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Star Wars TK: Ahsoka VII
(This takes place at an indeterminate time during the Clone Wars.)
Star Wars TK: Ahsoka's Revenge
O-O-O
They said revenge lead to the Dark Side, but Ahsoka had always had difficulty in distinguishing how revenge was different from the far more justified ideas of justice and retribution. She even remembered Anakin saying once that they were “just words” in the end.
Ahsoka wasn’t quite sure what had lead her to pursue the illusive Noush Shadowmane who had tormented her and Senator Chuchi and sabotaged their Republic mission, but she knew what had happened, as had ambushed the mercenary and taught her a lesson - her fingers pressed into Noush’s stocking-clad soles.
Ahsoka’s Force-concealing powers were more potent than the stealth suit Noush used, and so Ahsoka had been able to ambush the eccentric mercenary while she had been relaxing in her ‘secret’ hideout watching rom-com holo-vids. The mercenary had been reclining in a leather-bound armchair with her boots kicked off and discarded on the floor, which had just made things even easier for the Jedi who had ticklish comeuppance on her mind.
A quick Force Push knocked the surprised woman back, as she and her armchair fell to the floor with a loud thump.
“Remember me?” Ahsoka said by way of greeting, as she called through The Force for those wiggling nylon-clad soles and held them with a grip as iron as Jedi discipline.
“What… what did you do to me? Let me go!” Noush squeaked, as she squirmed in her chair, her arms thrashing and slapping at her armchair, but it felt like she had been paralyzed from the waist down. Ahsoka’s Force grip was strong, and she knew it must feel like Noush’s entire lower body had fallen asleep, or gone numb. Well, perhaps not numb, Ahsoka thought with a grin, as she reached over and stroked Noush’s right foot with her index finger, amused in the way Noush yelped from the light touch.
From the reaction she knew that Noush could still feel her legs perfectly, but they would not move, trapped in a vice made by the strength of The Force.
Ahsoka giggled as her nails skated over the surfaces of Noush’s immobile soles, she knew from experience that the sensations would be amplified by the nylons. Noush pounded her fists on the armchair and floor, flailing her arms about impotently, but no matter what she did, she could not move her ticklish feet an inch.
Holding the stocking-clad feet in front of her with the power of her Jedi mind, Ahsoka mentally pulled the toes apart, and began a devastating tickle assault all around the base and undersides of Noush’s toes, which were so ticklish that it was clear they desperately needed the protection of clenched toes.
“Ihihhihihi tihihickles! It tihihickles sohoho much! Why chahahant I mohohove?” Noush squealed, as she tugged at her short black hair in ticklish frustration.
“Never underestimate a determined Jedi,” Ahsoka grinned, as she tickled even harder.
O-O-O
Never underestimate a determined Jedi…
Ahsoka had wanted to get back at Barriss for a while now, after all the ticklish shenanigans the Miraluka Jedi had pulled on her, but with Noush’s black stealth suit, it seemed like she had all the ingredients she needed.
And the crafty Togruta knew exactly what she wanted to do – she would creep around the Jedi Temple, invisible to the naked eye, and with her own force-suppression powers, (and considering the fact that the Temple was full of Force users anyway) it was likely no one would know she was there; no one but Barriss, of course.
Ahsoka clapped her hands in excitement as she realized what a fun-filled day lay ahead of her. She had made a copy of Barriss’s schedule the previous night, so now she just had to follow the schedule and introduce a few ticklish hijinks when the opportunity presented itself. Ahsoka smiled – Barriss’s tickle-inducing shadow was ready.
O-O-O
Barriss was yawning, as she jogged to her morning training session. The lime-skinned Jedi beauty had slept poorly, as she had experienced the strangest dreams. It felt like every time she was drifting off to sleep, a light touch on her sole would make her giggle and keep her up. It had to be the wind… Ahsoka wasn’t back from her trip yet, so Barriss couldn’t imagine what else it could possibly be. When the Mirialan Jedi had finally gotten to sleep, she dreamed of feathers and tongues and all kinds of diabolical devices on her feet, and woke up to find herself tangled in her own bedsheets, her dark hair a wild mess.
She arrived at her group-training session, with an apologetic glance to Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, who was overseeing the session.
“Glad you could join us, Padawan,” he said by way of greeting. The Cerean Jedi Master was not known for patience, and he disliked anyone who did not seem to be taking his training sessions seriously.
It was a routine training session in terms of Force discipline – there was a line of ten Jedi Padawans, all levitating heavy plastisteel containers in the air. It wasn’t an especially difficult activity, and Barriss felt pride in the fact that while some of her fellow Padawans were struggling, as their containers with quivering and shaking, she was having no trouble as hers was perfectly stationary. She would probably be selected for more advanced classes soon! Barriss was so engrossed in fantasies of being tutored personally by renowned Jedi Masters like Master Luminara or Master Shaak Ti and learning mysterious techniques in the Force, that she barely recognized the sensation along her sides. It felt like… fingers! Fingers fluttering up and down her sensitive sides and poking along her ribcages! Barriss gasped, and the container dropped an inch. What was going on?
“Hey, Barriss…” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. “I’m the tickle-ghost…”
“Ahsoka! Whahahat are you dohohoing!” Barriss hissed, as she felt Ahsoka’s questing fingers continue to poke and tease her mid-section. The Jedi levitation pose that Ki-Ad-Mundi had suggested, with the arms stretching out, had left her underarms and torso particularly exposed, which Ahsoka was taking full advantage of.
