“Oooohhhh, why did this happen to me?” He promised himself he wouldn’t cry. He was a man, he had to be strong, but Chopper hadn’t seen any of his crew for almost two days. He was hungry, lonely, and scared. Back with his crew, he offered to go check out this weird island they came across, but he didn’t mean to go this far in, and he never thought he wouldn’t be able to find his way back. 
	The jungle island they landed on was hot and wet, raining almost every day. The air was hot and heavy, and the jungle so thick that Chopper was only semi certain that he was going out of it and not deeper in. Every minute he was bit by some bug, and his feet couldn’t take much more walking. The bush was thick, and in some places, even sharp, and left his clothes ripped and torn. He didn’t mind, it was hot enough that extra ventilation was felt good, but it only helped a little bit. 
Sweat poured from his forehead, and he hadn’t drink in almost a day. Rubbing the sweat away, he sat down by a tree. He rubbed his foot with one hoof, sore from all this walking. It helped a little bit, but it looked like he wasn’t getting anywhere walking around aimlessly like he was. 
“Will I ever find the others? Or will I have to live off this island forever? I don’t know what fruits good to eat and what’s poison.” Tears started to force their way out. He sniffed and pushed them back. “No! I know Luffy will find me. It might take him a week, a month, or a year, but I know he will.”
The word year hit him hard. Could he survive that long here? It surely wasn’t impossible, but it would be hard. He would rest now, and tomorrow he would stay where he was, collect food, and try and find a soft place to sleep in. 
Chopper pressed down on where he had sat. It was already a soft spot, but a bit wet. He felt it pulsing under his butt and hands, shifting slowly and slightly. He tried to pull away, but it was also incredibly sticky, and he was stuck where he was. 
	“AAAAHHHH!” Chopper looked down. He saw he was sitting in some kind of red slime, and it was slowly moving more of itself onto him. It only had his hands and butt so far, but he couldn’t wiggle out of it. It poured forward, flowing like molasses, covering his arms and chest. It was very warm and soft, and it was pulling on Chopper hard. “Nooooo! Please, let me go!” Chopper was crying. 
	It began to pull the reindeer up the tree he was laying beside into a small crevice and inside the tree. It was hollow on the inside, and it was big enough for a man to lay inside, so Chopper had plenty of room. The slime pushed Chopper down and held him in place by his ankles and wrists, and small tendrils began to creep over every inch of his body as his clothes were torn away. 
	Inside the tree, there was a large face, formed from bark. It had two eyes and a mouth, but the inside of both these were filled with the red slime. When Chopper’s eyes met the monster, it’s mouth twisted into a demented grin.
	Chopper knew he was a gonner. He didn’t want to give up so easily,but he couldn’t move, his crew was too far away to help him, and he found he couldn’t even transform if he tried. He sobbed as hard as he could, and it did him no good. This monster wasn’t even slowing down. He was buck naked now, exposed all over. He braced for the pain, getting ready for whatever horrible thing was about to happen-
	“Ppfftt, hahaha…” Except that. The monster had rubbed something along the arch of his foot, forcing a laugh out of Chopper. It continuously rubbed Chopper’s feet. On the archs, the heel, and in between and on his toes. 
	“W-what haha, are you d-d-HAHA, doing?” Chopper tried to speak, but he couldn’t. Whatever this thing was, it knew just where to probe him to make him laugh. It noticed how especially ticklish he was in between his toes, so it had focused there. All of the air was sucked out of Chopper. “AAAHHHH HAHAHA.” 
	The slime wrapped around his chest, and Chopper saw what it was doing. The slime’s tendrils could form little hand like structures, and quickly after they took shape, they began to rub and flick and tickle at him. It was experimental, at first. It tickled his thighs, but they didn’t get any response, so they moved up to his belly, a little more ticklish, but not very, but when they moved to Chopper’s hips, the laughter encouraged it to keep going, and harder. 
	Why? Chopper thought. Why was this thing tickling him? Did it enjoy it? Maybe due to the tickling making thinking almost impossible, but no answer came. 
	The tickling spread. Both Chopper and the monster learned how ticklish Chopper was and where. His thighs, his arms, and his face weren’t at all. The hands teased him there a bit, but moved on when they noticed little reaction. His neck and his hips were more so. While they would target those spots a little, it seemed that it wasn’t what they were looking for. It wasn’t long after they found it. His feet, his armpits, and his cock. 
	His armpits and feet were both super ticklish. When his pits were touched, the laughter would get louder and his arms would pull away as hard as they could. His feet had a similar response, but it wasn’t consistent. His toes were ticklish, but less so than his arches, and his arches less so than in between his toes. 
