- Um... Corvi, are you sure about this? - the plump yellow canary was spinning in front of the mirror, pulling the ends of her long skirt in different ways. The fact that this skirt was so big that she could get entangled in it entirely was less of a problem.

- I'm sure! - the crow showed the bird a thumb with a varnished red claw. - You look simply stunning, believe me.

The canary turned to the mirror again. The black half-boots with open toes were still okay, but this skirt... She sighed. Being very shy in life, Syrka was not used to refusing anyone, but now she had no other choice. Corvi's tastes were too specific, and so she twitched her tail, her wings, turned around and said with all the firmness she could muster:

- No, - and then she added, losing that very firmness with each word, speaking more and more quietly and less and less confidently. - It... Well, it doesn't suit me at all. Forgive me, Corvi, but I won't wear it.

She even closed her eyes at the end, then carefully opened her left eye. The older bird stood with her arms folded across her chest and frowned slightly. Then she shook her head and turned away, her arms folded across her chest. Clearly very offended by the canary. The girl felt ashamed, it was impossible to insult the crow more than to humiliate her taste in fashion. Especially since she herself invited her to try it on, unlike Corvi, Syrka hardly knew anything about clothes!

- Corvi! Please, forgive me, forgive me... - Syrka jumped up to her. She tried to hug the crow with her wing, for which she, a short girl, had to stand on tiptoe, but the crow only jerked her shoulder, throwing off her feathers. - Well, what can I do to make you stop being offended?

- Well, certainly not apologize, - the crow snorted, throwing her head back and looking somewhere to the side, deliberately avoiding looking at Syrka. - In any case, not with words.

- I understand... At least tell me how, - Syrka folded her hands in a lock, and humiliatingly bent her wings. - I will do everything to make you forgive me!

- Everything? - the crow grinned.

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Although thick feathers generally allowed her to hide her body and not be embarrassed by nudity, Syrka still felt uncomfortable, left completely naked. However, if only that were all! She wasn't just sitting on her bottom on the floor in Corvi's room, her tail stretched out: her hands were tied behind her back, thereby pressing her bent wings to her back, and her legs in black boots, which they had bought after all, were pushed through the holes in the wooden blocks. The canary's heart was pounding desperately, beating many times faster than usual; she moved her tied hands slightly, not with the aim of freeing herself, but simply checking the strength of the ropes that entangled them, and she was tied very well! Syrka moved her shoulders slightly, finally convinced herself of this, without Corvi's help she would not have freed her hands. There was nothing to say about her legs, her paws were covered with rubber, which lined the holes in the blocks from the inside, and the halves of the wooden blocks themselves were locked together with a padlock.

"Well, you agreed to everything yourself," Corvi reminded, sitting down next to her and crossing her legs. Reaching forward, she grabbed the right boot, pulled the rope loose, and released Syrka's pink paw. She curled all three top toes, bending the bottom back one as well.

- W-what are you thinking?

- Oh, it's nothing.

The claws of the lie gently pressed against her sole, moving up and down without much pressure. Syrka closed her eyes, her tummy pressed into her body, and her feathers fluttered; a pleasant sensation pierced her sole, becoming stronger as Corvy's claws moved along her paw. It was... A very strange feeling, and not exactly a bad one. Squinting slightly, Syrka looked up at Corvy; Corvy looked straight into her eyes, while gradually increasing the pressure of her paw. The claws began to tingle Syrka's paw more intensely, and the crow began to slowly move them, as if stroking the captive's leg.

- Mf... It tickles...

- That's the goal.

The second boot came off as easily as the first. New claws touched Syrka's second paw, and she involuntarily shuddered from their touch, swinging left and right; the tickling gradually became more intense, and Syrka even yelped. The crow's fingers ran over the entire surface of her paws, they tickled her especially hard under her toes, forcing them to bend literally every few seconds. Slightly opening her pink beak, Syrka began to breathe faster, her wings fluttered, trying to open, but her tied hands prevented them from doing so. A pleasant discharge ran through her paws from the constant touches, causing all her feathers to rise, Syrka shuddered, then threw her head back and squealed:

- Hee-hee-hee... - her paws moved in the pads, trying to cover each other, but this did not interfere with the tickling from Corvi, and only intensified the sensations experienced by Syrka. Corvi increased the pace even more, and her claws now moved throughout the entire space of Syrka's paws, tickling her literally everywhere they could reach. Syrka snorted louder, her fingers actively curled and straightened in response to this tickling, - Ha-a-ha-ha! - the canary could not resist and laughed fully. - Corvi, enough, that's it, ha-a-a-a-ha!

- Enough? I just started!

- Wee-e-e! - the canary howled, feeling a much greater tickle: the crow's claws penetrated between her fingers, pressing hard, but not scratching, but tickling so much that the poor canary even began to jump on the floor, desperately twitching her tail. It did not help! The tickling intensified, the long crow's fingers moved so quickly that it became difficult to follow them, but Syrka felt the touch of the claws very clearly. Then, however, they gave way to fingers, but that didn't make it any easier: touching the captive with only her pads, Corvi skillfully tickled her without her natural blades, irritating the rough skin of her paws with every touch and sending tickling discharges along Syrka's soles, from which she burst into louder and louder, more cheerful laughter!

- Ha-aa-ha-ha-ha!

- Oh, how cutely you laugh! Perhaps I should have tickled you more often!

- Corvi-e-e, hahaha! Please, enough! HAHAH!

- Not enough yet, - Corvi transferred all her attention to Syrka's left foot, allowing her right one to dangle and kick in the air with her splayed fingers. She jerked so much that she lifted the blocks, however, only by half a centimeter, and then immediately lowered her legs to the floor, shaking and trembling from the tickling. - You're a canary, so sing more cheerfully!

- IIIIHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAH! Corviiii, hahaha! Well Corviiii, hahahaha!

While one of her paws was desperately shaking, Corvi ran her claws over the other one, first, making it shudder and freeze, and then - with her fingertips, tickling the girl even more than before. Syrka's wings were desperately twitching, she shook her head and laughed, shaking her whole body and shaking her chest; the tickling spread along her poor paw with a crazy itch, which covered the canary even without Corvi's touch, with phantom sensations.

- HAHPHPHAHAH! - Syrka was choking with laughter. - Enough, enough, I beg you! Forgive me, Corvi, hahaha!

But the tickling did not stop - the canary, with her eyes closed, was twitching from side to side with all her might, straining her legs in an attempt to free them from the stocks, but no way! But these movements did not bother Corvi at all, and she continued tickling the canary's paws without hindrance, again returning to sorting through both of her feet with her claws.

Syrka's shrill, but pleasant, and canary-like melodic laughter filled the entire room, a smile blazed on Corvi's beak, and apparently, the canary will not be able to free herself from the stocks any time soon!