Miku’s Birthday Tickles (F/FF - FF/F)

“Everything about ready?” Luka asked. She entered into a pristine bedroom, carefully closing the door behind her. She spoke with a loud whisper, averting her voice from the door as much as possible. IA sat on the edge of a plush teal bed, bouncing up and down.

“I think so,” IA said. She looked through Luka’s duffel bag sitting next to her. IA pulled out several tools that Luka had assembled for the occasion. Luka glanced briefly around the bedroom, Miku’s personal bedroom that they had commandeered for the evening. “Is she out there?”

“Yeah, I told her to wait outside,” Luka said. “She’s probably listening. She did try to push past me to get in here.” Luka’s voice rose with her teasing jab. A knock rocked against the door.

“It’s my bedroom!” Miku’s muffled voice shouted from the other side.

“It’s a surprise, dummy,” Luka shouted back. “Don’t come in until we say so!” IA giggled. She observed all that Luka had brought with her for Miku’s birthday treat.

“Doesn’t she already know what we’re doing?” IA asked.

“I mean, yeah, but we can set it up without her,” Luka said.

“I hope she appreciates this,” IA said. Luka smirked and lowered her voice again.

“Like you’re not looking forward to it too,” Luka said. IA gave her a slight smirk looking up. Luka smiled and peered around the room again. “You think this will be enough?” Pastel pink hair cascaded down her back. She examined the items that IA had pulled out of the bag. Three pairs of fuzzy handcuffs sat next to two deep violet feathers.

“I think so,” IA said. Her oceanic eyes sparkled alongside shimmering sunflower locks. She stood at a diminutive stature compared to Luka’s more mature frame, but IA carried herself with a confidence years beyond her own. Luka stood back with her hands on her hips, peering down at the tools with an itching interest.

“Cuffs, feathers, all the things that she requested,” Luka said. She picked up one of the feathers and brushed it along her fingertips. Even there, the delicate fibers seemed to prove quite effective, leaving behind streaks of tickles where she touched. Luka smiled. She imagined how the small, purple plumes would feel against her more sensitive areas. An eager grin rested across her lips. IA sat on the bed. She bounced up and down a little, swinging her feet just off of the floor.

“Oh yeah, and…” IA said, perking up a bit. She reached into the bag and pulled out the sign that she had made. It was a simple white poster board square that read ‘Happy Birthday Miku’ written in red marker.

“Right, I almost forgot,” Luka said. IA smiled.

“Almost ready?” IA asked. She bounced up to a stand and brushed out her hair. IA reached up and began loosening her top. She let it fall to the floor, followed shortly after by her skirt. When Luka looked up, IA was sitting on the bed again, slipping off her boots and stockings. Luka blushed.

“Right, that was what she asked for, wasn’t it,” Luka muttered with a gentle blush.

“Can’t back out now,” IA said with a smirk. She straightened out her legs and wiggled her bare toes. “Like you’re not looking forward to it too.” Luka chuckled with a silenced grin. She brought the tools she had assembled closer to the foot of the bed, the two feathers and three pairs of fuzzy cuffs, with the sign. IA stood and started slipping out of her normal clothes. She kicked the outfit she had removed, balled up at her ankles, off to the side. All that remained covering her was a matching pink and white lingerie set, complete with bra, panties, and a garter.  She kept her choker on and brushed out her hair yet again.

“You didn’t forget, I see,” Luka said, glancing over her friend. IA smiled.

“This was in the plan, wasn’t it?” IA asked. “What do you think?” IA spun, showing off the brand new lingerie set she had bought for the occasion.

“Cute,” Luka said. “It suits you.”

“You didn’t forget yours, did you?” IA sat back down onto the bed, indulging in the plush bounce of the matress.

“Of course not,” Luka upturned her nose, her cheeks nearing the same shade as her spring flower tresses.

“Then let’s see,” IA said. She grinned and crossed her arms. “Don’t keep the birthday girl waiting.”

Luka smiled and huffed slightly. She fanned out her hair between her fingers. She wore an eager grin as she detached the black and gold top in the front. She held it and folded it neatly before setting it down on the bed. Her chest rose high, accented by a dark purple bra of fine lace. Luka loosened her belt and caught her long, flowing skirt, folding and setting it to the side as well. She removed all of her other accessories until she was only in her boots, stockings, and own matching set of lingerie, complete with a lace garter. She sat down on the bed and removed the boots and stockings, compiling all of her clothes and setting them off to the side.

“Can I come in now?” Miku called out from behind the door.

“In a minute,” IA yelled back. She hopped up from the bed, looking up to Luka. “We still doing what we talked about?”

“I think so,” Luka said. “She’ll get a kick out of it.”

With both having dressed down, the girls found themselves at the foot of the bed. The bed was plush and cushy with a metal frame. The foot board was of an ornate design, accentuated by a small pink flower cast in the center. Luka gathered the feathers, cuffs, and the sign and knelt down on the floor in front of it. Luka sat on the floor and positioned herself on the right side of the bed, facing the center of the room. She motioned for IA to take the spot next to her, the bed wide enough to accompany the width of both side by side. IA sat, pressing her back against the frame and wiggling her little butt for comfort.

“You think she’ll like this?” IA asked.

“I’m sure she’s going to love this,” Luka said. “You know how much she likes to tickle.” IA giggled. Luka picked up one of the pairs of fuzzy cuffs. She opened each and examined them thoroughly.

“You have keys for those, right?”

“They should still be in the bag,” Luka said. She paused to think for a second. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure…”

“‘Pretty’ sure?” IA asked. Luka laughed.

“Haha, of course,” Luka said. She reached down and latched one cuff onto IA’s right ankle. IA jumped and shivered slightly. A small grin came to her lips. She sucked down a deep breath through her nose, her fingers clenching at the floor. Luka latched the attached cuff to her left ankle, effectively binding the pair together. Luka steadied her own excitement through meditative breathing. She handed one of the other pairs of cuffs to IA. “Here.”

