TKLVR181
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Hey guys, this is a story Senshi wrote for me for my birthday and sent to my email, not sure if I'd be ok with him posting it--but it's sooo cool I HAD to. Full of slight injokes, such as "Can't Touch This" (his "I'm feeling 'lerish" song😛), etc. A few bad words, 'cuz of his portrayal of my attitude when being tickled. Yes, I know, Karen posted another story where she gets tickled. 😛. But this one was just too good to keep to meself. Thank you SOO much, Senshi!!
~K
Karen X.P.
“Aww come on, granma – just half an hour?”
I barely heard a forced sigh above the pounding of the rain outside, and then the reply; “fine, but after that I want you off! You’ve been spending way too much time on that Internet lately.”
I chuckled. “Thank you, granma!” I said in my sweetest little-girl voice. I hit the power button and sat waiting for the thing to load. A low rumble turned my head and gave me the shivers. This was about the worst storm I’d seen in a while. I turned back to the computer and frowned.
“Get a move on” I muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall. Thinking maybe something was wrong with the power outlet, I wiggled the plug at the back with my fingers – just as I was blinded by a huge flash of lightning. The thunder after it came and went, but here’s the strange thing – the light didn’t fade. That, and I couldn’t feel anything. Not my back against the chair, not the computer in my lap, nothing.
A few hazy images floated through my head. Silhouettes of people accompanied by familiar voices, dark shapes that shifted from form to form, and long, drawn-out, echoes.
Finally my vision – and consciousness – started to come back to me, bit by bit. I stood up and looked around. I turned and – HOLY CRAP!! Karl’s head towered over me – it, alone, must have been fifty feet tall – and I stumbled backwards and fell onto my butt, with my mouth agape. He stared back at me with a goofy grin on his face, completely motionless. Too motionless…
It took me a few moments to realize that it was, in fact, just an image. I cursed the fecker under my breath and stood up. What the frell are those? I could see a line of distant items, lined down the side of “Karl’s” face. I read the writing beneath them; ‘My Documents’? ‘Recycle Bin?’
Ahhh. It hit me. I looked down and, surely enough, a ‘Start’ button lay at the corner of the room. Somehow that bolt of lightening must have zapped me into his computer as I twiddled with the plug on mine. I smirked – what kind of loser has his own photograph as his desktop wallpaper? Oh well - maybe if I didn’t talk to him so much I’d have ended up at a nicer computer. Why didn’t I send more fan-mail to Johnny Depp!?
Suddenly a rumbling sound filled the room. Yeah, I recognised it – it was the windows ‘Log-In’ jingle. With a whoosh, a pitch black portal opened up near the Start button and in he came. Karl was dressed in his usual red t-shirt, but was wearing black sweatpants. Strangest of all, looming over his shoulder was what looked like a highly unstable electric-blue shadow, the outline of which rippled and waved like water.
Karl didn’t seem to notice me as he drifted into the centre of the room. He tilted his head upwards and a segment of the blue shadow shot itself out, like a supernatural arm, and grasped the ‘My Documents’ icon. Immediately a whole new – albeit smaller – room appeared in the centre of this one. The walls were plain white and packed with icons.
I coughed impatiently. He heard me. His eyes darted to the side and locked onto me immediately. I recoiled a little, and then frowned back defiantly.
“What the heck am I/are you doing here!?” we said together.
He cocked his head. “I reckon you got zapped in here by lightning, probably caused by fiddling with the plug at the exact moment of a lightning strike and a power surge. The amount of time our computers spend connected via Internet is probably what brought you to my computer.”
I stared back, slightly shocked, and raised an eyebrow. “Good guess, Lassie.”
He grinned.
“Now how about getting me the heck outta here!?”
He grinned wider, and looked at me over the top of his glasses. Crap.
“Dontcha wanna have a little look around first, huh?” He was toying with me, and we both knew it. Smarmy sonofabitch.
“I’d love to.” I said, and giggled at the look of mild shock on his face. No way was I giving that eejit the satisfaction.
