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Okay look... I got sick so I went to bed at 9, right? Was up until 3 coughing, running a fever, and feeling pretty much unsleepable. I don't remember writing half of this and only found the file because I remembered some of the dialogue and went "Now where did I put that..?" It's f/m with a brief m/m and some sexual content (not m/m sexual) You may need to have an understanding of kender to appreciate it if you don't read the Dragonlance Saga so if you need to, go to www.kencyclopedia.com and look under the 'about kender' section.
. "Being a spy is -fun-!" Puck announced to himself as he skipped down the forest path on his way back to his "employer". "Everyone should be a spy, it's terribly exciting."
. Puck was a kender. Small, about 4 foot tall, maybe a few inches over, he was sometimes mistaken for a child. With his pointed ears he was sometimes mistaken for an elf. But with that topknot of hair, numerous pouches clinging to his clothes, hundreds upon hundreds of laugh lines and wrinkles, no one that knew anything of kender could mistake him for anything else. He was thirty three years old, still somewhat young, with a long auburn braid on the top of his head cascading down his back, flopping as he skipped. His bright brown eyes were framed from beneath by dozens of freckles upon his fair, sunburned cheeks and nose. Kender dressed gaudily - they liked nothing better than bright, blinding colors and lots of them. (Well, they like a number of things better, actually, such as dragons and anything involving magic, but you'll rarely find a plainly dressed kender.) Kender are nortorious thieves without even realizing it and they take high offense at being called such, and as they are thieves, they easily slip in and out of even the most unimpregnable fortress thus making ideal spies. Also, stupidly, they are immune to the emotion of fear. They do not fear to die, for it is known as the "next great adventure" among the kender. The more interesting the way to die, the better. Being eaten by dragons are at the top of the Most Interesting list, followed by various magi curses and being thrown in a vat of acid.
. Puck had just finished spying on the Speaker of the Suns for the Qualinesti elves, of course offering him advice on his clothing choice and hair style and getting his little fingers burned by the infamous pendant as kender can't 'spy' persay but they 'overhear' and get themselves involved in conversations wether they were invited or not, but that did not deterr him. Before the archers were altered, the kender was gone, skipping merrily down his pathway, chuckling to himself and singing.
. "Silly elves, they always think they're gonna catch me. Me, Puck, the spy, the most greatest famousest kender in the -- hey--What--!OH!" Busy in stroking his ego twice his size, the distracted Puck soon found himself hanging upsidedown by his ankle, staring into the knees of several elves. The kender smiled to them "Wow! That was fun! Can you let me down so I can do it again before I go? I really have to get back soon. You see, this mage--"
. "Silence, kenderkin," growled an archer, poking him in the forehead with a knocked and drawn arrow. "You are taking information that you were not freely given, and taking it outside our kingdom. Our business is our own and not for the affairs of our neighbors whoever you may be working for."
. "Ow hey that's sharp. Are you going to kill me? Oh would you please? Think you can pin me to that tree with that arrow? I bet it would be a neat way to die, much more interesting than being eaten by a goblin like my uncle Puddlejumper. See he was with this group of humans called the--"
. "Oh for the sake of the Gods, kender, Shut up!" The elves were not very easy-going people, the Qualinesti least of all, and the young elven mage stood off to the side, her hands clapsed together in her long white sleeves, watching the captured kender with some interest. The archer poked him again, "Tell us what information you acquired and we will decide then what to do with you."
. Though kender were not known for following orders, infact it was quite the opposite, Puck knew if he told them what he found out that he would never get that enchanted rock-spitting gargoyle head the mage promised him. He clamped his pink lips together and shook his head firmly, folding his arms across his chest, pushing somewhat irritably down at his vest that kept creeping up to uncover his bare belly. Darned upside-downedness, Puck thought to himself.
. "What might he have taken with him out of the kingdom?" The mage asked.
. "Good idea. Take his pouches, search them."
. "NO! You can't do that--!! Hey! Give'm back! Mine! No!!" Puck snatched franticly for his pouches as they were removed, glowering at the elves beginning to dump out their contents onto the grass.
. "He might have hidden ones," the mage suggested, beginning to feel beneath his vest for any concealed pouches or pockets. Puck snickered, squirming away from her hands, spinning and swinging slightly in the rope. The mage girl smiled. "I find nothing concealed but he keeps moving. Tie him up so I can search properly and I think I know a way to get the information out of him."
. One of the archers lofted a blond brow at her, cut the rope around the kender's ankle and aided his fellows in securing the small creature to the ground. "What do you have in mind, Magi?"
. She smiled softly. Despite their troublemaking she was fond of the funny little creatures that kender were. "They love to laugh, you know. Remove his vest and search the pockets. Secure his hands over his head and his feet out in front of him."
