Under Pressure

[Fredal Rabeak]

Easing his muzzle down into the head hole in the massage table, Freddie attempted to relax. But the moment Satura's fingers found his neck, they both realized just how stiff and stressed he was. Though lithe, his muscles were like knots, each one resisting any urge to properly relax and ease up their tension. Where Gantuhar moaned and groaned merrily, Freddie's higher voice was one of more struggling gasps and grunts. One by one, his muscles began to lose their tension, making his form more supple and pliable, capable of understanding touch as a benefit rather than something to be feared. And with each new application of massage oil, laden with jeeta, he could feel that tingling warmth shooting through him.

The touch of Satura's fingers and palms on his neck and shoulders gave way to the sensation of pressure upon his back. While he might not be able to feel the surface of his skin, there was a definite need for his muscles there to be worked, and slowly he could feel himself almost melting against the massage table. Well, most of him was melting, while the jeeta in the massage oil was making one part of him stiffer than ever before, and Freddie was starting to dread the moment he'd be told to roll over. Still, he closed his eyes and simply tried to enjoy it for all the massage was worth.

Still, he couldn't help but giggle a bit when Satura got to working his mostly-furred rump, and his tail instinctively flicked up and out of the way.

[Gantuhar]

Jaikari had been an attentive soul, her strong hands pushing their heels into the big Trianii's back to somehow make him even more relaxed. Bangles and beaded bracelets tinked against one another as she worked, and the lithe Nautolan grinned with each moan of pleasure from her charge. Her eyes, a deep and dark inky blue blinked owlishly as she applied a bit more pressure to the spot just above his rear.

It was enough to cause a long sigh to escape his lips, and Gantuhar couldn't help the claws as they unsheathed themselves in pure happiness, his long arms moving to hang from his table so that he could knead at the intricately patterned rug below.

Jaikari was ready, and reach a hand over to lightly tap his shoulder.

"Pspspsps, arms up, Big One."

[Fredal Rabeak]

From his own table, muzzle down in the face hole, Freddie could not see what Gantuhar was doing which would elicit that sort of response from his masseuse. Had he already been rolled over? Do you even roll over for these things? Freddie didn't rightly know. All he did know that his neck, shoulders, and back felt more relaxed than they had been in some time.

"You're a tense one, young man," he could hear Satura chuckle. Her fingers and thumbs kneaded as his rump cheeks, working out more knots there as she headed south.

"Y-yeah," Freddie replied. "I suppose so."

"Don't worry, we'll get you good and limbered up."

He could hear the smile in her voice as she began to spread his legs, and immediately Freddie's muscles stiffened once more. A mild tutting sounded from above him, followed by a disapproving sigh, which made him try and relax. She wasn't there to hurt him, and he knew it. It would be a fight to learn to accept this manner of touch as kind, though, Freddie felt.

...and then he felt a diberal squeeze of slick jeeta oil over his backside, and down his crack, his pink eyes widening as it felt cool over his hole. Then her hands began to knead once more, thumbs grinding down into that cleft, each time going closer and closer to it. She wasn't going to... was she? Was that part of a massage here at the tea house? And if it was... what else was part of it? Freddie's mind began to reel with thoughts both fantastic and terrible at once, as he felt another application of massage oil down his cleft, this time running down his taint, and seeping into the fur of his sac, making him tingle with delight.

[Gantuhar]

Idly, his tail switched to one side as Jaikari continued her wondrous, fantastical, magical ministrations. Gantuhar more than likely would've melted into his table had he the ability.

Instead, he let the low, rolling rumble of a deep purr begin to swell in his chest, rising and falling with his breathing.

"Is Fred-dee Greyfur enjoying his massage, yes?"

The words spoken were half-slurred as he at least was mindful enough to obey Jaikari and bring his arms back up, claws once more sheathing themselves.

[Fredal Rabeak]

Asking if Freddie was enjoying his massage was an awkward question. Parts of him were very much enjoying everything about the tea house, especially the part of him which throbbed against the massage table beneath him. The masseuses' touch in places felt wonderful working out tension and stiffness which should have been foreign to one his age. Already he could feel his neck and shoulders relax in ways he honestly couldn't remember feeling before. His back, scarred as it was, and unable to register touch, had been worked thoroughly, delivering even deeper relaxation.

But hands on his backside? And that oil? Freddie whimpered softly, not out of shame, but... need? He wasn't sure. Biting his lip, he prepared himself for what might come next, but all that came was more expert working of thumbs along his tense backside, until it, too had relaxed, and then those hands moved down to the backs of his thighs. Whimpers turned to a sigh of relief.

"It's... really different than I expected," he replied at last. "I didn't know it could feel good to be touched like this."

An odd admission, but an honest one, as the boy had previously flinched away from being touched like a dog which had been beaten. And even knowing that Satura wouldn't hurt him, he still kept stiffening up whenever she moved to a new area, until at last he felt her stop on the back of his thighs. Pink eyes opening, he could see her feet move as she stepped away from the table.

"Is... is everything okay?" he asked.

"Honey, you are way too nervous," he could hear her reply, followed by the clink of glass, and the sound of something being poured. A pause, then, "Hmm, probably a double," followed by another splash, then another before there was a bit of stirring, and Freddie could see her feet approaching until she stood directly in front of his head. "C'mon, up for a moment, and drink this," she said.

Freddie eased his head out of the hole in the table and onto his elbows as he looked at a tumbler of gold-colored liquid, with a large ice cube in it. "What is it?" he asked, the scent strong with alcohol, and something else. That something else which sparked a wave of fire running through him, deep from his core.

"It's Denebrian whiskey, and some calming jeeta blend. I'm supposed to charge for this but... you really need to relax, or I'm going to wind up hurting you instead of helping you."

Freddie looked at the glass, at her, then back at the glass. It was too late to admit he's not old enough to drink, as that would get Dior in trouble, so he took the glass in his paw, smiling weakly in thanks, and tipping it up.

It BURNED! Oh Garfife, oh holy shit, how do people drink alcohol? And it burned all the way down, yet he kept swallowing the liquid fire until his glass contained only its ice cube. Immediately he could feel a warmth in his belly, radiating through him, as both alcohol and jeeta started to course through the lithe teenager's veins. Stifling a cough, he nodded. "Th-thank you."

"Don't mention it. Seriously," he was minded, and his head pushed back down into the hole, before Satura resumed her work on his thighs. Something about the drink worked its magic, as Freddie's whimpers became moans, and he felt what he imagined must be the same pleasure Gantuhar was experiencing at last - though there was a fair amount of giggling as the pads of his ticklish footpaws were worked over with strong thumbs!

[Gantuhar]

The Trianii hawmed in pleasure, as Jaikari continued to turn him into a creature made of sculpting jelly. She moved deft fingers along the muscles of his legs, fingertips at times combing through the short hairs of his pelt. She moved from his calves upwards, to the underside of his thighs, and a rumble in his chest began to crackle, like some off-set repulsor motor that was rough and out-of-time.

Fred-dee and his giggles was a welcome sound, and Gantuhar pulled his lips back into a strange sort of smile that none could see. He knew that this would help his new young friend to relax. The teahouse was the sort of place that any being could go to and find peace. Peace and relaxation. He'd never felt more wonderful than when he was at the teahouse.

A few more minutes passed, and Jaikari had moved to the small of his back. Her hands passed over the very top of his tail, then eased on down its length.

"Hrrmmmmmm," he finally let out, eyes closing.

"Fred-dee sounds happy," his low words graveled out.