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Goo

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Melting

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by ShadowyMatt

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“Did you think you were entertaining enough?"

Matt gasped, eyes wide, not knowing what to do. His heart pounded, though he was naked in his bedroom with his partner, his girlfriend towering over him, even though Matt could not have told quite when he dropped to his knees. With his eyes watering, he grabbed at his face, skin tingling, the sense of something being very, very wrong spreading through him, from head to toe, as if something had shifted.

Something small, yes, something insignificant, no. What had shifted could never again be the same, not as before, not as he trembled there, in awe of her power over him. Matt had never seen her so harsh in the past, her long, blonde hair flowing loose down over her shoulders, the ends still slightly damp as if she had only recently come out of the shower. However, she had not showered for him, not that day. Maybe none of the days that they were together.

Pleadingly, he looked up at his girlfriend, taking in her figure, the curves of her frame, sitting on the edge of the bed in pink lingerie, though, on her, it was far from innocent. She tipped forward, her blue eyes sharp, lips pressed into a thin, hard kind of smile that betrayed her true intentions. Even if he didn't know what they are…

“Always hanging around… Always with me…" She rolled her eyes and waved her hand, even as something pulled in his chest, something that he refused to acknowledge. “Wouldn't you be more fun, say…if you were a little…softer? Gooier?"

He blinked. Gooier? Huh? What? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Yet the tingling warmth that felt so wrong had spread through him, his body weak, arms dropping back to his sides as if they suddenly possessed no more substance than wet noodles.

“Please…" He tried to force out, though the word barely came, his lips thick and unwieldy. “I… Don't…"

But Matt would never get a chance to say what he wanted, not as his face softened, sliding away from him. His eyes would have widened if he still possessed the capacity to do so, but that wasn't what his partner – or ex-partner, perhaps? – wanted of him.

She laughed cruelly, a high, sharp sound that held no love or warmth in it at all.

“Soften for me, my dear," she said, swirling her fingers as if she was casting a spell. “You're more fun this way."

He cried out, but it was a gargled, watery sort of grey, trying to clutch at his own throat, though he couldn't get his hands up there anymore. His body, not in any way, was under his control, jerking up to his feet, though his legs wobbled and he swayed back and forth as if he was drunk. Matt could not even be sure that he had wanted to get to his feet in the first place, feeling more foolish than ever as he stood before her nude.

He should have been turned on with his girlfriend there on the bed before him, biting seductively at her lower lip as if she had something special in store, yet that could never come to pass, oh no.

Slowly, his body, for it was the only way he could make sense of it, fell apart. His head tipped forward, nose dripping from him, as if he was crying, though it was his body that was dripping from his nose. And it didn't even look like his nose either! Not at something, not his heart, thudded horrifyingly in his chest, reeling from reality. No… It was brightly coloured, slippery and drooling as it drooped, a bright yellow colour that was harsh on his eyes.

He looked up at her, though he could only move his eyes, not his head, pleading without words to ask what she was doing to him, to stop, but she was too far gone for that. It wasn't his girlfriend sitting on the bed anymore, the woman that he loved, no – it was someone cruel, it was something conniving. He could see it all in that subtle little smirk of hers, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as if transforming boyfriends was something she did every day.

His cock was the next to go, gloopy and thick, losing its shape as he toppled forward, barely able to move. He could only squirm, but his body splashed as he did so, as if he had become something viscous, something thick, something that moved with the properties of a liquid and yet was not. He tried to groan, but his voice box was no longer even his, his penis dripping and drooping into bright pink goo as he lay on his side.

He didn't know how he'd gotten there, but he could only suspect it was her doing, doing something to him as his fingers melted, becoming weak and without any kind of substance at all. He tried to moan, but the weakness spread through his body, wobbling and melting – he was sure that if someone had pressed their fingers into any part of his body, it would have been like pressing into very soft candle wax. Like wax that had been melted and was cooling, so it was cool enough, at that point, not to burn someone's fingers.

“Aw," she cooed, propping her chin on her hand. “You're cuter like that… But I won't be seeing you around for all that much longer, will I?"

What was that supposed to mean? He didn't know, didn't have the mental capacity to know, his thoughts coming more and more slowly, duller, as if he was trying to drag them to the forefront of his active mind through quicksand. A whimper burbled up, but his lips bubbled, blue goo splattering from them.

His heart beat, but the pulse of it was imagined, for his body didn't need a heart to pump blood around his body anymore. His girlfriend laughed as he melted, his arms slopping off in a pile of yellow goo, some parts of his goo-body stuck together in a colourful pile and other parts sliding away on their own.

