A Sticky Situation

Dozens of scrolls lay unfurled on the oaken desk, arcane runes scratched into their surface. Wisps of smoke rose from the flickering flames of wax candles. Cold walls kept the outside world at bay; kept prying eyes away from the delicate work of a quill and its elegant black ink. A trembling hand forced itself to steady as it inscribed an ancient diagram into new pages. Its owner held his breath, for fear even the slightest mistake might render the spell useless. Or worse.

A pair of hands landed on his shoulders. "S'up, nerd?"

Remi squeaked, dropping his quill as his whole body tensed. A roar of laughter from behind him set his cheeks ablaze. He turned in his chair and glared up at the orc girl. "That's not funny, Ziri."

"Relax, half-pint," She grinned, ruffling his bob of vibrant red hair. "What's with the candles and stuff, anyway? You have a light in here."

"There are rules to spellcasting." Remi pushed his glasses up his dainty nose. "A-And to inscribing them! I can't just photocopy a grimoire."

"Ugh, magic sounds so boring." Ziri stepped back, folding her arms. The torn sleeves of her black t-shirt exposed deep green skin and the rippling muscle beneath. The many chains on her belt and jeans clinked as she leant against a wall.

Remi screwed his ink bottle shut, careful not to let any more spill across the page. At least the dots obviously weren't part of the spell. He pulled a cord, and the LED bulb above him blinked into life. The cramped confines of his dorm room didn't leave much to work in: he'd already squeezed the bed up against the wardrobe to make enough space to draw out his salt circles. Wands, robes and books of various ages spilt off of the shelves above his tiny wooden desk.

Remi blew out his candles and started shoving them back into a drawer. "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I want something?"

Remi gave her a look.

"Fine, jeez," She huffed, "So, you know how Coach has got us on this new training regime, right? It's supposed to be super tough, but man... I'm acing it already. I don't even break a sweat half the time!"

"Um... what does that have to do with me?" He tentatively asked. Any regime Ziri got put on was definitely too harsh for him: she could snap his skinny, petite body over her knee.

Ziri scratched at the fuzz of her undercut, blowing the longer half out of her eyes. "Well, you can summon a bunch of stuff, right? So, I was thinking you make me a monster to wrestle. Get some extra training on the side!"

"Y-you want me to summon a monster? On campus?!"

"What's the matter? You do that sorta thing all the time, don't you?" She grinned and knocked on the wall behind her. "These aren't soundproof, you know."

Remi flushed as red as his hair and looked away. "I do not!"

"Sure, you don't. Look, I don't give a fuck what kind of demonic mommy issues you've been pulling out of the abyss: I just want you to give me something big and tough. It doesn't even have to leave the circle!" Ziri smacked her fist into her palm. "Hell, I could use a good cage match!"

"I-I'm sorry, but the answer is- eep!" He squeaked as Ziri slammed her hand on the wall behind him, her muscular forearm inches from his face. She loomed over him, a smirk exposing the full length of her tusks.

Her voice came out as a low growl. "What were you saying?"

"N-no fair! That's cheating!"

"Gods, you're pathetic. I haven't even done anything, and you're already squirming." She tilted his chin up with a finger, forcing him to look into her yellow eyes. "Come on, pipsqueak. I can make it worth your while."

Remi held his skirt down, covering as much of his skinny little lap as he could. Blood rushed to way worse places than his cheeks as Ziri bore down on him. "Fine! I'll do it, just stop teasing me like that!"

"Awesome!" Ziri pulled back and grinned as if she hadn't just given him the world's largest fear-boner. "What do you need to start?"

"Start? I don't even know what you want me to summon yet." He pouted and climbed on his bed to peek at the haphazardly stacked tomes. "U-um... I don't think any demons would be a good idea, I don't want them getting out. Spirits wouldn't make for a good fight either."

Paper rustled behind him. "How about this?"

Ziri waved an old, yellow scroll by his ear. Remi took it and looked it over, his unease growing with each second. The parchment had to be ancient and, going by the broken wax, probably sealed for a good reason. He didn't recognise the symbol on the faded purple seals. Tentatively unfurling it, Remi puzzled over the diagrams and arcane circles. A lot of it looked familiar, but with strange additions and subtractions to old-school summoning spells.

"Where did you get this?" Remi asked.

Ziri shrugged. "Some shady old guy in the market."

"... And you think this is safe!?"

