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This story was written for Kemper. It contains solo and M/F sexual acts involving consenting adults. <3

[center][b][u]One Lucky Winner[/u][/b][/center]

"Hello sir, how can we help you today?"

Kemper blushed as he approached the spa's reception desk, the sabretoothed cat feeling immensely out of his element as he listened to the gentle background music, the tinkling of a nearby indoor fountain and felt his nose being filled by the soft, floral scents of perfumed oils. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, and momentarily considered simply turning and walking back out of the large glass doors. After all, just because he had won this prize didn't mean [i]he[/i] had to be the one to use it. Anyone could use the gift certificate now it was in his possession. Willow. Kylani. Hell, he could just sell it online and make a hundred bucks or so while still giving whoever was buying it a substantial discount.

"Sir? Is everything okay?"

The black and white spotted feline jumped slightly, and apologised as he realised he'd just been standing and staring as he became lost in his thoughts.

"Sorry. I guess this place is already having an effect on me. I... uh... I have this."

He blushed towards the raven sitting behind a smooth white wooden counter that served as the spa's first point of welcome, and handed over the certificate. She regarded it for just a moment, the feathers upon her head ruffling their red dyed tips slightly, and then looked up at him with a beaming beaked smile.

"Ah, Mr Fang. We have your treatment room already set up. Congratulations on the contest win!"

Kemper smiled and nodded in gratitude, but didn't mention that the contest he had won to end up here was one which he had absolutely no memory of ever having entered. At first he'd been certain that it was just some sort of scam, but after telling Willow about it, then Kylani, the two of them had convinced him that it seemed legit. And indeed, standing here now, it did seem all too real. Almost real enough in fact to put aside Kemper's worries over the certain... [i]reputation[/i] he'd read about this spa having in certain circles online. Rumours that it was all some front for a much more [i]intimate[/i] and much less strictly legal form of massage therapy spa, with treatments that included all the happy endings a customer could desire.

Now that he was standing here though, looking around at the fancy décor and the smartly dressed staff, not to mention the few very prim, proper looking clients he had seen wandering through the reception area in lush white cotton robes and matching slippers, he was beginning to feel rather silly for ever being so concerned. Especially for putting stock in internet rumours. After all, surely if a place this large and well known in the area operated while offering secret sexual services to its clients, it would only be a matter of time before someone said something to the wrong person and the whole operation was shut down by the police.

Thus the sabretooth male allowed himself to be led out of the reception area by the red and black raven, smiling politely as she gestured to and explained some of the other treatments he might be able to enjoy if he decided to come back for another visit after his first, free experience. Before long though they ended up at their destination, a room whose door appeared to be constructed from slats of bamboo, and upon entering whose interior was decked out in a definite Eastern inspired theme. Standing there in the room, beside a long, black massage table with a surface that was curved and indented in a way that at first didn't make sense to Kemper, was a woman in pale lavender coloured scrubs similar those those one might have expected to find at a hospital. She smiled warmly, and without a word the raven departed, leaving Kemper alone with the otter as she gestured towards the table by her side.

"Mr Fang, correct?"

She spoke in a voice that sang with a slight French accent, her every word soft and lilting. Kemper didn't know why exactly, but it set him instantly at ease. He smiled, nodded, and as he stepped towards the woman and the table addressed her in return.

"Yeah, but call me Kemper, please. And, uh... before we get started, I should let you know that I'm not really used to all this. Getting massaged and stuff, that is. So, I'm afraid you might have to walk me through how this goes."

The otter smiled, not looking the slightest bit put out by the request. If anything she seemed to gain an extra spring in her step as he asked for her assistance, becoming more animated and her voice shifting up a small amount in its pitch.

"Of course. Well, I do hope I can ensure that your first time with us is a pleasant experience. It's all pretty simple, really. All you need to do is disrobe, lie down on the table, and after that it's my job to make [i]you[/i] feel relaxed. We might take a bit of time together to figure out what style of massage you are best suited for, if you prefer a firmer or more gentle technique for example, but your only job is to let me know how something feels. If it's pleasant, say so. And if it's not, please feel free to tell me, so we can change things up."

While Kemper did listen to the entirety of the otter's explanation, there was one particular part which his mind replayed to him once it was over. Again, and again, each time making his face glow brighter red beneath its dark fur. He turned away from the otter, looking at the table. The first thing he noticed on closer observation was that it was less a table and more a block, its sides solid with no gaps or drawers on the sides he could see to indicate anything within its interior. Once his gaze rose up however, at the curves and ridges upon the top of the table, Kemper suddenly realised why it was formed the way it was formed. He groaned bashfully.

