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This story was written for SHM128III. It contains massage related transformation/goo-play, and F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

A Couple's Massage

From the way that Mallory had spoken about the Spa, Francesca had known right from the start that it was special. But, she only learned just how special a place it was when her girlfriend surprised her with bookings for a couple's massage in one of its exclusive private suites. At first, Francesca had been nervous. She'd never gotten any kind of massage before that wasn't from someone she was either sleeping with or at least hoping to sleep with, and as such the only venue in which she had ever attended such massages had been bedrooms. To the vixen massages were inherently sexual, and that worried her. She confided this worry to Mallory of course, but the skunk just giggled and slipped a paw into her panties as they sat upon the couch together.

"Well then... I guess we'd better try and get it all out of your system before we go, hmm?"

Of course, that had been weeks before the day itself. Now it was here. It was the day of their booking, and even though Mallory had joined Francesca in the shower that morning to a predictably lewd conclusion, the vixen's cheeks were still bright red as they approached the Spa's reception desk. She couldn't help thinking about the last massage Mallory had given her. Lying on her bed, straddling her waist as she rocked back and forth, hands caressing rather than massaging the fox's upper body. Teasing at stiffened nipples, tickling at sensitive flanks, and all the while with their pussies rocking, rubbing so close together that it had driven them both wild. By the time the massage itself descended into unabashed sex, legs scissoring, pussies grinding and humping for all the two women were worth, they had both been soaking wet, and now Francesca found herself helplessly taken with the uncontrolled fear that she was going to end up in a similarly noticeable state of arousal when her massage therapist so much as laid a single, entirely professional hand upon her.

Hand in hand she and Mallory were led through a series of beautifully decorated corridors, the Spa clearly hoping to radiate an aura of both opulence and clear, simple elegance all at once and managing to strike that balance fairly well in the vixen's eyes. Mallory spoke with the squirrel guiding them like they knew one another, which of course Francesca supposed they probably did given the skunk's weekly appointments here. The fox remained quiet however, simply drinking in all of her surroundings in an effort to try and take her mind off the fact that soon she was going to be expected to strip mostly if not entirely naked, and lie down in close proximity to her equally naked girlfriend while two other people touched them. Needless to say though, it wasn't really working.

Soon they were stepping into a room that looked to Francesca exactly as she had imagined a luxury Spa's massage room to look. A set of wooden shelves upon one wall holding bottles of oils and other no doubt potently aromatic liquids. A large quartz crystal geode in one corner, free-standing to show off its impressive size. Gentle lighting that soothed and offered a calming mindset, and sitting beside what looked to be not two but one large, double-breadth padded massage table, a wheeled stand upon which sat a bottle of oil, a small bowl of water, and a stack of plush white cotton towels. To add to the ambiance there was gentle music playing, though as Francesca listened she realised it was less an actual melody and more a series of notes and chimes interspersed with the rustling of leaves, the gentle lapping of waves against a shoreline and other natural, peaceful sounds.

"Hey."

Francesca jumped, and blushed immediately as she felt Mallory squeeze her hand, having become so lost in her own thoughts that she'd totally forgotten that her girlfriend was right there beside her. The vixen turned and regarded Mallory face to face, blushing and smiling apologetically. The skunk smiled back, tilting her head to one side as her huge lush tail swept slowly back and forth behind her.

"You okay? I know you're nervous, I was too before my first massage, but... if it's too much, if you really aren't comfortable, we can go home. We have a whole week of holiday, and I'll be just as happy spending in curled up on the couch binging box-sets as I will doing other stuff, so long as I can do it with you."

Taking a breath, the fox really did consider asking Mallory if they could just go home. It would be so much easier, and then... then if she got horny, she wouldn't have to be embarrassed about it. Hell, if they went home she could spend the whole day doing things to Mallory that would make the skunk forget all about this missed opportunity, and that she was certain would make her more relaxed than any regular massage ever could, no matter how skilfully applied. But... Mallory had spent money on this, and more importantly than that by far, she had made the effort to try and introduce Francesca to something that brought her happiness. This gift was sweet and kind and wonderful, and a little awkwardness wasn't going to stop Francesca from at least trying with all her heart to find some of the same joy in it that her lover already did.

