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This is my first ever story! I hope you enjoy it.
Please let me know which aspects you think could be improved, I really appreciate constructive criticism.

Content warning: bondage, tickling, tentacles, itching, gagged. Feet/footpaws.

Characters:
Azole: an adventurous blue wolf (age 19) who loves to be dominated.
Furan: a dominant orange dragon who loves to tickle cute little mammals.


The forest was calm and peaceful. A perfect place for Azole to come for a nice relaxing walk. The grass felt really nice on His bare feet. It lightly brushed his soles and wiggles in between his toes with every step.
As enjoyable as this sensation was, it made him feel sad because this was the closest thing he’d felt to tickling in months.
Azole’s mind began to wonder: thinking back to his last intense session with his friend Furan:
“Are ya ready boy?”
Azole nodded enthusiastically and let out an excited “Mmpphh” beneath his gag.
“Awe, you look so cute like that.” Furan teased.
It was humiliating to be called cute, especially in such a helpless position. Azole began to blush and feel all warm inside. Actually this feels kind of nice, he thought. Furan really cares cares for me.
The orange dragon began to laugh. “You’re blushing, that’s adorable! Now, just one more thing to complete the look...”
Furan held up a soft pink blindfold, which complemented to pink padded gag perfectly.
“There! This will match your cute little nose too.” He said with a poke.

This was so long ago, but azole could vividly remember every little detail. The feeling of the pillow beneath his head. The rubbery taste of the gag. The way Furan awkwardly fumbled with the buckle for the blindfold behind his head (No matter how many times they did this, Furan always forgot to attach the blindfold before he tied his arms to the bed.) it’s funny how that worked, Azole couldn’t even remember what he’d had for breakfast today.

He was getting tired of walking so he sat down on a log and continued fantasising about his friend.

As the comfy blindfold was firmly attached, Azole was plunged into darkness. It was such a lovely feeling to be completely vulnerable and deprived of all his senses. With the world blocked out, he was easing into a relaxed dreamlike state. All he could perceive was warmth of furans body on top of him, and their rhythmic breath.
He felt as though he was about to drift off to sleep, when he felt a gentle claw run down his chest.
“Mmmmm...” Azole let out a blissful moan.
Furan chuckled. “I’ve barely started you silly thing!”
A second finger added to teasing, and the intensity gradually increased until all 10 of Furans claws were spidering along Azoles ribs.

He began to salivate as he remembered the blissful feeling of Furans fingers teasing his torso. Infant the memory seemed even more vivid this time.
“Ahh!” Azole jumped. there was a little red flower brushing against his arm. “Oh, it’s just a little plant.” Azole laughed as he settled back down to enjoy his rest.
He closed his eyes to concentrate on Furans ticklish attack.

Azole moaned desperately into his gag as Furans claws skittered up to his armpits, showing no mercy. His feathery dragon tail weaved between his legs and began to lap at his thighs.

This is creepy, Azole thought. I have such a great memory, it’s almost as if- “gah!” He looked down and noticed a second red flower brushing against his leg.
“Wow, I’m jumpy today. It’s only a couple of silly flowers...” he slumped back down against the log and closed his eyes.
As much as Azole has been boasting of his memory and eye for detail, he failed to notice something very important: When he first sat down on that log, there were no red flowers!

Two huge slimy vines sprung out from behind the log and hooked themselves around Azoles shoulders, hoisting him into the air. “Aaah! What’s going-“ cried, as several more tendrils coiled around his limbs and stretched him out tightly.
“I can’t move! Help! How are these plants so strong!” No matter how hard He struggled, Azole could not move a muscle. His wrists were tied tightly behind his head and his ankles were spread wide apart.
The huge sturdy tentacles that held him began to branch out and dozens of tiny wiggling tendrils sprouted from the surface. “No! Oh my god! They’re not?”
They looked deliciously tickly, Azole couldn’t imagine how intense they would feel squirming against his body.
He didn’t have to imagine for long, suddenly and in unison, they flopped down onto his body and dug themselves into his most sensitive areas. “Aaahhh! Hahahhahahhhah! Noooooo! Not there!” He yelled as they burrowed into his armpits and between his thighs.
“Haahhhahahaaaahhhaaaaaaaa! It’s too much! Aaahhhh! Please make it stop!”
This tickling was greater than anything Azole had ever experienced. Hundred of little claws were poking him all over his body and they was nothing he could do to stop it.
Tears were streaming down his face and he screwed his eyes shut and yet more tentacles sprouted out to cover his ears and neck
“Noooooo! Not my ears! Hahhahhahaaaahhhhaaaaaa! Anything but that!”
A kaleidoscope of green tendrils danced in front of his eyes as the plant began to envelope his entire body.
One more strong vine around his muzzle, clamping it tightly shut and gagging him.
“Mmmmppphhh!” He screamed, as the hundreds of slimy tentacles squirmed against his body and dug into his skin.

That’s when he noticed the feathery flowers beginning to sprout from the most prominent stems. These looked different to before. More developed, and coated with some sort of pollen.
“Mmmmm” Azole moaned. Really, that’s the best you’ve got? He thought. They looked tiny. They couldn’t possibly be worse than the vines... right?

