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Iris shushed the otter, placing a finger to his lips as they stumbled into the darkened house. "I got roommates," said the glow-in-the-dark skunk in a sultry whisper.

The otter nodded and kissed her on the lips. "I can do that."

She hooked her finger into the neck of his shirt and led him to her bedroom, her natural yellow bioluminescence and the neon blue glowstick wrapped around his wrist their only sources of light.

A minute later, skunk and otter were in a state of undress. Iris lay on her back on the bed, legs spread, her huge, fluffy tail mirroring the stirring in her loins. She beckoned him to join her, tongue passing over her dry lips, faintly glowing eyes narrowed.

He climbed onto the bed, boner bobbing back and forth. "Yeah, you want my dick, cutie?" he asked. His nose touched hers, and he took in the scent of her arousal, of the aquatic fragrance of her perfume.

Iris thrust her hips and breathed in sharply through her teeth as the tip of his cock grazed her clit. She nodded. "Been waiting all night," she said amidst raggedy breaths.

The otter smirked devilishly. While he didn't say anything, his brown eyes glinted in a way that was unmistakable--"no," they said. "You want dessert before the appetizers?" He tutted and made his way down her body, hands flat on the mattress and pushing down, his muzzle caressing her neck. "What's wrong with a little foreplay?" The otter let his lips rest on her nipple.

She smiled, and a cute mewl of excited frustration came out. "You've been teasing me all night," she exclaimed.

And she wouldn't have been wrong--Iris'd been trying to sweet talk the bouncer into letting her into the underground rave, which is when he'd caught sight of her and told the Doberman with the pockmarked face manning the entrance that she was with him.

"Consider this as a way to pay me back the favor."

Since then, set after set, they'd danced, cheered, hollered, her ass grinding against his crotch, eyes swiveling up to meet his every single time his fingers tweaked her nipples through her tank top as the bass-heavy music coursed through them.

"You drive a hard bargain," she crooned, letting the side of her tail brush along the side of the otter's cock.

He descended, now at the flustered skunk's navel. "My rates are competitive, but they're fair." He sniffed at her tummy and planted a gentle kiss on her belly button, where the stud of her piercing was.

Iris gasped; her leg kicked up, her knee missing his ribs by an inch.

"Wow there!" he said, stomach sucking in. A drop of pre detached from the tip of his cock and disappeared into the fur of her fluffy tail.

"I'm sorry." She took a deep breath. "I'm just super ticklish." A smile played on her lips. "But anyway, I was gonna say . . . I hope I get what I'm paying for."

"Everyone leaves five-star reviews." He now stared at Iris's pussy, at her scintillating clit. It glowed the same fluorescent yellow as the parts of her that weren't white. "I do not disappoint."

Iris opened her mouth to say something, but, string of saliva stretching between her lips, the breath caught in her throat--he'd begun peppering her clit with the softest of kisses. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. She yanked the pillow out from beneath her head and squeezed it, spread, curling fingers sinking into the down.

He purred from his throat. "What's wrong?" he managed to mumble out, lapping at her pussy lips. "Never been eaten out?" He finished with a teasing flick at her clit.

She shivered in pleasure and shook her head. "Holy shit, that's, oh jeez, that's so good! Yeah, yeah, right there!"

Over the next minute, with the otter's spit mixing with her juices, Iris's toes curled tighter into the linen till her claws ripped at the cotton, and her breathing became more and more frantic. "You're gonna make me cum!" she exclaimed. Her tummy tightened, and her eyes, before rolling into the back of her head, caught sight of the piercing blue light of the glowstick tossed into the corner of the bedroom.

He cruelly took his muzzle off her twitching pussy lips. "Not so fast, cutie."

"No!" Iris's toes splayed open. "What the hell, man?" she said, craning her neck, glaring at him. "Why'd you stop?"

He trailed down her squirming legs. "Again, why the insistence on dessert?" He nuzzled her knee and placed his hand on her thigh. "Gotta take it nice and slow," said the otter, squeezing her thigh in a consoling gesture.

Again, Iris freaked out--a shrill gasp escaped her, and her tail shot up.

He sputtered, snout crinkled up, picking a hair of Iris's tail fur out of his mouth. "Jeez, what was that for?"

