moriartyebb
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While I write for my own gratification, I've enjoyed enough of the stories on this site that I don't feel right not contributing something back. I'm no amazing writer, but I hope a few of you might enjoy this one. I'm trying to work on this as a small series, so long as my attention doesn't waver, I'll hopefully have a few more of Atomica and her friend Kerri's adventures. Hope at least a few of you enjoy.
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The Great ‘Atomica’ and her friend Kerri
Atomica flew over the city brushing the cement dust from her shoulders. Though only a few workers had been in the shoddy construction, it had still been dicey to remove them before the ceiling crushed them. It had been a surprisingly busy day. Three separate superhero teams had needed her, the strongest superhero in the world, for their own crises. One dimensional rift, an out of control super that was still figuring out their new powers, and an honest to goodness supervillain in need of restraint and capture. She was coming home when she heard the yells from the panicking construction workers.
“No more heroics today,” a chipper voice chirped to her. “You’ve been on the clock for over 14 hours. As mighty as you are, you still need sleep.”
“Yes mom,” Atomica replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
“Don’t give me that Lindsey ‘Atomica’ Mathews,” the voice chided. “I’m not above calling your mom. There are other superheroes. If you keep solving every problem, then you’re only encouraging them to only rely on you rather than actually become better hero’s themselves. You are hours past your shift.”
“Okay Kerri,” Atomica said, putting on a bit more speed. “I’m headed straight back home right now. Get the window, start the shower, and lay out my PJ’s. I’m in for the night. Let Dispatch know.”
“Tomorrow as well,” Kerri directed. “You need days off too.”
“I took a day off last week,” Atomica complained.
“You tried to take a day off,” Kerri complained right back. “You ended up helping the Tri City Sentinels with that idiot with the earth powers. You are taking a day off, a real one.”
Atomica sighed, smiling at her ever present friend.
“You win Kerri,” she replied. “Not like I can hide anything from you. You live rent free in my head.”
“That’s what happens when a mad scientist rips your mind and implants it into a supernatural digital framework.”
“You can interface with almost any computer in the world,” Atomica said, finally seeing her home base ahead and turning to fly into the penthouse balcony door. “Yet somehow, you are forever stuck in my head.”
As Atomica’s feet touched down, her entire body sagged.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” Atomica continued. “You have to experience everything through my muddled head. I still don’t know how that explosion melded our consciousnesses, and I won’t stop looking for a way to give you a real body back.”
“Nope,” Kerri announced. Though no one else would be able to see, a short perky woman with a blond pixie cut materialized before her, making Atomica jump. “No more gloomy gus Atomica. You are hereby Lindsey Mathews, and are not allowed to mope.”
“Kerri, I can’t just…gah!” Lindsey squealed as Kerri’s insubstantial form flickered forward and poked her in right in her belly. That her uniform covered the area made no difference.
“That is so not fair,” Lindsey whined, backing up, not that it would do any good. “You have complete access to my nervous system. It’s like having a tickle fight with a ghost.”
The sound of water raining down from the bathroom as the computerized controls were used, already steam was starting to flow from the doorway.
“I still see a dusty uniform,” Kerri’s little form glared up at her. A timer with 30 seconds appeared in the air over her gesturing hand. “Strip and be in that shower or we will explore the one crippling weakness of the great Atomica.”
Lindsey watched as the countdown ticked to twenty seven before tearing pieces from her uniform. Boots flew across the room, followed by the short cape, her gloves, before running into a problem. Her utility belt, in order to make sure villains could not simply remove it, had a coded lock pad. She fumbled with the belt’s security code multiple times, her fumbling fingers constantly pressing the wrong button before finally managing to get the click and release to sound. She was pulling the armor reinforced top over her head when she heard the small beep.
She squeaked, redoubling her efforts to peal the top over her head when she felt fingers dancing in the hollows of her arms.
“Gaaaaahahah…Kerriiii….staaahahahp…I cahahahn’t…”
The top caught on her elbow, trapping her as the felling of nails scrabbled across her sides, making their way up to her armpits, then making their way back down to her very pinch-able sides.
Despite her ability to fly, Lindsey felt her legs give out as she struggled to get the top over her head without ripping it into shreds. The outfits were both expensive and took forever to order new. She was down to her last three.
Not that shredding the garment would stop the tickling. There weren’t actually fingers tickling her right now. It was simply Kerri accessing her nerves directly, causing the feeling of fingers pinching, prodding, and scratching all over her torso.
