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Hello. I'd like to share this short story I wrote on a request of a friend. The character and setting are from a popular Hoyoverse Game Zenless Zone Zero. Criticism is welcome! ^^
The air grew heavier by the second as Anby Demara, a combat specialist of the Cunning Hares, quickly traversed through the distorted areas of Hollow Zero.
Separated from her group and by any measure utterly lost, she mostly focused on avoiding direct combat whenever possible. Moving quickly and silently, dodging roaming groups of Ethereals left and right, she eventually reached something akin to a dead end.
She come to a halt, inspecting her surroundings. Tall, concrete walls showing signs of ethereal corruption towered all around her. She turned her head left and right, cautiously scouting for any signs of movement or sound. It was dead quiet.
Seeing the path leading seemingly nowhere, Anby contemplated backtracking her steps for a second.
“It might be warped beyond recognition or swarmed with ethereals, but I guess I don’t have any other option.”
Just when she finished saying that, she caught a glimpse of a spatial rift opening in the concrete.
“Huh… I guess I’m lucky.” Anby proclaimed as she trotted towards the colorful rift, her hand never leaving the hilt of her blade.
The spatial rift was small, tiny even. She guessed she could just barely squeeze through it if she tried.
“The space has been collapsing at a rapid pace around here. Continuing through here gives me the best chances of survival.”
With a resolute expression on her face, Anby stuck her hands through the spatial rift and grappled for anything that could give her an idea of the other side.
“Nothing… For all I know it could spit me out hundreds of meters above ground… Gotta take a look, carefully…”
She slowly pushed her head through as well. To her surprise, the space on the other side of the spatial rift was all but void. Ink-like blackness in which she couldn’t distinguish even her very own hands.
“W-what is this?… No way.”
Anby was ready to immediately pull herself out. Even if staying on her side of the rift was dangerous, passing through into this unnavigable blackness was out of question.
“Huh?…”
Unable to move an inch back, the silver-haired girl struggled with great effort.
“T-the rift wasn’t this tight before… Is it shrinking?!”
In the pitch-black darkness on the other side of the rift, nobody could really see Anby’s head or her face for that matter. If they could see it though, there would be an expression of pure horror plastered all over it.
“I-I have to get out. Or it will crush me--!”
Anby fought fiercely to pull herself out. Her shoes razed the grounds beneath while her arms were in a constant flurry of movement, frantically trying to grasp at anything. The edge of the rift now encircled the area just below her ribs. Not squeezing very hard, but enough to not let her move one way or another.
“S-stuck… T-this is bad… This is so horrible.. If I stay like this, my chances of survival are extremely low…”
Anby’s brain was just starting to recover from the shock and she was about to brainstorm a solution when her feet suddenly lost the solid ground beneath. She kicked the air for a bit, trying to find the solid ground again. Her efforts were fruitless.
“H-huh? The space must’ve warped itself on that side of the rift. W-what am I gonna do?”
While she pondered which side of the rift should she try to push herself to, a horrible reality unfolded on the side whence she came from.
The concrete wall, housing the spatial rift in which Anby now laid clogged all the way to her waist, began moving. It rose up from the ground, rapidly gaining height and thus stealing the ground from under the girl’s feet. Next up, numerous black and green tentacles emerged from the newly exposed space beneath the risen wall.
An ethereal, a giant one. Most of its body laid buried underneath the trap which it, despite its supposed limited intellect, managed to prepare. A trap which Anby Demara, in this desolate Hollow, undoubtedly sprung.
The tentacles slithered along the concrete wall, closing in to the girls’ stuck lower body. While this was happening, Anby still thought her sudden loss of solid ground was just a mere unfortunate occurrence of space warping.
It took only a few seconds for Anby’s skirt-covered butt, sticking out of the spatial rift, embedded in the concrete wall, to be surrounded by slithering tentacle-like appendages of the ethereal. After that, things happened quickly. Several tentacles lunged towards her ankles, quickly wrapping them around. This was immediately followed by several more coiling themselves around Anby’s calves.
“Huh?!”
Anby yelped in surprise. It was a silent, muted yelp.
“E-etheral?!”
The tentacles pulled her legs taut and apart from one another and thus exposing black spats that could no longer be covered by the fabric of her skirt, as it was lacking in length.
