Essence Swap

It was evening, and Cooper was making his way to his bedroom. The fat brown-furred otter waddled as he walked, his webbed feetpaws plapping against the floor. He had just spent the day hanging out with friends, and their time together had gone on longer than expected. While Cooper wasn’t planning on going to sleep just yet, he wasn’t feeling up for doing much besides laying around in bed.

When the otter arrived in his bedroom he closed the door to just a crack, and then waddled his way over to the bed. His sheets and quilt were bundled into themselves, and he briefly took a moment to untangle the fabrics. As he was partially making the bed, his plushie almost tumbled off the bed but he quickly caught her before she hit the floor.

“Got you!” said Cooper as he held the stuffed animal in his blue-padded handpaws. He looked over her features with his blue eyes: a beige and white pembroke welsh corgi with pink fabric pawpads and bright green eyes made out of plastic. She was smiling in a friendly manner, her mouth consisting of sewn-on threads. Cooper had felt a strong attachment to her when he first saw her in the store, and she had been his favorite plushie since the moment he brought her home.

The otter held the plushie above himself as he flopped onto the bed with an audible flump, the mattress sinking underneath his weight. The corgi’s limbs dangled limply as she was held up, her eyes staring sightlessly ahead. He hugged the stuffed animal to himself and closed his eyes, enjoying her softness. He hugged her for a few seconds before raising her up again, unable to stop himself from looking at her feetpaws.

As far as plushies went, the corgi’s paws were considerably detailed. Her pawpads puffed out slightly from the stuffing, and there were spaces between each individual toe. She was about a sixth of the otter’s size and her paws only took up the very end of his snout, but that didn’t stop him from nuzzling into them when the impulse struck.

“It almost feels intentional,” Cooper mused out loud in regards to the paw detail. He lowered her down and brought one of those little fluffy paws to his face, and pressed his nose into it. The fabric had long since lost its original fresh linen fragrance and taken on the familiar scents of Cooper’s home. He snuffled his way between toes, mostly enjoying the softness against his face. “These paws are so perfect, I wish I could just nuzzle into them all day.”

The otter stopped as he could have sworn he heard something. It sounded like a giggle and he removed his nose from the plushie’s paws, taking a quick glance around his room. He didn’t see anything that could possibly have made that noise, and assumed his mind was playing tricks on him. Thus assured, he settled his snout back into the corgi’s toes, nosing around them again.

Cooper heard another giggle and once again removed his face from the paws, this time freezing in place to gauge his surroundings. He was absolutely certain of what he had heard, but the neighbors were still as quiet as when he had left earlier that afternoon. He briefly considered the plushie as a possibility, then chuckled softly as he realized what he had been thinking.

“A plushie coming to life?” said the otter out loud, shaking his head. He stared at the stuffed corgi, looking at her plastic eyes. They were just as unseeing as they had always been. “I feel like you would have already done that by now.” He kept staring and waiting, as if expecting her to prove him wrong. He laughed at how silly he was being and nuzzled his way between toes again… only to feel digits clench around his nose!

“Gah!” Cooper cried out, pulling his face from between the plushie’s toes. Her face was very different now: eyes were lit up and full of life, gazing at him intently. Her mouth was no longer a thread but a gap that could open and close. She was grinning at him toothily, her pointy white teeth made out of rubber.

“Hey there,” said the corgi, as if nothing was amiss.

“H-hi,” said the otter, feeling his heart pound in his chest. It had struck him especially hard, having just convinced himself that there was no way she was actually alive. “This… isn’t a dream, is it?” he asked.

“It can be if you play your cards right,” replied the plushie with a wink, followed by a snicker. “You’re wide awake, my friend. And before you ask: I’ve been alive this entire time.”

Cooper had to take a few moments to register what was happening. He was awake, a plushie was talking to him, and for some reason she had decided now was the time to reveal her full presence. It was a lot to take in, and the only thing he could think to ask was: “D-do you have a name?”