. The archers frowned, muttering to one another, peeling the leather vest from the captive, revealing the kender's small, lean, but muscular chest and arms. Puck was in a flurry of confused questions, trying to discover the meaning of all this. He kicked and wriggled but all it did was aid in removing one of his boots from his small feet. He pouted now, down to a single boot and his bright yellow leggings, wiggling his pudgy pink toes to amuse himself while the elves sorted through -his- stuff. They were separating it into three piles: things that were theirs, things that were possibly the kender's, and things that he shouldn't have for the safety of all living and most of the dead.
. The young Magi crouched beside him, smiling, brushing her fingers against his topknot braid, drawing a nail around the edge of his pointed ear. "Hello, kenderkin, I am Gabriella. What is your name?"
. He smiled. "I'm Puck - that's it, just Puck, someone called me that once and I liked it so I stuck with it. I used to be a Burrfoot, like Tasslehoff, he's my cousin y'know, thrice removed from my uncle's wife's sister's husband's nephew's side. But everyone else was a Burrfoot too and y'know it's just strange to marry someone with the same last name - y'might be related - so I'm Puck now."
. Gabriella smiled, drawing the long nail down his cheek along his neck. Puck scrunched his neck up, a smile flickering on his lips, holding his breath against a giggle as he continued his narrative. "My mum tells me I look just like Tasslehoff, y'know, and it's a great line for girls, except when they're against dating their family since we're -all- related to Tasslehoff and-- and-- heeheehee-- I uhm..I c-ca-- hahahaa..!" He bit his lip, cutting his story short, wiggling as the elf's single fingernail scritched softly at the center of his armpit.
. "That's nice, kenderkin," she cooed softly, adding the same nail of the opposite hand to the other side, scritching both armpits softly now. Puck arched his back, lips pressed hard together, eyes clenched shut, chuckling through his nose, sounding very much like a series of shrill whimpers. "Now be a good little kender and tell me what you heard when you were with the Speaker of the Suns today."
. Puck bit his lips harder, shaking his head franticly back and forth, trying to scrunch up in his bonds to make his arms cover his armpits which the elf began adding the rest of her fingers to, making him squeal without opening his mouth, wrenching hard back and forth, lips curled in a helpless smile against the strain of his teeth holding them in place.
. Gabriella smiled brighter, offering her own sweet feminine giggle as she tickled down his pale-skinned ribs. "Oh come on, Puck, why won't you tell me? I'm a mage y'know."
. Pointed ears twitched, eyes opened and he looked up, releasing his lips from the frantic grasp of his teeth, preparing to speak just as the magi's fingers found a particularly ticklish spot on his tummy. He yelped, beginning to laugh loudly, shrilly, kicking franticly against the ropes holding his feet, body arching and wrenching hard against the ropes, twisting unnaturally as only a kender can. The mage's fingers stayed on his belly as he wriggled and squirmed, shrieking with delighted laughter as all kender did love to laugh for whatever reason. Gabriella kissed his forehead affectionately, tickling down his belly to his thighs, then his knees, tickling kneecaps, or beneath his knees through the tight-fitted leggings, or squeezing his knees again and again so he gasped and wailed hysterically. The mage smiled, tickling down his calves to his ankles, laying both hands on the remaining boot as she waited for him to catch his breath.
. Puck blinked tears out of his eyes, giggling softly, chest heaving desperately as he finally looked back up towards the young elf. He smiled some, giggled again, and announced "That was rather fun, but I really have to go now and -- Gahahahahah!!" He doubled forward, then threw himself back, then forward again, then to the sides, wriggling madly as the elf's nails danced up and down his bare foot, her free hand pulling off the remaining boot, beginning to tickle that small, pink foot as well. Puck shrieked and giggled, jibbering nonsense as he pleaded franticly. He wiggled his feet hard in the ropes, yanking them back, trying to loosen the knots, trying to pull free, but the bonds held him fast and his nimble fingers could do naught but grip the strands of rope as he laughed, his eyes clenched shut, tears of mirth trickling down his reddened cheeks. He pleaded with the elf, shouted to Fizban, shouted to Tasslehoff, shouted to the other elves who did nothing but shake their heads at the mage's behavior.
. Gabriella was taking much delight in extracting information from the little kender despite the fact that she had not yet learned anything. Finally she paused, letting Puck shout and squirm and giggle as he caught his breath. The kender huffed softly, pink tongue lolling out like a dog's, snuffling from his tears. The elven mage smiled, kissed Puck's forehead softly. "Now will you tell me, Puck?"
. "But if I do, he won't give me the enchanted gargoyle thingie..."
"Enchanted gargoyle thingie? That sounds a little too big to carry in those little pouches of yours. Whatever would you do with it?"
