Kill la Kill

    Just a pig in human clothing after all…     

    This fanfic is a “what if” fetish story which includes elements of extreme tickling, starring Satsuki Kiryuin and Nui Harime from “Kill la Kill”. Other characters make an appearance. Some spoilers may take place, please be warned.     

     - Life-fibber synchronization, Kamui Senketsu! - An explosive release of power emanated violently from the frame of the slender girl. Her purples eyes looking directly at her opponent with confidence - This is it - Said the girl, apparently to nobody in particular. Her short black hair, darker than the night, mixed with red defiant locks, was brushed by the strong wind flowing at the second highest spot on the plateau - What we were waiting for. Are you ready for this? - A voice that only she could heard answered - I can feel your blood pressure rising, don’t get carried away, Ryuko - - Yeah, no need to worry, I’m with you after all - It was the girl’s clothing the one she was speaking. What moments ago was nothing more than a black sailor outfit, in a matter of seconds, transformed into a curious and revealing black and red battle frame. However, it is said that looks can be deceiving, and despite the uniform not looking as the best equipment for a fight, the girl emanated an almost immeasurable powerful aura.
    However, the girl was not alone in the arena. The other person was not in the least concerned about her fighting intent. As she looked down at her, not only she did not falter to her animosity, but she matched it and even surpassed it with a prideful look. - Preposterous! - The sole of her white right long boot slammed the ground, heel first. The echo she produced, along with her presence did not allow for any sound to be heard. She gleamed with a glorious light that separated her, the elite, from peasants, just like the girl who dared to oppose her. Her strong lips and black eyebrows, locked in a serious expression, almost turned into a faint smile - Ryuko Matoi, you have defeated my Four Three-Stars. Thus, I acknowledge your strength! - She walked with firm steps, descending the stairs that separated her from the oblivious fool who dared to confront her. She was glaring at her with defiant eyes, a stupid look that would turn into despair soon enough. This time, the heir of the Kiryuin’s state did sneer at this thought. That was the way she did things: anyone who did not follow her, was just an obstacle for her to crush.
    She reached for her left sleeve on which four blue straps were attached. She pressed them in sequence as she got ready to answer that foolish Matoi girl - Life-fibber override, Kamui Junketsu! - A second transformation took place. The most authoritative person in the Honnoji academy’s changed her white military dress into a gear similar to the one her enemy was wearing. In opposition to that one, hers was white with blue stripes, an outfit as pure as her. Both rivals were on even ground, but only from a physical point of view. As no one could ever fathom to believe to be compared with her own greatness, she, Satsuki Kiryuin was above the rest of mere mortals. Only one of them readied their weapons, the black fighter held tightly one half of a massive red scissor blade. Satsuki’s gaze did not lower a bit, she did not acknowledge her opponent as a worthy one and she simply took Bakuzan, her mighty sword, but did not remove it from its sheath. This was not the first occasion their weapons crossed. This time the white fighter wondered if she would manage to experience amusement from their upcoming battle.
    The forces classed with great power. The struggle was enormous, almost impossible to imagine that two girls would be able to release that kind of destructive force.     

     - Disappointing… - Muttered the head of the academy’s student council in her personal chamber as she sipped the tea freshly brewed with the best intentions by her loyal assistant. A week had passed since she organized that pompous charade of the “student council tournament”. The main maverick to her plans of domination, the figure of Ryuko Matoi, had already been subdued. The main evidence was the special black uniform known as “Kamui” that was hanging inside a containing glass beside the one designed for her personal use. Black and white, freedom and subjugation, the contradictory truths that governed the world she was about to create. She felt triumphant over her last achievement; still, something inside her was not pleased with the outcome. The fight had been almost too easy. She expected a stronger opposition from one capable to defeat her personal elite. She was lost in her thoughts, to a extent that she did not notice that her cup of tea was empty as she brought it to her lips - Allow me to serve more tea miss - Said the diligent aged butler reaching for the tea pot with the most refined demeanours.

