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After what seemed like ages, the jostling stopped, and Fuka felt herself being lowered to the ground. Her body tensed up; she was no longer directly next to the source of the miasma. If she focused, she could hear her kidnappers words...

“...-ets hurry up and open it, already. There's a lot of HL riding on this job, dood!” Jon exclaimed.

“To hell with that, I'm not going to open it. She's going to kick me as soon as I loosen that rope.” Don spat.

“Come on dood, that's not even possible! She's been in that miasma for hours. There's no way she has any energy left to do anything. We gotta do this now, before it wears off.” Jon replied.

“I don't have anything left, huh...?” Fuka muttered, her eyes narrowing, as she put her feet together and pulled them back a bit, her eyes right on the end of the bag that was tied shut with rope.

“I'll do it, bawk. I already carried her, so might as well.” Con's voice spoke out, and sure enough, Fuka could see the end of the bag moving, as the cockatrice was undoing the rope with his beak...

“Con, remember your training! You have the honed reflexes that's been passed down our office for years, so if you can remember anything, remember to-”

Before Don could finish, Con had succeeded in opening the bag. Immediately, a pair of feet sprung out of the end of the bag with great speed and power, the soles of the shoes smacking right into the cockatrice's face.

“SQUAAAAWK ELECTRIC BOOGALOO!” Con screeched as the feet kicked him so hard that he flew a short distance, crashing into something.

“...-dodge.” Don finished, a palm on his face, as Jon looked completely shocked.

“What the hell, dood!? She shouldn't be able to do that! She's just some stupid schoolgirl that's been drenched in miasma!”

“Dammit Jon, I told you about this! She's not what she seems!” Don exclaimed with great intensity, pointing at the bag aggressively. “She is clearly a Prinny sleeper agent from Celestia with a high number of total levels, allowed to keep her human form so that she can plot against the Netherworld! That's why she doesn't listen to her instructors!”

“Don, I love you like a brother, but that's all kinds of crazy, dood. She's just some brat with a big head.” Jon retorted.

“It's not crazy! Jacob Black told me that exact thing. He contracted us to take care of this Celestial threat! I'm telling you, she works for the Archangel!”

“Who the hell is Jacob...? Are you talking about-” Jon started to say, but was interrupted.

“Ooowah...I'm seeing stars, yup...” Con had walked back over the group, in a daze. “Whatta woman...”

“Welcome back, dood. We'd better hurry this up. If she can do something like that in her current condition, there's no telling when she'll recover...” Jon said, as the three captors started staring at the bag on the floor, with feet sticking out, nobody moving.

(“I dare you to try it, you jerks...”) Fuka thought, still feeling drowsy and having used her remaining energy in that last kick, but prepared to fight as much as she possibly could.

“...Well, what are you waiting for, Jon? Go get her.” Don suddenly spoke up.

“Wh-huh? Dood, if she kicks me that hard, I'll explode! You do it. She's just a girl in a bag and you're bigger than her, for crying out loud.”

“Then where'd this feeling of dread come from? Damn...her Celestial influence must be overpowering me!”

“You're just making yourself panic! Just forget about the baseball bat, dood! I know that it hurt, but she doesn't have it now, and it's your chance to get her back!”

“How's about we tie her up while we get her out of the sack at the same time?” Con suggested.

“Hah! There's that flash of brilliance from my partner that only comes once in a hundred years!” Don pumped his fist.

Con's simple, impulsive thought was immediately acted upon. Don gathered some ropes, while Con very carefully grabbed hold of the end of the bag with his beak, ready to slowly uncover the rest of the drowsy Fuka, who was still too weak to actively fight her way out. The ropes around the bag itself kept her stationary for the most part, as Con began to drag the end over as much as he could, revealing more of Fuka's legs. Because Con was next to her again, Fuka felt lethargy washing over her, causing her to sigh in frustration from inside the bag.

“Alright, before I do anything, these things have to go. Consider this punishment for kicking my partner!” Don exclaimed, as he proceeded to an arm around Fuka's drowsily kicking feet. He removed her footwear, one after another, her black socked feet twitching in response, as Fuka didn't realize what was going on. Con opened more of the bag, up to the point where Fuka's socks ended, and she suddenly felt the ends of her socks being pulled back as well.

(“Oh hell no...is he taking my socks off!? He's stripping me!”) Fuka managed to form this incredulous thought under her extreme lethargy, showing in her feet and legs kicking around a bit more...or wriggling, as it was all she could manage. Her fair pale skin was revealed more and more the further the socks went down, and within moments, they had been stolen off fully. Fuka's feet, now bare, curled and wiggled from the exposure, trying to escape the hold that her kidnapper had around her ankles.

“Hmmph, from the power in that kick, I was expecting something different...but her feet are actually pretty dainty.” Don noted, poking Fuka's sole. It caused her foot to twitch again, toes slowly flexing in protest.

“Don't touch my feet you jeeeeeerk...” Fuka's drowsy voice could be heard from inside the sack. She tried to sound angry, but she could only barely force out the words in a stream of consciousness. Her feet kicked forward slowly, with all the force and softness of a lightly tossed marshmallow.

Don went to work, as Fuka felt her bare ankles being restrained together tightly, the feeling of course rope against her soft skin. With her ankles tied, feet kicking disapprovingly, she felt several more sections of her legs being tied together, her knees, and upper thighs tied together in coils of rope. Just like that, her legs were reduced to wriggling.

Having finished tying her legs, Con proceeded to pull the bag up even more, starting to show off Fuka's torso and upper body. Don couldn't mess this up; the second that Fuka's arms were revealed, he jumped forward and pinned them. Flipping her on her back, with the bag around her head now, he professionally tied Fuka's hands behind her back. Wrists cinched together, he then also tied rope around her arms and chest in a restrictive upper body tie. With Fuka's highly slowed thought processes, she couldn't even comprehend what was happening anymore. With plenty of rope around her frame, Don did the honors of sitting Fuka up, then removing the bag from her head in a flourish, her twin tails hitting the ground.

Fuka blinked, her eyelids heavy as she tried to analyze her surroundings. She appeared to be in some kind of dark dungeon-esque place...one that she felt that she had been before. Standing before her, three figures. That damned traitor Prinny, who was apparently named Jon. The cockatrice that had been clouding her mind, Con, now standing with the group instead of directly. Finally, a tall Warrior with crazed, bloodshot eyes...

“So...what's your deal?” Fuka spoke, looking unimpressed and sounding like she was going to fall asleep any minute. “Are you like, my creepy fan club or something?”

“Creepy!? That's slander!” Don protested with a shaking fist in the air. “I'm Don, of the Conspiracy Theorists! You and your stupid friends crushed my partner, then obliterated me!”

“Who...?” Fuka cocked her head, blinking impassively

“Uh oh...I think there's TOO much miasma on her, dood.” Jon shook his head.

However, with Con no longer at her side, Fuka shook her head, her twin tails whipping around, as if shaking off the slowness. She then looked at the three again, and glared at Don.

“Hey, you're that guy! That creepy guy that kidnapped Artina's boss and did weird things to her!” Fuka shouted, her voice back to normal.

“...Well, she's not wrong there, dood.” Jon shrugged.

“Oh, shut up!” Don growled, pointing aggressively at the tied up girl. “We have brought you here to give you what you deserve!”

“Huh? What I deserve?...oh crap, I'm tied up, and there's a shirtless guy threatening me...i-is this going to turn into one of THOSE kinds of dreams!?” Fuka gasped, her eyes becoming wide and irises shrinking, as she tested her bonds - which were tight and even able to keep her strength in check. “Nooooo, not like this! My heart isn't ready! The shirtless guy isn't even hot!” Fuka exclaimed dramatically while shaking her shoulders helplessly, causing Con and Jon to snicker, while Don brought his head low, both fists shaking so hard that they looked about ready to fly off his arms.

“That's not funny! Damn you!” Don roared with his foot stomping the ground. “We have you completely at our mercy, and you're making a joke of it!? Just who do you think you are, prinny!?”

Fuka dropped her silliness and looked at Don. “Prinny? Me? Boy, aren't you behind. I'm Fuka. I've been past the prinny thing for a while.” Fuka stated haughtily, squirming around in her bonds some more. “What's your deal with kidnapping me, anyway? And...why did you take off my shoes?” Fuka asked, both annoyed and slightly creeped out, feeling uncomfortable with having her pale feet bare in front of three strange demons.

“The answers to those questions will come in due time...by which I mean I'll answer that first one right away.” Don pumped a fist, and raised his arm into the air as he went into his explanation.

“We, Don, Con, and Jon, of the Conspiracy Theorists, are a long standing organization that is highly valued and respected in the Netherworld...”

