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“Butterscotch squealed with laughter, quivering in his tight bondage bag. When Eris had suggested the two of them share a nice, quiet together, this is certainly not what he’d imagined. Eris hadn’t told her what they would actually be doing. All she’d said was “You’ll love it. Trust me,” giving her an alluring look with her malicious eyes. Soft-spoken Butterscotch had only gulped and whispered, “O-okay. I trust you…”

He had to admit, Eris wasn’t wrong. This was… intense! The poor boy giggled fitfully, blushing from cheek to sole as his naughty lover teased, tortured, and tickled him incessantly. Soft, prickly feathers, lovingly plucked from his own wings, caressed his engorged cock. They lightly brushed up and down his tender flesh, torturously drawing rivulets of creamy precum forth. Each slow sawing stroke drew a moaning giggle from the overly aroused the poor boy.

But that wasn’t the only punishment the helpless Butterscotch had to endure. Down at the other end of the couch, another copy of his sadistic lover sat, her attentions entirely upon Butterscotch’s soft soles. They were as creamy and as tempting as the boy’s namesake, delicate to the touch and oh so tender. Eris simply couldn’t keep her lion’s claws off of those ticklish tootsies. The cruel points traced every delightful curve of those taut soles. Butterscotch’s wriggling toes showed exactly every time Eris found a particular tender spot. Every time a particular stroke made the helpless boy cry out in ticklish surprise, Eris could feel her nipples harden intensely.

Meanwhile, the other Eris whispered evil nothings into Butterscotch’s captive ear. “Ooo, what a poor, ticklish little thing you are. Mmm, you are mere second away from popping, aren’t you? Why wouldn’t you be, with these heavenly feathers stroking your tender cock,” she hissed, gently nuzzling her muzzle against her lovers. Butterscotch only whimpered and giggle in response.

“Why, I’m shocked you’ve managed to last this long… Perhaps we should find out how many times you can go in one night? Doesn’t that sound like fun. We’ll, it’s not like you can resist. You are much too bundled up to resist. Are you ready to cream and scream, my tasty little treat?” she giggled, coaxing the ticklish boy every closer with each fiendish sweep of the sunny quills.

“N-nohoho! Plehehehease! Thahahat tickles! That really, rehehehally tickles! “ begged Butterscotch, laughing hysterically as his teased soles and feathered cock drove the poor boy to ecstatic arousal. He had no idea how much more he could take, but he had a sinking feeling he was about to find out…

Perhaps… when this was all over… if he asked really nicely… they could do this every night…”