Hot stuff in a spa!

A  relaxing mud bath

The gryphon looked skeptically at the sign above the non descript building.  "Snuffie's Spa, where your final rest will be comfortable."  The idea had been intruiging, but really, this open about it.  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 snuff 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, there was a few hints of grunts and clatter of something.  Maybe weights.

"Oh no, this is a club to enjoy the death of others sexually, and a spa 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.

The gryphon 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 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 windedly as possible.

"Well, you know what they say..." he was cut off from his YOLO answer by the yawning dragoness even as he tried to sign his name.  It ended more like a scribble and shaking of hands made him wonder 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 with a vivid white skull on black plastic "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 the gryphon expected for such a choice, but he didn't mind.  Curiousity and nervousness took turns battling in his mind as he opened the door, not even a marking or warning to signify his fate.  The light beyond brighter as he saw where he would die.

It was a spa pretty much, a big set of mud pools on the left.  Showers in front, and a sign signifying a sauna to the right.  There was a doorway outside, but first he found himself facing a plexiglass door.  Signage was taped up "Please, no clothes allowed in the spa, just your membership cards can be worn inside." Well, if in rome, he supposed he should strip down.

He had to take a few minutes of deep breaths to will his arousal back down.  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.  He swears he saw a tail peek out.

This got him out of clothes quicker, and he tried to do his best to act cool to investigate.  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 entered.  He blushed more as his arousal spoke lengths of his thoughts, as the bunny smiled and lifted his little club tag to place on a pole at the end of it.  Perhaps like a grave marker he realized.

Then he helped the gryphon step in.  It was so warm, almost aching hot.  And just as smoothly slimy as he dreamed of.  Carefully guided to sit back as he half heard instructions.  Something about fastening belts... hmm, yes, he felt them.  Sliding one over his lap, as he felt blindly about with his feet for the loops to wiggle his toes through.

The gryphon pondered how this would work as his hands slid through loops.  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 he felt it kiss 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 kiss of mud was smooth and steady.  A last, deep intake of breath as mud kissed into his ears.  And a tremble in his loins that this was his last breath to take.  And then the firm, stern tug of leather pulled him under.  He felt a last padded cuff tug over his forehead, and a faint sinking feeling.  And he had been pulled under into the mud bath.  The gooey warm mud begging to fill his lungs already.

The grip on his wrists, legs chest and head was firm and secure.  Keeping him from hurting himself in thrashing... but get a little wriggly jerking going.  The thought of his little splashes above making his 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.

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.  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 begged for life giving air.

GllBLURRB!  His lungs emptied with a powerful cry, unheard but to himself.  That thought pushing his lap over the edge as he gulped down mud with greedy, deep heaves of his chest.  It was so thick, hot, aching coughs 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 slimey as it filled his chest, feeling so heavy, assuring of his fatal situation.

His chest rose and fell as the last coughing bubbles escaped.. just thick slimy mud, a wheezy struggle to draw it 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 suddenly.  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.

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 light consumed his consciousness.  Left under for faint twitches only the most experienced voyeurs would notice.  Just his tag displayed to show there was even someone under the mud.  

Left for the cleanup crew overnight, who always were amused by the smiles they would unearth from the slimy morass.