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WARNING BEFORE READING IT HAS A LOT OF NONCONSENSUAL TICKLING!!
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You've been warned!
PART ONE CAN BE FOUND HERE:
TK thought it was creative in its way to show the world a 'scary festive' side.
Sadly, TK was just one of the many many players in this world.
Even though it owned the name 'Hellish Tickle Dungeon' and it is a tickle dungeon, it was not the only being who decided to make a festive attack this time around.
Claire Van Damacius.
That was the name of the princess I inherited.
I sit at the table, relishing the 'treat' I have before me.
Well, I did trick this poor princess because she did not give me a treat.
Although, in a way, I would have done something to get my satisfaction with or without her consent. I heard the news about the Hellish Tickle Dungeon releasing a bunch of scary beings out in the name of Halloween.
If that dungeon thinks it can one up me, I highly doubt it.
But we are distant, unofficial allies to a common cause.
We spread the act of tickling unto our unexpected foes.
Right now, I have captured one of the many, many princesses who hates me. With the sudden change of interests in my sexuality and other things, most of my former- well most of Claire's- former enemies have turned a blind eye to me.
"Hey, kicking my hand like that... naughty, naughty." I poke at the big soft feet trapped on my plate. The princess in question is underneath the table, trying to resist my nylon feet as I rub them against her face. I can feel her breathe, her movements, giggling a bit.
Claire is quite sensitive on her own feet, feeling a giddy sensation coursing through my body time to time. I wiggle my toes all over her face, making sure her nose sniffs my feet. I am not a fan of doing this, but I have to do something for the poor princess. Maybe she will scheme a plan to get back at me, sneak into my room, tie me up, and then tickle me.
I will welcome it.
These princesses were a hit or miss in terms of corrupting them. Even though it has been some time since I have been transported to this world, I have been enjoying every moment in these interactions.
Luckily, the ruler of my faction has decreed no one under her service can die, this opens up a lot of other options.
I feel the feet kick at my hands again as I idlily stroke my fingers against her bare soft soles.
"Right, I keep on thinking about some pointless stuff. It's Halloween. Happy Halloween!" With such an announcement, I spider all over her soles. I purposely targeted this princess for her big feet. Size 11s. Her feet seems to be fine, shaped nicely with slightly high arches and delectable, sexy toes. She paints her nails with a teal hue, pronouncing the polish from her fair pale skin.
Why do all of these princesses have such noble feet? So flawless. So soft.
So goddamn ticklish.
I giggle, responding to the princess trying to resist my feet as I torment these soles.
"Glad I was able to set up this table specifically for this."
Before I knocked out the princess, I changed the dining table for a Halloween theme.
Candy and sweets litter all over the table. The bright, rich, and expensive scenario of any noble's dining room has been swapped with a dark but festive Halloween theme of black and orange. I know my guards are having fun with the female resident of this estate, allowing them to pursue their own desires.
"I can't tell if you are trying to avoid my feet or purposely sniffing them on your own accord." I can hear a muffled cry from the princess, hearing an agonized mature groan roaring into the air.
"I pampered them before my visit. It's my treat to you. I am not as mean as you, not giving me anything. This is why I tricked you to become my treat."
I ease my attack of spider tickles, stroking so swiftly down the entirety of her soles. She flinches, trying to kick me. I have my hands back away, my feet still smothering the princess' face. I gagged her with a hard taffy, muffling her voice.
Honestly, the fact I spent some time to make a customizable Halloween candy theme ropes, bondages, and other knick knacks was a slight waste, but I have my own pride to do something Halloween-like. I cannot have my unofficial ally just one up me.
Although it seems like the entire world was trying to do something Halloween-like. It also seems like the unofficial ally may have been from her previous world as well. Or it just happens to stumble upon the holiday and just moved it to here.
"I wonder, would you chew on my feet if you keep sniffing them? Would you lick them silly and tickle me? I am tempted to find out." I swiftly motion my index fingers to zigzag on her feet before retreating again. She gives a late reaction, wishing to hit my hands. I smirk at this, waiting to strike at random moments. I scratch her heel quickly, seeing her right foot kick around. I wait for twenty seconds to pass before I grip her left foot by the big toe, scratching violently on the balls of her feet for fifteen seconds straight.
When I do this, I press my feet on the princess' face. She must not escape my punishment. I, once again, felt a shock go through me, feeling her nose sniff my ticklish feet. I quiver a bit. I force myself to keep my feet there. I can hear a bit of her laughs vibrate through the gag. I ignore this as I let go of her foot, backing away again.
"Do you want me to tie your toes?"
She shakes her feet left to right.
"Awwwww, communicating with me with your ticklish feet. Sadly, I want your feet to be utterly helpless. What can I do..." I have my fingers slowly trail from her heel to her big toe, making my hand act like a walking person, using my middle and index finger, slowly scratching and moving to the designated destination. Once my hand is near her right big toe, I ensnare the big toe with my fingers. I grip her toe as my index finger scratches at the tip of her big toe pad, making her foot struggle in my grip. She wants to escape. Her toes curl around my grip minus her big toe. Her big toe cannot escape my grasp. She feels the wrath of my index finger just scratching away at the spot, hearing violent laughter pour out of her. My other hand starts to claw at the rest of her foot.