“Well first thing’s first” he said, with unmistakable mischief; “MS Paint.”
The blue shadow behind him shot upwards into multiple arms and grasped the Start button. They pulled it up into a menu, and then pulled out further submenus, until they found MS Paint – at which point, it was grabbed and the menus released. The arms stretched it into roughly the size of the desktop.
“Drag and drop!” he said, laughing, and those weird-ass arms shot towards me. Before I could say anything, they had dragged me across the room – and, from the sensation in my tummy, through another dimension – and deposited me right in the middle of the traditional MS Paint board. He threw me the pencil icon.
“Knock yourself out” he said. I cocked my head and began to draw. Within a few moments of touching the……. “paper”, the pixellated line turned into a line as solid and real as I was. I gasped and felt a rush of excitement. For some reason I drew a ladybug and watched as it crawled away from me, in all its monochrome glory. I was aware that Karl was back at the desktop, flinging icons around at an alarming speed, as though those makeshift hands were his own.
“Windows Media…” I heard him mutter. And then I heard it, and the bottom of my stomach dropped out.
“Can’t touch this!”
“KAAAARRRRLL!!!!” I shouted in mock frustration, and blushed. Crap – I knew what was coming next.
Karl appeared above me, grinning like a maniac and holding the Media Player window in his hands. He slid the volume up slowly until that horrible tune seemed to come from the walls themselves, and then he threw the window into nothingness. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, giggling nervously, but sharply clamped my arms back at my sides when I felt a poke in my ribs. I opened my eyes to see what had done it, and realised that the bugger had drawn a poking stick. It even had “poking stick LOL” written on it.
I leaped to my feet to face him, breathing heavily. By this point he was helpless with laughter. I was not amused. Suddenly, his electric shadow seemed to withdraw back into him, and he dropped to his feet in front of me, smirking.
“GO!” he shouted, and he lunged at me. Bloody hell, the speed! No way could he move that quickly in real life, because within a split second I was on my back.
“Oof!! Hey!!”
“Hehe, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself. Trust me, you’ll laugh.” He winked.
“Oh right, I have no doubt about that somehow-heheHEHEHAHAHAHEHEY!!!!”
I squirmed as he dug into my sides, and laughed loudly.
“LEHEHEHE- LEMME GOHOHO!!”
“Nyaha, naaah, you love it, don’t you!” He stuck his tongue out at me, and I blushed.
“Nuh-UH!”
“Yeeeaah you do – look, I even put your favourite song on in the background for you!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I HAHAHAD NOHOTICED!!!!” I tried to push his hands away, but they were firmly planted into my sides, tickling every single rib with those evil EVIL fingers!! Gah!!!
He waved the paintbrush icon around and drew something at the sides of me – immediately, I felt a weight on my arms, pinning me to the ground.
“Whahat the heck have you just drawn!?”
”Knees” he said, without a hint of humour. “I drew them to kneel on you so that I’m free to move around.”
I’m sure a genuine anime sweat drop must have appeared on my forehead. Only he could do something that pointless. He sat on my legs and pulled my top up to above my tummy, and then he turned the paintbrush in his hands, looking at it. He looked dangerously thoughtful.
“Wh-what are you-“
”Yup!” He answered. Smart-ass…
I flinched massively as I felt a tickle on my ribcage – gah, crap – he was dragging the bristles of the brush down my sides! I squirmed against the poorly-doodled knees and giggled and blushed for all I was worth.
“HEHEheheh stahahahap thihihis!!! HEHEHEHehahah yohohohou’re EHEHEVIL!!!”
“Awww, does it tickle?? Then why don’t you just sit up, huh?” He was loving it…
He began to tease my bellybutton with the bristles of the brush.
”NYAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” I sucked my stomach in, but immediately he grab-tickled it with his free hand, and I exhaled sharply and howled with laughter. The music seemed to be teasing me like an unseen crowd. Karl twirled and spun the brush, and then dusted down my tummy with it, as I struggled and laughed and blushed ferociously.
After a minute or two, he stopped.