“I'm pretty sure that the Information Bureau tells jokes about us all the time, dood.” Jon interrupted, shrugging.

“We ain't been around for that long either, bawk.” Con noted.

“...Always taking our duty to expose the truth of the dangers and plots against the Netherworld!” Don continued. “Whether it's foiling the plans of that wicked Archangel...”

“Dood, didn't she kick your butts?” Jon interjected again, causing Don to lower his head.

“Yeah man, I got crushed by a door. It wasn't fun. I don't even know how bad Don got his ass-SQAAAAWK!” Con was cut off as Don's fist slammed into his beak, slamming onto the top of a coffee table on the other side of the room, followed quickly by a kicked Jon landing on top of him.

“Dammit, just let me tell her what's going on!” Don roared at the two of them.

“Oh brother...NOBODY cares about you three! As the dainty maiden that's been tied up, I'm the important one here. In a drama, I would be the one with the most attention.” Fuka said haughtily and surely, before glaring intensely at Don. “So hurry up and get to the point! If I end up missing the prinny war because of this, I'll rip your stupid hair off!” she complained with quite a bit more threatening tone of voice, struggling in her tight bindings, with her feet scrunching disapprovingly.

Don looked quite grouchy, a swirling cloud of frustration above his head with his long-winded backstory speech completely ruined. “...What the hell kind of 'dainty maiden' says things like that? Alright, fine. You've been brought here under charges of instigating discord in Hades, and disturbing the natural order of Prinnies. We're supposed to instill a mentality in you to become more like an obedient prinny by any means necessary, and then return you to Hades for further training.”

“W-what? Okay, where do I even begin with that?” Fuka sweatdropped. “First off, screw you. Tougher looking demons than you have tried to break me down and couldn't do it. Second, what do you even get out of it? I know that you aren't Prinny Instructors or anything.”

“We've been commissioned for it! Ever since Con and I got killed and revived, we've had to deal with the worst thing of all...” Don exclaimed, pausing for dramatic effect. “Hospital bills! You and your stupid friends put us in debt! With the money we're getting for putting you in line, we're going to get enough HL to pay it off!” Don pumped his fist. Indeed, a Netherworld Hospital was so advanced, that in most cases, it could revive the freshly deceased with a few exceptions, but at exhorbit prices. The table that Jon and Con were lying on finally broke from the weight, crashing in the background while they yelped in pain. “...And a new coffee table.” Don added quickly.

“You can't blame me for that! You deserved it for kidnapping Artina's boss, and I'm going to kill you again if you don't let me out of here!” Fuka threatened.

“Man, just how badly did those guys screw up to get a Prinny THIS rebellious? All this because you were never put in an actual prinny skin!” Don sneered.

“I don't need a lame prinny skin! I'm Fuka, not a prinny! Now give me back my shoes and let me out of here!” Fuka demanded.

“Pfffft, yeah right. Prinnies don't even wear shoes. In fact...” Don got a glint in his eyes as he looked at Fuka's brown shoes, discarded. He picked them up and moved them away a bit, with Fuka looking on in confusion.

“H-Hey, what are you doing? Give those back!” Fuka twisted in her bonds and leaned her upper body forward, her pale feet kicking in protest.

“I don't think so. Yo Jon, get over here and help me burn these.” Don casually stated, as the prinny clumsily stumbled over, Con at his side.

“Graaah, my pleasure dood! That broad practically knocked me into last week!” an angry Jon proclaimed, eyes narrowed and completely yellow.

Fuka's expression of shock was pronounced, as Jon took out a container of kerosene and a match from the pouch he was wearing. “W-what the hell, are you crazy!? That's the only pair that I own! Don't you dare! I'll really kill you! I mean it!” an incredulous Fuka yelled, only getting louder the more Jon poured the flammable liquid on them. Her soles wriggled and kicked frantically, and seeing that the two weren't stopping, Fuka started to scoot herself forward in order to attempt to stop them.

“Heeeey, where you going?” Fuka was stopped by Con, who's snake tail wrapped around her body, anchoring himself to her and keeping her in place, the snake putting a bit of squeeze on her upper body, while she winced and squirmed.

“N-Not you again! Get away! My shoes...!” Fuka protested, her eyes whipping to glare at Con, but at the sound of a roaring flame, she felt her heart sank. She looked back to see a small fire, Jon looking content with himself. In mere moments, Fuka's shoes were burned to ash.

To say that Fuka was pissed would be an understatement. The tied girl's body was shaking with rage in her tight bindings, part of her clothing having been completely destroyed by these demons. “Y-You...!” she spat out.

“Don't even start! This was a long time coming.” Don barked back, stamping on the ash with his foot. “Your stupid, egotistical attitude has wreaked havoc on the Netherworld for too long! We, the Conspiracy Theorists, will succeed where Hades' prinny instructors failed! And that means beating a sense of obedience into you!”

Fuka shrank back, gritting her teeth. For the first time since being brought here, she realized that these stupid demons meant business. She shook her shoulders defiantly as Con's snake tail still had a hold on her. “Get over here and try. I'll kick you in the face.” she stated coldly, her pale feet curling, soles wrinkling. She had been taken by surprise by her kidnappers' actions, but she wouldn't show weakness again.

“No thanks, not the type of guy that's interested in that kind of thing.” Don snarked. “Con, keep holding her down. Jon, get me one of her socks.” Don demanded, as he went over to a bag that he had left nearby.

“Huh? What are you up to now?” Fuka asked, suspicious. She grimaced again as Con's tail once again squeezed her, tighter this time, feeling pressure in addition to the ropes binding her body. “U-Ugh, stop that you overgrown chicken! I'll-uurggh!” Fuka gasped for air as she was squeezed again.

“Y'know...you're kinda cute for a prinny.” Con suddenly spoke up, getting closer to her.

Fuka's mind blanked for a second. “...Excuse me?” she said with a baffled expression, sweatdropping as she could swear she was seeing little hearts in the cockatrice's eyes. Fuka was amazed at how much a turn for the worse her situation had taken so quickly. With Con directly next to her again, she began to feel the effects of his miasma again, but tried to fight it off.

“I ain't never seen such a pretty bird in the Netherworld before...you're different from all them other prinnies, somehow.”

“T-That's because I'm just wearing a hat and jacket, you IDIOT!” a hysterical Fuka proclaimed. “I'm not a prin-hnnngh!” the words died in her throat as she was squeezed again, in a manner that seemed almost possessive.

“Alright Con, quit messing around with her. Receiving insincere flirtations from another bird demon is a nice touch in instilling a prinny mindset in her, but I'm pulling out the big guns.” Don had returned, with several things in hand; a cloth, a feather, and one of Fuka's long black socks, which he had balled up.

“Y-Yeah...just messing around, is all.” Con stated wistfully as his tail released its grip on Fuka, and he walked over to Don's side. Fuka gave a relieved sigh, as she arched her back to try and get rid of the unpleasant feeling from being squeezed so much.

“First off, this training doesn't require the prinny to speak. Open up.” Don commanded, walking over to Fuka with the balled up black sock.

“What...?” Fuka didn't understand what Don was getting at, staring at the black sock in his hand...by the time she had put 2 and 2 together, the warrior had wrapped an arm around her torso so she couldn't squirm away, her eyes widening. “Y-You're not!”

“I am! This is going in your mouth.”

“No way in hell, that's gross!” Fuka whipped her head, hitting Don in the face with one of her twin-tails intentionally, the warrior getting an angry look on his face.

“You little...! Open!” He roared, as she attempted to shove the large sockball into her mouth by force. Fuka thrashed and struggled, trying to frantically kick Don in his chest, her feet bouncing off harmlessly.

“No! Nonononononononono-NNNNH!” Fuka shut her eyes tightly as she felt the sock pass her lips, being forced into her mouth. It had managed to fill every inch of her large mouth, muffling her passioned protests and causing her gag reflex to act up. She bit down on it to try and relieve the uncomfortable sensation, which proved to be a bad idea.

(“Oh god, I can taste my feet...! Ugh, I need to spit this out and taste some candy!”) Fuka had thought in disgust, but before she could use her tongue to push it out, Don had cruelly tied a cloth gag over her mouth and behind her head, knotting it off tightly. “YHHH BHHHSTRD!” Fuka gave a muffled shriek, the sock pushed even further in. From over the cloth that had become an over the mouth gag, the glare she produced with her brown eyes bore hard into Don as he finished tightening her gag.

“There. Now we're ready for the next step.” Don looked pleased with himself, as he went to Fuka's front, and pulled out the feather, presenting it to her. “Even a ditz like you knows what this means, right?”

