Hard Mode

This was an idea based on an OC I created for MirthGoblin by the name of "Haruki" who's like a living doll that can be disassembled but still retain all the feeling in her body. And this one comes with a story written by Mirth :D

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“Okay, you are just blatantly cheating now,” said Megan, jerking her controller back in frustration. Haruki just grinned and slid her joystick around with practiced ease. 

“Nah, I’m just better than you. Admit it.” Megan growled in response, watching the green pixelated car on her half of the screen grind into the railing and shave precious mph off of her speed. Meanwhile, on Haruki’s side, the red car slalomed through the curves effortlessly, evading the guardrails by inches. The tiny map in the bottom showed that Haruki was clearly and definitely in first place, with a healthy lead. The two competing girls were seated on a couch in Haruki’s apartment, with the asian girl sitting cross legged while the much smaller Megan sat with her legs up on the seat of the couch. Another girl, Isa, was leaning over the couch’s back, watching the fierce race with casual interest. Haruki had invited her two friends over for some video gaming. After a few fun coop party games, Isa had taken a snack break, raiding the fridge with Haruki’s blessing. When she’d come back to the living room, she’d found the two embroiled in their current woman on woman fight to the finish. The mocha skinned cat girl was now just watching the race cars speed around the track, her blue eyes twitching from one screen to the next.

“And victory! The Queen of Mean defends her crown! Suck it, girl! Suck it hard!” shouted Haruki as the red car slide across the finish line. She dropped the controller in her lap and thrust her arms up into the air. Megan groaned, but still finished the race just to show she wasn’t a bad sport. In the Wakupogue gaming scene, being a bad sport was even worse than being an actual cheater. As her own green car passed the finish line, she let out a growl of anger. Or, as least as growly as her chipmunk anthro voice could muster. It sounded more like an angry puppy. She shook her head of golden hair and glared at Haruki. The pale skinned grinned back at her.

“Face it, Megan, I’m just better than you. Hell, I could beat you again with one hand tied behind my back,” she said, giving her friend a playful wink. Megan muttered a few dire threats under her breath, before her eyes fell upon Haruki’s bare foot poking out from underneath the black haired girl’s knee. 

“How about with one foot tied?” she said, lunging forward and snatching up the naked sole. With a loud pop, Haruki’s foot came free from her ankle. This was done with a lot less blood and screaming than one might expect. Haruki was in truth a full sized mannequin doll brought to life, an asian version of Pinocchio. Only Haruki’s father had been smart enough to make her into a young woman rather than a child. As for her fairy godmother, the eccentric spirit had chosen to make Haruki flesh instead of wood, but kept her puppet like joints and invulnerability. The result was that Haruki felt like normal skin, but her various joints could come undone with a little pressure, as her friends well knew from experience. Weirdness like this is common in Wakupogue, where aliens and fae rub shoulders in bars run by nagas. 

Prize in hand, Megan gave Haruki an evil little smile. “Whatta say? You think you can beat me while you’re being… distracted?” she said, as she drew a single pink nail down Haruki’s bare sole. The tiny foot scrunched up in her grasp as a goofy smile snuck across the asian girl’s face.

“Absolutely! The Queheheheen can’t be defeated so eheheheheheasily!” giggled Haruki, squirming a little in her seat. Part of her was nervous about letting the tiny girl tickle her hypersensitive sole, as she was threatening. The puppet girl’s magical nature meant that her feet never got worn or callused; that was the main reason she walked around barefoot all the time. This mean that her feet were always as soft, supple, and dreadfully ticklish as the day she was given life. She knew she should back out of this bet, but that would be basically admitting that the tiny girl was getting to her. And there was no way Haruki’s pride would let that happen. Megan’s wicked grin widened. She knew Haruki would take her up on her offer. She’d never known the pale girl to ever not take a bet, no matter how risky the odds. Megan had her right where she wanted her, like a puppet on a string.

“Then let’s make it official. I bet you that you can’t defeat me at this racing game, while I…” Megan trailed off, looking at the controller in her lap and the foot in her hands. Small as it was, there was no way she could hold the foot, tickle the foot, hold the controller, and race with the controller all at the same time.

“I…” she stammered, looking around for inspiration while she filibustered. She looked upwards to see Isa staring down over the back of the couch. The cat girl’s eyes were gleaming. “I mean, while Isa tickles your bare feet. That’s the bet!” Haruki took advantage of Megan’s distraction to snatch her foot back and slip it back onto the smooth ball of her ankle. 

“Fine. What are the stakes?” Haruki never turned down a bet, but she refused to bet for just bragging rights. Something had to be at stake. Otherwise, where was the excitement? Where was the fun? Megan blinked for a second. She really, really didn’t have any idea what the stakes should be. Then Isa leaned forward and spoke up.