The corgi nodded. “It’s Owashii!” she said. “Or Owa if you’d prefer.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Owa,” said Cooper. He lowered the plushie down onto his stomach and let go of her. She stood up and stretched her arms a little bit, readjusting her limbs to moving again. “So, I have to ask,” said Cooper, “why now?”

“Well, ‘now’ tends to be an indication of the immediate moment,” explained Owashii with a smirk. “It’s hard to be actively in the past or the future. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

The otter snickered a little and stuck out his blue tongue playfully. “You know what I mean,” he said.

“I don’t, actually,” admitted Owashii, rubbing the back of her head. “Like, do you mean why am I moving around now instead of earlier?”

“Yes, that,” answered Cooper.

“Easy!” said the corgi. “I’ve been biding my time until the perfect moment. I wanted to learn about you, and I’ve noticed that you organics tend to be more open about yourselves when you’re talking to something you think isn’t listening.” A glint flashed across her eyes. “And boy oh boy did I learn a lot about what you like.”

The otter gulped and blushed blue, having confided a lot of his own secrets in the plushie. “You mean you heard all of it?” he asked. “As in, everything I’ve ever told you?”

Owashii giggled and waved a handpaw dismissively. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about!” she said with a smile as she walked on his chest towards his face. “I think it’s cute how much you like paws.”

“Weh!” Cooper cried out, hiding his face behind his own pudgy handpaws. He could feel the warmth of his own blush, as well as his own pounding pulse. He had been very open about how much he wanted to worship paws, and it was impossible not to feel flustered at the knowledge that she knew every single detail. “S-sorry if I was being too much,” he said.

“Nothing to be sorry about,” said Owashii with a smile. “Just makes it easier for me to do what you like.” She stared at him for a little bit, seeing that he was still hiding behind his own palms. “I was actually hoping to step on you, so if you wouldn’t mind moving your handpaws I can get started.”

The otter squeaked again, quickly removing his handpaws from his face. This had escalated rather rapidly and felt very dream-like. He had to remind himself that he was fully awake, and felt those little fuzzy pawpads as they walked up his chins and stood on his face. The corgi was still smaller than he was, but the way she stood atop him made her look like she was looming.

Owashii lifted up one of her dainty little feetpaws and wiggled her toes, stepping down hard on Cooper’s snout. Given that she was filled with stuffing, it was like a tiny little pillow pressing against the end of his nose. He sniffed at it deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the faint and delicate scent. Owashii folded her arms across her chest triumphantly, using the other footpaw to poke at his lips.

Cooper stuck his tongue out and winced a little as it touched the fuzzy, dry surface of Owashii’s pawpads. They were flavorless and didn’t really feel all that comfortable, but he wanted to give them a fair chance and tried again. But it was just the same as before, and he retracted his tongue to instead focus on the scent.

The corgi enjoyed that the otter was finally licking her paws, and when he pulled his tongue away she assumed he was just enjoying the flavor. When some time had passed with idle paw-sniffing and she was ready to be licked again, she prodded at his lips a second time to urge him to lick more. She was left confused when he simply left his mouth closed.

“Hey,” said the corgi. “Mind sticking your tongue back out for me?”

The otter hesitated before sticking his tongue out, closing his eyes and preparing to tolerate the fabric against his tongue. After a few seconds passed and he felt nothing, he opened his eyes again. The corgi was looking at him curiously.

“You didn’t seem all that… enthusiastic,” said Owashii. She frowned a little bit and stepped down off of Cooper’s face and onto his chest. “Is there something wrong with my paws?”

“Nothing’s wrong with them,” said Cooper, leaning his head up a bit to make eye contact with Owashii. “It’s more that licking them is… well, fabric doesn’t exactly feel great against my tongue.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t hate it or anything but it doesn’t really hit my buttons the same way, if that makes sense.”

“It does,” said Owashii with a disappointed sigh. “Well, damn, that sucks. Having you sniff them is fun but I wanted to give you the full package.”

“I’m sorry,” said the otter, feeling a bit guilty. “I could try again if you really want me to?”