Finally getting her top off didn’t stop the assault, the ghost of Kerri bending over her, small hands dancing in and out, causing Lindsey to buck and squirm on the floor..
“Poor Atomica, so serious, standing up for truth and justice, the powerful super in the world, squirming around on the ground, helpless before my terrifying tickle powers. Better get those pants, bra, and panties off. I’m not stopping until you get your athletic ass into that shower.”
“Kerihihihihi…” Linsdsey continued to squirm, her legs kicking through the immaterial form of her ghostly friend, her hands trying to cover her tickle spots. Kerri’s ghostly fingers simply phased through Lindsey’s clenched arms, digging into the hollows under her arms unfettered. Lindsey couldn’t stop laughing, squirming, and trying to unbutton her pants all at the same time. “I cahahahn’t do thihihihs when you are tihihihckling hehehehe.”
Finally, her thumbs pulled, the button from her pants shooting across the room and imbedding itself almost an inch into the wall.
“Naughty girl,” Kerri chided, floating backward, finally giving Lindsey a reprieve. “Breaking things, and now I have to order tailoring and another uniform for you.”
Before she could start again, Lindsey was already tugging off the ridiculously tight pants down over her backside exposing a pair of adorable pink panties.
“Of course, maybe I should let you run out of uniforms,” Kerri pondered, tapping a finger on her lips. “Then you’d have to stay in and actually take a break.”
“I don’t think you want me to go out saving people naked, and push came to shove, if lives were on the line, you know I would.”
Kerri scowled at that. Then a slow evil smile graced her lips.
“No, Kerri, I’m already getting undressed,” Lindsey shouted, pulling the pants down to her knees, struggling to remove them without ripping them any further.
Kerri continued smiling evily, floating downward, wiggling her fingers, the imaginary nails on her illusory hands lengthening and sharpening to points.
“Gahahah…” Lindsey burst out laughing as the feeling of ten nails began to trace cruel patterns over the heel of her right foot. She managed to get her pants down to her ankles when the nails started scratching along the arch of her foot. A involuntary spasm shot through her body at the electrifying touch, her hands darting over her mouth to hold back the scream trying to escape her mouth, her whole body rocking backward. Her legs, pinned together by the tights around her ankles, kicked forward and back frantically, her super speed activating sending gusts of wind through the penthouse, a few pieces of art on the walls rattling as she rocked her feet forward and back.
“Kicking doesn’t do any good little miss giggles,” Carrie said in a teasing sing song voice. “No matter where your feet go, my tickles cannot be escaped.”
A disembodied foot floated in the air in front of Kerri as Lindsey grit her teeth. Sharpened nails danced across the spectral foot as she wiggled her fingers across the sole. Vaguely Lindsey noticed how the toes would scrunch and wiggle in time with her own panicking motions, as well as how every scratch from Kerri’s nails could be felt as if on her own foot.
“Better get those pants off soon,” Kerri sang, her nails tapping across the heel, then scratching across the arch, only to circle and scratch at the balls of her foot. “I’m getting close to these adorably long toes.”
Lindsey summoned her determination, grabbing at her pants and pulling them sharply from around her ankles and off her body.
“I think I’ll start with the Big toe,” Kerri called. The first tap at the base of the big toe sent Lindsey into a spasm, her voice echoing off the walls as she screamed her laughter to the empty room. The nail dragged its way down the side of the toe only to begin scratching at the webbing between her big toe and her second toe.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream so loud,” Kerri laughed. “Let’s spread these toes. I wonder what it will sound like when I put one nail between each toe?”
The illusory foot stopped wiggling in the girl’s grip, the toes spreading wide. Kerri’s eyes met Lindseys, and she smiled.
“Kerri! Don’t!”
Ten nails dove down dragging themselves across the inner toes and across the inner webs skin between each toe. Lindsey’s whole body shuddered while a roar of laughter was ripped from her mouth.
“HAHAHAHAH…KEHEHEHERIIII…STAHAHAHAHAHAP….I CAHAHAHAN’T…AAAAAHAHAHAH.”
“Better get those panties and bra off,” Kerri chuckled. “I’m having so much fun seeing the big strong super hero helpless in my insubstantial hands that I don’t think I can stop. But I did promise to let you shower…if you can get your clothes off and actually get under that wonderfully warm water.
The nails scraped back and forth, unrelenting. The one dancing on the webbing next to her pinky toe in particular was to robing Lindsey of her reason.
Summoning up more will power than when she had to fight off the Xenaxtrian invasion, she reached one hand to her panties, and the other to her bra. No more finesse, she tore the fabric in one quick motion, then flew like a bullet to the bathroom door.
