Jaynin
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The actual reason I started posting these!
This one's new. So enjoy.
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Everyone had said, oh, you get the fun job, Arishna. You get to tease and mess with Zylinde, Arishna. I’m so jealous of you, Arishna. As if she didn’t have to do any real work! The firmly muscled dark elf was a handful to work with, after all. It wasn’t as if she was a cooperative participant in this whole endeavor! Managing Zyl’s moods and encouraging her to keep going - while making sure she thought it was ultimately her own decision to keep going - was actually quite difficult sometimes. And now there was the matter of her physical exertion combined with the psychological shock of the final two obstacles that stood between her and completion of Slime Land, the monkey bars and rope climb. Very basic obstacles, to be sure, the sort one might find in any training course anywhere. That is, if one didn’t count the fact that slime tendrils hung from the ceiling over the monkey bars, or were oozing out from cracks in the rock wall that she needed to climb.
Even Zyl was able to grasp the potential problem she was going to have in clearing these obstacles, and while it had been amusing and entertaining to watch her sink to her knees in despair, she had still not risen to her feet after a few minutes of rest. The floating projection of the succubus was pondering the situation quite openly, fingers to her chin, brows furrowed in thought. True, these obstacles were designed to be physically taxing, owing to Zylinde’s obvious athletic ability, but the psychological shock seemed to have drained the adrenaline out of her body. Knowing mortal biology as she did, Arishna guessed that Zyl was in a state of drained energy and would probably feel shaky and unsteady. The obvious answer was to tweak her pride, and that would suffice for now, but the next obstacle course would need to take this issue into consideration…
But anyway! That was a problem for tomorrow’s Arishna. Today’s Arishna needed to get Zyl up and moving. Lacking guidance, the three slimes had decided on an amusing, if curious, ensemble for her clothing. Blue had returned to her form of a tight, form-fitting racing swimsuit that left generous amounts of her sides exposed, as well as being pulled tight into her crotch. It had been a good look for her. Red had opted to cover her left leg in a single, thigh-high sock or stocking kind of article, covering Zyl’s left foot but leaving the right foot (and leg) bare. To complete the full-symmetry look, White had opted to form herself into an elbow-length white glove of the kind many succubi favored, although she had left the hand and fingers bare, reasoning that Zyl would need her hands free, and attached around Zyl’s right middle finger along the back of her hand. It wasn’t too bad, and in response to the dark elf’s halfhearted swat and grumble, Blue modified the swimsuit a bit more, giving Zyl’s armpits even more exposure and forming a sort of diamond cutout around her navel.
Arishna conjured a view of the images being transmitted by the crystals on Eri’s end of things. “It seems like the siblings are in dire straits!” she proclaimed, adopting her announcer’s persona once again, and narrating both what she saw Zyl’s younger brother going through as well as Zyl’s current predicament. “Having brought her so far, Zyl’s stamina now seems on the verge of giving out! While she strategizes her next move… it seems like Erialen is in a real bind! No, as in he’s really bound up, everyone! It looks like this key to his restraints was a trap, and now he’s having real trouble getting loose from it! Worse, a trio of fallen angels has come to take advantage of his predicament!” Deliberately, Arishna had brought up the Succubit count and had it displayed in the lower left corner of the transmission she had put in front of Zyl. Her antics had widened her lead, beating Eri by a count of 17,209 to 16,741, but Eri’s count was starting to rise again thanks to the trouble in which he now found himself.
The ‘keys’ to his restraints, which kept his wrists forcibly bound in the air above him, were simple gold rods set into the walls of the maze at the right height to slide into a ‘keyhole’ built into the cuffs around Erialen’s wrists. He’d activated several already, but each had proven to be a trap so far. This particular trap simply had lifted him off the ground a few inches, holding him suspended in the air while three dark angels exploited his arms-up pose. They looked very similar to one another, dressed in black leather outfits in a variety of styles, their clothing matching the dark feathers of their wings. Two of them were pressed up against Eri’s sides, cooing into his ears and blowing softly into them while they tickled his upper body. The third knelt in front of him, her fingers stroking his shaft, but not in a way designed to provide any relief - her nails danced along the tip of his shaft, stroked behind his balls, and generally kept him in a state of frustrated, ticklish arousal.
Even as Zyl watched, Eri burst into a fresh gale of laughter, wiggling his body weakly in an attempt to slide off of the rod which had lifted him off the ground by his wristcuffs, but the soft, stroking touches of the fallen angels’ fingernails in his armpits had him rather overwhelmed with hysteria. Zyl seemed almost transfixed by the way those short, sharp nails stroked little tiny circles in his outstretched armpits, teasing him with gentle touches and almost certainly whispering in his ears about how they were going to start tickling for real, again - but that tickle came as a surprise, attacking his waist, their slender thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pelvis, laying flat against the imaginary line from hip bones pointing toward his erect, wobbling shaft. This was not a scratchy, soft motion but a deep, ticklish kneading into a sensitive point, and Eri’s body tried to arch away from it reflexively, the motion counterproductive to his attempts to free himself. A bare few seconds of that firm wiggling had him in a state of ticklish gasping, and even after the fallen angels’ fingers had stopped, he continued to laugh, the stroking on his shaft a constant reminder of his ticklish peril.
Just as Eri seemed as if he was catching his breath, the nails in his armpits walked downward a step or two and two fingertips pressed into his top ribs, duplicating the ticklish pressure they’d just put on his hips. He reacted just as they’d want, and as Zyl watched the smirking angels dominate her brother as easily as twirling a finger, they began a campaign of ticklish attacks on his upper body. Always, their fingernails would stroke along his torso, applying gentle but ticklish reminders of his predicament. Then, they would pause, and attack a random spot with deep, sudden kneading. The sides of his ribs, once. Then a sudden leap to his sides. Fingers crawled around his bellybutton, and a pinky finger slipped delicately into his navel. A slow, ominous walk up to his underarms, and when the angels paused, fingertips poised to dig deep into that sensitive spot, Eri flinched away before they’d even started. This prompted sultry giggles from the pair, who blew gentle streams of air over his ears, nibbling on his ear tips and running their tongues over the sensitive edges in a display that made Zyl squirm with sympathy. The expression on Eri’s face was of the ‘ahegao’ variety, as the demons called it, a seemingly total lack of awareness of one’s current circumstances outside of whatever mind-addling sensation was wholly dominating his perception.
That was, of course, the perfect time to attack his armpits in earnest, and the shocked surprise on his face turned into burbling howls of laughter, this tickle-kneading of his sensitive hollows extending for over a minute before those fingernails glided away, seeking new, ticklish lands to conquer. Zyl’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as she saw Eri’s Succubit count spiral upwards, shooting past hers to land just past 18,000.
Damned perverted demons. Zyl would have said something about thirsty sluts and expressed sarcastic surprise that they hadn’t just climbed on his dick yet, but the thought of Arishna’s faux-confused expression as she made some comment about how that was next on the agenda made the female dark elf hold her tongue. The succubus’ absolute inability to seem insulted or ashamed made all those snide comments fall completely flat, which only irritated Zyl more. “All right,” she finally grunted, “you can put that away. I don’t need your perverted excuse for entertainment while I catch my breath.” Arishna simply smiled sweetly, in that absolutely infuriating way of hers, a smile that somehow seemed mocking even if Zyl couldn’t figure out why. “No point in sitting here getting all worked up over whatever bullshit you have planned anyway. Stop that,” she snapped, looking down at her swimsuit. “I already told you once we aren’t putting on a show.” Damned Blue, trying to tease her slit while she wasn’t paying attention. Getting horny would just make this even harder to focus on. What kind of pervert did they take her for?
Zyl did a few squats, made a few circles with her arms, and arched her back a bit. A few satisfying cracks made her feel a bit looser, and having gotten up off the floor, she felt better. Just like her instructors had said: even if you felt shitty and out of breath and like you wanted to bend over and breathe ass, being upright was actually a better way to recover. Better breathing or some crap like that. Okay. Zyl approached the monkey bars, which were just a few inches taller than she was, and jumped up to grab the first one, hanging there for a second and looking up at the tendrils. No movement yet, not like they had on the balance beam. Her ability to move if they DID come after her was way more limited, but it wasn’t like she had no options. Onto the second rung, staring up at those slime tendrils. Nothing. A third rung, and then the fourth. She wouldn’t let herself be fooled into thinking there were no traps, that just wasn’t how these demons did things. If anything, they’d wait for her to be distracted or think she was safe and… “Come on, you fuckers, move already,” she hissed at the slime tendrils. “I know you want to.”
Having been so expecting subtlety, the tremendous crash of water suddenly being displaced from below elicited a shocked yelp from Zyl, but by the time she looked downward, her legs had already been wrapped up from ankle to thigh by a huge, thick tendril from the water. It was strong, and had a firm grip on her legs, and rather than trying to tickle her off the monkey bars it seemed like it was just outright trying to drag her off through sheer strength! “Fuckers! Cheating fucks!” she hissed, tightening her grip on the bar and otherwise remaining still as she looked down at the tendril. No point wasting her strength thrashing around. Her attention was so absorbed in that tendril around her legs that she hadn’t noticed the tendrils from above descending, two of them lightly touching the feel of stiff bristles in the centers of her underarms -- and with a screech of laughter, suddenly that water was coming a lot closer to her a lot more quickly than she would have liked. “Fuuuhuhuuuuuuck I give up!” she howled before she went under with a huge splash --
Zyl was, once again, sprawled naked on the platform in the first room, soaking wet as usual. Fuck that was embarrassing! A single poke to her armpits and she’d lost her grip right away. And why did the return spell always seem to wait until she got soaked before sending her back? She looked up to see Blue waiting for her, as she always was, and a sudden jolt of terror struck her chest. “Fuck! Come on! Move it!” she hissed, and the slime girl seemed to panic herself for a moment, forming the full-body covering just in time for Zyl to hit the slime barrier at full speed, panic driving her legs forward through to the next room, suddenly fearing what the implication of only seeing Blue waiting for her had meant. If she had to go through the other two traps just to have a chance to try the last one again…
Arishna was not in the next room, oddly enough, but Red and White were, and Zyl felt a rush of emotion she hadn’t often experienced in the past few days: relief. “Thank the goddess,” she sighed, coming to a stop, holding out her arms for the other two slime girls to climb on and allow her to pass through the barrier to the monkey bars once again. Once she had done that, she contemplated the monkey bars over the open water once again. Arishna was not in this room either, which was suspicious. The glint of transmission crystals floating in the air remained, so Zyl knew she wasn’t alone, but Arishna had been around to harass her at every opportunity so far, so where had she gone? Whatever. Not dealing with the succubus’ needling was a welcome change.
“You know,” Blue’s voice said suddenly, “if your armpits are so weak, maybe you should try a little bit of armpit training to help you. I think you’re gonna need it to get past these last two obstacles --” she began, before Zyl cut her off.
“Armpit training my ass. What are you going to do, make my armpits not ticklish? No thanks. No, I just have to figure out where these traps are and dodge them.” Zyl thought back to the first encounter. Nothing had happened until she was on the fourth rung, so if she could skip that one, maybe…? She jumped back up onto the bars, making her way to the third rung, and then dangled, thoughtful. Hmm, if she got enough momentum, she could just one-hand the fourth bar and scoot right past it - but as she reached out to try, that splash from below came again, catching her legs a second time. “Fuck! Oh give me a fucking bre-hhaa-hahhe-HEHEHEHEHEH FUCK NO STOPPIT OFHAHHAAHAHHAH FUCK FUCKAHAHHAAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAA!” It felt like the tendrils were fucking teasing her! With her legs wrapped up, and her body stretched out, there were just the two tiny little points tracing around her underarms, like fingernails, swirling in the center of each ticklish armpit. Zyl didn’t let go this time, but it was all she could do to hang on, and the urge to cover her underarms was overwhelming.
“It’ll be a loooooooot of work to train these armpits,” Red’s voice floated up from below. “They’re super, duper ticklish.”
“But what’s she gonna do otherwise?” That was White, on her right arm. “I think she’ll keep failing this part unless we figure out a way to get across.”
“SHUHUHUHAHAHAH SHUT UP NO ONE ASKED YOUHOOOUUU!” Zyl howled in reply, keeping hold of the bar, gripping so tight her fingers started to lighten, as the gentle movements of the slime tendrils swirled in her armpits, and the thick tendril below kept her stretched out. But it was ticklish agony for the dark elf, feeling those faux nails trace around the edges of her armpits, scratching at the base, closer to her ribcage, teasing the spot where her back met her underarm. Zyl closed her eyes tight, gripped as hard as she could, and tried to endure. Maybe if she endured for long enough, the thing would let her go? This was pure torture, though. The nails’ gentle touch slowly became rougher, until it felt more bristly, like the brush from before. Stiff bristles, not gentle ones, stroking delicately in the armpit centers, tracing the gentle mound that her fully exposed armpits created, the skin there soft and sensitive no matter how much muscle surrounded it.
