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This story was written for Serling as one of his Patreon commisions for the month of September 2018. It contains massage relaxed fun and post-transformation/goo-play silliness involving consenting adults and a rather well known fox from Zootopia. :3

Meeting the VIP

"Dave?? What are you doing?! Who's that on the table??"

The stallion turned around and raised his eyebrows, not one to argue with his boss but knowing full well that barging into a massage room in use and yelling while a client was on the table was definitely against protocol even for the Spa's owner.

"Uh, I'm finishing Serling's appointment, Emily. He has five minutes left."

He gestured down onto the table before him where a quivering ball of softened, squished coyote was gently spreading out as even that brief amount of time not being kneaded and stretched and massaged by Dave's strong hands allowed him to turn into an even more softened, liquid and hyper-relaxed state. Dave's explanation did little to remove the stressed out and frustrated look on his boss's face though, and after glancing into the room then back down the corridor again for a moment, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her. The rabbit's ears twitched, and she clenched her fists tightly at her sides for a moment before taking a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed and speaking very slowly, calmly and purposefully to the horse.

"Listen. I don't know who made the mistake with the booking, you, me, someone else, it doesn't really matter. What matters is that we have a VIP who arrived a few minutes early, and having him sitting in the waiting room isn't a great idea as people are staring. It's not exactly the relaxing top quality experience he's paying for, you know?"

Dave nodded, and looked around.

"And I'm guessing you booked him into our best massage studio."

The rabbit nodded.

"Correct. And I even booked it an hour in advance so that it would be prepared and set up with all the correct oils and stuff prior to his arrival here."

The stallion's eyebrows rose.

"And... who was in charge of that set-up?"

Emily raised her arms in frustration.

"I don't know. I mean, reception. The booking department. The people who normally handle this stuff flawlessly every day. God, why now. Why him?!"

Once again Dave's eyebrows rose, and he winced slightly as something occurred to him.

"Hey, uh... did you maybe book that appointment say, three weeks ago?"

The rabbit scowled, but nodded.

"Yes. Why?"

Snorting with dry mirth even as he applied some fresh massage oil to his hands and began to work it into Serling's already rather soft and squishable form more firmly than before, Dave rolled his eyes.

"That may have been the week you had Levi on reception duty. Y'know, while he was suspended from massages for messing up Serling's massage and leaving him hairless."

One of Emily's ears twitched. That was never a good sign, and Dave cleared his throat hurriedly to try and change the subject.

"But anyway, there's nothing that can't be fixed here. I'll just... uh... I'll find somewhere to keep Serling safe and sound for the duration of the VIP's massage, and I'll have the room spotless and prepared for you by the time you get back with the client themselves. I promise."

Emily looked at him with concern, but Dave met her gaze head on.

"Hey. This is me, not Levi. You know you can count on me. You know you can count on all of us... most of the time. Right?"

The rabbit sighed. Her ears flopped over slightly, and she nodded.

"I know. I know that. Really, t-thank you Dave. It's just... he's a really big deal, and I want to make a good impression."

Dave nodded as he began to look around for something more subtle than a bucket that he could store Serling in for an hour or so while the massage took place. He glanced back over to the door as he heard it open, and called over to the Spa's owner one last time.

"Oh, by the way, who is the VIP? I promise I won't freak out or anything, just curious."

Emily smiled as she looked back, and her cheeks reddened slightly, something Dave knew the rabbit wouldn't do for just anyone.

"It's uh... it's Nick Wilde. The Nick Wilde. Here, in my Spa. Waiting for his massage, while a bunch of lookie-lous harass him for autographs and make him more tense rather than... gotta go!"

A look of panic crossed her face as she darted out of the room, and Dave chuckled softly before hurriedly continuing his search, while Serling continued to quiver and liquefy upon the table close by.

