Featherdemon
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Hello all,
A little teaser into the nature of Feathers and his Kats....
Please let me know what you think!
F,
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The blood; it was the blood that changed everything.
All that had happened up to that point had been tolerable. The conflict between Feather’s Kats and the Lizard people of Setsz had been going on for a very long time and this was all part of the game. This kind of activity was to be expected but there were always rules.
But the blood, her blood, was the thing that brought the storm.
My name is not important to this tale or even for its telling, nor is who I am or what I do when I’m not lost in the pleasures of tickle hell. But you must heed my words so you can learn from them.
What is important is what I was witness to. What I saw changed everything for me, made me see this Feathers in a new light; made me realise why his Kats are just so damn adorable and fearless regardless of who or what they face. It made me realise why the Kats, those wonderful and impossible creatures, why they care so little for violence and why threats of violence seem so inconsequential.
I used to think it was because they were scared and that they couldn’t fight, that it was fear that held them in check. I was wrong, god I was so wrong!
It’s not fear for themselves that keeps them from fighting – it’s fear for what follows.
I was sat there, in one of the countless dungeons deep in Feathers’ realm with my own tickling temptress Meexy when it happened. I was naked and as vulnerable as you could ever want to be with one his Kats working their skills. There were half a dozen men and women in the room with me, equally helpless and riddled with laughter. I had been laughing helplessly with my hands wrapped in chains above my head, loving every delicate sensation.
Then it all happened.
One minute there was just open space and then in the next instant there twelve massive lizards standing there. I had never seen anything so scary in my entire life, well at that point any way. They were monstrous things, these lizards, like dinosaurs but walking as men. They all had fiery red scales and black lifeless eyes. Each one stood at least seven feet tall, the leader seemed even taller than that. They carried axes and scimitars, as if they would ever need them.
Had I not been sitting down, I would have surely fallen for my fear got the better of me. It was only a small mercy that I didn’t wet myself at sight of these beasts. I paled and felt a sudden urge to beg for my life.
“There, there,” said Meexy, “it is all right sweetie.”
Meexy, sweet adorable Meexy, who normally I physically just not get enough of, was kneeling beside me when they appeared. She was beautiful as only a dream can be. She had jet black fur, smooth like satin and wild ropes of midnight black hair. It was impossible to tell where her hair started and her fur stopped. Only the pale emerald of her eyes gave her face its stunning shape. She turned and her smile, a smile that could melt any sadness, broadened.
“These boys just want to play,” she said. She stroked my face tenderly and I felt the warm pulse of her power. It passed through me and the fear I felt lessened.
I don’t think she, or anyone in the room at the point, expected anything terrible to happen. I believe they thought that the game they had played for so long would just continue. They had no idea that it was all about to fall apart.
“We come for the meat things,” said the leader. Its voice was harsh and feral, the words barely discernable. “The pink flesh creatures will be coming with us for our amusement.”
Di’enne, a female Kat with silver hair to her knees and slate grey fur, rose from the woman she’d been teasing to meet them. She looked so unconcerned, as if the sudden appearance of twelve monstrous lizards were an every day occurrence.
“These people are not for you,” Di’enne said in a silky voice. “They are under our protection and are here for our amusement. You can, however, take me and as many of my brothers and sisters as you think you can handle to sate your need.”
A tangible wave of lust and excitement flooded the chamber. The idea of these soft Kats in the hands of the lizards filled me with an odd sense of dread.
“Don’t fret sweet thing,” cooed Meexy, sensing my apprehension. “We Kats are not easily broken and we know well the needs of the Lizards. This will be done in a moment and then I will make melt again.”
Meexy, like Di’enne, was trying to protect me as much as she could from what was about to happen. They clearly did not want the lizards to get a hold on any human here.
“There are rules to these things that must be honoured,” Di’enne said. “Now, if you will tell me what it is you need-“
She never finished her sentence. I don’t know why the leader of the lizards did it, maybe he got to excited or maybe he thought he and his band of warriors were enough to make anything they wanted their own. Whatever the reason, he did the worst thing he could possible have done.
