Caroo’s Night in the Woods
By: Pirke
Caroo was feeling tense. He was trying to enjoy a Halloween party with his friends, but couldn’t stop glancing over his shoulder, convinced that something was about to go wrong. He swirled his drink and adjusted the ears of his mouse costume, trying to hold back a shudder. It had been going on for a month, now—there was something about the October chill that unsettled him, making him feel vulnerable. In every shadow, he thought he saw some curled tendril, or mechanical arm, or dominant predatory woman—and he knew just how much of a “catch” he was to those types. He had already gotten through Friday the 13th without any major incidents, and felt grateful that he was almost in the clear.
Almost.
“Guys, I really don't think I should be the one who goes out tonight,” he pleaded to his friends.
“You were the last to say 'not it,' mate,” said his friend on the couch—a rather well-hung pony girl. “Just pop through the woods and you’ll be at the store in no time.”
“Alone? In the woods? At night? I’m sorry, I just have a bad history with these kinds of scenarios. I don't want to get abducted by aliens or anything--their probes are so much bigger than they look on TV!”
“But it wouldn’t be a Halloween party without candy!” said the chipper shih tzu at the other end of the couch, dressed as a witch.
“Right you are,” said the pony. She stood up, making a show of how much taller she was, and sauntered towards him, smiling. She was dressed in a rubbery orange jumpsuit—Caroo couldn’t tell if it was meant to be a costume. “Besides,” she said, “if you don't go out to fetch it right now, we'll be the ones who take you hostage tonight.”
	The kangaroo gulped. “Can’t we talk about this?”
	“You got this, Caroo!” encouraged the shih tzu. “Come on—do it for me!”
“Oh, alright,” he sighed. “But if I don't come back, call the police this time. Don't just post about it on /r/unsolvedmysteries.”
	The pony put a flashlight in his hand and pushed him out the door. “Try not to win any medals of bravery while you’re out there,” she said. “And keep an eye out for owls, mouse boy.”
	“Good luck!” the shih tzu called out.
	The door closed behind him, and Caroo was left alone in the cool October darkness. He stood with his arms close to his chest, and pulled his feet together protectively. His tail, which was colored pink for his costume, was held between his legs. He glanced all around him, but the light of the house disappeared shortly into the darkness—there were only shadows. Caroo tried the flashlight and it flickered on weakly, only barely illuminating the forest path just ahead of him.
“Why is there no such thing as ticklishness removal surgery?” he thought.
He stepped out into the woods timidly, glancing all around him and sweating despite the cold. He pointed his flashlight at any little sound he heard—he was certain that tonight would be the night he was captured, and everything was making him feel on-edge. He tried humming to himself as a way of getting his mind off things, but it came out shaky and shivering.
	Suddenly, he heard a loud rustling from the trees behind him! He whipped around, pointing the flashlight into the branches… only to have the light flicker out on him, leaving him in complete darkness.
	“W-who’s there?” the roo called out, frantically slapping the flashlight against his hand. “Stay away! I’m warning you!”
	The quavering kangaroo swore he could feel something approaching him. He pulled himself into an even more feeble position, feeling helpless. Whimpering with fear, he continued fiddling with the flashlight—which started working again!
	He pointed the beam into the branches where he’d heard the noise, only to find an owl perched with its head tilted, watching him intently. “Who,” it called out.
	“Oh, heheh,” Caroo breathed out, relieved. “Looks like she was right after all.”
	He took a few more steps toward the bird, pointing his flashlight up at it. “Hey there, little guy,” he said. “My name’s Caroo.”
	“Who?”
	“I said ‘Caroo!’ I’m a kangaroo—I just don’t look like one right now.”
	“Who?”
	“Well, right now… I guess I just look like dinner to you.” 
	“Who?”
“Let’s hope you’re the only one. You wouldn’t hurt me, would you, buddy?”
“Who?”
He looked more intently at the owl, not wanting to move on from the peaceful moment. But, as he looked into its face, he noticed something odd—it wasn’t looking at him. It was looking behind him!
Caroo wheeled around, and saw a tall, ink-black silhouette standing inches from him. It towered over him, almost blacking out his view. Before he could make it out, it slid quickly back into the darkness of the woods, without a sound. He pointed his flashlight in front of him, but couldn’t make anything out. He swiveled it all around him, spinning and searching frantically, but all he could make out were the edges of the woods.
“H-hey!” he shouted. “Who is that?! Who’s there?”
He took a few steps backward, holding the flashlight in front of him defensively.
“I-I know you’re there! Listen—if you can hear me, please, just… just…”
He sunk a little, looking defeated. “Please, not tonight,” he muttered. “I have a concert next weekend and I really don't want to be kidnapped right now! I promise if you let me go until next weekend, I'll come out to the woods alone again... in my jorts!”
He paused, breathing heavily. He knew from experience that pleading usually didn’t work. He continued to peer all around him with his flashlight, just waiting for something to snatch him up. After a minute or so, though, he had finally let his guard down, enough to take a few more steps forward. After checking behind him for one last time, he continued ahead.
“Look at me. I'm bargaining my body to thin air.”
