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The gang heads back to the girls’ house, where they have a friendly little competition to help break the ice. They learn a little more about each other along the way.
F/F | F/M | NB/F | Upperbody Tickling | Nipple Tickling | Verbal Teasing | FemDom | Mommy Kink | Girlcock | Bully Kink | Edging
The pair of cars — a sleek, blue Beetle and a beat up, faded station wagon — pulled up to a little house just outside the suburbs of Sleepy Sandalwood. Into the driveway, the Beetle leading the way, the Truckster following, clanking as it pulled into the gravel, the two came to a stop. The Beetle opened first, Faye bounding out with an excited squeal. She paused next to the Truckster, waving her arms.
“Welcome to our place! Isn’t it great?” She asked, turning to present it to them. It was an old, two-story home with a sturdy foundation and brick siding, a black shingle roof and matching window frames with an elegant, ornate design. Colorful, meticulously maintained flower beds framed the steps to the porch, painted baby blue and housing a pair of wicker rocking chairs that faced the street.
Simone stopped off at the mailbox, popping it open and thumbing through a stack of bills with a heavy sigh. She turned to the others with a grin and nodded toward the house.
“Don’t be shy, come on in.”
“Holy fuck, this is seriously your place?” Cassidy asked, scratching his head. “The fuck do you do for a living? You must be loaded.”
“Nah, it’s nothing like that.” Simone responded with a chuckle. “We inherited the house when my grandma passed. The property taxes would be nasty if we didn’t live so far out of town.”
“That’s right! Out here no one can hear you scream! Mwa ha ha!” Faye paused on the porch to throw her head back in an extra loud cackle. Her voice echoed across the yard, but, true to her claims, there was no one around to mind.
It was a quiet, cozy space far away from Sleepy Sandalwood and even further from Fairy’s Crown. With a big grassy yard, surrounded by tall, verdant trees. The fresh, floral scent in the air was a welcome change from the busy part of the city where the pair lived.
“Don’t mind her. She’s just excited. We don’t get a lot of guests.”
“Not even the Amazong guy now that Simone won’t let me order stuff anymore.”
Simone shook her head. “You can’t be trusted with a credit card.” She poked Faye’s tummy, causing her pout to melt into a girlish giggle. “I’ll buy you the Pokemerch you want, but you’ve gotta get approval after the Snorlax Incident.”
While Simone fiddled with the lock, Kira and Cassidy slowly turned to look at Faye, who had turned red as a tomato.
“The fuck?”
“What’s the Snorlax Incident, Giggles?”
“Oh, don’t you worry. You’ll see.” Simone pushed the door open and threw on the lights. “Shoes off at the door, but c’mon in!” She disappeared inside, with Faye chasing close behind her.
“This is going to be so awesome!” Faye exclaimed, stepping out of her sandals the moment she was inside in an act of feline grace that neither of her companions expected from her. She whipped around, tail whipping back and forth behind her, ears perked straight up. “Let me give you the tour!”
Kiran easily stepped out of their sandals to follow, but Cassidy was left cursing and jumping on one foot, struggling with his double-knotted laces.
“Fuck! I’m coming! Hang the fuck on!” After another fifteen seconds of humiliation, he carefully sat his shoes by the door and pushed it shut behind him. Then, stuffing his hands into his pockets, he fell into step next to Kiran as they followed Faye.
The fairy swung her arms at her sides with a skip in her step as she led them through the entryway and into the house proper. Cassidy and Kiran’s jaws dropped as they walked past a large, sunken living room on their right, the two of them nearly running into Faye when she came to a halt in front of a staircase.
“Soooo, these are the stairs to the second floor. But we reeeeeally don’t use it, except for the utility room.” She explained.
Kiran blinked. “Wait, you totes you lug all your laundry up and down the stairs?”
“I lug all of our laundry up and down the stairs.” Simone corrected them. “I’m lucky if I can get Faye to help me put them away. She hates doing laundry.”
“Guilty! I like playing in it though!” The fairy said with a giggle. She scratched the air and grinned, saying, “Meowr!” and poking Simone’s sides to chase away her unamused frown with a flurry of squirming giggles. “Hehe! And this is Simone’s office!” Faye threw open the door to the left of the stairs and stepped back.
Inside was a small, practical office with white curtains in front of a window that gazed out into the yard. There was a tidy wooden desk with a laptop that was currently closed. Behind the desk was a bookshelf lined with various rhythm games, and a guitar stand holding an impressive collection of Guitar Hero peripherals.
“Oh shit! That’s awesome.” Cassidy leaned in to get a better look. “Is that one signed by —”
Simone nodded, biting her lip to hold back an eager grin. “Avenged Sevenfold! I won it at a tournament. It’s probably the coolest thing I’ve ever won by murdering Skittles.”
“Fuckin’ sick.”
“Daaaang, Mama. That’s super cool. You’ll have to show us some of that Skittle murdering later.” Kiran winked and dragged Cassidy away as the tour continued.
Next was the dining room and kitchen. The table — a wooden one that seated four — had a pile of bills and unread mail on it, organized by size and date. The kitchen looked exceptionally well maintained, with an impressive spice rack and a walk-in pantry filled to bursting with more food than either of them had ever owned at once.
Making their way down the hall, they stopped by the master bathroom, which was relatively normal, save for the absolutely enormous bath and shower. With high sides and a door for easy exit and entry, it could easily seat all four of them. And judging by the bottles of different scented bubble baths on the side, the space was something the ladies took advantage of often.
After, they came to a door that was tightly shut. Faye spun around, striking a pose with her eyebrow raised and a sharp-toothed grin on her face. She held her hand up to the door, slowly backing toward it.
“Next, the most amazing, incredible, special room in the entire house! I warn you, what you’re about to see will change your lives. But! No matter what happens after today,” she suddenly stood up straight, an ultra-serious look on her face, “you cannot under any circumstances, take something from this room without my permission. Got it?”
Cassidy and Kiran traded a glance, then nodded.
