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"I know it's cliché to say this, but...I've really never seen anything like this, Dusty. This kind of discovery could really put our research company on the map!"

Though they weren't the ranking scientists in the building, Talia and Dusty were the lucky pair that were first to investigate the remains of a truly unique meteor.

They'd cracked open dozens of them in their time working together, and the excitement of finding a host of meteoric ore and prized, rare metals was the kind of thing that aged slowly, keeping their interest in the job as fresh as it had ever been...but there was still a certain sense of expectation when they drilled into the side of a small chunk of rock.

There would be other rocks, minerals, and perhaps, rare gemstones inside. That was the rub.

The lively, dripping ooze of pink inside of this particular meteor was cause for such interest and panic that the building was operating on a lockdown, and compartmentalized security was in place, making sure that no one was able to paint the entire picture of what the research team had discovered.

To that point, neither Dusty, nor Talia had any idea what they were looking at. The portion of the meteor that was cracked open was being kept behind thick glass, keeping several inches of bulletproof protection between them and whatever they'd discovered.

Thus far, the florescent ooze hadn't reacted to any earthly inputs: save for bubbling on occasion and dripping from the crack in the rock, it wasn't doing anything, but as far as they knew, it was still an entirely new substance...they couldn't possibly move forward with closer interactions until they'd run a gauntlet of tests, and they were only in the first few days of that.

"I'd be just fine with putting the company on the map if there was anything in it for us," Dusty groaned. The dingo knew better than to expect anything for all his hard work: he likely wouldn't be credited publicly for the discovery, and there wasn't a pay raise on the horizon, either. "Getting to play with this stuff is fun and all, but I can't help feeling like we're fighting the battle without getting to enjoy the victory."

The lioness scoffed. "Speak for yourself, Dusty; this is the victory," she countered. "We're getting to run experiments on something that's never been seen on Earth before...who knows if anyone else will ever even get to see this stuff?"

"And we have to keep that a secret, no less," he bemoaned that fate: he wasn't a fan of keeping such great discoveries to himself. "But I suppose the point is to see if this thing is keeping any secrets from us, isn't it?"

"That's right."

"Then I'll go see if we've turned anything up," Dusty offered. "The printer's been firing off pages like crazy..."

Everything in the laboratory was integrated in such a way that Dusty could keep updates from his phone, and he'd gotten over a dozen notifications that the printer in the small, attached office was running.

They hadn't seen anything from the ooze to indicate that there was a change taking place, or even a visible reaction from the unknown substance...but he was hoping to find some answers in the pages.

Talia was fine with manning the post and staying right where she was, not wanting to miss a single moment of their research.

"You do you, Dusty. I'm gonna start running 14A."

There was no way for them to understand the limitations of the substance without running a host of tests on it, but so far, there weren't any indications that they'd harmed it; that much was positive, but they didn't have any proper indications of whether or not the ooze was a living thing or not. It didn't follow the same laws for being a life from that were dictated by earthly sciences, so the prevailing hypothesis was that it was a form of excrement or expulsion from an extraterrestrial life form.

Talia wasn't expecting to rule out either of those possibilities with her next series of tests, but she was giddy at the sound of a small engine firing in the corner of the room.

"If this doesn't wake you up a little bit, I don't think anything will..."

Thus far, the experiments run in the lab were fairly innocuous, testing the limitations of the substance only within what it would likely be exposed to on the planet it had landed on. There was no sign of where it had come from or what it had endured to arrive in such a state, and after running a baker's dozen of other, smaller experiments, Talia was finally getting to the meat and bones of the work she had to do.

The environment that the meteor was contained in was kept at extremely specific temperatures and oxygen levels: everything was made to mimic the comforts of an average, suburban home, but the ooze was about to be introduced to something else that was commonly found in cozy houses.

A spark was filling the tank as an electromagnetic field manipulated the air within, sending a shock through the mysterious substance. The amperage of the field was exceptionally low: even Talia would barely have felt a thing if she were on the inside, but they didn't want to risk destroying the only sample that they'd collected.

As quickly as it reacted, Talia immediately flipped a switch and disengaged the field, but from inside the container came a wretched sound, eerily distant for the close proximity the ooze shared with the lioness...the thickness of the glass, impressive as it was, wasn't enough to silence the wicked, gurgling noise.

Against that same glass, once seemingly impenetrable, the ooze leapt from the surface of the cracked meteor and crashed against the reinforced container. Jumping back with uncontrollable fear, Talia watched the glass bend at the force of the substance, but it was holding...

