Rallen and Jeena at the Beach
It was very warm. The breeze from the beach was cool, brushing over Jeena's soft, pink hair. The young woman was in her late twenties, far from the wide eyed youth she had been when the Krawl had invaded, but not all that far from the age she'd been when the war finally ended, the Krawl leader defeated, the High Krawl those most human looking were now in jail.
"You're looking pretty today," Rallen said, sitting down next to her. He handed her a pink ice cream, matching her hair. He looked at his girlfriend, sitting in her light blue bikini, with the white wavy lines across it like a soft ocean wave dancing across the water.
"You say that everyday that we decided to date," she giggled.
"Well it is true," Rallen said with a wink at her. He sighed and laid on his back, putting his hands behind his head. "Though I never knew it would be just so boring here."
Jeena looked at him and giggled, slapping some sand onto his bare stomach. "How's that for fun and excitement?"
"You sassy, little thing!" he barked. He reached down to summon one of his partner Spectrobes, but had forgotten he'd left his equipment back at the office. Jeena's suggestion. She said it would be more romantic just the two of them. He had to admit, she was right about that. Watching her wink at him as she licked the pink frozen treat made her very look super cute.
"You're fault for dating someone cute like me," she teased, twisting next to him and kissing his lips with her icy ones. "Of course you lucked out and got a girl with brains as well as a cute body." She closed her eyes and placed her hands on her bare hips, swaying to the left the way she liked to do, "And don't you forget it mister!"
Rallen chuckled. "Well ya got yourself a boyfriend that is a great pilot, awesome Spectrobes master, and all around handsome dude, so I think it's a fair exchange."
The breeze started getting stronger where they sat, and Jeena's hair wiped wildly in her face as she stared at him. The young woman finished her cone, took his hand, and led him to an area that was warmer, with a bit less wind. The problem with this beach was that the weather was controlled by a machine, so it was even more unpredictable as normal weather was as the human mind could never really make up its mind.
She lay down on the white sand and looked at him with her bright eyes. "So what you think of the excitement now?"
He rose an eyebrow and cocked his head. "Being in a different part of the beach, with just us is ," his heart began to race. "Uh . Wait a moment .," he said with a gulp.
Jeena's own eyes went wide and she grasped a large amount of sand and tossed it at him. "Get your mind out of the gutter, you pevert!"
Rallen growled as the gritty sand struck his chest, and he lurched at her, grasping her wrists as he sat next to her. "Can't throw sand at me now," he teased.
"But I could scream," she snapped.
"Sure, but then we'd be kicked off the beach of your choice because the folks would realize its just a boyfriend and a girlfriend playing some games." He winked at her and leg go of her right hand, quickly tickling her bare stomach.
"Haha, hey no do not do that," she giggled, brushing his hand away from her stomach. "Now, that's not really fair, is it?"
Rallen laughed himself and brushed back just an inch. "Ah, but it really wasn't fair that one time last week when you blindsided me and tickled my ribs until I wet my pants was it?"
"Hey, you asked for that when you forgot our date, bub!" she said in indignation.
"I had some work to do," he protested. Then he smiled, and grabbed her arms up, pinning them under his legs. "But this, as you pointed out is for fun!"
"Hey now, I said I would scream!" she squealed, her eyes looking up at him, and at the soft blowing clouds that drifted on the pale blue sky. "And I will, you better know it, mister!"
"Scream, sure but I'm betting there's going to be a lot of giggling involved too." He ignored her squirming hands, and dug his hands gently into his soft stomach, wiggling the tips of them softly over her skin.
Jeena whimpered and bit her lips tight, closing her eyes as she squirmed to get away form her boyfriend. He was so going to pay for this when she got the chance to repay him. All she could do now was let her mind wonder, as the tips of his fingers wiggled and slid across her stomach.
"I'd tickle you're feet and underarms too, but right now I figure this is just a good place to stay for today," he teased. Rallen made his grip firmer, and began digging his fingers into her stomach, smirking as she arched her back as she thrashed her head back and forth. "You know this tickles, come on . let it out and laugh."
"No," she whimpered. She turned her head and snipped at his wrist, making him stop for a second. "Sorry about that, but you brought that on yourself," she teased with a wink. "You okay?"
Rallen blinked a few times too before he laughed. "Sure, but that means you brought it on yourself too," and with that he took his pinkie finger deep into her inner navel and slid it up and down.
"HEY AHA NOT THERE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, CUHUHUHUT IT OUT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She was thrashing now, and she nearly had her hands free from his legs.
"Thought that might do it," he teased. He pulled his finger out and twirled it just on the outer lip of it, around and around. "Round and round the rabbit hole," he teased singing a child's rhyme.
"Tehehehehehe stahahahahaop," she giggled with a whimper,
"Opps, fell in there, poor 'lil Alice went down the hole," he said in a baby voice, letting his pointer finger drop back into her navel.
"Gahahahahahahahad, now stahahahahahop it, you goof, ahahahahahahahahahahaha!"
