Can’t Weasel Out of This One

“What kind of young horny boy could resist a rather blatant proposition by a pair of deviously erotic twins?  Certainly not Lias, though perhaps his evening would have been a little more bearable if he had.  Bound up ever so tightly, the torturously ticklish tomcat can only cry and howl with laughter as his naked soles are playfully scratched and sensually lickled.  Denied even the ability to orgasm, sexually teased beyond endurance, Lias is learning that sometimes things are too good to be true.  Even sexy identical twins.”

Another stunning commission from my good friend and partner in crime.  This time it’s his evil weasel twins, Sky and Star.  Judging by the pleasure they’re taking in all of this, I think Lias is in for one hell of a night. 

Enjoy!

Happy Birthday Cheshire, 2011!

This is the story I wrote for Cheshire's birthday in 2011.  Chesh has always had a thing for my succubus gal Venla, so for his birthday I decided to let her show him a very, very good time.  Hope you enjoy it almost as much as he did!

 

Happy Birthday, Cheshire

Cheshire awoke, shrouded in darkness. He tried to turn over, to fall back asleep, and found that he couldn't. Something was fastened to his wrists, holding his arms and stretching them high above his head. Attempts to move his legs proved equally futile. When he tried to call out for help, he realized his mouth was filled with something round and rubbery, resisting all efforts to spit it out. From the softness under his outstretched body and the fluffy pillow propping up his head, he figured out he was probably still in bed. And most disconcerting of all, the cool air swirling over his skin told him he was mostly naked!

He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Someone had stripped him, gagged him, and tied him spread eagle to his bed. Not your typical morning. He summoned up his earlier memories. It was his birthday, and he'd been out all night partying with his friends. Cali had gotten roaring drunk and started snogging Isa in the corner. Mab and he had engaged in a rousing drinking game, ending with both of them getting completely hammered. He'd stumbled home, perfectly happy and utterly wasted, knowing he'd suffer for his fantastic evening when the sun rose.

Well, now he was most certainly awake and this wasn't the blistering hangover he was expecting. Only time would tell if this was an improvement. After all, this certainly wasn't the first time he'd woken up tied to his bed. Honestly, it probably wouldn't be the last.

Suddenly, a bright light filled his vision, making him turn away and blink for a moment until the colored haze left his eyes. A single floodlight shown down from the ceiling, illuminating Cheshire's taut body and engulfing the bed in a pool of light. The bed, which Cheshire realized for the first time, was not his own. The plush mattress was circular, covered with red satin sheets and fluffy black pillows.

Before he could assimilate this new information, and possibly panic over being kidnapped, he was distracted by the sound of someone softly singing. The voice was sweet, yet rich, like fresh honey; the melody was all too familiar. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

Into the light strolled an alluring and exotic young woman. Her nude curvaceous body was the color of creamed coffee, her shoulder length hair the shade of autumn leaves. Charcoal grey horns curled around her pointed ears and two small wings fluttered from her back. A long, pointed tail curled around her juicy thigh. Her eyes were eerie, with blood red irises surrounded by yellow. Her expression was almost bashful, unusual for a succubus. All in all, she was a sight to terrify and entice.

"Happy Birthday, Cheshire Ca~aterling, Happy Birthday to you!" she finished, her full onyx lips curling up into an adorable smile. Suddenly her face fell, her lips turning pouty. "Though, I guess it isn't your birthday anymore. You went to sleep too late... But you don't mind a delayed birthday present do you?" she asked, strolling up the bed and sitting down on the edge next to Cheshire.

The furry feline's mind was racing. He'd seen this girl around Wakupogue College. What was her name? Started with a V... Van... Ven... Venla, that was it! Quite the little seductress, from what he'd heard. He had definitely been tempted the first time he'd seen her. Now, gazing upon her sensual body in all its glory up close... But wait, she was a succubus. That was the answer! This was a dream! Succubi could naturally enter the dreams of slumbering folk, altering them as they pleased. All he had to do was concentrate, and he should be able to wake up...

Venla saw the scrunched up look on his face, and burst into merry giggles. "Oh, you really are smart! You figured that out quick! But it won't do you any good. You have a strong will and know what you're doing. But," she added, leaning over and planting a sweet kiss on his nose, "I've had centuries of practice at this. This is my dream, and you can't wake up until I say so. So there."

She caressed his bearded cheek with a soft hand, giving him a truly affectionate smile as she gazed into his golden eyes. "But don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact," she cooed, now rubbing her warm palm over his bare chest. Cheshire couldn't deny that her touch was electrifying. "You see, I've heard from some very reliable sources that you've provided some delicious pleasure to a great deal many woman over the years. And I thought it was high time you got some tender affections for yourself. And I heard it was your birthday today... yesterday... recently," she said, her erotic expression giving way to a very cute confused look.

She shook her head, and continued. "So, this is my birthday present you to! A very naughty dream with your own personal succubus. You... might need to change your sheets after you wake up tomorrow," she giggled, crawling into the bed and taking a seat right between her legs. Every little motion made her bountiful breasts jiggle in a way that drew Cheshire's eyes against his will.

Before he could come to grips with his situation, Venla shivered mightily, sending delightful tremors through her luscious curves. "Brrr, this floor is soo cold! And you're soo hot... you wouldn't mind, warming up my feet for me, would you?" she asked sweetly, drawing a single finger up to her smiling lips. Without waiting for a reply, she planted her soles right onto Cheshire's naked chest.

"MMMmmmmmph!" cried out the feline. Her feet were like ice! It felt like someone had dropped two large slabs of chocolate ice-cream on his chest. His nipples instantly hardened at the frigid contact as he struggled against his bonds. No luck. The ropes and cuffs were well designed and firmly attached.

"Mmmm, you're so very warm, Cheshire. It's like heaven on my poor, cold tootsies. Just a little more and they'd be nice and toasty." To speed up the process, she began to rub her soles back and forth across his nipples. The velvety friction did indeed heat up her feet, but the feel of those creamy soles stroking his nubs had another effect. They were incredibly stiff now, and not just from the cold.

As Venla's naked feet warmed up against Cheshire's sensitive flesh, she lifted them up and propped her heels on the man's chest, offering him an up close look at her soles. Her skin was flawless, with subtle wrinkles down her arches and cute pudgy toes. He felt himself growing just a little hard as he gazed at her light brown soles.

