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This story was written for Serling. It contains massage and flattening/goo related TF. :3 It straddles the line between clean/adult with regards to the slightly kinky content, so apologies if you feel it is wrongly categorised. Would rather be safe than sorry. :3

Watch Your Step

Serling lay on the floor, the coyote red faced beneath his grey fur as he felt his tail twitching back and forth through the air with no clothing covering or surrounding it. Gentle, soothing music played from speakers positioned in corners around the room, interspersed with the sounds of calling birds and the occasional almost insect-like buzz of a hummingbird's wings. Directly in front of the coyote, a small stream ran through the room. A manufactured but still rather beautiful little stream, beyond which were plants and a wall covered in a rainforest mural. It may all have been just a part of the massage parlour's theme for this room, but it worked. The more he relaxed in preparation for his massage the more Serling felt like he was right there in the rainforest, even going so far as to stretch the digits of one hand out and play gently with the cool stream water.

A door opened to the resting male's left, and from where he was lying against the floor the first thing that Serling saw as he turned his head was a pair of large, strong and bare feet slipping free from a pair of flip-flops. Behind them a large, thick tail sat calm and stationary, but the toes of those paws wiggled pleasantly in their freedom as their owner addressed the coyote.

"Good morning, Sir. I'm Xander, and I'll be performing your massage today."

The kangaroo stepped closer to Serling, beaming as the coyote raised his head briefly and looked up to meet the masseur's gaze. Neither one of them said anything more though. They both knew their role in the situation. They were both happy with their roles. Indeed, more than anything else the two males were eager to get started.

Dressed in a pair of silky soft blue shorts and a matching top, almost like hospital scrubs but far more delicately woven and bearing the logo of the massage parlour on the breast, Xander padded over to the far end of the room somewhere behind where Serling lay. The coyote could have looked around and followed the male's motions, but he had been to the massage parlour so often now he could understand exactly what preparations were being made by ear alone. Yes, this may have been his first time receiving a massage of this particular variety and from this particular masseur, but as his ears twitching with anticipation, much of what was happening sounded oh so wonderfully familiar.

First, there came the sound of running water. Hands being washed, or in this case probably feet in a small, floor level basin. Then the gentle, almost imperceptible sound of soft cotton against furred flesh as the feet were dried off, followed by the gentle click of a door being opened. A cupboard, from which several items were drawn. These days the special massage oil used by this parlour wasn't left just lying around where any client could accidentally make use of it without a masseur's attention, or where it could spill and cause unexpected accidents. It had to be mixed on location, with only the staff knowing what quantities of the various chemicals available would produce the results for which this parlour was so renowned.

Serling shivered as he heard liquids being poured. Base massage oil, several rich aromatic scents, and then just a few drops of the catalyst. The one responsible for the delights of sensation which he was about to be put through. Where the coyote lay he felt his toes curling, and blushed deeper as he wondered whether Xander might be watching him from where he was stood, and if he'd seen just how giddy Serling was about getting started.

If he did see of course, the kangaroo remained wholly professional. Soon he was approaching Serling once more and pausing alongside the coyote's shoulders, bare feet flexing and curling their own toes as though he himself was rapt with anticipation over what was about to transpire. He said nothing, nor did the canine, but as soon as Serling looked up and nodded at his masseur, he watched the kangaroo spring into action.

"A-ah..."

With a gasp not of surprise or bashfulness, more just expressing his eagerness, Serling felt Xander straddle his lower back and drop to his knees astride the coyote. He heard the sound of a bottle being squeezed, being set down, hands being rubbed together, and soon enough felt the cool, tingling touch of massage oil laden paws against his shoulders. This massage oil had a slightly different consistency to the one he was used to, less slippery and a little more thick, but that made sense given how it was to be used. Only for a short while did the marsupial's hands roam up and down the length of Serling's back, spreading the oil out and rubbing it tenderly into his fur. Once it was evenly spread out, and the coyote could feel it tingling and those special, unique compounds working themselves into his skin, he wasn't the slightest bit surprised to feel Xander's weight lift off of him.

"Alright, relax now. This might feel a little different from what you're used to, but let's make sure you enjoy the experience, hmm?"

The kangaroo's voice was softer now, lilted with that same almost musical, hypnotic quality possessed by so many masseurs which just seemed perfect to lull a weary mind into a state of total relaxation. Serling sighed in contentment, and nodded slowly. He closed his eyes, laid his head down in his arms, and waited.

It was perhaps ten seconds, maybe fifteen later, when he felt it. The weight. The pressure as the kangaroo's left foot stepped onto his left shoulder, followed by the strong right paw landing upon his right. It was intense. Way more pressure than even the most strong-armed masseur he had dealt with in the past had been able to apply. But even as Xander stepped wholly onto Serling and began to gently rock his feet back and forth, the coyote could feel knots of tension being worked free. He gasped as the kangaroo turned, rotating his feet like a jazz dancer spinning upon a smooth dance floor, then slowly beginning to work his way down the length of Serling's back.

The massage oil did its job perfectly, not causing Xander to slip, but still allowing his feet to flow and work the rich oil into Serling's flesh. With every movement the kangaroo made the male upon whom he was standing and delivering his Ashiatsu massage, Serling found himself fighting to hold back groans of deep satisfaction with only limited success. Every step, every time the marsupial's footpaws pressed down upon any portion of his torso Serling felt like whatever tension he was holding there was being squeezed out. Not just by the other male's weight, this style of massage was so much more than just someone trampling up and down over you, but by the exact points at which Xander focused his weight by rocking and lifting himself up on different parts of his feet, altering his centre of gravity and weight distribution with each step.

