Kyle's First Date by TBA

She was the most beautiful dragon he'd ever seen, and she had actually happily accepted Kyle's invitation for a dinner date! Kyle sighed as he soaked in the warm bath he'd drawn for himself. He'd never been out on a date before, and hadn't ever really thought about it either. Being sheltered by his two siblings most of his life didn't help much either; he never had the chance to meet someone he could call a girlfriend. Even so, how did he get himself into this?

Kyle thought back to yesterday afternoon. He and two other college classmates, a bobcat and a panda he'd met in his Chemistry class, were walking towards the Student Union when she walked past. The dragon was accompanied by three female dragons, which Kyle assumed were friends of hers, who were chatting about something he wasn't able to hear, when she noticed him looking at her. Kyle couldn't turn his eyes away; she was a very beautiful dragon. This was noticed by one of his classmates.

“Hey man, go ask her out,” the bobcat had said, “I don’t think she’s seeing anybody.”

“Yeah, go on,” the panda had chimed in, “Do it.” Kyle had taken another look back, turned, and started walking towards her, catching up with her.

“Hi there,” He’d said all calmly.

“Why, hello there, cutie.”

“Say, would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?” Kyle had said, being as macho as he could.

Kyle signed and shook his head, sinking deeper into the bath water. That’s not exactly the way it had happened.

“Hey man, go ask her out,” the bobcat had said, “Word is she just dumped her last boyfriend a week ago.”

“How do you know that?” Kyle asked.

“Saw her in the Student Union Cafeteria, couple other guys I was with mentioned it.”

“Yeah, go on,” the panda had chimed in, “Do it.”

“What are you two, nuts? She’d never go out with me,” Kyle had said. He just dismissed the notion of asking her out, when he felt someone tapping his shoulder. Kyle looked behind him and blinked. She was standing right in front of him.

“Hi there, cutie,” she said, smiling warmly at him. Kyle couldn’t quite remember if he breathed for the next five minutes, but he could have sworn his heart had stopped beating. He had attempted to greet her, but he also had suddenly forgotten how to make sound come from his vocal cords. She was almost as tall as he was, same color scheme as him (green scales with a yellowish color on the front part of her torso and the palms of her hands), and the most beautiful green eyes he’d ever seen. She had chuckled at him, “I’ve seen you before. So, what’s your name?”

“K-K-Kyle.”

She’d smiled “Well, Kyle, I’m not doing anything Friday night, you wanna go out to dinner with me?” It had taken Kyle a few moments to find his voice again.

“Sure!” he’d blurted out. She laughed at him again, and scribbled something down of a piece of paper.

“Great!” she’d said, handing him the paper. It was her address! “Eight o’clock - don’t be late big guy.” She turned to walk away.

“Wait,” he had called out, “What’s your name?”

She turned to face him as she walked backwards, “Liz,” she had called back at him, smiling again, and turning away, rejoining her group again who were all madly chattering amongst themselves about the recent development. The bobcat and panda he was with both whistled on cue, patting him on the back, admiring his luck.

“Kyle, the lady’s dragon,” the panda said, poking his elbow into Kyle’s ribs. Kyle only blushed a little, mumbling something about being hungry and headed towards the Student Union Cafeteria, his two companions teasing him along the way.

Kyle sighed once again as he scrubbed the day’s grime from his scales with a brush. He paid special attention to get at every part of his body with the scrub brush, all but his feet. Kyle never used the rough brush on those soles he strove to keep soft and cute. He reached for a special, soft-bristled brush especially for his feet, which he used every day. He chuckled at the tickly feel of the soft, horsehair like bristles ran up and down the soles of his feet. It was about then when his alarm clock went off, telling him it was time to get out of the bath. Kyle was thankful he’d brought the thing into the bathroom since he always lost track of time while he soaked. He unplugged the bathtub, forced himself to leave the comfortable position he was in and got out of the tub, flipping off the alarm clock on the bathroom counter. He dried himself off with a towel carefully, as he had a bad habit of tearing those weak towels to shreds with his claws. Kyle would normally just let himself air dry, but again, this night wasn’t going to be just another Friday night alone at home. He threw on his bathrobe, which was specially made for a dragon (the top back portion being cut out to allow for his wings).