...At the second strike, however, the glass exploded out. Thick, massive chunks of safety glass spread across the laboratory, and the lioness fell back, narrowly avoiding a horrible fate; she threw her paws against her ears to mitigate the thundering sound of the pressurized container exploding before her, and when it had all settled, she was stunned to see that she hadn't been struck.

She didn't have much time to appreciate the small victory: the ooze, despite having no discernable face, didn't appear pleased with her for shocking it.

"W-what...what in the world..."

Her voice was hollowed out by fear, coming across as little more than a whisper. With a dry throat and quivering digits, she tried to scrape her way backward, but the floor gave her very little purchase to move.

As the wrinkles of her lab coat curled up under her backside, the brilliant pink creature rolled closer and closer to her, moving with such a calculated approach that the lioness was made to feel like the prey; she wasn't a fan of the turnabout.

"Need to get to the emergency butto-

She turned her head and looked for the nearest control panel with the stereotypical big, red button on it that would force the laboratory into an airtight lockdown, but that brief turn of her neck was as far as she would get.

The ooze was much faster than it had shown thus far, and no sooner than she mentioned the button did the slimy creature lunge forward and wrap around her muzzle, silencing her panic.

Control your breathing...don't waste any oxygen!

It was unlike anything she'd ever felt against her flesh, moving through the softer fuzz of her fur with a fluidity like water, but it only stuck in place where it wanted to, keeping a tight grip on her lips and nostrils. She was shocked to discover that she could still breathe, but she didn't know how long she'd be able to keep her head on straight without hyperventilating.

It's melting my clothes...my coat's already disintegrating!

Her panicked breathing was controlled by the ooze, as though the foreign substance was able to sense her anxiety. She'd have passed out in seconds if she didn't have that thin veneer of goop pulled over her lips and nostrils, but they acted as a strange filter, keeping her from going completely off the deep end with her fears.

As readily as her clothing dissolved, she was resigning herself to the fate of being reduced to nothingness and absorbed by the alien fluid, but as the goo expanded and spread down her neck and over her coat, it was only her clothes that reacted to the presence of the substance.

Her naked fur came into view as her shoulders and upper arms were coated with the slimy material, but as it continued to drip down, she watched the slim lines of her collarbone emerge next...but the supports of her brassier were already fading away under the influence of the creature.

The cups were dissolved before she had a chance to cover herself; that the entire room was under surveillance wasn't lost on her, and her modesty, somehow, came to mind before her survival instinct had a chance to get her off the floor.

Slipping an arm across her breasts didn't stop the eerily warm substance from rolling over her tender flesh and tickling it with a unique approach...one that wasn't entirely unpleasant, but in her current situation, it was hard for her to think about how much she might have enjoyed it, if she didn't think she was going to be suffocated.

Wait...it's...it's been at least a minute, and I'm still breathing just fine. Is this thing trying to suffocate me or not...?

For the parts of her body that were still being teased by the movements of the slime, Talia could have drawn her own conclusions, but she didn't want to believe the thought process she was coming up with.

After all, it seemed an impossible coincidence that her slacks were dissolved so quickly, and yet...there was a small pool of the stuff just above the mound of her womanhood, gathering at her panties and doing away with them before quick, eager trails moved around the hood of her clit and encased the subtle pout of her folds.

She couldn't believe what she was feeling, but as best as she knew, it was like the sensation of being aroused...but rather than moisture spilling from her body, she felt as though the same was flowing back into her, tickling her insides with a similar texture.

Knowing that it was coming from such an unknown creature only added to the thrill of it all, but beyond that, her panic was coming around again as the volume within her vaginal passage continued to grow.

It's like a cock that's growing...getting harder once it's already inside of me!

She wanted to ignore the subtle lust that was creeping up in her mind, but as she looked down at herself, she saw only the covering of brilliant pink, acting like a second coat of fur and clinging to her as faithfully as flesh clung to bones; she wasn't getting away from the stuff anytime soon, and it wasn't going to let her get comfortable.

Try as she might to stay quiet, she couldn't help gasping fearfully as the slime pressed against her asshole and began seeping inside that passage, as well. The creature proved more than capable of sneaking past her tight, warm resistance and filling her up, but once it was inside, it was able to relax her body from within, easing the nervous clench away behind a wash of pleasant warmth.

It's just going wherever it wants, taking whatever it wants...but it stayed out of my eyes and my ears; is it really that intelligent? Does it know what it's done?

Any questions she had left in that regard were dashed by the presence of an internal thrust, as though a lover that she couldn't see was pumping into her eager passage for the first time.

It was a haunting sort of bliss; she wanted so desperately to grab onto something, but the ooze was keeping her body mostly paralyzed, only letting her twitch and quiver as the impressive substance pushed deeper and deeper into her womanhood.

