Captive of the Serpent Woman (TK, Patreon Reward)

This story was created for and uploaded alongside the monthly reward on my Patreon for January 2020, pictured above; I co-wrote it with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous but gave me permission to use their original character. I should've uploaded this publicly when I shared the reward on my DeviantArt, but regardless, here it is. I hope you enjoy it!

You can find the high-definition version of this artwork on my Patreon, along with an additional version lacking the Patreon watermark and with a different signature and a TIFF file version with all layers. Check it out below:

PATREON REWARD FOR JANUARY 2020

Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale (c) Rumiko Takahashi

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Captive of the Serpent Woman

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: */M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling but with some upperbody tickling. SFW.

Word Count: 4,840

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It was supposed to have been a SIMPLE endeavor. Just get in, find the demon piece, and get out of there with Kagome none the wiser. But apparently, the half-demon’s foe had anticipated his arrival. And she was stronger than he had thought. And faster. And noticeably more cunning. He had in fact been overwhelmed so quickly that he hadn’t realized what was happening before he’d ended up being restrained and dragged back to what was presumably her lair.

Well, so much for a quick excursion.

And that was how Inuyasha now found himself in the grasp of a female demon, dark-haired woman above and red-scaled serpent below with four arms instead of two, who had wrapped him up and held his arms over his head, letting her have her way with his strong body and large bare feet. All while stuck in the depths of a cave in the middle of nowhere, destined to not be found by anyone until he somehow got out.

“Wha… what in the? Whaddya want?” he mumbled, trying to escape her coils, but swiftly realizing that he couldn’t. His mind was still reeling from his defeat some time earlier, but naturally, his first thought was making an exodus before things got messy.

The demon chuckled, one set of arms holding his wrists hostage while she carried him deeper into her lair. “Oh I just want to have some fun with the handsome demon who wandered into my home,” she cooed seductively to him. “Just relax… You’ll get nice and cozy soon.”

“Nice and cozy… Tch. Sounds like the kinda thing someone’ll say to lie to me about not wantin’ to kill me. You sure you’re gonna do that, or…?” he asked, looking uneasy and wondering where his sword went. It turned out that she had knocked his sword away into the shadows during the fight, but maybe she’ll collect it later once he was broken in. It’d no doubt be a nice decor item…

It wasn’t long before the serpent demon had carried him to a room with some surprisingly nice bondage devices. Less than a minute had passed before she brought him to a pair of padded shackles in the wall. She held his wrists still while she locked the padded cuffs around them, knowing the fight he’d been known to put up against demons such as her.

Inuyasha was chained now to the wall, arms over his head, while she had all four arms free to have her way with him.

Manners Maketh Man (TK, Collab)

Happy Black Friday and belated U.S. Thanksgiving, everyone! I am so, SO sorry that I haven't been able to produce any writing AT ALL recently - in no small part due to a combination of pandemic-related holdups, a project change at work, and house repairs have been occupying a lot of my time as of late, and most of the rest of it has been focused on creating art for my Patreon as well as commissions. I do want to return to writing eventually, but I don't know when and certainly don't know whether or not I'll get the spark of inspiration needed to resume certain stories I've wanted to for a while. Still, you never know. Maybe something creative might occur to me eventually. We'll see!

I have, however, been able to produce writing regardless, including two stories exclusive to my Patreon... and also this. A good friend of mine has been producing tickle stories for the various entries in the Fire Emblem franchise (and some other series as well on the side) for a very long time, and having read a good number of them, I wondered if it was possible for them to produce one for two characters from said franchise that I've been hoping to see tickle stuff of. So much so, in fact, that I actually managed to talk another friend into engaging in an art trade with me featuring the characters in question at the start of this year (which was, admittedly, motivated in part by a certain controversial DLC announcement for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate that occurred at around that time, though we'd actually thought of the idea before said announcement). Imagine my surprise when, upon my asking my writer friend, they were willing to write a story based on the illustrations produced for said trade! Despite my originally stating my intent to just proofread, I ended up helping to co-author the story in question, since even though a lot of the writing was indeed made by my co-writer, most of the ideas were actually mine... not that that's a bad thing necessarily though, lol. I also got the permission from another artist I'm friends with to write in an artwork of his own that I figured would fit this story perfectly, too - so for this cross-post, I decided to include all three pics (meaning mine and the other two) including source and creator links at the appropriate points in this story, and credit to my co-author is also provided at the end. Go support everyone who contributed either directly or otherwise when you get the chance!

We hope you enjoy this story, and I certainly hope I can get back in the groove to write fetish stuff soon! I have another story in my backlog that was originally a Patreon exclusive which I will share either at the end of this month or early next, but other than that I'll need to actually make more writing if I am to keep this blog alive. Who knows? Perhaps with luck and a stroke of inspiration, I might be able to have another story ready by Christmas! ;)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses (c) Nintendo, Intelligent Systems

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Manners Maketh Man

by Skaea and Rockraverinfection

Contains: */M tickling, concentrating on foot tickling but with some upperbody tickling. SFW.