Iris tittered, her teeth glowing diffusely in the light of her own body. "Sorry, you startled me," she said, rubbing the spot where he'd pinched her upper leg. Her face felt warm, a consequence of both embarrassment and lust. "It tickles if you do that."

"Don't think I've ever met anyone as sensitive," he said. He got to her ankle and, one knee bent against the edge of the mattress, another foot planted on the ground, he lifted her paw up with just a finger till the bottom of her foot was an inch away from his muzzle.

She sighed in frustration, ticklish smile still playing on her lips, and threw the pillow back against the headboard. "You gonna give me a pedicure or what?" Iris asked, reaching for her pussy.

"Can't a guy admire a cute paw when he sees one?" he quipped. "Trust me, you're going to find this really relaxing."

"Am I now?"

"Always works like a charm."

A soft moan escaped Iris as she began massaging her clit. "OK, just don't touch un--" The words morphed into a giggle, and then into a guffaw as he let his broad, wet tongue travel up the bottom of her foot. At the height of her hysterics, her leg jerked by reflex, and her heel crashed into his nose.

"Ow!" He scowled and staggered backwards.

"Shit!" she yelled amidst the ticklish laughter, curling up and rubbing her foot. "I'm so sorry, hahaha! I'm just so ticklish."

Erection waning, the otter scowled and padded towards the corner of the bedroom, where the crumpled-up pile of clothes was. "Maybe we should just leave this for another time," he proffered. He grimaced and pulled his pants up. "You don't seem to be in the mood."

"No, please, hahaha! I'm sorry. Did I hurt you? I didn't mean to."

Truthfully, she hadn't--the finale of her tickle-induced antics, the bop, was merely disconcerting, albeit disconcerting enough to kill the mood as far as he was concerned. "No, it's not that," he said, belt buckle tinkling as he pulled his shirt on. "I just remembered I have to be somewhere else."

With her juices dribbling onto the bedsheet, he hightailed it out of the house, buttons mismatched, tail pointing straight up.

A good minute after the door had closed, Iris's laughter faded into a gentle chuckle. Her desire, too, had faded, too frustrated to continue--the thought of losing out on a good dicking on account of her ticklishness frustrated her beyond belief, and, after tossing and turning for an hour, she screamed into her pillow. As the glowstick in the corner fizzled out, the skunk eventually slipped into restless sleep.

---

Despite being handcuffed and having her ankles restrained, Iris managed to wiggle her buttocks while her head rested on the armrest of the living room sofa. "You guys sure this is the only way?" The yellow-and-white skunk drew in a long breath and released it, letting the tension drain from the tips of her fingers and toes.

Ruby, who sat on the couch with Iris's paws on her lap, responded: "Well, there are, of course, other ways." The field mouse grinned coquettishly and twirled a white feather between the tips of her fingers. "But I do think this is the best way. Right, Alison?"

"You got that right." Alison the brown beaver had scooted up right next to Iris. She'd made herself rather cozy on the bean bag, legs crossed under her. She exchanged knowing glances with Ruby. "It is kind of mean, but that's because it's effective."

Iris narrowed her eyes at the feather--the mere thought of it going anywhere near the bottoms of her feet made her whiskers twitch anxiously. "You know," she started, only for a couple of nervous giggles to escape her. "I, uh, think I'm OK being this ticklish."

Ruby and Alison shook their heads in unison.

"That isn't what you said this morning," said the beaver, flicking the silver bullet vibrator in her hand to life.

"I was mad, OK? I say dumb stuff when I'm upset."

"I guess you're always mad then, huh?" Alison joked, poking Iris's side.

Iris squealed and flinched away from the tickle. "You guys are horrible."

"Nuh-uh," said Ruby. "We'd be horrible if we didn't help a friend in need."

"Mhm," chimed in Alison. "After all, you asked us to get rid of these tickle demons that plague you."

"And it's our duty to make sure your next hookup goes without a hitch!"

"I didn't ask you to tie me up like last year, jeez," said Iris, brows furrowed.

Alison chuckled and booped the skunk's nose. "Come on, you know you liked it."

"Nope. I hate tickles."

"Well, Iris, what do you like, hm?" Alison stuck the tip of her tongue out and, much to Iris's surprise, grabbed hold of one of her nipples. "Maybe another kind of tickle?"

