Lake Superior
TMF Regular
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2019
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Donnel planted his spear in another Steam Cavalry before pulling it free with a grunt. The mechanized warrior fell to the ground and ceased moving, but before he could catch his breath, the Farm Boy sensed another figure behind him. He whirled about to cut them down but stopped short when saw the massive, Manakete woman who'd snuck up on him. Donnel had never been the brightest boy, and age hadn't made him much wiser. So, the 20-year-old hayseed just blurted out the first thing to pop into his pot-adorned head.
"Careful Ma'am! Pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be sneakin’ around on a battlefield! Do you need somebody to pair up with? I can help you there!"
Donnel really should have paid attention to the deadly-looking lance in the muscular woman's hands – or at least noticed how many soldiers of Askr had been left in a pile behind her – but his mama had always raised him to be kind to ladies, and he was extra nice to the pretty ones. The tense expression on the woman's face had softened which allowed Donnel to relax. This had made it easy for her to hook her lance into his and send the Ylissean's weapon spinning out of his hands and into the dirt. This towering Manakete known as Nott then grabbed him forcefully by the hand and simply strode off the battlefield with her confused farm boy in tow. Donny-boy had followed reluctantly upon realizing his army had been defeated in the mere moments that Nott had distracted him.
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Gosh did he regret that in hindsight. Mama had told him always be a gentleman to the fairer sex, but she'd also told him waaaay back when he was only knee-high to never trust strangers. Turns out that now as he sat in this barn, with a chain around his ankle and a blush on his cheeks after having been relieved of his boots and shirt, that lesson really woulda come in handy. And now there were two pretty strangers, by golly! He'd followed Ms. Nott right back to a big and pretty castle when a big and pretty lady had come marching out to meet her. Ms. Dagr had been a mighty bit nicer to the point where he'd been swept right off his feet by her, Ms. Nott fuming all the while.
He'd never once suspected that this was that there “tickle castle” that everybody had been talking about until they'd brought him inside and he'd heard all the laughing. The Farm Boy asked to go back outside, and to his gosh-danged surprise they'd listened. He heard them outside the barn talking to a few others about how things were going with their "Outside Pet". Donny flexed his short toes and wondered what was on his agenda today. He'd told them he was really good at milking cows, and something about that had gotten them laughing with each other so now he was a mite nervous.
The door opened and Ms. Nott came in to check on him, sans her top. Donny was quick to scoop his trusty pot off his head and hide that little country boy stiffening in his undies from the nice lady's eyes. Nott noticed it obviously, but the sight of him covering his hard-on with that silly thing was enough to make her blush and giggle behind her hand, which was quite cute on a woman who stood at seven feet tall. She unlocked his ankle and kissed him on his forehead before taking his hand and saying they were gonna go work with some vegetables today.
"There's a pair of Ylisseans out there who are supposed to do this but they're always so moody. I'm hoping a little ball of absolute sunshine like you will motivate them to stop tickling each other and tend to that garden. First things first: let's pick some cabbage for tonight's dinner, muffin!"
"Well, I'll be beggin' your pardon, but muffins seem like a mighty strange dinner fer me! But I'll help ya anyway Ms. Nott, cause what kinda Country Boy would leave a dainty lady like you ta dirty up her hands in a field?"
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Donnel snapped off a crisp salute to the Jotun Princess, completely forgetting about his pot-hidden problem until he started to wonder what the blushing warrior was giggling at. He looked down and boy howdy was he tomato-red at seeing how his pot dangled in midair on account of what it was hooked onto. He tried to apologize for doing something so lewd in front of Ms. Nott, but he heard a yelp and looked up to see the dragon lady had vanished. Donnel was as confused as a vampire in a hall of mirrors at where his tall tour guide might have scampered off too. He was always a dense boy so when he kept searching amongst those vines all around the cabbage field, he didn't notice how they always seemed to end up in different places.
The curly-haired farmer finally happened upon a plus-sized cabbage that struck him as especially odd. He walked on up and knelt before it to give it a poke before it bloomed open (just like cabbages totally do…) to reveal a pair of strong stompers with a distinctly lady-like aura that offset their manly appearance. The pair of size 14 feet flexed haplessly but were pinned down by vines wound between each of the long, strong, and proud toes. Donnel looked long and hard at the feet before realizing he'd finally found where Ms. Nott had gotten to!
"What in the plum heck are you doing there, Miss?!" he asked incredulously, not noticing the vines creeping up behind him. At the end of a particularly leafy one was a carrot so fresh that there was still a bit of dirt falling off it. This particular root vegetable was pressed to the arch of the farm-boy’s foot as he knelt in the dirt and was then scrabbled all over his sole by the kinky foliage. Donnel burst out in snorting giggles and tried to shoo the vine away, only for another one to snag him by the wrist.
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"*nnrk* He-hehey nohow! Whahat kind of veheheggie are you? Pffthahaha ain't nohohthing like yohou back on the faahahrm!"
While Donnel struggled to get the vine off his wrist, the leafy plant just drew him in closer. Donnel grabbed at its fluffy leaves to rip it off of him, but he regretted that as his fist clenched onto them and he felt their unique texture. They were so soft, soft enough to tickle along the callouses on the lad's rough hands and between his fingers. He tried to unball his fist, but it acted as twine and tied Donny boy's hand in a way that kept him stuck with his fistful of trouble.
It tried to tug and drag Donny-boy to some unknown place, but he'd already ended up in this heap of trouble by letting the wrong people take his hand, so he was gonna keep himself planted right here! At least that's what Donnel wanted to do, but every attempt to hide his own feet under him was foiled by the carrot that scribbled his foot until he fell back on his bottom. He looked around and saw more vines slithering along the ground toward him, slowly realizing he was in a dung heap of trouble. He should have made a run for it but there wasn't a chance he was gonna abandon a helpless lady in danger. Donny punted the carrot-wielding vine with his bare foot and ignored how the leafy vine quickly tangled itself in the Shephard's ticklish toes. With it out of the way he planted his feet...before he promptly burst out laughing and curled up in a ball of giggles.
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Donny had no way of knowing that the second his warm size 12's had their soles in the crop soil, they'd be barraged by more carrots poking their tips into his cake-y skin. Already giggling like happy hog, he never reckoned they’d sprout up from underground to attack his feetsies like a bunch of goofy gophers! The vines started to curl around Donnel and bound the backs of his knees up behind his neck to try and keep him tucked tight in a ball. In this hunched-over position, Donnel could only wave his arms and kick his legs to defend himself which would leave him even more vulnerable to the vines and…what seemed to be a massive pumpkin slowly crawling its way along the field on green, leafy tendrils of its own?!
Donnel was in some real trouble here but still, rather than try to run or fight his way out, his free hands grabbed his trusty pot and tried to use it as a shovel to scoop dirt out from under that cabbage and save Ms. Nott! He ignored the vines that wound between his toes to force them open and back to stretch his soft soles taut right at about mouth level with that big ol' orange juggernaut on its way towards him. Instead, Donny was pulling at the roots of the cabbage with his hands to try and weaken it from below. He was rewarded with seeing those be able to rip free of those vines and wiggled desperately. Before Donnel could let out a cry of joy though, a big, red tomato was stuffed between his lips to muffle him. He bit into it in protest and little vines spilled from inside the juicy fruit to wrap themselves around his ear and pull it even tighter.
Donnel kept scooping dirt from beneath the cabbage, like a bunny trying to escape a farmer, while those below-ground carrots poked out again and jammed their earthen points right into his ticklish pits. He guffawed as if he'd just been told the funniest joke about a ticklish country boy being molested by a crop of horny veggies, but still kept right on digging under that cabbage until he saw a naked calf poke through the dirt. He started ripping at the leaves of the cabbage right before the vines got around his forearms and tied them to his chest, more like an earthen mummy rather than the earthy mamma's boy he was.
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The sun was blocked out above the twine-and-vine-bound Donnel as the great pumpkin loomed over him. Its carved face opened up and revealed a familiar, green-haired manakete, though she had her back to him as she sucked and bit on the starved belly of a greasy-haired mage. Tied by vines around his wrists to the wall of her squash, Soren sputtered and "Mmmph'ed" into a tomato between his lips as Nah nibbled her way up and down his chest with gusto. The pumpkin's vines took Donnel by the ankles and pulled him into the mouth of the Jack O’Lantern to get Nah's attention.
The Little Miss looked over at the feet that dared to disturb her rack of ribs and weighed her options. She walked over coquettishly and peeked at who they belonged to before waving.
"Hi, Uncle Donnel! When did you get here? I was just playing some games with my favorite Dragon boys! This is Silly Boy, and you already know Giggle-Hunk Gerome!"
Donnel's eyebrows shot up as he looked over at the cabbage he'd just spent all this time trying to liberate. The topsoil cleared away and a pink-haired wyvern rider partially unearthed himself. The trapped young man could get his upper body free but still found his legs trapped below ground in a manner that suggested his knees were bent below ground. He waved his arms frantically to try and save his feet, but Miss Nah just poked her legs from the mouth of the Jack O’Lantern and started scribbling her chunky big toes down her boy-toy's trapped soles. Poor Donny could only wiggle as her fingers attacked his trapped thighs with the same amount of gusto.
"Well now, why are you out here disturbing my gardening hmm? It's not often I get to go off the leash and have fun with my favorite boys but if your volunteering to join them then-
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Nah's proposition was cut off by a muscled arm reaching in and grabbing her tight. Ms. Nott had found her missing farm boy and by the looks of all tomato juice, pumpkin seeds, and topsoil she was shaking off a whole lot more. Donnel winced as he released from the mouth of the pumpkin only for Nah's head to pop out.
"WAHAHAH! MS. NAHAHATTT I'M SAHAHHRRY! I WAS JUUHUHST HAAHAVING FUN! NAHAHT MY TOHOHOES!"
Donnel finally managed to pinch off the vines holding his legs and shook himself at getting free. He stretched a bit before looking back at the red-faced Nah and a new face who was now jutting out of her Jack O' Prison. Soren's cheeks were tinged pink as he snorted and sniffled in an effort to hold back his giggles, but an opportunistic peck on the cheek from the dragon girl made him break.
"NO! NOHOHOO! NOHOOO! I DIDHN'T DOHOO ANYTHING! WHY AM I GEHEHEHTTING TICKLES?! GAHAHA!"
The blush on his cheeks was so mesmerizing to old Donny that he didn't even notice the vine pop out of the pumpkin to catch Gerome by the ankle and drag him right into the mouth of Ms. Nott's veggie fort with the others. He popped right in on the other side of Nah perfectly and was also greeted with a kiss from the manakete before joining the laughing chorus. He saw Ms. Nott's feet pop out of the mouth next with a pair of stiff white feathers being wielded between her toes that started swaying beneath the trio's noses. Donnel was so mesmerized by the that the bunion-footed youth didn't notice the blue-haired gremlin sneaking up behind him until he was tackled to the ground. Poor pothead hit his noggin on the way down and everything went black.
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Donnel woke to see he was in a barn again and he felt the familiar weight on his ankle of a shackle, in fact, he now felt them on both. What he didn't feel on his feet was the ground beneath them. He shook his legs and looked around to see that he was between a pair of standalone fences with his wrists bound up to opposite sides of them and his feet trapped in some free-hanging chains that kept them secured together at the ankles. His body hung in a lazy "U" above the ground and the sight of a bucket below his brown-furred cock made him finally realized what this.
"Dadgummit a milking stall?!?"
Frantic laughter to his side made Donnel crane his neck to see and he realized he wasn't alone in here. Three others were hanging in the same way as him in the next couple of stalls. He thought that shy laughter sounded familiar but wasn't sure until he heard it change.
"Ehehee, nohoo! Pleehease my tohohes are stihihill wehehet! LNahahat another peeheedi-ehehee..! I WIHIILL DESTROHOHOY YOHOHOU! RIHHIP OFF YOUR AHAHARMS AND TIHICKLE YOU WITH THEHEHEM!"
