"Letting the days go by."

And yet, nothing changes. Mike was, is, and always will be a squeezable loafster, prime for playfully assailing. But hey, not only is that not his fault, it’s also a good thing, at least for people like you and I who amuse ourselves at the sight of it. He’d been in tickle fights as a little cynda and as a noodle, but his trainer always went easy on him because indulging his weirder side seemed strange. He didn’t want to get too into it, for what I assume are obvious reasons. For him, at least. So, kept his metaphorical weirdo guns holstered.

Here we see what happened when, for relationship reasons, suddenly being a little weird was okay. The belly is always the spot to go for if you want to watch Mike try his best to hold himself back. Moving up around the ribs just gets worse, and the pits are the point where all bets are off if you make an actual effort. But dear Arceus, the beans. They softened up a lot once Mike was gifted quadrupedal booties, and even more so once they started getting attention. The result is that, from then until now, they’ve been his single worst spot to tease. Rated by his trainer – affectionately, might I add – as a firm “!!!” out of ten, and causing a total mirth-induced breakdown, the beans are (predictably) constantly tormented.

If it seems uncommon to have a quadruped with hind paws so effectively tickled, that’s because it is. They’d need to have especially good care taken of them, and not just by his trainer. Remember when I said Mike doesn’t mind getting got? Not a new development. He enjoys keeping himself properly soft for his trainer’s enjoyment, even if it’s devilish sometimes…

“… and look where [his] hand was.”

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Done by  raptorroper .