He drove his sword through the belly of Di’enne.
A terrible silence clamped down on the room. Everyone froze. All eyes were drawn quickly to Di’enne who stood, not believing, transfixed by the Lizard’s sword. She gave the tiniest cry and I felt tears in my eyes to hear it.
“Rules,” she gasped, “there…are rules…”
“No more rules,” said the Lizard leader, “now we take what we want when we want.”
In slow motion I saw poor Di’enne start to fall. Kat and human alike watched in horrid helplessness as she fell before us. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear the thud as she hit the floor but she never did.
“Oh no…” I heard Meexy whisper.
The door to our chamber had been locked to ensure privacy and was at least a foot thick. With a single crack it splintered into a million wooden pieces. The air in the room turned cold suddenly, like the precursor of a thunderstorm and with a blur of blue, I saw the daemon Feathers catch Di’enne in his arms. A moment later the sword was free and discarded.
Still the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
“It’s all right,” said the Daemon, his voice soft and fatherly, “I got you. You’ll be all right.”
I saw white light play about the daemon’s hands, its bloodied hands, and then wash over Di’enne who shuddered and passed out. For a moment I thought she was dead but after he laid her down, I saw her breathing. I felt a weight lift. She lived.
The daemon rose to its feet slowly, as if it bore the weight of a world on its shoulders. I saw its eyes, once red and warm, turn cold and white as it turned to look at the lizard men; at that instant I knew that the lizards were doomed.
“Stay close to me,” said Meexy, edging closer.
The rage of a daemon is as hard to explain as it is terrifying. I had never before felt its like and I hope in what years remain of me I never come across anything similar again. Its rage changed the world around me, or at least it felt like it did; as if the molecules and atoms that surrounded me reacted to the daemon’s anger. The air felt charged, I could feel the daemon’s fury in every cell of my body.
“W-what’s happening?” I asked.
“Hush now,” Meexy whispered urgently.
Meexy wrapped her arms around me in a hug. The feel of her silky fur on my body was bliss and her scent was sweet enough to make me forget even open wounds, but this…this sudden change in mood lingered still, as if it was more real than anything else. She leaned in closer and hugged tighter me but even that could not dispel the unease I felt at what was to come.
Feathers stood frozen with rage, glaring at the lizard men, his eyes burning with the fury of stars. To see the daemon in such a mood was to know that no name so soft and delicate was appropriate for such a being. I realised then that ‘Feathers’ was a façade to cover something much darker, something more dangerous; while this darker self was kept buried deep, the blood of his Kat had drawn it out and I had terrible feeling none in the room would survive its emergence. His demeanour, normally so cheery and almost human, was irrevocably changed; it had been replaced by a terrifying stillness. Stillness is the wrong word – it does not do what I saw justice. The Daemon was incapable of movement, even the slightest change.
I noticed then that every Kat, even Meexy, now shivered, as if in fear. I didn’t know Kats felt fear.
“Meexy?” I asked, so frightened that my thoughts went passed my own survival and to that of hers. “Are you all right?”
She turned to look at her, pushing all trace of her worry from her face. She saw my own fear and her nature took over; in that instant her expression changed and she lit her face with a soul melting smile that caught me instantly. I smiled back at her, helpless. She put a leg across me and she sat gently astride me.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” she whispered into my ear. “It is all right. I will keep you safe; I will make sure you’re okay.”
I knew without doubt that she would do as she said but that she felt the need to say it made my blood turn cold. I wondered then for the first time what possible horror would could about to be unleashed to force such a promise from her?
“S-stay back daemon,” said the lead lizard. The confidence and arrogance of before was now missing from his voice. Instead all I could pick up on was fear – mind boggling, instinctive fear.
-You have no power here, Lizard. You are but flesh and bone and falling dust before me. Do you know what stands before you?-
“Y-you are a daemon!”
