Jaynin
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I liked the idea I expounded on briefly in How Jelex Thinks, namely Felin getting gang-tickled by a bunch of jocks who pin and have their way with her.
So I expanded on it a bit.
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Usually, when there was hysterical laughter anywhere within Felin's earshot, it sounded like music to her ears, a pleasant background sound to enjoy even if she was focused on something else. But, oddly enough, tonight that wasn't the case. More oddly still, Felin had accepted, at Jelex's urging, an invitation to go out to a club and have some "fun", whatever that meant. Not that Felin was any stranger to having fun, but she strongly suspected that Jelex's idea of fun was to tease some guy into putting his hand down her shorts. Felin rather enjoyed being more subtle, on the whole, but the elf had been insistent, and so they had gone off to a lively but not overly noisy bar, for which Felin was grateful, since she wouldn't have stayed for very long if the noise level had been intolerable. And at first, the sound of giggling had been enjoyable; there was in particular a group of four males, all neko-jin, who seemed to focus on clustering around one girl, flattering and teasing her, getting her a drink, and then giving her a succession of pokes and tickles, laughing with her about it, and then moving on.
Since that time, however, they had only gotten bolder, setting up shop on the empty stage in one corner, and after they had pulled a long bench up onto stage, one of them delivered the challenge: to find a girl that wasn't totally reduced to a giggling helpless mess when she got tickled. The implication of that had been enough to make Felin's brow twitch with irritation, but when Jelex nearly leaped from her seat to be the first volunteer, Felin wished she could make herself invisible. Of all the people whom Felin might have wanted to defend the integrity of the female sex against these jocks, Jelex was near to the bottom on her list. It wasn't that Felin was a man-hating rabid feminist; she just disliked the notion that she, or any female, couldn't be every bit as good, if not better, than a man in a straight-up competition. So when Jelex let herself be led up on stage and let one of the males hold her arms above her head while the other two sat on her thighs and ankles, the final one holding a stack of cards and a microphone, Felin knew that there was disaster incoming.
It started innocently enough. The cat-boys' fingers just very gently teased on Jelex's upper body, tickling at her soles rather softly, and Jelex for her part didn't turn into a banshee from the first tease. She even managed to answer the first question correctly, about how many ribs there were in the body. Even as suspicious as she was of the whole thing, even Felin had to smile to herself; they had picked probably the one area of questioning that Jelex actually knew something about to ask. But it didn't last. Asked if sodium chloride was poisonous, Jelex said yes, and there were quiet snickers from the bar's patrons, and the boys tickled her a little harder. Guffawing, Jelex flubbed the next question regarding the meaning of the abbreviation RAM, and suddenly started to shriek as they tickled under her arms, the one holding her wrists pinning them beneath his legs and then adding his own fingers to her upper body while the other shifted to her sides, and of course the other was tracing his fingers on her feet all over.
The next question came, but neither Jelex nor anyone else was able to hear it by now, though many of the bar's patrons were laughing and clapping as Jelex was visibly reduced to a quivering mess of goo from the boys tickling her, who were of course highly amused. As a penalty for not being able to hear the question, she was tickled for two minutes straight, at the end of which her howls of laughter filled the bar to the point that conversation was practically impossible, before finally letting her go to the sound of applause. Jelex stumbled back to the table she was sharing with Felin, a goofy grin on her face, and watched with amusement as a shy, mousy girl was herded up onto the stage by her giggling friends, who assured the neko-jin holding the microphone that she was unbearably ticklish, and the girl was gently laid onto the bench face down, her arms stretched in front of her, legs bent back at the knee to put her feet in the air, and the boys held her with the strength of their arms rather than sitting on her. It didn't improve Felin's mood much how she started to squeak and beg as soon as they teased her feet.
"Lighten up," Jelex said, giving Felin a light punch to the shoulder. "Hell, volunteer to go next. You'd probably smoke their questions and make them all look stupid." Felin only responded with a noncommittal grunt and continued to watch the proceedings. They were far gentler with the mouse girl than they had been with Jelex, but only because she'd started to squeal ticklishly as soon as she missed the first question and was a quivering mass within a minute and a half of tickling. They teased her a little and sent her back to her friends, and Felin viewed the whole event rather more darkly. Then she sighed as a busty human girl volunteered herself next. She was put on her side, arms behind her back, and tickled all up and down her torso as her hair splayed wildly all over the bench when she squirmed and shook her head, though Felin's hopes were temporarily raised when she answered two questions correctly... and then dissolved into a scream of laughter as one of them apparently found a weak spot on her ribs. All of them virtually abandoned the 'quiz game' to tickle the weak spot relentlessly, and by the time the announcer thought to ask a question, she was in no shape to answer - leading to two more minutes of ticklish torment and a fuming Felin, who was irritated at the cheating and decided to do something about it.
