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"I-I'm still not so sure about this."

Desolas Perigalus, Argonian adventurer, Companion, and Dragonborn, quirked an eyebrow at his brother in arms as he adjusted the locks that kept the large pair of wooden and metal stocks shut. Said stocks currently contained the ankles of Desolas' best friends and fellow Companions, brothers Vilkas and Farkas. Both former werewolves had been stripped down, their bare feet secured in a pair of stocks that Desolas himself handcrafted from wood he cut himself and iron he smelted with his own two hands. The latter brother, ever the more sensitive one, had been the one who spoke, apprehension and slight fear in his yellow gaze.

"Come now, Farks," Desolas said with a toothy smirk. "I thought you said you wanted more intense training?"

"How is this training?!" the other twin, always the more aggressive and anal of the two, snapped. While it was mostly outward anger, Desolas had worked with the two often enough to know that Vilkas was just as nervous as his brother.

"It helps build up resistance to certain... tortures. Trust me, once this is over, both of you will be the stronger for it."

"D-Desolas, p-please. What if your family comes home and sees this?" Farkas muttered nervously, glancing around.

The Argonian merely chuckled. "Brelyna took the kids to Solsteim to visit her family. They won't be back for at least three weeks. We have all the time in the world. Now..." Both brothers tensed as the Argonian cracked his fingers. "Let's begin."

Vilkas' jaw set and he glared mutinously at his Harbinger, silently daring him to proceed with the confidance he could handle it. Farkas... not so much. And seeing that made Desolas go for him first. Kneeling down in the grass in front of the pair's bound feet, Desolas smirked and wiggled his fingers threateningly, before experimentally running one of his talons up and down Farkas' sole.

"Nnhnhnhn! D-Des, please!" he snorted and whined as he clenched his sole and tried to move it away to no avail.

"Come on, now, Farkas, you're a warrior! You can handle this."

"N-Noho, no I cahan't!" the whiny puppy said, shaking his head as an uncontrolled grin spread across his rugged face. The whole time, Vilkas watched with dread.

"Sure you can! That's just your inner whelp trying to overshadow your Companion's pride."

Desolas moved his free hand over to Farkas' other foot. While he had just been doing a single-finger stroke on the one foot, for the second, he casually raked all of his claws ticklishly against the free sole. Farkas snorted sharply, before lowering his head, smiling and squinting his eyes as he started cracking up.

"HAHAHAHAHADESHAHADESDESNOHOHO!"

"Hmm. Could use a bit more tegridy, Farkas. Though, I'm sure you're doing better than Vilkas ever could."

Vilkas growled at that, and his anger only grew at the smug grin Desolas gave him in response. Returning his attention to Farkas, Desolas started vigorously tickling at both soles, and the younger twin's laughter rose steadily and became a bit mroe frantic as his struggles grew to the point the metal pieces of the stocks were creaking loudly.

"DESOLAHAHAS! STAHAP! PLEASE, I GIVE! I GIVE!"

"Aww, Farkas, it hasn't even been five minutes! This is a five hour training regime. And once you start, you have to finish."

Farkas' eyes widened in fear and he shook his head frantically as he laughed hysterically. For the following ten minutes, Desolas just smirked and watched with dispassioned glee as his battle brother squirmed in the stocks as he was tickle tortured. Four minutes in, Desolas had gone from scratching at the soles in favor of using one hand to hold his big toe back, while using the other to tickle at the exposed undersides of the others.

"You're doing great, Farkas. Most men would have tapped out by now."

"I-I HAVE!" Farkas cried over his laughter, tears spilling from his laughing eyes. He had called out several times in, but Desolas had just casually ignored him.

Vilkas grimaced at his brother's broken facade, and shook his head. "Alright. Alright, Desolas enough, give him a breath!"

Sighing, Desolas ceased his torture, and Farkas, face beat red, collapsed back against the stone wall behind him, panting heavily with his teary eyes shut. "Th-Thank you. Tha-AH!" he let off a surprised yelp, tensing as Desolas touched his feet. But instead of tickling, Desolas rubbed them soothingly.

