“What an interesting contraption. I'll take it.”
“Which tool would you like to go with it, sir?”
“Hmmm… that one.”
“That one? The 51 inches deck brush? Are you sure?”
“More sure than anything in my life.”

It was the biggest brush Roy had seen in his life. So lengthy that he had some trouble wielding it. At the same time, it excited him to no end. The polar was by all means a huge fan of brushes, and this one had bristles similar to his favorite type: the horse brush. But it was huge. It could tickle so many paws at once… and Roy was very much willing to test how many.

It wasn’t hard to find willing subjects.

First came Nerevenar. The polar had referred to him multiple times as a tickle slut, and it wasn’t inaccurate. The orange tiger had a big thing for getting tickled to insanity, while fake begging to stop all the way through. Then came Donnie. Roy had tickled the white tiger at least twice by now, each time better than the last, and the stud had become quite a fan of his ruthlessness. And finally, seeing all of this, came the pupper Crispy, submitting his large paws to get brushed at will.

Roy relieves them of their clothing, leaving them only in their undies, and inserts a nice straitjacket on each one. He locks their paws in triple stocks. After an hour of using The Brush™️ (as he had come to call the deadly ticklish instrument), his hands were tired of yielding that heavy brush, and he imagined, the men were tired of having their sensitive beans tickled. Well, too bad for them.

Roy grabs the “contraption” he bought with The Brush™️, a machine that moved whatever was put into it in circular motions, non-stop. He inserts The Brush™️ into it, turns it on, and watches as the panic settles in the men, as they realize this will not be over for a good while. Roy then gags Nerevenar, since his laughter was way too loud (and he loves the gag anyway), and sits between the subjects, reveling in their sounds of ticklish onslaught. They did get themselves into this.

“Oh yeah, I'm using this thing on everyone I can find.” He says to no one in particular but himself. A monster set upon the world.


Art by the outstandingly talented  PMarshmell0

Crispy belongs to  CrispyWuff

Nerevenar belongs to  Nerevenar

Donnie belongs to  RussieBear

Roy belongs to moi

And they all belong to the almighty Brush™️ uwu