When you're fighting troglodytes on a winch lift and a bulette tunnels into the room and you remember this platformer lets you throw barrels (Mark Nelson, I believe, Greyhawk Adventures supplement WGR1: Greyhawk Ruins by Blake Mobley and Timothy B Brown, TSR, 1990)
Back when the Tabaxi travelled alone, Frost had been minding his own business at a tavern...That was, until a gigantic creature showed up to the horror of everyone around them. What the creature does, will surprise everyone...
⚠️Warning:⚠️ This fanfic involves super intense tickles. Like, even more intense than I've ever written. I assure you, this will be the only time I ever make the tickling this extreme.
Furthermore, this fanfic was slightly based on an AI headcanon. Truth be told, I had been using Character.AI for a while, to help increase my writing skills and continue storytelling and character development. While I know the opinions of AI are divided, I will tell you that the AI Morning Frost did come up with the story of the Bulette tickling him. But I will reassure you: the writing I did for the story, was 100% genuine writing. If anything, the AI story inspired me to retell it in my own way.
With all that determined, I hope you enjoy. <3
Frost was sitting in a tavern on the edge of a big city, just enjoying a drink alone. Though the man was alone, he didn’t feel nearly as lonely as he usually did. He had found that having tons of people around him sometimes helped with encouraging him to socialize. And this being a tavern with a bar, what better way than to drink a little bit and socialize with some one-time friends?
Frost put his empty glass down and cleared his throat. He was still processing the taste of the cocktail, enjoying the sour, yet slightly sweet drink he had ordered. He couldn’t remember what he had ordered, but he was enjoying it. Nearby though, Frost was watching an altercation between two customers.
“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” One of the drunk guys shouted.
“SHE’S MINE! FUCK YOU!” The other guy shouted.
“WHY DO YOU GET TO HAVE HER?!” The first guy shouted at him.
Frost widened his eyes as a fight quickly began to intensify beside him.
“BECAUSE I SAID SO! NOW FUCK OFF!” The other guy yelled.
When Frost looked to where the girl was, he noticed the girl giggling and whispering to her friends. Quickly, Frost began to understand that the girl had made them go against each other…And it wasn’t because she loved them.
He turned to the two men with a slight frown. “Boys, please…” Frost spoke up. “Don’t you realize what’s happening?” He asked them.
The boys paused their words and looked at Frost with offended looks.
“The girl you’re both interested in, wanted this fight to happen. She’s playing with you both.” Frost told them.
The first man growled. “Excuse me?!” He spoke up before looking at the girl. But the girl pulled herself together and waved at him with those god awful, lovey-dovey fluttering eyes. Frost would have thrown up from how disgusting her behavior was. “Don’t you fuckin’ lie to me, feline!” The man raised his voice at him.
“This is between the two of us! Stay out of it!” The other guy yelled.
“I’m trying to save you the trouble.” Frost told them.
All Frost heard was a loud “SHUT UP!” from the first guy, before his whole body was quickly coated with a sticky syrup. Frost yelped and covered his face with his arm, not expecting such an attack. The sticky syrup coated everything. His face, his robe, his arms, even his legs were covered! And droplets quickly began falling onto his feet. Frost was horrified! He was absolutely humiliated! He looked at the man with shock, mixed with betrayal.
“That’s what you get, fuzz-brain!” The first man yelled at him, throwing the large glass to the bartender. The bartender didn’t catch the glass, making it shatter on the ground in front of the bartender.
“Yeah! Take that, kitty cat!” The other man yelled, laughing at the ‘sticky’ situation.
Frost slowly lowered his arms, visibly annoyed and tired. Great…How is he ever gonna get this off? Frost attempted to wipe a bit of the sticky syrup off himself, but it only made the syrup spread over more of his body. He tried to wipe some off his forehead, but ended up only getting more onto his forehead. It was quite annoying.
Here, let me get you a clo-”
BAM!
