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This story was written for Serling as part of their patreon reward bundle! It contains magical massage related TF involving consenting adults. :3

A Ringing Endorsement

"So, how did they... ah, h-how did they do it?"

The zebra giggled as she kneaded the flesh of Serling's shoulders and felt them beginning to soften, the glistening massage oil upon the coyote's body beginning to take effect already. Nevertheless she shook her head as she stood beside the resting body of the male, smiling gratefully as he glanced up at her while his muscles still allowed him to do so.

"You're very kind, Serling. But, you don't want to hear me going on and on about how my fiance proposed while you're trying to relax. This is your time, not mine."

Murmuring happily as he settled back down upon the massage table, Serling shook his head.

"I know this is your first time massaging me, but... trust me, I wanna hear it. If you don't want to tell me, that's totally cool. If you prefer to stay quiet and just focus on your work, I'm okay with that. But, if you talk to Dave or Harrison or Xander or any of the others who massage me more regularly, we chat all the time. And then when I can't talk any more, I always find it soothing if they have stories to tell me. Something funny or awesome that happened to them since the last time we spoke. Seriously, Joanne. I... mmmh, I really do want to know, if you want to tell me."

The zebra blushed, pausing for a split second as she thought back to the time that she was being asked to recount and felt tears of joy springing to her eyes. It was still so fresh in her mind. Still so clear. It had happened less than a week ago, after all. But despite its recent occurrence, Joanne hoped that wasn't the only reason the memories still seemed so vivid and the reason they still hit home so hard as she recalled them. She hoped that never changed. That she never stopped getting teary at the mere thought of that day, and that she never lost the intense focus, the sense of being right there like it had happened minutes ago, not days, not weeks, not years ago even as time went on. She never wanted to lose the feeling of wonder and joy that had lived inside of her with each and every passing second since her girlfriend proposed to her. So, in other words... yes, despite what she'd said to Serling, she really, really did want to tell him about the night her girlfriend became her fiance.

"At least once a month, we go for sushi together. I introduced her to it when we were first dating. She joked that otters eating fish was already a big enough cliche even before you consider the fact that she's been out of the closet since she was fourteen. Really though she just grew up in the countryside, so while she ate plenty of fish growing up proper Japanese style sushi was something that she just didn't come across until she moved to the city for uni. That was where we met. She was a year away from graduating, I was working in a small massage parlour downtown. We had mutual friends, and... well, we hit it off. We would have become amazing friends I'm sure, if we hadn't turned the very first time we hung out solo into a date half way through. A couple of dates later, I took her out for sushi, and... well, she's been an even bigger fan than me ever since. So, I really didn't think anything much about it when she told me to dress up nice, and that we were going to the fanciest sushi bar in the city."

As Joanne began to tell her story, smiling off into space with wistful joy, her hands began to work Serling's body in earnest once more. To deliver him the massage she was here to provide, but barely actually thinking about what her hands were doing. She relied upon her training, her innate skill as a masseur to carry her, and poured the same joy that was escaping her in every word through her fingertips without even meaning to. The coyote himself could only tremble and gasp, not in discomfort or in shock at the intensity of the massage, but at how pleasant it felt. How warm and soothing and incredibly good the massage felt. A rather goofy smile spread over his face as he felt the massage oil doing its work, his back and shoulder muscles beginning to soften ever more so. More deeply, more potently still than the physical influence of the massage however, he felt all of Joanne's joyous excitement pouring into him through her fingertips while the zebra spoke.

"It was an amazing meal. We play this game sometimes, it only works at conveyor belt type sushi restaurants like this one, and really it's dumb as hell, but we love it. We look away from the belt for a while, and then we guess what dish from the menu is going to be closest to us when we turn round. If we're right, we get to eat it. If we're wrong we have to turn round and try again. I know it sounds silly, but... it makes us laugh so much. I love seeing Maura laugh, more than almost anything else in this world."

Serling couldn't help but laugh himself, happily so at the sheer elation and emotive glee in Joanne's words. He tried to look back over his shoulder, but by now his torso was beginning to enter a rather dough-like, entirely softened state. His spine, the muscles connecting to his limbs, everything that held him together had been squished and massaged into a pleasantly tingling ball, and even in those moments he could feel Joanne beginning to work on his limbs, slowly folding them back into his torso and beginning to knead them into that same amorphous ball.

He couldn't turn his head, that much was obvious, but he could still laugh. He could still speak, and speak he did.

