You walk into the first room an see (an anthropomorphic) Simba from the Lion King restrained and exposed. He was clad in nothing more than a pair of jeans with tighty whities underneath, shown by the white waistband and fabric of his underwear sticking out of his pants a little. His body looked rather muscular, with his refined biceps, chest, and abs all rather blatant beneath his thin veil of fur.
Befitting a king, he was tied up in what seemed like a lavish throne. It was colored gold, with velvet cushions on the back and seat, with a footrest in front of it colored the same. It would look quite comfortable if he were allowed to sit in it of his own will. Unfortunately for him, the struggling against his bindings told you he hardly chose this situation. His arms were locked in handcuffs held high above his head, and his paws were held by cuffs attached to the footrest before him. No matter how hard he tried, his struggling did next to nothing. The ropes and chains around his wrists were pulled taut, and the ottoman was bolted to the floor. Any attempts to roar or yell were silenced by a piece of cloth tied in his mouth.
You slowly approach and his attention turns to you. You can't quite tell if the look in his eyes is threatening or pleading with you. You arrive within arm's reach and he covers one paw with another, really the closest thing to protecting himself he could do. On the side of the throne, you see several tickle tools fit for a king. A couple quills made from peacock feathers, a clawed gauntlet like something a knight would use, a brush of incredibly soft fur and a bottle of sensitivity enhancing oil from the best brand on the market.
With so many options, you turn back to the king and wonder what to do. First you have to decide where to tickle the poor kitten. You swipe a claw across his underarm and he giggles like a cub. A brush of his own tail over his tummy sends him laughing for a couple seconds even after you stop. And a little pinch on his paws yields but a small whimper, but from the look in his eyes, he just went mad for a moment before regaining himself.
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