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Kat the Tickle Monster had known many moments of professional pride throughout her life, but this was right up there with the best of them.

In her life, there were events where her hard work and carefully wrought planning alone had led to success. There were even moments of sweet, personal victory; moments she cherished above all else - occasions where she'd accomplished things she'd set and prevailed only by adherence to the principles she held closest to her heart. It was all down to the effort she had made and the sense of self determination that made the highs all that sweeter.

But this moment, right here and now, this would take some topping.

"Wow," Kat drew in a deep breath, savouring the tingling sense of excited anticipation prickling warmly beneath her skin. This was going to be so good. Heck, it all ready was good, great even, but so very soon it would be getting a whole lot better.

"Can you believe this is actually happening?"

The Tickle Monster stood in her tickle chamber, dressed in a tailored charcoal grey suit with pin stripes and a deep purple blouse with a frilly collar. Her trousers were immaculately pressed, as one would expect from a professional, and her boots were polished to a high sheen. She carried the wonderful balance of a sweet professional and sinister over lord - it was a look she found appropriate in the tickle torture business. Her cheeks were touched with colour and there was buzz of energy about her.

The lighting in her chamber was soft and cast by dozens of candles. It was a willing and deliberate look, one that almost intimately cosy. Kat thought it appropriate for her to have such a mood, especially for what she was about to do - and to whom she was about to do it to. It was quiet and warm and held a wonderful sense of seclusion - like nothing would interrupt them.

"I must confess to feeling more than a little...proud."

Before the Tickle Monster was sat a most prestigious captive. Actually, Gedan was a willing guest, but captive felt so much better. Even now, Kat had to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming and that she wasn't imagining it all. What a treat!

"I thought you might," said Gedan. "Glad to help with that, by the way."

Gedan sat dressed in the same chemise she'd worn when they had first met. It looked and smelled every bit as fresh now as it had back then. She had untied her hair and now it fell in luxurious thick curls about her face and shoulders, adding a wild, exotic edge to her beautiful face. Her fur was lustrous and silky and everything she did felt a tease to the senses.

"This is...a massive moment for me," said Kat, bringing her hands to her mouth, trying to suppress the pride and excitement she felt. "Oh dear, look at me! Not very professional at all. You'd think I'd never tickle tortured someone before."

"Aw," cooed Gedan. "I do believe the tickle monster is blushing. And I'm the one about to be tickled into a giggly mess."

"Indeed you are," said Kat.

Kat looked over at Gedan, a smile fixed on her face. There were no binds on Gedan's wrists or ankles, or on her at all. She was completely un restrained with nothing to stop her from walking away. "Are you sure I don't need to bind you or anything?" asked Kat.

Gedan giggled and shook her head. "No, sweetie," she said. "It's fine."

"Does the thought of being helpless bother you?" asked Kat, concerned. "Because I promise you---"

"Sweetie," said Gedan, interrupting her. "I trust you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Then why not let me make you all nice and secure?" said Kat, grinning. "It adds spice to the tickling. Trust me. Nothing sweeter than being tickled and knowing you can't get away from it."

Gedan purred. "Oh, I know," she said. A knowing, teasing look warmed Gedan's features as she looked at the Tickle Monster. "Better if I just sit here, like a good...little...tickle loving...willing...victim and take what is coming to me."

Kat shivered at Gedan's words. "And you won't kick out?" she asked.

"Not at all," soothed Gedan. "I'll keep my soft...bare likkel feet in your lap, like a good tickle toy, so can tickle them as long as I can bare."

Warm fingers of thrilled anticipation walked up Kat's back and inside her tummy. She pushed back the comments she wanted to make and tried her best not to look too elated. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of her guest. Once she was seated, Gedan delicately placed her feet in Kat's lap and wiggled them.

"Ooh," cooed Gedan. "Look. They're just itching to be stroked, aren't they? See how they wiggle for you, my lovely Tickle Monster?"

Kat did see it and she enjoyed it. But the fact that Gedan was getting her more jittery was a disconcerting thought. "Hey," she snapped, half heartedly and between grins. "I'm supposed to be the one doing the teasing here! Stop that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," cooed Gedan. "Guess you'll have to tickle me twice as much?"

"I'm beginning to see why have such a reputation," said Kat wryly. "You have a wicked way with your words."

"Not just with words," said Gedan and wiggled her fingers.

"Enough," said Kat, pushing away the creeping urge to let Gedan have her ticklish way. "The plan is that I tickle you long enough to lure this daemon out of hiding. It is not in the plan for you to get me all...unprofessional. Understood?"

Gedan nodded her compliance, albeit rather unapologetically.

"Good," said Kat.

"Where is Aschette?" asked Gedan.

"She's upstairs," Kat replied sheepishly "She and Max are having another one of their sessions."

Gedan giggled. "So sweet."

"I don't need love struck men working for me," said Kat. "It won't do to have him around if all he is going to do is mope after her. I do have a serious business to run, you know."

"Don't worry," reassured Gedan. "She'll fade to a pleasant memory once she has left. There won't be any emotional hangovers. He'll be back to his professional self."

"That is good to know," said Kat and rubbed her hands together with glee. "So, if you're ready, let's begin."

"Yummy," said Gedan and braced herself.

"Here comes the tickle monster."

* * * *

"He's getting restless. This could be a problem," Sahm, the General of the Silver Order, thought to himself with just a little amount of apprehension.

Nothing good ever happened when the daemon got restless. Sahm knew it all too well - as did most of the Kats. It wasn't in the nature of the universe for a creature, such as the daemon, to the let such things go without a reaction. And the reaction of Fea'the'ron was, more often than not, quite effervescent in its expression.

"Anything yet?" the daemon asked of the figure standing behind it.

"No, my Lord," replied Sahm.

Having all ready existed for countless millennia, and knowing full well that he would exist for countless more, had done nothing to make the daemon any more patient. It was an irksome trait for those who knew him well and a source of discreet amusement for those who knew him better: the tickle daemon just could not bide his time.

"It's not good enough, Sahm."

"No, my Lord."

The fact was, as daemons went, Fea'the'ron was not the one for just sitting and waiting. in the end there were certain things that Feathers was not prepared to wait for; on top of that last list was anything relating to Gedan.

"She's been gone for three days," said Feathers grumpily and crossed his arms across his chest.

"What could possibly have delayed her?"

Sahm, who as always stood at the left shoulder of his Lord, shook his head. Sahm was taller than Feathers, even now, when he wasn't wearing his armour. The pale blue-grey furred Kat stood at 7ft in height, massively broad across the chest and with thick bulges of muscle on his arms and legs; yet still, he felt vulnerable and flimsy when the daemon's calm mood was disturbed. There was something about Feathers that felt...permanent and unyielding.

"I do not know, Lord," he replied.

Feathers was sat on a large chair, which had been cut from gleaming onyx. It had been made for him when he'd first established his realm. It was a gift that he treasured almost as much as the person who made it - especially now since that particular person was locked away in the darkest dungeons of his realm, enduring the sweetest of embraces. The four legs of the chair were cut in the shape of winged female Angels, all wrapped in tentacles and being tickled by a host of long feathers. The foot of each chair leg comprised of a cluster of small forms being equally tickled. The back and seat of this large piece depicted a battle from Feathers' antediluvian past; a battle against a foe he'd converted to his cause a long time ago.

