A Squishy Sauna

The otter sat in the waiting room kicking his webbed feet impatiently. A sauna treatment would be really nice for him, with all the work stress he was going through. And this one was supposed to be special. Why else would you have to set up an appointment?

A tigress clad in a white labcoat opened the lobby door and peeked her head in. “Sorry for the delay, it’s ready for you now.” It was about time! But he wasn’t about to say that out loud. Pushing himself up and out of the chair, he followed her down a long, plain hallway with a single door. As the two approached, the otter noticed a peculiar scent, like salted coconut and corn chips.

“Take as long as you need up to two hours. There’s a phone next to the door if for whatever reason you need anything. And do not,” she emphasized sternly, “under any circumstances touch the side walls, no matter how tempted you may be.”

She opened the door and the otter stepped inside, taking a look at his surroundings. It was a strange set-up, no heatbox in the center. The floor, ceiling, door, and back wall were the standard plain sauna wood, but the other two walls were like nothing he’d seen before. They were pink and glistening, salt-smelling water dripping down them steadily.

He approached the curious wall and felt the warmth emanating from them, realizing that this was what was heating the room. And the smell coming from them was irresistible, the essence flowing into his nostrils and tugging him helplessly.

It seemed as if his body was acting on its own will as he buried himself against the squishy wall. He sank in as he hugged himself to the fleshy surface, rubbing his nose all over and huffing deeply.

Suddenly, the other walls around the otter started to tremble and buckle. He quickly pulled back, remembering too late the warning he had received mere minutes before. He didn’t have time to think about how quickly it had taken him to forget before the opposite wall slammed against him, pinning him in a warm fleshy prison.

He found himself being kneaded around, the sweat-slickened otter slipping easily about the thick surfaces holding him tight. But the smell was being rubbed into his nose, and he barely had to inhale to be able to enjoy it. As time passed he realized that the walls showed no sign of letting him go, but really, this wasn’t such a bad place to be.

“Seems someone’s enjoying themselves!” called a booming female voice, the owner of the two footpaws sandwiching him in place. “Good. You’re mine now.”