FA: ~Dead_Monsoon
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Hypnovember 2020, day 22: Goo(Mutual gooey assimilation)
Themes:  goo duel / mind-melding / latex drones
Word count: 3,173
Commissioned by: ~longshot609
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“WARNING: THE FACILITY HAS BEEN BREACHED. HAZARD CONTAINMENT UNITS: UNSTABLE.”

Azrael stirs awake to the automatic voice, accompanied by a distant, shrill siren, and slowly coalesces into the shape of an intimidating anthro saber dragon/jackal hybrid, with dark rubbery skin and neon green highlights… her proper form. The past few months have been nothing but a blur; she remembers being ambushed, and somehow rendered unconscious… and it seems as though she’s been forced to stay that way for a long time, contained in her pure goo form. Now, suddenly, she’s awake at last. She wonders what could be going on as she groans and stumbles to her feet, finding herself trapped in a small metallic cube of sorts; whatever mechanism had been keeping her under must’ve shut off. Facility… breached? She supposes it must have had something to do with that.  She steps out of her little cell rather clumsily, into a sterile laboratory of some sort. Multiple monitors, gadgets and machines are hooked up to her cube, presumably to run experiments of some sort. The lab is totally abandoned and in a state of disarray… no doubt recently, hastily evacuated. She would’ve loved to start her day off with a few fresh converts… but there may still be time to track those pathetic wretches down, wherever they went.

She struts through a fancy double doorway, and emerges into a pristine hallway, intermittently tainted red by emergency lights. That obnoxious siren continues to blare away, just barely failing to mask the distant sounds of clamor and chaos. Just what kinda crazy shit did they get hit by, anyway? Sure doesn’t matter much to Azrael, because it turned out to be her ticket to freedom. As soon as she locates the goons that kept her contained here, she’ll be quite eager to do some “experimenting” of her own.

She turns a corner, and finally spots someone; a measly human off in the distance, slumped against the wall. She cocks her head, noting the distinct white of a lab coat, and smirks as she casually approaches, savoring the moment. The human still hasn’t noticed her; he seems preoccupied by… oh dear, a wound in his side. He gasps and shivers, clearly reluctant to look at the nasty piece of shrapnel stuck in his body. Boy, does Azrael have a plan to deal with that!

But just before she has a chance to strike, a set of doors she hadn’t paid any mind to springs open, hitting her square in the face! Her exclamation becomes garbled as her face dissolves halfway into goo as a reflex to the blunt force trauma. It’s hardly the sort of thing that can damage her much however, so she quickly recovers and reforms in order to glare at whoever has emerged from the door. 

The newcomer appears to be… an anthro jackal. He sports a lustrous pelt of black and gold, and the insufferable pride on his face rivals even that of Azrael on her best days. He turns in response to Azrael’s yelp, and looks her up and down for a few seconds. He then grunts in what seems to be satisfaction.

“Hmm. You don’t look like one of them. You’ve been holed up too, then?”

Azrael sizes him up herself, instinctively turning on her charm by slowly swaying her fully exposed body on the off chance this fella could be drawn in by it. 

“I suppose I have. You have some idea of who these puny mortals are?”

The menacing black jackal looks around, a hint of disgust on his face. “A pack of fools tampering with powers they can’t even begin to understand, let alone harness. But since they want a taste of it so badly… it’ll be my pleasure to give them some personal, firsthand experience with said power, the Notkea way~”

“Hey now, mister… Nocky…” Azrael cocks her head and ever so slowly steps forward, projecting confidence and maintaining her perpetually sensual and confident air. “I’m afraid that reservation has already been claimed. I’m not about to let some pathetic humans make an experiment out of me and escape due consequences. I have a plan of my own for them… and it’ll be all the sweeter without interference from the likes of you, if you don’t mind.”

Their eyes meet, and they pause with snouts mere inches apart, gazing intensely into each other’s souls. Neither one of them betrays any desire to back down; the prospect of sweet revenge is far too enticing. And to stand by and permit a potential rival to soak up all the manpower… it just wouldn’t do. 

