Heartless, But Not Hopeless (TK)

 

"soraSTOCKER" by DazidentEvil

Woo, first fanfiction on this blog! In light of all the hype for Kingdom Hearts III, I decided that a certain big-footed cutie-pie who gets targeted by pretty much everyone and their mom in the tickling community would be a perfect choice for a new tickle fic, especially because I needed a muse for such and I think the advent of KH3 is as good a time as any to work with it. Besides, I figured something sweet and fluffy would make a nice change of pace compared to the INCREDIBLE VIOLENCE of the last few stories I've posted. XD

The above picture is more or less the entire inspiration for this piece, and I whole-heartedly recommend checking out DazidentEvil's DeviantArt gallery for more wonderful tickle art (though there's a plethora of female and anthro tickles, he's done quality male as well for my taste). I also deliberately made the timing of this story ambiguous, ostensibly so you can insert it into virtually any stage of Sora's journey. It would certainly be nice to imagine this happening in a deleted scene in KH3 when it comes out sometime this year, though I suppose you could imagine it occurring at any time from KH2 onward. In reality, though, it's probably my lack of canon knowledge that led to that decision - I haven't played a single KH game due to lacking the proper consoles for any of them, and all I know about the franchise is from the strategy guides and part of a walkthrough of the first game. Still, I hope I did a good enough job capturing Sora's characterization, and that my inexperience with the lore hasn't prevented me from doing this scenario and the accompanying illustration the justice they deserve! :)

Kingdom Hearts (c) Disney and Square Enix

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Heartless, But Not Hopeless

by Skaea

Contains: */M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling. SFW.

Word Count: 2,435

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Sora was feeling lonely. Donald and Goofy were back at the Gummi ship, getting it repaired after a particularly nasty crash-landing, and who knew where in the multiverse Riku and Kairi were. It seemed as though everyone in his life was excessively busy, and had almost no time to spend with him at all.

Sitting in the shade of a large tree, he stared up into the sky, thinking about the life he’d been forced to leave behind so long ago. So many things had changed since that time, whether he’d liked it or not.

He didn’t want to show it, especially not on the Gummi ship, but Sora felt lonely. His traveling partners were wonderful company on his adventures, but even though he didn’t want to admit it to their faces, he still felt it just wasn’t the same as the two people he’d known since childhood. What he would do to have them back – no, what he would do to have the old Riku and Kairi back. The Riku and Kairi he’d known before the Heartless invasion of their island home had resulted in all three being separated from each other, and being changed so much that there was probably no returning to the blissful, halcyon days they’d used to enjoy together.

Perhaps Kairi might welcome him back. But he wasn’t sure if the same could be said for Riku now, now that he’d fallen out with him several times throughout their journey. Even if they’d settled their differences after that, it didn’t change how much it had hurt.

Maybe he shouldn’t be feeling this way. Maybe he should continue keeping up a brave front, wearing a smile on his face and letting his companions think he was okay. But how could he be okay when his world was not?

The Wyvern and the Bull (CBT)

As a preface to this story, I would like to take the opportunity to provide some shameless pluggage. This story was co-written with Docsigma, a member of the BB Fanatics Discord server, which is at the moment the most active CBT chat-hub I know of and includes both human and furry CBT content. I've met quite a few wonderful people there, and as far as I know it's been pretty welcoming thus far to those with a ballbusting fetish. Both run-of-the-mill and unrealistically gruesome scenarios can be found here, so there's no doubt something for everyone (this story is one of the latter, so it's definitely not for the faint of heart). If you wanna check out the server and make some new connections within the CBT community, the invite link can be found here!

The setting for this piece of writing is the M/M RP channel of the server, which has been rationalized in-universe as a sort of household in between the various dimensions everyone's OCs and personas come from. Docsigma's character, Minos, was originally an anthro (a minotaur, to be specific), but he was willing to change him into a kemonomimi (i.e. entirely human except for a few animal features) as per my personal preference, since I'm sadly uncomfortable with partaking in furry kink in general. I wanted to contribute a character of my own to move into the house, and at the suggestion of someone else on the channel, who wanted to see a dragon character, I came up with an admittedly somewhat half-assed character known as Talos, who is based on the Rathalos from the Monster Hunter games. I've wanted to experiment with one of the scenarios shown in this story for quite some time now and I'm glad Doc and I managed to bring it to life, so I'd like to offer my thanks to him for this experience as well as allowing me to publish the story on this blog! I hope to create more stories centered around the household and Talos in particular in the future, though that depends on how often I RP on the channel myself (which may not be that often, considering how busy I am these days).

Also, since I haven't been able to find the time to draw either of these two boys in detail, below are some visual aids I've found online that approximate their appearances as close as I've been able to manage:

• Minos
• Talos

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The Wyvern and the Bull

By Skaea

Contains: M/M ballbusting, peril, violence/gore, and graphic testicular harm.

Word Count: 5,567

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It was already half past midnight, and Minos was still struggling to sleep. How long he’d been in this strange household between dimensions, he didn’t know, but at the very least, there were worse places to be. And hey, the beds were comfy, so that was a plus.

In his youth, he had prowled some kind of subterranean labyrinth in who knew where, a minotaur of great size and power even for his kind. Not many people came to visit, and the reputation of minotaurs as man-eaters wasn’t exactly helpful. And neither, for that matter, was the fact that labyrinths like his were full of far too many man-eating monsters ready to slaughter any unfortunate adventurer who took even one step in the wrong direction. He had been born into combat and war, and had witnessed atrocities of almost every kind since childhood, even before he’d taken up residence in that blasted maze.

He was hard-pressed to admit it to himself, but even though his life had been violent and more than a little eventful, he’d still felt awfully lonely during those days. Especially when almost everyone who stopped by wanted him dead.

But that was before he’d arrived here, to this weird but oddly homely place. For some reason he couldn’t fathom, his form had changed upon his arrival as well - no doubt to fit the look of the house better. Though he was still ten feet tall and very heavily muscled, he now looked more man than bull, with copper-colored skin, golden eyes, and a heavily scarred upper body. All that remained of his original form, in fact, were his bovine ears, his tufted tail, and of course the impressive pair of horns rising from his great mane of waist-length, unkempt, dark brown hair - though his right horn had been snapped in half back when he was more bestial.

Having gotten a good look at himself, he honestly thought he looked handsome now - even if his flat human face looked a little strange. But hey, if people liked his new look, then so be it.

His inner monologue was quite rudely interrupted at that moment - for there was a thunderous crash and a sound of splintering branches from outside the house.

Startled awake, Minos threw off his covers, revealing a simple cotton loincloth underneath. What kind of idiot would make such a racket at this hour?! Grumbling wordlessly to himself, he only paused to slip on a simple T-shirt before trudging outside with a yawn, taking a flashlight with him to navigate his way through the darkened front yard.

He’d thought he’d happen across a car accident, or some stupid burglar in the middle of a botched attempt at a break-in. What awaited him, however, was far more surprising.