In Space, No One Can Hear You Laugh...Except Me! (Peril)
Zinny Entry Log 29274
Evaluating the specimens inside the personal foot museum was always amusing. Each captive, possum, wolf, chipmunk, dragon and whatever else abducted for testing have unique traits to their lower appendages that are truly fascinating...and easily abusable with light sensations that drive them mad. And the textures and tastes are mouthwatering. On inspection of the new set, I noticed my reptilian specimen was missing. How taxing. I have yet to test out this scaled individual's sensitivity. I spotted this one near the park of the planet Earth, moon cycle, under a bench at a drive thru theatre, peculiarly just laying there as a couple was chatting animatedly with their feet stroking against each other's, likely in a game of footsies. He was just staring. Quite easy to abduct really as the glasses wearing reptilian was far too distracted. Earthlings only thought the pod's lights were from the movie as the crocodile was sucked inside.
Surveliance showed that he was quite panicked, running thru the mothership like a crazed lunatic. A usual reaction to being suddenly swooped into a flying space ship and then discovering one is stuck in space. The screaming was quite unnecessary. Subject found the escape lock. And taken one of the souveneir astronaut suits I kept from the last human I added to my collection. Had to go after him. He wouldn't be making it back to Earth, that's for sure, being 1.6 light years away for the time being. The subject climbed onto the hull of the ship, likely looking for the ship's cargo bay, but having no idea where it was, here he was, right in front of me. Without a cable linking him to the ship..what a desperate fellah. Subject could barely hang on to the hull's bio glass dome in the first place. Since subject refuses to cooperate like the others, a bit of a lesson was in order. Besides, the sensitivity tests could start whenever the opportune time presented itself.
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Activating portal generators...generators online!
Portal generators, magnificent pieces of technology! Enabling the user's limbs to enter one portal, then with exact coordinates, generate more portals to have said limbs traverse through that space. Quite convenient as Subject #347 was still gripping the dome, looking quite terrified. #347 will be quite shocked as he feels the sensitivity test being conducted from inside the suit. Subject showed startled expressions as eyebrows rose, and heavy breathing started coating the space helmet as I started stroking his foot. Very tender, I'll have to subject them to the mach speed brush rollers and enhanced sensitivity oil later. Subject #347's face showing signs of trembling and sweat, a smile cracking across his scaled face. More testing is necessary, so adding a feather to tease his chest. Subject shows signs of losing composure as his hands start slipping off the dome, squirming to get away from the feather. #347 despite having scales shows signs of vulnerability to very gentle strokes. Now adding own foot to stroke toes against loose armpit. #347 is extremely jittery now, and heat signatures have spiked up considerably as my toes continue to strum into his hollow pit. Tears are welling up in his eyes. How cute. Blush levels continue to increase as my foot continues doodling against his open pits, that slowly make the subject's arms loose their hug around the dome more. Impossible not to make silly faces at the escapee's dilemma as he stares at me back.
Subject #347 is slowly lifting off dome, his legs kicking around like earth worms dug out from dirt. How amusing. Subject seems to be pleading, but I can't hear him from in here. He seems to have just about lost his grip and...yep. Subject #347 has lost his grip entirely, fear and laughter overtaking him completely as he starts to float away. I would not let this would be escapee go unpunished for his transgressions. Continued tickling for several minutes until Subject #347 fell out of portal range. He's likely screaming as he drifts off into space aimlessly. Likely to be pulled into the next planet's gravity, or run out of spare oxygen in the next few hours. I'll go get him...eventually. Maybe. Yeah, why not. Considering how hysterical he was during that, I'll need a diagnoses on just brutal I can dish out my experiments on him. Sure. I'll just...let the subject float around for awhile. Should get Subject #347 to not consider running away again.
Zinny Log 29274 End
This was a LONG TIME coming. Ugh, bottom line, I wanted to make a little story for this commission forever ago but ..well you see how well that faired. Then life got horribly busy till this day and so...yeah. Anyway, I wouldn't say I'm exactly happy with this short story but, eh. Its better than nothing!
Anyway, because of a certain cute chipmunk
Egger who finds himself in perilous situations a lot that just happen to have a lot of tickling as well, I felt inspired to give it a go.
EZDBud was quite obliged to go with my very specific idea. A huge thanks to him for this awesome commission!
