"Pleheheheeeeaase! What do you want?" giggled Zoe helplessly, as the Fethermon brushed back and forth, back and forth, up and down those bare, sensitive armpits of hers. She tried to bend her back, leaning forward, as if that would somehow lighten the tickling. But Ticklemon relentlessly stroked inside her bellybutton with the same mercilessness.

Zoe was in a real-life nightmare. Her hips and belly were what she chose to show off the most, and ironically she was most ticklish in those areas. " No! No! Nohohohoooaahahaaa...!" she cried, eyes squeezed shut and chest rising and falling. Starting to become exhausted, Zoe lay her head back as her laughing temporarily faded to nearly inaudible squeals and gasps, her face smiling and redder than red, while Fethermon swept inside the deepest parts of her armpits slowly, and Ticklemon ferociously tickled her bellybutton with one hand, and teased the rest of her soft tummy and ticklish ribs.

Another long minute passed, which left poor, ticklish Zoe in tears of laughter.