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This story was written for Raccoonpawz as Day #16 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Tickling" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

Nic's Giggles

The more time that Salem spent with Nic, the more the tiger noticed something about his friend and lover. He knew that Nic was cute as hell. He knew the fennec fox had the most adorable and humpable, lickable paws on the planet. He knew that with every passing day, even after he eventually got over his near ceaseless obsession with the fennec's feet, he adored spending time with Nic in any capacity more and more. But, only over the coarse of their entire friendship as a whole had Salem come to acknowledge something that was particularly sweet and wonderful about his dear friend. He had the most wonderful array of different laughs, all of which could be triggered by variations of one simple action.

Tickling him.

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The Giggle-fit.

Salem cuddled up against Nic as the two of them sat watching a movie one evening, both dressed in only their underwear and more than content to remain that way as they snuggled against one another's soft fur. The tiger's arms encircled the fennec fox, and for a while he contented himself with gently running his hands through Nic's delicate golden belly-fluff, tracing his digits back and forth through it so delicately he was certain that the fennec would barely be able to feel it at all. All the while though, he was waiting. Waiting for Nic to relax and melt into his embrace just that little bit more. Waiting until such a point where the fennec was perfectly off-guard and unprepared, at which point Salem knew he'd be perfectly positioned to strike.

In an instant, the fingers already dancing their way over Nic's body began to tickle at his belly and sides. The pressure they were applying really didn't increase that much, but that subtle variation in pressure and the far greater speed at which they raced through Nic's fur and against his flesh made all the difference. Nic's legs kicked out, his eyes bulged, and he began to giggle uncontrollably. He flailed and squealed and giggled with helpless glee as for a good thirty seconds Salem tickled him without mercy, before abruptly stopping as swiftly as he'd started, and just going back to cuddling the fennec again like nothing at all had occurred. Nic whined and pouted playfully at his companion's actions, but all the while and for the next minute or so, he couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't stop those same sweet, helpless giggles from continuing to escape his lips.

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The Banshee

"Nnnooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhahahhahahahhhhh!!"

Salem grinned as he sat down upon the much smaller fennec fox, pinning Nic to the bed beneath him with his weight fully resting upon the backs of his lover's legs. Like a pianist performing a complex concerto he flexed his fingers, then set them to work upon the helplessly kicking, wiggling pink and black speckled padded footpaws trapped directly in front of him. He heard Nic began to wail immediately, and grinned from ear to ear as the fennec's hands drummed loudly against the bedding, as his body tried to thrash and escape the far larger, stronger tiger's clutches, all to absolutely no avail. He cackled and snorted, he squealed and shrieked with peals of laughter as Salem just kept on tickling him utterly without mercy, but the longer and longer Salem sustained his gleeful attack, the more often Nic's wailing, shrill pleas for mercy rang out only to trail off into yet more helpless bursts of wild, tickle-crazed laughter.

Salem's cock throbbed as he listened to Nic shriek and beg for mercy, only to betray his love for what was happening in more and more wild and unbidden eruptions of his ticklish mirth. He knew at any given moment he could have shown Nic mercy by taking those well tickled paw-pads and rubbing his cock against them instead. Indeed Nic would have been so grateful to him that he'd have begged him to keep going, to hump his paws, to cum on them all to keep himself from beng tickled while that was happening.

And yet, no matter how hard he found himself and no matter how much he wanted to cum, he kept on telling himself to wait just a little longer... to see if he could make Nic's next squeal his longest and loudest yet.

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The Sugar Overload

Nic whimpered and let slip the softest, most joyously sweet giggles as Salem kissed the back of his neck. He couldn't help it. He could never help it, even at times like now when the tiger's cock was buried inside his ass. Gently he rocked back and forth upon the tiger, resting on Salem's lap with the feline male's cock throbbing in his backside, but between his moans and gasps of pleasure he kept on letting slip those helpless giggles each time Salem kissed him, as the tiger's whiskers brushed his neck and tickled him in the lightest but still most unbearable way.

Salem knew what he was doing of course. He knew what his whiskers were doing, and he loved it. He loved the way Nic sounded when he giggled. He loved hearing his friend so uncontrollably happy as they had sex. And beyond that, whenever Nic giggled, even in that soft and delicate little way, his muscles clenched and his ass tightened around the tiger cock throbbing inside it. It was the sweetest, cutest little laugh, and it felt good as hell. Thus every time he had the opportunity, Salem would fuck Nic in this particular position, and kiss the back of the fennec's neck over and over while reaching around and starting to masturbate the other man's cock.

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The Broken Man

Nic's chest heaved and tears rolled down his face as he wheezed and fought for breath, trying to steady himself in the few moments he knew were all he had before it started again. He wasted what little time was available to him just trying to ready himself though, and his resolve crumbled anew as the feather returned and began to caress the underside of his cock once again. He wailed with shrill, frantic pleasure and mindless laughter, and his whole body shook as he writhed upon the bed, ankles and wrists bound, tied respectively to different ends of the bed to hold him almost entirely immobile. His cheeks were matted with his euphoric, laughter-induced weeping, and his cheeks and chin were damp with saliva from where he'd howled and cackled and snorted so much that he found himself helplessly drooling over his own fur.

