A Hug Too Far

The air in the room was warmed by the strong sunshine blazing in through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, but after being inside Twilight, Moon Dancer felt chilly as she lay out on her back staring up at the roof. Bits of slime clung to her in clumps as she panted.

Once she’d gathered her wits again she looked over at Twilight who was sat upright stock-still, her translucent hoof covering her mouth in concern for her friend.

“I… I’m sorry,” stammered Twilight, her eyes shimmering, “I didn’t mean to hurt you- are you okay?”

Moon Dancer raised her hoof to inspect the damage, but to her surprise and relief, found it to be entirely whole and solid again. Had she imagined herself dissolving away?

No, she thought, I know what I saw, and what I felt… Twilight’s body had definitely begun to erode away at her. She’d been in her stomach and everything. But now she was outside, the effect seemed to be reversing. She wondered how much longer it might’ve been before the damage became permanent. Curiously, it was not with a shudder that she imagined it, but with a strange sense of lust. The memory of that full-body stimulation was still fresh in her mind - however committing to something that appeared to be at best permanent, and at worst fatal was a step too far.

“I’m okay,” she finally replied, propping herself up with her forelegs behind her. “I think we stopped just in time there, but…”

“You’ve never felt anything like that?” completed Twilight. Moon Dancer nodded in agreement. Twilight felt the relief that her friend was unharmed and unscarred by her experience warm the chill that had crept into her - and suddenly the urge for contact rushed back with vengeance. “Can… can we try it again? I think I’m getting the hang of how to control myself now… we can stop before anything bad happens…”

Part of Moon Dancer flared up in annoyance that after such a close shave Twilight had the gall to ask her this - but then again, the kiss, the embrace, the feel of being wrapped up in that warm goop, it was overriding her common sense. Looking at herself, she could feel the touch from the patches of purple slime still clinging to her all over in blotches.

Twilight followed her gaze and blinked in surprise. She could still feel Moon Dancer. The sensation was faint, but those patches of goo on the unicorn’s coat were part of her. Separated by an air-gap her senses were vastly diminished, however the unmistakable feel of a foreign pulse was there. Twilight focused her magic again, and her slime twitched. Moon Dancer jumped as she also felt it, and Twilight imagined that she was holding Moon Dancer again.

Moon Dancer, touched one hoof to a patch of goo on her side and found that it had turned sticky, glueing her hoof in place! She yelped and fell on her back again, instinctively moving her other hoof to wipe herself clean and getting that one stuck as well.

“Err Twilight, maybe we should figure out how to get you back to normal before we uh… do another test…” she said, straining against her bonds. Unlike a rope that would dig in, her forelegs were merely stuck, making this strangely gratifying, but they could do this another time - when things were a bit more under control.

Twilight approached her and gently stroked Moon Dancer’s hind legs from thigh to fetlock, leaving a trail behind. She slowly closed the unicorn’s legs again, binding them together so she was now laying completely helpless on her back with Twilight standing over her.

“It’s okay! See? I’m getting the hang of this…” she reasoned, “I think it was because you were in my stomach… if I put you somewhere else I don’t think you’ll get dissolved, and even if something happens, I can just push you back out again… it’s fine see?”

Moon Dancer’s common sense was telling her that things were anything but fine - but the memory of being inside Twilight’s soft, warm embrace, and now the strange allure of being at her mercy was eroding her reasoning skills. The tantalising promise of sharing that sensual touch and another kiss. If she didn’t roll with the situation now she had no idea when or if she’d ever pluck up the courage to get into a situation like this again.

Her lack of objection and evident wide-eyed curiosity was enough for Twilight, and with hooded eyes, the jelly-like alicorn advanced on her helpless body and sat down at her hind hooves with legs parted on either side. It took Moon Dancer a few moments to realise where this was going, and by then Twilight had picked up her hooves and aligned them with her exposed and glistening marehood. With the afternoon sunshine illuminating Twilight’s translucent insides, Moon Dancer could see the basic shapes of a vaginal canal leading to a uterus.

This is absurd, she can’t possibly go through with that! screamed Moon Dancer’s brain. But he burning curiosity had already seen the goo-pony grow considerably in size when another mass displaced her own - and with her viscous flexibility, the idea of her absorbing Moon Dancer up into her inner chambers was far more plausible than a first impression would suggest.

Twilight, oblivious to her friend’s internal dilemma, had already squeezed Moon Dancer’s bound hooves into her slick folds, letting out a low moan as she did so. Using her newfound ability to change her surface tension from slick to sticky, she grasped Moon Dancer’s thighs and pulled her closer, feeding her legs into her expanding pussy. As Moon Dancer’s legs slipped into her body up to the hocks, she could both see and feel herself growing larger again, making room to draw more of the unicorn inside into an even more intimate embrace than before.

Moon Dancer wanted to say something, anything at all, be it an objection or some nonsensical pillow-talk, but the blissful sensation of Twilight’s goop spreading up her legs and between her thighs stole her voice away, leaving behind a series of short breaths and gasps. When her wider hips lodged in between Twilight’s, there was a pause as they both wondered if Twilight could proceed - however Twilight was almost twice the size of the unicorn now, and her stretchy labia had no such trouble contracting and sucking in Moon Dancer’s rump with a muffled gulp.