“I-it’s gonna rip me apart!”
Anby gasped for air, frantically flailing her arms around on the dark side, trying to find something to grab onto and pull herself in. Her hands found nothing. There was nothing there.
Pearls of tears formed in the corners of Anby’s eyes. She’d only ever cry when watching a sad movie. Nonetheless, being stuck in a Hollow, faced with an imminent danger of gruesome death, made her eyes teary.
“Haah… Haaah..” She drew deep and raspy breaths through her wide open mouth, her heart beating like an overtuned w-engine in her chest.
“T-this is it… S-sorry, everyone… I couldn’t make it….”
Anby could now feel a dozen smaller tentacles slithering about her spread legs. They tugged… And pulled…
But instead of pulling her legs and ripping her lower half in half, to Anby’s surprise, they only pulled on her shoes. And even if the shoes were a good fit and the fastening on them was tight and solid, the sheer number of appendages pulling on them managed to get them off without any trouble.
The shoes fell down, hit the concrete ground, bounced off a few times and that was it. A breeze of cold air washed over Anby’s warm soles covered by skin-fit thigh-highs.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial rift, the silver-haired girl was overwhelmed by frightening anticipation of her own demise. Tears were freely running down her flushed cheeks as she was both grateful for as well as she was cursing how prolonged her execution seemed to be.
“J-just eat me already… J-ust eaat me!! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to play with your food?!
What’s wrong with these Ethereals?!”
Anby broke down under the pressure and started screaming on top of her lungs. Both angry and desperate as well as frightened. In response to her outburst, she could feel the tentacles begin to writhe and slither yet again. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes tight. This was it. Her only hope was that it wouldn’t hurt for too long.
“Mmhm…?!”
Yet it wasn’t the feared pain that hit her next.
“Pfft—h?! Ghrhh- hihih?!”
Anby’s body naturally recognized the sensation before she could consciously understand what was happening. Several things then happened in quick succession. Several high-pitched giggles escaped her lips, her hand darted upwards, covering her mouth in response and her shoeless feet on the other side of the rift began twitching left and right.
“Ghiihihi??!~ Ihihi~”
It took her few more seconds to catch up to what was happening to her. On the other side of the rift, where her legs were held apart by an Ethereal monster by the ankles, her immobilized feet were being tickled.
“W-whahahah~?! Ghumm!!-”
Anby covered her mouth, suppressing her giggling, her eyes staring wide open into the darkness.
With her ankles held firmly in place by the coiling appendages, all the smaller tentacles ganging up on her soles had an absolute free reign. The girl didn’t understand why they did it, but she could immediately tell that they were awfully good at this. Their texture, firm but somewhat malleable, proved to be suitable for both gentle caressing and more aggressive poking. Their tips, while not being exactly sharp, were pointy enough to dig into all the right spots and places.
“Ighihi?!~ Ihiht’s tickling me?! W-what the hell?!”
Everything from the tips of her toes to her heels was a fair game. Numerous tentacles traced the arches of her swaying feet while the thin layer of elastic fabric served no protection for the ticklish skin beneath.
“Bwihihih~!! Muhhaha~~!” Anby held back her laughter the best she could. “Heheh~!!”
The task felt insurmountable. Anby was ticklish. She knew she was, but she didn’t exactly know how badly. A reason for that was that because whenever anyone attacked her, she used her skills as a combat specialist to overwhelm them with a flurry of pokes and squeezes. She always used to have an upper hand and thus never experienced being on the receiving end.
As the tentacles continued poking, prodding and scraping all over her soles, Anby continued fighting off her giggly urges. It was becoming increasingly harder and harder. Whenever she managed to keep quiet for a little while, the tentacles picked up their pace, burying themselves between her toes, threatening to rip the thigh-highs in the process. Other appendages would be tracing long, excruciating lines along the center of her soles or drawing little wiggly circles around Anby’s heels where the translucent fabric revealed a bit of her pale skin.
In this combination of ticklish torment, Anby had no other option but to laugh. New pearls of tears gathered in her eyes as she burst out laughing, her face flushed scarlet red in contrast to her pale complexion.
“Ahahahah~!! Dohohn’t! It tihihickles!~!”
