(DISCLAIMER: As the title would heavily suggest, this is a fic entirely centred around Spyro the Dragon being tickle tortured, with 95% of the focus being on feet/paws also. If non-con, bondage, or tickling offends you then obviously do not bother reading. This is a continuation of previous fics however it's not hugely vital to have read those to enjoy this one.)

“Wake up!! I'm bored!!”
The loud, familiar, and annoying voice of his captor shocked Spyro awake again, immediately leaving him dazed and confused. He attempted to move, but as he expected when he was being knocked out, he couldn't. He was held by tight metal restraints pinning his ankles, thick rope forcing his big toes together, and metal cuffs restraining his wrists tightly above his head. He was being stretched tightly, making every part of his body very exposed and taut, as he lay on a cold metal table in the middle of an unfamiliar new dungeon room. The table wasn't quite big enough for his whole body, meaning that his feet were overhanging the edge – almost certainly a deliberate design choice. This made his feet feel very vulnerable and unprotected, even moreso than usual, and of course they were still feeling very, very sensitive~ They were made the centrepiece of the dungeon, tightly trapped in the centre and unable to move into any position that might protect his soles. Completely defenceless.
"Hey! You've had enough of your creepy fun! Let me out!" Spyro shouted, letting out his frustration both at his captor and at himself for getting caught again.

“I guess you were expecting to get out of here, hmm? Pathetic!” The captor viciously taunts him, almost snarling and angry but with an evil smirk on his face too. “I set up those tests back there purely to make sure you could not escape quickly... I must say it was fun to view the CCTV recordings of your ordeals in those rooms, but unfortunately for you...you are now even deeper in my dungeon...”
"You tricked me! But that doesn't mean you've beat me for good! I'll kick your butt in 5 seconds once I get out of here!"
“Oh, you've already attempted to get out, and failed...rather amusingly if I do say so myself... But still, trying to escape. Very naughty...oh yes, very naughty indeed.” The older dragon growled in an almost perverted fashion, as he knelt down and taunted Spyro by gently stroking the top of his head and his horns. “You have been very bad, Spyro. That means you need the ultimate torture session...the most brutal punishment. You're going to laugh more than you've ever thought possible.”

"I'll show you! I'm gonna go as long as I can without laughing!" Spyro said with a smirk, as he watched his captor's actions. He moved to a drawer in the corner of the room, pulling out from it a large, puffy feather duster, the sight of which made Spyro gulp. But at least it was just that...he had somewhat of a chance of staying resilient. "Feathers wont take me down!"

"I don't expect them to take you down, I simply want them to make your toes wiggle nicely~ As a starter, you see..." The captor giggles to himself as he waves the duster threateningly close to Spyro's bound purple paws, swishing it around inches from the tender soles. "So close, just an inch away... Are your soles ready to feel it?"

Spyro held his breath as he looked down at the tops of his feet, the duster disappearing behind them. He braced himself for impact, holding his nerve...only to still end up letting out a squeaky yip as the duster made first contact with his bare feet. Maybe back just after he was captured, he would have been able to hold in his reactions somewhat, but certainly not now. The previous tickle sessions and tests had sensitised the poor dragon to the point where it was simply impossible to not immediately curl his muzzle into a grin. It took around three swipes across his soles until he burst out into giggles, his toes curling and wiggling every which way as they did all they could to fight the feeling. The soft teasing of the fluffy feathers filled his paws with the worst kind of tingles, and after around a minute of it, Spyro realised that it truly was unbearable. Not that it made any difference with how tightly bound and helpless he was.

"That's what I like to hear! You have the cutest giggles~ Make them a little louder for me..." The captor teased and taunted as he swished the feathers around Spyro's frantic pudgy toes.

"Mmmmahahahahahahah-s-stahahahapp!!" Spyro pleaded as he realised that was his only option. His giggles were going to increase in volume no matter what, at this point it was completely out of his control. Every so often he would manage to hold his breath briefly, pausing the hysterics, but the laughter would soon break through once again. The feeling of a multitude of feathers stroking and stimulating his poor purple soles was something he was never going to get used to. He was hoping he would build up a resistance, but it was quite the opposite. Just as the feeling can't possibly get any worse, it finds a way.