"D-disrobe..."

There was a gap at the top of the table, a gap that would allow his head to rest in a more cushioned space without having to bend his neck at any odd or relaxation-preventing angle. There was a gentle curve along the table's length to allow his body to rest comfortably, providing a slightly deeper indent for his hips and to allow his knees to bend slightly in a more natural, relaxed state. And in the middle of the table, at one specific point in particular, there was a larger indentation that seemed to go almost all the way down to the base of the table. A bowl shaped recess that Kemper now realised was made to comfortably house one particular area of his anatomy.

"...so, I... I have to be... uh, n-naked?"

It was obvious that the otter was experienced as a masseur, for she didn't react with the slightest embarrassment or concern at the male's question. She simply smiled reassuringly, and shook her head.

"You don't [i]have[/i] to be anything, Kemper. We can provide you with a towel if you wish, to cover yourself. Or alternatively you can leave your underwear on, though I wouldn't recommend that simply because it would limit where I could apply the oils without risking them becoming stained. Whatever you decide, I assure you I am a professional. Nothing I see, nothing that happens in this room will leave these walls through any talking other than your own. All that I want is to see you leaving here more relaxed and contented than when you entered."

Again Kemper blushed, and this time nodded with bashful gratitude, feeling silly at having ever voiced those worries. No, this wasn't something he had done before. But the feline male wasn't ashamed of his body, and he definitely didn't believe that nudity itself was inherently sexual. If this woman before him now was a professional, and it seemed pretty obvious from what she'd said and done thus far that she was, he felt it was only right to trust in her abilities and follow her suggestions.

"It's... it's fine. I'll, uh... I'll disrobe fully. Do you have somewhere to do that?"

The otter nodded, and gestured to a rear corner of the room where there was a lacquer-painted screen behind which stood a small box in which folded clothes could be placed. She left Kemper there to remove his clothes, and when a minute or so later the sabretoothed male stuck his head out, cheeks flushed beneath his dark fur, he was glad to see that the masseur was on the far side of the room gathering together her oils and other such items necessary for the upcoming massage. She didn't look at him, but must have by some sixth sense felt his eyes upon her, for just seconds later she called to him across the room, gesturing without looking towards the table.

"If you would like to lie down and get yourself comfortable, I'll be right with you."

Kemper did so, darting rather rapidly across the room even though he kept telling himself he had no reason to be embarrassed. His body was bare but un-aroused as was only right given the entirely professional circumstance, and the otter wasn't even looking in his direction. He did blush brighter still however when the time came for him to scramble up onto the massage table, and he found himself manoeuvring his sheath and balls into that bowl-like recess manually, scooting left a little, back a little, then just the tiniest bit right to get himself ideally and most comfortably situated.

Once there of course, embarrassing or not, Kemper could not deny that it was indeed incredibly comfortable to just lie down flat upon the curved table. It fit the profile of his body so perfectly it was almost like it had been custom made for him. He peered down towards the room's smooth wooden floor, his head supported and cradled within the hollow carved out at the front end of the table, and even in the thirty seconds or so that passed before he heard the otter's padding footsteps approach he swore that his eyes began to grow heavy with sleepy, utterly placid comfort. He was almost entirely able to forget his nudity and thus his exposed rear end as the otter set her tray of oils and other accoutrements down close by. Indeed it was only when she reached out and touched him that Kemper seemed to remember he wasn't just meant to lie here and chill out.

He said nothing, and beyond an initial murmur of her plans, a simple massage beginning with the shoulders to gauge his level of comfort, neither did the otter. Kemper closed his eyes, let his breathing grow shallow and regular, and just lay there in wonder as he asked himself why the heck he'd been so reluctant at first... not to mention why he'd never had a massage before. As soon as the rich scent of the oils began to spread through the air around him, as soon as the oil's contact with his skin began a pleasant, cool tingling, and when the otter's fingers began to press and probe at his exposed flesh, gently at first but slowly growing more firm and active, he was hooked. He could already see himself coming back here for another appointment. [i]Paying[/i] for this treatment again, never mind if this had been meant as a one time thing to cash in on this unexpected windfall of a prize.

