Getting On the Good Side
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 33
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
"Eh. This is about me making something up to you, right?" You shrug. "What's your favorite?"
To be honest, you still feel this is all pretty unfair, if not malicious. It's just that you're willing to be the bigger man - figuratively, at least, - and abide with it anyway. But since you're going to end up basically going through the same thing anyway, no matter what you choose, you can at least not pretend like she's doing you any favors here...
Sora doesn't really seem to take it like that, though. "Really, Stevie!?" She squeals happily, and then suddenly pulls you in for a hug again. "Awww, you really are the best!""
I'll tell ya what," she says, pulling you away with a smile and patting your head. "I'll eat ya right after the dip, and then you can pick the next game when you come back out. Try to think up something really easy for ya while y're in my belly, so then maybe you can win for once!" She laughs, rubbing your head.
"Oh?" You grumble, not entirely impressed nor amused. "So easier than the cereal game, then. Got it."
"Oh yeah, ya finally won that one! Teehee. Too bad ya ended up going down to my tummy anyway~" Chuckling, Sora repositions her grip to hold you by the ankles; you respond by holding still and straight, with your hands both firmly over your crotch. "Ready, Mousey?"
"...sure."
You're flipped around to hang upside-down by your legs, dangling over the bowl of olive oil, then lowered down. "I think I'll start with the appetizer!" Sora's cheerful voice sounds out, before you plunge beneath the surface of the slick, viscous fluid. You close your eyes against the stinging, bitter liquid, and hum very briefly to make an air pocket to keep it from flowing into your nostrils.
You do not, however, move your hands at all. Even when the top of your head touches gently down against the bottom of the bowl, stirring up a little pile of herbs and spices, you don't move your arms out at all. Nor when the giant fingers clamped around your ankles start dragging you in circles around the bowl, stirring the mixture up and submerging the rest of your body in the fluid.
While keeping your eyes closed, you feel the familiar motion of being lifted up, the oil slewing off your body and quietly plopping back into the bowl below. A moment later, the warm breath you've become recently so well-acquainted with, and Sora's waiting mouth closes gently but swiftly around your hips and torso.
You hold still and let her lap the coat of dipping oil from your body, while leaving no gap between your arms and your chest that could be pried apart by the probing tongue... which, you increasingly suspect, it does in fact seem to be searching for. Yeah, no. Nice try kid, you think, holding your breath so you don't inhale any spit and have to start coughing, letting your guard down. Cute, if sad, - if she's thinking what you half-suspect she's thinking - but, no.
Meanwhile, after repeated dippings and dunkings, Sora's starting to feel slightly agitated... and yet, if asked, she couldn't explain exactly why. With Stevie quietly agreeing to act as her snack and dipstick, it should be a victory to relish, right?
And yet, it just didn't seem all that fun, despite - if not because of - how agreeable he was about it. All he did was just hang there, quiet and unmoving, holding his hands down over his waist. She tried using her tongue to break them away, to see if that would get a reaction out of him, but nope. Even that wouldn't do it...
"Alright, Stevie!" Sora calls out halfheartedly, trying to hide her diminished enthusiasm after several minutes of feeling awkward. "Appetizer's done! Time for the main course!" She moves on to dabbing Stevie in the cheese dip instead, hoping that might change something.
...nope, it doesn't. After repeatedly being lubricated in oil, licked clean, then lubricated back up again, you're not really concerned with whether you change coats or not. Hanging upside down, with your eyes still closed, you shrug slightly at Sora, again without removing your arms from where you've been holding them.
Feeling inexplicably somewhat frustrated at this response, Sora dips you in the cheese mix and then quickly slurps it off with an unprecedented aggressiveness, trying to catch you with your guard down. No response. Eventually, she huffs to herself and jerks you over to the final bowl. "Time for dessert!" Sora calls out, aggressively yet nonetheless somewhat halfheartedly.
You shrug. You've already gone ahead and resolved where the lines were drawn as far as interacting with... other people. And as long as you protected yours, fine. You'd put up with Sora for now because you arguably had to, because you were a nice guy, and because it was just a few more days, and then you'd be out of here and...
...come to think of it, you're actually used to a lot worse, in general. But, so what? You're an adult, now. You'll push a higher bar.
When Sora announces 'desert', you still shrug. Not like you'd expected much different. You get repeatedly dunked in chocolate, then tongue-wrestled for your propriety over and over again until the next layer of chocolate comes up. Then, finally, you're left inside the moist, churning cavern of Sora's mouth for real, and the floor turns up and slides you back into her throat again.
With a single swallow, your head and chest get forced down into her waiting gullet once more, and you pitch forward into a drop that ends in a soupy mix of flavorings in acid, all cooped up within a small, round, muscular cell of a room, once again.
