Drider Tickle Story

Chapter Twelve

As the weeks went by, Ventris got more and more... touchy. Day by day, she'd set traps for Rachael -- each one more devious than the last -- and literally tickle her until she'd faint. Other times, she'd tickle her and stop just short of her fainting, then pleasure her remaining consciousness away. On the occasions in which Rachael was especially feisty and not wanting to faint again, Ventris would still scratch either her back for hours on end, her stomach, neck, head, or would just rub her. Yes, rub.

Rachael did admit to herself that she enjoyed the physical attention quite a bit, at least at first, but she was seriously feeling the effects. She was experiencing great difficulty when it came to physical labour of the smallest kinds, such as making breakfast; walking had become a pain and her most basic of marshmallow conjuring had become close to impossible to perform without first eating at least six of them.

One might wonder why she did not simply tell her drider partner to stop for some time and that it was her body. To that, Rachael would respond with something along the lines of, "Gee, that's a great idea. I'll try to remember that when she's ignoring everything I tell her before, whilst and after she's tickling me to death or drugging me to do just that." To her misfortune, the more she remained Ventris' tickle and pleasure test dummy, the weaker she became, as though she was indeed the girlfriend of a succubus.
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"How long are you going to let this go on for?"
"UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH! What do you waaaant, Ritaaa?"
"Firstly, Professor, you lied about the life draining component!"
"Twas an honest mistake."
"No, you're no where NEAR that dumb!"
"You never know."
"She is in danger! You're putting her in danger-"
"Rita... Rita, Rita, Rita, have you ever considered the possibility that maybe, just, just, just maaaaybe... no one cares?"
"She risks dying an-"
"WOOOOAAAAH, woooaah, woah! Woah! I would NEEEEEver... let that happen." She stared at him, not buying his blatant sarcasm.
"Is this data really that important?"
"Mate, NOthing, and I mean NOooOOOooooOOOOOOOTHING... is more important than scien- er, I mean, Rachael. Second... she ain't gon dah, meyn. She gon be faaahn. Just you wawch. Just you watch."
"I've been wawching for a month now and all I've been seeing is her getting more and more sluggish and fatigued much quicker!"
"Ah! See, that's the thing about subjective reality."
"Oh my days. Not this again, please."
"Everyone's perspective is different. Where a giant sees another giant as a normal person, moving at normal speeds, an ant sees a very slow-moving, ultra large alien taking their time with life. Some desperate or manipulative ants might even start worshipping it."
"What is your point?"
"Your crush on Rachael is clouding your judgement."
"...Seriously?"
"Seriously."
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About a month had passed since the two first met. Rachael had spent most of that time indoors. "Ven, I'm going out."
"What? Why?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?" Rachael made her way out without further explanation, which really annoyed Ventris. "Stop doing that! And just stay here. Anything that you want from out there can be brought in here."
"Woah! You've made a spell that can teleport the sky into this cave?!"
"...Er..." Rachael walked on. "Wait!" She didn't, so Ventris scurried after her. "Now, hold on-"
"Besides the time the lycans merked you, have you ever actually been outside?"
"Of course I have." Rachael stared at her with doubt. "Look, you're not feeling too good right now anyway, so you should just wait until you're better and strong again so that if you encounter trouble, you'll be able to deal with it."
"I wouldn't be feeling like shit if you weren't always insisting on touching me some which-way." As Rachael started walking again, Ventris webbed her waist and held the silk cord. "Ven, I like you and all that, but if you don't let me go, we're actually gonna have to fight."
"Ooooo... there's an enticing thought." Becoming more and more annoyed at her obsessiveness, Rachael turned and raised her hand, spawning a large, human head-sized marshmallow.