“There is no need for talking, Padawans… Focus on the task at hand… A Jedi must have focus…” Master Mundi barked, suddenly appearing in front of Barriss.
“Yes, Master…” Barriss could only say meekly as her lip trembled. As the lesson continued, Ahsoka continued to make it very difficult to focus on her levitation and Force manipulation exercises. With her erect posture (continually enforced by the stern glare of Master Mundi), Ahsoka had her choice of spots to torment.
When Master Mundi was preaching the importance of stance and breathing, the minx would dig her fingers into the backs of Barriss's knees and make those sensitive knees quake. "Finding it hard to concentrate? Ahsoka whispered, as she tickled Barriss's legs and knees through her Jedi robes. Barriss was sorely tempted to swing her leg out and kick her mischievous friend as Ahsoka teased the back of her knee, but Master Mundi had his eye on her the whole time, and she already thought he had a bad impression of her due to her tardiness.
Ahsoka didn’t make it any easier for Barriss though, continually harassing her torso throughout the training session, till Master Mundi was tutting and shaking his head as Barriss’s performance worsened. The only consolation for Barriss, as Ahsoka stroked along her underarms, ribs and sides, and Master Mundi sighed and shook his head with disapproval, was that at least her very ticklish stocking-clad feet were comfortably protected in her boots.
At least for know… Barriss suppressed another giggle as she realized what was next on her agenda.
O-O-O
The next thing on Barriss (and Ahsoka’s) itinerary was a series of lectures on various affairs a Jedi was expected to know about; it ranged from philosophy to galactic history, and with the recent conflict in mind, law and military strategy as well. Jedi speakers as well as guest lecturers would be invited into the prestigious Hall of Countenance to speak to these young, eager students.
Jedi discipline was enforced rigidly in these lecture halls, especially when it was a guest speaker, and the activity was very much a test in mental discipline as the lectures were often three hours at a time, with only a brief break at the halfway mark. The hall resembled a classroom with its desks, but the Jedi used posture-correcting stools, which had its occupant kneel in a similar position to a meditative pose.
Barriss felt a dread as she lowered her body into her chair, which required her to kneel and rest her ankles on a slightly-raised bar while she lowered herself onto the chair part which rested just above her ankles. Sometimes you could get away with slipping out of class, but the Masters already were a bit wary of Barriss due to her giggling in the previous activity. She knew she would be punished if she made any noise during the lecture, but at the same time, she knew Ahsoka wasn’t about to make it easy for her. She had to remember her training… keep her emotions under control.
Maybe Ahsoka wasn’t even in the room…
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Ahsoka watched with a predatory grin as Barriss finally sat down. She had been waiting for a shot at those stocking-clad soles all day, and was glad she would finally get her opportunity. Barriss was sitting in the back of the room, in her usual seat, which was perfect because this meant that no one would be ruining Ahsoka’s fun. The Togruta glanced at Barriss’s legs, enraptured by the sight of the back of her black tights covered knees, calves and ankles and the soles of her loose boots, and just couldn’t wait to dig in, having neglected them all morning.
Ahsoka giggled as she saw the speaker today was none other than Master Mace Windu himself, a notoriously fastidious Jedi. Oh, you are in for quite the lecture, Ahsoka thought, as she lightly dragged her index finger down to Barriss’s slender ankle. It was intended simply to test her response, and Ahsoka was delighted in the way Barriss jerked from the light movement. Had she really thought she would get off so easily? Ahsoka noticed Barriss try to shift a little in the chair and try to move her other leg to scratch the spot that had just been tapped with her other foot, struggling to do so. It looked like the stools were even more restrictive than Ahsoka had hoped, especially since Barriss couldn’t slip her feet out with Ahsoka right there to keep them penned in.
It was tempting to just hammer Barriss with a savage tickling onslaught right from the onset, but that would be no fun, Ahsoka decided. She heard Mace Windu begin his lecture on some military stratagem.
“Timing is everything in strategy… Take for instance, the Tràkata lightsaber style, which uses the ability of lightsabers to turn on and off, activating and deactivating the blade in the heat of combat. Doing so can allow you to slip past enemy defense manoeuvres, and trick them into over-extending their stances and exposing themselves. A Jedi may have many weapons and skills at their disposal, but the most important thing is understanding when to use them.”
Windu was right, Ahsoka said to herself, as she pulled off Barriss’s right boot, but left the left foot alone… for now.
“My lightsaber has won me battles, but it has always been my diplomacy that has ended conflicts. There is no need to fly into every battle with lightsaber ablaze,” Windu spoke, his loud booming voice echoing across the hall.
Ahsoka used one finger to weave a slow circle around the black stocking on the right foot. Barriss tensed up, and scrunched her toes. The slow circles continued for a few more seconds till the scrunched toes finally relaxed, and then the finger was joined with another, which raked up and down the arches. Barriss tried to use her other foot to defend her besieged sole, but Ahsoka used her other hand to hold Barriss’s left foot straight so it could not aid the ticklish right foot. The two fingers slowly stroked up and down the sole, sliding down the smooth fabric as it zeroed in along the crevices of the arches. Ahsoka could feel the ridges of the sole as the toes scrunched shut again and she felt the wrinkles. Three fingers clawed into those soft-looking wrinkles, and Ahsoka heard Barriss make a gurgling noise that no one else seemed to notice. Four fingers slid from the heel to the bottom of those clenched toes, and both feet were wiggling. Five fingers spidered the tops of Barriss’s feet, and she let out a little squeak which she concealed as a cough, surprised at a sudden jump from the sole to the instep. Ahsoka took her other hand and patted the ticklish sole softly, massaging it lightly with her thumbs as she heard Windu continue his speech.
