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The otter's bedroom was, in a word, lavish. It was easily the biggest room in the modest-sized home, and clearly had the most expense put into it. The king-sized bed easily captured Biscuit's eye first, with its soft silk bedding and billowing pillows so tantalizing to flop upon, and the thick rugs laid on both sides ensuring that getting in and out of bed was a comfortable event. A carpeted bench sat to one side, a place to sit and remove one's shoes (or perhaps other things), with a storage bin just next to that. The otter had quite the closet too; its barely-ajar doors nearly covered one entire wall, and an assortment of clothes and boxes were peekable-at through the gap...no doubt clothes and supplies for the otter, both mundane and 'exotic'. The wall across from this also sported a door, half-open and clearly leading to a convenient - and private - restroom. Aside from such notables, the room sported many other stylish amenities...such as a solid redwood dresser, a bookcase full of a variety of books and trinkets, a professional-looking desk equipped with a sleek computer and several books on accounting...and the second fancy stereo system the feline had seen here, which the otter had quietly trotted off towards.

"You don't mind a bit of mood music, do you dear?" Griffy asked, hitting a few buttons and delicately turning the volume dial, a lazy piano-focused jazz melody humming gently out from the bedside-speakers.

"Not at all... Huh, you've got a good variety; I haven't heard this piece before." the Srothar nodded, softly sitting on the bench as he watched the otter turn and check a few things around the room.

The mustelid hmm'd to himself, sorting out a few odds and ends on his dresser. "Oh, this? The Flightless Squirrels did a collab with Fawxon - the traditional pianist, if you know them? This was their result~" Griffy explained, double-checking his room before giving himself a prepared nod, turning back to the fluffy feline with a clap of his paws. "Now! I would guess you'd want to freshen up first?"

"Freshen up?" Biscuit blinked. "Oh, like...a shower?" He'd not considered ever showering at another person's house before.

"Exactly!" chirped the otter, idly jostling his still-worn managerial attire in a wriggle. "And besides, we both need to get out of these pesky work clothes if we want to relax properly."

The Srothar stared at his date's clothes: that professional business shirt and functional pair of slacks he had, come to think of it, never NOT seen the otter wear. ...Well, he was hardly opposed to it; his shirt had seen a few food stains during his shift that day and would be nice to slip out of it. "As long as you have a good hair-dryer in there." Biscuit chuckled, getting up and following the otter as the smaller fella motioned to the restroom.

The lavatory was immaculate...and easily double the size of Biscuit's own. The feline was impressed at all the shelves stocked with towels, to fur- and nail-styling tools, to a myriad of shampoos and conditioners. And yes, a salon-grade hair-dryer, which the mustelid was only too happy to motion towards.

"Feel free to spoil yourself, hun! You can use anything you like in here~ There's a hamper there for your shirt, I'll do laundry in the morning so don't worry yourself about that." the otter pointed towards a little clothes-bin by the door, just need to a well-stocked magazine rack.

"Well then, I do like to spoil myself in the shower..." the Srothar honestly related. "I will. Thanks, Griff."

Biscuit idly gazed over at the tub, quite surprised by the odd design. It was basically circular in shape, aside from where it cornered against the walls; with a deep basin. It would've looked more like a small pool than a tub, if it wasn't for the big metal faucet hovering over one side of it, and the multi-setting shower head above that.

"Oh, you're wondering about the shape, hun?" the otter interjected the feline's thoughts, patting Biscuit's thigh. "We otters have our ways of enjoying a bath...floating belly-up, paddling about...it's in our roots! But a normal tub has me bopping my head against the walls again and again!" the smaller creature let out a giggle at his own expense. "And besides, the space is nice when you want to share a shower with someone..."

"A-ah, that does make sense..." the Srothar swayed, feeling a bit awkward about that last part. Showers were his 'me'-time, and...he'd never done that with someone before.

"...Oh! But, you know, I need to prepare a few little things for next work-day." the observant otter explained, gently giving his guest an out. "Why don't you just enjoy your shower, and let me know when you're out, sweetie? See you in a bit~" Griffy grinned, giving a little wave of his tail before politely stepping out, closing the door behind him.

The fluffy feline let out a little sigh, glad to get a little privacy, much as he was increasingly-enjoying Griff's company. He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped off his stockings, tossing the former into the half-full hamper and setting the latter onto an empty bit of shelving. The tub had nothing placed around its sides; all the bath products were apparently kept on the shelves when not on use. Fair enough... The Srothar looked over the bottles, noting that nearly everything came from this salon or that salon; Griffy clearly wasted no expense in these things. His eyes settled onto an appealing shampoo and conditioner set...cinnamon. He did like a good spice-scent now and then.

The shower was generally simple to set up. He was at first confused why the shower head's settings were controlled indirectly, with settings for 'jet', 'mist', 'soft stream', and 'hard stream' all controlled by a dial near the faucet...but it made sense enough with a bit of thought; it was doubtful that the otter wanted to somehow climb up to the shower head whenever he wanted to adjust it! Biscuit settled on a mix of hard and soft streams, shuffling about in the shower until he got the temperature juuust right... The water here could get VERY hot, impressively-so; he would be fully able to have one of his steamy showers, that was for sure...

The shampoo and conditioner were delicate yet thorough. Biscuit felt a pleasant tingle wherever he rubbed them into his fur, feeling the suds cleaning right to his skin. His scaly-sections also interacted well with the high-quality gels, his scales notably smoother and softer after ample application. "M-mmf...mrrrr..." purred the cat, losing himself in the moist heat and cinnamony pleasure as he rubbed and cleaned over his fat frame, his dampened ears bouncing a bit from the jazz playing in the other room. He hadn't noticed before; a small speaker sat near the bathroom ceiling, an extension of the bedroom stereo that allowed those in the restroom to enjoy the tunes as well. What a pleasant, thoughtful addition!...