"Ten fingers on one poor ticklish foot. You can't escape." I tease, "You can fidget, kick, frail your cute feet all you want, but I will tickle them silly. Tied or not, you will have your ticklish feet tickled."
As I punish her right foot with both hands, I lower my head for a second to give a quick lick on her left arches. It was a quick movement. The princess kicks her left foot around, trying to figure out what was that weird sensation. I lick my lips, looking at her reaction.
Sure, these soles were not tied down to my mercy, but she was giving away so much from her frantic movements. I know what she might be saying, hearing her muffled cries and questions behind her gag. I choose to ignore them, having both of my hands grasp her left foot now. I secure her movements before my fingers tickle the sides of her feet and her sensitive arch. She tries to escape, but I held fast. I can feel her resistance, using some of my strength to hold her feet in my hands.
I release some giggles, feeling the princess beneath me run her nose hastily against my nylon soles. I curl my toes. Was this princess trying to tickle me with her nose? It did not provide a strong reaction out of me, but I can feel the small tingle, getting me to fidget. I sense more movement from under me, planting her head firmly into my soles.
I cup my hands around both of her feet, having my thumb claw at the middle of her soles. I tone down my assault to see what this princess was doing.
"Are you tickling me with your face?"
Her feet did not give a response. I can feel her head movements though. She cannot truly get back at me, but I can feel a slight stroke against my feet. I think she is wanting to do so much to my feet, wanting to do the exact thing I am doing to her.
"You want to do the same thing to me, right? Tie me up. Smother me with your own soles. Tickle me for tickling you? Get my naughty soles and punish them? I can feel your nose trying to get me. Do you want me to take off these nylons?"
I can feel her feet shake in my grasp. I loosen my grip, stroking a single index finger down the entirety of her sole. My other hand separates and grasp the top of her feet, making sure to press her feet outwards from the table.
"If I take off that gag... Well, I have a feeling you will do what I want, but I feel like you would curse me to no end. I would love to hear your beautiful laughter though." I pretend to be in distress, tilting my head as my feet slowly gets off of her face for a bit. I even stop my finger movement, leaving my index finger at the center of her sole.
"Hmmm... Should I stop?"
I have my hands leave her feet, giving the princess a break. Her feet did not give me a quick response though.
"Maybe, I should tickle someone else. I have so many others who would gladly take your place. They would allow me to tickle them, praise me, and even beg me to make them go crazy. Even though it may be torturous at first, it's not entirely bad compared to other treatments. Besides, I reward them, you know. They can do the same to me as well. You can tickle me on my own sensitive feet as well. Tie up my toes, ravage my sensitive feet to your content. Drive me crazy as well..."
I pause, waiting for a minute before I slowly got up.
"Well, I think I might have been a bit too much. I apologize princess. I though you would play along with me, but I think I should just let you go. Pretend that this never happened, yes?"
When I stood up, I can see her feet move side to side. I can hear her muffled voice underneath the table. She was screaming at me.
"Hmmmmmm? What? I can't tell if you are cursing me again or are you telling me something else?"
I let her try to say her words, not undoing her gag as I stood there. I try to piece her mumbled speech, but I think I know what she wants. I smile deviously at my own tactic.
Reverse psychology.
Sure, it may not work all the time, but I knew she was not utterly against it. She would have been saying a lot when I was giving my speech, but she was listening to my venomous words.
"Hmm, I guess I should ask you these questions. Use your pretty feet to confirm. Do you want me to stop?"
I see her feet shake side to side.
"Do you want to tickle me.
Her feet nods up and down, confirming it.
"Will you let me tickle your feet then?"
There was some hesitation, but she shakes them up and down.
"Will you let me tie your toes?"
There was no answer.
"I guess you fear the lack of movement. Don't worry, I will just tickle you till you agree." I sat back down. "If I tie my own feet up, you could agree to it. I think it'll take some time to convince you though."
I have my fingers run all over her feet quickly before pulling out, waking up her nerves again. I smile at her giggles before I start to run a few fingers on them. They were still wiggling about, but her feet were not as aggressive.
That may change soon enough though. Although wiggling my not be ideal for this.
I pick up a fork and run that against her left foot. An immediate reaction, shrieking with an attempt to avoid the fork.
"Where do you think you're running off to? You have such big beautiful feet! You can't escape! I illustrate this point by having the fork tickle her for twenty seconds straight. No matter how she flexes her feet, how she wiggles them about, or defends herself, the fork never left her foot. She has to purposely avoid running into the fork unless she wants to simulate a worse ticklish sensation.
I am BARELY putting any pressure with the fork, gently scraping her flesh with minimal force. If she feels a sharp, ticklish sensation, that was her own doing. I cannot let her be so clear minded though. I have my feet on her face again, sensing a change in her behavior. She does not resist my feet as much, feeling her breathe and movements on my soles again. It gave me the nice tingles, feeling a bit giddy from her frantic head movements.
Did her breathing... Oh. I chuckle a bit, sensing a change down there.