    She looked at the two pieces of clothing at the wall in front of her. 100% life-fibber, they were the ultimate weapon, granting their wielders strength above the natural order of reality. Thus, something that special could not be worm by any simple mortal. Satsuki, as she made her way to the top was more than fitting to done that white piece of cloth. However, to find someone such as the Matoi girl also capable of wearing one intrigued her. But in the end it was for naught. She rested her hands over her crossed legs. Her perfect body was covered in the academy’s uniform as she did not require the use of her Kamui at that moment. It consisted of a white officer jacket and white high-heeled trousers that matched it. A faint smile appeared in her royal-like lips, her deep-blue eyes fixated in the black sailor outfit restrained in an impenetrable prison. The girl had opposed the academy, that act itself was more than enough to sentence her to death penalty. Nonetheless, she had done an unforgivable mistake, to go up against her, the one and only Satsuki Kiryuin. No. Death was not the punishment she deserved, that would be an escape that the strong-willed girl would only dream, if she ever got the chance to sleep while attending her special “discipline” procedure assisted by the members of the student council, the Four Three-Stars.     

     - Oooh, feeling great today, isn’t it, little Satsuki? - A sweet bell-like voice suddenly was heard in the room. Satsuki’s butler was intrigued about this unexpected visitor and almost dropped the tea he was serving to his mistress. But she did not filcher a bit while taking the offered cup - Nui Harime - She said as she savoured the tea, her assistant had done an outstanding job once again - What is my mother’s master seamstress doing at my academy? - Suddenly, one of the nearest window’s curtains transformed into a human form. A master of disguise appeared. Hers was an innocent image. Despite wearing pink platform boots that covered her naked legs slightly above her ankles she was a short girl. Even if Satsuki was sitting while enjoying her tea, she did not have much ground over her on that regard. In addition to this, the pink dress she wore, that opened at the lower end like petals from a flower in full bloom, revealed some of the charms that little body had to offer, from the long, creamy, slender legs, to the modest cleavage her bosom showed, without neglecting her slim shoulders. Two enormous ribbons, one at her back and the other on her forehead, and a pair of pink wristbands completed her outfit, which had various heart shaped symbols. This ensemble, her massive blond ponytails and her sweet expression made anyone who looked at her believe that she was some kind of Lolita model; one who had never done anything bad in her whole life.
    But Satsuki knew better than that, she had already gotten used to look through that single deceiving blue right eye. The left one was missing, covered under a purple patch, a hint of the girl’s true mischievous nature. “A wolf in sheep’s fur” thought the black haired girl as she laid her eyes on the newcomer. She looked at her smile, fake like the rest of her, and confronted the girl - I think I have made a question - Her tone was demanding, capable of making even the Four Three-Stars, the top at the academy that only she surpassed, tremble in fear. Yet the childish girl’s smile grew bigger - Tehe…We are a bit full of ourselves - With little steps that were almost inaudible, she kneeled next to Satsuki, placed her head over her chair’s armrest and looked at her with eyes like a puppy’s, actually like a crooked one - Has something nice happened? Sat-Su-Ki? - Her tone was playful and her voice melodious, but her interlocutor did not fall for that, she could discern the hidden fact. Nui was aware of something and wanted to get information from her. “Very well, she will get something else instead”, her long hair waved as she got up, her eyes met her butler before directing them to the seamstress - Soroi, we have a visitor, prepare more tea - The professional bowed deeply - As you wish, I shall make haste - And left the room without making a sound, leaving the two girls alone.     

