A massage for Unit Nine
By Strega

She was easily two feet taller than he was, and though the werefox was slender compared to the larger werewolves, especially the big males, she still weighed something like four hundred pounds.  That didn't include the lumpy bulge in her middle that sloshed as she rolled onto her belly. A brush of a tail four feet long shifted to the side, intentionally or unintentionally exposing her sex, and her long vulpine ears flipped around like radar dishes to point at him.

Leo would be intimidated if this was his first Were, but she wasn't.  He might still have been had he never seen one with the bulge of a partially digested human in its belly, but he'd seen that before too. Rather than shy away he dug his practiced fingers into the muscles of her back. Weres were far stronger than they had any right to be even given their great size and massaging one was a challenge. It was a challenge he accepted.

"You're tense," he said, and redoubled his efforts.  The werefox let out something like a purr as he found a good spot and a bit of the tension went out of her iron-strong muscles.

"Seven keeps telling me I need to spar more," she purred.  "I thought 'Why bother? I can throw humans around like toys.'. But she may be right.  This guy," She elbowed her belly, making it slosh as partially liquefied man shifted, "Put up one hell of a fight.  All he had was a baseball bat and he beat the snot out of me, somehow staying out of reach."

"But you won," Leo said as he worked on the long muscles of her lower back with the heels of his hands.  Weres regenerated injuries and that included bruises but somehow the fight had left her tense and aching anyway.

Unit Nine shrugged.   "He still lasted a lot longer than I expected. He even kept kicking after I swallowed him for just an amazingly long time. He really did not want to lose."

"What did he do?" Leo skipped over her furry ass, which was all muscle and not prone to stiffness like the areas around bones and joints, and moved to her  thigh. She shifted her knees fractionally further apart as he worked. He was sure she was deliberately showing him her sex. Trying to tempt him into doing something so she could justify eating him?  No, she worked vice but she was still a cop.  The Weres ate people but it was for good reasons. The most that would happen if he did anything was she'd snap at him or kick him out of her apartment.

If it'd been a male fox, or wolf or whatnot, he might have done something. Cautiously, to see how they'd react. A set of furry balls would tempt him far more than a foxy pussy.  He was all professionalism around Unit Nine.

"Human trafficker," she purred.  "Not my favorite people.  Raped women to break their spirits.  Liked doing it.  Tried to rape me in my human form.  Fourth man who's tried that.  Fourth man to learn what it's like to be digested by a fox."

"That sounds like a tough job," Leo said. "Roll over." Her swollen belly gurgled as she did.  Her small breasts hid in her puffy white chest fur and her belly fur made it harder to see her sex.  She was lean and powerful, with abnormally long arms that let her run on all fours if she wanted.  At least the werewolves did that. He'd never seen Nine move that way. Leo went to work on her right shoulder where the chest and upper arm muscles ran together. 

She seemed relaxed there and he decided to have a look at her feet instead.  The Weres were all digitigrade, the word apparently was, with big, padded, four-toed footpaws. She was the smallest of them and her feet were still as wide as his face.
She was watching him out of clever amber eyes, and her nose twitched.  "So, you and Six," she purred.

"Six is how I met you and the other werewolves," Leo said as he dug his fingers between her toes.  Foot massages were something of a specialty of his and the werewolves really liked them. The werefox did too. She growled and pushed her big padded paw against his hands. Her curved footclaws were lacquered red, standing out against the chocolate-brown fur of her lower legs.

Massaging a Were was hard work, tiring.  They were strong and tough and you needed to apply all your strength to get their muscles to loosen up. Luckily he'd had practice and when he finished with her other foot he hooked her knee over his shoulder, pushing it up toward her chest with all his might as he stretched the tendons and kneaded her thigh.

"That's not what I meant," Nine purred.  She studied the man whose business cards had made their way from one Lupine Unit to another as a recommended masseur.  One of his hands was six inches from her mound, where the leg-stretch had parted her lips, but that was as close as it got. He was young and slender and the smells she picked up from him told her all she needed to know.

"Smell your hands," she commanded.  Leo blinked and did so.  "Smell that? Natural oil from my fur.  Now you smell like me. And you smell like Two, and Four, and the other males.  And like Six.  Except with Six his smell is all over you, not just on your hands.  And it's not just fur oil I smell but musk....and other things. If you want to keep any secrets at all around us you need to shower a lot more thoroughly."

