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Tickling In The New Year

By KinkSaber

In the eleventh hour of the year of the dragon, there was a single lonesome figure still seated upon the throne of the heavenly court, in the room of inexorable truths and beauty of the grand jade palace. Between the peach trees of immorality in the empress’ garden slither a shadowy figure towards the audience hall where the dragon sat in his diminished glow.

“Still here, Dragon?” The serpent hissed. “Isn’t it about time for you to vacate? Pry your megalomaniac ass off that nice comfy chair? Mother says it’s my turn.”

“I’d like to see you try, Snake.” The bulk, elder eastern dragon chuckled. Despite being thousands of years old, he looked no older than forty or forty-five. His hair was silver, not gray, and he smelled of fragrant hyacinth. 

“Must we do this song and dance every time?” The great serpent sighed. “Can’t you make it easy for yourself – for me – just once in your life? None of the others are as difficult as you.”

“Except Ox. He’s twice as stubborn as I am.” The dragon pointed out. “But I’m more powerful.”

“The end of your year draws near, Dragon. Your power wanes as the new moon.” The serpent flexed the bones in his body. “And I feel mine rise. Last chance, Dragon. Willingly remove yourself, or I will be forced to evict you from the seat.”

“Once again, Snake, I’d like to see you try.” The dragon chuckled.

“Same as every other time, then; and yet you’ve never won against me.” The snake’s eyes glowed a most fortuitous red. The two waited as the final seconds passed before the heavenly bell ran throughout the celestial realm. The serpent’s powers exploded from his core and surrounded him; wrapped both of them with a fine mist that reeked of unbound glory and golden exaltation. “Aah, yes. Do you feel that? Your time has gone, and mine has come.”

“We shall see.” The dragon finally pushed himself from the throne, and as he gathered all of his essence in one attack, a most fiery flame of golden yellow and scarlet red flooded the room as the dragon’s power rushed towards the serpent. 

It was, of course, in vain. The serpent’s power coated and shielded him from the flames that would have melted iron like ice, the same way the mist protected the pillars, floor, and walls of the jade palace. He had more than enough power to spare. It was as he said. The year of the dragon was over; and it was the serpent’s time to brilliantly shine. 

“Embarrassing.” The snake commented, and launched an attack of his own. His main body split into a nest of snakes, each one shared a color of his rainbow scales; each one shared his consciousness and will. He came as a tsunami that overwhelmed the dragon within seconds, so much so that the dragon had no time to react to the flood of serpents that buried him within the slithering mass.

From within the nest, two large boa bound the dragon’s wrists together and his arms were pulled behind his back; two others bound his legs together by the thick, muscular thighs. Vipers and cobras weaved and locked his knees together, lifted them upwards as they tilted the dragon back, and as the snake’s enchantment continued each of the serpents that bound the dragon turned to jade-decorated stones. Soon, the dragon was trapped by unbreakable statues of the snake’s likeness, and from within the nest the true body coiled the dragon’s torso as the two came face to face once more.

“Hello, brother.” The snake greeted the dragon, his tongue licked the air and the tip of the dragon’s lips.

“Hmph!” The dragon scoffed. “Childish tricks.” He couldn’t move. His body was encased in the snake statues. 

“More than enough to keep you where you belong, brother.” The snake said. “Should have abdicated when the chance was offered to you; and now you shall pay the price, as is tradition.”

“You and your.. Childish games!” The dragon frowned. “I am the dragon of the Zodiacs. Majestic. Honored. Revered. The mortals look upon my image and tremble in fear and awe!”

“That is because the mortals don’t know how ticklish you are, dear brother. If only they knew – if only they saw, you really believe they’d worship someone as giggly and silly as you?” The snake snickered. “Where shall I start this time? Your tender pits? Your skittish tummy? Or the time tested, your weakest spot; those deliciously sensitive feet of yours?”

“Of all of us Zodiacs, only you, Snake, could come up with such disrespectful foolery!”

“And of all of us Zodiacs, only you, Dragon, are as ticklish as your ego is inflated.” The snake’s tail extended towards the dragon’s chin and stroked it gently. “You know, we do this every single time your year comes to an end. One wonders if you, perhaps, and dare I say it – if you enjoy our little exchange more than you let on.”

