Daily Free-Write May 19, 2020: Big Accidents at the Big Bear Casino

"Oh crap, did you spill something in my bag, Wally?"

"Hehe, sorry Codes, I guess you'll have to borrow some clothes from  me... I know I'm a little bit bigger than you but it just so happens that I accidentally packed some of my little brother's stuff..." My fox friend gave a sly grin and held up a blue pair of shorts and a pair of underwear from his bag.

"How convenient," I said, snatching the garments from his hand and holding them up. I looked at the undies which were considerably more juvenile than the ones I was supposed to be putting on. "Seriously, man? Rocket ships? What am I, five?"

"Hey, it's either that or nothing. Unless you want me to go to the little convenience store they have downstairs. I think I saw some pull-ups that might fit a rabbit your size..."

"Shhhut up," I hissed, my face turning red. I knew that our other friends were separated by a paper thin wall and could easily overhear us if we weren't careful. "I told you that in confidence. If you tell anyone I'm gonna kill ya."

"Oh, okay, little bundude. I'm very scared." he said, rolling his eyes. "Now get your butt in those clothes already. We're missing all the fun."

"I'll show you missing all the fun... you're about to be missing some teeth," I grumbled as I pulled up the undies over my waist. They felt snug but fit embarrassingly well. The elastic waist shorts, while looking a bit childish and small on me, also fit fine. They felt a lot like the pull-ups I usually wore when I wasn't traveling with family and friends.

"See? They fit you just fine. Almost as if they were made for you. Who knew my best buddy was size fox five?"

"I swear you did this on purpose," I said as we walked out of the hotel room.

"Prove it," he said, looking back at me with a smug grin.

The two of us were on vacation in the Redwoods with some friends. A little getaway to see nature, and get some gambling in at a Native American casino. This particular one was called the Big Bear casino, and it was an absolutely beautiful place. It was a perfect vacation, well, except for a certain annoying fox friend and his hare-brained schemes.

As we got out of the elevator on the ground floor, Wally rubbed my shoulder and said, "You know you really need to relax. You're too tense! I saw that right by the front desk they have a masseuse. I hear he's really good..." I might have believed his intentions were innocent except for the fact that Wally's grin never left his face.

"How would you know that?" I asked, suspicious already.

"I asked, of course," he said, throwing an arm around my shoulder. "I said, what can I do to help calm my overly tense bunny friend?"

He was leading me away from the casino doors and towards the lobby.

"Oh no," I said, trying, and failing, to dig in my heels and stop whatever he had planned in its tracks. "You're not going to get me into any of your schemes again. Not this time."

"Now don't be like that, Cody. That last time was only a fluke. And besides, I already paid. And it would be an insult not to take the masseuse's services now! You have to respect the culture..."

"Oh, you're so full of shit. You don't know the first thing about respect or culture. If it's such an insult then why don't you take the massage?"

"Me?! Oh, no. I'll have you know that foxes are notoriously relaxed and stretchy already. It simply won't work. But I guess if that's really how you feel, there's no helping it. Oh, they're going to be so disappointed..."

"You're still pushing me!" I said. He had been talking this whole time to distract me - a skill he was very good at - and we had ended up right in front of the Masseuse's door.

"Just... why?" I asked, exasperated.

"...got to work out those tired muscles, right?"

"No, I-"

Just then, an otter customer walked out looking very happy and relaxed, followed by a very large brown bear who looked around then down and spotted us immediately.

"Alright, come on in," said the big bear with a smile. He held his paw out to the room and I was too embarrassed to say no.

I glared at Wally. He knew I wouldn’t have the guts to walk away. "I’ll get you for this," I whispered before walking in.

"...Listen... don't really feel comfortable taking off my pants..." I said. It wasn't a lie, per se. I was shy about my body, but mainly I didn't want him seeing me in little kid underwear.

"That's fine," he said, "why don't we do a chair massage?"

He gestured over to a special chair with a slanted seat for my thighs and an open rest for my head.

"Th-thanks," I said. "That would be better."

I took a seat and waited. I looked over expectantly when he didn't do anything.

"Uh... you still have to take off your shirt, though," he said.

"Oh. Uh... I mean, really though? Couldn't we just not and say we did? It's really just for my friend, you see. He comes up with all these wild ideas and..."

He raised a paw and I stopped talking. "Peace, friend. I've worked on every type of fur there is. Come on, now. Don't be shy." He gave me a reassuring smile and I reluctantly did so, embarrassed at the space rockets on my waist band that would surely be peeking.

The big bear raised his eyebrows for just a moment, but then just shook his head and broke into a grin. "I guess I asked for it," he said with a chuckle, and began working my shoulders.

To be fair, his paws felt very good. Warm. And from the first touch they seemed to press at just the right spots, in just the right way to work at knots in my shoulders that I didn't even know were there. Still, I couldn't completely relax knowing that he had a front row view of my embarrassing underpants.

"Uh... so what’s your name?" I asked the big bear, hoping to break the very awkward ice.

"Big bear," he said, in a deep voice. The deep bass tones rumbled through me and were oh so relaxing.

"F-figures," I mumbled, feeling that tension start to dissipate.

He just chuckled and patted my back. His paws were so warm I could just...

“Oh-Whoa!” His  surprised voice snapped me out of it. I must have zoned out.

“What? What is it...”

“Uh, I think you had a little accident there, skipper.”

“What? Oh shit...”

“Hang on,” he said calmly, and he went over to grab some towels as I apologized profusely. I tried to get up and step out of the way but he stopped me with a paw on my shoulder and placed the towels on the seat.

“Sit back down,” he said. "We're not finished."