FreakyFieryFeline
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In a house on the outskirts of town, a couple of women live together. Faye, a fairy, and Simone, a chef. On a particularly lazy afternoon, Simone is trying to full-combo an exceptionally difficult song in Guitar Hero to upload to her YouTube channel that day. Faye is feeling frisky and decides to mess with her.
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It was half-past three in the afternoon when Faye finally left her room. She’d started a new play through of Pokemon Crystal the night prior and was up into the wee hours of the morning resetting her free egg at Goldenrod to get a Smoochum for her Jinx-only run. Now, after sleeping half the day away, she came out of her cave, tired, hungry, and a little frisky.
“Simone?” She called out, taking a pit stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and look at her tangled mane of hair. Sticking out in every direction like a curtain of fire, she almost made an effort to fix it, but her girlfriend’s voice calling back made her heart skip a beat and her pulse quicken.
“In here, babe!”
A shiver raced down her spine, all the way to the tips of her toes and the fluffy end of her tail. Forget tired and hungry, the mere sound of Simone’s voice settled the debate: she was feeling frisky. Very, very frisky.
With a pep in her step, she scampered from the bathroom, down the hall to the living room, where the delightful sound of mechanical clicking and light squeaking made her ears perk up.
The first thing she noticed was the television, its extra-wide surface displaying a colorful display of exploding Skittles and a polygonal, blue-haired woman flinging a guitar around her head instead of playing it.
The second, far more important thing, she noticed, was her girlfriend seated on the couch. Plastic guitar in hand, her slender fingers moved with masterful dexterity, moving to match the patterns of colors dancing across the TV. Her tongue poked from the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed behind her glasses in fierce determination.
“Hey, Faye!” Though she didn’t look back, her expression softened, lips curling into a smile. “So nice of you to finally join me, sleepy head.”
Even after all the years they’d been together, the teasing lilt in her voice drove Faye bonkers, twisting her tummy into knocks and causing her to blush and giggle. Walking up to the back of the couch, she draped her arms around Simone’s neck and nuzzled her cheek.
“If you missed me, you could have woken me up.”
“I did miss you.” Simone turned away to plant a split-second kiss on her lips before returning to her game. “But, I also know just how grumpy you get when you’re tired, so I didn’t want to wake you.The last thing I need today is a fight with the Furious Flaming Feline.”
Faye resumed nuzzling her cheek. “I’m never grumpy. And I’d never fight you.”
“Oh, you try, babe. You just lose every time.”
“Well, maybe I like to lose? Did you ever think of that, huh?”
“You definitely like to lose.” Simone grinned and Faye giggled. “In fact, I think losing might be your favorite part of a fight.”
With grace that belied her figure, Faye slipped over the back of the couch, plopping gently into the space beside Simone. She snuck into the space beneath her arm, laying her cheek on Simone’s thigh and fell into a trance: watching the Skittles pop, listening to the click-clack of the controllers keys. Her tail flicking back and forth, she stretched her legs out and released a long, delighted sigh.
“What’cha doing?”
“Trying to get an upload for tonight. I realized I never FC’d The Devil Went Down to Georgia, so that should be good for at least a few clicks.”
“Ooh, I remember this one. It’s super hard, right?” She couldn’t help but grin and beam when Simone hummed back a simple “Mmhm.”
Her girlfriend — and Faye was proud to declare this to anyone and everyone who would listen, and even those who wouldn’t — was an exceptional Guitar Hero player. No, more than exceptional, she was frighteningly good and remarkably consistent. Since starting her YouTube channel two years ago, she hadn’t once missed a weekly upload. Watching her wage a one-woman war against an infinite army of Skittles had become one of the fairy’s favorite things in life. Were it any other day, she’d have gladly sat by and watched for hours and hours.
Today was different.
Today she felt frisky. Very, very, very frisky.
“Sorry, babe, I’m in the zone right now.”
“Oh…” Faye’s content smile shifted ever-so-slightly, sharpening to a more playful expression. She looked down at her hand, extended one claw, and began to spider-walk her fingers across the couch, slowly closing in on Simone’s bouncing thigh. “I guess that’s okay. But…you have had all day to get in the zone.”
“It’s a hard song.” Simone huffed, her tongue poking out of her mouth once more. “And besides, since someone slept most of the day, I had to take care of vacuuming and doing the dishes someone said they’d do last night.”
