Rise of the Tickdema

Time and time again, these mighty warriors have answered the call to action. They have overcome odds that would dwarf any battle they faced individually. They’ve toppled demonic forces, millions strong. They’ve felled a mighty, world-eating Hydra. They’ve fought against and with gods and goddesses. They’ve stabilized dimensional rifts that tore through space and time. All of this was achieved, only by armies uniting to defend every inch of land they held, no matter the cost.

However while these history changing battles took place, another force was planning the next world-ending crusade. This force was not unfamiliar. The mystics were very familiar with these…beings. The creatures in question were there at creation. Organisms made of violence and rage, much like Orochi himself. The Mystics knew they needed to be defeated long before mankind took its roots. The problem being, even though they were evil and dark, they were a necessity for creation and balance. So to mitigate the threat to mankind’s existence, the Mystics cursed the creatures into what they hoped would be a weak form. They removed the ability to fight, kill, maim. At least, they hoped so.

They created the Tickdema. A race of primitive demons that represented hate and violence were stripped of their ability to fight. Their swords were replaced with feathers. Their bloodlust was replaced with laughter lust. Because at the end of the day, how dangerous is a little tickling?

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Cherry blossoms bloomed as hammer strikes echoed through the village. The town took a beating in the most recent conflict and was taking some time to reconstruct. Many of the generals offered to assist with reconstruction across China and Japan, as well as outer areas that were affected. This village specifically was being assisted by the crimson haired demon, Shuten Doji.

Many villagers were still wary of the Orochi fragment, being as how he had become a dark vessel twice now. They couldn’t complain though as they watched the muscly, tattooed demon lugging around lumber as if it was just sheets of paper. He was solely responsible for repairing the detonated gate that he had led a charge straight through during his blind actions. When he had the gate in functioning, albeit not fully repaired order, in less than a week, the villagers knew they were in the presence of help and not violence.
Shuten had decided today to take a long morning for himself. He kneeled in his hut, enjoying a small cup of tea as he meditated on his past actions. An agreement he made with several of the mystic generals was that he would not allow himself to forget his transgressions, even if not fully his fault. As he slowly opened his slightly reddened eyes, tears pricking the corners, he noticed a package left just outside the entrance to his hut. He had received several gifts from the villagers so it was nothing new to see parcels. He slowly rose to his feet and stepped forward, picking up the package.

The first thing that piqued his interest, as well as his cautiousness, was the lack of any sort of markings. Normally the villagers would at least leave some sort of letter or thank you note. He hazarded a look outside of his hut to see if he could spot the possible delivery runner. Nothing more than a glance, but it returned nothing in the way of answers. Making a small grunt, he turned and paced into his private room, knowing that this could be something for his demonic eyes only.

He gently, though uncharacteristic for the brute, peeled open the paper wrapping the box. Once free of twine and paper, he unfolded the top flaps and looked inside. His mind was boggled. Inside was a pair of fairly large, dark red stockings. Shuten was confused as could be. Being a demon, he wore little to no clothing, including only having stirrup boots. He furrowed his brow as he looked at his feet and back into the box. Perhaps…this was a change that wouldn’t hurt? With another grunt and a shrug, the demon sat down, sliding off the stirrups. He retrieved the stockings from the box and held them up. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he looked over the comically large socks. He knew his feet and legs were big, but the socks looked to be too big! Nonetheless, the demon went ahead and started tugging them on. He became hesitant as he remembered his toe claws, and went to start sliding off the socks as he quickly found he couldn’t move the fabric at all.

Had he misjudged the socks and gotten them stuck? No, they didn’t feel tight. They barely even felt snug. But they were not moving as if they clung to his calves. Getting frustrated, he started kicking his foot, trying to maybe dislodge whatever the issue was. But the sock wasn’t moving. At Least not in the way he hoped. It started to climb up his leg! Stuck in a moment of panic, Shuten froze and watched as this stocking climbed up to his mid thigh and adjusted around his leg and foot until it perfectly molded to it like a second skin. Feeling a moment of rage, he grabbed the toe of the sock and tried using his claws to cut through the fabric. This proved to be fruitless as his claws and toes were perfectly clung to, his fingers unable to find a gap to stretch out.

Shuten was so focused on this stocking being clung to his foot, he mistakenly ignored the second which wasted no time in repeating the forced dressing in a fraction of the time as the first. Taking a moment to notice, but not much more, Shuten changed his attack to include the second stocking. He pulled, clawed, kicked, and even bit at the stockings to try and remove them. Nothing was working. If it wasn’t for the unwelcomeness of the clothing, he’d actually quite enjoy the soft and semi-thick fabric that encased his legs from mid thigh to the tip of his toes.

After what seemed to be an hour of exhausting fighting, Shuten grunted in annoyance.

“I should ask for some help.” He grunted out, kicking himself for even considering an option that wasn’t self dependent. But at this point, he had no option. His body was shimmering with sweat after all the struggling, so it wasn’t likely he was going to make any progress otherwise. Strangely however, the socks remained completely dry even though he felt sweat lightly covering everywhere on his person.

Slowly he tried climbing to his feet, the stockings feeling alien compared to his normal attire. He didn’t half to worry much though as he quickly was back on the floor, his cheeks turning a deep red, deeper than his hair. He let out a very uncharacteristic squeak as well, looking at his covered legs. Something was wiggling on his soles. He was not entirely unfamiliar with this feeling. Mystics tend to try quite literally everything when trying to interrogate their prisoners. But this was one tactic that didn’t work before. They called it tickling, and when they used it, Shuten didn’t take kindly to it. Less so to the effectiveness of the interrogation tactic, and more so to the encouragement of making the demon break out and go on a killing spree.

