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Amy Tickle Tested For Snorts

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Amy Tickle Tested For Snorts


    The Earth was so wonderful at peace. There was so much time to doing things she really liked, this light blue haired girl with the shy attitude. She leaned back on the couch and flipped through a magazine, reading, or rather studying the articles, when her boyfriend, a young man named Chris came up and sat down next to her.
    He was one of the few male Sailor Scouts out there. Some folks refered to to them as Sailor Knights more than Scouts, but Christ, aka Sailor Forte really didn't care one way or not. He and his fellows did their job just as much as the girls did. Who cared what the galaxy or Earth, who now knew of the secrets of the group, said? He was happy just to be right where he was.
    He put his arm around his girlfriend and leaned over to give her a kiss, and groaned as she playfully pulled away. "That's not nice," he said.
   "Your armor smells, silly," she giggled.
    Sailor Forte playfully smelled the golden metal, and smiled. "Not sure it could smell any differnt than what it does. He looked completely gold, save for a green jewel in the middle of his helmet. On the sides of the helmet were streaks of silver or perhaps a very shiny gray.
   "You know what I meant, you goofball," the sixteen year old said. She'd been a Scout for two years, actually longer compared to the fact that all the scouts had been pushed into a curse or a spell nearly generations in the making. Had that not happend, she figured she and most of her friends would have been gone and dead by this day.
   "Did I know?" he smiled and tried to kiss her, but again she pulled away, in pretend protest.
   "You did so," she said, stretching her arms. Her bright pink shirt lifted just a bit of skin and she giggled. "Well you do, of course." She laughed, and saw the twinkle in his eye, but pretended not to. "Anyway I am studying for university."
    Sailor Forte, hooked an index finger down over the magazine and stared upside down at the article. The picture of a foreman and his crew razing an old building greeted him. "So, you're studying for a field in deconstruction then?"
   "Yes, I mean no... umm," she blushed, realizing that she had been caught.
   "How cute! I need to get you a hard hat and a notepad now, and everything. But you'd really look cute," he laughed. "Of course I doubt Rei would be happy. I always saw her as a forewoman kinda gal."
   "Will you stop it, Chris," Amy said with a sigh. She put her magazine down and stretched again, folding her hands over her head.
    Chris chucked and took advantage of that, as he was sure she expected. He reached up quick and tickled her under her left arm, making her squeal and clamping her arms down. "Aww that tickle?"
   "Maybe," she cooed. Amy was so shy most of the time, never too much a flirt. Well, perhaps when she had been brainwashed and turned evil to become Dark Mercury she might have been. But even in her supposed nightmares she still could not remember any of what happened during that time.
   "So how about a kiss?"
   "How about a bath?" she giggled with a wink. Chris was totally different and brought out a side she didn't know. A side she liked. One of great adventure but at the same time, safety. Most guys might take a chance of this encounter and do whatever they wanted. Chris however would have rather taken a bath of pure acid, then ever take advanatage of her, making or tricking her of doing something she didn't want.
    He studied her for a long time, and smiled and tickled her ribs. Amy squealed and wiggled, for a few seconds wiggling away from him, then flat onto the couch flopping like a little trout out of water. Which was ironic, her being the Scout of Water.
   "Teeehehehehehehehehehehehehehe stahahahahahop," she giggled.
   "Aww but you have the cutiest giggle, and sometimes you even snort," he teased.
   "I dohohoho not," she squealed, grabbing at his fingers. He stopped and let her breathe. "I do not snort," she said, her tone regal in tone. Most of her school mates had heard that tone, though it wasn't used in anger. The girls when she was younger, all assumed it meant she had an air of superiority, and was snotty. None of that being the case.
   "Let's find out," he teased. He lifted her shirt just a little, ever so modestly, and blew a rasberry on her stomach, just below her navel.
   "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAH HEHEHEHEHEHHEEHEHEH TEEEEE HEHEHEHEHEH, STAHAHAHAHAHAHOP!" Her face instantly became red.
    Chris let her breathe again, and then blew a few more, on her stomach, under and around her navel. Occasionally he'd wiggle a finger in it, making her squirm and giggle even more. Her hands flailed and playfully tried to grab his hands, once or twice succeeding. But she didn't do much to force him to stop.
   "So, agree that you snort, when you laugh?" he chuckled.
   "Have you heard me snort yet?" she teased back between gasps of air. Chris shook his head. "Then that answers that, doesn't it?" she asked with a wink.