Kerri let the illusory foot fade, her nails returning to their former length, looking after where the great and powerful Atomica had fled. A few fading chuckles came from the bathroom, and Kerri found herself looking down at her body, feeling something she hadn’t dreamed of feeling since first loosing her real body.
“I’m showering,” Lindsey called out, her voice trembling slightly.
“Good,” Kerri called back, feelings running through her like she hadn’t felt in years…maybe ever.
She felt aroused.
But how could that be. She shouldn’t be able to feel anything.
“That was mean,” Lindsey called back over the sound of running water.
“I’m sorry,” Kerri replied tentatively. “I went a bit too far.”
The silence held for an uncomfortable amount of time before finally Lindsey responded.
“Maybe,” Lindsey replied, her voice hesitant. “I was being selfish though. I push myself, but forget that when I push myself, you have no choice but to come with me. You need to have your fun…I mean rest too.”
Looking inward, she found herself floating over to the door, peaking in at the beautiful beauty standing under the scalding water. She couldn’t help but watch as the water wound its way down over Lindsey’s exquisite curves.
Perhaps it was the sight of Lindsey, naked, eyes closed, running hands through her hair that she felt it. In reality, she was always with Lindsey, could recognize her weariness, her pounding heart, the flutter of…
That was it. She was feeling Lindsey’s arousal. She could actually feel it. Tickling turned the superhero on…and even better…Kerri could actually feel that arousal herself. She wondered if she could feel even more. If making Lindsey feel more could let her…feel more?
“Just let me know if I ever go too far,” Kerri called back. “I have access to your nerves, so there are other things I can do.”
“Honestly,” Lindsey called back. “You might be the only one in the world that can keep me honest. Didn’t think about it before, but having someone that actually can hold me accountable is, in the end, probably a good thing. Ultimate power and corruption and all that.”
Kerri smiled in wonder. “Yeah…you are important to me too. Not just cause I’m trapped in your head.”
“If anyone had to be trapped in my head, I’m glad it was you.”
“Get to showering,” Kerri laughed, noting the flutter in her heart that by all accounts should not be possible. “I’ll make sure food is ready. Take your time, but if you make me wait too long, I now know how to motivate you.”
“Cheeky little shit,” Lindsey called back, a laugh in her voice.
Kerri smiled. This was new, and deserved a proper amount of experimentation.
“Back at cha…”
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The Great ‘Atomica’ and her friend Kerri
Atomica flew over the city brushing the cement dust from her shoulders. Though only a few workers had been in the shoddy construction, it had still been dicey to remove them before the ceiling crushed them. It had been a surprisingly busy day. Three separate superhero teams had needed her, the strongest superhero in the world, for their own crises. One dimensional rift, an out of control super that was still figuring out their new powers, and an honest to goodness supervillain in need of restraint and capture. She was coming home when she heard the yells from the panicking construction workers.
“No more heroics today,” a chipper voice chirped to her. “You’ve been on the clock for over 14 hours. As mighty as you are, you still need sleep.”
“Yes mom,” Atomica replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
“Don’t give me that Lindsey ‘Atomica’ Mathews,” the voice chided. “I’m not above calling your mom. There are other superheroes. If you keep solving every problem, then you’re only encouraging them to only rely on you rather than actually become better hero’s themselves. You are hours past your shift.”
“Okay Kerri,” Atomica said, putting on a bit more speed. “I’m headed straight back home right now. Get the window, start the shower, and lay out my PJ’s. I’m in for the night. Let Dispatch know.”
“Tomorrow as well,” Kerri directed. “You need days off too.”
“I took a day off last week,” Atomica complained.
“You tried to take a day off,” Kerri complained right back. “You ended up helping the Tri City Sentinels with that idiot with the earth powers. You are taking a day off, a real one.”
Atomica sighed, smiling at her ever present friend.
“You win Kerri,” she replied. “Not like I can hide anything from you. You live rent free in my head.”
“That’s what happens when a mad scientist rips your mind and implants it into a supernatural digital framework.”
“You can interface with almost any computer in the world,” Atomica said, finally seeing her home base ahead and turning to fly into the penthouse balcony door. “Yet somehow, you are forever stuck in my head.”
As Atomica’s feet touched down, her entire body sagged.
“I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you,” Atomica continued. “You have to experience everything through my muddled head. I still don’t know how that explosion melded our consciousnesses, and I won’t stop looking for a way to give you a real body back.”