Francesca beamed, and took the skunk's other hand within her own, squeezing them both fondly in return as she leaned in to rub noses with the other woman.

"I'm nervous, sure, but... more than anything, I'm glad I'm here with you. Thank you for this, Mal. I... I'm sure that once we get started, I'm gonna love it."

The skunk smiled warmly back at her, and giggled as seemingly on cue the door to the room in which they were standing opened up once more, not one but two figures in lavender coloured cotton scrubs stepping in to join them. She nodded to them in recognition, then turned back to her blushing, still nervous girlfriend once again.

"I really think you will."

Leaning in, Mallory kissed Francesca tenderly in front of the two newcomers, slipping one hand out of the fox's own to cup her girlfriend's face and draw the kiss out a little longer than Francesca might otherwise have done in front of strangers. When their lips parted though both women were undeniably beaming and red in the face, and as they both turned to face the two women whom Francesca could only assume were their massage therapists, she heard Mallory whisper fondly to her one last time.

"Let's do this."

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The two massage therapists introduced themselves, both softly spoken and immensely friendly despite each of them being rather muscular and taller than Francesca by close to a foot apiece. Apparently the tigress and zebra had each massaged Mallory many times before, and they were quick to share with Francesca that not a visit passed by where Mallory wasn't gleefully showing off about some wonderful romantic thing that she and the vixen had done together, some gift purchased or tender gesture made. Indeed it seemed that the two of them had been every bit as eager to get Francesca to come along and experience one of their massages as Mallory had, not only because they were confident in their skills and ability to get the vixen to enjoy it, but simply because it would give them a chance to meet her at last.

When finally the conversation turned to the massage itself, they were equally happy to explain to Francesca what she could expect. They were open, yet professional at the same time about how nudity wasn't strictly necessary and a towel could be rested across the midsection, but that in their opinion the experience would benefit greatly from being enjoyed entirely au naturale. They explained how the massage oil would produce a slight tingling effect as it softened the flesh and made it easier to massage and manipulate, and Francesca giggled as their descriptions made it sound more like she was going to be reduced to a puddle of goo rather than simply having her muscles loosened and relaxed. She didn't say anything though, happy to hear these two women so enthusiastic about their work even if they could probably have been a little less over-the-top in their descriptions.

Once they were done explaining, and once Francesca had nodded and happily informed both them and Mallory that she was perfectly happy to continue as planned, the two massage therapists stepped away for a moment in order to give the couple a chance to undress. Mallory of course had done this many times before, so she was naked in a flash. She folded her clothes neatly into a pile...

"Huh, so you can do that. And here was me thinking that 'in a heap on the floor by the bed' was the only way you knew how to store clothes."

...rolling her eyes playfully and sticking her tongue out at Francesca's teasing comment, the naked skunk stepped forward and began to unbutton the vixen's shirt. Instinctively Francesca gasped as her eyes glanced towards the two other women present, but then she remembered where they were and why they were here. Her cheeks flushed, and she nibbled on her bottom lip as she tried not to think of how hot it was for Mallory to be undressing her in front of other people. How good it felt when the skunk's fingers brushed her arms as she teased off her shirt, and how amazing it felt to have her breasts bared soon after as Mallory unhooked the clasp of her bra. When the skunk moved her hands towards the waistband of Francesca's jeans however, her girlfriend's hands stopped her alongside a whispered, pleading whimper.

"I... I'll do it."

The vixen's cheeks flared crimson beneath her fur, and Mallory smiled, winking in a way that did not help matters in the slightest as she realised why it was that her partner did not wish her to be the one to take off her jeans. The association between Mallory and the exposing of her lower body for sexual purposes was just too strong, and as she nervously teased down her own trousers and then her panties soon after, rendering herself every bit as naked as her girlfriend, even their being naked in the same room was enough to make Francesca shake like a leaf with how simultaneously embarrassed and horny that knowledge made her feel.

