Full Body Massage 


Mike stood outside the local spa, the building's exterior effortlessly outshining the nearby structures as snow fell against its prestigious facade. “Why am I here?” he muttered, his eyes wandering across the white fur on his paws and the invisible snow that lay upon it.


The arctic fox stood paralyzed, the situation at paw proving as difficult as he had expected when leaving university. "Why did I have to agree!" he cursed, teeth clenched as his blue eyes gazed upon the glamorous double-door entrance.


It wasn’t as if he was about to do anything criminal, not by a long shot. Rather, he was about to walk through those doors and order a massage—a full-body massage. 


He hadn’t even had time to change out of his school uniform or drop off his heavy backpack, as those damn friends of his had dragged him all the way here.


“Could they not have dared me to order any other form of massage?” the tired arctic vulpine sighed, before looking over his shoulder towards his so-called buddies. The bastards were hiding behind a bush, of all things, giving him a thumbs up as he entered.


…..


A burden was lifted as the doors closed, the one-way glass proving a godsend, as the lack of classmates staring him down eased his nerves somewhat.


Inside, a diverse range of species wandered about. He was, of course, among the smallest of furs there, a fact that became evident when he was nearly toppled over by an elephant—the lady noticing him at the last moment.


“I’m so sorry, sir… Say, you look young. Do you need help?”


Mike found the sincerity refreshing yet shocking; he had never been referred to as "sir" by an animal so much bigger than himself.


“Y-yes, where do I order a time?”


With her long snout, she pointed towards the reception desk not far from the double doors. “That desk over there takes both walk-in orders and appointments.” With a hand on his backpack, he was gently pushed forward by the kind lady.


“Emilie, I hope your time in the sauna was to your liking,” the leopard receptionist greeted the elephant lady, her spots just as captivating as the warm smile she gave.


Mike couldn’t help but appreciate her warm personality, as he had expected to be made fun of for going to such a place. While he didn’t want to call it a girls-only place, the fact that he was the only guy at the reception did somewhat confirm his suspicions.


“Oh, Ray, it was most marvelous. But say, could you perhaps help this young gentleman here? It seems to be his first time here.”


“Well, of course.”


With a wave, the elephant lady went about her day, and now Mike stood alone before the leopard. “I, um… Would it be possible to order a full-body massage?”


“Of course. Please insert your credit card, and then I’ll assign you a room and a masseur.”


He could hardly believe how easily she accepted his order. Was there really nothing more to this? Not even a raised eyebrow or a question about his motives? Mike guessed that he likely wasn’t the first youngster to enter, and while they weren’t as judgmental as he had feared, it still left him with some doubt.


“Down the corridor to my left and to room 217, the masseur will be with you shortly.”


…..


Taking off his jacket, shirt, shoes and tight jeans in an empty room and lying on his stomach had been easy enough; he wasn’t a child. 


No, what had been nerve-racking was the waiting. It felt like an eternity before he finally heard the unmistakable sound of someone approaching his designated room.


“Good afternoon, my name is Emma.”


For a second, Mike considered running away before realizing that he lay butt naked beneath the small towel that protected his dignity. Before him stood a carbon copy of his longtime classmate, Sophia, a fellow vulpine he had been attracted to for years.


They shared the same vibrant red and white fur, deep chestnut eyes, and similar build. Even though Sophia wore looser-fitting clothes than the masseuse, he was certain of their resemblance, with Emma proving not overly curvy but still a pretty sight.


If it hadn’t been for the eyebrow ring on her left eye, he would have sworn it was her. That, and Emma seemed older—not by many years, but there was a maturity about her that befitted a real adult, unlike someone like himself who still attended university.


“G-good afternoon… My name is Mike.” The smile she gave him proved almost too much for him, and the blush on his cheeks elicited a giggle from her in turn.


“No need to be so nervous,” she noted before closing the gap. “I’m not sure what you’ve been told, and by whom, about these massages, but for first-timers, it is a bit different.”


“H-how so?”


“Well, first of all, we don’t provide the full course for non-members, meaning no b2b for you, or body-to-body.” The small nod he gave seemed quite sufficient, and faster than he could blink, she had started preparing her tools, ranging from oils and herbs to warm towels.


It took him a second to realize that his fears had been unfounded and that her captivating eyes and lush tail had imprisoned his mind. “I-I’m fine with that,” he answered.


“Good. Please lay still and relax for me.”


He did as told, and upon closing his eyes to rest, he felt her mount the table. He was bigger than her from what he could tell; however, with her now above and behind him, his tail couldn’t help but quiver as nervousness gripped him.


“It’s okay, most furs are nervous their first time.” She pinned his fluffy tail between her legs and positioned herself above his thighs. Mike flinched as her warm, oiled-up paws grazed his back, his fur growing slick as she massaged his muscles.


