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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon reward bundle, and contains M/F sex between consenting adults as well as TF/goo-play. :3

Unauthorised Uses

Working at the spa was a dream come true for Anthony. It paid amazingly well even though he was a relatively junior member of the team, the clients were almost unanimously a privilege to deal with each and every day, and the services they offered were truly unique and wonderful to be a part of. It was a wonderfully friendly, relaxed work environment... except for one particular area; the contracts. Prior to starting work at the spa, Anthony had been made to sign not one, not two, but no fewer than seventeen separate contracts and NDAs regarding various aspects of his job. Secrets of the trade, client confidentiality agreements, and amongst all the rest of the rules stated within, a rule which from the very first interview Anthony knew that he had absolutely no intention of obeying.

"Oh my god, baby... you did it. You actually did it."

The rabbit grinned as his girlfriend flung herself into his arms, the vixen planting a deep, passionate kiss upon his muzzle before drawing hurriedly back and grasping at the object clutched in one of Anthony's trembling hands. He grinned as she held it up and read the side of the small bottle, the amber liquid inside catching the light within their bedroom and shimmering with an almost ethereal quality. Having worked with that substance countless times over the last few months of employment at the spa, he knew exactly what it said, and chuckled as he watched Gretchen's lips moving silently while she read those words for the first time.

'This proprietary massage oil blend is only to be used on company property and for its defined commercial purpose. Do not remove from the premises. Do not use for any purpose other than the approved list of treatments. Keep out of reach of children, clients and all untrained hands.'

Nibbling on her bottom lip in sheer excitement, Gretchen pressed the bottle back into Anthony's hands as she stepped out of the black and white speckled bunny's grasp. She was bouncing up and down visibly upon the tips of her toes, and as her eyes locked upon the rabbit's own they were wordlessly begging for permission, pleading for him to give the okay to do what they had been whispering and teasing and imagining for months now, ever since Anthony's roommate first suggested that he try out for a job at the spa.

Grinning back at the eagerly trembling fox, Anthony nodded, and laughed aloud as like a rocket Gretchen squealed and raced over to the bed, throwing herself down upon it even as she began to giddily, shamelessly peel off her clothes. In what looked like a matter of seconds the vixen was naked, her plump, rounded body lying on its back with her head propped up on some pillows, her legs spread and her knees bent, peering down over her large breasts and regarding Anthony as he in turn regarded her, her lustful, beautiful face and her exposed, flushed pink nether regions.

More slowly, purposefully so to tease and torment his lover, Anthony began to take off his own clothes. As his t-shirt rose up and over his head, he grinned at the sight of Gretchen shuffling and shifting upon the bed, her tail thrashing from side to side while she whined and dug her claws into the soft bedding surrounding her. He pulled down his trousers carefully with one hand, the bottle of massage oil still resting in the other, and then his boxer-briefs, moaning softly as for just a split-second the waistband caught upon the swelling length of his member, an even more lustful cry escaping his other half just moments later. Soon, though not nearly soon enough for Gretchen's liking, he too was naked. Only then did he reach up and grasp at the lid of the bottle of massage oil, shivering in delight and feeling his cock throb when a louder, ever more desperately lustful wail escaped his girlfriend at the exact same moment.

He pulled off the lid, blushing and grinning as Gretchen quaked and called out to him.

"Please. D-do it, Anthony. Just like... j-just like you said."

She grasped at her own thighs, pulling her legs wider apart, spreading her pussy out openly, shamelessly before him. In response, Anthony could do nothing but nod and moan in agreement. He padded over to the dresser on the far side of the room, set the lid of the bottle down, and turned it carefully onto its side. His eyes widened, focused solely upon the bottle's tip as the applicator filled with glistening fluid, and a few moments later a single droplet of oil fell out onto his unprotected right hand. He shuddered, moaning aloud once again. He wasn't used to feeling the tingle of the massage oil upon his own skin, normally ensuring that his hands were protected from the effect of the oil so that he could effectively work with it for his clients' benefit. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation though, more like the gentle caress of a fond set of fingers across his palm rather than the miniature daggers of pins and needles. Thus he closed his fist and rubbed the drop of oil across his fingers, spreading that small amount out over the entirety of his hand. Only then did he apply another droplet onto the same hand, setting the bottle down, re-affixing the lid to it, and hurriedly making his way towards the bed at long last.