Word Count: 11,757 

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"Manners maketh man." That was what Byleth had told the leader of the Golden Deer house that one time, shortly after he had found out about one of his greatest weaknesses. A weakness that could fell grown men and topple armies, and yet one so mundane that the number of people who didn't possess it could be counted on one hand…

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"Remember again, class. Despite this being an exercise, your 'enemies' tomorrow are warriors of the church who have been trained personally by the Archbishop. You're all to take this very seriously."

All of the Golden Deer gave out an enthusiastic "Yes Professor," save one. Instead, he simply mouthed it soundlessly before flashing a cheeky smile to his pink-haired cohort. Both started at a rather harsh bark of "CLAUDE!" from none other than their professor, Byleth.

"Claude, would you mind repeating to me the objective of today's drill?"

"Teach, is your memory going? Tomorrow, we're all to protect you from the 'evil' church troops who are going to try and sneak up on us here at the cliff. If they take you then we'll have officially failed our tactics class for the week. Help refresh your memory, Teach?"

"Why yes it did, Mr. Riegan, but it also gave me an idea. You see, since you seem to be doubting the tactics of the monastery's troops, perhaps we should give them an edge."

Byleth turned smartly on his heel and strode away from the class as Lorenz stared daggers at his house leader.

"At noon sharp tomorrow, I will command your opponents, and Mr. von Riegan will be your commander. Should he be captured, you will all not only fail your tactics class for the week, but I'll expect to see you all doing some volunteer work as well. Best of luck to you all. Oh, and Claude?"

"Yes, Teach?"

"I'm arranging a meet with you at the library at precisely three in the afternoon. We'll have to review the necessary strategic theory if you wish to win this match. I am absolutely, positively sure that as the leader of House Golden Deer, you won't disappoint me.

"Right?"

Claude's smile never faltered as the others watched their professor march out of the classroom. The rest of the class, however, responded with various noises of exasperation.

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“It’s not my fault I fell asleep in the sauna, Hilda! It’s relaxing in there, and I know you’ve dozed off in there a couple of times.”

“Yes, Claude, but never when people were waiting for me.”

“Oh? Cyril was all done with his chores then?”

“Claude! I don’t know what Cyril was doing…”

The two of them were out in the courtyard, the day after the exercise in question. Claude was recounting the events of the day before and what, precisely, had kept him so occupied.

“Probably whatever you told him, miss slave driver," he shot back. "I heard he was busy with polishing Lady Rhea’s favorite tea-set today so good luck getting him to take care of any of your chores.”

Hilda crossed her arms and glared at her comrade. “It was her favorite tea set, at least before yesterday. Now, stop trying to change the subject! Where were you, Claude?”

“Well, if you must know, I was having a wonderful nap out by the fishing pond. I’d like you to keep that to yourself as I’ve grown fond of that little spot.”

Hilda's fists balled, and she wondered if she should go get her ax at that moment. “Great, so we were all doing extra work because you needed some extra shut-eye?!”

“Was it that bad an experience, Hilda? C’mon, Lorenz’ face alone made it worth it.”

"Don't remind me," Hilda muttered. "You and your big mouth…"

Claude bristled a little. "What? I was just giving it to the Professor as straight as I could!"

“And look how that turned out." Hilda shook her head. "So… What were you doing at the pond, anyhow?"

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Patreon Preview: GUDAGUDA Gorgon's Generous Giggles

 

I apologize for not being able to update this blog in the past few months - I am going through a difficult and hectic period at the moment, and will probably have to defer all future updates until a time when things calm down. But rest assured that I'm still doing artwork and hopefully will continue doing writing as well! I've got plenty of ideas to choose from that I still need to put on paper. ;P

Anyway, last month, I decided to add some variety to my Patreon rewards and also step a bit outside of my extremely restricted comfort zone with regards to the tickle stuff I write - namely, both the monthly reward for this past July and the story attached to it are the first time in a long while that I've produced tickle content where all the participants are female. It's a rarity, but with the characters concerned being among my favorites from a game I've been obsessively playing for over half a year now, there was no way I was going to pass this up. As always, I'm not going to be sharing the full story; it is, however, available for those who subscribe to my Patreon, with the link to the post in question being provided at the end of this preview. If you want to find out what happened next, join my Patreon today!

Fate/Grand Order (c) Type-Moon

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GUDAGUDA Gorgon's Generous Giggles (Preview)

by Skaea

 

With a groaning noise like an awakening chthonic horror, the Bewitching Black Serpent, the original Rider, struggled against the bindings that contained her, preventing her from exacting her savage vengeance upon this world. And just as well, too, for she was of great and terrible power, her furious retribution as inescapable as it was inevitable.

Which was why, at least according to the Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, what she and the Sakura Saber were about to do to her was going to be so, so worth it.

“Why did I agree to this?” Medusa grumbled. “If you had told me that you were going to chain me to the wall of this inexplicable dungeon cell, I would’ve reconsidered.”

The pink-haired girl by her side gave her the most adorable baby-eye she could manage. “Awww, please? For us? You’re helping us settle a debate, and you’re not going to say no to that, right?”

