Flicker Feather Gets Feather Flicked
The bedroom lights flicked on after a fuzzy, caramel brown hand brushed passed the switch. The lights made a low hum revealing the simple, cream interior. Clothes were strewn throughout the floor. Still visible however, was the gray rug underneath the manageable mess.
The young, fuzzy man took a few steps towards his bed with a lazy look in his eyes. He carefully pulled his hands through his shirt, and lifted it over his head, tossing it aside with a relieving sigh. Next, he lazily reached down and grabbed at top of his sock, and pulled them down. The socks slipped off with ease, and revealed his tender, worked feet. His thumb felt around the edge of the pant, and his fingers did the rest of the work; opening the pants and freeing himself. His tail flicked happily, now that it was free.
With a huff, he sat on the edge of his bed. His feet rubbed into the fuzzy rug. His toes happily scrunched into the spindle fibers. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head. A little groan escaped his tired body, remembering how busy he was that day.
“Tired, little Flicker Feather?”
A voice cut through the silence. It made him freeze, his arms still overhead and mouth still wide open. Only his eyes scanned the room.he rest of his body wastoo afraid to move. They darted back and forth, revealing only what he had already seen.He could feel his skin growing colder every second, and a sinking feeling within his tummy.
Before he could even attempt to reply, he heard a snicker. The sound echoed throughout the room, and teased his ears with devious intent. The devilish laughter was quickly replaced by another sound. A sound that made the young man's body thaw, and pull back onto his bed. It was the sound of cloth rubbing together.
Clothes began to pull together in the center of his room. They flipped, folded, unwound and twisted together into a large mass. The clothes in the mass pulled out into arms made of shirts, and a face made of pants and socks. The socks drew thick eyebrows as they pulled themselves taught into shape. They made a beard at the end of a pant leg chin and mouth. The mess of clothes thinned out, and attempted to make the monster as best as they could, even giving the monster a tongue made of red underwear.
“Heh heh... You need to clean your room, young man!” The monstrous being chuckled as clothes spilled over onto the bed. Flicker Feather pressed against the wall behind him and clenched his teeth. “But anyway... Let me get you ready.”
A long piece of black cloth quickly snaked across the ground, and jumped at Flicker Feather with an incredible speed. Before he could react, it covered his eyes and looped around his head, pressing into his soft yellow hair, and tied a neat little knot in the back to blind its' victim. The victim immediately tried to rip it off, but in doing so left himself vulnerable.
“Go away!!” Flicker finally screamed.
A surprised grunt, followed by a gasp was all that he could make afterwards as he felt his wrists get grabbed by unseen cloth. His arms pulled and writhed against the iron-like grip, but they couldn't stop themselves from getting pulled up and over his head. His hands laid limp on the edge of the cloth that held them there.
“What do you want?!”
The monster just snickered again with a reply, “Heheheh. To be honest, I just want to tickle the heck outta you. But,” Flicker Feather felt something soft brush against his nipple, “I think it'd be more interesting if I made a game out of it.” A second soft, fluttering object began to brush and tease Flicker's other nipple, “How's this: If you can guess who I am, then I'll let you go- and you won't even remember a thing!”
The monster snickered in a lower voice this time. It echoed and teased the terrified young man's ears like tiny little feathers fluttering in the wind. Flicker Feather bit his bottom lip as the soft, feathery things at his nipples slowed and teased more gently.
“You get three chances. After your first chance, I’ll go after those adorable feet of yours. After your second chance, I'll cut off your underwear.”
Flicker Feather crossed his legs in response.
“After your third and final chance,” The monster snickered again, this time lasting a lot longer than previously done. His voice teased Flicker in an unending torment. “Well, that's a surprise.” The monster cackled. The sound filling the room, and practically drowning Flicker Feather with teasing noise. “But don't worry. I only need feathers, used in all kinds of ways, for the adorable Flicker Feather! I mean, it's in your name, Just don't get them dirty.”
With that, a set of feathers fluttered over to Flicker’s body – hungry for tickling. Their spines wriggled with anticipation and fluffy tentacles wriggling towards Flicker with a need to tickle his body. When they met Flicker's armpits, they quickly got to work. Wriggling and fluttering into his sensitive pits, searching for the best spot. The fluffy tendrils brushed and teased his flesh over and over, with the spine as the guiding force to get in nice and close.
Flicker Feather's face scrunched and contorted as the tickling worsened. His body wriggled and pulled in vain away from the teasing feathers. Tiny slivers of giggles escaped his mouth as he tried to hold back the bubbly feeling. His ears flicked, as did his tail, when another set of feathers began to attack his sides next. The bed squeaked and bounced as Flicker tried to resist the worsening feather torture.
“Tickle tickle tickle!” The monster cooed softly into the boy’s ear. The voice seemed to tease as much as the feathers did. “I know you wanna laugh. I can hear your bubbling little giggles boiling up.”