. "Well.. I'd.. carry it? It spits rocks at people."
"Wouldn't you rather have something you could take everywhere with you..?"
. "But I wanted the gargoy--"
. "What if I could give you something better?"
. Puck paused, tilted his head slightly. "Better? Like what?"
. Gabriella tickled the sole of his petite foot once more with her long nails, causing Puck to scrunch up his toes and cackle in spite of his attempt to hold a business-like scowl as he had seen Merchants do when making a deal. Hundreds of laugh lines and wrinkles appeared on his otherwise youthful face - kender found facial wrinkles to be the most attractive feature of their bodies and would start Trying to develop them at a young age. He gasped and giggled and wiggled his tiny feet franticly, "Stoppitstoppitstoppit!"
. "You like to laugh, don't you Puck? And you like to make others laugh too, right?"
. He giggled harder as if in answer, eyes squinting shut with mirth, tugging hard at his bonds again, franticly nodding.
. Gabriella smiled. "Well, what if I gave you something that would make everyone laugh, hmm?" Her fingers stilled, moved to his toys, idly wiggling the round, pink little digits.
. Puck wiggled his toes in a somewhat panicked attempt to remove her fingers before the tickling started again. "What do you mean?"
. "You know Tasslehoff had a feather he carried everywhere..."
. "Yeah it was from when Fizban blew up and tur--"
. "Well what if I gave you a magic feather? No matter who you touch with it, wether they're ticklish or not, it tickles them, hmm? Wouldn't you like that better than an old gargoyle head?"
. Puck blinked a bit at the offer. It did sound better.. but it didn't spit rocks at people.. he wondered if goblins were ticklish.. or ogres.. or minotaurs.. oh that would be fun, to moo at the minotaurs and get chased then tickle them senseless.. or the dwarves.. the dwarves were always so.. so.. well they were always trying to tie him up and gag him and see if he really would explode, so they said. "I don't kn-- oh.. no.. nono.. no don't.. not the.. heeheehee.. no.. St-stop! Hahahaheeheeheehahahahaha!" He saw Gabriella's feather nearing his toes where she was holding his big toe captive between her thumb and forefinger and had begun to giggle in anticipation, wiggling the uncaptured toes madly, letting out a peal of laughter as it made a quick pass down his toepad, along the ball of his foot, down his arch, around the heel, and back up. The feather fell back and Puck's giggles subsided for a moment, trying to recollect his thoughts. "F-feather? A magic feather? Can it be purple? Can you make it so I never lose it? Can I watch you enchant it and everything? I bet that's neat. Do you use a lot of bat poop in your spells like the other mages?"
. Gabriella chuckled, twirling the feather in her hand.. "Perhaps.. if you're a good little kender and you tell me what you heard."
. "Oh so we're back at -that- again, are we?" he harumphed.
. She smiled, quite patiently, and began steaking pieces of wood into the ground on either side of his ankle, angled so they criss-crossed over his ankle. She began tying string around each toe and pulling back, looping it around the cross-over of the wood, pulling them taunt and stretching his foot so he could no longer wiggle it. She left the other free for the time being, waving the feather tendrils over the very tips of his captured toes, letting him test just how perilous the situation was becoming. Puck giggled from the feather caressing his toes, trying vainly to pull them down from the rope, his eyes beginning to widen in understanding. "I.. I uh... But.. I..." The feather began it's path again, down his toepad, across the ball, down the arch...
. Puck wailed, shrieked even, alerting the elven archers so that they knocked their arrows and were seeking the banshee before the kender's voice could lower pitch enough to emit laughter. The archers were murmuring irritably, slowly relaxing their bowstrings and putting the arrows away in the quivers. "Magi, do you plan on continuing this for very long?"
. Gabriella was quite daintily dusting the kender's foot, watching his cheeks redden, then moisten as the tears spilled from his large brown eyes and his head tossed from side to side, braid whipping about, free foot wiggling madly to make up for the immobility of the other. "Oh I don't know, Tarlan, one of you stay with me if the rest of you wish to return."
. Tarlan nodded to his fellows as they took the things they had acquired that they were certain did not belong to the kender and returned to the Qualinesti border. Tarlan sat beside the kender, legs folded with an ankle beneath either thigh, elbows resting on his knees, palms holding his hairless chin, fingers drumming on his cheeks. "Is he saying anything?"
. "He's laughing a lot."
. "So I see."
. "I think he's darling, don't you? I'm tempted to shrink him and keep him as my own little doll."
. "Let's not do that. It's bad enough to have a regular sized kender running about."
. "Well you know if you helped we might have the information in half the time."
. "Helped...?"
