Fun In The Forest

Fun In The Forest
By TickleWizard

Night had fallen upon Kiarma Forest, the Gnolls and other wildlife that prowled the forest during the day had retired to dreamland where they could hunt un-opposed. The nightlife was still awake though, the owls were stalking their prey and their prey was running for the fuzzy or scaly lives! Speaking of owls, a black one which had a silver crest upon its crown that resembled a moon was gliding through the forest, keeping its eyes open and diligently searching. It searched not for prey; it searched for threats that may wish to make its master their prey. After a while it returned to its master and let out a gentle hoot to inform her it was safe. "Thank you again Moonlight, if not for you I'd not survive." The Night Elf brought her hand to her loyal friends head and scratched lightly. "When we find somewhere I can rest my sore wounded body I'll be sure to repay you properly" she said as she gave her friend a light blue berry which the owl happily accepted and immediately ate. "Did you spot anywhere safe for us to sleep?" she asked the owl which nodded then took off, the Night Elf followed. Eventually they came to a secluded glade hidden under the canopy. There was a spring with running water for drinking as well as a pond filled with clear water. The moment the Night Elf noticed the pond her eyes lit up. "Perfect! I haven't been able to bathe for days!" She went to the water and examined it, dipping her hand in and swishing it around to test not only temperature, she needed to be sure nothing lurked there that would enjoy the company of her delicious looking frame. Though she doubted anything here would care for her looks, meat is meat to a beast after all!

Once she was sure that the water was safe, she stripped herself of her sweat drenched, dirt coated clothes and lowered herself into the water. The moment her toes hit the water she sighed in pleasure; the water was a perfect temperature to ease her aching feet. She had been walking for god knows how long and her poor feet needed rest. Her feet were beautiful and despite the many travels they embarked on, were completely flawless; not a single patch of rough skin or callous! This was thanks to her enchanted boots. She bought them of a travelling wizard who seemed to deal in all sorts of potions and enchanted clothes to help keep skin soft, smooth and utterly flawless. She had noted that most of his selection was dedicated to foot care and if she ever saw him again she was going to make sure she had enough coins to buy some of those cute socks and a few bottles of that lotion that caught her eye. She sat herself in the pool and relaxed her tired body. The pool of water was warm, clear and the perfect size for her to lay down if she wanted to! With her sitting down the pool only came half way up her breasts. After about an hour, she decided she had best dry herself off before she started to look like a prune. When she was dried off she washed her attire and left it to dry. After making herself a meal she put on her sleep wear and drifted off for what she thought would a perfect and calm rest.

She was half right; it was perfect up until she was brought awake by what felt like a vine, brushed against her foot in an almost loving manner. This would of been relaxing and would of had her slightly purring, but those hairs that lined the vine tickled too damn much for her to just stay sleeping soundly (mind you, it doesn't take a lot for these flawless feet to feel like they're being mercilessly tickled! In fact she could swear that thanks to those boots they'd become more ticklish than when they were when she was just a kid!). With a squeak and a light giggle, she awoke and instantly her eyes fell to where her assaulted foot rested, it's only company her other equally ticklish foot. No tickling fiend in site. She assumed that it must've just been an insect or maybe even just her imagination and went back to sleep. A few minutes later and the same feeling arose on both of her tender soles as well as along her belly. With that another squeak and a rather more audible giggle arose from her lips. She went to sit up to survey her surroundings for this tickling prankster, but found herself bound at her ankles, wrists and around the waist by what looked like tree roots. Immediately she began to panic. What could have caught her? The forest was barren of anyone bar the animals and insects. Perhaps this was a sacred grove and she had angered the spirits that dwelled there. But if it was spirits she had angered... why were they tickling her? Why not a more vengeful punishment? Mind you, she had kinda thought pain to be a better alternative as a few sneaky vines found a great delight in worming their way between her toes, paying extra attention to the senstive flesh that hid between them.

The instant that almost taboo area of her toes, her body had become nothing to but a big collection of nerves, and all of those nerves were recieving their own private titilation as more vines began to stroke each sensitive spot of her incredibly ticklish form. One in each armpit, delicately drawing figure eights. One counting both sides of her poor sensitive rib cage. One to poke and prod each side. One to tease the around her navel, just on the verge of her belly buton, as well as one more to tease said button. One to slowly stroke along each of her thighs, one each for her knees. And the worst collection of these new toys were all gathered at her feet with one for each part of her poor overly sensitive peds. Her toes had a vine for the gaps between each of her toes, as well as one for each stem and another for each toe pad. There were at least three she felt on the ball of her foot, madly dashing in no particular pattern along the ticklish flesh.  Two ran trails along each arch and one carved figure eights into her soft, subtle heels. If ever there was a hell, belongding to any demon lord with a love for tickling, the poor Night Elf was currently trapped in it.

After a few hours of this over stimulation the lone warrior slipped peacefully, and gratefully into sleep. After her strength had somewhat returned to her, she steadily and begrudgedly attempted to move her tired body only to find herself still trapped. At first she wondered why she was trapped, but the memories of her ticklish encounter with the vines came flooding back to her. Desperaton and fear soon fed her frantic attempts to escape another flurry of tickling. To her dismay all her escape attempt managed to do was tire her out and attract the attention of her captors. From the shadows of the trees a robed figure gripping a staff tightly in his hands emerged, vines followed behind him wriggling teasingly at their new toy. Each vine was eager for another round, as was the robed man. A smirk grew across his face as he gazed at his captive "My, my, my what a pretty little trespasser, such fun aswell...... What about another round of tickles?"