Deciding that your underarms have had enouth attention, May pulls her hands out of your sleeves. You pant for a while before your breathing returns to normal, then look up in mock horror to see May pulling up the your shirt to reveal your flat pale tummy.
''You wouldn't!'' you remark playfully. May turns to you and gives you a evil ''Oh yes i would!'' grin.
''I might not....'' She says.
You sigh with relief. Then may finishes her sentence.
''IF you say that i'm the greatest tickler of all time, and your my ticklish little victim.''
''What?!'' You think with a mixture of shock and anger. ''She wants me to say what?!''
Needless to say, there's no way your EVER going to give into that request! Your suppost to be a big strong boy. If word got around town that a girl had broken you with tickle torture, your new classmates would NEVER let you hear the end of it!
Not only that, but you were having WAY too much fun to have it stop so soon! You'd never expected to have this much fun on your first day in littleroot. The exchange in town, The chase and now this. Besides, it isn't as if you have a tickle phobia or anything.
''No way!'' You tell her instantly. ''Anyway, your the one who's more ticklish. Otherwise i wouldn't have tickled you silly back in town!''
May smiles evily. She can tell your being playful which makes things twice as much fun.
''Ok.'' she says in a sing song tone. ''prepare to face the wrath of an expert tickler!''
''If only we knew where to find one.'' you reply, cockaly.
Big mistake.
The moment these words pass your lips, may digs her fingers into you tummy. You try to hold back the giggles, but give up after 5 seconds.
''HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CUHUHUT IT OUT MAY! AAAAHAHAHA! C'MOHOHON!'' Despite your begging, you have to admit this does lighten your mood by alot. Not to mention it takes your mind off of your old town and friends.
May continues the "torture" by slowly drawing circles around your belly button. ''Coochie coochie coo.'' she sang. ''Aww. Has widdle Dusky have a ticklish tummy? I think he does.'' She sings, tickling your navel with her pinky. ''Yes he does!''
Your giggling goes up a pitch higher. Baby talk has always been your weakness in tickle fights.
''Hehehehey. Bahaby tahahalk isn't fahahahahir. hehehehehehahaha!'' You giggle uncontrollably. You try to squirm away, but with your legs trapped in the bushes that almost impossible.
May meanwhile is enjoying herself almost as much as you. ''Tickle tickle, kitchy koo!'' She sing-songs. ''You'd better give in baby Dusky, or Auntie May's gonna tickle you until next spring!''
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