Brought you by the lovely anonymous benefactor, another commission, this time a sequel to the first Chamber of Laughter pic. Go read it for some context, ya goof. =P
The young dragons, Emmy, Max, and Enrique, who had only recently been transformed into dragons were quickly getting used to their new lives as dragons alongside their long-time friends. In a time of recent uncertainty and adjustment, the elder Quetzal introduced them to a mystical cavern aptly dubbed "The Chamber of Laughter", the happenings within filling them with mirth and contentedness. After not long though, the kids returned one morning to the chamber asking Quetzal to make them laugh some more. He smiled and waved his hand, opening the entrance from afar, and the young dragons scurried in.
As before, they sat in their beanbags and propped their feet in the wooden grooves, and the upper portion lowered down from the ceiling over them. They all collectively tugged on the restraint and wiggled their toes reflexively. Quetzal smiled at them and told them there would be four phases this time, each one designed to summon a different level of joy. They looked on curiously at him, having to ask what a "phase" was. He explained and clapped his hands once, and the unusually comfortable metal shackles materialized around their wrists, followed by the chains that pulled their arms up and over their heads. Quetzal took a seat in his large beanbag, and with a wave of his hands, the four phases of mirth began.//
Phase 1: Snickering: Quetzal snapped his right hand's fingers softly, and a mess of feathers floated down from the starry ceiling. He waved his hand, and the feathers began to glow and soon started to stroke and tease the dragon's feet and toes. All at once, they began to gently giggle and wiggle their feet in a relaxed manner, toes curling and splaying at random. Their feet, while soft and smooth, had grown more resilient to soft stroking due to being barefoot in the grass so much, but as more feathers stroked and spread out across their soles more, their soft laughter picked up in speed and volume, but remained ever playful and amused, until after a while Quetzal decided it was time to move on.
Phase 2: Giggling: Quetzal waved both hands outward, then up, dispersing the feathers and returning them to the magical essence above. The kids breathe a contented sigh, their feet relaxing after scratching away the feathery tingles with their toes. Once they'd relaxed, the elder dragon snapped his left fingers, and little ropes formed around the young ones' big toes, pulling them upward. They tensed their toes, grinning a little, knowing it always tickled more the less they could wiggle. Quetzal snapped his right fingers twice, and small brushes appeared from the ceiling as the feathers did. With a wave of his hand again, the little toothbrushes started up scrubbing the plump feet waiting patiently. Immediately the chamber was filled with echoing squeals and quick giggles, and the feet all started to wiggle as far as the ropes would allow them, curling and flexing their unrestrained toes. After only a bit, Quetzal got up and walked over to the kids, batting some of the brushes away to the adjacent feet, only to start lightly scritching Max's and Enrique's feet himself. They yipped with re-invigorated laughter as his experienced claws danced across their soft soles, tickling perhaps more than the brushes did, albeit covering less area. Though time was hardly a concept here, he had counted the laughs and determined enough time had passed. He waved his hands out and up and sent the brushes back to their home in the aether. He let them rest a minute and catch their breathe, and let out the residual giggles from the tingles they still felt in their feet, until it was time to move on yet again.
Phase 3: Laughter: Now it was time to really get these young dragons smiling. They'd been warmed up and he'd determined they were ready for a new intensity. He snapped his left hand's fingers twice, and two more ropes formed around each foot's toes, pulling them all straight up, leaving the soles taut and fully exposed. He rubbed his hands together, and suddenly the dragons' feet became glossy and extra smooth looking. They asked what had changed, cuz they felt it on their feet. He explained to them that he had materialized oil onto their feet, it was to reduce friction from the next tool. He snapped his right fingers three times in succession, and from the sky-ceiling fell six large brushes, one for each foot. He pointed his finger forward and the brushes touched down on those oily feet, scrubbing up and down at a steady pace. In an instant, peals of high pitched roaring laughter resonated around the room. The feet could barely move, wiggling only slightly, toes held back firmly but still twitching and wiggling. The brushes were unyielding. Up and down and up and down and up and down, over and over and over. The laughter echoed loudly an without restraint or control. Quetzal let the brushes continue for several minutes until their laughter began to sound tired and quieter. He gestured the brushes away and the laughter faded away with three sighs of relief and soft panting. It was time for the final phase now.
Phase 4: Purring: Quetzal wave his fingers, making the ropes disappear. He rubbed his hands together once again, and replenished the oil upon their feet. They flinched at the feeling of it returning, and began to clamor at the sight of several spectral hands zooming down from the realm above. They squeaked in a brief collective peal of giggles, but instead of erupting in more hearty laughter, they all sighed softly and continued to catch the rest of their breath, the hands massaging their feet instead of tickling them further. They rubbed the soothing oil into their scales and sent wave after wave of relaxing sensations through their bodies. Quetzal waved his hand to remove the shackles as well, and the kids slunk back in their beanbags with little smiles on their face. The ghostly hands continued working on their feet for minutes more, providing as much massage as their was tickling, though each dragon had drifted off to sleep well before the massage ended, being both intensely relaxed from it as well as tuckered out from all the tickling.
The young dragons eventually awoke beneath the shade of a tree, early in the afternoon with the day still ahead of them. They got up and stretched out, hearts charged with the joys of laughter, ready to face that day and many many more to come. The grass beneath their feet felt extra soft today, the sun more invigorating, and the air particularly fresh. The kids soon took off to go play and savor life as dragons, their hopes and certainties rekindled that morning. Truly, there's nothing like a good laugh to start off your day.
2 years ago
02 Aug 2016 00:31 CEST
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