“Your aim should always be to end battles swiftly in one stroke. Minimize your causalities and catch your enemy off-guard with one powerful attack.”
Both hands suddenly pounced, scribbling all over the right sole. They scrabbled over the sole, sides of the foot and the tops, scampering all over the spasming sole like a pair of rabid red spiders. Barriss’s sole twitched to and fro, but Ahsoka wouldn’t let it escape, as Barriss’s hid her face in her arms, and tried to suppress her giggles. Ahsoka kept up the onslaught for thirty seconds, and heard a sigh of relief from Barriss when she stopped. Just for that, Ahsoka dug into the sole again immediately with all ten fingers, making Barriss let loose a little squeal that drew the ire of Windu.
“Do you have a question, Padawan?”
“No, no, Master Windu…” Barriss said, her voice breaking as Ahsoka’s fingers continued their pillaging of her poor right foot. “Juhuhust a cohohough.”
“Hmph. As I was saying…”
“Please, Ahsoka, no more! I know it’s you…” Ahsoka heard Barriss whisper, though the Togruta’s only response was to being sliding off the left foot too. You really shouldn’t be talking in class, Barriss… Ahsoka giggled to herself, as she saw the left foot wiggle in fear as it was exposed to the cool air of the hall. Now let’s play with leftie…
“A Jedi must always seek balance. Though balancing between aggression and peace is always a difficult line to walk,” Windu orated.
Ahsoka used one hand to hold the twitching toes of the left foot back, and the other to dig and scratch deep into the undersides and ticklish toe-webbing with just one meandering finger. The little finger slipping between her toes must have felt like a wriggling worm, based on the way Barriss’s feet jumped and twitched. Good to know the left foot is as ticklish as the right one, Ahsoka thought to herself with a grin, as the lone finger graduated into a pair of fingers which scratched insistently at the base of the toes, as splutters of laughter begin spilling through Barriss’s trembling mouth. Three fingers began a tri-pronged scratching at the bottom of Barriss’s heels, and four fingers scratched around the circumference of the sole, going from the left side, to grazing the tops of the toes, to the right side, to the heel and then round again. Five fingers spidered the ball of the foot as Ahsoka’s other hand hovered nearby. Eager for a relentless assault on both stockinged soles, Ahsoka didn’t spend as much time teasing the left foot, as her finale was a ten-fingered strike on the wiggling, slender toes of the spluttering Jedi. Barriss tried to reach her hand back to swipe at Ahsoka, but wasn’t quite able to reach with her chair in the way like that. Ahsoka ended her attack after a few minutes of tension, and Barriss tried to conceal her panting in the back of the class, drawing some strange looks from her classmates.
Ahsoka thought Barriss had done a good job concealing her hyperventilating, but it seemed not to have escaped the eyes of Mace Windu. When the imposing Jedi Master spoke in his booming voice, Ahsoka thought for a second she might have been discovered.
“Are you feeling all right back there, Padawan?” Windu said, as the whole class turned to see whom he was addressing. As Barriss opened her mouth to respond, Ahsoka saw this as too good an opportunity to turn down, and started scuttling her nails up and down Barriss’s soles as all eyes turned to her. The black stockinged tootsies slithered about to try to dodge Ahsoka’s fingers, but she couldn’t move as much with the entire class staring at her.
“I’m… fihihine, Master Wihindu. Just a cohohough,” Barriss said, trying to cover her giggles with an exaggerated coughing motion. The Miraluka Jedi’s knees shook and quavered as if they were going under some strenuous physical exertion, but somehow Barriss was able to keep herself composed.
“Report to the medical wing later – that’s an odd sounding cough,” Windu said with a nod, as he turned back to his notes and resumed his lecture.
“Nice cover,” Ahsoka whispered as she stood up and leaned next to Barriss’s ear. “I can’t wait to see how you handle the feathers.”
“Feathers!” Barriss hissed, in as loud a whisper as she dared, but Ahsoka had already darted back to her stocking-clad soles, and pinned them firmly in place. Ahsoka firmly gripped a foot back, pulling the toes so that the tender undersides of the toes would be totally exposed and pulled out a feather from a secret compartment on her suit, where the elusive Noush Shadowmane had been sensible enough to use to store feathers.
Ahsoka was conflicted between going for Barriss’s slender toes or her arch first, but the tendon that appeared in her arch with her foot in such a position was too tempting a target to ignore, Ahsoka decided. The black feather descended on this ticklish crevice slowly, a soft caressing that visibly sent shudders through Barriss’s responsive body. The tip of the feather slowly meandered up and down those high arches, as Barriss sounded like she was having another coughing fit as Ahsoka manoeuvred the feather in a monotonous circle along her arch and up over the ball of the foot. The bristles were soft, but Ahsoka knew from personal experience that the soft fluttery movement was devastating on sensitive feet, as she had been on the receiving end of such shenanigans on multiple occasions now.
Ahsoka was delighted in how the repetitive movement still seemed successful no matter how many circles she did. Barriss’s foot struggled in Ahsoka’s grasp, but no matter how the foot squirmed and the toes wiggled, they could not escape Ahsoka’s iron grip. Ahsoka switched feet, and probed deep into the arches of the other foot, till she started to noticed that the wiggling and jerking of Barriss’s feet were decreasing in power, which seemed to signify that fatigue was setting in, or perhaps she had simply given up as she sat in her desk, slumped down and mmmphing into her hands.
