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A grapefruit sky shone through the forest canopy above a well-worn dirt road. Traces of wagon tracks and bootprints pocked the path, and the scent of spring flowers filled the air. Life’s yearly renewal had begun, trade routes resumed after the melting of snow. No caravans this late in the day, however; the evening roads were places for weary travelers, glory-seeking adventurers, and cutthroats.

And kobolds, apparently. A pink-scaled draconid skulked down the path, green eyes flicking, head turning with every sound. She grumbled and kicked a clod of dirt in her way, then knelt down to dislodge its remnants from between her bare toes.

“Disi tired of walking.” she huffed and puffed, adjusting her skimpy brown loincloth and the spear strapped over her shoulder before trudging along. “Disi look for hours. No wooble-eyes anywhere…”

No anything, for that matter. She hadn’t run into another soul, sentient or otherwise, since she’d set out from the den. She was sure she’d heard that caravan guard mention the large floating eye creatures she sought… but the road was long. He could have meant two miles ahead or twenty. Disi sighed heavily, took a moment to rub her aching feet, and kept on.

“Shiny-stealers coming all the time, looking at den. ‘Oh, kobold cave! Must be shinies! We take!’” She crossed her eyes and put on her best human accent in mockery, then whipped her tail in frustration. “Disi empty cages. Disi reset traps. Disi scrub blood, pick up arrows, warn shiny-stealers not to come back—”

She stomped! “But always come back! Disi tired!”

How long had she even been walking? Three hours? Four? Kobolds didn’t exactly have the largest strides among the sapient races. The amount of progress she could have reasonably made was questionable at best. She whined, gripping her violet hair with clawed fingers. “Disi just need a—!”

Something caught her gaze. A wooden sign stuck in the ground at the side of the road. She hurried over to inspect it, standing on the tips of her toes to read it—damn those tall folk and their extra height! She strained to read the runes aloud, sounding out each syllable carefully:

“War...ning. War-ning. Wild som… somno… uhhh…” she squinted. “Somno… voids? Som-no-voids?”

What the hell kind of word was that? Disi chuffed. “Stupid tall-words.”

Ugh, she didn’t care about the words anyway! The real treasure was the picture etched into the bottom of the sign; a rough etching of a tentacled spherical creature with a large central eye. She brightened, tail swishing. “Wooble-eye! Wooble-eye near!”

Renewed, Disi ran along the road, holding the haft of her spear to keep it from flopping about on her shoulder. Short strides aside, kobolds could really move when motivated, and she could barely contain her excitement at this new revelation!

“Wooble-eyes! Wooble-eyes!” she called out into the forest, heedless of the fact that she could very well be luring hungry predators onto the road. “Disi come to make deal! Come, come!”

She ran… and ran. Then slowed and panted, resting her hands on her knees as she hunched forward. Just a little too eager. Disi looked up at the sky; more and more of that burnt orange began to dip into a light plum color. She’d never make it back before nightfall now, and she’d promised to have a solution to their looter problem by tomorrow. She sighed heavily and plopped down onto the dirt.

“Disi not go back without wooble-eye.” Her bright green eyes scanned the treeline. Nothing but bark, grass, an old broken-down wagon, a giant luminous eye, some bushes, some—

“AHH!” Disi leapt to her feet. She frantically waved her arms in the direction of that huge pink iris. “Wooble-eye! Come, come out! Disi need talk!”

Only a moment’s pause separated offer from response. The large iris floated toward the road and revealed its entirety: A spherical entity—huge by kobold standards—midnight-black and shiny like wet ink, with a mass of tendrils gently writhing beneath. Its otherwise featureless form floated effortlessly off the ground, that large eye staring down at Disi and her beaming smile.

She couldn’t stop herself from bouncing in place. “Disi find wooble-eye! Tribe not mock Disi!” She grinned and put her hands on her hips, her bare chest pressed out proudly. “Wooble-eye come with Disi now! Kobold den need guard for keeping out shiny-stealers! Disi give fair trade of shinies and meat. Wooble-eye can also keep shiny-stealers for woobling and tentacling.”

The “wooble-eye”, or “somnovoid” as the tall-folk called them, loomed just ahead, its massive eye blinking just once. Its body buzzed, the vibration resolving into a soft, fuzzy voice. “You came for… service?”

“No service.” the kobold shook her head, still grinning. “Disi offer trade. Come back to kobold den.”

