Best of all to everyone! I was quite surprised to find that there are NO TK stories considering Riverdale. Yea, the show turned quite shitty but the characters and the setting is great and we still have the comics to enjoy. This story btw id based on the series. Enjoy! Any feedback is welcome as always.
Thornhill’s beautiful at night, Cheryl Blossom thought. Their family residence, residues of once great place full of lively memories that is now gloomy and dark. Well, not at this night. This was the night when Cheryl was planning to accomplish one of her greatest beginnings yet…or so she thought.
Penelope, her Mommy, left to the city. Nana Rose was taken to the hospital for her yearly examination. No one stayed in the Thornhill except for Cheryl. She’s a spider, hungry spider eager to savour some silly flies. Here they are, by the way.
Doorbell rang. Cheryl opened the door and was very satisfied to see that all the four flies arrived. Betty Cooper, kinda Nancy Drew-ish, pretty blonde. Veronica Lodge, hair nocturnal as the night itself, Rich Bitch. Josie McCoy, dark skin, curly hair, subtle constitution, the Singer. Oh and Tony, Tony Topaz, Little Snake.
«Thank y’all for coming, babes», Cheryl said wholeheartedly. «I couldn’t stand a thought of being here alone this night. And we are so going to have a girls’ night!»
«Thanks for inviting us, Cheryl», Betty replied. «I think we all may use some steam-releasing, aren’t we, girls?».
Everyone agreed that yea, course we may.
Cheryl’s huge bedroom. Five glasses full of wine. Five girls all dressed in their pyjamas, all carefree, all so…high-spirited.
Glasses emptied, glasses fulled up. Many words were told, many secrets were shared, many revelations were made. Cheryl couldn’t help staring at Tony. Her hair, her nails, her pretty face. Her small feet that she tried to cover all the time as if she was ashamed of something. Cheryl always secretly loved feet. She didn’t think it was strange or weird or something, but she preferred to keep it to herself till some time. Apart from that, Cheryl had one more secret thing, thing that she was sure to accomplish that night.
«So…why don’t we play something more…intimate, huh?», Cheryl asked.
«Like what?», asked Veronica with suspicion.
‘Well you can tell us something about you and your Red’s relationship. Share some experience with us innocent girlies…»
«That’s personal, Cheryl. Don’t think I’ll ever discuss such details in such circumstances», Veronica replied quite angrily.
Suddenly Betty squealed and jumped to the side.
«Stop!», she demanded.
«What happened?» Cheryl asked.
«She tickled me!», Betty pointed at Tony and Cheryl’s heart started pounding ten times faster. «I can’t stand it!»
«Oh you poor thing, are you ticklish?» Cheryl asked trying to hide the arousement that was taking over her.
«Yea, and like, deadly! So don’t even try it!»
«What about you, girls?», Cheryl asked blinking at Tony. ‘Share your weakest spots, babies!»
«Well I’m astonishingly ticklish like everywhere but I guess my feet would be the worst», Betty giggled.
Tony seconded it and Cheryl nearly fainted.
«My sides are murder», Josie said shrugging.
But then…
«I’m not ticklish», Veronica said coldly.
«Well bitch that’s where you are lying!» Cheryl said. «Like nowhere?»
«Absolutely nowhere, girl», Veronica smiled. «By the way, what about you? You never said anything».
Veronica knew the answer, she knew it perfectly. The question was meant for all the other girls. Thing is, Cheryl was immensely ticklish. Like, hysterically. It was her secret thing but it also was her curse. She always tried to hide the fact of her own sensitivity but once it didn’t help and she got fully tickle tortured by her own Vixens in the gym. Veronica was a witness to it. Moreover, she was one of the girls who tortured her. Moreover, she was the one who tortured Cheryl’s feet driving her to the edge of madness.
«I’m not ticklish, Vee», Cheryl answered coldly imitating Veronica’s tone.
«I seriously doubt it», Veronica smirked. «How ‘bout a bet? Tickle me. Try to find a spot. Try to make me smile but you won’t. And if you don’t succeed that’ll be my turn».
Veronica was brave to offer it but the problem was she wasn’t sure at all. Veronica Lodge was frantically ticklish as a kid and her parents often used it and tickled her half-insane. One day Veronica decided not to be ticklish anymore. Since then when her beloved Archie Andrews tried to tickle her sides or neck she somehow could handle it! She wasn’t sure though if she could handle it now but her desire to bring some cold vengeance on Cheryl for all the times she made Veronica’s school life unbearable was stronger than her doubts.
Cheryl sighed.
«I say we do it. But there’s one condition though. They take part in too!»
