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A unusual sketch this time, with my buff Tyrantrum getting his sensitive feet tickled after having his boots ripped open. And of course, that means i'll be writing a short story below. Nonetheless, thanks for looking

Shane POV

Shane struggled against his bonds to no avail, strapped down to a metal chair in a dark room. The Tyrantrum had no idea how he got here. The last thing he remembered was laying down in his bed for the night, only to wake up here all tied up.

As the Tyrantrum puzzles over his situation, the only thing he could think of to comfort himself is the fact all his limbs were still on him, wiggling his fingers, that were tied up tightly behind his back, as well as his massive toes, sealed inside his trusty and battered combat boots, his legs stretched out in front of him and restrained by strong metal clamps.

Sudden movement in the dark attracts the Tyrantrum's attention. "Who are you?!", Shane shouts at the figure in the dark. The figure doesn't answer just yet, only stepping into the light hung over the Tyrantrum, revealing a rather short figure, who was distinctively reptilian in shape, wearing a full black attire complete with a black mask. The only color on Shane's captor are a pair of glowy blue eyes. "Well Mr Terradyne, i can say that i'm someone you know. In the mean time you can call me Captor" The figure says in a rather low voice.

Shane growls abit at the figure, "What do you want?" the Tyrantrum demands only for the figure to chuckle and reply, "Oh nothing much, i just want to toy with you a little". "Toy?" The Tyrantrum inquires, confused. "Yes indeed" Captor replies, coming closer and eventually stopping at the outstretched, booted feet of the Tyrantrum. Shane, filled with abit of worry, asks, "What..what are you going to do?".

Captor simply looks up at him, "You'll see...lets get started shall we" says as he puts his clawed hands on Shane's boots.

Captor POV

Captor faces his victim's massive boots. The Tyrantrum's, once, black combat boots are covered in mud and filth, the distressed leather showing the age of the footwear. Captor smirks, has no regret trashing the Tyrantrum's boots. "You ready?" He asks Shane, only getting a snarl in return. "I'll take it as a yes" chuckles evily, "Lets get these open"

The dragon (Captor is actually a wingless dragon, you'll see who he actually is at the end XD) begins to work his extremely sharp claws between the leather uppers and the soft, worn, rubbery soles of the boots. His victim begins to struggle and protest at his action, clearly surprised by his action. However this doesn't stop him from plunging his claws deeper into those big boots.

Soon, the dragon, after lodging his claws suitably deep into the boots, begins pulling on the soles, intending to work them free from the uppers. The boots put up a good fight initially, the leather stretching and squeaking as it struggled to keep itself intact but eventually, as the force of the pull increases, it starts to give way.

"rrrRip!" the boots went as the leather begin ripping from the soles. While the stitching, brown and muddied from years of abuse, did their best to keep things together, they stood no chance against the swift slices of Captor's claws, snapping with ease and further releasing the soles. With the fronts ripping apart, the musk, built up from 3 years worth of non stop wearing (Shane legitimately wears his boots 24/7), began to spill out from the shoes, tainting the air with a foul smell.

Captor continued to peel the soles to the heel, revealing Shane's massive feet, which looks far softer than the rest of him.

Shane POV

Shane was rather ticked off by what Captor has done to his boots, and so couldn't wait to kick the reptile's behind. "Are you done?" asks with a partial growl. "Oh no, the fun is just starting" Captor replies, brandishing 2 feathers (which are indeed, like in the sketch, relatively smaller than Shane's foot). Shane:" Uh oh", can only say that, realising whats going on. A little known fact about Shane is that, while he typically isn't ticklish, his feet are rather...sensitive. While he isn't embarrassed by it, its not a commonly known knowledge by people, only his friends and family knows.....

Captor began running his claw slowly along his soles, causing him to curl his toes up, a chuckle escaping his snout. "Hey stop that!" Shouts at Captor. "No thanks" Captor replied as he began tickling both his feet. Shane starts laughing before biting down, determined not too laugh too loudly. "Come on.." Captor goads him on "You know you want to laugh". Shane can only snarl at his 'torturer' for a microsecond before he starts chuckling again, his strong facade collapsing abit.

A few minutes later of tickling, the torture finally ended, leaving the Tyrantrum gasping for air. As much as he hated he got into this situation, he can't deny that he did enjoy the laugh. Captor, has backed away a little, looks at him with a grin. "Enjoyed your treatment?" The dragon asks. "No" Shane lies a little,"What am i going to do about these?" refers to his now destroyed boots. "Oh you can keep your smelly boots" Captor grins,"That was fun,....but now its time for bed" The dragon snaps his fingers and with that, Shane suddenly felt very drowsy and blacks out....

Shane wakes with a start, back in bed. "What..." immediately checks his feet, but strangely, while his boots are still on his feet, they show no sign of damage, still covered in mud just like when he went to bed the last night. "You okay?" A voice asks him from his bedroom door, a young, strange looking wingless Dragon called Ken. "Yea" Shane replies "Just a strange dream", says as he looks at the young dragon, finding the dragon's glowy blue eyes...oddly familiar.

"Okay if you say so" the dragon says as he turns to exits the room, "What can i say.." the dragon adds just before leaving, "That was fun...". And with that, the Tyrantrum puts two and two together. "You little...." Shane begins but the young dragon has already left, leaving a rather angry Tyrantrum to chase the dragon down and enact his revenge....

And there we go, a short story inspired by a RP i had. Hope it isn't too cringey (who am i kidding, its very cringey but i don't care XD), any tips on story writing or sketching skills would be greatly appreciated . Have a good day.

