New Style - introduction (READ THIS NOW!)
This story is the result of a strange inspiration. I certainly hope nothing like this has been done before. I was inspired by the forum itself, when I was skimming through the original artwork. I noticed how many artists have their own personal characters. Although story series often have recurring character, it is not the same. There is often a fantasy relationship between the artist, and his creations. For example, GrippedChimp and Dave2112 often introduce their pieces as though they actually had done these things with their creations. They even include themselves in their pictures some times.
I begun thinking of whether or not there was a similar relationship between author and characters, and I don’t think there is. Basically, my next story is a bizarre attempt to make said equivalent. A ticklephile, like us, and his fantasy creation. I hope you understand what I’m referring to, and what I’m trying to build on.
I want to know what you think of this. It is only an introduction,and does not include tickling, as I have not finished the story yet. I’d like to, but I want to know whether or not you like the style. Hopefully you will, but this is essentially a sample, for you to get a taste of what I mean. Let me know if you want more.
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I observed my creation, adding the finishing touches. This was sure to be the final draft, I seemed to have perfected my technique. It was my fourth attempt, not being satisfied with my previous three efforts. After discarding the first, I had begun mentally referring to it as my Alpha attempt. The theme stuck throughout Beta and Gamma, and for the sake of continuity, I decided to continue with it. So, now about to perfect my fourth creation, I decided to name her Delta.
Nothing was particularly disastrous about Alpha, Beta, of Gamma...but something about them just didn’t ring true. It’s hard to explain. As an artist, you can’t always spot problems in your own work objectively, but...you just feel whether your work is truly what you intended.
It was this way with Delta. I could feel that she would be exactly what I wanted. I won’t bore you with the details of the construction of her character, but suffice it to say, it was perfect. Perfect for what she was intended for. No, I won’t bore you with that, but you may be interested in what I was doing at the moment of her perfection.
I was adjusting her physical features. She looked young. Not young like a child, but rather a charming, youthful femininity. A lovely young woman. Caucasian ethnicity, I had experimented with her hair, but finally had settled on a blonde colour. Not a platinum colouring, her hair was more of a golden sandy quality, which cascaded down her back to the bottom of her shoulderblades. Her eyes were a bright emerald green. I had much trouble deciding between green and blue. An conflict I had with all four models. She stood about 6 inches above five feet, and was thin. Not too thin, and certainly not muscular, but of a curvy, svelte figure. Her breasts were somewhere in the larger end of a b cup. I had also thought about giving her glasses. It was a cute look for Beta, who was a taller, slim brunette, but didn’t seem to fit Delta. So I left her vision alone.
Delta stood there, looking beautiful, although I hadn’t given her sentience. For now, she was simply a shell. A hollow spectre, as I finished my creation. I was done, it would seem. I had her dressed in a silky white nightgown, which shimmered against her skin, and ended a few inches above her knees. I was tempted to have her naked in chains...after all, I had to but will it, and it would be so. But that was ridiculously easy. That was not the point of my creation.
Satisfied, finally, I woke her. She blinked. I smiled now, realizing that my creation had come to life. Her eyes scanned left to right, seeing nothing but me. She parted her lips slightly as she looked at me, wondering which question to ask first.
What was she wondering? Who I was? Or for that matter, who she was? I knew which, of course, she was my creation. She didn’t ask anything out loud. Rather, she looked down at herself. She touched her hands to her stomach, feeling the silky gown. She rubbed it against herself, feeling it against her sensitive skin. She had never felt the sensation of touch before. I grinned as the thought occurred to me - it would not be the last time.
“Hello Delta.” I said.
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More to come, hopefully. Intruiged? Disgusted? Bored?
This story is the result of a strange inspiration. I certainly hope nothing like this has been done before. I was inspired by the forum itself, when I was skimming through the original artwork. I noticed how many artists have their own personal characters. Although story series often have recurring character, it is not the same. There is often a fantasy relationship between the artist, and his creations. For example, GrippedChimp and Dave2112 often introduce their pieces as though they actually had done these things with their creations. They even include themselves in their pictures some times.
I begun thinking of whether or not there was a similar relationship between author and characters, and I don’t think there is. Basically, my next story is a bizarre attempt to make said equivalent. A ticklephile, like us, and his fantasy creation. I hope you understand what I’m referring to, and what I’m trying to build on.
I want to know what you think of this. It is only an introduction,and does not include tickling, as I have not finished the story yet. I’d like to, but I want to know whether or not you like the style. Hopefully you will, but this is essentially a sample, for you to get a taste of what I mean. Let me know if you want more.
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I observed my creation, adding the finishing touches. This was sure to be the final draft, I seemed to have perfected my technique. It was my fourth attempt, not being satisfied with my previous three efforts. After discarding the first, I had begun mentally referring to it as my Alpha attempt. The theme stuck throughout Beta and Gamma, and for the sake of continuity, I decided to continue with it. So, now about to perfect my fourth creation, I decided to name her Delta.
Nothing was particularly disastrous about Alpha, Beta, of Gamma...but something about them just didn’t ring true. It’s hard to explain. As an artist, you can’t always spot problems in your own work objectively, but...you just feel whether your work is truly what you intended.
It was this way with Delta. I could feel that she would be exactly what I wanted. I won’t bore you with the details of the construction of her character, but suffice it to say, it was perfect. Perfect for what she was intended for. No, I won’t bore you with that, but you may be interested in what I was doing at the moment of her perfection.
I was adjusting her physical features. She looked young. Not young like a child, but rather a charming, youthful femininity. A lovely young woman. Caucasian ethnicity, I had experimented with her hair, but finally had settled on a blonde colour. Not a platinum colouring, her hair was more of a golden sandy quality, which cascaded down her back to the bottom of her shoulderblades. Her eyes were a bright emerald green. I had much trouble deciding between green and blue. An conflict I had with all four models. She stood about 6 inches above five feet, and was thin. Not too thin, and certainly not muscular, but of a curvy, svelte figure. Her breasts were somewhere in the larger end of a b cup. I had also thought about giving her glasses. It was a cute look for Beta, who was a taller, slim brunette, but didn’t seem to fit Delta. So I left her vision alone.
Delta stood there, looking beautiful, although I hadn’t given her sentience. For now, she was simply a shell. A hollow spectre, as I finished my creation. I was done, it would seem. I had her dressed in a silky white nightgown, which shimmered against her skin, and ended a few inches above her knees. I was tempted to have her naked in chains...after all, I had to but will it, and it would be so. But that was ridiculously easy. That was not the point of my creation.
Satisfied, finally, I woke her. She blinked. I smiled now, realizing that my creation had come to life. Her eyes scanned left to right, seeing nothing but me. She parted her lips slightly as she looked at me, wondering which question to ask first.
What was she wondering? Who I was? Or for that matter, who she was? I knew which, of course, she was my creation. She didn’t ask anything out loud. Rather, she looked down at herself. She touched her hands to her stomach, feeling the silky gown. She rubbed it against herself, feeling it against her sensitive skin. She had never felt the sensation of touch before. I grinned as the thought occurred to me - it would not be the last time.
“Hello Delta.” I said.
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More to come, hopefully. Intruiged? Disgusted? Bored?
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