“Okita-san, don’t be ridiculous, she agreed to do everything we specified!” her dark-haired companion responded, rolling her blood-red eyes in exasperation. “Look, she even has a happy smile on her face already!”

“All I did was say yes, and I didn’t think it would involve, well, this!” Medusa tried to pull her arms free from the shackles bolting her to the nigh-indestructible stone wall behind her as a demonstration, and completely failing to actually do so. She felt a slight relief that at least her blindfold hadn’t been thrown in – perhaps the dark-haired girl now eyeing her freshly de-booted feet was not such a monster after all despite her claims to the contrary.

But Oda Nobunaga was not going to let her purple-haired Rider friend miss out on this. It was going to be a show to go down in history, and Medusa was going to have a front-row seat!

“I suppose I did word it in such a way that you wouldn’t have questioned it until after we got you in this thing,” Nobu chuckled. “Though of course I’ve always been kinda sneaky that way, so it can’t be helped!”

“Is that why you’re a four-star, to deceive the players into believing you’re easier to obtain?” Okita Souji asked, raising an eyebrow. “You do know you were a welfare back in the first Gudaguda event, right? They’re four-stars by default.”

“Don’t remind me!” Nobu snapped. “But that’s beside the point. What I bought in our purple-haired friend for is to settle this ridiculous debate we’ve been having for four hours now!”

Medusa gulped, her eyes widening as she connected the dots within a split second. “And that debate is…?”

“Simple,” Nobu replied, giving her a sly look and wiggling her fingers teasingly. “Which one of us is the better tickler?”

“NooooOOO…!”

“This was the only way to resolve it.” Okita poked at the big toe of Medusa’s right foot, making her flinch. “Alright, Nobu-san, you take one foot and I take the other. Anything goes – any implements or techniques we can think of. But rest assured, this will be Okita-san’s great victory once I get her to cry for mercy!”

Naturally, she coughed a second later, a trickle of blood coming from her mouth. Nobu passed her a tissue to wipe the blood off without missing a beat.

“You’re on,” the Demon King replied with the most evil grin on her face.

Medusa’s heart sank. This would take a while…

Mind's Eye In: Care Package Calamity! (Hotbuns)

This is the second story regarding Mind's Eye and his regular misfortunes - it's also the last we managed to produce so far, alas, because the writing process happened before recent events led to things getting hectic on my end. We do plan to revisit him someday, though - we just need to work out what specific scenarios need to be included and how to tie them all together into a consistent plot. It's definitely going to be coming around soon, though. In the meantime, we hope you enjoy this one!

All characters belong to the writers.


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Mind's Eye In: Care Package Calamity!

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: F/M, M/M, */M, and some */F hotbuns. Mildly NSFW.

Word Count: 16,858 

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“Hello? Clara, are you home?”

Zeaka knocked on the door to his girlfriend’s house again, trying to listen for her thoughts. He hoped the bouquet of purple and red carnations and roses would be enough to impress her, but he figured they could hit it up nicely enough without them… though last he’d heard, she was still upset with him over running off on his first mission without letting her know beforehand. Still, any romantic gesture would surely help.

Zeaka is here…? Why is he here…? Probably coming to beg for my forgiveness for the millionth time…Clara opened the door and stared at the brown-haired young man, and more specifically the bouquet he was holding. “Hello, Zechariah...come to beg for forgiveness again?” she rolled her eyes. “What, no chocolates?”

“…still mad at me for blowing up that warehouse last week without telling you, are you?” he pouted cutely.

Clara did her best to keep a stern look on her face, but couldn’t help thinking that he looked adorably pitiful. Damn you, Zechariah...you and that adorable pout...no! I’m mad. I’m supposed to be mad!

The Amazing Origins of Mind's Eye! (Hotbuns)

Yet another month has passed by without me being able to write anything, and that makes me sad. Oh well. I'll try to make up for it next month if possible, but for now, here's a hot-buns story that I produced alongside one of my anonymous co-writers some months ago. We had tons of fun with this story for sure, and I'm definitely hoping to revisit it soon. There's another story I have in the backlog with some of the characters here, but that's something for tomorrow if I can remember it! ^^;

By the way: this story takes place in the same universe and setting as "Prometheus Busted"... which I absolutely should resume when I get the time. It's been way too long since I last wrote for it, but I've been kinda stuck on what to do for the next few chapters. Hopefully that'll be amenable to change soon enough, though...
We hope you enjoy!

All characters belong to the writers.


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The Amazing Origins of Mind's Eye!

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: F/M, M/M, */M, and some */F and F/F hotbuns. Mildly NSFW.
Word Count: 15,696

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It was the dawn of a bright new day in the shining city of Monumentropolis. Rising from the east coast of the United States, the beautiful skyline was a bastion of hope in a country torn by greed, bigotry, and cruelty. High above the rest of the buildings, the iconic Monolith Tower seemed to spear the heavens with its golden steeple, a beacon of liberty signaling a haven for the tired, the poor, and the huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Here, the phrase “ordinary life” was both a common refrain and an oxymoron. Beneath its glittering exterior, the city seemed to be a magnet for every global threat imaginable in this existence. Aside from rampant crime, there were giant monsters, aliens, and even supernatural dangers from other dimensions invading almost every other hour. Nobody knew why this was the case; some had speculated that the Monolith Tower was to blame, but evidence pointed to trouble plaguing the city even before it had been constructed during the Roaring Twenties. Just how Monumentropolis had not collapsed in on itself and become lost to history would have been a mystery to all if not for one critical factor.