She had to endure. No matter how annoying the slimes were, they did have a point - if a little tiny bit of armpit tickling made her give up, how was she ever going to get out of here? Doing this damned dungeon for a second day was absolutely out of the question. One hundred percent not acceptable. Did she somehow have to avoid this grabby tentacle thing? It didn’t tickle her at all, but it made getting across the monkey bars impossible. Ticklish sensations sparked in her arms like an out-of-control thunderstorm, each flash of tickle lightning wearing down the muscles in her arms and fingers, goading them to defend her helplessly sensitive armpits. The stroking brushes circled around her armpits in a lazy, unhurried manner, as if knowing she wasn’t going anywhere, exploiting her ticklish weakness until her facade burst once more. “Fuh-hahah-AHHAHAHHAHAHAH FUCKIT FUHAHHAHA FUCK SHIT DAHHAHAHAH DAMN YOUOHOUHOUUU STOOHOOOOP!” She tried to cover one armpit with one hand and dangled by just a single hand, an arrangement which lasted all of five seconds before the tendril pulled her down off of the monkey bars and into the water. “IGHEHEHHAHAHAH GIVE UP!!!” Another submission. At least that bitch Arishna wasn’t around to remind her of how many times she’d given up… four, was it? Her and that goddess-damned poll thing…
Zyl returned to the edge of the monkey bars after another round of enduring the slimes’ tickle stroking. Compared to everything else, that gentle teasing was almost bearable, but Blue was developing this annoying habit of tickling between her thighs, on her mound, and in the crack of her ass every time she got the chance. “Okay. Think, dammit.” Zyl contemplated the bars, and the arrangement of the slime tendrils on top. She’d endured their teasing on the balance beam, right? Yeah, she could put up with a little tickling from them, especially since this obstacle was actually quite a bit less distance. This time, rather than dangle from the bars, Zyl climbed the frame itself and got on top of it, then dropped to all fours to crawl across. The slime tendrils, of course, reacted to this, reaching into her armpits, and her sides, tickling her exposed foot… but Zyl hurried along, trying to grin and endure the sensations crawling over her body, remembering that moving quickly helped reduce the tendrils’ effect as they brushed along her back and earrrrrsssss fuck the ears --!
She put her hand down, and the metal frame of the monkey bars suddenly slipped out from her grasp, covered in something ridiculously slippery, and sending Zyl on a sudden tumble off the side of the frame. Before she landed in the water, however, she was able to lock her ankles around one of the bars and stop her fall, this time dangling upside down from the frame. “Phew…” She counted the bars to see how far she’d progressed, and was pleased to see this strategy had gotten her to the seventh bar. An improvement over last time by far. Now, if she could get herself back upright, then she could maybe keep on going. Even the wholly unsurprising fact that the tendrils started to attack her sole failed to dissuade her. “Fheheheh… hhahh-hahhahahah fucker, ohhhahaha…! Fucker, shit, fuck….” Only the one foot - her right foot - was being attacked, though. That was right, the slimes wouldn’t go after anything her clothes covered. The left foot was still dealing with Red’s annoying, gentle stroking of fingernails, making her toes clench slightly, but her calves kept their place around the bar and stopped Zyl from falling into the water. In fact, she was so certain that she wouldn’t be plunged into the water just from foot tickling that she remained in her upside-down position and considered her predicament dispassionately. Her arms were crossed, eyes closed, and she let out a “Hmmmmm” of thought.
Having now staked out her position on this hill, Zyl refused to budge. She refused to admit that she might indeed be tickled off the monkey bars from her feet alone. She refused to admit that even as she felt the tendrils begin to slide in between her toes, feeling like they were covered in tiny little bristles, even as a grin grew on her face. She refused to acknowledge that it was hard to think even as two hard-tipped tendrils that felt like tiny backscratchers began to work on a small section of the center of her sole, causing her to gasp and giggle, hugging her torso as she hung upside down. And there was certainly no way that the feeling of something brushing at her heel was going to disrupt her planning and stop her from completing this obstacle. No, the fact that she was giggling and wiggling like a hooked worm, swaying back and forth as she hung from the monkey bars by her legs, was not going to impede her progress. Not even that weird feeling that Red was conjuring on her foot, something that felt ever so slightly rough, damp, warm, flexible and strong, like some kind of strange-ass tentacle, was going to stop her. Even if it made her start to laugh openly, and shake back and forth, squealing with increasing laughter and reaching up towards her legs.
“No-hhahahah-AHAHAHAHHA I’M TRYHEHEHAHAH TRYING TO THIHIHEHEHEHEH THINK!” she howled up at the sensations now crawling on her feet, brushes and backscratchers assaulting her bare foot, something like a scrubbing brush stroking over her heel. Red’s foot was… was… that was a TONGUE! Like an animal tongue! Something like that, licking at her arch, overwhelming her defenses and making a growing storm of ticklish sensations sweep through her legs to her upper body. “SToohahehe-haheheha-fuckit REHEHEHEHEHE RED STOP THAT!” she screeched, holding her head in her hands and twisting back and forth helplessly. Her toes flexed and arched slightly, but she couldn’t wiggle her feet - she’d lose her grip on the bar. Scrunching her toes didn’t help a damn bit against something that was made of goo and could just slip into any crack, no matter how small, and exploit her vulnerability. “FIIHAHHEHEHE FINE MY FEHEHEHE FEET ARE FUCKING TICKLISH JUST STAHHAAAP!” So much for that last stand. This was stupid, she wasn’t getting anywhere. “I GIHIHIIIVE UP!”
Back to the first room. Through the barriers. Glove, thigh-high, swimsuit outfit. Once more, the monkey bars, although this time with the unwelcome re-addition of Arishna’s smiling, top-heavy, supremely annoying succubus self. “I saw that last one~” Arishna teased. “That’s your fifth submission now, isn’t it? Is it getting easier to give up even when you’re not completely trapped? It’s certainly more convenient, I bet, being able to give up when things get difficult and just start over again~”
“Shut up!” Zyl hissed, her face going red with anger and embarrassment both. Anger, because being needled like this was probably the last thing she needed, but embarrassment because Arishna was, again, frustratingly correct. It had been easier to just say she gave up than it had been to work her way out of a predicament in which she wasn’t stuck, tied up, or in the water. Then frustration, as she pointed at the monkey bars: “How the fuck am I supposed to get past this? It’s total bullshit! Completely!” It would be nice if Arishna would just get mad or snap back at her or something. Anything but that infuriating smile and calmness!
“I don’t know~ I think I heard your slimes have a good suggestion that you ignored~ like you’re doing right now,” Arishna teased, watching Zyl get a flash of inspiration and jump up to grab the bars once more, but facing backwards instead of forwards, and proceeded to swing her legs up onto the bar as well, so that she was dangling from the monkey bars by all fours, her feet on one bar and her hands on another, looking almost like she was climbing a ladder if that ladder had been tilted to be parallel with the ground. Her progress was not rapid, but nor was it slow, as she methodically went rung by rung across the monkey bars. Though Arishna saw her body jerk in conditioned reflex as the splash from below heralded the arrival of the tentacles, they just barely could not reach Zyl’s body, since she wasn’t dangling from her hands, and the grasping tendrils from the water stopped short of being able to touch the dark elf, a fact which led Zyl to burst out in exultation.
“Ha! Fuck you! I figured it out, you stupid cheating fuck! Go suck a cock!” The dark elf capped off her string of insults with the very mature and offensive action of sticking her tongue out at the grasping tendril and making a face and “nyaaah” noises. Arishna never would get tired of enjoying the elf’s hubris leading to her downfall. Had she restrained herself to a simple round of neener-neener and then proceeded onward, she might not have been taken by surprise by the creeping tendrils from above, which wormed their way into her half-open armpits and simply buzzed, vibrating powerfully to create a sensation which caused her to shriek, eyes going wide, and losing her grip with one hand shortly before the other followed. But her quick reflexes had given her enough time to catch one of the bars underneath of her knees, providing a much sturdier position for her to work from than having her legs perilously wrapped around the bar. Nevertheless, Zyl ended up dangling from the bars upside down a second time, only in a marginally better position which quickly became much worse when the grasping tendril settled for her wrists this time, stretching her arms towards the water. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Zyl howled, struggling with frustration against the grasping tendril, all the more poignant with her victory snatched away from her at the last second.
“Why don’t you just give up~?” Arishna asked mildly, hands behind her back, upper body tilted forward slightly, radiating innocence as much as she could. “You haven’t gotten out of that tendril’s grasp yet, and you knoooooow what’s coming next, don’t you?” Arishna had a wad of spittle projected at her for her trouble, watching with amusement as it fell far short and landed in the water. That was Zyl’s last act of defiance before the vibrating tips of the tendrils stroked down into her armpits, and drew forth a scream of laughter once more.
“NYAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!” Zyl felt too tired to even scream curses, frustration welling up within her and engaging her innate stubbornness. She logically should have surrendered, as Arishna was correct: there was probably no getting out of this. Instead, she shook her head, pulling uselessly on the tendril which kept her wrists captive, and bellowed with hysteria as her sensitive armpits were attacked once more. The vibrating tendrils multiplied, somehow, and formed five tiny, spindly little projections that rotated around her underarms with a maddeningly slow precision. A totally unhurried, unconcerned movement, like the motion of a tickler who knew their prey wasn’t going anywhere despite their frantic, violent struggle. Zyl’s movements did little to dislodge this teasing, ticklish vibrating ‘massage’ of her armpits, the five points on either arm circling just around the weakest point at the center before spiraling inward, giving her just enough time to dread what was coming next. “Nhahha-hahah-AHAHHA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”
Zyl was feeling slightly dizzy as the blood rushed to her head. Sheer frustration kept her hanging on, and powered her efforts to get free, but the tickling in her armpits was so strong, those vibrating sensations so ticklish, that it was maddening. Little beads of ticklish tears formed in her eyes, falling towards the water, as the constant tickling overwhelmed her. The assaults on her weaknesses, though short in duration as all of them had been, were adding up over time, wearing down her resistance and making it harder and harder to suppress her reactions. Now this, this crazy assault on her ticklish underarms, had her at wit’s end. Something about this little vibrating touch, so precise and fine, was driving Zyl absolutely out of her mind, and the growing realization that she was going to have to submit again only heightened the feeling.
The tendrils had spread out once more, now acting independently of one another, but always within her armpits. One or two of them chose to explore the very outer edge of her underarm, prying into the soft, ticklish parts of skin just where it bordered on muscle or bone. Others drew random patterns in the soft hollow of her underarm, and at least one was tracing a meandering zig-zag across the inner part that threatened her sacred center spot with another punishing tickling. Its touch wandered away from the center towards the outside, only to jump back to it with frightening suddenness, and drill into the ticklish center with fierce vibrations that caused Zyl’s willpower to waver.
She could feel her knees starting to loosen, the bar starting to slip over her calves, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight as Arishna smirked.
“IHEHEEHEHAHHAHAHAHAH GIEHEHEHAHHHAHEHEHEHEHAHAH GIVEHAHAHEHEHAHAHUPPP!!”
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“You’ve got an hour left, Zyl. You can’t call it quits on the obstacle course as a whole, but if you’re done, you can just lay there for the next hour until we close it up and try again tomorrow~”
Zyl didn’t respond to Arishna. The prospect of having to do all of these, again, a second time, was already weighing heavily on her. Her mind was a confused mess. Anger at the situation, anger at her own failure. Frustration at her inability to pass the obstacle, frustration at her inability to get up and try again. Her body and her mind were at odds, but even tired as she was, she knew she could do something so stupidly simple as cross a set of monkey bars, even upside down, and then climb a rope. What she couldn’t do right now was deal with this goddess-damned tickling any time she tried to do anything.
“It doesn’t have to be this way, y’know?” That was Blue’s voice. Very quiet, actually, like she was whispering in Zyl’s ear. Arishna was facing one of her displays, gesturing, posing, and doing whatever announcer crap she was usually doing, and didn’t seem like she was paying much attention. “You’ve been really stubborn about this whole thing and made it way harder on yourself than it has to be. It really wasn’t meant to be this difficult.”
“Fuck you,” Zyl snapped. “What the fuck would you know? You’re not the one dealing with stupid crap while getting the shit tickled out of you. How would you know what it feels like?”
There was a moment of silence before White answered. “Slimes are actually pretty vulnerable to vibrations no matter what form we take. One of the instructors here, named Pinon, is pretty notorious for making slime girls do physical tests while he sets their entire body to vibrate gently using whatever bullshit kung fu magic he’s got. It’s like… turning your entire body into a tickle spot, and then having it tickled from top to bottom constantly, without end, and then being told you have to fight some eight-foot-tall satyr who wants nothing more than to pin you down and tickle-fuck you into a puddle. All you want to do is curl up into a little ball and giggle until it stops - and slimes can curl up into literal balls, too. It doesn’t make the tickling go away at all. Not until Pinon’s had his jollies.”
“Then what’s worse,” Red chimed in, “is that being worn out like that gets you all protein deprived, and unless you happened to have a protein shake nearby the best pick-me-up you can get is cum.” Zyl couldn’t help herself. She snorted a laugh of amusement, rather than a laugh of ticklishness, for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Fine. So what’s the point of all that?” she asked. “I can believe you demons are all perverted enough to inflict this shit on each other, too. What’s that got to do with me?”
It was Blue who answered again. “Honestly, I was surprised, because you’d figured it out and then told us not to help you finish the obstacle course after figuring out the trick. Remember? You had me do it when we went to go pick up White.”