Even if she could no longer hold it in, Anby made her best efforts to make as little noise as possible. With her both hands clamped over her mouth, the laughter was muffled and faint, but it was there nonetheless. Once she started laughing, it was hard to stop again. At least for as long as the tentacles continued with their ticklish torment.
“Eheheheh~ hehehee~! Pfft—pfaahahah~!!”
“Whyy?! Ahahah~!! Eheheheh~”
After several minutes of giggle-inducing tickle torture of her soles, Anby suddenly felt a different kind of movement.
Even more appendages of the ethereal creature slowly but surely crawled their way over to the girl’s lower body. They slithered and glided over her legs, dragging their rough surfaces over the silky smooth thigh-highs.
“N-naahaha~?!”
Anby kept on laughing. Even if some of the tentacles set out to branch off, her soles were still not spared the constant flurry of ticklish touches. Needless to say, the feeling of numerous tentacles crawling over her legs towards her spread crotch caused her much distress.
“Ahahaha, w-whahat ahahare~~!” She snorted and yelped at the same time, when the tentacle touched her bare skin for the first time.
“All the way to <absolute territory>?! N-nohoho way! Ghii~ihihi!”
Anby’s face was completely flushed scarlet by now. The sensation was more than overwhelming for her. Pearls of sweat rolled down her increasingly hotter and hotter body.
Tentacles crossing over her bare thighs was a ticklish and annoying feeling. It made her skin crawl and her legs pull on the coiling tentacles holding them in place once again. The continuous straining drained a good portion of her stamina and what felt before as a nigh-impossible task was now utterly devoid of any chances – the tentacles wouldn’t give an inch.
What more, the bare thighs were not yet the final destination for the creepy-crawlies which were now crossing over the hems of Anby’s spats.
“Ghihihihi~~! Ihihit’s nohoho! Whehehere are you touching?!”
The absolute territory has been crossed and the swarm of tentacles continued their merry go lucky path towards Anby’s crotch. Absolutely shameless.
“Ghiii?!!~ Hyaahahaha!!~ Nohooh!! Dohohon’t!!”
She could feel their little pointy tips digging lightly into the soft skin, scraping over the fabric of her tight-fitting spats and moving closer and closer, inch by inch, to that most private spot…
They stopped an inch before reaching the summit of their pilgrimage. Like cats poised to pounce, the appendages wiggled in air, just above that spot…
And then suddenly-!
“N-nohoh!! Kyaahii!!!!~” Anby gave out a loud, giggly yelp. Such that couldn’t be suppressed anymore. It turned into a scream.
“Aaaaaaa!!! Ahahahah!! Nohoho! Nohoohot theehere!~~~!”
-all of the tentacles all at once descended upon their target, throwing Anby Demara into a turbulent hell of ticklish sensations. Every nook and cranny of her crotch was suddenly on fire. The pointy tips traced their way along the protruding outlines of her pussy as well as both between and over her butt cheeks.
“Hiyaaa!!~ Ahhh!~~~ Yaahahaha!!~ No – nohoho!~”
Anby violently shook her head left and right and her hands restarted their fruitless effort of searching for any possible lifeline. She squealed and giggled, tears rolling down her cheeks as well as saliva down her chin. The tentacles, which never stopped tickling her soles, were now also utterly overstimulating her helpless pussy. Furthermore, Anby found out for the first time in her life just how hopelessly ticklish her butt was. It was just too much for the girl to handle.
“Aaaahahaha~!! Kyaaahahah!~ Nohoho!!~ Dohohon’t touch me thehehere! Thaat spot!! Uggh-!!
Bwaaahahahaha!!~!!”
The feeling of numerous tentacles slowly running their tips over the lips of her pussy combined with the torturous tickling of her butt crack and merciless ticklish abuse of her soles was a perfect recipe for madness. The longer it continued the louder Anby’s screams of laughter became. A big wet stain was now clearly visible on the tautly pulled spats and it felt like the ethereal still hasn’t gone all out.
“Gwaaahahahahah~~!! Aahahh!! Ahhh ♡~ Aaahaha!!~!! ♡~ Bwaaaahaha!”
By now, the silver-haired girl has become a matted mess, letting the drool and tears run freely. She wasn’t bothered by the embarrassing giggles or lewd moans escaping her mouth anymore. It just couldn’t be helped. It’s not like there was anyone to keep up her face for anyway.
