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 Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:17 pm
Unable to keep from giggling, the little mouse twitched his tail, watching the lion while drinking more of his soda. He lowered the can for a moment to ask him yet another question. "Would you like me to make you something else, Coen? If you're still hungry, that is. Cold grilled cheese sammiches can be quite filling."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:21 pm
"No, thanks. This is fine. If I get hungry later I can take care of myself. I'm a big boy now after all," Coen said, sticking his tongue out at Jazz. As an afterthought, he added, "And quit giggling at me, Mousie."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:24 pm
"Oh, well then. I suppose you are; I should've let you make your own grilled cheese then, since you're so big!" He said, giggling. He stuck his own tongue out at the lion, tail flicking behind him. He didn't know why, but he liked it when Coen called him mousie. "Why don't you make me, kitty cat?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:31 pm
Coen raised his left eyebrow then set down his sandwich and slowly turned toward Jazz. "Make you?" he asked, his tail flicking idly from side to side. "I don't think you'd want that," he said, starting to advance toward the other hybrid. He didn't bring up the nickname. No one had ever dared call him something like that for fear of their lives. But this little "mousie" had and, oddly enough, he liked it.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:33 pm
"Yes, make me," he taunted in a playful voice, tail flicking again, and he set the can of soda down nearby on the counter. He placed his hands on his hips, leaned to one side, then stuck his tongue out at the other again. "Well, whether I want it or not, you're gonna have to make me, kitty."
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:42 pm
"Ok, that's it," Coen growled then pounced, catching Jazz up in his arms and turning around to set the mouse on the table. Without warning, he pushed Jazz back and blew a raspberry against the mousie's belly, making sure to move his face from side to side so his beard really tickled too.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:48 pm
Jazz had expected the pounce so he was able to brace himself, but wasn't sure what the lion's next plan of attack was. The little mouse squealed and burst into a fit of laughter as Coen blew a raspberry onto his sensitive stomach. He squirmed and pushed on the lion's shoulders; he would've kicked too, but he didn't want to hurt the lion. That, and he couldn't reach Coen's sides or stomach to tickle him back. Except... His tail flicked upwards and found its way underneath the shirt of the lion and began to attempt to tickle him.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:52 pm
Coen laughed against Jazz's stomach but he didn't stop his assault. When he could get a breath of air, he blew wet sloppy raspberries against the mouse's stomach, and when he couldn't, he simply used his course, bristly beard to get the job done.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 1:29 pm
Unable to stop laughing, the poor little mouse moved his hands from the lion's shoulders to his own stomach, trying to cover his sensitive stomach. His tightly shut eyes started to water as he laughed hysterically, squirming to try to get out of the other's grasp, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to. "Is-is that all you've got?" He managed to gasp through fits of laughter, his tail still tickling the lion's stomach.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 1:37 pm
Since the time elapsed between raspberries was growing wider the longer Jazz's tail tickled his stomach, Coen decided to try a different tack. Instead of blowing raspberries, he instead slid his rough tongue out and dragged it over Jazz's stomach, being careful not to do it too hard and break the mousie's skin.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 1:45 pm
Poor Jazzy shrieked with laughter as soon as Coen started that tactic, trying even harder to cover his sensitive tummy. He curled and uncurled his toes, squirming even more to try to get away from the lion. "No no no, stop!" He pleaded breathlessly, tears from laughing so hard rolling down his cheeks. "I give up, you win!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 1:52 pm
Coen paused to give Jazz a chance to catch his breath but he kept the mouse pinned down on the table, a broad grin splitting his furry face. "Promise never to stick your tongue out at me again, Mousie?" he asked, dipping his head as if to lick Jazz's sensitive stomach again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:04 pm
He managed to calm down from laughing to giggling, looking up at the lion that had him pinned to the table. He thought about the terms of surrender, then shook his head, giggling more. "No, I don't promise to never do it again," he said. Then, as if to punctuate this refusal, he stuck his tongue out at Coen again.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:07 pm
"Oh? Then I'm just going to have to keep 'torturing' you until you do," he announced then bent to the task, blowing an especially loud, messy raspberry against Jazz's stomach.
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 2:21 pm
He squirmed around more, as another shriek of laughter escaped him from the raspberries. He resumed the tickling of the lion's stomach with his tail, and wrapped his arms around his stomach again. "Okay, okay, I promise!" He gasped in between laughs.
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