"I don't like it."

The chair was set in the middle of a vast hall, which the daemon often used as a junction for the other Realms. The far walls all around them were lined with arched doorways, off which each held black mirror door-like portals. There was only one normal door and they led back into his realm. Onyx pillars braced the walls and vast banners of exquisite tickling scenes filled the higher spaces of the partitions, Soft blue light touched the walls with a wet cerulean sheen cast from blue-flame candles. All about, the sound of distant, intermittent hysterical laughter was on the edge of their hearing. It was never far from the senses in the daemon's realm and it was appropriate that those entering it know from the start what they could expect to find there. It was a wonderful setting, fit for the tickle daemon to await his lover.

"Can you not reach her with your mind, Lord?" asked Sahm.

"No," replied the daemon, "she appears to be blocking me."

"Curious."

"Irritating," said the daemon, correcting him.

"Yes," smirked Sahm. "Infuriating, my lord."

"Did your brother go with her?" asked Feathers. Sahm's brother was the Gold General and thus in charge of Gedan's body guard, the Gold Order. "Can we not ask him?"

"No, Lord," said Sahm. "She asked to go alone, it seems."

"She did, did she?"

"Yes, Lord. She was most...insistent on it."

Feathers frowned. "Curses."

"I do know she went to see a human," said Sahm, as way of easement for the fact that his brother had not gone with her.

Feathers frowned. "A human, eh?" he said. "Anyone we know?"

"I only have a name, Lord."

Feathers looked over his shoulder. "Well, go on then," he said, "what's the name?"

Sahm smiled, the noble features of his ancient face lighting up. "Tickle Monster."

Feathers grinned. "Tickle Monster?" he asked, delighted. "Really?"

Sahm nodded.

"What a lovely name," the daemon replied with a giggle and felt immediately at ease. "How wonderful for a human to take such a name. I like them all ready."

"Yes, my lord."

Of a sudden, the daemon turned away from Sahm, muttering the name over and over again. A slight frown came over his dark blue face. "Wait a moment," he said, "I've heard that name before. I'm certain of it."

"Have you met this Tickle Monster before, Lord?"

The daemon shook his head. "No, not that I can recall," he replied and found himself still grinning. "I think I would recall meeting someone with such a promising name as the Tickle Monster. I like it, though. It has promise, don't you think?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"But still," continued the daemon, "The name...Tickle Monster...stirs something in me. Something deep and unexpected."

Sahm had known Feathers long enough to know when the daemon was expecting trouble or when he was angry. There were tell tale signs in his Lord's voice and in his eyes that meant it was time to leave or r terrible deeds needed to be done. Every now and then, which was infinitely sweeter, it meant it was time to soothe him with gentle tickles. Sahm grinned at the thought. There were also signs that Feathers was happy, content and excited - the latter being more common than not. By the smirk on his oddly plain blue skinned face, Feathers was not expecting trouble from this Tickle Monster. There was something brighter in his eyes now, a promise of something entertaining. It made the old Kat smile.

"Now I remember," exclaimed the daemon of a sudden. "Aschette and Rhenn! I remember now! They went to pay a visit to some people who are working for this Tickle daemon!" A smile filled the daemon's face. "I knew I had heard the name before and not just from Gedan."

"Rhenn has returned, Lord, but Aschette has not."

Now the daemon frowned. "Not returned?"

"No, my Lord," said Sahm. "It is possible that is why Lady Gedan left - to see what had befallen her."

Feathers nodded. "Still, I'd have expected them to be back by now. "

"Perhaps they are both with this Tickle Monster," suggested Sahm. "having some fun."

Feathers grinned. "That would be a pleasing thought, my friend," he replied. "But for three days? What a marvel this Tickle Monster would be if that were so, Sahm. "

"Then what could it be, my Lord?"

"I don't know," said the daemon. "Isn't that a curious thing? But I mean to find out."

"How, my Lord?"

"By Scrying, my friend."

The daemon rose to his feet and stretched his muscular frame, letting out a deep satisfying groan. He stepped down from his chair and headed through the chamber towards the southern end of the room, heading towards the door that led back to the rest of his domain.

"Will Lady Gedan approve of you spying on her?"

"Probably not," giggled the daemon. "But she knows me well enough to know I like to watch."

Sahm grinned. "Yes, my lord."

Together, they passed through the door, greeting the Kat who stood guard beside it and entered a broad corridor. The ceiling was just tall enough to allow Sahm to walk without stooping and wide enough for them to walk abreast. It had smooth walls and a square panelled floor. It was lit by flaming brands set in gleaming brackets, washing the interior in a cosy veil of light. Although the daemon has many forms of illumination available to him, he always found the soft flicker of fire more reassuring and worked better to set the environment of a tickle Hell.

"Shall we go through the dungeon at the end, Lord?" asked Sahm. "It will be quicker."

"Tempting," replied the daemon. "Very tempting indeed."

The dungeon at the end was large and by now would be filled with hundreds of people in a wide variety of positions and predicaments, being tickled and teased by his Kats. Feathers often liked to walk among them, watching, basking in their delicious work. It was as much of a thrill for him to see as it was for them to indulge. He did so like seeing his Kats work.

"Best not," said Feathers. "If I do that. I'll end up indulging myself and that will waste precious time. We have more important things to do right now. Best just stick to the corridors, Sahm. Though, you may indulge, if you wish."

"No, thank you, my Lord."

Sahm, as did all the Kats. liked to indulge in ticklish pleasures whenever he could. Being the daemon's protector in no way diminished the natural hunger of being a Kat, but having such important duties left him few opportunities to indulge. Both he and his brother, Larom, found it difficult to relax with the same frequency of the other Kats. It was not that they were always needed to protect their charges, but their sense of duty did not allow them to indulge on the off chance. It was something the daemon and Gedan found very endearing.

The daemon grinned. "As you wish," he said. "Maybe later, mm?"

"...yes, my Lord." Sahm almost blushed. It was often with the daemon and Gedan that Sahm had his ticklish treats satisfied.

They passed by the entrance to the chamber, ignoring the waves of hysterical laughter and purrs carrying from the other side. They passed dozens of rooms; some large and filled with equipment while some were small and meant for more personal and intimate encounters - but almost all of them were full. It made the daemon happy to know that his kin were busy and that those who were with them were happy.

Of a sudden they came upon Rhenn walking down the corridor towards them. As usual, the lime green Kat was naked and had the broadest of lewd smiles on her face. She had a chain in one hand and a collection of feathers and tickling tools in the other. She was leading a small, bare-chested Asian man on a chain leash, which was attached to a leather collar around his neck. The man had a blindfold wrapped around his eyes and his hands were cuffed in front of him. He was flushed and in a very pleasant state of helplessness.

"Hey, Master!" she called, her face lighting up. "Hi Sahm."