“Having fun, sis?” he giggled, and he poked me right under my arms. I jumped.
“HeheHEHEHehe shahahaddap!” I stuck my tongue out at him. He recoiled in pretend shock.
“Well!! That does it!” He said, and he reached across for the pencil icon.
“Wh-what are you drawing now, huh?”
“A feather” he grinned. I gave a sigh. A feather didn’t sound too bad. They tickle a whole lot – especially if you’re being teased with them. But then he said three little words that turned my blood to ice.
“Copy and paste!”
“YOU DARE!!!”
Before I knew it, about half a dozen wiggling feathers had surrounded me, and they looked like they wanted a piece of me.
“No way am I gonna let you get away with thihihis!” I giggled. “Karl, I give you my full permission to unleash those animated feathers upon me at your own discretion.”
My stomach churned.
“WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY!?”
Karl was doubled over laughing. Next to him hovered a new window – Microsoft Word. I see – he typed my dialogue into it and made me say what I did.
“As you wish, dear sister!” he laughed, and the feathers began to get slowly, torturously, agonisingly closer. After what seemed like forever, I felt the tip of the first one brush my hip, and after that they all gradually closed in, tickling and teasing me – slowly but constantly.
“I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve” he muttered, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. With that, he leaned forward and began tickling my armpits. This, coupled with the teasing feathers, was almost too much – and when he leaned in and blew a fat-ass razzie on my tummy as well, it nearly sent me over the edge.
“TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT”
“GYAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAHAHAY UNCLE UHUHUNCLE!!!!!!”
He sat back and snapped his fingers. The feathers and the knees disappeared and I lay on my back panting. The music faded away and the only other sound was him, chuckling like a gremlin. He opened his mouth to brag, but I was on my feet.
“YOU BLOODY SHIT!!! BLOODY BUGGERING SHIT-TING BUGGERHEAD!!!!!”
Inwardly I was hysterical with laughter at the sight of his terrified face. Within moments, he was attatched to an email.
“Tickle-lover… eighteen… at hotmail… dot com. There!” I stood back. “NOW we’ll see how you like MY computer!!!” He blushed and shook his head as I laughed like a maniac and hit ‘Send’.
The End
~K
Karen X.P.
“Aww come on, granma – just half an hour?”
I barely heard a forced sigh above the pounding of the rain outside, and then the reply; “fine, but after that I want you off! You’ve been spending way too much time on that Internet lately.”
I chuckled. “Thank you, granma!” I said in my sweetest little-girl voice. I hit the power button and sat waiting for the thing to load. A low rumble turned my head and gave me the shivers. This was about the worst storm I’d seen in a while. I turned back to the computer and frowned.
“Get a move on” I muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall. Thinking maybe something was wrong with the power outlet, I wiggled the plug at the back with my fingers – just as I was blinded by a huge flash of lightning. The thunder after it came and went, but here’s the strange thing – the light didn’t fade. That, and I couldn’t feel anything. Not my back against the chair, not the computer in my lap, nothing.
A few hazy images floated through my head. Silhouettes of people accompanied by familiar voices, dark shapes that shifted from form to form, and long, drawn-out, echoes.
Finally my vision – and consciousness – started to come back to me, bit by bit. I stood up and looked around. I turned and – HOLY CRAP!! Karl’s head towered over me – it, alone, must have been fifty feet tall – and I stumbled backwards and fell onto my butt, with my mouth agape. He stared back at me with a goofy grin on his face, completely motionless. Too motionless…
It took me a few moments to realize that it was, in fact, just an image. I cursed the fecker under my breath and stood up. What the frell are those? I could see a line of distant items, lined down the side of “Karl’s” face. I read the writing beneath them; ‘My Documents’? ‘Recycle Bin?’
Ahhh. It hit me. I looked down and, surely enough, a ‘Start’ button lay at the corner of the room. Somehow that bolt of lightening must have zapped me into his computer as I twiddled with the plug on mine. I smirked – what kind of loser has his own photograph as his desktop wallpaper? Oh well - maybe if I didn’t talk to him so much I’d have ended up at a nicer computer. Why didn’t I send more fan-mail to Johnny Depp!?