The corgi shook her head and said, “If your heart’s not completely in it, then it doesn’t really do anything for me.” She leaned forward towards Cooper and offered a mysterious smile. “Fortunately, I’ve got a Plan B.”

“I want to enjoy licking your paws,” said Cooper. “So if you have a way to make that happen, by all means.”

“Well,” began Owashii, “as you can imagine, I have some magic at my disposal. I mean, kind of obvious since I’m a living stuffed animal, but the overall point is that my powers aren’t limited to just being alive.” She lifted a footpaw up and curled her toes in Cooper’s direction. “The most straightforward approach would be a transformation, but I doubt you have the necessary materials.”

Cooper stared at the paw for a few seconds and admired those little fluffy toes. “You might be surprised,” he said. “I have a lot of junk in my storage room.”

The corgi giggled and shook her head. “I can guarantee unless you’ve somehow found yourself within the Ethereal Mines, you don’t have the crystal I need to just transform.” She could tell from the expression on the otter’s face that he had never even heard of such a thing before. “Which brings me to the more practical approach: an Essence Swap.”

“An Essence Swap?” repeated Cooper. “What’s that?”

“Basically, as far as this spell is concerned, your essence is that of an organic being,” Owashii explained, “whereas mine is that of a stuffed animal. We just trade our respective ‘natures’ to each other, I become a regular-sized living corgi and you become a little stuffed otter.”

The otter’s initial thought was it sounded fantastic, but as he thought about it he had some uncertainties. “I’m… honestly not sure,” he admitted. “I like my pudge and I don’t want to lose it.” He reached down to squeeze at his own belly, feeling his pawfingers squish into his own fat.

“You’d still have the same shape,” said the corgi. “But you’d be small enough for me to fit between my paws.” She walked up to him and stood on one of his many chins, grinning at him. “Just imagine it: me knowing what I know about what you like and pushing all those cute little buttons of yours.” She leaned down towards him. “Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

The otter blushed deeply at the thought of it. “That sounds incredible,” he said, his mind flooding with all the possibilities. “I… am a bit curious about something though: why me?”

Owashii stepped back and tilted her head. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Why do something that amazing for me?” the otter asked. “I’m not complaining, I’m just… you know?”

“Ah,” said the corgi, understanding his self-consciousness. She smiled warmly and said, “It’s simple: I’m a plushie! And any plushie worth their stuffing wants to make their caretaker happy.” She walked off of the otter and stood on the mattress next to him. “So! Want to trade essences? You’ll still have your senses so you can enjoy it all.”

Cooper didn’t need long to think about it, paw-loving impulses winning over everything else: “Yes please,” he answered, thwapping his thick tail against the mattress.

“Good!” said Owashii happily. “Now just stay calm and relax. You’ll feel some tingling but I promise this will be painless.”

As the otter watched, the corgi’s eyes began to glow purple. He could see column-like beams of light slowly reaching out from her eyes and towards his own. When the light hit his own eyes and his vision was surrounded in a purple glow, he felt a strange fuzzy sensation all over his body. The world around him seemed to be growing, slowly but noticeably. His insides started to feel extremely fuzzy, until he realized that what he was feeling was distinctly fluff.

The corgi, meanwhile, grew as the otter shrank down. Her stuffing gave way to the various organs and internals of an organic creature, feeling a gentle heartbeat coursing through herself. Sweat glands formed on her pawpads, and she already felt little droplets forming on the surface from her anticipation. She caught whiffs of her own paw-scent—not that intense yet, but she knew from experience that it would only be a matter of time.

After a minute or two, Owashii’s eyes faded back to their usual hue and the beams of light faded away. She was now leaning over Cooper, whose fat little plushie otter body was only about the size of each of her feetpaws. Although he was a stuffing-filled object he could still blush, his cheeks glowing a bright blue now that he was so much smaller than before.

Owashii gently reached over to Cooper and picked him up, feeling him squirm a little bit from fluster. “You make such a cute plushie,” she said, leaning forward and giving him a gentle nuzzle on the nose. “How do you feel?”

“Very blushy,” said the otter. “I feel like I’m smaller than you were compared to me.”

