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This vignette was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for January 2019. It contains massage related body-morphing/transformation and mild M/Solo naughtiness involving consenting adults. :3

Stretching Serling

Serling murmured happily as Dave worked massage oil into one limb after the other while leaving his torso untouched. There was no name for the kind of massage that Serling had requested today. No designated programme for how to carry it out on the Spa's books, but the coyote had earned more than enough kudos at the Spa and with this stallion massage therapist in particular to have more than earned a little leeway in that regard. He was more than happy to have new stuff tried out upon him, and in return the staff were more than content to indulge his personal whims when they arose, and explore another new frontier of potential relaxation alongside one of their absolute favourite clients.

"Okay, tell me if this is what you had in mind..."

The massage therapist's voice spoke softly over the gentle music, wind chimes and a deep xylophone of some sort playing over the sound of falling rain against leaves. Serling just beamed, nodding but not speaking as the stallion's strong but gentle hands returned to his face, the first part of his body to have had just a little of the Spa's unique massage oil applied to its features. He felt the equine male's hands come to rest on either side of his smiling muzzle. He felt fingertips pressing gently into his flesh, the magical massage oil having softened not only fur and skin alike, but muscle, bone, rendering every part of his body with which it had made contact pliable and, as would soon become clear, somewhat stretchy.

Dave began to work his fingers, to trace them carefully from the base of Serling's muzzle up towards the tip while maintaining contact and applying only the slightest pressure. A soft whine escaped the coyote, his cheeks flushing at the sensation and his own helplessly happy reaction to it, but the stallion just smiled and kept on working. This was a safe space for the coyote, a place where he didn't have to censor himself, to be embarrassed or nervous about expressing what he enjoyed. And thus as little by little, slowly but surely the motion of Dave's fingers began to subtly stretch and elongate Serling's muzzle, the coyote made little effort to actually stifle his delight as what he had hoped this effort would achieve proved precisely right.

Of course, with his muzzle growing increasingly stretched out and somewhat floppy at the tip as it did so, like a cartoon character whose face had been caught in a door, Serling couldn't exactly tell Dave that. Regardless of his ability to speak though, the look in his eyes seemed to get the point across. Dave chuckled, grinned, and continued working with a warm nod.

"Doing the job, huh? Man, I never would have thought of this. Y'know, if this works out well from start to finish I might recommend it to some of the higher ups. Under condition that they license the procedure from you, of course."

Serling's face burned red, and a slightly discordant and muffled giggle escaped him as the horse continued to tease his face out more and more, stretching it further and rendering it floppy while still maintaining its form and thus its individualised sensory capabilities. In many other massages Serling's body was flattened and squished and softened to the point where everything became amalgamated and homogenised, where all his flesh and bones and nerves and muscles and organs were reduced to a living, conscious but undifferentiated ball of quivering flesh. When that happened, he felt incredibly relaxed, but no longer had any awareness of where any particular part of his body, or any parts of those individual parts of himself were located. But with this, he could still feel his muzzle. He could still feel his nose, his tongue, his lips, his teeth, his jaws, only now it was stretched out to replicate a most incredible and satisfying sensation. His nerves, his muscles were being stretched like he was giving the most deliciously satisfying yawn of his life, but unlike normal, that yawn didn't end with his muzzle closing again and those muscles relaxing. It just continued on and on as his muzzle lay flopping over the edge of the massage table, and with those continually stretched and teased out muscular contractions going on and on, so did that incredible sensation of a stretched out yawn at the very apex of its own satisfaction.

Soon, Dave appeared content that Serling's muzzle was as stretched out as it could get without losing cohesion, at least five times its normal length protruding from his face with a good two thirds of that extra distance dangling down over the edge of the massage table, tongue lolling out slightly as the coyote whined and panted in delight at the supremely relaxing, infinitely satisfying sensation it was provoking non-stop within him. The horse moved around the table, and began to hum gently to himself above the amelodic music as he began to caress and gently stretch with similarly delicacy Serling's right arm. He tugged and teased at it from the shoulder at first, stretching out not only the upper arm but the actual joint where it met with the un-oiled portion of the coyote's torso. Grinning to himself, he heard Serling's happy whimpers growing even more so, bashful in just how intense and numerous they were becoming as the sensation of constant stretching now extended to his shoulder too. His elbow followed soon after, Dave already standing almost a metre away from the table as he held out Serling's elongated and slightly bowed, floppy upper arm, and not long after that Dave was standing even further away as he teased and stretched out Serling's lower arm, his wrist, and finally each individual finger until they drooled like noodley spaghetti all over the floor.

