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*CLING CLANG, CLING CLANG* The ring of a bell signals all attention to a skinnier tiger walking in, a coat and hoodie standing upfront. Aluminum door slowly cutting off one chilly blast of air making itself right at home in the lobby. Single scrawny digit tapping the service bell, not long after one large transparent blob of green slime appeared. Forming an oval shaped mound slightly larger than a man, with arms, and a chest coming into shape while a beige Thunder Cats T-shirt made its way up the side. Shirt pulling itself taught around this mound just as the head and face formed, chilly blue eyes befalling our snow bound feline.

"Well hello and welcome to my shop! I'm Monty, owner and proprietor of All Things Body Mods. How can I help you?" Monty crossed his arms, leaning forward on the desk, smile as warm and friendly as one could be. The tigers eyes were wide, taking in everything around him, nervous tinge about where he was, eventually pushing out the response,

"R-Riley, at 530. With Monty." His eyes shot over the slime's right shoulder to take in a magnificent portrait of a lit city then back to Monty, who smiled.

"Ah so you're my five thirty, one moment." He turned, raising his slimy tendrils to a nearby monitor, the ends forming fingers to click and tap,

"I see we're doing some piercings today, three in fact, is that correct?" Riley nodded, the printer behind Monty spat out several sheets to which he retrieved and handed to Riley, clipped to a pen attached clip board.

"Fill these out and I'll come get you when we're ready." Monty turned, leaving him to the paperwork.

"Okay." Riles watched, entranced as the legless form slid effortlessly and I suppose more importantly, cleanly, down the hall, turning to a room off right. Left alone, Riley took in his would be shop of personal alteration, hundreds of intricate little pieces of jewelry filled the lit shelves glinting at everyone as they came in. Walls lined in an eclectic menagerie of art pieces both painted and hand drawn, museum like motif interrupted with a skate festival or band poster. Feline fur shed itself against the black leather cushions as he sat, "poofing" down into one of the lounge seats.

"Lets see.." He pulled out his own pen, gnawed end placed back under a fang,

"Sex, male. Address, 1234 freak st. Name, Riley. Piercing or tattoo site? Junk. Allergies, N/a. Blood born pathogens, N/a. A.T.B.M has my explicit permission to use photos of my tattoo/piercings for advertising yes/no." Riley thought for a moment, nibbling the ball click tip off his pen

"Sure, why not." The thought of other people viewing his mods gave him a slight flush feeling,

"Ready?" The cat jumped, turning to see Monty standing with a warm smile. Nodding, he handed off his clip board to an outstretched tendril, following.

"Is this your first time in a mod shop?" Monty asked, the question snapping Riley's eyes off of his transparent lower half.

"Uhh yeah." Meek response causing Monty to let out a hearty chuckle,

"I figured, most virgin skins are a bit nervous or jumpy." He turned, arms raised toward a prepped sterile studio. Riley entered, a much smaller version of the lobby, walls no less decorated by swag, pins, certifications, or silly statues. Dead center stood a smooth black leather and chrome lined exam chair, very similar to a dentists, ominous waste high surgical tray covered in clamps and gauze extended off left. Monty glided over to the chairs side, right next to the tool tray, long flubber-esque tendril reaching out to shut the rooms door and pull a shorter rolling stool back under him. He turned smiling at Riley who seemed frozen in place, gesturing him over with a gentle double pat on the seat.

"Take your coat off and have a seat, before anything happens we're going to go over a few things." Riley nodded, letting a near by chair hold his hoodie lined coat, revealing a much more lithe male furred tiger chest wrapped in a black sleeveless vest. Chuckling again in surprise as Riles hooked his waistline, pulling everything from belt down to the ankles and hopped bare-assed in Monty's chair.

"While I appreciate the eagerness, we still have some things to go over, but that part's out of the way." He chuckled, forming some fingers and interlacing them.

"Oh..." Riley went beat red in embarrassment, flaccid cock and balls out for the office air to shrink even further.

"Now, since this will be your first time getting anything done and you've chosen some rather intense pieces, I'm going to tell you what I tell most of my first time clients. As you can clearly see I'm a slime, specifically a green slime, most of us get suckered into military work or the medical field because of our medicinal and wound cleaning capacities. I on the other hand, went into piercing, which means in the hour you're here I'm going to pierce you three times and at the end of that hour they will be healed." Riley's eyes lit up at thought of being able to give them a test run later, seeing this Monty followed,

"They will be healed, they will not be worn in, they will be tender for the usual six to eight months but everyone's different. I just urge everyone to please, PLEASE be patient and let your body get used to its new additions." Monty smiled, met with the audible dinner ding of an autoclave finishing its cycle. Riley's eyes went wide as the slime turned back with a tray holding three large piercing needles,

"Woah, thoooose are big." Monty smiled again,

"Deep shaft, Apadravya, and an Ampallang, all in an eight gauge, as you requested." The full breadth of what he'd signed up for hitting all at once. Palms immediately moist, visibly nervous, Monty came in for the save,

"There's still time to back out or we can do this in separate appointments." Riley squirmed at the thought, but he was here for it.

