WCNCA 03 - Tasty Treat by DivJustice

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The pleasure she had felt, the thrill of the game, the rush of adrenaline at the possible thought at succeeding in doing what she was ordered, everything she hoped to achieve by pleasing the orders, all vanished in thin air. One second ago her pretty little hand was about to end a very fun game of cat and mouse, where she was the mouse outfoxing a cat, now she was scared for her life. The power of life and death in the air was still hanging on her tongue, yet her role in this play had changed. And for the second time in history, she was afraid. So very afraid it scared her even more. Those eyes were the ones of death itself as they glared over the unconscious body and back to her. Then that 'thing' drew a mighty blade from whatever contraption it held in it's left hand and readied another swing, probably more dangerous then the one who almost struck through. Sure, she had her Aura to deflect the attack, but as good as she was, she was out of her league against this creature. With pail white eyes, she jumped back and ran for it. A trip she made all the way back into the nearby but abandoned hide out of her leader.

Normally she wasn't one to disobey or retreat, but not even the toughest can stay strong in the face of death itself. Well, most, considering she was working with a woman who was death incarnate if she wants to be, all she could do was hope for the best. Yet, as far as that went, she hadn't failed up until this point. And she always had to lay low if things got hairy. Well, this plan surely would have caught the attention of all the military force available in the city of Vale, so she was actually doing what she was told. Partially, anyway. As she pushed the door open and closed it again, the grip of fear lessened. The beating of her heart in her chest began slowing down and her breath became regular and soft again. She had to take a few of those deep breathes, but in the end she was safe again. She signed and looked around in the empty warehouse. It's weird seeing all the containers, all the weapons, dust and crew gone. It gave the place a very dark and spooky look. Something like the ideal haunted place. Luckily I don't believe in ghosts, she thought to herself laughing. With casual ease, she began strolling back through the halls. She knew where to meet her boss again, but she was not that eager to go back out, afraid that thing was still hunting her. She could feel it, those eyes burning on her back as she mentally recalled the scene and shivered. She looked over her shoulder to be sure, nothing was there. But she could feel like she was being watched. She was being hunted. Was it all just a phantom impression? Had the sight of that thing spooked her more then she admitted to herself? Was it really behind her? She made a pirouette and gazed around, her eyes back to being brown and pink in respectively left and right eye lenses.

Something was actually hunting her, a creature of her own summoning no less. With the same kind of deep red eyes as the thing that had attacked her. Only, this one was much more stealthy and careful about this. In it's eyes, way up in a crevice of the warehouse roof, where it had made it's home after a spike in negative energy, lurked a true hunter. Having been chased off by other hunters nearby, this older and wiser but less mobile Grimm had to give ground to younger, more buffed up newborns that had been claiming the grounds. If it could think with emotion, it would have felt angry at this. Yet there was only the intelligence of having lived longer and longer. And in that, it had also learned to survive by using it's smarts over it's brawn. As Grimm go, this one wasn't a powerhouse, more like a heavy weight trying to casually survive in a speed blitz. So having done it's trick of smarts before, this Grimm became even more cunning, able to plan, trick and even bait rivals into positions it could hunt better. Other animals even respected it and gave it the room it needed. So when the doors had opened and this triple coloured human being walked in, all bathing in fear and despair, it was like a lamb to the slaughter. Yes, it didn't need to eat, but each Grimm had a natural instinct to attack and kill everything that was Human or Faunus.
However, this one was smarter. It had learned from the past and had noticed how a weird human reaction drove off the Grimm because it repulsed them. Like the bad smell of rotting food on a dinner table, the Human nature could work it's way to drive the Grimm off. Well, not completely but ward them of a bit more easily. And now, this little Human had presented itself for this majestic Grimm. All it needed, was to make the ideal plan and things would be golden from then. So it began moving and setting up it's devious plan. First by dripping thin drops of grey drool in a crescent shape to which the Human would walk. That was the first of many, which in the end would deliver a glorious end. The Human would have no way out of this, no matter the situation. Eagerly, it's red eyes focused and kept a fixed glare, observing and planning.

