Traptober 3/4 - The Box (Patreon)

It's easy to let things get ahead of you in the heat of the moment, and it's even easier to forget that the person who locked you in a ticklish puzzle-maze probably doesn't have the best intentions when they write "PAWS GO IN HERE" on the ground next to a mysterious box. But it looks so inviting and soft-! How else will you get the key-?!

And now you're stuck. Common sense, not so common, it seems. Wiggle your toes, maybe that'll help...? Oh- wait, what's that sound, maybe it's working...?

Oh-

oh, no, it's not working, it's-

Fluffy rollers inside the box begin mercilessly scrubbing your arches, clamouring to cover your feet with their soft, whirring bristles. It tickles like crazy, like hundreds of luscious feathers running along your skin and setting every nerve alight-! Go ahead, try to wriggle, maybe if you can lift the box up and drop it again it'll break-?!

Nope, too heavy: all you can do is enjoy the ticklish sensations in your new personal cage. You tilt your head up, helplessly laughing and-

Oh, of course. The key is taped to the ceiling.

If you'd looked before you leapt, you'd have seen it, and been able to climb up to reach it via the boxes scattered around the room, but with this metal torture device around your ankles there's no way you could make that athletics check. Did you just doom yourself?

No, what's that? A code input panel on top of the box-! There must be a code somewhere, but where?!

...Metal fingers begin to scratch and drum rhythmically against the delicate stems of your toes. It's difficult to focus with the plush rollers laving at your feet, but it's definitely a pattern...

... Ah, fuck.