Bryan's world had melted into a soft, luxurious sunset of fluff.
"Silly boy!" cooed the bright-eyed fleece sprite who'd lured him down here, her shimmering snow-white hair like a glowing halo behind her head. She smirked as she held him down with naught but a
fingertip
on his bare chest. A fingertip clad in a fluffy white woolen glove, the mere touch from which made him want to whimper. "You jumped right down here! I didn't even have to
ask!
"
"N-No!" Bryan protested, squirming as the sheepgirls giggled down at his struggling frame. He felt so weak as he kept breathing in their scent, the scent of the corrupted forest around him. This was bad. This was very bad. "I-I didn't—" He nearly squeaked as he felt dainty silken gloves slipping under his trousers to pull away his boots. Two of the sprites, a nearly identical pair of brunettes, beamed up at him... then exchanged sly smirks. "Stop!"
The two sprites just giggled again. "Silly
boy
!" they sang in tandem. "Boys mustn't be wearing these boring old boots in the Fleece Den!"
"Oh, no, of course not," agreed a redhead to his left. Bryan's heart fluttered as he felt one of the sprites' tickling fluffy-gloved fingers guide his head back down into the bed of unbearably ticklish pink fluffy wool he'd fallen in.
Unwillingly, he found himself staring up at the redhead's bosom.
He didn't mean to. It was just... they were right above him. And her breasts were so big and bouncy, so fluffy in what looked like a tight-fitting white sweater that bared her midriff and only barely contained her chest. His eyes widened, watching them bouncing closer.
She winked down at him. "Where's the fun in being
overdressed
? We mustn't have
that
in the Fleece Den!"
Her hands smooshed her cleavage together as her gloved fingers traced over the fluffy material, then released her tits to bounce and jiggle above him enticingly.
Bryan whimpered. "But... but you're..." His words left him briefly as the redhead gave her tits another playful, indulgent
squeeze
.
They
were all fully-clothed. Or at least, they seemed to be. It was hard to tell with their wool, but at the very least, they all wore fluffy crop tops and very fluffy short shorts, as well as stockings, gloves and mittens. Some wore elegant nightgowns, some wore sweaters, some wore extravagant dresses. But they were all fully-clothed. He swallowed, watching the breasts squish and jiggle.
And here he was, shirtless and... and...
He whimpered and kicked futilely as he felt them pulling away his socks next. They were merciless. His embarrassment was unbearable as he heard the twins cooing over his feet... but that wasn't why he struggled.
His feet were
ticklish
.
And every ounce of Bryan's will as a hardened bounty hunter, a seasoned adventurer, warned him that they would never let him endure if they heard him let out even one little giggle. He had to pray the sprite who'd lured him would forget to tell them...
"That's right," the redhead cooed, bouncing her breasts to a slow, steady rhythm, "ust watch Calliste's pretty boobies like a good boy!
Suuuch
a silly boy, trying to think about things other than boobies. Boys like boobies!"
Bounce-bounce-bounce. Bryan's heart quickened. "No," he gasped. "I... I..." But all the insults and bitter curses he knew seemed to leave him as he watched the tits' gentle motion.
"No?" purred a new voice. Bryan couldn't quite tear his gaze away—not with Calliste's breasts so... so soft, so glimmery, so pearlescent and easy to watch squish and bounce and... and...
He couldn't tear his gaze away, but out of the corner of his eye, Bryan saw a fleece sprite clad in a beautiful, almost unbearably, saccharinely, sugar-drippingly
girly
pink ballgown lean over him, resting on the balls of her hands. Her eyes were bright and eager, her lips pouty and hot pink—as pink as her dress, as pink as her flowing wavy hair, as pink as her fluffy pink mittens.
"You mean," she asked, her voice as wispy and delicate as pink cotton candy, "you
don't
like boobies?"
"I-I—I..." Bryan's brain stuttered and stopped for a moment. He was too concentrated on not giggling, not kicking too wildly as the sprites pulled his socks off and his sensitive toes touched open air, not breathing in too much of the intoxicating pheromones and perfumes hanging around him, not drooling and staring too stupidly at the bouncing breasts... to fully put his words together.
"You don't like her breasts?" the pink-haired sprite cooed, not concealing her smug grin. "Then my
goodness
, why are you staring at them like a silly little boytoy?"
Bryan gasped unwillingly as his socks were pulled off and, ever-so-briefly, silky fingertips grazed across his soles. More pink fog entered his mind as he breathed in sweet perfume, and he realized that this new sprite smelled even sweeter than the rest. His heart raced in panic. Oh, gods, he was getting so
woozy
—so...
sensitive
...
"Don't be mean, Adeline," Calliste said, her smile radiant as she kept bouncing. "It's
soooo
hard to look away from my boobies! Especially for a cutie like this! Aww, Vestere, look at him squirm!"