Faye’s sunny disposition returned as she twisted the knob and cackled. “This…is my office!”
Inside was a room stuffed to the brim with Pokemon merchandise. A straining white desk sat in the corner, a desktop computer covered in stickers of various Pokemon — most of them Smoochum, Tsareena, and Carbink — surrounded by shelves upon shelves of figurines, models, limited edition statues, binders of trading cards, and posters perfectly arranged to take up as much wall space as possible. At the center of the room lay a massive Snorlax plush, so big it took up half the floor space.
“Ooooh…”
“The Snorlax Incident…”
Faye threw herself down on the giant plush, spreading her arms and kicking her legs. “Isn’t it amazing! Look at all my super cool STUFF!” She sat up and snatched a Smoochum doll from the floor, cradling it in her arms and beaming at them with hearts in her eyes. “It’s the coolest, right? Like, ultra, super, duper cool, right?”
“This is an office?” Kiran asked, glancing at Simone.
“She takes Pokemon very seriously.” She pointed at the computer hiding behind the clutter. “She does work here, though.”
“No shit? What do you do?”
“I’m an artist! I take requests, do commissions, and stream once a week. OH! And I work on this webcomic about a married couple who have this goofy little girl. It’s this fluffy, cozy, slice-of-life story that doesn’t really have a plot, it just kind of happens.”
Simone giggled. “It’s really cute. You’ll have to check it out.”
“What about this room?” Cassidy asked, knocking on the door to their right. He stepped back when Faye dove from her stash into the hallway, reaching for the handle.
“Oooh, that’s where the magic happens! This is where we’ll —”
But a hand cut her off, pushing her back. Simone wagged a finger in Faye’s face and shook her head. “Nuh uh, Kitty. It’s still too early for that. We’ve gotta show them the living room.”
Faye’s ears sank. “Aw, but I thought we were gonna do the thing? C’mon! C’mon, c'mon, I know you wanna do the thing!” She said, poking and pinching Simone’s sides, pinning her squirming and giggling to the door.
“I dohohoho! Juhuhuhst nohohoht yet! Raspberry!” Simone shrieked, sliding to the floor, rubbing her sides. She took a moment to catch her breath, then stood up, and cleared her throat. “We’ll do that after. We need to warm up to that, Kitty.”
“Fiiiine…as long as you promise to do it!” Faye’s pout disappeared into a grin and she took the lead again. “Alright! Let’s head to the most important place in the whole house!” She ran off without them.
Simone shook her head and sighed. “She’s just excited.” She explained, motioning for the duo to go first, following them to the sunken living room.
The fairy bound down the steps and dove onto the couch. “Tada! Our favorite room! We’ve got games! We’ve got a giant TV! We’ve got easy access to the kitchen and tons of snacks!” She laced her fingers behind her head and grinned. “So whatcha think?”
“It’s amazing. Way better than our place.” Kiran paused at the edge of the couch, scratching Faye’s exposed foot. They grinned at the way she shrieked and started laughing, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she spread her toes and pressed her foot into their hand to deepen the tickles.
“Yeah,” Cassidy scoffed, hands stuffed in his pockets, “we’ve barely got room to shit. Our landlord’s a fucking piece of shit that keeps jacking up the rent without fixing anything.” Though he tried to ignore it, his eyes drifted over to the couch, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
Kiran was sitting now, Faye’s foot on their lap, still scratching up and down her quivering sole with a single finger. The fairy held her face in her hands, scrunching and wiggling her toes, squeaking whenever Kiran’s nail brushed the length of her deep arch.
“Jealous?” A soft, teasing voice asked nearby.
Cassidy jumped, turning to see Simone standing behind him. Hands on her hips, smirk on her lips. He swallowed nervously when he watched her eyes drift from his face, down to the very visible bulge in his shorts. His face caught on fire when she licked her lips.
“I know I am.” Simone admitted, taking a step toward him. “I spent half our lunch being tickled while you two just watched me suffer.” A step closer, rising on her tiptoes to bring her face close to his. “That doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”
“Uh, well — fuck — um, yeah. I mean, I g-guess not.” Cassidy flinched and cursed under his breath. She’d backed him up to the edge of the couch, forcing him to lean against it to stay standing. How someone so tiny could be so imposing was a mystery. His breath caught in his throat when her hand brushed against his stomach, her nails prickling his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Beside them, Faye was beside herself with laughter, both feet on Kiran’s lap while they teased her with just two fingers. Brushing along the undersides of her toes until they clenched, then stroking down to her heels and back up along her arches until they spread again.
“EEEHEHEHEHE! EEK! HEHEHEHE! MORE! MOHOHOHORE! ITS TOOHOHOHOO SOFT!” Faye squealed between breathless giggles. Despite her hysteria, her tail reached up, latching onto Cassidy’s wrist to pull him into the space behind her. The moment his butt hit the couch, her head moved to his lap. “YEEK! Yohohou twohohoho wahahahana PLAHAHAHAY?”
Every squeal, combined with the gentle pressure of her head rolling back and forth against his crotch, caused Cassidy’s straining erection to grow harder and his breath to shorten. Eyes torn between Faye’s jiggling breasts, her wild, laughing expression, big, soft, flapping feet, and Simone’s sinister presence.
He turned to find her sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg stretched out, the other crossed at the knee, bringing her nylon clad foot right into his field of vision. Cassidy swallowed a nervous lump, watching her toes slowly stretch, then scrunch, as if inviting him in. His fingers twitched. His dry lips parted in a wordless moan.
“I have an idea…” Simone said in a sultry tone. She crossed one arm over the other, stroking her chin. “Why don’t we try for best two out of three? Except this time…Kiran can tickle Faye, and I’ll tickle you.” As she said the word, she reached out, spidering her fingers across Cassidy’s shoulder and lightly tickling his chin. “Does that sound fun?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Totes! I am sooooo down! I wanna really make GiggleFit live up to her name!” As if to prove their point, Kiran suddenly attacked Faye’s feet with all ten fingers, digging them into the plush balls of her feet.
