Sawtooth Spire there's lots of middle ground between the kings and centipedes

it was true: a downy belly was indeed prime real estate for tickling purposes.
phaedra burbled happily when her da loomed closer and she squirmed as he tenderly escorted the awny prow of his nose against her skin, making dozens of butterfly wings in her tummy flutter and tingle crazily. the sensation both warmed and panicked her.
slobber bubbled from her gums as she sputtered wet raspberries and a shriek of giggles, pink tongue unfurling from her mouth in a feeling smile that pushed up her cheeks and crinkled the blue of her eyes peering so bright and charmingly at the bleary visage of her ticklesmith. her pupils darted in deep concentration as she sought a connection with his eyes, but then another stirring prickle interrupted her engagement and phaedra shied away with her head reeled into the fat rolls of her neck.
after a bit of playing in the bromegrass of his whiskers, the little muffin’s tinkling mutters of mirth blossomed into a deep, gurgling belly laugh and she bucked her head back and pinched her eyes closed, unable to stand it anymore! she boxed her soft toes against his muzzle, belly pitching very fast from sending out tassels of laughter so big and with joy so fertile and wholesome it was as though her entire being was sculpted with the intention of introducing it to the world.