The Srothar panted cutely as he at last concluded his shower, drawing away the curtain and retrieving a towel. To say he felt cozy and warm would've been an understatement; he'd never taken a shower quite this hot and wonderful before! He dried off lazily, soon plopping the well-soaked towel into that hamper; his fur was still quite damp, but now that he wasn't dripping of water, he could try out that hair-dryer... The device was solid, a bit heavy to hold but also sported a nice rubber grip at its handle - perfect for wet hands. One careful plugging-in later and he flipped its switch... "WHIRRRRRR!" Biscuit blinked, rubbing his now-dry eyes of the strong flow of air; he likely shouldn't have pointed that at his face first! Suffice to say, the fur-dryer was plenty-strong, the heat and air quickly cutting through even the fluffiest parts of his fur in no time at all. The water didn't have a lick of time to cool and make him feel cold, something he was used to with his own dryer...which was likely half as efficient as this professional one.

Biscuit put the dryer, shampoo and conditioner back to where they had been shelved, ruffling and helping his mane and floof the rest of the way out, idly sniffing at his own pleasantly-sweet-spiced fur. He felt great...though a moment of consideration made him pause. While picking up his stockings, he realized he had no change of shirt... Heh, like the otter would mind his belly being exposed....oh well!

As the feline slipped out of the bathroom, he saw the mustelid had not made an idle excuse earlier. Griffy was sitting at his computer desk, indeed working away at balancing a few spreadsheets and ordering a few new items for the restaurant just as he had said. He happily hit 'save' and spun around in his swivel-chair when he heard the Srothar re-appear, however, giving an approving gaze up and down the fluffy cat as he hopped down onto his feet again and approached. "Ooh, you DO know how to pamper yourself! You look great, dear...and smell great too!" the otter observed, sniffing that cinnamon-scent and taking a moment to nuzzle against that smoothened gut.

The Srothar merely let out a lazy sigh, leaning forward to once more belly-smother the poor otter for a moment. "That was an incredible shower. The water pressure, the heat, the products...I envy your setup!"

The mustelid smooshed his paws into the cat's belly-fat, playfully using them to unearth his cocky, smiling snout. "Well, you're not the first guy to be jealous of it...though you might be the first that isn't gay! Never underestimate a flaming otter's passion for pampering, sweetie~" Griff lightly purred, giving a flaunting waggle of his thick tail before using it to pat-a-pat along the cat's thigh...slowly walking past his guest. "Now, I absolutely MUST escape these grungy clothes, ugh! You just wouldn't think 8 hours of accounting and managing would get one grimy, but you'd be wrong!" the otter expressed with dramatic flair, giving a giggle at his own performance by the time he reached the bathroom door. "You'll be okay while I'm gone, right dear?"

Biscuit grinned sheepishly at the overacting, resisting mentioning how adorable his date was being - much as he knew the ott would love to hear it. "Silly." he remarked instead with a grin, nodding his boss off. "I'll be fine - take your time."

Biscuit causally lounged on the bed as he patiently waited for his host, sprawling out and testing the comfort levels of the mattress... Not too soft, not too hard...plush, yet supportive. It was so much roomier than his old bed too; no matter how far he stretched out, his feet and hands never went over the edge of the bed, always settling atop more softness. ...The cat sat up after a time, ears pivoting as he started to hear the otter - who, indeed, was taking his time - begin to sing a few lazy chords along with the melodic jazz that had by now come on the stereo. 'What a dork...' thought the Srothar. '...though one with quite a nice voice.' he admitted.

A little longer and the shower had clearly stopped running, the otter still humming to himself as he milled about the bathroom. As the loud dryer bellowed out again, the fluffy feline casually retrieved his stockings, and slipped them back on his feet with a shrug...and, as he wriggled his toes inside them, a smile. Griff would probably like him adorned in these again...

The otter soon popped out of the lavatory, leaving the door open as he still held a towel around him, casually rubbing his butt against it for a last little bit of drying. The mustelid seemed just as pleased to be clean, and Biscuit could detect quite a sweet smell wafting off the little mammal...remembering he'd seen a few bottles of 'honey vanilla' shampoo. What a decadent scent...!...the cat couldn't complain.

"Ahh, goodness! It's marvelous how good a nice shower can make you feel. And to be out of those clothes!" the otter sighed triumphantly, slipping the towel off of his body and plopping it into the hamper. "Clothes might make the man, but gosh. Sometimes, I only wanna be an otter!" Griffy turned back to his guest, his short-furred frame spreading out in a looooong stretch...before finally he noticed the Srothar's dumbfounded expression.

Yes; Biscuit was a bit surprised. A blush flushed over his face as he couldn't help but gaze over his boss... The otter had ALWAYS been clothed around him; yet now, the otter was buck-naked. Not that...there was anything lewd about it, he supposed; fur had a way of protecting modesty all by itself. But it simply felt...odd, to the cat! The mustelid looked like any other anthro when all dressed up and authoritative (albeit...shorter), but lacking any clothing like this...the Srothar was surprised how feral and...cute...the little fella appeared.

"Oh! Um..." the otter fumbled, spinning and retrieving his discarded towel, quickly wrapping it back around his waist. He looked up apologetically at his friend, genuinely embarrassed. "I didn't think... Oh, I'm so sorry hun! Those I bring home, I'm used to... Well, I'll find something modest to put on, alright?"

The feline wasn't quite sure how to respond at first; simply watching as his host went over to the dresser, beginning to look through the drawers for something appropriate. Biscuit watched as the otter grew more and more flustered and upset, the cat easily able to see the many sexy garments that populated the dresser; which were obviously being rejected by the mustelid, who clearly lacked many other options. ...Before, the Srothar may have been a bit squicked at the thought...but his mind was only on one concern now.

Griffy bit his lip. The otter was simply too casual - too gay - and was screwing this date up. He held no ill feelings towards his date's asexual nature; really, he didn't mind that at all. The only thing he minded was offending his guest, when all he wanted to do was make him happy for one night... Oh, where was a decent pair of lounge pants?? He knew he'd bought one at some point... The mustelid reached up to one of the highest drawers, standing tall and tip-toe to poke and prod inside it blindly with his webbed hands...

"E...eeep?" the otter expressed, not expecting the large furred hands that suddenly - gently - cupped around his waist from behind. He stopped his searching...and tilted his head back, looking up at Biscuit's worried, friendly expression. "H...hun?"

The Srothar, crouched behind the mustelid, still wasn't quite sure if this was an appropriate action to take. His paws, though nervous, lightly rubbed up and down that smooth short ott-fur. His small friend did seem to visibly relax from it, so...maybe this was a good thing to do. "Hey. It's...it's alright. You...you're really cute, you know." Smooth; real smooth. He practically winced at himself over that clumsy bluntness.

