Garreg Mach's Newest Class (TK)

While taking a rest in the monastery courtyard, Byleth gets caught off-guard by Edelgard and Dorothea, and discovers that a certain rumor about herself that's been going around lately is actually true. Not wanting to feel so embarrassed about her newly revealed weakness, she decides to make the most of things by inviting the girls of the Black Eagle House to an unusual new lesson, one involving a lot of laughs at her own expense. 

 

This story was co-written by myself and one of my closest friends, WrenchofTheTeam! Go check out and support her work!

I guess you can consider this a belated Christmas gift for all of you, as even though this isn't Christmas-themed whatsoever, the fact that I'm posting anything at all in the latter half of this month should hopefully suffice for the rest of you. The two of us have been planning this story for a good, long while before this point, though. The female version of Byleth from Fire Emblem: Three Houses being Wrench's all-time favorite fictional character meant that if there was one thing we couldn't not do together at some point, it was a story with her as the ticklee, and I'm glad I was able to make good on that at long last - though just as much credit is owed to Wrench herself, who wrote almost all the tickling scenes for Byleth herself, whereupon I edited them for stronger dialogue and story flow after the fact. For the fun of it, we also worked in the exact same scenario depicted in this trade piece I did with Wrench back in 2021, since we figured it would be a perfect prelude to the main subject matter; the dialogue snippet attached to that very artwork was as such included in the story proper virtually unchanged. It didn't take us long to build off of it and with the addition of the rest of the Black Eagle girls into the mix, we had a lot of material to work with for the multiple tickle sessions Byleth has to endure the following day. This was a little less plot-driven than some of the previous stories I've written, but I owed this to Wrench regardless and I'm glad we were able to produce something great together. I absolutely cannot thank Wrench enough for her hard work in bringing this idea to life, and I certainly look forward to working with her again for more story projects in the future!

This is my last post of 2023, and I apologize for this being posted later than I'd have wanted - between getting COVID last week and having to readjust after returning from our family vacation, I'm probably going to have to take it slow for a little bit, but the remaining things on my to-do list for this past month will be worked on and posted as soon as I'm able. In the meantime, I hope you'll look forward to what I have in store for 2024, and I'll be seeing you all on the other side in few hours' time. Happy New Year, everyone! :)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses (c) Nintendo, Intelligent Systems

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Garreg Mach's Newest Class

by Skaea and WrenchOfTheTeam

Contains: F/F tickling, focused on foot tickling. SFW.

 

Word Count: 8,532

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Deep in the heart of the continent of Fodlan lies Garreg Mach Monastery, home to both the Church and the Officer’s Academy. The academy professors worked tirelessly to ensure their students received the best education and combat training, day in and day out — but like all other people, they did need their time to get some much-needed rest as well.

Byleth Eisner, the Ashen Demon, was currently working as one of these professors. It had been a long and exhausting day for her, and now that she was finished with her lessons for the day, she was, admittedly, completely drained. Perhaps a good rest might help, but she wasn’t near the dorms despite being on the verge of fainting outright. She’d have to talk to Seteth about giving her a day off.

“Why do I do this to myself…” the teal-haired mercenary murmured as she made her way along the courtyard of the monastery. She stretched and rubbed her tired eyes, hoping there was some place where she could simply collapse unconscious for a few hours. Hopefully none of the local troublemakers would take notice.

Spotting one of the benches along the paths around the courtyard, the professor decided it was as good a place to catch her breath as any. Taking a seat on one of the benches, she let out a yawn in spite of herself, wiggling her toes in her boots and glancing down at them idly. She was not only exhausted, but footsore as well.

Byleth looked around, making sure no one was near to disturb her, and when she was sure she was alone, she removed her boots one by one. With a large sigh of relief, she wiggled her stocking clad toes and smiled softly; it was only natural to slide the stockings off next, so that was precisely what she did a moment later. She looked up again to make sure no one was around, and thankfully, no one was… or so it seemed.

“I really do need time off,” she murmured to herself. “I just hope nobody decides to bother me while I’m here.”

With that, the teal-head turned over and stretched out on the bench, looking up at the cool blue sky. It was largely calm today, the perfect time for the students at the monastery to enjoy the outdoors. Feeling more relaxed by the moment, Byleth thus closed her eyes and drifted into a light sleep, unaware that someone else had already found her.

The white-haired head of the Black Eagle house was also in need of a break, though it her case it was from studying. Those last few tests had been a lot harder on her than she had imagined, and she could do with some way to relieve her stress. She had taken a walk outside to try and clear her head, though since she had finished her exams for the time being, there was no need to pull any all-nighters for now — but nonetheless, she did feel rather wound up as of late.

“Hm? Seems like the Professor has finally succumbed…” Edelgard von Hresvelg mused aloud as she took notice of her favorite teacher snoozing on the bench. She couldn’t resist chuckling to herself; the exam period really had taken its toll on teachers and students alike.

Wait a minute, she thought to herself suddenly. Did the Professor actually take her shoes off?!

