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This vignette was written for Serling as part of his Patreon commission reward for July 2018. It contains massage related antics and goo-play related fun. :3

Pulling a Double

Serling beamed as he saw Dave step into the massage room, the coyote always thrilled to be paired with the stallion who had first introduced him to the wonders of this unique Spa several years prior. As the tall, powerful equine male made his way across the room to Serling though, the coyote couldn't help but notice a slight weaving in the equine male's steps and a glazed, faraway look in his eyes that almost made the horse appear... drunk?

"Hey, Dave?"

The horse stopped, blinked, and shook his head slightly. His gaze sharpened and his posture grew more upright, and he smiled, albeit somewhat wearily as he regarded Serling where the canine was already at rest, lying on the massage table upon his stomach.

"Hey, Serling. Uh, sorry about that. I'm a little tired. Someone called in sick earlier this week, so I've been working a double shift. Well, four of them, in a row."

Dave must have seen the concern upon the coyote's face, because he immediately cleared his throat and tried to sound more upbeat.

"But it's all good, y'know. All the extra cash is gonna be really helpful, and it means I get to do more of the job I love, and see more of the clients I love to work with. I'm just a little bit sleepy, that's all. Nothing that'll stop me from giving you as good a massage as I ever have!"

Before Serling could say anything, the stallion was cracking his knuckles and stepping up to the massage table. The coyote rested his head upon his arms and watched as just like any other session Dave gathered up the various bottles required for a massage of the variety that Serling had paid for, and soon Serling was trembling in an all too familiar type of anticipation as he watched Dave lather his hands up with glimmering amber massage oil, then felt those strong, oil slickened hands make contact with his shoulders.

Sometimes when Dave or some of the other massage therapists he knew within the Spa were tending to him, Serling would chat with them while he was capable of doing so. He and whoever was giving him the massage would share any amusing stories from their lives since the last time they'd been paired together, and from there they'd normally find some other relaxing topic of discussion, food, the weather, some music one or both of them had been listening to, until such a time as Serling was suitably relaxed and softened by the Spa's magical massage oil that he became incapable of holding a conversation.

On this occasion however, though Serling did attempt to strike up a chat with Dave, it quickly fizzled out. The horse gave a few one or two word answers as he worked his fingers and the palms of his hands against Serling's shoulders, slowly beginning to soften the flesh and fur alike with the massage oil's unique and transformative properties, but beyond that he seemed almost incapable of engaging. Thus after about five minutes, as Serling's body began to relax and soften to a greater degree with muscle and bone beginning to meld into the same softened, dough-like state as the surface layers of his upper body, he gave up trying. He fell silent, and allowed the gentle squishing sound of his body slowly melting under the massage oil's influence to mingle in with the soft, melodic chimes of the music which played in the background of every room in the Spa complex to add to its natural air of soothing relaxation.

Peacefully and quietly Serling lay back and simply revelled in the sensation of having his body compressed, softened and folded by the talented stallion in charge of his massage. After completing work on the coyote's upper body Dave soon moved his attentions south, adding a little extra massage oil to his hands to quicken the softening of Serling's lower torso before finally moving down to his legs and tail. Serling quivered in excitement and soothed, calmed contentment all at once as he felt Dave's fingers lace between his toes, and felt his entire footpaw losing its shape as Dave closed his hand into a fist, toes spreading and stretching out like a kid's play-dough through one of those sausage maker-like shaping machines. Not long after that a familiar, delicious tingling began to spread through his body as he felt Dave slowly, calmly rolling his legs up. Flattening them out piece by piece, section by section only to roll them up into a pair of tightly wrapped spirals before they themselves were flattened and compressed alongside the coyote's tail and backside.

Groans of gleeful contentment erupted from Serling's muzzle, his head and arms the only portions of his body still fully intact as he felt Dave begin to gently knead his lower body into the upper half of his equally softened being. The more of himself that was squished together into an unrecognisable ball of quivering fur-toned flesh, the more his body tingled and felt so completely and utterly at peace. There were no more muscle aches quite simply because in his softened, folded and kneaded state Serling had no muscles to ache. Indeed he found himself with fewer and fewer muscles than remained even then as Dave began to massage and soften the length of one of his arms, only to slowly wander around the length of the table and repeat the process on the other. Soon the last of Serling's limbs were being folded into his centre mass, leaving only his head protruding from that quivering ball of his dough-like self. Soon he was gasping and murmuring happily anew as Dave began to knead him all over again, to work his arms into that ball until they were every bit as lost and dispersed throughout his body as his legs, his tail or any given internal organ.

All that remained was for Dave to massage, soften and fold Serling's head into the rest of him, and for a good few hours the coyote knew that he would be able to be slipped into a bucket and left to relax, to relish his complete state of peace and tranquillity to his heart's content.