“Bwaahihihi~ Mhaaa~ ♡♡!! Aahahahah~~! Kyaahahhh♡~!!”
Anby’s nervous system was so busy that she even failed to address her surging urge to pee. With urine pushing on her bladder, her legs spread wide open and the myriad of sensations all over her lower body, she could only barely hold it. The tentacles attentively entering the insides of her underwear was but a tipping point.
“Hiyaaahahahah~~!! Ahaaahahh♡~♡! Pweaahahse~♡ Noho mooar!!♡
Ahhahah~~! Pweaashe!!♡!”
The tentacles made their way underneath Anby’s spats. Little by little they crawled over the soft skin of her inner thighs, until they made it all the way.
“Bwaahahahahah!!~♡~♡! Pweaahahase!! Ahahahahah!! Hiyaaa!♡♡!”
Once the tips began caressing the girls’ smooth, hairless pussy directly, poking the lips, caressing the slit and rubbing the hood of her clit, the fate was already sealed.
Anby drew a deep breath, tensed up and let it all out. The dark stain on her spats began rapidly expanding. Shortly after, her pee began dripping down the concrete wall in long, uneven streaks.
“Ahahaaaa!!~ Aaaah♡~ Ahahahaha!! I peheheeed myself!! Bwaaa!♡! Bwaahahaha!!”
All the other tentacles one by one abandoned the surface of the pee-stained spats and moved on inside. Not an inch of skin was spared. All the way from the clit to the butthole, Anby’s nethers have become a huge playfield and the name of the game was to make her go insane.
“Haahiii!!~ Aaahaaha!!♡ Hiyaaa♡~! Ehehehehe♡~!!”
“Aahahahahahha!! Pweaashe!! Pweaase Sthoop!~♡! Shtoop!♡~”
“Nyaaaaah!!♡~ Ahaaaahahah~!♡ Bwaaahahaha!!~!!”
The Cunning Hares would later that day find Anby before she suffered any irreversible harm by etheric corruption. Her butt was sticking out of the concrete wall, motionless, and the ethereal that tormented her was nowhere to be found. Nobody would mention anything about her pee-drenched underwear nor anything else, as they were happy to find her safe and alive.
The air grew heavier by the second as Anby Demara, a combat specialist of the Cunning Hares, quickly traversed through the distorted areas of Hollow Zero.
Separated from her group and by any measure utterly lost, she mostly focused on avoiding direct combat whenever possible. Moving quickly and silently, dodging roaming groups of Ethereals left and right, she eventually reached something akin to a dead end.
She come to a halt, inspecting her surroundings. Tall, concrete walls showing signs of ethereal corruption towered all around her. She turned her head left and right, cautiously scouting for any signs of movement or sound. It was dead quiet.
Seeing the path leading seemingly nowhere, Anby contemplated backtracking her steps for a second.
“It might be warped beyond recognition or swarmed with ethereals, but I guess I don’t have any other option.”
Just when she finished saying that, she caught a glimpse of a spatial rift opening in the concrete.
“Huh… I guess I’m lucky.” Anby proclaimed as she trotted towards the colorful rift, her hand never leaving the hilt of her blade.
The spatial rift was small, tiny even. She guessed she could just barely squeeze through it if she tried.
“The space has been collapsing at a rapid pace around here. Continuing through here gives me the best chances of survival.”
With a resolute expression on her face, Anby stuck her hands through the spatial rift and grappled for anything that could give her an idea of the other side.
“Nothing… For all I know it could spit me out hundreds of meters above ground… Gotta take a look, carefully…”
She slowly pushed her head through as well. To her surprise, the space on the other side of the spatial rift was all but void. Ink-like blackness in which she couldn’t distinguish even her very own hands.
“W-what is this?… No way.”
Anby was ready to immediately pull herself out. Even if staying on her side of the rift was dangerous, passing through into this unnavigable blackness was out of question.
“Huh?…”
Unable to move an inch back, the silver-haired girl struggled with great effort.
“T-the rift wasn’t this tight before… Is it shrinking?!”
In the pitch-black darkness on the other side of the rift, nobody could really see Anby’s head or her face for that matter. If they could see it though, there would be an expression of pure horror plastered all over it.
“I-I have to get out. Or it will crush me--!”
