Lake Superior
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The sun was too bright and he hated it. He wished it would go away and he could be back home with his books and Ike. He'd gone to sleep in the inn with the others but when he woke up he was the only one in a different place and he hated it. He knew enough of this place to not be an idiot and think the fortress looming over him was anything other than Castle Muspel. What he didn't know was why he'd been left outside it in the shade of a tree amidst a beautiful garden though he could hazard a guess as to why his sandals had been taken. He'd been here for about two days now and had been avoiding guards and other people in general by hiding in the foliage.
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The first and only person he'd seen here was that Hoshidan Prince, Corrin and that had hurt. He still remembered vividly that idiot saving him what felt like ages ago. He'd run as he was told when he'd saved him but the fool hadn't shown up later with the others. He'd been on that first battlefield when Surtr had trotted out that giggling idiot that once been Corrin. His stomach had roiled at the idea of how close he had come to being the one in those ridiculous scarves. He'd felt overwhelming guilt about that ever since but he'd fought as hard as he could for the Order alongside Ike and the others. There was no denying how things had been going though especially after their latest disastrous attack. Of all those who'd snuck in and try to end this only two had come back and both Chad and Kaze had been distraught when nobody had followed.
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Still that he alone had been abducted from his bed to be dropped here before a foreboding castle alone and afraid again was like something from a nightmare for the mage. The worst part was that his tome had been brought with him and placed in the center of this lush garden he'd been deposited in. It sat upon a pedestal surrounded by growing snapdragons that to a short thing like him came up to his ears. The flowers weren't what scared him though. That giggling idiot Corrin spent the majority of the day sitting upon the small ledge before those flowers humming to himself like an idiot. Soren had watched the buffoon spend a solid three hours one time simply stroking a blade of grass up and down his own creamy sole. Despite being barefoot constantly somehow the idiot kept his sole clean enough to the point that the pink skin seemed to almost shimmer.
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Soren blushed as he realized that once again he was dreaming of that fool's ticklish feet. He couldn't help it! That moron had been captured yes, but it was while trying to save him! Ike had told him that was what comrades and friends do for each other and rolled his eyes when Soren had asserted he didn't consider that barefoot imbecile as either. Ike had kept with him in this realm even as his tactics became less and less relevant here as things became more and more about...
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"Hehehe whahat?" Soren came out of his thoughts to the feeling of something fluffy betwixt his toes. He looked down to see that somehow in his dreamy state he'd stood with a small flower between two of his toes. He huffed at the stupidity of it before winding up to kick the stupid little thing away. His other foot caught on something though and the pouty mage windmilled his arms before landing flat on his face. He looked up burning in embarrassment just in time for the wind to stir the petals of the flower and tickle his nose. Soren gave a childish chuckle and was about to embark an epic pout the likes of which the world had never seen when he heard bared feet padding over to him. Though Corrin had been a friend once he knew exactly what happened to those Surtr had taken and what they were trained to do and Soren wanted no part of it.
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His eyes darting about landed on a nearby rose bush and Soren took off like a shot to hide in its brambles. In his rush, he had no choice but to accept the way the thorns shredded his robes at the moment. Eventually, he attained a comfortable kneeling position from which he could watch as Corrin investigated the noise he'd heard. The lithe dragon prince looked about to see if he was sharing this garden with anybody as Soren did his best to remain quiet. This was especially hard for Soren as he hadn't noticed a gnarled root slowly poking out of the ground next to his bared and taut little size 9 feet. If he had been watching he would have noticed how the piece of wood curled like the knotted finger of a crone to reach its target. It scraped gently along Soren's foot making the wind mage jump and clap his hands over his mouth to remain quiet. It scraped back and forth along his plush heel while Corrin began investigating each of the other bushes around him one by one to see if somebody was hiding. The giggly slave had a distinct feeling that somebody was watching him and was going to find out who.
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The fool known as Twinkle-Toes was finishing up at a bush not far from Soren's one when mad laughter rang out through the garden from an unknown victim. The barefoot hunter clapped his hands in glee and ran off towards it wiggling his fingers menacingly. Soren watched him run off through teary eyes and waited there a beat until he was sure it was safe. Once he was sure that it was all clear he jammed a knuckle between his teeth as he curled up laughing and with the other free hand pulled at that blasted root. Incensed at how he'd almost been undone by a plant. He pulled at it in a mad rage that was stoked further by how it resisted his attempts to kill it. If the moody young branded had been in a clear state of mind he would have concluded that his scrawny form probably wasn't the best suited for trying to uproot a tree. Instead though in a rage he pulled fruitlessly at it in a rage which turned to surprise when the root did come out partially. He kept at it, using the longer length of root to curl around his wrist to allow him a better grip to pull more of the plant up.
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Soon he had enough of the root pulled up that he'd looped it around his waist as well. The vengeful Tellian continued to try and kill this plant. He let out a girlish yelp when the root suddenly constricted tightly around him. It pulled his wrists to his sides tightly and yanked him down to fall on his face. His bare feet kicked fruitlessly as he was pulled along the ground on his belly until he was between a pair of blooming flowers. A flushed Soren looked about for whoever was casting this spell and missed as the two plants on either side of him bent at the stalk downwards towards him. Their petals opened up and revealed a pair of blooming pink and wet tongues that he didn't notice until both plunged into each of his ears.
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Soren howled at the feeling of the wet organs sliding around inside there but when he would try and pull away from one it would just allow the other to go even deeper. Even though he was far from strong he was still managing to break the root wrapped about him albeit slowly. While he did that though he had no choice but to simply lie there and take it as the blooming flowers slimy tongues wiggled and swirled inside his ears questing to go as deep as they could. Soren couldn't stop his mind from picturing them inside him and his cock twitched in response to it. When he finally got loose of the roots he rolled away from them as quick as he could but still felt the tongue sample his neck as he did so.
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He huffed and tried to get his breath back before getting mad and stomping on one of the flowers as vengeance. This was a mistake he found as he became acutely aware of that tongue sliding around his sole each time it came down on the plant. Even when he was sure it was good and dead he still giggled as it's the last gasp had been to lodge the organ in between his toes. It dangled there as Soren sat down and gingerly picked it out before flicking it into the grass in disgust. He heard feet coming closer and realized Corrin must have heard his embarrassment. He took off running in the opposite direction from the sound of the approaching dancer boy. He ran and ran as fast as he could for as far as he could make it but he was still scrawny mage lacking muscle or stamina. Eventually, he had to stop and looking about he realized that Corrin must have been left a good while back.
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His stomach rumbled and he clutched it with a sour look. "Why not? My stupid body has already betrayed me several times here with damnable ticklishness why not now whine for fuel as well?" He looked about and spied a tree blooming with bunches of long yellow fruits. He recognized those as a fruit he and Ike had tried back at Castle Askr together and he licked his lips remembering the taste of those "Bananas" as that Itsuki boy had called them. He licked his lips at the thought of any kind of food right now but those especially had the little mage's tum growling. He didn't like the idea of climbing this tree very much though but it was either that or go hungry he supposed. A spot of yellow caught his attention and his eyes widened at the sight of one of them just lying on the ground.
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Normally a neurotic mind like Soren's would question something like this. However, under the stress of being marooned in enemy territory, chased by a brainwashed former comrade and the looming threat of sexual enslavement on top of being hungry, his mind questioned nothing. He took the banana and slowly unpeeled it, taking a hesitant nibble at the tip. He was struck by the taste and how good it felt to have something in his belly. He sat down at the base of the tree and continued peeling the banana and started licking the tasty fruit to allow himself to savor it. At first, his eyes kept watch on the horizon and his ears were alert for sounds of danger. Soon though the focus was entirely on his food. He reclined back on the tree but jumped at the thud of a bushel of these delightful things falling before him. His eyes went wide as his stomach took the reins.
