Helplessly pinned to the bed by the somewhat stronger Skunk, Sanchi could only Flail and and wiggle vainly as the tickles seemed to rain down upon him at every spot at wasn't covered, which were many.
After having pounced Flair earlier in a failed attempt to do just what he now has happening to him, Sanchi very quickly found himself out-wrestled and over-powered. Having already lost one sock to the battle, it appeared his shirt was going next, which would leave him all but completely vulnerable and at at the mercy (or lack thereof) of the purple skunk's tickley pawpads.
The age-old tactic of locking his legs around his opponent in an attempt to roll his opponent failed as well to gain him the upper hand in this battle he'd started. Sanchi could only writhe and twist his body in feeble attempts to escape the hellish torture he'd brought upon himself withing a matter of minutes. Flair was relentless and near-perfect in his attack and every time Sanchi moved to cover himself in a spot that had been tickled he was already at another. With the last of his energy and will to fight gone Sanchi could only twitch wildly and continue to laugh as he felt the front of his diaper grow warm from an untimely release brought on by his predicament.
Sanchi was beaten, Flair knew it and this was gonna be a very long tickly night for the poor kitty who was so sure of himself mere minutes ago.
The moral here- One year in age difference apparently means a lot in a tickle fight XD.
operationfluff 
