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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for May 2018. It contains steamy nudity and the beginnings of transformation/goo-play involving consenting adult males. :3

Steamy Extremes

It was hot.

It was very, very, very hot. So much so that Serling was almost beginning to regret signing up for this experimental spa treatment, a fact which in itself should have raised flags with the people involved in the test. After all, there were few things in the spa's history that had ever pushed Serling to a place where he felt so uncomfortable as to be unable to enjoy whatever was happening to him. Hell, some of the coyote's favourite experiences in this place had been those where things had gone terribly wrong relative to what was meant to have happened. But in those cases, it was being pushed too far that had brought the coyote to new heights of enjoyment and relaxation through whatever initial discomfort had sprung forth. This however, this situation was just... god, it was just way, way too hot.

The premise of the exercise had sounded pretty simple and easy overall. Just go into a steam room where the steam itself was infused with the spa's patented and supernaturally enhanced massage oil, and see what happened. The idea, of course, was to see if an aerosolised version of the oil could work itself into the muscles of a body without actual massage being required. To see whether a massage free softening would occur, and if so to see how evenly and consistently the softening and melting would be. If so, it would no doubt mean a great deal more profit for the spa. Not only because it would open up their range of services to those who were perhaps not as comfortable with the copious and intimate physical contact required for a massage, but also because a steam room full of a dozen or so melting clients at once required a lot less one-on-one supervision and dedicated employees than a massage.

Thus far however, there had been no melting. No softening. No effects whatsoever other than Serling sitting in the steam room as more and more steam, more and more heat was pumped in, rendering his fur sodden and matted to his flesh below, and his whole body glistening with a thin, shiny layer of thousands upon thousands of tiny, suspended droplets of massage oil that refused to melt into his skin as it normally would thanks to the water with which it had been emulsified.

"Hey, uh..."

Serling rose from his seat and promptly blushed as his towel fell loose from around his waist, dropping to the ground as he peered up into one corner of the steam filled room where there had at one point been a visible microphone and camera to record his reactions, one of which was presumably still active despite the billowing clouds of thick steam now rendering the camera useless. Ducking down to retrieve his heavy, waterlogged towel, Serling wrapped it around himself once more as he called up to the microphone.

"...I really don't think this is working, and it's starting to get a little too thick and hot in here for even the steam-room itself to be enjoyable. Could we maybe take a break? Even if it's just a few minutes for me to cool off?"

From near the microphone's location itself, there came a whine of feedback from the speakers also built into the audio-visual setup of this testing area. A crackle followed, intermingled with a few sounds that might have been attempts at processing an actual voice, then there was a soft pop; a pop that sounded distinctly like some sort of fuse or another portion of the speaker system ceasing to function. Serling frowned, waiting expectantly to see if it would spring back into life, but there was absolutely no sign nor sound of functionality from the speakers from that point onward. Instead, about thirty seconds later, Serling heard the sound of the steam-room door's rubber seal being loosened from outside, and he gasped as for a brief moment the door swung open and with a rush of escaping steam the air around him cooled rapidly. Soon, far too soon for his liking however, the figure who had opened the door slipped inside and closed it sharply behind him to keep any further steam from escaping.

"All the resources and tech available to us, and they don't hire an electrician with the common sense to fit waterproof wiring into the AV system. Sorry, Serling."

The red squirrel now standing fully clothed in the midst of the steam filled chamber had been the coordinator on this project from the start, and he and Serling had gotten on fine thus far. For that reason Serling felt somewhat hopeful that he wouldn't be talked into persisting with this experiment for much longer, that Cecil would say whatever he had been attempting to say over the speakers, and then let them both out again in not too long. And sure enough, much to his delight...

"Anyway, all I wanted to say was that you're right. We'll do some more tinkering with the formula, but there's no sense in leaving you to stew in here while we figure out what combinations to try next. There's another two or three minutes on the current programme, are you okay to stick around in here for that just so we at least have a nice round number for our data? We'll let you straight out after that, I promise."

He reached for his chest and grabbed at his t-shirt, already clinging damply to his torso as his lush, bushy red tail began to sag under the weight of all the water latching onto it from the surrounding air.

"Believe me, I really appreciate you doing this for us. We all do."

Serling smiled softly, and even as he gave a deep sigh, he nodded. He was one hundred percent being sweet-talked into these last few minutes, having no desire whatsoever to linger here for even a second longer. But, that was okay. After all the fun and enjoyment that the spa had given him, he could stand a few minutes of extra discomfort, mild as it was in the grand scheme of things, to aid them in return. Besides, the longer this whole testing cycle took with him as its guinea pig, the more free massages he had been promised in return!