“Mmm nnnt mm dmmmtz!” Fuka protested, but her expression took on a more horrified look when she noticed that Don was looking at her bare, helpless feet, a feather at the ready, and recalled what had happened to Archangel Flonne...

“MMMMPH!” Fuka immediately folded her legs, hiding her soles. The tops of her feet curled, further defending her soles.

“Aha, with a reaction like that, you do have a weakness after all!” Don proclaimed.

“Her feet...? This seems awfully convenient, dood.” Jon shrugged.

“I had one of my feathers plucked out in advance for this!” Con flapped his wings.

“...Doesn't that hurt? You can get feathers from other places...” the prinny sweatdropped.

“Tch, still being a troublemaker, huh?” Don taunted, as he tried to pry Fuka's legs forward again. With his own strength, he managed to bring Fuka's feet together - the helpless girl kicking and screaming the whole way - and wrapped an arm around them. Fuka's trapped feet squirmed frantically and helplessly, each toe dancing around already.

“Immh nnnt tnnchlsh!” Fuka muffled out loudly and hurriedly.

“You expect me to believe that after your reaction just now!? That's a bare-faced lie! Or perhaps...a bare-footed lie.” Don delivered the punchline, looking proud of himself. Awkward silence set in.

“Booooo.” Jon commented, unimpressed.

“I don't get it.” Con injected.

“Agh, laugh dammit! That was a good one!” Don looked disgruntled. “I'm tickling her twice as hard for this!” he added. “Hmmmmph!? Mmmmmph nnnnmhh!” the helpless Fuka balked and shook her head harder.

Don started by teasing Fuka's feet with the feather, her soles twitching from the contact. “We'll start with prinny rule number 1! A prinny must include the word 'dood' in every word they say! I want you to say 'dood', loudly so I can hear it! Otherwise...” Don threatened, as a quicker stroke across her soles caused Fuka to make a quick noise.

“N-Nnnvrhrhrhrhr!” Fuka put up a strong front in between her giggling, bare legs and feet reacting the most to the tickling, upper body shaking unsteadily. (“I'd rather be tickled to death than turned into a prinny! I-It's a good thing that neither can happen, since this is my dream...”) Fuka tried to reassure herself in her thoughts, maintaining her glare, but that thought was getting tested by the consistent feeling of her tickled feet.

Seeing that their captive wasn't bending, Don drew the feather back and forth much faster. Fuka's glare weakened more and more, eyes instead filling with unintentional mirth at being tickled against her will. It had been a mere thirty seconds before Fuka was beside herself with laughter “Hmmhmhmhmhmhm! Mmmmph mmmgh!” Fuka garbled into her gag, a blush forming on her cheeks as she thrashed and struggled, her soles wriggling frantically in every direction trying to escape.

(“I'll be fine, I'm fine! I'm fine, Desco will come save me, someone will, it's my dream!”) Fuka's mind raced with these thoughts to keep her from begging for mercy. She was so desperate to believe it, that she never considered why she could be tickled so hard and not wake up.

However, Fuka's rescuer wasn't coming. Seconds turned to minutes, and Fuka's muffled laughter was starting to sound more and more helpless. She was working up a sweat with all the struggling she had done, and her feet were being tickled so consistently that a deep red blush was appearing on her soles.

“Man, you're a strong one, alright. The Archangel cracked earlier than this!” Don exclaimed, as he stopped for a moment.

(“Oh, thank god...”) a very out of breath Fuka sighed. Her eyes having started to water up, she looked like she had lost a good deal of her energy. If she could just find a way of these ropes, she could still...

“It can't be helped. Time for the toes.” Don said suddenly. With little warning, the feather was at it again, this time attacking Fuka's toes. Her brief respite had immediately been taken away from her as a sensation worse than what her soles had endured filled her mind.

“NNNHNHNHNH!” Fuka's eyes went wide as dinner plates as she immediately started laughing again, harder than ever before. Her eyes watered even more, body rocking so hard that she was easily digging the ropes into her skin all the more through her clothes, her overwhelmed feet dancing pitifully. She felt a dreadful feeling, one that let her know it was only a matter of time before she started crying and humiliated herself far worse than saying a word ever could. Sure enough, after one particularly effective stroke across her feet...

“DHHHD! DHHHHD! DHHHD DHHHD DHHHD!” Fuka muffled over and over, repeating it loudly and frantically.

“Hah, what was that? You decide to say it now, after taking so long? I think you could use another...five minutes!” Don smirked. Since the prinny girl didn't need to breathe to live, he could do this as long as it took for her to break for good.

“NNNNNH! HLLLPH MMMH!” Fuka arched her back and cried loudly behind her gag, twisting her body helplessly.

“Just give it up, dood! Absolutely no one even knows where you are! You're completely screwed! No one's going to save you!” Jon laughed, feeling the rush of power that came from having another completely at your mercy.

“Desco disagrees.”

A young voice, as cold as the last ring of Hell, froze everyone in their tracks. Don, slowly taking the feather away from Fuka's feet, turned his head towards the source of the voice at the same time as his comrades. Fuka shut her eyes in order to clear them of water, allowing some light tears to run down her face, before looking as well with eyes full of genuine happiness. She'd recognize that voice anywhere!

Floating by the now open door, entering while everyone was preoccupied with Fuka's treatment, Desco looked at the group with anger that rivaled the expressions that Fuka herself had been giving off. She was already in combat mode, the large purple creature floating behind her back hissing while its tentacles wriggled intimidatingly. It was a look befitting of a final boss. Desco held Fuka's baseball bat in one of her tentacles, dropping it on the ground, signifying that she had tracked them all the way here.

“You kidnapped Big Sis...left Desco all alone...tied Big Sis up...and then made her cry!?” the little monster girl hissed as she swung her tail violently. “Desco will kill all of you!”

“H-Hold on, dood! This looks worse than it actually is, believe me!” Jon shouted, visibly panicked and trying to salvage a sinking ship.

“Y-Yeah! I-It wasn't OUR idea! Someone hired us!” Don affirmed.

“Then whose idea WAS it!? Desco wants answers! First demon who tells Desco will get killed the least painfully!” Desco viciously swung her tail again, arms raised in front of her, with her captive big sister cheering behind her gag.

“It was the were-!” Jon had started to say...

“It was her idea!” Con interrupted, his voice being louder than Jon.

Everyone paused. Desco slowly put her arms down. “...Huh?” Desco asked, confused.

“What?” Jon looked incredulous.

“Yeah man, she set this up. I mean, duh, right? Yup.” Don forced the clumsy lie, seeing that it gave an opening, wracking his mind for what their actual client had told them about Desco. “Someone as awesome as your big sister wouldn't actually get kidnapped for real, after all. She arranged this, to help you with your last boss training, since it'd come in awful handy for this war thing going on. She even volunteered to be the captive that the final boss kidnaps!”

“WHHHHT!?” Fuka gave a muffled yell in her bonds, disbelief evident in her eyes. She couldn't believe that such a stupid lie was being told. Desco would never fall for that!

“Y-You're lying. Big Sis would have mentioned...” Desco tried to argue, but Jon followed up.

“What, mention it, and blow the surprise?” Jon shrugged. As long as the three looked confident in their lie, and were dealing with what was effectively a child, even they could still make it through this. “I mean, we've never even met each other. We only would know all of this, because your big sister told us!” Jon nodded. “And she's such a great actor, too! Look at how much she's shaking her head!”

Fuka was indeed shaking her head incredibly hard, not able to deny this scenario hard enough, but Desco was starting to relax, though still suspicious. “Hmmm...you didn't hurt Big Sis?”

“Nope, not a scratch on her...you can check yourself.” Don mentioned. Desco proceeded to disengage combat mode for a moment, before walking over to her helpless older sister. It was true; aside from Fuka looking disheveled from struggling, and trying to shout through her gag the closer Desco got, she did not actually have any injuries or signs of abuse.

“Then...Big Sis really kidnapped herself? But I thought we were going to war with the prinnies...” Desco's bafflement was evident on her face.

“MMMMMMPH! NNNNH DSCCHH!”

“Baby steps. You, uh, need to be as final boss-like as you can possibly be before going to war, to intimidate the enemy. One of the most basic part of that is knowing what to do with a hostage!” Jon nodded sagely. Desco was silent for a moment, thinking. “I mean, you'd already know how to do something like that, right?”

“Of course Desco already knows! She's just...never had a hostage before...” Desco went silent again. “Wow...Big Sis really went this far to help Desco?”

“She sure did! She loves you that much!” Don crossed his arms and nodded. “We've heard that you were a pretty awesome final boss from how she talked about you!”

“Hehe...well, Desco works hard!” Desco balanced on her tail happily.

