[Mental-Mouse]

And with those words the boi started to flail about madly...well the tickling didn't help. It was really much like having an over active vibrating cushion on your lap. One that was warm, spilling cake all over the place and making strange giggles. Tory really wanted to say something. Or Run away. Or just be knocked out. But all he was going to get was PURE ABJECT TERROR as the tiger demon godmanthing talked about his impregnation plans for the boi. And despite the boi knowing it was IMPOSSIBLE! (Silly Boy!) He could not help but have his mind race through a series of images. All concerning him being with the creature's cubs. "O Gawds!" He part shouted part giggled out as his mind reached the mental images of the birthing process and the incredibly painful logistics of that EXPERIENCE!