Millipoid Tickle Story

Chapter Eleven

Awoken by the sound of a screeching parropix, Sampson sat up and frantically scanned the poorly lit room for danger. The sound of his parropix seemingly in danger made him quickly but silently hop to his feet and cloak himself as he dashed into the room the sound was coming from. However, he stopped dead in his tracks upon reaching the open door.

A few metres away from him sat a bald girl with jet black skin, wearing a white, chef-like tunic and hat. She had no ears but one hole at either side of her head, which itself was quite slender. Floating between her clawed, frail-looking hands was Sampson's parropix, laughing uncontrollably as the girl poked it repeatedly. Sampson just stood there, unsure of what to do. The second the word "shit" formed in his mind, the girl's focus jumped to him.

"Sam, you're awake!" Despite him not having made a single sound and still being cloaked, she locked gazes with him, making his heart rate accelerate. He remained as still and as silent as he possibly could. She just carried on poking the parropix whilst smiling from ear to ear, enabling Sampson to get a very good view of her fang-filled mouth. He dared not blink. He eventually did.

The instant he blinked, she went from sitting at the centre of the room to being right up in his face, still smiling. Sampson jumped backwards and primed a glowing yellow bow he had quickly conjured. Each of the shots he took at her missed woefully as they were all evaded with inhuman agility. She disappeared before he could fire a sixth shot.

Sampson hopped into the room, scanning it frantically, but she was nowhere to be seen. He focused on one point on the wall in front of him and concentrated, trying to gauge the aura of the surrounding area and listen for footsteps and any type of sound. Suddenly, an invisible hand squeezed right below his ribs on the side of his outstretched arm, making him release his bow and jump aside. He quickly conjured another one and looked around again, poised and prepared to erase anything in his path with several searing arrows.

Just as before, he was squeezed again in his side, this time a bit harder, making him spasm away a bit. The strike was followed by high-pitched girlish giggles from the unseen perpetrator.

"Show yourself, fiend!" His bow was then grabbed out of his hands and held above is head. As he reached up to grab it, both of his sides were squeezed simultaneously, forcing his arms to jerk back down to his sides.

"I think someone's ticklish," sang the laughing voice. This time when he tried to reach for his bow, his arm became stuck in place. He conjured a dagger in his free hand and swiped above his trapped hand, trying to free himself. All that he ended up accomplishing however was getting his free hand trapped as well. Before he knew it, his legs were both trapped in place and he was spread like an eagle. The giggling voice quickly approached from behind and before he knew it, his own giggles were being forced out.

With no time to even say "hello" or "here's your parropix", the girl began squeezing his sides hard, forcing him to bellow, squeal and bounce about in his invisible bindings. The assault was consistent but chaotic and unpredictable. She would keep shifting between squeezing his sides and poking about his ribs, keeping him on the edge of composure.

"Poky poky poke. Pokedy poke poke." Every touch would have him lunging about in hysterics, trying as hard as he could to not be thrown into absolute chaos by the prodding of his sides. He could barely think, let alone foster the strength to regret wearing robes instead of light armour.

"PLEA-HE-HEEEE-SE! STO-HO-P! I NEED YOUR HE-HE-HE-LP!"
"You need my help," she asked as she continued to prod him. "What for?"
"MY SIST-HE-HAHAHAHAAHA!"
"Oh. What happened to her?"
"STO-HO-HO-HO-P!"
"Huh?"
"STO-HO-HO-P! PLEA-HE-SE!"
"I don't understand what you're saying, Sam. It would help if you stopped laughing when talking, you know." Still she continued to prod, poke and squeeze his sides and ribs, eventually forcing tears out.

"I CA-HA-HA-NT!"
"What? What can't you? Can't what? Tell me!"
"STOP POKING ME-HE-HE-HE!"
"Erm..." She responded by beginning to squeeze his sides even harder and quicker than she was before, forcing an exhausted Sampson to forge a new source of strength in order to erupt into haughty hysterics once more. With all ability to communicate desperation poked and squeezed away, Sampson simply gave up trying and just plummeted into ticklish oblivion.

The girl stopped just short of him passing out, letting him finally catch his breath and regain his long lost composure. She let the bindings gradually come undone, letting him gently float to the ground and took a seat in front of him on the floor, crossing her legs. For a while though, he just lay on the ground, still spiralling in laughter from the residual tickles. The girl just gazed at the laughing mess she'd made on the floor in front of her, impressed by her work.

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"First of all, I hate you."
"No, you don't. You love me. Now, what about your sister? What did you need help with?"
"...She's been... tampered with."
"What does that mean?"
"Firstly, a little back story. She's the queen."
"OOO," she clapped her hands.
"Yeh. But she's a bad queen."
"Aw."
"So bad that her entire kingdom hated her and wanted to destroy it and her. It happened, but instead of her being killed, like I was hoping would happen, she was captured and tortured somehow and now she's unresponsive. She won't stop laughing, like someone told her a painfully funny joke or something. The doctor was pretty useless and suggested I come to you for help."
"Wait so... I wasn't your go-to for help?"
"To be honest, you weren't even on the list." She pouted and folded her arms. "It actually took a bit of shouting to get me to come and see you."
"Hmph!" She turned to face the opposite direction. "Not helping you!" Sampson sighed.
"You already got back at me a few minutes ago."
"No! I didn't make you pass out!" He sighed again.

"Oh no, I'm passing out, bleh. There, you made me pass out. Now help me." She turned to scowl at him. "Oh what then?"
"Let me drink more of your blood."
"More?"
"Yes, I... I mean... er... some... of your blood... for the first time...?" She gleamed nervously as Sampson's blank expression slowly devolved into a frown.

"You... bit me... whilst I slept." She looked nervously at the wall then the floor. "Jane..."
"..." Her hands slowly rose up to shield her face.
"STOP BITING ME WHEN I'M SLEEPING!!"
"AAAHH! I'M SORRY! I WAS HUNGIES!" He sat back down and sighed a third time.