Flicker Feather felt yet another feather gracefully sweep over his belly button this time. His body twitched and convulsed as each swipe of tickling, flickering feathers went over every sensitive part of his upper body.
“N-Ngghh...!” A wet growl escaped his mouth. His teeth laid bare as he grit them tight. Ears flopping as he shook his head, more whining and light giggling was the only response he could give.
“Alright, alright, I'll let you guess for your first time...” Flicker Feather felt the feathers halt all at once to let him breathe.
Flicker's chest rose and fell quickly as he caught his escaped breath. His mouth closed as he swallowed spit, readying himself for a response. Toes and feet wriggled anxiously as he tried to pull away again, but held back by the steely grip of cloth.
A few names went through his mind. Although he knew the voice had sounded male so far, it wasn't anyone he had known. A hazy fog of names enveloped his mind in the few moments he had to calm down and speak. He thought and thought for what seemed like ages as his chest rose and fell with every breath – feathers floating close by hungry to kill.
“Uhh...”
The monster's clothing shuffled impatiently, “Yeeees?”
Flicker Feather's lips pursed and scrunched as he made an elongated grunt, “Mmmnn. I think... Youu'rree...”
“No stalling, young man, or it's back to the feathers.” The voice whimsically danced his words around his victim's ears.
Flicker's face scrunched in a quick moment before he blurted out “Discord!”
It was a moment of silence between the two of them. The low, faint hum of electricity flowing through the lights in his room was what filled the void. The monster's apparent head pulled back from Flicker Feather, and slowly shook in disappointment.
“You wanna try that again? I'm feelin' nice today.” It chuckled softly.
Before his victim could reply, the monster swiftly revealed Flicker Feather's soft, supple feet in full view. Quickly, a loose hoodie slithered its way up Flicker's bed and wrapped its drawstrings around each toe. The drawstrings pulled back on their own and made sure each foot was on full display for its master. Each toe was forcefully but carefully flexed backward.
“U-Umm...” Flicker Feather's face grew red as his teeth clenched together. “Hnn... Y-You have to be someone I know...” He shook his head, “C-Celestia?!”
The monster paused for a moment before a bubbly snicker escaped him. “Hehehe. No way! C'mon now, I know she's one of your favorites, but... Haha, no.”
“Th-Then you must be Luna! There's nopony else!!” Flicker Feather blurted out as little beads of sweat hopped off his face.
The monster shook its head again; this time in a long, drawn out sigh. It brought a gloved hand to its head and lightly tapped it. The tips of its borrowed fingers pressing against the stolen mess of clothing, and groaned. “You could have made this more fun for me, you know.” Feathers slithered out from under the bed like a hungry parade of snakes. They floated close to their victim, waiting.
With a snap of its fingers, the monster lifted the poor boy by the wrists. Slowly, the victim was pulled into place just above his cushy bed, but not before fastening his toes in place in careful, delicate touch. Next, the monster slowly lifted the boy's legs up and out ever so slightly. A new angle now, in full view of the perverted tickling assailant. Of course, with such a pose, the monster knew his victim might be slightly uncomfortable, so one last preparation was in order.
“I'm sorry, Flicker Feather.” The monster pulled out a pair of scissors, and quickly snipped at the loose underwear around the sensitive boy's hip. “But you've run out of guesses.” The underwear daintily slid off his body – after a shivering huff – and revealed Flicker's golden package.
“Nooo...!” Flicker Feather whined as feathers began to slowly wriggle into his arches.
The monster snickered again as more feathers slowly began to creep around Flicker Feather's feet. The fibers wriggled and teased around each toe – leaving a lasting goodbye to each toe as they weaved in and out. In instinct, his feet twitched in agony as feathers swirled and curled around his lovely arches. Feathers took their attack to the arches as well, and slowly dragged themselves up and down. Their impossibly soft tentacle-like tendrils dug and dragged into his feet with almost supernatural accuracy. They made sure to leave a lasting tickling sensation wherever they went. Like a supernatural fire of ticklish wrath being spread all over his body, making his extremities burn in a ticklish blaze.
Another moment passed as more sets of feathers lowered onto the monster's victim. Of course, the feathers that were there from the start had begun their assault once more. However, the new set of feathers had a different place in mind. The backs of Flicker's legs, for starters. Slowly, their soft tendrils trailed against the back of his knee and followed up and down in slow, devious strokes. They were, however, careful to steer clear of Flicker's lower bits.
Meanwhile, Flicker Feather's face contorted and scrunched as he felt each stroke, each touch of every feather on his body excite his nerves. Little snickers and bubbly, stifled giggles knocked on his clenched teeth like locked prisoners. He could feel the laughter coming. It was building, and yelling to get out. Each feather was desperately, devilishly fluttering and tickling out every ounce of laughter it could muster for the poor boy. He was shaking.