Kyle made his way into his living room and sat on the couch, with a bottle of lotion in his hand. He dumped a little bit into his hand, and then started rubbing it into one of his soles. The lotion was a special concoction he’d ordered many times out of a magic catalog, perfect for keeping feet healthy, cute, and soft. He had to order it from a catalog because he couldn’t bear buying it from a store; he was embarrassed enough about the attention he gave to his own feet to the point where he hadn’t even told any of his friends.

After Kyle had finished rubbing the lotion into his feet, he put his self-created socks on. He was particularly proud of these socks, since they were not only very comfortable, but the magic he’d put on them made the material strong enough not to tear from his toe claws. He then put on a pair of shorts since it was quite the warn autumn’s evening, and buckled on his dress boots, which were also nice and padded on the insides, giving maximum comfort to his feet. Kyle finished off by using the normal deodorant and cologne, grabbed the paper Liz had wrote her address on and walked out his front door. He read the address a few times, finally remembering where the street she lived on was, spread his wings, and flew off into the cool, evening sky.

Kyle landed on her doorstep. Liz’s house was little harder to find than he figured it would be; it was the closest house to the dead end of the road with the next closest house longer than one hundred yards away. The house didn’t look all that big from the outside: one story, small family size. It also had a small chimney sticking out of the roof, white panels covering the sides, and a big, decretive window in the front. Kyle stood there, wondering if her should really go through with this date thing…he didn’t know what to do, what to say, where they were going, how to act, or anything! What the heck was he doing here? And why was his hand knocking on the door? He didn’t remember telling it to do that. It was too late for him to back out now; Liz had opened to door and was greeting him, smiling deeply and warmly at him again.

“Hi, Kyle. Glad you made it, and early even!” she laughed and closed the door behind her, locking it shut. “So, where are we going tonight?”

“I have no idea,” was what Kyle’s mind told him to say. “Well, I thought we’d just fly around until we found some place you’d like to go to,” was what Kyle had actually said. “You’re better at this than you thought,” he then thought to himself.

“Ooo, spontaneous, I like that.” Liz said as the two dragons leapt into the air, flying off towards the city.

The dragons found a quaint, little restaurant on top of a hillside, with tables outside to admire the late summer’s night sky. They entered, and were seated out on the balcony overlooking the city below. There weren’t too many patrons there when the two arrived, but Kyle was guessing before they left it’d be packed. The leopard who was their waiter gave them each menus and a glass of water, bowed, and left the two the think about what they wanted. Liz opened the menu and almost gasped out loud. Kyle looked at her curiously.

“Kyle, look at the prices here! I don’t have that much money,” she said worriedly, making their waiter who was in earshot turn in concern. Kyle had never been here himself, so he hadn’t known of the expenses beforehand either, but he’d always come prepared.

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” he said, making Liz looked up at him confused, “I can handle it.” Liz only blinked a few times, “No really, I’ll take care of it,” Kyle said firmly. Liz, still in a little bit of a shock, smiled and went back to looking over the menu. Kyle only chuckled to himself; he easily had enough money to buy the entire place, he followed his primitive dragon instincts to hoard gold, and he’d gathered quite a collection if he didn’t say so himself. It was mostly the reward of traveling between dimensions the few times he had. The waiter returned to the table, asking if the pair was ready to order. They had both ordered steaks; Kyle’s being a couple ounces bigger than Liz’s, with sodas to drink. The waiter went off with the order.

“Well, so what are you taking at college?” Kyle asked.

“Oh, well, I’m political science major, and sophomore. How about yourself?”

“Well, it’s my first semester at the university. I’m majoring in…Mag A.”

“Mag A.?” Liz asked puzzled, “I haven’t really heard much about that. What is it?” Kyle paused. His major wasn’t the most popular, being that there were many groups out there that didn’t want universities to offer it, especially to a young dragon. Mag A. was what was on his official college transcript.

“It’s the Magical Arts.”

“Oh really? Wow, that’s cool!” Liz exclaimed. “I wasn’t really ever good at the stuff. Mother tried to get me into it, but I never could get the hang of it.” This was probably true. Kyle had been told that most of the newer generations of dragon weren’t as magically inclined as their ancestors had been. The need and want for many dragon mages just kind of faded away within today’s society and culture. “So, what discipline of magic are you into?”

