Summary: Ace, curious about Tip's flavor, gives the tiny tabby some hearty licks. Then, Tips has fun in Ace's mouth.
 
Featuring: Macro/Micro, Tongue Play, Licking/Tasting, Burping/Belching, Uvula Play, Vomit Play
 
Main Characters: Ace, Tips
 
 
 
 
 
“So, Tips . . . does your fur /really/ taste like fresh chocolate chip cookies?”
 
Upon hearing the question, Tips, a tiny cookie tabby turned to his giant crow friend, Ace, the one who had asked the inquiry. “Yeah, that’s true,” the feline replied, nodding from his spot on the table below. “Why?”
 
Ace blushed, and nervously adjusted his circular glasses. “Well, I’ve always wanted to taste it,” he told the cat shyly. “Ever since you’ve told me that, I’ve wanted to give you a lick or two. . . Sorry, I know that’s kind of weird.”
 
Tip turned to his large friend with a big grin on his face. “Aw, don’t worry! I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a few licks! In fact. . .” Now he was the one who looked anxious, and as the cat contemplated his next words, his stretchy tail shyly curled around his legs. Finally, he said, “If you want to taste me, I’d be more than happy to oblige. But I’d want more than just your tongue around me.”
 
“More, huh? So, what do you want?” Ace asked curiously.
 
Tips giggled. “Well, I have a big thing for maws, and I’ve always wanted to see yours. . . So I’ll let you taste me all you want, if I get to hop inside of your mouth! I’d love to play with your uvula a bit too, and have you burp on me. So, what do you say?”
 
Ace smirked. “Heck yeah! I get to have your cookie flavor even more that way, and I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun with that!” He nodded eagerly. “Let’s do it!”
 
“Yay!” Tips cheered. He quickly added, “But don’t swallow me, ok? I love being above the throat, but don’t want to go down one!”
 
“No problem,” his crow friend told him. “Now, get up & stand back. I’m going to put my head near you.”
 
The cookie tabby nodded and happily followed the instructions. He looked up at Ace, and watched as the crow put his head down lower, so that it was right above the table. Then, he slowly began to open his mouth.
 
Tips watched excitedly as the crow’s beak parted, revealing pink, gooey-looking insides that shone with saliva. His yellow eyes lit up with excitement upon seeing his friend’s tongue, glowing a bright light as he stared at the large organ. It was covered in slobber, and when Ace stuck it outside of his mouth, some drool dripped from the tip of the tongue, landing on the table. Seeing that made Tips excited & flustered, and he blushed happily. He had seen peeks of the crow’s mouth when the bird was sleeping, but now, he was witnessing the entire thing in its full glory—and that was truly wonderful.
 
Ace saw his friend’s reaction and smirked. “Aw, you like that, huh?” he teased the tabby, swinging his tongue left & right, getting more drool on top of the table. The crow saw Tips was blushing even more, and he smiled, getting caught up in the moment. Oh, he was going to have so much fun with this. . .
 
“I’m going to lap you right up, you know,” Ace said to the cat, continuing to slowly move his tongue. “I’m going to give you lick after lick, and absolutely /cover/ you in my spit & drool. You’re going to taste absolutely amazing, I just know it, you delicious kitty you. And once I’m satisfied with your tasty flavor, you’ll get to play with my uvula all you want. How does that sound?”
 
Tips grinned, nodding eagerly. “T-That sounds absolutely amazing, Ace. . . I’d love that!”
 
“Good.” The crow gave his tiny friend a comforting smile. “I can already tell that we’re going to have so much fun together today. And I’ll take care of you every step of the way, make sure you’re treated with the utmost care. I promise.”
 
The tabby smiled. “Thank you.”
 
“You’re welcome. Now. . .” Ace elaborately ran his tongue along the outside of his beak. “It’s time to finally get a taste of those cookies! Turn around, ok?”
 
Tips did so. The crow opened his mouth slightly, and stuck out his tongue, bringing his head forward. He came closer & closer to Tips, and when he was close, he stopped. There was a pause, and Tips was about to ask his friend if something was the matter, but then the bird lunged a little bit forward, and the tip of his tongue landed on the top of the cat’s head.
 