The fairy screamed, bringing her arms in to her chest, kicking her heels, but leaving her feet on Kiran’s lap.
“Nuh uh,” Simone shook her head and waved a finger. “Her feet are off limits for this game. Otherwise Cassidy and I won’t have a chance.”
“Noooooo!” Faye whined. Her feet chased after Kiran’s fingers, but in the spirit of sportsmanship, they refused to give into her demands. “But that’s no fun! You’re so mean to me, Simone!”
“Careful now, Kitty.” Simone lowered her voice. “If you act like a brat, Mommy’ll have to punish you in front of our guests…but I guess you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hehehe, guilty!”
“That cool with you, Case?” Kiran asked, leaning forward to look at their furiously blushing boyfriend. “You’re being awfully quiet…Sissy.”
“Ooooh, someone liked that!”
Cassidy sat upright, eyes wide and face blazing. He glared first at Kiran, who was grinning back at him like the Cheshire Cat. Then, he looked down at his lap, where Faye was wearing a matching expression, rubbing her cheek against the giant tent he was pitching. Finally, he looked up at Simone — biting her lip, cheeks darkened with a blush of her own — and nearly came on the spot.
“I…I mean, I guess, if that’s — ahem — if that’s what we, uh, we wanna do. It would be…” Simone’s hand caressed his face, her thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. With a tender touch, she tilted his head back to look her in the eye.
“You’ve gotta say it…Sissy.” Fuck, the way she hissed his pet name made his insides squirm. “Say yes or say no. Both are okay. But you need to answer one way or the other, okay?” As if they’d rehearsed it, Faye lifted from Cassidy’s lap at the same time Simone slid from the arm of the couch onto it. She draped her arm around his shoulders and brought her face close to his. “Just say yes or no. Either way…” She nipped his ear and whispered, “Mommy’s gonna take care of you.”
“Fuck…” The word popped from his lips. “Y-yeah, sure — I mean. Y-yeah, l-let’s do it.
“YES! How are we gonna do it? Huh? Huh?” Faye asked, stretching herself across Kiran’s lap, her feet kneading Cassidy’s side. She grinned when she felt him squirm, digging her toes into his side until he sputtered and laughed.
“Fahahack ohohoff!”
“Same rules as last time?” Kiran asked. “First to cum just from tickles loses?”
“Mmm, I like that.” Simone climbed to her feet and held out her hand.”Let’s make it more exciting, though. On your feet, Sissy. You too, Kitty.”
As one, Faye and Cassidy rose to their feet and stood at attention.
“Shirt off, Big Boy.” Simone gestured at his shirt. “Faye’s top isn’t hiding any of her tickle spots, you don’t get to hide either. So take it off…or I’ll take it off you.”
Cassidy gulped. As hot as that would be, he was struggling to hold himself together as things were. With a curt nod, he tugged his shirt off. While it was covering his head, Faye’s claws scribbled up and down his sides, causing him to stumble and laugh out loud.
“FUCK! HAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAHAHAP! I’M NAHAHT READY!” Nearly falling over, Cassidy managed to twist away and toss his shirt down. Still snickering, he brought his hands up defensively, batting back Faye’s wiggling claws.
“Aw, but you’re just so ticklish, Sissy! Tickle, tickle!” Faye was about to pounce again, but a pair of massive hands caught her wrists and tugged them back. She squirmed and giggled as Kiran wrestled her into an armlock, pinning them behind her head to leave her upper body completely defenseless against their still free hand. “Oh no! I’m caught! Whatever will I do??”
Faye’s tail teased Kiran’s sides, but the grin they wore wasn’t a ticklish one. Instead, it was like a playful predator. “Not gonna work, Giggles. Now, hope you’re ready for a…giggle fit!” Wasting no more time, Kiran started drawing different shapes in the fairy’s exposed armpit. Figure eights, non-Euclidean structures, and whole words in cursive. The method didn’t matter, the moment the nail came into contact with the skin, Faye began to squeal, stomping her feet and jerking from side to side.
“Nyahahaha! EEK! Hehehehe! Teheheckles!”
Cassidy watched and sucked on his lip. He suddenly felt painfully aware of how exposed he was, his hands wrapping around his middle. His shorts, already straining against his desire, felt ready to burst, especially when Kiran’s softly scribbling fingers spidered down Faye’s side and into her pudgy belly.
The volume of her laughter doubled, her feet flying from the floor, knees tucked in. But her thrashing and increasingly frantic laughter wasn’t enough to dissuade Kiran, who held on tight.
“Woo! Look at you go, Giggles! You like it here, don’t you? Right on your tickly tummy?” They dug their fingers in a bit harder.
Faye’s eyes snapped open, and her tail went rigid. “YEEEEHEHEHEHE! YES! YES! Rihihihight thehehehere!”
A presence closed in behind Cassidy, firm, but gentle hands caressing his hips. Her chest pressed into his back and — he noticed with a gasp — a firmness pressed into his ass.
“I know it’s so hot to watch her…but we shouldn’t let them show us up, should we?” Simone kissed his back, one hand trailing up his side while the other massaged his thigh, her fingers working their way across his thigh. One finger traced the edge of his trembling cock. His hips bucked; her hips ground into his, pressing her little erection deep into him.
Holy fuck she’s so hard. Not a thought Cassidy had ever had before, but now that it had crossed his mind it had taken complete control of him. He licked his lip and nodded, gasping again when he felt a powerful hand wrap around his wrist. Effortlessly, Simone pulled his hand up and behind him.
“You gonna give me the other one?” She asked, stroking his cock. “Or am I gonna have to take it?”
Cassidy shook his head and tried to pull away, but, to his shock and awe, Simone’s grip was unbreakable. Despite the half a foot of height he had on her, he couldn’t even make her budge. His teeth clenched, and he tugged again. He raised a hand to help the first, only for both wrists to end up in the same vice grip.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Mommy’s proud of you for making a good choice.” Again, she kissed his back; again she stroked his cock.
