Tree Plugger (CBT, Sounding)

This is another story that started as an RP by me and Docsigma on the BB Fanatics Discord, and was refurbished into a complete story because I liked it a lot. It was originally going to be a standalone involving his minotaur character, but I decided to work it into the shared neighborhood setting that was introduced in "The Wyvern and the Bull", partly because it also helped a little with the worldbuilding of said setting.

Also, introducing my second female OC here, Magnolia the Dryad (and her woodpecker familiar, Tereus)! I created her as a nameless dryad for an RP with someone else enacting one of my favorite CBT fantasies - someone being trapped in a tree with a certain type of bird impaling his exposed balls - but I liked her personality too much for her to be discarded, so I've made her a resident of the neighborhood setting, meaning that she'll be visiting the household Talos lives in every so often and may be getting stories focusing on her as well. Here's an approximation of what she looks like:

https://f4.bcbits.com/img/a0177977609_16.jpg

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Tree Plugger

By Skaea

Contains: F/M ballbusting, gore, cock torture, penetration, and consensual testicular harm.

Word Count: 4,871

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There were a lot of things that the inter-dimensional neighborhood our group of well-endowed monsters lived in had in common with the kind that you or I would be familiar with. The streets, houses, driveways, and gardens were all very much like the ones in a typical suburb, though the layout was less linear and more twisting, meandering, and branching almost like the blood vessels of some giant living being. In the middle of the neighborhood, however, things were dramatically different…

A few days after his draconic house-mate had moved in, the morning sun found Minos taking a causal stroll, like he always did. This morning routine was a daily reminder that at his heart, he was a barbarian with an affinity to resort to fisticuffs, even if he now lived out his days in a cozy home that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a 50’s-era sitcom. A couple of turns and intersections away from his place, however, he found himself entering a vast island of green, taking up much of the center of this strange but homey locale. This forested area was officially called “The Park”, but some of the non-native residents who had escaped its depths referred to it as “The Hungry Jungle”, and for good reason. Hushed whispers spoke of plants of every variety growing in here like some mysterious Eden, including a few more hostile ones that had a hunger for flesh… especially some very precious flesh…

Corrin Chooses To Be Tickled (TK)

"Barefoot - A Smash Bros Comic" by Yayster

Here's something I wrote a while back that I decided to cross-post here - and also expand upon a little. I had the idea for a while after Corrin from Fire Emblem: Fates was revealed as a playable character for Super Smash Bros. for the 3DS and Wii U, and I have to say that he's grown on me a lot since then. I liked the fic a lot but eventually decided that it was a bit short for my tastes (I literally wrote it in less than a day originally), so I decided to expand upon it a little for the Blogger version. ;)

The comic linked above (courtesy of the hilarious Final Smash Comics, check out their Tumblr here) was the main inspiration for this fic, and while I know Robin (who's from Fire Emblem: Awakening, in case you're wondering) wouldn’t be that sadistic I have a feeling a few other Smashers probably would be. The Internet loathed Corrin with a passion when he was first revealed from what I heard and no doubt some of his fellow fighters would’ve felt the same way, seeing as they figured his slot could’ve been used for someone from a less represented game. I don’t know what personalities the avatars would have besides being player-controlled, but I hope I didn’t make them too OOC, all things considered!

Super Smash Bros, Fire Emblem © Nintendo

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Corrin Chooses To Be Tickled

by Skaea

Contains: F/M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling, with some mild foot worship. SFW.

Word Count: 2,874

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Corrin stepped into his room, his head bowed, the corners of his eyes watering. It had not been a good day, he knew that much. Especially not with three very hostile and very malicious enemies whaling upon him almost nonstop just a half-hour earlier. It was good that Dr. Mario had been able to get him patched up, but he’d decided not to fight anymore for today.

In fact, he was done with Smashing entirely.

Too many enemies on the battlefield. Too many insults. Too many losses thanks to everyone ganging up on him… No wonder his light had gone out.

Some weeks ago, he’d chosen Smash Bros. to bide his time until he could make a decision. Nohr or Hoshido? Which would it be? He loved them both, and he couldn’t stand to see them fight. He’d only wanted to get away from the conflict for a while so he could start looking at it from a fair angle.

If only everyone hadn’t been so unfair to him.

Closing the door behind him, the half-dragon let his Yato sword clatter to the floor before walking over to his bed and collapsing onto it face-down, fully clothed. He was too tired to even take off his armor, and he didn’t really care either. He didn’t know if fate had a sense of humor, but if it did, it would have had a very cruel sense of humor to send him here of all places.

Pulling his pillow towards him, he buried his face in it and started to cry in earnest. As he sobbed, a voice in the back of his mind spoke loud and clear: He’d leave first thing tomorrow. He’d have to go back to his families and start his quest in earnest. At least it was better than being almost universally despised.

…Almost universally despised?

Corrin was so busy wallowing in his misery that he didn’t even know someone else had entered the room, or that they’d shut the door behind them, until they tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up, his cheeks flushed, his eyes slightly puffy.

“Are you okay?”