Gooey Origins and Scholarly Adventures

A Story By: G'lek

Commissioned By: Varien (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/varien/)

Guru sighed as he carefully stepped over a fallen tree. For some odd reason, he'd felt an usual desire to be outside and among nature on this particular day. The Roo made his way through the forest, looking around at the trees, undergrowth, and the spots of light and dark cast by the leaves far overhead. It was peaceful and idyllic.

The Roo was wearing simple clothing, appropriate for someone of his status in the world. A rough cloth tunic and some britches, cut short to give his powerful legs room to move in. He was a farmer, like his father before him, working the land for the local thane. He paid his tithe every month, as was his duty to the king, and never really complained about anything.

He lived alone on his farm at the edge of the village. He'd never found a woman, or man for that matter, he really felt attached to. Given his distance from the village, he rarely socialized or had visitors. True, it was lonely, but he liked the peace and quiet. The solitude and the satisfaction of a hard days work.

Not more then a dozen meters away from where Guru was walking, lost in his thoughts, something slide through the undergrowth, stalking the Roo. It was silent, not causing a rustle or a stir in the plants and fallen leaves that covered the ground. The mysterious being moved closer, driven by instinct and a primal intelligence, by the need for a host to sustain it.

It closed the distance rapidly, lashing out a gooey tendril to catch Guru's leg. The Roo looked down, not all that alarmed. He thought he'd simply snagged his leg on some vine or something. When he saw the purplish appendage coiled around his ankle, he deadpanned. His mind simply couldn't understand what was happening, or what was coiled around his leg. As such, he didn't move quickly enough to free himself.

The semi-sentient mass of goo began to crawl up the Roo's leg, holding the limb firmly to the ground to prevent him from escaping. By that time, Guru realized what was going on and began to struggle, crying out for help as he yanked on his leg. It was a futile effort as the goo had attached to his other leg by now, binding him firmly to itself.

Already, there was a tingling feeling building inside the Roo's leg, starting on the surface and slowly seeping deeper. Through the semi-translucent mass of purple goo, Guru could see his leg starting to blend with the stuff, turning the same color and vanishing. He began to panic, struggling harder. Foolishly, he tried to to attack the goo that was crawling up his body.

His fist landed with a wet squelch against the purple goo and almost got stuck. When he pulled it back, he drew a long, thick strand of the stuff along. That strand seemed to come alive with a life of it's own, thickening and shooting forward for his head. Guru tried to avoid it, but the thing was lightning quick. It latched onto his face and forced his jaws open, sliding down his throat effortlessly.

The Roo coughed and gagged as the goo forced its way down his throat and into his belly. The cool tingling sensation was starting in his gut, the precursor to what was to come. The goo around his legs had climbed up to his hips and was rippling around him, the tingling following it wherever it went. Guru's eyes went wide as he felt the goo press against his tailhole before slipping a thin tendril inside. Slowly, that tendril thickened, spreading him and allowing even more goo to flow into his body.

Guru's struggles were growing weaker and weaker as time went on and the goo invaded his body more and more. The cool tingling was spreading through his entire body, sending shivers up and down his spine. The poor Roo's belly was beginning to distend from the amount of goo that had entered him and there was still more coming. The goo had crawled up past his hips and was working its way up his body, determined to engulf its prey.

Time seemed to both slow down and speed up at the same time. Guru slipped into a strange limbo in which he was aware of nothing and yet, everything. When he finally came back, he was lying on the ground and the goo was nowhere to be seen. Groaning, he rolled over and put his hands on the ground to push himself up. That's when he froze.

His hands were purple and fairly transparent, just like the goo that had attacked him. Little strands of the goop dripped off him, falling to the ground only to make their way back to his body on their own. Slowly, the goo Roo pushed himself into a sitting position, looking down at his body. He'd been turned to goo from tail to snout, oozing, dripping, purplish goo.

The first thing in Guru's mind was to reach his hands down between his legs and check that he was still a man. Sure enough, everything seemed to be in place, if slimy and dripping goo. More then that, as he touched his own shaft in curiosity, it seemed he'd become incredibly sensitive. The feelings that shot through his body as his hand brushed his shaft were nothing short of amazing.