As that girl went to sit, Felin stood, and though she was a fair bit shorter than the one with the quiz cards and the microphone, she looked directly at him and said with an acidic smile, "Sure, I'll play along, but only if you actually follow your own rules this time, okay?" Then she was put in the same position Jelex had been, feeling the strong arms and bodies of the three cat-boys pin her solidly into place and stretch her out... Just as she was getting herself comfortable, easily conditioning herself to their rather gentle tickling, one whispered into her ear:
"And what if we don't?" Felin's eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly at the tone of voice, and then she realized how the three of them were looking at her.
"You wouldn't dare - " she said, realizing their question had been masked by the noise of the announcer. "Two to the tenth power," she said loudly enough to be heard, in response to the question of how to express 1,024 as a binary power. Then she had to let off a little steam with a giggle as claws crept slowly into her sensitive underarms. "You wouldn't..."
"Are you going to stop us?" one of them asked, not leering but teasing, and Felin suddenly realized what she had gotten herself into; no amount of answering questions would physically weaken their hold on her... The claws teased around the circumference of her underarm, others exploring on her feet... "Let's find your weak spot and see how smart you really are, kitten. You're a smart girl, so a little tickling shouldn't bother you... right?" Despite herself Felin shivered. It was difficult enough to fight off the tickling sensations while at the same time fighting the rising sense of indignation and the inexplicable feeling right behind that of excitement. She knew that their touches and teases were largely sensual - it was no surprise to her that they were looking to touch and tease and hopefully take a few girls back with them, and it was a war between her body, which wanted to be excited, and her mind, which was fuming... "I'm sure you can explain it away with science and just ignore it and focus on..."
"Eight," Felin called loudly, both to be heard and to cut off the one who'd been whispering in her ear. "The atomic number for oxygen is eight." Science. How had they known - Shit. What did Jelex tell them? If they told her to get her friend up here next she probably would've bragged about how smart I was and they were just waiting for me to give in and... "The closest star to the Earth is Proxima Centauri." The crowd oohed in admiration. The tickling hadn't picked up yet, just light tickling around her underarms and ribs. She had to giggle again, and it was frustrating to realize that while she was holding her own, it just seemed to amuse them that she kept coming up with the right answers. Just waiting for me to fail...
"Better yet," the one teased, "why don't you tell us where your weak spot is? Then we can just have fun and you won't have to tire yourself out thinking of all these answers... we'll just tickle you for two minutes and then you can go back to watching." Felin's only answer was a glare, but she had to bite her lip when he tickled her ribs, nearer to her breasts. "You can even think of it as a challenge, see how many questions you can answer while we all tickle your weak spot..." Felin kept her lips figuratively sealed on that issue. She knew better than to try not to laugh at all, and so giggled when she felt the urge, but it kept her sane enough to talk when necessary. Besides that, unless they were going to be so bold as to try stripping her right here, they wouldn't find her weak spot, which was right below her breasts and on the nipples themselves. She took some solace in that fact.
Felin raised her voice to answer another question. It was bad that she was getting distracted by all of this byplay and teasing. She had to stay focused and give them no excuse to tickle harder. It was probably even true that they were teasing her to distract her from the questioning... The one holding her wrists tired of being left out and joined in, stroking his fingers ever so slowly from her elbows down her biceps and then into her underarms, while the one astride her waist tickled her ribs gently. That made her laugh a little more, and she heard some chuckles of amusement as her next answer was shot through with giggling. Felin was slowly feeling more confident, until... Wait a moment... how many questions are there? It occurred to her, in a sudden flash of dread, that they hadn't specified a question limit, just a "contest" to see how long she could last while being tickled... and as her next answer was evidently broken up with more laughter, Felin knew that might not be too much longer.
