A Bathtub Full of Sexiness (Illustrated)
You are at a party, you step into a bathroom and realize there's already someone in the tub. She's nude.. and she doesn't mind you being there. - A simple miniature scene description written on the spot upon seeing a particular piece of liquidshifting art.
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A Bathtub Full of Sexiness - by Amethystine
~A mini-scene story for Razor and his always awesome amorphous art in general, but written immediately upon seeing this picture in particular: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7125564/
One could never imagine that filling a bathtub could be so sexy.
You had walked into the bathroom and stumbled upon a strange, sensual sight. There was a ravishing red vixen in the bathtub, and her lower legs had already begun to melt, forming a pool of warm, living, cherry-coloured slime across part of the bottom of the tub's basin. Her head was turned away, hey eyes cast downward, watching herself slowly soften and sink downwards. The lower halves of her legs were already gone as you had entered.
Surely she knew you were there, you were only a few feet away, and the force of the wind from door you had just breezed through had even made her hair flicker in its last moments before also beginning to seemingly dampen and droop, dripping with its own oozing mass.
You could remember meeting her earlier.. her name was Sarina, you think. She had been fully clothed and quite solid in form, then. Although, she had seemed shy as she mingled around with the other people at Razor's little end of the year get together. While you watched her body wilting and weakening to the point of wateriness, her will seemed all the more strong, and seductive.
Of course, there had been a submissive tilt to the scene as you sat there, dumbstruck at the beautiful girl's goo-ification. She HAD to know you were there, and yet she continued, allowing you to watch, not telling you to get out. She took no notice of your arrival, lifting a deforming hand from the back edge of the tub and adjusting what was left of her stance, you saw her other hand melting into the thigh it laid against as the lifted hand moved gracefully through the air.. her other leg lifting out of the liquid, part of the back of her lower leg reforming from the run-off that had been bits of her body. With that movement, she had subtly demonstrated her abilities, bringing a portion of herself back from the mound of melted mass before letting herself continue to sink.
Transfixed at that point, you had gawked at the gorgeous girl as she descended to a point where her form was gone just below her hips. The slender tendrils that had been her arms lifted over her head as she arched her back in a display of her own delight at the sensation of slime-ification. Her hands had been melted away while they rested on her dissolving legs, and as she held her still shrinking arms up and behind her head in a classically erotic pose, her eyes closed, you became ever more convinced that she was both aware of your presence, and sought to draw you to her and the gradually filling tub.
A dull 'plop' above the other tiny splashes, drips and drops had made you take note of the small golden hoop that sat flat on the fox's fluid in the pool. It had soon been sucked down, sinking into her and disappearing. It had taken you a moment to realize it had been one of her earrings. It had been a perfect circle, with none of the traditional signs of an earring's clasps or needle-like attachments. You had realized that the female, obviously a liquid shifter by that point, could simply place golden rings against her flesh and have her form around them, inducting them into place on a whim, no piercing puncture or healing for holes needed.
As you had puzzled this out, you saw another of her shiny pieces of jewelry dragging a large glob of her gooey ear downward before breaking away due to its weight. The tips of her ears dripped constantly as they hung low as well, melding with the head of hair, which in turn, was also melded with her slowly softening shoulders, many of her fabulous features deforming and sinking into one another, while somehow retaining her beauty throughout.
Sighing with a slight gurgle, Sarina had stroked over her rapidly melting and sinking body, rippling her form during its last moments in an extreme sort of blissful belly dance, the last of her arms sliding in and out of her belly and bust. The tantalizing girl's trunk had succumbed to the slick, sinful looking slime while the pool expanded, filling more of the tub. You had come to realize that the body of a shifter had to be rather dense, as when it liquified into a more viscous state, it spread out enormously, creating a vast, tempting tubful.
Her eyes had stayed shut as she danced through her devilishly arousing routine, and you had shuffled forward mindlessly, keeping the last of her vaguely solid form in view. Her head had hovered over the huge melted mass, a rounded blob barely standing out from the female fluid. A pair of pleasant eyes had suddenly peered back out at you, re-formed and re-opened, standing out on the last of the slinking, sinking slime. She had winked at you, then, before her head collapsed in an instant. You had blinked and nearly missed a quick flash of something in the shape of a cartoonish heart in the midst of the melty implosion.
And so, you now sit, staring at a bathtub full of sexiness.
You idly wonder if the cherry vixen meant to tease or to tempt, or was actually allowing you to enter into the erotic expanse of the expanded mass she made, in her melted, fluid form. Your heart pounds and you wish for a sign.
Just then, a slender hand arises smoothly from the slime, slithering outward from the ooze. It forms fluidly (of course) before bending around backwards, the back of the paw hiding its palm from you. All but one finger folds down, and the last digit curls. It curls a few times. You suddenly see the sultry symbolism through the surreal: She's giving you the 'come hither' hand gesture! The arm angles away and begins to melt away again, sliding diagonally down, curling its index finger repeatedly telling you to come in, to join her.
Your hands are already tugging at your too-tight clothes.
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