“Umm, uh, general,” Kyle stammered out, “I’m not really sure what I’m going to get into yet. Still deciding.” Liz simply nodded her head. After a little wait, the waiter brought them their food.

The two dragons had a splendid meal while chatting about anything either of them could come up with. After they had finished, Kyle left a tip for the waiter, and walked up to the register with their check. He then plunked two golden coins onto the counter, giving the cashier a small shock. Kyle was concerned that they wouldn’t take gold coins, but the cashier quickly dismissed that idea, saying he just hadn’t ever seen coins like that up close before. Liz and Kyle left the restaurant, leaping into the air and flying towards Liz’s home.

“Well, Kyle, I had a wonderful time tonight,” Liz said as they landed in front of her house, giving Kyle a quick hug, “Thank you.” Kyle only blushed a little, not really knowing what to say. “Hey, would you like to come in for awhile? It’s only ten o’clock.”

“Inside? Umm, I-I-I don’t know. I mean…uhh.” Kyle said.

Liz chuckled and grabbed his wrist, pulling him along as she walk to her front door, “Oh don’t be silly! I don’t want sex, just your company.” Kyle smiled, relaxing a little. The first thing Kyle noticed about the inside of her house was the absences of most colors. All the walls were a plaster white color, the carpet was a plush creamy white, all of the furniture in the main room was a fuzzy tan, and there was a wooden table with a white, ceramic-based lamp sitting on it. Thinking about it for a moment, Kyle thought the place looked really nice, only the TV against the far wall looked a little out of place, being the only dark colored object in the room.

Liz invited him to sit down on the couch while she sat on the opposite side. Kyle accepted, tentatively sitting down, not really looking at her. Liz only laughed, stood up, walked behind Kyle, and started rubbing his shoulders. “Oh you really need to relax, Kyle. Haven’t you ever gone out with a lady before?” Kyle only shook his head. “No? Really? A big cutie like you hasn’t ever gone out before?” Liz laughed a bit, making Kyle blush, than chuckle a little himself. Kyle almost felt like he was melting as Liz rubbed his neck and shoulders, and he sank into the couch cushion. “Hmm, I think I know something that can get you to relax.” Liz said walking into another room, coming back with six metallic black, wide rings.

“What are those?”

“Meditation rings. You’ll see,” Liz said, smiling wide again. She gave them to him, instruction Kyle to snap two of them around his wrists, two around his ankles above his boots, and the final two right above his knees. They all clipped on tightly, but comfortably Kyle noted as Liz led him into another room. She sat him against a white, cushioned, rectangular pillar that extended the full depth of the room; and he also noticed that he was sitting on a blue colored square. Liz explained to Kyle that this was her meditation device, which had helped her meditate when she first started. She never used it anymore, but she really couldn’t get rid of it since it had been built into her house. She instructed Kyle to cross his legs, matching the rings on his ankles to the ones above his knees. He did so by placing his feet under his knees, not being flexible enough to put them on top of his knees comfortably. Liz grabbed Kyle’s wrists, raising them above his head, helping him stretch out a bit.

“Is this really going to help me meditate?” Kyle asked quietly.

“Well, actually…no.” Liz answered, flipping a little switch on the floor off to the side of the pillar. The blue panel on the floor lit up with an eerie bluish hue, not overpowering the light in the room, but enough to be slightly noticed. Kyle yipped in surprise, realizing he couldn’t move his legs or his arms. He looked up to see a duplicate blue panel on the pillar, with his wrists stuck to it. Kyle whimpered, looking at Liz in confusion and panic, but Liz kneeled beside him, whispering into his ear. “Shhhh, it’s okay. Calm down. Shhh,” Liz said patting Kyle’s head. “I must apologize for I normally don’t do this to my dates the first time, but half way through our meal I convinced myself I couldn’t wait that long with you.”

“S-s-show me what?” Kyle said after fighting for his voice.

Liz chuckled, “One of my, little quirks. I figure if a man really wants to be my boyfriend he’ll have to put up with it too.” She pointed a claw at Kyle’s underarm, moving the claw closer to it. “I…like…to…tickle!” she said lightly scratching Kyle’s underarm with her claw. Kyle yipped and started shifting about, not able to escape. Liz quickly added one claw after another until her whole hand was tickling his underarm.