Tips smiled in euphoric delight at that first moment of contact, a pleasant tingle traveling down his spine as the tasting began. The tongue tip stopped moving for a moment, and then swirled around his fur, ruffling his ears. “Mmmm!” Ace exclaimed. “You really /do/ taste like chocolate chip cookies—fresh out of the oven, too!”
 
Tips giggled. “Thanks!” he exclaimed. “Want to taste me even more?”
 
“Of course!”
 
The crow continued to lap up the top of Tips’s head, and then went to the back, matting the fur there, too. The tabby purred happily as he was licked, loving the way it felt to be tasted. It was always so amazing, and his purring only got louder as Ace went on.
 
His friend brought his tongue down more of his body, licking his neck, then his back, and reaching his behind area. Ace wrapped his tongue around Tips’s stretchy, long tail, sighing in delight as he soaked up the flavor. After that, the crow licked up the back of the cat’s legs, before bringing his head back & up, taking a short break.
 
The back of Tips was covered in spit, and he continued to purr—he always loved being lapped up like a piece of candy (or in his particular case, a baked good, he supposed). But then, Ace came around to the side of him, and began tasting him from the front!
 
This time, it was one big, long lick—it covered Tips from head to toe, absolutely drenching him in drool. If he’d thought the drool on his back had been a lot, on, that had been absolutely /nothing/ compared to the amount on his front. When Ace leaned back, the cat blinked for a moment, then let out his loudest purr yet, relishing the sensation of wetness dripping all over his body.
 
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Ace teased. “Well, the fun is only just beginning. You said you want to feel a burp or two? So turn back to face me, and I’ll give you a preview of what’s to come.”
 
Tips nodded eagerly, then did as his friend said. He smiled upon seeing the crow’s face again, knowing he was going to get a look at that maw very shortly. And he was absolutely right, because a moment later, Ace’s mouth opened slightly, and a small burp left his mouth.
 
/Uuurp!/ Tips felt the air from the release of gas; it came over his head & neck, a short burst of a breeze. He giggled at the feeling, blushing slightly, and Ace noticed his reaction. “Like that?” the crow asked. The cat nodded, and the bird continued, “Well then, have some more!”
 
A moment later, a louder burp came out: /URP!/ This time, Ace had to open his mouth wider to release the larger amount of gas, and it came over more than just Tips’s head: it washed over his upper body completely, and the wind was stronger this time, ruffling his still-damp fur.
 
And then, a big belch was released: UUURP!/ Ace had to completely open his maw for this one, putting the inside on full display as he burped all over Tips. The huge amount of gas covered Tips’s entire body, which felt amazing, but inside the crow’s mouth was something even better. Namely, that the cat could see his friend’s uvula swaying from the belch that had just come out. Oh, that would make for some good fun later. . .
 
In the aftermath of the burp, Tips was beginning to get truly excited. He watched eagerly as Ace brought his head back, and the crow opened his mouth nice & wide. “Can I go inside?” he asked his friend eagerly.
 
“Absolutely!” Ace replied. “Go right ahead—the door’s open!”
 
The tabby cheered, and ran up to the crow’s beak. When he was standing next to the tip of it, in front of the large tongue, he took a deep breath. This was finally it! The excited tabby lifted up his foot, and stepped inside of the mouth.
 
Ace could feel Tips’s paw on his tongue, and it had the same chocolate chip cookie flavor as the rest of the cat. As well as a different taste altogether. . . “Is that raspberry I taste?” the crow asked.
 
“Yeah, my pink paw pads have that flavor,” the tabby replied. “Is that ok?”
 
“Of course!” the giant replied. “Keep going inside. . . I want to feel all of you in there, friend.”
 
Tips nodded, blushing. Then, he lifted up his other foot, and carefully brought it into the mouth too, standing completely on top of the tongue. He wobbled for a moment, trying to get his balance on top of the squishy organ, but thankfully, he was soon able to get the hang of things. After all, no matter what, cats did always land on their feet!
 
