Redhawk Caldera I Crush After You

His plan was to tickle her. Okay? No, not okay! Tickles were the absolute worse, a ticklish wolf's worse fear, the divine punishment, the -- that was enough. Tickles were tickles, and the other synonyms didn't even come close to matching the horrendousness of them.

As the assault began, so did the natural defenses; squealing, squirming, and kicking. All three happened at once, mostly without Somnia's control. Maybe she would get lucky and accidentally kick him in the face so he would stop? No, that would be an option she would regret later. So that left more squirming and squealing and kicking, but not kicking Ashton, and attempting to get up.... That failed miserably..

"Stop it..." Somnia said between squeals, the laughs that came with the tickles, and the gasping for air that came from the laughter.