A flush painted Faye’s cheeks, but the accusation did nothing to slow her finger march.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to, Faye. Just let me finish this and we’ll—” Simone’s lips clamped down into a firm line. Her leg stopped bouncing, feet planted firmly on the floor. An electric tingle raced up her leg, something sharp drawing figure-eights along the silken material of her nylon glad thigh. “F-Faye…I’m t-trying to concentrate.” She hissed out through clenched teeth.
“Mmhmm…” Faye’s impish smile grew wider. The fabric felt so smooth, the soft buzz of her claw grazing its surface delighted her perked ears. She shifted her weight just enough to further pin down Simone’s leg. “But, it’s just soooo hard, and you’ve been trying for soooo long…maybe you should take a break?”
Simone clenched her toes and sat upright when Faye’s claw dipped into the inside of her thigh, coming up to the hem of her stockings. She teased that spot with short, slow scratches, then raced back down her thigh. Up and down, there and back again.
“I just…need one more run…” She flinched, hearing a plink on the screen. Fumbling for the pause button, she furiously restarted the song. “Faye…I’m warning you…”
But her warning may as well have been an invitation. Faye rolled onto her tummy, kicking her legs as she added a second finger to the torment of Simone’s trembling thigh. “Are you?” She asked with a teasing giggle. “C’mon, Simone. We both know you’ll get it. You’re the most amazing, dedicated, talented player ever. You just need to take a quick—little—break—with me.”
Another plink.
Sweat broke out on Simone’s brow, and she fell back against the couch, bringing one hand up to cover her mouth and smother the giggles threatening to fall free. The soft, velvet scratching, always finding its way between her thighs, brushing right up against the bulge in her panties; the cooing words of affirmation, words she knew Faye meant with every fiber of her being.
Either would have been enough to get her worked up. The two of them in tandem had her hard as a rock in seconds. Something that Faye noticed, licking her lips.
“Oooh, look who’s coming out to play? Little Simone wants to take a break, why not let her?” Another claw added; another wall broke down. Simone was starting to quiver and giggle, two of Faye’s favorite things. “Tiiiickle, tickle, tickle. Mommy’s had such a busy day, why not let your good little kitty make you feel all better?”
The fairy’s tail flipped around. Its fluffy tip brushed against the tops of Simone’s feet, earning her a high-pitched squeak and a free flow of giggles.
“I r-reheheheally n-n-need! I really neheheheed tohohoho fehehehenish this!” Simone smothered an unflattering snort beneath her hand and tried to squirm away.
Faye was having none of it. She wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s tiny waist and held onto her as she finally added the rest of her claws to teasing her thigh. Scritching and scratching close enough for her fingers to brush against her bulge.
“You can finish it later! You need a break, and I need some tiiiiickle, tickle, tickles!”
With a surge of strength, Simone squealed and curled herself into a ball, rolling onto her side to avoid the worse of Faye’s teasing touch. She shook her head, panting through lingering giggles.
“Just one more! Just one more run! Plehehehease!” When no answer, and no more tickles, came, she turned to look at the frisky fairy. Her cheeks burned and her loins ached at the sight of her.
Her green eyes gleamed, reflecting the mischief in her little smile. Curled up like a cat ready to pounce, her full-round bottom raised, tail flicking like a metronome. It was a look she’d seen countless times before. She knew exactly what it was the fairy wanted. So when she simply shrugged and laid down with a cheerful, “Okay!” Simone couldn’t help but feel deflated.
Still, she wasn’t one to let the unexpected get between herself and success, so she picked up her controller, started up the song again, and locked-in once more. So locked-in, in fact, that she didn’t notice Faye slide off the couch to lie next to her feet.
Faye giggled and kicked her legs, staring at the slender little feet in front of her. Whenever Simone was concentrating, she had a tendency to bounce her legs, digging her toes into the ground, but lifting her heels in a way that left her soles exposed. If she were a good girlfriend, she’d be content to simply admire the gentle curve of her arch, or the perfect roundness of her heels, accentuated by the dark slickness of her nylons.
But the teasing from before had just been an appetizer. And the sight of Simone’s cute little cock, peeking out from beneath her skirt, had been the seasoning that left her starving for a full meal.
Just as the tic-tac battering click-clacks reached their most intense, she dug her claws into the soft, supple flesh of the ball of Simone’s foot, then raked them up to the heel.
A scream of laughter; a plink on the screen.
“That is IT!”
The fiery tone she’d been longing to hear. Faye yelped as her ankles were snatched by a pair of shockingly powerful hands. She offered only a token resistance as they were pinned between her girlfriend’s knees.
