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Teaser: Misc. Snippets (Mouths and Butts - 1k Words)
🕑 Added 2020-01-21 23:14:10 +0000 UTCHave some snippets from longer scenes, a variety of fun stuff :3c
This weekend is gonna be for making a base outline for exploration and all the exploratory description stuff, Hallway and Living Room alpha to be out soon!
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Phirae plucks you up slowly, balancing you on his palm to bring you up to eye level. Or cheek level at least, so he can offer purring nuzzles that rub his fluffy cheeks over you, pinning you to his palm. They would be terrifying if they weren’t so soft.
“Almost didn’t see you there! But oh gosh do you look so cute when you’re this small!” He purrs, a soft and affectionate-as-ever trill to calm you down.
When he’s finished smothering you in purrs, he collapses onto the nearby sofa, nearly dropping you in the process. The bounce launches you from his palm and onto his chest, sliding down until you stop on top of his tummy. The cat blushes and mumbles a failed apology, but doesn’t pick you up. You don’t complain either; it’s a rather comfortable spot.
“You okay down there?” Phi asks.
You snuggle against the cat, resting on his stomach with a large paw draped over you to hold you in place. His breath pushes you up against the palm of his hand, and subtle shifts of his fingers press you back down. They’re subtle, but amplified by the size difference between you. Phirae probably doesn’t realise how much he moves without thinking.
And yet, it’s relaxing, to hear his purrs rumbling high above you, and sink into the thick field of fur that tickles as it shifts. It also feels a little anticlimactic. You know enough tropes to know this was supposed to end in you getting eaten, or worse! But Phirae seems content to just relax. The worst he does is smush you against his belly to keep you still when he props his paws up on the table.
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You fall onto your butt trying to look up at the cat, and still have to crane your neck to meet his gaze. Looming is an understatement. His bright eyes focus on you all too easily, past his belly, laser guided by instinct and excitement. You may be small but you stand out clear enough against the floor, for a practised predator like a cat. Where would you run? He’s already ten steps ahead of you. It turns out it only takes one step before the massive feline can bend over and pick you up, as casually as if you were a lucky coin.
“Just my luck huh, that you came over so quickly! Sorry about the mess. I would have cleaned up if I’d known…” The cat sounds actually apologetic, if a little embarrassed. As if he’s not thirty times your size and trapping you in his hand! “Hold on one sec, I just need to put some things away, then I can play with you…” Phi glances around the room, back to you, then shrugs and simply puts you in his mouth. There’s no ceremony, no warning - just one second you’re clinging to his finger, and the next his tongue is peeling you off it.
What little resistance you can offer is easily overwhelmed, too quickly for Phirae to even notice you had tried. With a quick suck then a slurp, you’re drenched in cat drool and tucked in against the roof of his maw, trapped in squelchy, purring darkness. You splat against the squishy flesh with barely a moment to catch your breath before the pressure drags you across the top of his mouth. Judging from his purrs, you taste good.
Phirae hums around you. It’s some mindless tune with only the barest hint of consistent tone or rhythm. Just something to keep his mouth occupied while he clears up some space (As if he didn’t have enough going on in there). You can’t tell what’s going on out there over the noise, just that the cat’s calm enough to sigh, while his tongue flexes to pin you in place. You gasp, and get a scent of his breath, strong and warm, carried up from the depths of his body.
A subtle gluck threatens you. It’s a simple movement, but it nudges you deeper within Phirae’s mouth. Towards his throat. You yelp, and cling to the tip of his tongue, just barely stopping your feet from dangling over the back of his throat. But if you’d slipped, he could have swallowed you so easily. You might even think he’s forgotten you’re in there already. He normally bounces as he walks, so it can’t be on purpose. The jostling and shifts in gravity throw you forward randomly, but eventually his tongue squeezes you against his palate once more.
But what is he doing out there?
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The cat’s breath reeks of sugar already, pools of saliva tingling slightly from left-over carbonation. A tiny belch bubbles up, barely audible past his lips. Yet it carries the stench of soda and digestive juices, leaving no question of what he’s going to do to you.
“Hm, don’t think there’s enough drool in there for you.” Phirae teases, slathering already-too-much saliva across your body with every word. “Hold on, I know just how to fix that...”
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"Hey, heads or tails?" He says, brandishing the coin he also grabbed from under the sofa.
Phi nods at your choice, and flicks the coin into the air. It spins and rotates, end over end tossed so high compared to you. But eventually it falls back to earth, to be caught to tell your fate.
It lands in Phirae's open mouth.
The coin simply disappears. It drops past his jaws, splats on Phirae’s tongue, then it’s swallowed without a care. The lump slips down his throat with a clink that could have come from the coin, or from his collar. There’s no difference in the distinction.
Phi grins, that cheesy mischievous grin that tells that he was never going to look at the coin flip anyway.
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The sofa cushions your fall, bouncing you to the back of the seat, but leaving you dazed. When you look up, a shadow looms over you. The cat’s bare butt, massive fuzzy cheeks blotting out the light. His tail curls, a soft jingle so much louder when you’re so small.
“Yup, you’re going riiiiight up there, no matter what! Just try and escape it, I’ll clench you right back in.” His tail collars jingle behind you as he waggles his hips excitedly. For all his teasing, you can still make out his blush, peeking around the curve of his ass. But only for a few seconds, before Phi shoves his butt back and you’re brought close enough that his tailhole engulfs your entire view, surrounding you with the heat of his butt. It almost muffles the cat’s quick whisper.
“Safeword’s ‘keyboard’ for when you do want out, by the way.”
