Experimental Characters (c) their creators Story (c) Russet'13 All character Their Creators [i]Revenge of the Goo:[/i] Placing his paw flat on the electronic reader James glowered back down the corridor towards the kitchen were Frosty had retreated. With a soft beep the heavy basement door opened and the raccoon slipped through and settled himself on the chair lift, sighing as he took the weight off his bad leg. He'd only gone upstairs to get dinner but Frosty had insisted he try on his new suit for the fancy party they'd been invited to. It had been a waste of forty minutes, he knew the suit fitted him; he'd done all the proper research before going into the shop to buy it. Starting the lift James checked his watch and growled, "Thirty-three minutes over-due, Remus, Romulus did you two do as I said and watch the containment chamber and apply more crystalliser at 18.17." There was no answer which made James frown deepen as the chair lift came down to a halt. Using his walking cane to help himself back onto his feet James limped deeper into his laboratory. "Remus!" he shouted loudly, "Come on the pair of you, I want this next experiment finished before dad forces me to go to bed," putting one hand on his hips the white and grey raccoon glanced around the basement with a frown, trying to find his pets. He'd left them down here to keep an eye on things as Aira was out on a mission, at school they were the bullies who liked to push James around. Whenever he felt like it they were his horny little slave boys, eager and obedient and unaware of the double live they lived whenever he said the right words. Now strangely they were nowhere to be seen, the laboratory wasn't that big. He should have been able to see them and they'd not have left without his permission and if the conditioning had worn off somehow he doubted theyd have snuck out quietly. "Romulus..." he called, hobbling further from the stairs, glancing at his chemistry set which had been shut down. The liquids that had been left brewing were congealing in their beakers. "What... no!" he hurried over to stand staring at the glassware. Everything was ruined; someone had just shut the gas off and left everything to cool down before they had finished cooking. "Damn it... boys get out here now!" he shouted, stalking toward the large work table in the middle of the room, "I don't mind if you two broke something by accident but hiding from me is just going to make me punish.... the pair... of..... you." voice trailing off James stared at the large glass terrarium on the main bench. It was what he normally kept his micros in but it should have been empty but there was a tiny wolf and tiny fox inside hammering on the glass, trying to get his attention. "How..." staring at Romulus and Remus in confusion for just a moment James turned as quickly as he could with his crippled leg to look at the large glass-sphere that was supposed to contain the crystallised red mass of Russet. It was empty, the goo critter had gotten loose somehow, and all his research would he ruined and... Something wet dropped on his head from above. Freezing in place, slowly tilting his head back James reached for one of the pockets of his lab coat. It felt like a bad clich from a terrible movie but the teenage raccoon looked up into the gelatinous mass hanging from the ceiling. Instead of screaming like the bimbo in some budget movie he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and tried to stab the needle into the tendril of goo that lashed down from above. He'd have made it too if the linoleum floor under his bare feet hadn't suddenly turned liquid and pulled him off balance as red ooze rose up through the cracks between the tiles to engulf his legs. Struggling in an attempt to get the syringe into the creature James cried out as his weapon was casually knocked out of his grip and the goo surged up around his legs, rising swiftly to engulf his body from the waist down in a thick, heavy layer of red gunk. "Russet, stop!" he shouted or tried to but the goo clinging to the ceiling lashed out. A long tendril of cool, cherry scented gloop sealed over his nose and swiftly spread over his face, poured across his ears and sealed about his neck. Blind and unable to see or hear the coon clawed at his coat trying to find another syringe but he was to slow. The red gel oozed under the collar of his t-shirt and started to swiftly creep in a sticky, motile layer down his arms; applying pressure to his muscles, forcing his elbows to bend back and move his hands away from his coat. There was nothing James could do but moan and squirm as the goo anchoring him flexed and shifted to keep him upright. The mass pouring down from the ceiling crept beneath his clothes to cover his chest and hands. Stomach and waist were engulfed next before it closed over James rump, sheath and tail too... the gloopy mass just kept flowing, clinging to his body beneath his clothes in a skin tight layer that pressed his fur down against his skin as it squeezed and settled