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Ain't no Otter-pop. © Tsumi Moogle '13 Characters themselves.

The rain pattering against the windows spoke of the dreary day. Not that it really changed things for the otter. He wasn't normally the outdoorsy type, when grass threatened to engulf him and most any manner of creature could up and away with him with but a single motion. No, he was much better off inside. Where the only dangers were the vaccuum cleaner, unweary footpaws padding down the hall in the dead of night for a midnight snack, and the occasional spider. Fortunately, the house's owner generally kept the last of those things well dealt with. Trapped inside as much as the otter, the prior mentioned owner reclined on an immensive couch. Laid out over it on his front,in little more than a pair of boxer-shorts, watching the mind-numbing advertisements scrolling past in a blaze of colour and noise. A moogle, pink-furred, broad-footed, and usually quite genial in attitude. He more or less left the otter to his own devices. Friends? Well, he'd left out the odd bottle-cap of soda, or juice. They weren't on bad terms.

And without the likelihood of the moogle getting to his feet anytime soon, the otter padded his way along the carpet. Watching TV wasn't something he did often, but settling down on the thick-carpeting and leaning back, he looked up towards the immense screen. More like a cinema to him, than anything else. So engrossed in it, he wasn't even aware for the pair of eyes lingering on his form from above. That rapidly changed though, when with a soft brush of fur on fabric, one of the mog's arms descended, and his fingers wrapped about the otter's form. The lutra tensed, as his body was all but engulfed by the broad digits. The world lurching away in a dark pocket of rather fine, warm, pink fur with several leathery finger-pads pressing his form in place.

When the sharp dropping-sensation of vertigo abated, and those broad fingers opened, Otter panted softly, on his hands and knees over the palm of his reclined room-mate's hand. Turning his gaze in confusion to Tsumi's face, he paused. There was an odd look on the giant's face. The shadow of boredom evident around his features, that was slowly beginning to be broken through by narrowing eyes and a spreading grin. Catching sight of the moogle's teeth, the lutra couldn't help a small instinctive shudder, before the mog sat up.

'Relax little guy, k'po. I just had a thought, and figured you might be able to help me with a few needs of mine. Then I'll let you go, hmm? What d'you say, kupo?' Tsumi said softly. He knew better than to be too loud around such tiny figures. Focused on the mog's face, Otter swallowed, eyes lingering on those grinning lips as they spoke, following Tsumi's tongue tracing the length of them as he was given time to consider. Breaking his slightly flustered gaze away, he looked about. The ground so far below him, well out of jumping range.. Even the couch cushions would be too far at this height.. He'd been told he'd be let go again, and maybe it would be fun.. The lutra slowly nodded.

Tsumi's grin slowly widened. 'Good bug, k'po..' he whispered rather impishly.

The mog smoothly stood up and with the thumb of his free-paw, shimmied those satin boxers of his free. Letting them pool about his broad foot-paws before he smirked to the otter. Wordlessly putting the lutra down on the couch cushion where he had been sitting but moments before. Otter swallowed some. The well-loved seat cushion soft under paw. And warm too. The slight musty smell of aged couch having the faint musk of so many people.. and more particularly their rumps ground into the slightly worn fabric. His considering of the furniture was broken promptly though, when a shadow spread over him. Looking up sharply, the otter caught sight of the moogle's rump beginning to descend back over him. And like a deer in headlights, he froze. 'Now, don't you move a muscle, toy.. Y'don't want me missing.' coaxed the giant mog with a giggle.

The view of the mog's shapely rump readily spanned his view of the roof. His little stub of a tail, hiked, wriggling keenly. The fur of his waist indented from his waistband.. The subtle-pink fur seeming to grow darker as it descended. He could almost have reached out to touch it. In fact, he could. And he did. The otter's cheeks burned as his hand slowly pressed against the fine, warm fur of the moogle's rump. His awe momentarily silencing the voice in his head that was shouting at him to run. That the perky backside of a figure nearly twenty times his size was approaching, the furthest thing from his mind. At least until the cleft of the rump found his face, and with the inexorable position of a tree before a tidal-wave, the otter was engulfed by it. Pressed down, trapped by it. His only fortune was that the couch sank a good deal with the colossal weight bearing down on him. The moogle's sweet, heady musk thick in the warming air as Tsumi stirred and settled again on the couch, with a low throaty chrrl as his hips stirred, slowly grinding side to side to position the tiny lutra firm and proper between his rump-cheeks. 'Yeah.. That's a good feel for you there y'know? ..You comfortable there, toy, k'po?'