“Ooo, I know! The loser has to let the winner and me do whatever we want to them for one whole hour,” she said in a merry voice, smiling down at them. Haruki and Megan glanced at each other, their thoughts clear on their faces. 

Megan’s said, ‘I’m glad she’s on my side.’ 

Haruki’s said, ‘Shit.’

With a gulp, Haruki nodded. Isa gave a happy squeal and moved to the front of the couch. She reached out and grabbed the sides of Haruki’s black jeans and gave them a sharp pull. With another pop, the asian girl’s lower body came off at her waist. Haruki let out a startled “Eep!”

“Isa! Wh… what are you doing? The bet was just for my feet!” she hollered in protest. Isa nodded. 

“Oh, okay. Sorry, guess I was getting carried away. Here,” she said, grabbing both of Haruki’s feet and pulling them away from her legs. She tossed the rest of Haruki’s lower torso onto a nearby beanbag chair. The asian girl muttered something vindictive, but didn’t protest. She could play just as well with her upper torso and complaining about something that small would seem petty. Megan picked up her controller and rolled her tiny shoulders. She called out over the couch, 

“Now, when you hear me say go, give it to her!”

“Absolutely!” replied Isa, putting the pair of pale soft feet face in her lap. She stretched her fingers and wiggled her claws inches from those delicate soles. Haruki flinched as she felt the air moving around her feet and gripped her controller tightly.

“Thisisgoingtosuck… thisisgoingtosuck… thisisgoingtoreallyreallysuck…” she whispered under her breath, refusing to take her eyes off of the screen. The game announcer’s obnoxiously excited voice rippled through the room. “Alright… On your marks… Get ready… GO!”

Haruki, who’d played this particular map a million times, got the jump start, responding the split second that she could. Her red car instantly blitzed forward, taking a quick lead before Megan could respond. The chipmunk girl gasped in surprise, then hit her own throttle hard.

“Go, go, tickle the shit out of her! Quick!” she cried out, trying to catch up. Isa nodded. Normally, she’d start off a tickling session slow, with lots of teasing and poking and gentle prodding to get the ticklee nice and nervous. In Haruki’s case, she felt pretty sure the puppet girl was already hyped up. Plus, she couldn’t see what Isa was doing. So rather than hold back, Isa simply dug her long, pointed nails into the soft undersides of Haruki’s toes.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! Oh, fuck nohohooo! Not there, nohohohot there!” shrieked Haruki, grinning maniacally as she squirmed back and forth. Her car slid right into a guardrail, shedding speed as Megan began to catch up. Meanwhile, behind the couch, Haruki was curling up her toes like mad, trying to keep Isa from getting to them. Unfortunately, this meant that her soles were all scrunched up, turning her arches into a nice bed of wrinkles. Isa licked her lips and dug in, skittering her wicked claws across the tender soles.

“Shitfuck! Ehehehehehe! Isa, plehehehease! Mercy! I can’t, hehehee, keep this up!” Haruki begged, barely finishing her first lap of three without slamming into a wall. Megan didn’t say a word. While Haruki was definitely playing a lot worse than before, her constant giggling and howling was surprisingly distracting, making it hard for Megan to concentrate on the game. She’d already missed two speed bumps. And while she was close enough to see Haruki, she couldn’t quite close the gap.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Haruru, did you say something? I couldn’t hear it through all of that laughter. You’re going to have to speak up,” teased Isa. The catgirl was now concentrating on a single sole, using one hand to gently push those plump little toes open. Every time Haruki tried to curl her toes again, Isa gave her a quick tickle to loosen them up. Once she had Haruki’s sole nice and taut, she slowly raked her nails down the soft surface. Haruki was now crying with laughter, rapid blinking her eyes to keep her vision clear. Her cheeks, her chest, and even her soles were turning a soft red as her concentration was taxed to the limit. Despite the ticklish distractions, she knew she could win. She remembered every curve of this map, every slope, every angle.

She was evening learning to compensate for Isa’s tickling, going just a hair slower and taking the curves just a little looser. She smoothly finished her second lap, moving into her third and final. Megan gritted her teeth. Haruki was insanely good! The tiny chipmunk girl had an image of her losing, of her being held down and at Isa’s mercy for a whole flipping hour. She shivered and shook her head. No, Isa was on her side. She just needed a little bit more help.