     - You can have that tea, I don’t want it - Said Nui, she lay on the floor over her stomach, her legs dangling as she watched Satsuki’s back - I’m still waiting for your answer - Commanded the tall girl in a tenor that left no place for reprisal. But once more, the innocent-looking girl ignored this and put a disappointed look on her face - You are soooo boring, little Satsuki - Silence followed. Satsuki’s serious expression was a pure contrast to the oblivious and happy look over Nui’s face - Don’t be so familiar with me - Said the head of the student council, finally giving up on any attempt to obtain an answer from the girl. But capricious as she was Nui spoke - I was checking on how things were going around here. Mistress Ragyo asked me to drop by and say hi - Satsuki got tense at the mention of her mother’s name, the final obstacle on her plans. Nui noticed this and continued - She also told me something else - Her smile changed, this was not an amiable one, but one full of ill intent as her eye fixated in the pair of Kamuis enclosed in the wall - That you had a little thorn plucked on your side - .
    Satsuki breathed heavily and walked towards the living weapons that were the pieces of clothing - As you said, there was a nuisance that was bothering me, however I got rid of it - Her fingers touched the black material of the Kamui known as “Senketsu” it shivered at the touch of her fingers, repudiating them - I don’t know where she came from or were she found this cheap copy of a Kamui - She unbuttoned her jacket - One thing is clear, it was no match for my Junketsu - The boots followed soon after until she wore nothing more than her underwear in front of the amused seamstress that was curious about her behaviour. The pale figure of the black-haired girl got covered in the white outfit, a matching image for her superiority - Oh, so you can wear Junketsu at will, huh? - Said Nui in a tone that was hard to decipher - I was made to wear it, to conquer it, as I will do with the world - As Satsuki’s words, which could be described as rebellious, left her lips she reached for her trusty Bakuzan - But there is one milestone I have to pulverize first in order to attain my goals - She unsheathed the blade and pointed the tip towards the girl, who did not feel concerned, even if the cold metal was touching the top of her little nose. She greened - Ohh, I think I’m starting to figure out what is going on here - Sang more than said Nui - Somebody is feeling overconfident after obtaining that Kamui! - Her blue eye looked straight at Senketsu.
     - You are one of the subordinates who is the closest to mother, I require some information and you will provide it to me - Said Satsuki menacingly. But Nui only dangled her legs ingenuously and smiled - Those are words of treason. What are you going to do if I refuse to help you? - For the first time she put foot on the academy Nui’s expression got serious, something that almost made Satsuki to feel a chill on her back. But she regained her resolve and replied - You die - .
    With a trained gesture she started the process that would lead to the transformation of her Kamui - Life-fibber override, Kamui Junketsu! - She was bathed in power and there was no way she would lose, however, as Nui got up and took a familiar half of a massive scissor, the only difference being that this was purple, she started to have doubts about the events she had just started - Sounds fun - Said the blonde smiling maliciously - Let’s play! - .     

    Mitsuzo Soroi knocked the door, as he was trained to do. He would not ever consider disrupting his mistress, let alone if she had visitors. He waited patiently at the frame of the closed doorway for a sign that would inform him that his presence was required once anew. His only concern was that the tea would get cold, a most dreadful waste if he were to be asked. He swore he heard some commotion inside his mistress room, but he was a professional and would not desecrate her sanctuary without her permission - Come in - Said finally the voice of the Kiryuin state’s heir. He brought a tray with a tea pot and two cups ready to be served. Unfortunately, the young lady was alone - If I may inquire - Dared to say Soroi - What has become of our visitor? - As she sat on her chair, accepting the cup that she was offered, Satsuki replied - Nui? You already know how unpredictable she is, she has simply left after she stated her business with me - She looked at him with something that could almost be considered a smile - Such a pity she missed the opportunity to try this one - The aged man felt the greatest of joy upon hearing these words. He was so happy that he did not notice the fact that even if her mistress was in her uniform, Junketsu was nowhere to be seen. He also didn’t notice as well a mysterious-looking object, as large as a human being, wrapped in cloth and hidden in one of the room’s corners…     