Gretchen wailed in longing as he dropped to his knees between her legs, and she shrieked in near orgasmic levels of elation as he pressed his glistening, oiled hand to her pussy and massaged that second droplet into her mound, spreading it around until her lips and their inner workings were glistening with a very different shine from the already visible wetness that had accompanied them before.

"Oh. O-ooh... it tickles... aahh..."

The vixen squirmed, shivered, giggled as the same tingling sensation that was encompassing Anthony's hand began to spread through her crotch, reaching down and letting her fingers splay out just shy of where the oil began, touching her furred flesh and teasing it, pulling it back as best she could, whimpering as she craned her neck over her breasts, over her rounded belly and peered down at her clit as she teasingly tugged back the hood that surrounded it, the swollen nub shining with that same oily shimmer, and suffused by that same glorious tingling sensation.

"Baby. Tony, please. I... aaah, it feels so good. It's making me so... s-so hot. Fuck. Oh, fuck, baby. I d-don't want to cum without... w-without feeling what you promised me. Please. I'm ready. I... I know I'm ready. So please, baby. Do it."

Seeing how strong a reaction his lover was having, unsure and frankly unconcerned as to whether it was truly due to the tingling of the massage oil alone or if there was a psychological component of just how long Gretchen had been waiting and longing for this at play, Anthony could only do as she asked of him. The rabbit crawled further forward until he was kneeling directly between her spread and trembling legs. He peered down over the beautiful vixen's body, and as his left hand caressed her right leg, running from knee to thigh, up to caress her stomach before sweeping back down again, his own glistening right hand reached out for her pussy directly. He saw her tense up, saw her trembling, her eyes widening, her breath growing short, sharp and frantic as his fingers drew ever closer. Then he touched her. He grazed her pussy's outer lips with his shining fingertips, and blushed, beamed in elation as she flung her head back against the pillows, arched her back and shrieked in glee while two if his fingers teased their way between her outer lips and into her pussy.

"Yes. Yes! Finger me, baby. Ohhh god. Oh right there, r-right... ahhh... more! More. You know what I want. Y-you... you know what we can do now. What we can finally do together."

Upon listening to his lover's begging, Anthony only slipped his fingers in and out of her a handful of times before adding a third digit to the proceedings. He blushed as she wailed and her pussy clamped down around him, but not as forcefully, not as firmly as he was used to. Her head rose, snapping up to stare down at him. Her eyes were wide, her whole body shaking with excitement as she too felt that change in the workings of her inner muscles, and she gurgled joyously as with relative ease Anthony added a fourth digit, only his thumb remaining outside of the vixen's body now.

"It's working. It's... it's r-really happening. Oh. Oh, Tony. Fist me. You can do it. I... I can take it. Please. Don't make me wait."

Anthony nodded, leaning forward and planting a soft kiss upon his lover's stomach before he did anything else, curling his fingers up against the outer wall of her nether regions and moaning under his breath as she thrashed, as she kicked and shuddered, and as Anthony swore he felt his fingers twitching, twisting with the frantic writhing of the body within which that part of him was buried. The massage oil could work wonders on the anthro body, he had seen it countless times as he worked with it as a masseur. A handful could reduce a body to a dough-like putty if spread and worked into the flesh by a skilled massage therapist, softening flesh, muscle, bone, every last little bit of a person's living body into a formless, quivering ball if the right amount of pressure and tenderness was applied. Every sore, tense muscle would be almost literally melted away, only to revert back to its solid state a handful of hours later.

