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Okay, first time i tried submitting a story this way. Hope it works. Its basically the story i promised about tickling Big John, hope you guys like it XD
Big John->JimyNawtron: https://www.deviantart.com/jimynawtron
(If it doesn't work, the story shall be pasted here too)
In a forest on the outskirt of a military base, the atmosphere was nice and quiet, the wind gently swaying the branches of the trees as creatures in the wilderness go about their business. However, the peace is disrupted by the heavy thuds as a pair of giant combat boots plant themselves firmly into the ground with each step as a giant Tyrantrum by the name of Big John (or John for short) treks thru the quiet woods.
2nd Sergeant John, a soldier at the nearby military base, is known to be an abrasive, loud, overzealous and pretty arrogant soldier, often thinking he is the best. While that can be true, more often than not it gets him in trouble, not that anyone can do anything to the giant dino.
Having been sent by his superiors to investigate an anomalous energy signal within the forest near to the base, the Tyrantrum had thought it best to do this alone, believing that a team would only slow him down. Donning his trademark army helmet, a backpack with a bandolier slung across his almost bare chest if it weren’t for an unzipped green army vest, a pair of steel leg cuffs fastened tight just above the high cuffs of his black combat boots as well as a walkie-talkie packed into his backpack, the Sergeant had set off, when he felt like it, into the wilderness in search of the potential security threat.
However that has been around 2 hours ago, and still no sign of anything abnormal has been found. John grumbled as he head onwards, theorizing that his higher ups were probably just being weird, creating fake events to test his readiness. “Well if they wanna test me, I’ll show them what I can do” John thinks to himself smugly when a glimpse of red catches his eye, causing the dino to almost trip over a fallen branch.
John rubs his eyes and squints. There definitely was abit of red visible behind the foliage of green. “This must be that anomaly, I guess the big shots weren’t so crazy after all.” As twigs and leaves get crushed underfoot, John moved closer and pushed apart the foliage to reveal a giant red icebreaker, hidden by all the trees.
“What the…” John says, unable to believe his eyes. It defies all logical explanation how such a giant ship could end up so far inland. “I got to report this back to base,” the Sergeant says as he fumbles around in his backpack, looking for his radio when a hard thwack on the head knocks him out cold….
Few minutes later
With a loud groan, Big John slowly came to, finding himself in the dark. As he tried to move his arm, the feeling of a metal cuff pressing into his scaly flesh quickly jolted him awake, trying desperately to move his arms and legs only to find them all restrained to a large metal table that could barely hold his huge frame. A pair of thick metal cuffs binded his arms right next to his head while for his legs, a strong magnet can be seen, utilizing John’s metal cuffs against him.
Snarling and thrashing, Big John struggled in vain to free himself. “I’m the great Sergeant Big John! I’m not going to let this...stupid table keep me trapped here!” the Tyrantrum roared to no one in particular as he tugged on the unyielding restraints. That was till a loud buzzer sounded off in the room followed by a computerized voice, ”State your purpose for approaching the vessel. Answer or we will use alternative methods.”
John immediately scoffed. “An interrogation? I’ll let whoever you are know that I won’t succumb to you. I’m not to be messed with so let me go before I bring the house down!” the Tyrantrum roared and resumed tugging forcefully at the restraints but before he could do anything, the buzzer sounds out loudly again before something can be felt coming out from beneath the table.
Two metal claws emerges from under the table, the metal pincers just like crab claws. Both claws hovered close to the Sergeant’s face, effectively silencing him, before both claws moved down the length of the giant dino’s body, coming to rest at the dino’s giant boots.
Before anyone could react, the claws descended on the tip of the bulky right boot, pinching the lip of the rubber sole and a bit of the shoe leather with incredible force. John could feel the claw holding on to his footwear, straining them. All of a sudden, the claw tugs down on the boot and without much effort, the boot gives way with a loud rip as the beat-up sole tears from the leather upper as if its paper. The Sergeant could only panic, “What are you doing!!” he exclaims as the claw drags the sole down, fabric stretching thin and snapping, eventually exposing Big John’s feet to the elements.
An object suddenly shoots out from the darkness. A feather, directed straight at the giant feet of Big John. It took only a second of contact between feather and sole to cause the Tyrantrum to jerk from the sensation. “No, no, no…please” John says but the plea is ignored as the feather descends on the foot again, wiggling rapidly on the rough balls of the Sergeant’s foot and sending the giant dino into fits of laughter, utterly destroying the tough guy image he puts on.
Any attempts to evade the feather is futile as the Tyrantrum’s feet is held exposed, the claw pulling the sole clear. The other claw also repeats the process on the other remaining boot. A quick pinch and tug, and the soldier’s boot simply came apart, splitting open like a book and opening up the other foot for more torture as another feather joins and send the Sergeant laughing his head off.
“Okay okay!! Stop! I’ll answer!” Big John finally caved and spilled the beans. All at once, the torture stopped as the computerized voice came back, “Not so hard was it, so much for the great soldier, next time know your place, or I’ll make sure this never ends…” The voice concluded as John passes out from exhaustion.