Legs like jelly, he almost gave out. But the sensual mush her overwhelming strength and fucking sexy voice had reduced him to became solid once more when her hand suddenly left his cock and scribbled up his side.
“FUCK! Hahahaha! N-Nahaha! Nohohot fahahahair!” He blushed furiously hearing the words leave his mouth. He was used to being bullied by Kiran, yanked and tugged and jerked around and made into a squirming puddle of laughter. He wasn’t at all prepared for Simone’s gentle dominance.
He wanted to do anything she asked, but the fingers counting his ribs were encouraging him to run away. To fight against her with all his meager strength. They were creeping closer, dangerously close, and he needed to get away.
“Mmmm you are suuuch a ticklish boy, aren’t you?” She kissed his back again, grazing his skin with her teeth. “Such a big, angry boy, but so silly and ticklish, too! I just loved hearing you lose your mind over VC, but God…”
“FAHAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHT THERE!” Her finger was tracing the edge of his armpit. Cassidy’s struggles turned real, but her grip remained unbreakable.
“Hearing it in person is so much better…you and Faye, Sissy and Kitty, a pair of naughty little tickle toys. Tickle, tickle! Don’t you like Mommy’s tickles?” She’d been tracing the outer edge of his armpit, slooooooooooowly closing in on the center. “Who’s Mommy’s little tickle boy?” Her nail — just one fucking nail — dipped into the center of his armpit and scratched.
Cassidy’s back arched, his feet tangling and sending the both of them tumbling back onto the couch. He landed on her lap, giving her enough room to wrap her arm around his. Her legs wrapped around him, just as strong as her arms.
Now he was completely helpless, unable to thrash anything but his head.
“Do you like tickle talk, too? Hmm? Faye just loooves it when I say…coooochie coochie coo…tickle, tickle baby boy. There’s no getting away from Mommy’s tickles!” A second finger joined the first, plucking his tender flesh like a bass guitar. Right in the center of his pit, never leaving for even a second.
“OHOHOHO FAAAHAHAHAHACK MEEHEHEHE! STAHAH — AAAAAH — AHAHAHAP!” Cassidy’s voice cracked when she added a third finger. Tears rolled down his cheeks when she added the fourth. By the time all five fingers found purchase in his armpit, he was too weak to do anything but thrust his hips. Need. Painful. Burning. Devouring NEED gripped his throbbing cock. He could feel it threatening to spill out, bubbling just beneath the surface.
Not just the tickling, not just her teasing voice, and not just the realization of how strong she was. It was everything, including Faye’s high-pitched, shrieking laughter, drilling into him all at once. Cassidy was on the verge of breaking, with only a gentle shove between him and utter ruin.
But Kiran, for all their laid back demeanor, was not someone to give up easily. They paused tickling just long enough to make an inquiry — a gentle tug at Faye’s top. The fairy nodded frantically, and they wasted no time, tugging it down. Her naked breasts spilled out, nipples already hard as rocks, begging for their attention.
“I think it’s time we show these amateurs what real tickling looks like, right, Giggles?” Kiran brushed Faye’s nipple once and her already hysterical laughter exploded. With a grin, they pinched her nipple between two fingers, using a third to lightly scratch its puckered peak.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAHAT’S THE SPAAAHAHAHAHAT!” A trickle of drool spilled from Faye’s parted lips, her body flushing to match her cheeks.
“Uh oh…” Simone sighed. “Looks like we’re going to have to get serious if we want to win, Sissy. Are you ready? Cuz here it coooomes.” Her nails raked across his side, down to his chest, where her fingers gripped his nipple firm between them. It didn’t tickle as much as his armpit, but when she followed it with teasing flicks of her sharp nails, Cassidy descended into deep belly laughter all the same.
“FAHHAHAHACK! FUCK! FUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
But the finishing touch, the pièce de résistance, that would finish him, were her soft, silk-wrapped soles. Rubbing against his thighs as they move, closing in on his quivering bulge. Her toes wiggled, brushing against his tremendous length. Then, she wrapped her soles around his cock and began to stroke, pumping her hips in time with his.
The relentless scratching nipple tickles.
Faye’s moan-stricken, frantic laughter.
Kiran’s cooing teasing, “Gitchy, gitchy! Coochie coo! You can’t get away, Giggles! I got your nipples! Tickle, tickle!”; Simone’s whispered encouragement, “Such a good boy. Cum for Mommy. You can do it. Cum for me!”
The soft, tiny feet stroking his cock; the equally hard, tiny girl cock stroking his back. It was all so much — too much — for Cassidy to take. His breath caught in his throat, his fists and toes clenched. And then —
“NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! CAAHAHAHAH! I’M CAHAHAHAHAMING!”
It all stopped, the two of them watching, panting and sweating, as Kiran pinned Faye to the floor and tickled both of her nipples through an explosive climax that caused her entire body to shake. Her stained shorts and the dripping overflow the evidence of their victory.
Simone sighed. “Well, fuck.”
“Are you fucking serious? Come the fuck on…I was so fucking close.” Cassidy went limp in Simone’s lap and groaned aloud. He jerked when he felt her feet squeeze his cock again.
“We were close. You were amazing,” she said, kissing and suckling on his neck. The shiver that rolled through his body brought a grin to her face. Her feet stroked his cock again, his hips — and hers — jerking in response. “But, no cumming just yet. I’ll help you finish later, but this’ll be your punishment for now. Besides…”
The three of them looked down at Faye, who was still squirming and giggling on the floor. She looked back with stars in her eyes, an amorous flush on her face.
“Are you…are you gonna punish me now? For losing the game?” Her flush spread to the rest of her body, toes curling and tail going stiff when Simone grinned at her.
“Yeah…I think you’ve been patient enough. It’s time we give our eager little tickle kitty the princess treatment she deserves.”
Faye shuddered, giggling and meowing.