over the curve of his limbs and joints. With a whimper James felt the gooey mess slide down inside his boots, ooze into his socks and seal across the bottom of his feet, entombing him completely in a shiny, dry, skin tight suit of red latex. The heavy weight around his legs started to recede, James couldn't tell where it was going but soon his legs felt clear. Not that he could move them with the slippery layer of latex clinging to his body. Then without warning there was light. His eye-lids blinked free of their own volition as the goo eased back slightly and the raccoon was able to see the laboratory. His legs muscles twitched and the suit of clinging goo made him walk over to stand before the mirrored surface of one of his containment tubes. The red suit that was clinging to his body outlined the shape of his muzzle, his fingers and thick, bushy tail perfectly. He couldnt see what it looked like beneath his clothes but he assumed it was hugging his body in the same way, outlining his musculature and shape easily. It was however featureless and red except for his eyes. Then as he was made to watch the colour started to drain out, the red shifted slowly to black, matching the shade of his skin before pinpricks of white and grey started to ease into sight. His clothing lost the tight, clinging look they had attained when resting against his constricted, goo suited body as fur started to fill up beneath, allowing them to hang off him like normal. To James horror as the minutes passed the raccoon found he was looking at well himself. All his fur was correct, his hair just as he wore it and as he watched he was able to bend down to pick up his glasses and put them back on the bridge of his muzzle. The terrible thing however was that it was not him moving, he had no control over his body. The layer of skin tight goo that was now masquerading as a like-for-like replica atop his actual body was manipulating his movements with flawless precision. He had no idea a goo creature like Russet could do this and worse he had no control! He certainly couldn't stop it when the goop slipped between his lips and coated his tongue and mouth, taking over his ability to open and close his jaws. James tried to speak, to cry out but his voice would not respond. He could breathe and see and that was it. Struggle as he might inside the coating of clinging goo he couldn't exert any pressure at all on his limbs to move against the will of his captor. "Now James," he said, lips and tongue moving as Russet' voice issued from his muzzle, "I think you need to learn a lesson about imprisoning me and torturing me but first... some payback is in order." As he spoke the skunk's voice had shifted tone and pitch until by the end it sounded just like James. He was made to pick up the large bottle of redudtrex from a counter and headed for the chair lift back up to the house. James couldn't even whimper, just watch as his body moved independently of what he wanted.... --------- Over-all James reckoned he must have spent two hours upstairs in the house under the control of the tight, controlling suit before his captor walked back to the laboratory. The bottle of reductrex had been abandoned upstairs as had several syringes and now James had a small tupperware box with some tiny holes poked in it. It was the sort of lunchbox Surge gave to James to take micros to school in, except this time it contained both his parents and his bat bodyguard! Surge, Frosty and a very confused Augustus were trying to attract his attention. Shouting in small, piping, micro voice for James to stop and turn them back to normal but with Russet still in control the journey from Augustus' room back to the lab had been in complete silence. Setting the tupperware tub down next to the glass terrarium James' body took a moment to admire his prizes before deft, nimble fingers started to unlock the tub without any regard for what James actually wanted to do. Pressing Surge and Frosty in against Augustus' wings he forced the bat to wrap his parents up tightly. Then the raccoon lifted the little bat-chalada up and brought it over to his lips! The squirming, wriggling, protesting bulge of fur and bat and little static discharges from Surge were ignored as his black tongue slurped wetly across his bat's small body. He teased across the struggling, bulging wings, savouring the flavour before depositing the trio of protesting micros in his maw. Closing his mouth and starting to suck on them James rolled them from side to side, being careful to keep his parents wrapped and trapped in Augustus' wings as the normally huge bat struggled inside the confines of his mouth. They tasted good, the mixture of flavour was nice but the best thing was the way they filled his muzzle and made his cheeks bulge. James shouldn't have liked it, he never ate Augustus! The big bat was his guardian and such a damn fine pred and now the goo was making him eat him alongside his adoptive parents. He was forced to swallow them and if he could have moaned he would