Venla's face wrinkled with concern as she looked between her feet at him. "Hmmmm, oh, that's right! You prefer long toes, don't you? Well, I think I can help you out with that." She began to wriggle her toes quickly, rubbing them against each other. As she did, her digits began to elongate, stretching out. She then spayed out her slim, slender toes, wiggling them for Cheshire's benefit. "See, now they're nice and long. Just the way you like them." The growing bulge between his legs announced his agreement.

"Hehehe, I've never had my toes this long before. They're kinda like little fingers, aren't they? Hmm... I wonder..." she said, a mischievous expression crawling across her lovely face. Stretching out her legs, she dipped her toes into Cheshire's helpless underarms and began to wiggle them about.

"Mmmfff!!! Rrrrmmmph!! Eeerrrmffff!" howled Cheshire, tugging at his arms and futility trying to bring them down. Those toes tickled like mad, skittering all around his sensitive hollows. Venla licked her lips at his obvious distress, digging her digits even deeper into the soft, tender skin.

"Oh, wow, they really tickle, don't they? But you like being tickled by a woman's toes, don't you? Mmm, you must be loving this. All tied up, completely at my mercy, giggling into your gag. Tickle, tickle, tickle..."

Cheshire laughed around his gag, as his ticklish underarms were assaulted by those devious little toes. But the poor feline couldn't deny Venla's words. Even as he felt tears of mirth sliding down his cheeks, his cock began to strain against the oddly slick underwear. "Rrrrrmmmfff!! MmmUUUmmmmfff!" he cried out, unable to even beg for mercy... or more.

At long last, Venla seemed to tire of teasing his underarms, lifting up her feet and stuffing them into Cheshire's face. She began to caress his purple skin with her fleshy soles, their smell reminiscent of a smoldering campfire. Cheshire moaned with pleasure at the touch of those gorgeous feet, wallowing in the sensual attention.

As Venla began to caress his chin, she let out an adorable giggle. "Hehehe! Oh, your beard tickled my feet! Oh, and I like it! Hehehehe!" She began to run her ticklish soles even faster over his green bristles, chuckling up a storm with every pass. Her laughter was like fine champagne, sweet, bubbly, and thoroughly intoxicating. Cheshire found himself shaking his head, the better to brush Venla's wriggling soles with his soft beard.

"Oh gahahahad! Thahahahat tickles tohohoooo much! Hehehehe, don't stop, don't stahahahap!" she laughed, holding down her knees with her hands. Her toes danced merrily for Cheshire's amusement as her delightful laughter ran in his huge ears. Even bound up so tightly, the fact that he was tickling this cute girl so deftly was deeply arousing. He wished this moment could last forever.

Sadly, it was over far too quickly. Unable to restrain herself any longer, Venla pulled her ultraticklish soles away from his scratchy beard and tried to catch her breath. "Wow! Hehehehe! That really tickled! I had no idea facial hair could be that tickly! Gotta remember that one! But enough fun for me. Time to show you a little affection."

Once again, she rested her bare feet on Cheshire's chest, inches from his nose. The sight of those heavenly smooth soles, so deliciously tender and wildly ticklish, made him moan with desire. Venla giggled and began to whisper in a sultry tone. "Mmm, I know what you want. You want to lick my bare feet, don't you? To lavish them with that rough tongue of yours, making me scream with laughter and delight. To suck on my long, slender toes and nibble them until I beg you to stop... and them keep going. To bite and rub and suckle and tickle my helpless bare feet until I cream myself over and over and over again. Especially now that you know just how... sensitive they really are. Why, I bet you want nothing more than to spend the rest of the night worshiping my feet. Don't you? Don't you?"

Cheshire stared at her a moment, speechless even without the gag. His eyes wide, he simply nodded as a tiny whimper of yearning escaped his lips. Venla smiled at him with affection, but her eyes glowed with an evil glint.

"But that won't happen. Cause I'm not taking off that gag or letting you anywhere near my feet for the rest of the night. Mmm, doesn't that just kill you? Doesn't that just drive you simply insane with longing? To be so tantalizingly close and yet unable to do a single thing? Mmm, I bet it does. However, I know something else. You get off on being denied as well. You love the fact that my ticklish little feet are inches from your mouth, and you can't have them. Hehehe, I can even see how much this denial is getting you off," she said, her eyes drifting down to the tight little pup tent between his legs.

Cheshire marveled for a moment, even within his high state of arousal, how Venla could know all the right moves to seriously turn him on, without ever even meeting him. Then, he wanted to smack himself. Of course! She's a succubus! They gain their energy, their lifeforce by tapping into their victim's sexual desires. Reading into a person's secret passions was one of their most potent skills.

Well, if lust was what Venla was after, she was certainly treating Cheshire right. He could feel a little trickle of precum wetting the tip of his penis, as his entire body flushed with restrained arousal. He almost moaned with despair as those alluring soles were drawn away from his hungry gaze. The sexy succubus swung her legs around and rolled onto her tummy, her legs kicked up into the 'pose' and her face mere inches from Cheshire's loins.

"You know, even after hundreds of years, the inventions of mortals never ceases to amaze me. Who else but horny mortals could even think of something like edible underwear..." she commented, licking her lips. With a sinking feeling, Cheshire realized why his undies felt so peculiar. He stared at her wide eyed, not entirely sure if he should be hoping for or against.

"You know, Cheshire, since I wasn't invited to your party, I never got to have any birthday cake. Oh, well, I guess I'll just have to enjoy my own tasty treat," she giggled, leaning down and gently nibbling away the candy fabric around Cheshire's balls. He shivered as those luscious lips brushed against his scrotum and his balls dangled in the cool air.

With delicate little bites, Venla ate up the sugary undies, slurping up the thong strap like spaghetti. As she slowly nipped the coverings around his bulging manhood, her nails softly teased his inner thighs. Not enough to draw muffled laughter, but enough to get him squirming. She paused to chew thoughtfully, staring down at the last quarter sized scrap resting over the crown of his cock. Then she plunged the whole tip of his penis into her mouth, sucking hard and giving his slit a playful lick as she swallowed the last piece.

"Mmm, much better than a slice of cake, wouldn't you agree?" she said in her soft, sultry tone. Cheshire's cock was giving her performance a standing ovation, precum dripping. Cheshire was so keyed up by this enticing stimulation that he could barely contain himself. More than anything, he wanted to screw Venla and screw her hard. To break from his bondage and embrace her in a full on mindless rut.

Venla seemed to sense his mounting desire, waggling her finger at him like a school teacher. "Oh, you naughty boy, you. Now you want to play with me. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. We've got all the time in the world to enjoy each other. And right now, I want to enjoy your stifled screams." With that, she began to lightly dance her sharp claws under Cheshire's dangling balls.

