Miskitten Identity

Finally at home! Morning had not been very pleasant, the cues were there; he should have noticed when he could. Instead he chose to ignore them. For starters, the snooze function of his alarm clock did not work as it should; meaning he almost lost the bus, having no time at all for a quick breakfast. Classes were no less productive when one teacher did not appear and other suddenly told him as his peers to perform a surprise exam. Following this, on the ride back, the bus got a flat tire, adding one more hour on his already horrible day. To top it all, when he was about to arrive his realm of well deserved tranquillity, a llama spat on him. The third that week, it was starting to become a problem.
“I should buy a stronger repellent!” He thought. But none of that mattered as soon as he took a most needed and refreshing shower; Codricor was a new man, free of llama’s saliva and the tiredness of a senseless morning. Ahead, an afternoon full of possibilities waited for him. What to do? Would he take a nap? Play some videogames? Watch a series? Perhaps draw some fetish art?
“That’s right; I still owe a few pictures to some pals. I should get going” He said to nobody “But first I need some pants, you can’t make art without pants!” Armed with a towel he began searching for the priced set of clothing that would increase his drawing skills, or not, at least he would not get cold.
Unexpected to him, a knock on the door was heard. He wondered who could it be.
“Wait a moment; I’m not wearing any pants!” He exclaimed, hoping whoever it was would be patient enough for him to find his clothing.

Once his quest for pants was over; he eagerly opened the door to find, nobody at all. He found it weird, considering the insistence whoever came was calling. Shrugging his shoulders, accepting he was wasting his time, he was ready to close the door. Then he noticed the parcel on the ground. Curiosity took the best of him while he crouched to get it.
A fortunate thing to do though, a well-aimed saliva missile almost hit his head.
“You again!?” He exclaimed in Spanish “Go away!” But the llama prepared another round that hit against the door that closed fast with a loud bang.
“Stupid llama! What have I ever done to it?” Thought Codricor while resting his back against the closed gate.

He left his quadruped preoccupations to investigate the parcel: it was light, not very big, neither small, with a familiar shape.
“A DVD? But I didn’t order for any movies lately…” He whispered.
It was a peculiar DVD though; the box only had one message written with shaky calligraphy


Whatever it meant, the necessity to know was stronger than any sensible use of logic and he opened the package, extracted the disc inside to insert on the nearest device. Unfortunately he was a bit overexcited and did not realise he was attempting to play the video on a CD player.
“My bad!” He said before sitting on his personal couch in front of the TV.  This time he had picked the correct device. He pressed the familiar triangle-shaped symbol and waited for the recording to play.  Once it started, his mouth went agape.

“Calvina! This isn’t funny you kmeanow!” He recognised the amber eyes, burning with unparallel rage, of Angel, a girl who would appear more than once when he least expected to kick him on his royal bells at the shout of “Jackass!”. His groin shivered at the thought. However, he and his little friend were safe, since the cat-girl was safely strapped on the floor. “You said this was a pyjama party!” She said aloud.
“And a pyjama you are wearing, I don’t see the problem my dear Angel” Replied a calmed voice out of screen that he recognised at Calvina’s. Upon hearing those words he noticed the bound girl wore a pink set of sleeping suit that was familiar, although he could not put his finger on where he had seen it. The camera was shaky for him to fully tell.
“Untie me right meow!” Said the girl hissing; her hair getting on their ends as, just as she was, a cat “You will regret this! Once I’m out I’m going to tickle you until you cry, but I won’t stop, not at meowall!”
This threat did not seem to affect the internet diva who merely replied.
“But that would be against the agreement we had, remember?” Angel blinked at this before coughing when a cloud of smoke covered her face.
“Agreement, what are you talking about, meow?!” She said coughing “This has gone too far for a joke!”
“Don’t you remember?” Codricor jumped on his seat when a finger appeared in the camera’s POV “You sure were drunk Angi!” Once he recovered from the scare, he realised the one who had interrupted was Nia Greenharp, apparently in charge of the camera and not making a great job out of it.
“Nia!” Said Calvina out of sudden “We are not supposed to record just yet, turn that thing off!”
“Aye, aye ma’am!” Replied the angel-demon crossbreed before the screen got dark.

