Hot stuff in a spa! 

The gryphon Con looked skeptically at the sign above the non descript building.  "Snuffie's Spa, where your final rest will be most comfortable."  The gryphon had always thought snuff was intruiging, but was suprised to find someplace this open about such a dark kink.  Of course he had to take a closer look.

The reception wasn't anything special, a simple little reception desk, behind which a bored little dragon girl gave a wave.  "Hi, welome to the Snuffie's Spa, would this be your first time?"

"Um,  yeah, and er, is that just, the owner's ... name?" The gryphon inquired as he looked over the bored looking girl. She wore a simple swimsuit to show off her lean and curvy form, but otherwise, the reception desk could have been anywhere.  Perhaps an excercise club, as he could hear a few hints of grunts and clatter of something.  Maybe weights, or maybe something more erotic.

"Oh no, this is a club to enjoy the death of others sexually, and a spa as well of course.  For the use of volunteers or those who'd rather just watch.  There's no pressure to perform here."  The dragon calmly answered, as if reciting a memo hidden away somewhere.

Con was a bit less nonchalant, fluffing up at the casualness of her answer "and to volunteer...?" He tried to ask just as casually, but the cracking of his voice and tremble in his chest caused the dragon to smirk.

"Just sign these forms and enter the left door.  You don't even have to perform today, just whenever you've decided to go through with the *ahem* performance."  The dragon rifled through a stack of forms to place one out in front of the gryphon.  He looked through the boilerplate legalese, albeit one that spelled out "you will die here, deal with it" in as boring and long winded way as possible.

"Well, you know what they say..." he was cut off from his YOLO answer by the yawning dragoness even as he signed his name to get himself killed.  The signature ended more like a scribble with his shaking hands, and he wondered if it would even pass as his signature in the court of law.  The dragoness didn't even bat an eye, handing him a little club card of a vivid white skull on black on a lanyard.  "Just wear this and enjoy yourself!"  She hummed cheerfully even as she went back to flipping through a swimsuit magazine.

Well, this was not quite as much gravitas as Con expected for such a choice, but he didn't mind.  Curiousity and nervousness took turns battling in his mind as he opened the door, noticing there wasn't even a marking or warning to signify his fate.  The light beyond brighter within as he looked over where he would die.

The next room was, well, a foyer to a spa it seemed.  The room was a basic locker room and bathroom setup, tiled floors and soft lights and a multitude of benches.  The spa itself was shown through large windows, letting him see a large set of mudbaths just off to the left.  While further down there was signage that there was a sauna to the right.  It was, kind of disappointing at first glance.  A sign on the door read "No clothes allowed inside, please just wear your membership cards only."  Con shrugged and decided, that, well, when in Rome, he should strip naked apparently.

Con had to take a few minutes of deep breaths to will his arousal back down once he got his clothes off.  He didn't want to show he was that interested, but those mud baths.  Well, they got him shivering.  Especially, wait, was the one on the end bubbling and splashing?  He found himself half naked, staring as he watched a subtle series of bubbles and splashes well up from the big mud bath.  Then it went silent.  So much for hiding his arousal upon entrance.  Did a tail peek out from the mud briefly?

This got him out of clothes quicker, and he tried to do his best to act cool and calm to investigate further.  Ah!  There was a tag set above the end of the pool, and yes, a splash and a large flutter of bubbles.  Then that pool was so serene and still.   The gryphon's knees shook a bit as he realized what was happening.  While a bunny guy with a big 'assistant' tag looked him over, "fancy a full body dip like the raccoon, mmm?"

"Oh, well, um...  . Yes.  Yes I would!"  The mud looked so warm, and thick, and gushy.  Just viscous enough to smoothly engulf whatever was placed within it's heated surface.  Con blushed more as his arousal spoke lengths of his thoughts, as the bunny smiled and lifted Con's little club tag to place on a pole at the end of it.  Perhaps like a grave marker he realized as he looked over the raccoon's tag on the pole besides his.

Then the bunny helped con step into the mud 'bath'.  It was so warm, almost aching hot against his fur.  And just as smooth and slimy as he had dreamed of.  The gryphon was carefully guided to sit back as he half heard instructions from the spa assistant.  Something about fastening belts... hmm, yes, he felt them.  Sliding one over his lap like a seatbelt, as he felt blindly about with his feet for the loops to wiggle his toes through.  It took a bit to find where to clasp that chest belt.

The gryphon pondered how this would work as his hands slid through loops at his sides.  Lets see, there'd be a loop around his chest... he felt all the smooth, leathery loops tug!  Oh!  This was it!  His arousal jutted just out of the mud for a moment as he felt himself pulled back.  Steadily forced to lay back.  More and more as the platform sank down.  The heat oozing up like molten chocolate as it kissed his cheeks.  Eyes closing as he let that liquid heat relax him, even as he heart pounded at the realization of what was next as his arousal disappeared in the mire.

The embrace of mud was smooth and steady.  A last, deep intake of breath as mud slurped into his ears.  And a tremble in his loins that this was his last breath to take.  The firm, stern tug of leather pulled him under into the hot sticky mire.  He felt a last padded cuff tug over his forehead, and a faint sinking feeling.  He had been pulled under into the mud bath just as the raccoon near him had.  The gooey warm mud begging to fill his lungs already as he wriggled in his blind and bound state, just a marker to signify where Con had disappeared into.

The grip on his wrists, legs chest and head was firm and secure.  Keeping him from hurting himself in thrashing. Just enugh slack to get  a little wriggly jerking going.  Enough to make little splashes above him and give a little show, the thought of this made Con's loins ache so needfully.  As his lungs tingled, then began to ache.  That mud bath was quite persistant in it's want to fill gryphon lungs.  And he gave into those urgent little jerks, a few furs about watching the subtle show he gave in that muddy embrace.

The doomed male saw stars as he clenched his eyes shut more.  His head pounded, his lungs burned.  His body ached in reflexive jerks, straining himself and making him jerk at the straps that held him under the heat of the mud.  But he wanted to hold back as he felt that hot twitch in his lap.  His arousal aching with lusts just as bad as his brain's begging for life giving air his beak would never touch anymore.

GllBLURRB!  Con's lungs emptied with a powerful cry, unheard but to himself.  The realization of this pushing his lap over the edge as he gulped down mud with greedy, deep heaves of his chest.  It was so thick, hot, making him cough and sputter as he thrashed in the throes of pain and pleasure.  A dying climax unseen but for a few splashes and a flurry of bubbles.  And perhaps an occasional flick of his tufted tail.  He was drowning in mud, hot and slimy as it filled his chest, feeling so heavy, assuring him of his fatal situation.

His chest rose and fell as the last coughing bubbles escaped.. just thick slimy mud to breathe in and fill his lungs.  A wheezy struggle to draw the gooey material in and out.  But it felt so wonderful passing his tongue and filling his throat.  His eyes rolled back and relaxed as his climax faded.  Feeling blissful, so warm and relaxed as sparkles danced and filled his vision with glorious light.  Heaven under a foot of mud as he felt his worries fade away.

Maybe his boss was right, and he just needed to visit a spa and relax.  After all, he had nothing left to worry about as that sparkling light in his vision consumed his consciousness.  A final smile as his consciousness faded, his only wish he could savor the heat and gooey feeling in his lungs longer.  Just his final faint twitches left as the surface of the mud grew still.  Only the most experienced voyeurs would notice the subtle ripples now and then from the dying gryphon's final moments.  The only evidence he was even there was tag displayed to show that the mud bath was 'in use'.  

Con would be left for the cleanup crew overnight, who always were amused by the smiles worn by those they would unearth from the slimy morass.