Teaser - Along for the Ride (Mawplay, AV - 1.3k words) (Patreon)

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?

You’re left in the dark both figuratively and literally for a few moments longer, as the cat settles down. The soft thmp of him sitting is easier to tell than you thought it would be. That, and he blows out a relaxed huff past you. You squirm, shoving against his tongue for space now that he’s stopped moving, but his tongue bucks a few times to gather you up and slide you forward. With another soft sigh, his lips part, to reveal a sight you’d hardly expect.

Instead of the cat’s living room, you’re greeted with a wave of black, soft fur. It shifts, and arcs playfully, revealing itself as a fluffy tail. You can see Phi, reflected from a bell on a collar dangling close by, curled up tight. But much, much closer to you, Phirae’s butthole flexes. Millimetres away from the cat’s lips. You can feel his grin widening.

Oh, he wouldn’t.

He would.

He does.

You’re pressed forward by his tongue, slipped right back through his lips and shoved against the cat’s other end. After spending so long soaked in his drool, you’re far too lubed up to offer any resistance. With one long lick, you’re dragged along the cat’s short musky fur, from the softness of his sac all the way up, until it parts and presses you into the feline’s pucker proper. You’re still not strong enough to push against the cat’s flexing tongue, and now there’s nowhere for you to even push against. The pressure sinks you into the centre of Phirae’s rim. His tailhole squishes over your head with a quiet schlrk, engulfing your upper body with a powerful, teasing clench.

There isn’t any space for the cold to get in, but you can still feel the warring temperature difference of his breath and his bowels. Both are hot, musky, steamy, and greedy. And unfortunately, they work together. Wet, slimy licks over your lower half push you deeper, while alternating flexes keep you pinned amongst the musky tightness. You kick, whenever the pressure lets up on your legs, when you can feel Phirae licking over more than just his butthole.

You can tell he’s getting off on this. He’s trying to push you against his prostate.

Phirae frenches his own asshole to shove you in, complete with muffled moans and vibrating purrs that shake your surroundings. He’s a sloppy kisser. He makes up for it in relentless passion, and the intimate knowledge of exactly how he likes to be teased. You’re just along for the ride, getting tugged back through his tailhole, slurped across his taint, and then squelched deep into his ass. You can feel his excess drool dripping off your waist, soaked in with the cat’s natural musk.

It’s worse, when his tongue plunges in alongside you. The extra lube smears all over you, coating you in a thick, slimy sheen of lust. Despite stretching out his pucker, his thick tongue takes up every inch of available space, and is even more aggressive in smearing you headfirst into his soft, silky bowel walls.

A few times, you slip entirely into the cat’s backside, when he clenches a little too tight, or tongues a little too deep. Peering back is an odd sight, with the tip of Phi’s tongue slipping out, disappearing out of view before a wet clench seals you inside. You’re left squirming against the constricting flesh, soaked in drool and musk, to feel his hips quiver whenever you touch on a sensitive spot.

You stay for only a few seconds before the walls squeeze and you’re pushed back out into Phi’s waiting maw. He’s not done teasing you yet. You’re collected up by his tongue curling around your front, dragging you back into the humid cave of his maw. His breath is tainted with a mix of his ass, but of his dick, too. The pools of drool are slimy with precum, ensuring you’re utterly drenched in the cat’s lust. At one point, you’re still stuck to his tongue when his dick pushes in, spurting a fresh load of pre right over your whole body. If you hadn’t been pinned against his throbbing tip, you might have been swallowed along with it.

But each time he stuffs you up his butt, he pushes you harder against his prostate, the rocking, pumping motions get faster, and the walls clench tighter. Until he finally reaches his peak.

You can tell it’s coming when he stops rimming himself, and gravity shifts. Phirae readjusts, Everything pulses in waves, Phirae’s orgasm rushing through like an ouroboros of horny, weird lust. His voice rumbles through his bowels, along with the loud rush of fluid gushing close by. You can even hear his swallows, a moment later. They’re obvious, by the pauses in his moans.

By the time his climax is over, you’ve been squeezed deep into the cat’s colon, far too deep for him to slurp you out again. The walls ripple, as peristalsis sends you back a short distance, but Phirae gives up before you can see the light of day again. He leaves you lodged somewhere in his bowels, to soak in the combined drool and intestinal slime that’s pooling around you. He’s got to clean up, but you won’t get the chance for a long time...