"Pleading is useless, but please do continue~ You look so cute when you're desperate!"

As the many minutes pass of the tickle torture, Spyro's cuteness increases alongside his ticklishness. He was already in full blush mode, feeling truly embarrassed and humiliated as he was softened and tickled by the pathetic duster, and his blush would deepen even further whenever he looked down and caught sight of his own struggling, ticklish feet. Such a humiliating situation to be in for such a tough hero. And it was only going to get worse~

"It's good, it's very good! But we need something a little harsher to really get you laughing..." The tickler taunted as he pulled the duster away from Spyro and pulled out a set of brushes from the drawer. Some were long and rectangular hairbrushes with a wooden backing, and some were smaller and circular. Spyro's toes curled tight as soon as they were visible. "Bristly brushes to get at your most ticklish nerves~"

Spyro offered no response, simply gritting his teeth and keeping his toes curled tight. He couldn't stop the inevitable now. He resigned himself to his fate and did exactly what was expected of him - lose control. As soon as the first hairbrush was dragged across his left foot, his toes opened and wiggled all over, and the young dragon's laughter began to flow. It began at around the same level that the feathers had finished at, but that quickly grew even further. Spyro previously wanted nothing but for the feathers to end - after just ten seconds of feeling the brushes, he was now ready to beg for the feathers again. Whereas the feathers were much more of a light teasing tickle, getting at his nerves a bit more deviously, the brushes were a full-on tickle assault inflicted upon his soft soles. His laughter became uproarious and completely filled the dungeon, making it difficult for the captor to even taunt over the deafeningly loud laughter that drowned his voice out. But taunts weren't too necessary now that his feet were well and truly under severe ticklish duress. The brush was a very big and rough one with several hundred pointy and prickly bristles, each of which was working wonders on Spyro's nerves. It was like he could feel each individual bristle on his soles, like hundreds of different tickle sensations were attacking him at the same time. Things got even worse when a second brush joined a few minutes later, a long wire one that was even more ruthless and rough against his nerves. He was screaming with laughter, tears pouring from his eyes, as he began to lose his sanity. A while later, when the sensations briefly stopped, the ticklish dragon still could not relax, as he had learned full well that things always get worse after a break.

"Are you having fun, hmm?" The evil dragon teased as Spyro panted heavily and caught his breath. "How are you coping so far?"

"St...stop it! I can't take it!" Spyro pleaded after getting a bit of his breath back. "At least go back to the feathers or anything-Aah!"

Spyro's pleas were cut short as the captor quickly used the wooden backing of the hairbrush to give a brief but firm slap to Spyro's soles, tenderising them quickly and easily.

"You don't understand me very well, if you think I will tone things down now~" The older dragon said with a very sadistic tone, as he laid another slap to Spyro's bare feet. The slaps weren't very painful, but gave enough of a sting to make a big difference to the sensitivity and tenderness of those nerves. Spyro grunted and groaned as the slaps continued for the next minute or so, punctuating his captor's speech. "You're stuck here for a rather long time and I'm very much going to push you to the limits of your ticklishness! Besides, you deserve severe punishment for trying to escape! These feet tried to run away, now they will pay the price..."

"Y-you're sick!" Spyro shouted out in anger, although this soon turned back to anxiety as he spotted his captor reach over for the two circular brushes on the table. With a flick of a switch, each of them activated and began whirring around. Spyro knew full well he couldn't stand electric toothbrushes. "N-no! no!"

"Oh yes!!!" The reply came just one second before the brushes made contact with the purple footpaws, which flinched and thrashed immediately. The whirring, spinning bristles were small but extremely evil, adding an element of precision to the tickling. The torturer was able to run the pair of spinning brushes over different spots of the feet and find which spots had been tenderised the most. The heels were quite ticklish, the balls of the feet rather sensitive too. Those pudgy wiggling toes simply didn't stand a chance against them. But the sweet spot, the one that really got Spyro screaming with laughter again, were the arches. As such, those poor tender arches were ruthlessly targeted, the brushes spinning firmly into them as they were run up and down at a steady pace. A few minutes later, and the torturer had found his special move - brush the arches and those toes would reflexively splay wide, making them nice and vulnerable for the other brush to go between. This expert tickling ensured that Spyro's face was soaked with his tears of laughter and his hysterics were now so loud that he was worried his ears were going to become just as sensitive as his feet.

