TheDeathEcchi
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I thought a great deal about what to post as my first story on here, then realized; I do both soft and intense types of stories. Why should I only rely on one? So this first one will be just the first cutesy one, with a more intense one to follow. This story was a commission for a friend a ways back, and it was one I had a pretty damn good time with. May you all enjoy~
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My quaint little hamlet was nothing short of idyllic. It was far from the castle, with miles of road and forest between, and while it didn’t have the hustle and bustle of the larger villages or the castle towns, it made up for it in peace, solitude, and warm hospitality. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, with just the right things one needed to live a comfortable life.
One such place for me was the library. I loved reading, true, but there was another key reason I frequented it every single day. And that reason smiled at me at the sound of the door’s jingling bell.
“Back so soon, Zee?” she greeted, giving a small wave.
Allison, the town librarian. Mid-forties, but apart from the delicate streaks of gray in her black hair and the smattering of wrinkles, you’d never guess. She was tall and willowy, and moved with a mesmerizing, catlike grace. She stepped out from behind her desk, her trademark emerald green dress swishing against her long legs. “You couldn’t have finished the last book I lent out to you already. Or are you just here to see me?”
I laughed nervously; she certainly wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like she needed to know that. I have no doubt she’d tease me into the ground over having a crush on her, especially considering there was a twenty year age difference between us. “I’m a fast reader, what can I say? And you always give such good recommendations.”
Allison tittered, tugging the shawl around her head. I’d never seen her without that shawl; I wonder if she went to bed with it on? “Well, let me see if I can find you something to keep your interest a bit longer. Besides me, of course.”
I laughed again, high and squeaky, as she walked off. In the back of my head, I felt she had to know, even a little. But I had to keep quiet. We had an enduring friendship, and I didn’t want to complicate things with my unrequited romance.
I waited a few moments, enjoying the sounds of the early morning. Birdsong, rustling leaves, there was even a bard not too far away, singing the praises of some hero doing some heroic thing in some faraway place.
‘She’s taking an awfully long time…’ I thought. ‘I wonder if she’s okay…’ I lightly shook my head; what was I so worried about? Nothing happened in this town, and Allison was as capable as she was beautiful.
…Still, it wouldn’t hurt to stretch my legs a bit. And if I found Allison on the way, then so be it. Just a happy coincidence.
I walked off to where I last saw Allison, looking around for her. It wasn’t a large library, there weren’t that many places she could disappear to. I checked all the aisles, but couldn’t find hide nor hair of her. It was so odd.
Then I heard something. A melodious sound, full of whimsy and delight, like a chorus of sirens. I followed the sound to a dusty bookcase tucked away in the far corner of the library. At least, I thought it was a bookcase. All the times I’d been here, I never took a close look at it. It wasn’t a bookcase at all, but a door with books painted on. And the door was ajar, that maple-sweet sound coming from within.
“What on earth…” I whispered to myself. I wanted to investigate further, maybe it would provide a clue to Allison’s sudden disappearance. Though, curiosity killed the cat, as they said.
‘But satisfaction brought it back.’
Pulling the door out, I stepped inside. It opened up to a short stone hallway that led to another room, and what I saw had my jaw on the floor.
Allison was inside, safe and sound. But not like I’d ever seen her before. She was splayed out on a plush, pink carpet, bathing in the glow of the early morning sun from a single large window set into the room. Her shawl was undone, exposing two black, tufted cat ears that were twitching this way and that. Her dress was hiked up, exposing a pair of powder blue, lacy panties. From beneath her, a long black tail was skittering across her outstretched bare feet, her long toes curling. And from her open mouth flowed that glorious sound; her euphoric laughter.
“By the gods…” I spoke, a little too loudly.
Allison’s face turned towards the doorway, and her reaction was immediate as she took notice of me. She screamed in shock, face bright red as she pulled down her dress, curling her tail back up beneath it as she scrambled to her feet. She grabbed her shawl, hastily tying it over her head. A cat ear was still visible, twitching erratically as she smiled awkwardly. “C-Can I help you with something, dear?”
I stared. She stared. The silence was palpable.