“Wait! I’m soooo sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!” She cried out in feigned distress, barely able to hide the excitement in her voice.
“You have been a very naughty kitty.” Simone’s low, stern voice — exasperated, but exhilarated — silenced Faye’s protests to mere whimpering. “Since you simply cannot behave yourself…Mommy’s going to have to punish these big, soft, sensitive feet.”
Every word stoked the fire in the pit of Faye’s core. Her back arched, her tail flicked and her toes curled. “NO! Please not that, Mommy! Please not my feet! Anywhere but my feet! I’ll be good! I promise! Just please don’t tickle my feet!”
If she weren’t already harder than steel, hearing Faye’s playful, poorly acted cries of desperation had Simone on the verge of release already. She looked down at the enormous feet between her thighs: wide, with light-colored soles that stood out against the rest of her tanned skin, pudgy toes that curled, wiggled, and flexed as if inviting her to taste them, round, meaty heels tender enough to make her mouth water, and soft, deep arches that may as well have had “Tickle Here” tattooed across them.
Suddenly she felt silly for insisting on finishing her game when she could have been enjoying the most beautiful, most ticklish pair of feet on the planet. The thought alone made her moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna tickle your feet.”
“NO! Please don’t!”
“I’m gonna tickle your toes, tickle your heels…and then I’m gonna tickle your arches. And there is nothing you can do but lay there and be a good little girl.” Simone licked her lips. Her fingers trembled with excitement as they closed in.
Faye’s toes curled, wrinkling her soles.
“Please not my feet, Mommy! I’m too ticklish! I’m sooooo ticklish! Anything but that!”
“Aw, but that’s what great, big feet are made for. They’re just too soft and too tender to ignore. Here it comes! I’m gonna tickle, tickle, tickle your big, flappy feet! Coochie, coochie, coo!” Before her fingers even touched down, Faye was already squirming and giggling. When they finally grazed her heels, she arched her back and shrieked before collapsing to the floor in a peel of unfettered, hysterical giggles.
“EEK! Hehehehe! NO! NO PLEHEHEHEHEASE! Not there, not there, NOHOHOT THERE!”
Synonyms for soft failed to convey just how heavenly Faye’s fairy soles felt beneath her fingertips. She hadn’t been just teasing when she said they were made to be tickled: they really were made to be tickled. As the Fairy of Laughter, every inch of Faye had been crafted from a dream to be delightfully sensitive, and nowhere more than her big, beautiful feet.
Just a few light scratches on her heels was all it took to reduce her to a squealing wreck. Her feet quivered, toes flexed and curled, flapping to get away, but never straying too far from her girlfriend’s wicked nails. And they were truly wicked fingernails. Maintained daily, sharpened to a perfect point, there was nothing in the world that tickled her more — and they had tried everything under the sun to confirm that claim.
“Mommeeehehehe! I’m sohohohoryeehehehe! It tehehehe! It teheheheckles sohohoho much!”
Faye dug her claws into her hair and buried her face in the carpet. Tears already trickled down her steaming, flushed cheeks, her mouth held open in a perpetual squeal of mirth and ecstasy.
The staccato taps against her heels were like an electric jackhammer, beating down her meager defenses. Gentle rakes from her heels, up to the balls of her feet, and the teasing scritches on the stems of her toes, gathered up the butterflies in her tummy and set them on fire. A rainbow fire that bubbled over into her loins and made her pussy purr and drool.
“Coochie coo! A-coochie, coochie, coo! Who’s Mommy’s good little kitty?”
“Meeehehehehee!”
“That’s right! Mommy’s good kitty with big, ticklish feet! Gitchy, gitchy! I’m gonna get you! Gitchy, goo! Do you like it when Mommy tickles your feet?” Simone dipped her fingers briefly into Faye’s arches, holding them there and scratching with the lightest, softest touch she could muster.
For Faye, it may as well have been a circuit wired straight to the tickle center of her brain. She arched her back and clawed at the floor in a futile attempt to escape. Her toes curled in protest, but all their fighting back did was give Simone juicy wrinkles to sink her fingers into.
“IT’S TOOHOHOHO MAAHAHAHACH! I’M TOOOHOHOHO TEEEHEHEHECKLISH!”
Simone bit her lip, fighting to resist the urgency between her legs. Some part of her really did want to punish Faye for being such a brat, but an even more demanding part couldn’t deny how much fun she was having. Feeling the fairy’s feet stroking and rubbing against her length, her breaths were turning to shallow gasps, a burning need welling up and threatening to spill over.
