"G-Get offa me! Let me go!"
"Does it not feel good? The vines that hold your poor little body? Hehe..."
Asriel struggled and screamed out for help, his mind firmly in the middle of a panic attack, as he felt his limbs being tightly constrained by an unseen force. The voice speaking to him was deep, loud and threatening, and seemed to come from every direction around him. All he could see was pitch black, his head held firmly so that he couldn't even look down at his own body. He breathed heavily, quickly making himself breathless, between shouting for help that clearly wasn't going to come. He had never been so panicked in his life, almost feeling like he was about to pass out purely from fear.
"P-please! Whoever's there! Let me go! I can't breathe! I can't-!"
"Shut up! You're all mine now! All mine, hehehehehehe, ALL MINE!!!!"
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"AAAAHHHHHH!" Asriel let out an extremely loud scream, louder than he had ever screamed before - and then he was promptly returned to his bedroom. He looked around dazed and confused for a few seconds, before letting out a huge sigh of relief as he realised his trapped terror was all just a horrible nightmare. A nightmare that was only minutes long, yet seemed to lead to a full anxiety attack, leaving him still breathing heavily and cuddling his blanket extremely tight.
"Young prince!" An armored guard said as he rushed into the room, terrified himself at the sound of Asriel's dramatic scream. "Are you alright!? Did something happen!?"
""Oh, uh...n-no, no...I'm alright, mister..." The flustered Asriel replied, poking his muzzle out of the blanket. He was still anxious but was now more embarrassed at screaming so loudly. "It was just a real bad nightmare...I didn't mean to scream like that...."
"Would you like me to get your mother or father for you?"
"No! I'm old enough to calm myself down!" He replied. He was growing up, and couldn't face the humiliation of having to be coddled by his parents at bedtime like he needed when he was younger. Even if he really could have done with it after that. "I'm fine, please...close the door."
"Certainly, young prince." The guard said before promptly leaving and closing the door. Asriel took a few deep breaths and lay back in his bed, trying to distract himself from the nightmare. He calmed down by thinking of which flowers he was going to pick in the morning, and managed to get himself off to sleep again a few minutes later. Luckily, he didn't have any dreams during the second half of the night.
The prince woke up and went about his usual daily routine - getting dressed, being pampered by the guards, meeting his parents in the hall and then playing out in the gardens. He seemed completely fine to all the others who had contact with him - but the goat himself didn't feel quite right. Even though he wasn't thinking about it, the nightmare was still unsettling him and playing on his mind deep down. It just seemed so real to him at the time - even hours afterwards now, he could still remember the feeling of his arms and legs being constricted tighter and tighter, of becoming more and more breathless...and the echoing surround sound of the creepy voice that seemed to delight in taunting him. He could remember every little detail, when normally he could barely remember the details of nightmares even as he was still recovering from them. He gave an occasional shiver as he picked some flowers in the garden, whenever his mind was suddenly invaded by the feeling of the vines wrapping around his legs again. It wasn't normal for a dream to have this effect - but, at least it was over now. He knew he'd get a good nights sleep tonight.
As his bedtime came and he wrapped himself up snugly in his warm blanket, Asriel took care to ensure his mind wasn't overactive - he had well and truly tired himself out running around the garden for a while, and then made sure he was fully relaxed before he retired to his bedroom. He was still tired from the night before, which no doubt was contributing to his slight anxiety all day. He knew he'd be fine once he woke up the next morning, so he happily rest his head on his pillow and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep in no time at all...
But something was wrong. The feeling had returned. The tightness, the helplessness. The sudden rush of anxiety through his whole body reappeared, as Asriel quickly realised that he was reliving the same nightmare that he had the previous night.
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"So...finally back, are we?" The booming, scary voice taunted Asriel as he once again struggled against the tight vines that trapped his arms and legs…
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"MMMFF!!!”
Within his own young mind, he was trapped in a nightmare that was worsening every second…but in the real world, he was simply biting onto his pillow, tears running down his cheeks, as the comfort of his bed offered no relief from the abuse being inflicted within his imagination. Alongside the worsening feeling of constriction, the figure within his dream was taking full advantage of his vulnerability. In his mind, he was being stroked, touched and tickled with so many torturous vines, a feeling that quickly overwhelmed him. Of course, in the real world, this simply manifested in him shivering and turning side to side in his bed. Throughout the night, his body squirmed and writhed with increasing vigor, until he was finally granted the mercy of awakening.