. Gabriella smiled, Puck gasped and jibbered franticly through his laughter, shaking his head No. The elven mage nudged the archer with her shoulder, running the feather back and forth along the stems of the kender's tiny toes. "Tickle his sides or his ribs, or his belly. He's absolutely darling, think of him as your little brother."
. Puck wailed out louder, cackling miserably, and if anyone had been able to understand his half-formed words, which they didn't, would have heard "No not your little brother no more tickles!"
. The archer grumbled a bit, but smirked some, chuckling. "Well if it's -my- little brother, then I have to go right here..." Long, slender elven fingers sought out behind the kender's pointed ears. Puck yowled miserably, tossing his head from side to side, wriggling desperately. Puck's sensative, pointed ears were especially prone to ticklishness both inside and out. Nimble, agile elven fingers kept tickling his ears despite where and how he moved his head.
. Puck began to gasp more than giggle, silently laughing, hoarse and strained, no longer able to articulate his mirth, tears cascading down his cheeks and neck and bare, muscular chest. He whimpered meekly, the only sound he could make at that point, shaking his head weakly. Gabriella relented, as did Tarlan, and Puck sobbed for a moment, gasping and gulping the air he sorely needed, resting limply against the tree. Gabriella's eyes traveled down his small, muscular form, pausing on a bulge in his leggings at which she blushed and looked away for a moment. "You know, Tarnan, you never hear of kender sexuality unless they're in the middle of birth and then it's only an astonished announcement of 'I don't have any idea how this happened'. It's rather amusing if you think of it."
. Tarnan also saw the bulge, looked to Gabriella. "What are you getting at?"
. She smiled. "You may want to go over to the stream and close your ears."
. Fair elven cheeks flushed darkly and the archer hastily scrambled away into the trees. Puck was shivering from fatigue of his laughter and straining, not tired enough to sleep but trembling with fatigue and adrenaline. "I.. I.. I'll t-take the feather instead of the gargoyle..."
. "You first have to tell me what you know, Puck."
. He sighed, hanging his head. "Can I have a minute?"
. Gabriella pulled his leggings down so they remained above his knees but exposed his erected sexuality. Puck's cheeks darkened, eyeing her hands warily now. Gabriella ran the feather between her fingers pensively. "No, Puck, I need to know now what you heard."
. "But.. but I.. I can't.."
. The mage set the feather aside, seeking through her pouches for the herbal salve she made, pulling the small glass jar forth and lathering her fingers thickly in the oily mixture, making them slick. She took hold of him, stroking up the length of the kender, then down again. It was large for kender standards, but the elf was at least twice as tall as the kender, her hands long and thin, wrapped her fingers completely around him without her palm touching as she pulled up, slid down, up again. Puck gasped, writhing, thighs stiffening, tightening, quivering as he began to pant, cheeks reddening, back arching as he gave a few soft grunts and a meek moan, trailing off into a whimper. "Oh please... Gods... "
. "Ready to talk yet, sweet Puck?"
. He bit his lip, drew a hissing breath in through his teeth, then released it in a soft moan, wriggling his hips in an attempt to draw away from the mage's hand. "I.. I..."
. Her hand danced down the immobalized foot's arch as her fingers slid up and down a little more quickly, eliciting a confused concoction of groans, whimpers and giggles from the kender. He whimpered, beginning to thrust his hips towards her hand, giving a shrill, meek plea with each upward movement of his pelvis, gasping sharply as he pulled back, giggling now and again when her nails grazed and teased his pink little foot. His free foot kicked and wiggled as his hips and her hand moved more quickly against one another. Pucked shivered, whimpered loudly, "Oh Gods.. please.. I can't ta...ta.." he gasped, stiffening, his cheeks bright red, eyes almost glazed, unfocused as he came, his body shaking, spasming for a moment before stiffening again, sighing slowly as he relaxed, slumping against the tree behind him, his eyelids drooping as his head swam. He felt Gabriella cupping his head in her hands, untying him to hold him in her lap. Puck gave a final little shiver as he relaxed in her arms. "All right.. I'll tell you.."
.
.
. Puck stared awkwardly at his feet, fumbling with the enchanted purple feather, uncertain what was to be done at this point as he had never heard of such a thing happening before. "Well, ah, thank you."
. Gabriella knealt down, cupping the kender's chin in her fingers. "You could stay, you know. You could test out your feather before you go." The mage glanced around, then leaned close and whispered "Maybe even on the Speaker of the Suns, hmm?"
. Puck gazed up at her, bewildered. "You... want me to stay here? With you?"
. The mage smiled, nodded, and kissed him softly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace, picking him up. "Come on, Puck, you must be awful tired, let's go nap a while then I'll let you look around my laboratory.."
