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This story was written for Serling as part of their Patreon commission reward for May 2018. It contains massage related transformation/goo-play involving consenting adults. :3

By Paw and Claw

The spa had hired a handful of new massage therapists in recent weeks, and thus Serling had felt as though he practically had no choice but to schedule in a few extra appointments so he could test them out one by one. When his first session of the week came however, and the coyote laid himself out upon the massage table as he had so many times before, the figure who soon arrived to greet him was not what he had expected. No young, sprightly, wide eyed and inexperienced massage therapist with big dreams and a whole bunch to prove, but instead, a figure so broad of shoulder and tall in stature that for just a moment Serling found himself wondering if the newbie had cancelled, and he was being assigned Dave or Harrison for today's massage instead.

Of course, once the figure stepped into the room and into the more dim, gentle light suffused throughout it compared to the brighter light of the corridor beyond, their silhouette slipped into focus and revealed to Serling a face that while upon a body both huge and powerful in stature, was illuminated by a glowing smile, and radiated the eagerness of obvious youth.

"Hi, Serling."

The tigress beamed warmly to the coyote, her voice as high and soft as her body was tall and hulking. She was dressed in the same lilac scrubs that served as the uniform to many of the spa's massage therapists, though Serling swore that even Harrison's muscles hadn't been outlined quite so tightly against the material as hers appeared now. It was hard to be sure that his mind wasn't exaggerating just how muscular she was at least a little though, for every time he tried to regard another portion of her body, Serling found his eyes drawn helplessly back to her toothily, infectiously grinning face. She looked so sincerely happy, so absolutely overjoyed just to be here; just to be present in this moment and ready to begin their massage, and no matter what Serling had expected to say or do in the presence of this newcomer to the spa's team, all he now found himself capable of doing was beaming uncontrollably right back at her.

"I've heard so much about you already. Did you know you're in our textbooks at the training school? I mean, honestly, without your test case examples the book would probably only be half as long! I kinda can't believe you're here on my massage table. It's kinda like meeting a celebrity."

She continued to address Serling in that same warm, light and almost lyrical voice, as though at any given moment she was fighting just to keep from bursting into song. Even as she did so, her powerful form padded closer and closer to the table upon which Serling was at rest. Every time she moved her muscles rippled visibly beneath her rather tight scrubs, but her voice acted as such a counterpoint to her physically intimidating presence that Serling didn't feel even the slightest glimmer of the nervousness he had felt the first time he'd seen Harrison stomp gruffly into the room, or even the first time he had felt Dave's powerful hands press themselves down against his comparably tiny and undeniably weaker physical form.

Grinning back and slightly red faced, Serling shook his head as she spoke of something that few other massage therapists present at the spa had ever taken the time to bring up. Due to his frequent usage of their services, and the many occasions particularly earlier in the spa's history when more unplanned and spontaneous uses of their various unique treatments had been lavished upon or against the coyote, he was indeed in a fair amount of literature on the subject of potential interactions and situations capable of arising when the patented massage oils which made this spa so famous were put to improper use. But, much as he was glad to be able to help train a new generation of massage therapists through his various exploits, be it by having them instructed on how to deal with the situations he had been through or how to prevent them from arising in the first place, he still couldn't wrap his head around how he had just been addressed by the younger tigress.

"I... I'm not a celebrity. I'm just a lucky client eager to get more massages, a-and to take the discounts offered on those massages for letting my sessions be monitored and recorded for training purposes."

The tigress beamed at him, reaching the table upon which he lay but then dropping to her knees beside it, bringing herself perfectly face-to-face with Serling and fixing his flushed face with her dazzlingly eager eyes.

"Well, I'm grateful whatever you think. Without you the spa probably wouldn't have expanded its search for massage therapists to look for those of us with more specialist skills and talents that might... um... cause trouble in more standard establishments without the unique oils and other products on offer here. Basically, your experiences here are probably at least partly responsible for getting me hired."

