Sleepy polecat. The evening had been fun and warm, and morning came much too soon for the black and grey sable critter. Russet yawned and stirred and turned in bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes and looking around the guest room where he had stayed the night.


Oh? Things seemed different. The room looked much bigger. Rather emptier than before, with shiny clear plastic walls between him and anything more substantial, and very little nearby except the bed. The polecat sat up, and the floor was smooth but soft as paws swung out to rest on it, with a little slope that led to a drain in one corner. And, up above him, he noticed bright colours swirl and mix, a whole spectrum of gloopy colour faintly lit from behind.


"Good morning, cutie," said a familiar voice from a small speaker set into the wall. "And to our little audience watching the live stream. Polls are open, and we'll have our first result shortly."


"Mmf… Nall?" asked the polecat, looking around again. His friend the pine marten had a mischievous streak, so obviously he was up to something, but it wasn't quite clear what that was. "Live stream?"


"Yeah! You're live. There's cameras just behind the glass. Well, it's not really glass, but you know. And there's polls! So every so often- ah! Well, let's go through it..."
The marten seemed fairly cryptic, as the lights came up brighter.
"The first poll was just what colours you should get gunged with first thing in the morning. Our two winners were orange and yellow, very sunny, so…"


A couple of ceiling panels shifted, and opened, and the sudden warm rush of gunge had Russet wide awake. Just a sudden gloopy torrent, over his head and quickly dripping down his arms, everything disappeared in colour and warmth and orange and yellow. It was enough to tip him off his paws, ending up as an ungraceful pile of polecat against one wall, giggling and squeaking and trying to move about. He did enjoy the feel and scent of colour in his fur, and the way it mixed and covered up fuzz. Orange and yellow dook, with patches of black still showing through where it hadn't covered completely. Russet sat up again, cute and messy, quite blushy at the lack of warning, the implied audience, his own arousal. Mmf, he wanted to play, and a paw did head south for some fondling, tucked between his legs, drippy with gunge… but then he stopped, self-conscious, paws back down to his legs, stiffer poke on show.


"What- how did you even set this up?" he asked, thoroughly flustered, tail wagging.
"Mischief! It's fine, I'm just outside, look!" said Nall, and sure enough the brown and cream pine marten stood at the clear plastic door and waved through it. He wore a headset, and not too far away behind an opaque screen there was a large control console, with all sorts of wires and pipes trailing out of the back and into the floor and ceiling, fairly untidy -- like he really had put it all together overnight.
"Not much to look at with the door, there's no handle on the inside of course, otherwise you might get away from the gunge! Not that you really want to, hee hee. Frisky boy."
"Not even slightly fair!" complained the polecat, sitting back on the bed with a hmph. Nall wandered back to the controls with a happy wiggle.
"That's right, it's not. Ooh, bet you want to know what the current poll is, don't you?"


Russet did, but he suspected he wasn't going to be told, looking up at the swirling colours that made up the large gunge tank built into the ceiling. However, the ceiling panels opened with no warning at all! White and black dropped on him, a huge dollop of slightly cooler goo that took him by surprise and he froze, shivery, couldn't see, ears blocked up, squeak! Some ending up in his mouth too. Totally covered, standing up off the messy bed, until- oooh. Warmth. All over. Like the gunge was getting stuck? No, like his nose was growing, paws were squeezed and shrinking, little tail was stretched. Eee, what was this? The polecat tried to squeak, and whine, and ask questions, but all that came out was chirps and barks.


"...I think poor pup had his ears blocked, so let's say it again. What would look cute in dalmatian colours? And most of you said jackal. So, here you go, one sleek, lean, black and white gunged jackal."
What! So much mischief! All sorts of things Russet couldn't say, with the goo in his mouth muffling his words. And in his ears, ooh: wouldn't he be a good jackal? A pretty, rugged, smooth shiny boy? Wouldn't his ears grow, and his nose point, and his paws grow slim, and his tail become long and fine? He'd wear those monochrome spots well, and he was already so warm and frisky, still on two legs pawing at the clear wall, leaving gungy streaks. Good jackal. Best jackal. Grinning for the camera, a little flustered to be acting like a dog, but conscious; owning it, clumsy forepaws working his long slim shaft, willing out a bit of pre, just more white spots in the messy grey around his feet.


The little trance lifted as goo slipped from his eyes, some coughed up, some swallowed. Jackal Russet. He blinked, flush against the wall, little smears where he'd started to hump at the shiny clear panels.
"Oooh, well. That just tripled the audience, aww. I'd say you were really enjoying this," cooed Nall through the speaker. It was hard to deny.


"Rrrf, you can't… how did you get gunge to do that?" wondered the new jackal, short fur painted in fresh colours, excess goo still slipping off him.
"Secrets! I'm sure I'll share them once you're out… though, the day is still young. Maybe you should guess the next poll! But in the meantime, I think I'll take some requests. Could you wiggle your jackal butt at the main camera?"


