Craving Plushie Paws

Cooper sighed with relief as he opened the door to his home and stepped inside. The otter (who was as wide as he was tall) had spent the day with friends celebrating his birthday, and while he enjoyed spending time with them he hadn’t been prepared for the various activities they had planned. Although the buffet and cake at the end more than made up for it, he was looking forward to spending the evening relaxing by himself.

He made his way into his living room and sat down on a chair, propping his blue-padded webbed paws up on an ottoman. He pulled his shirt above his head and tossed it aside, leaving himself with only a pair of blue gym shorts. Cooper was about to check his phone when he heard a knock on the door. He groaned a little bit, suspecting that this was yet another surprise activity his friends decided to spring upon him. The otter reluctantly hefted himself off of his chair and waddled his way over to the door. There was a stag in a delivery service uniform, holding an electronic clipboard and standing next to a large box. He was twice as tall as Cooper (but this was due to the otter only being three feet tall). The box was covered in shiny wrapping paper and wrapped in a ribbon.

“Good evening,” said the stag. “I’ve got a package for a Mister Cooper…” he looked at the e-board and frowned. “Huh, the last name got corrupted somehow.” He showed the otter the screen. “Just to confirm, this is the correct address, yes?”

“Correct,” said Cooper after he read over it. “But I wasn’t expecting any packages so it’s probably a surprise gift from someone. Does it say where it’s from?”

The stag checked his device with a few taps of his hoof-finger and frowned again. “Odd, how did the return address get corrupted too?” He checked a few more data points and scratched the back of his head. “All I’ve got is a confirmation that a full scan showed no hazards.’”

“Hmm,” said Cooper. “How thorough are the scans?”

“I honestly don’t know,” admitted the stag. “I just do deliveries. But I do know that as a company we’ve only had a few attempts at sneaking in something hazardous, and not a single one slipped through inspection.”

“That’s reassuring,” said the otter with an idle swish of his thick tail. “Do I need to sign for anything or…?”

The stag gave quick glance at the device and then shook his head. “I just needed to make sure you were here to receive it.” He tilted his hat down politely. “With that, have a nice day, Mr. Cooper!” The stag turned away from the otter and walked to his truck parked at the sidewalk, started it up, and drove away. Cooper was left alone with a box only slightly shorter and thinner than himself, and when he attempted to pull it inside the house discovered it was much lighter than he had expected.

The otter took the box into the living room and carefully untied the ribbon, letting it flutter to the floor. He ripped into the wrapping paper and left it as a crumpled heap around an unlabeled cardboard box.

Using a dull-tipped fingerclaw he sliced open the packing tape and peered inside the top. There was a stuffed animal inside with visible stitching in some spots: an anthropomorphic pointy- eared canine with tan and white fur who was as tall as him (but not nearly as wide). Based on the curves and feminine figure, Cooper assumed she was meant to be female, and when he saw a stubby tail he assumed her to be a corgi. He carefully lifted her out of the box, her limbs dangling limply as he set her down on the floor with her back leaning against the cardboard. There was a pink flower sewn on just in front of her left ear, highlighting her emerald-green eyes. They were so life-like he could have sworn she was actually looking at him.

A gentle fragrance of vanilla wafted off of the plushie but Cooper got a hint of something else that he couldn’t quite place. He sniffed around her a bit, his nose bumping against her fluff, until he reached her legs. The smell got stronger and he recognized it as a salty, savory scent that was very similar to sweat. A little more sniffing exploration and he determined that it was coming from her feetpaws.

The fur of her paws was white and she had perfectly formed pink pawpads. Cooper sniffed at her toes a few times and stuck his tongue out to taste out of curiosity. He let out a surprised squeak and rolled backwards when he felt those toes grab at his tongue. He rubbed his eyes as he saw that the plushie was clearly smiling at him, and instinctively pinched himself to see if he was dreaming. He winced at the slight pain and confirmed he was indeed awake. At that point, his words fell away from him and he wasn’t sure what to do or say.

“Corgi got your tongue?” teased the plushie, sticking out her own tongue. She stood up and walked towards Cooper, who backed away from her, the confusion and alarm very evident in his expression. “What, you’ve never seen a living plushie before?”

Cooper gave himself a few seconds to calm down so his heart would stop racing. “I can’t… say that I have,” he finally said after he recovered.

