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Just a little story I whipped up a few months ago...certainly not my best work but it is one of my first and this has a spot of nostalgia about it. Ah well, hope y'all enjoy.
The Chron guard flipped shut his Zippo after lighting up, sucking down a much-needed dose of nicotine in preperation for a long day of boredom. He was just slipping the silvery lighter into his pants pocket when it glinted brilliant scarlet for the merest instant. "Odd," he thought to himself as he brought it back up into the light of the setting sun to examine it. It was the last thought he ever had as the high-powered sniper shot plowed a furrow through his vital organs. He died soundlessly and painlessly, just as his assassin had intended.
Said assasin stepped out from behind the brush cover she had been using to conceal her position, shouldering the laser-sighted rifle as she scanned the area around her for more Chron soldiers. She knew there shouldn't be any around, if all was according to plan, but she also knew plans usually lasted about 2 seconds into a fight before going up like so much gun smoke. Satisfied that, for now at least, she would be undisturbed, she raced forward into the nearly hidden cavern the dead soldier had been guarding, sparing a quick glance at the sun. It was barely a handspan above the horizon, leaving her barely 15 minutes to get where she needed to go. Perfect timing.
Stepping into the cavern, she waited a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness before moving on. Rather than use a flashlight and give her position away, she relied on her superior vision and her instincts. They had always gotten her through before.
The tunnel she found herself appeared to stop short in a dead end, but she knew from her studies of this hallowed site that this was an illusion. Reaching for the wall, she felt around the intersection of the floor and the wall for the switch that would open her passageway to the main chamber and her goal - and, as she knew, two more Chron guardsmen. She checked her watch - eleven more minutes - and drew her twin pistols, took a deep breath, and hit the switch.
The door swung open smoothly and practically silently, an impressive feat for what was essentially a massive rock on bearings - made all the more impressive when one bore in mind the antiquity of the creators of this mechanism.She darted through the gap when it was barely wide enough for her slim body, darting out the door with guns blazing, firing blind to startle the guards into movement. As she emerged fully into the chamber she -
found the guards draped on the floor like mannequins knocked over by a vengeful store clerk. She ceased firing and, out of habit, reloaded and re-holstered her pistols without even sparing a thought. She checked her watch - six more minutes till the sun touched the horizon. Plenty of time to investigate this small mystery before locating the object of her quest.
She knelt down next to one of the bodies, feeling for a pulse - and was quite surprised to actually find one, though it beat very faintly. She looked across the chamber and noticed the other guard, too, showed faint signs of life. Very odd indeed. However, a quick glance at her watch showed that she had no more time for idle speculation - less than two minutes remained until her time was up and the process began.
Standing quickly, she ran across the room and found her goal - a small niche carved into the wall of the cave, directly opposite a pinprick of a hole in the outer wall of the chamber. There in the niche, just as she had read, was the aritfact the Chron soldiers had been guarding - the Periapt of the Seekers.
The Seekers were an ancient race of extra-terrestrials, self-exiled from a war-torn galaxy and making a home of Earth to study it's creatures and, if at all possible, prevent them from following that deadly path. However, the Seekers were unable to flourish under the too-harsh light of Earth's sun and gradually died out, leaving behind only artifacts of tremendous power as a legacy to their wards. Of these artifacts, the Periapt was rumored to be the most powerful by far by the cogniscenti among those who studied the Seeker artifacts. Supposedly, when it absorbed enough power from any readily available source, it could destroy worlds - hence the cavern, which was most certainly not natural stone. However, one day out of every hundred and hour years, the sun would shine through a precisely carved hole and strike the Periapt, recharging it for it's century long hibernation. It was said that, whoever held the Periapt at this precise instant would know total peace, and have their innermost hearts desire granted - desires so deep and secret even the bearer may not be aware of them. It was for this that the young adventuress had sought out the Periapt and it's secrets with her usual dogged determination.
