Library 4-A


You decide that the blue-haired girl had this coming, and besides, you'd feel pretty silly "coming to the rescue" of someone who's the victim of nothing more than some playful tickling. As if to prove that point, within another minute or so the catgirl stops, giggling playfully, yet she doesn't release her "prey" just yet. They seem to exchange some words, not heated by any means, and going by the looks on their faces, you'd say that the blue-haired girl is actually teasing the catgirl. Maybe she thinks so too, because her next reaction is to giggle, reach back, and pluck off both short white socks, leaving the blue-haired girl with bare feet. The significance of this becomes obvious when the girl's eyes widen, and a moment later a strange-looking creature comes into view. Looking something like a cross between a giant red lizard and a dog, you realize that whatever this creature is, you've never seen one before, because it opens its mouth to reveal an impressively long tongue.  Its intent, and the intent of the catgirl, are rather clear. Letting out some kind of odd sound between a sigh and a grunt, the creature laps at the blue-haired girl's feet. The response is instant, and very, very loud. Either the girl has extraordinarily sensitive feet, or the creature has some way of enhancing the ticklish sensation that it causes. Either way, the poor blue-haired girl, instead of giggling sweetly as she had before, literally shrieks with laughter and wriggles like mad beneath the catgirl, who was anticipating this and is now putting all of her energy into holding the other still. Oblivious to this, the creature is rather content to just keep licking, and the way that it slowly runs its tongue up her soles and licks at her toes makes you think that somehow, it knows what it is doing, and furthermore is enjoying the reactions that it's causing. But there's no way for you to tell, and you remain rooted to the spot, watching in rapt fascination as the blue-haired girl gets tickled out of her mind. Her face turns a little pink, yet neither tormentor shows signs of a reprieve, and thoughts of rescuing her once again go through your mind. Yet they prove to be as pointless as the first, as all at once the creature stops licking the poor girl's feet,  leaping up into a nearby chair and curling up, promptly falling asleep. With that done, the catgirl happily jumps off of the now-exhausted and giggling girl, who sits limply in the chair for a minute more before getting her socks and starting to put them back on. Wary of being caught spying, you back away quickly, hunched and hiding behind the stacks, and hightail it out of the library.

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