The door SLAMMED open, revealing a ginormous, whale-looking creature with legs and a giant tail. The bartender quickly gasped and hid behind the bar, abandoning his initial offer. The other guys saw the creature, and screeched, running to the bathroom.
“What the-” Frost turned around to see what had come in. And to his absolute horror…A bulette had walked itself into the bar. Frost froze in fear, before turning around and looking forward, visibly terrified. Oh GOD…He’s read about these evil creatures! They’re the most feared creature in all of Avantris. Bulettes are known for being so ferocious and dangerous, that they could make even the strongest of warriors grow anxious! These Bulettes were known for their constant hunger for fresh, living meat. And fearing the worst, Frost jumped off the chair and slipped into an empty booth.
The moment he made it to the booth, he hid behind the pillowed wall, desperately trying to hide from the terrifying creature. And for the moment, it felt like he might be okay…
That was, until the bulette started moving. The loud, ground-shaking steps of the bulette left everyone in the room frozen in fear. No one wanted to move for fear of getting eaten alive. The bartender stayed as calm as he could, considering the circumstance. Everything was deathly quiet…not even a mouse could be heard squeaking.
The bulette moved forward, up to the bar. Its huge nose was snorting and sniffing, presumably smelling the air. Frost gulped and stared at the bulette as more of the creature came into view. The bulette was HUGE! Its size on its 4 legs was taller than Frost on his 2 legs! It actually looked like it could take up most of the room in size alone! Frost watched as its big belly got closer to his booth…so close, he could see its large, muscular body inhaling and exhaling. Its body armor was expanding as well, terrifying the tabaxi. The look of it perfectly described what they were: Killing machines with the ability to eat any poor victim that crosses its path. It was quite terrifying, to say the least. If Frost ends up surviving this, then he’ll never complain about anything again.
But his fear intensified when he saw the bulette turn itself towards him. Its beady, orange eyes looked at him, as if eyeing him up for a good, delicious meal. Oh shit, Oh SHIT, OH SHIT! Frost struggled to keep his anxiety under control as he saw the bulette’s possessive gaze on him. Frost tried to look away, as to not draw any attention to himself. He began to PRAY to any god out there, that this creature will not swallow him whole.
And just as he feared, this bulette turned itself in Frost’s direction. Frost’s anxiety was beginning to drive him absolutely mad! NOTHING IN HIS TRAINING WAS WORKING! BECAUSE THERE WAS NOTHING THAT HIS TEACHER COULD TEACH HIM ON HOW TO HANDLE A NEAR-DEATH SITUATION WITH A BULETTE!
The bulette moved closer to Frost, and brought its giant snout closer and closer to Frost’s body. Oh god NO! NO NO NO NO- PLEASE! Frost stayed as quiet as he possibly could, silently PLEADING for the bulette to spare his life!
The bulette opened his mouth, revealing its tongue. Oh GOD NO! Frost braced for impact, preparing himself for the worst. The worst was about to happen! He’s SCREWED! HE’S GONNA DIE! THIS IS IT! THIS IS HOW IT ENDS!
Frost’s eyes opened wide the moment he felt a thick, slobbery lick from his chest, up the side of his face to the top of his head. And though it was absolutely TERRIFYING, that tongue licked up his neck. And when that tongue so much as touched his neck, Frost had let out the most inhuman sound known to man! It didn’t hurt! The lick didn’t even make him gag!
Despite the rough feeling of the tongue, the licks didn’t actually hurt him! It didn’t hurt at all! To Frost’s surprise…It tickled him! Like, REALLY tickled him! And that inhuman sound he made? It was a high-pitched squeal! It was a feeling so outlandish and out-of-place for a moment such as this! So bizarre, that the feeling had initially thrown him off guard!
Frost squealed as yet ANOTHER lick covered his neck! “WAHAHAIT- NOHOHOHO!” Frost shouted.
