Liquid Life Lesson - by Ame

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"Okay, yeah, no, yeah, I see. Sure. Right, yesss.. but still!" 

"No! No, 'but still's about it, it's HARDER to be a goo person. I know that's a contradiction in terms, or a paradox, or a pun, or whatever, but it IS HARD to be like me, Ame."

"It's pretty hard being a normal, solid person too, Garrusss, or have you forgotten? How long ago were you turned into this? Or were you always like this, I can never remember. I feel like I've heard a few different versions of your life story."

"It's a bit hazy to me, so I don't remember before I was so utterly wonderful, no."

"Heh, now he says he's wonderful," mutters Ame, crossing his arms, smirking.

All four blue arms flew up, some droplets flinging off of them - though their owner knew they'd creep back to him over time, even if he didn't control them into doing so. "No! I meant, I'm awesome, but it's hard being a slime. You can get sucked up into vacuums and fall through grates, and it's a CONSTANT effort to be more than just a puddle."

"Yeah, but a little mental wherewithal and you can do and be literally ANYTHING," Ame countered. "And you can do all kinds of spy stuff, like sneaking under doors or through vents, or drains."

Garrus interjected as Ame spoke, talking under the other snake: "Vents are gross - drains are SUPER gross."

Ame pressed on, drowning out the cobra, "Meanwhile, I can't even get rid of my coils as easily as someone like you could, on a crowded bus, or when the ground is gross."

"Oh don't YOU tell ME about gross floors! I soak up so much filth as I'm out and about. When I'm not paying attention, anyway."

"So PAY ATTENTION!" Ame snarled, throwing up his own hands now. His arms didn't stretch impossibly skyward in a show of cartoonish elasticity as his companions quartet of limbs had, though.

Ignoring him, Garrus went on, "I can kinda form thick-soled boots on the bottom of legs, when I notice a place is especially dirty, but it's not perfect, and it's a hassle."

"You know what's a hassle? Not being able to just self-purge the urban detritus sticking into my scutes! You can just shove all the junk out again," he said, jabbing a claw-tipped finger at - and into - Garrus' chest.

The digit sank halfway into the blue goo cobra's chest and stuck there. Ame had done it because he imagined Garrus would prove his point by flexing his amorphous mass in the way he knew the serpentine slime could do, to remove irritants.

Garrus seemed to ignore the finger, glaring at the reddish-brown python with the gold patches of scales all over him. He shook his head and spoke softly, "I would have thought you'd have understood. A fellow snake. I'm disappointed."

The non-fluid naga frowned and tried to dislodge his hand. Were his knuckles always that close to Garrus' scutes? He thought they were just having a frank and open discussion of ideas. A friendly argument.

He suddenly began to worry that he had taken things too far.

"I think you need to sssee what it's like, Ame," Garrus hissed, leaning closer to his friend, their snouts almost touching. The lengthy liquid latex lamia's chest lurched forward and enveloped Ame's offending finger and the hand it was anchored to. AND Ame's hand that had gripped the other hand to pull it free from the partial entrenching.

As soon as his hands were lodged in Garrus' chest, Ame could feel the thick, heavy fluid that was his friend's entire form clinging to them, and drawing them inward. Both his thick scaly arms sunk in deeper with every passing moment. They were hopelessly enmired, he knew it.

Just past the wide-hooded head, Ame could see somewhat through the wide curving cobra affectation. He saw Garrus' coils boiling, roiling, twisting and turning more like a raging rapid than any approximation of an actual elapid.

The blue goo was either really angry, or really excited, or both.

"I--!" Ame opened his mouth and only managed to get that single word out, because it was made up of a single letter. Everything after that was washed away and shoved back down Ame's throat by a tidal wave of rubber. Garrus had shoved his whole head forward, the shape of it vanishing into a torrent of rushing, flowing liquid that was diving perfectly into the python's maw.

The solid naga might have choked on Garrus' entry, if not for how no snake would ever choke on anything: this is how they ate things, after all, so the epiglottal breathing tube at the base of his mouth opened up and took in air. Garrus, a professional goo and considerate fellow snake, was purposefully leaving it free so Ame could breathe.

Lesser slime-beings might have lost their whole form when throwing gallon after gallon of themselves into another creature, but Garrus was experienced enough to keep solid elsewhere and do more than one thing. Morphing multitasking, his chest was still the bondage that had trapped Ame's arms, and Garrus' own arms had latched onto Ame's upper jaw with his upper pair of arms, hands gripping around the python's nostrils.

The lower pair had snapped out to hold Ame's lower jaw, keeping his big mouth stretched open, both sets of fingers melted into a thick band of ooze that adhered itself around Ame's chin and the floor of his mouth. Even the normal naga's poor tongue was bound in this heavy strap of goo.

Ame squirmed in place, but an inescapable swamp of goosnake had rushed overtop of all of his coils. He was stuck fast in what was basically a pond of blue glue. There was nothing to do but take his medicine.

