Repost: X2 tickle

i was asked to repost my stories, since they were lost in the forums somewhere, not to mention for new people to see.

this is a story i did, not my best, someone else took it and redid it to where it was better.



The Power of The Feather: a prequel to X2 tickling story.

starring: Jean Grey, Storm, Rogue

Note: if you've seen the movie, you'll understand better.

Rogue, Storm, and Jean Grey awoke from their chemically induced sleep. They were in a wet, dank room, with cement walls and floors. Also they were all bound
in metal stocks with their arms above their heads and their ankles held tight. They were stil in their uniforms, but mysteriously enough, their boots were missing, leaving their
bare feet exposed. Their powers were still weak from the tranquilizer but they could still remember what happened. They were on a rescue mission trying to find a mutant
who transmitted a distress call to a warehouse they were at. As they would later discover it was a trap. Jean Grey didn't sense the snipers until it was too late. They were shot
in the neck by three powerful tranquilizer darts. Suddenly a voice boomed in the room from a hidden loudspeaker. "Rise and shine ladies," said the voice. "I'm Colonel William
Striker, and I believe you have some information about Cerebro I need. I would have rather saved the time by using my mind control serum, but a mind of a female mutant seems
more resiliant to the effects, hence the torture you will now endure. Anyways why waste the serum when I have the power of the feather." Just then they heard a mechanical humm
under their helpless and exposed feet. Jean sensed what was about to happen and gasped. She used as much of her powers as she could to stop time to warn the others.
" Brace yourselves, he's going to tickle our feet!" warned Jean. " Oh God No!" gasped Storm, " I hate having my feet tickled!" " It ain't so bad, I kinda like it." stated Rogue in her
heavy southern accent. She could remember her last boyfriend, Tommy Dushku, how he'd tickle her sweet soles with a feather and she loved it. She had a great time getting tickled
until when he used his finger to tickle the curl of her toes, where she was most ticklish, and she'd put him in a coma for three months. To this day, she still has his thoughts running
around her head. What hurt the worst was that he had an intense tickle fetish which she loved to share with him but could no more. In fact, no one can touch her soles anymore,
making them much more sensitive than before. On the other hand, Storm hated to be tickled. She could remember when she was young in her tribe in Africa, the other kids would
pick on her. They would hold her down and tickle her feet mercilessly due to the fact she had the most feet the tribe has ever seen and they always had to pick on someone.
For Jean on the other hand, she had the ost ticklish feet since most of her life she would just levitate instead of walking. Scott summers would wake her up by tickling her
hypersensitive soles sending Jean into hysterical laughter until she realized she could make him stop, and did so. "Well that's just good for Rogue, but my feet are
extremely ticklish." said Jean as she let time go free, her powers still weak. Four feathers came up in front of each pair of ticklish tootsies. Two for each foot, which meant one feather
would stroke the soles and arches while the other would tickle and tease the toes. Their motors started up and the tickling onslaught began. Storm and Jean were thrown into fits of
giggles, trying to move their helpless soles out of the way of the soft feathers. On the other hand, Rogue, from her experience, knew there was no escaping the tickling onslaught,
instead she sat there, laughing her head off and giggling with her sweet southern accent, realizing that she was much more ticklish than she used to be. Rogue's giggles and laughter
was like country music, but far better. "BWAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEEHOOOOHOHOHO(*GASP*)AHHHEHEHEHOHOHOHOOO!" they giggled. Storm and Jean still crunched
their cute, sensitive toes and curled them too, wile the agile feathers stroked their quivering arches and heels while the others sawed between their hypersensitive toes. After five minutes,
the feathers stopped, and Striker said over the intercom,"So, can you ladies tell me about Cerebro?" "Hell no!" commented Rogue. "Yeah, screw you buddy!" said Jean. "Fine then, suit
yourselves." sighed Striker. The feather motors started once more, and continued their tickle dance accross their extremely ticklish soles. After five minutes and lots of giggles, the X-Women
fell into the deep pit of silent laughter as they lost control of their bladders. After ten minutes of tickle torture, they all stopped struggling against their bonds and wiggling their red raw toes and
soles in order to conserve energy to produce more laughter. After twenty total minutes of the tickle torture session, Jean finally gave in, having the most ticklish tootsies."AAAAAHAHAHAHA
HEHEHEHE(*GASP*)HAHAHEHEHE PLEHEASE NOHO MOHORE! I'LL TALK! HOHOHOHOHEHEHEEEHEEHAHAHAHAHAA!" The feather motors finally mercilessly stopped their
tickling extravaganza, leaving the women slumped over and sweaty, still giggling with harsh voices from the phantom tickling they still felt. Jean told Striker all she knew as not to have her feet
meet the feathers once more. Striker then brought out his wheelchair bound son, Jason to implant memories into their minds to where they have been the last two hours. Having that done, Striker
let them free, turning to go and continue construction of Cerebro 2.

THE END.

hmm

Not too bad. I liked it but a bit hurried.

yeah, as i mentioned, not my best. forgot who redid it better.