Oh, it tickled! Oh god how it tickled! Cheshire's entire body tensed up like he was being electrocuted, howling wildly into his gag. His overwhelming hysteria only increased as Venla stroked the points of her nails along the underside of his engorged cock. Venla giggled, running her fingernails all over his massive penis and his tender balls. "Ooo, how ticklish you are? Mmm, I love seeing you like this. So horny, so ticklish, unable to anything about anything I'm doing. Simply delicious..."

"MMMMMMFFFFF!!! EERRRRMMMMMFFFF!!! PPPPPPFFFFFFFMMMM!!!" he screamed incoherently, unable to believe how torturous the tickling was becoming. Every cruel caress of those pointed claws only made him more aroused, which heightened his sensitivity even more, which in turn made him much more ticklish. A vicious cycle that could only have one conclusion...

Venla seemed to realize this as well, remarking "I bet I could tickle you like this for hours and hours, and you'd cum bucket loads for me, screaming with laughter every second. And you wouldn't even be able to pass out, cause you're already dreaming. Why, I bet that would drive you simply insane, wouldn't it? Luckily for you, today is your birthday and I'm feeling extra generous."

With a grateful sigh, Cheshire felt those wicked nails surrender his ticklish cock and relinquish their assault. Gasping for breath around his gag, he giggled and mewled for a few moments. Then, suddenly, the most heavenly sensation enveloped his tortured member. Soft, squishy, and blessedly warm, the sensations drew a harsh purr from his aching throat. He glanced down to see Venla's massive breasts hugging his penis, surrounding them in their fleshy embrace.

"Mmm, doesn't that feel so much better? I know I love the feel of a nice hard cock between my boobs. Let's see if we can't ease your tension just a little, hmmm?" she said, beginning to rock back and forth on her belly. Her breasts began to slide up and down his member, gliding along its length with butter soft smoothness. Cheshire's eyes began to roll back in his head as his toes curled with indescribably pleasure.

"I bet I could keep you going like this forever," Venla sighed, still cupping Cheshire's cock in her bountiful bosom. "But we've got a long night ahead of us and oh so much to do. What say we hurry you along just a tad?" she said, before leaning down and gently licking the tip of his penis.

"MMMMMMMMMMM!!!" he cried out, eyes opening wide as his stretched body shivered with passionate euphoria. A few more gentle laps of that slick, wet tongue was all it took. With a fierce scream of pleasure, he erupted into a mind shattering orgasm. Hot cream jettisoned from his cock, flooding Venla's mouth and covering both her breasts and his penis. She chuckled at his intense joy, licking the cum from her breasts as she waited, allowing him to marinate in his bliss.

After a few moments, Cheshire's cock began to slowly wilt as his body cooled down. Just as his mind began to clear, he felt a rather naughty touch on his softening member. Looking down, he saw Venla lean forward again and lap up another droplet of cum from his manhood. Even so soon after his orgasm, he felt a stirring in his loins at the sensual feel of her tongue.

Venla blushed slightly, shrugging her shoulders at him cutely. "Well, I have to clean you off somehow, and I don't have a towel. Mmm, but don't worry, I don't mind. You taste absolutely divine. Makes me almost want to... take a bite!" she said, gently nibbling the side of his member.

"MMMMMFFFF!!!! EEERMMMMFF!!" he howled, shaking once again in his bonds. Her teeth tickled like nothing else, filling his stomach with fluttering butterflies. Tears of laughter flowed down his cheeks as he chuckled madly. But then, she began to lick him once again, running her luscious tongue along his sensitive balls.

He barely had a chance to moan with delight before those fiendish teeth once again tickled up and down his naked cock. A rather sinister pattern quickly emerged, where she'd lick him just long enough to make him purr with pleasure, before sending him back into ticklish hysterics. Over and over and over again, until his cock was both shining clean and incredibly hard. Distracted by the up and down rollercoaster, Cheshire hadn't realized how quickly he'd become horny again. The burning ache for a climax once again ravaged his loins.

Venla gave him a playful wink, spinning around and sitting once again on her pert little ass. She scooted backwards, resting her ankles on his waist. "Now, then, you naughty boy, I don't want you to think I'm cruel," she said coyly, twirling her hair between her fingers. "Just because I won't let you like my tender little feetsies. So, instead, I'll give you the next best thing. A nice relaxing foot massage."

Cheshire was confused by her words for a moment, until those long creamy soles descended upon his swollen member. She rubbed his cock languidly, stroking it from the soft squishy balls of her feet all the way down to her round, firm heels. The feel of those taut, tender arches making sweet love to his penis was enough to earn a passionate moan and a few teardrops of precum, which slicked down his cock making it all the easier for her feet to glide back and forth, back and forth. A rumbling purr rolled through Cheshire chest as he gazed upon the enchanting succubus with true affection.

But Venla was only just starting. Her slender, monkey-like toes wrapped around his member firmly, pumping him up and down. Her other foot reached up to cup the crown of his penis with her toes, gently rubbing the tender tip. Up and down, around and around her delightful digits played with his cock, fueling his elation and stoking his passion. Before long, he could feel his body seizing up for yet another orgasm.

Venla ever so gently teased the slit of his penis with her middle toe, stroking it in just the right way to set him off. He roared his ecstasy into his gag, his back arching tremendously as the climax ripped though his body. Hot pink delirium soaked his mind, as his cock shot steaming cum into the air. He collapsed into a stretched, sweaty heap, his muscles like jello and his limbs like rubber. His skin tingled with the after effects and he gazed upwards into Venla's smiling face.

"Mmm, that was impressive," she giggled, leaning forward and wiping the sweat from his face with her hands. "It's always good to be appreciated. I almost hate to tell you this, but I think it's time for a little quid-pro-quo, don't you agree? After all, you got to enjoy my feet. Now, it's my turn to enjoy yours," she grinned, a truly wicked glint in her eye.

Cheshire shook his head violently in mute protest, unable to even think about being touched upon his now hypersensitive bare feet. But it was too little, too late. Like a tigress stalking her prey, Venla began to slowly creep down the bed towards his bound feet. She neared his left foot, pausing for a moment to admire the soft violet sole, the four tender toes, the elegant curves. When she spoke, her voice was thick and sultry with lust. "My, my, for a naughty boy, you sure have sexy feet. So inviting..."

Cheshire couldn't keep a flush from caressing his cheeks, invoking such desire in a creature of pure rapture. Even under the threat of tickle torture, he was thoroughly stimulated by Venla's honest admiration. But that didn't keep him from thrashing his foot around as he felt her long nails begin closing in.

