Altair's interrogation (Patreon)

"...The last orange ray of sunshine was dissapearing in the middle of the Akr'garr Fortress, as two armored guardians dragged a feline by his arms. They were holding them still, restraining any move from his waist and up. Arms behind his back, and scruffy fur on his head and neck they broughthe beaten Lion-Tiger hybrid in front of an intimidating red dragonborn: Ascaloth Quarrsmine.

"We found this guy suspicious Sir Quarrsmine" said one of the guardians, a green orc with a giant brown beard and a nasty scar over his left cheek. "Yes, he was lingering around in the surroundings of Ivory Dome Town. Juuust before the arrival of one of the shipments from Rakar's Kingdom, full of Silver hehe, what a nice coincidence, isn’t it my friend?" said the second guard, a green lizardfolk, just a couple of inches smaller than the orc right next to him, as he pointed to the feline's armored chest. He snickered for a second.

Altair's eyes were widely open when he heard that, as his body started struggling against the orc and lizard's firm hands. "And why did that Morrison fox sendthis tiger to me?" replied the dragonborn. "Seems he was very busy with the carnivalcoming tomorrow and he didn’t want to looseany of their men... you know... asking questions...?" Replied the lizardfolk nervously, just before being interrupted by a growling sound that pretty much was a 'very draconic' insult. "And now I have to babysit thieves, as always. Take him to the dungeon". Another deep growl came from his muzzle, just before the two guards grabbed the concerned liger again, who finally attempted to speak. "No, this is just a misunderstanding! I... I did nothing wrong! I was looking for clues, I can explain everything! I just need my backpack, please!" But his panicking pleads were just ignored, as the people in the fortress saw how another unlucky prisoner was lost in the dark corridors of the Akr'garr Fortress.

The place was cold and had a wet smell all around.Altair started to feel nervous as not a single sound was heard among the thick, cold stone walls of the fortress as they went downstairs, the dark staircase just being lighted up bymagical torches, untill they reached a sturdy looking wooden door wich the orc swiftly opened. At the same time he broke the unconfortable silence that had been accompanying them since the entrance. "Oh boy, if I were you I would be praying... do you believe in a deity? Cause if you do you should probably start praying". The lizardfolk just laughed as the feline hybrid gulped and walked inside the room. Many torture devices could be seen around. Altair eyes went from side to side, as cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.

The lizardfolk tried to remove one of the thick metal plates on the feline's armored shoulders, just to find they was incredibly well attached and was almost impossible to move around. The same happened to the ones in his chest and back, held tightly in place by sturdy leather straps that covered most part of hisbody... except by his feet...

Altair laughed at the lizard's faulty attempts to remove his metal armor. "I think your methods are not going to work that well egg-brain" said the Liger, with an amused smile on his face, for a second forgetting his predicament, looking at the frustrated face of the lizard. Suddenly the guards decided to change tactics. The orc grabbed Altair frombehind,holding his arms firmly in place and making him lose his balance, giving easy access to the feline's hind paws. The lizard grabbed him by the ankle, and with the back of his finger teased a light tickle on Altair's soft paw pads.

The reaction didn’t let them wait long.

In less then a second the big cat was laughing, as if a full feather duster was attacking the whole surface of his foot. The orc and the lizardfolk looked at each other and grinned deviously. "Bring the S-015" said the orc in a malicious tune.

The lizard jumped from his spot as the orc dragged the liger effortlessly to the other side of the room and quickly tied his wrists behind his back to a wooden pole. "seems you like to laugh, right my little cat? Well, we will give you a goodreason to laugh". The other guard came back just a couple of minutes later. Altair's anxiety became obvious as he returned with a weird, dusty contraption. It was like a table with two holes on it. As the liger was distracted, the orc put a bench behind him, forcefully sitting him down. And just in a blink of an eyeAltair saw how his ankles were put inside the holes of the ankle stocks. With a "click" sound the lizard locked them in place, making the feline loose every hope of freedom.

The next thing Altair could feel was how his foot and ankle protections was removed, letting his entire yellow and cream coloredpaws, from soles to toes, completely exposed. They had four plump toes on each foot, with big toe pads and a center pad below. The lizard teased a light tickle with his finger. "Wow, his feet are soft, they feel like the pads of a cat". The orc touched Altair's other foot to prove the theory, just to nod to his companion, as the liger giggled uncontrolably. "Agg, but he's dirty. We should clean him first" said the orc as he grabbed a couple of old brushes from a bucket. "Thats a odd comment coming from an orc, you know?" replied the lizard, as both of them started discussing. Then they grabbed the brushes, one each, and started brushing the feline's helpless feet up to down. As expected, Altair's reaction couldn't wait. He giggled the first seconds, then started laughing louder and louder. Minutes passed with the brushes not stopping their assault onthe liger's soles.

"I think he's clean now" said the lizard. "Yes, but he's moving too much." replied the orc. "And our fuzzyfriend is a fan of imovable things, isn’t he?" said the lizardfolk, as he mockingly punched Altair's tied arm. "Why don ́t we fix that buddy?".The liger put up a pissed expression, after he was able to take a breathe. "Fine, I don ́t know what kind of game is this. But I can explain. I'm following clues to find my mother, I've been looking for her sinc-". His explanation was abruptly stopped as he felt something cold on the base of his toes, as he saw the orc grabbing some metal rings to slipthem onto his toes to attach themto little hooks on the top of the stocks, using small pieces of string. "Hey, no, do-don ́t do that, what the hell?!" The feline said in a loud, anxious voice, whilehis last bitof freedom was slowly diminishedas one by one each of his toes was being tied back and spread apart, leaving his feet taut and almost immobile. He gulped and, after a moment of silence, continued. "I've been looking for her since I left my home 2 years ago, her name is Annehehehehe!!!" his description was once again interrupted as now a feather wascrossing up and down his right paw pad and broke his concentration.