After a few moments of steely silence, Notkea suddenly chuckles. “So, feel like you want to… relax a little? Hm? You must be so weary, being stuck in a cramped little-“

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Azrael reaches out and presses her green-tipped finger gently into the jackal’s snout, allowing it to dribble a touch of goo into his own synthetic fur for effect. “If anyone here’s going to be dropping helpless onto the floor, it sure isn’t going to be me~”

Notkea frowns, his eyes flickering into a duller shade of gold, and swats the insolent gesture aside. “Maybe you didn’t understand. You can’t possibly muster the strength to overcome me. Please, don’t bother to trouble yourself.” 

His eyes flare back up into a bright, lustrous gold, and Azrael finds herself wavering ever so slightly in reaction; but she quickly regains her composure, and manages a smirk. “Indeed? I daresay you’ve already given me a thing or two to trouble myself with~”

“Hmm?” Notkea falters once again as he finally notices it: an encroaching wave of bright green goo on his snout, originating from his tip, where Azrael had touched it. He snarls and tries to rub it away in a brisk motion, but Azrael’s matter is far more persistent than that. It keeps on spreading, threatening to overshadow his beautiful golden sheen.

“I must say, I’ve never had the honor of assimilating a fellow goo dweller… this should be most fun indeed~”

Notkea grimaces, but still refuses to show weakness. In fact, he musters a haughty smirk of his own. “How fascinating… I’ve had the very same thought!” 

Suddenly, Azrael feels several cold, slimy somethings heave against her slender back! She yelps in shock, looking down to notice a host of black, gooey tendrils surging and pulsating along the floor, originating from behind Notkea’s nebulous form. How had she so completely missed them…? 

On instinct she commands most of her body to liquefy, and darts to the side, clear of those ghastly tendrils. She keeps all of her own matter intact, yet traces of sickly black tag along, paving their own way across her lustrous pelt…

The air between them grows even more intense, their calm and cocky demeanors dissolving under each other’s pressure. As Notkea’s matter seeps through Azrael’s malleable body, she truly does begin to feel her adversary’s commanding hypnotic influence wearing down on her mental barriers... yet she observes Notkea’s confidence rapidly waning in the face of her own invasion. It seems that nobody’s going to be walking away from this encounter unscathed. 

As the tension reaches its abrupt climax, both gooey beasts unleash all they have at once! Flecks and tendrils fly at each other, splashing and sloshing with vigor. It’s not long before Azrael and Notkea are both quite thoroughly covered in each other’s matter, and quickly lose their composure as they frustratedly attempt to pry themselves free. Their forms become less and less distinct, their colors blending together and their molecules getting more and more hopelessly intertwined. 

Azrael growls in frustration. ‘Ugh, this can’t possibly end well’, she thinks, gold-sheened goo invading her body deeper and deeper. But her frustration gives way to shock when Notkea’s voice, as smooth as ever, replies within her own head! 

‘You… what do you think you’re doing to me?’ Notkea looks sharply at Azrael once again; his lips don’t move, but the confounded fury of his query is unmistakably there. ‘I… I’m not some beast to be tamed! Get out of my head!’

‘Why don’t you get out of mine, wise guy?’ Once again they exchange cold glares, but this time their concentration just isn’t there. They both have a fairly solid idea of where this telepathic link came from… and neither wants to dwell on what this could mean for the two of them.

A few more seconds of uneasy silence… then Azrael starts. Is Notkea getting… bigger? Wait, no… he’s getting closer. Neither of them are actively moving what remains of their legs, yet their half melted bodies are unmistakably gravitating toward each other! She yelps and tries to lurch away, but at that moment the masses of goo surrounding each body touch, and rapidly pool to form one large pile of mass housing both bodies… and the pull becomes irresistible.

Try as they might, neither gooey creature can pull themselves apart… they’re well past the point of return. They hurl curses and threats at each other via telepathy as their bodies are plastered together. They push as hard as they can on each other’s bodies, but it doesn’t help… certainly not as their goopy appendages proceed to stick to each other as well! 