"A-ah..."

The feline male gasped and tensed as the otter's touch hit a nerve or something that made his whole torso spasm, but a moment or so later he felt something seem to [i]let go[/i] inside him, and barely held back a follow-up moan of pure pleasure. Kemper had given and received back rubs before, but all those times he'd seen massages performed on TV shows and stuff where they made it sound like some miracle cure for aches and pains, he'd kind of scoffed. But now, no longer. He lay there, shuddering and fighting back gasp after gasp as tension he didn't realise he had been carrying was melted away by the at times rather rough pressure applied by the otter's palms and fingertips. For every jolt of pain or elongated moments of discomfort however, immense relief always followed.

All concept of time swiftly went sailing clean out of Kemper's mind, and there came moments when he wasn't sure if he'd been lying down with his eyes shut for just a few seconds, or if he'd dozed off and had been lying there indulging in this oh so pleasant treatment for many minutes. Hell, for as far as he knew it could have been entire hours. He was so relaxed there were moments when he almost forgot about the otter's presence even though her hands were in near constant contact with his torso, occasionally moving across his legs and arms but always returning to the centre of his body. So calm and laid back in his peaceful daze that the sabretooth couldn't think of anything which could possibly have lifted him out of that restful reverie.

That fact remained true right up to the moment when he felt a cool, damp nose press itself up against the hanging weight of his balls.

He tensed, gasped, and his eyes widened suddenly. From close by, still standing and massaging him as though entirely unaware of whatever it was the sabretooth was feeling, the otter murmured calmly.

"I'll ease off a little there. Sorry if that was a bit sore."

Kemper had no words to respond though. What the heck was he supposed to say? That it was okay, she didn't have to worry about her touch being too rough, it was actually him imagining his balls were being sniffed that had made him jerk out of his apparently dream-state. Before he could chide his imagination any further though, he tensed again, and barely restrained a yelp of pleasure as he felt the undeniable and definitely not fantasised sweep of a warm, wet tongue against the tip of his sheath's opening. He shuffled, squirmed ever so slightly upon the table, and in doing so realised something rather strange. No longer were his balls resting upon the base of the table, in their little carved out trough of space. They were hanging. Dangling. The thin layer of tabletop beneath them had been slipped surreptitiously away and all of a sudden his genitalia were exposed to... god, he didn't even know what. Or who. Or where. Or [i]anything[/i].

Whoever it was down below the obviously hollow table though, they didn't seem to mind that he and they were strangers. They didn't seem to mind that he had been entirely unprepared and unaware of what they had planned. Again he felt that nose nuzzling and sniffing at his balls, and bit down on his bottom lip hard as a longer and rougher tongue than the first flicked out and teased at the short, neatly trimmed fur upon his testicles. The tongue upon his sheath was joined by a pair of lips, and as they kissed at the furred pocket a hand smooth and gentle in its contact seemed to grasp and begin squeezing at his sheath.

Kemper didn't know what to say or do. If he pulled away now, if he told the masseur or those assailing him from below that he didn't want this... well, firstly what the hell was he supposed to do, just lie back and ask for a [i]normal[/i] massage from this obviously very specialist massage parlour? And secondly, how was he supposed to tell them that he didn't want this, when shocking and unexpected as it was he could already feel his sheath thickening and his cock beginning to swell from within. He might not have expected or intended for this to happen, but now that it was... the feline couldn't help but find himself thinking just how [i]hot[/i] it was.

"A-aah..."

Barely a minute had passed before the first overtly and obviously sexual, longing moan escaped Kemper's lips. He tensed suddenly in its aftermath, and even began to raise and turn his head, ready to make up [i]some[/i] excuse to the otter as to why he had just made that sound. An excuse that didn't include a warm pair of lips wrapped around his swelling cock, suckling on and pleasuring him while another's hand and muzzle toyed with and tended to his balls. As soon as he saw the otter's face though, smiling down at him not with confusion of distress but knowing reassurance, he just groaned again and laid himself all the way back down.

She knew.

Of course she knew. How could she not.

"Just relax, Kemper. Relax, and let me... let [i]us[/i] do our job. Just a little longer and you'll be so calm. So at peace. Every tense, [i]stiff[/i] part of your body soothed and satisfied. Doesn't that sound good?"

The sabretooth male shuddered and growled wordlessly, and the otter giggled.

