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[b][u][center]The Dragon’s Gooey Problems

For Zohaku

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

It was no surprise that Leroy spent most of his time asleep dreaming dreams of perversion. Considering how horned up he had been before drifting off, he had every right to want to think of perverted scenarios where he could use his transformation abilities to get off.

He dreamt of flying over the city as that feral dragon, his fat cock dangling down for all to see, showing off his body to everyone that wanted to take a look. In that dream, he had slapped through a number of buildings, his cock used like a battering ram rather than anything else. The fact that it was so indestructible only made it that much hotter.

He dreamed of falling to the streets, turning into a horse and flaunting a big, fat horse cock, showing it off for everyone to get a look at. The idea of the citizens seeing just how well-endowed their savior was continued to be a hot thought for him, and he flexed his cock in his sleep, unaware of what it was doing.

He dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed, and each dream took him further from the average, further from the normal, into the more deviant thoughts that were unbecoming of a superhero. Little by little, his thoughts of transformation took him to the places where it was not allowed to go…

Until he imagined himself as goo.

Goo, slime, running through the streets, rolling up and over other people and transforming them as much as himself. A black – green – black ooze that rolled across the sidewalks, spreading out, flat, impossible to see until he was stepped on. Then he trapped them, changed them, warped them just as the villain had been trying to do to him.

The dream was filled with debauchery, his thoughts twisted around, forced towards the obscene. His cock throbbed harder and harder…

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And then he woke up.

Leroy groaned as he tilted his head up, looking around. The warehouse was no different than it had been when he’d fallen asleep, though the feeling of the villain squirming under his cock was gone. The ooze must have been able to escape during the night, sliding off to wherever it called its lair.

He groaned, pushing himself to his feet. The idea of being goo had been…rather hot in the dream, but he doubted that it was possible for him now. The idea of being able to hide like that, though…of spreading out and making transformative traps…

Leroy smirked a bit, thinking about how the villain had trapped him. Oozing puddles, then tentacles that trapped his legs, holding him there. The teasing, the taunting, the edging…

The feral dragon groaned a bit, feeling his cock twitch a bit at the memory of the pleasure that he had enjoyed. It was…well, intense was the mildest word for it, and he doubted that he could ever get something like that on his own. He just didn’t have the patience for that sort of edging, that sort of self-pleasure. He needed more than that.

Well, most of the time.

He groaned as his cock flicked up and slapped against his belly, thinking about how it had been teased and edged and milked for pre for hours before he’d given the villain what he wanted. Or, at least, what the villain thought he wanted.

[i]I’m a better hero than he was a villain.[/i]

He felt a small surge of confidence at that, but it didn’t last long. Mostly because of a drip, drip, drip feeling that came from under his stomach. And not from his cock, either.

Eyes going wide, Leroy flexed his neck, looking down at his underside. Ignoring the throbbing shaft, he flicked his eyes around, trying to see where the dripping feeling was coming from. Had he hurt himself? Had the slime done something on its way out, or –

No. There it was. His eyes widened as he realized that his chest was starting to cave in slightly, dripping black slime from his scales. Seeing his body slowly breaking down left him gaping, his mouth hanging open.

Yet, as he realized what was happening, it stopped. His body firmed up again, and the goo pulled itself back up, replacing the crater that had been left in his body.

Leroy backed up quickly as soon as his body was whole again, almost knocking over a bunch of shelves in the process. The idea that he could have melted completely without even knowing it…

Yet, at the same time…

He remembered the dream, and he remembered how it had felt to be goo, to be a liquid rather than a solid. His cheeks burned slightly as he remembered how good that had made his cock feel to imagine it, too, how it had felt to imagine being that sort of liquid pervert that could do whatever he wanted.

[i]That’s the villain way,[/i] he thought, shaking his head.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn’t help but imagine himself as a goo layer on the city streets, moving from one place to another in a little ball of slime. The idea of giving up his feathers and wings for something else, even temporarily, was a bit terrifying…

But the idea was also rather arousing.

He thought about it again, and he realized that he was starting to break down once more. The ends of his forelegs were gradually flattening out, and as he looked down, he realized that his legs were dripping, ‘sweating’ the black ooze into the floor once more. He was breaking down into the goo every time that he even considered doing it.

So…why fight it?

[i]Just…make sure that you can pull back again…[/i]

Leroy took a deep breath, then let go of his self-control. The pressure of the ooze inside of him suddenly expanded, growing more intense, and more of the black droplets started to slide out between the soft, red scales of his dragon form. He groaned as he felt the slippery feeling, so different from sweat, so different from anything that he’d felt before.