“Hogwash. Absolute hogwash!”

“But is it, though?” The snake’s tail tickled the scales that protected the dragon’s neck. “Tell me you don’t love being under my – well, tail!”

“I..!” The dragon blushed. “I don’t!”

“Say you don’t enjoy being bound by my enchantments. Say you don’t enjoy being held helplessly by my spells of stone. Coiled and trapped. Tickled at my mercy until you finally cave in. Sure is suspect that you fall into my trap every year for something you don’t enjoy, Dragon.”

“I do not.” The dragon emphasized, but he felt giddy inside. They both knew he enjoyed it, but as the snake said – that song and dance was their tradition. He loved it deeply. He loved to antagonize the snake, who would then punish him for his insolence. He loved the chase and the high.

“And who’s spewing hogwash now, brother dear?” The snake coiled around the dragon’s neck and gave him another peck of kiss. “I can feel your heartbeat; how it became turbulent as a raging river; unpredictable as the unforgiving sea. I can feel your body turn hot. I can feel your lust grow. Just admit it. You love being a helpless little tickle bitch under me.”

“I do.. Not!” The dragon insisted, with little authority or certainty. What he said did not convince anybody, least of all himself.

“You love being my mindless tickle toy.”

“I do not!”

“Then beg me to free you, and I will.” The snake challenged the dragon. “Go on. Say you don’t want it and I’ll let you go.”

“I will not stoop to begging!” The dragon huffed. “Do your worst!”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ll fall for your games this time!” The snake hissed. “No. If you want to be tickled, you should be asking for it. Act your age, Dragon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” The dragon growled. He did not like what the snake implied.

“Maybe I had it wrong all these years, brother. Maybe I shouldn’t demand you beg for your freedom. I should have demanded you to beg for pleasure all this time!”

The dragon’s cheek blushed harder when he understood what the snake meant.

“Yes, that’s right. If you want me to fulfill your secret pleasure, you’ll have to beg for it.” The snake chuckled. “Speak up now. I’m listening.”

“I don’t.. I don’t..!” The dragon choked. Does he really not want it?

“I don’t have all day, brother. I got the whole mortal world to watch over.” The snake tutted. “I’ll give you to the count of five. Beg for the mind breaking tickles you crave, or you can spend the next eleven years being the horny, frustrated, blue-balled tickle gooner that you are.”

“N-never! You wouldn’t!” The dragon’s voice cracked.

“Five. Four. Three.” The snake counted, and then paused and glared at the dragon intently. “Two.”

“Hnnngg..!” The dragon moaned, and bit his tongue.

“Two and a half.” The snake sternly warned. The dragon could tell the snake wasn’t just calling his bluff. If he wanted to satisfy his urges, now was the time to speak up. The serpent wasn’t playing around.

“Yeesh! Okay! Okay!” The dragon choked down his pride. The humiliation hits differently after the thousands of years of their game. His admission was fresh. Made him feel small and weak. Made him feel vulnerable. It put him in the headspace he wanted. His cheeks burned, but he couldn’t be more excited if he tried. “I want it.”

Naturally, that didn’t satisfy the snake’s demands. He needed to hear the dragon say it. Say every word. Every syllable. He pressed.

“You want what?” The snake smirked.

“I want – I can’t believe I’m saying this – I want to be tickled.” The dragon finally let the words slip from between his lips. His face burned as hot and red as his flames. Hotter. It was a good feeling.

“Heh.” The snake remained face to face with the dragon. His tongue licked the air, and the dragon’s lips. He moved in for a better kiss. “Such a good boy. Tell me what you are.”

“I am.. Ugh..!” The dragon moaned. His cock throbbed and his toes curled in anticipation. “I’m a gooner. Tickle me and let me goon.”

“Go on.” The snake wanted more. He, too, was greedy.

“I’m a horny tickle gooner.” The dragon’s voice trailed. The once dominant, powerful image of the dragon was nowhere to be seen. “I need to be tickled. So much. Please.”

“That’s what I’m talking about.” The snake sighed. He felt shivers run up his spine. “You’re just a weak little dragon, aren’t you? You crave the tickles, don’t you?”