Hours passed with the electric brushes not breaking contact with those feet for a single second. It felt like days from Spyro's perspective. He at least hoped he would pass out, but his resilience was just barely enough to keep him awake and suffering through the entire tickle torture. His whole hind legs were tingling like crazy, and his soles were so unbearably stimulated that even blowing on them would make him scream and laugh. The brushes only showed mercy after quite a few unbearable hours - by the time they were pulled from Spyro's soles, the poor dragon was simply desperate for someone to rub his tingling feet. Something that the captor could easily tell.

"Your poor feet, Spyro... I bet they tingle and tickle so much right now~ I bet you want to have them rubbed nicely...or maybe you'd like to have your feet licked?"
The bigger dragon moved to the far end of the room, simply giggling to himself, as he approached the secure doors just ahead of his captive. With a loud metal clunk, the doors were opened and Spyro could see two familiar guests appear once again – the goats that had tormented him just a few days earlier. Their hooves clopped loudly against the hard dungeon floor as they began to approach the bound dragon.
“These two took a very big liking to your feet the last time, Spyro, I think it's only fair that we give them a second helping~” The torturer said, as he opened a small carton of milk. “I think they are very thirsty indeed...”
Spyro, still squirming and grunting, looked to the side to avoid seeing how close the goats were to him, only to witness a much worse sight to his right. Ten cartons of milk had been lined up on the table next to him. He knew without a doubt that all ten of them were going to be licked from his feet. A few seconds later, the uncomfortable sensation of the cold milk hitting his toes sent a wave of anxiety through his body. As the milk dripped between his toes and coated his soles, he braced himself for contact.
“Nice, cool milk...it must feel so nice being poured onto you. A lot nicer than what'll happen next anyway...”
The tickler then signalled the goats to step up, with both of them now right in front of Spyro's cold feet. After only a few seconds for the dragon to prepare himself, the goat on the left made first contact with his foot, dragging his rough tongue upwards against the poor sole suddenly. Spyro jolted heavily in his bonds as he let out a loud giggle, followed by a consistent spread of moans and giggles as the other goat began to put it's tongue to good use too. The sensitivity of Spyro's feet was insane and it caused the goat tongues to feel like the most intense tools yet, at least ten times more rough than they felt a few days ago, when his feet were still somewhat strong. But now his soles were very tenderised and weak, and they didn't stand a chance.
“You'd better laugh and moan for me, little dragon~ It might take quite a while for every last drop to be licked from your feet.” The torturer taunted as he stroked a claw along Spyro's underbelly, further increasing the muffled laughter. Within only one minute, Spyro was in hysterics, the sensations already unbearable and making him desperate for solace on his feet. Solace that was most certainly not forthcoming.
His feet squirmed and wiggled as much as they could with his big toes tied. His other toes splayed out of instinct, but he tried his best to avoid it since that meant the goat tongues could slide along the especially tender flesh between them. His soles wrinkled and curled against the goat's muzzles but it did absolutely nothing to soothe the torturous sensations. And it only got worse when he felt more ice cold milk being forced upon his squirming, licked feet. Looking over briefly, he could see that was the last of the first carton – Nine to go.  

Over the next couple of hours the harsh tongues became more intense than Spyro could ever have imagined. It took about 15 minutes for each new pour of milk to be fully licked from his feet - and with the sensations becoming more ticklish and more tormenting with every second, Spyro was reduced to desperation in no time at all. He was just about capable of lightly kicking the goat's muzzles to try and get them away, but it simply seemed to annoy them a lot more and there was no way they were ceasing their incessant tongues any time soon. The captor sat next to him, watching with sadistic joy as the purple soles in front of him were licked. A grin remained on his face throughout as he continued to taunt the poor dragon.