"Eh, he said it was some kind of slime monster. Even toughest oozes aren't that bad." She looked away, arms folded. She shifted her feet and glanced back at him. "So, are you going to do it or what?"

"I..." Remi sighed. "I guess. But this is really old magic, so it might take me a-"

"Alright! Let's get this party started!" Ziri clapped him on the shoulder, almost bowling him to the floor.

Despite his protests, Remi eventually set to work outlining the complicated symbols and circles in white chalk. The more he worked, the more the feeling of unease wrung his stomach and clawed at his mind: everything about the spell felt off. Older spells had a tendency to overcomplicate things, but even with that in mind, this one took far too long to account for what was supposed to be a slime.

Ziri's excited, impatient foot-tapping ground on his nerves. Sometimes when he'd look over, he'd catch her chewing her lower lip or fidgeting with the ragged remains of her sleeves. Didn't take a genius to work out that she wasn't telling him something.

He added a few extra protective circles to the outside, just in case.

"Okay." Remi stood up. "Everything's ready, I-I think."

"Huh? Oh, sweet!" Ziri cracked her knuckles, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "What do I do?"

"J-Just stand in that circle there. Opposite me. It'll let you move in and out of the-"

She leapt into the small heptagram, making Remi's heart leap as she nearly scuffed the chalk. "What's the holdup? Come on, I'm itching for a fight!"

He sighed, pulled on his cape and hood, and raised his arms in the air. Remi hesitated. "Are you sure? This is your last chance to back out."

Rolling her shoulders, Ziri took a deep breath. A tiny hint of a ragged edge caught Remi's attention. Ziri smacked her fist again and grinned at him. "Ready when you are, pipsqueak!"

Closing his eyes, Remi reached into the arcane void. A muttered stream of incantations guided the powers binding the universe through his body and up to his fingertips. A low wind whirled around him, while a hurricane stirred in his chest. He poured the energy into the thick white chalk, nudging it until it filled every corner and curve in the pattern. Remi opened his eyes and looked out over the iridescent glowing runes.

Ziri's eyes widened. Remi couldn't help but give her a confident smirk.

Parts of the pattern fell away; not through the floor, but rather taking the wood with it into the star-studded void beneath. The intricate centrepiece gaped like a hungry maw. Reaching in with his mind, Remi called to the worlds beyond his own. Called to the thing bound to him by the spell. And in an instant, it answered. His breath caught, and his eyes grew wide: it answered in a voice far stronger than his.

The room filled with pearly light. A single second of panic. The room righted itself, the chalk once again drawn on the wooden floor, but with three things stood or sat in its concentric circles.

Remi sighed with relief as the power left him. A black teardrop, a touch bigger than a beach ball, wobbled in the central circle. Just a simple slime, nothing more. He flashed a smile at Ziri. She looked between him and the slime, a strangely confused expression on her face.

With a wet noise, the slime melted into a puddle. It splashed against the invisible walls of the circle, battering and beating at them with dull thuds and smacks. Remi stopped himself from stepping back - out of the protection - and raised his hands again.

"Uh, is that going to be okay?" Ziri called over the cacophony.

"Y-yeah! They do that sometimes. Those protective spells should keep it-"

The first circle failed. The writhing black mass bubbled, surging up the sides of the second. It grew in volume until it reached Remi's waist, the second circle failing. Then the third, and the fourth. Remi's heart pounded in his chest as he poured magic into the final few wards. How? How could it break them so quickly? The viscous fluid slopped and slurped, thicker than the syrupy texture he was used to. The blackest black spread into every nook, moving like molasses. Like tar.

Ziri shouted as her circle shattered. The tar flooded into the space, washing up to her knees like a wave. It dragged her into the centre, every kick or punch just covering her limbs. Remi screamed, wracking his adrenaline-riddled brain for an answer. The last circle broke, and warmth swallowed up his thin legs. The tar spread out across the dorm room, filling up the floor and smothering both desk and bed. Remi felt himself become weightless, suspended in the slime by his knees.

"What is this? Wh-what happened?" Remi shouted, futilely pulling at his legs.

"How should I know? You're the wizard!" Ziri struggled as half-formed pseudopods of slime wrapped around her forearms and waist.

A low, feminine chuckle echoed around the room.

"Little wizards shouldn't play with things they don't understand," The voice teased, like a mix between a predator and a chastising mother.

