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Quick Update!
🕑 Added 2022-06-28 15:19:28 +0000 UTCHello everyone! Just wanted to pop in to give a brief rundown on what's happening right now!
Of course I am still working on commissions at the moment. That is my primary focus. It's a bunch of super fun stories! Some fan works, some sequels, and bunch of originals that I know you'll all love ❤️ So if I'm away for long periods of time, just know that I am still working and that's pretty much what I've been doing non stop for the whole month ^-^
Outside of that, more Featherlands is coming through July. Definitely two more chapters. I'd like to get out three. We'll see after we all know how long they'll end up being (you'll know not that long after I figure it out xD). I'll try to stay active with little things here and there as I still want to treat you guy to what I can, but with a pretty consistent commission schedule, I can't say that I'll have a lot to update with.
But to give you guys a special look, here is an excerpt from next month's exclusive story:
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“Oh Troy,” she said, in an almost sing-songy voice. “Come out, come out, wherever you are…” Troy stayed perfectly still and absolutely quiet. He kept an eye on her feet as she walked in and around the bed. “Come on out Troy. We just want to talk.” It was a trick. Sounding like a sweet older lady not unlike that of his aunt Cassidy was simply a ploy to get him to let his guard down. But Troy was an expert spy, determined to not fall for such a trick a second time. He stayed as quiet as a mouse.
“Oh well, I guess Troy’s not here either,” the woman said with a sigh. “I guess I’ll just have to…” Her voice trailed off. Troy breathed an air of relief. He kept his eyes on the woman’s feet. She walked to the far corner of the bed. Troy’s heart nearly burst at feeling a hard grasp latch onto his ankle. “Gotcha!”
Troy yelped. He scrambled to his hands and feet as quickly as he could to dart out from beneath the bed. He tried to pull his ankle free from the facility head’s grasp, but she held on tight.
“Can’t run away now, can you?” she taunted. Troy managed to crawl out from beneath the bed, but not out of the woman’s tight hold. With one hand around his ankle, she managed to rip off his sock with the other. Troy’s eyes widened. He knew that the woman who caught him specialized in a specific kind of torture, the only one that he was never able to endure.
“No!” Let me go,” Troy pleaded. The woman chuckled.
“Uh oh, look what I found,” she continued. Troy watched her smile as she kept a tight grip on his foot. He saw it bare in her hand, vulnerable to her will. Her other hand scribbled her nails in the air just off of his sole. For a moment while watching, a smile crept onto Troy’s face.
“Nooooheehee, anything but that,” he said, already starting to laugh.
“Awww, is the baby boy giving up already?” she asked him. Troy bit his lip and thought for a moment.
“N-no?” he said, smirking. He clenched up and prepared himself.
“Okay!” the playfully acting facility head said. Five long, candy red nails descended onto Troy’s bare sole. They were still scribbling and did so rapidly against his foot. Troy squealed out loud, falling back onto the floor and yelping with laughter.
“Naaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!!” Troy laughed. The boy thrashed against the floor, rolling side to side while his aunt kept a firm grip on his foot. She braced it further by wrapping her arm around his ankle, able to more freely scratch at his bare sole with all five nails. She traced all over his squirming foot. She skittered her fingers across his velvety soft heel and worked her way up his arch. She laughed as she dug into the little wrinkles that formed. Her nails feasted wildly on the boy’s ticklish foot.
“You ready to get caught?” the woman asked. Her nails drove down into the soft, humid crevasse beneath his toes, scribbling against the short stems. Troy howled louder. His laughter filled the bedroom and most of the upstairs hall.
“Aaaaaahhahahahahaha nahahahat there!!!” Troy screamed. His hands reached for his foot, but fell back with the impulsive flailing of his body. His aunt explored his whole ticklish sole, expertly navigating some of the most responsive nerve endings of his entire body. “Okaahahahahahay!! Okaaaakakakayy!! You got meeeheheheheheee!!”
Troy’s aunt Cassidy gave the boy’s foot a few more devious tickles for good measure before letting go. Troy fell back against the carpet. His body laid limp. He held his hand to his chest as he panted heavily.
“Alright then,” said Cassidy, “you know what happens to spies that get caught.” An instinctive grin came to Troy’s face. It was already starting to blush a cheeky shade of pink. He pushed himself to sit up.
“Oh boy,” Troy said a reactionary phrase riding a hard exhale.
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This is just the start of a fun and adorable session ^-^ I hope to see you all into the next month!
As always, love and tickles! ❤️
-FS
Comments
Matt
You know, even not being a fan of /m stories, I have to tell you that the way you write that kind of dynamic and scenarios between tickler and ticklee makes them impossible not to read them and enjoy them! I'm more than looking forward to see the rest of it :) Great to know all that is coming next too! I've been really wanting to know what happens next in the Featherlands for a while now :D
