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This vignette was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for the month of January 2019. It contains massage and body-shifting related goings on between consenting adults. :)

A Little Wrung Out

It had been a rough couple of weeks, and as a result Serling had been more eager than ever for each of his massages at the Spa when they finally came around. For that reason he was a little more nervous than normal about today, because months back when he'd booked these appointments past Serling had decided that it would be a great idea for him to try out one of the Spa's new treatments which they were only going to be debuting in the new year. At the time of course, the Hydration Therapy massage had sounded immensely soothing in its own right. Now however all that the coyote really wanted was to be mashed into a puddle of goo by strong hands in order to ensure that for a few hours he wouldn't be able to feel tense, stressed, or anything really beyond a pleasant tingling as he quivered as a puddle of utterly contented goo.

When Serling arrived for his appointment, he found two things that surprised him. First of all, there was no massage table in the room he had been guided to. Instead he found what looked more like a shallow bathtub raised off the ground on sturdy, stable wooden legs at a height where someone of his stature would require a set of steps to enter it. Additionally, rather than any of the more familiar massage therapists which Serling had gotten to work with over the years a burly polar bear woman stood by the tub. She had a focused, rather frustrated look on her face, and appeared to be in the midst of pouring a truly huge bottle, more of a drum really, of what looked like the Spa's unique massage oil into the bath.

As the coyote entered, the expression upon the polar bear's features immediately made him worried, but no sooner had he cleared his throat, he felt a little guilty for the assumption. Her head rose, her expression shifted, and it became rapidly clear that her standard, neutral facial expression was just a little more serious than some other people he was used to interacting with. She beamed, hefted the massive drum of oil into one hand only while still holding it against her strong body to let it continue pouring, and extended the other over the tub towards Serling.

"Well hello there! I'm Marjory, and you must be Serling!"

Her smile lit up the room, and the tone in which she spoke; half way between that of a mother and an elementary school teacher addressing her class, immediately made the coyote blush as he suddenly pictured her with horns and offering him a butterscotch cinnamon pie. He nodded, increasing his pace and hurrying over to shake her outstretched paw. She continued to smile warmly, as did he thanks to its sincerity and infectious nature. A moment later the polar bear gestured to the tub while pouring the last drops of oil into it, and explained the procedure in brief. Serling blushed, nodded, and though at first he was still feeling a little like a regular massage might have been more suitable for his needs today, he couldn't deny that Marjory was definitely selling the heck out of what she planned on doing.

For that reason, barely two minutes later Serling was blushing as he stripped out of every stitch of his clothes. He gave a yelp of bashful amusement as Marjory lifted him by the underarms up into the air with absolute ease, and dunked him down into the tub. Immediately, Serling's eyes bulged as from all sides he was surrounded by warm, slick massage oil. He yipped, almost slipping and ending up submerged in the tub flat on his back, but Marjory had a strong hand there behind him to keep him from doing so. Soon he was settled with his footpaws bracing himself against the base of the tub, and with his hands gently resting over his crotch, he lay there and continued to look over at the polar bear with a bashful smile as she simply pulled up a stool, sat down next to him, and smiled back.

"It should take about five or ten minutes to work..."

She murmured soothingly, explaining for a second time but doing so with such care and calmness that Serling found it far more relaxing than repetitious.

"...and then I'll leave you to soak for half an hour or so, before wringing you out."

The coyote's eyes widened. That detail was new, and her choice of words sent a happy shudder down his spine.

"W-wringing me out?"

He tilted his head, sighing and huffing slightly in satisfaction and contentment as he felt the tingling of the massage oil beginning to spread through his rather rapidly softening body. Rather than liquefying him however Serling could feel the oil making his flesh more porous and absorbent; drawing the massage oil into itself. He blushed as he glanced down and saw that the oil in the tub had already reduced in volume by a centimetre or so from its previous maximum height against the tub's sides. With another warm smile and nod, the polar bear clarified, though not really in a way that actually told Serling what to expect.

"Oh, yes. We can't just leave you with the oil soaked into you long term after all. That's a whole different treatment."

Still feeling the oil soaking into him, his arms and legs heavy and his body feeling so wet, so engorged and hydrated even though he wasn't swelling up or bloating visibly in the slightest, Serling could only give an increasingly gentle, relaxed nod. In fact within minutes he was finding it hard just to stay awake, and his arms had long since fallen to his sides despite the fact that he was still very much nude beneath the translucent amber oil. The more oil that was absorbed into him, the more he felt soothed and calm and so very much like every cell of his body was having its own little hot tub, combined with the feeling of acute satisfaction which came from having just drunk a cooling glass of water on a hot day, or perhaps gulping down a chilled sports drink after some exercise. It continued on that way for some time, until before Serling knew it a gentle touch of fingers brushing the side of his cheek in a tender, familial manner was rousing him from one of the most satisfying naps he'd had in a long, long time.

He opened his eyes, looked down at his body, and moaned bashfully under his breath as he saw that the oil was gone. His fur and flesh was slick, shining, and it almost seemed to ripple as a tremor of excitement, relaxation and embarrassment all at once ran through him. He was lying naked and fully exposed now in the base of the empty tub, and though it seemed impossible the foot and a half or so of oil which had been covering him up was quite obviously all locked away within his body. He couldn't move his arms, his legs, and though his face had never been submerged even that felt soft and hydrated in the same way, as though like a sponge his body had drawn the oil up through even the parts of itself which had not been submerged.

"If you're ready, I'll lift you out and take you to the massage table."

