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This story was written for Serling, it contains relaxing massage related content involving consenting adults, as well as some slight lewdness. ^^

Deep Heat

"You just lie down and relax, Serling. I'll be right with you."

As the coyote was led into his massage room for the day, he couldn't help but notice something different about the mouse scheduled to provide him with today's relaxing treatment. He'd worked with Rosa several times now, and her techniques had always been spectacularly soothing, but beyond that her personality had been even more so. There was something about the soft tone of her voice, about the warmth of her smile and an innate kindness to her touch which delighted and soothed the coyote's body and mind alike. Today though there was a certain energy to her actions. Something bubbling below the surface of her every word that while not unpleasant by any means was less relaxing and more... stimulating than normal.

Not wishing to pry however, understanding that much as he got along with the staff here they were professionals doing a job, Serling did as instructed. He slipped out of the robe provided for him, lay flat upon his stomach down on the padded massage table in the centre of the room, and with only the slightest bashfulness lay there, body bared and awaiting the mouse's announcement of what he was going to experience today.

"So, I thought I might try a deep heat style massage with you today. It uses the hot stone technique, in combination with a subtle application of our patented oils. How does that sound?"

Even as Rosa asked the question, stepping to the coyote's side and reaching out over his body, he was nodding in acceptance. He trusted her, and he was always delighted to experience a new treatment. His cheeks flushed as he felt her pink hands come to rest upon the small of his back, already wet, slick, and warm with glistening massage oil upon them. Her fingers ran up and down his spine in a relatively straight line, not drifting too much further away but working the enchanted oil into the coyote's flesh. He shuddered as within seconds he felt the tingling influence of the oil's unique properties beginning to activate, but his eyebrows rose subtly when shortly afterwards he felt a similar shudder run through the hands touching him, and indeed the mouse to whom they were connected.

By the time Rosa first removed her hands from Serling's body, he was able to hear, not just sense, her uncharacteristic sense of emotive intensity. Of course he still had no idea of its cause or reasoning, but as her fingers parted from his back, his ears caught a soft groan escaping her lips. He closed his eyes, trying not to think about it. Trying to relax in the atmosphere of the room; the pleasant, low-volume background music and the rich scents of incense, both flowery and with an unfamiliar but appealing, almost intoxicating richness. He waited as the mouse moved away, only to return a short while later carrying something. Something large and heavy, which she set down on a small stand beside the massage table itself.

"Now, these may be pretty warm, but don't worry. I can handle them, and my hands are... well, they're trained to be sensitive."

A few seconds after she spoke, her voice soothing but with a slight tremor to it, Serling felt something intensely hot and surprisingly heavy come to rest between his shoulder-blades. He gasped and arched his back slightly, but of course the massage oil was already taking effect, its localised application softening not just the flesh but the whole of Serling's body beneath it. His spine was like rubber, and thus as he stretched out in response to that weight and heat landing upon him, the feeling rapidly intensified as his back curved around the weight, it swiftly beginning to sink into the valley of softened flesh.

Another stone was added, applying pressure yet also immense relief as the softened flesh and surrounding musculature of the coyote's spine was freed from all its kinks and tensions. A deep groan of satisfaction escaped Serling at the near instant pleasantness of the pressure, and his cheeks flushed slightly as almost without thinking, quickly falling silent with an embarrassed whimper, the mouse groaned back.

"T-that's it. Enjoy the... t-the feeling. Let all the tension be pressed out of your muscles by the weight of the stones, and the heat... let the heat soak through you as they press downward, let it radiate out and soothe the rest of your body."

Rosa was so clearly trying to stay calm and on top of things, but her lack of calm was becoming more and more obvious just listening to her and feeling the way her hands were shaking as she applied a series of new smooth, dense stones in a line down the coyote's back. Every word had a tremor laced within it, and every touch that she delivered on or around the coyote's softened back was almost bashful in its delicacy, like she was afraid of where they might lead. By the time Serling's entire backbone was covered from the back of his shoulders to the base of his tail, rendering him almost entirely immobile as he was pinned down by his flattened and softened spine, he could hear every single breath escaping the mouse. Loud. Urgent. Ragged.

Then he felt something new. A fresh weight added to that already pinning him down, accompanied by a groan of effort as well as excitement. He felt the mouse heft her lithe and agile body up onto the massage table with him, straddling his buttocks with another now even more intensely noticeable shudder as she laid her hands upon the flanks of his body.

"N-now... just lie there. Relax, a-as I work the remaining tension loose. As I ease the knots of pressure and discomfort towards your spine, and let the heat push it out."

Serling had been party to enough massages in this establishment to know that it was most definitely not necessary for a masseur, even a smaller one such as this mouse, to sit upon him or any client in order to properly apply any such techniques as the ones Rosa was describing. Nevertheless he let her work, and he couldn't deny that necessary or not it did feel good as hell to have her hands pressing down against him from almost directly above, massaging the sides of his torso where the softening influence of the massage oil was almost unnoticeable. He gasped and growled occasionally as she hit points where there was indeed some tension lingering in his musculature, but as soon as the brief pain of those knots being worked loose abated, it was replaced by intense relief and almost pleasure.

Indeed, the more time passed, and the more Serling's mind reeled under the new and wonderful mix of incense that was being burned today, the more relaxation became only a part of this experience, and stimulation began to play an active and pleasing role in that which the coyote was expecting. He revelled in how soothed and calmed the hot stones upon his spine were making his body feel, but he also couldn't help enjoying the more animated and exuberant motions of the mouse straddling him. There was an energy to her motions which was not just pleasing on a relaxing level, but more immediately and intimately physical one.

"Okay, I can feel a few deep knots remaining, so I'm going to step things up a little. Just... j-just stay still, stay calm. Let it happen, Serling. P-please..."

