Aliens vs human ticklishness -- TheDragonsFlame
The ships' human was out of sorts. Grumpy. Tetchy. Upset. They had gone close-mouthed and reticent, and it was Gorthax's job to keep the human happy. He had read what the Edge Territories knew about humans, three times over. And attempted every comfort. Except this one.
Humans thrived on companionable touch. But humans also had eroding acids in their perspiration. Which was a problem because a human could wither and die under the influence of Touch Starvation. He researched thoroughly and found a way to combat the problem.
Insulation. He picked a material that was human-proof, but also amenable to human tactile needs. Gorthax chose fluffy as a texture and basically re-invented the Love Glove. Next, he approached the human in a companionable manner and, as gently as possible, applied a soothing touch.
The human erupted into giggles. Twitched away. "What the hell, Gorx? What are you doing?"
"I am applying a tactile therapy, to feed your need for touch." He tried to re-apply the haptic therapy.
"Well that tickles. Stop it."
"Is this not correct?"
"Oh boy. Okay. You have the correct idea. The love glove is hilarious. But. Um. You... probably don't need to be gentle with me. Deathworlder. I'm tougher than you beautiful little insects."
Gorthax winced in imagined sympathy as he gouged at Human Terri's exposed flesh with the love glove. It didn't even leave a mark.
"Yeah," cooed the human. "That's nice."
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