“Nope,” Kerri announced. Though no one else would be able to see, a short perky woman with a blond pixie cut materialized before her, making Atomica jump. “No more gloomy gus Atomica. You are hereby Lindsey Mathews, and are not allowed to mope.”
“Kerri, I can’t just…gah!” Lindsey squealed as Kerri’s insubstantial form flickered forward and poked her in right in her belly. That her uniform covered the area made no difference.
“That is so not fair,” Lindsey whined, backing up, not that it would do any good. “You have complete access to my nervous system. It’s like having a tickle fight with a ghost.”
The sound of water raining down from the bathroom as the computerized controls were used, already steam was starting to flow from the doorway.
“I still see a dusty uniform,” Kerri’s little form glared up at her. A timer with 30 seconds appeared in the air over her gesturing hand. “Strip and be in that shower or we will explore the one crippling weakness of the great Atomica.”
Lindsey watched as the countdown ticked to twenty seven before tearing pieces from her uniform. Boots flew across the room, followed by the short cape, her gloves, before running into a problem. Her utility belt, in order to make sure villains could not simply remove it, had a coded lock pad. She fumbled with the belt’s security code multiple times, her fumbling fingers constantly pressing the wrong button before finally managing to get the click and release to sound. She was pulling the armor reinforced top over her head when she heard the small beep.
She squeaked, redoubling her efforts to peal the top over her head when she felt fingers dancing in the hollows of her arms.
“Gaaaaahahah…Kerriiii….staaahahahp…I cahahahn’t…”
The top caught on her elbow, trapping her as the felling of nails scrabbled across her sides, making their way up to her armpits, then making their way back down to her very pinch-able sides.
Despite her ability to fly, Lindsey felt her legs give out as she struggled to get the top over her head without ripping it into shreds. The outfits were both expensive and took forever to order new. She was down to her last three.
Not that shredding the garment would stop the tickling. There weren’t actually fingers tickling her right now. It was simply Kerri accessing her nerves directly, causing the feeling of fingers pinching, prodding, and scratching all over her torso.
Finally getting her top off didn’t stop the assault, the ghost of Kerri bending over her, small hands dancing in and out, causing Lindsey to buck and squirm on the floor..
“Poor Atomica, so serious, standing up for truth and justice, the powerful super in the world, squirming around on the ground, helpless before my terrifying tickle powers. Better get those pants, bra, and panties off. I’m not stopping until you get your athletic ass into that shower.”
“Kerihihihihi…” Linsdsey continued to squirm, her legs kicking through the immaterial form of her ghostly friend, her hands trying to cover her tickle spots. Kerri’s ghostly fingers simply phased through Lindsey’s clenched arms, digging into the hollows under her arms unfettered. Lindsey couldn’t stop laughing, squirming, and trying to unbutton her pants all at the same time. “I cahahahn’t do thihihihs when you are tihihihckling hehehehe.”
Finally, her thumbs pulled, the button from her pants shooting across the room and imbedding itself almost an inch into the wall.
“Naughty girl,” Kerri chided, floating backward, finally giving Lindsey a reprieve. “Breaking things, and now I have to order tailoring and another uniform for you.”
Before she could start again, Lindsey was already tugging off the ridiculously tight pants down over her backside exposing a pair of adorable pink panties.
“Of course, maybe I should let you run out of uniforms,” Kerri pondered, tapping a finger on her lips. “Then you’d have to stay in and actually take a break.”
“I don’t think you want me to go out saving people naked, and push came to shove, if lives were on the line, you know I would.”
Kerri scowled at that. Then a slow evil smile graced her lips.
“No, Kerri, I’m already getting undressed,” Lindsey shouted, pulling the pants down to her knees, struggling to remove them without ripping them any further.
Kerri continued smiling evily, floating downward, wiggling her fingers, the imaginary nails on her illusory hands lengthening and sharpening to points.
“Gahahah…” Lindsey burst out laughing as the feeling of ten nails began to trace cruel patterns over the heel of her right foot. She managed to get her pants down to her ankles when the nails started scratching along the arch of her foot. A involuntary spasm shot through her body at the electrifying touch, her hands darting over her mouth to hold back the scream trying to escape her mouth, her whole body rocking backward. Her legs, pinned together by the tights around her ankles, kicked forward and back frantically, her super speed activating sending gusts of wind through the penthouse, a few pieces of art on the walls rattling as she rocked her feet forward and back.
“Kicking doesn’t do any good little miss giggles,” Carrie said in a teasing sing song voice. “No matter where your feet go, my tickles cannot be escaped.”
