The Uninvited
The day had been long, the sun beating down on the world below it with unrelenting, sweltering heat. This was nothing new for the summer months, but this time around it had been unusually hotter than any time before. The tribes of simple humans doing whatever they could to protect themselves from this heatwave while they did their daily chores and activities. Everything from farming crops, which admittedly had seen better harvests to caring for the young and elderly were made that much harder. But still the humans did what they needed to do with a smile on their faces and a strong backbone to see what was needed done, all except for one who was off on his own.
His name was Deva, a human with long black hair that had a streak of orange right in front of his brow and a well built frame. His abdominal area hosting a nice sic pack of well defined abs and the rest of his body was likewise toned. Deva wasn’t of the warrior class though he certainly looked the part and he could take care of himself if need be, no he was was more of what was called a lay a bout. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t liked in his tribe, far from it, if ever there was a person who would help you out it was Deva, but getting him to do so was were the challenge lay. Deva marched to the beat of his own drum and would often spend his days exploring outside the borders of his village, and while he was warned of the dangers of doing so, he never once had any worries about it. Even now as the rest of his people were drudging through the day, he was up in a tree munching on a simple piece of cool fruit that was hanging from the branches, watching all the commotion down below him.
His eyes keeping track of everything that happened, even if it didn’t concern him too much, he still cared for his home and what happened to it. And while the heat was a bother, in his tree Deva was quite cool, he even managed to make a makeshift lodging area out of the leaves and was laying back to take a little snooze. No one had bothered him so far so what was the harm? Deva soon passing out in the tree as the rest of the village toiled away as best they could, the sun soon giving way to the moon which brought a much needed coolness to the land. Deva waking with a bit of a start before yawning and giving his body a stretch; “Sun go down. I explore easy now.” Deva said in a simple way which was all he could manage, as was the case with all humans. No human could speak in eloquent sentences, but only basic speech at best and some could only manage grunts. Their culture was also primitive as well, with clothing being nothing more than simple animal coverings and housing made out of caves or simple huts. But it was enough for them and so life was happy as Deva made his way into the forest area’s around his home.
Deva loved to explore and had found many wondrous things in his travels, but tonight he would find something entirely brand new to him and one that would make him a little more cautious about exploring the wilds. Deva was enjoying the cool feel of the earth beneath his bare feet and the soft breeze that whipped and played with his hair as he looked around him. The sights and sounds of small animals could be heard all around him, squirrels and birds settling in for the night as well as the predatory hunters of the night. Deva kept exploring and eventually came across a path that lead him down a large hill that he had never explored before, this path was steep and Deva couldn’t see where it lead to in the dim light but the earth underneath him felt freshly tilled, something had walked this path before him. Deva couldn’t tell just what though but that didn’t stop him, he was far too curious to find out just what lay at the end of this path and so, he took his first step towards the unknown.
Deva trekked down the path which was growing less and less with foliage and green things, the earth also was growing harder as he walked, was he coming towards a cave hidden in the forest? Sure enough that is exactly what he found, Deva finding a cave mouth big enough for a person his size to enter and exit easily but nothing bigger than that. Perhaps it was a hiding place from predators? Or maybe to keep something from getting out...Deva only had that later thought for a brief moment and hunched over to enter the cave. Deva shivered as he entered, finding the cave to be much cooler than the outside which wasn’t entirely unwelcome but it was also pitch black. Deva couldn’t see but he could hear and feel and so he took his first step into the depths of the cave. His hands outstretched to feel the walls around him as his feet ventured forth carefully in front of him, and slowly as well. Deva didn’t want to step on anything afoul and his hands only felt smooth rock around him that felt like they had been dug out by something. He could also feel the earth going down the further he went into the cave, whatever this was he was in had been made.