But, with a little less, just a drop or so of oil, a body part could be rendered merely more malleable than normal. Still sturdy enough to hold its shape, to remain differentiated from the rest of the body to which it belonged. Softened enough however, to slip into places where they might not previously have been able to slip. And if the spot into which they were attempting to fit had also been softened, loosened up by a drop of oil too, then suddenly an act which would have been physiologically impossible for a particular couple beforehand might no longer be anything like so impossible.

Anthony whimpered, the rabbit's whole body trembling as he tucked his thumb in alongside the rest of his hand, pressed it against the stretched, welcoming embrace of Gretchen's loosened, softened pussy, and he let loose a cry almost as loud and joyous as the vixen's own when after barely a moment, with not a shred of tangible resistance, his whole hand slid right into his lover's nether regions. Ever since they'd gotten together, Gretchen had wanted this. Months after they'd first started to date, she'd confessed that desire to him during a particular passionate, wild night of love-making. They'd tried. They'd tried to make it happen so many times, but never with any success. The vixen was simply too tight, and Anthony's hand too large. Or, at least, she had been too tight, and his hand had been too large. Now, those problems were a thing of the past.

Now, there was nothing to stop them.

Nothing to stop Anthony from giving Gretchen what she had longed to feel for basically as long as she had been aware that such an act was conceivably possible.

"Oh god. Oh yes. Oh! Oh. Ohhhhh_god_, A-Anthony, baby! Yes!"

Gretchen howled and writhed, she clawed and kicked, she screamed at the top of her lungs in pure ecstasy as she felt Anthony's hand closing within herself, balling itself up into a tight fist before it began to pump rather forcefully in and out of her, pressing deeper than any cock, any toy the vixen had ever known before, only to draw back and stretch her pussy's opening as the fist almost entirely withdrew, sliding right back in again and driving Gretchen wild all over again just another moment later. All the while, her pussy continued to tingle. Her clit ached like it was being constantly buzzed by the most deliciously teasing vibrator, and beyond the visceral pleasure of the act there was the sight of Anthony's grinning, flushed face looming over her. Regarding her with such fierce devotion and passion as he gleefully watched a dream come true, and in doing so made one of his own deepest longings... to grant Gretchen this sensation... a reality.

"Ohhhfuck, Tony, baby! I... I'm... m-mmnnnhhhh-hhaaahhh! I'm gonna cum. You're doing it. We're doing it. Y-you're fisting me! You're in me. So deep. So big. S-so... oohh yes. Yes, baby. Just a l-little more! Don't stop. Please."

The vixen's legs were no longer resting either side of Tony's body, but instead sticking high up into the air, toes curling and flexing in time with the frantic pounding her pussy was receiving from the blushing, panting rabbit's fist. Her hands were grasping at her breasts, and her open mouthed face, either screaming in ecstasy or panting with tongue lolling out and drool running down the sides of her chin, was staring pleadingly down at the bunny. The fact of her orgasm was an inevitability. It was going to happen. All that remained to be seen was just how long, how hard she was going to cum.

"Cum for me..."

Anthony moaned to his lover as he pressed his fist up against the outer wall of her nether regions. He could feel his flesh shifting, flexing, softened by the oil to the point where it and the muscles, the bone within were more akin to rubber than anything else. Perfect to allow his flesh to press against and mould itself to the inner workings of Gretchen's body, and in that case, that very moment, perfect for pressing itself to her g-spot, filling and encircling every nook and crevice of that sweet spot, and then promptly dragging the entirety of his fist violently back and forth across it countless times in rapid succession, not stopping, not slowing, not relenting until Gretchen did as he asked, and as he wailed to her over her own stunned, overwhelmed shrieks once again just a split-second before the vixen lost all control.

"Cum for me! Squirt for me, Gretch. Now!"