“So, how are we…” IA started. Luka took the last pair and attached one cuff to her right wrist. She leaned over and locked the cuff to the corner of the footboard behind her, leaving her one wrist bound to the bed and one ankle bound to IA. “Ahhhh…” IA smiled and nodded. She mirrored Luka’s plan, cuffing her left wrist to the corner of the footboard behind her.

“See?” Luka asked. IA sighed and swallowed. The pair stretched their legs out, their feet reaching where Luka had left the two feathers. IA wiggled her toes and Luka shyly covered one foot with the other. “Ready?” She held up the Happy Birthday sign in front of her.

“Oh yeah,” IA said, grinning widely.

“Okay then,” Luka said. She turned slightly toward the bedroom door. “Okay, Miku, you can come in now!”

The door to the bedroom creaked open. Miku entered with a grin and looked around, not taking long to find Luka and IA on the floor at the end of her bed. A beachy blue and white striped halter top flowed at her belly as she walked. A matching blue skirt clung to her waist. Cyan pigtails wafted with her stride. Her feet were slender and bare. She entered with her hands on her hips, smirking down at what her friends had done. Luka and IA looked up with wide smiles.

“Happy Birthday, Miku,” Luka said, holding up the sign. IA held the other side of the sigh, evening it out.

“Happy Birthday,” IA said. Miku smiled, biting her lip cheekily.

“Awww, you guys are the best,” Miku said. “I knew we had planned for this, but I didn’t think it’d be today.”

“It would have been yesterday, if someone could have stayed after the party,” Luka said, her tone jabbing at the girl next to her. IA smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

“I… had… early rehearsal today,” IA said. “Couldn’t stay up late.” Miku laughed.

“It’s fine,” Miku said. “We’re here now… and what do we have here?” Miku looked down, squirming eagerly. She lowered down to her knees, examining the cuffs holding Luka and IA’s ankles together. She tugged on them slightly. Luka and IA squirmed a little to show how secured they were. IA giggled nervously, watching Miku draw near her bare foot. Luka smirked. She kept a hold on the sign, leaving it raised for Miku to see.

“Is everything as you expected?” Luka asked. “We tried to keep in mind all the stuff that you wanted.”

“It’s perfect,” Miku said. She sat back on her heels, her legs folded beneath her. Her eyes lingered eagerly over Luka and IA’s bound feet before her. IA’s toes curled over a delicate, petite frame of a foot. Luka’s was larger, her sole boasting a milky softness to its texture. Miku tucked her lip beneath a subtle bite. “You know how good I can be. You girls ready?” Miku picked up one feather. She twirled it in her fingers, examining the small, purple plume. IA shifted anxiously in her seat. Luka nodded, the gentle pink hue to her cheeks telling all.

“Yep,” Luka said. “Have at it.”

Miku chuckled. She stuck her tongue out slightly and wiggled her shoulders. She lifted the other feather and aimed both at IA and Luka’s soles. Both girls forced their feet flexed, pulling back their toes to leave both soles fully open. Miku examined how both feet squirmed in their cuffs. She stole a glance up at the girls as they waited for the tickles to come. IA’s eyes were locked onto the feather aimed at her sole while Luka shifted where she sat, stifling her enthusiasm.

Miku could no longer stall. She came closer, feeling the warmth of both soles lightly caressing her fingers. Miku pushed the fluffy ends of both feathers against the soles of her friends’ soft, exposed feet. She gave each a swipe, gliding the fibers upwards toward each of their toes. Immediately, the girls reacted. Luka’s other hand raised defensively, balling into a fist and coming closer to her mouth. IA’s smile widened. A sprinkling of giggles escaped her pale, thin lips.

“Eeeeeehhheeheeheeheee!” IA squealed. She squirmed her bottom against the floor beneath her.

“Aaahhhheehhahaha!” Luka started up. She let her laughter flow unrestrained, giving into the pleasure of the tickles. Miku grinned a playful smirk. She gave both soles a slow swipe down with the feathers. The delicate fibers brushed against the soft skin, leaving a trail of feathery tickles behind each subtle graze.

“Hehe, you two are always so much fun to tickle,” Miku said gleefully. She brushed both feathers up and down at the same time. She teased the airy plumes up to the base of their toes down to their heels, then back up again. Up and down the feathers tickled IA and Luka’s feet. The girls continued to squeal and squirm where they sat. Their giggles quickly became full fits of laughter. Luka fought against the urge to cover her mouth as she laughed. IA struggled to keep holding up the Happy Birthday sign as they were.

“Aaaahhhahahahaaa!! Nahahaaoo thahat tickles so much!!” Luka squeaked. Her other leg shifted, her toes curling, as she forced the focused foot in place and still for the tickles.

“Heehee, oh I know,” Miku said. Swish, swish, swish. The feathers licked both adorably ticklish feet clean. IA’s toes wiggled anxiously. She wiggled and squeaked like a little trapped mouse, finding it harder and harder to keep her foot in place for Miku’s feather.

“Eeeeeekkkheeheehhahaha!! Gaaahhhh I’m so ticklish!!” IA giggled. Her expression clenched and winced with ticklish laughter. Miku happily continued the rhythmic swiping of the feathers, alternating direction with each foot. She watched their toes curl and fight against the impulse to pull away. Ten plump little digits danced for her. The feathers kept brushing ticklish streaks up and down, over and over again. They traced along shallow wrinkle lines. They twirled around both heels. They skated up and down the girls’ creamy soft arches. All the while, both of the performers laughed along to the feathery tickles that tingled up through them.

“You two are so cute,” Miku said. “I just love hearing those little laughs!” Miku delighted herself on her birthday present, the ticklish surrender of IA and Luka. The girls kept the sign up as they laughed and squirmed in place, occasionally falling against one another for support. Their cuffed feet could only pull so far away from the other, but both remained perfectly within range of Miku’s devious little feathers.

The fluffy little tools slipped up and down with ease. The light, tickly ends teased beneath each of the girls’ toes. When Luka felt the feather slip beneath hers, she shrieked and gave in on covering her mouth. IA nearly shot her foot back completely, but the feather had no problem wedging in between as her toes wiggled and spread.