"
Right
?" Vestere—the one who'd lured him here in the first place—smirked down at him as the twins went for his gloves.
"I-I'm not—" Bryan tried and failed to clench his fists hard enough to keep himself from being further disrobed. His cheeks burned in shame. He'd gone from fully armed and ready for combat to—to—
His heart started to race as he felt those delicate fingers toying with his belt buckle.
"Ooh, and you know
why
he's squirming, too, right?" Vestere shot him a sly look through bedroom eyes. His eyes widened in panic. "I bet he wants me to
tell you
~"
"N-No!" Bryan cried, flustered at how weak his voice suddenly sounded to him, how desperately his voice cracked on the word. "Don't!"
"Ooh, tell me, Vestere!" Adeline's eyes lit up in excitement. She grinned down at Bryan's struggling frame. One of her hands caressed his bare chest, and Bryan had to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out—her gloves were
unspeakably
fluffy and soft, like masses of downy feathers. Half-immersed in the feathery wool, it was almost more than he could bear. "Tell me! Tell me!"
"D-Don't—" Bryan thrashed as the twins started tugging his trousers down.
No!
He couldn't allow these mere
girls
to render him so close to totally naked—but he couldn't even look away from Calliste's jiggling tits long enough to think straight—
"Oh, it's nothing
special
." Vestere's eyes glimmered evilly. She was relishing Bryan's panic, relishing the torturous few seconds as the other sprites waited eagerly. "He's such a cute thing, maybe I shouldn't be
mean
to him~"
The twins cooed in delight, and Bryan realized in humiliation that they had just seen his slightly tented undergarments. Vestere and Calliste both glanced down, and as one, they grinned ear-to-ear down at him. Bryan gulped, desperately trying to hold in his cries as the twins' fingers brushed over his hardness and his cock twitched needily, desperate to be released—and plunged into a more solid sheathe.
But Adeline was relentless. She was watching his eyes, beaming at his reddening face, her own eyes shining as if she knew
exactly
what he was struggling to contain. "Tell me now!" she demanded, her tone ringing with bratty entitlement. "
Tell
me!"
She almost seemed to be asking
him
, which made Bryan's heart race in confusion. As—as if he'd ever tell her anything!
"Well..." Vestere giggled, reaching down to caress his cheek, her fluffy fingertips brushing down towards his neck. "
This
silly boy... has a certain
loooove
..."
"N-No!" he cried, squirming, feeling every hair on his body stand on edge, tearing his gaze from the bouncing breasts to look frantically for an exit—but seeing only rosy-pink fluff and pretty girls in beautiful dresses, seeing only Adeline's expectant pout, Calliste's increasingly delighted smile— "D-Don't—I—I'm
not
—"
The fingers grazed daintily down his neck to where it met his shoulder, and Bryan couldn't help it any longer.
He flinched, trying to tilt his head to protect his sensitive neck... and let out a helpless little giggle.
A chorus of giggles echoed his, and instantly he knew his mistake.
"... for
tickling
!" Vestere sang.
Bryan went stiff as a board. His heart started pounding with panic.
"
Oh my gosh! Oh my goodness!"
Adeline's eyes shone like twin pink moons. "
Really
?" She leaned down over him, her lips parted in pure excitement. "Is that
sooooo
?"
"I-I—" He tried to force his breaths to come slower, desperate to avoid breathing in any more of her thick, sweet perfume than he had to. "No, it's—it's not—"
Adeline's fluffy glove descended to tickle under his chin., and he couldn't help but flinch and cry out.
"Oh,
my
!" Calliste cooed, pausing in her bouncing. She put her finger to her lips, eyes wide with sudden excitement. "You barely
touched
him!"
"I know!" Vestere grinned down at Bryan. Bryan squirmed. "He's, like...
suuuch
a ticklish boy!"
"Wow," the twins exclaimed, and Bryan gasped and felt his mind spinning with more sweet perfume as their fingers glided along his thighs, "what a little tickletoy!"
"N-no!" he panted, thrashing in vain. His cheeks burned in humiliation. His struggles only seemed to make him sink deeper and deeper into the silken fluffy fibers around him, but he couldn't stop.
Why couldn't he get away? He
knew
he was stronger than them, but these curvy temptresses seemed to have no difficulty handling him with their mere fingertips. It was almost as humiliating as the treatment itself—the way these mere
girls
were able to hold him down, subdue his struggles, keep him beneath them and fully at the mercy of their delicate touches...
It didn't help, he thought, gulping, that he couldn't seem to muster his full strength. Was... was it their perfume? Every breath he took in seemed to make his head sink deeper into the wooly fog. Every breath he took in made his senses tingle. Was the perfume... weakening him somehow?
Or... was he not even really trying to escape?
He bit his lip. It had to be the first one.
Just
