It’s worth making sure, wouldn’t you agree?

After all, if someone makes a bold claim such as them being so clean that they’re “squeaky”, wouldn’t you be at least a little tempted to rub something against them and see if it squeaks? In this case, if it “snickers” and “snorts” too. It isn’t like Mike didn’t expect to be touched there one way or another though; he put them out in the open in the first place! Thing is, I’m willing to bet he didn’t consider the fact that he can’t pull away when he’s all confined to a bathtub, so he’s stuck putting up with these one-finger pokes and prods.

Sure, maybe flesh-on-flesh isn’t an interaction that produces a “squeak” to prove the “squeaky clean” part, but how could his trainer resist? With paws presented, and an accepted request to verify cleanliness, a finger began stroking against Mike’s weakest spot: The crease between the halves of his main pad. Wet and slick with soapy residue, the digit slid up and down with ease, forcing his face to contort into a toothy smile. Gripping the tub, Mike endured the touches as they became lighter and quicker, lips peeling back further by the second. The toes on his other paw began to squirm, and his breathing began to stagger, when his trainer opened his mouth and revealed his intentions. “Oops! You missed a spot~!”

Hope Mike doesn’t get it any worse than he has so far. But… now that I think about it, he might not mind that much. If he really gave a damn, he probably would have found the earliest opportunity to tell his trainer to buzz off. Instead, he’s tanking the tickles like a champ. Considering the smug expression he had in the beginning, and how he occasionally enjoys his beans being squozen, it almost seems like he sees this as a game!

Well, if it’s a game, better play to win~!