As Haruki shot forward toward the final stretch, Megan called out, “Isa, get her now! She’s going to win!” That was the moment that Isa had been waiting for. She’d been holding back her secret weapon, something she’d wanted to do from the moment she realized Haruki was barefoot. She picked up the puppet girl’s left sole and held it up to her mouth. With a smile of pure pleasure, she slowly licked the bright red sole from heel to toes. Cat anthros had many gifts from their feline ancestry. Cute ears, fuzzy tails… and nice rough tongues. While not as abrasive as a true cat’s tongue, their prickly tongues made for flexible and sinister tickling tools. As the poor girl was finding out.

Haruki let out a scream of laughter and dropped her controller, hugging herself as her car flew into a wall. A true gamer to the last, the asian girl recovered fast, picking it back up and guiding her car back onto the track. Just in time for her to feel that utterly malicious tongue lightly lick between her toes. Megan barely avoided a collision as the red car swerved in front of her. She tried to drown out Haruki’s frantic begging and make her own bit for the finish line. Haruki might have been able to make it, might have been able to pull off a last minute win… if Isa hadn’t popped two of her toes into that moist mouth and licked them thoroughly. She didn’t ever realize she’d lost the race through the tears pouring from her cheeks. In fact, she couldn’t even guide the car to the finish line. Ignobly, she had to wait until she timed out, with Isa lapping at her naked soles the whole while. 

Megan took the moment to bask in her win. Okay, in her joint win, she conceded, as she watched Haruki clawing at the edge of the couch. She felt a brief moment of pity for the poor girl, before she remembered the smug look on Haruki’s face when she’d won. Nah, she deserved this. Once the annoying announcer cried out the finish of the race, Isa stopped her licklish lapping of Haruki’s soles. The pale girl, now bright red, panted for a moment. Isa calmly walked around the couch, the tiny feet nestled in the crook of her arm. Haruki glared up at her.

“You are… evil… Pure evil… I hope you… know that…” she gasped, slowly regaining her cockiness.

Megan reached forward and casually yanked off Haruki’s head, giving the girl’s torso a kick off of the couch. “Hey, don’t talk to my partner that way. She did a fantastic job,” she said, holding Haruki’s head in her lap. Isa, flushed with desire, didn’t say a word. Instead she dropped Haruki’s feet onto the couch next to Megan and walked over to Haruki’s lower body. She grabbed up the limp legs and carried them off toward Haruki’s bedroom. Isa happily closed the door. The lock clicked into place with a disturbing finality.

Megan looked at the door with curiosity. “Huh, I wonder what she’s doing in there.”

Haruki, more speaking aloud than answering her friend’s question, said, “She’s unzipping my pants, it feels like. Holy shit, she’s pulling them off of me! Hey, don’t do that!” The chipmunk girl gave Haruki’s black hair a soft pat. “Hey now, don’t be a sore loser. You agreed. Whatever we want to do with you. Now what’s she doing?”

“She’s yanking off my legs. Feel’s like she’s laying down on the bed. Did… did she just take off my panties?! Holy fuck! My ass is naked. Now she’s… no, please, not that! NOT THAT!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! OOOOOOOOOH MY GOD! NOHOHOHOOO!!!”

Megan looked startled as Haruki began wailing with hysterical laughter, louder and more violent than before. She could see the upper torso on the floor, hugging itself tightly and rocking back and forth. The poor girl’s face was as bright as an apple, her eyes wide and wild.

“NOHOHOOOOOO, NOT THE TONGUE! HAHAHAHAHA, NOT THERE! OH, FUCK, ANYWHERE BUT THERE! OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!” she cried out, her frantic laughter turning into intense moans and back into laughter. A slow, knowing smile crossed Megan’s face. She had a pretty good idea of what was happening to her rival behind that door. And she wouldn’t trade places with her, not for all the tea in China. 

“How does it feel?” she asked, as if she didn’t know from a few very, very traumatic experiences.

“FUCK!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! IT TICKLES SOHOHOHOOOOO MUCH!!! MMMMMM, BUT IT FEEHEHEHEEELS SO GOOD! MMMMM!” Haruki’s moans were getting louder and more frequent as the sensual parts of her torment were overwhelming the intense tickles.

“Oh, now, we can’t have that,” grinned Megan, setting Haruki’s head down next to her and picking up her bare feet. “This isn’t supposed to feel good. This is your forfeit. Let’s see if we can’t turn up the tickles a little bit, shall we?” she said, as she began digging her own nails into those naked soles.

“PLEEEHEHHEHEHEHEEASE! NOHOHOOOOO! MEGAN, PLEHEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAHA!! I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!!!” Haruki begged, every part of her body trembling as Megan’s tickle torture perfectly balanced out the arousal happening behind closed doors.

Megan giggled. “Hey, don’t worry, ‘Queeny’. I’ll stop… just as you hit the finish line. After all, your race should really end with a bang, don’t you think?”

THE END