*********

When Emily stepped back into the massage studio just a few minutes later, she expected the worst. She half expected Dave to be half way through shovelling Serling into a bucket, or to find the stallion and his massage client gone but the room still looking as though it had just been used. To her relief and delight though it looked spotless, with a full table of the Spa's exclusive massage products resting prepped at the side of the room and a regular bottle of standard issue massage oil even waiting right there on the stand beside the massage table itself. How Dave had known that Nick had requested a standard massage rather than one of their more extreme treatments she couldn't know, but the rabbit wasn't about to complain about an employee being overly competent, especially if it was able to counteract a certain gecko's penchant for messing things up in the most spectacular fashion possible.

She pulled the door all the way open after peering through it, and stepped back to gesture welcomingly to her client. Watching, smiling politely and attentively, Emily followed as the fox stepped into the room and looked around, smiling approvingly at the decoration, at the spaciousness of the room and of course at the fact that it was empty aside from the two of them. He turned his head as he strolled towards the massage table, already beginning to unbutton his shirt while Emily tried her very best not to stare at the man who had made rabbits everywhere swoon since he burst onto the scene a couple of years back.

"Thank you for this. For trying to get me in early, and... well, just for the chance to relax a little. Don't get me wrong, I'm so grateful for all the opportunities I've had over the last few years, but... man, I never noticed how busy and loud the world could be until all of a sudden everyone in it started to notice me."

He chuckled as he took off his shirt, looking around for somewhere to put it and smiling gratefully as the bunny stepped forward and took it from him personally before neatly folding it and setting it aside in a small cupboard, one which for just a split-second as she opened it she was worried that she might find already full of Serling. It was indeed empty though, and soon the fox's shirt was joined by his trousers, and finally by his underwear as he lay down on his stomach upon the massage table.

"So, uh... how does this work? Do you talk me through it or, is it like a hair appointment where we chat, or do I just lie quietly for an hour?"

He looked at Emily with his head resting upon his arms as the Spa's owner approached the table and opened up the bottle of massage oil, drizzling a little onto her left palm and rubbing it against her fingers to check its consistency, to ensure it was good enough quality to be used on such a high profile client. She smiled, actually rather pleased by how smooth and luxurious it felt for an standard product rather than one of their in-house created options. As she did so though, she answered the fox's question as calmly and reassuringly as possible.

"It's truly up to you, Mr Wilde."

He chuckled.

"Nick, please."

Her ears reddened.

"Nick. It's your choice, and I promise there is no expectation in any direction. If you'd like to talk, that's fine. If you would prefer me to give a running commentary so you know what I'm about to do and so you can avoid me doing anything you might not wish for me to do, that's perfectly cool. And if you want to just lie there and rest, to even take a nap if you find yourself relaxed enough to do so, I will be sure not to disturb you in the slightest."

Nick nodded gently, and even as he spoke he was closing his eyes.

"Honestly? And please understand this is not anything to do with you, I just... I'd really appreciate an hour of complete silence."

Emily smiled and nodded.

"I understand. Would you like me to turn the music down?"

The room's music was soft and purely instrumental, but still Nick nodded. In a moment, it too was gone, and after that... after that there was nothing. No more talking. No more preparatory explanation. Emily just poured more massage oil onto her hands, took one final deep breath as she told herself that this was really happening, she really was getting to pamper and relax Nick Wilde for a whole hour in her own establishment, and then her hands were upon him. Then she was massaging him with smooth, natural strokes of her hands and firm applications of pressure with her fingertips, and as from his shoulders to his back to his buttocks and beyond she relaxed, soothed and tenderised the fox with her expert touch, the Spa owner found herself more and more impressed with the standard issue massage oil that she was working with. Its texture, its consistency, even its temperature was perfect, seeming to remain at a perfect body temperature so that slipperiness aside it was almost impossible to feel in its own right. She worked it carefully into the follicles of Nick's fur, and pressed it into the pores of his smooth skin with the very tips of her fingers. The rabbit smiled as he murmured and sighed happily to begin with, and she barely kept from giggling when she heard him start to snore after about half an hour, continuing her work regardless and not speaking a word when some fifteen minutes later she felt him jerk back to wakefulness, but only for a moment before his breathing grew more and more heavy and regular, at which point his snoring continued.