Zyl covered her eyes with the back of her left hand. It was less effective in helping her block out visual sensations than she would have liked, because her truth gem was pulsing its usual, sedate blue. “So, you want me to let you cover my armpits so you can tickle them and make me fall that way. Is that it? What’s the difference between that and what I’m already doing?”
“Do you want us to show you?” Red asked, and Zyl hesitated, before letting out a groan.
“I can’t believe I let you three talk me into this. Fine. Go ahead. Whatever.” Zyl changed her position, resting her head on her hands, which of course kept her armpits wide open for the three slimes, who started to flow across her body again. This time she was wearing a simple, black body stocking that covered everything from elbows to neck and down to her ankles. “Nyeheheh… heheheh. Hehehehehee… f-fuck….” she gasped, the dark elf’s back arching slightly, then her brows knitted in irritation. “Blue, I sahahahaaaid stop thahhahhhhhhooooohhh…!!! No, no, we aren’t giving a sh-hoohohhahahaheheh show, stoppit…” No. There was absolutely no way whatever the fuck she was doing down around Zyl’s clit was going to get her off while that horrible feeling of fingernails crawling in her armpits was going on. “Stahhaha, ahhahaha, hahahahahahaa…! Hahahahahaha! Nnnhehheheheeheee!”
It was, at the very bare minimum, nice to not have some insane brush vibrator bullshit going in her armpits. The sensation of fingernails teased her torso, playing in her armpits with light touches, but also descending to her sides, dancing down over her ribs. There were way more than three sets of ‘hands’ on her body right now, anyway, even if all of them were touching her lightly. Tickling softly at her abs and her sides, ever so gently squeezing at her hips. Going up and down her ribs with ticklish touches that made Zyl’s biceps tense and her fingers curl up, but she kept her arms over her head, like she’d have to in order to climb the rope and do the monkey bars. It was just barely bearable, like before. Like they knew exactly how to find the edge of what she could tolerate and walk that line perfectly. Except for Blue, who must be doing who the fuck knew what down between her legs. Like the feeling of nails stroking whisper-soft over her mound, and something that just felt like a faint buzz surrounding her sensitive clit.
Her mind wandered. Was she horny? She wanted to say no, that tickling wouldn’t make her horny at all. Because it wouldn’t. But what she DID have to admit was that it had been a little bit too long before she’d relieved some pressure, so to speak, and her body kinda sorta maybe got a little… overheated… at times. Not even like her training squad’s chief instructor, who was so known for being thirsty that the way to get away with shenanigans was to rope some dude into a scheme and just sort of push him into the sergeant’s quarters. That would guarantee she was too busy to check up on them for the rest of the night, and then Zyl and her squadmates could get away with whatever the hell they wanted. Zyl wasn’t like THAT. But she did need… “Nnhghhhhehheheheheh it’s too heheheheheheh light, stoppit…!” she gasped, meaninglessly, and the slimes ignored her anyway. Their touches swarmed her body, but gently, like they really were teasing her with just hands. Tickling even weird places like along the small of her back, right inside of her ass crack, behind her knees, too. Zyl’s body had started to writhe in a very suggestive way upon the floor, which was picked up instantly by every transmission crystal within the room.
“You’re doing great, Zyl,” one of them whispered. Hard to tell apart right now. “Keep your arms up, you’re doing great… see? This isn’t so bad, just gentle tickles everywhere. All over, tickle-tickle, your body is so strong but sooooo ticklish. It’s really quite erotic, you know. Everyone loves watching your strong body squirm…”
“Behehheaheheeheheh bastards…!” Zyl gasped, arching her hips up off the ground. It was hard to even call what was happening to her right now tickling. They WERE tickling her all over, of course. The fingers counting her ribs, and stroking through her armpits, wiggling into her abs and pinching her hips were one hundred percent tickling her. There was also a weirdly pleasant-ish tingle going along with all of it because Blue was being a pervert and doing something to her down there. How could they be so damn gentle? The tickling wasn’t too strong at any one point to overwhelm anywhere else, even under her arms. They tickled those so softly, and other places a little harder, and in the end it was like she was floating on a sea of tickles, having it wash over her body in waves. “Nheheheheehe! HEHeheheheeh! Nnh-hhehh--eheheheh-NNMMNHEHEHEEE!” Zyl felt like she was losing control of her own body, too exhausted and frustrated to muster up the willpower to stop herself from reacting to the pure physical sensation.
“You’re doing really good, really really good. This is the training we talked about, remember? You can endure this, and if you practice every day enduring tickles like this, you’ll be able to put up with more, and more, and more tickles, until you get to be like Arishna who can be tickled for daaaaaaaaays without running out of stamina~”
“Tha-ahahah-HAHAHAHAH that sounds like hell!” Zyl snapped, but soon after dissolved into her writhing and giggling all over again. Oh, no. She couldn’t stop it. Her body wanted what Blue was giving it, and no matter how much she frantically reminded herself of how many people were watching, she couldn’t stop it. The feeling was… different, somehow. Not the sort of raw, primal scream of pleasure that made her often pound her partner silly into the bed or mattress or whatever. This one was weird. Like a shimmering tingle that spread out through her body, making her toes curl, making her muscles tighten, and held her nerves on edge for a prolonged period of time. The ticklish stroking in her body seemed magnified, yet blended with this pleasure sensation rippling through her such that for those long, blissful seconds, it was almost like there was no real tickling at all, just an interesting new flavor of orgasm.
Zyl’s body slowly came back down from the sensation, and it was like… nothingness. Just a sort of pleasant, after tingle that “FUHUUHUUUUCKKKKK!” one of them just had to ruin by sticking a fucking something vibrating and whirring brushy bullshit in her armpit for a quarter of a second. “Goddess damn you,” she grumbled, now on her side and curled up in a ball, and was greeted with a soft chorus of giggles.
It felt strange, afterward. The slimes, now combined and covering her whole body, spent the entire rest of the course tickling her body in that exact same soft manner, not sparing her armpits at all, of course, but maintaining the soft torso tickling and exploring wherever they could reach. Zyl felt oddly detached, calmer than usual after what should have been an embarrassing ticklegasm - that was the word she’d heard Arishna use. Yet even her excited announcer hype shouting, complete with jiggling her tits and ass all over the place as usual, seemed to not have much effect on Zyl at the moment. She traveled the monkey bars upside down, dodging the restraint tendril that had given her so much trouble, and the tendrils on the ceiling teased her toes a bit but she didn’t make the mistake of mocking something that probably couldn’t hear her anyway. After all the screaming, frustration, and anger at the monkey bars obstacle, Zyl landed on her feet on the far side. It was actually kind of anticlimactic, she thought, and contemplated the climb before her.
A rope climb was pretty basic, but as the last tingles of 'armpit training' gently flowed out of her body, Zyl felt frustration start to gnaw at her again. Not because she was failing the rope climb, but because it was so easy. If only she'd gotten across the damn monkey bars sooner, she wouldn't have had... all that stuff happen to her.
Sure, she stopped and hung from the rope a few times, opening up her armpits to mischief and ticklish teasing. She giggled, struggled, lost her footing, and had her bare feet assaulted by the tendrils sticking out of the wall, this type of tendril seeming to favor feathery touches that made her feet jump away. Zyl even fell twice from the rope, landing back on the floor with a thud that the slimes thoughtfully cushioned for her, and felt stupid for not realizing this sooner. Failing THIS obstacle meant she could just try again infinitely. Why had she gotten so stubborn and worked up over the monkey bars? Arishna wouldn’t shut up about her six submissions, four of which had come on the bars, a full sixty-seven percent bla bla bla…
Zyl made it to the top of the rock wall on her third attempt. When she had planted both feet on the floor and stood up, all three slimes flowed off of her, lined up in front of her with grins on their jelly faces, and Arishna stood behind them. “Congratulations! ...is what I want to say, Zyl,” she started off, “but you see, the course actually closed five minutes ago, so you…” Despite the fact that she was not actually there and just a projection, the succubus’ image still flinched from having a clenched fist driven through its face, even if it passed through the other side, leaving Arishna with Zyl’s tricep in her mouth before she stepped to the side. “Can’t take a joke, can you, Zyl? I’m teasing. You cleared Slime Land with twenty-one minutes to spare. Go back to your room and rest, you deserve it.”
Zyl walked through the light-filled doorframe in front of her, and was rewarded with the sight of her own room, bed, kitchen, bathroom and all. She couldn’t even muster irritation at being naked before she showered, ate, and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
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It almost felt too mean to use Absolute Tickle Dream on Zyl tonight.
Almost.
“Tonight’s After Dark programming has the thing I know everyone is just dying to see,” Arishna whispered to her transmission crystal, standing outside of Zyl’s door. “Our poor, exhausted, valiant contestant is lying fast asleep in her bed right now… and thanks to Technical Advisor Felin’s genius device, she will stay asleep until morning, no matter what. I don’t even technically need to whisper, but it’s fun to play along, isn’t it? Felin, why don’t you give our viewers a brief rundown of what your device actually does?”
The voice which responded, as Arishna opened the door slowly to the sleeping Zyl’s bedroom, sounded decidedly less energetic than Arishna’s own had. “I can’t believe you kept me up late for this. Put very, very simply, the Absolute Tickle Dream mechanic will ‘lock’ the subject in sleep, while allowing them to be awake enough to respond to simple stimuli. Some subjects, especially if they are prone to it, will sleep-talk, but the nature of the device means that they will feel all sensations less acutely than they would if they were fully awake.” The voice had a lecturing tone to it nonetheless, as Arishna crept up beside Zyl’s bed, and gently slid the sheet away from her body. The transmission crystal got a nice overview of the snoring dark elf as Arishna winked at the device.
“Because Absolute Tickle Dream is making use of the body’s natural sleep mechanisms, this is a required trade-off,” Felin’s voice continued. “Having someone remain unaware, unable to be awakened, but also fully responsive is more in the vein of mind control, which - I assume - is not what the goal of this particular activity is.”
“You make it sound so booooooring,” Arishna teased, stroking her fingers into Zyl’s armpit, which earned her a giggle from the sleeping dark elf, but - crucially - Zyl seemed unable to move her arm back down to cover the weakness. “What this means is… we get to spend a long time exploring Zyl’s sensitive spots, and she can’t run away or give up at all~ and I know some of us are just dying to see what happens when we pick… on… her…” Arishna gently placed her hand on Zyl’s elbow to prevent the dark elf from accidentally moving her arm down to cover herself, just in case, and brought the transmission crystal closer to show Zyl’s underarm close up. “I know some of you perverts have been really impatient to see her get all tied up and really punished good~ But you need to be patient. We’ll get there~”
Arishna’s fingertip moved with slow, short strokes, reflecting the luxury of time that she had. Each swipe of her nail brought a giggle to Zyl’s lips, and another slight, wiggling struggle of her body, but her mind was trapped in sleep by Felin’s device. “Hehehehehehe…” she breathed, giggling softly as Arishna stroked over the center of her armpit. “Heee...hehehehe… hehehehe…” Soft, breathy giggles of the sort that the audience had come to not expect from Zyl. No, usually her laughter was loud, desperate, and accompanied by swearing. Lots of swearing. It was as if her vocabulary disappeared when she was tickled. “Nohohohehehehehe… hehehee that ticklessssehehhehehee…”
“You poor thing,” Arishna stage-whispered into her ear. “You must be so terribly, terribly ticklish and weak…”
“I’m sooohohohohooooo ticklish,” the soft whisper of a reply came. “Hehehehehe…. hehehehehheheHEEEhehehehee…” Arishna’s fingernails withdrew for a moment so that the succubus could ready the tool she had prepared specifically for this event. It wasn’t anything special or fancy - a hand-held little device that the humans called a water pick, and that she had shamelessly stolen after seeing it employed to great effect. It was, in essence, a tiny little vibrator whose tip ended in a short, blunt tip, fantastic for directing vibrations to a precise weak spot. When Arishna directed this vibrating little instrument to Zyl’s armpit, her laughter increased noticeably: “HEEEeeheheheheeheh it tickles, thheheehehehhe stop eheheheheheh stop peeehehhah pleeehheeheeeeeeze…! HEeheehehehee…! HEEEheheheehe…”
“Isn’t she so cute when she just lets herself giggle like this? Remember, though - this is a ~secret~” Arishna shared another wink with her audience. “Zyl won’t know that we’ve spent all this time playing with her tomorrow morning. Maaaaaybe she’ll remember having a dream about being tickled, but that’s all.” Arishna didn’t really need to hold Zyl’s arm up, and so she focused her efforts entirely on Zyl’s left armpit. Her fingernails danced in that sensitive hollow, tickling around the upper edge, while the vibrating pick swirled around in the center, prompting the muscular dark elf to shift and arch her back a bit with laughter. “Listen to her gooooo~ it’s a good thing that tomorrow’s obstacle course is going to give us a good number of chances to watch how she puts up with being tickled when she can’t get away from it. We have a few more surprises for her tomorrow, too… mhmhm.”