Iris gasped as Alison began to rub the yellow nub of sensitive flesh between her thumb and forefinger. The skunk's huge tail, pinned between her ass and the couch, flicked its tip up and down.

Ruby smirked at the skunk's twitching toes. "Aw, look at you," she crooned. "Someone getting turned on?"

"Shut the fuck up, Ruby," said the skunk, gulping loudly before that last word. Iris's belly button piercing, a curved barbell with a faux yellow gemstone, glinted in the light of the living room chandelier as she squirmed. "I didn't get to cum last night. You know that."

"Aw, poor baby." Ruby reached over and tapped the restrained raver's ankle. "Spread your legs a bit. Alison's gotta get her toy in there."

The skunk complied. Keeping her feet in Ruby's lap, she wiggled her butt closer to Ruby and bent her knees ever so slightly. Iris then spread her legs by parting her knees just a bit. Her eyes--the same faint yellow as the glow-in-the-dark parts of her fur--traced the thrumming head of the massager as Alison, delicately gripping the vibrator with three fingers, pinky sticking out, brought it closer.

"Attagirl." A second later, Alison found the skunk's fluorescent pussy.

"Fuck yeah, right there," Iris said under her breath. She smiled wide and looked at her two roommates.

Ruby tutted. "Don't get carried away now," she said as Iris looked dreamily at Alison's teasing fingers and the massager whirring away against her clit. "You know the rules."

"Mhm," continued Alison. She circled the skunk's now erect nipple with the tip of her claw. "We tickle you and you react, even the slightest?"

"We stop touching you." Ruby twirled her whisker, and her tail snaked behind her--sure signs that she was in a devious mood. "And when we mean the slightest, we mean the slightest."

"Let alone smiling or laughing, your nose twitches, you make a face, you blink too hard, yeah?" said Alison.

"And we take the vibrator away."

"I really dunno if I can do this," said Iris, the lips of her pussy now glistening. Her thigh tendons and muscles tensed under her fur.

"Well, does Iris like her orgasms?" teased Ruby.

"Of course!" Iris's breathing picked up. "What the fuck kind of question is that?" Her pussy lips twitched, and a rivulet of pussy juice zigzagged down her pussy and taint. "Shit! Speaking of orgasms!" A drop of her lube detached and disappeared into the fluffy fur of her tail. "I'm gonna cum in less than a hot minute!" she said in a breathy whisper.

As Iris laid her head back to welcome the waves of orgasmic pleasure, Alison lifted the vibrator off her nub with a cruel flick of the wrist. A thin, clear line of pussy juice stretched between the hood of her clit and the buzzing head.

"No!" The skunk thrust her butt and then stared daggers at the two smirking females. "What the fuck is your problem?!" she yelled, hands balled up into tight furry fists, the handcuff chain tethering her paws together taut.

Alison stopped teasing the skunk's tit and caressed her cheek. "I forgot. We gotta give you some tickles to see what the baseline is."

"Oh, that's right." Ruby snickered under her breath. "My mistake, I meant to remind you before, Alison. You see, we planned to do this scientifically."

"Because if you're a good girl and manage to block out the tickles and have yourself a nice orgasm, then we'll test how ticklish you are after you cum. Gotta see if we've conditioned you into not being tickly."

"Scientifically my fuzzy ass!" protested Iris, wet pussy twitching in frustration. She groaned angrily and threw her head back. "You're doing this to fuck with me!"

Alison waggled her finger in front of Iris's pouting face. "We're doing this to help you, silly. You're our friend, after all." She walked two fingers up the side of the skunk's chest.

With Iris's toes pulled back towards her, nipples throbbing along with her pounding heart, the skunk watched, eyes narrowed, as the beaver's claws got closer and closer to her underarms. "Bullshit. You didn't even tickle me!" She flinched each time Alison's fingertip sank into the space between two ribs.

"Well, that orgasm kinda snuck up on you, Iris," replied Ruby. "Alison here can't help it if she remembered right when you were gonna."

"It snuck up on me because I'm pent up, and you fuckers know it," protested Iris. "You--hahaha!"

Alison had gotten to her armpit and took delight in scritching at the soft skin under Iris's fluorescent yellow fur. "Baseline ticklishness is a solid eleven out of ten," she chirped over Iris's involuntary giggles, her flat tail thumping against the bean bag in glee.