“Nnnnnaaaahahahahahahhahahahahaaaa!!!” Luka shouted, her laughter muffled against her palm. The feather brushed against the row of pads, pink and plump like little berries. She clenched up, finding it more and more difficult to stay in place.

“Eeeeehhhhheahahahahahahaaaa!!! Nahahahat the toesss!!” IA called out to the feather. Miku, splitting her focus, did her best to feather one girl’s toes while keeping the quill teasing the sole of the other. A spark in her eye smiled at the challenge. She managed to weasel in between Luka’s toes, flossing against the highly sensitive spaces in between. IA’s toes curled wildly around the feather, leaving Miku effectively teasing the edge of her tool across all the delicate little stems. Luka and IA shrieked. They twisted and squirmed, fighting to not be the first one to pull away.

“Heehee, you two look like you’re having so much fun…” Miku commented, smirking sweetly. The feather brushed faster across the girls’ toes. They swished up and down their soles faster and faster.

Before long, IA let out a high pitched squeak with a laugh that bounced her bottom against the floor. A sudden jerk of her leg pulled her foot away from Miku’s feather. Luka’s leg, attached at the ankle to IA’s shot out with her, sending the girl collapsing against the floor. Miku laughed at the brief domino effect of events. She sat back with the feathers in her hands. Luka laughed and held her hand to her head, looking back at IA. IA blushed, giggling and still recovering from the tickles.

“I’m so sorry,” IA said, smiling wide. She brushed her hair out of her face. Luka sat up straight.

“It’s okay,” Luka said with a chuckle. Miku glanced to them both. “That was fun. Did you get enough?” Miku grinned and looked away shyly, shifting her shoulders playfully back and forth.

“Y-yeah, maybe…” Miku said.

“You want to keep going?” IA asked, sitting up. Miku paused.

“Well, uh…” Miku started. “This was a lot of fun, you guys. It looked like you both really enjoyed it.”

“It was fun,” said IA.

“You know we’re always down for some quality tickle time,” Luka said, brushing her hair out of her face. Miku nodded.

“Yes, well, part of me was wondering if maybe you two could tickle me now,” Miku said sheepishly. Luka perked up. She smiled back at Miku as one would a puppy asking to be played with.

“Aww, of course, sweetie,” Luka said.

“You know we’re not going to turn that down,” IA said. She reached back behind her, grabbing the duffel bag and pulling it closer.

“Really?” Miku said, hopping excitedly. “You guys just made it look like so much fun! Now my feet want tickles.” She curled her toes, still sitting back on her heels. IA grabbed the key to the cuffs out of the bag. She freed her one wrist before unlocking the cuffs binding her and Luka’s ankles.

“Totally,” IA said, giddily. She walked over to where Luka sat. IA helped uncuff her wrist and ankle and helped her to her feet. Miku bounded to hers, her candy blue pigtails bouncing with her. Luka took the cuffs and the key.

“I actually thought that you might say that,” Luka said. She put the cuffs back into the bag on the bed before pulling out several strands of rope. “Luka always comes prepared.” Miku giggled and came closer.

“Good!” Miku said. “I don’t want you to hold back. Really, really give it to me!”

“If you’re sure you want it that much,” Luka said. “You’re our friend and the birthday girl, after all.”

“Plus, we’re not going to turn down getting you back,” IA said with a wink. “And we weren’t going to go easy either.” Miku blushed. She cupped her hands in front of her, squirming excitedly.

“Yay!” Miku said. “You guys are the best!”

“So how do you want it?” Luka asked. Miku thought for a moment.

“I don’t know,” Miku said. “How do you want me?”

“You’re the girl of ticklee of honor today,” Luka said with a laugh. “You pick.” Miku looked back to the bed. She thought for a moment, her hand resting on her chin.

“With the rope… how about…” Miku started. She hopped up on the bed. Miku stretched herself out from the headboard to the base. Her hands stretched out to both top corners while her feet poked through the metal frame at the bottom.

“Like this?” Luka asked.

“I think so,” Miku said.

“Are you comfortable?” Luka asked. Miku shifted a little and nodded.

“Yeah,” Miku said. She smiled back sweetly. Her feet wiggled a little against the metal foot board they poked through. IA eyed them with a smirk. Luka held a strand of rope and reached back in the bag for the cuffs.

“Alright,” Luka said. She tossed the cuffs to IA. “For her wrists. I’ll get her feet.” IA hurriedly grabbed the cuffs. Miku smirked and let out a small squeak. IA grinned down at her, fashioning her wrist to the corner of the bed.

“Don’t get too excited,” IA said. “We’re gonna go crazy on you.” Miku chuckled.

“Do your worst,” Miku said back, holding her head up and shooting back a smug smirk. IA laughed. She finished cuffing one wrist and rushed to the opposite side to the other. Luka knelt down at the foot of the bed. She coiled a long strand of silky rope around Miku’s ankles. Wrapping the rope around Miku’s feet, she bound both together and to the frame of the bed. Miku wiggled slightly to gauge just how effectively her ankles had been tied. She twisted and pulled and wiggled her feet around, but after Luka finished, nothing Miku could do would free her from the binding. IA met Luka down at the bottom of the bed. They both stared over a helpless, tied up, ticklish Miku. Miku swallowed, watching both eager ticklers loom over her body.

“Alright, you ready?” Luka asked.

“O-oh yeah,” Miku said, her heart starting to race. Luka glanced to her side. IA looked back up at her.

“Let’s do this,” IA said. Both girls smiled and eased their way down, kneeling at the foot of the bed, perfectly stationed at Miku’s vulnerable, ticklish soles. Miku squirmed anxiously. She watched both of her friends start eyeing her feet with devilish intent. A wave of tingles washed over her, instigated by their feverish stares.

IA and Luka wiggled their fingers in the air just outside of Miku’s defenseless soles. Miku’s feet rubbed up against one another. She curled and wiggled her toes happily. IA was the first to touch down, eager to get started. She knelt in front of Miku’s left foot and launched all ten scribbling fingers against it. She scratched lightly, still testing Miku’s early resolve, but made sure to get from her heel up to the base of her toes. Miku squealed. Her arms and legs jerked against the binds holding them down. Her body tried to clench up as a surge of tickles pulsed up from her helpless little foot.