Two bunches were snaking towards his armpits, a cluster was forming around his belly and thighs, and they were practically swarming towards high feet. Almost pushing and shoving to get the best spot.
Azole was too blissed out too notice, as tortuous as this was, it’s the best he’d felt in months. The first time he felt truly free since his sessions with Furan. All his anxieties melted away.

The moment the Flowers made contact with his body, Azole erupted into a whole new wave of laughter. They were unimaginably ticklish.
The red feathers brushed furiously against his armpits, scattering pollen all over his body. They smelled unbelievably good, and brought Azole to higher plane of pleasure.
“Mmmpppphhhh!”
The flowers in between his legs scrubbed up and down, causing him to shake wildly.
This was tortuous enough to let his screaming overpowering over power the vine holding his muzzle shut, and it shot off with a twang. “Aaahhhaaahahaaa! Noooo!” Azole cried

All of this was nothing compared to the treatment of his feet. Over 50 flowers were lapping at his sensitive soles, brushing in between his toes and poking below his claws.
“Hahahahhaahahhaaa! Not my feet! Pleassseee! Hahahhaa!- Mmppphhhh!!!” Four more vines clamped down on Azole’s muzzle silencing him for good.

The network of tiny green tendrils continued to expand until nothing was left exposed except his eyes and feet.

As if things couldn’t get even worse, azole’s body was overcome with an unbearable itching feeling. The vines offered no relief, becoming hard and motionless. That pollen was an itching powder!

Azole would have given anything to reach down and scratch his feet, but the cocoon of tendrils wouldn’t budge.
“Mmmmpphhhhh! Mmmmmmppppphhhhhhhhh!” He moaned.
Even the unbearably ticklish feather petals began to recoil and wilt, leaving his itching feet completely unattended.
He squirmed and bucked as hard as he could, but he could barely move an inch.
“Hlllllppphhhh! Mmmmppphh! Hlllppp! Hlhhhh!” He couldn’t even calm for help with his tight muzzle of vines.
Sweat was pooling all over his body as he strained desperately to scratch his feet against the grass, but he was completely immobile. The worst part was even toes were tied back! He wasn’t even allowed the simple relief of flexing his feet.

He was dripping with sweat and his muscles ached after the intense tickling, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Crack!” What was that?

“Stamp, Crack!” The noise was growing louder and Azole began to recognise the crack of branches and steady plod of footsteps across the littered forest floor. Someone was coming!

“Mmmppphhh! Mmmpppphhhhh!” He screamed. They were coming closer.

He cranes his neck to glance up at approaching figure and saw a distinctive flash of orange. It couldn’t be?...

“Is that you, boy?” Furan chuckled.
“Oh my god, you’re all tied up! This is too cute!” He teased.
“Look at those little paws!”

“Hhlllpp!” Azole moaned, overjoyed to see Furan, but frustrated that he was taking so long.

“Awe, has someone run into a tickle plant? You silly boy! “ Furan teased. He crouched Down when he reached the squirming mass of vines.
did ya forget to bring the spray?” Furan teased, dangling a small bottle in front of Azole’s nose.
“Oh that’s right, it’s still too secret! Sorry I haven’t had time to play with you recently boy. I’ve been working nonstop in the lab to finish this tickle plant repellent.” The orange dragon smiled evilly and stood back up.
“Doesn’t like like you’ll be wanting any though. You seem to having a lot of fun. See you around, cutie!” He called.
“Mmmppphhhh!! Azole whined.

Furan began cackling and knelt back down to poke Azole’s nose.
“Ya didn’t think I was serious did ya!” He laughed.
“Let’s get you out of this mess. Awe, look at those powdery paws, it got ya real good with the itching pollen didn’t it?”
“Mmmpph... pllshh...” the blue wolf whined.
“Awe, you want me to scratch them?” Furan teased. “Of course! anything for my adorable little tickle pet.”
That familiar warm humiliating feeling returned to Azole. He felt truly cared for again.
Furan placed a claw against azole’s right arch, and began to lovingly stroke up and down.
“Mmmmm...” Azole moaned into his gag. It was the most heavenly thing he had aver felt.
After several more minutes of this delicious treament on both his feet, Furan produced a large spray bottle from his bag. “Wait til you see this!” He said.

“Swish!” Tiny sparkling droplets we’more scattered into the air and they trickled Down onto the cocoon of vines that ensnared the blue wolf.
They gradually started to soften and recoil, allowing Azole to wriggle about and shed himself.
“You’re an adorable little butterfly now.” Furan cooed.
“Thank you so much for saving me! I don’t know what to say-“ Azole babbled, still exhausted from the intense experience.
“Awe, come here pet.” Furan scooped up Azole into his strong arms and hugged him closely.
The wolf dozed off in his loving embrace. Everything felt perfect again.

The End



I hope that story was enjoyable. It’s a bit rough around the edges and some of it sounds a bit clunky, but this will hopefully improve with a bit more practice : )

Please let me know if there were any bits you especially enjoyed so I can expand on them in my next story.

Do you prefer intimate scenes with two characters, or a character tormented by a monster / plant machines? Maybe both?