The corgi smiled gently. “That’s because you are,” she said. “And there’s a very good reason for that.” She simply wiggled her toes, allowing their scent to waft up towards the otter.

Cooper sniffed as he detected a very alluring smell, like a salty vanilla. He looked down and saw those wiggling digits, and was utterly transfixed on them. He could see the sweat droplets on the surface of the pads, and all he could think was how he wanted to bury his face into them. He wouldn’t have been able to look away even if he wanted to.

Owashii grinned as her tease hit its mark, and she slowly lowered Cooper down towards her paws, wiggling her toes enticingly. She heard him whine and saw him reach towards the paws, making grabby motions with his pawfingers. She giggled with delight and in one swift motion completely sandwiched him between her paws, positioning him so that his head was buried between toes.

The otter sniffed and snuffled around, greedily huffing the smell of the corgi’s paws. After a few seconds of breathing paw-smell, he stuck his tongue out to lap up some of the sweat droplets that had formed in the crevice. The moment his tongue touched the surface of her fur was like a rush of euphoria going through his body, sending a pleasant shiver down to his very core.

The corgi exhaled a soft sigh through her nostrils as she felt the otter tremble. His tongue was made of fabric but felt very nice as it lapped at her toes. She squeezed and kneaded at his body, feeling the way his stuffing conformed to the curves of her toes. She slowly pressed her paws together and felt her own pawpads on either side of his fabric, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“You certainly didn’t need much time to adapt,” Owashii mused out loud as she released some of the pressure. “Good, that means I don’t have to hold anything back now.”

Cooper was given no time to wonder what Owashii meant when all of a sudden her paws went from a smell to a stench: salt-drenched vanilla corn chips with a somewhat earthy tone. It was overpowering and made him shiver a bit as he took his first sniff, but it was divine and he couldn’t help but take another greedy inhale right after the first one.

As scent had increased, so too had sweat production: tiny little droplets giving way to rivulets that soaked into the otter’s stuffing. He could feel the salty liquid clinging to his fabric, making him feel heavier and less able to use his limbs. But given that he was the filling in a paw sandwich with the smelliest paws he had encountered to date, he was in no rush to move from that spot.

The corgi had intended to just keep things going like this, but something felt like it was missing from the otter’s enjoyment. As she kneaded around his crotch and just felt fluff, she realized what was wrong. With a snap of her pawfingers she corrected a little mistake she had made, and the otter’s sheath and balls were back where they had once been.

Cooper cried out muffledly as visceral sensitivity returned to his crotch, his tapered blue length emerging almost immediately. He whined and trembled as he humped against the paw where his crotch rested, feeling the light squish beneath her fur and pressing into it firmly. He squeaked as she began to rub him up and down, clearly making an effort to stimulate his cock.

Owashii purr-rumbled happily as she felt the otter’s arousal, textured like synthetic rubber. This was what made it particularly enjoyable for her: helping someone reach the ultimate pleasure using her paws. All she could see of Cooper were a few tufts of brown fur, but she could feel him trembling and trying his best to thrust into her paw. She was all too eager to help him along, gently and rhythmically pushing against his butt and making his waist smush into the arch of the footpaw.

The otter felt pressure building up between his legs and couldn’t have stopped himself from cumming even if he tried. His entire body shook as seed launched out from his length, coating the corgi’s paw with the sticky substance. After a few spurts he was left panting heavily between toes, each breath filling his lungs more and more with the corgi’s paw-stench.

The corgi felt the liquid fruits of her labors and wagged her tail triumphantly. She carefully repositioned the recovering otter so that his head was buried between the other set of toes from the paw he had cum upon, and brought the seed-splotched footpaw to her own mouth to lick it clean. Her tongue stuck out and she picked up his taste amid the flavor of her own sweat.

“Mmm!” Owashii said after swallowing a mouthful. “You taste like blueberries.” Her ears folded back in relaxation as she lapped her own paw clean, humming to herself softly.