“EEEEKKKKKheheeeheehehhahahahahahahaaaa!!! Ohhhh nooooaaahahahahahahahaaa!!” Miku laughed. Her laughter was unrestrained and just as melodic as her singing. She clenched her eyes shut. Her head turned away from where the girls hungrily eyed her feet. IA smirked as she scribbled her fingers against Miku’s ticklish sole.

“Heeheehee! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Miku…” IA teased. Luka paused to watch IA delight herself childishly on playing with Miku’s tormented nerves. When she turned her attention back to Miku’s feet, commanding the right foot, she grabbed it gently, yet firmly, with one hand. Luka held it in place, pulling it taut and keeping it from squirming around too much.

“You’re so mean,” said Luka with a smile. “But I guess that’s what she wants.” Luka studied the sole in front of her. It blushed a pearly pink shade framing a perfectly milky arch. A gentle heat that emanated off of it came as softly as the surface of Miku’s soles themselves. While keeping her toes held back and her foot in place, Luka began skittering five devious nails against the center of Miku’s foot. Miku’s voice shrieked into a new explosion of laughter.

“AAAAHHHHhhahahahahaaaaNNNNAAAAHHHHAHA!!!” Miku squealed, thrashing against the bed. Her body bucked and twisted. Her arms pulled at the cuffs holding them spread to each corner. As Miku shook her head side to side, her pigtails became tossed and frayed. Luka and IA chuckled along as they watched Miku’s explosive reactions.

“Haha, hey, you asked for us not to hold back,” Luka reminded. She held onto Miku’s right foot with one hand, keeping it still and exposed for her other hand to launch five relentlessly scribbling nails up and down her sole. She smirked, admiring how Miku’s foot, despite thoroughly loving the ticklish treatment, squirmed and tried to pull away.

“Yeah, and we’ve only just started,” IA added. She let Miku’s left foot flail freely, keeping up with it with both of her hands. She scribbled all over the helpless, wiggling sole with all ten fingers feasting on Miku’s hypersensitive nerves. IA giggled along with her.

“I still think she may be even more ticklish than you, IA,” Luka said. Her nails, long and fine, danced and skittered all over the trapped foot. Miku’s plush, pink sole was left fully vulnerable in Luka’s grasp. She easily scratched away at the heel before inching up the creamy pale arch. Each little scribble sent wave after wave of tickles up through Miku’s body, each coming harder and faster than the last.

“If she is, it’s only because she’s always been more ticklish than any of us,” IA said. She leaned in closer to better follow Miku’s left foot with her fingers. The way her sole beamed such an alluring shade of blush, it nearly begged for tickles just from boasting such a playful hue. Her sole was warm and humid against IA’s fingers. Her nails skittered and scribbled all over. One hand worked against Miku’s arch while the other slipped five devious fingers up at her toes. Miku shrieked. Her back lifted against the bed as she pulled and writhed through her ticklish hysteria.

“AAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHHAHAHAA!!! NAHAHAHAHAT THE TOEEESSSS!!!” Miku screamed. Luka and IA watched as Miku tried to beg through her laughter.

“What’s that now?” Luka asked. “Tickle her toes?”

“That’s what I heard,” IA said. “And she did say that we shouldn’t hold back, so…” IA picked up her maddening scratching at Miku’s toes. She held Miku’s foot steady while wedging her fingers underneath, attacking the supple, delicate stems. Miku threw her head back into a more anguished cry of laughter. Luka watched her closely, chuckling at how Miku handled the tickles up from her feet.

“Aww, well, she definitely seems like she likes it,” Luka said. She followed IA’s style. Stabilizing Miku’s foot with one hand, her nails on the other lightly danced across the pads of Miku’s toes. They squirmed beneath her touch, but Luka managed to scratch each with a rapid, feathery brush. Each little dash of her nails against Miku’s toes sent surges of tickles coursing up through her body. Miku’s laughter rose into wild howls and sharp squeaks.

“NNNNAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! I CAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAN’TTTHAHAH!!!” Miku shrieked. The girls laughed along with her. Luka kept a motherly eye on the girl, knowing just how far she would want to be pushed. Her sudden rise in volume breathed a new air of encouragement into IA and Luka. IA’s nails continued to scribble and dance between Miku’s sole and toes. The small girl tickled her friend’s foot gleefully, her fingertips leaving no spot unexplored. Luka teased Miku’s toes more slowly and methodically. She scratched against each one individually, gauging which one yielded the most squeals out of Miku.

“You’ve always had the cutest little toes, Miku,” Luka said. A wide grin slowly grew across her lips. She had one finger teasing Miku’s toes one by one. A single nail scratched at the pad of her big toe, covering all of the space, before moving to the next. Her tickles were precise and devastating against delicate nerves of Miku’s digits. Luka scribbled at the plump, pink pads before she slipped down into the tender spaces in between. Miku’s toes curled and danced, but none of them could escape the insistent scratching of Luka’s single, devastating fingernail.

“Right?” IA commented. She giggled and reached for one of the feathers. Hastily, she began dusting it up and down Miku’s sole, pulling her foot back with the other hand. As the fluffy, feathery tickles started to seep in, Miku erupted into a new flurry of ticklish laughter. The cuffs holding her wrists slammed against the frame of the bed. She pulled and twisted, her squeals of laughter filling the room.

“EEEEEEEKKKKEEEEEEHEHHAHAHHAHAH!!! OHHHH GAAHAHAHA THE FEATHERRR!!!” Miku cried out. Her cheeks had begun to shine with a bright shade of cherry. Her pigtails became more and more loose as she thrashed her head side to side. IA keeping a firm hold on her toes made the feather easily toy with the hypersensitive nerves across her blushing pink sole. IA grinned as she watched the feather work against Miku’s foot the way it played with hers.

“Awww, Miku likes the feather too,” IA said. She gently glided the plume up and down Miku’s trembling, creamy arch. “Feels good, doesn’t it, Miku? Coochie coochie coo…” Miku could only laugh, lost in the whirlwind of her own ticklish making. Each swipe of the feather shot waves of tickles up from her foot and all through her body. Luka watched IA’s style of play for a bit before turning her attention back to the foot in her own hands.