-Words; such paltry words. Such shallow sounds could never hope to sum up what I am. You know me as Feathers but that name was a guise that fell from my shoulders the moment you shed Di’enne’s blood. You will know me as I truly am and it will cost you your souls-
I saw the dozen lizards, group together behind their leader under the burning gaze of this daemon. The lizard men were a fearsome band in their own right, killers and above humans in the food chain without a doubt. No human, however well trained could hope to stand against them. The leader looked to be the source of nightmares, all teeth and ripping claws. Yet they all look cowed.
In the sweetness of Meexy’s embrace, I felt only a slight fear and more for her than for myself. I had all ready accepted that barring a miracle my life was forfeit, to terrible and absolute was the rage of the daemon. She squeezed me a little, dragging my thoughts back.
“Are you scared, sweetie?” she asked.
“Terrified,” I said.
“You have nothing to fear,” she said.
And I believed her. I don’t know why; for without reason I knew for certain that I was utterly safe in her arms despite what was going on beyond her. I saw that the other Kats were wrapping themselves protectively about their own charges, putting themselves in front of the gathering storm.
“Can we do anything?” I asked.
Meexy shook her head. “No sweetie,” she said sadly, “all you need to do is stay close to me and I will keep you from harm in this. We cannot help them.”
“But I feel…pity for them,” I said.
Meexy nodded. “As do I,” she said, “and in time so will Master Feathers. But right now…nothing in all the spheres of existence can save them.”
I felt a sudden pity for the Lizards who before this daemon, who felt so permanent and unchanging, looked pathetic and feeble despite their monstrous forms. They were indeed dust in the face of a hurricane and realising that made me feel sorry for them
.
The daemon that had been Feathers, it seemed, did not share my feeling. I saw it take a step towards them, its fists moving in a blur as it went to strike them.
“Do not look,” said Meexy. “Do not see this!”
With a sudden urgency she took my head in her hands and drew me into the very depth of her bosom so that I couldn’t see anything that was going beyond her. Her fur felt wonderfully soft and to be pressed against her so intimately sent warm shivers through me.
“Don’t listen,” she said, “at least try not to hear!”
I felt her hands come up and cover my ears and at the same time she started humming a song, so sweet and delicate, it could only have been a lullaby. Its sound filled my mind, a song so beautiful that it pushed all other sounds from my awareness. It wrapped up my senses leaving me in an almost dream like sense of being. The song and her scent was enough to make anything other than her unimportant. Every now and then she would sing louder or I would feel her shudder, as if in horror to something she was seeing.
I don’t know for sure how long she had me so, for time like everything else became suddenly unimportant but after a while the singing stopped. Around her was only silence. She stroked my face and I was able to lift my head from her breasts. She gave me a thin smile but there was a haunted look to her face – a look I never thought to see on a Kat.
“It’s all right sweetie,” she said, “it’s over.”
I looked past her to where the daemon was scooping the wounded Di’enne into his arms. I saw that the rage was gone form its face now, replaced by something much softer and disturbingly familiar. The daemon was fearful for Di’enne. Its red eyes glowed softly and it whispered into her ear.
“She’ll be all right,” said Meexy.
I looked at where the lizards had stood but that remain were bloodied clothes, weapons and armour. There were a couple of smears on the floor but nothing else remained of them.
“What did he do to them?” I asked.
“Destroyed them,” said Meexy, “utterly; he reduced them to less than pulp but that is not the end of it.”
I looked at her.
“He has taken their souls for…further punishment.”
I shuddered.
“How terrible,” I said, feeling a cold numbness creep over me.
Meexy nodded. “The price to pay for spilling our blood,” she said.
“I had no idea that he was so…”
Meexy put a finger on my lips. “Hush now sweet thing,” she said, “we will not speak of this again. But…I can see in your eyes that this disturbs you.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” she said, smiling with sweet sadness “soon all you will remember are giggles and Meexy’s wonderful touches.”
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I had moment of pleasure at the feel of her lips then warmth shot through me and I passed out.
A little teaser into the nature of Feathers and his Kats....