The conversation of the kidnappers praising Desco continued with the sound of Fuka having flopped herself onto her stomach to bang her forehead against the dungeon floor, in the hopes that doing it hard enough could possibly knock her out and spare her from this insanity. When she had done it enough to clear her head and think of a much more sensible idea, she set her sights on the open door, and begin inching towards it while avoiding the sight of everyone else. She barely made it halfway there before she was noticed, Desco's tail wrapping around her bare ankles and yanking her back.

“Hey now, Big Sis! Hostages aren't supposed to escape!” Desco told her, completely convinced that Fuka was acting and that this situation was set up.

“Nnnnh! Dschh, hllph!” Fuka tried to clearly and concisely speak to Desco, shaking her shoulders.

“Don't worry, Big Sis; Desco will be the best captor ever! Um...so...what does Desco do now?” the little monster girl tilted her head.

“You want to show your hostage who's boss, right? In this case, you'll want to do it without hurting her...so I suggest tickling.” Don said quickly.

“Me too.” Con added.

“Thirded.” Jon affirmed.

“MMMMPH MMMMMM!” Fuka let out a high pitched whine, her eyes immediately going big and pleading, not wanting another round of tickling from her little sister of all people. Her blushing feet were already squirming like crazy from the overstimulation they already received.

“Awww, Desco never knew you could play a damsel in distress so well, Big Sis...Desco feels sad just looking at you! But this is also a part of Desco's training!” Desco sniffled, then looked determined, as she floated into the air again, regaining the use of her tentacles. “Desco will tickle everywhere!”

Fuka's hysterical muffled screeching could be heard as the three kidnappers quickly huddled around each other.

“Welp...what do we do now? That bought some time, but she's going to figure out that we bullshitted her eventually, dood.” Jon spoke.

“I'm still amazed that worked. What kind of dumbass is this kid?” Don remarked.

“I wouldn't say that so loud...” Con added waringly.

“Okay, how about this? When the prinny is ready to turn over, we jump the little girl in a surprise attack. She should be able to take her down, dood.” Jon suggested.

“Yeah, then we can hand her over to that Fen-whacumacallit guy”. Con nodded.

“Hold up. Are you guys really going to settle for that? Hell, I hear that guy doesn't even pay when he makes deals like that! A natural backstabber!” Don spoke. “We could hand her over to a high paying buyer instead. We could market her as a really exotic prinny, and make a lot of money selling her off that way. They could hook you up with your old body too, Jon. I had been thinking Minotrose, but he's been holed up in Hades for a while.”

“Who?” Con asked.

“The ex-leader of the Demon Party.”

“Who's that?”

“Min-o-trose!”

“Mine-o-toes?” Con asked, baffled as he looked over to Fuka's feet, still being tickled tremendously. “Well yeah, she does have nice toes and I can see why you'd want 'em, but that doesn't answer my question.”

The sound of Con being violently knocked up into the ceiling and then crashing back down again couldn't stop Desco from focusing on her mission; Operation Tickle Big Sis! Truthfully, it was something she always thought would be fun to do, but never dared to bring up; tickling was a sisterly thing to do, right? She certainly hadn't expected Fuka to be THIS ticklish. She was only tickling her feet, stomach, and neck at the same time, and she was already struggling like crazy!

“Gee, Big Sis! You're so ticklish, this is almost like training for you too! It's a surprisingly girlish weakness for the future ruler of the universe!” Desco commented.

Any resistance Fuka could offer at this point had long since evaporated. She was tired, miserable, overwhelmed, and looked every bit as vulnerable as she felt. She felt like she should have passed out a while ago, but her body would deny her even that. To Desco's knowledge, Fuka had just started receiving this treatment, unknowing that she had already been pushed past her limits before Desco arrived. It only furthered the impression in Desco's mind that Fuka was playing a damsel.

“She's gonna break any minute now. When that happens, we'll be able to convince her of anything, and brainwash her throughougly into being a prinny, after we take care of her little sister. We'll figure out a buyer later. Understood?” Don whispered to his cohorts, and Con and Jon nodded, Jon narrowing his eyes and drawing his knives. The group silently began to sneak behind Desco, weapons drawn...

Fuka noticed this in the midst of her tickling, and she was whipped out of her helpless state with the revelation that her little sister was in very real danger. With the last bit of energy she had, she whipped her neck at a certain moment, causing the tentacle tickling her neck to brush her gag looser.

“Huh? Big Sis?” Desco was surprised by this move, as Fuka moved her head to further lower the gag, before quickly spitting out the now damp sock that was in her mouth.

“Desco, behind you!” Fuka yelled with a raspy voice.

Desco immediately whipped around. She saw Jon, his knife drawn back in a position for him to have literally stabbed her in the back if she didn't turn around. With him was Don and Con with a sword and a mace, respectively. The four stared at each other silently. During which, Con dropped the mace he was holding with his beak.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...Uh, there's an explanation for this too.” Don said quickly.

“Desco.” Fuka spoke.

“Yes, Big Sis?”

“Kill them.”

“YES, BIG SIS!”

Desco's rage exploded all at once as a terrifying aura engulfed her, the three villains dropping their weapons and hysterically running to the nearest door...however, Con was in front, and tripped, causing the other two to trip over him and fall in a heap.

“Gah, get up, all of you! What are we even running from? She's like, practically a toddler! We're full grown demons! We can take her! C'mon Con, let's Magichange again!” Don exclaimed, pumping his fist.

“Magichange, yu-noooooope.” Con had started to say, but took a look at Desco.

“What's the problem?” Don asked, as he and Jon also looked. “Uh...was that monster always there?”

Desco, in her righteous fury, had transformed. A giant, eldrich horror in the shape of an octopus, with one eye in the center floated before them, her half of the room seeming to have disappeared, replaced with another dimension entirely. The terrifying true power of the Death/Extermination Submersible Combat Organism; Yog-Sogoth.

“...Damnit, I'm never going to get my body back.” Jon complained.

“Our new bills are going to SUCK.” Don added, mere moments before Desco obliterated the half of the room they were in with a giant laser blast.

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“You called me, Lord Val?”

“Ah, there you are Fenrich. I've been meaning to ask you...have you seen Fuka recently?”

Back in Hades, the Tyrant turned Prinny Instructor, Valvatorez, addressed his loyal servant.

“...Not recently, my lord.” Fenrich answered. “She must have gone out to help quell the prinny war, unaware that you have already crushed it personally with your wondrous power. Such a scatterbrained lass.”

“I see. It's strange...Hades is a lot quieter when she isn't here. Well, I suppose it's her right. She earned her right to live as Fuka, rather than a prinny. She doesn't need to stay in Hades all the time. Now then, I'm off to oversee the prinnies.” Valvatorez nodded.

“As you say, my lord.” Fenrich bowed slightly, staying behind while his vampire master wandered off. (“...Hmm. Judging from the fact that those imbeciles haven't returned the girl to me, I've either been backstabbed, or they managed to get themselves killed. Oh well. Hardly an undesireable outcome either way.”) Fenrich's face went dark as he smiled that evil grin. (“Whether she comes back or not, I'll plead ignorance. Perhaps with one less distraction for a little while, Lord Val can start to set his sights on greatness again...All is for my lord...”)

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The room formally known as the Conspiracy Theorist's dungeon was once again almost completely destroyed, rubble everywhere, particularly where the Theorists themselves once stood. Among this wreckage...

“I'm soooo sorry, Big Sis! Desco won't ever do something like that again!” Desco cried.

(“It's okay, Desco...I'm not mad. I just...why are you...”) Fuka thought, bewildered at the current situation.

As it turned out, after destroying her kidnappers with impunity, Desco became incredibly protective of Fuka, to the point where she decided that outside wasn't safe for now. In order to execute mission directive “Protect Big Sis” most effectively, she found it logical to stay inside this room for an as of yet undetermined amount of time. To keep Fuka from arguing against what was for her own good, Desco regagged her, a sensation that Fuka was now uncomfortably familiar with. Desco, herself, cuddled with the tied up Fuka, hugging her tight, with her large tail curled around her big sister.

“Desco will keep Big Sis safe...no wars until then...let's just...nap...with Big Sis...so warm...” Desco yawned, her eyelids getting heavy, smiling as she indulged in a sisterly fantasy. Within moments, Desco had fallen asleep.

Part of Fuka wanted to scream at her for even thinking of falling asleep and leaving her tied up after the day she went through; the other part felt that Desco looked far too adorable while sleeping to bother. Fuka gave a long, drawn out, muffled sigh. She had no doubt Desco would keep her safe, but it felt like she had just switched captors in some weird way.

(“Why me...!?”)

