It’s an unspoken rule to never go out at night in the Overworld. Monsters spawn and walk around far more often at night than they do in the day, so villagers tend to send out their golems, adventurers and survivors alike board up for the night and wait for the day to come back in order to continue their activities. Monsters have their own rules at night however, some that others aren’t aware of, or don’t respect outright, a certain creeper was of the unfortunate former category. For a creeper, he developed rather uniquely, bearing resemblance to the survivors outside village walls, and even having his own clothes and hair. The creeper boy also had another unique feature to him: paws. Big, 3-toed, and soft soled paws that made his advances to blow up on unlucky adventurers that much more effective, if they weren’t distracted by his cute appearance. The 4 legged boy yawned from exhaustion, finding somewhere dark and cozy to rest for the night after a long day of stalking adventurers and chasing them. 


Sanctuary finds him in the form of a soft bed of leaves, huddled in a mess of branches and coverage, perfect shade, perfect size, and it was oh so cozy. He wasted no time in getting in the hollow, finally plopping down on the soft surface after his long walk. 


“Yeah….I’m gonna use this from now on~.” He hummed to himself, kicking up all 4 of his feet as he began to nap, listening to the soothing sounds of the nature around him. He quickly fell asleep, cute little snores leaving him as he slept. He dreamt about one of many adventurers he’s chased, but instead of blowing up right there to either inconvenience them or kill them, he decided to just humiliate them. Smothering his dream opponent with his big, soft soles and watching them blush and squirm under all 4, trying to grasp for their weapons or fight back. 2 were plastered on his face, while the other two made quick work of stepping and smushing his crotch in rhythmic fashion, forcing increasingly horny moans out of the adventurer. As he ground and punished the poor victim into submission, he couldn’t help but start feeling lighter, like he was rising above in the air. His victim disappeared beneath his feet as he rose up into the air, confused yet still feeling the blissful numbness of sleep. The rising itself didn’t wake him up, but the hissing and the strange stickiness did….no, it couldn’t be! 


He mumbled and wriggled awake, finding the more he did, the more whatever sticky sensation started to spread! Sooner or later, he found himself tangled in the webs of spiders, his body hanging high above his napping spot.


“H-Hey! Lemme out of here!” He protested in his cute aussie accent, pulling against the webs once again to break them somehow. His struggles were brought down to mere wiggles with how entangled he was in the webs, and attracted the devious spiders who webbed him up in the first place. He hissed at the spiders, about ready to blow up before one of them nicked him in the neck, causing him to shudder and stop his detonation. Without enough concentration, he couldn’t detonate, and the spider’s bite made him drowsy enough to lose it. Now with a creeper in captivity, the spiders hissed among themselves of what they should do….getting a few devious ideas, their creeper captive wouldn’t have been able to understand.


“O-OI! Don’t you hear me talking to ya, you bloody-Mmnnh….” He stops mid-rant, the spider bite still swirling about in his system. He watches the spiders with an angry glare, wondering what they looked so giddy about. He would get his answer, after some spiders collect around his legs, and eventually, his paws.


His eyes widened, and his toes curled in response. “E-Ey! W-What are ya doing? G-Get away from there!” He stammers, cluing in on exactly what they were planning to do to him. “H-Hey! Stop! Cut that out!” He yelled, feeling their fuzzy, hairy legs start stroking the soft soles of his paws. It was enough to get him snickering, feeling the hairy appendages graze and stroke under his toes and on the sides of his feet. “Gggnnh-! K-Kkkh-CUT IT OUT-!” He strangles out to say, his feet trying to wiggle away from the teasing hairs. The spiders soon zeroed in on his arches on at least two of his feet, which was more than enough to make him explode.


“WYAH-HAH! AH-AH-AAAHAHAHAHAHA!” He shrieked, bouncing and squirming in the tangled webs as his body tenses and bucks in response to the electric sensations running up his legs. The webs continued to work against him, holding his limbs in place for the spiders to tickle freely. His feet were the only things unburdened by the webs, wiggling and trashing as much as possible to escape tickle torture. 


It just had to have been tickling, didn’t it? The awful, tingling stimulus of tickling. He’s been touched and teased on his feet before, heck, spiders webbed his soles once just to fluster him and leave him trapped there….but tickling was something he couldn’t handle. It made him blush, it made him scream, and worst of all….it felt really good when they tickled just right, right on the arches. He’d never admit it, it was just too embarrassing to! All that he could really do was fight off spiders as much as he could, shouting and squealing the whole way through as to not give away how much he actually liked it.


