- Making Her Laugh -
"There," Webby finished tying off the last piece of taut rope around Violet's left wrist and stood back proudly with her hands at her hips.
"Just try escaping from that..."
Bound and blindfolded helplessly before her, Violet laid flat on her back with her arms and legs outstretched far in the spread-eagle position on Webby's bed.
The ropes were firm and secure, leaving the quiet hummingbird girl with little to no room to defend herself from what was soon to come.
Webby had really outdone herself this time, and just like her and Lena, Violet was wearing her usual sleepover attire: A simple green sleepshirt and matching shorts with her tail feathers sticking out on the back.
She wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm not too certain about this," Violet tried her best to get comfortable as she laid blindly in her friend's bed. She thought it useless to struggle, so she didn't even bother.
"Oh c'mon Vi," Webby gave her friend a comforting pat on the forehead.
"It'll be fun!"
"...Why must I be blindfolded? I thought we regularly came over just to see you. This seems a bit counterproductive."
"Because! If you can't see, you can't prepare yourself, for the TICKLES!" Webby wiggled her fingers in Violet's face.
"Uh, pink?" Lena tried to tell her best friend something.
"The TICKLES!" she repeated herself as Violet just stared forward blankly into her dark blinding blindfold.
"Sorry, you couldn't see that could you?"
"...Would you please untie me? I don't feel too comfortable like this. Couldn't you tickle me just fine without it?"
"And ruin all the fun? No way!" Webby shook her head and smiled down at her.
"This way, you can't bail on us without our permission first. You're now, completely, underneath our control... And lot of people like tickling, it's like a friendly laughing spell cast from your fingers. And I don't even remember ever seeing you laugh before."
"Lena, you live with her. Have you even seen her laugh before?" Webby turned to her to ask.
Lena chuckled and held her hand to the back of her head, "Can't say that I have pink."
Webby wasn't too sure what to think.
"Do you think she might have a rare mental disease that keeps her from laughing? Do you think maybe we should take her to a mind doctor?"
"Psychiatrist Webby," Lena quickly corrected her.
"Maybe, it's that I don't find many of things amusing," Violet explained.
"...Well if laughter is a medicine, than I'm your nurse! BANZAI!" Webby suddenly leaped high up in the air and landed right on top of Violet's stomach, nearly knocking all the wind out her.
Thankfully, the impact didn't instantly kill her.
"Geez Webby! Don't break her! She's the only baby sister I've got. Vi, are you okay?" Lena asked as she lifted up the side of her blindfold.
"Fortunately, Webbigail was just below the fatal weight limit," Violet managed to say as Lena covered her dilated eye back up.
"Okay!" Webby punched her fists together as she sat atop Violet's tender hips and right between her legs.
"Lena, you take her feet, while I take her body! We'll have her laughing like crazy in no time!"
"Soooo, uh. What should I use?" Lena asked in a stalling, awkward kind of way, "A hairbrush, a feather, just my fingers?"
"No," Webby replied.
"No?"
"No. I've got something better than all of that..." Webby paused with a creepy sinister smirk as she began to slowly pull something out from behind her back.
"Meet the most feared, the dreaded, tickle weapon of all... The battery powered, children's, corporate sellout, electric toothbrush!" she proudly held up a plastic pink and white cleaning dental brush for her best friend to see.
"Webby, isn't that yours?" Lena asked.
"Y-Yeah," Webby looked down at the large dental tool in her hands while Violet just listened to the peaceful quiet sounds of the night.
"It's the only one I've got. It tickles the inside of my mouth a bit when I use it, so I thought it might work..."
"And you want me to use it on her feet?"
Webby paused.
"Violet, how often do you wash your feet?" She turned to her to ask.
"...As often as needed." the bound hummingbird simply replied.
"Just, use your hands." Webby pushed her best friend into a crouched down position at the bottom of her bed where Violet's clawed defenseless feet had been spread wide apart and tied to the sides.