Panic levels rise as their bodies draw closer and closer, losing their individual forms and amalgamating into one, much bigger form. They grunt and rage, still desperately trying to pull away… neither have truly come across a fellow goo being before. Such an outcome was truly unprecedented… 

Eventually, only a giant formless mound of black, green and gold goo with a pair of protruding half-melted heads remains, still grimacing in defiance. Then as they begin to sink into the gooey surface, those expressions begin to soften…

Azrael feels the last of her solid matter sinking into the formless collective lump of goo. ‘No… I can’t give in… I… won’t…’ is her only protest as vision goes black and silence reigns. The only sensory input she still receives is the ever-present touch of Notkea’s invasive form… a touch that’s becoming oddly… pleasant? ‘NO! Stop that!’  ‘Stop what?’ comes Notkea’s irritated response. ‘I don’t even want anything to do with you!’

‘Well, clearly… you…’ It’s becoming harder to think… dammit, why does this feel so good all of a sudden? Why does she want to just, relax… 

‘So… calm… why am I… what…’ Notkea’s thoughts become more vivid, more personal by the second. Azrael seems to register not only the words, but the precise emotion and meaning behind them, too. It resonates with her. Such an oddly soothing sensation… 

‘I think… we may be about to become one…’

‘Become… one…’ his voice echoes back with the same muted bewilderment, fear, and budding curiosity as she proposed the idea with. There’s no doubt about it, their minds are syncing up.

‘Should we just… accept it? I don’t think there’s any turning back from this…’

‘No… we can’t escape this… this… could be… something… wonderful…’

‘Wonderful…’ Their shared mass shudders with a sudden burst of eagerness. Their minds becoming one… perfectly unified, perfectly in harmony… the closer it comes to reality, the less afraid Azrael becomes. This truly could be wonderful. It’s too late for any other option anyway… so she, no… they… decide they’ve put off the inevitable long enough.

‘Become one…’

‘Become one…’

Thoughts and memories flood into Azrael’s mind. Notkea’s cranial contents vividly on display, as clear as her own memories. It’s a safe bet she’s become just as much of an open book for him, which doesn’t bother her nearly as much as it once would have.

‘Never to separate…’

‘Never to separate…’

Their thoughts remain only slightly out of sync, and ever so gradually, their voices are morphed anew. Notkea’s becomes higher, Azrael’s lower; some unique traits fade away, while others are adopted by the opposite… all contributing to eventual sameness. 

‘One body…’

‘One body…’

‘One mind.’

In that decisive moment, they truly think as one. No more disagreements, no more mental chafing… the perfect blend of their former personalities… and former attributes. Azrael and Notkea have become one. And having shared a goal ever since they first encountered each other, it doesn’t take long for their shared consciousness to decide on what they intend to do next.

The mound of goo shudders a little more, then in a triumphant motion, rises up, and begins to coalesce into a vaguely humanoid form, oddly just as big as each of the gooey beings that fought there minutes prior. A pair of dripping, shining stumps form, then thicken and lengthen into imposing arms topped off with wicked claws. Excess mass falls away, then joins the migration back toward the center, facilitating the transition from a formless mass into a hulking, cohesive unit. Shoulders, legs, a nice long tail… and naturally, a hearty pair of boobs, and a girthed cock standing out quite proudly. Gold highlights wriggle through the pitch black sea, positioning themselves nicely as alternating stripes all along the thing’s body, symbolizing perfect unity.

Finally, the menacing new creature’s face takes shape. A long pointy snout tops off a jagged, cruel face, and a pair of sharp ears materializes up above alongside an impressively sized mane. As soon as their throat becomes fully functional, they roar loudly, ejecting flecks of goo every which way, their voice booming through the complex. Windows shudder and lamps swing, as if the building itself were cowering in fear. After all, a truly fearsome menace has just been created. Azkea, the goo being to rule them all.