Anby fought fiercely to pull herself out. Her shoes razed the grounds beneath while her arms were in a constant flurry of movement, frantically trying to grasp at anything. The edge of the rift now encircled the area just below her ribs. Not squeezing very hard, but enough to not let her move one way or another.
“S-stuck… T-this is bad… This is so horrible.. If I stay like this, my chances of survival are extremely low…”
Anby’s brain was just starting to recover from the shock and she was about to brainstorm a solution when her feet suddenly lost the solid ground beneath. She kicked the air for a bit, trying to find the solid ground again. Her efforts were fruitless.
“H-huh? The space must’ve warped itself on that side of the rift. W-what am I gonna do?”
While she pondered which side of the rift should she try to push herself to, a horrible reality unfolded on the side whence she came from.
The concrete wall, housing the spatial rift in which Anby now laid clogged all the way to her waist, began moving. It rose up from the ground, rapidly gaining height and thus stealing the ground from under the girl’s feet. Next up, numerous black and green tentacles emerged from the newly exposed space beneath the risen wall.
An ethereal, a giant one. Most of its body laid buried underneath the trap which it, despite its supposed limited intellect, managed to prepare. A trap which Anby Demara, in this desolate Hollow, undoubtedly sprung.
The tentacles slithered along the concrete wall, closing in to the girls’ stuck lower body. While this was happening, Anby still thought her sudden loss of solid ground was just a mere unfortunate occurrence of space warping.
It took only a few seconds for Anby’s skirt-covered butt, sticking out of the spatial rift, embedded in the concrete wall, to be surrounded by slithering tentacle-like appendages of the ethereal. After that, things happened quickly. Several tentacles lunged towards her ankles, quickly wrapping them around. This was immediately followed by several more coiling themselves around Anby’s calves.
“Huh?!”
Anby yelped in surprise. It was a silent, muted yelp.
“E-etheral?!”
The tentacles pulled her legs taut and apart from one another and thus exposing black spats that could no longer be covered by the fabric of her skirt, as it was lacking in length.
“I-it’s gonna rip me apart!”
Anby gasped for air, frantically flailing her arms around on the dark side, trying to find something to grab onto and pull herself in. Her hands found nothing. There was nothing there.
Pearls of tears formed in the corners of Anby’s eyes. She’d only ever cry when watching a sad movie. Nonetheless, being stuck in a Hollow, faced with an imminent danger of gruesome death, made her eyes teary.
“Haah… Haaah..” She drew deep and raspy breaths through her wide open mouth, her heart beating like an overtuned w-engine in her chest.
“T-this is it… S-sorry, everyone… I couldn’t make it….”
Anby could now feel a dozen smaller tentacles slithering about her spread legs. They tugged… And pulled…
But instead of pulling her legs and ripping her lower half in half, to Anby’s surprise, they only pulled on her shoes. And even if the shoes were a good fit and the fastening on them was tight and solid, the sheer number of appendages pulling on them managed to get them off without any trouble.
The shoes fell down, hit the concrete ground, bounced off a few times and that was it. A breeze of cold air washed over Anby’s warm soles covered by skin-fit thigh-highs.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial rift, the silver-haired girl was overwhelmed by frightening anticipation of her own demise. Tears were freely running down her flushed cheeks as she was both grateful for as well as she was cursing how prolonged her execution seemed to be.
“J-just eat me already… J-ust eaat me!! Don’t you know you’re not supposed to play with your food?!
What’s wrong with these Ethereals?!”
Anby broke down under the pressure and started screaming on top of her lungs. Both angry and desperate as well as frightened. In response to her outburst, she could feel the tentacles begin to writhe and slither yet again. She grit her teeth and shut her eyes tight. This was it. Her only hope was that it wouldn’t hurt for too long.
“Mmhm…?!”
Yet it wasn’t the feared pain that hit her next.
“Pfft—h?! Ghrhh- hihih?!”
Anby’s body naturally recognized the sensation before she could consciously understand what was happening. Several things then happened in quick succession. Several high-pitched giggles escaped her lips, her hand darted upwards, covering her mouth in response and her shoeless feet on the other side of the rift began twitching left and right.
“Ghiihihi??!~ Ihihi~”
It took her few more seconds to catch up to what was happening to her. On the other side of the rift, where her legs were held apart by an Ethereal monster by the ankles, her immobilized feet were being tickled.
