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For those tickle-lovers, heres a new piece, using my new character Grim. I will write a story of course so enjoy.
Grim's POV
The red fire dragon called Grim was roaming around town, the mercenary searching for his target, a being called Captor who was known to have captured a few victims including his friend Shane. While no one was hurt, the dragon was determined to stop this incidents once and for all, and avenge his friend. Unfortunately this Captor has appeared to be extremely elusive and the Merc had little success in tracking the being...until now.
As he prowled down a alleyway, booted feet creating a loud splash after stepping into a water filled pothole, he could only wonder how Shane managed to find the guy, which led him to this alleyway. "Well the big sack of meat better be right," the dragon speaks in his deep voice, with a slight hint of a Texas accent. Judging from the reports he has been hearing, his target has the ability to disguise himself as anything, which meant Grim has to be on guard at all times.
A sound of clattering down a joined alleyway caused the dragon to swivel to face the sound. Grim inches slowly towards the alleyway, pistol ready, moving silently despite his thick boots, before peeking down the alley, only to find a mundane black semi truck in the alley. Grim sighed before chuckling to himself,"False alarm..." he manages as he soon found his body shutting down against his will. As his eyes started to close, he could swore he saw the semi truck morph into a anthropomorphic figure before blacking out....
Ken's/Captor's POV
It didn't take very long to take Shane's friend and bring him to the warehouse he often used. According to the Tyrantrum, this dragon, Grim is one heck of a tough dude and in serious need of a smile, and boy does he intend to make Grim smile. As Captor ties and chains down his newest victim in the usual sitting positions, he seriously has to thank Shane, who is standing in the darkness ready with a camera to film everything that goes down, for the assist at luring his unsuspecting friend into this trap, where he had simply used his telepathy to knock the dragon safely out. Now all thats left to do is prep his claws for the ripping, and wait for Grim to come around.
Grim's POV
"Argh..." Grim groaned as he slowly comes to, only to find he has become a victim too, bounded in a chair, in a dark warehouse with only a single light trained on him. "Dang..." Grim cursed, angered he had let his guard down..or something. "Hello Mr Grim," a voice grabs Grim's attention, the Merc's full attention is diverted straight to the cloaked Captor. "Captor...should have known it was you," Grim says with a slight snarl.
"Well looks like i've become quite infamous eh?" Captor says with a grin. Grim scoffs,"Infamous is an understatement, you're quite a menace i have to say, targeting law enforcers and criminals, and my friend too." "Well you aren't wrong," Captor says with a shrug,"But its not like they get hurt...well, not physically at least." Grim gives a huff,"Regardless i'm going to stop you, one way or another." Captor moves closer,"Tough words for a guy in the restraints," Captor says as Grim tries his hardest to break free but can't. "Anyway, since you know so much about me, you should know what i'm going to do to you." Captor continued. "Torture me thats what i heard," Grim responded only to receive a laugh from Captor. "Well i guess its up to perception whether or not its torture than" Captor said,"And i have to say, i know stuff about you too, though the only information relevant to me now is the fact you have sensitive feet...isn't that right sir?" Captor asks with a slightly evil looking grin.
Grim gulps, huge dragon toes curl up in his even larger, worn out combat boots. "Well than i guess you'll have to get thru my boots than," Grim replies defiantly, determined to look strong. Captor grins,"Haha, i'm ready for that, are you?" Grim could only gulp as Captor kneeled down and dragged a clawed finger along his boots....
Captor's POV
This was always Captor's favorite part but this time it seems it won't be that easy. It seems that despite the old leather footwear undergoing 5 years of 24/7 wear and abuse from kicking behinds, they seem far from falling apart. "It seems I will be taking a extra step in this times boot torture.." Captor says mentally to himself as he brandish a pair of bunsen burners from his hands, the flames already lit on them and placed them beneath those massive black boots.
"What are you doing?" his victim asks mostly out of confusion. "Softening them up" Captor responded honestly, and the heat is already doing its job, as the thick and tough rubber soles start to soften, whatever remains of the extra tough glue holding the boot together melting leaving the boots being held together by the worn grey stitching. Add to that, the heat has caused the Merc's feet to sweat even more.
Captor soon removes the heat,"Now the real fun begins" He says as he begins tugging on the soles. It didn't take long before the worn old leather to start giving way, a small split opening up and already releasing a huge whiff of cheesy musk. Despite his victim's groans and pleas, Captor only continued to pull harder on the tortured boots, watching as the thick leather start to rip apart like paper, stitching snapping fling some sweat about. With a nice "ShrrRIP!" from the boots, the soles peel free from the beat up leather uppers and the sweaty, musky dragon paws they were protecting, pools of sweat left on the insole along with stringy slimy sweat clinging to the insoles.
