Tickle the lion

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With a moment of pure idiocy, you begin to wriggle the tips of your fingers over the lion's sides. He jerks back, eyes wide as they stare at you with complete shock. Your face is pulled into determination as you continue to tickle his sides. He actually rolls away from you, but you're determination will not go without reward. You take control, settling for sitting on his hard, flat stomach, and vigorously flutter your fingers over what you believe is ticklish. Instead of laughing, giggling, and chuckling, like you thought the lion would do, his eyes become shut and his breathing becomes off.
With a moment of pure idiocy, you begin to wriggle the tips of your fingers over the lion's sides. He jerks back, eyes wide as they stare at you with complete shock. Your face is pulled into determination as you continue to tickle his sides. He actually rolls away from you, but you're determination will not go without reward. You take control, settling for sitting on his hard, flat stomach, and vigorously flutter your fingers over what you believe is ticklish. Instead of laughing, giggling, and chuckling, like you thought the lion would do, his eyes become shut and his breathing becomes off.
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You blink in confusion before your eyes widen in realization when you scoot back the slightest. A large, hard bulge stops you in your place, making you freeze. His eyes open at the same time yours looks at his eyelids, and you stare at each other in silence.
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You blink in confusion before your eyes widen in realization when you scoot back the slightest. A large, hard bulge stops you in your place, making you freeze. His eyes open at the same time yours looks at his eyelids, and you stare at each other in silence. Your sensitive snout detects the heavy, musky scent of lust and you twitch slightly.
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Revision as of 04:21, 21 September 2009

With a moment of pure idiocy, you begin to wriggle the tips of your fingers over the lion's sides. He jerks back, eyes wide as they stare at you with complete shock. Your face is pulled into determination as you continue to tickle his sides. He actually rolls away from you, but you're determination will not go without reward. You take control, settling for sitting on his hard, flat stomach, and vigorously flutter your fingers over what you believe is ticklish. Instead of laughing, giggling, and chuckling, like you thought the lion would do, his eyes become shut and his breathing becomes off.

You blink in confusion before your eyes widen in realization when you scoot back the slightest. A large, hard bulge stops you in your place, making you freeze. His eyes open at the same time yours looks at his eyelids, and you stare at each other in silence. Your sensitive snout detects the heavy, musky scent of lust and you twitch slightly.

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Furry Status (you)
Health 100 Equipment:

Jeans, T-shirt

Gender Male
Species Fox
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