Suddenly a rumbling sound filled the room. Yeah, I recognised it – it was the windows ‘Log-In’ jingle. With a whoosh, a pitch black portal opened up near the Start button and in he came. Karl was dressed in his usual red t-shirt, but was wearing black sweatpants. Strangest of all, looming over his shoulder was what looked like a highly unstable electric-blue shadow, the outline of which rippled and waved like water.
Karl didn’t seem to notice me as he drifted into the centre of the room. He tilted his head upwards and a segment of the blue shadow shot itself out, like a supernatural arm, and grasped the ‘My Documents’ icon. Immediately a whole new – albeit smaller – room appeared in the centre of this one. The walls were plain white and packed with icons.
I coughed impatiently. He heard me. His eyes darted to the side and locked onto me immediately. I recoiled a little, and then frowned back defiantly.
“What the heck am I/are you doing here!?” we said together.
He cocked his head. “I reckon you got zapped in here by lightning, probably caused by fiddling with the plug at the exact moment of a lightning strike and a power surge. The amount of time our computers spend connected via Internet is probably what brought you to my computer.”
I stared back, slightly shocked, and raised an eyebrow. “Good guess, Lassie.”
He grinned.
“Now how about getting me the heck outta here!?”
He grinned wider, and looked at me over the top of his glasses. Crap.
“Dontcha wanna have a little look around first, huh?” He was toying with me, and we both knew it. Smarmy sonofabitch.
“I’d love to.” I said, and giggled at the look of mild shock on his face. No way was I giving that eejit the satisfaction.
“Well first thing’s first” he said, with unmistakable mischief; “MS Paint.”
The blue shadow behind him shot upwards into multiple arms and grasped the Start button. They pulled it up into a menu, and then pulled out further submenus, until they found MS Paint – at which point, it was grabbed and the menus released. The arms stretched it into roughly the size of the desktop.
“Drag and drop!” he said, laughing, and those weird-ass arms shot towards me. Before I could say anything, they had dragged me across the room – and, from the sensation in my tummy, through another dimension – and deposited me right in the middle of the traditional MS Paint board. He threw me the pencil icon.
“Knock yourself out” he said. I cocked my head and began to draw. Within a few moments of touching the……. “paper”, the pixellated line turned into a line as solid and real as I was. I gasped and felt a rush of excitement. For some reason I drew a ladybug and watched as it crawled away from me, in all its monochrome glory. I was aware that Karl was back at the desktop, flinging icons around at an alarming speed, as though those makeshift hands were his own.
“Windows Media…” I heard him mutter. And then I heard it, and the bottom of my stomach dropped out.
“Can’t touch this!”
“KAAAARRRRLL!!!!” I shouted in mock frustration, and blushed. Crap – I knew what was coming next.
Karl appeared above me, grinning like a maniac and holding the Media Player window in his hands. He slid the volume up slowly until that horrible tune seemed to come from the walls themselves, and then he threw the window into nothingness. I covered my ears and closed my eyes, giggling nervously, but sharply clamped my arms back at my sides when I felt a poke in my ribs. I opened my eyes to see what had done it, and realised that the bugger had drawn a poking stick. It even had “poking stick LOL” written on it.
I leaped to my feet to face him, breathing heavily. By this point he was helpless with laughter. I was not amused. Suddenly, his electric shadow seemed to withdraw back into him, and he dropped to his feet in front of me, smirking.
“GO!” he shouted, and he lunged at me. Bloody hell, the speed! No way could he move that quickly in real life, because within a split second I was on my back.
“Oof!! Hey!!”
“Hehe, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself. Trust me, you’ll laugh.” He winked.
“Oh right, I have no doubt about that somehow-heheHEHEHAHAHAHEHEY!!!!”
I squirmed as he dug into my sides, and laughed loudly.
“LEHEHEHE- LEMME GOHOHO!!”
“Nyaha, naaah, you love it, don’t you!” He stuck his tongue out at me, and I blushed.
