{"sf1_id":1974954,"sf2_id":"keNwqD3m","title":"Mach 2 Love","author":"pyky","words":5619,"posted_at":"2023-04-10T21:05:00.000Z","tags":["Concorde","Gelspring","Goo","Goo creature","Liquidshifting","Mechanophilia","Ovulation","Wyvern","chrome","gel","liquid metal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1974954-mach-2-love","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/keNwqD3m","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/19/f5/19f50a56-3607-4484-bea3-f1bb5afe4961","description":"A matcha tea gel has an egg mishap with a Concorde-wyvern made of kerosene. The two are bound by Depeche-nanosilica into a rush of instincts and passion.\n\nContains: hikikomori escape, barazoku lover, pseudomechanophilia, mechanophilia, mile high club, ovulation, sentient eggs, prehensile dicks, liquidshifting, parenting, casual incest\n\nSomething I wanted to finish for Easter :P\n\nPosted using PostyBirb","content":"Mach 2 Love  \nChapter I.  \nShirou woke up inside a compartmentalized bubble, like many do now. Shirou was  \na Depeche but that didn't stop him from not appreciating being fully liquid. Where  \nAmaranth as a batch had enabled gels some control over viscosity, to being as fluid  \nas shampoo or as hard as dry honey, Depeche enabled water-like fluidity or  \nplastic-like hardness. To the gel, made of nanosilica bound to green matcha tea,  \nhaving a bubble to pool into was essential before he emerged to harden like a wave,  \noften decorating himself with plastic-like scales. Shirou's preferred shape of a  \npangolin was a semi-anthro shape with dexterous hands and slightly longer ears.  \nAs he exited his bubble, little did he want to melt again, it was a pain to once more  \nredo the scales he had.  \nAs he exited into the 500 meters and 300 meters tall hardened bubble full of gels  \nslowly secreting slime from their tails to weave themselves homes made of silisilk,  \nShirou groaned. The giant bubble had been at the center of Suraimu-Tokyo for so  \nlong as just a space where anthros, turned into gels, could courageously meet and  \ntalk. There were even enforcers to ensure that public lewdness was restricted, even  \nif passion burned for many in gel. It's why there were \"rooms\" of dark siliglass,  \nwhy there were black bubbles here and there. In countries where public a????ection  \nwas a bit of a taboo, it was just normal that there were \"kissing booth\" bubbles  \nwhere instead of kissing, gels mingled.  \nShirou was making his way to the nearby link cafe. His phone broke in 2038, after 8  \nyears, so now he needed a screen and a computer to show gel.link and interact with  \nbubbles. Like always, gels didn't need a mouse or a keyboard, just the visual of  \ntouching the wide, flat screen where there was no post yet. Ever since gels had  \nshared an unconscious mental space, posting was just about thinking and touching  \nwhere they wanted the others to see it. Picturing an image or a video where they  \ntouched the screen, blew a bubble where their paw was touching.  \nShirou saw only 21 000 bubbles, all disorganized against the white background, on  \na slow day. Some gels never wanted to leave the screens, posting and interacting  \nwith the bubbles, generating imagined fantasies to share to others in desperate  \nneed for closer contact.  \nShirou didn't wish to talk to anyone in the cafe. He was unfortunate to sometimes  \nsee through the dark bubbles as he walked back home from the link cafe, seeing  \nothers having a great time and it put pressure on him. Pressure that should never  \nbe normalized in a world so full of love. His parents were...Well, di????cult. Even if it  \nhad been ten years and age wasn't a thing that gels had to worry about, Shirou did  \nstill receive letters from them to call. But each time, Shirou was forced to hear the  \nsame questions, as if those questions even mattered. Marriage, house, job,  \ncleaning, diploma, education. Letters which were useless because Shirou didn't  \nhave another phone.  \nHe had planned to leave for America, be open and love openly. Gelspring were  \ntreated di????erently in many Asian countries; they were expected to function at a  \nhigher standard than gels because their knowledge spanned two progens's  \nexperiences. Shirou didn't want to fuse with someone to bring someone into that  \nkind of pressure. So, he went to seek guides into how to fly over the Pacific.  \nThough...Depeche was immune to salt if fully hardened, which allowed seafaring  \ntoo. There were underwater transportation leviathans that didn't shy away from  \ngetting close with the passengers, but Shirou was tepid to read about such a thing.  \nThere also were leviathans called \"Concorderns\".  \nReading more, The Concordern Association was recruiting bigger gels, especially  \nthe emerging phlogel-like Fire Deviants, to make use of their gifts. Depeche, stable  \nas it was, still left phlogels with hydrocarbon bodies. With increased control over  \none's viscosity, Fire Deviants could mimic the functions of a...jet engine. A  \nhardened shell housed an \"engine\", like a giant belly. Fire Deviants need to  \nswallow and ram air by spinning turbo-compressed blades (mouth), squeeze air  \ninto a chamber (belly) where immense heat would expand the air into high  \npropulsion, and exhaust would merge with moisture to become fuel again. The end  \nresult was a new generation of commercialized aviation.  \nThe picture of a Depeche gel smiling while having a downwards pointing nose, eyes  \nwhere the cockpit usually was, while holding within them maybe 90 anthro-sized  \ngels before rapidly spinning the mouth-shaped engine blades into gulping and  \nshooting flaming air and taking o???? while warping their hard gel to resemble  \naluminum sheen...Shirou felt funny. The big plane-looking wyverns could take him  \nto America, maybe he'd get to meet one, ask how it felt to carry so many and fly so  \nfast. As he walked back towards his bubble, he tried not to glow to think of who his  \npilot was going to be. A giant, liquid metal concordern, a wyvern with the wings,  \nengines and nozzle of the fastest commercial plane to ever exist.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nThe airport was a bit quiet, the holes in the tarmac were patched with silisilk, a  \nkind of hardening slime web. Generally, the airport seemed abandoned, but gels  \nwere snoozing here and there, drooping from the ceiling and waiting for  \nvibrations. Shirou was a bit small, sitting on a chair for someone anthro-sized. His  \nmatcha tea body had shrunk due to his body oddly melting at times into round  \nglobs. Even now, Shirou was bumpy, his gel felt weird. He felt weird, he seemed  \ndesperate to cling to someone and just...part. He didn't have a partner so he  \npleasured himself often, and he could swear it made him chunkier, bumpier, like he  \nwas full of marbles.  \nSuddenly, a low roar began to approach and shake windows. Shirou jumped to see  \nthe 9 pools big, streamlined, pointy-nosed gel in the shape of a Concorde adjust  \nthrusters to slow down into a VTOL landing just outside the gate. The side of the  \nleviathan opened into a slide as maybe six gels slid out and morphed wings to  \nmigrate elsewhere. Slowly, the concorde formed rear legs and claws to its wings,  \ntail extending out. The giant beast yawned and rubbed its belly, full of red lava, in  \nactuality it was gel that had cycled from being shot out to being reabsorbed before  \nenergy could push it out as exhaust. Thrust without smoke.  \nShirou stepped out of the terminal building as the Concordern scraped ice o???? from  \nits \"metal\", the leviathan had to be fully solid for aerodynamic purposes and  \nreflected light like aluminum. Shirou walked to stare at the big beast, as the  \nconcordern curiously looked at the pangolin.  \n\"Hi.\" Samson said as Shirou glowed. \"Ko-konni-...\" Shirou stuttered as Samson  \nsmiled.  \n\"Konnichiwa.\" Samson finished and lowered his sharp nozzle closer for Shirou to  \ntouch. The pangolin felt the aluminum-sheen gel, cold from ice. \"Ah...It's frozen.\"  \nShirou said as Samson smiled. \"It's because I have to come down from the  \nstratosphere through a colder layer called mesosphere. Is this your first time flying  \none of us?\" Samson asked.  \n\"I...I'm...\" Shirou tried to say.  \n\"Oh...my little pangolin. I have seats where you don't need to look out of the  \nwindow. I can also keep you as close to the front so you can see me fly. I'm gentle  \nwith take-o????s, don't worry.\" Samson assured.  \n\"I...take me away, please.\" Shirou quietly asked as Samson looked at the slightly  \nupset pangolin, wide-eyed. \"Get inside then!\" Samson said, the slide became a  \nserrated set of stairs to climb as Shirou went around to look. He took calm steps up  \nto the cabin.  \nThe cabin was colored deep blue. it was dark inside, except the lava under the floors  \nat the back lit up the insides of the leviathan su????ciently. The seats were morphed  \nfor comfort, cup-like so gels could melt in peace while reclining. There were even  \njust jars where passengers could enjoy the warmth of the engines and melt.  \nShirou sat down, not caring where. He felt hesitant to abandon it all, but he wanted  \na new life. One not tied to people stuck to the days when they were anthros.  \nInside, the front was an oozing wall, where passengers could see through, though  \nSamson's hazy gel, blue in color, turned the inside of the plane into a night. Dim,  \nwarm light was produced by Samson's inferno roaring and ready to suck air and  \nblast away, which also warmed the cabin to a comfortable 65 degrees Celsius.  \nShirou sighed as other gels climbed aboard, going a bit more back towards the  \nengines due to how the warmth of the fire allowed gels to relax and lose sense of  \ntime on the flight over the sea. Shirou's seat came alive as Samson wanted to  \nensure something. \"What's your name?\" The concordern asked, through a replica  \nof its giant self, as the pangolin remained a bit hesitant. \"Shirou.\" He said. Samson  \ngave Shirou a quick, warm hug through the chair. \"Welcome aboard, Shirou.\"  \nSamson said, as the plane seat softened to let the pangolin sink further in. \"Let me  \nknow if there's anything you need. Few of my passengers wish to remain conscious  \nmid-flight. I can make anything come true.\" The living plane said as behind  \nShirou, the hybrid turbofan engines sputtered alive. Suction unlike any squeezed  \nfire out as Samson hovered in VTOL, floated, flew and zoomed upwards to where  \nthe earth's curve dominated the horizon. The wyvern melted to hold its liquid  \nmetal hull in the shape of nothing resembling a draconid, the wyvern was once  \nmore a commercial aircraft.  \nThirty minutes into the flight, Shirou could see the ocean below, clouds were  \nspeeding past. He looked back and saw how organic the process was. The engines  \nwere four mouths, full of fans, squeezing and swallowing air into four chambers  \nwhere blinding fire merged with the cold air into exploding outwards. Thrust was  \nfiltered by many gill-like flaps, no smoke emerged. The gills had veins full of  \nglowing gel, which were coursing back into the tank of glowing gel, smoke and  \nwater combined to make fuel. \"Sugoi...\" Shirou muttered.  \nNext to each seat was a \"rope\", a gelatinous tentacle to pull if the passenger  \nwanted something. After a bit of hesitation, Shirou pulled on it. The front seat  \nmelted to form a replica, a wyvern anthro one, standing in front of Shirou as a blue  \ngel. Samson swished his tail as he had been waiting for Shirou to challenge him  \ninto making one of his passengers luxuriantly comfortable. Shirou however,  \nfelt...special. Crouching down his muscled frame, Samson came to eye level with  \nthe pangolin.  \n\"Why did you want to leave Japan?\" He asked calmly.  \n\"A...Aijou...\" Shirou could only describe. Samson, being a pilot, had reason to  \nincrease his data to match and remember all languages. The word he knew,  \nmeaning a????ection, made Samson shimmer slightly. \"Hard with how strict things  \nbecame. No way around it. I'm sorry you've been lonely.\" Samson agreed. Shirou  \nlooked at Samson with curious eyes. Samson gently brushed Shirou's head as the  \npangolin leaned into the touch.  \n\"When was the last time someone just comforted you?\" Samson calmly asked as  \nShirou couldn't take it and leaned in to hug Samson. Samson embraced Shirou,  \ngently petting him. \"W-woah hey there. It's not so bad?\" Samson asked.  \nYet...Shirou felt the barriers melting, the closer to America Shirou was. \"I never  \nwant to leave.\" Shirou said. The need for touch caused Shirou to...bubble.  \nSuddenly, Shirou's body wished to part as Samson backed away. \"W-Hey, don't lay  \neggs here!\" Samson pleaded as Shirou tried to stop his gel that bubbled, eager to  \nseparate.. \"Gomen!~\" Shirou apologized as Samson felt a bit awkward having to  \nsee the pangolin almost lay. \"I have something wrong!\" Shirou excused.  \n\"What's that about? How long have you held your first clutch within you?\" Samson  \nasked as Shirou sighed, the squeezes were calming down. \"I'm not...I have no  \neggs!\" Shirou said as Samson glowed. \"Y-you...I see where your touch starvation  \nemerges from. You're packed and ready to pop.\" Samson said and gently touched  \nShirou's belly that swirled with tangerine-sized globs.  \n\"Forgive me...I'm w-weird...