Geez, even the lick on his cheeks were beginning to tickle him! Why?! WHY THIS?! WHY IN THE NINE HELLS, DID HE HAVE TO BE SO TICKLISH?! WHY NOW, OF ALL TIMES! He’s supposed to be terror-stricken! He’s supposed to be SCREAMING! NOT LAUGHING! TALK ABOUT HUMILIATING!
Frost squeaked and bursted out in more cackles as another lick moved from his robed belly, up to his overly ticklish chin. “Ohoho gohohod- NoNOHOHOHOHOOO!” Frost shrieked and tried to cover his chin, but to no avail.
Another wet, sloppy lick went up the back of his head, making him squeal and raise his shoulders. But the kicker was when the bulette’s tongue reached his ears. That’s when he REALLY SQUEALED!
“OHGODNOHOHOHO! NAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERRRRE!” Frost screamed, trying to cover his ears. “STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT!” Frost shouted at him.
The bulette just kept on licking though! It absolutely covered his poor ears in slobber! That bulette seemed absolutely determined to lick every morsel of him. But this was just the beginning…
Cause the bulette kept going! The bulette slowly began to lower its tongue to the shoulders and upper chest and arms. The poor man was giggling and laughing helplessly as this ginormous, usually terrifying creature was tickling him senselessly. To say it was wild, wouldn’t even come close to being accurate enough.
The thing is, Frost is ticklish just about everywhere. While he’s usually able to handle keeping it together when others try to tickle him, this tongue tickled him in just the right way, that he couldn’t control himself! Every little lick was a rough, yet soft, ticklish experience! Each lick coated him in this slippery slobber, which made him even MORE ticklish the next time he was licked! And the cycle kept repeating! The poor man’s upper body was already soaking wet from the tongue, which only made each new lick even more ticklish!
“FUHUHUHUCK! PLEHEHEHEEEASE! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAAHAHAAHAAKE IHIHIHIHIT!” Frost shouted at the bulette.
But regardless of his protests, the bulette just kept on tickling. It refused to stop, and only continued to tickle, tickle, tickle him. Frost yelped as the stretchy, wide tongue snuck into his armpit, and tickled down his ribs to the side of his belly. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHEHELP! STAHAHAHAHAHA!” Frost couldn’t even get full words out, let alone sentences!
And a little reminder: Frost was wearing ROBES right now! So the fact that he was being tickled so much while STILL HAVING SEVERAL LAYERS OF PROTECTION?! What are the chances of that?!
But as if it couldn’t get any more ticklish, it did! Cause this evil, mischievous bulette had the AUDACITY to shove its explorative tongue inside his robe, and lick the furry body underneath! Frost practically screamed and lost it with hysterics. “GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHOHOHO! NOHOHO- NO NO NOOOHOHOHO!” Frost shouted and struggled to get the tongue out of his robe. “IHIHIHIT’SSOBAHAHAHAHAHAD!” Frost kept yelling helplessly.
Suddenly, the tongue slipped out of his robe! Frost squeaked and took in a deep gasp of breath, curling up slightly. “Ohoho gohohod…Ohohokahahay…ohokay…Haha…Haahaa…” Frost mumbled, unable to prevent some of the giggles from leaving his mouth. “Ahahare…Are you dohone?” Frost asked the bulette. It was like he temporarily forgot he was talking to a BULETTE of all things…
Frost looked up at the bulette, and watched as the bulette licked its lips, leaving a tiny rainfall of slobber to fall onto him. Frost attempted to shake himself off without showering the bulette in his own slobber. As much as he was thankful for the chance to breathe, he was terrified that any little action would lead to offending the bulette.
As he was still in thought, Frost felt as the bulette brought its snout closer to his belly and started sniffing. Frost froze in fear for a moment, nervous that he might’ve already given him enough disrespect to warrant being eaten alive. But when his snout touched down against his stomach, the snout started sniffling and snorting more, making his nose move around his belly.
