Being a human in a world of mostly anthros it was hard for Azo to be rattled, yet he still found himself in awe at what his friend had presented.
“---seven, eight, nine, holy crap he’s got ten heads!”
“Are you really surprised? What else do you expect he’s a Hydra for goodness sake.”
Azo’s heart was already beating hard, of course he was nervous standing in a stone arena that looked like it was from the Viking age in front of a large draconic creature, but it was tempered by intense anticipation at what was to come. The ultimate experience, as he’d been told.
“So you- you’re telling me this thing is specially trained to tickle?”
“He’s the best. I have offers from wealthy ‘Lees, especially anthros, who are willing to travel thousands of miles and pay big, big money just to be tickled by him.”
Their conversation continued idly as he stared at the blue scaled beast, casually waving it’s heads around.
“Woooow…. I can imagine why… I mean, ten heads?”
“Ten heads, two tongues in each. We don’t even use bondage, the victim can flail around and try to defend all he wants but there’s just no way to fight them all at once. They can pin plenty fine on their own, they’re well trained and god the feeling of helplessness in that position is… ooohhh man…”
Azo looked back to the creature again, never had he been so excited. Needless to say the decision was immediate.
“You want this?”
“Hell ya what do you think?”
He smiled.
“Thought so. Now as a human it is best if you remove your outer pelts.”
“Wha?”
“You said you wanted the ultimate tickle torture, it’ll be a lot easier without the coverings.”
Sure anthros ran around all the time without clothes and they didn’t have the same awkwardness but it still felt strange. Either way, though he never expected a hydra in particular it was indeed far beyond what he’d dreamed of when his friend brought him here. He reluctantly started to strip down, idly talking as he did.
“Curious… a hydra, do you refer to them as a ‘them’ or in singular?”
“It’s a little complicated… they are individual but when you are referring to them as a whole it can also be a singular he.”
“Alright, does he have a name?”
“Ender.”
“Mm. Nice, mythical sounding name…”
His pants and undies hit the ground as one… now he was completely naked before the larger, stronger creature. A creature intent on tormenting him until he lost his mind… and he was anticipating it. A hand on his shoulder guided him forward as he remained transfixed, the heads beginning to focus more on him.
“Safeword is same as usual. He’s been trained to recognize it so he’ll instantly back off if it’s too much.”
“Alright.”
“You probably won’t need to use it though, he’s good at pushing people to their limits. You’re all his now… have fun.”
As he was left on his own Azo’s heart jumped a little bit, but it was a good kind of jump. He started walking towards the hydra, well aware he was sealing his own fate. As the tension built he took a last glance back to his friend, a final affirmation before it all started.
“Hey, fun way to start: put your arms up and try to hold still as long as you can. It’s a great warm up, gives them a chance to explore you a bit.”
“Nice…”
“Enjjjoooy.”
He was now within necks reach of the hydra’s heads, where he stopped and stood. The Hydra couldn’t speak but he could see that it was ready. As suggested he reluctantly raised his arms, leaving his thin frame fully exposed and inviting the hydra to do his worst. The heads circled him, staring and sniffing the air, taking in his features he was sure, each face full of intent and mischief. Just the tension of the moment almost made him want to bring his arms down again but he stayed still. Not for long though. A single head ventured to his side, prodding at the soft flesh and making him flinch.
“Oh! Oo Owwwoowooo! H-Hi, Hi Ehehehnder!”
The head was persistent, only digging deeper into his side as stifled laughs forced their way out.
“Aha- Th-Thhis! Thhiss is-! Ah, ahaha!”
