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Barry here is demonstrating what's called "the meanie motion", a particular way of tickling. This is a comic commission done for me by Nugget_kun , all credit goes to the artist!

Guest-starring Zang the Zangoose, a character owned by ! This comic has a story that comes with it, so feel free to stay around and take a read!

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"Heh heh. This'll be fun, Zang! I swear!" The Pokemon-hybrid holds a cheeky grin on his face, as he rubs his little hands together in contemplation. The fire-type effortlessly floats around the now suspended-in-mid-air-Zangoose, keeping the larger Pokemon relatively restrained thanks to his psychic abilities. Even though the Zangoose is a little more than double Barry's size, his psychic hold is effective enough to safely levitate the Pokemon few feet above the ground. Zang gives his orange fuzzy friend a sigh, he's seen it all, he didn't particularly expect much from this. It took Barry a lot of convincing him to keep him relatively helpless like this, but the insistence of the Mewmander plus the promise of sirloin steak eventually convinced him.

"Hmph. What's so special about this instance? I've been assaulted by brushes of all kinds, licked by goats, attacked by sharp Meowth claws... amongst other things. This had better be worth it." Zang rests his hands on his torso, the sharp claws keeping put for the time being. He could find that his arms can move, but his body is as if he's lying on a bed unable to move it whole. Although he could also move his head and crane it upwards, he couldn't bend upwards to reach for anything, much to Barry's relief. Apparently Zang is quite the struggler in situations like this!

"I'll show you!" Barry chuckles, a wave of his hand tilting the left paw upwards, his paw pads on full display. "Aww what cute pawbeans you have. I wonder how sensitive they are when I do this to them?"

Zang didn't bother replying, as Barry knows full well how ticklish his paws are, particularly his paw pads. He tries to remain stoic, not showing any kind of emotion or weakness as Barry's claws make purchase right in the middle of the main pad. Despite his stoicism, the Zangoose's eyes widen as he feels those Mewmander fingers; they're small but have fine little claws at the ends, making them excellent to dig into a plushy area like this. Barry swipes his claws up and down along the pad's entire length, its texture rough and weathered, like worn out leather. However, this doesn't seem to inhibit his sensitivity much given the many nerve endings here being relatively close enough for those prodding fingers to have an effect. Closing one eye, Zang fights the urge to giggle, the air rising up his throat as he makes little grunting noises. What makes it particularly bad for him however, is that the damned Mewmander has also kept his toes in place so he can't scrunch them up to lessen the sensation or protect the pad.

"Hmmmpht!"

Barry delights in the sounds, his flame-tail swooshing left to right in excitement, hearing his friend suffer a mirthful fate. "You need to keep your fingers rigid, like so. That way, you can apply more pressure per square inch when you dig in. Pads are particularly good for this because even though in some cases they can be rough, like yours, it doesn't take much to penetrate such defences... after all it's the first thing that hits the ground, is super important for balance and has a bajillion nerve clusters. Isn't that cool?" Immediately, Barry's fingers work in unison, raking heavily up and down the helpless, plushy paw pad.

"Gaah! Eeeahaha! EEEAHAHAHAHA!" That raking drives the Zangoose crazy, causing him to burst out into laughter, increasing with every rake. Even if the skin here is tough like leather from a worn-out couch, Barry's words still ring true as the little raking claws here are super-effective! This raking persists for several seconds, if Zang could flail his limbs around, he could. But they're stuck in place, leaving only his arms to hug himself, rocking left to right. His floofy tail hovers below him, unable to make a defensive swipe either. He's now at Barry's complete mercy, but the worst is yet to come.

"Kitchy koo! Aww, tickwish much?" Barry teases, the tickling transitioning from a brutal raking to a collection of individual finger patterns. "What makes this special, what makes it differ from the rest, is the dexterity required to make each finger do their own little thing. Observe." Barry's hand itself is dragging the fingers up and down the pad still in a rake-formation, but the fingers have their own tickling subset. One is making swirly patterns, one is poking like a woodpecker and the last finger is making a zig-zag shape. This combined pattern of tickling is something Zang did not expect at all, throwing him into greater throes of laughter! "See? That's why it's called the meanie motion!"

"WAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Despite Zang being in hysterical blabbering laughter, floating a few feet in the air at the complete mercy of a hybrid Pokemon he could grab like a stuffed toy, he had to be impressed by how brutal this technique is. Perhaps he could use it on Ray at some point. Or even better, the Mewmander himself! Barry laughs along with his friend, as the Zangoose starts to flap his thick, strong arms up and down as if he's pretending to fly. He cranes his head up a bit, tears flowing from his eyes as the Mewmander's fingers have their way with his sensitive paw pad. Oh how he wish he could grab onto this little twerp and give him a taste of his own medicine! Alas, the psychic hold is too strong, at least for now. Perhaps it'll weaken very soon as it must take an immense amount of concentration to do this. He'll bide his time, laugh hysterically and take it like a Zangoose should. This steak better be worth it!