"And if you want to cum," said Ruby, "you better show us absolute zero out of ten, Iris."

Alison's fingers stopped dancing on the girl's underarms. "I'm gonna be nice to you now." With the ticklish skunk still giggling, again, the soothing vibrations found her clit.

Iris moaned. Both of her nipples pulsed a couple of times, glowing bright with each throb.

Alison and Ruby laughed out loud.

"Damn, you're like a fucking lightning bug," quipped Alison, tweaking Iris's nipples between two fingers. "I bet you light up like a Christmas tree when you cum."

"Lightning bug?" asked Ruby. "Is that what you call fireflies?"

"Hey, clam it. I'm from Staten Island, it's what we call them there."

Iris, half-oblivious to the conversation, bit her lip and breathed in through her teeth.

"Tiebreaker time!" said Alison over the monotonous hum of the vibrator. "Iris, 'lightning bug' or 'firefly'?"

Iris gasped silently and reached back to grab the armrest with her cuffed hands. "I say fi--" With her elbows touching and pointing at the ceiling, handcuff chains rattling, her claws dug into the synthetic microfiber upholstery. "I'm gonna--"

"Hey!" protested Alison. "I asked you a question!" She pinched Iris right in the curvy part of her waist.

Within the span of half a second, Iris's eyes shot open, and, as she teetered right on the edge of orgasm, a shrill guffaw of ticklish laughter escaped her. Alison immediately wrenched the vibrator off Iris's glistening pussy.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" yelled Iris. She sat up and tried to make a grab for the juice-soaked massager, but Alison's reflexes were quicker.

"Nope! You know the rules."

"You tickled me right when I was gonna cum!" She glared at Ruby, and then at Alison. "You're gonna sit there and tell me you didn't fucking plan that?"

"You were being rude! I asked you something and you got distracted there." Alison lay back in the bean bag and crossed her arms. "If anything, you owe me an apology for ignoring my question." The beaver sported a cloyingly smug smile.

Iris rolled her eyes. "Fine! I fucking say 'firefly,' all right?" She plopped back down and thrust her ass. "Can you fucking make me cum already?"

"Well, _someone_swears like a sailor," said Ruby.

"Oh, will you shut the fuck up, Ruby? Trusting you guys with this shit was the biggest mistake ever." Iris's face scrunched up in anger. "Alison, that thing better be on me in less than a hot minute," she said, an annoyed grit in her voice.

Alison shook her head as if shrugging off a toddler's temper tantrum. "Aren't we bossy?" She leaned forward and tickled the irate skunk under the chin.

Iris growled and jerked her head away from the beaver's touch. "Screw you, Alison. I'll bite your finger off."

"I know what'll calm you down." A second later, Iris's clit was, once again, under the rather intense vibrations of Alison's massager.

Iris cleared her throat, and, after shooting the mouse and the beaver the dirtiest looks, closed her eyes. "You guys are fucking lame," she complained. "How can you just keep doing that right before I cum?"

"We went over this, Iris," explained Alison, circling Iris's clit, buzzing all the way down her swollen lips. "If you didn't react to the tickle, then you would have cum." She flicked the vibrator over the skunk's clitoral hood.

Iris curled her toes hard--a fact Ruby gleefully took note of--as she tried to block out how much she enjoyed Alison's teasing. "I'm never going to win this stupid game or whatever it is."

"Not with that attitude you won't," said Alison. "Now, try to keep your shit together, yeah?"

Iris sniffled and took a deep breath. On the exhale, eyes still closed, she nodded. "Fine," she said.

"Concentrate, Iris." Without warning, Alison began prodding Iris's ribs, focusing on the space between ribs 8 and 9.

Iris mustered all the willpower she could, barely managing to reign in the urge to squirm away or giggle. She felt her whisker twitch, but, thankfully, Alison kept the massager on her, so she figured she was out of the woods.

Alison's grip around the massager tightened. "A trooper, huh? Putting up quite a fight there."

"That area, like, between the ribs is real bad." Ruby bit the tip of her finger. "Surprised you're not freaking out, Iris," she said, flashing Alison a conspiratorial smile.