Description
A unusual sketch this time, with my buff Tyrantrum getting his sensitive feet tickled after having his boots ripped open. And of course, that means i'll be writing a short story below. Nonetheless, thanks for looking

Shane POV

Shane struggled against his bonds to no avail, strapped down to a metal chair in a dark room. The Tyrantrum had no idea how he got here. The last thing he remembered was laying down in his bed for the night, only to wake up here all tied up.

As the Tyrantrum puzzles over his situation, the only thing he could think of to comfort himself is the fact all his limbs were still on him, wiggling his fingers, that were tied up tightly behind his back, as well as his massive toes, sealed inside his trusty and battered combat boots, his legs stretched out in front of him and restrained by strong metal clamps.

Sudden movement in the dark attracts the Tyrantrum's attention. "Who are you?!", Shane shouts at the figure in the dark. The figure doesn't answer just yet, only stepping into the light hung over the Tyrantrum, revealing a rather short figure, who was distinctively reptilian in shape, wearing a full black attire complete with a black mask. The only color on Shane's captor are a pair of glowy blue eyes. "Well Mr Terradyne, i can say that i'm someone you know. In the mean time you can call me Captor" The figure says in a rather low voice.

Shane growls abit at the figure, "What do you want?" the Tyrantrum demands only for the figure to chuckle and reply, "Oh nothing much, i just want to toy with you a little". "Toy?" The Tyrantrum inquires, confused. "Yes indeed" Captor replies, coming closer and eventually stopping at the outstretched, booted feet of the Tyrantrum. Shane, filled with abit of worry, asks, "What..what are you going to do?".

Captor simply looks up at him, "You'll see...lets get started shall we" says as he puts his clawed hands on Shane's boots.

Captor POV

Captor faces his victim's massive boots. The Tyrantrum's, once, black combat boots are covered in mud and filth, the distressed leather showing the age of the footwear. Captor smirks, has no regret trashing the Tyrantrum's boots. "You ready?" He asks Shane, only getting a snarl in return. "I'll take it as a yes" chuckles evily, "Lets get these open"

The dragon (Captor is actually a wingless dragon, you'll see who he actually is at the end XD) begins to work his extremely sharp claws between the leather uppers and the soft, worn, rubbery soles of the boots. His victim begins to struggle and protest at his action, clearly surprised by his action. However this doesn't stop him from plunging his claws deeper into those big boots.

Soon, the dragon, after lodging his claws suitably deep into the boots, begins pulling on the soles, intending to work them free from the uppers. The boots put up a good fight initially, the leather stretching and squeaking as it struggled to keep itself intact but eventually, as the force of the pull increases, it starts to give way.

"rrrRip!" the boots went as the leather begin ripping from the soles. While the stitching, brown and muddied from years of abuse, did their best to keep things together, they stood no chance against the swift slices of Captor's claws, snapping with ease and further releasing the soles. With the fronts ripping apart, the musk, built up from 3 years worth of non stop wearing (Shane legitimately wears his boots 24/7), began to spill out from the shoes, tainting the air with a foul smell.

Captor continued to peel the soles to the heel, revealing Shane's massive feet, which looks far softer than the rest of him.

Shane POV

Shane was rather ticked off by what Captor has done to his boots, and so couldn't wait to kick the reptile's behind. "Are you done?" asks with a partial growl. "Oh no, the fun is just starting" Captor replies, brandishing 2 feathers (which are indeed, like in the sketch, relatively smaller than Shane's foot). Shane:" Uh oh", can only say that, realising whats going on. A little known fact about Shane is that, while he typically isn't ticklish, his feet are rather...sensitive. While he isn't embarrassed by it, its not a commonly known knowledge by people, only his friends and family knows.....

Captor began running his claw slowly along his soles, causing him to curl his toes up, a chuckle escaping his snout. "Hey stop that!" Shouts at Captor. "No thanks" Captor replied as he began tickling both his feet. Shane starts laughing before biting down, determined not too laugh too loudly. "Come on.." Captor goads him on "You know you want to laugh". Shane can only snarl at his 'torturer' for a microsecond before he starts chuckling again, his strong facade collapsing abit.

A few minutes later of tickling, the torture finally ended, leaving the Tyrantrum gasping for air. As much as he hated he got into this situation, he can't deny that he did enjoy the laugh. Captor, has backed away a little, looks at him with a grin. "Enjoyed your treatment?" The dragon asks. "No" Shane lies a little,"What am i going to do about these?" refers to his now destroyed boots. "Oh you can keep your smelly boots" Captor grins,"That was fun,....but now its time for bed" The dragon snaps his fingers and with that, Shane suddenly felt very drowsy and blacks out....

Shane wakes with a start, back in bed. "What..." immediately checks his feet, but strangely, while his boots are still on his feet, they show no sign of damage, still covered in mud just like when he went to bed the last night. "You okay?" A voice asks him from his bedroom door, a young, strange looking wingless Dragon called Ken. "Yea" Shane replies "Just a strange dream", says as he looks at the young dragon, finding the dragon's glowy blue eyes...oddly familiar.

"Okay if you say so" the dragon says as he turns to exits the room, "What can i say.." the dragon adds just before leaving, "That was fun...". And with that, the Tyrantrum puts two and two together. "You little...." Shane begins but the young dragon has already left, leaving a rather angry Tyrantrum to chase the dragon down and enact his revenge....

And there we go, a short story inspired by a RP i had. Hope it isn't too cringey (who am i kidding, its very cringey but i don't care XD), any tips on story writing or sketching skills would be greatly appreciated . Have a good day.