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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon reward bundle! It contains intimate goings on between consenting adults, transformation/goo-play of a sort, and copious amounts of orally related fun. :3

Two Tongues

Of all the techniques and treatments offered by the spa, there was one that Serling had never summoned up the courage to purchase in all his years visiting. At least, not until this day in particular.

Exactly what had prompted Serling to ask for it even he wasn't sure. It wasn't like today had been a terrible day or even a terrible week at work. He wasn't particularly in need of any more stress relief than a normal massage... normal for this venue anyway... would have provided. In fact, even as he heard the words leaving his muzzle while he addressed the receptionist the coyote felt his mind reeling with confusion, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as the red panda smiled warmly up at him.

"Don't worry if they're already booked up for the afternoon, but I was wondering about... the tongue bath."

A soft giggle escaped the receptionist, and she nodded as she checked the computerised booking system before looking up at the red faced coyote once more, beaming from ear to ear.

"Actually they have a session free. You'll have to wait about thirty minutes while they get prepped, but if that's okay with you I can book you in right now."

Before Serling knew what was happening, before he could figure out how he had summoned up the courage to ask so calmly for something he had been thinking about for months upon months, something he had promised himself a dozen or more times that he would go in and ask for only to bail and get a regular massage at the last moment, he was being led to a treatment room some distance away from his normal massage suites. Both outside and in the room looked rather similar, but Serling noticed the main different almost immediately. There was a metal rim running around the edge of the massage table, a little trough and a lip as though present to keep liquid from running onto the floor. He barely even managed to begin thinking about why such a device would be necessary here in particular before his cheeks were burning crimson once again, and when the receptionist left him to get comfortable, assuring him that the massage therapists would be along presently, he found himself too flustered to tell her what he was thinking. That maybe he had made a mistake, and maybe he would be much better off just getting a regular massage after all.

Normally, procedure would have suggested that Serling strip down, slip up onto the table and cover himself over with a towel. But, this wasn't a normal massage. What if he stripped down and the act was taken by the massage therapists as a suggestion that he expected some inappropriately intimate action to take place. After all, considering the rather unique nature of this particular technique it wouldn't be ridiculous to assume that some people might take it to be some sort of not so subtle coding for a less professional, far more personal sort of service. The last thing Serling wanted to do was to seem inappropriately forward, to risk in any way ruining the reputation he had gained as a valued client of this establishment and potentially even risk his being allowed to return. For that reason the coyote remained fully dressed, simply sitting nervously on the edge of the massage table, letting his feet dangle down and kick in the air as he waited, the relaxing music pumped in through speakers all around the room doing little to reassure him while he stared nervously, expectantly at the room's unmoving, closed door.

It took perhaps four or five minutes before the door opened, but even though he had been staring at it intently, expectantly all this time, the turning of the door's handle still made Serling jump rather sharply. He yelped before slapping a hand over his muzzle in absolute humiliation, and his face was burning scarlet when not one but two figures walked in. The first was a tigress, tall and curvaceous, dressed in a set of pale fuchsia coloured scrubs. Behind her was a more lithe, shorter jaguar. He too was dressed in the same pale purple-pink coloured attire, and in his right ear the coyote could see the glimmering shine of a similarly coloured stone, inset into a small round stud earring.

"Good afternoon, Mr Serling. I've heard your name a great many times, it's wonderful to finally meet you."

Hearing the tigress speak up, her voice ringing richly with an accent of Eastern European, possibly Baltic heritage, Serling tore his gaze away from that jewelled earring and smiled bashfully. He watched as the tigress, then both of the felines came to a halt side by side just a metre or so away from him, and after looking him up and down for a moment stepped even closer, hands rising from their sides as they continued to smile back at him. Reassurance and warmth shone in the tigress' eyes, indeed in the gaze of them both, but it was the jaguar that spoke up and addressed Serling even as he, alongside his companion, grasped hold of the front of the coyote's shirt and began to unbutton it.

"I agree with Bethany. It's a privilege to finally be able to put a face to the name that so many of the others have told us about. May I ask, what finally coaxed you over our doorstep?"

Trembling from head to toe as he felt these two figures undressing him like it was the most natural thing in the world, Serling fought not to stammer as he attempted to conjure an answer out of nowhere, because even now he had no idea why today of all days he had finally found himself not only willing and able to ask to try this treatment, but doing so almost without thought. He took a deep breath, let it out in a ragged gasp, and blushed as he shrugged and answered honestly.