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After what seemed like ages, the jostling stopped, and Fuka felt herself being lowered to the ground. Her body tensed up; she was no longer directly next to the source of the miasma. If she focused, she could hear her kidnappers words...

“...-ets hurry up and open it, already. There's a lot of HL riding on this job, dood!” Jon exclaimed.

“To hell with that, I'm not going to open it. She's going to kick me as soon as I loosen that rope.” Don spat.

“Come on dood, that's not even possible! She's been in that miasma for hours. There's no way she has any energy left to do anything. We gotta do this now, before it wears off.” Jon replied.

“I don't have anything left, huh...?” Fuka muttered, her eyes narrowing, as she put her feet together and pulled them back a bit, her eyes right on the end of the bag that was tied shut with rope.

“I'll do it, bawk. I already carried her, so might as well.” Con's voice spoke out, and sure enough, Fuka could see the end of the bag moving, as the cockatrice was undoing the rope with his beak...

“Con, remember your training! You have the honed reflexes that's been passed down our office for years, so if you can remember anything, remember to-”

Before Don could finish, Con had succeeded in opening the bag. Immediately, a pair of feet sprung out of the end of the bag with great speed and power, the soles of the shoes smacking right into the cockatrice's face.

“SQUAAAAWK ELECTRIC BOOGALOO!” Con screeched as the feet kicked him so hard that he flew a short distance, crashing into something.

“...-dodge.” Don finished, a palm on his face, as Jon looked completely shocked.

“What the hell, dood!? She shouldn't be able to do that! She's just some stupid schoolgirl that's been drenched in miasma!”

“Dammit Jon, I told you about this! She's not what she seems!” Don exclaimed with great intensity, pointing at the bag aggressively. “She is clearly a Prinny sleeper agent from Celestia with a high number of total levels, allowed to keep her human form so that she can plot against the Netherworld! That's why she doesn't listen to her instructors!”

“Don, I love you like a brother, but that's all kinds of crazy, dood. She's just some brat with a big head.” Jon retorted.

“It's not crazy! Jacob Black told me that exact thing. He contracted us to take care of this Celestial threat! I'm telling you, she works for the Archangel!”

“Who the hell is Jacob...? Are you talking about-” Jon started to say, but was interrupted.

“Ooowah...I'm seeing stars, yup...” Con had walked back over the group, in a daze. “Whatta woman...”

“Welcome back, dood. We'd better hurry this up. If she can do something like that in her current condition, there's no telling when she'll recover...” Jon said, as the three captors started staring at the bag on the floor, with feet sticking out, nobody moving.

(“I dare you to try it, you jerks...”) Fuka thought, still feeling drowsy and having used her remaining energy in that last kick, but prepared to fight as much as she possibly could.

“...Well, what are you waiting for, Jon? Go get her.” Don suddenly spoke up.

“Wh-huh? Dood, if she kicks me that hard, I'll explode! You do it. She's just a girl in a bag and you're bigger than her, for crying out loud.”

“Then where'd this feeling of dread come from? Damn...her Celestial influence must be overpowering me!”

“You're just making yourself panic! Just forget about the baseball bat, dood! I know that it hurt, but she doesn't have it now, and it's your chance to get her back!”

“How's about we tie her up while we get her out of the sack at the same time?” Con suggested.

“Hah! There's that flash of brilliance from my partner that only comes once in a hundred years!” Don pumped his fist.

Con's simple, impulsive thought was immediately acted upon. Don gathered some ropes, while Con very carefully grabbed hold of the end of the bag with his beak, ready to slowly uncover the rest of the drowsy Fuka, who was still too weak to actively fight her way out. The ropes around the bag itself kept her stationary for the most part, as Con began to drag the end over as much as he could, revealing more of Fuka's legs. Because Con was next to her again, Fuka felt lethargy washing over her, causing her to sigh in frustration from inside the bag.

“Alright, before I do anything, these things have to go. Consider this punishment for kicking my partner!” Don exclaimed, as he proceeded to an arm around Fuka's drowsily kicking feet. He removed her footwear, one after another, her black socked feet twitching in response, as Fuka didn't realize what was going on. Con opened more of the bag, up to the point where Fuka's socks ended, and she suddenly felt the ends of her socks being pulled back as well.

(“Oh hell no...is he taking my socks off!? He's stripping me!”) Fuka managed to form this incredulous thought under her extreme lethargy, showing in her feet and legs kicking around a bit more...or wriggling, as it was all she could manage. Her fair pale skin was revealed more and more the further the socks went down, and within moments, they had been stolen off fully. Fuka's feet, now bare, curled and wiggled from the exposure, trying to escape the hold that her kidnapper had around her ankles.

“Hmmph, from the power in that kick, I was expecting something different...but her feet are actually pretty dainty.” Don noted, poking Fuka's sole. It caused her foot to twitch again, toes slowly flexing in protest.

“Don't touch my feet you jeeeeeerk...” Fuka's drowsy voice could be heard from inside the sack. She tried to sound angry, but she could only barely force out the words in a stream of consciousness. Her feet kicked forward slowly, with all the force and softness of a lightly tossed marshmallow.

Don went to work, as Fuka felt her bare ankles being restrained together tightly, the feeling of course rope against her soft skin. With her ankles tied, feet kicking disapprovingly, she felt several more sections of her legs being tied together, her knees, and upper thighs tied together in coils of rope. Just like that, her legs were reduced to wriggling.

Having finished tying her legs, Con proceeded to pull the bag up even more, starting to show off Fuka's torso and upper body. Don couldn't mess this up; the second that Fuka's arms were revealed, he jumped forward and pinned them. Flipping her on her back, with the bag around her head now, he professionally tied Fuka's hands behind her back. Wrists cinched together, he then also tied rope around her arms and chest in a restrictive upper body tie. With Fuka's highly slowed thought processes, she couldn't even comprehend what was happening anymore. With plenty of rope around her frame, Don did the honors of sitting Fuka up, then removing the bag from her head in a flourish, her twin tails hitting the ground.

Fuka blinked, her eyelids heavy as she tried to analyze her surroundings. She appeared to be in some kind of dark dungeon-esque place...one that she felt that she had been before. Standing before her, three figures. That damned traitor Prinny, who was apparently named Jon. The cockatrice that had been clouding her mind, Con, now standing with the group instead of directly. Finally, a tall Warrior with crazed, bloodshot eyes...

“So...what's your deal?” Fuka spoke, looking unimpressed and sounding like she was going to fall asleep any minute. “Are you like, my creepy fan club or something?”

“Creepy!? That's slander!” Don protested with a shaking fist in the air. “I'm Don, of the Conspiracy Theorists! You and your stupid friends crushed my partner, then obliterated me!”

“Who...?” Fuka cocked her head, blinking impassively

“Uh oh...I think there's TOO much miasma on her, dood.” Jon shook his head.

However, with Con no longer at her side, Fuka shook her head, her twin tails whipping around, as if shaking off the slowness. She then looked at the three again, and glared at Don.

“Hey, you're that guy! That creepy guy that kidnapped Artina's boss and did weird things to her!” Fuka shouted, her voice back to normal.

“...Well, she's not wrong there, dood.” Jon shrugged.

“Oh, shut up!” Don growled, pointing aggressively at the tied up girl. “We have brought you here to give you what you deserve!”

“Huh? What I deserve?...oh crap, I'm tied up, and there's a shirtless guy threatening me...i-is this going to turn into one of THOSE kinds of dreams!?” Fuka gasped, her eyes becoming wide and irises shrinking, as she tested her bonds - which were tight and even able to keep her strength in check. “Nooooo, not like this! My heart isn't ready! The shirtless guy isn't even hot!” Fuka exclaimed dramatically while shaking her shoulders helplessly, causing Con and Jon to snicker, while Don brought his head low, both fists shaking so hard that they looked about ready to fly off his arms.

“That's not funny! Damn you!” Don roared with his foot stomping the ground. “We have you completely at our mercy, and you're making a joke of it!? Just who do you think you are, prinny!?”

Fuka dropped her silliness and looked at Don. “Prinny? Me? Boy, aren't you behind. I'm Fuka. I've been past the prinny thing for a while.” Fuka stated haughtily, squirming around in her bonds some more. “What's your deal with kidnapping me, anyway? And...why did you take off my shoes?” Fuka asked, both annoyed and slightly creeped out, feeling uncomfortable with having her pale feet bare in front of three strange demons.

“The answers to those questions will come in due time...by which I mean I'll answer that first one right away.” Don pumped a fist, and raised his arm into the air as he went into his explanation.

“We, Don, Con, and Jon, of the Conspiracy Theorists, are a long standing organization that is highly valued and respected in the Netherworld...”