She had that feeling, the feeling of eyes burning on her back. She began walking backwards, her gaze shooting left and right attempting to identify what was spying on her or where the attack came from. Completely convinced the incarnation of death had followed her from the train, she stepped back before turning on her heels and walking forwards, nervous but also aware of everything around her. With the motion in her body and the momentum up she barely failed to register the sound of something stepping in mud. She tried to look around, but had trouble lifting her feet. That's when she looked down and froze, her eyes becoming pale white again. Standing in a big crescent shape of a grey liquid, her high heeled boots were stuck, the substance that she wasn't planning on sticking around to find out what it was, adhered to the soles of her shoes. Pulling a foot up, revealed several strands stretching before ultimately being pulled back, like elastic glue lines. This couldn't be happening! She was stuck and something was hunting her. That's when panic took a hold of her and she did something she had never done before. Little Neo inhaled in sheer terror and began flailing her arms around in search of something to help. After a wild flail or two, her left hand brushed against something solid. Her eyes snapped to the left and saw a black dangling rope that was fairly thick, but in her panic, she failed to register this as a threat and took it as a happy way out. Dropping her umbrella out of reach from the sticky substance, she unbuttoned her boots and grabbed hold.
At first, say a hand or three, she managed to climb up, her bare feet dangling just below the ground. The idea of the substance touching her white and brown nail polished toes and touching her pink, tiny, silky feet, was repulsing to her. But the panic had already numbed that out. As well as her common sense that was screaming at her for doing this. As she placed a third hand to pull herself up, the rope spun to life!
In the panic of the chase, Neo had failed to register how the rope became thicker with each climb she made. Now, the tip lassoed itself around her arms and by some random way, managed to pin them against her delicate midriff. The tip seemed to taunt her, wiggling about a bit, before looping another coil around her arms, restraining her hands and waist. She could see two blaring red eyes above her head, still seeing how a massive blackness reached up to those eyes. She began flailing her legs and shook her head. Then the thing, which Neo figured was a snake's body, shifted it's coils. Neo could feel how she was spun around, as the muscles of the body rubbed against her, grossing her out again, as the tail worked and coiled up and up. She could see the door pass twice, that's when the tail ended, a firm hold around the shoulders and a loose caress of her neck. There she was, waist up stuck in black coils that were all muscle and no way to escape. Next thing was that she was lifted upside down and reeled in. Spinning around again until she was staring down onto the floor where the grey icky stuff remained and her weapon rested. She was all stuck with nowhere to go and trapped in a Taijitu snake. The weird part is, the white head was nowhere to be seen. And as far as mobility worked, she was completely stuck. All snuggly caught in coils, with her toes pointing down and the hot air of the snake breathing on her arches. Now all that remained was waiting for the sickening feeling of death's cold embrace.

And sickening she did feel, but differently. As first she thought she was dreaming, come now, what are the chances of something like this happening? One moment she was caught in an embrace not even an intimate lover could beat and next she felt that warm and fleshy thing slobber over her feet. She couldn't see what happened, her eyes fixed on the weapon that could have been her salvation, but she was more then aware of how the warm tongue touched her. The feeling of it's warm, fleshy shape cuddling up close to her arches. The sensation of a slobbering coating of saliva dripping and leaking between the space of her toes, the same toes where the split of the forked tongue was snaking it's way in between her toes, teasing the skin and looking for tasty spots. And most importantly, she could feel the wave of laughter flowing through her lungs and over her ice cream lips as the tongue was horribly and relentlessly tickling her. With every lap being a true hell for her poor and sensitive feet, high on edge from the previous engagement and just standing on her heels for so long. Working for her boss wasn't the type of work which allowed you to sit down and rest often.

Just imagine, a creature that's bend on slaughtering all things human and this one had her coiled up like prey, but was having a lick at her feet. Neo's laughter was louder then giggles but as hard as she tried, she could still resist to a point. The tips of that forked tongue slithering between her toes and driving her senses wild wasn't helping her out though. Neither was the warmth of the saliva or the gentle way of how the snake applied it's lapping tickles. It had something protective or careful about it. Something that confused Neo as she went from panic to despair, ready for death and now to ticklish ice cream cone. The coils being the horn of biscuit and her toes and feet being the sweet cherry on top. The snake itself was being very meticulous indeed. Pulling the forked tongue back, hissing it back out and eagerly but carefully licking again. The arches were coated again, earning a fresh delivery of laughter, as the forked parts began terrorizing the toes again. Flossing between them and being dragged out again as the lick ended and was done again. Like clockwork, this process went on forever and forever.