Once Tips got his balance steady, he ventured further into the mouth, taking one slow step after another so he could make his way deeper inside. He always loved being inside of maws—heck, if he could, he would honestly live inside of one—and it proved interesting to see the differences between the mouths he went inside. So, as he steadily made his way down the tongue, he searched for the ways Ace’s mouth was different from other people’s.
 
Well, he certainly hadn’t been inside of that many beaks before. The humidity inside of a bird’s mouth had a different texture than in most, and Ace’s maw was similar in this way. The tongue was more pointed and longer, instead of short & rounder, and the lack of teeth made for a unique view once he turned around and looked out.
 
“Mmm, I can taste you on my tongue with every step!” Ace exclaimed happily. “You’re delicious, Tips!”
 
The tabby giggled. “Thanks—I’m glad you like my fur’s flavor!”
 
By now, the cat was halfway inside of the mouth, and he looked up at the uvula in the back, grinning at the lovely sight. It was very large and dangly, just how he liked them—and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on it. But first, there were other things to have fun with. . .
 
Tips turned around and faced the front of the mouth, looking out of Ace’s maw. Like he had thought, the beak framed the outside world in an interesting way; he liked the view a lot. He glanced behind him, then faced forward and took a big step back, loving the way he watched the mouth engulf him further as he went.
 
“You’re pretty deep in now,” Ace teased him. “You feel good. . . Do you want me to close my mouth now? I’ll be sure not to make it totally dark.”
 
“Yeah, that would be great!” Tips agreed!”
 
And so, the crow slowly brought the top & bottom of his beak together, the light trickling out of his maw as he did so. Tips watched this process occur until only a small amount of light was left, coming in through the tiniest of gaps and washing gently over him. Then, the beak was still.
 
Tips’s yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, allowing him to see his environment better than most would in his situation. With this ability, he took a moment to admire the maw further, loving how much moister the air was now that the beak was nearly closed. His excitement made its way into his legs, and he did a happy dance on top of the tongue—he was finally in Ace’s mouth! And what a glorious place it was indeed. He loved it! Laughing happily, he flopped down on top of the drool-covered tongue and made “saliva angels” in the spit, bringing his arms & legs outward, then inward, on the ground.
 
“What are you doing in there?” Ace asked, sounding confused. His words echoed around inside of the beak.
 
Tips smiled. “I’m celebrating, of course!” he exclaimed to his friend. “I’m just glad I finally get to spend time inside of your mouth. It’s great!”
 
“Aw, I’m glad!” the crow said cheerfully. “I’m happy you’re happy. Plus, as a bonus, I got a /really/ good taste of you when you were on my tongue just now—that chocolate chip cookie flavor is /great/!”
 
Tips stood up on the tongue. “Alright, you’ve had quite a bit of fun,” Ace noted. “Now before you get to play with my uvula, I want to have another taste!”
 
The tabby giggled. “Go right ahead!” he agreed. “I’m excited to be tasted—this is going to be great!”
 
“I agree! Here we go. . .”
 
There was a brief pause. Then, Tips saw the tip of the tongue start to twitch, and then, the front half of the organ reared up, looming over him. Then, it gave the cat a gentle, tentative poke, before softly feeling around his body.
 
“I just want to get a general idea of where you are before I begin,” Ace explained. “Plus, this is giving me a good sample of your flavor again. . . Yum!”
 
Tips giggled—he couldn’t help it; he was ticklish, and the tongue was touching all over him! It felt good, though, and it was going to get even better very soon.
 
The tongue stopped licking him for a moment, and then, it came forward and gave the front of his body a slow, long lick, starting at his feet and going upwards. Tips could feel a large amount of saliva gathering on his fur as this occurred, and he leaned into the feeling, loving how he was being lapped up.
 
“Mmmm, such a good cookie flavor. . .” Ace murmured. “I’m going to savor every minute of this, trust me. . .”
 