“Oooh~ This is my favorite part.” The monster snickered again, as he made a set of feathers begin to tease around Flicker's ears. “I have a favorite toy of mine. Well, other than just feathers. Heheh... Can you guess what it is?”
The monster put a gloved hand into the mess of clothes he was made of. Slowly, he pulled out what looked like a short handle. He stopped, for only a moment, before pulling out the rather generously sized mess of feathers attached to the end of the handle in a swift motion. He held the duster in his hand, and brushed it in the air to test it. The puffy, deep blue feathers wiggled in the motion.
Unbeknownst to Flicker Feather, the duster was slowly brought to his bottom in a slow, careful motion. The hungry feathers slowly wriggled in the air as they swiped ever so lightly against Flicker's bottom.
“Ah!” Flicker Feather took a sharp breath as the duster pressed against his bottom. “D-Don't tickle there!”
“No? Hmmm~”
The feathers all over his body seemed to mimic the duster's motion. As it began to brush and tease into Flicker Feather's lovely bottom, the feathers followed suit. Every feather in the duster seemed to want to explore further into and around every inch of Flicker's most sensitive areas. The blue feathers pressed and flicked around the event horizon, as if they were searching for just the right spot to tickle.
Of course, with such an egregious number of feathers, the ticklish fluff just couldn't help but tease and brush against the bottom of his unwilling sack and taint. It wouldn't stop. It refused to stop. Every feathery fiber homed in on Flicker's sensitive payload, only wanting more laughter.
Flicker Feather's mouth shot open with laughter bursting out, “HAAAhahahaha!! Nooo! Haahaha! P-Pleeheeheheease!”
“Mmm~ Hehehe. Tickle tickle tickle~” The monster purred. His voice teasing Flicker's ears once more. “I hope you enjoy these magical blue feathers as much as I do ticklin' you with 'em~”
The feathers continued to flutter, tickle and tease all over Flicker's body with the focus now being on his sensitive private parts. One last trick now, a gaggle of feathers fluttered over to Flicker's excitable erection in a rush. They whisked themselves into the shape of a hand, and clasped lightly around the shaft – making sure the fluffy, feathery edges were the only ones touching the ultra-sensitive, erogenous zone. Hungrily, they wiggled their makeshift fingers as they made their soft, pumping action; forcing out lovely gasps from the victim.
Again and again, the feather duster swiped and brushed against Flicker's taint without mercy. Every feather was attracted to the ticklish flesh, making sure to touch and wriggle into his ultra-sensitive areas. Flicker was wailing with laughter as the feathers around his feet copied being hands as well, and used their tips to tickle and drag into his lovely arches. In a frenzy, Flicker Feather was caught in an assault of feathers all over his body. His mind grew fuzzier as his face grew warmer.
“HnnGHAHAHAH! Pleeheheeease stop!! Hahahah!” Flicker Feather was practically drooling as hysterical laughter left his mouth – manic even.
The tickling worsened, as the feathers moved faster and faster. The 'hand' around his cock pumped faster and faster. Flicker Feather could feel himself succumbing to a ticklish grave; feeling his teased member just about ready to burst.
“Ooh hohoho~ Anxious, are you?” The monster's voice purred and whispered into the boy's ear. “Tickle tickle... Tickle... tickle...” With every word, the hand pumped in one full action. The monster could feel the pressure built up to maximum. Its voice was low, and sultry now under the cackling laughter. “Tickletickletickletiiiickle! Hehehe~”
With a quick few swipes, the feathers finally coaxed out Flicker Feather's white love. As the white liquid began to burst, all the feathers around Flicker's body slowed to a tender purr. The cock throbbed and relented a powerful orgasm to the poor boy. Naturally, every string of liquid was caught mid air and brought to a little baggy.
The monster snickered, “Hehehe, you're such a nice young man.”
Flicker Feather's chest rose and fell heavily with every precious breath. The feathers stuck to him like glue, never ceasing their ultra-tender, slow touch even as he caught his breath. “Guh... Who... are you?” He couldn't help but giggle quietly, even after such an exhaustive session, due to the feathers still teasing his body.
“Wouldn't you like to know~” The monster chuckled, absorbing the baggy of white seed in the mess of clothing. “Mmm. I suppose I could tell you.”
The feathery hand that was wrapped around Flicker's vulnerable cock quickly moved and grabbed at his knees. His legs were pulled down, and the feather duster was brought to completely encase Flicker's cock and balls now.
“After a few more hours of this delicious tickling~ Hmhmhm...Huahahaha!” The feather duster began to brush and tease wildly around Flicker's aching cock and balls. “Mwahahahahahahaa!”
Flicker Feather's face contorted in ticklish agony as the plague of laughter struck him down once more. “Grahahaha!! Nohohohoohoo!!” The rest of the feathers around his body began to tickle wildly once more.
Author's Note
This is a one-off present for Caroo, one of my favorite artists. I hope you like it as much as he did.