"That's really sweet. I'm sure you guys are an amazing couple."

Joanne giggled, unable to help herself as she flattened out and pressed Serling's arms, then his legs deep into the doughy ball of his torso, her hands disappearing up to the wrists before withdrawing once again, only to grasp another handful of malleable flesh and squeeze, massage and press it inward another second or two later. She sighed joyously, nodding to herself as much as to the coyote lying before her.

"Yeah. We really are."

For a brief while calm and relaxed silence fell over the room as both Serling and Joanne basked in that acknowledgement, both beaming, both buoyed by the zebra's open acknowledgement of just how lucky she was to have a lover like Maura. It was only when Serling felt the zebra's hands upon his neck, beginning to tease, to knead and to draw his head back into the rest of his softened, now entirely unified and balled up body, that Joanne resumed her tale. As Serling felt his face distorting, his whole head being easily squished and squeezed and flattened out against the rest of his body before being pushed down into it, he could still hear Joanne. He could still feel her, and though his eyes were soon swallowed up into the amorphous ball that was the rest of him he could still sense her presence in an almost visual sense, aware if not actively able to see. Thus, he was aware of the happy tears that filled her eyes as she even considered continuing, and he felt a few of them falling down onto his doughy, quivering, balled up body as Joanne continued to massage and sooth his already oh so relaxed, ache-free form when finally she spoke up with an emotive whimper.

"W-we... we were playing that game when I swear, I saw her wink at one of the servers. It was her turn to guess, and she waited... she waited like thirty seconds, thinking so carefully before she made her choice. A special. That's what she guessed. Something unique. Something we'd never seen on the belt before. I almost told her to guess again, that saying something as un-specific as that didn't count. But it was just a game, just our silly little game, so I let it stand. We turned back to the belt, looked to see what was next in line, and... there was a golden plate. A golden plate with an opaque dome on it, unlike anything I'd seen before. We watched it come round towards us, and Maura asked me to grab it for her. I thought she was crazy. It had to be a special order for someone, and it never occurred to me for a second at the time that it was. That it was her special order. But, I grabbed it anyway. I handed it to her, and I felt her hands trembling as they touched against mine. That was when it hit me. When I suddenly realised what might be about to happen."

Joanne swallowed thickly, gazing down and blinking the happy tears from her eyes as she looked at the now entirely squashed, flattened out and formless coyote before her. She buried her fingers deep inside him and wiggled them, giggling as she felt him quiver around her soothing, oh so pleasant and skilful touch. The zebra beamed.

"She took the lid off the plate, and... there it was. In a little velvet box, gold with two entwined bands snaking up, holding a pair of diamonds close together. T-the most beautiful ring I'd ever seen. My ring. My..."

Her hands withdrew from the softened, doughy form of Serling's body, and she sighed in absolute rapture as she gazed down at the hand holding her engagement ring.

It was then that her voice trailed off, and the expression on her face went from one of bliss to one of horror.

She stared down at her ring finger.

At her empty ring finger, and then, in abject dismay, at the slowly closing up, quivering hole that her now absent fingers had left in the gooey, quivering mass of Serling's softened, kneaded and intermingled body.

Panic surged through her, not just because she'd lost her beloved ring, but because of where she had lost it. She knew the rules, no jewellery in the massage rooms, and Joanne cursed herself for not being smart enough to take the ring off before she began as she had done for all her other appointments since the day she received it. The rule was there for her own protection, after all. No jewellery, no buttons, no small detachable objects whatsoever for precisely this reason. Because losing a piece of jewellery in the workplace was an inconvenience, but losing a piece of jewellery inside a client was a lawsuit waiting to happen.

She had to find it. She had to get it back, not only because it would mean her career if Serling realised what had happened and reported her for it, but also because of what it meant to her. Because of the story she was telling, and how it would forever tarnish the memory of that day if less than a week later she had to end that story with 'and then I lost it inside of a coyote's oiled up body'.

Clearing her throat, trying to put on the same cheery, joyous tone as before so as not to arouse suspicion, Joanne pressed the fingers of both hands back into Serling and began to explore his rounded, balled up form inch by inch, delving deep, stretching and pulling him, teasing each inch of his softened body out from the rest to ensure that there was nowhere in the portions of him that she searched where the ring could possibly remain hidden.

"She had the most wonderful speech planned. She told me about it later. She said she'd actually written it out, and read it over so many times to memorise every word, every poetic declaration of her love for me. But, as soon as she saw me see the ring, and as soon as she saw the look on my face... we both knew the answer already. We both knew that I was going to say yes. She didn't need to win me over. I was already hers."