By the time that Emily was done massaging the length of his body, pressing her thumbs one last time into the arches of his feet and stifling another giggle as the pleasant sensation made his tail twitch and rise up, showing off his cute butt in the process, he wasn't just dozing. The fox was sound asleep, and given that he was still glistening with massage oil with only five minutes of his session left to go, there was no way they were going to be able to clean him up and clear him out of there in just three hundred seconds. Thus, after wiping off her own hands and leaving him resting there all glistening and smooth, Emily crept over to the far side of the room and picked up the internal phone, capable of dialling out only so no-one got a call in the middle of a massage. She could have called reception, but instead she called the staff room. Sure enough to her delight, Dave answered.

"Hi, it's me. Could you do me a huge favour and block of this room for the next two hours, re-arrange the appointments and comp them for anyone who should have been here."

She whispered softly, smiling as the horse murmured back just as quietly even though he had no need to.

"Sure! I hope it went well. And, I hope Serling wasn't too much of a distraction."

The rabbit's eyebrows rose, and she looked around the room once more.

"Wait, you did leave him in here? Where?"

Dave chuckled.

"I hid him in plain sight, somewhere I knew you'd never disturb him."

Emily's eyes continued to dart around.

"Oh? Now you've got to tell me."

Dave did, in another playful whisper. He listened, waiting for Emily's no doubt amused response, but none came. Not after five seconds, after ten, after fifteen...

"Uh, Emily, are you still..."

He began to speak, then the line went dead.

Emily stared at Nick in horror, or rather, at the glistening substance spread out all over Nick's handsome, naked body. She stared at him, at the mostly empty bottle of massage oil sitting on the side-stand next to him, and then down at her own freshly cleaned hands as Dave's words from just half a minute ago echoed in her ears.

'I hid him in plain sight, somewhere I knew you'd never disturb him. In a bottle of generic brand massage oil, way inferior to anything our brand has to offer. God knows why it was even in here, but I poured it out and put Serling in there. He was so liquid and slick from the extra oil I added to him when you told me I had to speed up his exit, he even looked the part!'

The rabbit continued to stare at the resting, sleeping fox, coated in liquefied, softened but very much still alive, aware, sapient coyote goo, and her ear began to twitch desperately as she tried to figure out how to solve the problem before her now, and more importantly how to solve it without the VIP having ever known that there was a problem in the first place.

*********

Serling quivered, his body spread out in a super thin layer and vibrating just enough to send the most relaxing, soothing tingle through the skin against which he was almost universally pressed. He couldn't blush, but he would have if he could. He couldn't giggle, but he would have if he could. He couldn't squeal in excitement, but he would have if he could.

He had always wanted to meet Nick Wilde. To tell him what a phenomenal actor he was, and how much he admired all his work. He had always imagined one day running into the fox on the street, having the confidence to go up and say hi without being weird, and shaking his hand. Just a handshake, no selfie, no video message to a friend, just a handshake and a sincere thank you for all the entertainment he had provided the coyote and so many countless others with over the last few years.

But now... now he had been given the chance to do so much more than that. Sure, he wasn't exactly sure how or why, having been somewhat out of it with relaxed bliss when he'd first heard the Spa's owner mention Nick's name. And sure he wasn't exactly sure how this situation was going to end once he'd started to feel himself being slathered over Emily's hands and massaged across Nick's entire body. When he had felt just how relaxed Nick was becoming thanks to Emily's efforts and perhaps in some small part his gentle quivering though, all those questions and even his slightest worries had melted away. Replaced instead by a simple contentment, and a glee as he felt Nick's body so close to his, so warm, so peaceful, so relaxed.

In that moment, albeit with him more liquid and Nick more solid, they were wonderfully alike. They were connected, physically and on a more emotionally resonant level in their matching relaxation too. And whatever came next, whatever solution presented itself and however much longer Serling had to enjoy this rather unique situation, no-one would ever be able to take that from him. For the rest of his life he would be able to say that for a short while there was quite literally no-one in the world closer to Nick Wilde than he was, and... well, that was just really, really awesome.

By Jeeves

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