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Saheshii f/f ff/f Fantasy setting

ShiningIce

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It's been awhile but I finally wrote something new. All feedback welcome.


Anora treaded lightly down the cobble-stone streets. Her senses finely tuned into everything around her. She heard the hearts beats of every person for two miles. She could smell the blood of every living thing for over three.

The two hundred year old vampire was frustrated. Shella, and Thora had been missing for days now and this was just intolerable. Her two lieutenants were vital to her plans.

She had spent the past sixty years in Amastrel building her network of spies, thieves, and killers.

She like all vampires desired power. Shella, under her orders had penetrated the Gurhass Guild. Who controlled two of the seven ports in Amastrel.
Thora had woven her web around the Byzanine Merchant’s Group. Who controlled the flow of human cargo. Precious humans, precious blood.

It had taken Anora one hundred forty years to get from under her maker’s thumb, and make her own way in the world. Now with Thora and Shella missing…
She had heard that the Byzanine had suffered an internal coup and a new leader had taken over.

This leader though as of yet unnamed had sent her second to Amastrel to reign in all control over human trafficking.
This could be the reason for both her minion’s disappearance. Her ice cold blue eyes and honey brown hair, combined with a small and athletic figure made her appear fragile. She was however in every sense of the word, a killer.

She was strong enough and fast enough to tear most threats to pieces. She was also well versed in sword play.
Many knew her in the underworld of Amastrel. All who did, knew to fear her. Which is why she was so vexed at her missing subordinates, and sudden lack of information. She had hoped to turn both Shella and Thora.

The two redheads would make excellent children. To be brought across into immortality. But this recent failure made her question their usefulness.
Suddenly she caught their scent. She tracked them through the foundry district and into a massive abandoned warehouse. Their scent was strong now.

Yet they smelled different. A strange sweetness was to their odor now. Anora found it both repulsive and intoxicating. She followed the sickly sweet aroma down deep into the tunnels that led beneath the warehouse .

The scent got stronger. Until her ears picked up the sound intoxicated laughter. She’d found them. Something was wrong though she could hear it in the laughter. She raced ahead. The underground passages were like a maze. She would not be deterred however.

Finally she came upon them as she rounded the corner. There were few things that could surprise a two hundred year old immortal. This was one of them. Shella and Thora were lying on each other. Shella had Thora’s feet in her hands. She was running her delicate fingers over and over the smooth creamy white soles.

Thora although laughing herself silly had one hand digging into Shella’s ribs while the other assaulted her armpit. Shella was of course rendered hysterical as well. Anora didn’t know what to make of it. She never even realized her two lieutenants were even ticklish.

She had vague memories of being incredibly ticklish when mortal and then when she had been made a new her older siblings from the same maker would often pin her down and tickle her relentlessly. Since she didn’t need to breathe anymore she could be tortured indefinitely.

She flushed those memoires from her mind immediately. She watched her subordinates tickle each other a bit longer wondering how she would discipline them. Both their faces were frozen in hilarity. Both were drenched in sweat. Yet they seemed to be…enjoying it. As if they needed to tickle each other.

Becoming disturbed Anora decided to break up play time. She grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and threw them at opposite ends of the room. “You two have failed me.”

When Anora spoke it was the emotionless certainty in her voice that usually terrified her intended target.
Countless had heard this phrase before meeting their end at her claws and fangs. Shella was the first to rise, her short red hair and tall frame.

She towered over Anora. If not for one being a vampire she probably could have taken her. Thora got to her feet. She was much shorter than Shella but still taller than Anora. Both were beautiful both were naked.
“Mistress.” Thora curtsied before once again collapsing into giggles. She was joined by Shella. “You mock me.” Anora was becoming angry. She could not tolerate disrespect from those beneath her. “Indeed Mistress.” Shella now curtsied in mockery. “We do.”

Anora leapt the distance between her and Shella. She hoisted the tall redhead up by the throat. Her cold burning blue eyes pierced into Shella’s honey brown ones. “You realize this seals your fate. I had plans for you. The both you. You would have been immortal. You could have lived forever. Instead you-“

Anora’s words were interrupted when Shella darted her hand into the vampire’s armpit. Anora had been tickled before but not like this.
Her nerve endings screamed as if on fire. She dropped Shella and tried to get her wiggling fingers away from her sensitive flesh. But the tall redhead was far stronger then she seemed. Anora realized she was laughing like a crazy woman.

Thora had snuck up behind her and was now digging into the flesh just above her hip bone. The vampire collapsed to the ground . All she could do was laugh. “Mistress is ticklish.” Declared Thora. “Yes she is.” Giggled Shella. “Sooooooo ticklish aren’t you Mistress?”

Anora could not respond. She couldn’t beg for mercy. She couldn’t tell them how she was going to brutally murder them when she got free. She was enduring the most brutal tickle torture of her life. While tickling her, the two girls were also stripping her of all her clothes. When she was completely naked.

The laughing vampire didn’t even notice. By the time they stopped she was exhausted and nude. They stood over her smiling affectionately. “We appreciate the thought of blessing us with eternal life mistress.” Thora beamed. Shella leaned in close the near delirious vampire’s face. “But we’ve already got a maker.”

“You see-“ Thora began as she reached over and playfully began to tickle Shella with one hand. “We were down here on your orders attempting to meet with our contact.” Shella did not attempt to move away from Thora’s tickling hand.

Instead she got even closer so that Thora could reach her better. Squirmed a bit but seemed to relish every touch her counterpart gave her. Why would anyone enjoy this? Thought ,Anora.

That tickling had almost broken her sanity. To think that she could be brought down so easily. She felt herself welling up with shame, and frustration. These two were her subordinates. “But instead-“ Inserted a giggling Shella. “He found us.”

Anora found the strength to sit up and scoot her back to the wall. She could smell it. That odd, overwhelming sweetness. A strange pink mist seemed to be flowing across the floor of the room now. “He tickled us. You have no idea how badly he tickled us.”


Thora almost seemed grateful. “He tickled us for days. At first we hated it.” Lamented Shella, as she grabbed one of Thora’s feet and started tickling. “Then we loved it, needed it, craved it. He said we could be like him.” Laughed a highly ticklish Thora.

Anora felt weak too weak. They hadn’t harmed her and yet she was finding trouble focusing. She could have killed the two of them the minute they started prattling on if she wasn’t so damn weak. Ticklish, why did she have to be ticklish.

Even as a vampire her weakness had cost her.
Suddenly both girls abandoned their tickle fight and brought their attention back Anora. “Shall we show her?” Thora asked looking at her counterpart.
Shella seductively met her gaze. “You mean show her how he tickled us?” Thora nodded giggling. Shella giggled back. “Yes, we’re going to show you. Show you how badly he tickled us.”

Anora was afraid now she couldn’t take anymore tickling she’d lose her mind. Then she noticed how both ladies began to change. As if made of clay their bodies began to reshape themselves. The vampire was in disbelief. What kind of creatures had they become?

Suddenly she remembered how when she was a young human woman there had been a boy she liked. That boy would always tickle her senseless. Once after finishing. He had said she was lucky he wasn’t a Saheshii.
When she asked what that was he had told her they were mythical tickle monsters.

That hunted, tickled, and sometimes turned their victims into other tickle monsters. Best ticklers in the world he used to say. Saheshii…could it be?
Could what she was facing now be the tickle monsters of old. Had one found Shella and Thora down here and made them like it?
 
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