Lance's Digimon Foot Slaves
Lance has been what some would call, a bit crazy when it comes to using his imagination. But what do you expect from a dragon anthro like him, since he tends to be a rather easygoing fellow. It's also no surprise to any of his friends that he also tends to have a rather big foot fetish, most likely due to spending nearly most of his life barefoot. Only difference is that he's mostly attracted to male feet, along with having a rather, peculiar ability that he uses.
He was browsing through his computer one night, as he usually does when he gets bored. To be honest to anyone not familiar with a dragon like Lance, a bored dragon equals trouble for sure. But luckily he chooses to browse through the internet instead of going on one of those miniature rampages that he used to do in the past. His friends are at least thankful that he got a laptop, 'cause the aftermath of each of his rampages were not at all pretty to look at.
He was checking his emails when he noticed a link in one of the unopened ones that he got. "Well this is interesting," the dragon says. "Wonder what I've got in my today." As he moved the arrow to the link, Lance was quite curious about what might happen. The dragon then clicks it, and waits for the outcome. Said outcome came in the form of a rather bright flash of light from the computer screen.
When the light dies down, after a little while, Lance uncovers his eyes due to the sudden flash and sees what come out from his computer. Standing right in front of the dragon boy were two strange beings that are each wearing a confused look on their faces. The taller of the two has to resemble a lion man, wearing only a pair of pants that have a few belts on them. A large belt was wrapped around its' waist, like it usually does, while two smaller ones were wrapped around the pantlegs. On its' left forearm were a few bands comprised in a peculiar looking pattern. Around its' neck was a necklace made of red rocks with a blue jewel in the central one, all the while an earring is pierced in one of its' ears. The shorter one looks to be a bunny-dog hybrid with war paint on its muzzle like face. Like the lion man that is its' companion, the bunny-dog being was wearing a pair of pants only the color is blue. It had a belt of gatling bullets that seemed to fit in the cartridges of the guns it's got on its' hands. The things that the two beings have in common are that they are both shirtless, wear only pants, and barefoot. (The last one much to the dragon teen's delight.)
"Where in the name of the Four Sovereigns are we, Gargomon?" the lion man asked his shorter friend. "It sure isn't the Digital World to me." The voice sounded deep and masculine, which quite obviously sounds confused. "No idea Leomon," the named Gargomon replies. "But I really hope this isn't another one of Impmon's sick jokes, otherwise I'm gonna PUMP THAT STUBBORN, IDIOTIC LITTLE CREEP FULL OF LEAD!! I mean seriously, it's bad enough that that troublemaker has been tormenting everybody in the village with those Bada Boom attacks, but going so far as to send the two of us to a different location is way beyond crossing the line." As he finished his rant about the Virus Digimon, the gun user turned his gaze to the dragon anthro who was sitting on the couch. His lion friend did the same, curious about what caught his attention.
Feeling a bit awkward due to the attention on him, Lance stood up from his seat. "Hello there," he greeted in his casual carefree voice. "The name's Lance, and I would like to say welcome to the real world and all that stuff. Heh heh heh, this is kinda embarrassing for me." The dragon teen sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he said that, confusing the two Digimon a bit.
"Uhh... hi," Gargomon says, bit of confusion in his voice. "I'm Gargomon, and the big guy over there is Leomon." "I can very well hear you, you know." Leomon remarked, but was ignored. "We were hoping that we could get some help on our situation after suddenly coming here in the real world as you said. I just want to get back so that I could SERIOUSLY mangle somebody that really gets on my nerves."
"I'd like to help you two out in getting back home," Lance says when he walks over to them. Seeing the two creatures get into battle stance, the dragon realized that they think he was gonna attack them. He then held both of his hands up in defense. "Whoa whoa whoa," he says. "I'm not going to hurt you guys. I'm just here to help out like a good Samaritan. That's all I'm doing." He then witnessed them blink several times before putting away their weapons; Gargomon lowered his gun gloves, while Leomon sheathed his sword that evaded Lance's eye for some reason that he couldn't explain.