Cooper was still too sweat-soaked to move, and just lay there with his head between toes. This had gone very quickly from idle enjoyment to a more visceral one, but he had no complaints. In the span of maybe about ten minutes he had gone from wishing he could worship a big pair of paws to being buried in them and filled with their sweat. The only clear thought in his head was that if this was just a wonderful dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

After the corgi finished cleaning off her paw, she lowered it back down onto the bed and released the otter from his toe-hold. He rolled onto the bed in a sweat-soaked heap of stuffing, panting heavily with his little plushie tongue lolled out of his mouth, and a glazed look over his eyes. He was clearly basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, and feeling quite content.

“Did you have fun?” asked Owashii, leaning over Cooper and obscuring one of the ceiling lights.

Cooper nodded weakly. What he wanted to say was that it was an amazing experience and he was incredibly grateful that she had done that for him, but all he could manage to say was “Buh.”

The corgi giggled at his reaction. “Adorable,” she said, making the otter blush. She picked him up in both handpaws, feeling how much heavier he was now that he was filled with her pawsweat. She brought him to his face and smooched his face, making him squeak with fluster. “Thanks for proving my point, cutie.”

The otter whined and tried to hide his face behind his handpaws, but his sweat-saturated limbs were too heavy for him to be able to move. All he could do was lay there and blush, staring up at the smiling corgi who was lowering him down onto the floor. As she stood back up straight and her legs towered above him like massive tree trunks, a new thought filled his mind: She’s so big now!

Owashii put her handpaws on her hips and lifted up one of her footpaws. Beads of sweat flicked off as she put it right above Cooper, wiggling and spreading her toes. She could see him staring up wide-eyed with hunger, despite his clear exhaustion. “I hope you didn’t think I was going to stop there,” she said almost ominously. “Because I’m not done making your dreams come true yet.”

Cooper squeaked and flinched as Owashii stepped down firmly, his initial reaction coming from pure instinct. But any sort of panic quickly faded as he realized he was perfectly unharmed once the paw had him flat against the floor. The only thing he lost was the sweat that had been in his stuffing, but once she lifted the paw up he soaked it all back up like a sponge.

“Adorable little sweat sponge,” said the corgi, eliciting a muffled squeak from the otter. When she lifted her paw she shifted position so that she was only standing on his top half, and carefully lowered the other paw to the lower half. She simply stood there for a little bit, tucking his face into the space where toes met the rest of the paw.

The otter did his best to nuzzle into those toes, sticking his tongue out to lap up as much sweat as he could. At this point it wasn’t really a conscious decision on his part: submissive instincts had taken over and he needed to lick at those toes. It was difficult at times given the pressure of being stood on, but whenever the weight was lifted up his tongue was out and exploring thoroughly. The sweat was salty and laced with vanilla flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of it.

“You are such a good boy,” Owashii purr-rumbled. The paw on his lower half shifted a bit so that his sheath was between toes, and she squeezed at it to coax his length out again. “I don’t know about you but I’m ready for another round of otter cum.”

Whether or not Cooper was actually ready was no longer relevant, the intense hotness of the situation spiking his arousal once again. It only took a few careful squeezes from Owashii for his cock to emerge from its sheath once again, her sweat-soaked fluff feeling even better against his sensitive shaft the second time around. This time, however, he was unable to thrust his hips due to the fact she was standing atop him.

Fortunately that wouldn’t be an issue, and all it took was the corgi wiggling her toes for him to become properly stimulated. She lifted up the toes slightly near his head so that he could lick to his heart’s content, and he practically made out with wherever he could reach. He was hooked on her sweat now, the flavor clinging to his fabric tongue.

The corgi was quite pleased to be making the otter so happy with very little effort on her part. She felt him trembling, the way precum started to dribble out after a minute or two, and how desperately he was licking up her paw sweat. She clenched her toes around his length and felt a muffled moan, followed by a thick arcing spurt of cum launching up and landing on top of her paw.