“Nohoho! Liz! What are you dohohoning!?!” Kyle yelped as Liz started slowly dancing her claws in his underarm.

“I told you already, silly,” Liz said chuckling to herself, starting to lightly rake her claws down his side, still only using one hand. Kyle’s desperate attempts to keep from letting his giggles past his lips were only laughed at by his tormentor. “Oh, Kyle, don’t even pretend you’re not ticklish; and stop struggling so hard. Those magnetic bonds aren’t going to give, and you’ll only end up hurting yourself.” Liz said in a cheerful tone. Kyle only panicked, struggling in the bonds more as Liz reached over to his other underarm with her other hand, now tickling both underarms. Kyle giggled helplessly, desperately tugging at his arms, twisting his torso as much as he could to escape Liz’s expert tickling claws, “Poor Kyle,” Liz sang out in a taunting tone, slowly tickling both of his sides, making Kyle giggle louder and squirm about in his bonds. Liz moved her claws in towards his ribs, starting to knead them as Kyle helplessly giggled and wiggled about. “I’ve always loved tickling other dragons. How they giggle helplessly under my claws, how they squirm all about with no hope of escaping. It’s so fun!” Liz smiled as she tickled Kyle’s tummy, running her claws all around it.

Kyle helplessly struggled in his bonds, wondering once again how the heck he got himself into this whole date thing in the first place, and why did it have to be with a evil tickler? Liz grinned evilly as she started lightly tickling at Kyle’s hips, making him almost squeak loudly, and giggle madly.

“Uh oh,” Liz cooned, “I think I hit a sweet spot, didn’t I?” she asked, starting to knead Kyle’s hips. Kyle only yelped in agreement, as his squirming about rapidly increased. He started squealing with laughter as her kneading intensified, sending shivers all through his body at the same time. Liz stopped after a little bit and stood up, looking down at an out of breath dragon. She sat back down at Kyle’s side, producing a few whimpers from him, but Liz only put her finger on his muzzle. “Shhh, now now. Don’t do that.” She smiled as she started slowly rubbing his tummy.

“W-w-what are you doing?” Kyle managed to ask. Liz only grinned as she kept massaging his tummy. Kyle’s muscles all realized, he felt strangely comfortable and smiled deeply. He felt a light tingling shoot through his nerves, as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Liz let Kyle rest for a bit before she turned off the magnets, and took off the metal rings. She picked up Kyle and flung him over her shoulder, thinking he was much lighter than some of her other dates. She carried him down the hallway to a door that lead to her basement. Liz grinned and chuckled to herself as she flipped on the light switch and carried the sleeping dragon down the stairs. Her basement was well-kept, carpeted floor, no musty smell, a TV on a table over in the corner with a couch facing the TV, a refrigerator against the wall near the TV, and her hidden world of tickly bondage complete with: stocks, tables and special chairs with manacles, a torture rack, and many chains hanging from the ceiling. All of this only filled two-thirds of her basement as well, the rest of it was empty and waiting for the new bondage equipment Liz wanted to get once she had gathered up enough money. Liz sat Kyle down in a red padded chair, locking his wrists in the two manacles on the armrests. In front of the chair was a small platform that rose just about to Kyle’s neck now that he was sitting, also with two manacles bolted to it. Liz lifted up Kyle’s ankles and locked them onto the platform, making his feet about head level. Liz pulled a small table stand and set it next to Kyle’s feet, then she grabbed what resembled a toolkit that had been sitting on the sofa and set it on the stand. Finally she pulled up a chair and placed its back facing Kyle, sitting on it backwards so she was looking directly at Kyle’s boots.

Liz started thinking if she really wanted to go through with this. After all, Kyle had said he was studying magic, and the last thing she wanted to do was anger someone who could do horrible things to her with magic. She dismissed the thought, remembering he also said he was just a freshman. She then found herself wondering what his feet looked like, and thought maybe she should take his boot off now to see for herself, but that would eliminate the horror and anticipation of the tickling Kyle would go through as she slowly removed the boots.

Kyle started to stir a little, wondering what had happened. For a moment, Kyle thought he was still in his bathtub and dreamt the whole ordeal up. Kyle gasped as he’d actually convinced himself of this, and tried to jump up thinking he’d be late for their date. When his limbs wouldn’t move, Kyle finally opened his eyes, seeing Liz at his feet. He frantically started looking about to see what else was in the room, guessing he was in the basement as he saw the stairwell leading upwards.