“Say, what is a young man like you doing in a place like this?” Emma couldn’t help but ask, as it was rare for male furs under 40 to even consider visiting their spa.


“Can you keep a secret?”


“Well, of course, we masseurs take an oath of confidentiality to ensure customer comfort.”


Mike wasn’t sure about believing that, but he found himself drawn to accept her words as she removed the tension in his lower back. “I was dared to come here by my classmates after I… After I failed to get a girlfriend before my best friend.”


“Youngsters,” she muttered. “So you failed to find the one, and so what?”


His head sank into the blanket below as embarrassment swept over him, as that was the worst part of this whole ordeal, because, “I-I did find the one for me, though. A really pretty red fox vulpine… And she’s smart, though shy in the most attractive way imaginable.”


“Oh… S-sorry about my earlier statement then,” she apologized.


“Don’t be, I’m actually glad you asked. It feels good to share this with someone.”


That put the masseur at ease, and she turned around to focus on his legs. “If you don’t mind sharing a little more about your love life, why did you not confess?”


“Please, look at me. I’m not strongly built nor as tall as other vulpines.” He gestured with a paw at his thin arms and scrawny legs. 


“The only good thing about me might just be that I’m passionate about my studies, but that doesn’t really make me stand out.”


Emma had to agree with that first part; Mike wasn’t muscular, indicating a lack of a physically demanding hobby or school activity. Yet she had an idea for how to help this vulpine realize that he was just being too hard on himself.


“You know what I think? I think you just need a little more confidence.” Raising herself from the table, she pulled a phone from the nearby work cart. “Good afternoon to you too, Ray. Say, could you tell Jade to come down to room 217? Yes, we’re giving him the special.” 


“What was that about?”


“Oh, nothing much, young man. I’m simply helping you gain some confidence.” Her warm smirk made his heart skip a beat. How could someone look so much like Sophia?


“Say, could you flip over for me?”


“W-why?!” Mike suddenly felt small and vulnerable. He was butt naked beneath his towel, and her sensual touch had, in the most literal sense, made his blood flow southward.


“Oh, don’t give me that damn look!” She struck a playful posture, unable to stop herself from finding his reaction as cute and adorable as a hedgehog curling up when surprised. “I’m sure your friends told you how a full-body massage works, so you knew this could happen.”


“B-but I thought you weren’t gonna do a b2b?”


“And I’m not, but that still means I need to massage your front,” Emma countered.


Mike couldn’t argue against Emma’s statement and slowly turned over with a blush on his cheeks, one that shone so strongly it was visible through his white fur. Upon lying on his back, the sound of a door flinging open was heard, but it wasn’t the sound of the big door.


Looking down with a raised eyebrow, Mike made eye contact with a small mouse lady who wore a uniform similar to the one Emma had on. She had brown fur and large eyes, her smile as noteworthy as her energetic personality as she quickly approached the table.


“So, this young lad is the lucky fur then, hm?” Her accent was profound enough to make Mike wonder how old she was, or perhaps rather where she was from, as the mouse had a playful way of twisting the words—perhaps a southern drawl?


“Indeed he is, Miss Jade. And one more thing.” The vulpine leaned down and whispered something. The mouse lady did seem invested, which made the arctic fox feel a little nervous. What on earth were they chatting about?!


“Well, I’m all in, little Emma. Let's get this show on the road!” 


With speed befitting a larger animal, Jade rushed onto the table, and the towel protecting his dignity transitioned into past tense as it vanished within the blink of an eye. His paws shot up, but Emma wasn’t having any of it and pinned his arms in place with little effort.


“Not bad, not bad,” Jade mused as she inspected the task at hand. He wasn’t the largest vulpine, but that hardly mattered; his red rockets seemed quite sufficient from what the mouse could tell. However, what lay beneath was another story.


“IEEEP!” Mike felt a sudden weight place itself upon his kit makers, his member twitching instinctively as she used his knot to support herself.


“Emma, my dear, have you ever seen a pair quite like these?” 


“Can’t say I have, Miss Jade. They’re quite impressive.” The vulpines locked eyes, Emma’s chestnut orbs holding Mike prisoner while she softly whispered that last part one more time. Mike, on his end, was close to fainting, as he couldn’t help but imagine Sophia above him.


He wasn’t sure what would happen first—would he burst below, faint, or perhaps his heart would stop altogether from just how fast it was beating? Whatever was to come didn’t matter to the masseurs, though, as they continued with the massage.


“The epididymis on these beauties is grotesque,” Miss Jade exclaimed, her small hands inspecting the scrotum surrounding her patient's kit makers. The skin was thin, and the veins below showed themselves beautifully against it. 


“I’m sorry, what is grotesque?” Mike found himself pulled away from the entrancing sight of Emma, raising an eyebrow as he looked down at the mouse.