“W-whahahah~?! Ghumm!!-”
Anby covered her mouth, suppressing her giggling, her eyes staring wide open into the darkness.
With her ankles held firmly in place by the coiling appendages, all the smaller tentacles ganging up on her soles had an absolute free reign. The girl didn’t understand why they did it, but she could immediately tell that they were awfully good at this. Their texture, firm but somewhat malleable, proved to be suitable for both gentle caressing and more aggressive poking. Their tips, while not being exactly sharp, were pointy enough to dig into all the right spots and places.
“Ighihi?!~ Ihiht’s tickling me?! W-what the hell?!”
Everything from the tips of her toes to her heels was a fair game. Numerous tentacles traced the arches of her swaying feet while the thin layer of elastic fabric served no protection for the ticklish skin beneath.
“Bwihihih~!! Muhhaha~~!” Anby held back her laughter the best she could. “Heheh~!!”
The task felt insurmountable. Anby was ticklish. She knew she was, but she didn’t exactly know how badly. A reason for that was that because whenever anyone attacked her, she used her skills as a combat specialist to overwhelm them with a flurry of pokes and squeezes. She always used to have an upper hand and thus never experienced being on the receiving end.
As the tentacles continued poking, prodding and scraping all over her soles, Anby continued fighting off her giggly urges. It was becoming increasingly harder and harder. Whenever she managed to keep quiet for a little while, the tentacles picked up their pace, burying themselves between her toes, threatening to rip the thigh-highs in the process. Other appendages would be tracing long, excruciating lines along the center of her soles or drawing little wiggly circles around Anby’s heels where the translucent fabric revealed a bit of her pale skin.
In this combination of ticklish torment, Anby had no other option but to laugh. New pearls of tears gathered in her eyes as she burst out laughing, her face flushed scarlet red in contrast to her pale complexion.
“Ahahahah~!! Dohohn’t! It tihihickles!~!”
Even if she could no longer hold it in, Anby made her best efforts to make as little noise as possible. With her both hands clamped over her mouth, the laughter was muffled and faint, but it was there nonetheless. Once she started laughing, it was hard to stop again. At least for as long as the tentacles continued with their ticklish torment.
“Eheheheh~ hehehee~! Pfft—pfaahahah~!!”
“Whyy?! Ahahah~!! Eheheheh~”
After several minutes of giggle-inducing tickle torture of her soles, Anby suddenly felt a different kind of movement.
Even more appendages of the ethereal creature slowly but surely crawled their way over to the girl’s lower body. They slithered and glided over her legs, dragging their rough surfaces over the silky smooth thigh-highs.
“N-naahaha~?!”
Anby kept on laughing. Even if some of the tentacles set out to branch off, her soles were still not spared the constant flurry of ticklish touches. Needless to say, the feeling of numerous tentacles crawling over her legs towards her spread crotch caused her much distress.
“Ahahaha, w-whahat ahahare~~!” She snorted and yelped at the same time, when the tentacle touched her bare skin for the first time.
“All the way to <absolute territory>?! N-nohoho way! Ghii~ihihi!”
Anby’s face was completely flushed scarlet by now. The sensation was more than overwhelming for her. Pearls of sweat rolled down her increasingly hotter and hotter body.
Tentacles crossing over her bare thighs was a ticklish and annoying feeling. It made her skin crawl and her legs pull on the coiling tentacles holding them in place once again. The continuous straining drained a good portion of her stamina and what felt before as a nigh-impossible task was now utterly devoid of any chances – the tentacles wouldn’t give an inch.
What more, the bare thighs were not yet the final destination for the creepy-crawlies which were now crossing over the hems of Anby’s spats.
“Ghihihihi~~! Ihihit’s nohoho! Whehehere are you touching?!”
The absolute territory has been crossed and the swarm of tentacles continued their merry go lucky path towards Anby’s crotch. Absolutely shameless.
“Ghiii?!!~ Hyaahahaha!!~ Nohooh!! Dohohon’t!!”
She could feel their little pointy tips digging lightly into the soft skin, scraping over the fabric of her tight-fitting spats and moving closer and closer, inch by inch, to that most private spot…
They stopped an inch before reaching the summit of their pilgrimage. Like cats poised to pounce, the appendages wiggled in air, just above that spot…
And then suddenly-!