And yet, as five minutes passed, Serling just felt Dave's hands continuing to work at him in an almost identical, rhythmically repeating pattern. Folding him and kneading him like a master baker plying his craft on loaf after loaf of bread, only the very same large loaf in this particular circumstance. It was like the stallion was on autopilot, like he was coasting through the remainder of this massage. And, that would have been fine for Serling if he'd already been fully incorporated into the rest of his body. But with his head exposed as it currently was, the process didn't feel complete in the slightest.

"Uh, Dave?"

The coyote spoke gently, softly as he tried to get the horse's attention. After all, he didn't want to make a fuss, and as the equine male had said, he was pretty tired. He didn't begrudge Dave a little weariness and the last thing he wanted to do was to make the stallion feel guilty.

After a few seconds though, there was no response. The horse just kept on kneading, kneading, kneading.

"Dave? Could you maybe start working on my head? I'd love to be able to get the full benefit of your hard work before our time runs... o-oh, Dave? Are you... are you okay?"

Even as Serling was addressing the horse, he heard a soft snort escape Dave's muzzle. Serling tried to tilt his head around to look and see what had caused that exclamation, but of course with only the limited mobility of his neck available and no other surface against which to leverage that small amount of motion, it was impossible. Instead all he could do was lie there, wide eyed and confused as all of a sudden he felt what seemed to be the lengths of Dave's arms coming to rest upon his soft, dough-balled torso. He felt hands pressing into his softened self, not so much kneading now as gently prodding, poking, like someone trying to fluff up a pillow. And then... then he heard a murmur from the stallion that sent a rosy blush racing across his cheeks.

"Five minutes. J-just... just five minutes, please."

He whimpered softly, and tried once again to whisper to the stallion even as he felt what was obviously one side of Dave's head come to rest against his soft, well kneaded body.

"Dave? I don't mind if you need a nap, but... m-maybe do it somewhere else? I don't mind, I just don't wanna see you get in trouble if someone else comes in. I just..."

His voice trailed off as the horse murmured, and then spoke a few more words in his seemingly already mostly asleep, obviously utterly exhausted state.

"Serling. Y-you're great. You're my favourite..."

The coyote's face burned brighter, and he smiled affectionately even as he felt Dave's head settling down against him more completely, the entirety of the stallion's upper body weight pressing down against his softened, squished self as Dave attempted to nap right there from where he had been standing beside the massage table.

"...just five minutes. Just... please, five minutes."

He heard the stallion yawn, a sound that ended with a pleading, desperate little whinny. Serling sighed, and closed his eyes as his head shook gently.

"Okay, Dave. I-it's okay."

He smiled, and tried to sound as soothing, as relaxing as possible now, changing tack as he realised just how badly the stallion massage therapist obviously needed this.

"You relax. Catch a few Zs. I'll be right here when you're ready, keeping you company until you're good to keep going and finish off my session. Just five minutes, a quick power nap, right?"

He murmured gently to the stallion, but heard nothing in response. Just Dave's heavy, slow breathing, and the gentle, relaxing music that had been playing throughout the massage room for the duration of his session thus far.

Keeping his eyes shut, Serling tried to take his mind off the matter at hand. He tried to just chill out and maybe even take a quick nap himself, but he couldn't stop blushing. The coyote simply couldn't stop thinking about how strangely intimate and personal it was to have the stallion asleep on him, Dave's arms and head slowly sinking down into his softened body like a memory foam mattress adapting to the body resting upon it. At least he could reassure himself with the fact that it would only be for a little while. Five minutes, probably closer to four by now. Then he'd be free to wake Dave up again if the horse didn't do so of his own accord, and as soon as he was fully and totally softened and balled up, he'd ensure Dave knew that he was more than free to sit down close by and spend the rest of their session together catching up on whatever sleep he could.

A minute passed.

Two, three, four, then five.

In his head, Serling counted to sixty one extra time just to give Dave a little leeway, and then...

He whimpered softly, barely audibly.

He couldn't do it. The horse felt so calm and peaceful lying against him, his body warm and heavy, pleasantly weighty upon Serling's softened, flattened self. He couldn't bring himself to wake Dave up. Not yet.

Another minute or two wouldn't hurt, after all.

Or another five.

Or ten.

Or fifteen.

Or...

The horse began to snore loudly, and beneath him, Serling quivered as he peered towards the massage room door.

He hoped that no-one would disturb them. That they'd just think his appointment over-ran as it did so many times, and that Dave was willing to continue seeing it through to its end.

After all, the stallion was obviously exhausted, and as he lay snoring against Serling's comfortable, immobile form, the coyote sincerely believed that he deserved the break.

By Jeeves

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