\" Shirou said as Samson smiled. \"There is nothing  \nweird about you. Depeche gels secrete eggs naturally. You've been pleasuring  \nyourself, simulating intercourse causes eggs to form. You've had a lot of fun  \nalone...\" Samson told Shirou as Shirou groaned. \"It...How do you say...It tickles very  \nmuch.\" Shirou complained, squishing around his belly. Samson patted Shirou on  \nhis belly too, as Shirou yelped. \"I bet you'll find a great partner for your children.\"  \nSamson said.  \n\"Ch-ch-children?\" Shirou asked in confusion. \"Yes. Children. Depeche imitates  \norganic life profusely, to dumbing down gelspring even. Your children need  \nparents...for maybe two months after hatching. That is...if you want to fertilize your  \nclutch. I know I...haven't had the ability to. Phlogels, jamgels...We're infertile, I'm  \nafraid.\" Samson said as Shirou frowned.  \n\"I...have no friends.\" Shirou directly said as Samson was surprised how direct  \nShirou was, maybe for lack of social skills. He wanted to cheer Shirou up somehow.  \nThe other passengers were just napping balls of gel, enjoying the warm glow the  \nroaring VCE thrusters o????ered.  \n\"Don't you wanna sleep with the others? It gets warm in the rear.\" Samson asked.  \n\"You're warm enough.\" Shirou said, hugging Samson as Samson glowed mid-air.  \nNever had he had a passenger like this little pangolin. Though, Shirou was  \nobviously su????ering from a need for someone to fertilize his clutch, an instinct  \nalmost that emerged as Depeche gels' touchy-feely desires. Samson though...Was  \na????ected too.  \n\"Look, Shirou...I know you're eager to lay for someone, but remember that I'm not  \nfertile, I think. I mean...I'll try to make you comfortable enough.\" Samson said as  \nShirou's chair became a bean bag where the pangolin shaped gel eased into. Shirou  \ncouldn't look at Samson, the nozzled concordern's anthropomorphic replica was  \ntoo friendly-looking, with a barazoku body, head shaped like the plane, a tail like  \nthat of a shark. In the dim yellow light, Shirou felt safe and calm, ready to sleep the  \nrest of the way, worrying he might be ready to lay for the plane. But Samson felt  \nright. Samson was as close to a friend Shirou had had in...14 years.  \nSamson melted away, before looking at Shirou. The pangolin full of eggs felt weird  \nfor the pilot. Samson felt the need to help the little gel lay and...seed. But Samson  \nwas infertile. Phlogels weren't fertile, though Fire Deviants...Perhaps Depeche was  \nDepeche, Amaranth eschewed anything that wasn't sweet and sugar. Was it why  \nSamson felt so...confused.  \nHis engines were on \"autopilot\", thankfully, because Samson felt like he could land  \nright now and help Shirou by actually fathering the little one's eggs. All was just  \ninstincts, Depeche instincts. Though he felt...Shirou would be ready and willing for  \nit...  \nHe spun faster, pushing it, sucking smoke from exhaust faster, no matter how  \nmuch of his nine pools he'd lose, he needed to get to Cali and...Land.  \nChapter II.  \n\"Oww...It's so much.\" Shirou muttered. Samson holding the pangolin in his  \nreplica's arms wasn't helping the matcha colored belly from wildly undulating, like  \ntennis balls bouncing inside the gel.  \nSamson's replica was all Samson could do as the concordern made an emergency  \nlanding on the runway, surrounded by silisilk towers, siliglass domes and giant  \ntrees as the other passengers were rudely evacuated by Samson rejecting out the  \nrest on the tarmac from sleep. \"CAN'T TALK, GOTTA GO!\" Samson yelled. The  \nconcordern morphed from a Concorde to a wyvern while he melted the pangolin  \ninto his giant wing arms and made haste to run to the edge of the air strip, away  \nfrom incoming planes.  \n\"Calm down, I'm here, I'm here, Shirou...\" Samson said as the little gel marveled  \nthe coconut palm trees reaching 450 feet, with bridges between the tops, gels  \nwalking from tree to tree, bubble to bubble. But it couldn't beat Samson's worried  \nlook, who now had his eyes for Shirou. The plane-sized wyvern had worries for a  \npangolin maybe four feet tall. The di????erence in size was incredible.  \n\"Smile. You are good plane.\" Shirou said as Samson looked confused. \"What do you  \nmean, little one?\" Samson calmly asked. \"You are warm.\" Shirou muttered against  \nthe wing, Samson was sitting in a lotus position, Shirou against the clawed rear  \nlegs. Samson gulped, as the pangolin was slowly pushed by something rising. The  \nwings of the conordern weren't for anything else than a wyvern-like prowl and  \nwere poor to prevent Samson's groin from extending outwards, towards Shirou.  \nThe metal-sheen but soft-as-plastic phallus tapered and gently flopped on Shirou,  \nas Samson glowed in terrified embarrassament. He had been too occupied by  \nShirou wriggling in strange pleasure, to the eggs stimulating the pangolin, to  \nnotice how he became rock hard.  \n\"I...I'm truly sorry, I'm losing control of my urges.\" Samson said as Shirou tensed.  \n\"Mh, mister...I'm...\" Shirou squealed and, like a bundle of grapes, the eggs  \nunraveled from the stem.  \n\"Hhhaaammmhhhh...\" Was all Shirou could mutter as parting the eggs was  \ncathartic, a relief, though Shirou shrank from four feet to three. In Samson's  \nwingarms laid a small little gel, tongue out and squirming in delight, surrounded  \nby co????ee cup-sized liquid balls of matcha.  \nSamson's length wiggled, squeezed as a honey-like ball formed to the tip. Before  \nSamson could even react, he squirted. Such was his pull to just...inseminate.  \nSamson watched how he coated Shirou in thick syrup, yet it all was absorbed by the  \neggs around Shirou.  \n\"D-Damn...\" Samson muttered as the eggs, one by one, sprouted eyes and mouths;  \nawareness. Life.  \n\"Samson...I'm...\" Shirou tried to apologize, but Samson, holding the little one in  \nhis wyvern-like claw, brought the pangolin for a kiss. Confused, he parted as  \nShirou too was surprised. \"I...I'm feeling strange.\" Samson said.  \nThe two parted, salivas exchanged, as Samson placed the eggs into his gel to carry  \nelsewhere. \"Nothing is wrong....N-nothing is wrong...\" Samson repeated as Shirou  \nwas panting. \"I couldn't hold it in.\" The pangolin said.  \n\"It's...not the end of the world (that already happened), w-we'll just...I can...\"  \nSamson began to panic. He was a father.  \n\"You are only friend...\" Shirou said, as Samson tried to come down from the brink  \nof panic.  \n\"Maybe we could...go grab a drink? I mean, I am nine million liters big and  \npretending to be a VCE-powered Concorde-wyvern hybrid, and a father to  \ngelspring now but uh...UM, yeah! I am not panicking. I am not...\" Samson tried to  \nsay. \"I...Matcha.\" Shirou only said.  \n\"Ohh boy, the Association will hate this break.\" Samson said to himself.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nThe two had gone downtown, downtown being now a cluster of 12 trees, 600 feet  \ntall and 200 feet wide, rising over ruins. Shirou had an amazing fortune to find a  \nmatcha shop. Just the size of Shirou prompted a large shark anthro gel to buy the  \nfirst four, 5l sized cups. Shirou sipped through the silly straw, tiny sips so Shirou  \nwouldn't merge into it all. Samson had himself a lemonade slushie, dyed blue, like  \nalways. He had a color to maintain. The concordern's metallic sheen was just  \nviscosity tricks, being blue allowed his \"aluminum\" to look real.  \nInside him, Samson had morphed first class seats and a neat table for the drinks,  \ntalking to Shirou through a replica.  \n\"So...You can't even lay in public there?\" Samson asked Shirou as the pangolin  \nshook his head. \"No mingles, no kisses, no eggs, no self-love.\" Shirou listed. \"I  \nthought the gelsplosion was supposed to make anthrofolk open.\" Samson  \ncommented. \"It is not nice to see, some think...\" Shirou continued.  \nSamson felt the tennis ball sized balls squirm wildly in his gel, the eggs were just  \nweird balls with two eyes and mouths (occasionally).  \n\"They're eager to see you.\" Samson said as through the floor of the hollow cabin  \nemerged a clutch of eight cup-sized eggs that looked at Shirou, the tennis  \nball-sized eggs glowed as they saw \"mom\". Three of the eggs were colored blue,  \nfive were colored green.  \nShirou backed o???? a bit. \"Don't be shy, they're you and me! Merged together. All  \nthey need is a helping hand to understand the world.\" Samson encouraged.  \nShirou wondered, he hadn't connected stimulating sex to the production of  \nnon-fertilized eggs before. \"Why do I make eggs?\" Shirou asked. Samson laughed.  \n\"We all have the ability to part fruitlessly, you need another gel to give the eggs a  \npersonality!\" He said. \"You have a good personality.\" Shirou said, taking one of the  \ngoopy eggs and sni????ng how much like matcha and gasoline it had in its fragrance.  \nSamson glowed. \"I...I hadn't known I could...I'm made of kerosene, after all. It's...