Zyl’s shoulders shifted left and right a little bit in sleep. She had fallen asleep on her back, with her left arm behind her head, which Arishna had been exploiting this whole time. “HEEEeheehehehehhe ehheeheheh hehehehehehee… HEHEHEhehehehehe! HeeeeehEHEHEhehehehe…! HEHEHEHEheheheee…!” A slight disadvantage of the Absolute Tickle Dream was that it did lend itself to somewhat monotonous laughter. After all, the victim was still asleep, in a sense, even if reacting to the ticklish sensations. It was something to whet the appetite, to revel in the enjoyment of teasing the oblivious dark elf as she shifted helplessly around in her bed. Arishna’s focus on her armpit had definitely prompted stronger reactions than before, and even in sleep Zyl’s face was scrunched up in obvious, ticklish laughter, brow furrowing and eyes flickering slightly as if she wanted to wake up, but was unable to do so as the fingernails and vibrator marauded in her ticklish armpit.
“Buuuuuuut… you know, we did spend a lot of time today focusing on these ticklish pits of hers,” Arishna mused out loud, her voice still a whisper. Despite the fact that she could have spoken normally, whispering as if she was sneaking around, and leaving the lights off so that everything in Zyl’s room was cast in a low-light, ethereal blue glow, helped to create the atmosphere of sneaking into someone’s bedchamber for mischief. “And it would be totally unfair to those of you who like to see other parts of our ticklish amazon get the love they deserve, so…” She glanced over to her own display for a moment, and smirked. “I knew it, you pervs~ hehehe, it wasn’t even close. The results of our instant poll are in, and we’re taking a little trip…
...Down here!” Arishna had swung her leg up and over Zyl’s body, straddling her waist, and facing the foot of the bed, towards Zyl’s feet. Then the succubus inched down along Zyl’s strong legs until she arrived at the dark elf’s ankles, maneuvering the transmission crystal so the elf’s large soles faced the camera. “I know there’s a bunch of you having fun with this already,” Arishna said, leaning down so that her face appeared in the frame beside Zyl’s feet, grinning and then bringing her vibrating water pick into contact with Zyl’s big toe. That prompted a slight curling of the toes and a giggly gasp from behind Arishna, so she carefully held the first two toes back with her fingers and slid the perfectly sized tool in between them.
“HEEEEehehehehehehe… hahahaha, ahahaha, hahahaha, HAAAhahahahahaaa…!” Zyl’s other foot wiggled very slightly and flexed its toes, but in sleep, she lacked the strength to even contest Arishna’s fingers, and so she was helpless to defend herself against the vibrating tip that slid in and out of the sensitive gap between her first two toes. Arishna was in no hurry, and let the tip explore up the side of each toe, even working at the base of both of them, and slipping in and out of the space in between before finally proceeding to the next set, assaulting her second toe from the other side, and getting the middle toe into the mix. “NYehehehehahahhahaahah, hahahahahaha, haaaaa…!” Arishna didn’t add anything to the sound of laughter, just her wiggling eyebrows and smirking grin, as she methodically worked down the toes of Zyl’s foot. It was a slow process, of course. One couldn’t rush the tickling of a sensitive pair of feet like Zyl had. “Haha, haha, haha, ahahahahahaha~ haaahahahahaha…” The fading laughter came just as Arishna withdrew the water pick to assess the results. Only for a second, though. She paused, gave her audience a look, and then dropped the water pick to rake her nails across the soles of both feet, treating them to a ruthless minute of tickling.
“I know Slime Land had a lot of focus on her upper body,” Arishna said, as if not even paying attention to the laughter she was causing. It was quite a lot of laughter, as her nails stroked relentlessly upon Zyl’s arches, the weak curling of her toes not anywhere near sufficient to deter the ticklish assault. “But we’ve got a few traps in Machine Mansion tomorrow that will get her feet nice and good… including, if all goes according to plan, an extended torment of these soles that should have some… explosive results. Mmhmhm~ we’ve engineered it to ensure that Zyl will have to put up with a looooot of tickling that she can’t run from in order to get through tomorrow’s traps… I wonder how our poor ticklish dark elf will manage?”
Arishna’s raking fingernails trailed off the tops of Zyl’s feet slowly, and for a few seconds, there was the sound of fading laughter, and then the normal breathing of sleep. Before Arishna brought her next tool into the visual frame of the transmission crystal, she held it to the side, so that the audio would pick up the sound of soft whirring and vibrating, before the succubus brought the tool into view. One of the devices the humans used to clean their teeth, a hard plastic rod about a foot long, slightly thicker at one end to serve as the handle, and then a collection of bristly brushes about an inch long at one end. This was, moreso than a tooth brusher, an absolutely fabulous tickling tool. Arishna had introduced the slimes to this device so that they might learn how to copy its sensation, so effective was it. And it was, of course, hellishly ticklish for Zyl.
“Nahahahahaha…! Tickles… hehehehe! HEEEHheehehehee! HEhehe, hehe, ahahah, HAHAhahahah heheheehee!” Zyl’s struggling produced just a bit more in the way of actual movement down by her feet, but it was nowhere near sufficient to overcome Arishna’s grasp of her toes to keep her foot in place. The toothbrush circled around in a slow pattern upon Zyl’s foot, starting underneath the ball and circling from one side of her foot to the other. Then, it trailed down along the side of her foot with the same slow circular motion, and once it met the heel, traveled back to the other side of Zyl’s foot, and then back up to its starting place. In effect, Arishna was making sure to cover every bit of the space between the ball of Zyl’s foot and her heel, “coloring” the outline first and then slowly working her way towards the middle with methodical strokes. Zyl accompanied the effort, which took the succubus quite a while with her slow and precise movements, with giggling all the while: “Hhehehe… ehehehe, heheeh, hahha… AHAHAHahahhaaehehehehe… hehehehehee…!”
“I really like this spot right here in the middle,” Arishna commented, circling the buzzing bristles around on that spot, while Zyl’s other foot curled and flexed and flapped slowly. “I almost wonder if we could spend some time getting her to believe that she’s more sensitive in one spot than another…” The succubus’ grin was fiendish. “But I’m sure you’ve all seen the schedule, and you know that when we get to the laboratory course, it’ll be time to put all our practice talking around her truth jewel to the test, and fill her head with believable nonsense. The mind can be such a funny thing, don’t you think? So easily led astray if one knows how~ Heheheee… But.” The electric toothbrush clicked off, and Zyl breathed more easily for a moment more. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There’s still one more foot we need to spend some time on, and I think I’m feeling a little out of patience myself.” Arishna showed the transmission crystal her last tool - a simple hairbrush.
Zyl’s laughter seemed to increase yet more, and produced the most of the feeble struggling she’d managed so far. The brush’s bristles were rougher than the toothbrush, and since Arishna had chosen a rather large model, it was simply a matter of viciously stroking it back and forth across the dark elf’s sole, keeping hold of the toes to prevent even the minimal defense of curling. The stroking bristles stimulated all of Zyl’s ticklish nerves at once, sending a flood of tickles that even her sleep-locked brain had to try and deal with somehow, resulting in the feeble flapping of the foot that had already been treated to a thorough examination. There was no subtlety in the hairbrush attack, just slight changes in angle and pressure to ensure that the maximum number of ticklish bristles stroked across Zyl’s arch with every movement.
“It really is a shame we can’t hear her scream with laughter tonight,” Arishna said, as she directed the image to briefly show Zyl’s face, ticklish, giggling, tossing back and forth helplessly. “But I proooomise tomorrow we’ll have something good. For everyone, really~! For now, though… Felin told me that tickling her like this makes her sleep really not restful, poor thing.” Arishna giggled, as Zyl’s face seemed to furrow in distress for a moment before relaxing again, as the brush tickling on her sole finally ceased, and the succubus turned around, sliding back up along Zyl’s legs. “We do want her to be a little tired tomorrow morning… slow to get up and get moving, but we can’t have her a walking zombie on the course or there will be no point! So tonight, we’ve got just one more spot to focus on before we have to sign off…”
Arishna then shifted over to slide up along Zyl’s side, blowing softly in her ear, pressing her breasts into the dark elf’s body, and earning a soft twitch and a pleased sigh for her efforts. Her fingernail started to circle around Zyl’s navel. “Zyl, are you ticklish here?” The succubus had been harboring a suspicion after observing Zyl today, and she wanted to put her theory to the test. Her nail was drawing a slow circle on the very rim of Zyl’s bellybutton, and it was quite gratifying to see the ticklish smile twitch back onto Zyl’s lips.
“Ehehehehheehe… very ticklish,” Zyl replied. Without further prompting, she didn’t say anything more: her words were all whispers, and quickly dissolved back into giggling. “HEEhehehehehehe…. Hehehehehe…. HEEEEhehehehEEEE… ehehehe… ehehehe…” Her head shook quickly back and forth, and her fingers curled slightly, as did her toes. The dark elf’s hips shuffled left and right, her stomach flexing slightly in response to Arishna’s touch, the ticklishness stimulating her body once again.
“I think… someone is very, very ticklish in here,” Arishna teased in Zyl’s ear breathily, rubbing against the firm, warm curves of Zyl’s side. All this teasing and tickling that the succubus a little excited herself. “Very ticklish in this soft little spot right… here.”
One might have expected that Arishna punctuated this statement with a fingertip in the bellybutton, but it was actually much worse than that for Zyl. The water pick, with its small, vibrating tip, slid perfectly into the sensitive divot, and that prompted the strongest reaction Arishna had seen such far - a sudden arch of her hips upward, almost as if Zyl was awake, but soon her body fell back to the bed and shook back and forth restlessly, Zyl’s lips curled upward in a wide, ticklish grin. “NOOOohehhehehehehehehe heheheehehe eheheheEHEHEHeheh ehheehe… EHEEhehehehe hehehehe eheheheh ehehehahhahaa… HAAAHhahahaa…!” Arishna guided the vibrating tip to explore in a meandering fashion around within the ticklish navel, a grin widening on her own lips as she watched Zyl struggle and suffer ticklishly from the precise exploitation of a weak spot.
The thrumming tip of the water pick circled around inside of Zyl’s navel, checking just inside the rim with slow rotations, completing two full revolutions at that surface level. Arishna knew there was only one place she could go, however. The water pick delved deeper, the tool seemingly designed for this exact purpose, its humming length tickling Zyl terribly wherever it touched her sensitive skin. “Tickle, tickle, tickle… you poor thing, your navel is going to be so terribly exposed tomorrow, too… mhmhm. We’re going to see how long you can keep your composure while your belly is exposed to tickle destruction… mmmnh, I can hardly waaa~it…” Arishna slipped slightly closer to Zyl, and began to nibble on the sensitive tip of her ear, sending her body into a welter of confused sensations that were further complicated by the Absolute Tickle Dream keeping her in a forced state of sleep.
The nibbling to her ear sent a rush of mixed ticklish pleasure through her body, but the buzzing in her bellybutton could be described as nothing but absolutely hysterical. Her body was reacting without conscious input, but the impulses to defend these sensitive spots were so strong that she was trying even without realizing it. Her hips tried to twist to the side, to move her bellybutton away from the ticklish stimulation that was probing into the deepest, most sensitive depths of her navel. Her head tried to turn in the same way, to free her ear from the warm, gentle vibration of Arishna’s sucking lips around her eartip. Arishna’s position nestled up against Zyl’s side meant both of these efforts were futile, especially as they did not have the dark elf’s considerable full power behind them. Her strong body was so erotic when it lost control like this, so susceptible to sensations like pleasure and tickling. Arishna shuddered softly against Zyl’s side, and kept the water pick humming deep in Zyl’s belly divot.
“It’s almost a shame to waste such ticklish torture on someone who’s asleep and can’t remember it,” Arishna whispered, not looking for a response so much as she was playing for her audience. “Before we’re done with you, Zyl, we’re going to have so much fun with you… mhmhm. I can’t wait to see how you handle tomorrow’s course. Luckily for you, if I keep this up for much longer, it’s going to make a mess of all our plans, so you get a break this time.” Gently, she kissed Zyl on the cheek, and after a few more seconds of keeping her bellybutton in a state of hysterical ticklishness, finally let Zyl rest. Arishna laid beside Zyl for a few long seconds more, considering whether or not she should indulge in sleeping beside the delightfully sensitive dark elf. She could ensure that she awoke before Zyl, and… mmm… bah. It was too risky, unfortunately. It would be much more fun to ensure that tomorrow’s schemes went off without a hitch, rather than try to have to explain away what she’d been doing in Zyl’s bed.
Slowly, Arishna climbed out of bed, and pulled the sheet back over top of Zyl, who still seemed to be shifting and twitching a bit, her lips flickering into a smile. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she was having her own tickle dream now, after all that had happened to her, and Arishna pulled back for a long shot of the sleeping dark elf before she brought the transmission crystal back to herself. “And that’s all for tonight’s After Dark stream, you perverts,” she said with her trademark wink and giggle. “But you won’t have to wait long for more action. Erialen always gets up bright and early, and we’ll make sure to alert you the second Zyl wakes up so you can see our plan start to take shape. Poor thing might sleep in a little and be slow to get going, but that’s exactly what we want.”
Arishna crept out of Zyl’s room, gave a wink and a lazy salute to the transmission crystal, and then signed off. Despite the late hour, the succubus had a spring in her step, and a grin on her lips.
It was always so much fun when a plot started to come together.
This one's new. So enjoy.
