Homework Goo Blues
#1 of Goo Symbiote Saga
Goo Symbiote Saga
Homework Goo Blues
By Von Krieger
It was rather puzzled. It had come all this way and expended so much effort to come and find a nice, pleasant, people place, and here all the people had went and left it! The nerve! It could scent the presence of the many individuals that came to this room throughout the day. Well, maybe scent wasn't quite the right word. More like taste, since it was just poking up a sensitive sensory pseudopodia into the air and sampling whatever molecules stuck to it.
While not quite having a consciousness of its own, it had drives and desires, and instinctual programming that seemed to outsiders to be a sense of the over-dramatic and a sense of humor as well. So after slithering up the maze of pipes from the underbelly of the city, poking a sensory appendage out of a spigot to get a good look at where people grouped en masse, and then finding the proper pipes that lead to the building where people gathered.
It had gotten lost and had to spend some time back tracking and had to leave the water system entirely for awhile in order to get its barings. Of course it could just have oozed down the hallway, but spewing out of the faucet onto the unsuspecting hands, arms, and chest of an individual was a suitably dramatic entrance, using the door by comparison just didn't cut it.
So it had put all that effort in to a perfect performance, it had leapt out of the tap and landed on a cheap plastic skeleton. It was currently in a desk drawer, sulking. Well, drawers, as there was too much of it to be contained by one drawer. It had eaten some papers that had been in the drawer with a lock on it, primarily out of spite.
It burbled and bubbled its annoyance. While dramatic, jumping out of an enclosed space just wasn't thematically appropriate. That was a cheap way to do things, snake in a can of peanuts style cheap. Of course it could always go back into the faucet and wait, or try the fire sprinklers.
It chewed a few paper clips and a stapler out of annoyance. It always ate when it got upset. Mmm... Swingline.
Wait, what was that? Faint vibrations on the ground, and different ones in the air! Footsteps and people talking, the door rattling, hooray! Someone was coming! Of course drawer jumping would be suitable dramatic if in the middle of the night, on a single, unsuspecting individual.
It spit out the half of the stapler it hadn't finished yet and tensed up, priming to pounce.
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"So if I hear someone coming, I'll give out a whistle, like this, okay?" Billy the Kobold said, giving off a few bars of a popular TV show's theme song.
His partner in crime, D the... well, no one is quite sure what exactly D is. Some sort of mix between an Asian dragon-type snake-y dragon and some sort of pointy eared fuzzball. Perhaps cat? Perhaps kangaroo? Perhaps a fox. Or a dog. Or a bat. Or a Vulcan with a body hair problem.
Whatever he is, he nodded and gave Billy a thumbs-up, and began to pick the classroom's lock, humming happily to himself. The two had missed the science class earlier in the day, due to an incomplete homework assignment. So their master plan was to simply sneak in and add their completed papers to the stack kept in the teacher's desk drawer.
Such an easy plan, and this floor was pretty much abandoned at this time of night, there was little chance of getting caught. And if they were found in the hallway, they could say they were going to snack machines, hungry after a long night in the computer lab. Though that wasn't as exciting as doing sneaky things whilst humming the Mission: Impossible theme under one's breath.
The lock let out a soft click, telling that it had been unlocked. D nodded to Billy and slipped inside, closing the door behind him. Taking his cue, the kobold moved down the hall and sat on a bench, spreading a few papers on it and taking out a book to read.
Inside the classroom D made his way to the teacher's desk, pulling the pages of homework from his jacket pocket. As any good rogue did, he first checked to see if the drawer was unlocked before he took the time to try and pick it. Ah ha! Success! The drawer slid open somewhat reluctantly. It was a bit sticky.
Peering down into it and seeing that the drawer was filled with what looked like blue Jell-o, D changed his mind. It was more than a bit sticky. He peered down in puzzlement at the blue goo, which peered back at him with black, oil drop eyes for a few moments before it pounced on him.
D yelped, but his cries were soon silenced by the torrent of liquid blue over his muzzle. He wriggling and flailed and rolled on the ground, trying to get the stuff off. It was eating through his clothes, and in a few moments all D has left in the way of clothing was his trademark headband.
The goo didn't seem to be much interested in eating him, D noticed, after all, it left his legs tail, and most of his arms free, though it clung quite stubbornly to his head and torso. Though somehow it was letting air in, so he could breathe. It began to rub him, trying to coax him into relaxing with soft, soothing massage.
It felt kind of good, relaxing, arousing... hey! D began his struggles anew when the goo began to caress his erecting member; he wasn't quite comfortable with relations with a non-solid life form going this far on the first date. There hadn't even been dinner and a movie first! Or bowling. There wasn't even bowling!