She rubbed her eyes before looking again. She definitely took her shoes off, she thought to herself.

It wasn’t a secret she wanted others to know about against her will, but Edelgard had always had an attraction to women, and she was especially interested in female feet. She had more than once fantasized about what Byleth’s feet had looked like, but as far as she knew, it was likely she’d never find the answer to that question — this was her teacher , after all, and it would feel weird to ask one of the staff members to take their shoes off.

And yet, here she was, getting an eyeful of the professor’s large soles. It was like she couldn’t believe her eyes, and a strange hunger started forming within the recesses of her soul as soon as she realized that no, she wasn’t dreaming after all.

The feet in question were currently dangling close to the edge of the bench; as Edelgard took a step closer, hoping not to wake her up, the teal-head’s toes moved in a sort of pointing motion, peeking a bit over the armrest on the side. She moved a little, causing Edelgard to freeze on the spot, but only to make herself more comfortable in her rest. Then the professor started quietly snoring, her feet rubbing together as she remained totally oblivious to any sign of one of her favorite students sneaking up on her.

Creeping right up to the bench, Edelgard slowly, gently, surreptitiously lifted Byleth’s feet off of it so she could take a seat on it herself, before setting them down in her lap. Now she could get a closer inspection, and what a sight they really were.

Byleth’s soles were quite large indeed, long yet a bit wide as well. Her arch was defined yet wide like her sole, pale and smooth as silk. Her toes were likewise long and perfectly round with a light pink polish on her nails, wiggling just slightly as she continued sleeping without even realizing that Edelgard was there.

“I am certain to be getting detention when she wakes up,” Edelgard whispered to herself. “But this is more than worth it.”

A Tempest of Laughs (TK)

Overworked and overwhelmed, a tired Rimuru desperately wishes he had some way to unwind. Little does he know that his wish is about to be granted, courtesy of Shion and Shuna's meddling leading their master to discover two particular idiosyncrasies he never knew he had.

Dear God Almighty, Lord Rimuru, I feel your pain regarding burnout. Yeesh. You're a lucky, lucky slime, I tell ya - if only I too had two loyal, sensitive friends to get into tickle fights with as a means of stress relief...

I've been researching That Time I Reincarnated As A Slime for a while now as part of my general study material for a massive crossover project I'm resuming work on, and I still feel bad that I only started watching the anime this month since I began reading the manga much earlier. It isn't perfect by any stretch and is in fact getting quite close to guilty pleasure material for me, but I'm still glad my interest in this series is picking back up! The cover illustration for this piece is (a low-res version of) the Patreon reward for this past April, and before I realized that my job was a lot more high-maintenance than I expected (though I still love it, don't get me wrong!), the plan was to write a story involving Rimuru as a ticklee at the same time as when I finished the corresponding illustration, post the pic and the story on Patreon, and publicly release them simultaneously six months later. Too bad life didn't work out that way, but it ultimately gave me more time to think of an idea that really stood out to me, since even though I'd drawn that particular illustration with a story in mind, there were a lot of other things keeping me too occupied during that period to really get a solid idea for it. I'm honestly surprised it took me as long as it did to finally come up with a suitable plot, but actually watching the series helped immensely, and as ludicrously overdue as this story was, I have no regrets about pacing myself here. Better late than never, as they say!

Notably, I'd also read a number of TenSura tickle stories even before I'd started working on the Patreon reward piece proper; all of those fics have very talented authors behind them in my opinion, but while I do like every single one of them, and while there's merits to each and every story with Rimuru himself as a ticklee, the only tickle fic for this series I truly loved ironically had him as a tickler instead (though in fairness, there's a lot of other characters in this series whom I feel also deserve getting wrecked - again, nearly guilty pleasure material!). So when the time came around for me to finally write the story to go with the reward pic, I decided to use the opportunity to write a Lee!Rimuru story that really appealed to me on a deeply personal level. Say it with me, everyone: If you want something done right, do it yourself!

All that being said, of course, reviewing my own critiques of all the Lee!Rimuru stories from other authors, I realized rather early in the outlining for this fic that it actually felt wrong of me to have him just sit there and take it. I thought about having him getting back at Shion and Shuna as the ending to the story but upon realizing that I'd started thirsting for them as well (well, Shion especially lol, though I still wish the anime had given her a hip width to match her bust like the manga does), I decided to dedicate the last full tickle scene to wrecking the two of them together - the price to be paid for underestimating the cutest Demon Lord ever! - and to end off the story with one big, happy tickle fight between all three at once. Looking back, I guess what was missing from the literature pool until now was a story where Rimuru is tickled not as a means of torture like in all the other such fics I've read, but as a way to help him heal, and since I have such a soft spot for that particular brand of kink literature, there was literally no other way to go about it here. The possibility of writing a sequel or two involving some of Rimuru's other friends cheering him up in the same way is a tempting one, but I can't promise being able to follow through with that idea given my current time constraints. Regardless, I couldn't be happier with this story in its own right, and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!