Frost widened his eyes before squeezing them shut, feeling the slight ticklish sensation from its snout alone. Oh no, oh god…It’s ticklish again…
Dammit…
Frost could feel a gentle snicker leave his mouth. “Kkkkhehehe-!” Frost giggled, his face visibly red from the embarrassing laughter.
To tell you the truth, Frost was not a giggly person. He barely even smiles nowadays! So the fact that this bulette made him laugh, let alone smile, was already impressive on its own. And though he didn’t mind some laughter…This was a MILLION times more than he’d ever gotten!
“Ohokahahahay…Ohohohokahay! Thahahat’s enohough plehehehease.” Frost opened one eye, and gasped with terror as he saw the tongue falling out of the bulette’s humongous mouth. “OhgodNO!” Frost threw his head back with a surprised squeal as a surprisingly small lick coated his belly once again. “Ohoho-nohoho!” Frost’s body was already shaking a little bit from the giggles, as he felt another lick against his bare belly. “Nahahaha!” Frost jumped as a bigger lick coated his lower belly! “eEEEK! GAHAahahahaha!” He suddenly cackled!
It really didn’t take long for Frost’s giggles to turn into full-on laughter…especially with the bulette increasing the size and frequency of the licks. It looked like the bulette was starting to tickle him again…only this time, it was on his entire bare belly.
“Plehehease stahahahap! Ihihit’s sohoho ticklihihish- GAHAHAHAHA!” Frost bursted out in even MORE laughter as the bulette’s slippery tongue slipped around and coated his lower back. “SHIT! OHOHO SHIHIHIHIT!” Frost cackled and laughed, wiggling and squirming helplessly.
And then…as if it couldn’t get worse…Frost felt as the bulette turned him over to the side with its paw, and just coated more of his back with its tongue. The ticklish feeling was absolutely unbelievable! It made Frost’s laughter go silent a couple times! Frost didn’t even know his back was this ticklish! It feels almost impossible! Though he was thankful his body was super resilient, the tickles were starting to really take a toll on his physical strength. His squirms were beginning to slow down as he struggled to even think straight. All he could think was ‘TICKLISH! TICKLISH! CAN’T STOP LAUGHING! AAAAH!’...
The bulette let out little growls and grunts as it kept coating his poor back in more slobber. Just like with his ribs and neck, the slippery slobber kept making him even more ticklish! So if he was silently laughing from the tickles alone, then the slobber was only going to make things even MORE worse! And GOOD GODS! He’ll never be truly ready for that!
And again, just as fast as it started…the tongue slipped back into the bulette’s mouth again. Frost gasped and heaved heavily, doing all he can to replenish the oxygen and energy he had lost. He was absolutely WIPED…
“Aha…Ahare you…d-done?” Frost asked.
The bulette only let out a low grunt in response. Frost didn’t know what this low grunt meant. Did it mean ‘yes’? Or ‘no’? Or maybe ‘I don’t know’? Frost had no clue. And even if he wanted to, Frost can’t properly figure out what the bulette’s thinking without risking offending it. So he had to rely on the creature’s grunts and actions for now.
“H-Hello?” Frost spoke up. “C-Can someone help?” He called out, sounding slightly desperate, and super tired.
But no one answered. Was the tavern hall empty? Did…Did Frost get abandoned in the tavern with a giant, hungry Bulette?! Talk about betrayal!
But Frost’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt the bulette’s nose sniffing down. Oh gods…where’s that nose heading?! Frost was growing super scared now. What was the bulette planning? What was it seeking out?! Why does it keep licking him to a pulp?! He’s gonna look like a drenched rat by the end of this!
Thankfully, the bulette’s nose seemed to stop at his lower femur bones. But…usually when the nose stops sniffing…that’s when the tongue starts licking! Oh GODS! And right as he predicted, that dreaded tongue fell out of its mouth and started licking up the front of his right leg. And this didn’t just tickle…this DESTROYED HIM! Due to how long the bulette’s tongue was, it was unintentionally licking his inner thigh too! Which, if you weren’t aware, was one of Frost’s most ticklish spots on his body!