“The epididymis? It’s where your cum is stored, my dear lad.” She gave the bulging parts a squeeze, and the vulpine almost threw her off as he jolted. “You really should find some source of release; it’s not healthy to store up so much sperm.”


His ears lowered against his head. “I know.”


“It’s good that you agree, but I also have to note how your cremaster muscles are too tense for a lad of your size.” The look she received from the larger fur was one of confusion—innocent confusion, she noted.


Feeling it was her duty to respond to his thoughtful gaze, she continued. “It’s the muscle that raises, lowers, and helps regulate the temperature of these grotesque beauties.”


“I… I see.” Mike didn’t know what to say; he felt like a fish out of water. This day was turning into one hell of a rollercoaster ride, and things were only getting more and more confusing.


“Don’t sound so moody; we’ll help you with those issues in a heartbeat.” And so they did, with Miss Jade’s small hands slowly massaging his nuts while Emma massaged his arms and stomach, while his red rocket was left to twitch feverishly as arousal swept over him.


He felt awkward simply lying there, yet his heart calmed as their supportive words sank in. He had never seen himself as endowed; at times, he had thought himself petite since he didn’t have other male vulpines to compare himself to.


“Mmmmm, that feels good,” Mike blurted, as Miss Jade reached places he didn’t know were possible. The feeling of his blue balls being kneaded made him purr, while he felt his nerves increasingly stand on end, the experience edging him closer to completion.


“There, that should help with your blood flow,” Miss Jade announced while panting for air, as the two hills she walked on had provided her with quite the task.


“Emma, could you get the ring and come help me out?”


The lady, who looked deceptively like Sophia, stopped kneading his shoulders and left her patient for a moment. Mike barely registered it as he rested peacefully on the table. It was only when he felt her claw poke at his thigh that he opened his ocean-blue eyes.


“For this part, we do need spoken consent, so if you could lend us an ear for a moment, that would be great,” Miss Jade explained, gesturing towards the open ring that Emma held.


“O-Okay?”


With a smile, the mouse continued, “Your cremaster muscles are too tense; even after the massage, they won’t stretch.” She pointed towards Emma. “We suggest that you wear this ball stretching ring for a week to fix the issue.”


“Alright… But why did you need my consent?”


“Because we need to stretch your cords, of course. Emma, if you could.”


Mike didn’t know what to expect, but having his balls pulled aggressively wasn’t on his bingo card. Pain and, weirdly, also pleasure shot up through his spine, his erection twitching violently as he felt himself pushed towards an edge.


“Oh no you don't!” Emma uttered as Mike’s cords contracted. 


With a paw on his knot, she pulled, forcing those arctic fox nuts far enough away for Miss Jade to click the ring on. The masseurs felt victorious, and in Emma's moment of triumph, she accidentally squeezed Mike’s knot for all it was worth.


“ARGH!” 


Spurt after spurt of pent-up vulpine batter shot out from Mike’s member, body quivering as a forced orgasm swept over him. 


The arctic fox felt his nuts empty for the first time in months, and was unable to hold onto consciousness as the tight feel of his balls struggling against the ring knocked him out.


…..


“Hope you don’t mind, but we cleaned you up while you were gone,” Miss Jade said.


“And we also got you dressed, in case you would be in a hurry,” Emma added from behind the mouse. Mike found it cute, and could spot a small blush adorning her vulpine  face as he rubbed the sleep out of his drowsy eyes.


“Thanks… Can I go about my day now?” He wasn’t sure if the massage was over, but he felt like it was as he moved his body; his muscles felt much more relaxed than before.


“Yes,” Miss Jade assured him, as Mike stood up and put on his jacket.


“But before you leave, just know that you’ve got it in you. No need to be shy!” Emma shouted, waving at the white-furred vulpine as he went about his day.


“And remember to return the ring in a week!” Miss Jade shouted.


*****


After work had ended, Miss Jade and Emma found themselves visiting a local café, enjoying a warm cup of hot chocolate as they discussed the day's drama.


“So, would you say things went according to plan?” Miss Jade asked.


“I don’t know, but I hope my little sister won’t be too surprised when he asks her out,” Emma sighed, unsure if she had gone overboard with boosting her sister's crush's self-confidence.


“The lad has nothing to be ashamed of, and asking out one lady can’t possibly be more nerve-wracking than being massaged by two older ladies at once.”


The two shared a look before bursting into laughter. Mike really had been a sweetheart, though there was still one unknown for her future self.


“Do you think things will get awkward when he realizes I’m Sophia’s big sister?”


“High risk, high reward. Simply make sure to remind him about the confidentiality when he finds out and then forget about it,” Miss Jade advised.


“You’re right, to the future happy couple,” Emma raised her cup.


“To the future happy couple,” Miss Jade echoed, and the two toasted to a job well done. 


FIN