Please let me know what you think!
F,
--------------------------------------------------------------------------
The blood; it was the blood that changed everything.
All that had happened up to that point had been tolerable. The conflict between Feather’s Kats and the Lizard people of Setsz had been going on for a very long time and this was all part of the game. This kind of activity was to be expected but there were always rules.
But the blood, her blood, was the thing that brought the storm.
My name is not important to this tale or even for its telling, nor is who I am or what I do when I’m not lost in the pleasures of tickle hell. But you must heed my words so you can learn from them.
What is important is what I was witness to. What I saw changed everything for me, made me see this Feathers in a new light; made me realise why his Kats are just so damn adorable and fearless regardless of who or what they face. It made me realise why the Kats, those wonderful and impossible creatures, why they care so little for violence and why threats of violence seem so inconsequential.
I used to think it was because they were scared and that they couldn’t fight, that it was fear that held them in check. I was wrong, god I was so wrong!
It’s not fear for themselves that keeps them from fighting – it’s fear for what follows.
I was sat there, in one of the countless dungeons deep in Feathers’ realm with my own tickling temptress Meexy when it happened. I was naked and as vulnerable as you could ever want to be with one his Kats working their skills. There were half a dozen men and women in the room with me, equally helpless and riddled with laughter. I had been laughing helplessly with my hands wrapped in chains above my head, loving every delicate sensation.
Then it all happened.
One minute there was just open space and then in the next instant there twelve massive lizards standing there. I had never seen anything so scary in my entire life, well at that point any way. They were monstrous things, these lizards, like dinosaurs but walking as men. They all had fiery red scales and black lifeless eyes. Each one stood at least seven feet tall, the leader seemed even taller than that. They carried axes and scimitars, as if they would ever need them.
Had I not been sitting down, I would have surely fallen for my fear got the better of me. It was only a small mercy that I didn’t wet myself at sight of these beasts. I paled and felt a sudden urge to beg for my life.
“There, there,” said Meexy, “it is all right sweetie.”
Meexy, sweet adorable Meexy, who normally I physically just not get enough of, was kneeling beside me when they appeared. She was beautiful as only a dream can be. She had jet black fur, smooth like satin and wild ropes of midnight black hair. It was impossible to tell where her hair started and her fur stopped. Only the pale emerald of her eyes gave her face its stunning shape. She turned and her smile, a smile that could melt any sadness, broadened.
“These boys just want to play,” she said. She stroked my face tenderly and I felt the warm pulse of her power. It passed through me and the fear I felt lessened.
I don’t think she, or anyone in the room at the point, expected anything terrible to happen. I believe they thought that the game they had played for so long would just continue. They had no idea that it was all about to fall apart.
“We come for the meat things,” said the leader. Its voice was harsh and feral, the words barely discernable. “The pink flesh creatures will be coming with us for our amusement.”
Di’enne, a female Kat with silver hair to her knees and slate grey fur, rose from the woman she’d been teasing to meet them. She looked so unconcerned, as if the sudden appearance of twelve monstrous lizards were an every day occurrence.
“These people are not for you,” Di’enne said in a silky voice. “They are under our protection and are here for our amusement. You can, however, take me and as many of my brothers and sisters as you think you can handle to sate your need.”
A tangible wave of lust and excitement flooded the chamber. The idea of these soft Kats in the hands of the lizards filled me with an odd sense of dread.
“Don’t fret sweet thing,” cooed Meexy, sensing my apprehension. “We Kats are not easily broken and we know well the needs of the Lizards. This will be done in a moment and then I will make melt again.”
Meexy, like Di’enne, was trying to protect me as much as she could from what was about to happen. They clearly did not want the lizards to get a hold on any human here.
“There are rules to these things that must be honoured,” Di’enne said. “Now, if you will tell me what it is you need-“
She never finished her sentence. I don’t know why the leader of the lizards did it, maybe he got to excited or maybe he thought he and his band of warriors were enough to make anything they wanted their own. Whatever the reason, he did the worst thing he could possible have done.