"I... t-to be honest, it was something of a spur of the moment choice."

Surprisingly close to his left ear, Bethany purred. One of her hands slipped into the interior of his shirt as the jaguar continued to unfasten its buttons and tease the garment off Serling's lean frame, the coyote's cheeks burning crimson and his eyes bulging as he felt the tigress' breath on his cheek and her hand over his thundering heart.

"We find that's true with so many their first time. You may have read this already, but... do you know how this technique got started?"

Swallowing thickly, Serling shook his head only to tense up, freeze, and gasp loudly as he felt hands upon the buttons of his trousers. Teasing them open, unzipping the front, then another pair of hands, the tigress joining the jaguar in guiding Serling briefly to his feet so that his lower garments could be pulled free from his legs.

"Jamie and I... we were regular massage therapists here. And, we were lovers, too. We were passionate creatures. We still are. But, there were times when we needed tenderness over passion. Love and affection over strength and confidence. We are both very extroverted people. Sometimes we found it hard to strike a balance. We overwhelmed one another with our very presence. But, there was one way we found to relax one another. To be more calm. More gentle in our affections together. We fell back upon our instinct, our primal nature. Like a mother cat soothes and cleanses her kittens both outside and in, we discovered a peace, a calm, a tenderness when we used our tongues to bathe one another. We used it to calm ourselves when we got too worked up, and to calm one another if frustrations or desires rose in less than appropriate places."

All the while as she spoke, the two of them were still undressing Serling. Pulling off item after item of clothing until he was standing in just his boxer shorts, trembling, blushing, hands covering his crotch and eyes tightly shut as he listened to the seductive whispers of the tigress and felt the heavy purrs of the jaguar. Jamie's hands were running all over his sides, his belly and his back; tracing all around where the waistline of his underwear rested as though waiting until Serling was ready before removing it. And sure enough, as Bethany continued to speak, reaching down and clasping at Serling's hands with her own, pulling them away from his underwear and leaving his crotch exposed, Jamie's paws began to move more purposefully once more.

"One day, here at work, I had a bad client. It was his first time here, and his last. He was disrespectful, and rude, and... by the time the session was over, I was angry. I was humiliated. I wanted to run out into the parking lot and throw a vat of massage oil all over him, so he could ooze down into the drain where he belonged. But I didn't, of course. I told my lover. And Jamie, like the kind, caring soul he is, soothed me. Right here in this room, he lay me down on this table and licked me from head to toe, not stopping until I was so peaceful, so incapable of stressing or feeling anger that I fell asleep, peaceful as a kitten. Someone had told the boss how angry and upset I was. She arrived soon after, but when she found me as restful and calm as I was, she asked Jamie how he'd done it. And when he told her... she asked if it worked on other people, too."

Serling yelped bashfully as his boxer shorts were pulled down, rendering him utterly naked. He looked around for a towel with which to cover himself, but there wasn't one. All too gladly at the felines' insistence he scrambled up onto the massage table, happy to lie down on his belly and conceal his nether regions from view. No sooner had he begun to do so though, the jaguar cleared his throat.

"While you're willing to lie whatever way makes you most comfortable, we actually find it better if people rest on their backs. Unlike many massage techniques, ours relies heavily on the face and chest being accessible."

The coyote's cheeks burned crimson as he looked from jaguar to tigress, as though seeking confirmation, or more hopefully seeking to see the two of them grinning as they reassured him that they were joking. There was no such luck to be had though, and thus despite his every intention Serling found himself shuffling around once more until he was lying flat upon his back, hands clasped over his crotch once again while he watched the two felines take up positions on either side of the table. His eyes bulged as each of them reached out a hand and placed it upon one of his arms, gently tugging, pulling it down to his sides and in doing so revealing his crotch. Once more Jamie began to speak, but his words were barely audible to Serling as at the same time he watched Bethany leaning forward and planting a soft, tender kiss upon his chest, almost directly over his heart.

"Don't worry if you get aroused, Serling. Considering how often our society confines intimacy to romantic or sexual situations, it's only natural that you'd react that way at first. Just please, try to relax. Try to remember that all we want to do is make you feel calm."