Captor grins,"Now.." brandishes feathers," Brace yourself..." and soon goes to town on the dragon's feet.
Grim's POV
Grim's strong facade barely even lasted a few minutes before it crumbled. "HA HA HA!!!" the dragon laughs echoes around the warehouse, toes squirm all about to escape the onslaught of tickling of those feathers, which snaked all over his exposed paws and even between his toes. His tail whips around out of control as his laughter only gets stronger, tears flowing from his clenched eyes. But as much as he wanted it to stop..this has been the first time he laughed in weeks, and boy was that a good feeling. As Captor began telekinetically controlling the feathers so he can use his own claws to tickle, Grim's laughter only gets stronger and almost tips the chair over. Is only stopped from falling by Captor who's tickle torture has finally slowed and stopped.
Grim takes deep breathes, feeling abit giddy from all the laughing. "Jeez...." the merc said in between deep breathe. "I could tell that you liked it" Captor says with a grin as he removes his cloak to reveal his is just a young dragon, much to Grim's surprise. "He certainly did," Another voice, a familiar voice, sounds out from the darkness as a massive Tyrantrum walks out from the shadows.
"Shane? You set me up?!" Grim shouted, betrayed. Shane simply chuckles,"Well it was the only way to get you to laugh normally so i thought i could use my good friend over here to do that." "Well dude you could have just...." Grim was beginning to say when Captor/Ken cuts in,"Look we had fun okay, i'm Ken and i am of no threat" The dragon grins as he gets to fixing up Grim's boots before releasing him.
"Thanks.." Grim says abit sarcastically as he gets released,"Lets just put this event behind us." "I don't think so," Shane says as he shows the camera he has been using to record everything. Grim looked stunned before the stun turns to anger,"Shane you son of a b^%$#!!!" Grim could barely finish his swear before the Tyrantrum ran out of the warehouse, with the rather pissed of Grim in hot pursuit.
Captor simply chuckled before shifting into the black semi truck form from before, now more modified to resemble the DarkSide from the recent Twisted Metal games, before roaring into the night....
Grim's POV
The red fire dragon called Grim was roaming around town, the mercenary searching for his target, a being called Captor who was known to have captured a few victims including his friend Shane. While no one was hurt, the dragon was determined to stop this incidents once and for all, and avenge his friend. Unfortunately this Captor has appeared to be extremely elusive and the Merc had little success in tracking the being...until now.
As he prowled down a alleyway, booted feet creating a loud splash after stepping into a water filled pothole, he could only wonder how Shane managed to find the guy, which led him to this alleyway. "Well the big sack of meat better be right," the dragon speaks in his deep voice, with a slight hint of a Texas accent. Judging from the reports he has been hearing, his target has the ability to disguise himself as anything, which meant Grim has to be on guard at all times.
A sound of clattering down a joined alleyway caused the dragon to swivel to face the sound. Grim inches slowly towards the alleyway, pistol ready, moving silently despite his thick boots, before peeking down the alley, only to find a mundane black semi truck in the alley. Grim sighed before chuckling to himself,"False alarm..." he manages as he soon found his body shutting down against his will. As his eyes started to close, he could swore he saw the semi truck morph into a anthropomorphic figure before blacking out....
Ken's/Captor's POV
It didn't take very long to take Shane's friend and bring him to the warehouse he often used. According to the Tyrantrum, this dragon, Grim is one heck of a tough dude and in serious need of a smile, and boy does he intend to make Grim smile. As Captor ties and chains down his newest victim in the usual sitting positions, he seriously has to thank Shane, who is standing in the darkness ready with a camera to film everything that goes down, for the assist at luring his unsuspecting friend into this trap, where he had simply used his telepathy to knock the dragon safely out. Now all thats left to do is prep his claws for the ripping, and wait for Grim to come around.
Grim's POV
"Argh..." Grim groaned as he slowly comes to, only to find he has become a victim too, bounded in a chair, in a dark warehouse with only a single light trained on him. "Dang..." Grim cursed, angered he had let his guard down..or something. "Hello Mr Grim," a voice grabs Grim's attention, the Merc's full attention is diverted straight to the cloaked Captor. "Captor...should have known it was you," Grim says with a slight snarl.