The corgi plushie giggled. “Am I really that scary?”

“I was startled, not scared,” said Cooper, truthfully. She appeared to be completely harmless but he definitely had not expected her to come to life.

“Fair enough!” said the corgi. “I’m Owashii. You’re Cooper, right?”

He assumed she must have overheard while he was discussing it with the delivery stag. “That’s right,” he said. “Where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“The box!” answered Owashii with a bright smile.

Cooper chuckled a little bit. “You know what I meant.”

“I know,” she said, continuing to smile. “But it’s hard to explain beyond that I woke up in the box. Don’t worry about it.”

This wasn’t the sort of information Cooper was eager to simply let drop, but he realized he wasn’t going to get any more out of her on the subject.

“So!” said Owashii, moving the conversation along. “I couldn’t help but notice that you tried to lick my paws.”

Cooper blushed a little bit. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “They smell interesting and I wanted to see how they taste.” He liked that they seemed to have a scent similar to natural paws but he wasn’t going to admit that to someone he just met.

“So you like paws, then?” asked Owashii with a knowing grin.

So much for subtlety, thought Cooper. He simply nodded in response to her question, continuing to try to be careful so he didn’t embarrass himself.

“Fun times!” said Owashii, wagging her tail. She laid on her back on the floor and offered her paws to the otter. “Would you like to play with them?” The plushie corgi could sense Cooper’s hesitation as he just stared. “Hey,” she added, “plushies are meant to be played with and I don’t judge, so, go on and enjoy yourself!”

Cooper slowly lowered himself to his knees with a few grunts of effort (due to his weight) and brought his face up to the plushie’s soles. He sniffed at them without making physical contact, and then slowly opened his mouth to press his tongue against a pawpad, before retracting it and smacking his lips. The savory salty essence was indeed paw sweat, which was a curious thing to be on a synthetic creature. The otter let out a surprised squeak as he suddenly found those plushie soles mashed against his face, the pawpads squishing against him. He felt beads of sweat trickling down his facefur from the pads, leaving him blushing.

“That’s not playing with them, silly,” said Owashii, drumming her toes against Cooper. She had her middlemost pads over Cooper’s nose, and as he sniffed their scent at point-blank, he felt a soothing sensation start to creep over him. His breaths started out frantic and flustered but soon he was taking long and deep inhales of the plushie corgi’s paws, enjoying the way the fragrance blanketed over his senses.

Cooper hadn’t realized his mouth was open until he felt toes slip inside, and he closed his lips around them and started to suckle. Sweat began to trickle down his throat out of the pads, like dribbles out of a leaky faucet. He explored between her toes, savoring how velvety soft her fur felt against his tongue. The other set of toes wrapped around his nose, and he closed his eyes as he sank into bliss. Eventually Owashii pulled her paws away from the otter, and his tongue pulled out of his mouth with the toes. Cooper panted and slowly opened his eyes, the taste and scents still lingering on his senses like a gentle mist.

“Did you have fun?” said the plushie corgi, with a warm and friendly smile.

“I did, thank you,” said Cooper. He could see through a window behind the plushie that it was now dark outside. “It was a nice way to cap off my birthday.” He let out a yawn as the day’s events finally started to catch up with him.

“I’m glad!” said Owashii sweetly. “Would you like to go snuggle in bed?”

Cooper smiled and his tail swayed. “I would like that very much, yes!”

The otter waddled his way over to the bedroom and Owashii followed, closing the door behind herself. Cooper climbed his way onto the bed, which sank a little under his weight. The plushie corgi jumped onto the bed and lay on Cooper as if he were a plump mattress, facing the ceiling and laying her head on his chest. The otter wrapped his arms around the plushie and hugged her tight, placing a kiss atop her head.

“Goodnight, Owashii,” said Cooper as he reached over to flick off the lights.

“Goodnight, Cooper!” said the corgi plushie.

As the otter rested and closed his eyes, he wondered whether or not Owashii would sleep too. But as sleep began to overtake him, he thought about her paws. Those thoughts consumed his dreams, in which he found himself surrounded by corgi paws on all sides and completely immersed in them. In a moment of clarity he realized he was dreaming, but he was exactly where he wanted to be and only used his newfound lucidity to enhance the experience.