Of course, the feline had no reason to worry. Griffy's eyes grew wide at the admission, a couple little tears welling briefly alongside his GREATLY-relieved expression...! "A...awww!" he spun 'round in an instant, hugging against the Srothar's wobbly belly, which hung a little looser in the feline's crouch. "That's so sweet of you hun!" The ott's tail waggled around, his bubbly butt bouncing as he quickly recovered from his lil' period of depression. "You're an absolute cutie too, you know! But, you're...okay with a birthday-furred otter?"

Okay with? "Heh. Maybe I prefer it." Biscuit smirked, his nervous yet brave paws slowly cupping the otter's tush...and lifting the entire fella into his arms as he stood up. W-wow, he was...lighter than the Srothar expected, really. The feline looked half-away with a blush at his own action, before slowly stepping back to the bed...plopping Griff on one side, and sitting himself on the other side.

The otter never stopped swooning during the transporting...or after. Griffy was just lightly squeaking in joy at that point, sitting up on the bed much like the Srothar as he gazed over the cat... Aww, he was just TOO cute when he was embarrassed! What a big 'ol sweetheart he was...

"Shall we begin, sweetie?" Griffy chirped, centering his focus on the big cat's covered paws. "I want to give you the BEST massage you're ever had. If...you've even had a massage before!" The mustelid patted the feline's legs, motioning for him to stretch out his feet... First, he had to get Biscuit totally prepared...

The cat nodded, collecting a couple pillows under his head as he laid out belly-up, straightening his legs as requested. "I've had...self-massages, I suppose?" he noted, thinking of the times - especially recently - that he'd kneaded at his weight in the shower...

Griffy made a little leap over one of the feline's legs, slipping between them before moving on all fours down to Biscuit's feet...making for quite a cute, slinky, ottery gait. He turned himself around, facing the Srothar's sock-laden soles and critiquing them for a moment. "Oh, dear, that's hardly the same! A true massage requires complete and utter...relaxation~" The mustelid inhaled, then exhaled slowly, making a physical point. "Laying back, and letting another work their magic..." He coo'd, his webbed hands grasping the toe-fabric of one of the socks.

"I think I can do that... ...Ahn?..." Biscuit replied, closing his eyes for a moment before re-opening them as he felt a tug. He looked down curiously, watching his host artfully slip one whole stocking off of his foot, then moving to his other foot and doing the same. "I thought you liked the stockings...?" He idly curled his exposed toes as both socks were set aside, noting that the ott seemed quite pleased with himself.

"Oh, I do, dear! But..." Griffy giggled. "Putting you in your own birthday-fur is the only way to truly do a thorough massage on you~" The otter seated himself in front of the feline feet, his hands grabbing and placing them somewhat-close-together before he scooted up between them. Pivoting slightly left, he stroked his webbed fingers along the cat's right foot...noting the puffy pads equipped to each toe, a long and wide pad where the feline put most of his weight, and a round 'dew' pad on the untrodden back of the foot.

The Srothar blushed a bit brighter at the mention. It was true; they were BOTH fully-starkers now. He curled his toes a bit at the thought, gently squeezing one of the otter's exploring hands for a moment. "I guess do what you...mmhn...need to..." Biscuit faltered in a groan, a bit surprised as Griffy's small hands began to press and rub with impressive strength...

The otter DID have experience, after all. He groped his hands about all parts of the foot, petting along the top and sides soothingly...but his focus was clearly on the bottom, that part of the foot that got the most punishment and endured the most throughout every day... He dug his digits carefully into the furred sole, small otter-nails scritching along the skin and his webbing lightly tickling between the pressure-points. Griffy shifted his placement gradually and patiently, rubbing in little swirls as he worked out each and every one of the Srothar's foot-muscles.

Biscuit tried not to groan...too loudly. It hurt a little at first, to have those muscles pushed around and kneaded...but soon his foot felt very warm indeed, a comfortable looseness pleasantly washing over it... This feeling only continued as the otter's smooth fingers relocated to his pads, the leathery foot-guards squishing and distorting to the mustelid's efforts - and buzzing a special tingle through his foot all the while! He'd never much interacted with his pads, aside keeping them smooth and clean...but after a few mere minutes, they too felt so much more soft and limber than he'd ever imagined they could feel! "Prrrr..." the cat rumbled, not being able to help but stretch that foot out a bit further...

Griffy felt quite satisfied; he had just finished up with that foot, and was just about to turn his attention to the other...when the limbered-up sole suddenly loomed closer, toes outstretched...! The otter let out only a soft squeak as that widest pad squished against his broad snout, his big black nose noting the clean leathery smell of the puffy pressure point, as those thick toes clasped gently atop his muzzle... Quite grabbed, quite trapped, and quite enraptured, the otter rose his paws to clasp the sides of the aggressive foot, and...slipped out his tongue.

The Srothar, already feeling quite a buzz from the massage, was very slow to notice what he'd just done. In fact, Griffy's slick, warm tongue had already well-coated his main pad in drool by the time he collected his thoughts...and the cat nearly let out a squeak himself as he realized the position he'd put his date into! In concern, he attempted to gently pull away...but the otter's hands still held his foot fast. He paused...

...As did Griffy, backing just slightly away from the flavorful sole to lick his lips... He peered around to his guest, giving a wink of reassurance to Biscuit's dumb-struck face. "Well, since your foot insisted, dear..." the otter tittered, tilting his head up in a change of focus to slurp his tongue along...that left-most toe-pad next~ "Just...keep pulling if you...mmh...don't want this..." The distracted mustelid dropped his paws off the feline's foot at that, allowing Biscuit to pull away without trouble.

...A kind gesture. But Biscuit - what do you know - didn't want to pull away. The cat returned to his deep-throated rumblings, curling his toe down on the top of that tongue...returning to a full recline as he relaxed again. "This...a normal part of a 'full' massage too...?" he chuckled out amongst his purrs.