"But this is so much fun!" he teased. With his free hand he poked her tummy he poked her tummy with his fingers.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M GOING TO GET YOU SO BAD AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," as always when he tickled her, her face was turning as pink as her hair. "YOU are sohoho mean!" she said, gasping as she stopped for a few seconds. "AHAHAHAHA CUT IT OHOHOHHOHOUT! COME ON TICKLE SOME PLACE OTHER THAN MY NAHAHAHAHAVEL, MY FEHEHEHEHEET OR UNDER THE ARMS OR MY RIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIBS, AHAH A TEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE BUT DON'T KEEP TICKLING MY BEHEHEHEHELLY BUHUHUHUTTON!"
"That's not mean," the young man said. The sun beat down on his hair, giving him a hint of auburn in the color. This is mean," he laughed, tickling her navel with his thumb, corkscrewing it back and forth. "See, thumbs up!"
Jeena threw back her head and screamed with laughed, bucking him as she tried to free her hands. A few curious people came by to see what was going on. Some blushed, others rolled their eyes playfully and walked away. One or two people had their eyes bug out, and Rallen thought for a moment they were going to try and run him and his girlfriend off the beach. They might have tried too, had the couple not been famous.
Rallen used each of his fingers to dip into her navel, as if they were fancy divers jumping into an Olympic style pool to do sync swimming.
"You are DEAHAHAHAHEAHAHAHAHAD! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, TEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE, YOU JEHEHEHEHERK, AHAHAHAHAHAHAH STAHAHAHAHAHAHOP, PLEHEHEHEASE!"
Rallen tickled Jeena's navel for ten minutes, before giving her a break. She lay in the dirt, her skin sweaty, and collecting the dirt onto her back and the back of her legs. She would have tried to say something to him, but she was so tired of laughing.
He brushed the hair out of her face, and let her have a few gulps of his soda. Then with a smirk, he reached over and grabbed something. When she asked what she was doing, he showed her a soft twig with a small little leaf he had found on the beach.
"No wait, wait, please no!" she begged.
He playfully ignored, and dragged the twig across her stomach like a feather, letting the tip of the leaf swirl around the inner edges of her navel. Jeena went mad with laughter, once more thrashing and arching her back as she tried to get freed. In and out, in and out, he pulled the leaf in her navel.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE GAWD STAHAHAHAHAHAHAOP! YOU'RE GOING TO SERIOUSLY MAKE MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE CRY!"
Rallen looked at his girlfriend, deep into her blue eyes and stopped his tickling. She was truly at her limits. Or just about. Feeling guilty, he tossed the twig away and rubbed her shoulders and sides to relax her, until the start of her sobs turned into whimpers and then a few sighs of relaxation. He smiled at her one last time, and quickly blew a raspberry or two straight into her navel, feeling her quivering skin against his lips.
"RAHAHAHAHAHAALLEN I MEAN IT, STOHOHOHOHOHOHOP NOW!"
"I'm sorry, Jen," he said, rubbing her shoulders again. He looked down, and saw just how pink her navel was from all his play, and blushed. "I really didn't mean to go that far, I was just having so much fun I wasn't even aware that you might not be too."
She purred as he rubbed her shoulders and looked up at him. "Well, who said I didn't for the most part?" she giggled. "I mean that was fun and a bit interesting. At least you didn't make me pee my pants like I did you."
"Hey, now maybe I should just make sure you do!"
Her eyes got wide and she lurched away from him, covering her stomach. "Oh no, you've tickled me long enough for one day."
"Says you," he teased.
"An hour, mister, you just tickled me for an entire hour!"
"But if you count the breaks I gave it wasn't exactly an hour," he said with a wink.
"Don't make me come over there," she said, crossing her arms. "I've already got reason for revenge now."
"But I got you out of revenge," he said, putting up his arms in defense. "We're even now!"
"Momma doesn't play to get even, Rallen," she said, poking his sides. "Momma plays to win!"
"Well, then let's have at it," he said with a wink. He lunged at her again, but she managed to slink away and pounce at him. The two spent the day pouncing and tickling each other until they were hoarse, sweating, and panting like a dog in a car during the middle of a hot Summer day.
Rallen knew one thing anyway, at least he wasn't bored anymore.
A TICKLISH FAIRY TAIL
Lucy Heartfilia, sat on the towel as she stared at the water on the beach. Her bikini top was orange with tiger stripes. Rather than make every mans' nose bleed at the sight of her totally exposing a lot of skin, she wore some shorts that were dark red, with a belt. She smiled, and lowered her eyes as a few guys passed by, their faces growing redder than her shorts. Okay, there's not much wrong with getting the guys to do what I want with my natural talent.
The warm air felt so good against her soft pink skin. Lucy wrinkled her toes in the sand, and giggled as a jogger nearly tripped over his legs. "Nice day, isn't it?" she asked with a sly wink.
"Well, um yeah," he stuttered, trying to hide his blushing face. The young blonde giggled fiercely at him, and ran her fingers through her hair. "Um, would you like me to rub some sunscreen on," he gulped. "You know, so you're pretty body doesn't get burned?"
"Awwww, aren't you cute?" she teased. "But I just put on a fresh batch a little while ago, see?" She lifted her a long leg, letting the light glance across her skin. He nearly fainted at the sight, and shook his head. "See, all done!"
