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This story was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission for July 2018. It contains playful M/M teasing between consenting adults, and massage related fun! :3

Who's Afraid...

"Hi there, I'm Aiden and I'll be giving you your massage today."

The wolf smiled as he walked into the massage room, always thrilled to have a new client on the table and eager to ensure that he had the most wonderfully relaxing massage of his life, hopefully good enough to get him to come back again and again. His smile only grew as he saw the figure lift his head from where it had been resting upon his folded arms, already laid out beneath a towel on the massage table itself. A portly, pink skinned pig beamed back at him, and as their eyes met, they grinned the knowing grin of two people who knew all the stereotypes that ran through people's minds when individuals of their species interacted.

"Hi, I'm George. Thanks for agreeing to fit me in at the last minute!"

The pig rolled over onto his side slightly, revealing more of a plump, soft stomach and chest as he extended a hand. Aiden took it and shook it warmly, and he laughed as while their hands were linked the porcine male added another playful comment.

"Just please, promise that you won't do any huffing and puffing. I only paid for a regular massage."

A moment later of course, the pig's eyes widened slightly and his already pink cheeks flushed.

"Uh, t-that... I just meant like the big bad wolf thing, I wasn't suggesting that you... y'know..."

Aiden tossed his head back and howled with laughter, shaking his head and grinning back at George.

"It's cool, man. I knew what you meant. But, yeah, don't worry about it. Even if I was a big, bad wolf... I'll keep that stuff off the clock."

He playfully bared his teeth at the pig, and sure enough just as he had, George burst out laughing. Still beaming, the pig rolled back over onto his belly and settled his head back into his arms.

"You seem way too nice to be a big bad wolf."

Aiden smiled, and as he moved around the table and began to prepare the oils required for this particular massage, setting aside the Spa's signature own brand in favour of a more standard oil as the pig had requested, his voice softened and grew more gentle as he sought to slip George into that more calm, peaceful head-space which was sure to make his massage all the more relaxing.

"Oh, I am. I enjoy pina coladas and getting caught in the rain, I like long walks on the beach at sunset, and..."

There were times when Aiden knew it was important to be more professional and reserved with certain clients, but at the same time there were also occasions on which he could tell that a client wanted a more friendly, casual atmosphere between himself and his massage therapist. On this occasion he was really getting those latter kind of vibes from George, and thus despite his initial attempt at being more calm and soothing, he couldn't resist throwing a playful growl into the mix as his oil-clad hands first made contact with the pig's soft, smooth skin.

"...and I only occasionally give in to my desire to gobble up cute little piggies."

George snorted and laughed, and as the massage began between the wolf and the pig, they continued to playfully banter back and forth. Both of them had grown up on either end of the stereotypes, Aiden having friends poke him and point every time they saw a pig anthro no matter where they were or what they were doing, asking him if deep down he wanted to chase them or if he was tempted even a little bit to eat them up. George meanwhile had grown up with a family who still bought into those dumb fairy-tale stereotypes, refusing to let him go to birthday parties for his friends if there were any wolves invited and hearing almost daily about how wolves couldn't control their violent instincts. But, neither one of them had bought into them, and honestly it was pretty damn cathartic for them both to find themselves in a situation where they could not only acknowledge the existence of those dumb stereotypes existing between themselves and a member of that other species, but where they seemed equally free to joke about them and rid them of their power.

"So, is this why you got into massage therapy? So that you can explore and tenderise your meat before you decide which chunks you want to take home for dinner?"

George murmured to the wolf teasingly as he felt the other male's strong, clawed hands loosening the knots of tension in his back and shoulders, trembling with how good it felt to have his body worked over by such a powerful and skilled set of hands.

"That's right. I need to be able to ensure I have all the highest quality cuts available. Delicious pork shoulder for slow braising, pork loin... pork belly. God, I love a delicious piece of belly!"