"You... Naughty, naughty." I press the fork at the center, putting a bit of pressure before I ease off. She jumps at this, shaking her head.
Oh! I shake a bit. That tickled me!
I could not stop the giggles flowing out of my mouth. Unsure of if it was her doing or my own accord, the princess rapidly rubs her face into my feet. My reflexes told me to pull my feet back, but I force myself to stay put. I, however, did let out a genuine laugh and tremble in my seat. I even stop my hands for a moment.
"Y-Yes. That tickles. I might be willing to undo that gag of yours if we continue."
Confirming this seems to push her into a frenzy. She does not stop rubbing her face into my feet. I curl my toes, shaking from her movements. My composure breaks a bit, leaning onto the table with a happy expression.
"O-Oh my... I can't have you do this to me." Before I lose myself, not disliking her eagerness one bit, I pull her right toes back and rake the fork from the balls of her feet down to her heel. I can feel her laughter, her breathe, run against my nyloned feet, making me laugh a bit as well.
To spice things up, I pour some gummy candies all over her soles.
She felt the weird objects, trying to shake them off.
"Look at what you made me do." I feign dismay, "Making me drop my candy all over your feet. I need to get my sweets because of your unrestrained behavior." I take the fork and stab into a gummy worm at the center of her right foot. I made sure to pierce the worm and have the tines make contact with her soles. They twitch, trying to wiggle away.
"Don't you get it? I am barely tickling you. You are tickling yourself at this point." I lift the fork up and eat the gummy worm. "Maybe I should write on your soles for everyone to know how much of a ticklish masochist you are."
Due to my taunts and foreplay, the princess was not trying to tickle me as much. She might snap out of it if I do not press on though. I use my fork to get another gummy worm close to her left toes, doing the same thing like before. To spice things up, I have a candy corn in my other hand and start to write stuff on her foot. Her foot jumps at this, trying to dislodge the new tool.
"Uh uh uh," I stab the candy corn in several areas of her huge feet, making her foot flinch several times. "Stay still. If you don't." I easily lift my feet up, hearing a good chuck of protest underneath the table. "You won't get these pretties." I purposely flex my toes, wondering what her thoughts were. She begs for a minute straight, flailing her feet in protest to my action.
"Prove it to me. Then I will place them back." I ordered.
She stops her movements. She stops her begging, obeying my command.
"Good. Let me reward you then." I pull retract my own feet to me, hearing a slight whimper from the princess. "Patience." I giggle, poking her foot, "You will be rewarded. Let me just..."
I was going to just torture this princess silly, and have my way with her, but I decide to spice things up. This will aid me in so many ways. I have a large ring wrap around my feet as I place a smaller ring around my big toes The rings adjust accordingly, making sure I could not escape them. I place my feet onto the princess' face again, activating the nifty magic the rings posses. I explain to the princess who stares at the glowing rings.
"These rings will not only restrain me, but they lock me in whatever position I place them at. Unless I deactivate them, I will not be able to move away." I demonstrate my lack of mobility, unable to tug away from the princess. "Even my big toes are in the same state. Even if I want to, I cannot retreat from your silly assaults. You also have some breathing space, I assume. I do not want to suffocate you with my smelly feet when you really need to breathe."
I hear a slight protest when I made a remark of my smelly feet. Before I resume her session, I can feel her test my new confines. She bashfully runs her head against my feet, stimulating my sensitive nerves. I did not fight back, laughing as I try to pull away. She sees my helpless state, relishing in it.
"Nohwhwhhahahhahhahhaha youhhahahha arehahahah doinghhahah tohhoohahhaha muchahhahha!" I pour a edible magic crafted lotion all over her soles.
The one plus side of reincarnating into the villainess was the sheer amount of wealth and handy tools I have at my disposal. She feels the liquid dousing her feet, curling her toes in surprise. I gave her no warning, running my tongue on her feet. I have my hands massage and rub the lotion into her soles. She lets out new muffled sounds, screaming in... delight.
"Oh my, I think you have been pampering your feet much. I can smell some other fruity scent off of these gorgeous things." I run my tongue against the stems of her toes, watching them curl up. "I wonder... "
I tease her curled toes, lightly licking the pads of her toes. Sure, the spot between and under these toes are protected, but I love to torture the obvious pads who cannot truly defend themselves. I do this with every toe, watching her foot quiver at each lick I unleashed. The princess expects the same thing on her big toe, but I nibbled on the seducing big toe. I nibble away for ten seconds before I kiss the center of her sole.
"You like that? Do you like that?" I asks, watching for her reaction.
None. I have my fingers tease her toes, asking the question again, "Do you like that? Or should I just stick with my nails?" I can only assume a few things running through her mind. If this is her first time having someone tickle her feet so intimately, she must be having a million thoughts in her head.
"I guess I should do it again." I did this to the other foot, giving the same treatment. She curls up as I easily repeat the process. I decide to tune into her muffled responses, hearing her small moans. I can also tell due to her breathe against my feet. She seems to be utterly distracted by my mouth, halting her assault on my helpless feet. When I got to her big toe, she expects a nibble.
