Lasting Consequences
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 45
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
"Mommy says now, I get to keep you!"
What?
Did Sora's mother seriously tell her she could just swallow you without permission just now?
Or was she referring to something else?
Did you end up drunkenly signing Tien's contract last night, at some point? If so, given your severe inebriation, there's no way that it was legally binding. And it certainly didn't give Sora the right to do whatever she wants with you, in any case.
You try to make known your displeasure by kicking roughly at the stomach wall before you, but Sora doesn't seem to notice it. All that happens is that her stomach responds by contracting roughly a couple of times, sending you sprawling down into a pool of stinking bile. So you have no choice but to just wait for it to settle down and then, grumbling, sit yourself back up as comfortably as you can, which means curling up with your arms wrapped around your knees in the narrow space afforded...
Finally, after much rocking, swaying, and bouncing roughly around as Sora finishes bathing, dresses, and skips throughout the house, you sense the familiar rhythmic, violent contractions of her trying to hack you back up her throat. Glad to not have to sit through breakfast inside her gut again, at least, you readily go along with it, and find yourself shooting back up the girl's esophagus and landing with a splat on her waiting tongue again in short order.
Then light floods the fleshy cavern, and Sora's tongue slips out of her mouth and downwards, depositing you on a waiting palm. She seems to give you a moment to catch your bearings, and you do so, wiping your eyes free of sticky spit and turning yourself around to face her.
"Listen, Sora." You say severely, with as much dignity as you can muster, as soon as your eyes are able to focus and take her in. Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly, as if she's seemingly surprised and somewhat taken aback by your tone. "I need to talk to your mom, okay? Right now."
"Yes, sweetie." Tien's voice booms directly behind you, taking you by surprise. You swivel around to see she's standing in the kitchen, right in front of her confused-looking daughter.
"Why don't you let Stevie and me have a little chat, and I'll call you back when we're done, okay?"
"Uh... okay." Sora recoils nervously a little, looking back and forth between you and Tien with some concern, then holds her palm with you on it out in her direction. Tien extends her own in turn, letting you, face flushed and cringing slightly, covering your nakedness as best you could with just your hands, step forward onto it.
Quickly, Sora flees the kitchen, and you sigh heavily as you turn to face her mother whose palm you're standing on. "Tien, listen. About that offer you made last night, I really don't think that-"
"Let me stop you right there." Bluntly, she interrupts you. Her fingers suddenly curl around your body roughly, squeezing you tightly enough to take you completely by surprise and cut you off, stopping just short of actually hurting you. The look that she gives you is cold, frosty, nothing like the teasing flirt you remember from yesterday. She raises you up to her face, looking dead into your eyes.
"Last night, I not only watched you strip off your clothes and flop your nude body, crotch and all, into my underage daughter's mouth - I also recorded it." Hearing these words, your blood runs cold.
"L-listen, Tien," you stammer, filled with sudden fear. "It's not-"
"If I turn that footage in to the police, you'll be looking at so much prison time, that little girl with be a gray, old crone when you get out," she interrupts you. "That's if a pocket-sized child molester can even last that long in prison."
You gape, and shiver with fear as it comes crashing down on you just how much deep shit you're in. You really haven't done anything wrong, at least not intentionally, but this could still ruin your entire life. Right now, you realize your entire future is at the stern-looking woman's mercy.
"But, I'm not going to do that."
"You're..." you almost can't believe it. "You're not?"
"No." She says firmly - without letting up her grip. "Because I'm going to assume you didn't do anything... untoward, with her. And because playing with you makes her feel powerful and appreciated, which is something she really needs more of in her life after what she's been through." She gives you a brittle smile. "So when I call her back in here, I'm going to set you down on this table, and you're going to tell her yourself that you've decided you want to stay with us, and be her faithful little pet."
The last part hits you like so proverbial other-shoes finally dropping: "Her- her what!?"
"You heard me." The smile doesn't leave her face. "Yesterday, I was willing to settle for a little mentor-slash-companion for her; now, you don't really have a choice. It's either her, or some tattooed ex-biker, recovering meth addict named Butch who trades you out to other inmates for packs of cigarettes."