"Easy. Just a little reward for holding out," he explained with a smile. Once Farkas was calmed down, Desolas stopped and looked over at Vilkas, who tensed.

"Your turn, puppy."

Vilkas' rage quickly returned and he growled deeply and struggled in his bonds. "I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious!"

"You're a puppy," Desolas said plainly as he wiggled a claw against Vilkas' foot. "A grumpy puppy. But still a puppy."

"Nnnn! Grrr...." Vilkas growled, the edge of his lips twitching as he fought to hold back a smile, eye twitching as well. "D-Des, I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here..."

"You'll try."

"Ugh, c-can you let me out at least?" Farkas asked as he tiredly opened his eyes. "I already lost, so technic-"

"Shh," Desolas hushed, and extended the fingers of his free hand towards Farkas' feet. There was a crackle of storm magica in Desolas' fingers, followed by small sparks of electricity which arced outwards and hit Farkas' soles. They were not strong enough to cause pain, but against his soles, the sparks were lighting up practically every nerve ending in his feet. And it tickled horribly!

As soon as they made contact, Farkas' body tensed, and he let in a sharp breath before exhaling a torrent of hysterical laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Hearing Farkas' break out like that made Vilkas' composure falter slightly. He had never heard Farkas laugh that hard or loudly, and he let off a snort and chuckle as a smile briefly came to his face.

"N-No, Desolas, d-don't!"

"Time to continue the game," Desolas said as he laid down casually on his stomach, scratching his tingers ticklishly at Vilkas' foot while sending torturous arcs of tickly sparks through Farkas'.

Smiling evilly, Desolas chuckled. "But let's skip to the grand prize, because I've already won."

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A little Skyrim fanfiction piece I wrote centering around my Argonian Dragonborn OC and his two favorite werewolves. Credit for the art piece goes to PMarshmello , who I wanna say thank you to for bringing Desolas to life!

Description
"I-I'm still not so sure about this."

Desolas Perigalus, Argonian adventurer, Companion, and Dragonborn, quirked an eyebrow at his brother in arms as he adjusted the locks that kept the large pair of wooden and metal stocks shut. Said stocks currently contained the ankles of Desolas' best friends and fellow Companions, brothers Vilkas and Farkas. Both former werewolves had been stripped down, their bare feet secured in a pair of stocks that Desolas himself handcrafted from wood he cut himself and iron he smelted with his own two hands. The latter brother, ever the more sensitive one, had been the one who spoke, apprehension and slight fear in his yellow gaze.

"Come now, Farks," Desolas said with a toothy smirk. "I thought you said you wanted more intense training?"

"How is this training?!" the other twin, always the more aggressive and anal of the two, snapped. While it was mostly outward anger, Desolas had worked with the two often enough to know that Vilkas was just as nervous as his brother.

"It helps build up resistance to certain... tortures. Trust me, once this is over, both of you will be the stronger for it."

"D-Desolas, p-please. What if your family comes home and sees this?" Farkas muttered nervously, glancing around.

The Argonian merely chuckled. "Brelyna took the kids to Solsteim to visit her family. They won't be back for at least three weeks. We have all the time in the world. Now..." Both brothers tensed as the Argonian cracked his fingers. "Let's begin."

Vilkas' jaw set and he glared mutinously at his Harbinger, silently daring him to proceed with the confidance he could handle it. Farkas... not so much. And seeing that made Desolas go for him first. Kneeling down in the grass in front of the pair's bound feet, Desolas smirked and wiggled his fingers threateningly, before experimentally running one of his talons up and down Farkas' sole.

"Nnhnhnhn! D-Des, please!" he snorted and whined as he clenched his sole and tried to move it away to no avail.

"Come on, now, Farkas, you're a warrior! You can handle this."

"N-Noho, no I cahan't!" the whiny puppy said, shaking his head as an uncontrolled grin spread across his rugged face. The whole time, Vilkas watched with dread.

