Bryce loved his life. Everything was perfect. A roof over his head, never a need for food. And above all the coon had a crush on the one individual that could make this all possible. It was humiliating for Bryce to not have a job, or any goals he was working on. Some would even call him a pet. He pushed all those comments away, he was happy where he was.

Instead the coon was just going to sit back, relax, and enjoy the movie the two of them were watching. The fuzzy warm fur under him bounced up and down as a funny part came on. It was like a heated seat, only more personal for Bryce. The raccoon chewed on his piece of popcorn as he watched the movie from the massive otter’s belly. The view wasn’t that bad, he got to see the otter’s shorts. Sometimes the paws got in the way.

He couldn't complain too hard, being this close to Swiv was all that he needed. Yet there was something in him; always longing to be something more. It was tough having a crush that could actually crush you. It was a forbidden love. It was rare for one of his kind to be this far into the nonintegrated cities. The ones that did were usually pests or scalpers who scavenged for a living. This was honestly a pretty unique relationship; at least to the little coon it was.

A popcorn was placed in front of the coon. Clearly the massive otter cared for him. Still the nagging feeling inside the back of the Bryce’s mind kept coming back. What would his friends and family say if they knew he fantasized about his situation? What would they say if they saw what he got up to with the otter? It was pretty demeaning for a Maleinos. But sometimes you should look past your name.

“Hey… Bryce, could you do that thing that I like?”

“T-that thing you like?” without waiting for a reply he looked down towards the otter’s paws as the toes splayed open, stretching the translucent webbing between.

“Work was, kinda rough, it would be an amazing start to a weekend.”

Ever since the otter accidentally stepped on him it's been a monthly ritual. At first it was once every couple months but it’s been increasing lately. And it was a bit humiliating for the poor little coon. But Bryce was going to pay rent some way or another, it was the least he could do. Not only that, but seeing the look on the otter’s face when he was happy meant the world to the little coon. Maybe Swiv would finally see how much he meant to the little coon.

“Yeah, but you owe me!” Bryce stood up and started his walk over the otter without waiting for a reply back.

“Same deal as last time? Whatever you want.” The little otter scratched his leg with a massive hand that shot past the coon. 

That was their deal, he would get whatever he wanted. Last time he crumpled under the pressure and ended up just getting some gigantic chocolate bars. Which was a great consolation prize, but it wasn’t what he secretly wanted. The goal was to finally get that smooch from the otter. Was it weird for him to want this? It was crazy to assume that one’s of vastly different heights could ever form such a bond. People generally tend to stay in their own cities ignorant to the other two different worlds. Does Swiv even feel the same way? The coon pushed that thought away. 

The tiny coon climbed down between Swiv’s legs. A quick glance revealed that the otter’s baggy shorts didn’t reveal too much of the massive package it held. It did though, block out the otter’s face, so he knew that Swiv hadn’t saw that he was getting checked out. It was still a very humbling experience to walk past the entire length of the otter’s legs. The boy was long, that one was sure. Luckily he had gotten a ton of exercise in this new place or he may have been a bit out of breath by the time he finished climbing up and down everything all day. 

When Bryce made it to the feet he could see the giddy otter practically bounce in his seat. How one so large could be so sensitive in the lowest of their extremities was beyond him. But the coon saw an almost electric response right when he gave the soles a hug. A big sigh from the otter told Bryce that he was ready to enjoy it. He didn’t care too much for the smell, but he could get used being closer to the otter, and the heat was just fine. It was barely even taller than himself, just a couple feet. Bryce assumed it could be worse with bigger paws. 

He rubbed himself into the pawpad, his fur brushing up against the rough textured pad that was surprisingly malleable enough for the coon to press into. They weren’t big indents, but it was nice to know that at least on some part of the otter he could be felt. With his hug a loud moan could be heard from the otter; a look over and the otter’s face shown pure bliss. Either he was punking him, or the otter was seriously enjoying this. 

Bryce contemplated just how he was going to pop the question to the otter. Like, did he even feel the same way? Did he even swing that way? He was surprised by just how little he knew, and he’s been living there for practically a year! Bryce guessed that when you were as small as he was it was not worth the trip up and down the stairs to spy on your crush. How would he even react to him randomly appearing on his bed? So many questions about if Bryce felt the same way crossed into his mind, there were hints of phases that he had used. But the coon couldn’t be too sure. The coon was lost in wonder as he rubbed himself against the paw. 

Bryce was blushing pretty heavily, and was so glad that Swiv couldn’t see. A quick glance revealed that the otter was in the same position on the massive recliner, his eyes still closed and towards the ceiling. The thought of just what he could ask for started to creep into his mind. He wanted to get his kiss, but maybe he could get more? He wasn’t about to push his luck, it was logical to ask for a kiss first then judge his next move based on his actions. 

