Candy for Kitty
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 26
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
"F-f-fine..." You concede, forcing yourself to step forward slowly onto the quivering pink monster in front of you. As you feel your foot sink into the slimy surface with an audible squelch, its owner gives a slight contented sigh, the hot air blasting you and forcing you to brace yourself against it. She's just messing around. She's just messing around. She's just messing around. You tell yourself repeatedly, ducking down and making to crawl along the slippery organ on all fours. Just play along, don't give her any excuse to eat you. That's probably what she wants...
As much as she may be habitually eager to swallow you again, you're pretty sure she won't go back on a deal to do so. If she did, then why would you even agree to keep playing with her afterwards?
What was she going to do, keep you prisoner and try to force you into it?
...actually, it wouldn't be the first time. But you're pretty sure Sora isn't the type to do that kind of thing.
It's just hard to keep reminding yourself of that, while you're being coerced into climbing inside her rapidly-watering mouth while covered in sugar.
Speaking of which, you immediately run into a problem: The outer layers of the thick, solid crystalline plating on your knees and hands had swiftly become half-dissolved into a thick, sticky syrup almost immediately, on contact with the slick, saliva-coated tongue. Without even reaching as far as her gaping teeth, you've become quite stuck.
"Ummm..."
You hesitantly start to call out, thinking to explain to your self-proclaimed 'kitty' captress why you aren't continuing forward - but she felt your feeble attempts to detach your limbs from the surface of her tongue. With no warning besides a slight chuckle she suddenly withdrew her tongue - and you - into her mouth!
One moment, you're on your hands and knees and staring right into a mass of lips and teeth. Next moment, you're jerked forward violently into darkness, and hear the teeth snap shut behind you as you're pressed on all sides by warm saliva and undulating flesh.
"Mmmmm~..."
The fleshy walls reverberate around you as Sora's tongue presses you against the roof of her mouth, easily tearing free your stuck hands and knees as you're splayed out flat along its surface. Keeping the pressure on you to hold your body in place, she starts to slide the drooling organ along the front side of your body, back and forth, licking and sucking the sugary coating away as it dissolves in ever-replenishing pools of saliva.
Now, you wouldn't care to admit it, but the fact is that this would normally feel... pretty good. Dangerously good, even. A soft, warm, full-body massage of sorts...
But right now, you're basically covered in a bunch of impromptu hard candy. Meaning, you can't really feel a lot of the sensation from the tissue contacting it. You can, however, feel bits of it crack and break up, and get pushed around in various ways that pull painfully on various patches of your body hair.
It's incredibly unpleasant, even downright painful at times.
That said, soon the layer of sugar left remaining on you has thinned to the point, where even the sticky inner layer right over your skin has soaked in enough saliva to turn it from hard, dry solid, to a thick, syrupy, rapidly-thinning muddy liquid instead.
*GULP*
For once, Sora holds you in place for a moment while she gathers all the sugary saliva from your surroundings, and swallows it down without you. Finally, she opens her mouth up wide all of a sudden...
At first, you remain stuck to the roof of her mouth by your syrup-covered back for a moment, before coming free with a loud sucking sound to land with a splat upon the surface of her tongue. Squinting in the sudden bright light, you prop yourself up to look out and see-
*Click!*
With a bright flash, you get a good look at yourself, still covered in globs of sticky brown goop, lying on Sora's tongue and shielding your eyes as she holds a digital camera in front of the bathroom mirror, showing herself off kitty-cat whiskers and all, and takes a selfie.
"Hey!" You start to protest.
By way of answer, she flicks her tongue to the side and crams your entire body into one of her cheeks, balling you up tight as she forces you into the tight enclosure...
"'ow do a pose like 'ou're twying 'oo ge' out'!" She booms, careful not to move her molars around too much as you fight to hold yourself away from them. Then she maneuvers you back onto the center of her tongue, turning you around so that you face the front of her mouth, and opening wide again.
Do a pose like you're trying to get out, you think she said?
So she could take a picture of it?
Damn it. She was really determined to get her mileage out of this 'do whatever she says' thing, huh?
Sora gleefully goes through a whole photoshoot in her kitty costume get-up, prominently featuring you as her hapless prey of course. You in her mouth with her cheeks puffed up and your head sticking out between her lips; you dangling out of her mouth with your ankle between her teeth; you with your torso sticking out of her mouth, in various stages of being slurped up like a thick, wet noodle.
When she's finally done, only the slightest traces of sticky sweetener are still left soaked into the fabric of your shorts, the rest having long since washed off as you were constantly being bathed in saliva, wiped clean, and bathed in saliva some more.
And yet, if anything, that simply seems to encourage her to treat you even more like a piece of candy than she had before. After putting up the camera and lapping you back up into her mouth again, Sora starts humming cheerfully to herself as she goes about doing some housecleaning, moving you around constantly and licking and sucking at your tired body as she does so.
On top of her tongue, against the side of her tongue, front of her cheeks, back of her cheeks, from side to side, under her tongue in a pool of spit... it's all you can do to keep yourself oriented as you get slid and shoved and tossed and turned in every which direction. You lose track of how many times you tried to open your mouth to breathe - only to have to spit out an entire mouthful of saliva that splashed over you, instead.
Also, Sora's cheerful humming is really, really good. Even though it's loud enough that you feel your bones rattling inside you every time it picks up, it still sounds kinda cute somehow. This kid can really carry a tune! Although that makes this whole thing worse somehow, you think, as she forces your head down into the slimy underside of her tongue again...