"Let's tickle the smarts out of her. No matter how smart she is, all we have to do is keep tickling and we'll eventually get her to miss one." They chuckled softly at that, and Felin struggled slightly with indignation, but it was no good. She was lithe and flexible, but not strong. "It's kind of like tickling the smart girl to get all the answers for a test without studying. Smart girls always tell you all the answers when you tickle." Felin wanted to hammer her fists on something, preferably the face of one of her ticklers. She ruthlessly kept her mind focused on the next question and despite the fact that she giggled out the answer, so be it. It was still the correct answer.
"It's really kind of funny... like they think they can somehow smart their way out of tickles. Maybe when they convert brainpower to muscle power it'll be different, but right now girls are just ticklish answer sponges. Tickle 'em long enough and everything you want to know comes out." Felin devoutly wished Syia were there just then, although the busty psychic would be giggling too hard to use her power in this position. The tickling still hadn't grown in intensity; regardless of how tenuous it was, they were still playing by the rules, though if they even suspected the existence of a weak spot Felin knew they'd give it up in a heartbeat. Her hips were pretty ticklish, but not the kind of yowl-inducing ticklishness they wanted. She was giggling more or less constantly now as the fingers combed gently through her fur to tickle the flesh beneath, stroking under her arms and up and down her sides, the gentle tickles on her biceps and sides almost sensual... While she was aware of the foot tickling, and her toes wiggled somewhat, it generally wasn't one of Felin's weaker spots unless brushes were employed. Thankfully this group had no way to conjure brushes from thin air.
Felin answered another question. She vaguely recalled the count at being ten, and she was applauded with the latest correct answer. Even better, the one astride her thighs seemed to be growing vaguely frustrated as his fingers wandered around. "You'd think she'd have a hot spot somewhere," he said, focusing on getting in as many different crevices and obscure spots as he could find. Yet, to Felin's great relief, he didn't go any further than the lining of her top, unaware that the ticklish spot he was so desperately searching for was not even an inch beyond it... "She does. She tenses up when you get close to a certain spot, I've been watching. Just try harder." The one astride her thighs frowned. "Certain spot? That doesn't help." Felin realized that they would eventually get lucky - or daring. She had to do something or else...
"Hey," Felin interjected between questions, "how many of these do I have to answer before I win?" The one with the stack of cards shrugged, as if he hadn't considered the possibility before, but then he glanced at a nearby clock and seemed to make a quick calculation.
"Well, if you can go for five more minutes and answer every question, then you win." He gave a glance to his friends, not lost upon Felin, and then asked his next question. Meanwhile, the boys tickling her torso had held a quick whispered conference, and slowly the one holding her hands started to shift his position, scooting to the side gradually but abandoning his tickling so that he could use his hands to hold her. Felin smirked, until she realized what he had done, evidenced by how the one's fingers had started creeping into her top - he had blocked her from view so that his compatriot could explore what had previously been forbidden, and Felin was about to yell to draw attention to it...
Too late. His finger found the soft spot just at the bottom of her breasts, and Felin let out her breath in a loud squeal. Almost immediately the other one, sitting across her ankles, abandoned his position to come and join the feeding frenzy. The blood was in the water now, Felin realized; her other breast was soon being explored by a second pair of hands, and she was just barely able to burble out an answer to the next question. The volume of her laughter increasing didn't go unnoticed, and everyone seemed to lean forward eagerly...
Felin started to howl, as the tickling had finally caused her to misunderstand a question and result in a wrong answer, and then with just that one mistake, they jumped on it and didn't let up. Her top was rolled up just enough to show the weak spot, which they started tickling relentlessly, the two of them. Their fingers teased and swirled and stroked across her breasts, scratching with short quick motions on the weakness, and Felin's laughter rose instantly to a fever pitch; once so stoked, she couldn't calm herself down again, and all of the other places where she'd been able to deal with their light stroking suddenly became unbearable when they teased; her underarms and ribs were prime targets, and once they realized she'd been primed to laugh, the one blocking the view of her chest quickly rolled her top back down, and went back to his original position, freeing up his hands.