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Soren pounced on the fruits and went wild. Soon he was unpeeling five or six at once and shoving them into his mouth. He was licking them all over before taking the entire length of each into his mouth as the next step. The branded lost count of how many he'd had as he reclined back on the tree with a full belly as his eyes fluttered closed with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. He launched into a sweet dream of when he and Ike had both first had those bananas completely unaware of the curling vine stretching down from the foliage above him. He remembered how at first he hadn't liked the shape due to what it reminded him of but Ike had laughed it off and eaten three of them to show Soren he was being silly.
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The pair had been hot off a battle against Hel that had not gone well at all. Alfonse had warned them on how the war had changed here and Soren had seen it himself yet still he and Ike had adopted conventional tactics. Ike had charged a trio of Armored Fighters and cut one down but had been helpless as one of the others than scooped him right off his feet. The other had shed him of his boots and soon he was face down in the grass with the two massive forms kneeling on his thighs to keep him there. Soren had tried to help his close and special friend who's size 12's were currently being devoured by two sets of cold armored fingers but his attempt to cast wind magic had been cut off by an archers shot. He had no idea how they managed it but the blasted husk had fired some kind of rope that completely encircled and bound him in seconds. Soren had toppled over helpless to do anything but watch as Ike pounded his fists and howled. He'd been picked up off the ground and propped up by one of Hel's troops but only so that his robes could be ripped enough to make his cock spring free and the warrior could start stroking a feather up and down its length.
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This all played out in Soren's dreams as in the waking world the vine twisted about him just as he dreamt and bloomed a gentle white flower to tease his manhood as it peeked out from his tattered robes. In his dreams, Soren was helpless as Manaketes carried him away from a trapped Ike while the reality wasn't that far off. His dreams only grew more vivid as the strange ingredients in those readily offered fruits he'd so greedily wolfed down kept him in a deep sleep as the tree took him up into its branches and began a process with the sleepy Soren. In his dreams, Soren had been saved by Ike-y poo and was in a warm hug with his close friend. In reality, something else was happening and if Soren hadn't been all full of drugged banana's he would have wondered what was going when another of those tongue flowers bloomed and began to tease his nose. In his dreams, though he just forgave it as some silliness Ike had picked up from the sub-hum-...Laguz.
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He slept for a while but slowly the dream fell apart and Soren returned to the waking world. However, it was to not just a bit of confusion. Despite his eyes being open Soren saw nothing but darkness. He tried to move but his arms were pinned to his sides by whatever it was that had encased him on all sides. He tried to struggle and found that whatever it was he was inside had its walls lined with thin bristles that slightly tickled when he touched them. He tried kicking his way out and put a tiny hole in his prison with one of his toes but wished he hadn't. At once all the tiny bristles came to life wiggling and whipping all over Soren's skin. He thrashed about inside this tube he was trapped in until he heard a muffled voice from outside his prison.
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"Ooooh look at the size of this! Did my friend the tree catch me a tasty treat?" Something wrapped around Soren's prison and the tendrils ceased their torment. Soren swallowed hard as light flooded his world from up by his feet. If he could have seen how ridiculous he looked he would have died of shame. The tree that had been so generously feeding the mage had taken offense with just how many of its bananas he had eaten and decided to turn this greedy piggy into one! Corrin had stumbled on a giant version of the sweet yellow tube fruit and now as he peeled it from the top he was rewarded with the sight of a pair of soft, moist 9's as the tasty innards.
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Soren screamed down at the bottom of his prison as he felt a warm tongue lapping down his helpless sole. He wanted to try and wriggle free but he knew what that would get him. Corrin's tongue explored every single inch of his trapped feet, poking into every wrinkle lovingly, pinching back each toe to get under the pads and all along the stems. The prince's little fangs dragging along Soren's heels broke him and he went to the only option he could think of. As Corrin nibbled tenderly, lapped affectionately and kissed cheekily all over Soren's helpless feet the strategist recklessly bit and chewed at the skin of the peel imprisoning him from the inside.
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The tendrils sprang to life again and wrecked Soren from all sides. One even lodging itself in his navel and began spinning around in there. Still, in absence of being able to gnaw through his own ankle, Soren kept on chewing his way through the banana and making his tunnel to freedom. He started to see light and took that as encouragement even as one bristly tendril had gotten into his nose. Eventually, the tendrils attacks died off and Soren only had to focus on trying to drown out that idiots demonic tongue from his mind which was still quite the task considering how he'd decided that his soft heel was his favorite spot. Soren slipping his way out through the hole that was getting bigger and bigger went unnoticed for the most part.
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When it came time to pull his feet away he did it quickly but found them pounced on as Twinkle-Toes was none too pleased to give up his meal. He looked over to see the dancing boy and their eyes locked right before he popped the mage's big toes into his mouth and gave them a big long slurp. Soren fell into a giggly pile but gritted his teeth pulled his feet free and took off like a shot with Twinkle-Toes in hot pursuit. The mage put all his energy into getting his still drool covered feet moving but the brainwashed Prince was closing in due to the difference in their physiques. Soren looked about for a way to shake him and saw a field of corn growing here in what seemed to be Hel's massive monument to botany in general.
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He ducked in there to try and lose Twinkle-Toes with the lowered visibility. He immediately regretted it though as his first step in between the corn stalks had his feet sink deep into the mud until he was stuck up to his waist in the stuff. He kicked and fussed and tried to get free when he saw a smug Corrin watching him and waving. "I could help you out of there my cute friend. Just ask me and I'll save you." "Never! I'd stay here and grow roots rather than go back to more of that blasted tickling you love so much!" "Oh? You think that's not going to happen?"
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A leathery rope drew itself tight around Soren's wrist and he looked to see one of the ears of corn had bent it's stalk down to wrap around his arm. He tried to pull away as another did the same to capture his other arm in a similar way. "Uh-oh, hubby it looks like your in for it now. The corn's really mean so watch out." The two stalks forced their tops into Soren's palms and the mage shrieked as they opened up and each individual kernel vibrated independently against his hands and fingers. It was like a million vibrating little wet stones attacking each nerve individually and he was screaming in seconds. "I HAHAHTE THIS PLACE SOOOHOO MUCH!!" "Awww silly boy you don't sound like it. You look like your having the time of your life!"
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More of the vegetation bent down as the two at his arms pulled him onto his back into the mud. They bloomed to show their vibrating ears of corn and all began stroking them all over Soren's helpless stomach and chest while he grew redder and redder. One particularly thick piece waited over Soren's deep navel and popped off a few still vibrating kernels that lodged themselves inside the adorable divot and kept on pulsing. Deep in the mud, Soren worked his feet kicking to try and get to solid ground to kick off and run but when they found it they broke right through the somehow dry earth and ended up in a moles burrow.