Beaming warmly... or rather, hot and sweatily... back at the coyote and his affirming nod, Cecil turned and padded his way back to the steam room door. He reached for the handle, pulled, and...

And he pulled again.

And again.

And...

His tail twitched, flicking loose sprays of condensed water back and forth across the wooden-framed structure. His body stiffened, and he pulled a little harder. Then a lot harder, wrapping both hands around the handle of the door and straining audibly until some moments later he fell silent once more, only for a different, solitary sound to escape him.

"Shit."

Turning slowly back to face Serling, Cecil couldn't hide the embarrassment, the aghast dismay spreading rapidly across his face. He opened his muzzle to confess, to admit to what he'd done, but Serling was already staring at him wide eyed in horror and knowing disbelief. After all he had watched it all happening, and now that the two of them replayed the squirrel's entrance in their heads they both recalled hearing the hiss of the seal re-establishing itself when the door was closed. A seal which while in theory totally capable of being released from the inside as well as out, required electronics within the locking mechanism to do so. Electronics installed by the same electrician who had installed the AV system, no doubt, and thus electronics absolutely fried by the thick, waterlogged steam hovering in the steam-room's hot, heavy air.

"You said the current programme is almost over, right? Does that mean the steam will turn itself off then?"

Serling stepped closer to the red squirrel, eyes widening a little in concern as he saw Cecil starting to pull his t-shirt up and over his head, not the actions of someone who thought they were going to be free from this heat and cloying moisture any time soon. Sure enough, topless now and already fumbling with his belt, the squirrel shook his head with a soft sigh.

"It's a manual programme. Currently it's set to raise the temperature and the steam input every two and a half minutes. I'm due to finish my shift in an hour, so someone will come and find us then for sure. But... until then..."

He slipped out of his jeans, and through the billowing clouds of steam separating him and Serling by just a metre or so, Cecil shrugged shamelessly as he hooked his thumbs around his boxer-shorts and began to tease them down the length of his legs before the already hot and dampened fabric could soupify his loins within them even more than was already the case.

"...until then, we're kinda stuck here."

Seeing the worried, frustrated look on Serling's face, Cecil's own features twisted into an attempt at a sincere smile. He padded up to the towel-clad coyote, and as the heat boiled around them and the steam swelled and billowed with such intensity that even in such close proximity their forms were still hazy to one another, he patted Serling gently upon one shoulder.

"But hey, we'll get out of this. We'll get through it soon enough, and even if nothing changes after a full hour more... just think of how many free massages you're gonna get for this big a screw up."

Chuckling softly to himself, trying to make the most of this bad situation in whatever ways remained possible for him, Cecil wandered past Serling towards the bench seating he knew was present at the rear of the room. He paused however, turning his head back the way he'd come, when he heard Serling speak up once more.

"Uh... Cecil?"

Raising an eyebrow, the squirrel turned to see Serling's figure moving back towards him through the clouds of hot, oil-infused steam.

"Yeah? What's up?"

The coyote drew closer, still speaking to the squirrel with a slightly renewed warmth and eagerness in his own voice.

"D-do you... do you want to touch me again?"

Looking around the enclosed and hot, steamy space, then down at his naked body, Cecil's cheeks flushed crimson as he saw Serling drawing closer and closer. He'd always thought that the coyote was super cute, but it had never seemed like there was a good time to say anything. Serling himself meanwhile had never seemed like the type to be so forward, and yet...

"I... I mean... t-touch you? I'd... I'd like... I mean, that'd be nice, but... w-wha..."

Before he could say anything more though, Serling's body emerged through the steam. The coyote was staring down at his right shoulder, where Cecil's hand had touched down just a brief while before. Cecil's eyes widened. The flesh he had touched was... indented. Softened, and smooth. The fur seemed to have been entirely compressed down into the skin below as though a mere tattoo of itself, and there was the visible outline of a hand print where it had touched.

Serling and Cecil looked at one another, and the coyote whimpered softly.

"I-it's... its cool. Where you touched me. Where I've started to soften, I... t-the heat, it isn't there any more."

He reached over and prodded at himself on the opposite shoulder, to no effect.

"It doesn't work when I do it myself. I... I don't know why, but... please, Cecil. I'm so hot, and I can't stand another hour of this. Please. Could you just... just touch me again? Anywhere. Everywhere. Just... make me melt. Make the heat go away."

Serling's towel dropped to the floor, and he spread his arms out wide, exposing himself and opening himself up to the squirrel before him in all his glory.

"Please, Cecil. Please, just touch me all over."

By Jeeves

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