This choice: At the bottom of Daisy's feeding trough, covered in food (mouth play) • Go Back...Chapter #7This Lil Piggy Had Human by: mrsadsack   Marc groaned in disgust as he realized he was covered in food. There was whipped cream and cherries in his hair, chocolate sauce and caramel on his chest and freezing cold lumps that turned out to be every flavor of ice cream in the world underneath him. He was confused for a few seconds, then he took in the walls on either side of him and realized something horrifying. He was inside Daisy's feeding trough!
As soon as he realized that, he was in for another scary surprise when his giant pig mistress appeared over him, looking down. She was wearing a bib with a knife and fork on it, and a human between them. She looked at Marc and the drool inside her mouth almost leaked out.
"Ah mus' say, darlin', ya sure do look mighty appetizin'!"
"Daisy! What's going on?"
"Well, darlin', ya passed out on me afore I was done trainin'. Ah can't have ya slackin' off! Trainin's important to me, and ah need ya to understand that! So... ah gotta punish ya."
"You're going to eat me?!" Marc squeaked. "Over one mistake?!"
Daisy let out a snorting laugh. "Of course not, darlin'! Don't be silly! Ah wouldn't eat ya over one lil' hiccup. This is just a warnin' for ya... And a bit of a treat for me." She licked her lips.
Marc groaned. He'd avoided being eaten in the past, but he'd been inside an anthro's mouth several times before. It was never pretty but it beat being digested.
"Just get it over with," Marc said.
"Don't mind if ah do!" Daisy said.
Daisy didn't just pluck him out of the trough like he expected. She grabbed the entire trough, lifted it over her head and tilted one side into her gaping mouth. One second Marc was on one side of the trough, the next he was sliding down like a freezing cold slide. He avoided going directly into Daisy's mouth but only because the scoops of ice cream piled up at the end into a small hillock. He landed on the mound and began sinking into it. It was like creamy quicksand.
Marc couldn't see well through the melted ice cream covering his face and eyes, but he could hear the greedy slurping, gulping sounds as Daisy messily devoured her trough of ice cream. Marc would've been impressed at her eating abilities if he wasn't dreading what would come next. The cold around his feet gave way to a warmth. Daisy's tongue had found her prize. She let out a squeal of pleasure as she licked Marc's feet, and despite how much Marc hated the situation, his feet were ticklish, and he couldn't stop laughing. He felt her lips chomp on his feet and before he knew it, she slurped him into her mouth like a noodle.
Marc's environment changed from the freezing cold of the ice cream mountains, to warm, wet and humid as he and the scoops of ice cream were worked around the inside of Daisy's mouth. Judging by the squeals of delight and moaning sounds Daisy made as she ran her tongue over his body and slammed him against her cheeks, Marc was a flavor sensation. A delightful combo as his taste mingled with each new flavor of ice cream she inhaled.
After a few seconds of savoring her dessert, Daisy would expertly maneuver the melted ice cream to the back of her throat and swallow, keeping her human sucker away. Clearly she'd had a lot of practice with not swallowing a living lifesaver. Marc wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. He watched as gulp after gulp of frozen dairy product disappeared down her gullet, followed by frequent burps that he was forced to breathe in.
This wasn't the best time Marc had ever been in someone's mouth, but it also wasn't the worst. Usually when an anthro wanted a taste and he couldn't talk them out of it, he just let his body be loose and let them do whatever they wanted until they had enough and spit him out. This time was no different. His body hurt from the earlier training, his boss's breath stank to high heaven, and he'd get the occasional mouthful of pre-chewed ice cream and pig drool. In spite of all of that, he comforted himself with one crucial thought. "At least she isn't trying to eat me."
After fifteen minutes of this treatment, that thought wasn't much comfort. Daisy had swallowed the last of her ice cream a few minutes ago but she hadn't spit him out yet. She was sucking on him so hard that he was convinced she wanted every last drop of flavor wringed out of his body.
Another couple of minutes and Marc decided to go against his philosophy of playing dead in the mouth and just spoke.
"Daisy, please let me out."
She didn't reply. She just made satisfied slurping and munching sounds as she continued to taste him.
"Daisy!" Marc said louder. "Please let me out!"
She didn't respond again. Now Marc was getting worried. This had happened before when someone enjoyed his taste so much that she zoned out and just focused on savoring him. The time that happened, he'd nearly been swallowed. But surely that wouldn't happen this time. Right?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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