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This vignette was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for March 2019. It contains massage related gooiness, public nudity and lots of embarrassing poking and prodding and tugging of various body parts. :o

A Demonstration

When Serling arrived at the Spa and saw the waiting room packed to the point where there were no seats remaining and folks were just standing around or sitting on the floor, he realised with a groan that it was that week. For about fifty one weeks of every year the Spa did its lucrative business quietly and calmly, gathering new clients by word of mouth and working to maintain a continued relationship with many of its regulars, Serling amongst that number. Once a year or so though, its marketing department seemed to wake up from whatever coma they spent the rest of their time in, and flooded the city around the Spa with coupons and first-come-first-serve vouchers which threw the Spa and its employees into disarray every time as people flocked here not out of necessity, but out of sheer novelty for the weirdness of the techniques and guarantees made on those leaflets.

This, seemingly, was that week, and so as Serling padded up to the reception desk where a very frustrated and frazzled looking red panda was typing rather violently at her computer's keyboard, he already kind of knew what to expect as Danni raised her head with a forced smile, then softened slightly as she saw who it was standing before her.

"Oh. Serling. Hi. Um..."

She looked at her computer screen, then at the massive crowd, then back at Serling in an apologetic manner. The coyote's stiff shoulders sank, and he nodded in resignation.

"I know. You're booked up because of the first come, first serve thing. It's okay. I understand. I'll come back next week."

Before he could even begin to turn away from the reception desk though, Danni's hand reached out across the desk and grabbed him by one wrist.

"Hold on. Look, our rooms are all fully booked out, yeah. But the weird thing is, um, Dave is available. We called everyone in when we realised that PR had done their thing again, and this year literally everyone on staff answered the call. We're not limited by staff this time around, just by the number of treatment rooms we have available. But... maybe... w-well..."

Her voice trailed off, brow furrowed slightly. Serling leaned forward, curious and hopeful. He relied so very much on his regular massages here to de-stress him, acting as both an encouragement, a goal to get through the week ahead, and of course relaxing him sufficiently to get him through the next few days of the following work week before the stresses and frustrations of the world could even begin to bring fresh tension to both his body and mind.

"Maybe what? C'mon, Danni, don't hold out on me. If there's a way I can get my massage today, I... I'll do it."

The red panda smiled, and as her eye contact with Serling renewed itself, the coyote swallowed, suddenly feeling as though he had very much been baited into a trap.

"Oh really?"

Danni giggled, winking at Serling playfully.

"Anything?"

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Ten minutes later, Serling whined and blushed as he stood in what was literally a broom closet just off the main reception and waiting area, while listening to Dave working the crowd with the same warm, cheerful banter that the stallion used day in, day out with his various massage clients. Serling squirmed and blushed as he glanced behind himself in the dimness of this enclosed space, and saw the pile of his clothes lying beside him, only a towel now wrapped around his waist. He thought about putting his clothes back on. He thought about slipping out of the closet and telling Dave and Danni that he had changed his mind, and that he couldn't do this after all. He had thought the massage was what mattered, that it didn't matter when or how it happened just so long as it did. But clearly now he was learning that wasn't the case. He needed it to be private. He needed it to be behind closed doors, not exposed and on view for all the world to see.

"...but in the mean time, I'd love to take this opportunity to show you all first hand what it is that makes the massages we offer here at the Spa so unique, and what I hope will bring many of you back here time and time again in the weeks and months to come."

He heard Dave's voice starting to build with enthusiasm as he led up to the announcement itself. He only had a few seconds left to back out. He had to do it now. Serling had to get dressed, and leave right now! He cast aside his towel, bent over to reach for his boxer shorts, and...

"And to help me, I have a client and, if I might be so bold, a friend here today who's been coming here for years. Someone who has more experience being massaged with this Spa's unique and patented blend of oils than almost any other client in our history."

Serling winced. Dammit. Why did Dave have to pull the friendship card. He sighed, set down the boxer shorts once more, and wrapped his towel around his body yet again. Standing upright once more the coyote turned to face the door to the closet, took a deep breath, and sure enough just a handful of seconds later winced again as bright light spilled into the darkness, and Danni urged him out into the light, and into the eyeline of dozens upon dozens of impatient, entitled people awaiting free stuff.

"Getting massaged right here, right now so you can see exactly what relaxation awaits you, may I present... Serling!"

Dave cried out as Danni practically dragged Serling out of the closet and thrust him out into the main body of the reception area once again. Some people clapped, others just watched in idle curiosity. Either way, Serling's face burned crimson as Dave wasted no further time and patted the portable massage table which they'd brought out into the reception area, positioned so that the various waiting customers here for their own free massages were clustered around them in a semi-circle. Slowly, carefully, very aware of his near nude state, Serling scrambled up onto the massage table in a way that retained his modesty and the presence of his towel. He laid himself out flat upon his stomach, and tried to close his eyes and forget all about the fact that he was so very exposed and on display to dozens of pairs of curious eyes.