Deva would soon realize his folly at entering this place without a means to see as the floor underneath him soon shifted down much more suddenly than he was expecting! Deva let out a yelp of surprise as he was suddenly sliding down a steep incline and the ground was growing wet the more he slid. His voice echoing off the cave walls as he slid into an unknown mass of wet, slippery...vines? Deva was thrashing about but even so and in complete darkness he had felt vines enough times to recognize them, to what little that meant. He was quickly becoming ensnared by the thick growths as his movements got more and more violent to escape their grasp, which only worsened his situation. Soon he was completely immobilized (Or he couldn’t move very well at least) laying in a thick grove of vines that wrapped up his hands, feet and legs. He could still shout though and he quickly called for help though he wasn’t sure anyone would hear his cries. Something did strike Deva’s ears though, a shuffling sound came from right in front of him and it made him feel quite nervous; “Who there? Help Deva?” He asked hoping for some form of mercy as whatever was approaching him drew nearer.
“Oh dear...what have we hear? A filthy human who dares wander into my home? And uninvited no less, this won’t do. I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” The voice said in a way that Deva had never heard before, using words he barely understood as he felt the vines being grabbed and yanked; “No! Help Deva!” Deva shouted out making something strike him hard across the face and knocking him out as it felt like a much thicker vine or something similar; “Silence you wretch, I don’t tolerate humans. Disgusting creatures who roll in their own dung...” The voice said to himself as he dragged Deva back to his lair hidden deep in the tunnels he had forged over years, his name was Jacque, a blind rat who had lived in the darkness for years. Deva would never find out just what his captor was as Jacque had no need for light in his home but he was something that many of the human world didn’t even know existed; an anthromorph.
These creatures were most mysterious, living completely secret lives away from humans, no one knew their exact number but they had features like many of the animals the humans hunted, but with far greater intelligence. And even though Jacque was blind, he was fierce in defending his home from intruders, but not so savage that he would kill them. No he preferred to teach them a lesson about going where they weren’t meant to and this human would be no different, though it had been several years since one dared to come into his domain. The rat was tall with white fur and red eyes that were hazed over due to his blindness, a black coat adorning his body as he hoisted the unconscious Deva onto a stone table that he used for eating or sleeping, whatever he needed it to be at the time really and bound the boys arms and legs at both ends of the slab. He didn’t do this physically but through the magic that burned through him, his hands glowing with a soft light as he commanded the vines to twist and secure the boy who was snoring like nothing was wrong; “So unrefined...when will humans catch up with the rest of us?” He bemoaned to himself as he used his magic to summon a pair of soft feathers that hovered at Deva’s feet.
The rodent favoring this method of “punishment” as he wouldn’t stop until his victim was screaming for mercy, Jacque moving the feathers over the boys feet and expecting him to wake instantly, but nothing happened. Jacque trying again with a little more vigor but still the boy remained asleep; “Typical...too stupid to know when he’s being tortured.” Jacque then used his tail to tickle the boys feet, use something with more heft, twirling it around until the human began to chuckle in his slumber. The rodent starting to smile as he would wake soon as he used the feathers with his tail as the sound grew louder and louder out of the human, soon he was fully awake and laughing uncontrollably as the rodent smiled wide and spoke; “This will teach you to come into someone else’s home uninvited!” He said in a strong voice as Deva was unable to stop himself from laughing, he had never had anything like this happen to him before and it was equal parts exciting, scary and fun. Something about having his feet stroked back and forth in the dark by the lightest of feathers (yes he could tell what it was) was driving him wild.
His sides were tingling as he was struggling to breath during the nonstop feathers parting his toes and dancing along his feet. He couldn’t even speak a single word during this ordeal as Jacque listened to every howl, every scream of laughter and did so with a smile; “Enjoying this are we? I may not be as nice if you decide to intrude in my home again human. But I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson!” Jacque spoke as Deva was howling in laughter with tears rolling down his eyes as the his captor kept up the tickling on his feet, sweat rolling down his body as he took a breath wherever he could. It sounded like he would be freed after a time and this wasn’t entirely unpleasant, though fighting for air wasn’t something he liked...maybe, he would come back...if not to find out just who was the Master of this place...and maybe get another session.
Okay one of two Pic Commissions for Itsmefreddy My apologies for the wait, things got hectic for me this week but I hope it was worth it.
Art belongs to...I have no idea. (HELP)
Characters belong to Freddy
The day had been long, the sun beating down on the world below it with unrelenting, sweltering heat. This was nothing new for the summer months, but this time around it had been unusually hotter than any time before. The tribes of simple humans doing whatever they could to protect themselves from this heatwave while they did their daily chores and activities. Everything from farming crops, which admittedly had seen better harvests to caring for the young and elderly were made that much harder. But still the humans did what they needed to do with a smile on their faces and a strong backbone to see what was needed done, all except for one who was off on his own.
