LRAB 7.18 – Gooey Transmutation III
7.18 – Gooey Transmutation III
7.18 – Gooey Transmutation III
Zoey didn't have time to properly brace herself for the idea—to come to terms with the fact that Delta was going to fuck her with her foot.
Eager as ever, the foxgirl wiggled her heel into Zoey's cocktip, then stomped down. Zoey's cock buried into the gooey purple substance in one long, clean thrust. The texture of Delta's gooey body squeezing her cock as she plunged all fourteen inches inside was close to divine. It felt, as Zoey had experienced before, way better than it should. As if Zoey were penetrating an actual bumpy hole, not dissimilar from that toy she'd shared with Maddy. The pressure of Delta's goo clamping around her, hugging and releasing, warm and clingy, was simply unmatched.
"Fuck," Zoey groaned into Rosalie's pussy, the word muffled but her intent obvious. Her hips bucked in automatic reflex. Delta nearly fell over—because, right, she was balancing on one leg to make this happen, the other being used as a hole.
"Easy, girl," Delta laughed. "You like that, I take it?" Her foot traveled back up, the insides of her leg tightly gripping Zoey as it went, before she stomped down again, taking Zoey to the base—her toes slapping into her lower stomach with enough force to make a wet smacking noise.
Zoey groaned again, louder, in answer.
"That's a yes. You know, I did kinda figure you'd be a girl that likes getting stepped on."
With Rosalie's pussy smothering her, she couldn't much have argued the point. That this wasn't really being stepped on, by any typical meaning of the phrase. But maybe she wouldn't have argued anyway. Not while Delta was giving her such a wonderful experience. It was novel, lewd, and definitely a bit strange, the way she watched her cock disappear into her girlfriend's leg, all the way up her calf—but more importantly, it felt incredible.
Working into a rhythm, Delta fucked her in one of the oddest ways yet, her toes and foot slapping down into her lower half with loud squelches. Zoey thrust up to meet her, her bucking hips destabilizing the other girl and making it hard for her to keep her balance.
In the meantime, Rosalie was starting to shudder with Zoey's efforts—and, since Zoey was running a little low on oxygen, having not come up for air once yet—she redoubled her efforts. She gripped Rosalie's hips, holding her in place as she devoured the girl, tongue working in and out as enthusiastically as she ever had before.
With that kind of focus, Rosalie didn't stand a chance. Her thighs clamped down on either side of Zoey's head, and, back arching, she came with a loud cry. She shuddered and trembled atop Zoey's face, and Zoey didn't let up, licking her through her orgasm, until the girl's thighs finally stopped squeezing her skull and she slumped over.
With Rosalie having collapsed in recovery, Zoey was given an unobstructed view of the foxgirl pleasuring her again, no longer blocked by Rosalie's semi-transparent body. Purple goo lifted and stomped back down, taking her all the way to the base at a rapid, squelching pace—twice a second at least. Zoey fell back on the bed and matched the motions, hips bucking, rapidly reaching a climax of her own.
The accompanying sight made it hard to resist the sensations: Delta's body jiggling enthusiastically with her actions. Not just her breasts, but every curve; every part of her that was plump, hips and ass and tits, was shaking and quivering with the vigorous motions of repeatedly stomping on her.
Slimegirls were really something. How many times had she said that? It was worth saying once more. They were seriously the best.
Heat built in her abdomen, rapidly becoming untenable. Zoey began panting as the pleasure ramped up past the point she could hope to contain it. Finally, she gave in; her orgasm washed over her. Her cock twitched inside the foxgirl's foot, and, arching upward so eagerly that Delta really did almost fall over this time, she erupted.
The first shot blasted up into Delta's leg, leaving a long white string floating in the purple slime up near her thigh. Another followed, and another, the girl's footjob—could it even be called that?—driving her through the sensations, milking as thorough of a load as Zoey had ever pumped out.
When it was over, Zoey slumped down, chest heaving and her head feeling foggy. Delta, her work done, pulled off with one last gooey squelch, and, grinning, leaned over at the waist to inspect her thigh. To admire her handiwork. The floating strands of cum inside her leg.
