Art by an artist that now prefers to be anonymous.

Reddy belongs to  ALEXY369

Roy belongs to me

Story by me

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It was funny how life worked, sometimes. Reddy stood 6’6 tall, a beast of a (aptly named) red wolf, with rippling muscles and big limbs. Whoever saw the canine would quickly assume he was some sort of muscle for a higher force, either the royal guards, or some bandit group. Maybe he could even work as a blacksmith, as that build wouldn’t be out of place on the forges. His rugged looks didn’t help either; Reddy would constantly be wearing only ragged green pants, with no shirt or shoes, giving him an almost primal appearance. Many people assumed him to be a brute and steered clear of the canine.

But the truth was, Reddy was none of that. The wolf was a simple farmer, who simply eschewed full outfits, and maintained his form by a strict regimen, involving plenty of meat and exercise. He was also not at all dangerous, as Reddy wouldn’t hurt a fly, and was quite amiable and nice to anyone, if not a bit cocky and, well, stupid. However, the canine had a secret; when he couldn’t find enough money from his produce sales to buy meat, he would steal the food from wherever he could. The wolf had been doing this for a few years now, and nobody had noticed some ounces of flesh missing here or there yet; Reddy was surprisingly stealthy despite his large frame. He mostly targeted larger farms in his vicinity, or butchers when he would go into town.

But one day, everything changed, as Reddy would make what was possibly the worst decision of his life, one that would cost him dearly. The usually small and forgotten village was far from most main roads, and therefore rarely got any visitors. So the wolf knew it was a special day when, arriving at the town center, he found the population buzzing. Apparently a merchant caravan had set up shop that morning, and this one seemed to be bigger than the few convoys who had visited the quiet village. As Reddy got closer, he noticed that, despite the number of vehicles and merchandise, there seemed to be only one person that they belonged to; a towering polar bear, draped in various different colored satin clothes, with a comical amount of jewelry on his hands and arms. The wolf wondered how the bear hadn’t been robbed yet. Eventually, he notices the man is barefoot, much like himself, and is wearing a funny looking hat; red cloth with a fluffy white ball at the top, and a brim of the same fluffy material. Reddy had never seen an article of clothing like that, and it looked very out of place with the rest of the polar’s outfit.

The wolf then took a look at the convoy’s content, and his jaw nearly dropped. There were so many things the canine had never seen in his life: all sorts of clothes, jewelry and accessories, some weapons that looked straight out of a forge, a huge variety of vegetables… and what Reddy’s eyes fell on: a car full of the tastiest looking meat the wolf had ever seen. There were fresh ones, curated and salted ones, all kinds of cuts from all sorts of animals one could think of. It was like a kid finding the world’s largest candy store, and the canine almost drooled as he gawked at the produce. Despite the crowd around the caravan, however, only a few people stepped forward to ask for the prices, and even fewer actually bought anything; the merch was as expensive as it looked, and the village was too small for anyone to have enough money for it. Reddy nearly fell when he heard a villager ask for the price of a veal cut, as it cost more than he made in 6 months. But the wolf also heard something interesting: the polar was staying until the morrow.

If he was smart, Reddy would have noticed that at some point the bear merchant was intensely eyeing him. If he was even smarter, the canine would’ve questioned why a caravan like this had stopped at a town which could obviously not afford its products, or why there was only one person guarding it. Unfortunately, however, the wolf was only smart enough to know the only way he could get his hands on that meat was if he stole it under the darkness of the night. And so, after returning to his farm later that day, he prepares to sneak in where the convoy is parked. The village was quiet at night, with few people walking, so when the sun goes down, Reddy makes his way to it again. To his surprise, the bear was nowhere to be seen; in fact, there was nobody anywhere around the vehicles, and they were seemingly defenseless. Ignoring this redder-than-his-fur flag, the wolf heads for the meat car and grabs a nice cut of lamb, before quickly running away from the scene.

Or at least he would have. As soon as Reddy stepped out of the vicinity, the ground beneath him began to feel funny, and when he looked down, he saw a large glowing circle with runes surrounding him. Before he could even react, the floor disappeared, and the canine fell into the void, his screams quickly cut off as the hole closed when his body had passed through it. Reddy fell for what felt like minutes, still holding the piece of meat he stole. It was like he was falling into an endless chasm, completely dark. The wolf eventually stopped screaming, and would let go of the piece of meat. As soon as he did that, Reddy stopped mid-air, as the meat turned into dust and disappeared. Before the canine could even process what he saw, something knocked him out cold.

When he woke up, Reddy’s eyes took some time to adjust to the environment he was now in. The first thing he could feel was the fact that he was laying on some sort of cushioned table or bed, ironically far more comfortable than his own. As he tried to move his body, the man realized he was bound to the surface of it by strong, cold iron cuffs. Despite his physique, Reddy was unable to even get them to creak when using his strength to pull the cuffs. They bound the wolf by the wrists and ankles, though differently: his wrists were cuffed separately, his arms perpendicular to his body, while his ankles were bound together by the same, larger cuff. And then, Reddy’s eyes finally adjusted and he could see where he was. But that didn’t help at all.

