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 Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:17 pm
He squealed again, squirming and laughing, but he still kept on tickling the lion as much as he could. He managed to turn around a bit so he could face the lion, and he curled up more to protect his sensitive stomach. He then did a full-on tickle assault on Coen, as he was able to easily get at his stomach and sides now. He continued to laugh and giggle. "Then I'll play by my own rules, too!" He managed to say between laughs.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:25 pm
Coen let out a bass chuckle then, in his gruffest tone, shouted, "Do your worst, Mousie!" Gasping for breath, he sent his tail out for the attack again, using the bristly hair at the end to tickle at Jazz's stomach.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:30 pm
He giggled more, intending to do just that.. until he felt the lion's tail on his bare, sensitive stomach. He squealed again, bursting into another laughing fit as he squirmed more, trying to lean back or sideways in an attempt to get away from the lion and his tickling. He was just too strong. He reached down and tried to grab Coen's tail carefully to stop the seige on his tummy. He quickly gave up on that and placed his foot carefully next to the lion on the couch, and tried to spring out of the lions arms to crawl towards the other arm of the chair to get away, still in a laughing fit.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:36 pm
"Aha! I detect a sensitive spot!" Coen hooted, allowing the mouse to worm a way a little before he pinned him down on the couch. "Now I know your weakness," the lion said then put his lips to Jazz's stomach and blew which, despite his thick scratching beard, made an excellent fart noise.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:42 pm
Just when he thought he'd gotten away... no. He tried in vain to stifle the squeal that erupted when Coen blew a raspberry on his sensitive stomach, unable to stop the laughing fit that followed. He squirmed more, tears coming to his eyes as he laughed. "Don't do that!" He gasped between laughing fits, still squirming to get away from the lion's strong grasp, even though he knew at this point it was useless to even try. "Stop, I give up, you win!" He managed to say somehow while laughing, pushing on his shoulders to get Coen's lips and furry beard away from his stomach.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:52 pm
The big lion couldn't resist giving Jazz's stomach one last parting raspberry before he sat up, grinning at the smaller hybrid. "Goodness, if I had known it was that easy to get you to call mercy, I would've done that much sooner," he informed him, reaching out to toy with the bangles on Jazz's outfit. "So why do you wear clothes that leave your midriff bare when it's so sensitive? Something kinky you do for your lover or something?" he asked, genuinely curious.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:57 pm
After recovering from his laughing fit, able to think coherently, he curled up on his side after grabbing a pillow, using it as a shield to guard his sensitive stomach. He giggled again, though. "That wouldn't have been any fun, then! And goodness, no, I don't have a lover. I like my outfit, it's cute!" He giggled, looking at his translucent purple garments with gold-colored charms and trinkets. "I like to dance, too, and it's easier to dance with these clothes on," he said shyly, wrapping his arms around the pillow and hiding his nose behind it, peeking out at Coen from overtop the pillow-shield.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:25 pm
Coen was a little surprised that Jazz was available but he didn't let it show. Instead, he smiled pleasantly at the mouse then pulled his legs up onto the couch and turned to face the other hybrid. Coen listened to everything Jazz had to say, setting it aside for future reference. "Well yes, I suppose you're right. It wouldn't have been much fun if it han't been such a challenge," he agreed thoughtfully. After a short pause, he continued, his ears perked forward curiously, "Why are you so shy about liking to dance, Mousie?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 8:03 pm
Jazz shifted on the couch, sitting cross-legged with the pillow-shield still clutched in his small hands to protect his stomach. He peeked over it at Coen again shyly. "Because.. I don't like to dance in front of others, it makes me nervous, so usually people don't know I can dance well," he admitted, hiding his whole face behind the pillow as a slight blush came to his cheeks. Dancing in front of others was just too embarassing! What if he tripped and fell, or mistepped? He peeked over the pillow after the short pause, his ears perked forward and the blush gone, and quickly changed the subject. "I'm good at giving massages though, those're fun."
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 9:08 pm
Coen frowned slightly at the change of subject but let it go for the moment. He'd pester Jazz about it later. For now... "Oh, you like giving massages? That's handy," he remarked, smiling as he took off his shirt and turned around. "Care to give me a back rub? I think I pulled a muscle," he complained, grimacing over his shoulder at the "mousie".
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:52 am
He nodded at the lion's first question, his ears perked forward, then grinned and dropped the pillow. "Sure, I'd love to! I love giving massages!" He said with a giggle. "You're gonna have to lay down though, if you want me to give you a good one." He got off the couch and gently pushed the lion's shoulders down a bit, to get him to lay on his stomach on the couch.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:13 pm
'Well. at least I got him to come out from behind that pillow-shield, Coen thought idly, moving to obey the rodent's insistent pushing and stretching out on his stomach. Heaving a content sigh, he shut his eyes and asked lightly, "Would you like to tell me about your dancing? You don't have to demonstrate or anything I'd just like to hear about it. I find that when you ask someone to talk about something they really enjoy, it makes for easy, comfortable conversation.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:36 pm
As soon as Coen laid down, Jazz moved onto the couch and placed his knees on either side of the lion. He started at the other's shoulders, working his massage-magic on his back. His ears perked forward at Coen's question and he thought about it for a moment or two. "Well," he said thoughtfully, "I like to dance with others, but mostly by myself with my style of dancing. I'll do popular dances with others, such as the tango and whatnot, but what I really like to do are just solo performances. Kind of like dancing for someone else to watch, only.. I don't normally dance for someone else to watch," he said a bit shyly again, continuing to massage the lion.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 12:46 pm
Coen let out a deep rumbly purr, his eyelids fluttering as Jazz worked on his back. "Mmm, that feels soo good," he mumbled, momentarily distracted from the conversation. But he caught himself before he got too involved and started making...suggestive noises. Instead, he smiled slightly and said, "I bet you're a great dancer, Jazz. It's a shame that you're so shy about it.."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 1:16 pm
He couldn't help but smile and giggle at the lion's purring, finding it cute. "I'm glad you think it feels good," he said, massaging the other's upper back now, using his fingers and the heel of his hands. The last comment caused a slight blush to bloom in his cheeks. "Well.. I suppose I'm all right at dancing.. I'm just nervous someone won't like it, or I'll mess up somehow, or something.." He confessed, moving to Coen's lower back.
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