“Liz!” Kyle said, panicking, “What are you doing? I mean…the first time, that was…but this is…how did…oh boy.” He stuttered.

Liz smiled warmly at him, walking to his side, “How did I get all of this…stuff you ask? Well, when I get enough money together you’d be amazed at what I can get outta catalogs, the Internet, and even area stores. As I said before, every one of my dates ends up down here at some point, you’re just the first one I’ve ever brought down here on the first date.”

“Oh I’m so lucky,” Kyle whimpered. Liz only chuckled quietly as she walked back to his feet, sat on the chair, and started unlacing his boots. “N-n-n-now wait a second! Don’t do that! Leave those alone.”

Liz’s eyes perked up, “Don’t do what? Take off these boot and tickle you’re biiiiiiiig feet?” she said tauntingly, making Kyle whimper again and shift uncomfortably. “Aww, what’s the matter? Kyle afraid of a little foot tickling?” She only smiled again, grabbing his boots, “Uh oh, Kyleeeee’s-” she quickly removed his boots to reveal the special socks he wore, “BARE…foot?” Liz blankly stared at the socks for a few moments, completely shocked that not only was Kyle wearing them, but also his toes claws had not cut through them already. “Kyyyle?” she sang out, “What’re these?”

Kyle only whimpered and gulped, “M-my socks,” he said, curling his toes a little.

“And why are you wearing them?”

“Umm…no reason,” Kyle said nervously. “I used magic on them, making the fabric very strong while not taking away any of the comfort,” he said proudly, trying to regain his composure. Liz just stared back at Kyle, resting her arms of the back of the chair and her head on top of her arms with a smug, little grin on her face, thinking of something.

“Does Kyle like taking care of his feet?” she asked innocently. Kyle only stuttered out some unintelligible response, “Awww, I’ll bet he does. This should be fun!” Liz grabbed at both socks, tugging only enough to get some of the fabric to rub between her fingers. “Oooo! I like these,” she said as she slowly slid them off. Kyle could only whimper as Liz removes both of his socks, letting them drop to the ground. Liz kept her eyes on Kyle’s now bare feet, easily being able to tell the great care he took of them, “My goodness! You really do take care of them,” she said teasingly as she reached for a feather. Kyle blushed and curled his toes in embarrassment and worry; not only were his feet sensitive from the lotion he’d earlier applied to them, but also because of the boots he had been wearing all night! Kyle, now panicking started pleading with Liz, but nothing he said stopped her from touching the tip of the feather to his sole and slowly drag it up and down the sensitive skin. Kyle started giggling quickly as he tried to wiggle his foot away, only to find the bonds holding his ankles didn’t allow for near any movement. Liz remarked that the helpless dragon was cute when he giggled like that as she moved the feather to his arch, randomly switching between feet. Kyle tried wiggling his toes to ease the tickly sensations, but his actions were in vain as Liz started tormenting the sole of the other foot, moving upwards to the ball of the foot as well. Liz was a little perplexed however; though Kyle was giggling madly, he wasn’t begging her to stop anymore, and she didn’t like that! Liz figured that just one feather wasn’t really enough, so she grabbed another one and started sawing them between his toes.

“NOHEHOEHEHEHEK!!!” was the shriek that came from Kyle. Liz smiled again: THAT’S what she wanted to hear. Kyle tried to grip the feathers with his toes, but Liz was too skilled to allow that to happen, and she feathered the space right beneath his toes. Liz never missed an opportunity to drag those feathers between Kyle’s wiggly toes as she randomly went from the toes to the soles and back again. Liz soon after dropped the feathers and started using her hand claws on the delicate soles of Kyle. Kyle squealed with giggles, struggling about in the bonds that held him. Liz stopped tormenting his feet and walked over to Kyle’s side, starting to tickle his ribs and hips again. Kyle yelped in laughter, trying to force his arms down only to be denied the ability by the arms of the chair. Liz slowed her pace down to a light tickle, then starting to rub his heaving tummy again. Kyle whimpered, quickly falling into a light sleep for the second time.