Oh, they'd captured Noire, Donnel looked past the soapy toed archer and saw a sullen Kjelle hanging from a milking stall as well as a terrified Yarne. He was suddenly aware that his feet were quite warm and wet as well. From looking at the soap dripping off his fellow Shepherd's peds he could figure out what was going on but it wasn't until he felt the pumice stone scrubbing his feet down that he really got it.
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"DAAGNAAHABBIT! THAAHAT TIHIHICKLES!"
"Oh, does it? I'm not as good at pedi's as Reena but I guess we can call that a happy coincidence! Your feet are so stubborn we really need to lay into them to get those corns off but now look at them! So smooth, soft, and pokeable hehe! ~ poke, poke, poke!"
Donnel was flabbergasted that he'd been out so long that somebody had scrubbed, sanded, and dusted his poor peds to the point that he was what his Mama would call a "tender-footed palace girl" who needed someone to carry her outside. Donnel had always scratched his head at that phrase as he hadn't understood it and even joining the Shepherds hadn't helped. Heck, his Lissa was a princess and she only got more mischievous when she followed him outside. He kept expecting to find warts on his soles from how many frogs she slipped in there as pranks.
"It's gonna happen, Lissa! They tell them their stories fer a reason!"
"You’re so cute Donnel! If that ever happens then I'll kiss your foot to make it turn back."
"That only works for a prince Lissa! Won't do nothing for me!"
"Yes, it will since you’re my prince" she'd said with a grin as Donnel had flushed beet-red. He'd told Chrom that story, something the Exalt had smirked at and remarked as “cute”.
"Was it so cute when she spent plum near an hour afterward tickling my feet looking for warts?!"
"Yeah, Donnel, it was."
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Donnel could only whimper at the thought of what Lissa would do if she found his feet like this. She'd always told him that she found his little bunions and rough soles adorable and loved how they felt under her fingertips. He'd been a blushy mess when he told her about how pretty he found her feet and how he couldn't believe how soft they were. They'd spent many a night just playing footsies in their shared sleeping bag at the tent.
He sure hoped that if he managed to get out of here that she'd still like him as a tenderfoot—
"PAY ATTENTION TO ME!"
Alfonse tweaked Donnel's newly softened toesies to get his attention and the reaction was immediate.
"HYUUCKAHAHA! WHHAHAT?! WHY DOHOES THAT TIHIHICKLE SO MUHUHCH?!"
"Uhh duh, silly. It's because your feet have been pedi'ed pumiced and polished to the absolute quality expected of a Muspelian foot boy. Just look!"
Alfonse blew on Donny's foot and just his breath made the sensitive skin prickle and elicited a giggle from the farmer.
"Eeheehee stop thahat!"
"Mmmm nope, *phooosh*"
Alfonse blew another stream of hot air down Donnel's foot, and the Hero yelped at the feeling.
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"Why if these are so ticklish to air just imagine how my fingers will feel!"
Alfonse reached under Donnel to show him his wiggling fingers before he gave his nipple a pinch and trailed a finger down his tight stomach.
"Kitchie, kitchie, coo! I'm coming for you!"
Alfonse lowered his fingers lower and lower towards Donny's feet before he sat back on his stool and brought his foot up. Before Donnel could say anything, Alfonse had his foot up and was stroking his big toe up and down the farmer’s long-hanging cock.
"Fooooled you~"
"Unnnngh stop!"
"Why? How else are we gonna fill that bucket? The others all filled there's up nicely and now it's your turn! We need this stuff for plants, Donnel! Do you want the plants to die?"
Alfonse gave Donnel's helpless rear a hard slap that made the Shepherd wince. He instinctively tried to jerk away from the source of the spank but that just let Alfonse give his now hard cock another "toe-ing of the line" and another spank for flinching.
"C'mon now! Fill up the bucket for Alfy! Be a good little cow! Gimme a moo, tickle boi!"
Alfonse's manicured nails danced along Donnel's tanned ass and made the farmer jerk and dance in laughter.
"Bahahaha! Nahaht my daahaddgerned buhuhum!"
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"You mean MY daggered bum...I think...Tickle, tickle!"
Alfonse caught Donnel's meaty cock between his toes and renewed his ticklish spidering of the farm-boy's ticklish ass. Donnel bounced in his chains and laughed his darn fool head off as in a twist on an aforementioned phrase his dancing now GOT him jerked. Donnel couldn't see but over in the other stalls the same was happening to Yarne, Noire, and Kjelle at the hands of Anna, Shareena, and a certain blonde-haired tickle pest Donny was very familiar with.
She'd heard Donny boy's familiar guffaws, but she wasn't allowed to leave until she'd made poor bigfoot Kjelle fill this bucket. That's what Kjelle-y here had tried and in return for it she'd been whisked right off her newly pedicured feet and a bucket provided. Lissa looked over at Misters Lif and Helbindi and gave a little princess wave that had both looking away hurriedly.
They'd both been on the receiving end of her pranks and barely walked away. It wasn't Lissa's fault! She really wanted to see what Lif's shiny ribs tasted like and if Helbindi had been more careful about where he napped then maybe he wouldn't have a story about the Ylissean Princess footsieing his titties til he cried. There was a sound of country-fried yelp and then Alfonse cheering.
"Yay! We're on our way! Let's fill that bucket up, tickle boy!"
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It took almost two hours but by the time Donnel had filled it to an acceptable level his whole body ached. He stepped lightly and was almost certain he could feel the red marks left on his rear from Alfonse's fingers and fun. He sat down in a convenient haystack and let out a tired sigh. He didn't think he plum liked this here life as a tickle pet. He rubbed his tired yet now fancy feet in exhaustion as he enjoyed the rest. All three of them felt heavenly on his tired soles—wait…THREE?!
Donny-babe looked down and noticed the third hand poking out of the hay that was caressing his foot. It was joined by another hand that pulled him by the ankle into the hay.
"He-Hey!" he yelped as he was pulled into the straw. His plush, plump, and pedicured peets popped right out of the other end of the hay and into the lap of a certain princess who'd been dreaming about them all day. Her nails plucked at his toes and marveled at how free of corns and bunions the cute digits were now. Donnel tried to crawl out, but a pair of royal pies jammed themselves onto his face and muffled the country boy good with their royal softness.
"Hey, yourself hayseed, missed youuuu. Love these cute new stompers of yours. Tickle, tickle~ Did you miss your Lissa?"
Lissa's manicured nails had always been able to get butterfly winging it in Donnel's tummy but them caressing his new pampered pies had him flushing hot enough that he felt this hay might catch fire. Lissa's own size 10's rose out of the stack and offered themselves up as comfy pillows for him to rest his embarrassed face on. Donnel was happy to rest here after a hard day of being tickled to fill up his own pot with seed, but something nagged in the back of his head.
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Lissa picked his toes one by one and cooed when they wiggled in fright at her breath being blown on them. She sighed contentedly at the sound of Donny squealing when she trailed a finger down his sole and barraged his arches with kisses as he thrashed under her. That's when it hit Donnel what was wrong, she hadn't asked once if he was okay. The Lissa he knew would always ask if he was okay even as she snuck into his sleeping bag to play feetie wrestling with his dozy pies. He struggled to try and get out from under her but yipped like a dog as her teeth started nibbling his heels. His feet were so ticklish now that they were all pampered up like that, but he had to make sure Miss Lissa was okay. She whined when he finally got his feet away from her before he reached through the straw and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Lissa struggled as he pulled her in but he'd always been stronger than her. Donnel was stronger than most people though, so that's not to say Miss Lissa was delicate! He looked her in the eyes and saw the glazed expression and how she just hungered to keep tickling him. She got her hands on Donnel's bare belly and in seconds he'd fallen back into the hay as a giggly mess with her astride him.
"Coochie, coochie, coo now I've got you hehe! ~"
"Mihihiss Lissa whahaht hahahappened!"
"Nothing Donny, I just love the tickles sooo much! Miss Loki helped me see it! She played with my toes and used magic to have little toy soldiers help! Ohh it was so fun! They tied me down and the little plastic men climbed up my soles! They called me ‘Mt. Bigfoot’ and it was a blast! Donny, tickling’s just the best and I can't wait for Miss Loki to take us both to play! Bathtime is so fun!"
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Having heard enough, Donnel took off like a shot in a mad dash for freedom. He heard Lissa yell something about being sorry, but he wasn't interested at all. He just wanted to run in the direction that was away from all these tickle-nanigans! So intent on running was Donnel that he didn't notice the great swooping serpent that had its eyes on him from the sky the second he'd started running. It zipped through the air powered by an unseen force and with its long mustache trailing behind it looked quite the intimidating figure. If Donny had looked up at it he probably would have balked but instead, he was unaware until the sky-bound snake zipped down and wrapped itself all around him.
Donnel's bare feet were in the air for but a second as he took a step and suddenly his arms were to his sides and the ground was waving goodbye to the tanned hayseed soles. He struggled against the snake until a forked tongue started wiggling itself in his ear like it was digging for potatoes. The chuckling country boy broke out in hiccuping belly laughs as his helpless tootsies kicked back and forth in the air while this creature ferried him somewhere distant. To Donnel's increasing displeasure its long fuzzy mustache whipped in the wind and became tangled with his ten little piggies.
The fluffy streamers coming from the serpent winding between his digits. The tongue slithering about in the warm cave of his ear. Combined to make Donnel whoop and holler up a storm as he streaked through the air wrapped up in an airborne monster. Sounds like an air siren in absolute tickly agony made it pretty easy for Donny to get noticed by another dangerous lady. She watched the dripping farm boy streak through the sky as she readied her ax. Finally, she let it fly with all her strength as he went by. The great weapon of war cleaved the head right off the serpent and Donnel dropped like a sack of rocks. He braced for a hard landing but instead dropped into a very well-muscled pair of arms.
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"Now where exactly were you going, hmm? I'm sure there's still some work around this farm for a homebody like you!"
"Oh gee, thanks fer saving me miss! That dang monster had me good! I thought I was gonna get carried off to some kind of cave and have the bejeezus tickled out of me! I never woulda thought I'd end up in a pretty lady's arms! How'd you get to be so strong and pretty?!"
"Ohhh...uhhh...well...I...ummm—"
"Thanks again for saving me! We should get outta here though! There's all sorts of tickle monsters and crazy folk who'd just slobber over a pretty lady like you."
A rare blush crept over the cheeks of the Goddess of War. Thorr had heard empty flattery before from those who wanted things from her or even for her not to do things to them. The eyes on this little acorn she'd plucked from the sky told her that he legitimately thought she was a fellow captive here and wished her safety. It was too adorable for words, and it made her want to play with him in solitude rather than bring him back to the farm for Laevateinn to tease.
Thorr effortlessly threw the naked and tired Donnel over her shoulder before slipping into a cornfield as a few more of the farm's guard monsters slithered by. She plopped down on her rear out of their view and slapped the bumpkin down on her lap. That's when her eyes widened at the sight of his belly and the little thing in the middle of it. Donny had always gotten a few stares for his outie, but this was the first time Thorr had ever seen one. She put a strong finger in his navel and began pushing it about as Donnel wiggled helplessly in her lap. She teased right below it as well and the farmer kicked his legs helplessly.
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His keen eyes noticed movement in the tall stocks of corn around them though and he tried to watch it through his giggles but the way Thorr's nails teasing and poking his acorn of a navel had him unable to focus on what could be a danger. Her adding the other hands to tease his slight pecs only made it worse and he finally had to warn her. He saw what looked to be a vine shooting out of the foliage and tried to say something but was cut off.
"MISS LOO-Phmhmrr?!?"
Before Donnel could warn the green-haired war mistress a vine had shoved an entire ear of corn right between his lips. More foliage came from its ends to secure themselves to his ears and hold it steady.
