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Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 6C: Beauty and the Tickle-Beast"What was the purpose of your laughter?" Mojo asked the caged Blossom, forgetting for once that the Powerpuff Girls were his enemies and indulging in pure scientific curiosity. "Surely you cannot be happy that you have been caught?"
"Mojo," Blossom began, claming down rapidly from her ticklish bout of laughter, "for such an intelligent super-evolved chimp, you can on occasion be incredibly dense. I laughed because I was being tickled."
Mojo Jojo just stared at her inquisitively. "Tickled? What is this?"
Blossom slapped her forehead. "O dear lord, don't tell me you don't know what tickling is?" Mojo Jojo shook his head, causing his turban cap to rattle a little. "Okay, I'll try to explain."
"You see, it's a very mild form of pain - some think it's a defunct part of the bodies early warning system to defend from predators, others think it's part of familial bonding. Tickling is when you touch or stroke another person and it makes them laugh and jerk about. Got it?"
A light went on in Mojo Jojo's brain as he quickly processed this information and tried to work how her could use it to his advantage. Turning to his control console, he adjusted some dials and Blossom felt her arms and legs being stretched as though pulled by some very strong creature, until she was spread-eagled across the centre of the bubble. She was still wearing her t-shirt and shorts, but her sandals were lost somewhere in the chamber, and she was trapped. Not that they would've provided much protection from the inquiring primate anyhow.
Reaching forward into the bubble, Mojo moved his stubby fingers towards Blossom's kneecap and began scratching, quite hard. Blossom scrunched up her nose at the feeling, and upon thinking this over, Mojo decided that his first attempt at "tickling" hadn't been a breathtaking success. Pulling back, her rubbed his chin and considered what he had done wrong. Then, coming to the conclusion that he needed a larger concentration of nerve endings, he repeated the process by scratching the bottom of Blossom's right foot. She pulled back sharply, or tried to, but it caused the bubble to bounce back and away from him.
"Ow! Stop that", she shouted, glaring at him from inside her bubble. "What on Earth do you think you're trying to do to me?"
"Tickle you", he said, simply, puzzled at his second lack of success. "It seems a very effective method of providing painless and long-lasting torture, if only I knew how to administer it correctly, I could possibly defeat you and your sisters permanently without even needing to construct a device to try to destroy you."
"Well..." Blossom thought over her options. If Mojo gave up on this line of reasoning, he may resort to more...direct methods of torture, and she couldn't expect a rescue, so she had to stay as able as possible in order to have a hope of escape. If that meant letting this...this monster tickle her, could she stomach it?
"You've kinda got the idea by tickling my feet," she said, and tried to motion with her arms, to find all that happened was the spherical energy cage spun about its axis. "But you need to be softer." Why am I helping him - he'd figure it out himself anyway...
"Like this?" Putting his hand back into the bubble, he ran the fur on the back of his palm over her calf, and she giggled softly despite the innate strangeness and possible danger of the situation.
"Yes...hee hee hee hee heeeeee..."
"Good..." he said, and grinned evilly as he ran his fur now over the sole of her foot, and her laughter grew louder. Blossom tried to hold still as the light tickling was making it increasingly difficult for her to hold still, and whenever she moved, her whole body moved because it was attached to the bubble.
Without warning, Mojo Jojo suddenly stopped tickling and walked back over to his console.
"This is getting me nowhere", he muttered, as he pressed a few buttons and Blossom felt the energy ball roll over so that she was lying on her back in mid-air, tilted forwards a little bit. As she regained her senses once the tickly feelings had subsided, she began to jerk and thrash about, trying to escape, but she couldn't move her body at all any more.
"Mojo...? Mojo, what are you doing!" Blossom asked, panicked. Mojo Jojo strolled purposefully back over to her, and leant into the bubble, moving for Blossom's feet; the only motion still afforded to the poor puff was the ability to wriggle her fingers and toes; beyond that, she was utterly at the manic monkey's mercy.
