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What they've wanted - [001] Boriat's ticklish stocks
🕑 Added 2024-09-30 18:44:40 +0000 UTCPicture with the first and most voted character of my OC's poll
I apologize for taking this long to finish it, I was also working on a story made for it, that you can read here. I hope you to like it, and if you have any comments, please let me know!
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What they've wanted - [001] Boriat's ticklish stocks
“It’s almost the day, and things have become much more interesting. People seem quite eager to see this bear laughing, as the voting has been a success. The fact that Boriat chose ‘without limits’ on the paper puts his fate in the hands of my special audience. I must say that this doesn’t mean I don’t have my own plans; however, I admire their dedication and how open-minded they seem despite coming from a place that could make me believe it would be more ‘restricted’ regarding their decisions. Anyway, we’ll see how he behaves, and it -without a doubt- has me excited, impatient, and a bit curious. We’ll find out today in just a few hours.”
-Gonter: Entry #0001-
Name: Boriat, King of Arkoor.
Species: Brown bear
Origin: Node 06 - Capital City of the Kingdom of Arkoor.
Occupation: King of the Kingdom of Arkoor.
Physical description: The subject appears as a bipedal brown bear, he’s over three meters tall to the top of his head, plus a few centimeters (11) from his ears, especially if they are upright. He has dense fur with beige to yellowish patches of shorter fur near his eyes resembling eyebrows, there’s also this pigmentation on his muzzle. The fur color variation on his cheeks is minimal to nonexistent, making them almost entirely brown. He also has darker brown coloring around his eyes, ears, and on the fingers of his hands and toes. He wears an armor that at first glance, conceals a flexible and resistant fabric suit resembling a shirt and shorts. The armor covers all his vital points, from the lower half of his neck down to his ankles and the tops of his hind paws. The armor is made of silver metal, artistically carved in several places, secured with thick black leather straps, and he also wears a red cape.
Initial observations: Since he arrived and talked to me about his fantasies, he has seemed restless, as if anxious to begin. After resting, he appears calmer. He eats a lot; I’ll have to be more careful next time bears of this size want a session here.
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“I almost forgot the excitement I felt every time a session was about to begin,” Gonter said to himself with his deep voice while breaking the silence of the dark, cold stone hallway he was walking through in that morning. It was 10:45 AM, and being punctual was necessary. 11 AM was the agreed-upon time to start the session, and all that was missing was the special guest -Boriat-. After walking for several minutes through what seemed like a labyrinth of hallways, rooms, and halls, the reptile reached a door and gently knocked. “knock knock, you ready? aren't you rejecting your decision now?” he said with a smirk, replicating the sounds of his fist against the wooden door. The brown bear quickly opened the door. His face looked somewhat unsure, with a slight blush forming on his cheeks just below his eyes. “I feel confident in my decision, and good morning to you too” Boriat said, replying to the magical dragon in front of him, just partially covered by the side of the door. “But do you think they will like it too?” The bear mentioned with a flustered voice. “They won’t just like it; they will love it,” the dragon replied as soon as the ursine closed his mouth. “Besides, they have chosen you; they have chosen your fate; they have chosen everything to fit perfectly, and the only piece missing is, of course, the most important one: the bear who will receive the tickling session today,” Gonter teased with his voice, emphasizing the word “tickling” while placing his index finger on the bear’s chin. “It’ll go well, Boriat; you’ll do great… all you have to do is laugh, and maybe squirm in your bondage… you know,” the dragon chuckled before smiling with his eyes half-closed. “There’s no time to waste.”
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The feeling of being unprotected and helpless grew stronger even though his armor protected almost his entire body. However, with each step toward being fully restrained, the excitement and anxiety within the bear’s mind reached new heights. The object that had been specially designed for the brown bear resembled a table, with a couple of holes for his ankles. Boriat slowly positioned himself on the ground, as his hands were tied behind his back with thick, sturdy ropes—tight enough to keep his arms almost immobile but comfortable enough to avoid significant friction. His heart raced, and he began to feel a little agitated.
“First time?” Gonter asked while securing the table-stocks around the bear’s ankles, and then started to remove the armor that partially covered the tops of his feet, leaving no straps to protect his soles. “Not exactly… Well, it’s the first time it’s been like this… You know, with restraints and everything,” the bear replied, trying not to look nervous. “Relax, it’s not like I’m going to leave you here forever… or am I? I couldn´t…” the dragon added with a chuckle and a teasing voice, while pulling Boriat’s toes back to tie them with metal rings and ropes around the base of his toes and his claws, spreading each digit to leave the spaces between them accessible.
Unable to resist much longer, the reptile gently touched the spaces between the bear’s toes with the tips of his claws, then with the tip of his finger. The sensation was warm, as the short fur in those areas made it easy to touch his skin with a velvety feel. Boriat couldn’t help but laugh when those previously inaccessible spots were lightly rubbed by the dragon’s fingers, causing a burst of laughter that lasted only a few seconds. “Ah, you’re quite sensitive. You’ll do well, and I bet you’ll enjoy it as much as I do,” Gonter mentioned before finishing exploring all the possible sensitive spots on the bear’s paws. From the spaces between each tied finger to each individual pad and the large, sturdy paw pad itself. “They’re a bit dusty. I hope you don’t mind if we give them a little cleaning,” the reptile said, grabbing a flexible but sturdy brush that appeared just next to him in a blink of an eye.
