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Laughter in Townsville:
Tickled Pink, Green and Blue
Chapter 8: The plot thickens"So, what happened next?" Robyn asked, eagerly, as she and Blossom were heading straight from school to the babysitting job. Blossom just gave her a sly look.
"Whaddya think happened? They may be the 'bad girls' of the school, but I'm a powerpuff; so, I dunked their heads down the toilets!"
"Haha, that serves them right", Robyn gasped between peals of laughter. Then, becoming serious again, she asked, "Blossom, has Bubbles been acting odd lately?"
"Odd - how do you mean?"
"Well, she's been kinda shy, which just isn't like her."
"Shy?" Blossom stopped and thought for a moment about this comment. "Well, now that you mention it, I have noticed that, but only when she's around you."
Robyn had a fairly unreadable look on her face now, as she pondered this. The two continued towards the house.
A few minutes later, the pair were taking a shortcut across Townsville's very own volcano park, which was pretty much deserted at this time of the evening, when they came across a girl about the same age and height as themselves. Her hair was deep purple, with white at the tips, and she was wearing denim dungarees - Blossom was thinking how horribly the blue denim clashed with her purple hair - and a pair of sports sandals that looked at least a size too big for her.
"Hi," said the girl, "are you Blossom, of the Powerpuff Girls?"
Blossom's eyes lit up at the recognition, although a million questions burned in her mind about who this girl was, and why she looked vaguely familiar. Finally though, she decided it was simply because the girl also had a "puffed" appearance.
"I'm Brite", the girl said, holding out her hand to Blossom, who took it. "I'm a Powerpuff too - I've wanted to meet you for ages, but I couldn't find Townsville."
"Yeah, not many can", said Robyn, "they don't put it on maps anymore 'cos we get too many monster attacks. Think it'll make it safer if no-one can find the place."
"Sounds like a really cool city - are you two busy, or do ya think you could show me around a bit first?"
"Oh, sorry," said Blossom, remembering the babysitting, "we've gotta babysitting job tonight that we can't be late for," Brite looked disappointed, "but we could talk for a bit."
"Great!" said Brite, happily leading the other two towards a nearby bench.
"So, where do you live?" Blossom asked. The conversation continued, with Brite not answering too many of the girls' questions, but asking many of her own, which they always endeavoured to answer.
Without them even realising it, ten minutes had soon passed, and Robyn glanced at her watch before exclaiming, "Oh my god Blossom - look at the time", then turning to Brite, who sat between them, and said, "sorry Brite, but we have to go now, or we really will be late", and she and Blossom started to rise from there seat, as Brite just pouted.
"Oh, surely you could be a few minutes late?" she asked, giving them a pleading look, and both girls suddenly stopped in their tracks as though they had run out of energy, and slumped back down on the bench next to Brite again. "That's better", she said, and placed one arm around Robyn's waist, and the other around Blossom's waist, and began stroking the spot right above their hips very softly with one fingernail in little circles.
Both girls shifted uncomfortably, and tried once more to stand up; Brite hummed a tune quietly to herself, and their legs gave out under them without a seconds' warning.
"What...what's going on...?" Blossom asked, breathlessly. Brite just smirked at her.
"Having a little trouble getting up, are you Blossom?"
"Yeah, I..." Blossom trailed off in mid-sentence, as Brite started tickling each girl now with two fingernails, just as lightly as before. Blossom stared straight ahead, determined not to give in, while Robyn screwed her eyes shut tight and grit her teeth against the teasing.
Brite decided to add some verbal teasing to go along with the light tickling. "Aww, whassamatter, are the poor babies ticklish?" she said, as she brought a third finger into play on each hand; now Blossom screwed her eyes tight shut and bit her lip in concentration, and Robyn began bouncing up and down on the bench, her face turning a bright shade of pink from trying to hold her breath. Brite, of course, knew exactly what her little bit of fun was doing to the girls, but it was too entertaining for her to stop. Using a fourth finger to tease their tummies, Brite ran her big toe up and down the arch of Robyn's sandalled foot, making her foot shake quite fiercely. The little distraction was the final straw, and all the breath that Robyn had been holding came bursting out of her as she started squealing and laughing uncontrollably.
Blossom was proving slightly more difficult a case for Brite to crack - however, Robyn's laughter soon wore down Blossom's mental defences, and the two girls laughed and squirmed about uselessly, unable to stand up or even to pull away from this Powerpuff that was tickling them incessantly.
A lazy grin grew on Brite's face as she continued to tickle the puff and her friend, as they tried hopelessly to fend her off from tickling their stomachs and sides. Brite reached her arms around a bit further and scratched softly at the base of Robyn's belly button with a single finger, causing the girl to twitch frantically and her laughter to increase from loud giggles to full-on uproarious belly laughs. Meanwhile, she slipped her hand around Blossom's waist up to the armhole of her t-shirt, before running it back down now inside Blossom's t-shirt, scampering her fingers quickly over Blossom's bare ribcage. Blossom tried to move away from the tickling hand and in doing so ended up falling against Brite's side, and Brite just tickled with more force, making Blossom laugh and wriggle harder.
