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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The creeper boy was kept by the spiders for much longer after their “fun” with him the first time. They dragged him back to their den, with an unfortunate inclusion of a mob spawner. Great. More ticklers. He had lost track of how long it had been since he came here. Days? Weeks? Months? He couldn’t exactly think about it with his soles under constant, daily tickle abuse. They always changed the tortures to keep him exhausted and unable to blow up and escape. The newest one was possibly the worst, and possibly the one to break him fully.


His upper body was bound to the cave wall, webs pressing against his bare chest and holding his arms upward, his legs were held down and wrapped up in sticky webs, while his feet converged onto a collection of torches, redstone torches. All 4 of his feet were generously covered in redstone dust, the torches nearby stimulating the dust and acting as both itching and tickling powder. The green soles thrashed and squirmed as much as they could in their bondage, some toes were tied back at random, worsening the sensation on some feet that just couldn’t scrunch. His laughter echoed through the cave, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, and his stomach sore from laughing almost daily from these evil tortures. The absolute worst part about all of this?  He’s loving every second of it.


He’s loving it so much, they’ve already taken his pants to expose his erection, putting him in quite the embarrassing spot and teasing it whenever they saw fit, and oh did they embarrass him. The desperate, adorable look in his eyes as they left him on edge in his ticklish stupor, the cute aussie pleas he made only encouraged more tickling to come his way, his struggling weakened the webs quite a bit, but nothing a quick few spins couldn’t fix~. 


“GYEHEHEHE-HHOHOHO~! MAHAHAHKE IT STAHP! PLEHEHEASE!” He begged, his body betraying him with frequent twitches of his shaft. His lungs burned with exhaustion, the kind of pain that felt good, but still singed deep and made him gasp between his cackles. He eventually earned his break, the poor thing soundly broken enough for him to properly be called a tickle toy. As the redstone was cleaned off his feet, he watched with dread as his spider tormentors approached his feet again, wanting to subject him to their fuzzy legs again.


“O-Oh….Oh no no no~....Not that….anything but that! Not the feet~!” He whines, scrunching his feet cutely for his captors. He was too deep into the mob den to be rescued by anyone, and it was up to the spiders if they’d ever let him go. His laughter and “begging” would sooner be lost in the winding caves than to ever reach someone’s ears….


“N-No! Not the feet….O-Oh no no ple-EEASE~!”


And he wouldn’t want it any other way.