Brush Pass
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 43
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
You stare incredulously at the brush head that Sora thrust at you, and turn back to shout between her slightly parted lips. "Sora, I'm not brushing your teeth for you! Just- agh! Just let me rest!" You wince as your head pounds again, and let your head fall with a plop! back to the slimy surface of the tongue. You know what? At this point, you don't even care. If you have to just lie down and be miserable for another couple of hours, this was as good a place as any.
Well, it would be if she'd calm down, at least. Which she probably would, given that you're not playing along.
...or if you had some clothes. You remember stripping your shorts off in Tien's hand and swinging them excitedly over your head, last night, but fuck if you remember where they'd gone.
But, this being a borderline medical-emergency level hangover, you can't even be bothered to care about that right now.
"...'kay."
You catch a quick glimpse, in the mirror outside, of pajama shoulders shrugging softly, and then you're gently rolled aside and deposited back into a bulging cheek. You hear the brush start scratching over the other side of your fleshy encampment, and an eye-wateringly strong scent of menthol wafts over you as the toothpaste is spread around.
It's strong enough to make it hard to breathe, but, fuck, is there a bright side to it: Your stomach starts to settle down, a little at a time, as you take in the minty smell. You've heard of mint drops being used to soothe nausea before, but, damn. If this was how much better you could feel just from inhaling it, you'd almost be tempted to drink down more spit just to get that minty freshness down your throat. If you didn't know that the toothpaste, as a whole, would just make you sicker...
By the time Sora finishes brushing the other side of her teeth, and her tongue, you almost feel well enough not to suffer when you're promptly pulled back onto her tongue, shifted, and then expertly deposited into the other cheek so she can finish brushing the side you started in. You start to breathe a little easier, becoming used to the menthol-heavy fumes.
Finally, when the brush retreats, the floor tilts back, and a flood of water comes pouring in from up ahead, you're actually pretty well ready for it. You manage to resist the urge to hurl as the wave crashes down on you, pulls you into the center of her mouth, and swishes you around thoroughly before the jaws close and the tongue presses up to expel the tide, the current flooding past you to spill out through the rows of teeth that catch you and trap you inside.
Another wave comes in, repeating the process, and you handle it well enough. Your head is spinning faster than ever, but at least your gut stays mostly steady. Again, the flow of slightly sweet, minty, somewhat-slimy water is expelled, leaving you behind, and you settle down almost comfortably on Sora's tongue, waiting for the spinning to stop so you can regain your bearings.
Another flood of water comes in, but this time, she doesn't swirl it around. Just opens her jaws slightly, lips sealed, letting some air in from the back of her throat, and leaving you floating in the pool of water trapped in her mouth. "Huh?" You wonder, waiting for the action to start as you float up, crouched on hands and knees in the extra space afforded.
Then, the world's loudest *ahem* makes you flinch in pain, as your head hasn't been getting the same therapeutic vibes as your stomach has from all this treatment. The tip of Sora's tongue curls up, prodding at you pointedly, and settles back again. You feel some movement - walking, turning, sitting, - but her mouth holds perfectly still. Relatively speaking, that is.
Oh... she gave me some water, you realize, with a grimace. All the water you could drink, not that you'd exactly want to.
But... hell with it. She'd just rinsed her mouth out twice; this is about as clean as it's going to get. The longer you wait and the more it gets stirred up, the more you're going to regret it. You dip your head down, and start to chug. And chug. And chug. By the time you start noticing the slight taste of toothpaste and spit in the solution, your stomach's practically fit to burst, and you're all too happy to stop there.
You hear the sound of running water, in the background. Then, what's clearly a toilet flushing. You'd be embarrassed to have been present for the part that came prior, but, ah. At least this time, you weren't actively participating. On the receiving end.
There's a rustle of cloth, as Sora presumably starts getting changed. Then, you feel yourself start to suddenly move as she takes a step, and-
Splash!
Splash?
Splash!
Was she...?