“I'm pretty sure that the Information Bureau tells jokes about us all the time, dood.” Jon interrupted, shrugging.

“We ain't been around for that long either, bawk.” Con noted.

“...Always taking our duty to expose the truth of the dangers and plots against the Netherworld!” Don continued. “Whether it's foiling the plans of that wicked Archangel...”

“Dood, didn't she kick your butts?” Jon interjected again, causing Don to lower his head.

“Yeah man, I got crushed by a door. It wasn't fun. I don't even know how bad Don got his ass-SQAAAAWK!” Con was cut off as Don's fist slammed into his beak, slamming onto the top of a coffee table on the other side of the room, followed quickly by a kicked Jon landing on top of him.

“Dammit, just let me tell her what's going on!” Don roared at the two of them.

“Oh brother...NOBODY cares about you three! As the dainty maiden that's been tied up, I'm the important one here. In a drama, I would be the one with the most attention.” Fuka said haughtily and surely, before glaring intensely at Don. “So hurry up and get to the point! If I end up missing the prinny war because of this, I'll rip your stupid hair off!” she complained with quite a bit more threatening tone of voice, struggling in her tight bindings, with her feet scrunching disapprovingly.

Don looked quite grouchy, a swirling cloud of frustration above his head with his long-winded backstory speech completely ruined. “...What the hell kind of 'dainty maiden' says things like that? Alright, fine. You've been brought here under charges of instigating discord in Hades, and disturbing the natural order of Prinnies. We're supposed to instill a mentality in you to become more like an obedient prinny by any means necessary, and then return you to Hades for further training.”

“W-what? Okay, where do I even begin with that?” Fuka sweatdropped. “First off, screw you. Tougher looking demons than you have tried to break me down and couldn't do it. Second, what do you even get out of it? I know that you aren't Prinny Instructors or anything.”

“We've been commissioned for it! Ever since Con and I got killed and revived, we've had to deal with the worst thing of all...” Don exclaimed, pausing for dramatic effect. “Hospital bills! You and your stupid friends put us in debt! With the money we're getting for putting you in line, we're going to get enough HL to pay it off!” Don pumped his fist. Indeed, a Netherworld Hospital was so advanced, that in most cases, it could revive the freshly deceased with a few exceptions, but at exhorbit prices. The table that Jon and Con were lying on finally broke from the weight, crashing in the background while they yelped in pain. “...And a new coffee table.” Don added quickly.

“You can't blame me for that! You deserved it for kidnapping Artina's boss, and I'm going to kill you again if you don't let me out of here!” Fuka threatened.

“Man, just how badly did those guys screw up to get a Prinny THIS rebellious? All this because you were never put in an actual prinny skin!” Don sneered.

“I don't need a lame prinny skin! I'm Fuka, not a prinny! Now give me back my shoes and let me out of here!” Fuka demanded.

“Pfffft, yeah right. Prinnies don't even wear shoes. In fact...” Don got a glint in his eyes as he looked at Fuka's brown shoes, discarded. He picked them up and moved them away a bit, with Fuka looking on in confusion.

“H-Hey, what are you doing? Give those back!” Fuka twisted in her bonds and leaned her upper body forward, her pale feet kicking in protest.

“I don't think so. Yo Jon, get over here and help me burn these.” Don casually stated, as the prinny clumsily stumbled over, Con at his side.

“Graaah, my pleasure dood! That broad practically knocked me into last week!” an angry Jon proclaimed, eyes narrowed and completely yellow.

Fuka's expression of shock was pronounced, as Jon took out a container of kerosene and a match from the pouch he was wearing. “W-what the hell, are you crazy!? That's the only pair that I own! Don't you dare! I'll really kill you! I mean it!” an incredulous Fuka yelled, only getting louder the more Jon poured the flammable liquid on them. Her soles wriggled and kicked frantically, and seeing that the two weren't stopping, Fuka started to scoot herself forward in order to attempt to stop them.

“Heeeey, where you going?” Fuka was stopped by Con, who's snake tail wrapped around her body, anchoring himself to her and keeping her in place, the snake putting a bit of squeeze on her upper body, while she winced and squirmed.

“N-Not you again! Get away! My shoes...!” Fuka protested, her eyes whipping to glare at Con, but at the sound of a roaring flame, she felt her heart sank. She looked back to see a small fire, Jon looking content with himself. In mere moments, Fuka's shoes were burned to ash.

To say that Fuka was pissed would be an understatement. The tied girl's body was shaking with rage in her tight bindings, part of her clothing having been completely destroyed by these demons. “Y-You...!” she spat out.

“Don't even start! This was a long time coming.” Don barked back, stamping on the ash with his foot. “Your stupid, egotistical attitude has wreaked havoc on the Netherworld for too long! We, the Conspiracy Theorists, will succeed where Hades' prinny instructors failed! And that means beating a sense of obedience into you!”

Fuka shrank back, gritting her teeth. For the first time since being brought here, she realized that these stupid demons meant business. She shook her shoulders defiantly as Con's snake tail still had a hold on her. “Get over here and try. I'll kick you in the face.” she stated coldly, her pale feet curling, soles wrinkling. She had been taken by surprise by her kidnappers' actions, but she wouldn't show weakness again.

“No thanks, not the type of guy that's interested in that kind of thing.” Don snarked. “Con, keep holding her down. Jon, get me one of her socks.” Don demanded, as he went over to a bag that he had left nearby.

“Huh? What are you up to now?” Fuka asked, suspicious. She grimaced again as Con's tail once again squeezed her, tighter this time, feeling pressure in addition to the ropes binding her body. “U-Ugh, stop that you overgrown chicken! I'll-uurggh!” Fuka gasped for air as she was squeezed again.

“Y'know...you're kinda cute for a prinny.” Con suddenly spoke up, getting closer to her.

Fuka's mind blanked for a second. “...Excuse me?” she said with a baffled expression, sweatdropping as she could swear she was seeing little hearts in the cockatrice's eyes. Fuka was amazed at how much a turn for the worse her situation had taken so quickly. With Con directly next to her again, she began to feel the effects of his miasma again, but tried to fight it off.

“I ain't never seen such a pretty bird in the Netherworld before...you're different from all them other prinnies, somehow.”

“T-That's because I'm just wearing a hat and jacket, you IDIOT!” a hysterical Fuka proclaimed. “I'm not a prin-hnnngh!” the words died in her throat as she was squeezed again, in a manner that seemed almost possessive.

“Alright Con, quit messing around with her. Receiving insincere flirtations from another bird demon is a nice touch in instilling a prinny mindset in her, but I'm pulling out the big guns.” Don had returned, with several things in hand; a cloth, a feather, and one of Fuka's long black socks, which he had balled up.

“Y-Yeah...just messing around, is all.” Con stated wistfully as his tail released its grip on Fuka, and he walked over to Don's side. Fuka gave a relieved sigh, as she arched her back to try and get rid of the unpleasant feeling from being squeezed so much.

“First off, this training doesn't require the prinny to speak. Open up.” Don commanded, walking over to Fuka with the balled up black sock.

“What...?” Fuka didn't understand what Don was getting at, staring at the black sock in his hand...by the time she had put 2 and 2 together, the warrior had wrapped an arm around her torso so she couldn't squirm away, her eyes widening. “Y-You're not!”

“I am! This is going in your mouth.”

“No way in hell, that's gross!” Fuka whipped her head, hitting Don in the face with one of her twin-tails intentionally, the warrior getting an angry look on his face.

“You little...! Open!” He roared, as she attempted to shove the large sockball into her mouth by force. Fuka thrashed and struggled, trying to frantically kick Don in his chest, her feet bouncing off harmlessly.

“No! Nonononononononono-NNNNH!” Fuka shut her eyes tightly as she felt the sock pass her lips, being forced into her mouth. It had managed to fill every inch of her large mouth, muffling her passioned protests and causing her gag reflex to act up. She bit down on it to try and relieve the uncomfortable sensation, which proved to be a bad idea.

(“Oh god, I can taste my feet...! Ugh, I need to spit this out and taste some candy!”) Fuka had thought in disgust, but before she could use her tongue to push it out, Don had cruelly tied a cloth gag over her mouth and behind her head, knotting it off tightly. “YHHH BHHHSTRD!” Fuka gave a muffled shriek, the sock pushed even further in. From over the cloth that had become an over the mouth gag, the glare she produced with her brown eyes bore hard into Don as he finished tightening her gag.

“There. Now we're ready for the next step.” Don looked pleased with himself, as he went to Fuka's front, and pulled out the feather, presenting it to her. “Even a ditz like you knows what this means, right?”