Never in all her life had Gretchen known an orgasm like that one. Never before had she squirted so hard, so violently that she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, gushing and spraying her fluids out around Anthony's wrist so hard, so copiously that she could see the shock on his face as his entire body from face to the knees upon which he was resting were doused, soaked by her powerful squirts of ejaculate. Never had she screamed so loud she made her own ears ring, and never in all her days had Gretchen cum so hard that she felt herself not only losing consciousness thanks to the sheer fury of the pleasure crashing through her not in waves but in one constant earthquake like eruption, but being roused once again from that state of unconsciousness by the very same pleasure, so intense that it couldn't allow her mind to rest, requiring its full processing capacity just to feel all the pleasure that the receptive nerve endings within her pussy demanded she be allowed to feel.

She came long and hard, spasming, thrashing, screaming for almost thirty solid seconds before the pleasure even vaguely began to diminish. She should have been spent. She should have been utterly exhausted, wiped out by what she had just experienced. And in a sense, mentally and physically in a part of her mind, she was.

Yet somehow, there was a different part of her, the same part of her who for practically her entire adult life had dreamed of one day finding a way for her to get fisted, which seemed more eager and active than ever in the wake of that dream coming true. And it was that part of her which dragged her body upright, which coaxed Anthony into slipping his fist out of her, watching its distorted figure slowly return to a more natural, hand-like shape a few seconds after it withdrew, and which pulled both herself and the rabbit off the bed.

Giggling and trembling as she stumbled drunkenly towards the dresser on the far side of the room, Gretchen heard her lover calling out for her to be careful as she grabbed the bottle of massage oil, unstoppered it and lurched off towards the apartment's bathroom. She could hear Anthony following, she could hear him telling her she shouldn't play around with that bottle, asking if she didn't want to return to the bed and perhaps make love, share the satisfaction she had already felt with him. But until she reached the bathroom, scrambling up and into the empty tub, she didn't answer him. Even then she just giggled and beckoned for him to join her as she slipped the plug into place, kneeling down in the ceramic tub and whimpering happily as she heard the sound of the bunny's bare feet joining her.

She rose upright, turning to face Anthony where he stood before her.

"What are you playing at, hmm? You wanna squirt some more? Somewhere you aren't gonna ruin more sheets, is that it?"

The rabbit embraced her, Gretchen moaning as she felt his cock straining against her ejaculate dampened thigh. She kissed him, and he kissed her back just as passionately, just as deeply with a breathless, frenzied moan. Indeed they were still kissing, still making out feverishly, when Anthony felt something raining down upon his head. Something slick, something oily, something that made his scalp tingle as it drained down over his face, his shoulders, and continued to pour down over the entirety of his body, while he saw the same shimmering amber oil beginning to pour down over his lover's face too. By the time he pulled back, by the time he cried out Gretchen's name, the entire bottle of massage oil was almost empty, its contents dumped out over the two of them and glistening in the bottom of the bathtub in which they now stood. The vixen blushed, setting aside the now empty bottle and giggling with an almost childish mix of guilt and glee.

"Oh... oh god, Gretch... what have you done..."

Anthony whimpered as she embraced him, squeezing him around his back but also using her hands to rub the massage oil coating them both into every last pore of his flesh. The female fox just giggled once again, and whined happily as she nuzzled up against him.

"I... I felt so close to you, with your fist inside me. It felt incredible, but... it was the closeness, t-the intimacy of it, that drove me crazy, Tony. I just want to feel that again. Please, baby. Don't be upset with me. Don't be made. I just want to be close to you. As close as two people can be."

She dropped down within the tub, pulling herself into a sitting position, and pulled Anthony down with her. For a moment the rabbit resisted, but as he realised that if he remained standing in the oil for much longer he was probably going to slip and fall anyway, he allowed himself to sit down with the woman he loved.

"You r-really, really shouldn't have done that, Gretchen. I... o-oh... oh god..."