have done so as his throat bulged ever so slightly. It wasn't enough though, not to let the trio through safely but then the raccoon's throat wasn't very stretchy at the best of times. For a moment James feared he might gag or choke on his snack but then his throat clenched down firmly. He felt the three pushed together tightly, almost crunching in an unhappy, struggling mass. Then their wiggling, protesting bodies were through, sliding down his throat, gliding down slowly. It was torture, James couldn't stop it and he certainly couldn't avoid the enjoyment he was getting from it! His cock was already thickening and slipping out of his sheath and with cool, calm, collected movements the raccoon's body started to strip off his clothing as the last sensations of the trio of snacks slipped away down his throat. Now nude Russet manipulated James into opening the terrarium and picking up the wolf and fox. Grinning at them widely the coon sprawled in his chair, holding them firmly in one hand as he was made to work his half-hard cock with his paw. Soon enough he was rock hard and leaking pre down the slick length of his black cock. Plucking the fox free with the hand that had been working over his dick James rubbed pre into the squirming Remus fur as he pushed him head first against the leaking tip of his shaft. Making sure Romulus was watching Russet uttered the word to release the pair from their hypnotic control! James could have screamed, if they saw this, how could the raccoon risk bringing them back! Romulus was staring up at what was being done to Remus in shock then he started to scream and shout. He was ignored and his struggles were useless as the coons paw held him fast whilst his other began to slide the squirming micro vulpine down into his shaft! Pre oozed and bubbled up around Remus body as down; down he went... slipping and sliding, wriggling and squirming into the raccoon's shaft until only his squirming feet were visible! At that point James gripped his shaft and worked his fingers around the struggling bulge of his part time slave Remus, helping his cock to work him deeper. All the while he was groaning and shuddering, moaning and squirming in delight inside his prison of sentient, sticky, controlling goo. Inch by slow, torturously pleasurable inch the fox slid deeper down his length until he vanished past the base and the raccoon's body bucked at the rush of pleasure as the goo covering his balls squeezed down firmly about them, letting James feel the struggling form of his fox friend. Russet still wasn't done though, the goo made James lift his legs and spread them wide, hooking them over the arms of his chair. With his tail trailing down to the floor the raccoon was perfectly positioned to slide the struggling form of Romulus toward his tail hole! The micro bully had no chance, against someone as big as James. The scrawny teenager was as a giant in strength. With a growl and a final attempt to struggle free of the skunks control James whimpered as despite his best efforts he was made to push the wolf feet first against his tight pucker. Relaxing and sighing Russet continued to increase the pressure, sliding the wiggling micro into the coon's rump. Inch by inch Romulus was pushed deeper and James found himself clenching his rump in delight from the sensation as the skunk pawed and played with his cock! It felt good and yet the coon knew he should have been resisting the pleasure, fighting the goo-skunk holding him captive but he couldn't! The sensation of a wriggling body sliding into his arse coupled with the lessening struggles inside his tight, squeezed nuts was too much! His paw flew up and down his length and James could feel Russet watching, teasing, squeezing his body firmly until with a shuddering moan that Russet allowed James to vocalise the coon boy started to cum! His arse clenched around the last few inches of Romulus, dragging him up into his arse even as he painted his fuzzy stomach with long jets of thick, sticky, pearly white seed! The fox didn't come back up his shaft though, well not as a fox shaped creature anyway. James emptied his nuts all over himself in a blissful orgasm fuelled by his indecent and illicit delight at what he had just done to two of his friends. Even though it was against his will he still felt fantastic from the sensations. ------- For some time after his orgasm James was made to just lie there, held in place by Russets encasing form. He still couldn't speak or communicate with the goo creature. But as the warmth of after-glow faded from his tingling body James started to worry about his bat and parents stewing away inside his stomach and he tried to make his thoughts felt! He was relieved when he was made to walk over to his chemistry cabinet and forced to drink a dose of lygest, his digestion halting reagent. His moment of calm was ruined however as his hand then picked up the large bottle of expandrex and he was forced to swallow that down next! The liquid was cool and berry flavoured and would make