secretipy did this during a request stream. I (poorly) colored it without consulting a coloring tutorial.

Here's a story I made about this picture.

Giygas woke up to the sound of some pitter-pattering footsteps, reverberating up and down the hall outside where he was locked up. Everything was a bit of a blur to him – it seemed like that one moment ago, he was walking with Ness down the university promenade and then everything just cut to black like a bad Turkish movie. He quickly felt himself – he hadn’t been raped or anything, so he knew his kidnappers weren’t that malicious. Maybe he just fainted and Ness took him back home – but how would that explain why he was in the basement? Ness knew better than to drop his surrogate brother in random rooms and to expect him to shrug it off like it were no big deal. Giygas felt a little strange – he was free from bondage, but he didn’t want to get up. Nothing smelt suspicious in the air – it wasn’t like he was being brainwashed or anything. And how would Ness afford mind-control gas?

The door to the basement swung open, revealing a speckled man wearing the thickest glasses anybody could buy, a youthful-looking companion by his side. Giygas recognized them from many a house party and gathering – Jeff Andonuts, the boy genius, and his boyfriend Tony. He couldn’t remember Tony’s last name, though. Nobody could – not even Tony himself.

The alien nervously asked, “Jeff, how in the hell did I get here? More importantly: why?”

Jeff responded whilst kneeling to the ground to pick up a 24-pack of Pabst, “You had a heat stroke right outside the food court on campus. Ness took you home.”

“Yeah, I know that, but why am I in the basement?” Giygas asked, his eyes noided.

“Tony told Ness to put you down here. He said that he wanted to do something very special for you.”

Jeff walked out of the basement, leaving Tony behind. Tony held in his hands a suitcase – one hastily packed with feathers and the sort. Giygas looked at the suitcase, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead and the black sclera punctuated with red veins. He looked like he was about to vomit, but he thankfully held it back out of fear that he would mess up his new undershirt. He wanted so desperately to scramble out of the room and sprint to the nearest Wal-Mart for a TASER, but again, that little voice in his head told him that it wasn’t good to do that. So he stayed put – afraid, but compliant.

Tony kneeled down at Giygas’ feet and asked as he unlatched the suitcase, “Do you remember when you trapped me in a tube underneath Stonehenge?”

The alien tried to remember, but couldn’t. “Tony, that wasn’t me.”

“You lie. It was you. I mean, you have the same name as him and all.”

“But it wasn’t me! I’m not from this timeline!”

“Another Giygas? From an alternate timeline? Christ, that sounds like one of those sci-fi stories Lucas keeps writing about.”

“It’s not science fiction, you Scottish moron. It’s science fact. I was beamed here when I was 14.”

“Then why didn’t your race get you?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Then you ARE lying! You’re the same Giygas that tried to kill my boyfriend all the way in the past!”

“I’m not the same asshole, you Celtic imbecile!”

“But you are him. You look like him. You smell like him. You sound like him. All evidence points to the real McCoy. Now, do you know how I felt in that tube?”

“No because I didn’t lock you or your friends in any tubes.”

“I couldn’t breathe in there, Giygas. I suffocated in the goo they wanted to preserve me in. My life flashed before my eyes. Now it’s your turn to be in my shoes – well, I’d be lying because you’re not going to be wearing shoes for this.”

“What the hell?!” Giygas tried to resist as Tony took off the alien’s sneakers and socks, but that voice in his head told him to relax. As the socks passed over his long toes, he leaned back and wiggled the life back into his feet, the blood rushing back into his soft toes.

Tony took out some baby oil he had gotten from the dollar store and rubbed it all over Giygas’ soles, giving them a shine like no other. He happened to catch some of the slight stench from the socks – “Christ, Giygas, do you ever wash your feet?”

“I don’t like showing my feet.”

“But they look beautiful! Not that I’m attracted to them or anything,” Tony backpedaled as he continued to massage the oil into the already extremely sensitive alien soles.

Giygas blushed and sighed with relief. “So, this is your idea of suffocating me?”

Tony stopped massaging, smirked, and grabbed a couple of feathers from his suitcase. “Nope. What I’m about to do to you is, though.”

Immediately the feathers touched Giygas’ now-absurdly-sensitive-to-the-max soles and rubbed up and down, jolting the alien back from his state of relaxation to a hysterical fit of laughter. There was no way Giygas could get used to the motions – the titillation was so intense that he clutched onto the ground, his eyes streaming with uncontrollable tears as he felt his own sensitive alien feet experience an entirely new sensation. He had no choice but to laugh – but the tickling was so sporadic that his laughs became gasps for air. He attempted to curl his long toes to protect his feet from being tickled, but the voice in his head told him to go with the flow. And so, for quite some time, Tony kept tickling Giygas into a state of asphyxiation, waiting for the alien to pass out – but the alien couldn’t pass out. Instead, as he desperately gasped for air in between laughs, he felt himself grow hard. This wasn’t just weird for him – it was oddly erotic. He wanted so hard to release himself, but he knew he couldn’t. So he just sat there, being tickled by Tony and failing to pass out due to the tickling.

After a while, Tony grew bored and stopped tickling the alien. However, even as he stopped, he noticed that Giygas kept flinching as if he were being tickled, his toes curling and splaying and curling and splaying over random intervals. He tossed the alien his shoes and socks and walked out of the basement, having already gotten his revenge. As soon as the door slammed, Giygas unzipped his pants, inhaled the scent of one of his socks, and let his worries run out the door, his eyes rolling back in ecstasy.