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His feet flailed about as the inhabitants of the den came to examine these intruders in their home. Their poor eyesight made it so the only way the underground dwellers could investigate his wiggling toes was to force their cold noses between them. This allowed their long bristly whiskers to reak havoc on Soren's toes as the younger moles pushed their noses around on his smooth heels. This all added to the corny torture above had Soren not able to see through the tears in his eyes as he stopped making words and instead gibbered helplessly as the plants got his cock free of his destroyed clothes and trapped it between two vibrating ears of corn. Soren added his own salty butter quickly and went limp as Corrin clapped and it all stopped. "Had enough? Need a hand, my ticklish friend?" Soren nodded and passed out then and there as he felt Corrin's hands close on his wrists and begin pulling him out
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When Soren's eyes opened again it was to the sound of running water. He looked up and got a face full of it as he realized he was in a fountain. He looked and saw Corrin humming happily as he splashed water along the mages leg and washed away the last of the mud and cum. A lock of Soren's hair fell into his eyes and as he brushed it away he realized it had been cleaned. He blushed at how long he must have been unconscious just as Corrin worked his sneaky fingers to start cleaning the little half-dragon's taint. Soren moaned loudly and suddenly his mind was abuzz with simply staying here in this fountain.
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A new life flashed before his eyes as a dirty merboy here for Corrin to come back to and lather all over with soap and gentle touches. Occasionally giggling along as Corrin scrubbed in between his little toes or dug into his navel. Maybe a life like that wouldn't be so bad he thought to himself as Corrin offered him a piece of fruit. He was just about to bite into it when his mind suddenly flashed an image of Ike at the castle to him. In a flash, Soren pulled the dancer boy into the fountain and stuffed the apple into his teeth. The wet and desperate branded took off in a direction chosen completely at random with the intent of getting away from the prince turned giggly slut.
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A glance over his shoulder just showed Twinkle-Toes giving chase but he quickly lost sight of him. Soren wondered if this meant he was going to get away before his freshly cleaned stepped on something that went splat beneath his wiggling toes. Soren looked down to see some kind of squash that he had just...well squashed. He took a step back and the other foot did the same on another of the orange vegetables. He looked about to see he had stumbled into a patch of the vegetables. Thick vines ran along the ground between each of the vegetables and to his horror they started to shake in response to his accidental attacks.
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Soren looked about but just saw more rows of them in all directions. He tried to run but one had already looped itself around his ankle when he hadn't noticed. It went taut and the strategist was dragged away screaming. He'd been kicking at first but he'd soon realized that the leaves on the vines were actually quite soft and it was bad enough his entire body was being dragged through them. He didn't need to stuff his one free foot in as well. Soren's eyes went wide at the sight of one massive pumpkin in the center that towered not only over the others but himself as well. He finally got his thin ankle free and tried to run when he realized he'd been surrounded.
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Soren was completely surrounded on all sides by a neatly regimented, three deep row of smaller pumpkins. He stopped in fear for a minute that he thought was silly until they all about faced as one. Each and every one of them had been identically carved. They'd all been hollowed out to bear a face of open-mouthed hilarity and worst of all each bore Soren's own branded mark right between their eyes. One rushed forward and quickly took Soren's whole foot into its mouth. He fell back shrieking as it fell like his foot had been pulled into a world of contracting, wet muscles that existed only to suck roughly on that trapped foot. Soren fell back wailing and moaning at the attack and before he knew it another of them had his one of his hands, which received a different sensation. It felt as if it was being forced through a pair of soapy fluffy brushes that whirled at breakneck speeds to scrub in every nook and cranny of his delicate palm and thin fingers.
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Soren kicked and shoved as best he could to keep his remaining limbs free of the blasted things but froze in horror as one dashed between his legs to take his cock full in. Wherever his genitals had gone was freezing cold, save for a thin needle of gentle heat that he could feel draw closer. The tip of this only source of warmth drew itself up and down, side to side and even traced lazy symbols all along Soren's length making the desperate mage go crosseyed with mind-melting laughter. Attacked by all of these sensations, Soren could only go limp and watch as his other hand and foot were also taken. The foot was suddenly assaulted by the feeling of fingers of all different kinds attacking every inch of it. Some had rough pads and calluses while others had devilishly manicured nails and others were fat and sweaty. They all worked in unison to dig into every single wrinkle on Soren's milky sole and to take control of each of his short toes and twiddle them back and forth while scratching their stems from every angle. Soren's other hand felt as if it was trapped in a web of the purest and softest silk he'd ever felt that wound and wrapped between each finger and around his palm to saw back and forth so horrifically slowly.
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Soren's tired head was even popped into yet another pumpkin and when his eyes adjusted to the change in the light he looked around. His head now protruded from some kind of pedestal and a gaggle of noble-looking ladies ogled it all clad in masks that denied them any kind of features and actually gave them the appearance of lacking faces entirely. A metal clamp quickly approached Soren's cracked lips and seized them to trap them in a puckered position. Once that had happened and Soren's wild laughter had been silenced the women fell on him. Wielding makeup brushes, rouge dusters, combs and even tubes of lipsticks they set to giving Soren a tickly beautification. His lips were given a delightful shade of red, his eyelashes teased out and his cheeks dusted to help with his pallid complexion. Behind him, more of them soaped and scrubbed his long hair while giving him gentle tickles to the back of his neck and his ears. Soren's mind felt as it was slipping away from all the different sensations.
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He was vaguely aware of the feeling of something wrapping around his waist but it wasn't until he was lifted by it that Soren realized the vines were back. Soren noticed that his penis was dripping white and supposed he had ejaculated at some point from all of that and hadn't even noticed due to the intense sensations He was pulled skyward by the vines and out of the various tickle hells that each of the pumpkins had placed him in. He was practically limp as they lifted him up into the opened top of the Great Pumpkin in the center.
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Soren was dumped in rather unceremoniously and braced for similar circumstances as the small pumpkins. Instead, the vines bound around his wrists and ankles and pulled them forward to secure them to one side of the squash. He was positioned in a way that allowed the strange nub sprouting in the center of the chamber to be forced between his legs. The slimy bristles along it were actually rather soft on his thighs he noticed. It shook as if in offense and began to grow taller until it poked out of the top of the pumpkin. Soren was pulled even tighter against it so that now even his face was lost in its slimy brushes.
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When it slowly began to turn in place Soren realized what was going to happen and tried to pull away however the vines were like iron in his exhausted state. They grew in speed just like Soren's laughter until he was fully on the whirling brush with his thighs, balls, dick, birdy chest and red cheek were being scrubbed by the impossibly soft tendrils whose slime allowed them to reach astounding speeds. Unbeknownst to Soren, another vine was sneaking up behind with a number of flowers blooming from it that all hung out pink, wet and eager tongues. The vine wrapped around his waist and the tongues began lapping up and down his skinny tum as the tip of the vine ventured between his ass cheeks to give another flower access to his own pink little flower. The tongue slipped up inside Soren and his whole world went white as his voice faltered and cracked at the intrusion.
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His body started to rock in rhythm to that one dirty tongue's cleaning up before his resolve finally flared at another thought of Ike and the others waiting for him. Soren turned and bared his teeth to bite deep into the fleshy pillar before him. The pumpkin around him shrieked at the attack inspiring him. He planted his feet on the pumpkin's wall and pulled back with his teeth to break the pillar. The pumpkin shook and the vines went limp around him. Soren fell back and breathed a sigh of relief as the pillar fell before hearing something outside that made his heart fall into his stomach. "Ohhh Sooooren!! Where are yooou ticklish Sooooren?!?"
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Soren held his breath and tried to hope that the giggly idiot would just wander off. "Oh, where could that Soren be hiding?! It's ever so dangerous out here in the garden for somebody as weak as him! All kinds of tickle monsters and traps just waiting for a poor boy like him. He's not safe out there!" Soren bit his lip and tried to keep as quiet as he could. He looked up at the open roof of the vegetable and prayed he wouldn't see Corrin peeking in. He tried to pull his feet free but found they were stuck in the walls of his former captor. "Hmmm, where could Soren be? Maybe he ran off to try and get his spellbook back?" Soren wished he'd done that so very much instead of being trapped like a rat in a pumpkin.
