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This story was written for Serling as his patreon commission for April. It contains massage and nudity involving consenting adult males. :3

A Second Relaxing Chance

Serling balked as he readied himself to enter his massage room for the day's session, freezing on the spot as he saw the figure standing waiting for him by the table. The gecko looked familiar. Indeed the coyote was absolutely certain that he recognised him. This was the guy. The same one who, back when he'd been relatively new and inexperienced as far as this parlour's various unique massage therapies went, had screwed up and poured a whole bottle of their signature massage oil over him. It had taken him almost a week to regain his form after that. Almost a week of sitting in a bucket slopping around in the manager's office while various lawyers from the company in charge of the parlour offered him various incentives not to sue and asked him to 'bloop once for yes, twice for no'.

"Please. Sir. S-Serling. Please... don't freak out. Don't leave. I... please, I've come a long way since last time we um... last time I gave you a... a massage."

The gecko raised his hands and stepped towards Serling, promptly losing his footing as he stepped down off the raised area upon which the massage table itself stood and nearly falling flat on his face. He righted himself after a few seconds of frantic windmilling his green scaled arms, and more steadily began to pace towards the door in which the coyote still stood, staring with uncertainty.

"I... I never got a chance to see you again since then. To tell you in person how sorry I was for the mistake. I was just a trainee then. Nervous because you were supposed to be my first ever solo massage client. I... I didn't handle the stress well at all, but, that's no excuse for what happened to you. Please. I'm not asking you to accept my apology. But, I would like to prove to you that I am a damn talented masseur. I... I wouldn't be working here if I wasn't."

He gestured to the massage table, then looked back expectantly, hopefully at the coyote.

"If it makes it easier, I won't even use our special oil this time. It'll just be a normal, every-day massage. Absolutely free of charge, too. If you want a more specialised one we can easily find someone else to do that for you afterwards."

Looking into the gecko's bulging eyes, seeing the distress upon the face of this male whom, just like the first time Serling couldn't deny was exceptionally cute, the coyote sighed.

"It doesn't have to be free. If you do a good job, like I know the staff here can, I'll happily pay for it. Specialised or not."

The coyote stepped forward, and couldn't help but chuckle as a giddy giggle of wondrous excitement escaped the gecko now bouncing up and down on the tips of his toes and clapping his hands together in delight. Serling entered the massage room, and as normal slipped off his robe as the door closed behind him. He padded over to the table, lay down upon it, and glanced over to where the gecko had proceeded; gathering his relevant oils, towels and such from a set of cabinets at the far side of the room. He watched as the gecko reached into the cabinet, held up a bottle of glistening amber liquid, then shook his head and put it back. He saw the masseur do this again, and again, and again with several different bottles and perhaps the same first one or a very similar looking bottle a second time.

"Everything okay over there?"

He tried to sound as light hearted and playful as possible with his query, but felt less so when the gecko's head darted up and shot him a look which might have been meant to look reassuring while ending up rather strained and etched with what may well have been concern.

"O-oh, yes. Fine. It's just, um... we don't use standard massage oil very much, and the labelling for it is... well, uh... but it's totally fine! See? I have it right here!"

He plucked out that same amber hued bottle he'd raised at least twice before now, then cursed under his breath.

"No! Fuck. Wait. Here. Yes. Here!"

The gecko set down that bottle and in its place lifted one of an entirely different shape with a blue tipped cap, filled with a crystal clear but viscous looking substance. Again Serling chuckled with that same nervousness, and as the gecko approached while already un-stoppering the bottle he gave an almost longing look towards the exit of the room. This was it. His last chance to get away. To say that honestly he wasn't comfortable being paired with this masseur again, but that it was entirely his cross to bear and if no-one else was available he would gladly wait for another appointment to open up.

But whether due to his own embarrassment, a desire to give the gecko another chance or a simple case of over-politeness, Serling said nothing and made no move to leave or stop the masseur from beginning. Thus it wasn't long at all before the lights dimmed, gentle music began to play throughout the room, and he soon felt damp, oil-coated fingertips pressing into the backs of his shoulders.

"O-okay. Just... relax. Let the tension ease out of your muscles. Let all the stresses and strains of your week fall away."

Serling was a little tense to begin with, and not just because it had been a week since his last massage. The more the gecko's plump fingertips probed at his shoulders and back however, the more he began to relax as he realised something. Something he hadn't really had the chance to appreciate the last time he had been in a massage session with this particular masseur. The gecko was good. No. Not good. He was great. There was no magic in the massage oil he was using. Serling's body felt as solid and non-magically affected as ever, yet still he felt the tension melting away from his muscles with the gecko's firm yet soothing touch.