Venla watched the dancing foot with a look on consternation, before reaching out and grabbing his big toe firmly. "Enough of that. Fair's fair. You got your turn with my feet. I should get the chance to sample yours." Holding his foot captive, she gently ran a single nail down the full length of his arch.

"RRRRMMMMFFF!!!" he laughed, his entire leg shaking up and down. With practiced ease, Venla mounted his leg, pining it down with her weight and rendering him even more helpless. "Come on, big boy," she taunted in a silly sing son voice. "Take it like a man. It's only tickles, after all. Surely you can take a little harmless tickling, right?" she asked innocently, suddenly digging her sharp nails under his wriggling toes.

A wail of ticklish despair erupted around the gag, filling the room and sending delicious tremors through Venla's naked body. She ground her hips against his thigh, a little juice sliding down his leg as she moaned with delight. "Mmm, now that's the kinda sound I love. Helpless, hopeless, and completely at my mercy. Or lack thereof." With infinite cruelty, she skittered her claws up and down his sole, titillating his heel, his arch, his ball, and even under his toes.

Muted frantic laughter was her reward, pure music to her ears. She paused for a moment to let him catch his breath, studiously contemplating her next move. With a flash of insight, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his two middle toes. Cheshire moaned with pleasure at the feel of that supple mouth enclosing around his digits, but that was not her intention. Not by a long shot.

Gripping his toes with her unnaturally strong mouth, Venla stretched out his foot. All ten of her devilishly long claws began to rake up and down his taut sole, ravaging the tender surface with evil glee. Cheshire screamed, threatening to dislodge his gag with the force of his frenzied cries. This was simply too much to endure. His hypersensitive skin transformed the scratching nails into a horde of torturous talons. "MMMFFF!!! EERRRMMMFFF!!! MMMMEEERRRMMMFFF!!" he howled. If the tormented feline could have begged, he would have. As it was, all he could do was take every drop of ticklish torture Venla poured into his skin.

Even as she destroyed Cheshire's reddening foot with her fingernails, Venla's foot began to sneak down towards his genitals. Perfectly positioned between his legs, her long toes gently played with his dangling balls, teasing his scrotum. Through the blistering tickling upon his tender sole, his body began to react to her sensual touch. His cock gave a little shiver. Cheshire couldn't see it though the tears of mirth streaming from his green eyes and Venla was far too wrapped up in making him shriek with laughter.

After what seemed like an eternity of such demonic torture, Venla ceased her tickling and released his suckled toes. Cheshire collapsed, weak as a kitten and twice as meek. Long red streaks on his tender soles marked where Venla's nails had dug furrows into his supple flesh. The succubus glanced back at his face, a look of general affection on her round features. "Awww, poor baby. Was that too much to handle? I'm sorry if it was. Here, let me kiss it and make it all better."

And kiss it she did, leaning over and planting her moist lips on the center of his sole. Her strong fingers began to caress and massage his tortured sole, squeezing and kneading the flesh in all the right ways. Cheshire's ragged gasps quickly turned into whimpering moans of pleasure. Totally exhausted, unable to move a muscle, he luxuriated in her motherly touch. "See," she whispered, rubbing the life back into his arches with her thumbs. "I don't have to be a big meany. I can make your feet feel good too."

With her long, smooth tongue, she gently licked his instep, the warm feel pure heaven to the feline. Venla's eyes closed in blissful pleasure as she began to lick his toes, before plopping two of them in her mouth and sucking on them like hard candies. Cheshire whined with intense arousal once more, growing even hotter as she licked between the soft digits. Two by two she suckled the juicy purple toes, lavishing them with her tongue. All the while, her fingers never stopped caressing, never stopped worshiping his naked sole.

Cheshire could feel the quickening in his loins, a feeling only enhanced by Venla's big toe slowly stroking up and down his member. In record time, Cheshire's cock was once again quite stiff and ready for action, though Venla seemed more than content to make love to his lovely feet. An inclination Cheshire was more than happy to support. After furious rounds of intense tickle torture and sexual pleasuring, this slow affectionate attention was a welcomed change of pace.

All too brief, as it turned out. With obviously reluctance, Venla peeled herself away from his delectable toes and silky smooth sole, turning around and giving him an apologetic smile. "Mmm, I could indulge in this foot all night long. But we have a lot to get done tonight and plus... I think your other foot is a little lonely, don't you? Perhaps it needs a little tickly attention too!"

Cheshire's eyes grew as wide as saucers and he cried out his furious disagreement upon deaf ears. With a pretty little smile, Venla scooted over to his right foot and knelt down upon his leg. Down went her mouth over his toes, back stretched his sole, up came her tickling claws, and down went Cheshire into his own personal tickly hell. Once again in a state of arousal, Cheshire simply could not believe how torturous those claws could be upon his poor, abused sole.

His ticklish nightmare only grew worse as Venla used her secret weapon against him. Her sinuous tail came into action for the first time, wrapping around his cock as the pointed tip tickle stroked up and down his shaft. Driven far beyond his limits, Cheshire's laughter turned silent as he flung his head back in hysterical despair.
Sensing her prey was beginning to fade, Venla withdrew her ticklish assault, though her tail remained coiled around his member. She gave him a playful squeeze every couple of seconds, keeping him firm and hard as he regained his strength. Just when he was able to move again, she reached out and spider tickled his left sole. He squeaked and wriggled his foot around, but her nails backed off almost instantly. Instead, she planted a lightning quick tickle upon his right sole, just long enough to make it flail about before stopping.

"Hehehe, dance for me, my little tootsies," she giggled, playing the teasing game over and over again. Sometimes she'd go after the same foot three times in a row, sometimes she'd fake him out by moving towards one sole before striking out at the other. She'd even dip her nails under his toes occasionally, making him jump and yelp with laughter. This wasn't the merciless torture of earlier, but rather a playful amusement.

And it had exactly the effect Venla was looking for. After a few moments of mischievously tickling his feet, Cheshire was all hyped up again. And thanks to the gentle squeezing of her tail, still very hard and firm. For the first time since she'd attacked his feet, Venla stared at his impressive girth and licentiously licked her lips. "Mmmm, I think I've waited long enough. Time to feel that stiff cock between my legs!"

With nimble eagerness, Venla bounced over to his hips and straddled him. With practiced fingers, Venla slowly guided his cock to her dripping pussy, sliding down as she let her weight push them together. She arched her back in intense pleasure, caressing her breasts, at the same moment Cheshire let loose a mighty growl of euphoria. Venla's pussy was simply divine, incredibly tight and yet sensuously supple, yielding gracefully to his manhood.

