Author's note: This is adapted from my writing dot com account.

The next day, Rufure sat in his tent, studying tomes, endeavoring to improve his strategies. Upon feeling a light tap on his right shoulder, he turned to behold a petite lady more beautiful than the day and night together. Her eyes sparkled like polished amethysts. Her auricles, so much prettier than any hume's, tapered. She was crowned with flowing tresses of lime hues, sprouting from her head in the colour of a lime's pulp and flowing down her back in the shade of a lime's rind. She was clothed in a dress of four pieces, a lacy white top which revealed her fair shoulders, her midriff completely devoid of muscle tone, and her naturally hairless axillae when she raised her dainty arms, each of which she adorned with matching detached sleeves, white and fluffy as pristine snow. An emerald-hued skirt extended from just below her slender waist to the earth.

Rufure gasped in wonder of the fair creature, to which she responded with giggles of pleasant lights. 'Yay, Rufure likes it,' she giggled happily.

'Pretty girl,' Rufure breathed, 'How may I assist you?'

Rufure's wife, who he found irresistibly lovely, answered gaily, 'This is a new outfit just for kicks and giggles and you don't have to do anything in particular for Nono. Nono is glad to take you away from your books and lessons.'

Rufure smiled affectionately at sweet, lithe Nono. Wondering if she would like to continue the game they played yesterday, he inquired, 'Pretty girl, are you ticklish?'

'Nono isn't ticklish at all,' the slight girl answered with a smile and a wink.

Grinning along with Nono, Rufure queried, 'Is that so?' and he lovingly caressed her facial cheeks, eliciting cute giggles from the beautiful dragon girl. He fondled her prettily tapering ears, whereupon her expression of mirth ascended into delighted laughter. 'Aww, my sweet wife is ticklish,' he uttered, while the man and his wife both blushed with pleasure. Nono raised her arms to the heavens and he seized the chance to circle his fingers in her axillae, an action which delighted her, if her rapturous laughter were any indication. He continued to tickle under her arms for a moment, enjoying her pleased chortling, then he experimented with light touches on her shoulders and the sides of her abdomen. She reacted to the former by peals of laughter and the latter by gales of giggles. Such an adorable girl does not exist among humankind.

When the digits of Rufure's hands started to expose Nono's midriff to ye olde coochie coo, she quivered and exclaimed, 'Kyahahaha! Not there!' He stopped the tickling immediately, for it should be a playful expression of love, not unpleasant in any wise. Nono gave him a stunningly cute open-mouthed smile and said, 'Nono is jesting. Tickle Nono all you wish, if you dare.' She winked and stuck out her tongue. Rising to the challenge, he really started in on her, and she laughed in the most beautiful voice this side of paradise.

The strategist of Iris picked up a quill pen from his desk and pretended to fill the feather with ink by spinning it in Nono's sculpted navel. The action lifted the adorable mamkute into titters of glee. With the quill's feather end rather than its scratchy tip placed on Nono's bare midriff, which was smooth as silk, soft as feathery down, Rufure wrote in nonexistent ink, 'Note to self: Nono is very ticklish, especially her midriff. When she laughs, she doubles in beauty. Is her sweet spot right beneath her well-developed belly button?' He ended the note by tickling his beloved wife where the note indicated, his fingers playing with her hypothetical ticklish spot, just under her umbilicus. He twirled the feather tip of his quill for good measure in Nono's navel, then returned the quill to his desk. A silly, lovesick smile was his countenance while he beheld the beauteous girl while she roared with ecstatic, ticklish laughter.

Calming down in a flurry of super cute giggles, Nono surprised the strategist with the answer, 'Rufure, listen. Nono must correct Rufure's strategist note on Nono.'

She said no more for the moment, so he voiced his astonishment, 'Did you really understand the words I wrote on your midriff? I knew were sensitive there, but such precision,' in his amazement, he forgot to finish his sentence. Nono giggled cheerfully and nodded vigorously. Rufure said to her, 'Well, of course you don't have to reveal your ticklish spot, even to me, if you don't want to do so.' Before the strategist could rephrase a classic statement about how silly it was to disclose your weakness, the grand dragon in her form starkly resembling a nigh-human lass picked up his right hand, spread his fingers wide, and placed it on her uncovered midriff.

'It's Nono's tummy,' Nono revealed. Awed by his wife's beauty and her display of trust, Rufure blushed. Finding the circumstances romantic, the mamkute blushed in return.

'Let me get this straight,' Rufure said in a wobbling voice, as if he were a love-struck youth talking with the young lady of his affection. 'Your tummy is your ticklish spot; you are equally ticklish all over your tummy.' Nono smiled, posed gracefully, and nodded.

Rufure embraced his dream girl, running his hands through her cascading locks, gently tickling her supple back. 'Yippee!' Nono cheered, 'Nono is so glad Nono met Rufure's expectations,' she giggled blissfully. He paused in wonder, considering whether she just read his mind. 'Yes, indeed. When Rufure and Nono fell in love, you opened your mind to Nono,' she affirmed amid her cute giggles.

That was the stunning blow of the day. 'Eeeek! Please don't faint, Rufure!' his caring wife exclaimed. Blushing tomato red, he chuckled and sat down, breathing deeply with his head lowered toward the ground. He thought whatever pleased his fair lady would do; he realized he had no need to say it.