In a stroke of true kismet, good luck had balanced bad. Every single citizen who dwelled here, from the lowliest of the homeless to the mayor himself, somehow developed at least some modicum of supernatural talent, usually enough to put an end to the public menaces that showed up every day. How this happened was just as much of a mystery as why terrible things always seemed to gravitate towards the city itself, but nobody seemed to question it. Mysterious disappearances, mystical artifacts, magical visitors from other worlds, strange but attractive new transfer students… Literally anything could happen to anyone here, and nobody could predict who would be the next one to ascend to heroism or when that ascent would be.

Whatever the case, no matter who you are, or where you came from, in Monumentropolis, you’ll become the hero of your own saga — or the villain of someone else’s. Many, many stories have been told in this wonderous city since time immemorial, and many more will be for eons to come. This is but one of these stories.

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There are heroes who are made, heroes who are born, and heroes who build themselves up. And then, there are those who become heroes completely by accident. Usually it’s because they end up being dumped into the worst possible situation and end up doing the right thing without even realizing it. But some simply happen to be near that radioactive beetle, in the path of that mutagenic meteor… or in this particular instance, unlucky enough to sit on a misplaced syringe containing an experimental mind-enhancing serum.    

Deep within the heart of the Osthanes Research Institute, the narrative forces were stirring. Try as they might, though, they were quite unable to awaken the twenty-four-year-old researcher passed out on his desk, unable to avoid the inevitability of sleep even with four mugs’ worth of coffee, each downed every other hour, the nonstop late shift having lasted from the previous evening all the way up to 5 AM.

If one were to happen across him, they wouldn’t expect this seemingly ordinary youth to have achieved breakthroughs of any sort. He was currently wearing a wrinkled blue shirt with some coffee stains on it as well as faded jeans and a light brown jacket, as it was cold in the lab. With light brown, almost dirty blonde hair, blue eyes with gorgeous long and dark eyelashes, and smooth, flawless pale skin, he was certainly not the commonly imagined picture of a nerdy scientist. He had a nicely chiseled jaw with high cheekbones and was overall an extremely handsome young man. That said, his short hair was currently messy from lack of sleep and too much work, and he had bags under his eyes to boot. His reading glasses were set aside by his resting head as well.

His ID badge for the lab, as per the norm, bore his full name, Zechariah Edward Fitchus, but the name tag pinned to his coat bore witness to the hasty, shoddy handwriting of someone whose mind was thinking far too quickly for its own good. Without his clarification, it seemed to read “Zeakanah” rather than “Zechariah”. He’d long since given up on correcting those who called him “Zeaka”, having shortened the misinterpreted name to make it easier to say. So the narrative shall refer to him as Zeaka from this point forward.

Over the past two months, Zeaka’s team had been continuously studying and researching a formula they had deemed “Mind’s Eye”. Kept carefully under wraps and accessible only to the members of the team itself, the intent was to exploit certain properties of the human brain by activating certain synapses and altering their cycles of activity. If successful it could supposedly boost intelligence and mental clarity, bypass genetic illnesses that affected the brain, and even fully treat Alzheimer’s and brain cancer. Breakthroughs were imminent, of course, but there were too many setbacks to count – not in the least being the inevitability of human testing and all the ethical concerns it implied.

Still, about the only thing that could stop the project from nearing its completion, at least for today, was Zeaka falling asleep on his desk and remaining conked out for three hours straight.

In a shocking twist, it was not some epic plot twist involving a supernatural or otherwise extraordinary event that woke the sleep-deprived young man, but his phone going off with a text message alert.

Feeding the Fairy (CBT)

Hey everyone, hope you're all staying safe in these trying times! I'm staying safe and secure, but haven't been able to write anything new as of late, which is unfortunate because I've had so much spare time while cooped up at my residence and have pretty much wasted it on YouTube and browsing stuff on DeviantArt. Still, I do have a bit of a backlog of stories that were either pending or in the process of being finished, and here's one I found that was pretty much done save for editing! Gosh, I haven't revisited Talos in a while, but this quick little tale was an RP involving him and the OC of a friend who requested to remain anonymous. It's a good deal shorter than what I usually produce, but it has all the hallmarks of the kind of ballbusting stories I especially enjoy, though I find that extremely concerning and I suppose in the future I should try adding some more variety to my CBT writings. Oh well. ^^;

We hope you enjoy!


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Feeding the Fairy

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: F/M extreme ballbusting and sounding. NSFW.

Word Count: 2,585

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Visit the fairy realm for a day, they’d said. It’d be fun, they’d said…

If he’d been notified beforehand that the fairies were actually predatory, Talos would’ve had a lot more second thoughts. Especially if he’d known that the kind of flesh they liked was an especially tender sort - usually between the legs.