A third time that afternoon, the skunk approached potent climax. As Alison's hand jumped from ribs to sides to underarm, Iris, much to her own surprise, found the tickles easier to ignore the closer her orgasm was. "Fuck!" Right as the ecstasy was about to crescendo, right as she was about to arch her back, right as her pulsing, glowing nipples became as hard as diamonds, Iris gasped and held her breath, convinced that she'd trained herself out of her ticklishness and that she was about to reap the orgasmic rewards.

Iris, on the verge of release, spread her toes--and Ruby, dastardly Ruby, made her move. A split second before the pleasure of orgasm consumed her, Ruby, a fiendishly wicked smile plastered on her face, dragged the feather between the skunk's big and second toes.

Too focused on blocking the tickles to her upper body out, Iris yelled, squeezed her toes shut around the teasing feather, and burst into a high-pitched giggle fit.

Again, Alison yanked the massager off the hapless girl right before the big moment.

"NO!" Iris thrashed. "GOD! FUCKING!" She bucked, and a guttural growl of exasperation filled the living room. "I fucking hate you guys!" she exclaimed, muscles straining against her fur. Pussy juice oozed down her engorged lips and her taint. "Seriously, fuck both of you. I hope neither of you ever has an orgasm ever again!" The skunk let out a banshee roar of pure, unbridled rage and threw her head back against the armrest.

"Aw." Alison flicked Iris's nipple. "We're just trying to help, Iris."

Iris flinched, trying not to scowl and show her arousal. "By being cunts?"

Alison and Ruby oohed in unison.

"I guess she's really upset," said Alison.

Ruby nodded and scritched at the bottom of Iris's paw, making the skunk harrumph and jerk her ankle away. "She only busts out the C-word if she's furious."

"But that's not a problem." Alison's protruding incisors bit down on her lip as, yet again, she flicked the vibrator over Iris's engorged clit, making the hood dance left and right. "'Cause if Iris here gets to cum, I'm sure she'll calm down."

"Get fucked," said Iris sternly. Her ass began to rock back and forth, but, after a couple of twerks, she willed herself to stop. "I'm never forgiving either of you. You're both fucked in the head!"

"All that anger's good," said Ruby. "It'll help her focus and not be so damn ticklish."

"I know, right? You know anyone as ticklish as Iris here?"

"Shut the fuck up." Iris's tone still had that acerbic inflection, albeit with a telltale warble. "I bet you two are just as ticklish. Maybe even more."

"Tickle fight!" suggested Ruby in singsong. "Any of the beds will do. They're big enough."

The beaver licked her lips. "We can talk about that later." As Iris's tummy rippled and her breathing became labored, Alison nodded--a signal for Ruby. "Right now, our friend here's close again."

A shit-eating grin decked Ruby's face, and she went for the skunk's feet, scribbling her pointy claws all over her white soles.

Alison, too, vibrator in one paw, poked Iris's side, ribs, underarms.

But, this time, Iris was absolutely determined to climax. She fought tooth and nail to ignore the urge to pull her legs off Ruby's lap, to squirm away from Alison's devilish fingers, to throw her head back and laugh. "Oh fuck!" she moaned. A horrifically earth-shattering orgasm, a result of all the unwanted edging, approached. "I'm gonna . . ." Her pussy and butthole puckered up.

As Iris's back arched off the couch, a clear sign that she'd tipped over the edge and was going to orgasm no matter what, her friends mercifully withdrew their hands, except the one teasing the skunk's now iridescent pussy. In those few seconds when Iris floated in space, weightless, Alison spoke in a soft whisper to break the silence, her voice barely audible over the creaking sofa as Iris's ass sank into it. "There we go. That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Iris answered in the form of an ear-piercing howl of pure orgasmic pleasure. "OH, FUCK, YEEEEEES! ARRRRGH!" Her toes curled impossibly tight, and her cunt--like her nipples--throbbed and glowed a scintillating yellow. Iris's body shook and shuddered as if she were possessed by a thousand devils.

"Holy shit, I am so jelly," exclaimed Ruby. "She just came for all three of us."

"More like the whole town," said Alison.

Another howl of ecstasy escaped Iris as her pulsing pussy squirted all over the couch, her legs. "YES, YES! UGH!"

Alison cupped a paw over the skunk's breast. "Yeah? Come on, cum your guts out, Iris," she said, holding the vibrator firmly against Iris's clit, subsurface scattering making the edges of her hand glow red as Iris's nipple throbbed against her palm. The beaver wedged two free fingers into Iris's pussy, the other two, thumb and forefinger, carefully keeping the silver bullet in place to not interrupt the skunk's climax. "Holy shit, you're leaking so much! Squeeze my fingers, Iris, good girl!"

