Romeo and Goo-liet
#2 of Goo Symbiote Saga
Goo Symbiote Saga
Romeo and Goo-liet
By Von Krieger
The surprised shrieks and panicked cries coming from the class room had quickly transformed into soft, wet, burbling sounds, muted cries of pleasure, and some not so muted cries of pleasure. What had meant to be a study of biology was still such, but in this case the students were far more interested in studying each others' biology, as well as getting a first hands on look at a para-symbiotic species, as well as first hand experience in egg laying.
The instigators of the sudden outbreak of spontaneous gelatinous symbiosis and the resulted rapid pregnancy and oviposition that had several members of the football team passed out and unconscious over the sudden perceived blow to their manliness. After all, not only were they pregnant, but laying eggs as well.
But over all, most seemed to be rather enjoying it, and rather then sit back and enjoys the fruits of their labours, the first two hosts of the goo symbiotes snuck from the classroom, intent on making more. D, the furred dragon, and Billy, the kobold, darted quickly down the hall. The goo that now made up their bodies had eaten their clothes some time before, and neither had the concentration to use the stuff to take the shape of clothing.
"Man, that was fun." Billy said with a grin, "The looks on their faces when the eggs hatched."
D blushed, the tan-blue of his face gaining a purplish tone, "I dunno, I think I like the hands on method more."
The kobold sighed, "Well, I wouldn't know about that! And it's not like you're an expert in putting eggs in others with that thing, you've only done it with me!"
D shrugged, "Well, maybe we ought to go and get more experience? We'd be doing people a favour after all." the dragon said as he began to stroke his belly, rounded by the presence of eggs and goo.
"Well, yeah, I can't believe how mmm... how g... mmm.... how great this feels." Billy added, stroking something else, "Oooh, I feel more eggs coming out."
"Dammit," D muttered, "I told you not to touch it!"
"Well, I can't help it!" Billy pouted.
The dragon grabbed his partner in crime by the offending organ and dragged him off into the nearest men's room.
-o-
Pulsar paced back and forth, the feathered crest atop his head standing upright with nervousness and agitation. He tried to coax it down, and failing that, securing it beneath his hat. But neither did any good. He sighed loudly and looked up at the balcony nearby.
"Come on, Fortune, I need to get this done!" he shouted, his fox-squirrel friend was supposed to help him with his lines from the upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet, with Pulsar having landed the male lead.
"No!" called Fortune, from behind the scenes on the elevated platform behind the balcony.
"Why not?" Pulsar called, the rate of his nervous pacing increasing.
"Because someone could walk in any time!" the equally nervous fox-squirrel called back.
"So? It's not like they're going to recognize you!"
"There aren't any other yellow and black fox-squirrels on campus, come to think of it, I don't think there are any other fox-squirrels on campus, period!"
"Oh come on!"
"I still don't see why I have to wear the dress." Fortune complained.
"I need this to be as close to the real thing as possible. I just can't have you up there reading the lines!"
"You can't see the room without your glasses, so why did you say I had to wear the dress?"
"I never said you had to wear the dress! I just said you had to wear something the same color! It was your idea to wear the dress!"
Fortune sighed and stepped out onto the balcony, "Well, put your glasses on and tell me how I look in it, anyway."
Nothing but silence came from below.
"Pulsar?" the fox-squirrel repeated, leaning over the edge of the balcony and peering down into the theatre, looking for his bright red friend.
-o-
Pulsar was rather puzzled, as he found himself in a rather strange predicament. Not only had he fallen through one of the trap door in the stage, not only was he hanging upside down with his pants around his ankles, and not only was his red and black shaft being stroked, but he had a rather strange, cool, somewhat minty tasting substance wriggling around inside his mouth.
The pressure of his weight and the pushing of his bunched up pants was too much for his slip on, costume department buckled shoes to take. He plunged to the floor, or would have if something soft and squishy hadn't been beneath him.
Pulsar sat up, finding himself on the rather round tummy of a bluish dragon with a tremendous erection.
"Dreadfully sorry," he said with a giggle, "I didn't mean to get the drop on you."
Feeling a little bit strange in the head, he began to chuckle at his own pun.
"Well, I can think of a little something that you could do to make it up to me." D purred, coaxing the drugged cardinal off of his belly and onto the floor.
