...who's the most ticklish kitty of all?

In the spirit of Halloween, time for some ghostly tickles~ And why not pick the big, charr paws for that occasion.

Also got a short story for the pics background, hope you folks enjoy ^^
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It was supposed to be a quiet Halloween night for them. A night of relax, stuffing themselves with candies they had gathered, parading as princess and a dragon, yet their idea of a quiet spot proved to be wrong. City ruins of Ascalon always had that eerie quiet atmosphere, nearly tranquil even, one that Nivra always enjoyed. After she convinced Cass to spend a night there, they both went into the ruins of one of the great halls. Nobody knew they were there, so no charr could find them and come up with any ideas like late night guard duty in the Citadel. In the end, that would completely ruin the night for them, so both did not hesitate to avoid it.

"Think we'll see the ghosts?" asked Cass, with a smirk, as they walked through the ruins
"Oh of course, and they will take me to their throneroom as a princess, eh?" remarked Nivra, with a loud melodic giggle. She heard of ghosts sightings, but just passed them off as rumors of fresh recruits.

They got close to the hall, deep into the ruins. As Nivra opened the large wooden doors, dusty and corroded, she felt a strange sensation, like someone brushing past her. She shrugged it ot as imagination, the atmosphere must have been playing on her perception. As both charrs found themselves inside the hall, doors slammed behind them, and room filled with mists. Both suddenly got lifted into air, grabbed by something akin of a bluish, glowing wisps. In shock, they could not even fight, only yelp and scream, as their bodies got tightly held and immobile, Glowing energy then proceeded to rip Nivras skirt off her, due to audible protests, then her red sandals were taken off aswell. Now, barepaw and almost stripped naked, with just a strips of her skirt, Nivra got pulled forward, sat on the old bench, near her sandals and fake crown, then her legs and hands were shackled, situated in front of a mirror, so she could clearly see herself and her friend behind, watching in shock. Then came the "worst" part, as behind her, multiple glowing feathers appeared. Her eyes widen in shock as she shook her head. She begun to panic.

"Oh nononoNONONO! Not that! ANYTHING BUT THAT!" She screamed, but any protests she had went to an empty old walls of the hall, though those protests quickly turned to giggles as each feather begun to swipe up and down her exposed body.

As more feathers came, she shook and laughed more, by the time her soles got feathered, she cried of laughter, screaming her lungs off, as she was tickled relentlessly. As her soles and toes got attacked, Nivra screamed with laughter, squealing from time to time as her entire body trembled, and shackles creaked from her vigorous struggle. Her feet wiggled from side to side, desperately trying to escape the tickling, yet feathers followed relentlessly, giving her no mercy, nor break from the ticklish torment. She could see herself in the mirror, seeing every spot the feathers brushed and teased. Her melodic laughter and squeals completely filled the hall, as she could barely stand it, yet deep inside, she loved every.single.minute of the torture. If she could, she would purr in pure delight. At least she could see her friend, being slowly undressed, knowing that soon, she will see her tickled aswell.

Meanwhile Cass watched the sight in pure horror, knowing they are in big trouble. Nobody knew where they are, and no matter what, only some scouts might find them, but due to Halloween, all scouting parties were put on leave for a week. She could only hope at least some patrols might come up nearby and hear them. Then, her face froze in fear, as she felt her own clothes being taken off, slowly, as if whatever held them knew, that anticipation works as an bonus torment. She looked at Nivra, and gulped loudly. Being larger than she, her body could fit more feathers, and she knew that she wont stand even a single minute of paw tickling. Not that she could do anything about it, as she watched helplessly. Her own set of shackles was slowly carried by Nivras side. She was nearly naked already, and her own ticklish hell would soon begin.

It was going to be a loooong night.

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Nivra belongs to  Nivrax
Cass belongs to me