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Everyone had said, oh, you get the fun job, Arishna. You get to tease and mess with Zylinde, Arishna. I’m so jealous of you, Arishna. As if she didn’t have to do any real work! The firmly muscled dark elf was a handful to work with, after all. It wasn’t as if she was a cooperative participant in this whole endeavor! Managing Zyl’s moods and encouraging her to keep going - while making sure she thought it was ultimately her own decision to keep going - was actually quite difficult sometimes. And now there was the matter of her physical exertion combined with the psychological shock of the final two obstacles that stood between her and completion of Slime Land, the monkey bars and rope climb. Very basic obstacles, to be sure, the sort one might find in any training course anywhere. That is, if one didn’t count the fact that slime tendrils hung from the ceiling over the monkey bars, or were oozing out from cracks in the rock wall that she needed to climb.
Even Zyl was able to grasp the potential problem she was going to have in clearing these obstacles, and while it had been amusing and entertaining to watch her sink to her knees in despair, she had still not risen to her feet after a few minutes of rest. The floating projection of the succubus was pondering the situation quite openly, fingers to her chin, brows furrowed in thought. True, these obstacles were designed to be physically taxing, owing to Zylinde’s obvious athletic ability, but the psychological shock seemed to have drained the adrenaline out of her body. Knowing mortal biology as she did, Arishna guessed that Zyl was in a state of drained energy and would probably feel shaky and unsteady. The obvious answer was to tweak her pride, and that would suffice for now, but the next obstacle course would need to take this issue into consideration…
But anyway! That was a problem for tomorrow’s Arishna. Today’s Arishna needed to get Zyl up and moving. Lacking guidance, the three slimes had decided on an amusing, if curious, ensemble for her clothing. Blue had returned to her form of a tight, form-fitting racing swimsuit that left generous amounts of her sides exposed, as well as being pulled tight into her crotch. It had been a good look for her. Red had opted to cover her left leg in a single, thigh-high sock or stocking kind of article, covering Zyl’s left foot but leaving the right foot (and leg) bare. To complete the full-symmetry look, White had opted to form herself into an elbow-length white glove of the kind many succubi favored, although she had left the hand and fingers bare, reasoning that Zyl would need her hands free, and attached around Zyl’s right middle finger along the back of her hand. It wasn’t too bad, and in response to the dark elf’s halfhearted swat and grumble, Blue modified the swimsuit a bit more, giving Zyl’s armpits even more exposure and forming a sort of diamond cutout around her navel.
Arishna conjured a view of the images being transmitted by the crystals on Eri’s end of things. “It seems like the siblings are in dire straits!” she proclaimed, adopting her announcer’s persona once again, and narrating both what she saw Zyl’s younger brother going through as well as Zyl’s current predicament. “Having brought her so far, Zyl’s stamina now seems on the verge of giving out! While she strategizes her next move… it seems like Erialen is in a real bind! No, as in he’s really bound up, everyone! It looks like this key to his restraints was a trap, and now he’s having real trouble getting loose from it! Worse, a trio of fallen angels has come to take advantage of his predicament!” Deliberately, Arishna had brought up the Succubit count and had it displayed in the lower left corner of the transmission she had put in front of Zyl. Her antics had widened her lead, beating Eri by a count of 17,209 to 16,741, but Eri’s count was starting to rise again thanks to the trouble in which he now found himself.
The ‘keys’ to his restraints, which kept his wrists forcibly bound in the air above him, were simple gold rods set into the walls of the maze at the right height to slide into a ‘keyhole’ built into the cuffs around Erialen’s wrists. He’d activated several already, but each had proven to be a trap so far. This particular trap simply had lifted him off the ground a few inches, holding him suspended in the air while three dark angels exploited his arms-up pose. They looked very similar to one another, dressed in black leather outfits in a variety of styles, their clothing matching the dark feathers of their wings. Two of them were pressed up against Eri’s sides, cooing into his ears and blowing softly into them while they tickled his upper body. The third knelt in front of him, her fingers stroking his shaft, but not in a way designed to provide any relief - her nails danced along the tip of his shaft, stroked behind his balls, and generally kept him in a state of frustrated, ticklish arousal.
Even as Zyl watched, Eri burst into a fresh gale of laughter, wiggling his body weakly in an attempt to slide off of the rod which had lifted him off the ground by his wristcuffs, but the soft, stroking touches of the fallen angels’ fingernails in his armpits had him rather overwhelmed with hysteria. Zyl seemed almost transfixed by the way those short, sharp nails stroked little tiny circles in his outstretched armpits, teasing him with gentle touches and almost certainly whispering in his ears about how they were going to start tickling for real, again - but that tickle came as a surprise, attacking his waist, their slender thumbs tucked into the pockets of his pelvis, laying flat against the imaginary line from hip bones pointing toward his erect, wobbling shaft. This was not a scratchy, soft motion but a deep, ticklish kneading into a sensitive point, and Eri’s body tried to arch away from it reflexively, the motion counterproductive to his attempts to free himself. A bare few seconds of that firm wiggling had him in a state of ticklish gasping, and even after the fallen angels’ fingers had stopped, he continued to laugh, the stroking on his shaft a constant reminder of his ticklish peril.
Just as Eri seemed as if he was catching his breath, the nails in his armpits walked downward a step or two and two fingertips pressed into his top ribs, duplicating the ticklish pressure they’d just put on his hips. He reacted just as they’d want, and as Zyl watched the smirking angels dominate her brother as easily as twirling a finger, they began a campaign of ticklish attacks on his upper body. Always, their fingernails would stroke along his torso, applying gentle but ticklish reminders of his predicament. Then, they would pause, and attack a random spot with deep, sudden kneading. The sides of his ribs, once. Then a sudden leap to his sides. Fingers crawled around his bellybutton, and a pinky finger slipped delicately into his navel. A slow, ominous walk up to his underarms, and when the angels paused, fingertips poised to dig deep into that sensitive spot, Eri flinched away before they’d even started. This prompted sultry giggles from the pair, who blew gentle streams of air over his ears, nibbling on his ear tips and running their tongues over the sensitive edges in a display that made Zyl squirm with sympathy. The expression on Eri’s face was of the ‘ahegao’ variety, as the demons called it, a seemingly total lack of awareness of one’s current circumstances outside of whatever mind-addling sensation was wholly dominating his perception.
That was, of course, the perfect time to attack his armpits in earnest, and the shocked surprise on his face turned into burbling howls of laughter, this tickle-kneading of his sensitive hollows extending for over a minute before those fingernails glided away, seeking new, ticklish lands to conquer. Zyl’s eyebrow twitched in irritation as she saw Eri’s Succubit count spiral upwards, shooting past hers to land just past 18,000.
Damned perverted demons. Zyl would have said something about thirsty sluts and expressed sarcastic surprise that they hadn’t just climbed on his dick yet, but the thought of Arishna’s faux-confused expression as she made some comment about how that was next on the agenda made the female dark elf hold her tongue. The succubus’ absolute inability to seem insulted or ashamed made all those snide comments fall completely flat, which only irritated Zyl more. “All right,” she finally grunted, “you can put that away. I don’t need your perverted excuse for entertainment while I catch my breath.” Arishna simply smiled sweetly, in that absolutely infuriating way of hers, a smile that somehow seemed mocking even if Zyl couldn’t figure out why. “No point in sitting here getting all worked up over whatever bullshit you have planned anyway. Stop that,” she snapped, looking down at her swimsuit. “I already told you once we aren’t putting on a show.” Damned Blue, trying to tease her slit while she wasn’t paying attention. Getting horny would just make this even harder to focus on. What kind of pervert did they take her for?
Zyl did a few squats, made a few circles with her arms, and arched her back a bit. A few satisfying cracks made her feel a bit looser, and having gotten up off the floor, she felt better. Just like her instructors had said: even if you felt shitty and out of breath and like you wanted to bend over and breathe ass, being upright was actually a better way to recover. Better breathing or some crap like that. Okay. Zyl approached the monkey bars, which were just a few inches taller than she was, and jumped up to grab the first one, hanging there for a second and looking up at the tendrils. No movement yet, not like they had on the balance beam. Her ability to move if they DID come after her was way more limited, but it wasn’t like she had no options. Onto the second rung, staring up at those slime tendrils. Nothing. A third rung, and then the fourth. She wouldn’t let herself be fooled into thinking there were no traps, that just wasn’t how these demons did things. If anything, they’d wait for her to be distracted or think she was safe and… “Come on, you fuckers, move already,” she hissed at the slime tendrils. “I know you want to.”
Having been so expecting subtlety, the tremendous crash of water suddenly being displaced from below elicited a shocked yelp from Zyl, but by the time she looked downward, her legs had already been wrapped up from ankle to thigh by a huge, thick tendril from the water. It was strong, and had a firm grip on her legs, and rather than trying to tickle her off the monkey bars it seemed like it was just outright trying to drag her off through sheer strength! “Fuckers! Cheating fucks!” she hissed, tightening her grip on the bar and otherwise remaining still as she looked down at the tendril. No point wasting her strength thrashing around. Her attention was so absorbed in that tendril around her legs that she hadn’t noticed the tendrils from above descending, two of them lightly touching the feel of stiff bristles in the centers of her underarms -- and with a screech of laughter, suddenly that water was coming a lot closer to her a lot more quickly than she would have liked. “Fuuuhuhuuuuuuck I give up!” she howled before she went under with a huge splash --
Zyl was, once again, sprawled naked on the platform in the first room, soaking wet as usual. Fuck that was embarrassing! A single poke to her armpits and she’d lost her grip right away. And why did the return spell always seem to wait until she got soaked before sending her back? She looked up to see Blue waiting for her, as she always was, and a sudden jolt of terror struck her chest. “Fuck! Come on! Move it!” she hissed, and the slime girl seemed to panic herself for a moment, forming the full-body covering just in time for Zyl to hit the slime barrier at full speed, panic driving her legs forward through to the next room, suddenly fearing what the implication of only seeing Blue waiting for her had meant. If she had to go through the other two traps just to have a chance to try the last one again…
Arishna was not in the next room, oddly enough, but Red and White were, and Zyl felt a rush of emotion she hadn’t often experienced in the past few days: relief. “Thank the goddess,” she sighed, coming to a stop, holding out her arms for the other two slime girls to climb on and allow her to pass through the barrier to the monkey bars once again. Once she had done that, she contemplated the monkey bars over the open water once again. Arishna was not in this room either, which was suspicious. The glint of transmission crystals floating in the air remained, so Zyl knew she wasn’t alone, but Arishna had been around to harass her at every opportunity so far, so where had she gone? Whatever. Not dealing with the succubus’ needling was a welcome change.
“You know,” Blue’s voice said suddenly, “if your armpits are so weak, maybe you should try a little bit of armpit training to help you. I think you’re gonna need it to get past these last two obstacles --” she began, before Zyl cut her off.
“Armpit training my ass. What are you going to do, make my armpits not ticklish? No thanks. No, I just have to figure out where these traps are and dodge them.” Zyl thought back to the first encounter. Nothing had happened until she was on the fourth rung, so if she could skip that one, maybe…? She jumped back up onto the bars, making her way to the third rung, and then dangled, thoughtful. Hmm, if she got enough momentum, she could just one-hand the fourth bar and scoot right past it - but as she reached out to try, that splash from below came again, catching her legs a second time. “Fuck! Oh give me a fucking bre-hhaa-hahhe-HEHEHEHEHEH FUCK NO STOPPIT OFHAHHAAHAHHAH FUCK FUCKAHAHHAAHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAHAA!” It felt like the tendrils were fucking teasing her! With her legs wrapped up, and her body stretched out, there were just the two tiny little points tracing around her underarms, like fingernails, swirling in the center of each ticklish armpit. Zyl didn’t let go this time, but it was all she could do to hang on, and the urge to cover her underarms was overwhelming.
“It’ll be a loooooooot of work to train these armpits,” Red’s voice floated up from below. “They’re super, duper ticklish.”
“But what’s she gonna do otherwise?” That was White, on her right arm. “I think she’ll keep failing this part unless we figure out a way to get across.”
“SHUHUHUHAHAHAH SHUT UP NO ONE ASKED YOUHOOOUUU!” Zyl howled in reply, keeping hold of the bar, gripping so tight her fingers started to lighten, as the gentle movements of the slime tendrils swirled in her armpits, and the thick tendril below kept her stretched out. But it was ticklish agony for the dark elf, feeling those faux nails trace around the edges of her armpits, scratching at the base, closer to her ribcage, teasing the spot where her back met her underarm. Zyl closed her eyes tight, gripped as hard as she could, and tried to endure. Maybe if she endured for long enough, the thing would let her go? This was pure torture, though. The nails’ gentle touch slowly became rougher, until it felt more bristly, like the brush from before. Stiff bristles, not gentle ones, stroking delicately in the armpit centers, tracing the gentle mound that her fully exposed armpits created, the skin there soft and sensitive no matter how much muscle surrounded it.