Griffy just smiled as the toe curled into his slurps. "No...this is just...some self-indulgence...for your masseuse~" the otter gaily remarked, parting his snout to draw in and entirely suckle along that plump, fuzzy toe for a time, polishing up the toe's black nail with his saliva... He continued this attention along each and every one of the four toes, doting on each flavorful pad before treating each digit like a furry lollipop - surprised to find each one even more flavorful than the last. That cinnamon-shampoo scent in the fur, combined with that jerky-like taste along those leathery pads...sweet, and savory~

This was all so weird for the Srothar, but he was basking in the experience...almost, shamelessly too. The otter had threatened to 'eat him all up' for being cute before; but never had he expected it to be quite this literal! The cat nearly let out a grumpy 'mrrrph' as the otter eventually stopped those slurps, setting down his quite-heavenly-feeling right foot...until he felt his left foot be picked up instead. That's right; there was a whole 'nother foot to go! Biscuit wriggled his toes as Griffy started up the routine again: rubbing along his fur, loosening his muscles, kneading into his pads...then of course, devouring along the puffy leather-points~ The Srothar shivered warmly as his date's mouth moved even more artfully this time, taking extra focus to glomp specifically around his pads and even lightly chewing at them with those lil' otter teeth...! He couldn't help but briefly pant, lifting his first foot up and rubbing it gently against Griff's soft side...

Eventually the mustelid had his flavorful fill of the other foot, gently letting it go...only to watch it shift over and slowly rub his other side. The little mammal moaned out a happy sigh as he was cupped between the two Srothar soles, stretching upwards and fluidly bending side to side to rub back against the feet. "Heehee~ I see someone is already getting into the spirit of things. And we've only just begun, too...!" Griffy tantalized, giving a coy grin over to the passive-looking cat. He stood smoothly, those feet rubbing his thighs briefly before finally 'freeing' him from their embrace. Stepping to one side of the cat, the otter retrieved those purple stockings, and kindly slipped them back onto those adorable pawsies, since he was done with them for now~ "Next, hun...could you slip over onto your belly?..."

Biscuit just nodded lazily, his tail waving loosely in the air to express his curiosity as he flumped over to his belly with a soft heave of his weight. The feline felt good right now...loose, happy, a bit...free. But that was true, there was still more to come...! Well, in this private, friendly environment...he welcomed it.

With a bounce and a bound, the otter once more sat between the Srothar's legs - feeling more energetic than ever after that last event! He stretched out his membraned digits once more as he worked out his friend's calve muscles, then slowly higher up those legs...pivoting 180 degrees here and there to switch between the limbs he'd sequestered between. The feline's fat thighs spelled the end of his working-gap, squishing softly against each other as they did; but it was hardly a problem for the mustelid. He simply perched atop one hip while rubbing the other, then reversed...keeping a magnificent balance considering Biscuit's happy swaying jiggled the soft platforms~

Embarrassment only set into the Srothar once his masseuse...continued upwards again. He knew little about proper massages, but he had expected the otter to simply detour past his...butt. Not so; those dexterous ott-paws had little shame kneading into his admittedly-thick behind...! The fluffy feline opened his mouth to speak, but...took a moment to consider it. The rubs had felt wonderful this whole time, and as this embarrassing part of him was doted-on, he could feel his glutes benefiting, that growing warmth and looseness spreading over his posterior... This...this was okay. Great, actually. As thorough as the otter was, he felt no violation from the act, no...poking or prodding where it would get weird. Biscuit let out a relaxed sigh; s-sure...a bum massage, why not...?

Griffy was somewhat aware of his friend's initial reluctance; it's easy to tell when somebody is tensing up when you're pressing down on their muscles. He took his time over the rump, keeping an ear open for any decided protest...but was quite relieved when none came. Certainly, the otter couldn't help but admire the feline's rear - its size and shape were easily attractive, and he was appreciative of the chance to interact with it even like this - but he would never think of stepping past a clear boundary line. Besides - he was in 'professional masseuse mode' for now - and there was still so much more of the cat to rub!

The feline tried to stifle a laugh as Griffy repositioned to massage his back, feeling the little guy perching atop his butt for a moment...and thinking of the stupidest joke. "...Y-You know... If I told people that my boss was on my ass today, I don't think this is what they'd first...heheh...think of...!"

The mustelid was just about to step off of those buttocks when the cat piped up, the little mammal taking a moment to consider the words... "Oh, huuuun! That's BAD!" he chirped out a high-pitched chortle, laughing right along with the Srothar and briefly plopping down atop the soft bum as the feline's jovial body jiggled him off his feet! "So who's the 'butt' of that joke, then?" Griffy couldn't help but add with a pat to that tan tush, the shared laughter continuing a good full minute more before the two silly creatures finally settled down!

Or, as 'settled down' as an otter with a mission gets. Biscuit simply sprawled once more as his little date began to work carefully along his back, pressing and working at the many muscles here and there... He hadn't had a laugh that good in...well, frankly, he never much laughed in the first place...what a high it gave him, though! The pleasantness was only compounded by the otter's kind continued efforts; the back was a complicated part of the body, he supposed. He could feel the mustelid using a variety of techniques; rolling across his shoulders, kneading under his arms, tenderly petting down his spine, squishing and squeezing the fat along his sides...plus many more actions that he couldn't quite pinpoint, as he simply fell into the warmth and looseness spreading across his back...

The ott's paws were getting a tad tired, all said. There was just...soooo much kitty to rub!...but, this wasn't really a complaint. Finishing up that softened back, Griffy next took his time with the side-flopped arms of the Srothar, letting his paws get a bit of a rest as he smoothly, slowly kneaded along one of them... Down the upper arm, across the lower arm... He held the big Srothar hand within both of his own, his thumbs pressing along the tan fingers and rolling along those digit-paws...his small otter-claws clacking along the cat's nails. For a finishing flourish the otter leaned in, giving the palm a gentle kiss~ "Such a cutie-kitty." Griffy remarked, too quiet for even those keen feline ears to hear...

Biscuit hummed and purrrred as his host concluded with that arm of his, his tail quite intentionally swaying to tickle along the otter's side as his back was used as a bridge to his other arm. The mustelid repeated that tried-and-true approach, but the cat proved more mischievous at the end this time, leaning a digit forward to scritch at that big ottery nose after that hand had been massaged...and receiving a cute ottery giggle in reward~ The smaller mammal bounced right up after that, but the Srothar soon rediscovered his friend as that otter-tush plopped atop his back, short-furred legs hanging over his shoulders. "Hrrm? Wanting a piggy-back ride now?"

