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Laughing House Contest Entry - Playing to Lose

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She couldn't quite remember how she got to be in the middle of the woods during a rainstorm, but now wasn't exactly the time to concern herself with that. If Lucy didn't find shelter, she was going to freeze to death. Wandering through the woods, her luck changed for the better when she spotted a large mansion. Surely the owner would let her find shelter, maybe give her directions? Her elation quickly died out when she realized that the house looked abandoned. And who would live out in the middle of the woods like this? This was like something out of a horror film. But with no other alternative, she bravely tried the door, finding it unlocked.

The mansion was dim, but looked to be in fairly good repair, especially considering the exterior. She called out several times, but there was no reply. Normally she wouldn't have dared snoop around a stranger's house, but she felt compelled to try and open each door in the main room, finding them all locked except for the door on the left. Wandering in, she saw a comfortable looking stool in front of a more comfortable looking chair. As if possessed, she sat down on the chair, stretched her feet out, and drifted off to sleep. Had she stayed awake a few seconds longer, she may have noticed the figure suddenly standing next to her.

She awoke from her odd dream in her bed. Or at least, she thought she did, until she looked around and realized that is wasn't her bed, or her room, or even her house. Getting out of bed in a panic, she realized another thing: she had been stripped naked, and was now clothed only in a sheer nighty. Some pervert had kidnapped her, stripped her, and dressed her. She started to cry, but managed to pull herself together. Crying wouldn't solve her problem. She needed to be constructive. She began looking around the room for clues as to her predicament. She found them in the form of a note on the bedside table, though it left more questions than it answered.

Dear Lucy (I know your name, spooky),
Welcome to my fun house you lil cutie. Here you’ll find plenty of laughs and sooo much fun! Don’t worry though there are a few rules in place to keep you and the others safe, friendly, and full of tickling fun!
Rule 1: Look after yourself and stay ticklish
Rule 2: No violence of hurting! (Only a certain kind of “contact” is allowed ;) )
Rule 3: Have fun
So please enjoy yourself my darling little toy. I’ve gotta admit I’m actually rooting for you to win this one, just so I can reward you with some private “fun” <3.
Much love,
Your Host
“Feather”
P.S. Hope you don’t mind but I could not resist those utterly adorable little bubbly toes of yours <3

Confused by the last part, Lucy looked at her feet. There on the side on the left two was a dark blue mark. Lifting up her foot, she discovered it was lipstick. She felt herself blushing, oddly touched by this, though she'd never admit it. Seeing nothing else of value, she left the room, acutely aware of the sensation of the carpet on her bare feet. Exploring the top floor, she found two other doors. One was just a normal door, the only noteworthy thing about it being that it was locked. The other door, however, was a massive stone door, also sealed tight. Seeing no way to open it, Lucy headed downstairs, and tried the door nearest to her. It opened up into what appeared to be an art gallery, filled with statues and other such thing. A pedestal next to the entrance carried a plaque warning her not to touch the exhibits. Lucy, however, felt compelled to touch them out of spite.

The first exhibit was a majestic red and gold tapestry the appeared to be made out of a silk, with a small plaque that read “The Soft Embrace". Lucy felt herself compelled to touch it, and began to stroke her fingers over the smooth surface. It proved to be exquisitely soft, obviously it was high quality. She turned away from it, and to her shock, it seemingly leapt from the wall and wrapped around her like a cocoon, with only her feet left uncovered by it. Unable to move the rest of her body, she could only kick her feet in a futile attempt to free herself. But the tapestry might have well have been steel chains, for it didn't loosen a bit. Her kicking did have one effect though. Her feet, without the protection of their shoes and socks, were so soft and sensitive that just the sensation of the soft tassels brushing against her feet was enough to cause a light tickling sensation. Nonetheless, it was strong enough to make her giggle and instinctively wiggle her feet away, but with the tassels surrounding them, this only served to tickle her more, and she struggled to hold her feet still. That proved to be impossible once the entire tapestry seemed to vibrate against her skin, the thin nighty offering so little protection it might as well have not been there. She squirmed and rolled around, but no amount of force she gave freed her from the silk that was now buzzing against her whole body, making her scream with mirth that it muffled. This only caused her feet to kick harder, tickling her worse and worse. Still she tried to stop her kicking, if only to give one part of her body relief. But all her will wasn't enough to stop her body, and she kicked, screamed, squealed, and continued to laugh and laugh.