She had to endure. No matter how annoying the slimes were, they did have a point - if a little tiny bit of armpit tickling made her give up, how was she ever going to get out of here? Doing this damned dungeon for a second day was absolutely out of the question. One hundred percent not acceptable. Did she somehow have to avoid this grabby tentacle thing? It didn’t tickle her at all, but it made getting across the monkey bars impossible. Ticklish sensations sparked in her arms like an out-of-control thunderstorm, each flash of tickle lightning wearing down the muscles in her arms and fingers, goading them to defend her helplessly sensitive armpits. The stroking brushes circled around her armpits in a lazy, unhurried manner, as if knowing she wasn’t going anywhere, exploiting her ticklish weakness until her facade burst once more. “Fuh-hahah-AHHAHAHHAHAHAH FUCKIT FUHAHHAHA FUCK SHIT DAHHAHAHAH DAMN YOUOHOUHOUUU STOOHOOOOP!” She tried to cover one armpit with one hand and dangled by just a single hand, an arrangement which lasted all of five seconds before the tendril pulled her down off of the monkey bars and into the water. “IGHEHEHHAHAHAH GIVE UP!!!” Another submission. At least that bitch Arishna wasn’t around to remind her of how many times she’d given up… four, was it? Her and that goddess-damned poll thing…
Zyl returned to the edge of the monkey bars after another round of enduring the slimes’ tickle stroking. Compared to everything else, that gentle teasing was almost bearable, but Blue was developing this annoying habit of tickling between her thighs, on her mound, and in the crack of her ass every time she got the chance. “Okay. Think, dammit.” Zyl contemplated the bars, and the arrangement of the slime tendrils on top. She’d endured their teasing on the balance beam, right? Yeah, she could put up with a little tickling from them, especially since this obstacle was actually quite a bit less distance. This time, rather than dangle from the bars, Zyl climbed the frame itself and got on top of it, then dropped to all fours to crawl across. The slime tendrils, of course, reacted to this, reaching into her armpits, and her sides, tickling her exposed foot… but Zyl hurried along, trying to grin and endure the sensations crawling over her body, remembering that moving quickly helped reduce the tendrils’ effect as they brushed along her back and earrrrrsssss fuck the ears --!
She put her hand down, and the metal frame of the monkey bars suddenly slipped out from her grasp, covered in something ridiculously slippery, and sending Zyl on a sudden tumble off the side of the frame. Before she landed in the water, however, she was able to lock her ankles around one of the bars and stop her fall, this time dangling upside down from the frame. “Phew…” She counted the bars to see how far she’d progressed, and was pleased to see this strategy had gotten her to the seventh bar. An improvement over last time by far. Now, if she could get herself back upright, then she could maybe keep on going. Even the wholly unsurprising fact that the tendrils started to attack her sole failed to dissuade her. “Fheheheh… hhahh-hahhahahah fucker, ohhhahaha…! Fucker, shit, fuck….” Only the one foot - her right foot - was being attacked, though. That was right, the slimes wouldn’t go after anything her clothes covered. The left foot was still dealing with Red’s annoying, gentle stroking of fingernails, making her toes clench slightly, but her calves kept their place around the bar and stopped Zyl from falling into the water. In fact, she was so certain that she wouldn’t be plunged into the water just from foot tickling that she remained in her upside-down position and considered her predicament dispassionately. Her arms were crossed, eyes closed, and she let out a “Hmmmmm” of thought.
Having now staked out her position on this hill, Zyl refused to budge. She refused to admit that she might indeed be tickled off the monkey bars from her feet alone. She refused to admit that even as she felt the tendrils begin to slide in between her toes, feeling like they were covered in tiny little bristles, even as a grin grew on her face. She refused to acknowledge that it was hard to think even as two hard-tipped tendrils that felt like tiny backscratchers began to work on a small section of the center of her sole, causing her to gasp and giggle, hugging her torso as she hung upside down. And there was certainly no way that the feeling of something brushing at her heel was going to disrupt her planning and stop her from completing this obstacle. No, the fact that she was giggling and wiggling like a hooked worm, swaying back and forth as she hung from the monkey bars by her legs, was not going to impede her progress. Not even that weird feeling that Red was conjuring on her foot, something that felt ever so slightly rough, damp, warm, flexible and strong, like some kind of strange-ass tentacle, was going to stop her. Even if it made her start to laugh openly, and shake back and forth, squealing with increasing laughter and reaching up towards her legs.
“No-hhahahah-AHAHAHAHHA I’M TRYHEHEHAHAH TRYING TO THIHIHEHEHEHEH THINK!” she howled up at the sensations now crawling on her feet, brushes and backscratchers assaulting her bare foot, something like a scrubbing brush stroking over her heel. Red’s foot was… was… that was a TONGUE! Like an animal tongue! Something like that, licking at her arch, overwhelming her defenses and making a growing storm of ticklish sensations sweep through her legs to her upper body. “SToohahehe-haheheha-fuckit REHEHEHEHEHE RED STOP THAT!” she screeched, holding her head in her hands and twisting back and forth helplessly. Her toes flexed and arched slightly, but she couldn’t wiggle her feet - she’d lose her grip on the bar. Scrunching her toes didn’t help a damn bit against something that was made of goo and could just slip into any crack, no matter how small, and exploit her vulnerability. “FIIHAHHEHEHE FINE MY FEHEHEHE FEET ARE FUCKING TICKLISH JUST STAHHAAAP!” So much for that last stand. This was stupid, she wasn’t getting anywhere. “I GIHIHIIIVE UP!”
Back to the first room. Through the barriers. Glove, thigh-high, swimsuit outfit. Once more, the monkey bars, although this time with the unwelcome re-addition of Arishna’s smiling, top-heavy, supremely annoying succubus self. “I saw that last one~” Arishna teased. “That’s your fifth submission now, isn’t it? Is it getting easier to give up even when you’re not completely trapped? It’s certainly more convenient, I bet, being able to give up when things get difficult and just start over again~”
“Shut up!” Zyl hissed, her face going red with anger and embarrassment both. Anger, because being needled like this was probably the last thing she needed, but embarrassment because Arishna was, again, frustratingly correct. It had been easier to just say she gave up than it had been to work her way out of a predicament in which she wasn’t stuck, tied up, or in the water. Then frustration, as she pointed at the monkey bars: “How the fuck am I supposed to get past this? It’s total bullshit! Completely!” It would be nice if Arishna would just get mad or snap back at her or something. Anything but that infuriating smile and calmness!
“I don’t know~ I think I heard your slimes have a good suggestion that you ignored~ like you’re doing right now,” Arishna teased, watching Zyl get a flash of inspiration and jump up to grab the bars once more, but facing backwards instead of forwards, and proceeded to swing her legs up onto the bar as well, so that she was dangling from the monkey bars by all fours, her feet on one bar and her hands on another, looking almost like she was climbing a ladder if that ladder had been tilted to be parallel with the ground. Her progress was not rapid, but nor was it slow, as she methodically went rung by rung across the monkey bars. Though Arishna saw her body jerk in conditioned reflex as the splash from below heralded the arrival of the tentacles, they just barely could not reach Zyl’s body, since she wasn’t dangling from her hands, and the grasping tendrils from the water stopped short of being able to touch the dark elf, a fact which led Zyl to burst out in exultation.
“Ha! Fuck you! I figured it out, you stupid cheating fuck! Go suck a cock!” The dark elf capped off her string of insults with the very mature and offensive action of sticking her tongue out at the grasping tendril and making a face and “nyaaah” noises. Arishna never would get tired of enjoying the elf’s hubris leading to her downfall. Had she restrained herself to a simple round of neener-neener and then proceeded onward, she might not have been taken by surprise by the creeping tendrils from above, which wormed their way into her half-open armpits and simply buzzed, vibrating powerfully to create a sensation which caused her to shriek, eyes going wide, and losing her grip with one hand shortly before the other followed. But her quick reflexes had given her enough time to catch one of the bars underneath of her knees, providing a much sturdier position for her to work from than having her legs perilously wrapped around the bar. Nevertheless, Zyl ended up dangling from the bars upside down a second time, only in a marginally better position which quickly became much worse when the grasping tendril settled for her wrists this time, stretching her arms towards the water. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” Zyl howled, struggling with frustration against the grasping tendril, all the more poignant with her victory snatched away from her at the last second.
“Why don’t you just give up~?” Arishna asked mildly, hands behind her back, upper body tilted forward slightly, radiating innocence as much as she could. “You haven’t gotten out of that tendril’s grasp yet, and you knoooooow what’s coming next, don’t you?” Arishna had a wad of spittle projected at her for her trouble, watching with amusement as it fell far short and landed in the water. That was Zyl’s last act of defiance before the vibrating tips of the tendrils stroked down into her armpits, and drew forth a scream of laughter once more.
“NYAAAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA!” Zyl felt too tired to even scream curses, frustration welling up within her and engaging her innate stubbornness. She logically should have surrendered, as Arishna was correct: there was probably no getting out of this. Instead, she shook her head, pulling uselessly on the tendril which kept her wrists captive, and bellowed with hysteria as her sensitive armpits were attacked once more. The vibrating tendrils multiplied, somehow, and formed five tiny, spindly little projections that rotated around her underarms with a maddeningly slow precision. A totally unhurried, unconcerned movement, like the motion of a tickler who knew their prey wasn’t going anywhere despite their frantic, violent struggle. Zyl’s movements did little to dislodge this teasing, ticklish vibrating ‘massage’ of her armpits, the five points on either arm circling just around the weakest point at the center before spiraling inward, giving her just enough time to dread what was coming next. “Nhahha-hahah-AHAHHA-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!”
Zyl was feeling slightly dizzy as the blood rushed to her head. Sheer frustration kept her hanging on, and powered her efforts to get free, but the tickling in her armpits was so strong, those vibrating sensations so ticklish, that it was maddening. Little beads of ticklish tears formed in her eyes, falling towards the water, as the constant tickling overwhelmed her. The assaults on her weaknesses, though short in duration as all of them had been, were adding up over time, wearing down her resistance and making it harder and harder to suppress her reactions. Now this, this crazy assault on her ticklish underarms, had her at wit’s end. Something about this little vibrating touch, so precise and fine, was driving Zyl absolutely out of her mind, and the growing realization that she was going to have to submit again only heightened the feeling.
The tendrils had spread out once more, now acting independently of one another, but always within her armpits. One or two of them chose to explore the very outer edge of her underarm, prying into the soft, ticklish parts of skin just where it bordered on muscle or bone. Others drew random patterns in the soft hollow of her underarm, and at least one was tracing a meandering zig-zag across the inner part that threatened her sacred center spot with another punishing tickling. Its touch wandered away from the center towards the outside, only to jump back to it with frightening suddenness, and drill into the ticklish center with fierce vibrations that caused Zyl’s willpower to waver.
She could feel her knees starting to loosen, the bar starting to slip over her calves, and she squeezed her eyes shut tight as Arishna smirked.
“IHEHEEHEHAHHAHAHAHAH GIEHEHEHAHHHAHEHEHEHEHAHAH GIVEHAHAHEHEHAHAHUPPP!!”
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“You’ve got an hour left, Zyl. You can’t call it quits on the obstacle course as a whole, but if you’re done, you can just lay there for the next hour until we close it up and try again tomorrow~”
Zyl didn’t respond to Arishna. The prospect of having to do all of these, again, a second time, was already weighing heavily on her. Her mind was a confused mess. Anger at the situation, anger at her own failure. Frustration at her inability to pass the obstacle, frustration at her inability to get up and try again. Her body and her mind were at odds, but even tired as she was, she knew she could do something so stupidly simple as cross a set of monkey bars, even upside down, and then climb a rope. What she couldn’t do right now was deal with this goddess-damned tickling any time she tried to do anything.
“It doesn’t have to be this way, y’know?” That was Blue’s voice. Very quiet, actually, like she was whispering in Zyl’s ear. Arishna was facing one of her displays, gesturing, posing, and doing whatever announcer crap she was usually doing, and didn’t seem like she was paying much attention. “You’ve been really stubborn about this whole thing and made it way harder on yourself than it has to be. It really wasn’t meant to be this difficult.”
“Fuck you,” Zyl snapped. “What the fuck would you know? You’re not the one dealing with stupid crap while getting the shit tickled out of you. How would you know what it feels like?”
There was a moment of silence before White answered. “Slimes are actually pretty vulnerable to vibrations no matter what form we take. One of the instructors here, named Pinon, is pretty notorious for making slime girls do physical tests while he sets their entire body to vibrate gently using whatever bullshit kung fu magic he’s got. It’s like… turning your entire body into a tickle spot, and then having it tickled from top to bottom constantly, without end, and then being told you have to fight some eight-foot-tall satyr who wants nothing more than to pin you down and tickle-fuck you into a puddle. All you want to do is curl up into a little ball and giggle until it stops - and slimes can curl up into literal balls, too. It doesn’t make the tickling go away at all. Not until Pinon’s had his jollies.”
“Then what’s worse,” Red chimed in, “is that being worn out like that gets you all protein deprived, and unless you happened to have a protein shake nearby the best pick-me-up you can get is cum.” Zyl couldn’t help herself. She snorted a laugh of amusement, rather than a laugh of ticklishness, for the first time in what felt like forever.
“Fine. So what’s the point of all that?” she asked. “I can believe you demons are all perverted enough to inflict this shit on each other, too. What’s that got to do with me?”
It was Blue who answered again. “Honestly, I was surprised, because you’d figured it out and then told us not to help you finish the obstacle course after figuring out the trick. Remember? You had me do it when we went to go pick up White.”