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"Have you seen where Soren went, you adorable little piggies?" Unbeknownst to Soren, his stuck feet had protruded outside the vegetable where Corrin had been watching them the whole time. Twinkle-Toes pinched one of his big toes and twiddled it back and forth while singing to it. "Does this little piggy know where my Soren went?" Soren tried to cover his mouth to keep the silly giggles trapped inside him. "Could this little piggy know instead?" Corrin had bent back the next toe and now nuzzled it gently with his nose. Soren threw his head back and pulled at his hair in response to the sensations. "This little piggy says Sore-y poo's pretty close." Corrin gently twiddling the middle toe to and fro made the tactician lose his composure. He clutched at his poking ribs as belly laughs erupted from him. Corrin smiled along with him but continued on with his game. "Why this little piggy has a hint! He says I'm getting warmer! Why I bet Sore-y poo would love to be nice and warm with me back at the castle!" "NOOHOO I WOHULNDN'T!! LEHEHT ME GOOOHO! THAHAT'S DISGUHUSTING!!" Corrin's latest tactic of simply lapping at the next toe proved the most effective yet as it had Soren begging. The big finale was coming though. Soren felt a pair of lips brush into his littlest toe and heard the intake of breath that would herald his doom. Corrin's raspberry left the young strategist shrieking and clawing at the walls of the pumpkin to free his feet.
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Soren was so elated when he managed to pull them free that he didn't even see Corrin perched atop the pumpkin over him. The dancer boy dove down on top of him and dug right into Soren's pale chest, busying himself by counting each of his victim's ribs. Soren tried to resist but was humbled by how easy it was for Corrin to pin him and have him helplessly under him. The Dragon-Boy's toes invaded the navel of the Half Dragon-Boy and began wiggling there as Twinkle-Toes continued on with his counting and wiggling of each of Soren's ribs. Soren kicked his still squash flavored feet as Twinkle-Toes dug deeper up into his chest until finally, he came explosively up the dragon's back. Soren's eyes fluttered closed as Twinkle-Toes hefted him up over his shoulder.
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When Soren's eyes opened it was to the sight of the sky above him rather than pumpkin so he supposed that was good. The water around him was pleasant though if he had to hazard a guess that meant he was back in the fountain. There was a light and fluffy feeling all along his foot and he looked up to see Corrin idly soaping it up and scrubbing it gently with his fingers. Noticing his sleeping beauty was awake he slipped his fingers between the mages toes and gave them all gentle twists than giggled at how Soren thrashed about in the water. "Ohhh there, there. I was just fishing out a pumpkin seed from between these cute toes of yours. Wouldn't want one growing there, would you? Why with how ticklish these little things are you'd just die!" Soren flushed red again but the cool water did feel good against his skin.
--- Once again the fantasy played through his mind of himself in this fountain forever but he caught sight of Ike in his head again and kicked Corrin off. He scrambled out and took off running once more while this time Corrin just watched. He knew the garden would catch him again and this time he wouldn't be so kind. He padded off to go check on his other little seedling while Soren went off on another adventure. He needed to make sure Nah was acclimating nicely
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Soren ran for a while even though he wasn't being chased. Not stopping until he was sure that he had put quite a bit of distance between him and his jailor. When he stopped to look around his eyes lit up. Before him was his tome on that same pedestal! If he could get ahold of that he could use it to blast his way out of this fluffy hell and back to the others! He moved towards it but stopped as the tall flowers around it all seemed to move in the wind together. Everything else in here had all seemed to be designed to tease and torment him so why would those be-
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"I wouldn't go in there Sore-y poo. It won't end well for you." Soren jumped at the dancer having snuck up behind him and took off like a shot towards the book. He bounded over the small wall to cry of "I warned you." As soon as he entered the field of tall flowers they all turned to greet him. In seconds his face wad drenched as each and every stalk bloomed open to reveal a pair of red full lips. In seconds Soren's vision was filled with nothing but red as they drenched his face in gentle kisses. Something went tight around his ankle and his foot was dragged out from under him with the sole given similar treatment. Soren was on the ground in seconds and this only allowed the flowering kisseyfaces easier access.
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He tried to cover his face with his hands but the kissing flowers just confiscated his stomach next. Every inch of his skinny chest and each of his scrawny ribs was ravaged by constant gentle kisses as the strategist writhed and tried to get away. His foot was pulled by the root that had captured it and soon was lost in a sea of wet, juicy lips getting up into his arches, between his toes and even all along the top. Every inch of Soren's naked frame was just pelted with the kisses. He opened his mouth to scream for help only for two or three pairs of lips to fly in and begin pecking at his tongue. His one free foot actually kicked free of the thicket and was immediately put into a strong headlock by none other than Twinkle-Toes.
--- "Well look what I caught here! It's those same helpful piggies from before! Does this cute little piggy wish it had listened to Twinkle-Toes?" The gentle twiddling was just enough to make Soren wail again and get him a bushel full of cheeky kisses for that poor pink tongue of his. "Does this little piggy want it to stop?" Soren thrashed as the next toe seemed to be a switch to let the flowers know they could fit into his deep navel. His ears also now received their own kisses as his will to resist was smooched away. "This little piggy just has to call and Twinkle-Toes will be all too happy to help! Why he'll pull you right on out of there!"
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Soren's penis spilled all over him from having been graced with too much but nothing was slowing. If anything it was getting worse as the flowers seemed to be slipping under him to start kissing all up and down his back. "This little piggy should know though that this is it. Twinkle-Toes has bailed out Sore-y Poo twice already and he's out of chances." Soren's ticklish taint had three pairs of lips shoved up into it and unlike the other, these three were buzzing the crevice with nonstop raspberries that had his mind dripping out of his ears. It was all too much. He couldn't stand it. "If this little piggy just asks than he'll be safe and warm as Lady Hel's newest chew toy. He'll have his good buddy Twinkle-Toes and the two of us will dance for our queen!"
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Soren couldn't say a word for fear of getting another flowery frenching but when he nodded and was pulled from the flowers, all the same, he was so relieved. However when Twinkle-Toes stopped and left his face in there for it to receive even more kisses than before less so. The former Corrin reassuringly stroked Soren's back but kept the strategist there until his mewling quieted down and his resistance stopped. Once Soren had again lost consciousness he pulled him out and carried him away.
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The sun rose over the fields and Soren's eyes opened. He was still in the same place he had been for a few days now. Buried neck deep in a plot of land contained in Hel's garden of tickle traps. It wasn't long before Twinkle-Toes and Nah buried in the same hole with him. All three's head emerged from the ground in the same way specifically so that the two could attack Soren's cheeks with gentle kisses and also scrabble their nails along his ribs and stomach down in the ground until the real fun began.
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Down in the ground, his feet had been wrapped up in a complex root system grown by Hel. It enveloped his tender peets with sensitive feelers that simulated touch when it's fruit was disturbed. All across the field, it's fruit bloomed in full. Several dozen identical pairs of Soren's pale size 9 feet all poked from the ground greeting the sun. Every breeze that went along them Soren felt as the feelers duplicated it for him. Soon he'd feel even more. He didn't know who did it every night but somebody under Hel's command was tasked with pouring milk and spreading breadcrumbs all over each and every pair of soles he had sprouting out here in this field. He already saw them coming blinking the sleep from their eyes. Animals of all kinds eager to take part in the feast that was his multiple soles. They'd lick, suck and nibble them for hours on end and the plant would make Soren feel every breath of it.
