As you regain your breath, you hear a twig crack. your ears pricked up, you spun round to face the noise and find yourself on your back. May is kneeling on your arms which are now pinned above your head and your legs were stuck in the branches of a bush. unable to reach your feet, May's thinking about where to start.
"I think i'll start here" she says, pulling off her gloves amd slipping her hands into the sleeves of your shirt and aiming for your underarms. "Tickle tickle" she taunts as her nails scrape across the hairless hollows of your arms making you go beserk.
"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" you start laughing the second May's nails touch your underarms.
"Wow Dusk, you really are ticklish" she teases you as you thrash about in ticklish agony. "Where should i try to tickle him now, since i can't reach his feet?"
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