"Oh, okay," he gulped and slowly turned away, leaving the young member of the Fairy Tail Guild. It was too bad, he seemed nice, kind of like Natsu. But there was only one Natsu, so too bad for this guy.
After a while, she got to her feet, and walked towards a medium sized building with what appeared to be a drinking sign on top. The bikini clad woman entered the building and sat down. Behind the counter there worked a very old woman, with gray hair and bulging eyes. She stared at the younger woman and turned back to her washing glasses.
"Can I help you?" she asked, eventually.
"Its about time," Lucy growled. "I've been sitting here for like, a good long time now, and you just now decided to ask me if I wanted something? How rude, I was planning on leaving in a few minutes if you hadn't done anything."
Still the old woman continued to work, her back to the young blonde. With a free hand she motioned to the room, which was packed with chairs and tables, and very few patrons. Actually no patrons at all. The building looked a lot longer on the inside than the outside. It was like a meeting hall actually. Everything was wooden and brown. "Does this look like a restaurant or a pub to you?"
"Well, kind of," Lucy said, her eyes twitching. The old woman turned and glared at her. "Well if its not, then what is it?"
"It used to be a pub, that much is true, but now well not many people come here at all anymore." She turned and stared at the girl, and smiled for just the briefest of seconds that it made Lucy's skin crawl. "But it is nice to have a visitor. I was considering selling the place."
"Well then, I'm glad I came in," Lucy said. "Is there anything to drink?"
"I have some lemonaide in the fridge," she said, walking towards the device. With the quickness of a cheetah she returned with the glass, sitting next to Lucy. "There you are," she said.
Lucy's eyes were so wide she had to bat her head back and forth to make them return to normal size. "Wow, you're quick for a woman of your years."
"There are a lot of surprises, my dear, in this world," she said, placing her leathery hand on the girl's hips.
"Hey, what do you think you are doing?" Lucy asked with a squeak as she took her glass.
"Oh, my apologies, my dear, I didn't hurt you, did I?" The old woman turned her head and tapped her chin in worry.
"Well, no harm done," Lucy said, rubbing her hips. "Actually it kind of tickled." She took a sip of the lemonade and looked at it. "Wow, this is so good, I haven't had anything this good in a long time!" She took another gulp from the glass and started to giggle. "Why don't many more people come here?"
The old woman chuckled. "Well, just not that many word of mouth, I suppose." She reached out and gently poked Lucy in her stomach, just right above her navel. The blonde squeaked and swatted her hand away.
"Stop that," she said with a slight giggle. "Seriously you shouldn't do something like that. Didn't you know that?"
"You have the voice and tone of an aristocrat," the old woman said, leaning back. "I used to work for them a long time ago."
"My father is a man of wealth, but I gave that all up to follow my dreams, and join the Fairy Tail Guild." The blonde took yet another gulp of the liquid, letting its ice cool touch fill her body.
"I see. You have the hint of Celestial Magic about you, I suppose you are very strong."
Lucy blushed and shrugged. "Yes, I do use Celestial Magic, and I can guess I am very strong." She finished drinking the glass, and asked for a second. The old woman smiled, and poked the girl's sides again, making Lucy eek and giggle. "My you are a touchy one, aren't you?"
"You have no idea, young lady," the woman cackled.
Lucy took a second glass, letting the wonderful drink flow in her, and then stopped. Wait, she cackled? Is she a witch?
The young woman didn't have much of a chance to consider that. Blackness quickly took over her, and she fainted.
When she woke up, she found her arms were tied high above her head. They were held to a pole by a pair of handcuffs. Lucy struggled and yanked at her wrists, but she was held tight. "What is going on here?" she howled in anger.
"You are very pretty when you are angry, my dear," the old woman said, slinking from the shadows.
"You, you are a witch! What do you want from me?"
"No, not a witch, but I am good with herbs that I can put into my drinks." She smiled and approached the bikini clad girl. "My, my, such a beautiful stomach you have. You're skin is so clean and new. I approve."
Lucy felt her eyes widen. "You pervert, let me go! I'm not into women!"
"To be honest, neither am I," the old woman said with a cackle. "At least not the way you fear I mean. No, I just enjoy skin, not the other more sensual things. A good few young men have been where you are too, just for your information." Her leathery face stretched as she smiled, and a finger shot forward to brush against Lucy's belly. Ever so slightly she twirled her finger across it in a circular motion.
"Stop, don't touch me," Lucy howled. She jerked away, and looked for the door, or a window for help. But there was nothing but blackness, besides a lone candle on a shelf.
"Oh, you can cry for help, but it won't do much good," the old woman laughed. "We're in my basement, which is a good twenty feet under the ground! No one can hear." She moved her hand over the girl's stomach and slowly scribbled with her fingers. "Now, how about a sweet laugh for me, eh?"
"No, no I won't laugh," she whimpered, twisting from the hand, her heart pumping. "You are a weirdo, sick and disturbed. I'm not going to laugh for you."
The old woman cackled again, and pulled a chair from the shadows, sitting down in front of the girl. "That's what everyone tells me, but they all do laugh in the end." Her hands clutched Lucy by her hips and kneading her there, holding her still so she couldn't wiggle as much. "Tickle, tickle."