   "Okay you are going to get it now girl!" he pounced and tickled her ribs and sides again. His fingers attacked under her arms, holding an arm up to stop her from clamping down. Again and again he rasberried, and he tickled her hips and thighs.
    Amy squelled so high she sounded like a chipmunk. "NOT THERE AHAHAHAHAHAH YOU KNOW NOT THERE IN PUBLIC BEHEHEHEHESIDES MY MOHOHOHOHOM WOULDN'T BE SOSOHOHO HAPPY."
    Chris blushed and slowed down there. Amy wasn't all that ticklish in that area anyway, in fact as far as he knew, the least of her spots. And while she didn't mind it once in a while that was always something like a ten or fifteen second spot anyway under her rules.
    Besides, he had something more fun. He turned and pinned her legs, and undid her shoes and socks. "Snort?"
    Amy looked really unsure. She was breathing heavily and sweating a little. She swallowed, and then a look of playful defiance came back. "No. I don't snot." Chris shrugged and stroked her bare soles. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH HEHEHEHEHE AHA HEHEHE AHAH EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEH NAHAHAHAAHHAHAA NOHOHOHHO HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE, HEHEHEE  KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE, AAAAAHHHH AHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
    Chris was chuckling himself, as he held on tight, willing at the arches, and the balls of her feet, spreading her toes apart and tickling between them. He also knew that when that click laugh started, that 'kekekekekekeke' a snort wasn't too far off.
    He stopped for a few minutes, glad the lobby they were in was still very empty, and that no one save for a few here and there hadn't come in to look. There were a few disapproving glares, a few rolls of the eyes. But others seemed to see it for what this was, harmless boyfriend/girlfriend fun. Especially where she wasn't honestly begging to hard, and most could see that she was egging him on the attack.
    Chris massaged her red toes and arches a bit as she breathed, her gasping slowing down, and then renewed the tickling, using the tips of his nails to gently rake across her soles. One guy watched with too much interest, and Chris stopped and glard at him long enough for the poor devil to slip away into the shadows, staring at his girlfriend's feet. Both of them shuddered at that.
    He wasn't opposed to feet interest. Amy had such adorable piggies, but Chris was also not extreme with the fascination either. And the one time she playfully asked him if he'd like to like them or her toes, he commented that if he had to do that, he'd need a large bottle of wine to wash them with. Very, very strong wine. Amy, who had watched an old episode of Home Improvement with him knew of the line and giggled, letting the issue go. Honestly had he said yes, she might have poured the wine over his head!
    As soon as he could hear her breathe normally he resumed his attack with more viogr, and Amy shot into such a high orbit of laughter it quickly became silent for a few seconds. "AHAHAHA AHAH AHAHA AHAHAH AHAHAHA AHAHA!"
   "Hey, good Woody WoodPecker voice, babe!"
   "JEHEHEHEHHERK," she giggled. Amy swalled and attemped to hold the giggles in, shaking her head, clamping her mouth shut tight, but that lasted less than a minute, and she was back at it again. "HEHEHEHEH KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEKE KEEECK KEEEECK KECCCKE KEKEHEHEHEEHEHE KEEEECK." Her face at the sound grew such a hot red color, she might have been confused for a tomato.
    As if on cue, Chris stopped the attack, and massaged them again. A smug grin on his face. "Told you, you snort."
    Amy's retort was to stick her tongue out at him as she regained her breath. She lay on the couch for a good five minutes, allowing him to rub her feet, and put her socks and shoes back on. Then as she continued to lay there, he walked over and gently massaged her shoulders, which she was thankful for too. All that thrashing did a number on them. Course, he was responcible for the thrashing, but oh well.
     She sat up about ten minutes after the torture ended, and punched him in the shoulder. "Jerky, jerk, McJerkula!" she teased. He feigned sorrow and hurt feelings, which made her giggle. "But at least if you are, then your still mine." Amy reached over and wrapped Chris into her arms, kissing him with the strength over her being.
A request from :iconenkermkn001: who wanted his OC Sailor Forte to playfully tickle Amy.

I own neither Amy, nor Chris.

Nor anything Sailor Moon.

For those new, do not ask for a request right now, I am mainly only doing them for friends I have talked to for at least over three years, or just commissioned. See my main page to see what I charge.

I do agree with the requester there, there needs to be more Amy tickling here on DA. So long as its clean.
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I just love this. There's nothing I like more than a girl who snorts when she laughs. Please do more stories with characters snorting. :8)