After just a few seconds he couldn’t hold still, he tried to shift away from the prodding only to find a head on the other side. He tried to pull his arms in but he just bumped into the hydra’s snouts leaving the creature completely unfazed. Surprisingly the heads backed off for a moment letting him reset… he realized too late that they were just waiting for him to fully expose himself again. One of the heads again went for his side, making him swing around and place his hands on the head in instinct, only to swing back again as the other head attacked his now exposed ribs. He tried to protect his sides again but then a third head joined in, the combined sensations made him violently flail and curve but to no effect. With three heads going at it he couldn’t protect all his spots at once, he certainly tried but the hydra was too coordinated. Time after time he would be able to shift around to protect himself from two heads, only to have the third one breech his defenses and undo him again. This was exactly the sensation he imagined when his friend described it… he was fully mobile, fully free to move yet completely defenseless as the strong trio continued to pry him apart… it was awesome and awful at the same time. And God this was only three heads… he couldn't imagine what it would be like when the rest joined in. By now he was struggling just to stay upright, as they began to use their slick tounges to menacing effect he was rapidly losing his coordination. In desperation he lunged forward and tried to grab on to a single head, but his bear hug just left his entire sides and underarms exposed as another two or three heads joined in tickling him. He finally lost his balance and went tumbling down, landing on his back directly underneath the ten heads. One glance told him exactly what they were thinking…
‘We win. Now the tickling really begins’
Azo’s breath hitched, he tried to roll away but found himself framed on both sides by the many, many pairs of heads closing on him.
“Uh-g-Ghgh guyyys? Ca-Cahn we reconsider?”
Of course the begging was all for show at this point, and Ender knew it. Now he was stepping up a notch, multiple heads going after both sides at once, tongues and blunt teeth joining in as more precision instruments. He tried squirming, rolling over, anything he and his instincts could think of, but it was like an unwinnable game of whack-a-mole. The moment he went to protect one spot it uncovered another to be attacked, no matter what he did he just wasn’t fast enough and with ten heads to play with it was absolutely no trouble for them to exploit every opening. The mixture of soft, snaking tounges and harder prods from numerous snouts was maddening. For a moment he kept them somewhat at bay by clenching his arms to his sides and rolling into a ball, but then in quick succession he felt a slimy tongue wrap around each of his wrists, pulling them up and away to leave him open again. He would’ve screamed for mercy if he had any breath left between the laughs, the ten heads were the most brutal thing he’d ever experienced and it was still going to get worse. Even now he could barely keep up, the heads dancing and weaving around his sensitive body, continuously moving, changing places and paying no mind even as he twisted and contorted in the throes of laughter. For a fleeting moment he managed to yank his left arm free, but it was quickly wrangled again and Azo was thrust back into helpless hysterics. Just as it seemed to fall into some regular pattern all sensations stopped… he didn’t really have the luxury to contemplate why though as he simply tried to catch his breath. After a few moments he started moving, the two heads that held his arms pulling him to a standing position then lifting him completely off the ground, bringing him to eye level with the tallest two heads. He didn’t really know what to think until he looked down and his blood ran cold. Two heads were moving in below his suspended feet, in instinct he tried to kick and pull away but he was helpless in this position… with little effort the tounges lassoed around him and pulled each of his feet into the corresponding mouth.
“Oh god… oh goohohohaa! Eehhnder! No! Not the feet! Not the feEEEEE-!”