She glanced again at her watch. Thirty seconds remaining. She tightened her grip on the Periapt, making sure she was not blocking the hole. Where time had sped just moments earlier, it now seemed to drag endlessly onward, the seconds easily outpaced by her own rapidly beating heart. Just when she was beginning to think she may have made a mistake, a piercing ray of light traced a glistening path through the darkness of the cave, striking the Periapt directly on an oddly shaped gemstone of indeterminate nature on the face. Even as this registered in the young girls mind, she felt her thoughts slipping away from this world and venturing into the next. She fought for control - she had never, ever lost control - but nonetheless she felt lighter and lighter, until.....
* * * * *
She was looking down at her own body, it's arms raised above it's head, clutching the Periapt as it glowed with a fierce crimson light. She felt a compulsion to study herself objectively for the first time in years, and did so without a second thought. Her lean, trim body was hard from years of constant exertion, yet that hardness failed to hide the softness of her femininity which lay just below the surface. She must have stood just over 5 foot 5 in her bare feet, with her long raven tresses tied in a pony-tail as always. I'm beautiful, she thought to herself, never stopping to think that this was an awfully odd thought for she who had never once considered her physical body as anything other than a weapon.
Even as she thought this, she turned around - she wasn't quite sure how - to face a brilliant blinding white backdrop, against which was set the single most stunning creature she had ever seen in her short but exciting life. It spread it's long arms in welcome, and it was the most graceful motion she had ever seen before. And when it spoke, it's voice was nothing short of a musical epic in itself.
"Welcome, Lara Croft, to the home of the Seekers."
Lara stood stockstill as this alien creature spoke her name with a tone of reverence. "Where is this place?" she finally managed to ask.
The creature smiled - and it was an utterly human smile, for she realized now that the creature itself looked like a seven foot tall human being, though beautiful beyond compare - and said "Not so much where, Miss Croft, as when. You have been transplanted back to a time when the Seekers were still powerful. We have the power, here, to discern your innermost desires - and grant them."
"Why would you do this?" The curiosity that had driven much of her life was asserting itself once again, even in the face of these incredible circumstances.
"Don't worry about that which does not concern you, Miss Croft, and you shall go far. I believe the saying will go 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,' yes?" The creature smiled again and said "Now look down, Miss Croft, and percieve your own beauty for the first time."
For the second time that night, Lara gazed down at her own body and was shocked by what she saw. Her tight khaki vest and white blouse were gone, as were her cargo pants and guns. These had been replaced with a flowing gown of what looked like silk but clearly was not. She felt the strange material tingle against her deeply tanned skin, and the sensation was far from unpleasant. She also noticed that her hair had been let down and flowed around her bare shoulders like a cascade of water. Her knee high boots were also gone, but remained unreplaced, as did her socks, leaving her small feet bare. "Even my feet are pretty like this", she thought to herself, and indeed they were. She was, quite simply, stunningly gorgeous. Even the Seeker, itself spectacularly beautiful, was given pause by the vision before it.
"Miss Croft, your heart has been weighed and it has been found pure. 'Twas not ambition that brought you to these hallowed halls, but self-discovery. Your desire is to be granted now." Lara tore her gaze away from herself and looked up to find the Seeker gone, replaced by a palatial ceiling. She realized that somehow she had gone from standing to lying down. She realized at the same moment that she was oddly paralyzed, though this thought did not fill her with the panic she expected. In fact, she'd never been so relaxed. She lay still and appreciated this relaxation. Maybe this was all she desired, complete and total rest...
Lara's thoughts were shattered as a softly glowing tentacle hove into view, raising itself from the floor to hover over her body. She felt no fear, only curiousity, as the tentacle rose above her, then lowered itself gently onto her chin. She giggled as it touched her - she'd always been very ticklish, and this thing seemed to accentuate that to the point that even her chin was sensitive.
The tentacle lay lightly on her chin for a moment, as if contemplating what it was about to do, then slowly traced it's way down her neck, down her upper torso, coming to a stop right over her navel. She felt glad for the dress - it seemed to block the tickling feelings of the tentacle, which would otherwise have been unbearable.