"Hello, Rhenn," said Feathers. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Chen," said Rhenn and tugged on the chain. "Say hello, Chen."

"Please...let me go....no more tickling...."

Rhenn wrapped her tail across his mouth to silence him. "He means 'hello, I love it here'," she said with a sheepish grin.

"Rhenn..." said Feathers and grinned. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"No, no, it's fine," insisted Rhenn. "Master, honestly! I didn't do anything wrong - not this time."

"Uh huh."

"He was one of the ones who wanted to hurt me. Well, not me, but the people I was playing with. I was good. They asked me for help. So, when they turned up, I played with him. Mistress sent some other Kats. We had lots of fun."

"And this one?" mused the daemon.

Rhenn stroked Chen's face affectionately. "Lady Gedan said I could bring him back to play. Just me."

"Ah," said Feathers. "That's all right, then. But you mustn't hurt him. Remember?"

"I know, Master," said Rhenn. "I know. And I haven't hurt him. He's just being shy."

Feathers grinned. "Shy, is it? He looks more...deflated."

"He's just pretending," said Rhenn. "I've only been playing with him for three days."

"Humans needs sleep, Rhenn," said Feathers. "And food. And drink. And to be able to catch their breath. They are not all as...strong as you."

"I know. I know. And he has, he's had plenty of food and wine, I promise."

"Really?"

Rhenn looked down at the floor, twisting slowly on one foot, one way and then the other. Guilt ruffled her features. "Well, lots of food and drink, anyway." she said slowly. "As for the sleep...well, he's had a bit..."

The daemon sighed. "Take him to a room and let him sleep, Rhenn," said Feathers. "Then, once he has recovered, you may play some more."

Rhenn's features dropped with disappointment. "But..."

"Rhenn."

"Aw."

Feathers reached out and stroked her cheek. "Good little Rhenn," he cooed. "Will you do this for me? Hmm?"

Rhenn purred loudly, happy at his touch. "All right, Master," she said, smiling again. "But I'm not going to snuggle with him. Uh huh. He can sleep with Kihan." She turned to look at Chen. "Won't that be nice, mm? You get to snuggle up to the big Kat who tickled you out of your clothes when we first met. He'll keep you nice and snug and warm until you're ready to play."

Chen's blush swallowed his every feature. "...thank you...."

"But, if he ends up liking Kihan more than me...." she turned and went to say something to Feathers, but a sharp look from Sahm stopped her in her tracks. "Well, that would be disappointing...but I guess...I could get over it..."

Rhenn turned around and walked away, muttering as she led Chen away.

"Wow," remarked Feathers with a smile.

"Yes, my Lord."

"What...personality."

Sahm smirked. "She is single minded, my lord."

"That she is," said Feathers. "I almost feel sorry for that Chen."

They carried on through passages and junctions until at last they came across the room in which Feathers could view his beloved. It was little more than an alcove set under a staircase, but in the centre of it was a standing basin of dark stained granite, filled with black water. A single lantern burned on the wall.

"This will not take long," said Feathers. He gripped the edge of the basin with both hands. "Stay close, in case there is trouble."

"Yes, my Lord."

Feathers stirred the waters of the pool with the fingers of one hand and cast his thoughts to Gedan. Almost instantly he saw her beautiful face appear in the surface. She was smiling, no, wait, she was laughing. To see that made the daemon grin. With a turn of his thought, he expanded the image to see better what was happening and when it became fully apparent, the daemon chuckled and stepped back. He withdraw his hand the image faded and the water settled.

"Sahm," he said. "You will be accompanying me on a short quest."

"My Lord?"

"It seems I have been issued a challenge," said Feathers. "Someone, this Tickle Monster, thinks they are the best tickler in the world. And they have chosen to prove it by capturing and tickling the love of my live and our sweet, dear Aschette."

Sahm tittered. "How did they manage to capture her?"

"Probably by asking nicely, knowing my love. But still, this challenge must not go unanswered."

"You will answer it personally, my Lord?" asked Sahm. "Is it not best to send a Kat in your place? What if it is a trap?"

"Of course I will answer it personally," replied Feathers, feeling his pride kicking in. "There is no trap that can hold me. And with you at my side, we shall be invincible. We will go to see this...Tickle Monster. I will show her just what kind of tickler she is dealing with. By Jove, I will tickle her into a puddle of teary ticklishness."

Sahm nodded. "And you will free Lady Gedan from her ticklish torment?"

"Yes," said Feathers. "Well, maybe not straight away...she looked so cute..." The daemon giggled. "But anyway, you heard me. Let us be off and answer this challenge."

Sahm nodded but deep down, he had a very strong suspicion that this challenge was not going to go exactly as his Lord expected it to.

* * *

Excitement clung to every fibre of her being. Her quickened breath and a tingle in her step. Kat the Tickle Monster was about to set about completing the most delicious task she'd ever been set - tickle torturing Gedan, the First of all the other Kats.

"What a treat," said Kat.

"Looking forward to this, are we?" asked Gedan.

"More than you can imagine."

Gedan grinned. "Me too."

"Well, here it comes."

"Be gentle with me," said Gedan, wriggling with anticipation. "Make it a good one."

Kat nodded, not really needing to be told otherwise. She reached out and lightly ran her fingertips around Gedan's ankles, trailing her touches up and along the top of Gedan's feet, up to the very tips of her toes. It was a deliberately slow and nerve awakening touch - a tease that always cranked up the delicious feeling of anticipation.

"Oooh," Gedan said. She shuddered all over and mewled a delicate little giggle. She wiggled her toes a little faster in response to the feeling of Kat's touches. "That's...eeheehee...got my senses all up and eager...heehee"

"Good," replied Kat. Gedan's giggling was one of the cutest sounds she'd had ever heard.

The Tickle Monster stroked her fingers slowly up and down, relishing the feel of Gedan's feet. They were so soft and warm, so sweetly responsive. "Ooh, I love your feet, they are so soft, my sweet little kitten. So silky smooth."

"Glad you hooeeehee like them."

"I hope the rest of you is this sensitive."

"I guess that's for your to find out, isn't it...Tickle Monster?"

Kat stroked the tip of Gedan's toes with her fingers, feeling how they moved under her touch playful touch. Kat dipped her hands and lightly wiggled her finger underneath them. "Tickle, tickle, tickle."

"Mm," said Gedan, grinning more and more, "that...tickles...nicely."

"It's meant too, honey. Now, let me hear you giggle."

Kat turned her palms upwards and started stroking the tips of her fingers up against the soles of Gedan's feet. They were light and fast, delivered with a skill Kat had spent a long time developing - enough to tickle but not enough to get used to.

"Eeehehehehehehehheheee," Gedan squealed. "Oh my eeheheheheheh, what a wonderful touch you hhohoohooaaahahahaha have, my Tickle Monster! Eehehehehahahahah!"

"I'm glad you approve," Kat replied.

"I doo hooeehehehehehehe eeheheheha!"

Gedan wriggled her feet from side to side, making Kat's fingers brush all over her soles. It was as if she wanted those devilishly sweet touches everywhere and at the same time. But as good as her word, Gedan never pulled away and made no attempt to kick out or avoid it.