I have also updated the original Patreon reward post that went on to become the cover illustration for this story to finally include an alternate version with dialogue, as it always should've due to the the composition being styled like a manga page, along with adding the layers for the speech bubbles and text in the .PSD file itself. To see the high-definition versions of this pic, including the new dialogue alt, subscribe to my Patreon and then click or tap on the second link below!

Original illustration by SkaeaDaimonion (me!): April 2023 Reward: A Tempest of Laughs

PATREON REWARD FOR APRIL 2023

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime (c) Fuse and Mitz Vah

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A Tempest of Laughs

by Skaea

Contains: FF/M tickling, focused on foot tickling but with some upper body tickling as well. SFW.

 

Word Count: 7,168

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It’s one thing to get yourself a bunch of honestly overpowered abilities, gain the friendship of almost every monster in the region where you first appeared in, and work your way up to become the most powerful creature in the entire nation. But actually managing said nation? A different matter entirely. Honestly, I’m surprised I was even halfway decent at that, but there you have it.

In a previous life, I was Satoru Mikami, a thirty-seven-year-old salaryman who was literally nothing special. I’d tried dating three times and none of those worked out, so I’d given up on that and honestly everything except being completely ordinary. But all that changed when I was stabbed to death while protecting a work friend from a mugger… and somehow, my dying thoughts were interpreted by a weird voice in my head that led to me becoming a cute little blue blob of goo. In other words, I was reincarnated as a slime… and that was just the start of it.

I’d been through a lot since then, but soon enough, under the new name of Rimuru Tempest, I’d found myself in a much more esteemed position than I could ever imagine, with an entire small country’s worth of friendly monsters at my beck and call… and I’d even snagged some pretty lovely ladies with a loyalty that could literally transcend death itself, while I was at it!

So why, oh why, didn’t I feel like I had it all?

The sun was just starting to descend from its highest point in the sky when I slipped into my office with bags under my eyes and a pretty big headache. It had been a few months since I’d ascended to become a full Demon Lord, in a sequence of events that had been pretty awful, all things considered. And messy. I’d been thinking a lot about how things had changed even more than normal since that ascension, and now that I’d gained such a massive increase in power, I was worried that things would only get even more difficult from here on out.

For now, though… I figured it’d be good to take a nap. Or the closest I could get to that, anyway. I mean, slimes don’t need sleep, but whatever.

Taking my boots off and setting them aside, I only barely made note of how damp their inner linings were as I made my way to my desk and collapsed into my chair. The feeling of moisture upon my skin was definitely more noticeable, though; the Mimic: Human skill, useful as it was, did come with a few downsides, such as having the same inconvenient bodily functions as a proper person. It was also why I had a habit of changing back into my slime form after every meal I had as a human, but the specifics definitely fall under the “too much information” category.

Still… I hadn’t noticed until now, but my feet were actually kinda sweaty.

Time to air ‘em out a little.

Pushing aside some of the papers on my desk, mainly a ton of minor petitions and requests for various little deeds and claims whose outcomes wouldn’t affect the Tempest Federation that much, I put my feet up on the desk, ankles crossed, and leaned back with my hands behind my head, closing one golden eye while training the other upon the ends of my legs. Come to think of it, I hadn’t given my feet a second look until now, partly because I didn’t ever get the chance to and partly because I was more concerned with certain other parts of my anatomy… or an absence thereof. There was nothing I had on me that could be of any use in lovemaking, and literally the only reason I called myself a guy was because I was one before I'd died.

But now that I’d given my feet a closer inspection, I had to admit: they actually looked kinda pretty.

To be fair, the reason I even had a human form at all was because I’d absorbed the body of my late friend, Shizu, all those ages ago. She’d given her life to protect my kingdom just before then, and it had been her dying wish, one I had made sure to honor. Admiring my human body wouldn’t not be at least a little awkward because of that. But I honestly couldn’t help it, not in this case, because my feet, and presumably hers too, were rather attractive, slender in shape but with nicely curved arches and cute, bubble-like toes. I guessed that they were a size nine, though I'd need to measure them with a ruler or something to be sure of that. Oh well, maybe later.

With nothing else to do for the time being — what with Rigurd and Ranga already handling most of the city affairs just fine — I let my eyelids slide shut, not noticing until far too late that I hadn’t had the presence of mind to lock the office door…

“Lord Rimuru?”

It was Shion. The kijin with the two biggest, dreamiest pillows I knew, and my loyal secretary besides. Apparently, she was here to ask me about something, but whatever she was about to say died in her throat as she took one look at me in my current state. My eyes may have been shut, but my magic sense was still active, and I could detect the absolute confusion she was expressing as clear as day.

“I was… uh… never mind. I… I’ll leave you to it…”

She was halfway out the door when she caught the scent of sweat, turning her horned head back around to finally see that I’d propped my feet on the table. The confusion only deepened as she stared at me and what I assumed to be the bottoms of my feet for ten solid, awkward seconds. I dared not to open my eyes lest I give the game away.