As she began to slowly ride him, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her luscious body, he wished he could reach up and grab her hips, to rock her gently and slowly. But tied down so tightly, all he could do was moan with pleasure and gaze up at her fondly.

Venla seemed to notice his enforced inactivity. She frowned, mock glaring at him through her sweaty bangs. "Hey, you naughty boy, you aren't exactly, mmmm contributing here. Do I have to doooooOOOoo all the work? Mmmmm... But, I guess you are all tied up right now, mmmmm... Perhaps you just need a little... hehehe... incentive," she said, wriggling her lengthy talons at him.

"Mmmmmmmfff! Eeerrrrmmmfff!" Cheshire shook his head wildly, pleading to her with his wide eyes. But to no avail. Venla stared at him questioningly for a moment, before smiling. "Well, you didn't say no, so I guess you agree. Giddy up, pony boy!" Without further ado, she dug her sharp nails into the soft flesh of his tummy. Cheshire burst with frantic laughter, bucking uncontrollably against the bestial punishment. His hips slammed up against Venla's body, making her breasts jiggle beautifully and pounding his cock into her moist pussy.

"OH GODS, YESSSSSS!!!! MMMMM!!!! JUST LIKE THAT!!! MORE, MORE, MORE!!!! OOOOHHH!!" hollered Venla, her cute face a mask of delirious bliss as she rode the thrashing feline like bronco. Her nails kneaded his tender flesh, tickle raping the sides of his belly. So violent were Cheshire's struggles, she had to wrap her tail around his waist to hold on. But the tantalizing feel of his hard cock nailing her pussy over and over again was worth the wild ride.

Neither feline nor succubus could endure such raw pleasure for long. Already pushed to the end of his sexual endurance, driven insane by the horrible tickling to his tender tummy, enveloped by Venla's perfect pussy, Cheshire roared like a raging lion as his climax gripped his body and coursed through his veins. His back arched, pushing Venla up into the air even as his cock flooded her pussy with hot cream. His pounding orgasm triggered Venla's own, her voice deep and husky as she sang out with him, their screams of pleasure blending into a perfect harmony.

As she fell down against him, her massive breasts caressing his naked chest, she whimpered with pleasure and cuddled up close to him. Her soft fingers stroked his nipples as she gently nibbled his ear. Cheshire was in rapturous heaven. Despite being tickled and teased by this devious woman, he couldn't deny the electrifying pleasure she'd given him. Unimaginably content, he purred with ecstasy and nuzzled her neck affectionately.

Then she began to whisper to him, and his blood ran cold. "Mmm, that was simply amazing. Hehehe, but don't think we're done just yet. You mortals have a custom, birthday spankings I think it was. Well, I don't like spankings, but I do like orgasms. So, that's my birthday gift for you. One mindshattering orgasm for every year you've been alive. Get ready, you naughty boy. Three down... twenty eight to go... Happy birthday, Cheshire."

THE END

Tessa's Ticklish Exercise Routinue

PLEASE NOTE:  THIS IS NOT MY ARTWORK.  THIS WAS A COMMISSION DRAWN BY  MR. WHITE

"Tessa never was really into exercising, hence her rather pudgy nature.  Most of her cardio came in the form of high intensity tickle torture.  But when she heard the rumors about Dr. White's new weightloss clinic, she couldn't resist signing up for a session. 

Dr. White's clinic was built for those who wanted to exercise, but simply couldn't commit the effort.  The high tech machines were designed to 'incentivize' the completion of their workouts.  Until the exercise sets were finished, special motivational treatments were continued without mercy or appeal.

That's how Tessa found herself in this delightfully ticklish predicament.  As her naked soles felt the prickly touches of the mechanized hands and her neither regions were sufficiently teased, Tessa struggled to pull down the weighted bar.  Given Tessa's preferences, it's hard to tell if her poor performance is because the tickle torture is distracting... or desired."

An absolutely stunning piece drawn by the talented and sadly missing Mr. White, based upon some of his erotic exercise images.  They caught my imagination and I just had to see my favorite tickle lover in such a delightful situation. 

Enjoy!

Cali's Birthday Present

This short little story serves kills three birds with one stone.  First, it celebrates the recent birthday of Cali on April 20^th,  secondly it commemorates the 10^th anniversary of the Cali and Friends series, and third it stands as a birthday present for my good friend Cheshire Cat.  Long May The Purple Feline Reign Supreme!

Enjoy!

Cali’s Birthday Present

Or

Cheshire’s Gift 2012

Or

Cali’s 10^th Anniversary Special

            Cali awoke in quite the precarious position.  Her arms were pinned high above her head, her legs stretched out in front of her, and a blindfold covered her eyes.  Oh, and she was naked, One hundred percent bare as a baby’s bottom naked.  Of course, anyone who knew Cali and her favorite activities wouldn’t be surprised at her current predicament.  What was new was that she had no idea how she’d ended up in this erotically helpless spot.

            Her groggy mind began to race, piecing together the events of the past day.  She’d woken up in her own bed for a change.  She’d stumbled down the stairs to find her early morning birthday present.  Tessa, the endless tickle, had been hogtied with a ribbon and plopped on her couch, soft bare feet wriggling in joyful anticipation.   A little card read, “Happy Birthday Cali, from Mab and Tessa.  P.S.  She’s wearing your favorite edible lotion…”  Needless to say, Cali had completely forgotten to grab breakfast.

           

            Later, they’d packed into Cali’s car and driven to her mom’s for the birthday party.  A mountain of torn wrapping paper later had seen Cali with a new set of guitar picks, a CD from a new Australian band from Petra, a few new toys for her bedroom collection, and a host of other gifts from her closest friends.  Moira’s spiced carrot cake with cream cheese frosting was to die for and Cali had blown out every candle on the first try.

            After that, she’d bid goodbye to her mom and headed over to Mab’s place for an “extra special” birthday present.  There Mab and Travis treated Cali to an experience she’d long fantasized about.  The chance to tickle torture a truly delicate pair of soles while being fucked into euphoric oblivion was beyond blissful.  Who could ask for a better boyfriend?

            Finally, they’d headed over to the Hammerforge for the Smashing Weasel’s concert.  Cali had only heard of the band recently, but their hard Irish rock had drawn her like a moth to a flame.   Cali remembered getting absolutely plastered, crawling up on stage, and snogging the lead guitarist in front of everybody.  Luckily, he didn’t seem to mind much.  She vaguely remembered Isa and Riff pulling her off the stage.  After that, the rest of the evening was a foggy, joyful blur.  In fact, the last thing she could recall was falling into bed, with someone ticking the covers in close.