"I think the likkel kitty likes having her feet tickled..." teased Kat, "Is that right, mm? Kitchy kitchy."

Gedan purred loudly and nodded. "Mneeehehehe eeheheh, yes eeheheheheeehehahahahah."

Grinning at the sound of Gedan's laughter and at the addictive feeling of her feet under her fingers, Kat drew her touches inwards, scratching faster and harder on the even more sensitive skin of Gedan's arches.

At once Gedan gave a thrilling shriek and her knees bent just a little. Her laughter, sweet an almost musical, jumped a pitch at these new touches. "NeeeEeheeheeeheeee!" She shook her head from side to side, her thick tulip hair swishing as she did so. She clutched the seat of the stool that she sat with both hands, but someone kept her feet on the Tickle Monster's lap. "EEeheheheheheheeee aaahahahehhehehahahahaha ooahahehe! Oh yes, hehehehehe, right there....that tickles so bad...ahehehehe hahahahahehehehehaaahaahah!"

"I think we've found a sweet spot," Kat said and let both of her hands scratch on Gedan's arches. "And look how you keep your feet here...it's so sweet. Tickle tickle, tickle, Kitty."

"Eheeeeheheheheheheh aaahahaahah eeeooohaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaaha!"

Kat reached back quickly with her hand and plucked a large, thick, soft feather from a tray behind her. It was a feather that had been frequently used, but had still retained its wonderful softness. She kept one hand tickling Gedan's arches, while slipping a leg across her ankles to hold them in place. Once settled, she slipped the tip of the feather between Gedan's toes and twirled it softly,

"Oh myaaaahahahahahahaahahaaaa! Hahahahaha oooahahahahaha! Such a tickling....aahehe eheha ahahahaheehehehahahahaha! Eeoooaaahahahahaha hahahehehaha hooohhhahahahahahaaa! You really are very good, Tickle Monster!"

"One of the best?" Kat asked with a smile.

"Definitely."

"Well that's quite a compliment," said Kat.

"You aahahaheeehehahahhahahaa ehehahahahhaha have earned it ahahahahahaha!"

The Tickle Monster twirled the feather faster between Gedan's toes. Her fingers slowed a little, easing down Gedan's arches and around the back of her ankles, where they teased and stroked, finding altogether new types of ticklishness.

Gedan erupted with a new level of laughter in response, shaking so much that the chair she was sitting on rattled. "BWaaaaaahahahaheehehehe eeheehehehehehehehehheheeee!" She cried out wonderfully with sounds so filled with sweet ticklish delight that none could mistake them. It spoke volumes of what was being done and to the great skill it was being done with; of a tickling of delicious intensity, carried out by a master of the skill. It was as thrilling to hear as it was to receive. "Eeheehehehe hahahaha ahahahaha eehehee!"

"Tickle tickle, kitty..." cooed the Tickle Monster, her words a spice to Gedan's all ready tickle-filled senses. "Come on, now...tickle tickle...let's hear that laugh of yours."

And all the while, Gedan kept her feet there and did not pull away or try to get free of Kat's grip.

"Neeehehehehehaahahahahahaha aaahahahahaehehahahahahaha!"

"Say it," teased Kat. "Come on, sweetie, just it."

Gedan shook her head. "Nooaaahahaha eheehehehahahahahahaaaa!"

"If you say it, we can do away with all this pretense," promised Kat. She learned forward, while tickling still, and whispered softly into Gedan's ear. "We both know this has just been a prelude of what I'm going to do with you. A warm up, if you will. Your feet are not the only ticklish spots you have. There are many more, hidden away under that beautiful chemise of yours. Your belly....your ribs...your neck and others. So many sweet tickle spots, just yearning for my sweet touches."

Gedan gulped, somehow finding the energy to look at Kat. There was a sparkle in her eyes, touched as they were with laughter tears. "A...prelude, you say?"

"Mm," said Kat and paused her tickling long enough to rest her hands on Gedan's belly. She stroked softly.

"Oh my..."

"I know you want this almost as much as I do," said Kat, taking a moment to draw in Gedan's scent. It was so perfectly sweet. "And you know what I want to hear. What I need to hear." She started stroking Gedan's belly through her dress. "Just...say it."

"Heee heeheheheh..."

Kat rose up and sat across Gedan's stomach, her body wriggling beneath her. Kat pressed her fingers a little harder into Gedan's stomach and was delighted to see the giggling laughter building behind her eyes. "Mm," she said. "Such a cute lil kitty."

"Mnneeheeheheheh ahahahaha!" Gedan could hardly help herself as she felt Kat's fingers press and wriggle through her fur. It was automatic and helpless and wonderful. "Eeeeheh hahahahaha ehahah ooahahah hhahahaha ehehahahahahahahah!"

Kat wiggled a finger softly into Gedan's belly button, feeling her own smile broaden. She could tell this was another sweet spot. But for now, she teased lightly, weaving a promise of something sweet to come. She wanted Gedan to know it could happen, if she was a good lil girl, but only when Kat had heard what she wanted to hear.

"I can tickle you for as long as you like, hun," cooed the Tickle Monster. "Anywhere you like with whatever you like. I can keep you here for days, weeks even and you know that you'll never have a tickle treat like this again."

"Mm," purred Gedan. "That is very sweet."

"And you know I'm telling the truth," said Kat, her voice soft and honeyed. "You know that even your delicious Kats will crumble under my touch. Aschette did, she melted for me ever so wonderfully. And you will too, Gedan. You know it. I know it. It will be wonderful."

Again, Gedan nodded slowly, wriggling happily with ticklish joy.

"So, just say it..."

"All right," said Gedan, looking into Kat's eyes. "You're the---"

A wild flash of light cut Gedan's sentence off. It filled the room suddenly and then faded just as quick. Both Gedan and Kat closed their eyes, as if anticipating it, then Kat moved on instinct to cover Gedan's head - which only resulted in a louder purr.

"Best tickler in the world?" said a voice that was resonant in its challenge and unashamed in its disbelief. "I'd like to argue that."

Kat chuckled softly and slid off of Gedan's legs. She rose to full height, plucking the feather up in one hand and putting the other on her hip. Her plan had worked, though, it had taken longer for her to get there than she'd have liked. Still, tickling Gedan had been an absolute pleasure.

"And who are you?" Kat called out.

"My name is Feathers."

"Cute name," admitted Kat.

"Hello, lover," said Gedan, breathing heavily but still grinning from her tickling. "This is the Tickle Monster. She's the one who's kept me here all these days, tickling me wonderfully."

"I know," grinned Feathers. "I've been watching."

Gedan purred happily. "Naughty boy."

"So you're the Tickle Monster, huh?"

Kat nodded. "A name I have earned, sweetie."

"A good name," replied the daemon, stepping out of the shadows. "But the best tickler in the world? I will test that name, here and now. And you shall pay for your boast in hours of delightful ticklish torment."

Kat grinned triumphantly. "All right then, daemon," she said and swished the feather teasingly at him. "Bring your blue butt over here. I'm going to tickle you into submission."