"So, as many of you may have read, the massage oil we use here has some unique properties which allow us to relax and soothe our clients in a way no other Spa on the planet has yet to be able to achieve. It's totally safe, fully compliant with all regulatory bodies, and such a secret that even I as one of the most senior massage therapists on staff don't have the faintest idea of what actually makes it work, or why. But, if that makes you a little nervous, just ask Serling here. He's been getting massages with that oil for years, and look at him! A fine figure of a coyote if ever there was one."

Serling's face burned hotter and hotter as Dave complimented him, but he did manage to lift his head and nod in agreement before settling down and closing his eyes once more, trembling in anticipation despite the circumstances as just a few moments later he heard the familiar sound of a bottle of massage oil being popped open by Dave's strong hands.

"Now, what I'm gonna do with Serling might seem pretty intense or extreme. But I assure you, it's perfectly safe, and it feels incredible. Plus, trust me when I say you'll never meet a group of massage therapists more eager to do our job than myself and my colleagues. It's so much fun to work with clients in the way we're able, and we all treasure the opportunity we get to work with and relax each and every person who comes through our doors."

The coyote trembled as while listening to Dave address the crowd, a constant and inescapable reminder of their presence even if he hadn't been able to hear them shuffling and whispering to one another, he also felt the impossibly wonderful tingle of the first drops of the day's massage oil being drizzled over his shoulders and upper back, before the horse's hands fell upon him and began to work the slick substance into his flesh and fur. After that, for a minute or so Serling felt his cares and anxieties beginning to melt away just as they always did. He felt his muscles starting to soften up under the combined influence of Dave's firm but tender massage and the magical properties of the massage oil itself, and once again was just starting to think that maybe the public venue was worth it in order to receive a massage which otherwise might have had to wait a whole week, until a loud voice rang out from amidst the crowd, jolting Serling back to reality and even making Dave's hands against him tense up at the unexpected outburst.

"Oh my god! Your fingers are going... into him!"

Again, calmly and soothingly in his tone as he continued to massage and attempt to re-relax Serling, Dave explained to the crowd more practically what the massage oil did. That it didn't just allow his hands to move more freely and do the work of relaxing the tension in Serling's muscles, but more actively worked to relax and soften them in a much more literal sense.

"Wait, so... y-you melt people? Like, you dissolve them with acid or something??"

Serling almost giggled at that suggestion, and smirked where his face was resting, thankfully tilted away from the crowd as Dave was forced to explain that no, they weren't melting people with acid here. That it was harmless, and painless, and most importantly of all that it was temporary, and anyone softened by the massage oil would naturally revert back to their original form within a matter of minutes or hours, depending on the intensity of the massage and the volume and strength of massage oil used. By the time he'd explained all that, most of Serling's upper body was softened and jelly-like, with his fur having long since melted into his flesh to give him a smoothed out, grey skinned appearance like a video game character whose textures hadn't quite loaded in properly. His upper body, head included being so softened also meant that Serling was now in no position to cry out in embarrassment as he felt Dave gently lifting the towel away from his midsection, and starting to apply the massage oil to the coyote's tail, to his buttocks and thighs.

To their credit, the audience didn't laugh or snort or make any inappropriate comments about the coyote's nudity, but Serling was still burning hot within his slightly squishy self, relaxed and yet still bashfully overwhelmed all at once in a weird contradiction of equally intense and soothing sensations. In fact from what Serling could hear while his senses were still engaged enough for him to be focused on listening to what was being said around him, folks were starting to get really and genuinely interested about the massage oil's now undeniably supernatural abilities, everyone present able to see the way that Serling's body was flattening out and spreading slightly like a melting marshmallow, and the way that Dave's hands were able to dip into and squish whole handfuls of Serling like he was made of silly-putty.

"Can you stretch him?"

A voice from somewhere in the crowd asked, and Dave responded with a warm chuckle.

"Oh, yes. We flatten, stretch, squeeze... there's a hundred different massages on offer with the oils at their core in all sorts of different styles."

The crowd murmured in approval, but that same voice from before spoke out again, a slight note of excitement perhaps born of something more than simple curiosity echoing in the slightly higher registers of their words.

"No, I mean... I get that. I meant will you show us. Can you stretch him out for us, l-let us see it happen, now?"

Dave chuckled once again, and murmured in amusement.

"Oh, uh, sure I guess. In fact, yeah. Hey... since this is a public demonstration, why don't one or two of you come up here and help me. If you're gonna all get massages like this yourselves, you shouldn't be afraid to get your paws on some of the oil beforehand, right?"

Had Serling possessed enough muscle tone in his muzzle to form words at that moment, he might have objected to random people poking and pulling at parts of his body. But then again, he trusted Dave, and while he didn't know these other people he did feel a certain kinship with anyone else who was going to come here and experience the same incredible relief and relaxation as himself. So, maybe it was fine. In fact, yeah. The more he thought about it, the more he was okay with it. Which was a good thing, since whether he liked it or not, it very much seemed as though it was about to happen.

"Okay, now watch. You take a handful of flesh, press it between your fingers and your thumb with your palms facing up, and apply gentle, even pressure as you pull it towards yourself, flattening and stretching it out like it's pasta dough."

