting paid and, like, it’s a really good idea. Maybe she just needs help with it.”
Reena stopped in her tracks. When Jezzine turned to look at her, she was alarmed by the enormous grin that had overtaken her friend’s face. That alarm quickly turned to panic. She knew that grin.
“You’re thinking of investing in them, aren’t you?”
“Yes!”
Jezzine frowned. Somehow she thought that their first venture to be somewhat more... stable.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Bullshit! It’s such a good idea! Who else is gonna have the balls to deal with mamono? And who knows? If we work as an information agency, we can also do mercenary work and help people with mamono-related problems and—”
“We can’t do mercenary work; we don’t know anything about mamono other than that they’re ticklish! And even that’s a maybe! It’s too dangerous, we don’t know what could happen, Reena, please, just once will you just listen to me?”
“What could happen? We’ll get tickled! I can handle a little bit of tickling, hell, you even like it!”
Jezzine felt warmth flood her belly at the thought of being helpless under a mamono’s fingers, tongue, tail... but she stifled it. She had to think realistically, rationally; the danger behind the fantasy was just too real.
“No I don’t! And it’s not just a little bit of tickling! People disappear! We don’t know what happens to them, whether they die, or worse!”
“Well, there you go! Think of how many people we’ll be helping. There is, like, so much potential behind this, Jezz, and I know that you know it too!”
All Jezzine wanted was to find their target and collect enough data to be paid outside of their families. But even so, she knew that Reena was right. Apart from the guide, there were a lot of options for written material, art, maybe even tools that the technically-minded could create to help deal with mamono. They would be renowned for pioneering such a dangerous field and would benefit from all the accolades that came with such an achievement: royal funding, fancy dinners, a place in history! But, at the same time, she also liked the idea of not being taken away from the civilized world, never to be heard from again. Even her fantasies had their limits. It was just too dangerous.
“I don’t know...”
“Oh c’mon! Pleeeeeease?” Reena nestled herself into her friend’s large breasts and looked up with pleading eyes and pouting lips. She wrapped her hands around Jezzine’s waist and let her fingers rest on the dangerous spots that curved up into the bottom of her back, right above her abundant butt.
“We should do it! C’mooon!”
“Hahahahaha! Don’t!”
“Don’t what?” Reena’s face turned devilish. “Don’t not tickle you until you agree? Why, I would be happy to, Jezz!”
Jezzine could already barely stifle her giggles with the way Reena’s fingers were positioned, but as soon as those digits began to move, she exploded with screaming laughter.
“I SAHAHAHAHAID DOHOHOHOHON’T EEEEHEHEHAHAHAHA!”
It was too late now; Reena clung tightly and used her fingers to gingerly pinch and prod those deliciously soft little spaces.
“Gah! If only... oh! There!” She triumphantly exclaimed when she found where Jezzine’s shirt began and let her fingers crawl underneath. The tickling was so much more enjoyable now, not to mention easier. Instead of the gliding feeling of the cotton fabric, her fingers could easily press into her friend’s warm, bare skin, where the tickling sensations could be more direct and much more devastating.
“AYEEEEEEEHEHE! REHEHEHENA PLEHEHEHEASE!”
Jezzine was already squirming and dancing the second her friend reached under her shirt. She absolutely hated being tickled there—not just because it was one of her worst spots, but because of the strange intensity of the tickling. The sensations were just so much sharper, ticklish electricity that shot all the way up her back in concentrated, seemingly never-ending bursts. The worst part was that Reena knew exactly how to exploit that soft little section of her back. She alternated from brushing her nails against the flesh to gently squeezing it, each touch tickling worse than the last, reducing Jezzine to a writhing madwoman, jumping with panicked laughter.
“OKAHAHAHAHAHAY! WEHEHEHE’LL DOHOHOHOHO IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
“Oh I’m so glad!”
Reena grinned broadly as she wiggled her fingers just a few more times to extract those last little bits of shrieking laughter, like she was shaking the last drops of juice from a plump fruit, before finally stopping. Jezzine flopped forward over her shoulder, making Reena giggle and rub her shoulder sympathetically.
“You’re... such a bitch... hehe... sometimes...”
“It really is a good idea. You’ll see! Throw me some paper and I’ll get started!”
Jezzine straightened herself, still panting, brushed a few ringlets from her crimson-flushed face, and then reached over to her travelling pack. She handed Reena what she needed, as well as a hard-leather book to serve as a writing surface, and turned to look forward on the road. They would probably reach the trade roads of the meadow by nightfall, and the rest of their excursion would involve patience and tactical thinking, two things she knew were not Reena’s forte.
At least she was bearable now, excitedly beginning the trek to new lands and bright sights. Jezzine sighed as the last tinges of red left her face, leaving it as pale as the rest of her. She had a suspicion that Reena liked travelling more in theory than she did in practice. It was always the same, even with more people on caravan routes: she seemed happy enough when the trip began, helping with plotting courses, keeping to herself, but, inevitably, it would always unravel into—
“Jeeeeezzzz! Are we there yet?” We have to be there already! I saw wild foxgloves two hours ago!”
