Millipoid Tickle Story

Chapter Nine

"Sammy! Long time no see!"
"Yes." Sampson swiftly primed his bow, taking aim at Ezarin.
"My queen!" A shield quickly appeared right in Sampson's line of sight.
"Now, hold on just a sec there, big boy." Sampson, who was not in the mood for her games, turned his aim to the queen, only to be immediately blocked by another shield in his line of sight.

"You dare aim your weapon at me? Who do you think you are?"
"Drop the shield and get a better look." Aljilani laughed.
"You've grown. The younger You wouldn't have even pursued this rat, let alone threaten and talk back to me of all people."
"I'm assuming you know why I'm here."
"I do. You're here to avenge your sister."
"Close. I'm here to get rid of a nuisance and collect a bounty."
"Why are you of all people collecting bounties? You're royalty!"
"What I do with my time is up to me. Now, move that shield or you'll be the one being cleaned off the walls."
"Where do you get off talking to your superiors like this?"
"Bold words coming from someone with guards."
"Well, the queen can't do all the heavy lifting. What did you do about them by the way?"
"They're asleep."
"Oh, getting merciful, are we?"
"We can take this outside, if you want, but I intend on leaving this castle with that thing's head in a bag."
"Sadly for you that won't be possible. That thing is my servant and a quite useful one at that."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"Why?"
"Doesn't matter. Can I get you anything to drink before you leave, sweetie?"

The two continued glaring at each other, whilst Ezarin's glance bounced back and forth from her to him. ~Please, kill each other.~
"Ezarin, I can still hear you."

The millipoid bit her tongue and tried as best she could to clear her mind. As the two continued to stare each other down, the four Royal Guards he had previously rendered unconscious had returned and primed their weapons.
"Intruder! Alert the other guards!"
"Your move, Sam." The druid said nothing for a bit and just maintained his cold glare at the queen before lowering his weapon. "Good boy. Shut the door on your way out."

Rather than leaving however, Sampson instead put his hand to his chin and contemplated. "Hey now, Sammy. Don't do anything stupid. Just turn around and leave. No fuss." Sampson eventually looked back up at Aljilani and smiled. "Oh boy..."

In one swift movement, he pulled back the glowing yellow string of his bow and released it whilst aiming his bow at the ground. The instant the arrow made contact with floor, it separated into several other arrows, which themselves continued to ricochet off the walls and separate into more arrows.

A bubble had formed around the queen, who was scowling in annoyance, and her servant, whilst the guards had put up their shields in defence. As the flurry of arrows continued to increment, Sampson added to the chaos by firing a second arrow of the same kind, this time aiming it at the ceiling.

"NO!" The amount of arrows bouncing off the walls quickly doubled, irritating Aljilani even more. "GET OUT!" She began priming a high voltage electric shock, but before she could hit him with it, he had fired a flash arrow at the ground, temporarily blinding everyone and escaping. "I HATE THAT KID!"

"Your highness, were you harmed?" asked one of the guards.
"No, I'm fine. Search the castle, make sure he has truly left. If you find him, kill him. Forget about the damage, I'll deal with that."
"As you wish. Should one of us remain?"
"No, just go search."
"Understood." With that they left.

Aljilani was still breathing hard, angrily. Once she calmed down however, she turned to an innocent-acting Ezarin who was hoping she'd forgotten the thought she'd heard in her mind while her and the druid were staring each other down.

"So, you wanted him and me to kill each other, eh?" The millipoid quickly shook her head, then looked down in shame. "Don't worry about it too much. Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to go and shower. You'll wait here. We'll deal with the mess later. Understood?"
"Yes."
"Excuse me?!"
"Yes, my queen!"
"Wonderful."
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Aljilani left the shower naked and went to stand at the centre of her severely damaged bedroom. "Slave, come here at once!" Ezarin quickly scurried over to her.
"Yes, my queen?"
"I'm going to repair the damage done to my room, but I don't have any clothes or a towel on."
"Would you like me to get them for you?"
"You're going to be my towel. Wrap yourself around me."
"Certainly." Ezarin gladly did as she was told. "Would you like me to..."
"What do you think?"

As the queen began repairing her bedroom, it simultaneously became filled with her uncontrollable laughter. All of her attempts at fixing anything were completely undone by her ticklish spasms, so she used a variant of the enchantment she had used on herself previously to paralyse everything below her arms. However, that didn't really help... in the slightest. Every time she managed to lift something telekinetically, it would fall back down as she spiralled into a laughing frenzy.
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"Will she be alright," asked one of the guards on the lower levels of the castle. "I mean, whenever that Ezarin creature visits the castle, the queen's laughter spikes 100 fold. Far beyond when she summons all of her maids to her room all at the same time."
"Makes sense. The freak has like a thousand tiny hands. She'll be fine though."
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Well over 2000 tiny hands were happily raining unbearably tickly sensations all over Noveria's body using well over 12000 tiny claws. Tears and more sweat cascaded from her as she tried her best to somehow focus through the torture she was putting herself through.

Even her erogenous areas had been invaded. Her breasts all the way to her nipples had been covered completely with small, savage hands and her clit was under similarly heavy fire from tiny claws scurrying about the pink, extremely sensitive flesh.

Aljilani had given up trying to repair the damages done to her room and was now focusing squarely on trying to not die of laughter. Her rear, stomach, sides, underarms, arms, chest, hips, legs, feet and neck had all been completely swarmed with hands clawing viciously away at her nude sensitive body. She couldn't see out of her eyes anymore as she was struggling to blink away the tears.

Ezarin was both pleased and displeased. This was the fate she wished so greatly to inflict upon Noveria, but it wasn't on her own terms, it was on the queen's, so she actually had to stop when told to or there would be dire consequences. Thankfully though, the queen hadn't said 'stop' once, so she could keep going.

Having done this countless times already, she knew which areas of her body were the most sensitive and knew exactly how to touch them in order to elicit the greatest reaction. Another downside to not having things her way was that she couldn't use any enchantment to keep her 'victim' conscious.

It wasn't too long after they started that the queen fainted, slowly crumbling onto the floor as the paralysis enchantment came undone. Ezarin was left there staring at her body, wondering. She turned one of her arms back to a spiky leg and lunged it at Noveria's abdomen, only to be blocked by the same bubble that had protected them both earlier. On the bubble were the words 'nice try, slave', which made Ezarin scowl. She went to lie at the corner of the room to plot her revenge internally.