Pocahontas’s sneakers came off and those impossibly high arches shined under the light like forbidden fruit. Nails stroked her bare soles and her eyes went wide with panic as laughter poured out of her. Her body went wild, squirming like she was fighting off the devil himself. The proud Pocahontas was gone. She would never be the same after this.

The laugh hit her like a door in the dark. Big. Fast. No time to duck. She went red. She went loud. She went somewhere past words and stayed there. Every time she got close to a full breath, the fingers came back and took it. Her socks stayed high. Everything else came apart at the seams.

Stretched out on that bed, Pocahontas looked like she arrived her by mistake. The kind of mistake you can't take back. Once the tickling started, there was no saving her. Her body was too sensitive. Her arches were too high, too soft; the kind that fold under the first touch. She let out a laugh that shook the bed, a wild sound that didn’t match that sweet face. And just like that, she was gone, lost in the kind of laughter that takes the wheel and never gives it back.

Pocahontas watched as the shoes slid off, the socks peeled slow, and her bare soles were put on display. First tickle and her body went off like a rigged slot machine, laughs spilling everywhere. It was wild and ugly in the prettiest way... like a girl watching herself fall apart in real time, with no way out.

The first touch hit like a lie she didn’t want to believe. By the second, it was gospel. Pocahontas wasn’t just ticklish, she was possessed. Fighting it didn’t work. Neither did begging. All that was left was her body, her laughter, and the kind of panic that don’t need words. Only sound. And she made plenty.

The first touch hit like a lie she didn’t want to believe. By the second, it was gospel. Pocahontas wasn’t just ticklish, she was possessed. Fighting it didn’t work. Neither did begging. All that was left was her body, her laughter and the kind of panic that don’t need words. Only sound. And she made plenty.