"Phmhrm! Mmmphm" was all Donny-Boy could choke out as Thorr hadn't even looked up from her playing with his chest. She skittered her fingers along his pecs and down his torso until they began circling around his defenseless navel like hungry tickle sharks. Donnel couldn't move due to the woman's strength as she held him down to keep exploring his ticklish chest and was in an even worse position to do so as the vines snaked out and wrapped about his ankles.
"Ppphmm! Hmpnm! Cmmmhrn?!" was all he could say in disbelief as more ears of corn were produced and their rounded tips were dragged up his doughy pies. Up and down, side to side diagonally, and even between his toes they stroked as he squealed into his starchy gag.. All while Thorr was now leaning in and blessing each of his individual ribs with a buzzy-lipped kiss while he flailed.
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"Thorr sister, where are you? There's been an escapee and I am so dreadfully bored. How would you like to find this little runaway and make sure his feet can't touch the ground for a few days?"
Donnel had tears on his cheeks when Thorr looked up at the sound of a woman's voice calling her. She clucked her tongue in disappointment at the sound before turning back and giving her little boy-cow's nipple a nip.
"Wait here, I'll get rid of her. LOKI DEAR, WAIT THERE! I'LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!"
The second Thorr released her dear Donnel he was dragged off deeper into the cornfield by the ankles. Not that she even noticed, Thorr was much too busy devising a plan to get her dear sister distracted by tickling that silly Ylissean swordsman out at the chicken coop. It was always so fun to watch the birds peck him mad as he yelled about “Radiant this” and “Mystery of the what have you”. Just throwing more birdseed on his naked form was always fun and would easily keep Loki occupied while she slipped away to ferry her Donnel to somewhere private.
The Donnel in question watched her lead her sister by the elbow from his new forced vantage point. The cornfield had trussed him up onto a post that jutted out in the center of the field of green. His arms were tied to another post behind him head that kept his hands behind his head and his vulnerable armpits open for the crows to peck at due to all the kernels of corn they'd picked up when he was dragged here. The field had even given him a costume change, jamming him into an ill-fitting vest and baggy pair of pants. Both were stuffed full of itchy and tickly hay that dragged, poked, and stroked his skin as Donnel thrashed at the ticklish sensations.
Surprisingly the only vines binding Donnel were the ones keeping his wrists behind his head and his waist to the post. This meant that the barefoot farm child could kick his legs madly in protest at his predicament. He could also do this as a way to try and stop all the various ears of corns that were being scribbled along his soft country soles by those pesky vines that lived in this cornfield. That was mainly why he was doing it and each time he got mad and lashed out with a kick at them, he just knocked more kernels up onto his pits and neck for the birds to peck at.
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All this movement made Donnel so easily noticeable from the air. Once again, an airborne reptile was bearing down on the tickly-footed country mouse. This time it was a muscled Muspellian Wyvern locked in on the farmer’s scent, and astride it was a muscled Muspellian Princess, whose eye Donnel had unknowingly stolen. Princess Laegjarn's mount easily snatched Donnel from his position and into its claws, the dragon's great strength ripping the vines to free him. Before Donnel could even say a word, he was airborne with the dragon's great claws around his arms. He looked down at the cornfield growing smaller beneath his feet and the few kernels of corn blowing off with the wind.
"Hey there! Thanks! You sure saved my bacon Miss! That corn down there was fitting to have ME buttered and popped for a change!"
Laegjarn looked down at the beaming twenty-two-year-old and sighed. She had flown out on patrol from the hero who had made an escape from the farm and had once again found them trussed by the creeping vines in the cornfield. This was just as dull as when she'd been sent out to capture that Leonie girl. She shook her head and became lost in thoughts of taking out her boredom on her ticklish Morgan back at the castle. Now the generals of Muspel chose to forego shoes so when Donny-bab looked up he could see the big brown soles of Princess Laegjarn in her saddle peering down at him.
With Donnel's almost weaponized naivete, he still thought that this nice woman was rescuing him from this tickle-obsessed place. The way he saw it, Laegjarn having her own soles exposed like that just meant that the various tickle beasts and traps would have an easier time of getting you into tears. He wasn't quite sure if the wyvern rider could hear him over the wind, so he thought that the best way to point this out to her was a demonstration. Donnel swung his hips forwards until he could stretch his leg out enough to graze his plush big toe up her sole. Laegjarn snorted loudly at the stroke and looked down at Donnel with a glowering expression. The bright grin from the scar-faced brunette wilted her annoyance with sheer cuteness, however.
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When Donnel swung his hips to do it again though, she was ready. A gauntleted hand closed around his ankle, and Donnel suddenly realized he'd definitely just stepped in it; the “it” he'd stepped in being Laegjarn's devilish fingers, which walked up and down his soft sole as he twisted his bent body in tickly peril. His free foot kicked at her to try and save its compatriot, but she caught it easily as well and then fastened both his ankles into the sword holders for her saddle. Donnel was now stuck and from the way, Laegjarn's fingers were striding up his soles he also concluded he was fit to be plucked.
The wyvern sailed through the sky as the dangerous woman's fingers strode happily along this less beaten path of Donny's that had been exposed with pumice stones and moisturizers. They found a nice spot between a pair of plush rolling hills and decided to prod at the lovingly restored inclines.
"NAHAHT MAH DAHAD GEEHERNED ARHCHES! I'M SAHAHRRY MIHIHISSS! GIHIMME A BREEHEEAK! HAHAH! WE STIHIHLL NEED TO GEHEHT OUT OF HEHERE A'FOHORE ANYONE HEEEHEARS US!"
Laegjarn was absolutely dumbfounded that this young man still thought he was being rescued, so much so that was she that she didn't pay a whit of attention to her surroundings as she piloted her wyvern. So when she eventually crashed into a tree's branches, it was really her own fault.
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Her wyvern yelped in surprise as both its passengers careened off in separate directions. Laegjarn fell helplessly before landing headfirst into a pile of hay. Her big, brown boats stuck out quite conspicuously, so it was only natural for a nearby Lissa to sit on her ankles and enjoy.
"Well hello there...Ash Blossom!" she beamed, inching her fingers towards the prone princess’s tootsies.
Donnel however tumbled down through the branches until his big feet got caught on some, and he ended up hanging upside down just above the ground. He struggled to get free while kicking up quite the din. No matter what though it seemed like he was well and truly stuck. His eyes looked up at the ground beneath him and he noticed finally the sleeping Muspellian below him. The man was quite muscular and somehow had slept through a full-grown wyvern crashing into the tree above him.
The giant slept peacefully until a single leaf, disturbed by the farm boy’s thrashing, fell from the tree. It alighted on his nose and the brute's eyes immediately shot open. Helbindi smiled at the sight of the country boy breakfast awaiting him after waking from his nap. He stretched as he got up and Donnel noticed the thick-looking muscles on his chest and arms as he did so. Donnel let out a yipe as one of those thick arms was looped around his back so that the man could pull him close and start trailing a finger along his stomach.
"Well, what do we have here? Could you be that Hero that tried to run from the farm? Seems like it as I heard he was cute and ticklish."
"Hehehey there! Mahah nahahmes Donnel! And 'm nahaht cuhute!"
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"That's the part you deny, huh? Then I guess ARE the escaped Hero that I'm supposed to return. Shame that you got yourself stuck like this, I kinda like the chase."
Helbindi plunged his thumb into Donnel's navel and the farmboy broke out in hearty chuckles that were sweet to the ear. That sneaky hand around the back began teasing Donnel's juicy rear and some pig-like snorts were added to it.
"Hmmm so maybe I'll get my fun by making you admit your cute. C'mon country boy, say it. Tell me you’re a cute, ticklish little country mouse."
"Hehehey stahahp ihhit!"
"Come on down here and make me. I can feel plenty of muscles here under this soft skin so I'm sure you can put up a fight in a situation where you're not hanging like a pinata for me to tickle. Speaking of! Kitchie, kitchie, coo!"
"Nohohow hahahang ohohn!
"Yeah, you do seem to be doing that. Maybe if we tickle these ribs?"
Helbindi's fingers went to Donny's ribs next and began spidering down them as the farmer crowed like a rooster. He wiggled them beneath the skin, shoved his fingers between them, and even laid a few hard slaps on Donny's belly so he could enjoy the flush of pink he was able to get out of that.
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"Hehehey sta-OWW-stahahap! Thahaht tihihickles an-OWWW-and stihihngs!"
"Does it? Ohh well sorry, my little hill-boy but that stomach of yours is so tight there's nothing to pinch! Gotta try and get you down somehow after all!"
Helbindi ran his fingers up and down the not at all right side up Donny’s sides. He scritched along those jutting and vulnerable ribbies before digging those meaty fingers right into Donnel's pits. The farm-boy was just a giggly pinata as he tried to dislodge his big stuck feet from the branches by wiggling the handsome boats, but he wasn't having much luck at getting unstuck. Now if for some reason Donnel's goal had been to anger a squirrel that lived in this tree, then yes his goal had been reached.
The acorn-fed critter stalked out and saw the big ticklish tootsies that had been shaking its home up. It had originally planned to give these intruders a piece of its mind but like most things in the borders of Muspel at this point, its mind had been afflicted by the blight spread by Surtr's magics. It saw Donnel's defenseless soles, and it thought of only one thing. Donnel broke out in actual "Hee-Haw's"at the feeling of a fluffy tail dusting along his big farm feet and that earned him a fresh crop of slaps on his belly from Helbindi for his trouble. When the squirrel summited up his soles to start nibbling on his littlest toe like it was a tasty acorn though he lost it.
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Its little claws got purchase on the wrinkles on his soles and the little monster paid no attention to the way its big fluffy tail got tangled in his toes. Donnel was braying like a jackass and Helbindi was loving it so much that he didn't hear the crack of the branch. How could he? His head was starting to sting with his own laughter as the squirrel dusted his heel, scrabbled in his arches, and nuzzled his toes like a lover. Helbindi meanwhile was on his third and fourth session of counting Donnel's ribs, and wouldn't you know it? He'd lost count again!
The branch giving way would have been obvious to anyone present who wasn't either: A) getting his brains turned to mush via tickle torture; B) going absolutely, droolingly ballistic with melting somebody else via tickle torture; or C) a squirrel. Unfortunately, the three involved each fell into those categories so when the branch fell it caught all three idiots by equal surprise. Donnel landed hard on his head, the squirrel tumbled down the hill, and Helbindi caught the branch hard right on his own head knocking him unconscious instantly. Poor Donny only hung on a bit longer himself as he wished he still had his trusty pot. Right before he lost consciousness however, he saw a figure approaching the source of the noise before the dreams took him.
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Donnel's eyes opened slowly to the sun so bright he had to look away. He didn't remember it being so bright on the farm, but the sound of crashing waves clued him on being somewhere new. He craned his neck to see golden sand surrounding him and a vast blue ocean just beyond it. His eyebrows shot up as wondered where in the Sam Hill he was now. He struggled to try and sit up but found it impossible. Someone had gone to the trouble of wrapping Donny up tight in towel to the point of near mummification from his shoulders to his ankles. It had been neatly folded in places to allow Donnel's chest to receive the warmth of the sun. It also seemed that somebody had slipped Donnel's cock over the waistband of his swim trunks because it also poked out of his wrappings—
Wait a dashgerned minute! Swim trunks?!
"Mmphmmtrr! Nphmo mmphre!"
"Ihpm tmmphles mmmphter!"
The sound of muffled cries got Donnel's attention. He looked a bit further down towards the water to see two more men in similar positions to his. The green and blunette's however had both been sat up to allow a tall white-haired man to tend to them better. They shook their heads desperately and Donnel was able to see the starfish slapped tightly over their lips.
"Phmn hmmph? Mmpphn?!"
Donnel's own muffled words had made him finally notice that he had a similar piece of sea life slapped on his own mouth. The sound made the tormentor of the other two turn and take notice of him.
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"Ahh, you are " awake" one moment. My boys do so love to be dramatic, but you see they'll thank me for getting the sunscreen so deep into their navels later."
