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It was the count down to halloween, the restoration was getting ready for the massive annual halloween party, a bit of a tradition among in the restoration ever since Cream had suggested they have one, ever since then its become a big party and a big deal for the restoration only overshadowed by the day of remembrance and the christmas party.

Because of the how massive the restoration is now with it being almost a city with its own train system, each individual district has its own party.

the friendly pink hedgehog Amy rose was put in charge of drinks for the artefact research district, a rather small district, with only about 400 or so assured attending most of the other staff like the security and tech support staff would go attend their respective districts and a lot of the other researchers aren't really interested in the party and would much rather spend the day with their family or continue their research.

Her job was simple, she would go into the warehouse and run inventory on the drinks, maybe do some taste tests if the vendor was nice enough to leave out a sample, she also had to make sure there were enough cups and punch bowls.

Amy was in the middle of doing her work when she came across a particularly interesting batch of juice, strawberry flavored, and what's more this one came with a complementary sample bottle, usually all of the sample bottles were kept in a small fridge at the door but for whatever reason this one was left out on top of the boxes, Amy checked the boxes for any labeling, aside from the flavor the boxes had what seemed to be the name of the brand, "meltables", Amy looked all over the list of juices sodas and even the alcoholic drinks but could not find a brand called meltables.

She searched the net but all she could find was an obscure website that claimed the juice brand was owned by the sugar kobold industries, Amy had never heard of this brand, she texted Lanolin who was in charge of assisting the research district with preparations and grabbed the bottle of juice that had been left on top of the boxes, she carefully inspected the bottle, nothing seemed sketchy with it, just a bottle of juice, now warm from staying out of the fridge, Amy felt weary about the situation, a mysterious brand, left in the wear house, apart from the lack of information there didn't seem to be anything sketchy about the packaging and that made it seem all the more sketchy.

As Amy was putting the bottle back she noticed something that made her heart sink, the bottle wasn't entirely full and the seal had been broken, some one had already drank from this bottle, Amy instinctively opened the bottle to check the opening , when she opened the bottle a rush of scent left the bottle an intoxicating aroma of strawberries assaulted her nose, she looked into the bottle, the scent didn't seem poisonous and there didn't seem to be anything else floating inside the bottle.

Suddenly Amy felt, thirsty, to an extreme level, her vision became blurry and she could barely stand, she stumbled her way to a nearby table were some plastic cups and punch bowls were put up and began leaning on the table. She could feel as if all the moisture in her body had left her and she was shriveling up, like a sponge getting squeezed, she looked around to find any source of water but could not find any, her body felt too weak to pry open any of the boxes and she was already close to fainting she wouldn't make it to the fridge at the exit, in her desperation she looked at the bottle she was holding and took a mighty swig of the strawberry juice.

The taste of strawberries was incredible, soft and sweet, it almost immediately cured her thirst, she felt rejuvenated and full of joy and life, like a second wind, she stood up and looked at the now empty bottle of juice in her hand, she quickly realized that there HAD to be something wrong with the juice, she only felt that way after smelling it and now she drank it there was no telling what would happen, Amy began to rush towards the exit but as soon as her foot hit the ground she felt as if it could not hold her weight, her leg bent at the knee in a weird angle and she fell.

Amy tried to process what had just happened, she lay there on the floor waiting for the pain start but the pain never came, she used her arms to push herself off the ground and with a lot of effort managed to get up on one leg, using the table as a crutch, she looked at her leg and gasped, her leg was gone, fro the knee down there was nothing and on the floor her lower leg lay twisted and floppy like a large gummy worm with a boot on it, Amy touched at her stump, no blood but the wound felt gooey, she looked at her hand, it was covered a viscous pink liquid, she lifted her hand up to eye level, the liquid had a scent to it, it was identical to the juice, fresh strawberries, dread filled the hedgehog, her head raising, she was nervous and sweating, a lot actually, Amy quickly realized that the scent of strawberries started to get more prominent, it wasn't coming from just her hand, she felt a cold feeling in between her leg stumps, her pussy had started secreting the same pink liquids, she felt a pressure form at her breasts as well, she tried to scream for help, but instead of her screams, gurgling noises came out, she felt as if she wanted to barf and whatever was going up her throat was coming out fast, she opened her mouth and out came a thick goopy pink liquid similar to the one dripping from her leg, she lost her balance and fell face first on the table, the mess on the table wasn't barf, it was more of the pink slime, she looked back and saw her other leg had given out and now lay on the floor, next to it on the floor she saw another part of her, one that caused a slight blush, her pussy om full display, gushing with the pink liquid, she propped herself up in her arms, she was now covered in the pink slime.