Griffy leaned forward with a playful squeak, clasping his thighs briefly against the Srothar's shoulders as if considering the notion. "Just getting in position to work out that neck of yours, dear...assuming I can find it." The otter ruffled his hands into the fluffy feline's mane, climbing them up for a time to pet and scritch over Biscuit's lovely head of hair, eliciting a pleased perk and pivot from the cat's ears~ "Oh, THERE it is~" Griffy ah-ha'd, digging under the mane just right to reach the broad neck...

Anybody that knew anything about massages knew that neck massages were perhaps the best place to massage. Stress and tenseness collected there easiest, and often first. The mustelid masseuse was of course well-informed, and quickly took his webbed talents to task. Relaxed as the Srothar already was, he found some VERY rigid muscles and tendons in the cat's neck - clearly built up from all manners of tense events, both routine and not. Such as... ...Griffy took a moment to remember those rude teenagers that had demeaned his employee...he was of course on duty that day; small as he was, he got those three right on out of his business, and they were officially banned from coming back. Hm...

The compassionate otter focused on his task, feeling all the more motivated to delete that stored stress in his friend. He worked firmly yet carefully, sliding his digits along pressure points and knots... He noted when the cat winced and slowed his pace temporarily, before picking back up again... Yes, 'no pain, no gain' certainly applied to a neck massage when one was this tense, but he was confident that his skills would keep the pain brief and the gain fulfilling.

He wasn't wrong. Biscuit had notice a few times now where the otter's strong pressures along his body's muscles had briefly hurt, but then been replaced with a wave of warmth... He was no biologist, but he knew it had something to do with encouraging blood-flow... Regardless, he endured, knowing that the little otter would never hurt him intentionally...and soon found his neck quite loose and toasty from the efforts~

"Not too much more to go now, sweetie...now I need you to flip, and sit up a bit. Thank you soooo much for enduring this!" expressed the all-too-humble mustelid, stepping off to one side to allow the cat to turn.

"It's quite hard to endure such pleasure...but I'll manage, somehow!" lampshaded the feline with a smirk as he turned, propping himself up a bit with the pillows but otherwise sprawling out once more, even giving a casual pat to his chest to call the happily otter back over. "So what's left now?..." Biscuit trailed off as his little host quite quickly took the invitation, his vision filled with otter-fur as Griffy hopped right up in front of his face!

The ott sat down quite comfortably on the kitty's fluffy mane, his paws promptly raising and interrupting any further coherent speech from the Srothar. "A few facial details, for starters~" the gay little otter casually remarked, rubbing along those bashful - and squishy! - Biscuit-cheeks, barely resisting to give them a doting pinch. "It's not a common thing to massage...but when I have a snouted bed-mate, they ALWAYS love a good rub around their muzzle~" Griffy was only too eager to demonstrate this, kneading along the sides and top of the big cat's wide schnozz in an artistic fashion, fingers dancing and webbing tickling along that short facial fur.

The Srothar bared his teeth a bit - though not angrily. Not intentionally, either. It was just a side-effect as the otter-digits rubbed along his lip-line, said lips curling briefly wherever they were pet. The mustelid's soft paws moved lower, Biscuit reflexively-raising his head as his chin was caressed, rubbed, scritched...a-almost like how you'd please a pet. His ears pivoted tautly at the thought...but then simply drooped in defeat. Well, whatever; it felt...good~ The cat's jaws felt looser and looser as his face was doted on...but not nearly as they did when his jaws themselves were targeted. Griffy's thumbs were pressing just perfectly along his jaw-line now...gliding along...and now, circling at the base of his jaws, just near his ears... "Purrrraaaawrrrrr..." Biscuit rumbled, and groaned...his snout spreading, flopping open from the rubberizing attention...

"O-oh. You...really enjoy that, hun. More than most do..." the otter mused, partially to the cat and partially to himself. Sitting so directly in front of the Srothar meant the slackening maw opened right in front of his eyes...a hot breath wafting out from the sighing jaws, smelling of the seafood they'd eaten earlier. Well, that was hardly an unpleasant smell to an otter... The smaller creature continued to rub a bit longer than he intended, retreading the feline's cheeks and snout-circumference with his hands... The wide-open position of the snout afforded him access to new muscles...was the mustelid's flimsy excuse, anyways. That it afforded him a few more moments to study that gaping, glistening mouth and peer back at that throat in awe...well, that WAS the main reason he was doing it, wasn't it? Griffy...wasn't entirely sure why he cared. He knew what a Srothar was capable of...perhaps that was why. A tinge of...fear? A tinge of something. Though Biscuit was hardly such a Srothar; it didn't matter much. He was just a gay otter, and gay otters just enjoyed ogling interesting things.

The little mustelid gave the whole matter a giggle, pressing his hands up against the kitty's chin to close those chops with a 'clack!' of feline teeth hitting together. This finally caught Biscuit's attention, the cat giving his friend a sheepish grin. "S-sorry. Uh...that was probably a little gross." the feline admitted, his tongue self-consciously lapping along his teeth to clean them.

"No...fishy, is all! I'm just glad you were enjoying yourself dear. ...But! Let's continue!" the otter remarked chipperly, scooting down the feline's front until he sat atop that doughy, scaly belly. "Two things left! First, that lovable fluffy chest of yours..." he leaned forward promptly, burying and swishing his hands throughout the mane while rubbing along the chest he eventually discovered. It was fun for the mustelid to learn that the chubby cat did in fact have a bit of 'moobage' hidden behind all that fluff, and he focused some time rolling his hands around the modest mounds... Biscuit squirmed a bit at this, clearly not used to such attention, but letting out a gentle purr of approval all the same. Why, with all that mane, perhaps the Srothar had not even realized he had moobs at all before this! The otter couldn't help with wriggle his tail at the thought of being the first to discover these...