“Frick it,” she murmured under her breath. With one hand, she picked up the pace, tickling harder and faster to escalate Faye’s laughter even more. The other slipped beneath her skirt, pulling down her panties and freeing her throbbing cock from its silk prison. The kiss of the cool air against her burning loins made her groan.
“Here’s the new game, Kitten. You’re going to use these big, sexy, soft feet to show Mommy how much you love her. Then, if you’re a really good girl and let Mommy finish her work…” Simone slid her cock between Faye’s feet. They instantly wrapped around her, stroking with enthusiasm and years of practice. It took all of her willpower to keep from blowing her load immediately. “Th-then…I’ll take you back to my room—” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. “--tie you to the bed—” Stroke-Stroke. Stroke-Stroke. Stroke-Stroke. “--and tickle your big, squishy feet while I make love to your sweet pussy.”
Faye’s feet came to an abrupt stop. Her entire body shivered, tail and ears standing up straight.
“You promise?” Her voice was a tiny whimper, tinged with excitement. It immediately gave way to frenzied laughter when Simone dug into her arches at full speed.
“I promise. Now, get to work, my good little kitty. Tickle, tickle! Coochie coo!”
Faye didn’t need to be told twice. She wrapped her feet around Simone’s cock and stroked like her life depended on it, all the while bucking and screaming with laughter. Her hands dug into her hair; tears spilled down her cheeks.
Every scratch along her soles was like heaven; every tease of her arches a direct line straight to her gushing core. Grinding her thighs against the floor, stiff, perky nipples rubbing against the carpet, she felt the crashing waves approaching.
“I’M! EEEHEHEHEEHE! TOOOHOHOHO MUCH! I’M GAHAHAHAHA! GONNA CAAAHAHAHAM!” Her urgency fueled her feet, stroking and stroking and stroking. Feeling the pressure building in her lover’s body. The trickling tap of precum spilling onto her soles, giving her the lubrication she desperately needed to push her over the edge, while also allowing her nails to glide more effortlessly across her tender flesh.
You’re doing such a good job…” Simone rocked her hips in rhythm with Faye’s feet. Pumping quicker as she dug in deeper. She was so close; she knew Faye was so close. Just a bit more pressure, right in the center of her arches. “Mommy’s so proud of you!”
Faye buried her face in the carpet and screamed; Simone curled her toes and fell back against the couch, moaning. Together, they rode the crest of their building passionate into the arms of a shared orgasm.
When at last it ended, Simone slumped on the couch, nails still grazing Faye’s trembling soles. At her feet, the fairy squirmed and giggled in breathless glee. She made no more token effort to pull away, shamelessly moving her dripping soles wherever Simone’s tired fingers wandered to ensure they never had a moment’s relief.
“Hehehehe! EEK! Hehehehe!” Faye’s giggles were no less frantic, no more tired. If anything, she’d become even more eager, more ticklish, than she was before, as even the slightest touch made her squeal.
“Mmmm…such a good girl. My good little kitty.”
“EEEP! Hehehehe! Tickle me! Tehehehehckle mehehehehe mohohoore!”
“I will, I promise.” Simone said, still tickling Faye’s feet as she leaned forward. “But, babe, I really do need to get this video made. If we go to the bedroom, you know you’ll keep me there the rest of the night.”
Faye squeaked when Simone began to play with her toes, pinching and wiggling them, scratching their sensitive stems and the space between each one. A trickle of drool ran down her cheek; a trickle of desire ran down her thighs.
“Bahahahaha! Buhuhuhut I’m sooohoho tehehehcklish! I neehehehed it!” She jumped when Simone pulled her closer, her eyes going cross and her body limp with laughter when warm lips wrapped around one of her toes.
Simone worked her way through each of Faye’s toes, sucking and nibbling, licking them until they were glistening. Then, she pulled away and kissed her feet.
“Just let me finish, okay? I promise, I’ll tickle every inch of you while I make love to your sweet pussy all night.”
Finally, Faye relented. She sighed and nodded, but left her feet in Simone’s lap. “Alright…but you have to promise to tie me up real tight.” Her pout curled into a smile, and she looked back over her shoulder. “Can we play the game where you’re the Evil Queen?”
Simone smirked, slipping on her guitar. “You really are frisky today, aren’t you?” Faye nodded, and Simone laughed. “Alright, but I’m going to be extra mean tonight.”
The fairy shivered and laid her head down on her folded arms. “You promise?”
“I promise.” Simon laughed again and started up the song. The notes felt as if they were moving in slow motion, every pattern clear, her fingers dextrous and precise.
