Sora And The Carrot
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 47
by
copier
· original author:
a27293
For the space of a heartbeat, dread builds up as you're disconcerted by how taken aback Sora seems to be, by the demands of yours that you'd assumed should just be taken for granted. Even more concerning - when she finally answers, it's with a giggle. "Hee-hee, of course, Stevie~!"
She doesn't sound even the least bit serious or reassuring, and you're about to open your mouth when she continues: "I'll be a real good owner, you'll see! And-" She moves her other hand abruptly, flashing you a smile as she rubs her belly with it in front of you, smiling down, "-I won't eat you without asking again, okay?"
You feel yourself relax a bit, and sigh. That's a good start, at any rate. You figure she's probably mostly just teasing you, when-
"As long as you're good~."
What!?
You're about to object, when you're lifted swiftly up to Sora's smiling lips, which part to let her warm tongue lap up your chest and face, coating you in slick saliva.
"Teehee, you are still tasty though~... now, let's go learn some tricks!"
The next couple of seconds are too chaotic for you to object out loud. While you're trying to wipe spit off of your face so you can speak out, you're suddenly dumped on Sora's shoulder without warning, leaving you scrambling to catch your balance in the hollow of her clavicle. Your blurry vision makes out the shape of one of her pigtails dangling in front of you, and you grab it just in time to have something to hold on to as she takes off walking. After a few steps out into the hall, you manage to pull yourself to your feet, hanging on to the rope of hair for dear life, and shout directly into her ear:
"What do you mean, tricks!? Sora, I'm serious!"
Abruptly, the young girl stops and cocks her head towards you. "Well, you want us to get you some new clothes, right?" She asks you, innocently.
"...yes. So?"
"Well, we'd have to special order them, right? For that size?" She goes on, as if you're missing something obvious.
"...I guess so, yes." You admit. Doll clothes, turns out, weren't exactly a perfect solution.
"Well," says Sora, "when I ask my mom or Sam to buy me something, they make me do something to work for it, you know? Like a month of extra chores or something. But I think the fastest way to get pet clothes from her would be to show off some tricks. I think we could get her to order them tonight if we really impress her, you know?"
"I'm..." you sputter, thrown off-guard. It's a good argument, but- "what do you mean, pet clothes!?" You protest, insulted.
Sora just reaches up a hand to you on her shoulder, and starts stroking down your head and back with one finger. "Okay, okay, I get it Stevie," she coos. You feel anger build up at her patronizing response, and are about to snap at her when she follows up: "But that's what she called them, right? And either way, you just have to play along and they'll come faster, right?"
You want to argue, but, she is making sense... although you can't help but feel like you're being manipulated by someone just two-thirds your age.
No, that's way too cynical. Right? At least, so you tell yourself. Meanwhile, you try not to think about how she's been acting more willful lately.
"So you want me to play along in front of your mom, then?" You ask, already grudgingly accepting it.
Sora smiles, and pats you on the head. "Yup!" She chirps, and then goes on walking.
Little do you really appreciate, as she opens the door to her room and goes cheerfully in to sit on the floor, your reservations about your new 'owner' aren't, well, entirely unfounded. It's not that she's being deliberately manipulative - at least, not any more than most kids her age tend to act, when they want something from an adult.
See, given her background, Sora really does want more than anything to have someone around who looks up to her, depends on her, listens to everything she says, and does whatever she asks.
In other words, she really does want you as her pet.
It's a childlike desire that she logically understands is wrong to force on you, and she's smart enough to have an inkling of suspicion that her mom somehow pressured you into going along with it, given how vast the discrepancy between Tien's and your attitudes about it. But, in her mind is a constantly-flowing stream of excuses to keep the both of you going along with her desires. If she didn't think too hard about the situation with her mother, she didn't have to admit anything was wrong with the idea that you actually wanted to do this.
Also, as she sets you down on the floor in the middle of her room, and sits back on her haunches looking down at you, she already has a series of excuses built up for why you should do what she hopes for next, as you sit clasping your knees to preserve your dignity and glare up at her grumpily. She swallows hard, imagining she's forcing down something a little more substantial than just self-doubt, and then starts: "So..."
"What?" You snap. "Thought of something embarrassing enough for me to do?" You've accepted that you probably have to play along with this so you can deal with the more long-term humiliation of being paraded around naked by an overbearing doctor's little girl, but that doesn't mean you suddenly became really happy about it.
"I-"
Sora balks at your reaction, then gathers her nerve and starts talking again. "So, you could maybe do some acrobatic tricks when I tell you to, and try to impress mom that way? But-"
"Great, like a circus animal." You interrupt, and, surprisingly, she stops to listen, instead of talking over you like she was earlier in the day. "No thanks."
"Um..." Sora tries to come off conciliatory, speaking gently as she agrees. "Yeah, that doesn't sound so good... and I don't think she'd be that impressed, plus your-" she looks away, blushing slightly, - "um, thingy, flying all over the place would-"
"You can stop there. I get it." You hold up a hand, also reddening, trying to shrink down into the floor as you hug your knees tighter. Seeing Sora be as embarrassed with the notion as you are does a lot to calm you down, reminding you that it's Tien you have to blame for your situation, not her.