A formerly fast flow of fluid had slowed on its way out of Garrus shoulders and into Ame's maw, but it continued at a decent pace, fat, neck-stretching globs of the cobra were force fed to the python. It looked as though a poorly defined, never-ending neck from one serpent was slithering in between the other's lips.

Moaning and spluttering could be heard coming from Amethystine, not to mention deep belly gurgling. Garrus' laugh overpowered those noises as his head returned, though; A new neck and head emerging from between his shoulder blades, smoothly shifting to take its rightful place between his shoulders - the flow of goo into Ame becoming a thick stream that flower out from the front of Garrus' neck, as if an infinite well laid between two scutes.

"You should have listened, dear friend.. I've been looking for a good excuse to do thisss to you for some time now. I love spreading myself to others so much, I really only needed the slightest bit of interest from you, or the right teaching moment to show you how things are like, for usss.."

One could not be sure if Garrus had said 'us' to refer slime-kind in general, of which he was certainly a part - or if it was a new 'us' that Ame would soon be part of.

The trapped serpent's eyes fixed on Garrus' - the shock and disorientation of his entrapment having worn off by now. The expression he wore now was one of challenge and slight spite. He seemed to be daring the cobra to do his worst. Or his best.

Frowning, Garrus made a particularly fat lump of his mass billow up out of his neck, and get shoved down into Ame's maw, the enormous thing compressing somewhat while Ame's natural stretchiness was put to the test as he was forced to accept it down his gullet.

Some manic glee returned to the latex being then, seeing the python stretch - perhaps a sign of his treatment taking effect already?

The cobra's endlessly flexible body slunk away from Amethystine's, the upright portion did below Garrus' chest, anyway. His the middle of his body - below the torso and above the soup of python-imprisoning mass - danced and swayed, new arms growing out and sensually rubbing the rest of the undulating body. Most of all, the new hands rubbed at a slit in his scutes.

"I love showing silly solids the power of slime - even if it IS to show you it's not easy to be me," he murmured and hissed in pleasure as he drew out his twin serpent shafts, who twisted and danced in the air as well, tasting the air, hissing and looking around. They explored their owner's hands as they took stock of the area.

"Once I fill your belly, your body will be primed to change.. I don't mind you digesting me a little bit to get me into your system all the quicker. Soaking in from the outside takes too long, but it can be sped up once the insides are properly.. basted."

With that, Garrus leaned his erstwhile midsection back up into Ame, smearing him with his mass. The cobra began to dance with the ever-goo-swallowing serpent, his 3rd set of hands smearing endless an supply of slime onto Ame's body, rubbing it in sensually.

A long, blue, tapering tail-tip crept up and out of the coil-filled swamp below, and casually jabbed itself into the solid snake's slit. Ame shuddered and groaned, his arms twisting and shaking within Garrus' chest.

For their part, the cobra's cocksnakes had extended out to drool copious amounts of further blue goo onto Ame's lower-but-still-upright areas. They reached around the back and Garrus moaned, feeling his members stretch and rub around Ame's sides as they poured with the strange solution.

The substance wasn't the normal constantly flowing fluid, or if it was, Garrus was controlling it to stick to the python and hang in place. One had to assume the outer layer was becoming a second skin for the flesh and blood victim, while an inner layer remained wet, and soaked in, suffusing ever cell with Garrus' influence.

Even the hands that held Ame's upper jaw began to leak and trickle as well, and his fluid form sought to enter Ame's nostrils, which lay under that particular pair of palms. The rest of his head began to be coated by still more mass seeping away from all four of the arms that clutched his jaws in their improvised goo-straps.

Ame's whole body started to heat up, an intense tingling along with an unbidden arousal. His body betrayed him, something within Garrus' fluid must have possessed a powerful aphrodisiacal quality, which he had begun to digest and which had been lanced directly into his vent.. aside from being all over his body everywhere else in the first place!

With all of Amethystine coated in blue, inside and out, Garrus finally pulled back, letting go of his prey, releasing the chest-held hands, withdrawing the long, thick remnants of the downward river of goo into Ame's throat. He pulled his tail-tip out of Ame's vent, which showed itself as having been deformed into a thick puddle that was soaking into the solid being's private innards. The puddle remained, but Ame's hemipenes took this chance to evert themselves, stained blue.

Garrus did away with his third set of arms and arched up high over Ame, as the last of the misshapen tendril was retracted from the python's throat and vanished into the cobra's neck.

For a moment, Ame stood still, his mouth naturally closing itself. His hand blindly groped around for something to hold onto, but only found the wet, viscous tail-tip of the cobra. Ame's fingers squeezed it while his eyes look blankly ahead. His tongue lolled out slowly, almost giving the impression he was going to just flick his tongue and shake off whatever gargantuan trick Garrus had been performing. 

But no.

Ame began to collapse backward.

Garrus spared no thought for keeping up appearances of solidity at this stage in corrupting his constrictor companion, so his dive forward was rather flowing, errant dribblings flung from his shifting form as he moved with impossible grace to catch the flopping python.