"No. . can we, can we do them all at once?" Monty blinked twice, rolling tongue and cheek, reaching for his clamps as several more tendrils peel themselves from center mass assuring the needles upright in their tips. Follow through tunnels plugged around their ends and jewelry prepped right behind, Monty leaned forward realizing clamps won't work for the head piercings.

"Sorry, very worn in habit. For the Ampallang and Apadravya we won't be able to clamp and do them at the same time, I can still do this but I have to hold your tip with a hand. How do you feel about doing this?" Monty looked over at a beat red tiger, face broken as one piercing clamp found it's mark for the deep shaft piercing, ratcheting down three tabs and securing cavernosa tissue as flat as possible,

"Uhh sure, however you need to do this." The slime's head cocked with a tilt,

"Alright, here we go." Riley tensed, claw tips digging into the upholstered shop seat leather, watching terrified as a dozen or so tool and gauze equipped tendrils descended upon his groin. Monty leaned in, clamp securely locked halfway, pulling slightly. One larger tendril that was Monty's left arm smoothed out, cupping flaccid tiger tip, assured grip almost as snug as the clamp. Wincing, cock locked in a vice from all angles, Riley sat with fur on end. Monty's tendrils slowly working their way into precise positions,

"Okay, ready?" Monty, turned slightly, focus mainly on keeping his needles rock steady, Riley nodded.

"Breathe in, three . . two . . one . . and exhale." Riley exhaled, the breath grew on, longer and longer until time and space seem to become one. Well past the last bit of air leaving his lungs he was still going, needles poised ominously, beginning to shiver as he struggled to find more to exhale. Sure as shit stinks, the millisecond Riley began to exhale all three needles sunk home.

"FUCK!" He jumped, Riley shivered, nerves shaky after having several surgical sharp needles press cut their new home three separate ways through his genitals. Cock tip throbbing hot and spurting, crimson trails seeping into Monty's tendril and fading, needles mere millimeters from each other, "clicking" every other bodily tremor. Monty's grip swelling around Riley's aching member,

"Alright, Imma just let you. . ." Monty turned away, half awkward smirk sealing itself as if he'd no mouth at all, on the fourth flex of Riley's love muscle however,

"OKAY, and the jewelry." Follow through tunnels proceeded by one and a half inch stainless steel bar bells and a yip. Riley's shaft baring it's new hardware in a sleeve as Monty's hand enveloped the rest of his dick.

"Ooh~" Riley couldn't hide the enjoyment, being treated to the sweetest delicacy of pleasure mixed with tinges of lingering pain, he throbbed in Monty's grip.

"Please control yourself, we're gonna be here until you stop bleeding otherwise." Monty gestured, but hell if a green slime could blush, Riley swore he turned a shade of off yellow.

For one whole hour they sat, Riley, although a tad flustered, eventually collected himself not twenty minutes before the hour was up. Monty peeled his arm back, thoroughly satisfied in the metal he'd placed, watching Riley sit up, redress himself and wince.

"Told ya, gonna be sore for a while as things settle and toughen." Emptying his tendrils upon the tray.

"Head to the front and I'll be with you shortly." Riley shutter stepped his way out front with a half limp, fresh flesh tunnels making themselves known as the bar bell balls scraped denim. Short while after Monty resumed post, tendrils clicking away at a disembodied keyboard to slowly turn a card affixed Upad ready for signing.

"Two hundred, yup. And a tip." Riley's claws clicked well passed any allowable dollar amount causing Monty to comment,

"Uhh I appreciate that but that looks like a phone number." Riley looked up shooting the tall handsome slime bath a wink, before turning toward the door.

"But slimes are a-sex..." Cut off by the clinging bell, stubbornly looking back to the paid bill and his tip several times before hitting enter to clear it.

* * * * *

Riley sat, more so laid in bed, bare naked body exposed to the heat blasting in his apartment, phone clutched to chest, Whotube playing on a flat screen. Slits for eyes watching every flop and dangle of the new weight in his member, wincing with each course movement.

"Hmmmm" Riley shut his eyes, imagining that big hunk of a slime piercing and handling him like he did earlier, dick swelling sorely around it's new pieces. Taking it a bit further, he envisioned that as soon as the needles passed through him, shivering as he relived those intense sensations, Monty had jumped him. Viewing himself a right hentai scene, frail, weaker feline frame mobbed by every pound of green slime,

"Ah~ " Riley moaned, dainty claw tips having traveled south, grappling the base of his cock, pulling foreskin just enough to tease that delicate line between nine out of ten genital pain and uncharted indescribable levels of newly discovered pleasure. Deep shaft cradled between pinky and ring claw, he tugged away with pointer and mid tucked securely behind the Apadravya, making it "click" with the Ampallang. Our kitten moaned and tugged, syrupy precum beading atop his piss slit, interrupted perfectly with the hum of his phone,

"God fucking dam- Ope, hellooo" Riley dropped his cock, reading off the random numbers message,

"Hey? This is Monty." The tiger visibly cheered to himself....

To be continued?

You decide! Sort it out in the comments for a part two.