He drove his sword through the belly of Di’enne.
A terrible silence clamped down on the room. Everyone froze. All eyes were drawn quickly to Di’enne who stood, not believing, transfixed by the Lizard’s sword. She gave the tiniest cry and I felt tears in my eyes to hear it.
“Rules,” she gasped, “there…are rules…”
“No more rules,” said the Lizard leader, “now we take what we want when we want.”
In slow motion I saw poor Di’enne start to fall. Kat and human alike watched in horrid helplessness as she fell before us. I closed my eyes, expecting to hear the thud as she hit the floor but she never did.
“Oh no…” I heard Meexy whisper.
The door to our chamber had been locked to ensure privacy and was at least a foot thick. With a single crack it splintered into a million wooden pieces. The air in the room turned cold suddenly, like the precursor of a thunderstorm and with a blur of blue, I saw the daemon Feathers catch Di’enne in his arms. A moment later the sword was free and discarded.
Still the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
“It’s all right,” said the Daemon, his voice soft and fatherly, “I got you. You’ll be all right.”
I saw white light play about the daemon’s hands, its bloodied hands, and then wash over Di’enne who shuddered and passed out. For a moment I thought she was dead but after he laid her down, I saw her breathing. I felt a weight lift. She lived.
The daemon rose to its feet slowly, as if it bore the weight of a world on its shoulders. I saw its eyes, once red and warm, turn cold and white as it turned to look at the lizard men; at that instant I knew that the lizards were doomed.
“Stay close to me,” said Meexy, edging closer.
The rage of a daemon is as hard to explain as it is terrifying. I had never before felt its like and I hope in what years remain of me I never come across anything similar again. Its rage changed the world around me, or at least it felt like it did; as if the molecules and atoms that surrounded me reacted to the daemon’s anger. The air felt charged, I could feel the daemon’s fury in every cell of my body.
“W-what’s happening?” I asked.
“Hush now,” Meexy whispered urgently.
Meexy wrapped her arms around me in a hug. The feel of her silky fur on my body was bliss and her scent was sweet enough to make me forget even open wounds, but this…this sudden change in mood lingered still, as if it was more real than anything else. She leaned in closer and hugged tighter me but even that could not dispel the unease I felt at what was to come.
Feathers stood frozen with rage, glaring at the lizard men, his eyes burning with the fury of stars. To see the daemon in such a mood was to know that no name so soft and delicate was appropriate for such a being. I realised then that ‘Feathers’ was a façade to cover something much darker, something more dangerous; while this darker self was kept buried deep, the blood of his Kat had drawn it out and I had terrible feeling none in the room would survive its emergence. His demeanour, normally so cheery and almost human, was irrevocably changed; it had been replaced by a terrifying stillness. Stillness is the wrong word – it does not do what I saw justice. The Daemon was incapable of movement, even the slightest change.
I noticed then that every Kat, even Meexy, now shivered, as if in fear. I didn’t know Kats felt fear.
“Meexy?” I asked, so frightened that my thoughts went passed my own survival and to that of hers. “Are you all right?”
She turned to look at her, pushing all trace of her worry from her face. She saw my own fear and her nature took over; in that instant her expression changed and she lit her face with a soul melting smile that caught me instantly. I smiled back at her, helpless. She put a leg across me and she sat gently astride me.
“Don’t worry sweetie,” she whispered into my ear. “It is all right. I will keep you safe; I will make sure you’re okay.”
I knew without doubt that she would do as she said but that she felt the need to say it made my blood turn cold. I wondered then for the first time what possible horror would could about to be unleashed to force such a promise from her?
“S-stay back daemon,” said the lead lizard. The confidence and arrogance of before was now missing from his voice. Instead all I could pick up on was fear – mind boggling, instinctive fear.
-You have no power here, Lizard. You are but flesh and bone and falling dust before me. Do you know what stands before you?-
“Y-you are a daemon!”
