Frumpy Umpy Umpkin

Soft Spot

"T-thahahat's not true! Juhust behehe funnier!" he sassed before snapping his mouth shut. His teeth were grit together in an attempt to keep his laughter at bay. But he knew as well as they did that it would break through the barricade of his lips.

"See, that's another thing," Molly said, shaking a finger in his direction. "You provoke us." As he spoke, he raked his blunt nails from the top of his ribs, all the way down to his hips where his hands rested. Caleb barked out a startled laugh, but his giggles died back down to normal as Molly and Fjord waited for his defense.

"Oh plehehease, you all attack me for no reason!" he argued. He gasped, falling into breathy giggles and snorts as Molly scratched along his waistline. His cheeks were bright pink and he wiggled his hips back and forth trying to get away. He bucked and barked out a shrill laugh as he squeezed his hips.

"We don't need a reason when you make yourself such easy prey," Molly teased, rubbing circles on his hipbones that drove him completely mad.

"Oh scheiße juhuhust shuhuhut up! Plehehease!" he whined. Since his arms were trapped under Fjord's legs, he couldn't even hide his bright red face.

"See, that's another thing," Fjord interjected, scratching at that spot just behind his ears that made his shoulders scrunch and the bubbliest giggles come out. "You only ever tell us to shut up or stop teasing, but you never tell us to actually stop," he said with a rather satisfied smirk, pitching his voice an octave lower just because he knew Caleb couldn't stand it. A flustered whine mingled with his laughter, causing both his tormentors to chuckle.

"Nohohot true!" Caleb shot back. Molly grinned as he started rolling his shirt up. He froze, eyes glued on his every move even as giggles continued to flow from his mouth. Molly hovered his hands over the newly exposed skin, wiggling his fingers in the air.

He shut his eyes and turned away, giving Fjord the perfect opportunity to go for his neck. He squealed and scrunched back up, fading giggles returning with force. Molly poked around the quivering tummy sporadically, making Caleb jump and squeal each time.

"Really? I can't think of a time when you actually asked us to stop," Mollymauk pondered aloud, scratching across his stomach. "And I mean just look at you! All skinny and soft, practically made to be tickled," he taunted. Caleb's face looked like it was on fire, the poor thing.

"Bitte Molly I wahahasn't- fuck Ihihi wasn't m-mahahade to behehe ahahanythihihing!" his words dissolved into a string of deeper chuckles as his hand shook on his belly, twisting from side to side and kicking.

Molly shook his head and tsked. "Now that's just sad. Everyone's made to be something, even mopey, ticklish wizards like you," he said, fingers crawling up his ribs. His back arched off of the bed, infectious laughter filling the room. When Fjord started kneading down his biceps, he shouted for help. The half orc snorted in amusement.

"An' just who do you think'll come to your rescue?" he asked, raking blunt nails up and down his underarms. A soft "mrp" sound came from behind him, as if answering his question. Frumpkin walked up upon hearing his master's cry from help and leaned in to rub his chin.

"Nohohot you too!" he squealed as Frumpkin nuzzled around his ears and neck. His wet nose and whiskers drove him up a wall, but he still tried to stay still so as not to hurt his beloved cat.

Fjord skittered his fingers all over his hollows before trailing up, squeezing his arms lightly. Caleb couldn't stop the onslaught of snorty hysterics he was thrown into. Molly barked out a laugh of his own when he saw the cat join in on the fun.