Neo's cheeks reddened as the licking became more eager. The saliva making her feet, the licking soothing her nerves from the confines of the boots, more sensitive and therefor more ticklish. Neo struggled in the coils, seemingly adding to the joy of her tormentor. Meanwhile, tears formed in her eyes as the tickling reached a new point. From horrendously torturous to insufferably confusing. She could feel the tickling, rolling through her like air currents, warm her from the inside. Each breath she took made her toes tremble and twitch, and as soon as they did so, the tips of the tongue would tease them some more. No matter how she looked at it or how things moved. Neo was undeniably in both heaven and hell at the same time. And if the snake could speak, it would need several more heads then the one it lost long ago to a red bladed assailant, it needed to speak more languages and even have an added translator to convey how and what tastes this lovely treat was. Her soles were delicately tender, her toes were bubbly sweet. And her taste was unlike anything before. Sure, Grimm didn't need to eat or attack something as they weren't the creature to have digestive systems. But if it was an eater, this would be the delicious treat you only taste once a life time. A taste that changes your entire look on 'what was tasty' as tasty didn't cover it anymore. It was as if the most tasty food ever, was suddenly nothing but a cheap crispy thing. This was soft to the taste and lasted seconds afterwards. Needless to say, the Taijitu was enjoying itself a LOT!

The original plan was also working. Thanks to both the ticklish laughter and the weird pleasure, like a massage to tired feet after a long day of work, made such a powerful form of positive energy that the other Grimm were instantly chased of. Where as the Taijitu could feel the discomfort from the positive energy, they all drive from despair. But deep and technically down, despite the positive breaking from her lips, it was still negative. Given that she was tightly caught and had nowhere to go. However, no matter how good you plan, random stuff will always happen especially considering an older man was making his way towards the city. His mission out in the fields had reached a pain staking hold and he had some business to attend to with individuals soon to arrive, or already arrived, in the streets of Vale. For now all he really cared for was some peace and a water hole to drink as he deserved a little treat after another round of Grimm and real life lessons. Yet, walking gently through the woods, a single crow occasionally spooked by his presence, would flap it's wings and go away to more tranquil places. He had to note that there was a way less population of Grimm. They had either relocated or were chased of by another team of Huntsmen. He shrugged before noting a strange sound that didn't fit the forest, especially not in the volume. Laughter? Out here?

Sparked by his line of work and occupational choice, he closed in to an abandoned warehouse, traces of age already showing even though the tragedy of Mount Glenn wasn't all that long ago. And yet, still the sounds of laughter seemed to come from inside the structure. The door was even closed. So something in there was completely wrong or he had stumbled on some weird new Grimm. He approached as cautiously as he could, drawing his sword from his back. He slipped through the door opening and took a look around the storage space. Either something was here and cleared out, or something was misplaced. It had recent usage, fairly obvious traces indicated that. But yet it was abandoned. A mystery indeed, he'd have to report that to...

A shriek of laughter awoke him from thought. His gaze drifted to the ceiling, where he noticed the most bizarre thing happening. A girl with pink and brown hair, eyes as white as the head of a King Taijitu, a smile almost as bright as the innkeeper he had seen a while back and an expression of fear unlike he had ever seen. Fear of the black Grimm that had her coiled up and was licking up her feet. He was so amazed he forgot to save her that instant and took a moment to process this scene. Until he noticed she was in tears and he leaped up to slice the creature's head of. His blade slicing clean through it. A short while later she had collected her stuff and was standing before her. Nodding grateful, but clearly on edge because of him being there. He had a funny feeling, he was dusty and old. But he wasn't stupid. Yet he tried to play it off...
'Well, you alright miss?'
She didn't respond to his raspy voice.
'Grimm got your tongue?'
Again her eyes were fixed on him, white.
'Not much of a talker are ya...'
Neo shook her head.
'Well, I'll still want you taken in for questioning. What were you doing here anyway?'

Before he could respond, a flash of light appeared and the girl was gone. He sighed...
'Well, that was weird...maybe I should quit drinking...'
A gentle laugh rolled over his lips as he laughed at that stupid idea...

Another one down! This time we got the cute but mysterious Neopolitan having her creamy feet licked by a Taijitu snake. 

Neopolitan and all of the characters mentioned in the story are copyrighted bu Rooster Teeth.

Fun facts:
-I had a very long conversation with DarkShaquille about the Taijitu snake. To think about the silly things one can worry about. The arguing was something in relation to "is this the King Taijitu in the series or just a smaller one? Because if it was the one in the series... Neo is too small in comparison, the whole picture would be just the snake!" And a long conversation followed about the nature of snakes overall.
-Drawing a tickling piece of a character who doesn't talk is interesting.
-Drawing hard from people upside-down is not an easy task!
-Another picture done with no references whatsoever, yay!
-On a completely unrelated note: I've seen the japanese trailer of RWBY, man the voices are really nice, specially Yang's!
-Did you know? Napolitan ice-cream, on which Neo is based, it's called "chambi" in Spain.