Link vs. the Lizalfos Squad (TK)

Here's the revised version of the second chapter of this story collection. There's no cover art for this one this time, at least for now, because I had to do a lot of short-notice editing to remove some content which was and is considered completely unacceptable, including the original cover pic - to put it succinctly, I learned the hard way that the artistic content I share on my social media is REQUIRED to be my own work and should NEVER have been stolen from anyone else, regardless of how highly I view anyone else's work. While only the one chapter was publicly posted that had this particular issue, however, it turns out the same problems it had were true of the chapter following it as well, meaning that the original version of that one has now been scrapped. I even considered scrapping both stories entirely because of what went down, but I decided to go with editing them to be ripoff-free because I needed an effective bridge or intermediary between the first story of the collection and the last one I have planned for it. With that being said, though, with all the plagiarized content removed, the writing I consider my own was weakened significantly in terms of story flow, and I didn't want either story to end up becoming severely shortened. I solved the problem by taking the portions of both works that I felt were the strongest and/or worked best with the progression of the plot, combining them into a single longer story, and changing the scenario entirely. It was thankfully easy to change the core plot elements of the story in such a way that most if not all of the kinkier stuff could be preserved to the best of my ability, albeit with a lot of changes in the wording to fit the circumstances of the updated plot. Because I'm not comfortable anymore using the illustrations that were planned to be the basis for the original two stories that got combined into this one, I also intend to commission an entirely new illustration to serve as the cover art for this story in the near future. Knowing what went down last night, I figured it was only fair of me to exhibit more integrity with respect to the illustrated parts of this story set as well.

The third and final installment in this collection should still be on track for release tomorrow evening - and you can be assured that there will be no ripped off content in it and that any illustrations used in it were done so with the permission of everyone who contributed to their creation in the first place (since for those I asked in advance). All the same, I apologize once again to everyone who was disappointed with my actions or the fact that I had to take down the previous version, and as unpleasant as this little experience was for me and all else involved, there was definitely an important lesson to be gleaned from it and I hope I can take it to heart for the foreseeable future.

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild belongs to Nintendo.

________________________________________
 

Link vs. the Lizalfos Squad

by Skaea

Contains: */M tickling, feet and all over. SFW.

Word Count: 3,681

________________________________________

 

It had been some time since Link had made his escape from that bizarre Deku Baba, and much to his annoyance, he’d already begun to miss the damn thing. Somehow, he couldn’t stop thinking about the way those vines and grass stems had played with his bare, soft soles and toes. He knew he couldn’t afford to lose focus when it came to his mission to restore peace to Hyrule and deal with the curse that had plagued this land for literally a hundred years… so it was easy to imagine why a thought as intrusive as this would drive him to distraction.

He had to find something else to focus on, and he had to find it soon. Otherwise, the tantalizing thought of somehow wanting to once again experience the day before, torturous as it had been, would inevitably make him lose his mind.

He was getting seriously annoyed now. Not with the fact that the monsters themselves wanted a piece of him, that much was a fact of life by this point. No, what was frustrating was that even though he knew it’d be hazardous to his health… deep down, he actually wanted to be subject to a merciless tickle attack.

He hated that fact more than anything. He’d forced himself to repress his feelings almost all the time before he’d been forced into stasis, seeing as he didn’t want anyone to discover the insecurities and uncertainties he’d carried. It had also been why he’d kept quiet for the most part, so most people usually got the impression that he couldn’t speak at all.

Of course, those he allowed to become close to him — Zelda especially — knew better. So in theory, if they heard his laughter, they’d know it was him, but anyone else would only think it was just another anonymous stranger they’d heard. All the better, if anyone had ill intentions with him…

The strangest thing was, getting tickled was not one of the things in life he truly despised. Even when it was meant to break him, to torture him to insanity, it still felt… rather cathartic, now that he thought about it. Almost like a release, a rush, a way to let his mind go without having to hold himself back. It felt… freeing.

And that honestly scared him more than he’d like to admit.