F/F | F/M | NB/F | Upperbody Tickling | Nipple Tickling | Verbal Teasing | FemDom | Mommy Kink | Girlcock | Bully Kink | Edging
The pair of cars — a sleek, blue Beetle and a beat up, faded station wagon — pulled up to a little house just outside the suburbs of Sleepy Sandalwood. Into the driveway, the Beetle leading the way, the Truckster following, clanking as it pulled into the gravel, the two came to a stop. The Beetle opened first, Faye bounding out with an excited squeal. She paused next to the Truckster, waving her arms.
“Welcome to our place! Isn’t it great?” She asked, turning to present it to them. It was an old, two-story home with a sturdy foundation and brick siding, a black shingle roof and matching window frames with an elegant, ornate design. Colorful, meticulously maintained flower beds framed the steps to the porch, painted baby blue and housing a pair of wicker rocking chairs that faced the street.
Simone stopped off at the mailbox, popping it open and thumbing through a stack of bills with a heavy sigh. She turned to the others with a grin and nodded toward the house.
“Don’t be shy, come on in.”
“Holy fuck, this is seriously your place?” Cassidy asked, scratching his head. “The fuck do you do for a living? You must be loaded.”
“Nah, it’s nothing like that.” Simone responded with a chuckle. “We inherited the house when my grandma passed. The property taxes would be nasty if we didn’t live so far out of town.”
“That’s right! Out here no one can hear you scream! Mwa ha ha!” Faye paused on the porch to throw her head back in an extra loud cackle. Her voice echoed across the yard, but, true to her claims, there was no one around to mind.
It was a quiet, cozy space far away from Sleepy Sandalwood and even further from Fairy’s Crown. With a big grassy yard, surrounded by tall, verdant trees. The fresh, floral scent in the air was a welcome change from the busy part of the city where the pair lived.
“Don’t mind her. She’s just excited. We don’t get a lot of guests.”
“Not even the Amazong guy now that Simone won’t let me order stuff anymore.”
Simone shook her head. “You can’t be trusted with a credit card.” She poked Faye’s tummy, causing her pout to melt into a girlish giggle. “I’ll buy you the Pokemerch you want, but you’ve gotta get approval after the Snorlax Incident.”
While Simone fiddled with the lock, Kira and Cassidy slowly turned to look at Faye, who had turned red as a tomato.
“The fuck?”
“What’s the Snorlax Incident, Giggles?”
“Oh, don’t you worry. You’ll see.” Simone pushed the door open and threw on the lights. “Shoes off at the door, but c’mon in!” She disappeared inside, with Faye chasing close behind her.
“This is going to be so awesome!” Faye exclaimed, stepping out of her sandals the moment she was inside in an act of feline grace that neither of her companions expected from her. She whipped around, tail whipping back and forth behind her, ears perked straight up. “Let me give you the tour!”
Kiran easily stepped out of their sandals to follow, but Cassidy was left cursing and jumping on one foot, struggling with his double-knotted laces.
“Fuck! I’m coming! Hang the fuck on!” After another fifteen seconds of humiliation, he carefully sat his shoes by the door and pushed it shut behind him. Then, stuffing his hands into his pockets, he fell into step next to Kiran as they followed Faye.
The fairy swung her arms at her sides with a skip in her step as she led them through the entryway and into the house proper. Cassidy and Kiran’s jaws dropped as they walked past a large, sunken living room on their right, the two of them nearly running into Faye when she came to a halt in front of a staircase.
“Soooo, these are the stairs to the second floor. But we reeeeeally don’t use it, except for the utility room.” She explained.
Kiran blinked. “Wait, you totes you lug all your laundry up and down the stairs?”
“I lug all of our laundry up and down the stairs.” Simone corrected them. “I’m lucky if I can get Faye to help me put them away. She hates doing laundry.”
“Guilty! I like playing in it though!” The fairy said with a giggle. She scratched the air and grinned, saying, “Meowr!” and poking Simone’s sides to chase away her unamused frown with a flurry of squirming giggles. “Hehe! And this is Simone’s office!” Faye threw open the door to the left of the stairs and stepped back.
Inside was a small, practical office with white curtains in front of a window that gazed out into the yard. There was a tidy wooden desk with a laptop that was currently closed. Behind the desk was a bookshelf lined with various rhythm games, and a guitar stand holding an impressive collection of Guitar Hero peripherals.
“Oh shit! That’s awesome.” Cassidy leaned in to get a better look. “Is that one signed by —”
Simone nodded, biting her lip to hold back an eager grin. “Avenged Sevenfold! I won it at a tournament. It’s probably the coolest thing I’ve ever won by murdering Skittles.”
“Fuckin’ sick.”
“Daaaang, Mama. That’s super cool. You’ll have to show us some of that Skittle murdering later.” Kiran winked and dragged Cassidy away as the tour continued.
Next was the dining room and kitchen. The table — a wooden one that seated four — had a pile of bills and unread mail on it, organized by size and date. The kitchen looked exceptionally well maintained, with an impressive spice rack and a walk-in pantry filled to bursting with more food than either of them had ever owned at once.
Making their way down the hall, they stopped by the master bathroom, which was relatively normal, save for the absolutely enormous bath and shower. With high sides and a door for easy exit and entry, it could easily seat all four of them. And judging by the bottles of different scented bubble baths on the side, the space was something the ladies took advantage of often.
After, they came to a door that was tightly shut. Faye spun around, striking a pose with her eyebrow raised and a sharp-toothed grin on her face. She held her hand up to the door, slowly backing toward it.
“Next, the most amazing, incredible, special room in the entire house! I warn you, what you’re about to see will change your lives. But! No matter what happens after today,” she suddenly stood up straight, an ultra-serious look on her face, “you cannot under any circumstances, take something from this room without my permission. Got it?”
Cassidy and Kiran traded a glance, then nodded.
Faye’s sunny disposition returned as she twisted the knob and cackled. “This…is my office!”
