The Monsters of the Featherlands *Part 6*
Desperate and helpless, the minutes ticked slowly ticked by for the courageous fairy and the human teenager. Their ticklish, delicate laughter transformed the droll Badland canopies into a festival of their careless downfall. Jesters from all over the dense, unforgiving jungle flocked to the bellowing cries in droves. Many witnessed the glorious spectacle of their newest additions with merry. The jesters were childish and primitive in their lack of pause for the plight of the girls. Wanting only to play and play for hours, they did so with reckless abandon. Immobile and stretched for easy access, the Badland jesters made quick gains on exploiting Lilly and Erica's most ticklish spots.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! PPPLLLLLHHHHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Erica endured a primary assault against her hypersensitive belly and navel from the leader of the tribe while other, smaller members were granted roam of her sides, hips and pits. The fairy thrashed back and forth wi