He continued down the path ahead of him, now unable to shake the feeling of being followed. He thought about that silhouette he saw—how it got so close to him without making a sound. Was it just his imagination? He couldn’t stop pointing the flashlight all around him, just to be safe.
It was around this time that a new worry occurred to the poor roo: he only lived a few minutes away from the store. Something was wrong—he felt as though he had been walking for ages. It was the same old path he had always taken—what was going on?
Caroo shined his flashlight down, and tensed up at what he saw. This wasn’t his usual path—this was overgrown, derelict, and long-abandoned. This was nothing more than a messy patchwork of dirt, grass, and mossy, broken stones, almost completely ensnared by the forest. Horror set in as he realized he was thoroughly lost.
“Okay, it’s okay…” the roo tried to reassure himself. “I-I just have to retrace my steps! Let’s see, I think I came from that way…”
As he turned around, his flashlight flickered out.
“Oh no, no!”
He started banging on the flashlight again. He tried to remember how he fixed it before—twiddling, twisting, and slapping every part of it.
“Come on! Wait—I think I got it!”
Caroo unscrewed the top of the flashlight and the entire assembly fell apart. The bulb fell to the ground below, shattering. He whimpered.
He had no time to mourn, though, as he heard a rustling from the woods beside him. He began hyperventilating as he turned and saw only pitch-black night.
“W-who’s there?”
The kangaroo winced, tensing up in anticipation of the inevitable. He shivered has he heard something approaching—not footsteps, but a strange sliding. It was almost impossible to make out at first, but it became more distinct as it approached him. He clutched the flashlight’s casing ever closer to his chest.
“S-stay back! I’m warning you!”
The sliding circled around him now, as if it were trying to keep him surrounded—as if it were trying to tease him.
“You shouldn't mess with me! I know Krav Maga, and, and...”
Something tendril-like brushed against his thigh.
He jumped, and blurted out in a high-pitched voice: “I CAN TURN A MAN INTO A PRETZEL!”
He dropped the flashlight’s casing and started sprinting into the woods, following the derelict path that was barely illuminated by the fading moonlight. As he ran further, the treetops only rose higher above him.
“Help! Someone!”
	At this point he had lost the path entirely, and was sprinting blindly through the woods. He kept looking behind him, but it was no use—the way behind was just as dark as the way ahead. He continued to run, panting heavily, and hoping to see some sign of civilization. It never came.
	Eventually, the roo was too tuckered out to continue running. He rested his arm against a tree, panting, and feeling his legs turn to jelly. He fell into a sitting position, curling himself up against the tree, hoping that it would hide him.
“What a terrible day not to wear shoes,” he said, referring to the mousey slippers he was wearing.
	His heart jumped as he heard the crack of a twig nearby. He gasped, but caught his breath, too tired to run. He simply curled up further now, squeezing his eyes and folding his arms tightly over his head, trying to shut everything out. He hoped that he could hide here until morning came—or until he woke up from this nightmare.
	His hopes were dashed, though, as he heard the same odd sliding sound approach him. What could have followed him all this way? He peeked one eye open, but could hardly make out anything beside the black silhouettes of the trees all around him. Timidly, he glanced around, unable to locate the source of the approaching sound.
	“P-please,” he whimpered. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“I would never hurt you,” said a feminine voice just behind him.
Caroo yiped and ducked to the ground instinctively, covering his hands with his head. “Help!”
“Calm down, calm down!” said the voice sympathetically. “There's no need to be scared! My name’s Ophi, I'm here to help you.”
“Ooh, heheh,” Caroo giggled weakly. He let his head fall to the ground.
“You sure seem paranoid, boy. I watched you so long, running down that path—always looking behind you, as if there was something chasing you.”
“Well, I suppose there was something chasing me.”
The voice giggled. “Oh yeah, sorry about that. It's only because I was worried about you. Are you lost?”
“Yeah, just trying to get back to my friends in the town.”
“Ooh, you're a long way off from town, stranger! You must've gotten turned around—you were only a few yards from it before you started running! Anyway, you'd be better off spending the night with me. I'll keep you safe.”
“Thank you. Granted, I've heard that before—but you seem... trustworthy.”
“Hehe, and you don’t even know what I look like! You must be a very trusting person.”
“Yeah, I suppose I am,” Caroo sighed. “How are you seeing anything, anyways?”
“Oh, I just use infrared vision—I can see everything at night! The same way that you mammals can see during the day.”
Caroo tensed up. “So, y-you're not...?”
“Nope!” the voice said chipperly. “I'm all snake-lady! Well, half-snake lady on my mom's side. My dad was a very loyal kobold—very tasty, too, apparently.”
Caroo's poor heart was skipping beats. “Uhh, say—” he started as casually as he could manage. “You know those stories about snake people eating rodents?”
“Yes?”
“W-well… would that extend to marsupials?”
“Well, it hasn't so far.” She leaned closer to him. The roo still could not see her clearly, but he could feel her cold-blooded breath on his face.
“I don't see why I couldn't,” she whispered.
Without warning, she shot back and burst out laughing. “Oh, come on! I'm only joking. But you should've seen your face! Oh, I suppose you couldn't see any of my acting. Anyway, I already promised I wouldn't hurt you. Now, come on! Follow me!”
