WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU ABOUT SPECIAL DOGGOS

YES HELLO THERE IS A SNIVY HIS NAME IS VALLION AND A FENNEKIN HER NAME IS PANNE DON'T TALK TO ME I WROTE THIS AT 1 AM AND ENDED AT 3 AM IN THE MORNING BECAUSE I WAS INSPIRED BY MY HEART BONER NO DON'T TALK TO ME THIS IS SOME FIRST DRAFT BULLSHIT NO THEY DO NOT FUCK STOP TRYING TO MAKE THEM FUCK BUT IT'S STILL PRETTY MUCH NSFW BECAUSE OF THE HEART BONER AND MAYBE THE ACTUAL ONE BUT IF YOU'RE FROM THE WRITETHREAD STOP LAUGHING AT ME CUZ I DO WHAT I WANT




	"Hey, Panne." He spoke trying to hide the growing smirk his face. The devious thought continued to spin in his head, the only thing he had to do was just make the delivery perfect. She'd get a taste of her own medicine soon enough.
	"Hm?" She glanced back absentmindedly and pivoted her ear towards him. Vallion could hardly contain his mirth as he approached and leaned in as if to deliver a secret. With a sharp inhale he began.
	"What does the Octillery give if he wants his friends to laugh?" He said with as straight a face as possible. It was a mere second before Panne's eyes widened and she tried to jump away, but it was already too late. Vallion's vines had already moved into position and caught her mass before any momentum could be gained. In one swift motion she had been flipped over to her back, his vines tangled around her front legs and made certain there'd be no escape.
	"No, no no no don't you da-" Was all Panne managed before he climbed onto her torso and stared mischievously into her agape, frightened eyes. "Ah, so you know the end of your own joke?" His smirk had grown into a full-blown uncontrollable grin. To no avail she struggled to slip her way out of the position, back legs kicking and body twisting all about. At this point she was just wasting her energy, especially so considering he took the moment simply to watch her grievously anticipate the first jolt.
	"Don't. You. Dare." She mouthed. Despite this Vallion knew she was completely vulnerable to his whims, and he relished constantly how much her breathing raced and the scared little heartbeat he felt pumping away in the fur beneath him. "Ah, the punchline is 'ten-tickles', right?" He said as he gently brushed his leafy arm against her right side. The elicited gasp and twitch were all he needed to continue his onslaught of teasing. For but a second more he gently scratched into her plush coat at the skin beneath.
	"Aah-hh! S-stop, Val!" Panne cried out as she squirmed underneath him. Next was so simple as well, he would just run his arm up and down the whole length of her side. From the front arm all the way back to her flank Vallion tenderly trailed back and forth a few times just to hear the adorable reaction. The touch was so light it seemed she didn't know how to react, jerking about constantly and stifling the few giggles that attempted to escape between her erratic breaths. Perhaps she was going to put up a bit of a fight after all, hm?
	He tried teasing both sides so that she would have nowhere safe to twist. Even harder would she silence herself from the electric sensation racing through her, even going as far as to bite down onto her tongue to keep control. It was hard to imagine anything more adorable, but he could certainly try for a better reaction in a few different ways.
	Suddenly Vallion stopped and stared intently at her expression. She hesitated a moment to breath, then took in a huge gasp when she realized the opportunity still stood. It was a matter of seconds passing until carefully, swiftly, he gave a little jab to her belly. The yelp was as instantaneous as her embarrassment.
	"Hey!" Panne shouted irritably, but caught her tongue as she saw Vallion lift his hands playfully. Without a second thought he brought them down on the fox's sensitive underbelly and went wild. The constant tensing of muscles beneath him only spurred his assault even farther. He could hear the laughter catch in her throat perfectly according to the spams of her abdominals. There surely was only so much she could take before all could hear that contagious laugh of hers, and with how intensely her face fought against her smile such a melody would soon erupt.
	Every so often he would change techniques just to keep driving her senses for a loop. At first he utilized a claw gesture to scratch and poke at the ticklish skin underneath her fur, but it seemed that combining such with the occasional raspberry proved more than effective at forcing her to resist laughing. It was when he focused both hands at her belly that the giggles finally started to pour from her maw. Slowly and at intervals at first, but it wasn't too long before no amount of willpower could withstand the tide of laughter twisting around inside of her. With a final gasp she threw her head back and roared with mirth.
	Vallion continued on a few moments more before relinquishing his attack and giving her time to breath. It seemed Panne finally fell to the grasp of fatigue, going limp at the first opportunity and breathing so heavily he had to lift himself slightly to allow her lungs space. No doubt she'd get him back, with twice the viciousness when he next least expected it, if this encounter were to end here. With the same gentle touch as before he climbed forward several inches and began grace the sides of her neck. She twisted her head to escape the tickling and snickered, but the motion was in no way as violent as before.
	Deliberately he trailed down from her neck to her chest and placed both hands beneath the soft fur. With as much tenderness as he could muster, he began to stroke up and down her torso. She squirmed at first to the touch, but very quickly would she relax and fall soothed instead. Vallion took in fully her plushness as he massaged the hyperactive muscles underneath. He had been so enthralled with her reactions that he had forsaken his own heavily beating heart.
	Panne hadn't even noticed that he had withdrew his vines a long while ago, nor did she seem to care about her freedom. Instead the loving touch of the Snivy seemed to cause her to forget the struggle not minutes ago and shiver from the grace of it. It was at this point he decided to bring attention to more than just her chest and belly. But not in a lewd way you sicko, with an infatuated fascination he pet up and down her upper legs and played gingerly with her unresponsive paws. At times she'd make either the occasional deeply-contented moan or an incredibly long sigh while at the mercy of his endeavors.
	Finally Vallion pulled himself forward to be perfectly level with her eyes. Feeling the motion she lifted her head up slightly and stared at him with half-open eyes and a gaping mouth which threatened to drool from comfort. He couldn't believe how effective that was, he had barely pet her for more than a few minutes and she was practically sedated from it. With a yearning smile he stroked the side of her face and leaned in to deliver the softest of kisses to the tip of her nose. Truly, this one cherished their special doggo.