“How fascinating.” The eye creature slowly orbited Disi, its tentacles twitching, sphere humming with every strange vocalization. “I have never been approached by a kobold. You are so small.”

Disi’s eyelid twitched. “No mock Disi! Come work for kobolds.”

Undeterred, the somnovoid ran a tentacle up Disi’s lower back, prompting her to squeak and jump forward. It wurbled gently in reaction. “Oh my. Reactive, too.” Its giant pupil widened just slightly. “I must know more of you.”

“No! Ask about Disi later!” the kobold stomped and idly grasped the haft of her spear. “Disi make fair trade. But can take wooble-eye back the hard way!”

The ocular creature hummed again. It tilted its body to one side in what might have been a shrug. “You may try. Humans made us quite resilient.”

Right, she’d heard some novice wizard mention that once. The wooble-eyes were like golems made through alchemy. They sold them in shops as “stress relief aids”, but hadn’t counted on them figuring out how to reproduce. Nor had they expected said offspring to be far less cooperative than their manufactured kin. Little wonder that so many haunted the forests between towns now, woobling random travelers without consequence.

But that wouldn’t deter Disi. “Wooble-eye tough, but Disi spear give good poke! Now accept Disi deal, or wooble-eye get big eye-poke.”

Tentacles fanned out, and Disi gripped her spear in both hands. She took a defensive posture, spear held at the ready, but the wooble-eye didn’t move to ensnare her. Instead, it spoke again: “Lull.”

“Huh?”

“Passing humans call me Lull. Because they get so soft around me. So warm. So safe and sleepy.” Its eye stared her down, and then… changed. The pupil shrank inward, and from its center bloomed the most vivid band of purple. It pulsed to the edge of that giant orbit, and just when the whole eye threatened to be swallowed by violet, the brightest sky blue flowed outward. Then emerald green. Bright orange. Glimmering gold…

“You should, too.” Lull crooned in that soft, buzzing tone. Purple, blue, green, orange, gold, glowing against the darkening woods. Absolutely… beautiful.

“You should look.”

How could she not? That massive eye positively loomed, all but eclipsing the canopy above as she tilted her head up to… to look. Look. Look.

Oh no.

No, she couldn’t look..!

Couldn’t look into the… the pretty colors.

Gold purple blue orange...

“Hhhhuuaaaahhhh…” Words. Come on, words! “Bwuh… uh… ababa…”

Disi swayed in place, eyes wide, mouth hanging ajar. Oh, had anything ever felt so good?

No! Bad! Think, think, think!

Pretty colors. Pretty colors. Pretty colors…

The tribe would mock her if she came back empty-handed! THINK!

“NnnnnNO!” Disi snapped her eyes shut! “No! No wooble Disi! Disi give wooble-eye shiny-stealers to wooble!”

“I do not wish to leave this place.” Lull wurbled back to her, its tentacles slowly closing in. Disi felt them at her sides, on her arms, her shoulders, her waist. She stepped this way and that to try and avoid them, but they were soon all around her! Not coiling. Simply present. “I find many minds here. Many who enjoy being… woobled.”

“Disi NOT enjoy!” She paused. One eye cracked open—

Blue, gold, purple, green...

Her pupil dilated. The forest blurred, and a sense of peace instantly flooded her mind. She could look. She could—

Her eye snapped shut again! A shiver ran along her spine and she sucked in a breath. “...Maybe little. But only wooble-box!”

A classic kobold toy/trap, the wooble-box. She briefly recalled putting together her first: a simple wooden chest filled with gems and other shiny things, all enchanted with a hypnotic pattern spell. Perfect for ensnaring hapless shiny-stealers and captivating bored kobolds. Also apparently ineffective at building resistance against further woobling. Go figure.

“Now wooble-eye Lull come back with Disi, or Disi poke!” she demanded with another stomp.

“But this place is better.” Lull casually countered. “Quiet. Private.”

“Is trade-road!”

A pause. “The woods are private.”

The woods. Oh gods, when had her footsteps stopped treading dusty road and started on twigs and grass? She hadn’t even noticed the tentacles guiding her off the path! How far off were they?!

Not that anyone was looking for her. Not that any traveling merchants would lift a finger to help a thieving kobold! She groaned and thrust her spear out, only to have something heavy catch the end near the pointy stone and redirect it—right out of her hands.

“No!”