The roo just sat in place, stunned.
“Well, come on!” urged the snake. “We don't have all night! And I'm sure you don't want to risk your luck on anyone else.”
It was true. Despite everything, Caroo stood up weakly and hobbled towards the voice.
“That's it,” she said. “Come here, my little fuzzy mammal.”
Caroo jumped slightly as he felt smooth, clawed hand gripping his own paw.
“Don't worry, I got you,” the voice reassured.
The hand pulled him in, and he was made to lean against her tall, slender body. He was taken aback by how smooth it was.
“Surprised that I'm not slimy?” she asked.
“N-no! It's just... your skin feels incredible!”
“Oh! Well, if I could blush, I certainly would! Thank you, sweetie.” He felt the tip of her tail flick his nose.
“Aah!” He jumped. “Hey, do you think we can stay away from tickling tonight?”
“Why? Are you particularly sensitive?”
The roo cringed, wishing he hadn't given that away. “Uh, no! I'm just so immune to it, it's no fun at all to try.”
“Hmm,” said the snake, smirking. “Isn’t that a shame?”
The roo pulled away, slightly detaching from her. “Hey, does your house have flashlights by any chance?”
“Oh, we're not going to a house.”
The roo looked all around him for anything that wasn't darkness. He searched the sky for stars, for moonlight, for anything to guide him back to the town. He held out for the sound of a car or pub—but found nothing. The snake, seeing all of this, knew that the Roo was thinking of fleeing.
“You know,” she said, “I’m lucky to have found a little cutie like you. I just love to cuddle with warm-blooded creatures. Your natural heating is so luxurious, and you're so soft and fuzzy~ I can't get enough of holding you helpless little things up close.” She leaned towards him, speaking lowly. “That sure is a funny costume to meet a snake in, but I can’t deny it’s adorable—and a great fit.”
The kangaroo gulped, realizing who was really in charge. Reluctantly, he stepped towards the snake, wrapping his arms around her, cuddling her. She pressed one arm against him, holding him close to her soft and smooth skin.
“There, now. Isn’t that better?”
He accepted her headpats with dignity. “Please be gentle with me,” he begged.
“Oh, sweetie--I already promised I wouldn't hurt you.”
“Ever heard of a fate worse than death?”
***
	The two were approaching a clearing in the woods now, the roo draped across the arms of his savior—or captor. His legs had quit working after running for so long, and she kindly carried him the rest of the way. It wasn’t so bad, being held against her like this. He just wished she had asked permission first.
	“Here we are: home!” she called out.
	The roo looked up as he was carried into the snake’s den—a rocky, cave-like entrance at the edge of the woods. He could make out a fire crackling at its center, and a wooden chest towards the back of the cave.
	As they approached the light of the fire, Caroo got his first look at Ophi’s face. At first, he could only make out the out the outline of her hooded head—the rest shrouded in shadow. However, as she slid into the orange-yellow glow, he saw her light-purple snout, curled into a serpentine smile, revealing two fangs—only inches from his own face. She flicked out a forked tongue, sliding further towards the light, and revealing her eyes. They were a deep purple, and streaked with color in marble-like patterns. They watched the nervous boy through the vertical slits of their pupils, which narrowed as they approached the light. Her eyes were so alien, but watched him so tenderly—so easy to get lost in.
	“What do you think, cutie?” she asked.
	“Y-you’re really pretty,” said the roo.
	“Pfft—ha!” she laughed, confusing him, “I meant, what do you think about my den?”
	“O-oh!” He turned away, blushing. “Uh—it’s nice! It’s, y’know… cozy.”
	“I’m glad to hear that, my little roo,” she said, patting his head. “I want to keep you nice and cozy, after all.”
	Caroo giggled nervously. “Say, are you going to put me down any time soon?”
	“Aww, but don’t you want to cuddle some more, fuzzykins?” She asked, scratching underneath his chin. “I promise I’ll hold you snug.”
	“Well…”
	The roo didn’t get a choice, however, as she leaned back against the cave wall, holding him against her in a lying position, facing up. His eyes widened as he saw how massive she truly was—not only did her torso tower over him, but her body continued long coils that ran the length of the room. She stroked his scalp, relaxing him, and directed his head between her soft, anatomically improbable snake boobs. The roo still felt a bit trapped, but couldn’t deny that this wasn’t such a bad position to be in.
	“Why don’t we get you a little more comfortable? I think it’s about time we got these off,” she said, pulling off his plastic mouse ears. “Oh!”
	Ophi gasped as Caroo’s long ears flapped down. She picked one up tenderly, stroking her thumb along the inside. “And I thought they were big before!” she said.
	Caroo blushed as she held his other ear, scratching along the back of it with her clawed fingers. “So soft and fuzzy,” she cooed. “I could play with these all day…”
	She picked up the pace now, scratching the inside of one ear with her claws. Caroo bit his lip, suppressing a giggle. “D-do be gentle with them,” he said. “They’re a bit sensitive.”
	“Sensitive, hmm? But I thought you weren’t ticklish, cutie.”
	“Uh, n-nope! Certainly not—not a bit!”
