Graveyard Shift (TK)

Cover illustration by @PodFrog

I haven't posted a tickling piece in a while, but this was something I wanted to do after chatting it up with a good friend of mine on DeviantArt, PodFrog, and just in time for Spoopy Season! The second I was told of the concept for his latest Pie Factory character, Jack, I knew exactly what to do with him, and we co-wrote this via an RP on Discord as a result. I've been meaning to get back into /M anyway, and this was the perfect way to do it! As Jack is based on pumpkin pie, I also threw in some pumpkin-based plant monsters I made a long while ago as guest stars as you can see from the cover illustration I helped Pod produce. Not much else to say except that both of us had an absolute blast with this thing, so further co-writes between the two of us will definitely show up in the future.
 
Happy Halloween, everyone!

Jack O' Carver (c) PodFrog
Pumpkin monsters (c) me

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Graveyard Shift

by Skaea and Podfrog

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

Word Count: 2,718

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The graveyard stood as it always had, grim and mysterious and menacing. Headstones and tombstones covered the land, each with descriptions of those whose days had passed. Tall trees surrounded the area, leaves falling in the autumn breeze, twisting and branching such that at night, they seemed to resemble monster claws reaching up towards the silver, cloud-wreathed moon high above.

Perhaps it was because of these trees that rumors had spread in town about the true nature of the graveyard. Neighborhood children loved to share ghost stories about ghouls, zombies, and other terrors - the most common of which were about the pumpkin monsters. Next to the graveyard was a pumpkin patch, with vines that sometimes grew too long and reached up to the headstones. Legends spoke of these vines being possessed by ghosts, giving birth to pumpkin monsters.

While these stories kept most visitors away, they did bring about visitors who loved to hunt for ghosts or look for spooky sightings, especially around Halloween. One such regular visitor was Jack O'Carver. He was a tall young man, a good six-foot-four, with orange and green hair, a Jack o'lantern sweater vest, dark pants, argyle socks, and slip-on leather shoes for his large size sixteens. And besides being tall and having large feet, Jack's other defining physical trait was his glowing yellow eyes. Almost like lit coals...

Normally, he worked at The Pie Factory nearby, a local bakery that turned quite a profit during the holidays despite attracting certain... stranger visitors and employees. The twenty-six-year-old pyrokinetic was proud to be one of the latter, but his eyes sometimes intimidated the guests, despite him actually being a rather sweet fellow. As such, whenever he worked, he would wear shades that hid the glow of his eyes. The guests thought they were cool, and Jack thought so, too, but he could lose them sometimes.

Which was why he was here. Jack had been visiting the graveyard the other day to admire the place and to observe spooky activity. When he returned home he must have forgotten them. So now he was making a return trip with the intent of searching for his missing shades. He didn't have them in his house when he woke up that morning, so he returned to the graveyard to find them. 

In spite of appearances, the graveyard was, in fact, a residential area for some of the more supernatural residents of the region. But few people knew that because they simply didn't want to explore the place, especially not with all the rumors running around about the various creatures that lurked there.

But Jack's fascination with the afterlife and related phenomena was not going to be stopped by such rumors. And after all, he did need to get his shades back.

Marth’s Mesozoic Mauling (Hotbuns)

And here's the other one of these dumb things I did a while back! Both this and the previous one were related to my dream picks for Smash and what their movepools would be like; I may do more of these with other Smash Bros. Ultimate wish list choices of mine and other cute fighters already in the game itself.

Hope you enjoy! :)

Super Smash Bros. and all affiliated properties belong to Nintendo. Spyro the Dragon (who makes a minor appearance in the beginning) belongs to Insomniac Games. Primal Rage belongs to Atari Games.

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Marth's Mesozoic Mauling

by Skaea

Contains: M/M and */M hotbuns. SFW.

Word Count: 4,468

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It was not every day that Marth had to visit Dr. Mario’s office, but whenever he did, it was usually very bad news. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but most of his fellow fighters considered him a sort of “sacred cow” - outside of combat, he was virtually untouchable. Nobody wanted to mess with a veteran such as him, even if compared to the likes of Mario, Kirby, or Pikachu, he would have to settle for second-best. Still, for the most part, he was alright with the respect he was given.

For some reason or another, though, most of the newcomers to the battlefield hadn’t gotten the memo.

The blue-haired prince exited the doctor’s office with a slight limp in his step, and just his luck that a (fully-clothed) blond Homs and a little purple dragon happened to be the first two people he saw.

“How was it?” asked Shulk.

“Could be better,” Marth replied in a slightly testy manner, rubbing the back of his hips with a disconcerted expression. “This is in no ill will to your friend, but… Perhaps his fighting style could use a little more, um, tact?”

Spyro grimaced, a guilty look on his face. The reason Marth had visited the doctor’s office was that he had taken on the purple dragon a mere half-hour earlier. It hadn’t gone well for Marth, suffice it to say. Spyro fully expected to be scolded for his behavior, and even though the prince was handling it with surprising dignity for someone who’d had his buttocks impaled by a pair of razor-sharp dragon horns several times over the course of five minutes – and that wasn’t getting into the Dragon Breath, mind – his words still stung a little.

