The desert heat was harsh and the winds blew coarse with sand. In spite of this, it was not to the point of being unable to sustain life and thrive. The Upheaval had passed, a treacherous event that caused immense damage to the land of Hyrule as a whole, tearing apart the earth and shifting nature itself. The severe sandstorms that once coated the desert of Gerudo had subsided, but the monsters that truly thrived in such harsh conditions still ran amok. They threatened travelers, merchants, any who would be so unfortunate to cross their path. On top of these monstrosities there was the subject of rebuilding what was lost after the Upheaval. So much long work that needed to be done plagued the Gerudo Chief, Lady Riju. There were days where the young chieftain would not rest as she pondered her plans, times where she had taken a knee from pushing herself without pause. True over the years she had grown into her role, but Riju was still only one person trying to shoulder the burdens of
Makoto Meets the Demon King by Spiders-Associate, literature
Literature
Makoto Meets the Demon King
(F/F, FF/F, F/F) A sleepover goes awry after one of Ann's scary stories brings to light just how little experience a certain Phantom Thief has had being tickled. Story Word Count: 2635 “But when they got home and checked their car, there was a hook stuck in the door!” Makoto exclaims, looking around the attic to gauge her audience’s reaction. Haru stares back at her, looking more polite than frightened, she straightens her matching silk pajamas a bit, and smiles at the storyteller. Ann’s attention had drifted to her phone at some point during the tale, she barely seemed to notice it had ended, one hand texting and the other unconsciously fidgeting with the drawstring of her stylish fuzzy pajama shorts. Seeing Ann and Haru's sleepwear, Makoto had felt a bit embarrassed when she had shown up to Leblanc tonight wearing one of her sis’s old shirts and sweatpants. At least Futaba seemed to match her more, drowning in an extra large t-shirt. She did look nearly asleep though
(F/F, F/F, F/F) When comparing forms of interrogation among the Party, Shadowheart gets in over her head on one she isn't familiar with... Story Word Count: 2928 "...to be cut apart piece by piece, or fed to a dragon." Lae'zel continued, "I'm certain your Shar could not command them as Vlakith does." “Worst I ever saw was reserved for the poor bastards Zariel felt personally insulted by. Usually traitors and the like.” Karlach offered. She had been listening to Shadowheart and Lae'zel go back and forth for nearly an hour now comparing techniques in torture. “She’d have ‘em strung up like a chicken, dangling there for her imps to tickle. I heard one elf who tried to break an agreement, Zariel just threw her away and forgot about her. Heard she was tickled non-stop for seven years.” “What is tickled?” Shadowheart asks, incredulous. Her brow furrows trying to recall some knowledge of this torture. “Ya know, where you touch somebody and make ‘em laugh and squeal an’ all
Three Houses Tickle Story: Manuela's Seminar by Spiders-Associate, literature
Literature
Three Houses Tickle Story: Manuela's Seminar
(FFFF/F, F/F, F/F) Synopsis: Professor Manuela has asked Byleth (female) to assist her in a Seminar teaching the ladies of the Black Eagles House "Enhanced Interrogation Techniques." She has conveniently left out just what those techniques being demonstrated will be. There are three distinct tickle scenes in the story, with some teasing/flirting in between each. Byleth gets most of it, but sticks around to the end to get a little of something else. Story Word Count: 4301 “There we go.” Byleth felt the straps over her wrists tighten. “Too tight?” Manuela asks. “No it’s not so bad, it doesn’t hurt or anything.” “Give us a little struggle, see if it’s tight enough then please.” Byleth pulled against leather straps that held her wrists against the back of her chair. She kicked her legs, but the wooden stocks held fast. “No, I'm definitely stuck. Is this necessary? I mean it’s just a demonstration right, couldn’t we just pretend?” Byleth’s doe eyes watched Manuela
Kim Possible's Tickle Hell (Part V) (The End?) by WolfieTKRP, literature
Literature
Kim Possible's Tickle Hell (Part V) (The End?)
Kim's frantic cries and panicked screams hit the walls as Shego was just watching. Begging her for the cats to be removed as her other foot was tended too. That soft foot helpless as the tongues assault it, tears down her cheeks along with her face beet red, and her hair a mess. As the white room was finally ready, Shego ceased, ordering with the whistle for the cats to stop, releasing Kim from her bondage only to watch her slump to the ground, hands just tied behind her back was the only thing keeping her... "How did that feel...." The redhead panted as the cats stopped. Wiggling her toes as she could feel the tingles still lingered. Her body slumped to the ground, laying on the floor as she had a bit of spittle out of her gag. “Get your rest… you’ll need it…” Shego smiled as the cushioned room began to dim, leaving Kim in her thoughts, shego swiftly left her to ponder what dastardly fate awaited her. That made her shiver. She tried, but failed, to remain calm.