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The first exhibit was a majestic red and gold tapestry the appeared to be made out of a silk, with a small plaque that read “The Soft Embrace". However, Lucy felt herself walking past it to the next exhibit, a round mirror with an ornate frame, its own plaque labelling it "The Menacing Mirror". Almost uncontrollably, Lucy ran her hand over the mirror, though she didn't know why. What she did know, as she told her reflection aloud, was that "even in this nighty I look good!" However, nothing could have prepared her for when her reflection replied "Agreed, we look too good to resist". Fearfully, unbelieving, she nervously asked if her reflection just spoke to her, terrified she might get a response. Unfortunately, not only did it confirm what she was hoping was her imagination, it then informed her it would do the talking, while she "can have the happy job of doing all the laughing!" Before she could question this statement, Lucy's reflection's smile grew into a menacing grin, as it lifted its nighty with one hand, and trailed the nails of the other hand over its soft stomach. Lucy, to her further surprise, felt a pair of nails delicately glide over her own stomach, under her nighty. She tried to rub her stomach to rid herself of the sensations, as she felt them glide back the other way. She begged her reflection to stop, but it mischievously claimed to be admiring "our super soft, silky, sensitive little tummy." Soon it began to squeeze the slightly pudgy flesh, increasing Lucy's laughter, and even stuck a finger in its bellybutton, making her fall to the floor in ticklish weakness. She rolled around and flailed endlessly as her reflection continued to torment her. Soon it moved beyond her stomach, and played a horrible ticklish game of "this little piggy" with her soft toes. Next it counted her ribs with teasing slowness, before rubbing its armpits, just as soft and smooth as Lucy's, as every touch was transferred to the poor, helplessly laughing girl.

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The first exhibit was a majestic red and gold tapestry the appeared to be made out of a silk, with a small plaque that read “The Soft Embrace".

After what felt like hours and kicking a screaming and trying to fight off the hands she felt tickling her ribs, Lucy tried to finish the story, in hopes that that would end the torment. But she made it no further than the next chapter, which launched right into a vicious foot tickling session, and soon she couldn't hope to stand, or reach the book as it lay on the table. She was no stuck on the ground, having succeeded only in increasing her endless tickling.

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The first exhibit was a majestic red and gold tapestry the appeared to be made out of a silk, with a small plaque that read “The Soft Embrace".

She tried to force the socks off, but they were stuck to her skin as if they were filled with superglue. Of course, she knew they actually filled with soft fuzz, but only because it had been tickling every millimetre of her ticklish feet for the last few hours, with no sign of letting up.

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The dragon's slimy tongue licked all over Lucy's soles, as she tried to move her feet away from it, to no avail.

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The angel's fingers nails tormented her sides and armpits endlessly, while the stone grips held her wrists impenetrably tightly.

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The maiden teased Lucy's neck and ears with its soft feather, while she in turned giggled and squealed like a little girl. She begged it to let her go, and to her surprise, it did. It offered her the feather before returning to its original pose. Despite this, Lucy gave it a wide berth as she left. She headed right for the door, before looking back over the gallery. It was filled with other objects, but looking at them filled Lucy with an impossible to explainable fear. Her eyes settled on a statue of a dragon, and she found herself thinking how rough and slimy its tongue must be, how badly it would tickle her feet. Why would she think that? It was a statue, it had no tongue, and if it did, it would be cold and made of stone. And why would it be licking her feet? Shaking the thought from her head, Lucy left. She tried the door to the other side of the stairs, and discovered it was locked tight. Seeing as how she had no intention of returning to the room where she had fallen asleep, this left only one door. It too was locked, but it did have a note on it.