“…You know… maybe he isn’t paying attention, but…” Shion blushed a little, much to my surprise. “…I should probably dry them.”

Dry them? Dry what, exactly? The only thing that needed to be dried off was probably my feet—

…oh.

Zelda's Cooked Caboose (Hotbuns)

Ten months later... Ten. Excruciating. Months. Later... it is finally done. The fourth in this series of these hotbuns-filled "audition matches" for Smash Bros., this time starring Princess Zelda and her massive hitbox, is done! I'm ashamed to admit that I put this off for a lot longer than I promised the rest of you, but between my job's immense and exponentially increasing workload, the commissions and other stuff I owe people elsewhere online that I've been slowly but surely getting through, a ton of other IRL commitments, and a massive case of burnout that's been going on for several months straight, it seemed at one point or another like I'd never be able to come back to this even with the fact that I'd already had a clear idea of where to take the plot of this fic, but I'm happy to have been proven wrong in this respect. I actually have two fantastic hotbuns content creators to thank for that, TGWUO and LilacDragoon, whose own respective Smash Bros. stories (readable here and here, respectively) were what inspired me to resume work on my own SSBU hotbuns writing - especially the second one which was just posted this past weekend! A big round of applause from me goes to the both of them for helping me get my muse back (if only temporarily lol), and I look forward to their own respective future projects going forward!

For this story, I decided to expand my repertoire a little beyond my usual fare to keep things from getting repetitive, so aside from the obvious hotbuns and ENF, and for the sake of variety, there's a couple of other fetishes I snuck in as well - some I'm into, some I'm neutral towards (but which are still adjacent to those kinks I do enjoy). This is also the first entry in this collection with an all-female selection of characters featured - a rare distinction coming from my writing - but my choices just felt right this time around. Cooking Mama has been a rather popular request for a new fighter for SSB for a long time now and I'm admittedly one of those who wants her in, so plenty of fanmade movesets for her have cropped up over the years. I bet this may not be how Smash would implement her if she ever got in, but it's what I came up with and for the purposes of this story, I think it works just fine. More importantly, it also serves Zelda right for underestimating her opponent: as sweet and kind as she is, I figured having the Triforce of Wisdom would give her just a smidge of smugness over her sheer magical power... never mind that more than a few other characters in SSBU still outclass her competitively! As does Cooking Mama in this story, for that matter, as the unfortunate princess learns the hard way. XD

As I've just noted, this story was massively overdue, and I hope it was worth the wait! I'm not going to jinx myself and say that my next project will be coming quickly, knowing how hectic things have been on my end and how much burnout I've had to slog through, but I'm glad to have gotten this story out of the way so I can finally move on to my next written endeavor. In the meantime, I hope all of my fellow Americans had a happy Thanksgiving, assuming you celebrate it!

Cooking Mama (c) Majesco
The Legend of Zelda, Super Smash Bros. (c) Nintendo

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Zelda's Cooked Caboose

by Skaea

Contains: */F and F/F hotubuns, slapstick, and some dizzy girl fetish, foot pain, and sneeze fetish. NSFW.

 

Word Count: 11,117

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The Smash Mansion, despite its name, is not always about fighting and destruction. It is, for all intents and purposes, a home for those participating in the ultimate tournament across the multiverse, complete with all the requisite facilities to go with it. The most important of these, of course, is the cafeteria, staffed by an elite force of culinary talents from all across the wide world of gaming media, tailor-made for catering to every taste you can imagine. Different fighters have different favorites and this, different preferred chefs. And this story concerns one such pairing, albeit a rather odd one as such associations go.

To be fair to Princess Zelda, of course, Hyrule’s cuisine had been a constant all her life, and she’d decided long ago that her palate could do with some variety. The parallel realm of Lorule held promise at first, but after discovering that the Triforce pumpkin muffins served there were identical to those made in Hyrule, she figured she’d be stuck with the usual fare from her home world as long as she lived.

Of course, that was before she’d been inducted into the Super Smash Bros. Ultimate Tournament and, on her first day at the Smash Mansion, took the time to sample a few delicacies fresh from the kitchen of the brown-haired, yellow-apron-clad woman whom she’d later come to call her “culinary soulmate”. Of course, most of the time she just called her “Mama”, since everyone else called her that - nobody knew the real name of this woman, but the nickname of “Cooking Mama” had been thrown around once or twice and stuck like glue. She didn’t mind, of course, but the grown-ups calling her that felt a little weird, even to this day.

“Good afternoon, Mama!” the blonde princess in her white and pink dress said cheerfully the second she’d come up to the counter where Mama was stationed. “Hopefully your day’s been going well. Got anything good for the lunch rush?”

Mama chuckled at this. “You had lunch an hour ago. What gives?”

“Heh, I meant the lunch tomorrow,” Zelda replied with a laugh of her own. “But dinner is fine, too! Just feeling a little curious, that’s all.”