“You know, Miku, I can’t help but notice how adorable and tasty these little toes look,” Luka said slowly. She held Miku’s foot still with both hands, effectively keeping it from wiggling around at all. Luka watched Miku’s toes continue to squirm and curl, the only part of her foot she could still move. “Like little candies just begging to be nibbled on.” Luka smirked. She leaned in closer, bringing her face up to Miku’s soft, helpless little foot. She put her lips up against Miku's bare toes. The warmth they exuded caressed her smile. Luka placed the pads of Miku’s toes right up against her mouth. She parted her lips and pushed them around Miku’s toes just far enough for them to reach her teeth. With the faintest of nibbles, Luka began teasing the soft, supple pads, leaving Miku’s toes trapped in a warm cocoon of tickles.

“AAAAAAHHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!” Miku screamed. The soft nibbling of her toes sent her back rocketing off of the bed. Her fists clenched. Her head fell back as she bellowed ticklish laughter. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Her cheeks and chest and belly started to ache from the endless streams of laughter. Luka’s expression lit up while watching Miku’s ignite into a ticklish frenzy.

“Mmmm, your toes are always so tasty, Miku….” Luka taunted, nibbling down Miku’s row of toes. “I don’t know what you do to make them so delicious. I could snack on these toes all day.” IA laughed. She observed Luka’s ticklish technique of riddling Miku’s toes with ticklish little bites.

“Ooooh, I wanna try!” IA said.

“Go right ahead,” Luka said, grinning up at Miku. Miku howled with laughter. She shook her head side to side in helpless desperation.

“NNNNAAHAHAHAHAHHAOOO!! NAHAHAHHAHAT MY TOEESSS!!!” Miku cried out. Luka kept a close eye on Miku from her position. IA continued to fluff the feather up and down Miku’s sole while she leaned in closer to the foot. With one hand holding as steady as she could, IA brought her lips up to Miku’s squirming toes. She gave the big one a quick peck kiss before pressing her face close to start her own nibbling assault. Her teeth rapidly gnawed at the tender pads of Miku’s toes, skirting quickly from one to the next. IA managed to keep the feather brushing her sole while her lips and teeth teased Miku’s toes into a ticklish hysteria. Miku’s voice cracked. She screamed into a new wave of ticklish laughter, one that groaned with the ironic hopelessness of her request for no mercy.

“See?” Luka paused to comment. “She loves it.” Luka laughed and kept leaving ticklish nibbles all over Miku’s toes.

“AAAHHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! OOOHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Miku screamed with laughter. Her toes squirmed against the lips of her friends. Both Luka and IA carefully picked away at them, keeping from hurting the girl with any real bites, while their nibbles sent explosions of tickles up through Miku’s slender, helpless body.

“Mmmm, so tasty,” IA taunted.

“Mhmm,” Luka said. The pair laid soft nibbles against each of Miku’s toes until all had been effectively picked over. Luka managed to slip a slight tongue in between a few of her toes just to catch Miku’s jerk reactions. Within minutes, Miku’s laughter had become strained and airless. Luka slowed her ticklish techniques. As IA began to take notice of Luka’s sudden gesture of mercy, she did the same, until both had pulled back completely.

Miku’s laughter filling the room faded into heavy panting. Her body burned throughout, her face beaming a hot shade of pink. Her eyes closed. Her feet no longer squirmed, but hung where they remained bound, limp and exhausted. Her whole body rested against the bed with a shared constitution. Luka watched the girl recover. IA sat back. She smiled and turned to Luka.

“Think she’s had enough?” IA asked. Luka smirked.

“Maybe,” Luka said. “But she did say that she didn’t want us to hold back.” IA’s face lit up.

“Have to give the birthday girl what she wants, right?” IA asked rhetorically. She slipped a strand of hair behind her ear. IA stood and walked around to the side of the bed. Miku laid still heaving, struggling to catch her breath. A slight smile stayed on her rosy face. IA came up behind her head. She adjusted the pillow beneath her and combed out her pigtails with her fingers. “You’re still good for more, right?” Miku chuckled weakly. She paused before giving her friend a slight nod.

“Y-yeah…” Miku said between deep breaths.

“See?” IA asked. Luka smirked and shrugged.

“No arguments here,” Luka said. “Just let me get one little thing.” Luka reached for the duffel bag. She slid it next to her and reached inside. She pulled out a small piece of string from her collection of coiled ropes. “Just have to keep her nice and still.”

Luka came closer to Miku’s feet. She lined them up perfectly to the metal frame at the bottom of the bed. She wrapped the string around both of Miku’s big toes several times before tying the bind to the frame, pulling Miku’s feet back and leaving her soles perfectly exposed. Miku gave weakened struggles against the string. In her exhaustion, her heart began to race once more at feeling just how much less she could move her feet. Her toes could curl slightly and her feet could squirm to minimal and unhelpful degrees. The more she tested her faint strength against the tie, the more her breathing began to deepen.

Miku’s eyes widened a bit. She looked down at the bottom of the bed. Behind her bare feet, tied and left dangerously vulnerable to tickles of any intensity, her friend’s devious eyes glimmered up at her. They shifted between studying her reaction and observing the ticklish tootsies before them. Miku squirmed. Luka’s stare as she planned out her next ticklish assault was nearly potent enough to tickle itself. The tingles began to set in before any contact had been made. Miku’s focus was so drawn to Luka that she nearly forgot the other variable in the room.

“Ready, Luka?” IA asked. She drew her hands back, wiggling her fingers in the air. Miku anticipating her next move brought forth a giggly, anxious grin.

“Oh yeah,” Luka said. Miku swallowed. She bit her lip and clenched her fists as a means to brace herself.

IA, stoked with a childish giddiness, plunged both hands against Miku’s outstretched armpits. Her fingers scribbled wildly into the plush, warm hollows. Miku cried out in a sudden burst of laughter. Her arms jerked against the cuffs holding them out. She threw her head back, shrieking and squealing with untamed, ticklish laughter.