Barely thinking about it, the Roo wrapped his paw around his shaft and began to stroke. Almost immediately, his head leaned back. The rush of pleasure was intense, sending spasms through his body as he moaned. His body lay itself down on the ground, his gooey shaft standing straight up in the air as he stroked it slowly and gently. Anything more was so intense it was almost painful. Over the next for moments, the now gooey Guru lost himself to the pleasure.

His hand began to move faster on its own accord, instinct beginning to drive him forward. His thinking, reasoning mind shut down under the pleasure, leaving the feral, lustful mind to enjoy the pleasure radiating outward from his shaft. Faster and faster his hand moved, sending his mind ever higher into bliss. His body jerked and shuddered at the intense feelings, legs kicking out with each stroke of his paw.

The poor Roo didn't last long. It was only minutes of this treatment before his hips jerked and thrust on their own accord, his shaft throbbing as it fired jet after jet of thick purple goo into the air. The goo splattered back to the ground, landing on everything and making a decent mess. Just like the strands of goo that fell off him, it made its way back to his body and was reabsorbed into him. By the time it was done, all that was left was a panting Goo Roo.

A grin came to Guru's muzzle as his thinking mind came back from the void. If this was what it felt like to paw off, imagine what it would feel like to have actual sex with another creature. The pleasure would be indescribable. With that thought on his mind, Guru forced himself up and began making his way back to his village.

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Varien grumbled to himself as his horse made its way to the small village in the middle of nowhere. He'd been hired by the local thane to deal with a "monster" that was plaguing the village. According to the local population, the creature struck at night, stealing into people's homes and raping them before fleeing into the forest.

The Caracal snorted to himself. There was probably no monster at work, just some stupid peasant who was causing trouble. Either way, the Desert Lynx would make short work of him. After all, he was being paid a handsome sum for his troubles. Seems the beast had already claimed the life of a farmer who lived on the edge of the village. Poor sod had vanished on day and was never heard from again. It was shortly after that when the beast was first sighted.

Varien looked back at his custom-built weapon. It was a cross-breed of a lance and a battle axe. Long and tipped, but the blade also ran down the side, allowing the weapon to be used for hacking and slashing rather then just jabbing. The cool, light blue steel glinted in the afternoon sun. The Caracal grinned. That weapon had seen much use, and before the week was out, it'd see even more.

Varien was not what one would call violent or inclined to cruelty. In fact, he wasn't all that much of a warrior. He preferred to study the world and the things in it. Sadly, such scholarly interests didn't pay for room and food, so he'd been forced to find other ways to make ends me. He'd taken up the role of a mercenary, though in truth his "combat experience" came from books and studying others fight. That reason alone was what won him most of his fights. His ability to study and adapt to his opponents fighting style.

At long last, the village came into view. Varien breathed a sigh of relief. Travelling was long and tiring, even by horse, and he'd been on the road for several days now. He was looking forward to a good meal at the local inn followed by a proper room and bed to spend the night. Part of his payment was free room and board, so he wasn't concerned with having to pay for that. For a moment, a thought flashed through his head about seeing what the local herbalist had in terms of mentha, or mint, plants but he shoved it aside. He needed to be clear headed the next day if he was going to hunt this "monster".

The villagers all oogled Varien from the time he arrived until the time he left to hunt the "monster" plaguing them. Most of them had never seen a soldier before, let alone a warrior like him. He ignored them all, dealing only with those he needed to in order to get his food and bed sorted out. That night, he went to sleep early, planning to get an early start the next morning.

Deep in the night, however, when all the village was asleep, Varien snapped awake. Something had woken the warrior. He looked around the room. Nothing seemed off or wrong, but Varien's gut was screaming that there was something else in the room with him. The Caracal got up and grabbed his knife from under his pillow. He looked around the room, peering into the darkest corners for any sign of an intruder. Stepping forward, he froze as his foot landed on something squishy and slimy.