King Freyr gave Itsuki and Linhardt's belly's a squeeze before letting the wheezing slaves lay back on their towel. He stood up and walked towards Donnel while leaving them to squirm on their towel as the tide came in. Donnel's eyes bulged as the tide licked at the two heroes' heels and ghostly hands erupted from the water to twiddle the men's toes. They shook in protest at the sensations but could do nothing with how the towels had wrapped them.
Donnel shook in his own bonds as the tall horned king knelt and caressed his tummy. It tickled slightly but mainly due to how smooth the man's palm was. If anything, he was giggling into his gag over how much it didn't tickle! Then Freyr ran a finger around his navel, and it did begin to tickle quite a bit though. He bounced on the towel and tried to roll away, but Freyr simply leaned down and took a handful of his muscled tum to pucker his cute button as the finger twisted in it. Donnel wiggled his toes and laughed into his gag as Freyr sat down on the towel and sighed contentedly.
He pressed his own soft foot on Donnel's cheek lightly and carefully ran his big toe along the crossed scar there. Donnel snorted at the feeling but then wailed when Freyr reached down and lightly flicked the head of his cock. He hadn't thought about what all this was doing to him until he spilled seed into the towel just from that simple contact. Donny’s mind had been racing from all these situations he'd been stumbling to and from to the point where he'd barely noticed that his lap was getting more and more sticky.
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The sound of gagged squeal made them both stop for a second and look over at Itsuki and Linhardt. The tide was continuing to come in and those hands from the water were riding along. The saltwater was up to the point now where the unfortunate pair's thighs were now being squeezed and fluffed by the ghostly sea-wraiths and in addition, seashells were being dragged along their soles. The two were thrashing as each time the waves came in the hands were able to get higher up their helpless bodies.
Donnel sure did feel sorry for them feller's, really he did, but he was laughing cause of how Freyr had started licking his tongue up the Shepherd's Pies.
Despite the Alfheimr's humanoid appearance his tongue retained the roughness of a common goat's tongue on his ticklish soles. Don't ask how Donnel knew how that felt, just know farm girls can be merciless when they catch a farm boy goofin’ off, and they know which goats are the hungriest and where to find the cream. However, with his feet pedicured and all fancy-like, it now made this so much worse for him. Donnel was hollering into the starfish, but it did not indicate caring whether the boy liked his gag or not. Donnel was starting to feel some real butterflies in his stomach but that might be because of Freyr running his toes along the sore part of his tummy from Helbindi's fun earlier.
He was trying to hate the feeling but between the gentle footsies on his abdomen, the rough tongue lapping up his soft sole, and the reassuring tightness of the wet towels binding him, something was definitely awakening in Donnel. He could very well get used to this...
"Such a good boy you are. I'll give you such nice dreams while I have your here. You'll never want to wake up and see what's happened to you."
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Wake up? Did that mean Donnel was asleep? Was this not real? Well, if this here was just a flight of fancy then was he still on that dang farm? How was he supposed to get out of here? Did he actually want to anymore? The panicked squeaks of muffled geeks got Donnel out of his introspection and a quick glance down showed him that maybe he did want to leave. The water was up to ‘Suki and Lin's shoulders now and the hands were loving them. The pair had about six hands each happily drumming out rhythms on their bellies like a pair of bongos. Four more sets of hands were flossing a strand of wet seaweed beneath each of their nipples while they squealed. One more hand each was gently stroking a wet finger up and down their slender necks while they flushed from equal parts stimulation and sunburn. Worst of all was now how the two's feet were literally hidden by all the hands stroking, poking, scratching, and caressing them.
Freyr clucked his tongue in annoyance at his distracted boy-toy before snapping his fingers. The next wave in the hands left the boys unmolested and instead seized the towel they were resting on. The two let out panicked "Mmmph!'s" as they were dragged out with the tide. Donnel could hear them squealing through the starfish before the hands dragged them beneath the waves. He swallowed hard in fear before squealing like a calf as Freyr started laying nibbles on his dancing Adam’s apple. The farmer twisted and thrashed beneath the swimsuit-adorned dream king, until that milky sole of his pressed its unfairly warm arch against the still wet head of his little feller.
Donnel's eyes rolled back into his head as it all came spilling out. He felt so warm all over his body that he didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the waves grabbing the towel beneath the pair of them and dragging them out with the tide. He closed his eyes in utter bliss, and when he opened them his whole world was once again different.
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The sun had softened back to the afternoon shine of the farm. The air once again smelled of fields and grass just as he remembered it, but something hadn't changed from his dream. Donny-boy still couldn't move a muscle! His bindings were much tighter now but at least they were dry. He was on his back in…some kind of coffin? It was cushioned on all sides, so he was at least cozy. That is until a rotten-faced monster in tattered bandages leaned over the side.
Donnel wanted to shriek in fright, but the breathable bandages covered his nose and mouth as well so all he could do was let out a panicked "Mmmph" as the creature applied more bandages around his ankles to make them tighter. One more leaned in and ran wet rag along Shepherd's forehead while a third ran a bony finger down his chest to make sure the wrappings were even. A tall pale-faced woman with a translucent chest looked down on him from her happy position where she floated above the scene. She saw the fear in Donnel's eyes and smiled.
"Ahh he wakes, a bit early as the preparations for travel aren't quite finished but we can live with it. My servants were just preparing you to be my resting pillow for the trip back to the castle."
"Mmmphhh?" was Donnel's response, and though he couldn't quite convey with this limited vocabulary thankfully Hel was able to deduce his confusion.
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"I was one of those who were happy to help catch this escapee from King Surtr's farm but after looking you over, I think instead I'll take you home for myself. I do have one darling son, but I think you'd make for a perfect second one whose education would be a joy."
Hel floated lower and placed one big barefoot over Donnel's face. Her long toes scritched in his hairline as she let out a sigh of contentment at the way he wriggled beneath him. She snapped her fingers, and the three mummies plunged their bony fingers into various ticklish parts of the unfortunate farmer's helpless body. One squeezed his stomach through the bandages and plucked at his abs through the material making him snort and chuckle. The other picked at the farmer's softened toes making him and squeak and s******. Finally, the third ran clammy fingers up and down Donnel's neck making him wheeze and moan.
Hel continued to rub her foot on Donnel's face while he struggled in his bonds and made various noises, some unwilling and others all too much the other. She was happily anticipating a long ride back to the castle with her bony form curled around the 22-year-old farm-boy, her lips on his toes and her feet on his face. She'd have her mummies climb in to help her keep him entertained by having them tickle the both of them. When she got him home, she practically got a toothache imagining him in the same short-panted school uniform she'd forced on her little Kliff.
"I'm not a child," he'd whine as she pulled the little sweater on her new child. A snap of her fingers and skeletal hands had begun massaging and kneading his baby fat, while she once again explained to her favorite ragamuffin about how to an immortal god of death everyone was as children to her. She loved the idea of this Donnel with his hands hanging above him and his feet up on the desk, laughing adorably as the various phantoms taught and teased the boys about how to be merciless specters of tickle torture.
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Instead, however, she heard a voice calling her name and clucked her tongue in annoyance. That Loki woman was looking for her for some reason, and she knew that the temptress would want to play too should she see her catch here. Hel crumbled her mummies to dust and levitated the lid to Donnel's sarcophagus up with her powers. She slammed it heavily atop his prison to hide her pretty boy from prying eyes. She had no intention of sharing her squeaky little farm mouse with anybody. She floated off to meet with Loki and try to distract the pest away from here, completely unaware of a scene playing out on the other side of the hill.
Otr was breathing heavily as he hid behind a rock and scanned for where Dagr had gone. He'd made the mistake of letting her get too close and, as a result, had gone through a solid ten minutes of her dangling him above the ground and giving his big soft feet a tongue lashing. He'd bawled and begged for a break, and when she gave him one, he immediately took off. The gloomy Nidvallin was desperate for a place to hide when his eyes came across the great ornate box that had left up on this hill. It seemed rather suspicious, but the sound of Dagr calling his name led him to abandon reason and quickly pry open the lid to hide himself.
Donnel was so utterly mummified inside that he couldn't make a peep as the other man climbed inside right atop him. Otr felt something moving beneath him but since it wasn't grabbing or molesting him (for now), he ignored it to try and secure the lid to the sarcophagus. His surprise when it re-sealed itself of its own accord was great. He thought for a moment about whether he'd made a silly decision here as he laid back, but then he Donnel's helpless 12's on either side of his head. The slightly-framed villain smirked and in seconds Donnel had fingers dancing along his stompers, making him giggle and beg into his gag.
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Otr didn't know who he was in here with but was never the kind to pass up helpless feet in need of a good tickling. He danced his rough nails along them as Donnel shook from the tickly sensations racking his body. Otr couldn't see it because of how dark it was inside this sarcophagus, but he did occasionally feel tickles along his stomach and sides. He assumed they were the owner of these heavenly feet he'd claimed trying to get revenge. He paid them no mind and continued to tickle, tickle, tickle all along Donnel's feet, not realizing that those light tickles were in fact the bandages wrapped around the bound Huckleberry, and they were testing this attacker for weaknesses. One fluffed down Otr's sole and a rare smile cracked his lips at the feeling of soft tickles on those big feet of his.
He was not smiling though when the bandages quickly bound his toes together though. He yelped in surprise as Donnel's wrapping worked quickly and began binding Otr tightly to the corn-fed tickleslut to be. They slithered beneath his clothes to rip them away with scything movements before tying themselves around the now bare skin. Soon Otr's hands were tied to his side, his ankles were bound together, and his mouth and nose were covered by the bandages just like Donny. The twist for both was that now their position had been shifted so that each had their head between the other's feet.
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Donnel shifted and sighed at how there was now another boy trapped in here with him because the fool had been thirsty to tickle him, but then he jumped in fright at a feeling. Otr had been quick to adjust to his new position and was now nuzzling his nose along Donnel's heel, tickling him due to the texture of the bandage. Donnel was giggling at the feeling but saw a chance to teach this bigfooted prince a lesson. He pressed his own nose into Otr's arch and started nuzzling right back. The two began eskimo-kissing each other's feet so intently that they didn't notice their stone prison being lifted by Hel's minions at all. They never noticed the feeling of being loaded into a carriage, and when Donnel arrived at Castle Muspel and Surtr got quite the sight upon opening his box.
The two of them were cross-eyed and drooling, still nuzzling each other's peets dreamily as they both sputtered. They barely noticed as Surtr pulled them from the box and placed them on his lap. It would take quite a while for their minds to register it was the King's cock they were nuzzling in this state. Donnel simply giggled in a daze as Surtr's thick fingers tickled behind his ears and down along his spine. No blindfold was needed as Donnel's eyes couldn't focus if he tried. He heard somebody squealing with delight as they dragged Otr away, but his senses were gone even as a big glob of white caught him in the face.
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That had been almost a month ago, and Donnel thought back on the crazy journey it had been for a dusty farmer's son to end up here. He was sweaty and tired as his face was firmly stuck in a sleeping Surtr's chest hair. He looked up and saw the bed surrounded by all the generals, princesses, and dark gods of Muspel. Hel flicked her finger and ghostly feathers fluffed Donnel's spent cock back to full mast.
Dagr and Nott had one of his feet firmly clasped to themselves and the sisters were letting out girlish squeals as they plucked each of his toes. Meanwhile, Laegjarn had his other ankle between her thighs and was covering her mouth as her darling little sister skittered her nails along Donny's foot and her sister's thighs. Helbindi's rough fingers were happy as clams, sliding up and down Donnel's armpits while his sides were being relentlessly clawed by Thorr and Loki on each side. Donnel had the big feet of Fafnir and Otr pressed to his face as both Nidvallin were bound tightly. In addition, he was occasionally receiving either a hard smack on his belly to make him moan from King Freyr or a loving caress on the sore spot from Freyja to also make him moan.
How a simple villager had ended up the favorite toy of Kings, Royals, and Deities was anyone’s guess but even if Donnel wanted to complain nobody would listen. The gag between his lips saw to that.