He shuddered, he blushed as his lover pushed him down onto his back, now seated his body offering no resistance as it slid on the slick layer of oil beneath him. A deep groan escaped his lips as Gretchen straddled him, and within a split-second, before he could react, pressed her pussy down around his still rigid, still throbbing arousal.

"There's no way I'll be able to cover this now. N-no way they won't notice I took it. A drop I could have gotten away with, b-but a whole bottle... and, oh god. What about Dave? When he gets home, w-when he finds us..."

Anthony's voice trailed off as he felt Gretchen lie down over him, her face nuzzling against his, her pussy squeezing gently around him, still softened and thus not able to grip like it might have on other occasions but still immensely pleasurable. He heard his lover growl, and felt her tongue lash out across his oil-covered face before she moaned to him.

"Let him find us. L-let him see how close we are."

The vixen wailed as she felt Anthony's arms encircle her, wrapping around her back, rubbing his oil-coated hands all over her shimmering body. She began to ride him, to fuck him, pressing her hips down against his, clamping her thighs down around his waist. She felt their muzzles press together over and over again, and felt him gripping at her more urgently as their passions built. And before too long, with a whole bottle of the impossibly potent oil coating their slick bodies as they writhed and fucked in the base of the tub, she felt the arms wrapped around her beginning to pull inward, to not simply be absorbed into her rapidly softening body, but to mingle with it as the male's arms began to soften at a similar rate. She felt her torso pressing down into Anthony's own. Her muzzle mushing softly against his. She tried to scream in ecstasy, the two of them gurgling in rapture as their nether regions began to blur into one mass of hyper-sensitive, quivering, throbbing flesh.

They clung to one another. They melded into one another in a matter of minutes as their bodies did not simply soften, but liquefied under the sheer volumes of oil coating and surrounding them. Their united bodies quivered, convulsed as hot ribbons of cum poured out from what might recently have been a twitching cock, and gushes of ejaculate surged out from what mere minutes before would have been Gretchen's clutching pussy. They moaned and whimpered and embraced and fucked until there was nothing left of their bodies capable of any of those actions, and then... then they simply existed. They simply lay together, revelling as they achieved exactly what Gretchen had sought. Togetherness. Intimacy like they had never known before, entwined as one, floating and bubbling softly in a pool of their two intermingled bodies. A state which the two of them would remain in not just for an hour or two, but for quite some time to come.

Long enough, indeed, for Anthony's roommate to arrive home.

"Tony? You around, buddy?"

Dave called out softly as he kicked off his shoes by the door, untucking his shirt and scratching his belly as he moved towards the bathroom.

"Sorry I'm late, had some paperwork to file. Had to use some extra doses of massage oil in my session with Serling today. I'm thinking of just grabbing a take-out for dinner. You wanna split something? Gretchen can too if you wanna invite her round."

He frowned as no-one answered, but the needs of his bladder outweighed his desire to peek into Anthony's room. Hell, for all he knew the rabbit and his girlfriend were fooling around in there, and his unannounced arrival home was responsible for their purposeful silence. He rolled his eyes, smirking as he stepped into the bathroom. It wasn't like he hadn't heard them a bunch of times, neither of them, Gretchen in particular, were any good at keeping quiet when their passions overcame them.

The stallion froze, however, as he took a single step into the bathroom.

His eyes widened as he saw the empty bottle of massage oil resting next to the tub, cap missing and the bottle lying on its side with a small puddle next to it. And as he peered over the edge of the tub, looking down at the black, white and orange pool resting, quivering slightly within, he groaned softly in dismay.

"Oh, god... you didn't..."

A few air bubbles rose from the pool, letting loose a sound that almost sounded like a breathy, distant moan, and a giggle. The stallion sighed, raising his hands skyward in a gesture of complete dismay.

"Oh man, you did. Well, I hope it was worth it. Coz... Anthony, dude? As soon as you're solid again, you're so getting fired."

By Jeeves

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