Quick Story - The Dragon and the Princess

The Princess tried to flee from the Dragon, but its long stride easily outmatched her. It used a single clawed hand to lift her up by her arms, turning her so she faced it before pinning her against the wall several feet off the ground. Ignoring her screams, the Dragon then took its other hand and used its sharp claws not to slash, but instead, to tickle. It poked her through her smooth, satin dress, the sleek material doing nothing to protect her sides from the torturous prodding. Her screams of fear were soon replaced with ones of laughter, though she was still begging for the same thing: for it to leave her alone. The Dragon, unsurprisingly, ignored this request. It was having fun listening to her laughter, and watching her try to escape its claws. Still, it was certain it could make her laugh harder than this.

It manoeuvred its tail up, and used it instead of its hand to hold her up, leaving both pairs of claws free to tickle her sides, effectively doubling the tickling. It may have increased it even more, it fact, as now she didn’t even have the luxury of squirming away to the side that wasn't being exposed to sensation that excited her nerves and forced involuntary laughter. The Dragon had tickled many princesses in its time, but this one seemed to be the most ticklish one yet. It would have to take its time with her, making sure to seek out every last ticklish spot she had on her sensitive body.

Although she wasn’t aware of how much things worse would become, the Princess was already suffering greatly. Those damned claws were sapping away every bit of resistance she had. They seemed to know exactly where to poke and drag along her sides to elicit the best reaction, and she could do nothing to escape them. The Dragon’s tail was like iron chains wrapped around her arms, and although she could sway a bit, but while doing so may have moved her slightly away from one set of claws, it did so by moving her into the welcoming tickling of the other. Even though its claws could rend steal, the Dragon had a surprisingly gentle touch, so gentle that it didn’t leave the slightest mark on her dress, even when her uncontrollable squirming caused her to push one side against them. It simply skillfully moved its claws with her shaking body. Although she was starting to wonder if being gouged would be that much worse than being tickled at this point. One thing was for sure: if she ever got back to the castle, she was having her father commission her a suit of armour to replace this dress.

Not that armour would have served as an effective obstacle to the mighty Dragon. Even the dress was too in the way for the Dragon’s taste, and it again grabbed her arms with its hand, now snaking its tail up under her dress, lifting it up and sliding it off her. She tried to keep from losing it with what as best she could with her arms above her, but the tip of the tail began to tickle her, melting away her resistance, and soon she was clad in her just her shoes, underwear and tights. Without pausing, the Dragon then wrapped its tail around her body, from her wrists to her ankles, releasing its grip on her arms and placing the dress on the ground, while she was rendered entirely immobile. The coil parted in the middle, revealing everything from her chin to her waist, so that she was now even more helpless to prevent the tickling of her torso. With teasing slowness, the Dragon lowered a claw into her bellybutton, and gently wiggled it, making her roar with laughter.

Despite what the legends say, dragons don’t go around eating princesses. At least most don’t. But this one, however, still enjoyed the taste of their bare skin. But it also enjoyed their laughter, and especially enjoyed combing the two. Encouraged by the reaction that the claw in her bellybutton got, it brought her up to its face, and stuck the tip of its pointed tongue into her bellybutton. It was too much for the poor Princess to bear, or it would have been if she had a say in the matter. The tongue was warm, wet, and rough, all proving to be effective qualities for tickling the inside of her bellybutton. And with the coiled tail pulling her body tight, with a single section of it sliding behind her back and pushing her stomach forward, she couldn't wiggle her stomach a millimetre. Its hands now free, the Dragon was able to draw a single claw down each side, starting just above her armpits, ending at her waist. Then it place the claws back at the top, and slowly dragged them down again. It was clear that her armpits were her most ticklish spot on her upper body, but the Dragon continued to torment her sides as well, enjoying the effect that the slight relief caused before her pits were again tickled. It especially loved the sudden inhale she gave when its claws touched just above the hyper ticklish pits before they again dragged down. It even gave a few gentle, but ticklish, pinches to her hips, keeping her attempts to resist off-balance.

Eventually, though, it stopped tormenting her sides and licking her bellybutton.  Unfortunately for her, it now licked her armpits. Rather than dragging its tongue up and down the length of her sides, it used the pointy tip of it to only tickle one of her smooth hollows. Within a single pass, the sweat in it was replaced by saliva, as the poor Princess doubled her efforts to wiggle from the inescapable tail. But nothing within her power could give her even a second of relief from the hot tongue she felt stroking up and down her armpit. The Dragon was quite pleased with the result, listening to her laughing screams for help and mercy. She would get neither. No matter what she did or wanted, she would continue to be tickled. The only rest she got was in the few second it took to rotate her around before her other armpit was also licked, tickling just as bad as the first.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, the Dragon decided it was time to focus on her feet. Again wrapping her whole body in its tail, it delicately removed her shoes. Her feet flailed in protest, and it could hear her muffled pleading emanating from its coiled tail, but it would do her no good. Gently but firmly gripping one of her big toes between two claws, it used the other hand to stroke the smooth tights, pressing softly enough that they didn’t rip, but hard enough that the soft foot under the delicate tights was tormented without mercy. To its delight, it heard screaming laughter coming from its victim, and continued to happily stroke her tender feet. It worked slowly, never speeding up, never tickling harder, just gently scratching her taut sole from ball to heel over and over with a single claw. It stopped only to switch feet, seemingly at random, and even then moved slowly, as if to build the anticipation. This continued until it decided it was time for its favourite part.

Loosening the tail around her legs, it carefully slid off her tights, revealing her soft, milky feet. They looked every bit as tender and sensitive as a princess’ feet should be. Although she couldn’t see it lift her feet to its mouth, the Princess definitely felt its slimy, rough tongue lick up and down both feet at once. She went wild. Or at least as wild as she could get wrapped up in the tail. The rough tongue tickled her feet like nothing she had ever felt, and nothing she wanted to feel again. All she could do was scrunch her feet, but it easily bent them back when its strong tongue licked up her tormented feet. The Dragon, meanwhile, was greatly enjoying her torture, both her laughter and the taste of her struggling soles. So much that when she eventually passed out and her laughter subsided, it continued to lick them a few more times, before gently setting her down. It then proceeded to put back on her tights and dress, the soles off the former turning dark where they absorbed its saliva. As much fun as it had tickling her in particular, keeping a ticklish princess around wouldn’t be worth the effort of caring for her. Besides, people wouldn’t try as hard to find it if it brought its princesses back. Though this one was the most ticklish one it had ever encountered. It would have to remember to play with her again one day.