You feel sick to your stomach. "Wh- why?" You ask, not believing the flirty hot mom from yesterday could turn out like this.
Tien does look somewhat remorseful. "Because I love my daughter," she sighs, reaching up with a finger to stroke the back of your head as she talks. "And I worry about her health, and I think she would really benefit from having one relationship in her life where she feels like she's the one in control." She gives a bit of a pained smile, now. "And you don't really have a choice."
You look down, feeling defeated. Noting your expression, Tien finally loosens her grip, and sets you down on the kitchen table. "And just so we're clear," she adds, seriously, "if I find out you're taking sexual advantage of her, I'll cut your balls off with a scalpel. Understood?"
This part really gets to you, and you look up at her in sudden anger. "Lady, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of small? I don't really get a lot of say in most of what people do with me, you of all people oughtta be aware of that." You spit, letting the venom seep freely into your voice at that last part.
"Fair enough." To your surprise, she sounds somewhat conciliatory. Then a hand reaches up, and the tip of an upturned fingernail pushes your chin up, forcing you to look up at her. "But if she starts... getting curious, you tell me right away so I can put a stop to it, okay?"
"You just told me you'll send me to prison if I don't agree to be her pet, now you're saying you'll stick up for me with her?" You ask, flabbergasted.
"Yeah," Tien chuckles. "Pretty much. But, look: she was already calling you her pet before I got here; I just want to make it official so she feels more confident about it. Otherwise, just keep doing what you've already been doing with her - provided it's all strictly platonic, of course."
"It- it is! Was! Has been!" You insist.
"Good. I'm going to choose to believe that, because I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. And because I assume you were too drunk to manage an erection in my daughter's mouth last night." She gives you a meaningful look.
"I was," you answer, quickly. "Also when I woke up. Wasn't a good time."
"Okay. Then we're all clear. Sora!" She suddenly shouts, signaling the end of the conversation and leaving you filled with mounting apprehension as you realize what comes next. Soon, rapid pattering footsteps build in volume as they approach, shortly thereafter accompanied by the young girl's frame entering the kitchen.
"Mhm?"
Tien smiles as Sora eagerly approaches, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in front of the table, glancing down at you. "Sweetie," her mother says gently, showing none of the threatening nature she'd just displayed to you alone, "Stevie here has something he wanted to tell you. Isn't that right, Stevie?" She nods at you, smiling.
"Teehee~" Sora leans in towards you all at once, startling you into jumping back as her face zooms in to within inches of your own on the table. Stumbling to right yourself while still covering up front with your hands, you search for words as her breath blows over you, disregarding your sense of space. "Umm..."
"What is it, Stevie!?" As Sora smiles, you can't help but notice, out of the corner of your eye, as her arms come down to rest on the table around you, hands clasped together behind your back.
You stammer: "S-so, your mom and I were talking, and-" not knowing what else to do, you simply force yourself to say the words outright: "I've decided to be your pet."
"Oh, I know!" Sora answers cheerfully, unfazed. "Mommy said that earlier. Thanks, Stevie!" Without warning, her hands close in from behind you and snatch you up in their grasp, bringing you to her lips for a kiss. "Mwa! You're the best pet ever!" She squeals, hugging you to her chest. Just like yesterday, come to think of it.
As you try to resolve the conflicting emotions of humiliating yourself before a child, being grabbed and handled without consent, and being showered with affection from the admittedly adorable kid, she giggles a little bit as she hugs you close. "Ew, you do need a bath though!"
Tien's voice comes in again as she starts to leave, smiling happily at your little interaction. "Just don't do anything inappropriate with him, okay sweetie? Not until you're older."
"Okay..."
Wait, what? Older? How long was she going to make you keep playing along with this?
"Does that mean we should get him new clothes?" Sora asks.
"Only if you want to, sweetie. He's your pet," says Tien. "But make sure you put him to bed before going to sleep, okay?"
You call out as Tien walks off: "Wait, what? To bed?"
She stops in the doorway and turns, smiling. "Yes. Can't have you sleeping in Sora's mouth anymore, so..."