Now that they'd gotten her to laugh once, the floodgates had opened, and suddenly the claws stroking against her ribs or tweaking her sides produced unbearable bursts of ticklishness. Felin virtually screamed out the answer to the next question that was put to her, and then howled with laughter. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, heels drumming on the bench, but she couldn't shift the ones holding her torso down at all, and now they had her three ways; one tickling her left side and ribs, another tickling her right, the third tickling under her arms, and all of them teasing against her stomach and neck and hips when they could get away with it. Felin's cool composure had dissolved with the advent of her laughter, and now she struggled wildly against them, using language that rarely escaped her lips and brought a flush to her cheeks when they laughed. "Looks like we were right after all! Girls are just inherently weak to being tickled. I think we ought to go find some company with a female CEO and tickle cushy jobs and benefits right out of her." Felin nearly went berserk, the injustice of this whole rigged setup coupled with their muscle-headed jock attitude grating so harshly against her sensibilities that she tried with every fiber of her being to pull free from the strong grip of her captor, but to no avail. "Hahahaha - maybe you should be trying to boost your stamina and get stronger like your friend. If we hadn't had a room full of girls to tickle, we'd have kept her going for a while..."
Felin didn't answer but instead shrieked an obviously wrong response to the question the announcer had asked, realizing that they couldn't possibly tickle her any harder than they were already doing and she just had to stay in the game until the five minutes were up, not necessarily get the right answers. To be humiliated like this in front of so many people was galling enough that it provided Felin's mind with enough focus to watch him and wait for his mouth to move before answering... but even that was hard to do with the multitude of fingers tickling her sensitive torso. A finger drilled down into her navel and the catgirl yowled, much to the amusement of the others, and then spidered along her waist, making her feet come up into the air and then slam down on the bench, kicking wildly as she tried to twist her torso back and forth, but even that solace was denied her. It was frustrating to look so childish and helpless, and yet Felin had to admit there was a grain of black truth to what they had teased her with: she had no way to get out. Worse, she was exhausting herself with these pointless struggles, a feedback loop of helplessness that just stoked her irritation ever higher while making it even less likely she'd escape...
When it seemed as if she wasn't laughing loudly enough for their tastes, one of them daringly slipped his fingers beneath her top again to get a quick shot at her weakness, which sent her roaring back into laughter, both because the sheer audacity of it had shocked her, and just because she was ticklish. Questions came and went; some she may have even managed to answer correctly, but they had long started tickling her as hard as they dared nonstop with no breaks, so wrong answers didn't actually confer any further penalty. The announcer slowly realized what she was doing, but by the time he thought about it, there wasn't much time left, and she had been getting tickled for almost five minutes straight... so why rock the boat? Her stubborn pride had gotten her tickled full-bore for five minutes instead of the two she'd have dealt with if she had just given in from the start. But he asked his last question, let her scream out her nonsense answer of forty-two, and then announced with great fanfare, "Well, look at that! The kitten wins the game - give her a hand, folks!"
Felin, panting and dazed, only belatedly realized there was applause and that the tickling had stopped... but ominously, they didn't let her go. When the applause had died down, and they still didn't move to release her, Felin demanded somewhat peevishly, "What now? I won the game, didn't I? Can I get up now?"
"I don't know. Can you?" the announcer teased, then laughed. "Oh, but you haven't won just yet. Now it's time for the bonus round..." And then one of his friends feinted, tapping his fingers to her ribs quickly, and laughing at Felin's indignant squeal, all out of proportion to the actual touch. "Just kidding. Yep, you're done. Amazing job." He grinned insolently. For Felin, who was released then and wobbled her way back to her table, it was the last straw.
For the rest of that night, Jelex suffered the tickling claws of Felin, ending up in quite a state herself by the end of the night, though not in anywhere near such a dramatic fashion. However, that wasn't what was really on Felin's mind... "Hey... just a second," Felin said, putting on her best flirty girl's voice as she caught the arm of one of the cat-boys, when he was safely out of range for his friends to help him. "I really think I'd like to go home now." She winked at him, and he looked in the direction of his companions, but Felin put a finger under his chin, turned his head back to face her, shook her head, and then kissed him. "Just you." It was the one who had held her arms, she recalled, responsible for most of the whispered teases in her ear. It was easy enough to lead him back out the door, especially once she beckoned for Jelex to follow. If he wanted to think that he'd impressed them both, let him. Felin couldn't stop herself from grinning as they left together...
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Felin stood over the naked, restrained form of the male neko-jin she'd brought back with her. An impressive specimen, and quite ticklish to boot... "Well, we've finished the normal battery of tests," she said to him. As usual, this battery of 'tests' left the subject in quite a state of giggling and arousal. "But I wanted to run an additional test with you... an intelligence test, to be more precise." The grin on Felin's face was wicked enough to make him quail, as a monitor swung into place above him and flickered to life as her claws gently teased the sensitive spot on his inner thigh.
