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Another tickle sketch with another of Driver's characters. This time its Daryl the T-Rex, the big bully Rex, getting some punishment for his bad behavior i guess, getting his popped boots ripped back abit more for some tickling. Thought it would be funny to do this ^^ and hope Driver doesn't mind.
Drivergamer: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drivergamer127/
And yes of course, there will be a tickle story for this cause why not, just hope i portray Daryl right.
Daryl's POV
A buff crimson red and black T-Rex, that goes by the name Daryl strolls around town looking for people to bully. Daryl loves bullying unsuspecting and weaker victims, especially with his smelly boots and feet. It just feels so good to be powerful and strong and especially satisfying forcing his victims to sniff his musk that he has built up from work, working out and of course some good bullying. Unfortunately it seems he can't seem to find another victim, that was till he turned a corner to see a rather small, black wingless dragon leaning against a wall. "Perfect target..." a grin lighting up on the Rex's face. Little did the big bully know he had picked one of the worst targets to pick on....
Captor/Ken's POV
When Ken had stopped by the side of the road to answer a text message from a friend, he hadn't expected to be confronted by a towering lump of red muscle. Daryl's deep and tough "Hey" was what notified him of the Rex's presence. Ken had than looked the Rex from head to toe, the dino covered in tough red and black scales as well as wearing a gun metal black helmet, black tactical vest, a desert brown camo pants along with a pair of black boots, big T-rex toes already having popped the tough boots at the fronts, though that hardly affected the sturdiness of those boots. It didn't take long for the Tech Dragon to use the Police Database to find out who this soldier is. "Daryl..." Ken sighed while responding to the soldier. "So you know who i am." Daryl inquired, showing no surprise of Ken's knowledge of his identity. "Yea the infamous bully," Ken responded with slight irritation in his tone, which was picked up by the buff Rex.
"I would lose that attitude if i were you," Daryl responded with a mischievous smirk,"maybe than would i go easy on you..." "You wish." Ken responded snappily earning a small growl. "A defiant bugger aren't you," Daryl commented,"well looks like you leave me no choice..." "Yea," Ken once again interrupts, eyes turning from its usual glowing blue to glowing purple,"You leave me no choice either."
"What the...." Daryl can only exclaim before Ken's telepathic powers knock the dino out. "Now to teach you a lesson you would never forget." the little dragon says as he barely picks up the smelly dino with his weak arms, rapidly shifting into his Darkside form and speeding off to his warehouse, before the musk of Daryl stinks up his interior.
Daryl's POV
"Gah...what the..hell happened..." the T-Rex asked himself groggily as he awakens to being bounded in a chair, a strong rope bounded around his upper torso and a strong chain around both his legs, which has been stretched out in front of him. "What happened," the voice of his suppose to be victim comes from next to him, as the maroon red hoodie wearing dragon walks up into the light thats shining above him in the relatively dark warehouse,"Is you picked on the wrong guy today."
Daryl grunts,"You speak as if you're someone i should know." "Well have you heard of the name, Captor?" Ken asks,"Cause you're looking at him." Daryl has heard of the guy, and what he typically does. "So what, i'm a tough guy, a few feathers won't hurt me," Daryl responds. "Well yea they won't, they aren't knives, but i'm certain they will ruin your image," Ken says, this time its the dragon's turn to grin evily. And for some reason, Daryl actually feels a little worried, his toes curling up around the soles of his boots.
"We'll lets get started," Ken said as he starts poking Daryl's toes, prompting the T-rex to make funny noises in a bid to suppress the urge to laugh. Ken smirks some more, knowing that this is gonna be fun....
Ken's POV
As the dragon faced those massive T-Rex toes and the slightly opened boots, two things are clear, 1) They stink..alot and 2) with Daryl's feet being so big, the opening is practically blocked by those toes, and Ken isn't going to be content with just toes. Besides, Ken does like tearing up some boots anyway.
As Ken grabs the sole of Daryl's left boot, the dino still had the balls to chuckle."Sniff it while you're at it will ya?" "Yea whatever," Ken responded before starting to pull down on the soles. The remaining leather still attached to the soles, which is still almost everything except at the toes, stretch, putting up a fight. "You know if you really wanna smell them you could just ask," Daryl continued sounding a little worried,"You know....before you tear em, i would like them to still be intact."