    Satsuki awoke slowly. She felt terrible. Her head was drowned in thick blur and it was hard for her to collect her thoughts. Far away, she heard a sound that she could not recognize, it was a low and sweet one, but, at the same time, devoid of any feelings. That only made her uneasiness to increase. Her eyelids managed to separate somehow, yet her vision had not totally returned, in addition to this, there did not seem to be many sources of light in the area she was in. Speaking of which, she could not help but to wonder about her current whereabouts. She tried to make a great effort by attempting to remember what had happened before she lost consciousness. All the while the humming sound got stronger; she felt it around her, surrounding her in circles. It was a voice, one she knew. It all came to her in an instant! She, Satsuki Kiryuin, had been utterly and completely defeated. She felt ashamed, never in her life she had took part in a fight that one-sided on which she was on the receiving end. The one who defeated her had taken her off-guard. Despite her appearance, her fighting abilities were inhuman. To make things worse she had not considered the possibility of her enemy using the missing half of the scissor blade, a powerful anti life-fibber weapon. Her Junketsu was no match to that mixture. She had gotten careless, and she knew for sure she was about to pay the consequences of her failure by the hands of the one who was jumping and singing a song around her.
     - Nui Harime, you’ve got some nerve for doing this to me - Said Satsuki upon realizing her current situation: she was hanging a few inches above the ground, her wrists tied together, from a chain that fell from the ceiling. Her ankles were in a similar fashion, restrained by a chain attached to the ground, although she had more space for movement on her legs. Still, her bare feet did not reach the ground. She tested her bounds, they were strong and was not probable that she would be going anywhere in a short-term space. She also noticed something that bothered her: her clothing, more exactly her lack of it. She was only wearing a pink set of underwear, bra and panties decorated with hearts. Clearly a joke of poor taste her captor did on her expense. The blond tailor looked at her with her only eye - Oh, poor Satsuki is mad. But you know, you were the one who attacked me first! - She giggled - It was natural I would defend myself - She danced around the place, like some kind of fairy from a tell-tale book, looking at her, examining her like she was a piece of meat. “More like a demon from La Divina Comedia” thought Satsuki. She took the opportunity to look at the surroundings, apart from the two girls, the chains and one beam of light that shone above the dark-haired one, there was nothing to be seen in the room. Grey concrete walls were the only thing that could be found there. Satsuki was confused, for how it was constructed it was clear that the space was still inside Honnoji Academy. Except that she knew the institution’s overlay by heart and was not aware of a place like this.
    Nevertheless, Satsuki’s deep thought was interrupted by the Lolita who decided to carry on with their conversation - But Satsuki, You have to admit I’m such a good girl - Her smile grew wider. Satsuki did not wish for nothing else in the world but to deliver a kick to that hypocritical visage - You were saying nasty things, like conquering the world and stuff. What if I told Mistress Ragyo directly? She would be mad about it - She touched her chin in a blameless gesture - This will be our little secret, alright? - Satsuki felt suspicious about this; there was no way in the world for Nui, her mother biggest lapdog, to give a blind eye to her declaration of rebellion. It was more than clear that the mischievous girl was planning something. She was not patient enough to follow her twisted games, she asked straight ahead - I doubt you have any good intentions inside you. Don’t try to hide it, you brought me to this secluded place and restrained me, speak now! What are you going to do with me? - .     

    Nui furrowed, she did not like her captive’s high and mighty attitude even in her precarious situation. But she smiled, an image of utter malice, soon enough she would learn about being humble.     

    The seamstress got on her tiptoes and held Satuski’s cheeks between her slim velvety fingers - You are so smart, little Satsuki - Her expression changed slightly - You see, I’m tired of you. Of you attitude, you take everything and everyone for granted. Have you ever worked for anything you got? I think not - Satsuki could feel the pressure over her face increasing as Nui’s grip did - You use life fibbers to cover your entire playground of an academy with Gooku uniforms. Have you ever tailored one of those yourself? And yet you wear a Kamui like it’s something normal! - That made Satsuki remember - Junketsu?! What have you done with it? - Nui sneered - You shouldn’t wear that, it doesn’t suit you. Also, I had to break it while we were playing - Those words took the restrained girl aback. Nui read over her concern and continued - But don’t you worry, it was a present from mistress Ragyo, so I fixed it. After all I’m her first seamstress. I improved it while I was at it - She looked away, Satsuki wondered where the twisted girl had hidden her gear. The blonde considered the aside as finished and went to the main topic of discussion - What really annoys me is how much mistress Ragyo looks on you, even if you are just another pawn for her. And what about me? I’m always the one left behind! I’m always working for her, not ever being noticed. But you are the one who gets all the fucking attention! FUCKING LITTLE SATSUKI, THE PRINCESS OF THE WORLD! - Nui’s delicate features turned into a maddening monster, Satsuki even believed that she saw her teeth getting sharper, like a beast’s. The tailor recovered her composure - But I’m ending this now. I’m getting rid of you and… - Out of nowhere, the girl put on a perfect costume of the one who was captive. It was impossible to know which of them was the real one. The imposter spoke in the same voice as Satsuki - I’ll take your place for a while. And maybe latter you’ll have some little accident, I may even tell Mistress Ragyo about your treason. That way nobody will mind if you disappear… - She smiled wickedly; Satsuki felt a chill upon seeing her own face contorting into that disfigured grimace. - We are going to spend some quality time together, we are almost sisters after all - Nui’s real face reappeared and got separated from Satsuki who was dumb folded - What do you mean by that? - The other simply smiled, her hands behind her back, she approached her, it was clear that she was hiding something - Don’t worry about that. Besides, we are going to play a game, and I’m the one doing the questions - .
    The pieces of the puzzle started to fit. Nui was planning on torturing her somehow. She was resenting about some secret she knew and used that as a pretext to let go some of her frustration. She could try, nothing would break her strong spirit - What are you laughing at? - Asked a confused Nui who did not expect that reaction from her captive - I’m laughing about your own foolishness. The more time you spend with me, the more people will grow suspicious about what happened to me. Besides, mark my words, when I break free you will pay for whatever you do to me. I spoke about treason? Maybe, but you have no evidence on that. Myself, I will have enough to demonstrate that you harassed me. Imagine what mother would do to you if she discovered about that. In the end you will lose - Satsuki was triumphant, all she had to do was to endure whatever Nui would do to her, and later use those same wounds as a proof against her. But something felt amiss, Nui not only was not concerned, but smiled at her as if she had missed a special piece of information - Little Satsuki, you are a moron. So full of yourself. You are so wrong. First, nobody will ever miss you - Her voice changed in order to mimic the black-haired girl’s - Your Four Three-Star have been commanded to carry on with their previous orders with renewed efforts until further notice - Nui’s voice went back to normal - And… - She showed the objects she was hiding - …What I’m going to do doesn’t leave any mark, a delicate torture fitting a little princess - .     