"Or if you did pet things, I think she'd like that." This time, she forces out the words rapid-fire as looks down at you, her cheeks glowing even redder than before. "I think she'd probably like that, so..."
"Pet things??"
"Y'know, like play dead, roll over, eat out of my hand, or lick my hand or foot like-"
"No!" You shout, incredulous, also reddening. "What!? No! Are, are you kidding me!?"
"W-what?" She stammers, fidgeting. "I- I mean, if you think about it, technically, I was licking your feet earlier, so it's- it's not that stra-"
"Just think of something else!" You shout, desperately ending the conversation as your face grows even hotter. You partly bury it behind your knees to compensate, curling up further in front of the towering Sora.
"O-okay," Sora gets to grips, calming down. "So, what about something practical? Mom's really big on that kind of thing."
"Practical?" You ask.
Sora nods. "Yeah, like climbing around from my pocket to my shoulder and such, y'know? That way, you'll get used to going around with me without being carried?"
You mull over the idea. Testing your climbing skills on Sora's clothes and hair sounded more like regular fun than humiliating or inappropriate, plus it could be fun riding around somewhere other than in her... hand...
"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't actually ridden in your hand that much, have I? Haven't you mostly been carrying me around in your mouth or stomach!?"
Sora opens her eyes wide at your realization, but her reaction isn't what you'd expect: "Oh, yeah! And mom said I can't keep you in my mouth when you're undressed either, so we have to practice gulping you down more quickly..."
"!?? Just don't swallow me at all! Are you messing with me!?"
"What?" She looks at you with what you're almost sure is feigned innocence, this time. "But that wouldn't be fun, right?"
"It'd be fine with me!" You shout back, instantaneously.
"Okay, okay, but hang on," she insists, leaning in to lay down on her stomach in front of you, bringing her head closer to your level. "I should still get to eat you sometimes, right? So it'd be good if-"
"What? No! You don't!" You respond, as she asks this as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Says who!?"
"Okay, but, my mom likes it when we do that, right? An-"
"I don't, though!"
"But, but," she argues, "wouldn't it just be boring if all we could show her was you going in and out of my pockets? That probably won't convince her that I've trained you well enough to order clothes! Then, we'll probably have to do a whole other show later!"
The way she insists on this feels more like she really wants it than like you need it... but, begrudgingly, she does have a point. Acrobatics are right out, on grounds of exhibitionism, so it looks like you have three choices to consider:
-1: Show what an obedient little pet you've become, and humiliate yourself as Sora's dog in front of Tien.
-2: Test your climbing and jumping skills on Sora's clothes, and in her gullet.
-3: (2), but risk boring Tien by sticking to the clothes...
She doesn't sound even the least bit serious or reassuring, and you're about to open your mouth when she continues: "I'll be a real good owner, you'll see! And-" She moves her other hand abruptly, flashing you a smile as she rubs her belly with it in front of you, smiling down, "-I won't eat you without asking again, okay?"
You feel yourself relax a bit, and sigh. That's a good start, at any rate. You figure she's probably mostly just teasing you, when-
"As long as you're good~."
What!?
You're about to object, when you're lifted swiftly up to Sora's smiling lips, which part to let her warm tongue lap up your chest and face, coating you in slick saliva.
"Teehee, you are still tasty though~... now, let's go learn some tricks!"
The next couple of seconds are too chaotic for you to object out loud. While you're trying to wipe spit off of your face so you can speak out, you're suddenly dumped on Sora's shoulder without warning, leaving you scrambling to catch your balance in the hollow of her clavicle. Your blurry vision makes out the shape of one of her pigtails dangling in front of you, and you grab it just in time to have something to hold on to as she takes off walking. After a few steps out into the hall, you manage to pull yourself to your feet, hanging on to the rope of hair for dear life, and shout directly into her ear:
"What do you mean, tricks!? Sora, I'm serious!"
Abruptly, the young girl stops and cocks her head towards you. "Well, you want us to get you some new clothes, right?" She asks you, innocently.
"...yes. So?"
"Well, we'd have to special order them, right? For that size?" She goes on, as if you're missing something obvious.
"...I guess so, yes." You admit. Doll clothes, turns out, weren't exactly a perfect solution.
"Well," says Sora, "when I ask my mom or Sam to buy me something, they make me do something to work for it, you know? Like a month of extra chores or something. But I think the fastest way to get pet clothes from her would be to show off some tricks. I think we could get her to order them tonight if we really impress her, you know?"
"I'm..." you sputter, thrown off-guard. It's a good argument, but- "what do you mean, pet clothes!?" You protest, insulted.
Sora just reaches up a hand to you on her shoulder, and starts stroking down your head and back with one finger. "Okay, okay, I get it Stevie," she coos. You feel anger build up at her patronizing response, and are about to snap at her when she follows up: "But that's what she called them, right? And either way, you just have to play along and they'll come faster, right?"
You want to argue, but, she is making sense... although you can't help but feel like you're being manipulated by someone just two-thirds your age.