            Well, not a lot of help there.  Refusing to panic, Cali tried to focus on her surroundings.  She couldn’t hear much, just a low rumbling in the background, kinda like ocean waves.  She wasn’t sitting on anything; her naked ass was just hanging in the air.  She felt hard bands around her wrists, ankles, and her waist, which refused to budge an inch when she pulled on them.  Her body was light, almost weightless…  Wait a minute.  Weightless?  She’d felt this way before!  Someone had put Grav Straps on her!

            Grav Straps, short for gravity straps, were an alien bondage device capable of holding their victim perfectly still.  Anyone else could easily move the straps, but for the wearer they were completely immobile.  An added bonus was they greatly reduced the effects of gravity on the wearer, allowing for some truly unique poses that would otherwise cause major headaches and sore muscles.  And Cali knew of only one pair of amorous aliens who used them.

            “Lurana, Xarina, I know it’s you!  What’re you playing at?” she called out.  A girlish giggle and a sultry chuckle from behind her confirmed her suspicions.  But Cali wasn’t ready for the rest of the response.  The low rumble turned into an assortment of laughter, catcalls, and playful jeers.  As a longtime performer, Cali knew that sound.  She had an audience, and quite a large one at that.

            Cali could feel the hot blush crawling along her cheeks and along her collar bone.  Being naked was one thing, but being naked in front of a crowd of people was something completely different.  As many of her friends knew, Cali was an exhibitionist in a big way.  The thought of being this exposed in front of an unknown number of people was both terrifying and intensely arousing.  Her nipples stiffened sharply.

            A voice she recognized all too well chimed in.  “Alright everybody, I think it’s high time we got this party started!”  The blindfold was slowly peeled off, filling Cali’s world with hazy light.  As the colorful circles cleared, Tessa’s cherubic face swam into focus.  “Morning, birthday girl.  Time to meet your adoring public!”

            With a dramatic flourish, Tessa swept aside revealing to Cali a tremendous sight.  The Gothic club Umbra unfolded before her.  From her elevated position, Cali realized she was situated on the small stage, with the dance floor filled to overflowing with a gleaming audience.  Even with the stage lights in her eyes, Cali could make out a few faces here and there.  Isa stared at her wide-eyed, her expression like a child on Christmas morning.  Mab looked her over appreciatively, with her two apprentices Bitsy and Monique flanking her like tiny bodyguards.    Kate, Megan, and Chu waved up at her, though if Cho blushed any more furiously her head would catch on fire.  Alex jeered good-naturedly at her rival band leader, with Ryuchi and Kuji egging her on.  And there in the front row was Travis, trying to look more supportive than aroused… and failing miserably. 

            But beyond her friends and acquaintances, there were far more complete strangers in the audience.  Some were obviously Umbra and Blyndefolde regulars, dressed in black leather and revealing corsets.  Many looked to be curious college students.  Cali could see many lustful glances from fraternity boys… and a few from sorority sisters. 

            Cali’s flush deepened.  This was the best/worst case scenario for her exhibitionist fetish.  To be exposed, fully, on stage before a mix of her best friends and utter strangers.  Her skin crawled like it was covered with wriggling bugs.  And Cali knew, knew that this exposure was just the beginning.

            Her golden eyes glared daggers at her rat girl friend.  “Tessa, after this is over, I’m going to brush your soles until you orgasm yourself to death,” she threatened.  Then those same eyes widened comically as she heard her voice echo around the room.  Someone had hooked up the stage’s microphones.  The crowd whooped and hollered at Cali’s response.

            Tessa took it all in stride, twirling in her cute gothic Lolita outfit and flashing her threatened soles to the audience.  She waved to the crowd and called out in her best announcer voice.  “Thank you all for coming!  Before we start the show, I just wanted to thank those who’ve made it possible.  For those of you who don’t know, I’m Tessa and I provided both the plan for this evening… and Cali’s room key!”  A round of applause filled the room.

            “Next, let’s thank our host, Seth Modi, for providing his club free of charge for this presentation.  Please show your appreciation by purchasing a refreshing drink!  The Blynde Alley is especially tasty!  Let’s also thank Venla for the sleeping potion that kept our little starlet napping until showtime!”  The curvaceous succubus bounced onto the stage, her bare breasts bouncing against her black corset.  She waved shyly at the audience, her bat wings and sinuous tail twitching nervously.

            “And last, but not least, a hearty round of applause for Lurana and Xarina, for the lovely restraints!  Although these lovely Grav Straps aren’t available for market purchase, keep them in mind for the near future.  Also, if you’d like a private showing of their possibilities, talk to them after the show.”  The Nekonarian couple stepped out from behind Cali to bow before the audience.  Utterly nude, their massive breasts and bulging cocks drew more than their fair share of curious glances.  Cali could see a few frat boys obviously questioning their sexuality.

            “Finally, we would like to dedicate this performance to a truly dear friend of ours.  His endless dedication, bountiful compassion, and remarkable good will have transformed him into a living treasure of our community.  Without a doubt, one of the finest individuals we have had the pleasure of knowing.  His own birthday is coming up fast, so let’s give him a big applause!”  The entire club clapped their hands and shouted good will to the furry faced feline sitting at the bar. 

            “And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for!  A chance to see Cali Gustafson humiliated and broken, right here on this stage!”  The rousing applause and loud cheering completely drowned out Cali’s cry of shock and dismay.  “But, before we get into the heavy courses, how about a little appetizer?”

            With a single finger, the rat girl slowly lifted Cali’s soles up and up, until they were perfectly even with Tessa’s grinning mouth.  Like a child licking and ice-cream cone, Tessa gently drew her tongue all the way from Cali’s rounded heels up to her wriggling toes.  The hypersensitive catgirl let out a ticklish squeal.

            “Oh, god, no!  Not that, not like this!  Tessa, no!  I’m warning you, don’t do it!”  While the slightly rough tongue was quite ticklish, it didn’t hold a candle to the sandpapery rasp of a true catgirl’s tongue.  But it wasn’t the licking that drove Cali to begging for mercy.  She knew what was next.

            Anyone who knew Tessa for more than a day knew of her oral fixation.  Her animal quirk, as it were.  She’d chew and nibble on anything.  All of her pencils were covered with bite marks and she couldn’t work at her computer without a bowl of carrots or pretzels to keep her teeth happy.  This need to nibble was brought to its fruition in the bedroom.  While Tessa wasn’t a tickler by any stretch of the imagination, there was one trick she could perform on her occasional victims.  A trick Cali knew all too well.