“Sorry about that Lance,” Leomon apologized, while he and his gun-bunny friend wore sheepish expressions on their faces. “The both of us are a little jumpy right now.” “Probably due to suddenly getting thrown into a new world,” Gargomon chimed in. “We thought it was the result of a prank done by a Digimon named Impmon.” The dragon raised an eyebrow to Gargomon’s statement, as he was a little confused and curious on what the gun bunny said. “Digimon?” he asked, still curious.
“It’s short for ‘Digital Monster,’ which is what Gargomon and I are,” Leomon explained. “I see,” Lance replied. “I understand your little problem about getting all jumpy, as I’m sure that tends to happen to most people. I may have a great idea in mind that could help you both relax.” That caught the two Digimon’s attention, as they wanted to find some stress reliever in order for them to relax, even for a little bit.
The dragon teen sat down on his couch, resting his feet on one end of it while placing his head on the other. He beckoned the two Digimon over to him with one hand. They walk over to him with rather confused looks on their faces. A tiny bit of curiosity is shown in them also, when they were directed right in front of his feet.
“Umm… what exactly are we doing? Sitting around like a bunch of ding-dongs?” Gargomon questioned, like a smart-aleck. The lion man Digimon next to him smacked him on the head for that remark. “No, nothing like that at all,” Lance answered. “You’re just going to rub my feet for a little while.” The two Digimon blink in confusion at this as they try to get the clear message. “Rub… your feet?” They said at the same time in confusion. Lance nodded to them, in confirmation. “That’s right guys,” he said. “exactly as it sounds. Like I said, I know a way for you two to relax and rubbing my feet tends to be that. If you are really that desperate to get rid of that stress, then this should be it. Now I know this may be a bit weird and uncomfortable to do at first, but you’ll eventually to deal with it once you do it. No need to worry about it.”
Gargomon and Leomon turn to each other before shrugging their shoulders at the same time. The former of the two Digimon was removing his gun gloves and putting them down on the floor next to him, showing 5-fingered hands under them. The latter merely removed his sword from his belt and placed it next to him like his friend. As soon as they put their respective weapons out of the way, the Beast-type Digimon got to work.
“I’ll take one, you get the other.” Leomon told Gargomon. “Sounds good.” Gargomon agreed. After that compromise was done, the two Digimon immediately got to work. While the lion man Digimon grabbed hold of Lance’s left foot with both of his hands, his gun-bunny companion did the same with the right foot. They both push and drag their thumbs into the sole of the respective foot in front of them. It feels a bit off doing something like this, but at least it provides some stress relieve.
Lance was sitting back on the couch as he’s relaxing in the pleasure of the situation. As he was also dealing with some stress of his own, the dragon thought this was a good idea to use. What’s even more pleasurable will be that his ability is gonna kick in in a little while. Oh, this is going to be great.
The two Digimon were still rubbing the dragon’s feet, and neither of them seem to a bit weirded out by this. In fact, they find this rather okay to do. As they concentrated on their task, Gargomon and Leomon haven’t felt any bad feelings at all. Why that is probably has something to do with what they’re doing. Calming them down, albeit unbeknownst to the two, was a rather sweet and musky scent that they’ve been breathing in the whole time they were doing this. Every single time either of them breathed in into their nostrils, their minds relax a bit more and more.
“This is so great,” Lance says in a relaxed tone as he feels the bumps on his feet get pushed out by the two Digimon. “I have to admit that having a message like this wasn’t possible until right now. But of course life tends to be full of surprises, and there’s no telling what could happen next, don’t you two agree?” They were too focused on their task at hand to listen to the dragon, as signified by their total concentrated gaze on his feet. “Hmm…huh…?” Gargomon said, still focused on the dragon’s right foot to even listen. Even when the toes move from side to side, his eyes keep track of his progress.
“Probably should take that as a yes,” Lance says teasingly, noticing the change in the gun-bunny’s demeanor and behavior. When he turned his eyes to the lion Digimon, he saw that he was also still concentrating on his left foot. That must mean that they’ve been exposed to his scent, as well as his ability. Not that he should brag about it or anything, but Lance has always been a prodigy at hypnosis and things related to it. Anyone that he’s used his hypnotic skills on have become ensnared in his trap nearly instantly, and the two Digimon that are massaging his feet are no exception.