To his credit, it hadn’t taken the wyvern boy very long to find out about those facts himself (the hard way, mind). It hadn’t helped that the fact that he had the torso and face of a human, even with draconic horns and talons, wings instead of arms and of course his stinger-tipped tail, made him just another potential food source. One with especially large, tasty genitalia…

He’d stopped to take a breather next to a large tree some ten minutes into the trek when he heard a few zips around him, with small chattering, betraying the fact that something small and very fast was moving around him. It was a blur of yellow light that zipped this way and that way, going between his legs and inspecting him down there.

The wyvern boy glanced around, wondering if this was one of the fairies he’d heard about. “Uh… Hi?”

Pit and Sora's Tickle Session (TK, Collab)

Sorry for not being available! Ironically, despite presumably having all the time in the world thanks to being cooped up where I live by certain recent events that have been happening globally, I've been so busy that I've had barely any time to write at all. I'll have to fix that soon, if only I can prioritize writing and figure out how to get over that stupid writer's block that's been plaguing me lately. Oh well. ^^;

To tide you over until then, here's a story I co-wrote with SquidSisterFan12 on DeviantArt some time ago, which was written shortly after the completion of Fighter's Pass 1 for Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. It was originally meant as a raffle prize for me but ultimately I decided to lend my writing and editing services to help see it through, albeit with a lot of difficulty due to scheduling concerns and me being a filthy procrastinator. All's well that ends well, I guess! ^^

We hope you enjoy!

Super Smash Bros (c) Nintendo
Kingdom Hearts (c) Square Enix and Disney
Devil May Cry (which cameos near the beginning) (c) Ninja Theory

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Pit and Sora's Tickle Session

by Skaea and SquidSisterFan12

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

Word Count: 4,389

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“Thank you all, thank you,” Byleth said with a smile as he walked into the Smash Lounge Room. “It seems like you heroes in Smash have provided a warm welcome for me indeed”

His fellow Fire Emblem representatives cheered and gathered around to congratulate him. But not everyone was so receptive - a few other fighters also at the welcoming party just gave him a cold, disinterested stare.

“I would’ve preferred Bandana Dee…” muttered Meta Knight under his breath.

While the Fire Emblem fighters bonded with one another over their newest member, Pit was looking at them from across the room with an expression mixing wistfulness and despondency.

“Man,” he sighed, “I really wish Sora from Kingdom Hearts was chosen as the final fighter.”

Trying and failing to brush that thought out of his mind, he got up and left the room to the others. As he walked down the hallway, he looked at the paintings hanging on the wall.

On the paintings were the splash art of every new fighter that was introduced from Brawl to Ultimate. As he looked at his fellow newcomers, his eyes trailed to a reserved spot. It was a special section dedicated to the newcomers hailing from the Fighters Pass. Someone was also there.

As Pit got closer, the figure appeared to be holding flowers and crying. Right before Pit he could reach him, the figure placed his flowers down and then quickly left. The angel could hear sobbing from the figure in question along with a couple of suspicious and despondent “WAH” noises.

Indeed, when he got to the section and looked at the table placed there, he read the note attached to the figure’s flower bouquet: “Hear Lies Waluigi’s Hope and Dreams.”

“What a baby,” said Wario from somewhere nearby.

Deciding not to ask any questions, Pit looked at the splash art of the newcomers. There were words scribbled on each splash art in marker by various people: “Arsene <3”, “RNG”, “Banjo & Kazooie”, “Ken With a Hat”, and “Marth #8”.

The angel sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Those DLC newcomers had always had mixed reception. Wondering what unmitigated disaster would be coming in the next few months, he turned away from the gallery in question, and finally looked upon the new section that was being put up by Mario, Olimar, and Ness.

“Hey guys, whatcha working on?” asked Pit.


“Oh! Hi Pit!” said Mario. “Me and these guys were just working on the new sections for the upcoming fighters for the Fighters Pass Volume 2.”

“Yup,” said Olimar. “Wonder who the big man is gonna choose to join the battle.”

“I hope it’s Bandana Dee,” said Ness.

“What about Sora?” asked Pit.

Mario, Olimar, and Ness all gave each other a look. A look that said, “Eh.”

“What’s wrong? You guys wouldn’t like having Sora join us?” asked Pit.

“Look Pit, don’t take this the wrong way, but I really wouldn’t want Sora to join Smash,” said Mario.

“I mean, if he got in, I wouldn’t be as upset as I am with someone like another Marth. I just think there’s better choices out there. Like Goomba.”

“Oh...I see,” said Pit.

“Sorry if I made-a you upset,” said Mario.

Suddenly, Sonic came dashing in, with Lucas and Mr. G&W in tow. “Mario! We need you at the Boarding Station ASAP!” said Sonic.

“Really? Why?” asked Mario.

“You’ve got a battle with Roy in a few minutes,” asked Lucas.

“Shoot! I almost-a forgot!” said Mario.