"Make me smile and I may just open for you". Her confusion at the strange note only deepened when she noticed the doorknob bore a frowny face. She considered the feather in her hand, and, feeling rather ridiculous, flicked it back and forth across the doorknob. Surprisingly, the doorknob's frown turned to a smile as it actually giggled. Amazed that that worked, Lucy went through the now unlocked door into what appeared to be a dining room. And sitting on the table was a magnificent cake. However, much like the art in the gallery, looking at this gave Lucy a twinge of fear, and she found herself imagining herself on the floor, giggling uncontrollably. Once again shaking the thought from her head, Lucy quickly tried the door on the right, which lead into the kitchen. It had two more doors, though both proved to be locked. However, lying on the counter was a key with a note attached, congratulating Lucy on finding it, and informing her it was for the library on the floor above. Heading back upstairs, she first went to the imposing stone door, but it had no visible keyhole, just a small indent. Thankfully, the key unlocked the other door no problem, which lead into, unsurprisingly, a room full of books. Lucy scanned the titles, noticing most of the seemed to have something to do with tickling. The library had two comfy looking chairs, but Lucy had learned her lesson when it came to comfy chairs in this place. The only other thing of interest left was a mirror with a stone tablet next to it. According to said tablet, the mirror was a gateway to a fun little challenge with a new friend. An hour ago, Lucy would have discounted such a notion. But now she was hardly surprised when poking the mirror suddenly caused the room to change. It looked very similar, but now the bookshelves had been rearranged. The mirror now had a hole beneath it, and the tablet instructed her to find an orb hidden in the "Librayrinth", and insert it into the hole to go back to the mansion. It also warned that there were 4, and the other 3 were "naughty". More worrying, though, was the warning about the "friendly" librarian, who supposedly could smell fear, and Lucy's "pretty little feet". The last part of the tablet warned Lucy not to "let her tickle you too much". Great, another pervert!

She only took a few steps forward before a voice rang out. "I smell a new toy! Somebodies either really brave to come her barefoot, or their feet really need a scrubbing!" What was it with this place!? Lucy quickly set out in search of the orb. She only turned a few corners however before she found the librarian. To Lucy's shock, the librarian looked like some kind of cross between a cat and a person. Before she could move, the creature tackled Lucy, and began to tickle her sides. With her nerves already on high alert, Lucy had no chance of resisting the ticklish attack. The creature stopped tickling her to speak.

"Oh my, I never imagined you'd be this cute. Now you're all Arieta's! God, just look at your face, it's so adorable!" And your little button nose, it's just so damn cute!" The neko girl then pinched Lucy's nose. However, doing so shifted her forward, exposing her armpits and leaving Lucy what may be her only chance to escape.

Seeing this opening, Lucy tickled the exposed armpits of the librarian, causing her to squeal and recoil. Lucy was about to continue her assault when her attackers shock was replaced with a predatory grin, causing her to pause. Unfortunately for Lucy, she preferred "naughty little toys". Her eyes lighting up, the cat-like girl spoke "I've just had a positively spine-tingling idea. Neck nibbles always make me shudder and squeal, I wonder what they do to you?". Before Lucy could defend herself, her tormentor leaned over and began to gently nibble Lucy's ticklish neck. In turn, she squealed and laughed, while trying to force off Arieta, or at least push her head away. She couldn't believe how much the warm lips tickled her neck, and she screamed with laughter while her strength failed her, leaving her helpless against the torrents of tickling Arieta planned for her.

