Bath Time Battle

The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the quiet town as Mani and Mocha finally wound down after a long day. The café was locked up, the counters wiped, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee had been replaced by the cozy scent of their home. Mani was settling into his usual spot on the couch, ready to relax before bed, when Mocha suddenly appeared in the doorway, her hands on her wide hips and a mischievous glint in her red eyes.

"Honey," she said, her tone playful but firm, "you're coming with me. Bath time."

Mani blinked, glancing up at her. "A bath? Now?"

"Now," she said with a grin, striding over to him and grabbing his hand. Her strength left no room for argument as she tugged him to his feet. "You've been working hard, and I want you to keep me company. No excuses."

"Mocha, I—"

"Nope," she interrupted, her floppy ears twitching with amusement. "You don't get a choice, honey. Come on."

Before Mani knew it, they were in the bathroom, the large tub already filling with warm, steaming water. Mocha leaned against the sink, her towering frame filling the room as she tilted her head at him.

"Well?" she said, gesturing to herself. "Aren't you going to help me get ready?"

Mani's cheeks turned bright red. "Y-you want me to—"

"To undress me," she finished, her smirk widening. "Who else is going to do it, honey?"

Mani hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the hem of her shirt. As he lifted it over her head, her massive breasts spilled free, their sheer size leaving him speechless. His face burned as he tried to avert his gaze, but Mocha chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"You've seen me before, honey," she teased, bending down slightly to meet his flustered gaze. "No need to be shy."

She turned, giving him access to unbutton her tight black pants. As they slid down her thick thighs, revealing her curvaceous hips and plump butt, Mani's breath hitched. Mocha stood before him, completely naked, her body a testament to her natural beauty and strength.

"There," she said, placing her hands on her hips. "Your turn."

"Wait, what?" Mani stammered, taking a step back.

"You didn't think you were getting in fully dressed, did you?" Mocha said, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, honey. Don't be difficult."

Reluctantly, Mani began to strip, his face burning as Mocha's red eyes lingered on him. By the time he was down to nothing, he could barely meet her gaze.

"Adorable," Mocha murmured, ruffling his hair before stepping into the tub. The water swirled around her as she settled in, her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. She patted the space in front of her. "Come on, honey. Don't keep me waiting."

Mani climbed in, the warm water soothing his nerves as he sat with his back to her. For a moment, the two simply relaxed, the gentle sound of the water lapping against the tub filling the silence.

But Mocha, as always, wasn't content to let things stay calm for long.

"Alright, your turn," she said suddenly, grabbing the soap and lathering it in her hands.

"My turn for what?" Mani asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"To get washed," Mocha said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I can wash myself," Mani protested, reaching for the soap.

Mocha pulled it out of his reach, her red eyes sparkling with amusement. "Not tonight, honey. Let me take care of you."

Before he could argue further, she lathered up her massive breasts, the soap glistening against her light brown fur. Mani's eyes widened as she leaned forward, pressing her soapy chest against his face.

"Mocha!" he exclaimed, his voice muffled.

"Shh, honey," she said, laughing softly. "Relax. You're in good hands."

She moved her chest in slow, deliberate motions, the soft warmth of her skin and fur combined with the slickness of the soap making Mani squirm. His face burned, but Mocha only chuckled, clearly enjoying his flustered reaction.

"There we go," she murmured, her voice low and soothing. "Nice and clean."

Just when Mani thought it couldn't get any more embarrassing, Mocha shifted behind him and picked him up effortlessly, her strength making it look easy. She adjusted him so that his back pressed against her chest, her soapy breasts sliding up and down his spine.

"Mocha, I—this is—" Mani stammered, his words trailing off as she began to hum softly, her hands steadying him.

"See?" she said, her tone light and teasing. "You're already relaxing."

Mani let out a sigh, deciding it was easier to let her have her way. Mocha's touch was gentle despite her size, and the warmth of her body combined with the soothing scent of the soap made it impossible to stay tense.

By the time they finished, Mani felt like a ragdoll, completely overwhelmed but undeniably relaxed. Mocha grinned as she wrapped a towel around him, her red eyes soft with affection.

Once she finished washing him, Mocha grinned and handed him the soap. "Your turn, honey."

Mani blinked, confused. "My turn?"

"To wash me," Mocha said, her smirk widening. "And no rag, either. I want to feel your hands on me."

"Mocha, I—"

"No excuses," she interrupted, shifting in the water to give him better access. "Get to work."

Mani hesitated, his cheeks burning, but Mocha's expectant gaze left him no choice. With shaky hands, he started with her shoulders, his fingers gently massaging the soap into her fur.

"Don't be shy," she teased, leaning forward slightly. "There's a lot of me to clean, you know."

As he moved lower, his hands brushed against her massive breasts. He froze, unsure of how to proceed.

"Go on, honey," Mocha said, her tone both encouraging and playful. "You're doing great."

With a deep breath, Mani began to rub the soap into her breasts. They were so large that his hands could barely even cover her nipples, and the sheer softness of her skin made his fingers sink in with every touch. Mocha let out a soft moan, her red eyes half-lidded as she watched him.

"That's it," she murmured, her voice sultry. "Don't stop now."

His embarrassment only grew as she leaned into his touch, her moans growing louder with each movement. Her enjoyment was clearly intentional, meant to fluster him even more.

Once he finished with her chest, she turned around, presenting her plump, round butt. "Now the rest," she said, glancing over her shoulder with a grin.

Mani's hands trembled as he began to rub soap into her thick thighs and curvaceous hips. Her butt was so plump and soft that his hands sank into it with every touch, the thickness almost overwhelming. Mocha's tail swished lazily as she let out another pleased moan.

"Feels good, honey," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You've got such a gentle touch."

Mani's face was practically glowing red by the time he finished, but Mocha looked utterly pleased. She leaned down, cupping his face in her hands and planting a kiss on his forehead.

"Thank you, honey," she said, her tone soft and affectionate. "You're the best."

Mani managed a small smile, though he was still clearly flustered. "Y-you're welcome."

As they stepped out of the tub and dried off, Mocha couldn't resist one last teasing comment. "We should do this more often," she said with a wink. "I think we make a great team."