"Well my point is to tear em, Daryl." Ken responded just as he provides enough pulling force, a small but loud "Rip!!" occurs as leather part slightly from the soles (and smelly dino feet). "Hey!!" Daryl exclaims,"Stop that!!" But Ken did not stop and the trashing continued. "rip..shrrip..rrripp.." The thick soles rip from the leather, sweat soaked fabric tearing like paper and a slimy peeling noise sound out as the insole peels from the slimy sweaty feet of Daryl, who watches as his precious boots get ripped apart. Soon the sweaty smelly feet of Daryl lays fully exposed to the elements, soles flop to the ground barely holding to the rest of the boot by a few stitches at the heel. "Grr..." Daryl growled but soon the dino started complaining again as the process was repeated on Daryl's right boot.
"I learnt my lesson okay! Let me go!" Daryl shouted but Ken only brandished his usual feathers. "You should know by now i won't just let you go," the dragon said as he goes to town on his victims feet.
Daryl's POV
"Grr..hmmph...arghhhHH!!" Daryl struggled to keep himself from laughing and showing his weakness but his tough facade can only last so long before it crumbled entirely, leaving the bully to laugh uncontrollably as feathers attacked his soles and toes. It would be a long time before the torture stopped, the now breatheless T-Rex still restrained in his seat. "Are...you done?" The dino asks,"Cause i..am so going..to kick your ass..." Ken simply grins at him,"Well the torture has stopped yea," the dragon says as he ties Daryl's laces into dead knots,"But has your punishment ended i'm not sure, for i have sent this entire session to...your colleagues." "You!!" Daryl roars at the dragon,"I'll beat you into a pulp!!" "Thats if you can get to me, and if you do, i won't hesitate embarrassing you in front of a live crowd next time," The dragon says rather seriously, causing Daryl to shut up..for abit. "Fine whatever, at least i still have my boots..." he says looking at the slightly less intact boots. "Oh right," Ken suddenly says,"Good luck getting home with those, or sniffing musk from them." Daryl, abit confused, asks'"What...do you mean?"
Ken didn't have to say anything. All the dragon had to do, was grab the smelly sweaty boot soles (to Ken's disgust) and rip em straight of the boots, the remaining stitching snapping with a loud "Snap!!" and leaving Daryl's feet completely unprotected. "My boots!! You!!!" Daryl roars at the dragon, but the dragon was already gone, Ken's Darkside form leaving Daryl behind.
Daryl struggled out of the now loosened restraints and heads out of the warehouse gingerly, the sharp rocks cutting into his now fully exposed feet. "I think i'm missing those soles now..." Daryl says to himself as he can only hobble his way home, his punishment completed....for now.
Hope its okay, thanks for looking
Daryl->Drivergamer127: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drivergamer127/
Drivergamer: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drivergamer127/
And yes of course, there will be a tickle story for this cause why not, just hope i portray Daryl right.
Daryl's POV
A buff crimson red and black T-Rex, that goes by the name Daryl strolls around town looking for people to bully. Daryl loves bullying unsuspecting and weaker victims, especially with his smelly boots and feet. It just feels so good to be powerful and strong and especially satisfying forcing his victims to sniff his musk that he has built up from work, working out and of course some good bullying. Unfortunately it seems he can't seem to find another victim, that was till he turned a corner to see a rather small, black wingless dragon leaning against a wall. "Perfect target..." a grin lighting up on the Rex's face. Little did the big bully know he had picked one of the worst targets to pick on....
Captor/Ken's POV
When Ken had stopped by the side of the road to answer a text message from a friend, he hadn't expected to be confronted by a towering lump of red muscle. Daryl's deep and tough "Hey" was what notified him of the Rex's presence. Ken had than looked the Rex from head to toe, the dino covered in tough red and black scales as well as wearing a gun metal black helmet, black tactical vest, a desert brown camo pants along with a pair of black boots, big T-rex toes already having popped the tough boots at the fronts, though that hardly affected the sturdiness of those boots. It didn't take long for the Tech Dragon to use the Police Database to find out who this soldier is. "Daryl..." Ken sighed while responding to the soldier. "So you know who i am." Daryl inquired, showing no surprise of Ken's knowledge of his identity. "Yea the infamous bully," Ken responded with slight irritation in his tone, which was picked up by the buff Rex.
"I would lose that attitude if i were you," Daryl responded with a mischievous smirk,"maybe than would i go easy on you..." "You wish." Ken responded snappily earning a small growl. "A defiant bugger aren't you," Daryl commented,"well looks like you leave me no choice..." "Yea," Ken once again interrupts, eyes turning from its usual glowing blue to glowing purple,"You leave me no choice either."
"What the...." Daryl can only exclaim before Ken's telepathic powers knock the dino out. "Now to teach you a lesson you would never forget." the little dragon says as he barely picks up the smelly dino with his weak arms, rapidly shifting into his Darkside form and speeding off to his warehouse, before the musk of Daryl stinks up his interior.