"I'm, still new to this whole, tickling thing," Lena said, wondering if groping at her adopted sister's bare feet like this would make their sibling relationship even more complicated than it now already was.
"I'm not even sure where to start..."
"Just work your fingers in and out of her toes, she should be ultra ticklish and sensitive between them," Webby instructed her as she cracked her knuckles together in ticklish preparation.
"I'm sure she just won't be able to stand it!"
"Heh. You're a weird one pink," Lena gave her a nervous stifling laugh.
"Yes I know. Ready? One, two, three, four, TICKLE MONSTERRRS!"
With gusto and an extremely ticklish intent, Webby dug her wiggling fingers deep into Violet's poor sides through her shirt and aggressively grabbed at her to try and make her laugh. While Lena just slowly stroked her left foot up and down with a single bored finger.
She just wasn't too into this, and she really didn't want to embarrass Violet more than she had too. She knew for sure that SHE wouldn't want to be tied up and touched all over like this, even though Webby had insisted that it was clearly a good idea.
"Coochie coochie coochie coo! Ha ha! Fun right?" Webby stopped tickling her, yet Violet didn't even react. She didn't laugh, she didn't squirm, she didn't squeal, she didn't even blink. This was supposed the be fun?
"That's, mildly annoying..." she finally spoke up.
"Wait, why isn't this working? She hasn't even cracked a smile yet. Aren't you, even at least a little bit ticklish?" Webby asked while still sitting atop her stomach.
"My apologies. People tend to laugh when tickled because it stimulates the nerves underneath the skin, warning the person of potential danger. I trust you're both not willing to intentionally harm me..."
"Huh. This is going to be a lot tougher than I thought."
"Webby, maybe we should just untie her already and move onto something else. I'm not sure if-"
"Wait that's it! She trusts that we're not going to hurt her!" Webby sat up on Violet's stomach, almost crushing her again under her weight.
"So?" Lena asked, curious to know where she was going with this.
"So in order to get her to laugh, all we have to do is go far beyond her boundaries! Do you think she'd mind if I pulled her shirt up?"
"...I would prefer if you didn't," Violet said.
"So. It wouldn't bother you too much?" Webby asked.
"It wouldn't irritate me as much as other things..."
"But would it still irritate you?"
"Yes," Violet calmy replied.
"What about your shorts?"
"What about them?"
"Permission to strip them down?"
"...Webby!" Lena decided it was best to try and interfere.
"Don't worry, it's okay if you're not wearing any underwear. I don't wear any to bed either," she said as she simply pulled down her shorts, revealing her light pink pair of underwear underneath.
"WEBBY!"
"Now for the panties," Webby grabbed a hold of them as if it was nothing to pull them down.
"WHA-WHAAAAAT?!"
"JESUS WEBBY!" Lena stopped her just in the nick of time, "You've get to respect her boundaries a little! We're trying to tickle her, not strip her naked!"
"But, don't you wanna make her laugh?" Webby asked.
"Not like THAT! As her big sister, everything below her hips is now off limits!"
"Ughhh! Fiiiiiiiiine. Just her shirt then, we'll call it a draw," Webby pulled back up her shorts and then quickly rolled her shirt all the way up to her neck, completely exposing her grey feathered, soft and slender belly.
"I- I don't," she began to say as she blushed yet again below her blindfolded eyes.
"BEWARE INCOMING RASPBERRY TICKLES! Ppppbbbttttttttthhh!" Webby quickly buried her bill deep into Violet's bare stomach and blew raspberries into it. Yet she didn't even flinch.
"...Heh. That was, anticlimactic," Lena chuckled.
"Have you finished yet?" Violet asked.
"Don't get so cocky prisoner. We'll get you to laugh, it's only a matter of time until we break you."
"Lena," Webby ominously handed her best friend a hairbrush. Or featherbrush, whatever ducks call it. "Show her no mercy. But do it nicely okay? This is friendly tickling after all."