Serling couldn't nod. He didn't even really know how he'd managed to open his eyes for that matter, but a contented, grateful gurgle escaped his lips to convey his assent. Seconds later warm arms laced beneath him, and he was scooped up and carried with absolute ease over to what he could only imagine was a more standard design of massage table on the far side of the room. The polar bear set him down gently, arranging his body as though he was lying in readiness for a normal massage with his body face down and head resting in the comfortable supports of a framed indentation at the top of the table. She treated him so carefully, so tenderly that Serling wondered if she was worried about hurting him, which couldn't have been further from the truth as every little application of even the slightest pressure felt incredible to his hydrated, softened and intensely receptive skin. After she was done getting him all set up though, things changed rather suddenly from the softness, the delicacy that had preceded that moment.

"Okay now..."

She murmured in that same gentle, motherly voice.

"...I'm gonna get you all dried out again, and then I'll leave you here to relax for a little while."

No sooner had her voice faded away, Serling felt two hands grab hold of his tail. He felt it being lifted, blushing as he felt his rear end being exposed as a result, and then... then she began to wrench it in opposite directions, twisting, winding the length of his softened but by no means wholly liquefied tail like she was wringing out a wet towel. Had Serling been able, he would have howled at the intensity of the sensation. He would have thrashed and kicked and curled his toes, but not because it hurt, at least not in the bad way. It was just so intense, and so good. He had been so hydrated and so sensitised by that hydrating flood of oil soaking into him, and now as it was being squeezed out again, Serling was able to feel the liquid running down his tail and over his flanks onto the table below. He whined and huffed in the only vocalisations he was currently capable of while he received precisely the sort of intense massage he'd craved upon first arriving today... only ten, maybe even a hundred times as intense as hands didn't simply squish him, but squeezed and manipulated him to overwhelming extremes.

The tail was just the first part of himself to experience that invigorating wringing and squeezing free of every drop of oil, and Serling's eyes rolled back. His body shook and quivered, rippling like a just barely set jelly as it was dropped flat and limp to the table once more before being left to slowly uncoil from its last batch of winding and twisting while the polar bear moved onto another limb. She wrung out his thighs with such force that Serling swore her fingers were going to go straight through his flesh and out the other side, yet not for a moment did he cease to enjoy the strength of her touch. She bent his knee at an angle that should have been entirely impossible without the massage oil's softening influence, and twisted his lower leg around and around, holding it taut and dribbling oil from its length as she not only squeezed his paws like toothpaste tubes with her hands, but twisted and wrung out each individual toe to absolute perfection.

The second leg followed in a similar way, but when the polar bear moved on to Serling's arms much to his delight he felt her start with the fingers and move up. His tongue lolled out of his softened, panting muzzle and his eyes glazed over, grunting, gasping, whimpering as he was simultaneously so soothed and relaxed by the sensation that he felt he could fall asleep right then and there, and so overwhelmed and stimulated by it that he was worried the polar bear might think he was enjoying it in a very different kind of way. In that moment, Serling was incredibly grateful that his body was far too soft and relaxed to manifest such a response even if he had.

Finally though, with all his limbs squeezed clean and dry once more; still softened but now in a more normal, familiarly flattened and squished state relative to his more common method of being massaged, only his torso remained to be tended to. He yelped, apparently still able to emit such loud sounds if the sensation truly warranted it after all, as Marjory took him by one shoulder. She placed her other hand on the small of his back just above his tail, and flipped the top half of Serling's body over while leaving his lower body facing flat against the table to preserve his modesty. For a moment the coyote's glazed, bulging eyes stared up at the polar bear, and she smiled at him warmly. Marjory shifted her hand from one shoulder to the other then flipped him over again, adding another full one hundred and eighty degree twist to his now coiled torso. Serling felt the oil pouring out of him, flooding off the table and drumming onto what must have been some sort of metal collection tray below by the sounds of things. He felt Marjory twist him again, and giggled helplessly as he saw her smile encouragingly at him yet again before turning him and flipping him onto his stomach one more time. All at once he was relaxed and tense, softened and yet so tightly wrung out in a twisting spiral that even his softened, relaxed body felt like a coiled spring.

Serling whimpered and gurgled mindlessly at the feeling, but joyously so. After years of attending this strange and wonderful Spa, it never failed to delight and enthral Serling when they still proved able to surprise him, to introduce his body to new extremes of relaxation, comfort, and gleeful impossibility. And today in particular, on a day when he had been so very in need of the distraction and relaxation which these massages provided, he was particularly grateful for that fact. Not to mention grateful to the powerful yet gentle woman responsible for making it possible, who even now as she lifted his whole body off the table like it was nothing and began to twist and fold him together like a well wrung wash-cloth, was still speaking softly, and almost mothering him with her tender presence.

"There now. All done. I'll just get the last few drops out, and then set you down somewhere nice and quiet to let you come back to yourself. Then we can have a nice little chat about how you felt it went... and how if you'd like another appointment next month, I can perhaps show you the full hydration package, rather than just the basic one."

Serling's head span.

There was a full package? This wasn't the full package?

He recalled Marjory mentioning something about a long term oil soak earlier, but at the time he hadn't known how this session was going to turn out, thus he hadn't really thought about it any more until right now. Suddenly and perhaps understandably though, he could think of nothing else.

He squeaked, and whined as his body was knotted and twisted tighter and tighter still within the polar bear's crushing yet tender grip. Yet somehow in spite of that fact, either by pure luck or sheer force of will, he still found himself able to give a single, desperately eager nod.

By Jeeves

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