“You’re a catwoman.” I finally said. “You’re…a catwoman…and what were you doing just now?”
Allison blinked, her smile quivering and her eyes becoming misty. “I’m…not sure w-what you’re talking about.”
Was I dreaming? Or hexed by a wayward mage? No, everything I’d seen and heard was real. Allison was just trying her best to save face. But she could only plead denial so long, right?
“Allison, I heard you. I saw you. I saw your ears and your tail. And I saw you t…tickling yourself.”
There was a moment of silence before Allison clasped her hands together and fell to her knees, looking up at me with tear-streaked eyes. “Please!” she wailed. “Please, you can’t tell anyone! No…no one can know! I’ve kept this secret for years! Catfolk aren’t seen favorably in much of the land, I was just trying to keep a low profile and-and-and the tickling is just stress relief! It helps me calm down, I like it, I like the feeling on my feet and please don’t hate me or think I’m weird!”
She held her face in her hands and sobbed, kinda theatrically, really. If she was faking it for sympathy, she was better than any performer I’d seen.
Slowly, carefully, I knelt down next to her. “Um…it’s okay, really. I don’t think you’re weird.”
Allison pulled her face out of her hands and I had to stifle a laugh. Her eyes, wet with tears, looked comically larger than normal. “R-Really?”
“I don’t have a problem with catfolk, and I doubt anyone else would around here, either. Schoen up the hill? He has a goblin wife, and no one gives either of them any grief.”
Allison blinked and wiped her tears away. “Oh, right…that’s true.”
“And you’re one of the nicest people in the village. Human, catfolk, orc, apsara, whatever, none of that stops you from being you.”
A smile spread across her face as she pulled her hair back. “I see all that reading has served you well. You’re fantastic with words.”
“I try to be.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, both pointedly ignoring the elephant in the room. Until I decided to break it. Curiosity and all that.
“So…about the tickling?” I ventured, glancing at her.
Immediately, Allison’s face turned red again, and she covered her face. Less out of fear and shame, more of just genuine embarrassment. “Like, I said, it’s a relief sort of thing. I just…like being tickled.”
My heart was hammering in my chest as I listened, and a question formed that twenty minutes ago I wouldn’t have dared ask. “Allison…how about I try tickling you?”
“E-Eh!?”
I shared in her surprise, but pressed on. “I mean…how much relief can you get from just your tail?”
Allison, returning more to her old self, smirked at me. “Are you…flirting with me, Zee?”
I laughed. “Am I? It doesn’t feel like it. More like taking advantage of you in a moment of weakness.”
Letting out an amorous purr, she draped her arms around me. “Now…who said I was weak?”
It happened before either of us really knew what we were doing. We leaned forward at the same time, our lips pressing against each other as we fell onto the carpet. The lingering taste of milk and berries danced on my tongue as we kissed, and just as we started, she pulled away, her smile coquettish and playful.
Slowly, Allison pulled herself up, guiding me along with her until we were both upright. She put her feet into my lap and said only two words:
“Be gentle.”
I took her feet into my hands, marveling at how soft they were. Butter-like, without a trace of callouses. And smooth as silk, a far cry from what I imagined a librarian’s feet to be like. I pressed a finger to her sole, gently dragging it down.
“EEEEEK!” Allison practically yanked her foot back, her face turning bright pink. “Oh my gods, that…that was a shock!”
“It’s different than with your tail, isn’t it?” I asked.
She nodded, urging me on with a wink and a smile.
Bolder now, I skittered two fingers across her sole, her squeals echoing in my ears as they slowly became earnest, musical laughter. She pulled her shawl down, gripping it tight as she wiggled her feet.
“Feeling that relief you were talking about?” I asked, rapidly moving my hand back and forth across her feet.
“Y-Yeheheheeeeees! Ack! Not there, not the tohohohoooooes!”
I never knew she could get so squirmy. She was shaking about in my grip as I tickled her, and I noticed her dress was hiking up again, giving me another show of her lacy undergarments. I decided to up the ante.
I pinned her ankles between my legs and used both my hands, one for each foot. Allison screamed in glee as I tickled her, her tail springing out and wagging so fast it was a blur.