“Shh!” Jezzine hissed back. “Yeah we’re here, but you still need to be quiet, if we scare everyone away then this whole trip will be pointless!”
“Ugh, it’s getting dark; let’s find somewhere to camp out.”
The dusk sky bathed the rolling meadows in golden-orange light, every flower touched by the setting sun seemed to flicker like a candle, as if fires burned bright under its natural hue, turning the green fields into a tapestry of vivid color. It was beautiful, enough to even keep Reena quiet while they searched for a suitable place to settle for the night. Despite her complaints, she truly was content. She had seen that same sky over the meadows so many times in her youth with Jezzine, on the road with her family’s caravan. That she was watching the sun go down now, free to pursue her own enterprises, was no small thing. Farther on the horizon the sparse trees began to grow closer together; they were able to find shelter under the loose canopy of one of these little copses before the sun finally disappeared and made way for the starry night. In no time at all they had a warm fire and were arranging their sleeping area.
“Ohhh the sleeping bags are so warm!” Reena chirped as she snuggled into hers. “Fur-lined! They’re a lot like ours used to be!”
“I don’t think they were that easy to come by either,” Jezzine fingered the material.
“You’re thinking about their money again?”
“Yeah. They did say that they had a lot, but how long is that gonna last?”
“See?” Reena flashed her friend a bright smile. “They really do need us!”
Jezzine rolled her eyes when Reena reached for the parchment again to scribble down a few notes. With any luck, Lani and Aidan will end up being too prideful or distracted to accept their help. She ruffled through her pack for her tome and settled in by the firelight. They spent the night in comfortable silence. Reena was the first to put away her parchment and fall asleep. Jezzine followed soon after, the dim lighting and the tiny words made it impossible to stay awake and before she knew it she joined Reena, the book still on her chest when she fell asleep.
Morning arrived with the sound of birds and the sweet, smoky smell of a dwindled campfire. Jezzine rose to see that Reena was already up, snacking on one of their dried sausages and going over the papers.
“Good morning, sleepy-butt!” Reena said cheerily. She looked up from her reading to her friend and burst out laughing. Jezzine narrowed her already half-shut eyes until they were angry little slits. Almost every time the two slept together, Reena always awoke in a laughing fit. You’d think that after being friends for so long, she would be used to seeing Jezzine’s hair in the morning.
“Did you just get up?”
“About an hour or two ago,” Reena replied. She put down the papers and got up. She was barefoot and dressed only in her white underclothes. Her shirt crept up her torso as she stretched, exposing the bottom of her lithely muscled abdomen. “I would have woken you, but you were just so sound.”
Jezzine rubbed her eyes and lifted her hands to her head with a groan. No good. Her ringlets were everywhere; they surrounded her head like a halo of dark brown curls, messily falling all over the place.
“You can take your time you know, I doubt any of the mamono are up yet.”
Jezzine nodded and started to muss through her hair, finding knots where there shouldn’t be and undoing them so that gravity could do the rest. It took her almost half an hour of discomfort before her hair was finally the way she wanted it to be.
“Alright,” Jezzine shook her head one last time. “We should probably start looking.”
“Don’t you want breakfast?”
“Mmm... I’ll have it as we go.”
“Alright! Let’s do it! We’re gonna bag us a mamono!”
Jezzine sighed. Reena was enthusiastic and energetic this morning. It was a very good thing; she would be an important asset to the task until—
“There are no signs anywhere! We’re not trackers! Oh my gods this is taking, like, forever!”
“Okay let’s take a break.” Jezzine sat against the trunk of her tree with an exasperated huff. She wasn’t happy with Reena’s grumbling but she had to admit, they weren’t having any luck anyway. Why was it so hard? When she was younger she remembered how easily she was taught to spot the mamono’s traps. A bend of the branch, a strange density on the ground, but nothing now! They had looked through several of the trees in the meadow and the grassy rolls in between.
“Let’s try over that hill.” Reena pointed to the north. Under the shade of the trees, Jezzine didn’t have to squint to see the fluffy green tops of trees over a rise in the earth.
“May as well,” Jezzine puffed and rose. At least the hill was close, but she was not expecting to find anything out of the ordinary. Either the mamono had hidden their traps exceptionally well, or they simply don’t stalk the area as much anymore. Do travellers not wander from the roads as much? Their first commission and they weren’t going to find anything—a terrible start to what Reena thought would be a lucrative venture. When they reached the top of the hill, they saw over the decline that this scattering of trees had more bushes in between, obscuring the spaces of the grass. It looked promising enough; Jezzine barely had time to glance at the bush when she walked over it and found out just how promising it was.
“Aiiiieeeeeeeeee!”
Before she knew it, she was in the air, squealing as she soared a few feet before bouncing to a halt under the closest tree. Reena’s dumbfounded upside down face greeted her.
“Finally!” Reena exclaimed. “Alright! The mamono should be nearby!”
“W-wait! Help me down before we start looking!” There was genuine panic in Jezzine’s voice. It was the view more than the situation that distressed her; something about being upside down that disoriented her more intensely than other people.
“You’ll have to pull yourself up, I can’t reach the rope.”