Don't enjoy it...s-stop enjoying it...what if someone sees?

Dusty's reaction wasn't going to help matters in the least, but as he came back into the room with a small stack of papers, it was hard to blame him for succumbing to the atmosphere of panic, instead of rising above it.

"Wh...what the f-fuck...why didn't the silent alarm trip?!"

The dingo dropped his papers and dashed for the control panel, his entire body shivering with a painful surge of adrenaline.

Legs were a blur and his lungs were a furnace, but his speed was still limited by the physical form that he possessed: that put him at an immediate disadvantage when his energetic burst triggered the attention of the slime.

As flexible as it already proved to be, there was yet more volume to be had. Tendrils leapt from the bulk that was wrapped around Talia and grabbed Dusty before he could pick up any speed. Cuffs formed around his ankles, tripping him up...but he never actually hit the ground.

Two more tentacles shot forth and captured his wrist, and from each wrapped appendage, a flood of ooze spread out over his body, creating a tiny, sheer layer of the substance between his clothes and his fur.

Thanks to that, his clothes all slid free from his body as he was floated over to Talia. Bashfulness scarcely had a chance to take hold when he realized that he was naked, but being stripped in front of his coworker was the least of his problems.

Seeing Talia in such a state was distressing enough, but he knew that she had no control over what came next; that made it a little easier to accept when his muzzle was pressed firmly against her own, all at the behest of the alien substance.

Talia, I...I'm so, so sorry about this...

Their lips meeting wasn't the kind of thing that either of them had ever considered before: they weren't harboring a secret romance in the laboratory, and their fantasies of each other were only the kind they had in passing.

A plethora of emotions was rising to the surface as the ooze forced them into the heated exchange, and soon, Dusty was a mirror image of Talia, his face captured by the same substance that was wrapped around her muzzle.

He couldn't pull back enough to vocalize his panic, and he couldn't move his lips at all without tickling her own, right through the slim veneer of ooze that surrounded them.

I know you're not trying to do it, Dusty...but you're turning me on so much!

They no longer had a choice in the matter, but if they were being honest, they would have been just fine with things staying right where they were: they couldn't see each other's nudity at such a close range, and the embrace of the ooze was warm and pleasant in the strangest way...as though they'd been dropped into a pool of lukewarm essential oil.

Dusty had no idea how perverted the substance was, however.

His naked body pressed further into her own as the slime moved his hips in a primitive grind, trying to imitate the pattern of a canine thrust. At such range, the feline couldn't hope to dodge the sensation of his cock grinding up against her clit, and as the tapered tip of his length pressed upon her clitoral hood, she moaned right into his lips, wishing that they'd been able to try such a thing in their right of mind.

The whirlwind of panic was being offset by a strange, pervasive lust...and it was only getting worse as she felt the dingo's member tickling between her folds, spreading them just enough to allow the ooze within her to spill away.

Her tailhole wouldn't be spared the weight and pressure of the slime, but it was turning it's focus to Dusty: he'd been spared the pressure and penetration of his own ass, but Talia knew he what he was in for, even before he did.

He was still straining with everything he had, but the ooze was every bit as powerful as it was flexible, giving Dusty no chance to prevent the delicate ease of his length between her petals...and finally, the upward shift as he was forced into her slick bodice.

I can't believe this is happening to us...I'm s-so sorry, Talia!

If her mind wasn't succumbing to the ooze, as well, Talia might have appreciated his apology.

As far gone as she was anymore, she was more upset with Dusty for giving her such a delicate thrust, when her body was thirsting for something greater than a slow, easy push.

He's plenty big enough to satisfy me, but he's letting the ooze move him instead, she realized. You need to get over it and fuck me, Dusty. Not like we can do anything about it now; we might as well enjoy it!

She couldn't tell that Dusty was letting the ooze do all of the work until the dingo finally embraced the idea as much as Talia wanted him to.

It wasn't an easy adjustment for him to make.

What the hell just happened back there?

His cock was utterly motionless inside of her, save for the natural throb of his erection...but he could feel that internal buzz in his own tailhole as something continued to fill it up. The stretch was slow enough to be pleasant, and much to his surprise, he was eager to feel an even larger tentacle in the depths of his ass when he was offered a sample.

He couldn't ask for such a thing, but the ooze was more than happy to accommodate, so long as he was willing to give Talia what she needed.

She couldn't convey that lust with her words, and he couldn't see the arousal played across her face...but he could feel how soaking wet she was inside, clenching around his cock.