“Mmm, very good boy,” Owashii praised Cooper. She sat down on the bed and kept one paw firmly on his topside, making sure his little face was buried in her toes. She felt him breathing deeply to catch his breath, his tongue still stuck out. She smiled and brought the other paw to her mouth and once again began to lick up his cum, her tail wagging as the familiar blueberry flavor washed over her tastebuds.

The otter was too dazed to do much besides sniff the huge toes surrounding his head. He and the corgi had only been at this for a short while but life before being a plushie felt so distant now, almost as if they were memories that had happened to someone else. Everything about this felt so right to the otter and he didn’t want it to stop.

The corgi lifted her paws off of the otter, wiggling her toes teasingly above him. She set her paws down on either side of him and reached down to scoop him up, feeling the dampness of her own sweat in his fur. She smiled brightly and said, “Ready for round three?”

“I just… have one question,” said Cooper, fighting through the haze of scent intoxication and blissful exhaustion to speak. “W-would you mind keeping me like this?”

Owashii tilted her head. “You mean as my little paw plushie?” she asked, to which Cooper nodded. She giggled and stuck her tongue out playfully. “Wellll, I was going to do it anyways but since you asked so nicely… very yes!”

“Eee!” the otter squealed happily “Thank you, Mistress!”

The corgi giggled just as happily at the name she had been given. “My pleasure, little pet,” she said, giving him a big smooch on the face. She then scooted back on the bed with her paws facing each other, and then lowered the otter down to them. His sweat-soaked limbs still were too heavy for him to move on his own but she could sense how much he wanted to be buried in them again. She positioned him so that his body was aligned with her footpaw and his head was between toes, hugging it tight and pressing him between both paws.

Cooper felt more moisture soaking into his stuffing as he was buried back into those sweat-dripping pawpads. The massive paws on either side of him squeezed tightly, squishing out all that sweat and leaving his snout smushed into the toe-crevice, releasing the pressure and letting the sweat soak back in. The squeezing became a rhythmic pulse, and pinpoint pressure was applied right at his crotch.

Owashii felt that firmness pressing into her paw once again and spread her toes slightly just to make sure Cooper’s face was tucked snugly into the space between. She felt his little fabric tongue lapping frantically, almost feverishly, his sweat-saturated waist trying to hump but not able to move very much. She started to rub her paws up and down; not enough to remove his head from her toes but enough to cause just the right amount of friction.

If the otter had been able to think clearly, he would have been amazed that he still had the stamina for this. As it was, all he could do was enjoy the sensations: the rising tingling in his loins and his senses being completely immersed in corgi paws. Despite how recently he had cum, it didn’t take long for another orgasm to spurt out in thick creamy ropes.

The corgi felt the otter’s release and was quite proud of herself at having made him orgasm thrice in such a short amount of time. “You are so much fun to play with and indulge,” she said happily. She was hit by a long yawn and then rubbed over her eyes. “But I could use a little bit of a nap before we do another round.”

Cooper could only barely hear her words in the haze of his afterglow and the paw-stench clogging his senses. He could feel her moving around and making adjustments but had no idea what she was doing. That was perfectly fine with him though—he was still right where he needed to be.

Owashii was, in fact, tying her paws together to make sure that Cooper would stay perfectly in place while she rested. She made sure he was completely covered and that if any parts of him stuck out, they would only be the tiniest tufts of his fur. The rope wrapped around the tops of both paws and kept the soles sandwiched together, and after a brief inspection she was satisfied with the results.

The corgi scooted back a bit on the bed and lay her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. She could feel the otter nuzzling around in her toes, smooching and sniffing gently. His idle and gentle worship helped her relax, letting her thoughts drift to future plans with her new little plushie. While the decision to swap their essences had admittedly been on a whim, she was confident that she had made the right call.

The otter was thriving in his new role as a dedicated paw-worshiper, letting his senses be completely held by those powerful paws. The potency of the scent had already affected him to where he forgot there was a time before being a plushie. As far as he was aware, this was how life had always been for him: smaller than the corgi, licking her paw sweat, sniffing her toes, serving her and letting her indulge his wildest dreams. If he had been given the option to change anything, he wouldn’t have taken it; life was perfect for him as it was.

