A Thousand Words: Setsuna and the tickle
demon girls
With the first finger to trace along her bared underarm, Setsuna felt her power, her vaunted, sacred power, vanish like water from a sieve.
What is this feeling? Why can’t I fight back… why am I laughing?
Setsuna felt another giggle, an involuntary giggle, escape her lips as that one fingernail explored every inch of the smooth curve of her armpit. Just one fingernail, rubbing softly against her underarm. Yet with it came a torrent of giggles, giggles that she did not know why came out. She tried to will herself to ignore it. Willed herself to ignore the incredible sensation that seemed to radiate from her underarm, branching out like a thousand forks of lightning to the rest of her body. A sensation that swept over her, tingly yet not unpleasant, not at all like pain… that sensation made mirth quake from her belly, and it seemed to sap her temporal strength as well as her spiritual, as her arms tried to jerk downward, to cover her underarms and protect herself from this… torture?
I am Sailor Pluto. I am among the most powerful of the Outer Senshi. Why can’t I fight back? Why can’t I free myself? What am I feeling?
Setsuna had willingly given herself in a way, she had known the Witches were setting a trap for the other Senshi, and had come here first, alone, willing to sacrifice herself if need be, yet fully expecting to be able to deal with whatever might have awaited her. A trap designed to catch the others should not have been able to ensnare her as well, and yet…
There were four of them, with a uniform blue-grey skin color, ruby red lips, and strikingly colored hair, with long, pointed ears… and short claws on each finger, very much like fingernails… When the floor had suddenly given way and tumbled Setsuna into this pit, she had expected beasts, monsters of some kind, yet when the first had wrapped her hands around her wrists, pulling them in the air, she had been confused at first, but then… then, another had begun to trace the curves of her bared underarms with its claws, and it had caused… Setsuna was still giggling, still trying to pull free, and struggling with all of her might against this… feeling.
Why is this happening? What are they doing… I can’t stop laughing…
There were more of these creatures than the two that seemed to whisper and chuckle softly at Setsuna. Though her eyes were squeezed shut with helpless laughter, they opened suddenly as a second strange sensation joined the first, now coming from both of her exposed underarms… Her laughter, first seemingly no more than a distracting buzz on the edge of her mind, now grew in Setsuna’s perception, feeling every single small movement of those fingers and claws against her underarms. Setsuna’s feet kicked, trying to struggle and twist away and make this stop…
I can’t stop laughing…
Setsuna had spent so much time alone, in her solitary vigil, guarding Time and the gates thereof… had never experienced human contact to any great degree, and physical contact even less. Her skin had not felt the touch of any other being in such a long time, that the feeling in and of itself was new and strange. And… with a sudden gasp of breathless laughter Setsuna arched her back slightly. More hands, another pair, had suddenly started to gently squeeze her sides through the thin fabric of her fuku. The blush crept into her cheeks, her eyes closed again, head swaying slightly as if to try denying the sensations that now spread from four points on her body; the slow, deliberate strokes of fingernails along the bare curves of her arms, each one, and now the sensations, somehow greater, joining them from her sides, sides that already quaked with uncontained mirth. “N-no, stahahahahap it!” she burst out, quite suddenly, surprising even herself. The…creatures… hissed in dry chuckles of amusement, and Setsuna felt more clawed hands grasping at her body, one hand lightly running on her chest now, and another grasping at her leg, while yet another pair tugged at her high boots, sliding them from her legs…
What are they doing, why are they taking off my boots…? Why can’t I fight back, why am I laughing so hard?
Her boots came free, and her toes wiggled reflexively, her soles feeling cooler air, but freeing her feet from the boots usually was a relief… Now, she felt a sort of trepidation, though she could not explain why… she could not have explained the most basic of questions in her current state, she realized. The minor buzz that this had started with had grown until it encompassed almost all of her awareness… every single twitch, tingle, movement against her skin, she was acutely aware of it, laughing harder than she had in a very long time. Setsuna still did not know why she laughed so hard, why her body would not obey her commands, would not form the energies for a Dead Scream, would not stop squirming and giggling for these… creatures…
I’m helpless, I can’t escape… why? What have they done to me… where is my power, my strength?
The sensations blossomed anew, two more now… one of the clawed hands was clamped firmly on her ankle, and she felt herself being lifted slightly, propped up by another one of the demons, one of her clawed hands scratching lightly at her thigh, while a warm, wet and soft feeling assaulted her other thigh… Setsuna realized that the girl was licking her with her tongue, itself a new sensation that was at once welcome for being different from the sensations everywhere else and unwelcome for being somehow even more intense than the others… and in that moment, whatever room remained in her awareness for musings and contemplation vanished.
Wildly skittering, forked sensations jolted upwards from her bared foot, pulsing in time with the claws of one of the creatures sliding on the sole, the sensation joining the rest of them, more intense than the rest put together, all coming together in her belly, pulsing nonstop, pumping out laughs that shook her belly and chest as they traveled to her throat, and causing her head to shake back and forth as those laughs escaped into the air, seeming to steal the very core of her strength, both physical and mental, as they escaped her mouth.
As the last of her ability to consider her situation slipped away, Setsuna finally managed to dredge up a memory that she had been searching for since this had begun… a reason why she laughed beyond her control, why her body refused to obey her mind’s commands to fight back, why her skin betrayed her with these sensations that rendered her helpless.
I remember now… Why I’m so helpless… Why I’m
laughing… I’m…
Ticklish…