. The kender sighed blissfully against her shoulder, smiling as she carried him off, and impishly tucked the feather down the back of the mage's robe. She gave a squeal, a giggle, and wriggled as she walked, trying not to draw attention until she reached her home, at which point it was more Puck's laughter than Gabriella's that anyone heard...
. "Being a spy is -fun-!" Puck announced to himself as he skipped down the forest path on his way back to his "employer". "Everyone should be a spy, it's terribly exciting."
. Puck was a kender. Small, about 4 foot tall, maybe a few inches over, he was sometimes mistaken for a child. With his pointed ears he was sometimes mistaken for an elf. But with that topknot of hair, numerous pouches clinging to his clothes, hundreds upon hundreds of laugh lines and wrinkles, no one that knew anything of kender could mistake him for anything else. He was thirty three years old, still somewhat young, with a long auburn braid on the top of his head cascading down his back, flopping as he skipped. His bright brown eyes were framed from beneath by dozens of freckles upon his fair, sunburned cheeks and nose. Kender dressed gaudily - they liked nothing better than bright, blinding colors and lots of them. (Well, they like a number of things better, actually, such as dragons and anything involving magic, but you'll rarely find a plainly dressed kender.) Kender are nortorious thieves without even realizing it and they take high offense at being called such, and as they are thieves, they easily slip in and out of even the most unimpregnable fortress thus making ideal spies. Also, stupidly, they are immune to the emotion of fear. They do not fear to die, for it is known as the "next great adventure" among the kender. The more interesting the way to die, the better. Being eaten by dragons are at the top of the Most Interesting list, followed by various magi curses and being thrown in a vat of acid.
. Puck had just finished spying on the Speaker of the Suns for the Qualinesti elves, of course offering him advice on his clothing choice and hair style and getting his little fingers burned by the infamous pendant as kender can't 'spy' persay but they 'overhear' and get themselves involved in conversations wether they were invited or not, but that did not deterr him. Before the archers were altered, the kender was gone, skipping merrily down his pathway, chuckling to himself and singing.
. "Silly elves, they always think they're gonna catch me. Me, Puck, the spy, the most greatest famousest kender in the -- hey--What--!OH!" Busy in stroking his ego twice his size, the distracted Puck soon found himself hanging upsidedown by his ankle, staring into the knees of several elves. The kender smiled to them "Wow! That was fun! Can you let me down so I can do it again before I go? I really have to get back soon. You see, this mage--"
. "Silence, kenderkin," growled an archer, poking him in the forehead with a knocked and drawn arrow. "You are taking information that you were not freely given, and taking it outside our kingdom. Our business is our own and not for the affairs of our neighbors whoever you may be working for."
. "Ow hey that's sharp. Are you going to kill me? Oh would you please? Think you can pin me to that tree with that arrow? I bet it would be a neat way to die, much more interesting than being eaten by a goblin like my uncle Puddlejumper. See he was with this group of humans called the--"
. "Oh for the sake of the Gods, kender, Shut up!" The elves were not very easy-going people, the Qualinesti least of all, and the young elven mage stood off to the side, her hands clapsed together in her long white sleeves, watching the captured kender with some interest. The archer poked him again, "Tell us what information you acquired and we will decide then what to do with you."
. Though kender were not known for following orders, infact it was quite the opposite, Puck knew if he told them what he found out that he would never get that enchanted rock-spitting gargoyle head the mage promised him. He clamped his pink lips together and shook his head firmly, folding his arms across his chest, pushing somewhat irritably down at his vest that kept creeping up to uncover his bare belly. Darned upside-downedness, Puck thought to himself.
. "What might he have taken with him out of the kingdom?" The mage asked.
. "Good idea. Take his pouches, search them."
. "NO! You can't do that--!! Hey! Give'm back! Mine! No!!" Puck snatched franticly for his pouches as they were removed, glowering at the elves beginning to dump out their contents onto the grass.
. "He might have hidden ones," the mage suggested, beginning to feel beneath his vest for any concealed pouches or pockets. Puck snickered, squirming away from her hands, spinning and swinging slightly in the rope. The mage girl smiled. "I find nothing concealed but he keeps moving. Tie him up so I can search properly and I think I know a way to get the information out of him."
. One of the archers lofted a blond brow at her, cut the rope around the kender's ankle and aided his fellows in securing the small creature to the ground. "What do you have in mind, Magi?"
. She smiled softly. Despite their troublemaking she was fond of the funny little creatures that kender were. "They love to laugh, you know. Remove his vest and search the pockets. Secure his hands over his head and his feet out in front of him."