Soundly pinned, Otter could only stare. His face a vibrant shade of red to match the goggles settled before his ears, he squirmed. Body wriggling between the immensive walls of musky-sweet flesh, clenching lazily about his form. Every so often, his movements drew light noises of appeasement from the immense moogle, particularly where one of his handpaws brushed up, between those broad cheeks, pressing blindly against a snug ring of firmer flesh.

Though his position was, to say the least, bizarre, he didn't appear to be in any immediate danger either. Trembling still, not only for having been man-handled for such an odd request, but because he was there. Pressed and wedged against the giant moogle's rump. The strange musky scent, the rather thick, suffusing heat of the large body about him.. The brush of fine fur and firm muscles pressing him tight. Had anyone asked, he would have absolutely refuted the idea that he was enjoying his position. But his rudder-tip couldn't help the tiniest of wiggles. A wiggle that apparently tickled Tsumi somewhat. The mog tensed up, clenching his rump about the otter and forcing the air from his tiny toy's lungs. Calming, he grinned thoughtfully, licking his lips slowly. 'Oooh..? Having fun under there, huh..? S'good. Makes me think you're ready for more. I know I am, kupo.'

Otter felt as the mog began to shift, releasing that tighter pressure that threatened to encroach into the realms of discomfort and beyond. He sighed, sagging a little and gasping some in that musky air, before those hips stirred, and found the familiar sensation of Tsumi's broad paw slowly scooping beneath him, supporting his form. Only for it to begin dragging him down from that rump. With a spluttering cry, the otter writhed his discomfort in being teased so firmly against the moogle's taint. Finger-pads to either side of his head pressing his muzzle firmly into the fur there, before he felt the weight over his form abating in lieu of looser flesh. Two pendulous, ponderous weights to either side of his form dragging the thicker scent of the moogle's smell over his body.

Writhing, pushing against the broad wall of flesh, the otter felt his hands sinking inwards, doing little to shift the mass away from his face. It wasn't the easiest to breath with so much smothering flesh weighting lazily over his face. And it certainly wasn't made easier, when he felt, rather than heard the immense moogle's low groans of pleasure, savoring every bucking struggle of the tiny otter against his loins.. At least, until his paw dragged fully free from beneath his balls, tugging the disheveled otter with it.

Sagging in Tsumi's palm, the otter moaned. Gasping in the fresh air and all but shuddering in the cooler air, out from beneath the immense body. He felt the paw stirring somewhat beneath him, and finally willing his eyes open as he sat up, he paused, freezing as he found the head the mog's immense shaft no further than arm's reach from his body. The deep pink-red flesh throbbed gently. Its humanish shape held by the giant figure's free hand. Aimed directly at his tiny form. The slit, comparatively big enough that the otter more than likely could have sank an arm into it, drizzled a slick bead of clear, rich-scented pre.. before surging forward like a truck. Groaning, the otter gave a groan as the thick flesh rather crudely ground against, and over him. The spongey flesh slicking with more pre, teased out of the moogle as his sheepish struggles teased the huge form in delightfully, toe-curling ways.

With a plaintive whimper, Otter peeked an eye cautiously up to his huge room-mate. The moogle was staring down to him, his chest rising and falling quite passionately, though strained at the same time as he coaxed drop after drop of that copiously slick preseed out. The fingers about the otter stirred. They quite dextrously turned his body about, angling him this way and that, to permit the body-spanning shaft to grind and slick over more of his body, all but basting him in the viscous fluid, burning his nose with it's potent scent, until Tsumi groaned. 'K-kupo.. now for the fun part.. Make sure to struggle for me now, ott-toy..!' gasped the giant figure, slowly curling his fingers about the otter and trapping his body against the great shaft. Otter gasped gently, confused and more than a little concerned, whimpering, before the paw began slowly pumping. Dragging his slick body along the throbbing flesh and supple under-channel, he squeaked as the broad head of the shaft bumped his form somewhat, only to fall away as the paw dragged him down slowly.