Donnel planted his spear in another Steam Cavalry before pulling it free with a grunt. The mechanized warrior fell to the ground and ceased moving, but before he could catch his breath, the Farm Boy sensed another figure behind him. He whirled about to cut them down but stopped short when saw the massive, Manakete woman who'd snuck up on him. Donnel had never been the brightest boy, and age hadn't made him much wiser. So, the 20-year-old hayseed just blurted out the first thing to pop into his pot-adorned head.
"Careful Ma'am! Pretty lady like yourself shouldn't be sneakin’ around on a battlefield! Do you need somebody to pair up with? I can help you there!"
Donnel really should have paid attention to the deadly-looking lance in the muscular woman's hands – or at least noticed how many soldiers of Askr had been left in a pile behind her – but his mama had always raised him to be kind to ladies, and he was extra nice to the pretty ones. The tense expression on the woman's face had softened which allowed Donnel to relax. This had made it easy for her to hook her lance into his and send the Ylissean's weapon spinning out of his hands and into the dirt. This towering Manakete known as Nott then grabbed him forcefully by the hand and simply strode off the battlefield with her confused farm boy in tow. Donny-boy had followed reluctantly upon realizing his army had been defeated in the mere moments that Nott had distracted him.
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Gosh did he regret that in hindsight. Mama had told him always be a gentleman to the fairer sex, but she'd also told him waaaay back when he was only knee-high to never trust strangers. Turns out that now as he sat in this barn, with a chain around his ankle and a blush on his cheeks after having been relieved of his boots and shirt, that lesson really woulda come in handy. And now there were two pretty strangers, by golly! He'd followed Ms. Nott right back to a big and pretty castle when a big and pretty lady had come marching out to meet her. Ms. Dagr had been a mighty bit nicer to the point where he'd been swept right off his feet by her, Ms. Nott fuming all the while.
He'd never once suspected that this was that there “tickle castle” that everybody had been talking about until they'd brought him inside and he'd heard all the laughing. The Farm Boy asked to go back outside, and to his gosh-danged surprise they'd listened. He heard them outside the barn talking to a few others about how things were going with their "Outside Pet". Donny flexed his short toes and wondered what was on his agenda today. He'd told them he was really good at milking cows, and something about that had gotten them laughing with each other so now he was a mite nervous.
The door opened and Ms. Nott came in to check on him, sans her top. Donny was quick to scoop his trusty pot off his head and hide that little country boy stiffening in his undies from the nice lady's eyes. Nott noticed it obviously, but the sight of him covering his hard-on with that silly thing was enough to make her blush and giggle behind her hand, which was quite cute on a woman who stood at seven feet tall. She unlocked his ankle and kissed him on his forehead before taking his hand and saying they were gonna go work with some vegetables today.
"There's a pair of Ylisseans out there who are supposed to do this but they're always so moody. I'm hoping a little ball of absolute sunshine like you will motivate them to stop tickling each other and tend to that garden. First things first: let's pick some cabbage for tonight's dinner, muffin!"
"Well, I'll be beggin' your pardon, but muffins seem like a mighty strange dinner fer me! But I'll help ya anyway Ms. Nott, cause what kinda Country Boy would leave a dainty lady like you ta dirty up her hands in a field?"
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Donnel snapped off a crisp salute to the Jotun Princess, completely forgetting about his pot-hidden problem until he started to wonder what the blushing warrior was giggling at. He looked down and boy howdy was he tomato-red at seeing how his pot dangled in midair on account of what it was hooked onto. He tried to apologize for doing something so lewd in front of Ms. Nott, but he heard a yelp and looked up to see the dragon lady had vanished. Donnel was as confused as a vampire in a hall of mirrors at where his tall tour guide might have scampered off too. He was always a dense boy so when he kept searching amongst those vines all around the cabbage field, he didn't notice how they always seemed to end up in different places.
The curly-haired farmer finally happened upon a plus-sized cabbage that struck him as especially odd. He walked on up and knelt before it to give it a poke before it bloomed open (just like cabbages totally do…) to reveal a pair of strong stompers with a distinctly lady-like aura that offset their manly appearance. The pair of size 14 feet flexed haplessly but were pinned down by vines wound between each of the long, strong, and proud toes. Donnel looked long and hard at the feet before realizing he'd finally found where Ms. Nott had gotten to!
"What in the plum heck are you doing there, Miss?!" he asked incredulously, not noticing the vines creeping up behind him. At the end of a particularly leafy one was a carrot so fresh that there was still a bit of dirt falling off it. This particular root vegetable was pressed to the arch of the farm-boy’s foot as he knelt in the dirt and was then scrabbled all over his sole by the kinky foliage. Donnel burst out in snorting giggles and tried to shoo the vine away, only for another one to snag him by the wrist.
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"*nnrk* He-hehey nohow! Whahat kind of veheheggie are you? Pffthahaha ain't nohohthing like yohou back on the faahahrm!"
While Donnel struggled to get the vine off his wrist, the leafy plant just drew him in closer. Donnel grabbed at its fluffy leaves to rip it off of him, but he regretted that as his fist clenched onto them and he felt their unique texture. They were so soft, soft enough to tickle along the callouses on the lad's rough hands and between his fingers. He tried to unball his fist, but it acted as twine and tied Donny boy's hand in a way that kept him stuck with his fistful of trouble.
It tried to tug and drag Donny-boy to some unknown place, but he'd already ended up in this heap of trouble by letting the wrong people take his hand, so he was gonna keep himself planted right here! At least that's what Donnel wanted to do, but every attempt to hide his own feet under him was foiled by the carrot that scribbled his foot until he fell back on his bottom. He looked around and saw more vines slithering along the ground toward him, slowly realizing he was in a dung heap of trouble. He should have made a run for it but there wasn't a chance he was gonna abandon a helpless lady in danger. Donny punted the carrot-wielding vine with his bare foot and ignored how the leafy vine quickly tangled itself in the Shephard's ticklish toes. With it out of the way he planted his feet...before he promptly burst out laughing and curled up in a ball of giggles.
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Donny had no way of knowing that the second his warm size 12's had their soles in the crop soil, they'd be barraged by more carrots poking their tips into his cake-y skin. Already giggling like happy hog, he never reckoned they’d sprout up from underground to attack his feetsies like a bunch of goofy gophers! The vines started to curl around Donnel and bound the backs of his knees up behind his neck to try and keep him tucked tight in a ball. In this hunched-over position, Donnel could only wave his arms and kick his legs to defend himself which would leave him even more vulnerable to the vines and…what seemed to be a massive pumpkin slowly crawling its way along the field on green, leafy tendrils of its own?!
Donnel was in some real trouble here but still, rather than try to run or fight his way out, his free hands grabbed his trusty pot and tried to use it as a shovel to scoop dirt out from under that cabbage and save Ms. Nott! He ignored the vines that wound between his toes to force them open and back to stretch his soft soles taut right at about mouth level with that big ol' orange juggernaut on its way towards him. Instead, Donny was pulling at the roots of the cabbage with his hands to try and weaken it from below. He was rewarded with seeing those be able to rip free of those vines and wiggled desperately. Before Donnel could let out a cry of joy though, a big, red tomato was stuffed between his lips to muffle him. He bit into it in protest and little vines spilled from inside the juicy fruit to wrap themselves around his ear and pull it even tighter.
Donnel kept scooping dirt from beneath the cabbage, like a bunny trying to escape a farmer, while those below-ground carrots poked out again and jammed their earthen points right into his ticklish pits. He guffawed as if he'd just been told the funniest joke about a ticklish country boy being molested by a crop of horny veggies, but still kept right on digging under that cabbage until he saw a naked calf poke through the dirt. He started ripping at the leaves of the cabbage right before the vines got around his forearms and tied them to his chest, more like an earthen mummy rather than the earthy mamma's boy he was.
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The sun was blocked out above the twine-and-vine-bound Donnel as the great pumpkin loomed over him. Its carved face opened up and revealed a familiar, green-haired manakete, though she had her back to him as she sucked and bit on the starved belly of a greasy-haired mage. Tied by vines around his wrists to the wall of her squash, Soren sputtered and "Mmmph'ed" into a tomato between his lips as Nah nibbled her way up and down his chest with gusto. The pumpkin's vines took Donnel by the ankles and pulled him into the mouth of the Jack O’Lantern to get Nah's attention.
The Little Miss looked over at the feet that dared to disturb her rack of ribs and weighed her options. She walked over coquettishly and peeked at who they belonged to before waving.
"Hi, Uncle Donnel! When did you get here? I was just playing some games with my favorite Dragon boys! This is Silly Boy, and you already know Giggle-Hunk Gerome!"
Donnel's eyebrows shot up as he looked over at the cabbage he'd just spent all this time trying to liberate. The topsoil cleared away and a pink-haired wyvern rider partially unearthed himself. The trapped young man could get his upper body free but still found his legs trapped below ground in a manner that suggested his knees were bent below ground. He waved his arms frantically to try and save his feet, but Miss Nah just poked her legs from the mouth of the Jack O’Lantern and started scribbling her chunky big toes down her boy-toy's trapped soles. Poor Donny could only wiggle as her fingers attacked his trapped thighs with the same amount of gusto.
"Well now, why are you out here disturbing my gardening hmm? It's not often I get to go off the leash and have fun with my favorite boys but if your volunteering to join them then-
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Nah's proposition was cut off by a muscled arm reaching in and grabbing her tight. Ms. Nott had found her missing farm boy and by the looks of all tomato juice, pumpkin seeds, and topsoil she was shaking off a whole lot more. Donnel winced as he released from the mouth of the pumpkin only for Nah's head to pop out.
"WAHAHAH! MS. NAHAHATTT I'M SAHAHHRRY! I WAS JUUHUHST HAAHAVING FUN! NAHAHT MY TOHOHOES!"
Donnel finally managed to pinch off the vines holding his legs and shook himself at getting free. He stretched a bit before looking back at the red-faced Nah and a new face who was now jutting out of her Jack O' Prison. Soren's cheeks were tinged pink as he snorted and sniffled in an effort to hold back his giggles, but an opportunistic peck on the cheek from the dragon girl made him break.
"NO! NOHOHOO! NOHOOO! I DIDHN'T DOHOO ANYTHING! WHY AM I GEHEHEHTTING TICKLES?! GAHAHA!"
The blush on his cheeks was so mesmerizing to old Donny that he didn't even notice the vine pop out of the pumpkin to catch Gerome by the ankle and drag him right into the mouth of Ms. Nott's veggie fort with the others. He popped right in on the other side of Nah perfectly and was also greeted with a kiss from the manakete before joining the laughing chorus. He saw Ms. Nott's feet pop out of the mouth next with a pair of stiff white feathers being wielded between her toes that started swaying beneath the trio's noses. Donnel was so mesmerized by the that the bunion-footed youth didn't notice the blue-haired gremlin sneaking up behind him until he was tackled to the ground. Poor pothead hit his noggin on the way down and everything went black.
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Donnel woke to see he was in a barn again and he felt the familiar weight on his ankle of a shackle, in fact, he now felt them on both. What he didn't feel on his feet was the ground beneath them. He shook his legs and looked around to see that he was between a pair of standalone fences with his wrists bound up to opposite sides of them and his feet trapped in some free-hanging chains that kept them secured together at the ankles. His body hung in a lazy "U" above the ground and the sight of a bucket below his brown-furred cock made him finally realized what this.
"Dadgummit a milking stall?!?"
Frantic laughter to his side made Donnel crane his neck to see and he realized he wasn't alone in here. Three others were hanging in the same way as him in the next couple of stalls. He thought that shy laughter sounded familiar but wasn't sure until he heard it change.
"Ehehee, nohoo! Pleehease my tohohes are stihihill wehehet! LNahahat another peeheedi-ehehee..! I WIHIILL DESTROHOHOY YOHOHOU! RIHHIP OFF YOUR AHAHARMS AND TIHICKLE YOU WITH THEHEHEM!"
