There are three inspirations to which I wish to offer credit with respect to this story, all of which incidentally are pieces of Avatar: The Last Airbender-related tickle-fetish literature: "A Toph Day" by RedVelvetPotatoes, "The Ticklish Fire Prince" by SilverMikazuki129, and "Zuko's Beach Tickle" by Indigo-Bunny, all of which feature either Toph, Zuko, or in the case of Silver's story, both. Considering that the project that the two OCs featured here are a part of started life as an AtlA ripoff before developing into its own thing, I suppose it's quite appropriate. Regardless, a big thanks to all three of these writers for the inspiration for this piece.
If you want to know more about my original characters, I have a folder dedicated to them on my DeviantArt gallery, so go check it out when you get the chance! Granted, a good portion of the OCs in there have either been scrapped or are being reworked, but that's neither here nor there. XP
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Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
by Skaea
Contains: M/F and F/M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling. SFW.
Word Count: 8,800
“Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus”
Latin meaning: “Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon”
“Gwai? GWAI!” Rahu dared to raise his voice as he pushed his way through the forest undergrowth. “UGH, the moment I lay my eyes on that lump of dragon-blooded scum, I’m gonna KILL her…”
The morning sun had barely risen before the renegade son of Zmey Gorynych, King of the Balaurs, had awoken to find that his ornery companion, whom he had inadvertently rescued from a corrupt nobleman’s pit-fighting arena just a few weeks ago after they’d been pitted against each other — almost fatally, mind — was nowhere to be seen.
Obviously, looking for her would take a while, so he’d decided to pack up all their things and destroy all traces of their campsite from the previous evening before setting out to find her. Go figure that having lived as a wild animal for much of her childhood, she’d be much less averse to sleeping out in the woods instead of in a tent.
Still… She could be anywhere, a few meters away or a few miles. He couldn’t ever be sure. The fact that she could dive into the ground like water and slip out of sight at a moment’s notice didn’t help much.
“Oh, for the love of— GWAI!” Rahu called out again, hitching the travel bag strapped around his shoulders a little as he continued his trek, the wings growing from his shoulders wrapped around him like a scaly red cape. “We have to leave! RIGHT NOW!! If you don’t show up in the next fifteen seconds, I’ll—”
A flock of birds fluttering into the sky, startled by his voice, made him realize that he was being too loud, and the percent chance that he could attract the wrong kind of attention was definitely not zero. With a disappointed sigh, he decided to stop and just listen to the landscape around him.
It wasn’t long before he could pick out the distant sound of snoring through the rustling of the trees and the various noises of animals going about the start of their day. Following the sound, he eventually found what he’d been looking for.
Beneath the roots of a towering strangler fig at the edge of a small clearing, the remains of a few unripe but still partially eaten fruit from the tree in question scattered around it, was a mound of dirt covering an area of ground just a bit bigger than a human being. One glance at it revealed a very familiar-looking morning-star-like tail, pallid-scaled and lethal, sticking out of its base. Bingo.
For all his annoyance at his companion deciding to sleep this far from camp, Rahu was smart enough to keep a safe distance. In contrast to the benevolent nature of most other Oriental dragons, Gwai had some degree of dislike for all things in existence, but she ESPECIALLY hated being woken up by force, so he had to be careful. Tail spikes capable of piercing dragonhide were certainly not to be trifled with.
He’d obviously been flippant when he’d told himself he’d kill her earlier, but even if he’d been serious, that sentiment would’ve been immediately rescinded.
“Gwai?” he said quietly. “Are you awake?”
Only now did he realize that the snoring had stopped. Abruptly, it resumed, but he’d faked being asleep enough times back in his old hometown to recognize the trick.
“You don’t have to fool me, Gwai. I know you’re not happy about me waking you up. Though, well, you’re never happy anyway, so what do I care?”
“Go away,” the girl’s muffled voice responded from the other side of the dirt mound, her spiked tail club thumping against the ground a little.
“You always say that…” Rahu snorted twin puffs of smoke, his tone showing slight annoyance. “Look, I know how you feel regarding sleeping in, but honestly. If we stay put for too long, we might be discovered by Father’s guard, or your former captor, or anyone else who wants us in chains for Y Ddraig Goch knows what reason. Do you WANT us to get into a fight with them?”
“What, do dragons have scales?!” snarled Gwai. “You know what I’m capable of. I could take on a whole army with my tail tied to my back. No, I wouldn’t like it. But I still could.”
“Alright, alright. Stupid question.” Rahu shook his head, scolding himself for not realizing that sooner. “But you never know what could happen. So like it or not, and I know you don’t, we have to go.”
“YOU have to go. I’M staying put. All that walking from yesterday made my feet hurt anyway, and—”
“GWAI!” Rahu exhaled a small fireball as he raised his voice again. “I’m not asking you, I’m ORDERING you—”
“ORDERING?! Pffft, puh-LEASE. You’re sounding like your father, and I hate you even more than usual when you do. Just stop it and let me be miserable in peace for five more stupid minutes, will you?!”
There was an awkward pause as Rahu winced a little, having realized the truth in her words. He knew that he still had to put his foot down, though. Then he remembered something inside the travel bag…
