Shiryu's Toy for a Day P.3 (Patreon)

Instantly covered in her spit, Furyu mingled amongst a sea of tastebuds in a desperate struggle to pick herself back up. Every movement was met with a comical slip and her face planting against the massive tongue. Shiryu’s repressed laughter and her attempts to taunt Furyu didn’t do much to help either. 

"Sowwy fow the smell, I jusht ate. But if you find any scwaps, don't be afwaid to help youwself." Her voice echoed and boomed at a deafening volume all around Furyu as her tongue slithered violently with her speech. She felt like she was going to get launched out any second but the ocean of saliva kept her firmly secured to the pink muscle. The tiny delinquent had a few choice words to yell towards her big sis, but even opening her mouth slightly resulted in a tidal wave of her big sister’s saliva flooding into her system. While nowhere near as disgusting as having to choke on her foot sweat, the viscous and slimy saliva dominated every inch and stuck to her like glue. 

Almost like a fly caught in an incomprehensibly large web, or rather a fly currently drowning in the enzymes of a pitcher plant. More of Shiryu’s stiflingly humid and pungent breath rushed over her before the light slowly faded from her maw as she began closing her mouth. Furyu desperately reached out watching her pearly whites slowly bite down on her only (sensible) way out of this horrifying prison. Once her mouth was completely closed, the temperature immediately rose. Her mouth was less like a sauna and more like a slow cooker. Her heart beat echoed in a deafening rhythm and it was only the beginning. Shiryu still hadn’t had her fun. Riding her tongue like was would soon become an impossibility as it began to slide all across the insides of her maw. First she pinned her tiny sister to the roof of her mouth, making sure to get a good taste.

“Mmmm… for someone covered in nasty foot sweat, you don’t taste to bad little sis.” She snarked, her voice rattling every bone in her minuscule body and her breath singing the insides of her saliva drenched nostrils. Shiryu considered the weirdness of technically swapping spit with her own sister (or rather forcing her own spit into Furyu’s mouth), but the amount of fun she was having made it impossible for her to pass up the opportunity. Relatives don’t randomly shrink everyday so she might aswell make the best of such a spectacular moment (even if the only reason she came back to Japan was to take care her two tiny sisters until Furyu grew back).

Shiryu tried to let out another snarky comment but the sharp movement of her tongue caused Furyu to go flying into the area below her tongue. Dropping off into an abyss of saliva made the tiny sister immediately miss being played with like a toy by Shiryu’s tongue. The risk of drowning in lunch-scrap-flavored dribble was a lot lower. Without a tongue shape liferaft to grab on, Furyu attempted to swim through the viscous drool to safety. In addition to already being an incredibly difficult task, Shiryu’s tongue frantically searching for her didn’t make things any better. After a couple life-threatening seconds (which felt like an eternity to Furyu) she eventually washed up beside on the “shore” between the bottom of her mouth and Shiryu’s megalithic molars, in which she was met with something extremely gross. 

While she couldn’t see it in the pitch blackness of Shiryu’s mouth, she could definitely smell it. A piece of forgotten food stuck between her teeth. Like rotting meat and much more oppressive than her already disgusting breath, Furyu wanted to dive back into the sea of spit but if she wanted to avoid drowning sticking by it was her only viable option. 

“Awww, your so considerate sis.” She said, feeling her tiny legs move around near the scrap of food that’s been bothering her for hours. “Tell ya what, if you can get that gunk out of my teeth I might consider letting you out early.”

Those ear-shattering words made Furyu want to throw up even more (something she wouldn’t really regret given how it was pretty much the only barely tangible thing she could do to her colossal big sister). She didn’t want her to win, but she also moreso didn’t want her stubbornness to lead with her tiny body coming out of Shiryu’s other end so she practically had no choice. Suffering in silence with saliva still somehow finding its way into her mouth, Furyu begrudgingly began slowly shoveling food out from between her powerful molars. In meantime, Shiryu sat in Furyu’s room with an incredibly smug expression on her face as she playfully watched Haryu tend to her socks. 

She only wanted to mess with Furyu but given Haryu’s enthusiasm towards her feet, she couldn’t really stop her so she allowed Haryu to keep on embracing and cleaning her pungent socks. A couple minutes of boredom later, Shiryu eventually had another idea. Rather than another punishment for Furyu, she thought up a reward for her oh so diligent littlest sister. Gently picking her tiny body up from the pile of steamy socks, she sat up from the floor and walked to the front door. Initially confused and sad that she wasn’t able to “have fun” with Shiryu’s socks, Haryu’s eyes lit up like fireworks as soon as she saw where she was taking her. Holding her over the opening of her incredibly beat up work shoes, the tiny girl began to bask in the heatwave of foot odor that immediately rushed over her. She could feel drool trying to escape from her lustful mouth when, like a dream scenario, she found herself falling towards the practically destroyed insole. 

“Thank youuuuu Shiryu Onee-sannnn.” She exclaimed as she fell down onto the drenched and darkened material. 

“I didn’t know girls could be into this kinda stuff, but since your so eager I may aswell indulge you,” She winked. “Think of it as a reward for being so hard workin’... or an early birthday present. Your choice.” 

As if things couldn’t get any better for the tiny girl, She saw the shadow of Shiryu’s barefoot slowly begin to slide into the show. She was in heaven…