Her right hand slipped up under Robyn's loose t-shirt, and also began scratching softly and rapidly just above her tummy. The girl couldn't stop laughing long enough to pull away or to say anything in the way of pleading with their merciless captor. Brite's hand wandered up Robyn's side underneath her top, hitching it up as she went, and worked it's way up until it reached her underarm, where she spidered her fingers and scrabbled about, raising much mirth from the defenceless heap of jelly that had once been Robyn Snyder.
The two girls were laughing and wiggling about so much that, accidentally, they were gradually losing their sandals, as they shook with continuous laughter. Blossom gave a violent shudder when Brite's hand brushed against the side of her breast, and involuntarily kicked Brite in the shin.
"Ow! Goddammit - that hurt!" Brite exclaimed, releasing both her captives and bending over to rub her sore leg.
Still giggling like a little girl having been tickled by her favourite uncle, Blossom managed to croak out, "Now...hehe...Robyn!" and they made a mad dash for it across the park.
Several seconds later, Brite looked up to see Robyn and Blossom sprinting away at top speed, and smirked to herself. "They won't get far", she muttered, and flew after them.
"Why...don't you...just fly...us outta here?" Robyn panted as they continued to run away from the evil puff.
"My powers...aren't working proper...ly", Blossom puffed in reply. "The tickling..." she said, in way of explanation, and Robyn's eyes went wide at the revelation. The two continued their escape.
Brite grew bored, and concentrated on Blossom's feet as she flew up close behind them. At once, Blossom's right leg crossed in front of her left, and she fell flat face-first on the grass, followed moments later by Robyn in the exact same manner. Brite knelt down by their feet, and began to slowly slip their sandals off, grinning evilly at them the whole time.
"Y'know what? I think your little footsies have been neglected", Brite said to them, "I think very much that that situation should be remedied. And I've got just the thing..."
Robyn tried to clamp her toes around her sandal's straps, but Brite just snapped the sandals clean off the straps when she pulled at them, causing Robyn a lot of pain in the process as said straps dug against her feet. Brite then picked up her bare feet and began to rub them gently, and Robyn whimpered in slight pleasure at the soft relaxing touches.
"There, there", said Brite, "I'm not all evil...oh no wait, I am!" she added, and was just about to start with the tickle-torture again, when...
"Brite!"
Brite just ignored the girls' voice, and poised herself, ready to inflict.
"HEY BRITE, YA BIG LEZBO!"
"WHAT IS IT, SHRIMP!" Brite asked the girl, without bothering to look around at her.
"Mum has something she needs to tell you", said the other girl, who Blossom and Robyn could see wore a dark orange t-shirt and a pair of well-worn denim jeans as well as a pair of shoes with only a strap holding around the back of the ankle.
"Can't ya see I'm in the middle of something here?"
"Yeah well, take it up with mum, not me; you can flirt with the mortals later." Blossom's eyes bugged out at this statement.
"I'm not a mortal", she said as clearly as she could, "I'm a Powerpuff Girl."
"Really?" The girl asked. "Well, I'm Burst, and you're even more pathetic than I imagine, if my freak of a big sis can tickle you helpless like that." So saying, Burst blinked out of existence in the park, and reappeared at home. Brite was still caught off guard and Blossom, having caught her breath by now, picked up Robyn and flew at supersonic speeds back home, where she made a quick phone call to Robyn's aunt and uncle to explain the situation.
At the volcano-home, Brite popped in, right behind to Burst, and wrapped her arms around her little sister in a bear hug.
"Hey sis, thanks for the heads up. Now, maybe there's something I can do for you, like say, cheer ya up?" and at that moment, she began digging her fingers into Burst waist, causing Burst to be true to her name and burst into unbridled laughter. Burst wasn't exactly the hyper-ticklish type, but Brite knew what she was doing, so it really didn't matter.
This could take some time, so let's go look elsewhere...
At the Townsville home of the demon known only to mere mortals as Him, Him was currently sitting in his bath, holding his closest and only friend Mr. Quackers, after having watched all the events so far in his transdimensional TV (TTV).
"So, they're going to try to overthrow me are they, Mr. Quackers? Well, we'll see about that. If that second-rate demoness is going to trrrrrrrrrrry to use her daughters to destroy me, I suppose I should, as they say, fight fire with fire..."
Waving a claw at the empty space in his bathroom, the air began to solidify and darken, taken on humanoid form. Finally, the form coalesced to become a girl of the same age as the Powerpuffs and the Blackpuffs (Burst, Blast, and Brite), dressed all in gold. Her hair was a bright golden yellow colour, her eyes were a golden yellow, and she seemed to almost glow with an angelic light. When she smiled, though, she was anything BUT angelic.
"Hi Dad, my name's Sunni. What d'ya want me to do?" she said, giving an evil grin. A darkness glinted in her eyes that hinted at massive power...