	“Not a bit?”
	She reached a hand down towards the bottom of his mouse shirt. Lifting it slightly, she sneaked her hand inside, stroking his tummy with the pads of her fingers. “Not even a little?” she teased.
	“N-nope!”
	She got meaner now, scratching up and down slowly with one claw. Caroo tensed the muscles in his torso, trying to suppress his giggles.
	“Not one teensy bit?” she asked.
	“Hmf—never!”
	She started on his sides, pinching and stroking them teasingly with her claws. The roo’s breath shuddered as he bit his lip.
	“Not one itty bitty bit?”
	“Naha—no! I swear! Y-you can stop now!”
	But she kept going, circling his navel with the tip of her claw. Caroo’s eyes watered as he held back his snickering though sheer force of will.
“That’s funny,” she said, “cause I could’ve swoooorn you were just about to burst~”
	To Caroo’s relief, she lifted her hand from him, finally giving the shuddering boy a break. He let out a sigh, letting his muscles slack.
	“Such a shame…” she said.
	Without warning, she began a full assault on his sides, spidering up and down with both clawed hands.
	“BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” he blurted out in laughter.
	“What was that, cutie?”
	“NAHA—Stahahahappp!”
	“But I thought you weren’t ticklish—not a bit!”
	“Oohohkahayy! I HAhadmit it! I’m VEhHeHery ticklish! Now STAHAHAHAAAP!”
	She let up once more, and Caroo was left panting, lying slack across her body. He glanced up and met her eyes, which were squinting at him—inscrutable.
	“Oh, you naughty thing…” she said.
	“W-wait!”
	She pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side, discarding it. Caroo tried to squirm his way out of her arms, feeling timid and exposed. He didn’t know what he was in for—but he had a pretty good guess.
	“Now, now,” she said. “There’s no need to squirm, cutie.”
	She wrapped a coil of her serpentine body around him, pinning his arms to his sides and lifting him in the air. He felt another coil wrap around his legs, keeping his feet together as he was turned around. He was facing down, now, his feet stuck right within Ophi’s reach.
	“Hold on!” he begged. “I-I’m sorry! I really am ticklish—I only lied because… because I can’t stand it!”
	“That’s too bad,” she said, “because I’ve been waiting to get my hands on these all night.”
	“Wait!”
	She pulled off his mousey slippers and gasped. Caroo winced, waiting for a ticklish attack, but it didn’t come—Ophi was seemingly stunned at what she saw. Caroo strained against her body, which was coiled tightly around him, trying to get a look at what she was doing—but the bind kept him firmly in place.
	“Oh my…” said Ophi in awe.
	Caroo squeaked as she began stroking along one of his soles with her thumb.
“Oh, sweetie,” she said, “As soon as I saw you, I knew you’d be a good catch. But these?” She stroked both of his feet now. “These are just perfect.”
	“Waha—what are you gonna do to me?” he stammered out.
	The stroking relented as Ophi smiled at her catch. “I'm going to keep you.”
“W-what?! But I'm not your pet!”
“Oh? I assume you'd rather be my pet than my prey.”
“W-well, yes that is preferable,” the roo nodded. “But you can't keep me here forever--I have a life to live!”
“It's alright, boy, I know I can't keep you forever. You only have until next weekend, after all.”
“W-wait! But that's not—hmmf!”
She wrapped a coil around his muzzle, effectively gagging him. “Hmm—HMMF!” he called out, squirming as much as he could.
	“Shh—just relax now, cutie. I’ll be taking very good care of you.”
	Caroo jumped as she began tickling his feet, scratching up and down his soles with her claws.
	“Hmmhmmhmmm—HMM!” he laughed, squirming.
	“Such a sensitive boy~” she said. “You’re so lucky you found me to take care of you.”
	The tickling became more intense as she explored his feet—she spidered her claws up and down his arches, around his heels, and just below his toes, scratching in every nook and cranny—constantly switching it up, keeping the roo guessing.
	“HMHMHMHMHM—HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” he screamed with laughter, thrashing in his bonds and scrunching his toes tightly.
	“Such soft and sensitive little soles,” she cooed, ignoring his screaming. “I can’t believe you’ve managed to avoid being captured for so long.”
The roo let out a groan through his laughter, staring up desperately and trying to ignore the skittering across his feet. Finally, the stimulation stopped, and he let his head down in exhaustion.
“I think we need to take this a step further, cutie.”
“Hrrrmf?”
“Oh, yes—we can’t ignore these little toesies, after all.” Caroo yipped as she pinched his big toe between her claws. “And I’ve got just the thing for them!”
He heard Ophi open the chest beside her and dig through it to pull something out. He strained to see what she might be planning—but the coils continued to hold him tightly, unrelenting.
“Hmm! Hmm!” he called out.
He felt her wrap something around his ankle, like a leather strap, and secure it tightly. He felt the same on his other ankle, and jumped as she grabbed his big toe. He felt her pull a rubbery ring down around it—she twisted and pushed it down to the base of his toe, the sensation making him wriggle against the coils.
“Now, now,” said Ophi. “I know you’re excited, but do try to keep still, darling.”