Mama turned her back on the counter with the intent of scanning the kitchen where everyone else was still hard at work. “It’s been business as usual here, but not too bad, all things considered. The two-year anniversary of the Ultimate tournament Grand Finals of ‘21 is coming up soon, and we figured we’d practice for the banquet setup when that day comes.”

Zelda’s lovely face lit up with excitement. “Oh, sweet! So, does this mean you’re previewing some of the food for us this evening?”

“Well, you’ll have to wait until tonight to find out,” Mama chided gently as she turned back to her royal friend. “If you keep sneaking food from the kitchen outside of the meal periods, I’m pretty sure a certain hitbox of yours will soon become huge enough to be considered bannable.”

Zelda scoffed with a jokingly affronted look. “You’re not seriously framing the greatness of my fanny as a bad thing, are you?” She gave Mama a half-lidded smirk, before twisting her upper body around to give the seat of her dress a light smack, demonstrating the natural bounciness of what was beneath it. “I’m proud of it being as plump as it is, thank you very much! Or spank you, if you will.”

Mama rolled her dark eyes with an amused snort. “Okay, that hurt, and you knew it.”

“I’m just saying,” Zelda replied with a shrug, “the good stuff you’ve given me has had to go somewhere, and at least it’s ending up in the right place! The cuisine from my home world is nice and all, but suffice it to say I’m not giving up the more exotic fare like sushi and spaghetti and meatballs anytime soon.”

“Well, if it helps, I can certainly teach you to cook those on your own,” Mama replied with a chuckle as she resumed work on frying a salmon filet on her trademark skillet. “It’s what I do in my home games, after all.”

“Oh please. Do you want me to land somebody in the infirmary’s poison center?” the princess replied with a snicker. “I’m surprised you haven’t yet heard that my first and only attempt at cooking led to exactly that happening.”

“Wait, what?!”

Zelda suppressed a snort with difficulty. “Word of advice, Mama: Never leave any kind of meat dish, even one you plan to discard because you screwed it up enough to fumigate half the mansion, in the same room as Dedede.”

“Ouch.” Mama grimaced. “Well, that explains the awful smell I caught that day. I honestly thought something had died inside the mansion’s AC…”

“Not quite, but I wouldn’t be surprised if anyone drew that conclusion.” Zelda pushed the grisly memory back to the recesses of her mind. “On an unrelated note, though, there’s another thing I’ve been meaning to ask you, and it’s actually why I came here. See, Master Hand is looking for new playable characters for the next tournament, and he’s tasked pretty much all of us with asking around however and whenever we can. So, are you planning to sign up for the latest round of fighter auditions?”

Mama stopped so abruptly that the skillet jerked upward, sending the fish airborne and spinning in the air for much longer than she’d have liked. “Oh, it… Honestly, I never thought of that,” she replied hastily, catching the plummeting seafood with the skillet just in time. “But now that I think of it, I probably don’t think I should. I’m happy enough on kitchen duty, but compared to everyone I’ve seen who was made playable, I’m not sure how well I can stack up…”

Zelda gaped at her, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Since when were you, of all people, hesitant about anything? I thought one of your personal mottos was to never be afraid to try something new!”

Mama gave Zelda a rueful smile for a moment. “I know, but even that has its limits. I know my limits. And having served practically every playable character on the roster for the last tourney, I can tell you right now that I’m not going to put my life on the line taking on any of them just to entertain some folks. Not even Kirby — that adorable little puffball who, need I remind you, has taken on universe-ending abominations without breaking a sweat.”

Zelda sputtered for a few moments, her eyes still wide with shock. “But… But…”

“The point being,” Mama continued as she switched off the burner and transferred the fish to a cutting board for the next step of preparation, “whether or not it’s all in good fun, there’s no denying that the Smash Bros. tournament is dangerous. No matter how many failsafes the Hands might’ve put up, who knows what’ll happen if they don’t work? So that being said, I just don’t think getting involved in it is worth the risk.”

Koga Gets A Scrubbing (TK, 18+) (Original)

Disclaimer: THIS STORY IS NOT OF MY CREATION. It is a repost, with permission and credit, of a fanfic written under my supervision. The original author is Indigo-Bunny; if you want to see more of their work, check out their DeviantArt website linked above!

Happy Halloween, y'all! This is Indigo's half of an art/story trade we did which we figured would be perfect for this occasion. I'm the artist behind the pic at the very end of the story, but the entire fic is Indigo's work albeit with some edits from me for both the beginning and ending portions, and as such, it has been entirely unchanged for this repost. A big thanks again to Indigo for this amazing fic, and as always, if you want to check out more of their writing, go click or tap the link above to see their dA website!