Biscuit h-huffed. For all his self-massaging at times, he'd never done more than brush his mane...and had, never really looked 'under' it. It maybe wasn't a surprise he had a soft chest, given the rest of him...but to think it took a curious otter to learn it! Well, it felt as nice as any other part of the luxurious massage, so he wasn't about to complain... Though...his focus was elsewhere. Griffy's butt and tail, swaying atop his belly-weight...was proving even more distracting. Not in a bad sense of the word; but it was sloshing his stomach around, stirring a few low gurgles from the gut and mildly-displacing his still-digesting dinner...

The feline elected to stop getting so distracted by his gut, but failed quite quickly as the otter rubbed down the rest of his chest...and soon slipped to one side of him, standing up next to his tubby tummy. "Mrrrrowwwl..." a low drawl of a caterwaul simply escaped him as Griffy joyfully buried those little hands against his scaled fat...

"And finally...we'll end this long massage by pampering your adorable belly~" Griffy said with just a bit of exhaustion from all the work, though wearing a fulfilled smile all the same as he listened to the mrowl'ing kitty. "I'd ask what you think of belly-rubs, but I already hear the answer to that!" the masseuse cheerily quipped, spreading his hands to both top and bottom of that soft stomach. Thus organized, he slowly rubbed and kneaded into the highest and lowest scale-segments simultaneously, pleased as punch to see the feline stretch out and flutter that tan tail more and more. His hands then jumped the gaps to the second-highest and second-lowest segments, caressing along their whole lengths just as thoroughly...before gap-jumping one more time, his hands meeting on that middle segment before double-teaming it quite mercilessly!~

Biscuit's mind was awash with waves of bliss as his tummy was treated...so...well...! Those skilled ott-hands...how did they feel THIS good? Griffy...was unquestionably a pro at kneading all that smooth yellow dough... 'But then...' the cat hazily supposed, '...he IS a chef...' It was sound enough logic; not that he cared to think too much on logic. C-certainly not as...the otter's hands moved to their next act...! The Srothar's mewling took a higher pitch as those small hands dipped BETWEEN his scaly segments, rub-stroke-rubbing deeply into the flabby crevices that divided each belly-section... "A-ahrrrwmrrrowwww..." his legs twitched and shivered in sensitivity; th-those spots the otter found were spots that NEVER got touched... B-but...touching...rubbing...was...divine...!

The otter nearly faltered as he watched the cat twitch and react so strongly to his segment-dipping, worried for a moment that he'd done something he shouldn't...until he heard that absolutely-FERAL groaning! "Ohhh...you LOVE that, don't you hon?" egged on the mustelid...letting out a bit of a pant as he dug his paws between another set of folds, rubbing and wobbling and jostling that gut around best as he could! In truth, he was getting quite near the end of even his limitless otter-energy...but he would keep up the rubs just a bit longer! Griffy plopped his chin against the soft gut to rest a little as he concluded, his little ears twitching as he heard all the groanings and glurpings of the Srothar's stimulated stomach... Wh-what a pairing of noises with the feline's rowrls...and all his own fault for causing, too~

The fluffy feline let out a slow, gentle pant as his mind attempted to settle down again... The mustelid was slowing down, and it wasn't long until those webbed hands unearthed themselves from his scaled flab, the otter clambering up atop his pillowy - and pillow-soft - belly. He looked down at his date, watching as the smaller mammal flopped side-ways on his weight, those webbed feet plopping peacefully near his neck as the playful otter curled enough to face him.

"Hooph! You tuckered this otter out!" the mustelid 'reprimanded' with a smile. "That's no small feat! Then again dear...you're no small Srothar~" Another infectious giggle bobbed Griffy's head, slowly shifting his body around to rub his back against that rumbly tummy. ...Hm?.. The otter focused up at the Srothar's face, noting the slightly-flopped-out tongue and 'lost' expression of his friend. "Hon? Biscuit? I know I conked you out a bit there, but...are you doing okay?"

The cat's ears perked a bit at the mention of his name, the still-hazy eyes somewhat adjusting down to the otter's face. "Oh...I'm fine... More than fine..." he spoke as if he were drunk; the margarita...? No, he hadn't even gotten a buzz off of that... His head faltered a little, his gaze shifting down to the otter's feet. Those adorable feet...those little curling webbed toes... The Srothar didn't feel like himself. But he also felt totally like himself. But those cute feet... "You were wonderful... I think...I want more..."

"O-oh? Well dear...! We could do this again sometime. But for right now, I'm a bit be- eeeep?" Griffy began with an apologetic excuse, but one crescendo later and his tone had changed to one quite bashful and confused! The Srothar had firmly but carefully clutched his thighs, and the otter now found himself being drug forward, the feline's thick mane soon resting under his back and head as his lower body was tilted up to the cat's face! "H-hun? I...I'm not sure what you're do- oooh... That..." The mustelid found himself trailing off as his question was answered, shivering quite a bit as the cat's smooth tongue dug against both of his soles at once... "R...returning the licks... G-goodness..." The otter definitely wasn't against a bit of 'counter-pampering' like this; quite obviously, he did enjoy some paw-attentions! His thick tail slid lightly against Biscuit's chin, giving it a few more rubs as he pressed and kneaded his toes against that big, slick tongue...

The big 'ol Srothar parted his thick 'ol snout further, his shiny black tongue slathering back and forth along the sweet-tasting otter-paws. The tip of his tongue flicked between each cute little toe, playing with the thin, sensitive membranes that made up Griffy's webbing... All the otter could do is gasp and huff in response, making the feisty feline's ears wriggle in approval to all those passive sounds. Those weak, submissive squeaks...

Griffy couldn't help but push his feet further forward before long, the poor little guy finding the teasing equal parts merciless and fantastic! The Srothar-tongue seemed to accept this and give him a break, going a bit limp as his feet moved into...more warmth. The otter looked up to see he'd accidentally pressed his footpaws right on into the large cat's jaws, and quite a lot of hot drool was dripping along them... It was clear to the mustelid that he wasn't triggering any gag reflex in his friend; quite clearly, his feet didn't even come close to filling the entirety of that...WIDE mouth...

Biscuit hardly seemed to mind the situation; in fact, he rather approved. His hands scooted to hold the otter by the sides now, dragging the otter just a bit closer to his head...and sinking those wriggling feet fully into his snout, with a good potion of the ott's lower legs inside with them. He swallowed; very lightly, very casually, and just to observe...yes~ His throat-port wobbled wetly against those otter-soles, letting him know he'd pulled his friend as far as he...should go. This would do...