James' body able to expand and cope with swallowing a full sized person! The goo-skunk was clearly planning on having James eat someone large but he couldn't for the life of him think who! After that the goo made James limp over to the stairs and stand still as if waiting for something. A few minutes later and it soon became clear who the skunk was planning on eating as the door opened and Aira walked in. He had no idea how the goo-creature knew Aira was on his way back. The only way would have been for him to have heard James send him out that morning whilst he was trapped in the observation cage. Was that possible... he crystallisation serum should have rendered Russet unconscious whilst he was being experimented on, had he erred somehow? With a sense of rising dread James heard himself speak, his lips moved, the sounds came out and his lab assistant obediently started to strip as he walked over without questioning the orders. The blue fox was only dressed in a long white lab-coat and shorts and the box full of glass vials and tubes he was carrying was quickly set aside. James wanted to scream, to curse, and to shout at the goo-skunk as it became clear he was planning on eating the fox! It had taken months of work for James to wipe the magical forest-guardians mind and program him to be a proper lab assistant! Even with a stomach full of lygest being eaten whole could do irreparable damage to Aira's programming. With every ounce of will and strength he had at his disposal the raccoon tried to take control of his body, to force his limbs to move as he commanded! The goo suit just over-ruled him, stretching, contracting, and squeezing in all the right places to force James to move as Russet wished and in no other way. Jaws opening wide.... wet, warm muzzle pushing forward with saliva stringing between his teeth the raccoon gulped over Aira's head! On a normal person it would have been impossible but full of expandrex James' maw stretched, his throat bulged and with wriggling, almost eager delight Aira slid down James' throat! He swallowed, gripped the fox's shoulders and slowly started to sit down, pulling the fox down to his knees before the goo made him start to slowly, teasingly drag the fox's shoulders into his rapidly expanding throat. Inside James was groaning, it was hard to stay angry when his body was being forcibly expanded, it felt too good. He squirmed and writhed inside his prison of slick, manipulating goo as the tasty blue vulpine spreading his body wide wriggled and squirmed. It felt so nice and Russet was clearly in no rush as one of his traitorous hands returned to playing with his cock. James could do nothing but squirm as Aira willingly pushed and slid and squirmed his way down into the raccoon's throat and that wasnt helped by Russet forcing him to go slower! Inch by squirming inch the fox sank deeper into his belly, pushing and shoving, expanding and squishing his form down until with a stretch that made James buck and squirm Airas head pushed into his stomach! That was the start of the real pleasure! His stomach started to swell as the foxs ears ground into his stomach wall. Whimpering heavily inside the prison of his own body James paw moved faster, flying up and down his cock, teasing and stroking, playing and enjoying with himself as more of his fox meal pushed into his stomach. Trying not to enjoy it was impossible, trying to relax and not give in to the pleasure was something James just could not bring himself to do until with a soft whimper he starts to cum! His cock pulses, his body arches and with a firm, tormenting slow ripple of his throat Airas chest and stomach pushed out his stomach further. Sticky, warm strands of his seed pulsed out of his suit of goo as his captor was forced to leave his cock alone as his hands were pushed back by the expanding bulge of struggling, squirming fox! Inch after warm, saliva coated vulpine was gulped, swallowed and pushed down his throat until James found himself sucking, teasing and lapping eagerly over Aira's paws! Thats where Russet managed to get control enough to stop the raccoon from swallowing further for a bit. He kept the fox in place and let his tongue play and tease, lick and nibble over those exquisite foot-paws for a good ten minutes or so. Then his traitorous body swallowed hard! His throat bulged and those wriggling toes passed along the visible portion of his throat before sinking down to join the rest of Aira. He was just a tightly curled, writhing ball of flesh in his gut! He was no doubt churning and smooshing and squishing Surge, Auggy and Frosty in there in a heavy, hot and flattening manner! Surely the goo-skunk had, had his fun and would release him now! What more could he want right now.... Aira was trapped in his stomach and as the minutes passed it soon became clear that Russet had no intention of releasing the raccoon. The goo James suit squeezed rolled and jiggled his gut without any care for the whimpering, groaning shouts and moans coming from inside of it. Thats