Evaluating the specimens inside the personal foot museum was always amusing. Each captive, possum, wolf, chipmunk, dragon and whatever else abducted for testing have unique traits to their lower appendages that are truly fascinating...and easily abusable with light sensations that drive them mad. And the textures and tastes are mouthwatering. On inspection of the new set, I noticed my reptilian specimen was missing. How taxing. I have yet to test out this scaled individual's sensitivity. I spotted this one near the park of the planet Earth, moon cycle, under a bench at a drive thru theatre, peculiarly just laying there as a couple was chatting animatedly with their feet stroking against each other's, likely in a game of footsies. He was just staring. Quite easy to abduct really as the glasses wearing reptilian was far too distracted. Earthlings only thought the pod's lights were from the movie as the crocodile was sucked inside.
Surveliance showed that he was quite panicked, running thru the mothership like a crazed lunatic. A usual reaction to being suddenly swooped into a flying space ship and then discovering one is stuck in space. The screaming was quite unnecessary. Subject found the escape lock. And taken one of the souveneir astronaut suits I kept from the last human I added to my collection. Had to go after him. He wouldn't be making it back to Earth, that's for sure, being 1.6 light years away for the time being. The subject climbed onto the hull of the ship, likely looking for the ship's cargo bay, but having no idea where it was, here he was, right in front of me. Without a cable linking him to the ship..what a desperate fellah. Subject could barely hang on to the hull's bio glass dome in the first place. Since subject refuses to cooperate like the others, a bit of a lesson was in order. Besides, the sensitivity tests could start whenever the opportune time presented itself.
….............................
Activating portal generators...generators online!
Portal generators, magnificent pieces of technology! Enabling the user's limbs to enter one portal, then with exact coordinates, generate more portals to have said limbs traverse through that space. Quite convenient as Subject #347 was still gripping the dome, looking quite terrified. #347 will be quite shocked as he feels the sensitivity test being conducted from inside the suit. Subject showed startled expressions as eyebrows rose, and heavy breathing started coating the space helmet as I started stroking his foot. Very tender, I'll have to subject them to the mach speed brush rollers and enhanced sensitivity oil later. Subject #347's face showing signs of trembling and sweat, a smile cracking across his scaled face. More testing is necessary, so adding a feather to tease his chest. Subject shows signs of losing composure as his hands start slipping off the dome, squirming to get away from the feather. #347 despite having scales shows signs of vulnerability to very gentle strokes. Now adding own foot to stroke toes against loose armpit. #347 is extremely jittery now, and heat signatures have spiked up considerably as my toes continue to strum into his hollow pit. Tears are welling up in his eyes. How cute. Blush levels continue to increase as my foot continues doodling against his open pits, that slowly make the subject's arms loose their hug around the dome more. Impossible not to make silly faces at the escapee's dilemma as he stares at me back.
Subject #347 is slowly lifting off dome, his legs kicking around like earth worms dug out from dirt. How amusing. Subject seems to be pleading, but I can't hear him from in here. He seems to have just about lost his grip and...yep. Subject #347 has lost his grip entirely, fear and laughter overtaking him completely as he starts to float away. I would not let this would be escapee go unpunished for his transgressions. Continued tickling for several minutes until Subject #347 fell out of portal range. He's likely screaming as he drifts off into space aimlessly. Likely to be pulled into the next planet's gravity, or run out of spare oxygen in the next few hours. I'll go get him...eventually. Maybe. Yeah, why not. Considering how hysterical he was during that, I'll need a diagnoses on just brutal I can dish out my experiments on him. Sure. I'll just...let the subject float around for awhile. Should get Subject #347 to not consider running away again.
Zinny Log 29274 End
This was a LONG TIME coming. Ugh, bottom line, I wanted to make a little story for this commission forever ago but ..well you see how well that faired. Then life got horribly busy till this day and so...yeah. Anyway, I wouldn't say I'm exactly happy with this short story but, eh. Its better than nothing!
Anyway, because of a certain cute chipmunk
Egger who finds himself in perilous situations a lot that just happen to have a lot of tickling as well, I felt inspired to give it a go.
EZDBud was quite obliged to go with my very specific idea. A huge thanks to him for this awesome commission!
Category Artwork (Digital) / Paw
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Well, I'm sure he'd rather have giggles from some random alien that wants to add him to his crazy muesem than be floating off aimlessly in deep space. Being fine is..subjective either way~
A hug, or a tickle hug for the adorable croc? >:3 Either way, he'll be melting under your touch and babbling incessantly.
A hug, or a tickle hug for the adorable croc? >:3 Either way, he'll be melting under your touch and babbling incessantly.
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