From the floor, Faye watched the skittles explode and listened to the rhythmic click-clacking with a content smile.
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It was half-past three in the afternoon when Faye finally left her room. She’d started a new play through of Pokemon Crystal the night prior and was up into the wee hours of the morning resetting her free egg at Goldenrod to get a Smoochum for her Jinx-only run. Now, after sleeping half the day away, she came out of her cave, tired, hungry, and a little frisky.
“Simone?” She called out, taking a pit stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and look at her tangled mane of hair. Sticking out in every direction like a curtain of fire, she almost made an effort to fix it, but her girlfriend’s voice calling back made her heart skip a beat and her pulse quicken.
“In here, babe!”
A shiver raced down her spine, all the way to the tips of her toes and the fluffy end of her tail. Forget tired and hungry, the mere sound of Simone’s voice settled the debate: she was feeling frisky. Very, very frisky.
With a pep in her step, she scampered from the bathroom, down the hall to the living room, where the delightful sound of mechanical clicking and light squeaking made her ears perk up.
The first thing she noticed was the television, its extra-wide surface displaying a colorful display of exploding Skittles and a polygonal, blue-haired woman flinging a guitar around her head instead of playing it.
The second, far more important thing, she noticed, was her girlfriend seated on the couch. Plastic guitar in hand, her slender fingers moved with masterful dexterity, moving to match the patterns of colors dancing across the TV. Her tongue poked from the corner of her lips, eyes narrowed behind her glasses in fierce determination.
“Hey, Faye!” Though she didn’t look back, her expression softened, lips curling into a smile. “So nice of you to finally join me, sleepy head.”
Even after all the years they’d been together, the teasing lilt in her voice drove Faye bonkers, twisting her tummy into knocks and causing her to blush and giggle. Walking up to the back of the couch, she draped her arms around Simone’s neck and nuzzled her cheek.
“If you missed me, you could have woken me up.”
“I did miss you.” Simone turned away to plant a split-second kiss on her lips before returning to her game. “But, I also know just how grumpy you get when you’re tired, so I didn’t want to wake you.The last thing I need today is a fight with the Furious Flaming Feline.”
Faye resumed nuzzling her cheek. “I’m never grumpy. And I’d never fight you.”
“Oh, you try, babe. You just lose every time.”
“Well, maybe I like to lose? Did you ever think of that, huh?”
“You definitely like to lose.” Simone grinned and Faye giggled. “In fact, I think losing might be your favorite part of a fight.”
With grace that belied her figure, Faye slipped over the back of the couch, plopping gently into the space beside Simone. She snuck into the space beneath her arm, laying her cheek on Simone’s thigh and fell into a trance: watching the Skittles pop, listening to the click-clack of the controllers keys. Her tail flicking back and forth, she stretched her legs out and released a long, delighted sigh.
“What’cha doing?”
“Trying to get an upload for tonight. I realized I never FC’d The Devil Went Down to Georgia, so that should be good for at least a few clicks.”
“Ooh, I remember this one. It’s super hard, right?” She couldn’t help but grin and beam when Simone hummed back a simple “Mmhm.”
Her girlfriend — and Faye was proud to declare this to anyone and everyone who would listen, and even those who wouldn’t — was an exceptional Guitar Hero player. No, more than exceptional, she was frighteningly good and remarkably consistent. Since starting her YouTube channel two years ago, she hadn’t once missed a weekly upload. Watching her wage a one-woman war against an infinite army of Skittles had become one of the fairy’s favorite things in life. Were it any other day, she’d have gladly sat by and watched for hours and hours.
Today was different.
Today she felt frisky. Very, very, very frisky.
“Sorry, babe, I’m in the zone right now.”
“Oh…” Faye’s content smile shifted ever-so-slightly, sharpening to a more playful expression. She looked down at her hand, extended one claw, and began to spider-walk her fingers across the couch, slowly closing in on Simone’s bouncing thigh. “I guess that’s okay. But…you have had all day to get in the zone.”
“It’s a hard song.” Simone huffed, her tongue poking out of her mouth once more. “And besides, since someone slept most of the day, I had to take care of vacuuming and doing the dishes someone said they’d do last night.”
A flush painted Faye’s cheeks, but the accusation did nothing to slow her finger march.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”
“You don’t have to, Faye. Just let me finish this and we’ll—” Simone’s lips clamped down into a firm line. Her leg stopped bouncing, feet planted firmly on the floor. An electric tingle raced up her leg, something sharp drawing figure-eights along the silken material of her nylon glad thigh. “F-Faye…I’m t-trying to concentrate.” She hissed out through clenched teeth.