Zyl covered her eyes with the back of her left hand. It was less effective in helping her block out visual sensations than she would have liked, because her truth gem was pulsing its usual, sedate blue. “So, you want me to let you cover my armpits so you can tickle them and make me fall that way. Is that it? What’s the difference between that and what I’m already doing?”
“Do you want us to show you?” Red asked, and Zyl hesitated, before letting out a groan.
“I can’t believe I let you three talk me into this. Fine. Go ahead. Whatever.” Zyl changed her position, resting her head on her hands, which of course kept her armpits wide open for the three slimes, who started to flow across her body again. This time she was wearing a simple, black body stocking that covered everything from elbows to neck and down to her ankles. “Nyeheheh… heheheh. Hehehehehee… f-fuck….” she gasped, the dark elf’s back arching slightly, then her brows knitted in irritation. “Blue, I sahahahaaaid stop thahhahhhhhhooooohhh…!!! No, no, we aren’t giving a sh-hoohohhahahaheheh show, stoppit…” No. There was absolutely no way whatever the fuck she was doing down around Zyl’s clit was going to get her off while that horrible feeling of fingernails crawling in her armpits was going on. “Stahhaha, ahhahaha, hahahahahahaa…! Hahahahahaha! Nnnhehheheheeheee!”
It was, at the very bare minimum, nice to not have some insane brush vibrator bullshit going in her armpits. The sensation of fingernails teased her torso, playing in her armpits with light touches, but also descending to her sides, dancing down over her ribs. There were way more than three sets of ‘hands’ on her body right now, anyway, even if all of them were touching her lightly. Tickling softly at her abs and her sides, ever so gently squeezing at her hips. Going up and down her ribs with ticklish touches that made Zyl’s biceps tense and her fingers curl up, but she kept her arms over her head, like she’d have to in order to climb the rope and do the monkey bars. It was just barely bearable, like before. Like they knew exactly how to find the edge of what she could tolerate and walk that line perfectly. Except for Blue, who must be doing who the fuck knew what down between her legs. Like the feeling of nails stroking whisper-soft over her mound, and something that just felt like a faint buzz surrounding her sensitive clit.
Her mind wandered. Was she horny? She wanted to say no, that tickling wouldn’t make her horny at all. Because it wouldn’t. But what she DID have to admit was that it had been a little bit too long before she’d relieved some pressure, so to speak, and her body kinda sorta maybe got a little… overheated… at times. Not even like her training squad’s chief instructor, who was so known for being thirsty that the way to get away with shenanigans was to rope some dude into a scheme and just sort of push him into the sergeant’s quarters. That would guarantee she was too busy to check up on them for the rest of the night, and then Zyl and her squadmates could get away with whatever the hell they wanted. Zyl wasn’t like THAT. But she did need… “Nnhghhhhehheheheheh it’s too heheheheheheh light, stoppit…!” she gasped, meaninglessly, and the slimes ignored her anyway. Their touches swarmed her body, but gently, like they really were teasing her with just hands. Tickling even weird places like along the small of her back, right inside of her ass crack, behind her knees, too. Zyl’s body had started to writhe in a very suggestive way upon the floor, which was picked up instantly by every transmission crystal within the room.
“You’re doing great, Zyl,” one of them whispered. Hard to tell apart right now. “Keep your arms up, you’re doing great… see? This isn’t so bad, just gentle tickles everywhere. All over, tickle-tickle, your body is so strong but sooooo ticklish. It’s really quite erotic, you know. Everyone loves watching your strong body squirm…”
“Behehheaheheeheheh bastards…!” Zyl gasped, arching her hips up off the ground. It was hard to even call what was happening to her right now tickling. They WERE tickling her all over, of course. The fingers counting her ribs, and stroking through her armpits, wiggling into her abs and pinching her hips were one hundred percent tickling her. There was also a weirdly pleasant-ish tingle going along with all of it because Blue was being a pervert and doing something to her down there. How could they be so damn gentle? The tickling wasn’t too strong at any one point to overwhelm anywhere else, even under her arms. They tickled those so softly, and other places a little harder, and in the end it was like she was floating on a sea of tickles, having it wash over her body in waves. “Nheheheheehe! HEHeheheheeh! Nnh-hhehh--eheheheh-NNMMNHEHEHEEE!” Zyl felt like she was losing control of her own body, too exhausted and frustrated to muster up the willpower to stop herself from reacting to the pure physical sensation.
“You’re doing really good, really really good. This is the training we talked about, remember? You can endure this, and if you practice every day enduring tickles like this, you’ll be able to put up with more, and more, and more tickles, until you get to be like Arishna who can be tickled for daaaaaaaaays without running out of stamina~”
“Tha-ahahah-HAHAHAHAH that sounds like hell!” Zyl snapped, but soon after dissolved into her writhing and giggling all over again. Oh, no. She couldn’t stop it. Her body wanted what Blue was giving it, and no matter how much she frantically reminded herself of how many people were watching, she couldn’t stop it. The feeling was… different, somehow. Not the sort of raw, primal scream of pleasure that made her often pound her partner silly into the bed or mattress or whatever. This one was weird. Like a shimmering tingle that spread out through her body, making her toes curl, making her muscles tighten, and held her nerves on edge for a prolonged period of time. The ticklish stroking in her body seemed magnified, yet blended with this pleasure sensation rippling through her such that for those long, blissful seconds, it was almost like there was no real tickling at all, just an interesting new flavor of orgasm.
Zyl’s body slowly came back down from the sensation, and it was like… nothingness. Just a sort of pleasant, after tingle that “FUHUUHUUUUCKKKKK!” one of them just had to ruin by sticking a fucking something vibrating and whirring brushy bullshit in her armpit for a quarter of a second. “Goddess damn you,” she grumbled, now on her side and curled up in a ball, and was greeted with a soft chorus of giggles.
It felt strange, afterward. The slimes, now combined and covering her whole body, spent the entire rest of the course tickling her body in that exact same soft manner, not sparing her armpits at all, of course, but maintaining the soft torso tickling and exploring wherever they could reach. Zyl felt oddly detached, calmer than usual after what should have been an embarrassing ticklegasm - that was the word she’d heard Arishna use. Yet even her excited announcer hype shouting, complete with jiggling her tits and ass all over the place as usual, seemed to not have much effect on Zyl at the moment. She traveled the monkey bars upside down, dodging the restraint tendril that had given her so much trouble, and the tendrils on the ceiling teased her toes a bit but she didn’t make the mistake of mocking something that probably couldn’t hear her anyway. After all the screaming, frustration, and anger at the monkey bars obstacle, Zyl landed on her feet on the far side. It was actually kind of anticlimactic, she thought, and contemplated the climb before her.
A rope climb was pretty basic, but as the last tingles of 'armpit training' gently flowed out of her body, Zyl felt frustration start to gnaw at her again. Not because she was failing the rope climb, but because it was so easy. If only she'd gotten across the damn monkey bars sooner, she wouldn't have had... all that stuff happen to her.
Sure, she stopped and hung from the rope a few times, opening up her armpits to mischief and ticklish teasing. She giggled, struggled, lost her footing, and had her bare feet assaulted by the tendrils sticking out of the wall, this type of tendril seeming to favor feathery touches that made her feet jump away. Zyl even fell twice from the rope, landing back on the floor with a thud that the slimes thoughtfully cushioned for her, and felt stupid for not realizing this sooner. Failing THIS obstacle meant she could just try again infinitely. Why had she gotten so stubborn and worked up over the monkey bars? Arishna wouldn’t shut up about her six submissions, four of which had come on the bars, a full sixty-seven percent bla bla bla…
Zyl made it to the top of the rock wall on her third attempt. When she had planted both feet on the floor and stood up, all three slimes flowed off of her, lined up in front of her with grins on their jelly faces, and Arishna stood behind them. “Congratulations! ...is what I want to say, Zyl,” she started off, “but you see, the course actually closed five minutes ago, so you…” Despite the fact that she was not actually there and just a projection, the succubus’ image still flinched from having a clenched fist driven through its face, even if it passed through the other side, leaving Arishna with Zyl’s tricep in her mouth before she stepped to the side. “Can’t take a joke, can you, Zyl? I’m teasing. You cleared Slime Land with twenty-one minutes to spare. Go back to your room and rest, you deserve it.”
Zyl walked through the light-filled doorframe in front of her, and was rewarded with the sight of her own room, bed, kitchen, bathroom and all. She couldn’t even muster irritation at being naked before she showered, ate, and fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
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It almost felt too mean to use Absolute Tickle Dream on Zyl tonight.
Almost.
“Tonight’s After Dark programming has the thing I know everyone is just dying to see,” Arishna whispered to her transmission crystal, standing outside of Zyl’s door. “Our poor, exhausted, valiant contestant is lying fast asleep in her bed right now… and thanks to Technical Advisor Felin’s genius device, she will stay asleep until morning, no matter what. I don’t even technically need to whisper, but it’s fun to play along, isn’t it? Felin, why don’t you give our viewers a brief rundown of what your device actually does?”
The voice which responded, as Arishna opened the door slowly to the sleeping Zyl’s bedroom, sounded decidedly less energetic than Arishna’s own had. “I can’t believe you kept me up late for this. Put very, very simply, the Absolute Tickle Dream mechanic will ‘lock’ the subject in sleep, while allowing them to be awake enough to respond to simple stimuli. Some subjects, especially if they are prone to it, will sleep-talk, but the nature of the device means that they will feel all sensations less acutely than they would if they were fully awake.” The voice had a lecturing tone to it nonetheless, as Arishna crept up beside Zyl’s bed, and gently slid the sheet away from her body. The transmission crystal got a nice overview of the snoring dark elf as Arishna winked at the device.
“Because Absolute Tickle Dream is making use of the body’s natural sleep mechanisms, this is a required trade-off,” Felin’s voice continued. “Having someone remain unaware, unable to be awakened, but also fully responsive is more in the vein of mind control, which - I assume - is not what the goal of this particular activity is.”
“You make it sound so booooooring,” Arishna teased, stroking her fingers into Zyl’s armpit, which earned her a giggle from the sleeping dark elf, but - crucially - Zyl seemed unable to move her arm back down to cover the weakness. “What this means is… we get to spend a long time exploring Zyl’s sensitive spots, and she can’t run away or give up at all~ and I know some of us are just dying to see what happens when we pick… on… her…” Arishna gently placed her hand on Zyl’s elbow to prevent the dark elf from accidentally moving her arm down to cover herself, just in case, and brought the transmission crystal closer to show Zyl’s underarm close up. “I know some of you perverts have been really impatient to see her get all tied up and really punished good~ But you need to be patient. We’ll get there~”
Arishna’s fingertip moved with slow, short strokes, reflecting the luxury of time that she had. Each swipe of her nail brought a giggle to Zyl’s lips, and another slight, wiggling struggle of her body, but her mind was trapped in sleep by Felin’s device. “Hehehehehehe…” she breathed, giggling softly as Arishna stroked over the center of her armpit. “Heee...hehehehe… hehehehe…” Soft, breathy giggles of the sort that the audience had come to not expect from Zyl. No, usually her laughter was loud, desperate, and accompanied by swearing. Lots of swearing. It was as if her vocabulary disappeared when she was tickled. “Nohohohehehehehe… hehehee that ticklessssehehhehehee…”
“You poor thing,” Arishna stage-whispered into her ear. “You must be so terribly, terribly ticklish and weak…”
“I’m sooohohohohooooo ticklish,” the soft whisper of a reply came. “Hehehehehe…. hehehehehheheHEEEhehehehee…” Arishna’s fingernails withdrew for a moment so that the succubus could ready the tool she had prepared specifically for this event. It wasn’t anything special or fancy - a hand-held little device that the humans called a water pick, and that she had shamelessly stolen after seeing it employed to great effect. It was, in essence, a tiny little vibrator whose tip ended in a short, blunt tip, fantastic for directing vibrations to a precise weak spot. When Arishna directed this vibrating little instrument to Zyl’s armpit, her laughter increased noticeably: “HEEEeeheheheheeheh it tickles, thheheehehehhe stop eheheheheheh stop peeehehhah pleeehheeheeeeeeze…! HEeheehehehee…! HEEEheheheehe…”
“Isn’t she so cute when she just lets herself giggle like this? Remember, though - this is a ~secret~” Arishna shared another wink with her audience. “Zyl won’t know that we’ve spent all this time playing with her tomorrow morning. Maaaaaybe she’ll remember having a dream about being tickled, but that’s all.” Arishna didn’t really need to hold Zyl’s arm up, and so she focused her efforts entirely on Zyl’s left armpit. Her fingernails danced in that sensitive hollow, tickling around the upper edge, while the vibrating pick swirled around in the center, prompting the muscular dark elf to shift and arch her back a bit with laughter. “Listen to her gooooo~ it’s a good thing that tomorrow’s obstacle course is going to give us a good number of chances to watch how she puts up with being tickled when she can’t get away from it. We have a few more surprises for her tomorrow, too… mhmhm.”
