A friend of mine who goes by Matti did some doodles for me on Mastodon. I decided to dust off my story-writing and write this for him since he's been such an unbelievable sweetheart! Hope you enjoy :3
-Tabitha
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It was an all too-familiar sight for the little light-brown anthro cat: the cream and beige forepaws towering on either side of himself, with pastel-pink paw-pads curling and twitching in playful ominousness... the mischievous but gentle smile of the taurgi looming above him... those emerald-green eyes fixed on him and grinning in their own right. His red irises trailed down from the taurgi’s eyes to look to the paws on either side of him.

“G-gosh, you sure have p-pretty paws,” stammered Matti, a single bead of sweat running down his forehead.

“Don’t I though?” came a playfully smug reply. “How about a closer look?”

With a glint in the green of the taurgi’s eyes, she closed those looming paw-walls around him and embraced him in their overwhelming softness. It was like being brought back home, a shiver of delight trembling through the little cat’s body as he was surrounded by that comforting vanilla scent, clinging to his form and adding to his own natural essences of chocolate-covered strawberry.

“You are such a good boy! The best boy!” came the Taurgi’s muffled praise.

“B-best boy?” came an equally muffled response.

Best boy… me… best boy!

Those words never failed to hit him in just the right spot and spur him into delighted worship. He extended that small, rough feline tongue and passionately dragged it against the squishy leather of the paw-pad smushed up against him. He could taste the salty vanilla-laced sweat on his tongue and it was just as magical as the smell, hopelessly addictive and working its way into his senses as he lapped it up endlessly.

“Who’s the best little paw-worshiping boy? You are! Such a good kitty!”

Best boy… good kitty!

Her words were now like a surge of pleasure slamming into his ears and flushing his face into a deep crimson, felt but not seen by the taurgi holding him in her grasp. She proceeded to knead him, playing with him and coating him in her paw-scent. Her paws were starting to overtake his actions and thoughts, forming paw-prints upon his brain and filling the empty space with thoughts of her and her alone.

He was dizzy and dazed from being rolled around, but did his best to continue licking, rubbing, and otherwise worshiping with every fiber of his being. He was perfectly safe between her paws and constantly surrounded by blissful comfort. As the taste and scent worked their way into Matti’s system, he happily allowed other thoughts and priorities to be stepped out of existence, squished from his synapses and leading him into acting purely out of desire.

Matti was determined to make sure Tabitha knew just how much he appreciated her: massaging where he could not just with his hands but his entire body, burying his face into the pads, smooching deeply while wriggling about, and hugging himself as best he could to wherever he could reach. Tabitha adored when her friends enjoyed her like this, and was all too eager to let him continue for as long as he liked.

Time slipped away from both of them as Matti became more feverish and passionate in his worship of Tabitha’s paws. She was too focused on how precious he was being, and he simply wasn’t self-aware enough to recognize the passage of time anymore. Eventually, the taurgi shifted the cat upwards so his head was peeking up from between toes. He panted to catch his breath, an incredibly dazed look in his eyes and his hair an absolute mess. The ribbon holding his hair out of his eyes was lost somewhere in those vast paws, but he didn’t care. He could see Tabitha and that was all that mattered in this moment.

Tabitha’s towering snout leaned down to Matti, his head just about the size of a nostril. A warm exhale from her nose wrapped around him in an ethereal hug. The giant mouth of the taurgi opened up above him and her broad canine tongue slowly dragged across the top of his head. It was a sign of affection for her, but for him it was a new object of desire suddenly coming into his life. He couldn’t help but squeal in delight and wriggle upwards towards the giant tongue, rubbing his face up against it and purring.

After she licked him, she retracted her tongue and pursed her lips, giving the cute little kitty’s face a big kiss, eliciting yet another frantic squirm of utter joy from the cat. Her eyes shimmered down at him as she enjoyed his enjoyment.

“Awww, best boy! You’re so adorable I could just eat you up!” said the taurgi, a light happy-blush on her face.

Best boy…!

“Please do!” he cried out eagerly.

Tabitha couldn’t help but giggle at his sudden reaction, a little surprised at how self-aware he was to be able to request it. She gave him another lick and mussed his hair up even further, causing it to stick up and out slightly in various spots. Her vanilla essence had melded with his own chocolate-strawberry flavors, turning him into that neopolitan trio that works together so perfectly. She hadn’t quite meant it literally at first, but now she was definitely convinced.

“Are you suuuure?” she teased in a sing-song manner, though she already knew the answer.

“Yes please! You’re so pretty, I bet your insides are just as beautiful. Pretty taurgi lady...” he trailed off with wonder in his voice.

Tabitha flat out cackled out of pure delight out of that. A tear of laughter and touching her heart in a sensitive spot rolled down her cheek, drying up in the fur on her face. He certainly knew how to flatter her!

“Well how could I say no to something like that? Best boy!”

He didn’t have time to let those words sink in before he found himself wrapped up in that giant warm tongue and tugged inside of her mouth. When the tongue uncurled and he could move again, he hugged himself to it, purring and smooching over the squishy-slick surface. That vanilla flavor was much more pure here, without the natural salt of sweat that mixed with the vanilla from her paws.

Tabitha had intended to swallow Matti right away, but as those flavors danced on her tongue and tickled her taste-buds, she allowed herself time to savor it. The little kitty was in his element now, rubbing his cheek up against the soft, wet floor below him. The large taurgi was happy as she could be, with a wonderful friend enjoying himself and making her feel appreciated.

A few minutes of this passed, and something strange happened between the two of them: an unspoken agreement that they were ready to take the next step, so to speak. Tabitha tilted her tongue up and Matti tumbled backwards in a somersault, landing on his backside with a muffled thump against the back of the taurgi’s throat. Shortly after he landed, the way behind him opened up and he found himself being tugged down into a squishy tunnel.

As he wriggled his way down, he purred and rubbed his way along the insides. It was just as beautiful as he imagined (though not through sight), holding him in a tender embrace and guiding him to where he wanted to be. Tabitha went out of her way to make sure she didn’t swallow him too quickly, and while the feeling of something being stuck in her esophagus was a little uncomfortable, it was absolutely worth it to give Matti the ride of his life.

Matti landed softly in her stomach with a soft bounce, surrounded in darkness and (most importantly to him) that pure vanilla essence that he had come to associate with Tabitha. He explored her stomach and gave it the same treatment he had given the taurgi everywhere else: showing his appreciation by rubbing up against the walls, smooching them, wriggling on them, and everything else he could think of.

Tabitha couldn’t feel all the specifics of his worship but she could feel him moving around and the rumble of his purrs, coursing through her stomach and vibrating in waves through her body. She didn’t even have to ask if he was comfortable, he was making it very clear in the best ways he knew how.

“Well, you can stay in there as long as you’d like, cutie! Best boys deserve the best treatment. Best boy!”

Best boy… best boy!

He purred so loudly that it was as if Tabitha herself was purring, and she knew that he wouldn’t want to go anywhere for a long time, if ever.

“I might keep you in here forever, if you’re not careful!” she giggled.

For… ever!?

“Forever…” he repeated dreamily. Her essence had completely filled the gaps stepped out of his mind from earlier, taking over his consciousness. He was barely able to form his own thoughts, only resonate with her words and attempt to worship her. She hadn’t heard him speak, but the timing and intensity of his purrs gave her enough of an answer.

“Alright then, enjoy your new home. Best boy!”

Those words of praise were the last conscious words to register in his mind, as he blissfully let go of control and surrendered his consciousness to the taurgi: best boy!