The mustelid went beet-red as his legs partly disappeared, and his feet patted against that...kissing port! Griffy swore he felt one of his toes get briefly tugged by that fleshy gate...but more distracting yet was the Srothar gently closing that tan muzzle around his calves! "Ohhnnnm...!" The otter couldn't help but groan as his large friend began to suckle on his feet, large amounts of saliva sloshing over them in warm waves as the Srothar's tongue swirled and curled and coiled ALL about them...! "Th-that feels incredible.." the little mammal gasped out, simply blown away at how artfully Biscuit could...POSSESS his feet like this! Yes, that was the perfect word...the slurpy-kitty had claimed his paws quite entirely...and quite...naturally.

Naturally... Natural thoughts, natural actions. The Srothar basked more and more in such naturalness as he tasted along those delicious otter-paws, his tongue starting to climb before long..circling his little friend's calves as well. Go figure; they tasted just as good...just as expected. How naturally-tasty the otter was... How about...further along...? Biscuit didn't think; he simply acted. His jaws parted quite suddenly, all that collected drool oozing in an impolite mess down the mustelid's legs and body...! He looked for a moment at his host, seeing the ott's surprise as all that natural liquid matted down that brown fur...and yet, the little guy seemed more awe-struck than annoyed.

...Not that it influenced the Srothar's next actions either way. His hands naturally slipped under the otter's back, completely lifting the smaller mammal up to be level with his face. His thumbs still gripping along the ott's sides, he naturally...simply...pushed~ An approving warmth filled his mind as the mustelid's feet slurped past that port...and entered his rippling throat. Those ottery calves followed, and...oh! What a TASTE...! Biscuit's tongue danced energetically around his little friend's plump thighs as they slipped past his lips, pleased beyond words that the otter tasted good here as well! He was all the more motivated to taste...a little more, a little further...!...it was only natural...

It was only as the big cat lifted him level, letting him see inside that gaping snout, with all that glistening black flesh...that Griffy began to feel concerned. He was feeling a lot of things, really; just like when he had peered inside those jaws the last time. But...the last time, he was purely an observer, and did not have his legs progressively sinking into the cat's throat like now... Surely Biscuit was still just teasing, playfully 'getting him back' for all the times he'd teased the cat. Cats did like to tease, didn't they?... "M-mhph!" the otter wriggled his rump as it slipped past the Srothar's teeth-line, letting out an uncomfortable huff as the fluffy feline's tongue passionately slathered across his bubbly bum. Given his nature, Griffy hardly minded this sort of contact; that big wet tongue was undoubtedly pleasureful! But Biscuit...he wouldn't think Biscuit would lick such a part of him. Yet...here the cat was...doing just that...

The Srothar's swallows began to grow more confident and less hidden as time and tasting went on. Soon even that plump otter-butt was slipping into his throat, the front of his neck sporting a substantial bulge at this point...! But that was only natural with his actions, wasn't it? It didn't matter; that fuzzy otter-belly was slipping into his maw now; it looked so cute!...and it tasted...mmm, fantastic! The mustelid's fur was very soft there, causing a delightful tickle to his thick tongue as he swayed and flopped it around the little guy's middle, and draped it down the mustelid's sides...

"W-why...y-you're eating me." ...Griffy couldn't find much else to say. He had realized it long before now, of course; it's just that he was a good-natured fellow. He always saw the best in people, and only got stern if he absolutely had to. And now... Looking straight forward as the trunk of his body was slowly devoured and tasted, peering down to see the bulge HE was making alarmingly-far-down in Biscuit's throat... ...The mustelid admitted, he had a reason to get stern. And...a lot more than just stern.

Yet, the otter was silent. Scared? Yes. Scared silent? ...No. He pet his hands along the sides of Biscuit's nose, idly rubbing his thumbs along the tops of those cute little Srothar-nostrils... The cat purred a bit louder, not at all ceasing these slurps and swallows but obviously appreciative of the rubs. "H-hun..." He paused, huffing a few hot breaths. Biscuit was really warm inside...and the heat - the softness, too - was embracing more and more of him. The otter felt those feline teeth start to nip sensually at his chest now, so he...was almost out of time.

Griffy looked the Srothar in those big, burnt-orange eyes. They had been hazy before, but now...they looked bright, lively. The large feline looked right back at him, too; he had the cat's full attention, and...Biscuit even seemed to pause in those swallows for a moment. Even one more gulp, the mustelid knew, would pull his upper body fully into that thick tan snout...and pull his head away from this gaze. This was his only chance now, to put...a stop to all this. "Biscuit...you need. You need to..."

...The cat's throat, though paused, still pulsed snugly around the otter's legs and rear as he stammered. ...Then, that scaly Srothar gut let out a low rumble of desire, vibrating the whole of that digestive tract even better than the cat's pacifying purrs could. ...And, Biscuit pivoted his ears curiously, the feline's energetic yet 'different' eyes still awaiting the otter's words.

The...prey's words.

He was prey. For a Srothar. The smaller mammal finally admitted the term to himself, breathing a bit more quickly as he tried to collect his thoughts and words. "I-I could stop you...maybe... But... Oh, hon..." Griffy felt a little something well up in his eyes...his webbed hand wiping it away. He probably could stop this...he probably should stop this... But...he couldn't say the words. It just...didn't feel right. His dear, dear friend...that sweet, portly kitty... He wanted Biscuit to be happy...to be himself...to change, for the better. The otter could hardly know what was going on in the Srothar's mind right now...but the cat was undeniably happy. Happy with the otter's flavor, happy with the otter's texture, happy with...how the otter would fill that rumbly belly up.

The little mustelid...couldn't take that happiness away from his friend. Despite...despite so many reasons... Yet... Griffy shook his head a bit. He couldn't even focus on those reasons. They were too negative for him; he was an otter after all, an optimistic species. He only wanted to think on the good. All the good for Biscuit...and...how good it felt to him too. That wonderful black tongue, that snuggly throat...and he couldn't wait to meet that adorable scaled gut, all ready to cuddle up with the otter inside it.