Serling shuddered as he felt the first rough, rasping stroke of the tigress' tongue over his chest on the very spot that she had kissed, the barbed surface of her tongue grazing through his fur and dragging across the flesh of his chest in a way which felt anything but relaxing or calming at first. He squirmed where he lay, fingers clenching into fists by his sides and a lingering groan escaping his muzzle when just moments later he watched Jamie's head bow over his torso too, the jaguar planting an equally affectionate peck upon his stomach before beginning to lick at that same spot just like his lover. Serling's face flushed deeper and deeper, and despite trying with all his might to resist he whimpered in apologetic humiliation as he began to feel himself becoming aroused by the intense, overwhelmingly different, close, intimate sensation of those two tongues lashing so tenderly at his bare flesh. Even as his arousal grew though, even as he felt his sheath swell and his erection begin to protrude forth from within, neither cat reacted. They didn't yell at him, they didn't draw back with expressions of horror or revulsion. They didn't react to the presence of his erection in any way, in fact. They simply continued to lick him, to bathe him with their tongues not just upon the spots their lips had first touched, but across his torso and soon beyond. Jamie took Serling's left arm, licking from the shoulder down, while Bethany took the right. They worked tirelessly and tenderly, they worked so calmly, so affectionately that it was almost impossible for Serling to keep in his head that this was a service which he was paying for, a professional endeavour rather than some deeply personal, private act that he had somehow convinced them to open up and share with him.

In a daze, Serling barely realised it at first, but as the minutes dragged by and the onslaught of warm, kind, gentle affection from the two felines continued, his arousal faded just as it had arisen. His anxiety and tension over what was happening to him faded in a similar manner, and Serling found himself more and more relaxed, more and more light-headed with peace and calm. Every sweep of the two tongues was like the most loving caress, a reminder, a reassurance that everything was going to be okay. He felt safe. He felt protected. He felt adored.

And then, after some time and so much relaxation that he barely noticed one of the two big cat's tongues temporarily leaving him, he felt something else wonderful. An intense but oh so familiar tingling as hands rather than tongues briefly roamed across his body, working massage oil, the spa's patented, uniquely magical massage oil into his saliva moistened fur and flesh. Coating him in it all over, from head to toe in a glistening, shimmering layer of oil, before the tongues returned with every bit as much warmth and affection as before. They licked him more. And more. And so very much more, until a new sensation began to suffuse through Serling with each and every sweeping stroke of their tongues.

He knew what the massage oil did, what effect it had upon his body. But never before had he felt the effects of a tongue upon it, far more accustomed to feeling hands, feet, other more active and brawn-oriented body parts pressing, massaging, squeezing, flattening and folding him up as his body softened under the oil's influence. This feeling however, the feeling of tongues rasping across his softening flesh over and over again, teasing aside layer after layer of his squishy, softened self, was something entirely new. It was like he was being eroded away, like a rock by waves on the shoreline. Smoothed out, grazed and diminished slowly, lap by lap, wave by wave. There was no pain to it though, far from it. As he was swept away into an increasingly wet, gooey puddle, the parts of him rasped off by the cat's rough tongues drooling down into the trough-like tray around the massage table's edges, he only felt more and more relaxed, soothed and overwhelmed only in the most warm, tender sense. Serling didn't just feel more relaxed and calmed by the sensation of his own self being swept away than he had by many of the more recent, standard massages this place offered. His head span as he realised, as he conceived the simple truth that this might well have been the most relaxed, the most soothed and cared for he had ever felt within the walls of this spa.

The coyote tried to tell the cats surrounding him that. He tried to open his muzzle and admit that truth, to apologise to them for not trying this sooner, not trusting in their skill just as he had trusted in so many others who had done so many other seemingly impossible things to him without question. His muzzle never actually opened though, and as Serling felt a rough tongue lapping at his face, he honestly wasn't sure if he even had a muzzle to open in that moment. He felt so peaceful, and with his eyes either lapped away or closed in that restful state, he couldn't help but feel as though it might be easier to express himself, to tell the feline masseurs how he felt about all this, after letting himself rest. Letting himself sleep, just a quick power nap for a minute or two. He would tell them, that much was certain. He had to. It felt too good, too incredible in its soothing relaxation for those involved not to be thanked profusely and sincerely.

But... not right now. Right now all he wanted was to lie there and bask in the calm, in the feeling of his body being licked away to nothingness, to a gooey, glistening puddle.

Right now, all he wanted to do was rest.

Rest, and feel his body, his gooey, liquefied body, being caressed, splashed around, and stirred ever more soothingly by those two most wonderful, most talented, and most tender tongues.

By Jeeves

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