With practiced ease his ankles were wedged between their gums, holding him like a shackle and leaving the tongues free to start their work. For the first time he considered safewording out, but he had started this, he would finish it. It was his last thought before the assault started and all cohesive thoughts ceased. Two tounges in each mouth ravaged the captive limbs, the slick saliva making things even more intense as they swiped all over his delicate soles. As if things couldn’t get any worse several other heads went back to his ribs and underarms, now the hydra was truly tormenting him from every direction at once, consuming all thought in a torrent of tickles. In an uncoordinated mess he desperately tried to yank himself free but he got nowhere… his will to fight was rapidly waning, the hydra’s gums and teeth held his ankles like iron and the tongues that held his wrists were way stronger than you’d expect. After a while he was just resigned to his fate, his naked, sweaty, drool-covered body offering no more resistance even as the tounges slid and wriggled around his toes and along the sides of his feet. The safeword again started to bubble to the surface but the hydra was a master, it seemed like they were psychic and knew exactly how far he could go, with the skill and expertise they could ride that edge and always leave him just short of backing out. With seemingly every nerve in his body overwhelmed it was impossible to keep up but he tried to take quick stock. There were two heads holding his arms, two below them to attack his underarms and ribs, at least three just roving around his torso, and one holding each foot. Every ticklish spot on him, all attacked, all at once… the invading tongues rough yet slick as an eel… it could only be described as insane. Insane, but again not quite enough to make him stop it… god the hydra was good at this. Just as it felt he couldn’t take any more of it the heads released his feet and the tickly tongues on his torso briefly ceased. His perspective flipped again and the strong hold on his legs and arms ceased, depositing him back on the ground. It was just a moment before the tickles started again, leaving him squirming on the ground like a worm. It was right back to where he started, not restrained at all yet solely outmatched and outnumbered, simply unable to protect his vulnerabilities. He was the hydra’s toy now, and they greatly enjoyed seeing him struggle. The tickling was relentless, Ender seeming to have unlimited strength and endurance, easy to do when they were twenty times his size he supposed. By contrast the human was nearing total exhaustion, his strength waning and mental faculties deteriorating, barely able to squirm even as the tounges continued to explore his body and feet. Finally, after what seemed like hours the tickling started to taper off. One by one the heads left until there were only two, two that grabbed his arms and lifted him back to a standing position. They carried him just off the ground over to the corner of the arena, presenting his exhausted form to his friend like a fine piece of art. He smiled.
“You enjoy that? I know they sure enjoyed you.”
“Mmm… hmhm.”
Seeing Azo hanging like this was an irresistible opportunity and he just couldn’t resist squabbling his fingers into the exposed sides for a few moments. Azo jerked at the unexpected attack but couldn’t get far in the Hydra’s grip.
“Alright, set him down.”
Knowing he would just collapse if he let go Ender gently placed him back on the ground. He went into this wanting the most intense experience he’d ever had, and indeed it was. He would be back.
“---seven, eight, nine, holy crap he’s got ten heads!”
“Are you really surprised? What else do you expect he’s a Hydra for goodness sake.”
Azo’s heart was already beating hard, of course he was nervous standing in a stone arena that looked like it was from the Viking age in front of a large draconic creature, but it was tempered by intense anticipation at what was to come. The ultimate experience, as he’d been told.
“So you- you’re telling me this thing is specially trained to tickle?”
“He’s the best. I have offers from wealthy ‘Lees, especially anthros, who are willing to travel thousands of miles and pay big, big money just to be tickled by him.”
Their conversation continued idly as he stared at the blue scaled beast, casually waving it’s heads around.
“Woooow…. I can imagine why… I mean, ten heads?”
“Ten heads, two tongues in each. We don’t even use bondage, the victim can flail around and try to defend all he wants but there’s just no way to fight them all at once. They can pin plenty fine on their own, they’re well trained and god the feeling of helplessness in that position is… ooohhh man…”
Azo looked back to the creature again, never had he been so excited. Needless to say the decision was immediate.
“You want this?”
“Hell ya what do you think?”
He smiled.
“Thought so. Now as a human it is best if you remove your outer pelts.”
“Wha?”
“You said you wanted the ultimate tickle torture, it’ll be a lot easier without the coverings.”
Sure anthros ran around all the time without clothes and they didn’t have the same awkwardness but it still felt strange. Either way, though he never expected a hydra in particular it was indeed far beyond what he’d dreamed of when his friend brought him here. He reluctantly started to strip down, idly talking as he did.
“Curious… a hydra, do you refer to them as a ‘them’ or in singular?”
“It’s a little complicated… they are individual but when you are referring to them as a whole it can also be a singular he.”
“Alright, does he have a name?”
“Ender.”