What?
Did Sora's mother seriously tell her she could just swallow you without permission just now?
Or was she referring to something else?
Did you end up drunkenly signing Tien's contract last night, at some point? If so, given your severe inebriation, there's no way that it was legally binding. And it certainly didn't give Sora the right to do whatever she wants with you, in any case.
You try to make known your displeasure by kicking roughly at the stomach wall before you, but Sora doesn't seem to notice it. All that happens is that her stomach responds by contracting roughly a couple of times, sending you sprawling down into a pool of stinking bile. So you have no choice but to just wait for it to settle down and then, grumbling, sit yourself back up as comfortably as you can, which means curling up with your arms wrapped around your knees in the narrow space afforded...
Finally, after much rocking, swaying, and bouncing roughly around as Sora finishes bathing, dresses, and skips throughout the house, you sense the familiar rhythmic, violent contractions of her trying to hack you back up her throat. Glad to not have to sit through breakfast inside her gut again, at least, you readily go along with it, and find yourself shooting back up the girl's esophagus and landing with a splat on her waiting tongue again in short order.
Then light floods the fleshy cavern, and Sora's tongue slips out of her mouth and downwards, depositing you on a waiting palm. She seems to give you a moment to catch your bearings, and you do so, wiping your eyes free of sticky spit and turning yourself around to face her.
"Listen, Sora." You say severely, with as much dignity as you can muster, as soon as your eyes are able to focus and take her in. Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly, as if she's seemingly surprised and somewhat taken aback by your tone. "I need to talk to your mom, okay? Right now."
"Yes, sweetie." Tien's voice booms directly behind you, taking you by surprise. You swivel around to see she's standing in the kitchen, right in front of her confused-looking daughter.
"Why don't you let Stevie and me have a little chat, and I'll call you back when we're done, okay?"
"Uh... okay." Sora recoils nervously a little, looking back and forth between you and Tien with some concern, then holds her palm with you on it out in her direction. Tien extends her own in turn, letting you, face flushed and cringing slightly, covering your nakedness as best you could with just your hands, step forward onto it.
Quickly, Sora flees the kitchen, and you sigh heavily as you turn to face her mother whose palm you're standing on. "Tien, listen. About that offer you made last night, I really don't think that-"
"Let me stop you right there." Bluntly, she interrupts you. Her fingers suddenly curl around your body roughly, squeezing you tightly enough to take you completely by surprise and cut you off, stopping just short of actually hurting you. The look that she gives you is cold, frosty, nothing like the teasing flirt you remember from yesterday. She raises you up to her face, looking dead into your eyes.
"Last night, I not only watched you strip off your clothes and flop your nude body, crotch and all, into my underage daughter's mouth - I also recorded it." Hearing these words, your blood runs cold.
"L-listen, Tien," you stammer, filled with sudden fear. "It's not-"
"If I turn that footage in to the police, you'll be looking at so much prison time, that little girl with be a gray, old crone when you get out," she interrupts you. "That's if a pocket-sized child molester can even last that long in prison."
You gape, and shiver with fear as it comes crashing down on you just how much deep shit you're in. You really haven't done anything wrong, at least not intentionally, but this could still ruin your entire life. Right now, you realize your entire future is at the stern-looking woman's mercy.
"But, I'm not going to do that."
"You're..." you almost can't believe it. "You're not?"
"No." She says firmly - without letting up her grip. "Because I'm going to assume you didn't do anything... untoward, with her. And because playing with you makes her feel powerful and appreciated, which is something she really needs more of in her life after what she's been through." She gives you a brittle smile. "So when I call her back in here, I'm going to set you down on this table, and you're going to tell her yourself that you've decided you want to stay with us, and be her faithful little pet."
The last part hits you like so proverbial other-shoes finally dropping: "Her- her what!?"
"You heard me." The smile doesn't leave her face. "Yesterday, I was willing to settle for a little mentor-slash-companion for her; now, you don't really have a choice. It's either her, or some tattooed ex-biker, recovering meth addict named Butch who trades you out to other inmates for packs of cigarettes."