Even as this thought entered Lara's mind, the dress was gone in a flash of scarlet light. She jumped - as much as she could, at any rate - and tittered like a little girl as the tentacle dipped down into her navel now that the resistance was gone. Oddly, she still felt no fear, even though she'd always been deathly phobic of both tickling and being restrained, helpless - out of control. Instead, a perverse feeling of exhiliration suffused her being, even as she continued giggling her cute, school girl laugh. The tentacle allowed her giggles to die down into small silent shudders before tracing back up the path it had come, this time without a dress to hinder it. As it traced over Lara's toned stomach she burst out laughing, then redoubled her laughter as it reached her chest, before slipping into a subdued giggling as it traced around her neck in gentle circles. The tentacle settled into a gentle rythm, gliding across the smooth skin of her neck, up around her ears, back down to her neck, in gentle circles. It tickled yet relaxed, and she began to drift off....
and was jolted awake as two more tentacles settled at the base of her breasts. The two, as their companion had before them, waited a moment to allow her to grow used to their contact with her skin, then moved onto her rib cage, gently kneading the skin of her ribs - which were quite visible on her lithe body.
She erupted into a deeper, throatier laughter, but she felt none of the panic she usually felt when tickled like this. Instead a euphoria was settling through her, culminating - oddly - in her loins.
Even as she laughed, she watched another pair of tentacles rise up and then gently settle on her toned abs, tracing the outline of her six-pack muscles before going to work gently prodding the firm flesh of her stomach. Her laughter increased in frequency, but did not really shoot up until another set of tentacles settled in the hollows of her underarms, at which point her laughter increased in both pitch and decibel level. These tentacles were smaller, like the fingers of a human pre-teen girl, but preternaturally soft and gentle. Lara's laughter was becoming a demonic howl by this point. It was then that she saw the Seeker standing at the foot of the bed. She - for it was clearly a she - smiled down at Lara and thought of how much she would have liked to keep this one, the way she had been allowed to keep some of the past ones. Alas, it was not to be, for this one was pure. She sure was cute though...
The Seeker's fond gaze never left Lara's face, even when she raised her inhumanly lengthy hands up to the sole of Lara's petite left foot. Gently, as though caressing a lover, the Seeker felt every curve and tendon of Lara's smooth foot. Even as she did this, the tentacles dropped off their assault, slowing to gentle circular massage motions. It felt incredibly good, and the foot caressing was an incredible turn on for Lara - quite a shock, as she'd never considered herself "into" extraterrestrial foot fetishists. She felt herself descending into a depth of pure pleasure, ready to do anything for this Seeker as long as she never stopped that heavenly touch.
The Seeker, however, had other plans, and slowly she reduced the pressure she was applying with her fingers to a light, feathery glide. Lara, who had been giggling steadily throughout, began to pick up the pace of her laughter, small toes clenching and unclenching - something the Seeker thought was unbearably cute. (Seekers, lacking feet in the traditional sense, continue to be amazed by human peds, and are unable to understand why they persist in covering them up so defensively. In that, the Seekers and myself are of one mind.) She halted the motion of her hand and just let all six fingertips rest gently on the tiny bone that protruded slightly from the arch of Lara's tensed foot. Lara giggled like a woman possessed, anticipation competing with pleasure for control of her senses. Pleasure won out as, seconds later, the Seeker lightly traced up and down with her fingernails all over the bottom of Lara's soft, tanned foot. To Lara it was always a jolt being touched anywhere, especially in so private a place as the bottoms of her feet, but to be touched just so - and by not five but six fingernails (plus a seventh, the opposable thumb, tracing gently over her heel) simply drove her crazy. Gales of laughter raced through her body, finding escape through her gaping mouth. Lara wanted nothing more in the world than to be tickled like this forever.
The Seeker appeared all to happy to oblige, moving her fingers slowly up the inside of the foot until she was tickling oh-so-gently the tops of Lara's small foot, the tendons showing from beneath the skin due to the girls extreme good shape. Lara couldn't imagine a better feeling, but she got it moments later, as the Seeker's other hand settled down on the top of her other foot and began tickling. At the same time, the tentacles picked up the pace and began wide sweeps of Lara's sweating body. Joined by dozens of their comrades, all at once the tentacles covered her body in a series of light, tickling caresses, from head to ankle, leaving her feet for the enraptured Seeker.