"Yes...feel the tongues. Feel them lick your sensitive feet! Let your soles succumb to the feeling~"

As the captor taunted and enjoyed the show, he couldn't help but make the purple hero's ordeal just that little bit worse, by going up to his torso and putting sharp claws to some good use. As his feet were mercilessly licked, Spyro was then forced to feel his captor's digits tease and tickle all over his upper body. Stroking across his belly, kneading and squeezing his sides, wiggling firmly against his underarms. Not a single ticklish spot on Spyro's body was being ignored, and he was in a whole new world of overstimulation. His laughter grew to almost silent levels as his whole body struggled and thrashed in his bonds. There was no escape, but at least fighting as much as he could helped somewhat to lessen the sensations. His tickler's claws were experienced though, and predicted every move to follow the tickle spots around as they tried their best to evade. No escape, not even for a second.

Spyro had no choice, he simply had to endure. He could not even muster up the strength to talk back and give attitude anymore. Endurance was now the only option for him to stand any chance. There was still a chance he could get out...possibly. He just had to last and see what continued to happen to him and his body. A few hours later, when the milk supply ran out and the goats disappeared, Spyro expected to get some relief. But no relief was to come. Although the assault on his upper body did end, his feet remained tingly and vulnerable and he couldn't rest when he knew that there were many more evil things about to happen to them.

"Oh dear - out of milk..." The captor teased, as he very quickly pulled out his planned next tool - a Wartenberg pinwheel. "No worries, I have so many other tools to use on you~"

"D-dude, please! Stop! At least for a few minutes!" Spyro did all he could to plead again, as he eyed up the pinwheel that was inevitably going to touch his soles. His captor sat across from him on a stool, right in front of his bound feet, as he continued to plead some more. "I-is there nothing else you wanna do to my feet!? Because I could really go for a massage right about now..."

"Oh, of COURSE there are other things I want to do! There are a lot of wonderful things that could happen to you and your wonderfully soft footpaws. But right now my goal is tickle torture..." The captor did not yet use the pinwheel on Spyro, but did rather cruelly tease with it, waving and swinging it very close to the trapped soles and toes, making them nervously squirm and wiggle out of reflex. "Tickle torture is simply my favourite thing for cocky hero boys like you~"

"But that's pretty pathetic..." Spyro said, rather confusingly trying to demean his captor, even though said 'pathetic' torture was quite successfully destroying him. "You're a big tough evil dragon...but all you wanna do is tickle me? Pfft, any other villain would have had my head off by now!"

"I can be a lot more evil than this! And if you keep talking back then rest assured your feet will be on the receiving end of a rather painful whip...but right now, I know full well that tickle torture is extremely effective. And besides, it's just so cute and gorgeous. You look so weak and adorable!"

"Hey! Who are you calling weEEEEEEHEHE!!!!" Spyro's reply was interrupted with a single swipe of the pinwheel down his left foot. A sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. In their ultra-tender and sensitive state, the nerves in his feet were unable to handle the extreme stimulation that a pinwheel was going to bring. Unfortunately for them, they were completely helpless to the evil tool. His left foot was now in ticklish agony, and that was just one swipe.

"We both know that you aren't going to be able to take this pinwheel on your paws, Spyro~ And that's exactly why I want to roll it up and down your sensitive soles until you are completely destroyed, hehehe..."

"Nngg..." Spyro shuddered and groaned as his feet were further teased with the pinwheel. It was hovered very close to build anticipation for the inevitable second swipe. "W-why me!? Why not one of the bigger dragons!? They could take it!!"

"The other dragons aren't as cute as you, are they!? And besides, you are the dragon lands' biggest hero...It's a lot more exciting to reduce such a noble and heroic boy like yourself to ticklish bliss." The elder dragon blushed a little himself as he spoke about his admiration for his victim, closely followed by a stroke to Spyro's right foot with the pinwheel, eliciting another loud squeaky squeal from the hypersensitive dragon. 

"Nnngg..n-not that wheel! It's so bad..." Spyro's toughness continues to disappear as he simply pleads for the torturous tickles to stop. His toes curl up tightly in defence. He really wished he could rub his feet together, but the rope around his big toes was ensuring both soles were fully vulnerable and receiving no relief from their tickling.

"I want to hear you talk about how soft your feet paws are~" The captor smirks. "Why don't you admit that you have weak and sensitive soles?"