You have your answer as there's a sudden drop - Sora sitting down - then yet another as she lies back, pressing you to the roof of her mouth with her tongue as it closes in on you, swallowing down the remaining mix of spit and water. All along, you hear more splashing from outside, as she lays down in the tub. She hadn't been getting dressed at all - she'd been getting ready to take a bath!
There's minor movement as the outside world, - that is, Sora, - starts to soap herself, hitting you with yet another sudden wave of head pain as she starts to quietly hum to herself. Quietly for her, that is. You open your mouth to yell when she suddenly starts to play with you - the tip of her tongue, by either sheer luck or supernatural intuition, choosing just this time to curl up and poke its way into your open mouth, cutting off your attempt at speech. When you pull away, it rolls over you, pushing your head down and pulling back to slide your aching, still feebly-struggling body under her tongue.
You lie on your back, head resting against the base of her incisors, trying in vain to fend off the giant muscle as it drapes itself atop of you, the soft, slippery surface easily draping itself over you and once again absorbing any attempts you made at speech. It plays with you almost idly, just gently sliding back and forth over your captive frame, pushing you around in the puddles of spit gathering inside her gums. If Sora hadn't been humming to herself all this time, perhaps she would have noticed the minute vibrations buzzing against her flesh, every time you got your head clear enough to try to shout, but...
The humming, motion, and splashing all come to a swift and sudden halt, with the unmistakable sound of a knock at the bathroom door.
"Hmm!?" Sora bolts suddenly upright, as her mother's voice faintly filters in through your sopping, fleshy surroundings...
"Sorry to...upt...know where Stevie is right n-?"
A quick nod of Sora's head shakes you up, doing unpleasant things to your own, still-pounding head.
"-t, you m...still i-...mouth!?"
Another quick nod. "M-hm!"
You cringe, and try to shout out: "Not by choice, Ms- Doctor- Tien, I'm really, really sorry!" You can't see what's going on out there, or hear what she's saying if she's started talking again, but you start sweating profusely as you try to imagine how she's handling the news that you're with her underage daughter in the bath - however involuntarily.
And so, momentarily unable to see, hear, or even smell, feel, or taste anything outside of Sora's mouth, your only hint at her mother's reaction is when her tongue slides off of you all of a sudden, then twists back around to scoop you up and...
Well, it would be if she'd calm down, at least. Which she probably would, given that you're not playing along.
...or if you had some clothes. You remember stripping your shorts off in Tien's hand and swinging them excitedly over your head, last night, but fuck if you remember where they'd gone.
But, this being a borderline medical-emergency level hangover, you can't even be bothered to care about that right now.
"...'kay."
You catch a quick glimpse, in the mirror outside, of pajama shoulders shrugging softly, and then you're gently rolled aside and deposited back into a bulging cheek. You hear the brush start scratching over the other side of your fleshy encampment, and an eye-wateringly strong scent of menthol wafts over you as the toothpaste is spread around.
It's strong enough to make it hard to breathe, but, fuck, is there a bright side to it: Your stomach starts to settle down, a little at a time, as you take in the minty smell. You've heard of mint drops being used to soothe nausea before, but, damn. If this was how much better you could feel just from inhaling it, you'd almost be tempted to drink down more spit just to get that minty freshness down your throat. If you didn't know that the toothpaste, as a whole, would just make you sicker...
By the time Sora finishes brushing the other side of her teeth, and her tongue, you almost feel well enough not to suffer when you're promptly pulled back onto her tongue, shifted, and then expertly deposited into the other cheek so she can finish brushing the side you started in. You start to breathe a little easier, becoming used to the menthol-heavy fumes.
Finally, when the brush retreats, the floor tilts back, and a flood of water comes pouring in from up ahead, you're actually pretty well ready for it. You manage to resist the urge to hurl as the wave crashes down on you, pulls you into the center of her mouth, and swishes you around thoroughly before the jaws close and the tongue presses up to expel the tide, the current flooding past you to spill out through the rows of teeth that catch you and trap you inside.