. The archers frowned, muttering to one another, peeling the leather vest from the captive, revealing the kender's small, lean, but muscular chest and arms. Puck was in a flurry of confused questions, trying to discover the meaning of all this. He kicked and wriggled but all it did was aid in removing one of his boots from his small feet. He pouted now, down to a single boot and his bright yellow leggings, wiggling his pudgy pink toes to amuse himself while the elves sorted through -his- stuff. They were separating it into three piles: things that were theirs, things that were possibly the kender's, and things that he shouldn't have for the safety of all living and most of the dead.
. The young Magi crouched beside him, smiling, brushing her fingers against his topknot braid, drawing a nail around the edge of his pointed ear. "Hello, kenderkin, I am Gabriella. What is your name?"
. He smiled. "I'm Puck - that's it, just Puck, someone called me that once and I liked it so I stuck with it. I used to be a Burrfoot, like Tasslehoff, he's my cousin y'know, thrice removed from my uncle's wife's sister's husband's nephew's side. But everyone else was a Burrfoot too and y'know it's just strange to marry someone with the same last name - y'might be related - so I'm Puck now."
. Gabriella smiled, drawing the long nail down his cheek along his neck. Puck scrunched his neck up, a smile flickering on his lips, holding his breath against a giggle as he continued his narrative. "My mum tells me I look just like Tasslehoff, y'know, and it's a great line for girls, except when they're against dating their family since we're -all- related to Tasslehoff and-- and-- heeheehee-- I uhm..I c-ca-- hahahaa..!" He bit his lip, cutting his story short, wiggling as the elf's single fingernail scritched softly at the center of his armpit.
. "That's nice, kenderkin," she cooed softly, adding the same nail of the opposite hand to the other side, scritching both armpits softly now. Puck arched his back, lips pressed hard together, eyes clenched shut, chuckling through his nose, sounding very much like a series of shrill whimpers. "Now be a good little kender and tell me what you heard when you were with the Speaker of the Suns today."
. Puck bit his lips harder, shaking his head franticly back and forth, trying to scrunch up in his bonds to make his arms cover his armpits which the elf began adding the rest of her fingers to, making him squeal without opening his mouth, wrenching hard back and forth, lips curled in a helpless smile against the strain of his teeth holding them in place.
. Gabriella smiled brighter, offering her own sweet feminine giggle as she tickled down his pale-skinned ribs. "Oh come on, Puck, why won't you tell me? I'm a mage y'know."
. Pointed ears twitched, eyes opened and he looked up, releasing his lips from the frantic grasp of his teeth, preparing to speak just as the magi's fingers found a particularly ticklish spot on his tummy. He yelped, beginning to laugh loudly, shrilly, kicking franticly against the ropes holding his feet, body arching and wrenching hard against the ropes, twisting unnaturally as only a kender can. The mage's fingers stayed on his belly as he wriggled and squirmed, shrieking with delighted laughter as all kender did love to laugh for whatever reason. Gabriella kissed his forehead affectionately, tickling down his belly to his thighs, then his knees, tickling kneecaps, or beneath his knees through the tight-fitted leggings, or squeezing his knees again and again so he gasped and wailed hysterically. The mage smiled, tickling down his calves to his ankles, laying both hands on the remaining boot as she waited for him to catch his breath.
. Puck blinked tears out of his eyes, giggling softly, chest heaving desperately as he finally looked back up towards the young elf. He smiled some, giggled again, and announced "That was rather fun, but I really have to go now and -- Gahahahahah!!" He doubled forward, then threw himself back, then forward again, then to the sides, wriggling madly as the elf's nails danced up and down his bare foot, her free hand pulling off the remaining boot, beginning to tickle that small, pink foot as well. Puck shrieked and giggled, jibbering nonsense as he pleaded franticly. He wiggled his feet hard in the ropes, yanking them back, trying to loosen the knots, trying to pull free, but the bonds held him fast and his nimble fingers could do naught but grip the strands of rope as he laughed, his eyes clenched shut, tears of mirth trickling down his reddened cheeks. He pleaded with the elf, shouted to Fizban, shouted to Tasslehoff, shouted to the other elves who did nothing but shake their heads at the mage's behavior.
. Gabriella was taking much delight in extracting information from the little kender despite the fact that she had not yet learned anything. Finally she paused, letting Puck shout and squirm and giggle as he caught his breath. The kender huffed softly, pink tongue lolling out like a dog's, snuffling from his tears. The elven mage smiled, kissed Puck's forehead softly. "Now will you tell me, Puck?"
. "But if I do, he won't give me the enchanted gargoyle thingie..."
"Enchanted gargoyle thingie? That sounds a little too big to carry in those little pouches of yours. Whatever would you do with it?"
. "Well.. I'd.. carry it? It spits rocks at people."
"Wouldn't you rather have something you could take everywhere with you..?"
. "But I wanted the gargoy--"
. "What if I could give you something better?"