Original post: https://www.deviantart.com/indigo-bunny/art/Koga-Gets-A-Scrubbing-18-M-F-M-F-M-989775124
Ending illustration source: https://www.deviantart.com/skaeadaimonion/art/Commission-Koga-Gets-A-Scrubbing-776231192

Word Count: 13,280

InuYasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale (c) Rumiko Takahashi

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Happy Halloween, everyone! This 'Inuyasha' story is a story that I did as part of a story/art trade with the talented artist, SkaeaDaimonion, and it was decided that tonight would be the perfect time to post it. This story features Koga being tickled after stopping by what appears to be a haunted bathhouse. Credit for the idea and all of the details goes to SkaeaDaimonion, who also drew the picture at the end of the story.

Contains graphic content

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"Ugh, I'm beat..." Koga mumbled aloud to himself, letting out a sigh. It had been a long day for the young leader of the Eastern Yokai Wolf Tribe; he'd been on patrol for so long that he'd lost track of time or direction, and now, the dark-haired, muscular young man was unsure of which stretch of the woods he had wound up in.

He knew that it wouldn't be hard to navigate his way home, but the night was full of other kinds of yokai even more dangerous than him, and often more than happy to take apart an outsider. As such, he preferred to find a place where he could spend the night rather than walk around. Trying his hardest not to mind the odd change of scenery, he let out a great yawn, stretching his arms as he continued to trudge his way through the thick and foreboding woods, illuminated only by the bright moonlight above.

"Jeez, this neck of the woods sure is creepy," he muttered, checking his surroundings. "Guess there's nowhere else to set up camp, though. I've slept through worse, at any rate..."

It would certainly appear unsettling to those that weren't familiar with the area, the shadows giving way to thoughts of paranoia and worry. There was no telling what kinds of creatures or demons that could be lurking within the darkness, hiding behind the twisting trees, some of which appeared to be dead. Leaves crunched under Koga's large feet, the yokai doing his best to remain alert despite the fact that he felt a bit fatigued. It was nothing that he couldn't handle, though.

"Seriously, though, where the hell am I?" As he continued, Koga could hear different noises around him, from the wind rustling the leaves, to an owl hooting nearby. He could also hear a bit of scampering, the darkness concealing whatever it was that made those noises... not to mention there was always a chance that it could be home to other, more sinister things. Even with his confidence in his own abilities to protect himself, he wisely decided not to stray from the path he was on.

"Not that I'm worried," he mused aloud as he made his way through the woods at a slower pace than usual, "but you just never know what's gonna jump at you around here. Gotta be on my guard, just in case..."

There seemed to be a heavy fog, making it a little harder for him to see up ahead. Of course, he could rely on his hearing, as well as his nose, to help to guide him, so the lack of visual wasn't particularly concerning for him. If anything, he was merely annoyed that he had yet to find a suitable place to stay for the night.

That was when his nose detected something strange. The out-of-place odor of water that was fresh rather than stagnant, and... laden with soapsuds?

"Huh... What's that weird scent?" Koga sniffed the air, wondering where it was coming from. "It can't be... can it? But what's it doing out here?" Deciding against his better judgement to investigate the scent, he followed it as carefully and silently as he could, trusting his sense of smell to help lead him to the source.

It was a few more minutes of tracking when he found it. The wolf-boy's eyes widened when a tall, wooden structure came into view, surrounded by a high stone wall; every rock comprising it bore a luminous symbol, most of which were clearly meant to keep the demons of the forest from nosing in. The building therein appeared to be a traditional sento, a type of public bathing facility that had been around since before the feudal era. The building itself seemed old enough, but oddly, it didn't look as though it was on the brink of collapse, though he couldn't help but wonder if it was abandoned.

"A bathhouse, huh? Eesh, I don't really like having to wash up." Koga rubbed his chin in thought. "Buuuuuut maybe I can sneak in for a quick rinse, at least..."

It wouldn't hurt to wash off any dirt and grime that he'd accumulated during the day, if nothing else; if there was anyone there, hopefully he would be able to slip in and out without being noticed by anyone. He wasn't sure if he wanted to spend the night at the creepy bathhouse, but he'd worry about that later. For now, he had only one goal in mind.

Angelic Amusement: The Tickling of Some Very High Arches (TK)

And here's the second of two story commissions for Skullgirlsisbased! It was about damn time I got a hold of Palutena after everything I've done to Pit himself, and having him be the one to spearhead the ticklish torment she goes through here was the icing on the cake! I was given the creative freedom to do whatever I wanted with the overall story as long as one particular scenario was included (the one the dialogue of the cover illustration comes from), so I tried something I haven't done much with for most of my stories before: public display tickling! The fundraiser setup has been done before in my art albeit not in a story, but I can't think of any better way for Palutena to connect with the people of the mortal realm. Besides, who wouldn't want to spare some cash to tickle those massive, godly soles of hers? XD

I also had a cover illustration planned to go with this but hadn't gotten the time to finish it due to being very busy IRL. That being said, I've still got an in-progress version of it posted on my DeviantArt, and I will be continuing work on the illustration until it is finished before I add it to this post. I hope you look forward to seeing it both here and on my DeviantArt! In the meantime, thanks so much again to the commissioner for giving me the opportunity to produce this whole commission set, and I look forward to doing business with them again in the future!