“Nanananaaaahahahahahaahaaaaa!!! IA-AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Miku shrieked. Her back arched, rocketing off of the bed for a split second. She tossed her head side to side, one of the only movements she could still make freely. IA hovered over her on the bed. She dug her fingers into Miku’s slick, sensitive pits. Her nails skittered over the skin, raking in feathery clawing motions. IA chuckled and watched as Miku thrashed against the bed. Her fingers explored every inch of the supple dips below her arms.

“Don’t think I forgot where else you’re ticklish,” IA said. “You did want it to be intense. Remember that.” IA’s finger gnawed at the soft, shallow valleys of Miku’s pits. Miku clenched between piercing shrieks of laughter. Her voice rose and fell over and over again, finding new volume when Luka started up again.

“Now then, looks like your feet really can’t go anywhere now,” Luka teased. Her fingers wafted with a preemptive wave in the humid air just off of Miku’s stretched soles. Her nails wiggled before touching down, making the very moment she brushed once again against Miku’s soles a sudden explosion of helpless feet tickles. Miku screeched once again. Her girly voice filled the room in strained, adorably pathetic laughter from the instant that Luka unleashed ten impishly scribbling nails against her taut, delicate soles.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!! NNAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!” Miku could only shriek. She bucked and thrashed against the bed. The cuffs clanged hard against the frame. The ropes tugged at her ankles as her feet desperately and impulsively tried to pull away. Her toes curled to the best of their ability against the tie. One foot instinctively tried to shield the other, but despite the fruitlessness of such a gesture, she still failed to accomplish that in her binds.

IA knelt over her on the bed. Her fingers scribbled faster and faster inside her pits, leaving every spot sufficiently tickled several times over. Her nails dance with Miku’s sensitive nerves in one of her most delicate spots. She skittered and scratched them all over before making her way down.

“You’ve got so many fun ticklish spots, Miku,” IA said. “Don’t be surprised if we have to spend all night playing with each of them.” IA giggled at her own taunting. Her nails scribbled their way down to Miku’s ribs. She counted each of them with soft, clawing pinches. Every little tickle left Miku bouncing against the bed. Her arms continued to tug against the cuffs, fighting desperately to protect the vulnerable areas. Her complexion glowed more red than pink, her cheeks showing streaks of laughter-induced tears. Luka, from below, kept a watchful eye on both Miku’s state of ticklish hysteria along with IA’s own sadistic antics.

“Of course we’d only be that mean if you wanted us to be, birthday girl,” Luka said. With both of Miku’s soles bound and easily accessible, Luka freely skittered her nails around the soft, hypersensitive spots. She scratched away at Miku’s delicate heels, traversing with slow scribbles up her arches, and dug into the bases of her toes before repeating the motions back down. “We could do this for as long as you’d want.”

“AAAAAAGGGHHHHAHAHAHAA!!!! OHHHH MY GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!” Miku screamed with laughter until her voice started to break once again. She tried to bed, her body demanding the mercy of which she had specifically requested none, but all that came from her mouth were fits of ticklish laughter through sobbing gasps. Her chest and stomach ached. Her eyes clenched shut around the hysterical tears. Her body slowly stopped jerking against the tickles and succumbed to the exhaustion that quickly replaced her masochistic enthusiasm. IA worked her way farther down, clenching and squeezing Miku’s sides.

“Awww, don’t give up already,” IA said, her hands rapidly pinching the slender, delicate areas. She felt Miku’s laughter reverberate from her stomach. Miku twisted feebly against the tickles. Her laughter slowly became more quiet and gasping, though her face read just as much ticklish turmoil as it had the entire time. Luka shocked Miku’s toes with a few sudden scribbles for emphasis before pulling back.

“Okay, IA, let her breathe,” Luka said in her more motherly tone.

IA let go of Miku’s sides. A calm fell over the room, a shift in the reality of the situation. IA sat up straight and assessed Miku’s condition from up close. Miku’s body laid against the bed, spent of all energy. Miku’s laughter had melted into needful gasps of air. Sweat glossed her skin. Hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, burning bright red. A musk that the girls were all too familiar with from rehearsals and performances permeated the atmosphere. Miku’s head fell to one side, her eyes closed and face becoming more and more relaxed. In her fatigue, she gave no reaction to Luka untying her toes and feet from one another, freeing them from the bed frame. IA looked back at Luka.

“Think she’s had enough?” IA asked softly.

“We’ll ask her in a bit,” Luka said. “But maybe.” IA nodded.

“Too bad,” IA said with a smile. “I always love tickling Miku.” Luka chuckled.

“Me too,” Luka said. She placed the rope and string back into the bag before pulling out the keys to the cuffs and another few, much longer, coils of rope. She placed them on the bed next to where Miku laid resting.

“What’s that for?” IA asked.

“Something else I think she’ll like us to do to her,” Luka said with a wink. She came up next to Miku and took a seat on the bed. Luka placed a hand on Miku’s shoulder as she started to stir. Miku turned her head and shot Luka a warm smile. Her eyes fluttered open. She sighed heavily before she started to speak.

“W…. wow…” Miku said. Luka chuckled.

“That what you wanted?” Luka asked. Miku nodded, her smile remaining firmly across her lips.

“O-oh yeah… wow…” Miku repeated. “Thank you both…”

“No problem!” IA said. “Thank you for always letting us tickle you.” IA sat down on the other side of the bed, bouncing a little. Luka brushed Miku’s hair out of her face.

“You still want to do that other thing we talked about?” Luka asked. She reached for one of the keys and unlocked the cuff holding that wrist against the bed. IA, noticing Luka’s plan, stood up from the bed and followed with the other. Miku thought for a moment. Once both of her hands were freed, she rubbed her wrists and looked away.

“‘Other thing’... oh right!” Miku said. She perked up, a sudden burst of energy showing in her face and posture. She sat up on the bed, staring back at Luka like a puppy waiting for a toy. “Oh yeah! Totally! Let’s do it!”

“You sure?” Luka asked with a chuckle. “You’ve been through a lot.”