"Sure you can! That's just your inner whelp trying to overshadow your Companion's pride."

Desolas moved his free hand over to Farkas' other foot. While he had just been doing a single-finger stroke on the one foot, for the second, he casually raked all of his claws ticklishly against the free sole. Farkas snorted sharply, before lowering his head, smiling and squinting his eyes as he started cracking up.

"HAHAHAHAHADESHAHADESDESNOHOHO!"

"Hmm. Could use a bit more tegridy, Farkas. Though, I'm sure you're doing better than Vilkas ever could."

Vilkas growled at that, and his anger only grew at the smug grin Desolas gave him in response. Returning his attention to Farkas, Desolas started vigorously tickling at both soles, and the younger twin's laughter rose steadily and became a bit mroe frantic as his struggles grew to the point the metal pieces of the stocks were creaking loudly.

"DESOLAHAHAS! STAHAP! PLEASE, I GIVE! I GIVE!"

"Aww, Farkas, it hasn't even been five minutes! This is a five hour training regime. And once you start, you have to finish."

Farkas' eyes widened in fear and he shook his head frantically as he laughed hysterically. For the following ten minutes, Desolas just smirked and watched with dispassioned glee as his battle brother squirmed in the stocks as he was tickle tortured. Four minutes in, Desolas had gone from scratching at the soles in favor of using one hand to hold his big toe back, while using the other to tickle at the exposed undersides of the others.

"You're doing great, Farkas. Most men would have tapped out by now."

"I-I HAVE!" Farkas cried over his laughter, tears spilling from his laughing eyes. He had called out several times in, but Desolas had just casually ignored him.

Vilkas grimaced at his brother's broken facade, and shook his head. "Alright. Alright, Desolas enough, give him a breath!"

Sighing, Desolas ceased his torture, and Farkas, face beat red, collapsed back against the stone wall behind him, panting heavily with his teary eyes shut. "Th-Thank you. Tha-AH!" he let off a surprised yelp, tensing as Desolas touched his feet. But instead of tickling, Desolas rubbed them soothingly.

"Easy. Just a little reward for holding out," he explained with a smile. Once Farkas was calmed down, Desolas stopped and looked over at Vilkas, who tensed.

"Your turn, puppy."

Vilkas' rage quickly returned and he growled deeply and struggled in his bonds. "I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Uh huh."

"I'm serious!"

"You're a puppy," Desolas said plainly as he wiggled a claw against Vilkas' foot. "A grumpy puppy. But still a puppy."

"Nnnn! Grrr...." Vilkas growled, the edge of his lips twitching as he fought to hold back a smile, eye twitching as well. "D-Des, I'm gonna kill you when I get out of here..."

"You'll try."

"Ugh, c-can you let me out at least?" Farkas asked as he tiredly opened his eyes. "I already lost, so technic-"

"Shh," Desolas hushed, and extended the fingers of his free hand towards Farkas' feet. There was a crackle of storm magica in Desolas' fingers, followed by small sparks of electricity which arced outwards and hit Farkas' soles. They were not strong enough to cause pain, but against his soles, the sparks were lighting up practically every nerve ending in his feet. And it tickled horribly!

As soon as they made contact, Farkas' body tensed, and he let in a sharp breath before exhaling a torrent of hysterical laughter.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FAHAHAHA, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Hearing Farkas' break out like that made Vilkas' composure falter slightly. He had never heard Farkas laugh that hard or loudly, and he let off a snort and chuckle as a smile briefly came to his face.

"N-No, Desolas, d-don't!"

"Time to continue the game," Desolas said as he laid down casually on his stomach, scratching his tingers ticklishly at Vilkas' foot while sending torturous arcs of tickly sparks through Farkas'.

Smiling evilly, Desolas chuckled. "But let's skip to the grand prize, because I've already won."

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A little Skyrim fanfiction piece I wrote centering around my Argonian Dragonborn OC and his two favorite werewolves. Credit for the art piece goes to PMarshmello , who I wanna say thank you to for bringing Desolas to life!