“Iyaaaah! Yohohohou little deviiiiiiil! Th-Thahahat—AHAHAHA!!—that t-tihihickles so muuuuuch!”
“It’s not my fault you’ve got such sensitive skin, Ally.” I took a risk with the nickname. Just when it seemed like she was about to retort, she burst into laugh-shrieks that would’ve surely caused anyone nearby to take pause.
Tears, of mirth this time, flowed down Allison’s face, her hands gripping the carpet like she’d fly off if she didn’t hold on. Her legs spasmed and her cheeks reddened as laughter overtook her, her good-natured pleas for mercy dissolving into high-pitched, barely-telligble squeals.
“Z-ZEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE! Y-YOU’RE—EEEEHAHAHAHA!—YOU’RE S-S-SOHOHOOOO MEEEEAAAAAN! OHOHOHOHOO! NOT TH-THE TOES, YOU WIHIHICKED BOY!”
I blew a kiss at her. “You protest so much, but I know you love this.” Her tail moved to caress under my chin, earning a squeak from me. “Oh, that’s gonna cost you…”
Gripping her ankles tightly, brought her feet out from my legs, brought them towards my face, and began nibbling her feet, right at the balls of her feet.
Allison’s mouth opened in a silent scream before her laughter erupted, shifting between a husky rasp. I smiled and went for her toes, and what happened next nearly floored me.
She arched her back, her tail falling down with a soft thump as a long, loud moan escaped her. My cheeks turned red as I took in the sight of her sweaty, flushed-pink body, the soppy smile on her face…and the prominent damp spot on her panties.
◄●►
I strode into the library, ignoring the “closed” sign—it wasn’t for me, anyway. It was empty. As I expected it to be. I made a beeline for the far back corner, where a door styled like a dusty bookcase awaited. It was locked, but that was fine; I had a key.
I made my way in, locking the door behind me, heading down the short corridor. As I approached the circular room, I could make out a familiar, welcome sight. A woman splayed out on a pink carpet, bathing in the early morning sun, tufted cat ears twitching at the sound of my footsteps, a long black tail wagging in eagerness, and a woman flashing me a beautiful smile as she wiggled her bare, waiting feet.
“Back so soon, Zee?”
[END]
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My quaint little hamlet was nothing short of idyllic. It was far from the castle, with miles of road and forest between, and while it didn’t have the hustle and bustle of the larger villages or the castle towns, it made up for it in peace, solitude, and warm hospitality. It was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, with just the right things one needed to live a comfortable life.
One such place for me was the library. I loved reading, true, but there was another key reason I frequented it every single day. And that reason smiled at me at the sound of the door’s jingling bell.
“Back so soon, Zee?” she greeted, giving a small wave.
Allison, the town librarian. Mid-forties, but apart from the delicate streaks of gray in her black hair and the smattering of wrinkles, you’d never guess. She was tall and willowy, and moved with a mesmerizing, catlike grace. She stepped out from behind her desk, her trademark emerald green dress swishing against her long legs. “You couldn’t have finished the last book I lent out to you already. Or are you just here to see me?”
I laughed nervously; she certainly wasn’t wrong, but it’s not like she needed to know that. I have no doubt she’d tease me into the ground over having a crush on her, especially considering there was a twenty year age difference between us. “I’m a fast reader, what can I say? And you always give such good recommendations.”
Allison tittered, tugging the shawl around her head. I’d never seen her without that shawl; I wonder if she went to bed with it on? “Well, let me see if I can find you something to keep your interest a bit longer. Besides me, of course.”
I laughed again, high and squeaky, as she walked off. In the back of my head, I felt she had to know, even a little. But I had to keep quiet. We had an enduring friendship, and I didn’t want to complicate things with my unrequited romance.
I waited a few moments, enjoying the sounds of the early morning. Birdsong, rustling leaves, there was even a bard not too far away, singing the praises of some hero doing some heroic thing in some faraway place.
‘She’s taking an awfully long time…’ I thought. ‘I wonder if she’s okay…’ I lightly shook my head; what was I so worried about? Nothing happened in this town, and Allison was as capable as she was beautiful.
