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"You want me to what?" Spike asked with a puzzled look on his face, staring at his chest where your tiny form stood. He wore his lounging clothes, which were composed of a t-shirt and baggy pants. You wore your heart-patterned pajamas with red slippers to match. You repeated the request even harder. "Let me explore inside your mouth." Spike thought about it, looking at the ceiling, legs outstretched, lazily lying on the couch that was situated in the meeting room of the Bebop.
"Come on, this is one request, and you can go back to your third nap." You offered. He looked back at his chest, "and wouldn't this be your sixth nap?" A snarky remark that made your face flush. "Well, technically, it's my fourth nap." You mumble. He slightly grinned at your flustered expression before replying with a "fine."
"Really!?" You asked, surprised. "Sure," he answered back. "Oh! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! " You couldn't hold your excitement. "You won't regret this; I'll be in and out!" You nearly shouted. "Hey, could you calm down?" Spike asked. He had already started to regret his decision. You turned red a little bit. "Sorry, let me just take off my slippers."
Spike used his fingers to pluck you off his chest, placing you on the table across from the couch. While you took off your slippers, he lazily slid his long legs off the couch to get into a sitting position.
"I'm ready!" You announce. You stood on your hands and knees, ready for your mouth exploration. "Here we go," Spike replied. He plucked you from the table, bringing you to his open maw. It was like a pink cave. His hot breath washed over you, the scent of cigarettes flooding your nostrils. He plopped you on his tongue, which squished underneath your weight like a pillow. It was so soft and warm. You crawled over to his teeth, surprised by their nice white color despite him constantly smoking. Its surface was smooth to the touch, almost like marble. You trudged in deeper to get a closer look at what you craved to see: his throat, observing his uvula hanging above, watching it all pulsate as he swallowed excess saliva pooling underneath you. You tried not to fall and looked down to see some of that spittle disappear into the dark abyss below, listening to the faint grumbling noises it made. You could only blush.
Spike ever so slightly moved his tongue back in his mouth once you were completely inside, still keeping it open enough for light to seep in for you. He swallowed excess saliva that constantly filled his open mouth. He enjoyed feeling your little body moving around, rubbing on his tongue, teeth, or anything you could get your hands on. You left a small trace of flavor with every touch, and it made him hungry. He gradually closed his mouth, trying not to startle you. "Maybe I should keep you in there longer." He thought. His stomach growled in agreement.
You were so amazed that you hardly noticed the light starting to fade until it was too late. You were suddenly surrounded by darkness, "Uhh, Spike, what are you..." Before you could ask your question, his tongue went across your face, getting his spit in your mouth and knocking you onto your back. He began licking you all over, sucking on you like a piece of hard candy. He sloshed, pinned, and prodded around his mouth to get more of your flavor. His elated moans reverberated throughout your whole body. The ferocious growls from his stomach told you that he wanted more than just your taste. You fought hard against the pink muscle, but it proved futile.
Spike couldn't let you out of his mouth as he tried to taste you. The flavor you gave off was a mixture of sweet and savory. With every taste, the flavor got better and better, making him moan in pleasure. He couldn't help but wonder if you'll make a good snack. He started tipping his head back while pushing your saliva-soaked body toward his throat, ready to swallow you whole.
You lay on his tongue soaked his taste testing left you exhausted. You froze, feeling him start tipping his head back tongue, pushing you towards his throat.
Glrrk!
Your legs were the first to get pulled in. "Spike! This was NOT part of the deal!" You shouted. Using the last of your strength, you tried grabbing for anything that could pull you out, but it was too slippery for you to grasp anything, let alone hold it.
Glrrk!
After the second swallow, your body started sliding down his esophagus. You felt his fingers trace your descent down till you disappeared underneath his collar bone. His esophagus was tight and slimy, making it a little hard to breathe. The noises from his stomach grew louder the closer you got. Finally, you landed in the humid organ with a wet SPLAT.
Spike got you down his throat with a thick swallow. He used his finger to follow your tiny bulge from his neck down to his collar bone. It made him grip the couch with pleasure.
Ahhhhhh.
He let out a loud sigh of fulfillment, wiping a little bit of drool from his mouth. He felt you drop in his stomach after a few seconds. The loud gurgling was noisily audible; his stomach was happy that something could feel it up.
Guuurgle!
Your butt was sore from the fall. "Uuugh." You moaned. Your eyes finally getting used to the dark body now covered in a mixture of saliva and stomach juices. His stomach began squeezing and churning, trying its best to digest you. You watched the glistening pink walls surrounding you pulsate as it did this. However, you remained perfectly intact. You could only guess that maybe your size kept you from being digested. "Spike! What the hell!" You yelled angrily, hoping he could hear your voice through all the noises his stomach was making.
Spike shifted his position on the couch from before, lying on his back, patting his belly blissfully. A small belch escaped from his lips. He listened to your muffled shouting. "I can't believe you ate me!" You yelled. "Well, what can I say? Sometimes, my stomach takes over my brain."He slyly remarked. As he spoke, you could feel every rumble in his deep voice. "Tch, you mind letting me out?" You pouted. "Nah, I finally got a free snack." He teased, giving his belly a rub. It grumbled in understanding.
"Are you serious?" You asked. Your question was answered by his sudden soft snoring. You sighed, leaning your back on his stomach wall, listening to the natural noises of his body. Its warmth and sounds combined lulled you to sleep. This was going to be a long night.