. Puck paused, tilted his head slightly. "Better? Like what?"
. Gabriella tickled the sole of his petite foot once more with her long nails, causing Puck to scrunch up his toes and cackle in spite of his attempt to hold a business-like scowl as he had seen Merchants do when making a deal. Hundreds of laugh lines and wrinkles appeared on his otherwise youthful face - kender found facial wrinkles to be the most attractive feature of their bodies and would start Trying to develop them at a young age. He gasped and giggled and wiggled his tiny feet franticly, "Stoppitstoppitstoppit!"
. "You like to laugh, don't you Puck? And you like to make others laugh too, right?"
. He giggled harder as if in answer, eyes squinting shut with mirth, tugging hard at his bonds again, franticly nodding.
. Gabriella smiled. "Well, what if I gave you something that would make everyone laugh, hmm?" Her fingers stilled, moved to his toys, idly wiggling the round, pink little digits.
. Puck wiggled his toes in a somewhat panicked attempt to remove her fingers before the tickling started again. "What do you mean?"
. "You know Tasslehoff had a feather he carried everywhere..."
. "Yeah it was from when Fizban blew up and tur--"
. "Well what if I gave you a magic feather? No matter who you touch with it, wether they're ticklish or not, it tickles them, hmm? Wouldn't you like that better than an old gargoyle head?"
. Puck blinked a bit at the offer. It did sound better.. but it didn't spit rocks at people.. he wondered if goblins were ticklish.. or ogres.. or minotaurs.. oh that would be fun, to moo at the minotaurs and get chased then tickle them senseless.. or the dwarves.. the dwarves were always so.. so.. well they were always trying to tie him up and gag him and see if he really would explode, so they said. "I don't kn-- oh.. no.. nono.. no don't.. not the.. heeheehee.. no.. St-stop! Hahahaheeheeheehahahahaha!" He saw Gabriella's feather nearing his toes where she was holding his big toe captive between her thumb and forefinger and had begun to giggle in anticipation, wiggling the uncaptured toes madly, letting out a peal of laughter as it made a quick pass down his toepad, along the ball of his foot, down his arch, around the heel, and back up. The feather fell back and Puck's giggles subsided for a moment, trying to recollect his thoughts. "F-feather? A magic feather? Can it be purple? Can you make it so I never lose it? Can I watch you enchant it and everything? I bet that's neat. Do you use a lot of bat poop in your spells like the other mages?"
. Gabriella chuckled, twirling the feather in her hand.. "Perhaps.. if you're a good little kender and you tell me what you heard."
. "Oh so we're back at -that- again, are we?" he harumphed.
. She smiled, quite patiently, and began steaking pieces of wood into the ground on either side of his ankle, angled so they criss-crossed over his ankle. She began tying string around each toe and pulling back, looping it around the cross-over of the wood, pulling them taunt and stretching his foot so he could no longer wiggle it. She left the other free for the time being, waving the feather tendrils over the very tips of his captured toes, letting him test just how perilous the situation was becoming. Puck giggled from the feather caressing his toes, trying vainly to pull them down from the rope, his eyes beginning to widen in understanding. "I.. I uh... But.. I..." The feather began it's path again, down his toepad, across the ball, down the arch...
. Puck wailed, shrieked even, alerting the elven archers so that they knocked their arrows and were seeking the banshee before the kender's voice could lower pitch enough to emit laughter. The archers were murmuring irritably, slowly relaxing their bowstrings and putting the arrows away in the quivers. "Magi, do you plan on continuing this for very long?"
. Gabriella was quite daintily dusting the kender's foot, watching his cheeks redden, then moisten as the tears spilled from his large brown eyes and his head tossed from side to side, braid whipping about, free foot wiggling madly to make up for the immobility of the other. "Oh I don't know, Tarlan, one of you stay with me if the rest of you wish to return."
. Tarlan nodded to his fellows as they took the things they had acquired that they were certain did not belong to the kender and returned to the Qualinesti border. Tarlan sat beside the kender, legs folded with an ankle beneath either thigh, elbows resting on his knees, palms holding his hairless chin, fingers drumming on his cheeks. "Is he saying anything?"
. "He's laughing a lot."
. "So I see."
. "I think he's darling, don't you? I'm tempted to shrink him and keep him as my own little doll."
. "Let's not do that. It's bad enough to have a regular sized kender running about."
. "Well you know if you helped we might have the information in half the time."
. "Helped...?"
. Gabriella smiled, Puck gasped and jibbered franticly through his laughter, shaking his head No. The elven mage nudged the archer with her shoulder, running the feather back and forth along the stems of the kender's tiny toes. "Tickle his sides or his ribs, or his belly. He's absolutely darling, think of him as your little brother."
