In his room under the morning sun, a wingless blue and white dragon filled his suitcase at a leisurely pace. All was said and done for this particular outing, and today had the unique, wistful sort of relaxation about it - pack up, check out, say goodbyes, all the better for having been there. Now all that was left in the room were memories, and he had those safely packed already.

His door gave a small creak as it opened without a knock, cheekily, to let a colourful ferret poke his head in; blues and purples and reds in rainbow fur, bright green eyes behind subtle glasses. "Last day, eh. That went quick. Good weekend?"

The dragon peeked his head over and nodded, ear-fins twitching as his tail bounced about behind him. "Good weekend, though you were here for it too."

"I'm not good with last days. Don't mind me," spoke the weasely one, softly. "But. I did get you something. I think you'll like it..."

In he wandered then, ears perked high, both hands behind his back with a pre-emptive smile on his face. Then he brought them forward - to reveal a small plushie otter, brown and creamy white with big soft paws and a silly grin and little thin fibrous whiskers that wavered in the air.

"Eee, that's for me?" he asked, making the steps quickly between him and his ferret friend, stooping to take an eye-level look at the little toy, taking it in his big blue paws and smiling broadly. "I'm sure we'll find some space for you..."

"I'm getting better at these gifts," said the ferret, swaying side to side in pleasure, tail swishing too.
"Ah, but then where's the socks?" replied the teasing dragon. "And the gloves..."
"Oooh! Yes, I did get some," was his response, the mustelid's hands gesturing his point. "I knew I forgot something. Sit tight and I'll be right back."

At that, he slinked his way back out the door from where he came.

The plush toy was placed carefully on top of the contents of the open case, and the dragon did indeed sit down on the bed and give it a good looking over, and more than the occasional cuddle. Silly cutie otter, with its big tail and paws and happy smile and swirly colourful eyes and soft snuggly hide. Such a nice gift!

Swirly eyes that swirled more and more the more snuggles the dragon gave it, and he watched and giggled and squeezed and watched. It made him feel a bit silly and warm inside, but that was fine - enjoying the comfortable otterysmile that peeked back at him as he looked at it, making him think strange and wonderful thoughts.

Soon his own eyes were swirling, his snout pressed against the toy's nose as he looked deeply, blinking only when he had to. Deviously hypnotic, a state only encouraged by the waves of powerful calming warmth that trembled up and down the dragon's body. The toy slipped from his grasp as he fell sideways onto the bed, unable to move and unable to care - feeling every bit like he was some sort of toy, helpless and giddy and intimately warm all over.

A sudden squeak was followed by a lovely slickness over his paws, warm and supple and squishy, trickling around his fingers and palms and up towards his wrists. The sensation was overwhelming, rolling over his arms and through his mind and in the smile plastered over his dazed dragony face. Light brown, squeaky and shiny, a layer of soft rubbery goodness was nibbling him up - from the paws to the arms, and then up to the shoulders.

Helpless and warm and squeaky - the needy dragon found he wanted it all, each new change adding to his joy, wriggling faintly and uncontrollably with the spreading pleasure. Shiny paw-gloves became a shiny upper bodysuit, with the slick squirmyness covering over his blue and white. Little webbing between the paws gave away his changing into what he already knew he'd love being - an adorable shiny rubbery toy otter.

Invisible paws rubbed the silky change on, over his neck and down his belly, wrapping the pudgy blue hide in equally pudgy brown squeakiness. Feet waggled and lifted up as the toes were quickly covered too - puffy, squeaky lutrine feet, all shiny and bright in the sunlight. The sense of paws turned firm, gripping as the warm rubber slid into his mouth and his rear, making him squeak deeply. Waves of euphoria swam in his swirly hypnotised eyes, a blissfully glazed look on his face.

It covered over his mouth too, before squeaking its way over his face and head, leaving a smooth slippery coating, changing and reshaping to better suit the ottery shape. His fins were pinned back, horns shrinking and tugging to either side and shrinking just a bit into puffy pointed ears. His eyes turned glassy, though stayed all cutely mesmerised. So close to being totally wrapped up, he knew, feeling it go down his tail, lapping it away in soft squeaky warmth. All the better to be a cute and lovable otter toy!

And suddenly everything was drowned in pleasure once more as the ferret pounced him. Squeaky soft hugs renewed delicious sensations, his squeezes making the otter feel nice and soft - like perhaps he was full of lighter, squishier plushie stuffing as well. Passage of time was lost in those playful moments, until the ferret sat up and draped his new pliable otter-toy across his lap.

"See, I thought you'd like it," he said, grinning almost ear to ear. The colourful ferret pulled a long, soft, stripy finger-glove onto each arm in turn - each with blues and greens and whites. They matched the stocking-like toe socks he had, which went on the otter's feet and all the way up to the tops of his legs.

"Eee, you're so warm.. you must have really enjoyed that. I hope so," he giggled, nuzzling the toy nose and placing the smaller otter plush into the case that was once a dragon's, zipping it up. The sock-otter squeaked in response, wigging softly and ever so cheerfully as the weasely one cuddled him close.

"I've got a few more gifts to give out, but you're welcome to help..."