A Lethargic Morning
I wrote this li'l gift for my new pet, FA: cenotaph !~ He's actually my first pet as well. He's a sweet guy, and he's always fun to chat with. ^-^
Basically, this depicts the sort of relationship that Ceno and Nox have. I stuck as closely as I could, when it came to portraying Ceno's demeanor. I must say, it certainly seems like him. He's even got a bit of snark in him. x3
On another note, this is gradually building on the series that I'm going to start. Integration? That'll be explained as time goes on. Most of my stories are built around a common universe, so cloakers and co-ed size schools are common. Of course, that doesn't mean the micros are always treated equally. |3~
As always, comments and feedback is appreciated! What does everyone think of the whole first person style? Lemme know. Also, don't forget to download, for italics and proper formatting. <3
A quiet chirp sounded right into my ear. I groaned and turned my head, burying it into the cool surface of the pillow. "Masteeer? It's eight-o-clock." Came a quiet voice, accompanied by a gentle pat on my cheek.
I sighed into the pillow, enjoying the last moments of sleep I'd have, for at least another fifteen hours.
"Mmh.. Alriiiight.." I finally groaned out, turning my head to the left, pulling my face out of the plush comfort that my pillow offered. I yawned, and slowly began to open my eyes. White and black stripes greeted my eyes, and I blinked out of confusion, before my groggy brain decided to sort itself out.
Gradually, my eyes refocused themselves, until I could finally tell that the wall of stripes in front of my eyes, was my pet micro's stomach. Black and white, with an exotic little tattoo near his tiny navel.
"G'morning, batboy." I yawned out, grinning sleepily at the miniature bat. Before he could reply, I stuck my tongue out and lazily ran the slick purple muscle from his thighs, up to his chin.
"N-ngh.. Good morning." He uttered out, cringing. My saliva coated his front, and probably made him pretty uncomfortable. Not that I cared- his reaction was adorable.
I brought a hand up to my face, and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. In a matter of moments, I was wide awake, still laying in my bed. My micro had clambered up onto my chest, and sat cross-legged, upon the tuft of silky purple fur that grew from my chest.
"So," I yawned, as I brought my hand up and affectionately patted the bat. Ceno, for that was his name, nuzzled up at my finger. I could feel his little head rubbing along my finger. He felt soft, fuzzy, and even fragile, but I knew better. He was a durable bat. "How'd ya sleep, Ceno?"
"Truthfully, I couldn't sleep too well." He replied, in-between nuzzles. I slid my finger over his head, ruffling the fur on the bridge of his muzzle, and on his head. I pressed his large ears back, marveling at how soft they felt.
"Is it because of the whole college thing?" I asked, while idly petting him. I felt him nod, and I exhaled. "Yeah.. Gonna be interesting. Especially since they're pushing for that whole integration type thing. Micros and norms, that's a stupid idea, if you ask me. The norms are just gonna end up kidnapping the micros, and that'll be the end of that. Takin' classes online would be best for 'em."
I sighed and closed my eyes. Integration would be a train wreck, and I knew it. While I was one of the lucky few who had obtained a cloaker, I still knew how bad it'd turn out for my fellow micros.
"Well, at least you've got your cloaker, Master.." Ceno chirped out. I flicked an ear idly, and scritched under his chin, before speaking. "Yeah.. I suppose it could be worse, right? I think I'll be the only micro with a cloaker. The others are just gonna have to take the MST. That, or they'd take it online." I shrugged, scooped my pet up in one hand, and slowly sat up. "You don't have to worry, though. I'll be fine, I've got my cloaker." I smiled, rubbing over his ears with a thumb. We stayed in this position for at least half an hour. I figured he could use some reassuring and petting.
...
The light shone in through my open window, filling my room with a warm orange glow. A warm breeze blew into my room. It was going to be another one of those 'It's too hot to do anything except stay indoors' kind of day. Save for moving into my dorm, I had nothing planned for today.
"Y'know, there isn't anything we have to do today. At least, not until later.." I started, a slight grin fading in on my lips. Ceno seemed to catch my drift. He crossed his little arms, and playfully stuck his striped tongue. "Feet again, huh?"
