"Whoa!" Gumball yowled in surprise when he got swept from behind by her mother, Nicole, who wore a charcoal grey outfit while he wore the same thing but lighter in color, after launching a swift jump towards her and missing by a centimeter from her ducking as fast as he was falling to the ground. He thought fast, planting both paws in front of him on the floor before his face met it and flipped forward back onto his feet at the ready.

Nicole gave him a brief nod before spinning around and rushing him. He does the same, devising between going for a sweep or trying a feint the closer they both closed in on each other, their paws thumping on the smooth wooden floor of the dojo they sparred in at the gym her former long-time enemy, Yuki, owned. They had been at it for over two hours, what with the two warming up and reviewing previous lessons before their sparring session.

When they got within striking distance, Gumball hissed, throwing a foot out that Nicole was more than ready to block and counter. But he simply the momentum of his supposed attack to jet to the side to her surprise and throw a mean roundhouse kick with his other leg, aiming for her side. Triumph flashed briefly in the young cat's eyes before it faded completely when the older feline seemingly disappeared moments before the impact and felt a paw on his hind one. He saw a blur of the ground and the wall as he was spun into the air a couple of times before the blur finally slowed and he saw the blinding lights of the dojo after his back met the hard floor and a deep sigh left him.

And what came with it was Nicole planting a knee on his chest and a paw on his forehead, keeping him down. Not that he could fight out of it considering she weighed more than him for her shape and the surprise counter had knocked the wind out of him, but he had to give it to her, it was pretty cool on short notice. Her fierce look melted after a few tense seconds of silence between them before rubbing and scratching his head and ears, giggling.

"Gotch again, Gummypuss," She said, listening to the defeated teen smile tiredly and purr. "I was sure you knew better than to try that."

"Oh, I know. Figured I'd have learned at this point," He shrugged before she off and helped him up.

"After losing ten times in a row?" She hinted with a raised eyebrow, dusting his outfit off. "You learned quickly up to this point. Surprisingly."

He hummed, tugging at his mask from the inside growing wet off the hot temperature along with his choice of clothing that was baking him alive under his fur. "Yeah, my desire to be a ninja inspires me. Really, it does, but having to spar wearing these in warm weather is a bit unnecessary if you ask me." He finished with a small whine. "Like, I feel like an iguana in the sauna that hasn't shed its own coat, like, once in its life."

Nicole laughed, taking her gym equipment and leaving with him following closely behind. "Well, you were the one who suggested it in the first place, you know." 

"True. True. Is the inside of the car cool at least?" He answered, rolling his eyes as he got in after her, pulling his mask off.
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"Ugh, what a day," Nicole meowed exhaustedly as she entered her home later on while Gumball went upstairs to get out of his outfit. Apparently, their spar session had taken a lot more out of her than she thought. Her son learned a lot and it showed as such despite making a few mistakes here and there but he managed to keep up until the very end. It's a miracle she even made it home with what little energy she had left and she was ready to drop into a deep catnap, not caring that she had her gear on.

But she wouldn't do that unless she was on the couch first. Where Richard was now as he would be most of the time, slouched across half of the couch like a big, fat sloth with pink fur- luckily, fully clothed having lost about half of the weight he's had for a while now. He did at least acknowledge her existence for more than a split second. 

"Hey, honey," He said casually, looking her up and down, digging the ninja wear, albeit not showing it. "How was training with Gumball?"

The feline let out a loud exhale plopping down on the ample space of the couch and removing her mask. "It went smoothly, believe it or not."

"Mmkay," She had his attention now. Ok...?

"He kept up with most of everything he's been taught and did rather well. I suppose he did want to become a ninja after all. I wonder what kept him motivated." That much she's been thinking ever since.

The rabbit chuckled, "The huge collection of comics books, movies, and video games involving them perhaps?" 

"Obviously, but I'm proud of him regardless." She retorted before sighing again, hissing softly at the soreness traveling from her legs down to her feet that suffered the most, and gazed at Richard, who had his attention drawn to the television once again, her tail flickering and a faint blush fading onto her cheeks. She always enjoyed a good massage, especially from her husband but never got it often because her noises would get a little too lewd and it gets him riled up almost every time.

She's supposed to be the feisty one yet this couch bunny's into it the second he gets his paws on her. There were a few select incidents when it happened, and none of them involved her paws. Not yet anyway at least. He didn't seem the kind of person to be into it besides the people who outright fawn over her on the internet. Anais made the mistake of informing her about it while teaching her how to use it one time and she could barely look at herself in the mirror for weeks.

She was too tired to sleep past it anyway and just hoped, for once, that this request she was going to make doesn't evolve into anything unnecessary.

"Uh, Richard?" She asked, her tail swaying nervously behind her. 

"Yeah?" He turned his head in her direction. "What's up?"

Her blush deepened. No turning back now. "I've, uh, had a long day at the gym and I'm wondering if you would uh..." She bit her lip, placing her feet up on the coffee table, piquing his interest in what she asked of him with an eyebrow raised. "Give me a foot massage? They're pretty sore." She finished rather quickly, expecting the worse to happen when he nodded with a soft, goofy smile, and reached forth to grab both her footpaws and move them onto his leg, prompting her to squeak...

Before she gasped, then started to purr loudly immediately after.

"Ah- Richard...!" His paws were swiftly, but gently kneading and massaging her feet with remarkable area in any place that took some effort and rewarded the most pleasure in return, starting with placing both palms on either side of them and pushing the left sides back while pulling the right sides forth, working from the ankle to the toes. It even worked better considering his large paws and the way he pressed both thumbs into the balls of each foot and into the center of her pawpads.

"Ooh..." It wasn't even about the fact of the bunny somehow getting talented about this sort of thing, it was about the pleasure that came out of it that not only caught her off guard but completely had her relaxed.

"Like that, honey?" Richard giggled at her reaction when she sunk into the couch, trilling with her tail wagging from where it hung off the couch from under her as he started going in between her toes, working the area in between and cracking the knuckles within each toe with softly pressing them down one by one. It was a bit of a challenge to do with Nicole wiggling them occasionally from the sweet sensation as she was doing now, but he gets her to stop by giving her soles a nice little rub, making sure not to create a tickly sensation.

How he does this is by holding one paw still and using a full fist or a knuckle to just barely rub circles around them and press into the center, internally remarking the sheer softness of kitty paws as he moved to do the same with the other paw, listening to the drawn-out meows his wife made and enjoying it with passion.

"Oh, Rich..." Nicole sighed, feigning a faint. She's never felt this nice before, especially from her paws getting so handsomely stimulated like this. She gasped again, feeling him take turns squeezing each underside of her heel with his thumb, and just barely biting down a moan. Him rubbing around them in small circles was a bonus and her tail tapped louder against the front of the couch she, metaphorically, melted into in the duration of the massage.

She wasn't even sure of how long the neverending bliss lasted, because she had fallen asleep a few minutes later when he put in the finishing strokes. 

"That's it, just go ahead and rest for me," Richard whispered upon finishing, getting up to go and pet the softly purring cat in between the ears, bearing a soft smile. "You earned it." 

She answered back in a soft trill. She definitely did.