They laid themselves out upon the massage table side by side, face down thankfully so all that Francesca had to worry about were two strangers seeing her ass. Mallory saw her concern however, the two of them resting their heads in their hands facing one another, and she whispered a fond reassurance to the fox as the tigress and zebra approached them once more.

"Don't be embarrassed, Fran. You have a spectacular ass. I wouldn't do stuff to it nearly so often if you didn't."

Thus the massage began with Francesca's face red and her whole body tense as she not only thought about how exposed and on display her ass was, but now about whether either of the massage therapists, professional as they might have been, were as attracted to her ass as she knew from oh so frequent experience the woman she loved was. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt a pair of hands touch her, albeit on the shoulders rather than the backside, and all she could do was blush and nod softly as the zebra immediately withdrew her hands and asked once again if she was happy for her to proceed.

Of course, once Francesca actually felt the strong woman's oily hands upon her fur and flesh, she did begin to slowly but surely relax a little. It wasn't that she wasn't finding it every bit as erotic as she'd feared, in fact particularly with Mallory lying next to her and being touched, caressed and rendered slick with a shining coat of oil of her very own, it was devastatingly sexy to the vixen. But at the same time, even as she felt hands slide down over her hips and onto her ass, squeezing at the globes of her buttocks as they applied their oil before sliding down to her trembling thighs, that arousal was only secondary to just how good the massage itself felt. Mallory had always given her very pleasant massages at home, but truth be told the real highlight of those massages was when inevitably the skunk's hands drifted between her legs and began to massage much more focused, particular spots upon her body. Thanks to a combination of the pleasantly tingle-inducing oil as it felt like it wasn't just lying upon but instead was actively soaking into her fur and flesh alike, and the expertly firm but never painful touches of the massage therapist handling her, Francesca rather rapidly found herself enjoying the experience of the massage itself. More than enjoying it actually. Rather kind of loving it.

Trying to disguise her increasingly heavy breathing, and trying not to too obviously clench her thighs together as she felt her clit throbbing as the arousal being provoked within her as a result of the massage grew, Francesca looked over to her girlfriend. Her intent was to try and distract herself somewhat, to continue to enjoy the physical relief offered by the deeply relaxing touches of the zebra looming over her while ceasing to focus quite so much on how sexy those touches were making her feel. Why on earth the vixen believed that looking at the woman she believed was the hottest creature on the planet even while clothed would help matters, she had no idea. But try she did, only to barely hold back a whimper of joyous disbelief as she saw that even now Mallory was looking at her as well. Their eyes met, and in that moment they saw a kinship in one another's eyes. An understanding and awareness of how each of them were feeling, and how those feelings were mirrored between them.

It was turning Mallory on too. Maybe it was just her being here, or maybe Mallory always got worked up when she got a massage. Whatever the reason though, there was no denying the fire burning in her lover's gaze. No mistaking the slight opening of her muzzle as she silently, breathlessly panted her way through her arousal.

Thankfully though, before Francesca's awareness of this fact could make her even hornier and before she got so wet that she would be able to convince herself the zebra must surely have noticed, something more immediate and urgent distracted the vixen. A feeling which now that she thought about it had been building inside of herself throughout the duration of her massage, but which finally had risen to such a constant and undeniable presence that there was no avoiding it any longer. Where her body was being touched by the zebra, where she was being actively massaged and squeezed by the powerful equine woman's hands, she felt like she was... melting. Though, maybe that wasn't the right word as it wasn't like parts of her body were just sliding away into nothingness. She was softening. The hands pressing against her weren't just meeting the resistance of flesh and muscle before moving on. They were compressing her flesh, her muscle, squeezing and squishing it, and even going so far as to feel as though her very bones were being turned to jelly and subsequently squashed within the zebra's grasp.

It didn't hurt, and even now that Francesca began to find herself more acutely aware of it, there was nothing remotely uncomfortable about the sensation. In fact truth be told, it felt kind of amazing. If a massage's purpose was to loosen up muscles and get rid of stress, this was surely the ultimate massage, for not only was it removing every drop of tension from the muscles within Francesca's body, it was rendering the muscles themselves all but non-existent, squishing them into a formless, tensionless shape which while obviously incapable of more than just a little wriggling motion felt entirely free from even the slightest tension or weight.