“Guess I’m just so used to the dragon way of fighting that I can’t help but break out my style every match,” said Spyro. “So what are you gonna tell me, that I’ve got bad manners for a fighter?”

“I… I’m not sure what to say, in fact,” replied Marth. “I suppose it could be worse. The boss of my Classic Mode route isn’t Master Hand anymore, suffice it to say, but now I can’t even look at anything draconic without suffering horrible flashbacks. No offense, of course.”

It was Shulk who responded to that one. “If you have to go after someone for having your buns toasted by a Rathalos, couldn’t you talk it up with Master Hand himself? He’s the one who arranges our encounters, and–”

“It’s alright. It’s not like I can do much about it. But whatever may come, I WILL prove my strength as the prince of Altea, at any cost.”

Spyro smiled in admiration, but then his face fell. “Look, I’m sorry for messing you up like that. I guess you’re right, I really should be more careful–”

He was interrupted when Marth responded, a rueful smile on his face. “It’s alright. I understand. I have the same complaint about other draconic fighters I’ve had to deal with – Bowser, Charizard, and now Ridley – and it’s at least nice to know that you’re willing to improve.”

“Uh… thank you?”

“So, are you up against anyone else today?” asked Shulk, patting Spyro’s head in reassurance. “Hopefully you won’t end up having to spend more time at Dr. Mario’s…”

“Well, I do have one more fight for the day,” replied Marth. “It’s supposedly against one of the trial newcomers, someone from Atari I believe. His name’s Talon. They haven’t explained more, though, so I’ll have to be on my guard in any case.”

“Oh. Well, good luck regardless. I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Marth smiled a little. “I’ll do my best. Whoever wins, this will definitely be a match to remember!”

The other two stepped aside to let Marth pass them, and watched him go, waving politely. Once he was out of earshot, they glanced at each other.

“So, uh… You’re still not mad at me for our first match, right?” asked Spyro. “I don’t know if Marth was, but…”

The blond shrugged, though he would swear his bottom had started tingling. “No hard feelings. Marth’s right, it’s no worse than what the resident fighters put me and everyone else through on a regular basis. Guess I should’ve known that before signing up,” he added with a laugh.

Spyro chuckled as well, and then quickly decided to change the subject. “So… Who’s butt is Marth gonna be kicking, anyhow?”

“I dunno. He said something about Atari. But I can think of only a few games from there that’d fit.”

“Don’t you have Pong as an assist trophy?”

“Color TV-Game 15 is a clone of that game.”

“Who could it be… Asteroids? Centipede? Tetris? That one alien from that one game that contributed to the Crash of ‘83?”

Shulk scratched his chin in his typical fashion. “Nah, too stupid. Actually, I think Marth mentioned his name. Talon. There was a minor Zelda-verse character with that name, but I don’t think they’ve considered him viable. Plus, he’s not from an Atari game. In fact, there’s only one character fitting both criteria that I know of–”

They were silent for a few moments as the horrified realization sunk in.

“Hug me,” said Spyro, his pupils now pinpricks as he clung to his buddy’s leg.

Shulk was all too happy to oblige.

Shulk Sustains A Scorching (Hotbuns)

Haven't posted in a while, but I figured I'd let you guys know that I still live - I've been super busy with moving to a new apartment out of state! To tide you over until I can produce my next story, here's a dumb little thing I wrote earlier this year. Not my best work, especially with the OOC moments in several cases, but I had fun with it regardless.

Another one of these will be up soon as well!

Super Smash Bros. and all affiliated properties belong to Nintendo. Spyro the Dragon belongs to Insomniac Games.

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Shulk Sustains a Scorching

by Skaea

Contains: M/M and */M Hotbuns. SFW.

Word Count: 3,585

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The blond youth could not believe what he was seeing. He’d been told that the latest DLC fighter to have been invited to the Smash Bros. universe was quite a handful, a fearsome warrior who had saved his people many times before, with a personality as big as his reputation. He had expected someone tall, noble, proud, and handsome, someone like Marth, or – Bionis help him – Link. Above all else, he’d expected a worthy opponent that could give him a fair fight.

He had certainly not expected a purple dragon around the size of a Nopon.

At first, he had been confused and annoyed, and then outright dismayed – though not towards this newcomer in particular. Even in the wake of multiple traumatic events in his home world that shall not be discussed here for want of avoiding spoilers, Shulk was not the kind of person to hold a grudge for long. Most of all, he had high expectations of everyone he knew, and so far he hadn’t been disappointed that the fighters whom he had gotten to know over the years had fulfilled them. But this little dragon? He had no weapons, nothing in the way of combat experience the way he’d known, and not even clothing or armor of any sort. By all accounts, this match should be nothing but a formality.

But then again, they’d said the same about a certain dog and duck duo…