Oh, they'd captured Noire, Donnel looked past the soapy toed archer and saw a sullen Kjelle hanging from a milking stall as well as a terrified Yarne. He was suddenly aware that his feet were quite warm and wet as well. From looking at the soap dripping off his fellow Shepherd's peds he could figure out what was going on but it wasn't until he felt the pumice stone scrubbing his feet down that he really got it.
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"DAAGNAAHABBIT! THAAHAT TIHIHICKLES!"
"Oh, does it? I'm not as good at pedi's as Reena but I guess we can call that a happy coincidence! Your feet are so stubborn we really need to lay into them to get those corns off but now look at them! So smooth, soft, and pokeable hehe! ~ poke, poke, poke!"
Donnel was flabbergasted that he'd been out so long that somebody had scrubbed, sanded, and dusted his poor peds to the point that he was what his Mama would call a "tender-footed palace girl" who needed someone to carry her outside. Donnel had always scratched his head at that phrase as he hadn't understood it and even joining the Shepherds hadn't helped. Heck, his Lissa was a princess and she only got more mischievous when she followed him outside. He kept expecting to find warts on his soles from how many frogs she slipped in there as pranks.
"It's gonna happen, Lissa! They tell them their stories fer a reason!"
"You’re so cute Donnel! If that ever happens then I'll kiss your foot to make it turn back."
"That only works for a prince Lissa! Won't do nothing for me!"
"Yes, it will since you’re my prince" she'd said with a grin as Donnel had flushed beet-red. He'd told Chrom that story, something the Exalt had smirked at and remarked as “cute”.
"Was it so cute when she spent plum near an hour afterward tickling my feet looking for warts?!"
"Yeah, Donnel, it was."
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Donnel could only whimper at the thought of what Lissa would do if she found his feet like this. She'd always told him that she found his little bunions and rough soles adorable and loved how they felt under her fingertips. He'd been a blushy mess when he told her about how pretty he found her feet and how he couldn't believe how soft they were. They'd spent many a night just playing footsies in their shared sleeping bag at the tent.
He sure hoped that if he managed to get out of here that she'd still like him as a tenderfoot—
"PAY ATTENTION TO ME!"
Alfonse tweaked Donnel's newly softened toesies to get his attention and the reaction was immediate.
"HYUUCKAHAHA! WHHAHAT?! WHY DOHOES THAT TIHIHICKLE SO MUHUHCH?!"
"Uhh duh, silly. It's because your feet have been pedi'ed pumiced and polished to the absolute quality expected of a Muspelian foot boy. Just look!"
Alfonse blew on Donny's foot and just his breath made the sensitive skin prickle and elicited a giggle from the farmer.
"Eeheehee stop thahat!"
"Mmmm nope, *phooosh*"
Alfonse blew another stream of hot air down Donnel's foot, and the Hero yelped at the feeling.
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"Why if these are so ticklish to air just imagine how my fingers will feel!"
Alfonse reached under Donnel to show him his wiggling fingers before he gave his nipple a pinch and trailed a finger down his tight stomach.
"Kitchie, kitchie, coo! I'm coming for you!"
Alfonse lowered his fingers lower and lower towards Donny's feet before he sat back on his stool and brought his foot up. Before Donnel could say anything, Alfonse had his foot up and was stroking his big toe up and down the farmer’s long-hanging cock.
"Fooooled you~"
"Unnnngh stop!"
"Why? How else are we gonna fill that bucket? The others all filled there's up nicely and now it's your turn! We need this stuff for plants, Donnel! Do you want the plants to die?"
Alfonse gave Donnel's helpless rear a hard slap that made the Shepherd wince. He instinctively tried to jerk away from the source of the spank but that just let Alfonse give his now hard cock another "toe-ing of the line" and another spank for flinching.
"C'mon now! Fill up the bucket for Alfy! Be a good little cow! Gimme a moo, tickle boi!"
Alfonse's manicured nails danced along Donnel's tanned ass and made the farmer jerk and dance in laughter.
"Bahahaha! Nahaht my daahaddgerned buhuhum!"
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"You mean MY daggered bum...I think...Tickle, tickle!"
Alfonse caught Donnel's meaty cock between his toes and renewed his ticklish spidering of the farm-boy's ticklish ass. Donnel bounced in his chains and laughed his darn fool head off as in a twist on an aforementioned phrase his dancing now GOT him jerked. Donnel couldn't see but over in the other stalls the same was happening to Yarne, Noire, and Kjelle at the hands of Anna, Shareena, and a certain blonde-haired tickle pest Donny was very familiar with.
She'd heard Donny boy's familiar guffaws, but she wasn't allowed to leave until she'd made poor bigfoot Kjelle fill this bucket. That's what Kjelle-y here had tried and in return for it she'd been whisked right off her newly pedicured feet and a bucket provided. Lissa looked over at Misters Lif and Helbindi and gave a little princess wave that had both looking away hurriedly.
They'd both been on the receiving end of her pranks and barely walked away. It wasn't Lissa's fault! She really wanted to see what Lif's shiny ribs tasted like and if Helbindi had been more careful about where he napped then maybe he wouldn't have a story about the Ylissean Princess footsieing his titties til he cried. There was a sound of country-fried yelp and then Alfonse cheering.
"Yay! We're on our way! Let's fill that bucket up, tickle boy!"
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It took almost two hours but by the time Donnel had filled it to an acceptable level his whole body ached. He stepped lightly and was almost certain he could feel the red marks left on his rear from Alfonse's fingers and fun. He sat down in a convenient haystack and let out a tired sigh. He didn't think he plum liked this here life as a tickle pet. He rubbed his tired yet now fancy feet in exhaustion as he enjoyed the rest. All three of them felt heavenly on his tired soles—wait…THREE?!
Donny-babe looked down and noticed the third hand poking out of the hay that was caressing his foot. It was joined by another hand that pulled him by the ankle into the hay.
"He-Hey!" he yelped as he was pulled into the straw. His plush, plump, and pedicured peets popped right out of the other end of the hay and into the lap of a certain princess who'd been dreaming about them all day. Her nails plucked at his toes and marveled at how free of corns and bunions the cute digits were now. Donnel tried to crawl out, but a pair of royal pies jammed themselves onto his face and muffled the country boy good with their royal softness.
"Hey, yourself hayseed, missed youuuu. Love these cute new stompers of yours. Tickle, tickle~ Did you miss your Lissa?"
Lissa's manicured nails had always been able to get butterfly winging it in Donnel's tummy but them caressing his new pampered pies had him flushing hot enough that he felt this hay might catch fire. Lissa's own size 10's rose out of the stack and offered themselves up as comfy pillows for him to rest his embarrassed face on. Donnel was happy to rest here after a hard day of being tickled to fill up his own pot with seed, but something nagged in the back of his head.
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Lissa picked his toes one by one and cooed when they wiggled in fright at her breath being blown on them. She sighed contentedly at the sound of Donny squealing when she trailed a finger down his sole and barraged his arches with kisses as he thrashed under her. That's when it hit Donnel what was wrong, she hadn't asked once if he was okay. The Lissa he knew would always ask if he was okay even as she snuck into his sleeping bag to play feetie wrestling with his dozy pies. He struggled to try and get out from under her but yipped like a dog as her teeth started nibbling his heels. His feet were so ticklish now that they were all pampered up like that, but he had to make sure Miss Lissa was okay. She whined when he finally got his feet away from her before he reached through the straw and grabbed her by the shoulders.
Lissa struggled as he pulled her in but he'd always been stronger than her. Donnel was stronger than most people though, so that's not to say Miss Lissa was delicate! He looked her in the eyes and saw the glazed expression and how she just hungered to keep tickling him. She got her hands on Donnel's bare belly and in seconds he'd fallen back into the hay as a giggly mess with her astride him.
"Coochie, coochie, coo now I've got you hehe! ~"
"Mihihiss Lissa whahaht hahahappened!"
"Nothing Donny, I just love the tickles sooo much! Miss Loki helped me see it! She played with my toes and used magic to have little toy soldiers help! Ohh it was so fun! They tied me down and the little plastic men climbed up my soles! They called me ‘Mt. Bigfoot’ and it was a blast! Donny, tickling’s just the best and I can't wait for Miss Loki to take us both to play! Bathtime is so fun!"
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Having heard enough, Donnel took off like a shot in a mad dash for freedom. He heard Lissa yell something about being sorry, but he wasn't interested at all. He just wanted to run in the direction that was away from all these tickle-nanigans! So intent on running was Donnel that he didn't notice the great swooping serpent that had its eyes on him from the sky the second he'd started running. It zipped through the air powered by an unseen force and with its long mustache trailing behind it looked quite the intimidating figure. If Donny had looked up at it he probably would have balked but instead, he was unaware until the sky-bound snake zipped down and wrapped itself all around him.
Donnel's bare feet were in the air for but a second as he took a step and suddenly his arms were to his sides and the ground was waving goodbye to the tanned hayseed soles. He struggled against the snake until a forked tongue started wiggling itself in his ear like it was digging for potatoes. The chuckling country boy broke out in hiccuping belly laughs as his helpless tootsies kicked back and forth in the air while this creature ferried him somewhere distant. To Donnel's increasing displeasure its long fuzzy mustache whipped in the wind and became tangled with his ten little piggies.
The fluffy streamers coming from the serpent winding between his digits. The tongue slithering about in the warm cave of his ear. Combined to make Donnel whoop and holler up a storm as he streaked through the air wrapped up in an airborne monster. Sounds like an air siren in absolute tickly agony made it pretty easy for Donny to get noticed by another dangerous lady. She watched the dripping farm boy streak through the sky as she readied her ax. Finally, she let it fly with all her strength as he went by. The great weapon of war cleaved the head right off the serpent and Donnel dropped like a sack of rocks. He braced for a hard landing but instead dropped into a very well-muscled pair of arms.
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"Now where exactly were you going, hmm? I'm sure there's still some work around this farm for a homebody like you!"
"Oh gee, thanks fer saving me miss! That dang monster had me good! I thought I was gonna get carried off to some kind of cave and have the bejeezus tickled out of me! I never woulda thought I'd end up in a pretty lady's arms! How'd you get to be so strong and pretty?!"
"Ohhh...uhhh...well...I...ummm—"
"Thanks again for saving me! We should get outta here though! There's all sorts of tickle monsters and crazy folk who'd just slobber over a pretty lady like you."
A rare blush crept over the cheeks of the Goddess of War. Thorr had heard empty flattery before from those who wanted things from her or even for her not to do things to them. The eyes on this little acorn she'd plucked from the sky told her that he legitimately thought she was a fellow captive here and wished her safety. It was too adorable for words, and it made her want to play with him in solitude rather than bring him back to the farm for Laevateinn to tease.
Thorr effortlessly threw the naked and tired Donnel over her shoulder before slipping into a cornfield as a few more of the farm's guard monsters slithered by. She plopped down on her rear out of their view and slapped the bumpkin down on her lap. That's when her eyes widened at the sight of his belly and the little thing in the middle of it. Donny had always gotten a few stares for his outie, but this was the first time Thorr had ever seen one. She put a strong finger in his navel and began pushing it about as Donnel wiggled helplessly in her lap. She teased right below it as well and the farmer kicked his legs helplessly.
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His keen eyes noticed movement in the tall stocks of corn around them though and he tried to watch it through his giggles but the way Thorr's nails teasing and poking his acorn of a navel had him unable to focus on what could be a danger. Her adding the other hands to tease his slight pecs only made it worse and he finally had to warn her. He saw what looked to be a vine shooting out of the foliage and tried to say something but was cut off.
"MISS LOO-Phmhmrr?!?"
Before Donnel could warn the green-haired war mistress a vine had shoved an entire ear of corn right between his lips. More foliage came from its ends to secure themselves to his ears and hold it steady.