“Dammit all… I have no patience for such things,” he said to himself as he ventured across the sandy plains of Gerudo Desert, now dressed in the Vai beauty outfit he’d used to infiltrate Gerudo Town the day before. The hot, dusty wind chafed a bit against his exposed skin, but he couldn’t possibly care less as he continued combing the dunes in search of what he needed. “Is it too much to ask for a way to keep me busy?!”

He knew he had to talk to Zelda about this issue of his later. She had to know, he knew at least that much. Perhaps she’d be able to help him cope…

With a grunt of annoyance, he pushed that train of thought as far back into the recesses of his mind as he could, focusing on the beach he was now approaching. There wasn’t much here that could possibly help him in his quest to defeat Ganon and save the nation, but he’d cleaned out just about everywhere else by now. And he knew he had to be thorough.

Even so, he still had to be careful…

As if on cue, a distant sound reached his pointed ears before he could continue that train of thought. It would be a very long time before he’d find any humor in what had just crossed his mind, but for now, his musings would have to wait.

Hiding behind a sandbar (though not before silently thanking to the goddesses that there weren’t any Deku Babas in these arid conditions), Link made slow but steady progress during his approach towards the series of reptilian hisses and gurgles that sounded closer and closer with each quiet footstep. Taking care not to disturb a grain of sand, the Hylian made his way towards the crest of the dune, before peeking over the top to scope out what was ahead of him.

“Lizalfos!” he whispered to himself. “I knew it…”

He had to be careful. One false move and he’d be attacked for sure. But there seemed to be a lot more of the scaly fiends than he considered comfortable… about nine or so in total, to be specific. They were all cooped up in a crude camp of some sort, perhaps a repurposed Bokoblin hideout. Wiping them all out would spare any nearby settlements a lifetime of misery, but he was hopelessly outnumbered. What to do, what to do?

Taking a moment to look around at the campsite, the Hylian did his best to locate and take in every single element of the setting before him that could be of use somehow. There were of course plenty of weapons scattered about, but they wouldn’t be of much use given how worn they looked, and he had better ones anyway; it was just that he felt the need to save them for something more important, since overuse of them could lead to them breaking at the worst possible time. At least the opposition seemed measley enough that he could afford sacrificing a simpler sword or several cheap arrows to get rid of them, right?

That was when he saw something else at the center of the camp, something which the Lizalfos seemed to be guarding, now that he got a second look at their positions. It was a massive, pyramidal stack of barrels, each almost as tall as he was. And from the colors of their wood and the patterns upon the sides, the contents were, presumably, quite volatile. Could this be a shipment of ammunition to a higher-ranking member of the dark forces of Ganon?

“Still,” he whispered to himself, “that’ll do nicely.”

Taking another look at the giant pile of explosives, Link considered his options carefully. As it happened, there were only two. He had just one fire arrow left, and only one remaining bomb; either of those would work, but he’d either have to get in close enough to put the bomb in the right place and then run for the hills, or aim the arrow in such a way that it’d be able to reach the contents of the barrels without being snuffed by hitting the wood. Which option would be easier?

Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to make a decision. Something rose up behind him, and he only got a chance to turn his head around before something hard struck him square across the face. The last thing he heard before he blacked out was the gibbering, hissing laughter of the club-toting Lizalfos that he couldn’t believe he had just allowed to get the drop on him…

**********

He awoke with a start, finding himself under an expanse of shade despite still being in the desert. But something was wrong. He couldn’t tell what at first, but he guessed that hitting his head might’ve had something to do with that.

Trying to gain his bearings, he took a look around. His gaze fell upon the birds in the sky overhead, the warm glow of the sunlight illuminating the desert sand beyond the opening of the tent he was in, his bare feet sticking out of the sand, the dry bushes rustling in the breeze — wait…

“AHHHHH!” he yelled in surprise, now realizing what was wrong with this picture. Save for his head and his large, bare feet, his entire body had somehow been embedded into the sandy ground underneath the decrepit, tattered shelter.

“Who did this? WHO?!” he yelled at nobody in particular, struggling vainly to exhume himself for a few moments. He couldn’t tell who was the culprit — any tracks around him would have likely been erased by the wind by now. But he had a feeling he knew the answer, since digging a hole in the sand wasn’t beyond the Lizalfos’ expertise.