All properties mentioned (c) Nintendo

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Angelic Amusement: The Tickling of Some Very High Arches

by Skaea

Contains: M+/F tickling, focused on foot tickling but with some upper body tickling as well. SFW.

 

Word Count: 7,168

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It had been some time since the deity who presided over Skyworld and its people had actually paid the surface world a visit. That being said, however, various events that had transpired until now, mostly involving her being held captive with her people praying for her greatest champion to save her as well as them, had led her to one important realization: the goddess Palutena really did need to get out more.

So it was that, after a ton of bargaining and desperate, puppy-eyed pleading, Pit had managed to cajole her into descending from her temple for a mandatory week off. The irony of her own subordinate being the one to demand that she take a break from the usual administrative business of godhood had not been lost on her.

Despite having a good time shopping, taking sightseeing trips throughout various cities and landmarks, and generally enjoying herself, however… Palutena couldn’t shake a strange feeling that had been tickling at the back of her mind even before she’d been pushed out the door with her freshly packed suitcase and straw-woven hat. But for some reason, it wasn’t a feeling she could identify…

So it was that on the last day of her vacation, she found herself on a bench in the last of the many, elaborate municipal gardens on her itinerary. The hanging garden was one of the true wonders of Skyworld’s human realm, but eleven years ago, she would’ve boasted that its grandeur couldn’t hold a candle to her temple in its prime.

The key words, of course, being “eleven years ago”.

“Where did I go wrong?” Palutena muttered to herself as she took up all the seating space on a park bench, idly reading through a cheap romance novel she’d purchased from a local bookstore. “There’s literally no funding to repair the temple, all the weapons and items are in need of a new polish, and nobody’s really up for donating anything.” She sighed in dismay as she looked up from the book to watch the world go by. “Is it really too much to ask for someone to pay me any mind? I’m the Goddess of Light, but it’s almost like nobody appreciates me…”

No response. It seemed even with her stature and grandeur, no one had the time to give her even the time of day. How disappointing… Oh, well. Being out of action for as long as she had, she should’ve expected something like this.

With a sigh of quiet despair, she returned to her book, hoping to find some manner of escaping. She would have no idea until a smidge too late that she was being watched.

As it turned out, this particular city was near enough to her home temple that it frequently saw visits from some of those attending to her whims, often when there was a need for food or supplies back at said temple. One person in particular was rather beloved by the town, and he had been planning to escort Palutena back to the temple in person since, after all, this was the last stop on her vacation itinerary.

“Greetings, Lady Palutena,” said a familiar voice nearby. She barely looked up, but she’d recognize her captain anywhere.

“Oh, hey, Pit…” She seemed oddly downcast, something which hadn’t gone unnoticed by the angel as he gave her a look-over. “Are you here to come pick me up?”

“Just wanted to check on you, that’s all.” The angel sat on the grass next to the bench, his back to the side. “Did you enjoy your vacation?”

“I certainly did. Thanks for that, Pit. But I couldn’t help but notice something…”

“Huh?” The angel looked confused for only a second, as he could already tell what she was thinking based on a quick observation of their current situation. “Oh… You haven’t been treated as well as you wanted, right?”

“How did you guess?”

He shrugged. “Oh, I dunno. Just this thing I noticed about everyone else pretending not to notice you.”

The goddess flinched. “I guess this is payback for all those times when I made fun of you, huh?”

“Oh no, I’m just making an observation. If I had to be honest, I think everyone does admire and respect you. It’s just that they feel they’re so far beneath you that they can’t associate with you at all out of fear that they’ll mess up and make a bad impression in front of their goddess.”

Palutena turned her head to glance at her captain as best she could, taken aback by his surprisingly astute analysis. “Is that why you got me to go on vacation? To get me closer to the people? I appreciate the sentiment, but it… didn’t work out exactly as you expected, I imagine.” She sighed as she returned to her book again. “I guess it’s just you and me, huh…”

The angel sighed himself, feeling understandably sympathetic towards her situation. Eleven years of nothing important happening really had led to the impression that she’d been all but forgotten, and he was quite sure the Smash Bros. tournaments didn’t exactly count. What could he do to get her out of her malaise? Could he do anything about it? He didn’t know yet, but come to think of it, there’d been a method Palutena had used on him herself previously, when he was feeling down for similar reasons…

Angelic Amusement: The Tickling of Some Truly Divine Toes (TK)

This is a new story commission for a good friend and long-time client, Skullgirlsisbased - and as an exception to their general rule for the time being, this is the only /M work among their commission plans for me thus far, though given that it gave me the opportunity to draw and write something with Pit again, I guess it was only fair to take that chance! On a related note, while the bulk of the fic is based on the pic that I was commissioned to draw as its cover illustration, the ending is also an homage to an illustration I commissioned years ago (which is available on request), although it isn't a one-to-one copy of it given that what Pit is doing in the scene in question is different from the scenario in the pic itself. Still, I figured a nod to that old piece would be an appropriate note to end on.

