"I'm telling you," one mage said. "It's impossible."
"Probably," the other agreed.
"Can you imagine how cute it would be if she did though?" A third chimed in.
Lucy put down her drink and turned to Mira-Jane. "What are they talking about?" She asked curiously. She ignored the sounds of the all out war behind her, unconsciously moving her head as a stray beer bottle flew across the room, and travelled the path were her head had been a few seconds earlier and smashed against the wall.
"Oh," Mira said as she cleaned a beer glass with a cloth. "They're talking about Erza laughing."
Lucy blinked. "But Erza doesn't laugh," she pointed out.
Mira nodded. "That's why they are talking about it. They think it would be cute if she did," the always smiling woman explained. "Can you imagine Erza laughing?" She asked.
Immediately an image came into Lucy's head of a group of mages lying on the ground unconscious while Erza stood over them, laughing manically, the purple sky flashing with thunder."
The blonde haired mage shivered. "Yeah, I can."
Later that night
One again, clad in black S&M gear, Lucy tapped the riding crop against her hand. "You really don't learn do you?" She asked Erza, amusement in her voice.
Erza hung her head but refused to say anything. Once again, she had been caught by Lucy breaking into her panty drawer. She was now tied at the ankles, thighs, below her breasts and her wrist with ropes. Once again, Lucy had taken her down easily. She coughed. "You're not going to whip me again are you?" She asked, trying to put some sternness back into her voice.
"Well," Lucy said, "I think it would be pretty difficult to whip you with a feather."
Erza looked up in confusion. "A feather?" She asked, spotting the object now in Lucy's hand instead of the riding crop. "What are you going to do with
?" it was then she noticed that her boots had vanished. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Lucy, a nervous smile on her face.
"Lucy, we're friends, aren't we? You wouldn't do that to a friend," she asked with a nervous smile.
"Yes," Lucy agreed. "We are friends, yet you keep trying to steal my panties."
"Err," was all Erza could say.
Lucy crouched down. "Thieves need to be punished," she said with a sweet smile.
"Lucy please," Erza begged.
"Well, if you want it that bad, stop complaining," the blonde said as she sat down on Erza's legs.
"Wait," Erza protested. "I didn't mean
"Too late," Lucy said pressing the feather against Erza's sole and lightly rubbing it back and forth.
Ezra's lips twitched as her face scrunched up.
Seeing this, Lucy grinned and sped up the feather.
Erza was able to hold out for a few more seconds before
"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Lucy grinned and ran her fingers over Erza's other sole making the scarlet haired mage shriek and laugh even louder. "Lucy
please," she panted out.
After a few minutes, Lucy stopped to give Erza a breather. The S-rank mage panted and huffed as she thried to blow her hair out of her face.
"Get your breath back," Lucy advised her. "For the next stage of your punishment, we're going between your toes."
Erza whimpered as she tried to plead for mercy, only to recover Lucy's smug grin in return.
Lucy waited until Erza's redness had died down before she began to tickle her soles again. Once she had Erza laughing again, she slowly began to bring her hand and feather up to between Erza's toes.
By the time, Erza realised where Lucy was, it was too late for her to plea again.
Lucy dug her fingers and the feather between Erza'a toes and began to tickle.
Erza sat up sweating and breathless, her feet tingling like mad. "Not again," she groaned.
Lucy grinned in her sleep. "Yes Erza, again."