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Lucy saw that her attacker’s armpits were exposed, but instead of trying to tickle them, and risk making her attacker eager for revenge, she instead decided to outsmart her, tricking her into thinking there was a sock behind her. Unfortunately, this only gave temporary relief. After realizing Lucy's deception, the cat-like librarian declared that she would "nibble your tootsies for fibbing!" before she gave chase. Lucy tried to flee into the maze-like bookshelves, but soon, her pursuer pounced on her, knocking her to the ground and straddling her legs, before bringing Lucy's feet to her face. Pressing her face against Lucy's feet, she inhaled deeply, and her mouth started to water. She had smelt Lucy' feet when she had first entered the librayrinth, but they smelled so much better up close. She couldn't contain herself anymore. She had to taste them. She cheerfully asked if Lucy was ready for her punishment, but her answer hardly mattered. She placed the toes of one of Lucy's feet in her warm, wet mouth, and began to gently nibble them with her sharp teeth. Poor Lucy screamed. Never before had she felt such an intense tickling technique, and it was focused on the most ticklish part of her most ticklish part. Making it even worse was Arieta's warm breath, which flowed over her feet and toes, exciting her nerves and making her even more sensitive. She laughed harder than she ever had in her life, yelling how bad it tickled to no one in particular. But that only egged on Arieta, who declared her intent to make it "tickle like hell", as she increased the intensity, resulting in increased laughter.

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Lucy saw that her attacker’s armpits were exposed, but instead of trying to tickle them, and risk making her attacker eager for revenge, she instead decided to beg. But before she could get a word out, the cat-like girl's sharpened nails began to torment her sides, and she was forced to beg through her laughter. "Oh please, does begging ever get a cute thing like you out of being tickled?" came the teasing response. Though it took a few second to form the words, Lucy enthusiastically replied "Yes!" "Tut tut tut" came the reply "Arieta doesn't like it when her toys tell fibs. I think I need to give your tummy some disciplinary raspberries." With deliberate slowness, the librarian lifted the sheer nighty covering Lucy's stomach, revelling in the delicious anticipation the slow pace caused. Lucy tried to squirm away, but she was pinned firmly in place. Licking her lips, Arieta took and deep breathe, and placed her lips on Lucy's bellybutton, before blowing out. The sound of the blowing was swallowed up by Lucy's desperate laughter, as Arieta continued to inhale through her nose and exhale against Lucy's stomach, stopping only to wet her lips, as Lucy laughed and laughed. The only mercy she received was when Arieta took pause to flip her over, but this was followed with raspberries on her feet, or "paws" as the neko-girl called them, which proved to tickle even more.

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Noticing how cat-like her captor was, Lucy rubbed her ears, a technique that had always calmed her friend's cat. As soon as Lucy's hands touched the librarian's soft ears, her expression grew relaxed, and she began to purr, fall over, and cur up. Lucy stopped, and quickly fled. She heard the the strange cat-like girl get up, but suddenly, Lucy stopped running. She knew what capture would likely mean, but she felt compelled to stand there as Arieta caught up with her and grabbed her. Thankfully for Lucy, she had enjoyed her ear rub. Unfortunately for Lucy, she had decided that as a result, she was going to tickle Lucy into submission and make her a tickle slave and "ear masseuse". To demonstrate, she cheerfully lifted Lucy's nighty, exposing her stomach to the warm air. Next she began to tease and tickle the soft skin, receiving giggled and yelps in return. Lucy tried to beg for mercy, but Arieta continued to torment her, intent on being true to her word. Lucy was going to be her tickle slave, and any resistance would simply make it more fun to dominate her.

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Noticing how cat-like her captor was, Lucy rubbed her ears, a technique that had always calmed her friend's cat. As soon as Lucy's hands touched the librarian's soft ears, her expression grew relaxed, and she began to purr, fall over, and cur up. Lucy stopped, and quickly fled. Fleeing through the maze-like bookshelves, she found an orb resting on one of the shelves. Hoping this was the right one, she grabbed it fled back to the mirror, the tickle-happy cat-girl right behind her. Reaching her goal, she pushed the orb into a slot, and touched the mirror. To her relief, she found herself in the library. The real one, not that crazy maze. Unfortunately, she had no idea what to do next. All she had succeeded in doing was almost getting caught by a tickle-crazed lunatic. As she thought about what to do next, a strange thing happened. She began to remember things that hadn't happened. She remembered have her toes nibbled by the librarian. She remembered having her neck nibbled. She even remembered rubbing the cat-girl's ears, which she knew she had, but then, rather than escaping, allowing herself to be caught and made into the monster's "tickle slave", as if someone else was controlling her movement, or more accurately, lack of movement. It felt similar to the feeling of fear she felt in the gallery, and dining room. What was going on?

