Sprinting along the corridor, the way suddenly opens up in an intersection with several hallways running off it. Panicking, as you can hear your persuers right behind you, you leap down a small side passage-perhaps to small for those things- and keep running.
Sometime later, you can't run any more, and flop down on the thick carpet, panting heavily. Hobbes virtually collapses next to you. "I think (pant) we lost them (pant pant)." He Gasps. It seems he's right; as there's no sign of the three any-where. Collecting yourselves, you eventually catch you breathe and continue on.
Rounding a bend, you step into a rectangular room, more of a wider stretch of hallway, really, with two rows of pillars running through it. The nearest one looks broken or somehow damaged, but a quick inspection shows that it was built with two large sections that fold out near the base, with holes in them closer to the floor. Idly wondering what that could be disigned for, but not giving it much thought, you press on, Hobbes almost literally on your tail. Suddenly, the calm quiet of the hallway is cut into by "Eeeck! C'mon Rise- please don't tickle meheeheehee!" At the last pair of pillars, a creature resembling a small fox-type furry with reddish fur is trapped in the columm itself, with just her paws and head sticking out, and her white belly showing though a squareish gap cut into her confines. A similar furry, also with white on the tips of her ears,tail and belly, but with golden-bronze fur, is engrossed with tickling the helpless vixen. "Cootchie-cootchie -coo, Set. I think some revenge is in order after what you did to me back there." She purrs, tickling her captive's left foot-paw with one hand while running the other's pionter digit down her soft belly. "Hahahahaha!" Is all she gets as a replie.
Grinning, you motion for Hobbes to be quiet and walk up behind the golden-furred gal. So engaged with tickling, she doesn't hear you. In fact, it's only when you put your paws to her sides and start tickling her enthusiastically that she acknowledges you, witch she does by leaping up a foot into the air, and bringing her arms in towards her body in a futile gesture to lessen the tickling. "What the-hahhaha! Whos there?" She squeaks, falling to her knees, and then the floor, to escape your tickling hands. "Oh, I just thought I'd interupt you to tell you that that's no way to tickle someone; and I suppose I'll have to demonstrate to you how to do it otherwise." Standing up, the vixen would be under five feet tall, much smaller than you, and your alot stronger than she is. Kneeling down, you stradle her waist, then sieze her wrists with your hands, before putting them both in one of your paws and pinning them above her head. "For starters,your only spider tickling her belly, like this." You waggle your fingers against her side, making her giggle. "That's great to begin with, but if you want to really tickle someone, try this." You form your right hand into a 'pincer' shape and start going at her side, digging in the thumb. This causes her to burst out laughing and squirm wildly, trying to break free of your grip. "Wow!" You exclaim. "You really are ticklish! I think I better give you a few more lessons, and maybe punish you for tickling that helpless girl over there like that."
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