The canine was in some sort of dark room, or, more specifically, a room whose walls, ceiling and floor were made of some sort of polished black stone, the likes of which he had never seen. They looked otherworldly, in fact. Despite this, some light still illuminated the place, coming from some… objects imbedded the wall. They were white, rectangular and glass-like, and had some sort of info on them; colored shapes, numbers and writing that Reddy just couldn’t decipher, except for the couple of times he saw his own name written there. But what was the strangest thing was that the canine couldn’t fathom how those things were lighting the room: the only logical thing was if they had a candle behind them… but that was obviously not the case; a candle flame swayed and was inconsistent, and the light from these things was unmoving, constant, like sunlight.

Reddy gulped and sweated; this entire room felt wrong, like he didn’t belong here. It deeply unsettled the wolf and he strained even further to free himself from the cuffs, to no avail. He also eventually realizes his battered pants were removed, leaving him only in underwear. Soon, enough, he could hear someone walking in, and quickly looked at their direction. The canine was not surprised to see that it was the polar bear merchant, but he was surprised that the man… was almost entirely naked. The last time Reddy saw the bear, he was wearing so many garments that the wolf thought he would get a heat stroke. But as the merchant stood, he was only wearing white underwear that blended with his fur.

“Hello there, mr. Reddy.” The man said, a toothy smile in his face. His voice was much more high-pitched than one would expect for a creature of his size, but was still highly unnerving nonetheless. He approaches the bound wolf, who struggles even more to get rid of his binds. “Hello? How about you tell me what the hell is going on? You got some nerve capturing a law-abiding citizen like me!” Reddy retorts angrily. “Law-abiding huh? Guess stealing merchandise is coded into the constitution now.” The canine gulps. “Y-you saw that? H-how?” Reddy could swear he sniffed the perimeter and found no sign of anybody. He would certainly have known the merchant was there. “I didn’t see anything. But the spell I put around the merch certainly did. And when you left without paying, it opened a portal that transported you here.”

“A wizard?” The wolf thought. There was just no way this random merchant had magic. There was only a few dozen magical users around, and they were all either working for the kingdom or in monasteries. Certainly not any who were kidnapping random peasants… unless this one was a rogue one. Before he could even think further, Reddy’s thoughts were interrupted. “In a way, I guess. I called it a spell, because it’s the word you’ll probably understand better. I highly doubt you’d understand the involutions of the mechanism. Your world hasn’t yet figured out how to build a nanobot alarm chip or the electromagnetic field circle that trips it. Or the transporter that locks in where the signal was sent and opens a wormhole beneath them. Or…”

As the bear kept on going, Reddy’s brain went into panic mode. He understood the merchant, but he didn’t comprehend what he was saying. Those made up words sounded insane, and the man mentioned “your world”, as if he wasn’t from here… while that would sound crazy in any other circumstance, the place the wolf was locked certainly didn’t look like it could even exist in this world. He wasn’t the brightest canine, but Reddy knew something was deeply wrong here. His body begins to shake as he realizes the bear has stopped talking. The wolf looks at the other man in the eye. “W-who are you? Where am I? And where is that light coming from?” Reddy points with his head at the shining screens.

The merchant smirks. “Roy. You’re in one of the chambers of my lab, back in the world I came from. And that…” the polar turns around to look at the object. “is a monitor, currently displaying all your stats. Soon enough, it’ll have even more info in it.” He says, smiling, before looking back at the wolf, whose face was a hilarious combination of confusion and fear. “Alright, let’s get going with it. I hate chit-chatting when I can be having so much fun.” Roy says, dragging a chair and sitting on it, now facing the bound wolf’s feet. “F-fun? What are you talking about? Let me go now! I demand a fair trial at least!” Reddy yells. Roy only chuckles at that. “You ain’t in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. There’s no fair trials or duels. You’re mine now, like all the other dumbasses who tried to steal from me.” The polar says with a chilling smile. “Kansas? What? Let me go now, you absolute lunatic or you’ll- YEEP!”

The bear had done something Reddy never thought he would do. Of all the things that the wolf could imagine a fiend like the merchant, or whatever he really was, would do to the people who had stolen from him… swiping his index claw at his canine soles was definitely not on them. Reddy covers the paw that was clawed with the other, as he couldn’t just move them away because of the godsforsaken cuffs. “Wh-what was that?! Don’t touch my feet! You weirdo!” He pathetically stuttered. The wolf had never felt more helpless than he did now, yet he still had his pride to not take whatever this weird bear felt like doing to him. “Oh, why’s that? You wouldn’t happen to have… sensitive paws, would you, Reddy?” Roy says gleefully.