Pulsar gasped as D's cool body was suddenly atop his own. Usually he wasn't so open to something like this, but it wasn't like he hadn't ever thought about something of the like before. He'd hoped to snap a few pictures of Fortune in the Juliet dress for his own entertainment later, since the lithe fox-squirrel did look so very cute, and would be even cuter in girl's clothes.
He moaned softly as something cool and slippery slid into his rear, something similar wrapping around his member, engulfing it. It was like a cool, thick fluid, gripping him, but at the same time mobile, pliable, allowing him to thrust into its soft depths. He looked down, finding the dragon's tail half turned to a sort of liquid, Pulsar' member somehow embedded in the stuff.
"Umm... just don't make a mess of the shirt, okay?" he asked, eyes half lidded, gasping with arousal and need, "It's dry clean only."
The cardinal felt something in the goo-dragon's cock, something pressing up against him, something that had no business being able to fit.
But it did, and then dry cleaning was only the least of his problems.
-o-
"You look cute." Billy said with a smile, admiring Fortune's pink-clad rump as the fox-squirrel bent over the edge of the balcony.
Fortune spun upon hearing the familiar voice, his eyes wide. "Billy!" he scolded, "Don't sneak up on me like..."
The admonishment ceased as Fortune looked over his boyfriend's altered body. It was translucent, a bit bluer than the last time the fox-squirrel had laid eyes upon him. In addition there was a rather strange roundness in the kobold's middle, a thickness to the legs, and a thickness to... something else that wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Fortune couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight, "Is... that for me?" he asked, blushing.
"Oh yeah." Billy said with a wide grin, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Fortune's waist, pulling the fox-squirrel against him.
"You look... different..." Fortune whispered, resting his head on Billy's shoulder, "Want to tell me what happened?"
"I'd rather show you, it's not painful, it feels a bit weird at first, and there's the whole egg laying thing, but I don't think that'll be a problem for you." he said with a chuckle.
Indeed there was not, at the mention of eggs, the faint stirring beneath the skirt upon seeing a sleek, sexy, naked kobold accelerated to quickly reach critical mass. Fortune's blush deepened as his lover reached down to stroke the bulge beneath his dress.
"I thought you'd like that." Billy said with a chuckle, giving Fortune's cheek a playful lick with his long tongue.
"Oh geez..." Fortune whispered, trying to pull away, "C'mon, not here, not in the theater, and definitely not in this dress!"
"Why not?" Billy asked, the disappointment evident in his voice, "You look really good in the dress."
Fortune smiled at the words, though his blush continued to deepen, "Really?"
Billy nodded and let the fox-squirrel go, allowing Fortune to turn slowly, showing off the dress. The fox-squirrel's gaze, however, remained on Billy's member, which began to leak at the sight of Fortune's little show.
"Is... is that normal?" Fortune asked, pointing at the thick stream of blue goo leaking from the tip of Billy's shaft.
The kobold laughed, "It is now."
The fox-squirrel reached out and gave Billy's belly a poke, his finger sinking in, the goo giving the finger a soft suck that made Fortune blush even more.
"Better stop that before you end up redder than Romeo down there." Billy teased.
"Oh geez!" Fortune said, and tried to pull Billy back stage, where the large, dripping kobold erection wouldn't be seen.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I think D has him occupied at the moment. And besides, I think it would be fun to be caught."
The fox-squirrel couldn't help himself, he dropped to his knees and tentatively licked at the blue goo that leaked from his boyfriend. Billy gave a soft moan of pleasure as Fortune's tongue traced over his ovipositor and Fortune gave a similar soft moan as the tasty goo slid down his throat.
"I think I ought to plug this up before the rest of you leaks out." Fortune said with a grin, his blush beginning to fade. Once a kobold got an idea into his head, it was best just to go along with it. The texture of Billy's cock was different, softer, smoother, quite interesting. It was also strangely soft, even when erect. But quite fun, easily allowing the length to fit into Fortune's mouth.
The blue goo was almost intoxicating, the flavor and texture making Fortune crave more, the coolness settling into his belly. Billy reached down, gently gripping the fox-squirrel's ears, gently rubbing the lightly furred backs with his thumbs.
"Oooh..." Billy moaned, "I like that, but do you know what I'm going to like even more?"