“Mmm nnnt mm dmmmtz!” Fuka protested, but her expression took on a more horrified look when she noticed that Don was looking at her bare, helpless feet, a feather at the ready, and recalled what had happened to Archangel Flonne...

“MMMMPH!” Fuka immediately folded her legs, hiding her soles. The tops of her feet curled, further defending her soles.

“Aha, with a reaction like that, you do have a weakness after all!” Don proclaimed.

“Her feet...? This seems awfully convenient, dood.” Jon shrugged.

“I had one of my feathers plucked out in advance for this!” Con flapped his wings.

“...Doesn't that hurt? You can get feathers from other places...” the prinny sweatdropped.

“Tch, still being a troublemaker, huh?” Don taunted, as he tried to pry Fuka's legs forward again. With his own strength, he managed to bring Fuka's feet together - the helpless girl kicking and screaming the whole way - and wrapped an arm around them. Fuka's trapped feet squirmed frantically and helplessly, each toe dancing around already.

“Immh nnnt tnnchlsh!” Fuka muffled out loudly and hurriedly.

“You expect me to believe that after your reaction just now!? That's a bare-faced lie! Or perhaps...a bare-footed lie.” Don delivered the punchline, looking proud of himself. Awkward silence set in.

“Booooo.” Jon commented, unimpressed.

“I don't get it.” Con injected.

“Agh, laugh dammit! That was a good one!” Don looked disgruntled. “I'm tickling her twice as hard for this!” he added. “Hmmmmph!? Mmmmmph nnnnmhh!” the helpless Fuka balked and shook her head harder.

Don started by teasing Fuka's feet with the feather, her soles twitching from the contact. “We'll start with prinny rule number 1! A prinny must include the word 'dood' in every word they say! I want you to say 'dood', loudly so I can hear it! Otherwise...” Don threatened, as a quicker stroke across her soles caused Fuka to make a quick noise.

“N-Nnnvrhrhrhrhr!” Fuka put up a strong front in between her giggling, bare legs and feet reacting the most to the tickling, upper body shaking unsteadily. (“I'd rather be tickled to death than turned into a prinny! I-It's a good thing that neither can happen, since this is my dream...”) Fuka tried to reassure herself in her thoughts, maintaining her glare, but that thought was getting tested by the consistent feeling of her tickled feet.

Seeing that their captive wasn't bending, Don drew the feather back and forth much faster. Fuka's glare weakened more and more, eyes instead filling with unintentional mirth at being tickled against her will. It had been a mere thirty seconds before Fuka was beside herself with laughter “Hmmhmhmhmhmhm! Mmmmph mmmgh!” Fuka garbled into her gag, a blush forming on her cheeks as she thrashed and struggled, her soles wriggling frantically in every direction trying to escape.

(“I'll be fine, I'm fine! I'm fine, Desco will come save me, someone will, it's my dream!”) Fuka's mind raced with these thoughts to keep her from begging for mercy. She was so desperate to believe it, that she never considered why she could be tickled so hard and not wake up.

However, Fuka's rescuer wasn't coming. Seconds turned to minutes, and Fuka's muffled laughter was starting to sound more and more helpless. She was working up a sweat with all the struggling she had done, and her feet were being tickled so consistently that a deep red blush was appearing on her soles.

“Man, you're a strong one, alright. The Archangel cracked earlier than this!” Don exclaimed, as he stopped for a moment.

(“Oh, thank god...”) a very out of breath Fuka sighed. Her eyes having started to water up, she looked like she had lost a good deal of her energy. If she could just find a way of these ropes, she could still...

“It can't be helped. Time for the toes.” Don said suddenly. With little warning, the feather was at it again, this time attacking Fuka's toes. Her brief respite had immediately been taken away from her as a sensation worse than what her soles had endured filled her mind.

“NNNHNHNHNH!” Fuka's eyes went wide as dinner plates as she immediately started laughing again, harder than ever before. Her eyes watered even more, body rocking so hard that she was easily digging the ropes into her skin all the more through her clothes, her overwhelmed feet dancing pitifully. She felt a dreadful feeling, one that let her know it was only a matter of time before she started crying and humiliated herself far worse than saying a word ever could. Sure enough, after one particularly effective stroke across her feet...

“DHHHD! DHHHHD! DHHHD DHHHD DHHHD!” Fuka muffled over and over, repeating it loudly and frantically.

“Hah, what was that? You decide to say it now, after taking so long? I think you could use another...five minutes!” Don smirked. Since the prinny girl didn't need to breathe to live, he could do this as long as it took for her to break for good.

“NNNNNH! HLLLPH MMMH!” Fuka arched her back and cried loudly behind her gag, twisting her body helplessly.

“Just give it up, dood! Absolutely no one even knows where you are! You're completely screwed! No one's going to save you!” Jon laughed, feeling the rush of power that came from having another completely at your mercy.

“Desco disagrees.”

A young voice, as cold as the last ring of Hell, froze everyone in their tracks. Don, slowly taking the feather away from Fuka's feet, turned his head towards the source of the voice at the same time as his comrades. Fuka shut her eyes in order to clear them of water, allowing some light tears to run down her face, before looking as well with eyes full of genuine happiness. She'd recognize that voice anywhere!

Floating by the now open door, entering while everyone was preoccupied with Fuka's treatment, Desco looked at the group with anger that rivaled the expressions that Fuka herself had been giving off. She was already in combat mode, the large purple creature floating behind her back hissing while its tentacles wriggled intimidatingly. It was a look befitting of a final boss. Desco held Fuka's baseball bat in one of her tentacles, dropping it on the ground, signifying that she had tracked them all the way here.

“You kidnapped Big Sis...left Desco all alone...tied Big Sis up...and then made her cry!?” the little monster girl hissed as she swung her tail violently. “Desco will kill all of you!”

“H-Hold on, dood! This looks worse than it actually is, believe me!” Jon shouted, visibly panicked and trying to salvage a sinking ship.

“Y-Yeah! I-It wasn't OUR idea! Someone hired us!” Don affirmed.

“Then whose idea WAS it!? Desco wants answers! First demon who tells Desco will get killed the least painfully!” Desco viciously swung her tail again, arms raised in front of her, with her captive big sister cheering behind her gag.

“It was the were-!” Jon had started to say...

“It was her idea!” Con interrupted, his voice being louder than Jon.

Everyone paused. Desco slowly put her arms down. “...Huh?” Desco asked, confused.

“What?” Jon looked incredulous.

“Yeah man, she set this up. I mean, duh, right? Yup.” Don forced the clumsy lie, seeing that it gave an opening, wracking his mind for what their actual client had told them about Desco. “Someone as awesome as your big sister wouldn't actually get kidnapped for real, after all. She arranged this, to help you with your last boss training, since it'd come in awful handy for this war thing going on. She even volunteered to be the captive that the final boss kidnaps!”

“WHHHHT!?” Fuka gave a muffled yell in her bonds, disbelief evident in her eyes. She couldn't believe that such a stupid lie was being told. Desco would never fall for that!

“Y-You're lying. Big Sis would have mentioned...” Desco tried to argue, but Jon followed up.

“What, mention it, and blow the surprise?” Jon shrugged. As long as the three looked confident in their lie, and were dealing with what was effectively a child, even they could still make it through this. “I mean, we've never even met each other. We only would know all of this, because your big sister told us!” Jon nodded. “And she's such a great actor, too! Look at how much she's shaking her head!”

Fuka was indeed shaking her head incredibly hard, not able to deny this scenario hard enough, but Desco was starting to relax, though still suspicious. “Hmmm...you didn't hurt Big Sis?”

“Nope, not a scratch on her...you can check yourself.” Don mentioned. Desco proceeded to disengage combat mode for a moment, before walking over to her helpless older sister. It was true; aside from Fuka looking disheveled from struggling, and trying to shout through her gag the closer Desco got, she did not actually have any injuries or signs of abuse.

“Then...Big Sis really kidnapped herself? But I thought we were going to war with the prinnies...” Desco's bafflement was evident on her face.

“MMMMMMPH! NNNNH DSCCHH!”

“Baby steps. You, uh, need to be as final boss-like as you can possibly be before going to war, to intimidate the enemy. One of the most basic part of that is knowing what to do with a hostage!” Jon nodded sagely. Desco was silent for a moment, thinking. “I mean, you'd already know how to do something like that, right?”

“Of course Desco already knows! She's just...never had a hostage before...” Desco went silent again. “Wow...Big Sis really went this far to help Desco?”

“She sure did! She loves you that much!” Don crossed his arms and nodded. “We've heard that you were a pretty awesome final boss from how she talked about you!”

“Hehe...well, Desco works hard!” Desco balanced on her tail happily.