“Huh? What kind of question even is that?” The canine retorts as he becomes baffled by the situation, but as it weighs in on him what the polar might have in store, Reddy starts to sweat. Despite his bulky, Herculean stature, the red wolf was hilariously, awfully sensitive. He already was so ever since he was a young man, but, as Reddy aged, the canine somehow became even more tender. If that really was what the bear wanted to do with him, the wolf was afraid he would not be able to take it… and, for the second time, his line of thought gets rudely interrupted as he feels his toes being touched. “What are you doing?” The wolf raises his head but is unable to see what his captor is up to.

“Oh, me? Just making sure those digits are properly tied up. Can’t believe I forgot to do that before.” Reddy growls, and tries to resist by scrunching his toes to stop the bear from binding them, but Roy simply pulls them back without even straining. His strength made the poor wolf wince. With the digits now vulnerable, the polar uses some twine built into the ankle cuff to tie the canine’s toes, stopping them from scrunching and the paws from moving. “Well, now we can properly start, don’t you think?” “F-fuck you! I’ll get free and gee-hee hee hee!” An embarrassingly high pitched giggling started pouring out of Reddy’s maw, as the sensation of Roy scratching the canine soles with his well-groomed claws hits his brain. The way the ursine moved his fingers, wiggling them all over, from heel to toes, was driving the wolf insane, as he started to strain in the table.

“Stohohohohohohop! Whahahahat dohohoho you wahahahant?!” Reddy tried to ask between giggles, as the bear started to scratch his meaty paw pads. They made up a sizable portion of his soles, and, despite the farmer going barefoot all day, were soft and silky, as Roy found. “I already got what I want, dear Reddy. A sensitive, big hunk of a man for me to play as I want.” His eyes went wild. This bear really was a pervert… and a part of him was actually flattered to be lauded like that, if only it wasn’t under these circumstances. Then Reddy’s laughter raised in pitch as he feels Roy start to scratch between his toes. The skin there was untouched and so much more tender than the rest of the soles. And, as the wolf discovered, more sensitive too.

Roy was almost drooling. Reddy had the biggest feet of any man he had captured from that world, and was almost definitely one of the most sensitive too. He was already losing it and the bear was only losing his claws. After some 20 minutes of gliding them in those soles, Roy stops, lowering his head until he’s at eye level with the wolf’s soles. Despite barely having done much, the fur there was already rather damp with sweat. He hungrily massages his thumbs on the paws, feeling their muscular and soft texture, especially when getting to the pads. Reddy visibly winces during this. “A-are you really only going to tickle me? Is that why you kidnapped me?” he asks. “In a way, you did this to yourself by stealing my product. It’s only the consequence of that act. As for the ‘only’… it seems like this alone is getting to you pretty badly. But don’t worry, we’ll add new treatments later.” Roy responds with a terrifying glee.

The wolf lays his head on the cushioned table defeatedly, when he begins to feel a substance being rubbed on his paws. “H-huh? What the fuck is that?” he yells. “Oh this? Just some massage oil, no biggie. I guarantee it’ll make the next step much more fun.” The polar ominously says. The substance is a clear, viscous liquid, which adheres to the canine’s soles and leaves them glistening. At the same time, from the corner of his eye, Reddy sees that the info displayed in the “monitor” or whatever that thing was had changed. He gulps when he sees an image of his soles in it, colored differently. If the wolf was a bit smarter or could read the other info displayed, he would’ve realized it was a scan of the sensitivity of his feet. But that didn’t matter, for now all he could do was reluctantly enjoy the oil being rubbed on his feet. Reddy would never admit it out loud, but the bear’s firm hands were actually good at what they were doing.

The wolf nearly falls asleep, before being rudely woken up by the feeling of something else touching his soles. He immediately raises his head and sees that Roy is holding what looks to be a hairbrush on his hand. “No!” “Heh, did you really think the oil was just a pleasantry? It was just a little preparation for the next step… I like to call it ‘the Scrubbening’.” “You, you, you godsdamned bas-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” All it takes for the big muscular canine to lose his composure is for the polar to start moving the brush. The bristles, hair-like, start to glide frictionless on Reddy’s soles. They travel up and down, tickling his heels, arches, and meaty pads, and when they get to the toes, Roy makes sure to move the tool side to side so the bristles will target the toe gaps, now unprotected thanks to the toe ties.

Reddy was in desperation. He flailed around, trying to get rid of his cuffs, which just wouldn’t bulge. The minutes passed, and yet the wolf made no progress, only managing to tire himself further. His voice got coarser from how much he was laughing, especially when the malevolent ursine brought in another hairbrush to target both paws at the same time. His sweat covered fur is but a sign of how long he’s been straining to no avail. Poor Reddy can’t even articulate words anymore. At some point, he again looks at the monitor, and sees numbers are now showing, and rhythmically increasing. If his mind wasn’t occupied processing the infernal brushes gliding on his feet, the wolf might have realized it was the time he had spent being tickled by Roy: an hour and four minutes.
“You know, I was initially planning on selling you like I did to all the others… but I think I’ll keep you all to myself. These are too good to let go.” The bear says, though he’s not sure Reddy even heard him. He eyes the suffering soles, and gives them a lick from heel to toes, before going back to pampering his new item with the brushes. “Those are priceless, I would know.”