Morning Routine
#173 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Eighth vignette for FA: Razz
This time, we're looking at a casual totally normal, uninteresting morning waking up as a cacomistle with an Eddy.
Perfectly normal.
Contains: Sentient Dragony Snake Cock, Masturbation, Body Horror Aptophilia, Mouths where Mouths Are Not Expected To Be, Long Tongues, Excessive Cum Drinking, Strange Bulges, Brushies, Mint for Tailmaw Breath (and More), Cock Leading The Way, Micro Suspension Pantry, Flustered Tiny Prey, Cock Vore, Maw Play, Implied Feminine Orgasm, Gulping Down and Getting On with your Day
Razz is It/Its
Eddy is He/Him
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Razz felt something going on with its shaft as it woke up. This was very normal for the cacomistle, considering the member in question. Its bedding was tossed all about, despite the fact it had hardly moved in its sleep. The ringtail opened its eyes and regarded the cerulean drake head chewing on its pillow.
The draconic face was simplified, smoothed over for most features, only really having jaws, a tongue, and ridges where horns might have been. Following the neck down from that head, one would see that it led into the fluffy, plump sheath of the apparent mammal itself.
The drowsy cac' tugged the pillow free of the drakeshaft's jaws with a sigh.
The eyeless face turned towards the ringtail and let out a raptor-like cry of annoyance.
"Calm down, Eddy..." Razz muttered, stroking along the flexible length of the sentient member.
Eddy immediately seemed placated, pressing into the touch and rubbing his head along the ringtail's palms. He trilled, jaws hanging a little slack and letting his tongue dangle out.
It kept stroking with one hand, while the cacomistle's other hand hovered. Rather than bring it down to stroke at the living cock, Razz's palm seemed to split open in parallel with where the creases would have been. The inside appeared the same glossy blue color as Eddy, and a similar tongue lolled out. Pawmaw engaged, it wrapped the left hand-tongue around the drakeshaft's 'throat', starting to drag it up and down.
The results came quickly. The 'drool' that Eddy had been leaking was now positively pouring, and Razz could feel itself nearing orgasm. As such, its right hand clasped the draconic jaws shut, while its left lifted up and spread the impossible mouth in its palm even wider. A simple slap downward was met with a squelch as the whole tip of its sentient cock buried into the slick flesh. The cac' grunted as it wrapped its tongue around the ridges at the back of the drake's head.
That was enough to cross over the edge. Sac jolting as if from an internal impact, Razz felt the powerful load pumping from its body proper, through Eddy and out his mouth, into its pawmaw. Watching, Razz could see the undulations of the pumping issue roll up the segmented underside of the serpentine shaft, then along its own arm, fading around the shoulder.
When the flow ended, the ringtail sighed in relief, slowly unwrapping that tongue. Its unoccupied hand reached over to the side table and grasped a fur-brush. Then, it released Eddy from its left hand's grasp, the tongue retracting and the jaws seamlessly sealing back into a palm. Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Razz swung its legs forward and stretched. It began to brush, closing its eyes and focusing on the bristles reordering its fur through repeated strokes.
At the same time, Eddy relaxed, letting the natural contraction of the unaroused state take him down into the sheath. He rested with the ridge of his crown against the plush edge of his home, keeping his face sticking out for the time being.
Razz finished brushing out its tail a bit later, smiling softly at the nice sensation of all its fur laying orderly along its hide. The ringtail stood from the bed and walked over to the dresser. Rather than retrieving any undergarment, it picked up a tin of mints. Popping the tin open, the cac' grasped one mint between mismatched pawpads and popped it in its mouth.
Then, it picked up another. The center of its palm spread open, this time on the right, and the cerulean prehensile tongue snagged the mint, dragging it back in. Setting the tin down, Razz picked up yet another to offer to the left pawmaw. Once both hands were taken care of, the ringtail looked to the drooling opening at the end of its eponymous fifth limb, planting another of the freshening candies on its far thicker tongue.
Eddy rose from the sheath, nuzzling at Razz's wrist.
Razz looked down. "What, did you want a mint too? I doubt anyone is going to complain at your breath..."
The sentient cock shook his head, gesturing with its snout towards the door.
"Ohh... you want a snack... Well, as you were relatively well behaved this morning, I'm sure it can't hurt."
Eddy let out a happy squeal and extended out of the ringtail's sheath fully, pointed at the door.
The cacomistle yelped and felt almost as though he had snagged control of its legs with the force that he was dragging it to the kitchen. Razz planted both hands on the doorframe of the open pantry with a grunt. "Calm down... just one for now."
Eddy let out a quieter, hissier screech, settling back.
Razz nodded firmly, walking into the pantry. It browsed the various drawers, then opened one. Inside were half a dozen tiny figures. Micro critters in suspended animation in little spots demarcated for each.
The ringtail picked up a tiny otter girl and smiled. "Alright, here you go Eddy. Catch."
The micro lutrine only had just woken up from suspended animation to find herself flipping through the air. She squeaked, and landed somewhere warm and soft. Before she could get her bearings any further, the light was blocked and she was pinned firmly in place.
Eddy suckled over the micro indulgently, making sinuous movements as he savored his treat. After a muffled, elated sound somewhere in his closed mouth, the serpentine cock tilted his head back and swallowed. The tiny form of a micro made a nice rounded shape with very little detail, but easy to trace along the segmented underbelly of the drakeshaft.
Razz had closed the drawer well before then, and felt a quiver of pleasure roll up its spine as it felt the otter girl land in its balls. "Okay, that's fine for a snack, time to start the day."
The cock let out a little satisfied screech, starting to descend again to nestle into Razz's sheath.
It stepped out of the kitchen with a swing in its hips and a micro in its nuts. A pretty standard, uneventful morning for the cacomistle.