He tried to escape, but it seemed quite useless, the stuff was stuck onto him quite tightly, and his libido was getting in the way of thoughts of escape. After all, how often did one get to have a pleasurable sexual experience on the floor of a classroom? And the goo was a sight more attractive than some of the faculty.
Then the goo started to seep into him through three major points of entry, and that rather worried D. It oozed down his throat, up into his rump, and most distressingly, through the slit of his member. It wasn't uncomfortable, it felt kinda good, if a little chilly, but considering it had eaten his clothes, D wasn't sure he felt at all comfortable with the goo going inside of him. And boy was there an awful lot of goo.
His belly bulged with its presence. Though what was most distressing was the cool, tingly feeling inside him that seemed to be spreading. D moaned softly as he felt the sensation wash over his member. His eyes widened as he watched the flesh change color, the pink leeching out of it, replaced by a sort of translucent blue. Goo blue.
Eeek! It was eating him! Or something. D moaned louder as his cock began to lengthen and thicken, changing shape a little bit. He shivered as the last of the goo slipped inside him, the weird feeling going through his arms and up his neck. He winced as he waited for the thing to eat his brain like aliens always did in horror movies.
But the blackout never came, and the tingle vanished, replaced by a cool, liquid feeling. D looked down at his belly, which was large enough to hold another fully grown person. He reached out with a hand and gave it a poke, quivering with the pleasant sensation that rippled through his body.
Rippled was the right term, as his skin and flesh had turned translucent, allowing him to see inside where his fur was sparse. It didn't hurt at all, being all goo inside; it felt pretty good, actually.
D stood up, ready to see how his goo-filled body worked with things besides lying on the floor, and promptly fell flat on his face. Well, kind of. His huge, round belly, and large, protruding cock pretty much got in the way and hit the floor before his face did. But it didn't hurt. Being all soft and gooey inside, it just made him quiver and ripple a bit.
Actually it felt kind of pleasurable, cock sandwiched between hefty belly, and smooth, well-waxed floor. D gasped as a thick gush of something leaked from him, making a large, gooey, slick puddle. It made thrusting easier. He murred happily and began to hump the floor, not noticing his cock continuing to grow larger.
He felt something shift inside, and the goo-filled furre groaned as he felt a sort of pressure building in his cock. He reached down and began to stroke himself, trying to coax out whatever was holding things up. It was like a bubble, soft and malleable, but more resistant than an air bubble would be.
Encircling both hands around his shaft, D pushed the object up his semi-gelatinous shaft, crying out with pleasure as the goo-filled egg popped free of him, landing on the floor with a rather wet splat.
Mmm... that had felt really good, it would be nice to do that again. D shifted his position around a bit, so that he was sitting, and not laying on his cock... well... was that still the right term for it? It was a bit different, more flexible and dexterous, and it seemed designed more for laying eggs. What was that thing called? It was one of the science vocabulary words....
Ovipositor! His ovipositor! Whatever it was, he wasn't laying on it anymore, and began to stroke it happily, wanting to coax more eggs out of it. If just expelling an egg felt this good, what would it feel like when he finally climaxed?
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Billy paced and hummed to himself, wiping the orange side effects from a small bag of cheese puffs onto his pants. He wasn't sure how long D was going to take with the drawer locks. It shouldn't have been all that long. Especially not long enough for the kobold to get hungry and finish a bag of unnatural cheesy goodness.
As the look out, it was his duty to decide when the mission had exceeded chronal allocation parameters and warranted and immediate situational withdrawal.
The kobold scowled at the orange foil bag and decided that it was definitely time to call it quits. He was reading the long words in the ingredients list out of boredom, and it was starting to affect his thought processes.
He crumpled up the bag and tossed it into a nearby trash can, walking down the empty halls to return to the scene of the occurring crime. He walked past the door, making sure there wasn't anyone coming by in the other direction before doubling back.
He knocked on the door and poked his head in, "D, c'mon, hurry up!" he called in the strange whisper/shout hybrid that people use when they want to be heard from a distance, but also not heard from a distance.
A soft moan reached the kobold's pointy ears, followed by a rather wet squelchy sound. Billy's eyes widened and he closed the door behind him.
"D? Are you okay?" he called, rounding the desks to the lab tables in the back of the room where he heard the moan from.
His concern was answered by another moan, this one of a somewhat more happy and pleasant nature. D stood suddenly, coming eye to eye with Billy, a large grin on his face, his two foot long, see-through blue, goo-tongue hung from his mouth. His ovipositor throbbed and twitched, leaking more thick goo.