Lucy shook her head, her blonde hair thrashing in her face, brushing against her brown eyes. She gasped and wheezed, trying to fight the laughter back. If she could get a key, to summon someone to help her. Anyone but Aquarius. She'd probably so enjoy me like this. "Get off, get off me!" Lucy tried to kick, but the chair blocked her legs from doing that.
"Such a violent young woman," the old woman croaked, tugging on her shorts to expose a few more areas of her hips. "Its not nice to kick a woman who gave you something to drink!"
"You gave me poison to knock me out!" Lucy howled. She bit her lips, and looked down to see the old woman press her lips against her smooth skin. The cracked lips against her belly was only worse as the elderly woman blew on her stomach. "Naaaaaaa, haha!" Lucy gasped and shut her mouth again, whimpering as the old woman turned to her hips.
"You see there, a laugh! And that's just the start!" The old woman's dark blue eyes twinkled. "I can see a smile across your face," she teased. "You are losing the battle." Her hands released Lucy's hips, and dug deep into the soft flesh of her stomach, wiggling and pressing inward, and then darting to different areas of Lucy's stomach and repeating the action. "I call this maneuver the tickling spiders. No where on your soft, beautiful skin is safe!"
"Stop," Lucy whimpered. She twisted and twirled, but the woman pressed further, blocking her straight against the wall. "No, please, no, I can't take take it, hehehe, hahaha!"
"There we go," the woman cackled. Her fingers tickled along the edges of Lucy's stomach. "A good spot here!" Slowly her index fingers slid down and then down and down again, moving inward of her stomach. "You like using your figure to get men to notice you, you like using it to show of your sexiness, well I suppose its worked to your disadvantage this time!" She threw her head back and laughed. "If you hadn't exposed your belly like this, you'd not be in this situation!"
"Nohoho, ahahahahahahahaha, stahahahahahahahap, oh gawd nohohohohohohohohohohohohoho!" Lucy's will broke and she thrashed as bad as she could as the laughter poured out of her. "Please stop tickling me, please! Don't tickle my feet or anything else!" God, my feet, I'll die!
"Actually I prefer only hips and stomachs, my dear," the old woman laughed. "Although I do like this little digit." She poked her index finger deep into Lucy's navel, and wiggled it.
The young woman's eyes went wide and she tossed her head back, groaning as it hit the brick behind her, as she roared with laughter. "AHAHAHA NO, I I HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, CAHAHAHAHAN'T TAKE IT THERE, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA, PLEASE TAKE YOUR FINGER OHOHOHOUT! HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Ah, the weak area! Good!" The old woman cork screwed her finger back and forth in the navel, letting the tip of her finger brush against the very back of Lucy's belly orifice. "Tickles so much, doesn't it?" she teased.
"YES! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH, GOD YES IT TICKLES TOO MUCH! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Lucy began to whimper and cry, as the woman tortured her navel with all of her fingers, and raspberried into it. "PLEASE I CAHAHAHAN'T BREATHE!"
The old woman finally gave her a break, letting her slump across the wall. She walked away, and returned with a towel. She patted Lucy dry, and then slipped her some more lemonade. The girl passed out again.
When she woke, she was still tied to the wall, and the old woman was ready. "Oh, god, no, not again! My friends will find me, they'll stop you!"
"Actually this basement has a magic spell on it," she laughed. "One year here, is equal to three hours out there," she nodded towards the stairs and the beach." She smiled. "I only tickled you for less than twenty minutes in basement time. You've only been gone a few minutes up stairs."
Lucy's eyes widened and she turned her gaze away from the old croon. "Let me go," she said softly.
"I will, but I intend to get payment for that lemonade. And this is how I enjoy getting my payment!" Lucy cried out in protest, but the old woman launched at her, ten bone thin fingers digging and pressing against her stomach.
"AHAHAHAHAHA, YOU ARE SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MEAN!" Lucy howled.
"I'm mean?!" the old woman growled, and tickled a bit harder, pressing against Lucy's left hip.
"NO, NO NO NO, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, NO YOUR NOT MEAHEHEHEHEHEAN! PLEASE I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS SAYING! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Lucy made herself jump up and down a bit, her breasts bouncing with her. "PLEASE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The old woman lessened her tickling, but didn't stop completely. Once again her index slipped into Lucy's navel, and the young blonde laughed so hard she started to cough. The old woman tickled her off an on for an hour, and then stopped.
"Now, ask me one thing, whose belly is this?" she teased, pointing at Lucy's stomach.
"Its mine," the heaving girl growled.
"Its whose?" the woman said, her voice snarling. Her fingers darted from one area to another, wiggling and sliding across Lucy's soft skin.
"ITS MINE, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Try again," the old woman said, raspberry her belly and navel.
"ITS MINE, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, STAHAOP LET ME GO, DAMN IT!"
"Swearing at your host gets you more," the old lady snapped, and inserted her finger into Lucy's navel. "Now, repeat after me. This belly, is your's, miss."
"ITS MY STOMACH, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, AHA STAHAHAOP!"
"Its mine, after all, I'm using it," the woman teased. "A sweet, and so soft tickle toy. I'm tempted to keep you here forever!"