…Still, it wouldn’t hurt to stretch my legs a bit. And if I found Allison on the way, then so be it. Just a happy coincidence.
I walked off to where I last saw Allison, looking around for her. It wasn’t a large library, there weren’t that many places she could disappear to. I checked all the aisles, but couldn’t find hide nor hair of her. It was so odd.
Then I heard something. A melodious sound, full of whimsy and delight, like a chorus of sirens. I followed the sound to a dusty bookcase tucked away in the far corner of the library. At least, I thought it was a bookcase. All the times I’d been here, I never took a close look at it. It wasn’t a bookcase at all, but a door with books painted on. And the door was ajar, that maple-sweet sound coming from within.
“What on earth…” I whispered to myself. I wanted to investigate further, maybe it would provide a clue to Allison’s sudden disappearance. Though, curiosity killed the cat, as they said.
‘But satisfaction brought it back.’
Pulling the door out, I stepped inside. It opened up to a short stone hallway that led to another room, and what I saw had my jaw on the floor.
Allison was inside, safe and sound. But not like I’d ever seen her before. She was splayed out on a plush, pink carpet, bathing in the glow of the early morning sun from a single large window set into the room. Her shawl was undone, exposing two black, tufted cat ears that were twitching this way and that. Her dress was hiked up, exposing a pair of powder blue, lacy panties. From beneath her, a long black tail was skittering across her outstretched bare feet, her long toes curling. And from her open mouth flowed that glorious sound; her euphoric laughter.
“By the gods…” I spoke, a little too loudly.
Allison’s face turned towards the doorway, and her reaction was immediate as she took notice of me. She screamed in shock, face bright red as she pulled down her dress, curling her tail back up beneath it as she scrambled to her feet. She grabbed her shawl, hastily tying it over her head. A cat ear was still visible, twitching erratically as she smiled awkwardly. “C-Can I help you with something, dear?”
I stared. She stared. The silence was palpable.
“You’re a catwoman.” I finally said. “You’re…a catwoman…and what were you doing just now?”
Allison blinked, her smile quivering and her eyes becoming misty. “I’m…not sure w-what you’re talking about.”
Was I dreaming? Or hexed by a wayward mage? No, everything I’d seen and heard was real. Allison was just trying her best to save face. But she could only plead denial so long, right?
“Allison, I heard you. I saw you. I saw your ears and your tail. And I saw you t…tickling yourself.”
There was a moment of silence before Allison clasped her hands together and fell to her knees, looking up at me with tear-streaked eyes. “Please!” she wailed. “Please, you can’t tell anyone! No…no one can know! I’ve kept this secret for years! Catfolk aren’t seen favorably in much of the land, I was just trying to keep a low profile and-and-and the tickling is just stress relief! It helps me calm down, I like it, I like the feeling on my feet and please don’t hate me or think I’m weird!”
She held her face in her hands and sobbed, kinda theatrically, really. If she was faking it for sympathy, she was better than any performer I’d seen.
Slowly, carefully, I knelt down next to her. “Um…it’s okay, really. I don’t think you’re weird.”
Allison pulled her face out of her hands and I had to stifle a laugh. Her eyes, wet with tears, looked comically larger than normal. “R-Really?”
“I don’t have a problem with catfolk, and I doubt anyone else would around here, either. Schoen up the hill? He has a goblin wife, and no one gives either of them any grief.”
Allison blinked and wiped her tears away. “Oh, right…that’s true.”
“And you’re one of the nicest people in the village. Human, catfolk, orc, apsara, whatever, none of that stops you from being you.”
A smile spread across her face as she pulled her hair back. “I see all that reading has served you well. You’re fantastic with words.”
“I try to be.”
We fell into a comfortable silence, both pointedly ignoring the elephant in the room. Until I decided to break it. Curiosity and all that.
“So…about the tickling?” I ventured, glancing at her.
Immediately, Allison’s face turned red again, and she covered her face. Less out of fear and shame, more of just genuine embarrassment. “Like, I said, it’s a relief sort of thing. I just…like being tickled.”
My heart was hammering in my chest as I listened, and a question formed that twenty minutes ago I wouldn’t have dared ask. “Allison…how about I try tickling you?”
