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Not So Lucky Rabbit’s Feet


By: Umbral Rise


Trade With: secretpupper




Leggit was no stranger to heroism, in fact it was almost his job. It wasn’t uncommon to get requests to help others or beat bad guys with his fast punches, and sometimes he’d even get a special reward for his good deeds. But it wasn’t just his physical abilities that made him so well known, rather, it was his incredible luck in harrowing situations and how things seemed to always work out for the hero in the end.


Fiends from all across the world pine for his insane luck, though none have truly succeeded.


Though this time, he was tasked with a quest that may prove to really test how lucky the rabbit hero truly was. Calls for a hero source from a kingdom besieged by an invading force the citizens described as: “Meanies''.


The Kingdom’s citizens were captured and taken away to the conquered castle of the once fair kingdom. Sounds of squeals and howls of despair can be heard from the terrifying castle. It intimidated the hero at first…but the idea of letting innocents suffer at the hands of terrifying beasts was not a reality he wanted to live in. With bravery and luck on his side, he made the treacherous journey towards the seized kingdom, learning of the captured princess and that freeing her would increase the morale of the resistance, possibly ending the siege entirely once she claims a certain artifact of power within the castle’s walls. He couldn’t directly enter the castle, but there was a way inside via a secret passage, told to him by a royal guard that wanted to see the safety of the princess.


Leggit moved through the gardens to get to his spot of interest….before he heard a strange sound. His ears perked, realizing it was coming from some misshapen rocks near the castle walls. Pushing the rocks out the way revealed the secret passage he was told about, allowing him to crawl in and maybe get a survey of the castle.


Leggit followed the strange sounds deeper into the secret tunnel, the echos starting to sound more like….laughter? He felt as if he was getting deeper, the tunnels likely leading to the dungeon. He ends up peeking out a grate, looking inside the torch lit stone room from where the sounds originated.


What he saw….struck quite a bit of fear into him.


He saw the poor captive princess on a rack, her dress tattered and torn, her fur matted and messy, thrashing and howling in pure despair as her paws were subjected to the most horrible torture imaginable: Tickle Torture.


There were three of the described “Meanies” inside the cell, two of them wore a hooded robe with leather armor underneath, while a bigger one at the adjacent wall “supervised” them with a hideous grin of satisfaction. He watched the smaller minions focus wholly on her paws, subjecting them to the cruelest of tickles imaginable.


Claws scratched, raked, and dug into the princess’s soft paws, no rhyme or reason to their attacks other than to cause the most amount of tickling imaginable. Their cruel torture only elevated by the addition of slick oils that make her paws that much softer, and that much easier to work claws into her tender nerves. The princess herself was a complete wreck, the tortures have completely stripped away all remaining elegance she might have had before she got captured, and replaced it with a babbling, hysterical mess of a prisoner. The shackles that hold her clack and tremble with each thrash she gives, but the metal binds hold her tight giving her no slack or even a hope of loosening for her release.


Tears and sweat have ruined her luxurious fur, her cheeks red and soaked the most from it. Her begging is a mix of pure gibberish and genuine pleas for mercy, always falling on deaf ears to her hooded tormentors. Her hysterical laughter sounded broken and tired, her mad cackles broken up by a whimpering sob when a new spot was touched, or another mad howl as a weak spot was exploited. One of the creatures held her toes in place, and rapidly skittered his claws underneath her madly twitching toes; The resulting scream of laughter made Leggit flinch hard, his toes curling hard in his shoes. He needed to get her out of her before there wasn’t much left of her mind to rule a kingdom! As Leggit withdrew from his viewpoint, he heard what he could only assume to be the bigger boss creature finally speak.


“Alrighty boys, I think she’s had enough of the claws! Let’s see how she feels about a pinwheel!”


“Noooo-Nononono! Get that away- PLEASE! EEEEEK!” The poor princess’s cries make Leggit further curl his toes. “Meanies” is an apt description, though nowhere near telling of their cruelty.




Later…




Leggit emerged from another secret grate, far from the eyes of the guards and sneaked his way through the dungeon. He stayed in the shadows, dodging and hiding from the guard’s lantern lights and following the halls down to the princess’ cell, her laughter and the convenient signs pointing the way to her. Though, it seems she wasn’t the only one laughing. Several closed or slightly ajar cell doors showed that there were others being similarly tortured like their fair princess, definitely explains the “squeals and howls of despair”. The methods vary…some get a slight shudder out of Leggit, thankful that at least the laughter muffled his footsteps enough that he could quickly walk by and continue his trek to his destination.