"F-feels amazing, doesn't it..."

The vixen's eyes widened, and her focus returned to the woman lying next to her. The woman who had been coming to this Spa for longer than Francesca had even known her.

"Y-yes. Oh, g-god... yes..."

She whimpered in response, her cheeks burning scarlet as her words escaped her rather more passionately, laced with sexuality than she had intended.

"...but, Mal. How? H-how can this... oh god... how am I, w-we're..."

Her eyes drifted away from the skunk's face and further down her body, having denied herself that option up to now for fear that looking at Mallory's naked body being rubbed and glistening with oil would be too much for her already aching libido to bear. As soon as she did look though, a cry of shock and wonder escaped her lips. No doubt due to her greater experience with this Spa and potentially with this same sort of massage if her lack of surprise was to be interpreted correctly, Mallory's massage therapist was already pushing her to much greater extremes than the zebra appeared to have yet attempted upon Francesca. The vixen had no idea how her own body would have looked in that moment, and she had no way of doing so as it occurred to her that with the muscles of her shoulders and upper body so totally softened and relaxed, she couldn't even lift her head from where it was resting in her arms if she'd tried. As far as the skunk was concerned though, her torso and legs were flattened and elongated to a more than noticeable degree. They looked like they'd been squeezed and stretched, worked like bread dough to make it malleable and springy.

"I don't know how. No-one does except for like two or three people, that's what makes this place so unique. But... I've been coming here for years, Fran. Years. I trust these people, a-and... and I trust this oil, whatever it does, n-not to hurt me. I trust it not to hurt you. You know I'd never put you at risk, r-right?"

The fox whined and nodded as best she could with her head's limited mobility. She gasped as she felt the zebra beside her beginning to intensify her massage somewhat, no doubt hearing their whispered conversation and knowing that Francesca was now more fully on board with the whole plan.

"I know. A-and... oh, god Mal. I'm so glad you brought me here. I-it feels so... so good."

Mallory nodded back in a similarly limited manner, and giggled as Francesca's face burned with embarrassment at what essentially had just been an open admission of her excitement in front of these two massage therapists. Rather than the two of them being summarily kicked out for inappropriate behaviour though, the tigress currently kneading Mallory's impossibly softened and malleable back with her strong fingertips spoke up, addressing the skunk primarily, but both of them with warm, joyous understanding.

"It sounds like you're ready, Mallory. Both of you, that is. Would you like us to start the couple's massage now?"

The skunk grinned, and beamed hopefully, eagerly towards Francesca who could only raise her eyebrows in a mixture of excitement and confusion.

"I... w-wha... start the, but... isn't this, h-hasn't this all been our couple's massage?"

Mallory laughed, and even the two massage therapists couldn't help but giggle at the vixen's innocence.

"Oh, Fran. No. This... all this is just us getting prepped. Trust me. When our couple's massage starts... you'll know it. We both will. So, are you ready? Are you ready to know. To feel it?"

A shiver ran down Francesca's softened spine, and she whined with longing as Mallory teased her with that suggestion of feeling more, when already she was feeling so very many wonderful things surging through her body, her heart and her mind all at once. She still didn't understand what was happening to them, how any of this was possible or what even now was being offered to her. But one thing remained as true and as focused in the vixen's mind as ever.

She trusted Mallory. And if Mallory wanted to share this with her, then she wanted to share it with Mallory, too.

She blushed. She smiled, and as best she could once again, she nodded.

"I'm ready."

Mallory grinned. The two lovers giggled in gleeful anticipation to one another, even if only one half of them actually knew what was coming. Then the zebra's hands began to work Francesca's head and face over with that same tingling massage oil as the tigress did the same to Mallory, and while her face suddenly began to tingle with the same delicious feeling of softness and relaxation as the rest of her, Francesca's whole world exploded in a cloud of formless, glorious sensation as the two powerful massage therapists rolled her and her girlfriend's softened bodies over towards one another, and when they met proceeded to knead, to squish and to flatten them not just against the padded massage table below, but into one another.