“Mm. Nice, mythical sounding name…”
His pants and undies hit the ground as one… now he was completely naked before the larger, stronger creature. A creature intent on tormenting him until he lost his mind… and he was anticipating it. A hand on his shoulder guided him forward as he remained transfixed, the heads beginning to focus more on him.
“Safeword is same as usual. He’s been trained to recognize it so he’ll instantly back off if it’s too much.”
“Alright.”
“You probably won’t need to use it though, he’s good at pushing people to their limits. You’re all his now… have fun.”
As he was left on his own Azo’s heart jumped a little bit, but it was a good kind of jump. He started walking towards the hydra, well aware he was sealing his own fate. As the tension built he took a last glance back to his friend, a final affirmation before it all started.
“Hey, fun way to start: put your arms up and try to hold still as long as you can. It’s a great warm up, gives them a chance to explore you a bit.”
“Nice…”
“Enjjjoooy.”
He was now within necks reach of the hydra’s heads, where he stopped and stood. The Hydra couldn’t speak but he could see that it was ready. As suggested he reluctantly raised his arms, leaving his thin frame fully exposed and inviting the hydra to do his worst. The heads circled him, staring and sniffing the air, taking in his features he was sure, each face full of intent and mischief. Just the tension of the moment almost made him want to bring his arms down again but he stayed still. Not for long though. A single head ventured to his side, prodding at the soft flesh and making him flinch.
“Oh! Oo Owwwoowooo! H-Hi, Hi Ehehehnder!”
The head was persistent, only digging deeper into his side as stifled laughs forced their way out.
“Aha- Th-Thhis! Thhiss is-! Ah, ahaha!”
After just a few seconds he couldn’t hold still, he tried to shift away from the prodding only to find a head on the other side. He tried to pull his arms in but he just bumped into the hydra’s snouts leaving the creature completely unfazed. Surprisingly the heads backed off for a moment letting him reset… he realized too late that they were just waiting for him to fully expose himself again. One of the heads again went for his side, making him swing around and place his hands on the head in instinct, only to swing back again as the other head attacked his now exposed ribs. He tried to protect his sides again but then a third head joined in, the combined sensations made him violently flail and curve but to no effect. With three heads going at it he couldn’t protect all his spots at once, he certainly tried but the hydra was too coordinated. Time after time he would be able to shift around to protect himself from two heads, only to have the third one breech his defenses and undo him again. This was exactly the sensation he imagined when his friend described it… he was fully mobile, fully free to move yet completely defenseless as the strong trio continued to pry him apart… it was awesome and awful at the same time. And God this was only three heads… he couldn't imagine what it would be like when the rest joined in. By now he was struggling just to stay upright, as they began to use their slick tounges to menacing effect he was rapidly losing his coordination. In desperation he lunged forward and tried to grab on to a single head, but his bear hug just left his entire sides and underarms exposed as another two or three heads joined in tickling him. He finally lost his balance and went tumbling down, landing on his back directly underneath the ten heads. One glance told him exactly what they were thinking…
‘We win. Now the tickling really begins’
Azo’s breath hitched, he tried to roll away but found himself framed on both sides by the many, many pairs of heads closing on him.
“Uh-g-Ghgh guyyys? Ca-Cahn we reconsider?”
