Meowth momentarily stopped tickling May's feet. She was given the opportunity to catch her breath. "L-let me ...go now...", she said panting from slight exhaustion. Meowth didn't hear her and started rubbing his bewhiskered cheeks against May's soft, warm soles. His furry face was nowhere near as ticklish as Meowth's rough tongue. "Wha...what's going on?" May said confused. She felt Meowth's warm fur against her soles. It felt rather nice in contrast to the cold, enclosed space she was in. He wrapped his arms around both of May's feet and rubbed her toes against his cheek and under his chin. May blushed as Meowth continued to love May's feet, but didn't object to it. It was much better than the previous tickle torture. It felt like she was wearing a warm furry slipper. She wiggled her toes as he snuggled with them. This triggered something.
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