With the ring still out of sight, despite her best efforts to both sound and act like everything was normal and she was still merrily telling her story, Joanne found herself getting more forceful, more undeniably rough in her treatment of Serling's flattened, softened body. She began to stretch him out across the massage table, pulling and tugging him in all directions to flatten out his body in the hopes that she would be able to see the indented impression of the ring somewhere within his form. When that plan failed however, she began to do as she had been doing originally. Taking individual handfuls of the coyote's softened flesh and tugging it apart, teasing it into even thinner strands where there was absolutely nowhere for the ring to hide, going inch by inch, handful by handful through the male's body with increasingly less concern for how the ever more rough and rapid action of her hands must have been affecting him.

Truthfully though, while a rough massage of that sort might have proven a little too much for some of Joanne's clients, Serling had most definitely known far rougher in his many experiences getting massaged here. He could most definitely feel the increase in intensity, but while it made his squished, softened body tremble and quiver all the more desperately in response, it was anything but unpleasant. He actually found the entire situation rather thrilling, and though of course there was nothing he could do or say to stop it, that was okay because in that moment, feeling the rough but still relaxing, still pleasant assault of Joanne's hands upon his body, he had no desire to make the zebra stop.

"She spoke two words. Just... c'mon, c'mon, where are you... just two words to me. A question she already knew the answer to. A question I was already nodding in response to before she spoke it. The ring was in her hand, and I was already shoving out my own hand, finger outstretched, r-ready to let her put it on me. 'Marry me'. That was what she said. And... oh god, and then the ring was on my hand. Then we were engaged. A-and as I looked down at the ring, then up into her eyes... I'd never been happier. I'd never known I could be as happy as I was then. A-as I have been ever since she put that ring on my finger."

Joanne had to find that ring. She knew of course that its presence or absence didn't change how much Maura loved her, and she knew that the otter would forgive her if she lost it. But... she couldn't. She couldn't have lost it, and she couldn't forgive herself if she did. She pulled harder, harder still upon clumps of Serling's softened form, feeling his malleable body straining and fighting to keep up with the way she was treating it as she became desperate, increasingly little of his body remaining unexplored by her questing hands and wide eyes, but the ring still utterly unseen. It had to be here. It just had to be.

The coyote meanwhile was in heaven. He had figured out by now what was going on, what had driven Joanne so wild, and as bad as he felt for her, as much as he wanted to free her from this state of panicked concern, a selfish part of the coyote was glad that he was incapable of speaking. After all, if he had been able to communicate with her more actively, Serling would almost certainly have made himself do the right thing. He would have pointed her to the tray sitting beside the massage table, the tray upon which sat the bottle of massage oil and the various other accoutrements which were always close to hand when a massage began.

He remembered seeing her pick up the bottle of massage oil, open its cap, and prepare to turn it over and pour a little out into her hands just before they began. But then, clear as day, he remembered seeing her pause. Seeing her look down happily at her ring, and then casually, absent-mindedly slipping it off, placing it upon the tray before oiling up her hands.

She was so frustrated right now, so angry and upset at herself for losing her ring. But, she hadn't actually lost it at all. And Serling knew that eventually, when she looked up and saw it upon the tray, she would realise her mistake and stop acting this way. Stop pulling on him, kneading and pummelling and tugging so violently at his flattened out form.

Hopefully though, once all this was over and once Serling had time to re-solidify to his prior form, Joanne would believe him when he told her that it was okay. That far from disliking what she'd done to him in her frustration, he actually rather enjoyed it.

And hopefully, the coyote thought to himself as he heard a whinnying cry of frustrating and anger escape Joanne, feeling another rush of delight surge through him as she began to tug even harder, even more roughly upon his stretched and flattened out form, she would agree to massage him again. To massage him again in the future, just like this. Every bit as roughly, every bit as violently. Every bit as enjoyably.

This was the zebra's first time massaging Serling, but despite her rather frantic loss of control he sincerely hoped it wouldn't be her last. A masseur who was willing to push his body to these limits was someone to cherish, and if she could do so again, perhaps even more so when her actions were purposeful rather than instinctive, Serling wouldn't just be okay with being massaged by her again in times to come. If she promised to treat him like there was a priceless piece of jewellery lost inside of him each and every time they worked together, the coyote would give her the most ringing endorsement possible.

By Jeeves

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