"N-no! I'm not being weird!!" Spyro insisted. He wanted to at least retain some of his cockiness, and was not going to show any sign of defeat. He wasn't going to submit to the whims of his captor, even though he knew he would want to as soon as the tickles began again. "You can't get me to say anything!"

"Oh really now?" Another smirk, and another roll of the pinwheel against those purple feet - this time down one arch and up the other. Spyro's entire body jolted in response and he let out another scream of laughter. "Maybe if you tell me how tender your feet are then I'll show them some mercy, hmm?"

"W-why should I trust you!? I'm not humiliating myself!...any more..." Spyro continues to defend himself.

"Well then...let the pinwheeling begin." With an even wider smirk across his face, the tickler places the evil pinwheel against Spyro's left heel and starts to roll it upwards, slowly and methodically travelling across the purple bare foot, up to the toes. Very slowly right across the toes, which wiggled beautifully against it, before the wheel travelled right down the sole of the other foot. The sounds that Spyro made as he was attacked were more like extremely loud whimpers and giggles, clearly leaving him out of breath in seconds, but inside Spyro's mind he was in absolute hell. It was the worst possible feeling that he was helpless to stop. The taunts did not make it any easier. "Don't lie any more...confess to your ticklishness, or I will push harder against your feet."

Spyro offered no response except more nervous, ticklish whimpers. And as no verbal reply was forthcoming, that meant the pinwheel certainly was. The tickler was not playing around - the wheel returned with what felt like five times the intensity, again making a slow and abusive journey up and down Spyro's vulnerable soles. The poor purple dragon kept making the most wonderfully cute sounds of suffering, laughing and whimpering in equal measure, as he was faced with no choice but to endure what was being inflicted on his ticklish nerves. The worst was when the wheel targeted his toes, rolling just beneath them to get them to splay widely, and then going in and rolling all over and between those exposed pudgy digits. He couldn't curl them whilst the pointy pinwheel was against them, meaning they were trapped in the most vulnerably splayed position.

The torture was now resulting in the depletion of Spyro's sanity. He never knew something as simple as a pinwheel could be so ruthless and cruel, and he had never felt quite so defeated and helpless as he had now. The wheel did not seem to stop it's slow journey up and down each bare sole, and each new pinpoint that made contact with them was pushing the sensation just that little bit further. He felt hopeless, like the only way out for him now was loss of consciousness. Anything to give him a break from the feeling in his feet. He couldn't handle it. He couldn't bear it. He needed it to end right now. He badly needed a foot massage.

And then, suddenly...comfort. The torturous sensations completely stop. His feet tingle intensely, but this was the first second in a while where the feeling had not intensified. After letting out a sigh of relief and starting to pant, Spyro is able to listen closely and hear exactly why the captor had paused the torture. There seemed to be a bit of commotion going on outside the dungeon. The sounds of many multiples of dragons, all getting closer, their voices unintelligible but still very recognisable to Spyro, who could tell that they were his friends from the Artisan lands.

"Wh-what's that!?" The captor asks, worried, "What's that noise!? This dungeon is a mile underground! Nobody can get in here!"

"Well..." Spyro replied, his exhaustion taking away some of the attitude in his voice, "When you go around kidnapping dragons, you should have expected some others might manage to track you down... I'm not the only heroic one in the dragon lands, you know!"

"Wh-what!? I-N-no! They can't!" The captor dragon appears to completely lose all of his prior sadism and toughness, and reduces himself to a big bundle of anxiety as he realises that his evil dungeon has been ambushed. And just as he was having so much fun with his favourite captive. "They...they won't!! They'll never get in here! These doors are reinforced!"

"Buddy, give it up! All those dragons are gonna easily be able to burst in here!" Spyro replied, although deep down he was not fully confident. Even though he was glad that he was on the verge of being rescued, he knew that the dungeon would be secure enough to be difficult to get into. The dragons may just be outside but still never be able to get in and save him. So...he needed to exploit his captor's new vulnerability. "Look...why don't we try and make a deal?"

"A...deal? You can't make a deal with me! I'm your kidnapper!"

"My kidnapper whose about to have his butt roasted by about twenty much stronger dragons! You don't stand a chance once they manage to get in here...whiiiich I reckon'll be in about five minutes..." Spyro smirked at his captor, "Buut...if you let me go yourself right now, I'll head out and tell 'em that there's nobody down here. I'll get 'em off your back, and save you from being turned into ash."