I smirked and gently flicked his nose. "Oh, hush. You love it as much as I do. Besides, I could use a bit of help with.." I gestured down at my blanket covered crotch. There was a noticeable bulge beneath the sheets. "It always helps when you're down by my feet." I added, and winked teasingly.
Ceno stretched, yawning quietly. "Mmh.. I'll see what I can do, Master." He replied. Though he feigned casual interest, I knew just how much he enjoyed my feet. I remember, how i had joked and teased him, last time, about starting a new religion centered around me. He'd be the head priest.
"Well, get down there, batboy." I tipped my hand and dumped him onto my blanketed lap. Through half-closed eyes, I watched the little striped bat make his way down along my body. It was times like this, where I was truly thankful for my cloaker. While he was four inches tall, I was five foot four. Short for a norm, but colossal for a micro. Without the little ring, I would be somewhere around three inches. Shorter than Ceno, even.
In total, it took Ceno about thirty seconds to scamper down across my body, and to the tops of my covered feet. I tugged the covers up, slightly, and stretched my feet out from under the thick blanket. Now that my feet were exposed, the little bat wasted no time in getting to work.
Ceno hopped down, and made his way around to my grounded heel. By this point, I lost sight of him. Just when I began wondering what he was going to do, I felt something slick, slimy, and warm, tracing up along my left heel. The familiar feeling still sent shivers up my spine, each time.
I shifted slowly, setting my feet on their sides, exposing the soles of my talons to the smaller bat. A foot was on either side of him. Now that Ceno wasn't blocked out by my foot, I was able to watch him work. He was always so thorough. The little bat would always reach every spot, even if it was a great inconvenience to do so. For example.
"Mmh.. That's it.." I murmured, while slipping a hand down into my boxers. My length was already hard, pulsing with life. I ran my fingers over the sensitive, streamlined head, that and produced a quiet slicking noise.
Apparently Ceno heard it and looked up with a smug grin on his little face. "Enjoying yourself, Master?" He snickered briefly, pressed his muzzle to my arch, and slowly dragged his tongue upwards.
I shivered and gripped my length, squeezing for as long as the little bat licked. His tongue easily glided along my sole, leaving a trail of sticky saliva. "Mmf.. I think you'd know if I wasn't enjoying it." I mumbled in reply, hardly in any shape to deal with the bat's teasing. My mind was focused on one thing, and that was my pleasure.
I rubbed my thumb against my tip, using the hard and rounded bone located where my fingers bent, to firmly press down. My other fingers were tightly wrapped around my length, in a vice-grip of sorts. I agonizingly close to climaxing--my panting and quiet moaning easily gave that away.
I expected to last longer, but when the bat's tongue made it's way between my toes, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I arched my back, curled my toes, squeezed my eyes shut, and let out a loud and shaky moan. Sticky seed splattered out onto my belly and chest, painting my purple fur with spots of creamy white.
With a tired sigh, I slumped back in my bed, panting quietly. I basked in the warm afterglow, enjoying the feeling of calmness after the frantic rush of pleasure. "Mmph.. That was great, Ceno." I mumbled out, yawning quietly. In response, I felt a weak squirm, just under my clenched toes. With a giggle, I realized that Ceno was still trapped, since I had curled my toes.
"Whoops.." I flexed my toes and released the little bat. For a brief moment, I thought I had squeezed too hard, and had possibly injured him. My concern melted away, however, when I felt the tiny bat's muzzle rubbing up against my heel. I smiled and shifted the opposite foot over, stroking and petting the bat. "Good boy.."
....
I'm not sure how long I laid there, with Ceno at my feet. It must've been at least an hour, because when I woke up again, the intensity of the sun had increased drastically. My guess? It was probably two o' clock.
I cautiously sat up, and made sure that my lower half remained still. I suspected Ceno was asleep as well; poor thing, he worked himself into exhaustion. I confirmed my suspicion, when I glanced down at my feet. He was pressed up against a bleach-white talon, one wing draped over the side of my foot.
I smiled to myself and lowered myself back into bed. Orientation wasn't until six, so we had plenty of time. Letting Ceno sleep would be the best option. After all, I had plenty of plans for the both of us. The little bat would need all the energy he could get.