"Hey Brooke, this is fun" said the lizard. As the orc grabbed a small brush he found in the dungeon floor to add tickling between the feline's toes. Altair's eyes felt wet as he instinctively closed themto somehow try to force his body to resist the tickling. The soft traveling of the feather on his feline pads, up and down, on every inch lasted for several minutes, and the bristles on the brush didn’t ́t leave a single bit of the spaces between his toes untouched. Altair's face was blushing and his body was feeling tired after all the tickling.

"HAHAHHA, NOHOHOH, Pleasehehehe! I'm inocehehehent! I wahahahaha wasn ́t trying to hahaha! Steal anything!!! I swear! HAHAHAHA! Don ́t tickle me! Please it’s too much! GAHAHAHAHAH!“ Yelling of laughter, begging and sounds more similar to a cat's meowing or a lion roaring filled the dungeon's walls… but nobody came to help.

Around a hour passed since the first accidental tickle to the moment it finally stopped, and the liger was able to catch his breath and feel a moment of peace again. Begging was useless, so he just took a breath, Waiting for the two guard to somehow show some mercy. Then, the orc said something in a low voice to the lizardfolk, who eagerly agreeded. Then both of them left the dungeon, leavingthe exhausted liger alone. 10 dreadful minutes passed until footsteps could be heard from the corridor once more. Altair's ears pointed up as the dungeon's door opened, as the lizardfolk to came in with a wooden box. He grabbed a couple of empty bottles of milk and a watery liquid and in less than 3 minutes he skillfully crafted two devices that pretty much reminded like a couple of hamster water bottles.

Then he approached the feline. "oh, you're going to have a lot of fun with this, my tiger!" He said, as he teased a light tickle on the liger's right paw. "I'm not a tiger, I'm a lion-tiger hybrid" replied Altair with a pissed face. "Whatever" said the lizard, as running out of ideas, grabbed a couple of nails and a hammer and attached the bottles over Altair's exposed feet. Seconds after, little drips of water started to wet from the top of his toes, passing through his toe pads, between his toes, all around and over his paw pad going down the foot. Once his feet was completely wet, he whistled loudly, loudly enough to make Altair's ears go down (and his toes curl, if they could), and Brooke the orc came back with a couple of billy goats.

"Jerry borrowed me those little friends, and I'm sure they will be very happy to help you to clean those feet of you again". As they walked towards the tied feline he opened his mouth in surprise, and the lizard quickly grabbed him from his neck, pouring a blue potion inside his throat in a couple of seconds. Altair drank the potion and yelled "What's wrong with you?! What was that?!" said the liger. "That's a true potion" replied the lizard looking him closely. But has a little extra.... This potion is mixed so it will increase your skin resistance, so the goats won't hurt but tickle... Ah, and it makes you more sensitive... An all in one for tickle interrogation!

The liger face expression was pure horror as the goats approached to his completely restrained feet and toes, and with the first few licks he was in pure ticklish agony. He was clearly able to feel the wet, roughtexture of the tongues with each lick as if it was amplified many times due to the potion effect, but all he could do was try to struggle, moving his legs torso and arms all his tied body let him to, his head going from side to side while laughing almost doing roaring expressions, eyes open, then closed, eyes dripping from his eyes down to his cheeks… and all his effort to get free just to be turned into a little shiver at the level of his feet, a shiver that somehow was encouraging a bit more for the animals to keep licking the salty brine that they craved so much.

The goats kept licking for several minutes, with the liger not being able to hold backa single laughter, roar or yell, unable to structure even one cohesive sentence between the laughter that the tickling of his bare paws was causing.

GAHAHAH PLE- HEHEHEHE. NO, NO, NO, NO!!!! NOHHOHO! MOHOHORE!!! AHHAHA! THATHTH! TOO!! MUCH!!! MEHEHEHE! MERCY! IT! HAHAHAHA! HAHA! STOP! STOP! IT! HAHAHAHA.

His laughter was heard all over the dungeon for the rest of the night. And maybe -

Just maybe- tomorrow he would have the opportunity to actually, tell the truth.

The end? "

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One of my friends thought this character that I created for a roleplay campaign almost two years ago could be a interesting tickle target. And he was interested to see him in this scenario.

Well, now I've decided to write a story for it. I got a general idea but my writing skills are limited, so my friend Dasos offered me help to make corrections and make the story be way smoother and more interesting to read. And I really liked the corrections!

Since some time ago I've been interested in writing stories to add more to my drawings, and I think with a bit more practice, I may need less corrections, cause somehow I still thinking my original scrap was not very good!

Altair McGreen and the characters in the story are characters I've created.

The original story idea was written by me, and edited for good by Dasos. Thanks buddy!

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All the sketches!

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1LlUc49cXYdFRmoNd4tlAacAaQ5upUH6E?usp=share_link