“And no weapons, either…” he muttered in clear displeasure. “Could this get any worse?”

A hissing, chuckling sound came from outside of the tent, drawing his attention. He looked up just in time to see the first of the Lizalfos slipping into the remains of the tent, its scaly visage sporting a grin of unbridled malice. Then another one entered. And another…

“I should not have said that,” he murmured, glaring at the scaly monsters with murderous intent. “Just you wait until I get free!”

If the Lizalfos knew that Link was trying to intimidate them, they didn’t care. Gathering around his tied form with snorts of excitement, they drew closer and closer, reaching out with their clawed hands as though about to savage him.

He twisted this way and that, once again trying to pull his body out of the sand, but then he felt the blunt point of a Lizalfos claw prodding against the ball of his foot. “Gahahahhahhh!” He squirmed away instinctively, before realizing what he had just revealed to the opposition.

There was silence as the two parties realized what this reaction meant. Then all of the enemies raised their hands and wiggled their claws tauntingly.

The Hylian began to panic. “No… NO! Anything but that—”

Too late. Two of the creatures descended upon his bare feet, the others surrounding him from all sides to cheer them on. He only had the chance to scream once before he was set upon by the pair, wiggling tail tips and prodding claws coming down on his defenseless, soft soles.

“YAAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAH!” he yelled, twisting his head about constantly now as he felt his nerves light up from every touch of the claws and tails assaulting him. “NONONONOOOHHAHAHEHEHEHEHEEE! GET AWAHAHAAYYY! EEHEHEEHHEHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA!” he yelled, again struggling in vain to push himself out of the sand. But the Lizalfos wouldn’t let up; in fact, they only seemed to grow even bolder upon hearing his cackling protests.

“PFHHAHAAHHAHAHH IT TICKLEHEHEHES! STAHAHAHAHHP!” Link thrashed his head about, curling and spreading his toes in a vain bid to move them out of the way. But as he could only watch in horror, two more of the monsters on either side of his feet reached forth before wrapping their scaly fingers around his big toes before bending and pulling them back, so his soles were stretched tightly.

His feet thus restrained, the two others tickling him leaned their heads forward, mouths open with trickles of saliva dripping from them. Their long, serpentine tongues emerged like huge, disgusting worms, and promptly began stroking up and down each long, soft arch, causing him to scream hysterically with tears running down his face.

“KYAAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAHHAH! CUT IT OHOHOHOHOUT! BWAHAHHAH AAIIIIIEEEEHEHEHHIIIEEEHEHEHEH L-LICKIHIHING?! NYOOOHOHOHOHAHHAHAH M-MAKE IT STOOAAAAHAHAHHAHAHHHHAAP!!”

Unfortunately, Link was going to get no response at all to indicate that the creatures cared about his distress. Instead, the Lizalfos only redoubled their torturous teasing, wiggling each of his unbound toes in turn with their talons while at the same time using their tongues to tracing multiple ticklish circles and spirals and figure eights all at once around and around the arches and balls of his big feet.

He was feeling increasingly lightheaded now, finding it harder to draw breath let alone speak coherently. But even while his soles were experiencing far more stroking and poking than the hero was ever equipped to handle, he didn’t dare risk thinking that there wasn’t anything the opposition could dish out that could possibly be any worse than this. It seemed that the torment was escalating by the minute, and it wouldn’t stop until he was completely overwhelmed — or worse. Was it possible for someone to laugh themselves to death? He certainly didn’t want to find out.

Two of the Lizalfos broke away from the teasing collective, crawling towards his trembling, shaking head. Before he could yell in alarm, though, they had suddenly started clawing at the sand next to his buried body, digging into the soft substrate. There was a slight reprieve for his tormented soles due to the fewer Lizalfos playing with them, but if only he knew there was far worse to come.