“Yeah, but, it’ll probably be… kind of relaxing, you know?” Miku said. Luka smirked and stifled a laugh.

“Oh, you think it’ll be ‘relaxing’, huh?” Luka asked, cocking one eyebrow. Miku nodded. A beaming enthusiasm began to replace the labored fatigue the tickling session had left her wearing. Miku flipped one pigtail behind her, going up on her knees atop the bed.

“I’ve always wanted to try it,” Miku said. Luka walked back to the ropes. She glanced up at IA as both shared a knowing grin.

“Well, if you’re still down for it,” Luka said, “I know IA and I can keep the fun going.”

“You bet!” IA said. “What’s the plan?” Luka looked away.

“Well, I was going to save this for later,” she started, “but if Miku is willing now, then we have to keep humoring the birthday girl.” Miku giggled. Luka reached for the longer coil of rope and held it up. Her eyes returned to Miku, whose energy had quickly recovered. “Miku wants to be in a hogtie.” IA’s expression slowly morphed into a playful sneer. She hopped where she stood, clapping her hands.

“Ohhh, yeah, let’s do that!” IA said. Miku giggled and rubbed the back of her head.

“It’s always looked like so much fun, being all tied up and helpless,” Miku said.

“Well, then, I hope you’re ready for what’s going to happen after,” Luka said with a wink. “Now lie down on your stomach.”

Miku’s smile widened into an eager, toothy grin. She did as she was told, going down to her belly against the bed. Luka unraveled the roll of rope and positioned Miku’s hands behind her back.

“Alright now hold still,” Luka said.

“Yeah, don’t make us have to catch you and pin you down to do this,” IA added. “Because we would totally do that.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Miku said with a fluttery laugh. The girls gave a cheery laugh.

“IA, come hold her hands,” Luka said. IA knelt down on top of the bed. She held Miku’s wrists crossed and together. Luka wrapped the rope around them both several times before tightening the tie by weaving a firm coil through the center. Miku put up no fight. She laid against the bed, giggling giddily as her arms were effectively fastened behind her back.

“Look at her so happy,” IA said.

“We’re going to give her some more to laugh about,” Luka said. “Hand me those other two ropes.” IA passed along the rest of the ropes lying against the bed. “Alright, now Miku, bend your legs.” Miku promptly followed by bending both legs and keeping them together. Her bare soles, still blushing from the rigorous ticklish assault they had only just endured, pointed up toward the ceiling. IA eyed them through a sideways glance, still anxious to keep tickle toying with her friend.

“A-alright, but not too much,” Miku said. “I’m still pretty beat.”

“No promises, sweetie,” Luka said, her tone delightfully ginger. She wrapped another long strand of rope around both ankles, pressing them evenly together. Following how she bound Miku’s arms, Luka weaved the slack of the rope through the center between both of Miku’s feet, securing the tie. She held Miku’s legs bent and feet pointed upward as she reached for the last of the long ropes. IA positioned herself behind Miku, holding her legs and facing both of Miku’s upturned soles.

“Ah, yes, the perfect spot,” IA said. With Miku’s legs held in place, Luka finished assembling the hogtie by coiling together both of the middle ties securing Miku’s wrists and her ankles, effectively attaching both to one another. Luka gave each of the ropes a solid tug, testing their durability.

“There,” Luka said. “Can you move?” Miku pulled at the ropes holding her in the tie. Her arms remained behind her. Her legs stayed bent. Both were still roped together. Miku pulled more and more, pushing the limits of the binds. Miku grunted and twisted and after spending legitimate effort trying to get out, conceded herself to the hogtie with a smile.

“Nope,” Miku said. “You’re good at this.” Luka chuckled.

“Well, you said you wanted to try it sometime,” Luka said, coming closer to Miku’s upturned soles. “So happy birthday.” IA slid over to make room for Luka facing Miku’s feet. Both stared down at the blushing pink soles in front of them, delightfully exposed and vulnerable. Miku could only look side to side, just barely making out the faint outlines of both girls. Giddy, nervous giggles fluttered from her lips. She panted, sweat still beading against the back of her neck.

Miku let out a small, contained gasp the moment Luka’s hands touched her feet again. Being in such a compromising position, coupled with the previous extortion of the area’s heightened nerves, made Miku especially aware of contact on her feet. The slight heat of the air beyond their hands was not lost on the cyan singer. Miku’s hands clenched at the first touch, and released once a soothing embrace subverted her expectations. Luka’s hands cupped one foot while IA took the other. Miku braced herself for the next onslaught of torturous tickles, but was promptly met with a calming pressure against her sole sending chills through her body. Luka’s thumbs pressed against Miku’s arch, her hands experiencing the warmth and pillowy softness of Miku’s feet as intimately as ever.

“Mmm, there,” Luka said airily. “You like that?” Miku’s heavy breathing escaped as gentle moans. She closed her eyes. Her wide, eager grin eased out into a satisfied smile. Her foot relaxed to Luka’s massaging touch, submitting to the pressure.

“Mhmm,” Miku said. She breathed deeply and easily. IA gave the tops of Miku’s other foot gentle strokes and pets. She bent her head down and brought her face closer to Miku’s toes. The scentful musk gave an alluring brush to her cheek. IA grinned as she started planting soft kisses against Miku’s delicate toe pads. Miku clenched up slightly again, her expression pulling back into ticklish anticipation, but the gentle kisses placed against her toes lulled her back to a place of ease.

“See?” IA asked. She gave another little kiss to Miku’s toes. “You said you wanted something easier and more relaxing.”

“Mmmmm yeahhhh,” Miku sighed. Her voice carried through a dreamy state of relaxation. IA gave each of the toes on the foot in her hands delicate kisses. She slid very light nibbles to the tips of her toes. Miku giggled slightly, yet even through the wispy tickles left behind by IA’s playful bites, she never fell out of the dreamy tranquility in which the tender rubs and kisses submerged her.

“This is nice, right?” Luka asked. Miku drew in a deep breath from her nose, releasing it through a relieving moan.

“Oh yeah,” Miku said.