A disembodied foot floated in the air in front of Kerri as Lindsey grit her teeth. Sharpened nails danced across the spectral foot as she wiggled her fingers across the sole. Vaguely Lindsey noticed how the toes would scrunch and wiggle in time with her own panicking motions, as well as how every scratch from Kerri’s nails could be felt as if on her own foot.
“Better get those pants off soon,” Kerri sang, her nails tapping across the heel, then scratching across the arch, only to circle and scratch at the balls of her foot. “I’m getting close to these adorably long toes.”
Lindsey summoned her determination, grabbing at her pants and pulling them sharply from around her ankles and off her body.
“I think I’ll start with the Big toe,” Kerri called. The first tap at the base of the big toe sent Lindsey into a spasm, her voice echoing off the walls as she screamed her laughter to the empty room. The nail dragged its way down the side of the toe only to begin scratching at the webbing between her big toe and her second toe.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream so loud,” Kerri laughed. “Let’s spread these toes. I wonder what it will sound like when I put one nail between each toe?”
The illusory foot stopped wiggling in the girl’s grip, the toes spreading wide. Kerri’s eyes met Lindseys, and she smiled.
“Kerri! Don’t!”
Ten nails dove down dragging themselves across the inner toes and across the inner webs skin between each toe. Lindsey’s whole body shuddered while a roar of laughter was ripped from her mouth.
“HAHAHAHAH…KEHEHEHERIIII…STAHAHAHAHAHAP….I CAHAHAHAN’T…AAAAAHAHAHAH.”
“Better get those panties and bra off,” Kerri chuckled. “I’m having so much fun seeing the big strong super hero helpless in my insubstantial hands that I don’t think I can stop. But I did promise to let you shower…if you can get your clothes off and actually get under that wonderfully warm water.
The nails scraped back and forth, unrelenting. The one dancing on the webbing next to her pinky toe in particular was to robing Lindsey of her reason.
Summoning up more will power than when she had to fight off the Xenaxtrian invasion, she reached one hand to her panties, and the other to her bra. No more finesse, she tore the fabric in one quick motion, then flew like a bullet to the bathroom door.
Kerri let the illusory foot fade, her nails returning to their former length, looking after where the great and powerful Atomica had fled. A few fading chuckles came from the bathroom, and Kerri found herself looking down at her body, feeling something she hadn’t dreamed of feeling since first loosing her real body.
“I’m showering,” Lindsey called out, her voice trembling slightly.
“Good,” Kerri called back, feelings running through her like she hadn’t felt in years…maybe ever.
She felt aroused.
But how could that be. She shouldn’t be able to feel anything.
“That was mean,” Lindsey called back over the sound of running water.
“I’m sorry,” Kerri replied tentatively. “I went a bit too far.”
The silence held for an uncomfortable amount of time before finally Lindsey responded.
“Maybe,” Lindsey replied, her voice hesitant. “I was being selfish though. I push myself, but forget that when I push myself, you have no choice but to come with me. You need to have your fun…I mean rest too.”
Looking inward, she found herself floating over to the door, peaking in at the beautiful beauty standing under the scalding water. She couldn’t help but watch as the water wound its way down over Lindsey’s exquisite curves.
Perhaps it was the sight of Lindsey, naked, eyes closed, running hands through her hair that she felt it. In reality, she was always with Lindsey, could recognize her weariness, her pounding heart, the flutter of…
That was it. She was feeling Lindsey’s arousal. She could actually feel it. Tickling turned the superhero on…and even better…Kerri could actually feel that arousal herself. She wondered if she could feel even more. If making Lindsey feel more could let her…feel more?
“Just let me know if I ever go too far,” Kerri called back. “I have access to your nerves, so there are other things I can do.”
“Honestly,” Lindsey called back. “You might be the only one in the world that can keep me honest. Didn’t think about it before, but having someone that actually can hold me accountable is, in the end, probably a good thing. Ultimate power and corruption and all that.”
Kerri smiled in wonder. “Yeah…you are important to me too. Not just cause I’m trapped in your head.”
“If anyone had to be trapped in my head, I’m glad it was you.”
“Get to showering,” Kerri laughed, noting the flutter in her heart that by all accounts should not be possible. “I’ll make sure food is ready. Take your time, but if you make me wait too long, I now know how to motivate you.”
“Cheeky little shit,” Lindsey called back, a laugh in her voice.
Kerri smiled. This was new, and deserved a proper amount of experimentation.
“Back at cha…”