"Now, the first question..."
So I expanded on it a bit.
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Usually, when there was hysterical laughter anywhere within Felin's earshot, it sounded like music to her ears, a pleasant background sound to enjoy even if she was focused on something else. But, oddly enough, tonight that wasn't the case. More oddly still, Felin had accepted, at Jelex's urging, an invitation to go out to a club and have some "fun", whatever that meant. Not that Felin was any stranger to having fun, but she strongly suspected that Jelex's idea of fun was to tease some guy into putting his hand down her shorts. Felin rather enjoyed being more subtle, on the whole, but the elf had been insistent, and so they had gone off to a lively but not overly noisy bar, for which Felin was grateful, since she wouldn't have stayed for very long if the noise level had been intolerable. And at first, the sound of giggling had been enjoyable; there was in particular a group of four males, all neko-jin, who seemed to focus on clustering around one girl, flattering and teasing her, getting her a drink, and then giving her a succession of pokes and tickles, laughing with her about it, and then moving on.
Since that time, however, they had only gotten bolder, setting up shop on the empty stage in one corner, and after they had pulled a long bench up onto stage, one of them delivered the challenge: to find a girl that wasn't totally reduced to a giggling helpless mess when she got tickled. The implication of that had been enough to make Felin's brow twitch with irritation, but when Jelex nearly leaped from her seat to be the first volunteer, Felin wished she could make herself invisible. Of all the people whom Felin might have wanted to defend the integrity of the female sex against these jocks, Jelex was near to the bottom on her list. It wasn't that Felin was a man-hating rabid feminist; she just disliked the notion that she, or any female, couldn't be every bit as good, if not better, than a man in a straight-up competition. So when Jelex let herself be led up on stage and let one of the males hold her arms above her head while the other two sat on her thighs and ankles, the final one holding a stack of cards and a microphone, Felin knew that there was disaster incoming.
It started innocently enough. The cat-boys' fingers just very gently teased on Jelex's upper body, tickling at her soles rather softly, and Jelex for her part didn't turn into a banshee from the first tease. She even managed to answer the first question correctly, about how many ribs there were in the body. Even as suspicious as she was of the whole thing, even Felin had to smile to herself; they had picked probably the one area of questioning that Jelex actually knew something about to ask. But it didn't last. Asked if sodium chloride was poisonous, Jelex said yes, and there were quiet snickers from the bar's patrons, and the boys tickled her a little harder. Guffawing, Jelex flubbed the next question regarding the meaning of the abbreviation RAM, and suddenly started to shriek as they tickled under her arms, the one holding her wrists pinning them beneath his legs and then adding his own fingers to her upper body while the other shifted to her sides, and of course the other was tracing his fingers on her feet all over.
The next question came, but neither Jelex nor anyone else was able to hear it by now, though many of the bar's patrons were laughing and clapping as Jelex was visibly reduced to a quivering mess of goo from the boys tickling her, who were of course highly amused. As a penalty for not being able to hear the question, she was tickled for two minutes straight, at the end of which her howls of laughter filled the bar to the point that conversation was practically impossible, before finally letting her go to the sound of applause. Jelex stumbled back to the table she was sharing with Felin, a goofy grin on her face, and watched with amusement as a shy, mousy girl was herded up onto the stage by her giggling friends, who assured the neko-jin holding the microphone that she was unbearably ticklish, and the girl was gently laid onto the bench face down, her arms stretched in front of her, legs bent back at the knee to put her feet in the air, and the boys held her with the strength of their arms rather than sitting on her. It didn't improve Felin's mood much how she started to squeak and beg as soon as they teased her feet.
"Lighten up," Jelex said, giving Felin a light punch to the shoulder. "Hell, volunteer to go next. You'd probably smoke their questions and make them all look stupid." Felin only responded with a noncommittal grunt and continued to watch the proceedings. They were far gentler with the mouse girl than they had been with Jelex, but only because she'd started to squeal ticklishly as soon as she missed the first question and was a quivering mass within a minute and a half of tickling. They teased her a little and sent her back to her friends, and Felin viewed the whole event rather more darkly. Then she sighed as a busty human girl volunteered herself next. She was put on her side, arms behind her back, and tickled all up and down her torso as her hair splayed wildly all over the bench when she squirmed and shook her head, though Felin's hopes were temporarily raised when she answered two questions correctly... and then dissolved into a scream of laughter as one of them apparently found a weak spot on her ribs. All of them virtually abandoned the 'quiz game' to tickle the weak spot relentlessly, and by the time the announcer thought to ask a question, she was in no shape to answer - leading to two more minutes of ticklish torment and a fuming Felin, who was irritated at the cheating and decided to do something about it.