She repeated the process across all eight of his toes, taking care to ensure that each ring was secured thoroughly. She checked and double-checked her work, stroking each toe, tracing along them with her claws and twiddling with the rings. All throughout, the roo fought, trying to squirm from the bonds, trying to flex his toes away from her teasing hands—to no avail. Her hands were firm, and held each digit steady in place as she worked. He tried biting his tongue, not wanting to give her the laughter she was looking for, but this effort, too, was useless. He couldn’t hold back his snorts and squeaks as she worked across his toes.
“You may be a kangaroo, but you sure squeak like a little mouse, cutie!”
Once she was satisfied, she began pulling strings from the rings to the straps, forcing him to spread his toes. As she pulled the strings taut, Caroo found it harder and harder to flex his feet, until they were left splayed open, his toes spread and defenseless.
“Now you can’t scrunch your feet no matter what I do! See?”
She scratched along his sole with one claw, making the roo jump and squeal with laughter. True to her promise, he couldn’t flex his feet an inch, despite how hard he was fighting to get away from the teasing.
	“I bet you’d just looove to curl your little toes right now~”
	She focused in on his toes, scratching along the sensitive digits with her claws. She varied the stimulation, teasing each one along the tips, the sides, the bottoms—even the sensitive spots between his toes. The roo screamed with laughter, shaking as much as he could, trying his best to break free. He strained his feet, wanting desperately to scrunch his sensitive toes together, trying to stave off the tickling even slightly—but the rings kept him firmly in place.
	“HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMMMHMMMM! HHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!” he screamed.
	“Such a great response!” she teased. “But I think we should take it a little further…”
	“HRRMMM? NHHHM! NHHHMHMMMHMMM!”
	He heard her open up the chest again, and she began searching through it intently. His mind raced, imagining all the ticklish torture devices it could contain. He continued thrashing, but he could hardly move an inch, unable even to stop giggling. As she dug through with one hand, she continued to idly stroke along his sole, driving the roo mad.
	“Here we are!”
	Caroo tensed up, scrunching his eyes shut in anticipation of whatever she may have in store. He screamed with laughter and horror as a foreign stimulation invaded his toes, and he realized just what she was doing—she was brushing between them with a toothbrush!
	“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMMMMMM!” he screamed.
	She continued brushing between his sensitive toes as he screamed and shook, unable to pull away from the cruel treatment. She didn’t let up on his soles, still scratching all over them with her dancing claws. She continued scratching all along his arches as she explored further with the brush, swishing it along, between, and underneath his shaking toes.
	“MMHMHMMHMHMM! STHMHMHMHMHMPP! STHHHHMMP! PLMMMMMMMHSSS!”
	But the tickling did not relent. She continued brushing between his toes as she pulled yet another mysterious implement from the box—tears rolled down the roo’s face in anticipation of the next device. He jumped as he felt it brush along his sole—a hairbrush! Covered in stiff, rounded spikes.
	“NNNHHHHHHHHMMHHHMHHHHHHH!” He thrashed about hopelessly.
	The onslaught was far too much for the poor roo. He couldn’t take it at all—but was forced to anyway. He screamed with laughter and jerked about as she continued brushing relentlessly, teasing between each toe with the toothbrush while scraping up and down his soles with the hairbrush. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down—she continued varying the stimulation, exploring new spots, using new patterns. She forced him into a laughing submission, making him realize there was nothing he could do. She wanted nothing more than his laughter—and she would have it.
	“MMHMHMHMHM!! PLMMMMMMMMMHSSS! PLMMMMHMHMHMMMHSSS!”
	“Aww, is it too much for you, cutie?”
	“HMHMHMHMHMMMMM! STHMHMHMHMHMHHP! NHH MHHHMHHHHMHH!”
	Finally, she let up, giving the poor roo a break. He went totally slack, collapsing into her coils, exhausted. He could only pant, covered in sweat.
	“How are you feeling, my little pet? Would you like some more tickles?”
	Caroo’s eyes widened. He thrashed his head back and forth, indicating “No” as aggressively as he could. “Nhh! Nhhh!” he yelled.
	“What was that, cutie?”
	“NHHHHH! Plmmmmms! Nhh mhhh!”
	“Tsk, tsk. Still acting naughty, are we?”
	“Hmm?”
	She lifted him in the air, repositioning him once again. Caroo only left himself slack, having no energy left in him to fight. She positioned him on his back, in a similar position to the one he started out in.
	“You’re still telling me lies—bad boy! Anyone could see how excited you are to be getting more tickles…”
	“Hm?”
	Caroo looked up, and blushed with embarrassment as he realized he was rock hard, his cock nearly poking through the bottoms of his mouse costume. “Hm!” he squeaked out.
	“Your friend here seems a little more honest. Maybe we should let him do the talking~”
	She pulled his pants off, making his erect cock spring out as it was pulled past his waistband. She tossed the pants to the side, and he was left blushing as the last remainder of his clothing was ripped away. He shuddered as she reached a hand down toward his cock, tracing her fingers down his shaft before gripping it firmly. He felt a wave of pleasure as he pulsed between her fingers, but she did not offer him any stimulation—besides a single thumb stroking slowly up and down his shaft. He resisted humping into her hand, not wanting to give into the pleasure.