“Mmhmm…” Faye’s impish smile grew wider. The fabric felt so smooth, the soft buzz of her claw grazing its surface delighted her perked ears. She shifted her weight just enough to further pin down Simone’s leg. “But, it’s just soooo hard, and you’ve been trying for soooo long…maybe you should take a break?”
Simone clenched her toes and sat upright when Faye’s claw dipped into the inside of her thigh, coming up to the hem of her stockings. She teased that spot with short, slow scratches, then raced back down her thigh. Up and down, there and back again.
“I just…need one more run…” She flinched, hearing a plink on the screen. Fumbling for the pause button, she furiously restarted the song. “Faye…I’m warning you…”
But her warning may as well have been an invitation. Faye rolled onto her tummy, kicking her legs as she added a second finger to the torment of Simone’s trembling thigh. “Are you?” She asked with a teasing giggle. “C’mon, Simone. We both know you’ll get it. You’re the most amazing, dedicated, talented player ever. You just need to take a quick—little—break—with me.”
Another plink.
Sweat broke out on Simone’s brow, and she fell back against the couch, bringing one hand up to cover her mouth and smother the giggles threatening to fall free. The soft, velvet scratching, always finding its way between her thighs, brushing right up against the bulge in her panties; the cooing words of affirmation, words she knew Faye meant with every fiber of her being.
Either would have been enough to get her worked up. The two of them in tandem had her hard as a rock in seconds. Something that Faye noticed, licking her lips.
“Oooh, look who’s coming out to play? Little Simone wants to take a break, why not let her?” Another claw added; another wall broke down. Simone was starting to quiver and giggle, two of Faye’s favorite things. “Tiiiickle, tickle, tickle. Mommy’s had such a busy day, why not let your good little kitty make you feel all better?”
The fairy’s tail flipped around. Its fluffy tip brushed against the tops of Simone’s feet, earning her a high-pitched squeak and a free flow of giggles.
“I r-reheheheally n-n-need! I really neheheheed tohohoho fehehehenish this!” Simone smothered an unflattering snort beneath her hand and tried to squirm away.
Faye was having none of it. She wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s tiny waist and held onto her as she finally added the rest of her claws to teasing her thigh. Scritching and scratching close enough for her fingers to brush against her bulge.
“You can finish it later! You need a break, and I need some tiiiiickle, tickle, tickles!”
With a surge of strength, Simone squealed and curled herself into a ball, rolling onto her side to avoid the worse of Faye’s teasing touch. She shook her head, panting through lingering giggles.
“Just one more! Just one more run! Plehehehease!” When no answer, and no more tickles, came, she turned to look at the frisky fairy. Her cheeks burned and her loins ached at the sight of her.
Her green eyes gleamed, reflecting the mischief in her little smile. Curled up like a cat ready to pounce, her full-round bottom raised, tail flicking like a metronome. It was a look she’d seen countless times before. She knew exactly what it was the fairy wanted. So when she simply shrugged and laid down with a cheerful, “Okay!” Simone couldn’t help but feel deflated.
Still, she wasn’t one to let the unexpected get between herself and success, so she picked up her controller, started up the song again, and locked-in once more. So locked-in, in fact, that she didn’t notice Faye slide off the couch to lie next to her feet.
Faye giggled and kicked her legs, staring at the slender little feet in front of her. Whenever Simone was concentrating, she had a tendency to bounce her legs, digging her toes into the ground, but lifting her heels in a way that left her soles exposed. If she were a good girlfriend, she’d be content to simply admire the gentle curve of her arch, or the perfect roundness of her heels, accentuated by the dark slickness of her nylons.
But the teasing from before had just been an appetizer. And the sight of Simone’s cute little cock, peeking out from beneath her skirt, had been the seasoning that left her starving for a full meal.
Just as the tic-tac battering click-clacks reached their most intense, she dug her claws into the soft, supple flesh of the ball of Simone’s foot, then raked them up to the heel.
A scream of laughter; a plink on the screen.
“That is IT!”
The fiery tone she’d been longing to hear. Faye yelped as her ankles were snatched by a pair of shockingly powerful hands. She offered only a token resistance as they were pinned between her girlfriend’s knees.
“Wait! I’m soooo sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise!” She cried out in feigned distress, barely able to hide the excitement in her voice.