“Nuh-UH!”
“Yeeeaah you do – look, I even put your favourite song on in the background for you!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA I HAHAHAD NOHOTICED!!!!” I tried to push his hands away, but they were firmly planted into my sides, tickling every single rib with those evil EVIL fingers!! Gah!!!
He waved the paintbrush icon around and drew something at the sides of me – immediately, I felt a weight on my arms, pinning me to the ground.
“Whahat the heck have you just drawn!?”
”Knees” he said, without a hint of humour. “I drew them to kneel on you so that I’m free to move around.”
I’m sure a genuine anime sweat drop must have appeared on my forehead. Only he could do something that pointless. He sat on my legs and pulled my top up to above my tummy, and then he turned the paintbrush in his hands, looking at it. He looked dangerously thoughtful.
“Wh-what are you-“
”Yup!” He answered. Smart-ass…
I flinched massively as I felt a tickle on my ribcage – gah, crap – he was dragging the bristles of the brush down my sides! I squirmed against the poorly-doodled knees and giggled and blushed for all I was worth.
“HEHEheheh stahahahap thihihis!!! HEHEHEHehahah yohohohou’re EHEHEVIL!!!”
“Awww, does it tickle?? Then why don’t you just sit up, huh?” He was loving it…
He began to tease my bellybutton with the bristles of the brush.
”NYAHAHA NOHOHOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” I sucked my stomach in, but immediately he grab-tickled it with his free hand, and I exhaled sharply and howled with laughter. The music seemed to be teasing me like an unseen crowd. Karl twirled and spun the brush, and then dusted down my tummy with it, as I struggled and laughed and blushed ferociously.
After a minute or two, he stopped.
“Having fun, sis?” he giggled, and he poked me right under my arms. I jumped.
“HeheHEHEHehe shahahaddap!” I stuck my tongue out at him. He recoiled in pretend shock.
“Well!! That does it!” He said, and he reached across for the pencil icon.
“Wh-what are you drawing now, huh?”
“A feather” he grinned. I gave a sigh. A feather didn’t sound too bad. They tickle a whole lot – especially if you’re being teased with them. But then he said three little words that turned my blood to ice.
“Copy and paste!”
“YOU DARE!!!”
Before I knew it, about half a dozen wiggling feathers had surrounded me, and they looked like they wanted a piece of me.
“No way am I gonna let you get away with thihihis!” I giggled. “Karl, I give you my full permission to unleash those animated feathers upon me at your own discretion.”
My stomach churned.
“WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST SAY!?”
Karl was doubled over laughing. Next to him hovered a new window – Microsoft Word. I see – he typed my dialogue into it and made me say what I did.
“As you wish, dear sister!” he laughed, and the feathers began to get slowly, torturously, agonisingly closer. After what seemed like forever, I felt the tip of the first one brush my hip, and after that they all gradually closed in, tickling and teasing me – slowly but constantly.
“I’ve got one more trick up my sleeve” he muttered, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. With that, he leaned forward and began tickling my armpits. This, coupled with the teasing feathers, was almost too much – and when he leaned in and blew a fat-ass razzie on my tummy as well, it nearly sent me over the edge.
“TTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHBBBBBBBBBTTTTTTTTTTT”
“GYAHAHAHAHA OKAY OKAHAHAY UNCLE UHUHUNCLE!!!!!!”
He sat back and snapped his fingers. The feathers and the knees disappeared and I lay on my back panting. The music faded away and the only other sound was him, chuckling like a gremlin. He opened his mouth to brag, but I was on my feet.
“YOU BLOODY SHIT!!! BLOODY BUGGERING SHIT-TING BUGGERHEAD!!!!!”
Inwardly I was hysterical with laughter at the sight of his terrified face. Within moments, he was attatched to an email.
“Tickle-lover… eighteen… at hotmail… dot com. There!” I stood back. “NOW we’ll see how you like MY computer!!!” He blushed and shook his head as I laughed like a maniac and hit ‘Send’.
The End
