The Goo-Zard
A story of a transformation for a charizard on FA, and one that is pretty darn TF focused rather than arousal focused.
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The Goo-Zard For Chalur By Draconicon
A Mega-Stone...out here? Yeah, right...
Chalur shook his head as he flew over the forest, his eyes casting left and right as he looked for the tell-tale shimmer of one of the rare rocks. The hour was getting on, and if he didn't find it soon, he wouldn't have another chance until tomorrow. Hoping to get a better angle, he went into a descent, soon barely a few feet above the treetops.
The Charizard grumbled to himself. The longer he went without finding something, the more he felt like this was a waste of his time. After all, an undiscovered Mega-Stone was rare, but possible, yet why would someone tell him about it instead of claiming it for themselves? If it hadn't been for the fact that he knew he could trust that other dragon-type, he wouldn't be wasting his time.
But as the minutes wore by, and he couldn't find any sign of it, Chalur's grumbling got louder and louder.
Maybe he was pranking me. Maybe -
His thoughts were interrupted as he suddenly spotted a sparkle coming off of the ground. It was faint, barely visible, but it could only be one thing. He grinned as he folded his wings tightly around himself and suddenly dropped through the canopy. His bulk crushed every branch in his way, creating a whole new hole in the trees as he went down, down, down.
He hit the ground with a hard thump and ran towards the sparkle. It had been blind luck that he'd spotted it; only a chance glance let him see it amidst the roots of the tree. Ripping through the wood, he finally got a good look...and froze.
That...
It wasn't any sort of Mega-Stone he'd seen before. Instead of the usual blue or green or yellow, this one was pure black, yet it shimmered with as much light and power as any of the others...
He used a little bit of fire to cut a channel for it to roll through, so it was out in the open. The Charizard wasn't sure how - or even if - it would empower him if he touched it. They could easily have other effects beside power-ups; he'd heard from some pokemon that they did weird, even painful things, if one wasn't careful.
As it rolled to a stop, Chalur grabbed a couple of sticks and started rotating it, turning it this way and that to try and figure out what it was. Despite all of his efforts, he couldn't puzzle it out. No emblem marked the surface of the stone, and there was no secondary color to break up the pure black.
Through it all, it continued to shimmer like every other Mega-Stone. He knew that's what it was...he just didn't know what it would do.
Glancing towards the heavens again, he guessed that he had about twenty minutes before the stone would disappear. They always did, if someone didn't claim them. He could claim it, but maybe...
No, if I don't take it, then someone else will. After all, getting this was the whole point, right?
Then again, he'd thought it would just be another Mega-Stone, usable or sellable. This thing was a total unknown, and might be completely useless. But beggars couldn't be choosers. He reached down and grabbed it -
"Rrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrrr!"
And roared as soon as he touched it. Not from pain, but shock, as the stone exploded from a solid to a liquid. It fell like a waterfall from his hands, making a giant puddle at his feet. What remained on his fingers started wiggling up his thin arms, making its way closer and closer to his shoulders, while the 'puddle' at his feet started wrapping around his toes and ankles. The ooze was thick and powerful, and even as he stomped and sliced at it, it just continued relentlessly on.
As it advanced up his body, it squeezed tight on anything it covered. The Charizard felt it rubbing and groping his legs with every inch it covered, and he growled. It was like being wrapped up by an Arbok, except far stronger. Chalur growled, opening his mouth wide and letting loose his fires.
But even a Flamethrower along his legs did nothing. The goo shrugged off the heat, and seemed to get shinier in the process.
I have to...get out of here...
He spread his wings, trying to take to the skies, but he got perhaps three feet up before the goo yanked him back to the ground. The impact stunned him, almost knocking him off of his feet, and that -
"RAAAAWR!"
It was in him! The black ooze wrapped around his tail, under it, and it was inside him. The internal pressure shoved him down to all fours, almost knocking his face into the ooze. He growled in defiance.
What do you...think you're...doing?!
He roared at the goo, even as it formed a new tendril. Before he could close his mouth, the thick ooze was already inside, rushing down towards his stomach and spreading out along his lips. As it filled him from both ends, Chalur realized something. He wasn't just surrounded by the ooze, wasn't just being coated by it. As he looked at his hands, seeing them dripping, he understood. He was becoming it.
The transformation continued from his head to his tail. He felt the fire on his tail flicker before roaring back up in a bubbling mass of black, and he saw his wings melting down into a black mass as well, collapsing onto his back before dribbling over his sides towards the ground. It took almost no time at all for it to collect in the puddle below him.
His arms, rapidly dissolving, could no longer support his weight. Chalur collapsed, his hips still raised as the goo swallowed him up. It covered his muzzle, then his face, leaving only his eyes exposed. He felt his horns dripping away, dissolving bit by bit, until they were nothing more than nubs. Then even that was taken away.
I can't feel...anything...
He'd never felt like this; he'd always had the air on his skin, the heat of the sun, the cool of the night, at least something. Now...
Now there was nothing. It was like his whole body had gone numb. The only thing he could still 'feel' was how much of his body remained out of the puddle. His head, a bit of his belly and chest; that was all, and it was rapidly shrinking away, puddling up into the goo.
As his body was slowly pulled into the puddle, Chalur closed his eyes.
A spark. A thought. He was waking up.
Chalur opened an eye, and found himself staring up at the sky. Almost as if he'd been sleeping on the ground, out in the middle of a forest, rather than...than...
Must have been a dream.
He lifted an arm to rub his eyes, but found it much harder than usual. Grunting in his sleepy state, he pushed harder and harder until his arm lifted up. He raised it to his face -
And stopped. His skin was darker than normal, but that wasn't so different. What was different was the fact that his fingers were wet...and dripping...
Chalur tried to look down, but he couldn't move his head. At least, not easily. He growled, gritting his teeth - no, he didn't do that either. He didn't...he didn't even feel his teeth. What was...
Desperately, he pushed himself upwards, until he felt his head rising up. When it finally felt possible, the Charizard looked down, and his mouth dropped open.
Instead of a body, he had a puddle.
Instead of a pair of arms, he had a dripping limb.
Instead of a neck, he had a long, gooey stalk.
Chalur stared, his 'breath' coming faster and faster, leaving little bubbles in the puddle as he kept staring at it.
Get out...must be in a hole...pull yourself out...
Desperately hoping that was the case, Chalur pushed his dripping fingers down on the edge of the puddle and started wrenching himself back. His wet, soaking body slowly came out of the puddle, and he saw his other arm, his chest, and eventually his legs come free of it. But at the same time, the puddle was shrinking. By the time that he was completely 'out' of the puddle, it had disappeared completely.
The puddle...was me?
Chalur looked down at his hands. They still dripped, but they were more solid than in the dream from last night. Running his fingers over them, he could feel them. He had sensation once more.
But...how? What had happened? Why had he become so gooey? And...
And what would he do now?
The End