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The mother spider, noticing Lara's heightened state, grew even more eager. Its tongue, now thicker and more insistent, slithered deeper into her sex, exploring every inch of her quivering folds. Suddenly, she felt something hard and unyielding pressing against her inner walls, something that wasn't the tongue itself. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she realized that the spider was inserting something into her, something that seemed to be a part of its anatomy. It was cold and alien, and...

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Eleanor's hips bucked and twisted, her body trying to find some escape from the relentless assault on her belly button. She could feel the muscles in her stomach tightening, the sensation building into a crescendo of laughter and panic. Her legs kicked out, trying to find purchase on the floor, but the monster held her aloft with ease, his six arms supporting her with a strength that was surprising for his bulbous frame.

"Ah, ah, ah," the monster chuckled, his finger never leaving her n...

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The mother spider, noticing Lara's heightened state, grew even more eager. Its tongue, now thicker and more insistent, slithered deeper into her sex, exploring every inch of her quivering folds. Suddenly, she felt something hard and unyielding pressing against her inner walls, something that wasn't the tongue itself. Her eyes widened in shock and fear as she realized that the spider was inserting something into her, something that seemed to be a part of its anatomy. It was cold and alien, and...

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Eleanor's eyes grew wide with horror as she felt the monster's finger approaching her belly button. She tried to squirm away, her body contorting in his tight embrace, but his grip remained steadfast. Her heart raced, her breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. The anticipation was unbearable, a crescendo of fear and arousal that she couldn't ignore.

With a wicked grin, the monster didn't waste another second. He plunged his furry digit deep into the sensitive cavity of her navel, the ...

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The monster grabbed her free hand with his with sudden movement. He yanked her hand back above her head, now leaving her shirt lifted and held by the monster's hand. "Naughty girl. You think you can hide your little tummy from me." His voice was a mix of playfulness and sternness, a tone that sent a shiver down her spine. His grip was firm, yet gentle, as if enjoying the thrill of the chase more than the capture itself.

Her belly, so often hidden beneath layers of clothing, was now bare...

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"Ah, ah, ah," the monster chuckled, his breath warm and humid against her ear. "Let's not rush things, shall we?" His voice was a raspy whisper, a sound that sent a chill down her spine. "First, I think we should see what else is hidden beneath this shirt of yours." His free hand began to slide up her body, his furry palm gliding over her skin with the grace of a serpent.

Eleanor's eyes widened with panic as she felt the monster's hand slither up her side, tracing the curve of her waist...

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Finally, with a dramatic flourish, he pulled his hands away, giving her a brief reprieve. She gulped in a lungful of air, her chest heaving from the effort of holding in her laughter. The coldness of his touch was replaced by the chilly air of the closet, a stark contrast that made her shiver. Her eyes searched the darkness, trying to find any clue as to what he'd do next.

The monster started to learn back, laughing at Eleanor's struggles. With her arms held above her head and her back ...

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Eleanor's breaths became heavy from all of his digits fluttering her armpits. But suddenly the monster halted from his tickles, his grip on her tightening a moment before loosening. She could feel his gaze moving down her body, pausing briefly on her ribs. He leaned back slightly, his arms rearranging themselves to better reach her midsection.

He began with a feather-light touch, his furry digits skimming the fabric of her shirt, tracing the line of her ribs from her armpit to her waist...

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The monster leaned in, his cold nose brushing against her ear as he whispered with a malicious giggle, "I've been waiting for this moment, my sweet. Soon, your belly button will be mine, but first, let's have some fun with these delightful little nooks." His furry fingers hovered over her armpits, poised like a maestro ready to conduct an orchestra of laughter.

As the first digit dipped into the softness of her armpit, Eleanor's body jolted in surprise, her eyes going wide. The sensatio...

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Her heart hammered in her chest, a wild drummer keeping tempo with the chaos in her mind. Panic coiled in her stomach like a serpent, but before she could scream, a furry hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her cries. The scent of his palm was faintly sweet, like the lingering aroma of candy floss at a deserted carnival. His other hand shot up, pinning her arms above her head with surprising strength. She wriggled and squirmed, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding, his arms as ...

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As she reached the edge of her bed, she felt a sudden, powerful grip on her waist, the coldness of the monster's touch jolting her out of her comforting delusion. With a yelp of surprise, she was yanked backward, her legs leaving the ground as she was pulled into the abyss of the closet. The world outside the closet door blurred into a smear of moonlit room, the bed she'd been so eager to reach now a distant memory. The monster's grip was firm, his six arms wrapping around her like a vice, th...

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And then, without warning, the tongue grew more eager, its girth increasing as it pushed into the folds of her sex. Lara's eyes flew open, her pupils dilating with shock and arousal as she felt the creature's tongue begin to probe her depths. It was a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a violation that seemed to be claiming her very soul. The creature's movements grew more urgent, its tongue sliding deeper into her pussy, filling her completely.

"Oh, God," she whispere...

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With a shaky exhale, she allowed the tension to seep out of her body, her shoulders dropping and her knees unlocking. She felt foolish, standing there in the moonlit embrace of her room, trembling like a leaf. The monster was just a figment of her imagination, a trick of the shadows playing on her overactive mind. She chuckled to herself, the sound echoing in the emptiness. "You're just tired," she murmured, her voice a comforting whisper in the stillness. "You're letting your fears get the b...

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She finally made it infront of the face of the door, her hand shaking as she reached for the knob. It was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the warmth of her palm. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation she'd been dreading for so long. With a twist and a gentle pull, the door swung open, the hinges protesting with a squeak that seemed to echo through the silent house. The darkness inside was so complete it was almost tangible, a velvet curtain drawn over the secre...