Of course the begging was all for show at this point, and Ender knew it. Now he was stepping up a notch, multiple heads going after both sides at once, tongues and blunt teeth joining in as more precision instruments. He tried squirming, rolling over, anything he and his instincts could think of, but it was like an unwinnable game of whack-a-mole. The moment he went to protect one spot it uncovered another to be attacked, no matter what he did he just wasn’t fast enough and with ten heads to play with it was absolutely no trouble for them to exploit every opening. The mixture of soft, snaking tounges and harder prods from numerous snouts was maddening. For a moment he kept them somewhat at bay by clenching his arms to his sides and rolling into a ball, but then in quick succession he felt a slimy tongue wrap around each of his wrists, pulling them up and away to leave him open again. He would’ve screamed for mercy if he had any breath left between the laughs, the ten heads were the most brutal thing he’d ever experienced and it was still going to get worse. Even now he could barely keep up, the heads dancing and weaving around his sensitive body, continuously moving, changing places and paying no mind even as he twisted and contorted in the throes of laughter. For a fleeting moment he managed to yank his left arm free, but it was quickly wrangled again and Azo was thrust back into helpless hysterics. Just as it seemed to fall into some regular pattern all sensations stopped… he didn’t really have the luxury to contemplate why though as he simply tried to catch his breath. After a few moments he started moving, the two heads that held his arms pulling him to a standing position then lifting him completely off the ground, bringing him to eye level with the tallest two heads. He didn’t really know what to think until he looked down and his blood ran cold. Two heads were moving in below his suspended feet, in instinct he tried to kick and pull away but he was helpless in this position… with little effort the tounges lassoed around him and pulled each of his feet into the corresponding mouth.
“Oh god… oh goohohohaa! Eehhnder! No! Not the feet! Not the feEEEEE-!”
With practiced ease his ankles were wedged between their gums, holding him like a shackle and leaving the tongues free to start their work. For the first time he considered safewording out, but he had started this, he would finish it. It was his last thought before the assault started and all cohesive thoughts ceased. Two tounges in each mouth ravaged the captive limbs, the slick saliva making things even more intense as they swiped all over his delicate soles. As if things couldn’t get any worse several other heads went back to his ribs and underarms, now the hydra was truly tormenting him from every direction at once, consuming all thought in a torrent of tickles. In an uncoordinated mess he desperately tried to yank himself free but he got nowhere… his will to fight was rapidly waning, the hydra’s gums and teeth held his ankles like iron and the tongues that held his wrists were way stronger than you’d expect. After a while he was just resigned to his fate, his naked, sweaty, drool-covered body offering no more resistance even as the tounges slid and wriggled around his toes and along the sides of his feet. The safeword again started to bubble to the surface but the hydra was a master, it seemed like they were psychic and knew exactly how far he could go, with the skill and expertise they could ride that edge and always leave him just short of backing out. With seemingly every nerve in his body overwhelmed it was impossible to keep up but he tried to take quick stock. There were two heads holding his arms, two below them to attack his underarms and ribs, at least three just roving around his torso, and one holding each foot. Every ticklish spot on him, all attacked, all at once… the invading tongues rough yet slick as an eel… it could only be described as insane. Insane, but again not quite enough to make him stop it… god the hydra was good at this. Just as it felt he couldn’t take any more of it the heads released his feet and the tickly tongues on his torso briefly ceased. His perspective flipped again and the strong hold on his legs and arms ceased, depositing him back on the ground. It was just a moment before the tickles started again, leaving him squirming on the ground like a worm. It was right back to where he started, not restrained at all yet solely outmatched and outnumbered, simply unable to protect his vulnerabilities. He was the hydra’s toy now, and they greatly enjoyed seeing him struggle. The tickling was relentless, Ender seeming to have unlimited strength and endurance, easy to do when they were twenty times his size he supposed. By contrast the human was nearing total exhaustion, his strength waning and mental faculties deteriorating, barely able to squirm even as the tounges continued to explore his body and feet. Finally, after what seemed like hours the tickling started to taper off. One by one the heads left until there were only two, two that grabbed his arms and lifted him back to a standing position. They carried him just off the ground over to the corner of the arena, presenting his exhausted form to his friend like a fine piece of art. He smiled.
“You enjoy that? I know they sure enjoyed you.”
“Mmm… hmhm.”
Seeing Azo hanging like this was an irresistible opportunity and he just couldn’t resist squabbling his fingers into the exposed sides for a few moments. Azo jerked at the unexpected attack but couldn’t get far in the Hydra’s grip.
“Alright, set him down.”
Knowing he would just collapse if he let go Ender gently placed him back on the ground. He went into this wanting the most intense experience he’d ever had, and indeed it was. He would be back.