The conversation of the kidnappers praising Desco continued with the sound of Fuka having flopped herself onto her stomach to bang her forehead against the dungeon floor, in the hopes that doing it hard enough could possibly knock her out and spare her from this insanity. When she had done it enough to clear her head and think of a much more sensible idea, she set her sights on the open door, and begin inching towards it while avoiding the sight of everyone else. She barely made it halfway there before she was noticed, Desco's tail wrapping around her bare ankles and yanking her back.

“Hey now, Big Sis! Hostages aren't supposed to escape!” Desco told her, completely convinced that Fuka was acting and that this situation was set up.

“Nnnnh! Dschh, hllph!” Fuka tried to clearly and concisely speak to Desco, shaking her shoulders.

“Don't worry, Big Sis; Desco will be the best captor ever! Um...so...what does Desco do now?” the little monster girl tilted her head.

“You want to show your hostage who's boss, right? In this case, you'll want to do it without hurting her...so I suggest tickling.” Don said quickly.

“Me too.” Con added.

“Thirded.” Jon affirmed.

“MMMMPH MMMMMM!” Fuka let out a high pitched whine, her eyes immediately going big and pleading, not wanting another round of tickling from her little sister of all people. Her blushing feet were already squirming like crazy from the overstimulation they already received.

“Awww, Desco never knew you could play a damsel in distress so well, Big Sis...Desco feels sad just looking at you! But this is also a part of Desco's training!” Desco sniffled, then looked determined, as she floated into the air again, regaining the use of her tentacles. “Desco will tickle everywhere!”

Fuka's hysterical muffled screeching could be heard as the three kidnappers quickly huddled around each other.

“Welp...what do we do now? That bought some time, but she's going to figure out that we bullshitted her eventually, dood.” Jon spoke.

“I'm still amazed that worked. What kind of dumbass is this kid?” Don remarked.

“I wouldn't say that so loud...” Con added waringly.

“Okay, how about this? When the prinny is ready to turn over, we jump the little girl in a surprise attack. She should be able to take her down, dood.” Jon suggested.

“Yeah, then we can hand her over to that Fen-whacumacallit guy”. Con nodded.

“Hold up. Are you guys really going to settle for that? Hell, I hear that guy doesn't even pay when he makes deals like that! A natural backstabber!” Don spoke. “We could hand her over to a high paying buyer instead. We could market her as a really exotic prinny, and make a lot of money selling her off that way. They could hook you up with your old body too, Jon. I had been thinking Minotrose, but he's been holed up in Hades for a while.”

“Who?” Con asked.

“The ex-leader of the Demon Party.”

“Who's that?”

“Min-o-trose!”

“Mine-o-toes?” Con asked, baffled as he looked over to Fuka's feet, still being tickled tremendously. “Well yeah, she does have nice toes and I can see why you'd want 'em, but that doesn't answer my question.”

The sound of Con being violently knocked up into the ceiling and then crashing back down again couldn't stop Desco from focusing on her mission; Operation Tickle Big Sis! Truthfully, it was something she always thought would be fun to do, but never dared to bring up; tickling was a sisterly thing to do, right? She certainly hadn't expected Fuka to be THIS ticklish. She was only tickling her feet, stomach, and neck at the same time, and she was already struggling like crazy!

“Gee, Big Sis! You're so ticklish, this is almost like training for you too! It's a surprisingly girlish weakness for the future ruler of the universe!” Desco commented.

Any resistance Fuka could offer at this point had long since evaporated. She was tired, miserable, overwhelmed, and looked every bit as vulnerable as she felt. She felt like she should have passed out a while ago, but her body would deny her even that. To Desco's knowledge, Fuka had just started receiving this treatment, unknowing that she had already been pushed past her limits before Desco arrived. It only furthered the impression in Desco's mind that Fuka was playing a damsel.

“She's gonna break any minute now. When that happens, we'll be able to convince her of anything, and brainwash her throughougly into being a prinny, after we take care of her little sister. We'll figure out a buyer later. Understood?” Don whispered to his cohorts, and Con and Jon nodded, Jon narrowing his eyes and drawing his knives. The group silently began to sneak behind Desco, weapons drawn...

Fuka noticed this in the midst of her tickling, and she was whipped out of her helpless state with the revelation that her little sister was in very real danger. With the last bit of energy she had, she whipped her neck at a certain moment, causing the tentacle tickling her neck to brush her gag looser.

“Huh? Big Sis?” Desco was surprised by this move, as Fuka moved her head to further lower the gag, before quickly spitting out the now damp sock that was in her mouth.

“Desco, behind you!” Fuka yelled with a raspy voice.

Desco immediately whipped around. She saw Jon, his knife drawn back in a position for him to have literally stabbed her in the back if she didn't turn around. With him was Don and Con with a sword and a mace, respectively. The four stared at each other silently. During which, Con dropped the mace he was holding with his beak.

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...Uh, there's an explanation for this too.” Don said quickly.

“Desco.” Fuka spoke.

“Yes, Big Sis?”

“Kill them.”

“YES, BIG SIS!”

Desco's rage exploded all at once as a terrifying aura engulfed her, the three villains dropping their weapons and hysterically running to the nearest door...however, Con was in front, and tripped, causing the other two to trip over him and fall in a heap.

“Gah, get up, all of you! What are we even running from? She's like, practically a toddler! We're full grown demons! We can take her! C'mon Con, let's Magichange again!” Don exclaimed, pumping his fist.

“Magichange, yu-noooooope.” Con had started to say, but took a look at Desco.

“What's the problem?” Don asked, as he and Jon also looked. “Uh...was that monster always there?”

Desco, in her righteous fury, had transformed. A giant, eldrich horror in the shape of an octopus, with one eye in the center floated before them, her half of the room seeming to have disappeared, replaced with another dimension entirely. The terrifying true power of the Death/Extermination Submersible Combat Organism; Yog-Sogoth.

“...Damnit, I'm never going to get my body back.” Jon complained.

“Our new bills are going to SUCK.” Don added, mere moments before Desco obliterated the half of the room they were in with a giant laser blast.

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“You called me, Lord Val?”

“Ah, there you are Fenrich. I've been meaning to ask you...have you seen Fuka recently?”

Back in Hades, the Tyrant turned Prinny Instructor, Valvatorez, addressed his loyal servant.

“...Not recently, my lord.” Fenrich answered. “She must have gone out to help quell the prinny war, unaware that you have already crushed it personally with your wondrous power. Such a scatterbrained lass.”

“I see. It's strange...Hades is a lot quieter when she isn't here. Well, I suppose it's her right. She earned her right to live as Fuka, rather than a prinny. She doesn't need to stay in Hades all the time. Now then, I'm off to oversee the prinnies.” Valvatorez nodded.

“As you say, my lord.” Fenrich bowed slightly, staying behind while his vampire master wandered off. (“...Hmm. Judging from the fact that those imbeciles haven't returned the girl to me, I've either been backstabbed, or they managed to get themselves killed. Oh well. Hardly an undesireable outcome either way.”) Fenrich's face went dark as he smiled that evil grin. (“Whether she comes back or not, I'll plead ignorance. Perhaps with one less distraction for a little while, Lord Val can start to set his sights on greatness again...All is for my lord...”)

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The room formally known as the Conspiracy Theorist's dungeon was once again almost completely destroyed, rubble everywhere, particularly where the Theorists themselves once stood. Among this wreckage...

“I'm soooo sorry, Big Sis! Desco won't ever do something like that again!” Desco cried.

(“It's okay, Desco...I'm not mad. I just...why are you...”) Fuka thought, bewildered at the current situation.

As it turned out, after destroying her kidnappers with impunity, Desco became incredibly protective of Fuka, to the point where she decided that outside wasn't safe for now. In order to execute mission directive “Protect Big Sis” most effectively, she found it logical to stay inside this room for an as of yet undetermined amount of time. To keep Fuka from arguing against what was for her own good, Desco regagged her, a sensation that Fuka was now uncomfortably familiar with. Desco, herself, cuddled with the tied up Fuka, hugging her tight, with her large tail curled around her big sister.

“Desco will keep Big Sis safe...no wars until then...let's just...nap...with Big Sis...so warm...” Desco yawned, her eyelids getting heavy, smiling as she indulged in a sisterly fantasy. Within moments, Desco had fallen asleep.

Part of Fuka wanted to scream at her for even thinking of falling asleep and leaving her tied up after the day she went through; the other part felt that Desco looked far too adorable while sleeping to bother. Fuka gave a long, drawn out, muffled sigh. She had no doubt Desco would keep her safe, but it felt like she had just switched captors in some weird way.

(“Why me...!?”)