Biscuit watched patiently as the otter mulled and mulled, his tongue slowly lapping along the otter's front like a friendly dog and his throat wobbling as the otter's toes curled against his gullet-flesh. His ears perked up as the mustelid visibly and harshly tensed for a moment, before his tasty friend let out...a deep, long sigh. The cat felt the otter entirely relax...

"Go ahead, sweetheart. I'm...ready." Griffy looked gently into the Srothar's eyes once more...a peaceful, genuine smile planted on the otter's big-nosed snout. "Feed your tummy... Like a happy Srothar does~" The mustelid giggled, eep'ing almost immediately afterward as the obese kitty-cat INSTANTLY responded with that fated gulp! The otter let go of that voracious snout, tucking his shivering arms into that mouth and rubbing along the smooth inner-cheeks for a moment, before... Suckle-clench~ He allowed his hands to get smooched up by that throat-entrance, threading them down into the gullet with a smooth, slimy glide. Griffy could've let his arms dangle over his head too, he was sure, but... he wanted to feed this one part of himself that he could to the feline. Not only to save his predator a few swallows...but also just, for himself. He was willing...and showing it, felt strangely rewarding. There were other ways he could show it too, wasn't there?...

The overgrown cat lowered his hands as his second dinner's head slipped over his lips, relocating them to his belly...his fat, tubby, wobbly, loosened-up belly. He rwrrrrurrr'd as he felt the otter finally start to enter his gut, squishing back a few layers of flab to find and rub at the bulges the ott's legs were beginning to make...and being quite happy to see the prey press and wriggle his feet right back against his palm~! Biscuit yawwwwned his jaws as far as he could as the mustelid's head began to get slurped up by his throat, granting his meal one last viewing of the world outside before curling his tongue back against the otter's big black nose... "Glllp~" It wasn't even that large or loud a swallow - it didn't have to be with the good, slick push that maw-muscle made - but he still took his time, allowing the otter's tongue to lick back against his own before finally...sealing the deal~ The brown-furred delicacy let out one last unmuffled squeak before his face was surrounded by shiny black throat-flesh, the Srothar closing his jaws tight with a more-than-satisfied grin.

To say that Griffy was 'disoriented' in the rippling throat-tunnel would be putting it too lightly. Oh, that was another thing lacking; light! He was in near-complete darkness as the throat pulled and kneaded and squished and pushed at his body, the humid heat spinning his head. Yet...the lack of focus felt rather-right, for his role. He squirmed and pushed, slathering his tongue submissively along the drool-sopping muscles surrounding him as he helped to wriggle his body through another pulsing port... His legs had already gotten through...and it was a bit roomier, past there, but...mushy.

As his body slowly collected into this chamber, his mind fully collected where it was: the Srothar's stomach...of course~ The otter's feet splashed about in a pool of mush, slime and liquid, his body soon plopping into the messy mix as well... Ooh, that mush...that was Biscuit's first dinner, all that seafood...though all mixed-together and partly broken down at this point. The mustelid's nose confirmed this as his head at last slurped through the belly-port, smelling the fishy scents quite easily now...and wrinkling his snout at the other scent here. Digestive...acids.

It took him a second to get used to the sharp smell, the otter re-positioning in the snug yet stretchable belly-quarters to settle into that acidic pool in the most...comfortable way, he supposed he'd phrase it. Ultimately, Griffy decided to simply lie on his back with his head propped up against a fleshy wall, observing the acid soaked up to just below his belly-level like this. It all...tingled a bit, but not at much as he would've figured. His feet casually stirred the pool, messily pushing around the seafood-slop. Ahh...he got it now. These acids weren't fresh; they'd been working on all that fish, crab and clam for quite some time, and had been a bit neutralized in the process. ...Well. The otter wriggled his nose, his little ears listening to the belly wobble and grumble ominously...yet, dotingly...around him. There'd be more, fresher acid at some point, wouldn't there?... Something more powerful to deal with him... ...The thought, wrong as it was to enjoy, made him giggle~ Yes, otters are very durable creatures! Biscuit would really have to pull out all the stops to...

digest...

him...~ ...The mustelid's thick tail waggled about, splish-splashing the juicy pool lightheartedly about. "Gurgle-urgle to you too, cutie-gut." Griffy snickered, 'talking back' to the rumbling stomach and petting the walls with his webbed feet. "Thinkin' about making me all mushy too, huh? I almost feel bad I didn't fatten myself up more first...though my big butt would give you plenty to work on~" He smiled wider, leaning his head back to give a kiss to the pulsing chamber. Was he, flirting with the belly? Well...why not! "I wonder how much bigger I'd make him... That sweetheart's always gonna look cuter with more fat!"

Biscuit gently stretched out his body as his belly distended fully with the ottery snack, the fluffy feline chuckling to himself as he felt his meal rub and grope about in there, and faintly heard that chipper otter voice talking...about something. He couldn't make it out, but the vocal vibrations were all the more pleasant, encouraging the cat to "Mrowwwwl~" a lazy response~ He felt his belly glorp curiously and casually around this new, active meal, the Srothar instinctively knowing it would be a bit of time before a new wave of digestion would hit him...

Hmm~ The cat slowly lazed onto one side, moving smoothly so as to not displace his settled-down meal...simply sliiiiding the otter, fishy-mush and juices to a new 'floor'. He was a predator...but he wasn't impolite. Satisfied, Biscuit let out another yawn - this time a sleepy one rather than a teasey one. It would be a while to digest...and it was late...so... The feline batted a pillow under his head and flopped it down, his stocking-covered toes giving a slow stretch and curl. A nice, full, happy nap would do just fine...

"Ooh~ Maybe, all my butt will add to his butt...I wouldn't mind that one bit..." The otter was still idly musing away in there, giggling at the shift of weight as he realized the kitty-cat was settling down. "Somebody's...a lil' tuckered out, huh?" Griffy's voice softened even more, the mustelid panting a little harder as his head felt...a bit dizzier. The air was getting rather thin in here, wasn't it?... Hmm...maybe he shouldn't chatter too much, then...

"...Good night, Mr. Gut. And...good night, Biscuit...you sweet, sweet dear..." Griffy petted those walls a bit more, then settled down himself, a soft smile still on his face... "Don't ever regret this, hon..."