“You have been a very naughty kitty.” Simone’s low, stern voice — exasperated, but exhilarated — silenced Faye’s protests to mere whimpering. “Since you simply cannot behave yourself…Mommy’s going to have to punish these big, soft, sensitive feet.”
Every word stoked the fire in the pit of Faye’s core. Her back arched, her tail flicked and her toes curled. “NO! Please not that, Mommy! Please not my feet! Anywhere but my feet! I’ll be good! I promise! Just please don’t tickle my feet!”
If she weren’t already harder than steel, hearing Faye’s playful, poorly acted cries of desperation had Simone on the verge of release already. She looked down at the enormous feet between her thighs: wide, with light-colored soles that stood out against the rest of her tanned skin, pudgy toes that curled, wiggled, and flexed as if inviting her to taste them, round, meaty heels tender enough to make her mouth water, and soft, deep arches that may as well have had “Tickle Here” tattooed across them.
Suddenly she felt silly for insisting on finishing her game when she could have been enjoying the most beautiful, most ticklish pair of feet on the planet. The thought alone made her moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna tickle your feet.”
“NO! Please don’t!”
“I’m gonna tickle your toes, tickle your heels…and then I’m gonna tickle your arches. And there is nothing you can do but lay there and be a good little girl.” Simone licked her lips. Her fingers trembled with excitement as they closed in.
Faye’s toes curled, wrinkling her soles.
“Please not my feet, Mommy! I’m too ticklish! I’m sooooo ticklish! Anything but that!”
“Aw, but that’s what great, big feet are made for. They’re just too soft and too tender to ignore. Here it comes! I’m gonna tickle, tickle, tickle your big, flappy feet! Coochie, coochie, coo!” Before her fingers even touched down, Faye was already squirming and giggling. When they finally grazed her heels, she arched her back and shrieked before collapsing to the floor in a peel of unfettered, hysterical giggles.
“EEK! Hehehehe! NO! NO PLEHEHEHEHEASE! Not there, not there, NOHOHOT THERE!”
Synonyms for soft failed to convey just how heavenly Faye’s fairy soles felt beneath her fingertips. She hadn’t been just teasing when she said they were made to be tickled: they really were made to be tickled. As the Fairy of Laughter, every inch of Faye had been crafted from a dream to be delightfully sensitive, and nowhere more than her big, beautiful feet.
Just a few light scratches on her heels was all it took to reduce her to a squealing wreck. Her feet quivered, toes flexed and curled, flapping to get away, but never straying too far from her girlfriend’s wicked nails. And they were truly wicked fingernails. Maintained daily, sharpened to a perfect point, there was nothing in the world that tickled her more — and they had tried everything under the sun to confirm that claim.
“Mommeeehehehe! I’m sohohohoryeehehehe! It tehehehe! It teheheheckles sohohoho much!”
Faye dug her claws into her hair and buried her face in the carpet. Tears already trickled down her steaming, flushed cheeks, her mouth held open in a perpetual squeal of mirth and ecstasy.
The staccato taps against her heels were like an electric jackhammer, beating down her meager defenses. Gentle rakes from her heels, up to the balls of her feet, and the teasing scritches on the stems of her toes, gathered up the butterflies in her tummy and set them on fire. A rainbow fire that bubbled over into her loins and made her pussy purr and drool.
“Coochie coo! A-coochie, coochie, coo! Who’s Mommy’s good little kitty?”
“Meeehehehehee!”
“That’s right! Mommy’s good kitty with big, ticklish feet! Gitchy, gitchy! I’m gonna get you! Gitchy, goo! Do you like it when Mommy tickles your feet?” Simone dipped her fingers briefly into Faye’s arches, holding them there and scratching with the lightest, softest touch she could muster.
For Faye, it may as well have been a circuit wired straight to the tickle center of her brain. She arched her back and clawed at the floor in a futile attempt to escape. Her toes curled in protest, but all their fighting back did was give Simone juicy wrinkles to sink her fingers into.
“IT’S TOOHOHOHO MAAHAHAHACH! I’M TOOOHOHOHO TEEEHEHEHECKLISH!”
Simone bit her lip, fighting to resist the urgency between her legs. Some part of her really did want to punish Faye for being such a brat, but an even more demanding part couldn’t deny how much fun she was having. Feeling the fairy’s feet stroking and rubbing against her length, her breaths were turning to shallow gasps, a burning need welling up and threatening to spill over.
“Frick it,” she murmured under her breath. With one hand, she picked up the pace, tickling harder and faster to escalate Faye’s laughter even more. The other slipped beneath her skirt, pulling down her panties and freeing her throbbing cock from its silk prison. The kiss of the cool air against her burning loins made her groan.