“Sergeant…Sergeant John come in!” a loud voice jolts the Tyrantrum awake, now finding himself lying on the ground with the radio next to him, his superior shouting thru it. “Yea, I’m here. Didn’t find anything.” Big John tells his superiors, thinking all of it was just a dream. “Well hurry your ass back to base, we’re losing daylight, over.” John sighs, “Copy that, over and out.” As the Tyrantrum looked back over the clearing he found himself in, he couldn’t shake how real that dream felt. Big John could only shake his head and walk back to base, the soles of his boots flopping with each step…
Big John->JimyNawtron: https://www.deviantart.com/jimynawtron
(If it doesn't work, the story shall be pasted here too)
In a forest on the outskirt of a military base, the atmosphere was nice and quiet, the wind gently swaying the branches of the trees as creatures in the wilderness go about their business. However, the peace is disrupted by the heavy thuds as a pair of giant combat boots plant themselves firmly into the ground with each step as a giant Tyrantrum by the name of Big John (or John for short) treks thru the quiet woods.
2nd Sergeant John, a soldier at the nearby military base, is known to be an abrasive, loud, overzealous and pretty arrogant soldier, often thinking he is the best. While that can be true, more often than not it gets him in trouble, not that anyone can do anything to the giant dino.
Having been sent by his superiors to investigate an anomalous energy signal within the forest near to the base, the Tyrantrum had thought it best to do this alone, believing that a team would only slow him down. Donning his trademark army helmet, a backpack with a bandolier slung across his almost bare chest if it weren’t for an unzipped green army vest, a pair of steel leg cuffs fastened tight just above the high cuffs of his black combat boots as well as a walkie-talkie packed into his backpack, the Sergeant had set off, when he felt like it, into the wilderness in search of the potential security threat.
However that has been around 2 hours ago, and still no sign of anything abnormal has been found. John grumbled as he head onwards, theorizing that his higher ups were probably just being weird, creating fake events to test his readiness. “Well if they wanna test me, I’ll show them what I can do” John thinks to himself smugly when a glimpse of red catches his eye, causing the dino to almost trip over a fallen branch.
John rubs his eyes and squints. There definitely was abit of red visible behind the foliage of green. “This must be that anomaly, I guess the big shots weren’t so crazy after all.” As twigs and leaves get crushed underfoot, John moved closer and pushed apart the foliage to reveal a giant red icebreaker, hidden by all the trees.
“What the…” John says, unable to believe his eyes. It defies all logical explanation how such a giant ship could end up so far inland. “I got to report this back to base,” the Sergeant says as he fumbles around in his backpack, looking for his radio when a hard thwack on the head knocks him out cold….
Few minutes later
With a loud groan, Big John slowly came to, finding himself in the dark. As he tried to move his arm, the feeling of a metal cuff pressing into his scaly flesh quickly jolted him awake, trying desperately to move his arms and legs only to find them all restrained to a large metal table that could barely hold his huge frame. A pair of thick metal cuffs binded his arms right next to his head while for his legs, a strong magnet can be seen, utilizing John’s metal cuffs against him.
Snarling and thrashing, Big John struggled in vain to free himself. “I’m the great Sergeant Big John! I’m not going to let this...stupid table keep me trapped here!” the Tyrantrum roared to no one in particular as he tugged on the unyielding restraints. That was till a loud buzzer sounded off in the room followed by a computerized voice, ”State your purpose for approaching the vessel. Answer or we will use alternative methods.”
John immediately scoffed. “An interrogation? I’ll let whoever you are know that I won’t succumb to you. I’m not to be messed with so let me go before I bring the house down!” the Tyrantrum roared and resumed tugging forcefully at the restraints but before he could do anything, the buzzer sounds out loudly again before something can be felt coming out from beneath the table.
Two metal claws emerges from under the table, the metal pincers just like crab claws. Both claws hovered close to the Sergeant’s face, effectively silencing him, before both claws moved down the length of the giant dino’s body, coming to rest at the dino’s giant boots.
Before anyone could react, the claws descended on the tip of the bulky right boot, pinching the lip of the rubber sole and a bit of the shoe leather with incredible force. John could feel the claw holding on to his footwear, straining them. All of a sudden, the claw tugs down on the boot and without much effort, the boot gives way with a loud rip as the beat-up sole tears from the leather upper as if its paper. The Sergeant could only panic, “What are you doing!!” he exclaims as the claw drags the sole down, fabric stretching thin and snapping, eventually exposing Big John’s feet to the elements.
An object suddenly shoots out from the darkness. A feather, directed straight at the giant feet of Big John. It took only a second of contact between feather and sole to cause the Tyrantrum to jerk from the sensation. “No, no, no…please” John says but the plea is ignored as the feather descends on the foot again, wiggling rapidly on the rough balls of the Sergeant’s foot and sending the giant dino into fits of laughter, utterly destroying the tough guy image he puts on.
Any attempts to evade the feather is futile as the Tyrantrum’s feet is held exposed, the claw pulling the sole clear. The other claw also repeats the process on the other remaining boot. A quick pinch and tug, and the soldier’s boot simply came apart, splitting open like a book and opening up the other foot for more torture as another feather joins and send the Sergeant laughing his head off.
“Okay okay!! Stop! I’ll answer!” Big John finally caved and spilled the beans. All at once, the torture stopped as the computerized voice came back, “Not so hard was it, so much for the great soldier, next time know your place, or I’ll make sure this never ends…” The voice concluded as John passes out from exhaustion.
“Sergeant…Sergeant John come in!” a loud voice jolts the Tyrantrum awake, now finding himself lying on the ground with the radio next to him, his superior shouting thru it. “Yea, I’m here. Didn’t find anything.” Big John tells his superiors, thinking all of it was just a dream. “Well hurry your ass back to base, we’re losing daylight, over.” John sighs, “Copy that, over and out.” As the Tyrantrum looked back over the clearing he found himself in, he couldn’t shake how real that dream felt. Big John could only shake his head and walk back to base, the soles of his boots flopping with each step…
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