Jezzine tried to look around. She was close to the tree’s trunk, that much would definitely be helpful on the way up. Facing the trunk, she placed her hands on either side until she had strong enough of a hold. With great difficulty, she tensed all of her muscles and tried to lift herself up, following the trunk and straining her belly to keep herself from falling. After what seemed like an eternity, she tightly hugged the branch to which the rope was tied. She looked up and saw a pair of bright yellow eyes staring back at her.
“No way! Someone finally tripped it!” the voice from the treetops excitedly squealed.
The voice came from the treetops and Jezzine screamed at the top of her lungs.
“REENA! THE MAMONO’S UP HERE!”
Reena looked past her friend’s form and sure enough, there it was. The first thing that struck her was how vivid the mamono’s deep green skin was, as verdant as the forest’s canopy and lightly glistening with sweat. Its soft belly, well-muscled arms, thick thighs, and the tops of its round breasts were bare, and what parts weren’t naked were covered with rough-leather garbs, rugged in appearance, but comfortable enough from the way the creature wore them. A goblin! Reena swallowed; she looked up at her small, heart-shaped face, smirking wickedly beneath its glinting lemon eyes and messy maroon hair. The mamono was adorable!
“Stop gawking!” Jezzine queaked. “Get me down!”
“Oh no you don’t! Do you know how long I’ve been up here?” the goblin’s voice was an angry, bubbly burst as she crawled over to where Jezzine’s arms held onto the branch.
“G-get away!” she cried at the goblin but to no avail. The creature was coming closer to her hands, but she couldn’t just let go! The fall was scary, even if it wasn’t dangerous! All Jezzine could do was whimper as the goblin tied her hands together where they overlapped in their hold on the branch. Now she couldn’t let go of the branch, even if she wanted to. She released her grip entirely but stayed in the same position from how tightly the mamono had tied her to the branch. Where did the goblin get the rope from anyway?
“Ooooh! I waited so long to try this!” the goblin’s cute face was an expression of pure excitement. “And I get someone so cute!” She giggled to herself as she continued along the branch to where the rope tied to Jezzine’s foot was secured. She straddled the branch, reached underneath, and pulled the rope up, grunting with effort but still accomplishing the remarkable task of lifting the lower half of a particularly curvy young woman. When the full free length of the rope was in her hands and her prey’s struggling foot was above the branch, she clapped her hands excitedly.
“Oh wait!” the goblin said as if she suddenly remembered something. “Your free foot!”
“Reena, get up here already!” Jezzine screamed.
“I’m trying to find a way up! It’s not like you won’t enjoy it anyway!”
“STOP FUCKING TELLING EVERYONE THAT!”
The goblin balanced herself over on the branch with her belly and began reaching for Jezzine’s other foot. The poor young woman kicked and squeaked but only succeeded in accidentally letting her foot get within range of the goblin’s grasping hands.
“Gotcha!”
The mamono’s grip was bizarrely strong. Jezzine couldn’t kick away even if she wanted to (and at this point, it was questionable how much she actually wanted to.) In a matter of seconds, the goblin had used the extra rope to tie her feet together above the branch, effectively mounting Jezzine upside-down like a juicy boar on a spit.
“Jezz, I found a perch! I’ll be up in a second!”
“OHMYGODSHURRY!” her friend screamed.
“Ohhh you’re a ticklish one aren’t you? Heehee! I’m so excited!” the goblin eyes half-hidden under a giddy smile. She moved herself closer to the end of the branch where she could have a better view of her prey’s feet. In addition to her merchant’s garb, Jezzine wore bright orange flat shoes that snugly wrapped around the edges of her feet—a stylish pair that may as well not have been there, for all the protection it offered. The goblin slipped one finger under the heel of Jezzine’s struggling foot and lifted the shoe up. She waited a few more moments, smiling as she savoured her victim’s protests and then with a flick of her hand, discarded the shoe entirely. It fell away from Jezzine’s bared foot and hit the grass with a soft thud.
“Aww! Those are so cute! I wonder if they’re as squishy as they look!”
The goblin giggled excitedly to herself as she flipped off Jezzine’s other shoe. Her prey’s bare feet wiggled and scrunched fearfully before her. She really did find a treat; Jezzine’s milky-white soles were plump and smooth, with round, lightly pinked and large arches that sensually drew attention to the soft hollows beneath and the attractive length of her shapely, wiggling toes. When her toes scrunched down as hard as they could, the goblin could see the sheen of white nail polish. Nail paint wasn’t cheap, especially with what it cost to import; she wondered if perhaps her captive could be bartered with. At any rate, that could be put on hold. She eyed Jezzine’s feet with voracious hunger.