“Here’s the new game, Kitten. You’re going to use these big, sexy, soft feet to show Mommy how much you love her. Then, if you’re a really good girl and let Mommy finish her work…” Simone slid her cock between Faye’s feet. They instantly wrapped around her, stroking with enthusiasm and years of practice. It took all of her willpower to keep from blowing her load immediately. “Th-then…I’ll take you back to my room—” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. “--tie you to the bed—” Stroke-Stroke. Stroke-Stroke. Stroke-Stroke. “--and tickle your big, squishy feet while I make love to your sweet pussy.”
Faye’s feet came to an abrupt stop. Her entire body shivered, tail and ears standing up straight.
“You promise?” Her voice was a tiny whimper, tinged with excitement. It immediately gave way to frenzied laughter when Simone dug into her arches at full speed.
“I promise. Now, get to work, my good little kitty. Tickle, tickle! Coochie coo!”
Faye didn’t need to be told twice. She wrapped her feet around Simone’s cock and stroked like her life depended on it, all the while bucking and screaming with laughter. Her hands dug into her hair; tears spilled down her cheeks.
Every scratch along her soles was like heaven; every tease of her arches a direct line straight to her gushing core. Grinding her thighs against the floor, stiff, perky nipples rubbing against the carpet, she felt the crashing waves approaching.
“I’M! EEEHEHEHEEHE! TOOOHOHOHO MUCH! I’M GAHAHAHAHA! GONNA CAAAHAHAHAM!” Her urgency fueled her feet, stroking and stroking and stroking. Feeling the pressure building in her lover’s body. The trickling tap of precum spilling onto her soles, giving her the lubrication she desperately needed to push her over the edge, while also allowing her nails to glide more effortlessly across her tender flesh.
You’re doing such a good job…” Simone rocked her hips in rhythm with Faye’s feet. Pumping quicker as she dug in deeper. She was so close; she knew Faye was so close. Just a bit more pressure, right in the center of her arches. “Mommy’s so proud of you!”
Faye buried her face in the carpet and screamed; Simone curled her toes and fell back against the couch, moaning. Together, they rode the crest of their building passionate into the arms of a shared orgasm.
When at last it ended, Simone slumped on the couch, nails still grazing Faye’s trembling soles. At her feet, the fairy squirmed and giggled in breathless glee. She made no more token effort to pull away, shamelessly moving her dripping soles wherever Simone’s tired fingers wandered to ensure they never had a moment’s relief.
“Hehehehe! EEK! Hehehehe!” Faye’s giggles were no less frantic, no more tired. If anything, she’d become even more eager, more ticklish, than she was before, as even the slightest touch made her squeal.
“Mmmm…such a good girl. My good little kitty.”
“EEEP! Hehehehe! Tickle me! Tehehehehckle mehehehehe mohohoore!”
“I will, I promise.” Simone said, still tickling Faye’s feet as she leaned forward. “But, babe, I really do need to get this video made. If we go to the bedroom, you know you’ll keep me there the rest of the night.”
Faye squeaked when Simone began to play with her toes, pinching and wiggling them, scratching their sensitive stems and the space between each one. A trickle of drool ran down her cheek; a trickle of desire ran down her thighs.
“Bahahahaha! Buhuhuhut I’m sooohoho tehehehcklish! I neehehehed it!” She jumped when Simone pulled her closer, her eyes going cross and her body limp with laughter when warm lips wrapped around one of her toes.
Simone worked her way through each of Faye’s toes, sucking and nibbling, licking them until they were glistening. Then, she pulled away and kissed her feet.
“Just let me finish, okay? I promise, I’ll tickle every inch of you while I make love to your sweet pussy all night.”
Finally, Faye relented. She sighed and nodded, but left her feet in Simone’s lap. “Alright…but you have to promise to tie me up real tight.” Her pout curled into a smile, and she looked back over her shoulder. “Can we play the game where you’re the Evil Queen?”
Simone smirked, slipping on her guitar. “You really are frisky today, aren’t you?” Faye nodded, and Simone laughed. “Alright, but I’m going to be extra mean tonight.”
The fairy shivered and laid her head down on her folded arms. “You promise?”
“I promise.” Simon laughed again and started up the song. The notes felt as if they were moving in slow motion, every pattern clear, her fingers dextrous and precise.
From the floor, Faye watched the skittles explode and listened to the rhythmic click-clacking with a content smile.
