There's something to be said about the sensation of royal tickle fur on one's bare skin. Erica was no slouch in leaving you a giggling mess. But Maisie was in a league all her own. As she held the two squealing girls, she was using only the lightest of ticklish flutters with her fingers. Only occasionally giving their tummies a good squeeze, and both girls were in ticklish bliss. The sweet cooing of the motherly bear certainly not helping things as the girls cackled happily and helplessly against the queen's gentle touch.

An absolutely precious commission by https://www.deviantart.com/lissatoons