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The pool turned bright orange, glowing in the otherwise lightless basement. Luminescent, coloured gel rose in a thick, writhing tendril while Alan stripped down to his thong. He kicked his pants unceremoniously into a dark corner and let out a hissing sigh at the soft gooey touch of a tentacle coiling slowly from his ankle to his thigh.

The reptile still didn't know exactly what it was, even after all these years, but he liked to call the goo "Marmalade". The gel had simply appeared in his bathtub one day, much smaller than it was now, and lashed out at him with lustful abandon, much like the less civilized version of what it was doing now. Alan kept it as a pet ever since.

Another appendage slithered into the humid air while the thought passed through its master's mind and grasped gently around his waist. It had been difficult to train the jelly monster as it grew by leaps and bounds, but Alan relished the fruits of his labour. Smooth, tingly ooze dripped off it's fat coils and seeped onto his scales while more tentacles writhed out of the pool. The lizard guessed that the slick emission was a way for Marmalade to lull it's prey into submission but, with his guidance, it was just a nice relaxant at that point.

Gooey coils slowly crept up to embrace Alan's lifting arms and with a content sigh he let them take control. Marmalade lifted him easily off his feet, suspending him over the orange pool of itself. The bright glow made alluring dancing shadows across his loose and ready body to guide more tendrils from underneath. The twisted arm around his leg slithered into his crotch, stroking and fondling the bulging thong for a long, moist moment before pulling back to slip into it right against his taint.

The lizard shivered and fondly remembered training it to undress him without destroying his clothes, but more and more it was harder to tell whether it was going to. Another limb joined the first, one holding his underwear open just enough for the other to worm itself into the pouch. Cool slime wrapped around Alan's balls in a firm grip, squeezing then releasing like a gentle breath while it continued to coil toward his cock. The fleshy appendage pulsed in anticipation, swelling with each tingling touch, then jumped when the gel stroked around it. The lizard groaned with increasing excitement and watched as it escaped from his waistband in the shape of a massive, glowing orange dick.

It was a surprise the first time he was Marmalade do that, but since then, Alan had come to expect the many shapes its tips would take and he was especially fond of that one. The fat schlong twisted around his belly and chest, replacing the one that held him at the waist, then offered itself to his mouth; it even had a generous cumslit that leaked its own version of precum for its master. The lizard was eager to accept the gift, opening wide and gargling as the goo's citrus flavour filled his mouth.

It was disarmingly delicious. The pre was probably a drug or venom like the ooze on it's surface but Alan had grown to love it like everything else he loved about his pet monster. The tangy cock swelled to plug his mouth with its viscous texture just as another tendril wiggled into his tented undies.

That one went opposite the length feeding him its soothing juice, sliding into his thong through the waistband and stroking his cock again while it probed between his asscheeks. Marmalade grasped for his tail, pulling it out of the way while it lubed his crack, grinding against the hole loosed by their nightly ritual. Soothing, tingly 'precum' spread in a copious sheet over his blue hide until, with a wet, slimy 'SCHLK!' it forced itself in.

The lizard tried to moan but only invited the citrus cock further down his throat, pulsating like any flesh and blood penis might. The tendril forcing its gooey, gentle way through the other end though was far less realistic, layered with prominent ridges spread far enough apart that his ring would stretch then relax no matter how quick their pace got. It was an exquisite sensation, Marmalade was obviously of the mind 'go big or go home' but it had learned to be gentle. The arm in its caretakers ass took it slow, letting its other fat, dickheaded appendages stroke against his face reassuringly.

Alan trembled with pleasure as the pool of orange jelly played with him, but the moment he got used to the rings, that tentacle pulled away immediately replaced by a new, writhing shaft. This one was covered in big round studs, each one massaging like firm beads against his stretched walls, grinding his tender spot into a spark of joy. It only took a single milking stroke to dredge up a wad of creamy spunk for his stretched and slimed thong, but that did nothing for the mounting need in him.

As if it sensed the tension rising, Marmalade thrust harder into each end while its ribbed cock ground hard against its master's taint. Only pushing the excessive volume of tingling juice deeper and giving Alan an overly full feeling but the lizard pushed through the discomfort to let his monster keep playing. He gulped down more of the relaxing fluid getting adjusted again to the studs before the tentacles switched sensations on him again, replacing the studded cock with a much more abstract shape.

It was something like raindrops if the tails were all tucked into the fattest part of the last one. And each bulge got bigger until the lizard bit his lip to struggle through taking a softball his soppingly lubed, but still resistant hole. Marmalade was starting to work itself beyond its own training, taking harsher thrusts, wrapping more tentacles around him spurting sloppy strings of its disarming ooze across his body, probably to preempt any resistance but Alan soldiered on, training wasn't an easy thing and he did like it a little rough so he relaxed, hoping it would calm the creature down enough that he could simply enjoy himself.

And it worked to a degree, but he was getting too close and the goo knew somehow that he was. The other two textured cocks returned to his ass, struggling for purchase as the tentacles grew desperate to drive him over the edge. He hadn't trained Marmalade to double penetrate him on purpose but it was something he encouraged whenever it happened, reaching up to stroke the cocks around him to give it the go ahead. But as the thick heads tried to penetrate him he gave a fluttering squeeze with his ring, the signal that the goo was trying to stretch him too far.

Reluctantly the tendrils shrank but immediately filled him up to the brim with their studded and bulging and ribbed fullness, the cores of them squishy and viscous to give each other space but their features still firm enough to cloud his mind with the varying sensation. Alan gave a gargled moan into the cock down his throat while they fucked him erratically, each one taking a different pace and even going to different depths to make sure it really overwhelmed him with pleasure while one last limb rose up from the pool.

The final tool was very simple, a hollow tube; no extra structures or tricks. Just a long tunnel that wormed its way into his underwear then around his cock, tightening like a gooey second skin the sucking firmly at yet another desperation-heightened pace. The reptile couldn't prove it but he guessed that Marmalade fed on his sexual energy. After all, it always seemed to get this way when he was close to the edge and it didn't seem to need much else from him but a little water to keep it hydrated. But all that mattered in that moment is the slime wanted him to cum and it wanted him to cum badly.

So Alan worked his hips, humping the sleeve milking him until he grunted into the gooey cock clenched tight around the other three stretching him open and burst his load deep into his pet monster, quaking and quivering with the intense feeling rolling through his body while Marmalade did the same to him. All four tentacles forced quarts of thick, dense, cool goo into his belly, pumping deep and stretching his belly. Intense churning currents of the stuff roiled in him much longer than own orgasm could, filling him up like each night before until he looked pregnant with new little creature.

He had never given birth to anything after his time with the goo. In fact, every morning he woke up empty and hungry and his creature was bigger. Maybe it just needed his body warmth to grow and the sex was for his benefit. Alan really had no idea but he was glad to oblige the pool of gel and sighed as it laid him down by its edge, pulsing brighter and slower and drawing its tendrils lazily into itself.