“GEHEHEHET OFF MY FEET! AHAHAHAHAHA!” He screamed, starting to turn red in the face from laughing. The focused attention on his arches was the main source of his screaming, using varied strokes and prods to induce the most laughter possible. His screams of mercy only encouraged the spiders to tickle harder, the only thing eligible from the poor creeper was his angry aussie swears and cute squeaks. He felt his body wearing down from all the struggling, soon not even having the strength to wiggle anything but his feet, and even they were starting to get tired from dodging something they couldn’t retreat from. His cheeks were stressed from constant laughter and blushing, and his lungs started to tire from the lack of air, his eyes screwing shut as he began to accept he wasn’t escaping his ticklish situation….until it stopped. 


He panted hard, gulping in heaps of air to get back to his normal breathing rhythm. He didn’t realize how much stamina he had lost up until they stopped, and the weakness from the spider bite didn’t make things better for him. He tiredly looked around, seeing his ticklers hiss with glee as they adored their new tickle toy. The creeper gulped, too tired to resist his captors any longer, his eyes pleaded desperately for mercy as he spoke;


“W-What….what do ya even want from me….?” He questioned, watching them start to advance closer….he whimpered, knowing just how doomed he was.

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It must’ve been days, weeks, maybe a month or two since the spiders caught and humiliated the poor creeper boy. After their “fun” with him, he was dragged into a nearby den and kept tied to the deepest corner of the den where no light, save for torches placed there by other monsters. He moaned and squirmed in his webby bondage, long since lost his clothes to the perverted spiders, and subjected to evil torments they have set up with or without other monsters. Each of his 4 feet lay tied, and all undergoing some sort of hellish tickle torment to further make him squirm, cackle, or cry. 
The 1st foot was immobilized in webs, toes tied back and ankles firmly webbed in place against the wall. It was covered in redstone dust, a redstone torch nearby to stimulate the dust on his foot. It was comparable to itching powder, with a ticklish overtone. It felt like tiny, electric bites all around his taut sole and big toes, tickling so deeply and effectively, he could swear it was tickling the nerves directly.
His 2nd foot was left more free, for spiders to touch, nibble and lick at it. Reddened at the toes and wet at the arch from all the abuse, only being left alone because his tormenter was tired, and not because he was tired of the adorable moans he gave in response. 
His 3rd foot was the most free out of all of them, but was used mostly to get the other monsters off with his amazingly soft soles, sometimes used in tandem with the second foot to make it easier. 
The 4th and final foot was subjected to a torture not unlike the first, but it could possibly been the worst of them all, and the source of most of his tortured laughter. A curse had been cast on his foot, causing it to glow in a similar purple color like the letters swirling around it. It was held in place, tickled intensively around the arch and increasing its sensitivity whenever it felt like he wasn’t screaming in his gag enough. It was refreshed daily, and sometimes spread to his other soles to further break in his will if the other tortures weren't enough, snaking along and wringing out such desperate pleas of mercy from the tortured boy, but to no avail.


The exhausting and intensive tickle torture prevented him from ever being able to concentrate enough to detonate, leaving him stuck in a ticklish hell with no chance of escape. His screams of laughter were muffled by the web gag, his lungs burning from constantly laughing and unable to get just enough air to relieve the pain, his stomach sore and tired from jumping up and down from laughter on an almost daily basis. His tears soaked the edges of the gag, multiple layers of webbing absorbing it and being replaced so it would never fall off. He could hear the spiders coming back, either ready to give him a break, or to further break him down into their personal tickle pet. Their red eyes glowing in the dimly lit den as a spawner brought more of his torturers out to play.


“MMMMPH! H-HMMMPH!” He yelled for mercy, pulling and struggling as they reinforced his web bondage, and the curse once again started to spread to more of his feet. Desperate pleas and begs were all muffled as he watched his feet turn purple, and be replaced with an invasive tickling sensation as the spiders fixed up his stressed bondage. He was too far into the cave for anyone to hear his muffled pleas or thrashing, nor was he strong enough to break free. He would have to rely on some plucky adventurer taking out the mob spawner and freeing him, or accept he was a broken tickle pet for several mobs pleasures.


He wasn’t sure if either was a bad option.