Said Seeker played her part to the hilt, completing the transit she had started earlier by tickling slowly, slowly down the outside of each of Lara's small feet, coming to rest again at the arch. She then splayed her long hands across Lara's feet, so there were seemingly inhuman fingers everywhere along the skin of Lara's feet, each wiggling and twisting to the tune of it's own drummer, each causing a private paradise of tickling pleasure for Lara's besieged nerves. Fingernails scratched the tips of her toes, her heel, her instep - oh, how those ones tickled! - the base of her tiny toes, and the outside of her cute feet. Even while she did this, the tentacles whirled around Lara's now-glistening body, drawing artistic patterns across her flat stomach, under her arms, over her breasts, even at her ankles and wrists. It all tickled abominably, but it all felt so damn good...
Finally, the Seeker felt that Lara's fulfillment was nearing completion, and she brought her mouth down to Lara's right foot, kissed it, then did the same to her left foot. Then, breathing a wistful sigh of pleasure herself, the Seeker gently began nibbling on Lara's tiny little toes. Seekers don't have teeth in the usual sense, but rather a grinding plate of bone - being, as they are, exclusively plant eaters. This also gives them prehinsile tongues, and Lara's Seeker used both of these attributes to incredible effect. The moment her already hyper-sensitive feet came into contact with this rush of sensation, she bucked wildly, breaking through whatever had held her paralyzed, and - filled to the brim with all the pleasure a merely human body can hold - she screamed her agony of pure joy, and passed out.
* * * * *
Lara awoke with a start. She jumped up alertly, wondering what could have caused her to drift off like that. Suddenly, the memories flooded back, and she looked down at herself, wondering if she dreamed it. She was dressed once again in her khaki vest and blouse, and... but no, the blouse was not silk. It felt strange, and somehow tingly, but good.... and in place of her boots were a pair of sandals that revealed only certain portions of her feet, yet somehow managed to make them look even more alluring. She smiled in contentment, then turned to leave the cave. Something bright caught her eye and she looked down to see bodies of the two Chron guards. One had been burned to a crisp by the Periapt's eruption, but the other had been sheltered behind a fold in the cavern walls and lay still and silent. Lara took in the young man's trim body, smooth skin, and small - especially for a male - feet, and the first glimmers of an idea began to form in Lara's mind. She smiled as she bent down and silently slipped off the young man's boots....
The End.... For now...
The Chron guard flipped shut his Zippo after lighting up, sucking down a much-needed dose of nicotine in preperation for a long day of boredom. He was just slipping the silvery lighter into his pants pocket when it glinted brilliant scarlet for the merest instant. "Odd," he thought to himself as he brought it back up into the light of the setting sun to examine it. It was the last thought he ever had as the high-powered sniper shot plowed a furrow through his vital organs. He died soundlessly and painlessly, just as his assassin had intended.
Said assasin stepped out from behind the brush cover she had been using to conceal her position, shouldering the laser-sighted rifle as she scanned the area around her for more Chron soldiers. She knew there shouldn't be any around, if all was according to plan, but she also knew plans usually lasted about 2 seconds into a fight before going up like so much gun smoke. Satisfied that, for now at least, she would be undisturbed, she raced forward into the nearly hidden cavern the dead soldier had been guarding, sparing a quick glance at the sun. It was barely a handspan above the horizon, leaving her barely 15 minutes to get where she needed to go. Perfect timing.
Stepping into the cavern, she waited a moment to allow her eyes to adjust to the sudden darkness before moving on. Rather than use a flashlight and give her position away, she relied on her superior vision and her instincts. They had always gotten her through before.
The tunnel she found herself appeared to stop short in a dead end, but she knew from her studies of this hallowed site that this was an illusion. Reaching for the wall, she felt around the intersection of the floor and the wall for the switch that would open her passageway to the main chamber and her goal - and, as she knew, two more Chron guardsmen. She checked her watch - eleven more minutes - and drew her twin pistols, took a deep breath, and hit the switch.
The door swung open smoothly and practically silently, an impressive feat for what was essentially a massive rock on bearings - made all the more impressive when one bore in mind the antiquity of the creators of this mechanism.She darted through the gap when it was barely wide enough for her slim body, darting out the door with guns blazing, firing blind to startle the guards into movement. As she emerged fully into the chamber she -
found the guards draped on the floor like mannequins knocked over by a vengeful store clerk. She ceased firing and, out of habit, reloaded and re-holstered her pistols without even sparing a thought. She checked her watch - six more minutes till the sun touched the horizon. Plenty of time to investigate this small mystery before locating the object of her quest.