"Why Blossom, I would've thought that obvious, especially to you." His grin grew even larger. "I'm going to tickle you to death." He reached out again and began running his fur over the soles of her feet. Her toes twitched faintly but beyond that, she gave no signs that it affected her.
Blossom knew that this time, she was literally fighting for her life; Mojo Jojo most probably had all sorts of gadgets that he could use to tickle her - if not, he could easily build some with all of his mechanical skills. But whatever, he would want to break her personally before leaving her to die from hysterics.
It's just a simulation, she thought. Two hour time limit - there's gotta be only about 30 minutes left anyway. All I have to do is hold out 'til then, and it'll shut...down...
In fact, it was even less than that; the simulation only had ten minutes left, but Blossom knew not of this. Her toes wriggled as much as they could under the teasing from his furry paws, and she closed her eyes to help herself focus.
"You cannot escape, Blossom," Mojo Jojo said, trying to destroy her confidence or, at the very least, her concentration. "I can keep this going all day long - I could even fill your energy prison with low-level static electricity and let that tickle you instead if I get too tired to continue. You must know that you cannot continue indefinitely; sooner or later, you'll crack, and that will be the end of you!"
"Nn-n-n-n-n-n-n-never, Mojo", Blossom stuttered out, and tried in vain to cover her tickled sole with her other foot; both legs were locked firmly in place though, so there was no way that Blossom could protect herself at all. Even if she had been free to move, the tickling was weakening her so much that she may not have been able to protect herself anyway. She could feel her cheeks flushing as she had to hold her breath to keep the giggles in. She wanted so much to squirm away from his tickly fur, but the energy prison held fast.
The tingling sensations that coursed through her body confused the Powerpuff; she hated being out of control, usually; more so, she hated giving in to her enemies; and yet here she was, willingly participating in a simulation where she was being tickled silly by her greatest foe, and all it would take to stop it would be a single command to the computer. So, why didn't she give that command?
Mojo Jojo was grinning sadistically as he watched Blossom's lips twitch to retain control of her laughter, and ran his fur underneath her toes, certain that this would also be a highly ticklish area for her; unsurprisingly, he was proven right as her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared at the light touches. Her blush deepened and spread over her neck. Breathing through her nose helped Blossom maintain some semblance of self-control, though that too was beginning to slip as her breathing was becoming more erratic, faster, shallower.
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she struggled hard to banish it from sight. Closing her eyes, Blossom again tried to focus, to block out the sensations...
"Kitchee kitchee coo, Powerpuff Blossom..." Mojo Jojo sang in his deep throaty voice. "I can tell that this is getting to you; why don't you take a nice, big breath and let it all go? It'll be over so much quicker that way..." He laughed, manically. Blossom had an inexplicable urge to laugh with him, as his fur stroked between her toes.
Fighting with all her willpower available at that moment, she managed to scrunch her toes ever so slightly, but not enough to catch his tickly hair. Even curling her toes just a little was incredibly tiring, trying to resist the energy field, and Blossom felt the laughter welling up more forcefully in her stomach. Her muscles relaxed again and her toes fanned out once more as her vision became blurred from the continual lack of oxygen.
"You know you're gonna give, Blossom; make it easy on yourself", Mojo Jojo said, secretly hoping that Blossom wouldn't give in that easily; he was having far too much fun breaking her slowly to want to stop just yet.
Blossom's chest was heaving as she attempted to continue to breathe without letting the laughter out; lungs burning, she managed one short, raspy breath after another. As long as he keeps doing that, I should be OK. I may even become desensitised to it she thought.