The tongue made its way up Tips legs, and swirled around his belly when it reached that area. Tips let out his loudest laugh yet—that was where he was the most ticklish!—and reached forward, putting his paws on the tongue as it sampled him. As the organ reached his chest, he ran his hands against it, giving Ace more of his taste as the crow licked him. And when the tongue finally reached his head, he closed his eyes and leaned into it, loving the way the organ plopped against his face and doused it in liquid. To finish off, the tongue poked the top of his head and ruffled his ears again, then retreated, plopping back down.
 
Tips opened his eyes and looked over his body, admiring his saliva-covered form. He was soaking wet, all because his flavor was being enjoyed by his friend! It felt amazing.
 
“That was good, but trust me, we can do even better,” Ace teased him. “Hold on tight, friendo, because you’re going to love this, I just know it. . . Lie down on my tongue, ok?”
 
Tips did so without hesitation, plopping his stomach on top of the organ. He waited patiently for what was going to come next, and after a few seconds, the tongue began to move. The cat watched as watched the front half of it reared up again—perhaps Ace was going to lick his back this time, he guessed? Little did he know that this was going to be not only that, but something much more.
 
The tongue came over to Tips and gently pulled his body closer to the tip of the tongue. Then, the organ wrapped around his body—the tabby’s mouth dropped open in surprised delight as it engulfed him, and soon, he was utterly surrounded by the wet, drool-covered surface. It held him gently but firmly, and Ace squeezed him lightly; the crow let out a happy sigh as he tasted the cat’s flavor. And Tips did the same as he was savored once again.
 
After that, Ace’s tongue unfurled from around him, and Tips stood back up. “Alright, I’m satisfied,” the crow said. “I’ve had my fill. So now, my uvula’s all yours, buddy!”
 
Tips cheered. “Alright!” he exclaimed. “Thanks, Ace—I can’t wait to play with it!”
 
The crow chuckled. “I’m excited too. Have fun!”
 
The tabby turned around and looked at the uvula. He had taken a moment to admire it before, but now, he could finally take it in, in all of its full glory. The large, dangling organ glistened slightly in the low light, and though it was still for right now, that surely wouldn’t last, with what Tips was about to do. Because here was a new uvula, just /waiting/ for him to play with it—and he wasn’t going to waste any more time.
 
The cat walked to the back of the throat, until he was near the end of the tongue. A few steps away from him was he entrance to Ace’s gaping throat, and the uvula, which hung above it. This was it.
 
Tips gingerly reached out with one paw, his fingers twitching in excitement as he extended his arm. When his hand reached the uvula, he lay it on the surface of the teardrop-shaped organ. The fleshy surface felt good underneath his fingers, and the moment of first contact emboldened him: Tips took his hand off of the uvula, then used his paw to bat at it, like it was a ball of yarn.
 
His action was gentle & hesitant, as he didn’t want to hit the organ too hard, and at the start of these kinds of interactions, he was always a little bit shy. But seeing the uvula move back & forth, even if only a little bit, made his cautiousness get replaced by excitement; it flowed through him in a happy wave of emotion. Tips batted the uvula again, with a bit more force this time, and then did that a few more times, excited cries leaving his mouth as he did so. His tail swayed excitedly behind him as the urge to play went through him, and he continued toying with Ace’s uvula.
 
The crow chuckled. “Having fun back there?” he asked his friend.
 
“Oh, am I!” the tabby exclaimed. By now, he was using both paws to play with the organ he loved so much, and as he did so, he got a great idea on what he wanted to do next. And so, when the uvula swung back towards him, instead of batting it, he caught it with both hands. Then, he came forward, and hugged the fleshy teardrop, wrapping his arms around it in a large embrace.
 
He snuggled against the uvula, purring happily as he hugged it, feeling the squishy muscle of the organ underneath his paws & body. It was always amazing to touch something like this with his body, and he wrapped his tail around a lower part. For a moment, he stayed just like that, hugging & snuggling the uvula with loud, loving purrs, admiring the organ with his entire body. Though, he could admire it further, too. . .
 