"Well looks like i've become quite infamous eh?" Captor says with a grin. Grim scoffs,"Infamous is an understatement, you're quite a menace i have to say, targeting law enforcers and criminals, and my friend too." "Well you aren't wrong," Captor says with a shrug,"But its not like they get hurt...well, not physically at least." Grim gives a huff,"Regardless i'm going to stop you, one way or another." Captor moves closer,"Tough words for a guy in the restraints," Captor says as Grim tries his hardest to break free but can't. "Anyway, since you know so much about me, you should know what i'm going to do to you." Captor continued. "Torture me thats what i heard," Grim responded only to receive a laugh from Captor. "Well i guess its up to perception whether or not its torture than" Captor said,"And i have to say, i know stuff about you too, though the only information relevant to me now is the fact you have sensitive feet...isn't that right sir?" Captor asks with a slightly evil looking grin.
Grim gulps, huge dragon toes curl up in his even larger, worn out combat boots. "Well than i guess you'll have to get thru my boots than," Grim replies defiantly, determined to look strong. Captor grins,"Haha, i'm ready for that, are you?" Grim could only gulp as Captor kneeled down and dragged a clawed finger along his boots....
Captor's POV
This was always Captor's favorite part but this time it seems it won't be that easy. It seems that despite the old leather footwear undergoing 5 years of 24/7 wear and abuse from kicking behinds, they seem far from falling apart. "It seems I will be taking a extra step in this times boot torture.." Captor says mentally to himself as he brandish a pair of bunsen burners from his hands, the flames already lit on them and placed them beneath those massive black boots.
"What are you doing?" his victim asks mostly out of confusion. "Softening them up" Captor responded honestly, and the heat is already doing its job, as the thick and tough rubber soles start to soften, whatever remains of the extra tough glue holding the boot together melting leaving the boots being held together by the worn grey stitching. Add to that, the heat has caused the Merc's feet to sweat even more.
Captor soon removes the heat,"Now the real fun begins" He says as he begins tugging on the soles. It didn't take long before the worn old leather to start giving way, a small split opening up and already releasing a huge whiff of cheesy musk. Despite his victim's groans and pleas, Captor only continued to pull harder on the tortured boots, watching as the thick leather start to rip apart like paper, stitching snapping fling some sweat about. With a nice "ShrrRIP!" from the boots, the soles peel free from the beat up leather uppers and the sweaty, musky dragon paws they were protecting, pools of sweat left on the insole along with stringy slimy sweat clinging to the insoles.
Captor grins,"Now.." brandishes feathers," Brace yourself..." and soon goes to town on the dragon's feet.
Grim's POV
Grim's strong facade barely even lasted a few minutes before it crumbled. "HA HA HA!!!" the dragon laughs echoes around the warehouse, toes squirm all about to escape the onslaught of tickling of those feathers, which snaked all over his exposed paws and even between his toes. His tail whips around out of control as his laughter only gets stronger, tears flowing from his clenched eyes. But as much as he wanted it to stop..this has been the first time he laughed in weeks, and boy was that a good feeling. As Captor began telekinetically controlling the feathers so he can use his own claws to tickle, Grim's laughter only gets stronger and almost tips the chair over. Is only stopped from falling by Captor who's tickle torture has finally slowed and stopped.
Grim takes deep breathes, feeling abit giddy from all the laughing. "Jeez...." the merc said in between deep breathe. "I could tell that you liked it" Captor says with a grin as he removes his cloak to reveal his is just a young dragon, much to Grim's surprise. "He certainly did," Another voice, a familiar voice, sounds out from the darkness as a massive Tyrantrum walks out from the shadows.
"Shane? You set me up?!" Grim shouted, betrayed. Shane simply chuckles,"Well it was the only way to get you to laugh normally so i thought i could use my good friend over here to do that." "Well dude you could have just...." Grim was beginning to say when Captor/Ken cuts in,"Look we had fun okay, i'm Ken and i am of no threat" The dragon grins as he gets to fixing up Grim's boots before releasing him.
"Thanks.." Grim says abit sarcastically as he gets released,"Lets just put this event behind us." "I don't think so," Shane says as he shows the camera he has been using to record everything. Grim looked stunned before the stun turns to anger,"Shane you son of a b^%$#!!!" Grim could barely finish his swear before the Tyrantrum ran out of the warehouse, with the rather pissed of Grim in hot pursuit.
Captor simply chuckled before shifting into the black semi truck form from before, now more modified to resemble the DarkSide from the recent Twisted Metal games, before roaring into the night....
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
Species Western Dragon
Size 1035 x 1280px
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