The mamono wasted no time in getting her hands on her prey’s delicious soles. She laid all ten of her fingers down on the bottoms of Jezzine’s feet and let them glide all over the silky smooth flesh. Her fingers left deep trails of pressure in the soft skin, rubbing gently and creating wrinkles where there were none in the supple surfaces. Jezzine bit her lip as she tried her absolute hardest not to burst out laughing. Even the ginger rubbing was enough to fire intense, tickly shocks from the bottoms of her feet to the forefront of her brain. She didn’t know how long she would be able to hold her laughter in. The goblin was beginning to move faster, no longer kneading her victim’s soles with the pads of her fingers but slowly edging towards conducting the movements with the tips of her digits. Jezzine screwed her eyes shut and tried to hold her breath to stop the laughter bubbling deep inside her. Every second it became more and more unbearable; the poor woman threw her head side to side, her feet trembled violently with every touch, her face turning red as tears streamed down her shining cheeks.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAOHOHOHOHGAHAHAHAHADSTAHAHAHAHAHAP!”
The dam that Jezzine had been holding back had finally broke; she exploded with screaming laughter—but as soon as the goblin got what she wanted, she giggled and stopped.
“Your friend’s right—you really do like it!”
As Jezzine’s laughter winded down she realized that her back was arched and she was unconsciously biting her lip. The truth was that as soon as the goblins fingers met her feet, the intense tickling sensations weren’t the only things that flooded her body. Her face burned with humiliation and she squirmed to try to dispel the warmth in her pelvis.
“Ugh! I hate climbing! Jezz, I’m almost there, hang on!”
In a flash, the goblin’s face was in front of Jezzine’s, her eyes twinkling mischievously and her cute green cheeks flushed with a lusty glow.
“Wait till you see what I made! I can’t wait to finally try it out!”
Jezzine whimpered and struggled anew, but beneath her fear was a bubbling font of curious excitement. Her arguments the other day were completely forgotten now. Why not enjoy herself? She wasn’t exactly whisked away to never be heard from again, she just found herself in one little predicament from which Reena was going to rescue her. It wasn’t that big of a deal—she was finally going to experience what she had only been able to fantasize.
“Aren’t they neat?”
Jezzine’s eyes widened. The goblin had pulled from her bag what was, at first glance, a pair of shoes, but they were unlike any pair that that the young woman had ever seen. They were menacing and complicated-looking; their bottoms contained gears and cogs held together by a matrix of screws and their tops were a collection of angled bristles and brushes; layers of metal and leather separated the two from each other. The shoes were divided overall into sections that each had different sized straps and adjustable screws, meant to fit any and all feet with the proper modifications.
“Shit! Hahahaha! Heehee, no! Wait!” Jezzine blurted. The goblin was beginning to attach the contraption to her feet. She had no idea what agony its full potential could unleash, but the process of putting the shoes on was already enough to get her giggling. Her tormentor was maddeningly delicate; she could feel the slightest dragging of the brushes as they were adjusted to snugly rest on the soft bottoms of her feet. This slow, unintentional tickling was unbearable, but the brushes stopped moving when the goblin began to tie her toes back to the frame that fit over the top of her feet.
“Mmphmhm... P-plehease! Reena hahahurry!” Jezzine’s voice was touched with fear, which the mamono reacted to with a broad, pleased smile. Even unmoving, the strong bristles titillated her flesh to the point of twitching, which created movement in her soles which resulted in more movement from the brushes, which resulted in more tickling! Jezzine released a flurry of squealing giggles; she began to writhe, half from the self-inflicted torture and half from how strangely good it felt. The warmth between her legs grew moister, more distracting—despite herself, she wished she had a hand free.
The goblin sat back, admiring her work, and suddenly she snapped her head up with a terrified expression. Reena was finally up on the branch, grinning triumphantly.
“You’re gonna get it now!” the blond said and wiggled her fingers at the goblin. The mamono squeaked and immediately looked back down at her captive’s feet. There were two knobs on either heel of the shoes. She had to act fast before the other woman got to her. Just as Reena began to make her way over on the branch, the goblin’s hands shot down and turned both knobs. The gears began to turn and grind and a second later Jezzine’s reaction sent birds fleeing from the treetops.
It was the loudest Reena had ever heard her friend laugh—she jumped the moment Jezzine exploded with hysterical mirth. Reena tripped over her own feet with a startled scream and her hands went flailing, trying to grab onto something so as not to fall. Fortunately enough, she grabbed hold of the goblin’s ankle as she went down over the branch and the mamono screamed and tumbled down with her grappler, landing on top of her with an “oof!”
“Ow! You could have broken my invention, meanie!” the goblin angrily puffed, but her eyes lit up when she realized that she had recovered faster from the fall—she had the advantage. “A-ha!” she fiercely cried and dug her fingers into the second woman’s sides.
“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! GET OFF HAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHO!” Reena’s squealing, lighter laughter joined Jezzine’s howling storm, like a second instrument accompanying a mirthful orchestra that was already in full force.
“Nuh-uh!” the goblin looked at Reena bizarrely, as if it was strange that her prey didn’t want to be tickled. “How often will I get two cute humans to play with? Just have fun laughing! Tickle, tickle!”
“HAHAHAHA I DOHOHOHON’T WAHAHANT TO!” Reena defensively tried to clench squeeze her arms to her side, but of course it was counterproductive. All it did was trap the goblin’s fingers, where she firmly kneaded and wiggled them into Reena’s sensitive ribs. It didn’t help that, in the past, whenever Jezzine got fed up with her constant tickling, that was usually the first spot she went to—and it was a good one. If Reena didn’t go on the offensive now, she wouldn’t be able to get away. Clenching her teeth through forced laughter, her hands shot out and desperately probed the goblin for a weak spot, anywhere that would ease up the assault. Pleasantly enough, she found success in the mamono’s own ribs.