His legs… He couldn't turn his head to see them, but she laughed and pointed out how they were green with pink spots. There was no way for him to tell if that was true, losing his mind, fading away – or perhaps his mind was melting too, for goo didn't need to think. Goo just needed to do and to be whatever it was that she wanted it to do and to be, which was the best thing of all.

For her, not him. Never for him.

His backside trembled, melting finally into purple goo – or was it more of a violet? He couldn't tell, not as the sensation, the ghost, of nausea rolled through him, making him feel as if he was going to lose his stomach at any point.

Or maybe Matt already had as she put her hands on him, scooping up big lumps of him, blue and purple and green and pink and all kinds of other colours, laughing as she rubbed him into her body.

“Mmm… Yes, this is so much better!"

There'd be nothing left of him, of Matt as he had been known, when she was done with him, though he didn't know what would come of him, where his mind would go. Despite his nose being one of the first parts of his body to actively melt, the rest of his face seemed to be holding firm for the moment, although his eyelids were thick and heavy with goo, dripping over his eyes, forcing him to weakly blink to clear them.

Tiny drips, clouding his vision, her feet in view. His body slurped as she dug her hands in him, dismantling his body, forcing his goo transformation to speed up, splashes of brightly coloured goo all over her. If he had been whole and happy, he would have been turned on by the orange and red dripping down over her tits, even marking the exceptionally nice bra that she was wearing, but his life was never again going to be the same. Or anything that Matt could comprehend, in fact.

His stomach dropped, hands digging into him, smooshing all the brightly coloured goo parts of his body. A leg splashed into his chest and his neck broke apart, though the consciousness of his mind was still there. She laughed, sitting astride him and sinking into the pile of goo that his body had become, no form or definition to it anymore, just something that she could use and manipulate to her will.

Warm fingers jabbed into the cold pit of his chest or his abdomen… Really, Matt didn't know anymore, there was no way for him to know, the heat poking holes in him, though the goo flowed to fill them in.

He wanted to beg, he wanted to scream, he wanted to cry… And yet all those notions had been well-absorbed by his goo-body, swelling and flowing, though each coloured part, somehow, managed to remain separate from all the others. The colours did not mix and blend into one another, though he was constantly aware of the sloppy, slick sensation of lumps of coloured goo sliding over one another, dripping and drooling as she splattered it all over her body.

“Mmm… Yes, a much better use for you…"

He gargled, for that was the only sound, bubbling through a dripping, rose pink mouth and lips, that he could make. Nothing else seemed to come out and he stared in horror as his girlfriend even spread the melty, goo parts of his body between her legs, over her panties, as if to pleasure herself with them.

Even then, in his state of goo, Matt shuddered, the goo trembling. It was still a turn-on, even as he fell increasingly, sloppier and meltier, fading away.

Or melting away.

His mind did not stay, everything becoming smoother and smoothing, flowing…well, just like goo. Maybe that was a silly way to put it, but that was the best way he could come up with as his mind broke apart. Maybe it was brightly coloured, gaudy goo too, but there was no way for him to tell as the man's face melted, leaving him as nothing but goo. His face was striped in red and green goo, just like Christmas, his ears softening and slopping off first, though they were quickly followed by his forehead. His hair was no more, melting into the rest of his head, yellow contrasting with pink in a spotty design, though Matt did not know and nor did he care.

He would not for the rest of his time alive…whatever that entailed.

Not that she cared, of course. She sprawled in the goo mess of him, a vibrating, trembling pile of goo that pulsed with the life that it had once had. Laughing aloud as if there was nothing else more amusing to her than rubbing him into her body, splashing and mixing different colours of goo together until it looked like she had been painted in it, from her head to her toe.

Relaxing back, she let the goo cool her, the heat of her boyfriend – ex-boyfriend – slipping away, though, of course, it was not as if she needed to consider him anymore. She rubbed between her legs, fingers slipping into her lingerie to caress her clit, arching her back with a light moan.

“Yes… Much better…unff…use for you…"

Her toes curled and flexed, though Matt would never know of the way her body twisted and bucked, revelling in his disintegration into goo. He was gone, good and forever, though she didn't have it in herself to care one bit about any of that, for her boyfriend had more than served his purpose to her. Even if he did not know it.

The lingerie fell off as she stimulated herself, pushing goo inside her pussy, moaning, crying out, letting her hips rise with pleasure, again and again. Yet he was not there to see any of that even if, in a strange sort of way, Matt remained an instrument to her delight, letting his girlfriend use him, however she pleased, to give herself pleasure, until she moaned out her ecstasy.

Lost and transformed into goo, Matt knew no more.