I engulf the toe and suck on it, making her release a confused noise. A yelp scream moan? Something of that nature. I did not pull out after ten seconds pass, sucking her toe. I can feel her struggle as I coil my tongue around the toe. She could escape, not really locking her toe in my mouth, but I can tell she is purposely letting me have my way.
"Ah." I retreat, letting her foot go as I spill something else on her feet. Her feet flinch at the cold liquid on her.
"I spilled my wine glass. I am terribly sorry." If a maid saw the scene, they would point out how I just poured the glass all over her feet. The red liquid doused the pale feet, making it look bloody. "To make it up to you, let me lick it off of your feet." I can hear a bit of protest, but I ignore them.
I have my face close to her feet as I ran my tongue against the strawberry drenched feet. I can hear her giggles and slight moans as I run my tongue across her sole. I lap at the wrinkles, making sure to get every ounce of wine that was trapped between the folds. I thoroughly clean the sides with my tongue. I lift a feet to make sure to get the wine that spilled to the top of her feet, doing all of the cleaning with my moist tongue.
She was losing herself in such light foreplay.
I made notes about her every reaction, big or small. I always treat my women nicely.
"Oh." I felt her gagged mouth trying to do something to my soles.
"You want to lick my feet, huh?" I smiled evilly. Enjoying the nice session I am having with this princess. I continue to clean her soles with my tongue, getting to her toes now. She was lost in her own world, moaning a tad louder than before. I can hear a 'yes'.
"Hmmm..." I make sure to get the last bit of wine off her feet, surprised at how I clean her feet in a few minutes. I need to make sure to get her feet messier than before. Add a bit more of difficulty to make it a longer process.
"Will you allow me to tie your toes? I will have my fun then I will release your gag and you can have yours."
She immediately shakes her feet up and down.
"Excellent." I take her feet and slowly guide them to the gummy loops build into the table. She does not resist as she uncurls her toes, letting me snug them into the restraints. The gummy ties will cover most of the stems, giving me access to the space under them and the pads only, but I don't mind at all. There was so much to room to play with on her massive feet. I hum to myself as I secure each and every toe. The moment they were in, the gummy ties adjust themselves automatically, securing her toes in place. She tests her new restrains, unable to free them. The unmovable feet are such a massive turn on for me. I can feel a bit of drool staring at the helpless delights.
Right.
I dump another potion on her feet. This one will not do much in terms of appearance since the liquid will absorbed by her feet. The true effects of the potion was to replicate a certain candy's taste to one's desire. The princess will feel said liquid, and she assumes I will have to lick it off again. In truth, there was no liquid. I just need a reason to really chew on her feet. I could cover it up with candy, but I think I will let the others do that.
"My oh my, aren't I clumsy. I spilled something again. Let me do the clean up a bit more thoroughly and slowly."
The princess was expecting another worship session.
I surprise her with my mouth nibbling into her flesh. She cries in shock, bucking at the restraints.
"Ah. I was right. This liquid is a bit tough. I can't just lick it away. You will have to forgive my rough place. This will take... hours." I grin in a cruel way as I gnaw and bite on her flesh, making sure to do it on every single spot. She screams, trying to pull her feet away. Her frantic movements start to tickle me, but it seems like she unable to unleash some sort of retaliation. I frown a bit at the lack of aggression. I purposely have my feet tied, and she does not try to tickle me.
Rude.
I went for her toes, gnawing at her pads for a longer time due to her lack of revenge.
Hmmm... she might be able to do it when her mouth is ungagged.
Ahhhhhh, helpless female feet are the best.
"Such beauties at my mercy." I mutter, biting into her arches as she laughs with no restraint whatsoever.
"Make sure to give me treats or I will trick you..." I said out loud before I continue the last line with a softer voice, "...Into being my tickle slave."
Another part of the world, the goblins decided to enact their own festive fun. They used to serve TK, wanting to rejoin the dungeon when the time comes, but for now, being stranded and away from their master, they have to create some foothold.
The goblins were acting as their primitive and natural selves. They raid, pillage, and then reproduce.
Even when they fought, they tried to stick with their united intentions.
To tickle.
The twist was to make it Halloween-like.
They had no clue at first on how to do that. If their old master was there, would have helped them. If they had help from their unexpected ally, it would also help.
In the end, they utilized one of the female mages from the beginning of their empire.
"Uh." She tried to explain to them, confused by the questionable and random holiday TK created.
"Just... try to be spooky? Skeletons, undead, and the likes?"
With her analysis, it did not help at all.
They could try to act as the things they weren't.
But then again.
Weren't they scary enough as they were.
Goblins.
With that, they unleashed a grand assault. Luckily, the faction close by had to deal with bigger threats. Due to this holiday, some forces were trying to take advantage of the chaos.
The goblins surely did this as well.
The goblins would have loved to attack in several places all at once, yet it was not as optimal. For one, there were going to be too many enemies. Even if they allied with another invading force, they, the goblins, will most likely become a common enemy to just slaughter just because they're goblins. If they made a single march through several areas, they could at least take on what they could, take what they can get, and retreat back safely. They made sure to have a number of forces cover their retreating paths.