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Hel had said he simply needed to go a full day smiling and had left him Nah and Twinkle-Toes to help with that keeping him nice and happy with sloppy smooches. He hoped Hel would come and get them soon though. He saw the little seedlings sprouting up next to all his feet and was terrified of what those would turn out to be.
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The first and only person he'd seen here was that Hoshidan Prince, Corrin and that had hurt. He still remembered vividly that idiot saving him what felt like ages ago. He'd run as he was told when he'd saved him but the fool hadn't shown up later with the others. He'd been on that first battlefield when Surtr had trotted out that giggling idiot that once been Corrin. His stomach had roiled at the idea of how close he had come to being the one in those ridiculous scarves. He'd felt overwhelming guilt about that ever since but he'd fought as hard as he could for the Order alongside Ike and the others. There was no denying how things had been going though especially after their latest disastrous attack. Of all those who'd snuck in and try to end this only two had come back and both Chad and Kaze had been distraught when nobody had followed.
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Still that he alone had been abducted from his bed to be dropped here before a foreboding castle alone and afraid again was like something from a nightmare for the mage. The worst part was that his tome had been brought with him and placed in the center of this lush garden he'd been deposited in. It sat upon a pedestal surrounded by growing snapdragons that to a short thing like him came up to his ears. The flowers weren't what scared him though. That giggling idiot Corrin spent the majority of the day sitting upon the small ledge before those flowers humming to himself like an idiot. Soren had watched the buffoon spend a solid three hours one time simply stroking a blade of grass up and down his own creamy sole. Despite being barefoot constantly somehow the idiot kept his sole clean enough to the point that the pink skin seemed to almost shimmer.
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Soren blushed as he realized that once again he was dreaming of that fool's ticklish feet. He couldn't help it! That moron had been captured yes, but it was while trying to save him! Ike had told him that was what comrades and friends do for each other and rolled his eyes when Soren had asserted he didn't consider that barefoot imbecile as either. Ike had kept with him in this realm even as his tactics became less and less relevant here as things became more and more about...
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"Hehehe whahat?" Soren came out of his thoughts to the feeling of something fluffy betwixt his toes. He looked down to see that somehow in his dreamy state he'd stood with a small flower between two of his toes. He huffed at the stupidity of it before winding up to kick the stupid little thing away. His other foot caught on something though and the pouty mage windmilled his arms before landing flat on his face. He looked up burning in embarrassment just in time for the wind to stir the petals of the flower and tickle his nose. Soren gave a childish chuckle and was about to embark an epic pout the likes of which the world had never seen when he heard bared feet padding over to him. Though Corrin had been a friend once he knew exactly what happened to those Surtr had taken and what they were trained to do and Soren wanted no part of it.
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His eyes darting about landed on a nearby rose bush and Soren took off like a shot to hide in its brambles. In his rush, he had no choice but to accept the way the thorns shredded his robes at the moment. Eventually, he attained a comfortable kneeling position from which he could watch as Corrin investigated the noise he'd heard. The lithe dragon prince looked about to see if he was sharing this garden with anybody as Soren did his best to remain quiet. This was especially hard for Soren as he hadn't noticed a gnarled root slowly poking out of the ground next to his bared and taut little size 9 feet. If he had been watching he would have noticed how the piece of wood curled like the knotted finger of a crone to reach its target. It scraped gently along Soren's foot making the wind mage jump and clap his hands over his mouth to remain quiet. It scraped back and forth along his plush heel while Corrin began investigating each of the other bushes around him one by one to see if somebody was hiding. The giggly slave had a distinct feeling that somebody was watching him and was going to find out who.
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The fool known as Twinkle-Toes was finishing up at a bush not far from Soren's one when mad laughter rang out through the garden from an unknown victim. The barefoot hunter clapped his hands in glee and ran off towards it wiggling his fingers menacingly. Soren watched him run off through teary eyes and waited there a beat until he was sure it was safe. Once he was sure that it was all clear he jammed a knuckle between his teeth as he curled up laughing and with the other free hand pulled at that blasted root. Incensed at how he'd almost been undone by a plant. He pulled at it in a mad rage that was stoked further by how it resisted his attempts to kill it. If the moody young branded had been in a clear state of mind he would have concluded that his scrawny form probably wasn't the best suited for trying to uproot a tree. Instead though in a rage he pulled fruitlessly at it in a rage which turned to surprise when the root did come out partially. He kept at it, using the longer length of root to curl around his wrist to allow him a better grip to pull more of the plant up.
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Soon he had enough of the root pulled up that he'd looped it around his waist as well. The vengeful Tellian continued to try and kill this plant. He let out a girlish yelp when the root suddenly constricted tightly around him. It pulled his wrists to his sides tightly and yanked him down to fall on his face. His bare feet kicked fruitlessly as he was pulled along the ground on his belly until he was between a pair of blooming flowers. A flushed Soren looked about for whoever was casting this spell and missed as the two plants on either side of him bent at the stalk downwards towards him. Their petals opened up and revealed a pair of blooming pink and wet tongues that he didn't notice until both plunged into each of his ears.
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Soren howled at the feeling of the wet organs sliding around inside there but when he would try and pull away from one it would just allow the other to go even deeper. Even though he was far from strong he was still managing to break the root wrapped about him albeit slowly. While he did that though he had no choice but to simply lie there and take it as the blooming flowers slimy tongues wiggled and swirled inside his ears questing to go as deep as they could. Soren couldn't stop his mind from picturing them inside him and his cock twitched in response to it. When he finally got loose of the roots he rolled away from them as quick as he could but still felt the tongue sample his neck as he did so.
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He huffed and tried to get his breath back before getting mad and stomping on one of the flowers as vengeance. This was a mistake he found as he became acutely aware of that tongue sliding around his sole each time it came down on the plant. Even when he was sure it was good and dead he still giggled as it's the last gasp had been to lodge the organ in between his toes. It dangled there as Soren sat down and gingerly picked it out before flicking it into the grass in disgust. He heard feet coming closer and realized Corrin must have heard his embarrassment. He took off running in the opposite direction from the sound of the approaching dancer boy. He ran and ran as fast as he could for as far as he could make it but he was still scrawny mage lacking muscle or stamina. Eventually, he had to stop and looking about he realized that Corrin must have been left a good while back.
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His stomach rumbled and he clutched it with a sour look. "Why not? My stupid body has already betrayed me several times here with damnable ticklishness why not now whine for fuel as well?" He looked about and spied a tree blooming with bunches of long yellow fruits. He recognized those as a fruit he and Ike had tried back at Castle Askr together and he licked his lips remembering the taste of those "Bananas" as that Itsuki boy had called them. He licked his lips at the thought of any kind of food right now but those especially had the little mage's tum growling. He didn't like the idea of climbing this tree very much though but it was either that or go hungry he supposed. A spot of yellow caught his attention and his eyes widened at the sight of one of them just lying on the ground.
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Normally a neurotic mind like Soren's would question something like this. However, under the stress of being marooned in enemy territory, chased by a brainwashed former comrade and the looming threat of sexual enslavement on top of being hungry, his mind questioned nothing. He took the banana and slowly unpeeled it, taking a hesitant nibble at the tip. He was struck by the taste and how good it felt to have something in his belly. He sat down at the base of the tree and continued peeling the banana and started licking the tasty fruit to allow himself to savor it. At first, his eyes kept watch on the horizon and his ears were alert for sounds of danger. Soon though the focus was entirely on his food. He reclined back on the tree but jumped at the thud of a bushel of these delightful things falling before him. His eyes went wide as his stomach took the reins.