Slowly, Varien looked down at the ground. In the dim moon light he could see a strange purple substance coating the floor of his room. He lifted his foot and the goo seemed to cling to it, forming long strands connecting him to the floorboards. He put his foot back down, intending to move to the night stand to light the lamp and figure out where the goo had come from. When he went to lift his other foot, however, it refused to budge. Grunting, Varien looked down at his other foot as he yanked on it. What he saw caused him to pause.

The goo seemed to be climbing up his leg and holding him against the ground. Alarmed, the Caracal reached down to pull on his leg. With his attention focused on his foot and leg, he didn't notice the goo rising up in front of him and taking physical form. After a few moments of yanking, Varien gave up and moved to stand up and call for help. As he turned back around, a pair of gooey hands grabbed his head and yanked it forward.

Varien yelped in surprise and that was all Guru needed to stuff his shaft into the Caracal's mouth. He pushed in until the head of his length bumped against the back of Varien's throat, causing the desert lynx to gag. The Goo Roo looked down, murring as Varien looked up at the same time. Varien's eyes went wide as he finally got a good view of his captor. The villages hadn't been lying when they'd said there was a monster attacking the village at night.

Slowly, Guru began to pull his shaft back, giving Varien some breathing room. It was short lived as the Roo slammed back in, his tapered tip pushing on the entrance to Varien's throat, demanding entrance. Varien's hands flew up to press against the Goo's hips, trying to push himself off that shaft. To his great surprise, his hand sunk into the Goo's body and got stuck there, trapping his face against Guru's groin.

With his prey immobilized, Guru began to get down to work, pulling out of Varien's mouth until only his tip remained inside and then he shoved back in. Each thrust rammed against the back of Varien's throat, the tight ring of muscle so inviting and getting weaker each time. Varien had been struggling initially, but now he had stopped, biding his time as he realized there was no getting out of this situation.

Without warning, Guru groaned and slammed his shaft into Varien's mouth with more force then any time before. That tapered tip slipped into his throat, causing Varien's eyes to fly open wide as he gagged and coughed. Guru, however, moaned in pleasure as the Caracal's tight throat massaged his length with each swallow, sending spikes of pleasure rushing throughout his body. In fact, that tight throat was probably the tightest Guru had ever had the pleasure of fucking, and it showed as his shaft throbbed dangerously already.

Varien was struggling once more as his throat was violated by the Goo Roo. It was far from pleasant and worse, it had cut of his ability to breath. His chest was starting to feel tight and he struggled harder until the goo creature got the idea and pulled out of his throat. Varien gasped and panted with the few moments he got before Guru shoved back in.

The cycle began, Guru shoving into Varien's throat and gently humped the Caracal's face until Varien began to struggle desperately for air, at which point he pulled out and gave Varien a chance to breath. The cycle would then repeat. And repeat. And repeat. It continued until, suddenly, while Varien was taking a breath, Guru shoved back in and bucked his hips hard and fast.

Varien choked as Guru gave him a proper face-fucking, trying to push himself away from the goo until Guru's hands grabbed the Caracal's head and shoved him balls-deep onto that shaft. Varien's eyes went wide again as that shaft throbbed in his throat and then exploded into him. Thick blasts of goo shot into Varien's throat and he was forced to swallow whether he liked it or not. His stomach began to grow heavy until Guru finally came down from his high.

Guru pulled the Caracal off his shaft, leaving a healthy mouthful of goo behind as he did. Varien immediately went to call for help, but the goo stuck in his mouth, forming a solid plug that prevented him from doing anything but breathing through his nose. Guru chuckled, patting Varien on the head. "Good kitty," He whispered, shoving Varien backwards onto the bed.

Varien tried to struggle as he was pushed onto his back on the bed, but the Roo lay down on top of him, holding his arms down. The Caracal froze as he felt that tapered shaft nudge at his rear. It seemed to come alive, wiggling and squirming to push Varien's under-armour aside, revealing the desert lynx's tight tailhole. His mouth moved as if saying "no" but Guru just grinned. "Oh yessssss!"

Slowly, Guru pushed his hips forward, sinking his tapered shaft into Varien's ass without mercy or remorse. Varien managed to groan out past the goo plug blocking his mouth as his tight tailhole was slowly stretched wider the deeper that shaft was pushed.

