Ticklish/tickles

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Amy pouts, flopping down on the couch next to Shadow as he rolls his eyes at her. "I already told you, I'm not ticklish." Says Shadow with a huff. He earns a small side-eye from Amy next to him.

"You're no fun." She nags as she slides a bit down on the couch, crossing her arms. That she earned a small smirk from Shadow. "Oh, I do believe I can be that. Come here."

Before Amy could react, pulls Shadow her up onto his lap, holding a firm grip around her waist, smirking at her. By the sudden change in seating, and now being on Shadow's lap, being held by him and so close to him, she blush a bit.

"What are you up to?" She asks a bit nervous, as it's clear that Shadow is up to something.

He then licks his lips, and that was all the warning Amy needed to know she is fucked now. She tries to jump off his lap, but his grip on her kept her in place as he leans in and starts to nibble her neck.

"AAAAAH!!! NO!! AAAHHHHH!!! STOP THAT!!! IT!!! IT TICKLES!!!" Yells Amy as she starts to twist and turn on his lap.


THE END!

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