	“Hmmm, hmmmm…” he moaned.
“I wonder if you’re ticklish everywhere…”
“HM?!”
She began scratching his cock gently, teasing her claws from base to glans. The roo shook his head from side to side, groaning as he was hit with a mix of pleasure and torture.
“Oh? Did I find a sensitive spot?”
	She continued tickling along his cock, dragging her claws down its underside, pinching his cockhead, and scratching underneath his glans. The roo thrashed his head and strained his hips, trying to get his cock away from the cruel treatment—but the coil around his hips held firm. As she traced along his slit, his nerve endings exploded with pleasure, overloading the roo’s brain with sensations he couldn’t handle.
	“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMHMHMHMHMHMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
	“How could I ignore these? Silly me…”
	The roo winced as she cupped his scrotum, and burst out in a screaming laughter as she ran her claws down the sensitive skin, teasing his balls with one hand as she continued tickling along his cock with the other.
	“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
The roo tried everything. He tried screaming, thrashing, and begging—all of which elicited no mercy. He tried focusing on the pleasure, giving into the stimulation—but the tickling was too much, the overstimulation distracting him from honing in on the pleasure. He tried to block out the stimulation in his mind—he tried his best to frown, to growl, to groan—but he was not allowed even the smallest act of defiance. His body was her plaything, and it responded to her every touch—whether he wanted it to or not.
	“Look, cutie! It’s your favorite toy!”
	The roo’s eyes widened in horror as he saw her pick up the toothbrush again, and bring it towards his pulsing, overstimulated cock.
	“NMMMHHHH! NNNMMMMMMMMMHHHH!” he begged.
	But it was no use. She gripped his cock firmly with one hand, and began brushing his cockhead rigorously with the toothbrush.
	“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMHMHMHMHMHMMMMMMM!”
	Caroo’s entire body shook as he was wracked with overstimulation, the stiff bristles seeming to find their way in and around every spot of his sensitive tip. His mind reeled as he was overloaded with the sensation—the pleasure, the torture, the good, the bad—the sensations swirled so much that he could barely distinguish between them.
	“Don’t the tickles feel wonderful?” Ophi teased.
	“NNHHHHHHHMHHMHHHHH! STHHHHHHHHMMMHHP!”
	She lifted a hand from his cock and brought it to his torso. The roo jumped as she began scratching along his belly once again, while continuing to brush the tip of his cock with her other hand. He shook as much as he could as she skittered her claws up and down his ticklish sides.
	“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” he screamed.
	She spidered her claws along his torso, circling his navel, teasing his sides, and scratching his sensitive nipples. The conflicting sensations made the poor roo shake and shudder—but not as much as when he saw her pick up the hairbrush once again, bringing it towards his shuddering body.
	“NNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
	Without mercy, she began brushing the roo’s tummy vigorously with the hairbrush. His eyes went wide as he screamed and thrashed, still fighting with everything he had, and still unable to budge an inch. All the while, she continued to brush his cockhead with the toothbrush, driving his nervous system haywire.
	“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”
Through it all, he felt a slight haze of pleasure, building up slowly in the back of his mind. He tried to hone in on this pleasure, but it was impossible to focus on—the sensations all blended together in his overloaded head, too much for the poor roo to bear. The buildup was agonizingly slow, but, despite everything, the roo could feel himself approaching orgasm—little by little.
“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMMMM, HMMMMMM, HMMMMMMM!” he panted through his laughter.
The tickling did not let up—Ophi explored his torso with the hairbrush, scratching it along his sides, his chest, and his tummy. All the while, she ran the toothbrush along his cockhead, sending electric shocks of overstimulation through his abused penis. Through it all, his pleasure continued to build, ever slowly, as his poor cock twitched in response to the stimulation. Caroo’s face went red as the sensations built up in his head, impossible to manage. Strangely, as he grew nearer to orgasm, he felt some small part of himself wanting just a little bit more—just a little extra teasing on his cock to push him over the edge. He was forced to go through it the long way, however, as the cruel brushing on his cockhead caused it to throb despite itself. Caroo tensed up as he felt the pleasure bubbling at the base of his cock. He winced as this pleasure was forced out of him, bringing him just about to bursting.
“HMMMM, HMMMM, HMMMM, HMMMM, HMMMMM!”
Everything stopped. The brushing, the tickling—the slow, bubbling buildup of pleasure—he was left at the precipice, his cock throbbing and begging for more.
“Hmmm?”
“Shh,” said Ophi. “Just breathe, cutie. We don’t want you getting too excited—we have the whole night ahead of us, after all!”
“Nmmmmhhhh! Nhhhmmhhmmmmhmm!” he whined.
“It’s a shame, cutie. I want to keep toying with your pole, but I feel like I’m neglecting those cute little feet! I think it’s about time I introduced you to my friends. Oh, girls!”
	“Hmm?”
	Caroo heard a skittering, like something emerging from the wall just behind him. He craned his head back, trying to see who was coming out to torture him next.
