Sanders & MacArthur Tickle One-Shots Chapter 3 "Quality Time"

Sanders and MacArthur were laying on their beds in their shared bedroom, thinking about what they should do for the weekend. MacArthur suddenly had an idea and smirked as she glanced at Sanders, who was dozing off. She got out of her bed and silently sneaked up on Sanders. MacArthur placed her hands on the brunette cadet's sides and began to tickle her.
"Tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle, Sanders!" MacArthur teased, giggling as she tickled her partner's sides.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!" Sanders laughed. "MACARTHUR! CUT IT OUT! THAT TICKLES!" She begged.
MacArthur stopped tickling and Sanders panted.
"Geez, Sanders! I forgot how much of a ticklish girl you are! I should've tickled you sooner!" MacArthur said.
"I half like and half hate to be tickled, so this is a very neutral response for you tickling me all the time!" Sanders said.
"Well, get ready for this, Sanders!" MacArthur said.
MacArthur tickled Sanders' belly sides.
"MACARTHUR! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Sanders begged, laughing like a hyena.
MacArthur continued to tickle Sanders for 16 minutes.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!" Sanders pleaded while laughing her head off.
MacArthur stopped and Sanders panted hard.
"Man! You're such a freaking ticklish one, Sanders!" MacArthur told Sanders.
"You are too!" Sanders told MacArthur in a smirk.
Sanders wraps her legs around MacArthur's waist and starts tickling her partner's neck with all her fingers.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle!" Sanders cooed teasingly.
"Ehehehehehehehe! Knock it off! You know I'm very ticklish!" MacArthur giggled.
MacArthur tried to get her neck away from Sanders but Sanders' fingers keep tickling her neck regardless. Sanders then slipped her hands under MacArthur's arms and MacArthur widened her eyes.
"Sanders, please! Not my pits! That's the most ticklish spot of my upper body!" MacArthur begged.
Sanders ignored MacArthur's beg and began tickling her partner's armpits.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! MY PIHIHIHIHIHIHIHITS ARE TOO TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHISH!" MacArthur squealed as Sanders tickled the hollow of her armpits.
Sanders continued to tickle MacArthur's super ticklish underarms for 5 minutes and then stopped.
"Okay! I'm ticklish too!" MacArthur admitted. "But I'm not as ticklish as you, princess!" She told Sanders.
MacArthur then tickled Sanders more. This time, the muscular woman was tickling her brunette companion's legs. 
"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOT MY LEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEGS!" Sanders laughed hysterically.
Sanders' legs were her true weak spot when it came to tickling. MacArthur loved to tickle Sanders' on her legs, especially before bedtime. Whether MacArthur squeezed Sanders' thighs and calves, curled and uncurled her fingers on her knees or stroked a finger behind her knees, Sanders would go into instant hysteria.
Category:Total Drama