There was no sudden scream, just a muffled shout of fear as he bit harder into his pillow. His nightmare had ended once again just as it was about to become too much for him to handle. His cushiony blanket and pillow quickly comforted him, preventing him from letting out another loud scream like the previous night...but as his anxiety sustained, Asriel soon had to throw off the blanket, as it was simply reminding him of the feeling of constriction around him in his dream. Despite the trauma, he was unable to recall many details about the dream - just the feelings and physical sensations that he had experienced. He could still vividly feel the touch of the vines against his trapped, ticklish flesh. He was terrorized and abused, but his mind didn’t even hold onto any of the specifics. At least he didn't embarrass himself in front of a guard again, but right now, he really could have done with his parents being fetched. All he could do now was lie awake, a single tear falling onto his pillow, as he remained too scared to fall back to sleep.
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The next day, Asriel paced nervously around his bedroom, wondering whether to tell someone about the nightmares plaguing his sleep. Even if it was just a guard it might help, but really he wanted to confide in his father, who always did a great job of comforting him after his younger nightmares. But could he really talk to his family about such specific horrors? He didn't want to have to explain the things that were done to him to his dad. Half of the time, the boy was too embarrassed to tell his dad he had hurt himself stepping on a thorn, never mind about being tortured in his dreamscape. But he had to do something to put his mind at rest, or else the same thing was going to happen tonight for sure. As he paced back and forth and dealt with his thoughts, a knock came at the bedroom door, and his father poked his head through. Almost as if it was a sign that he really should open up.
"Son?" Asgore said, smiling as he walked through into the bedroom, "One of the guards said he heard a lot of shuffling last night...did you have a nightmare again?"
"Again?" Asriel questioned, looking over and sitting down on his bed. He was caught off-guard and certainly didn't feel ready to admit to anything now. "I haven't had a nightmare in a year, dad! I don't get scared by that kinda stuff anymore!"
"Really? Because the night guard two days ago told me that you were in quite a state after waking up from a nightmare. I didn't mention anything because you seemed fine, but...you know if it's becoming a problem you can always talk to me or your mother about it..."
"It's fine..." Asriel huffed, blushing a little. He paused as he continued to think about what he was saying. He wanted to open up at least a little, give his dad the vague gist of what was terrorizing him so he could offer some advice on how to stop it...but he just couldn't. He felt like he was being silenced by his own mind. He couldn't bring himself to tell his dad about anything. How embarrassing it would be to admit that he was having dreams about being tickled. "Maybe I did have a bad dream that one night, but I'm fine now..."
"Well, alright...but next time you do have a bad dream, remember you are a smart boy and you can fight back! Nightmares are just our fears trying to get at us when we are asleep and vulnerable, but that doesn't mean you can't give 'em what for!" Asgore said reassuringly, giving his son whatever advice he could think of without any actual details of what was troubling him, as he walked back out of the door. "If there's any monsters trying to scare you then don't give 'em what they want! Remember, nobody's ever gonna hurt you in real life with all these guards around! Let me know how you feel later~"
"Thanks, dad... See you at dinner.." Asriel replied. Once he was left alone again he had time to think about what Asgore had said. His father’s words did offer some comfort. The guards around him constantly meant that he was never truly vulnerable - only vulnerable to what his own mind was scaring him with. He needed to recognise that the fantastical and unrealistic way he was being treated should help him be fully aware that he was dreaming. The small boy retired back to bed that night, feeling tougher and determined to teach his imagination that it cannot control him.
Whilst laying in bed, the boy tried to recall all the vague details of his past nightmares - constricting vines, threatening voice, relentless tickling - and prepared himself to fight back and prove once and for all that his dreams had no power over him.
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Asriel did not receive the dreamscape he had expected, however. He was in a much more familiar location - one of his castle's long-barren stone dungeons. He had been here before, but his parents told him it had not kept prisoners for generations. Now though, the young goat found himself trapped in the centre of the room, completely stripped with cold metal chains keeping a tight grip of his wrists and ankles, suspending him upright in an X formation. It didnt take long for his captor to appear - albeit, in an unexpected form.
'Hello Asriel. I trust there is a little more realism this time~'
Asriel heard the taunting in the voice of his father. Looking to the left, he saw Asgore appear before him.
'D-dad?'