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Kat the Tickle Monster had known many moments of professional pride throughout her life, but this was right up there with the best of them.

In her life, there were events where her hard work and carefully wrought planning alone had led to success. There were even moments of sweet, personal victory; moments she cherished above all else - occasions where she'd accomplished things she'd set and prevailed only by adherence to the principles she held closest to her heart. It was all down to the effort she had made and the sense of self determination that made the highs all that sweeter.

But this moment, right here and now, this would take some topping.

"Wow," Kat drew in a deep breath, savouring the tingling sense of excited anticipation prickling warmly beneath her skin. This was going to be so good. Heck, it all ready was good, great even, but so very soon it would be getting a whole lot better.

"Can you believe this is actually happening?"

The Tickle Monster stood in her tickle chamber, dressed in a tailored charcoal grey suit with pin stripes and a deep purple blouse with a frilly collar. Her trousers were immaculately pressed, as one would expect from a professional, and her boots were polished to a high sheen. She carried the wonderful balance of a sweet professional and sinister over lord - it was a look she found appropriate in the tickle torture business. Her cheeks were touched with colour and there was buzz of energy about her.

The lighting in her chamber was soft and cast by dozens of candles. It was a willing and deliberate look, one that almost intimately cosy. Kat thought it appropriate for her to have such a mood, especially for what she was about to do - and to whom she was about to do it to. It was quiet and warm and held a wonderful sense of seclusion - like nothing would interrupt them.

"I must confess to feeling more than a little...proud."

Before the Tickle Monster was sat a most prestigious captive. Actually, Gedan was a willing guest, but captive felt so much better. Even now, Kat had to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming and that she wasn't imagining it all. What a treat!

"I thought you might," said Gedan. "Glad to help with that, by the way."

Gedan sat dressed in the same chemise she'd worn when they had first met. It looked and smelled every bit as fresh now as it had back then. She had untied her hair and now it fell in luxurious thick curls about her face and shoulders, adding a wild, exotic edge to her beautiful face. Her fur was lustrous and silky and everything she did felt a tease to the senses.

"This is...a massive moment for me," said Kat, bringing her hands to her mouth, trying to suppress the pride and excitement she felt. "Oh dear, look at me! Not very professional at all. You'd think I'd never tickle tortured someone before."

"Aw," cooed Gedan. "I do believe the tickle monster is blushing. And I'm the one about to be tickled into a giggly mess."

"Indeed you are," said Kat.

Kat looked over at Gedan, a smile fixed on her face. There were no binds on Gedan's wrists or ankles, or on her at all. She was completely un restrained with nothing to stop her from walking away. "Are you sure I don't need to bind you or anything?" asked Kat.

Gedan giggled and shook her head. "No, sweetie," she said. "It's fine."

"Does the thought of being helpless bother you?" asked Kat, concerned. "Because I promise you---"

"Sweetie," said Gedan, interrupting her. "I trust you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Then why not let me make you all nice and secure?" said Kat, grinning. "It adds spice to the tickling. Trust me. Nothing sweeter than being tickled and knowing you can't get away from it."

Gedan purred. "Oh, I know," she said. A knowing, teasing look warmed Gedan's features as she looked at the Tickle Monster. "Better if I just sit here, like a good...little...tickle loving...willing...victim and take what is coming to me."

Kat shivered at Gedan's words. "And you won't kick out?" she asked.

"Not at all," soothed Gedan. "I'll keep my soft...bare likkel feet in your lap, like a good tickle toy, so can tickle them as long as I can bare."

Warm fingers of thrilled anticipation walked up Kat's back and inside her tummy. She pushed back the comments she wanted to make and tried her best not to look too elated. She pulled up a chair and sat in front of her guest. Once she was seated, Gedan delicately placed her feet in Kat's lap and wiggled them.

"Ooh," cooed Gedan. "Look. They're just itching to be stroked, aren't they? See how they wiggle for you, my lovely Tickle Monster?"

Kat did see it and she enjoyed it. But the fact that Gedan was getting her more jittery was a disconcerting thought. "Hey," she snapped, half heartedly and between grins. "I'm supposed to be the one doing the teasing here! Stop that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," cooed Gedan. "Guess you'll have to tickle me twice as much?"

"I'm beginning to see why have such a reputation," said Kat wryly. "You have a wicked way with your words."

"Not just with words," said Gedan and wiggled her fingers.

"Enough," said Kat, pushing away the creeping urge to let Gedan have her ticklish way. "The plan is that I tickle you long enough to lure this daemon out of hiding. It is not in the plan for you to get me all...unprofessional. Understood?"

Gedan nodded her compliance, albeit rather unapologetically.

"Good," said Kat.

"Where is Aschette?" asked Gedan.

"She's upstairs," Kat replied sheepishly "She and Max are having another one of their sessions."

Gedan giggled. "So sweet."

"I don't need love struck men working for me," said Kat. "It won't do to have him around if all he is going to do is mope after her. I do have a serious business to run, you know."

"Don't worry," reassured Gedan. "She'll fade to a pleasant memory once she has left. There won't be any emotional hangovers. He'll be back to his professional self."

"That is good to know," said Kat and rubbed her hands together with glee. "So, if you're ready, let's begin."

"Yummy," said Gedan and braced herself.

"Here comes the tickle monster."

* * * *

"He's getting restless. This could be a problem," Sahm, the General of the Silver Order, thought to himself with just a little amount of apprehension.

Nothing good ever happened when the daemon got restless. Sahm knew it all too well - as did most of the Kats. It wasn't in the nature of the universe for a creature, such as the daemon, to the let such things go without a reaction. And the reaction of Fea'the'ron was, more often than not, quite effervescent in its expression.

"Anything yet?" the daemon asked of the figure standing behind it.

"No, my Lord," replied Sahm.

Having all ready existed for countless millennia, and knowing full well that he would exist for countless more, had done nothing to make the daemon any more patient. It was an irksome trait for those who knew him well and a source of discreet amusement for those who knew him better: the tickle daemon just could not bide his time.

"It's not good enough, Sahm."

"No, my Lord."

The fact was, as daemons went, Fea'the'ron was not the one for just sitting and waiting. in the end there were certain things that Feathers was not prepared to wait for; on top of that last list was anything relating to Gedan.

"She's been gone for three days," said Feathers grumpily and crossed his arms across his chest.

"What could possibly have delayed her?"

Sahm, who as always stood at the left shoulder of his Lord, shook his head. Sahm was taller than Feathers, even now, when he wasn't wearing his armour. The pale blue-grey furred Kat stood at 7ft in height, massively broad across the chest and with thick bulges of muscle on his arms and legs; yet still, he felt vulnerable and flimsy when the daemon's calm mood was disturbed. There was something about Feathers that felt...permanent and unyielding.

"I do not know, Lord," he replied.

Feathers was sat on a large chair, which had been cut from gleaming onyx. It had been made for him when he'd first established his realm. It was a gift that he treasured almost as much as the person who made it - especially now since that particular person was locked away in the darkest dungeons of his realm, enduring the sweetest of embraces. The four legs of the chair were cut in the shape of winged female Angels, all wrapped in tentacles and being tickled by a host of long feathers. The foot of each chair leg comprised of a cluster of small forms being equally tickled. The back and seat of this large piece depicted a battle from Feathers' antediluvian past; a battle against a foe he'd converted to his cause a long time ago.