“BEEP,” said Mr. G&W, roughly translating to “Me too!”

“I better get going as well!” added Mario. “Sonic, can you get me to the station?”

“Sure!” said Sonic.

“We’ll come too, I wanna watch with some popcorn,” said Olimar.

“Wanna come too, Ness?” asked Lucas.

“Ok,” the other boy replied.

The six fighters all piled onto Sonic. “Ooof! Good thing this guy mains mostly lightweights, or I’d be dying!” said Sonic. “Alright guys, grab your coconuts and hold them tight!”

Everyone reached downwards and pulled out some coconuts with a straw on them.

“Let’s-A-Go!” said Mario as he sipped some milk from his coconut.

Soon, they blasted off into a blue blur, leaving Pit by himself.

“Man, I wonder why’d they not want Sora in as much,” said Pit to himself. He looked at the new section that was put up in front of his eyes. There were six frames with a question mark on them. He sighed, knowing that whomever was coming next, there would always be people who’d be missing out.

Pit started walking back to the Lounge Room. As he walked, his eyes looked down at his sandals. Suddenly, he got an idea. If his fellow fighters wouldn’t prefer to fight Sora in Smash, then Pit decided that he most certainly would prefer to fight Sora in a “special” friendly fight…

Wilbur's Dangling Dare (TK)

And here's the other story I wrote with PodFrog with Wilbur! I've had this idea for a while and I'm glad to have implemented it. Not much else to say about it, really, other than my best wishes to Pod regarding the use of his character. Go check out his DeviantArt account - his art and OCs are wonderful, and I look forward to seeing more of them! :)

Wilbur Balenboard (c) PodFrog

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Wilbur's Dangling Dare

by Skaea and Podfrog

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

Word Count: 3,498

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It was another normal day in the Digital District apartment, with the various residents therein going about their daily lives. Me? I’d spent much of the day hanging out with a number of the people I shared the place with. But one particular guy had not yet been visited, and I had a daily workout to take care of anyway. So it was that I found myself in the Digital District Gym, as was tradition.

And lo and behold, once again, Wilbur Balenbord was making his usual rounds.

“One... Two... One... Two...”

Wilbur was, at the moment, working on his abdominal muscles with the ab crunchers. Or rather, he was doing his routine while hanging on the chin-up bar. I’d heard he liked doing it this way, with his long feet and toes being quite useful for the task. Not only could he stand out from the crowd with his technique, but it was even more effective for his abs! “One... Two... One... Two...”

This was the sight I walked in on as I exited the treadmill room, wiping the sweat from my head with the towel I’d made sure to bring this time. I was passing by on the way to the vending machine once again when I stopped in my tracks, and turned around, unable to believe what I was seeing.

Aside from the obvious, the other thought that passed through my head was a sense of relief from seeing the rather large mattress placed under the chin-up bar he was hanging from. I’d have hated to see him hurt himself if he took a tumble - especially after what I had planned for him...

I decided to act casual for this conversation, but I couldn’t disguise the awe I was feeling towards my friend’s routine. “Oh hey, Wilbur! Back at it again, huh?”

Wilbur recognized that voice. It was none other than yours truly, the supposed “gym partner” who’d tickled him silly during our last meeting! Come to think of it, I’d pondered taking lessons from him since then, but I hadn’t had the courage to ask...

Wilbur's Wild Workout (TK)

 

(Image courtesy of PodFrog on DeviantArt)

Been a while, hasn't it? Just in time for the end of the month, here's a story I co-wrote with PodFrog on dA and Discord, featuring his latest OC, Wilbur! I think I helped co-create Wilbur in the first place, actually - I wanted someone with long toe-walking feet, and the huge ticklish arches to go with them, and we ended up with a result that worked, and had a lot of fun because of this. There's another story with him as well that I'll be posting tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that one!

And yes, this is supposed to be a "You X character" type story, though no romance is involved unlike the usual fare of such a format. I figured it'd be nice to give that style a try, and from my standpoint it came out quite nicely!

Wilbur Balenboard (c) PodFrog

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Wilbur's Wild Workout

by Skaea and Podfrog

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

Word Count: 4,453

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At first glance, you might think that the Digital District is as ordinary as can be. Well, as a resident there, I can tell you that you couldn’t be more wrong. The people here do look like everyone else on the outside, but they are not, in fact, biological in nature – as the name of this place suggests, they are digital in origin, formed from ones and zeroes rather than cells. It’s safe to say that this has allowed for a wider variety of appearances, traits, and life stories, and the best part is that you just never know what new and exciting things might be around the corner.

Let me tell you, for example, about the time when I first met Wilbur.

See, Wilbur is a physical therapist who works at the apartment’s gym I visit on a regular basis, a nice young man who loves to work out. He also uses the gym a lot himself, doing sit-ups, push-ups, and jog preparations, but more than that, he also loves to coach others. Of course, he’s always down for a challenge, and I was more than happy to deliver that day.