As Twilight’s liquid slime touched Moon Dancer’s own quivering marehood, the unicorn couldn’t help but moan aloud. The warmth, the pulsing, living sensation against her clit - better than even a tongue would be if she’d ever experienced it - the touch set her on fire, driving away the last of her inhibitions and leaving her desperate to fill up the growing slime pony before her. Alas, still trussed up by the sticky patches all over her, she was just a passenger, willing Twilight to swallow her up.

Twilight was all too happy to oblige. Her ability to manipulate her mass at will gave her unimaginable control of her vaginal muscles - and she had retained all sensation of her sensitive areas as well. With the best third of Moon Dancer’s body now in her tight grip, she was able to steadily pull the unicorn inside herself no-hooves, feeling the pony equally fill her up and expand the space she occupied. She could even feel the thinner slime of her secretions flowing around Moon Dancer’s trembling pussy, and with a little focus, she parted those velveteen walls and probed inside her friend.

Moon Dancer was in up to her waist now, her forelegs pressing into the soft walls of Twilight’s inner thighs on either side of her, half day-dreaming that Twilight would just close her legs, squashing her between those gloriously enlarged hips - but even as she started stealing herself to ask, she felt Twilight’s goo slip between her folds and begin filling up her pussy with warm, pulsing slime.

She gasped aloud and arched her back involuntarily, her eyes meeting Twilight’s. The goo pony smiled, gauging if she was hitting the right spots or not, and Moon Dancer meekly nodded in approval. The signal to keep going received, Twilight set about pushing herself further into Moon Dancer’s passage, feeling her rippling walls against her convulsing goop.

“T-Twilight…?” stammered Moon Dancer, gasping between every syllable.

“Is it okay? Does it feel as good for you too?” asked Twilight anxiously. Moon Dancer nodded immediately, wriggling against her bonds and the grip of Twilight’s slick and enlarged canal.

“Could- could you close your legs?”

Twilight paused her motions for a moment of confusion, and then she realised what Moon Dancer wanted and smiled alluringly. She reached down with her forehoof and brushed Moon Dancer’s fringe back with a trail of slime, and then let the hapless unicorn lick and suck on the gel-like hoof tip for a moment. As she moaned against Twilight’s petting, Twilight closed her hind legs together, squeezing Moon Dancer between her soft thighs. Her thighs acted like balloons, pressing in against Moon Dancer’s upper body, surrounding her until she had just a crevice to breathe through. And breathe she did, her gasps getting louder and more frequent as Twilight’s goo-like phallus in her pussy convulsed and expanded, and all the while her entire body slipped deeper into Twilight’s love passage.

Moon Dancer’s hind legs were inside Twilight’s womb now, the internal walls stretching against the hooves poking into them. Glancing up at the huge see-through alicorn she was buried in, Moon Dancer felt a wave building from somewhere deep inside her. Her mouth touched Twilight’s over-sized clit, and without thinking, she began to suck, and at the same time, the wave inside her broke free.

Twilight felt her friend jerk and twitch as she orgasmed inside, and at the same time she clenched down, forcing the unicorn’s head into her stretched pussy, and tugging her body into her womb along with a hazy mix of slime and both of their bodily fluids.

“Oooooh!” Twilight moaned aloud, “Oh my stars this is amazing…”

She laboriously got up, tall enough to see over the top of the bookcases, feeling the liquid swirl of her goo move inside her like a maelstrom, and now a more stable, solid weight in her lower abdomen. Twisting her neck around she looked down her huge flank and saw the fuzzy shape of Moon Dancer curled up in her womb, feebly pushing against the walls enveloping her in a skin-tight embrace, working their way into every part of her.

Moon Dancer’s senses were all jammed on either overwhelming or smothered. Her body gushed with hormones and emotional rush, while her vision was blurred, hearing muffled, and nose blocked. She was vaguely aware of Twilight standing up, and feeling the huge mass around her move with such power and ease made her feel small and insignificant, now just a small part of a greater whole, wrapped up inside Twilight’s inner chambers to be- well, she didn’t even care what happened to her now. If she’d ever thought that getting out of bed at the crack of dawn after a late night was hard, that was nothing compared to having to leave Twilight’s wondrous body now.

The goop in which she was suspended filled every orifice on her body, touching and caressing her, stroking her into slumber. It soaked into her as she’d felt earlier on, but there was no sensation of it eating away at her this time. Looking at her forehooves tucked in front of her she could see they were fully intact, but her body was becoming rounded, taking the form that Twilight’s womb was imposing on her.

She no longer felt her hind legs or rump as flesh and bone anymore. There was something there, but it felt curvaceous, malleable, goo-like. Feeling no need to breathe at all, Moon Dancer’s head slipped under the surface of the tan-coloured goop she was melting into, her mind falling into a dream-like state.

Twilight was cross-eyed, her knees trembling, pussy dripping, feeling the torrents inside her body twist and gush about her guest. Not trusting her legs she sat back down again. With just the pressure of her weight on her ass and pussy, her tension broke and she came.

Spreading her legs wide again, her pussy gushed a stream of pale yellow goop that splattered into a puddle on the carpet in front of her. As it had before, her body shrank as the remains of the pony inside her were pushed out, the shrinking itself forcing the torrent of goo to continue until every last drop arced from her folds into a viscous blob.

As the high of her orgasm levelled out again, her first thought was that of shock. What have I done? she shouted inside her head, eyes fixated on the pony-sized puddle of slime before her.

But before horror or shame could sneak past adrenaline, the surface of the tan fluid began to ripple and shimmer of its own accord.