"Ethan, stop!" Layla cried as she was viciously attacked by the large dinosaur in his very own bed. She kicked and screamed like a wild animal, but no matter how hard she begged or fought, she just couldn't get Ethan's heavy body off her own.
"No," Ethan growled as he continued his relentless assault. "Hearing your own screams gives me pure satisfaction…"
"But…. but…." she barely managed to breathe out as tears streamed down her tortured face. "It tickles!"
Another feral growl. "Precisely…" he whispered dangerously before his long rough tongue continued to mutilate her face with unrelenting force, and by the looks of how her crying laughter restrained her from doing practically anything, victory was absolutely absolute. BUT, because Ethan was too busy with his onslaught, he didn't notice Layla's small hands slowly creep up to the pits of his armpits. Then, without warning, felt a flurry of 10 wiggling fingers forcing force on every possible spot.
A giggle threatened to emerge, but Ethan shoved it down his throat.
Seconds later, it came back with a vengeance and stronger than before, but with a little more effort, the dino successfully defeated the evil.
However, third time's a charm.
This time, Ethan's raging laughter was uncontrollable and he was no longer able to keep dog licking Layla's triumphant face. And noticing the opportunity, while still tickling the laughing dino without mercy, the human rolled his heavier frame so that SHE was the torture master on top with her victim ready to be abused below.
"Enough! I yield! I yield!" Ethan begged, his legs, arms, and even his tail lashing just about everywhere fighting for freedom, but to no avail.
Layla only increased the tickling magnitude. "Not until you say uncle…."
Do it! Do it! I can't take this pain anymore! his pleading heart laughed out loud.
Don't do it! Admitting defeat is a sign of weakness! his brain angrily interjected.
"Uncle! Uncle!"
Scrub…
Layla's tickles finally came to a halt at the moment of Ethan's defeat, much to his relief. Now, taking in the silence, Ethan was simply lying in his bed breathing heavily together with the young girl sitting comfortably on his torso.
"I win again!" Layla cheered victoriously, fist pumping the air.
Usually, a comment like that would make anyone salty, but Ethan being the kind gentledino he is, just smile and gently placed his hand on the back of her head, Layla made no objection as she was pulled into his scaly but affectionate embrace with her cheeks on his leathery neck and head under his muzzle.
In the beginning, Ethan despised even the thought of committing the barbaric act known as play fighting because he thought it only something wild animals would do. However, with enough persistence from one little girl, he was ultimately introduced into the wonders and fun of trying to make your friend almost die of laughter before they admit defeat.
Though if there's one thing Ethan still despised about the game, it's the fact that he can't beat Layla in it no matter how hard he tries. Probably because the dinosaur was ticklish just about anywhere.. Neck, ribs, armpits stomach, you name it.
"Let's go again," Ethan said with determination. "This time, I'll make persuade you to spell out uncle instead of saying it. If you can spell it of course."
Hearing this, Layla wiggled out of his hug and stared down at him with her hands on his chest and forming a mischievous grin. "You're on…"