When Cooper awoke the next morning, he was still on his back but Owashii was not on top of him. He turned his head and only saw her paws—she had fallen off the bed in such a way that her face was in the floor and her legs were propped against the bed. It was then that he realized the smell of paws wasn’t just the memory of his dream sticking with him, it was radiating from her actual feetpaws, stronger than the previous day. The paws were definitely warmer too, with steam rising from them in steady, wafting tendrils.

The otter brought his face over to the plushie’s paws. He was just about to bury his snout in them when the legs ducked down and Owashii started to roll into a somersault. Cooper quickly retreated and tried to act as if he had just been laying there on his back. The plushie’s head and torso popped up from the side of the bed.

“Good morning!” said the corgi cheerfully. “Did you have nice dreams?”

Cooper blushed as he thought back to all those paws, realizing that every single one of them had been Owashii’s. “Very nice dreams, yes.”

“I’m glad to hear it!” said the plushie corgi, her tail wagging. “So, what do you want to do today?”

Cooper had the day off and usually spent most of those days playing around on his computer or having conversations with friends. But with the smell of paws hanging heavy in the air, he knew what he wanted. He hesitated at first since it felt like a strange thing to ask, but he reassured himself that at absolute worst she would simply decline.

“I’d like to play with your paws more, if that’s okay,” he said, blushing a little.

Owashii tilted her head to the side. “You mean all day?”

The otter hadn’t been sure what he meant at first, but now that she mentioned it… “Yeah, i-if you don’t mind,” he said, his blue blush deepening.

“I’m glad you like my paws so much,” said Owashii. She hopped up onto the bed and climbed atop Cooper, seating herself on his vast stomach. The plushie corgi then swung her paws over and onto the otter’s face. As she pressed down, sweat began to gush out of her pawpads, drenching Cooper with warm, musky liquid. He squirmed a little in surprise at first, the sweat far more potent than the day before.

“Do you like?” asked Owashii. “You enjoyed the sweat so I figured I’d make it stronger.”

Cooper only briefly wondered how that was even possible, the thought quickly being washed away by the overpowering musk filling his senses. His mouth drooped open as he started to sink into a trance- like state, feeling toes slip into his mouth once again. Sweat was steadily pooling out of the toes as he suckled, and when he pressed his tongue against a pawpad he felt that sweat gush out like water out of a squeezed sponge.

The sun rose and set outside the house, and by the end of the day Cooper had thoroughly explored every single millimeter of Owashii’s paws with his nose, lips, and tongue. His facefur was matted with paw sweat, which was so warm it was producing tendrils of steam, wafting upwards and mixing with the paw-scented air around them. Cooper fell asleep for the night, still sniffing and suckling the plushie corgi’s toes.

He had the same dream as the previous night, buried alive in more corgi paws than he could possibly count. Cooper felt every single toe wiggling against him, smelled their musk as it completely filled every breath, and tasted the sweat as it soaked his tongue. He heard a faint voice coming from them, and he did his best to concentrate on the words through the haze of paw essence assaulting his senses. It was a breezy whisper, telling him that he wanted the paws, he had to have them, he needed them. The words repeated like a mantra for a time until fading away into the ambient sound of paws rubbing against his body.

When Cooper awoke the next morning, his room was filled with that distinct smell of footpaw sweat but Owashii was nowhere to be found. His face was still damp but the liquid had cooled from a fair amount of time spent separated from their source. With a yawn and a stretch, the otter sat up in bed and shifted so his legs hung over the sides. As he looked at the carpeted floor, he saw damp spots leading towards the door and out of the room.

The heavy otter waddled towards the door and opened it, the paw-scent faintly present in the hallway. It got stronger as he made his way over to the laundry room, where he saw Owashii looking over a washing machine. As she stepped around on the linoleum floor, she left steamy pawprints with small puddles of sweat in the shape of her pawpads. Her ears perked as she heard the otter’s webbed paws plap onto the tiles.

She twirled to look at Cooper and smiled, her sweaty paws squeaking slightly against the linoleum.

“Good morning!” said the corgi. “I was just checking out your washing machine in case you want me to wash up.”

Cooper was still sleepy and a little confused as he took his shorts off to put them in the hamper. “Why would you…” he paused as he remembered that she was a plushie. “Oh, right.” He threw his shorts in the hamper.