“W-WHAT’S GOING OHOHOHOHOHONNN?!” he cried, his head and feet struggling uselessly as he felt a rough sensation now crawling along his ribs and sides. He couldn’t place it at first, but when he experienced the sensation of his body being groped at and pushed upward, he realized in abject horror that he was being pulled right out of the sand by the pack of wretched reptiles!

“NOOOOOOOOHHOHOHAHAHAHAH!” he shrieked, still laughing from two of the Lizalfos using their claws to trace slow spirals around his arches. The ones binding his toes proceeded to seize his ankles with their graspers and began to tug his legs out as well.

Finally, with one great heave, the scaly-skinned quartet yanked his entire body clear out of the sand, which collapsed to form a small crater where he had been trapped. Releasing their hold on his chest, the two Lizalfos that had dug him free let him fall onto the sand, making him see small lights in his eyes for a moment as he landed flat on his back. Almost instantly, he tried to scooch away with his arms, only to stop against his will and realize, much to his chagrin, that his legs were still under the other two reptiles’ restraint.

“PFFHAHAHAHHAHH LET GO OF MEEEHEHEHEEE! YAHAHAHAHHAHHH!”

Blinking tears from his eyes, the blond hero struggled to regain his bearings and get a good look at his tormenters and try and find out what, if anything, could possibly dissuade them from torturing him like this. But he found no weak point he could exploit, and nothing within his reach he could use to fend them off. And only a moment later did he realize in terror that there were only two Lizalfos attacking his large soles and two more binding his ankles.

“BAAHAAHHHAH — WHAT THEHEHEHEHEHE—?!”

Two more pairs of powerful, taloned hands suddenly wrapped around his wrists, and within less than a second, he had been pulled right out of the ground. He shrieked in horror as he realized what the monsters were doing, but there was no escape now. Taking their sweet time to keep their prey in a spread-eagle position, four of the Lizalfos held him fast while the two cohorts that weren’t already torturing his feet swiftly descended upon his helpless armpits, ribs, and stomach…

“YAAAIIIEEEEEEEEHEHEHHEHEHEHEEEEAAAHHA!” Link cried out at the top of his voice. “OHHHHH FFFUUUUAAAAHAHAHAHAHAH! NOOOOOHOHOHOHOOOO! SOMEONE! AHAHAHANYOHOHONE! HHHEHEHEHEEELP!!!”

The two Lizalfos that had begun his torture had not abandoned his big feet, and the one holding his left ankle had even volunteered to assist them with the tip of its tail. Taking heed of his frantically wiggling toes, it grabbed a hold of them again and pulled them back, while at the same moment, the one grasping his other ankle did the same.

“NOOOOOOO!” he wailed, but it was too late. Both of the Lizalfos attacking his feet started dragging their tongues up and down the arches and flicking the tips at the exposed bases and stems of his toes, covering his soles in moisture and reaching into every sensitive inch of skin upon them.

“YAAAAAAHHHHH! OH MY GODDESSEHEHEHEHEEESSSS!! HHAHHAHAHAHAHAH AAAHHHHH! NO NOT THE TOHOHOHONGUES! HEHEHEH ENOUGH WITH THE LICKIHIHIHING! HAHHAHHAHAH PLEEHEHEHEHEHEEEASE!! SOMEONE, HEHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEELLLP MEEEEHEHEHHEHEHHEHHEEEEE!!!”

And so Link continued cackling and screaming at the top of his voice, but he was quite sure nobody would be able to hear him, and even if someone were to understand that he was in danger, they wouldn’t be able to reach him in time, let alone overpower all the Lizalfos now licking, prodding, and scribbling all over his sensitive flesh.

Through the haze of the maddening sensations that were now completely overwhelming him, Link wondered if any of the Lizalfos at the camp were not preoccupied with their screaming, cackling captive. Blinking back tears and straining to look past the ravening mob, he finally found his answer. The one Lizalfos that had knocked him out to begin with had dragged his travel bag into the heart of camp, having emptied the contents all over the ground outside the tent. It was now fiddling around with his tablet, the ancient technology that he used for most of his recordings of daily life, and also to activate certain devices for traversing the various temples he’d recovered the sacred relics from.