“Good,” Luka said. She turned to IA, her eyes glimmering with a mischievous sparkle. Luka let go of Miku’s foot with one hand. She held one finger for IA, followed by two. IA grinned and prepared herself. As soon as Luka held up three fingers, IA took a firm grip on Miku’s foot and plunged five mercilessly scribbling nails down against her sole. Miku’s head shot up. Her back arched as her body twisted to the best that it could confined to her hogtie.

“NAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA!!! STTAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!” Miku cried out. Both girls chuckled along with the ticklish disposition sprung on her unexpectedly. Miku’s calmness all but vanished in an instant as her body began to thrash against the bed, rocking side to side in her bindings. IA’s nails skittered and scribbled all over the warm, plush sole of her foot, perfectly vulnerable for more tickles.

“Awww, but you’re just so cute when you’re laughing like this!” IA said, giggling along with Miku’s hysterical laughter. Luka added her own wave of ticklish torment on the girl’s delicate sole. She descended ten scribbling nails down upon the supple, helpless foot. She skittered and scratched as fast as she could up and down, gleefully tormenting every nerve of Miku’s ticklish sole. Miku’s laughing fit shrieked, her screams filling the room as she thrashed feebly side to side. Her hands reached for her feet behind her as her back arched. Luka’s nails fluttered quickly and carefully, scraping against the plush, warm surface of Miku’s sole. Where she once held back to preserve Miku’s energy, Luka had forgone such reservations. She scratched away at Miku’s hypersensitive nerves as quickly as she could, playing Miku like an instrument of laughter.

“NNNAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! PLEEEEAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!!” Miku screamed with ticklish laughter. Her body pulled at the ropes holding her in the hogtie. She could only sway worthlessly against the bed as she endured the explosive surge of tickles. She shook her head in a fit of panic. Her pigtails flung back and forth to her rapid, instinctual movements. Luka giggled as her nails pushed Miku farther than they had all night. IA scribbled quickly up and down Miku’s sole. She leaned back in, returning her lips to Miku’s wiggling, clenching toes.

“You didn’t think we’d just let you off easy that quickly, did you?” IA asked. She pushed the tips of Miku’s toes back against her teeth, returning to riddling the delicate digits with teasing nibbles. Miku’s voice broke into a giggling screech. Her body jerked against the new wave of nibbly tickles from her tender, little toes. IA kept one hand scribbling away at the poor, tortured nerves of the girl’s sole while leaving ticklish nibbles against each wiggling toe. She slid devilishly down the row, giving every toe a full ticklish torment of bites and flicking licks.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!” Miku howled with laughter, expending energy that she had freely given away during the last ruthless tickling session. Tears returned to her eyes. Beads of sweat rolled across her skin. The bed squeaked beneath her writhing and thrashing movements. IA and Luka kept up well with how Miku danced to their ticklish tactics.

“I did say no promises, sweetie,” Luka said. One hand of nails continued to spider up and down the wiggly, wrinkly sole, while the other set of hungry nails slipped down beneath her toes. They glided and scraped across the pads, proving themselves to be as effective, if not more, at scattering tickles all through their gentle nerves as IA’s teeth. Her fingers indulged themselves on a lasting taste of Miku’s feet, one that would tie both her and Miku over for a while, despite Miku’s unpredictable yearning for tickles. One last mad dash of scribbles against her soles sent Miku shouting into hysterics, singing out her ticklish laughter as loudly as her voice could manage.

When Luka finally pulled back, she urged IA to do the same. Miku laid panting, once again, against the bed. Her hair clung to her face, her cheeks glowing bright pink. Her lips were pulled back in a tired smile that stuck around long after the tickling had ended. Miku’s feet tingled, sensitized by the recent ticklish attack. Luka reached across Miku’s body to brush her hair out of her face.

“So warm,” Luka said softly. “You okay?” Miku heaved through deep breaths slowly, calming her racing heart rate more and more with each exhale.

“M… m-maybe… water?” Miku asked, her voice small and weak.

“Of course,” Luka said. She hopped off of the bed and hurried out of the room. IA jumped down and came up to Miku’s face. She knelt down against the side of the bed and smiled sweetly at her friend.

“How was all of that?” IA asked. Miku continued to wear a smile, one faint and tired. Her eyes fluttered back at IA.

“A-amazing,” Miku said. “You guys are… the best…” Luka entered back into the room with a glass of ice water and a straw. She bent down next to IA and helped Miku drink. Miku sucked down nearly the entire glass, needing to pause several times for breaths to keep going.

“You were a real fun tickle toy today, Miku,” Luka said. “I hope you had a good time.” She set the glass down next to her after Miku had emptied it. Miku smiled and nodded, her energy gradually returning.

“I did,” Miku said. Luka gave a soft chuckle. She reached up and brushed her hand across Miku’s head.

“We’ve never gotten you this bad before,” IA said with a soft chuckle. “We should totally do this more often!”

Luka rose, IA following shortly behind. They made quick work of untying the bound Miku. They helped her ease into a natural posture so that she could stretch out her arms and legs. Miku flipped over and laid splayed out across the bed, her eyes resting shut and still wearing a smile. Luka packed away the ropes back into the duffel bag while IA sat beside Miku on the bed. She scooped up Miku’s feet in her hands and began rubbing into the arches, massaging out the residual tingles. Miku closed her eyes. She hummed through relaxing waves crashing over her, lulling her more and more into a calm serenity.

“How about we bake some cookies and watch a movie to relax now, huh?” Luka suggested. She smirked and turned back to Miku. Miku opened her eyes “And afterwards, if you’re all rested up, we could go again in a different position.” IA giggled with an impish, devious grin.

“I like that idea,” IA said. Miku pulled her feet away from IA. She swung them over the side of the bed and sat upright, her arms propped behind her for support.

“I like that first part,” Miku said before a telling pause.

“And the second?” Luka asked curiously. Miku smirked and cocked her head to the side.

“Oh, absolutely,” Miku said thoughtfully. “But I think you two are going to have to go through some more tickling of your own if you want to get me again.” Luka and IA looked at each other and paused for a moment.

“That seems fair,” Luka said.

“Yeah,” IA said, her tone chipper and enthralled. “I’d be down for that.”