Daryl's POV
"Gah...what the..hell happened..." the T-Rex asked himself groggily as he awakens to being bounded in a chair, a strong rope bounded around his upper torso and a strong chain around both his legs, which has been stretched out in front of him. "What happened," the voice of his suppose to be victim comes from next to him, as the maroon red hoodie wearing dragon walks up into the light thats shining above him in the relatively dark warehouse,"Is you picked on the wrong guy today."
Daryl grunts,"You speak as if you're someone i should know." "Well have you heard of the name, Captor?" Ken asks,"Cause you're looking at him." Daryl has heard of the guy, and what he typically does. "So what, i'm a tough guy, a few feathers won't hurt me," Daryl responds. "Well yea they won't, they aren't knives, but i'm certain they will ruin your image," Ken says, this time its the dragon's turn to grin evily. And for some reason, Daryl actually feels a little worried, his toes curling up around the soles of his boots.
"We'll lets get started," Ken said as he starts poking Daryl's toes, prompting the T-rex to make funny noises in a bid to suppress the urge to laugh. Ken smirks some more, knowing that this is gonna be fun....
Ken's POV
As the dragon faced those massive T-Rex toes and the slightly opened boots, two things are clear, 1) They stink..alot and 2) with Daryl's feet being so big, the opening is practically blocked by those toes, and Ken isn't going to be content with just toes. Besides, Ken does like tearing up some boots anyway.
As Ken grabs the sole of Daryl's left boot, the dino still had the balls to chuckle."Sniff it while you're at it will ya?" "Yea whatever," Ken responded before starting to pull down on the soles. The remaining leather still attached to the soles, which is still almost everything except at the toes, stretch, putting up a fight. "You know if you really wanna smell them you could just ask," Daryl continued sounding a little worried,"You know....before you tear em, i would like them to still be intact."
"Well my point is to tear em, Daryl." Ken responded just as he provides enough pulling force, a small but loud "Rip!!" occurs as leather part slightly from the soles (and smelly dino feet). "Hey!!" Daryl exclaims,"Stop that!!" But Ken did not stop and the trashing continued. "rip..shrrip..rrripp.." The thick soles rip from the leather, sweat soaked fabric tearing like paper and a slimy peeling noise sound out as the insole peels from the slimy sweaty feet of Daryl, who watches as his precious boots get ripped apart. Soon the sweaty smelly feet of Daryl lays fully exposed to the elements, soles flop to the ground barely holding to the rest of the boot by a few stitches at the heel. "Grr..." Daryl growled but soon the dino started complaining again as the process was repeated on Daryl's right boot.
"I learnt my lesson okay! Let me go!" Daryl shouted but Ken only brandished his usual feathers. "You should know by now i won't just let you go," the dragon said as he goes to town on his victims feet.
Daryl's POV
"Grr..hmmph...arghhhHH!!" Daryl struggled to keep himself from laughing and showing his weakness but his tough facade can only last so long before it crumbled entirely, leaving the bully to laugh uncontrollably as feathers attacked his soles and toes. It would be a long time before the torture stopped, the now breatheless T-Rex still restrained in his seat. "Are...you done?" The dino asks,"Cause i..am so going..to kick your ass..." Ken simply grins at him,"Well the torture has stopped yea," the dragon says as he ties Daryl's laces into dead knots,"But has your punishment ended i'm not sure, for i have sent this entire session to...your colleagues." "You!!" Daryl roars at the dragon,"I'll beat you into a pulp!!" "Thats if you can get to me, and if you do, i won't hesitate embarrassing you in front of a live crowd next time," The dragon says rather seriously, causing Daryl to shut up..for abit. "Fine whatever, at least i still have my boots..." he says looking at the slightly less intact boots. "Oh right," Ken suddenly says,"Good luck getting home with those, or sniffing musk from them." Daryl, abit confused, asks'"What...do you mean?"
Ken didn't have to say anything. All the dragon had to do, was grab the smelly sweaty boot soles (to Ken's disgust) and rip em straight of the boots, the remaining stitching snapping with a loud "Snap!!" and leaving Daryl's feet completely unprotected. "My boots!! You!!!" Daryl roars at the dragon, but the dragon was already gone, Ken's Darkside form leaving Daryl behind.
Daryl struggled out of the now loosened restraints and heads out of the warehouse gingerly, the sharp rocks cutting into his now fully exposed feet. "I think i'm missing those soles now..." Daryl says to himself as he can only hobble his way home, his punishment completed....for now.
Hope its okay, thanks for looking
Daryl->Drivergamer127: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/drivergamer127/
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Paw
Species Dinosaur
Size 1059 x 1280px
File Size 359.9 kB
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