“I don’t expect I’ll get that dirty but I wanted to see what I’m dealing with,” she explained. “So! What’s on the agenda for today?”

Cooper rubbed the back of his head. “I actually have to go to work, unfortunately.”

The plushie corgi pouted. “Awww, really? Can’t you just miss one day?”

Cooper sighed. “I’d love to but I can’t really call out on such short notice. I’m sorry, Owashii.”

Owashii looked at him with sad, shimmering puppy eyes. “You’re coming back, right?”

The otter smiled reassuringly. “Of course I’ll be back. I wouldn’t just leave you without telling you.”

The corgi plushie smiled and wagged her tail. “Okay! Then I’ll be in your room waiting for you.” She cheerfully made her way out of the laundry room and back to the bedroom. Cooper sighed again, but this time out of relief that going to work wasn’t going to more difficult than it was already. He sniffed at himself a few times and realized that he needed to wash up, as much as he enjoyed the odor of Owashii’s paws.

The otter waddled his way over to bathroom and went inside, stepping into the shower and turning it on. As hot water streamed down his body, the textured glass surrounding him fogged up with steam. The way its humidity hit his lungs made him think to the fog of Owashii’s paws, and how he definitely preferred it to unscented steam. He told himself he was being silly about it and continued his wash. Cooper emerged from the shower, the lavender fragrance from his body wash gel gently wafting from his body. He dried himself off (the otter needed an extra, extra, extra large towel) and stepped back out into the hallway. Cooper went to the living room to pick up the shirt he had tossed aside two days prior and bring it into the laundry room. As he made his way back to the bedroom to get dressed, he noticed that the paw smell in the hallway was faint compared to earlier.

This was not the case with his bedroom: it was like walking into a swampy wall of paw-sweat the moment he stepped through the doorway. Owashii was on the bed with her soles facing Cooper, steam rising from between her toes and adding to a slight haze filling the room. The lavender scent on Cooper was quickly overpowered by the particles of paw-sweat swirling around him.

“Hello!” said Owashii, wiggling her toes at Cooper. “I thought you had to go to work.”

Cooper did his best to not look right at her paws, which was incredibly difficult given that he was completely surrounded by their smell. “I have to get dressed,” he said. “I’m not sure how I’m going to avoid getting the smell on my clothes.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” said Owashii. “I could wash up real quick if you’d like. My paws wouldn’t be as strong but—”

“Don’t wash them!” said Cooper quickly, blushing and adding: “Please.” The thought of her paws no longer smelling like they did bothered him in a way that felt strange yet correct. “I can just spray some deodrant on my clothes, not a big deal.” He went over to the wardrobe as Owashii watched, and pulled all three pieces of his work suit. “I’ll see you later, Owashii,” said Cooper as he quickly made his way out of the room.

“Okie dokie!” said Owashii before the door was closed. Cooper sighed again, having nearly been overcome by the near-irresistable temptation of the plushie’s paws. He carried his work uniform to the bathroom and began the process of putting it on. Though it was a fitted suit, it was still a fairly tight fit and he had to pack himself into his clothes in some areas. With a few spritzes of deodorant from the medicine cabinet behind the mirror, the scent of Owashii’s paws was gently covered up.

Cooper made his way out of the bathroom and to the hallway. I hope she’ll be okay on her own, thought the otter as he walked to the front door. He took a deep breath to reassure himself and then opened the door, stepping outside into his front yard.

It was a beautiful summer morning—the sun was casting its warm golden light and slightly offset by a gentle breeze. Not too hot, not too cold, a perfectly temperate day during what had been an otherwise overwhelmingly hot season. But Cooper’s mind wasn’t on the beauty of the world surrounding him: as he made his way further from home, he started thinking about Owashii’s paws.

It started as a slight tingle at first, then it became an itch in his mind. If he could just take some time off… but no, he had responsibilities and he needed to stick with them. He resolved to make it through the day as he continued his walk, but it became more difficult to concentrate on anything else. He finally stopped in his tracks and considered it: surely he could come up with a reason to be late, if nothing else. Just a little bit of time with those paws and he could move on with his day.