'You seemed to have recognised the fantastical nature of our previous sessions -i figured it would be more effective if I made things more familiar.' The tormentor said, taking on a perfect recreation of Asgore's body and voice. 'Maybe you'll have more fun being tortured by your precious daddy~'
'D-don't you dare! I know you arent real!' Asriel attempted to talk back but it felt wrong. Even though it wasnt really Asgore, he couldn't bring himself to fight back. The sight of his father's stern, serious expression was enough to make him submissive.
'Maybe I'm not...but the things I can do to you are. Those vines were very handy but...I think we should continue the realism this time. Something a little more… D.I.Y.' The boy watched as his 'father' leaned down and picked a device up from the floor. It was something Asriel hadn't seen - a chunky metal handle with a long, cylindrical brush at the end of it. A brief press of a button made the goat flinch at a loud whirring noise, and a rapid spin of the brush. 'A nice little handmade power tool - the tickle drill. Not as painful or messy as a real drill… but still just as brutal against tender flesh..'
Tears ran down Asriel's cheek as he stared terrified at the brush drill his captor was wielding. Deep down, he knew his mind was playing tricks, but that didnt stop the horrific fear and humiliation at his own father terrorising his bound and naked body. 'Asgore' slowly moved the drill close to Asriel's body, hovering it just above and taunting the scared boy.




'Gonna get'cha...gonna get'cha…' The torturer delighted in ramping up his victim's fear as much as possible, before touching the bristles against his left side. A small whimper accompanied the contact. 'You're all mine...all mine…'
'EEEEE! No…!' Asriel let out a piercing screech as the captor clicked the button, letting those bristles spin roughly against his side for just a second before pulling it away. 'Please stop!'
His captor did not say a word, simply moving in front of the boy to give him a full view. Stripped and chained in front of his own loving father, who took glee in torturing him with the ticklish power tool. The sadistic giggles kept coming, still using Asgore's voice. The drill hovered around his armpits, before pushing into them and spinning. The screaming laughter echoed all around the dungeon, followed closely by giggly whimpers as the tool was dragged down his legs.
'There's no stopping it...your whole body is completely vulnerable. All the way from your floppy ears...to your pudgy feet.' Another loud squeal and the rattle of chains filled the room as the captor pushed the drill against the sole of Asriel's foot, forcing his toes to curl and wriggle vibrantly. The other foot soon followed, with the sound of Asgore's moans being audible as he watched the boy's soft little feet struggle against the torture device.
'Mmm...simply wonderful…' The captor made his pleasure very clear as he paced around, out of view as he went behind his victim. Some very light taps of the drill against his thighs made it clear that the abuse was not stopping. 'Are you scared?'
'Y-yes...please leave me alone…' The boy whimpered as he quivered in his chains.
'But you've got so much left to feel...you know, the tickles don't just have to be outside…' The captor pushed the bristles against Asriel's ass, rubbing against his cheeks and placing the drill right against his hole. 'Are you ready to feel what it's like to be raped by the tickling?
'S-s-s-STOP! LET ME GO! NO NO! NO! DON'T!' Asriel panicked, his heart beating so fast as he just wished that something would end his abuse.
'Nice and loud now!' The captor pressed in his button, sending the bristles spinning, before giving a forceful shove to the drill, penetrating inside him.
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‘MMMMFFFFFGGGHHHHHHHGG!!!!!!!!!’
‘Asriel!? What’s wrong!? Wake up!’
‘Aaah!!’ Asriel let out a loud yelp as the world around him changed - his comfortable bed returned, the room was quiet and serene, but one thing stayed the same - his father was present.
‘Are you okay, son? The guards came and told me that you seemed very distressed. Is it the nightmares again?’
Asriel looked scared and sheepish as he looked at the face of his father. He knew full well that Asgore was there to comfort him - but to the young boy, just a few seconds earlier the same figure was violating him horrendously. Even if it was only a brief second before he woke, he remembered the feeling of the bristles entering him. The goat peered out from behind his bedsheets, keeping as much protection as he could.
‘D-dad? I’m sorry…’ Asriel whimpered, ‘I tried to remember what you said, but..th-that was a really bad one… You were there!’
‘Oh dear… Well I hope I didn’t do anything too bad!’ Asgore said naively, approaching his son but stopping when he noticed how apprehensive he looked. ‘I…I mean…I’m sorry, son, but…is there anything I can do to comfort you? I don’t want you being scared of your own father!’
‘It’s fine, really…’ Asriel stared into his dad’s eyes, allowing his regular emotions to take control once again. Even though he was still in shock from his nightmare, the real comfort of his loving father would always help him. He couldn’t possibly allow his dreams to cause tension within his real family. ‘Y-you did some bad stuff, but…I promise I knew it was just a dream! You couldn’t scare a fly in real life!’