His name was Deva, a human with long black hair that had a streak of orange right in front of his brow and a well built frame. His abdominal area hosting a nice sic pack of well defined abs and the rest of his body was likewise toned. Deva wasn’t of the warrior class though he certainly looked the part and he could take care of himself if need be, no he was was more of what was called a lay a bout. That doesn’t mean he wasn’t liked in his tribe, far from it, if ever there was a person who would help you out it was Deva, but getting him to do so was were the challenge lay. Deva marched to the beat of his own drum and would often spend his days exploring outside the borders of his village, and while he was warned of the dangers of doing so, he never once had any worries about it. Even now as the rest of his people were drudging through the day, he was up in a tree munching on a simple piece of cool fruit that was hanging from the branches, watching all the commotion down below him.
His eyes keeping track of everything that happened, even if it didn’t concern him too much, he still cared for his home and what happened to it. And while the heat was a bother, in his tree Deva was quite cool, he even managed to make a makeshift lodging area out of the leaves and was laying back to take a little snooze. No one had bothered him so far so what was the harm? Deva soon passing out in the tree as the rest of the village toiled away as best they could, the sun soon giving way to the moon which brought a much needed coolness to the land. Deva waking with a bit of a start before yawning and giving his body a stretch; “Sun go down. I explore easy now.” Deva said in a simple way which was all he could manage, as was the case with all humans. No human could speak in eloquent sentences, but only basic speech at best and some could only manage grunts. Their culture was also primitive as well, with clothing being nothing more than simple animal coverings and housing made out of caves or simple huts. But it was enough for them and so life was happy as Deva made his way into the forest area’s around his home.
Deva loved to explore and had found many wondrous things in his travels, but tonight he would find something entirely brand new to him and one that would make him a little more cautious about exploring the wilds. Deva was enjoying the cool feel of the earth beneath his bare feet and the soft breeze that whipped and played with his hair as he looked around him. The sights and sounds of small animals could be heard all around him, squirrels and birds settling in for the night as well as the predatory hunters of the night. Deva kept exploring and eventually came across a path that lead him down a large hill that he had never explored before, this path was steep and Deva couldn’t see where it lead to in the dim light but the earth underneath him felt freshly tilled, something had walked this path before him. Deva couldn’t tell just what though but that didn’t stop him, he was far too curious to find out just what lay at the end of this path and so, he took his first step towards the unknown.
Deva trekked down the path which was growing less and less with foliage and green things, the earth also was growing harder as he walked, was he coming towards a cave hidden in the forest? Sure enough that is exactly what he found, Deva finding a cave mouth big enough for a person his size to enter and exit easily but nothing bigger than that. Perhaps it was a hiding place from predators? Or maybe to keep something from getting out...Deva only had that later thought for a brief moment and hunched over to enter the cave. Deva shivered as he entered, finding the cave to be much cooler than the outside which wasn’t entirely unwelcome but it was also pitch black. Deva couldn’t see but he could hear and feel and so he took his first step into the depths of the cave. His hands outstretched to feel the walls around him as his feet ventured forth carefully in front of him, and slowly as well. Deva didn’t want to step on anything afoul and his hands only felt smooth rock around him that felt like they had been dug out by something. He could also feel the earth going down the further he went into the cave, whatever this was he was in had been made.
Deva would soon realize his folly at entering this place without a means to see as the floor underneath him soon shifted down much more suddenly than he was expecting! Deva let out a yelp of surprise as he was suddenly sliding down a steep incline and the ground was growing wet the more he slid. His voice echoing off the cave walls as he slid into an unknown mass of wet, slippery...vines? Deva was thrashing about but even so and in complete darkness he had felt vines enough times to recognize them, to what little that meant. He was quickly becoming ensnared by the thick growths as his movements got more and more violent to escape their grasp, which only worsened his situation. Soon he was completely immobilized (Or he couldn’t move very well at least) laying in a thick grove of vines that wrapped up his hands, feet and legs. He could still shout though and he quickly called for help though he wasn’t sure anyone would hear his cries. Something did strike Deva’s ears though, a shuffling sound came from right in front of him and it made him feel quite nervous; “Who there? Help Deva?” He asked hoping for some form of mercy as whatever was approaching him drew nearer.