The newly birthed creature admires their new physique, now completely at ease with their new identity. Two minds in one, united in pursuit of a simple imperative: spread. Corrupt. Achieve vengeance. Speaking of which… Azkea’s ear perks up at a soft sound… a whimper, it seems. They turn to see a meek human crawling along beside the wall, the same one their half had been about to attend to before the other half arrived. By the looks of it he’s only just come back to lucidity, but has lost a lot of blood, and is barely mustering the strength to attempt to flee… only minutes remain for his life. His life as a human, that is.

Azkea grins wickedly. “What is there to fear, little one? You’re safe in my arms now…~” They command mass to excrete from their looming body in large quantities, and surge toward the broken shape on the floor. It seizes upon the scientist’s body in an instant, and his feeble scream is cut off as he’s swallowed up in the wave of shiny black. His lab attire is torn up and discarded, leaving only a writhing mass of goo amidst a puddle of blood that remains as the only evidence that something organic once lied there. The formless mass shivers and squirms, then begins to consolidate into a more recognizably anthro form, developing gold stripes much like those born by Azkea. They watch with glee as a distinct imitation of their own face materializes in place of a human face, minus eyes, a nose, a mouth, or any other apparent orifice. A nice long tail extends from its rear, shiny claws take form on its arms and legs, and a pair of gooey spheres swell up from its chest… all much like those belonging to Azkea. Except rather than a proud girthed cock, only a pathetic little null bulge graces its crotch. Mere seconds later, all that remains in place of the human is a simple little drone created in their likeness, bound to their service. 

The drone continues to squirm, but now with far more vitality… and enthusiasm. In a more distinctly sexual manner at that, bucking its hips desperately into the air, thirsting for a release that such a lowly minion could only dream of. No sign of the awful wound or its consequences remain… beings of goo are beyond such damage, after all. This pathetic little creature now owes its very life to Azkea, for more reasons than one… and they intend to collect their dues in full.

“Rise, my minion.” In response to Azkea’s truly commanding voice, the drone ceases its escapades, and clamors to its feet only to promptly bow its head and take a knee in reverence of its Master. It cannot utter a single word, but its actions do more than enough to speak for its allegiance. “I have but one simple command for you: Seek. Spread. Corrupt. If anything breathes, it must become mine to control. Go forth, and spread my glorious influence.”

The drone bows its head once more, and sets off down an industrial hallway at random, already excreting its own excess of goo. Azkea watches it lumber on its way, and chuckles to themself. So much unbridled power… who could possibly stand in their way? Certainly not a bunch of sniveling little humans with their cruel and fruitless experiments. Azkea strains their hypersensitive ears… there they are. A large group of huddling little lab rats, no doubt terrified out of their wits. They maneuver the halls at a leisurely pace, and come to a heavily barricaded set of steel doors. They effortlessly toss it all aside, then proceed to melt their body down and seep through the cracks of the door. Before they even reform they hear those delicious screams of terror as their mass gushes in, as well as the metallic clicks of firearms being prepared. How adorable! 

Seconds later, pandemonium breaks loose. Screams pierce the air. Bodies clamor over each other in panic. Gunshots ring, and bullets pierce right through Azkea’s body uselessly. With a chuckle and a single brisk motion, a thick wave of black sludge blots out the ceiling lights as it rains down on the team of scientists who dared to tempt fate. Desperate voices are cut short one by one, and the disgusting white of lab coats and human skin is swiftly swallowed up by the unstoppable advance of Azkea’s irresistible, uncontainable wave of glorious black. Mere minutes later, Azkea stands before their new army of gooey, shiny drones; devoid of features, silent save for the gentle squeak and creak of their rubbery bodies, and completely indistinguishable from one another. Straining to obey their master’s every command.

“Well, it appears you’ve all gotten exactly what you’ve bargained for,” Azkea says with a laugh. “You’ve taken such an interest in unlocking my power… now, you have the opportunity to do just that. But you’ll do it my way.”

Several dozen blank heads bow in assent, squirming with pleasure and perpetually horny energy, ready and willing to submit to the very creature they’d worked so hard to capture and cruelly exploit. They’d always planned to revolutionize mankind as they know it with the potential that could be unlocked within that pair of fascinating creatures… and in fate’s typical fashion, it appears that wish will be granted in full.