Another wave comes in, repeating the process, and you handle it well enough. Your head is spinning faster than ever, but at least your gut stays mostly steady. Again, the flow of slightly sweet, minty, somewhat-slimy water is expelled, leaving you behind, and you settle down almost comfortably on Sora's tongue, waiting for the spinning to stop so you can regain your bearings.
Another flood of water comes in, but this time, she doesn't swirl it around. Just opens her jaws slightly, lips sealed, letting some air in from the back of her throat, and leaving you floating in the pool of water trapped in her mouth. "Huh?" You wonder, waiting for the action to start as you float up, crouched on hands and knees in the extra space afforded.
Then, the world's loudest *ahem* makes you flinch in pain, as your head hasn't been getting the same therapeutic vibes as your stomach has from all this treatment. The tip of Sora's tongue curls up, prodding at you pointedly, and settles back again. You feel some movement - walking, turning, sitting, - but her mouth holds perfectly still. Relatively speaking, that is.
Oh... she gave me some water, you realize, with a grimace. All the water you could drink, not that you'd exactly want to.
But... hell with it. She'd just rinsed her mouth out twice; this is about as clean as it's going to get. The longer you wait and the more it gets stirred up, the more you're going to regret it. You dip your head down, and start to chug. And chug. And chug. By the time you start noticing the slight taste of toothpaste and spit in the solution, your stomach's practically fit to burst, and you're all too happy to stop there.
You hear the sound of running water, in the background. Then, what's clearly a toilet flushing. You'd be embarrassed to have been present for the part that came prior, but, ah. At least this time, you weren't actively participating. On the receiving end.
There's a rustle of cloth, as Sora presumably starts getting changed. Then, you feel yourself start to suddenly move as she takes a step, and-
Splash!
Splash?
Splash!
Was she...?
You have your answer as there's a sudden drop - Sora sitting down - then yet another as she lies back, pressing you to the roof of her mouth with her tongue as it closes in on you, swallowing down the remaining mix of spit and water. All along, you hear more splashing from outside, as she lays down in the tub. She hadn't been getting dressed at all - she'd been getting ready to take a bath!
There's minor movement as the outside world, - that is, Sora, - starts to soap herself, hitting you with yet another sudden wave of head pain as she starts to quietly hum to herself. Quietly for her, that is. You open your mouth to yell when she suddenly starts to play with you - the tip of her tongue, by either sheer luck or supernatural intuition, choosing just this time to curl up and poke its way into your open mouth, cutting off your attempt at speech. When you pull away, it rolls over you, pushing your head down and pulling back to slide your aching, still feebly-struggling body under her tongue.
You lie on your back, head resting against the base of her incisors, trying in vain to fend off the giant muscle as it drapes itself atop of you, the soft, slippery surface easily draping itself over you and once again absorbing any attempts you made at speech. It plays with you almost idly, just gently sliding back and forth over your captive frame, pushing you around in the puddles of spit gathering inside her gums. If Sora hadn't been humming to herself all this time, perhaps she would have noticed the minute vibrations buzzing against her flesh, every time you got your head clear enough to try to shout, but...
The humming, motion, and splashing all come to a swift and sudden halt, with the unmistakable sound of a knock at the bathroom door.
"Hmm!?" Sora bolts suddenly upright, as her mother's voice faintly filters in through your sopping, fleshy surroundings...
"Sorry to...upt...know where Stevie is right n-?"
A quick nod of Sora's head shakes you up, doing unpleasant things to your own, still-pounding head.
"-t, you m...still i-...mouth!?"
Another quick nod. "M-hm!"
You cringe, and try to shout out: "Not by choice, Ms- Doctor- Tien, I'm really, really sorry!" You can't see what's going on out there, or hear what she's saying if she's started talking again, but you start sweating profusely as you try to imagine how she's handling the news that you're with her underage daughter in the bath - however involuntarily.
And so, momentarily unable to see, hear, or even smell, feel, or taste anything outside of Sora's mouth, your only hint at her mother's reaction is when her tongue slides off of you all of a sudden, then twists back around to scoop you up and...
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