"ALISON! YES! FUCK ME, FUCK MY PUSSY!" Iris grunted and thrust her pelvis into the beaver's teasing fingers; they were just long enough to curl and massage her G-spot. "HARDER! HARDER!"

"Think she does Kegels?" said Ruby, referring to the orgasming skunk's spasming pussy lips.

"This is gonna leave a bruise or two," quipped Alison.

Iris hissed through her teeth, gasped, and moaned softly through the dregs of her orgasm. Finally, with a satisfied mewl, she melted into the couch. "Holy fuck," she muttered amidst deep breaths as Alison clicked the massager off. "That was better than all the raves I've been to put together," she said, brow furrowing briefly as the beaver pulled her fingers out of her twitching, glistening pussy.

"We need to get the couch reupholstered," said Ruby--indeed, a good dollop or two, or three, of the skunk's natural lube had dribbled onto her tail, and a lot more had sprayed the microfiber. She reached over and scooped some of Iris's pussy juice off the cushion. "Naughty skunk, you made a mess."

"Your damn fault for teasing me so bad." Iris giggled and lifted her butt off her tail and draped it over the backrest. "If you're serious, I ain't paying for it. I got parties to go to." She scooted up the sofa and laid her head back. "Maybe even bring back someone," she said, eyes closed, a hitch in her voice. Iris sighed as post-orgasmic euphoria washed over her.

"Shut up," said Alison. She stuck the tip of her tongue out and tasted Iris's juices, licking them off the vibrator and her fingers. "You always sneak in without paying anyway, you little cheapskate."

"I only did that once, Alison," said Iris, rolling her eyes. "And I didn't 'sneak in,' alright? I knew one of the DJs that was playing."

Ruby crossed her legs and let Iris rest the bottoms of her feet on her thighs. "By 'knew,' you mean you fucked him?"

Alison and Ruby laughed; Iris, instead, groaned.

"The dude was a good fuck, OK?"

"Did he also try and tickle you like the guy yesterday?" asked Alison.

Ruby gasped. "That reminds me."

Iris's ears perked up; she otherwise remained relaxed, basking in the glow--both literally and metaphorically--that came after orgasm. "What are you talking about?"

"She's right!" squealed Alison as Ruby grabbed hold of Iris's ankle. "We gotta tickle you, now that you've cum."

"Mhm." Ruby scritched at the edge of Iris's foot, where the yellow fur stopped and the white countershading of her soles started. "Gotta be scientific about this."

The skunk eeped and pulled her paws away. "No!" Iris, eyes widened, cords in her neck straining against the sweaty fur. "I'm not ticklish anymore! Weren't you paying attention?"

"You're not? Where're you going with those paws of yours then, hm?" Ruby grabbed hold of the chain that bound Iris's ankles together and pulled her feet back into place. "We have to finish your treatment!"

Iris's toes curled tight. "You don't have to do this! Is it because I called you cunts?" Iris giggled nervously, sitting upright, cradling her huge tail. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I say dumb shit when I'm upset."

"See how she freaked out when I touched the side of her foot?" Ruby asked. "You think maybe her orgasm's made her, like, ultrasensitive?"

The skunk's heart sank as her eyes went back and forth between the encroaching Ruby and Alison. "Don't touch me!"

"Only one way to find out," chirped Alison.

Before Iris could get another word in, Ruby hopped onto Iris's legs, straddling the skunk's knees, and pinning her down to the sofa with her ass facing Iris.

Alison, too, after throwing the vibrator aside, jumped off the bean bag and onto the restrained skunk. "Hello, my pretty," said the beaver, shoving Iris's tail out of the way, her back pushed against Ruby's so that the mouse's tail coiled around hers.

"Girls! Get off!" pleaded Iris.

"Silly girl," said Ruby. "We already made you get off."

Ruby and Alison attacked; the beaver grabbed hold of the chain fastening her wrists together and pushed her arms up to expose Iris's sides, ribs, and underarms; Ruby, likewise, cracked her knuckles and began raking her claws up and down the poor skunk's soles.

"No, I fucking hate--HAHAHA!"