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🌧️ Chapter 2: The Mighty Knuckle Trap (D.O. & Mokdai)

Dog Operator shivered, pulling the borrowed, oversized black T-shirt tighter around him. He and Yohack had made it back to the train station, but the rain had turned into a torrential downpour, and they had missed the final express train by about thirty seconds. Yohack had already headed home, since he lived closer to the ocean, leaving D.O. slightly stranded and soaking.

Luckily, his co-worker, Mokdai (also known as Mighty Knuckle), lived in a nice apartment complex right across the street.

D.O. stood in Mokdai's warmly lit entryway, looking thoroughly miserable but trying to maintain a professional veneer.

"Oh, D.O., you look completely waterlogged!" Mokdai exclaimed, his green and white fur ruffled with sympathy. He held a towel out. "Don't worry about the floor, just get in here. You can use the bathroom to dry off."

Mokdai was massive and solid, exuding a comforting strength that immediately made D.O. feel safer. After showering quickly, D.O. emerged, having dried his fur and wearing the one thing Mokdai had readily available: an oversized black T-shirt that fell past D.O.’s thighs. It smelled wonderfully of laundry detergent.

"Thanks, Mokdai. I owe you big time," D.O. said, running a paw through his damp white fur. "Sorry for showing up like a drenched street dog."

"Nonsense! Think of it as crisis management," Mokdai chirped, his tail giving a soft, happy thump against the sofa cushion. His tail and ears are a HUGE giveaway... "Besides, I was just about to make some cocoa. Now I have company."

D.O. settled onto the deep, plush couch, sighing contentedly. He was warm, dry, and safe. "Cocoa sounds like heaven, especially since I ran purely on stress today."

Mokdai smiled, but there was a spark of playful mischief in his eyes. He remembered Dog Operator’s frantic little giggles from the beach, and he knew a few more laughs were needed to flush out the rest of that work tension.

Mokdai returned with two mugs. He sat down close to D.O., handing him the cocoa.

"So, Yohack told me about your little... floatation device experience," Mokdai teased, taking a thoughtful sip from his mug.

D.O.’s ears burned instantly. "It was—pfft—it was rehabilitation! And it was entirely undignified. He got me right on the sides, too."

"Sides, huh?" Mokdai mused, running the back of a thick knuckle very, very lightly against D.O.'s upper side/ribcage area, right where the loose T-shirt draped.

D.O. inhaled sharply, nearly spluttering his cocoa. "A-ah! Mokdai!" His tail twitched like a seismograph. He desperately tried to pull the massive shirt down tighter to cover the sensitive area, but the damage was done.

"Oh? Did that tickle? Huh. Weird," Mokdai teased "What if I try here~?"

Before D.O. could fully recover, Mokdai moved fast. Using his Mighty Knuckle grip not for fighting, but for playful Ler precision, Mokdai swiftly secured D.O.'s left wrist with one hand.

With the other hand, Mokdai went straight for D.O.'s exposed tummy, where the shirt hung loosely. He started with light, persistent circles just above the waistband of D.O.’s borrowed boxers.

"N-NOHOHOHO! M-MOKDAI! Wait! A-ahahaha! Th-that's not fair! I just g-got comfortable! EHEE! Stop!" D.O. protested, his voice erupting into that bubbly, high-pitched laughter. He tried to kick his legs, but Mokdai’s solid presence on the couch made it hard to wiggle away effectively.

Mokdai leaned in, his smile wide and bright. He had a killer poker face, enjoying his friend’s misery. "Aww, poor thing," he said, the smugness completely undercut by how sweet and friendly his expression was. "Did the big boss get ambushed by a little wiggle?"

He sped up the circular motion, his fingers light and relentless. D.O. was laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking, trying desperately to use his free arm to pull Mokdai’s hand off, which was about as effective as trying to push a mountain.

"S-STOHOHOP! I'M GONNA! WHEEZE! SPILL! I'M GONNA SPILL THE COCOA!" D.O. gasped, his whole body scrunching up in pure Lee helplessness.

Mokdai pulled back just long enough for D.O. to register the relief, then struck again, this time with a few sharp, quick jabs to the hips.

"Yow! ACK! Mokdai, I swear! I'll put you on mandatory filing duty!" D.O.'s professional threats were completely demolished by his frantic, boyish giggles. "I'M WORKING! PFFT! I'M ALWAYS WORKING!"

"See, that's the problem!" Mokdai chuckled, keeping the tickles going. He gave D.O.'s tummy a final, affectionate rub, then gently released the restrained arm and pulled his hand away entirely.

D.O. immediately curled over himself, clutching his aching tummy and gasping for air. His ears were flat against his head, and his tail was giving a small, rapid thumping noise against the couch.

Mokdai didn't say anything, just let D.O. catch his breath, rubbing his back in slow, soothing circles—the perfect aftercare move.

"Are we... status report: still giggly?" Mokdai asked, grinning down at his friend.

D.O. smacked Mokdai’s arm with a small pillow, earning a light chuckle. "You are such a dork. But... thank you. Seriously. I needed that."

“You’ve spent all day yesterday with him though so it’s my turn.”

“…”

“We already made plans for today though, you can have him all next week!”