The motion continued steadily. A shakey cycle as the moogle tried to keep himself under control. It would be all to easy to break his tiny toy if he went too hard, or too fast. The struggles, delightfully teasing, helped draw ever more pre from his throbbing shaft, drizzling, and almost bathing the tiny otter in his grasp. The heat of the friction building, Otter groaned out. Spluttering for the odd wash of that rich pre on his lips, he writhed anxiously, feeling the fingers about his body tensing. The formerly fleshy sensation of the flesh was growing steadily harder, whilst Tsumi's breathing filled the air eagerly. The pressure growing ever more, the tiny lutra squeaked, whimpering as he struggled for air, against those fingers threatening to squeeze the life out of him.. The pistoning motions jarring him about frantically as the great mog worked up to his peak. And expecting it all to end there, the otter squeaked out a protest, only to find the hand he was on, dragging away from the shaft. He peeked an eye open, gasping great lungfuls of air down, before he saw Tsumi's free paw working his shaft furiously.. The throbbing shaft swelling, The tip tensing.. And then spreading about a great crashing shot of hot, white, sticky seed.

He was bowled over, crashed into the giant's palm by the immense load hitting like cannon shots. Spluttering for air and struggling in the thick jizz, he coughed, whilst Tsumi slowly sagged back into the couch and leaned his head back. 'Nnnhhh.. not bad, bug.. not bad at all, kupo.. I should definitely think about getting you to do that more often.. ..Or I would at least..' murmured the breathless giant.

Sagging into the open hand, body rather aching, and his own shaft; rock hard, though it had been completely ignored, save the heavy grinding it had just received. The otter was so out of it, he barely felt the slow lift of the paw he was laying on.. And not until he felt the billowing warm breaths of the giant did he open his eyes groggily. Tsumi's smiling muzzle looming before him, the pink figure's nose-pad gently bumped his exhausted figure. 'But you're not done quite yet.. Should get you cleaned up a bit for this next part, ott-toy, kupo.' He giggled gently, before his lips parted and his jaws yawned.

Otter squeaked with his own eyes growing wide. At least until the moogle's broad tongue surged forth and crashed over his form. Slick, hot, pebbled and gorgeously soft, he felt it drag along every inch of his exposed front. Blanketing over his form from toe-to chin, and slowly drag its way up, drawing with it a good deal of the thick seed having clung to his form. His hips arched despite himself, trying to grind against that flesh, until it drew free, and vanished into the moogle's muzzle to seal away his own seed with a low, but visible swallow. Lowering the otter's form, Tsumi grinned. He chrrled as he slowly moved on the couch, laying back and easing his paw back towards his taint. 'I know it's not your usual mudslide, k'po.. but you're gunna be sliding in here for a little while, whilst I get some more TV viewing done, bug. Get nice and comfortable now, might be a while.' the mog urged.

Suddenly frantic, but with barely the energy to show it, Otter squeaked and began trying to squirm from the hand, finding it closing about his form to prevent any escape. Soon enough, the moogle's thighs, thick as ancient red-woods about his tiny form loomed passed. And then, with the mog's grip keeping him mostly stream-lined, the otter whimpered as he felt his feet being fed into that snug ring of flesh he had formerly brushed against. Hot flesh spread, only to eager to greet and embrace the otter, it was hotter, by far, than anything else he had been exposed to, whilst playing Tsumi's toy. Cloying, pillowy flesh, it squeezed, rippling inwards with an ominous pace, and odious grip that he would assuredly struggle to fight against.