"Phmhrm! Mmmphm" was all Donny-Boy could choke out as Thorr hadn't even looked up from her playing with his chest. She skittered her fingers along his pecs and down his torso until they began circling around his defenseless navel like hungry tickle sharks. Donnel couldn't move due to the woman's strength as she held him down to keep exploring his ticklish chest and was in an even worse position to do so as the vines snaked out and wrapped about his ankles.
"Ppphmm! Hmpnm! Cmmmhrn?!" was all he could say in disbelief as more ears of corn were produced and their rounded tips were dragged up his doughy pies. Up and down, side to side diagonally, and even between his toes they stroked as he squealed into his starchy gag.. All while Thorr was now leaning in and blessing each of his individual ribs with a buzzy-lipped kiss while he flailed.
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"Thorr sister, where are you? There's been an escapee and I am so dreadfully bored. How would you like to find this little runaway and make sure his feet can't touch the ground for a few days?"
Donnel had tears on his cheeks when Thorr looked up at the sound of a woman's voice calling her. She clucked her tongue in disappointment at the sound before turning back and giving her little boy-cow's nipple a nip.
"Wait here, I'll get rid of her. LOKI DEAR, WAIT THERE! I'LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!"
The second Thorr released her dear Donnel he was dragged off deeper into the cornfield by the ankles. Not that she even noticed, Thorr was much too busy devising a plan to get her dear sister distracted by tickling that silly Ylissean swordsman out at the chicken coop. It was always so fun to watch the birds peck him mad as he yelled about “Radiant this” and “Mystery of the what have you”. Just throwing more birdseed on his naked form was always fun and would easily keep Loki occupied while she slipped away to ferry her Donnel to somewhere private.
The Donnel in question watched her lead her sister by the elbow from his new forced vantage point. The cornfield had trussed him up onto a post that jutted out in the center of the field of green. His arms were tied to another post behind him head that kept his hands behind his head and his vulnerable armpits open for the crows to peck at due to all the kernels of corn they'd picked up when he was dragged here. The field had even given him a costume change, jamming him into an ill-fitting vest and baggy pair of pants. Both were stuffed full of itchy and tickly hay that dragged, poked, and stroked his skin as Donnel thrashed at the ticklish sensations.
Surprisingly the only vines binding Donnel were the ones keeping his wrists behind his head and his waist to the post. This meant that the barefoot farm child could kick his legs madly in protest at his predicament. He could also do this as a way to try and stop all the various ears of corns that were being scribbled along his soft country soles by those pesky vines that lived in this cornfield. That was mainly why he was doing it and each time he got mad and lashed out with a kick at them, he just knocked more kernels up onto his pits and neck for the birds to peck at.
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All this movement made Donnel so easily noticeable from the air. Once again, an airborne reptile was bearing down on the tickly-footed country mouse. This time it was a muscled Muspellian Wyvern locked in on the farmer’s scent, and astride it was a muscled Muspellian Princess, whose eye Donnel had unknowingly stolen. Princess Laegjarn's mount easily snatched Donnel from his position and into its claws, the dragon's great strength ripping the vines to free him. Before Donnel could even say a word, he was airborne with the dragon's great claws around his arms. He looked down at the cornfield growing smaller beneath his feet and the few kernels of corn blowing off with the wind.
"Hey there! Thanks! You sure saved my bacon Miss! That corn down there was fitting to have ME buttered and popped for a change!"
Laegjarn looked down at the beaming twenty-two-year-old and sighed. She had flown out on patrol from the hero who had made an escape from the farm and had once again found them trussed by the creeping vines in the cornfield. This was just as dull as when she'd been sent out to capture that Leonie girl. She shook her head and became lost in thoughts of taking out her boredom on her ticklish Morgan back at the castle. Now the generals of Muspel chose to forego shoes so when Donny-bab looked up he could see the big brown soles of Princess Laegjarn in her saddle peering down at him.
With Donnel's almost weaponized naivete, he still thought that this nice woman was rescuing him from this tickle-obsessed place. The way he saw it, Laegjarn having her own soles exposed like that just meant that the various tickle beasts and traps would have an easier time of getting you into tears. He wasn't quite sure if the wyvern rider could hear him over the wind, so he thought that the best way to point this out to her was a demonstration. Donnel swung his hips forwards until he could stretch his leg out enough to graze his plush big toe up her sole. Laegjarn snorted loudly at the stroke and looked down at Donnel with a glowering expression. The bright grin from the scar-faced brunette wilted her annoyance with sheer cuteness, however.
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When Donnel swung his hips to do it again though, she was ready. A gauntleted hand closed around his ankle, and Donnel suddenly realized he'd definitely just stepped in it; the “it” he'd stepped in being Laegjarn's devilish fingers, which walked up and down his soft sole as he twisted his bent body in tickly peril. His free foot kicked at her to try and save its compatriot, but she caught it easily as well and then fastened both his ankles into the sword holders for her saddle. Donnel was now stuck and from the way, Laegjarn's fingers were striding up his soles he also concluded he was fit to be plucked.
The wyvern sailed through the sky as the dangerous woman's fingers strode happily along this less beaten path of Donny's that had been exposed with pumice stones and moisturizers. They found a nice spot between a pair of plush rolling hills and decided to prod at the lovingly restored inclines.
"NAHAHT MAH DAHAD GEEHERNED ARHCHES! I'M SAHAHRRY MIHIHISSS! GIHIMME A BREEHEEAK! HAHAH! WE STIHIHLL NEED TO GEHEHT OUT OF HEHERE A'FOHORE ANYONE HEEEHEARS US!"
Laegjarn was absolutely dumbfounded that this young man still thought he was being rescued, so much so that was she that she didn't pay a whit of attention to her surroundings as she piloted her wyvern. So when she eventually crashed into a tree's branches, it was really her own fault.
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Her wyvern yelped in surprise as both its passengers careened off in separate directions. Laegjarn fell helplessly before landing headfirst into a pile of hay. Her big, brown boats stuck out quite conspicuously, so it was only natural for a nearby Lissa to sit on her ankles and enjoy.
"Well hello there...Ash Blossom!" she beamed, inching her fingers towards the prone princess’s tootsies.
Donnel however tumbled down through the branches until his big feet got caught on some, and he ended up hanging upside down just above the ground. He struggled to get free while kicking up quite the din. No matter what though it seemed like he was well and truly stuck. His eyes looked up at the ground beneath him and he noticed finally the sleeping Muspellian below him. The man was quite muscular and somehow had slept through a full-grown wyvern crashing into the tree above him.
The giant slept peacefully until a single leaf, disturbed by the farm boy’s thrashing, fell from the tree. It alighted on his nose and the brute's eyes immediately shot open. Helbindi smiled at the sight of the country boy breakfast awaiting him after waking from his nap. He stretched as he got up and Donnel noticed the thick-looking muscles on his chest and arms as he did so. Donnel let out a yipe as one of those thick arms was looped around his back so that the man could pull him close and start trailing a finger along his stomach.
"Well, what do we have here? Could you be that Hero that tried to run from the farm? Seems like it as I heard he was cute and ticklish."
"Hehehey there! Mahah nahahmes Donnel! And 'm nahaht cuhute!"
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"That's the part you deny, huh? Then I guess ARE the escaped Hero that I'm supposed to return. Shame that you got yourself stuck like this, I kinda like the chase."
Helbindi plunged his thumb into Donnel's navel and the farmboy broke out in hearty chuckles that were sweet to the ear. That sneaky hand around the back began teasing Donnel's juicy rear and some pig-like snorts were added to it.
"Hmmm so maybe I'll get my fun by making you admit your cute. C'mon country boy, say it. Tell me you’re a cute, ticklish little country mouse."
"Hehehey stahahp ihhit!"
"Come on down here and make me. I can feel plenty of muscles here under this soft skin so I'm sure you can put up a fight in a situation where you're not hanging like a pinata for me to tickle. Speaking of! Kitchie, kitchie, coo!"
"Nohohow hahahang ohohn!
"Yeah, you do seem to be doing that. Maybe if we tickle these ribs?"
Helbindi's fingers went to Donny's ribs next and began spidering down them as the farmer crowed like a rooster. He wiggled them beneath the skin, shoved his fingers between them, and even laid a few hard slaps on Donny's belly so he could enjoy the flush of pink he was able to get out of that.
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"Hehehey sta-OWW-stahahap! Thahaht tihihickles an-OWWW-and stihihngs!"
"Does it? Ohh well sorry, my little hill-boy but that stomach of yours is so tight there's nothing to pinch! Gotta try and get you down somehow after all!"
Helbindi ran his fingers up and down the not at all right side up Donny’s sides. He scritched along those jutting and vulnerable ribbies before digging those meaty fingers right into Donnel's pits. The farm-boy was just a giggly pinata as he tried to dislodge his big stuck feet from the branches by wiggling the handsome boats, but he wasn't having much luck at getting unstuck. Now if for some reason Donnel's goal had been to anger a squirrel that lived in this tree, then yes his goal had been reached.
The acorn-fed critter stalked out and saw the big ticklish tootsies that had been shaking its home up. It had originally planned to give these intruders a piece of its mind but like most things in the borders of Muspel at this point, its mind had been afflicted by the blight spread by Surtr's magics. It saw Donnel's defenseless soles, and it thought of only one thing. Donnel broke out in actual "Hee-Haw's"at the feeling of a fluffy tail dusting along his big farm feet and that earned him a fresh crop of slaps on his belly from Helbindi for his trouble. When the squirrel summited up his soles to start nibbling on his littlest toe like it was a tasty acorn though he lost it.
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Its little claws got purchase on the wrinkles on his soles and the little monster paid no attention to the way its big fluffy tail got tangled in his toes. Donnel was braying like a jackass and Helbindi was loving it so much that he didn't hear the crack of the branch. How could he? His head was starting to sting with his own laughter as the squirrel dusted his heel, scrabbled in his arches, and nuzzled his toes like a lover. Helbindi meanwhile was on his third and fourth session of counting Donnel's ribs, and wouldn't you know it? He'd lost count again!
The branch giving way would have been obvious to anyone present who wasn't either: A) getting his brains turned to mush via tickle torture; B) going absolutely, droolingly ballistic with melting somebody else via tickle torture; or C) a squirrel. Unfortunately, the three involved each fell into those categories so when the branch fell it caught all three idiots by equal surprise. Donnel landed hard on his head, the squirrel tumbled down the hill, and Helbindi caught the branch hard right on his own head knocking him unconscious instantly. Poor Donny only hung on a bit longer himself as he wished he still had his trusty pot. Right before he lost consciousness however, he saw a figure approaching the source of the noise before the dreams took him.
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Donnel's eyes opened slowly to the sun so bright he had to look away. He didn't remember it being so bright on the farm, but the sound of crashing waves clued him on being somewhere new. He craned his neck to see golden sand surrounding him and a vast blue ocean just beyond it. His eyebrows shot up as wondered where in the Sam Hill he was now. He struggled to try and sit up but found it impossible. Someone had gone to the trouble of wrapping Donny up tight in towel to the point of near mummification from his shoulders to his ankles. It had been neatly folded in places to allow Donnel's chest to receive the warmth of the sun. It also seemed that somebody had slipped Donnel's cock over the waistband of his swim trunks because it also poked out of his wrappings—
Wait a dashgerned minute! Swim trunks?!
"Mmphmmtrr! Nphmo mmphre!"
"Ihpm tmmphles mmmphter!"
The sound of muffled cries got Donnel's attention. He looked a bit further down towards the water to see two more men in similar positions to his. The green and blunette's however had both been sat up to allow a tall white-haired man to tend to them better. They shook their heads desperately and Donnel was able to see the starfish slapped tightly over their lips.
"Phmn hmmph? Mmpphn?!"
Donnel's own muffled words had made him finally notice that he had a similar piece of sea life slapped on his own mouth. The sound made the tormentor of the other two turn and take notice of him.
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"Ahh, you are " awake" one moment. My boys do so love to be dramatic, but you see they'll thank me for getting the sunscreen so deep into their navels later."