            But all the writhing and pleading in the world couldn’t stop what was coming.  With a licentious grin, Tessa lowered her mouth and began to feast upon Cali’s naked soles.  She nibbled up and down those long, tender arches.  She licked and bit each slender toe, sucking on them as her teeth pinched the soft pads.  Tessa gnawed at the balls of Cali’s feet, kneading the delicate flesh. 

           

            Cali laughed like a woman possessed.  Being put on display, helpless and tortured in front of her friends, enemies, and perfect strangers keyed up her nerves in a way she’d never thought possible.  Her newfound sensitivity turned Tessa’s ticklish ministrations into pure, unbridled torture.  And it was turning Cali on like nothing else!  Her nipples grew as hard as rocks and her loins grew so damp she was afraid she’d start dripping onto the stage.  But you’d never guess at her arousal from her hysterical expression.

            “Pleheheheheheehase, Tessahahahahaha, nohohohohohooo!  Thaahahahahahahah tickles tooooo much!  Stop nibbling mehehehehehehehehe!  Stahahahahahahap it!”  Cali whipped her head back and forth, her ticklish blush merging perfectly with her delightful freckles.  The audience cheered her on, enjoying the sight of a cat brought low by a little rat.

            Luckily for Cali’s sanity, the nibbling didn’t last too long.  After every inch of her succulent soles had been licked and bit, Tessa pulled back and curtseyed to the audience, who roared their approval.  “Thank you, thank you!  I’m so glad you are all enjoying our performance.  I know Cali is.  Speaking of which, I think it’s time we gave her a nice present, don’t you think?”

            Even as she gasped for breath, Cali shivered with the realization that her torture had only begun.  She let out an adorable “Eep!” as Lurana and Xarina gripped her Grav Straps and spread her legs open wide.  Her clean shaven pussy was completely on display, drawing a sharp refresh of Cali’s flush.  Then, she noticed the look in Tessa’s eyes.  As the tiny rat girl slowly licked her lips, Cali shook her head.  “Oh, FUCK no!”

            But it was too little, too late.  With one graceful move, Tessa knelt between Cali’s legs and applied all of her oral arts to the catgirl’s tender loins.  A few good, hard licks to those puffy lips and Cali’s clitoris shed its hood like a blossoming flower.  Then, Tessa began to nibble Cali’s clit.  The technique was superb; each tiny bite was gentle enough not to hurt, soft enough to be pleasurable, but forceful enough to tickle like mad!  The small part of Cali’s mind that wasn’t shrieking like a banshee marveled at Tessa’s impeccable skills.  She couldn’t help but wonder just how long Tessa had practiced… or who she’d practiced on.

            Above her own wailing laughter, Cali heard a brief exchange that chilled her blood.  Xarina casually called over to her lover, “Rana, don’t you think these feet look awfully neglected?”  Lurana’s playful response was all too predictable.  “Oh, absolutely, Rina!  I totally think we should fix that!”  Before Cali could beg for mercy, the Nekonarians started tickling Cali’s naked soles with gusto.

            The different ways they attacked those long, soft feet displayed their disperate personalities.  Lurana’s tactic was wild and carefree; she simply dug her nails into Cali’s soles, following the flails and shakes with speed and precision.  It didn’t matter if Cali scrunched up her toes and soles.  Lurana simply pushed her claws in deeper, delving under those sensitive toes.  Meanwhile, Xarina’s approach was much more cruel and calculating.  With one hand, she gripped Cali’s big toe and peeled it back, stretching the sole out good and taut.  Her other hand slowly raked her nails up and down Cali’s sole, enjoying the feel of the helpless skin.  Between the two, the birthday girl was driven to new levels of true hysteria.

            “Plehehehehehehease, someone hehehehehelp!  Make them stahahahahahahap!  I cahahahahahahahan’t stand it!  Nohohohohoho!”  The audience ignored her pleas, simply enjoying the show.  But suddenly, Cali felt a presence behind her.  A soft, subtle, almost shy voice prickled in her ears.  “Oh, you poor thing.  I hope you didn’t forget about me?  I certainly haven’t forgotten about you.”

            Cali twisted her head to gaze up wide eyed at the succubus Venla, smiling down at her.  Without a hint of cruelty or malice across her features, Venla began to spider tickle her sharp black nails along Cali’s outstretched sides.  The prickly touches tickled horrendously and Cali tugged at her arms to no avail.  As Venla sank her talons into the hollows of Cali’s underarms, the resounding scream of laughter shook the entire club!

            And throughout, Tessa continued her tortuous, erotic nibbling.  A heavy layer of sweat began to cover Cali’s taut, nubile body, allowing the tickler’s nails to effortlessly skate across her sensitive flesh.  The upwelling of sexual juices between Cali’s legs only served to heighten Tessa’s own arousal, driving her onto more and more ravenous assaults.  Ticklishly torment on all sides, sensually devoured beyond all endurance, Cali’s body could only come to one inevitable conclusion.

            As the thunderous orgasm ripped through her body, Cali writhed and shook like she’d been struck by lightning.  Her toes curled, her back arched, and her cries were like those of a wild animal.  Her final scream of bliss was met with a roaring applause from the audience.  Cali’s tormentors showed a small amount of mercy, pulling away as Cali slowly came down from her blissful plateau.

            As Cali regained rational thought, she came to the startling realization that she’d just climaxed in front of a crowded room full of people.  One of her most knee-weakening fantasies had just come true in a frightening way.  And oh my god, was it amazing!  The thrilling sensation was like the high after a killer band performance, turned up to eleven!  Cali was almost sad that this wondrous experience was over.

            Then, she saw Lurana and Xarina staring at her, cocks erect and grins a mile wide.  “Oh, please, tell me you’re joking…  You’re not joking, are you?”  A twin shack of their heads caused Cali’s stomach to twist itself into knots.  “Oh, no, please, I’ve totally had enough.  Please?” she begged, giving the pair her best puppy dog eyes.

            Tessa responded by turning to the audience.  “What do you think?  Has she had enough?”  A resounding “NO!” bounced around the rafters as every single person called out.  Cali glared daggers at her cruel fans.  “You are all a bunch of fucking traitors,” she yelled half-seriously.  But her bravado abruptly vanished as the alien orgy couple descended upon her.

            Cali knew that there was no force on earth that could stop these two from their hedonistic desires.  As they languidly slipped down to the stage underneath of her hanging ass, Cali could only whimper and scrunch up her eyes.