As that girl went to sit, Felin stood, and though she was a fair bit shorter than the one with the quiz cards and the microphone, she looked directly at him and said with an acidic smile, "Sure, I'll play along, but only if you actually follow your own rules this time, okay?" Then she was put in the same position Jelex had been, feeling the strong arms and bodies of the three cat-boys pin her solidly into place and stretch her out... Just as she was getting herself comfortable, easily conditioning herself to their rather gentle tickling, one whispered into her ear:
"And what if we don't?" Felin's eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly at the tone of voice, and then she realized how the three of them were looking at her.
"You wouldn't dare - " she said, realizing their question had been masked by the noise of the announcer. "Two to the tenth power," she said loudly enough to be heard, in response to the question of how to express 1,024 as a binary power. Then she had to let off a little steam with a giggle as claws crept slowly into her sensitive underarms. "You wouldn't..."
"Are you going to stop us?" one of them asked, not leering but teasing, and Felin suddenly realized what she had gotten herself into; no amount of answering questions would physically weaken their hold on her... The claws teased around the circumference of her underarm, others exploring on her feet... "Let's find your weak spot and see how smart you really are, kitten. You're a smart girl, so a little tickling shouldn't bother you... right?" Despite herself Felin shivered. It was difficult enough to fight off the tickling sensations while at the same time fighting the rising sense of indignation and the inexplicable feeling right behind that of excitement. She knew that their touches and teases were largely sensual - it was no surprise to her that they were looking to touch and tease and hopefully take a few girls back with them, and it was a war between her body, which wanted to be excited, and her mind, which was fuming... "I'm sure you can explain it away with science and just ignore it and focus on..."
"Eight," Felin called loudly, both to be heard and to cut off the one who'd been whispering in her ear. "The atomic number for oxygen is eight." Science. How had they known - Shit. What did Jelex tell them? If they told her to get her friend up here next she probably would've bragged about how smart I was and they were just waiting for me to give in and... "The closest star to the Earth is Proxima Centauri." The crowd oohed in admiration. The tickling hadn't picked up yet, just light tickling around her underarms and ribs. She had to giggle again, and it was frustrating to realize that while she was holding her own, it just seemed to amuse them that she kept coming up with the right answers. Just waiting for me to fail...
"Better yet," the one teased, "why don't you tell us where your weak spot is? Then we can just have fun and you won't have to tire yourself out thinking of all these answers... we'll just tickle you for two minutes and then you can go back to watching." Felin's only answer was a glare, but she had to bite her lip when he tickled her ribs, nearer to her breasts. "You can even think of it as a challenge, see how many questions you can answer while we all tickle your weak spot..." Felin kept her lips figuratively sealed on that issue. She knew better than to try not to laugh at all, and so giggled when she felt the urge, but it kept her sane enough to talk when necessary. Besides that, unless they were going to be so bold as to try stripping her right here, they wouldn't find her weak spot, which was right below her breasts and on the nipples themselves. She took some solace in that fact.
Felin raised her voice to answer another question. It was bad that she was getting distracted by all of this byplay and teasing. She had to stay focused and give them no excuse to tickle harder. It was probably even true that they were teasing her to distract her from the questioning... The one holding her wrists tired of being left out and joined in, stroking his fingers ever so slowly from her elbows down her biceps and then into her underarms, while the one astride her waist tickled her ribs gently. That made her laugh a little more, and she heard some chuckles of amusement as her next answer was shot through with giggling. Felin was slowly feeling more confident, until... Wait a moment... how many questions are there? It occurred to her, in a sudden flash of dread, that they hadn't specified a question limit, just a "contest" to see how long she could last while being tickled... and as her next answer was evidently broken up with more laughter, Felin knew that might not be too much longer.
"Let's tickle the smarts out of her. No matter how smart she is, all we have to do is keep tickling and we'll eventually get her to miss one." They chuckled softly at that, and Felin struggled slightly with indignation, but it was no good. She was lithe and flexible, but not strong. "It's kind of like tickling the smart girl to get all the answers for a test without studying. Smart girls always tell you all the answers when you tickle." Felin wanted to hammer her fists on something, preferably the face of one of her ticklers. She ruthlessly kept her mind focused on the next question and despite the fact that she giggled out the answer, so be it. It was still the correct answer.