"I know it can be a bit... surprising the first time around. But trust me when I say our selection process for inviting new clients is... [i]very[/i] selective. We were well informed that you would be receptive, so, I hope that you don't consider this an overstep of any boundaries."

For the first time since she had began her massage that infinite amount of time ago, the otter's paws left Kemper's body for longer than it took to re-apply the oil to her fingertips or whatever broad area she was seeking to work on. He heard the sound of fabric upon fur moving and shuffling slightly. He heard the otter laugh softly to herself once more, and then, with his eyes half-open as he shuddered and panted at the continued blow-job and ball-fondling going on below the table, he saw her body moving around to the head of the table before him.

Where before there had been lavender scrubs, there was now only brown fur; soft, fluffy, and very nude indeed. The otter reached out, lifting his arms from where they were resting at Kemper's sides, and drew them out towards herself. She encircled them around her slender hips, and placed the trembling, open palms of the sabretooth's paws upon her bare rump. Her legs were spread slightly more than seemed necessary to keep her stance stable, and from where Kemper's head was at rest he had the perfect view of her plump pubic mound, the trimmed fur that coated it, and the warm, slightly glistening pink of her flushed outer lips.

"As I said... we don't wish to overstep our boundaries. But we should be very clear, you are free to stop, or free to seek [i]more[/i]. All we ask is that you ask, or let us take the lead. Our job is to relax you, to [i]know[/i] and guess where necessary what will best calm you down."

Kemper groaned as the mouth wrapped around his cock suckled harder, and the hand upon his balls squeezed a little more firmly.

"I... [i]ah[/i]... I d-don't feel relaxed right now."

The otter smirked, rolling her hips so that she pressed her ass back into the sabretooth's grasp.

"Well, let's see what we can do about that, hmm?"

She began to massage Kemper's shoulders again, but now each time her hands pressed forward and down into his flesh the otter was rocking back and forth upon the balls of her feet. She was pressing her ass repeatedly back against Kemper's hands, and it wasn't long before he found himself instinctively squeezing at her plump cheeks. It was bizarre to say, but the action was oddly relaxing in combination with the massage. Like squeezing a stress ball at your desk at work, only... well, decidedly more sexual and thus appealing in its nature.

It wasn't too long before Kemper's growls and moans were joined by soft gasps from the otter. The male's cheeks burned brighter and brighter still when he found himself catching sight of little rivulets running down the insides of the female's water-resistant furred thighs. It was obvious now that his arousal was having an effect upon her, and just a few short minutes later, as Kemper's fully engorged erection was having its swelling knot kissed and licked by both the mouths hidden away below, he growled happily when the otter made a [i]suggestion[/i] regarding how he could further relax himself.

She didn't speak a word while doing so, but spread her legs apart wider still, plucked one of his hands away from her ass, and instead pressed its outstretched fingers rather urgently between her glistening, dripping pussy's own lips.

"O-oohhhh Kemper... r-relax with us..."

[i]Then[/i] she moaned, she called out long and low and desperate in tone, rising up on her tip-toes and pushing herself down in a rapid rhythm against the male's slowly exploring fingers. Her hands were no longer massaging him, just clutching at his back, at his shoulders for her own support. But that didn't matter. His body was slick with oil, relaxed and soothed by her prior massaging efforts, and now it fell to other areas to complete his relaxation.

"Oh. [i]Oh[/i]. Y-yes... just like... a-aahhh... just like that..."

The sabretooth purred loudly as his fingers became more active in their responsive touches to the masseur. He grazed her clit with his thumb as two fingers probed deeper, rubbing at the outer wall of her depths and finding that raised, textured flesh of her g-spot in short order. The otter's writhing hips were a blur before him as he felt his own cock being squeezed by smooth, surely furless fingers. As he felt his knot dripping with the saliva of the mouth and muzzle licking, kissing, nuzzling at it with all the eagerness they could muster. He swore that over his own moans and those of the otter before him he could hear other sounds of pleasure. More moans, feminine, muffled but somehow familiar.

Kemper knew that he was doomed, his sanity at least, when the mouths attacking his cock divided their attention once more. The muzzle, long and with a rougher, thicker tongue to accompany it, engulfed the length of his knotted member, while the owner of the mouth, now almost certainly human in Kemper's mind despite her remaining unseen, combined her efforts in both licking [i]and[/i] squeezing his now wholly engorged knot with one of her hands. It was a matter of time now, seconds rather than minutes, before the inevitable. Before his time on the massage table came to its climax, and him along with it.