Whatever was happening, she wasn't going to figure it out standing around. She quickly found her next goal when, exiting the library, she heard a strange sound, and discovered an odd glowing symbol on the the wall. Realizing touching it would likely be the only way to continue forward, she gave it a poke, and with a flash of light, found herself in a long stone hallway. And standing in front of her was a strange girl with pure white hair, and pale ash-like skin. She certainly didn't like the look of her, but with nothing but a solid stone wall behind her, Lucy had little choice but to follow. Still, no reason not to be stealthy, as she softly crept along, feeling the cold, but smooth and clean, stone beneath her bare feet. She followed the odd girl, miming her action in pressing a secret button and flipping switches, probably avoiding horrible traps. Soon she reached a large room, and watched the strange girl following a long, winding path through it.

She was reasonably certain she could follow the same path, but when she reached the first spot the girl turned on, Lucy felt herself continue to walk forward. She saw a bright flash of light, then nothing. Just pure darkness. She wasn't sure where she was, but she could mostly move freely, save for her feet, which seemed immobile. Though they also felt warm, so she didn't mind. At least not until a sharp object dragged its way up her left heel to the ball of her foot, while she giggled and squealed in ticklish helplessness. When the sensation stopped, Lucy snapped at the unseen tickler to just let her out. Instead, she now felt the sharp object dragging down her right sole, tickling just as much as it slowly made the journey to her heel. Apologizing for her outburst, Lucy explained that she was very scared, and didn't like to be ticklish, could whoever was there please let her go? Instead, now 3 sharp objects returned to her left foot, dragging up the soft flesh with greater speed. Lucy was now panicking, begging to be let go. Instead now three sharp points dragged down her right foot, as Lucy laughed and laughed helplessly. Unknown to her, the girl she had been hunting was now the hunter, and had Lucy's adorable feet trapped in front of her, as she tormented them with her sharp, red nails. The torment grew when she grasped a single toe and pulled it back, before skittering a single nail along its base. It tickled so bad Lucy couldn't even plead, only scream, as her toes were gently but effectively tickled one by one.

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She was reasonably certain she could follow the same path, and soon made it through the room. Continuing ahead, she found the entrance to what looked similar to the room she had woken up in, but with stone walls. And there at a desk was her prey. She started towards her, but then found herself drawn to the bed in the corner, which looked even softer then the one she had woken up in. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help but stand there and examine it. Without warning, though, a figure grabbed her from behind, and soon Lucy was on the soft bed, wrapped up in a fresh blanket, only her scowling head and nervous feet sticking out. Her captor soon erased the scowl with the precise application of her fingers, as she sank them into the soft, ticklish flesh. Poor Lucy was soon laughing and struggling, though only one was noticeable. The fingers tickled her soles without mercy, as the blanket succeeded in keeping her trapped helplessly. It got even worse when the odd girl leaned forward and gently licked the soft skin. She slowly and carefully dragged her down up the soles again and again, tickling Lucy like crazy. Every time the tongue pressed into her sole seemed to tickle worse than the last. It would grow even worse when she found out how ticklish Lucy's toes were.

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She was reasonably certain she could follow the same path, and soon made it through the room. Continuing ahead, she found the entrance to what looked similar to the room she had woken up in, but with stone walls. And there at a desk was her prey. Lucy couldn't be completely certain that this girl was responsible for her torment, but better safe than sorry, right? She snuck up behind the strange girl and went right for her sides, letting her fingers down up and town her victims ribs. Strangely, although the girl squirmed in an attempt to escape the surprise attack, and her face was one of ticklish torment, she made no sound. Lucy quickly realized there was only one reason for this: the girl was unable to speak. In Lucy's opinion, that would make it even worse. Being tormented by her wiggling fingers, but being unable to make a single peep in protest.