Ahsoka dimly wondered if Barriss would flunk an exam due to not making notes today. Wouldn’t that be nice, Ahsoka thought, as she began pushing the sharp end of the feather under and in between Barriss’s toes. I’ll help her write an essay, Ahsoka thought, as she held the feather like a pen and scribbled all over Barriss’s soft soles and toes. Every time she would finish a ‘page’, she would quickly leap over to the other foot, which would always make Barriss jump.
Barriss had held up well. Too well. Time to make her embarrassed and end this charade. Ahsoka began a deceptively soothing massage on the reddened and abused soles which had taken so much tickle assault, and she could feel the muscles in Barriss’s feet and legs began to relax. Ahsoka wondered if the other girl really thought she was out of the woods, or if she was just relieved to finally have someone touch her feet in a way that wasn’t pure tickle torture.
Ahsoka started with slowly sliding just the tips of her nails across the skin in a spidering motion, and Ahsoka heard a sharp gasp from Barriss at the sensations – then a flurry of movement, digging deep into the arches. Barriss shook at her desk, and giggles spluttered loose from her lips as she had been lulled into a false sense of security. The wicked fingernails continued their devilish work.
“What is so funny back there?” Master Windu called. It was Ahsoka’s cue to leave.
But the day was still young. The fun wasn’t over yet…
O-O-O
The last lesson of the day had been the one that talented, young Barriss had been dreading most. It was simply a free period, where one was expected to remain in the Jedi Archives reading materials and conducting self-study. Barriss had been hoping to get a seat in the front of the library where at least Ahsoka might restrain from more ticklish hijinks due to the fears of being caught, but Barriss had suffered a ‘mishap’ while she had been in the washroom, as what appeared to be a tickle-phantom had decided to follow her into the cubicle and tickle her ribs and sides silly before Barriss could even sit down – it was lucky she hadn’t wet herself! In any case, the bathroom break had taken longer than needed as a result, so most of the seats in the front of the library were taken when Barriss composed herself and came out.
A pit of dread bubbling in the pit of her stomach, Barriss sat down at the back of the library. She was desperately hoping that maybe Ahsoka had gotten tired of the whole charade and decided to go away and bother someone else for once – why not tickle someone else for a change! There were plenty of ticklish Padawans in this room, Barriss could testify.
But while Barriss was plotting a tickle session on the Feet-sensitive Padawans in this room, she felt a tap on the ankle. Barriss frowned, and stared outwards at the blonde girl in front of her and imagined tickling her silly with her long nails. She was panicked at what was going to happen to her, but determined to keep silent as best she could and not give Ahsoka the satisfaction of going to pieces at a single touch. Barriss crunched her toes as best she could, but she couldn’t stop the boot from sliding off her feet and exposing her nylon-clad soles. Barriss could feel Ahsoka smirking as one strong hand held her right ankle while its a sharp but smooth thumbnail slowly stroked up and down the sole of Barriss’s slender foot.
Barriss had been tickled all day, and especially right when she had been planning a ticklish ploy of her own, as the blonde jedi in front had just slipped her feet out of her boots, showing her nylon-clad soles distractingly – all her nerves were on edge. If Ahsoka had straight out tickled the bottoms of Barriss’s feet in full force, she held no illusions and knew she would have shrieked and screamed immediately and embarrassed herself in the silent library. But like before, Barriss’s tormentor was not so eager to end her game quite yet.
Ahsoka’s grip was iron, and there was nothing that could be done as she started playing this game again, the same game they had been playing ever since they were both young Padawans. Ahsoka, knowing she had all the time in the world, tickled with slow, light, maddening strokes, teasing Barriss along the toes right where she knew the Miraluka couldn’t stand it, and tracing the cute wrinkles that lined the soles whenever Barriss curled her toes in responses to the tinkling tickling touches. Barriss felt the sensations bubbling within her quickly, and eager to burst out – she clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and scrunched her eyes shut but it all didn’t seem to help as she shook with silent giggles. The best she could do was suppress the jumps and twitches the teasing tickles caused.
Ahsoka continued to play her game, as Barriss desperately tried to keep her composure. Somehow it was even more frustrating knowing that Ahsoka was just toying with her – an insistent tickle could bring her to howling mirth, but the Togruta was content to tease. A single finger slowly traced over the length of her sole, paying particular attention to the high arches. She slipped slick fingers between Barriss’s flexing, squirming toes and simply held them there, their uncomfortable presence enough to make Barriss tickle herself with every quivering movement – and Ahsoka would facilitate this by lightly wiggling her fingers too, every now and then. She would scratch a tiny spot on her heel so insistently for so long that Barriss wanted to scream at her and tell her to move on and tickle her somewhere else, anywhere else.
“Ahsoka… please… no more!” Barriss whispered desperately, as Ahsoka continued to tease, but to her surprise, the mischievous Togruta seemed to relent for once.
“Do me one favour,” Barriss heard a whisper from her ankles which had to be Ahsoka.
“Anything.”
Barriss could hear the grin in Ahsoka’s voice. “Anything? Well, I want you to laugh, Barriss,” she said, as her short fingernails tore into Barriss’s soles, flying over the heels, the balls of the feet, the pads of her slender long toes, and, especially, and most terribly of all, the high hollows of those sensitive arches. Barriss obeyed Ahsoka’s request, but make no mistake, revenge was on her mind. She would get the blonde jedi first, but Ahsoka would be next, right when she thought she was safe…
(This takes place at an indeterminate time during the Clone Wars.)