            But the horrendous tickle torture never happened…  Instead, the most sexual, most salacious sensation enveloped her womanhood.  Lurana’s insanely long, dexterous tongue was lapping at her pussy with the hunger of a kitten at a bowl of cream.  Before her mind could register this sudden unexpected pleasure, she felt a similar caress across the cleft of her ass and around her primrose.  Xarina’s tongue was making delicious love to her ass.

            Cali’s eyes rolled backwards and her body simply melted under the heavenly strokes.  “Oh… my… god…  That’s fucking amazing…” she whispered, not even caring that everyone heard her plain as day.  They weren’t feeling this.  They couldn’t imagine what this felt like.  Cali almost felt sorry for them.

            And then, bliss became euphoria.  Her long suffering soles felt the unmistakable titillation of foot worship.  Cali struggled against her own passions to look up, only to see Tessa and Venla embracing a sole each.  The pair slowly massaged the flesh of her feet with their tongues, bathing them in languid licks.  Tessa sucked on her toes like tiny popsicles while Venla lapped between her digits with relish. 

            Cali was in heaven.  Words couldn’t describe the depths of her pleasure, how rapturous her body felt being fondled and caressed by these four beautiful angels.  The fact that this was all occurring on stage, before the hungry eyes of dozens of people, was sinful icing upon the dark, moist cake.  If only this moment could last forever…

            Then, like a frigid blast of cold water during a steaming shower, it ended.  The warm, wet tongues pulled away from her aching flesh, long before she’d been able to fully enjoy the sensations.  She mewled like a kitten, staring down at her captors pleadingly.  She really shouldn’t have bothered.

            While Xarina was hidden from her view, she could see Lurana clear as day.  See her throbbing cock wet with precum, see her eyes glazed over with barely concealed lust, see her slowly stand up, moving towards Cali like a predatory feline.  The Nekonarians musk was beginning to spread, bathing Cali in effervescent lust.  The scent was spreading to the crowd as well, causing the front row to becoming uncomfortably tight or wet in their pants.  Teetering on the edge of rapturous desire, Cali could only muster up a single response.  “Oh, hells yeah,” she whispered.

            Lurana’s massive cock slid deep, deep into Cali’s wet sheath, only their combined lubrication allowing the hulking member to penetrate Cali completely.  The catgirl’s eyes bulged and her moan rolled across her lips like a battle roar.  She could feel the tip of Lurana’s cock pressing against the deepest parts of herself. 

           

            A luxurious voice tickled her furry ears.  “I do hope you have room in there for meet too, sweet plaything…”  Xarina gently caressed Cali’s cheek as the Nekonarian’s teased the catgirl’s ass before plunging in.  The look on Cali’s face was almost comically intense as her brain tried and failed to process the mounting sensations.  Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as head fell backwards.

            Then, the alien couple began to work their magic.  Xarina withdrew slightly, pulling her hips just as Lurana slammed the full length of her cock into Cali’s hot pussy.  As Lurana drew back for another swing, Xarina pounded her own erection completely up the catgirl’s tight ass.  In and out, in and out, the pair picking up the pace, roaring in Cali’s loins like dual pistons.

            The sounds bursting from Cali’s mouth were beyond human, a bestial cry that could only touch upon her sublime experience.  The moment became perfect as she felt sharp, hot wetness on her soles; Tessa and Venla were grinding their own moist pussy’s against Cali’s succulent feet.  Their tiny whimpering moans of delight acted as background music to the feline’s screams of pure rapture.

            Cali’s orgasms came with the unstoppable force of the tidal waves.  They rolled over her, matching the pace of Xarina and Lurana’s pounding thrusts.  The climaxes cascaded over her, enveloped her, drowned in a sea of ecstasy beyond her keen.  Only her own endurance could put a limit on the perpetual pleasure.

            Just as she’d reached the end of her strength, just as her orgasms had reached their own towering crescendo, Lurana and Xarina struck simultaneously.  Their own passionate cries melded with Cali’s exultations as their hot cream gushed into Cali’s body, filling her with a fiery warmth she’d never imagined possible. 

            Like a line of marionette dolls who’ve strings have been cute, the performers slowly collapsed on strange.  Tessa, Venla, Xarina, Lurana, all falling, leaving Cali hanging from her bindings.  The look on her face was simply, purely delirious. 

            The room was completely silent.  No one moved.  Everything was still.  Then, a long, slow clap from the back of the room.  People turned to see the immaculately dressed feline clapping away, his eyes misty in the dim light.

            Then, like a dam breaking open, the applause battered against the clubs walls.  The noise was deafening.

            Slowly the cast on stage began to rise, as if from a deep slumber.  Venla rushed off stage, returning with a small cart covered with moist towels.  Lurana and Xarina quickly wiped themselves off, then began to towel down the star of the show.  Cali’s skin was so sensitive, even the warm touch of the fluffy, wet towels caused her to shiver and moan.

            Once she’d stripped off her soaking costume and cleaned herself off, Tessa waved her arms to get the crowd’s attention.  She gestured to Cali, still hanging from the Grav Straps.  “Let’s have a big hand for our main attraction!  Wasn’t she amazing?”

            As  Cali’s brain slowly kicked back into gear, she could hear the thunderous applause.  Her eyes scanned the crowd for a moment.  Tears of joy were pouring down Isa’s sweet face; Travis was smiling sheepishly up at her and Cali knew that he’d shared her pleasure in a rather embarrassing way.  Unable to help herself, Cali gave the crowd a beaming, gleaming smile!

            Then, Tessa waggled a finger, her bright grin turning disturbingly mischievous.  “Oh, but the fun’s not over yet.  The night is still young and I’m sure Cali is more than up for a little more action!”  The rat girl blatantly ignored Cali’s cry of dismay.  “Why, we haven’t even begun to find all of her ticklish spots yet.  What about her tender breasts?  Her juicy ass?  Her wide hips?  And I’m sure with all she’s been through, she must be really, really sensitive right now.  There’s never a better time to tickle her silly!  So step right up and take your turn!  Please, not more than three at a time.  After all, we’ve gotta make her last as long as possible!”

            Cali’s nerves froze solid as she watched Mab slowly ascend the steps, Bitsy and Monique flanking her.  As the tiny girls licked their lips hungrily, Mab gave Cali’s foot a tiny, teasing tickle.  Grinning at the helpless, frantic squeal, Tessa leaned in close and whispered in Cali’s ear.

            “Happy Birthday, Cali.”