Drider Tickle Story

Chapter Eleven

About 6 hours later, Rachael awoke. Her eyes slowly began to open. "Heeeyyy sleepy head! Have a good nap?"
"...Ugh..." She rubbed her eyes. "Kind of. How long was I asleep for?"
"About six hours. How do you feel?"
"Like a corpse. Normal, in other words." Rachael just stared at the laughing Ventris. "There's no way what I said was that funny."
"Was to me! You really, really need to exercise more."
"And you really, really need to take the tickling down several thousand notches. You're actually gonna kill me one of these days."
"Ooo... that could be fun." Ventris was met with a blank stare from an unamused Rachael.
"I'm gonna go shower."
"Me too." What followed was an intense war of eye contact as Rachael tried to comprehend Ventris' obsessive touchiness and Ventris tried to secure a paired shower session with her.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
"For real?"
"For real for real."
"No." As she walked away, Ventris followed, so she stopped and turned. "Can you pleeeaaase just stay here and wait for me to be done, then you can go in?"
"I like the idea of showering together. In fact, I'm shocked I haven't thought of this till now."
"No. You'll just keep bloody tickling me and all that." Ventris gasped.
"I would never!" Unamused, Rachael compromised.
"Fine. Try and follow me in." And with that, she was gone; a pile of marshmallows remained in the place she was just at.
~What is it with her and marshmallows?~

Just as she reached the doorway, a large, blue marshmallow appeared, seemingly out of thin air, and filled the gap of the doorway, keeping her out. ~Oh, you wanna play it like that, do you? Alright, I'm game.~ She examined the tasty barrier for a few moments then took a claw to it, tearing a line down the centre. Not really to her surprise, the tear was quickly clogged by more marshmallow. ~Of course.~

She stroked it, examining its texture then plucked off a piece, closely examining that too. As the examination continued, her upper six eyes opened, her pupils became dilated and the rest of her eyes went completely black. ~Good ol' sugar¹², eh? Well, I've got a little something something for you.~

Her two spider fangs turned towards each other slightly and began generating liquid that remained hovering near them as its contents and colour continued to change. Once it reached a green and pink state, it stopped changing and Ventris dipped some of the marshmallow piece she was holding into it, smirking as the marshmallow turned to water. She tore off another piece, ate it, then took the small alchemic solution she had created, increased its quantity then sprayed it on the large marshmallow barrier, turning it to water.

She then continued, only to be met by another barrier of the same kind -- this one keeping her on the side of the bathroom that Rachael wasn't in. It was also green. ~You and these damned... alright.~ She tore off a piece again and examined it. After she tossed it into her mouth, she put her palms together and compressed several gallons of air, transmuting it into glowing dust, and blew it at the barrier, which melted onto the ground, revealing Rachael relaxing in the bath.

"Ugghhh!"
"Weird-looking shower you're having there."
"I changed my mind, kaaay?"
"I'm coming in."
"Wait, wait, wait!"
"What?"
"Paddy!" In flew her larger book.
"What do you need that for?"
"Somewhere in here... you'll find... ah, here we are. Ahem... «potassiah enlargo instum!»" The room, as well as the tub, began expanding.
"You made the place bigger...!"
"Kind of. It's kind of like the TARDIS now."
"I see." With the amount of mass the tub had gained, it resembled a swimming pool. "Amazing!"
"Get in, but keep your gosh darn hands to yourself."
"Well, can't promise anything, but okay!" A few seconds after she entered, Rachael noticed her large, black, lower spider half was no longer visible through the water.
"Um, where are your legs?" Ventris rose and sat on the side, crossing her legs. "Your legs are... human again."
"Elf," she corrected. "Driders are spider plus drove, which is a dark elf, not a human. And yes. I let this happen whenever I become submerged in water to make swimming easier."