"OH GAWD NOHOHOHOHOHOHO PLEASE, PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!" Her eyes were bulging, and she insanely looked down, quivering as those sharp, leathery digits tormented her skin. "OHKAY, OKAY, ITS YOURS! ITS YOUR BELLY!"
"My toy!" the woman said with a smile, her fingers tickling the ever growing pinkish red skin.
"YOUR TOY, ITS YOUR TOY, NOW PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHOP!" Lucy cried. Drool inched away from her mouth and dropped on her shoulder.
The old woman looked up and smiled. She turned and walked away, bringing a towel and a glass of white green liquid. "Now that was fun," she teased. She pressed the glass against Lucy's lips, and made her drink. "I'll remember this for a long time!" Then to the girl's surprise, she let her go.
"Just remember, those that flaunt their sexuality, usually have that very action bite them in the butt. The drink I gave you will restore your strength. But you better promise me you'll stop teasing people with that body with yours . Or I'll return to tease it. And next time, I'll never stop. In fact, next time every part of your body will get it!"
"Wait, you tortured me to teach me a lesson?" Lucy asked, totally bewildered.
"Well, that plus its fun!" The woman cackled again. "I did exaggerate how long you stayed here. Time does move quicker here than outside, but only by a day, not a year. You've been gone for about ten minutes from the outside world.
"How could you be so cruel!" Lucy snapped.
"How could you? Look at how many boys and men you teased with your skin?" she asked, eying her carefully. "You're a good girl, you really don't need to use your flesh to get what you want."
"I guess," Lucy said, still unsure she could be allowed to go free.
"Vanity is a weapon of destruction, remember that." The old woman snapped her fingers, and Lucy found herself outside on her towel.
"Hey, there you are," Natsu said, approaching her. "What the heck happened to you? I came here about ten minutes and you were totally gone!"
"An old woman was keeping me captive and torturing me over there," she said, jamming her finger at the building.
Natsu looked and frowned. "Where?"
Lucy turned and looked, and gasped. There was no building there at all. Just more sand. "But I don't understand," she whined.
"You say she tortured you? How?"
"Um, never mind that," she said with a shudder. "I guess I must have been dreaming."
"Were you?" a familiar voice asked. The two looked up and saw an old woman with an old man walking by. She didn't recognized the man, but the woman she knew all too well. "Careful of your certainty young lady. It can lead to hysterics." She winked, and the two elderly people disappeared around a corner.
"What on earth was that about?" Natsu asked.
"Umm never mind, look, its getting kinda late for me, I think we should just be getting back to the others."
"You sure?" he asked, looking up as she stood and pulled a shirt over her body. She nodded.
"Well then, okay. Lets go.
THE PRINCESSES AT THE BAY
</FONT>It was a bright day at the beach and for this one day, it had been leased to Princess Snow White, and her friends. Along with the young woman with the ebony hair and white skin, was Princess Aurora, Cinderella, Jasmine, Ariel, Belle, Pocahontas, Tiana, and Rapunzel. Each and every one a princess in her own right.
The sand was so soft, and clear, and pure white. And the warmth of the sun felt good on their bodies as they switched from their day clothes, to their swimming suits. The ladies walked to the edge of the ocean, and slumped down to the ground.
"Anyone feel like swimming?" Ariel asked with a wink of her eye.
"So long as you don't expect us to race you," Belle giggled. "I don't think anyone of us would be much of a swimmer against a mermaid."
"I don't know, Belle," Pocahontas said with a shrug. "I can swim pretty darn well, if I might say so myself."
"So, that's a challenge then?" the mermaid giggled.
"If you want to try," the Native American said. She brushed her black hair back behind her, and raced towards the ocean. With a strong pounce into the waves, she disappeared under the water.
Ariel smirked and rushed towards the ocean and disappeared as well.
"Come on girls," Cinderella said brightly. "Lets get into that boat and watch the fun!"
Deep below the waves a massive form of arms awoke. He sensed a difference in the currents, the movement of waves and paddling. Gazooks smiled. He had eaten only recently after a five hour hunt, which had left him very bored. He wanted something to play with and from what the currents were telling him, there was a lot of something up there just above him.
King Koo Koo had got him interested in the game a long time ago. True his talents had been known a bit before that, but the incident with the king's enemies had really slatted his thirst for it. For a while, fish and a few dolphins had sated his boredom, but this was a lot more interesting.
With a burst of strength he rushed upwards. This was going to be fun, so long as he could make sure he could keep them far enough from the bay that help wouldn't come for a while. He wanted to enjoy this for a good long time.
Pocahontas had managed to keep up with Ariel pretty well. They seemed neck and neck. Ariel gave a wink and changed form, her long legs dissolving into scales and a fin, and burst ahead.
I knew she was sassy, but that's just playing unfair. Pocahontas swam to the surface for a gulp of air, alerted the other girls what was going on, and dived again.
"That's so cheating," Rapunzel said, crossing her arms.
"That's Ariel," Belle said with a laugh.
"I just hope they don't try to get hurt," Snow White said.
"Oh, relax, there's no sharks or anything anywhere near here," Aurora said with a smile.