Star Wars TK: Ahsoka's Revenge
O-O-O
They said revenge lead to the Dark Side, but Ahsoka had always had difficulty in distinguishing how revenge was different from the far more justified ideas of justice and retribution. She even remembered Anakin saying once that they were “just words” in the end.
Ahsoka wasn’t quite sure what had lead her to pursue the illusive Noush Shadowmane who had tormented her and Senator Chuchi and sabotaged their Republic mission, but she knew what had happened, as had ambushed the mercenary and taught her a lesson - her fingers pressed into Noush’s stocking-clad soles.
Ahsoka’s Force-concealing powers were more potent than the stealth suit Noush used, and so Ahsoka had been able to ambush the eccentric mercenary while she had been relaxing in her ‘secret’ hideout watching rom-com holo-vids. The mercenary had been reclining in a leather-bound armchair with her boots kicked off and discarded on the floor, which had just made things even easier for the Jedi who had ticklish comeuppance on her mind.
A quick Force Push knocked the surprised woman back, as she and her armchair fell to the floor with a loud thump.
“Remember me?” Ahsoka said by way of greeting, as she called through The Force for those wiggling nylon-clad soles and held them with a grip as iron as Jedi discipline.
“What… what did you do to me? Let me go!” Noush squeaked, as she squirmed in her chair, her arms thrashing and slapping at her armchair, but it felt like she had been paralyzed from the waist down. Ahsoka’s Force grip was strong, and she knew it must feel like Noush’s entire lower body had fallen asleep, or gone numb. Well, perhaps not numb, Ahsoka thought with a grin, as she reached over and stroked Noush’s right foot with her index finger, amused in the way Noush yelped from the light touch.
From the reaction she knew that Noush could still feel her legs perfectly, but they would not move, trapped in a vice made by the strength of The Force.
Ahsoka giggled as her nails skated over the surfaces of Noush’s immobile soles, she knew from experience that the sensations would be amplified by the nylons. Noush pounded her fists on the armchair and floor, flailing her arms about impotently, but no matter what she did, she could not move her ticklish feet an inch.
Holding the stocking-clad feet in front of her with the power of her Jedi mind, Ahsoka mentally pulled the toes apart, and began a devastating tickle assault all around the base and undersides of Noush’s toes, which were so ticklish that it was clear they desperately needed the protection of clenched toes.
“Ihihhihihi tihihickles! It tihihickles sohoho much! Why chahahant I mohohove?” Noush squealed, as she tugged at her short black hair in ticklish frustration.
“Never underestimate a determined Jedi,” Ahsoka grinned, as she tickled even harder.
O-O-O
Never underestimate a determined Jedi…
Ahsoka had wanted to get back at Barriss for a while now, after all the ticklish shenanigans the Miraluka Jedi had pulled on her, but with Noush’s black stealth suit, it seemed like she had all the ingredients she needed.
And the crafty Togruta knew exactly what she wanted to do – she would creep around the Jedi Temple, invisible to the naked eye, and with her own force-suppression powers, (and considering the fact that the Temple was full of Force users anyway) it was likely no one would know she was there; no one but Barriss, of course.
Ahsoka clapped her hands in excitement as she realized what a fun-filled day lay ahead of her. She had made a copy of Barriss’s schedule the previous night, so now she just had to follow the schedule and introduce a few ticklish hijinks when the opportunity presented itself. Ahsoka smiled – Barriss’s tickle-inducing shadow was ready.
O-O-O
Barriss was yawning, as she jogged to her morning training session. The lime-skinned Jedi beauty had slept poorly, as she had experienced the strangest dreams. It felt like every time she was drifting off to sleep, a light touch on her sole would make her giggle and keep her up. It had to be the wind… Ahsoka wasn’t back from her trip yet, so Barriss couldn’t imagine what else it could possibly be. When the Mirialan Jedi had finally gotten to sleep, she dreamed of feathers and tongues and all kinds of diabolical devices on her feet, and woke up to find herself tangled in her own bedsheets, her dark hair a wild mess.
She arrived at her group-training session, with an apologetic glance to Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, who was overseeing the session.
“Glad you could join us, Padawan,” he said by way of greeting. The Cerean Jedi Master was not known for patience, and he disliked anyone who did not seem to be taking his training sessions seriously.
It was a routine training session in terms of Force discipline – there was a line of ten Jedi Padawans, all levitating heavy plastisteel containers in the air. It wasn’t an especially difficult activity, and Barriss felt pride in the fact that while some of her fellow Padawans were struggling, as their containers with quivering and shaking, she was having no trouble as hers was perfectly stationary. She would probably be selected for more advanced classes soon! Barriss was so engrossed in fantasies of being tutored personally by renowned Jedi Masters like Master Luminara or Master Shaak Ti and learning mysterious techniques in the Force, that she barely recognized the sensation along her sides. It felt like… fingers! Fingers fluttering up and down her sensitive sides and poking along her ribcages! Barriss gasped, and the container dropped an inch. What was going on?
“Hey, Barriss…” a familiar voice whispered in her ear. “I’m the tickle-ghost…”
“Ahsoka! Whahahat are you dohohoing!” Barriss hissed, as she felt Ahsoka’s questing fingers continue to poke and tease her mid-section. The Jedi levitation pose that Ki-Ad-Mundi had suggested, with the arms stretching out, had left her underarms and torso particularly exposed, which Ahsoka was taking full advantage of.