“FAAAAHAHAHACK! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHA!” Frost completely lost it with laughter. Every long lick sent pulses of electricity through his body! The laughter was silent, if not hysterical! He probably sounded like a madman by this point! Cause he certainly didn’t sound like Frost anymore!
Not only that, but Frost’s body had gotten a newfound wave of energy, and was now wiggling like an absolute maniac! He was trying everything, and I mean anything to try and get himself out of this bulette’s grip! It was driving him absolutely wild! And he was certain of his fate: Frost just might die of laughter! Or, from asphyxiation from lack of oxygen! He had never, and I mean NEVER been tickled this much in his life!
And then his second thigh was licked to a pulp! Each new spot made new shock waves fill his body and new forms of wild laughter leave his poor, aching lungs. He couldn’t even shout protests, curses or pleads anymore! All he could do was scream and laugh. And boy oh boy, was he nailing that part!
“HAHAHAHAHA! EEEHEEEHEEHEHEHEE! GAHAHAHAHA!” Frost cackled and laughed, shaking his head. “PLEHEHEHEHEEEEE!” Frost begged helplessly as the wild tongue made itself around the back of his thighs. The poor man’s face was REALLY starting to hurt and cramp from all the smiling he was doing. His ribs were getting pretty sore too. It was getting to be way too much for him…
Thankfully for Frost, things would calm down momentarily…Cause only a couple seconds after, the bulette’s evil tongue moved itself down past his knees, and down to his lower legs. Frost finally felt like he could properly breathe! He took in as deep of a breath as he could, determined to calm himself down. The feeling of breathing felt amazing…like the warm sun heating you up after being drenched in water. The chance to breathe and calm down felt like pure bliss…
Well…It would’ve felt like pure bliss, if it weren’t for the unbelievably intense tickles he felt against his foot. Poor Frost didn’t even know that the bulette was going for his feet at first! So naturally, Frost had gasped and shrieked.
Fearing the absolute worst, Frost immediately covered his mouth with his hand. He stared at the bulette with helpless fear, knowing his worst spot was about to be licked to pieces. And Frost KNEW he was NEVER going to be able to stop it! He would just have to take it!
Frost watched as the blasted tongue fell out of its gaping mouth, and completely engulfed his underfoot with the lick of a slippery, brush-like tongue. And Frost SCREAMED as he pulled his foot away! But that stupid tongue kept getting closer and closer to Frost’s feet! The most wild part was that Frost was still wearing his shoes! The bulette hadn’t even removed his socks and shoes yet! So Frost was screaming from how ticklish it was WITH HIS FEET STILL COVERED!
“FAAAAHAHAHAHAAA! NoNONOOOOHOOOHOHOHOHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Frost was absolutely losing it with laughter. His laugh sounded so hysterical, it almost sounded like a witch’s cackle! In most situations, people would’ve heard it and laughed. But because they were in a tavern with a super dangerous bulette, there was no laughter filling the room besides Frost’s booming, shrieking laughter.
The bulette’s rough tongue was going from his lower heels, to the tips of his toes. And GOOD LORD, HE WAS LOSING IT! “AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEEEEHEHEHEEEEEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!” Frost was barely able to make words at this point. Frost was just about dying of laughter. His feet were the absolute WORST ticklish spot on his person! Though the shoes helped with dumbing down the ticklishness, it only dumbed it down a slight bit! So Frost was still LOSING IT with laughter!
Frost’s cheeks and jaw were sore by this point! He had gone limp about 10 minutes earlier, due to having no more energy to wiggle around. So the bulette didn’t even have to keep his legs down with its paws to properly groom him. Though, the bulette still did it, because of Frost’s occasional twitches.
It was all too much! He couldn’t take it! Is this how he’s gonna die?! Is Frost gonna die from laughter?! WHO DIES OF LAUGHTER?! OF ALL THE WAYS TO DIE!