“Tell me guys, do you feel a bit… tired all of a sudden?” the dragon teen asked Gargomon and Leomon, rather teasingly. The Digimon in question responded by drooping their eyes a bit, as well as relax their muscles. “You know, I was wondering about something you two need to hear about,” Lance says to the Digimon. “I believe it’s centered on you trying to find your way back to your world. Now why exactly would you wanna go back when there are so much stuff to experience in this world that you haven’t even known about? It would be best to simply stay here, am I right?” “S…stay… here…?” Leomon said in a somewhat relaxed tone. “Yes…we should…stay here.” No sooner had the lion man Digimon said it did his eyes become a little hazy as he stared deep into the dragon’s foot while massaging it. Another sign that he’s under his power.
“That’s right Leomon, you guys should stay here,” Lance says, placing hypnotic suggestions in his short conversation. “Don’t you also agree with what I’m saying, Gargomon? Things would be so much fun if you stay.” “So…much…fun. Want…to…stay…here,” Gargomon replies, ensnared by the very same power that had, unbeknownst to either of them, taken hold of his friend’s mind. Apparently they breathed in so much musk, that they couldn’t think straight and have become susceptible to hypnotic suggestions currently being planted into their minds. Won’t be long before the gun-bunny and his lion man companion become fully ensnared in the dragon’s power.
“Alrighty then,” Lance goes on, moving along with what he’s going to do next. “You two will get to do exactly as I say, and you will enjoy it. Your minds belong to me now, but you won’t mind any of it. In fact, you would be happy about that. You must do your best to make me happy and safe. And I will reward you with worshipping my feet. Do you understand these words?” Letting his words sink in their blank heads, the Digimon duo nod their heads in agreement to Lance’s command. The dragon then taps their noses with the middle toe of each foot three times to complete the hypnotic programming.
“Now that you see what I’m saying,” the teen said to his new slaves. “You mind telling me who you guys are as of right now?” When Leomon and Gargomon looked up and faced him, their eyes were very hazy and glazed over with the pupils a complete blur. “We are your obedient slaves, Master.” The two Digimon responded in an emotionless tone. “We will obey your every command.”
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“Mmmff…oooohhh my head,” a voice groaned out. “I really should’ve been a bit more careful on what I said. ‘Cuz I probably could get a bit hurt in some places…or worse.” The owner of the voice belonged to an imp-like Digimon that goes by the name of Impmon, which is rather obvious and somewhat redundant. He is basically a rather childish and cocky prankster that tends to annoy anyone and everyone he comes across. One of his other personality traits is his utter recklessness when it comes to fighting with other Digimon that don’t take to kindly to any of his pranks. While he may be uncaring to those that he pranks on, the one thing that he is not is a killer. Seeing somebody nearing deletion gets him frozen stiff, and he would try his best to avoid something like that from happening.
“Where in da world am I anyways,” the prankster Digimon asks to no one in particular. “Last time I checked was dat I was about ta do some big joke to somebody before gettin’ dis big headache and blackin’ out. I betta get outta here and somebody ta help me.” Impmon was about to get up when he realizes he couldn’t move. He looks to see his wrists and ankles tied to a bed. Struggling in his restraints, he deduces that the ropes are really tight so he couldn’t move an inch. It doesn’t even help the fact that he’s in an empty room, with a window providing the only available light.
Out of all the emotions swirling around inside Impmon, fear and confusion are perhaps the most obvious as they are shown on his face. Why wouldn’t they be? He gets abducted in the Digital World after getting a concussion, and wakes up to find himself bound to a bed in who knows where with a SINGLE idea as to how he even got there or who was responsible. Can things get ANY more worse than they already are?
Hearing a noise come from his right answered Impmon’s unspoken question. What sounded like footsteps got closer and closer until…they stopped before the little Virus Digimon heard somebody open the door to the room he’s in, coating his prone body with light from outside before the door shut. The brief 2 seconds was enough for the bound Digimon to get a glimpse of the outside. What he saw from the other end of the doorway was a medium-sized hall of a second-floor house, as evidenced by the stairs in the right of his vision. Overall, Impmon deduced to himself that he’s in a house. But the question on his mind now is, whose house is this?