Boriat didn’t have time to respond, as barely a “Of co-” escaped his lips before the brush made contact with the main pad of his left paw, making the ursine giggle, a giggle that gradually grew louder with each stroke of the fibers across the bare skin of that area. The reaction repeated every time the brush moved toward his toes, vigorously brushing each of his round, cushioned pads. The brush was clever, rubbing along the sides of each toe with every movement the dragon made, as an even bigger smile formed on Gonter’s face. He had Boriat completely at his mercy, finally laughing as if his life depended on it.
In Boriat’s mind, the sensation became increasingly difficult to control; the feeling of the bristles dancing across all areas of his left paw was enough to make him doubt his willpower to keep his mouth shut. The bear tightly closed his eyes, trying to resist, though his laughter grew louder each time. And he was far from done, as in a flash, the dragon’s eyes sparkled with a golden hue, producing a second brush for the bear’s right paw.
“I think your other paw needs some spot light, don’t you?” the dragon said, his expression shifting from friendly and supportive to a darker, slightly sadistic one, it was evident in his voice whenever he mentioned how much he enjoyed brushing the bear’s paws. “I don’t think so! Hahaha!” Boriat shouted between laughs, especially when the second brush began to make contact with his right paw. The sensation of the brushing was even more intense, and now the second brush mimicked the movements of the first one but in reverse. The bear erupted into laughter that gradually transformed into mere giggles; however, Gonter was skilled enough to change position and focus each time the bear was about to get used to the sensation. Gonter continued with friendly teasing about the bear’s situation: “Ah, can’t the bear handle just a couple of brushes on his cute paws?” “I bet that armor doesn’t protect as well as you thought, does it?” “This is what you get for daring to walk around barefoot, showing off those huge paws to everyone who sees you. Didn’t you think someone with special tastes might take an interest in them?” Gonter exclaimed in a mocking tone. “Well, I do.”
Seconds turned into minutes, and every single one seemed to pass in slow motion for Boriat, whose words transformed into laughter, giggles, and more unintelligible sounds due to the constant brushing on the pads of his paws. “They’re ready,” the dragon announced, quickly removing the brushes that had tormented the bear for almost an hour—an unnecessarily long time, but one that Gonter had ‘accidentally’ extended while enjoying the bear’s reactions, laughter, and futile attempts to free himself or resist the treatment on his feet. “It’s time to give a little spotlight to two friends who will keep you company from now on. Don’t ask me for how long; I don’t know, and at this point, I don’t care, hahaha,” said the green dragon, chuckling sadistically, as he grabbed brine to cover the bear’s paws, just before sprinkling white grains of salt all over the bear’s pads, not forgetting the spaces between his toes, which were just as exposed as in the beginning.
Boriat’s face was a mix of excitement and fear, especially once he saw the creatures Gonter had referred to just moments earlier: two spotted cows, which approached the bear’s salted paws a few seconds after spotting the feast before them. “It’s been a long time, years since any animal licked one of my paws,” Boriat said, perhaps trying to relieve some of the tension and excitement coursing through his veins. “Years, huh?” Gonter replied. “Well, I suppose we’ll have to let them lick you for as long as they should have, after all, you’re quite a large, strong bear, and I bet you’re also very resilient.” The bear’s face paled as he could barely see more than the horns and ears of the two cows approaching his salted paws. “No, NO! I don’t think I can handle that; you can’t do this!” The agitation in Boriat’s voice was palpable and filled with insecurity as he tried to struggle unsuccessfully against the objects that restrained his movement. “Oh, of course I can,” Gonter said, bending down toward the bear’s face before giving him a gentle poke on the nose. “And I will.”
It was then that the rough, warm, and wet tongues of both bovines made contact with Boriat. The sensation was intense, sending electric sparks to the bear’s brain that quickly transformed into uncontrollable laughter. The cows seemed relentless in licking the pads of the bear’s paws, causing him to squirm, shout, and laugh, even filling his eyes with tears, which remained closed most of the time, except for those brief moments when one of the tongues dared to pass over one of his most sensitive spots.
The poor bear couldn’t stop laughing, begging them to stop, or shouting at Gonter to end it all. “Make them stop; it’s too much! I don’t think I can take much more!” he screamed between giggles, laughter, and other sounds that quickly overwhelmed his throat and, more importantly, his mind.
Ten minutes turned into an hour, then two hours, three…
Time passed, and the bovines showed no mercy or compassion for the bear. Only fleeting moments occurred when one would step away to drink some water before returning to continue the tickling treatment the bear had undergone and of which he was now a part. His laughter echoed through the gardens of the fortress where he was trapped. No one who heard him would come to help. He had chosen this; he had chosen ‘without limits’ in his contract.
“And there goes another one,” Gonter said, as a couple of chuckles shook his chest while he walked away, leaving Boriat barely supervised by some of his guards, ready to continue with whoever was next on his list.
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Comments
Ivan
E-er....r-read the entire thing from top to bottom, i-it surprised me you wanted to write that length of story related to your own content. I could easily do so but sometimes I wonder if it's better for people to make up their own stories in their own headcanon of what may have happened. A-After all...imagination is a powerful tool! Y-You did quite exceptionally on this one, besides the story of course!
Siberio
Thank you so much for the comment and for reading it!
Txotx Oztin
Dont worry for the wait, the pic is really awesome ! The story is cool too.
