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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for May 2O18. It contains steamy nudity and transformation/goo-play involving consenting adult males. :3

[center][b][u]Steamy Extremes - Part Two[/u][/b][/center]

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."

Closing his eyes, a soft whimper of joyous relief escaped the coyote as Cecil's gentle, reddish furred hands pressed into his chest. Immediately the aerosolised and oil-saturated fur and flesh began to soften beneath his touch, the fur compressing and flattening down into the flesh beneath it just like on Serling's shoulder, like a two dimensional drawing of fur rather than the real thing. In those spots just like with the first, the heat of the steam room around the coyote seemed to magically dissipate. Presumably of course it was still present, but now the soothing and numbing effects of the magical massage oil were beginning to work not just on what might have been sensations of uncomfortable pressure and impossible degrees of movement, but on susceptibility to the change in temperature as well.

"M-more..."

With a strained whimper, so hot, so overwhelmed by the heat of the steam room and the idea of being trapped in here for a whole hour longer, Serling grabbed at the red squirrel's hands with his own paws and tried to rub them up and down himself to cover yet more ground and offer himself yet more relief in a much faster manner than that which Cecil seemed willing or able to provide. To the coyote's horror though, his touch did not in the slightest have the desired effect upon the other man. Rather than making Cecil's solid hands move over and soften his body, Serling felt the red squirrel's paws giving way beneath his touch, not just flattening out against Serling's own body but actively melding into it as the limbs were squished and flattened [i]into[/i] the coyote.

Cecil and Serling looked at one another in shock, in embarrassment and in horror. Cecil drew back, but rather than pulling his flattened hands free from Serling, thick strands of gooey, mingled tissue that appeared to belong to them both in part stretched out between them before dragging Cecil right back to where he had been before. The coyote howled in frustration and confusion.

"W-what's happening? Why h-have your hands... what are they... oh god, it's still so hot. How are you meant to keep massaging me if your hands are trapped like that?"

Cecil tugged again, then again, frowning as he did so but at the same time looking somewhat intrigued.

"This is... amazing, we never expected an interaction like this. In its aerosolised form and with the increase in temperature, the massage oil seems to have developed some sort of bond with whatever biological surface it lands on. That object can't work the oil into itself, but... if someone else tries, and their own body is also intermingled with the massage oil... it doesn't just work as normal. If enough pressure is applied, it can cause a full melding."

Serling whimpered loudly, dragging the red squirrel out of his reverie.

"A full melding? W-what does that mean?"

Cecil nodded at where his hands were now absent from view, his wrists plunging seemingly without any harm directly into the flattened, grey and orange-reddish mingled and softened flesh of Serling's chest.

"Our bodies didn't soften independently, they merged. Like... like with paint. If you swirl yellow and blue together, you don't get streaks of yellow alongside streaks of blue. You get green."

Serling frowned and nodded.

"O-okay, but... does that mean... I mean, c-can we still rub each other? Soften each other up to get cool? C-coz, I'm sorry but I still can't stand this."

The red squirrel tugged on his arms once more as though showing the problem with that plan to Serling, and shrugged.

"I mean, unless you wanna like grind your whole body against mine, I don't really know how I... w-wha... hey! Serling, I was kiddi-o-oohhh! Oh god!"

A strangled cry of surprise and embarrassment escaped the squirrel as no sooner had he made that joking comment, Serling flung his arms around the other male's body and squeezed them tightly together. His arms began to rub all over Cecil's back, and his torso to wriggle and caress the front of Cecil's own form. A leg hooked itself around one of the red squirrel's own, and within moments, stumbling with no arms free to steady himself, both Cecil and Serling went tumbling down to the wooden slatted floor of the steam room. They landed on top of one another in a heap, but not hard, not with a thud so much as with a wet slapping sound like someone leaping into a muddy puddle. Cecil's eyes bulged as he felt Serling's arms practically explode as they liquefied on impact between himself and the floor, locking them together as they plunged into the softened flesh of his back. A howl of relief was all that escaped the coyote in the wake of their fall however, and Cecil's already flushed features began to burn a deeper, hotter red beneath the remaining fur upon his face as Serling's torso began to grind and writhe down against him, their crotches rubbing together in a way that was both soothing from the heat, and yet intensely stimulating at the same time.

"Please... please help me get cool..."