\"  \nSamson tried to say, watching Shirou inside him inspect the smiling fish egg-like  \nthing.  \nThe concordern laid and pondered the date he was having. He was determined to  \nraise the young, maybe even coach them to become Fire Deviants like him. \"I  \npromise to stay with them, make them good...make them fans of aviation, great  \npilots. But that's weeks away! Weeks of...getting to know each other.\" Samson said  \nas Shirou glowed in flustered confusion. \"Yes...Samson-kun.\" Shirou said.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nWith the night approaching, Samson was settling to sleep in a hangar as Shirou laid  \nwith the eggs inside him, the two had swapped to carry them. The scent of  \nkerosene surrounding Shirou was causing wild thoughts, and Samson felt Shirou's  \ngel di????erently now. Shirou felt warm and...synchronized to him  \nThe concordern was eager to be closer. Through a replica melting from the cabin  \nfloor around the pangolin, the smaller concorde-wyvern prodded Shirou as the  \npangolin-shaped gel looked in surprise to see Samson's snout right in front of him,  \nstill larger but not the size of an aircraft.  \n\"I...I just wanted to say goodnight.\" Samson tried to normalize yet Shirou saw how  \nbetween the legs of the wyvern replica flailed a phallus desperate to share syrup.  \nShirou gently fell backwards, aided by his tail, quiet gasps came from the pangolin  \nsemi-anthro as the concordern gently reached his snout towards Shirou's crotch,  \nas Shirou was shaping a vaginal cavity fit for the wyvern. \"I...It's okay, Shirou. I'm  \njust gonna-\" Samson tried to say.\"N-no, Samson-kun, please...\" Shirou pleaded.  \nThe nozzle of the plane beast slid out a metal sheen tentacle that pressed for the  \nlabia, to see how hard or stretchy Shirou was. Being bendy enough, Samson  \nretracted the proboscis-like protrusion and took steps forward in his cabin. All the  \nseats melted into a pond of runny blue lemonade, sloshing against the harder hull  \nof the plane-like body. In this pool, Samson made steps towards Shirou, though  \nShirou floated closer too.  \nNot wasting words, Samson gently steered his prehensile phallus into Shirou and  \nfelt around. Shirou moaned quietly as he felt the foreign gel as something warm  \nexploring him. \"Don't be shy. It's just me in there.\" Samson said as Shirou felt  \nSamson coil his tentacle seeder around. \"The eggs you could maybe leave to me.  \nI'm warm, they'll snooze and not get worried by all I'll do.\" Samson hinted.  \n\"O...okay...\" Shirou said, the eggs melted from the pangolin to the pool, sucked  \ndeeper and elsewhere, through the \"aluminum\", like water almost. \"You'll be sure  \nto know my most asked in-flight entertainment is me.\" Samson said as Shirou  \nglowed. \"Uwa...\" He silently yelped.  \nThe wyvern laid back as the pool, which Shirou had been floating in, instantly  \nhardened into a shiny tentacle around the little pangolin, bringing Shirou towards  \nthe reclining Samson and his erect member. Shirou, kicking, tried to squirm but  \nnot melt as he didn't wish to actually escape.The first inches pushed through,  \nspreading Shirou apart. Trapped inside the solid aluminum-like cabin, Samson  \nsolidified what little light there was and instead let the teal glow of his phallus light  \nthe cabin.  \nOutside, Samson vicariously lived with his replica, the leviathan was hardening too.  \nSensing from such a small wyvern was normal to him.  \n\"Like it?\" Samson asked as Shirou saw Samson glowing inside him. \"Atsui...\" The  \nlittle pangolin said. \"I am warm, yes. But do I hurt?\" Samson asked. \"N-no.\" The  \nmatcha gel said. \"Good, I..I can be too hot for some. Normal gels can't handle the  \nheat sometimes.\" Samson said as Shirou glowed.  \nInside Shirou, Samson made gentle wags, caressing the pangolin. \"Tickles...\"  \nShirou said. \"Focus on the waves, let them resonate. Lean to them... Feel them.\"  \nSamson said as Shirou took his advice.  \nWhat had been but motion became surfaces, textures, excitement. Shirou squeezed  \nback, as Samson shifted in viscosity within Shirou, what was a loose swirl became  \nsolid and back, as Samson sculpted Shirou from the inside. \"It...it feels...\" Shirou  \nsaid as the tentacle holding the pangolin melted to merge with the replica, as loose  \nswirls joined to its tail.  \nLiquid was the nature of Samson's 'aluminum' sheen, Shiron was now sitting on  \nthe small wyvern, inside a bigger neo-Concorde, and riding a wiggly tentacle as  \nShirou was enjoying the ride, but...  \n\"Could we...\" Shirou began as the wiggles stopped. \"What? Something wrong?\"  \nSamson said. \"I want you. \" Shirou emphasized, as Samson smiled.  \nIn a blink, Shirou was sucked through the replica, through the hull, secreted by a  \ntendril to the palm of the wingarm as the giant plane-like beast smiled. \"We gotta  \nbe quiet, the others are asleep.\" Samson said. Around the two were similar  \nwyvern-like creatures, all bearing resemblance to Concorde planes.  \nAs Shirou pondered the sleeping beasts, in front of him appeared a thirty feet long,  \ntwelve inches thick dick, tapered to a tip; the same one that had inseminated his  \nclutch. Shirou licked it as Samson's fiery belly full of lava lamp-like fluid bubbled  \nand hummed ominously. Each breath Samson drew in increased his stores of fuel,  \nas smoke merged with moisture into gel. Samson had swollen, yet not enough to  \nsag.  \nAbove Shirou, the red, glowing liquid in Samson's belly, was Depeche upgrading  \nFire Deviants from simple phlogels of Amaranth, masters of smoke and fire, into  \nmasters of lava. The heat was intense and made Shirou cozy as he continued to find  \nit easier and easier to take more and more of Samson into his mouth. Slowly,  \nShirou just gave in to shift along Samson's length.  \nSitting down, Samson watched how Shirou melted along his cock, like a condom.  \n\"Sh-Shirou...You don't...Ha-\" Samson stuttered as he felt the pangolin scales flow  \nagainst him like waves. Shirou was just where he wanted, around the plane,  \nsucking the beast o????, like he had dreamt in privacy the moment he had learned of  \nthe existence of the wyvern-like liquid metal leviathans.  \nA long whine emerged from the wyvern, as he squeezed Shirou full of glowing  \nsyrup. The syrup, incrementally, was absorbed by the smaller pangolin, from  \nkerosene to matcha, a transmutation fitting alchemy. Shirou quietly moaned as  \nSamson was gasping air, exhaling smoke that never floated o???? but lingered around  \nthe mouth of the concordern.  \nShirou felt bigger as he stood, being eight feet tall suddenly was a big surprise as he  \ncalmly solidified his pangolin scales back. \"Sorry...Carried away.\" Shirou quietly  \nsaid. Samson's cock still drooled excess kerosene as the small gel went to drink the  \nexcess. \"It might taste bad.\" Samson struggled to say as the leviathan was spent,  \nswallowing back ta????y-like smoke. \"It tastes like power.\" Shirou casually said.  \nThe pangolin, growing like magic with Samson's ejaculate, caused Samson's  \nrefraction to just end as he felt ready to try something di????erent. The concordern  \npushed the pangolin to the ground and swelled where his slit was, to store syrup  \nready for a larger load. \"Let's get you really big.\" Samson said as Shirou moaned in  \nshy delight. The pangolin's vent fully welcomed the tip wiggling deeper and licking  \nwhatever textures Shirou wished to make. Samson's thrusts were slow, careful and  \nwarm as Shirou relaxed and let the plane mold him around to best suit the both of  \nthem. The wiggly thing coiled gently to push against Shirou's gel as Shirou felt his  \ngel stretch around. The load of syrup from the concordern suddenly invaded Shirou  \nas the pangolin felt himself grow a lot. He held back a moan, growing from eight  \nfeet to twenty.  \nSamson collapsed backwards, quite shrunk down and not bothering to stop Shirou  \nfrom climbing on his dick and coiling his pangolin tail around the shiny member.  \nSlowly, Shirou used his body to continue pleasing his new friend as the two never  \nfinished their final round of mingling and instead fell asleep inside the purple  \nsiliglass hangar, spent from a day of fun.  \nChapter III.  \n\\*\\*\\*A month later\\*\\*\\*  \nA giant Concorde-shaped gel was carrying a payload from over the seas to a giant  \nbowl-shaped bubble, to the coastal cli????s of Baja California. Inside waited a  \npangolin-wyvern with twelve small gelspring that tried to form words as they saw  \nthe Fire Deviant slow down into a VTOL landing just outside, onto a platform that  \nhandled the thousand degree thrusters with just slight charring. Samson was  \nhome. He unloaded the 23 tonnes of matcha from his cargohold by morphing away  \nfrom the towering stack. It turns out that their o????spring were either kerosene or  \nmatcha. The gelspring with kerosene were quite larger than their mother even, but  \nsmarter too.  \n\"Drinks for the weirdos!\" Clayham said as Shirou hushed the large gelspring.  \n\"No-one chooses what they are made of.\" She said. The matcha gelspring  \nsquirmed into the siliglass crates and began to merge into the fluids. Samson took  \nsteps into their \"hangar\", a round, aluminum sheen solid shelter, closed from the  \nelements by a plate of hardened gel that could be slid along the floor. At the center  \nwas a soft mattress, weaved from the strange spinnerets Depeche gels could  \nmimic, to make a soft bed and a few pillows. Shirou's tail had two mandibles,  \nmimicking those of a spider, as gels could churn ta????y to form di????erent things.  \nInside would be dark without a few windows along the roof. The lava in the Fire  \nDeviant gelspring also made orange light for when it was needed.  \nSamson flopped on the bed as his gelspring did the same, the smaller matcha ones  \nwere a bit more helpless. After two weeks since birth, more mass meant faster  \ndevelopment, Depeche hid away two lifetimes worth of inner models, concepts and  \nunderstanding into a simple individualization process. Clayham, Moment and  \nPan-Am were well into their tween years if mentality was a measure. The three  \nplay wrestled at times, occasionally experimenting in shape as they did while often  \nbreaking away in discomfort, as instincts told gels to mingle.  \n\"You had one of those...things while I was gone.\" Samson queried. \"Yeah, Moment  \ntried to outmaneuver my coils and we kinda got entangled, it's where...\" Pan-Am  \nsaid. \"He just had it out suddenly, super gay stu????.\" Moment said. \"Hey, I told you  \nnot to put me in a lock!\" Pan-Am said.  \n\"Now, Pan-Am...Moment, why would you ever want to make your brothers feel  \nso?\" Samson asked as Moment had a hard time answering. \"Holy shit, Moment,  \nyou're messed up.\" Pan-Am said. \"It's hard with this far from other gels...\"  \nMoment said, as Clayham gave him a shunt. \"Just ask next time. I'm a bit pent up  \ntoo.\" He said. Moment blushed. \"I...Okay then.\"  \nSamson still felt that nagging voice. Holy shit, your sons are fucking each other, scold  \nthem you moron .  \n\"I...You three know how I feel.\" Samson said as Clayham was already letting  \nMoment closer. \"We've gone over this, if it's okay...it's okay. Not like your anthro  \nethics help us unwind.\" Pan-Am said. \"Yeah, we're all friends...we know what the  \nprevious gelspring gens went through, ready to fuck out of the body.\" Moment  \nsaid.  \nSamson had tried to debate them... But inbreeding was just no longer possible, all  \nthat was left was just remains of a taboo. A taboo which Clayham dismantled with a  \nquick hungry kiss. \"Gods...\" Samson muttered. \"It's not our fault we live in the  \nmiddle of nowhere.\" Pan-Am muttered, wildly watching Moment and Clayham  \ncoiling together from their groins. Samson got up, watching Pan-Am join the two.  \n\"Let them be.\" Shirou said, nuzzling Samson's chest. \"They know all we do of  \npassion for others, they do not need to learn it.\" Shirou continued as Samson  \nwatched his gelspring experiment.  \n\"They were like yours just a week ago.\" Samson said. The small matcha wyrmlings  \nwere now inside the canisters, contently snoozing full of new gel. \"Won't be long,  \nthey just need to grow bigger.\" Shirou said, walking to the largest canister and  \nslurping in, letting her nanosilica merge into the fluid slowly.  \n\\*\\*\\*  \nThe two had separated the round, metal-sheen shelter into rooms too, one which  \nwas the bedroom. Shirou shared her mass through teats to Uni, the one runt that  \nstill hadn't gone to feed. \"Wonder why they don't like matcha.\" Samson whispered.  \n\"Some wish to stay small. Haven't you wanted to remain young forever,  \nSamson-kun?\" Shirou asked. Samson sighed a long, warm breath to the neck of the  \npangolin wyvern. \"I don't know about youth...but I'd remain forever with you.\" He  \nsaid.  \nThe waves crashing against the cli????s of Baja California drowned away low,  \nanimal-like roars of the three brothers turned sisters turned others trying  \nthemselves, the eight tiny balls of matcha sleeping in a pile on a \"dog bed\" and the  \nquiet giggles of a pilot and a passenger, realizing their loves. The concordern, ten  \nmillion liters big and over ten pools in volume, towered Shirou's thirty thousand  \nliters still, as the liquid metal-like wyvern-concorde continued to swell up the  \nmatcha pangolin bigger with their next clutch.\n  \n  \n\n"}