The evil monkey, sensing her beginning to ease into the tickling, decided that the best course of action was to throw her off-balance, metaphorically speaking. Moving around so that one claw was still tickling Blossom's spasming instep muscles and twitching toes on her right foot, he reached up under her t-shirt and began to scribble his other claw quickly and randomly over her shaking stomach. Blossom's eyes almost bugged right out, and she let loose a single, powerful laugh.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Mojo Jojo shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears, never stopping to give Blossom a single moment's rest. Climbing up to sit on top of her, he slid his hands further up under her t-shirt to now tickle her upper ribs and the edges of her armpits, while his feet tickled over her trembling tummy and his tail snaked down between her legs to alternate tickling behind each knee.
The pressure was just too much for Blossom at this stage, and she began vibrating subtly under Mojo's tender ministrations. Unable to move, even to shift position faintly, Blossom lay completely helpless as the tickling finally took its toll on her. She tried one brief, ultimately futile, attempt to save herself, however.
"N-n-n-n-n-oooooooooooooo...heh...co-hic-compu-u-u-u-u-u-u-uter, ehehehehehehend pr...heh...hehehehehehehehehe...hahahahahaha...hahahahahahahahahahahaha...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Once the floodgates opened, the laughter quickly poured out; several times over the next few minutes, Blossom again attempted to voice the end program command, only to be thwarted in each and every single attempt by a fresh bout of unmanageable laughter. It took five whole minutes before the flood of hysterical laughter eventually gave way to a steady trickle of ticklish giggles. Blossom just stayed lying there, tittering and hopelessly out of control of her own body, like a silly little schoolgirl.
By this time, Mojo was completely lost in his task of tickling the super-heroine to death, and eagerly drank in each fresh burst of laughing. Turning around, he tickled Blossom's ribs with his feet, around her neck with his tail, and stretched down to lick her toes, drawing fresh chuckling from the poor puff.
"P-pp-p-p-p-p-p-p-please Mohohohohohohohohohohohohohohojo...no mohohohohohohohohohohohohore...hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
Blossom's face and upper body were by now bright red, as were the soles of her feet - especially beneath her ultra-sensitive toes -, which had been tickled raw over the course of the holo-simulation. She could feel something stirring deep inside her, and the tickling became more pleasurable, even as he tried to drive her to death by laughing. A pleasurable tingling began to spread over her already shattered body, and it caused her to let out an occasional small moan between fits of laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...oh!...hahahahahahahahahahahaha-mmmmmmmm...hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...squeal...eeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Nnnnnnnnnnnn...o god hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."
Mojo Jojo sensed the change in her laughter, among other things, and seemingly reacting on impulse now in an attempt to finish what he had started, he took her toes into his mouth and nibbled them gently. The feelings sent Blossom to new ticklish heights, and goosebumps sprang up all over her as she felt alternately incredibly flushed from all the teasing and tickling, and then suddenly chilled to the bone. A faint light pink aura surrounded her as her skin shone with perspiration.
"Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...comput...hee hee hee hee...comp... hee hee hee hee hee hee...com... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...co... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...cohee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...c...c...c...c... hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee...hiccup...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO HO"
She could feel her clothes sticking to her all over, as she was now very hot and sticky indeed, and yet Mojo Jojo would not let up; he was determined to end this, one way or another. He nibbled on the tips of her toes, and swirled his tongue nimbly between them, sending Blossom to levels of ticklishness she had never before known existed. The tail tickling around her neck didn't do much to add to his semi-pleasurable torture, but his feet tickling rapidly up and down her sides, counting and re-counting her ribs one by one as they went, were driving her nearly insane. Her chest was quite sore now, throbbing with pain from the amount of laughter that had been forced from her.
All at once, as Mojo Jojo switched to nibbling the toes of her other foot, the shock of her saliva-coated toes coming back into contact with the cool fresh air sent her totally over the year, bellowing out in extreme torture and bliss at the same time.
"Hahahahahahaha...ooooooooooooooooh mmmmmmmmmmmmmmy...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA!"
