#ler!icky licky

Inspired by @Level-up-eevee (couldn't tag :<) fic

Summary: Icky Licky decides to use different kinds of brushes to tickle CatNap.

Icky Licky and CatNap were just hanging out when Icky had an idea. He grabbed a paintbrush, a soft hairbrush and a scrub brush. He turned to CatNap and decided to ask him a question, because Icky doesn't just tickle someone without a warning.

"Hey CatNap," Icky said, getting CatNap's attention. "Is it okay if I testing something on you?"

"Oh, sure," CatNap said. "Um... what is it?"

"I'd like to see... which of these brushes tickles the most," Icky said, grabbing the paintbrush.

"Oh, okay," CatNap said nervously. "I suppose it's fine..."

"Great, now let's start," said Icky, starting to tickle CatNap's tummy with the paintbrush. CatNap started to laugh.

"That tickles!" CatNap said as he started laughing from the paintbrush tickling him. Icky tickled everywhere on CatNap's tummy, making him laugh.

"Coochie coochie coo!" Icky said, tickling with the paintbrush.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M SUHUHUHUHUPER TIHIHIHIHIHICKLISH!" CatNap said through his laughter as Icky kept tickling him.

"Let's try this brush," Icky said, grabbing the soft hairbrush and brushing it against CatNap's tummy.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIT! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" CatNap said through uncontrollable laughter as the hairbrush tickled his tummy.

"Wow, you're laughing up a storm!" Icky said, continuing to tickle CatNap's tummy. He grabbed the scrub brush and started scrubbing CatNap's tummy.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP TIHIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!" CatNap protested through his laughter as the scrub brush tickled him. Icky thought the scrub brush was too much for him, so he took a feather and tickled CatNap's tummy.

"Kitchy kitchy kitchy kitchy coo!" Icky said as he tickled CatNap with the feather.

"PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP! HAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCY! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" CatNap pleaded through his laughter as his sensitive tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for CatNap, Icky stopped tickling him and let him up. CatNap hugged his midsection and caught his breath.

"Turns out the scrub brush tickles the most, but I decided it was too much for you," said Icky, shyly.

"It's okay, I'm fine," said CatNap, not letting go of his midsection.