Even though her spider half was gone, she still maintained her exoskeleton and eight arms. Although, she did appear to be shorter than Rachael now. "That is very cool."
"Thank you. This room expansion incantation of yours is pretty nifty also."
"Tis. It's not mine though. It's the Professor's. He lent me it and his book."
"I see... oh, that reminds me, can I wash your back?"
"How did that remind you of that?"
"Can I?"
"I have a spell for that."
"I'm better than spells."
"This is cleaning time, not sexy time."
"Why can't it be both?"
"Because sex whilst cleaning is counterproductive."
"And fun." Rachael stared blankly back at her.
"You're obsessed."
"And you're dirty, so I'm going to clean you." Ventris dived into the water and began swimming after her.
"Oh my God, go away!" A partially underwater chase quickly ensued with Ventris gliding effortlessly through the waves after Rachael who obnoxiously stomped away, slowly. Ventris caught her quite quickly and held her. "Ugh, fine!"
"I promise, I won't do anything naughty at any point during this bath session."
"Complete horse poo, but go ahead." Ventris grabbed some soap from the side and squirted some onto her hand. "You forgot the sponge."
"Oh you are just no fun." She then grabbed the wet sponge, squirted some on it and scrubbed Rachael's back. "Now for your front."
"Already done."
"What?!"
"Mhm."
"Why?!" Rachael laughed at a sulking Ventris then offered to wash her back.

"Have you ever washed an exoskeleton?"
"No, but I'm willing to learn."
"Then grab that knife over there." Rachael was slightly taken aback.
"I'm sorry, wha?"
"You heard me, grab the knife." She obeyed.
"You want me... to stab you?" Ventris laughed.
"No, dummy. Lick the blade." A bewildered Rachael just continued staring, not knowing if she was joking or not. "Don't worry, it hasn't been anywhere. Just lick it."
"...O... kaaay..." As the blade came in contact with her reluctant tongue, it turned into what appeared to be blue lava -- cold lava. "Oh oke."
"Now splash it on my back. Yeah, like that. And again."
"What does this do?"
"These are highly short-lived bacteriums that feed on unwanted residue -- microscopic and otherwise -- along my exoskeleton. I created them. Originally, it was some of the paralysing agent within my chelicerae. I modified and repurposed some of it with alchemy and stored it in that knife."
"Cool. Why a knife though and not a bottle?"
"Coz. Knives are cool. Also, I kinda need you to rub me."
"Your back, you mean?"
"Yes. What did you think I meant?"
"Rubbing in progress."
"Mm... yeah..."
"Please, don't make weird sounds."
"Oh... anh...!"
"Stop making weird sounds!"
"Sorry, I'll tr- AAANNHHHH!"
"MATE, I will stop if you keep making weird sounds!"
"Sorry! Geez!" Rachael's hands slowly got lower and lower until she reached her rear, making herself blush.
"Oooo..."
"Shut up." They rose back up to her shoulders once more and left. "Okay, done."
"Aw, so soon?"
"You're welcome."
"Have you washed your hair?" Rachael just stared at her, having completely forgotten she even had hair on her head.
"Y-"
"Great! You first!"
"*Groan*" She dipped quickly in then out of the water, then Ventris poured some shampoo on her head.

"Just relax now."
"Relaxation in progress."
"Good. Lay back against me instead if you feel like it." Her many fingers slithered through her dark blue hair strands, grasped them, gently pulled them up, then back down, and repeated, frequently going to the scalp to scrub a bit with her fingertips, then going back to her long-ish hair. Once her hair and head were all soaped up, Ventris returned her hands to the scalp and coiled her fingers to let her claws work and began scratching very gently and lightly. Despite not wanting this to be sexy time, Rachael couldn't help but let out a little moan as the tides of tingles and pleasure washed over her from head to toe. She closed her eyes and sank into the wonder that was the head scratching massage she was receiving.

"Ever wondered why my claws don't hurt you?"
"Mmm... yeeeeeehhhhhh... claaawwsss... mmm..." She laughed.
"A charm I made specifically for this. I call it... neurokinesis."
"Yeeehhhh... knees..."
"You're not listening, are you?"
"Yeeeehhhh..." Having 28 magic claws lightly scurry about her scalp was a level of heaven Rachael could not hope to comprehend. Any slight movement would trigger a tremendous tingle-pleasure shower that would give her immense goosebumps and chills.
"Yeah... you like that? What about... this?" A fifth and sixth hand gently landed on the back of her neck and began doing the same thing.
"Oooohohohohoooo gahd...!"
"Mhm. Yeah, baby." The powerful chilling sensations running up and down her spine made her twitch continuously and increased exponentially once Ventris started rolling her fingers one after the other. "The other name I like to give to this charm is the 'I control your body now' charm."
"Eeeerrrrheeeheeeeheee..."
"You're still not listening, are you?"
"Eeeeerrrrrr..."