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Soren pounced on the fruits and went wild. Soon he was unpeeling five or six at once and shoving them into his mouth. He was licking them all over before taking the entire length of each into his mouth as the next step. The branded lost count of how many he'd had as he reclined back on the tree with a full belly as his eyes fluttered closed with an uncharacteristic smile on his face. He launched into a sweet dream of when he and Ike had both first had those bananas completely unaware of the curling vine stretching down from the foliage above him. He remembered how at first he hadn't liked the shape due to what it reminded him of but Ike had laughed it off and eaten three of them to show Soren he was being silly.
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The pair had been hot off a battle against Hel that had not gone well at all. Alfonse had warned them on how the war had changed here and Soren had seen it himself yet still he and Ike had adopted conventional tactics. Ike had charged a trio of Armored Fighters and cut one down but had been helpless as one of the others than scooped him right off his feet. The other had shed him of his boots and soon he was face down in the grass with the two massive forms kneeling on his thighs to keep him there. Soren had tried to help his close and special friend who's size 12's were currently being devoured by two sets of cold armored fingers but his attempt to cast wind magic had been cut off by an archers shot. He had no idea how they managed it but the blasted husk had fired some kind of rope that completely encircled and bound him in seconds. Soren had toppled over helpless to do anything but watch as Ike pounded his fists and howled. He'd been picked up off the ground and propped up by one of Hel's troops but only so that his robes could be ripped enough to make his cock spring free and the warrior could start stroking a feather up and down its length.
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This all played out in Soren's dreams as in the waking world the vine twisted about him just as he dreamt and bloomed a gentle white flower to tease his manhood as it peeked out from his tattered robes. In his dreams, Soren was helpless as Manaketes carried him away from a trapped Ike while the reality wasn't that far off. His dreams only grew more vivid as the strange ingredients in those readily offered fruits he'd so greedily wolfed down kept him in a deep sleep as the tree took him up into its branches and began a process with the sleepy Soren. In his dreams, Soren had been saved by Ike-y poo and was in a warm hug with his close friend. In reality, something else was happening and if Soren hadn't been all full of drugged banana's he would have wondered what was going when another of those tongue flowers bloomed and began to tease his nose. In his dreams, though he just forgave it as some silliness Ike had picked up from the sub-hum-...Laguz.
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He slept for a while but slowly the dream fell apart and Soren returned to the waking world. However, it was to not just a bit of confusion. Despite his eyes being open Soren saw nothing but darkness. He tried to move but his arms were pinned to his sides by whatever it was that had encased him on all sides. He tried to struggle and found that whatever it was he was inside had its walls lined with thin bristles that slightly tickled when he touched them. He tried kicking his way out and put a tiny hole in his prison with one of his toes but wished he hadn't. At once all the tiny bristles came to life wiggling and whipping all over Soren's skin. He thrashed about inside this tube he was trapped in until he heard a muffled voice from outside his prison.
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"Ooooh look at the size of this! Did my friend the tree catch me a tasty treat?" Something wrapped around Soren's prison and the tendrils ceased their torment. Soren swallowed hard as light flooded his world from up by his feet. If he could have seen how ridiculous he looked he would have died of shame. The tree that had been so generously feeding the mage had taken offense with just how many of its bananas he had eaten and decided to turn this greedy piggy into one! Corrin had stumbled on a giant version of the sweet yellow tube fruit and now as he peeled it from the top he was rewarded with the sight of a pair of soft, moist 9's as the tasty innards.
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Soren screamed down at the bottom of his prison as he felt a warm tongue lapping down his helpless sole. He wanted to try and wriggle free but he knew what that would get him. Corrin's tongue explored every single inch of his trapped feet, poking into every wrinkle lovingly, pinching back each toe to get under the pads and all along the stems. The prince's little fangs dragging along Soren's heels broke him and he went to the only option he could think of. As Corrin nibbled tenderly, lapped affectionately and kissed cheekily all over Soren's helpless feet the strategist recklessly bit and chewed at the skin of the peel imprisoning him from the inside.
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The tendrils sprang to life again and wrecked Soren from all sides. One even lodging itself in his navel and began spinning around in there. Still, in absence of being able to gnaw through his own ankle, Soren kept on chewing his way through the banana and making his tunnel to freedom. He started to see light and took that as encouragement even as one bristly tendril had gotten into his nose. Eventually, the tendrils attacks died off and Soren only had to focus on trying to drown out that idiots demonic tongue from his mind which was still quite the task considering how he'd decided that his soft heel was his favorite spot. Soren slipping his way out through the hole that was getting bigger and bigger went unnoticed for the most part.
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When it came time to pull his feet away he did it quickly but found them pounced on as Twinkle-Toes was none too pleased to give up his meal. He looked over to see the dancing boy and their eyes locked right before he popped the mage's big toes into his mouth and gave them a big long slurp. Soren fell into a giggly pile but gritted his teeth pulled his feet free and took off like a shot with Twinkle-Toes in hot pursuit. The mage put all his energy into getting his still drool covered feet moving but the brainwashed Prince was closing in due to the difference in their physiques. Soren looked about for a way to shake him and saw a field of corn growing here in what seemed to be Hel's massive monument to botany in general.
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He ducked in there to try and lose Twinkle-Toes with the lowered visibility. He immediately regretted it though as his first step in between the corn stalks had his feet sink deep into the mud until he was stuck up to his waist in the stuff. He kicked and fussed and tried to get free when he saw a smug Corrin watching him and waving. "I could help you out of there my cute friend. Just ask me and I'll save you." "Never! I'd stay here and grow roots rather than go back to more of that blasted tickling you love so much!" "Oh? You think that's not going to happen?"
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A leathery rope drew itself tight around Soren's wrist and he looked to see one of the ears of corn had bent it's stalk down to wrap around his arm. He tried to pull away as another did the same to capture his other arm in a similar way. "Uh-oh, hubby it looks like your in for it now. The corn's really mean so watch out." The two stalks forced their tops into Soren's palms and the mage shrieked as they opened up and each individual kernel vibrated independently against his hands and fingers. It was like a million vibrating little wet stones attacking each nerve individually and he was screaming in seconds. "I HAHAHTE THIS PLACE SOOOHOO MUCH!!" "Awww silly boy you don't sound like it. You look like your having the time of your life!"
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More of the vegetation bent down as the two at his arms pulled him onto his back into the mud. They bloomed to show their vibrating ears of corn and all began stroking them all over Soren's helpless stomach and chest while he grew redder and redder. One particularly thick piece waited over Soren's deep navel and popped off a few still vibrating kernels that lodged themselves inside the adorable divot and kept on pulsing. Deep in the mud, Soren worked his feet kicking to try and get to solid ground to kick off and run but when they found it they broke right through the somehow dry earth and ended up in a moles burrow.
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His feet flailed about as the inhabitants of the den came to examine these intruders in their home. Their poor eyesight made it so the only way the underground dwellers could investigate his wiggling toes was to force their cold noses between them. This allowed their long bristly whiskers to reak havoc on Soren's toes as the younger moles pushed their noses around on his smooth heels. This all added to the corny torture above had Soren not able to see through the tears in his eyes as he stopped making words and instead gibbered helplessly as the plants got his cock free of his destroyed clothes and trapped it between two vibrating ears of corn. Soren added his own salty butter quickly and went limp as Corrin clapped and it all stopped. "Had enough? Need a hand, my ticklish friend?" Soren nodded and passed out then and there as he felt Corrin's hands close on his wrists and begin pulling him out
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When Soren's eyes opened again it was to the sound of running water. He looked up and got a face full of it as he realized he was in a fountain. He looked and saw Corrin humming happily as he splashed water along the mages leg and washed away the last of the mud and cum. A lock of Soren's hair fell into his eyes and as he brushed it away he realized it had been cleaned. He blushed at how long he must have been unconscious just as Corrin worked his sneaky fingers to start cleaning the little half-dragon's taint. Soren moaned loudly and suddenly his mind was abuzz with simply staying here in this fountain.