She knelt down next to one of the bodies, feeling for a pulse - and was quite surprised to actually find one, though it beat very faintly. She looked across the chamber and noticed the other guard, too, showed faint signs of life. Very odd indeed. However, a quick glance at her watch showed that she had no more time for idle speculation - less than two minutes remained until her time was up and the process began.
Standing quickly, she ran across the room and found her goal - a small niche carved into the wall of the cave, directly opposite a pinprick of a hole in the outer wall of the chamber. There in the niche, just as she had read, was the aritfact the Chron soldiers had been guarding - the Periapt of the Seekers.
The Seekers were an ancient race of extra-terrestrials, self-exiled from a war-torn galaxy and making a home of Earth to study it's creatures and, if at all possible, prevent them from following that deadly path. However, the Seekers were unable to flourish under the too-harsh light of Earth's sun and gradually died out, leaving behind only artifacts of tremendous power as a legacy to their wards. Of these artifacts, the Periapt was rumored to be the most powerful by far by the cogniscenti among those who studied the Seeker artifacts. Supposedly, when it absorbed enough power from any readily available source, it could destroy worlds - hence the cavern, which was most certainly not natural stone. However, one day out of every hundred and hour years, the sun would shine through a precisely carved hole and strike the Periapt, recharging it for it's century long hibernation. It was said that, whoever held the Periapt at this precise instant would know total peace, and have their innermost hearts desire granted - desires so deep and secret even the bearer may not be aware of them. It was for this that the young adventuress had sought out the Periapt and it's secrets with her usual dogged determination.
She glanced again at her watch. Thirty seconds remaining. She tightened her grip on the Periapt, making sure she was not blocking the hole. Where time had sped just moments earlier, it now seemed to drag endlessly onward, the seconds easily outpaced by her own rapidly beating heart. Just when she was beginning to think she may have made a mistake, a piercing ray of light traced a glistening path through the darkness of the cave, striking the Periapt directly on an oddly shaped gemstone of indeterminate nature on the face. Even as this registered in the young girls mind, she felt her thoughts slipping away from this world and venturing into the next. She fought for control - she had never, ever lost control - but nonetheless she felt lighter and lighter, until.....
* * * * *
She was looking down at her own body, it's arms raised above it's head, clutching the Periapt as it glowed with a fierce crimson light. She felt a compulsion to study herself objectively for the first time in years, and did so without a second thought. Her lean, trim body was hard from years of constant exertion, yet that hardness failed to hide the softness of her femininity which lay just below the surface. She must have stood just over 5 foot 5 in her bare feet, with her long raven tresses tied in a pony-tail as always. I'm beautiful, she thought to herself, never stopping to think that this was an awfully odd thought for she who had never once considered her physical body as anything other than a weapon.
Even as she thought this, she turned around - she wasn't quite sure how - to face a brilliant blinding white backdrop, against which was set the single most stunning creature she had ever seen in her short but exciting life. It spread it's long arms in welcome, and it was the most graceful motion she had ever seen before. And when it spoke, it's voice was nothing short of a musical epic in itself.
"Welcome, Lara Croft, to the home of the Seekers."
Lara stood stockstill as this alien creature spoke her name with a tone of reverence. "Where is this place?" she finally managed to ask.
The creature smiled - and it was an utterly human smile, for she realized now that the creature itself looked like a seven foot tall human being, though beautiful beyond compare - and said "Not so much where, Miss Croft, as when. You have been transplanted back to a time when the Seekers were still powerful. We have the power, here, to discern your innermost desires - and grant them."
"Why would you do this?" The curiosity that had driven much of her life was asserting itself once again, even in the face of these incredible circumstances.
"Don't worry about that which does not concern you, Miss Croft, and you shall go far. I believe the saying will go 'Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,' yes?" The creature smiled again and said "Now look down, Miss Croft, and percieve your own beauty for the first time."