Inside was a room stuffed to the brim with Pokemon merchandise. A straining white desk sat in the corner, a desktop computer covered in stickers of various Pokemon — most of them Smoochum, Tsareena, and Carbink — surrounded by shelves upon shelves of figurines, models, limited edition statues, binders of trading cards, and posters perfectly arranged to take up as much wall space as possible. At the center of the room lay a massive Snorlax plush, so big it took up half the floor space.
“Ooooh…”
“The Snorlax Incident…”
Faye threw herself down on the giant plush, spreading her arms and kicking her legs. “Isn’t it amazing! Look at all my super cool STUFF!” She sat up and snatched a Smoochum doll from the floor, cradling it in her arms and beaming at them with hearts in her eyes. “It’s the coolest, right? Like, ultra, super, duper cool, right?”
“This is an office?” Kiran asked, glancing at Simone.
“She takes Pokemon very seriously.” She pointed at the computer hiding behind the clutter. “She does work here, though.”
“No shit? What do you do?”
“I’m an artist! I take requests, do commissions, and stream once a week. OH! And I work on this webcomic about a married couple who have this goofy little girl. It’s this fluffy, cozy, slice-of-life story that doesn’t really have a plot, it just kind of happens.”
Simone giggled. “It’s really cute. You’ll have to check it out.”
“What about this room?” Cassidy asked, knocking on the door to their right. He stepped back when Faye dove from her stash into the hallway, reaching for the handle.
“Oooh, that’s where the magic happens! This is where we’ll —”
But a hand cut her off, pushing her back. Simone wagged a finger in Faye’s face and shook her head. “Nuh uh, Kitty. It’s still too early for that. We’ve gotta show them the living room.”
Faye’s ears sank. “Aw, but I thought we were gonna do the thing? C’mon! C’mon, c'mon, I know you wanna do the thing!” She said, poking and pinching Simone’s sides, pinning her squirming and giggling to the door.
“I dohohoho! Juhuhuhst nohohoht yet! Raspberry!” Simone shrieked, sliding to the floor, rubbing her sides. She took a moment to catch her breath, then stood up, and cleared her throat. “We’ll do that after. We need to warm up to that, Kitty.”
“Fiiiine…as long as you promise to do it!” Faye’s pout disappeared into a grin and she took the lead again. “Alright! Let’s head to the most important place in the whole house!” She ran off without them.
Simone shook her head and sighed. “She’s just excited.” She explained, motioning for the duo to go first, following them to the sunken living room.
The fairy bound down the steps and dove onto the couch. “Tada! Our favorite room! We’ve got games! We’ve got a giant TV! We’ve got easy access to the kitchen and tons of snacks!” She laced her fingers behind her head and grinned. “So whatcha think?”
“It’s amazing. Way better than our place.” Kiran paused at the edge of the couch, scratching Faye’s exposed foot. They grinned at the way she shrieked and started laughing, but didn’t pull away. Instead, she spread her toes and pressed her foot into their hand to deepen the tickles.
“Yeah,” Cassidy scoffed, hands stuffed in his pockets, “we’ve barely got room to shit. Our landlord’s a fucking piece of shit that keeps jacking up the rent without fixing anything.” Though he tried to ignore it, his eyes drifted over to the couch, a blush spreading across his cheeks.
Kiran was sitting now, Faye’s foot on their lap, still scratching up and down her quivering sole with a single finger. The fairy held her face in her hands, scrunching and wiggling her toes, squeaking whenever Kiran’s nail brushed the length of her deep arch.
“Jealous?” A soft, teasing voice asked nearby.
Cassidy jumped, turning to see Simone standing behind him. Hands on her hips, smirk on her lips. He swallowed nervously when he watched her eyes drift from his face, down to the very visible bulge in his shorts. His face caught on fire when she licked her lips.
“I know I am.” Simone admitted, taking a step toward him. “I spent half our lunch being tickled while you two just watched me suffer.” A step closer, rising on her tiptoes to bring her face close to his. “That doesn’t seem very fair, does it?”
“Uh, well — fuck — um, yeah. I mean, I g-guess not.” Cassidy flinched and cursed under his breath. She’d backed him up to the edge of the couch, forcing him to lean against it to stay standing. How someone so tiny could be so imposing was a mystery. His breath caught in his throat when her hand brushed against his stomach, her nails prickling his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt.
Beside them, Faye was beside herself with laughter, both feet on Kiran’s lap while they teased her with just two fingers. Brushing along the undersides of her toes until they clenched, then stroking down to her heels and back up along her arches until they spread again.
“EEEHEHEHEHE! EEK! HEHEHEHE! MORE! MOHOHOHORE! ITS TOOHOHOHOO SOFT!” Faye squealed between breathless giggles. Despite her hysteria, her tail reached up, latching onto Cassidy’s wrist to pull him into the space behind her. The moment his butt hit the couch, her head moved to his lap. “YEEK! Yohohou twohohoho wahahahana PLAHAHAHAY?”
Every squeal, combined with the gentle pressure of her head rolling back and forth against his crotch, caused Cassidy’s straining erection to grow harder and his breath to shorten. Eyes torn between Faye’s jiggling breasts, her wild, laughing expression, big, soft, flapping feet, and Simone’s sinister presence.
He turned to find her sitting on the arm of the couch, one leg stretched out, the other crossed at the knee, bringing her nylon clad foot right into his field of vision. Cassidy swallowed a nervous lump, watching her toes slowly stretch, then scrunch, as if inviting him in. His fingers twitched. His dry lips parted in a wordless moan.
“I have an idea…” Simone said in a sultry tone. She crossed one arm over the other, stroking her chin. “Why don’t we try for best two out of three? Except this time…Kiran can tickle Faye, and I’ll tickle you.” As she said the word, she reached out, spidering her fingers across Cassidy’s shoulder and lightly tickling his chin. “Does that sound fun?”
“YEHEHEHEHES!”
“Totes! I am sooooo down! I wanna really make GiggleFit live up to her name!” As if to prove their point, Kiran suddenly attacked Faye’s feet with all ten fingers, digging them into the plush balls of her feet.