Fortune shook his head, his eyes closed, all that mattered to him suckling on the sweet organ in his mouth.
The grip on the fox-squirrel's ears tightened to a playful tug, "This!" Billy said, beginning to expel the egg from his belly.
The fox-squirrel's eyes shot open as he felt something large and solid press up against his muzzle. He whimpered softly, thinking the object too large to fit, but he was suddenly distracted by a pair of hands pulling up his dress, tugging up his tail and... removing the pink silk panties that he had that matched the dress.
"Mine wasn't much fun." D said with a sigh, "He seemed to have a bit of a problem with the thought of an egg going into a bird. Quite a shame, I always thought it was a rather egg-celent feeling."
Billy rolled his eyes and moaned softly, "Mmm... I don't think Fortune minds sharing the experience. What do you think, cutie? The more eggs, the merrier?"
The fox-squirrel nodded, his eyes narrowing as he wondered where exactly the egg that had been pushing its way into his muzzle the moment before had gone. He felt a strange new weight in his belly, but there was no way that the hard shelled egg could have made its way past his jaws and down his throat so easily. It just wasn't possible.
Thoughts of what was and was not possible left the fox-squirrel's mind as D's thick, plentiful ovipositor slipping inside him, complete with its own supply of thick, cool goo.
Fortune felt the bodice of his dress beginning to grow tight as more and more goo flowed into him. He moaned softly, sandwiched between a pair of goo-dripping ovipositors. He felt eggs being pushed into him from both ends; D's large, soft eggs, and Billy's smaller, more solid ones.
The dress began to feel uncomfortably tight as the eggs entered him, but the coolness of the goo seemed to be spreading, and that made things feel a bit looser. The large and small eggs seemed to meet in his middle, causing a powerful sensation that made Fortune shiver, his muscles tensing.
He felt himself erupt with climax, his seed dribbling down the dress in thick, white rivulets, but the flow didn't decrease. Though he couldn't see, each gush of cum was slightly more blue than the last, until a final gush of blue goo left Fortune's enlarged ovipositor.
Still gripping the two members tightly, coaxing more goo from his lovers, Fortune felt the stuff consume him, alter him, transform him to better carry and spread the gift.
Knowing the fondness Billy had for the dress, the goo symbiote left most of it alone, eating only the bits that would be uncomfortably tight, mostly the bodice strings. Fortune was now very fluid, his body able to shape itself at his will, but there was one aspect none of the goo-filled could change, their rounded bellies, where the bulk of the goo, and all of the eggs laid.
Fortune felt his belly swell deliciously, soft, sensitive roundness making him purr. His legs grew thicker, more muscular, the goo solidifying into crystalline bones and thickening in places to become muscle, making the goo-host's increased weight easier to move.
The fox-squirrel's tail thickened as well, a hefty weight to balance the bulk of his belly.
Billy tried to withdraw his ovipositor, but he was stopped by Fortune's soft growl, he wasn't going to relinquish his prize just yet.
"I..." Billy gasped as Fortune renewed his interest, "I think we've made a monster."
D winced and cried out as Fortune put his new fluid form and flexibility to use, milking and caressing the furred dragon's massive length.
"Th... this was your idea!" D groaned.
"W-well I certainly wasn't all horny like this when I started laying eggs!" Billy protested.
Sandwiched between them, his new ovipositor leaking slime, preparing for its first egg, Fortune grinned, looking forward to a future with his goo-symbiote, he was already making a list of people to give his eggs to.
It was a very long list.
-o-
Pulsar peeked out from behind the curtain, watching the trio. He didn't particularly want to join in. Truth be told he found watching just as much, if not more fun.
He'd awoken and found himself a bit different, but it didn't really matter. It felt nice, and the huge egg going inside him hadn't hurt him or anything. Though if he was going to play Romeo, he was going to have to get a new shirt, since his egg-filled tummy hung out of this one.
But that wasn't a problem right now, there was something sexy to watch not too far away, and what did it matter if he was leaking bright red goo and red and black speckled eggs instead of the thick, white goo of a somewhat similar nature.
Besides, the cast of Phantom of the Opera would be here to rehearse in about an hour or so, and the red eggs blended well with the red curtains.
Pulsar giggled, at this rate the angel of music would be more like...
He began to laugh, looking at a handful of red goo.
"More like an angel of mucus." he snickered.