Serling nuzzled his face against Cecil's own, their fur smudging and their features, their muzzles themselves beginning to soften and droop as they rubbed back and forth across one another.

"Please Cecil, y-your body feels so good against mine. So gentle and soothing and... a-ahhh... oh, please..."

He continued to beg so sincerely, so tenderly that despite his surprise and lack of preparedness for any of this, Cecil couldn't help but be a little amused and charmed by Serling's actions. Even as lewd as they had the potential to be, crotches rubbing together, flaccid cocks humping, balls grinding together in an effort not to sexually stimulate but to relief the heat surrounding those delicate portions of furred flesh on all sides, there was no shame in what Serling was doing. No ulterior motive. He just wanted to get cool, and would do anything, absolutely anything in order to achieve that comfort not just for himself, but for Cecil too.

The two massage oil drenched and overheated furs wriggled and squirmed and moved against one another until even without the more extreme pressures that had led their arms to fuse with the other male's body, Cecil and Serling alike felt themselves beginning to grow more intimately connected than should have been technically possible if they had been in their standard, solid states. Chests stopped bumping as they slowly began to sink and absorb into one another, nothing now left of what had been Cecil's arms as they were consumed into the combined and rapidly softening ball that was Serling's own torso. They blushed and gasped as the individual tingling of their rubbing nether regions became a unified but no less stimulating sensation, and at that point both men's faces flushed at the knowledge that had they still maintained separate shafts, it would have been very difficult to imagine them not beginning to stiffen in response to that overwhelming barrage of new feelings.

By that point of course, Cecil couldn't help but admit that it felt really, really good to relieve the heat surrounding him just as Serling had said. He couldn't help but admit that in general it felt really good to feel himself merging with the coyote, however unplanned it might have been. Thus, just as Serling's legs had been wrapped around his and squeezing, trying to rub and meld them together for some time now, he hooked his ankles around Serling's limbs in turn and began to intensify their now mutual rubbing and caressing. Rapidly their already softened limbs began to melt into one another, leaving really only their heads remaining as more or less solid, though somewhat floppy-muzzled entities in their own, individual right.

"T-they'll find us, right? Find us, and... s-separate us again?"

Serling didn't stop rocking and wriggling against Cecil as he asked the red squirrel that question, but he whimpered in relief and began to rub, to grind a little more eagerly once again as the other male nodded his head with a bashful smile.

"Yeah, they will. But... it might take a while. We might have more than a little time to get to know one another, a-as best you can while you're a wriggling lump of combined goo."

He nuzzled against Serling, the coyote gasping in surprise and relief as another portion of his face softened and was spared the scorching heat of the steam room's interior a single moment longer.

"But then again, maybe there aren't many better ways than that. No need to talk, just... learning to be comfortable so close with someone else. Maybe it'll be kinda nice."

He nuzzled his already somewhat softened face more firmly, yet tenderly against Serling's own, and blushed as he heard the coyote giggle and felt him nod, then nuzzle back against him in return.

"Yeah. Y-yeah, maybe it will be."

They nuzzled more. They wriggled and squirmed and softened and sank deeper and more completely into one another, until before long their muzzles could no longer part, stuck together and soon sinking into one another followed by their eyes, then the rest of their heads. It didn't take too long in fact before there was practically nothing left of the two individuals, just a rusty grey brown ball of quivering, soft goo spreading out little by little over the floor of the steam room. A ball that had no form, no identity, and yet which had two minds alive and all too active within it. Two minds soothed, relaxed and no longer plagued by unbearable, inescapable heat.

Instead, all they felt was... an odd sense of completion. Of not just the normal kind of relaxation that both knew came with the massage's oils soothing and softening properties, but a type of contentment they both associated more with occasions like those when they found themselves falling asleep in the arms of a bedmate. A sensation that they had no doubt would linger with them until they were recovered from within the steam room and separated once more.

But, unlike before, the haste and the urgency with which Cecil and especially Serling wished to be rescued was no longer quite so pressing. In fact, as they lay and quivered and mingled together so tenderly and intimately, both men almost hoped that it took a little longer than expected to find them and get them out of here. After all, if it took them longer to be recovered, it would surely take them longer to be separated. And in that moment, relaxed and content and soothed after those steamy extremes as they currently were, that didn't sound like a bad thing at all.

By Jeeves

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