"I don't like it."

The chair was set in the middle of a vast hall, which the daemon often used as a junction for the other Realms. The far walls all around them were lined with arched doorways, off which each held black mirror door-like portals. There was only one normal door and they led back into his realm. Onyx pillars braced the walls and vast banners of exquisite tickling scenes filled the higher spaces of the partitions, Soft blue light touched the walls with a wet cerulean sheen cast from blue-flame candles. All about, the sound of distant, intermittent hysterical laughter was on the edge of their hearing. It was never far from the senses in the daemon's realm and it was appropriate that those entering it know from the start what they could expect to find there. It was a wonderful setting, fit for the tickle daemon to await his lover.

"Can you not reach her with your mind, Lord?" asked Sahm.

"No," replied the daemon, "she appears to be blocking me."

"Curious."

"Irritating," said the daemon, correcting him.

"Yes," smirked Sahm. "Infuriating, my lord."

"Did your brother go with her?" asked Feathers. Sahm's brother was the Gold General and thus in charge of Gedan's body guard, the Gold Order. "Can we not ask him?"

"No, Lord," said Sahm. "She asked to go alone, it seems."

"She did, did she?"

"Yes, Lord. She was most...insistent on it."

Feathers frowned. "Curses."

"I do know she went to see a human," said Sahm, as way of easement for the fact that his brother had not gone with her.

Feathers frowned. "A human, eh?" he said. "Anyone we know?"

"I only have a name, Lord."

Feathers looked over his shoulder. "Well, go on then," he said, "what's the name?"

Sahm smiled, the noble features of his ancient face lighting up. "Tickle Monster."

Feathers grinned. "Tickle Monster?" he asked, delighted. "Really?"

Sahm nodded.

"What a lovely name," the daemon replied with a giggle and felt immediately at ease. "How wonderful for a human to take such a name. I like them all ready."

"Yes, my lord."

Of a sudden, the daemon turned away from Sahm, muttering the name over and over again. A slight frown came over his dark blue face. "Wait a moment," he said, "I've heard that name before. I'm certain of it."

"Have you met this Tickle Monster before, Lord?"

The daemon shook his head. "No, not that I can recall," he replied and found himself still grinning. "I think I would recall meeting someone with such a promising name as the Tickle Monster. I like it, though. It has promise, don't you think?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"But still," continued the daemon, "The name...Tickle Monster...stirs something in me. Something deep and unexpected."

Sahm had known Feathers long enough to know when the daemon was expecting trouble or when he was angry. There were tell tale signs in his Lord's voice and in his eyes that meant it was time to leave or r terrible deeds needed to be done. Every now and then, which was infinitely sweeter, it meant it was time to soothe him with gentle tickles. Sahm grinned at the thought. There were also signs that Feathers was happy, content and excited - the latter being more common than not. By the smirk on his oddly plain blue skinned face, Feathers was not expecting trouble from this Tickle Monster. There was something brighter in his eyes now, a promise of something entertaining. It made the old Kat smile.

"Now I remember," exclaimed the daemon of a sudden. "Aschette and Rhenn! I remember now! They went to pay a visit to some people who are working for this Tickle daemon!" A smile filled the daemon's face. "I knew I had heard the name before and not just from Gedan."

"Rhenn has returned, Lord, but Aschette has not."

Now the daemon frowned. "Not returned?"

"No, my Lord," said Sahm. "It is possible that is why Lady Gedan left - to see what had befallen her."

Feathers nodded. "Still, I'd have expected them to be back by now. "

"Perhaps they are both with this Tickle Monster," suggested Sahm. "having some fun."

Feathers grinned. "That would be a pleasing thought, my friend," he replied. "But for three days? What a marvel this Tickle Monster would be if that were so, Sahm. "

"Then what could it be, my Lord?"

"I don't know," said the daemon. "Isn't that a curious thing? But I mean to find out."

"How, my Lord?"

"By Scrying, my friend."

The daemon rose to his feet and stretched his muscular frame, letting out a deep satisfying groan. He stepped down from his chair and headed through the chamber towards the southern end of the room, heading towards the door that led back to the rest of his domain.

"Will Lady Gedan approve of you spying on her?"

"Probably not," giggled the daemon. "But she knows me well enough to know I like to watch."

Sahm grinned. "Yes, my lord."

Together, they passed through the door, greeting the Kat who stood guard beside it and entered a broad corridor. The ceiling was just tall enough to allow Sahm to walk without stooping and wide enough for them to walk abreast. It had smooth walls and a square panelled floor. It was lit by flaming brands set in gleaming brackets, washing the interior in a cosy veil of light. Although the daemon has many forms of illumination available to him, he always found the soft flicker of fire more reassuring and worked better to set the environment of a tickle Hell.

"Shall we go through the dungeon at the end, Lord?" asked Sahm. "It will be quicker."

"Tempting," replied the daemon. "Very tempting indeed."

The dungeon at the end was large and by now would be filled with hundreds of people in a wide variety of positions and predicaments, being tickled and teased by his Kats. Feathers often liked to walk among them, watching, basking in their delicious work. It was as much of a thrill for him to see as it was for them to indulge. He did so like seeing his Kats work.

"Best not," said Feathers. "If I do that. I'll end up indulging myself and that will waste precious time. We have more important things to do right now. Best just stick to the corridors, Sahm. Though, you may indulge, if you wish."

"No, thank you, my Lord."

Sahm, as did all the Kats. liked to indulge in ticklish pleasures whenever he could. Being the daemon's protector in no way diminished the natural hunger of being a Kat, but having such important duties left him few opportunities to indulge. Both he and his brother, Larom, found it difficult to relax with the same frequency of the other Kats. It was not that they were always needed to protect their charges, but their sense of duty did not allow them to indulge on the off chance. It was something the daemon and Gedan found very endearing.

The daemon grinned. "As you wish," he said. "Maybe later, mm?"

"...yes, my Lord." Sahm almost blushed. It was often with the daemon and Gedan that Sahm had his ticklish treats satisfied.

They passed by the entrance to the chamber, ignoring the waves of hysterical laughter and purrs carrying from the other side. They passed dozens of rooms; some large and filled with equipment while some were small and meant for more personal and intimate encounters - but almost all of them were full. It made the daemon happy to know that his kin were busy and that those who were with them were happy.

Of a sudden they came upon Rhenn walking down the corridor towards them. As usual, the lime green Kat was naked and had the broadest of lewd smiles on her face. She had a chain in one hand and a collection of feathers and tickling tools in the other. She was leading a small, bare-chested Asian man on a chain leash, which was attached to a leather collar around his neck. The man had a blindfold wrapped around his eyes and his hands were cuffed in front of him. He was flushed and in a very pleasant state of helplessness.

"Hey, Master!" she called, her face lighting up. "Hi Sahm."

