A Hug Too Far

Moon Dancer stared up at the arched ceiling, feeling utterly spent in all ways it was possible to feel spent. She felt deflated, as though she’d just laid out on her bed after pulling an all-nighter. But unlike having spent until dawn squinting at books, she felt strangely refreshed.

And most of all, she felt very, very satisfied.

Glancing down, she noticed that the carpet was at eye-level, stretching out around her like an ocean - which couldn’t be right as her head would be too big to get this close to the floor. She lifted her head and heard a dull liquid sound from nearby. Looking down she saw a pale pool of fluid the colour of her coat, and immediately recoiled in shock. Her forelegs lunged out of the pool, diminishing its size a little, and she used them to try and shuffle backwards.

Twilight watched with open-mouthed fascination as Moon Dancer climbed out of the apparently flat puddle of ooze she’d extruded. The goop clung to Moon Dancer’s limbs as she clambered to her hooves, in the way that water droplets joined a larger body and melded into it. She was translucent like Twilight was, and visible currents and eddies of a thick fluid could be seen inside her - as they could in Twilight.

“Uh, Moon Dancer?” she asked tentatively, “I didn’t quite expect this to happen…”

“I’m… I’m a goo pony?” asked Moon Dancer, holding up her bendy hooves in front of her. She had a strange look of fascination on her face. Twilight was relieved to see that she didn’t seem to be scared or angry, but since they seemed to have shared their experience, Twilight knew that Moon Dancer was probably still riding the same high that she was.

Moon Dancer stood up and swayed her body back and forth, stifling a giggle as she felt the mass of goop that was her body bounce back and forth. It felt nothing short of amazing, but also tantalising. She felt like she needed to hold something, or someone, and feel her body mould around their shape.

“I can see how you felt now Twilight,” she said, “Like, like you have to hug someone, with as much of your body as you can!” She hugged her chest, straining until her legs disappeared into her body with a bloop, and then popped out from the shoulders again.

“Exactly!” said Twilight, relieved to hear that it wasn’t just her. “But we might have a problem now… we needed you to fix me… and I’m not sure if either of us can cast traditional magic right now…”

“Yes… we need to investigate this and put ourselves back to normal now…” agreed Moon Dancer, “But… maybe… could- could we hug again first?”

Twilight grinned and opened her forelegs invitingly. Moon Dancer trotted over to her and threw her hooves around her neck. If hugging Moon Dancer as a pony had felt amazing, having both of them be made of goo was on another level. Their bodies flowed around each other, battling to equalise in tension with each other, limbs and necks elongating to better wrap around one another.

Their mouths found one another and they kissed, tongues wrapping around each other in a manner quite beyond what ponies could normally achieve, tasting one another without the need to gasp for breath or avoid digging a hoof into a joint.

As a regular hug, it was hard to say if they actually succeeded, but they fell apart laughing with glee.

“Oh boy, we really messed up…” giggled Moon Dancer, “And I have no idea how we’re going to fix this…”

“It can wait. One more hug…”