Cold Feet (TK)

"Frosted Over" by Digi-runner

I usually try to make it a point to post around two stories per month, though I haven't succeeded consistently; releasing just one story in a month due to real life scheduling concerns leaving me with little time to write makes me feel a little bummed out, though. I also wanted to do more tickling stories to balance out the darker, more graphic fetish writings of mine, especially light and fluffy ones like this one. The above pic was commissioned by me from an artist on DeviantArt who has since vanished off the face of the Internet for reasons unknown, but it's still one of my absolute favorites and I wanted to write a story for it for a long while, so I repurposed another one I had on the backburner on a whim. I quite like how it turned out!

Rise of the Guardians is one of my favorite productions from DreamWorks Animation, and rather underrated as far as this studio's filmography is concerned. Although the look that Jack Frost has in the movie isn't quite as evocative as some of the other characters, I can see why he's so popular and I do really like him subjectively, if only because he's barefoot all the time. I highly recommend seeing this movie for multiple reasons, and it saddens me that the shoddy marketing for it means we probably won't be getting a sequel without a lot of hard work on the part of the fandom and the author of the books the film was based on. The above picture is one of several commissions of Jack I've ordered over the years, and the original story I'd had planned for it was that he was being tickle-interrogated by Pitch, the villain of the movie, but enjoying it too much to make it worth his time. However, since the story I was repurposing is purely fluff with just a hint of shipping, I decided to put a much sweeter and friendlier spin on the scenario. Besides, the bit with him being tickle-tortured by Pitch has already been implemented in another commission of mine. ;)

Also worth noting is that this story includes the first instance of /F tickling I've written for this blog, and although I'm preferential to guys as bottoms in my kink writing, I may end up writing female 'lees as well in the future. It won't be as often as male subjects, but it'll open up quite a few more ideas for me, so be on the lookout in the coming weeks if you enjoy that kind of subject matter! :D

Rise of the Guardians (c) DreamWorks Animation, based on the Guardians of Childhood series by William Joyce

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Cold Feet

By Skaea

Contains: F/M and a little M/F tickling. SFW.

Word Count: 2,467

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“Hey, Tooth?” the white-haired immortal said with a casual air, drifting down to land next to his fellow Guardian. “I need your help.”

It was a bit of an unexpected request, but he’d figured that if anyone would lend a hand, the Tooth Fairy, the Guardian of Memories, certainly would. She was good with this kind of thing, and was always willing to aid someone in need. Jack Frost, the newly appointed Guardian of Fun, had found her relaxing in the shade of a large tree, with several of her lesser fairies surrounding her and he’d perched on one of the boughs above her when he asked that question.

“Oh, hello, Jack! What is it?” she asked, happy to see his pearly snow-whites once again. Her fairies fluttered up and formed a formation shaped like a heart symbol, swooning at the sight of him.

“You know how you’re good with measurement? I need to know the size of my feet.”

She blinked in surprise. “You don’t know that? Uh…”

“I never really bothered to use a ruler,” Jack laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Nobody really thought to give me one.”

“I would…” The feathered spirit smiled uncomfortably, wondering where to begin with this. “Why would you want to know your foot size, anyway?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure someone’s gonna ask eventually. So why not find out the answer for myself?” He sat on the branch, letting his feet dangle freely while the admiring flock of smaller fairies gathered around them.

“Yeah, but I don’t usually use a direct measurement, not even with collected teeth. Proportions do tend to vary from person to person, after all.”

“So, how do you know that? You made a measurement or something?”

“Just come on down and I’ll show you,” she replied, smiling. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite!”

Mourning Wood (CBT, Sounding)

This story was intended as the proper debut of my dryad character Magnolia, who was previously seen in "Tree Plugger". That previous fic was completed before this one, though, being based on an RP from the BB Fanatics Discord server; this one is also the product of an RP, but it took quite a bit longer to complete thanks to scheduling difficulties on the part of both myself and my co-writer. We only managed to get it finished last night, but I'm glad we managed to do so in the end. :)

The scenario that befalls poor Calix here is one of my personal favorite CBT fantasies, and major kudos go to my fellow author/roleplayer for helping me bring it to life and also granting the blessing for me to post the story on this blog. We hope you enjoy our finished work as much as we did writing it!

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Mourning Wood

By Skaea and Jango Harrison

Contains: F/M and */M ballbusting, urethral sounding, and graphic testicular harm. NSFW.

Word Count: 6,559
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It was just after dawn in the remote wooden valley. As the sun rose slowly over the thick vegetation, a young man began to stir in his lonely abode near the heart of the forest. He would wake with the sun every day to begin his hunt for food, water, and any necessary materials that he required.

Calix was no newcomer to the wilderness, and his routine was simple. Find resources, create the tools he needed for survival, and stay out of trouble. The tall and immensely muscular woodsman made himself breakfast as he did every morning without incident, and it was a half-hour afterward when he headed out. Before he ventured into the woods, however, he looked back at his cabin and sighed deeply. A recent storm had damaged his home, leaving a sizable hole in the roof. Today would be more laborious than normal; he would need to collect everything he normally does as well as a fell a tree to repair his small home.

Despite being only in his mid-twenties, the lumberjack was already over six feet in height, powerfully built, and incredibly strong. His chest was large and broad with a healthy coating of brown hair, starkly contrasted by his cleanly shaven face, almost boyish in appearance. He wore a pair of plain blue briefs underneath his blue jeans, and his shirt was a typical red and white plaid with the sleeves kept rolled up and buttoned. After slinging his axe over his shoulder, the broad behemoth set out on his daily quests, following the usual route through the forest that he had traveled for years.

Calix looked around with a slightly disappointed expression, shaking his head after a few moments. The trees around the usual path were nowhere near big enough to provide the needed lumber to fix his cabin, and the ones that had been blown down by the storm were no doubt too small as well. It was time he tried something very, very risky: go off the beaten path in a quite literal sense.

He was aware of the numerous signs that were placed throughout the few regions of the woods that were inhabited by man: “TRUST NOT BEYOND WHAT IS KNOWN”. “PLUNDER THE BACKWOODS AT YOUR OWN PERIL”. “REAP WHAT YOU SOW, SUFFER WHAT YOU DESTROY”. “ONLY YOU CAN PREVENT DEFORESTATION”. And so on and so forth. But at the moment, the need to fix his cabin superseded his obedience of all of these warnings, and it was not like he was going to be harvesting from the more remote areas of the forest for more than one day.

What was the worst that could happen? That was the thought that crossed his mind just before he took a sharp turn away from the path and headed into the forbidden parts of the dark woods.

The forest was a beautiful place to be, with towering redwoods forming a magnificent canopy, beneath them was a veritable garden of beautiful plants, trees, and shrubs. It was a woodsman’s heaven, a whole variety of natural wonders to make use of… which is why there were countermeasures that apparently existed in this particular stretch of woods… not that Calix was aware of it just yet.