Z'nth in the Stoks

In the land of Haa, there was merciless bandit that terrorized towns by the utter of his name. This bandit would arrive, and leave the town on its knees, begging for mercy. This bandit, by the name of Stoks, was ruthless, cunning, and above all, mischievous. Every town he hit, he left no riches behind, and he left no pride for any authority figure. No one knew why, legend had it, anyone who told tales of what Stoks did, would meet the same fate. A majority of the small towns in Haa were in need of a hero.

That hero was Z’nth, the White Wolf. He was the strong, kind, and legendary warrior who faced more than terrible beasts, but pirates, bandits, and fangirls alike. Z’nth made his way through the dusty streets of the small town, Chor’Til, and into the Eagle’s Feather Tavern, hoping to receive information of the mysterious terror who was making his way to Chor’Til that same day. He sat at one of the small round tables, in the corner, and put his well-defined bare feet up on the tabletop, waiting for the hostess. He looked around, seeing some of the townspeople looking at him, and going back to drinking and conversing amongst themselves. Suddenly, he felt something tweak his foot, he moved his feet back down to the floor, and saw the hostess, a large fox with a side ponytail of brown, wavy hair, a red dress that showed her proud bust, and a tray full of empty mugs.

“What will it be, stranger?” the hostess asked the white wolf.

“A mug of your finest brew, and your boss, I came to talk to him about something urgent.” Z’nth requested, smiling at the foxy lady in front of him.

“You got it doll.” She replied, going to the back of the bar, and came back with two mugs, and the owner of the tavern. He was a large, lion with a glorious mane, a strong, yet soft face, and a red leather outfit with red spats. The lion sat down in front of the white wolf, and shook his hand.
“I am Royel, owner of this establishment, I thank you for coming.” The lion introduced, sending the hostess away after she served the beer.

“I am Z’nth, and I only wish to help as best as I can.” Z’nth replied, he smiled at Royel, he always appreciated good-looking women, but Royel was definitely admirable in Z’nth’s eyes.

“So, you are here because the bandit is coming.” Royel said, getting down to business.

“Of course, I would like to let you know that, I shall bring this unruly bandit to justice.” Z’nth said with confidence.

“Thank you, but I should warn you that this foe is nothing like you've possibly faced before. Nobody knows what he does- well nobody talks about it, but I cannot imagine what could be so horrid that the sheriffs of neighboring towns gave their resignation after an attack.”

“That does spark my curiosity… But regardless of what, I shall make him pay for his crimes. He will not rob this town on my watch.”

“I thank you so kindly, brave warrior. Our hostess has made up a room for you, so you can prepare for when he does appear.”

“I thank you, Royel, does anyone know what Stoks looks like?” Z’nth asked, getting a surprised reaction from Royel.

“Do not say his name. Legend has it, if you say his name, he himself will appear before him, and give you a fate worse than hell.” Royel sternly whispered.

“I will make him stop his reign of terror end.” Z’nth said, fearlessly, taking a swig of beer, after giving cheers to Royel.

Z’nth was led upstairs to the inn, where he was shown to his room. Z’nth set his sword down by the bed, and lays down, feeling the bed. There was a scent in the room that smelled like dew on the petal of honeysuckle. The smell, along with the soft comfort of the bed, lulled the white wolf into a deep slumber.

Z’nth’s eyes blinked open in bliss, expecting his warm, bright room, but instead, he got a dim room with a small ceiling window, and he was strapped to an angled wooden table. Z’nth’s eyes widened as he tried to struggle to get free. There was a sound of an opening door, and footsteps echoing near the corner hall that connected the door to the room.

“He is just in there.” A familiar voice said.

“Thank you, I shall leave your town alone. You and the citizens and your wealth are safe.” An unfamiliar voice said.

Z’nth’s eyes widened, he recognized that voice to be Royel’s voice. But he looked, and saw a male figure walking toward Z’nth. He got a closer look, to see a black panther with a black vest and pants, and 3 pouches on his left hip, hanging by a black leather belt. He was also bare-pawed.

“So… You’re Stoks.” Z’nth growled at the panther.

“Yes, and you are the warrior who isn’t afraid of my name.” Stoks said, looking at his captive.

“So, you made a deal with that lion?” Z’nth asked, snarling.

“Ohoho, yes, but he’s more than a lion to me~.” Stoks said, walking tauntingly around the trapped white wolf.

“So what are you gonna do to me?” Z’nth questioned, he was ready to take any kind of torture he would throw at him, “You gonna do what you did to the sheriffs?”