"Yes, but if they're not careful, they might pull something or ," her eyes grew wide as a large form under the water closed in on the two swimming princesses. "Oh my! What's that?"
"Too big to be a shark," Cinderella.
"Could be a whale," Tiana said narrowing her eyes. "But why is it swimming towards them so fast?"
The ocean began to heavy and bob. Dolphins and a few fish, even a medium groups with of sea gulls surged far away from the dark form.
"You guys, I'm not sure I like this," Jasmine said. Her bright blue suit soaked in the salt water as it slashed on her, her tan skin soaking up the rays of the sun. "I think we need to warn them!"
"But they're under the water," Snow White said, holding to the oar of the boat. "How can we?"
"Its almost on them!" Cinderella cried out.
He could sense the tension building. The women were far enough from the bay, that there was no need to worry about help, but they might have to fight. No, first he needed to get the two that were not on the boat.
He was at first concerned that they might have seen him, but with luck, they too had sensed something wrong, and looked away from him. Now was his chance. He launced towards them at speeds faster than even dolphins. He could see their bare, soft skin. The black haired girl had tan skin, the mermaid had pale pink skin. He smiled, and he shoot out his arms.
Ariel and Pocahontas surfaced from the waves, confused as to the panic of the animals. They looked at their friends' confused and freaked faces, and knew something was wrong. A second later, Belle pointed behind them and shouted for them to look out. But it was too late. Two arms reached out from under the water and grabbed the two young woman, lifting them high above the boat.
A few seconds later, a blob like thing rose up and glared down at the bikini clad princesses. It smiled, and shot out multiple hands, chuckling as the women tried to fight back. Gazooks managed to pull the oar from Snow White's hands and snatched her upside down by her ankle. Rapunzel was caught by her hair and then waist. Tiana was caught from behind, and lifted up by her wrists. Aurora tried to hold on to the side of the boat as he pulled her away, but he was stronger than her. Her fingers slipped and she was in his grasp. Cinderella tried to brace herself inside the boat, but he lifted it from the water and shook it, until she dropped into his grasp.
"What's going on?" Snow White asked.
"Just some fun," he cackled.
"It talks?" Tiana cried out, trying to pull away.
"Oh yes, I can."
"Let us go!" Bella demanded, slamming her fists against his spongy flesh.
"Oh no. Sorry." He smiled. "Now, let's have some fun. Ready?" He could taste their anticipation. "Aim!" he smiled, his arms pointing towards some very sensitive areas.
"Wait, what are you going to do?" Ariel asked. The blob thing had placed his soft hands against her navel and under her arms. Her wrists held tight.
Snow White lay on her belly, Gazooks holding her by her sides, her feet pinned down, and her toes pinned back. Rapunzel had been tied by her wrists and her legs by her own hair. Tiana was stretched tight in the form of a letter t. Four arms were held close to Jasmine's pits, a skinny tentacle in her navel, and a feathery hand resting comfortably on her stomach.
Pocahontas had actually been wearing a one piece suit, but Gazooks had torn the center of it, so he could see her bare stomach. Luckily she was sleeveless. Her feet were pressed up, her toes back so she couldn't wrinkle her toes. Belle was left untied, but she was so high up, there was no way for her to escape without getting hurt.
"TICKLE!" he cried out.
Just as he expected, they burst out laughing, without trying to hold it in.
"NOHOHO STAHAHAHAHAHOP," Ariel cried out. She wiggled like a fish on a hook. "GEHEHEHEHET OUT OF MY NAVEL, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Not my RIHIHIHIHIHIBS AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Snow White giggled. "PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHOP!"
Gazooks laughed and looked down at her. "Not the ribs? How about between the toes, then?" He slide his arm between her toes.
"TEE HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE THAT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAD!" She giggled.
"So now, who has the most ticklish navel, huh?" he lifted Ariel, Pocahontas, Jasmine and played with their belly buttons until the three girls were near tears. He laughed at their pleas to stop and only relented in his torturous play until they finally answered him in unison that each had the most ticklish.
Belle shifted and twisted in in one of his hands, the only of the girls not held down. She swung at approaching hands, kicked and snarled at him heroically. Occasionally she'd leave a spot defenseless, and he'd reached over and tickled it, making her squeal. Now he had her just as he had with Raggady Andy, on her back, as she tried to push his hand away from her bare stomach. She managed with her might to shove the leafy hand away for a split second before Gazooks returned it to her belly, and stroked it over and over. Belle threw her head back and howled with laughter.
"Why are you doing this, hahahahahahaha, why?" she cried, pushing back his hand for the umpteenth time. Her body felt like a thousand tickling needles shooting all over her body. He lifted one of her arms and twirled a leafy tentacle in circles under her left pit for a few minutes as well. "Stahahahahop."
"Because this is fun for me, and I like fun!" he bellowed with his own laughter.
"No, its torture," Ariel laughed, her throat hoarse.
"That remains to be seen," he said, rolling his eyes.
"We hahahahave boyfriends, ahahahahahahahand huhuhusbands," Aurora giggled, her face as red as a tomato. "They'll geheheheheht you for this!" Gazooks poked and prodded her ribs singularity.