"L-let you go!? Never! They will have already rescued the other dragons I captured! You're...you're all I have down here...!" The kidnapper said, his voice sounding pathetic to the point where Spyro genuinely felt sorry for him.

"Dude, you know you can make friends with dragons with their consent, right? I save your life right now, you get yourself sorted out and start a new life as a respectable dragon! It's easy!"

"It's...it's not!" The evil dragon's ears droop downwards as he grumbles and  contemplates his options, before perking up slightly. "I cannot! I'll take them on!"

"Take them on? You...cannot." Spyro replies, matter-of-fact, "Look, you know it's the right thing to do..."

"Aagh! I don't care if it's the right thing to do! You'd say the same thing if you were a crazed sadist like me!"

"...You really wanna keep doing stuff to me, huh?" Spyro realised that his tactic wasn't quite working, and he wasn't going to get out quite so easily. The sounds of the other dragons from outside stayed at a consistent volume now, implying they were struggling to breach the dungeon any further. If he wanted to get his freedom, he was going to have to try Plan B - which he was hoping he wouldn't have to try, but seemed like it was his only option. "...How about we meet up? Every once in a while?"

"...M-meet up?" The nervous captor stuttered, "I don't understand..."

"You let me go now, I stop you from getting killed. Then, every so often, I come back. Let you tickle me for a bit, maybe every few weeks..."

"Th-that'd be great! But, hold on, why should I trust you!?" The bigger dragon's joy soon turned to rightful suspicion, "You can't expect me to believe that you'd willingly submit yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm struggling to believe it too... But I know you're not a truly evil dragon. If you were you would have done a lot worse to me. You're just...a weirdo. And you can be a weirdo in much healthier and friendlier situations!" Spyro tried to make himself as friendly as possible as he bargained with the dragon. As much as he would rather not be tickled again, he was being truthful, of course - he'd rather try his best to help this clearly extremely lonely and unwell dragon with a relatively small personal sacrifice. "As a hero, it's my job to stop you from being evil! Sometimes that means kicking butt, sometimes that means helping you! And if I have to take part in some...weird, freaky things to help you out then I will... I'll have rules, anyway."

"I...I never thought I'd have anyone as cute as you willingly offer themselves to me for fun..." The bigger dragon replied, sounding excited. His happiness was a clear sign that his penchant for kidnapping wasn't a necessity for him. All he needed was that one dragon to offer themselves up as a ticklee. Unfortunately for Spyro, it was him. "It's...it's a deal! And..uh...by the way, my name is Mendel..."

"Mendel? That's a goofy name for someone who can act evil so well..." Spyro teased, as he was let out of his restraints and finally allowed to stretch his legs. The whole situation was extremely strange...but at least he was out, and a part of him was kinda proud that he was going to help reform the most devious villain he had come across yet. Even if that did mean he would be laughing against his will again soon...

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It had been exactly a week since Spyro had been released from his long time in the dungeons. And, as nobody would do after a traumatic kidnap and torture ordeal, he was now sat by a rock casually hanging out with his kidnapper. Mendel's appearance was no longer intimidating, and he showed no sign that he would go against the strict rules that Spyro had set out for him. They would meet in the same place every week, outdoors, for exactly one hour of tickling fun. Spyro didn't resent the plan as much as he thought he would - after all, it was only an hour, and he figured he needed some training to help him overcome the huge weakness he didn't previously know he had.

"D-do you think anyone will hear?" Mendel asked nervously. His evil sadist tone had pretty much gone, now taking on the appearance of a flustered recluse as he spoke to his "captive".

"Nope, no-one ever comes around here~" Spyro replied, "That's why I chose here...after all, it's not like I want anyone catching us either..."

"Of course! Now..." Mendel gave a friendly smirk as he played with a small white feather in his hands. "Show me those footpaws, Spyro~"

Spyro blushed as he lay down and put his purple feet into the air, giving his toes a slight wiggle as he exposed them. "Remember...just the feather, for just an hour. No surprises! And...go easy on the toes, would ya?"

"Hehehe...no promises..."

THE END...?