“Oh gods, yes.” The dragon admitted once more. 

“My brother. My horny, broken, tickle toy.” The snake teased. “Tell me where you want to be tormented first. Your pits, tummy, or toes.”

“Tickle my toes.” The dragon inhaled sharply. “Please. I can’t wait another second. Bind them up, pull them back, and tickle my toes until I break.”

“Break like a little dragon tickle bitch.” The snake commented.

“Yes.”

“Beg again.”

“Please tickle my gooner toes.” The dragon moaned. He shifted in his bondage. “Gods, please tickle my gooner toes. I’m begging you. I’ve waited so long. I’ve been a good boy.”

The snake’s many tails coiled towards the dragon’s toes; each one thin but stronger than cables of steel; each one found their target and pulled their own digit back until the dragon’s sole was stretched and taut. The scales were soft and the skin was creamy. The snake ran his duplicate tails over each of the dragon’s toe pads.

“You kept them nice and tender for me, didn’t you?” He teased. “Soaked them in milk and honey – and, I suspect, the dews from the immortal peach trees.”

“Please don’t tell the mother empress.” The dragon whimpered as he was caught red handed.

“What a heavy price you’d have to pay for my silence.” The snake hissed. He licked the dragon’s lips again with a quick kiss. The dragon loved the adoration, the attention he received. He had been starved of touch, and the snake knew how to press all of his buttons without reserve.

“Maybe you should consider collecting, then.” The dragon smirked. The tighter his toes were pulled, the more aroused he was. His mind was filled with thoughts of being tormented by the snake, and his body reacted accordingly. Fortunately for him, the snake granted his wishes. The tails returned with slick slithers across his taut soles and teased the dragon’s milky arches. The serpent’s scales brushed and scraped against the tender skin, and it elicited a sort of whimper-giggle-moan from the dragon’s throat.

“Such a good tickle boy..” The snake cooed. “Kept your soles all soft and sensitive for me. Just for me. Isn’t that right?”

“Yessir.” The dragon smiled. He felt the tingles travel from the tip of his toes through his arches, then up his legs and his spine. There was a brief pause. He scrunched his toes against the serpent’s bondage, and whined. “Don’t stop. More. More, please.”

The serpent obliged. Another stroke of his tail against the dragon’s chin, another stroke down his soles. The many duplicates under his command were like trained, skilled hands against the dragon’s feet. No, better than hands. They were far more prehensile than fingers ever could be. They slipped between the dragon’s bound toes and scratched the entire length of their body against the sensitive skin between those digits; the very same scales that endlessly slithered all over the dragon’s taut soles so that at any given moment, the dragon was treated to a flurry of ticklish sensations. The prickle of a horned viper. The raised scales of the spiny bush. The cool, broad side of the hognose snake. The scritch-scratch of the spider-tailed viper. Each of these snakes offered the dragon a unique sensation against his receptive skin, each one brought a different sort of thrill as their texture made contact and lingered against the dragon’s soles.

There were, of course, the naughtier snakes that slithered between the dragon’s insteps. Thick, warm, and girthy. It stimulated the dragon’s brain in ways he never imagined possible; to be held so helplessly while his soles were fucked and used; for another creature to so easily breach between his soles for their own pleasure. The more they thrusted, the more they twisted and turned between his insteps, the more the dragon was lost to his own desires of being completely helpless and vulnerable. 

It was the contradiction that made him so aroused. Him, the dragon of the Zodiacs; the most powerful of the twelve. The only one that was mystical and revered in all of heaven and earth. He alone controlled the rain and wind, the raging seas and the rapid rivers. He, who had domination over continents; his brood that was written and sang and worshiped for eons. For him to become so powerless as to have his soles freely used and fucked by unintelligent creatures was unspeakably taboo; and yet it excited him beyond anything else that heaven and earth could offer.

He dwelled in sweet ticklish ecstasy. In his sweet helplessness. To be objectified and toyed with. The dragon moaned so deeply that the lust came from within his essence, his eternal soul.