Finally, you're free to move your arms around however you please.
Next...
To be honest, you still feel this is all pretty unfair, if not malicious. It's just that you're willing to be the bigger man - figuratively, at least, - and abide with it anyway. But since you're going to end up basically going through the same thing anyway, no matter what you choose, you can at least not pretend like she's doing you any favors here...
Sora doesn't really seem to take it like that, though. "Really, Stevie!?" She squeals happily, and then suddenly pulls you in for a hug again. "Awww, you really are the best!""
I'll tell ya what," she says, pulling you away with a smile and patting your head. "I'll eat ya right after the dip, and then you can pick the next game when you come back out. Try to think up something really easy for ya while y're in my belly, so then maybe you can win for once!" She laughs, rubbing your head.
"Oh?" You grumble, not entirely impressed nor amused. "So easier than the cereal game, then. Got it."
"Oh yeah, ya finally won that one! Teehee. Too bad ya ended up going down to my tummy anyway~" Chuckling, Sora repositions her grip to hold you by the ankles; you respond by holding still and straight, with your hands both firmly over your crotch. "Ready, Mousey?"
"...sure."
You're flipped around to hang upside-down by your legs, dangling over the bowl of olive oil, then lowered down. "I think I'll start with the appetizer!" Sora's cheerful voice sounds out, before you plunge beneath the surface of the slick, viscous fluid. You close your eyes against the stinging, bitter liquid, and hum very briefly to make an air pocket to keep it from flowing into your nostrils.
You do not, however, move your hands at all. Even when the top of your head touches gently down against the bottom of the bowl, stirring up a little pile of herbs and spices, you don't move your arms out at all. Nor when the giant fingers clamped around your ankles start dragging you in circles around the bowl, stirring the mixture up and submerging the rest of your body in the fluid.
While keeping your eyes closed, you feel the familiar motion of being lifted up, the oil slewing off your body and quietly plopping back into the bowl below. A moment later, the warm breath you've become recently so well-acquainted with, and Sora's waiting mouth closes gently but swiftly around your hips and torso.
You hold still and let her lap the coat of dipping oil from your body, while leaving no gap between your arms and your chest that could be pried apart by the probing tongue... which, you increasingly suspect, it does in fact seem to be searching for. Yeah, no. Nice try kid, you think, holding your breath so you don't inhale any spit and have to start coughing, letting your guard down. Cute, if sad, - if she's thinking what you half-suspect she's thinking - but, no.
Meanwhile, after repeated dippings and dunkings, Sora's starting to feel slightly agitated... and yet, if asked, she couldn't explain exactly why. With Stevie quietly agreeing to act as her snack and dipstick, it should be a victory to relish, right?
And yet, it just didn't seem all that fun, despite - if not because of - how agreeable he was about it. All he did was just hang there, quiet and unmoving, holding his hands down over his waist. She tried using her tongue to break them away, to see if that would get a reaction out of him, but nope. Even that wouldn't do it...
"Alright, Stevie!" Sora calls out halfheartedly, trying to hide her diminished enthusiasm after several minutes of feeling awkward. "Appetizer's done! Time for the main course!" She moves on to dabbing Stevie in the cheese dip instead, hoping that might change something.
...nope, it doesn't. After repeatedly being lubricated in oil, licked clean, then lubricated back up again, you're not really concerned with whether you change coats or not. Hanging upside down, with your eyes still closed, you shrug slightly at Sora, again without removing your arms from where you've been holding them.
Feeling inexplicably somewhat frustrated at this response, Sora dips you in the cheese mix and then quickly slurps it off with an unprecedented aggressiveness, trying to catch you with your guard down. No response. Eventually, she huffs to herself and jerks you over to the final bowl. "Time for dessert!" Sora calls out, aggressively yet nonetheless somewhat halfheartedly.
You shrug. You've already gone ahead and resolved where the lines were drawn as far as interacting with... other people. And as long as you protected yours, fine. You'd put up with Sora for now because you arguably had to, because you were a nice guy, and because it was just a few more days, and then you'd be out of here and...
...come to think of it, you're actually used to a lot worse, in general. But, so what? You're an adult, now. You'll push a higher bar.
When Sora announces 'desert', you still shrug. Not like you'd expected much different. You get repeatedly dunked in chocolate, then tongue-wrestled for your propriety over and over again until the next layer of chocolate comes up. Then, finally, you're left inside the moist, churning cavern of Sora's mouth for real, and the floor turns up and slides you back into her throat again.
With a single swallow, your head and chest get forced down into her waiting gullet once more, and you pitch forward into a drop that ends in a soupy mix of flavorings in acid, all cooped up within a small, round, muscular cell of a room, once again.
Finally, you're free to move your arms around however you please.
Next...
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