“Wakey wakey Sleeping Beauty,” a voice called to him, catching Impmon off guard. “Whoa there, don’t have a heart attack on me. I wouldn’t want to have to use CPR on ya.” The moment he heard that, the small Virus Digimon calmed down as he looked up to see what looked to be a dragon wearing a smirk on his face looking down on him. The first thought that had come through the small Digimon’s head was that he was dealing with a Digimon, but then thought otherwise since no Digimon would look like this dragon, so he’s probably a dragonoid of some kind.
“Wha…what in da world is going on here? Where am I?” Impmon demanded as he was struggling in his restraints. Apparently the ropes have been tied extremely well, and whoever did them must be a pro at it. “My place, where else?” the dragon said in response. “Had a couple of my new friends bring you here, so that I could have a little chat with ya. It surprisingly wasn’t that hard to find you, since you do tend to leave a trail of destruction wherever you go. Kinda like leaving a trail of bread crumbs if you ask me.” Blushing in a fit of embarrassment when he heard about the aftermaths of his little “jokes,” the bound troublemaker soon regained his composure for a bit. Faint traces of that embarrassment are still etched on his face, albeit barely visible. “I was just havin’ a little fun, ‘s all!” Impmon shouted. “So why am I here anyway? And who in da world do ya mean by yar new friends?”
“These guys,” was the answer as the dragon teen pointed at another dark corner of the room. Impmon looked at nothing at first, but he then saw two shadowy figures slowly step out of the darkness and into the light. One of them was taller than the other, and both seem to look a little familiar. The Virus Digimon’s eyes widened in shock upon seeing who the figures are.
Standing there in the light were Gargomon and Leomon, with blank white eyes that, oddly and eerily enough, match their blank expressions. They were both missing their respective weapons, Leomon with his sword and Gargomon with his gatling-gun gloves. Where exactly did they go was the question on the little Digimon’s mind while seeing them missing. Another questioned going around in his head is what are they even doing here and why.
“These two came here by accident if you were wondering,” Lance said, answering the imp’s unasked question. That got said imp confused and shocked, after getting one question answered. “They had the exact type of confusion that you have right now.” The dragon teen continued as he gestured the two champions over to him, while they walked robotically to the foot of the bed and stood there like frozen statues like before. “I heard Gargomon say that he was gonna pump you full of lead. But after a wee, little chat, he changed his mind about it.”
Leomon and Gargomon bent down on their knees, getting a full view of Impmon’s bound and helpless feet. “Wh-wha’ are dey doing?” Impmon stammers out in fear. “Oh they’re just gonna give your feet a little loving.” Lance says to him casually. “There’s absolutely nothing to worry about.” The Virus Digimon looked to the dragon teen in shock after hearing that. But what came next made him yelp, before trying to hold his sudden giggling back. He turned his head to see a rather freaky sight.
The two champion Digimon were sticking out their tongues, and bought them up against his feet. They then started licking his feet rather slowly. Seeing this motivated Impmon to try to break free from his tight bonds. But no matter how hard he tried to break free, it would’ve been rather pointless. Even if he somehow managed to get out of his ropes, where exactly would he go from there? He would still be trapped inside this house, with not only a weird dragon anthro, but also with two other Digimon that happen to a level higher than him and STRONGER than him, that looked to be hypnotized or something.
“Seems to me that somebody is about to crack.” Lance remarks, after seeing Impmon’s attempt at holding in his chuckles after a few minutes had passed. “I wonder how long it’ll take before you let it all out? Hopefully not very long.” The dragon teen grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, waiting for things to get a bit more interesting.
As Gargomon and Leomon continued dragging their tongues up and down on the little Digimon’s feet, Impmon is still struggling to not laugh. Of course this tends to be a losing battle, as his cheeks are turning bright red from holding it in for as long as he had up to this point. Knowing what’s going to happen, the prankster is about to lose it. And lose it, he does.
“Gahahahahahahahahahaha! Ahaha! Hahahahahahahaha!” Impmon is laughing like a lunatic as he squirms in his position. He should’ve expected something like this to happen to him, but not right away. One of the questions going through his head as he’s laughing his butt off was that how did his captor know that he was extremely ticklish, and that his feet tend to be his most ticklish spot? That was supposed to be a deeply guarded secret no one should know about.