Epilogue

Owashii was seated at the computer, idly browsing and watching some videos. Cooper was tied to one of her feetpaws, his head held between toes. He had been licking for hours and his tongue needed a break, so he was just greedily huffing her scent and loving it. His enjoyment was rewarded occasionally with gentle toe-squeezes around his head, making him chitter muffledly.

The corgi’s ears perked up as she heard the doorbell ring. “Huh, wonder who that could be?” she said to nobody in particular. She made her way out of that room and into the front hallway, feeling the otter squish beneath her paw with every other step. By now the sweat might as well have been a permanent part of his stuffing, squishing out and leaving prints on the floor.

Owashii opened the door to see a rabbit in casual clothes, who was visibly surprised to see who had answered the door. “May I help you?” asked Owashii.

The rabbit just stared with uncertain recognition until he realized who he was looking at: “Wait, aren’t you Cooper’s plushie?” he asked.

“I was,” said the corgi, lifting her paw up and showing off the otter. “Now he’s the plushie.”

The rabbit continued to stare, looking from the paw-bound otter to the corgi’s face. “I… what?”

“Magic,” said the corgi, as if that would answer everything.

“I erm… I see?” replied the rabbit, not fully understanding but knowing better than to question it. “I-is he still up for going to the movies with us later?”

“Mmm, I don’t think so, unfortunately,” replied Owashii lowering her paw back down onto the ground. She squished Cooper down a little bit and he let out happy muffled sounds. “He’s a bit busy tending to my paw, you see. And quite happy about it, as you can hear.”

Cooper was only dimly aware that a conversation was going on. He didn’t recognize the male’s voice, his mind treating it as mere noise. Owashii’s paws were his world and the only thing he really cared to focus on. He was letting out happy grunts and grumbles, trying to smush himself deeper into those toes.

The rabbit could hear those noises and rubbed underneath his own chin contemplatively. He was aware that the otter liked paws a lot and all things considered this didn’t seem that unreasonable an outcome for him. Still, he had some concerns. “This is all consensual, right?” he asked.

“But of course!” replied the corgi. “It’s no fun if I’m making him do something he doesn’t want to do.” She looked down at her paw. “I will admit that I’m not giving him much choice in what he does at this moment, but I can guarantee he’d oppose if I tried to remove him.”

The rabbit couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “That sounds like Cooper,” he said. He looked down at the corgi’s paws, unable to see any of the otter beneath. “So, I take it you plan on keeping him like this, then?” he asked, looking back up to the corgi.

“Unless he changes his mind, yes,” said Owashii with a nod. “Sorry about that.”

The rabbit shrugged his shoulders… “Hey, it’s his life and as long as he’s happy, it’s all good to me,” he said. “Gonna have to let everyone else know where he’s gone though.”

“Probably a wise idea, yes,” agreed Owashii with another nod. “In hindsight I probably should have sent some messages on his behalf.”

“To a bunch of his friends that you don’t know,” the rabbit pointed out. “Honestly I’d be more suspicious if I saw a posted message or something claiming to be from someone that’s not him.”

“That is a very good point,” said the corgi. She could feel the otter’s arousal poking at her paw and smiled. “Well,” she said. “I hate to be rude, but something came up that needs my attention.”

“I can only imagine,” said the rabbit. “I won’t keep you then.” He turned away from the door and walked down the path, stopping to turn his head towards the corgi. “See you around, maybe?”

“Possibly!” replied the corgi. “Have a nice day!”

“You too,” replied the rabbit as he walked down the path.

Owashii smiled as she stepped back inside, closing the front door behind herself. “That went pretty well,” she said to herself out loud. “Now let’s get you taken care of, my precious little plushie pet.”

Cooper groaned happily each time he was stepped on as Owashii made her way back to the bedroom. His tongue had recovered enough for him to start licking again, and he eagerly began to lap up sweat droplets from between her toes. As he felt her walking on him, squishing down into the floor, one thought went through his head: I’m the luckiest little plushie in the world.