“Oh dear...what have we hear? A filthy human who dares wander into my home? And uninvited no less, this won’t do. I’ll have to teach you a lesson.” The voice said in a way that Deva had never heard before, using words he barely understood as he felt the vines being grabbed and yanked; “No! Help Deva!” Deva shouted out making something strike him hard across the face and knocking him out as it felt like a much thicker vine or something similar; “Silence you wretch, I don’t tolerate humans. Disgusting creatures who roll in their own dung...” The voice said to himself as he dragged Deva back to his lair hidden deep in the tunnels he had forged over years, his name was Jacque, a blind rat who had lived in the darkness for years. Deva would never find out just what his captor was as Jacque had no need for light in his home but he was something that many of the human world didn’t even know existed; an anthromorph.
These creatures were most mysterious, living completely secret lives away from humans, no one knew their exact number but they had features like many of the animals the humans hunted, but with far greater intelligence. And even though Jacque was blind, he was fierce in defending his home from intruders, but not so savage that he would kill them. No he preferred to teach them a lesson about going where they weren’t meant to and this human would be no different, though it had been several years since one dared to come into his domain. The rat was tall with white fur and red eyes that were hazed over due to his blindness, a black coat adorning his body as he hoisted the unconscious Deva onto a stone table that he used for eating or sleeping, whatever he needed it to be at the time really and bound the boys arms and legs at both ends of the slab. He didn’t do this physically but through the magic that burned through him, his hands glowing with a soft light as he commanded the vines to twist and secure the boy who was snoring like nothing was wrong; “So unrefined...when will humans catch up with the rest of us?” He bemoaned to himself as he used his magic to summon a pair of soft feathers that hovered at Deva’s feet.
The rodent favoring this method of “punishment” as he wouldn’t stop until his victim was screaming for mercy, Jacque moving the feathers over the boys feet and expecting him to wake instantly, but nothing happened. Jacque trying again with a little more vigor but still the boy remained asleep; “Typical...too stupid to know when he’s being tortured.” Jacque then used his tail to tickle the boys feet, use something with more heft, twirling it around until the human began to chuckle in his slumber. The rodent starting to smile as he would wake soon as he used the feathers with his tail as the sound grew louder and louder out of the human, soon he was fully awake and laughing uncontrollably as the rodent smiled wide and spoke; “This will teach you to come into someone else’s home uninvited!” He said in a strong voice as Deva was unable to stop himself from laughing, he had never had anything like this happen to him before and it was equal parts exciting, scary and fun. Something about having his feet stroked back and forth in the dark by the lightest of feathers (yes he could tell what it was) was driving him wild.
His sides were tingling as he was struggling to breath during the nonstop feathers parting his toes and dancing along his feet. He couldn’t even speak a single word during this ordeal as Jacque listened to every howl, every scream of laughter and did so with a smile; “Enjoying this are we? I may not be as nice if you decide to intrude in my home again human. But I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to make sure you learn your lesson!” Jacque spoke as Deva was howling in laughter with tears rolling down his eyes as the his captor kept up the tickling on his feet, sweat rolling down his body as he took a breath wherever he could. It sounded like he would be freed after a time and this wasn’t entirely unpleasant, though fighting for air wasn’t something he liked...maybe, he would come back...if not to find out just who was the Master of this place...and maybe get another session.
Okay one of two Pic Commissions for Itsmefreddy My apologies for the wait, things got hectic for me this week but I hope it was worth it.
Art belongs to...I have no idea. (HELP)
Characters belong to Freddy
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 960px
This one came out awesome! I really like the ending too, very cool!
for those wondering the Artwork was created by Heart-of-a-dragoness and the character belong to tensaug7
for those wondering the Artwork was created by Heart-of-a-dragoness and the character belong to tensaug7
I didn't expect you to be interested in tickle torture as well! I would've see F/M tickling from you, oh, and f/m tickling is where a female tickles a male.
I'm really not all that interested but it is a fun alternative to what I normally do.
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