"Hello, Rhenn," said Feathers. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Chen," said Rhenn and tugged on the chain. "Say hello, Chen."

"Please...let me go....no more tickling...."

Rhenn wrapped her tail across his mouth to silence him. "He means 'hello, I love it here'," she said with a sheepish grin.

"Rhenn..." said Feathers and grinned. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"No, no, it's fine," insisted Rhenn. "Master, honestly! I didn't do anything wrong - not this time."

"Uh huh."

"He was one of the ones who wanted to hurt me. Well, not me, but the people I was playing with. I was good. They asked me for help. So, when they turned up, I played with him. Mistress sent some other Kats. We had lots of fun."

"And this one?" mused the daemon.

Rhenn stroked Chen's face affectionately. "Lady Gedan said I could bring him back to play. Just me."

"Ah," said Feathers. "That's all right, then. But you mustn't hurt him. Remember?"

"I know, Master," said Rhenn. "I know. And I haven't hurt him. He's just being shy."

Feathers grinned. "Shy, is it? He looks more...deflated."

"He's just pretending," said Rhenn. "I've only been playing with him for three days."

"Humans needs sleep, Rhenn," said Feathers. "And food. And drink. And to be able to catch their breath. They are not all as...strong as you."

"I know. I know. And he has, he's had plenty of food and wine, I promise."

"Really?"

Rhenn looked down at the floor, twisting slowly on one foot, one way and then the other. Guilt ruffled her features. "Well, lots of food and drink, anyway." she said slowly. "As for the sleep...well, he's had a bit..."

The daemon sighed. "Take him to a room and let him sleep, Rhenn," said Feathers. "Then, once he has recovered, you may play some more."

Rhenn's features dropped with disappointment. "But..."

"Rhenn."

"Aw."

Feathers reached out and stroked her cheek. "Good little Rhenn," he cooed. "Will you do this for me? Hmm?"

Rhenn purred loudly, happy at his touch. "All right, Master," she said, smiling again. "But I'm not going to snuggle with him. Uh huh. He can sleep with Kihan." She turned to look at Chen. "Won't that be nice, mm? You get to snuggle up to the big Kat who tickled you out of your clothes when we first met. He'll keep you nice and snug and warm until you're ready to play."

Chen's blush swallowed his every feature. "...thank you...."

"But, if he ends up liking Kihan more than me...." she turned and went to say something to Feathers, but a sharp look from Sahm stopped her in her tracks. "Well, that would be disappointing...but I guess...I could get over it..."

Rhenn turned around and walked away, muttering as she led Chen away.

"Wow," remarked Feathers with a smile.

"Yes, my Lord."

"What...personality."

Sahm smirked. "She is single minded, my lord."

"That she is," said Feathers. "I almost feel sorry for that Chen."

They carried on through passages and junctions until at last they came across the room in which Feathers could view his beloved. It was little more than an alcove set under a staircase, but in the centre of it was a standing basin of dark stained granite, filled with black water. A single lantern burned on the wall.

"This will not take long," said Feathers. He gripped the edge of the basin with both hands. "Stay close, in case there is trouble."

"Yes, my Lord."

Feathers stirred the waters of the pool with the fingers of one hand and cast his thoughts to Gedan. Almost instantly he saw her beautiful face appear in the surface. She was smiling, no, wait, she was laughing. To see that made the daemon grin. With a turn of his thought, he expanded the image to see better what was happening and when it became fully apparent, the daemon chuckled and stepped back. He withdraw his hand the image faded and the water settled.

"Sahm," he said. "You will be accompanying me on a short quest."

"My Lord?"

"It seems I have been issued a challenge," said Feathers. "Someone, this Tickle Monster, thinks they are the best tickler in the world. And they have chosen to prove it by capturing and tickling the love of my live and our sweet, dear Aschette."

Sahm tittered. "How did they manage to capture her?"

"Probably by asking nicely, knowing my love. But still, this challenge must not go unanswered."

"You will answer it personally, my Lord?" asked Sahm. "Is it not best to send a Kat in your place? What if it is a trap?"

"Of course I will answer it personally," replied Feathers, feeling his pride kicking in. "There is no trap that can hold me. And with you at my side, we shall be invincible. We will go to see this...Tickle Monster. I will show her just what kind of tickler she is dealing with. By Jove, I will tickle her into a puddle of teary ticklishness."

Sahm nodded. "And you will free Lady Gedan from her ticklish torment?"

"Yes," said Feathers. "Well, maybe not straight away...she looked so cute..." The daemon giggled. "But anyway, you heard me. Let us be off and answer this challenge."

Sahm nodded but deep down, he had a very strong suspicion that this challenge was not going to go exactly as his Lord expected it to.

* * *

Excitement clung to every fibre of her being. Her quickened breath and a tingle in her step. Kat the Tickle Monster was about to set about completing the most delicious task she'd ever been set - tickle torturing Gedan, the First of all the other Kats.

"What a treat," said Kat.

"Looking forward to this, are we?" asked Gedan.

"More than you can imagine."

Gedan grinned. "Me too."

"Well, here it comes."

"Be gentle with me," said Gedan, wriggling with anticipation. "Make it a good one."

Kat nodded, not really needing to be told otherwise. She reached out and lightly ran her fingertips around Gedan's ankles, trailing her touches up and along the top of Gedan's feet, up to the very tips of her toes. It was a deliberately slow and nerve awakening touch - a tease that always cranked up the delicious feeling of anticipation.

"Oooh," Gedan said. She shuddered all over and mewled a delicate little giggle. She wiggled her toes a little faster in response to the feeling of Kat's touches. "That's...eeheehee...got my senses all up and eager...heehee"

"Good," replied Kat. Gedan's giggling was one of the cutest sounds she'd had ever heard.

The Tickle Monster stroked her fingers slowly up and down, relishing the feel of Gedan's feet. They were so soft and warm, so sweetly responsive. "Ooh, I love your feet, they are so soft, my sweet little kitten. So silky smooth."

"Glad you hooeeehee like them."

"I hope the rest of you is this sensitive."

"I guess that's for your to find out, isn't it...Tickle Monster?"

Kat stroked the tip of Gedan's toes with her fingers, feeling how they moved under her touch playful touch. Kat dipped her hands and lightly wiggled her finger underneath them. "Tickle, tickle, tickle."

"Mm," said Gedan, grinning more and more, "that...tickles...nicely."

"It's meant too, honey. Now, let me hear you giggle."

Kat turned her palms upwards and started stroking the tips of her fingers up against the soles of Gedan's feet. They were light and fast, delivered with a skill Kat had spent a long time developing - enough to tickle but not enough to get used to.

"Eeehehehehehehehheheee," Gedan squealed. "Oh my eeheheheheheh, what a wonderful touch you hhohoohooaaahahahaha have, my Tickle Monster! Eehehehehahahahah!"

"I'm glad you approve," Kat replied.

"I doo hooeehehehehehehe eeheheheha!"

Gedan wriggled her feet from side to side, making Kat's fingers brush all over her soles. It was as if she wanted those devilishly sweet touches everywhere and at the same time. But as good as her word, Gedan never pulled away and made no attempt to kick out or avoid it.