"What would happen if I transformed back, I wonder?" she asked, laughing at the absurd idea. "Would I be part cum? Would it just disappear? Fucking magic."
Zoey hazily admired the impressive amount of white strings suspended in her girlfriend's gooey body, wondering how strange of a person she was to be so aroused at the sight.
Delta spared one more amused—and slightly proud—look for Zoey’s wrung-out expression, then sat down in front of Rosalie, who was only halfway recovered herself.
"She's gonna need a sec," the foxgirl told her. "So, on to my next experiment."
As her two girlfriends made out, Zoey fucked them, diving in and out of the most divine hole she'd ever felt. The pair of slimegirls squirmed as Zoey worked into a full, rutting heat in a handful of seconds, unable to moderate herself. Their hands roved each other's body, groping wherever they could reach.
"I can't— believe— how good that feels," Delta gasped into Rosalie's mouth, in between loud plaps of Zoey's hips into her ass. "Fuck!"
Rosalie said nothing, lost in the pleasure, head lolled back and her lips parted as she moaned wildly—volume growing as Zoey's thrusts hastened.
Leaning up slightly, Delta's hands found Rosalie's breasts, and she began tweaking her nipples, squeezing, even flicking one of the sensitive nubs to draw out a particularly loud gasp. Meanwhile, Zoey hammered into the two girls, mind growing fuzzy in record time. Rosalie caught Delta's lips in another sloppy kiss, pulling her in by the back of her head and keeping her there.
Zoey's second orgasm arrived fast. The sensation was simply too much to handle, especially with her girlfriends kissing each other right in front of her. The heat grew too much to bear, and she hilted inside with one last slam and held on, gripping Delta’s waist as she started to cum. They joined seconds afterward, sent over the edge by the hot spurts of seed blasting into them. They shuddered and shook against each other, hands continuing to rove each other's bodies as Zoey emptied herself into the pair of kissing slimegirls.
Dizzy, Zoey drew back, cock pulling free with a wet noise. The girls followed suit, extracting their joined lower halves with a messy, squelching noise to surpass any of the squelches prior. Delta rolled off and collapsed on her back, breathing hard. Zoey vaguely paid attention to the fact her cum had been split evenly between them when they'd pulled apart—both their wombs were full of sticky white stuff. An amazing sight.
Zoey joined Delta, lying on her back to recover from an even more mind-erasing orgasm than the previous.
But, however wrung out she felt, she was definitely just getting started.
***
They made good use of the potions, though Zoey couldn't get half of what she wanted done. She was making good progress on that long list, though.
An hour later, deeply involved in her task as she and Delta squelched their respective goo-cocks in and out the light-blue slime held between them, something unexpected happened—something terrible.
Zoey had even been vaguely aware of the knocking noises coming from the door—but, not far from orgasm, and currently sharing her girlfriend with her other girlfriend, she had been effectively on a different planet, immune to any stimuli besides Rosalie's sticky inner walls and the taste of her gooey tongue as they made out, lower halves thrusting into each other's.
The much louder noise did get her attention though. The three of them froze, heads snapping in the direction of splintering wood.
Someone had kicked open the door?
"I'm back~!" a voice called. "Now, where's my favorite little—?"
The words cut off. Standing there, gaping at them, was a woman who looked a lot like Rosalie. Taller. Shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, dressed in a mix of leather and metal armor. With a slight tan and a certain wild, carefree look to her. She, too, had frozen solid as she strolled inside, clearly not having expected—
Well, anything like this.
Rosalie's eldest sister, Elodie, had made an appearance.
She stared, gaping—because no matter who she was, the sight that met her was one even the most stoic person couldn't take in stride—but then, only a second later, she burst out laughing. She was nearly howling as she scrambled away, covering her eyes.
"Burning hells! My eyes! Guess that's why the door was locked, wasn't it?" Her cackling followed her out as she fled, nearly tripping over herself in her haste. Before she was gone, though, her fading words reached them. "Transmutation potions, though? Really? When did my little sister learn how to have fun?!"