Back From The Top
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 34
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
Half crouching, half floating in the nearly chest-high warm liquid as your head bumps the rubbery ceiling above you, you take a moment to reflect how ironic it is that you're pretty well relieved to have finally made it back here. People's stomachs aren't very pleasant environments, as a rule, but you'd been honestly feeling a lot less uncomfortable up above.
Well, no sense in dwelling on it.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Just as you're about to take a deep, foul breath, and dunk yourself beneath the surface to hit the exit, another series of rapid gulps precedes yet another influx of bubbly water into your entrapment. Again, you find yourself automatically diving to the esophagus as a world-rocking earthquake throws everything into disarray, building the pressure in the elastic cavity, - before you realize that you didn't actually want to do that.
It's too late to stop your upwards ascent, however. Your hands rip easily free from the slippery walls, and you manage to only slightly delay your return trip through Sora's esophagus...
With some mild gagging and coughing, you're thrown face-first onto the back of Sora's tongue again where you lay, still covering your groin with your hands, mentally preparing for yet another bout of manhandling.
...which never comes.
Somewhat surprisingly, Sora just opens her mouth gently after swallowing the excess fluid down, then reaches in and carefully lifts you out between her thumb and forefinger. Setting you down on her other palm, she holds her peace as you rearrange yourself to sit up facing her, arms around your knees, and squint.
As your eyes adjust to the light again, you focus in front of yourself to see her staring at you quite morosely, as if feeling sorry for herself. You sigh heavily, wiping saliva from your eyes. "Sora," you tell her wearily. "If you're trying to trick me into playing again, forget it. That's twice today you've swallowed me already. Enough's enough. I just wanna go home, at this point."
Sora averts her eyes downward, looking ashamed. "'m sorry" she mutters, under her breath.
"What?"
"I'm sorry!" She answers rapidly, pleading, still looking away. "I shouldn't have... kept these. Look, you win okay?" Looking ashamed, she reaches into her pajama's chest pocket with her free hand, digging around and bringing out... your shorts!? She holds them out guiltily to you with her fingertip-
"Sora, what the hell!?" You shout, incredulous, snatching them up in your fist immediately. "You had those the whole time!? Why would you- what were you- even..!?"
"No, not the whole time!" She interrupts frantically, finally looking up at you imploringly. "They came up after you did! It was an accident!"
"So!? Why would you hide that from me? What is it exactly you were trying to..." you stop short, struggling for ways to bring it up, and coming up empty.
Luckily, Sora's already in full-blown apology mode: "I was just trying to mess with you, Stevie! I know I got carried away, I'm sorry! I'll forfeit the game, so you win okay? I'll do whatever you want for the day so just don't be mad, pleeeaaase?"
Well, you aren't suck a sucker that a little wretched whining and some desperate puppy-eyes would be enough to win you over.
...okay, maybe you are. But, still:
"Sora, from now on, no playing without the shorts. I'm sure you've heard of good touch and bad touch. No clothes means bad touch, okay? I mean it."
She nods, looking miserable.
"Also, try to be more considerate of my feelings in the future. Nobody likes being forced to do things. You understand?"
Another nod.
Another heavy sigh from you. "Alright, look away while I put these things on already." She turns away obediently, and you stand up on her palm and start pulling on the still-damp, slightly sticky pair of shorts. "Geez, I must be the biggest sucker in the world" you grumble, making sure they're pulled up and fastened tight this time. "Okay. Now let's get me washed off here, and then - no, don't smile yet, young lady. After that, you're going to have to..."
Well, no sense in dwelling on it.
*gulp* *gulp* *gulp*
Just as you're about to take a deep, foul breath, and dunk yourself beneath the surface to hit the exit, another series of rapid gulps precedes yet another influx of bubbly water into your entrapment. Again, you find yourself automatically diving to the esophagus as a world-rocking earthquake throws everything into disarray, building the pressure in the elastic cavity, - before you realize that you didn't actually want to do that.
It's too late to stop your upwards ascent, however. Your hands rip easily free from the slippery walls, and you manage to only slightly delay your return trip through Sora's esophagus...
With some mild gagging and coughing, you're thrown face-first onto the back of Sora's tongue again where you lay, still covering your groin with your hands, mentally preparing for yet another bout of manhandling.
...which never comes.
Somewhat surprisingly, Sora just opens her mouth gently after swallowing the excess fluid down, then reaches in and carefully lifts you out between her thumb and forefinger. Setting you down on her other palm, she holds her peace as you rearrange yourself to sit up facing her, arms around your knees, and squint.
As your eyes adjust to the light again, you focus in front of yourself to see her staring at you quite morosely, as if feeling sorry for herself. You sigh heavily, wiping saliva from your eyes. "Sora," you tell her wearily. "If you're trying to trick me into playing again, forget it. That's twice today you've swallowed me already. Enough's enough. I just wanna go home, at this point."
Sora averts her eyes downward, looking ashamed. "'m sorry" she mutters, under her breath.
"What?"
"I'm sorry!" She answers rapidly, pleading, still looking away. "I shouldn't have... kept these. Look, you win okay?" Looking ashamed, she reaches into her pajama's chest pocket with her free hand, digging around and bringing out... your shorts!? She holds them out guiltily to you with her fingertip-
"Sora, what the hell!?" You shout, incredulous, snatching them up in your fist immediately. "You had those the whole time!? Why would you- what were you- even..!?"
"No, not the whole time!" She interrupts frantically, finally looking up at you imploringly. "They came up after you did! It was an accident!"
"So!? Why would you hide that from me? What is it exactly you were trying to..." you stop short, struggling for ways to bring it up, and coming up empty.
Luckily, Sora's already in full-blown apology mode: "I was just trying to mess with you, Stevie! I know I got carried away, I'm sorry! I'll forfeit the game, so you win okay? I'll do whatever you want for the day so just don't be mad, pleeeaaase?"
Well, you aren't suck a sucker that a little wretched whining and some desperate puppy-eyes would be enough to win you over.
...okay, maybe you are. But, still:
"Sora, from now on, no playing without the shorts. I'm sure you've heard of good touch and bad touch. No clothes means bad touch, okay? I mean it."
She nods, looking miserable.
"Also, try to be more considerate of my feelings in the future. Nobody likes being forced to do things. You understand?"
Another nod.
Another heavy sigh from you. "Alright, look away while I put these things on already." She turns away obediently, and you stand up on her palm and start pulling on the still-damp, slightly sticky pair of shorts. "Geez, I must be the biggest sucker in the world" you grumble, making sure they're pulled up and fastened tight this time. "Okay. Now let's get me washed off here, and then - no, don't smile yet, young lady. After that, you're going to have to..."
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