No, that's way too cynical. Right? At least, so you tell yourself. Meanwhile, you try not to think about how she's been acting more willful lately.
"So you want me to play along in front of your mom, then?" You ask, already grudgingly accepting it.
Sora smiles, and pats you on the head. "Yup!" She chirps, and then goes on walking.
Little do you really appreciate, as she opens the door to her room and goes cheerfully in to sit on the floor, your reservations about your new 'owner' aren't, well, entirely unfounded. It's not that she's being deliberately manipulative - at least, not any more than most kids her age tend to act, when they want something from an adult.
See, given her background, Sora really does want more than anything to have someone around who looks up to her, depends on her, listens to everything she says, and does whatever she asks.
In other words, she really does want you as her pet.
It's a childlike desire that she logically understands is wrong to force on you, and she's smart enough to have an inkling of suspicion that her mom somehow pressured you into going along with it, given how vast the discrepancy between Tien's and your attitudes about it. But, in her mind is a constantly-flowing stream of excuses to keep the both of you going along with her desires. If she didn't think too hard about the situation with her mother, she didn't have to admit anything was wrong with the idea that you actually wanted to do this.
Also, as she sets you down on the floor in the middle of her room, and sits back on her haunches looking down at you, she already has a series of excuses built up for why you should do what she hopes for next, as you sit clasping your knees to preserve your dignity and glare up at her grumpily. She swallows hard, imagining she's forcing down something a little more substantial than just self-doubt, and then starts: "So..."
"What?" You snap. "Thought of something embarrassing enough for me to do?" You've accepted that you probably have to play along with this so you can deal with the more long-term humiliation of being paraded around naked by an overbearing doctor's little girl, but that doesn't mean you suddenly became really happy about it.
"I-"
Sora balks at your reaction, then gathers her nerve and starts talking again. "So, you could maybe do some acrobatic tricks when I tell you to, and try to impress mom that way? But-"
"Great, like a circus animal." You interrupt, and, surprisingly, she stops to listen, instead of talking over you like she was earlier in the day. "No thanks."
"Um..." Sora tries to come off conciliatory, speaking gently as she agrees. "Yeah, that doesn't sound so good... and I don't think she'd be that impressed, plus your-" she looks away, blushing slightly, - "um, thingy, flying all over the place would-"
"You can stop there. I get it." You hold up a hand, also reddening, trying to shrink down into the floor as you hug your knees tighter. Seeing Sora be as embarrassed with the notion as you are does a lot to calm you down, reminding you that it's Tien you have to blame for your situation, not her.
"Or if you did pet things, I think she'd like that." This time, she forces out the words rapid-fire as looks down at you, her cheeks glowing even redder than before. "I think she'd probably like that, so..."
"Pet things??"
"Y'know, like play dead, roll over, eat out of my hand, or lick my hand or foot like-"
"No!" You shout, incredulous, also reddening. "What!? No! Are, are you kidding me!?"
"W-what?" She stammers, fidgeting. "I- I mean, if you think about it, technically, I was licking your feet earlier, so it's- it's not that stra-"
"Just think of something else!" You shout, desperately ending the conversation as your face grows even hotter. You partly bury it behind your knees to compensate, curling up further in front of the towering Sora.
"O-okay," Sora gets to grips, calming down. "So, what about something practical? Mom's really big on that kind of thing."
"Practical?" You ask.
Sora nods. "Yeah, like climbing around from my pocket to my shoulder and such, y'know? That way, you'll get used to going around with me without being carried?"
You mull over the idea. Testing your climbing skills on Sora's clothes and hair sounded more like regular fun than humiliating or inappropriate, plus it could be fun riding around somewhere other than in her... hand...
"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't actually ridden in your hand that much, have I? Haven't you mostly been carrying me around in your mouth or stomach!?"
Sora opens her eyes wide at your realization, but her reaction isn't what you'd expect: "Oh, yeah! And mom said I can't keep you in my mouth when you're undressed either, so we have to practice gulping you down more quickly..."
"!?? Just don't swallow me at all! Are you messing with me!?"
"What?" She looks at you with what you're almost sure is feigned innocence, this time. "But that wouldn't be fun, right?"
"It'd be fine with me!" You shout back, instantaneously.
"Okay, okay, but hang on," she insists, leaning in to lay down on her stomach in front of you, bringing her head closer to your level. "I should still get to eat you sometimes, right? So it'd be good if-"
"What? No! You don't!" You respond, as she asks this as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Says who!?"
"Okay, but, my mom likes it when we do that, right? An-"
"I don't, though!"
"But, but," she argues, "wouldn't it just be boring if all we could show her was you going in and out of my pockets? That probably won't convince her that I've trained you well enough to order clothes! Then, we'll probably have to do a whole other show later!"
The way she insists on this feels more like she really wants it than like you need it... but, begrudgingly, she does have a point. Acrobatics are right out, on grounds of exhibitionism, so it looks like you have three choices to consider:
-1: Show what an obedient little pet you've become, and humiliate yourself as Sora's dog in front of Tien.
-2: Test your climbing and jumping skills on Sora's clothes, and in her gullet.
-3: (2), but risk boring Tien by sticking to the clothes...
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