"It's really kind of funny... like they think they can somehow smart their way out of tickles. Maybe when they convert brainpower to muscle power it'll be different, but right now girls are just ticklish answer sponges. Tickle 'em long enough and everything you want to know comes out." Felin devoutly wished Syia were there just then, although the busty psychic would be giggling too hard to use her power in this position. The tickling still hadn't grown in intensity; regardless of how tenuous it was, they were still playing by the rules, though if they even suspected the existence of a weak spot Felin knew they'd give it up in a heartbeat. Her hips were pretty ticklish, but not the kind of yowl-inducing ticklishness they wanted. She was giggling more or less constantly now as the fingers combed gently through her fur to tickle the flesh beneath, stroking under her arms and up and down her sides, the gentle tickles on her biceps and sides almost sensual... While she was aware of the foot tickling, and her toes wiggled somewhat, it generally wasn't one of Felin's weaker spots unless brushes were employed. Thankfully this group had no way to conjure brushes from thin air.
Felin answered another question. She vaguely recalled the count at being ten, and she was applauded with the latest correct answer. Even better, the one astride her thighs seemed to be growing vaguely frustrated as his fingers wandered around. "You'd think she'd have a hot spot somewhere," he said, focusing on getting in as many different crevices and obscure spots as he could find. Yet, to Felin's great relief, he didn't go any further than the lining of her top, unaware that the ticklish spot he was so desperately searching for was not even an inch beyond it... "She does. She tenses up when you get close to a certain spot, I've been watching. Just try harder." The one astride her thighs frowned. "Certain spot? That doesn't help." Felin realized that they would eventually get lucky - or daring. She had to do something or else...
"Hey," Felin interjected between questions, "how many of these do I have to answer before I win?" The one with the stack of cards shrugged, as if he hadn't considered the possibility before, but then he glanced at a nearby clock and seemed to make a quick calculation.
"Well, if you can go for five more minutes and answer every question, then you win." He gave a glance to his friends, not lost upon Felin, and then asked his next question. Meanwhile, the boys tickling her torso had held a quick whispered conference, and slowly the one holding her hands started to shift his position, scooting to the side gradually but abandoning his tickling so that he could use his hands to hold her. Felin smirked, until she realized what he had done, evidenced by how the one's fingers had started creeping into her top - he had blocked her from view so that his compatriot could explore what had previously been forbidden, and Felin was about to yell to draw attention to it...
Too late. His finger found the soft spot just at the bottom of her breasts, and Felin let out her breath in a loud squeal. Almost immediately the other one, sitting across her ankles, abandoned his position to come and join the feeding frenzy. The blood was in the water now, Felin realized; her other breast was soon being explored by a second pair of hands, and she was just barely able to burble out an answer to the next question. The volume of her laughter increasing didn't go unnoticed, and everyone seemed to lean forward eagerly...
Felin started to howl, as the tickling had finally caused her to misunderstand a question and result in a wrong answer, and then with just that one mistake, they jumped on it and didn't let up. Her top was rolled up just enough to show the weak spot, which they started tickling relentlessly, the two of them. Their fingers teased and swirled and stroked across her breasts, scratching with short quick motions on the weakness, and Felin's laughter rose instantly to a fever pitch; once so stoked, she couldn't calm herself down again, and all of the other places where she'd been able to deal with their light stroking suddenly became unbearable when they teased; her underarms and ribs were prime targets, and once they realized she'd been primed to laugh, the one blocking the view of her chest quickly rolled her top back down, and went back to his original position, freeing up his hands.
Now that they'd gotten her to laugh once, the floodgates had opened, and suddenly the claws stroking against her ribs or tweaking her sides produced unbearable bursts of ticklishness. Felin virtually screamed out the answer to the next question that was put to her, and then howled with laughter. Her legs kicked wildly in the air, heels drumming on the bench, but she couldn't shift the ones holding her torso down at all, and now they had her three ways; one tickling her left side and ribs, another tickling her right, the third tickling under her arms, and all of them teasing against her stomach and neck and hips when they could get away with it. Felin's cool composure had dissolved with the advent of her laughter, and now she struggled wildly against them, using language that rarely escaped her lips and brought a flush to her cheeks when they laughed. "Looks like we were right after all! Girls are just inherently weak to being tickled. I think we ought to go find some company with a female CEO and tickle cushy jobs and benefits right out of her." Felin nearly went berserk, the injustice of this whole rigged setup coupled with their muscle-headed jock attitude grating so harshly against her sensibilities that she tried with every fiber of her being to pull free from the strong grip of her captor, but to no avail. "Hahahaha - maybe you should be trying to boost your stamina and get stronger like your friend. If we hadn't had a room full of girls to tickle, we'd have kept her going for a while..."