“There is no need for talking, Padawans… Focus on the task at hand… A Jedi must have focus…” Master Mundi barked, suddenly appearing in front of Barriss.
“Yes, Master…” Barriss could only say meekly as her lip trembled. As the lesson continued, Ahsoka continued to make it very difficult to focus on her levitation and Force manipulation exercises. With her erect posture (continually enforced by the stern glare of Master Mundi), Ahsoka had her choice of spots to torment.
When Master Mundi was preaching the importance of stance and breathing, the minx would dig her fingers into the backs of Barriss's knees and make those sensitive knees quake. "Finding it hard to concentrate? Ahsoka whispered, as she tickled Barriss's legs and knees through her Jedi robes. Barriss was sorely tempted to swing her leg out and kick her mischievous friend as Ahsoka teased the back of her knee, but Master Mundi had his eye on her the whole time, and she already thought he had a bad impression of her due to her tardiness.
Ahsoka didn’t make it any easier for Barriss though, continually harassing her torso throughout the training session, till Master Mundi was tutting and shaking his head as Barriss’s performance worsened. The only consolation for Barriss, as Ahsoka stroked along her underarms, ribs and sides, and Master Mundi sighed and shook his head with disapproval, was that at least her very ticklish stocking-clad feet were comfortably protected in her boots.
At least for know… Barriss suppressed another giggle as she realized what was next on her agenda.
O-O-O
The next thing on Barriss (and Ahsoka’s) itinerary was a series of lectures on various affairs a Jedi was expected to know about; it ranged from philosophy to galactic history, and with the recent conflict in mind, law and military strategy as well. Jedi speakers as well as guest lecturers would be invited into the prestigious Hall of Countenance to speak to these young, eager students.
Jedi discipline was enforced rigidly in these lecture halls, especially when it was a guest speaker, and the activity was very much a test in mental discipline as the lectures were often three hours at a time, with only a brief break at the halfway mark. The hall resembled a classroom with its desks, but the Jedi used posture-correcting stools, which had its occupant kneel in a similar position to a meditative pose.
Barriss felt a dread as she lowered her body into her chair, which required her to kneel and rest her ankles on a slightly-raised bar while she lowered herself onto the chair part which rested just above her ankles. Sometimes you could get away with slipping out of class, but the Masters already were a bit wary of Barriss due to her giggling in the previous activity. She knew she would be punished if she made any noise during the lecture, but at the same time, she knew Ahsoka wasn’t about to make it easy for her. She had to remember her training… keep her emotions under control.
Maybe Ahsoka wasn’t even in the room…
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Ahsoka watched with a predatory grin as Barriss finally sat down. She had been waiting for a shot at those stocking-clad soles all day, and was glad she would finally get her opportunity. Barriss was sitting in the back of the room, in her usual seat, which was perfect because this meant that no one would be ruining Ahsoka’s fun. The Togruta glanced at Barriss’s legs, enraptured by the sight of the back of her black tights covered knees, calves and ankles and the soles of her loose boots, and just couldn’t wait to dig in, having neglected them all morning.
Ahsoka giggled as she saw the speaker today was none other than Master Mace Windu himself, a notoriously fastidious Jedi. Oh, you are in for quite the lecture, Ahsoka thought, as she lightly dragged her index finger down to Barriss’s slender ankle. It was intended simply to test her response, and Ahsoka was delighted in the way Barriss jerked from the light movement. Had she really thought she would get off so easily? Ahsoka noticed Barriss try to shift a little in the chair and try to move her other leg to scratch the spot that had just been tapped with her other foot, struggling to do so. It looked like the stools were even more restrictive than Ahsoka had hoped, especially since Barriss couldn’t slip her feet out with Ahsoka right there to keep them penned in.
It was tempting to just hammer Barriss with a savage tickling onslaught right from the onset, but that would be no fun, Ahsoka decided. She heard Mace Windu begin his lecture on some military stratagem.
“Timing is everything in strategy… Take for instance, the Tràkata lightsaber style, which uses the ability of lightsabers to turn on and off, activating and deactivating the blade in the heat of combat. Doing so can allow you to slip past enemy defense manoeuvres, and trick them into over-extending their stances and exposing themselves. A Jedi may have many weapons and skills at their disposal, but the most important thing is understanding when to use them.”
Windu was right, Ahsoka said to herself, as she pulled off Barriss’s right boot, but left the left foot alone… for now.
“My lightsaber has won me battles, but it has always been my diplomacy that has ended conflicts. There is no need to fly into every battle with lightsaber ablaze,” Windu spoke, his loud booming voice echoing across the hall.
Ahsoka used one finger to weave a slow circle around the black stocking on the right foot. Barriss tensed up, and scrunched her toes. The slow circles continued for a few more seconds till the scrunched toes finally relaxed, and then the finger was joined with another, which raked up and down the arches. Barriss tried to use her other foot to defend her besieged sole, but Ahsoka used her other hand to hold Barriss’s left foot straight so it could not aid the ticklish right foot. The two fingers slowly stroked up and down the sole, sliding down the smooth fabric as it zeroed in along the crevices of the arches. Ahsoka could feel the ridges of the sole as the toes scrunched shut again and she felt the wrinkles. Three fingers clawed into those soft-looking wrinkles, and Ahsoka heard Barriss make a gurgling noise that no one else seemed to notice. Four fingers slid from the heel to the bottom of those clenched toes, and both feet were wiggling. Five fingers spidered the tops of Barriss’s feet, and she let out a little squeak which she concealed as a cough, surprised at a sudden jump from the sole to the instep. Ahsoka took her other hand and patted the ticklish sole softly, massaging it lightly with her thumbs as she heard Windu continue his speech.