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A new life flashed before his eyes as a dirty merboy here for Corrin to come back to and lather all over with soap and gentle touches. Occasionally giggling along as Corrin scrubbed in between his little toes or dug into his navel. Maybe a life like that wouldn't be so bad he thought to himself as Corrin offered him a piece of fruit. He was just about to bite into it when his mind suddenly flashed an image of Ike at the castle to him. In a flash, Soren pulled the dancer boy into the fountain and stuffed the apple into his teeth. The wet and desperate branded took off in a direction chosen completely at random with the intent of getting away from the prince turned giggly slut.
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A glance over his shoulder just showed Twinkle-Toes giving chase but he quickly lost sight of him. Soren wondered if this meant he was going to get away before his freshly cleaned stepped on something that went splat beneath his wiggling toes. Soren looked down to see some kind of squash that he had just...well squashed. He took a step back and the other foot did the same on another of the orange vegetables. He looked about to see he had stumbled into a patch of the vegetables. Thick vines ran along the ground between each of the vegetables and to his horror they started to shake in response to his accidental attacks.
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Soren looked about but just saw more rows of them in all directions. He tried to run but one had already looped itself around his ankle when he hadn't noticed. It went taut and the strategist was dragged away screaming. He'd been kicking at first but he'd soon realized that the leaves on the vines were actually quite soft and it was bad enough his entire body was being dragged through them. He didn't need to stuff his one free foot in as well. Soren's eyes went wide at the sight of one massive pumpkin in the center that towered not only over the others but himself as well. He finally got his thin ankle free and tried to run when he realized he'd been surrounded.
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Soren was completely surrounded on all sides by a neatly regimented, three deep row of smaller pumpkins. He stopped in fear for a minute that he thought was silly until they all about faced as one. Each and every one of them had been identically carved. They'd all been hollowed out to bear a face of open-mouthed hilarity and worst of all each bore Soren's own branded mark right between their eyes. One rushed forward and quickly took Soren's whole foot into its mouth. He fell back shrieking as it fell like his foot had been pulled into a world of contracting, wet muscles that existed only to suck roughly on that trapped foot. Soren fell back wailing and moaning at the attack and before he knew it another of them had his one of his hands, which received a different sensation. It felt as if it was being forced through a pair of soapy fluffy brushes that whirled at breakneck speeds to scrub in every nook and cranny of his delicate palm and thin fingers.
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Soren kicked and shoved as best he could to keep his remaining limbs free of the blasted things but froze in horror as one dashed between his legs to take his cock full in. Wherever his genitals had gone was freezing cold, save for a thin needle of gentle heat that he could feel draw closer. The tip of this only source of warmth drew itself up and down, side to side and even traced lazy symbols all along Soren's length making the desperate mage go crosseyed with mind-melting laughter. Attacked by all of these sensations, Soren could only go limp and watch as his other hand and foot were also taken. The foot was suddenly assaulted by the feeling of fingers of all different kinds attacking every inch of it. Some had rough pads and calluses while others had devilishly manicured nails and others were fat and sweaty. They all worked in unison to dig into every single wrinkle on Soren's milky sole and to take control of each of his short toes and twiddle them back and forth while scratching their stems from every angle. Soren's other hand felt as if it was trapped in a web of the purest and softest silk he'd ever felt that wound and wrapped between each finger and around his palm to saw back and forth so horrifically slowly.
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Soren's tired head was even popped into yet another pumpkin and when his eyes adjusted to the change in the light he looked around. His head now protruded from some kind of pedestal and a gaggle of noble-looking ladies ogled it all clad in masks that denied them any kind of features and actually gave them the appearance of lacking faces entirely. A metal clamp quickly approached Soren's cracked lips and seized them to trap them in a puckered position. Once that had happened and Soren's wild laughter had been silenced the women fell on him. Wielding makeup brushes, rouge dusters, combs and even tubes of lipsticks they set to giving Soren a tickly beautification. His lips were given a delightful shade of red, his eyelashes teased out and his cheeks dusted to help with his pallid complexion. Behind him, more of them soaped and scrubbed his long hair while giving him gentle tickles to the back of his neck and his ears. Soren's mind felt as it was slipping away from all the different sensations.
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He was vaguely aware of the feeling of something wrapping around his waist but it wasn't until he was lifted by it that Soren realized the vines were back. Soren noticed that his penis was dripping white and supposed he had ejaculated at some point from all of that and hadn't even noticed due to the intense sensations He was pulled skyward by the vines and out of the various tickle hells that each of the pumpkins had placed him in. He was practically limp as they lifted him up into the opened top of the Great Pumpkin in the center.
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Soren was dumped in rather unceremoniously and braced for similar circumstances as the small pumpkins. Instead, the vines bound around his wrists and ankles and pulled them forward to secure them to one side of the squash. He was positioned in a way that allowed the strange nub sprouting in the center of the chamber to be forced between his legs. The slimy bristles along it were actually rather soft on his thighs he noticed. It shook as if in offense and began to grow taller until it poked out of the top of the pumpkin. Soren was pulled even tighter against it so that now even his face was lost in its slimy brushes.
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When it slowly began to turn in place Soren realized what was going to happen and tried to pull away however the vines were like iron in his exhausted state. They grew in speed just like Soren's laughter until he was fully on the whirling brush with his thighs, balls, dick, birdy chest and red cheek were being scrubbed by the impossibly soft tendrils whose slime allowed them to reach astounding speeds. Unbeknownst to Soren, another vine was sneaking up behind with a number of flowers blooming from it that all hung out pink, wet and eager tongues. The vine wrapped around his waist and the tongues began lapping up and down his skinny tum as the tip of the vine ventured between his ass cheeks to give another flower access to his own pink little flower. The tongue slipped up inside Soren and his whole world went white as his voice faltered and cracked at the intrusion.
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His body started to rock in rhythm to that one dirty tongue's cleaning up before his resolve finally flared at another thought of Ike and the others waiting for him. Soren turned and bared his teeth to bite deep into the fleshy pillar before him. The pumpkin around him shrieked at the attack inspiring him. He planted his feet on the pumpkin's wall and pulled back with his teeth to break the pillar. The pumpkin shook and the vines went limp around him. Soren fell back and breathed a sigh of relief as the pillar fell before hearing something outside that made his heart fall into his stomach. "Ohhh Sooooren!! Where are yooou ticklish Sooooren?!?"
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Soren held his breath and tried to hope that the giggly idiot would just wander off. "Oh, where could that Soren be hiding?! It's ever so dangerous out here in the garden for somebody as weak as him! All kinds of tickle monsters and traps just waiting for a poor boy like him. He's not safe out there!" Soren bit his lip and tried to keep as quiet as he could. He looked up at the open roof of the vegetable and prayed he wouldn't see Corrin peeking in. He tried to pull his feet free but found they were stuck in the walls of his former captor. "Hmmm, where could Soren be? Maybe he ran off to try and get his spellbook back?" Soren wished he'd done that so very much instead of being trapped like a rat in a pumpkin.