He lay there, being milked and suckled upon from below and busily fingering his writhing, gasping masseur who had triumphantly succeeded in making him forget all the worries and nerves he had possessed upon first entering this building, until neither one of them could last a moment longer. He watched, groaning loudly, as the otter's tail whipped out behind herself and her back arched, hips thrusting forward and pressing his fingers deeper inside of her own suddenly convulsing, quivering pussy. A cry of bliss echoed out around the room, and as before his glazed but eagerly wide eyes the otter began to trickle and gush her orgasmic juices over Kemper's hand and her own visibly quivering thighs, the sabretooth's own body finally reached the point of no return.

His soothed, massaged and oiled up body tensed for one final and pivotal moment, and then with a mewling roar of such free and unabashed force that it shocked even him Kemper began to cum. He'd never felt an orgasm like it, tense as one's body always was in the throes of such extreme pleasure, but superbly loose and relaxed. He could [i]feel[/i] himself cumming in muscles, in places that he'd never really recognised were capable of such sensation before, and all the while the muzzle wrapped around his shaft was gulping and slurping at his offering, while the hand and lips upon his knot milked and squeezed every drop possible into the other stranger's waiting gullet.

Never before had Kemper felt so drained as he did in the wake of that orgasm. After the shuddering, the gasping for air, the surges of intense pleasure were over. After he was done cumming down the unknown throat and feeling his knot throb in the grasp of his unseen benefactors, and after he was done driving the otter before him to her own shuddering, squirting peak. He was exhausted. Lying flat against the table, utterly spent, and more relaxed than he had felt in weeks... months, even.

He groaned happily as the otter leaned over after pulling away from his dripping fingers, took his face in her hands, tilted it ever so slightly upward, and kissed him fondly upon the lips.

"How do you feel?"

She asked with a weary, knowing smile. He just moaned once again, and she giggled, nodding.

"Mmmhmm. That's what I thought. Well, let's get you..."

Her cheeks flushed, and she slightly shifted her choice of words.

"Lets get ourselves cleaned up, and then we can go see about booking you in for another session some time soon, hmm?"

Kemper vaguely recalled a time when he had been unsure about this whole activity. When he'd been tempted to leave, or to fob this prize off on someone else rather than accept it for himself. He recalled thinking that if they tried to use this freebie as a chance to get him on board more permanently, they'd be kidding themselves.

And now, as he lay there and felt one final trickle of residual seed dribbling out of his cock while two warm tongue gently licked his member clean, he could only grin as he nodded to the otter.

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Back at the front desk some twenty minutes later, Kemper was shocked, but delighted, to find out that he already had another appointment booked the following week. Not only booked, but fully paid for. The otter, whose name he had finally gleaned as they walked back to the front desk together and chatted more casually, seemed equally glad. Emily walked him to the front door, giggling as she confessed she hoped he'd ask specifically for her again for his next session, and waved as he stepped out into the warm afternoon sunlight.

He sighed happily, feeling so content. So relaxed. So satisfied, more so than his sexual release alone could ever have achieved.

And then he heard voices. Giggling, laughing, calling out to him across the spa's car park.

There, approaching as though they had been waiting for him to emerge, were Kylani and Willow. They cuddled him from either side, the blue furred sabretoothed feline stealing the first kiss and Willow following up with a lengthier, deeper smooch soon after. Before either of them could say a word though, Kemper's eyes widened.

They widened as he tasted something upon their lips.

Their tongues.

He looked at each of them in turn as they looked back at him, smirking, fighting to hold back as reality dawned upon the male.

Two mouths. One muzzled, one not. One furred, one smooth skinned.

And then, from behind him, a third call.

All three of them turned, and there, leaning out of the spa's front door, was Emily.

"Same time next week, Willow? Ky? That cool with you ladies too?"

They all nodded, giggling madly as Kemper just stared in wonder, and without another word they began to lead Kemper away. Back to the car, then back home.

They knew their man was already relaxed and sated by his oh so pleasant full service massage, but [i]they[/i] had only had their own fingers to attend to them underneath the table. Soon it would be them who needed help relaxing and soothing [i]their[/i] desires and needs. And while they didn't have a masseur on hand to deliver those treatments, the two ladies did have one lucky winner of the opportunity to play that role right there in their midst.

By Jeeves

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