Betty, Josie and Tony panicked. They turned white. Veronica looked victorious. Cheryl felt wet. There was a lot of wine in the Thornhill. The night was only beginning and oh girl was it promising…
Thornhill’s beautiful at night, Cheryl Blossom thought. Their family residence, residues of once great place full of lively memories that is now gloomy and dark. Well, not at this night. This was the night when Cheryl was planning to accomplish one of her greatest beginnings yet…or so she thought.
Penelope, her Mommy, left to the city. Nana Rose was taken to the hospital for her yearly examination. No one stayed in the Thornhill except for Cheryl. She’s a spider, hungry spider eager to savour some silly flies. Here they are, by the way.
Doorbell rang. Cheryl opened the door and was very satisfied to see that all the four flies arrived. Betty Cooper, kinda Nancy Drew-ish, pretty blonde. Veronica Lodge, hair nocturnal as the night itself, Rich Bitch. Josie McCoy, dark skin, curly hair, subtle constitution, the Singer. Oh and Tony, Tony Topaz, Little Snake.
«Thank y’all for coming, babes», Cheryl said wholeheartedly. «I couldn’t stand a thought of being here alone this night. And we are so going to have a girls’ night!»
«Thanks for inviting us, Cheryl», Betty replied. «I think we all may use some steam-releasing, aren’t we, girls?».
Everyone agreed that yea, course we may.
Cheryl’s huge bedroom. Five glasses full of wine. Five girls all dressed in their pyjamas, all carefree, all so…high-spirited.
Glasses emptied, glasses fulled up. Many words were told, many secrets were shared, many revelations were made. Cheryl couldn’t help staring at Tony. Her hair, her nails, her pretty face. Her small feet that she tried to cover all the time as if she was ashamed of something. Cheryl always secretly loved feet. She didn’t think it was strange or weird or something, but she preferred to keep it to herself till some time. Apart from that, Cheryl had one more secret thing, thing that she was sure to accomplish that night.
«So…why don’t we play something more…intimate, huh?», Cheryl asked.
«Like what?», asked Veronica with suspicion.
‘Well you can tell us something about you and your Red’s relationship. Share some experience with us innocent girlies…»
«That’s personal, Cheryl. Don’t think I’ll ever discuss such details in such circumstances», Veronica replied quite angrily.
Suddenly Betty squealed and jumped to the side.
«Stop!», she demanded.
«What happened?» Cheryl asked.
«She tickled me!», Betty pointed at Tony and Cheryl’s heart started pounding ten times faster. «I can’t stand it!»
«Oh you poor thing, are you ticklish?» Cheryl asked trying to hide the arousement that was taking over her.
«Yea, and like, deadly! So don’t even try it!»
«What about you, girls?», Cheryl asked blinking at Tony. ‘Share your weakest spots, babies!»
«Well I’m astonishingly ticklish like everywhere but I guess my feet would be the worst», Betty giggled.
Tony seconded it and Cheryl nearly fainted.
«My sides are murder», Josie said shrugging.
But then…
«I’m not ticklish», Veronica said coldly.
«Well bitch that’s where you are lying!» Cheryl said. «Like nowhere?»
«Absolutely nowhere, girl», Veronica smiled. «By the way, what about you? You never said anything».
Veronica knew the answer, she knew it perfectly. The question was meant for all the other girls. Thing is, Cheryl was immensely ticklish. Like, hysterically. It was her secret thing but it also was her curse. She always tried to hide the fact of her own sensitivity but once it didn’t help and she got fully tickle tortured by her own Vixens in the gym. Veronica was a witness to it. Moreover, she was one of the girls who tortured her. Moreover, she was the one who tortured Cheryl’s feet driving her to the edge of madness.
«I’m not ticklish, Vee», Cheryl answered coldly imitating Veronica’s tone.
«I seriously doubt it», Veronica smirked. «How ‘bout a bet? Tickle me. Try to find a spot. Try to make me smile but you won’t. And if you don’t succeed that’ll be my turn».
Veronica was brave to offer it but the problem was she wasn’t sure at all. Veronica Lodge was frantically ticklish as a kid and her parents often used it and tickled her half-insane. One day Veronica decided not to be ticklish anymore. Since then when her beloved Archie Andrews tried to tickle her sides or neck she somehow could handle it! She wasn’t sure though if she could handle it now but her desire to bring some cold vengeance on Cheryl for all the times she made Veronica’s school life unbearable was stronger than her doubts.
Cheryl sighed.
«I say we do it. But there’s one condition though. They take part in too!»
Betty, Josie and Tony panicked. They turned white. Veronica looked victorious. Cheryl felt wet. There was a lot of wine in the Thornhill. The night was only beginning and oh girl was it promising…