I apologize for not being able to update this blog in the past few months - I am going through a difficult and hectic period at the moment, and will probably have to defer all future updates until a time when things calm down. But rest assured that I'm still doing artwork and hopefully will continue doing writing as well! I've got plenty of ideas to choose from that I still need to put on paper. ;P
Anyway, last month, I decided to add some variety to my Patreon rewards and also step a bit outside of my extremely restricted comfort zone with regards to the tickle stuff I write - namely, both the monthly reward for this past July and the story attached to it are the first time in a long while that I've produced tickle content where all the participants are female. It's a rarity, but with the characters concerned being among my favorites from a game I've been obsessively playing for over half a year now, there was no way I was going to pass this up. As always, I'm not going to be sharing the full story; it is, however, available for those who subscribe to my Patreon, with the link to the post in question being provided at the end of this preview. If you want to find out what happened next, join my Patreon today!
Fate/Grand Order (c) Type-Moon
by Skaea
With a groaning noise like an awakening chthonic horror, the Bewitching Black Serpent, the original Rider, struggled against the bindings that contained her, preventing her from exacting her savage vengeance upon this world. And just as well, too, for she was of great and terrible power, her furious retribution as inescapable as it was inevitable.
Which was why, at least according to the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, what she and the Sakura Saber were about to do to her was going to be so, so worth it.
“Why did I agree to this?” Medusa grumbled. “If you had told me that you were going to chain me to the wall of this inexplicable dungeon cell, I would’ve reconsidered.”
The pink-haired girl by her side gave her the most adorable baby-eye she could manage. “Awww, please? For us? You’re helping us settle a debate, and you’re not going to say no to that, right?”
“Okita-san, don’t be ridiculous, she agreed to do everything we specified!” her dark-haired companion responded, rolling her blood-red eyes in exasperation. “Look, she even has a happy smile on her face already!”
“All I did was say yes, and I didn’t think it would involve, well, this!” Medusa tried to pull her arms free from the shackles bolting her to the nigh-indestructible stone wall behind her as a demonstration, and completely failing to actually do so. She felt a slight relief that at least her blindfold hadn’t been thrown in – perhaps the dark-haired girl now eyeing her freshly de-booted feet was not such a monster after all despite her claims to the contrary.
But Oda Nobunaga was not going to let her purple-haired Rider friend miss out on this. It was going to be a show to go down in history, and Medusa was going to have a front-row seat!
“I suppose I did word it in such a way that you wouldn’t have questioned it until after we got you in this thing,” Nobu chuckled. “Though of course I’ve always been kinda sneaky that way, so it can’t be helped!”
“Is that why you’re a four-star, to deceive the players into believing you’re easier to obtain?” Okita Souji asked, raising an eyebrow. “You do know you were a welfare back in the first Gudaguda event, right? They’re four-stars by default.”
“Don’t remind me!” Nobu snapped. “But that’s beside the point. What I bought in our purple-haired friend for is to settle this ridiculous debate we’ve been having for four hours now!”
Medusa gulped, her eyes widening as she connected the dots within a split second. “And that debate is…?”
“Simple,” Nobu replied, giving her a sly look and wiggling her fingers teasingly. “Which one of us is the better tickler?”
“NooooOOO…!”
“This was the only way to resolve it.” Okita poked at the big toe of Medusa’s right foot, making her flinch. “Alright, Nobu-san, you take one foot and I take the other. Anything goes – any implements or techniques we can think of. But rest assured, this will be Okita-san’s great victory once I get her to cry for mercy!”
Naturally, she coughed a second later, a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. Nobu passed her a tissue to wipe the blood off without missing a beat.
“You’re on,” the Demon King replied with the most evil grin on her face.
Medusa’s heart sank. This would take a while…