Serling's face flushed, the coyote feeling both very self conscious and rather proud all at once. He smiled back at the tigress kneeling before him, and nodded to her encouragingly.

"S-so... what was it that you think got you hired? Your specialist skill?"

If possible, the massage therapist's grin grew even brighter and more dazzlingly toothy.

"Would you like me to tell you?"

Her tongue flicked out across her teeth and lips, not seductively at all, but rather in the more wild and predatory manner of an animal who was about to engage in an activity which brought about intense quantities of primal, instinctive joy and satisfaction.

"Or, may I just show you instead?"

She laced her hands together, and cracked her knuckles loudly as Serling watched razor sharp claws spring forth from her fingertips. Only then, as she spoke in a voice that had a little more of a rasping growl to it, did the coyote feel that slight tremor of nervousness run down the back of his spine. But even as he did so, it was too late. He was already nodding eagerly, wide eyed and desperate to know, to feel what this new massage therapist had to offer.

"Please..."

He murmured, transfixed and suddenly trembling in anticipation.

"Please, show me."

The tigress beamed at him, and she slowly rose back to her feet, stepping up to the table as so many other massage therapists had with Serling lying before them over the past few years. Once again the coyote heard her knuckles crack, and once again just moments later he heard the familiar popping of a bottle of the spa's patented massage oil being opened up, followed by the soft, sing-song voice of the tigress purring gently to him once more.

"My name is Rose, and I'm going to be massaging you today. Please relax, and of course tell me if you find anything I am doing remotely uncomfortable or unpleasant. But above all else... I hope you'll trust me. I hope that you, Serling, more than anyone else ever could, will let this happen, and trust me to make it another one of those experiences that neither you nor any student who reads about or watches the recording of this session in the future will ever forget."

Moments later, Serling felt the familiar cooling, tingling sensation of massage oil being drizzled lightly upon his back. He lay flat upon his belly on the massage table, and tried not to blush as he felt his tail beginning to wag instinctively beneath the towel draped for the time being over his midsection. The coyote's rosy cheeks glowed brighter as he heard a soft giggle escaping the tigress, Rose, in response to his helplessly mobile tail, but moments later he forgot all about his tail and his reddened face when he felt the tigress' hands come into contact with his torso. He had felt dozens of pairs of hands press down into the slowly softening, tingling skin of his torso as it was afflicted by the massage oil's magically softening influence, but never had Serling felt anything like this beginning a massage. The reason for that was clear, of course. It wasn't hands pressing down into his back, or more specifically it wasn't the fleshy fingertips or palms of the tigress' hands. What he felt was her claws, her sharp, razor-edged fingertips bringing themselves to rest oh so delicately against his skin.

His breath caught in his throat, and his whole body trembled from ear-tips to toes as he felt the delicate but undeniable prickling of claw against smooth, soft, massage-oil soaked skin. Then her fingertips, her sharp claws began to move, dragging themselves oh so lightly, oh so delicately over his skin. Not enough to draw blood, not enough to cause the slightest pain, but still enough to cause the fur upon every inch of his body to prickle and stand upright as gooseflesh spread across his body. It was a tantalising and shockingly intimate sensation, and it stole away what breath had remained caught in Serling's throat until he was forced to rather loudly and desperately gasp and gulp down a fresh lungful in its place.

Normally of course, such a sensation would have been deeply pleasant and intense at least for a short while, but it definitely wouldn't have packed the same punch to it as a full on massage delivered by the tiger's dextrous yet powerful and meaty paws. As was so often the case at this spa however, that was where the massage oil came in. It began to work swiftly, softening and slowly liquefying the solid fur and flesh of Serling's body. He gasped as he felt the ever so soft rasping touches of the tigress' claws beginning to slice through his flesh regardless of their delicacy, but with no pain, with no violence or blood whatsoever. Instead he felt his body being scored like segments of well worked dough being decorated for an elaborate pie. He felt relaxation like nothing he'd ever known before as his body was teased and scratched not deep through its muscles, but layer by layer of softened skin being stimulated and tantalised alone prior to any deeper relaxation being enforced.