“Hmm… What exactly did I do to them?” Stoks asked leaning next to Z’nth, “Oh yes, I did this.” With that, Stoks wiggled a claw on Z’nth’s side.

Z’nth didn’t expect it, and flinched away from the wiggling claw, but at the same time, he kind of thought that Stoks did this kind of thing, but he couldn’t believe he was going to be his next victim.

“W-What are you doing?!” Z’nth yipped, looking at the playful bandit.

“Haha! You really think I don’t know? Z’nth the Legendary Hero of Haa! Defined by more than his acts of heroism, bravery, and justice, but by his endurance under the claw and the feather.” Stoks said as he walked in front of Z’nth, “Your reputation has spread wide throughout Haa, and when you got to my ears, I raised hell and more to get your attention, and now, I get the opportunity to finally make the most ticklish warrior in Haa beg for mercy.” Stoks took out a couple large bottles and opened their corks.

Z’nth was getting more uneasy as he talked, and now he knew he was in for it, but he tried to keep calm and focus on other things.

Stoks smirked at the helpless wolf. “I’m gonna tickle you, Z’nth…” Stoks teased, wiggling his fingers at Z’nth’s restrained body.

Z’nth was getting a little flustered as the bandit teased him with his tools of torture. Stoks began to lightly tickle his neck, which made Z’nth writhe in ticklish agony, still trying to hold back his laughter.

“Hehe, oh if you were my mate… the things I would do to you…” Stoks said, as he moved down his shoulders, and going into his underarms. Z’nth blushed at the comment, and squeaked when his guard went down, he tried so hard to not give in.

“Aww! You sounded like a little Alaskan Malamute pup! How adorable are you?” Stoks said, smiling as he tickled his chest, teasingly sliding his body down to Z’nth’s belly, licking it.

Z’nth looked like he was about to burst when he was tickled on his chest, but he was finished when he began to lick his belly. Z’nth belted out the biggest laugh he had ever made as he struggled furiously to get out of the tough leather bonds, but it wasn’t any good.

“GAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Z’nth laughed helplessly.

Stoks smirked as he tickled his sides and belly. “Hehe, there’s that laugh, I heard legends that your laugh is very good at bringing joy.” Stoks said, looking at the bottles, filling up with a rainbow colored gas. Z’nth looked at the bottles as he laughed, and noticed they were enchanted flasks. Whatever Stoks was really after, it dealt with Z’nth himself.

Stoks then began to squeeze Z’nth’s thighs and tickle his inner thighs, it made his laughter slightly increase, and increasing more when Stoks moved down to squeeze his knees.

“BWAHAHAHAHAHA! STOHOP! STOHOHOHOHOP!” Z’nth begged, he was just one push more to going over the edge.

“Aww, but I haven’t gotten to the best part, love.” Stoks said, as he sat down at Z’nth’s wiggling feet, they looked like they were trying to get away, but as soon as his claws touched Z’nth’s feet, Z’nth was a blushing, broken wolf. Every laugh that he made could not compare to the octave he hit. No one knew whether it was the tickle talk, the licking, or just merciless tickling that did it, but Stoks had broken the Legendary Hero of Haa.

Stoks kept tickling his helpless victim’s feet, getting his toes, soles, heel, and the sides and tops as well. Z’nth kept his explosive laughter going as his worst spot was being teased, tickled, and tormented.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I’LL DO ANYTHING! STOHOHOHOP!” Z’nth finally screamed after the 2 hour long torture. Stoks stopped tickling, and corked the bottles, which were now full of a condensing rainbow gas, turning into a rainbow colored liquid.

“Hehe, you’ve already done what I wanted.” Stoks said, smiling at his captive, “I think the laughter of a great warrior will fetch a very good price.” Stoks said as he went closer to Z’nth.

“I would like to thank you, Z’nth, you have made a poor family very happy.” Stoks said, holding Z’nth head to give him eye contact.

Z’nth was panting, and he looked like he was about to say something, when Stoks planted a kiss on his muzzle, making him blush in embarrassment. He now knew what made the authorities resign from the neighboring villages.

Stoks smiled. “That was fun, maybe we’ll see each other again, love. I think I’ll retire from banditry… and become… a tickle hunter. Yes, that has a lovely ring to it, don’t you agree?” Stoks said, as he put away the large bottles into his pouches, and then as a parting gift, he wiggled his tail on his feet, making him scream in giggles. Stoks strutted out of the basement happily and left Z’nth down there, broken, and humiliated. He vowed to get Stoks and bring him to justice one day. But first, he had to get out of his restraints.