“Aiieeeehehehe! Nohoho!” the goblin squeaked when her prey’s hands clamped onto her sides. Things were definitely not going the way she wanted them to now. She writhed and bounced on top of Reena, uncertain whether she wanted to focus more on getting away or trying to out-tickle her foe. Both options didn’t seem promising: Reena began to recover, still laughing from where the goblin held and pressed her fingers, but there was more tactical wiggling now. Helpless, high-pitched laughter escaped the goblin’s mouth as she tried to stay on, but to no avail—in one swift move, Reena was on top of the goblin, digging her fingers into the little green creature’s sides and unleashing peal after peal of shrieking mirth.
“Aww! Does the widdle mamono have ticklish sides?” Reena cooed with an enormous grin as she spidered her fingers all over the goblin’s ribs, counting from top to bottom and bottom to top over and over again. The mamono could barely answer. She whipped her head from side to side, flailing and squealing but otherwise making little progress in escaping her former prey’s clutches.
“Are you ticklish up here too?” she grinned broadly and let her fingers slide up into the hollows of the goblin’s underarms. The mamono replied with more laughter, a touch louder and more violent.
Reena was having so much fun that she completely forgot about Jezzine’s predicament. Even as her friend was fighting the goblin, the sound of Jezzine’s hysterical laughter didn’t let up for a minute. The device was absolutely brutal in its efficiency in wreaking ticklish havoc on her sensitive feet. She was aware of rotary brushes on her heels, rolling bristles under the spaces of her toes, sliding scrubbers at the centers of her soles that moved up and down from just the top of her heel to just under her arches. And she couldn’t pull her toes down to defend herself! All she could do was laugh a frenetic storm as the shoes worked tirelessly on her feet, leaving tiny, red paths and marks as they pulled and pushed infinite tiny paths against the tender flesh. It was the worst Jezzine had ever been tickled, never once did she think she could have been overwhelmed with such insanely torturous sensations. The bottoms of her feet felt as though they were on fire—but the worst part was how wet the torment was making her. In the back of her mind, in a part somewhere that wasn’t pre-occupied with the screaming signals that her feet were sending her, she could feel her pussy quivering and her ample hips grinding. It wasn’t certain what would overtake her mind first, the unendurable tickling or the undeniable pleasure. Her ringlets were a mess all over her crimson face; she squirmed and shook her head from side to side as more and more moans began to escape through her waves of frantic laughter. Before she knew what was happening, the tickling and the pleasure had switched places in her mind. Jezzine was acutely aware of how moist and sensitive her pussy had become, while the agonizing tickling on her flailing, twitching soles had become the background. Every second that passed, the way the bristles played with her feet made her hips move faster, her legs squeeze together harder. It tickled so damn much and there was nothing she could do but laugh and scream and cry—and damn did it feel good. Faster and faster the contractions between her legs went, the tickling became fuel to the intense feelings of pleasure that rose from her pussy. They overtook her; she couldn’t hold back the molten hot aching any longer.
“AHAHAHAHAHAI’MCUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAI’MCUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
The orgasm intensely shook her body from head to toe, she howled with laughter one last time before giving way to one long, lustful scream. Reena and the goblin stopped tickling at the same time, looked at each other, then looked up at her.
“Wow, you weren’t kidding: she really does like it,” the goblin remarked.
“REHEHEHEHEHENA MAHAHAHAHAKE HEHEHEHEHER TURN HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IT OHOHOFF!” Jezzine’s words appeared and were lost in the resumed peals of hysteria that followed. She couldn’t believe it; she just climaxed from the tickling, in front of her best friend, no less. The first time she had ever been tickled to the point of orgasm was by Reena during one of their fiercer debates. Her blond friend sat on her arms and tickled the soft hollows underneath for almost five minutes. That incident was embarrassing enough, as it led to Reena increasing her teasing during their time together, but Jezzine’s awareness of how tickling made her feel was still strange to her. She was a quiet person and preferred to engage in the fantasy aspect of tickling—when the tickling actually did happen, she was torn between humiliation and enjoyment.
Was it because of Reena’s involvement? Was it her natural inclination to being alone? Jezzine would have given it a little bit more thought if she weren’t so preoccupied at the moment. The shoes didn’t register the fact that they had just caused their victim to have a screaming orgasm. If anything, Jezzine felt more sensitive than before. It was as if the tickling sensations were unhappy at the thought of not being the center of attention and had to reassert themselves. Her feet became an instrument of raw ticklish nerves and the shoes were master conductors, their every scrub and brush that sunk into the soft, supple flesh of her soles resulting in a concerto of violent, forced merriment. Jezzine didn’t know how much more she could take. Her mind could barely process anything other than the unbearable tickling, her body ached from struggling, her throat hurt from laughing, and worst of all: she could feel warmth begin to seep into her pelvis again, starting at the tips of her engorged, soaking lips and flushing deeper into her throbbing pussy.
