Total Ridonculous Tickling "MacArthur's Ticklish Side"

Here is one of the Sanders/MacArthur oneshots of Total Ridonculous Tickling.
MacArthur was hiding under the blanket, waiting for Sanders to come into the living room. Soon after 10 seconds, Sanders enters the living room.
"Hey, Mac-" Sanders said.
"TICKLE ATTACK!!!!" MacArthur shouted as she jumped out.
MacArthur pounced on Sanders, pinned her down, smiled and tickled her sides.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MACARTHUR! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Sanders pleaded, laughing as MacArthur tickled her extremely sensitive sides.
"Man, I love it when you're really ticklish! You always bust out laughing and giggling whenever I tickle you!" MacArthur said, ignoring Sanders' plea.
MacArthur lifted Sanders' shirt and started to blow raspberries on her stomach.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOT THE RAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASPBERRIEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES!" Sanders screeched as MacArthur blew a raspberry on every spot on her belly.
"Yes, the raspberries!" MacArthur said, ignoring Sanders as she continued blowing.
MacArthur eventually stopped blowing and tickled Sanders' ribs and armpits.
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! MACARTHUR, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Sanders squealed as MacArthur tickled the hollow of her armpits.
"I'll stop if you say uncle, Sanders!" MacArthur said.
MacArthur started blowing raspberries on Sanders' neck while tickling her chest and flanks at the same time.
"UNCLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! UNCLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! UNCLE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I SAID UNCLE!" Sanders hollered within her laughter.
MacArthur finally stopped tickling Sanders and allowed her to breathe. When Sanders' breath was fully recovered, the slender cadet looked up at her curvy partner.
"What?" MacArthur asked.
"I think you're ticklish too, MacArthur!" Sanders said.
MacArthur busted out an amused snort by this.
"You think I'm ticklish too?" MacArthur chuckled.
"Yes!" Sanders said.
"You can tickle me but I'm not ticklish!" MacArthur said.
"Alrighty then! How about a little bet?" Sanders asked.
"What's the stakes, Mrs. I'm Really Ticklish?" MacArthur asked, calling Sanders "Mrs. I'm Really Ticklish" in a playful way.
"If you bust out laughing within 10 minutes of tickling, I'll claim that you're officially ticklish and tickle you more as punishment for lying to me but if you don't, I'll claim that you're officially not ticklish and you get to tickle me as punishment for thinking that you're ticklish!" Sanders said.
"You're on!" MacArthur said, shaking Sanders hand.
Sanders pinned MacArthur down so that way, she was on top of her. She then pulled off MacArthur's pants and looked down at her fairly toned legs.
"Nice legs!" Sanders told MacArthur, smiling.
MacArthur nodded "thank you" as she smiled.
"Ready?" Sanders asked.
"Heck yeah!" MacArthur answered.
Sanders started kneading MacArthur's legs. MacArthur bit her lip and Sanders smiled at this. Sanders picked up the kneading pace and MacArthur started snickering.
"I'm hearing snickers!" Sanders said.
"I'm *snicker* not *snicker* ticklish!" MacArthur said between her snickers.
Sanders slowly tickled MacArthur belly, ribs and sides and MacArthur started giggling.
"Oh! Do I hear giggles from Mrs. I'm Not Ticklish?" Sanders asked teasingly.
"No! *giggle* You're not hearing giggles! *giggle* You're hearing things!" MacArthur said, struggling to hold in her giggles.
Sanders tickled MacArthur's armpits and MacArthur kept giggling.
"I think I'm gonna win our bet!" Sanders said.
"No way! *giggle* I'm gonna win! *giggle* Cause' I'm telling you, Sanders, I'm not ticklish!" MacArthur said, giggling uncontrollably.
As Sanders moved up her fingers to MacArthur's feet, MacArthur began to worry.
"Oh geez! Not the feet! Anywhere but there!" MacArthur thought as sweat dropped down her face.
After placing her hands on her partner's feet, Sanders began tickling. That's when MacArthur finally cracked, bursting out onto hysterics and squirming around like crazy.
"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! CUT IT OUT, SANDERS! THAT TICKLES!" MacArthur laughed hysterically as she squirmed like crazy.
"Bingo! Looks like you're ticklish after all! I win!" Sanders said.
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! IT'S TOO MUCH!" MacArthur pleaded, laughing hysterically still.
"Sorry, but we had a deal! And, since you lied to me, I'll tickle you everywhere for an hour!" Sanders said.
Sanders tickled MacArthur everywhere for an hour.
"GYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'M SORRY FOR LYING TO YOU, SANDERS! NOW, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" MacArthur begged.
Sanders stopped tickling MacArthur and MacArthur panted like a crazy tired dog. Once MacArthur caught her breath, she sat up and looked at Sanders.
"Whoa! I didn't know you were so ticklish, MacArthur!" Sanders told MacArthur.
"Yeah. I guess I'm pretty ticklish." MacArthur admitted. "But, you're not going to tell anyone except our friends about my weakness, right?" She then asked, worried that Josee might find out about her weakness.
"Trust me, MacArthur, my lips are sealed and your secret is safe with me and our friends!" Sanders told MacArthur.
"Thanks, Sanders, you're the best!" MacArthur thanked as she hugged Sanders.
Category:Total Drama