The fairy screamed, bringing her arms in to her chest, kicking her heels, but leaving her feet on Kiran’s lap.
“Nuh uh,” Simone shook her head and waved a finger. “Her feet are off limits for this game. Otherwise Cassidy and I won’t have a chance.”
“Noooooo!” Faye whined. Her feet chased after Kiran’s fingers, but in the spirit of sportsmanship, they refused to give into her demands. “But that’s no fun! You’re so mean to me, Simone!”
“Careful now, Kitty.” Simone lowered her voice. “If you act like a brat, Mommy’ll have to punish you in front of our guests…but I guess you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Hehehe, guilty!”
“That cool with you, Case?” Kiran asked, leaning forward to look at their furiously blushing boyfriend. “You’re being awfully quiet…Sissy.”
“Ooooh, someone liked that!”
Cassidy sat upright, eyes wide and face blazing. He glared first at Kiran, who was grinning back at him like the Cheshire Cat. Then, he looked down at his lap, where Faye was wearing a matching expression, rubbing her cheek against the giant tent he was pitching. Finally, he looked up at Simone — biting her lip, cheeks darkened with a blush of her own — and nearly came on the spot.
“I…I mean, I guess, if that’s — ahem — if that’s what we, uh, we wanna do. It would be…” Simone’s hand caressed his face, her thumb brushing the corner of his mouth. With a tender touch, she tilted his head back to look her in the eye.
“You’ve gotta say it…Sissy.” Fuck, the way she hissed his pet name made his insides squirm. “Say yes or say no. Both are okay. But you need to answer one way or the other, okay?” As if they’d rehearsed it, Faye lifted from Cassidy’s lap at the same time Simone slid from the arm of the couch onto it. She draped her arm around his shoulders and brought her face close to his. “Just say yes or no. Either way…” She nipped his ear and whispered, “Mommy’s gonna take care of you.”
“Fuck…” The word popped from his lips. “Y-yeah, sure — I mean. Y-yeah, l-let’s do it.
“YES! How are we gonna do it? Huh? Huh?” Faye asked, stretching herself across Kiran’s lap, her feet kneading Cassidy’s side. She grinned when she felt him squirm, digging her toes into his side until he sputtered and laughed.
“Fahahack ohohoff!”
“Same rules as last time?” Kiran asked. “First to cum just from tickles loses?”
“Mmm, I like that.” Simone climbed to her feet and held out her hand.”Let’s make it more exciting, though. On your feet, Sissy. You too, Kitty.”
As one, Faye and Cassidy rose to their feet and stood at attention.
“Shirt off, Big Boy.” Simone gestured at his shirt. “Faye’s top isn’t hiding any of her tickle spots, you don’t get to hide either. So take it off…or I’ll take it off you.”
Cassidy gulped. As hot as that would be, he was struggling to hold himself together as things were. With a curt nod, he tugged his shirt off. While it was covering his head, Faye’s claws scribbled up and down his sides, causing him to stumble and laugh out loud.
“FUCK! HAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAHAHAP! I’M NAHAHT READY!” Nearly falling over, Cassidy managed to twist away and toss his shirt down. Still snickering, he brought his hands up defensively, batting back Faye’s wiggling claws.
“Aw, but you’re just so ticklish, Sissy! Tickle, tickle!” Faye was about to pounce again, but a pair of massive hands caught her wrists and tugged them back. She squirmed and giggled as Kiran wrestled her into an armlock, pinning them behind her head to leave her upper body completely defenseless against their still free hand. “Oh no! I’m caught! Whatever will I do??”
Faye’s tail teased Kiran’s sides, but the grin they wore wasn’t a ticklish one. Instead, it was like a playful predator. “Not gonna work, Giggles. Now, hope you’re ready for a…giggle fit!” Wasting no more time, Kiran started drawing different shapes in the fairy’s exposed armpit. Figure eights, non-Euclidean structures, and whole words in cursive. The method didn’t matter, the moment the nail came into contact with the skin, Faye began to squeal, stomping her feet and jerking from side to side.
“Nyahahaha! EEK! Hehehehe! Teheheckles!”
Cassidy watched and sucked on his lip. He suddenly felt painfully aware of how exposed he was, his hands wrapping around his middle. His shorts, already straining against his desire, felt ready to burst, especially when Kiran’s softly scribbling fingers spidered down Faye’s side and into her pudgy belly.
The volume of her laughter doubled, her feet flying from the floor, knees tucked in. But her thrashing and increasingly frantic laughter wasn’t enough to dissuade Kiran, who held on tight.
“Woo! Look at you go, Giggles! You like it here, don’t you? Right on your tickly tummy?” They dug their fingers in a bit harder.
Faye’s eyes snapped open, and her tail went rigid. “YEEEEHEHEHEHE! YES! YES! Rihihihight thehehehere!”
A presence closed in behind Cassidy, firm, but gentle hands caressing his hips. Her chest pressed into his back and — he noticed with a gasp — a firmness pressed into his ass.
“I know it’s so hot to watch her…but we shouldn’t let them show us up, should we?” Simone kissed his back, one hand trailing up his side while the other massaged his thigh, her fingers working their way across his thigh. One finger traced the edge of his trembling cock. His hips bucked; her hips ground into his, pressing her little erection deep into him.
Holy fuck she’s so hard. Not a thought Cassidy had ever had before, but now that it had crossed his mind it had taken complete control of him. He licked his lip and nodded, gasping again when he felt a powerful hand wrap around his wrist. Effortlessly, Simone pulled his hand up and behind him.
“You gonna give me the other one?” She asked, stroking his cock. “Or am I gonna have to take it?”
Cassidy shook his head and tried to pull away, but, to his shock and awe, Simone’s grip was unbreakable. Despite the half a foot of height he had on her, he couldn’t even make her budge. His teeth clenched, and he tugged again. He raised a hand to help the first, only for both wrists to end up in the same vice grip.
