Here is the second commission from the 3 commission special by Baltromoon. Here we have the sequel to my old tickle request that is the first to feature Blanka from Street Fighter getting tickled for the first time: http://dlpeattie.deviantart.com/art/Tropic-Laughter-163062390?q=gallery%3Adlpeattie%2F19631065&qo=43 and now in this sequel, he is once again attacked by foot hungry panthers, and a very huggable friendly snake.

Please forgive the below-average backgrounds, they aren't Baltromoon's specialty, but I accept that.

This commission was made by Baltromoon: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/baltromoon/ and he has given me permission to post it on my gallery.



It was a warm day, as usual, in the South American jungle and the green man-beast Blanka was running through the woods, after his prey. While he was giving chase, he recalls in memory of the strange and bizarre incident that happened just a few weeks ago. He remembered being constricted by snakes in the treetops, and not did they tickle him with their tongues and tails, but also while his exposed feet were being licked by two curious and hungry jaguars. Blanka couldn't stand the ticklishness, and tried to wipe it from his mind and focused on the task at hand. He was just about to catch up with his prey when he suddenly tripped over something solid and landed to the ground, flat on his face. Blanka then started to pick himself up, growling in frustration over his blunder. He then flipped over onto his back and sat up to get a look at what he tripped over, was it a rock or a log, but unfortunately for Blanka, it was nether..........it was a giant anaconda, staring at him!


The large snake had already taken notice of Blanka when he tripped over him, and before the green beast man could react, the snake started to coil around Blanka's ankles, making a figure eight around them, trapping his large feet as if they were in iron clamps. The snake then proceed to wrap upward Blanka's legs in a more traditional constriction. Blanka roared with anger as he tried to grab at the snake's head and tried to push down on the coils restraining his body, but the lightning quick snake caught his arms in the constriction and then proceeded to wrap up Blanka's upper body, the feral green man could now do nothing but struggle and watch.

Finally, the snake reached halfway up to Blanka's chest. The snake then started to tighten the coils around Blanka's upper body, ensuring that his arms were completely secure. The snake also did the same with the coils around Blanka's legs, and its tail constricted tighter around Blanka's ankles, making it seem like his feet were trapped in a pair of stocks. Blanka struggled and growled with all his might, but the raw power behind the anaconda's grip was vastly superior.
But to Blanka's surprise, the snake wasn't constricting any tighter, it would have started squeezing him by now, what was it waiting for.

After a few minutes of struggling, Blanka felt a strange tingling in his ear, the snake was using its tongue to tweak Blanka's ear and cheek, in almost an affectionate way. Blanka was now starting to get very confused when he suddenly heard low growling, and saw two relatively young black panthers exit the brushes ahead of him. They padded toward the coiled up blanka as he sat there helplessly, though the two big cats didn't show any hostility. They were sniffing the air for something, and the scent was leading right to Blanka's big feet. The two panthers walked closer to the wildman's green feet and sniffed all around them, causing them to twitch as their fur and whiskers lightly tickled his feet. Blanka then remembered how the jaguars reacted to his feet, and before he could struggle more, the two panthers started to lick Blanka's feet.

Through out the jungle, Blanka's roars of laughter and desperation reverberated through the tall trees. The panthers enjoyed the strange smell and taste of Blanka's mutant soles as they helplessly twitched and flailed, trying to untighten the merciless grip of the snake's coils, but the snake's power was too great, leaving the saliva-ridden soles at the mercy of the panthers raspy tongues.

It wasn't until nightfall, when the panther's lost their interest in their lickable "appetizers" as they left the wrinkled, saliva-soaked soles and headed back into the bushes. The snake, seeing that Blanka has lost consciousness, loosen its grip on Blanka's body and slowly un-coiled him giving the tired beastman a sigh of relief. Blanka was far too weak to return to his home, and decided to rest where he layed. As he layed on the ground, looking up at the stars, he pondered of what keeps causing the snakes and the big cats to act so strangely.

Original art by Baltromoon: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/baltromoon/