Unable to help himself, not thinking about it in the moment but probably going a little too far considering that he was under professional contract to work for George in that moment, Aiden's hands followed the descriptions he was giving to massage all over the pig's torso as he described all the cuts he'd supposedly love to eat even from this anthro. The more his hands roamed beyond the bounds of a conventional massage though, the more he heard George snorting and the more he felt the pig trembling with laughter beneath him. It was obvious that the pig was enjoying their playful banter, and thus Aiden felt buoyed with confidence enough to take things a step even further. It was as he mentioned the pig's belly that he reached over the side of the pig, tucked both hands under George's plump stomach, and rolled him over briefly without the slightest warning onto his side. He saw George look up in surprise and amusement, beaming from ear to ear, and in that moment he was certain that the pig would respond positively to what he was considering.

He lunged his torso forward, baring his teeth and snapping them loudly together with a deep, hungry growl mere inches away from the quivering flesh of the pig's belly, just a few inches above where the client's towel was draped over their midsection. George thrashed in surprise, and squealed a loud, porcine squeal of shock, but also of uncontrollable loud, joyous laughter. He rolled over onto his back, and both he and the wolf forgot all about the massage they were supposed to be receiving and delivering respectively as they grinned and laughed together.

"Y-you've been waiting for a client just like me, haven't you? Round, a-and soft and... edible. Not like you. Not so big and strong, no claws, no sharp teeth..."

George giggled as he spoke and the wolf loomed over him, holding up his arms with clawed hands outstretched like some kind of horror movie werewolf and baring his teeth for the pig to see. Of course Aiden would never have brought the pig's plump stature into things so overtly on his own, but having been practically given permission by the other man's own teasing comments, he couldn't help but want to play off of them.

"That's right. So nice and soft. But... you could be softer, you know. I don't have to huff and puff and blow your house down right away. I could let you go home, eat some tasty buttery treats to get yourself even more soft and plump and tender for my dinner table."

The pig trembled and laughed, squealing a little more quietly but with every bit as much mirthful delight as the wolf re-lubricated his hands with massage oil and began to rub his exposed stomach and chest, to trace his hands over every inch of the porcine male's rounded, plump front until it was glistening and tingling pleasantly with the sensation of being so tenderly caressed. As the wolf ran his hands over the pig's bare belly and chest, he could feel George's heart thundering beneath his flesh. Similarly, George could see the bashfulness beneath Aiden's eager grin as the wolf caressed and massaged him in a way that probably went against countless rules and regulations both set down by the establishment in which he worked and indeed massage therapist licensing agencies in general. They were both enjoying this as more than just a joke now. More than just a little playful banter between massage therapist and client. The sensible thing would have been to stop, and perhaps to arrange for some sort of after-work meeting where they could hang out and see if this spark between them was something real, or if it was just one of those one-off moments of chemistry that would never be able to be replicated outside of a very particular set of one-time circumstances. The sensible thing would have been for George to just roll over onto his stomach once more, receive the rest of his massage, and when they were done ask Aiden if he'd like to go for a coffee some time.

But, instead...

"Oh please, p-please Mr Wolf... I know I'm ever so plump and tasty, but please... don't eat me!"

...instead, Aiden shuddered as he watched the pig lying before him gaze up at him with a longing, provocative plea, and lick his own pink snout as he trembled in hopeful excitement beneath the wolf's hungry gaze.

"I'm sorry, George, but that's just what wolves like me do. We're the biggest, the baddest... and we live to snack on sweet, cute little piggies like you."

Placing a hand on either side of the massage table, Aiden lowered his head down towards the pig's body, teeth bared, jaws parted, growling savagely beneath every word. Again George let loose a shrill, high pitched squeal. A deliciously primal sound made adorable by the fact that Aiden could see the joy, the excitement and the bashful anticipation upon the pig's features.

"N-no..."

George whimpered as he squirmed and began to move more urgently upon the massage table.