    Satsuki’s laugh filled the room, hers was an arrogant one - You really think that is going to affect me? You truly are naïve! - This was the last element of her victory. Her captor truly was as dumb as she looked with all her childish ribbons and heart-shaped decorations. Never in her life would she have thought about such a stupid method of torture, yet there was Nui, holding eight pink feathers, one in each space between her slender fingers. The blonde waited patiently in silence - Are you done? You sure have no idea how terrible I can be. I wonder how long will it take to make you crack? - She feigned obliviousness - I wonder what is great Satsuki’s, president of the student council, most ticklish spot - She approached the restrained girl with a serious expression - Time to get started with the game, the rules are simple: I ask you a question, you answer it, I tickle you, you don’t answer it… - She giggled, a cavernous sound - I tickle you until you go crazy. Actually… - Her expression turned into one of a maniac - …if you do that I’ll tickle you until you die! - . 
     - First question - Nui got one single feather on her right hand, holding the rest on her left one, and approached it to Satsuki’s open and exposed left underarm - What is that black Kamui? - The soft tip touched Satsuki’s perfect pale skin. She stood still looking at the front, ignoring that futile gesture. Nui continued with the interrogation with not much interest on any actual answers - It wasn’t made by Revocs, that I can tell. Then, where did you get it? - Satsuki closed her eyes, she could endure that, after all she had gone through various hardships in her life, always overcoming them, this was nothing compared to them. But a glint of doubt appeared in her mind, why was her skin trembling? For some reason she was having goosebumps, just because of a single little feather grazing her skin…It was unbelievable, but she had and would resist. She was Satsuki Kiryuin and was above that stupid game. The feather moved around her slick armpit up and down, desecrating a part of her body that nobody had touched before. Nui’s voice was heard again - I don’t think you are collecting those. So… - She paused, changing the tactic, this time she moved the feather in slow circles on that seemingly sensitive area. Satsuki moved unwillingly. - …That means there must be someone else wearing it - Why was she that preoccupied about the feather’s progress, her mind was fully occupied ignoring it. There was no explanation to that, yet her body reacted to that. Could that be that she had that kind of weakness? “Impossible” she thought, and put every single ounce of her will power to suppress the sensation that was governing her skin. All the while, Nui kept asking questions - Where is that person? It’s a guy? Or maybe it’s a girl? Is this person any good at fighting? - .
    And the feather not only moved around her armpit. It even explored the arm by moving upwards, that was not as bad in itself. Satsuki was surprised “Why on earth I’m worrying about that?” Then, a second feather attacked. Her remaining right underarm was assaulted as well by the delicate caresses of the pink hellish object. This time there was nothing she could do to resist. She bit her lips, shivered and hid her face behind her left arm - Remember the rules of our game? - Said Nui, happy to see that she was obtaining results - If you don’t answer me I will tickle you pretty badly - Satsuki felt her pride hurt and answered back - I have nothing to say to the likes of you! I am Satsuki Kiryuin and I…hi…hi - She gasped, her lips, usually locked in a stern gesture were deforming into a smile.
  