“N-nohoh!! Kyaahii!!!!~” Anby gave out a loud, giggly yelp. Such that couldn’t be suppressed anymore. It turned into a scream.
“Aaaaaaa!!! Ahahahah!! Nohoho! Nohoohot theehere!~~~!”
-all of the tentacles all at once descended upon their target, throwing Anby Demara into a turbulent hell of ticklish sensations. Every nook and cranny of her crotch was suddenly on fire. The pointy tips traced their way along the protruding outlines of her pussy as well as both between and over her butt cheeks.
“Hiyaaa!!~ Ahhh!~~~ Yaahahaha!!~ No – nohoho!~”
Anby violently shook her head left and right and her hands restarted their fruitless effort of searching for any possible lifeline. She squealed and giggled, tears rolling down her cheeks as well as saliva down her chin. The tentacles, which never stopped tickling her soles, were now also utterly overstimulating her helpless pussy. Furthermore, Anby found out for the first time in her life just how hopelessly ticklish her butt was. It was just too much for the girl to handle.
“Aaaahahaha~!! Kyaaahahah!~ Nohoho!!~ Dohohon’t touch me thehehere! Thaat spot!! Uggh-!!
Bwaaahahahaha!!~!!”
The feeling of numerous tentacles slowly running their tips over the lips of her pussy combined with the torturous tickling of her butt crack and merciless ticklish abuse of her soles was a perfect recipe for madness. The longer it continued the louder Anby’s screams of laughter became. A big wet stain was now clearly visible on the tautly pulled spats and it felt like the ethereal still hasn’t gone all out.
“Gwaaahahahahah~~!! Aahahh!! Ahhh ♡~ Aaahaha!!~!! ♡~ Bwaaaahaha!”
By now, the silver-haired girl has become a matted mess, letting the drool and tears run freely. She wasn’t bothered by the embarrassing giggles or lewd moans escaping her mouth anymore. It just couldn’t be helped. It’s not like there was anyone to keep up her face for anyway.
“Bwaahihihi~ Mhaaa~ ♡♡!! Aahahahah~~! Kyaahahhh♡~!!”
Anby’s nervous system was so busy that she even failed to address her surging urge to pee. With urine pushing on her bladder, her legs spread wide open and the myriad of sensations all over her lower body, she could only barely hold it. The tentacles attentively entering the insides of her underwear was but a tipping point.
“Hiyaaahahahah~~!! Ahaaahahh♡~♡! Pweaahahse~♡ Noho mooar!!♡
Ahhahah~~! Pweaashe!!♡!”
The tentacles made their way underneath Anby’s spats. Little by little they crawled over the soft skin of her inner thighs, until they made it all the way.
“Bwaahahahahah!!~♡~♡! Pweaahahase!! Ahahahahah!! Hiyaaa!♡♡!”
Once the tips began caressing the girls’ smooth, hairless pussy directly, poking the lips, caressing the slit and rubbing the hood of her clit, the fate was already sealed.
Anby drew a deep breath, tensed up and let it all out. The dark stain on her spats began rapidly expanding. Shortly after, her pee began dripping down the concrete wall in long, uneven streaks.
“Ahahaaaa!!~ Aaaah♡~ Ahahahaha!! I peheheeed myself!! Bwaaa!♡! Bwaahahaha!!”
All the other tentacles one by one abandoned the surface of the pee-stained spats and moved on inside. Not an inch of skin was spared. All the way from the clit to the butthole, Anby’s nethers have become a huge playfield and the name of the game was to make her go insane.
“Haahiii!!~ Aaahaaha!!♡ Hiyaaa♡~! Ehehehehe♡~!!”
“Aahahahahahha!! Pweaashe!! Pweaase Sthoop!~♡! Shtoop!♡~”
“Nyaaaaah!!♡~ Ahaaaahahah~!♡ Bwaaahahaha!!~!!”
The Cunning Hares would later that day find Anby before she suffered any irreversible harm by etheric corruption. Her butt was sticking out of the concrete wall, motionless, and the ethereal that tormented her was nowhere to be found. Nobody would mention anything about her pee-drenched underwear nor anything else, as they were happy to find her safe and alive.
