Laughust Day Ten: Feathers or Fingers?
Summary: Kitten tickles Robin to see what's more effective.
Robin regained his consciousness when he realized he was strapped to a chair. His wrists were strapped to the armrests and his ankles were strapped to the chair's front legs. He had no idea who strapped him down or why? Just when he was trying to recall what he remembered, Kitten walked in, holding a feather.
"Robbie-poo! You're awake!" Kitten said, cheerfully approaching him. "Now we can get started!"
"Um.... started with what?" Robin asked, bewildered.
"With our little session, of course," Kitten said, smiling. "But first, I have a question."
"Okay..." Robin said, not knowing what he was in for.
"Are you ticklish?" Kitten asked, showing him the feather she brought. Robin didn't like where this was going. He was ticklish, but he doesn’t like to be tickled, so he tried to lie.
"Um... no," Robin said, nervously. "Of course I'm not ticklish!"
"Oh, really?" Kitten said, smirking, lifting her free hand and wiggling her fingers. "Then I guess you won't mind if we tested that."
"Eep!" Robin should've known that lying was futile. His train of thought flew out the window as Kitten started tickling his tummy with the feather. Robin's reaction was instant.
"Coochie coochie coo!" Kitten said as she tickled. Robin started laughing.
"That tickles!" Robin said, starting to laugh as the feather tickled his tummy. Kitten saw this and stroked the feather everywhere on Robin's tummy, making him laugh more.
"Aww, you're adorable when you laugh!" Kitten said as she kept tickling Robin. She withdrew the feather and used her fingers to tickle him on his tummy. Robin was overwhelmed with hysterical laughter.
"KIHIHIHIHIHITTEN! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIHIHIHIT! I'M TIHIHIHIHICKLISH THEHEHEHERE!" Robin said through his laughter as his worst spot was shown no mercy.
"Hehe, you have such a cute tummy, Robbie-poo!" Kitten said, tickling more. Robin continued to laugh.
"MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS! NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!" Robin protested through his laughter as Kitten kept tickling his sensitive tummy.
"Seems like my fingers are more effective," Kitten said, grinning. Her gloved fingers wiggling on his tummy.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT MY BEHEHEHEHEHELLY! THAHAHAHAT'S A REHEHEHEALLY BAHAHAHAHAD SPOHOHOHOHOHOT!" Robin said through his laughter as his worst spot was tortured by Kitten's fingers.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Kitten said, continuing to tickle Robin's tummy.
"KIHIHIHIHIHITTEN! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!" Robin pleaded through his laughter as Kitten mercilessly tickled him.
"Just one more thing!" Kitten said, taking the feather again and tickling everywhere on Robin's tummy, looking for a sensitive place to tickle.
"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! I DOHOHOHOHON'T LIHIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIHIS!" Robin found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.
After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Robin, Kitten stopped tickling him and released him, allowing him to catch his breath.
That night, Robin decided to get some much-needed rest after being tickled to bits.
