A Succubus and a Hero (TK)

A little late in the month, but here's an old story I co-wrote with a friend a few years ago. The characters involved are Link from the Zelda franchise and a succubus OC of mine named Eve (whom I've featured in a previous story, but this is the first tickle fic with her), and they've just dealt with another character named Atom who has since become retconned. So if you don't understand a lot of the context, well... it's probably best not to figure it out lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess belongs to Nintendo. All OCs discussed are mine.

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A Succubus And a Hero

by Skaea

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

Word Count: 3,777

 

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Link Toarumura - En Route to New Transylvania, Northwest Animus, Occasus, Yonder - Monday, October 2, 2005, 9:25 PM Eastern Time

Who was Tiamat, anyway? Why was she here? And how much did she really know about the conflict between Atom and ******?

My mind was full of questions as I sat at the foot of the bed we’d rented in one of the hotels en route, leaning forward a bit as my mind swelled to contain all that had just happened. I’d thought of it as a normal sidequest, helping Atom cope with his problems and taking on the ***** ****** ** ***** by his side, but boy was I wrong. Then bam, the next thing I knew, I’d been charged with taking Eve to New Transylvania, where all monsters belonged - and where my charge was due to make good on a very important appointment. I had already made the proper arrangements in the way of provisions and whatnot, but regardless, this was a lot to take in.

I didn’t really know what to think, even though I’d started by going over the various thing we would need for the trip. I tried to wrap my mind around all of this, and I knew there were problems brewing. But now I had so many questions bouncing around in my head, so I decided to get some answers.

Ninja's Soft Weakness (TK)

"Ninja's Soft Weakness (by twomario)" by Shadow-Aspect

Okay, storytime: A very long while ago I contacted twomario on Tumblr (he's on Pixiv now, URL available on request) about the above pic, which he posted years back, and specifically regarding the possibility of writing a story for it, with the character in question being kinda sorta adopted by me. He approved of that idea and as such I was planning to create a story, but didn't really get very far and thus left it in development hell for literal years. Ultimately, after a few more talks later on, we ended up designing the character in question for my use in my own works, and I even commissioned a pic featuring him! That one's got a story of its own I may tidy up and post here as well, but for now, here's the first one, with the original ficlet I wrote as the preface prior to the cut. :)

The other two characters mainly featured here belong to DocHasegawa, and we actually co-wrote the main part of this story together! It was a lot of fun to write these three, and I offer only my best wishes with regards to his use of his characters in future works. I hope I get the chance to work with these two, or any other OCs of Doc's creation, again sometime soon - and the same goes with my own ninja boy as well. ;)

Raiju (c) me, originally created by twomario

Kenji Tosai and Shizuka Kochou (c) DocHasegawa

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Ninja’s Soft Weakness

by Skaea

Contains: FM/M and MM/F tickling, with a brief moment of accidental butt abuse. SFW.

Word Count: 6,004

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He had always been considered a troublemaker among the Typhoon Clan. Distracting those concentrating on their training, startling the timid, relentlessly teasing the strong, baiting rivals into sight of each other, and goading fights into damaging public property. Wherever he went, there was always trouble. But there were those who said that all things considered, he was the lesser of two evils…

The people of the Typhoon Clan had whispered the name of an ancient beast from a time before man. They called him Raiju, the Beast of Thunder. A capricious and meddlesome creature, it darted here and there like a living lightning bolt, for that was exactly what it was, tearing through trees and buildings and leaving not but scorching claw marks as a sign of his presence. His baying howls were like the thunder preceding a terrible storm, the swift footfalls of his taloned paws like flashes of lightning. Folktales spoke of the beast possessing a cruel intellect that craved stimulation, and that its essence slept in the navels of those who rested out in stormy weather. If it were to enter the belly of a pregnant woman, the child would bear its power and its penchant for troublemaking. Perhaps this is how the young man called Raiju, the Thunder Hound, came to be… or perhaps he was simply a talented boy who figured that messing with people was a great way to cure his perpetual boredom. Either way, the Typhoon Clan soon decided that they’d had enough, and sought to teach him a lesson in respect and humility.

Conspiring to lure him out where they could catch him, the people of the clan feigned an unexpected side-effect of one of his tricks, a terrible plague that swept through the village and turned them all into mindless savages. Deceived by the ruse, Raiju fled for his life, but everywhere he turned he could find only more obstacles, ferrying him towards his destination. Ultimately he reached it… and found numerous cloth-clad hands binding him and stripping him of his clothing. His dojo master, Tenome the Palm Gazer, whose classes he had long since graduated from with excellent grades, had found a means to punish him for his antics without hurting him, for he still recognized his worth and feared that any physical harm would waste it. He had spoken of this to the Clan, and they were eager to see the outcome. And so his constructs closed in, and the punishment began.

The wriggling fingers of his master’s floating gloves swiftly dug into his tender flesh, unprotected by the linens he had worn mere minutes before. Lacking in scratching nails, the touch of their fabric texture was just as maddening. His armpits saw dexterous fingers playing in their sensitive hollows, his ribs and flanks felt the dancing movement of too many digits to count. But it was his feet that suffered the most, for they were larger than those of most of the others of his clan, and far more sensitive. The undersides of his toes and the spaces between, the smooth heels and rough-textured balls, the hyper-sensitive arches, even the tops and sides of those feet that had swiftly carried him across rooftop and road alike… Not a single ticklish spot was spared. His shrieking laughter and tears of forced mirth were met with chiding and amusement from the villagers, justice served and revenge as sweet as honey. Tenome himself delighted in tickling his youthful charge, for he had done so many times before as punishment for his pranks while he was still studying the ninja arts under the handsome sensei. And so the torment went on and on and on…

Ultimately, through his hysteria came apologies for his pranks, and an admiration for the lengths the villagers had gone to get even. While it was unlikely that he would stop making mischief anytime soon, he promised that he would be more considerate with regards to his shenanigans and that he would respect those who would do without them. With a nod of appreciation and a statement of assent, Tenome released him at last, and he did not flee even though he worried the villagers would continue his ticklish torture, for he was too exhausted to fight back. But they respected his wish to rest, rest and think about his actions. For even though he was a troublemaker… he still had a home in the Typhoon Clan, and he and his fellow ninjas were the reason they were safe from greater threats. And so he stayed, in part out of admiration for the villagers’ fortitude and their accomplishment as a group.

Although he considers this experience a humbling one, the prank war between Raiju and his peers continues, and always will - and it seems he won’t have it any other way. Perhaps it is because his craving for stimulation has remained even after such tickly torture - or perhaps he hopes that sooner or later, the village could "punish" him again…