‘Aww, well, I’m glad. C’mere…’ Asgore sat down on Asriel’s bed and invited his son in for a hug, which he happily received as Asriel finally stopped hiding beneath his duvet. ‘It’s normal for everyone to have some really rough nightmares from time to time…but remember I’m always here if you want to talk about it to feel better…’
‘It’s nothing, dad, really, I’m just being silly…’ Asriel confided in his cuddly father, feeling more confident in being able to confess his trauma. ‘I mean….really, in my dream you were just tickling me…a lot…’
‘Pfft, tickling? Why, tickling is nothing to fear son…it’s not like it can hurt you!’
‘I know…but…well…it kinda did?’
‘Nonsense~ It just makes you smile, see?’ As the older goat attempted to comfort his son, he held him close and playfully poked the little goat’s tummy.
‘Aaahehehe!! I-I know, dad, but, p-please don’t!’ Asriel let out a small whimper as part of his giggles.
‘Aww, why not, you’re cute when you giggle…’ Asgore teased, delivering a few more pokes to his son’s tummy.
‘Nnng..Ee! P-please, aaah! D-dad, stop…’ Asgore’s ‘playful’ teasing was not at all helpful to his son, who was in the furthest mood possible from wanting to be tickled. He asked his dad to stop…and felt the grip around him becoming a little tighter. His asking was forced to turn to pleading. ‘I-I mean it..hnnnehe…d-dad…daddy, please…’
‘You’re not going to get over your fear of it if you don’t face it for real… You’ll thank me later, son.’ Asgore’s voice turned a little deeper and more teasy as he hugged his son from behind tightly, moving his hands beneath the little goat’s pajama shirt. His fingertips began to gently caress Asriel’s soft, bare tummy.
‘AAaahhhahaha! D-dahahad! P-plehehease I’m seherious! I’m behehegging!!!’ Asriel began to tear up again, feeling like he was unable to express just how much he didn’t appreciate the tickling. As he felt his father’s fingers touch his tummy, he began to scream and squirm wildly, overpowered by Asgore’s grip.
‘Shhh, it’s okay, son… You’re all mine….alll…mine…’
Those words triggered Asriel’s trauma. He was no longer trying to escape his overbearing father…he was trying to escape another nightmare. Rapidly and without mercy, Asgore’s fingers skittered all over his son’s vulnerable tummy and sides, tickling roughly and quickly  to elicit the loudest squeals from the young boy. Asriel felt his father’s lips softly kiss and lick along his fluffy ears…just like in his nightmare. It felt like he was being pushed to breaking point so very quickly, and as his body filled up with the sensation of torture and tingles, he let out the loudest scream he possibly could…
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…which was promptly muffled by the pillow he was biting onto. Once again, the tickling had suddenly transitioned to the embrace of his blankets. This time, though, Asriel was not relieved to have woken up. As he heard what should have been reassuring words, his heart sank.
‘Asriel!? What’s wrong!? Wake up!’
Asriel did not even turn his head around. He did not want to look at his father under any circumstance.
‘I’m okay, dad…go away…please.’
‘Well you don’t sound o…’
‘GO AWAY! Please! Dad, I'm begging you, I'll explain later, just please leave me alone now!’ Asriel cried into his pillow.
‘Asriel…I can’t possibly just leave you like this… Clearly something is very wrong…’
‘Please…dad…I love you…Please let me be alone for now…please!’ Asriel sat upwards, looking directly in his father’s eyes - the same loving, compassionate eyes that had just lost his trust. He thought his father would understand and respect his wishes. Instead, Asgore seemed determined to comfort his son, not knowing why that was a bad idea.
‘Now what kind of father would I be if I…’
‘AAH! STAY BACK!!’ Asriel saw his father approach the bed and instantly jumped out, standing near the window. ‘Don’t come near me! Please!’
‘Calm down, Asriel! Behave yourself!’ Asgore shouted sternly, panicking himself as he struggled to comprehend what was wrong. ‘Just stay calm, and talk to me…’
Asriel looked at his father’s face - now tinged with anger - then down at the clawed hands that he now knew the feeling of. Back up to the serious, unhappy look of his face…then back down to the shiny, sharp tips of his finger claws. The boy did not know what to do. If Asgore took one step closer then he would end up attacking him. Looking the opposite way, Asriel glanced through the open window, which faced out onto the sprawling gardens. Able to think of no other option, he climbed up onto the window sill and dropped down onto the cut grass at the other side, starting to run as fast as he could. He didn’t know what he was doing, he just felt like he had to take whatever route he could to get away from his father.