You feel sick to your stomach. "Wh- why?" You ask, not believing the flirty hot mom from yesterday could turn out like this.
Tien does look somewhat remorseful. "Because I love my daughter," she sighs, reaching up with a finger to stroke the back of your head as she talks. "And I worry about her health, and I think she would really benefit from having one relationship in her life where she feels like she's the one in control." She gives a bit of a pained smile, now. "And you don't really have a choice."
You look down, feeling defeated. Noting your expression, Tien finally loosens her grip, and sets you down on the kitchen table. "And just so we're clear," she adds, seriously, "if I find out you're taking sexual advantage of her, I'll cut your balls off with a scalpel. Understood?"
This part really gets to you, and you look up at her in sudden anger. "Lady, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm kind of small? I don't really get a lot of say in most of what people do with me, you of all people oughtta be aware of that." You spit, letting the venom seep freely into your voice at that last part.
"Fair enough." To your surprise, she sounds somewhat conciliatory. Then a hand reaches up, and the tip of an upturned fingernail pushes your chin up, forcing you to look up at her. "But if she starts... getting curious, you tell me right away so I can put a stop to it, okay?"
"You just told me you'll send me to prison if I don't agree to be her pet, now you're saying you'll stick up for me with her?" You ask, flabbergasted.
"Yeah," Tien chuckles. "Pretty much. But, look: she was already calling you her pet before I got here; I just want to make it official so she feels more confident about it. Otherwise, just keep doing what you've already been doing with her - provided it's all strictly platonic, of course."
"It- it is! Was! Has been!" You insist.
"Good. I'm going to choose to believe that, because I want to give you the benefit of the doubt. And because I assume you were too drunk to manage an erection in my daughter's mouth last night." She gives you a meaningful look.
"I was," you answer, quickly. "Also when I woke up. Wasn't a good time."
"Okay. Then we're all clear. Sora!" She suddenly shouts, signaling the end of the conversation and leaving you filled with mounting apprehension as you realize what comes next. Soon, rapid pattering footsteps build in volume as they approach, shortly thereafter accompanied by the young girl's frame entering the kitchen.
"Mhm?"
Tien smiles as Sora eagerly approaches, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in front of the table, glancing down at you. "Sweetie," her mother says gently, showing none of the threatening nature she'd just displayed to you alone, "Stevie here has something he wanted to tell you. Isn't that right, Stevie?" She nods at you, smiling.
"Teehee~" Sora leans in towards you all at once, startling you into jumping back as her face zooms in to within inches of your own on the table. Stumbling to right yourself while still covering up front with your hands, you search for words as her breath blows over you, disregarding your sense of space. "Umm..."
"What is it, Stevie!?" As Sora smiles, you can't help but notice, out of the corner of your eye, as her arms come down to rest on the table around you, hands clasped together behind your back.
You stammer: "S-so, your mom and I were talking, and-" not knowing what else to do, you simply force yourself to say the words outright: "I've decided to be your pet."
"Oh, I know!" Sora answers cheerfully, unfazed. "Mommy said that earlier. Thanks, Stevie!" Without warning, her hands close in from behind you and snatch you up in their grasp, bringing you to her lips for a kiss. "Mwa! You're the best pet ever!" She squeals, hugging you to her chest. Just like yesterday, come to think of it.
As you try to resolve the conflicting emotions of humiliating yourself before a child, being grabbed and handled without consent, and being showered with affection from the admittedly adorable kid, she giggles a little bit as she hugs you close. "Ew, you do need a bath though!"
Tien's voice comes in again as she starts to leave, smiling happily at your little interaction. "Just don't do anything inappropriate with him, okay sweetie? Not until you're older."
"Okay..."
Wait, what? Older? How long was she going to make you keep playing along with this?
"Does that mean we should get him new clothes?" Sora asks.
"Only if you want to, sweetie. He's your pet," says Tien. "But make sure you put him to bed before going to sleep, okay?"
You call out as Tien walks off: "Wait, what? To bed?"
She stops in the doorway and turns, smiling. "Yes. Can't have you sleeping in Sora's mouth anymore, so..."
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