The coyote whimpered softly, happily, as not long afterwards he felt Rose gently lifting and casting his towel aside, allowing her now massage-oil clad claws to begin running down over his buttocks and onto his legs beyond. He heard Rose purring back at his undeniably joyous exclamations, and his toes curled in pure ecstasy as for the first time her fingers flexed, actively applying a little more force and digging the strong digits into his flesh while continuing to rake her claws deeper and more savagely through every last inch of him. Countless times before this Serling had felt his muscles being compressed, squished and flattened, liquefied and rendered nothing more than a flattened, bubbling pool of goo along with the rest of him. Never before though in all his times being massaged had he felt himself being sliced up. Not squashed, not squeezed, not massaged into pulp, but cut to ribbons like living linguine.

Now though, that was exactly what Serling found himself experiencing. He whined and gasped happily as from the neck down he was squished and sliced by the combined efforts of Rose's strong fingers and delicate yet devastatingly sharp claws. He felt himself being separated out into countless segments, onto to be squished back together again and sliced anew. He felt his body tingling all the more pleasantly under the thrall of the massage-oil assisted transformation, and of course as he was divided and reformed and sliced to ribbons once again, he felt the tension of the past week being not just squeezed or flattened out of him, but ripped apart and left floundering, helpless, unable to do anything but fade away into nothingness as an almost counter-intuitively intense relaxation coursed through him wherever those sharp claws made contact.

"So, how are you finding it so far?"

It felt as though hours had passed when Rose's fingers stopped moving, when her claws ceased their tearing and raking though remained extended and buried deep inside of Serling's quivering, wholly softened and malleable form. With his muscles so relaxed that he couldn't lift his head nor indeed get his vocal chords to respond in any truly coherent manner, all that Serling could do was whine happily. He heard the tigress giggle, and felt her fingers twitch, her claws flex eagerly inside of him.

"Would you like a more traditional massage for the rest of our time? We still have about half the session left."

If the muscles controlling Serling's eyelids hadn't been as relaxed and softened as all the others throughout his body, his eyes might have bulged at that moment. Had he really only been experiencing this for less than half an hour? The intensity of the sensation, of every last ripping, tearing slice of the tigress' claws made it seem so much more than that. And yet, if what Rose said was true and they really had that much time remaining to them...

"Or, would you like me to take it further with my claws? Less linguine, more... pulled pork. Totally shredded, for total relaxation. Of course, don't feel like you have to say yes, it's totally fine if you want something more relaxed and..."

Before Rose could finish offering Serling a way out, a way to a more standard and low-key massage, a strangled and gurgling yelp that was the most intense, urgent sound which the coyote could utter at the time burst forth. Serling couldn't utter a single coherent word, but he hoped and prayed that he wouldn't need to. That if Rose had studied him and his various experiences at the spa as much as she claimed to have, she would know exactly what he wanted from her as his massage therapist in that moment.

Sure enough, the tigress giggled a few moments later, and once again Serling's whole body quivered as he felt her claws flexing inside of him once more.

"Totally shredded it is then."

Her voice murmured to him once more, tender as ever, yet a little more wild and savagely deeper in tone now, and with a slight ragged breathlessness to practically every word, particularly those that she spoke immediately before setting to work with renewed, ever more vicious vigour.

"N-no one has ever let me do this to them before... n-not even in my training. But I knew you would, Serling. I knew when I finally had a session with you, I wouldn't have to be all sweetness and light any more. I knew I wouldn't have to hold back and act all delicate and tender any more. I knew when I finally met you, I'd be able to work like I always dreamed of working on a client's body. No restraint. No mercy. Ripping, tearing, shredding, until every last remaining little bit of you is nothing more than confetti, and until you're so chilled out, so relaxed and free from tension... that you'll be begging for me to dig my claws into any little bit of you that's big enough to grasp, and rip those fragments of you apart just one more time."

By Jeeves

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