Due to their breeding, a lot of goblin variants and stronger evolutions were ensuring the retreat line was secured.
The ones heading out were just mere goblins.
Not deadly if they were alone, but there were thousands.
Sure, a lot will die on this day, but they can easily repopulate their numbers.
The first village was easy to take down. They were not prepared for the large invasion force, bypassing all the major frontlines. They swooped in, swarming the local militia with ease.
The goblin's relative numbers frightened them quite easily.
But what scared them a bit was the fact they were... dressed up?
The goblins were wearing dark robes, skeleton-like armor, and outfits that just fit a dark and evil theme. Some goblins were straight up naked.
Despite these appearances, the goblins did what they did the moment they took down the walls and the defenses.
The ravaged and pillaged.
Even though the goblin army were all males, there were some female goblins and variants at their home. They abstained themselves from killing recklessly. The males did not want to, they did capture the humanoid males and took them back home.
The goblins had to figure out who was going to return with these prisoners, arguing and playing rock paper scissors among themselves. The unlucky ones have to drag the prisoners back. They did drag some female prisoners as well, incase of unexpected factors. Who knows if they will be stopped by some powerful force and be forced to retreat. They want to have something if worse comes to worse.
The lucky goblins were having fun within the first village. They did not do anything grand in terms of making a Halloween scene, but with their costumes, it was already a sight to see.
A woman was held down as the dark robed goblins just swarmed her body. They tear her clothes off, making sure to get the ticklish flesh underneath them. If someone was looking over them, it seemed like the goblins were in a fanatic cult (granted that they were already in a fanatic group).
Some would look silly since some goblins have a pumpkin head as they leaped and tickled women.
All in all, the first village went down and a fair amount of goblins stayed behind to have their fun. A fair amount of survivors escaped though, heading towards the other villagers.
The goblins would have secured them, but they were not being serious with their assault. They were trying to get the most out of this chaotic holiday.
Moving to the next village, the goblins met resistance.
Despite the main armies and professional soldiers fighting at the other fronts, their was an unexpected group assisting the villages.
Adventurers.
Will this really deter the goblins?
Not really.
They know what they were doing and had a purpose.
Besides, the leaders of the goblins pointed out one thing.
Most of the important and high ranked adventurers will be used on the other fronts.
Will they really send their adventurers against goblins or use them against the other species and more threatening monsters.
The fire, lightning, and arrows rain down on the goblins. A fair amount of them died. Most did not defend themselves as they charged at the walls.
Honestly, the adventurers and soldiers should have ran away. They could be delaying their advance to buy the civilians some time to escape. It upset the goblins a bit that they were not getting the maximum rewards out of this, but they are still getting something.
Watching the unnerved horde approach them, half of the defenders start to abandon their posts and retreat. Once again, seeing a massive group of dressed up goblins in freaky outfits can do a bit on someone. The moment they reached the wall, they rammed into it. With their massive numbers. Some were hacking it down with axes as others were climbing it. The defenders did what they could, shooting any head that pops above the wooden palisade, yet they needed more to fend off this wave.
In a last ditch effort, the fire mage lit the wooden palisade. The fiery wall will surely buy them time.
The defenders were going to make a hasty retreat.
The plan failed.
Sure, the main defense force did what they could at the front.
How about the other areas?
Unlike the main defense group with several somewhat experienced adventurers with prowess that could hold off a fair amount of goblins, the other sides weren't so lucky. The one mistake the defenders overlooked was the entirety of the attack group.
There was a lot assaulting the front.
But how about the sides? The back?
The goblins already surrounded the settlement. They used a few of their spiders and wolves to get to the back as a fair amount of goblins were dispatched to the sides. In truth, the group's numbers were a thousand at the front, three hundred for both sides and a hundred to the back. In the forward assault, most likely a quarter of their numbers were dead. The sides took few causalities as the riders had no loses.
While the main force tried to kill as many goblins there, the other defense forces abandoned their posts. They tried to thin out the numbers, but they could not get past the creepy goblins and their numbers. It was not as much as the ones attacking the front, but it was enough to demoralize the defenders.
So when the main group was going to retreat, they found goblins attacking them out of nowhere. It was fairly easy to attack the backline.
Especially the mages.
The good thing about an abandoned settlement was the lack of awareness. Especially from random bystanders. Well, a few civilians were still in the settlement hiding or making their last stand. In terms of the homes close to front gate, almost all of them were empty. When the goblins assaulting the west and east gates, and breached the settlement, they snuck into these abandoned houses, watching the main force hold off against their allies.
How long were they waiting?
Fifteen minutes.
These goblins have a lot more stamina, making sure to cover the distance as fast as possible. They did not want to lose anymore profits.
"W-What the helelhhehehhehehahahahha! AHEHAHEHEAH! HELLEPPEHHEHHEHE!" The fiery redhead mage screams, trying to push the goblins off of her. They tug at her robes, pulling her down as they swarm her. A female healer received the same treatment. The archers had some decent training, killing a few of the ambushers, getting the attention of the vanguard.