	None of that was as bad as his cock, though. In truth, it was probably just as ticklish as in between his toes, but that wasn’t what made it so bad. It felt so good when it was rubbed, and it grew hard and bigger after a little bit. His head, his shaft, his balls, everywhere was tickled. 
	“BAHAHAHAAA” Laughter filled the tree that Chopper was stuffed into. The fingers prodded, probed, and tickled. His cock was fully hard, and to his shame, he was slightly thrusting into the hands. A purely reflexive motion, Chopper told himself, but it didn’t stop the shame. He hated every moment of this, would his movement come of as consent? What if the Straw Hat Pirates found him like this? Oh, god, anything but that. 
	Soon after, the tickling slowed down. The hands stopped, as if the life had been sucked from them. Chopper smiled and took deep breaths. Was he finally free? The little hands started to vibrate. They took a different form. Their ends grew harder and brown, they became rectangular in shape. Then bristles shot out of them. They became little brushes. Chopper was confused for a second. Then terrified. 
	“No. Stop! NO! NO NO STOP DON’T!” Not a word Chopper could say would stop them. Eight went between his toes, two larger ones on his arches, five of varying sizes on his armpits, two on each of his balls, two on each side of his shaft, and one rubbing away at his head. Chopper alternated between screams and laughs. 
	“AAAAAHHHHAHAHAHA! GOD, PLEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING STOOOOOOPPPHAHAHAHAAAAA!” They didn’t. Chopper thrashed as hard as he could. He head he brought up and down, trying to slam it around, but the slime acted like a cushion so it’s new host wouldn’t harm himself. It’s grip on Chopper’s arms and legs were so strong, that despite anything they didn’t budge and inch. His tongue flew around his mouth, throwing spittle all over himself, he was crying harder than he ever had before. He wished it would stop. He wished he could be free. He wished he knew what it wanted.
	He felt his cock pulse and tremble, and then he came. Long, thick streams of sperm shot all over himself and the slime. It was absorbed into the monster's body, and it sent small amounts of itself over Chopper to clean up where it had spilt. Chopper was dizzy, and he felt his eyelids go heavy. Would he be free when he woke up later? Maybe. Before he could go to sleep, a small form of the monster went over Chopper’s mouth. He struggled, as he did with everything else, but the slime won out, again. It squeezed itself slightly, and a red liquid was poured into Choppers mouth. It was warm and tasted bitter, but it made Chopper tingle slightly. 
	His heart began to race, he felt energy return to his limbs, and his cock perked up and leaked precum, ready to shoot again.
	“Noooooooo….” A weak voice came out of Chopper. The slime monster ignored him, and continued to violate the reindeer for hours yet.
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Several hours later

Chopper opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was the slime monster using his brushes all over his body, even where he was hardly ticklish. It liked to mix things up it seemed. Sometimes it would only stimulate and tickle his cock, sometimes when he was close to cumming, he would leave the penis alone, getting him so close to edge only to deny him. Sometimes it was only tickling the slime wanted, and Chopper’s pleasure didn’t matter to it. One thing remained the same. Chopper begged and cried and tried to escape, but nothing worked. And he laughed. Oh, his laughter. It was the worst part, really. He laughed so loud and fanatically, he thought he would go deaf. And whenever he laughed, that face above him laughed along with him. It never made any sound, but it moved like laughter. 
	Right now the face was closed, like it was asleep. He could barly move, and certainly not enough to escape. The monster didn’t give him any more of that juice unless it was going to play with him more, and after it would drain him of the energy again. He had enough to reach ahead of him, but not enough to stand up. 
	Enough to live. He thought. He reached ahead of him and dug something into the bark of the tree. A single line. He would mark four and then strike through it. So he would remember how many days had gone by. He began to rub at his feet.
	“That damn thing.” He thought at he rubbed his foot. It seemed softer than usual and his rubbing elicited a small giggle from him. He pulled away. 
“Why do my feet feel like that now? I was never this ticklish, and my feet weren't this soft. What happened?” His eyes widened. “The slime! It must be a sensitizer! That’s why it rubbed itself in with brushes! Every day that thing will make me more and more sensitive to it’s torment, my feet, my armpits, even my penis will get worse and worse.”  
	He heard a creak in the wood. He looked to the face and saw it was awake. That red smile looking right through him. The slime wrapped around his arms and legs, and it took out it’s fingers and brushes, and sent it towards his most sensitive areas. Chopper gulped. 
	“I wonder how long it would have me.” He thought. 
	He would spend almost two whole years as it’s captive. Don’t worry, dear reader. He started enjoying it after four months.