For the second time that night, Lara gazed down at her own body and was shocked by what she saw. Her tight khaki vest and white blouse were gone, as were her cargo pants and guns. These had been replaced with a flowing gown of what looked like silk but clearly was not. She felt the strange material tingle against her deeply tanned skin, and the sensation was far from unpleasant. She also noticed that her hair had been let down and flowed around her bare shoulders like a cascade of water. Her knee high boots were also gone, but remained unreplaced, as did her socks, leaving her small feet bare. "Even my feet are pretty like this", she thought to herself, and indeed they were. She was, quite simply, stunningly gorgeous. Even the Seeker, itself spectacularly beautiful, was given pause by the vision before it.
"Miss Croft, your heart has been weighed and it has been found pure. 'Twas not ambition that brought you to these hallowed halls, but self-discovery. Your desire is to be granted now." Lara tore her gaze away from herself and looked up to find the Seeker gone, replaced by a palatial ceiling. She realized that somehow she had gone from standing to lying down. She realized at the same moment that she was oddly paralyzed, though this thought did not fill her with the panic she expected. In fact, she'd never been so relaxed. She lay still and appreciated this relaxation. Maybe this was all she desired, complete and total rest...
Lara's thoughts were shattered as a softly glowing tentacle hove into view, raising itself from the floor to hover over her body. She felt no fear, only curiousity, as the tentacle rose above her, then lowered itself gently onto her chin. She giggled as it touched her - she'd always been very ticklish, and this thing seemed to accentuate that to the point that even her chin was sensitive.
The tentacle lay lightly on her chin for a moment, as if contemplating what it was about to do, then slowly traced it's way down her neck, down her upper torso, coming to a stop right over her navel. She felt glad for the dress - it seemed to block the tickling feelings of the tentacle, which would otherwise have been unbearable.
Even as this thought entered Lara's mind, the dress was gone in a flash of scarlet light. She jumped - as much as she could, at any rate - and tittered like a little girl as the tentacle dipped down into her navel now that the resistance was gone. Oddly, she still felt no fear, even though she'd always been deathly phobic of both tickling and being restrained, helpless - out of control. Instead, a perverse feeling of exhiliration suffused her being, even as she continued giggling her cute, school girl laugh. The tentacle allowed her giggles to die down into small silent shudders before tracing back up the path it had come, this time without a dress to hinder it. As it traced over Lara's toned stomach she burst out laughing, then redoubled her laughter as it reached her chest, before slipping into a subdued giggling as it traced around her neck in gentle circles. The tentacle settled into a gentle rythm, gliding across the smooth skin of her neck, up around her ears, back down to her neck, in gentle circles. It tickled yet relaxed, and she began to drift off....
and was jolted awake as two more tentacles settled at the base of her breasts. The two, as their companion had before them, waited a moment to allow her to grow used to their contact with her skin, then moved onto her rib cage, gently kneading the skin of her ribs - which were quite visible on her lithe body.
She erupted into a deeper, throatier laughter, but she felt none of the panic she usually felt when tickled like this. Instead a euphoria was settling through her, culminating - oddly - in her loins.
Even as she laughed, she watched another pair of tentacles rise up and then gently settle on her toned abs, tracing the outline of her six-pack muscles before going to work gently prodding the firm flesh of her stomach. Her laughter increased in frequency, but did not really shoot up until another set of tentacles settled in the hollows of her underarms, at which point her laughter increased in both pitch and decibel level. These tentacles were smaller, like the fingers of a human pre-teen girl, but preternaturally soft and gentle. Lara's laughter was becoming a demonic howl by this point. It was then that she saw the Seeker standing at the foot of the bed. She - for it was clearly a she - smiled down at Lara and thought of how much she would have liked to keep this one, the way she had been allowed to keep some of the past ones. Alas, it was not to be, for this one was pure. She sure was cute though...
The Seeker's fond gaze never left Lara's face, even when she raised her inhumanly lengthy hands up to the sole of Lara's petite left foot. Gently, as though caressing a lover, the Seeker felt every curve and tendon of Lara's smooth foot. Even as she did this, the tentacles dropped off their assault, slowing to gentle circular massage motions. It felt incredibly good, and the foot caressing was an incredible turn on for Lara - quite a shock, as she'd never considered herself "into" extraterrestrial foot fetishists. She felt herself descending into a depth of pure pleasure, ready to do anything for this Seeker as long as she never stopped that heavenly touch.
