Ask a Glass of Water
Serling gets drunk. Literally. :3
This vignette was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission reward for March 2019. It contains massage related goo-play/TF, and... soft vore, kinda? XD
Ask a Glass of Water
'Be prepared for the jump to hyperspace, it's unpleasantly like being drunk'
'What's so unpleasant about being drunk?'
'You ask a glass of water.' - The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams.
When Serling had found himself browsing through the Spa's extensive procedure list, he'd not been able to keep from giggling when he found out that they had one listed called the 'Cocktail Surprise' which the brochure openly admitted involved the subject of the massage 'getting drunk during their session. After his recent experience with Dave and the stallion's own inebriation, Serling couldn't help but delight at the exquisite irony involved, and so of course he had booked himself in for such a massage at the first available opportunity.
Upon arriving at the Spa and meeting Dave in their designated massage room, done up to look all stereotypically tropical and with a full on Tiki-bar sitting in one corner, the coyote and horse grinned at one another in mutual appreciation of why they were here. Dave blushed a little of course, still ever so embarrassed to have put Serling in the position he had and eternally grateful to the coyote for covering for him and not mentioning his workplace inebriation to anyone else. But with that same need for discretion in mind even now, they didn't mention anything aloud. Serling just winked to the horse as he glanced towards the bar, then laid himself out on the massage table and awaited what he expected was either going to be the chance to sip on some rather potent drinks in the process of his massage, or perhaps even to have some sort of alcohol infused into the massage oil so he got drunk naturally as the oil and the booze along with it infused into his body.
The reality though was somewhat different from what Serling had expected. Somewhat drastically different, in fact. The massage was wonderful, a swift but intense flattening by the heels of Dave's hands with a liberal application of coconut and lime scented massage oil that within ten minutes had Serling lying not as a doughy ball, but as a pool of quivering, deliciously relaxed goo of rich milkshake consistency within the embrace of the massage table, its metal sides having been raised to act more as a pool or trough to hold the coyote's liquefied form. After that, he was stirred around, swirled and sloshed back and forth until his head was spinning with how intensely well mixed he was, not a single cell of his softened, flattened body feeling as though it was anywhere close to any other part of its normal structure. Then, had he still possessed a muzzle to do so, Serling would have yelped aloud as what felt like a whole bucket of crushed ice was poured over and amidst him, chilling him deliciously with its cool touch, numbing him slightly in a way that was surprisingly pleasant.
Only around that time did it occur to the coyote that at no point in this process had he felt even the slightest trace of alcohol make contact with his system. It was then, at the same time, that he felt something new sloshing through his chilled, liquefied figure. Something which did what he had only felt a handful of times through all his massage experiences. Something which divided him, truly separating a portion of his liquid form from the rest of his gooey, quivering body. It didn't hurt. It wasn't unpleasant in the slightest, though deeply strange as Serling felt the soft massage table beneath most of himself while at the same time feeling cool metal encase a smaller amount of his bodily being. From not unpleasant however, the feeling soon shifted to absolutely incredible as that smaller, separated part of Serling's body was given the most vigorous massage of its life, shaken and tossed about within the confines of whatever was holding it in a way that pressed and thrashed the tension not just out of ever liquefied cell, but out of every last atomic particle of his being.
From there, light met with the contained portion of his body once again as whatever was holding it opened up again. A few moments later, still confused and yet overwhelmingly delighted by what was happening, Serling felt himself being poured, now feeling thicker and frothier after his shake-up, into what felt like a cool glass. That portion of himself lay there for a minute or so, revelling in the piece and calm of just being a liquid, of going with the flow and simply moulding itself to whatever form it found itself lying within. Then Serling felt something long and thin press into his softened, shaken, stirred up self, and had he been granted the ability to cry out once again, he would have squealed in delight at the sensation of sudden suction being applied to his liquid self, and feeling his being being drawn up into a long, thin, twirling pipe of some sort, before pouring out into a far larger, warm, already wet cavern, and then like he'd been placed in the midst of a water park, being poured down a much longer, darker, tunnel which quivered and squeezed around him ever so comfortingly.
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Standing by the Tiki bar, metal cocktail shaker resting now empty next to him and a large hi-ball glass clutched in one hand, Dave blushed deeply as he sucked on one end of the brightly coloured crazy straw, and with gulp after gulp swallowed the liquefied portion of Serling's body.
Never in years of working here had he known anyone to apply for this massage, to go this far in their quest for relaxation and contentment. But, it didn't surprise him that Serling was the one to finally do so, even if he'd chosen a more playful reason to make now the time to take that choice. Loudly he slurped up the last of the coconut and lime tasting beverage which contained a small portion of his favourite client's consciousness, set the glass down next to the cocktail shaker, and calmly trotted back over to where the rest of Serling was still bubbling and quivering contentedly upon the massage table.
"Well, buddy..."
He whispered as he rinsed off his hands, then applied a fresh coating of massage oil to them and dipped them into the pool of Serling, starting to gently swish and slosh and massage his liquid form all over again in the hopes of adding to the exceptional and unique feelings the portion of Serling making its way through his very own body was bound to be experiencing at that moment.
"...I dunno if you thought somehow that this would make us even. But, man, you were really good to me when I was drunk. So, I guess... I mean, I just hope I'll be able to look after you as well now that you've been drunk, too."
By Jeeves
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