"Darkyyy," Anti whined as he crawled onto my lap as I worked on the computer.
I let out a sigh, "Yes, kitten?"
"I, um... I-I-" "Spit it out, kitten," I said as I looked down at him.
"I'm, well... i-in a l-l-lee mode," He said, using the same puppy eyes he uses when I refuse to use the shock collar on him.
"I'm busy right now, kitten," I said sternly, and his face dropped.
"O-oh..." he whimpered, then ran off. I sighed and returned to my work.
I heard giggling coming from our room, weird. I stood up and walked to our room, the door was closed. I quietly opened the door to see Anti, lying on his back on the bed, gently tracing his ribs and giggling up a storm.
I silently awed and pulled out my phone to record it. What, this is important blackmail for the future!
I heard a squeal, and looked back up from my phone to see Anti poking at his right side, causing himself to let out a quiet snort and an adorable, tiny squeal. I put my phone in my pocket and just watched.
"Anti,"
"Oh! D-Darky!" He said, surprised, pulling down his black and green hoodie, and I smirked, letting him know that I knew.
"What were you doing, kitten?" I asked, sitting down beside him on the bed.
"N-n-nothing," He said, scooting back.
"I think you're lying, you know what happens to liars, right?" He eyes widened, and he jumped up to try to run, but I caught him, "They get tickles!" With that, I dug into his sides, making him squeal as my fingers buzzed at the sensitive skin.
"Nohohohohohoho!!! Dahahahaharky!!!" Anti squealed and snorted as my fingers tapped and scribbled against his oh-so sensitive right side, "DAHAHAHAHARKY!!!!!!" He shrieked, and I just chuckled, continuing my attack. My kitten struggled in my grip, but I tightened my hold on him.
"There's no point in resisting, kitten, you're stuck here until the tickle monster is satisfied with your tickle session," I teased, poking and prodding his ribs, eliciting a snort from the neko alter. My fingers dug mercilessly into his skin, which earned me another adorable shriek. He let out incoherent pleas for mercy through his high pitched, boisterous laughter, but I knew he didn't mean it. If he really wanted it to stop, he would use the safeword. Through his shrieks of laughter, I heard him squeal "break", and I stopped quickly, still tightly holding him against my chest, mostly so he wouldn't fall. I scooped him up and gently placed him on the bed, then ran to the closet. Anti knew what I was doing, and immediately ran, and I chased, but not before grabbing my tools of choice.
I wrapped one arm around him, and he squeaked as he realized he'd been caught.
"You shouldn't have run away, Anti, that was bad, and bad kitties-" I held out my other hand, each of my fingers had artificial metal claws on them, "-get punished!" Which that, I ruthlessly dragged the claws up and down Anti's right side, using my other hand to hold his arms above his head, and to keep him on his feet. Anti let out a high pitched squeal and the strange feeling. It had been a while since I'd used the claws on him, I only used them on special occasions. My kitten tried uselessly to squirm away from my grip, but to no avail. He was, once again, trapped until I decided he'd had enough, and I wasn't nearly done with him.