And among those devices, there was–

He screamed in protest, struggling anew to bust out of his restraints. The luminous blue orb he’d had on him had rolled away until it was right next to the pile of barrels he’d intended to set off before he’d been caught out. He wasn’t sure what the Lizalfos was doing with his tablet, but when he saw the bomb begin to glow more brightly, even as the creature stared at the tablet in utter confusion, he realized that a catastrophe was about to happen.

The sound of the bomb being activated caught the attention of all the Lizalfos at once, and with screams of panic, they rushed away from him and out of the tent. The last Lizalfos cried out in alarm as it was promptly dogpiled, the tablet falling out of its claws.

Link sighed in relief, glad to be able to catch his breath. In so doing, his exhalation dislodged a scrap of cloth on the ground that fluttered out of the tent, where a sudden breeze picked it up, carrying it past the Lizalfos whose gazes all followed it in frightened fascination.

The Hylian looked up just in time to see the leaf land right on the screen of his tablet… right where the symbol was that triggered the detonation command.

“Oh no…” was all Link could murmur in stark horror, before closing his eyes and anticipating the inevitable.

**********

Elsewhere in Hyrule, a blonde girl with a blue shirt and dark brown pants was silently tailing another Hot-Footed Frog to catch and add to her personal collection. She was just about to reach out and snatch it when there was a noise like a thunderclap from many miles away, followed by scattering of birds in the distance. And then she felt it: a brief tremor in the ground that sent ripples through the pond they were next to. The frog croaked once in alarm and leapt into the water, disappearing from sight.

“Oh, come on!” the girl complained. She stood up with a disappointed pout, only to finally realize why the frog had booked it.

She looked around at the column of smoke in the distance, her eyes widening. All signs from the goddesses thankfully told her that a certain someone hadn’t bit the dust yet, but at the same time, there were only two things that could’ve made a sound as loud as that — and one of them was too busy terrorizing Hyrule Castle at the other side of the nation.

“Link, Link, Link…” Zelda muttered, shaking her head in dismay. “What did you do this time?”

**********

With a ragged gasp, Link jolted back to consciousness and sat up shakily, his head spinning as he tried to get his bearings.

He was too dazed to think clearly for several minutes, and he was quite sure the ringing in his ears would be here to stay for the rest of the evening. He had mercifully been just far enough from the epicenter of the blast that instead of being reduced to cinders like all the Lizalfos that had tormented him, he’d merely been thrown about a hundred body lengths away, but it had still been a very close call. The pile that had just been detonated had included so many barrels that the entire campsite was now a smoking crater; how the poor Hylian hadn’t wound up with shrapnel stuck in the rest of him was a mystery for the ages.

Thankfully, the Hylian hadn’t broken anything important, and managed to get to his feet after a few false starts — honestly, it was a miracle he was even intact after being entirely too close to an explosion that big. Still, every part of him was in agony, either from the blast itself, the awkward landing from being thrown by it, his still-sensitive soles now being in contact with the burning sand, or the merciless tickle session he’d had to endure earlier.

That was WAY too close for comfort, he thought bitterly. For all he knew, had things been just a little different, he could’ve been torn to bits right then and there. Note to self: This part of the desert is firmly off-limits from now on.

And yet, he mused even as he finally stood up and began heading back to where he’d left all his gear, despite the very real danger to his life, not to mention just how maddeningly humiliating the entire experience had been… he now felt… looser. Less tense, less restrained, less self-conscious. Even though the rational part of him wanted to take up his sword and run it through the next of the terrible reptiles he’d come across, a smaller part of him felt… free. Free, for the first time in who knew how long.

And that disturbed him much more than those damn things ever could.

“Please have mercy and kill me now, goddesses… I really, really didn’t sign up for any of this,” he sighed as he started looking for the shoes that had been lost when he’d been captured, realizing to his dismay that this same little part of him was now pleading with him to walk right into the midst of the next pack of monsters he found without any shirt or footwear. The knight of Hyrule promptly shook that thought out of his head, firmly telling himself that all he wanted was to simply return to his campsite and call it a day.