“Mmm... yeah but I think it’s starting to get to her,” Reena looked back down at the goblin. “You’ve gotta take the shoes off.”
“No way! This is quality research!”
Reena grinned evilly.
“Guess I’ll have to start my research too!”
“Wh-what do you mean by that?” the goblin’s bright eyes widened with fear and she began trying to squirm away, but to no avail. Reena had already collected data on her upperbody—now there was the question of another place to study...
She jolted her fingers into the goblin’s sides for a moment to weaken her and then pulled back to a sitting position. The goblin giggled pleadingly and tried to struggle but Reena proved the faster. Using her legs, Reena kept the mamono on her back while she arranged her body. In a few split seconds she had her prey in a figure-four leg lock and was beaming triumphantly at the look of utter terror on the goblin’s cute face.
“H-haha, you don’t n-need to do that!” the goblin sputtered as she tried to back away but it was no use, the woman had too tight of a hold on her legs. Jezzine’s agonizing laughter still echoed musically in the background. Reena looked down at the prize between her thighs, the goblin’s left leg. As evil ideas began to fill her mind, she couldn’t help but admire the mamono’s thick, green limb, plump and well-muscled from thigh to calf, and only barely covered by a pair of khaki shorts. Her eyes ran down the goblin’s leg to the sandaled foot on the end.
“You won’t be needing this!” Reena said and undid the straps to the sandal. Her fingers moved deftly but she purposely let them “slip” against the sides and instep of the goblins foot. It satisfyingly reduced the mamono’s pleading to incoherent, giggling babbles as she squealed with every false blunder. Reena tossed away the sandal with a grin and her eyes voraciously ate up the goblin’s bare sole. Like the rest of her, it was wide and adorable. The flesh of her sole was a lighter, more muted shade of green that attractively accentuated the shadows cast by the ample wrinkles above her large heels and beneath her wide arches. The mamono scrunched her pudgy toes immediately, as if that would deter her captor.
“Your feet are, like, the cutest!” Reena squealed happily. She looked up at the goblin, still trying to back away with a terrified expression her face. “Will you turn the shoes off now?”
Just as she asked the question, Jezzine moaned through her laughter, a long note that ended in a sensual scream before her laughter overtook her again.
“B-but look at how m-much fun she’s having!” the goblin said.
“Guess you’ll have to have fun too now!” Without wasting another word, Reena brought her fingers down on the goblin’s foot. The surface of her sole was a little rough, but her nails sank in all the same. In an instant the mamono exploded with bubbly, squeaking laughter.
“EEEEYEEEHEHEHE! LEHEHEHEHET GOHOHOHOHO!! EEEEHEHAHAHAHAHA!”
Reena giggled to herself and let her nails glide all over the mamono’s sensitive sole. She loved watching the goblin’s foot twitch and wiggle and madly dance as it tried to escape; it was almost like a game. The foot stretched to the left and Reena ran her nails along the tantalizing plumpness of its side. It jerked to the right and she attacked the center of its plump, wrinkly sole. It jerked down and she wiggled her fingers into the moist, juicy spaces between its toes. No matter where the foot went, Reena was ready, and the mamono was going ballistic. She bounced where sat and flailed her arms and hugged her sides as her body was wracked with hysterical laughter. More than once she would look up at Reena with teary, gleaming eyes and try to plead through her delirious mirth, but to no avail. The woman was merciless in her ravaging of the goblin’s foot, but for good reason. Even she knew that Jezzine had limits.
“Feel like helping yet?”
Reena watched the goblin shake her head from side to side and howl with laughter, her hair a mess of bouncing curls. She frowned and looked back down to the foot. It was much more effective than the mamono’s ribs, but there had to be somewhere else... Her eyes gleamed wickedly and she stopped tickling the goblin’s foot. Instead, she reached over and gave the creature’s captive knee a good squeeze.
“YEEEEEEEEEE!” the goblin cried and jumped.
“Oh so that’s your spot!”
“P-plehehease, I’ll g-go and take the shoes off r-right now!” the goblin mouth was open in abject horror. Reena almost couldn’t stand how adorable the mamono’s face looked.
“Nope! I think you need a little punishment for not helping!”
“B-but what about y-your friEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” the goblin fell on her back, holding her sides and squirming every way she could. Reena’s hand had descended on the mamono’s knee again and there it cruelly remained. She squeezed and wiggled her fingers all over the thick surface, loving the goblin’s every frenzied reaction. In no time at all, the goblin’s laughter was as loud as Jezzine’s; she thrashed helplessly on the ground, her arms uselessly at her sides as Reena released peal upon peal of wild laughter. The goblin’s bare foot fiercely struggled and danced, but all it did was attract Reena’s attention. Her free hand began its assault on the bare foot again, scratching and raking up and down the sole while her other hand didn’t leave the goblin’s knee for a second. What the mamono had previously thought was torture was nothing compared to the attack on two fronts now. Her howling, raucous mirth had reached Jezzine’s level of desperate volume, grass and dirt was unearthed in her feral flailing.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHKAHAHAHAHAY! I’LL DOHOHOHOHOH IHIHIHIT! JUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
A few minutes later, Jezzine was splayed out on the ground, panting and giggling to herself, while the goblin sat on her knees beside her, her hands clutching her lap, trying to steady herself and recover from her own torment.
