FA+
Shop
3386
Views
Views
81
Favorites
Favorites
Category
All / All
Species Wolf
Size 746 x 1280
File Size 205.7 kB
Report this content
More from EeveE_ObsessioN
Listed in Folders
This is my first story written for an art piece of mine so sorry if it is bad, but I hope you enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think. The art that inspired this story was made by the amazing artist 
Granatrix
Deep in a forgotten dungeon, a lone wolf wanders around exploring and looking for anything interesting to find. He hadn't noticed he he'd moved away from the others. The dungeon was very run down and overgrown. It was clear no one had used this place in a long time. He continued deeper, passing empty rooms and prisoner cells, no items to be found. After nearly an hour of searching rooms and finding nothing, Shade comes across a locked door at the end of a hall. Curious as to what's behind the door, his symbol begins to glow, and Shade disappears, becoming a shadow to slip under the door. Now on the other side, he reforms back to normal and looks around. Beside some shackles hanging from the ceiling and rope scattered all over the floor the room was empty just like the rest. Damn, what a waste. Might as well take some free rope. He starts collecting the rope to take back with him, when suddenly, the rope pulls away. What? Shade bends down to pick it up again. Out of nowhere, he is hit with a sudden smack right on his butt. Confused and taken off guard he falls over, hitting the floor with a thud. He's hoping to see a friend that snuck up to him, but when he looks back all he sees is a floating hand. In a friendly gesture the hand waves at him. Still shocked and confused, Shade just sits there, not sure of what's happening. The hand just floats there, menacingly, and eventually it snaps its fingers. Scared of what that means Shade frantically stands up, ready to escape back under the door. He gets stopped by two new ghost hands grabbing his legs, and two more grabbing his wrists after. Now truly terrified, Shade begins to struggle to get out of their grip to no avail. How can a ghost hand be so strong? The hands holding his wrists shove his hands straight up above his head, pointed right at the shackles on the ceiling. His feet begin to lift off the floor, the hands lifting him into the air. His situation only gets worse, as the shackles are closed around his wrists, and rope soon tied around his ankles and to the floor. Looking ahead of him, there is way more hands now then before. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! There were no words to describe his fear. One hand started gently patting his head trying to calm him down. What do they want? They started by feeling all around his fully exposed body. Slowly gliding around, slipping their ghastly fingers through his fur. Shade stayed still, scared of what might happen if he retaliates. Eventually, one hand finds its way to his under arm. Despite his crippling fear he can't help but give a tiny chuckle at the claws slowly raking across his arm pit. The hand takes notice of this discovery. It drags it's claws down again, and again a tiny laugh is given from the wolf. It picks up its pace, raking down and down again a little faster, each swipe getting the same small whine as a response. Another hand joins on his other side, mimicking the motion of the other hand. They pick up the pace again, now going up and down in a steady pattern. Shade is trying his best to keep in his laughter, only making things worse by looking down and seeing many, many more hands that have yet to join. They seem to like their findings so far, as others begin looking for their own spots to get some noise out of the wolf. First his sides and belly, then his thighs, one for each paw, and others joining in where they can. Like a machine they all started moving together very slowly, taking their time to find their sweet spots. Shade was holding in the laughter like his life depended on it. It didn't last long though, once the hands at his pits started lightly scratching. He couldn't hold it in any longer, the silent room filled with small laughter. Back and forth back and forth they moved across his pits find what made the poor wolf the loudest. All the other hands would soon follow the motion of the others, each one thoroughly exploring the wolf's body. For the next several hours, the hands would continue to get faster and faster, even more of them would appear, and the poor trapped wolf would be laughing harder than he ever thought possible. His fear eventually faded away, and he actually seems to be enjoying his predicament.
He would get out eventually. Technically he could have left at any time by turning into a shadow, but being afraid makes you do stupid things. Oh well. Least he enjoyed it.
GranatrixDeep in a forgotten dungeon, a lone wolf wanders around exploring and looking for anything interesting to find. He hadn't noticed he he'd moved away from the others. The dungeon was very run down and overgrown. It was clear no one had used this place in a long time. He continued deeper, passing empty rooms and prisoner cells, no items to be found. After nearly an hour of searching rooms and finding nothing, Shade comes across a locked door at the end of a hall. Curious as to what's behind the door, his symbol begins to glow, and Shade disappears, becoming a shadow to slip under the door. Now on the other side, he reforms back to normal and looks around. Beside some shackles hanging from the ceiling and rope scattered all over the floor the room was empty just like the rest. Damn, what a waste. Might as well take some free rope. He starts collecting the rope to take back with him, when suddenly, the rope pulls away. What? Shade bends down to pick it up again. Out of nowhere, he is hit with a sudden smack right on his butt. Confused and taken off guard he falls over, hitting the floor with a thud. He's hoping to see a friend that snuck up to him, but when he looks back all he sees is a floating hand. In a friendly gesture the hand waves at him. Still shocked and confused, Shade just sits there, not sure of what's happening. The hand just floats there, menacingly, and eventually it snaps its fingers. Scared of what that means Shade frantically stands up, ready to escape back under the door. He gets stopped by two new ghost hands grabbing his legs, and two more grabbing his wrists after. Now truly terrified, Shade begins to struggle to get out of their grip to no avail. How can a ghost hand be so strong? The hands holding his wrists shove his hands straight up above his head, pointed right at the shackles on the ceiling. His feet begin to lift off the floor, the hands lifting him into the air. His situation only gets worse, as the shackles are closed around his wrists, and rope soon tied around his ankles and to the floor. Looking ahead of him, there is way more hands now then before. THEY'RE EVERYWHERE! There were no words to describe his fear. One hand started gently patting his head trying to calm him down. What do they want? They started by feeling all around his fully exposed body. Slowly gliding around, slipping their ghastly fingers through his fur. Shade stayed still, scared of what might happen if he retaliates. Eventually, one hand finds its way to his under arm. Despite his crippling fear he can't help but give a tiny chuckle at the claws slowly raking across his arm pit. The hand takes notice of this discovery. It drags it's claws down again, and again a tiny laugh is given from the wolf. It picks up its pace, raking down and down again a little faster, each swipe getting the same small whine as a response. Another hand joins on his other side, mimicking the motion of the other hand. They pick up the pace again, now going up and down in a steady pattern. Shade is trying his best to keep in his laughter, only making things worse by looking down and seeing many, many more hands that have yet to join. They seem to like their findings so far, as others begin looking for their own spots to get some noise out of the wolf. First his sides and belly, then his thighs, one for each paw, and others joining in where they can. Like a machine they all started moving together very slowly, taking their time to find their sweet spots. Shade was holding in the laughter like his life depended on it. It didn't last long though, once the hands at his pits started lightly scratching. He couldn't hold it in any longer, the silent room filled with small laughter. Back and forth back and forth they moved across his pits find what made the poor wolf the loudest. All the other hands would soon follow the motion of the others, each one thoroughly exploring the wolf's body. For the next several hours, the hands would continue to get faster and faster, even more of them would appear, and the poor trapped wolf would be laughing harder than he ever thought possible. His fear eventually faded away, and he actually seems to be enjoying his predicament.
He would get out eventually. Technically he could have left at any time by turning into a shadow, but being afraid makes you do stupid things. Oh well. Least he enjoyed it.
Category All / All
Species Wolf
Size 746 x 1280px
File Size 205.7 kB
Comments