why James gasped in shock and drew a gasp of fresh air as the sticky layer of latex started to peel off his skin! Russet was retreating, the gooey creature was sliding off his body, revealing sweat-soaked, tousled fur as the red ooze pooled atop his distended stomach. James almost felt like crying. He had been so worried the skunk would do something permanent to Aira or his family. He could restore Augustus or Surge or Frosty easily enough but if Aira was digested he'd reform back at his forest with all his memories intact and the blue fox would probably come looking for James seeking revenge. Opening his muzzle to whimper out an apology to the retreating goo creature James suddenly choked as the slippery red latexy goop surged into his open mouth and forced its way down his throat! He could feel the slimy ooze pouring down into him, flooding his stretchy body and with his form weighed down by the huge weight of Aira filling his stomach James could barely managed to bring his arms around to paw at the goopy mess! Once the liquid reached his stomach the column of goo piled atop his stomach spread out, sticking itself to the floor to add anchors. Then the long, slimy tube of throbbing goop filling his throat and stomach rippled and teased the contents of his stomach, adding to the sloshing, rolling manipulating source of discomfort filling the Raccoon. He could feel the gloop pushing out, surrounding, spreading, oozing about the outline of Aira and the three micros, getting between the walls of James gut and his current meals. James still couldn't do anything, he was forced to sit there, impotent and helpless as the goo lining his stomach started to churn! The weight of Aira made it impossible for him to move and the slime pooled over his stomach was heavy as well and none of the raccoon's potions, syringes or toys were within reach! He could do nothing to stop this torment and in some strange way he didn't understand his cock was still rock hard as the sensations of someone else rooting and glooping about in his gut, filling his throat and sliding slickly across his body kept him stimulated and turned on. There were some muffled yelps and squeaks escaping his stomach now as Russet got to work. Aira thrashed harder for a moment before James' stomach started to round out and flatten! The hard outlines of limbs were softening, melting away as the goo creature absorbed the critters filling his gut! The lygest meant the skunk was in no danger of staying too long as he got to work and the raccoon couldnt reach anything that might have stimulated his digestion system anyway. Russet settled down to the business of digesting his friends directly, his gooey body pulsing and rippling as he did so. Thick waves of goop passed back up James throat, new cherry red goo pouring down the long tube to increase the bulk of slime oozing across his body, sticking the raccoon to the floor firmly so he couldn't move to get assistance as his weight finally reduced enough that he should have been able to stand up or fight against the goo spread over him. As soon as he had finished his work inside the coon's stomach Russet removed himself from James' throat with long, rippling pulses and then started to spread across the raccoon' body once more a skin tight replica! James cried out in alarm and thrashed as best he could when he realised what the goo was doing but it was too late and in a matter of minute the coon was encased from ears to tail-tip in a shiny, tight layer of latex that was once again starting to shift and change and take on the natural exterior of the raccoon' body. "I think," James said, his jaws moving as Russet took full control once more, his voice replacing the coon's. "That you still need a few more lessons coonie! I have your family now. Digested by me you won't get them back for reformation until I decide." He paused, letting that sink in, the goo squeezing firmly against James' immobilised body as the raccoon tried to thrash and protest only to be over-powered by the subtle grip Russet had over his motor control. "That is not all; I reckon you deserve to be kept like this for as long as you held me prisoner. It'll be fun! Just think of what mischief we can get up too and all the people who are only going to see you causing more mischief than normal." With those words the skunk forced James to walk over toward his workbench and his store of chemicals. He didn't care what he was doing though; the raccoon's eyes were riveted on the sign hanging up on the main bench that read quite simply. "Experiment G-00-15, Day 23 of 63" If Russet kept his word it was going to be a very, very long time before James was free! And struggle and strain as he might there was nothing he could do to shrug free from his sticky, skin tight prison as his hands started to mix up some interesting compounds under the direction of his gaoler. He was quite trapped and try a he might to fight it; rather turned on by the whole situation, a fact he was afraid Russet knew and would exploit. ~fin