“Your aim should always be to end battles swiftly in one stroke. Minimize your causalities and catch your enemy off-guard with one powerful attack.”
Both hands suddenly pounced, scribbling all over the right sole. They scrabbled over the sole, sides of the foot and the tops, scampering all over the spasming sole like a pair of rabid red spiders. Barriss’s sole twitched to and fro, but Ahsoka wouldn’t let it escape, as Barriss’s hid her face in her arms, and tried to suppress her giggles. Ahsoka kept up the onslaught for thirty seconds, and heard a sigh of relief from Barriss when she stopped. Just for that, Ahsoka dug into the sole again immediately with all ten fingers, making Barriss let loose a little squeal that drew the ire of Windu.
“Do you have a question, Padawan?”
“No, no, Master Windu…” Barriss said, her voice breaking as Ahsoka’s fingers continued their pillaging of her poor right foot. “Juhuhust a cohohough.”
“Hmph. As I was saying…”
“Please, Ahsoka, no more! I know it’s you…” Ahsoka heard Barriss whisper, though the Togruta’s only response was to being sliding off the left foot too. You really shouldn’t be talking in class, Barriss… Ahsoka giggled to herself, as she saw the left foot wiggle in fear as it was exposed to the cool air of the hall. Now let’s play with leftie…
“A Jedi must always seek balance. Though balancing between aggression and peace is always a difficult line to walk,” Windu orated.
Ahsoka used one hand to hold the twitching toes of the left foot back, and the other to dig and scratch deep into the undersides and ticklish toe-webbing with just one meandering finger. The little finger slipping between her toes must have felt like a wriggling worm, based on the way Barriss’s feet jumped and twitched. Good to know the left foot is as ticklish as the right one, Ahsoka thought to herself with a grin, as the lone finger graduated into a pair of fingers which scratched insistently at the base of the toes, as splutters of laughter begin spilling through Barriss’s trembling mouth. Three fingers began a tri-pronged scratching at the bottom of Barriss’s heels, and four fingers scratched around the circumference of the sole, going from the left side, to grazing the tops of the toes, to the right side, to the heel and then round again. Five fingers spidered the ball of the foot as Ahsoka’s other hand hovered nearby. Eager for a relentless assault on both stockinged soles, Ahsoka didn’t spend as much time teasing the left foot, as her finale was a ten-fingered strike on the wiggling, slender toes of the spluttering Jedi. Barriss tried to reach her hand back to swipe at Ahsoka, but wasn’t quite able to reach with her chair in the way like that. Ahsoka ended her attack after a few minutes of tension, and Barriss tried to conceal her panting in the back of the class, drawing some strange looks from her classmates.
Ahsoka thought Barriss had done a good job concealing her hyperventilating, but it seemed not to have escaped the eyes of Mace Windu. When the imposing Jedi Master spoke in his booming voice, Ahsoka thought for a second she might have been discovered.
“Are you feeling all right back there, Padawan?” Windu said, as the whole class turned to see whom he was addressing. As Barriss opened her mouth to respond, Ahsoka saw this as too good an opportunity to turn down, and started scuttling her nails up and down Barriss’s soles as all eyes turned to her. The black stockinged tootsies slithered about to try to dodge Ahsoka’s fingers, but she couldn’t move as much with the entire class staring at her.
“I’m… fihihine, Master Wihindu. Just a cohohough,” Barriss said, trying to cover her giggles with an exaggerated coughing motion. The Miraluka Jedi’s knees shook and quavered as if they were going under some strenuous physical exertion, but somehow Barriss was able to keep herself composed.
“Report to the medical wing later – that’s an odd sounding cough,” Windu said with a nod, as he turned back to his notes and resumed his lecture.
“Nice cover,” Ahsoka whispered as she stood up and leaned next to Barriss’s ear. “I can’t wait to see how you handle the feathers.”
“Feathers!” Barriss hissed, in as loud a whisper as she dared, but Ahsoka had already darted back to her stocking-clad soles, and pinned them firmly in place. Ahsoka firmly gripped a foot back, pulling the toes so that the tender undersides of the toes would be totally exposed and pulled out a feather from a secret compartment on her suit, where the elusive Noush Shadowmane had been sensible enough to use to store feathers.
Ahsoka was conflicted between going for Barriss’s slender toes or her arch first, but the tendon that appeared in her arch with her foot in such a position was too tempting a target to ignore, Ahsoka decided. The black feather descended on this ticklish crevice slowly, a soft caressing that visibly sent shudders through Barriss’s responsive body. The tip of the feather slowly meandered up and down those high arches, as Barriss sounded like she was having another coughing fit as Ahsoka manoeuvred the feather in a monotonous circle along her arch and up over the ball of the foot. The bristles were soft, but Ahsoka knew from personal experience that the soft fluttery movement was devastating on sensitive feet, as she had been on the receiving end of such shenanigans on multiple occasions now.
Ahsoka was delighted in how the repetitive movement still seemed successful no matter how many circles she did. Barriss’s foot struggled in Ahsoka’s grasp, but no matter how the foot squirmed and the toes wiggled, they could not escape Ahsoka’s iron grip. Ahsoka switched feet, and probed deep into the arches of the other foot, till she started to noticed that the wiggling and jerking of Barriss’s feet were decreasing in power, which seemed to signify that fatigue was setting in, or perhaps she had simply given up as she sat in her desk, slumped down and mmmphing into her hands.