“You truly do not need this.” Lull crooned, tentacles moving in closer. Bumping her. Poking. Gently guiding. “I wish to know you. Please, look.”

Disarmed and now thoroughly surrounded, Disi froze. She did what kobolds did best: Calculated. Wooble-eyes were tough. She was small. Stabbing was a kobold’s best friend. She no longer had her spear. There was no wrestling her way out of those tentacles once they had her.

But they didn’t yet.

Disi ducked low, pivoted, and bolted into the—

“ACK!” She yelped as something caught her leg, wrapped around tight, and hoisted her into the air! She flailed and swore in draconic, growled and barked, and generally did everything her instincts screamed for her to do!

“Please be calm.” Lull wurbled gently. “I do not intend to harm.”

“Let Disi go now! Down, down, down!” the kobold snarled, eyes squeezed shut and arms swinging wildly. They, too, were soon ensnared by tentacles, and the extra leverage allowed Lull to turn her rightside-up again. She groaned as the blood rushed back down from her head and the world settled around her. “Stop being a bad wooble-eye and come back to kobold den!”

“You are very demanding. It is endearing.” The giant eye-thing really knew how to make her fume. “I wish to test something, since you are now contained.”

Tentacles coiled her arms, her legs, her waist. They settled around her shoulders and beneath her bare breasts. The mass of tendrils didn’t quite cocoon her, for reasons that swiftly became apparent. A slithering poke against her tummy made her suck it in, and its insistent pursuit and subsequent fluttering touch brought a squeak to her maw.

“N-No touch!” she demanded, scowling with eyes closed.

“So you are ticklish.”

FUCK.

“DISI NOT!” She cursed herself for that response, and the immediate reward was further fluttering around her sensitive, very obviously ticklish navel! She squirmed and twisted her hips, rocked herself wildly in the tentacles’ grasp, and stifled the embarrassing sounds threatening to bubble up from within. “Disi… not… ticklish..!”

“Denial is common. But truth is always at the tip of the tongue.”

More tentacles joined in the torment. Two at her ribs, another pair at her armpits, and two more on her feet. She felt them shift, splitting into smaller, finer tendrils that now freely fluttered and wriggled into her most squeak-inducing places!

“GHHK! NNF!” Disi groaned, grunted, growled… She did anything but laugh! She couldn’t let this stupid wooble-eye win! She hissed out through gritted teeth, “NOT… TICKLISH..!”

“There is one path to relief. Open your eyes.”

“NO!”

“Very well.” The infuriating casualness of Lull’s comments drove Disi to gnash in its direction, but there was nothing for her teeth to sink into.

“Disi… get you..!” she threatened between snorts and snerks. “Turn you into… noodles..!”

Lull wurbled in a way that could have been a laugh. “Oh my. We must correct this aggression.”

Something soft, slick, and rubbery nudged between her legs, and Disi’s eyes shot open.

Fuck.

No.

Close them close them close them close… them…

Gold. Purple. Blue. Green. Orange.

Purple. Green. Blue. Orange. Gold.

Colored rings throbbed insistently before her eyes, and this time…

Close. Close close close close close..!

One eye. Then… the…

The other only managed half-way. Disi struggled, giggling and whining and shaking her head. “No wooble Disi..!”

Lull’s voice rang clearly in her ears, despite its naturally fuzzy tone. All it took was one simple word:

“Look.”

That other eye slid open. Both lids rose. Colors bloomed before her, illuminating her face and casting a rainbow sheen across Lull’s tentacles. Dizzying, mind-fogging, full-body tingling…

She had to resist. Had to fight it! She wasn’t here to be woobled! Her head turned one way, then the other. Her eyes refused to follow. She squinted and furrowed her brow. Her lids refused to shut. Arms tugged against the tentacles binding them, and couldn’t be used to shield her gaze.

“Nuh… no… wooble…” Disi huffed, her voice squeaking out between forced giggles.

“Look.”

Disi… looked. Stared. Eyes wide. Thoughts racing for shelter against the encroaching storm of pleasurable colors.

Blue purple gold green orange. Inescapable. Inevitable.

“Nn...o… woob…” The words melted on her tongue, and she hung there in Lull’s tentacles, the colors flooding her vision, mirroring in her eyes as everything went fuzzy and soft.

“Good.”

The word rolled over her. Yes. It was good. She was good. Looking into the pretty colors was… good.