Zyl’s shoulders shifted left and right a little bit in sleep. She had fallen asleep on her back, with her left arm behind her head, which Arishna had been exploiting this whole time. “HEEEeheehehehehhe ehheeheheh hehehehehehee… HEHEHEhehehehehe! HeeeeehEHEHEhehehehe…! HEHEHEHEheheheee…!” A slight disadvantage of the Absolute Tickle Dream was that it did lend itself to somewhat monotonous laughter. After all, the victim was still asleep, in a sense, even if reacting to the ticklish sensations. It was something to whet the appetite, to revel in the enjoyment of teasing the oblivious dark elf as she shifted helplessly around in her bed. Arishna’s focus on her armpit had definitely prompted stronger reactions than before, and even in sleep Zyl’s face was scrunched up in obvious, ticklish laughter, brow furrowing and eyes flickering slightly as if she wanted to wake up, but was unable to do so as the fingernails and vibrator marauded in her ticklish armpit.
“Buuuuuuut… you know, we did spend a lot of time today focusing on these ticklish pits of hers,” Arishna mused out loud, her voice still a whisper. Despite the fact that she could have spoken normally, whispering as if she was sneaking around, and leaving the lights off so that everything in Zyl’s room was cast in a low-light, ethereal blue glow, helped to create the atmosphere of sneaking into someone’s bedchamber for mischief. “And it would be totally unfair to those of you who like to see other parts of our ticklish amazon get the love they deserve, so…” She glanced over to her own display for a moment, and smirked. “I knew it, you pervs~ hehehe, it wasn’t even close. The results of our instant poll are in, and we’re taking a little trip…
...Down here!” Arishna had swung her leg up and over Zyl’s body, straddling her waist, and facing the foot of the bed, towards Zyl’s feet. Then the succubus inched down along Zyl’s strong legs until she arrived at the dark elf’s ankles, maneuvering the transmission crystal so the elf’s large soles faced the camera. “I know there’s a bunch of you having fun with this already,” Arishna said, leaning down so that her face appeared in the frame beside Zyl’s feet, grinning and then bringing her vibrating water pick into contact with Zyl’s big toe. That prompted a slight curling of the toes and a giggly gasp from behind Arishna, so she carefully held the first two toes back with her fingers and slid the perfectly sized tool in between them.
“HEEEEehehehehehehe… hahahaha, ahahaha, hahahaha, HAAAhahahahahaaa…!” Zyl’s other foot wiggled very slightly and flexed its toes, but in sleep, she lacked the strength to even contest Arishna’s fingers, and so she was helpless to defend herself against the vibrating tip that slid in and out of the sensitive gap between her first two toes. Arishna was in no hurry, and let the tip explore up the side of each toe, even working at the base of both of them, and slipping in and out of the space in between before finally proceeding to the next set, assaulting her second toe from the other side, and getting the middle toe into the mix. “NYehehehehahahhahaahah, hahahahahaha, haaaaa…!” Arishna didn’t add anything to the sound of laughter, just her wiggling eyebrows and smirking grin, as she methodically worked down the toes of Zyl’s foot. It was a slow process, of course. One couldn’t rush the tickling of a sensitive pair of feet like Zyl had. “Haha, haha, haha, ahahahahahaha~ haaahahahahaha…” The fading laughter came just as Arishna withdrew the water pick to assess the results. Only for a second, though. She paused, gave her audience a look, and then dropped the water pick to rake her nails across the soles of both feet, treating them to a ruthless minute of tickling.
“I know Slime Land had a lot of focus on her upper body,” Arishna said, as if not even paying attention to the laughter she was causing. It was quite a lot of laughter, as her nails stroked relentlessly upon Zyl’s arches, the weak curling of her toes not anywhere near sufficient to deter the ticklish assault. “But we’ve got a few traps in Machine Mansion tomorrow that will get her feet nice and good… including, if all goes according to plan, an extended torment of these soles that should have some… explosive results. Mmhmhm~ we’ve engineered it to ensure that Zyl will have to put up with a looooot of tickling that she can’t run from in order to get through tomorrow’s traps… I wonder how our poor ticklish dark elf will manage?”
Arishna’s raking fingernails trailed off the tops of Zyl’s feet slowly, and for a few seconds, there was the sound of fading laughter, and then the normal breathing of sleep. Before Arishna brought her next tool into the visual frame of the transmission crystal, she held it to the side, so that the audio would pick up the sound of soft whirring and vibrating, before the succubus brought the tool into view. One of the devices the humans used to clean their teeth, a hard plastic rod about a foot long, slightly thicker at one end to serve as the handle, and then a collection of bristly brushes about an inch long at one end. This was, moreso than a tooth brusher, an absolutely fabulous tickling tool. Arishna had introduced the slimes to this device so that they might learn how to copy its sensation, so effective was it. And it was, of course, hellishly ticklish for Zyl.
“Nahahahahaha…! Tickles… hehehehe! HEEEHheehehehee! HEhehe, hehe, ahahah, HAHAhahahah heheheehee!” Zyl’s struggling produced just a bit more in the way of actual movement down by her feet, but it was nowhere near sufficient to overcome Arishna’s grasp of her toes to keep her foot in place. The toothbrush circled around in a slow pattern upon Zyl’s foot, starting underneath the ball and circling from one side of her foot to the other. Then, it trailed down along the side of her foot with the same slow circular motion, and once it met the heel, traveled back to the other side of Zyl’s foot, and then back up to its starting place. In effect, Arishna was making sure to cover every bit of the space between the ball of Zyl’s foot and her heel, “coloring” the outline first and then slowly working her way towards the middle with methodical strokes. Zyl accompanied the effort, which took the succubus quite a while with her slow and precise movements, with giggling all the while: “Hhehehe… ehehehe, heheeh, hahha… AHAHAHahahhaaehehehehe… hehehehehee…!”
“I really like this spot right here in the middle,” Arishna commented, circling the buzzing bristles around on that spot, while Zyl’s other foot curled and flexed and flapped slowly. “I almost wonder if we could spend some time getting her to believe that she’s more sensitive in one spot than another…” The succubus’ grin was fiendish. “But I’m sure you’ve all seen the schedule, and you know that when we get to the laboratory course, it’ll be time to put all our practice talking around her truth jewel to the test, and fill her head with believable nonsense. The mind can be such a funny thing, don’t you think? So easily led astray if one knows how~ Heheheee… But.” The electric toothbrush clicked off, and Zyl breathed more easily for a moment more. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There’s still one more foot we need to spend some time on, and I think I’m feeling a little out of patience myself.” Arishna showed the transmission crystal her last tool - a simple hairbrush.
Zyl’s laughter seemed to increase yet more, and produced the most of the feeble struggling she’d managed so far. The brush’s bristles were rougher than the toothbrush, and since Arishna had chosen a rather large model, it was simply a matter of viciously stroking it back and forth across the dark elf’s sole, keeping hold of the toes to prevent even the minimal defense of curling. The stroking bristles stimulated all of Zyl’s ticklish nerves at once, sending a flood of tickles that even her sleep-locked brain had to try and deal with somehow, resulting in the feeble flapping of the foot that had already been treated to a thorough examination. There was no subtlety in the hairbrush attack, just slight changes in angle and pressure to ensure that the maximum number of ticklish bristles stroked across Zyl’s arch with every movement.
“It really is a shame we can’t hear her scream with laughter tonight,” Arishna said, as she directed the image to briefly show Zyl’s face, ticklish, giggling, tossing back and forth helplessly. “But I proooomise tomorrow we’ll have something good. For everyone, really~! For now, though… Felin told me that tickling her like this makes her sleep really not restful, poor thing.” Arishna giggled, as Zyl’s face seemed to furrow in distress for a moment before relaxing again, as the brush tickling on her sole finally ceased, and the succubus turned around, sliding back up along Zyl’s legs. “We do want her to be a little tired tomorrow morning… slow to get up and get moving, but we can’t have her a walking zombie on the course or there will be no point! So tonight, we’ve got just one more spot to focus on before we have to sign off…”
Arishna then shifted over to slide up along Zyl’s side, blowing softly in her ear, pressing her breasts into the dark elf’s body, and earning a soft twitch and a pleased sigh for her efforts. Her fingernail started to circle around Zyl’s navel. “Zyl, are you ticklish here?” The succubus had been harboring a suspicion after observing Zyl today, and she wanted to put her theory to the test. Her nail was drawing a slow circle on the very rim of Zyl’s bellybutton, and it was quite gratifying to see the ticklish smile twitch back onto Zyl’s lips.
“Ehehehehheehe… very ticklish,” Zyl replied. Without further prompting, she didn’t say anything more: her words were all whispers, and quickly dissolved back into giggling. “HEEhehehehehehe…. Hehehehehe…. HEEEEhehehehEEEE… ehehehe… ehehehe…” Her head shook quickly back and forth, and her fingers curled slightly, as did her toes. The dark elf’s hips shuffled left and right, her stomach flexing slightly in response to Arishna’s touch, the ticklishness stimulating her body once again.
“I think… someone is very, very ticklish in here,” Arishna teased in Zyl’s ear breathily, rubbing against the firm, warm curves of Zyl’s side. All this teasing and tickling that the succubus a little excited herself. “Very ticklish in this soft little spot right… here.”
One might have expected that Arishna punctuated this statement with a fingertip in the bellybutton, but it was actually much worse than that for Zyl. The water pick, with its small, vibrating tip, slid perfectly into the sensitive divot, and that prompted the strongest reaction Arishna had seen such far - a sudden arch of her hips upward, almost as if Zyl was awake, but soon her body fell back to the bed and shook back and forth restlessly, Zyl’s lips curled upward in a wide, ticklish grin. “NOOOohehhehehehehehehe heheheehehe eheheheEHEHEHeheh ehheehe… EHEEhehehehe hehehehe eheheheh ehehehahhahaa… HAAAHhahahaa…!” Arishna guided the vibrating tip to explore in a meandering fashion around within the ticklish navel, a grin widening on her own lips as she watched Zyl struggle and suffer ticklishly from the precise exploitation of a weak spot.
The thrumming tip of the water pick circled around inside of Zyl’s navel, checking just inside the rim with slow rotations, completing two full revolutions at that surface level. Arishna knew there was only one place she could go, however. The water pick delved deeper, the tool seemingly designed for this exact purpose, its humming length tickling Zyl terribly wherever it touched her sensitive skin. “Tickle, tickle, tickle… you poor thing, your navel is going to be so terribly exposed tomorrow, too… mhmhm. We’re going to see how long you can keep your composure while your belly is exposed to tickle destruction… mmmnh, I can hardly waaa~it…” Arishna slipped slightly closer to Zyl, and began to nibble on the sensitive tip of her ear, sending her body into a welter of confused sensations that were further complicated by the Absolute Tickle Dream keeping her in a forced state of sleep.
The nibbling to her ear sent a rush of mixed ticklish pleasure through her body, but the buzzing in her bellybutton could be described as nothing but absolutely hysterical. Her body was reacting without conscious input, but the impulses to defend these sensitive spots were so strong that she was trying even without realizing it. Her hips tried to twist to the side, to move her bellybutton away from the ticklish stimulation that was probing into the deepest, most sensitive depths of her navel. Her head tried to turn in the same way, to free her ear from the warm, gentle vibration of Arishna’s sucking lips around her eartip. Arishna’s position nestled up against Zyl’s side meant both of these efforts were futile, especially as they did not have the dark elf’s considerable full power behind them. Her strong body was so erotic when it lost control like this, so susceptible to sensations like pleasure and tickling. Arishna shuddered softly against Zyl’s side, and kept the water pick humming deep in Zyl’s belly divot.
“It’s almost a shame to waste such ticklish torture on someone who’s asleep and can’t remember it,” Arishna whispered, not looking for a response so much as she was playing for her audience. “Before we’re done with you, Zyl, we’re going to have so much fun with you… mhmhm. I can’t wait to see how you handle tomorrow’s course. Luckily for you, if I keep this up for much longer, it’s going to make a mess of all our plans, so you get a break this time.” Gently, she kissed Zyl on the cheek, and after a few more seconds of keeping her bellybutton in a state of hysterical ticklishness, finally let Zyl rest. Arishna laid beside Zyl for a few long seconds more, considering whether or not she should indulge in sleeping beside the delightfully sensitive dark elf. She could ensure that she awoke before Zyl, and… mmm… bah. It was too risky, unfortunately. It would be much more fun to ensure that tomorrow’s schemes went off without a hitch, rather than try to have to explain away what she’d been doing in Zyl’s bed.
Slowly, Arishna climbed out of bed, and pulled the sheet back over top of Zyl, who still seemed to be shifting and twitching a bit, her lips flickering into a smile. It wouldn’t be a surprise if she was having her own tickle dream now, after all that had happened to her, and Arishna pulled back for a long shot of the sleeping dark elf before she brought the transmission crystal back to herself. “And that’s all for tonight’s After Dark stream, you perverts,” she said with her trademark wink and giggle. “But you won’t have to wait long for more action. Erialen always gets up bright and early, and we’ll make sure to alert you the second Zyl wakes up so you can see our plan start to take shape. Poor thing might sleep in a little and be slow to get going, but that’s exactly what we want.”
Arishna crept out of Zyl’s room, gave a wink and a lazy salute to the transmission crystal, and then signed off. Despite the late hour, the succubus had a spring in her step, and a grin on her lips.
It was always so much fun when a plot started to come together.