Able to feel a chilly breeze through his pyjamas, Asriel ran and ran, aided by the freshly cut grass which helped him run faster. However, as he ran, he could feel the grass getting a little longer. His tender, bare footpaws traversed the gardens and began to feel the blades of grass growing as he got further from the castle. Soon, he felt himself starting to tingle a little. The grass had begun to tickle his feet.
The sensation against his soles and between his toes caused Asriel to begin having a panic attack, his heavy breathing mixing with involuntary giggles. Even though the feeling was so very light, so tame…he was unable to handle it. He felt so vulnerable, so trapped, every step he took inflicted more tingles against his naked soles. He simply couldn’t take it any longer. All of a sudden, he collapsed and curled up into a ball, his mind so broken that he had no idea what he could ever do without living a ticklish nightmare. He tried to recover, making sure no bare skin was against the grass, breathing steadily to try and remain calm. But an unwanted voice would soon put a stop to his mindfulness.
‘You shouldn’t have done that…’
Looking upwards, Asriel saw the tall, domineering figure of his father standing right in front of him. He didn’t have the energy to run away. Not anymore.
‘T-this isn’t real! You couldn’t have gotten out here that fast!’ Asriel protested, glaring at his parent’s cold, menacing look. ‘This isn’t real! This isn’t real! This isn’t real! THIS ISN’T REAL!’
‘Hmm…of course it’s real!’ Asgore replied, ‘At least…it’s what you like to think is real! But if you’re becoming so sure of reality…
….maybe I should change what your reality really is….’
Asriel’s eyes widened and he let out a small yelp of fear, as his father’s voice suddenly transitioned into the deep booming voice from his earlier nightmares. He looked up and was unable to see anybody else around, but before his mind was even able to process what was happening, he felt the horror of constriction once again.
Within a matter of seconds, the garden surrounding Asriel had vanished, leaving only the distant fields of grass in his view. As he tried to get up, he felt something pin his ankles down to the ground - a very long, thick blade of grass.
‘H-help! Somebody! HELP!’ The goat screamed as much as he possibly could, now hoping for the comfort of the pillow he seemed to always be biting - but no awakening came. Just more and more blades of grass, wrapping around his arms and legs tightly, before finishing by gripping onto his neck and pinning him down flat on the ground. The boy was now forcefully laying down on his back, unable to move anything except his fingers and toes.
‘You could have had so much more fun in that castle of yours…still believing it was real…still believing you were a living child…’ The booming voice echoed around Asriel, the sight of long grass soon ending as some of it wrapped tightly around his eyes, blindfolding him uncomfortably. ‘I was so ready to be nice and let you live like that, but, since you seemed to be getting so adamant about fighting back…I couldn’t let you disrupt my own fun. Now…any final words?’
‘F-final words before what!? Who are you? What’s happening? Please, please, PLEASE!’
‘Questions, questions, questions… I think I need to put a stop to your incessant pleading.’ The voice taunted before more blades of grass enveloped Asriel’s mouth, reducing his pleading to pathetic muffled whimpers and cries. ‘You don’t need to know anything, except the feeling of suffering. I gave you far too much pleasantry in your afterlife…now…I must welcome you to your own personal Hell.’
As the goat boy continued to let out muffled screams and crying, many hundreds of grass blades soon emerged from the ground around him, slowly moving all around his body and taking various positions against his skin. His pyjamas had been torn off and decomposed into the ground, leaving him naked and totally vulnerable to the whims of his faceless captor. The tips of the grass readied themselves in their hundreds, one touching almost every inch of Asriel’s body, and then…the tickling started. Hundreds upon hundreds of the little teasing strips of grass, moving back and forth upon his torso, neck, cheeks, hands, feet and thighs. Every single part of his body that could be stimulated was feeling the stroke of the grass. All the little boy could do was quiver and scream through his gag, as his young body was helplessly overpowered and molested. The only other sounds that could be heard were the sinister giggles of his captor, who promptly sent the grass deeper into his victim’s body - moving into his mouth, urethra and backside and getting them to just the right length to make sure the boy could feel each individual stroke against him both inside and outside.
‘This is your reality, little boy… and I’m here to make sure you wish you could die again.’