Gradually, his fingers and toes broke down, and he wobbled as he stood on stump legs. Even though that felt awkward, a bit difficult to balance on, he could still feel a strange sense of pleasure as his body sprawled out, becoming more and more a liquid puddle rather than a solid thing. It was…oddly liberating.

The more that the black ooze ran down his body, the more that it spilled out of the holes it could find, the more that his senses started fading. He realized that he didn’t need to breathe anymore, that the goo was sucking in the air around it by osmosis or something, and he stopped trying. His eyesight started to fade, leaving it difficult to see, and he felt his hearing going, too. Well, save for the beat of his heart, which was slowing as it was no longer needed.

His legs finally collapsed down, leaving him with a torso, a neck, a tail, a head. There was nothing else needed, and even those were starting to droop and fade. His head and neck were melting, gradually losing their ability to support themselves, falling into the goo puddle down below. He groaned, the sound coming out as more of a bubble than anything else.

[i]This feels…so weird…[/i]

He lacked any ability to move, now, his muscles fading, his scales turning to liquid and falling in long, black strings to the ooze down below. His eyes faded, leaving him with nothing left to see, and his ears clogged, leaving him with nothing left to hear. All he could do was feel.

And when it came to feeling, everything was enhanced.

It was a surreal experience, feeling his body dripping and melting, stretching and extending into the puddle. He shifted his tail slightly, and he felt like he was both the operator of and the victim of a taffy puller, feeling his body stretch and extend, then fall as it was unable to sustain itself. His tail tip touched the edge of the puddle, collapsing in it, flattening out, and that was even more strange.

If he still had a mouth, he would have been panting, his body bubbling as he felt it disintegrating bit by bit. The various solids were coming apart, leaving nothing behind as they kept bubbling and breaking and breaking and bubbling. He had almost nothing left, a bit of his spine, the top of his torso.

His head had already fallen into the ooze, breaking down to nothing, and it was dragging the rest of him in. There was almost nothing solid left, and everything…

Everything…felt so…

Good…

He could feel the slightest breath of wind over his surface, the extension of ooze so very sensitive, feeling every little disturbance in the air. He could feel the cars running by outside, the slight buzz against the bottom of his body letting him count them. He could feel the shift of anything that wasn’t completely nailed down on the shelves, how they slightly adjusted to the pull of entropy.

It was all there, all feeding him information, all telling him what was going on. It was absolutely insane.

And Leroy loved it.

Finally, the last bit of his physical body broke down, leaving nothing but the ooze behind. He could feel all of it, spread out on open ground, under the different shelves, pressed up against the wall. He varied from a half-inch deep to a full half-foot, and he could shift that mass around as he liked, going shallow or deep as he liked.

Curious, Leroy thought about how high and deep he could get, and suddenly, the ooze that was his body started moving.

He gasped, burbling through the black material as it slid and rubbed against itself, feeling almost like an intimate touch into parts that he didn’t really have anymore. The feeling of ooze on ooze, of goo on goo, was almost like…like sex, but somehow, better.

He gasped and moaned, shivered and panted as his body moved without his consent, shifting and growing and stretching and condensing. More and more of it flowed together, following his latest question, his idle curiosity, and each passing moment gave him more of that strange, high-sensitivity pleasure and pressure all at once.

In seconds, he had flowed together, stretched out and arched toward the ceiling, becoming a black pillar that was nearly six inches across, but almost fifteen feet tall. The feeling of being so different, so…so fluid in how he could shift around and transform, even becoming something that wasn’t living, was amazing.

[i]This is what that guy wanted…[/i]

The idea of a villain becoming so powerful as to be able to become living and dead things was…well, terrifying. He was more grateful than ever that he had been able to stop the stranger when he did.

[i]He’d have been terrifying. He’d have used me to…mmmph…[/i]

Though, would the villain have been able to do much? The feeling of the goo running up and down his body, his pillar-form ‘sweating’ as the goo struggled to hold itself in an illusion of solidity, was a great distraction. And he was just holding still. What would have happened if he was more active, if he was throwing himself around as a hero or a villain had to do?

The idea of his body constantly sliding on itself, caressing itself by pure accident, was nearly enough to make him moan again right then and there.

Leroy forced himself to relax, and the pillar collapsed, falling back into its base-puddle shape. As he did, he took a moment to relax, trying to get used to the insanely intense feeling of his body touching itself. There was so much there, so much stimulation that was running through him at any given moment. It was like trying to pull himself together while multiple lovers were trying to tease him, combined with the feeling of the best massage in the world.