The main camera being the most obvious one Russet could see, big and level with the goopy jackal, just behind one of the clear panels. Already embarrassed at what was going on, being messy and aroused for an online audience, he shook his head. "Umm, n-no, that's alright, I'm fine like this."
"Oh! I didn't have the filter on. Okay, let's try again. Just wiggle your cute jackal butt at the camera ahead."
Didn't sound different, and Russet hadn't changed his mind, yet his body seemed to act anyway, making the shiny dalmatian jackal a little distracted. Flustered, he did turn around and waggle; tail flapping, peeking back to grin at the camera.
"Hey! I dunno what you did but that's, that's, ohh…" he trailed off, as the thrill of following a request made him moan, and rub his pokey self against the floor and the little slushy veneer of gunge that was still there.
"See, requests are good. Just gonna look through channel for another one. Oh! Get on your back and paw, doggy. Paw and paw, but don't finish. No, you'll have to wait for that."
"Mmf, I'm a jackal, I'm not…" he began, but he rolled over with his feet up and began to play anyway, colours of goo between his fingers, slippy slimy over his stiff jackal poke. Didn't take long for Russet to be there on the edge, where he stopped, and the ensuing rush of mystery enjoyment for doing a request nearly sent him over the edge. Rrrf. He wasn't able to think very much about getting out of here, never mind he wasn't necessarily sure if he really wanted to leave… but he did have other things to do today.


"When do I get out?" he asked.
"Well, it's still early, you're still getting more people on stream," said Nall through the speaker. "So I'd say you can stay in there for a good while yet! Next poll time, oooh, exciting. Want to count down from five, Russet?"
Whatever suggestion filter he'd used before had been switched off now, but the jackal thought it'd be best to follow this one anyway. Looking up at the goopy colours, all reds and whites and greens and purples, he started the count.
"Five-"
However, he didn't get very far, as about half the ceiling opened up and positively drenched him, the floor and the bed in gooey gunge. Grey, silver, orange and teal; he was almost swimming in it, all his black and white covered over. Deep, throbbing warmth. The jackal grew, and grew some more. He squeaked, and stretched, huge paws pressed at the glass walls and sliding him towards the centre of the room. He filled most of the space: huge body and head, big tall ears twitching, and a huge dripping tail where his thin jackal tail had been. Big teeth, rounded face, all the colours made him spotty and slimy, but he stood up as his new gooey self - a squirrel! Yet much larger than he ought to be, at least twice as long as his bed was, and if he stretched out he could just about touch both opposite walls at once with a hand and a tail. Not much room to stand properly, though.
"I asked what might be a good giant critter for you to be, and it was fairly close, but squirrel won! Gosh, look at you, such a big squirrel. That's a pretty good angle right there, camera has a great view right between your legs."
Russet looked down his belly, shiny grey with patches of orange, bands of teal. He whined, as Nall put the suggestion filter back on.
"Go on, give everyone a cute squeak."


It was a loud squeak, accompanied by shivers and the curl of his big colourful tail rubbing against his stiff shaft. Rrrf, the marten had him trapped good and proper. More edging, as if he'd really lost any ground being so surrounded in mess. So helpless, on show to however many people wanted to see. Whine, he wanted to finish so much, and some of the dribbles down his length weren't gunge at all, just thin little lines of needy pre.


The door opened then, which surprised the giant squirrel, although at his present size he wasn't able to escape through it anyway. Nall had come in, still wearing his headset and looking a little embarrassed. His feet stepped through the few inches of spilled gunge, a kaleidoscope of colour gently edging towards a murky bright green. The marten looked so much smaller from up there.
"I mean, of course they picked squirrel, one of my weaknesses," he said, blushily rubbing behind his marten ears and gently picking his way through the gunge towards Russet. "Gave me a nice big view of this," he cooed, running both his paws along the squirrel's messy tail. "And this," he added, hopping up to stroke along that goopy squirrel length. The big rodent whined and shivered all down his body, such that Nall nearly slipped and had to hang on to the sticky poke. "It's fine, I'm sure everyone will appreciate me getting a closer look. Getting my paws messy. Playing, and squeezing, and keeping you so close to orgasm that it's hard to speak."


The giant squirrel tilted his head, but soon found out what the marten meant. Nall seemed quite accustomed to playing with much larger creatures, and given how often he was feral it made plenty of sense. Using his wiggly body to good advantage, cuddling four paws and a tail around the thick shaft, and rubbing his cheeks to clean off enough of the gunge that he could get a tongue to it. Mrrrf, the marten purred and gave a happy sigh, cleaning and teasing and squeezing. Never quite enough to finish, but never slack enough to give Russet a break, leaky pre was about as far as he'd get with a few little rivulets running through the fur of his belly.
"Ah, ah, n-nooo, please marten, please let me cum, I want to cum, I want to-"
"All those cute squirrel noises," giggled Nall, cutting in. "Anyone would think you were trying to say something."
"Ahh, no no, don't, I- uhhh…" he moaned, paws weighing heavily on the walls, tail trying to get involved and do something about the mischievous marten on his length, but to no effect.