King Freyr gave Itsuki and Linhardt's belly's a squeeze before letting the wheezing slaves lay back on their towel. He stood up and walked towards Donnel while leaving them to squirm on their towel as the tide came in. Donnel's eyes bulged as the tide licked at the two heroes' heels and ghostly hands erupted from the water to twiddle the men's toes. They shook in protest at the sensations but could do nothing with how the towels had wrapped them.
Donnel shook in his own bonds as the tall horned king knelt and caressed his tummy. It tickled slightly but mainly due to how smooth the man's palm was. If anything, he was giggling into his gag over how much it didn't tickle! Then Freyr ran a finger around his navel, and it did begin to tickle quite a bit though. He bounced on the towel and tried to roll away, but Freyr simply leaned down and took a handful of his muscled tum to pucker his cute button as the finger twisted in it. Donnel wiggled his toes and laughed into his gag as Freyr sat down on the towel and sighed contentedly.
He pressed his own soft foot on Donnel's cheek lightly and carefully ran his big toe along the crossed scar there. Donnel snorted at the feeling but then wailed when Freyr reached down and lightly flicked the head of his cock. He hadn't thought about what all this was doing to him until he spilled seed into the towel just from that simple contact. Donny’s mind had been racing from all these situations he'd been stumbling to and from to the point where he'd barely noticed that his lap was getting more and more sticky.
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The sound of gagged squeal made them both stop for a second and look over at Itsuki and Linhardt. The tide was continuing to come in and those hands from the water were riding along. The saltwater was up to the point now where the unfortunate pair's thighs were now being squeezed and fluffed by the ghostly sea-wraiths and in addition, seashells were being dragged along their soles. The two were thrashing as each time the waves came in the hands were able to get higher up their helpless bodies.
Donnel sure did feel sorry for them feller's, really he did, but he was laughing cause of how Freyr had started licking his tongue up the Shepherd's Pies.
Despite the Alfheimr's humanoid appearance his tongue retained the roughness of a common goat's tongue on his ticklish soles. Don't ask how Donnel knew how that felt, just know farm girls can be merciless when they catch a farm boy goofin’ off, and they know which goats are the hungriest and where to find the cream. However, with his feet pedicured and all fancy-like, it now made this so much worse for him. Donnel was hollering into the starfish, but it did not indicate caring whether the boy liked his gag or not. Donnel was starting to feel some real butterflies in his stomach but that might be because of Freyr running his toes along the sore part of his tummy from Helbindi's fun earlier.
He was trying to hate the feeling but between the gentle footsies on his abdomen, the rough tongue lapping up his soft sole, and the reassuring tightness of the wet towels binding him, something was definitely awakening in Donnel. He could very well get used to this...
"Such a good boy you are. I'll give you such nice dreams while I have your here. You'll never want to wake up and see what's happened to you."
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Wake up? Did that mean Donnel was asleep? Was this not real? Well, if this here was just a flight of fancy then was he still on that dang farm? How was he supposed to get out of here? Did he actually want to anymore? The panicked squeaks of muffled geeks got Donnel out of his introspection and a quick glance down showed him that maybe he did want to leave. The water was up to ‘Suki and Lin's shoulders now and the hands were loving them. The pair had about six hands each happily drumming out rhythms on their bellies like a pair of bongos. Four more sets of hands were flossing a strand of wet seaweed beneath each of their nipples while they squealed. One more hand each was gently stroking a wet finger up and down their slender necks while they flushed from equal parts stimulation and sunburn. Worst of all was now how the two's feet were literally hidden by all the hands stroking, poking, scratching, and caressing them.
Freyr clucked his tongue in annoyance at his distracted boy-toy before snapping his fingers. The next wave in the hands left the boys unmolested and instead seized the towel they were resting on. The two let out panicked "Mmmph!'s" as they were dragged out with the tide. Donnel could hear them squealing through the starfish before the hands dragged them beneath the waves. He swallowed hard in fear before squealing like a calf as Freyr started laying nibbles on his dancing Adam’s apple. The farmer twisted and thrashed beneath the swimsuit-adorned dream king, until that milky sole of his pressed its unfairly warm arch against the still wet head of his little feller.
Donnel's eyes rolled back into his head as it all came spilling out. He felt so warm all over his body that he didn't pay the slightest bit of attention to the waves grabbing the towel beneath the pair of them and dragging them out with the tide. He closed his eyes in utter bliss, and when he opened them his whole world was once again different.
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The sun had softened back to the afternoon shine of the farm. The air once again smelled of fields and grass just as he remembered it, but something hadn't changed from his dream. Donny-boy still couldn't move a muscle! His bindings were much tighter now but at least they were dry. He was on his back in…some kind of coffin? It was cushioned on all sides, so he was at least cozy. That is until a rotten-faced monster in tattered bandages leaned over the side.
Donnel wanted to shriek in fright, but the breathable bandages covered his nose and mouth as well so all he could do was let out a panicked "Mmmph" as the creature applied more bandages around his ankles to make them tighter. One more leaned in and ran wet rag along Shepherd's forehead while a third ran a bony finger down his chest to make sure the wrappings were even. A tall pale-faced woman with a translucent chest looked down on him from her happy position where she floated above the scene. She saw the fear in Donnel's eyes and smiled.
"Ahh he wakes, a bit early as the preparations for travel aren't quite finished but we can live with it. My servants were just preparing you to be my resting pillow for the trip back to the castle."
"Mmmphhh?" was Donnel's response, and though he couldn't quite convey with this limited vocabulary thankfully Hel was able to deduce his confusion.
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"I was one of those who were happy to help catch this escapee from King Surtr's farm but after looking you over, I think instead I'll take you home for myself. I do have one darling son, but I think you'd make for a perfect second one whose education would be a joy."
Hel floated lower and placed one big barefoot over Donnel's face. Her long toes scritched in his hairline as she let out a sigh of contentment at the way he wriggled beneath him. She snapped her fingers, and the three mummies plunged their bony fingers into various ticklish parts of the unfortunate farmer's helpless body. One squeezed his stomach through the bandages and plucked at his abs through the material making him snort and chuckle. The other picked at the farmer's softened toes making him and squeak and s******. Finally, the third ran clammy fingers up and down Donnel's neck making him wheeze and moan.
Hel continued to rub her foot on Donnel's face while he struggled in his bonds and made various noises, some unwilling and others all too much the other. She was happily anticipating a long ride back to the castle with her bony form curled around the 22-year-old farm-boy, her lips on his toes and her feet on his face. She'd have her mummies climb in to help her keep him entertained by having them tickle the both of them. When she got him home, she practically got a toothache imagining him in the same short-panted school uniform she'd forced on her little Kliff.
"I'm not a child," he'd whine as she pulled the little sweater on her new child. A snap of her fingers and skeletal hands had begun massaging and kneading his baby fat, while she once again explained to her favorite ragamuffin about how to an immortal god of death everyone was as children to her. She loved the idea of this Donnel with his hands hanging above him and his feet up on the desk, laughing adorably as the various phantoms taught and teased the boys about how to be merciless specters of tickle torture.
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Instead, however, she heard a voice calling her name and clucked her tongue in annoyance. That Loki woman was looking for her for some reason, and she knew that the temptress would want to play too should she see her catch here. Hel crumbled her mummies to dust and levitated the lid to Donnel's sarcophagus up with her powers. She slammed it heavily atop his prison to hide her pretty boy from prying eyes. She had no intention of sharing her squeaky little farm mouse with anybody. She floated off to meet with Loki and try to distract the pest away from here, completely unaware of a scene playing out on the other side of the hill.
Otr was breathing heavily as he hid behind a rock and scanned for where Dagr had gone. He'd made the mistake of letting her get too close and, as a result, had gone through a solid ten minutes of her dangling him above the ground and giving his big soft feet a tongue lashing. He'd bawled and begged for a break, and when she gave him one, he immediately took off. The gloomy Nidvallin was desperate for a place to hide when his eyes came across the great ornate box that had left up on this hill. It seemed rather suspicious, but the sound of Dagr calling his name led him to abandon reason and quickly pry open the lid to hide himself.
Donnel was so utterly mummified inside that he couldn't make a peep as the other man climbed inside right atop him. Otr felt something moving beneath him but since it wasn't grabbing or molesting him (for now), he ignored it to try and secure the lid to the sarcophagus. His surprise when it re-sealed itself of its own accord was great. He thought for a moment about whether he'd made a silly decision here as he laid back, but then he Donnel's helpless 12's on either side of his head. The slightly-framed villain smirked and in seconds Donnel had fingers dancing along his stompers, making him giggle and beg into his gag.
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Otr didn't know who he was in here with but was never the kind to pass up helpless feet in need of a good tickling. He danced his rough nails along them as Donnel shook from the tickly sensations racking his body. Otr couldn't see it because of how dark it was inside this sarcophagus, but he did occasionally feel tickles along his stomach and sides. He assumed they were the owner of these heavenly feet he'd claimed trying to get revenge. He paid them no mind and continued to tickle, tickle, tickle all along Donnel's feet, not realizing that those light tickles were in fact the bandages wrapped around the bound Huckleberry, and they were testing this attacker for weaknesses. One fluffed down Otr's sole and a rare smile cracked his lips at the feeling of soft tickles on those big feet of his.
He was not smiling though when the bandages quickly bound his toes together though. He yelped in surprise as Donnel's wrapping worked quickly and began binding Otr tightly to the corn-fed tickleslut to be. They slithered beneath his clothes to rip them away with scything movements before tying themselves around the now bare skin. Soon Otr's hands were tied to his side, his ankles were bound together, and his mouth and nose were covered by the bandages just like Donny. The twist for both was that now their position had been shifted so that each had their head between the other's feet.
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Donnel shifted and sighed at how there was now another boy trapped in here with him because the fool had been thirsty to tickle him, but then he jumped in fright at a feeling. Otr had been quick to adjust to his new position and was now nuzzling his nose along Donnel's heel, tickling him due to the texture of the bandage. Donnel was giggling at the feeling but saw a chance to teach this bigfooted prince a lesson. He pressed his own nose into Otr's arch and started nuzzling right back. The two began eskimo-kissing each other's feet so intently that they didn't notice their stone prison being lifted by Hel's minions at all. They never noticed the feeling of being loaded into a carriage, and when Donnel arrived at Castle Muspel and Surtr got quite the sight upon opening his box.
The two of them were cross-eyed and drooling, still nuzzling each other's peets dreamily as they both sputtered. They barely noticed as Surtr pulled them from the box and placed them on his lap. It would take quite a while for their minds to register it was the King's cock they were nuzzling in this state. Donnel simply giggled in a daze as Surtr's thick fingers tickled behind his ears and down along his spine. No blindfold was needed as Donnel's eyes couldn't focus if he tried. He heard somebody squealing with delight as they dragged Otr away, but his senses were gone even as a big glob of white caught him in the face.
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That had been almost a month ago, and Donnel thought back on the crazy journey it had been for a dusty farmer's son to end up here. He was sweaty and tired as his face was firmly stuck in a sleeping Surtr's chest hair. He looked up and saw the bed surrounded by all the generals, princesses, and dark gods of Muspel. Hel flicked her finger and ghostly feathers fluffed Donnel's spent cock back to full mast.
Dagr and Nott had one of his feet firmly clasped to themselves and the sisters were letting out girlish squeals as they plucked each of his toes. Meanwhile, Laegjarn had his other ankle between her thighs and was covering her mouth as her darling little sister skittered her nails along Donny's foot and her sister's thighs. Helbindi's rough fingers were happy as clams, sliding up and down Donnel's armpits while his sides were being relentlessly clawed by Thorr and Loki on each side. Donnel had the big feet of Fafnir and Otr pressed to his face as both Nidvallin were bound tightly. In addition, he was occasionally receiving either a hard smack on his belly to make him moan from King Freyr or a loving caress on the sore spot from Freyja to also make him moan.
How a simple villager had ended up the favorite toy of Kings, Royals, and Deities was anyone’s guess but even if Donnel wanted to complain nobody would listen. The gag between his lips saw to that.