"Whatever you say pink. Vi?"
Violet uncomfortably shifted about in her secure tight bindings.
"...What more could I possibly do to prepare myself for this?"
"Just be sure to tell me if it's ever too much okay?" Lena playfully wiggled her right foot's left toe with a subtle mischievous smile.
"That's the spirit! Submit now to the happy power of tickles!" Webby flipped back around on Violet's stomach and dug her fingers deep into sides. She was determined to make her laugh, no matter how long it took. She would get her to laugh even if it was the last thing she'd do tonight. The real tickling was about to begin...
Webby laughed as she pinned Violet down onto her bed and tickled her underarms while Lena was tactfully handling her feet with the hairbrush. Even though she was tied down and blindfolded, Webby still wanted to keep her from getting loose and away from them at all costs.
Suddenly deciding it was a good idea to try and attack somewhere else, Webby then turned around on her stomach and tickled into her lower hips just barely underneath shorts. Going any lower would be breaking Lena's trust, as she for sure wanted to avoid that.
Webby's ticking technique was fast and careless, while Lena's technique was more random and unpredictable, always making sure to keep her younger sister on her toes and on edge.
The firm plastic bristles brushed hard and fast against her poor sensitive archers in evil little circles, not even giving her a chance to try and adjust to the taunting brush strokes as Lena then quicky changed their direction.
It was the sudden shock and surprise of it all that was getting to her. Not knowing exactly where they they were going to touch and tease her next, or the speed of the seemingly unending tickling was slowly turning her stoic silence into cold sweating horrible dread.
Would Webby and Lena actually stop the exact moment if and when she told them to? Or if they knew how much this was ticlikng her, would they just keep doing it even more, only trying harder and harder to just get her to laugh?
It was the uncertainty of it all that was genuinely scary to her. If she laughed like they obviously wanted her to, would it just be the end of it? What if it wasn't? She just couldn't be sure. It all was ticlikng her ever so much, yet she still didn't laugh. Yet the playful near torturing tickling continued.
Webby didn't cease her ticklish assault on her bare feathered stomach, digging her fingers only deeper and deeper into sides while trying her best to make sure not to hurt her, Violet was her best friend's baby sister after all. She just wanted to make her laugh, and if it was ever was too much, she'd tell them to stop, right?
Lena didn't cease her playful teasing attack on her soles, just sitting there defenseless just begging for more tickles. She repeatedly stroked her left foot up and down up and down with the her brush, sometimes taking her surprise by lightly wiggling her free finger into her other unattended foot and then digging into it to try and make her jump.
There was a bit a cruel undertone to it all, yet Lena and Webby still didn't show signs of stopping any time soon, at least not yet anyway. The simultaneous attack on her midriff and feet tickled her so much. How long had they been tickling her like this? It couldn't have been too long, yet it felt like an eternity to her.
Why were they being so unnecessarily cruel to her? Why were they so insistent on wanting to get her to laugh? Did they have some kind of hidden ulterior motive? Maybe some sick fetish? All of this, just to try and make her laugh? She couldn't be sure, and it was turning her stomach into tight knots. Yet the tickles only continued.
And then it happened. After seven tiresome long minutes of constant tickling, they had finally hit all her ticklish spots. Violet had finally, cracked a smile.
With Webby mercilessly attacking her helpless bare sides with her fingers, and Lena just ever-so lightly stroking her defenseless trembling feet with her brush, she just couldn't hold back her laughter anymore.
They were tickling her so much right now, and this was her limit. Finally letting out a soft chuckle that quickly transitioned into a loud gasping laugh, she began to struggle and pull hard against her ropes.
"Eh heh heh, eh heh heh heh heh ha. BAAAHHH, HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
"...Wait. Is that, laughing I hear? Oooooh, would you like some more tickles?" Webby asked as she picked up her pace and teased her with even faster, more rigorous tickles.