"All right," Leo said.  He had not stopped working on her and slipped out from under her leg to once again work on her muscular shoulders.   "Six and I...as soon as I saw him I wanted him.  I met him by chance one afternoon and gave him my number. That night he climbed my apartment wall and squeezed through the window so I could give him a massage.  I knew I shouldn't let my interest in him lead me to do certain things but it did and he didn't mind.  You're Vice. Massages with 'happy endings' are against the law.  Are you going to arrest me?"

"Do you charge him extra for that?"

"Of course not," Leo said as he started on her other shoulder. Were anatomy wasn't that different from human, if you ignored the muzzle, the long arms, the fur, and the fact that they could swallow you whole.  "I'd massage him, and do other things for him for free.  He insists on paying me the standard rate even when we're doing something besides massages. Sometimes we don't even get around to the massage part. He says it's only fair to pay me for time I could be spending with another client."

"Hm," she pondered.  "Pull your shirt up."

As she'd suspected, he had scratches on both sides of his ribcage.  Weres had to be terribly careful when mating with humans.  Their sheer size and strength were bad enough but one lustful swipe of their claws or love bite and blood would come out. Six had been careful with his little lover but there were limits. Just his rough pawpaws had left Leo's skin reddened.

"Scratches on both sides," she purred as Leo worked on the big muscles that connected her sloping shoulders to her neck.  She let out a groan as a muscle tensed, then relaxed.  "He was behind you, gripping you.  How did you manage him? You weren't just massaging him that time."

"He wasn't, um, my first big man," Leo said.  "But he was the biggest.  After the first time when I just used my hands and my mouth I looked around and found someone selling a werewolf, er, toy.  Modeled on Six too, supposedly."

"Six is popular with the public," Nine purred.  She was relaxing as his fingers worked, turning into eight feet of bonelessly limp fox.  "He has many admirers.  A few managed to take pictures without him knowing.  He was nice enough not to eat them for it and someone then used the pictures to model the toys."

"The toy seemed about the right size, very big -"

"It is," Nine purred.  "He's had offers to do porn, you know.  I have two of them, the red one and the black one.  Don't tell him that."

Why would you need two, Leo thought but did not ask.  There were several possible answers and none of them were his business.  "I lubed it up and practiced. The knot was just too big but the rest fit once I got used to it.  The next time Six came in my window I told him."

"Mmm.". Nine's tail stirred.  She was so relaxed now she seemed hardly able to move.  "And you sat in his lap and he came in you.  Rrrr.  If you hadn't just kneaded me into submission all this talk would make me want to get out my toys. I'd ask you to, but I'm not your thing."

"Sorry," Leo murmured, digging his thumbs into the hollow between her shoulder and chest muscles, just above and to the sides of her breasts. 

"Oh no no no," she purred, her long muzzle curving in a smile. Her head was twice the size of his but if it weren't for the bulge in her middle you'd never believe she could swallow a man.  "That's not a bad thing.  Its hard to find a good masseur who doesn't wonder what it would be like to fuck me.  There are only a few of us Weres and being with us is so exotic that they can't help but wonder.  You can have Six, and I'm sure some of the other males will happily indulge you, but all I want is your hands."

"Thanks, I guess." Experimentally he began to rub her swollen belly, feeling the hard spots of as-yet-undigested bone.  There was a big lump that was probably the skull. Nine seemed to like it and he kept at it.  It wasn't having the sloshing meat shifted around that she liked, he decided, but just having her stretched pelt massaged.  Maybe the tightness of it was uncomfortable. He used both hands to grip handfuls of her belly fur and knead. It made her groan, hopefully in enjoyment, and her belly gurgled as a mix of meat and stomach acids shifted.  Maybe this would even speed up her digestion a little.  The point was that she liked it.

To get at it more fully he straddled her hips and she watched with amusement as he rubbed her belly.  A bubble of air that somehow survived in her until now came up as a little burp.

"I will tell Three and Seven about you," Nine purred.  "You're very good and they'll appreciate that you can keep your hands to yourself."

"You must be good yourself," Leo said.  The mass of softened man in her shifted as he rubbed her belly.  She could only have eaten him a few hours back, he was getting a sense of where the major bone groups still lay inside her.  Here was the pelvis, here was the ribcage and shoulder, these must be the folded up legs, flesh dissolving but bones still firm.  "You said this guy was tough."

"I said he was tough," Nine purred, and her huge clawed hands came up to guide him as he rubbed her belly.  "I didn't say he was indigestible."