This story took quite a bit longer to work on than I expected, but it was fun to play with my favorite fictional character of all time once again, all things considered. Given the ton of IRL stuff I've had to deal with lately, including my recent health crisis, I'm probably going to have to take it a bit slower with regards to written works especially, although I'll still try and get at least one story done per month for the remaining three months this year since it wouldn't be right not to after I did that for all the previous months (though knowing how my life is, monthly stories might not be guaranteed from next year onward). Still, there's quite a few more stories I have in the works that I look forward to sharing with the rest of you in the coming months, including a revenge sequel to this one!

All properties mentioned (c) Nintendo

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Angelic Amusement: The Tickling of Some Truly Divine Toes

by Skaea

Contains: F/M tickling, focused on foot tickling but with some upper body tickling as well. SFW.

 

Word Count: 5,382

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Eleven years. That was how long it had been since his last true adventure… The last gap between missions had been twenty-five years, and this was a hair’s breadth away from half that time. And yet, despite so much hope of a new update to Skyworld’s history, nothing had come of it at all.

His white-feathered wings drooping so low that their tips nearly touched the floor, a certain angel with a gold laurel wreath over his brown tufted hair, along with a white chiton over his dark blue underclothes, was currently seated on the front steps leading up to the temple of his goddess, watching the world go by. His sandals removed and set aside, the captain of the divine guard simply reclined cross-legged on the steps with a forlorn look on his youthful features, feeling almost as though all of Skyworld was carrying on with its existence without him.

“Pit? Are you alright?”

The angel started a bit and looked up and to the side. The goddess of light herself had joined him, and though she was standing at her full height, her posture was casual at the moment, her long green hair and elegant white robe fluttering slightly in the gentle breeze of late summer. Her equally green eyes had a look of gentle concern as she regarded her most loyal servant, her lips pursed slightly.

“Oh! Oh hey, Lady Palutena! I was just… I was gonna catch a breath of fresh air, that was all!” Pit gave a slightly nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “What brought you here, anyhow?”

The goddess tutted good-naturedly. “Just wanted to check on you. I noticed you weren’t in the temple for quite a while, and I was wondering what you were doing — especially out here on the front steps, without a weapon in sight…”

“Ack!” The angel flushed, trying to come up with some excuse that didn’t make it obvious that he’d been slacking off on duty. “I-I was… I was meditating, that’s all!” One moment of readjusting his leg position later, and he was seated such that each of his large bare feet was positioned on the opposite thigh, its bottom turned upward, accompanied by him putting his palms together. “Ommm…”

That got a snicker from the green-haired deity, who obviously wasn’t buying it for a second. “You didn’t look like you were doing that a second ago.”

“Ommmmm…” His humming was louder now, as though trying to block out what she was saying.

“Okay, now you’re just being disrespectful,” chided Palutena.

“OMMMMMMMMMM!!” The captain put his hands to his ears as he hummed even louder still, giving away that he was clearly not in the mood to answer her.

The goddess was silent for a few moments, but didn’t budge. Instead, she sat down next to him, remaining silent, anticipating that he’d break the awkward silence. She was proven right after just a few seconds as Pit let out a tired sigh.

“Alright, alright. It’s just… I’M BORED!” He threw his arms up in frustration. “Like, really, really bored! You know how long it was between the first adventure I had to save you, and the one where I beat up Medusa again and then Hades himself?”

“Hmmm, yes, I remember our last escapade very well indeed.” Palutena rubbed her chin in thought. “Medusa did say she had been gone for twenty-five years at the time—”

“And how long do you think it’s been since we whooped her unholy buns, huh?” Pit folded his arms and pouted at her, waiting for her to do the math.

Palutena paused for a few moments, counting in her head. Finally, she replied, “Eleven?”

“Yeah, eleven! And you know what twenty-five divided by two is, right?”

“A bit more than twelve, meaning almost half the amount of time has elapsed since the war against Hades that there was between that time and when we first fought Medusa.”

“Exactly!” Pit glared at nothing in particular. “And you know what’s happened between those times, right? Nothing. Nothing at all! Just like, watching over Skyworld and anticipating threats that never came, and being stuck in the temple of the Goddess of Light forever! You do know what cabin fever is, do you?”

Palutena regarded him with an expression of pity. “Oh, dear. Seems like the lull got to you worse than I expected…”

“Understatement of the millennium,” Pit muttered, shaking his head sourly. “There is literally nothing for me to do! Nothing fun, at any rate.”

The goddess wondered for a moment if there was anything she could say to prove him wrong. The Smash Brothers tournaments were obviously out, because they weren’t exactly canon, but with the lack of a fourth wall, who knew? Before she could come up with an alternative, though, she noticed his lack of footwear and the position of his legs, and an idea came to her. She’d heard the stories of how much of a foot tease her captain was even with sandals on, and a certain rumor about his feet in particular…