The thought of the otters puffy cheeks pressing into him. The whickers tickling his body. The heat and warmth from the otter enveloping him. All of these were something he was trying to accomplish as his mind went deeper and deeper into a sense of pleasure. The little coon’s mind wandered into scenarios that tantalized his lust for the otter. His mind went unintentionally into a deep fantasy that he has always had. 

He could smell and feel him. The soft fur, the curves of his body, the heat of his body next to himself. He started to make out with the otter, their bodies intertwined, legs and tails tangled around each other as their bodies took control and let nature take its course. He could practically feel every curve of the otter’s lithe body and couldn’t help himself but to steal a passionate kiss. But a weird taste crept into the coon’s maw. 

Was it salt from the otter’s maw? No, something else. His mind flew to the next conclusion that he could imagine. He could practically smell the otter’s musk as he went down onto the otter’s penis. The coon licked and sucked until he opened his eyes again and snapped back to reality. Had everything he had just done been a day dream of sorts? A loud moan from Swiv made the coon look towards the otter. He was panting, he was enjoying himself way too much. 

“Oh my god, p-please do the other one now.” The foot he had been rubbing left as the otter spread his legs.

Without another word he walked to the other paw. He was pretty excited, also was pretty glad that Swiv was too exasperated from his pleasure to not look at the little coon at his feet. He was rather aroused, but also disgusted in himself. Had he just been humping and licking a foot? No, he was being manipulated by the otter’s moans. Nothing more nothing less, Bryce chalked it up to his personal feeling towards the otter himself, not towards his paws. 

The next paw didn’t get as animated as the past massage. Mostly just rubbed his nude form against the soles. He made sure to unfrazzle the tufts of fur that overtook the paw pads. It was custom for paws that had both pads and fur to get the fur messed up. It usually settled where the pad met the fur. Luckily the otter actually took care of himself. Moans still could be heard, but Bryce wasn’t about to lose himself again in a disrespectful sense again. After a while the paw left without warning from the otter. 

“Okay!  Oh my god. I’m not sure what you did. But my gods, you did an amazing job.” 

“Does that mean you’ll give me whatever I want now?” the coon stood tall, now was his chance to make his move. 

“Oh uh…. Yeah” 

“Well, you said anything right?” even though he stood as tall as he could get, it still felt that the mountain of otter overshadowed him in overwhelming power against his own free will. “Well… I want, a kiss.” 

“I’m sorry? I didn’t catch that.” He stammered at first, but then sat up getting closer. 

He coughed to clear his throat. “Will you give me a kiss?” 

“A kiss? That’s kind of…” 

“I’ve earned it!” Bryce cut him off. “This has been humiliating. But I did it for you. I… I don’t know how to explain it. But, that face you make. It makes me happy. How you were willing to open your house to someone in trouble. How you didn’t think it was weird to have someone like me as a roommate. I love you. Or at least the you that I know.” 

The otter’s eyes were wide with an expression of pure shock. Bryce instantly regretted what he had said. He didn’t mean to lay it all out. He meant to take his time and test the waters on his reaction. Oh god, what if the otter rejected what he had said? What would the little coon do? Would he just have to move away? Oh god these few moments of nothingness were killing him. 

“Mr. Coon. I would much feel obliged to give you a kiss. I think.” He opened his hand and lay it so the coon could climb up. 

Bryce climbed into the otter’s hand. He was literally held by Swiv’s palm, his fate was his whim. He knew that if the otter wanted to, he could end his life. The otter was bigger, more powerful, and could do whatever he wanted to do. But at the same time, Bryce was okay to let it happen. Maybe it was crazy to think this way, but he couldn’t picture a life without the otter. 

“Why don’t you wear clothes? Don’t you think it’s a bit weird to be nude all the time? I’m not nude all the time.” Swiv joked a bit to try and cut the tension. 

“Are you jealous of my dick? It may be bigger than yours, I wouldn’t know.” The coon joked as he wiggled his rear on the otter’s hand. 

“Oh my god, not what I was getting at, but okay. Sure. Just the day I brought you home you had some clothes on. I have an inkling as to why you would… but… what’s changed from then to now.” 

“This past year, it’s been revealing. I’ve had complete freedom to do whatever I wanted. Part of that I guess was just… Being nude, or free to dress however I wanted. At first it was weird but you never said anything about it. And it’s only now being brought up. Why is that?” 

Without another word the otter raised the hand towards his face. His lips puckered up soon the coon was smooched, but it wasn’t just that, he was smooched again and again. Swiv’s hands moved the coon so that he got everywhere. It was invasive, it was more than what he could have asked for. Bryce was dumbfounded and was soon panting for breath between the assaults of the puffy faced otter’s kissing onslaught. 

“I find you attractive, for a tiny.” A long pause while the otter carried them upstairs. “I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time.” The blush from the otter said all that Bryce needed to hear as he started a new chapter in his life.