Serling heard Dave explaining, and quivering in relaxation as he felt Dave grab hold of one of his recently oiled up and tingling footpaws, and demonstrate what he was saying upon it, stretching the foot out by at least six inches and leaving it soft, semi-flattened and floppy, much to the delight and surprise of the crowd who giggled and murmured in wonder. A moment or so later he felt an unfamiliar hand upon his right arm, the side of his body facing towards the crowd. He felt less skilled, less confident pressure being applied, and a more solid, less delicate and methodical tug on his arm which rather than flattening out the area around his wrist and over his hand began to stretch him from the shoulder. It actually felt rather good though, his right shoulder having been giving him particular bother over the past week and that rougher touch tweaking free a sizeable knot of pressure.

Over the next few minutes Dave instructed what felt like a number of different volunteers from the crowd on the basics of the technique applied by those who gave massages at the Spa using the oil. He explained it so they would feel more at ease with the process when it came time for them to have their turn on the table, though the more people that tried it and the more that wanted to in their wake, the less scientific and professionally minded his descriptions became.

"Go on, pull a little more. Walk backwards, see just how far it stretches."

He encouraged warmly, laughing as a young ocelot woman took a step back with Serling's now partially flattened and stretched out right arm in her grasp, then another, and another, his arm getting longer and more noodley by the moment yet offering no resistance whatsoever.

"So, is all of him that stretchy now, or just his arms?"

A different voice spoke up from close by, but before Dave could answer at all Serling felt something entirely unexpected. Another hand upon his body, upon a portion of his right flank. The fingers sank into him, grabbed at a handful of softened flesh, and pulled.

"Hey now, c'mon. Remember, Serling's a person. He volunteered for this sure, but he's still a client here!"

Dave chided, though it didn't seem to do much good.

"But, I thought you said getting stretched and pulled and flattened like this would feel good and relaxing to us?"

The horse sighed.

"Yes, it will. But..."

Another hand grabbed at Serling. Then another. They too began to prod and squeeze and tug.

"So, we're not hurting him then. We're helping. The more we squish and pull and flatten him, the better he'll enjoy the massage?"

An audible snort of frustration escaped the horse.

"Okay folks, let's not get carried away. Let's all take a step back and..."

The more he spoke, the more it became clear to Serling that the audience had stopped listening. Buoyed by their opportunity at audience participation, there must have been half a dozen hands tugging and squishing and poking at Serling by that point. Then another. And another. He felt someone start to twist and curl his tail up like a corkscrew in a most deliciously pleasant manner. He felt two people grabbing at the toes of his right foot and teasing them out, stretching each individual digit flatter and longer while someone else started poking at the sole of his foot to see if he was ticklish, not knowing that with every wiggle and poke to his softened paw-pads Serling was shrieking and giggling internally, though unable to do anything to physically beg the individual involved to stop.

"Hey! Hey! Alright, this is going too far. Oh jeez, D-Danni, can you call up some of the other rooms please, get people to come help me? They're not listening. They're... oh goddammit, hey! What the hell do you think you're doing??"

Unable to move, unable to resist how good the two dozen or so hands now squeezing and grabbing and stretching and flattening him felt, even if he had to deal with being tickled at the same time, Serling could barely bring himself to understand Dave's frustration and outright anger. Sure, he hadn't vocally given consent for any of this, but... god, it felt nice in an embarrassingly unplanned sort of way. He was being massaged by so many people all at once, even if most of them had zero clue what they were doing, and...

If Serling's eyes could have bulged, they would have as while his mind was casually and lazily letting itself marinate in the relaxation of his softened, stretched out self, he suddenly felt what it was that had made Dave react so strongly now.

He felt a hand somewhere new.

A hand tugging, stretching a part of him which until now had been safely and politely tucked away beneath his body where it had been lying on its belly. But now, it wasn't so hidden any more. And now it was being tugged on, pulled at, lengthened and touched in a way that made some of the other onlookers and pokers and prodders at his body burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of what they were seeing, and others gasp in shock as they saw one of their number taking things what was obviously a step too far.

Inwardly Serling quivered in intense embarrassment, in humiliation, and yet in continued relaxation all at once as he felt people pulling on and squeezing parts of him that were off limits to any massage therapist, even those who were officially trained and like Dave he trusted to do anything that would offer him relief and relaxation. Tugging not just in amusement, but in a tug of war to free him and that specific portion of him from the grasp of whoever had inappropriately taken hold of it to begin with, but all holding and squeezing and pulling on it nonetheless.

The coyote quaked in embarrassment, he quivered in his softened, relaxed and yet now overwhelmingly abashed state, and he tried to ignore what was happening as Dave and what sounded like a couple of other members of staff waded into the fray to push the crowd back at last, to force them away from him and to stop them from touching him anywhere. Most of all though, what Serling tried not to focus on, what he tried so very hard to ignore... was just how good all that tugging felt, in a way that wasn't the slightest bit relaxing, but was still ever so shamefully stimulating.

By Jeeves

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