((This is where the picture moment is, if you hadn't noticed :}===< ))


Also lunging forward were Garrus' hungry serpentine members, trying to keep close to what they thought their next meal would be: Ame's dual cocks.

Thick soupy loops were around the spiral that Ame's form had tried to squeeze itself into, fat strands of disorganized Garrus-mass keeping things in control down there. By now, though, they could slink away, receding from the blue-coated brown & gold. The cobra's prey was utterly defeated, no more need for containment.

The deed was done.

Still, Garrus held his friend up, waiting for things to progress.

He glanced down to his snakeshafts, who were winding pleasantly around their 'new friends,' the python's pink, pulsing pair. "Oh, go ahead," he murmured to them. "Maybe that'll wake him up.. and that area could use more of a dose of me."

The cobra's twin reptilian rods seemed to smile all the more and greedily devoured the non-liquid serpent's cocks. Ame stirred, muttering something amid a moan.

"Inssside~" hissed Garrus, and his sex-snakes withdrew the throbbing, erect poles. One dutifully wrapped around one of Ame's malenesses, and held it still for the other, who flicked its tongue at the pre-leaking opening.

If one had been able to look close enough, they would have seen that the python's pre was tinged blue.

The chance to see such a telling chromatic clue as to Ame's condition was quickly lost, though, as the cutely exploring snakeshaft suddenly shoved itself down the urethra of the cock its twin was holding.

Ame squirmed and twisted, but still seemed to be passed out. It was reaching him, the sheer pleasure of the penetration; the rapture of the formerly impossible stretch his flesh now endured as if it was nothing.

The telling blue pre was now lost among the thick gouts of new blue goo that the cobra's cock was issuing into Ame's genitalia. The serpentine shaft that had wrapped around and steadied the python's penis now unwound and nudged the other, unoccupied erection. It flexed in an otherworldly way - although it may have been something it learned from its brother. With the opening widening, the gooey snakecock slamed itself in and began pumping just as much material into Ame as its other half.

Groaning, Ame finally woke up, writhing in Garrus' arms and coils. He panted, idly reaching toward his vent, wondering what felt so heavenly, never imagining that his cocks could be stuffed with snakes, nor that his body would be drinking so deeply of Garrus', of its own accord.

The python's form craved more and more of the slime, now. It had become addicted to it. It would consume so much of it, if it could, that it would be totally taken over by it.

As Ame moved, Garrus himself twisted around in the pleasure he shared with his victim. In so moving, there was a deep, disconcerting series of undulations within the python. Why where his insides moving?

They weren't really entirely his any longer, of course.

All too overwhelmed to ask the right question, the still groggy Amethystine held onto Garrus, who was lifting his prey up higher, stretching up on an ever-extending serpentine trunk.

"You caught me, Garrus? Why would you? After what I said? I'm sorry, you know. I didn't mean to upssset you," the blue-layered python said. His skin crawled, inside and out, and his mouth felt weird. And his head in general. And his vent... and ALL of him, actually.

"Why did I catch you? Well, for the same reason that I'm also sorry."

As he spoke, his cocksnakes withdrew.

"Oh..?" Ame murmured, missing the blissful presence of Garrus' little friends already.

"Yes, I'm sorry I had to catch you AND I did it, because.. you weren't going to fall far enough."

"Huh?"

Garrus let go, and Ame's body, which was held almost totally horizontally in a variety of viscous cobra-parts, was released, and plummeted quite a distance to the ground, where it splattered into an unrecognizable mess of reddish-brown and gold, and blue.

Relaxing, Garrus slunk back down to the ground, and re-welcomed all of him that had been stuffed into Ame.

"I know you can hear me down in there," Garrus said to the immobile pile of python-goo. Errant trickles ran down a nearby wall or two, thanks to gravity, but the somewhat serpentish outline on the ground in a heap was utterly inert. "I'd say we're about even now. Just use some of that 'mental wherewithal' you must have SO SO much of to pull yourself together into an immaculate and accurate snake body and then come find me so we can talk about how hard it is to be solid or not."

Ame was conscious, but entirely out of sorts - of course. He heard Garrus, somehow.. coming from vaguely above him.. it mostly seemed to be to his left, but there were lot of conflicting reports on that.. varying amounts of HOW far to the left, as well as other directions, thanks to the thick blobs of python around on the ground, giving him their own interpretation of where the blue being's voice was coming from. Even two parts of the same pile would sense things differently.

To make things that much harder, Garrus slithered himself heavily through the thickest, most centralized point of the mound of suddenly slimy snakeman, shoving and smearing it forward with his own perfectly re-solidified rubber body. He was good at being solid, at least when it came to rubber.

Thanks to the Ame-moisture, Garrus' scutes squirked on the floor as he wormed teasingly through his friend's predicament.

"Good luck. Maybe I'll see you in a few days."

Ame could say nothing, obviously. His frustration and regret fuelled one meagre little bubble to rise up from his shallow, splattered and smeared depths, which popped almost silently on his surface, long after Garrus was out of earshot.


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