He finally could see his goal in sight, just one more corner before he was there…


But before he could, he heard footsteps. Leggit pinned himself against the wall, the shadows covering him as the cackling beasts left her room.


“Have a nice rest, tenderfoot princess! Mister Pinwheel can’t wait to torture you again~!” The bigger beast guffawed, locking her door and hanging the keys up on a high hook. They seemed pretty confident that no one would break the princess out…


The little rabbit waited until their footsteps were distant, so they wouldn’t be able to hear his own running up the walls and yanking the keys from their hook. He flicked through several keys, testing each and constantly looking behind him to make sure no one was about to sneak up on him.


The cell door soon opened, the prisoner inside nearly jolting awake in terror as she thought her torturers had come back for more! “No-! NONONO please! Not mister pinwheel again-!”


“Shhhh!” Leggit hushed, revealing himself to her as to not be one of those horrible beasts.
Leggit used the next key to unlock her binds, the princess finally able to stretch her limbs and rub her ankles and wrists from all the struggling. “M-My name’s Leggit! I’ve been sent to rescue you, princess!”  


The princess looked a bit distant, still rubbing her ankles and gently moving her feet as if to savor the freedom they’ve gained.


“P-Princess…?” Leggit’s voice brings her back to reality.


“Ah! Oh…I apologize, I’m still…rather frazzled. Princess is my title…my name is Colette Rocher Adrien. However, I’d rather you call me Rocher, it was my mother’s name.” She explains, sliding down off the rack to do a curtsy, but….


“EEEK!” She jumped right back up to the rack, holding her feet up from the stone floor.


Leggit’s expression changed to that of a look of concern and shock. “W-What’s wrong, Prince- Um, Rocher? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”


She looked humiliated, biting her lip and was dreading this very moment. “U-Um no…my paws…they’re…”  She pressed her fingers together, face reddening as she looked away in shame.


“They are….very sensitive. It’s something I was born with…” She explains, her cute paws further retreating inside her dress.


“It was bad enough already, but with these torments, it’s nearly impossible to walk on this floor! I’m so very sorry…”


Leggit sighed, it only took him a moment to come up with a proper solution. “Well….that’s okay! I think I have an idea.” Leggit claimed, before Rocher could ask, Leggit turned around and showed his back to her from where she sat. “You can hold on to me! I’ll get you out of here in no time.”


Rocher smiled, hopping right on his back and holding on for dear life. “You’re a true hero, mister Leggit~. You will be rewarded handsomely after my rescue!”


Leggit blushed, though it was an efficient means of carrying her, having a pretty girl on your back can…make things a little distracting. Still, hero’s gotta do what heroes do! And so started their dash out of the conquered castle, starting with the dungeon.


It didn’t take long for the cruel invaders to realize their favorite toy was missing, and was being carried off by a so-called hero. The snarling barks and disturbing growls started to intensify, and Leggit had some pursuers already on his tail as they stopped their torments of the other prisoners to catch those two. Carrying the Princess has the downside of not being able to use his hands to attack, limited only to leaping and jumping high above their heads to evade their many tackles or clawed swipes. Even using their heads as literal platforms to get to higher areas, or take shortcuts when the normal routes are closed.


The fiends were frustrated. The rabbit hero was almost….too lucky. There were times where they swore their swipes should have caught him, or he should have missed that jump, or the fact that new platforms and routes opened up to him via crumbling stone or falling wood beams from some unforeseen blunder or structural instability. It was like the entire castle was working against them!


The rabbits made it to ground level, Leggit sprinting across the halls and towards the big doors that lead to the outside.


Almost there…almost theeeere…


Their escape was interrupted as a big, lumbering beast dropped right in-front of them, blocking their way out of the castle. Leggit had a hunch, but looking at his armor, big weapon, and general ugliness…he could tell that this guy was the Big Bad Boss of the entire “Meanie” faction.


“Well well, look who it is~. Little tenderfoot princess….I see ya got a hero rescuing you! Would be a shame if….I dunno, he fails to rescue you~?”


Leggit glares at him, fully determined to get past him and save poor Rocher. “I’ll beat you and get her out of here! I swear!”


“Oh we’ll see about that, little bunny~....” The giant grinned, leaning his weapon on his shoulder as the fight began.




