So this a sort of updated version of the sketch i did of my buff Tyrantrum, Shane getting tickled by my sona, Ken (Shane is the guardian of Ken btw) after getting his smelly muddy boots ripped open. Will write a new story for this.

Ken's POV

It was past midnight, Ken was watching a movie on the TV as his guardian, a giant Tyrantrum by the name of Shane, snores loudly next to him. The little dragon had been taken in under the Pokemon's wing after the Pokemon found him on the roadside while he was returning home from touring Afghanistan. Ever since than the Tyrantrum had protected and loved him like a son and Ken loved the Tyrantrum back, even though Shane can get a little serious and obnoxious at times, an example of his obnoxiousness being his loud snoring that was beginning to irritate Ken abit.

Adding on to that, the Tyrantrum's big feet were kicked up on the coffee table in front of him and taking up much of the coffee table, as well as blocking some of the TV screen. Ken's eyes wandered across the sleeping form of his close companion. the dino dressed in his usual black t-shirt with a brown vest over his thick, well built chest with a little bit of fluff around the arm holes. On his bottom half, Shane is also wearing a pair of dark blue, almost black jeans that is covered in mud and filth around the bottom of his jeans from slogging around outside. On his feet are his usual pair of beat up black combat boots that the Tyrantrum wears nearly everywhere, 24/7, never taking em off.

Many times he has tried to get Shane to take em off but eventually gave up on the stubborn dino, who has proceeded to wear this particular pair for a whole year with minimal removal and the boots show the consequences of doing that, the leather all worn and scratched up.

Ken was about to look away but he just couldn't stop eyeing those boots, his mischievous side of him starting to give him ideas. Grabbing some strong chains that Shane won't be able to break easily, Ken quickly tied up Shane and placed the giant booted feet on the ground as he moved the table away. All this movement, however didn't go unnoticed as Shane began to stir.

Shane's POV

The first thing Shane felt are the heavy chains wrapping around his torso, causing the Tyrantrum to immediately wake and go straight into attack mode, snarling and growling angrily. However he managed to calm down upon seeing that he is still at home and at the sight of his ward, standing with a mischievous grin on his scaly face.

"Ken, what are you up to this time?" Shane asks with a slight irritant tone in his voice, not happy to have been woken from his slumber. "I thought you'll know already?" Ken simply replies and sure enough Shane gets it immediately. "Seriously? Right now?" Shane says as he looks at his booted feet, already wishing his boots good luck against the impending trashing from Ken. Ken shrugs,"Why not? You're free now and i can always repair them without you rushing off somewhere" "I don't rush off to places!" Shane shoots back, can't help but smile abit at the interaction. "Yes you do!" Ken smiles too,"Now sit back and enjoy." The dragon finishes as he kneels down in front of his feet. "'Enjoy'..." Shane says and rolls his eyes, simply sits back and lets his ward have his fun.

Ken's POV

Grabbing the tip of Shane's left boot, feeling the dried mud and rough worn rubber sole, Ken pulled back on the boot but was surprisingly met with quite some resistance from the footwear, the boots leather and stitching stretching and putting up a good fight. "Having trouble there?" Shane taunts with a grin as he wiggles his warm toes in his boot, which Ken could feel causing the dragon to giggle abit,"Well i ain't giving up yet. Time for Plan B." Ken raised up the claw on his index finger, watching his nanites sharpen them before placing his now sharpened claws on the tip of the leather.

It didn't take long for the claws to pierce the worn leather and thru the thick fabric, Ken's finger slipping right through and into the warm, stuffy interior of the footwear, accidentally prodding Shane's big toe, which causes the Tyrantrum to chuckle from the slight tickle. "Hey! Save the tickling for later will ya!" Shane says feigning anger though in actuality he is in quite a good mood seeing the youngling under his care having fun. "Yes sir," Ken replies with a laugh, his finger feeling a deep crater like indentation in the boot insole caused by all the wear and tear, the slimy sweat of Shane that has pooled in the indentation coats Ken's finger.

"Ew..sweat slime..." K says earning a simple chuckle from Shane who continues watching him rip his boot open. With a finger sized hole ripped into the tip of the boot, Ken starts working at widening the hole, trying to force another finger in. The leather could only hang on for abit before it starts splitting, finally giving up as stitching starts getting uprooted from the soles, pulling, plucking and ripping free as the hole widens. The musk trapped in the boots seeps out into the air, tainting the air with a salty and sour smell of Tyrantrum musk that causes both reptiles to cringe slightly.

With more fingers digging into the boot, Ken can finally pull down on the damaged boot's sole. A cacophony of shripps, rips and snapping sound out noisily as the leather begins giving up the fight, the sole coming free bit by bit. Along with those sounds, the occasional wet "Shlurp!" can be heard as the worn old soles peel free from Shane's musky and sweaty feet.
With the soles free from the bindings of thread that held it together, the rubber flops uselessly to the ground, the insole inside flattened out with a distinctive indentation in the shape of Shane's footprint in them, allowing for a huge buildup of the slimey sweat. The tattered black leather uppers go floppy, pretty much rags now without the soles to give em strength.

Ken repeated the process on the other boot, enjoying feeling the boot submit to his strength, though the dragon had to get a breather when the musk got too strong. With both boots sitting with their soles peeled, Ken whips out his trusty feathers,"Ready Colonel?" Ken asks with a grin and earns a chuckle from Shane,"Do your worst."

Shane's POV

As the feathers descended on his sensitive feet, the ticklish sensation shot up his spine causing him to almost bark out a laugh but he tries to hold on as long as he can, to somewhat maintain his strong image and also to give let his ward laugh at his struggle and while the latter part is working, Ken laughing happily as he tickles harder, the former is slowly starting to crumble.

"ggg..rrr...haha!!!" Shane laughed as he could no longer hold back his laughter, his toes wiggling all about as the feathers attcked his meaty soles ruthlessly. As much as he hated looking weak, he gotta admit he does enjoy a good tickle from time to time.

Soon Ken backs off laughing, feeling satisfied with his fun and begins cleaning up his mess, patching Shane's boots back up, sealing those smelly paws back into the smelly boots to build up more stink once again before releasing Shane from the chains. The Tyrantrum slowly stands up and stretch,"You know, you should count yourself lucky that you're mine. If anyone else did this...""You'll pulverize them, i know" his ward completes his sentence for him, the dragon has after all witness him breaking all the bones of a person with a single punch when said person tried to attack him.

"Good that you know, so next time, ask me before you do this," Shane says as the towering reptile moves closer to the much shorter Ken and bends down to be at eye level with him,"Or else i wouldn't be as nice....understood?" Says with a stern tone but keeps a slightly evil, playful grin on his face. "Y-yes sir!" Ken says feeling just a tad bit unsettled.

"Good!" Shane says before planting a big kiss on Ken's forehead, causing Ken to squeak in surprise. "Hey! What was that..." Ken was going to complain but the Tyrantrum didn't give him the chance, stopping the protest by planting another loving kiss on Ken before picking up the dragon and pulling him into a tight bearhug. "You better watch your 6 my little rascal" Shane says with a smile looking down at the little reptile in his arms. "And you should watch your feet Colonel," Ken says with a small chuckle which is followed by Shane's deeper chuckle as the two enjoy the embrace while Shane goes to tuck in his little buddy into bed.