Description
Barry here is demonstrating what's called "the meanie motion", a particular way of tickling. This is a comic commission done for me by Nugget_kun , all credit goes to the artist!

Guest-starring Zang the Zangoose, a character owned by ! This comic has a story that comes with it, so feel free to stay around and take a read!

---

"Heh heh. This'll be fun, Zang! I swear!" The Pokemon-hybrid holds a cheeky grin on his face, as he rubs his little hands together in contemplation. The fire-type effortlessly floats around the now suspended-in-mid-air-Zangoose, keeping the larger Pokemon relatively restrained thanks to his psychic abilities. Even though the Zangoose is a little more than double Barry's size, his psychic hold is effective enough to safely levitate the Pokemon few feet above the ground. Zang gives his orange fuzzy friend a sigh, he's seen it all, he didn't particularly expect much from this. It took Barry a lot of convincing him to keep him relatively helpless like this, but the insistence of the Mewmander plus the promise of sirloin steak eventually convinced him.

"Hmph. What's so special about this instance? I've been assaulted by brushes of all kinds, licked by goats, attacked by sharp Meowth claws... amongst other things. This had better be worth it." Zang rests his hands on his torso, the sharp claws keeping put for the time being. He could find that his arms can move, but his body is as if he's lying on a bed unable to move it whole. Although he could also move his head and crane it upwards, he couldn't bend upwards to reach for anything, much to Barry's relief. Apparently Zang is quite the struggler in situations like this!

"I'll show you!" Barry chuckles, a wave of his hand tilting the left paw upwards, his paw pads on full display. "Aww what cute pawbeans you have. I wonder how sensitive they are when I do this to them?"

Zang didn't bother replying, as Barry knows full well how ticklish his paws are, particularly his paw pads. He tries to remain stoic, not showing any kind of emotion or weakness as Barry's claws make purchase right in the middle of the main pad. Despite his stoicism, the Zangoose's eyes widen as he feels those Mewmander fingers; they're small but have fine little claws at the ends, making them excellent to dig into a plushy area like this. Barry swipes his claws up and down along the pad's entire length, its texture rough and weathered, like worn out leather. However, this doesn't seem to inhibit his sensitivity much given the many nerve endings here being relatively close enough for those prodding fingers to have an effect. Closing one eye, Zang fights the urge to giggle, the air rising up his throat as he makes little grunting noises. What makes it particularly bad for him however, is that the damned Mewmander has also kept his toes in place so he can't scrunch them up to lessen the sensation or protect the pad.

"Hmmmpht!"

Barry delights in the sounds, his flame-tail swooshing left to right in excitement, hearing his friend suffer a mirthful fate. "You need to keep your fingers rigid, like so. That way, you can apply more pressure per square inch when you dig in. Pads are particularly good for this because even though in some cases they can be rough, like yours, it doesn't take much to penetrate such defences... after all it's the first thing that hits the ground, is super important for balance and has a bajillion nerve clusters. Isn't that cool?" Immediately, Barry's fingers work in unison, raking heavily up and down the helpless, plushy paw pad.

"Gaah! Eeeahaha! EEEAHAHAHAHA!" That raking drives the Zangoose crazy, causing him to burst out into laughter, increasing with every rake. Even if the skin here is tough like leather from a worn-out couch, Barry's words still ring true as the little raking claws here are super-effective! This raking persists for several seconds, if Zang could flail his limbs around, he could. But they're stuck in place, leaving only his arms to hug himself, rocking left to right. His floofy tail hovers below him, unable to make a defensive swipe either. He's now at Barry's complete mercy, but the worst is yet to come.

"Kitchy koo! Aww, tickwish much?" Barry teases, the tickling transitioning from a brutal raking to a collection of individual finger patterns. "What makes this special, what makes it differ from the rest, is the dexterity required to make each finger do their own little thing. Observe." Barry's hand itself is dragging the fingers up and down the pad still in a rake-formation, but the fingers have their own tickling subset. One is making swirly patterns, one is poking like a woodpecker and the last finger is making a zig-zag shape. This combined pattern of tickling is something Zang did not expect at all, throwing him into greater throes of laughter! "See? That's why it's called the meanie motion!"

"WAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STAAHAHAHAHAHAP!" Despite Zang being in hysterical blabbering laughter, floating a few feet in the air at the complete mercy of a hybrid Pokemon he could grab like a stuffed toy, he had to be impressed by how brutal this technique is. Perhaps he could use it on Ray at some point. Or even better, the Mewmander himself! Barry laughs along with his friend, as the Zangoose starts to flap his thick, strong arms up and down as if he's pretending to fly. He cranes his head up a bit, tears flowing from his eyes as the Mewmander's fingers have their way with his sensitive paw pad. Oh how he wish he could grab onto this little twerp and give him a taste of his own medicine! Alas, the psychic hold is too strong, at least for now. Perhaps it'll weaken very soon as it must take an immense amount of concentration to do this. He'll bide his time, laugh hysterically and take it like a Zangoose should. This steak better be worth it!