Codricor blinked unable to understand what he had seen. Just when he was about to pinch himself to confirm whether or not he was dreaming the screen went back on.
Just as before, Angel was struggling against her bonds. However, there was a noticeable surprise: a girl sat in a predicament similar to her wearing the garments that should belong to the bi-colour-haired girl. She was an astounding beauty with a long silver mane who examined her surroundings in terror.
“Nya...Nyani? Doko desuka?” She spoke in Japanese, she turned to both Angel at first and then to Calvina “Anyata wa, dare?” She added pitifully.
“What did she say, Calvi?” Asked Nia, smiling anxiously like a pup eager to play.
“Get in character” Replied Calvina in a low voice, hitting her gently in the stomach with her elbow. Nia got the indirect, cleared her throat and said.
“It sure was hard to catch that kitty!” Said the green-haired girl in a flamboyant tone.
“You are right, this eccentricity sure was hard to capture. But we managed somehow” Angel, who looked at their act in silence could take no more.
“Cut it out!” She glanced at that other cat-girl sitting next to her “And just who is this other cat? Why is she wearing my clothing? What is she saying? I don’t understand anything she says meow!” Yet, her complains fell on deaf ears.
“Black Hanekawa” Upon hearing her name, the girl donned in the red and black clothes stiffened. Calvina addressed her in perfect Japanese, while Nia exchanged her eyes from one to the other, just as if she was a spectator in a tennis match. The more Calvina spoke, the more worried the expression in Hanekawa turned.
“Cho dan janyai!” She replied “Kusuguri desu ka? Honto? Hanyase, ima mo!”
“So no tori da!” Replied Calvina, who aimed her gaze at the patient Nia “She knows what awaits her, supposedly she’s the real deal...” She said smiling, the crossbreed retuned the smirk.
“Now that I think about it, we were supposed to secure and tranquilize the eccentricity called Black Hanekawa, even if she’s not black... But there are two of them!” She said exaggerating.
“That’s true, how will we tell who’s the real one?” Asked Calvina in a voice that showed she already knew the answer to that rhetorical question.
“This is a problem, what should we do? They are identical!” Commented Nia, echoing the auburn-haired diva’s statement."What?" Angel burst again "We are not alike at all!" Her words were ignored once more.
“I say we work on the two of them, just to be sure”. Interjected Calvina.

Out of sudden, Angel’s eyes went agape; from Calvina's pocket a shiny green feather appeared in her hands.
“No way” She whispered “That’s mine! You can’t have the atlantian feather!” She fought harder against her boundaries “I thought you said you wanted to try it!” She said glaring at her captor “Why tying me up and what’s with the silly acting?”
“Of course I want to try it." She paused and added with a malevolent smile "With you. Besides, the contract you so happy signed says I can borrow it whenever I want, no matter whoever I use it on” Replied Calvina in an aside. She recovered her composure and continued with her rehearsed performance.
“With this little device I’ll have the two of them relaxed in no time” She said waving the feather in the air. Angel swallowed hard, her toes curled; knowing what would happen if that monstrous relic touched her sensitive skin. She had turned stoic girls intro crazy lifeless puppets, laughing at her will. And now she was about to experience the same.
“But” Calvina interjected “I only have one feather, enough for one of these’s cats’ paws, but not for the two of them...”
“Don’t worry” Said Nia all of sudden “I think I can handle this” Her tail waved in the air and coiled next to the atlatian feather “I always though natural means are far better than artificial tools”
“Interesting” Said Calvina “I wonder what will make them laugh the more, my plume or our fluffy tail?”  Her smile turned into one of sadistic evil “Let’s find out”.

Codricor forgot about moving, breathing or doing anything that was not using his eyes not to miss any detail of this video. The pair of feathers advanced towards the tender feet of the duo of captive girls who reacted in contrasting ways. Angel threatened and trashed with all of her might. Hanekawa merely waited in silence, knowing that she would have to live through once more the impotence of being tied down while having her soft soles defiled with the teasing touch of a feather. She was already giggling at the mere thought.
The tips of the feathers danced in the air, the skin of their soles became stiff out of pure tension and...What happened next would be only for Codricor to feast his eyes wirh. After all one’s birthday is a special date that only happens once a year!

A bit delayed birthday present for my good pal , I meant to finish and upload this on time, but I was attending a fetish party, I think I have a sensible excuse.
Not much to say, here we have Angel and Black Hanekawa about to get tickled by Calvina Anderson and Nia Greenharp. Consider this a kind of sequel to Medidas Anti-Stress ,and what is that contract they are talking about? You'll have to wait until Codricor finishes a drawing he started during an streaming recently!

Angel is copyrighted by Codricor1.
Black Hanekawa is copyrighted by Nisio Isin.
Calvina Anderson and Nia Greenharp are copyrighted by Divjustice.

Funfacts:
-Llamas everywhere in Peru? Of course, God bless stereotypes!
-I hope Codricor likes this, because I sure don't. I spent a ilogical amount of time for a picture that was supossed to be a quick sketch. Just the initial idea took me 4 hours to do, the posing didn't want to come out right at all!.
-I know I forgot to put some faces on Hanekawa's pyjama, refer to the previous fact.
-Since this is supossed to be the video Codricor received, I added a bit of a filter to simulate the effect.
-Isn't that the infamous atlantian feather? About time Calvina gave it a try!
-The idea of drawing these two together came, not only because Hanekawa is Codricro's waifu, but when I saw Angel's redesing I thought she looked a lot like the former.
-These two may be cat girls but...I'm a dog guy www.youtube.com/watch?v=kdhhQh…
-Kudos to for making an awesome comment while colouring this on an streaming: "Oh, a shiny feather, that or it has belonged to the Armstrong family for generations". My hat's off at this Full Metal Alchemist reference.
-To those who need help with the Japanese, here's is what they are saying:
Black Hanekawa: What? what is this place? Who are you?
That can't be true. Tickling? For real? Release me now!
Calvina: That's right!