So i've been wanting to do this and sorta got a greenlight to do this. So here we have Alex, Landfighter777's dragon OC, getting tickled in my usual boot ripping way. Its a normal simple tickle sketch but yea.

I managed to get clearence to write a story so it would be down below, the main idea would be that Alex decides to have Ken, my sona, give him some 'endurance' training, not knowing what my sona truly means...

Thanks for looking and have a good day you guys

Alex->Landfighter777: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/landfighter777/



Alex sat patiently on his front steps, waiting for the arrival of a friend. The black and orange drake was preparing for a tough multi day hike and a friend of his, Ken, had promised to help him train up his stamina and endurance. While Alex isn't to shabby in terms of his fitness, he wanted to be as prepared as he can. Eventually Ken appeared, the black dragon walking up to him. It wasn't hard to spot the reptile, numerous blue glowing lines line his skin in a circuit board like manner and making him stand out from the crowd. Dressed in a white t shirt, jeans and black combat boots, the dragon looks somewhat normal.

"Alright i'm here," the dragon announces as he stops in front of Alex's sitting form,"And you look like you're somewhat ready for your adventure," Ken comments looking at Alex's clothes. "Hehe, certainly," Alex replies glancing down at himself, his favorite black t shirt clinging onto his frame snugly, a rugged pair of trousers on his lower torso as well as his trusty yet battered brown boots wrapped around his feet.

"Well when you're done admiring yourself, lets begin" Ken says with a grin before he heads to Alex's backyard. "Yes sir'" Alex follows confidently, ready to take on whatever thats required of him

*6 hours later*

"Oh that was tough" Alex exclaims as he plops down on his comfy soft couch. Being subjected to what felt like endless, intensive exercise for the entire time He was surprised that Ken knew such a exercise regime when the dragon himself was as thin as a stick, not that he was complaining, he felt ready to take on the harsh landscape and whatever dangers that lay ahead.

"I have no doubt about that," Ken comes over with a fresh black shirt from Alex's wardrobe along with a can of soda from the fridge. "Thanks dude," Alex says with a worn smile, taking a gulp of cool soda before swapping his shirt. "But i'm not done yet," the tech dragon (which is Ken) suddenly says. "Oh come on," Alex says while sipping his drink,"Haven't i proven how tough and ready i am," Alex says slightly jokingly.

Ken rolls his eyes, causing Alex to laugh,"I'm just kidding okay," "Yea i know," Ken says,"But there is one more thing i need to see, plus you did promise me a treat." "Oh right," Alex says,"Almost forgot." Ken smirks," Just like you to be forgetful, anyway, take a rest, you'll need it"

Alex nods and shuts his eyes, slipping into a slumber, not feeling the ropes wrap around him....


As Alex came to, he noticed the sky was dark now..followed by the thick ropes wrapped around him. "What the!" Alex looks around catching sight of Ken next to him, watching the TV,"Oh ypu're up'" Ken says calmly. "Dude why did you tie me up? Is this a joke?" Alex says with a fake laugh. "Nope," Ken says,"This is your final test of endurance,"

Alex was confused,"How does this test my endurance," "Very simple buddy," Ken says with a grin,"You get tickled quite easily right?" A sudden realization hits Alex,"Ah haha, i see what you're doing, too bad my tickle spot is my feet and my feet are in my boots, so no go buddy." Alex says even know he clearly knows his friend's...'interest'

"Oh i beg to differ Alex," Ken says as the dragon descends down to his feet, sealed in his sweltering leather boots. The brown, tortured leather has faced numerous hikes and trips, protecting his feet from the elements and the numerous things he stomped on but now today they face their demise as their rubbery tips are teased and pulled on by a pair of wicked claws.

Alex could feel his worn soles bend against its will, the leather tense ans stretching like it should against any outside threats. Only this time the strain would be too much for the poor boots to take. Alex watches as a small separation forms between the soles and the leather, the faint sight of tearing leather and straining brown stitching within the dark gap between boot and soles.

As the tugging continues the separation goes from the tip of the boots to the entire width of the toe, the boots, the stitching starts popping loose as the soles finally starts letting go, leather peeled without a care and soles flopping to the ground with a flap as the tips of Alex's black toes is greeted by the outside air, causing the dragon to wiggle them, white sharp claws grace each toe.

The boots pull free from the soles as Ken tugs, exposing more of Alex's feet and separating them from the smooshed boot insole. The soles lay weakly on the floor, linked to the tattered uppers using the remaining stitching left unsnapped at the heel, all while the uppers cling to Alex's feet as if it was undamaged.

Alex could feel his destroyed boot fabric sway abit in the wind caused by a fan in the room, sightly giving him a slight tickle as the threads brushes his sensitive saws, occasionally sticking to sweaty spots on his feet. Ken whips out a pair of feathers and descends on the exposed soles,"Lets see how long you can endure this!"

Alex tosses and writhes, struggling to keep his laughter restrained within his gut while his feet are mercilessly attacked by those feathers, his toes wiggles all over the place which only tempts the feathers to wiggle faster. His leather boots were already laughing, their 'mouths' flapping and even opening wider as all the movement pulls more stitches from the smelly soles.

Finally after 10 minutes, with his soles almost tickled raw and his boot soles almost coming off completely, Alex finally crumbles and his laughter echoes around his house, quickly going breathless but the laughter just doesn't stop, at least until Ken finally lets him go. After what felt like an eternity of laughing, the torture finally slows to a stop and gives Alex a chance to breathe. "You need more training on this aspect Alex," Ken says with a grin. Alex shoots Ken a slightly annoyed look,"Its not like people would tickle me when i'm on my mission!" Ken shrugs,"You never know, its best i train you further so you better stockpile some old boots." Ken says as he unties Alex and leaves for the day.

Alex simply sighs while Ken goes. "What am i going to do with my boots now?" Alex asks as he gets a closer look at the damage, how the ripped leather uppers flop around his meaty feet, how the imprints of his feet have been made into his insoles. Using his hands he feels the deep craters made in the insoles, the sticky sweat in them as well as the still hard and rough outsole of his boot. As he gets up to walk around, the soles begin to hinder his movements, almost tripping him up. With a growl, Alex simply ripped the soles off, creating a spray of broken boot material, and flings em to the ground. "Maybe i can turn them into flip flops," refers to the soles as Alex climbs into bed without taking off the wreckage of his footwear, passing out easily from the day's work.