“You know, this is really impressive,” Reena said. She was sitting in front of the two, inspecting Jezzine’s torturous shoes.
“Really?” the goblin perked up.
“Yeah! All the cogs reminds me of toys I’ve had when I was little.”
“What kind of toys?”
Reena set the shoes down and closed her eyes in thought.
“Little puzzle boxes and patterns; we used to play with them all the time! Remember, Jezzine?”
“Uhuh...” Jezzine wheezed without lifting her head.
“No way! My mom’s famous for making those! Did you live around here?”
“We were on the road a lot,” Reena said, “but we always passed by the meadows.”
“Yup! My village is just a bit west! Your folks must have bought a few of her inventions!”
“That’s so cool! And she taught you how to make stuff? You’re really talented!”
The goblin raised her face and beamed broadly.
“My name’s Minxi!”
“I’m Reena and the floppy one is Jezzine.”
“Nice to meet you! Sorry that you had to be my test subjects today.”
“It’s okay, we were kinda, like, asking for trouble to begin with.”
“Yeah I saw you trying to find traps earlier. What were you doing?”
“Well...” Reena hesitated. She looked at Minxi’s earnestly interested face. What harm was there in telling her? “We’re helping some friends work on a book; it’s gonna be about mamono.”
Minxi’s eyes were as wide as saucers.
“Really?”
“Yeah, it’s gonna be, like, a helpful guide, what to do if you’re caught by one, how to escape without getting tickled to death, that kinda thing. Sorry that you were sort of our test subject today too.”
“So that’s what you meant by research. Well we’re even now.”
“Oh, totally,” Reena giggled. Jezzine slowly began to lift herself up to a sitting position.
“That’s actually a really good idea,” Minxi remarked. “There’s a lot of really nasty mamono around.”
Jezzine turned her head incredulously at her former tickler.
“You mean you’re okay with us telling people how to deal with your kind?”
“Hey! There’s worse out there than me!” the goblin fired back and wiggled her fingers threateningly at Jezzine, who squealed and edged closer to Reena.
“It’s bad for business if all the humans disappear. Sometimes the really mean ones even capture other mamono. I mean, a little bit of tickling’s okay, but being captured for, I dunno, ever? That’s why when we were little we were warned about going too far away from the village until we can handle ourselves.”
Reena and Jezzine looked at each other in astonishment. Until now she never even imagined that mamono could tickle each other.
“Do you mind if I write this down?” Reena asked.
“Go for it! After how much fun I had I’m happy to help!”
When Reena went for her pack to retrieve her papers, Minxi winked at Jezzine. The young woman’s face burned with humiliation and... something else. Lust? Hope? She would be lying to herself if she said that the experience was all bad. To be tied up and tickled so mercilessly—Jezzine had fantasized about it all too often. Even through the intensity of the torture, it was only natural for her body to have reacted the way it did. She unconsciously squirmed in her seat as she thought about how satisfying those orgasms were, so much more so than when she just thought about being tickled.
“Alright!” Reena returned with the papers and stylus and began jotting things down. “So you’re saying that some mamono actually target other mamono?”
“Duh! If we tickled humans exclusively, we would have died out long ago. As soon as humans started building bigger cities, we started tickling other mamono. It doesn’t taste as amazing, but it’s still good.”
“Huh...” Reena breathed and continued to write. “So it’s tickling in general that... Actually—I don’t understand how it works, like, at all. Mamono can’t eat regular food?”
“Some can’t, but everyone in my village does,” Minxi said. “My favourite food’s roast beef, but I know there are other mamono who can’t get full from anything other than tickling.”
“Full?” it was Jezzine who asked this time.
“Yep. When I’m hungry I like things like rice or meat, but tickling is... different. I don’t think I can explain how. It’s like a deeper feeling of being full, like heavier, but still around my stomach.” She looked up blankly for a second, with a silly little smile that made her face look drunk. “It’s almost like cumming... It’s really really good.”
Reena’s face was an expression of utter enthrallment as she jotted down Minxi’s words. Amazingly, they talked for some time, and the best part was that the mamono didn’t seem at all bothered by the two women’s interest. Far from it, she seemed genuinely happy to help, or at least to have a chance to talk to humans when otherwise they would have been all too eager to keep away from her.
“You’re such a sweetheart, I, like, seriously can’t thank you enough. It would have taken us forever to find out some of this stuff,” Reena said as she finished writing. Jezzine seemed better as she sat close to her friend. Her face was still pink and tired while she rested her chin on Reena’s shoulder, reading over the notes.
“Of course! I don’t think I’ve ever gotten along with humans so well! When traders stop by our village, they just go about doing their business as quickly as they can and then they go.” Minxi’s face broke out in a coy grin. “Unless bartering goes bad for them and they have to spend the night.”
“Oh gods! I don’t even wanna think about it,” Reena said with a shocked look.