Serling's left arm followed suit with his right, the coyote growing rather glassy eyed from the sheer amount of sensation constantly surging through his mind as first his face, now increasing amounts of both arms were left constantly stimulated by that not exactly pleasurable but unbelievably comforting, satisfying sensation of not just being stretched, but actively and constantly being held at the apex of one of those supremely relaxing stretches. He groaned as on his left arm Dave even took the time to press his thumbs into Serling's palm and stretch that out, a portion of his body he could barely ever recall making the effort to stretch and flex independently, but which now he could feel the benefits of doing without question.

Perhaps inspired by that success, when the horse moved on to Serling's legs, and his feet before too long after that, he paid a lot more attention to the pads and arches of the coyote's feet. He rubbed and squeezed and stretched them out more and more, but only a little at a time. He stretched out each toe individually before returning back to the pads of Serling's paws over and over again, and before long he had the coyote whining, whimpering almost constantly in delight as he found himself struck not just by the general satisfaction of a perfect all limb stretch, but in particular the kind of stretch that came just after you'd dragged your feet free from an agonising cramp. The relief, the perfect mixture of tense muscles held taut, but stretched in relaxation rather than forced spasms. Quite honestly by that point Serling wouldn't have believed that his legs were every bit as floppy and noodlesome as his arms and muzzle even if he'd been able to look over his shoulder and see them for himself. Surely his limbs had to be tense, curved in a true stretch with all their strength and energy devoted to holding it and extending it as long as possible. There was no way anything could feel this satisfying without being the real thing. No way anything could feel this good without actually causing exertion on his part, and having an inevitable end-point where he just couldn't keep it going any longer.

And yet, it did keep going. And going. And going.

Serling trembled and blushed and whined in embarrassment at how good it felt, at how perfectly stretched and how unbelievably stimulated his whole body felt by his limbs being relaxed in this way. He couldn't believe how well it had worked. He couldn't believe how close it had come to matching his hopes and wishes when he'd first proposed this idea to Dave as something hypothetical which maybe they could try out in place of his normal weekly massage. It felt so good in fact that Serling was already wondering if he could ask for another massage just like this one next time. If rather than being relaxed and soothed at his massage sessions, his massage therapists, be it Dave or anyone else, would mind if he found himself somewhat stimulated by what was happening. Left tingling all over, straining, stretching, gasping, blushing at how good it felt. So satisfying, so stimulating and soothing all at once that it almost felt like...

Serling's eyes widened as he stopped focusing on the rest of his stretched out appendages, and instead honed in on one particular remaining portion of his anatomy that thus far he hadn't given a second thought towards. Now though, as he did think about it, he realised something very important. Something which made his already flushed face burn hotter and redder still, and which drew a fresh groan from his lips, though not merely one of enjoyment and satisfaction now, but more overt embarrassment too.

He whined nervously as he felt another portion of his body which despite having not been touched by Dave in the slightest had found itself engaging in some rather pleasant stretching of its own, responding to the floods of pleasant sensation that had wracked his body so similar to those brief stretches which the coyote took great joy in performing each and every morning. Stretches which Serling often performed when another part of his body was freshly woken and ever so pleasantly tense, and which had without his even realising it coaxed him into that same state right here, right now.

Suddenly, the coyote didn't think that asking for this particular variety of massage again would be a good idea. And in fact, he definitely didn't think he'd be recommending it to the Spa as an option for them to offer to a wider ranger of clients, if his reaction was anything to be judged by.

Though, embarrassed and overwhelmed as he was while Serling lay there; pinning his twitching arousal to the massage bed and praying that Dave wouldn't notice, or notice that he had noticed, the coyote still couldn't help but revel in just how good it all felt. Just how warranted his body's reaction really was.

So good, that no matter how embarrassing his body's reaction, he still didn't want it to end. And, truth be told... so good, that if he did manage to hide his reaction to it from Dave successfully this time, then maybe, just maybe he might just be tempted to ask for it all again next week.

By Jeeves

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