-Words; such paltry words. Such shallow sounds could never hope to sum up what I am. You know me as Feathers but that name was a guise that fell from my shoulders the moment you shed Di’enne’s blood. You will know me as I truly am and it will cost you your souls-
I saw the dozen lizards, group together behind their leader under the burning gaze of this daemon. The lizard men were a fearsome band in their own right, killers and above humans in the food chain without a doubt. No human, however well trained could hope to stand against them. The leader looked to be the source of nightmares, all teeth and ripping claws. Yet they all look cowed.
In the sweetness of Meexy’s embrace, I felt only a slight fear and more for her than for myself. I had all ready accepted that barring a miracle my life was forfeit, to terrible and absolute was the rage of the daemon. She squeezed me a little, dragging my thoughts back.
“Are you scared, sweetie?” she asked.
“Terrified,” I said.
“You have nothing to fear,” she said.
And I believed her. I don’t know why; for without reason I knew for certain that I was utterly safe in her arms despite what was going on beyond her. I saw that the other Kats were wrapping themselves protectively about their own charges, putting themselves in front of the gathering storm.
“Can we do anything?” I asked.
Meexy shook her head. “No sweetie,” she said sadly, “all you need to do is stay close to me and I will keep you from harm in this. We cannot help them.”
“But I feel…pity for them,” I said.
Meexy nodded. “As do I,” she said, “and in time so will Master Feathers. But right now…nothing in all the spheres of existence can save them.”
I felt a sudden pity for the Lizards who before this daemon, who felt so permanent and unchanging, looked pathetic and feeble despite their monstrous forms. They were indeed dust in the face of a hurricane and realising that made me feel sorry for them
.
The daemon that had been Feathers, it seemed, did not share my feeling. I saw it take a step towards them, its fists moving in a blur as it went to strike them.
“Do not look,” said Meexy. “Do not see this!”
With a sudden urgency she took my head in her hands and drew me into the very depth of her bosom so that I couldn’t see anything that was going beyond her. Her fur felt wonderfully soft and to be pressed against her so intimately sent warm shivers through me.
“Don’t listen,” she said, “at least try not to hear!”
I felt her hands come up and cover my ears and at the same time she started humming a song, so sweet and delicate, it could only have been a lullaby. Its sound filled my mind, a song so beautiful that it pushed all other sounds from my awareness. It wrapped up my senses leaving me in an almost dream like sense of being. The song and her scent was enough to make anything other than her unimportant. Every now and then she would sing louder or I would feel her shudder, as if in horror to something she was seeing.
I don’t know for sure how long she had me so, for time like everything else became suddenly unimportant but after a while the singing stopped. Around her was only silence. She stroked my face and I was able to lift my head from her breasts. She gave me a thin smile but there was a haunted look to her face – a look I never thought to see on a Kat.
“It’s all right sweetie,” she said, “it’s over.”
I looked past her to where the daemon was scooping the wounded Di’enne into his arms. I saw that the rage was gone form its face now, replaced by something much softer and disturbingly familiar. The daemon was fearful for Di’enne. Its red eyes glowed softly and it whispered into her ear.
“She’ll be all right,” said Meexy.
I looked at where the lizards had stood but that remain were bloodied clothes, weapons and armour. There were a couple of smears on the floor but nothing else remained of them.
“What did he do to them?” I asked.
“Destroyed them,” said Meexy, “utterly; he reduced them to less than pulp but that is not the end of it.”
I looked at her.
“He has taken their souls for…further punishment.”
I shuddered.
“How terrible,” I said, feeling a cold numbness creep over me.
Meexy nodded. “The price to pay for spilling our blood,” she said.
“I had no idea that he was so…”
Meexy put a finger on my lips. “Hush now sweet thing,” she said, “we will not speak of this again. But…I can see in your eyes that this disturbs you.”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry,” she said, smiling with sweet sadness “soon all you will remember are giggles and Meexy’s wonderful touches.”
She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I had moment of pleasure at the feel of her lips then warmth shot through me and I passed out.