Liz looked about her basement. What was she going to do with Kyle now? She was starting to wish she could afford more/better equipment for her basement. Even a better TV would be nice, and she was getting quite bored of using the same bonds all the time, and she really needed a set of stocks down there. What’s a tickle dungeon without stocks? Her frustration almost made her forget the sleeping, ticklish dragon that sat behind her. She unlocked the bonds and draped him over her shoulder again, thinking if she should just stop tickling him and take him upstairs to her living room. Liz was actually heading for the door to the upstairs until she saw the rack in the corner of her eye. She tried to pretend she didn’t want to see Kyle squirming about in ticklish agony in it, but that image was too overpowering as Liz made a quick beeline for it. The rack itself was level, with bonds to hold a victim’s arms straight above his head and legs straight below his waist. Liz quickly locked Kyle up into it, dragging the chair, the table stand, and her “toolkit” over next to him. Liz leaned over to Kyle’s ear, quietly singing out his name to wake him.

Kyle’s mind raced from the dream world to reality, and he shook his head to regain his bearings, his feet still tingling lightly. He tried to move, once again finding himself unable to. “Liiiiz!” Kyle whined, “Lemme go!”

Liz chuckled at the cuteness of Kyle’s plea, “Oh hush. Just a little more and we’ll be done.” Liz’s response really didn’t reassure Kyle’s mind, especially as she lowered his claws to his sides, using them to draw little circles in his underarms. Kyle yipped and tried desperately to pull his arms down instinctively, hoping maybe the rack wasn’t as strong as he thought it was. Liz didn’t stop her tormenting claws as she kept wiggling them all about in his underarms, watching Kyle’s struggling with delight. She slowly worked her claws down his sides, stopping to torment his ribs as well. Kyle started into bursts of loud giggles and laughter, wiggling his torso about. She stayed with his ribs for a little bit, tickling each one separately, kneading them masterfully. Kyle arched his back as much as he could at times as he tried desperately to escape, giggling wildly, and laughing loudly all the while.

Liz was grinning evilly and darted her claws directly towards Kyle’s hips, kneading them as well. Kyle practically screamed with laughter on impact, his body reacting almost violently as his muscles tightened up in one last burst of strength to escape before he just quit struggling and kept laughing wildly. Liz stopped for a second, standing up and walking towards the ‘fridge, getting a bottle of water and bringing it back to an out of breath Kyle Dragon. She held Kyle’s head up, slowly feeding him the cool, refreshing, store-bought water. Kyle drank the whole thing down, his throat feeling better. Liz got up to throw the bottle away.

As she sat back down, Kyle looked up at her and pouted, “Liz…this really isn’t helping me relax,” Liz only laughed at the remark.

“Wow, a sense of humor, even when he knows I’m just going right back…to…those…hips!” Liz stated as she started kneading his hips yet again, sending Kyle right back in to the squealing laughter again. Liz’s hands jumped all about his torso, from his hips to his tummy to his ribs etc. She then started randomly placing her tickling hands everywhere about his torso, always leaving one on a hip, making Kyle laugh more helplessly than before.

She soon stopped again, rubbing Kyle’s tummy to put him into yet another light slumber.

“Well…” Liz asked to herself, “now what?” Liz strongly believed she should stop now, seeing as it was going on eleven o’clock. She was still surprised how fast she had gotten Kyle down to her basement. Normally it took two dinners to get a date into her house, and a third to get him into a tickly situation. A rare occasion was having the opportunity of tickling a date on the second time out, but Kyle…he was too cute to let go that easily! She unlocked Kyle and carefully put him over her shoulder, walking towards the door to the upstairs again. She started thinking about his feet and how cute they were, really wanting to get her claws on them again.

The more she thought about it, the less she paid attention to where her body was going, as she ended up closer to a table covered with leather straps rather than the door. Part of her wanted to strap him to it and torment those feet just a little more, but the reasonable part of her mind told her that Kyle had been through enough. Since the last time she listened to the reasonable part of her mind was too long ago to remember, this internal argument didn’t last too long as she set Kyle on the padded table and fastened the straps tightly around his body. The straps pinned his arms to his sides, his legs together, and his ankles together and allowed very little wiggle room. Liz dragged the chair, stand, and tickly toolkit over to the table, saying to herself, “This is Kyle’s fault…if his feet weren’t so darn cute I wouldn’t need to tickle them again!” Liz chuckled; blaming Kyle for her love of tickling was just so ridiculously funny.