After a short while Serling felt his eyes falling shut. It had been quite some time since he'd enjoyed a massage so relaxing that it had been difficult for him to even stay awake, but somehow without any chemical or magically relaxing substances beyond a little incense in the air the gecko was achieving that with absolute ease. Serling was floating on a cloud of pure contentment. Breathing deeply but calmly, flat as a pancake without a single muscle tense, almost feeling as though he might turn to jelly without any assistance from the parlour's normal magical oils, and certain that once this was over he was going to get up, put on his robe, and immediately march to the front desk so he could book another appointment with the very same masseur. Past be damned, the gecko had obviously learned his lesson, and it would be insane for Serling to hold such a grudge when the person in question had not only learned from their error, but excelled in making up for it.

It was with those thoughts resting in his peaceful, contented mind and body that Serling began to doze. Occasionally he stirred, mostly when the gecko stopped massaging him to re-apply oil to his fingers or to move around the table, but the hour long session seemed to fly by in a state of mostly complete unconsciousness.

Or at least, most of the hour.

When Serling finally awoke, it was with an odd chill. A cool breeze in this normally well temperature controlled room that sent a shiver up his spine. It was then, as he shivered and raised his head from where it was resting in his hands, he heard it. The gecko's voice close by, muttering, moaning to himself.

"Oh no. No no no no no... not again..."

Serling frowned and raised his head slightly, that fact alone proving that the issue he had found himself having with the gecko was not repeating itself. Yet still, as he turned his gaze towards the gecko and the reptilian male realised that Serling was awake in turn, he could see the embarrassment and the sheer dismay in the masseur's gaze. He could see the long, clear bottle with its blue cap clutched nervously between the other man's hands, and as his mind pulled itself together from its state of relaxed slumber he could feel more and more strongly that indeed there was something wrong. Something different.

Again the coyote shivered, and instinctively he raised one arm to rub where the chill seemed to have centred itself. At the same time, as his hand landed upon his shoulder and his eyes fell upon the moving figure of his arm, the truth dawned on Serling.

He sat bolt upright, and yelped loudly as a cloud of greyish brown fur launched itself into the air. A cloud emanating from him, as the fur which had remained resting upon his motionless body was suddenly rendered airborne, and the figure beneath it revealed in all his nude, furless glory.

"O-oh my god. Oh my god!"

Serling just stared down at his own body, at the few last wisps of his fur coat as they fell and floated down to his lap, then to the ground below as he rose, wide eyed and silent to his feet before the panicking, pacing gecko.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so so so so so sorry, Serling. T-this bottle, it was... I mean, I swear it was meant to be... o-oh god..."

Walking to the far side of the massage room, Serling slipped behind the changing screen which was used for clients who didn't wish to get dressed or undressed in view of their masseur. He'd been back there before, and knew that attached to the rear side of the screen was a full length mirror. A mirror into which he now found himself looking.

He was naked.

Not just naked, but... naked. There wasn't a scrap of fur, of hair left on his entire body, save for his eyelashes. He looked... pink. Pink, and soft, and so very skinny compared to his fluffed up self.

He lifted his tail into his hands, stroking the smooth surface with wide eyes and seeing how much shorter it looked, and once again how much thinner without its rich bush of fluff. He touched his crotch. His balls. He blushed at how smooth everything was, running a hand all the way up the front of his torso, then back down again.

When he emerged from behind the screen a minute or so later, the gecko wasn't pacing anymore. He was just staring. Staring blankly, horrified, at the massage table and its immediate surroundings, coated in an all too noticeable layer of coyote hair, much of which seemed to be glistening with what was likely the residue of whatever hair removal oil had been applied to his body as Serling dozed.

The gecko jumped, physically and with a cry of embarrassed horror, when a soft and furless paw came to rest on one of his shoulders. He turned to Serling slowly, as though half expecting to be punched in the face and not at all feeling as though it was unwarranted. But, rather than a fist to the jaw, he saw something strange. Possibly the last thing he had been expecting.

Serling smiled at him.

"Would you believe... I've always wondered how it might feel, how it would be to have all my fur shaved off? But, I could never find the time, the right way to make it happen without seeming like it was something I was asking for."

The coyote held up his arms, gesturing at himself. At his utterly bare, exposed, and oddly unabashed self. He grinned. He blushed, and then he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the gecko in a tight hug.

"Thank you for this."

And as he stepped back, blushing brighter still, then glancing towards the massage table once again.

"I... uh... I don't suppose you'd like to grab some actual massage oil, and try again, if you have another hour to spare?"

Serling nibbled bashfully on his lip, and shivered not because he was without his fur coat, but with excitement. Perhaps even arousal.

"The idea of being rubbed down like this? Massaged. Stroked. Touched all over?"

He looked up and down the gecko again, and grinned as he saw beneath the reptilian male's bashful, still wide eyed features a glowing blush of the masseur's very own.

"Especially by someone as gifted as you. It could be so very relaxing... or... maybe even exciting, but every bit as fun."

By Jeeves

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