“But it’s soooo much fun! Oh—speaking of which, it’s getting late. I should probably head back before it starts to get dark. It was super nice meeting you!”
“Yeah, totally!” The three got up and Minxi ran to Reena to give her a tight hug. The embrace left a warm smile on the goblin’s face; she let go of the blond woman and turned to hug her ringlet-tressed friend.
“I’m sorry I was so mean, I was just so happy that my invention works!”
“I-it’s okay,” Jezzine was taken aback by the suddenness of the hug, but gave in anyway. She couldn’t stay mad at the mamono, no matter how conflicted she was about what had happened. The goblin was warm and soft against her plump body and, despite the state of her clothes, she smelled surprisingly good, like wild berries and sunlight.
“Oh yeah! This may be a weird thing to ask but... Can we have the shoes you made?”
The goblin let go and turned to Reena with a bright, proud smile.
“Of course! I have the blueprints and all the parts, I can whip up another pair in a day or two! But only on one condition.”
Reena pouted her lips worriedly.
“What is it?”
“You have to promise to come visit me! I want to show off my human friends!” The goblin happily exclaimed. She looked at Jezzine in particular, who blushed and fidgeted at her request.
“Of course!”
“Eeeee! I’m so glad! I hope you have luck with your book! Bye!” The mamono hugged them again and ran off into the trees.
“She was really nice!” Reena said with a smile. Jezzine nodded but said nothing else.
You have to promise to come visit!
The words echoed in her mind and she thought about how the mamono made her feel—how through the maddening torture, there was something so sweet and delicious underneath it all that it sent chills down her spine. She thought she was going crazy; she was honestly thinking about taking Minxi up on her offer.
“We should go too,” Reena said as she lifted the goblin’s device off the ground and tucked it away in her pack. “I can’t wait to talk to Lani!”
Two days later, they were back in the city.
“O-oh... you’re the Help Against Mamono Attacks Organization now...” Jezzine said. Dear gods, they’re getting worse, she thought. She looked at Reena, who returned her gaze and probably her thoughts with a sympathetic frown.
“This is incredible!” Aidan couldn’t believe his eyes. Their first report and already it looked just about complete. A few more details, easily captured over the course of the next month, and the entry would be ready for inclusion in the book.
“And these...” Lani remarked as she looked over the goblin’s shoes. “I can’t even begin to imagine how these must have felt.”
“Well... it wasn’t so bad,” Jezzine replied with a light blush on her face.
“We’ll pay you extra—this is really quality work.”
“Wait, wait!” Reena interrupted Lani. “We don’t want the money.”
Lani and Aidan looked at each other.
“Are you serious?” Lani asked. “What about the investment? And your venture?”
“That’s just the thing,” Reena grinned. “We want to invest here!”
Lani and Aidan were speechless.
“Go on...” It was Aidan who spoke this time.
“The way you work is in serious need of a touch-up, I mean, you were about to pay us, like, five times what would have been generous already! Not to mention your advertising was a little bit... well, I’ll just it just could use our help. I’m positive that this business is a great idea, but it can’t keep going the way it is—no matter how much money you have saved up! We want to join your team, we’ll handle all the advertising, talk about all the arrangements for merchandise, information, whatever we have done in the future, and all we want is thirty percent of whatever—”
“Thirty percent?!” Lani cried. “Look, you did good work and all, and I’m not doubting your expertise, but I don’t even have any references! We don’t even have the legal papers for that!”
“We’ll write them up and have them notarized now!” Reena insisted. “That should give you an idea of how valuable our help is. Thirty percent is all we’re asking, and we’ll handle everything that you’ll ever need to worry about—supplies, materials for publishing, hell, we’ll even, like, decorate your headquarters for free!”
Lani brought a hand up to her mouth in thought.
“I can’t, that’s too much.”
“Just take a minute to think about it!”
Lani sighed.
“You’re not gonna let me say no anyway, are you?”
Reena beamed triumphantly.
“Alright, fine. But the first sign of trouble and you’re gone. This is a huge risk we’re taking.”
“You won’t regret it! Get some paper, we’ll get the contracts in order, then I’ll show you what I had in mind for advertising.”
They sat together and wrote up the binding terms that made Reena and Jezzine a permanent part of the venture. The more Lani read of Reena’s notes on the business’s future organization, the more she felt herself grow at ease. There was no doubt about it now: hiring the two merchants was an excellent idea.
General Information on Mamono: A collection of discoveries made by all those involved with the Mamono Survival Agency.
...Fascinatingly enough, although all mamono love ticklish energy, whether they need it to survive or not, not all mamono need to hunt their prey to enjoy it. All mamono are capable of absorbing their own ticklish energy, which they give off (just like any human) when they are tickled. Although the amount absorbed and the level of enjoyment varies between different types of mamono, all are capable of feeding on it. It is speculated that this was a trait that appeared in the last few centuries or so, when human civilizations began to grow larger and the food that mamono prize above all else, human ticklish energy, began to grow scarcer. The ability to absorb their own ticklish energy, and adapt to situations where they may not find humans to prey on for extended periods of time, has saved many types of mamono from extinction...
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