"I think the likkel kitty likes having her feet tickled..." teased Kat, "Is that right, mm? Kitchy kitchy."

Gedan purred loudly and nodded. "Mneeehehehe eeheheh, yes eeheheheheeehehahahahah."

Grinning at the sound of Gedan's laughter and at the addictive feeling of her feet under her fingers, Kat drew her touches inwards, scratching faster and harder on the even more sensitive skin of Gedan's arches.

At once Gedan gave a thrilling shriek and her knees bent just a little. Her laughter, sweet an almost musical, jumped a pitch at these new touches. "NeeeEeheeheeeheeee!" She shook her head from side to side, her thick tulip hair swishing as she did so. She clutched the seat of the stool that she sat with both hands, but someone kept her feet on the Tickle Monster's lap. "EEeheheheheheheeee aaahahahehhehehahahahaha ooahahehe! Oh yes, hehehehehe, right there....that tickles so bad...ahehehehe hahahahahehehehehaaahaahah!"

"I think we've found a sweet spot," Kat said and let both of her hands scratch on Gedan's arches. "And look how you keep your feet here...it's so sweet. Tickle tickle, tickle, Kitty."

"Eheeeeheheheheheheh aaahahaahah eeeooohaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaaha!"

Kat reached back quickly with her hand and plucked a large, thick, soft feather from a tray behind her. It was a feather that had been frequently used, but had still retained its wonderful softness. She kept one hand tickling Gedan's arches, while slipping a leg across her ankles to hold them in place. Once settled, she slipped the tip of the feather between Gedan's toes and twirled it softly,

"Oh myaaaahahahahahahaahahaaaa! Hahahahaha oooahahahahaha! Such a tickling....aahehe eheha ahahahaheehehehahahahaha! Eeoooaaahahahahaha hahahehehaha hooohhhahahahahahaaa! You really are very good, Tickle Monster!"

"One of the best?" Kat asked with a smile.

"Definitely."

"Well that's quite a compliment," said Kat.

"You aahahaheeehehahahhahahaa ehehahahahhaha have earned it ahahahahahaha!"

The Tickle Monster twirled the feather faster between Gedan's toes. Her fingers slowed a little, easing down Gedan's arches and around the back of her ankles, where they teased and stroked, finding altogether new types of ticklishness.

Gedan erupted with a new level of laughter in response, shaking so much that the chair she was sitting on rattled. "BWaaaaaahahahaheehehehe eeheehehehehehehehehheheeee!" She cried out wonderfully with sounds so filled with sweet ticklish delight that none could mistake them. It spoke volumes of what was being done and to the great skill it was being done with; of a tickling of delicious intensity, carried out by a master of the skill. It was as thrilling to hear as it was to receive. "Eeheehehehe hahahaha ahahahaha eehehee!"

"Tickle tickle, kitty..." cooed the Tickle Monster, her words a spice to Gedan's all ready tickle-filled senses. "Come on, now...tickle tickle...let's hear that laugh of yours."

And all the while, Gedan kept her feet there and did not pull away or try to get free of Kat's grip.

"Neeehehehehehaahahahahahaha aaahahahahaehehahahahahaha!"

"Say it," teased Kat. "Come on, sweetie, just it."

Gedan shook her head. "Nooaaahahaha eheehehehahahahahahaaaa!"

"If you say it, we can do away with all this pretense," promised Kat. She learned forward, while tickling still, and whispered softly into Gedan's ear. "We both know this has just been a prelude of what I'm going to do with you. A warm up, if you will. Your feet are not the only ticklish spots you have. There are many more, hidden away under that beautiful chemise of yours. Your belly....your ribs...your neck and others. So many sweet tickle spots, just yearning for my sweet touches."

Gedan gulped, somehow finding the energy to look at Kat. There was a sparkle in her eyes, touched as they were with laughter tears. "A...prelude, you say?"

"Mm," said Kat and paused her tickling long enough to rest her hands on Gedan's belly. She stroked softly.

"Oh my..."

"I know you want this almost as much as I do," said Kat, taking a moment to draw in Gedan's scent. It was so perfectly sweet. "And you know what I want to hear. What I need to hear." She started stroking Gedan's belly through her dress. "Just...say it."

"Heee heeheheheh..."

Kat rose up and sat across Gedan's stomach, her body wriggling beneath her. Kat pressed her fingers a little harder into Gedan's stomach and was delighted to see the giggling laughter building behind her eyes. "Mm," she said. "Such a cute lil kitty."

"Mnneeheeheheheh ahahahaha!" Gedan could hardly help herself as she felt Kat's fingers press and wriggle through her fur. It was automatic and helpless and wonderful. "Eeeeheh hahahahaha ehahah ooahahah hhahahaha ehehahahahahahahah!"

Kat wiggled a finger softly into Gedan's belly button, feeling her own smile broaden. She could tell this was another sweet spot. But for now, she teased lightly, weaving a promise of something sweet to come. She wanted Gedan to know it could happen, if she was a good lil girl, but only when Kat had heard what she wanted to hear.

"I can tickle you for as long as you like, hun," cooed the Tickle Monster. "Anywhere you like with whatever you like. I can keep you here for days, weeks even and you know that you'll never have a tickle treat like this again."

"Mm," purred Gedan. "That is very sweet."

"And you know I'm telling the truth," said Kat, her voice soft and honeyed. "You know that even your delicious Kats will crumble under my touch. Aschette did, she melted for me ever so wonderfully. And you will too, Gedan. You know it. I know it. It will be wonderful."

Again, Gedan nodded slowly, wriggling happily with ticklish joy.

"So, just say it..."

"All right," said Gedan, looking into Kat's eyes. "You're the---"

A wild flash of light cut Gedan's sentence off. It filled the room suddenly and then faded just as quick. Both Gedan and Kat closed their eyes, as if anticipating it, then Kat moved on instinct to cover Gedan's head - which only resulted in a louder purr.

"Best tickler in the world?" said a voice that was resonant in its challenge and unashamed in its disbelief. "I'd like to argue that."

Kat chuckled softly and slid off of Gedan's legs. She rose to full height, plucking the feather up in one hand and putting the other on her hip. Her plan had worked, though, it had taken longer for her to get there than she'd have liked. Still, tickling Gedan had been an absolute pleasure.

"And who are you?" Kat called out.

"My name is Feathers."

"Cute name," admitted Kat.

"Hello, lover," said Gedan, breathing heavily but still grinning from her tickling. "This is the Tickle Monster. She's the one who's kept me here all these days, tickling me wonderfully."

"I know," grinned Feathers. "I've been watching."

Gedan purred happily. "Naughty boy."

"So you're the Tickle Monster, huh?"

Kat nodded. "A name I have earned, sweetie."

"A good name," replied the daemon, stepping out of the shadows. "But the best tickler in the world? I will test that name, here and now. And you shall pay for your boast in hours of delightful ticklish torment."

Kat grinned triumphantly. "All right then, daemon," she said and swished the feather teasingly at him. "Bring your blue butt over here. I'm going to tickle you into submission."