"Oohh..."

Serling blushed as a loud, rather obvious moan of relaxation slipped through his lips, but above him the kangaroo just chuckled, the vibration of his laughter running down through his legs, his feet, and back into the coyote's quivering and already thoroughly de-stressed back muscles.

"Don't be shy. Don't be anything right now, other than relaxed. Okay?"

Another soft murmur escaped Serling, but this time just a dazed, giddy affirmative as the tips of the marsupial's toes probed down at the base of his tail, relaxing muscles he hadn't even known were there beforehand.

"Mmmhmmm..."

The coyote's eyelids fluttered, half way between closing in a state of near slumber and widening in surprise at how good it felt as Xander's motions began to be a little more firm and rapid in the sequence with which they were set loose. He would never get used to this feeling. Never stop being stunned by how wonderfully weird it felt as his body was worked to a state of ever more malleable relaxation using this incredible business' unique massage oil. But even considering that, this time was even more unique and different from past occasions. He wasn't just being squeezed and manipulated by a strong pair of hands. He was being squashed. Flattened underfoot by the kangaroo's strong and yet tender paws, more and more literally as at last the tingling in his flesh began to grow, and Serling heard another contented murmur escape the masseur working above him.

"Alright. Here we go..."

The first time Xander's toes pushed against Serling's shoulder and found themselves being surrounded by warm, sticky flesh and fur suddenly melding into one under the pressure of his touch, both he and the coyote couldn't help groaning in shared delight. Both were veterans of the parlour though they had never really interacted until now, but neither one of them had ever begun to tire of just how wonderful and magical the parlour's unique massage oil's properties truly were. Xander grinned as he pulled one of his feet up and away from Serling's body, only to feel thick strands of gooey flesh being pulled away as they clung to his sole and were caught between his toes. At the same time the other paw, now bearing his whole weight, began to sink into Serling's torso, and an almost pleading whimper escaped the coyote as he felt the kangaroo's foot wiggling not just against and upon him, but within him too.

Xander began to work with less finesse now. To not tred carefully and delicately, abandoning any true form of massage and adopting more of a wine-maker's stomp. With Serling's form rapidly softening now that the massage oil had begun to work, not just his torso but his arms and legs and head seeming to spread and flatten out against the floor slightly, the kangaroo's feet kneaded and worked his malleable form like brioche dough. Every so often one paw would drag itself free from the gooey, fur and flesh coloured mass of Serling's form to sweep around and gather more of the coyote's flattened form into the centre, beginning to incorporate arms, legs, head and tail into the centrally quivering blob of the canine's overly and infinitely relaxed form.

Before long Serling was unable to yelp and whimper in delight as he was flattened and squashed by the kangaroo's paws, the vast majority of his body now an indistinguishable, quivering pile of goo that clung to Xander's feet each and every time they rose up from their latest squishy adventure deep into the ball. Over and over Xander flattened Serling out with heavy, purposeful pushes from the flats of his feet, only to sweep them around and draw the coyote's quivering form back into a large ball that could be squashed and squeezed flat all over again. Each repetition ended with Serling more and more soft and pliable, until the kangaroo was almost constantly working just to gather the coyote back into a ball, his figure so liquid-like that even without the large paws of the 'roo to stomp and squish him, he was flowing and spreading out into a quivering, hyper-relaxed puddle.

And eventually of course, that puddle met with the only other source of liquid in the room. Xander's toes splashed and the soles of his feet paddled in the gooey form of the coyote one last time, before a warm burst of laughter escaped the kangaroo. He watched, transfixed and overjoyed by his success, as some small portion of the coyote's squished and flattened figure flowed over the edge of the floor upon which he'd been lying and down the small drop into the trickling man-made stream. The water caught the edge of the canine male's quivering self, and as it began to drag that small portion of Serling's figure downstream with its flow, Xander felt the rest of the coyote's form suddenly flowing and quivering around his feet too. It was drawn towards the stream so as not to be separated from the small portion of the gooey mass already caught in the water's pull, and soon Xander was watching as Serling wholly floated away, suspended in the stream like a long, flattened, fur and flesh toned lily pad.

Wiggling his toes, now feeling cool and rather bare without the oozing gooey-ness of Serling's massaged and mangled body all around them, Xander padded calmly across to the side of the room from which he had gathered his supplies. He reached down onto the small cabinet which stood there, picked up a radio, and depressed the call-button upon it with one thumb.

"Processing, this is Xander. Room seven's client is on his way. Please collect him when he floats your way. You should have his personal bucket ready and waiting."

A warm, female voice giggled in response as Xander released the button, and spoke back to the kangaroo with glee.

"Ooh, Serling? Yay!"

Xander grinned, but rolled his eyes as he spoke back to the over-exuberant ferret on the far side of the radio's call.

"He's already a ball of goo. I know he's your favourite client, but what more fun could you have with him like that?"

The ferret answered, and though Xander couldn't see her, he could practically hear the giddy woman's eyes twinkling with mischievous glee.

"Come down at the end of your shift and find out, and bring those talented feet of yours along. I've been itching to try out this new foot spa the parlour got last week. And with Serling here... well... I think our paws could use a nice, long soak."

By Jeeves

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