Kyle woke up, realizing he couldn’t move once again. What had he gotten himself into now? He opened his eyes to see Liz staring right back at him, that evil little grin on her face again. She put a hand on his head, slowly patting it.

“I know I said ‘just a little more and we’ll be done,’ but I wanna tickle those cute feet of yours again,” Liz told him, making Kyle blush a little. Liz walked over to his feet, sitting on the chair right in front of them. Kyle curled his toes up in anticipation, and his feet wiggled about. Liz thought for a moment, grabbed a small, silk piece of rope and tied his two big toes together.

Kyle tried to complain, but Liz wasn’t listening. Instead, Liz started dancing his claws about his soles, making Kyle start giggling madly. His feet were already sensitized from the tickling they had received earlier, and add that to the magical lotion he’d put on them and the padding that covered them during the whole date, Kyle wasn’t sure if he could take much more of this! Liz went right back to his toes, poking and tickling right under them. Kyle wiggled his toes, trying to keep Liz away from them, but his feet being unable to wiggle freely didn’t help much, and only made him squeal with giggles and laughter more.

Liz stopped to look through her tickly kit, pulling out a brush made of fine horsehair, applying it to his soles immediately. Kyle yelped with giggles, struggling about in his bonds, praying his dragon strength could break the straps. She moved the brush to his heels, getting a series of cute giggles and laughter from the dragon. Liz then brushed the arches of his feet; Kyle squealing with laughter all the while. He was still struggling, but it was more instincts now; his ribs were starting to ache, he was becoming hot from all struggling about, and his voice was starting to go. Liz, still playing the evil tormentor, moved the brush to his toes, brushing right under them. Kyle screamed with laughter, his body bucking about in his bonds. Liz giggled to herself at the sound, keeping the brush under Kyle’s toes a while longer. Kyle started laughing more silently, not struggling anymore due to fatigue. Liz finally stopped, walking over to Kyle’s head, rubbing it again.

“You okay?” she asked innocently. Kyle’s answer wasn’t quite intelligible, but Liz thought she saw Kyle nodding. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, being tired from the tortuous night. Liz took off the straps and carried Kyle upstairs, returning downstairs quickly to grab his boots and socks.

Kyle woke up lying on his back again. He kept his eyes closed and tried not to move, thinking he could rest longer if Liz didn’t know he was awake. He didn’t know how long he laid there, but suddenly something started licking his face. Kyle quickly opened his eyes, seeing one of his pet kittens, Lynx, staring back at him. Confused, Kyle sat up; surprised he hadn’t been tied down again, feeling stiffness in all of his joints when he moved them. He wasn’t in Liz’s basement; he was…sitting on his couch at home? How did he get there? Kyle glanced at the clock on the wall. One o’clock. How long had he been at Liz’s house? Kyle shook his head to straighten his thought process, grabbing Lynx and cuddling with him.

“Aww, my poor little kitty,” Kyle said, still with a scratchy voice, “You three hungry, or are you the only one awake?” Lynx meowed, and wiggled away from Kyle, darting off. “What’s wrong with him?” Kyle asked himself. Lynx returned only a few seconds later, a folded up piece of paper in his mouth. The cat dropped it on Kyle’s lap, then took off towards his favorite sleeping place. Kyle grabbed the paper and unfolded it.

Dear Kyle,

I had a lovely time tonight; I hope you enjoyed yourself as well, at least the dinner anyway. That was a very nice place we went to, and thank you for taking my there. You’re probably wondering how I got you home. I looked through your belt pouch (sorry!) and found your Dragon ID card and your door key. I pray you get this note, as I trusted your cat to give it to you. The little thing seemed concerned about you until I told him what happened. I think he understood me because he seemed to smile. I hope you’re not too angry with me for tickling you so much. I couldn’t help myself I’m afraid, you’re far too cute when you’re being tickled! Please call me, I would like to talk to you again, but if you don’t want to I’d understand.

Your tickler,

Liz

Kyle sat on his couch, soaking in the events of the night. He looked over the note again, noticing Liz’s phone number at the bottom. He struggled to stand up, slowly walked into the kitchen, grabbed a magnet and posted the note on the fridge so he wouldn’t forget about it. He then turned out all the lights, practically crawled into his bed, and fell asleep, smiling all the while.