"Yes, George. I'm gonna eat you. Gonna nibble on your ears, feast on your soft belly, gnaw on your trotters."

The pig was blushing, the wolf was panting. They were both trembling with unbearable excitement and amusement, never having dared to face up to and indulge in these stereotypes before in such a taboo, mutually enjoyable manner before. Again George squealed in mock fright, but that squeal was nothing compared to that desperate, mind-bendingly intense and loud squealing that erupted forth from him as Aiden snarled and grabbed at George's plump belly with both clawed hands, not seeking to harm the pig at all but not trying to innocently massage him any more either.

"Gonna eat you up, cutie-pig!"

He snarled as he tickled George's massage oil slickened, tenderised belly with his strong hands.

"Noooooooo!!"

Squealing with uncontrollable laughter, the pig rolled off the massage table and onto his feet. He giggled as he looked over his shoulder, nodding eagerly to the wolf to ensure that Aiden knew he was still more than eager to participate in their little game, and then he ran. He bolted across the room as fast as his hoofed feet could carry him, and squealed in giddy, overwhelmed excitement as with a savage snarl he heard the wolf give chase as the hunt began in earnest.

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Dave was on the way to a massage appointment of his own, beaming as he prepared himself for another enjoyable encounter with Serling, one of his absolute favourite regulars, when he heard something from one of the other massage rooms close by. A shrill, desperate squeal that sounded almost painful, almost terrified. His eyes widened, and his brow furrowed as he heard the piercing porcine squeal once again. He'd heard a lot of sounds come from the many massage suites and different techniques that the Spa offered, but this... this sounded like fear, and that wasn't something that any massage therapist working here should be continuing to provoke from one of their clients.

Hurriedly the tall, broad shouldered stallion stormed his way over to the door through which those squealing cries were continuing to emanate. He grabbed his master keycard from his belt, opened it up, and peered his head inside.

His eyes bulged. Racing around the room, performing hurried circuits of the massage table over and over and over again, two figures chased one another. Aiden was the one giving chase, snarling and snapping his jaws, grinning, laughing as he called out to the other figure in the room, though his words were scarcely audible over the noise escaping the figure whom he was chasing. Dave didn't know who the pig was, though the fact that his body was glistening with massage oil and that a guest towel lay on the floor close by where he was running around suggested that he was the wolf's current client. Now that the door was no longer between them though, Dave could hear that there were actually words within the pig's squeals, and that as shrill and frantic as they were, they weren't actually sounds of terror. They were just such extreme and frantic delight, that their intensity made them sound all but terrified.

"C-chase me!! Catch me! Eat me up you big, bad wolf!!"

The pig squealed as his naked, chubby form fled from the chasing, snarling wolf, and Aiden laughed and barked hungrily back at him in return.

"Here, piggy piggy piggy! Gonna get you! Gonna taste you! Gonna eat you all up!"

How long they'd been at this, Dave couldn't possibly have known. But, it was as he watched that finally one of the wolf's hands swept out and caught the pig's curled tail between its sharply clawed fingers. With a gasp and a genuinely shocked squeal, George faltered as he felt his tail get tugged on, and then... then he was being knocked to the floor as the wolf pounced upon him with a ferocious roar.

They howled with shared laughter as they collapsed together and began to wrestle, to squeal and snarl as they play-fought upon the ground, and then... just as Dave was beginning to back slowly and silently out of the room, knowing that he'd need to have a talk with Aiden later but knowing that there was nothing to be gained by doing so now, he saw the wolf pin the pig helplessly beneath him. He saw Aiden growl tenderly, and George's squeals quieten to a more nervous, bashfully gleeful giggle.

As the door closed, Dave saw Aiden lean down and kiss the pig deeply upon the lips, and in that moment, brief as it was before he could see them no longer, Dave couldn't recall ever seeing someone look as overwhelmed and happy as the plump, trembling pig had looked in that moment.

By Jeeves

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