An Innocent Question
Ever had a question so pressing you just can't wait to ask it? Apparently, that's every single waking moment for Joseph, much to his massage therapist's chagrin.
This story was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission reward for April. It contains massage related silliness and transformation/goo play involving consenting adults. :3
An Innocent Question
It had seemed like such an innocent question at the time, one that Dave asked all first time clients as a matter of course.
"So, before we get started, do you have any questions?"
That had been twenty minutes ago.
Since then the otter had barely stopped talking, pausing just long enough to give Dave an opportunity to answer one question before launching into the next one and various associated anecdotes which accompanied it. They had already covered more technical matters like how the spa's unique massage oil worked and how long it could be expected to last, as well as a few more questions that had come from somewhere out of left field such as what would happen if you accidentally ate some of the massage oil, and what might be likely to occur if you applied it to someone's penis while they were under the influence of viagra or another drug that served to make parts of the body harder, rather than softer. Now however they had moved on to other matters. The massage had not yet begun even though only forty of the sixty minute session remained, but now it was matters of etiquette... though none of that etiquette regarding conversational manners unfortunately, which seemed to most prominently occupy Joseph's mind.
He sat on the edge of the massage table, legs dangling down and swinging back and forth with only a towel draped across his midsection, and gestured down at it as he addressed the rather stunned, slightly weary looking stallion.
"Okay so I'm allowed to undress to my level of comfort, but what does that mean exactly? I'm comfortable being naked so does that mean I should just get naked, or is there an implied code that says while nudity might be a person's comfort level they should actually be courteous and wear something anyway? It's like the time I went to a different spa and they had a steam room. It said clothing optional so I went in there absolutely naked, every other guy was wearing a towel or some loose shorts. They looked at me like I was so weird even though the sign said clothing optional! I didn't let them intimidate me though, I stayed naked the whole time. Then there was the time I went to the nudist beach with a friend of mine. Well actually she was an escort I hired to take my virginity, but then she became my girlfriend. It's not as weird as it sounds, I just had sex with her so well that she kinda got a bit obsessed with me, then we fell in love. She suggested I should get this appointment actually. She wanted to come herself but she's pregnant and didn't know if the oil would do anything to her belly. Oh my god speaking of which do you guys do infant massage? I hear it's a super trendy thing these days but I wouldn't know because I've never had kids before. I think I'll be a good dad though I'm really patient and I absolutely love kids. My girlfriend, well I guess fiance now actually, she doesn't speak to her family but she gets on super well with all mine. I have four brothers and seven sisters. My youngest sister is only six, I babysit her for my parents when they want to have a night out together. So like I said, I know I'm really good with kids. I'll be a cool dad, I'm sure of it. I'll look after them and I'll answer all their questions. Even when they're grown up if they want a massage I can recommend that they come here assuming that you guys haven't been replaced by robots. I can even tell them all the etiquette beforehand so they don't have to ask their massage therapist lots of questions. Which reminds me, does my level of comfort actually mean what I prefer, or is there some implied code that I should have read up on before I came today?"
He fell silent.
Oh god, Dave nearly wept at that sweet sound. Silence.
He nodded towards the towel covering Joseph's crotch, took a deep and steadying breath as he prepared for what was no doubt still to come, and spoke up himself.
"It honestly is up to you. No code, no expectation. You can be covered if you want to be covered, and naked if you want to..."
Even before he'd finished speaking, the otter's towel fell aside, and with a warm giggle Joseph stretched himself out flat upon his back on the massage table, hands folded behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles. Dave opened his muzzle to tell the otter that this wasn't the correct position for a massage at all, and that while being naked was fine lying like you were showing off your sheath and balls to the massage therapist wasn't exactly the most professional way to act as a client. Given the number of clarifications that comment would inevitably bring with it however, he chose to simply not concern himself with that issue quite yet. In fact, he thought he might wait just a little while, and then inform Joseph of all the rules and etiquette he could ever need to know. At least, all they could fit into what was now almost only thirty minutes of their remaining massage session.
Reaching over to the small tray beside him, Dave cleaned his hands before gently applying a small amount of massage oil to them. He smiled as Joseph tilted his head and regarded his hands with excitement, the otter's toes curling and his thick tail twitching in obvious glee. That smile upon the stallion's muzzle faded however as Joseph opened his muzzle to speak, and in that instant Dave did something rather unprofessional. He grasped at the sides of the otter's head, gently pressed his muzzle closed again with two fingers and thumbs, and shook his head with a gentle murmur.
"Now... we begin with a facial massage. Please keep your mouth closed and breath deeply, regularly through your nose while my hands are on your face."
Simply encouraging the otter to remain quiet wouldn't have been enough though, but thankfully for Dave he didn't have to rely upon persuasiveness alone. He watched Joseph's eyes widen as the otter felt for the very first time the gentle alchemical tingling of the massage oil upon his skin. Dave removed his hands, and added another squeeze of oil from its bottle. Then another. More than was normal to use in fact for any individual part of the body. Much more. Enough oil to elicit a reaction that was decidedly more... prompt. He returned his hands to the otter's face hurriedly as he saw Joseph's squirming increasing as though the mustelid male could barely handle the questions no doubt boiling inside of him. For fifteen or twenty seconds he firmly, rapidly rubbed all the massage oil into the sides of Joseph's cheeks and into the bridge of the otter's cute, squat muzzle, and then... then he withdrew his hands, and watched with a barely contained grin as Joseph tried to open his muzzle, tried to speak, only for his entire muzzle to deflate and flop downward like a half-emptied balloon.
"Mnnllhannhmnnhaah..."
Whatever he might have been trying to say, it was impossible. Dave closed his eyes and sighed with relief, knowing that for the next half hour or so he would instead have blissful, peaceful and near complete silen-...
"Mnnhaahloohhnmnah, mhhannhooh, mhppffhallmnnh haabllh nnaahhnnh. Mohhannhh llhaaahlsss!"
Joseph spoke up once again, his eyes wide and his own hands now hovering just over his flattened, softened face. A distorted but obvious giggle escaped him, and then, with words that were utterly indecipherable but with a tune that was all too clear, he began to sing.
"Mnnhaahhaa mlohaaahnnhhnn, llaaahmm mlhaallaab blaahhnnaa flaaan mhlaaah!"
He giggled again before continuing, delighting in how weird and indecipherable his voice sounded, amazed at how he could barely feel his softened and tingling face, and yet how he could feel his floppy, useless muzzle and tongue wiggling around against the rest of his features. This was so much fun. So much fun that he wanted to keep on trying to speak, to keep on hearing what ridiculous things he would sound like he was saying if he tried to say and sing all manner of different things. He knew from what the massage therapist had already told him that he was likely to end up so softened and malleable by the end of the massage he wouldn't even have a mouth to speak, but until that was the case he would make the most of every last...
The flat palm of Dave's hand pressed down over the otter's softened face, and mangled his muzzle harmlessly, gooily into the rest of his head without another moment's hesitation. Both the stallion's hands began to urgently, eagerly knead and massage Joseph's face, rendering his muzzle rapidly and entirely impotent, and just before Dave's hands squished the rest of Joseph's face too, folding his softening eyes into the rest of him and blinding the otter to what was going on, the otter saw two expressions flash over his face in rapid succession.
Guilt to begin with, embarrassment, humiliation all mingled together with guilt.
And then, as his mouth was mangled into disuse and he was rendered completely silent, a different expression entirely. No guilt. No shame. No concern any longer.
Just relief.
Simple, undeniable and sweet, blessed relief.
By Jeeves
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