Author's Note

Contains: Goo, goop, muscle growth, an oversexed dragon, and a probably bad influence of a Changeling

Day 3 - Slime/Goo (Spike/King Thorax)

Spike awoke encased in a viscous green liquid.

Panic struck him almost immediately, the poor dragon struggling to wiggle free despite his confinement. The thick liquid surrounding him barely allowed him to move at all, and whatever was holding both it and him was barely wide enough to allow him to spread his arms slightly. And although he was mostly sure he was vertical, his clawed feet couldn’t make purchase on whatever ground may be beneath him.

Spike’s breathing hitched as claustrophobia set in, primal fear of suffocating in this goo gripping him as he feared his time might be more limited than he’d hoped.

It took him another few moments of panic to realize he was breathing despite the thick liquid surrounding him. He drew in a deep breath, chest swelling and expanding with blessed and desperately needed oxygen, Spike felt himself begin to relax a bit.

He’d been kidnapped before, so this wasn’t anything especially new. And all he’d have to do is wait it out.

Thankfully without the panic his bonds weren’t… too terrible. The air coming from the goo was a bit stagnant, but had a sweet scent to it that Spike found strange, yet… enticing. And it was warm. A nice, relaxing heat wrapping around him, radiating through his lean musculature and thankfully giving him something to focus on despite his entrapment.

And as he focused on how nice the warmth truly felt, the goo contracted and a jolt of pure pleasure rushed down Spike’s spine. His hips bucked forward and mouth opened into a moan silenced by the rush of goo flooding inside.

The taste was delicious, and Spike began to instinctively swallow the thick, tasty liquid down gulp by gulp. With each swallow, another wave of pleasure rolled through him and threw his thoughts further and further off track. Any time he tried to form a coherent thought and try to stop swallowing, another throb of pleasure fried it and replaced it with burning white-hot lust.

But that wasn’t the only thing hot and burning, an intense heat brewing deep in the dragon’s slightly distended belly. It slowly trickled out into his muscles and, with every pleasure-fueled flex and throb of them, they swelled larger and larger on the increasingly studly dragon.

Time lost all meaning in the face of this brain-numbing, body-swelling pleasure. Seconds, minutes, hours, and maybe even days bled together as Spike’s whole body throbbed and vibrated with pure feeling.

But all at once, it ended.

The wall in front of him peeled open, both goo and Spike flowing out onto the floor in front of a very pleased Changeling King.

“Oh, there’s my favorite ‘little’ dragon~” Thorax crooned, kneeling down to stroke Spike’s head.

Spike placed a large mit of a claw on Thorax’s shoulder, using him to stand up…

And up.

And up.

Looming over Thorax even as he hunched over, the muscular beast that was Spike stared down at him with eyes glazed over with lust.

“Spike… want…” Spike growled.

Spike’s eyes followed Thorax as he too stood, drawing close to the massive dragon and bringing both hands to his hugely swollen pecs. Deft fingers stroked against and tugged at large, hugely erect nipples.

Spike growled louder, grabbing Thorax by the hips and drawing him in close, flashing a very toothy predatory grin.