"So what does that mean to me?" he chuckled. "I'm an equal opportunity tickler, in fact, one of the first time I attacked a large group, there were only two females, the rest were all men!"
He flipped Snow White on her side and gently tickled along the edge of her ears. When she clamped her hands over her head, he lifted her arms and tickled her underarms as well.
"Stahahahahahop, hehehehehehehehehehe, let us gohohoohohohoho! Please, we won't tell anyone, please let us ghohohohohohohohohoho! Hehehehehehehe, no nohohohohohohohoho not there." Her face was growing flush, but even with a blush, her face still seemed pale.
Their laughter was such music to his ears. "Yes, I've tickled both males and females. I will admit, females are much more pleasant for me to tickle, your skins are much softer and feel better to the touch. Although, its hilarious to see men wheeze with laughter, and laugh to the point of tears or wetting themselves."
"You are cruhuhuel," Tiana cried with laughter. She couldn't see her feet, covered with leaves and vines. It was a mass of extreme tickling sensation.
"Cruel would be to tickle you to death or forever," the monster cackled. "To make you remember what's happened."
He tickled them off and on for nearly an hour in a half. Honestly he'd been surprised by how much had passed, with no rescue. There was a hope that there might have been one by now, with even more 'toys' to play with. Still he wasn't as cruel as King KooKoo. After nearly two hours, he could see they had reached their limits. And it wasn't as if he had tickled them non stop.
The monster stopped tickling, and covered the nearly unconscious princesses with a powder. Belle went to ask what exactly he was doing, but darkness took her over. The last thing she heard before she passed out, "As I said, I'm not cruel. You ladies were fun, but I won't force you to remember this that might be too embarrassing. Its best I remember it."
The princesses awoke, laying on their towels, with the sun slowly slipping behind the horizon. None of them knew could remember what had happened, save for the race between Pocahontas and Ariel. As the sun vanished nearly disappeared, their beaus approached.
"You girls seem kind of shell shocked," Aladdin commented. "Something happen?"
"I'm not sure," Cinderella said, blinking. "We were swimming, and then, well, perhaps we got tired and returned to take a nap?"
"I can remember laughing a lot," Belle said. "But whatever we were laughing about, it wasn't all that funny, I don't think." She frowned and tapped her lips. Her brave prince poked her sides, making her squeak. "Hey, be nice!"
"Sorry, just thought I'd give you something funny to laugh at?" he said half apologizing as she elbowed him.
"Is that so?" Ariel asked.
"Maybe the boys would like to see that kind of medicine for themselves?" Tiana asked with a playful glint in her eyes.
A few seconds later an all out tickle fight broke out between the girls and guys, that lasted nearly ten minutes. Afterwards Belle lay back on her blanket and shook her head. "That seemed a bit familiar," she said wistfully. "However, it was a lot more fun than whatever we were laughing about before you got here."
Near the bay, Gazooks slowly peaked out as hard core laughter filled the air, and smiled at the scene. He was tempted to try and make a round two out of the deal with twice as many toys, but he shrugged it off.
"It depends on whose having fun, I suppose," he said to himself, as he heard Belle's voice. "I'll have to give some thought to that." Slowly he descended into the depths.
I woke in my room to see the smiling sun shining outside. I was ready to begin the day without a moment to lose. Putting on my black belly shirt, that exposed my cute innie belly button, I went outside and walked to my favorite coffee joint. As I entered, the scent of coffee wafted up my nose and I smiled.
"Hello," said a friendly man at the counter, "Would you care to try out our new BB Blast?"
"Um, sure," I replied.
Now that I think about it, the guy didn't look like the normal person at the counter, but it wasn't all that important at the moment. After finishing the odd, yet delicious coffee, I headed home to do some house work. On my trip home my head began to feel light, like it was going to leave my body. Again, I made a silly assumption that I was tired and decided to lay on my couch. Boom! I passed out. Out cold, lights out, dead as a door knob, whatever you want to call it. My dreams were crazy, convoluted, and reminding me a bit of the 70's.
It was when a someone called that I let go of my strange world and came back to the stranger world of the living.
"Wake up," said a familiar male voice that I swore I had recently heard.
I open my eyes and find myself in a dark room, conveniently tied to what felt like a queen sized mattress. A good choice, but that's besides the point. I glanced around in the darkness, hoping to better understand my surroundings.
"Where am I? Who are you?" I called to into the darkness.
"Here, let me shed some light and see what we have here," said the voice in the darkness.
As the lights turned on I noticed that this wasn't my room, but the room of some other person. Not much to look at, gray walls, a chair, a light and a door. There was a mysterious man walking over to the side of the bed that really caught my attention. As he smiled down at me and I cringed. I've seen plenty of movies, and when you're tied to a bed in a dull room with a guy smiling down at you, it's a good chance he's not planning a birthday party. More than likely he wants to chop you up or torture you to gets some answers. So, I bravely looked at my foe and asked my first question...
"Who are you?!" I demand, though my voice nearly cracked when I did.
"Please, allow me to introduce myself. You should know me by my username of Seargeant 4. Your username is BellyButtonBug, correct?"
I shook my head in agreement. This could be either a good sign or a bad sign. Then again, when someone you meet online drugs you and ties you to a bed...Let just say you get some weird ideas what they're planning to do. And all you perverts out there, get your minds out of the gutters, gesh.
