Stolitz: Tickling Confessions

Ticklish Confessions

"You seem stressed, your highness." Moxxie observed, sipping his unreasonably specific Starbucks drink.

The prince had stopped by for a brief visit and, as per usual, brought everyone their favorite coffee.

"I've been so busy I can hardly think straight. It's dreadful, really, planning this latest party. Everything has to be done a certain way, and they're so positively dull I could just pluck my own tail feathers!"

"Then why are you here, dude?" Loona deadpanned, not looking up from her phone.

"I had to take a break to see my favorite little imp!" Blitz smacked away the fingers pinching his cheeks, prompting a giggle from the prince. "And I've grown quite fond of you all as well."

The imp wasn't angry by any stretch of the imagination, but he decided it was time to get some revenge for that privileged asshole always baby-talking him in front of his employees. "Sounds like you need some stress relief."

Stolas groaned in response, rubbing his temples. "I really do, but unfortunately I have to get back to my duties."

"Before you go, I have the perfect cure."

"I doubt getting high is the best decision right-" The prince cut himself off when he looked up, seeing his imp grinning wide like the Cheshire Cat, his tail flicking mischievously behind him.

"Blitzy? Blitzy no! Whatever you're thinking, no!" The avian was on the edge of the worn out couch in their lobby. The imp couple shared a look before turning to watch curiously, and Loona glanced for a moment before returning to her phone.

Blitz tackled the prince to the floor, crowned top hat flung aside in the process, and wrapped his tail around his wrists, pinning them overhead before nimble fingers scratched and squeezed at his sides. Stolas squealed and tried to wriggle away, forgetting how strong the little imp was that straddled and held him firmly. All he could do was squirm about and giggle while Blitz launched his tickle attack.

Millie giggled while her other half just watched with a sheepish grin. Loona had looked up from her phone and was now recording with a smirk. The Great Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia is ticklish, extremely so, from the looks of things.

"I fucking knew it!" The light squeezing evolved into a more deliberate touch, fingertips poking and prodding his sides and migrating up to his ribcage.

"Blitzyyyeeeheheheheee! Blitzy stohohohoho-op!"

"No fucking way! Take it, bitch!" Blitz smirked proudly and lifted his red, formal shirt, exposing his belly and chest, and continued to tickle, fingers dancing over the feathery torso, enjoying the squirming owl beneath him.

"No! Nohoho! Not thehehehere!" Stolas bucked and kicked, thrashing against the tail restraining him when Blitz drilled his thumbs under his arms. Giggling became belly laughter and his face turned pink underneath those white feathers.

Blitz was laughing along with him. "Where? Tickle here? If you say so!" Those devilish fingers wiggled deep into his underarms, not enough to hurt, but enough to let the avian know he meant business. Stolas squealed and laughed loudly as he struggled against the imp. Having decided not to fight back, despite the tickling making him want to crawl out of his skin, he clung to his self control to avoid hurting him.

"Aww, what's the matter, Stolas? Can't handle a few tickles?" Blitz teased as the goetia laughed harder by the minute. "Hey, Mills! I could use some help over here!" He called out, tail shaking from the tremendous effort it took to restrain the demon prince.

"Sure thing, boss!" The female imp, who was giggling at the display, skipped over to them and pinned Stolas' wrists to the floor with her freakishly strong grip, using her full body as leverage and freeing Blitz's tail.