The mouse's hands began to push down more firmly still, and as she withdrew after each application of pressure to grant the male's body a brief respite, so too did her hips rock backwards where she was resting astride his buttocks. This meant that when she pushed down again, her hips pressed forward. Pushing, grinding their way over the peak of the male's lean, firm rump, and ending with the mouse's crotch pressing in against the underside of Serling's tail. She shuddered violently as she moved forward, as the base of the male's tail pressed between her legs, against the fabric of her uniformed, hospital-scrub like trousers. Another louder, more obvious groan of desperation slid through her lips, and she whimpered as Serling raised his head as best he could given his softened spine, looking up over his shoulder in concern.

"R-Rosa, are you..."

He never got to finish asking her if she was okay though, for as soon as he had let his gaze meet with hers, he knew the answer. He knew, and he abruptly, suddenly not just fell silent, but brought his head down to rest upon his arms once more. His face flushed crimson, and as once again the mouse whimpered a plea for him to remain still and relaxed, he did just that. He did it as she began to rock against him harder, to grind herself into the base of his tail. He did it even as she ceased applying pressure to his back with her hands, leaving the hot stones alone to work their miracle. Instead her fingers wrapped around his tail, tugging at it, holding it at a particular angle so that as she pressed against it, the length of flesh was less able to move away, granting her yet more purchase more friction.

Closing his eyes tightly, Serling tried not to focus on the look he'd seen on her face. The flushed, frantic expression of pure and desperate longing. The firm, obvious points of her nipples protruding out through the fabric of her uniform top, and the way her eyes had begged him, tempted him with a feeling he now understood. A sensation he knew was not some side effect of a new stimulating batch of incense to accompany this particular massage, but an underlying scent that couldn't be masked even by the standard rich incense used by the spa in its treatments.

A cry escaped the mouse. Loud, strained, rapturous and yet fraught with wild hunger. Serling squeezed his eyes even tighter shut, saying nothing, doing nothing. Never before had he felt so relaxed and so worked up all at once. Torn between the soothing influence of the hot stones upon his spine and the undeniably exciting effect of the mouse writhing, pressing herself against him. She cried out again. And again. It was like she was waiting for something. Like something was holding her back, despite obvious and uncontrolled urges riding roughshod over whatever restraint she might normally have demonstrated under the influence of such feelings.

And though the last thing Serling wanted to do was acknowledge what was happening, though he didn't want to embarrass the mouse further by stating the obvious of what she was doing upon him, against him, there was a part of his brain more primal and instinctive than intelligent which seemed to know exactly what to do.

"I-it's okay, Rosa."

He whimpered to her bashfully.

"This new massage technique? I really... r-really like it. And, e-even though I'm so relaxed I can barely remember any of this actually happening? I know that I'd like it even more... i-if you didn't hold back."

A frenzied, high pitched wailing squeak escaped the mouse mere fractions of a second later, and he felt her let loose at long last. He felt her grabbing, tugging sharply at his tail. He felt her hips thrusting down against him, grinding and rocking and meeting his ass and his tail with as much force as they could muster. He heard the massage table creaking beneath them at the intensity of her motions, and then...

She tensed up. She began to shudder violently, far more so than anything he'd experienced thus far from her, and over the course of about twenty seconds the mouse let loose long, low grunts and moans of complete and total ecstasy as the coyote felt his buttocks and the base of his table dampening through the fabric of her trousers.

After that, it was over.

The mouse slid down from his body, and she quietly, bashfully removed the rocks from his back. With a towel she delicately dabbed away the excess massage oil glistening upon his fur, and as his back slowly began to re-form and his body regained the ability to move once more, he heard Rosa squeak in embarrassment as she realised that there was yet more wetness to clean off around his backside.

"I... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have come into work. I... I thought I could control it."

She murmured as she began to tidy the stones away, but still lying flat upon the table, Serling shook his head.

"It's okay. Really. I... like I said, I enjoyed the massage. That's all."

Rosa nodded, putting the rest of the equipment away before looking down at her own crotch with another whimper of humiliation as she noticed the wetness that she had caused to spread across its crotch and down the sides of the thighs.

"I... I s-should change."

She looked towards the table. Towards Serling's unmoving body, and raised an eyebrow even in her bashful state.

"Are you... u-um... are you okay to get your robe and..."

Her voice trailed off as she saw the blush rising to a crimson shine beneath the coyote's grey cheeks. Serling shook his head with a whimper of his own.

"Uh. I... I'd rather... wait a little longer. Or, get dressed in here. A-alone."

Rosa looked at him. Then at the clock on the wall.

"That's probably best. Although... I did finish... I mean... we... I mean this session, it... it finished rather early. You still have almost forty minutes left."

Serling's eyes widened.

"I... t-that's okay. I mean... like I said, it was great. I'm just so relaxed, I'd like to rest here a little longer, if I have the time."

But as the mouse walked back over to him once more, her eyes taking on that same look that had briefly faded following her first... release, he swallowed thickly.

He watched as she reached down to her scrub-pants, dampened visibly, and hooked her thumbs around the elasticated waist.

"I think I see one more point where there's still some tension, actually."

The pale blue fabric pooled around her ankles, and Serling yelped in shock, though his eyes remained fixated upon the site before him.

"One l-last... knot to work out."

The mouse moved back to the table's side, and with loud yelps of embarrassment but no active physical effort of resistance from the coyote, she rolled him over onto his back.

"The hot stones aren't re-heated yet I'm afraid."

She murmured, her voice thick and syrupy as she straddled the naked male with her bare lower half.

"But... I think I have a solution."

She pressed her crotch down over his, and Serling's eyes bulged.

"A deep... deep heat of my very own. And I just know that working out that knot together will be just the relaxation which both of us need."

By Jeeves

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