Something happened, though, and whatever it was it had Nall looking into space for a moment, a paw to one ear of his headset. "Wait, I thought I'd paused that…"
Russet suddenly had an idea of what was going to happen. Just a split second, as big sticky squirrel paws got underneath the playful marten and lifted him up high, nicely timed as the ceiling opened its next load of gunge right above the pair.
"No, wait!-"
Of course the machine wouldn't wait. Nall disappeared in a deluge of green and white and black, also covering squirrel paws and a bit of his tail, which tingled but not as much as the marten did, shivering and giving muffled squeaks, his shape entirely drawn in messy gunge and beginning to change immediately. Long, stringy thin tail, falling between Russet's fingers. Wiggly, fidgety, a bit bigger, a bit thicker, squeaks and moans and helpless noises as the mysterious goo did its thing. The figure wiped its face on its paws, looking nothing like the marten from a few moments ago; grey and white with a green furry collar, stripes of green now and then along its tail, clingy hands and feet that all seemed nimble and able. Still gooey and gunged with sodden fur, no headset or glasses and looking a bit tranced and lost, now a toony lemur!


"Hi!" he said, grinning. "Big squirrel. You look really silly."
"Nall? Oooh, you're a lemur! Guess that is what the poll was, but it got you instead!"
"Mmm, maybe," said the lemur, happy and squirmy with its tongue out. "Or maybe it was only half a poll. Hey, look, the door is open!"
Russet turned to look, as the lemur wiggled and slipped out of his grasp! He knew the door was open, that wasn't really news to him. It was just a distraction for long enough that the ceiling opened up once more, and blue gunge filled his fur and his vision. Surrounded in goo, ears and nose and mouth plugged, sound muffled like he was swimming.


And so he swam, and shrank, and changed, and his feet and hands became bright toony paws, and his tail got thin and long and twitchy. Cute nose, big eyes, patches and goggles and stripes, a blue collar and blue stripes, looking very familiar, feeling giddy and silly and distracted and changed inside and out, ending up on his back in the gunge, paws up. The new critter was fished out of the goo by his lemur twin, as the two were now much more of a similar size. Twin toony ring-tailed lemurs, one green and one blue. Both bumping snoots. Colours told them apart, so they went with that:
"Blue!"
"Green?"
"Door's open."
"Mmm."
"But?"
"Audience. Also this."
Green was feeling a little frisky by now but, after some time of being gunged and edging, Blue was terribly needy. He took the lead, nudging the green lemur over into the spent gunge, pouncing and rolling around until the two were covered over in slimy teal and it was hard to know who was who.


A little chase around the room, from floor to bed to hanging from the walls, lemurs having a tussle and a hump, then scampering around again. Green was pinned, messy toony Blue lemur perched on his back, stuffing his needy cock up under that ringed tail. Ohh, once he was snugly in all the fight left Green, more keen to feel his twin inside than he'd thought, crooning and squealing and doing his best to push back as often as possible.
"Wanna cum, wanna cum," Blue murmured into lemur ears, he'd stopped paying attention to camera by now but there were others and hopefully the audience had a good view on what he was doing. Horny, encouraged and squirmy, he pulled back and quickly stuffed in again, blue pre dribbling over lemur tail. Aww, and Green was leaking green pre into the mess of goo underneath him, such a well-matched pair they made.


As they relaxed and got more into the act, toony physics started to take over. Tails wound together, over and over and over until they were so very stretched and twisted about each other. All the pinning, rolling and snuggling started to stretch and squeeze the pair until they started to look more toonily animated than real. Green was still underneath, getting needier and messier, until his paws reached up and pulled Blue's head down, stretching and coiling the toon lemur around his body. The blue lemur gasped, before his muzzle was filled with stiff prod, painting green pee over his tongue. Mmf, feeling so close and warm and silly, covered in goo and so frisky, neither of them would last much longer. Wiggles, bucks and pushes, it went on until the pair of them squirted their loads. Blue came first, but Green wasn't far behind at all.


Blue cum flooded into the green lemur, such a rush and a burst of warmth, and strangely enough the green stripes around his toony fur started to turn blue. The reverse was happening too, as Blue lapped up and swallowed all of his treat, his collar stripe went green, and other stripes on his body followed suit. As if it was hard enough to tell who was who when they were playing around in the gunge, they'd swapped colours? Or had they swapped their whole selves? Either way, lemurs rested together, swallowed and filled each other up, uncurled and uncoiled when they were spent, and lazed next to each other in the messy room of glass and cameras.


"Blue," said the green lemur.
"Green!" said the blue lemur. Sounded like they had swapped places, but they were both still there, so that was fine, wasn't it?
"Door's open."
"Mm. Okay."
"Hey, audience! Thanks for watching," said Green, lifting up and hopping over to the camera, putting an oozy gooey paw against the glass. Little jets of water were beginning to clean inside the room, making it all clean for next time as the fresh new lemurs waited and danced about, getting nice and clean themselves as the stream faded to black.


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