No fight left. No anger. No more deals or bargains or demands. Just the colors.

“Keep looking.”

Every buzzing syllable laced itself into her thoughts. Every thought came so slowly, like pushing through a thick jam. Mind foggy. Thoughts sticky. How could she be so heavy and so floaty all at once? And the tickling—it hadn’t stopped! She giggled and squeaked, squirmed and bucked in place, to no avail.

“Be still.”

No. No, she had to move. Had to squirm. If she couldn’t, she’d go mad…! She twitched and arched in spite of the command, and the colors throbbed deeper as Lull hummed again:

“Be. Still.”

Motion ceased. Something within her howled for motion, but her body betrayed her. Disi hung there, eyes wide, mouth agape, giggles bubbling up from her tummy and out her mouth. Tentacles fluttered over her midriff, around her navel, over her armpits and feet and ribs, playful and devilish. With nowhere to squirm, that frantic ticklish energy began to build. An anxiety made of pleasure. Panic composed entirely of sweet, sugary bliss.

“Nnnhhh…” Some part of her still fought. A sleepy holdout in her mind struggled against the colors, grasped at fleeting thoughts.

“Resist.”

“Close your eyes.”

“No wooble.”

Such distant ideas from the reality blooming in front of her. Resistance was difficult and complex. Pretty colors were so much simpler. So much easier. Nicer. Better…

“Deeper now.” Lull wurbled softly, its tentacles tickling her more insistently. More of them emerged and split into those feather-soft ends, attacking her navel, her neck, her back and shoulder blades. They brushed long strokes up her thighs, fluttered into the backs of her knees, curled between toes and scribbled over soles. And Lull, seeing the torment behind her wide-eyed stare, spoke again: “Be still.”

Gods, how? How could she not move? How could she not thrash and writhe and scream and struggle against such horrible tickling?! Every now and then she’d twitch, and Lull’s eyes would pulse just a little harder to bring her to stillness again. The colors bloomed faster. The patterns shifted, never once repeating, keeping her dizzy and distracted and docile. She’d heard that wooble-eyes, or somnovoids, or whatever the humans called them, fed on energy, and that they did so through hypnosis. But what could it possibly get out of tickling her like this?

“Be still.”

Still.

Still is safe.

Easier than fighting.

No resistance this time. She could do anything if Lull commanded it. If she was staring into deep blues and purples and golds and greens...

“Good girl.”

Oh fffffuck..!

Those words practically vibrated through her and traveled straight to her soaking wet pussy lips, where they landed and drew out a hot, heavy moan that drowned out her giggling. Fuck, she had a feeling she’d had a praise kink, and this only confirmed it.

“Look deep. Sink deep.” A tentacle slithered between her legs. It prodded that wet entrance and slithered forward and back over it, bringing a whole new set of noises from the kobold’s open maw. “So responsive. Very good girl.”

“Fuwa… haaaaa…” Words were impossible now. She groaned and huffed and loosed ragged breaths, her tongue hanging out as all decorum evaporated. Her back arched into a new feeling—two tentacles slithering around her breasts and caressing her nipples, rubbing in slow circles and drawing hot, mewling nothings from her lips.

That sleepy resistance melted away. There were only pretty colors.

Giggly tickles.

Tentacle hugs.

Slick friction.

Lull. Obey Lull. Look deep into Lull.

Purple and gold and blue and orange and…

Disi exhaled softly as that tentacle between her thighs pushed in, spreading her lips and sinking deep into her. The colors pulsed harder. Faster. Matching her thudding heartbeat. Blue purple orange green gold purple green…

Lull is pleasure. Lull is bliss.

“Keep looking.”

Look.

Just look.

Looking is easier.

Look so deep.

Tentacles coiled her firmly. Her nipples radiated pure ecstasy with every circle those teasing tendrils rubbed around them. Every tickling flutter sent another wave of panic-pleasure through her. All around her, sensation drowned out the world:

Firm pressure. Fullness. Thrusting.

Green purple blue gold fuck fuck fuck.

That tentacle gently but insistently railed her. Lull’s embrace around her tightened, as did the depth of its swirling spell as it pulled her in close. That luminous eye engulfed the universe, and she stared, wide-eyed into the colorful abyss.

“Good girl.”

Throb.

“Keep looking.”

Throb throb.

“Feel.”

Throb. Fuck.