"The hell!? Where did these goblins come from?!" A male knight asks, hacking several of the goblins off of the mage, "Quickly! Take them down-"
A crash came from behind them, staring at a...
"I-Is that a troll!?"
"The hell is it wearing?"
The giant creature donned a boney outfit, skull covering its face. The defenders thought the beast would attack them, but it retreated. The creature was not on fire, walking through the fiery wall. Despite the breach, the fire was still in the way.
Then it disappeared. A blast of water drenched the fiery area, allowing the goblins access to the breach.
"S-Shit! Retreat-" The male adventurer with no helmet felt an object placed over his head.
It was a pumpkin.
A goblin somehow jumped from the roof and slammed a pumpkin to his head.
Several poor defenders received the same treatment. Male or female.
If they were female though, they found themselves surrounded in no time. They could not see what was going on, feeling the numerous goblin fingers tickling their body.
The defenders knew they lost, seeing the new batch of goblins rush in from the front.
The red mage unleashes a fair amount of magic around her, burning and pushing the goblins off of her for a few seconds. She quickly shouts into the air.
"Libby! Viz! Warn the other places! Stay its a goblin horde-" Her words were cut off by a sudden device shoved into her mouth.
It was a ring gag, making her speech slurred. The mage tries to burn the goblin, but she noticed it was red. She thought it was paint, but the goblin... was unaffected by her magic. It smiles evilly as several more red goblins take her down.
Fire resistant goblins.
These goblins tore at her clothes, taking a fair amount of them and use them to bind her limbs together. They made sure her hat stays on her head, as they stretched her out on the floor. Three goblins sat on her. One at her wrists which was above her head, another at her hips, and lastly one stationed at her ankles. The red toned goblins swarm her, tickling her body with no mercy. They knew she was the one who delayed them and killed a fair amount of them. Before they start, they made her drank a potion. She could not stop them, drinking the liquid. She could have choked on it, but the goblins knew her tricks. They made sure it was a few drops to get the potion to take effect. With a fair amount of liquid consumed, the goblins start their assault. It was not playful, getting right into business.
She screams in ticklish agony, her eyes were filled with tears already at the merciless assault. The goblins were aware of her passive abilities, having fire resistant demons torture her. They figured her outfit was composed of fire resistant, using it to bind her ever so slightly. It explains why she was still clothed despite the fiery explosion earlier. The goblins tickled every spot of her body, making sure she has no way to truly fight them. When doing this, they were also pleasing themselves. She could not count how many goblins were around her, but she knows as well she wish she escaped. They bicker amongst themselves, most teasing her as they tickle her senselessly.
With most of her outfit in tatters, they scratch at her bare skin. Her armpits were assailed with numbers sharp fingers, unable to truly defend her pits. A goblin held her head as the goblins would scurry their fingers all over her neck, collarbone, and ears. She can feel fingers trail the entirety of her arms and legs, but what got to her was the manhandling on her own fingers and toes. The goblins were taking her clothes to make for some thin cloth to bind her digits. They did not do so on her feet as quickly, savoring their thoroughly ravaging against her black nylons first. Her hands were pried open, forcing her palms out. The fingers would assault the spot, having the mage jump about at the weird and strange spot to target. Her fingers wanted to defend them, but the goblins held them back. With so many hands on the poor digits, they could fight against their demise. She can feel a cloth wrap around her index finger, her thumb, her pinky, they did this to all of her fingers. Once they wrap her fingers, the goblins would just pull, immobilizing and stretching her hands out without hurting her too much. With open palms, the goblins attacked them with no mercy. She can feel a few lick and nibble her hands, making her go a bit crazy.
They could tickle her with other things, but the goblins were now pulling out their dicks, pleasing themselves or using them to tickle her. She knows she was sensitive. The sheer fact they were tickling her with their dicks really got to her though. She screams, trying to fight back. They tame her with a bunch of tickles though, ending her rampage. The goblin at her waist took her breasts and squeeze them together to have his dick go between them. Giving himself a boobjob, the goblins start to stroke and rub their dicks all over the mage. She can feel a dick enter her nylons feet, feeling the precum on her soles. The goblins tore a small hole for them to stick their dick in. Surprisingly, they did not touch her vagina.
The names the mage screamed out was for the hidden units that were on standby. They were to aid in the retreat and make sure to watch their backs. These were the fastest within the group. Seeing the horde of goblins overwhelm the defense line, they make a mad dash to escape.
If they had these units, why did they not notice the incoming goblins?
Magic. The shamans casted their own magic on the goblins just in case. They wanted to make sure they captured the main force. They wanted sure revenge on the people who killed a fair amount of their kind. Even though they were pawns.
"Shit, shit, shit! I knew these goblins would do some crazy shit! Libby says. Her dark hair is in a ponytail, wearing a ninja outfit, "We should have left these guys."
"Stop chatting." Viz says, the brunette says. She wears light leather armor with a bow and quiver of arrows on her back, "Keep running."
A good chuck of their fast soldiers were caught. As they dash from rooftop to rooftop, goblins would pop out and get them. If they could not catch them, they would toss nets and bolas at them. As Libby and Viz got out of the settlement, they witnessed a horrifying scene.