The panic, the fear, the anxiety all culminated into one thought "I'm melting" she started making sense of the situation and was finally thinking straight, the juice was poisoned, the other person that drank the juice probably melted somewhere else and she just didn't see the puddle, she didn't know what to do at this point, would she be alive? Would she die? She pushed those thoughts aside and decided to pull out her cellphone, she tried to unlock the screen but couldn't her hands were too caked in the goo and the touch screen wouldn't register her finger, she saw next to her the inventory papers, she forgot she placed them on the table when inspecting the box, she picked them up and wrote in them a letter of warning, she finished writing her thoughts and places the clipboard and papers down.

She pulled her torso across the table and knocked down a set of punch bowls and a few cups, she figured that hopefully if she could gather enough of herself and with the letter they might be able to restore her like they've done other, she could feel the rest of her body starting to loose its solidity, she used a cup and rapidly scooped up as much pink slime as he could into a bowl, when she finally got almost all of it she could see the goo slowly turning less and less gelatinous and more and more liquid, she pulled herself off of the edge of the table and allowed herself to fall, she hit the floor with a wet plop sound, most of her was still solid enough to survive the fall, shower one of her breasts fell right off shirt and all, her legs were mostly still solid enough to be collected, she dragged herself and collected both, she could still feel them despite them not being attached to her body.

She placed her legs into a punch bowl and left them there, Amy dragged her self and noticed that more and more of her torso was now melting away, her clothes had become part of her body, fused to her and were also melting, she pulled up some more bowls, at the point all that was left of her was from above her bellybutton onward, the rest had melted off, her legs were now turning into liquid and filling up the bowl they were placed into, she propped herself up with her arms and placed herself into a punch bowl and using a nearby cup she began scooping up her melted body into a bowl, she could feel every part of her individually in every bowl and on the floor, she managed to scoop up her breast and her pussy, still gushing liquid, she couldn't understand why, but she was aroused, she slurped her own pussy like if it was juice, she could feel as if every inch of her anatomy was being stroked and licked, she melted into the bowl in complete orgasmic bliss, once melted she could see and hear everything multiple times over, she could feel her consciousness split into all of the different bowls and puddles, she couldn't move, all she could muster was a slight ripple in the liquid, her body felt heavy but light, her parts felt like they were being licked and stroked by her own hands and tongue, it was over stimulating, her mind was still conscious but in a constant state of bliss and chaos, like a never ending orgasm.

A mysterious figure walks into the warehouse, filled with large containers and boxes of juices and sodas, he finds a table, surrounded by a mess of cups and bowls, on the floor there are small pink puddles and some bowls filled with pink liquid, the scent of strawberries in the air, the man smiles to himself, on the table next to a bowl he finds a cellphone, multiple missed calls and unread messages, the man grabs the phone then drops it into one of the bowls, he sees a clip board with a letter written on it, he read the letter and laughs as he throws the clip board into another bowl of punch.

The man: "no need to warn the others deer, you were the only target of the little trap, you made quite a mess darling, I know you can still hear me, your still fully conscious you can feel every part of you individually every motion everything, you can hear my voice millions of times over, it's like your in every bowl but in none, an eternal state of sensory overload, but a somewhat pleasant version of it" He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone.

The man: "the jobs done boss you can retreat the goods"

On Q the crate of strawberry juice labeled sugar kobolds vanishes into a puff of black smoke.

The man picks up the punch bowls that are on the floor and placed them on the table, he picks up a cup and serves himself some juice, he tastes the juice, spits it back into the cup and dropped the cup into the bowl.

The man exclaims: "I hate strawberries"

The man left.