Violet couldn't answer. She was laughing so hard now, her long stored up laughter seemed to escape out of her in endless bursts from her chest as her lungs fought hard to help her breathe from underneath Webby's weight. This was supposed to be fun?
"Lena, I think it's working! We finally broke her! We did it!"
"Wow Webby. She's, actually laughing. I didn't even think it was possible for her..."
"Awww. She's really cute when she laughs," Webby squished her freckled cheeks in her hands while continuing to tickle her by standing up and repeatedly curling her webbed toes into her stomach, giving Lena a unneeded full view of her best friend's rear feathers.
"Her face gets all red too. Let's tickle her harder."
"It is, uh, oddly adorable isn't it?" Lena couldn't help but crack a smile herself. Even though she felt a little bad for her.
"Violet, you've been holding out on us haven't you? She deserves way more tickles for that."
"You say it like we're punishing her or something," Lena mentioned.
"Not punishing her, blessing her! Blessing her with happy tickles!" Webby said as she continued to tickle the poor laughing hummingbird all over her stomach.
"It feels great to have a good laugh, even if we have to directly force it out of her. Just listen to how much fun she's having!"
"GAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AAHHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!" she laughed and squealed helplessly with no escape.
"You're right Webby, this is actually kinda fun..." putting down the brush, Lena crouched back down to Violet's bound feet and began to attack both of her vulnerable soles with her fingertips, causing her to somehow laugh even harder.
"C'mon Vi! Let us hear that sweet laugh of yours!"
"NAAAHOOO OOOH OOOH OOOH NYYAAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
"You were so right Webby, this was a good idea, I never knew Vi was even close to being this ticklish. But don't you think we should go her a quick break or something?"
Lena stopped tickling Violet's tender ticklish feet to ask. They now had been constantly tickling her all over for around twenty minutes, and she wanted to be sure that they weren't pushing her too hard.
"And stop the fun early?" Webby looked up to her best friend, while still not giving Violet even a short moment's rest.
"Of course not! We'll tickle her to the minotaurs come home of we have to! TICKLE ONSLAUGHT, DEEPER!"
The young duck quickly turned around and stuck her finger into her friend's hidden by feathers belly button and continued to tickle her mercilessly, intentionally giving Lena yet another full view of her butt.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!"
"GAAAAHH AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! NOOOOHO HO HO HO HO HO HO HA HA HA! AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!"
Lena stared forward into fluffy white feathers while Violet laughed only louder and louder, desperately squirming and fighting for release in her tight unrelenting bonds.
"How has nobody heard us yet?"
"NYYAAAAH AHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AH HA HA! NOOOO HO HO HO NOOOO AH HA HA HA HA HA!"
"Hey Webby? I'm getting tired of using my fingers and the hairbrush. Have anything else good I could use?"
"I have a few combs and some floss, or you could try licking and love-biting her," Webby replied.
"That'll tickle her for sure..."
"What? Ewwww Webby! There's no way I'm putting her feet anywhere near my face! She walks around barefoot like all the time! That's so gross!"
"Okay, let me try it then," Webby turned and unknowingly sat down on upon Violet's face while still tickling her soft feathered belly.
"N-Nevermind! NEVERMIND! I'll just, use a comb," Lena took the comb from her and gently rubbed it up and down against Violet's defenseless feet.
"And getting even weirder everyday..."
"Uh, Webby?" Lena suddenly stopped tickling her younger sister's bare feet, finally taking notice of something very very off with her.
Violet's loud laughter was now strained and tired as she gasped for air, while her squirming and struggling from underneath Webby's weight had grown concerningly desperate and frantic.
She was laughing so hard without any breaks, she could barely even breathe anymore. Her heart beat even faster inside aching her chest, she desperately needed a break right about now.