That gesture was the most desperate plea she could offer, and the extra slickness of the ooze that was left inside of her acted as something that they never would have been able to find in the heat of the moment.

Simulating both extra arousal for Talia and extra girth for Dusty, the ooze was a part of the entire act as the pair were lowered further to the ground. The lioness felt her legs pushed up by the foreign substance, and with its blessing, Dusty was finally giving the kind of thrusts that she was so eager for.

A messy squelch filled the immediate space as he pumped the ooze further and further into her body, until it was akin to a warm, fresh load of cum, seeping into her womb and filling her with another level and depth of pleasure.

Dusty knew that she was enjoying herself just by the involuntary spasms of her inner muscles, but more than that, he was getting a taste of his own medicine: the shape and mass of the tentacle in his ass was a _perfect_replica of his own cock, and each time his hips rolled forward to satisfy his coworker, he felt the very same depth of that tentacle in his tailhole, pushing further and further, until his prostate was feeling the slick, eager tickle of the ooze.

He was shocked to keep his mess contained at that, but he slowed, realizing that the tendril was copying his approach; he wouldn't be able to last much longer if it continued to pull such devious tricks.

Sure hope you aren't fertile, Talia...

There should have been greater fear in the dingo, but his mind was finally sinking to the depths of depravity that Talia was already carving out a new home in. Even with her face entirely cased in the slime, she was panting eagerly and grinning, knowing that she'd be able to milk every drop out of the canine if she simply let the ooze help her along.

Getting knocked up never even crossed her mind, but the alien mess was already keen to the presence of precum. It was absorbing every drop that Dusty offered it, and anything more that came thereafter would meet with the same fate.

The dingo was lucky: he wouldn't have anything to worry about as his knees spread wider, giving him purchase to pound the lioness with the strong, passionate thrusts that she'd been after all along.

Now you're moving, Dusty...now you're fucking me like a proper canine!

A lioness she was indeed, but that didn't mean that she couldn't appreciate the speed and intensity of a canine when they hit their stride: it was incredible to feel every inch of the dingo filling her body and sliding back out with such ease, but more than that, the quickness that all of it dipped back into her and stuffed her to the satisfying brim...

...She was quietly grateful that her lips were still forced to taste his own...she didn't think she'd be able to sing high enough praises of her fellow researcher, even if she had the chance.

I had no idea how amazing you'd feel, Talia. I never would have imagined it...guess that's my loss.

Of course, the dingo was clinging to just enough reason to know that this kind of thing never would have happened without the presence of the ooze. Silently, he was appreciative of the unique, alien substance for giving him such a rare opportunity, but to his chagrin, it wasn't meant to last.

He didn't have the chance to declare to Talia that he was reaching his climax. Though she'd feel the weight of his knot throwing itself at her tender petals and spreading them wider, she'd never know the bliss of his hot, impressive volume filling her up.

The weight of his cock was imitated in each of their tailholes as Dusty trembled, becoming weaker with each thrust he expended. The ooze wasn't adding anything to his endurance, and for a canine, lasting as long as he had was already an exceptional feat.

It was more than Talia needed to get off, turning the throbbing length of ooze in her asshole into the most delightful, excessive benefit. She could only lay against the floor and take the force of both invading lengths, but not being able to move wasn't worthy of her consideration.

She'd been taken brutally by her coworker, all thanks to the influence of a creature that they still didn't understand...but it wasn't going to wait around for them to figure it out.

The slickness of Talia's natural arousal would have been more than enough to guide Dusty's knot into her passage, but the presence of the ooze within her helped the process along that much easier, so much that she only felt the extra pressure when the entirety of the thick bulge was settled within her clenching, quivering walls.

She was so eager for the heat of his seed that she was immediately envious of the substance for what it was able to do, wrapping around the tip of Dusty's cock and containing every drop that he would have offered to her.

I guess that's a fair price to pay for what you've done for us, but...I wanted it so bad...I needed it...

Panting into Dusty's muzzle and trying to see through the ooze to gaze up at his exhausted smile, Talia couldn't be denied the deep, internal throbs of his continuing orgasm, but the alien slime wouldn't leave them be until it had drained every drop that the dingo had stored.

She'd lost track of time since the ooze took her, but she could tell that entire minutes were passing as the pair gasped and panted against each other, exhausted by what they'd been forced to do.

The final present of the substance was unexpected, as it began seeping away from the pair of used up researchers; the mist of lust that clouded their judgment and eased their minds lingered around, even after their naked bodies were left alone, among the shattered glass and ruined control panels.

They didn't know an ounce of panic any longer...but there were plenty of other targets for the ooze to terrify.