“Feel so deeply.”

Throb fuck tickle tickle throb.

Her eyes crossed to stare into the center of that endless tunnel of mind-fuck. Her pussy quivered, hands shook, body practically vibrated from the overwhelming sensations.

“Look.”

Colors. Colors. Colors. Green blue purple gold.

Fuck Lull. Obey Lull. Look. Look.

Feel…

The tickling still hadn’t fucking stopped, and she could barely even laugh she was moaning so hard. It all swirled together until sex was ticklish and tickling was sexy, and the colorful domination pouring over her made it so much simpler to fill the empty parts of her head with pleasure.

“Deeper.”

Disi clenched. Ffffuck, she came so hard, her whole body trembling as delicious bliss rippled through her entire being. She panted and gasped, toes curled, fingers closed into fists..!

“Deeper.”

Nnngh, again..!

“Good girl.”

AGAIN..!

What was it doing to her? She’d never… never..!

“Sink into bliss.”

“Nnnghaaa… aahhhh…” Everything ached. Ached so fucking good. She was so… fucking… wet…

Ticklish flutters didn’t stop. They carried her orgasms across her nerves. Scribbled them across her scales, into her most intimate places. Drew sensation through her being.

“You are bliss.”

She was… What was she? She was Disi. But Disi felt so far away in this haze of sensation. The name alone sounded strange in this state. The kobold den, the shiny-stealers, her entire reason for coming here…

It all just seemed… distant. Unimportant.

Her squirming slowed. Hot and heavy breaths leveled off. Every nerve sang in rapturous ecstasy. She came… No, she was cumming. A long, continuous climax. Everything tickled. Every erogenous touch rippled through her.

She… was bliss.

Nothing else. Not Disi, not a kobold, not on a mission to stop dumb shiny-stealers from stumbling into the den.

Bliss.

For the longest seconds of her life, this pleasure was all she knew. All she was. Ticklish, orgasmic, submissive ecstasy emptied her out and filled her up in equal parts.

Tentacles pumped into her. Fluttered into her navel and armpits and feet. Squeezed her most intimate curves, tugged insistently at her nipples.

Orgasm after endless orgasm crashed against her psyche, threatening to ruin ordinary sex forever.

And then, just as quickly… she was Disi again.

Giggling and mewling and huffing breathlessly as her final, exhausted climax wracked her petite body. She sank into Lull’s coils, eyelids fluttering, breaths heavy, limbs completely turned to rubber.

The tickles slowed. Tentacle-fucking followed suit. Everything went soft and gentle and soothing in the aftermath of the biggest rush of her entire life. Tentacles embraced her every soft curve and held her aloft. Gravity no longer mattered. She could lay limp here. It was safe.

She was safe.

So she just… zonked right out.

Cold. That was the first thing she recognized. Then texture; smooth, hard. Some roughness here and there. Rocky…

Her eyes opened to a world of muted grays and torchlight. She groaned and rubbed her head as she sat up, glanced around, and puzzled out exactly where she…

Oh. This was the den. When had she come back? How?

Disi grumbled as the realization crashed upon her:

“Disi got woobled!” Ugh, the stupid wooble-eye had gotten her! At least it’d had the decency to drop her off at home, but she was here empty-handed! The others were totally gonna mock her for this.

She stood, shaky and wobbly, and braced herself against the cavern wall. A quick look down showed that she’d been re-dressed. She even had her spear propped up against the wall nearby. What a polite gesture from something that’d just thoroughly hypno-fucked her.

The kobold blushed at the thought of it. Fuck, Lull had really taken her for a ride. She’d had some wild sex before, but nothing even came close! Who knew wooble-eyes could be such perverts?

And speaking of…

Something loomed ahead in the dark. Something round. Something tentacled.

“Wooble-eye..?” Disi squinted, suspicion immediately sinking in. “Did you trick Disi?”

It turned. Floating in the air was an iris of bright green. Not pink. Not Lull! This wooble-eye floated forward, looked her over once, and wurbled softly. “I was told there would be shiny-stealers. I await them eagerly.”

She couldn’t help but gawk, mouth agape. All that, just for Lull to fulfill her request in the most roundabout way possible. Her cheeks flushed. That stupid eyeball just wanted to tickle and fuck her silly! It’d never been about the deal at all! She’d have to… go and scold it for being so pervy.

Yes. Scold. And nothing else.