He felt a nibble. A playful one. The snakes could not harm him – not physically, anyway. He wished for the nibble to be harder; and then as if his mind was read, the serpent granted his wish once more. Sharp fangs dug into his soles, just enough to cause a thrilling sensation, and not enough to break skin. He felt jaws clamp and close against the side of his feet; felt tongues lick between his toes as the hardened scales continued to gush between those bound, pulled digits. He cried out with intense pleasure.

“More..!”

It was the first word that came out of either of their mouths. The singular word broke the silence between the two; and he demanded more. More sweet torment. To make him feel smaller, more helpless. He loved it. It was the only thing he was capable of now. Nothing else mattered.

The rest of his body was nowhere as sensitive as his soles, and the serpent knew it. All of the snake’s attention was paid to the feet, the toes, the arches. Those meaty heels were nibbled and chewed on. The milky arches were exploited by hard and horned scales. The toes were licked by the forked, hissing tongues. The dragon loved each and every prickle he felt, but mostly he loved the idea that he had been reduced to nothing but a pair of feet for the snake's ticklish pleasure.

“Not more. Less.” The snake corrected. “You – become less and less. Not a dragon. Not a Zodiac – but my personal tickle toy, my tickle boy. Become less. Become nothing.”

“Yes.”

The snake’s voice was calm and collected; and as it traveled through the dragon’s mind it lured the dragon into a sense of nothingness. The snake was, among his hermetic arts, skilled at hypnotism, but he didn’t even need to use a tenth of what he was capable of. All he needed was to speak the words that the dragon wanted to hear.

“Such a good boy.” He whispered into the dragon’s ear. He gave the dragon a peck on the cheek. “Such a good boy. Adored. Loved. Helpless. Such a good tickle toy.”

“Yesss..!” The dragon moaned. He was a good boy. He had worked so hard. It was now time for rest – for pleasure and play. He had been freed of his celestial duties. “Make me your tickle boy.”

“Not even a tickle boy.” The snake corrected again. 

“Your.. tickle toy.“ The dragon gasped when he felt the snake’s tails burrow themselves between all of his toes. “Ah.. ahh!! Yes..! Tickle my toes! I am your tickle toy.”

“Doesn’t it feel good to give in? To surrender?”

“It does.” The dragon closed his eyes. All he saw in his mind’s eyes were his toes that were bound, his soles that were taken advantage of. He was the snake’s tickle toy, truly. There was no room for his ego. He sank further, deeper. He surrendered his pride. It was such a useless thing; it got in the way of the only thing that mattered. Throw it away. Throw it away. Throw it away. Gone, gone, gone. He did not need it. It was a hindrance.

“Such a good boy.” The snake repeated. “Such a good boy. Let everything go. Relax and release. All you need to be is tickled.”

“Tickled.” The dragon cooed. He felt the tail against his soles again. His lips curled upwards and formed a smile. “Tickled toy.”

Like ice in summer heat, the dragon’s brain melted into a puddle of bliss. He was content. Happy. In his right place. He deserved to be trapped as the snake’s tickle boy. His soles deserved to be lifted to the snake’s face and kept as pets for the snake’s amusement.

He flexed his toes and felt the bonds that kept them captive. Such helpless toes deserved to be tickled. Such a ticklish dragon with such a deserved fate. He felt his groin stir, hot and needy. The snake felt it, too; but it was not time yet. The shaft was coiled, and then trapped in stone the same way the rest of the dragon was. Locked away, only toyed with by the snake’s whim. The dragon whimpered at the prospect; the fact that he had just lost the ability to even be pleasured made him more aroused.

Pointlessly aroused. He would torment himself with the craving of tickles and orgasm, but he would only receive one and not the other. His pleasure on the edge would be endless, should the snake so choose. He felt the attention paid to his soles by the duplicate serpents once more, and then decided that his own pleasure was no longer a priority. No, no, no. He was the snake’s toy now. His soles are the snake’s playthings – and what was important was the snake’s satisfaction with how ticklish he was. With how much of a good tickle boy he was.

No thoughts in his head. No desires, no pleasure. Complete Zen – and completely helpless, bounded, tickled soles. He was not needed for another eleven years, if ever again – for anything other than his feet to suffer delicious torment. 

Dragon was the goodest tickle boy, after all.

=The end=