The aura around her flared a brilliant pink for a brief moment, and the energy barrier around Blossom shattered into a million pieces on contact with the aura's force. Mojo Jojo was sent flying across his own laboratory, bouncing off the far wall some twenty feet (no puns, please) away, and crashing to the ground, his helmet caved in by the impact. He got to his feet, took one step towards the Powerpuff, and fell over again; he didn't get up a second time, but lay there panting for breath.
Blossom simply lay on the floor, blithering incoherently for some long moments, covered from head to toe in sweat - and on her toes in monkey saliva - with all her clothes sticking rather uncomfortably to her body. Stumbling to her feet, Blossom gave a small squeak at the cold of the floor against her still to sensitised feet, and floated slowly across the room to recover her lost flip-flops, swaying as she went, her eyes glazed over and half-closed from exhaustion.
"...computer...end...end...end pr...program", she panted, and the simulation at once closed down, and Blossom found herself once more floating in the Danger Grid, wearing nothing at all and with her now once-more clean clothes in a small heap on the other side of the room (remember, she changed into holographic clothes at the end of the first part of this). Shivering with cold, Blossom zipped over and put on her real sandals, grabbed the rest of her clothing up, and flew up the stairs as fast as she dared in her current state of tiredness.
Dumping her clothes on the floor of her bedroom the instant she was past the bedroom door, she dove into her bed, pulled the blankets up tightly over her, still shaking with a feverish type of cold, and curled up tight, not even bothering to remove her sandals. Moments later Blossom was asleep, and a small contented smile quickly swept over her face as heat started to spread through her now that she was back in her nice, warm bed.
Her right foot inched over the mattress to find its mate, and, fast asleep, her big toe ran delicately up and down her left arch, causing the toes of her left foot to once again curl around the fastening of the sandal, as a single small giggle slipped from her upturned lips.
"Hee hee...stoppit, that tickles...hee hee..." she giggled sleepily and squirmed around in her bed, as she was clearly dreaming that someone was tickling her very gently.
And so, all three Powerpuff Girls slept soundly for the rest of the night. However...
Outside the window, someone was watching as Blossom dreamt on, and a wicked smile creased their lips.
"So...the Powerpuff Girls are ticklish, eh?" a female voice whispered. "At last, I may have found my way to overthrow that annoying twit Him and reclaim what is rightfully mine..."
The source of the voice vanished in a puff of pale blue smoke.
Somewhere far away, in a cave deep inside a volcano, the being re-materialised.
"Mother - you're back!" said a girl, running out from a nearby room.
"Where were you?" asked a second girl, walking out behind her after switching off a television. A third girl followed the first two, staring fixedly at a well-thumbed copy of FHM. Her sandals were too large on her feet, and one came off, tripping her up. After putting it back on and buckling both more tightly, she too looked up at their mother.
"Didja bring my magazine subscriptions?" she asked, a twinkle in her eyes. Her mother laughed and produced a small stack of magazines, all the covers showing images of scantily clad young women. The girl gave a whoop of joy and flew off to her room.
"Typical Brite", said the first girl who had coming running out, "she's obsessed with those mags."
"Now Burst", said the mother, "don't make fun of your sister." The second girl agreed.
"Aw, shuddup Blast", said Brite, and gave her sister a brief rib-tickle to rid her of her mock-scolding look. Both girls fell to the floor giggling, as Blast began squeezing Brite's waist in retaliation.
"Now girls", said the mother, "I located Him's Earthly palace."
"Really - cool!" said Burst. "So are we gonna attack him? Then we could go back home." Her sister nodded her head in agreement.
"No - the town is protected by three super-heroines called The Powerpuff Girls" said the mother. "They won't allow violence in their city but dealing with them will be even easier than Him."
"But how?"
"That, my dears, is quite simple..." and she began to outline a needlessly complex plan. Both girls' faces lit up with delight as scheme was unveiled.
To be continued...
Well, I figured it was time to give this story a serious direction; don't worry, Neo-Larry, this won't be like "Caught in the Crossfire". :D