Guru was in heaven. That tailhole was just like the throat he'd just fucked. Incredibly tight and pleasurable. The Roo felt his hips beginning to move without his control, just like his hand that first day. His hips pulled back and then rammed back in, shoving that shaft in almost to the hilt. Varien's jaws opened wide as he tried to shout in surprise and a bit of pain at being stretched so wide so quickly. Very quickly, Guru worked up a fast and hard pace, slamming his hips into Varien's ass over and over again.

Varien looked down and blushed as he spotted his own shaft bulging inside his armour. The constant pounding against his prostate had made him hard, much to his embarrassment. Guru had spotted the offending bulge and began to work his goo through Varien's armour, encasing the Caracarl's shaft in warm, slick goo. Varien tried to hold back a moan, but it was impossible. That goo just felt so good against his shaft.

Guru grinned as he noticed Varien's attempt to moan. He worked his goo up and down Varien's shaft, the rest of his goo slowly undoing the Caracal's armour to let that shaft come free. The entire time, he kept up his relentless pounding of Varien's tight tailhole. Varien was squirming under the Goo Roo as he was fucked.

Once Guru had undone the armour and deposited a healthy amount of goo on Varien's shaft, he straightened up. Varien noticed and tried to get up to fight back, despite his pleasured state. When he tried, he found his hands stuck to the bed with hardened goo. His dismay was quickly buried as the goo around his shaft began to ripple and stoke him, sending shivers up his spine.

If someone had looked on them at that moment, they would have saw a Caracal warrior squirming and trying to moan as he was taken by a purple, see-through Roo, the same purple substance coating the ground and dripping off the Roo. Neither party would have looked like they were going to last much longer, and that observation wasn't far from the truth.

Varien's prostate was taking quite a pounding from Guru, and it was showing as his shaft began to throb with each beat of his heart. Guru himself had his head back, doing his best to stifle his moans to avoid waking up anyone. There was a wet slap coming from the pair with each thrust as Guru hilted himself time and time again in the Caracal's tight tailhole.

Without warning, Varien was pushed over the edge. His eyes flew open and he arched his back, his shaft throbbing widely. His hips jerked once, twice, and on the third time, he spilled his seed into the goo encasing his shaft. Once he was done, he flopped onto the bed, exhausted.

Guru wasn't far behind, his hips jerking widely as he began to lose control. His thrusts lost their rhythm as he fought for release, and after a few more moments, he found it. He shoved himself in until his hips met Varien's ass snugly, hilting him completely. Guru groaned and then loosed his gooey seed into Varien's ass.

Varien squirmed and wiggled as he felt his ass filling up with thick goo. His already heavy stomach got even heavier, his belly distending slightly from the sheer volume of goo being pumped into him. With a satisfied grunt, Guru finally finished, shooting his last few splashes of seed into Varien and then pulling out. He chuckled as he looked at his own handiwork.

Guru leaned down to whisper to Varien. "I'd suggest you leave town tomorrow unless you want to have another visit from me. I never mind making return visits." Varien shuddered, not wanting to go another round with this creature. He was a scholar at heart, not a warrior, and this creature was clearly beyond his somewhat basic skills. Quickly, the Caracal nodded.

Guru stood up, pulling out of Varien's ass and watching the thick strands of goo leaking out of that abused tailhole. Nodding, he began to lose his shape. "Good. Sleep tight..." Suddenly, Varien would feel extremely tired as the goo inside him worked its magic, slowly putting him to sleep.

The sun on his face work Varien the next morning. He blinked, looking around. For a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief thinking it had all been a dream. Then he noticed his state of undress. The Caracal shuddered as the memories rushed back. He quickly got his armour back on and brushed himself off.

Varien quickly packed up his belongings, as few as they were, and made his way into the inn proper. After a hurried breakfast, he saddled his horse and left the village. In the back of his mind, he had a niggling thought that he'd be back to this village in the future. He wanted to study that creature and, deep down, he had to admit to himself that the previous night hadn't been all that unpleasant. A grin formed on his mouth as he nodded. He'd be back, and next time he'd be prepared.