This was a commission for  OceanOtter. It was a lot of fun to write!
-Tabitha
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Otter sat in a small chair in a corner of a massive dimly lit room. It was large yet cozy, the wooden panel walls undecorated and plain. The floor was covered in a thick, dark brown carpet that felt very comfortable to walk on. They sat in the chair, kicking their legs idly and watching the door with anticipation. They had been feeling very stressed lately and a special massage was exactly what they needed. The flyer said that it would be “an unforgettable experience” and they were very much looking forward to it.

The heavy oak door creaked open and in walked three canines: a three-foot-tall plushie of an anthropomorphic corgi named Owashii, a flesh-and-blood corgi of the same type and appearance named Artemis, and a twice-as-tall centaur corgi by the name of Tabitha. The otter had not expected them to be quite so large. As the corgis approached, Otter realized that they only came up to the tops of the corgis’ paws, about two inches tall relative to them. The plushie was the first to speak.

“Sorry for the wait! Let’s see, I have you down here for the Triple-Down Treatment, right…” he checked the clipboard he held in his hand. “...Otter?”

“Oh yes!” exclaimed the little otter, nodding excitedly. “That’s the best one, isn’t it?”

“You are correct,” replied Artemis, gently taking the clipboard from Owashii and placing it on a small plastic table in the opposite corner of the room from Otter. Tabitha stood over them, her large form looming over the little creature. They looked up at her and couldn’t help be intimidated by the taurgi’s size. But she looked down reassuringly at them with a friendly smile, and then stepped back.

“Do me a favor and go lay down on that mat over there, would you please?” she asked, her sweet voice like syrup. She gestured towards a small mat on the floor, just the right size for the comparably tiny otter. “You just lay there and relax, and don’t worry your cute little head about a thing, okay?”

Otter blushed a little and nodded, hopping down off the chair and making their way towards the center of the room. They laid down atop the mat and looked at the ceiling, so far away in this gigantic space. The otter closed their eyes and readied themselves to feel relaxed.

Suddenly, they felt a great smothering pressure from above, a fluffy footpaw falling atop them and covering them in vanilla-scented softness. The tufts of fluff felt real enough, but the pads were fabric and fake. Owashii had made the first move, stepping atop the otter and grinding his footpaw down on them.

Otter couldn’t help but squirm a little under the pressure, having been taken completely by surprise. The paw pressed down more firmly, pinning the otter in place with their face buried deep between toes. The muffled protests came to a stop as the little creature realized there wasn’t any point in trying to resist, and stayed still.

“There you go!” called Owashii’s playful voice from above. “Trust me, you’re gonna feel great after this!”

The plushie corgi stood atop the otter, rocking his weight from side to side to add pinpointed pressure to specific parts of the otter’s body. As Otter breathed in the soothing vanilla scent between the soft toes, and felt the pads and fluff kneading them down into the mat, they started to really feel relaxed.

Owashii then began to bounce on the otter without completely removing his paw. Otter squeaked in uncertainty after the first bounce but soon felt their tension melting away with each slight lift and firm landing. After several minutes of this treatment, the toes let go and lifted as Owashii stepped away, letting Artemis take his turn.

“My paws aren’t as soft as his,” warned Artemis, looking down at Otter with an almost embarrassed smile. “So try not to squirm too much, please.”
Otter lay there and simply watched as Artemis’s huge footpaw descended down and completely covered them. This one was different; the fur was just as soft but the pads were leathery and smelled more like vanilla caramel.

They couldn’t help but be tempted by the scent and wanted to see if the taste was the same. They grabbed onto one of the gargantuan toes and dragged their tongue over a firm yet squishy pawpad. Much to their delight, it tasted just like it smelled: a delicious treat for the small creature.

“O-oh,” said Artemis with a blush. “Th-that works too, I suppose.”

The corgi began to press down on the otter as they continued to lick, swirling their tongue all over that delicious pad. The corgi couldn’t help but be a bit flustered, shakily shifting his footpaw with a bit of shyness in his movements. He rubbed and rotated Otter’s body around in circles as Otter focused on the tasty toe. Artemis kept this up for a few minutes before stopping, and clearing his throat a little.

“I-I’m sorry but I’m afraid I have to ask you to let go now,” apologized the corgi. “It’s Tabitha’s turn.”

Otter reluctantly released the toe and let Artemis step away. They didn’t have to wait long as Tabitha literally pounced at the opportunity before her and swept the little creature up in both of the paws of her forelegs.

The otter once again squirmed at the suddenness of the situation but Tabitha’s massive paws were like magic, mashing and mushing them around their silky softness. The strawberry scented soles were positively divine, and they couldn’t help sticking their tongue out and tasting the tantalizing toes as they circled and rubbed against him.

“Ooh, eager little tiny, aren’t ya?” teased the titantic taurgi. “Good!”

She rolled Otter around like putty in her paws, kneading and squeezing out all the stress they had been feeling up to that point. It was simply heaven, being buried in Tabitha’s paws. Things only got better as the otter felt another paw entering the mix, with the female taurgi opening up her paws just in time for Artemis to slam his sole against the otter. It felt a bit rough and it was effective, the otter left a melted pile of relaxation between two of the Tricorgs’ paws.

Suddenly, Otter would feel a tongue made of felt wrapping around them and pulling them up and out of the paws. The little creature barely had any time to react as they found themselves being rolled around in a soft plushie mouth. They quickly grabbed onto the tongue but its wild trashing made it impossible to hold on!

They bounced and tumbled and found themselves falling backwards into a soft, cushiony tunnel. The tunnel opened up and swallowed them down, a squishy-soft slide hugging them as they made their way down into unknown depths.

With a soft pomf they landed on pillowy softness, the scent of vanilla lingering in the air.

“Owashii!” the otter could hear muffledly through the plushie walls surrounding them. “What did we tell you about eating our guests!?”

“I was hungry!” barked Owashii defensively, his voice much louder to the otter in his stomach. “Besides, they’re not squirming, I don’t think they mind.”

The little otter didn’t mind, in fact. It was quite lovely here, with the delicate fragrance of Owashii’s vanilla essence wafting into the otter’s senses with every relaxed breath. No, they didn’t mind at all. They closed their eyes and let themselves drift into a comfortable sleep, dreaming of being between the Tricorgs’ paws once more.