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"Have you seen where Soren went, you adorable little piggies?" Unbeknownst to Soren, his stuck feet had protruded outside the vegetable where Corrin had been watching them the whole time. Twinkle-Toes pinched one of his big toes and twiddled it back and forth while singing to it. "Does this little piggy know where my Soren went?" Soren tried to cover his mouth to keep the silly giggles trapped inside him. "Could this little piggy know instead?" Corrin had bent back the next toe and now nuzzled it gently with his nose. Soren threw his head back and pulled at his hair in response to the sensations. "This little piggy says Sore-y poo's pretty close." Corrin gently twiddling the middle toe to and fro made the tactician lose his composure. He clutched at his poking ribs as belly laughs erupted from him. Corrin smiled along with him but continued on with his game. "Why this little piggy has a hint! He says I'm getting warmer! Why I bet Sore-y poo would love to be nice and warm with me back at the castle!" "NOOHOO I WOHULNDN'T!! LEHEHT ME GOOOHO! THAHAT'S DISGUHUSTING!!" Corrin's latest tactic of simply lapping at the next toe proved the most effective yet as it had Soren begging. The big finale was coming though. Soren felt a pair of lips brush into his littlest toe and heard the intake of breath that would herald his doom. Corrin's raspberry left the young strategist shrieking and clawing at the walls of the pumpkin to free his feet.
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Soren was so elated when he managed to pull them free that he didn't even see Corrin perched atop the pumpkin over him. The dancer boy dove down on top of him and dug right into Soren's pale chest, busying himself by counting each of his victim's ribs. Soren tried to resist but was humbled by how easy it was for Corrin to pin him and have him helplessly under him. The Dragon-Boy's toes invaded the navel of the Half Dragon-Boy and began wiggling there as Twinkle-Toes continued on with his counting and wiggling of each of Soren's ribs. Soren kicked his still squash flavored feet as Twinkle-Toes dug deeper up into his chest until finally, he came explosively up the dragon's back. Soren's eyes fluttered closed as Twinkle-Toes hefted him up over his shoulder.
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When Soren's eyes opened it was to the sight of the sky above him rather than pumpkin so he supposed that was good. The water around him was pleasant though if he had to hazard a guess that meant he was back in the fountain. There was a light and fluffy feeling all along his foot and he looked up to see Corrin idly soaping it up and scrubbing it gently with his fingers. Noticing his sleeping beauty was awake he slipped his fingers between the mages toes and gave them all gentle twists than giggled at how Soren thrashed about in the water. "Ohhh there, there. I was just fishing out a pumpkin seed from between these cute toes of yours. Wouldn't want one growing there, would you? Why with how ticklish these little things are you'd just die!" Soren flushed red again but the cool water did feel good against his skin.
--- Once again the fantasy played through his mind of himself in this fountain forever but he caught sight of Ike in his head again and kicked Corrin off. He scrambled out and took off running once more while this time Corrin just watched. He knew the garden would catch him again and this time he wouldn't be so kind. He padded off to go check on his other little seedling while Soren went off on another adventure. He needed to make sure Nah was acclimating nicely
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Soren ran for a while even though he wasn't being chased. Not stopping until he was sure that he had put quite a bit of distance between him and his jailor. When he stopped to look around his eyes lit up. Before him was his tome on that same pedestal! If he could get ahold of that he could use it to blast his way out of this fluffy hell and back to the others! He moved towards it but stopped as the tall flowers around it all seemed to move in the wind together. Everything else in here had all seemed to be designed to tease and torment him so why would those be-
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"I wouldn't go in there Sore-y poo. It won't end well for you." Soren jumped at the dancer having snuck up behind him and took off like a shot towards the book. He bounded over the small wall to cry of "I warned you." As soon as he entered the field of tall flowers they all turned to greet him. In seconds his face wad drenched as each and every stalk bloomed open to reveal a pair of red full lips. In seconds Soren's vision was filled with nothing but red as they drenched his face in gentle kisses. Something went tight around his ankle and his foot was dragged out from under him with the sole given similar treatment. Soren was on the ground in seconds and this only allowed the flowering kisseyfaces easier access.
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He tried to cover his face with his hands but the kissing flowers just confiscated his stomach next. Every inch of his skinny chest and each of his scrawny ribs was ravaged by constant gentle kisses as the strategist writhed and tried to get away. His foot was pulled by the root that had captured it and soon was lost in a sea of wet, juicy lips getting up into his arches, between his toes and even all along the top. Every inch of Soren's naked frame was just pelted with the kisses. He opened his mouth to scream for help only for two or three pairs of lips to fly in and begin pecking at his tongue. His one free foot actually kicked free of the thicket and was immediately put into a strong headlock by none other than Twinkle-Toes.
--- "Well look what I caught here! It's those same helpful piggies from before! Does this cute little piggy wish it had listened to Twinkle-Toes?" The gentle twiddling was just enough to make Soren wail again and get him a bushel full of cheeky kisses for that poor pink tongue of his. "Does this little piggy want it to stop?" Soren thrashed as the next toe seemed to be a switch to let the flowers know they could fit into his deep navel. His ears also now received their own kisses as his will to resist was smooched away. "This little piggy just has to call and Twinkle-Toes will be all too happy to help! Why he'll pull you right on out of there!"
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Soren's penis spilled all over him from having been graced with too much but nothing was slowing. If anything it was getting worse as the flowers seemed to be slipping under him to start kissing all up and down his back. "This little piggy should know though that this is it. Twinkle-Toes has bailed out Sore-y Poo twice already and he's out of chances." Soren's ticklish taint had three pairs of lips shoved up into it and unlike the other, these three were buzzing the crevice with nonstop raspberries that had his mind dripping out of his ears. It was all too much. He couldn't stand it. "If this little piggy just asks than he'll be safe and warm as Lady Hel's newest chew toy. He'll have his good buddy Twinkle-Toes and the two of us will dance for our queen!"
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Soren couldn't say a word for fear of getting another flowery frenching but when he nodded and was pulled from the flowers, all the same, he was so relieved. However when Twinkle-Toes stopped and left his face in there for it to receive even more kisses than before less so. The former Corrin reassuringly stroked Soren's back but kept the strategist there until his mewling quieted down and his resistance stopped. Once Soren had again lost consciousness he pulled him out and carried him away.
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The sun rose over the fields and Soren's eyes opened. He was still in the same place he had been for a few days now. Buried neck deep in a plot of land contained in Hel's garden of tickle traps. It wasn't long before Twinkle-Toes and Nah buried in the same hole with him. All three's head emerged from the ground in the same way specifically so that the two could attack Soren's cheeks with gentle kisses and also scrabble their nails along his ribs and stomach down in the ground until the real fun began.
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Down in the ground, his feet had been wrapped up in a complex root system grown by Hel. It enveloped his tender peets with sensitive feelers that simulated touch when it's fruit was disturbed. All across the field, it's fruit bloomed in full. Several dozen identical pairs of Soren's pale size 9 feet all poked from the ground greeting the sun. Every breeze that went along them Soren felt as the feelers duplicated it for him. Soon he'd feel even more. He didn't know who did it every night but somebody under Hel's command was tasked with pouring milk and spreading breadcrumbs all over each and every pair of soles he had sprouting out here in this field. He already saw them coming blinking the sleep from their eyes. Animals of all kinds eager to take part in the feast that was his multiple soles. They'd lick, suck and nibble them for hours on end and the plant would make Soren feel every breath of it.
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Hel had said he simply needed to go a full day smiling and had left him Nah and Twinkle-Toes to help with that keeping him nice and happy with sloppy smooches. He hoped Hel would come and get them soon though. He saw the little seedlings sprouting up next to all his feet and was terrified of what those would turn out to be.