"...You have something to get us out of this?" Viz asks.
"Nope. Even if I have smoke bombs and other gizmos, we can't get past that."
Spiders and wolf riders.
"I also think we fell into their trap. They have webs placed throughout the forest and on the main road."
"Shit. We fight to the death?"
"Could... Could also kill ourselves, but we should have done that earlier."
Their gaze lands on the shamans in the back, staring right at them.
"Ha..."
Two settlements down. A lot of prisoners to take back.
The goblins were ecstatic with their haul. They knew they were hoping for a third place to ransack before retreating.
The settlement they target next halted their momentum.
Their was a decent fighting force. Adventurers, once again, but the twist was the two battalions of an army. One stayed within the city, ensuring the safety of the civilians or anyone entering as the other fend off against the invaders. The adventurers and the battalion easily fend off against the goblin's advance.
They have an actual formation, armor, ranks, a number of things that played against the goblins. Even though the main goblin force at the moment was a sacrificial one and not the real power of their faction, they still faced their opponents. They knew they were outmatched, but the goblins kept with their assault.
As minutes ticked by, sixty percent of the goblin's force were dead. The remaining goblins start to retreat.
All of the experienced adventurers were aware of the trickery and foolishness of chasing goblins. They went back to the settlement, ignoring any taunts or ridicule from anyone who questioned their reason to not pursue the retreating force. The commander of the battalion understood this as well, but he can see the eagerness of some of their troops.
"I will not utterly demand you lot not to pursue. If there wasn't so much battles going on, I would go after them per our doctrine. Yet goblins are not to be underestimated. If you think you can clean them up, go ahead. But I have warned you. Goblins don't gather like that for no reason. There are stronger beings leading them. I will have to make a report."
High on a victory, most of the newer troops and adventurers chase after the retreating goblins. They rush through the forests, making sure to keep insight with their own allies a few feet away from them. The cavalry pace onwards, trying to gauge how far these goblins retreated. These goblins stood no chance against them. Armor, gear, mobility, and such.
As the cavalry split from the ground forces, galloping around the forest where the goblins should be heading to, the newer and fresh units watched them from afar.
Ten minutes in, the pursuers on foot found the retreating goblin force.
"Let's kill them!"
"End their numbers!"
"Stupid goblins!"
The foot soldiers would have alerted their knights and cavalry if they could, but they should be up ahead, blocking the goblin's retreat.
Renewed with vigor, the forces start to sprint at the goblins.
Multiple traps activated throughout the woods. Adventurers fell into ditch, some were snared by a simple rope around their foot. Some were lassoed, some were knocked out. A number of things happened, catching a lot of the foot soldiers off guard. The retreating goblins continued their retreats as new figures emerged from the bushes. There were sounds behind them as the soldiers flinched at the goblin spider riders.
"What the hell is this!?"
"Orcs!? Trolls? Shamans?"
"Not just really orcs... Those are..."
"Holy-" A man tried to voice his thoughts, but he was tackled to the ground by the bulky red humanoid. He huffs, punching two nearby troops on the head. It was enough force to knock them out.
A scream can be heard as the spider pounces on a female archer, biting her neck to inject a paralysis on her. The backside of the spider shoots out a thread, silencing a mage from casting a spell.
A troll easily picks up a human by the ankle before he knocks him out.
A shaman casts a spell on a male mage, mind controlling him to use his magic against his allies. Several blue skinned beings with armor easily rush through their fighters, proving their martial prowess.
All of these beings were evolutions and creations beyond the mere goblins. Elites. Terrors to be afraid of. They would love to tickle their prey, but they understood the urgency of the situation. They need to fall back and prepare for the incoming invasions. They cannot idle out here for too long.
Their reward will come later. Once they are back at their place. The retreating goblins did a one eighty, rushing to the down bodies as they carry them back home.
A gray skinned orc yells in the monster language, ushering a quick clean up. If they cannot catch the retreating prey, leave them, and take what they have already.
They immediately dispatch the pursuers, making sure to get the most of them.
The knights group that were with the pursuers safely retreated. They were aware of the goblin's tactics, and they knew something was odd. They had a spellcaster in their group, covering their scent and casted invisibility on them twenty minutes ago. They also covered their horse tracks to make sure they were never there.
When the main goblin force ambush the pursuers, the knights watch an elite horde appear out of nowhere, entering the forest.
They thought they were found out, seeing several shamans eye at them, but a figure commanded them.
A Goblin Lord.
The being was covered in stolen plate armor, dyeing the armor in dark green paint with a red cape behind it. The Lord glance at their spot, feeling as if someone was there. And even they were, they should know not to mess with them.
Once the goblins left the area, and making sure they truly did, the knights went back to the commander. This was such an awful holiday for them. They question who was the bastard who started this stupid event.
TK lets out a sigh. Due to it being the one to start up Halloween, a lot of people were making sure they lock down the poor fella.
Several dungeons have sent forces at it along with a number of surface factions. There was no way it could plan a hellish assault like last time.
Sure, it could still do it while playing defensive, but what was the point.
