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Brooklyn began to wake from his sleep slowly and tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. He remembered he was flying over Central Park when a green gas was sprayed in his face and after that, he blacked out. But what started to make him more alert was that he couldn't move. He was on some sort of metal rack in a lab! His wrists were manacled above his head, though the cuffs seemed padded, as well as his ankle's, and his tail was through a hole in the back but also restrained. He even saw that his loincloth was replaced by a pair of shorts. He tried to summon his strength to break free but found that he couldn't.
"Don't bother, you're not going anywhere,"
A voice over an intercom said. Brooklyn stopped and looked around for the voice but saw nothing, so he just asked what was going on.
"We like to do some experiment's on gargoyle sensitivity and endurance. The gas we used on you was used on your leader awhile back with that clone of his on that tanker and you and your brother's seem like fine candidates."
"You leave my brother's alone!" Brooklyn yelled.
"Don't worry young one, you all won't be harmed. No one knows where you are right now. We even used some of your elder Hudson who's now just sleeping the night away. We just want information and your brother's location."
"Go to hell! I won't tell you muttinhead's a damn thing!"
"We'll see."
Brooklyn cocked his head to the side wondering what he meant and before he could process it any further, eight robotic hands come out of the rack and moved toward his body and talon feet.
"Oh and one more thing, the gas increases the sensitivity of the body. Keep that in mind, if you can."
"Okay, enough of this freakshow! Let me out of here ri, ri ,hehe, heHEHE HAHAHAHAA! WHAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" And in no time, Brooklyn, the young, teenage second of command of Clan Manhattan was laughing his head off as the robot hand's tickled his armpit's, rib's, stomach, and feet. He was a pretty ticklish gargoyle growing up, him and his brother's Broadway and Lexington were all super ticklish and they did enjoy the tickle game's when they played them. But nothing like this. His bound tail could only wag it's tip as his body struggled to escape but couldn't. The worst was on his feet as the explored all over his sole's and on and inbetween his toe's.
He thought he could last, but it was too much. No gargoyle ever thought tickle torture would be part of protecting their home. Hours passed before the inevitable happened and the proud gargoyle began screaming out where his brother's were patrolling and that they were together. Once Brooklyn laughed out what they wanted from him, the tickling stopped. Brooklyn was sweating hard and had tears in his eyes from all the laughter. Before he could understand what he just did, the same gas was sprayed into his face and within under a ten second's was out like a light.
"Well, that was east enough. I thought we go through this all night. We'll have to move quickly to capture the other two. Set up separate testing rooms for them when we get them. I'll place the jewel on this one," the voice said. Faint sounds of men leaving a secured room carried into the lab but Brooklyn didn't register anything. With a few clicks of button's, a robot hand place a collar with a blue jewel on it around Brooklyn's neck. The scientist smiled, thinking how much fun it's going to be having three gargoyle's for his tickle experiment's and breaking their will's."
Commission idea and the story credit go to anonymous
Brooklyn © Disney/ Gargoyle
art by me
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Brooklyn began to wake from his sleep slowly and tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. He remembered he was flying over Central Park when a green gas was sprayed in his face and after that, he blacked out. But what started to make him more alert was that he couldn't move. He was on some sort of metal rack in a lab! His wrists were manacled above his head, though the cuffs seemed padded, as well as his ankle's, and his tail was through a hole in the back but also restrained. He even saw that his loincloth was replaced by a pair of shorts. He tried to summon his strength to break free but found that he couldn't.
"Don't bother, you're not going anywhere,"
A voice over an intercom said. Brooklyn stopped and looked around for the voice but saw nothing, so he just asked what was going on.
"We like to do some experiment's on gargoyle sensitivity and endurance. The gas we used on you was used on your leader awhile back with that clone of his on that tanker and you and your brother's seem like fine candidates."
"You leave my brother's alone!" Brooklyn yelled.
"Don't worry young one, you all won't be harmed. No one knows where you are right now. We even used some of your elder Hudson who's now just sleeping the night away. We just want information and your brother's location."
"Go to hell! I won't tell you muttinhead's a damn thing!"
"We'll see."
Brooklyn cocked his head to the side wondering what he meant and before he could process it any further, eight robotic hands come out of the rack and moved toward his body and talon feet.
"Oh and one more thing, the gas increases the sensitivity of the body. Keep that in mind, if you can."
"Okay, enough of this freakshow! Let me out of here ri, ri ,hehe, heHEHE HAHAHAHAA! WHAT! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" And in no time, Brooklyn, the young, teenage second of command of Clan Manhattan was laughing his head off as the robot hand's tickled his armpit's, rib's, stomach, and feet. He was a pretty ticklish gargoyle growing up, him and his brother's Broadway and Lexington were all super ticklish and they did enjoy the tickle game's when they played them. But nothing like this. His bound tail could only wag it's tip as his body struggled to escape but couldn't. The worst was on his feet as the explored all over his sole's and on and inbetween his toe's.
He thought he could last, but it was too much. No gargoyle ever thought tickle torture would be part of protecting their home. Hours passed before the inevitable happened and the proud gargoyle began screaming out where his brother's were patrolling and that they were together. Once Brooklyn laughed out what they wanted from him, the tickling stopped. Brooklyn was sweating hard and had tears in his eyes from all the laughter. Before he could understand what he just did, the same gas was sprayed into his face and within under a ten second's was out like a light.
"Well, that was east enough. I thought we go through this all night. We'll have to move quickly to capture the other two. Set up separate testing rooms for them when we get them. I'll place the jewel on this one," the voice said. Faint sounds of men leaving a secured room carried into the lab but Brooklyn didn't register anything. With a few clicks of button's, a robot hand place a collar with a blue jewel on it around Brooklyn's neck. The scientist smiled, thinking how much fun it's going to be having three gargoyle's for his tickle experiment's and breaking their will's."
Commission idea and the story credit go to anonymous
Brooklyn © Disney/ Gargoyle
art by me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
Species Gargoyle
Size 960 x 1280px
File Size 652 kB
Very, very cute ;) I love how he's getting tickled all over, even on his wings! You don't see that much in tickle art. Brooklyn's always fun to see because of his unique feet and you did great on them here, making them look long, but also plump and ticklish! The blindfold and the hand in the back waiting to tickle more are very nice touches as well... Heh, I'm sure the commissioner loved it! Very nicely done :)
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