One Cheaply Designed and Artificially Difficult Boss Fight Later…




The twin wooden stocks clasp over their ankles, the two rabbits helplessly struggling against that and the iron chains that hold their wrists above their heads. Rocher more struggling out of fear and Leggit struggling out of sheer will. That didn’t feel like a boss fight! More like an unfair test of reflexes that he wasn’t even remotely prepared for! His luck couldn’t have run out already, could it…?


“P-Please just let us go! I-I’ll leave the kingdom, promise! Just no more!” Rocher begged, curling her toes in fear of what was to come.


“You’ll never get away with this! We’ll….w-we’ll get out again!” Leggit said defiantly, trying not to show too much fear to the boss of the “meanies”.


“Oh I bet you will, and once you do, I’ll just catch you little bunnies again!” He snarled, a hideous grin spread across his face, drips of drool slipping out the edges of his mouth like a rabid dog. The bunnies quake in fear of the big
“And I’mma make sure those paws are nice and tender when you do, just to make it a little more…interesting when you try to flee. Though, we don’t need to try that much with Miss Tenderfoot here, am I right?”


The villains all cackle, much to Rocher’s extreme embarrassment. She would shrink, if it wasn’t for the chains holding her up.


The smaller ones approach with tools, one has a brush and the other has a fluffy feather. The princess immediately starts to panic, thrashing her paws around until her right one was grabbed by the minion.


“N-Nonono. No! No please not that! I-I won’t escape again, a-anything but that!”
She whimpers, her pleas being ignored as the soft brush runs its bristles up and down her captive foot. She doesn’t even put up a fight as laughter pours out of her the second the tickling starts. She pulls hard on her bonds, desperate to escape her torment once again.


“EEEEE-HEHEHEHE! N-NO! PLEHEHEHASE! I’M SOHOHOHREEE!”


It wasn’t until Leggit felt his shoes being yanked away, and his feet exposed to the stagnant air that he realized what was about to happen to him. He shudders in fear, he’s already seen how hard they can push her with tickle torture…how was he going to fare? The rabbit hero tries to put on a brave face, but as soon as a feather makes contact with his foot, he lets out a few sputters, his defenses slowly breaking down from its gentle touches. He wasn’t as sensitive as the suffering girl beside him, but still very ticklish!


“We’re gonna start you off niiiice and slow, little hero~. We’re gonna have fun tormenting you!” One of the minions gloated.


Feather tickling only got so far with Leggit, but once they figured out the spots where he was most ticklish….his strained whimpers and sputters turned into peals of laughter as claws replaced the feather. Tickle torture seemed to be something these evil gremlins and grim giants were experts in. They could find no mercy or peace within the stocks they were trapped in. The foul fiends “tested” them for hours, learning about the methods and tools that would completely and utterly destroy them when it came to tickling.


The tools that worked best on Rocher were the brushes and pinwheel, working away either under the toes or her silky arches, she screamed for mercy the moment they touched. She frantically struggled in her bonds, forgoing any shame she might’ve felt with her conduct and wholly focused on reducing the intense tickling as much as he can…though it may be in vain anyway. They were greatly amused by her panicked cries when the pinwheel made a return, and quickly made itself at home with her vulnerable paws.


“NOOOHOHO! NOT THAT- GYEAHAHAHAHA~! TAHAHAHKE IT AWAAAAY!”


Poor Leggit on the other hand had a much different, yet very effective treatment. Tools did get a good laugh out of the boy, but not as much as their hungry maws. While they were very familiar with the princess’ sweet chocolate and caramel tasting paws, Leggit’s milky coffee paws were a hit amongst his tormentors. No part of his paws were safe. His toes were nibbled with their slightly dulled yet still sharp teeth, scratching and poking the stalks and pads of his toes, while the tongues worked their way up his arches with their rough and terribly ticklish textures. His addicting flavors and adorable reactions only made him a more enticing treat to them, in more ways than one.


“STOHOHOHP THAT! HEHEHEHE! AHAHAHACK! NOHOHOT LIHICKING! CUHUHUHUT IT OUUUUT!”


The beasts subjected the captive rabbits to a tickle hell like no other, fueled by the frustrations of being outsmarted and their overall cruelty towards anything small and cute. Cackling and barking cruel threats of more torture, of them staying here forever, of them being little tickle toys that will be an example to anyone who thinks they can outsmart them.


But, not all is lost for the little lagomorphs.


In their haste to bind and punish them, the Meanies failed to notice the fact that the stocks they chose were rather old. The bolts had rusted, and the wood was weakened with age…with enough struggling from its prisoners, it may just break apart! While it may take a little time, their next chance to escape may be on the horizon.


Their luck hasn’t run out quite yet~.