“I should've mentioned, I'm allied with the mice in these woods! They help me out in exchange for protection... specifically, protection from me eating them. You’re gonna love them, cutie! I’m sure they’re very excited to meet you.”
Caroo scrunched his eyebrows as dozens of small mouse girls clambered up Ophi’s coils towards his body. The sight would’ve been unbelievable—if he hadn’t been in similar situations before. As the mice approached him, they chittered to themselves:
“What a great catch! Just look at his feet!”
“His feet? Look at his cock!”
“I call his ears!”
“No, let me get them!”
“I want his toes!”
“Now, girls, you’ll all get your chance,” said Ophi. “I plan to keep this one for a loooong time.” She patted the roo’s head.
“Hrrmf,” he whined.
The mice climbed onto him, now, positioning themselves all across his body. There were mice at every sensitive spot—at his tummy and sides, on his ears, perched on his cock, at his thighs and calves, and, most worryingly, sat at his toes and in front of his soles. Ophi wriggled her own claws over him menacingly, and Caroo could only squeeze his eyes shut, hoping to block out what was about to happen to him.
“Aaaaand, begin!”
The sudden sensation wracked his body as the entire team began working him over at once—Ophi spidered over his sides and tummy while the mice scratched and skittered their little claws all over him. He felt them exploring the ridges of his ears, the spaces between his toes, the back of his legs—even the torturous spot behind his knees. They did not let up, exploring his navel, his nipples, poking claws into his armpits, causing him to writhe and scream to no avail. The ones at his feet seemed to be having extra fun, trying new spots, trying to make the roo jump—and it was working. This is to say nothing of the girls who were at his cock, who seemed to be enjoying themselves the most. They hugged his shaft, scratching along its surface, while dragging their claws under the corona of his glans, across his slit, and all over his shaking balls. Up-close-and-personal with his throbbing roohood, they delighted in exploring every inch of it. The roo’s eyes shot open as they found the magical button at the base of his cockhead, where the tip met his shaft.
	“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” he screamed.
	As they worked him over, they continued chatting to themselves:
“Look at this throbbing cutie... I want to see it cum!”
“No, no—keep him on the edge!”
“Great idea!”
“It's so cute, in a certain way... what's the word for it?”
“Pretty!”
“Oh yeah! His cock is pretty!”
The roo could hardly focus on what they were saying, the cacophony of sensations drowning out his thoughts, making him thrash wildly against the coils. The mice did not let up, digging their claws into spots he could never reach on his own—they scratched under his arches, between his toes, inside his ears, on a sensitive spot right beneath his scrotum. The scritches on his neck and nose were particularly infuriating, as they caused him to tense his head and shoulders, trying desperately to scrunch out of the way—with no success. It was a merciless sensory overload, with no end in sight.
“NNMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMHMHMHMMHMHMHMHMHM!! HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
Without warning, Ophi picked up both of her brushes, and began working them across his torso. She brushed his tummy and sides with the hairbrush while exploring with the toothbrush—she brushed it in his ears, over his nipples, and inside his navel, searching for any weakness she may not yet have exploited. The roo’s mind reeled as that pleasurable sensation began to build up in the back of his head, almost completely drowned out by the onslaught he was experiencing. He thrashed in his bonds, screaming, unable to form a coherent thought—all he knew was that he wanted the tickling to stop, and the pleasure to continue. He thrusted his hips desperately, trying to eek out a little more pleasure, but the coil held him firm, and the mice were skilled at slowly building him up, preventing him from getting too excited. Deep down, he knew he should’ve been embarrassed by how needy he was acting, but he was too desperate to care, just struggling for any relief.
Ophi whispered in his ear: “Shh, don’t try to cum, cutie. Just accept it, all of it—this is the greatest pleasure you will ever feel.
	Tears streamed down the roo’s face as he continued to thrash and squeal with laughter. The words barely registered in his head, but seemed to linger as faint echoes: “Cum… pleasure… accept it…”
	“It’s time for phase two, girls,” Ophi commanded.
	“Oh boy!” squeaked the mice.
	A few of the mice scurried off of him and headed towards the chest. The roo squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation, wondering just how much worse “phase two” would be for him. He peeked one eye open just in time to see the mice climbing back towards his body—holding feathers.
	“NNNNNNHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!” he screamed.
	But it was no use. They teased their feathers across his body—they stroked up and down his cock, inside his ears, between his toes, and across his trembling arches. The whole time, Ophi continued her brushing attack, picking up the speed across his sides and inside his navel—his whole body shook as he screamed and moaned.
	“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!”
The sensations were driving him insane. He felt the growing pleasure in his cock, the teasing strokes across his body, the relentless brushes, and these all swirled in his mind, overloading him. He couldn’t fight it, he couldn’t even think straight, all he could focus on was the budding pleasure, and the little voice in the back of his head that wanted more. He hated the tickles across his body, but at the same time, he felt this strange sensation—like he wanted them to keep going. His head spun with pleasure, with torture, with overstimulation, and all of these seemed to blend into one, one feeling that he didn’t know if he loved or hated. He just wanted to cum, he just needed more pleasure, he just needed more…
“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM! HMMM, HMMM, HMMM, HMMMHMHMHMHMM! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
Ophi lifted the toothbrush from his navel and brought in down in his cockhead once again, scrubbing it vigorously over his sensitive tip. The roo went cross-eyed, screaming ever harder from the torturous stimulation, as his mind reeled with confused sensations.
“HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM”
The pleasure at the back of his mind began to grow, making the roo even more conflicted with what he was feeling. All the sensations—the brushing on his sides, the feathers stroking between his toes and along his shaft, the little claws inside his ears, the nape of his neck, and the creases of his arches, the brushing on his cockhead—it all melded with the pleasure in his mind, seeming to heighten it, despite the fact that it still felt torturous. His whole body shook, his mind reeled, his vision seemed to blur at the edges as the stimulation came in from every side, breaking him down, making him realize there was nothing he could do to fight, to make himself cum—only accept it, accept it…
“Good boy,” Ophi cooed.
The pleasure continued to build as sparks of overstimulation reeled across his nervous system—it was like his whole body was an erogenous zone, and each touch sent a wave of ticklish pleasure through him. He shook, his mind reeled, he couldn’t think at all, he didn’t even try—all he knew was the pleasure and the tickles coursing through him, all of which seemed to melt together as the sensations grew and grew. Once again, he felt the bubbling at the base of his cock, and his eyes crossed as he felt himself nearing the precipice, just ready to blow…
“Hands off!” Ophi commanded.
Once again, everything stopped, leaving the roo panting heavily. But he was not relieved that the stimulation stopped—he was shaking, he felt dizzy and confused, he still couldn’t think, he just wanted more, more…
	“I’ll take it from here, girls.”
	The mice scurried away, seemingly disappointed. Some kissed the spots they were working on before skittering off.
	“Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm,” the roo panted.
	Once again, she lifted him up in the air with her coils. However, rather than repositioning him, she wrapped her body around him further, circling him with her coils. The serpentine body wrapped around him again and again, encircling him almost entirely, until only his head, cock, and feet protruded from her grasp. The roo didn’t fight—his head was still swimming, unable to form a coherent thought. However, he snapped slightly back into awareness as he felt the coils tighten around him.
	Ophi whispered in his ear once again. “Do you know how we snakes catch our prey?”
	“Hrrm?”
	He felt the coils tighten around him further. “We can feel our victims’ heartbeats,” she said in a low voice. “We can feel your fear building—we can sense your hearts racing as we hug you tighter and tighter, as we take away all conscious thought.”
	“Hmm!” he whimpered fearfully.
	“But that’s not all,” she teased. “I can tell just when you’re getting aroused, when you’re getting scared, when I find a good spot, or the right word~ I feel whenever your little heart skips a beat, cutie.”
	“Hmmmmm…”
	“I’ve known from the second I met you—ever since I first mentioned tickling, I could feel your heart racing, your growing excitement. As I traced my claws across your little body, I could feel just how much you liked it, how much you wanted more. Even now, even as I tease you your little heart is picking up its beat. You like being teased, don’t you? Deep down, you can’t deny it—don’t you want to be my little tickle pet? Oh, yes—I could feel it as I spoke, you just love the idea~”
	She dragged the tip of her tail down the underside of his cock.
	“Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm,”
	“There’s no need to fight it, cutie. I’ll take good care of you here.”
	She tilted his head up by his chin, forcing him to stare into her deep, purple eyes. As he stared into them, he imagined a life together with her—being held firm, being teased sweetly, being stroked all over, her whispering in his ear as she brought him ever closer to climax. He imagined himself happy, cozy, and cared for, forever, forever…
	He gasped as the coil gagging his muzzle released, and he was allowed to take in air through his mouth once again.
	“Don’t be shy cutie,” she cooed. “Just tell me what you want.”
	The roo stammered. “I-I…” 
He stared deeply into her eyes. “I WANT TO BE YOUR TICKLE PET!” he shouted.
	“Now there’s a good boy…”
	She grabbed his cock firmly and pumped. She didn’t hold back, stroking it up and down in quick strokes, sending pleasure reeling through the boy’s body. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, which was held open in a wide smile. He felt so lucky to have met her.
	As she pumped his cock, she stroked along his soles with the tip of her tail. The roo didn’t mind—it all felt wonderful to him, only adding to his pleasure. It didn’t take long before he felt the same bubbling at the base of his cock—only this time, he couldn’t hold back if he wanted to.
	“Ahh, ahh, ahh!” he panted.
	Cum shot out from the roo’s cock as he pulsed and shook with pleasure, the sensation spreading across his entire body. He continued to pump for the better part of a minute, feeling ultimate satisfaction, and ultimate safety. He loved the coils that hugged him so tightly, the tailtip that teased across his soles, making him smile, making him feel good. He shuddered as his orgasm came to a close, feeling exhausted, but at the same time, happy and satisfied. He went slack in Ophi’s coils, closing his eyes and giving into the pleasure of the afterglow.
	“Shh,” she reassured him, scratching his head. “Just rest now, my little pet. We’ve got a long week ahead of us—and maybe, after that, you’ll be able to show me your jorts.”
	The roo could hardly hear her, leaning against her body as the whole world faded out, and he fell asleep in her grasp, smiling.