Tips swayed his body back and forth, then transitioned into humping the uvula. He went slow at first, rocking himself as he got himself into a good rhythm, and sped up as he went along. His chest & belly smooshed against the uvula as he humped it, and the cat smiled, loving the way this felt against his body.
 
He continued the humping, and as he did so, he brought his paws upwards, and wrapped them around a higher part of the fleshy teardrop. As he brought his legs against it, he jumped up, then wrapped them around the bottom of the uvula, bringing his tail around it too. For a moment the uvula swayed back & forth thanks to his movements, which he greatly loved—the feeling of motion was always so nice—but after a few seconds, it slowed, and then stopped moving altogether.
 
Tips clung tightly to the uvula, loving the way his body draped around the beautiful organ. After thinking over what he wanted to happen next, he got an idea. “I’d love it if you can do some more burps,” he told Ace. “It’ll make this part of you sway and move around while I’m on it. . . Can we do that?”
 
“Sure!” the crow eagerly replied. “Let me just drink some soda to help me out. . .”
 
Tips heard Ace walk around outside, open the fridge, and then close it. A moment later, the /ka-chk!/ sound of a Coke can opening rang in the air, and after that, the beak opened. Ace tilted his head back, which made his uvula swing back in turn, with Tips on it. The cat clung on tight, smiling as he watched his friend pour soda into his mouth, and listening to the sounds of the liquid being gulped down behind him. Ace was careful to pour the soda in a way that it slid down his tongue, and didn’t splash on Tips.
 
This continued for quite a while, until the bird had drunk the entire can of Coke. At that point, the crow put the can on the kitchen table, and brought his head back down. The uvula lurched back into its regular place, and Tips enjoyed the little swing ride, letting out a, “Wheeee!” as the organ moved.
 
“Alright, that should do it,” Ace said. “Get ready, because I’m sure to let out some burps any second now. . .”
 
The two friends were ready to be patient in case it would take time, but they didn’t have to wait long. After a few seconds, Ace let out a /buuurp/: the belch poured out of his throat and gushed through his beak, coming out of his mouth. As it did so, the windy gas made the crow’s uvula move a swing bit, and Tips let out happy yells as it sway about. He could smell the sugary scent of the Coke, and even taste it in the air as he breathed. It was wonderful.
 
When the burp ended, the wind died down, and the uvula slowly stopped swaying, until it was only bobbing gently in the back of Ace’s throat. Tips snuggled against the organ with a smile. He could already hear another belch rising, and was excited for it to arrive; it would be here any minute—
 
/Uuuuuuuurp!/ The burp arrived, and the gas made the uvula move even more than before; it swayed in the back of the mouth, rocking back & forth, up & down with Tips holding on tight to the fleshy teardrop. This was quite a fun ride, and when the uvula slowed down, then eventually stopped, the cat couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
 
But then, a second later, another belch came, one that was even bigger! /BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!/ The uvula swung & bobbed like crazy, making for the most fun for Tips yet. He let out, “Wheee!” and “Yahoo!” sounds as the organ moved about, riding the fleshy swing all around the back of the mouth as the burp came out, blowing plenty of air into the mouth. The Coke smell was stronger than ever, and Tips opened his mouth as he swung, so that he could taste the soda more. It was incredible!
 
The big, long burp made for a very long bout of wind, which made for an extended, fantastic ride. It slowly came to a stop as less & less gas came out of Ace’s throat, and the uvula’s swinging radius became smaller & smaller as it steadied, until it halted altogether, aside from some bobbing. Tips let out a happy sigh—this was all amazing, and he was having so much fun. He hugged the uvula tightly, awaiting what would come next.
 
After that, Ace let out a few more burps, the soda in his stomach fueling them. Some were short & sweet, and others long & delightful. Tips enjoyed all of them, loving how the uvula moved all throughout the back of the mouth, savoring the soda-flavored gas that came out each time, and treasuring how the uvula felt underneath his paws & body. Each belch was a great experience, and he loved this time with his friend.
 
Seven burps later, Ace said to Tips, “I’m running out of steam a bit here, but I should have it in me for just one more,” Ace said to Tips. “After that, I’ll spit you out and we’ll finish up. What do you think?”
 