“Stahahahahahahahap! Plehehehehehehehease! I’m behehehehehehehehegging ya!” the prankster pleaded. His dragon captor smiled and shook his head in response to his plea. Only thing it did was provide more motivation for the entranced Digimon to pick up the pace in their licking. Which of course made him laugh even harder.
“Afraid I can’t do that, pallie.” responded the dragon teen as he continued to watch the spectacle happening in front of him. “That would end the fun too early. Also this is going to help teach you a lesson in pranking others and how someone could get really hurt in them. Your type of humor tends to be rather…destructive at best according to what my new friends have told me. I’m here to help take it down a notch.”
“Plehehehehehehehease! I don’t wanna gohohohohoho through mohohohohohohohore of thihihihihihis! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!” Impmon blurted out during the tickle assault on his squirming feet. He tried clenching his toes in when the arches were selected to be brushed and coated, but it didn’t seem to work the way he’d hoped. The tongues penetrated inside his toes and went under and between them.
“Try begging all you like, it’s not gonna change your predicament pal.” his captor says as he plants his scaly feet onto the mischief maker’s face while he’s still laughing his butt off to tears. “Mmmfff! MMMFFF!!” Impmon struggled to get his head free from the pair of feet that were smothering him. Just when things couldn’t get any more freaky, the Virus Digimon has to endure not only having his feet getting relentlessly licked clean but also sweaty dragon feet cutting up his breathing.
‘Can’t…breathe…can’t…move,’ Impmon is thinking as he’s struggling. Trying to hold to his consciousness for a little ‘til at least somebody comes and rescues him from this nightmare. But the more he breathed in the sweat and musk emitting from the reptilian feet, the more oxygen he was losing to his head increasing the possibility of him passing out. He was fighting a losing in case he’d forgotten.
What the prankster Digimon know was that some unusual effect is occurring to him. He seems to be having trouble thinking straight due to being relentlessly tickled as well as breathing more of the sweat from the feet on his face cutting off his oxygen. Combination of both seem to make his head all blurry.
As time ticked on, being stamped on the face while his are getting coated in saliva, Impmon’s mind is getting more and more clouded as he’s started to forget bits and bits of his life. How and why this is happening was one question that was without a reasonable answer that the Rookie level knows of. Minutes passed before suddenly not feeling tongues brushing all over his feet anymore, meaning that Gargomon and Leomon have stopped. It immediately got him a little worried and relieved at the same time since only one of his predicament is over.
That feeling quickly got blurry, along with a decent amount of his memories when he STILL continued to breathe in the sweat and musk. He couldn’t remember his attack moves, his early days, or where he came from. Before he knew what happened next, Impmon started to black out for a few seconds before waking up only to end up having more of his memories lost in the mental fog currently getting bigger. ‘I have…to…hold on…’ the Evil-type Digimon thought in his prone position. ‘Must…hold…on…must…hold…on…’ Those thoughts eventually changed from trying to hold on to his dwindling sanity to those of obedience to his dragon captor and blissful images of feet. Said feet belong to males, respectively.
Too exhausted from the tickling he endured earlier, the Rookie level Digimon embraced his reprogramming and licked the sweat off the feet covering his face. Lance sighed in content with the special treatment his feet were receiving. It truly does feel great to have another friends as well as mindless slave to do what he says. Especially now that he’s finally taught the mischief maker a lesson he would probably never forget.
The two champion level Digimon in the room stood up from their kneeling positions, and stood as still as statues once more. Blank white eyes still gaze on towards nothing. Minds still blank slates aside from the reprogramming done to them by Lance, their master.
15 minutes have passed rather quickly for Lance before deciding he’s had enough pleasure. The young dragon teen looked down underneath his feet to check on the prankster Digimon. To his satisfaction, Impmon was still trying to lick the feet out of his reach. Eyes that, once filled with mischief and cockyness, have now become blank white with no expression. It signifies that he has all of his memories erased, and has now become a blank slate for the teen to use.
Lance has so gotten rid of his boredom by now. With the three Digimon he has under his hypnotic sway, there’s no doubt that he’ll be occupied for about a few months. Rather fun few months.