"Aww, does this tickle?" The girl, of course, didn't respond, although her face and wiggling made it clear it tickled quite a bit. "What's that? I'll just take your silence as a no. Guess that means I can keep ticka-ticka-tickling!" Her unfortunate prey was going absolutely nuts in her seat, kicking and flailing in a pointless attempt to escape the tickling digits, but trapped behind the desk, she had nowhere to squirm to. And when she did manage to wiggle onto the floor, this only made her an easier target. Without stopping her assault, Lucy straddled the girl's waist, before lifting her shirt and attacking her soft stomach instead. The girl's eyes squeezed shut as she laughed in silent protest, unable to even muster the control over her body needed to fight back. Seeing her victim's stomach squirm around gave Lucy a wicked idea.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to the girl's smooth stomach, which tensed in response. But this did nothing to lessen the effect of Lucy's raspberry. The girl's eyes shot back open, and she tried to jump out from under Lucy, but she wasn't going anywhere. Lucy teasingly said "I think you liked that! I had better give you another one then!", knowing the poor girl couldn't object. All she could do was open her mouth in silent laughter and Lucy blew raspberry after raspberry, until she finally passed out. Lucy now took a moment to examine the room. She quickly found two things of interest: a key sitting on the desk, labelled cellar; and a glowing symbol on the ground. Taking the key, she walked onto the symbol, which sent her back to the 2nd floor hallway. She figured the cellar door would likely be in the kitchen, and sure enough, the key opened one of the two previously locked door. After solving a simple puzzle, she went through another door, into what was essentially the cellar's cellar.

She started through the dark room, but didn't get far before an unseen force yanked her right foot into a hole in the wall, causing her to fall down. Looking at the wall, the edge of the hole seemed to be the exact same size as her ankle. She had no idea how her foot had fit into it, but it seemed that she would have no luck pulling it out. She soon got a chance to test this when something fuzzy began to brush against her sole. It started off as a gentle teasing, but soon it was scrubbing her foot, as she screamed with mirth, helplessly trying to free her tormented foot. It felt like hundreds of fine feathers tickling every inch of her foot, plus a gentle scratching of her arch. She was trapped, unable to free herself as she lay on the floor of the dark basement laughing in the darkness.

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What the hell just happened? One second Lucy's foot was being tickled crazy, the next she was at the entrance to the cellar's cellar. It wasn't like before, where she could kind of remember something that didn't happen. She knew that one second she was being tickling, the next she wasn't. She really didn't want to go back down into the dark room, but she had little choice. She made sure that she avoided the wall where her foot had gotten trapped, but soon, an unseen force on a different wall pulled her foot in, and again it was completely stuck and being tickled without mercy.

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Okay, this was getting weird. It was almost as if she was "resetting" every time she got stuck. But, she'd dwell on that later. She had noticed that she only seemed to get stuck when she walked near the southern sides of walls. So she just had to give them press against the north sides. But, as had happened, before, she felt compelled to follow a new path that went too closely to yet another wall with a previously unseen hole.

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And then she was back at the door. She really didn't like this. Even when she figured it out, she felt herself doing something wrong. But she pressed forward, and after avoiding the southern sides of all the wall, she came to a large crack. She sure as hell wasn't going in there. But to her terror, she felt herself uncontrollable walking right into it! This wasn't even a compulsion. She was completely unable to control her own movement. Soon she was completely enveloped by the darkness. But unfortunately, she wasn't alone. An unseen figure grabbed at her nighty, pulling it off her with ease. She quickly grew chilly, surprised at how warm the sheer nighty had evidently been. Though she much preferred the cold to the sensation of her sides being poked and prodded by the unseen assailant. Next her thighs were tormented, then her ribs. The rib tickling increased in intensity, before suddenly her entire body was enveloped in tickling, from her neck and armpits to her toes and feet!