Remi froze. You never, ever summoned something smart unless you knew exactly what you were dealing with. Smart and powerful? That was asking for death. Or worse. He glanced over at Ziri, the strong orc shivering in- fear? No, there was something else. Something was wrong. She thrashed and kicked but made no progress at all. Already she looked exhausted, her cheeks flushed and her breath short and ragged.

"Oh, it's been so long since I last slithered into this world..." The voice sighed contentedly. "What's it been? Two, three hundred years? I've been ever so lonely. It's a good thing I have you to play with, isn't it? Two of you as well! Ah, I'm going to have so much fun."

"What- n-no,who are you?" Remi gulped.

The tar laughed, its sticky bulk creeping up his thighs.

"My name, little cutie, is-" The viscous flood burbled and gurgled. "-but you can call me Cith. Or goddess, or mistress, or mommy, if you really want. It doesn't matter; you won't be calling me anything soon."

The black sludge surged up, sealing Remi's hands and wrists in its warm embrace. He cried out as it pulled him back, arms locked behind his arched back. Every attempt at pulling free just dragged more of the consuming flood up his body.

Something bulbous rose from the centre: at first a big bubble, then another thick, half-formed limb. It rose up and up, towering over them both like a basalt monolith. It held for a moment before tar sloughed off it like an avalanche. The pillar carved and melted itself into a voluptuous, feminine shape, its wide hips and thick thighs melting into the mass around them. Long arms tipped with fingers that lacked joints ran up its waspish waist and hefted a dripping black bust. A faceless head shook out long rivulets of tar that continuously flowed down its back.

"Mm..." Cith purred, "I missed this. You mortals have such fun shapes."

"L-let us go!" Remi squeaked, "If you do, we'll give you whatever you want."

"Oh, I can't do that." Her face split into a glossy smile. "Because youare what I want."

"Hey! Back off!" Ziri snarled. She lashed out, only to be pulled back by Cith's many sticky appendages.

"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" Cith squelched towards her, hips swaying even though she didn't really walk. "Surely you know you're just tiring yourself out like this."

The tar swallowed Ziri's arms up to the shoulder, pulling them back just like they had Remi's. Finger-like streams curled around her neck while dozens of amorphous hands stroked up and down her stomach and waist.

"Wh-what are you doing? Let go of me! I-I'll beat the shit out of you, you... you...!" Ziri's breath hitched as Cith loomed.

"Hmm... so strong. So violent. And yet you could do so much more to me if you wanted. I can feel your fire burn even now, but it's tempered by something. Held back. My, oh, my..." Cith held Ziri's chin with one dripping hand. "I don't think you're even trying."

Ziri shuddered as the tar pulled her legs apart. A shout of defiance found itself cut off as Cith's fingers slid past her lips. The slimy goddess slunk around her, chest squished against Ziri's back as a free hand roamed the orc's chest. Ziri gagged around the tar slowly probing her mouth, squirming as the other stroked her hips and thigh before coming to rest over the crotch of her jeans. A muffled whimper just spurred Cith forward: dragging her thick, dripping digits over her vulnerable groin.

"Oh, you really weren't trying, were you?" Cith cooed, "The way you shiver and shake... Mm, I think someone likes this."

"G-get your hands off her!" Remi shouted.

"Aw, is someone feeling left out? Don't worry, cutie; I'm more than capable of handling both of you."

The roiling tar surged upwards; a glob of it slipping under his pleated skirt and pressing firmly on his crotch. Remi tried to squirm away, but that only spurred the groping, teasing limb on. It cupped and stroked his cock through his undershorts, squelching beneath them to rub at his balls directly. Remi bit his lip as goosebumps and dirty sensations covered his skin.

Another limb stroked up his stomach and under his shirt to cover his smooth skin in slimy trails. Everywhere the tar touched, little holes burnt their way into the fabric. Remi's cheeks flushed red as the same spread across Ziri's shirt and jeans; the sticky goo eating away at her outfit and exposing more of her flawless green skin. The top vanished, her sports bra already failing. Her jeans fell apart into the tar, her surprisingly lacy panties... oh, god, they were soaking wet.

"You won't be needing those clothes anymore, dear," The tar goddess chuckled, "Or these cute little panties, either! My, such a strong girl with such sexy underwear. Nor this bra, those shoes... oh, and you definitely won't be needingthis."

A thin tendril of sticky black slime reared up and shot into Ziri's pointed ear.

The orc girl shuddered, her eyes rolling back and twitching. The tar fingers slid out of her mouth, leaving it to hang open with drool dripping down her chin. A second tendril slithered into her other ear. Ziri's head rocked between the two of them, eyes glazed over as a dumb expression washed over her face. Slight bulges pumped up the tar-tentacles and flooded her head. Soft gurgling and gasping escaped her while her hips wriggled.