Oh, and did I mention that he’s one of those people with form modifications? Specifically, his legs and feet are structured differently than mine – his heels are held off the ground, because his feet are stupendously huge, at just over seventeen and a half inches, a magnificent pair of size twenty-nines! From what I heard, it unfortunately used to be common for people who had their forms changed more drastically than simply different hair or eye colors to be looked down upon by others who had “normal” features and preferred to hang out with “normal” people, and Wilbur does get odd looks every so often, but I can respect that he loves his job and worked his butt off to get it in spite of how hard it was back then. Besides, times change, and so do we.

Patreon Preview: Captive of the Serpent Woman

 

In case you haven't been following my online activity, my Patreon is in the process of being revitalized, and in the process I've been doing monthly exclusive rewards, the first of which (the completed version) will be uploaded in just a few days. Given the subject that was voted on for the pic, I realized that I had an unfinished story in my backlog involving that same character, so I figured I'd illustrate a scene from that particular story and finish the thing itself for this special first monthly reward. Below is an excerpt from the story, but that's pretty much all I can give. If you want to see the finished product and the full story, please subscribe to my Patreon and keep an eye out for that in a few days' time!

Patreon upload: PATREON REWARD FOR JANUARY 2020 (Lineart)

Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale (c) Rumiko Takahashi

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Captive of the Serpent Woman (Preview)

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

It was supposed to have been a SIMPLE endeavor. Just get in, find the demon piece, and get out of there with Kagome none the wiser. But apparently, the half-demon’s foe had anticipated his arrival. And she was stronger than he had thought. And faster. And noticeably more cunning. He had in fact been overwhelmed so quickly that he hadn’t realized what was happening before he’d ended up being restrained and dragged back to what was presumably her lair.

Well, so much for a quick excursion.

And that was how Inuyasha now found himself in the grasp of a female demon, dark-haired woman above and red-scaled serpent below with four arms instead of two, who had wrapped him up and held his arms over his head, letting her have her way with his strong body and large bare feet. All while stuck in the depths of a cave in the middle of nowhere, destined to not be found by anyone until he somehow got out.

“Wha… what in the? Whaddya want?” he mumbled, trying to escape her coils, but swiftly realizing that he couldn’t. His mind was still reeling from his defeat some time earlier, but naturally, his first thought was making an exodus before things got messy.

The demon chuckled, one set of arms holding his wrists hostage while she carried him deeper into her lair. “Oh I just want to have some fun with the handsome demon who wandered into my home,” she cooed seductively to him. “Just relax… You’ll get nice and cozy soon.”

“Nice and cozy… Tch. Sounds like the kinda thing someone’ll say to lie to me about not wantin’ to kill me. You sure you’re gonna do that, or…?” he asked, looking uneasy and wondering where his sword went. It turned out that she had knocked his sword away into the shadows during the fight, but maybe she’ll collect it later once he was broken in. It’d no doubt be a nice decor item…

It wasn’t long before the serpent demon had carried him to a room with some surprisingly nice bondage devices. Less than a minute had passed before she brought him to a pair of padded shackles in the wall. She held his wrists still while she locked the padded cuffs around them, knowing the fight he’d been known to put up against demons such as her.

Inuyasha was chained now to the wall, arms over his head, while she had all four arms free to have her way with him.

In a Pinch (CBT, Sounding)

(Image source from the Monster Girl Encyclopedia Wikia: https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/wiki/Cancer)

Happy belated New Year 2020! Starting off the new decade with a CBT story, what am I doing with my life? XD

Anyways, this story was co-written by me and someone who has requested to remain anonymous. This is the third time I've written a combination of beach burial and CBT in a single story, and the fourth involving CBT while the victim is trapped in something with only their head and privates sticking out. I'm starting to sense a pattern here, honestly. The anon's OC originally had healing powers and extremely oversized gonads, but I figured it'd be worth making him more mundane this time around, although monster girls are still a thing of course because the story wouldn't work otherwise.

Say hello to Bisque the Cancer/crab-girl, by the way! To picture her, just look at the above image, and then color her hair orange like that of Nami from One Piece. Bisque was one of the characters I roleplayed as on that CBT-focused Discord server I'm a member of, and I figured it'd be neat to have her be a major player in a story of her own, though the victim is the real star, really. I do hope to write and more misadventures with her - and Alec as well, hopefully - in the near future. :)

The Monster Girl Encyclopedia (c) Kenkou Cross

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In a Pinch

by Skaea and an anonymous co-writer

Contains: */M ballbusting and sounding with a brief instance of butt abuse. NSFW.

Word Count: 4,395

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Alec awoke from his seaside nap with a weird sensation pressing over most of his body. The beach hunk opened his hazel eyes, instantly taking in the sight of the clear blue sky and the sound of the crashing waves somewhere in the middle distance. He felt weirdly unable to move for some reason, but why?

The handsome young man turned his head this way and that, and looked around him as much as he could. There was that nude beach sign he’d passed when he’d arrived at the beach a few hours ago, there were the girls in bikinis laying on their stomachs getting tans (including more than a few with animal ears and tails), there was some blonde six-foot-tall guy stuck in the sand with his cock and balls peeking out, there were the college kids having fun playing in the water - wait, what!?