Cooper made his way home, his pace becoming brisk as the desire built up. He was waddling as fast as he could by the time he unlocked the front door and slammed it open, frantically taking off his work clothes with such force that buttons were torn off and flung into the walls. The otter was panting when he made his way into the bedroom, taking a deep inhale of the paw-scent in the air and letting out a shuddering sigh of relief as it filled his senses.

“Back already?” asked Owashii with a tilt of her head. She curled and splayed her toes idly and Cooper just stared with his mouth watering.

“I couldn’t wait,” said Cooper. “I need your paws.” He blushed deeply at his own words but they have escaped his lips before he could even think about them.

Owashii giggled mischievously. “I figured you would.” She wiggled her toes at Cooper enticingly. “They’re waiting for you.~” she said in a sing-song voice.

Cooper closed the bedroom door behind himself and rushed over to the bed as fast as he could, wriggling his way on top of it and then burying his face in Owashii’s paws. He planted deep kisses on each of her toepads before dragging his tongue in circles around them and spiraling towards the center. He did this for each toe before taking a set into his mouth and suckling down the sweat hungrily. “I’m glad it worked,” said Owashii. She settled a footpaw over Cooper’s nose and filtered his every breath with her pungent paw-stench. He felt relaxed again, waves of relief washing over him as the corgi’s paw-musk dominated his senses. “It would have been a shame if you ended up being immune.” “Mmm?” Cooper mumbled uncertainly around the toes in his mouth.

“Dreams are pretty powerful, aren’t they?” she asked. “If you go deep enough, you can plant instructions right into the subconscious. Things like an idea you might believe you came up with,” she grinned toothily, “or an irreversible craving for someone’s paws.”

“Hmm!?” Cooper’s eyes widened at her words.

“Yeah, you’re only going to be able to spend so much time away from my paws before it becomes unbearable.” Owashii leaned forward a bit and pet over Cooper’s head with a handpaw. “So I think the best solution is to make sure you never leave them, don’t you?”

Cooper squirmed a little bit, initially uncertain how he felt about legitimately needing those paws. But that uncertainty was very quickly overpowered by a dense flood of scent rushing into his nose as he tried to take a deep, calming breath. It worked (though not quite as intended) and he sank into a happy melted puddle, suckling on her toes and moaning around them.

“I’ll take that as agreement, then!” The corgi’s eyes flashed purple briefly and Cooper felt his size falling away from him. Though he maintained his bulk, the toes slipped out of his mouth and he soon found himself with those paws on either side of himself, containing him within a wall of paw-steam. When he stopped shrinking, he was only about half the height of each footpaw from heel to toe. As he shrank, Owashii grew, her body widening out to a plumper form as she absorbed Cooper’s size. She was left past the point of being merely pudgy and had rolls that resembled the otter’s. Her paws become that much thicker and plumper, as well as significantly more potent.

“Much better!” said Owashii. “Now just let me know if for whatever reason you want to be let out, otherwise I’ll assume you’re fine.”

Cooper then found himself sandwiched between the paws, and the plushie corgi rubbed them together to roll the tiny fat otter’s body up to her middlemost pads, so his head would be crammed between her toes. When he took his first deep inhale, his fate was sealed as that scent fully grabbed his senses and overtook them. He suckled on toepads and at toefluff when he could reach, chugging down the sweat hungrily and breathing in its musk. As time went on, his responsibilities slipped out of his mind and all he could consider was the corgi’s paws.

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Cooper was never heard from again. Attempts had been made to check in on him but he didn’t answer phone calls and e-mails, nor did anyone answer when the doorbell was rung. Attempts to break into the house failed due to an unknown force keeping the door intact. A last-ditch effort was made to demolish the house, but the wrecking ball apparatus broke down the moment it went onto the property. With nothing to be done about it, the house was declared cursed and cordoned from the public.

To the otter between the corgi’s paws, this was anything but a curse. Every molecule of the corgi’s paw sweat was salty, savory ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough of it. The added weight Owashii had taken from Cooper made her paws even softer and squishier than before, leaving the otter trapped in a state of unending bliss.

When it became clear after a few weeks that Cooper wasn’t going to ask to be freed, Owashii strapped her paws together. She was quite happy to endlessly feel an eager otter worshiping her paws—just as happy as the otter who would be trapped within those paws forever.