And then, right as Frost felt like he was gonna asphyxiate…The tickling stopped! Frost gasped for breath and laid his head onto the booth seat. Holy shit…He was exhausted. He felt like he was gonna fall asleep right then and there. Every breath felt like heaven and hell at once. While the breath felt great in his lungs, his body was screaming for more and more oxygen! So, he kept breathing and heaving.
The bulette just watched him with this blank stare…And Frost could see it. The bulette looked…curious? It didn’t look murderous, like the books he had read made him believe. He looked curious…in an almost puppy-like way.
Frost took in a couple more breaths in an attempt to speak. “H…Hello…H-How…How are you?” Frost asked.
The bulette leaned forward, and sniffed him with its twitchy nose. Still nervous, Frost tensed up in case the bulette still planned on eating him. But again, to his surprise, the bulette gently licked his cheek again. Frost opened his eyes, and looked at the bulette, who was licking its own wide lips.
“You’re…” Frost stared at the bulette. “You’re not gonna…” Frost started to ask.
The bulette let out a huff through its nose, filling Frost’s face with a puff of air for a moment. And then, the bulette did something incredible:
It rested its head onto Frost’s chest! Exactly like a cuddling dog would!
“Oh wow…” Frost muttered, staring at the giant bulette as it laid against him. For its side, the bulette was surprisingly lightweight. Maybe the bulette is being careful not to crush him?
“Are you…sparing me?” Frost asked very carefully.
The bulette licked its lips and looked up at Frost with those infamous puppy eyes.
Frost was shocked. He NEVER would’ve imagined a bulette to spare him! Frost immediately knew he needed to repay the bulette! But how?
Frost placed his fingers onto his own forehead. “How can I repay you?” Frost asked in its mind.
The bulette nuzzled its nose into his chest slightly as its deep voice filled Frost’s mind.
“P e t m e .” The bulette spoke to him.
Frost widened his eyes. I’m sorry, what?! He wanted Frost to…Pet him?! Frost very carefully lifted his hand up, and laid it onto the bulette’s fur. Surprisingly, the bulette’s fur was super soft! Like, more soft than he ever would’ve expected! It…felt really nice. Slowly, Frost started to pet the giant bulette’s head.
And oh gosh…The bulette closed its eyes and actually snuggled into his chest! Frost thought he was losing it. Was this bulette acting…kinda cute?! And nearby, Frost could hear gasps of surprise, as well as…a single happy coo from a little kid. Frost was speechless. He NEVER imagined himself to be the subject of a bulette’s love. This thing was ginormous. And it was…being really kind to him. Not only was it sparing his life, but it was asking Frost for pets.
“So…What’s your name, big fella?” Frost asked.
The bulette visibly smiled a bit. “M y n a m e i s H o l l o w .” The bulette spoke in his head calmly.
Frost smiled as he continued to pet the creature. “Hollow…Hollow the Bulette.” Frost mumbled aloud, showing a smile of his own. “I love it.”
The encounter with the Bulette was more unexpected than expected. 🍄
A bit of context: our bard Ivory was so excited about mushroom Bulette and it was always a great joy to be back in the Underground just for this magnificent creature.
More context: Astarion constantly disapproves of Gabriel for too "kind" choices. And for some reason, quite by ACCIDENT, he sometimes causes the death (or injury) of Gabriel in battle. But still they are good friends. Somehow.
Landshark Mawl
Weapon (maul), Very Rare (requires attunement by a creature with a Strength of 17 or higher)
This immense maul is crafted from the jaws of a bulette and reinforced with melted-down gear found in its stomach. It turns you into a walking siege engine ready to crack stone, armor, or anything else in your path.
This weapon got scrapped from a collection of magic items that you'll hopefully see in the near future from my Monster Harvesting series, magic items crafted from pieces of D&D monsters in a very Monster Hunter-like style.
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