Felin didn't answer but instead shrieked an obviously wrong response to the question the announcer had asked, realizing that they couldn't possibly tickle her any harder than they were already doing and she just had to stay in the game until the five minutes were up, not necessarily get the right answers. To be humiliated like this in front of so many people was galling enough that it provided Felin's mind with enough focus to watch him and wait for his mouth to move before answering... but even that was hard to do with the multitude of fingers tickling her sensitive torso. A finger drilled down into her navel and the catgirl yowled, much to the amusement of the others, and then spidered along her waist, making her feet come up into the air and then slam down on the bench, kicking wildly as she tried to twist her torso back and forth, but even that solace was denied her. It was frustrating to look so childish and helpless, and yet Felin had to admit there was a grain of black truth to what they had teased her with: she had no way to get out. Worse, she was exhausting herself with these pointless struggles, a feedback loop of helplessness that just stoked her irritation ever higher while making it even less likely she'd escape...
When it seemed as if she wasn't laughing loudly enough for their tastes, one of them daringly slipped his fingers beneath her top again to get a quick shot at her weakness, which sent her roaring back into laughter, both because the sheer audacity of it had shocked her, and just because she was ticklish. Questions came and went; some she may have even managed to answer correctly, but they had long started tickling her as hard as they dared nonstop with no breaks, so wrong answers didn't actually confer any further penalty. The announcer slowly realized what she was doing, but by the time he thought about it, there wasn't much time left, and she had been getting tickled for almost five minutes straight... so why rock the boat? Her stubborn pride had gotten her tickled full-bore for five minutes instead of the two she'd have dealt with if she had just given in from the start. But he asked his last question, let her scream out her nonsense answer of forty-two, and then announced with great fanfare, "Well, look at that! The kitten wins the game - give her a hand, folks!"
Felin, panting and dazed, only belatedly realized there was applause and that the tickling had stopped... but ominously, they didn't let her go. When the applause had died down, and they still didn't move to release her, Felin demanded somewhat peevishly, "What now? I won the game, didn't I? Can I get up now?"
"I don't know. Can you?" the announcer teased, then laughed. "Oh, but you haven't won just yet. Now it's time for the bonus round..." And then one of his friends feinted, tapping his fingers to her ribs quickly, and laughing at Felin's indignant squeal, all out of proportion to the actual touch. "Just kidding. Yep, you're done. Amazing job." He grinned insolently. For Felin, who was released then and wobbled her way back to her table, it was the last straw.
For the rest of that night, Jelex suffered the tickling claws of Felin, ending up in quite a state herself by the end of the night, though not in anywhere near such a dramatic fashion. However, that wasn't what was really on Felin's mind... "Hey... just a second," Felin said, putting on her best flirty girl's voice as she caught the arm of one of the cat-boys, when he was safely out of range for his friends to help him. "I really think I'd like to go home now." She winked at him, and he looked in the direction of his companions, but Felin put a finger under his chin, turned his head back to face her, shook her head, and then kissed him. "Just you." It was the one who had held her arms, she recalled, responsible for most of the whispered teases in her ear. It was easy enough to lead him back out the door, especially once she beckoned for Jelex to follow. If he wanted to think that he'd impressed them both, let him. Felin couldn't stop herself from grinning as they left together...
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Felin stood over the naked, restrained form of the male neko-jin she'd brought back with her. An impressive specimen, and quite ticklish to boot... "Well, we've finished the normal battery of tests," she said to him. As usual, this battery of 'tests' left the subject in quite a state of giggling and arousal. "But I wanted to run an additional test with you... an intelligence test, to be more precise." The grin on Felin's face was wicked enough to make him quail, as a monitor swung into place above him and flickered to life as her claws gently teased the sensitive spot on his inner thigh.
"Now, the first question..."