Ahsoka dimly wondered if Barriss would flunk an exam due to not making notes today. Wouldn’t that be nice, Ahsoka thought, as she began pushing the sharp end of the feather under and in between Barriss’s toes. I’ll help her write an essay, Ahsoka thought, as she held the feather like a pen and scribbled all over Barriss’s soft soles and toes. Every time she would finish a ‘page’, she would quickly leap over to the other foot, which would always make Barriss jump.
Barriss had held up well. Too well. Time to make her embarrassed and end this charade. Ahsoka began a deceptively soothing massage on the reddened and abused soles which had taken so much tickle assault, and she could feel the muscles in Barriss’s feet and legs began to relax. Ahsoka wondered if the other girl really thought she was out of the woods, or if she was just relieved to finally have someone touch her feet in a way that wasn’t pure tickle torture.
Ahsoka started with slowly sliding just the tips of her nails across the skin in a spidering motion, and Ahsoka heard a sharp gasp from Barriss at the sensations – then a flurry of movement, digging deep into the arches. Barriss shook at her desk, and giggles spluttered loose from her lips as she had been lulled into a false sense of security. The wicked fingernails continued their devilish work.
“What is so funny back there?” Master Windu called. It was Ahsoka’s cue to leave.
But the day was still young. The fun wasn’t over yet…
O-O-O
The last lesson of the day had been the one that talented, young Barriss had been dreading most. It was simply a free period, where one was expected to remain in the Jedi Archives reading materials and conducting self-study. Barriss had been hoping to get a seat in the front of the library where at least Ahsoka might restrain from more ticklish hijinks due to the fears of being caught, but Barriss had suffered a ‘mishap’ while she had been in the washroom, as what appeared to be a tickle-phantom had decided to follow her into the cubicle and tickle her ribs and sides silly before Barriss could even sit down – it was lucky she hadn’t wet herself! In any case, the bathroom break had taken longer than needed as a result, so most of the seats in the front of the library were taken when Barriss composed herself and came out.
A pit of dread bubbling in the pit of her stomach, Barriss sat down at the back of the library. She was desperately hoping that maybe Ahsoka had gotten tired of the whole charade and decided to go away and bother someone else for once – why not tickle someone else for a change! There were plenty of ticklish Padawans in this room, Barriss could testify.
But while Barriss was plotting a tickle session on the Feet-sensitive Padawans in this room, she felt a tap on the ankle. Barriss frowned, and stared outwards at the blonde girl in front of her and imagined tickling her silly with her long nails. She was panicked at what was going to happen to her, but determined to keep silent as best she could and not give Ahsoka the satisfaction of going to pieces at a single touch. Barriss crunched her toes as best she could, but she couldn’t stop the boot from sliding off her feet and exposing her nylon-clad soles. Barriss could feel Ahsoka smirking as one strong hand held her right ankle while its a sharp but smooth thumbnail slowly stroked up and down the sole of Barriss’s slender foot.
Barriss had been tickled all day, and especially right when she had been planning a ticklish ploy of her own, as the blonde jedi in front had just slipped her feet out of her boots, showing her nylon-clad soles distractingly – all her nerves were on edge. If Ahsoka had straight out tickled the bottoms of Barriss’s feet in full force, she held no illusions and knew she would have shrieked and screamed immediately and embarrassed herself in the silent library. But like before, Barriss’s tormentor was not so eager to end her game quite yet.
Ahsoka’s grip was iron, and there was nothing that could be done as she started playing this game again, the same game they had been playing ever since they were both young Padawans. Ahsoka, knowing she had all the time in the world, tickled with slow, light, maddening strokes, teasing Barriss along the toes right where she knew the Miraluka couldn’t stand it, and tracing the cute wrinkles that lined the soles whenever Barriss curled her toes in responses to the tinkling tickling touches. Barriss felt the sensations bubbling within her quickly, and eager to burst out – she clenched her fists, gritted her teeth and scrunched her eyes shut but it all didn’t seem to help as she shook with silent giggles. The best she could do was suppress the jumps and twitches the teasing tickles caused.
Ahsoka continued to play her game, as Barriss desperately tried to keep her composure. Somehow it was even more frustrating knowing that Ahsoka was just toying with her – an insistent tickle could bring her to howling mirth, but the Togruta was content to tease. A single finger slowly traced over the length of her sole, paying particular attention to the high arches. She slipped slick fingers between Barriss’s flexing, squirming toes and simply held them there, their uncomfortable presence enough to make Barriss tickle herself with every quivering movement – and Ahsoka would facilitate this by lightly wiggling her fingers too, every now and then. She would scratch a tiny spot on her heel so insistently for so long that Barriss wanted to scream at her and tell her to move on and tickle her somewhere else, anywhere else.
“Ahsoka… please… no more!” Barriss whispered desperately, as Ahsoka continued to tease, but to her surprise, the mischievous Togruta seemed to relent for once.
“Do me one favour,” Barriss heard a whisper from her ankles which had to be Ahsoka.
“Anything.”
Barriss could hear the grin in Ahsoka’s voice. “Anything? Well, I want you to laugh, Barriss,” she said, as her short fingernails tore into Barriss’s soles, flying over the heels, the balls of the feet, the pads of her slender long toes, and, especially, and most terribly of all, the high hollows of those sensitive arches. Barriss obeyed Ahsoka’s request, but make no mistake, revenge was on her mind. She would get the blonde jedi first, but Ahsoka would be next, right when she thought she was safe…