He shrieked and begged, probably not knowing himself whether he was begging for more or begging for Salem to stop as the tiger sat calmly beside him and oh so steadily twisted the feather in his fingers back and forth, running it along the underside of Nic's glistening, desperately twitching erection. He cried, he practically sobbed with laughter and pleasure all rolled into one, and yet as his cock began to strain more and more urgently once again and pre-cum dribbled ever more abundantly from his tip, Nic's cries turned to desperate, almost anguished wails of mirth in anticipation of what had happened more than a dozen times already... and sure enough happened once again just seconds later.

He hung on the brink, on the very edge of orgasm, and yet Salem denied him. The tiger stopped teasing, stopped tickling, indeed entirely stopped touching the fennec fox's cock with the feather, and both he and Nic knew that he wouldn't begin again until just when Nic had backed away from the brink of orgasm, and just before he could regain any real semblance of control over his overstimulated, desperately needy body.

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The Angel's Chorus

Of all the myriad ways that Salem knew to make his friend and lover laugh though, never was there an occasion more perfect than when he got to hear them all at once.

Salem stood in the bedroom doorway and watched, listened as the fennec fox was driven wild not by him, but by the five other men surrounding him at that moment. There was nothing binding Nic, nothing keeping him from getting away, except for his own helpless laughter. He was laughing so hard, thrashing so violently as he was tickled from all sides, there was absolutely no way for him to be able to propel himself in any meaningful direction. A pair of hands tickled under his arms. A second tickled his belly and his flanks. Two hands apiece worked his paws, while the last one wielded Salem's feather. Whether Nic was even aware that it wasn't him stroking his cock with those delicate, playful caresses the tiger had no way of knowing, but he liked to think that Nic could tell the difference because of the other man's technique. Normally, he didn't really pay much attention to Nic's balls while the current wielder of the feather was devoting about half his time to those furred orbs. Judging by the fennec's reaction though, the way his cock was leaping and throbbing even when it wasn't being directly stimulated at all, perhaps Salem could learn a thing or two from all these men.

Leaning against the frame of the door, Salem finally allowed himself to grasp his cock as he heard Nic try to scream his name, no doubt as part of a plea for mercy that not only did the tiger not have the power to offer from his observational point of view, but that he had no desire to grant Nic even if he could have. The tiger growled under his breath as he stroked his cock, but closed his eyes. He focused on the sounds of Nic's laughter rather than the collection of guys and their specific actions causing it. He grinned and chuckled himself at Nic's infectious glee, the squealing, the shrieking, the wailing and snorting and sobbing all so adorable.

It didn't take long before Nic came. These guys had no intention of teasing him, no intention of making him wait for his pleasure. Salem opened his eyes as he heard a scream of pleasure break through all the raucous laughter, though the laughter resumed and it was in the midst of a bout of breathless giggles that Nic's cock twitched and sent several potent streaks of cum arcing a good foot into the air while that feather continued to act as the sole source of stimulation to the fennec's throbbing shaft. Salem shuddered happily as he watched, and quickened the stroking of his own cock. He knew he wasn't going to be able to cum in time with his partner, but that was okay. Actually, he didn't want to cum with Nic. He wanted to cum afterwards, while watching what would inevitably follow Nic's bliss.

Sure enough, the fennec soon came down off his euphoric high... and the tickling continued. His arms. His feet. His sides. Even his cock and balls were teased on and on by the feather-clutching figure kneeling alongside him. Needless to say, it didn't take long before his screams of pleading, desperate laughter rose to a new level of intensity. Every sensation was heightened, every source of stimulation amplified to an unbearable degree. But, being tickled was always unbearable, so for Nic it wasn't some torture, just even more of the same that he loved no matter how impossible it was to bear. He howled and shrieked and wept and begged and grunted and gurgled. He thrashed and shuddered and spasmed and kicked and writhed. He lost his mind, he surrendered every last scrap of sanity that could possibly have remained available to him amidst such an all out assault on his senses by those wandering, tickling paws and that damnably perfect feather.

He sang like a chorus of angels; at least that was what his perfectly frantic, mindless screams and shrieks of laughter sounded like to Salem. No sound could have been more perfect. No sound could have made him happier, or hornier.

The tiger trembled, gasped, and couldn't help but let slip a breathless, giddy snort of his own mirthful elation as his cock began to twitch sharply in his grasp, and thick ribbons of cum began to paint the bedroom floor directly in front of him. He watched his lover thrash and listened to Nic howl with mirth, and though he hadn't laid a single finger upon Nic that evening nor had Nic touched him, Salem still couldn't imagine a more perfect night with that adorable, ticklish, giggle-filled fennec.

By Jeeves

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