The mog gasped over him, panting gently and grinning as he took his time in steadily sinking the moist-furred otter inwards. The stream-lined form doing little for Otter's anxious wishes to be anywhere but that backside. Staring down, the tiny form got to watch everything; his legs and thighs being wrung over, hips and belly as they were steadily engulfed, torso, and finally shoulders perilously eclipsed, leaving his head free. He struggled, shaking his head and peering about, only to pause. He stared, as he saw over the edge of the couch, a wall-mirror. Tsumi's large form propped up, blushing, grinning, and that hand looming over his head, peeking out from between those rump-cheeks. Blushing terribly and whimpering, the otter gave an aching cry as those inner muscles clenched over his body wholly, and dragged him in. He got to watch himself vanish, with the world being sealed away behind the tight ring of flesh that squeezed over his head, muzzle, and finally, drew him away into the depths of the hot body.

Trapped, he lay for who knew how long. He could see nothing but a fine muted star of light. Just out of arms reach, though such a notion was moot. The soft, hot muscles embracing his body held tight. Wringing when he struggled to hard and compressing like a vice if he bent his knees too firmly. The sound of the moogle's heartbear thumped in his ears. The odious sounds of some burbling and gurgling over him reminding him he was on the tail end of someone's digestive tract.. teased and tortured whilst the giant moogle apparently watched television with a complete air of casualness. A minute, an hour, maybe a day passed. He couldn't tell as his head rested in against the mercifully clean flesh.. at least until the sound of a particularly loud gurgle from far above him drew movement.. and the walls about him began to squeeze and ripple once more.. But this time, pushing him back out.

He gasped as the taut entrance wrung over his head. The brighter light of the world stinging his eyes as he tried to open them, Otter groaned, finding himself being squeezed and slid free, back onto Tsumi's handpaw. The slight orange tinge to the light in the room told him it was nearing sundown. He'd been in there for hours.. And without an ounce of fight left in him, all sapped from heat, and the much larger muscles wringing him every which way, he could only sag in that embrace, whimpering gently.. It was at the very least, over..

The tiny lutra was almost thankful as the moogle got up. Appreciative as he found his room-mate even being kind enough to wash him off beneath the tap. Though a semblence of Tsumi's musk still clung to him, he could at the very least, manage it. Head laid back, he lidded his eyes, expecting to be gently deposited back near his make-shift 'home' beneath the moogle's bed. And instead, he found himself being casually dropped from the mog's tilting paw. He fell with a cry of shock for a much shorter time than he had anticipated, landing with a thick 'splat!' in a thick stew-like concoction atop a bed of rice.

Squirming to brace himself up on a thick chunk of meat, the otter looked about concernedly as Tsumi padded back towards the couch. The grin on the moogle's face worrisome as he settled down. The sound of a pair of chop-sticks tapping together met the otter's cookie-like ears, until they came into sight, and like a toy-crane, descended promptly and snagged about the beef-chunk and otter, lifting them from the bowl.

'T-Tsumi..! Wait..! What are you doing?!' spluttered the exhausted lutra. Catching the sight of his 'room-mate's' gaze, he shivered with fright. 'What's it look like, snack? I'm having dinner, k'po. Thanks for the fun.' winked the mog, lifting the captured hunk of meat and tiny otter overhead. Sinking the chopsticks passed his lips and drawing them free, sans meat or tiny otter, Tsumi grinned. The great soft tongue roiled beneath the tiny lutra in the gloom. Pushing up against the roof of his mouth with a squish of saliva. The chunk of meat, as the tongue ground slowly forwards and back, crumbled, speaking of it's slow-cooked preparation.. And without even needing to chew, Tsumi smirked as he tilted his head back. Unable to find purchase, Otter cried out with terror as he began sliding backwards. He couldn't see in the perpetual gloom of that maw, only able to guess, to his terror, when that gullet would claim him.

And impacting it with a 'squish', the otter yelped out as the mog swallowed. Sealing him down that long, sauna-like tunnel, with flesh grinding over every inch of his tiny form, as little more than food.

Grinning as he felt the tiny form empty out into his belly, Tsumi licked his lips, turning his attention to the large bowl of curry to hand, chrrling keenly. 'Mmmhh.. Man, I love curry, k'po.'