"Good. Then let me go get my tools," Seargeant said as he left the room.
Whatever this guy is going to do to me, I can take it. I reassured myself. Then I had a realization. Oh my God he's getting tools, I'm totally fucked. How the hell do I get out of here.
Re-entering the room, the strange man returned with a box. He noticed me staring at it and tipped the box my way. How nice. Inside the box was a feather, a feather duster, an electric toothbrush, a q-tip, a paint brush, and a small black box. The bad feeling I had been feeling, you know that tight knot in your gut, that began to get tighter. I remembered what I had on my BellyButtonBug account, and considering what was in the box and how my belly was exposed, I now had a good idea what was going to happen next.
"What's in the box?" I ask innocently, trying to stay calm.
"Oh, you'll know soon enough, BellyButtonBug. Now, let's begin. I think I'll use this first," he held out the feather and twirled it in his fingers. "My, what a cute belly button you have. Is it ticklish?"
"No..." I sheepishly replied.
Searg lightly brushed the feather over my bare belly and I jumped a little. That devious grin on his face, oh how I wanted to punch him. He knew darn right I was ticklish, we had role played enough time for him to know what spots too.
"Do your worst Seargeant!" I hissed, instantly regretting my choice of words.
"Okay, if you insist, " he said, shrugging his shoulders.
He brought the feather down to my belly button and did light slow circles around it, getting closer and closer to my navel. The skin on my stomach tensed each time the feather rubbed over it. I chewed on my bottom lip, swallowing down as much of tickling sensation as I could. He paused a moment, which I dumbly assumed that it meant he was stopping and I could breath again. Wrong. The next thing I knew he thrust the feather down into my defenseless belly button. The laughter I had canned up burst out, coming out in a steady stream.
"Tickle, tickle, your belly button's ticklish," he sang. Though it was obvious, he just like to rub it in.
Seargeant did stop with the feather after a few minutes, allowing me to suck in more air. That wasn't the end, of course, he had a whole box full of stuff to use. He pulled out the small black box, the one I was the most worried about. Five inches by five inches, the little black box could contain anything. When Searg brought it over to me, a smug smile was on his face. He deliberately opened the box slowly to make me suffer. When he had it full open, out popped ten robotic hands that tickled, poke, probed, and pushed my belly button. Each taking their turn to torture my navel. I flopped about so much in trying to keep them away from my stomach, I gave myself a headache. I didn't know what was worse, them tickling me, or the throbbing in my head.
Once the hands were sealed away in their box, Seargeant pulled out the feather duster and slowly tickled my belly button. Yet again, I began to laugh uncontrollably. Little cowardly tears trickled out of my eyes. Good riddance to them, they were only making matters worse.
He set down the feather duster and gleefully pulled out the paint brush and tickled me with that. A big smile on his face as I giggled while being tickled. He made sure to get every little crease he could find in my navel. Which, is impressive yet annoying.
But he wasn't done there. Seargeant pulled out a q-tip and quickly swirled it in my belly button sending me into another fit of laughter. As he continued his assault on my poor navel, Serg slid the electric toothbrush out of the box and stuffed into my belly button. I was out of luck. I laughed and laughed until my sides hurt. That crazy guy left it in there and let it tickle me like crazy. My heart beat rapidly within my chest and given the opportunity, I'm pretty sure it would have jumped out and ran away.
Seargeant pulled out the brush and decided he'd have a go with my quivering navel. With his pointer finger, he swirled it around in my belly button for a bit. This wasn't as tickling, thankfully, so I was able to calm down for a bit. This break didn't last long though. Once he had his fun with that, he gave it twenty raspberries. Raspberry, breath,reassberri, breath, ect. Twenty times he did this. It was funny the first four times, but after a while it got old, yet it still tickled each time. It was probably a good think I didn't say that outloud, or he would have down more.
After all that, I was allowed a ten-minute break. And boy, did my belly button need it. The flesh in and around my belly button were bright red. The kind of red your face gets when someone catches you doing something stupid and you try to act like you either didn't do it or it wasn't that odd.
During the break, Seargeant had gone and gotten a brown plastic bottle.
"What's that?" I ask him, as he poured the unknown cool brown substance into my aching belly button. It seeped into my belly button, filling every crevice. I would know, i could feel it doing so.
"Chocolate sauce," he replied.
"What are you going to do?" I questioned, though I already knew the answer. I just hoped he wasn't going to what I thought he was going to do.
He gave me a devilish grin and knew he was up to no good. Putting his face close to my belly, he licked up all the chocolate sauce, enjoying every moment of it. Then he began to push it further in to be sure he got every last drop of chocolate out of my navel. No crevice, crack or crease was safe. Once he was sure of that, he tickled my belly button with his hot tongue.
Thankfully, I was give another ten minute break. Allow my muscles to relax and for me to think of all the wonderful sensation I had been feeling. Which, only account for about half of what he'd done to me. It felt pretty good at first, then it began to get irritating. At some point, I was going to break and that's when it'd get ugly. And I don't mean bar-fight ugly, I mean rat infest, dark alley ugly.