But this time, there was nothing to escape. These stockings were somehow, be it magically or physically, linked to his body. He tried once more to get up and run for help, but the second he pushed himself up on his arms, several items dug into both soles. The demon squealed out in ticklish agony, using his thick arm to cover his mouth and muffle the giggles from the constant attack. He did however realize one good thing. As long as he didn’t try to run, the stockings only attacked with slow strokes along his feet. If he tried to get up? All bets were off. He took a minute to fully learn this lesson, trying several more times. One attempt added several more tendrils to rapidly prod his heels, another adding three additional tendrils to each sole, bringing those totals to eight per sole. But the worst deterrent was when his toes were attacked. Shuten was hoping that if he just went for it maybe he could will himself through. He was partially right. He forced himself to fight through his soles being rapidly wiggled against and his heels being prodded at a blurring pace. But then he felt the socks pull his toes just slightly apart and dove tendrils all along and between his toe stems. This was a killing blow as the demon collapsed, screaming with laughter. He rolled around helplessly, kicking his feet frantically. Unfortunately the socks didn’t take kindly to having to bring the demon down so much and held at the merciless assault on his feet.

Shuten pounded his fist into the floor as he bellowed out loudly. He couldn’t keep track of how long his feet had been getting ravaged by these sentient socks. But there was one thing he could keep track of. How smooth his feet were becoming. It didn’t become noticeable until well after he lost track of time, but his feet were becoming as smooth as a seductress’, and it was making the tickling worse. He had hoped eventually that his nerves would give up. But the softening and smoothening was doing the exact opposite.

Hours had passed. Almost half the day at that. Shuten could only tell as he saw the shadows becoming long in his hut. The sun was setting and he had been trapped since shortly after sunrise. His mind was melting into only knowing tickling. The stockings somehow sensed this and feared he would grow numb if not careful. Before Shuten could register it, tendrils, which appeared as just strings and threads, crept up and out of the tops of the socks and started attacking his thighs. This wasn’t a hot spot for the demon, but the change in tactic was enough to get his attention and keep him from getting used to the torture.

That when he realized that he was no wear near finding the end of his torture. The tendrils didn’t stop at his thighs. Not all of them. Some kept climbing, reaching the creases where his thick thighs met his pelvis, delving into his ass crack to torment the untouched skin in the fleshy canyon, and several even began wiggling up along his shockingly taught balls and pulsing hard cock hidden under his shorts. These areas drove the demon to new heights of insanity. He had never been played with, and these living socks were taking full advantage.

The tendrils were working him masterfully. His rear was being invaded and ravaged as harsh as his now pristine feet. His hole was now host to several of these tendrils as they tickled him from the inside and toyed with his sensitive prostate. His balls were not spared a single inch, every bit of the large orbs attacked with feathery light strokes. His cock pulsed and attempted to flop a bit, though unsuccessfully even with how much the demon thrashed about. The tendrils tightly wound themselves about his monstrous length and held it firmly in place. This was not just to maintain full control, but also to keep him still for the icing on the cake. Two tendrils itched at the large tip of Shuten, inching towards his urethra as it poured out pre. The tendrils happily used the pre to their advantage as they delved into his urethra, tickling him now from inside his cock as well as inside his back door.

Shuten went fully rigid at this point. Tears soaked his face, laughter went silent and his body gave in to everything going on. His mind was lost to laughter and lust. The socks knew it, and so did Shuten. Shuten knew from the moment this started there was no winning. But he never imagined this would be the path the torture would take. His body begged for release. His mind was blank except to just take the tickling and hope eventually his captor would relent.

He quickly got his wish, though not in the way he ever thought. A tall, taller than the seven foot demon, being walked into his room. The skinny, pale skinned, barely dressed figure, looked down at the broken demon with a small grin. This being knew exactly the pleasures the demon was suffering from. And he had many more he wished to show him.

“My my you truly are enjoying my…gift, Doji. I’m happy to see you enjoying yourself so much. And I am going to help you enjoy it so much more. But we can’t begin our fun, unless you submit to me. Give yourself to me and my people. Lead our soldiers and generals into what may very well be the saving grace of this world. Don’t you want to see everyone smiling? Don’t you want everyone to experience the amazing gift I’ve given you, and all the other amazing gifts I have in store?” The being crouched and rubbed one of the demon’s tear-soaked cheek caringly. He already knew that Shuten would agree without any more persuasion. Twelve hours of tickling and another two of quite brutal edging while being tickled inside and out would break even the Mystics that cursed him and his people.

Shuten whimpered and giggled wildly, his head trembling in a nod. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t form a coherent thought. He could only continue to do what he’d been forced to do all day. Submit.

With a gentle coo, the newcomer snapped his fingers, and the stockings pulled out their final trick of the evening. The tendrils tormenting Doji from inside his anus all zeroed in and massaged his already abused prostate. The tendrils wrapped around his length slowly loosened, letting Doji feel his cum start to rush up. And as the last nail in the coffin, the two tendrils in his cock delved to his base and slightly stretched the demon’s cock. With a mighty moan, filled with a howl of laughter, Shuten blasted ten huge ropes of cum into his shorts. His shorts couldn’t retain the orgasmic fluids, and most started leaking down his legs and into the socks.

Shuten passed out shortly after his mind-tearing orgasm, the tendrils retreating back into the socks. The tall being smirked in victory as he scooped the demon up as if he weighed nothing.

“Let our conquest begin. In the name of the Tickdema. For me. Dematiculous.” He speaks out, walking to the doorway of the hut and vanishing with the red haired demon in the blink of an eye, leaving only sweat and a few drops of cum to show Shuten was even in the building.
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