“E-Eh!?”
I shared in her surprise, but pressed on. “I mean…how much relief can you get from just your tail?”
Allison, returning more to her old self, smirked at me. “Are you…flirting with me, Zee?”
I laughed. “Am I? It doesn’t feel like it. More like taking advantage of you in a moment of weakness.”
Letting out an amorous purr, she draped her arms around me. “Now…who said I was weak?”
It happened before either of us really knew what we were doing. We leaned forward at the same time, our lips pressing against each other as we fell onto the carpet. The lingering taste of milk and berries danced on my tongue as we kissed, and just as we started, she pulled away, her smile coquettish and playful.
Slowly, Allison pulled herself up, guiding me along with her until we were both upright. She put her feet into my lap and said only two words:
“Be gentle.”
I took her feet into my hands, marveling at how soft they were. Butter-like, without a trace of callouses. And smooth as silk, a far cry from what I imagined a librarian’s feet to be like. I pressed a finger to her sole, gently dragging it down.
“EEEEEK!” Allison practically yanked her foot back, her face turning bright pink. “Oh my gods, that…that was a shock!”
“It’s different than with your tail, isn’t it?” I asked.
She nodded, urging me on with a wink and a smile.
Bolder now, I skittered two fingers across her sole, her squeals echoing in my ears as they slowly became earnest, musical laughter. She pulled her shawl down, gripping it tight as she wiggled her feet.
“Feeling that relief you were talking about?” I asked, rapidly moving my hand back and forth across her feet.
“Y-Yeheheheeeeees! Ack! Not there, not the tohohohoooooes!”
I never knew she could get so squirmy. She was shaking about in my grip as I tickled her, and I noticed her dress was hiking up again, giving me another show of her lacy undergarments. I decided to up the ante.
I pinned her ankles between my legs and used both my hands, one for each foot. Allison screamed in glee as I tickled her, her tail springing out and wagging so fast it was a blur.
“Iyaaaah! Yohohohou little deviiiiiiil! Th-Thahahat—AHAHAHA!!—that t-tihihickles so muuuuuch!”
“It’s not my fault you’ve got such sensitive skin, Ally.” I took a risk with the nickname. Just when it seemed like she was about to retort, she burst into laugh-shrieks that would’ve surely caused anyone nearby to take pause.
Tears, of mirth this time, flowed down Allison’s face, her hands gripping the carpet like she’d fly off if she didn’t hold on. Her legs spasmed and her cheeks reddened as laughter overtook her, her good-natured pleas for mercy dissolving into high-pitched, barely-telligble squeals.
“Z-ZEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEE! Y-YOU’RE—EEEEHAHAHAHA!—YOU’RE S-S-SOHOHOOOO MEEEEAAAAAN! OHOHOHOHOO! NOT TH-THE TOES, YOU WIHIHICKED BOY!”
I blew a kiss at her. “You protest so much, but I know you love this.” Her tail moved to caress under my chin, earning a squeak from me. “Oh, that’s gonna cost you…”
Gripping her ankles tightly, brought her feet out from my legs, brought them towards my face, and began nibbling her feet, right at the balls of her feet.
Allison’s mouth opened in a silent scream before her laughter erupted, shifting between a husky rasp. I smiled and went for her toes, and what happened next nearly floored me.
She arched her back, her tail falling down with a soft thump as a long, loud moan escaped her. My cheeks turned red as I took in the sight of her sweaty, flushed-pink body, the soppy smile on her face…and the prominent damp spot on her panties.
◄●►
I strode into the library, ignoring the “closed” sign—it wasn’t for me, anyway. It was empty. As I expected it to be. I made a beeline for the far back corner, where a door styled like a dusty bookcase awaited. It was locked, but that was fine; I had a key.
I made my way in, locking the door behind me, heading down the short corridor. As I approached the circular room, I could make out a familiar, welcome sight. A woman splayed out on a pink carpet, bathing in the early morning sun, tufted cat ears twitching at the sound of my footsteps, a long black tail wagging in eagerness, and a woman flashing me a beautiful smile as she wiggled her bare, waiting feet.
“Back so soon, Zee?”
[END]