Sex, as far as Francesca had been concerned, was one of the most intimate acts it was possible to experience with someone else. Once she felt her body beginning to be squished and moulded together with Mallory's own though, the vixen had to do some serious re-evaluating of that belief. It felt like... well, it felt like exactly what it was. Like their bodies were being combined. Mingled and squished together while simultaneously retaining awareness, if not actual tangible control, of who they were. Francesca could still feel her legs and arms, they just weren't where they normally were any more as the two powerful massage therapists continued to knead, squeeze and squash herself and Mallory together from somewhere above. It was as though the cells of her body were being re-arranged and spread out. And while at first that sensation was merely pleasant and soothing as she was effectively embraced in an inescapable, full body embrace with the woman she loved, it soon became something far more than that as particular parts of her body began to flattened, spread out and mixed in with the rest of her being.

With their heads every bit as flattened and squished as anything else, neither Francesca nor Mallory could cry out as they felt their breasts, their pussies, every last erogenous zone they possessed being diffused across practically every inch of what they could still recognise as their own being. It didn't matter where it was present in a continuous patch or diffused cell by cell, their bodies quivered against one another and stimulated every last spot all at once. The pleasure was every changing as they were twisted and stretched and entwined together by the massaging touch of the two women now working together on their combined client. One moment a part of what might have been Mallory's paw was rubbing against what once had been a portion of Francesca's clit. The next instant Francesca could feel the taste buds of her tongue reacting to the familiar taste of her lover's pussy, and as she tried to wiggle her tongue the entirety of Mallory's semi-liquefied form quivered as the vixen's flesh vibrated and flexed against her g-spot.

The more the two massage therapists worked their clients, the more completely fur, flesh, muscle and bone was softened and turned into a single, unified mass of quivering bliss. A living dough-ball of mindless, unbound ecstasy that wriggled upon the massage table and reacted far more intensely to the all-consuming, deliciously intimate touch of the two figures comprising it than they did to the now far less noticeable handiwork of the zebra and tigress. Indeed, there came an inevitable moment when both the women in charge of massaging the loving couple realised that their job was done. A moment when the quivering, dappled black, white and orange ball upon the padded table in front of them no longer needed their care and attention in order for the two creatures held within it to continue experiencing the maximum possible amount of both relaxation and stimulation all at once.

Francesca and Mallory shook and writhed and rocked against one another, feeling as though they were lost in the throes of the most passionate sex of their lives even though externally speaking the ball of their combined selves was barely quivering where it sat in the centre of the massage table. There were no orgasms, no peaks and valleys to their pleasure, but only because they were riding a constant plateau. By that same token of course, there was no end. There was no climax, but no conclusion to those pleasurable waves that crashed over them as they existed together, closer than they had ever felt, closer than they had ever been before. They couldn't speak, couldn't even think of one another, but only because their mind was already full of their lover. Of their pleasure, and the knowledge that every single cell stimulating them and being stimulated by them was a part of that same incredible person that they loved.

The vixen kept waiting for it to end. For the two massage therapists to pry them apart somehow and tell them that the session was over. But, it didn't. Not after a minute, not after two, not after Francesca had long since lost count and ceased any attempt to continue tracking the passage of time. She vaguely recalled Mallory telling her that she should have the entire day blocked off for this treat, that the appointment lasted an hour but that they had some downtime scheduled in afterwards to relax and enjoy the results of the massage. But, at the time Francesca had simply thought that was her lover's way of suggesting they return home and have sex once the massage was done. The idea that they might be here all day, might be bound together like this all day long...

The ball of the two interwoven women quivered once again, and in the now empty massage room, the lights dimmed, the music low, the air scented with incense, fragrant oils and the unmistakable odour of copious, intermingled arousal, they were left to their own devices together until such a time as the oil's effects would begin to wear off, and their bodies would start to naturally separate once again. They were left to enjoy the ongoing experience of their couple's massage, each woman's body using every cell at its disposal to stimulate and massage the other half of their wonderful union. And there they would remain quivering; massaging, stimulating, soothing, pleasuring their partner not for mere minutes, but for many, many more hours yet to come.

By Jeeves

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