Tulip's Food
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
fueler
Looking out between the pancakes, you can see your sister's face, lowered to meet your gaze. Her mouth is wide open, she lunges forward at you and snaps her teeth shut just short of you. Smiling, she says "guess where you're headed, bug!" Her mouth opens again and you get a clear view of the inside. Her tongue is hanging so far out of her mouth that the tip reaches the tabletop. She pulls it back into her mouth and drags it across her top row of teeth, paying particular attention to her incisors.
"Please don't do this, Tulip" you plead. You think that your plea fell on deaf ears, but then you see her hands pry apart the two pancakes that hold you in place. "Thank you" you say, but Tulip doesn't respond. She looks at your body, stuck in a spread eagle position, and pinches your arms to your side and your legs together. "This will be a lot easier for both of us if you don't move" she says and drops the pancake back on top of you. 'Looks like she hasn't changed her mind', you think to yourself as you grimace. She uses her palm to squish the two pancakes together, locking you firmly in place. "Now where were we..." Tulip asks rhetorically and pours syrup onto the pancakes. Syrup slowly flows down over the openings between the pancakes, leaving you blind to the outside world.
Tulip sends the fork slamming down into the pancake, taking care not to stab you. By looking at the pancake, she can tell where you are by a long lump. She hears your faint shouting from inside the pancake, and this makes her smile. She carefully cuts off strips around you, until you are left inside of a somewhat manageable mouthful of a pancake sandwich. She then leisurely eats the other pieces, making moaning sounds to build up the tension for you. After she finishes the last piece, she picks up your piece with two hands and raises it to her face. She presses her lips the edge and uses her tongue to wipe up all of the syrup covering the entrance, allowing you to see what's coming.
Being blinded by the syrup, all you could do was hope that someone would come by and save you. No such luck, you figured out as you stared into your sister's huge face again. "Why are you always so cruel to me?!" you ask on the verge of tears. "You are my plaything, you were born for that reason alone as far as I'm concerned", she replies. "...but... I was born before you. How do you explain that?" you rebuke. "That doesn't matter! If you weren't meant to be my plaything, you wouldn't have been born so small and tough." She pauses, thinks for a second and smiles. " I own you, and I decide what happens to you. Right now, for instance, you are my food. So let's send you where all good food goes. Her mouth opens, sticking her saliva coated tongue out, and pulls you closer.
"Please don't do this, Tulip" you plead. You think that your plea fell on deaf ears, but then you see her hands pry apart the two pancakes that hold you in place. "Thank you" you say, but Tulip doesn't respond. She looks at your body, stuck in a spread eagle position, and pinches your arms to your side and your legs together. "This will be a lot easier for both of us if you don't move" she says and drops the pancake back on top of you. 'Looks like she hasn't changed her mind', you think to yourself as you grimace. She uses her palm to squish the two pancakes together, locking you firmly in place. "Now where were we..." Tulip asks rhetorically and pours syrup onto the pancakes. Syrup slowly flows down over the openings between the pancakes, leaving you blind to the outside world.
Tulip sends the fork slamming down into the pancake, taking care not to stab you. By looking at the pancake, she can tell where you are by a long lump. She hears your faint shouting from inside the pancake, and this makes her smile. She carefully cuts off strips around you, until you are left inside of a somewhat manageable mouthful of a pancake sandwich. She then leisurely eats the other pieces, making moaning sounds to build up the tension for you. After she finishes the last piece, she picks up your piece with two hands and raises it to her face. She presses her lips the edge and uses her tongue to wipe up all of the syrup covering the entrance, allowing you to see what's coming.
Being blinded by the syrup, all you could do was hope that someone would come by and save you. No such luck, you figured out as you stared into your sister's huge face again. "Why are you always so cruel to me?!" you ask on the verge of tears. "You are my plaything, you were born for that reason alone as far as I'm concerned", she replies. "...but... I was born before you. How do you explain that?" you rebuke. "That doesn't matter! If you weren't meant to be my plaything, you wouldn't have been born so small and tough." She pauses, thinks for a second and smiles. " I own you, and I decide what happens to you. Right now, for instance, you are my food. So let's send you where all good food goes. Her mouth opens, sticking her saliva coated tongue out, and pulls you closer.
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