[i]Good thing I don’t have to breathe anymore,[/i] he joked. [i]I’m not sure I’d be able to.[/i]

And that was a serious thing. He honestly wasn’t sure if he actually [i]could[/i] function as a puddle of goo. The more that he felt, the more that he wanted to feel, almost like an addiction.

Some heroes might have been worried that they had been taken over by their foe, that their body had been altered and corrupted by the very villain that they had sought to take down. Not Leroy. His costume had always been a bit…strange, pulling in different powers that he could try out. Once, it had been elemental shifting, and another time, it had been size changing. Now…

Now it was goo stuff.

This wasn’t corruption. This was all him, all him wanting to know what he could do, how it would feel, how it would affect him to try different things. It was…well, it was amazing, and he…he…

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

God, it felt so good just to exist as a goo body, and even the slightest shift in shape or form or placement reminded him of how sensitive he actually was. Would he even be able to focus if he didn’t do something soon? His body…

[i]Need…need to go…back…[/i]

Yes, that was a good idea. Go back to being physical. Go back to being normal, so that he could think again. Where his body didn’t keep hitting him with one blast of pleasure after another, where he could actually put a thought together without moaning partway through it. Leroy would have been panting if he’d had a mouth and lungs. As it was, he was shimmering and shivering and bubbling, and each little shift in his body brought its own pleasure along with it.

[i]Back to normal. Back to me.[/i]

He imagined his human self in the back of his head, forcing the image to take shape. He imagined his hair, his strange eye, his other powers. He imagined it all, forcing it to come together, to give himself a chance to actually hold it in his mind. Every other time that he had transformed, it had just been a matter of wishing it, and he had no doubt this would be the case this time.

And it was…and it was instantly harder than anything that he had ever done before.

His hands formed first, and he wanted to scream in pleasure, his fingers brushing against each other and making it feel like he had fallen into a pit of torturous pleasure. As they emerged from the ooze, he had to pull them back, too sensitive, too sensitive by far.

So, he tried making his head. Surely, that wouldn’t be too –

“Mmmmmph!”

Leroy barely managed to get the tip of his head out when he realized how much of a mistake that was. It wasn’t painful, but the constant movement of his hair, the way it brushed against his scalp, the way that it was teasing him, tickling him, made him collapse again almost immediately. He couldn’t…he couldn’t take it.

No matter which limb he tried, everything came back with a negative. He couldn’t get his arm out, his leg, his chest. Nothing would work. Forget the idea of clothes, too, he realized. There was no way that he could take a shirt on his chest, if he couldn’t take the feeling of his own hair on his head.

He collapsed back into a puddle form, panting in bubbles through the surface of his body. He had almost completely lost his sense of identity in his attempt to take a solid form again, and he wondered if he’d ever be able to pull himself together again.

[i]Well…not here…[/i]

There were options, though. Maybe if he could find a mannequin mold, he could at least put himself together into the form of a different body. If he could at least get a solid, walkable shape, then he could transform himself from the goo form to a solid form, and then from solid living form to another solid living form. That was a possibility, at least, even if it was a bit of a harder one to put together.

[i]A mold. A mold for anything…[/i]

There were a few factories around, some of which made model toys and model animals. Maybe if he could get to them, he could make himself better again.

A shudder ran down his body as he realized that meant moving, but there was no other choice. He had to get out of here before the day shift came by and realized that there was a puddle of something completely unexplainable on the floor of their warehouse. Considering the sound of the cars outside, that meant leaving [i]now.[/i]

He slithered and rolled and dragged his puddle-body towards the far wall, pressing against it and rolling himself against it, thickening and growing until he could reach the window. It was as good as ever, and he had to groan in bubble-speech, unable to form lips on his body without moaning.

Out through the window he went, falling down to the ground on the other side in a series of plops and drips. Even that was erotic in a strange way, something that he couldn’t even begin to understand.

Little by little, he got himself free of the warehouse. The light of day was shining on the parking lot, and a few people were already coming by. Leroy dragged himself into the shadows, keeping out of the way as they passed by.

[i]A little more…a little more…[/i]

With some difficulty, he managed to form eyes. He could just make out the smokestacks in the distance that marked the factories, and he knew that he could get there. As long as he took it slow, as long as he was careful…

As long as he didn’t take the main roads…

As long as nobody saw him…

[i]I’ll be fine. I’m a hero. I can do this.[/i]

That was what he hoped, at least. Leroy extended a few tendrils, and started dragging himself towards an alley. There was a skybridge further down this street that would get him over the road without having to use a crosswalk, and from there, he could plan out the rest of his route. He just hoped that he could get there without completely losing himself to the sensitivity of the ooze.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]