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She was again at the door back to the cellar, and still she couldn't control herself as she walked right by a wall, her foot again getting trapped.

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Again she reappeared after an intense tickling that seemed to last hours, though now she seemed to be in control again. She didn't know how long this would last though. She quickly worked her way through the dark room, avoiding walls and cracks, before finding a large gem. Surely this was what she was meant to find? She quickly left the cellar's cellar, but as soon as she stepped into the cellar, a figure tackled her to the ground. Lucy immediately tensed in preparation for more tickling, but the figure darted away instead. Standing back up, Lucy realized the gem had been taken, and gave chase. Passing through the kitchen, Lucy noticed the third door had been kicked open. Beyond that, she saw grass outside! Screw the gem, this might be her chance to escape. She ran out into the grass, but soon jumped back in shock. The grass beneath her feet felt like dozens of soft feathers tormenting her soles! What kind of place was this, where even the grass tickling so badly?

Looking through the house, she decided to try the door that had been locked on the first floor. Not only did it turn out to be unlocked, but the thief was inside, up on a ledge! Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent the girl had no intent of giving it back. Instead she was content to play with it using her toes. It also became apparent that the girl wasn't human, though she was close. After a quick argument with her Lucy, discovered she was a rather vain goblin, and she was only willing to trade the gem for socks. Great.

Lucy began her search in the gallery. Seeing the exhibits, she now had vivid memories of each one tickling her insane, save for the statue that gave her the feather. However, one of these memories was a pair of socks! Taking them from their box, she remember how badly the soft fuzz had tickled her. These would teach that thief a lesson! Returning to the goblin, Lucy soon realized her plan had one downside: with the goblin rolling of the floor, screaming with laughter while trying to pull the socks off, Lucy had no way of getting the gem! Her problem was solved when the goblin's flailing kicked the gem right at Lucy. In turn, she ducked out of the room, closing on the door of the helpless goblin. She was in for quite a bit of laughter. Over the faint laughter coming from the door, she could hear a loud humming coming from upstairs.
Investigating, she found the massive door she had passed by so many times was now glowing. Hoping this would work, Lucy stuck the gem into the door, which opened into complete darkness. With no other choice, Lucy stepped through.

Suddenly, she was back in the maze, looking right at the tickle-crazed librarian, who was in the middle of saying, with a devious grin, "nibble your tootsies for fibbing!" before she gave chase again. No no no, not this again! Lucy tried to flee, desperate to avoid reliving this, but alas, as before, she was tackled to the ground, before her feet were lifted to the Arieta's mouth.

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Now she was at the entrance to the room where she had found the pale, mute girl. But, unable to control herself, she walked over to the bed in the corner, and, as expected, she was grabbed and rolled up into the blanket. Again she felt the fingers torment her soles, as she laughed. But soon it reached the moment she truly dreaded: the sensation of the warm tongue again her feet!

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Now she was in the art gallery, unable to stop herself from touching the dragon, before its tongue had a turn at their sensitive feet.

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And now she was following the wrong path to the pale girl's room, before finding her feet again at the girl's merciless nails!

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Again and again she appeared in different parts of her journey, each time unable to do anything to stop the inevitable tickling. She had no clue what was going on, who was controlling her, but one things was certain: they sure loved tickling!
My entry to TickleWizard's contenst, based on his game "The Laughing House". And I belive the longest story I've ever written. likely also the one with the most mistakes, because, damn, there's a lot of proofreading.

As you can probably tell, this looks at it from Lucy's perspective, but with her as a game character being controlled (and likely tormented) by the player, rather then her as the person in the story.
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Karu09's avatar
I haven't played the game myself, but this was still quite an enjoyable read. I found the method of telling the story from Lucy's POV as a game character both unique and interesting, I don't believe I've ever seen something similar done before. As usual the tickling scenes were great due how descriptive they are, if only Lucy had recalled a bit more about her encounters with the dragon statue and its slimy tongue. :D