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With each step, she wished fervently for socks, for any barrier between her sensitive skin and the cold hardwood. The sensation of the floor against her soles was a stark reminder of her vulnerability. The floorboards creaked, a silent symphony of old wood protesting against her sudden movement. The sound seemed to echo through the room, amplified by the quietude of the night. She cringed with every step, imagining the monster's arms reaching out, ready to tickle the bottoms of her feet, a sp...

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Eleanor's breathing grew shallow as she sat up, her eyes darting to the closet door, noticing it hasn't been fastened. Eleanor has a phobia of unclosed spaces and now eager to affix the closet door but anticipating the monster peers from its shadows. The thought of the tickle monster so close sent her heart racing. She'd heard his whispers in the night, felt his feathery touches, but she'd never seen him before. Her hand hovered over the switch of her bedside lamp, trembling with indecision. ...

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Her gaze darted around the room, fear etched into her features, before finally settling on the rumpled fabric of her shirt. With a blush that painted her cheeks a soft pink, she tugged the hem down, covering the tantalizing strip of skin. Her belly button, now hidden from view, seemed to pulse with the beat of a distant drum, calling out to the monster. He watched as she adjusted her sweatpants, pulling them up to cover her hips, the movement eliciting a low growl from his throat. The sight o...

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Eleanor's eyes began to flutter open, a soft gasp escaping her lips as a cold draft caressed her skin. The monster's heart skipped a beat, and he realized he'd been caught in the act. With the agility of a cat burglar, he recoiled into the closet, his six arms retreating into his bulbous form as he pressed himself against the cool, dark wood. The space was tight, but he was an old hand at hiding, having stalked the shadows of her room for what felt like an eternity. His breath hitched, a sile...

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The monster's gaze lingered on the strip of skin revealed by her sweatpants, a tantalizing target that grew more alluring with each passing night. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the tiny, pinkish button nestled in the softness of her stomach. The thought of his digits dancing upon it made his pale flesh quiver with delight. He watched her chest rise and fall, the fabric of her shirt playing a delicate dance with her abdomen, the shadows playing tricks on his eager eyes. He could almost feel t...

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With a grace that belied his hulking form, the tickle monster ascended from his lair beneath the bed. His six arms unfurled like the petals of a deadly bloom, each tipped with a deceptively gentle finger. They hovered over her, poised and quivering with excitement, ready to pounce on her ticklish treasures. His eyes, two gleaming orbs of malicious mirth, bore into her slumbering form, as if he could see through the veil of sleep to the maelstrom of sensations he was about to unleash. He took ...

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Eleanor had always been a giggly child, her laughter bubbling over at the slightest tickle. Her parents had found her belly button to be an endless source of amusement, a button that could make her laugh uncontrollably. Their playful pokes and prods had been a staple of her childhood, a bonding ritual that had once filled her with joy. But as the years had passed, the game had changed. Her body had grown and with it, a burgeoning sense of modesty. What was once a delightful playground for her...

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Stretching languidly from a deep yawn, her small hand shot up, fingers splayed like the branches of a young tree reaching for the sky. The fabric of her baggy unicorn shirt tightened across her chest, revealing the outline of her youthful breasts before relaxing again. The shirt, now slightly askew, clung to her dainty frame, the hem riding up to expose a sliver of her midriff. The delicate skin there was unblemished, a canvas untouched by the sun, save for the faintest dusting of freckles th...

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The moon cast a silver glow through the crack in the curtains, painting stripes on the wooden floor of Eleanor's bedroom. The quiet hum of the AC filled the air, a gentle background to the occasional rustle of leaves outside her window. In the heart of the night, Eleanor laid on her back, her chest rising and falling steadily with each breath. Her pink-unicorn sweatpants, loose and cozy, had slipped down just enough to expose the top of her hipbones.

Early access post.

Tickle monster [The closet] intro

Yes you guessed it, this story is gonna be about tickling! I couldn't wait to get this out to show you guys. Also I was excited to cast Eleanor to be in this story. I hope you guys are ready!

There's gonna be 3 parts to this story, part 1 being (the closet)

This story was also inspired by: @JennyGirlArt on deviantart.

INTONATION

Eleanor finally got back home after a long day out with her friends. With her body acting and longing to lay down on her soft be...

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Despite her horror, Lara felt a traitorous ache in her core, a yearning that she couldn't ignore. The venom was doing more than just paralyzing her; it was altering her thoughts, making her crave the very thing she feared most. She knew it was wrong, that the creature's intentions were monstrous, but she couldn't deny the seductive whisper of desire that had taken root in her mind. The tongue hovered over her clit, the anticipation almost unbearable.

And then it happened. The spider's t...

Update

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Update

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The two spiders that had been holding her ankles took their cue from their mother's actions. With a synchronized movement that sent a chill down her spine, they began to pull her legs apart, the sticky threads acting as a perverse form of bondage. The muscles in her thighs strained against the restraints, but it was no use. The creatures were stronger than they looked, their legs pulling and retreating her feet close by her pelvis with a force that was both surprising and unyielding. Lara fel...

Update

I'm so bummed out, my mouse for my PC is acting up so I'm gonna have to take care of that before I can continue any stories. I have two more posts for the patreons and that's all I got till I get another one. Fingers crossed that I do really soon.

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Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the spider's mouth working, the fangs moving in a way that mimicked the suckling of a lover's mouth. It was a sensation that she had felt before, but never in such a perverse and terrifying context. The pain was intense, but it was layered with a pleasure that she couldn't deny. Her body responded with a shudder, her hips bucking involuntarily as the spider's venom began to take hold. Her thoughts grew hazy, her fear slipping away like sand through...