Oh, right. Said blonde guy was none other than Alec himself. Only now did he realize what had happened to him.

Uh-oh.

“Hello?!” He struggled in the sand, wondering in consternation as to who would be mean-spirited enough to bury him like this while he was napping. “Anybody? Little help here, dudes! Aw man, how could this happen?”

He had no idea how he got into this predicament - someone must’ve dared him to do it or perhaps he could’ve been pranked while sleeping - but it didn’t matter. He was stuck, and there was probably no way he was getting out anytime soon.

Quickie: Holiday Hilarity (TK)

Merry Christmas, everyone! I haven't had the time to write at all as of late, and probably won't be able to for the rest of the month, so here’s a blast from the past instead: a quick little something I wrote way back in my early days of taking writing commissions - it was a holiday story commission for RedVelvetEater on DeviantArt, featuring three of his OCs. I can assure you that they really enjoyed it, although it wasn't one of my best works and was a tad flawed, but such is the newbie writer, I guess. XD

Happy Holidays, and hopefully your New Year's 2020 is a good one as well! See you in January!

Jesse Cartier, Melody Cartier, Tessa Aiken (c) RedVelvetEater

Quickie: Consequences of Teasing (TK)

 

"Male Corrin" by omegazero01

How long has it been since I posted a thing here? Geez, I gotta rectify that post-haste and I don't have anything new written! Oh well, have some backlog stuff instead. XD

The second I saw the above picture, courtesy of the incredible omegazero01, I absolutely wanted to see the inevitable follow-up, and waited patiently until they opened up commissions to make good on that want. Being unable to spend my work money back then, I could only afford to pay for a lineart piece, but I managed to color the line-work they sent me well enough regardless - the result is under the cut. I also decided to color the hands of the 'lers in the same fashion as two of his Nohrian siblings, and from there I realized that I had a potential story in the making, so I gave into impulse and decided to write one then and there - also under the cut. I highly recommend checking out Omega's work - they're an amazing foot fetish artist, and their commission prices aren't too bad as such things go. I hope you enjoy this little fanfic as well in the meantime!

Oh Corrin, sweet prince, when will you ever learn that your actions have consequences? XD

Fire Emblem: Fates belongs to Nintendo.

Contains: MMFF/M foot tickling. SFW.

Word Count: 988

Ninja’s Soft Weakness 2: Electric Boogaloo (TK)

 Cover illustration by TwoMario

Finally, a sequel to this old thing! This story started off as an RP I did with superdes513 involving my ninja boy Raiju and his OC Hoshi a while back, done at about the same time as when I commissioned the above pic from the legendary TwoMario. That said, there wasn't any scene in the RP based on that pic, so after I bought that up with Des, we proceeded to co-write it over the past few nights, and I added it in just today. Along with a few quality control checks, I feel that this new addition was what made the story truly pop! :D

When I first posted the story in question, it was meant as a gift for Des' birthday, but in the interest of being on time I had to submit an incomplete version because, as I've said, we were still working on the scene we'd were gonna add at the time. It was a struggle between completeness and timing, but ultimately I came up with the above-mentioned plan of "post first, edit later", and the end result is worth it all the same anyway. I know I subscribe to the "better late than never" policy, but sometimes I just can't reschedule self-imposed deadlines, especially for close friends, so please excuse this being the plan for at least some of my works in the future. ^^;

Enjoy, guys! And go check out Des' gallery - he's got quite a lot of colorful characters in there!

Raiju Inarizushi, Feather Flusters (c) me
Hoshi Fujimoto (c) superdes513

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Ninja’s Soft Weakness 2: Electric Boogaloo

by Skaea

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

Word Count: 5,189

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The brown-haired ninja ran down the forest path without a care in the world. His middle-length hair fluttered as the air whipped past it, the hair strand sticking out from the top of his head waving like a flag in the wind. His light brown eyes and fair skin nicely contrasted the pine-green and salmon-pink sleeveless top he was wearing, with a black neck cover and an armor plate strapped in a middle of the chest. He also wore yellow-green gloves with fishnets, and yellow-green dogi pants held by a yellow sash around his waist, and bronze-yellow foot bandage wraps over his otherwise bare feet, which made a rhythmic, gentle padding and pounding as he raced over the soft soil and leaf litter.

He had just gotten back from a surveillance run of the area around the town where he and his friends lived; there was, thankfully, nothing major to worry about. So it was off to the local noodle shop, his favorite spot in the town - he was determined not to miss the order of the day, and if nothing else, he needed to get there before the sun went down and the shop closed up until tomorrow. Luckily, he didn't see anything that would hinder him, or so it seemed...

"Well, this is going to be an awesome day," Hoshi thought aloud to himself. "Everything's fine, the town's safe, and my friends are definitely gonna be at the shop waiting for me. I gotta be there as fast as I can! There's absolutely nothing that can stop me!"

As if on cue, however, a blur of movement seemed to outpace him, just out of view. He barely slowed down, wondering what it was, until a flash of movement and a loud SHING caught his attention.

Perhaps those delicious kebabs would have to wait.