"Wh-what are you doing to her?!" Remi shouted.

"Don't worry, I'm just making her more comfortable." Cith lovingly massaged Ziri's broad shoulders as she drooled. "Poor thing has so many thoughts in her head. I just want to help her get rid of them all. Mm... such naughty thoughts, too. Full of lust, and submission, and... Oh, is that guilt? Aw, you poor thing! Did she trick you into this?"

Remi's stomach dropped like a lead weight. "What?"

"Naughty girl! How could you betray your friend like that?" She tilted Ziri's chin up, planting a sticky kiss on her cheek. "Don't you worry, dear; I'll make it up to you."

The warm, bubbling tar around his cock suckled and kneaded faster. The remnants of his undershorts and panties fizzed away, leaving his naked cock completely vulnerable. Wet smacks sounded as it slurped up and down his hard shaft like a sticky throat. Every nook and cranny filled itself with gentle massaging slime, squashing his thoughts with endless, confusing pleasure. Remi whimpered and whined as soft pressure slowly built at his hilt; a teasing hint of how long she'd be playing with his helpless body.

But it could be nothing compared to what Ziri faced. With her muscular body fully exposed, thick limbs of tar shoved their way into her dripping cunt and back down her waiting throat. Cith's half-melted fingers squeezed Ziri's chest, flicking and tugging her dark-green nipples until they vanished under the spreading slime. More and more of the shiny blackness crept over her, every tentacle pumping and pounding faster with each inch consumed.

A sudden, violent spasm wracked her. Ziri's head flailed and her back arched. A muffled scream of ecstasy slipped through the glugging and gulping, as Cith's gelatinous form kept fucking her. Another spasm, another few inches. Ziri came over and over again, until the only thing left uncovered was a single, rolled back eye.

"Good girl," Cith cooed.

The tar-goddess melted back into the flood, leaving Ziri's shiny black form to twitch and shudder. The last peek of green skin vanished. The tar bubbled and gurgled as it settled over her, slowly conforming to her curves the way it had when Cith first emerged. Her head turned to a glossy black, faceless save for a pair of big, plump lips that glistened in the light. Everything else rendered smooth like a doll, and Ziri became unnaturally still.

The flood rose up behind Remi, and a pair of warm hands pressed his head into her massive, liquid bust. "Doesn't she look beautiful?"

"Z-Ziri?" Remi squeaked.

"Oh, Ziri isn't in there anymore. Well, maybe a part of her is, deep down in the depths of her blank mind. I'm not a monster, after all," Cith giggled, "But why would she want any of her old life back when she can stay as my blissful, content drone?"

Ziri - or what had been her - slumped onto all fours, half floating on the surface of the tar. She crept forward, her plump lips parting, and stopped a scant inch away from Remi. The eyeless, smooth face, not unlike a helmet visor, looked dead ahead.

The slime around Remi's cock slipped away. He failed to hold back a soft whine as all the stimulation melted, leaving his hard member to twitch in protest. The Ziri-drone's hot breath washed over his sensitive skin, making the confused desperation push itself to the front of his mind.

"Don't those lips look so juicy? So soft and inviting?" Cith stroked up and down his stomach. "I know exactly what boys like you want. Why resist when it's right there?"

He gasped as her amorphous hand cupped and kneaded his balls again, leaving his cock to ache in the hot air. No matter how much she worked his body, he never quite tumbled over the edge. An orgasm always hovering out of reach, held back by her expert hands. His body shuddered and shivered as the built-up pressure screamed in his mind. Begged and pleaded with him to break.

Cith licked up his neck with a sticky tongue. "Go ahead. I only want to make you feel good."

"Y-you're a monster!" Remi gasped.

"Do you really think so little of me?" She pouted. Not for long; Cith's shiny grin came back in force.

Something the size of a finger pressed against Remi's pert arse. He tried to pull back, his whole body burning with shame, but the squirming tendril slipped inside. It didn't take long for it to fill him to the brim and find the spot that made his body tense and his cock ache. Over and over it prodded at his prostate, his hips on the edge of jerking forwards. His orgasm always held just out of reach. Tears budded in the corner of his eyes as his resistance waned. Another hot breath, another soft squeeze, another jolt of pleasure at his base. Slow, sensual, and utterly unbearable.