The Seeker, however, had other plans, and slowly she reduced the pressure she was applying with her fingers to a light, feathery glide. Lara, who had been giggling steadily throughout, began to pick up the pace of her laughter, small toes clenching and unclenching - something the Seeker thought was unbearably cute. (Seekers, lacking feet in the traditional sense, continue to be amazed by human peds, and are unable to understand why they persist in covering them up so defensively. In that, the Seekers and myself are of one mind.) She halted the motion of her hand and just let all six fingertips rest gently on the tiny bone that protruded slightly from the arch of Lara's tensed foot. Lara giggled like a woman possessed, anticipation competing with pleasure for control of her senses. Pleasure won out as, seconds later, the Seeker lightly traced up and down with her fingernails all over the bottom of Lara's soft, tanned foot. To Lara it was always a jolt being touched anywhere, especially in so private a place as the bottoms of her feet, but to be touched just so - and by not five but six fingernails (plus a seventh, the opposable thumb, tracing gently over her heel) simply drove her crazy. Gales of laughter raced through her body, finding escape through her gaping mouth. Lara wanted nothing more in the world than to be tickled like this forever.
The Seeker appeared all to happy to oblige, moving her fingers slowly up the inside of the foot until she was tickling oh-so-gently the tops of Lara's small foot, the tendons showing from beneath the skin due to the girls extreme good shape. Lara couldn't imagine a better feeling, but she got it moments later, as the Seeker's other hand settled down on the top of her other foot and began tickling. At the same time, the tentacles picked up the pace and began wide sweeps of Lara's sweating body. Joined by dozens of their comrades, all at once the tentacles covered her body in a series of light, tickling caresses, from head to ankle, leaving her feet for the enraptured Seeker.
Said Seeker played her part to the hilt, completing the transit she had started earlier by tickling slowly, slowly down the outside of each of Lara's small feet, coming to rest again at the arch. She then splayed her long hands across Lara's feet, so there were seemingly inhuman fingers everywhere along the skin of Lara's feet, each wiggling and twisting to the tune of it's own drummer, each causing a private paradise of tickling pleasure for Lara's besieged nerves. Fingernails scratched the tips of her toes, her heel, her instep - oh, how those ones tickled! - the base of her tiny toes, and the outside of her cute feet. Even while she did this, the tentacles whirled around Lara's now-glistening body, drawing artistic patterns across her flat stomach, under her arms, over her breasts, even at her ankles and wrists. It all tickled abominably, but it all felt so damn good...
Finally, the Seeker felt that Lara's fulfillment was nearing completion, and she brought her mouth down to Lara's right foot, kissed it, then did the same to her left foot. Then, breathing a wistful sigh of pleasure herself, the Seeker gently began nibbling on Lara's tiny little toes. Seekers don't have teeth in the usual sense, but rather a grinding plate of bone - being, as they are, exclusively plant eaters. This also gives them prehinsile tongues, and Lara's Seeker used both of these attributes to incredible effect. The moment her already hyper-sensitive feet came into contact with this rush of sensation, she bucked wildly, breaking through whatever had held her paralyzed, and - filled to the brim with all the pleasure a merely human body can hold - she screamed her agony of pure joy, and passed out.
* * * * *
Lara awoke with a start. She jumped up alertly, wondering what could have caused her to drift off like that. Suddenly, the memories flooded back, and she looked down at herself, wondering if she dreamed it. She was dressed once again in her khaki vest and blouse, and... but no, the blouse was not silk. It felt strange, and somehow tingly, but good.... and in place of her boots were a pair of sandals that revealed only certain portions of her feet, yet somehow managed to make them look even more alluring. She smiled in contentment, then turned to leave the cave. Something bright caught her eye and she looked down to see bodies of the two Chron guards. One had been burned to a crisp by the Periapt's eruption, but the other had been sheltered behind a fold in the cavern walls and lay still and silent. Lara took in the young man's trim body, smooth skin, and small - especially for a male - feet, and the first glimmers of an idea began to form in Lara's mind. She smiled as she bent down and silently slipped off the young man's boots....
The End.... For now...