It didn't really spread terror when it was defending its land from invaders. Hell, everyone on its side was already having their fun and was in the festive spirit.
Even X, who was tempting TK heavily once more with her sexy witch outfit.
"Any plans? Tricking anyone or you treating them?"
"Neither." TK grumbled.
"Excuse me?"
"Stop teasing me, X. YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHY I AM NOT HAPPY."
"Shame. I was going to treat you-"
A Slime Honor Unit grabs her from behind. Speaking through the unit, TK says, "Oh. I will take all of my stress on you. For sure."
"Heh. Alright."
TK didn't get what it wanted from Halloween, but it got a rather nice treat (a different story for a different time).
"Well, well, well. What a treat. I did not expect so many other... beings enacting on such glorious worship. Truly. I think I have entered a splendid new world!"
The sinister smiling white mask, black top hat, and red suit stood out as the figure stood on a black altar. The man's fingers were not idle, writing with a quill on a pair of naked feet. The big female feet in question seem to be glued into the dark wood of the altar. The masked man altered the surface to ensure her feet were perfectly encased, silencing all movements.
"Halloween... Such a familiar holiday I miss. They called me the tickle bogey man back then. In my place. The Neverending House. Jeez... How I miss it. Slightly. I had allies, but they were so... dull. Being monotonous with a simple order and having no... passion with their works. Truly bad coworkers. But these individuals... These factions. This world certainly has the passion! They are not as dull as my former comrades! Ha hah ha!" A slight muffle can be heard, interrupting his speech.
"Oh. I forgot. Right, can't forget my new rules. Where was I..." He trails his finger against the taunt foot, reading what he wrote.
"Rule number one. Don't try to kill me. Did I really write that? No, no... Ah, I think I need to redo it? Do I need to scratch it out? I might need to scrub your feet again, dear. I think I have ushered out a bit of a selfish and weak statement." He emphasize this by dipping the pointy quill into the black ink and running it across the ball of her feet. He does it multiple times, making a disappoint tsk.
"What am I doing? Scratching it out as if it erases such mistakes. It dares to mock me."
"You shouldn't worry about that, milord." A female says wearing a similar red suit, white mask, and top hat, "You have been emphasizing such an enlightening speech and sermon to us nonbelievers! We need to punish these wicked worshippers for trying to kill you!"
"No, no, no. I mean, yes. But no." The main man taps the quill on the fate, ignoring the pleas beneath him, "I am mad about the Goddess trying to kill me. Well, this specifically one we are raiding right now, but I think I am in love with her as well."
"Love?!" The followers of the man all gasp, stopping their personal punishment on the bound believers.
"Yes. I think it's love. Extreme gratitude... Desires... Lust... And love." The man says, lifting his hands into the air in a theatrical way.
"Such emotions." A different masked man awes, ignoring the bound priestess with her boobs sticking out of bandage mummification. She yelps in her gag, feeling the feather dusting over her stiffened nipples, begging for release. The man has been tickle teasing her for hours.
When the Goddess warned them of strong heretics... They should have heeded her advice. These masked fanatics... were on a whole different level. Even if they died, they showed no mercy. And if they knew what was going to happen to them, they should have departed from the world to be in the safety of their beloved Goddess.
Yet this was a first.
Their Goddess, their almighty powerful Goddess, revived this fucked up being!?
Was this why her fellow brothers and sisters suffered?! Because of the very deity they worship!?
Ignoring the sudden shock from the Goddess' followers, the main figure goes on.
"I am crazy, right?" The man covers his face, crying. Or pretending to be in despair.
"You are not, milord!"
"You are not crazy!"
"Crazy are those who do not understand us! Those who do not follow your way!"
"Yes. Yes. You are all right!" The man exclaims, hearing his people cheer and applaud him.
"WE are not crazy! We are just doing what we love to do. Yes! YES! I can see it. Dear Goddess," he swiftly writes on the soles in front of him, dipping and writing ferociously to the point the main priestess was screaming in a very loud pitch, crying for a bit of mercy. "I will make sure to see you, love you, and tickle you! This is my purpose and my way of showing you my utmost gratitude!"
Another round of applause and cheers.
"Ah! But we need to establish ourselves! Let us make a new religion!"
If anyone heard this, they would have attacked and labeled the man as a heretic.
Sadly, those who are bounded, gagged, and being tickled fuck in a variety of ways were the ones who would denounce this. The announcement was met with glorious cheers as the man looks at his followers with a glint in his eyes.
"Now, let us continue our tasks before us! Let us show the Goddess' worshippers how they have been in denial of true happiness! Let us merge! In time, I will make sure the Goddess will love me and the things I do! Now, let us commence the ritual! HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"
He laughs manically as muffled laughter rings throughout the cathedral.
"For I, Mr. Sinister, have returned."
AUTHOR'S END NOTES:
Well a few things to why I am placing this here now.
1. I didn't upload this side story on here when I posted this back on deviantart.
2. My main deviantart channel, DeathBlackShadoz, has been jeopardized and want to archive this story here for future reference. If you want to know what my other account name is, it is DeathBlackShadoz2.
I will most likely post stories from deviantart to here and vice versa.