. Puck wailed out louder, cackling miserably, and if anyone had been able to understand his half-formed words, which they didn't, would have heard "No not your little brother no more tickles!"
. The archer grumbled a bit, but smirked some, chuckling. "Well if it's -my- little brother, then I have to go right here..." Long, slender elven fingers sought out behind the kender's pointed ears. Puck yowled miserably, tossing his head from side to side, wriggling desperately. Puck's sensative, pointed ears were especially prone to ticklishness both inside and out. Nimble, agile elven fingers kept tickling his ears despite where and how he moved his head.
. Puck began to gasp more than giggle, silently laughing, hoarse and strained, no longer able to articulate his mirth, tears cascading down his cheeks and neck and bare, muscular chest. He whimpered meekly, the only sound he could make at that point, shaking his head weakly. Gabriella relented, as did Tarlan, and Puck sobbed for a moment, gasping and gulping the air he sorely needed, resting limply against the tree. Gabriella's eyes traveled down his small, muscular form, pausing on a bulge in his leggings at which she blushed and looked away for a moment. "You know, Tarnan, you never hear of kender sexuality unless they're in the middle of birth and then it's only an astonished announcement of 'I don't have any idea how this happened'. It's rather amusing if you think of it."
. Tarnan also saw the bulge, looked to Gabriella. "What are you getting at?"
. She smiled. "You may want to go over to the stream and close your ears."
. Fair elven cheeks flushed darkly and the archer hastily scrambled away into the trees. Puck was shivering from fatigue of his laughter and straining, not tired enough to sleep but trembling with fatigue and adrenaline. "I.. I.. I'll t-take the feather instead of the gargoyle..."
. "You first have to tell me what you know, Puck."
. He sighed, hanging his head. "Can I have a minute?"
. Gabriella pulled his leggings down so they remained above his knees but exposed his erected sexuality. Puck's cheeks darkened, eyeing her hands warily now. Gabriella ran the feather between her fingers pensively. "No, Puck, I need to know now what you heard."
. "But.. but I.. I can't.."
. The mage set the feather aside, seeking through her pouches for the herbal salve she made, pulling the small glass jar forth and lathering her fingers thickly in the oily mixture, making them slick. She took hold of him, stroking up the length of the kender, then down again. It was large for kender standards, but the elf was at least twice as tall as the kender, her hands long and thin, wrapped her fingers completely around him without her palm touching as she pulled up, slid down, up again. Puck gasped, writhing, thighs stiffening, tightening, quivering as he began to pant, cheeks reddening, back arching as he gave a few soft grunts and a meek moan, trailing off into a whimper. "Oh please... Gods... "
. "Ready to talk yet, sweet Puck?"
. He bit his lip, drew a hissing breath in through his teeth, then released it in a soft moan, wriggling his hips in an attempt to draw away from the mage's hand. "I.. I..."
. Her hand danced down the immobalized foot's arch as her fingers slid up and down a little more quickly, eliciting a confused concoction of groans, whimpers and giggles from the kender. He whimpered, beginning to thrust his hips towards her hand, giving a shrill, meek plea with each upward movement of his pelvis, gasping sharply as he pulled back, giggling now and again when her nails grazed and teased his pink little foot. His free foot kicked and wiggled as his hips and her hand moved more quickly against one another. Pucked shivered, whimpered loudly, "Oh Gods.. please.. I can't ta...ta.." he gasped, stiffening, his cheeks bright red, eyes almost glazed, unfocused as he came, his body shaking, spasming for a moment before stiffening again, sighing slowly as he relaxed, slumping against the tree behind him, his eyelids drooping as his head swam. He felt Gabriella cupping his head in her hands, untying him to hold him in her lap. Puck gave a final little shiver as he relaxed in her arms. "All right.. I'll tell you.."
.
.
. Puck stared awkwardly at his feet, fumbling with the enchanted purple feather, uncertain what was to be done at this point as he had never heard of such a thing happening before. "Well, ah, thank you."
. Gabriella knealt down, cupping the kender's chin in her fingers. "You could stay, you know. You could test out your feather before you go." The mage glanced around, then leaned close and whispered "Maybe even on the Speaker of the Suns, hmm?"
. Puck gazed up at her, bewildered. "You... want me to stay here? With you?"
. The mage smiled, nodded, and kissed him softly on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her embrace, picking him up. "Come on, Puck, you must be awful tired, let's go nap a while then I'll let you look around my laboratory.."
. The kender sighed blissfully against her shoulder, smiling as she carried him off, and impishly tucked the feather down the back of the mage's robe. She gave a squeal, a giggle, and wriggled as she walked, trying not to draw attention until she reached her home, at which point it was more Puck's laughter than Gabriella's that anyone heard...
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