Tickletober 2023 Collection

October 26th: Suds and Snickers

 As two lovers often do, Twix and Louis are taking a sensual shower together. Oh, don't get the wrong idea, there's a difference between sensual and sexual, but even still, there is quite a bit of teasing going on...

"Come on, love, arms up!" Twix says enthusiastically, paws full of soap and fingers wiggling.

"Mhmhm!" Louis giggles, tail twitching as he does just that, almost squeeing in anticipation. His boyfriend's soapy paws stroke him up and down, from neck to belly over and over. Tail wiggling faster, giggles filling the air, he knows what comes next.

Once the front of Louis' is full of suds, Twix moves to his raised arms, occasionally dipping into his armpits. "Who's my foxxo?"

"M-meheehee!" Louis responds as he watches Twix's paws go down his sides.

"Uh huh, and who's my tickle pet?" Twix asks, poking at his ribs.

Louis' only responds with a whine as he giggles, ears flopping.

"That's correct! Know what you win?"

"Whahahat?" As if he doesn't know.

Twix stops. "Sit down and lean back and you'll see." He instructs, sitting down in the bathtub himself.

Louis follows and leans back happily into his lover's lap. "Whahat now?"

Twix's fingers skitter all over Louis' belly.

"EEHEEHEEHEEK!!" He explodes with laughter, kicking his paws adorably as his ears flop.

"Aww, what about here?" Twix snickers as he switches to the fox's rib cage, digging in and counting each one up and down. "I gotta make sure you still have them all."

Louis leans his head back on the feline's chest, smiling up at him. "Ihihihihi dihihihidn't EAT one!"

Twix wiggles his fingers across Louis' chest as well as his ribs and belly. "Really? Good self restraint." He pauses to playfully nom a fluffy fox ear... "PHHHTHT, ugh! Shampoo!" He spits abruptly.

Louis chortles, giving Twix's thighs a squeeze. "I have nomming repellant applied, sucker!"

Wrapping his arms around the grey fox, Twix squeals, tickling Louis' belly in return.

"EEEheeheeheehahaha!" Louis descends further into his laughter fit, squeezing his boyfriend's thighs faster, a spot he knows sends him cat-atonic with laughter.

Twix's eyes widen before he falls back in the tub, squealing and melting for his lover. "Bahahahahahabe!! Aha! AHahahahaha! Youhuhuhu know thahahahahat's a sohohohohoft spohohot!!"

"Heehee, oh yes, and so precious!" Louis smiles back at Twix, who returns a gleeful grin that he can't resist. "Ohohokay, that's it." Louis flips around and locks lips with the orange catto, pinning him as the water washes over both of them... bringing some of the remaining shampoo down Louis' face and onto his lips.

The two pull back from the kiss, wiping their mouths and laughing at each other. "Ugh, gross. Your lips taste like soap!" Louis remarks as he stands back up, followed closely by Twix.

"Speak for yourself, soap ears." Twix fondles his boyfriend's ears. "Your glorious, fluffy li'l fox ears." he coos.

"Mmmnnn, shut up." Louis chuckles, nuzzling into Twix's chest.

"Oh, stop being so cute!' He scrubs the fur on Louis' back, helping to get the remaining shampoo out. "Oop, guess we still have to run you through another rinse cycle." Twix snickers as he ruffles Louis' fur all over, not trying to tickle at this point but doing so all the same.

Louis' tail wiggles as he only continues to nuzzle his kitten, fur all amiss and sticking off in every which direction, but cleaned and rinsed nonetheless. "Hahahave you got ahahany soap stihihill on youhuhu?"

Twix shakes his head. "I know how to rinse properly so I don't bring my soapy fur to bed with me! I'm just helping you learn." He says, stopping now that he's satisfied with the condition of Louis' fur.

"Wha- exCUSE me, I rinse my fur just fine, thank you mery yuch! I... very much!" He sighs. "Words are hard."

Twix reaches to turn off the shower, unphased by the slip up. "Yeah you think that until we're in bed and I can FEEL the soap still left in your fur." They step out and Twix passes the fox a towel.

"Shaddup." He retorts with an ever so convincing giggle.

There's a boop to Louis' nose. "No. Now dry off, doofus, I'm sleepy." He covers himself with the towel and dries profusely, yawning.

"Me too." Louis agrees, doing the same. "And the warm water only made it worse."

Twix, ditching the towel to hug his lover, whispers, "I don't think that's a negative. Sleepy Louis is precious."

Louis fights the butterflies in his belly and bluntly responds. "Ew. You're wet."

"Well, so are you, dumbass!" Twix grabs the other towel and ruffles him from head to toe. "Here, let me help!"

"Gahaha you dohohork!"

Twix doesn't stop until Louis is properly dry. "There, perfect." He says to the bushy mess before him.

"I look like a giant dust bunny, don't I?"

"Yup!" He beams, yet Louis remains unimpressed. "Oh don't worry, I'll brush you tomorrow." He gives Louis his towel to help him dry off similarly. "And then you can have a go at my coat, too."

Louis smirks, rolling his eyes as he towels down a giggly Twix.

The duo, both clean but ruffled and poofed up, slip into PJs and collapse into bed together, much like the writer wants to do right now. Even though he hasn't released a Tickletober story since the 6th, he is desperately tired and needs to make like Twix and pass out. He's hoping to get one more prompt done for this month, and the final one will be the most magical of all...