“Actually. . .” Tips blushed. “I have a different idea, if you’re up for it.”
 
“Oh? What is it?”
 
“Well, I kind of like it when this kind of stuff gets messy,” Tips explained to his friend. “Like when the pred gags or throws up, stuff like that. Could we. . . Could we try something like that?”
 
Ace thought for a moment. “Well, I don’t see why not!” he finally replied. “Birds can regurgitate food pretty easily from their crop, and I did have a snack earlier, so I can make myself vomit a little if you’ll like that. But are you ok with getting dirty with puke?”
 
“Absolutely!” the tabby exclaimed. “I don’t mind at all!”
 
“Ok, then let’s do it! Just give me a second here. . .”
 
Tips waited patiently for his friend to regurgitate, stroking the flesh of the uvula under his paws as he did so. After a moment, he felt the bird bobbing, the head moving as Ace’s neck went up & down. Then the bird seemed to nod a few times, and all of these movements made the uvula sway & bob. In addition, Tips could hear something gurgling far down in the throat, and he had a feeling he knew what it was. . .
 
Sure enough, the gurgling sound was soon getting closer, and closer, and closer. . . Tips looked down, and saw that a small amount of vomit was coming up from the throat: a brown, wet slush of digested cake, icing, and sprinkles. Tips remembered that the snack Ace had eaten earlier was some java cupcakes, and he could smell the chocolatey coffee scent of the food from the barf that was coming up. It was mixed with a sour scent as well—no doubt that was from its time being chewed up and stored in the crop. This was certainly going to be interesting. . .
 
The puke came up from the throat, and it poured into the mouth, streaming past Tips and making the uvula swing & bob with its most intense movements yet. The tabby could feel the upchucked cupcakes getting all over his body, but he didn’t mind; that was all just part of the fun, after all! He let out a carefree laugh as Ace expelled food, loving how the uvula was being pulled everywhere because of all this.
 
Then, the vomit stopped coming, and Tips felt the uvula slow down bit by bit, until it finally stopped. The cat grinned—now /that/ had been an excellent closing act to their good time. Little did he know that it wasn’t over yet, as there was one more addendum to come for their good time.
 
“Alright, I’m gonna swallow the food back down,” Ace said to his friend. “So hold on nice & tight, ok?”
 
“Ok!” Tips agreed. “I will!”
 
“Good. Here I go!”
 
Ace tipped his head up, sending the food back down his throat, and making the uvula go backwards in the process. Tips smiled as he watched all of the java cupcakes’ remains go to the back of his friend’s mouth, and then, a strong /GULP/ sent the food back down his throat, headed to the crop.
 
And the swallow brought about something interesting, too! Because it pulled the uvula backwards with its force, and when the swallow was done, that force released, sending Tips flying all around with the organ. He let out a scream of delight as he was thrown around the mouth, clinging on tight as the uvula bobbed & swayed. What an amazing way to end their time together!
 
The uvula took a much longer time to slow down & stop; Tips savored every moment of its movement. When it finally came to a halt, he continued to hug it and said, “This was amazing, Ace. Thank you.”
 
“You’re welcome, bud!” Ace exclaimed cheerfully. “Now, let’s get you out. We should wash you up after all of that.”
 
Tips let go of the uvula and went to the front of the mouth; Ace gently spit him out, and onto a towel that he had prepared. Then he brought Tips over to the bathroom and filled the sink with water.
 
One bath later, Tips was nice & clean once again. The two friends went back to the table together, and the tabby said to the crow, “That was a lot of fun. . . I’m really, really glad you suggested it!”
 
“I’m happy too,” Ace agreed, nodding. He gave the cat a smile. “We should definitely do it again sometime—what do you say?”
 
Tips’s eyes lit up. “Yes, yes, absolutely!” he exclaimed. “We should do that again /for sure/. It’ll be so much fun.”
 
Ace giggled happily. “I’m glad you agree!”
 
The two friends sat there talking & laughing together, happy about the good time they’d had together. They would definitely be doing things like it in the future.