But Webby just didn't seem to notice. The louder she laughed and the more she fought, the more she was wanted to tickle her. She was having so much fun making her laugh like this, while Violet was helpless, completely at the mercy of her rough, cleary unwanted tickling. She could barely even laugh normally anymore, much less politely just tell her to stop.
It was all too much for Violet Sabrewing. Tears leaked out from under her blindfold and ran down her cheeks onto Webby's bed. They had pushed her too far, this was in no way supposed to be fun.
"...W-Webby?!"
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle!" Webby dug her fingers deep back into Violet's defenseless uncovered sides.
"Oh my God! Webby STOP!"
"What?"
"Webby! She's panicking! STOP IT!"
"Wait, what so you mean?" She asked innocently.
"LOOK! She's crying! Quick, help me untie her!"
"S-S-STAAAH-AAAAAHHHHAHAHAPPP! P-P-P-PLEASE STOP! IT'S TOO MUCH! LENAAHAHAHAHA P-P-PLEASE MAKE HER STOOOOAAAHH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! AH HA NOOOOO-AHAHAHAHAHAHAAAHHHAAA!"
Webby's heart dropped, suddenly realizing in silent horror at what she had done, she had pushed Violet too far. She had finally gotten her to laugh, but at what cost? Torturing her best friend's nerdy adopted bookish baby sister? It just wasn't worth it.
She felt so guilty all of the sudden. Violet didn't deserve this, but she did. Immediately, she pulled her hands away from her and quickly went to unite her wrists and get off of her stomach. She had finally, stopped tickling her.
"Oh Violet! I- I'm sorry! You were laughing so hard, so I thought you were having fun. Wait, how long have we been tickling her like this?" Webby turned around to ask.
"An hour! We've tickling her for over an hour!" Lena checked the time after she finished untying her sister's ankles from the bedframe.
Webby somehow felt even worse now, she felt like a monster.
"I- I'm really Violet. I only did what I would let you do to me. But I guess that was too much. You didn't, pee yourself did you?" Webby pulled her wet blindfold from off her eyes.
"No. I'm still dry. Close, but still dry," Violet replied after finally catching her breath and calming back down to her usual stoic self. She was still quite a bit embarrassed though.
She didn't like the idea of being trapped with no way to escape whenever she wanted to like being tied up, even if it was in the company of close friends. But for anyone just to see her completely bare stomach and be touched all over, only to end up begging and sobbing helplessly while laughing uncontrollably like a maniac?
It made her sick. She was not proud of herself.
"I- I'm sorry," Webby apologized to her again as she helped her up to poor tingling feet, "I- I'll make it up to you somehow, I promise."
"Thank you, Webbigail," Violet accepted her apology with a slow heavy breath. "Although it did feel quite a bit invigorating, and thrilling. Perhaps we should continue."
"Wait really? You're, actually okay with it? For real?!" Webby asked with quickly growing excitement.
"Yes," she replied and turned to face her big sister.
"Lena, do you think you could conjure up some kind of soundproofing spell around the room with your magic so as to not disturb the others?"
"Well I, guess I could. Heh..." Lena laughed with a slighty prideful smile.
"Webbigail, do you have any bathing suits on hand? Preferably, a simple yet raunchy two-peice?" Violet asked as a dark perceptive smirk began to spread across her curved beak.
"Sure! But Granny doesn't like when I wear it, because it's kinda showy, and a little small for me. But you can try it on if you'd like."
"Splendid! But that won't be necessary, I'm sure it'll fit you just nicely," Violet took up a piece of rope that had once kept her tied tightly onto the bed and jerked back the knot out of it with a sinister smile.
"Wait what?" Webby was clearly confused.
"You're next. Lena, show her no mercy."
"...Whatever you say sis," the two sisters slowly backed Webby into a corner while her eyes grew wide in fearful realization. She didn't like one bit where this was going.
"No hard feelings pink."
"Oh dear..." she whispered with her back pressed firmly up against the wall. She had a funny squirmy feeling that this wasn't going to be very fun.