     - You said something? - Asked Nui, absentmindedly she was using the quills of the feathers to pinch the tender underarms - It didn’t sound like an answer, so… Tickle, tickle, tickle to you, little Satsuki! - She smiled impishly when she saw the reactions of her victim. She had one of the cutest faces a human could have: when they realized they were about to lose the battle. Actually, that was the second most adorable: the best one was when they succumbed to despair, which would be soon enough. Two feathers were proving to be pretty effective; perhaps to multiply that number four times would give better results…     

    Satsuki was gathering her thoughts on one simple task, to control her breathing. That way she could ignore the alien feelings she was having. How could something as precarious as tickling be that bothersome? She would never find an answer as she discover with dread that Nui was going for and all-out attack with the eight feathers. This time the target was not only her armpits - Ngh… - She gasped, trying to hold the laughter that wanted to be freed - You will not get away wit this…hehe - Nui sighed upon listening to this. She was exploring Satsuki’s navel area with the most satisfactory results, as she saw her tummy quiver in response - Are you still with the proud and mighty act? - She gave special attention to her belly button - That’s pointless, the soon you accept it the better: you are ticklish and you will suffer for it - She paused, savouring her reactions - Actually it doesn’t matter what you do, I’m going to keep tickling you for as much as I want! - She was tormenting her two hips at the same time. Satsuki was doing her best, but faint giggles could be heard. If that was not enough, Nui still got a trick under her figurative sleeve as her dress did not have any of the like.
    Satsuki’s back was now the area of her faultless body being tickled when she heard Nui start to sing a melody that would test her nerves and her resolve:
    There was a chatouilleuse Satsuki
    So proud and strong she thought she’d be
    But as soon as you touch her ticklish body she laughs
    She was a chatouilleuse one indeed!
    The added teasing was too much for the proud Satsuki who was on her limit - What’s hehe… with the song… - Nui stopped her taunting and gave her a significant look - I am the one doing the questions. I think you want to be tickled more. And there are plenty of spots I haven’t tried yet! - She crouched and used the feathers to traverse around Satsuki’s long and astounding legs. When she got to the back of the knees the black-haired girl could not help but to cinch and squirm in protest. Anytime Nui descended, the feathers would torment her ankles and the top of her feet. Even if she refused to accept the reality she was in, her body was more than aware and scrunched her toes in advance for the tickling that would take place if Nui went for her soles. But she did not and only repeated the motion around her legs. Up and down she went, to the sides, no centimetre of her legs was left untouched.
    It was fair to say that, to this point, Satsuki could not hide the fact that the torture did have an effect on her. She had a wide grin on her face and her body was writhing around, trying to escape. If that was not enough her giggling was gaining in intensity and proper laughter went from her throat.     

    Then, the desired moment of respite came. Nui stopped, looking at her with expectation - Say little Satsuki, isn’t this fun? At least you are laughing! - She kneeled before Satsuki’s preoccupied gaze and undid the restrains in her left foot. Even if the tickling had drained some of her strength she attempted to retaliate by kicking the blonde. To no avail, with one single hand she gripped her ankle and held it immobile, such was the power of the seamstress, who lifted the foot to her eye level - Time to step things up. Maybe your cute little feet are ticklish? Time to find it out - She said in a musical tone and approached the feather, waving it in an irregular pattern, slowly, maddening. Satsuki moved the foot away, the anticipation was killing her. Although the infernal instrument was a few inches away she could already feel the tingling in her skin and wriggled her flawless toes. Hers was a perfect foot, almost divine, with tender soft and beautiful skin that promised to be ludicrously ticklish. The feather approached slowly and relentlessly. The high-born closed her eyes as a reflex response. Only one millimetre separated the ticklish skin with the soft hairs that made the feather. She tried to convince herself that it would not be that bad. She had to remain strong, but her body knew what a huge lie that was.