Finally, what seems like hours later - but in actuality was really more like just thirty minutes, - Sora opens her mouth again in front of what looks like...
As much as she may be habitually eager to swallow you again, you're pretty sure she won't go back on a deal to do so. If she did, then why would you even agree to keep playing with her afterwards?
What was she going to do, keep you prisoner and try to force you into it?
...actually, it wouldn't be the first time. But you're pretty sure Sora isn't the type to do that kind of thing.
It's just hard to keep reminding yourself of that, while you're being coerced into climbing inside her rapidly-watering mouth while covered in sugar.
Speaking of which, you immediately run into a problem: The outer layers of the thick, solid crystalline plating on your knees and hands had swiftly become half-dissolved into a thick, sticky syrup almost immediately, on contact with the slick, saliva-coated tongue. Without even reaching as far as her gaping teeth, you've become quite stuck.
"Ummm..."
You hesitantly start to call out, thinking to explain to your self-proclaimed 'kitty' captress why you aren't continuing forward - but she felt your feeble attempts to detach your limbs from the surface of her tongue. With no warning besides a slight chuckle she suddenly withdrew her tongue - and you - into her mouth!
One moment, you're on your hands and knees and staring right into a mass of lips and teeth. Next moment, you're jerked forward violently into darkness, and hear the teeth snap shut behind you as you're pressed on all sides by warm saliva and undulating flesh.
"Mmmmm~..."
The fleshy walls reverberate around you as Sora's tongue presses you against the roof of her mouth, easily tearing free your stuck hands and knees as you're splayed out flat along its surface. Keeping the pressure on you to hold your body in place, she starts to slide the drooling organ along the front side of your body, back and forth, licking and sucking the sugary coating away as it dissolves in ever-replenishing pools of saliva.
Now, you wouldn't care to admit it, but the fact is that this would normally feel... pretty good. Dangerously good, even. A soft, warm, full-body massage of sorts...
But right now, you're basically covered in a bunch of impromptu hard candy. Meaning, you can't really feel a lot of the sensation from the tissue contacting it. You can, however, feel bits of it crack and break up, and get pushed around in various ways that pull painfully on various patches of your body hair.
It's incredibly unpleasant, even downright painful at times.
That said, soon the layer of sugar left remaining on you has thinned to the point, where even the sticky inner layer right over your skin has soaked in enough saliva to turn it from hard, dry solid, to a thick, syrupy, rapidly-thinning muddy liquid instead.
*GULP*
For once, Sora holds you in place for a moment while she gathers all the sugary saliva from your surroundings, and swallows it down without you. Finally, she opens her mouth up wide all of a sudden...
At first, you remain stuck to the roof of her mouth by your syrup-covered back for a moment, before coming free with a loud sucking sound to land with a splat upon the surface of her tongue. Squinting in the sudden bright light, you prop yourself up to look out and see-
*Click!*
With a bright flash, you get a good look at yourself, still covered in globs of sticky brown goop, lying on Sora's tongue and shielding your eyes as she holds a digital camera in front of the bathroom mirror, showing herself off kitty-cat whiskers and all, and takes a selfie.
"Hey!" You start to protest.
By way of answer, she flicks her tongue to the side and crams your entire body into one of her cheeks, balling you up tight as she forces you into the tight enclosure...
"'ow do a pose like 'ou're twying 'oo ge' out'!" She booms, careful not to move her molars around too much as you fight to hold yourself away from them. Then she maneuvers you back onto the center of her tongue, turning you around so that you face the front of her mouth, and opening wide again.
Do a pose like you're trying to get out, you think she said?
So she could take a picture of it?
Damn it. She was really determined to get her mileage out of this 'do whatever she says' thing, huh?
Sora gleefully goes through a whole photoshoot in her kitty costume get-up, prominently featuring you as her hapless prey of course. You in her mouth with her cheeks puffed up and your head sticking out between her lips; you dangling out of her mouth with your ankle between her teeth; you with your torso sticking out of her mouth, in various stages of being slurped up like a thick, wet noodle.
When she's finally done, only the slightest traces of sticky sweetener are still left soaked into the fabric of your shorts, the rest having long since washed off as you were constantly being bathed in saliva, wiped clean, and bathed in saliva some more.
And yet, if anything, that simply seems to encourage her to treat you even more like a piece of candy than she had before. After putting up the camera and lapping you back up into her mouth again, Sora starts humming cheerfully to herself as she goes about doing some housecleaning, moving you around constantly and licking and sucking at your tired body as she does so.
On top of her tongue, against the side of her tongue, front of her cheeks, back of her cheeks, from side to side, under her tongue in a pool of spit... it's all you can do to keep yourself oriented as you get slid and shoved and tossed and turned in every which direction. You lose track of how many times you tried to open your mouth to breathe - only to have to spit out an entire mouthful of saliva that splashed over you, instead.
Also, Sora's cheerful humming is really, really good. Even though it's loud enough that you feel your bones rattling inside you every time it picks up, it still sounds kinda cute somehow. This kid can really carry a tune! Although that makes this whole thing worse somehow, you think, as she forces your head down into the slimy underside of her tongue again...
Finally, what seems like hours later - but in actuality was really more like just thirty minutes, - Sora opens her mouth again in front of what looks like...
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