Billy's eyes widened at the sight, and he followed the translucent tongue downward, followed it down to the oversized, translucent cock, following the trail of translucent slime to the translucent eggs on the floor.
"Umm... I think I'll just leave you alone." Billy said turning and backing away, "With your eggs. Yeeeeah."
D reached out and grabbed Billy's tail pulling the kobold back and spinning him around. D forcefully pressed his lips up against the kobold's muzzle, the goo slipping in despite Billy's instinctive clenching of his teeth. A clenching that quickly loosened, allowing the goo-tongue inside properly.
Billy felt rather weird, pressed up against his friend like this. He felt the goo in his mouth, cool and kind of tasty; he felt it slipping down his throat, into his belly. The strange kiss seemed to fog his mind, and as D unbuckled his belt, the kobold found himself returning the kiss, his arms coming up of their own volition to embrace D.
Billy thrust softly against D's caressing hands, his cock having sprung suddenly to full arousal. The tip of his member rubbed over the soft, liquid smoothness of D's rounded, goo-filled tummy.
His body began to ache with need and he suddenly found D's hands on his shoulders, coaxing him down to his knees. The kobold grinned as his goo-filled captor broke the kiss. He was pretty sure he couldn't possibly cram that length into his throat, but he wasn't at all averse to trying.
But rather than oral sex on his mind, D seemed more interested in getting Billy on all fours, where he could see one of the big, hefty, jelly-like eggs. Somewhere along the way Billy's clothes seemed to have gotten lost. He couldn't quite recall taking them off, nor did he see them around anywhere. Meh, no big loss.
The reptilian boy's muzzle parted in a soft moan as D began to rub the underside of his tail, the caress moving upward, closer and closer to his tailhole. Billy spread his legs, panting softly, wanting what was coming more than anything.
But it wasn't quite what he was expecting. Instead of D's ovipositor, somehow he knew that was the right word, what was pressed up against his rump was one of the eggs, still coated in thick, slick slime.
Billy felt himself opening to welcome the intruding object, opening wider than he had thought possible. The egg was coaxed into him easily, despite its gelatin-like consistency. Billy expected it to break, but it didn't, the cool mass pushing into him slowly and steadily.
He sighed contentedly as he felt the last of the egg slip into him, his eyes widening once again as something else began to slide into him. The kobold gasped as D's ovipositor entered him, pushing the egg deeper and deeper. The cool feeling that had accompanied the goo's trip down his throat and into his belly returned, this time spreading throughout his insides.
Billy's tongue lolled from his mouth as D began to stroke his member with one hand, the other caressing his rounded belly, both of which began to grow and expand as the goo within him grew and warped his body to suits its purposes.
He moaned as her felt something hard and solid form within him, something that moved and shifted around, seeming eager to get out. Billy felt the egg move and shift around inside him, slowly making its way downwards. Down, down, down, to where it began to enter his ovipositor.
The kobold blushed, a little embarrassed by the co-opting of his manhood for distinctly female reproductive purposes. But he couldn't deny that it felt good. It stretched his translucent purple flesh, causing a pleasant, pleasurable tingle wherever it went. And it moved slowly, its exit teasingly delayed by D's grip.
Billy cried out as he laid his first egg. His eggs were as different from D's as you could get. The fuzzy dragon's eggs were huge, soft, and gelatinous. Billy's were comparatively small, about the size of a softball, and were quite solid. They looked rather like blue and purple speckled crystal, as opposed to the resemblance of D's to giant Jell-o molds.
Another egg began to make its way out, and Billy wondered how many eggs he had to make before the goo inside him decided that he'd done enough, for now. He hoped that it was a lot.
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"So, are there any questions before we get started on introductory xenobiology?" the teacher asked as she walked into the room, getting ready for the day's lessons. She peered at the crystalline globe on her desk for a moment, wondering where it had come from. Possibly a gift from a student?
After the question a hand shot up, a young feline in the front row, "Professor, are these eggs under our desks going to be part of our grades?" he asked.
"What eggs?" the instructor asked.
"Like this one!" a large bull said, hefting something onto his desk that looked like a prop from one of the later Alien movies, constructed of blueberry gelatin.
"Why does he get one that big?" said a ferret girl at the back of the class. The instinctive urge to smack her came from the oozing sense of entitlement in her voice, "All I have is this little one!"
"They don't have anything to do with my class," the instructor said, confused, "I wonder what they're doing here?
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With the question asked, the sense of drama was fulfilled, and the goo eggs hatched, their slimy contents gushing forth to their new hosts, who shrieked in surprise and terror.
And the class? The class was also fulfilled. Filled full of goo.