“Good boy,” she whispered. “Mommy’s proud of you for making a good choice.” Again, she kissed his back; again she stroked his cock.
Legs like jelly, he almost gave out. But the sensual mush her overwhelming strength and fucking sexy voice had reduced him to became solid once more when her hand suddenly left his cock and scribbled up his side.
“FUCK! Hahahaha! N-Nahaha! Nohohot fahahahair!” He blushed furiously hearing the words leave his mouth. He was used to being bullied by Kiran, yanked and tugged and jerked around and made into a squirming puddle of laughter. He wasn’t at all prepared for Simone’s gentle dominance.
He wanted to do anything she asked, but the fingers counting his ribs were encouraging him to run away. To fight against her with all his meager strength. They were creeping closer, dangerously close, and he needed to get away.
“Mmmm you are suuuch a ticklish boy, aren’t you?” She kissed his back again, grazing his skin with her teeth. “Such a big, angry boy, but so silly and ticklish, too! I just loved hearing you lose your mind over VC, but God…”
“FAHAHAHAHACK! NAHAHAHT THERE!” Her finger was tracing the edge of his armpit. Cassidy’s struggles turned real, but her grip remained unbreakable.
“Hearing it in person is so much better…you and Faye, Sissy and Kitty, a pair of naughty little tickle toys. Tickle, tickle! Don’t you like Mommy’s tickles?” She’d been tracing the outer edge of his armpit, slooooooooooowly closing in on the center. “Who’s Mommy’s little tickle boy?” Her nail — just one fucking nail — dipped into the center of his armpit and scratched.
Cassidy’s back arched, his feet tangling and sending the both of them tumbling back onto the couch. He landed on her lap, giving her enough room to wrap her arm around his. Her legs wrapped around him, just as strong as her arms.
Now he was completely helpless, unable to thrash anything but his head.
“Do you like tickle talk, too? Hmm? Faye just loooves it when I say…coooochie coochie coo…tickle, tickle baby boy. There’s no getting away from Mommy’s tickles!” A second finger joined the first, plucking his tender flesh like a bass guitar. Right in the center of his pit, never leaving for even a second.
“OHOHOHO FAAAHAHAHAHACK MEEHEHEHE! STAHAH — AAAAAH — AHAHAHAP!” Cassidy’s voice cracked when she added a third finger. Tears rolled down his cheeks when she added the fourth. By the time all five fingers found purchase in his armpit, he was too weak to do anything but thrust his hips. Need. Painful. Burning. Devouring NEED gripped his throbbing cock. He could feel it threatening to spill out, bubbling just beneath the surface.
Not just the tickling, not just her teasing voice, and not just the realization of how strong she was. It was everything, including Faye’s high-pitched, shrieking laughter, drilling into him all at once. Cassidy was on the verge of breaking, with only a gentle shove between him and utter ruin.
But Kiran, for all their laid back demeanor, was not someone to give up easily. They paused tickling just long enough to make an inquiry — a gentle tug at Faye’s top. The fairy nodded frantically, and they wasted no time, tugging it down. Her naked breasts spilled out, nipples already hard as rocks, begging for their attention.
“I think it’s time we show these amateurs what real tickling looks like, right, Giggles?” Kiran brushed Faye’s nipple once and her already hysterical laughter exploded. With a grin, they pinched her nipple between two fingers, using a third to lightly scratch its puckered peak.
“NYAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAHAT’S THE SPAAAHAHAHAHAT!” A trickle of drool spilled from Faye’s parted lips, her body flushing to match her cheeks.
“Uh oh…” Simone sighed. “Looks like we’re going to have to get serious if we want to win, Sissy. Are you ready? Cuz here it coooomes.” Her nails raked across his side, down to his chest, where her fingers gripped his nipple firm between them. It didn’t tickle as much as his armpit, but when she followed it with teasing flicks of her sharp nails, Cassidy descended into deep belly laughter all the same.
“FAHHAHAHACK! FUCK! FUCK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
But the finishing touch, the pièce de résistance, that would finish him, were her soft, silk-wrapped soles. Rubbing against his thighs as they move, closing in on his quivering bulge. Her toes wiggled, brushing against his tremendous length. Then, she wrapped her soles around his cock and began to stroke, pumping her hips in time with his.
The relentless scratching nipple tickles.
Faye’s moan-stricken, frantic laughter.
Kiran’s cooing teasing, “Gitchy, gitchy! Coochie coo! You can’t get away, Giggles! I got your nipples! Tickle, tickle!”; Simone’s whispered encouragement, “Such a good boy. Cum for Mommy. You can do it. Cum for me!”
The soft, tiny feet stroking his cock; the equally hard, tiny girl cock stroking his back. It was all so much — too much — for Cassidy to take. His breath caught in his throat, his fists and toes clenched. And then —
“NYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! CAAHAHAHAH! I’M CAHAHAHAHAMING!”
It all stopped, the two of them watching, panting and sweating, as Kiran pinned Faye to the floor and tickled both of her nipples through an explosive climax that caused her entire body to shake. Her stained shorts and the dripping overflow the evidence of their victory.
Simone sighed. “Well, fuck.”
“Are you fucking serious? Come the fuck on…I was so fucking close.” Cassidy went limp in Simone’s lap and groaned aloud. He jerked when he felt her feet squeeze his cock again.
“We were close. You were amazing,” she said, kissing and suckling on his neck. The shiver that rolled through his body brought a grin to her face. Her feet stroked his cock again, his hips — and hers — jerking in response. “But, no cumming just yet. I’ll help you finish later, but this’ll be your punishment for now. Besides…”
The three of them looked down at Faye, who was still squirming and giggling on the floor. She looked back with stars in her eyes, an amorous flush on her face.
“Are you…are you gonna punish me now? For losing the game?” Her flush spread to the rest of her body, toes curling and tail going stiff when Simone grinned at her.
“Yeah…I think you’ve been patient enough. It’s time we give our eager little tickle kitty the princess treatment she deserves.”
Faye shuddered, giggling and meowing.
